1 comments/ 15863 views/ 4 favorites Med Testing Lab Assignment By: boudin5 It's been a long day for me. The Medical Testing Lab where I work has had me running all day long - picking up specimens at various Doctor's offices in the area. When I throw open the door, I notice that there are two nurses inside... One, an older brunette, is barking orders and giving instructions with a very confident authoritative air to the other nurse - a young intern who seems a bit shy and inexperienced. "You have got to get over that bashfulness and learn to be professional about this," I heard her saying. "let's face it, if you're going to be a nurse then you must be able to handle many intimate situations with a complete stranger - in this case, the patient." The young blond stared at the floor, listening. "There's no need to be embarrassed, just concentrate on the procedures." They hadn't seen me come in yet, and as I walked slowly closer she continued: "I will walk you through step by step in some of the more delicate procedures involving male genitalia and such... and mind you, this will be strictly confidential - the Academy must not know. But since you have such an earnest desire to be an RN, I'll be your mentor to help you through these 'social' difficulties." I shuffled my feet approaching the two making a little sound and they both looked up, startled. "Hi, I'm from the Med Testing Lab..." I said, trying to not let on what I'd just overheard. "Oh yes, do come in" said the head nurse, "I want to offer an idea." She made polite introductions, "This is Mia our new trainee, and I'm Olga Veltfort." "Brad Connors, pleased to meet you" said I, "I'm supposed to make an emergency pick up..." "Yes yes, I called in the request...so glad you're able to be here after hours." I couldn't help staring at her voluptuous figure in that full proper nurses uniform. She sounded in complete control as she continued: "Can you spare us a few minutes of your time? - we need a 'model patient' for a private instructional demo-exam... if you will oblige us, I can promise you a good word to your boss... And believe me, I carry a goodly amount of respect - over 20 years in this medical community - why, you might even get a raise..!" "Well I don't know...er, uh.." I stammered. "Oh please Mr. Connors, you can trust me, and Mia needs this, as finals are to be next week." "Well I guess so..." "Excellent! Good boy! -thank you. Now I must advise you that this will be a very thorough examination... Some procedures you might find embarrassing, uncomfortable, or even a bit painful, but rest assured we know what we're doing and we'll not harm you in any way." With that, nurse Olga showed me over to a stand-up locker and told me to remove all clothing and don a hospital gown "for modesty". It was a hot August night, even the gown seemed a little too warm, and I noticed Mia's white uniform was unbuttoned and she wasn't wearing stockings. Just bare legs and feet in thin strapped sandals. She glanced furtively around avoiding eye contact as I walked toward them, and she purposely dodged any glance at my growing tent-pole neath the gown. Nurse Olga on the other hand, looked straight at it. She seemed to take perverse pleasure in observing the tell tale signs of my arousal, assessing my condition with relish. "Step on the scale, please" and I was then measured for height, weight, blood pressure as well as stethoscope - which entailed Olga putting her arm up under the front of the gown, so for several intense moments my throbbing hardon stuck out fully exposed, jumping and twitching at odd intervals. All the while, nurse Veltfort continued to gaze unabashedly at this proud purple headed soldier standing at attention. Her hands brushed up and down my abdomen - smoothly exploring all around with a firmness and authority I find hard to describe. "Alright now, if you'll step over to the table and lean over on your elbows... that's right, now spread your feet apart.." I did, and then saw Mia handing her a thermometer which was lubed then slowly pushed into my tender little bung-hole. "We need to leave it in at least five minutes... so while we're waiting Mia, I want you to come around here and observe while I do a testicle check." As I mentioned it was a very warm evening - my balls were hanging loose and low. Nurse Olga took a hold of my sac, pulled it outwards and rolled the heavy orbs around and around, pinching and squeezing now and then. "We mainly want to check for any lumps or irregularities," she instructed, "But also this is a good chance for you to get familiar with male anatomy... you can feel a long oval-shaped structure attached to the upper surface of each testicle.." Mia, being behind me and out of view, now assumed a more scientific attitude and carefully took each nugget in hand, rolling between thumb and forefinger. "These are the excretory ducts of the testes," explained Olga, "You can also feel the spermatic cords..." "..referred to as the Vas Deferens in your anatomy diagram. they carry the newly manufactured sperm to the Seminal Vesicle and the Prostate gland." Mia's curiosity was getting the better of her shyness as she went on feeling and pinching lightly with shaky hands saying, "I'm not sure..." "That's okay," said Olga, "Go ahead... feel with a little more pressure, take your time, locate the Epididymus and the cords... This is not hurting the patient, is it Mr. Connors?" "Uhn, no, it's okay" I grunted. Of course, 'Mr. Happy' was fully that, twitching and also dripping precum, rigid underneath me as I leaned over the table. I hoped they didn't notice. "Very good" said Olga, "Now Mia, once you've found these anatomical features, I want you to circle his scrotum with thumb and finger, then pull downwards slowly, gently increasing the strength." Mia stopped momentarily. "You should learn this," Olga went on, "The scrotum itself contains very few nerve endings and you'd be surprised how hard you can squeeze and pull, as long as you're not putting acute pressure on the testicles..." "Actually, you can pinch the skin part as hard as you can, and he will feel very little pain." Mia listened with extreme interest. "Let me demonstrate," Olga reached down and took about a half inch of scrotal skin and began to compress harder and harder until it was well apparent this was enough to bruise most any other part of the body - and yet I felt little pain, which only added to my feverish excitement at the moment. "You see, that didn't hurt very much," the nurse continued, "however if I were to take and pop a finger directly onto one of his testicles, even very lightly, it would be excruciating - he'd be limping for days!" Mia's head started to swim as she took in all this, and she began to feel a new found power and exhilaration... "Go ahead now" urged nurse Olga. And with that, Mia took charge like never before, gripping the neck of my scrotum she tugged down so hard I thought something might snap. It really didn't hurt that much, just blew my mind how far the whole package would stretch... Actually it felt kinda good. She pulled and released, up down up down, each time harder than before... I just buried my head in arms folded on the table thinking now there's no way I'm gonna be able to hide my total erotic bliss. By now I had been to the brink of orgasm so many times without any direct stroking, I was wondering what they'd do if I were to spurt all over the floor. From my position I could get the occasional glance at their legs - Mia's, bare and slender in hi-heeled sandals, Nurse Olga's in traditional white stockings with seams... I kept straining to catch a glimpse of the garters and the 'whites of her thighs'. "Mm-hmm yes that's it," said Olga, "I see you're getting into it, but we must move on..." "We need to check his prostate and prep him for the enema, so why don't you remove the thermometer and log in his temp." Mia stopped the ball-pulling (with what I could've sworn was a caress) then all businesslike, took the thermometer from my rear, went over to the desk and wrote it down saying, "He's normal." "Alright very good," said Olga, "Now we shall examine his prostate before we do the enema series." "This will be a checkup, we're not going to milk him for a semen sample just yet... but I do want you to be able to locate and determine the health condition of the prostate gland." As Mia walked over I heard them both putting on rubber gloves... ***to be continued Med Testing Lab Assignment Ch. 02 "Please remain where you are, Mister Connors," said nurse Olga. "I'm going to guide Mia through her first prostate exam." My dick was still bobbing from the testicle check, I had never been man-handled quite so overtly, and as she came closer I shuddered to think what this prostate probing would involve. "Now Brad if you would, please reach back and spread your cheeks for us." I did so with a slight feeling of impending doom, but at the same time, 'Mr. Happy' bounced with glee in total approval. I jokingly thought there might be audible knocking against the table from my eager, throbbing rod. But realizing I could do nothing about it, I spread my cheeks, stood up on tip-toes and tried to relax. Nurse Olga put her ungloved hand softly on my back and said, "Okay hon, just relax..." I felt her gloved, lubed finger circling my asshole, then it pushed in firmly. Slowly, further and further, wiggling and feeling for the male G-spot. Then pulling out, she inserted two fingers the same way. Probing and twisting, she stretched my anal sphincter ever so slowly. She took her sweet time, and seemed to enjoy this process of widening my puckered hole. After a couple minutes she called Mia closer, saying: "Now that his anus is relaxed, I want you to put on a glove and insert a finger." Mia was a little hesitant, but her newfound enthusiasm from the testicle check had given her the confidence to proceed. I began to feel faint with all the stimulation, and laid my head in my folded arms. Her dainty finger started cautiously exploring my waiting passageway as I heard Olga speak, "Now, when you reach approximately two to three inches in... feel along the forward wall for a lump about the size of a walnut." Mia moved her finger in and out, side to side as she continued this lewd investigation. Then finally she hit the spot. I felt a tingling shock, my body lurched, and Olga exclaimed, "That's it!" Mia beamed with pride as Olga went on: "Yes, get to know it... his prostate is quite normal... go on, take your time." And Mia sure did. She seemed to truly enjoy prodding, tapping, poking around, learning every detail of my sensitive gland. "That's right, feel around," Olga instructed. "Remember the chart showing the shape of the prostate gland..." Mia tensed up a bit. "When we get to the milking, I want you to be familiar with the actual shape and location." Mia nodded accordingly. "There is a specific technique to forcing all the semen out of the prostate, and we'll get to that later... right now I want you to pull out so we can start the enema." Mia very slowly removed her finger, she seemed to enjoy this part as well. She then stood back as Nurse Olga came forward, put her hands on my shoulders and guided me over to the enema table. As I walked toward the table, my hard-on made a tent in the hospital gown and I realized Mia could easily see my embarrassing predicament. She blushed as Olga said, "Don't worry, this is common in most males undergoing these procedures." My erection continued to twitch as they helped me up on the table. "Now Brad, I need to ask you some questions... Have you ever had a large volume enema?" "Yes," I replied, "My mom had a nurse friend and they used to give me enemas when I was very young, starting at about age four." This was absolutely true, but I didn't want to mention that even at that age I would get a stiff erection every time. I will never forget laying there on my back crying in protest as mom and aunt Velva cooed softly that it's alright, all the while ignoring my snapping boner. I definitely think they noticed, because at times they would leave the room and I'd hear them whispering fervently. Then back in the room, they'd continue to pretend not to notice. Actually, I was crying more from embarrassment than from the discomfort of the water filling me, but they always addressed their soothing encouragements to only the enema procedure. Now, all these years later, here I was in the same dilemma, wanting it but not wanting it, ashamed to have it revealed that I am sexually excited by being given an enema. "Good, I'm very glad to hear that," Olga remarked, "It will help immensely that you are familiar... that you've had experience with high-volume infusions." I mumbled, "Uh huh," as they positioned me on my back and removed the gown. Totally exposed, I felt so humiliated I could cry. Being on display right in front of young nurse Mia, sporting a woody that wouldn't quit, and knowing this was her first time witnessing such a blatant exhibition... well, it was almost too much to bear. Mia stared at me wide-eyed, frozen in one place, breathing heavily. This caused my awkwardness to increase all the more. I knew what was coming. I was about to be filled with probably three quarts, and as the pressure became greater & greater, I would surely lapse into uncontrolled writhing and squirming. I didn't want Mia to see me that way. But I knew it was inevitable. As I put my feet in the stirrups, nurse Olga wheeled out a tall rack with a huge, clear enema bag hanging from the top hook. The bag was already full. Then she went to a cart which had an assortment of nozzles and other accessories saying, "I think we shall use the double Bardex, these inflatable nozzles prevent any leaking 'accidents' and are quite suitable for the experienced patient." I indeed knew what a Bardex was, and my feeling of dread grew. "Now Mia, I want you to watch closely," said Olga as she attached the double-nozzle to the tube. "You see, this nozzle has two bulbs, one goes inside and the other outside the rectum," as Mia studied it carefully, Olga continued, "And these two squeeze-bulbs pump air to inflate the balloons once they're in place." With that, she sat down between my legs at the end of the table, grabbed the K-Y and applied liberal quantities all over the nozzle-bulbs (mainly the inner one) and then to my waiting hole. Then came the insertion process. I knew that with a Bardex, it's a little tricky, but nurse Olga got it in with the greatest of ease. She started pumping the first squeeze-bulb saying, "You get a feeling for how much air is right... usually about seven to ten pumps is good." I felt the thing swelling inside my ass. "Once the bulb is full, it's a good idea to pull back gently so it makes a seal preventing any water from coming out." Mia watched, fascinated. Olga then pumped the outer bulb saying, "The second one is outside the anus, it's inflated so as to press the two together... see? That way there's no chance of expulsion." "Are you comfortable, Mr. Connors?" "Fine for now, I guess..." Actually it was quite nice, pressure on my prostate from the inner balloon, and the outer one pressing snugly against my butt-hole. The feeling was very erotic, and my erection was returning full force, in spite of the fact that I knew exactly what was coming. Plus, I hated the fact that Mia would be watching the whole thing. "Good, now let's begin." As she released the clamp I immediately felt the warm rush of water, and that strangely pleasant heavy feeling in my gut. This was always the good part. No pain or discomfort - yet. I lay there breathing deeply, trying to avoid any eye contact. I didn't want to show my desperate humiliation. A few minutes went by. My gut was swelling as nurse Olga instructed Mia, "While the water's going in, it's good to gently massage his abdomen in the direction of the flow." My boner was now rock-hard, it stood out at an angle as Olga's hand moved along my belly and she chirped, "Well now, we sure don't have to hold it out of the way!" Mia smiled at Olga and said, "I was kinda hoping we would!" They both giggled quietly. Olga continued her soft massage in true clinical fashion, but both she and Mia were staring intently at the conspicuous, rigid, blue-veined warrior in front of them. Olga seemed quite pleased, saying, "The sexual arousal will help him to endure the abdominal discomfort... he can stand more water when he's up like this." Mia stood there transfixed, I could hear her breathing. I was mortified, knowing that soon I'd be squirming uncontrollably in full view of this pretty young nurse. Olga cooed more encouragements as I got fuller & fuller. She looked at the bag and said, "He's had a little over a quart and a half, I want to try for three... I think he can take it." I groaned at the thought. My dick was starting to quiver and the urgent feeling in my bowels was getting stronger. I can't think of anything more embarrassing than having to go poop (I mean really, really having to go) in front of total strangers - in this case, two attractive nurses. It was like being forced into arousal. Being tapped in to your deepest desires, while being put in a position you really hate. The water flowed in and I started to sweat. Getting more uncomfortable by the second, my toes curled as my belly swelled visibly. Olga said to Mia, "Remember, at any time you can shut off the valve and wait a minute for his colon to get used to it, then restart the flow." Mia nodded, still wide-eyed in fascination. Then at one point my body convulsed in reaction to the extreme fullness, and Olga snapped off the hose-clamp. It was getting downright painful for me. I thought, "That's all I can take" but after a brief rest, she resumed the flow. Gradually the pain came back, even more. I began to feel dizzy and afraid to move because it might worsen the pain. About this time Olga declared, "The bag's almost empty... Mia, please go fill the pitcher and bring it to me." I groaned again wondering how I was gonna take it. Olga stopped the flow as Mia went over to the sink for more water. I waited, then started to writhe around on the table, kicking my legs. The feeling was so intense, my whole body was having spastic reactions. I couldn't keep myself from kicking and snapping. Mia returned with a full pitcher and Olga promptly refilled the bag. My spasms had gone down a bit, but when she turned the hose back on, they got worse again. "Oooh now now, it's okay sweetie... you can do it..." Olga murmured. And every time her hand touched my belly, my hips bucked automatically in an obscene fucking motion. I couldn't help it. I had totally lost all control and composure. The pressing urge to go had become so extreme, my body was fighting back. All due to this insistent, relentless flow of water to my insides. My head rocked frantically from side to side. My legs kicked and shook in protest. Grunting, moaning, and babbling incoherently I was in a frenzy. My body was trying everything in it's power to expel, but the Bardex prevented any chance of that. Olga remained calm and professional during my struggling, no matter how violent. This gave Mia the chance to retain some semblance professional poise. I think without Olga, Mia would've come apart at the seams. With the second bag almost empty, I became totally unhinged. Now it didn't matter that I was on display in front of these pretty ladies. My whole body was shaking and bucking, my boner dripping pre-cum, my voice hoarse from wailing, but now I didn't care. I'd been plunged into a different state of consciousness. I simply had to find a way to relieve the excruciating pressure. The pain was severe, yet my balls had somehow managed to override it. Suddenly, my mind shifted. All I could think of was sex. I wanted to put this massive bad-boy to good use. Oh how I wanted it. Any kind of sexual contact or even acknowledgment from these ladies would've been satisfactory. Yes I was delirious, but I definitely was able to see the room and focus on real things, even if only for a second. And I'm pretty sure that during this time I caught a glimpse of Mia with her hand up her dress. As my head whirled back & forth unpredictably, my eyes got a quick snapshot of her frigging herself. She was trying to sneak one off. It was but a fraction of a second, since my head was wildly rolling around, but I'm sure that's what I saw. I continued to thrash about, bucking my hips and stabbing the air with my blue-steel prong in a ridiculous effort to fuck something. At times I tried to reach my dick and jack-off, but Olga would take my hands away saying, "No no honey, none of that." I didn't care, I just kept trying. Then the moment came when Olga looked up and exclaimed, "Bag's empty." She was so proud that I'd taken more than three quarts. "Wow, three quarts and then some!! and Brad, you took it like a champ!" I laid there still squirming as she disconnected the nozzle from the bag. "Now let's get him up..." she said to Mia. Olga put her hands on my shoulders, and as Mia came over, they both helped me get off the table. "This way, Brad" directed Olga, and I was headed toward the toilet with the nozzle hose & squeeze-bulbs dangling between my legs. It was more like a trot, I couldn't wait. Once there, Olga said, "Hold on there, big guy," and she had me stand with legs spread as she removed the nozzles. Straddling the toilet, I tried to be patient while she slowly removed the inner nozzle. And the instant it was out, 'whoosh!' and I sat down. Oh what a relief it is - I don't even remember them leaving, just sitting there letting it all out. It took a long time to expel the water. I sat there in bliss as wave upon wave of rushing waterfall exited my body. Breathing a sigh, I noticed the heavy-duty fans. I pressed the 'on' button and 'vroom' all the smelly air was being pumped out. Nice feature of this facility. To be Continued...