"We Need A Sample"

“Alright, Rob,” Dr Verma said, walking to the cupboard. “I’ll need to get a urine sample from you now.” She held a cup out to him. Taking the cup, he asked where the toilet was. “Oh no, you’ve got it all wrong,” she retorted. “You’re going to do it right here, in front of us.” Panic began to rise in Rob. Surely she wasn’t serious? But, when she continued to look at him expectantly, he asked, “You want me to piss in front of you? In front of both of you?” Dr. Verma blinked. “Yes. Did I not make that clear?”

“But...does she really need to be in here, too?” he asked, nodding towards Jackie. “Please don’t make me ask again, Rob. This is a standard policy to rule out any recreational **** ****. We have had problems in the past in which patients, generally males, have covertly brought in a clean urine sample and handed that in instead of their own. I need to ensure that you are not a regular **** user in order to sign off on your form.”

Defeated, Rob slid off the examination table and unscrewed the lid from the cup. Setting it down on the examination table, he held the cup with his right hand and used his left hand to guide his cock over the opening. He tried to piss but nothing happened. Why the fuck was nothing happening? His eyes were closed in desperation. He could feel the two women staring at him. There were a few clicks of the camera, and then he heard Jackie’s taunting voice; “Should we run some water for you, Rob?” she giggled. He ignored her and continued to focus all of his attention on urinating. At long last he felt the familiar sensation of warm piss running through his pipes and leaving his body. He had no idea how long that took but it had felt like forever. He continued pissing but then after waiting so long, he found to his dismay that he was unable to stop !

“Rob! Look what you’ve done!” cried Dr. Verma. He had filled up the small cup and there was now a small overflow on the floor around his feet. “Wonderful. Now I need to clean up your mess.” Rob’s face deepened in colour with shame. “On second thought,” she continued, “Why don’t you do it? On your knees, now. Wipe it up.” She handed him a handful of paper towels. Rob crouched down on the floor to clean up the floor. As he did so, he heard a few camera clicks and became even more self-conscious, realising that his bum was sticking out and that Jackie was behind him, photographing it from a birds-eye view. He could not understand why Jackie was archiving this, and why Dr. Verma did not say anything – it had absolutely nothing to do with the medical examination.

The door opened and Carol, Sandra and Charlie re-entered. "I was just going to show them where to empty the bins." Carol explained the excuse this time as they all studied Rob's rear, balls dangling while he scrubbed. "Good timing" said Dr. Verma. "There's going to be some soiled towels to dump."

"Better wash your hands Rob" laughed Jackie after he had shamefacedly deposited the towels in the bin that Sandra held open.