A Real Life Medical Humiliation

REAL LIFE MEDICAL HUMILIATION

I found the courage, after reading some other stories on this site, and the real story thread started by Bobby Brit, to tell the story of one particularly embarrassing experience I had, as a young man, in a urologist’s office. All that follows really did happen to me. The medical procedures are described as accurately as I can recall them. I hope that this story may also serve as a way to introduce myself as a new member of the house of Stripping and Humiliation, a subject I find very exciting!.

I am an American and to set the stage for what eventually happened I must explain that I had, back when I was a teenager, a feeling that, if I ever got stripped or got caught naked in front of members of the opposite sex, especially before girls my own age, that maybe the ground would just open and swallow me up. It was not about size, but about the fact I was brought up with rather strict ideas about nudity, and felt that if I ever got exposed before girls I knew, I would never be able to face any of them ever again.

Every summer back then, one of our high school teachers would organize a whole bus load of kids for a trip from Michigan to Florida, with many stops along the way. Like most of the other kids on this trip, I was between my Freshman and Sophomore year. I was a shy kid in those days. There were a number of girls on this trip that I found quite attractive and I had been making repeated efforts to get to know one of them better that I really had a crush on.

One day the whole group was at a beach swimming and sunning. Another kid thought it would be great fun to strip me in front of a group of girls from my high school. For a brief moment I thought it was going to happen. He was stronger than me and might well succeed in pulling my swim trunks down despite my efforts to prevent him. But then I decided to go for his swim trunks instead of trying to defend my own. This proved instantly effective. I was kind of a fat kid back then though I had become slender by the time of my adventure in the urologist’s office. The other kid was skinny. My trunks were maybe a size small for me and fit very tight. His were maybe a size too big and fit him very loosely. He immediately perceived that I would probably succeed in getting his down before he could get mine down. Suddenly the game wasn’t fun for him anymore and he walked away. I felt like I had just dodged a bullet!

My feelings about appearing naked continued at least through my twenties. When I was about twenty-eight I had developed a condition, harmless and later corrected, that made it seem to me that I had three testicles. My primary doctor referred me to a urologist to get this checked out. This was my first visit to this man who I will call Doctor K. When I checked in I thought I was going to die when I had to write down the purpose of my visit on a form I knew the receptionist would see.

Soon a nurse came out to take me back to an examining room. She said to take off all clothing from the waist down, including underwear, put on this paper gown and lie on the table. She left the room while I got undressed. Of course the paper gown had gaps at the sides and was just barely long enough to cover my private parts. About five minutes later the doctor came in, without that nurse. He pushed the paper gown up to my shoulders and examined me. He said my ‘third ball’ might be something as harmless as a hydrocele or a spermatocele, but it could also be something serious like a cancer tumor. He said we will need to do an ultrasound of your testicles first to rule out cancer. Then he left the room for a few minutes.

When he returned, he had a beautiful mini-skirted young woman with him whom he introduced as Vicki.  She did not, based on her manner of dress, appear to be a nurse or medical technician.  She was a few years younger than me, maybe twenty-four, a redhead, sharply dressed and a real looker. I noticed her skirt fitted her like a glove and ended about mid thigh. Her legs were long, lean and beautifully muscled, like those of a dancer. High heels added to this impression.

And I was lying on the exam table fully exposed. I was shocked that he would bring a non-professional young woman in to such an intimate procedure. But then he introduced her as his nurse in training. Still, I was acutely embarrassed. If she were a battle hardened older nurse it would be one thing, but a young girl? And of course I wondered what kind of doctor would let his ‘nurse in training’ dress in such a manner? No doubt he liked how she looked and was reluctant to ask her to dress more appropriately.

“She is doing her urology rotation in my office until she decides if this is the field she wants to specialize in. I promised Vicki that the next time I got a case like this I would include her for training purposes.”

He took up a position just to the left of my hip and motioned Vicki to put on a smock and a pair of gloves and take a position just next to my right hip.

“The first thing you do, Vicki, in a testicular ultrasound procedure, is insure the patient’s penis will be out of the way. You could ask the patient to hold it up and away. But we find it is usually less embarrassing for him if we wrap a wide elastic band that will conceal it and hold it up against his abdomen. That way there is less chance he will embarrass himself by having an erection during the procedure.”

He is instructing her in all this as though I am not there. By now I am dying of embarrassment and I am sure my face is red. I notice Vicki’s face starting to color. I wonder if maybe this is the first time she has participated in a medical procedure involving a man’s genitals. Next he takes a long elastic Ace bandage out and slips it under me and around my front to hold my dick tight to my tummy. Then he turns on the ultrasound machine, and mounts a fresh end on the probe.

“Before starting the scan, Vicki, we have to apply this gel to his scrotum, which serves to conduct the ultrasound to and from the probe when I scan him. Why don’t you do that part to get your feet wet, so to speak?”

Now Vicki’s face is turning red, but she reaches one gloved hand into the jar of gel and begins to touch my scrotum tentatively with her gloved fingers. Then, with an impatient look from the doctor, she supports my testicles with one gloved hand while, with the other gloved hand, spreads the gel evenly around my scrotum. I am very conscious of her delicate touch.

About now I begin to do math tables in my head to take my mind off what her fingers are doing and in the hope I can avoid further embarrassing myself with an erection.

He then picks up the probe and begins to glide it all over my testicles while Vicki watches intently, missing no detail. She momentarily takes her eyes off my scrotum long enough to make eye contact with me and smile. Then, and while he continues to scan, I feel my penis starting to become partially erect. Fortunately the elastic nature of the Ace bandage allows my dick just enough movement so that the partial erection does not become painful. But there is enough swelling that Vicki notices. Her eyes go to the swelling in the Ace bandage and the doctor sees that.

“Don’t worry about his erection Vicki. That will often happen during this procedure. It is perfectly normal. But we don’t want it to become painful for him. If it looks like he is going to have a full erection you should loosen the Ace bandage enough to give his penis room.”

I quickly turn my attention back to math problems and hope I can make it go down.

“Well, I am happy to tell you Mr. Daverse, that you don’t have a cancerous tumor. What you have is a pocket in there that has filled with some kind of fluid. It may be a hydrocele or a spermatocele. I can drain that fluid now and restore the appearance of your genitals to normal. You should have no further problem there. Once I have drained it I will be able to tell you what the fluid was.”

My throat is dry now and I can barely speak but I nod my head for him to go ahead. He pulls a syringe out of his tool tray with a rather scary large bore hollow needle. I ask if he will use anesthetic. He says no, that short of putting me under with general anesthesia there is nothing that will effectively prevent the momentary pain I am going to feel.

 “Just bear with it Mr. Daverse. It will all be over in a moment”.

So saying he jabs my scrotum with his huge needle and it goes in to a depth of maybe half an inch. I scream and practically bounce off the table with the pain. I feel further embarrassed in front of this young girl. Then he draws the plunger back and I see the syringe filling with some kind of fluid. I look down and see that my genitals now look perfectly normal, with two balls like any other guy. The doctor removes the Ace bandage.

“Bear with us for a minute now. Vicki, come with me to next room where our microscope is.”

They are gone for maybe five minutes. Then he calls out to me from the next room.

“Mr. Daverse, I think you might like to see this too. Would you come here please?”

So I got off the table and pulled the paper gown down. I don’t know why I bothered since Vicki has seen everything anyway. I go into next room where the two of them are waiting for me.

“I have placed a sample of the fluid I withdrew from you on a slide in this microscope. If you will look through the microscope you will see what I just showed Vicki”.

So I look and what I see is lots of little things swimming around.

“Those are your sperm sir. What this tells us is that it was a spermatocele. Also that your swimmers are very numerous and healthy. You can get dressed now. Vicki thanks you for letting her have this learning experience.”

An odd way to put it. I don’t recall ever being asked if it was ok with me for her to observe or participate. I am conflicted now. Part of me is concerned that the doctor acted inappropriately in not notifying me of her involvement beforehand and getting my consent. Surely he could anticipate that involving a 24-year-old trainee in such an intimate procedure might cause distress to the patient. I should have been offered a choice. I felt violated!

Another part of me wondered if maybe I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me, even though I had never been conscious of it or acted on it. I could have objected at any stage, after she entered the exam room.  And the reason I did not is that this hidden part of me would not want to have missed a minute of this experience!

It is my hope that those of you reading of my experience will have found this interesting and perhaps even titillating! I look forward to reading many more stripping and humiliation stories that many of you are writing!

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