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Examination of the Police Force, Part 3

By blindside

submitted April 30, 2003

Categories: Doctor

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Several weeks later, I noticed another cop had scheduled an exam for the next day. Unlike the first two, the police administration office had sent some paperwork regarding this individual. The cop was actually a cadet, who had to pass the physical in order to be certified as a full time police officer. Didn’t seem like an issue at the time.

It was Friday, at 7:30 am. The receptionist had already ushered the cop to the exam room when she delivered the paperwork. The young man was 22 years old and unmarried. His medical history looked normal to me. This probably wouldn’t take too long, since most of the young men I see are in good shape, and don’t require a lot of counseling, like the fat cop I saw last.

Entering the room, the young cadet sat squarely on the exam table. He had great posture. After introductions, I asked the normal questions. At least he wasn’t fat, and I was sure he didn’t smoke. “So you’re going to be a policeman?” I asked, trying to break the ice.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to be a cop!” replied the cadet, obviously anxious to be one of the cities finest.

“Okay son, let’s get started,” I said, handing him the dreaded cup to piss in. “Just step in there and give me a urine sample. Then, if you’ll remove all your clothes, we’ll get started with the exam.”

A look of horror came over the young man, but he dutifully got up and headed towards the restroom. I could hear a steady stream of piss, as he filled the cup. Finally, the cadet emerged with the urine sample, but he had only removed his shirt, exposing a nice pair of pecs and muscular arms. He handed me the cup.

“Excuse me son,” I said, “but you’ll need to remove the rest of you clothes for the examination.”

“But Doc,” said the cadet, “can’t we dispense with that? I’m easily embarrassed.”

“Well, we can start son, but eventually those pants will have to come off,” I replied, figuring the young man was nervous…perhaps he’d never had a physical exam before.

I checked out all his vitals…took his blood pressure…checked his ticker and lungs. All seemed normal.

“Just lie down on the table son,” I said, as I moved the leg extension of the table out to its full length. “Time to loose the pants, son.”

“But Doc,” said the cadet, “can’t you examine me with my pants on?”

“Look here son,” I said, somewhat frustrated, “If you don’t get those pants off, I can’t pass you on the physical…which means you won’t be a cop. Got it?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” replied the cadet, as he released his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. I pulled them off, tossed them on a chair, and started to remove his underwear.

“Doc, I’m embarrassed!” said the cadet, as I ripped his jockeys off. It was no wonder. The guy either had no pubic hair, or he had shaved it all off. All in all, he had a normal looking penis and testicles.

“When did you shave your pubic hair, son?” I ask, inspecting his groin area.

“I didn’t Doc!” replied the cadet, “I’ve never had any to begin with.” Mmmm, an unusual case. Here we have a healthy 22 year-old male…normal looking penis…but no bush. “Now you know why I’m embarrassed.”

“Just relax son,” I said, “nothing to be ashamed about.” Although it was intriguing to say the least, I continued my examination, pressing hard on his abs and groin area. Actually, the young man was practically hairless, so perhaps it was no surprise he had no pubic hair.

“Okay son, just stand up and we’ll continue with the exam,” I said, not wanting to alarm the cadet that I was about to invade his crotch, “Just stand perfectly still.”

I cupped his balls in one hand and examined his penis in the other. Interestingly, the young man’s dick was pure white, as was his balls. Usually, there is a brownish tone to the male genitals as a result of excessive masturbation during the early years.

“Son, how often do you masturbate?” I asked, figuring he’d tell me every day.

“Ah, Doc,” said the cadet, “I’ve never masturbated.” Hard to believe, but I continued …

“Never?” I asked.

“That’s correct Doc,” replied the cadet, “I actually tried once, but couldn’t get a hard on. In fact Doc, I’ve never had a hard on.” This was getting interesting. Well, I’d get to this issue later.

“Okay son, if you’ll turn around and bend over, we’ll get your temperature taken. This should have been done earlier in the examination, but it’s tough to insert a rectal thermometer through someone who still has pants on.

I greased up the thermometer and opened up the young man’s crack. Mercy! What a sweet ass. Nice and pink, and obviously virgin. Well, I’d fix that when I check his prostate. The thermometer slid right up the man’s butt hole. I kind of pulled it in and out, just to see if I could get a buzz from the cadet.

“Doc, it hurts!” said the cadet, as I pulled the instrument out.

“We’re done son,” I said, directing him back on the table, again in the venerable horizontal position. I placed both hands on his groin area, inches within his apparently virgin dick. “Son, I am concerned that first, you’ve never had an erection, and second, you’ve never ejaculated. This isn’t good for a young man.”

“Yeah, tell me about it Doc. Can you help me?”

Just what I wanted to hear! “Yeah, but I’ll need your complete cooperation,” I said, to which he replied, “Whatever it takes.”

With that, I explained the procedure. First, I would inject the cadet’s penis with a solution that would give him an instant hard on. Second, I would “stimulate him to ejaculation,” or better stated, “Beat the living hell out of that helpless dick.” The cadet looked horrified.

The worst part, of course, is when I injected his penis. But within minutes, the young man had sprouted a very healthy looking erection. “Gee Doc,” said the patient, “how’d you do that?” FM, I though…fucking magic.

Once I got the young man hard, I lubricated his dick with a sufficient amount of grease… then I started masturbating him…err, stimulating his penis.

“Just be still,” I told the cadet, “this may not take long.” Figuring the young man had never cum before, I expected there would be some type of flood in a short order. I continued to work his dick, periodically asking how he felt.

“Gee Doc, it feels great. Is it suppose to?” he asked.

“Son, it’s suppose to feel fantastic,” I replied, “just let me know when you feel pressure in your testicles.”

Several minutes passed. The cadet had closed his eyes, obviously enjoying his first sexual experience. I kept moving my hand over his shaft, occasionally moving my other hand to his balls for additional stimulation. At last, the moment was at hand …

“Ah, Doc, something strange is happening. The pressure in my groin is excruciating. What’s going on?” asked the patient.

“You’re about to cum, son,” I replied, as the fluid from his dick flew in every which direction. The cadet was shaking uncontrollably. I kept my hand on his dick, squeezing the last of the fresh cum from his body. Wanted to make sure I’d got it all.

“Gosh, Doc,” said the cadet, “I didn’t know it be like this.”

“Every time son,” I replied, as I cleaned up the mess we’d made. The cadet still had a semi-erection. Maybe I should try for a second shot?

“Are we done Doc…do I pass the physical?” asked the cadet.

“Yeah, I’d say you passed…but we need to check your rectum…off the table, and bend over,” I said, as I slipped on a glove. The cadet was still dripping what I’d call “post cum.”

I slipped my finger up his ass to check out his prostate. Nothing unusual. That complete, I told the cadet to get dressed, that the exam was concluded. I washed my hands while my patient got dressed.

Exiting the restroom, I asked the cadet if he would be returning to the police station that morning.

“Fuck no, Doc,” was the reply, “I’m headed home to jack off!”

Ah, another satisfied patient.

Our next victim…excuse me, officer…is a thirty something cop with an attitude. Believes he is god’s gift to women…our Doctor however, proves him otherwise.

Stay tuned for Part 4.


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