Surrendering Your Huge Cock… For Science

Fred was completely alone in the waiting room, but it still took 45 minutes for a nurse to call his name.

“Fred?” A young woman peeked out from behind a wall and scanned the room. She locked eyes with the patient sitting alone beneath the fish tank.

“That’s me,” Fred sighed as he hoisted himself out of the uncomfortable chair. He was relieved to finally see a medical professional, but he could not hide his annoyance. What was the point of an appointment if he had to wait nearly an hour?

As if reading his mind, the nurse gave Fred an apologetic smile. “Sorry about the wait. We’re short staffed today and should be closing soon. You can follow me.”

The woman’s blonde ponytail swayed like a pendulum as she marched her patient down a series of corridors. The place felt like a fluorescent labyrinth. Fred gave up trying to maintain his sense of direction and settled his gaze on the nurse ahead of him. Her snug pink scrubs were taut against her silhouette, highlighting the curves of her body. Fred’s eyes flicked from the strides of her long legs to the bounce behind her back pockets, struggling to find a safe place to stare. Just as Fred began to worry she could sense his panic, the nurse stopped at an open door and gestured for him to walk ahead. He gratefully nodded and stepped into the room.

The sterile, off-white atmosphere commonly found in the doctor’s office never scared Fred, but he felt his palms begin to sweat as the nurse filled the space behind him. He should have done more research on what he was volunteering for to spare himself the anxiety, but the less he had to think about signing up for a mysterious paid exam, the less likely he was to chicken out.

The nurse did not give him any comforting words before she was halfway out the door. “The doctor will be here soon and the exam will begin. Thanks for coming in!”

Her footsteps faded into the hallway. Fred wiped his hands on his jeans and settled on the plush exam chair. He was so convinced he would have to wait another hour that the door immediately whooshing open behind him gave his entire body a jolt.

“Hey there, Fred, I’m Doctor Mina.” A woman’s voice wrapped around his left ear, soft and soothing. “I’ll be administering your exam today, accompanied by Miss Penny, who you’ve met, and other student nurses.”

Doctor Mina stepped into view, smiling warmly in a way only doctors could. Fred felt himself relax as they locked eyes. Her dark hair fell across her round glasses like curtains on a window. Behind the frames, her gaze steadily bore into Fred’s brain, giving him the urge to look away. He had no less shameful place to look, he realized. Her buttoned up shirt struggled over her chest to tuck into a tight black skirt at her mid torso. That left the dark pantyhose on her legs in plain view almost the entire way up to where Fred assumed her panties were. She stood with one foot casually crossed in front of the other, her hands resting in the pockets of her lab coat. Eyes, chest, or thighs, Fred could not let his stare settle.

Doctor Mina freed him from his mental prison by shifting her attention to a clipboard on the desk beside her. “I appreciate you filling out the information online. Saves us more time for a thorough exam.”

Fred found his opportunity for a question. “What is the, uh, exam for? Do I have to do anything?”

“No, no, you’re good to just relax. The exam is for academic purposes. Teaching, mostly, but also research.” She casually rolled a chair over and took a seat in front of the exam chair. “We’ll be looking at male reproductive processes today, which is what you’re for.”

“Ahh, okay, I getcha…” Fred trailed off, letting his brain catch up to what she said. His eyebrow cocked when he realized. “Male reproduction? Like the birds and the, y’know…”

“…Bees?” Doctor Mina offered helpfully.

“Yeah, those. What do I… I mean, how can I help?” Fred stammered. He flushed as he whispered his next question. “Do you… need a sample?”

His doctor laughed, but not mockingly. She seemed to appreciate the concern. “A sample in due time, yes. For now, I’ll conduct a sensory exam. If you would, please take off your pants.”