CHAPTER 9 - WEEK FOUR
I had an enjoyable weekend, spent Saturday catching up with all those household chores which get put off during the working week, then on Sunday I had lunch with Tim and Alison, a couple of friends from my old job. It was great to catch up with them and find out what we'd all been up to since we'd all been made redundant. After we'd eaten and were enjoying a strong coffee the conversation turned to current jobs. Tim was still looking for gainful employment but Alison had managed to find an administrators post at the local art college. How about that I remarked, I'd managed to find myself a job at the Medical University. On saying this Alison burst out laughing and said Yes! I thought it was you, but didn't have the courage to ask in case I got it wrong. I asked her what she meant, then she explained that her administrators post was based in the Media Department and her line manager was Brenda. Oh shit I thought, the games up then. The expression on my face must have said it all, because Alison stopped laughing and looking suddenly serious, said that I had nothing to worry about. The four of us had gained an awesome reputation and were known in the department semi-officially as the "Horny Four". Marc was called "The Black Stallion", Ethan "Golden Balls", Tang "Peking Fuck", go on I said - and what am I called? Well, you're known as "Turkish Totty" I groaned with embarrassment, but Alison pointed out it could have been worse, their second choice of name for me was "The Italian Salami". Mmm I had to agree that was pretty bad.
So how much have you seen? I asked. Oh just about everything that can be seen, and there's plenty to see! She said grinning at my expense. Don't fret so she assured me, the unused film and photos are kept securely under lock and key. Oh, by the way there's a major project coming up soon, I don't know many details but I do know that you four will be involved in a major charity fund raising event involving the Art College, Medical University, the town council and the local media. You're joking I said, but it was true apparently but the in depth information was being kept secret and she wouldn't know more until just before the event was publicly announced (Brenda was very good at keeping secrets), but if she discovered anything beforehand she'd let me know. The conversation moved on and the rest of the afternoon flew by. But that night I lay in bed tossing and turning worrying about what lay ahead, imagining all the possibilities I eventually fell asleep exhausted.
Monday morning, as I walked to work I decided that at lunchtime I would ask Tom what was going on regarding this charity event in a few weeks time. First though, I needed to meet up with Neil to discuss the coming week's classes and what would be involved. In the staff room, over a cup of coffee Neil told me that I would be helping him to demonstrate medical hygiene and medical appliances in one of the mock up consultation rooms. Oh, like last week? I asked. Not exactly he said, the students wouldn't be in the next room but would be standing on around me taking turns to participate and to watch (taking notes).
Okay, fair enough, shall we make start then? I volunteered. Sure, said Neil, stood up and led me down to the consultation room. Inside waiting for us were forty students (two classes had been combined into one as the morning class would be different to the afternoon class), just chatting, on our entrance they stopped talking and started to take their positions ready for the lesson to begin. They stood in a semi-circle two rows deep around what appeared to be rather a short padded table with four straps hanging from one end, not the usual couch that I had been expecting. Neil asked me to remove my clothes and stand by the table. While I was removing my clothes I watched him attach two metal devices which to me looked very much like arm rests, it didn't make much sense to me but I wasn't here to worry about what Neil doing. By the time I had removed the last of my clothing and folded them up he was ready and waiting for me. He instructed me to first sit on the table between the appliances, then lay back bringing my legs up with me before placing them on the rests provided (ah, I now understood their function). Once I was comfortable he had one the students to place a cushion under my head and then asked me if I was comfortable. I confirmed that I was (apart from that I felt rather exposed in this position). Then talking more to the students than to me he said that the following procedures required stillness from the patient, to facilitate this, the patient needs to be secured (eh? I thought) and without further ado using the straps he secured my wrists to the table and my legs to the rests. Then a further one was wrapped over my chest, I shot Neil a questioning look but he chose to ignore it. Turning to the class Neil said the first rule of medicine was cleanliness so before any procedures can take place the part of the body being treated must be sterilised, in this case alcowipes would be used to clean my cock, balls and crack. Having selected a student at random, the student was given this task who I am sure was more embarrassed than me as she would not meet my gaze and looked rather flushed. Once she had cleaned me thoroughly, Neil again turned to the students and informed them that as the procedures would take a long time and it would not be possible for me to go for a convenience break I would need to be cathetered. This as qualified doctors and nurses would be something they'd have to master, which is why he was showing them how it's done. Telling me that it might be a little uncomfortable but I should try to relax, he started to lube up a narrow plastic tube at one end with a tap at the other. Then gently holding my cock with one hand he proceeded to slowly insert the tube into the piss slit. It stung and continued to sting as it worked its way into me, on and on it went until it met resistance. Neil paused his insertion, checked how much had gone in, told his students that he'd reached the bladder's sphincter and that with a careful push the tube it would enter the bladder. It felt like I badly needed to piss, then once the tube had stopped moving the feeling stopped as did the stinging. Then reaching for a bucket he held the tube over it and opened the tap releasing a stream of urine into the bucket. Shortly the flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped, satisfied Neil closed the tap and removed the bucket. He told me to let him know when I needed to urinate again and he would open the tap again for me. Turning to the students Neil said that before a doctor can investigate any bowel or large intestine issues the rectum and large intestine needs to be thoroughly cleaned out using a process commonly called Colonic Irrigation. It is useful as the contents on the faeces can monitored as it leaves the body through a clear tube. With that he briefly left the room before returning with a trolley upon which stood an electric motor, a large tank of water, an empty covered black plastic bucket. There was a clear plastic tube leading from the water tank via the motor to a metal butt plug. Then a second tube led from the butt plug to the black plastic bucket. Then applying KY jelly to the butt plug he gently but firmly pushed it up my arse until my ring clamped down onto the narrow neck, then turning round he switched the motor on and I felt tepid water slowly enter my rectum. Before long I felt the pressing need to empty my bowels which I mentioned to Neil. He halted the motor, stopping the water flow, then beckoning the students closer, he turned the release tap and the water evacuated my rectum taking the faeces with it. To my discomfort he described the constituents, accurately assessing what I had eaten yesterday. Then when the water ceased flowing he stopped the tap and turned the motor on again, again when I could take no more in, he stopped the motor and released the water/faeces mixture. Each time the cycle was repeated the amount of water entering increased and the faeces released decreased until finally the released water ran clear. Neil took the equipment out of the room for safe disposal of the waste water before returning with a rather large speculum. Waving it around he explained to the students that it can be used for internal examination of either the anus or vagina and here is how it's used. Again he applied KY jelly to the speculum before smoothly inserting it fully up my rectum, then when it would go no further he started to ratchet the arms apart thereby opening my hole. Finally the speculum was fully extended and my hole stretched wide open so that everyone looking could see right in up to my second ring and I quickly found out that a hand could comfortably reach in barely touching the sides! Neil did exactly that to demonstrate the fact that the inner ring served the same purpose as the outer ring. He then invited anyone who wanted to feel what the inner ring was like could do so and they could also test the elasticity of it at the same time. I looked up expecting little response only to find that they were now all queuing up to reach inside me. Tom's words from the previous Friday echoed in my ears and I finally understood his concern for our wellbeing and insistence that we were 100% elastic down there. One by one I felt a hand feel round inside my rectum before prodding my second ring with a finger or two. Every now and then a brave hand reached further and pushed right past and into my bowels before pulling back out. Word must have gone round the remaining students because very quickly every hand was pushing past the ring wearing down my resistance and allowing easier access to deeper depths. Neil realised what was happening, then to make sure that the students hadn't got one over on him, after the last student had taken his turn he knelt between my legs and informed the watching students that the human body is very resilient and can cope with great demands placed on it. With that he released the speculum and withdrew it from my rectum. Before I knew it he had inserted his coned fist, pushing past the second ring and into my bowels, then slowly and inexorably his hand pushed deeper and deeper into my bowels. Before long his elbow had disappeared, then his biceps started to stretch my hole even wider and to my incredulity he only stopped when his shoulder pressed against my cheeks. I could not believe and by the expression of the students neither could they. All I could do was quietly pray that no harm was being caused internally, how would I explain this to the hospital? I felt incredibly stuffed (no surprise really) and uncomfortable, sensing this Neil started to withdraw very slowly and carefully until his fist finally left my gaping hole. He gently tapped it making it reflexively contracting to a normal shape and size.
Neil then turned to me and asked me if I needed to urinate, I nodded weakly, so Neil fetched the bucket and turned the tap at the end of the catheter releasing a stream of urine into the bucket. Once finished he closed the tap again, removed the bucket and turned to the students informing them that an alternative method of examining the large intestine (other than digital exploration) was to use an endoscope and proceeded to wave this flexible black tubing with a small camera and bright light at one end. It was about three feet in length, at the other end were two cables, one was a power lead, the other was attached to a television screen. He turned the television screen on and then applied some KY jelly to the tubing before inserting it up my rectum. On screen you could see my flesh close up, all glowing pink with small blood vessels tracing across it. Then before long a puckered ring came into view before the camera pushed past it and on upwards into my bowels. All the time this was going on Neil was giving a running commentary. Finally the tube had been fully inserted and the tour was on the return trip out. On exiting my anus Neil reached for a towel and carefully cleaned me up. Then he turned his attention to the catheter, which I had become accustomed to, warning me it may sting a little and then proceeded to pull it out. Sting it sure did but at least it had been removed.
Ok class, time for lunch Neil announced dismissing them. He apologised to me for the lack of warning he had given me but if he had told me what was to come I would probably have refused to co-operate and thereby broken my contract which he wanted to avoid at all costs. I had to agree on that point and asked him if this afternoon was going to be a repeat of this morning. Oh no, he assured me, your body can only cope with this once a day, this afternoon will focus on the upper digestive system. That's fine by me I replied until I was informed that ideally I shouldn't eat at lunch time otherwise it will spoil the afternoon's class. I told Neil I was starving, the only thing he could suggest was that I had a couple of energy drinks and ate some glucose tablets he had spare. It was better than nothing I guess. While I stretched my legs walking round the room I expressed my admiration of Neil's expertise in getting his whole arm up me, it reminded me of Dave's abilities. Laughing, he said it should, Dave taught him well. I was silent for a minute, then asked how that situation had arisen. After making me promise to keep it to myself he divulged that he was part of a secret social club where Dave was the chief events organiser. Noticing that I hadn't displayed an adverse reaction he then asked if I might be interested in joining the group however it is by invitation only and will depend on the level of discretion I display with this information. I assured him the secret was safe with me and yes, if invited I would definitely be interested in joining the social club. After all what harm can it do to extend my network of contacts?
Neil seemed pleased with my response, told me to leave it with him and above all not to say anything to anyone otherwise the invitation would be withdrawn. By now I had drunk the energy drinks and sucked the glucose tablets and was getting restless. I decided to get dressed and go for a quick walk round the campus to get some fresh air before my lunch break was over. During my brisk walk I met Tang who said they'd missed me at lunchtime, I apologised for my absence but I had stayed behind chatting to the tutor and simply forgot the time, now I was having a change of scenery before the afternoon's class. He seemed to accept with this explanation, told me not to work so hard and that he'd see me tomorrow lunchtime without fail. Smiling I said he would indeed.
On returning to the consultation room Neil asked me to strip but I could leave my boxer shorts if I wished as they were focusing on my upper body this afternoon. The first half of the afternoon was spent on the respiratory system with Neil demonstrating various exercises and devices which can be used to test the capacity and efficiency of the lungs when at rest, during and after physical exercise. This was easy work for me and a relief from the intimate activities this morning. Then Neil turned his attention to the digestive system, starting with the mouth, throat, stomach and small intestines. The only way to investigate the latter three was using an endoscope, similar to this morning's but on a smaller scale. Uh oh I thought but I kept my thoughts to myself and my expression composed. Neil asked me to climb on to the consultation couch and lay on my side facing him. He then explained to the students that a local anaesthetic is applied to the mouth and throat to prevent gagging making the endoscope's insertion easier. With that he picked up a small spray bottle, asked me to open my mouth wide and sprayed the bitter fluid in my mouth and down my throat. It was foul! But it was effective, within a couple of minutes my mouth, tongue and throat was totally numb. Reaching for the endoscope Neil instructed me to remain absolutely still and take deep breaths while he inserted the tubing otherwise I would still gag. I did as I was told although my eyes watered and focused on the breathing. Looking at the TV screen I could seen the camera travelling down my throat and into my stomach, I was vaguely aware of Neil giving a running commentary. Then the camera started to withdraw and with a small retch it was removed from my mouth.
Neil thanked me for my assistance today and the students clapped their appreciation too. Smiling I thanked them all and proceeded to dress before wishing them good bye to start my session at the gym. As I pumped iron and ran on the treadmills it was so good to give my muscles a hard work out after spending most of the day held in one position. I kept thinking about the social club Neil had mentioned and wondered when or if I would receive an invitation to join them. Once finished with punishing my body on the exercise machines I dragged myself into the showers and enjoyed a refreshing sluice down before wandering off home for a well deserved rest.
Tuesday morning was basically a re-run of yesterday, even down to the arm insertion. I was beginning to suspect that these classes were in some way preparing me for the following week, surely I was just being paranoid! Wait and see was the order of the day. At lunch time I was better prepared than the day before, I had made sure that I had had a large breakfast and I had a couple of energy drinks with me. So I quickly got dressed after the students broke for lunch and joined Marc, Tang and Ethan in the canteen. Surprise surprise they too were drinking energy drinks. I looked at Ethan and asked him if his tutor had reached up inside him and didn't know when to stop. Choking and spluttering, he laughed and said, yeah something like that. Go on, how far did he get? I asked pushing for information. Glancing at Tang and making sure no one could overhear he said halfway between the elbow and shoulder, he couldn't believe it. We went round the table and found out that we'd all had similar experiences; Tang had managed a similar range and Marc like me had been able to take the whole arm up to the shoulder. Marc and I high fived and crowed that we were the champions, the four of us laughed and asked what were we like? Soon enough the lunch break was over and it was back to "work", strangely I was less keen on the afternoon session than I was on the morning.
While exercising afterwards I remembered that I hadn't tackled Tom about the fundraising event that Alison had mentioned at the weekend. So once I was freshened up I paid a visit to the staff room but it was empty so I made a quick exit and went home for something to eat.
The rest of the week followed much the same pattern until Friday afternoon when once again it was time for the weekly medical. On arrival we found that Tom, Peter and Adam were already waiting for us and indicated that we should strip and clean ourselves without delay. While we were doing so Tom and Adam were busy arranging what appeared to be four gigantic dildos on an exercise bench with Peter busy greasing them up with Crisco. When we were finished cleaning out we joined the three men and I took the opportunity to study the dildos in closer detail. They were approximately twenty four inches in length and looked for all the world like two hands coned together, on verbalising this Peter explained that I was quite correct and that in fact they were a rubber cast moulding of his own hands! He thought we would appreciate the personal touch. But before we were to become better acquainted with the monsters Adam needed to do the routine physical checkups. Afterwards he announced that he was pleased with our progress in the gym as our muscle definition had shown a marked improvement and that we should be proud of our hard work and how well we were justifying the investment the University had made in us. I saw Peter make a quick phone call before inviting us to join them for a quick cup of coffee while we waited for a member of the media team arrive. Peter had decided that he wanted to record our progress with a mini film shoot.
About fifteen minutes later there was a knock and a young scruffy student entered carrying a large holdall bag and a video camera attached to a folded tripod stand. Come on in Callum called Peter, come and meet the guys. As he approached we stood up to shake hands. The look of shock on his face was comical, clearly he hadn't been briefed before coming over and hadn't expected to meet four naked guys in the staff room. I had to give him credit because he recovered his composure rapidly and asked Peter where he wanted the gear set up. This reminded me of our first photo shoot in the very same room especially when the lighting and white backing sheets were set up. Peter wanted photos taken of us individually and in various grouped combinations; in casual, classical and erotic poses; but most of all they were to emphasise our musculature and masculinity. If I'm honest it was fun especially when Peter asked me to get erect and watching the expression on Callum's face as he tried to remain focused. Time flew past and before I knew it Callum had finished the shoot. Peter thanked Callum for his time and asked him to pass a note on to Brenda, I wondered if it was anything to do with Alison's information, I shrugged my shoulders, what will be will be. He then said to Callum that the four of us would be shortly trying out his new toys he was welcome to stay, have a coffee and enjoy the entertainment but be warned it's not for the feint hearted! He looked from Peter to us trying to make his mind up, he caught Marc's eye and Marc, bless him said feel free to stay. What we're about to do is nothing compared to what we have already one in front of forty students. This seemed to make his mind for him, so with a smile he said why not and took a mug of coffee that Tom was offering and sat down on a nearby chair for a good view. He looked thoughtful for a minute and then reached into his bag and retrieved his camera, just in case he spotted some good shots. What an excellent idea Tom agreed, shoot away he invited.
Right guys, Tom said turning to us, let's get the show on the road shall we? Knowing already what was expected of us and bearing in mind Callum was going to be taking photos we took the can of Crisco offered by Adam and carefully packed each other's holes with the grease. All the time I was aware of Callum moving around taking shots, sometimes moving in for a close up sometimes stepping back for a wider view. When we were fully greased up and the Crisco had softened we walked over to the bench and straddled the giant dildos. Before we started to lower ourselves on to them Adam cautioned us saying that they weren't expecting us to be able to take the dildos in completely today but over the coming week we would be expected to practice with the help of Dave so by next Friday we'll be able to swallow them whole and be able to sit down on the bench. We simply nodded but Callum muttered "fucking hell, this has got to be seen to be believed" I laughed and said, that's the general idea.
Wasting no more time I started to take deep breaths, relaxing as best I could and slowly lowered my hole down onto the rubber fingers and let gravity push them up inside. Focusing on relaxing I was able to accept the intrusion until it got to the widest part of the hands i.e. the knuckles and despite my best efforts I was unable to progress any further. I was not the only one the other three were faring no better. Peter clapped his hands and said enough for one day, he'll have a word with Dave who will be able to help during the classes next week. That was the first clue we had for the week ahead. As we cleaned ourselves up Callum bid us farewell and promised that he'd be back next Friday to finish the photo shoot. Once he had gone and we were dressed again Peter gave us our cash in hand wages of ?800 each and that was our fourth week completed.
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