The Exam

Part 1

The Exam ~ Parts 1
By Jarron Greene

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David stood under the shower letting the hot water run down his smooth tight
body. Man, it felt good. He raised his arms and the spray hit his almost
hairless pits, then down his over his broad pectorals, around his lean waist and
straight onto his long uncut penis. He was definitely hung like a 21-year-old,
not like the high school kid that he was. The water poured down the shaft and
off the covered head, creating another spray. He soaped up his upper body,
rubbing his chest and abs, letting the soap roll over his tan skin. He lowered
his hands down to his long cock, washing his fat tool. He was so proud of his
big tool, and it was the envy of every dude in the locker room. David would
watch their eyes as he walked bareassed through the dank musty weight room
toward the showers. He would flip his towel over his broad shoulders and parade
past his teammates and the coaches. He could feel the big meat flopping from
thigh to thigh; the head actually making a sound as it "THWAPPED" his muscular
legs. The guys who weren't as well equipped would stare, some actually slack
jawed, at the floppy dong.  He liked showing it off to the guys and to the
coaches who weren't as hung as he was. Everyone said that he should be an actor,
but he scoffed at that notion. Waaaaay to faggy for a guy like him, he believed.

But today at home, in his private bathroom shower there was no one to watch him.
Before he knew it, his cock was standing straight up and the foreskin had pulled
back revealing a big purple head. He rubbed his soapy hands around the tip and
moaned accidentally aloud. His thoughts were all about his girlfriend Cindy, how
she looked at him when he stripped for her and flexed his taut tan body for her.
She liked to look at him naked and she liked to keep him that way for hours,
making him do sit-ups and pushups until he was soaking wet, and exhausted. She
got off on making him work like a horse for her. She wouldn't, however, let him
fuck her. He would kneel in front of her, naked and humiliated, begging to stick
his oversized young tool into her. Sweating and raw from exercising, he would
plead, almost to the point of tears, for her to just touch it. She would just
point and laugh at his donkey dong standing straight out. Then maybe just maybe,
she might let him masturbate onto a small rag she put on the floor for him. When
he would be allowed to cum, the spooge shot out of his dick in huge white gobs
and she would giggle and tell him to get dressed. She liked watching the sweaty
animal beat his tool. Poor David had no idea that Cindy had a video camera
stashed above her bookcase and filmed him for hours. She was saving the film for
just the right time, for the ultimate pay back. Several months earlier David had
drunkenly attacked her cousin at a party, only to get of scott free with the
help of some expense lawyers. It had taken almost a year, but she gained David's
trust and made herself indispensable and irresistible. Now he was following HER
orders. Although, she hated having the dumb-shit jock touch her, it would be
worth every repulsive moment. If he only knew... 

But for now, he just stroked his cock, soaped up and ready to shoot. Man, it
felt good to pump his long tube. His eyes were shut under the hot shower and he
was oblivious to the bathroom door opening quietly.

"David...get out of there! We have to be at the doctor's in 20 minutes!" It was
his dad, standing outside the shower curtain. David turned in the shower to face
the wall in case his dad opened the curtain, "I'll be right out," he answered
back.

"OUT NOW!" his old man yelled. The older man had not patience for the boy
anymore. His attitude was abhorrent and now his grades were dropping, also and
after the episode with the girl that had screamed "rape", David was getting
close to a permanent grounding. He could see his father's silhouette through the
plastic curtain, was he actually tapping his foot?

"Gimme a minute to rinse off. Please?" he shot back. David looked down at his
oversized cock still standing straight up. He couldn't cum now, there wasn't
enough time. He only needed a few more seconds. Man, he never had any privacy;
he couldn't even have 10 minutes to beat...

The curtain ripped back and open. David's hands shot to cover his bone, and as
his palms rubbed the head, the milk flew out of the top spraying the wall and
hips bucked back and forth. What was he doing? Cumming in front of his old man? 
He couldn't control it; the spooge just kept shooting out. Shit, he could even
hear it hitting the shower wall! The last drops ran down his shaft and his dad's
workpants. Then he looked up at his dad, like a beaten puppy.

"What the fuck is that?" his dad yelled. "Can't you keep your hands off it?" he
demanded. His dad grabbed him by the biceps and yanked him out of the shower.
"Just because you got that big tool, you think you are a man?" he asked.

"No Sir," he answered humbly. His Father could only think of how Dr. Blume would
fix alot of these problems.

"Get to your room and get dressed. We are going to be late for your physical.
Now march!" Almost completely naked and wet, David walked down the hall toward
his bedroom. His hardon was still fat and floppy, bouncing from thigh-to-thigh
and making that audible "WHACK" he always heard in the locker rooms. Beads of
semen still fell off the tip. He had never been so fucking humiliated. The face
towel his Dad had handed him didn't even cover his bag or his cockhead. He
walked past his little sister's room and could hear her and the other 9-year-old
girls giggling at him.

When he got to the room, he was stunned as she stood next to his dresser mating
socks. "MOM, what are you doing in here?" he shouted. Her eyes immediately went
to his crotch, "your penis is nothing I haven't seen plenty of times," she
replied, "are you sure that you are still washing it like i taught you to?" This
was all too much for the boy.  Not only was staring at him, talking about his
manhood AND she had laid out his clothes on the bed. The clothes that she chose
for him; a ripped t-shirt that barely covered his navel, old baggy jeans that
sagged so low his little blonde bush sometimes showed, and a pair of ripped
briefs. He reached for a better shirt on the bureau and she jumped in, "No, I
don't like that one as much as this tee..." she acted so sweet and concerned,
"so just put it on and don't question me." He felt 9 years old.

She put away the other shirt and watched as her teen son gave up yet another of
his options and pulled the old shirt over his head, the movement causing his
towel to fall off and onto the floor.  Reaching for it, she picked it up and
folded it, leaving him with a shirt that barely covered his abs and his long
uncut hose flopping around. With her intense staring, he dressed quickly;
pulling his briefs up and trying to stuff his oversized teen dick into the
tightey-whiteys. He desperately needed new shorts, as his long foreskin was
hanging through one of the holes. He pulled up his jeans, put on his ball cap,
and walked downstairs, where his dad was waiting.

The old man looked pissed and he obviously wanted to continue their "little
discussion" in the car. "What are we gonna do with you, boy?" his old man asked.
"You can't be pleasuring yourself all the time." His dad stared at him straight
on. David's face was beet red, he had never been caught before and since he only
masturbated when he absolutely had to, this was the worst. He went to bed with a
hardon and woke up with a hardon, rarely touching it. He was proud that his sack
was so full and swollen, he liked looking at his huge baby-makers hanging down,
filled with spooge.

"No sir, it won't happen again," he promised. "You're damn right it won't happen
again," his dad shot back. "To make sure it doesn't, you'll be taking showers
with your Mom or I monitoring you. If we aren't available, then your sister or
your brother will be watching. One of us will also be with you every moment that
you are in the house. Also, until further notice, you will be sleeping on a cot
in his room for a few weeks."

"YOU'RE KIDDING!" David yelled. This was unreal, this couldn't be happening! "NO
I AM NOT, boy" his dad hollered back, "you want me to tell your poor mother what
I saw today? It would kill her. She knows you got that big dick, but she doesn't
need to know that you beat it, 24-7."

"But...Dad I...no sir," David said just giving in; staring at the floor,
suddenly embarrassed just for having a big cock. "Good, then it's settled, now
get in the fucking car," his Dad answered. "Maybe we'll have to ask your doctor
what he thinks about you playing with yourself like a dumb animal. Huh, boy, are
you a monkey? Are you???" David could only stare straight ahead.

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David was scared to death during the long drive to the Doctor's office. He felt
as if his Dad was driving slowly on purpose, knowing that his son was nervous
about meeting the new doctor. David's old physician has moved to Florida a month
ago and turned his practice over to a new group of physicians. David had always
felt comfortable with Dr. Greene; the man had watched him grow up from a skinny
boy into a strong, well built youth. He had given the boy physicals from junior
high up to high school. He volunteered at the school and had seen more naked
dudes than any coach. He was always gentle and non-threatening when he examined
David, understanding how uncomfortable the boy must feel being completely naked
in front of the older man. He would look up and down at the boy admiring what a
muscular young man he had become over a few years. The boy had one of the
biggest penises he had seen on a ball player, and often he stared at it when
David wasn't looking. It just hung off of him, like a hose lying across one leg
or resting on the table when David would sit with his big thighs spread. Dr.
Greene respected his boys and only kept them naked for as long as they had to
be; understanding their shame. If their dicks got hard by accident, he would put
a paper towel over their young hardons, and reassuringly telling them it was
perfectly natural. Yes, David had always felt comfortable in his hands.

This time was going to be different.

David hadn't met Dr. Blume before and had heard only bad things about him. His
teammates had had their physicals with him and told stories about how he kept
the guys waiting naked for hours, while nurses came in and out of the room. How
he would ask embarrassing questions about the boys and their privates, then
relaying the answers to their parents. How he would examine them TOO closely,
spending too much time on the crotches. Almost as if he was trying to publicly
humiliate them.

Now it was David's turn. Today would alter his life.

Father and son pulled into the parking lot and they walked slowly into the
office. David was shuffling his feet and lagging behind his Dad. "Hurry up
Donkey Dong," his Dad ordered, using the nickname that David has come to dread.

The office was surprisingly empty with only 2 Mothers & their daughters. Then he
turned and saw his best bud, Mike Kinsey, who was seated with his own father.
The two jocks quietly nodded to each other. Their dad's shook hands and they all
sat down near each other. David hadn't expected to see his buddy waiting in
line, too.

The boys had grown up together and were closer than blood brothers. They worked
out together, partied together, and even banged that dumb chick together. That
stunt had cost their folks a bundle. No matter what the amount though, they
thought that night was pretty funny. The dumb girl was screaming and crying, and
Mike was yelling into her face "BOO HOO YOURSELF, YOU DUMB WHORE!!" David had
never seen his bud so drunk and angry. Mike just kept hitting her and laughing.
The evening wasn't complete until they had driven her into the woods and dumped
her beaten and spent. She woke up 4 hours later, wearing only a tequila bottle
in her snatch and the word 'CUNT' written on her tits, in lipstick. Just more
high school pranks, the studs believed.

As far as looks went, Mike Kinsey was the exact opposite of David, with dark
wavy hair and a slight fur on his young pecs, the two guys did have similar
builds though, and their cocks were equally as big, except that Mike was
circumcised. They knew that they were the two hottest dudes in school and
destined for a cool university, and would probably pledge the same frat, getting
their naked rear-ends beat in line next to each other.

But for now they were simply scared. Neither of them knew what to expect.

"Mike Kinsey?" the nurse called out from behind the window. Mike rose and walked
through the door to the examining rooms and Dr. Blume waited on the other side
smiling and guiding the kid to go into Room #2. The Dr. looked evil. Tall and
balding with a big beard, more muscular than David had expected. He looked very
no-nonsense and almost MEAN.

"Are you Mr. Kinsey?" the doctor asked. Mike's dad nodded and the Dr. replied by
motioning for him to join them. The older man walked through the door and they
were gone. David noticed a bulge in the man's pants. Was that a hardon? Nah, it
couldn't be, that wouldn't be right. But it looked big and it was sticking out
an awful lot. Nah, it couldn't be.

20 minutes later the nurse opened the door, and for a brief moment David could
swear he heard female laughter. She called for David to come in and he got up
slowly. His father rose behind him and walked with him.

"Dad, what are you doing?" he asked. "I am going with you, you'll never remember
anything he says...you dumb ass," he replied firmly. The kid didn't have a
choice in the matter. He would have his physical in front of his Dad, for the
first time in years.


The nurse walked into the examining room behind them. "You can sit on this
chair," she said motioning to the older man. David's Dad sat down and looked at
his boy. He was proud of the boy, proud of his musculature, proud of how tall,
blond and handsome he was. He was even proud of how hung the punk was. He knew
that the boy had been beating off in the shower and he knew the kid rarely
touched himself, only when he absolutely had to cum. He would peek into his
son's room in the middle of the night and see the kid sleeping naked, his
oversized penis standing straight up, begging for attention. The foreskin peeled
back, exposing the mushroom head, often a glint of glistening precum leaking
from the top. He knew that the punk almost never beat off, but he got an odd
thrill out of asking him and embarrassing his with questions about masturbation.
However, with the new showering and sleeping arrangements, David wouldn't even
have a chance to touch it. His wife was vehement about her son NOT achieving,
even if the "women" of the house had to take over and monitor the boy.

"You can strip," the nurse said to David, "naked." He looked shocked. "Naked?"
he asked. She sat down in the other empty chair and opened the jock's file,
"well of course," she answered smugly.  He took off his hat and handed it to his
father, then peeled his shirt up and off also handing it to his Dad. The nurse
stared straight at the kid, adding to his embarrassment. He kicked off his shoes
and pulled down his jeans handing the worn denims to his old man. Now he stood
in his briefs. He could feel a draft through the holes in them, one on his right
ass cheek and one near the head of his meat. He gulped, swallowed loudly and
looked at his father with pleading eyes. The old man had been in the army for
years and saw the nurse's presence as purely medical; she wasn't a woman, she
was a trained professional just doing her job. Although privately he knew that
Dr. Blume's staff had some strange tactics. These "techniques" were the points
with which his lawyer had convinced he and Mr. Kinsey.

"Everything, and NOW, little man," she said, her eyes narrowing in on his
underwear. This kid certainly looked dumb to her.

David put his fingers in the waistband of his shorts and lowered them down past
his hips, exposing his small blonde bush and then the base of his cock, he
picked up momentum and pulled them down past his knees, over his ankles and
stepped out of them. Quickly he stood up and held them in front of his exposed
equipment. His body turned red with embarrassment and beads of sweat broke out
on his forehead.

"Hand them to your Father, boy" she firmly stated. This is a no-nonsense bitch,
he thought.  David's dad reached out and yanked them from the kid, leaving his
son completely naked in front of the woman. David's hands quickly went to cover
cock and balls; he was too stupid to realize that the last 3 inches of his dork
and sack were still exposed.

"Don't even bother," the nurse said. "I see about 20 of those things a day" she
added, motioning to his oversized prick. "Yes ma'am," the boy responded. Did he
actually say "ma'am"?He was actually scared and was now glad that his Father had
accompanied them.

Just then the door opened wide and the Doctor entered. "Well, its good to see we
have started" he joked, pointing at the naked punk. He shook hands with David's
dad and ignored the naked kid. "Has the boy been weighed, nurse?" he asked. She
shook her head and motioned for David to follow her. He looked at his Dad
pleadingly, but his father said, "Go with her, boy." 

"Out there...in the hall?" the terrified boy said. She fired back with "unless
you want to drag the scale in here?"

David slowly walked out of the exam room and toward a lit room at the end of the
hall. He paused outside of the room Mike had walked into and froze in fear. On
the table, his buddy lay stripped naked and exposed. The kid's hands and feet
were locked into stirrups at either end of the table and the poor kids' hips
were buckled down. His legs were bent and spread wide, exposing his equipment to
the whole world. There was some kind of rubber rope wrapped around the kids' low
hangers, and his cock was standing up; rock hard and covered in a slimy paste.
"What were they doing to him? What kind of examination was he being subjected
to? Why was the kid's father just sitting there and not saying anything? How
could he let his son be subjected to this? Oh shit," David thought, "was that a
rubber hose coming out of Mike's cock?" The condom on his dick had a hole in the
tip to allow for the tube to hang out. And his buddies' poor asshole was
completely exposed with a thermometer sticking out, as if he were a child. To
complete his humiliation, an 8-year-old girl stood peeking in the door.  David
heard her Mom whisper; "It's called an erection, honey, see how funny it looks?"
The staff didn't even have the decency to keep the door closed. David gave him a
weak smile, but Mike just stared blankly, his eyes filled with tears. Davis
certainly cared for his bud; however, right now he was more concerned with his
own dignity.

"Move it," the nurse ordered. She grabbed David by the arm and walked him naked
to the room where the scale was. It was also the room where the other nurses,
both male and female were having lunch.  The crowd of about 5 people stopped
talking and stared at the stripped young jock. His hands immediately went to
cover his crotch.

"Don't bother punk," one of the male nurses said, standing up in a threatening
manner. The guy was huge and looked like a bodyguard than a nurse. He stood
behind David, pulling the boy's arms behind him, to correct the jock's posture,
which in turn meant forcing his dick even further out. The male nurse spoke, "he
is 6 foot tall, and weighs 187 pounds, all muscle it seems," this dialogue was
causing the girls at the table to giggle. The nurse took a tape measure from his
pocket, and held it around David's small waist. "29 inch waist, 17" biceps, and
a 44 inch chest," he said to the other male nurse, who wrote the details down
accordingly. Then he grabbed David's fat cock, noting that it measured 7.75
inches, flaccid.

"Now, get back in the room," he ordered to the boy, "and don't give the girls
anymore hard times, or you'll have to deal with me!" What hard times, David
wondered? He had been a good boy, he believed. As they exited the room, David
glanced at one nurse, who looked surprisingly familiar. Everything would be
changing for this rich prick very shortly, Jim thought.

The nurses walked him back down the hall past Mike's examining room and into his
own. He didn't bother to peek into his buddies' room, as he was afraid of what
he might see. He heard, though, a few audible yelps emanating from it. He didn't
want to see his teammate spread out like a knocked up cunt, humiliated and
exposed in front of strangers. Had he looked into the room, however, he might
have run from the building. His teammate, best friend, and co-conspirator was
not in good shape.

Not in very good shape, at all.

The doctor was waiting and took the boy's chart from Samantha, the nurse, and
she left without shutting the door. "Well, up on the table kid," the Doctor
said. The young jock hopped up onto the table and sat with his leg spread, balls
resting on the waxed paper cloth, and his vulnerable dong hanging over them.

"You have a good looking boy here," the Doctor said to David's dad, smiling.
"Strong build, broad shoulders, big cock, hefty testicles," the Dr. added. His
Dad agreed saying "The boy is going to make some woman real happy," as he looked
him over closely. David couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was this guy for
real? No one had ever talked about him like a piece of meat before, like a farm
animal up for auction. His whole body turned red in shame and he began to sweat
again. He looked to his father for some kind of support or defense. The man
merely sat there, smiling and nodding at the doctor, "That thing is a big part
of his problems," he added.

"Well...don't worry...I have seen plenty of kids who have had trouble
controlling their genitals. It's truly disgusting that they play with themselves
all day. So we'll work out a program for the boy, and in 6 months he'll have a
whole new attitude," the Doctor replied. Again, his dad simply smiled and
nodded.

David felt a brief relief as his Dad chimed in with, "his coach works him hard
every day and wants him to get into Jr. bodybuilding soon. He gets fed
nourishing food, does chores at home and doesn't date around. We keep him real
focused." David was incredulous; he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The
young blonde surfer-jock, sat slack jawed wondering how could they talk about
him like this.

The Dr. took his stethoscope to the boy's smooth chest and began placing it all
over his warm skin. David's nipples hardened against the touch of the icy cold
metal. He felt as if his whole body was shivering, as if the room was slowly
turning colder. Even his sack tightened up, almost like he was in danger.

"Are you nervous, boy?" the Dr. asked. "Are you ashamed of something...boy?" the
man kept referring to him as a "boy" and he hated it, because he prided himself
on his manhood! "No," the kid mumbled. His father jumped in immediately, "NO,
WHAT?" he corrected. "No Sir." David was humiliated.  

To work up the kid's heartbeat, the Dr. had him do a series of jumping jacks and
then made him in place. Within a few minutes he was covered with a film of
perspiration. He was completely embarrassed; bouncing around like that, with the
sweat now pouring off of his body and his big cock and balls swinging wildly in
front of him without support. Man, his nuts hurt and he were starting to
understand the curse of having low hangers. He was used to wearing a jock and
this was very different and very painful. All the while, the Dr. was asking his
dad questions about his medical history. When he was finished the Dr. continued
to check his heart and lungs with the stethoscope.

"Now lay back on the table, we have to take your temperature," the poor kid knew
what was coming next, yet he had no choice. "Lift and bend your legs into these
stirrups," the Doctor finished. Again, David complied. He was now in a very
scary position. The female nurse came back in with the big male nurse and they
stood at the foot of the table talking to the Dr. as if nothing were wrong.

"Jim," the Dr. said to the male attendant, "could you lift the boys testicles up
and out of the way, please." "David," the Dr. continued. "Spread your legs apart
a little more, NOW...farther...farther...okay."

Jim roughly grabbed the boy's sack, pulling it away from his body and held it
high for all to see, tightening his grip on the bag and holding his nuts until
they were shiny. The female nurse dipped an oversized thermometer into a jar of
Vasoline and twisted it around. She removed the glass tube and smeared the
grease down the length of it with her gloved hand.

"Please insert it into its' rectum, Samantha" the Dr. requested. David couldn't
believe his ears. Did the doctor really say "its", instead of "his"? The male
nurse lifted his balls father away from his body and the female slathered his
tight hole with the grease, even sticking her middle finger into the boys
wrinkled opening. He jumped and let out a sound similar to that of a wounded
animal.  Then she shoved the thermometer deep into David's tight ass and he let
out a loud another yelp. The sadistic male nurse asked the Dr. if he wanted the
boys "sack" tied or duct taped up and out of the way, and the Dr. replied with a
firm, "No let it go for now, Jim." "DUCT TAPE," David thought, "what kind of
fucked-up place is this?" He looked at his father in fear and hoping the man
would save his ass, again.

The male nurse continued holding the jock's scrotum tightly and the Dr. asked
David's Father if his son ejaculated often. The kid couldn't believe what he
heard! He was asking him a question like this in front of his dad, a strange
man, and a woman!

"A-A-About once a week sir," the boy replied, humiliated.

The Dr. disapprovingly shook his head at the kid, "is that from masturbating,
nocturnal emissions, or intercourse with a male or female?" he demanded. "Wet
dream, sir" the kid replied.

"Yea, right.... Donkey Dong...." his Father chuckled. God, David hated his
nickname. "Don't believe him Doc. He must beat that ugly hose about 3 times a
week. That's what his Mother has told me she hears and don't even ask about the
stained SHEETS!" His father laughed and reminded everyone that he had 'caught"
his son just an hour earlier in the shower. The Doctor looked at David's Father
and said, "Maybe we can break him of that? Does he have any other family at home
to work on this with us?"  His Dad nodded and agreed. David wished he could
crawl into the floor.

How long did this have to last? His male ego was slowly being crushed and it was
beginning to show. He felt the nurse methodically twisting the thermometer
inside of him. She was trying to hit his prostate. He was sure of it. In his
mind, he willed her to stop.  But she was slow, thorough and relentless. This
can't be happening...he thought. His hips started moving and his hands
trembling. As long as she quit soon and didn't come near it, but if she hit it.
Oh fuck, he was in trouble. He started to mumble to stop and...

With that, he felt a sudden surge in his ass & hips. He couldn't control his own
body movements. Within a moment his foreskin peeled back and the big purple head
stood out, now shiny and rock-hard. Without helping it, he let out another long
moan and his cock shot up straight from his body. Then waist thrust itself
forward as she hit the gland. "

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH........" David moaned loudly. With that, a string of boyslop
shot out, onto his thighs, the floor and even the nurse's shoes. His tool jerked
and blew 3 times, each one producing even more of his white gunk. He wanted to
die on the spot. That's why the thermometer had to be so long, it was made to
hit the boy on his spot. The male nurse looked at him with disgust and later
David would swear that he heard him mutter "faggot".

As if the poor kid wasn't embarrassed enough, now his secret was out. David
looked down at his throbbing cock and stared at it, watching a thin, white drop
of precum leak out from the head of it. "Nurse, get me condom for its' penis,
looks like we got another shooter here," the doctor ordered causing an eruption
of laughter from the adults. "And make it an extra large one."