Dr. Smith:
This is a story about an experience I had when I went in for my yearly physical for my college swimming team during my sophomore year. I was nineteen years old, 6 foot even, weighed 140 pounds and had a slim muscular build with light brown hair and green eyes and very light olive colored skin that was my only giveaway to my Cuban heritage. Not too bad if I do say so myself.
I was seen by a new doctor to the practice called Dr. Smith. I was wearing strappy leather type sandals, and I noticed Dr. Smith could not take his eyes off my feet, however, I did not think too much of it. Dr. Smith had me undress and checked my pulse, blood pressure and did a short, but otherwise complete exam. He noticed I was wearing tight blue Speedos, which I wore for swimming team. He advised me to wear loose undergarments like boxers, and certainly not Speedos unless I was in swimming practice, as this could cause testicular problems.
All fine until then. That's when the exam started getting weird. He then went to town on my feet. He must have spent an hour examining them. He kept moving his fingers up and down my soles and toes on the pretext of testing my sensation. I was tested for sensation both manually and with a small brush that he used on the bottoms of my feet and toes. He performed a reflex test called the Babinsky reflex (I later found out), in which he scratched the soles of my feet with a sharp instrument and watched my toes crunch up which he explained was normal.
After driving me nearly insane with these ticklish ministrations he proceeded to pull my foot up to his face and sniffed each foot in turn. He explained that certain smells are associated with certain diagnoses, and that my feet smelled wonderful and I had nothing to worry about in this respect. He asked if I had any pain, numbness, fungus or other problems. I told him no, that I took good care of my size 12 feet because I wore sandals a lot and needed to keep my feet nice to do this. He commented that indeed my feet were soft and nice with high arches, long nicely shaped toes and nicely trimmed toenails.
Dr. Smith then applied a watery solution on my feet and proceeded to run a small metallic spatula-like item on my soles up and down, explaining that he was getting a sample of the skin on my feet to send to the lab to test for any infection or other problems. I thought this was unusual as I had very clean healthy feet. It made me laugh because it was so ticklish, and because he kept on scraping my soles and scooping up the watery stuff he'd put on my feet and placing it in a plastic cup. I was then asked to lie down face down in the table. He explained he was going to put on some antiseptic solution on my feet that would feel warm, and the reason. I was to lie face down was that he didn't want too much of the solution running down on the exam table.
Then I felt something warm and moist going up and down my soles and toes.
As I was laying face down I could not see what was going on. In retrospect I think he was licking the bottom of my feet. He spent quite a long time doing this and did not speak a single word. My guess is that his mouth was busy doing other things. Afterwards he gave my feet a rub while accidentally tickling my soles every once in a while. He then instructed me to get dressed, sent me for blood and urine tests, and instructed me to return in two weeks when he would complete my physical exam forms.
When I went back Dr. Smith was nowhere to be seen. I was told there'd been "some complaints" about him (they were not specific what these were), and he'd been dismissed. I was too embarrassed to say anything. Even though it was slightly erotic, I feel I should have told on him that very same day.
Dr. Craig:
Dr. Smith was on vacation upon my return, and I was sent over to see Dr. Craig. He seemed normal enough and pleasant. He told me that my labs wee OK for the most part. I was told my cholesterol and blood sugar was normal. But Dr. Craig said my urine test showed that I might have a urinary tract infection. He told me he would have to check me out thoroughly, as an infection could be located anywhere from my urethra all the way up to my kidneys. He had me strip down completely (pants, shirt, shoes, socks, underwear etc.), the whole kit and caboodle. I thought this was unusual, but he was the doctor and I was the patient, so I complied. He stated this was necessary so as to be able to check me out completely. So I sat in the examining table naked as the jay bird waiting to be examined by Dr. Craig. He felt around my abdomen and bladder area and asked me if I had any pain. He played around with my testicles squeezing them (somewhat hard at times) and asked me whether they hurt.
He then put on a pair of gloves and lubed his finger up.
He told me to stand and to bend over the table and spread my buttocks with my hands. He messed around my anus a bit. Then out of the blues he shoved his finger up my rectum, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I thought only older men got prostate checks, and I was only nineteen. But again I did not complain. Matter of fact, after my initial shock it felt kind of good as he twirled his finger around inside my a-hole. He did spend a long time in there. He must have examined my prostate for around five minutes, a bit long I think. Slowly he pulled out. Next he had me lie down on the examining table. He grabbed something that looked like a long thin Q-tip and told me he would have to plunge that into my urethra. He explained this was to take a culture to see if I had any sexually transmitted diseases.
He asked about my sexual activity. I told me that I’d not had sex in four months, though I masturbated regularly, that I only had two girlfriends up to then, both of whom were seeing me exclusively, and that we didn’t do anything too wild as we practiced safe sex, and that I had no history of sexually transmitted diseases ever. He grabbed my penis, pulled back my uncircumcised foreskin commenting that this in and of itself was a risk factor for sexually transmitted disease, and that I should consider having it removed. He worked my penis a bit and got me semi-erect.
At this point he shoved the Q-tip down my piss-hole which felt quite uncomfortable. He took it all the way down twirled it once and then pulled it out, much to my relief. I could swear he had particularly enjoyed this last part. Next he told me, while combing through my pubic area hairs with his fingers, that my bush was too big and bushy. He said it acted like a reservoir for infection and that he was going to trim it down for me so that I could learn how it was done properly, and could later do it at home so he was going to show me. He got a pair of scissors and began clipping and snipping my bush until he had it trimmed down to a few patches of hair. He took some shaving cream, and proceeded to lather up my parts. He yanked my cock up while he shaved off the remaining hair including the shaft of my penis. The sensation of the lather and all the manipulation done to my cock had gotten it rock hard erect. To make matters worse he proceeded to wipe off the remaining shaving cream off with a wet towel dipped in warm water. My cock felt like it was going to burst.
He told me that it was a bad idea to leave an erection unattended, that he was going to perform “therapeutic masturbation.” I was in such a state of excitation I didn’t care, so I nodded yes. He wrapped his hand around my rock hard erection and proceeded to stroke my seven inches slowly up and down. I noticed that while he did this he teased me by slowing his ministrations with the pretext of discussing something. After about ten minutes of this I finally ejaculated shooting a huge load that almost hit the ceiling. My orgasm was so intense I almost passed out. Dr. Craig collected the sperm with the explanation that he was going to send it off for a test to see if it showed infection. He wiped me off with another wet towel and then sent me off with instructions to return in one week, he then walked out of the examining room and left me to recover.
Dr. Regent:
After a week’s time I returned to see Dr. Craig. As expected, no urinary infection was found. He did inform me that one of Dr. Smith’s tests which was pending had returned showing that I had excess skin on the soles of my feet (recall the test where he put a liquid solution and the scraped it off). He was going to refer me to their in-house podiatrist, Dr. Regent, who just happened to be free right then. Dr. Regent looked like a caricature, tall and skinny with owlish glasses, he came in to the examining room where he shook my hand vigorously and greeted like a long lost relative. I happened to be wearing shorts and flip-flops, to which he commented that this was fortunate as that way I could get my treatment done without having to take my shoes off, nor would I have to roll up or take my pants off.
Dr. Regent told me he’d be performing a plantar curettage, a rather fancy term for a foot scrape or glorified pedicure. I told him I got pedicures regularly because I liked to keep my feet nice, but he insisted that this was a more professional treatment. He filled up a container with steaming water and dissolved a powder in it. He instructed me to place my bare feet in it. The water was hot, but not scalding and felt pleasant. We made small talk during which he told me why he’d gone into podiatry after he found out I was pre-med. He told me how most of his patients were older, and what a treat it was to have someone young and nice looking for a change. He had me soak my feet for about 30 minutes, then pulled my right foot out and placed it on his lap.
He proceeded to caress my soles and toes stating he was doing this to get an idea how aggressive he was going to have to curette my soles. He realized my soles were quite ticklish and began to tickle my soles and toes, especially the area that is directly below the toes which was exquisitely sensitive, and the area of my arches, He stated that this would take the edge off the actual procedure. So for about 10 minutes he played around with my feet.
After a bit, he clipped my toenails and used a sharp instrument to dig out a very small amount of junk from the sides and underneath my toenails. He poured some more hot water into the soaking tub, and returned my right foot to it then repeated the procedure on the left one. When he’d finished the left foot, out came the right one and in went the left one. I apprehensively saw that he’d taken out of a wrapper a contraption that looked like a cheese grater with a handle. He put cotton balls between my toes to soak up the excess water and stated to file down the bottom of my foot. This was extremely ticklish, much more so than when I got pedicures at the salon where they usually used something that looked like sand paper. I laughed myself silly while he scraped my right sole, all the while noticing Dr. Regent was thoroughly enjoying this.
Afterwards he placed a green colored cream on my foot and wrapped it in a towel and told me that this was hydrating avocado cream. I said “almost good enough to eat” with a rather sour tone. With my right foot so wrapped Dr. Regent went to work on the left foot. I don’t know if it was mental, but this tickled even more. I let out a whoop when the good doctor touched my sole this time. I think I bore it fairly well. At least, I didn’t yank my foot away, nor did I kick the doctor. When he was done he applied the guacamole stuff and wrapped this other foot. I guess he figured I needed a break because he didn’t do anything to me for about half an hour. After he’d let my feet marinate in the avocado stuff, he unwrapped my feet, washed them and applied a drying solution which he made sure to work between my toes and all over my soles.
Dr. Regent told me he had enjoyed working on me, thanked me for being a good sport and notified me that I had three more treatments that would be scheduled weekly, I almost crapped myself right then and there. I thanked him and agreed to return in one week. Once I completed my treatments with Dr. Regent the clinic finally signed off on my physical for swim team. I thought I’d had enough doctoring to last me for a while. I did not go in anymore until the next year when I was due for a physical again.
Although, if pressed I would not say the whole experience with the clinic was all bad.
