0 comments/ 60901 views/ 24 favorites Becoming a Model Patient By: jaypbee CHAPTER 1 -- INTRODUCTION & FIRST MEDICAL My story starts approximately 20 years from now in the UK, when following decisions made by successive governments the NHS as we know and love is all but dead and forgotten. The only medical treatment available is either personally financed or through corporate insurance. If you are in employment or wealthy then the treatment received is excellent but for the common person (like me) it is virtually non-existent. One side effect of these changes was that the medical industry was wealthy and attracted a great many students wanting to get foothold on the career ladder and so Universities were expanding rapidly to cash in on the available money and cope with the demands placed on them. Fortunately for me, although I am now thirty years old, I have always been healthy. So until now I have never had to seek the services of the medical profession. Since leaving school with good qualifications I have been continuously employed and enjoyed the style of living that comes with good wages, for example my own home, regular holidays abroad, my own home, nice clothes, gym membership & a personal trainer to keep me as young and fit as possible (holding back the years I guess you might say). However that abruptly came to an end six months ago when my employer made me redundant. I was left with only just enough money to keep the roof over my head and food on the table but no medical cover which I found disconcerting. So began my long search for a new job, and I'm elated to say that with this morning's post came an offer of a post from a rival of my former employer (ironic eh?). I am so happy, I almost overlooked the fact that the job is subject to references (no problem there) and a mandatory medical (should be okay, not aware of any problems). Well, here I go, off to my new job, washed and brushed and looking damned smart I don't mind saying. It's been a long time since I had worn a business suit and I felt good! Into the main lobby I confidently strode and handed my temporary security pass to the guard standing in the main foyer. He glanced at it and waived me to the chic looking receptionist by the main lift. She was at least more welcoming and explained that I was expected and an appointment had been made for me to see the company medical officer and that I should proceed directly to his office on the fourteenth floor. Pleasantly surprised by the organisation displayed so far I felt that I had made the right choice by accepting this new job although it wasn't as well paid as my previous one, but then beggars can't be choosers. Arriving on the fourteenth floor, I turned left and walked along the corridor, casually looking in through open doors into plushly decorated meeting rooms but otherwise empty of staff. Shortly I arrived at the door I was seeking; it had the name 'Dr. Baxter-Hendrick' on it. I knocked on the door to be greeted with a gruff "Come in please". The voice belonged to a regular looking man, mid-fifties, average build and height, brown hair and blue eyes which twinkled with humour. "Ah, you must be Joseph Ashram. Please close the door, take a seat and make yourself comfortable. According to my notes you start today with this company, subject to this medical, which I am sure, looking at you will not be a problem." I smiled and said "I hope so as I need all the money I can get!", to which he laughed. He was calm and confident as he explained what the medical would consist of, first the standard question and answer section, then secondly the physical examination before writing up the report. The questions were of no great concern i.e. previous medical history, family medical history, next of kin, exercise regimes, hobbies etc. Each answer I gave him he faithfully noted down before looking me in the eye and asking the next question. Finally he put his pen down and said that we were now ready for the physical examination, which I must admit, I was slightly nervous about. He asked me to remove my clothing keeping only my boxer shorts on and to sit on the couch. I did so and as I stripped I neatly folded my clothes neatly on my chair before sitting on the couch as instructed. My blood pressure, pulse, breathing and reflexes were measured and found to be perfectly normal. As the doctor wrote the readings down he absentmindedly asked me to remove my boxer shorts and stand by the couch. I choked and asked him why. Frowning he said that there were still more tests to be carried out which required me to be naked, without which he could not complete the medical. With a sigh I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled my boxers down, stepped out of them and put them with the rest of my clothing. I stood in front of him, naked and feeling a little awkward but rather turned on by the idea of what was to come. He stood in front of me and gently cupped my balls in one hand, asked me to cough and then felt them for any abnormalities. After a couple of minutes he pronounced them fine, by which time my cock was almost standing to attention. I'm sure a saw a trace of a smile as he carried on writing his notes. Just as I was beginning to get restless he looked up and asked me to turn round and bend over the couch. I guessed what was coming, sure enough after a brief explanation I felt a greased finger touch my anus and gently push its way in until it could go no further and then started to feel around until it found my prostate. I must admit I groaned at that point, the finger stopped moving and withdrew. The doctor told me to stand up and again confirmed that everything appeared fine. One final test remained to be done, his tone was rather apologetic. He wished to see me walking to see if I had any back, knee or hip problems. Unfortunately his walking machine was out of action so he would need me to walk up the corridor and back so he could get an accurate picture of my gait. I went to say no way, but the look on his face reminded me that I still needed to have the medical successfully completed in order to keep my job. The doctor assured me that it would be very quick and no one would see me, so reluctantly I walked to the door and opened it peering round the corner to see if anyone was around. Thankfully no one was. He told me to walk casually to the lift door and back. I did so, with face burning in embarrassment and was immensely relieved to get back to the safety of the doctor's office. I was told that I could put my clothes back on and that I had successfully passed the company medical. I was now a fully fledged member of the company and the report would be given to my line manager by the end of the week. CHAPTER 2 -- JOB APPLICATION & INTERVIEW As I got up to leave the doctor asked me to wait a minute, he had something to give me which I night find of interest. My curiosity was aroused especially when I was handed an envelope with my name on it but he instructed me not to open it until I got home. He assured me it was absolutely genuine, his contact details were included inside so that I could call him to discuss the contents without needing to use the official channels. My first day at work felt like the longest day of my life, the work was boring but most of all my mind kept coming back to what might be in the envelope. My imagination ran wild and I came very close to opening the envelope in the company toilets but I managed to resist until I got home before tearing the envelope open. I sat at my kitchen table with my mouth agape; I could not believe what I was reading. It was an advert and this is what the advert said: "Are you outgoing, open minded, friendly, approachable, available at short notice and in need of extra cash? If so a career in medical modelling might be for you. Please call Dr. Baxter-Hendrick for further details and an application pack. What are you waiting for?" Well I started to laugh, it wasn't what I had imagined it to be but boy was I interested! I called the number on the advert and left a message on the doctor's voicemail asking for an application pack and further information to be sent to me. I was grateful that I didn't speak to him directly as I might just have changed my mind. Two days later I received the package and it looked all very corporate and professional. The job advertised would be based at the local medical university and the successful applicant would help the tutors with their lectures in various ways, mainly as a model but also in a practical way. The initial contract would be for seven weeks but if after this initial period both parties were satisfied with the arrangement then the contract would be made permanent. In view of the sensitive nature of the role and that the university was being very particular when seeking the right candidate intensive interviews would be held followed by a medical examination before the appointment could be confirmed. It emphasised that the salary was very generous and that an incentive scheme existed for successful completion of the contract. Not only that but lifelong free medical cover was also offered. I decided I had nothing to lose, certainly not the job I currently had which was extremely boring and one I was already growing to hate. This university post sounded much more interesting so I wasted no time in completing the application form and posted it back the next day. Oh how that week dragged, until the day I finally received the reply I had been hoping for, "Yes" I shouted. My application had been accepted and that I was being invited for an interview that weekend at the university. It said I should bring an overnight bag in case the interview overran on the Saturday and that the medical would be held on Sunday. If successful I would be starting on the following Monday. Wow that was fast moving I thought. I called Dr. Baxter-Hendrick to accept the invitation for interview. Saturday morning arrived; I was like a cat on a hot tin roof! I packed, unpacked and repacked my overnight bag -- how stupid, it was only an interview however well paid and interesting it might sound. Finally it was time to leave, my taxi had arrived, I slammed the front door shut and briskly strode to the waiting car. We arrived at the university early giving me plenty of time to explore the campus and get a feel for the place and the students within. I fell in love with the place and felt at home straight away, making me that much more eager to pass the interview, I couldn't bear the thought of walking away and going back to my dull job, ugh!! With butterflies in my stomach I approached main reception and told the receptionist that I had an interview with Dr. Baxter-Hendrick at 2.30pm. Ah yes, was the reply, that would be over in the main lecture theatre and I was given a visitors badge and directions on how to find it. Following the directions carefully (the campus is huge) I found the building; a very impressive modernist building covered in polished steel and mirrored glass. I was surprised to find controlled access on the front door, but in these days of terrorism I guess you can't be too careful. However on my approach the doors opened and a familiar face greeted me, Dr. Baxter-Hendrick; he smiled warmly and beckoned me in. He made small talk as he led me to the main staircase and we started to climb. I was slightly out of breath by the time we got to the top floor but Adam (as he insisted on being called) carried on talking without a pause. Laughing when he noticed my heavy breathing he promised this would be a thing of the past with all the facilities they have available, assuming of course I passed the interview. At the top of the stairs was a door with a "staff only" sign again with controlled access. Inside was a large open plan room which seemed to occupy the whole of the top floor. To my left was an area containing the usual office type furniture e.g. desks, computers etc. To my right was a lounge area with large leather sofas where two suited men were sitting chatting and casually observing my entrance. What caught my attention was straight in front of me; I can only describe it as being a pseudo consultation room with a wet room adjacent, but again all open plan. Before I could think any more about it Adam called the two men over and introduced me to them as Dr. Peter Miller (Head of Human Resources) and Dr Tom Wallis (Head of Student Services), they would be interviewing me in conjunction with Adam (Medical Advisor to the University). With the preliminaries over we walked over to a large oval table, me one side and the three doctors on the other side and the interview began. The position of "model patient" had arisen due to the expansion of the teaching faculty and its increasing success academically. However it was becoming a victim of its own success and the university was finding that its students were lacking practical experience and intimate hands on "knowledge" so they needed a person who would be able to facilitate the gaining of this valuable experience and knowledge. Adam had been tasked with finding suitable candidates and I had been shortlisted, there were five others also being considered (so I still had to impress them). Over the next two hours I was quizzed by all three of them assessing how I responded to possible situations, personalities and what would be expected of me along with the usual personal history questions. I must have ticked the right boxes because by the end of the interview all three seemed satisfied and were happy to announce that I had passed the initial interview. We had a short relief break, then I was informed that the compulsory medical examination would commence now as we had made good progress and they saw no reason to delay further. CHAPTER 3 -- INDEPTH SECOND MEDICAL I was warned that it would be intensive, possibly embarrassing but essential to assess if I would be right for the position. I was free to refuse any part of the examination but it would of course disqualify my application (which I was not going to do at any cost). Having done well during the interview, I felt confident that I could pass the next part with ease. Ignorance is bliss as they say! I was led over to the consultation area and was asked to strip down to my boxer shorts; Tom thoughtfully placed my folded clothes neatly on to one of the sofas. Peter and Tom sat down on two nearby chairs while Adam carried out the medical. Then while standing in front of the two men Adam carefully measured my physical statistics e.g. height, weight, muscle definition, fat levels, lymph glands and nerve responses etc. Peter then instructed me to remove my boxers, which I did without hesitation, having had to do so in my previous examination. Stepping over to a nearby desk, Adam opened a drawer and pulled out a metal bowl, a spoon and two glass screw top jars. He placed the bowl and one jar down on the desk top, then turning round with one jar and lid in his hands he asked me to provide a urine sample for him. "What, right now?" I asked. "Yes, please if you will." He replied. Well it took some concentration, but I managed to squeeze out half a jar for him, I wished that I had left a little in reserve when I'd had my relief break earlier on. The picking up the bowl, spoon and other jar he informed me he needed a stool sample. I went white, stammering "s-s-s-sorry, stool sample, w-w-why?" Adam's tone hardened and explained that they needed the sample to ensure that I wasn't harbouring any nasty bugs and the urine was to check that my kidneys etc were working fine. "Now, it's quite simple, all you need to do is squat down over this bowl, release a stool and that's all. So, come here and let's get on with it." Reluctantly I walked over to where he'd gestured, squatted down and tried to relax sufficiently to release a stool. I was so self-conscious with three pairs of eyes watching me all the time. Finally a chunk hit the pan, Adam said that was sufficient and gestured for me to stand again handing me some tissue to wipe myself clean before disposing of it into the bin. Adam then palpated my balls checking for lumps and any abnormalities. Seemingly satisfied with their findings they retreated to the interview area to write up their findings. Feeling somewhat at a loose end I sat down on the couch while I waited for whatever was to follow. When they eventually returned Adam asked me to follow them to the wet area where they would explain the next stage of the examination. They apparently needed to carry out an internal examination, okay I can cope with a finger up my hole but why in the wet area, why not simply on the couch? Seeing the puzzlement on my face Adam explained they had to be certain that I was in good physical both externally and internally, which required me to be "cleaned out". As my confused look was still evident Adam offered to help me with this task, which in my naivety I accepted with thanks. Adam led me over to the shower area having picked up a pot of Vaseline on the way. I could see a second shower hose with what appeared to be a butt plug attached to the end and became a little concerned when he picked it and started greasing it up. He explained that it had a hole at the tip through which tepid water could flow and demonstrated this fact by turning the tap on and once adjusted to a comfortable temperature poured some over my hands. Then he asked me to kneel down on all fours and to put my head on the floor, as a result my bum was raised and my hole felt very exposed! I heard him say relax and to follow his instructions, with that I felt the tip of the plug touch my anus and gently push into me. As it got to the widest point I began to feel the strain and started to flush red all over. Adam assured me that it was almost in and with that it sank past my ring which then gripped it tightly. Oddly it felt really good; being the first time any object larger than a finger had been up my arse. However the pleasant feeling didn't last long as the water flowing into me was making me feel very bloated. After what seemed an eternity Adam asked me to scoot over to the toilet, gently removed the plug and invited me to release to contents, I needed no second asking, a forceful jet of faeces and water filled the pan until no more came out. This whole process was repeated another three times until Adam declared he was satisfied with the cleaning out. Tom and Peter congratulated me on being so laid back with what was obviously a first for me. The three men indicated that I should join them in the consultation area and climb up onto the couch, again taking a position on all fours facing away from them. I heard the quiet snapping of rubber gloves being put on and guessed what was coming next. Sure enough, out the corner of my eye I saw Adam approach with a tube of KY lubing up his fingers. He again asked me to relax, this time they were going to be assessing the elasticity of my anus, why I don't know but I wasn't exactly in a position to question him. I felt a finger gently slide in, this time it was easier as I was more relaxed and had had it done before. It was withdrawn and then a second finger slid in beside it, not quite so easily but not uncomfortable either. They were withdrawn and then three fingers tried to gain entry. In they went but I was squirming with discomfort. Adam thanked me for my patience and asked Peter and Tom to join him as he thought he might have encountered a problem. Oh shit I thought I can't fail now, not when I was so close and had to endure the intrusions that I had. I was about to ask what was up when I felt Tom's fingers slide into me, his fingers must have been slimmer than Adam's because his three fingers felt okay but when he tried four I could relax no further. "Mmm" was his only comment. Then it was Peter's turn and his fingers were like sausages, I could only take two of his. I was asked to sit back down on the couch whilst they discussed their findings. When they returned Adam was carrying what appeared to be a long flexible torch, he asked me to lay on my side in a foetal position and then with Peter and Tom intently watching it was smoothly slid up my arse until Adams fingers were touching my hole, that had to be a whole 18 inches of tubing up my arse! Crikey! Whatever they were looking for they seemed satisfied. The torch was withdrawn and I was offered a towel to wipe myself clean. Time for a coffee break they declared. Becoming a Model Patient I followed them over to the lounge area, still naked, and drank coffee and making small talk as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Finally it was back to business and I was led back to the interview area where I was informed the interview and assessments were over. CHAPTER 4 - CONFIRMATION OF APPOINTMENT & BASIS OF SALARY Peter smiled at me and said that he was pleased to announce that I had successfully passed both the interview and the assessments. He went on to say how impressed the three of them were with how I had behaved during what must have been a very gruelling interview and assessment process. They would like to offer me the position of "Model Patient" providing of course I still wanted the job and that I am happy to sign the contract they had drawn up. I beamed with pride at the compliments and replied that while, yes it was the first time I had experienced the various activities it certainly hadn't put me off from applying for the job, if anything I was even more determined to be successful in the role considering what I had been through to get it! Peter reached into a draw and pulled out a folder containing the contract, job specification and salary details and pushed them over to me inviting me to read them carefully before signing the contract. Turning to the salary page I stifled a broad grin at what I read: 1st week - £100 per day 2nd week - £120 per day 3rd week - £140 per day 4th week - £160 per day 5th week - £180 per day 6th week - £200 per day 7th week - £220 per day Successful completion of the initial seven weeks will result in a 50% bonus being paid. Wow, I thought that would be a total of £8,400 cash in hand. Where else could I earn so much money so quickly and it would be totally legal? Reading on: After the successful completion of the initial seven weeks and it is mutually agreeable the contract will be made permanent and free life-time medical cover will commence. The annual salary will be £57,200 tax-free and paid in cash on a monthly basis. I cleared my throat and confirmed that the salary was most agreeable to me. I then went on to read the job profile. Job Title -- Model Patient Reports to -- Tom Wallis (Head of Student Services) Main Role -- Assist lecturers in promoting and facilitating the gaining of practical experience and intimate hands on "knowledge" of all medical students enrolled at the University. I thought this sounded rather vague and queried this with Tom. He replied that it was deliberately left like this because it was a new venture so the role would evolve with time, not only that but it would give the model greater flexibility when helping in lectures and at other times. That sounded fair enough to me. I then started to read the contract's terms and conditions: 1.Whenever the employee is on campus he is obliged to comply with all requests made of him by senior management including lecturers. In return no request will be made which will incur permanent physical harm. 2.The employee will treat staff and students with respect at all times, in return he will be treated with all due respect afforded to members of staff. 3.During lectures and other teaching scenarios the employee is obliged to comply with all reasonable requests made by students providing it does not contravene terms 1 & 2. 4.The employee shall maintain a professional attitude at all times to facilitate the increased learning of the students and success of the University as a seat of medical excellence. 5.The employee agrees not to divulge any information to the public unless expressly permitted by the University. 6.The employee has free access to any part of the University and use of its facilities to assist with terms 1 -- 4. 7.During the initial period the employee will undergo a medical at the end of every week. Once a permanent contract has been attained the medical will occur on a monthly basis. I couldn't see anything which caused me concern so I happily signed both copies of the contract. One was for me and the other was kept by Peter. All three men warmly congratulated me and welcomed me on board as a new recruit. It was only when I stood up to shake their hands did I realise that I was still naked! I laughed and said I guess I should get dressed now; Tom smiled and agreed before adding that it was great to see that I was relaxed and comfortable in my natural state especially as I had such a good physique. I blushed and walked over to where my clothes lay folded and started to dress. Peter came over and shook my hand again, said it was a pleasure to have met me and wished me every success for the future. Tom came over too and gave me a joining pack which gave me further instructions for the first day and that he looked forward to meeting me again on Monday. With that Adam led me out of the building and off campus before confirming that he would be overseeing my medicals mentioned in the contract. I found this reassuring as I had come to trust him and feel comfortable with his calm authority. I spent the rest of the weekend enjoying the spare time and preparing myself for my new job next week. CHAPTER 5 -- WEEK ONE - INDUCTION DAY Monday morning came all too quickly and before I knew it I was walking through the campus back to the lecture complex where I had been interviewed two days ago. I walked straight past the security desk waiving my temporary staff pass and waited where instructed in the main concourse. Within five minutes I was joined by three other guys who I discovered had also applied for the job and also successfully passed their interviews. We made small talk for a few minutes before Tom joined us and led us into a large meeting room on the first floor. Once inside Tom closed the door behind us, told us to make ourselves comfortable and help ourselves to tea and coffee etc. To break the ice we introduced ourselves and gave a brief resume about ourselves and our aspirations for the future as a model patient. First to introduce himself was Ethan, a slim clean shaven blonde guy in his early twenties. He had just graduated from university himself and was trying to pay his student loan off as quickly as possible. Next was Marc, a black guy, early forties, heavy set, close cropped hair with a goatee. Like me he had recently been made redundant and desperately needed the money to pay the mortgage and finance his children's education. Then came Tang, a petite Chinese guy around about the same age as myself who had simply applied for the job because he thought it sounded interesting. Lastly I introduced myself. Tom asked us if we had familiarised ourselves with the information pack he had given us, we all nodded that we had done so. He then went on to say "Do you have any questions? No? Okay then we'll begin with a tour of the campus and the facilities available to you as staff. After the tour you'll be meeting the media team who take all the photographs and videos for the team. Then you'll break for lunch before meeting with the media team again so that the course and publicity photographs can be taken." Wow I thought, no hanging around eh? Jump straight in, why don't we? I'm not complaining though, at least there's no time to get nervous. Tom's guide of the campus was actually very informative and he was really quite a funny guy, putting us at ease with little effort. By the end of the tour we felt that the five of us had been best buddies all our lives. It was probably late morning before we walked back into the meeting room; waiting for us was a group of nine men and women. The leader of the group was a middle aged lady called Fiona who headed up the media team; she introduced the rest of the group. They were by and large final year students at the neighbouring Art College who were looking to gain valuable experience in a realistic working environment. Ah I thought to myself, now I know why they look so young to me! Tom reassured us that they were highly professional and subject to the same respect and privacy clauses that we were because they would be with us all the way, so to speak. They seemed a friendly bunch and I thought we would all get along just fine. At lunch time we (the models) walked over to the canteen to have our lunch having been asked to return an hour later, this time we were to reconvene on the top floor in the main staff room (where I'd been interviewed on the Saturday). We chatted away, curious and excited about the afternoon, wondering what would be involved and were we to become famous film stars?! All too soon we made our way back to the lecture complex and walked up to the top floor and pushed the door open. Well, I didn't recognise the place. It had been transformed into a photographic studio, although the consultation and wet areas remained the same. Seeing our surprised expressions Brenda laughed commenting that we'd get used to the place as nothing stays the same from day to another!! She explained the first photo session would be as a group and then as solos wearing the University uniform (black trainers, black jeans, black polo shirt with the university logo on the left breast) in formal and informal poses. This was easy enough and the camera guys were a laugh and it passed all too quickly. Then we were asked to change into sports clothing which had been provided for us, again group and solo photos were taken. Finally, when we were just beginning to get bored with all the posing and we thought that must be it, Brenda wandered over and asked us to remove our clothing because they needed nude shots of us (I gulped) but before we could say anything she assured us it would be done very tastefully as this was for publicity, not pornography! Well, we all glanced at one another, none of us wanting to appear to be the reluctant one, so we quickly stripped and started posing for the camera again. When she was satisfied that she had enough material for her purposes, she said we could dress into the gym gear again and that the next shoot would take place in the gymnasium across the campus. Walking across the campus I felt like a star, with the film crew in tow following the four of us and Brenda, students stopped and stared for a moment before carrying on again. Brenda explained on route that she wanted the four of us to use the all of gym equipment in turn so that a video could be recorded and photos taken. If we thought we'd have the place to ourselves, we were very much mistaken, the gym was in normal use and we had to suffer the curious gazes of the other occupants. After a while I grew accustomed to their staring and took no notice of it. By the time I completed the whole circuit I was exhausted and sweating profusely, when I commented on it I was told not to worry as it will all add to the realism of the film. When we had all completed the circuits, Brenda gave us all pats on the back and congratulated for being 'naturals'. "Right then, time to get showered" she said, following us as we made our way to the shower area. There was a large sign at the entrance: WARNING: Filming will be taking place here at various times throughout the day, only use these facilities if you are willing to appear within the footage. Brenda instructed us to enter, strip naked chatting all the while, as a group walk into the showers and wash as you would normally do. No horseplay was to happen and we should interact as little as possible with anyone else in there. Once washing & rinsing is finished we were return towel dry and put on the clothes that would be provided. I was beginning to enjoy myself, exposing my body (which I'd always been quite proud of) to anyone who happened to want look at it. Surprisingly, despite the notice -- or perhaps because of it, the changing room and showers were busy, with many guys busy trying to watch without appearing to do so. However we managed to do the filming in one shoot and obeying all of Brenda's directions. The clothing we found on our return to the changing room were smart suits with shirt and ties, again all in the University's colours. We looked damned smart by the time we had finished dressing. Brenda told us we were to walk as a casual group starting at the main entrance to the campus all the way to the Lecture Complex, to enter, walk up to the security desk and that would be the end of the filming for that day. It was getting late and we were getting tired, so although it was a relatively simple task it took three takes to get the right casual ambience to the film. Finally we were finished and escorted up to the staff room on the top floor where we were met by Peter and Tom. They praised us for the patience we displayed today in what can be a frustrating task satisfying demanding media staff and the willingness to comply with all requests made of us. If we continued to maintain this attitude we would all succeed in passing the initial contract period. We beamed with pride. Tom asked if we had any questions at this stage, when we didn't come up with any, they thanked us again and said they would see us tomorrow when we would get to meet the students and start working for real. I said goodnight to Ethan, Marc and Tang before making my way home feeling mentally exhausted. CHAPTER 6 -- WEEK ONE -- GETTING DOWN TO WORK Tuesday morning and our team of four were bouncing with anticipation by the time we walked into the staff room, as expected Tom was waiting for us with a cheerful smile ready to outline our day ahead. Most of the day would be spent touring the campus going into all forty classes where our services will be provided. We will be introducing ourselves to the students with Tom outlining the role we would be playing in promoting their education. Sounded easy enough, although I felt nervous about having to talk about myself to a classroom full of students, not just once but forty times! Then if there was any spare time left we were free to use the gym if we wished to do so. Later on it would become a requirement that we regularly attended the gym. After the first couple of classes we got into the swing of it and our speeches were free flowing and more confident. Everyone was welcoming and seemed genuinely interested in how we would assist their studies. Most of the questions revolved around the filming yesterday, word sure got round fast! Tom fielded all questions on this subject, simply stating that they would find out soon. Unfortunately our timetable slipped, we managed to have a half hour lunch break but never got to use the gym, never mind there's always tomorrow. During the feedback session Tom again praised us saying we had done very well and the feedback he had received from his lecturers were positive and all thought introducing us into their classes next week would be a great idea. We replied that this was great news and that we were really looking forward to getting started properly next week. "Don't worry about next week." Tom replied smiling ever so slightly "There's plenty of work to do and experience to gain in the remainder of this week." Tom went on to explain that tomorrow (Wednesday) and Thursday mornings would be spent with the media team again, we would be having one to one sessions with them, then in the afternoon we were to report to the gym office and collect our personal training plans designed to increase our fitness, lose any excess weight we were carrying and generally buff our bodies up. There would be no need to report to the staff room until Friday morning unless we had any problems. With that he wished us good night and we went our separate ways home for the evening. Wednesday was a complete change of pace for me. I reported to main reception and having met up with the media guys as planned I spent most of the morning sitting before a camera and the interviewer asking questions about my life's experiences and aspirations; how I came to be working at the University; what I anticipated the job role to be like; what were my impressions of the University; did I feel the University was helping in the struggle to provide enough qualified medical staff for the UK; how far was I prepared to go in helping the University achieve its goals and so on. It didn't take me long to work out the direction the questions were going and how they wanted me to answer. I ended up saying that I was prepared to do anything to help the University as I had already come to love it and the students felt like my family. The interviewer grinned broadly and said what a great compliment that was for the Uni. As I sat outside enjoying a quick sandwich for my lunch I reflected on how strange it felt to have spent all morning without being told to take my clothes off! Once I felt refreshed I reported to the gym office and collected my training program and spoke to the gym instructor (Dave). He remembered me from the Monday filming session, we chatted briefly about that episode and how I was getting on in general while I quickly changed into my gym gear. Dave went through the program with me, showing me the equipment I needed to use and how to use them. Some students then came into the gym and indicated they needed to speak to him, so he apologised for having to go but promised he'd catch up with me later. After all the attention I had received this week it was good to have some time to myself while I went round the circuit taking my time to get the exercises correct and receive the most benefit from them. As I got to the last machine Dave returned and carried on chatting as if he'd never left and continued talking as he followed me into the changing rooms. I said I was going for a shower to freshen up, he said don't mind me and followed me in still talking. Boy could he talk for England! I didn't mind as he was a friendly, fit, good looking guy in his fifties and was laid back in his manner. Not only that, I remembered our contract and asking him to leave would be disrespectful and bad mannered. So there I was stark naked showering whilst discretely being ogled by the gym instructor. I guess the exhibitionist in me must have enjoyed it as I soon sported an erection without embarrassment, not even when Dave commented on the size of my cock. Showering over, I casually dried myself and slowly dressed, I was playing a game in my mind on how long I could hold Dave's attention. Forever apparently as he never let me out of his sight until I left the gym to go home. Thursday was easier as the media team wanted film me using the swimming and sauna facilities, this would be part of their promotion drive to increase the use (read as profitability) of the facilities as until now they were running at a loss. The same warning signs from Monday were up again; strangely the place was busier than usual according to Dave (he'd appeared as if by magic). Once the camera guy was ready to start filming I walked into the changing rooms accompanied by Dave. This time he was acting as my official guide and commentator for the film, his role was to sell the facilities while I provided the entertainment. Making sure that I behaved normally and ignored the camera totally I slowly undressed, folding my clothes up and placing them in a locker close by. I noticed that as I removed my boxer shorts the camera followed my actions, focusing on my behind as I bent down to pick the boxers off the floor and then on my swinging cock as I walked over and placed the shorts into the locker. As I was about to pull my Speedos on Dave diverted my attention as if to prolong my nakedness in front of the camera. After a few minutes he couldn't prolong it any further and allowed me to pull the Speedos up. Strolling into the pool area I noticed that although the pool was busy a lane had been reserved for my sole use. Dave suggested I swim a few lengths until they indicated that enough footage had been recorded. In the end I only needed to swim five lengths before I was invited to climb out, rinse off under the cold shower to rinse the chlorine off before going for a sauna. Becoming a Model Patient Dave explained that the saunas were single sex to prevent any shenanigans going on, so clothing was optional in this area. I decided to keep it realistic so I removed my Speedos (again noting the camera following my actions) but wrapped a towel around my middle for 'modesty' reasons as I walked into the sauna followed again by Dave and the camera guy. There were two other guys already in there, both wearing trunks as they'd seen the warning sign. Somehow whilst making small talk with them my towel managed to slip off me without me noticing and completely vanish, leaving me no choice but to carry on the session completely naked. Remembering my role here, I made no comment but I was beginning to suspect that these two guys could have been plants for the purpose of the filming. I quickly forgot about being naked and enjoyed the whole sauna experience (I made a note to myself to make sure I use these facilities whenever I had spare time as it was so relaxing). Eventually time was called on the session and I was free to take a shower and call it a day. I left having the distinct feeling that Dave would like to get to know me better if given the chance. I was looking forward to Friday morning as I hadn't spoken to Tang, Ethan or Marc since Tuesday, having only seen them fleetingly as our timetables had taken us in different directions and I was curious to know what they had been doing. I bounded up the stairs of the Lecture Complex to the top floor to find that the other guys were already waiting for me. Obviously they were as keen as me to see what would be happening today, the last day of our first week. The staff room was empty except for us, so we took the opportunity to make ourselves a coffee and catch up on our activities over the last couple of days, we laughed and joked so much that we didn't notice Tom, Peter and Adam enter the room. We all jumped at their good mornings, making them laugh too. Once pleasantries were over we all sat round the large oval table (where I'd originally been interviewed) and Tom began the review of the last four days. In brief they were very impressed with all four of us, we had shown outstanding professionalism and willingness to complete any task put in front of us. If we continued in the same way then we were destined to become very valued members of staff indeed. The Media Team had virtually finished compiling the first set of promotional videos for the University and the posters were with the printers at the moment. We would be offered first viewing before being released to the general public. We expressed our interest and amazement that we were going to be 'stars'. Well, first things first said Adam. There is the small matter of the weekly medical that you all need to pass before this week can be signed off as being complete and you get your first wage packet. We said fine, after all what else can happen that we haven't already experienced? Adam merely smiled. He explained that the purpose of the medicals were to check our general health, fitness levels and if any issues needed to be addressed from activities in the previous week. As this was the first week there should have been little change from the interview medical but the University needed to follow procedures all the same. Fair enough I thought taking care of our well being can only be for the good. "Right guys, who wants to go first?" Adam asked. Marc said he'd get it over with and set the pace for the rest of us, giving us a wink and followed Adam over to the consultation area. Tom and Peter gestured to us to follow them over to the lounging chairs nearby so that we would have an unrestricted view of the proceedings so we'd know what to do when it came to our turn. Adam asked Marc strip naked, which he did without hesitation. I could see why, boy, was he one hell of a beefy guy. Heavy set but mainly muscle, close cropped hair with a short goatee and only a smattering of body hair. What drew my attention was his large pendulous cock, it had to be about five inches long when soft and decently thick and sat above a decent pair of balls. As he removed his pants he gave them a tug to release them and set his cock bouncing. Mmm, yum yum I thought! Adam wasted no time in starting his measurements. First came blood pressure, heart rate, reaction tests, then he weighed Marc before measuring his muscles and testing his flexibility. On completion he asked Marc to turn round and bend over the couch, he did so using his elbows to support himself and closed his eyes in anticipation. Adam pulled on a pair of latex gloves and put a generous amount of lube onto his index finger. Gently he slid his finger up the exposed puckered hole, bringing a sigh from Marc's lips, feeling around before withdrawing it and asking Marc to turn around. He did so, revealing a massive hard on which had to be at least nine inches in length. Adam thanked him and asked him to rejoin us, but he was to remain naked for the time being. Ethan stood up as Marc approached, slapped him on the back before commenting "Well done big fella, I guess I'll go next." Ethan quickly stripped without being asked to revealing his slim youthful body, modest musculature and fine covering of blonde hairs. He initially covered his crown jewels before taking his hands away exposing a decent sized package. He stood to attention during the tests as if he felt a little awkward, when asked to turn around he seemed almost relieved to be facing away from us and in his eagerness he backed onto Adam's finger drawing a chuckle from the rest of us. On turning around he too sported a hard on of a decent six inches, again he was instructed to remain naked and to rejoin us. He gave me a bashful smile before swapping places with Tang. Tang went next, stripped slowly, folding his clothes neatly before turning around giving us a big grin which made us laugh. His virtually hair-free body made him appear younger than his thirty years but did show his six-pack off to perfection! Unfortunately (to my taste at least) he was not only petite in stature but also petite down below, even after the prostate examination. What he lacked in size he made up in personality and gave me a high five as I got up to take my turn. As I stood and removed my clothes I wondered what the others made of my appearance, what with the olive skin tones and black hair which covered most of my chest, arms and legs (but thankfully not too much on my back). I was quite proud of my package, it wasn't as big as Marc's but at least I came in second. Having a finger up my arse was nowhere near as embarrassing as walking back to group with a hard on bobbing with every step. Once I was sitting down Adam started to give his feedback on the examinations. Over all it was positive, we'd all started to show signs of losing excess weight but it was a little early to see any muscle building happening. Our health was good and showing no signs of stress etc. There was only one area of concern he had which was also shared by Peter and Tom. All four of us were displaying signs that our anal ring muscles were tighter than they should be and would almost certainly cause us significant problems in the coming weeks if nothing was done to rectify the situation. We looked non-plussed and asked him to elaborate. Adam looked up from his report and flipped through it until he found the page he was looking for. He said that I was only 27% flexible as I need to be, Ethan was 17%, Tang 13% and Marc only 10%. These figures were very worrying and put the whole project at risk. Shit we said in unison, what could we do to help? Peter took over from Adam, saying that as observers they were unable to recommend a suitable course of action but they did have a muscle development specialist they could call in for guidance provided we were prepared to follow whatever his recommendations were. Hell yes, we agreed, our new found careers were at risk. Fair enough, Peter nodded confirming he would set the ball rolling and that we could take a relief break for fifteen minutes while we waited for the specialist to arrive. Fifteen minutes later as we waited expectantly, Dave entered the staff room to all of our surprise. Looking at the shock on our faces Peter explained that Dave is a specialist in all muscles of the human body so we were in very capable hands and that we were to follow his instructions to the letter if we were to overcome this serious problem. Dave asked us to follow him to the wet area (uh oh I thought, I've been here before) explaining that if he was going to be able to accurately analyse the problem and provide us with a solution then he needed a clean hole to work with. He said he knew that we had already met the hose and hollow butt plug before so didn't need us to explain its workings to us, the only thing he wanted to know was did we want him to clean us out or would we work on each other. The latter would be preferable as it would be good team building and we would learn to trust and appreciate one another. Good point I thought, so I offered to go first and asked Marc to clean me out. Tang asked Ethan to clean him out and I cleaned Ethan. Marc seemed reluctant but then Tang's gentle manner won him round and we finally got to see that muscled butt raised up in the air with a hose coming out of it. Once we were all done and towelled off, Dave asked us to climb up onto one of the sofas. Our knees were to be on the seat and chests resting on the back in doing so presenting our four rears to him in a row. Peter, Tom and Adam wandered over and perched on a nearby table watching the proceedings intently. With latex gloves already on, Dave walked up behind us and carefully applied lubricant to all our holes. Then telling us to push backwards, he inserted first one finger, then two and if possible three fingers to establish our anal elasticity. With Marc he only managed one and that was with difficulty. When he commented on this, Marc turned his head and said "What do you expect? Up until this week I've never had anything up there." He performed this test twice before seeming satisfied with his findings and walked over to the three men to give them his recommendations. Once we'd wiped ourselves clean and sat back down with the others Dave summed up his findings for our benefit and what exercises he recommended for each of us. With Marc he said he had no option but to take things slowly, he recommended using butt plugs at least twice per day, starting off small before working up to larger sizes. With Ethan and Tang as they were a little more developed he recommended a similar routine but this time it would be using dildos. Lastly with me, I could use either of these tools but he thought I would make faster progress if he used digital stretching on me, did I have any objection if he carried this out? It would keep things more professional and there couldn't be any claims of a conflict of interest if Adam did it. Put it that way how could I object, plus I liked Dave so it was no problem as far as I could see. Peter concurred with this idea as Tom, Adam and he needed to remain impartial observers when recording our progress. So that was settled then. As it was nearly lunchtime Tom suggested we get dressed, have something to eat and be back in the staff room an hour from now. Over lunch we discussed the morning events and how we felt about it, I couldn't believe how laid back Marc was considering he was straight and had children. I quizzed him about this, he simply said he was comfortable with his sexuality; the money was too good to pass by; he enjoyed showing off his body and he didn't care if the eyes watching were male or female. Fair enough, I thought. On returning to the staff room, we did a double take as we looked at the oval interviewing table. There was a huge selection of butt plugs and dildos neatly standing in groups according to size and width. Dave beckoned us over and explained he'll be selecting the ones we needed for our exercises (including me). He told us to strip again and assume the position on the sofa again, we must have looked a picture -- four raised bums in a row. I felt my hole being lubed up and the head of a dildo briefly being inserted then removed. Then another one pushed in, this time a little bigger, again it was withdrawn and the final one was inserted. It was uncomfortable but at least it was taken out again straight away. Dave indicated I could get up, take hold of the three dildos he'd given me and sit down while he deals with the other three guys. I was impressed with the length of the dildos, they were at least twelve inches long and even the smallest was wider than my own cock, the largest was wider than my wrist! I watched as Ethan and Tang were fitted with their dildos, it was so erotic that I quickly sported a hard on much to Dave's amusement. When Ethan and Tang were finished they sauntered over to me showing their trophies. We commented on the fact they had six dildos each: three were six inches in length and the other three were the same length as mine, they varied in width but their largest ones were about the same width as my middle sized dildo. We then watched in awe as Dave worked his magic on Marc's hole, managing to get several butt plugs of increasing size into it before having to admit defeat on a medium sized one. "Ok big guy, that's enough for now." Dave announced. With a groan Marc stood up and stretched, sporting a semi-hard on which made me raise an eyebrow. Dave gave Marc four butt plugs, one of which was bigger than he'd managed to take today. Dave provided us all with gym bags to keep the butt plugs and dildos safe along with a can of Crisco each. Giving us a serious look he asked us to use the equipment at least once per day and to treat our bodies with respect, never pushing them beyond their limits and to make sure we cleaned ourselves out thoroughly beforehand. He also suggested that the best time to do it would be when we got home after having completed our exercise regimes because our bodies would be more relaxed and accepting of the intrusions. Turning to me, he said that I am to report to his office after my exercises where he will administer the digital stretching there. He reminded us that our efforts and achievements would be assessed in our next medical the following Friday. Tom entered the staff room, nodding a greeting to us and asked Dave if he was finished with us. Dave confirmed that he was. Tom informed us that we were now free to go and enjoy an early finish, make the most of it he joked -- it will be the last for a few weeks. He then handed us each a brown envelope containing £500 cash asking us to be in the staff room on Monday morning nice and early so he can outline our timetables for the week ahead. Thanking him we dressed and made our exit having put our pay packets in a safe place. I wished the other guys farewell and headed home for a chill out weekend. CHAPTER 7 -- WEEK TWO -- ANATOMY CLASS Monday morning already, and here I was again waiting in the staff room with the other guys comparing notes on our respective weekends and how quickly it had passed. We had put our gym bags into our lockers for use later on today. Right on time Tom walked briskly into the staff room and joined us with a cheerful smile. "Welcome to the beginning of your second week and this is where your real work starts, up to now it has just been preparation and assessing your aptitude and willingness to accept new challenges (which we're very satisfied with at present)." He said in a matter of fact tone. He gave each of us a timetable; each day would be basically the same except for Friday when we would have the compulsory medical. This was my time table: Monday to Thursday: 9.00 -- 12.00 Anatomy class, 12.00 - 13.00 Lunch, 13.00 -- 16.00 Anatomy class, 16.00 -- 17.00 Exercises in Gym, 17.00 -- 18.00 Digital stretching Friday: 9.00 -- 12.00 Anatomy class, 12.00 - 13.00 Lunch, 13.00 -- 16.00 Anatomy class, 16.00 -- 18.00 Medical It seemed simple enough; although I was slightly apprehensive I was reassured by the fact that we had already met the students so they would exactly be total strangers. All too soon it was time for us to go to our classes, we had a group hug and wished each other good luck and we'd meet up again at lunch time. I walked down the stairs to the second floor, along the corridor to the main lecture theatre doors and knocked briskly on the door. Upon hearing a "come in" I stepped inside to face a room full of expectant students and the lecturer bouncing over to greet me and warmly shaking my hand. He introduced himself as Neil and understood that this was my first class as a model patient, so he would be gentle with me which drew a chuckle from the students. Turning to the class he announced "This gentleman is Joseph and as already explained he will be helping us demonstrate the physical and practical aspects of medical practices. This lesson with be covering anatomy and utmost respect is to be shown to Joseph throughout." I was beginning to relax when Neil said "Right let's begin then, Joseph would you please remove your clothes and stand on the platform to the right of the whiteboard." Taking a deep breath, I smiled briefly at Neil and calmly stripped naked placing my folded clothes on a vacant chair near the door. Walking across the front of the class I tried to ignore the stares of the student, I stepped up on to the platform and taking an upright but relaxed stance I faced the students. Neil was in the process of selecting students who needed extra help in remembering the physical structure of the human body. For the next couple of hours I had a procession of students walking up to me pointing to various muscles, tendons, ligaments all over my body. Very quickly I forgot I was the only naked person in the room and the students grew accustomed to it rapidly too. Finally the last student sat back down and Neil said that he had only two areas left to be covered before lunch, one being the anus and the other being genitals. I quietly gulped to myself. Neil asked me to get down on all fours, put my head on the floor and raise my bum up in the air exposing my hole to everyone. He then explained the function of the anus and that the anus was a ring of muscle which could contract and relax at will. He also reminded them that it was through the anus the prostate gland could be examined (by touch). I heard a scraping of chairs and I realised that he had gestured that the first row of students were to come down and take a closer inspection of my hole. Neil asked my permission for him to lubricate my hole and to allow the students to explore my rectum if they wished to. Remembering the terms of the contract, what else could I say? I said sure, be my guest. With that I felt a liberal amount of lubricant applied to my hole and also inside, thankfully I'd decided to have a clean out before I left home this morning! I felt the first finger hesitantly touch my hole making it quiver reflexively, Neil told the student not to be scared and carry on, the finger then pushed in and started feeling around until it found my prostate and then withdrew. The novelty soon wore off; one finger was much like another except for the occasional one which tried to go deeper or a second one entered too. At long last Neil invited me to stand exposing my raging hard on, well what was to be expected having had all attention paid to my hole? In response to the gasps and stifled sniggers of the students Neil explained that this was a common side effect of anal examinations. As I was so turned on Neil said "Perhaps you would like to demonstrate ejaculation to the students?" I was so embarrassed but as he said I was rather turned on so in only a matter of minutes I shot a load all over the nearest student causing a cacophony of hysterical laughing and a smile from Neil.