From the scalpels and the rubber hands

I'd be sympathetic to start. I'd let him finish. Let the quivering subside. There's no panic, no recoiling even if it's a surprise. The situation is contained. There'd be a lot of gentle shushing and calm reassurance that it's okay while he turns red and mumbles an apology or tries to wipe at it like when people accidentally spit while talking. It's important to have the patient sit because he might suddenly become lightheaded, or his knees might start to buckle and give. It might be the first time he ever came while standing and he's not used to it. Or it's his first time in front of somebody, or, holy shit, it's his first time ever and he doesn't quite know what he just did and what came out of him but he feels muscles he didn't know he had tighten and get really wiggly from his tip to his taint. He's never felt his asshole do that before. He thought he'd lost all control and that would have been really embarrassing.

The urethra will need to be milked for any leftover semen or discharge with the gloved thumb and forefinger starting from the base of the penis and the prepuce cleaned with a tissue or at least wiped with the rubber glove in my other hand. The exam should be put on hold as some patients may feel tenderness or pain in the testicles and won't want anyone feeling or squeezing them, or they're too shy to continue. They'd certainly have a hard time meeting my eyes.

I'd need to find out things: I didn't think you were hard, does this happen often? How long do you normally last with a partner? Is this a problem for them? Was it the way I touched you? I don't think it was my fault. It's pretty normal for, I mean... no, I'm not going to say it. Fine. Normal for little boys. I couldn't help but think it when you made little noises and covered your face, and when I had to wipe you with Kleenex. Look, it's just a fact, pal. You had a little accident. Own it. There are treatments I can help you with.

Or having to explain that it's a normal function of the penis and not to be scared. He's not in any trouble. Asking if it hurt. Telling him that doctors check all their patients for that, measuring how much comes out, if his testicles are doing a good job, and that it'll happen next doctor visit too.

Would you maybe consider writing something like that about a patient with pelvic floor dysfunction and pain from penetration?

- Versailles (psych and forensics dept)

Ps. You have a nice voice

Nothing unfortunate there! I welcome expanding my view of medfet, which itself is so broad and I love that about it. I'd love to hear more about your side of the medical field. While there are (many) things that make me a little squeamish irl, maybe it falls under the part of my brain where I find the science interesting, or it falls under the part where I can at least appreciate it from a horror perspective. The Thing is a top 5 horror movie for me because of those gnarly practical effects.

Hey, good afternoon. I'll be performing a comprehensive pelvic exam on you. It's pretty important for guys to get checked regularly. Boys in particular might be in pain and they'll just hope it goes away on its own. I think most of them are scared of being naked in front of the doctor. They're scared of the doctor's measuring tape. That's just a working theory.

The exam will include an external assessment of your abdomen and genitals, and an internal assessment of the rectum. You can ask me to stop or pause at any time if you feel uncomfortable with me touching you or having a look at you. Have you had a pelvic exam before? Thank you for telling me. Let me put on my gloves and I'll explain what's going to happen.

First, I'll ask you to pull down your pants for me so I can have a look at your external genitalia… inspecting your foreskin, seeing if you can roll it back without any pain or discomfort, checking for cleanliness. I'll be touching the skin of your penis, including the glans, and your scrotum, just looking for dryness or discolouration, or discharge, lumps and bumps. You'll feel me wipe pre-cum from the tip of your penis with my gloved finger or a tissue.

Examining the testicles does involve palpating the entire testicle, identifying the spermatic cord with my fingers and thumbs making sure there are no serious masses anywhere. I'll be as gentle as possible but a lot of boys are pretty sensitive down there and you'll feel me tugging and pulling. I'll do both testicles like that while you stand, and then I'll have you lie down for me and I'll re-check them the same way. I'll also dim the lights, put my pen-light right under your scrotum, and look for any fluid sacs.

Just so you're not surprised I will be asking you about your sexual activity… your girlfriends or boyfriends, if you're using condoms, your masturbation habits. Please tell me the truth, as I will want to test for STIs, and you either have guys pretending they're virgins to avoid me checking or guys that are lying and getting a couple of these bad boys about that far down inside their urethras because they're too embarrassed to stop me from taking swabs. I'll ask if you have any trouble with achieving erection, if you experience painful ejaculation… if you experience premature ejaculation. A lot of boys your age being examined for the first time by me, right where you're standing. You get the picture. But it's completely normal. Doctors are very used to it.

And as I mentioned, after I have a look at the perineum and anus I'll perform a digital rectal exam and assess the prostate. This is done with a gloved finger and plenty of lube. You don't have to consent to this right now, we can check in on how you're feeling when we get to that part of the examination… but 100% of my patients end up begging me for it. The last part I'll do is urinalysis.

Yes! Confident and cocky is an interesting read lol but I do like how the language changes, maybe the doctor is a little more blunt, there's less coaxing. Like a, whip it out and let's see it vibe.

I'm so terribly sorry that the ice machine isn't working on your floor. We've been trying to get a repair-person out here for weeks but you know how it is with the ferries. We'll make this more than right. Allow us to upgrade your room to one of my favourites. Ever happy to do so. There aren't many guests with us right now. You'll have the whole floor to yourself, in fact.

Oh, those caught your eye, did they? They're old photos of the staff from a long time ago. Why are they dressed like that? Like doctors and nurses in their starched-white surgical gowns and masks? Believe it or not, you're the first one to ask. Most people don't notice the décor. I suppose they are pretty hard to miss. The hotel used to be a reformatory.

Some of their uniforms they're wearing do look slightly modern, don't they? Some of them are in scrubs. That one's wearing a gas mask. What fun. Maybe they're time-travellers. The reformatory was always rather forward-thinking and radical in its approaches. No, it's not the same as an insane asylum, though there are rooms, what can only be described as various "treatment rooms" that have been sealed off. It's been so long I can't remember how to get to them, what with the renovations and all. Records go missing. The blueprints.

I wonder if... well, I'm just thinking out loud. In your new suite, there is an old-timey elevator shaft. It's big enough to fit a gurney and at least a couple of surgeons or orderlies, back in the day. Dressed, I imagine, in their protective gowns and rubber aprons and surgical gloves, taking their most troubled offenders straight to their corrective procedures. They'd wheel those gurneys right into the operating rooms. Oh it's completely safe, you won't fall in. The gates don't open. They're locked up tight. I'm not sure who has the keys. Assuredly, it doesn't run anymore. You might feel a rush of air coming from the elevator shaft and you might even hear the old machinery sometimes but it's just an echo from some forgotten time. That's how it usually is with these old buildings. They give you the strangest dreams. You won't wake up in the night. We guarantee it.

You may help yourself to anything you'd like from the mini-bar. I've put a note in your file. Travelling alone? I mean to say, just one room key for yourself, correct? Up the stairs, to the left. You can't miss it. It's called the Donor Suite.

Will you let me examine you?

Specifically your vulva, including your vagina. I'll be looking to make sure I don’t see anything unusual or wrong with you. Then I'll collect some samples so we can have a look under the microscope, or send them to the lab for testing.

Do you consent? Great.

Why don't you go ahead and get undressed for me.

Oh, you're perfect. You can just sit on the table for now and we'll have a little chat.

Have you ever had a pelvic exam before? No? First time. That's okay. I'll just explain everything.

When you're ready I'll help you get into position on the table so I can do the exam. Your feet will be in the stirrups and apart so I can see your vulva when I sit between your legs.

Some patients have had bad experiences in the past. Are there any words you want me to use, or any words you want me to avoid during this exam?

You'll feel my hands touching you while l look at your skin... just to make sure there aren't any cuts, lumps or bumps... any redness or irritation. I'll check to see if you're taking care of your hygiene and keeping clean. I'll examine the appearance and health of your skin, and how soft you feel. Don't worry. I'll be wearing my gloves. You'll feel me manipulating the labial folds so I can see you better.

It'll also let me have a closer look at your urethral meatus and clitoris. Do you masturbate? Are you sure about that? Well, some patients don't know if they are lacking in clitoral sensitivity or not so it's up to their doctors to check. Sometimes with their fingertips, pinching or rubbing, but I'll use a long-handled swab as well, stroking up and down the length of the clitoral hood, circling where it pokes out, seeing how you react when the swab goes underneath... up against the glans where it's most sensitive. Some patients say it's agony. But some patients say it feels really good. Will you let me do that to you? Will you let me examine your clitoris? Good. I'll make a note of that.

And then I'll put in the speculum. It looks like this. This part goes in, and this part is outside. It'll go into your vagina and I'll open it up to look at the walls and the cervix. You'll feel a bit of pressure and you might hear the speculum make noise but that's just me turning the screw, opening it up inside you. I'll go really slow and it shouldn’t be painful. If it is, tell me so I can stop.

After I'm done looking and swabbing I'll take it out, put two fingers inside and feel your uterus.

Does everything make sense?

Is there anything you want me to know before we start?

If you say stop or if you start crying, I will immediately stop what I'm doing. If you want me to do anything differently, please tell me.

They all know they need the examination. He's only trying to help. In a way, it's like negotiating the terms of their surrender. Some patients look away, refusing to meet the doctor's eyes. Too embarrassed or scared. They'll respond to questions though, small yes's and no's, or yes and no-adjacent noises if that's more manageable for them. They're not covering their holes or fighting him. Their hand around the doctor's wrist or on his hand is not necessarily a no. It's a go slow. It's a wordless please don't hurt me.

Things are accessed. Visible body parts: eyes and fingers and kneecaps. Faces and throats are meant to be touched. The exam table makes this possible. Once you're on it, it's not a negotiation anymore. It was until then. You were under a spell, the doctor's demeanour and disarming smile, or their insistence through those surgical words they like to use that imply something bad might happen to you if you don't get onto the table. Not because of him, per se, just the way our bodies work. Chest pains, invisible erosions. You need to sit still. The doctor will work around you for now. But even a visual inspection can feel searing and invasive. The doctor has gotten pretty good at telling when he is being lied to.

Hard to see places are accessed. Turn your head, please. Lift this out of the way. Open your mouth. Bend over for me. The world of medicine is the uncovering of secrets. Secret histories, secret evidence, secret recesses unknown even to ourselves, accessed through orifices. Evidence of last night is still inside you. Doctors want to put every piece of you under their bright lights, on screens and printed out. Accessed only by medical professionals. They want to document you, understand you.

On the operating table. Engineered for the purpose of access. Buckles and straps, arm rests and leg rests that separate with a wider range of motion than physically possible but this table beats its closest competitor by mere degrees and that's dollars in your pocket if you think about it. Can the doctor see okay? More light. Angle it this way. It's about clarity. Get rid of this, the surgeon's gloved fingers point between the patient's legs. What's the hold up? The nurses remove the offending piece of clothing. Underwear. They tug it down jerkily and hand it off to somebody. It'll be turned inside out and held under a light, learned from, looked at and touched by more strangers before it returns to its rightful owner. The gloved fingers motion again. Still no good. Shaving cream and disposable razors strip the patient of the last shred of dignity they had.

That's better, the surgeon remarks. There you are. The patient is reduced to their genitals which are smooth and soft. Doesn't matter who. But always exciting to look at, and as unique as a face. The patient is reduced to whatever part is being worked on, bare skin an electric contrast to whatever blue or green surgical drapes they have chosen for the procedure. It covers their limbs and their face, hiding any resemblance to a human being. (The surgeons too are shapeless in their gowns, faceless behind their masks, the only thing with any real definition, and connection to the human form, are those hands in their tight, pristine rubber gloves. In rubber they are again unfamiliar, transformed into bright white tools of the trade.) The work area defines scope, boundaries and off-limits. It helps the doctors concentrate and compartmentalize. For the next little while all that exists on the table is just flesh, tissue, ligaments and muscles. It reacts and tightens. The doctor's fingers spread pussylips and the opening yields completely to one, possibly two. Nobody will say anything if there are two inside it. It is a simple check, visual and digital, for obstruction or anything alarming. The doctor feels for the g-spot. Just to check. There isn't much to be done until he can see.

Even the most willing body fights back in its own way. Gravity. Natural tightness. Nervousness. Never been fuckedness. Knees need to be pried apart and set in place with restraints. Hands kept from covering up, tied down too. It's for your own good. The speculum or other vaginal instrumentation locks in place and provides the surgeons access and visualization. That's better. You're in discomfort and that's better. Cranked wide open, all stretched out. Access to the womb not far away, through another orifice.

Can you count how many fingers? One... two... three... four... five! That's right, you have FIVE fingers inside of you, baby.

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Daddy takes you for an appointment with his doctor friend. It doesn't matter how much you beg them and promise to behave, or how much you fight and squirm, Daddy won't let you off his lap. That's a strange-looking tongue depressor, isn't it? It just lets him see more of your throat, and how tight it is. Stop complaining. A pelvic exam hurts like that for all girls.

Written by babyduck. Voiced and produced by andmybodytosurgeons.

At first blush I think it warrants a closer look at you in a clinical setting. With proper positioning on a table, legs spread apart as far as they can go, it'll be much easier to tell if anything appears different from the outside… a little more swollen than usual. If it's not irritated or bruised or having some kind of allergic reaction, then sensitivity is a good sign! It's healthy. It means good blood flow. When you're having orgasm after orgasm like that and feeling like you're on the verge of blacking out, you're giving your heart a nice workout, like pressing down on the gas on the highway to stretch out an engine that you know can take it. Your body is just showing off what it can do.

That many orgasms is impressive! If it is just the way your body is built, you'd make such an interesting subject to study. Maybe as a teaching aid. To let incoming doctors and nurses experience what an orgasm actually feels like through their gloved hands, as a purely scientific reaction to stimulation. Shy, inexperienced boys would be encouraged to participate. They'd gain confidence feeling that they're not hurting you, in a safe, learning environment where they're not expected to perform. Not like, say, the basement of a frat house, where they might be trying to keep the beer down and worried about trying to get hard in front of the guys, having never even thought about touching a condom in high school. You're a valuable thing. And physically more than fine, it seems.

What would your ideal roles be for/what is your ideal behaviour from male nurses and surgical interns at your clinic? (I happen to be both so I’m ever-curious :3)

Also cheers from Canada!! So excited to see a medfetishist with such similar tastes to me from the same place I’m from!

Howdy!! Male nurse AND surgical intern? I neeed you.

I think it's important to have a mix of men and women who are skilled caretakers, although there wouldn't be much difference in terms of duties and responsibilities around a clinic... I mean, patients should expect to be looked after and handled by male and female medical professionals which comes with just about the same amount of embarrassment and thrill (or is that just me??). I will say, it doesn't matter who you are, a male doctor AND a male nurse changes the whole atmosphere of a room.

It's more common that patients may be scared of men because they're so big and strong, but nurse has an instantly softer association. It makes me think of getting bathed. My skin rubbed and my hair shampooed. Of being folded and smoothed under a cozy hospital blanket. Big, gloved hands having to be gentle when they feel around and check patients' vitals and fiddle with tiny medications. It makes me think of hugs and hand-holding. Nurse makes me think of catheters. A thin tube between meaty latex-covered fingers that, with the other hand, enfold the patient's soft and scared penis in an experienced grip. The insertion is not jerky or drawn-out, out of sympathy. And then it becomes the nurse's domain, to keep clean and remain secure and keep checking in on like a little pet. They are responsible for stitching patients up when the doctor is done with them.

Doctor-mode makes me want to get inside somebody's mind and have me be their every thought. It doesn't matter if that's the patient, the nurse, or the next little thing that catches my eye. Even if there is a sadistic or dominant side within the nurse, the shadow of Doctor looms to remind them they are in his service and they are charged with helping take care of what is so precious and valuable to him. I can more easily see a female nurse having a hold over me, having a cruel streak or a glamour to her that I might self-destructively obsess over, whereas I believe male nurses as a whole to be the most warm and empathetic, extra-helpful and steadfast kinds of people. Based on nothing but feels.

Only if you put your arms around my neck and hang on tight and snuggle your face into the neck of my surgical gown. The first stop we'll make will be the nice, bright exam room so we can take a little look at your poor piggy. That sounds really ouchie.