Becoming a model patient

The Wednesday morning session passed without incident, over lunch Marc, Ethan, Tang and I chatted away like we had known each other and been working together for years, rather than the week and a half it actually was. No one raised the subject of the stretching exercises so I said nothing either, assuming that my progress matched theirs. After a group hug we went off to our afternoon sessions as if it was just another day at the office.
Here I am again in Dave’s office, wondering how much stretching I will have to do today. This time Dave’s laid the towels out over an upright arm chair rather than the usual exercise bench and there’s no signs of any dildos which surprised me. He asked me to sit on the chair backwards; with my legs stretched out over the arms of the chair, my chest touching the chair’s back and my fingers interlocking behind it to keep my balance. As a result my arse hovered in the air with my hole totally exposed. Dave knelt down behind me, applied the Crisco to my hole and his gloved hands then gently started to fist me. Within a few minutes his hand was enveloped inside me and started to explore further, teasing the inner ring. Then I could feel him adjust his position and the hand withdrew a little, looking behind me I could see the he’d moved his arm so that his elbow was resting on the seat and his forearm was vertical. He told me to release my grip on the chair and slowly let the weight of my body impale itself on his arm. I felt his coned fingers once more touch the inner ringer and slowly push through, stopping at widest point. After a few minutes of deep breaths and words of encouragement from Dave the ring gave way and I carried on sliding down his arm until I came to rest on chair seat. The sensations pulsing through my body was incredible and I was in a reverie only broken by Dave instructing me to rise and fall until the inner ring had stopped resisting his hand. Finally all resistance had gone and I was told to take a break for five minutes while he prepared the desk for the next exercise. Stretching and walking to get my circulation back I asked what was next, the cryptic reply was that I could now do depth but I also needed width as Adam has big hands.

When he was ready Dave got me to lay on the desk on my back with my legs held against my chest, again my hole was exposed for the assault to come. Gently he fisted me with one hand then with the other, slowly increasing the pace until I was unable to tell which was which. Then instead of one fist he coned the two hands together and slowly pushed them into me. The pressure was gentle but relentless and after what seemed eternity I felt the familiar release of tension as the widest part was reached and my arse swallowed his two hands. He released his hands and slowly slid them out. Patting me on the rump, he congratulated me again on being so talented and that as far as he was concerned I had passed the stretching course and that he wouldn’t need to see me again until Friday at the medical. This was music to my ears, yet I was a little saddened as I had grown accustomed to all this personal attention. Before I left Dave gave me some tips on how to strengthen my ring muscles without losing any of their elasticity. After getting dressed I thanked him for all of his help and hoped that teaching me hadn’t been too much of a chore. He assured me it had been a pleasure and that he had a feeling we would be working together in the future.

Thursday was pretty mundane except that I was sure the Neil seemed to be sizing me up as if trying to make his mind up about something. Oh and a wise guy tried inserting more than one finger into me, in fact he went for the whole hand! I would have stopped him but I remembered the contract so I had no choice but to let him, right there in front of a classroom full of people watching.

At last Friday afternoon had arrived; posing can get awfully tiring you know! Tang, Ethan, Marc and I sat in the staff room passing the time talking about our plans for the coming weekend, waiting for the others to arrive so our medicals could start. Adam arrived first apologising for his lateness, he said Tom, Peter and Dave would be along shortly, the meeting they were in was overrunning. He hoped we hadn’t been waiting too long and suggested that we make a start by cleaning ourselves out in preparation. It seemed like a good idea otherwise we’d never get home tonight. Ethan and Tang paired off immediately and cleaned each other out, laughing a lot and being very tactile, I guess they were becoming more than just good friends. Good for them, I thought, being in love is wonderful, I hope they make the most of it. Marc must have read my mind because he chuckled, and said that just leaves the two of us, would you mind doing the honours for me? It would be a pleasure I smiled (and boy did I mean it!).

In the middle of being cleaned out myself; Tom, Dave and Peter let themselves in quietly, catching my eye they asked me to carry on and not mind them. Finally we were ready for the medical. Adam told us to remain naked for simplicity’s sake and then called us up one by one to the consultation area for the same medical tests carried out last Friday. While the that was being carried out we sat as a group and discussed all that had happened in the intervening week going over all the positive and negative aspects. Tom and Peter seemed genuinely concerned for our wellbeing.

Tom announced it was time to assess how well we had progressed in the anal ring stretching exercises we had been given last week and indicated that we were all to go over to the couch in the consultation area where one by one we’d be assessed by Adam, Tom and Peter in the same way has we had been assessed by Dave last week. Who would like to go first? No, not you Joseph, we know you’ve exceeded expectations and we will ask for your services at the end of the assessment. Okay Tang you go first. So Tang climbed up on to the couch, assumed the position and in doing so gave us a perfect view of his puckered little hole. The three guys slipped on latex gloves and started to grease their hands up, Adam went first carefully inserting one, two and finally three fingers but that was all. Then Tom went next, as he had thinner fingers he just about got four fingers in before Tang started to groan in discomfort. Peter only managed two fingers. Adam allowed Tang to get down off the couch and rejoin us and confirmed that there had been significant improvement in his elasticity. He was now at 30% compared to 13% last week, clearly there was a lot more work to do next week. Ethan smiled at Tang encouragingly and said he’d go next. Up he got onto the couch and obligingly presented his hole for inspection. Adam managed to quite quickly work up to four fingers but then had to stop, this time Peter went next and got three fingers in before reaching the limit. Tom went last and to our surprise without much delay inserted his whole fist in the hole, making Ethan flush and brought a look of shock to Marc’s face. Clearly Tom wasn’t getting any further and gently removed his hand. Adam congratulated Ethan saying he was at 40% compared to 17% last week. Adam beckoned Marc over who said as he climbed up on to the couch that he didn’t think he was going to match the first two in elasticity. Don’t worry, Adam assured him, it’s not a race you will all reach the same destination before too much longer. I’m not sure Marc was all that reassured. It was a pleasure watching his hole being invaded by the three men’s fingers. Peter just got two fingers in, Adam and Tom both managed three fingers after a lot of huffing and puffing from Marc. I gave him a mock punch on the arm telling him well done as Adam announced that he’d improved from 10% last week to 27% this week and that he should be proud of himself. Marc gave a bashful smile.

Oh well, here goes I thought, I just hope I do myself proud and justify Dave’s hard work with me this week. Climbing up onto the couch I winked at Marc before resting my head on my hands with my bum up in the air. Before long I felt Tom’s fingers explore my ring and with only slight resistance his whole hand slid up into my rectum in one smooth push. It carried sliding up until the second ring, with words of encouragement from Tom I took some deep breaths and his fist slid past that ring too. I was breathing rapidly and felt every movement his hand made, finally I felt his elbow touch my cheeks before he stopped and started to carefully withdraw. The room was silent as Adam stepped up and took Tom’s place behind me. Again his hand smoothly pushed passed my anus, up my rectum and with only slight resistance pushed through the second ring. Again he only stopped when he went in up to the elbow before slowly pulling out. Finally it was Peter’s turn and I was dreading it as I knew his hands were larger than any hand I’d taken so far. Peter took his time with me and soon enough had his fist in my rectum, however the second ring was far more resistant. I simply could not relax sufficiently to let him pass and I thought I would fail in my task. However Peter had a trick up his sleeve, while keeping his hand in me he got me to rise up until I was almost standing then slowly squat down until his elbow was resting on the couch for support (and resistance to my ring). He then told me to slowly sit down allowing my body weight to help push his fist passed my inner ring, with a groan resistance gave way and I slid all the way down until I was sitting on the couch and had the whole of his forearm inside me.

There was a loud sigh of relief and a short round of applause from the guys that had gone before me. When I was finally allowed to get off the couch Adam said that there would be no surprise when he said I had achieved 100% elasticity and that I should be very proud of my achievement. As I had proven to be such a keen student Dave had asked if I would act as his assistant in bringing the others up to speed. I asked Ethan, Tang and Marc what they thought of this idea. To my astonishment they all agreed quite readily, even Marc nodded his agreement, though he did make one request which was that before I got my hands on his arse he wanted me to ride his arm like I had done with the Peter and he would like to see if he could go deeper. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven but where had this sudden desire come from? Who cares! I said that sounded good to me but it would only be fair if it happened during the usual training sessions after work next week. I glanced over to Dave who looked like the cat that had got the cream but I made no comment.
Tom called an end to the evening and gave us each our cash pay packet of £600 again praising us for our hard work this week. Walking rather stiffly across the campus I bid good night to Marc, Ethan and Tang and headed home for a well deserved rest.

CHAPTER 8 – WEEK THREE

By Monday morning I was fully recovered, raring to go again and had a spring in my step as I walked into my first class of the week. According to this week’s timetable I would be role playing, acting as a patient for the students who were training to be physicians. This would make a welcome change from standing naked in front of a class and then having my arse systematically prodded and poked until I felt like a pencil sharpener.

Neil welcomed me into the room and explained to the class that this week they would be assessed on their medical knowledge in a practical session to be held in a mock doctor’s surgery. With that Neil led me and the students to the floor below, through a “staff only” door and into a large viewing room. It looked very much like a miniature cinema with tiered seating; the focus of the room was a large glass window with speakers on either side. Through the window could be seen a realistic looking doctor’s consultation room, Neil gave me a number of scenarios to act out for the students who would then have to diagnose my ‘ailment’ from the symptoms I described and acted. Then he and the other students would give their feedback to the trainee doctor.

Each consultation took about half an hour and for the most part I kept my clothes on though I did on occasion have to strip down to my boxer shorts and in one instance had my testicles checked for lumps and abnormalities. Feeding back to Neil I gave my opinion on each student’s performance and overall it was positive.

Over lunch I chatted to Ethan and Tang and they confided in me that they had become lovers and were considering setting up home together. I expressed how happy I was for them and wished them the best of luck for their future together. Then they became a little coy and made a passing comment about last Friday obviously waiting for me to raise the subject. I was feeling mischievous so I didn’t bite for a few minutes, and then smiled before agreeing that it was an awesome experience. That opened the confessional floodgates and they animatedly told me about their anal stretching exploits, apparently I had really set their minds racing and they were determined to attain my level of elasticity by Friday. In fact they were confident I would see a vast improvement this afternoon and they had a neat trick to show me and Dave. Abruptly they clammed up and then I heard Marc’s footsteps before he greeted us with a warm “hello guys”. Hi we replied in unison. The subject changed direction completely and I didn’t get a chance to ask what this new trick was, I guess I would have to wait until this evening into find out.

With lunch over I headed back to the lecture room to repeat the morning’s session with a new batch of students. This time I gave the students a more realistic experience and I had already played the scenarios out before and could put more acting into the role. By the end of the afternoon I was mentally exhausted and was pleased to go to the gym and do my round of exercises. When I looked into the many mirrors I could see that my body had begun to show the benefits of conscientiously doing those endless exercises each afternoon. My stomach was looking flatter and my muscles were beginning to bulk up, I was really quite proud of what I saw! Another thing I noticed was that I was getting better known amongst the students in the gym, some knew me from the classes I had been in and others knew me because of my daily attendance to the gym. No longer was I ignored by everyone, rather I would have one or more guys chatting to me while they exercised or simply watched me working out. Again in the showers I’d rarely be alone, not that I minded, it was good to socialise and also rather erotic having guys giving you appraising looks while pretending to do otherwise.