Not by a long shot

“Okay, now I'm going to ask you to jog on the spot for me for thirty seconds. Can you do that?"

Derrick nodded nervously, feeling a bit self-conscious about his current state of undress. He wasn't used to being examined like this, and it made him feel exposed. He began to jog on the spot, trying his best to keep up with the doctor's instructions. As he jogged, he couldn't help but feel shame as he felt his genitals bounce around in front of the doctor. After the thirty seconds were up, the doctor thanked Derrick and told him he could stop.

The doctor made some more notes on his clipboard before turning back to Derrick and approaching again with the stethescope in hand. "Now, I want you to take a deep breath in and hold it for a few seconds, then exhale slowly," he instructed. Derrick complied, feeling the cold metal of the stethoscope against his chest once again. The silence in the room was deafening as the doctor continued his examination, leaving Derrick to his own thoughts.

“Okay let's do the jogging again, but this time for a minute.”

Derrick sighed internally but nodded obediently, knowing he had **** but to go through with the examination.

He took a deep breath and began to jog again, his eyes fixed on the ground as he tried to ignore the bouncing of his genitals. He resumed his jog, feeling even more self-conscious now that he had to do it for a longer period of time. The seconds ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity as Derrick struggled to keep up the pace. But he tried to push the embarrassment aside. His cheeks flush as he imagined how ridiculous he looked with his junk bouncing up and down.

Finally, the doctor called out that the minute was up. He felt embarrassed and humiliated but relieved that it was over. Derrick stopped jogging and bent over, panting heavily. He couldn't wait to get out of there and forget about this humiliating experience.

"Alright, now I'm going to check your reflexes," he said, taking out a small rubber hammer. Derrick braced himself again, wondering what was in store for him next. The doctor placed his hand at the top of Derricks thigh mere inches from Derrick's junk. Derrick's face flushed red again as he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the doctor's hand proximity.

Suddenly the doctor swung the tiny hammer down just below his knee. Derrick's leg jerked involuntarily in response to the tap, and the doctor made a note on his clipboard. He repeated the process on the other leg, and then moved on to testing Derrick's arm reflexes. As the doctor worked, Derrick couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability.