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Examination of the Police Force, Part 1

By blindside

submitted April 30, 2003

Categories: Doctor, Cops

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After graduation from medical school and participating in the required intern and residency programs, I established my practice. Mainly, my focus was on sports medicine together with occasional men’s health issues. Into my second year of practice, I had plenty of business to make a comfortable living.

Luckily, I was able to share office space with a psychiatrist. We also shared a receptionist, which worked out well. She answered the phones, did the mail, handled appointments, and anything else thrown her way. I didn’t have a nurse (they’re nothing but trouble), so basically I did everything myself.

One day, our receptionist handled me an envelope from the local police administration office. They were soliciting bids for area doctors to give annual physicals to the men on the force. I kind of tossed the letter on my desk, not giving it much thought. As I said, business was good and I saw no reason to participate in this activity.

Several days later, I noticed the letter on my desk and reread the document. Well, what the hell…I’d bid high and figure the cops would go elsewhere. Actually, it looked as if they were going to spread the work out, since the most number of patients I’d be seeing was about ten per year. The requirements for the physical were the standard stuff, along with an EKG and a flexible sigmoidoscope, if deemed appropriate. I sent the form back to the cops.

Two weeks later, I was notified that indeed I was an “official doctor” of the police department. Additionally, my first patient would be the following Friday. I had the receptionist put it on the schedule, and promptly forgot about it.

Friday morning arrived. I hadn’t bothered to look at the appointment book, which was my normal custom. In any event, I was in my office reading the paper, when the receptionist came to the door. “The cop is here,” she said, handing me his paperwork. “Oh yeah,” I replied, remembering the appointment. “Put him in the exam room…I’ll be right there.”

I finished the comics and then looked over the cop’s paperwork. Seemed routine to me. It was about 8 am, and I figured he’d be out by maybe 9:30 am. I headed towards the exam room.

Upon opening the door, I just about pissed my pants. Sitting on the exam table was a huge black man, probably 6 foot 2 inches tall, and weighing at least 230 pounds. Looked to be all muscle.

“Good morning officer!” I said, shaking his hand, “Here for a physical exam I see!”

“Yeah Doc, and I’m not especially pleased with it either,” replied the cop, who looked rather nervous.

“Just relax officer…I promise not to bite,” I replied, thinking maybe I’d like to bite.

We went over his paperwork, and I asked several questions…mainly about life style…you know, smoking, drinking, etc. The cop was obviously very uncomfortable, and I was attempting to put him at ease.

“Okay officer, let’s get started,” I said, handing him a cup to piss in.

“What’s this Doc?” asked the officer, apparently never having seen a urine collection jar.

“I’ll need to collect a urine sample. Just step into the restroom over there and fill the jar,” I said, pointing to the small door leading to the lavatory. “And while you’re in there, please disrobe in preparation for the examination.”

“You mean everything Doc?” asked the cop, somewhat fearful.

“Everything it is, officer. Can’t very well do an examination with your uniform on, now can I?

“Yeah, I guess not,” replied the officer, as he headed towards the restroom.

“By the way officer, is that gun loaded?” I asked, wanting no part of firearms.

“Ah, yeah, but I promise not to shoot you,” replied the officer. We both laughed.

After about five minutes, I became concerned that the officer had not reappeared from the restroom. “Everything okay in there officer?” I asked.

“Yeah, just a minute Doc,” replied the officer.

Several more minutes passed. “Officer, are you sure you’re okay?” I inquired, wondering what the hell he was doing. Time is money, you know.

The officer stuck his head out the door. “Doc, I’m somewhat embarrassed,” said the cop, “for some reason, I sprouted a hard on, err, erection.”

“Ah, that’s okay officer. I’ve seen ‘em before. Come on out…let’s get started,” I said.

Slowly, the cop opened the door. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There before me was a totally naked black man sporting the biggest piece of meat I’d ever seen. I mean, it must have been at least 10 inches in length, pointing straight upward. Frankly it reminded me of a longneck beer bottle. To top it off, the cop had not been circumcised, and there must have been enough foreskin to upholster a wing back chair. Additionally, the cop didn’t have much pubic hair. I wondered if he’d shaved it off at some point.

“I’m really sorry Doc,” said the cop, as he handed me the urine sample.

“Hey! Don’t be concerned officer,” I said, “Just step on the scales over there.”

I was right on. 230 pounds exactly. “Okay officer, let’s see how tall you are,” I said, motioning him against the wall. Actually, I was more curious on how long the dude was … that might come later. Again, right on. Six-foot two inches. I recorded the information on the chart.

“While you’re standing, let’s take some measurements officer,” I said, grabbing a tape measure. A perfect 34-inch waist. The chest measurement came in at 48 inches. And his pecs reminded me of the Rocky Mountains. This guy was obviously in terrific shape. His dick looked to be in perfect condition as well, still sticking up and harder than a rock.

“Okay officer, let’s get your temperature. Just bend over on the exam table,” I said, as grabbed a rectal thermometer, and applied some lubricant to the devise.

“Doc, you’re not going to stick that thing up my butt hole, are you?” Asked the cop.

“Yeah, I am officer, but believe me, it won’t hurt,” I lied.

Slowly, I inserted the thermometer in the cop’s hole, gliding it ever so gently up the cop’s rectum. “Just relax officer,” I said, “this won’t take but a minute or two.” I left the thermometer in for about five minutes, simply to make sure it “took.”

“Doc, this is very embarrassing,” said the cop. Hey! He ain’t seen noth’in yet!

Once the thermometer was removed, I had the cop take a seat on the table. The next several minutes were consumed with the regular stuff…eyes, ears, nose, throat, etc. I then took his blood pressure, which was unusually high. “I think I’m just nervous, Doc,” said the cop, as I noted his blood pressure on the chart. After checking his heart and lungs, I told the cop to lay down…“time for an EKG,” I said, as I moved the monitor closer to the exam table.

So there lay the cop, boner and all, spread out on the table. I still couldn’t believe the size of his penis. And those balls! Low hung suckers, and blacker than the ace of spades.

I hooked the cop up to the EKG machine, and took the necessary readings. I had trouble not taking my eyes off the guy’s dick, thinking it might just explode any minute.

After the EKG was complete, I moved my hands over the cop’s chest, asking occasionally, “Any pain there officer?” He said there wasn’t. When I got to his abs, it was necessary to slide my hands under the cop’s dick. With both hands resting on his pelvis, it appeared to me his penis was getting even harder. With that part of the exam over, it was now time for the fun part.

“Okay officer, if you’ll stand up we’ll get your equipment checked out!” I said, motioning the cop to stand up in front of the exam table. I grabbed a small stood, and wheeled myself up smack dap in front of his obvious manhood.

First, I checked out his testicles, ensuring there were no obvious lumps. “Turn your head and cough, please,” I said, still latched on to his balls. When the cop coughed, his erect dick moved back and forth several times.

“Okay officer, let’s check out your penis,” I said, as I moved his foreskin down over his throbbing shaft. A mushroom head popped out, sporting a piss hole that must have been the size of a dime. “I guess you don’t have any erection problems, eh, officer?” I asked, noting the veins protruding from his penis.

“Ah, I guess not, Doc,” said the cop. We both laughed.

“By the way officer, you have an unusually large penis. Do you have any trouble with penetration during sexual intercourse?”

“Actually Doc,” said the cop, “I’ve never had sexual intercourse.”

“Well, how often do you masturbate?” I asked, figuring the cop needed some release at his young age.

“Ah, maybe several times a week,” said the officer, obviously embarrassed as to the question.

“Well, despite what you may hear, it really won’t hurt anything,” I responded, still wondering when he was going to unload.

“And just in the interest of medical research, do you mind if I measure your erection?” I asked.

“Ah, no, I guess not,” replied the cop, as I reached for the measuring tape. The cop’s dick was still rock hard, as I jammed the tape against his pelvis, extending it the length of his penis. “What’s the verdict, Doc,” asked the cop.

“Well, about 10 ½ inches,” I responded, still amazed at the size, “You’ve certainly been blessed.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” replied the cop, “but are we done yet?”

“No, not quite. I need to examine your rectum. Just turn around and bend over the exam table,” I said, snapping on a pair of surgical gloves, “Have you ever had a prostate examination?”

“Ah, don’t think so Doc…I’m sure I’d remember that,” replied the cop.

“Okay officer, just relax,” I said, as I placed some lubricant on my index finger and begin inserting it into his very tight hole. My finger attempted to find the prostate, but for some reason it wasn’t were it was suppose to be. I could tell the cop was very uncomfortable.

“Doc, it hurts!” said the cop, as I fumbled around in his ever-tightening hole.

“Yeah, just relax,” I replied, “Having some trouble finding the mark.” Something wasn’t quite right here. I removed my finger from the cop’s butt hole.

“Okay officer, I’m going to insert a camera scope into your rectum to determine what’s going on,” I said, “Just relax for a moment.”

I prepared the camera scope, and then slowly inserted it into the cop’s now pink hole. Looking at the monitor, there really wasn’t anything unusual, and I was able to at least locate the prostate. Having done that, I removed the scope and reinserted my lubricated finger, felt the prostate, and pronounced the cop in good health.

“Now officer, if you’ll resume your position on the exam table, we’ll finish with a sperm sample,” I said, trying to contain my excitement. Once the officer was in position, I began lubricating his penis for the treatment.

“Are you going to jack me off, Doc?” asked the officer.

“No officer, I’m going to stimulate you to ejaculation. There’s a difference,” I said, knowing full well there wasn’t.

“Oh,” replied the cop, as I started to masturbate the hunk of black meat.

“Let me know when you’re about to reach climax,” I said, “So I can collect the proper amount of semen.”

As I jacked the officer off, his foreskin slid on and off the head of his dick. Experience has taught me that a gentle stimulation of the penis, rather than pounding fiercely, produces faster results. “How we do’in officer?” I asked, about five minutes into the procedure.

“I’m about there, Doc,” said the cop, as the veins started to pop out from the large shaft.

“Just let me know,” I replied, still gently stimulating the head of his dick. I still couldn’t believe the size of his piss hole.

About two minutes later, the cop informed me of his intentions to cum. “I’m there, Doc!” said the cop, in a rather high-pitched voice, “Here it comes!”

I quickly grabbed a specimen bottle and slid it over the head of his dick. What occurred next was frankly unbelievable. A gusher of sperm started to exit the cop’s piss hole. And it kept coming! The bottle had quickly filled up, and there was more coming! The cop’s eyes had rolled back, and he was gritting his teeth. “Jesus!” shouted the cop, as I finished the manual stimulation. “That was incredible!”

Placing the specimen bottle on the counter, I grabbed some wet towels and started the nasty job of cleaning up the remaining mess. By this time, the massive member of the cop had retreated to a still unbelievable flaccid state. The hood of his dick slid effortlessly over his head, due to the amount of fluid still residing on his penis.

“Let’s make sure you’re properly cleaned up here officer,” I said, as I slid back the foreskin and wiped him clean.

“Are we done Doc?” asked the cop, as I washed my hands of the remaining mess.

“Yes officer,” I replied, “You can get dressed.”

As the officer was in the restroom, I finished with the paperwork, making a note of this enormous manhood. Hopefully, I’d get to examine the cop next year. For sure, I would continue to bid the contract with the police force.

The officer exited the restroom, fully dressed in the blue uniform. After he had put on his holster and gun, the cop came over, put his arm around me, and said, “Doc, that’s the best hand job I’ve ever had. Thanks!”

“Well, officer,” I replied, “I prefer to call it manual stimulation to ejaculation.”

“Well what ever you call it Doc,” said the cop, “It’s something I hope we can practice again!”

Stay tuned for Part 2, when our doctor examines the next policeman who is a 50 something, overweight, doughnut-stuffing pig.


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