The Clinic


by Wet Dream <Wetdreamboy@hotmail.com>

The year is 1975, and the place is somewhere in England. Young Michael is 13 ½ years old and is making his regular three-month visit to a local medical clinic. It was just three years ago that this embarrassing study began when he was 10 years old. He had taken some literature home, given out at school from the Ministry of Health, for his parents to read. It was asking parents to volunteer their children for a nation wide medical project that wanted to study the growth pattern of several thousand children from pre to post puberty. A similar undertaking had occurred back in the mid 1950's and the government wished to compare the results to determine if modern pollution and use of chemicals in food was having an adverse affect on children's development. Michael's parents agreed to allow their son to participate in the clinic study.

Michael arrived at the clinic shortly before his appointment. The waiting area had about ten boys, all around the same age. Girls were included in the study, but were examined on another day, separate from boys. Michael went up to the nurse to check in and receive his medical folder.

"Good morning Michael. Here are your latest records to hand to the medic when it's your turn. You can have a seat with the other boys. Don't forget to remove your shirt, shoes and socks to help speed up the examination", directed the nurse.

Of course Michael remembered. It was sort of weird to strip to his waist and sit with bare feet with a bunch of other half naked boys in a public health building.

Michael sat beside a boy he had gotten to know. Most of the other boys generally sat quietly, their wonderful smooth chests and tummy's on display, ever conscious of what lay in store behind the exam room door.

"Hey, I heard from a kid that they're doing something new to us. They stick something with wires on your dick. He said it's a surprise", warned Mike's new friend.

"_s_h_i_t_, now I'm nervous. I hate these exams; they're so embarrassing! I wish they didn't have to check out our dicks", moaned Michael.

It was nerve raking to sit and wait the usual twenty minutes for his turn to see the medic. It only caused him to focus on the humiliation of his naked examination, and worse about his genitals being so closely looked at.

Michael absently handled his medical reports. Then an idea sprung into his head. He took a pen from his pocket and began changing numbers and information on his chart. The teen thought this a funny and harmless little prank to play to while away the time.

The clock on the wall ticked forward. Then his stomach tightened when a man in his thirties emerged and called out, "Michael, you're next".

Michael followed the medic into one of the exam rooms. It contained a basin and counter, strewn with standard medical containers and instruments, a swivel stool, a weigh scale and examining table. He handed him his medical reports and proceeded, as usual, to remove his jeans and then his underwear. As always the check-up required all patients to be in the nude, for accuracy, speed and simplicity.

The medic turned from the report to see Michael standing before him completely naked. He was a fine looking boy, but the medic wasn't phased. He saw so many naked boys on a daily basis that it was now just routine procedure. "Okay Michael lets begin by weighing you and checking if you grew any taller from last time".

Michael obeyed everything and moved quickly to the scales. He stood facing the sliding weights as the medic moved them to gain an accurate measurement.

"Looks like 120 pounds. Up just a bit. All right Michael, go stand over by the wall, back kept straight, head looking forward..... Don't droop your shoulders". The medic raised the built in ruler and used a horizontal piece of wood to align with the top of Michael's head. "That's good, exactly five feet and four inches. Almost a whole inch taller from three months ago."

The medic led his young teen case study to the centre of the room. Next began a series of basic body measurements. The medic, armed with a tape measure, began to gauge the circumference of Michael's head. Next came a careful notation of the length of each arm, the size of his hands and feet.

"Michael, spread your legs a bit so I can get an in-seam measurement of your legs". His masculine hand moved up between the youth's legs, his knuckles grazing Michael's hanging scrotum.

"Now hold your arms up above your head". With Michael's arms out of the way, the medic wrapped the tape measure around the boy's waist, then his stomach, and finally his chest. He wrote down the results in Michael's folder.

Turning back to his patient, he wheeled over the stool and sat down before the nude boy. "I want you to keep your legs apart while I measure your genitals".

Michael just nodded his head. Now came the worst part (at least so far). It was embarrassing enough to be naked, but now his _c_o_c_k_ and balls were about to receive a very intimate examination.

The medic had with him a bunch of plastic cards with varying sized holes punched out. He used these to measure each boy's testicles. He took hold of Michael's scrotal sack and pushed back the skin around his left testicle. The medic pushed the fleshy ball taut against its skin covering using his fore finger and thumb. With his free hand he held up the individual cards and found the one that best corresponded to the size of the boy's testicle by fitting it through the hole. He repeated this procedure for the right testicle.

Michael remained still and stared straight ahead. There was a slight dull pain from his balls being pinched. It was terrible to have this strange person feeling his testes. His face always turned a little redder for this phase of the exam. He psyched himself ready for what came next.

"All right Michael, I need you to make your penis stiff so I can measure it now." It had been explained back when he was ten years old that for accuracy, he needed to have an erection to rule out improper measurements from various stages of tumescence.

Michael reached down with his right hand and began to fondle and squeeze his _c_o_c_k_. Normally he achieved a hard-on very quickly, but not always. Today he was having troubles.

"Let me have a try", announced the man noting the boy's inability to produce an erection. He often had to help a boy get hard. It's not always easy to give yourself a boner on command. The medic began to rub the head of the child's penis and gently tugged and squeezed the shaft. This action almost always gave the young boy a rock hard erection. But for Michael, his penis remained stubbornly flaccid.

"Don't worry, I have another way to get you erect". The medic went over to the counter and returned with a glass rod, about a foot long, and as thick as a man's thumb. "I want you to bend over and rest your hands on your knees. Don't worry this won't hurt."

Michael did as he was told. He felt the medic spread open his bum cheeks and cool air blow over his exposed anus. Next he felt the rounded tip of the rod press gently, but firmly against his ass hole. Slowly it entered his body. Michael sucked in some added oxygen, never had anything been inserted into his rectum before. He could feel the medic push it further, perhaps 3 or 4 inches, then wiggle it around. There was indeed some pleasure in this manipulation, and the proof came when Michael's boy penis began to thicken and grow hard. Within seconds he had a raging hard-on.

"Very good. Lets get your penis measured now." The medic guided Michael to stand back up and face the man. He left the rod inside the boy's bottom to help keep him hard. He took a metal ruler and laid it atop the teen's penis and pushed down until it was perfectly horizontal with the floor. "Looks like 4 ¼ inches long".

Michael stood patiently with his arms by his sides. He looked down to watch this man holding his erect penis. Now the medic had a pair of calipers. He watched as he opened the steel instrument and placed it in the middle of his shaft and then closes the calipers to measure the thickness. The boy's eyes follow as the instrument is repositioned to gauge the size of his penile head. It passes over the scar tissue from his circumcision he received a year earlier when he was twelve. He shuddered at that remembrance. During his regular school medical, the nurse felt his foreskin did not properly retract over the head. She recommended that he undergo a circumcision.

The medic, now finished with his measurements of the boy, completed writing up the results of the size of his genitals. He retrieved the glass rod from Michael's bottom and placed it in a beaker of alcohol. Michael waited while his penis began to decrease in size. Up until now, this was the end of the exam. Would there be a surprise?

"Michael, normally this would conclude your visit. However, after noting your growth of pubic hair that has begun in the last six months, you are also now beginning a period of penile growth spurt. This is expected for a boy your age. Under the protocol of this study, at this point in your development, we need to begin to examine for sperm production. So, for the next couple years or so we will require a semen sample from you. You follow me?"

Michael, whose palms were beginning to sweat, could only nod his head as acknowledgement. He swallowed hard. They wanted his semen now? How were they going to get it? His head swam with the idea of masturbating into a cup for this man.

"I'm going to ask you to get on this table and lay down for me....that's a good boy. Keep your legs spread slightly apart."

Michael lay flat on his back, naked as the day he was born. His penis lay limp on his stomach, his few hairs covering nothing. His arms remained at his side, his fingers nervously rubbing his thighs. He watched as the medic approached with some electronic box with wires and straps coming out of the end.

"Now Michael, this is called the Anderson Pulsator MK2, it is designed to cause you to ejaculate, and won't hurt a bit." This unique piece of equipment generates electrical pulses that stimulate the penile nerves and induce an erection and ejaculatory spasm, usually in sixty seconds. Its purpose is to save time from waiting for the patient to masturbate into a specimen cup. It can also be used to test the erectile mechanism of boys from infancy and upwards.

Michael was beside himself with fear and embarrassment. "Are you sure it won't hurt? And how does it work?"

"I promise it won't cause any pain. May even feel good. Let me show you how it operates. I place this light metal ring around the base of your penis and your scrotum." The medic lifted up the boy's ball sack and fixed the ring in place around the penis. "Now this metal spring clip attaches to this fold of skin joining the head of your penis and the underside of the shaft. Both have wires attached as you can see, and lead to this control box." The medic held the rather small electronic apparatus with two knobs, a couple switches and a needle gauge.

Michael looked at the box and followed the wires to his genitals and grimaced.

"This box sends pulses to your penis which will make you become erect. Then very quickly you will have an orgasm and ejaculate semen. It will take no more than a minute. Shall we start?"

Michael looked up at the medic and half whispered, "alright".

The medic flipped one of the switches and turned a knob. Immediately Michael felt a pulse running through his penis, giving him a very strong "pins and needles" sensation. The pulses started slowly, with two seconds of shocks, followed by five seconds of rest. This continued at this rate until Michael had developed another very firm erection. Then the pulses got shorter, but came at faster intervals. Michael could feel the pulses most strongly emanating from his testicles and at the tip of his penis where the clip was attached.

Michael looked over at the medic monitoring the dial and turning a knob every few seconds. The medic's eyes darted back and forth from the control panel and the 13-year-old penis it was attached to. He turned the dial all the way, making the pulses course through the teenage _c_o_c_k_ at such a fast rate that to Michael it began to feel like one long continuous electric shock.

Michael's jaw opened slightly and locked. His vision seemed impaired with stars. His breathing quickened very noticeably. His hands opened and closed into a tight ball. The medic saw the affect on the boy and positioned a test tube near the teenager's piss slit. The pulsating sensation had its toll on Michael and he let escape a guttural moan as his orgasm over came him. A small amount of liquid shot out of the throbbing boy _c_o_c_k_. The medic held the tube carefully making sure to collect all the child's semen as it came bubbling out of the pink head.

For Michael that was the most intense orgasm of his entire young life. He felt exhausted. As his senses returned, he realized his humiliation of having just been made to ejaculate in front of a stranger. He suddenly felt very shameful and uncomfortable.

The medic took the test tube and held it up to the light to examine the clear looking fluid. He gave it a couple of shakes and then dumped the contents down the sink.

"That was very good Michael. You did fine. The sample I collected indicates clear seminal fluid only. No sperm production yet. As I mentioned before, you will undergo this test for some time to come, until it is established you are producing proper amounts of live sperm. You'll be happy to know this ends your check-up."

Michael breathed a sigh of relief. He watched as the medic undid the scrotal/penile ring and pulled the clip off his penis. With a wet cloth he gave Michael's penis a quick wipe clean.

The medic returned to the counter to finish updating the teen's medical file. It was then that he noticed some tampering with the figures and information. He was puzzled for a moment and looked over at his young patient with suspicion. "Wait here a minute, I have to check with the nurse about something".

Michael remained stretched out naked on the table while the medical personnel talked out in the corridor. The boy's eyes flashed to the door as it was opened quickly by the medic, followed by the nurse. Michael was horrified that this lady was seeing him naked.

"I just confirmed with Nurse Thompson that your files have been falsely altered. She says that she didn't make any changes. That just leaves you!"

"I'm sorry, it was just a joke", Michael felt ready to cry from guilt and shame as he looked up at his two accusers gazing down at his exposed nude body.

"You have no idea how bad you have acted. Lying in your medical report is very wrong, and especially terrible in that it could jeopardize the study findings. I think some corrective discipline is in order! Turn over on your stomach so I can give you a good hard spanking!" Roared the medic.

A look of sheer panic came over Michael's face, "please no! Don't do this! I didn't mean too. I don't want a spanking!

"Nurse, grab his legs and help me flip this brat over. Michael you deserve this whipping!"

The boy howled in protest as his body was forcibly turned over. The nurse held down the youth's kicking legs. Michael's struggling accorded the nurse a nice glimpse of his little ass pucker and now shriveled _c_o_c_k_ and balls.

The medic reached down under the table and picked up a plimsoll sometimes worn by patients. With his one free hand he pushed down on Michael's back to keep him steady. He raised up the rubber-soled shoe and whipped it down hard on the boy's beautiful white mounds of flesh, WHACK!

Michael screamed out loud from the sudden sting of the rubber slapping into his young bum. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! More blows came upon him. "Ouch! Ohh ohh! Please stop! It hurts so much! Plleeaassseee!" Wailed and blubbered Michael.

"You'll take it and more!" Yelled back the medic. He took aim again and began a real blistering attack on the teenage boy's posterior. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Michael was screaming and crying at the same time, the pain and fire on his ass growing with intensity with every slap of the shoe. "Oh god please stop, I beg you! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Ohhhh ohhhh!"

The medic was deaf to his pleas and continued the horrifying spanking. His arm was moving fast and hard: WHACK! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! WHACK! SLAP! WHACK! WHACK! The boy's butt had turned a wonderful blood red with large ugly looking welts puffing up everywhere. The nurse continued to hold the crying youth down.

"You'll get 10 more VERY hard one's now, then you can leave" instructed the furious medic. He raised the plimsoll high up, and then roared it back down with all his strength to strike the battered ass cheeks below, WHOMP! And then again, WHOMP!

A deep agonizing moan followed each of these thunderous smacks from deep within Michael. He was very near hyperventilating. Yet it continued. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!

The medic stopped and dropped the shoe. He wiped the sweat from his brow. He then spun around, and with great disgust, flung open the door, picked up the child's clothes and threw them into the waiting area. "Get up and go get out of my sight!" Yelled the medic as he pointed to the exit.

Michael, still bawling, staggered from the table and gingerly walked out of the room, his butt cheeks in total agony. His hands trying to rub the pain away, no longer caring that his penis was seen by all.

The boys in the waiting room burst into jolts of snickering and laughter at the sight of this crying naked boy. It was a humorous spectacle as Michael dressed himself in full public view with tears streaming down his embarrassed face. "Hey, nice butt!" Taunted the group, showing no mercy.

Michael tried to hurry as best he could among all the catcalls and obscene jokes. When he got all his clothes on he ran from the clinic still with the sound of laughter in his ears and the fire on his ass.

For the next few years, until he was almost 17, Michael returned to the clinic every three months to have his body measured for medical science. Until he was 15 ½ Michael had to endure the semen sampling machine. He was not spanked again at the clinic.

The End.

(Most of this story is TRUE. If you have any similar "medical" stories to share or able to tell me where I can find some, I will give you a "present" from this story. Thanks for your comments and suggestions. A special big thank you goes to Michael).


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