The company's medical check-ups had changed insurers and were now at a rather shabby, outdated, and dirty place.

I went by the reception to give my information and was told to go straight into the examination room.

There, a doctor who must have been two days away from retirement was waiting for me. His desk and chair, an examination table, and that's it. I stood in the middle of the room, and instead of the usual questions...

- How often do you have sexual relations?

- With this pandemic, I got used to chastity and I don't even remember anymore.

- Oh, I'm sure it's not for lack of suitors... or suitors - he said with a smirk. Do you masturbate a lot?

- Once a day, normal, I suppose.

- Do you watch a lot of porn?

- Probably, yes.

- And are you straight, bi, gay?

- Is all this necessary for the check-up?

- Well, it was just to make a little conversation and lighten the mood, as I know that dealing with doctors is generally difficult.

- Yeah, heh - I replied with total disinterest.

- Come on, undress and step on the scale.

I was left in my underwear, but he emphasized that I had to take everything off because he didn't want to be rounding off the weight.

While I was on the scale, a man slightly younger than the doctor entered without warning and left the door wide open, so that everyone in the waiting room could see me in all my glory.

The doctor closed the door without any hurry and introduced the stranger as his future replacement.

Once off the scale, both doctors started to examine me, getting closer and rubbing against me in a "casual" manner.

They began touching my body looking for pain points and lymph nodes. When they reached my groin, due to so much touching, I got an erection. "Don't worry, it’s normal."

Then came the moment for the rectal exam. I was completely sure this wasn't part of the check-up, but I thought maybe it was protocol because of my age, and it was about time for me this year.

I leaned on the examination table, the doctor stood behind me, and the substitute remained seated at the desk watching.

The doctor squirted a shot of lubricant and began to massage my anus with no intention of inserting his fingers. And I became more and more erect. When he saw I was about to turn around to complain, he suddenly inserted his fingers, made a few movements, and called his colleague for a "second opinion."

While the doctor spread my buttocks, the substitute began to finger me pretending to look for something. And, despite the roughness and violence of the situation, I ended up losing my composure and let out a little moan. Both doctors laughed, told me to spread my own buttocks, and started fingering me intermittently still under the pretense of looking for "something."

After so much in and out, I ended up coming like a teenager in ...