THE NAUGHTY DOCTOR: THE COMPLETE SERIES

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TLDR; Got testicular torsion, had my dad and numerous men massage my genitals, and got compliments from them. When my bottom finally felt like it was a little bit off the table, she said “that’s good, you can stop there”. I couldn’t believe how strange this was!! It felt so incredibly awkward. Then she asked me if I had any discharge, and like an idiot I said no, but that was the real reason I was there…I’m not sure what I was thinking, I mean, she was going to see it, right?!!! Stupid, but I was that scared, I guess, not thinking right, and too embarrassed to be honest. So, I tried to open my legs a little bit, while she went to the nearby instrument table and made some preparations. I was thinking that I was doing the right thing, opening my legs a bit, until my knees were just about pointing straight up to the ceiling (as opposed to having them touching). I was trying to second guess her, so she wouldn’t have to ask me to open my legs. I was totally humiliated laying there like that, I felt stunned. These old-school toker-jokers smoke a lot of weed and deliver some of their most famous comedy routines. for a moment or two, put something on his finger and seemed to touch her on her rectum. He then shook a rectal From the footage, the doctor started inappropriately touching the patient before kissing her on the lips. He then proceeds to remove her operation robe exposing her naked body on the operation table. EWW! That’s one psycho perverted doctor!!!!

A close friend of mine’s mom worked at this clinic as a nurse, and it was she who called me when it was time for my appointment. I went upstairs (the clinic was in a converted house)and she led me into a small room where she took some information, weighed and measured me, and then asked me if I preferred someone else to perform my physical examination since I knew her, and was close friends with her son. I was so scared, I just instinctively said that it didn’t matter to me, but I was dying inside. I guess I was just trying not to show how nervous I was. I reluctantly made an appointment with my mother’s gynecologist, a man, and slept less and less as my appointment drew nearer. On the morning of the exam I wore a short (to the waist) expensive olive colored sweater, and matching trousers. For whatever reason when I was 20 and in college I needed a physical. I hadn’t been to the doctor in a while and needed it ASAP. My parents suggested I just see my old pediatrician. I scheduled an appointment and went. It was then I knew that this was a fetish … I hadn’t labeled it as one yet, but I felt sure there had to something wrong with me to feel this way. …and I began to feel very alone.Had some crazy health problems in college and had to see a cardiologist. So I have to take my top off, as well as any metal jewelry and lay on the table. Weeks before I’d gotten my nipples pierced but just completely forgotten about them (female, btw). So he’s doing the scan or whatever, basically an ultrasound of my heart, and mentions again that jewelry interferes with the scanner–casually trying to get me to take the rings out. So I realize, he politely turns away and I try to remove the captive ball rings. Surprised again, I spread my legs another inch or so, and she said, “Spread your legs wide for me”. I wanted to die! I could feel myself getting wet now from sheer embarrassment and the heat of that damned light, and I coul not believe this was what a pelivic exam was really like ! How did women do this ? When I thought my legs were spread enough, I stopped again, and this time she put her hands on the insides of my thighs, and slowly pushed them apart until they wouldn’t go any further.

I was dreading going through the examination again, but I really needed different birth control pills. I was especially afraid of having a rectal examination and of the doctor using a metal speculum. At the clinic, they used plastic, and didn’t do a rectal, and that was all I had ever experienced. Something about those metal speculums terrified me then. Maybe they just looked too much like a “tool”. I’m not sure, but I knew I didn’t want one inside me… This story is 100% true. It is not embellished, this is my memory. Nothing bizarre happens, and no orgies here….just my recollections. I hope you enjoy reading it. On the day of the exam, I showed up at the clinic, filled out the forms, and waited. It felt like forever, I was so scared I couldn’t stop squirming in the waiting room. I had put on my nicest panties and bra, and I had read what to expect, but I was totally unprepared for the reality and exposure of the actual exam. The day of the exam, I go in and I’m given the instructions on what the procedure will entail. I will be receiving a barium enema which will allow the xrays to show any abnormalities in my GI tract. Now, the doctors failed to really get SPECIFIC about the enema part — particularly how much pressure the enema would put me under. They also kind of forgot to mention the fact that the “seal” isn’t always sufficiently strong to contain the pressure. I went in for a prostate exam and when the doctor was performing it, I ejaculated. She said it’s common, but I was totally embarrassed.After these pleasantries, I’m lying on the exam table, staring at the ceiling, just waiting for the whole ordeal to end, when she seems to get upset, and readjusts an electrode she just put on me. She then says “Stop distracting me!” I should mention, the room was very cold, and my chest, well- you know what happens. Eventually they were able to get it out (blood was everywhere) and I learned from a nurse who also uses a diva cup is that the instructions that say to relax your muscles are completely wrong and you need to push it out. home. The family doctor always took our temperatures rectally. He was in his late 50s early 60s so he had some So she does her thing. Takes some blood, asks me questions about my sexual activities (which at that time were nothing more than solo). We go to an urgent care hospital, and as soon as I get some anesthesia I’ve stopped thrashing and they can properly diagnose me. I have a Testicular torsion.[1] in my left testicle. So this doctor and his interns (women, too. Sigh.) come in and the doctor flips my scrubs to reveal the goods. After massaging me for what felt like hours, he stares at my junk for a long time, before telling me that “The consistency is right, you have a nice scrotum kid. Too bad you need to have surgery.”