Becoming a model patient

Neil then turned to me and asked me if I needed to urinate, I nodded weakly, so Neil fetched the bucket and turned the tap at the end of the catheter releasing a stream of urine into the bucket. Once finished he closed the tap again, removed the bucket and turned to the students informing them that an alternative method of examining the large intestine (other than digital exploration) was to use an endoscope and proceeded to wave this flexible black tubing with a small camera and bright light at one end. It was about three feet in length, at the other end were two cables, one was a power lead, the other was attached to a television screen. He turned the television screen on and then applied some KY jelly to the tubing before inserting it up my rectum. On screen you could see my flesh close up, all glowing pink with small blood vessels tracing across it. Then before long a puckered ring came into view before the camera pushed past it and on upwards into my bowels. All the time this was going on Neil was giving a running commentary. Finally the tube had been fully inserted and the tour was on the return trip out. On exiting my anus Neil reached for a towel and carefully cleaned me up. Then he turned his attention to the catheter, which I had become accustomed to, warning me it may sting a little and then proceeded to pull it out. Sting it sure did but at least it had been removed.

Ok class, time for lunch Neil announced dismissing them. He apologised to me for the lack of warning he had given me but if he had told me what was to come I would probably have refused to co-operate and thereby broken my contract which he wanted to avoid at all costs. I had to agree on that point and asked him if this afternoon was going to be a repeat of this morning. Oh no, he assured me, your body can only cope with this once a day, this afternoon will focus on the upper digestive system. That’s fine by me I replied until I was informed that ideally I shouldn’t eat at lunch time otherwise it will spoil the afternoon’s class. I told Neil I was starving, the only thing he could suggest was that I had a couple of energy drinks and ate some glucose tablets he had spare. It was better than nothing I guess. While I stretched my legs walking round the room I expressed my admiration of Neil’s expertise in getting his whole arm up me, it reminded me of Dave’s abilities. Laughing, he said it should, Dave taught him well. I was silent for a minute, then asked how that situation had arisen. After making me promise to keep it to myself he divulged that he was part of a secret social club where Dave was the chief events organiser. Noticing that I hadn’t displayed an adverse reaction he then asked if I might be interested in joining the group however it is by invitation only and will depend on the level of discretion I display with this information. I assured him the secret was safe with me and yes, if invited I would definitely be interested in joining the social club. After all what harm can it do to extend my network of contacts?

Neil seemed pleased with my response, told me to leave it with him and above all not to say anything to anyone otherwise the invitation would be withdrawn. By now I had drunk the energy drinks and sucked the glucose tablets and was getting restless. I decided to get dressed and go for a quick walk round the campus to get some fresh air before my lunch break was over. During my brisk walk I met Tang who said they’d missed me at lunchtime, I apologised for my absence but I had stayed behind chatting to the tutor and simply forgot the time, now I was having a change of scenery before the afternoon’s class. He seemed to accept with this explanation, told me not to work so hard and that he’d see me tomorrow lunchtime without fail. Smiling I said he would indeed.

On returning to the consultation room Neil asked me to strip but I could leave my boxer shorts if I wished as they were focusing on my upper body this afternoon. The first half of the afternoon was spent on the respiratory system with Neil demonstrating various exercises and devices which can be used to test the capacity and efficiency of the lungs when at rest, during and after physical exercise. This was easy work for me and a relief from the intimate activities this morning. Then Neil turned his attention to the digestive system, starting with the mouth, throat, stomach and small intestines. The only way to investigate the latter three was using an endoscope, similar to this morning’s but on a smaller scale. Uh oh I thought but I kept my thoughts to myself and my expression composed. Neil asked me to climb on to the consultation couch and lay on my side facing him. He then explained to the students that a local anaesthetic is applied to the mouth and throat to prevent gagging making the endoscope’s insertion easier. With that he picked up a small spray bottle, asked me to open my mouth wide and sprayed the bitter fluid in my mouth and down my throat. It was foul! But it was effective, within a couple of minutes my mouth, tongue and throat was totally numb. Reaching for the endoscope Neil instructed me to remain absolutely still and take deep breaths while he inserted the tubing otherwise I would still gag. I did as I was told although my eyes watered and focused on the breathing. Looking at the TV screen I could seen the camera travelling down my throat and into my stomach, I was vaguely aware of Neil giving a running commentary. Then the camera started to withdraw and with a small retch it was removed from my mouth.

Neil thanked me for my assistance today and the students clapped their appreciation too. Smiling I thanked them all and proceeded to dress before wishing them good bye to start my session at the gym. As I pumped iron and ran on the treadmills it was so good to give my muscles a hard work out after spending most of the day held in one position. I kept thinking about the social club Neil had mentioned and wondered when or if I would receive an invitation to join them. Once finished with punishing my body on the exercise machines I dragged myself into the showers and enjoyed a refreshing sluice down before wandering off home for a well deserved rest.

Tuesday morning was basically a re-run of yesterday, even down to the arm insertion. I was beginning to suspect that these classes were in some way preparing me for the following week, surely I was just being paranoid! Wait and see was the order of the day. At lunch time I was better prepared than the day before, I had made sure that I had had a large breakfast and I had a couple of energy drinks with me. So I quickly got dressed after the students broke for lunch and joined Marc, Tang and Ethan in the canteen. Surprise surprise they too were drinking energy drinks. I looked at Ethan and asked him if his tutor had reached up inside him and didn’t know when to stop. Choking and spluttering, he laughed and said, yeah something like that. Go on, how far did he get? I asked pushing for information. Glancing at Tang and making sure no one could overhear he said halfway between the elbow and shoulder, he couldn’t believe it. We went round the table and found out that we’d all had similar experiences; Tang had managed a similar range and Marc like me had been able to take the whole arm up to the shoulder. Marc and I high fived and crowed that we were the champions, the four of us laughed and asked what were we like? Soon enough the lunch break was over and it was back to “work”, strangely I was less keen on the afternoon session than I was on the morning.

While exercising afterwards I remembered that I hadn’t tackled Tom about the fundraising event that Alison had mentioned at the weekend. So once I was freshened up I paid a visit to the staff room but it was empty so I made a quick exit and went home for something to eat.

The rest of the week followed much the same pattern until Friday afternoon when once again it was time for the weekly medical. On arrival we found that Tom, Peter and Adam were already waiting for us and indicated that we should strip and clean ourselves without delay. While we were doing so Tom and Adam were busy arranging what appeared to be four gigantic dildos on an exercise bench with Peter busy greasing them up with Crisco. When we were finished cleaning out we joined the three men and I took the opportunity to study the dildos in closer detail. They were approximately twenty four inches in length and looked for all the world like two hands coned together, on verbalising this Peter explained that I was quite correct and that in fact they were a rubber cast moulding of his own hands! He thought we would appreciate the personal touch. But before we were to become better acquainted with the monsters Adam needed to do the routine physical checkups. Afterwards he announced that he was pleased with our progress in the gym as our muscle definition had shown a marked improvement and that we should be proud of our hard work and how well we were justifying the investment the University had made in us. I saw Peter make a quick phone call before inviting us to join them for a quick cup of coffee while we waited for a member of the media team arrive. Peter had decided that he wanted to record our progress with a mini film shoot.

About fifteen minutes later there was a knock and a young scruffy student entered carrying a large holdall bag and a video camera attached to a folded tripod stand. Come on in Callum called Peter, come and meet the guys. As he approached we stood up to shake hands. The look of shock on his face was comical, clearly he hadn’t been briefed before coming over and hadn’t expected to meet four naked guys in the staff room. I had to give him credit because he recovered his composure rapidly and asked Peter where he wanted the gear set up. This reminded me of our first photo shoot in the very same room especially when the lighting and white backing sheets were set up. Peter wanted photos taken of us individually and in various grouped combinations; in casual, classical and erotic poses; but most of all they were to emphasise our musculature and masculinity. If I’m honest it was fun especially when Peter asked me to get erect and watching the expression on Callum’s face as he tried to remain focused. Time flew past and before I knew it Callum had finished the shoot. Peter thanked Callum for his time and asked him to pass a note on to Brenda, I wondered if it was anything to do with Alison’s information, I shrugged my shoulders, what will be will be. He then said to Callum that the four of us would be shortly trying out his new toys he was welcome to stay, have a coffee and enjoy the entertainment but be warned it’s not for the feint hearted! He looked from Peter to us trying to make his mind up, he caught Marc’s eye and Marc, bless him said feel free to stay. What we’re about to do is nothing compared to what we have already one in front of forty students. This seemed to make his mind for him, so with a smile he said why not and took a mug of coffee that Tom was offering and sat down on a nearby chair for a good view. He looked thoughtful for a minute and then reached into his bag and retrieved his camera, just in case he spotted some good shots. What an excellent idea Tom agreed, shoot away he invited.

Right guys, Tom said turning to us, let’s get the show on the road shall we? Knowing already what was expected of us and bearing in mind Callum was going to be taking photos we took the can of Crisco offered by Adam and carefully packed each other’s holes with the grease. All the time I was aware of Callum moving around taking shots, sometimes moving in for a close up sometimes stepping back for a wider view. When we were fully greased up and the Crisco had softened we walked over to the bench and straddled the giant dildos. Before we started to lower ourselves on to them Adam cautioned us saying that they weren’t expecting us to be able to take the dildos in completely today but over the coming week we would be expected to practice with the help of Dave so by next Friday we’ll be able to swallow them whole and be able to sit down on the bench. We simply nodded but Callum muttered “fucking hell, this has got to be seen to be believed” I laughed and said, that’s the general idea.

Wasting no more time I started to take deep breaths, relaxing as best I could and slowly lowered my hole down onto the rubber fingers and let gravity push them up inside. Focusing on relaxing I was able to accept the intrusion until it got to the widest part of the hands i.e. the knuckles and despite my best efforts I was unable to progress any further. I was not the only one the other three were faring no better. Peter clapped his hands and said enough for one day, he’ll have a word with Dave who will be able to help during the classes next week. That was the first clue we had for the week ahead. As we cleaned ourselves up Callum bid us farewell and promised that he’d be back next Friday to finish the photo shoot. Once he had gone and we were dressed again Peter gave us our cash in hand wages of £800 each and that was our fourth week completed.

CHAPTER 10 – WEEK FIVE

Over the weekend I phoned Alison to see if she’d heard any more about the charity fund raising event but she said she hadn’t because Brenda had been out of the office a lot this week and when she was in she was ensconced in high level meetings which Alison hadn’t been invited. Oh well, not to worry, I said but please do let me know if you hear anything. Sure will sweetie she said and then after a short catch up gossip we said our goodbyes and I hang up. Generally it was a quiet weekend and a little boring so I was glad when Monday arrived and I could once again socialise with three guys I now considered good friends and colleagues who were very close to being friends.

Turning up at the staff room as normal first thing Monday morning the four of us found that we’d be working together in the same class for the first time since we started working for the University. This week we’d be working down in the gym with Dave covering Sports Therapy and Massage. This was going to be very much a hands on week with us being on the receiving end of the students practicing physiotherapy and massage treatments. We were told to wear our usual university issue clothing and either a pair of sports shorts or a jock-strap underneath to save our blushes with the sports jocks.

Having donned our “uniform” we trouped down to the gym where we found Dave setting up a mock physiotherapy area including couches, chairs and exercise machines etc. Dave waved us a greeting and indicated that we were to join him as he wanted to brief us on the following lessons. He explained that the students were from the sports therapy division of the university and were generally of a male heterosexual disposition unlike the broadminded metrosexual medical students who took most things in their strides. In view of this we would not be asked to strip naked which might cause discomfort for the students. The most we would be asked to strip down to would be our undergarments this afternoon in the sports massage lesson. This morning would involve mock physiotherapy assessments (much like the consultation assessments in the second week of lessons) where we would act out scenarios and the students had to correctly diagnose the problem and prescribe a suitable course of treatment. We were each allotted to a cubicle containing a chair and couch and saw one student at a time, each scenario took about half an hour including feedback from Dave. Most students were pretty well mannered, accurate and took it seriously with only a couple of guys acting like idiots fooling around before being reprimanded by Dave.

Finally it was lunchtime and we were able to escape, so we retreated to the canteen and laughed about the morning’s events. While the sports students might be generally better looking and have fitter bodies we all agreed that their general behaviour towards us was poorer than the medical students and that we would rather work in the lecture block than over here. Nevertheless, as Tang reminded us, we were committed to treating everyone equally so we shouldn’t make up our minds so quickly, after all it was only Monday morning and the rest of the students would probably be better behaved. This was a good point we all agreed so we returned to the gym in better spirits.

The afternoon lesson was a lot easier for us, mentally and physically. We were asked to strip to our undergarments (shorts in the case of Tang and Ethan, Jock-straps for Marc and myself), then lay face down on the four couches before having a white hand towel draped over our buttocks. Then under the guidance of Dave the students practiced various massage routines. It was very relaxing laying there doing nothing but feeling oiled hands massaging my muscles all over my body front and back. For once there was nothing erotic about it, as had been stressed by Dave to the students beforehand; no hands had tried to slip underneath the towel for a sneaky feel.

Once the final students had left for the day we helped Dave tidy the room up again, but at his suggestion we remained undressed as we would be stripping naked once we were in his office to continue with the stretching exercises as requested by Peter. Having tidied up we grabbed a glass of cold water from the drinks dispenser and headed to Dave’s office, as usual the door was locked once we were all in and we quickly removed the last of our clothing. The furniture in the room had been moved to the edges leaving a clear space in the centre, in which had been placed a padded plastic covered mat. It was large enough to accommodate all five of us and we were soon going to find out its purpose. Dave brought over four new cans of Crisco from a nearby stock room, opening them he gave three to us and kept one himself. He then told us to get onto the mat, on all fours, one in front of each other. Marc was at the front, followed by myself (what a fucking hot view I thought to myself), then Ethan and Tang with Dave bringing up the rear. He said the purpose of this exercise was to warm up our rings again having had a few days rest and to encourage trust between the four of us (and with Dave as our tutor). Then as instructed we liberally greased up the hole facing us before warming it up by gradually inserting fingers slowly increasing the number used until the whole hand smoothly slid inside. It was the first time that I had been fisted at the same time as fisting someone else and felt fantastic. Then we were told to take our time working our hand past the second inner ring until the elbow too had been swallowed. There was a lot of grunting and heavy breathing but finally everyone had accomplished this feat. I looked over my shoulder and the scene that greeted my eyes was very surreal, only Dave was looking up and he gave me a wink and mouthed a “well done” to me. I grinned back so as not to disturb the other guys. We then were told to pull out completely and form two rows, again one in front of another. This time Marc said it was his turn to fist me and Ethan was to fist Tang, I had no problem with this suggestion at all! As we were already warmed up Marc’s hand was in my rectum in no time at all and before much longer his hand was sliding up into my bowels before sliding back into my rectum and coming to a stop. Then I could feel a finger sliding in beside his wrist, wriggling around before a second one joined it, then a third and a fourth. Slowly Marc pulled his fist part way out but keeping his four fingers in place which had the effect of stretching my hole wider, then he pushed it back in before pulling it out again. After a dozen repetitions I felt his thumb slide in beside the other fingers, realizing what was about to happen took a deep breath and tried to relax further. Sure enough when his fist withdrew and then moved back in his other hand joined it clenched together within my rectum. Looking over my shoulder I could see that Ethan was receiving the same treatment as me. At that moment Marc tensed his shoulders, then relaxed a little before returning his attention to the task in hand. Unknown to me Dave had been spending time warming up Marc’s hole and had just succeeded in getting both of his hands up inside him. Gently withdrawing his hands he turned his attention to Tang.

Satisfied that I was sufficiently loosened up Marc pulled his fists out of me and slapped me on the rump, laughing and saying that should see me right for a while. Within a short while we were all uncoupled and sitting round discussing our experiences of the last hour. I asked why we were now expected to take two fists instead of one. Dave semi-avoided the question by stating that Peter had requested this (which we already knew) and that he believed we would soon find out, probably within the next couple of weeks. Clearly we weren’t going to get a straight answer so we let the matter drop, at the end of the day we were getting handsomely paid so we couldn’t complain. After a while we dressed and bid Dave good night before making our various ways home.

The rest of the week’s lessons were pretty much a re-run of Monday, the guys didn’t get any better. Yes they’re fit and good looking but by and large all they were interested in were girls and out competing each other. It was amusing to start off with but soon became trying and finally infuriating!