Footballer's Physical
Footballer Les Ainsworth is on his way to see the doctor. No one enjoys being checked over like a piece of meat but it's something they all have to endure. Little does Les know that this physical is going to be like no other he's ever experienced and he's in for a very nasty shock.
Les is as fit as fuck and knows it. He trains hard in the gym and spends hours practising on the pitch with his team mates. Having to attend a physical is just a complete waste of time in his opinion.
He grudgingly makes his way up the stairs to the doctor's surgery hoping to get it over and done with as quickly as possible.
At least elderly Dr Fairchild is pretty quick with his examinations – more interested in playing golf than seeing to his patients. With luck he'll be out in 20 minutes and can join his team down the pub for the regular Friday afternoon booze-up.
Doctor Prober looks at her daily schedule on the computer. She glances down the list for the afternoon and is heartened to notice a few male names amongst them – that should make things interesting!
Being scrupulously organised she begins planning her next appointments to make sure she can get through everything. She carefully separates the genuinely ill from the hypochondriacs who will be sent on their way for wasting her time.
Hearing someone at the door she looks up expectantly. This must be the first patient of the afternoon.
Les shuffles into the room carrying his heavy kit bag, eyes cast downwards and still in a bad mood.
When he does raise his eyes a look of confusion crosses his face. That's not Dr Fairchild!
Dr Prober likes the look of the fit young man who's stood in front of her. "Hello!" She says welcomingly. What luck to have such a fine specimen to examine.
Les is totally baffled. He's sure this is the right room. So where is Dr Fairchild? He must have moved. "Oh, excuse me," he says and backs away from the pretty female doctor.
Before she can say anything more he walks out the door and closes it behind him.
The bemused doctor shrugs. 'What a shame,' she thinks to herself – she was looking forward to getting her hands on that hunky young man.
She turns back to her work, still distracted by thoughts of what she would have liked to have done to the sporty looking man.
Suddenly the doors bursts open again and an annoyed looking Nurse Emmanuelle comes marching in dragging someone behind her.
"Mr. Ainsworth, I told you on the phone. Dr Fairchild is on holiday!," she says exasperated.
"Dr Prober here is the locum who will be conducting your physical today," she continues.
"Locum?" he questions – not really following what she's saying. Surely this woman can't be the doctor?
"That's right," says the nurse, thinking he's understood her at last.
"No no, I want to make an appointment for when the doctor is here." They can't really be expecting him to submit to an examination by this woman can they?
Dr Prober has had enough. She's very busy and he's just wasting her time. "That's not possible Mr. Ainsworth," she says abruptly.
"Our clinic is fully booked until the Autumn and without covering each others' appointments none of us would have holidays."
"But..." mumbles Les, but his protestations fall on deaf ears.
"It's quite alright," says the doctor reassuringly, "I've seen many of the footballers on your team." She doesn't mention that these were just for routine illnesses like colds and flu. This is the first time she'll get to perform a full physical exam on one of these studs.
"Now sit on the exam table," she instructs. She realises that she'll need to establish her authority from the beginning to get him to do exactly what she wants.
Despite feeling very unsure, Les decides that he'll do as he's told – at least for now. It wouldn't do for her to fail him. That would mean he wouldn't be allowed to play, and football is his life.
He gets up on the table and looks from one to the other. There appears to be an excited glint in the nurse's eye.
The doctor's eyes stray to his prominent crotch. "Nurse, please prepare the video camera." After all, they might as well capture this on film. Something for her to enjoy later...
'With pleasure,' thinks the nurse and smiling, sets up the high definition camera so it'll record everything that takes place.
Les looks warily at the camera. This isn't normal – Dr Fairchild has never videoed his physical. He starts to get increasingly nervous and wonders what the doctor and nurse intend to do to him.
"What's that for?" he asks suspiciously, wondering if he should get up and leave right here and now.
"It's to show Dr Fairchild what fantastic shape you are in," she says soothingly, "Not to worry, this recording will be kept completely confidential." He thinks carefully about what she says and decides he's best to go along with it.
Les cannot take his eyes off the camera and the little red light on the front that shows it's recording. Dr Prober moves round him so she is in frame too. "I understand your team has new uniforms?"
"Yes, I've got it in my bag." The doctor's eyes wander back to his crotch – she can't wait to see that up close.
"Please put them on for me." Despite the polite tone, it's clear that this is not a woman to be messed with. Les has a sinking feeling, realising that this women has the power to put an end to his footballing career if she so chooses.
He gets up and starts fumbling around in his bag. He makes to go over to the corner, out of range of the camera – but the doctor stops him. "You can change right here," she insists.
Reluctantly he starts to pull his top off. The idea of changing in front of these two women, not to mention the camera, is deeply embarrassing for the macho man. The doctor and nurse exchange smiles – the more he resists the more fun it is for them.
Dr Prober and Nurse Emmanuelle admire his broad, muscled back. This looks promising!
The camera records every second of the proceedings, capturing Les' physique in full high definition.
The two women exchange glances as he grips the waistband of his bottoms. This is the moment they've been waiting for.
He pulls them down and bends over, revealing his perfect round arse to the eager women. They happily ogle his tight white underwear that hugs his muscular backside.
'Hmmm, we'll have to get those underpants off him,' thinks the doctor to herself. Nurse Emmanuelle cannot tear her eyes away from his bulging footballer's thighs. She hopes she'll get to see more of those before they are finished.
Unaware that he is being thoroughly observed and judged by the two women, Les continues to change into his shiny new kit.
He hastily pulls his shorts up glad to be covering more and more of his exposed flesh. He finds it terribly uncomfortable being even partially naked in front of the confident women.
Sensing his discomfort the two women can't help but snigger. It really doesn't matter how he feels, they are determined to have their fun with him whether he likes it or not.
Hearing the noise he looks round dubiously. But the women merely smile sweetly at him so he dismisses it and carries on.
The women watch the muscles ripple on his back and shoulders as he pulls the shirt over his head. He certainly is a fine example of manhood.
With his football shirt on, Les starts to feel a little more comfortable. Perhaps this won't be so bad after all.
But Dr Prober has other ideas. She's only just beginning and her imagination is running wild with ideas on how to take advantage of this naive young man.
Les puts his shin pads on, his confidence increasing. It's not so bad really – all he's had to do is change into his new uniform. Easy!
He glances over to the doctor and nurse. He's not sure he likes the way they are staring at him – there's something cunning about them.
He starts to feel distinctly unnerved by the way they unflinchingly gaze at him. He feels like a cornered animal but what choice does he have? He pulls on his football boots and jumps up trying to take control of the situation.
"So," he says, "what now?" But the two women merely continue to look at him hungrily. And the whirring camera continues recording the man standing awkwardly. Les starts to wonder if this examination is going to be entirely above board.
What footballer Les Ainsworth thought was going to be a run of the mill physical exam is turning out to be something considerably more intimate. The female doctor and pretty young nurse seem to be a little overzealous with their examination of him and the simple lad is not sure what to do.
Les feels increasingly uncomfortable stood in front of the two women who openly leer at him, saying nothing and smiling mysteriously.
Despite his reservations, he realises that unless the doctor declares him fit to play – he'll be on the sidelines.
"This fits very nicely," says Dr Prober walking over to him.
"Don't you think Nurse Emmanuelle?"
Not entirely convinced, the nurse decides to see for herself and approaches Les who regards her warily.
The two women start running their fingers up and down his torso, feeling his firm body underneath the tight fitting football top.
Les cannot understand what is going on as the women relentlessly touch and grope him. It must be some kind of test of his muscle tone or something.
"Steady on!" he protests as they almost push him over with their increasingly frantic caresses.
He watches Dr Prober run her hands all over his body, squeezing his muscles and feeling him as though he were a piece of meat. This is nothing like the brief examinations of Dr Fairchild!
He winces as the two women pinch his nipples sharply. Neither of them deigns to speak to him while they are so thoroughly exploring his body adding to the tension in the room.
'Nice chest!' Thinks Nurse Emmanuelle to herself. 'Good firm pecs, I can't wait to see those.'
Les can feel the heat from the bodies of the two women who have effectively trapped him between them. The longer it continues, the more nervous he becomes.
There is something not quite right about the way the nurse and doctor are touching him and alarm bells go off in his head. Yet what can he do? It would be cowardly to have to tell his teammates that he ran away from two women!
"Flex your muscles," instructs the doctor and reluctantly Les complies. The doctor immediately feels the hardness of his bicep with satisfaction. She knows exactly how much power she has over him and is pleased to see him obeying her.
Les is bewildered by the attentions of the two confident women. He's used to treating women as objects and it's totally alien to him to be the one being used.
"Flex for the camera," says the doctor mockingly.
Les remembers that every moment of his "examination" is being filmed and he starts to wonder just where the footage will end up.
"Remove your shirt Mr. Ainsworth." Dr Prober decides it's time to see more flesh.
Les weighs up his options. He can walk out of the room and potentially screw up his footballing career, or he can follow the doctor's instructions even if they do seem a little bizarre. He decides his highly paid job is too important to him and starts to pull off his shirt.
Nurse Emmanuelle turns the camera to make sure she captures everything as the fit young footballer pulls his shirt over his head.
She zooms in on his impressive chest as his chiselled physique comes into view.
He stares dumbly into the lens not sure how to react. In post match interviews he's happy to play up for the camera and show off, but somehow in this situation it feels like a third pair of eyes watching his every move.
Dr Prober approaches him swinging her stethoscope which he looks at suspiciously.
She holds the cold instrument to his chest. "Breathe deeply in and out," she demands.
Les takes a deep lung-full of air as instructed.
Les looks down as the doctor slides the stethoscope to his navel getting dangerously close to his crotch. "Keep breathing in and out," she insists.
"Hmmm," she says mysteriously and Les' heart beats faster as he worries that she might have found something wrong.
Making sure he's still in frame Dr Prober places her instrument against his back and continues listening to his breathing.
Again her hand wanders down towards the waistband of his shorts increasing his discomfort.
"Put your hands behind your head," the doctor tells him, stroking the back of his neck with her hand.
He looks at her uncertainly for a moment but she nods impatiently for him to continue.
He raises his hands behind his head as he's told, grateful that his colleagues cannot see him. He can just imagine the raucous laughter at the sight of him being ordered about by the bossy women and made to pose for them.
He wonders when this humiliating experience will end. It feels like he's been in the stark doctor's surgery for hours already.
He glances sideways at the camera trying to convince himself that its purpose really is to show Dr Fairchild his condition.
Nurse Emmanuelle watches him keenly. She can see the battle going on inside his head by his facial expressions but knows this proud man would never risk his career by challenging their authority.
"Do you keep a proper diet? High protein? Complex carbs?" The doctor fires questions at him one after the other.
"Yes doctor," he answers certain that he's correctly followed the strict diet sheets given to all the players.
He starts as she reaches across and runs her delicate fingers across his abs, taking him by surprise.
"So I see," she says breathily.
She grabs his arm and pulls him towards her. "How are your leg muscles fairing in the field?"
Before he has time to answer she has positioned him in the middle of the room. "Let me see you perform some squats!"
Obediently he puts his hands behind his head and prepares to squat, confident that there's nothing whatsoever wrong with his leg muscles.
He crouches down low till he is almost touching the floor...
...then springs upwards. He's so fit it's almost no effort for him to perform the exercise.
Not hearing anything from the doctor he continues squatting up and down repeatedly hoping that she's satisfied with his performance.
Dr Prober smiles to herself. The fool in front of her really has no idea what she's looking at.
She watches his crotch intently. As he goes down the material of his shorts rides up, hugging his crotch tightly. From what she can see it looks like a pretty impressive package!
She shifts position slightly so she can see the rear view while the gullible man bounces up and down on his haunches.
'Oooh,' she thinks to herself, 'I'd give that a 9 out of 10!' She can't wait to get her hands on that hard round arse.
She turns to her colleague and they exchange knowing glances. Time to get a better view.
"No, no," says the doctor abruptly, "I can't see your thighs at all!"
"You'll have to get up on the desk." Nurse Emmanuelle smiles with anticipation.
Feeling foolish, Les clambers up onto the desk while the nurse re-positions the camera to ensure they have him fully covered.
Les feels horribly exposed up on the desk with the women staring up at him. He feels like some kind of exhibit on display with them as judges.
Seeing he has no other choice, Les begins doing the squats again.
He hunkers down, completely unaware that as he does so his shorts pull tight to emphasise the outline of his cock and balls nestled within.
'This is ridiculous!' he thinks to himself. But he daren't disobey the authoritative women who dominate him with their presence.
The nurse and doctor watch eagerly as the sportsman in front of them performs his squats, putting on a nice show for them.
The two women are bursting with desire. Seeing the muscled athlete doing their bidding is thrilling for them. They decide it's time they got a little more "hands on" with their examination...
Things are getting more and more tense in the confined doctor’s surgery. What started off as a run of the mill medical examination is rapidly becoming the worst day of Les Ainsworth’s life. The two women have taken charge and are getting increasingly demanding. And they’ve only just got started...
Les dumbly continues to perform squats, not daring to stop until given permission.
Doctor Prober turns to Nurse Emmanuelle, "I think I’d better take a closer look. We don’t want to miss anything do we?"
The doctor strolls round behind Les taking another good hard look at his muscular arse as he bobs up and down in front of her. The camera continues to capture every second of his humiliation.
Les can feel the doctor’s presence behind him making him feel even more uncomfortable. He wishes she would allow him to stop. Even though he’s in top physical condition, the repeated exercise is starting to make his legs ache.
Silently, Dr Prober climbs up onto the desk. She never takes her eyes off his backside - like a hunter about to pounce on her prey.
"Wha?" he starts confusedly when he realises the woman is actually on the desk next to him. Nurse Emmanuelle smiles in admiration at the confident way the doctor goes about getting exactly what she wants.
The bemused footballer glances nervously over his shoulder as the domineering woman sidles up behind him.
He suddenly remembers what he’s supposed to be doing, and not wanting to incur her wrath, carries on with the exercises.
As he straightens up he feels her hands all over his body, stroking him and touching his defined muscles. He gulps nervously feeling unnerved by the brazen way she handles him.
He crouches down again breaking free of her grip. But undaunted she simply turns her attentions to his broad back, her fingertips sending shivers down his spine.
"Oh yes," she says, "your thighs do seem to be quite strong." Her hand wanders down and she begins to slide his shorts up. "Let’s get a better look!"
She pulls the material of his shorts right up to reveal his thighs fully, at the same time making the outline of his crotch even more distinct.
As he squats down the shorts hug tightly around his cock and balls and feel more like a pair of briefs than something a professional sportsman would wear on the pitch.
Les feels utterly degraded by the whole experience and is close to tears. That he should have to submit to such a humiliating ordeal is devastating for the proud man. But he’s helpless to resist the superior woman who has taken complete control of him.
Worse still, the proximity of the doctor and the authority she exudes are starting to get him aroused. He tries his hardest to ignore her but it is proving impossible.
The doctor soon notices the bulge increasing in size and pulls his shorts tight again to make it even more visible. He feels ashamed that he should be embarrassing himself like this but his penis has a mind of its own.
Dr Prober is delighted with the effect she is having on him. In no time at all she has brought this macho sportsman to heel and without even trying has managed to get him aroused.
"Hmmm," says the doctor, "I think I need a second opinion."
"Nurse Emmanuelle, would you mind stepping up here a moment?" Dr Prober can barely contain her laughter. Les is horrified at the thought of the other woman also getting her hands on his nearly naked body. He’s not sure how much more he can bear.
Nurse Emmanuelle wastes no time and clambers onto the desk, reaching for Les and grabbing hold of his thick thigh. Meanwhile the doctor’s hand traces the outline of his thickening bulge.
He can see the hungry expression on the nurse’s face and his trepidation increases.
The women continue to explore his exposed body with their hands totally disregarding his feelings and obvious discomfort. To them he is there purely for their pleasure.
He feels trapped between them, unable to escape their wandering hands. The room is completely silent apart from the occasional soft exclamations of delight from the two women.
He closes his eyes but cannot block the feelings of excitement that are building inside him. He knows it’s wrong and is terrified of what might happen if he gets fully erect. His future as a top footballer hangs in the balance.
"I’m not 100% sure about his strength in his upper body," announces Dr Prober suddenly. "I think we should perform a weighted resistance test." Les wonders fearfully what this will entail.
The women push him down on his hands and knees and both of them sit astride him. It takes all his strength to support their weight and beads of sweat break out on his forehead.
Nurse Emmanuelle whoops and waves her hand around like she’s riding a bucking bronco. He grits his teeth and strains against the load on his back. He’s come so far, he cannot afford to fail now.
The muscles in his arm start to burn with the effort. The women laugh openly, congratulating themselves on the inventiveness of their game.
"Yeehaw!" exclaims Nurse Emmanuelle and deliberately bounces up and down putting more strain on Les’ back.
Les is completely bewildered by the women’s behaviour. It doesn’t seem at all scientific to him. In fact, if he didn’t know better he’d think they were actually taunting him! He resigns himself to the fact that they must know what they are doing and these tests are beyond his simple comprehension.
The women laugh raucously enjoying the man’s discomfort. They grab his shoulders and arms and pull them back forcing him to take their whole weight on his back.
His whole body starts to tremble with the effort and it feels like the muscles in his lower back are on fire.
He grunts with pain as they pull his arms back as far as they will go, the sound of their sniggering ringing in his ears.
The doctor and nurse look at each other excitedly and decide to try something new, getting him to shuffle round so his arse is on display.
"I think we should check the muscle tone of his gluteus maximus," says Dr Prober and Nurse Emmanuelle nods in agreement keenly.
They reach down and take hold of the material of his shorts...
...and pull them up sharply causing them to stretch tightly round his cock and balls.
He winces with the sharp pain as his tender balls are crushed. He doesn’t exactly know where his gluteus maximus is, but cannot see how this painful procedure can tell them anything about its condition.
The two women keep pulling on his shorts, tugging at it with both hands and nearly lifting him off the table. The fabric bunches up between his buttocks and presses against his anus causing him to panic.
"Keep pulling nurse, I think we’re nearly there!" exclaims the doctor.
They manage to twist the material so that it works its way up the side of his balls, which come spilling out into view.
Les cries out in pain and surprise aware that his testicles are now visible to the two fully clothed women.
They look down at the bulging sack and tight puckered anus on display – this is more like it!
One more twist and his heavy penis pops out too, hanging between his legs.
The humiliation is unbearable. His most private parts are all on display for the women to ogle and comment on. His arsehole, balls and cock all out in the open and exposed. He feels angry but impotent to do anything about it.
They rub his smooth round arse with their hands feeling its muscular firmness. Dr Prober pushes his pendulous dick back between his legs, causing his foreskin to roll back and expose the sensitive glans.
"Ready to perform a pain response test?" asks the doctor. "Time to begin!"
The doctor raises her right hand high up and brings it sharply down onto his exposed buttock.
Les howls with pain as the blow lands causing yet another outburst of laughter from the two women. All the while he’s conscious of the doctor’s hand against his penis. Nurse Emmanuelle decides it’s her turn...
Slap! Even though he tries to brace himself the shock of the nurse’s hand against his tender backside catches him by surprise.
He’s never known pain like it as the women repeatedly smack him. He wishes the torture would end but the women seem to be enjoying themselves far too much.
The two women get into a rhythm taking turns to punish him. It’s a delicious feeling being able to inflict such delightful pain under the guise of a medical examination.
Eventually they’ve had enough – after all there’s a lot to get through and they’ve only just begun! They release Les and he sits down to protect his sore backside. Immediately he grabs his shorts and un-twists them so he can cover himself up.
He breathes a sigh of relief when his cock and balls are once again safely covered by the material.
"Mr. Ainsworth please!" admonishes the doctor. "I’m trying to conduct an examination!"
With that she grabs his shorts and pulls them back while the helpless man can only lie there and watch.
Once again he can feel the cool air of the doctor’s surgery on his uncovered penis and testicles. The two excitable women regard them with great interest.
Poor Les is mortified. This big tough sportsman has been reduced to a quivering wreck by the two commanding women in no time at all. He lies there almost naked and completely vulnerable to the women’s whims and wonders what else he is going to have to endure.
Les is in top shape, his body muscled and honed from hours spent in the gym and on the pitch. The doctor and nurse think it would be a waste if that all that hard work went unappreciated. They fully intend to enjoy every inch of his hard body whether he consents or not.
"I'm not totally happy with his glutes, we should check them to make sure there are no strains," says the excited doctor.
Les frowns, not at all happy with the way his body is being pulled about by these two women. His arse is still sore from their repeated slapping and he's not looking forward to them getting their hands on it again.
Before he can object, the doctor and nurse grab his ankles and flip him onto his back. Despite the shock he feels momentarily relieved as his cock and balls slip back inside his shorts.
But fear soon takes over as they bend his legs back as far as they will go so his tender backside is fully on display.
"Hey!" he stammers, but the two women ignore him completely and begin pulling at his shorts to expose more flesh.
In a frenzy of excitement they tug at the tight material and run their hands all over his muscular bottom. He feels powerless to stop them and totally humiliated at being made onto his back with his legs up in the air like some cheap whore.
Nurse Emmanuelle delights in the hard roundness of his buttocks. Having this muscular athlete totally at their mercy is a massive thrill for her and she savours every minute.
Their hands wander closer and closer to his anus. He grimaces with the thought that their delicate feminine fingers might actually touch his most private part.
But the women satisfy themselves with simply groping his backside... for now.
"His buttocks are firm enough," says the nurse, "May I suggest squats without this cumbersome garment?"
They release him and Les sits up, glad to be free of the women's controlling grip. But he's confused by the nurse's words. What exactly does she mean?
The doctor indicates that he should stand and he does so with trepidation. The women look him up and down hungrily, adding to his nervousness.
They rush at him from both sides and grab hold of the waistband of his shorts. He looks down in dismay. What are they up to now?
They effortlessly slide his shorts down revealing his thick patch of jet-black pubic hair.
An instant later and his shorts are right down, his thick cock bouncing into view above his heavy balls.
It takes a moment to register that his genitals are on full view. He is completely horrified that his manhood is exposed in front of the doctor and nurse like this!
A cold draft makes his cock and balls tingle. He would give anything to be allowed to put his shorts back on and cover his embarrassment.
Instinctively he tries to cover his nudity with his hands but the doctor is not at all happy about this.
She raises her hand...
...and slaps his hands smartly, pulling them away.
"Mr. Ainsworth, do you want me to fail you?" says the doctor angrily. "No," he mumbles miserably.
"Then get on with the squats as instructed." Realising he has no choice, Les puts his hands behind his head and prepares to perform the exercise.
He crouches down low, feeling the burn in his thighs which haven't yet recovered. His long dangling penis nearly touches the desk. It feels wrong to be doing this with no shorts on but he knows the doctor is not to be crossed.
The two women make their way behind him to check the view from the rear. He's aware of them staring openly at his arse and finds it even more uncomfortable that he can't see exactly what they are up to.
He goes down again feeling exhausted by the made exercise and wishing desperately that the torture would come to an end.
They both eye-up his rear with unconcealed pleasure. The way his muscular buttocks ripple and flex as he springs up and down is getting Nurse Emmanuelle very excited indeed. It's times like this when she loves her job.
As he crouches down his rock hard arse cheeks part invitingly revealing his puckered anus much to the women's delight.
As he straightens up they get to see his bulky cock and balls dangling heavily. Oh yes, this is definitely the best view of the proceedings!
He hunkers down again, his tight rosebud twitching nervously.
"Hmmm," muses the doctor, "we might need to have a closer examination of that."
Proud Les baulks at the prospect of his virgin arse being subjected to the attentions of the domineering doctor Prober.
Reluctantly he continues with the squats, painfully aware that the two women are eyeing his backside and dangling genitals keenly.
He wonders how much more humiliation he'll be expected to endure before the doctor passes him as fit to play. Surely the doctor must be satisfied that he's in top shape by now?
He begins to wonder if the examination will ever be finished. Or whether the two conniving women will keep him here forever, naked for their pleasure.
"No no," admonishes Doctor Prober, "that's no good at all - I can't see your thighs properly. Get up on the exam table."
He clambers down from the desk and stands between the two women, shaking slightly from his exertions and nerves. "Well," says the doctor, "up you get!"
He sits on the hard table feeling the paper towel sticking uncomfortably to his sweaty skin. "We won't need these," she says looking at his socks and football boots.
The women set upon him, grabbing at his boots and wrenching them off. All he can do is sit there helplessly as they remove his last shreds of clothing.
He looks down forlornly as the nurse pulls off his sock rendering him totally naked. There is now not a stitch of material to protect his modesty.
"Get up on all fours," commands the doctor to the bewildered looking man. "Come on, hurry up!"
Laboriously he swivels his legs onto the table and gets into position. Doctor Prober laughs openly at the ridiculous sight of the muscular man moving with such awkwardness.
She casts a glance at his rump – she can't wait to her get hands on that again!
"Nurse, please get the camera and film this." With everything that's been going on he'd temporarily forgotten that his ordeal was being captured for posterity on camera.
He tries to retain his balance as the doctor grabs his ankle and hoists his leg up high. He starts to feel angry at the way he's being treated but makes himself keep quiet.
He wonders again where the footage will end up. He's not convinced it is for showing to his regular doctor as he was told.
The high definition camera captures the action as the doctor starts feeling Les' thigh, her hands working their way up to his buttocks.
She takes a firm grip on his arse, delighting in the firmness of the muscle in her hand.
She squeezes it. With not an ounce of fat on it, his bottom is hard as a rock.
Les feels violated as the doctor continues to explore his exposed body with her hands. He penis hangs heavily and jiggles about as he shifts position to keep from falling off the table.
His leg starts trembling violently with the effort of keeping it up for so long and the strain begins to show on his face.
Finally he can hold it no longer and his leg comes thudding down. He breathes a sigh of relief at being able to bear his weight on all fours again. He worries that the doctor might punish him, but she doesn't seem too worried as she continues to knead his buttocks.
Doctor Prober takes hold of his cheeks and pulls them apart so she can get another look at his perfect anus.
He tries to fight her and clench his cheeks but she holds them firmly and takes a good long look. He's never let any of the women he's had sex with near his sacred arse hole. To have it exposed and examined like this is pure hell for him.
'The video camera is all very well,' thinks Nurse Emmanuelle, 'but to get the very sharpest picture it would be better to use the stills camera.'
She reaches round, picks the camera up and begins zooming in. Les is so focussed on what's being done to his backside by the doctor he doesn't notice.
She grins to herself. The camera has a function that makes uploading images to the Internet simple. She can have the pictures she takes online in a matter of minutes. Then all her friends will be able to share the view of the naked sportsman.
Doctor Prober looks over and pouts sexily for the camera. This'll make a nice picture for the desktop wallpaper on her PC.
Nurse Emmanuelle focuses on the scene in front of her and presses the shutter button causing the flash to fire.
Les whips his head round suspiciously. 'What the hell is going on?' he thinks to himself. All the rage and humiliation boils up inside him and he feels like he's going to explode. He's had enough of being treated like a sex object - this is going to stop NOW!
Les has been stripped of his kit and is now totally naked in the claustrophobic doctor's surgery. He's been made to do humiliating, repetitive exercises and feels completely degraded. The conniving doctor and nurse have him just where they want him and are really getting into the swing of things.
Les seethes with rage and frustration as the doctor continues to grope his arse while the nurse takes picture after picture. He wants to put a stop to this and get out of this oppressive room as quickly as possible.
Nurse Emmanuelle can sense his growing anger but knows that she and the doctor are in the position of power. Besides, she hasn't taken nearly enough pictures yet! All her Facebook friends are going to love this...
Les glares with hostility at the camera. But despite his urge to run from the room a little voice in his head reminds him of what he'd be giving up. If he disobeys these cunning women then his footballing career – along with its huge salary – is over.
Doctor Prober hoists his leg up again and resumes her groping of his muscular behind. 'Surely this can't go on for much longer?" he thinks to himself.
Her delicate hands stroke and caress his sensitive skin causing him to become aroused despite his anger. He can't bear the way his body is reacting to her touch, feeling betrayed by his own sexual urges.
Without warning she grabs hold of his balls. Les is shocked – surely that's not the behaviour of a medical professional?
She gives his testicles a good squeeze, getting a thrill out of the power she has over him. She has this gullible fool right where she wants him.
She wraps her fingers round the base of his thick tool and gets a firm grip. He looks on helplessly feeling very vulnerable with his sensitive sexual organs trapped in the doctor's hand.
Doctor Prober enjoys the feel of his weighty penis in her grasp and starts sliding her hand back and forth masturbating him. She knows how to make any man putty in her hands by holding him like this.
The aggression in Les immediately leaves him and he feels weak and powerless, his manhood hardening due to the doctor's stimulation.
He gulps feeling completely out of control of the situation. He abandons all thoughts of escape. If he were seen running from the room with a raging hardon he'd be arrested! He can almost imagine the front page headlines in the tabloids.
Doctor Prober posses happily for the camera, pointing Les' penis in its direction. She's having such fun at his expense and she's nowhere near finished yet.
She expertly slides his foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of his cock causing a powerful rush of sexual energy to course through his body.
Les tries his best to fight his natural urges but the doctor's technique is so perfect that he simply cannot resist. "Not a bad size is it nurse?" taunts the doctor.
By now his penis is as hard as a rock and his balls churn for release. Doctor Prober lets go of the bulky thing and it hangs low under its own weight.
Les is in a state of agony as she teases it further, stroking it with her finger. She grins evilly, satisfied with the reaction she's getting from this tough man.
She grabs hold of his cock again and starts jerking it roughly. Les silently begs her to finish him off but instead she switches back to her professional self. "I'll now take your temperature," she says matter-of-factly.
"Nurse?" she prompts. Nurse Emmanuelle cannot resist taking just one more triumphant snap before going to fetch the thermometer.
Les looks with trepidation as the nurse walks around brandishing the thermometer. He expects her to stop and put the thing into his mouth, but to his surprise she carries on past him.
He's even more disturbed when he feels a pair of hands on his exposed buttocks. Just what the hell is going on?
Suddenly it dawns on him. "There?" he questions, not quite able to believe what the two women are planning.
He pulls away sharply, the idea of his precious anus being violated abhorrent to him. "Can't I put it under my tongue?"
"Certainly there." Replies the doctor, a note of finality in her voice.
"Mr Ainsworth," she explains carefully, "it is essential that I get a fully accurate reading." He looks at her incredulously – she can't be serious? But her stern expression tells him she is.
Realising he has no choice in the matter he kneels back, proffering his round arse to the doctor. The thought of what is about to come filling him with dread.
He feels the nurse's hands on his backside once again and tries to prepare himself mentally.
She takes a firm hold of his rock-hard bottom...
...and pulls his cheeks apart, stretching his sphincter and opening his hole for the doctor.
For Les, every second that he has to wait is excruciating. He just wants the terrible ordeal to be over, but the doctor delights in taking her time.
He feels the cold tip make contact with his un-protected anus and shivers involuntarily.
His sphincter puckers round the thermometer as he clenches to try and stop it going any further, but the determined doctor simply rams it in.
He winces in pain, feeling totally debased. For this proud, macho man having his arse penetrated like this is the ultimate humiliation.
But the doctor isn't finished yet. Taking a firm grip she pushes the device even further into Les' anal cavity.
She maliciously drives it in much deeper than it needs to go to get a reading, enjoying causing him even more distress.
"Please!" he begs, but the women pay him no heed, focussing totally on fucking him with the thermometer.
"Looks a little high," giggles the doctor, "he must be nervous!"
She withdraws the implement, just as agonisingly slowly as she inserted it.
He manages to squeeze it out and feels a huge sense of relief when the foreign object is clear of his anus.
"Really," mutters Doctor Prober putting it into her pocket, "I don't know why you are making such a fuss."
Les hopes desperately that the examination will now be over, but the doctor has other ideas. "Now to test your upper body strength. 20 press ups!"
Les almost sobs with misery, his body exhausted from all the rigorous exercises he's been made to do. But he can feel the doctor's expectant gaze and knows by now that it would be unwise to upset her.
Summoning his last reserves of energy he pushes himself up, thrusting his arse high in the air.
Slowly he lowers himself down, his shoulders and triceps burning with the effort. He stops just short of his cock touching the top of the table before pushing himself up again.
Doctor Prober walks round slowly wanting to take him in from every angle. She admires the way his buttocks clench as he pushes upwards and notes the strength in his upper arms and across his shoulders.
'Such a waste,' she thinks to herself, 'all that effort just to play football.'
She thinks how much more fun it would be if he put his muscular physique to better use. Such as being her personal naked slave.
His strength would make him ideal for doing chores around her house. She's sure he'd soon adapt to life without clothes. He's not the brightest specimen, but with a little training he could soon learn how to please her.
Totally oblivious to the doctor's thoughts, Les focuses his attentions on the torturous press ups – forcing himself up and down, each one causing him agony.
But he's determined to succeed. Despite all the humiliation he's suffered at the hands of the doctor, he's terrified of letting her down.
The doctor and nurse enjoy the show Les is unwittingly providing for them. Seeing how his muscles ripple and flex is getting Nurse Emmanuelle quite hot and bothered.
They notice the way his bulky penis hangs down and just brushes the paper towel as he lowers down. They could stand and watch this for hours! But suddenly the doctor has an idea that should make things even more interesting.
The women walk round and stand close to Les who finally reaches 20 and stops, exhausted. "Let's see how you handle more weight," says the doctor menacingly. Les' heart sinks, just when he thought things couldn't get any worse...
Time for Les in the stark doctor's surgery seems to have ground to a halt. The humiliation he's having to endure seems to be going on for an eternity. But all he can do is bite his lip and do his best to perform the doctor's instructions – no matter how painful or bizarre they seem.
Les wonders to himself just what Dr Prober means by "more weight." His arms and shoulders are already weary and the idea of having to do yet more strenuous exercise fills him with dread.
"Get down please Mr. Ainsworth," says the Doctor. She doesn't give him a chance to respond and roughly pushes him down onto the table.
He falls forward awkwardly crushing his penis underneath himself uncomfortably. The doctor and nurse remain silent, giving nothing away about what they have planned.
Les lies wearily on the table glad to have a moments rest. He doesn't notice Dr Prober climbing on the table behind him.
She carefully mounts the prone football star who is so tired that he remains oblivious to her presence.
He suddenly feels the full weight of her body on his back. "What the?" he starts in surprise.
The doctor smiles broadly, pleased with her plan. She delights in the feel of his warm, hard-muscled body underneath hers – aware that all that power is under her control.
"Now Mr. Ainsworth," she whispers seductively in his ear, "I want you to do another 20 press ups."
Les braces himself against the table, preparing to lift himself up along with the added weight of the cunning doctor. He may be very strong, but it's going to be a challenge to do another 20 press ups in his weakened state.
Summoning all his strength he hoists himself up as far as he can go. He focuses intently on what he's doing, worried that if he loses concentration for even a second he'll collapse.
He lowers himself down, crashing into the table with the additional load on his back. Dr Prober laughs joyously at the discomfort she is causing the young athlete. She intends to push him as far as he can physically go.
Les tries to imagine this is just a particularly gruelling training session. But he cannot ignore the giggling woman perched on his back. Her long hair tickles the back of his neck and her strong, alluring perfume fills his nostrils.
He lands on the table and wobbles slightly nearly dislodging the doctor. Dr Prober thinks this is like a funfair ride and clings on tightly to avoid falling off.
His penis flops down as he pushes up. A tingling sensation pulses through it every time the sensitive tip makes contact with the rough paper towel on the table top.
The women laugh uproariously at the game they are playing. Poor dumb Les really has no idea. He still thinks this is a genuine fitness test!
Nurse Emmanuelle is proud to be assisting Dr Prober as she dominates Les and knocks him into shape. There's nothing she likes more than training macho men to be subservient to superior women.
Les has no time to question why the women, who are supposed to be examining him, are laughing quite so much. He mechanically performs the press ups counting them down in his mind, desperate to get it over with.
"Weeeee!" giggles the doctor as Les hoists them both up yet again. She can feel his body quivering underneath her and is aware that he is tiring – but is enjoying herself so much she doesn't want this to end.
'How easy it is to deceive men,' she thinks to herself, 'they are just so gullible!'
Les feels like he's being doing press ups with the doctor on his back forever even though it's only been a few minutes. Nothing he's ever experienced before could have prepared him for the physical strain he is under right now.
Suddenly his muscles give out. He can bear the weight no more and comes crashing down onto the table, utterly exhausted. The women burst out into mocking laughter. He feels utterly humiliated and ashamed that he was unable to complete the task.
"See," says the doctor, "I told you he wouldn't be able to do it!" The doctor's comments sting his already wounded ego.
Does this mean he's failed the physical? How can he face his teammates if he has to go and tell them the doctor didn't pass him as fit to play? He'll be a laughing stock.
Doctor Prober sits and admires her handiwork. She gets a thrill seeing the debilitated man lying prone in front of her.
"I think this calls for a victory shot nurse," says the doctor.
She stands on the table and raises her left leg above Les' exposed buttocks.
She brings her high-heeled shoe down smartly onto his backside. The weary man beneath her too weak to put up any sort of resistance.
She stands aloft him like a big game hunter dominating her prize. Nurse Emmanuelle happily takes photo after photo of the powerful woman and the beaten man.
The doctor poses proudly staring haughtily at her victim, pressing down with her foot to show him who's in charge.
She pouts sexily for the camera, delighted that there will be a record of this event that she can enjoy forever.
Suddenly another idea occurs to her. "Nurse," she says with a smirk, "fetch a receptacle will you?"
Nurse Emmanuelle is only too eager to assist and passes the doctor a glass beaker.
The doctor crouches down and grabs hold of Les' head, pulling it back sharply. "We need a urine sample for a drug test. Fill this as much as possible," she demands. Les eyes the beaker warily – she can't be serious can she?
But the doctor is deadly serious and orders the young sportsman to get off the table and provide them with a specimen. He looks glumly at the glass she handed him, unsure what to do.
Dr Prober checks out his thick penis. 'I bet he'll produce a nice powerful stream with that!' she thinks to herself. Les turns to look at the nurse expecting her and the doctor to leave the room but she remains where she is, focussed intently on his manhood.
He shifts his gaze to the doctor who looks at him expectantly. He begins to realise he's going to have to actually pee into the beaker with both women present!
The doctor snatches the beaker out of his hand impatiently and gets down and holds it in front of his penis. But Les cannot go. He can't even pee at a urinal if there's another guy present. Let alone in the presence of two such commanding women.
"Well?" questions the doctor, "What are you waiting for?"
Les squeezes as hard as he can, trying to make himself go. He feels intensely under pressure but is aware that he must perform if he's to make up for his earlier failure. At least this is one test he recognises from his regular doctor. Nothing unusual about a urine test.
Finally he manages to get started and a steady stream of piss floods out of his penis and into the beaker.
"Ah, that's much better!" exclaims the doctor. Les feels a sense of relief – this is one test he's sure to pass. He's not touched any illegal substances in weeks so is certain he'll be in the clear.
Now he's started he cannot stop and the beaker starts to fill up with his warm piss.
He starts to worry that he might fill the cup and just keep going!
But he feels his bladder empty and eventually the stream stops. He breathes a sigh of relief.
The doctor his sure to catch every last drop of his precious sample.
"Well done Mr. Ainsworth," praises the doctor and for the first time Les thinks that maybe everything is going to be OK. "A very generous specimen."
"What do you think Nurse Emmanuelle?" asks the doctor, "Do you think Les has been abusing his body with drugs?"
"Only one way to tell!" To Les' shock she plunges her finger into the warm beaker of piss.
And puts it into her mouth. Les is disgusted! But before he can say anything the nurse dips her finger into the yellow liquid.
And she too tastes his piss. Les simply cannot believe his own eyes. The women look thoughtful as though analysing the liquid.
"I'm not sure," says the doctor, "there could be something there." She eagerly dips her finger in again and his stomach turns over at the thought of what the vile liquid must taste like.
The two women continue to test Les' pee giving the appearance of actually enjoying the experience.
In fact, the women react as though they were sampling a particularly fine vintage Champagne. They let out little moans of pleasure and rush to taste yet more.
Les looks on in revulsion as Doctor Prober offers her moistened finger to the nurse.
Nurse Emmanuelle enthusiastically wraps her lips round the doctor's finger and sucks greedily on it offering her own finger in return.
The women appear to be in a state of ecstasy as they share Les' bodily fluid with each other. He feels sickened at the sight but is rooted to the spot.
Dr Prober suckles the nurse's finger making slurping noises that make Les feel all the more queasy.
They continue to feed each other Les' piss right in front of him. 'These women must be insane!' he thinks fearfully. 'What have I got myself into?' But it's too late to back out now. He's already committed and just hopes that the women will be satisfied now they've tasted his sample.
The liquid in the glass beaker is getting depleted as the doctor and nurse consume Les' urine noisily.
Les looks at the half empty beaker and fights the urge to be sick. The doctor leans in close and says breathily to Les, "How are your erections Mr. Ainsworth?"
"Erections?" he questions. He suddenly starts to feel a whole lot more apprehensive. 'Oh no,' he worries, 'what on earth are they going to do now?'
With his body still aching from the made physical exercise, and feeling the humiliation at having to produce a urine specimen in front of the two women, Les is a broken man. But he senses things are about to get even worse when the doctor casually asks him how his erections are.
Les isn't the brightest of men and he cannot see what his erection has to do with anything. But the doctor's words unnerve him.
The nurse leaves his side and walks back round to the camera, adjusting it so that it points directly at his penis. Les twitches nervously with anticipation of what's about to happen.
"A man's ability to maintain an erection is a clear indication of good health," pronounces the doctor.
She crouches down next to Les who tries to make sense of what she has just said.
Before he can say anything, Dr Prober reaches in and takes hold of Les' penis.
She holds it in a no-nonsense way and examines it closely as though looking for flaws.
She studies it, weighing it and feeling his balls. Les is paralysed and stands rooted to the spot. He feels terribly vulnerable with his privates literally in the doctor's hands.
He gulps as she feels along the length of the shaft. It feels wrong having his intimate parts manhandled in such a way.
She gives his dick a good squeeze making it bulge. Despite his discomfort, Les' dick responds to the doctor's manipulation and grows hard.
He looks down while the doctor works away on his dick. He feels completely out of control of the situation and helpless. He's used to calling the shots where women are concerned; it's a massive blow to his ego to have to submit to such a degrading examination by a female.
"I hope you're getting all this nurse!" says the doctor, not taking her eyes off Les' engorged member.
"Oh yes," replies nurse Emmanuelle, zooming right in. She's sure the doctor will be more than happy with the quality of the footage.
Dr Prober pushes his dick to one side and releases it, enjoying the way it springs back into position. She loves having so much control over a man. When their dicks are hard they'll do anything she tells them!
Les cannot believe what is happening to him. Here he is, stark naked in the cramped doctor's surgery with his penis being pulled about whilst the whole thing is being filmed! He just wants the whole terrible ordeal to be over so he can grab his clothes and cover himself.
But the doctor his enjoying herself far too much to stop. She takes his foreskin and rolls it back and forth over the sensitive tip knowing full well that the sensation must be driving Les wild.
She bats it with her hand, watching as it bounces up and down. Les emits a soft moan – it's all getting too much for him to take. His balls ache for release.
Dr Prober isn't about to grant him his wish just yet. Teasing this dumb footballer is the most fun she's had all week!
She slaps his throbbing penis hard up against his abdomen. 'It's certainly a handful!' she thinks to herself.
Les is overwhelmed by the confident doctor and the skilful way she manipulates his manhood. He is totally enslaved to her and all thoughts of escape leave his mind.
He desperately wants her to take hold of his penis and wank him off, to give him the release he so badly craves.
The doctor knows exactly what he is thinking – but she's not here to pleasure him. Indeed, Les needs to learn that he is here purely for her and the nurse's gratification – his own needs are of no consequence.
She smiles to herself. Men are very simple creatures and so easy to subjugate. Their penises are their weak spots – take control of those and they are putty in your hands.
Les is almost in tears. On the one hand he is intensely aroused and would do anything to have release for the pent up sexual tensions in his body. On the other he feels completely humiliated and used, like he is a plaything for the two domineering women.
Nurse Emmanuelle smiles, seeing the expression on his face. He strutted into the room every inch the cocky footballer. Now look at him – naked and being toyed with by the doctor, his confidence has left him and he's almost blubbing!
Les hears her snigger and looks in her direction. She gives him a sultry smile in return making his head spin.
The doctor notices copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from the end of his penis and coating his glans till it shines.
"Well, well, well – we are excited aren't we Mr. Ainsworth!" she says mockingly.
Les looks confused - so little of what the doctor says makes sense to him. He cannot fathom what this constant stimulation of his manhood is for or indeed why it's necessary at all. But he's only too aware that the doctor has great power over him and if she's not happy she won't sign him off as fit to play.
The doctor squeezes the very tip of his penis between her thumb and finger knowing it is guaranteed to excite him even more. She wants to take him right to the edge.
"Hmmm," says the doctor to herself pensively, making Les' heart beat even faster with fear. He doesn't think he could cope if she failed him after all he's had to endure.
"Well, it'll do I suppose," she says finally. Les breathes a sigh of relief. Does this mean the test is over?
She grabs his dick one last time and gives it a firm squeeze which catches him unawares and makes him gasp.
She stands up again, towering over the hapless Les who stares dumbly at his dick unsure what to do. Can he get dressed now? He's too afraid to ask in case he incurs the doctor's wrath.
He looks fearfully at the powerful woman looming over him knowing his future is in her hands.
"Manipulate your genitals to arouse yourself," she orders.
"What?" says Les – as ever confused by the doctor's words. Why can't she just say what she means?
The doctor tries a different approach. "Wank!" she commands, glowering at him. Les' stomach lurches. Does she really mean him to play with himself in front of her and the nurse? Surely not! But with a sinking feeling he realises that's exactly what she wants and she doesn't look like she'll take no for an answer.
Doctor Prober pulled Les’ cock and balls about examining every inch in great detail leaving him aroused and thoroughly humiliated. He desperately wants this to be over, to be free of the control of the two imperious women. But the doctor has other ideas and commands him to wank.
Les looks down at his engorged penis, the tip still shiny with pre-cum. The very idea of having to perform such a private act in front of the two women fills him with dread. But he daren’t disobey the haughty doctor.
He reaches down to grip his dick. Nurse Emmanuelle walks round, satisfied that the camera is in the right position to capture everything.
The women crowd in close making him feel even more self-conscious as he starts slowly stroking his dick.
All the doctor’s stimulation of his penis earlier has got him worked up and his balls ache for release. But he feels horribly intimidated being pinned between the two dominant women as they run their hands over his back and neck.
The women giggle and exchange glances behind his back. It feels so wrong to Les to have to wank whilst being observed. It’s normally something he would do alone if he was horny and there were no women available to service him.
Yet here he feels as though he’s performing for the doctor and nurse’s pleasure not his own.
He slides his hand back and forth, gently at first. His thick tight foreskin stimulating his glans as it slides over it.
All the time he’s aware of the feminine presence hemming him in. He feels trapped and helpless, made to masturbate against his will.
He pumps on his dick faster now, making his balls swing and bash against his thighs. Although his body is reacting to the sexual stimulus, he’s not enjoying himself one bit and feels ashamed.
He silently preys that the doctor will tell him that’s enough and he can stop before he shoots – which would be the ultimate humiliation for this proud man.
Dr Prober and nurse Emmanuelle watch keenly as he pulls his foreskin all the way back revealing the bulbous head. They have no intention of letting him stop and are looking forward to the inevitable eruption.
Of course if they miss anything it doesn’t really matter. The whole show is being captured in high definition by the camera for them to watch over and over again. They can’t wait to share it with all their female friends.
The doctor watches his technique. Not bad, but to get the most sperm production she decides to stimulate his balls. She wants a lot of the stuff for what she has in mind...
She crouches down and begins to probe his heavy balls with her fingers. Feeling each testicle in turn and then squeezing them both.
She holds his sack in her hand while he continues to wank himself, pulling on it in a way she knows will increase the strength of his orgasm.
Having the opportunity to play with a man’s genitals and tease him like this is the main reason she became a doctor. Her position allows her to thoroughly inspect her male patients’ cocks and balls under the guise of a medical examination.
For Les, the doctor’s hands playing with his balls are causing new and unexpected tingles of pleasure to shoot through his body. Despite his discomfort with the situation he can feel himself getting close.
The nurse watches the doctor with excitement. She loves seeing a man made to shoot his load – especially a macho man like Les. Maybe the doctor will let her have a go next time.
The doctor gives his balls one more squeeze and Les lets out a small moan as he feels the intense pressure inside himself build despite his resistance.
He points his dick at his hand, not wanting to make a mess on the doctor’s nice clean floor. Dr Prober senses the time has come and releases him. This should be good!
Les doubles over with the power of the orgasm that is finally unleashed – the sensations taking him over completely.
He grunts and the first thick blob of spunk comes out of the end of his penis.
More pumps out and it hangs in a heavy strand of glutinous liquid.
It starts to stream into his open hand and his head explodes with pleasure at the sense of release.
The doctor and nurse hold their breath, totally absorbed by the spectacle of the big man shooting his load just for them.
Now he’s started he cannot stop, the climax forcing his balls to clench tightly and drive every bit of sperm out.
He breathes heavily from the exertion, his last ounce of strength going into producing copious amounts of sperm for the doctor.
Even the doctor is impressed by the amount that Les is able to produce. Most men cannot manage half as much! All the better for her plans...
Finally his orgasm subsides and his breathing starts to slow down. Les is so glad he came into his own hand, think of the doctor’s anger at the mess it would have made!
He squeezes his dick to get out the very last drops of semen, not wanting to risk any leaking out afterwards.
He sighs deeply. It’s over. At long last.
They all stare down at the result of Les’ explosive orgasm. Les’ relief is palpable – he’s performed every task requested of him - the doctor will surely sign his exam form now!
The sticky fluid covers his palm and Les peers at it uncertain what to do.
The women laugh at each other behind his back. Now is the time to see just how far they can take it...
Doctor Prober puts on a very serious expression "What do you normally do with your sperm after you wank?"
Les is thrown by the bizarre question and suddenly worries that he’ll give the wrong answer. "Erm... nothing? Wipe it?" Surely she should be pleased that he spared her floor by catching it all in his hand.
The doctor frowns at him and he realises he’s said the wrong thing. He hangs his head in shame unable to think what the correct answer could have been.
"Mr Ainsworth, sperm is the best source of protein known. All the top athletes use it!"
"If consumed it will do wonders for your physique," she continues. Les’ stomach does summersaults at the thought – he feels sick at the prospect. But as a doctor, she must know what she’s talking about.
Nurse Emmanuelle looks at him with hostility. "If he wants to waste it I can wipe it off doctor," she says with contempt.
Les comes to a decision. "No!" he says loudly. If the doctor insists it will do him good then he has to swallow his pride and eat his own sperm.
A smile plays on the nurse’s lips as Les raises his hand towards his mouth. He looks at the slimy substance and feels queasy, the strange smell filling his nostrils. He pauses, fighting the urge to fling the stuff on the floor and run for it.
But he raises his hand to his mouth and begins to eat the still-warm sperm from his hand.
He closes his mouth and swallows the first mouthful. The viscous liquid feels disgusting as it slides down his throat and he feels a little sick rise up from his stomach.
He knows he has to continue and looks at the drops that have leaked between his fingers. He is so grateful that his teammates cannot see him debasing himself like this.
He licks the sperm off his fingers as quickly as possible, wanting to get the nauseating experience over and done with.
It takes a massive amount of effort for such a macho man to continue with something that he finds so revolting. It’s only the power the doctor has over him and his future career that keeps him going.
The doctor and nurse smile openly at the spectacle of the muscular footballer with sperm all round his mouth. They cannot believe that he actually did it! This is too funny!
For a moment they thought he’d realise they were playing with him, but he’s clearly too dumb and easily fooled.
He diligently cleans off every last drop whilst the women stroke him as though he were an obedient dog that had learnt to do a trick.
The doctor pats him on his head. "Good boy!" she says encouragingly. His mouth full of the foul-tasting liquid, Les is unable to respond. But the look of disgust on his face shows his feelings on the matter clearly.
He looks down at his now empty hand and tries to swallow down the last mouthful of sperm. The doctor looks at him expectantly.
"Now Mr Ainsworth, Nurse Emmanuelle and I would like to thank you for being an exemplary patient. I have no hesitation in signing you as fit to play!" says the doctor. He looks at the nurse for confirmation hoping this isn’t some kind of joke.
He turns to the doctor, the last of the sperm dribbling down his chin. "Oh," says the doctor as though remembering something, "and the video footage you have provided will be incredibly useful at the talk I’m giving to the football club on the benefits of sperm consumption. All your teammates will get to see what an obedient subject you are!" A horrified Les will leave the surgery a broken man.
