Under Pressure

“Now let’s test your blood pressure again, but under stress this time. This is what you’re going to do. You’ll get warmed up with some push-ups – ten of them – and then I’m going to attach the cuff of the blood pressure monitor to your arm again and you’re going to run in place for three minutes. Got it?”

Rob nodded affirmatively. The man decided not to question if she wanted him to exercise naked, because it was evident that this was exactly what she wanted.

“Jackie,” the doctor continued, turning towards the girl. “I want you to take photographs during the various stages of exercise. We’ll download them to Rob’s file.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jackie answered, grinning broadly. She was looking at Rob rather than at Dr. Verma.

Rob could not keep quiet any longer. “Why would you need photos of this? Why do you need photos of any of this? Is this new NHS policy? Because I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Dr. Verma stared at Rob, evidently waiting for him to finish. Finally, she simply stated that this particular GP practice is very thorough. She then pointed to a spot on the floor and said, “Now, push-ups. Go on, then.”

Rob sighed audibly and got back down on his knees. The floor was cold. He got into a plank position, all too aware of the naked state of his body and his cock and balls being pulled down by gravity. He began the exercise, bending his elbows and lowering himself to the ground until he felt the head of his cock brush against the cold tile. Another reminder he was nude, as if he could forget. He shivered faintly but continued at a fairly even pace. His arms began giving out a bit when he got to seven push-ups.

“Wow, Rob, is that all you got?” There were a couple of camera clicks.

He wished Jackie would shut up. This almost never happened, it must have been the stress. Jackie got onto the ground next to Rob and snapped a few photos, making sure that that she was within Rob’s range of view. He closed his eyes to block her out. Once he reached ten, he gathered the rest of his strength to get on his knees and stand up again without appearing too feeble. Jackie, still crouching on the ground, pointed the camera lens up at Rob – or rather, at his cock – and took another couple of photos.

“Not bad,” Dr. Verma commented without a hint of compassion in her voice. “You barely even broke a sweat. Of course, you shouldn’t be so hard-pressed from ten measly push-ups.” She wrapped the cuff of the blood pressure valve around his arm and, pressing a button on a stopwatch, told him to begin.

Rob started running in place, his eyes on an invisible point in front of him. He could feel the uncomfortable sensation of his cock and balls flopping all over the place. It was all too much. The blood pressure instrument meant that he was attached to the doctor as if by a leash. He was stark naked and his genitals were flying every which way. All he could hear besides the heavy, fast-paced thudding of his heart was the digital click- click-clicking of the camera. Jackie was photographing him from in front, behind, both sides and any which angle one could imagine. He did not think he could endure much more. Suddenly, a shrill ring sounded from a mobile phone and was followed by Jackie’s obnoxious laughter. He could feel his heart rate rising, suspecting that without a doubt the girl’s giggle fit was directed at this show he was putting on. Rob continued to jog in place, trying to clear his mind off everything. Finally, the timer beeped and Dr. Verma told him he could stop.

The doctor took the reading, then walked over to the desk and began recording something in her file. Jackie got a little closer to Rob, that ever-present smile on her face, and in a mock hushed tone said, “Chris told me to say ‘Nice cock.’” The colour once again drained from his face. Is that what that beeping was earlier? He was unsure of what to do. Dr. Verma must have heard her. Jackie made a show of moving out of the doctor’s earshot, but there is no taming that girl’s intolerable voice. Another beep sounded from her phone and she grinned devilishly. “Chris says –”

“Dr. Verma,” Rob cut her off. The doctor did not look up from the file. “I think that Jackie is sending inappropriate photos to people without my consent,” he continued. He waited for a response, but she said nothing. “You said those photos are confidential, Dr. Verma. She’s not allowed to do that.” Again, nothing. “Doctor,” he added, almost inaudibly. She finally looked up. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rob,” she replied, dismissing his concern. He couldn’t quite believe her. “Whatever Jackie sends from her own phone is her business. Now, are we ready to move on?"

“But how can you condone that kind of behaviour?” he pushed. She merely blinked back at him. Defeated, he mumbled, “Yes, Doctor. I’m ready to continue.”