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I had seen my doctor about a bulge in my groin that concerned me. She sent me directly to a surgeon due to a previous hernia repair I had done on the same side. The first surgeon that was available on short notice was a female doctor. I was told she has done many hernia repairs in the past. So I booked the appointment.


I arrived a bit early for the appointment and I think I threw the staff off, as they had to dig through a bunch of paperwork to find my appointment. I was told to have a seat, it would be awhile. About three minutes later there is a young and happy medical assistant calling my name. I stand up and follow her down the hallway. She gestures me into the exam room and follows me in while closing the door behind her. This room is barely large enough for the chair and examination table. She asks me to remove my coat and shows and step on the scale. I turn and look on the ground is a large metal plate with wires running up the wall to a box with a digital read out. I do as instructed and she records my weight then tells me to have a seat. She verifies my information and reason for my visit. She then shrugs her shoulders and says, she doesn’t need to know more info than that and gets up to leave saying the doctor will be in shortly.   This room is very tiny. I don’t think they thought this layout through very well or they are using a closet as an exam room. There is a knock on the door and in walks a doctor that looks like she is still in high school. She informs me she is on rotation and assisting the surgeon on office visits and wants to go over my records with me. We do the history and present issue thing, when she matter of fact tells me to stand up and lower my jeans and underwear. I simple stand and loosen my belt and button and allow the pants to fall to the ground. She takes a step back and looks, tilts her head and stares. It feels like I am on exhibit and she is looking at a complex piece of art work. She attempts to feel for the hernia, but she is not even close to doing it correctly. She informs me that there is nothing there, the scan must have been wrong. I tell her I have done this before with my prior repair and she must not be conducting the examination correctly. I tried to use words that didn’t exactly say, she screwed up. So I tell her the inguinal ring is here, as I point to it. I tell her other doctors usually insert the tip of their finger up in there, have me cough and can then feel the hernia better. She tries, but she is not in the right spot again, so I correct her again. She listens this time and repeats the process on me. She then tells me to get dressed and the doctor will be in next to see me.  She leaves to room. So, the door opens and in walks the doctor. She again goes over my history and reason that I am there. This is getting old for me. She then tells me she wants to examine me but first she wants to inform me she has done hundreds of repairs as a surgeon. She tells me to stand up, she reaches on the counter and puts on gloves while telling me to lower my zipper and pants a little bit. I inform her that I really have no issue with lowering my pants, she replies she spends her whole day looking anyway. She does the normal palpate and squeeze with the turn your head and cough for me routine. She looks back into my paperwork and repeats the same on the other side. Now, normally my penis shrivels up like a frightened turtle on exams like this, however today I seem to be a little bit bigger than normal. Weird, I know. Anyway, she goes about her exam and feels around and then starts to examine my testicles directly. She then stops suddenly and begins to say something when I accidently interrupt her by telling her I have felt a mass on my lower left testicle. She reaches back in and rolls it around, while holding my penis by the base with her other hand. She released my dick and starts comparing the two testicles in each hand. She then says she doesn’t feel anything and I can get dressed. She washes her hands as I get dressed. We sit back down, and she goes over her findings and asks more questions about my previous repair that was done. She goes on to say that she will do the surgery on me in a few months as it is not that urgent of a need plus I should lose a few pounds before the surgery anyway. This whole time she is now point and looking directly at my crotch with almost everything she says. I beginning to think she is going to ask me to show her again. But she didn’t. She told me to stay there and the medical assistant will be right back in to give me some paperwork. As I sit there, the door is cracked open a bit and the metal plate scale on the floor is crying for me to get an actual weight measurement. I am tempted to close the door, strip and weigh myself. However I fear the medical assistant walking in and me being naked. So I don’t do it. I know what my scale at home weighs me as and this scale, a more accurate scale, is calling me heavier. I wonder if it is the 5 pounds for clothes rule? In walks the assistant with the discharge paperwork for me. She hands me each sheet and goes over the things it talks about. The risk of surgery, the need to lose the weight… She then says I am free to go, but she sits there on the doctor’s stool and doesn’t move. So I go to stand up and ask her if she minds if I reweigh myself with a more accurate method, pointing to the open. She says for me to go at it and turns on the stool and shuts the door. I figure I will give her the hint and removed my shoes and shirt. I cant really turn around in this small room, so I unbutton my pants and unzip, she doesn’t flinch. I drop my pants and remove them. I am now naked with socks on my feet. I put my pants on the chair and go to step on the scale when she reaches out with the pen in her hand and stops me from facing the scale. She tells me the scale must be turned on before I step on it. She points to the button I need to press first. So I do and go to stand on the scale when the pen comes back around me and I feel it dig into my hip, she tells me to wait for it to zero out before stepping on it. It zeros out, I stand on the metal plate and sure enough I am almost 5 pounds lighter without clothes on. I half turn to her and tell her, see my bathroom scale at home is about the same. She lets out a silent gasp as she stares right at my crotch area. She rolls forward and tells me to turn and face her, I am bleeding! When she reached out with the pen, the ink left a mark across my hip and blood is starting to drip out of the 2 inch scratch across my hip. She reaches over and turns on the water and grabs a paper towel. She wets it and reaches over and wipes my hip. The blood stops for a second and she sees the blue line of ink. She grabs more towels, squirts some soap on it, wets it and comes back in for a rough scrubbing. She is going back and forth, up and down. My dick is going nuts here, and she is a few inches away from me, but she is focused on my newly acquired wound she inflicted on me. I look down and put my hand in the way, she retracts. I look and see its only a scratch and the blue ink is mostly gone. She says she is very sorry for marking and cutting me. I tell her no worries I can barely feel it. She just sits there staring at me. I am not sure if she is looking at the cut or my dick. I think it is time to break the now awkward predicament and go to turn away form her to get my clothes back on. She reaches up and lifts my dick up in the air, almost as if she was going to examine me underneath my dick. Her head lowers a bit, then cocks to the side as she releases my dick telling me to get dressed now. I grab my shirt and put it on. I then grab my jeans, while still facing her sitting on the doctor’s stool, holding a wet and soapy paper towel wad.  I step into my jeans, she is still looking at my crotch. I can’t tell if she is looking at my dick or the line she drew on my hip. I raise my pants and button my jeans, my dick is fully sticking out of the zipper part. I reach down and apologize for that happening like that and tuck myself back in to my jeans as she begins to tell me she should be apologizing to me, not the other way around! I zip up, she twirls around, stands up and opens the door and walks down the hallway a bit before turning around and giving me the sad puppy dog eyes and says she is very sorry to me. I tell her I will live, no worries. She points me to the exit door and tells me to have a nice day. Since this day I have beat off about ten times thinking of this wonderful examination.    

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