guy whos figuring shit out

I reach down to my small tool tray, and retrieve the already filled needle. I take off the sanitary cap, and inch the rather long, piercing thing in. There’s a squeak of pain, and I know it’s breach the skin inside. I push it in slightly deeper to ensure the serum deposits fully, before pressing down on the plunger of the needle. My patient tenses as the fluid is injected into his internal wall, just above the prostate.

If the needle happens to brush against the prostate as I retrieve it, I surely don’t notice.

“Now, that was the first component of the test, prepping the area. I’m not sure if my assistant informed you, but the procedure for this new drug is done with two steps.”

“Sh-She didn’t…” He mumbles, voice hoarse with restraint.

“Of course not.” What do I even pay her for anyway? I sigh to myself. “The second part is a small insertion, that your body will break down and absorb over a short period of time, sort of like a pill, or a lozenge.”

The patient begins to push himself off the bed before I press him back down into it with one hand.

“This “pill” is not orally administered.” I state. From the small amount of his face I can see from this angle, he flushes. “It goes into your rectum, obviously. Otherwise the first part of the drug is rather useless.”

As he lays back down, muscles taut, I reach for the tray on the shelf below my tool tray. In it lies a small, egg shaped ‘pill’. It’s rather gelatinous in its nature, almost like silicone, but in its current size it’s solid, with little give.

“Spread your legs.” I demand, he does so rather weakly, so I spread them apart myself. Patients are rather useless when you let them think for themselves.

I spread the speculum open to its widest opening, ignoring the animalistic noises my patient makes, and inspect the opening with one finger, before pushing the pill in. He whines and thrashes a little, moaning words like “big” or “too much”. It’s all rather pathetic, but despite the struggling I manage to get the pill secured and ‘bottomed out’ inside of him. I remove the speculum, and press my fingers around his opening to check it’s secured before allowing my patient to stand up.

“We’re done here. You may redress yourself and leave after talking to the receptionist.” I say, taking off my gloves as I watch my patient shakily stand, legs unsteady and spread with an uneven gait, like he’d just had a one night stand. He looked ridiculous, and that blush on his face and watery eyes didn’t help.

“Remember to come back in two weeks time. We need to be able to check that the fertility drug is working as projected. I suppose I’ll warn you now, that check is also described as… Invasive. ”