Annoying the Annoying Doctor

Ok so let's start with why I was at his office.  My right kidney thinks it's job is to produce kidney stones on top of filtering my fluids. Had my first kidney stone at the age of 13. What an amazing experience of pain that was, let me tell ya. Most pass easily enough. But on occasion they are on the larger size and need help. This would be my second time going to this particular urologist to have the stone blasted into smaller bits so it could pass. 

During this second procedure he placed a stint from my bladder to my kidney to help the flow. Something he didn't do the first time. I was also the last patient that day. So as I came out of anesthesia it was just my wife, the one nurse and myself in the recovery area. The nurse went through her routine of explaining things  and said as soon as I gave a urine sample I was able to leave. Once I got my balance back I headed off to the restroom with the sample container in hand and my butt showing out the back of the gown I'm sure.

I stood above the toilet, lifted the gown and aimed into the container.  The urge came soon enough and I felt the relief of my bladder emptying.  Everything was as normal as I was about to finish up when the pain hit. Now without sounding like I'm boasting let me explain my tolerance for pain. I've broken several bones in my body, including a wrist and neck. (The neck was only a hairline fracture thank god.) I was in a car accident where I was thrown against the windshield. Dislocated a shoulder, and various other bang ups. Not to mention all the kidney stones I had passed before this time. In each occurance I just accepted the pain and went about life. Maybe moving a bit slower yet still not stopping. 

But this pain.... This pain was like nothing I had ever known. The only way to describe it is to think about having a drink with a straw. You get down the last bit in the cup. Tilting the cup and trying to get that little amount left up into the straw.  Thats what the stint was doing to my insides. Stars started flashing all-around me. My vision started to narrow. The room started to go dark. As I felt consciousness leaving me I managed to opened the door. The nurse from across the room saw me and started bolting right at me. I was starting to collapse with only one thought going through my mind, don't pour the piss on myself. My last motion as I was about to hit the floor was to put that container of piss on the desk that was right there. I was very, very determined not to be wearing my own urine. Then as I was about hit the floor the nurse's legs came under me like a baseball player sliding into home base as I passed out completely. 

I woke back up what to me seemed just a few seconds later laying in her lap. She got me to the bed and then tried to reach the doctor.  He couldn't be reached so she had me admitted for observation.  It was an outpatient procedure and that should not have happened. The next day the doctor dismissed my situation and the nurse's observation of what had happened. Discharging me without talking to me because he was going on vacation and didn't want to be bothered.  In my city this guy is the most renowned urologist.  So his word is doctrine in the hospitals. And if he says what I experienced didn't happen, well it just didn't. 

Fast forward 2 weeks when the stint was scheduled to be removed. I had learned to cut my stream off before I was finished because the pain only occurred at the end. And I was not happy with the way my situation was being handled. My last time seeing this doctor by the way. I was led to my room and told to remove everything below the waist and hopped on the table with a sheet covering my lower body. 

In walks a woman who was in her mid 40s. With a cart. Without saying a word she pulls the sheet back grabs my dick and sticks a large syringe into the head of my dick. Injects a large amount of thick clear goop, quickly clamps off the end of me with a clamp and leaves never saying a word. 

The doctor enters a few minutes later with an assistant who also has a cart. He placed my legs in stirrups and removed the sheet. And grabs his instrument; an endoscope of some sort. Says a few words then starts guiding it into me. I felt nothing. So I assumed the goop the unpleasant lady injected me with was some sort lubricant mixed with a numbing agent.  The assistant had to hold up some box it was attached to so he had the right amount of slack to do his thing. She was drop dead gorgeous. There are maybe 3 people I've met I would say that about. She is one of them. 

So anyways...time goes by, here I am spread eagle. Doctor has my dick in his hand and he's trying to get this thing up inside me to remove the stint. And I'm just admiring the natural beauty of this young woman. Then I notice he is being a bit more forceful in his actions. I look at him and see frustration on his face. I look down to what he's doing and realize he starting to stroke me. It must help in some way to have an erect penis while guiding this thing. But that wasn't happening.  It her hurry, the miserable nurse from before had that goop all over me. And I was numb completely.  I couldn't feel a thing. As time passes his frustration grew. He started to even get mad at his assistant.  I felt so delighted to be pissing him off. I just sat there watching him try all kinds of techniques to jerk me to an erection. Slow strokes, fast strokes. Long strokes, twisting his fist just around the head. 20 minutes or so go by. The poor girl has been holding the box the whole time. She gave a polite smile that expressed her discomfort holding the damn thing. As I gave her a look of understanding her situation.  

Finally he removed the stint. Left the room and I never saw him again. I was however amused to have ruined his day. My appointment was early.  What should have taken a few minutes took about half an hour. Meaning he would have to catch up on the rest of the day or be working late. 

I know this story was a bit long. But I felt the details were important.  And as always, I  enjoy ready about your experiences. Happy bating.