Here I sit, in the UGG Endoscopy Center waiting room. I am 50 years old, awaiting my first ever colonoscopy.

Just like the anticipated procedure I felt my life has been really shitty.

Let me introduce myself. My name is John Wenchman, I have had your average life so far. Graduated from high school, straight to a factory job, promptly married quickly followed with two kids. Yes, a pretty normal life. My only difficulty, and I hate to admit it, I suffer from a very passive personality, as a result, over the years a great many folks have taken advantage of me.

I had very strict parents that were not hesitant with disciplining their children (true spare the rod believers). I was the youngest of three, with two older sisters. As I grew older, more and more of the chores and punishments were diverted to me, and my sisters were allowed the freedom to do as they please.

My marriage was (in my opinion) a disaster. As the years progressed my wife took full advantage of my passive personality to control all aspects of the marriage. Where we lived, what I wore, what we ate, where we went out. Her control ultimately progressed to the bedroom as in when, how and the frequency I was allow to have my husbandly benefits.

She was the boss, the one who wore the pants so to speak. She raised the children. She controlled the finances; I was even placed on a small allowance. She made all the decisions.

I was passive enough for the children to use me to get whatever they wanted, with the wife’s approval of course.

At work I was frequently exploited. For the bosses I was the go to guy, always giving me more responsibility but without the extra pay or any recognition. Coworkers knew if they needed help just ask ‘Johnny Boy’ and I would bend over backwards to help. If anything went wrong, I was sure to be blamed. I would seldom push back and just went with the flow.

Once the children when out into the world and we became empty nesters. My loving wife decided she needed a real man in her life, not the wimp she had. She claimed irreconcilable differences and got it all, the house and alimony to support her while she looked for a new husband. Four years later she is still looking.

Being controlled through the twenty plus years of marriage and over thirty years of employers and fellow workers telling me what to do I had been conditioned to do what I was told.

So yeah, I felt I had the shitty end of the stick, I was a rug.

Back to the clinic: It was late in the afternoon, I was the last patient on the schedule.

A smiling, slightly overweight, but attractive Hispanic, nurse in her mid- 20s escorted me back to an exam room. I watched her wide hips sway as she walked down the hallway. She handed me one of those blue paper gowns, you know the ones that display your ass to the general public.

Her friendly instructions were “Please remove all your clothing, including your underwear, placing everything in this bag. Then put on this hospital gown.”

I quietly mumbled “more fodder for my CFNM fantasy,” Thinking she wouldn’t hear or even understand what CFNM meant. But, to my surprise she quickly responded “Really, in that case you won’t need this” giggling as she placed the paper gown back in the cabinet. Still smiling she emphasized “just remove ALL you clothing and have a seat on the exam table.”

Thinking ‘why not’ I went ahead and started undressing. At just over 6 feet and weighing around 200 pounds. I did not possess six pack abs or bulging muscles from spending time at the gym. Since the divorce I have attempted to run several miles every week for a cardio workout. As a result of good genetics and a physically demanding employment I was still in pretty good shape. I was not ashamed of my looks.

So, here I sit fully nude with goosebumps and a half hard penis. There was a knock on the door, only a second later the nurse entered. She was accompanied by another female.

“I hope you don’t mind another nurse, she really wants to assist” as she smiles even bigger. “By the way, my name is Angela, this is Becky. She will take your vitals while I ask a few questions.”

Angela stood about 5 1/2 feet tall and probably 150-160 pounds. In the scrubs she wore it was hard to get an accurate picture of her figure. Earlier, in the waiting room, I had observed, her ample breast, wide hips and bouncing butt. With her shoulder length dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail she was showing her round smiling face.

Becky was a little taller, but a lot slimmer. In baggy scrubs, it was hard to determine if she even had tits or an ass. Her long blond hair was in a single braid which hung most of the way down her back. Her large expressive eyes and full lips brought to mind someone who could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

Angela’s first question, as Becky took my pulse and blood pressure. “Have you ever received anal penetration?”

I truly thought about lying, but a sparkle in Angela’s eyes perked my attention. “Yes” I replied.

“When and how often?” she inquired.

In my desire to fully disclose my “anal history” I explained that approximately five years ago “My Ex demanded we spice up our sex life” and looking directly into her eyes I added “She used me just about every day for close to a year.”

Angela smile grew wide. “Other men?”

“No just toys and strap-on’s, I’m not homosexual.”

She continued asking a few more generic medical questions. Once finished with vitals and history pre-exam. Both ladies grabbed their stethoscopes and listened to my breathing. They then proceeded to thump my chest and push on my abdomen as medical people do, then felt the muscular tone of my legs, a fairly normal exam, but then they both started a rubbing and gently caressing me, it felt wonderful.

Angela became a bit more unconstrained and started to fondle my no longer uninterested male appendage.

Angela said “Lie back and let us get you in a more comfortable position.” I laid back, my feet were then placed in the exam table stirrups, normally utilized for female pelvic examinations. This effectively kept my legs spread apart and putting my cock and balls on full display.

Angela then stated “We are going to examine your testicles now.” She was pulling and stretching my scrotal sac along with playfully squeezing my nuts.

She was describing what to look for during an examination too Becky, I am sure this procedure was in a medical book somewhere. Of course, by now, I had a full-blown erection, my 7 inch circumcised cock was standing up proud.

With Angela hand wrapped around my swollen shaft slowly stroking it, allowing Becky her turn, to physically examine my balls. Becky became harsh with her examination. She, at first, gently cupped her hand under my scrotum holding them out from my body, then suddenly slapped down with her other hand.

“Smack”

“AAHHH!’ I cried even as I continue to lay still.

“Keep it quite or someone will come check on us,” scolded Angela.

Becky mischievously slapped my balls a few more times with her hand. This forced much quieter groans from me. She continued to squeeze my balls between her fingers and thumb. Angela was still gently stroking my cock.

I was extremely excited as the two young ladies played with my package. I was on the verge of cumming when Angela instructed Becky to stop and to “Prep him for the IV, while I adhere the cardiac monitoring pads on his chest,” Angela was laughing as I groaned in frustration.

My cock lost some of its rigidness, as I was being stuck in my arm for the IV, but with just a few slow strokes of Angela’s soft hands, and I was back to full rigidity. Much too soon, she told me to stand up as Becky lowered the stirrups.

Angela opened the door, looked both ways into the hall. Reaching back, she grabbed my cock, using it as a leash she started leading me out the door, like I was a pull toy. Becky followed behind giggling as her hands played with my ass.

We only went a little way before she turned into another doorway. This door led to larger minor surgical suite. An exam table was in the center of the room with several lights and other instruments hanging above and stationed around it.

A more surprising sight was the four other females wearing scrubs standing in the room.

One was wearing blue like Angela and Becky. One was wearing black. And the final two were dressed in maroon.

Still holding my dick Angela, led me over for introductions.

“This is Trisha, she is another nurse.” Trisha was black with mocha colored skin. Her cornrows were dangling freely below her shoulders. She was either in her late 20s or early 30s. Even wearing scrubs, her enormous tits pushed out the front, with her large bubble butt standing out on her backside. Trisha’s hand replaces Angela’s gripping my cock. “I am glad I volunteered to stay late today” she said stroking me. I had to resist reaching up and grabbing those amazing tits.

“This is Daniella, she is your anesthesiologist. She will control some of your discomfort.” Daniella was Asian. She had deep black hair with a pixie cut, that highlighted her golden tan face. She appeared to be approximately my age. Daniella also felt my cock. “I hope you remember me and this guy is still happy when you recover” she said, squeezing and stroking my cock.

Angela continued the introductions. “This is Jasmine, she is with the custodial staff. And this is Maria, Jasmine’s supervisor as well as her mama” Maria was a plump, gray haired older Hispanic lady with a big smile. Jasmine was a younger version of Maria. Jasmine fondled my cock as Maria reaches around, grabbing my ass cheeks. “We won’t mind cleaning up after you if you keep parading around like this,” said Maria running her finger down the crack of my ass. “Buen culo firme!” (Nice firm ass.)

Angela, holding my cock, led me over to the foot of the table. Standing me about four feet from the foot of the table. “We have about 30 minutes before the doctor arrives. I have been working to reenact one of your past sexual likes, are you going let me achieve one of mine?” The way, her eyes lit up when she asked me, I had a good idea what her fetish was going to be.