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The curtain was pulled back and Dr. Harper stepped up next to the table. "Okay, Tommy. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," he croaked.

"I'm going to start with the examination okay. Just relax."

Tommy nodded. He could feel the flush working it's way up his torso and neck, and flooding his face as Dr. Harper swept her eyes over his naked form, taking in his nudity with clinical eyes.

He wasn't embarrassed about his body-far from it-but he couldn't help the feeling of vulnerability at his state of undress when the doctor was fully clothed, his hands crept from where he'd had them against his sides to his soft cock, as he tried to stealthily cover himself.

He watched her walk around to the end of the table and stop at the sink. He got an eyeful of her pert ass as she bent down at retrieved something from the tray next to the countertop. Tommy hastily looked away as she straightened and then he heard the snap of latex. He looked back to find Dr. Harper pumping some kind of liquid onto her latex gloved fingers and then she was turning towards him.

"Okay, Tommy. I need you to pull up your knees and hold them against your chest for me."

Tommy, his eyes wide, looked from her stern face to her hand, the lubricated fingers glistening under the glaring lights. Holy shit, no way. She was not going to put them where he thought she was. He knew what a prostate exam entailed and he was not old enough to need one.

Dr. Harper wasn't impressed with his hesitation. "Tommy, pull up your knees now," she snapped out sternly, "unless you want me to tie them up there?"

Her words speared through Tommy his eyes widening at her threat as he quickly shook his head. He pulled up his knees with reluctance and held them against his chest, feeling his vulnerable asshole expose itself to the doctor's eyes.

"Good boy," Dr. Harper said.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the doctor lean in close and exam the part of his body even he hadn't seen before. He clenched his asshole instinctively, protectively.

"It looks like it's trying to greet me," Dr. Harper said, a touch of amusement in her voice. Tommy was about to bite off a sharp retort when her cold, slippery fingers traced over his rim. He shuddered at the unusual sensation. Her fingers rubbed over the clenched hole, testing its resistance and leaving a trail of slippery residue. "Look how pretty it looks, like a flower. Let's take a look inside."