Sports Physical

I was a student at a small town college campus in a midwestern community. There was not much to do in town, nor were there many jobs available to students. I was very lucky to have a part time job with the local doctor. He was a general practitioner who took care of town people and a lot of students. Most of the time I filed charts, answered the telephone and did clerical chores. Sometimes he needed me to help him do things with patients. This was my favorite part of the job. I could get height and weight, blood pressure and run lab tests. After awhile, I had seen him give many shots, put stitches in wounds, drain infections, gather samples for lab tests and do sports physicals for students at the college.

I was at the office on a Friday and we had only one patient after lunch for a sports physical. Those are usually easy and fast and I expected to leave early. The doc had gone to the hospital and I expected him back to see his last patient. The telephone rang and doc told me that he was being delayed at the hospital but would be back shortly to see the patient. About a half hour later a student came in and told me that he needed a physical to be eligible for the swim team. Jeremy was about 5'10", blond, with a smooth, slim body. I explained that the doc was delayed at the hospital, but he would be seen. Doc had told me to get things started so that everything would be ready when he arrived. I told Jeremy to come back with me to the examining room and gave him some papers to fill out. The forms required height, weight, blood pressure and pulse, which I was used to measuring.

I told him to take all his clothing off except his underpants so everything would be ready for the doctor. Jeremy slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing a smooth tanned chest. He slipped off his shoes and pants exposing a Speedo bathing suit. He had a perfect swimmers body. I asked Jeremy to step up to the scale and measured weight and height. I then proceeded to take his blood pressure, pulse and temperature and then gave him a cup to pee in. Jeremy took the cup and went to the bathroom to fill it. The phone rang again, and it was Doctor Miller telling me that there was an emergency at the hospital and that he did not know if he could return to the office and to reschedule the physical. When Jeremy came out of the bathroom, I told him that we had to reschedule because of the emergency and Jeremy was furious. He told me that he had delayed getting his physical because he hated them and now the coach gave him a deadline of this afternoon to turn in his papers - or he was off the team and he would lose his scholarship. I told him that I was sorry but there was nothing I could do. He then asked ME to fill out the papers and to sign them for the doc.

"No body would know" he said.

"I can't do that" I said.

"Then how about YOU doing the physical" he countered.

"I don't know, I have seen Dr. Miller do a lot of them, and you look pretty healthy. I guess I could check you over", I said. "Get up on the examining table". I tried to remember all the things I saw doc do. Starting with his head, I looked in his ears, eyes, nose and mouth. I felt about his neck and shoulders and carefully listened to his heart and lungs. I did not know what I was feeling or listening for, but it all looked pretty good. When I layed him on his back to feel his belly, he growled "hurry up, I have to get out of here". He really got angry when I told him to take off his Speedo so that the exam could be finished.

"No way am I going to let you check me THERE", he said.

"If you want to be on the team and keep the scholarship, I have to make sure you don't have three balls or two ass holes. So let's get this over with", I said. He removed the Speedo quickly and belligerently threw it across the room, revealing a perfectly sculpted and proportioned prick and balls surrounded by a small patch of blond hair. I rolled each ball between my fingers checking for tumors and squeezed the head of his prick looking for infection. He did not say a word, but I could tell he was fuming.

I took his legs and bent them so his knees were pointing to his chest, exposing a hairless, tight, pink ass hole. With a rubber glove on one hand and a little bit of KY, I felt the outside surface and then with a quick thrust, penetrated him. As I passed through his sphincter and touched his prostate, he let out a "yelp". "Hang on, I'll be done in a minute" as I pushed deeper inside him. Clear fluid appeared at the tip of his penis and I could feel his prostate pulsating. I pulled my fingers out of him and told him to get dressed. With my hand shaking, I finished the medical report and used docs signature stamp to make the physical official. He stuffed the paper in his back pack glaring at me and without saying a word.

Finally he said, "Now it is my turn to do your physical. Take off all your clothes NOW" he yelled. I protested, but he said that if I did not do it, he would tell the county medical board what just happened, the doc would probably lose his license and I would go to jail. I realized that he was serious and decided to go along with his game. I figured that I probably deserved whatever was going to happen and I quickly stripped. I tried to leave on my underpants, but he pulled them off me roughly and made me stand in front of him naked. He pulled and squeezed my balls and cock in an obvious effort to hurt me and then told me to bend over the table. I could hear him unzip his pants and within seconds, I could feel his erect cock pushing between my ass cheeks.

He totally penetrated me and I felt like my insides were being torn apart as his pulsating penis filled me with hot semen. Suddenly the door opened, and the doc said, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON". Jeremy quickly pulled out of me, zipped his pants and ran out of the office. Here I was, naked, with cum, blood and shit running out of me staring at my employer, trying to find words to explain what had happened.

He was a kind man and realized that I was injured and said, "Let's clean you up and we can discuss this later". I got onto the exam table and he checked my butt hole with a scope and said that I was "pretty torn up, but should be fine". He said, "We need to clean everything out so that you don’t get an infection". He told me that he was going to give me a deep enema and proceeded to flood me with fluids. After about three times of filling me up and then me emptying my bowels in the toilet, we were done. I saw him go to the medicine cabinet and draw two large syringes of antibiotic, which I knew were for me. I bent over the table again and felt a sudden stabbing pain in each cheek as the thick antibiotic fluid was injected into me. I thought it was finally over until took he my naked body over his knee. I felt a dozen hard smacks on my sore backside. I was too exhausted to even react. "Don't you ever do this again, he said, "and be sure you are back at your job on Monday morning". I was so relieved that he did not fire me; I could not say anything except, "yes sir". I dressed and went back to my dorm room.

I arrived for work on Monday morning and nothing was said by either of us. It was a routine day and everything went fine. On Wednesday, I got a telephone call, "You bastard, you got me sick, you better do something to make it better".

"Who is this I said".

"It is me, Jeremy", he replied. "I have not been able to pee for two days, I feel like shit and have a fever". I told him that he probably had an infection and needed to see the doc for treatment. He said "NO WAY, you did this to me and now you have to fix it, or I will go to the authorities". A surge of panic hit me and I agreed to go to his dorm at lunchtime with some supplies to help him feel better. I took what I thought I would need from the office and went to Jeremy's dorm room.

He opened the door wearing only a dirty white bathrobe. He looked sick and smelled bad. I told him to get rid of the robe and lay down on top of his desk so that I could examine him. Without complaint this time, he did as I said and I shined his desk lamp on his penis. I squeezed and probed with one hand while with the other gloved hand I slipped two fingers into his waiting anus. He was very tender and twitched as I felt around inside him. I told him that he had an infection, needed to be catheterized and needed an antibiotic shot. He winced and said, "do it".

I pulled a sterile catheter out of my doctor bag and carefully threaded it into his penis slit. Suddenly there was a burst of fluid into the collection bag and he felt instantly better. It flowed and flowed and finally slowed down. I told him to roll over for his shot. Obediently, he rolled over to expose his white butt cheeks. I loaded two syringes with the same antibiotic I got, and deeply injected each into him while gently turning the barrel of the needle to be sure he felt it. When the second shot was completed, he layed limp on the desk. I told him that he would be better soon, and that I would be back the next day to change his catheter. He mumbled a quiet "thanks" and I left his room knowing that I would be back the next day to provide more "treatment".