Chapter 5: Layers of Trust
Corey didn’t miss a beat. He saw my hesitation and immediately offered, “Oops, my bad. If you’re more comfortable peeing with your clothes still on, go ahead and do that first.”
I nodded, grateful for his understanding, and shuffled up to the Bizarre Medical Experiments chair-table. I fumbled with my zipper, and a new dilemma hit me: do I use both hands to get my dick out first, or hold the funnel in place with one hand while freeing myself with the other? My brain decided now was the perfect time to short-circuit.
“Here,” Corey’s calm voice cut through my internal panic from behind me. “If you’re being honest about not being pee shy, let me hold the funnel. You just focus on everything else.”
His tone was so casual, so matter-of-fact, it almost calmed me. He didn’t even glance down - just kept his eyes fixed somewhere in the distance while holding the funnel precisely where it needed to be. Before I could muster a “Thanks,” he looked back at me with that same reassuring expression and added, “I’m a nurse. It’s my job.”
And he smiled. Damn that smile.
Taking a deep breath, I did my best to pee my heart out. Or at least every ounce in my uncooperative bladder. As predicted, I fell short of my expectations. After an awkward few moments of straining, I shrugged and stepped back as Corey returned the funnel to its hanging position. He noted the amount of liquid against the scale on the container then caught my concerned expression.
“There are no wrong answers on this test, Ollie” he said smoothly. “Now, let’s really get you out of those clothes.”
Cue my next blush.
I toed out of my shoes, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. I let my pants fall to the floor. As I awkwardly stepped out of them, I suddenly realized I had no clue where to put them.
My benevolent Norse God Corey politely pointed toward a set of hooks on the wall back by the door. “Right over there,” he said casually.
I felt his gaze as I walked over. I draped my pants neatly over a hook, took my socks off and laid them over my hanging pants. Then, taking a steadying breath, I decided to just go for it. I faced Corey, crossed my arms and pulled my shirt up over my head in one smooth motion.
Standing there, shirtless, in my undies, and definitely feeling exposed, I waited for his reaction. Corey’s expression didn’t waver; if anything, his tone softened as he spoke. “Damn, Ollie. I’m not sure you need to get any bigger. Look at you.” He smiled, genuine and warmly, before adding, “I might still slip up and call you ‘my boy,’ but make no mistake - you’re a stunning man. And I’m probably gonna slip up again and repeat that your dad is an idiot. Because, Ollie… You are every proud father’s dream son.”
Oops, that hit me harder than I expected. I know he meant it as a sincere compliment, but my emotions were so raw today that another tear slipped out before I could stop it. Corey immediately noticed and looked devastated, like he’d just broken me. In an instant, I was wrapped in my second much-needed hug of the day.
“I’m so sorry, Ollie,” Corey said, his voice full of regret. “I messed up. Here I was promising you I’d get you through this safely, and then I go and immediately make you cry.”
“It’s okay,” I muttered, leaning into the warmth of his embrace. “Honestly, I needed the hug. The doctor told me I hold too much inside until things accidentally slip out. That was just a slip.” I let out a weak chuckle. “Kinda like the problem I’m here for, right?”
Corey gave a thoughtful chuckle, and for a few moments, we just stood there. Me in my boxer briefs, him holding me like I was the most important person in the world. But as the moment passed, reality set in. Corey took a step back, and I instinctively slapped both hands over the front of my underwear, my face going pink all over again.
Corey’s chuckle turned into a sweet laugh. “Oops, that’s my second bad for the day. Don’t worry - just pretend I’m your football coach, and you’re stripping down to hit the showers.”
“Uh, sir?” I stammered, my brain scrambling to keep up. “My coach isn’t gay. I didn’t have a crush on him. And he definitely didn’t hug me so often. Wait! I mean, I didn’t think he was cute. Oh, lurd - I mean, well… He wasn’t about to give me a prostate exam!” I threw my hands up in defeat. I give up.
Corey’s smirk was back in full force. “Well, I guess your, um, ‘excitement’ means you’re getting a little more comfortable with me. At least for a second.” He winked before adding, “Now, how about we take the next step? Off with the underwear, Ollie, and let’s head to the table.”
I meekly removed my shorts, feeling entirely too aware of myself. My dick was definitely still in the “fluffed” category, and it wasn’t exactly moving toward the softer side of things. I’m not a typical “grower, not a shower” guy - I’m more of a 50/50 guy - but at this rate, I was dangerously close to proving just how much more I could grow and show. Oddly enough, though, I was starting to feel okay with it as I walked over to the far table.
Then Corey hit me with the most non sequitur question ever. “How flexible are you? Can you do a loose child’s pose on the table?”
“I guess?” I replied, a little dumbfounded.
“Perfect. Okay buddy, hop up on the table and kneel facing the wall. Put your toes over the edge, and lower your front to your elbows. Like you’re settling into a child’s pose.”
Exposed and intimate. Yep, I was definitely punching my urologist after this.
Corey’s movements were calm and professional, but I hadn’t noticed he’d already slipped on gloves and grabbed what had to be a tube of lube. As I settled into position, I felt his warm hand on the small of my back, and my breath hitched involuntarily.
“Easy, Ollie,” he said in a soothing tone. “Here’s what I’m going to do. It’s all okay. Just like you do in your football stadium, I need to get familiar with my playing field. I’m going to do this exam for a few different reasons. First, I need to see what I’m working with.”
There was a brief pause before Corey added, almost as an afterthought, “And dang, do you ever have the most beautiful playing field.”
Ha! A small reprieve. At least with my head facing the wall, Corey couldn’t see just how bright red my cheeks were. Well, at least the ones on my face.
“Secondly, I’ll check for any external or internal hemorrhoids, and I need to feel your prostate, to check its size and firmness. Finally, I’ll have you to get up, move to the chair-table, and I’m going to massage your prostate until you almost have an orgasm.”
I let an “Eep!” escape before I could stop it.
Corey chuckled softly, his tone reassuring. “I promise, Ollie, it’s nothing to worry about. I’ll talk you through everything.”
I felt his hand leave my back and move down my cleft. I think I shivered. I shouldn’t be shivering - right? Except I was. It only got worse when I felt his thumb and index finger gently part my cheeks, right over my hole. I let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.
“Sorry Corey,” I squeaked out, my voice trembling.
Corey’s tone was warm and gentle. “Ollie, no more apologies. You’re doing fine. Like I said, this is a ‘show your excitement’ part of the test. Your body’s natural reactions are completely normal. Just allow yourself to enjoy it. I get the feeling you need to let that happen a little more often than you currently do.”
I tried to relax. I felt the cool gel touch my skin moments before I felt his gloved right index finger touch my hole. And I full-on gasped. The feeling exponentially more intense than when I had used my own finger. I prepared for the poke, but it didn’t come. Instead, he just gently rubbed around my ring. There was something oddly soothing about his touch. And my face burned with embarrassment again.
“You’re doing great,” Corey said encouragingly. “Everything looks perfect so far - no signs of external hemorrhoids.” His tone shifted into a playful tease. “Also, bonus points for having the most beautiful, furry, curly, blond taint I’ve ever seen. You’re setting the bar high, Ollie.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, with a mixture of nerves and relief. “Um… thanks? I think?”
He chuckled. “You’re welcome. And hey, you’re officially eligible for the first of our mystery surprises. But don’t worry about that just yet. For now, just keep breathing and relaxing. You’re in good hands. But, um, I’m sorry.”
Wait what? “Why are you sorry?”
“Don’t worry, just keep relaxing.”
And I felt his finger push through my pucker. Oh my lurd. Frak. I’ve never felt anything so glorious in my life. I had always suspected that my butt could give me amazing feelings; I just didn’t understand that it could give me such ecstasy. Oops, I think I just moaned.
“That’s my boy. You’re taking this like a champ. I’m going to push all the way in, and just stay there for a while. In addition to all I’ve told you, I also figured you’d probably be tight. This will help the probe go in much easier. Because, I maybe kinda forgot to mention, I can’t use lube on it due to the tape and electrodes.” He chuckled, “Hey, I felt that, don’t tense up.”
He was wrong for once. Damn, it felt so magical. I didn’t tense, I just wanted to hug the finger that was my new best friend.
Back in his nurse mode he continued, “Okay, I’m going to start moving in and out and rotating my finger to feel for any internal hemorrhoids. With that lack of lube, I don’t want to cause any bleeding. Hey, I felt that too. Relax.”
He was right on that one. Blood? Oh, never mind, who cares? Feeling his finger gently sawing in and out of my butt was the new most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. Please, never stop.
I sensed his demeanor lighten again, “Hey Ollie, you’re doing really great. I think I’ve finally found a way to calm you down and make you stop apologizing.”
“I’m sorry, what? I’m having a hard time concentrating right now” I chuckled. I figured if he could joke, I should too. Until he smacked my butt.
I definitely tensed up and then he chuckled, saying “Now that’s my boy.” I just knew he was smirking.
“Okay Ollie, all good things must end… for even better things to start. Your rectum is as perfect as you are. I’m going to remove my finger, slowly, so don’t tense up. And then I want you to carefully step off the table and get on to the chair table. Okay?”
I felt his finger slowly back out; I almost cried for a whole new reason. And then immediately had my next back-to-reality panic attack. Thankfully, Corey was way ahead of me “Ollie, I’m expecting you to be hard. Don’t worry, we’re doing so well. Just accept the attention. Turn around and be proud!”
Frak it, he asked for it, he assured me, I trust him. I think I even need him. I got off the table and turned around.
I understand that I had a thick, curly bush, but I had never wanted to tame it just to make my dick look bigger. Sure, I haven’t seen that many hard dicks in person. While my soft one might get a bit lost in the bushes, I was satisfied that my erection towered above it. And I was pretty much towering at the moment. Forty-five degrees of little Ollie pointed at the sky.
“Ollie! Damn buddy. You deserve another very unprofessional moment. Your penis is just as impressive as you are. Oops, my turn to say I’m sorry. Size does not matter, but my boy, I hope you make that size count.”
Forget “frak,” I decided to switch to “Fuck.” I couldn’t blush any harder without causing a nosebleed. “I don’t know if I make it count. Aside from my hand, I’m a little short on real world experience.”
“No worries my man. It seems you have two amazing playing fields, front and back. Just be gentle and slow as you learn how to use them both. Okay, now keep that monster ‘excited’ and get up on the chair.”
As much as I initially feared the chair/table/horror experiment thing, I kinda sorta felt excited to get on it. Corey seemed fine with my body and my erection. What’s to fear?
Okay, wait! Awkwardness, definitely awkwardness!
That was the catch. My ass was barely on the edge of the “seat.” My legs were all splayed out, and not all that comfortable. Suddenly I realized what “exposed” really meant. The ever-clairvoyant Corey placed his hand on my thigh and said, “I’ve still got you, trust me.” He pressed a few buttons, and my back started to lower as my legs started to raise. Lol. More comfortable, but even more exposed. Then all movement stopped.
Corey jumped back in, “Here’s the next level my friend. I’m going to use two fingers to stimulate and massage your prostate. I’m also going to find out exactly how far to insert that anal probe catheter. Finally, like I said, I’m going to do my best to get you so excited, you start expressing pre-ejaculate. Are you okay?”
“Sir, I have no idea. I’m so far out of any imagined comfort zone; I’m in the Twilight Zone.”
“You really don’t have to call me ‘Sir,’ unless it makes you feel more comfortable. And, wow, I’m almost too young to know what the ‘Twilight Zone’ is. I’m impressed.”
“My father says, I mean, said, that I’m an old soul.”
“Ollie… let’s not think about him right now, I need you here with me. Because here we go.”
I had already jumped over to using the word “fuck”, right? “Frak” hadn’t even cut it with one finger, let alone two. And I felt those two fingers on my hole, pressing in and up. And when I looked up, I was instantly trapped in Corey’s caring eyes. “That’s it Ollie. Prepare for Level Two, I’m going to go really slowly. Just keep looking at me.” For the first time, I felt a burn as his fingers slowly sank in. He gently hushed me and assured me that I was doing good. And I like doing good.
Then it happened. Something I’d never imagined. An electric bolt of sheer joy and pleasure. Apparently, I can’t hide any emotion, so of course, Corey instantly grinned and said “That my Ollie, is your prostate. I think he’s about to be your new favorite body part. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to be too big or too soft. Let’s hope he’s not your current problem. So how ‘bout you just let him be your current pleasure.”
I couldn’t help it, I let my head drop back as I focused on the most amazing feelings washing over me. And they just kept coming. Wave after wave. My lurd, I realized, my ass was going to forever rule my world. Until I had that sudden, urgent panic I guess all boys can get - especially when they’re trying to avoid it. “Corey! Stop!”
To my surprise and disappointment, the pressure from his fingers immediately stopped and his fingers froze in place. He sheepishly smiled at me and said “That’s my third bad. But that’s exactly what I was about to tell you to let me know. You just got there a little faster than I expected. That’s okay. Look down.”
After I got my eyes to focus again, I looked at my dick and saw that I was leaking like, well, like a 19-year-old who just had his first life changing prostate massage. As I was staring, I involuntarily tensed and I swear, I kinda spurted out a little fountain of precum.
Corey let out a “Damn boy, good job. I don’t care what the book says about procedure, this is going to make the next not fun part of the test so much less painful.”
As he raised the chair back and lowered my legs, he continued on. “One more time, Ollie, remember, I warned you that this next part isn’t going to be nearly as enjoyable.”
How did this magic man do it? As I regained my senses and looked around, I saw that there were new tubes and daubers on a cart that had magically appeared next to my legs - and I noticed he was putting on new gloves. While he was wiggling his fingers and organizing his new artillery, he casually asked his second non sequitur. “When’s the last time you had a bowel movement?”
Oh. Come. On! You just almost massaged my prostate to my first hands-free orgasm and now you ask that?Damn! I have got to disconnect my face from my thoughts. Yay, another life lesson.
Corey remained calm and collected as always. “I had to change gloves,” he explained casually.
I felt the color drain from my face. “Uh, sor… I mean, just before I got here, it’s my normal routine.” The words stumbled out before I could stop them.
“Ollie, remember what I said - nothing your body naturally does is your fault.” His voice was reassuring, but it didn’t stop my embarrassment from bubbling up.
Then, unexpectedly, he gave me a proud smile that could have lit up the room. “And good boy! You didn’t apologize - well, at least not all the way. And, that’s what I needed to know. Congratulations, you’ve just earned your second fabulous surprise.”
Good? Was that good? I didn’t have much time to overthink it, because Corey took charge again, his tone shifting back into his gentle command mode. “Right now, how about you put your arms up and clasp your fingers behind your head. That way I’ll see any reflex you might have to protect your penis.”
I hesitated. “Uh, I promise I won’t move my hands to my crotch. And… well, I’m kinda out of deodorant right now, and I think my body’s busy telling my pits to work overtime.” I gave Corey a genuine quizzical look, “Also, why do you think I’m going to reflexively try to protect my… um, you know?”
Corey raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Sorry buddy, no time for questions. I need to do this while your pre-ejaculate is still fresh. Besides, your pits are never anything you need to hide from me. Now, arms up! And, well, it’s all because of what I’m about to do… right… now!”
FUCK! I had to fight every instinct to not immediately grab my dick for protection. “Ouch!”
“I know, I’m sorry, Ollie,” Corey’s tone was professional but apologetic. “That burn was the antiseptic I had to douse your glans with. You’re uncircumcised, which is great, but it makes a thorough swabbing even more important. We don’t want any stray germs getting a free ride to your bladder.
“The strange feeling you’re about to experience, right… now, is your first in-and-out catheter. I’ll give you a second to process it before the next step. You can lower your hands and maybe grip the edges of the seat - it’s about to get worse.”
And he wasn’t kidding. The vaguely offensive discomfort quickly escalated to a sharp, sickening pain. I clutched the sheet covering the chair’s edge and shot Corey a look - equal parts shock and a plea for mercy.
“It’s okay, Ollie. That was the catheter moving through your prostate. It’s made it into your bladder now, and you did it. The worst part is over.” His voice was calm, soothing, as though willing me to believe him.
I felt a twinge of betrayal, but I guess the sudden, and admittedly short, pain would have only been worse if I were expecting “something” without knowing exactly how bad it was actually going to be. With no other choice, I just tried to relax.
“Now… on to your next new, unnatural sensation. I’m going to drain your bladder, and no matter how hard you try, you won’t be able to stop it. So don’t try. And what’s my favorite thing to remind you?”
I exhaled, forcing the tension from my shoulders. “Don’t worry? Just relax?”
Corey smiled, “You are the best, my boy. Here it comes.”
The sound of liquid rushing into the milk-gallon-like container was strangely satisfying. But dang! There was so much. It just kept flowing and flowing. I realized that I began to feel the most relaxed and comfortable that I had since my little altercation with the guys trying to break in to my Bronco. Lurd, I guess I really needed to pee!
Corey’s reassuring face softened, and I caught a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Okay, Ollie, listen to me - don’t stress, alright? It looks like you only emptied about a quarter of your bladder on your own.”
My face must’ve fallen; he immediately stepped in. “It’s perfectly okay. We’re not jumping to any conclusions here. That’s not my job. My job is to walk you through this, and most importantly… spring those two surprises on you.” His hand rested gently on my shoulder as he added, “I’m here with you little brother. No worries, right?”
Chapter 6: Fabulous Surprises
Corey leaned in with a reassuring smile. “Alright, Ollie, before we get to those two fabulous surprises, there’s one last not-so-fabulous thing we have to endure. Just look at me and breathe, okay?”
I did, right up until the moment the catheter slid out past my prostate. “Gah! It hurts going out too?!”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Corey said, wincing sympathetically. “But it’s all done. And hey, now you know what to expect next time. No more surprises there.” He caught my look and raised a brow. “And no, my poker-faced boy. I see that look. You can’t just bolt for the door.”
I managed a shaky chuckle. “Corey, um… thank you. This is all way beyond ‘intimate and exposed,’ but somehow, you’re making it bearable. Honestly, you’ve made me feel a lot more comfortable than I ever thought possible.”
Corey put his hand over his face in mock shame. “Remember you just said that, my beautiful, furry, boy, because here’s the thing: for that probe tape and those electrodes to work, they need to be in full contact with your skin. And you, Ollie Otter, are rocking some serious furry real estate back there. Don’t get me wrong, I’m furry too and I love it, it’s wonderful.”
I blinked. “So… What…?”
He smirked, but his tone stayed gentle. “I’m going to have to shave around your anus and most of your taint.”
“Wait, what?!”
Corey held up a hand. “Hey - don’t freak yet. There’s more. Since you were so wonderfully honest about, er, admitting that you’d just had a bowel movement right before you got here, I need to give you a light enema before the shave.”
My jaw dropped, and Corey instantly softened his expression. “I know, I know. I’m asking a lot from you, Ollie. But I promise, we’re in this together.”
I didn’t need a mirror to know I’d gone pale again.
****
I was feeling totally out of control. Completely overwhelmed. And yet - ugh, I hated to admit it - maybe just a little… titillated?
“You okay, Ollie? I’m still here for you. You’re still doing great.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. What could I even say? Then the truth hit me. “Corey, I think I need another hug.”
He smiled, another warm, unshakeable smile, and said, “Any time you need one, baby boy.”
Wait. Baby boy?!
As he released me, I caught a glimpse of something different in his expression - was that a touch of genuineguilt? Before I could even ask, Corey sheepishly admitted, “Mary, our receptionist, told me how you reacted when she called you that earlier. I guess I’m up to my next bad, huh?”
I blinked, expecting to feel exposed or betrayed, but instead… I just felt loved. “I mean, I’m not really a baby, but I’m not feeling all that invincible today either. And, well, I kinda like the way you say it.”
Corey leaned back away from me with a playful grin and said, “Let’s get back over to the other table. Enema first. I swear, it’s not that bad.”
“Sure… says my ‘trusted guide’ who somehow forgot to mention what a catheter pushing through your prostate feels like.”
Ooh, another butt-cheek slap. This one definitely made me understand that I kinda really liked them.
“I think we’ve established that you react positively to attention to your backside. You’re gonna do just fine. Now just put your right knee on the table. And rest on your hands. Not your elbows. Try to stay mostly upright.”
I glanced back, my nerves buzzing again as I noticed something new in Corey’s hands: A bottle with a nozzle in his right hand, and I noticed a dollop of lube on his left index finger. I braced myself for the inevitable. I felt the cool sensation on my hole. After, what? thirty minutes, I was quickly getting used to it. And starting to just trust Corey.
“Alright, are you keeping count? Here’s your next new sensation,” Corey said, his tone light but grounding.
And it was. The nozzle slipped in with far less resistance than I expected, but the real surprise was Corey’s left arm crossing my chest, pulling me gently but firmly back into his chest. “Stay upright for me,” he simply commanded, his voice close and soothing. “I don’t want the saline to go too deep; we’re just cleaning your rectum.”
The cool liquid began flowing into me - a new and strange but not unpleasant sensation. My mind, however, was more focused on the feeling of Corey’s steady presence behind me, spooning me. The way he held me, his strength offering both support and comfort, was something I hadn’t realized I needed so desperately. I just never would have guessed that this was how I would ever get it.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the flow of the cool liquid and the warmth of Corey’s arm across my chest. I could feel myself growing hard again, my body betraying my attempts to stay composed. I silently begged my dick to not get too carried away this time.
“It’s all in,” Corey said after a moment, stepping back and releasing his hold. “Just stay in that position for a little while, and I’ll be right here if you need me.” His voice was steady, professional, and kind. As he moved to the sink, I exhaled, feeling both relieved and oddly comforted.
Then I chuckled to myself. I guess standing here, with one knee on the table, fully exposing my ass crack, with a rectum full of water, is par for the course today. I mean, it’s nothing compared to almost having a hands-free orgasm from a prostate massage or the extreme discomfort of the catheter.
Corey walked back over to me and patted my shoulder. “Okay buddy, go sit on the toilet and expel the water.”
Huh?
He gave me a kind, but stern look and restated, “I promise, I’ll turn around; it’s okay.” He did and I took a seat. Everything came out as planned. And I didn’t die of embarrassment. It was just water with a slight tinge of color. Corey judged the results and said, “Let’s do it again, just one more time.”
Once again, I assumed the position with my knee on the table, with my erection, now trapped under the table’s edge. And Corey repeated his end of the process. Only this time, I actively leaned my back into his chest and let the back of my head lean against his shoulder. Was I taking advantage of the situation? Was I perverted? I didn’t know, but again, I realized how much I’d missed physical contact with someone. And Corey wasn’t protesting, in fact, he was holding me tighter.
“Okay, we’re done, let that go, and then have a seat on the table.”
Chapter 7: Mowing the Playing Field
I had no issues being nude, when it was my choice. I had solid pecs, mostly visible abs, a narrow waist, a nice dick and I love my blond body hair. But sitting on the exam table, waiting for Corey to gather whatever supplies he needed, and waiting for my erection to go down, I felt naked and exposed. I guess that was exactly what Dr. Rainer had warned me about.
Corey walked over before my cock could fully soften. He had a tube of something, a damp cloth, a dry cloth, a disposable razor and a pair of electric trimmers. Poof, erection gone. Once again, he read my emotions perfectly and gave me that mischievous half grin. “Don’t worry, this is another exciting part. I promise, we’ll make that beast hard again.”
Before I could protest, he continued, “There are two positions we can do this in. Both are that ‘intimate and exposed’ thing you keep hearing about. First, we could go over to the chair table and I can raise and spread your legs and lower the back all the way down so that you’re in what’s called ‘The Birthing Position.’ Or we can stay here and have you get on your knees and elbows again. If you’ll allow me to tell a bad doctor-dad joke, I call that, the position you got pregnant in. So, your choice: give birth or get pregnant?”
“That’s a choice? Um, I guess, we can stay here.”
“Good, it’s actually a lot easier for me to see what I’m doing and be more exact in what I have to trim and shave.”
“Then why didn’t you just say that?”
“A lot of guys think it feels demeaning.”
“Hey, demeaning is another new experience, right?” I mostly joked.
Corey replied seriously, “No, having your most private place shaved is the new experience, I’m not going to demean you, Ollie.” Only to have his smirk quickly betray him, “Now, jump up. Put your head down and get your ass in the air. Boy!”
“Oh no, that’s not demeaning at all, Sir.” I was rewarded with another cheek slap as soon as my butt was up. I had hoped for it this time.
“Before I get started, Ollie, I have to say, you have the most beautiful butt crack I’ve ever seen on a 19-year-old. Your curled blond hair frames your little pink hole perfectly. What I’m about to do, should be a crime.”
I have a pretty asshole? Again, that wasn’t demeaning at all. Again, at least he couldn’t see my blush.
“Okay,” he began, his tone suddenly professional but still warm, “in addition to being a crime against humanity, shaving this part of a man’s body is almost never recommended. The skin here is super sensitive, and even the smallest nick can lead to a serious infection.
“It’s also prone to ingrown hairs when your natural furriness returns. That’s why we did that little enema and why I’m using this special antiseptic shaving cream. But even with all that, you’re getting another surprise. You’ll need someone to check this area again on Monday or Tuesday; to reapply some antiseptic and make sure everything’s recovering properly.”
“Wait.” My voice betrayed the worry bubbling up in my chest. “You said ‘someone.’ Won’t you be here again?”
Corey hesitated just a moment too long, and I could swear there was a flicker of something - regret, maybe? - in his eyes before he replied. “Actually, I’m about 90 minutes away from home right now. I usually work at our clinic in Fort Worth, in the 8th Street medical district. I was asked to come here as a special request to perform an urgent urodynamic flow study for an important patient - you. This was the only clinic with availability to host the test anytime soon. I just assumed we were closer to your home.”
His answer hit me hard. I felt a little too excited and maybe a little too giddy and said maybe a little too much. “Man, no! I’m 90 minutes away from home too! I usually stay in the South Hulen area, or near my LA Fitness on Westworth, close to Carswell. Is there any way I could see you at your 8th Street location?” I asked excitedly.
Corey’s face turned into a smile. “Of course, Ollie, that’s awesome. And what are the odds of such a wild coincidence?” His expression shifted, though, as he gave me a curious glance. “But, uh, what do you mean by ‘usually stay in South Hulen or by your LA Fitness?’”
Frak. My heart skipped a few beats, and I scrambled to sound as nonchalant as possible. Don’t freak out. You’re smart. Be chill. “Ha, yeah, that was a weird way to say it. I guess it’s my turn to have a ‘bad.’ I mean, I live on South Hulen, but after my co-op job, I work part-time at LA Fitness. So, you know, I’m just at both places a lot.” I forced a smile, praying he’d buy it, but the way Corey studied me made me feel like I’d already slipped up.
His face didn’t give me any clues, he simply moved back into nurse mode. “Cool, cool. Now back to the task at hand. I’ve seen this before with young guys who are still growing in to their adult hair patterns. Your cheeks are just lightly dusted with blond hairs, but your crack and taint are a real forest of fur. Again, it’s a beautiful look. But I’m going to have to use the trimmers before I can use the blade. You already know what I’m going to say: Get ready for a new experience and a renewed erection.”
Even though this position naturally caused my cheeks to part, Corey again gently used his left thumb and index finger over my hole, to push my cheeks even further apart. There was something about his care and tenderness that gave me an electric feeling and I couldn’t stifle another shiver. Corey whispered, “It’s alright. Here’s the real treat.” And the clippers clicked on.
I’ve used electric clippers to try to make my beard look as neatly maintained as dad’s, well, and Corey’s. And come to think of it, Dr. Rainer’s. But my clippers suck and often pulled more hairs than they cut. I guess this pair was freshly sharpened or new. All I felt was the warmth of the little electric motor and a really pleasant vibration that at first, simply felt novel and a bit tingly, but soon grew to rock my world. I should always trust Corey. He was right, this is a fun part again.
I swear it lasted forever. His delicate, deliberate, moving of the trimmer. Adjusting his fingers and parting new areas of my cheeks. It was both mesmerizing and erotic. In fact, while the initial vibration, right on top of my hole, was wonderful, the further up my… did he call it my “taint?” he got, the more euphoric the feeling became. It was almost too late when I realized what the feeling was building up to and I immediately called out, “Corey! Stop!” for the second time today.
He did, and sounded concerned. “Oh no Ollie! Did I nick your scrotum? I was trying my best to make sure it was out of the way. Are you okay? I don’t see any bleeding.”
“No. Not that. I just realized that I was, um, enjoying it all a little too much. Remember my prostate massage?”
Corey gave a relieved chuckle. “I’m glad to hear that, Ollie. I’m almost finished anyway. Do you need a moment to calm down? Really, I just need a couple more strokes.”
My sudden tension eased, “Nah, you can finish up, but I think I probably dripped all over your table.”
Corey’s chuckles continued, “It’s okay. At least you’ll be nice and lubed-up again for the sensor catheter.”
Being forced to think about catheters again, quickly made my hard problem go away. I was fine for the next few buzzes.
The actual blade shaving was anti-climactic by comparison. Corey assured me the itchy regrowth over the next few weeks would not be one of the exciting parts.
Chapter 8: Good to Go
“All shaved and good to go. Are you ready to finally start the actual test?” Corey gave a cheeky grin.
I replied in kind, “Oh, wait. There’s more?”
That got a big smile from Corey. “Okay smart boy! Time to get serious. Back up on the chair. And sorry you lost your erection. But hey, the stiff catheter will at least make it look like you’re trying.” I saw my first Corey evil smirk.
I padded my way over to the table realizing how wrong my butt crack felt as I moved. As usual, Corey noticed my face. As well as noticing my face of realizing he’d already read me. “You’re not my first furry patient. I know how ‘wrong’ your crack suddenly feels when you walk. Like I said, it’s the worst thing I’ve done to you today. Since we now know we live close to each other, you can stop by my office any time and I promise I’ll scratch your butt.”
I wanted to slap his butt. Instead, I climbed into the chair-device, put my legs in the “stirrups” and once again put my entire crotch on full display for my Norse God. The chair immediately started moving up as the back started reclining. Suddenly I knew exactly what Corey meant by “the birthing position.” And I was in it.
“Hey?! I thought I chose the ‘getting pregnant’ position.”
“You did for shaving. Now I gotta take advantage of all my hard work. This is only going to be slightly different from what we’ve already done. I’m going to insert the probe into your rectum and just gently nudge your prostate. Then I’m going to put the electrodes around your anus and finally, I need to tape everything in place. Just lie back and relax, you’re prepared and you’re going to do fine.”
I relaxed my abs and let my head rest on the padded table. I immediately felt Corey’s fingers around my hole and frak, I immediately started getting hard again. I’m definitely going to leave here with a bad case of blue balls.
Corey’s command to take a deep breath, brought me back out of my head. I felt the probe at my entrance and I sucked my breath in. As the probe entered me, without lube, I was grateful Corey had “opened me up.” I finally felt it gently nudge my new favorite spot.
“Are you okay Ollie? The probe is where it needs to be. Time to start taping things down.”
He first attached the electrodes. I can’t believe how much I loved having him just touch my bottom. And the taping? This needs to be a whole new kink thing. Well, I guess just having Corey touch my butt again, is my new favorite kink thing.
“We’re all done down here. See? I told you we’d make it. And my best boy got hard again. I would neverhave expected that.” Giving me his second evil smirk.
I needed to slap him. Face or butt - either one was good. Since I couldn’t do either, I simply said, “Sorry sir,” and smirked right back. His grin was genuine and bright.
“I’m proud of you Ollie, you adapt fast. I hate to bring it up again, but I feel sorry for your father. Everyone needs an Ollie in their life. You’re an amazing guy.”
I was glad my head was tilted back, out of his sight, but when Corey started turning the table back into a chair, he didn’t miss the fresh tear tracks on my cheeks. His hand immediately and gently cupped my cheek once more.
“Okay,” he said softly, his voice steady. “This is just another catheter. It’s stiffer, but thinner. Here we go.”
The strange sensation of something sliding into my urethra returned. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was far from natural. Corey’s calm presence kept me grounded, and his warning came at just the right moment. “I’m at your prostate - hang on.”
I braced myself, and thankfully, the pain passed quickly.
I expected another reassuring “You’re done, good job,” but instead, Corey’s hands remained on my now only marginally deflated penis. Right! Taping, I’d nearly forgotten. I leaned my head back, trying to focus on the quiet efficiency of his ministrations. Somehow, our silence felt safe and reassuring.
When I glanced back down, my dick was neatly wrapped in what could only be described as a mummy costume. Corey gave me an approving grin.
“You, my boy, are ready to go,” he announced, clapping his hands together with an almost theatrical flourish. His smile widened as he asked, “So! What are we gonna talk about?”
To Be Continued...
