Samples need to be collected

The nurse continued to poke and prod her swabs in and around his groin. “And lastly, I'll need a penis swab. Arms by your sides.”

He could still her his stepsisters giggling over by the doctors desk.

Mitch's heart raced as he realised what the nurse was about to do. The thought of his stepsisters watching made him feel physically sick. He tried to stay calm and follow the nurse's instructions, but every fibre of his being wanted to run away.

The nurse's gloved finger probed and prodded around his crotch, before she took hold of his dick. Mitch could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He wanted to scream as the swab touched his skin, but he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.

He was trapped in this humiliating, degrading experience, with no way out. He had been stripped of all dignity and self-respect.

“Okay, you'll probably find this next one a bit more comfortable if you bend over the bed.” The nurse leant down to his face and whispered, "We've got to take an anal sample, I'm sorry,"

Mitch's cheeks flushed at the thought of it all. Just the thought of the process was uncomfortable and invasive. He nodded silently, feeling a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. He bent over the bed. Mitch closed his eyes tightly and tried to focus on something else, anything else. But there was a suddent sharp pain in his asshole. The shock sent a cold shiver up his spine. Knowing it was an attractive young woman made it all the more humiliating. He wanted to tell her to stop, but he held his tongue.

It was almost too much to bear. He couldn't believe he had so little control over his own body. Mitch clenched his teeth to keep from crying out.

The nurse packed the samples from Mitch's body into their respective pots, somehow making him feel even more exposed and ****.

"Okay, I'll weigh you now.” the nurse said.

Mitch felt violated and powerless, as if his body was no longer his own. Feeling the nurse's hands release his body.

The nurse smiled like it was nothing and gestured to the large set of scales in the corner of the room. Mitch manoeuvred around the room, looking back over to his family. His stepsisters looked shifty, but still didn't hide their smiling faces.

He stepped onto the scale. Suddenly, he felt her hands on his sides as she began to turn him to face the centre of the room. He tightened his grip on his crotch, feeling even more exposed and violated.

The nurse seemed to sense his discomfort and gave him a wry smile, while she weighed him and measured his height.

Mitch tried to focus on what the doctor was talking to his parents about, but the nurse began to ask her own questions about his sexual activity and preferences, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

“How many. sexual partners have you had in the last six months, Mitch?”

Mitch's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he hesitated to answer the nurse's question. He couldn't believe she was asking him such intimate details in front of his parents and the doctor.

"None." He said, quickly in response.

“Oh! You're not sexually active?” she asked inquisitively.

Mitch shook his head, feeling even more uncomfortable. He had always been a private person, and the idea of discussing his sexual life with anyone, let alone with his parents in the room with a stranger, was mortifying. He wondered why the nurse needed to know such personal information, and if it was really relevant to his military recruitment.

"And your sexuality? Are you heterosexual? Homosexual or something in between?" She smiled.

“Bisexual,” he whispered. Mitch flushed again.

He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with a stranger in a medical office. He had always known he was attracted to both men and women, but he had never talked about it openly before.

“And how many times do you masturbate in an average week? There are now wrong answers, Mitch.”

Mitch's jaw dropped at the nurse's question. He couldn't believe how personal this was getting. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, feeling utterly exposed. He wasn't sure how to answer, or why it even mattered.

But he also didn't want to lie. He took a deep breath and tried to steady his nerves. "Um, I-I-I don't know. Maybe a few times?" he said hesitantly.

The nurse nodded, jotting something down on her clipboard. " There's nothing to be ashamed about, masturbation is totally healthy for any adult. So would you say it's two times? Or more a week?"

Mitch looked down at his nakedness, feeling a mix of absolute shame at his nudity and utter relief at the nurse's reassurance. He cleared his throat before answering, "I guess it's probably more like three or four times a week." his throat was dry and voice was cracking.

The nurse nodded again, her expression non-judgmental. "That's perfectly normal," she said, "and actually falls within the average range for men your age."

Mitch felt a small sense of validation at this, grateful for the nurse's professionalism and understanding.

She stepped back and smiled at him again. "Okay. All done," she said cheerfully. "Go and stand by the doctor, and she'll give you your next instruction." She then directed him to stand by his parents and the doctors desk.