Sizing me up
When the letter came I was a little surprised. It was for an appointment at the local endoscopy unit. It had been a couple of months since I had submitted my routine ‘pooh sticks’ and with the passage of time had forgotten them. Although the letter gave no reason for the referral I just assumed that I had flagged something.
The envelope duly arrived with my detailed instructions and two doses of Moviprep; ‘motion potion’ I call it. Vile tasting stuff but by heavens it worked. Following the strict regimen laid down, I was squirting clear piss from my bum in no time at all.
My appointment was for a Sunday, so I assumed that the NHS were trying to clear a backlog (Moviprep could help with that – lol) and my wife, aka my Mistress, Owner and Cuckoldress delivered me to the door with a promise to return later. I presented myself at reception and a young lady in an extremely short white coat booked me. As she bent to study my records I could not help but catch a glimpse of her firm compact breasts encased in a white lace bra. She finished reading my notes, looked up at me and smiled. “Hi, I’m nurse Fiona. Please take a seat and nurse Anne will be with you soon.”
I duly took a seat; I seemed to be the only patient in the waiting room. Within minutes a petite little nurse of Asian origin called me through to her office. She too wore a short white coat and left little to the imagination. She went through the paperwork, questioned me about allergies, piercings and illnesses.
“Just sign this consent form please,” she asked.
I duly signed where she indicated; she handed me a copy and I made a note to check the small print later.
Nurse Anne led me to a small room with a couch, toilet, bidet etc. and told me to undress completely. She handed me a surgical gown and left the room. I stripped down to nothing and slipped my arms into the gown, leaving the gap at the back. Apart from a tie at the neck, there did not seem to be any other ties. This did not perturb me too much as the dressing gown would cover my back and prevent me walking through the ward with my bum flapping in the breeze.
Unfortunately, I had neglected to bring my own dressing gown as I was relying on the usual stock of NHS ones; I looked everywhere to no avail. “Shit”, so when I was ready, I stepped out into the corridor with my left hand clasping the back of my surgical gown closed and my right hand carrying my carrier bag of clothes and possessions. I returned to the waiting area but, before I could settle, nurse Wendy called me away to the procedure room. The room had a hospital trolley/bed/operating table for me to lie on and there were video monitors, hoses and equipment everywhere. Apart from nurses Fiona and Anne there were two others in the room. A consultant, Mr Sahid, looked a little younger than me, with grey hair and he wore a surgical mask. The other person was a young male nurse with tattooed arms and a nose ring. Apparently, it was his job to monitor my ‘vital signs’.
Nurse Fiona ordered me to remove my gown, which I thought quite unusual. On previous occasions it had been my only way to retain some modesty. ‘Yes, they can examine my bum, but I’m not too happy about them seeing my little dicklet,’ I thought.
As I hesitated, nibble fingers plucked at the bow on the nape of my neck and the gown was stripped away. There I stood in all my glory, naked in front of a room full of medics. My little cock, which had earlier responded to the two nurses, had shrivelled to its smallest size but the tip was glistening with a drop of pre-cum.
“No need to be shy Christopher, we have all seen the photographs you posted on Flickr. Your cock does look smaller than your Mistress describes on FetLife,” declared Mr Sahid. “Come people, gather round and look at this. You will not see many this size in your medical careers.”
The other three gathered around and used their latex gloved hands to examine my cock in close detail. Some of their comments were quite derogatory about its efficacy at pleasing a woman. The male nurse Julian, who had been particularly interested in my cock, then helped me to lay on the table face down. By the magic of modern technology, I felt the centre of the bed fold upwards until I was virtually kneeling in a way that left my virgin arse stuck up in the air.
Mr Sahid then spoke. “Today’s procedure is a little unorthodox, which is why we have called you in on a Sunday and assembled a very special team. We called you in following a request from your Master and Mistress. They have ordered the examination and procedures. As a cuckold, they will expect you not only to service the Bull’s cock with your mouth, but your anus must be available for penetration at all times; either by your Master, your Mistress with a dildo or any Bull who they might choose.”
I felt one of the nurses lube the tight entrance to my back passage. Then she inserted the nozzle of a large syringe and filled my arse with a clear lubricant. Below my face was a monitor and I watched as the camera approached. Not only did I feel it push its way past my sphincter, I actually saw happening then, it worked its way through and proceed along my pink tunnel. The view was clear, I had obviously done a good job with the preparation, and there seemed to be no lesions or polyps.
“That looks fine to me,” announced Mr Sahid. “We will withdraw the camera and continue with the other procedures.”
I felt the tube beings slid out of my tight hole as it passed my sphincter I felt as if something was missing. Perhaps I enjoyed the feeling? I felt the bed being lowered and, once more, I was flat on my tummy. Julian’s strong arms helped to roll me over onto my back.
“OK Chris, legs together and arms by your side please,” instructed Julian.
With a person at each point, I felt straps being attached to my wrists and my ankles. Before I even realised what was happening, the team completed their task of immobilising me.
I lay there, beginning to worry about what might happen next. I felt my legs moving apart as the bottom half of the bed split and opened in a ‘vee’. My legs remained supported but they were spread wide.
“Nurse Fiona, the measurements please,” requested Mr Sahid.
She stood between my legs and measured my flaccid withered penis. Length, girth; not only of my cock but of my scrotal sac. She used calipers to estimate the size of my balls. When she was satisfied, she stepped away.
“Now let’s see what sort of an erection we can induce. Nurse Anne.”
Nurse Anne now stepped between my legs. She was naked apart from her suspenders and white stockings. She took my penis in her latex gloved hands and started to play with my cock. I could feel it stir. ‘Oh god cock, don’t let me down. Please manage a little over four inches please,’ I thought to myself.
My cock did me proud, a full four inches as I watched Nurse Anne’s nubile breasts and her firm nipples. She bent down to kiss my cock; she sucked and licked it. When she thought it was about to explode, she nodded to Nurse Fiona. She too was now naked and she quickly retook all my measurements while Nurse Anne edged me and kept me rampant.
When Nurse Fiona had finished, she said “OK”.
Nurse Anne dropped my cock as if it was on fire and then walked away from the table. Damn, I was so close.
“OK Chris,” announced Mr Sahib, for the benefit of the assembled company and probably for my humiliation. “As we expected, your cock is fucking useless, meaning it is useless for fucking with but, the good news is, your sissy pussy is fit and healthy for servicing Bulls, Master and Mistress. We just have a couple more tests. Julian!”
“Now Chris, I am just going to test your sphincter for tolerance,” murmured Julian in my ear.
With that, he pushed a butt plug firmly into my arse.
“He’s OK with the number two, let’s try a four.”
I felt the butt plug being slid out and a much larger one taking its place. My sphincter really struggled to accommodate the size and it was a relief when it was fully home and my sphincter could relax around the neck of the plug.
“OK, that seems to be his limit. Let him relax a little and then remove it please Nurse Fiona.”
“Chris, can you hear me?” murmured Julian. “You have a very tight little pussy Chris, are you a virgin?”
I nodded to confirm his suspicions.
“Well, what we are going to do, is fit you with a training plug which your Master and Mistress will make sure you keep in place for two weeks. Are you happy with that?”
I didn’t think I had any option other than to nod weakly. I felt Nurse Fiona slide the butt plug out past my stressed sphincter. ‘Oh god, what a relief.’ Then I felt the trainer being forced in to replace it. It was made of a similar material but was a bit firmer. God, it hurt as it was pushed home then, the relaxation as my sphincter gripped the neck.
“Chris?” It was Julian again. “I’m just going to explain how it works, OK?”
I nodded.
“OK Chris, or would you rather I called you Tina?” He didn’t pause for an answer. This plug is hollow, there is a stainless-steel tube at its core and then the usual plastics are used to fill it out and give it shape. At present, as a result of using the Moviprep, you are only passing fluids. We will give your Mistress a diet sheet and some powder and she will ensure that you continue to pass no solids. Obviously, your sphincter is being held open so you have no control over your bowels. The outer end of the butt plug has a valve which Mistress will use to allow you to drain yourself regularly. In this way, the trainer need not be removed for any reason until your two weeks are up. Hopefully, by then you will have a much more accommodating sissy pussy. Is that OK?”
I nodded my understanding.
+ = + = + = +
When my wife, Mistress and Owner (all one person) came to collect me, she had a broad grin on her face.
“Master sends his regards and he has left you a little present for your first meal.” She winked as she hoisted her skirt and showed her moist panties “Did everything go all right?”
The envelope duly arrived with my detailed instructions and two doses of Moviprep; ‘motion potion’ I call it. Vile tasting stuff but by heavens it worked. Following the strict regimen laid down, I was squirting clear piss from my bum in no time at all.
My appointment was for a Sunday, so I assumed that the NHS were trying to clear a backlog (Moviprep could help with that – lol) and my wife, aka my Mistress, Owner and Cuckoldress delivered me to the door with a promise to return later. I presented myself at reception and a young lady in an extremely short white coat booked me. As she bent to study my records I could not help but catch a glimpse of her firm compact breasts encased in a white lace bra. She finished reading my notes, looked up at me and smiled. “Hi, I’m nurse Fiona. Please take a seat and nurse Anne will be with you soon.”
I duly took a seat; I seemed to be the only patient in the waiting room. Within minutes a petite little nurse of Asian origin called me through to her office. She too wore a short white coat and left little to the imagination. She went through the paperwork, questioned me about allergies, piercings and illnesses.
“Just sign this consent form please,” she asked.
I duly signed where she indicated; she handed me a copy and I made a note to check the small print later.
Nurse Anne led me to a small room with a couch, toilet, bidet etc. and told me to undress completely. She handed me a surgical gown and left the room. I stripped down to nothing and slipped my arms into the gown, leaving the gap at the back. Apart from a tie at the neck, there did not seem to be any other ties. This did not perturb me too much as the dressing gown would cover my back and prevent me walking through the ward with my bum flapping in the breeze.
Unfortunately, I had neglected to bring my own dressing gown as I was relying on the usual stock of NHS ones; I looked everywhere to no avail. “Shit”, so when I was ready, I stepped out into the corridor with my left hand clasping the back of my surgical gown closed and my right hand carrying my carrier bag of clothes and possessions. I returned to the waiting area but, before I could settle, nurse Wendy called me away to the procedure room. The room had a hospital trolley/bed/operating table for me to lie on and there were video monitors, hoses and equipment everywhere. Apart from nurses Fiona and Anne there were two others in the room. A consultant, Mr Sahid, looked a little younger than me, with grey hair and he wore a surgical mask. The other person was a young male nurse with tattooed arms and a nose ring. Apparently, it was his job to monitor my ‘vital signs’.
Nurse Fiona ordered me to remove my gown, which I thought quite unusual. On previous occasions it had been my only way to retain some modesty. ‘Yes, they can examine my bum, but I’m not too happy about them seeing my little dicklet,’ I thought.
As I hesitated, nibble fingers plucked at the bow on the nape of my neck and the gown was stripped away. There I stood in all my glory, naked in front of a room full of medics. My little cock, which had earlier responded to the two nurses, had shrivelled to its smallest size but the tip was glistening with a drop of pre-cum.
“No need to be shy Christopher, we have all seen the photographs you posted on Flickr. Your cock does look smaller than your Mistress describes on FetLife,” declared Mr Sahid. “Come people, gather round and look at this. You will not see many this size in your medical careers.”
The other three gathered around and used their latex gloved hands to examine my cock in close detail. Some of their comments were quite derogatory about its efficacy at pleasing a woman. The male nurse Julian, who had been particularly interested in my cock, then helped me to lay on the table face down. By the magic of modern technology, I felt the centre of the bed fold upwards until I was virtually kneeling in a way that left my virgin arse stuck up in the air.
Mr Sahid then spoke. “Today’s procedure is a little unorthodox, which is why we have called you in on a Sunday and assembled a very special team. We called you in following a request from your Master and Mistress. They have ordered the examination and procedures. As a cuckold, they will expect you not only to service the Bull’s cock with your mouth, but your anus must be available for penetration at all times; either by your Master, your Mistress with a dildo or any Bull who they might choose.”
I felt one of the nurses lube the tight entrance to my back passage. Then she inserted the nozzle of a large syringe and filled my arse with a clear lubricant. Below my face was a monitor and I watched as the camera approached. Not only did I feel it push its way past my sphincter, I actually saw happening then, it worked its way through and proceed along my pink tunnel. The view was clear, I had obviously done a good job with the preparation, and there seemed to be no lesions or polyps.
“That looks fine to me,” announced Mr Sahid. “We will withdraw the camera and continue with the other procedures.”
I felt the tube beings slid out of my tight hole as it passed my sphincter I felt as if something was missing. Perhaps I enjoyed the feeling? I felt the bed being lowered and, once more, I was flat on my tummy. Julian’s strong arms helped to roll me over onto my back.
“OK Chris, legs together and arms by your side please,” instructed Julian.
With a person at each point, I felt straps being attached to my wrists and my ankles. Before I even realised what was happening, the team completed their task of immobilising me.
I lay there, beginning to worry about what might happen next. I felt my legs moving apart as the bottom half of the bed split and opened in a ‘vee’. My legs remained supported but they were spread wide.
“Nurse Fiona, the measurements please,” requested Mr Sahid.
She stood between my legs and measured my flaccid withered penis. Length, girth; not only of my cock but of my scrotal sac. She used calipers to estimate the size of my balls. When she was satisfied, she stepped away.
“Now let’s see what sort of an erection we can induce. Nurse Anne.”
Nurse Anne now stepped between my legs. She was naked apart from her suspenders and white stockings. She took my penis in her latex gloved hands and started to play with my cock. I could feel it stir. ‘Oh god cock, don’t let me down. Please manage a little over four inches please,’ I thought to myself.
My cock did me proud, a full four inches as I watched Nurse Anne’s nubile breasts and her firm nipples. She bent down to kiss my cock; she sucked and licked it. When she thought it was about to explode, she nodded to Nurse Fiona. She too was now naked and she quickly retook all my measurements while Nurse Anne edged me and kept me rampant.
When Nurse Fiona had finished, she said “OK”.
Nurse Anne dropped my cock as if it was on fire and then walked away from the table. Damn, I was so close.
“OK Chris,” announced Mr Sahib, for the benefit of the assembled company and probably for my humiliation. “As we expected, your cock is fucking useless, meaning it is useless for fucking with but, the good news is, your sissy pussy is fit and healthy for servicing Bulls, Master and Mistress. We just have a couple more tests. Julian!”
“Now Chris, I am just going to test your sphincter for tolerance,” murmured Julian in my ear.
With that, he pushed a butt plug firmly into my arse.
“He’s OK with the number two, let’s try a four.”
I felt the butt plug being slid out and a much larger one taking its place. My sphincter really struggled to accommodate the size and it was a relief when it was fully home and my sphincter could relax around the neck of the plug.
“OK, that seems to be his limit. Let him relax a little and then remove it please Nurse Fiona.”
“Chris, can you hear me?” murmured Julian. “You have a very tight little pussy Chris, are you a virgin?”
I nodded to confirm his suspicions.
“Well, what we are going to do, is fit you with a training plug which your Master and Mistress will make sure you keep in place for two weeks. Are you happy with that?”
I didn’t think I had any option other than to nod weakly. I felt Nurse Fiona slide the butt plug out past my stressed sphincter. ‘Oh god, what a relief.’ Then I felt the trainer being forced in to replace it. It was made of a similar material but was a bit firmer. God, it hurt as it was pushed home then, the relaxation as my sphincter gripped the neck.
“Chris?” It was Julian again. “I’m just going to explain how it works, OK?”
I nodded.
“OK Chris, or would you rather I called you Tina?” He didn’t pause for an answer. This plug is hollow, there is a stainless-steel tube at its core and then the usual plastics are used to fill it out and give it shape. At present, as a result of using the Moviprep, you are only passing fluids. We will give your Mistress a diet sheet and some powder and she will ensure that you continue to pass no solids. Obviously, your sphincter is being held open so you have no control over your bowels. The outer end of the butt plug has a valve which Mistress will use to allow you to drain yourself regularly. In this way, the trainer need not be removed for any reason until your two weeks are up. Hopefully, by then you will have a much more accommodating sissy pussy. Is that OK?”
I nodded my understanding.
+ = + = + = +
When my wife, Mistress and Owner (all one person) came to collect me, she had a broad grin on her face.
“Master sends his regards and he has left you a little present for your first meal.” She winked as she hoisted her skirt and showed her moist panties “Did everything go all right?”
6 years ago
