Coldoak
By A.J. Brown
Man has an eerie doctor's appointment


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Art looked around the waiting room of the doctor's office as he waited to get
his first physical in his new town. Dr. McLoughlin was the only doctor he
could find in this small town that he had moved to. He didn't want to have a
female doctor but he didn't have a choice. The number of doctors were limited
just like everything else was around here.

Art was 23-years-old, a recent college graduate, with an accounting degree. He
moved to this small town of Coldoak because he was having trouble finding a
job. He ended up getting a job about 30 minutes outside of Coldoak but Coldoak
had the most affordable apartment he could find.

It was a different kind of town. There was one of everything. One grocery
store. One bar. One local restaurant. The people there were what was the most
different about it. They were very reserved. Quiet. Almost spooky in a way. He
hadn't made any friends in the town. He just kind of kept to himself and
reminded himself that he was here for financial purposes.

"Arthur?"

He heard the nurse call him. He looked at her before he stood up. She was
younger than most nurses he had seen in the past, not looking like she could
have been any more than 27 or 28 years old. She wore nerdy looking glasses and
she looked like she was a socially awkward woman based on the uncomfortable
look that she had on her face.

She had long, dark hair that was kind of curly. It looked like she just jumped
right out of bed with that hair and didn't comb it or anything. She wasn't
dressed like any nurse he had ever seen before. She just wore a blue
sweatshirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of sneakers. She did wear her nurse ID
badge hooked to the belt buckle of her jeans.

"Hi!" he said as he stood up trying to be friendly and he walked towards her.

"Hi, I'm Liza," she said and even her voice sounded nerdy.

She led him back and she seemed like she knew what she was doing. She took his
weight, his vitals, and asked him all of the customary questions, like if he
smoked and everything like that. Her facial expression would change back and
forth from a nerdy uncomfortable looking smile to a straight serious face.

She asked him if he was married or in a relationship. He was always
embarrassed to answer that question as he was single and had been for a long
time. He actually never had a girlfriend before. The few girls he had dated or
hooked up with would just kind of 'ghost' him or fade away from him before
ever getting too close. He had only ever had sex with two women and with both
of them the first time was the last time.

"OK," she said and she stood up. "Dr. McLoughlin will be in to examine you
shortly. Please strip down completely, including your underwear, and put all
of your clothes in here." She pulled a big basket that was on wheels away from
the wall. Art had never been asked to strip down completely naked for a
physical, at least not right away. He looked around the room.

"Where is the gown for me to put on?" he asked.

"We don't use those," Liza said, looking kind of annoyed like it was a
question that she got often. "They're too much of a pain to take care of and
Dr. McLoughlin doesn't like to have any clothing get in the way of the
examination. So you can just put all of your clothes in this basket and the
doctor will be in to see you shortly."

She gave him an impatient smile and then quickly made her way out of the room.
Art felt uncomfortable and thought about what he wanted to do. The doctor had
been very backed up and it took over two months for him to actually be able to
get in for this appointment.

Liza had been very clear about what she wanted him to do so there was no
misunderstanding. He knew that doctors could be impatient if you didn't listen
to them. He stripped off all of his clothes and put them in basket. He sat
there feeling uncomfortable completely naked. He thought about the fact that,
even though it was going to be his doctor, the next person that was going to
be in that room was someone who he never met that was going to see him
completely naked at first sight. He heard a light knock at the door and he
assumed that would be the doctor. Instead, it was Liza.

"I'll just take this so it doesn't get in the way during the appointment," she
said.

As he watched her wheel the basket that had all of his clothes in it out of
the room, he was too much in shock to say anything. Why did she possibly need
to do that? As he thought about what to say, she just smiled and was out of
the room with the door closed and all of his clothes before he knew it.

So now he sat naked in the small room without his clothes on and without
access to them. It then hit him that his wallet, phone, and car keys were in
his pants that Liza had. He definitely didn't want her to take those away from
him. But he couldn't go back in the hall to tell her or anyone because he was
naked.

He looked around the room to see if there was any kind of phone or buzzer to
call someone back in. There was nothing. There was also literally nothing on
the walls. They were all just plain white. He was fairly certain that every
other doctor's office he had ever been in had some sort of decoration on the
walls, or at least some facts about health or something. There was nothing
like that and there weren't even any magazines in there.

So there he sat naked, uncomfortable, and getting cold as he waited for the
doctor. He looked down at his dick and saw that it looked extremely small,
clearly caused by the fact that he was uncomfortable and a little cold. Even
though it was just his doctor, she was still a female and he didn't like that
she'd be seeing him look that small. His phone was his only thing he had to
tell time with and Liza had taken that away. With no clocks on the walls he
didn't know how long he was waiting but it seemed like over a half an hour had
passed. He finally heard another knock on the door and he worried it may be
Liza again.

Instead, in walked a woman who he assumed was the doctor, but he couldn't be
sure because she was dressed casually as well. She wore a red plaid button-up
shirt, a tight pair of blue jeans, and a pair of brown shoes. She had thick
looking thighs but the tight blue jeans showed that the woman who appeared to
be in her early-thirties, had a good butt. She was short, definitely not more
than 5'2, and had straight brown hair. Art thought she had a nerdy looking
face although she wasn't wearing glasses. He did think that she had extremely
pretty eyes.

"Hi Art," she said speaking confidently as she looked him directly in the eyes
and she offered to shake his hand which he accepted. "I'm Dr. McLoughlin. Liza
already gave me all of your basic information so let's get started with your
physical."

She picked up that light used to look into patients' ears, eyes, and mouth.
She first stuck it in his ears. She pushed it in deeper than he thought was
necessary and it hurt a bit. When she shined it in his eyes, the light seemed
brighter than usual on one of those things and it hurt his eyes. She put it in
his mouth to look and stuck it deep in his mouth enough to gag him as she
looked in. She pulled it away and put it down without apologizing.

"Now we're going to test your strength," she said. "I want you to put your
arms like this." She made a fist with each of her hands and put out her arms
at a 90 degree angle to her inner arms were facing her and her outer arms
facing him. He did what she asked and, especially since he was naked, he could
see how skinny his arms looked and he was embarrassed about that.

"Good," she said. "Now I am going to push against your arms and I want you to
resist me as much as you can."

She pushed on his arms with her hands and he immediately realized that she
felt a lot stronger than him. He didn't like feeling weak like that. He was
noticeably trying hard to resist and she didn't look like she was putting much
effort into it. She put more push into and pushed him backwards onto the
doctor's room exam table he was on. He watched his skinny legs go up and felt
his dick swing as he fell backwards as a result of getting overpowered by the
smaller woman. He sat up and he could have sworn that she had a look on her
face like she was mocking him for that happening.

"Now I want you to do the same thing with your arms," she said to him when he
sat up. "This time I am going to pull on your arms and I want you to resist.
Make sure you try your hardest to resist. I'm testing your strength here."

The exam table was over three feet off of the ground. If she was able to
overpower him pulling him the same way that she did when she pushed him, she'd
probably pull him right down on the hard floor. He had too much male pride to
speak up and say he was concerned about her being able to do that to him,
though.

He put his arms up like she asked and even before she touched him he was
tightening up as much as he could. He decided he was going to make sure that
she didn't pull him off of the exam table. He wasn't a big guy standing at six
feet and only weighing 160 pounds. But he was still a lot bigger than she was
and he was confident that if he tried his hardest there was no way that she
could overpower him.

She put her soft, very feminine feeling, hands on the inside of his forearms
and started pulling. He already noticed that she didn't feel as strong pulling
as she did pushing. But without showing much effort she started to pull
harder. He was feeling it harder to resist her pull.

She pulled harder and he just wasn't strong enough to resist. She pulled him
forward right off of the bed. He put out his hands to brace himself for the
fall. But his knees hit the floor hard enough to hurt and it hurt his wrists
when his hands hit. He looked up at her and gave her a dirty look but she was
just writing down notes. She didn't apologize or even check if he was OK. He
got back up on the bed on his own.

"You are very weak for a 23-year-old male," she said to him, not hesitating at
all to say it in a way that embarrassed him. "I'm going to refer you to a
personal trainer and also write you a prescription for a supplement to take
when you are working out."

"Aren't those supplements bad for you?"

"You'll be fine," she said, not completely answering his question. "You
definitely won't be fine if you remain this weak. You can't be a grown man and
have a woman my size be stronger than you are, that's for sure. Now I'm going
to test your knees reflexes."

She took out a reflex hammer. She hit him on his left knee hard enough to
hurt. She did it two more times. He tried not to show that she had hurt him
again. She did the same to his right knee four times. Those really hurt and
this time he gave her a dirty look but she didn't even pay attention to it.

"OK, stand up," she said. "I'm going to give you a testicular exam."

She was very direct about it and actually looked a bit impatient when he
didn't stand up right away. Once he stood up it really showed to him how much
taller than her she was. The shorter woman wasted no time taking his balls in
her hands. She started to feel them and then started to play around with them.

His dick started to grow a bit when she did that. He hoped that she didn't
notice but he thought she had to, even though she seemed to be focused on his
balls as she rubbed them and moved them around. She seemed to be doing it much
longer than he thought was necessary. It made him feel very uneasy and even
though she was his doctor and it was a standard exam, the longer it lasted,
the more he didn't think it was right. When she was finally done, she actually
grabbed the head of his dick and held onto it.

"Your testicles look OK," she said and she still wasn't speaking with any
emotion in her voice. "But your penis is very small. In your visit summary I
am also going to recommend a website you can go to, to get some penis enlarger
pills."

Now he could feel his face getting red with embarrassment. He couldn't even
use the excuse that his dick was small because he was cold and nervous because
it had definitely grown to at least his regular size, if not a bit bigger,
with her touching him down there. And he couldn't believe she had actually
recommended that to him. What did that have to do with his health?

"Are those safe?" he asked. She looked impatient again.

"The website I'm recommending to you has the safest ones out there," she said.
"It's just like what you asked me about the supplements to get you stronger.
Everything has its potential downsides but you need them. You can't go around
with a penis that small. I see you are single right now which I could have
told you just by looking at you down there. These should at least fix your
small penis problem. Now I need you to turn around. I'm going to give you a
prostate exam."

"I thought you didn't need those until you're like forty."

"I like to do them for any male I have over 18 that gets a physical with me.
You never know these days and it doesn't take long to check. Better safe than
sorry. Please turn around and rest your hands on the exam table."

He didn't do it right away and he watched her pull a pair of latex gloves from
a drawer in the room. He watched her put them on slowly, the latex stretching
out on her fingers, and she almost looked like she was proud to be putting
them on. He suddenly felt very intimidated by the 5'2 woman.

"Come on," she said when he hadn't turned around yet.

He turned around and rested his hands on the exam table, already wincing as he
had never been touched in that area before. The doctor put some lube on her
fingers and then he felt her jab them right up his ass. It felt like she had
stuck at least two fingers up there. He tried his best not to let out a little
scream.

He stood there tightening his muscles as her fingers felt around up his
asshole. He didn't like pain as it was but this kind of pain was especially
bothersome as it just felt so weird. It was hurting him but kind of
stimulating him at the same time. He felt tingles in that area and then he
felt his dick starting to get hard. He didn't like it at all and as her
fingers moved around some more he moved his hips a bit to try and counter the
feeling.

"How much longer is this going to take?" he asked and he knew he sounded wimpy
when he said it.

"I'll be done when I'm done," she said. "But the more you talk or move around
the longer it will take."

He just had to stay calm and sit still to get this over with. But it was so
hard. He could feel her fingers keep touching the sides of his butthole. She
then stuck them up really deep and he couldn't help but let out a little
whine, it hurt, and it felt so weird. The longer it went on the less patient
he was able to stay for wanting it to end.

And while it continued to hurt him and feel weird, his cock was really
starting to get bigger. He could feel it filling up with cum as it was
becoming rock hard. He did not like this kind of erection at all that was
being forced on him at a time when he didn't want it.

The intensity of all of it grew as she had been doing that to him for a few
minutes. He could feel the pain as she kept poking really deep. He felt the
weirdness of something just moving around that part of his body, just feeling
extremely uncomfortable, even not including the pain aspect of it.

And it got to the point where it was so sexually stimulating for him that he
liked it. As he could feel himself getting close to cumming, he wanted her to
do it harder and more, even though he felt so dirty for having that desire.
She continued poke around up there and he let out a little whine as he could
feel an ejaculation coming. She gave him another good poke and a bunch of cum
shot right out of his cock and got on one of the drawers of the exam table,
then started to drip. She poked again and more shot out. He was so humiliated.
He felt her pull her fingers out but he could still feel the pain in his butt
and just the weirdness that she touched him down there in a way that he had a
feeling wasn't necessary. He felt extremely violated.

"You liked that, huh?" she said to him. "I see how you are now. Clean up that
mess you made. There are paper towels and some cleanser in that drawer over by
the wall."

She sat down to take some notes while he walked over to get the stuff to clean
up his mess. He really felt like her bitch as he was there naked spraying and
wiping while she sat there clothed, writing things, down, and not paying
attention to him. When he cleaned it up he threw the paper towel away and put
the cleanser back.

"Did it feel normal?" he asked her.

"Oh yeah," she said like the answer to that question was obvious. "You're way
too young to have any kind of prostate problems anyway. We didn't really need
to do that test. Have a seat."

He sat back down on the exam table just sitting there naked as she took more
notes. He could still feel the pain and the weirdness in his butt from what
she had done. And now that she basically admitted that she fooled him into
doing it - she had used her power to abuse him, in his mind. That upset him a
lot. He actually wanted to cry but he held back, not wanting her to see that.

He continued to sit there, feeling the paper stretched out across the exam
table, touching his ass while she took some final notes. If the exam was over
he wanted to put his clothes back on and he really wanted to cover his dick up
after what she had said about it. It seemed like it was forever before she
spoke again.

"I'm going to go and order some blood work for you," she said. "We have a lab
right across the street you can go to right now, if you'd like. Liza will be
back shortly with your clothes. You can check out at the front desk once you
get dressed and then go to the lab. Any questions?"

He didn't have any questions. The doctor gave him a handshake before leaving
and he felt how feminine her hand felt, further making him feel humiliated for
being overpowered by him. He left and sat there naked longer. He was pretty
sure it was another ten minutes before Liza came back in the room wheeling in
the basket with his clothes in them. She had a big, nerdy smile on her face.

"Here are your clothes," she said and then she looked right in the area of his
dick. "You can get yourself dressed and then go check out at the check-out
desk. They'll give you the information for your lab tests and your visit
summary which will have the website to go to for the penis enlargement pills.
Definitely listen to the doctor and get those. You're going to need them if
you don't want to be single anymore. See you later!"

She gave him one last smile before walking out the door and closing it on her
way out. Art had never felt so humiliated before. He couldn't believe that
both of those women embarrassed him like that. He thought that what he had
told the doctor was supposed to be confidential but he supposed the nurse had
access to all of that information anyway. Even if not, who was he going to
complain to? If he did complain, that would be more people that found out
about the discussion.

Both the nurse and the doctor left a bad impression with him. Before he got
dressed he checked his pockets to make sure no money had been stolen out of
his wallet or anything else. But all of the money was there and his wallet and
phone looked to be untouched. He was still glad he was getting the blood drawn
in a different building. He quickly got dressed and left the room.

The girl that was checking him out had to be only 19 or 20 years old. She
wasn't great looking but she sure tried hard. She had long, blond, curly hair
that she had clearly spent a lot of time on that morning. She wore bright red
lipstick and noticeable eye shadow. She wore large hoops earrings. She wore a
low-cut shirt that showed off her cleavage even though her boobs were small.
She had very long fingernails which looked fake and had shiny bright red nail
polish on them. He saw a pack of cigarettes sitting on her desk right out in
the open which he didn't think even a secretary should be doing if she worked
at a doctor's office. The girl took a couple of pieces of paper off of the
printer.

"This is the paper that you need to give to the blood place across the
street," she said and she handed him the first piece of paper. She looked
right at the second piece of paper and she laughed out loud, holding onto it
and reading it for a moment before giving it to him. "And this is your visit
summary for today."

She handed him the piece of paper and written very clearly on it for him to
see was the instructions for him to go the website to get the penis
enlargement pills. He looked at the girl who was still laughing and he felt
his stomach drop. He clumsily walked out of the building, more humiliated than
ever, now by these 3 women.

After signing in at the lab, he sat in the waiting room. Like it was in Dr.
McLoughlin's office, the room was very plain. It was just a white room with
nothing on the walls and no magazines at all. There were two other patients
waiting in the room and they both looked like they were in their eighties. One
was a white-haired lady who had a walker in front of her and was leaning
forward with a hunched back. The other was a man with not much hair sitting in
a different part of the room. He had on a short-sleeved shirt and his arms
looked so skinny it looked like someone could just grab one of his arms and
break it in half just like a stick. It was completely silent in there. The
waiting room gave Art the creeps and he couldn't wait to be done with this.

As he sat there, just thinking because that was all he could do in that silent
room, he could still feel tingly in a bad way around his ass and his crotch
from the way the doctor had touched him. His ass definitely felt different
from being poked around in it made him feel very weird. He still had that
feeling like he had violated and he feared that wasn't going to go away
anytime soon.

This time he could check the time because he had his phone with him. Over a
half hour passed before anyone came out. The two old people were completely
silent that entire time and Art was pretty sure that neither one of them moved
at all. Finally, the door to the back opened.

"Arthur?"

The woman that called him had an extremely quiet voice and Art could barely
hear her. She was an extremely short woman that couldn't be more than five
feet tall and looked like she was in her late twenties. She was extremely
skinny, her arms looking even skinnier than the old man in the room. Art
didn't think she could have weighed more than 85 pounds. She had blond hair
with some red dye in it and she had a lip ring. She gave Art the creeps. He
wanted to walk out. But he was just getting some blood drawn. He told himself
he was being ridiculous. This was just how people looked in this town he was
in. He stood up.

"Yes?"

"I'm Hazel," she said, her voice so quiet there was no way he would have been
able to hear her if there was any other noise in the room. "I'll be drawing
your blood today. Come on back."

She not only spoke quietly but she had the most monotone high voice Art had
ever heard. He walked towards her with her looking indifferent to how long it
took. When they both walked through the door to the back room, she closed the
door and she locked it. As he wondered why she locked it, she led him to the
chair where she was going to draw his blood.

"Have a seat right here," she said and when he sat down she started rubbing
some alcohol on his arm. "Did you have anything to eat this morning?"

"No," he said. "They told me not to until after the bloodwork."

"Good," she said and he saw her holding the needle in her hand. "Very, very
good."

She jabbed the needle into his vein much harder than he thought was necessary.
The tube started filling up with his blood. This blood draw hurt much more
than any he had ever had before. He tried not to let it show that it was
bothering him. He didn't want to be the wimpy guy that looked like he couldn't
handle getting some blood drawn.

She filled up the first tube, unattached it, then attached another one. It
felt like this was lasting much longer than any time it had in the past. The
needle being in his arm that long was becoming extremely uncomfortable. He
wasn't afraid to show a look of discomfort on his face hoping that she would
see that and pull the needle out, or at least assure him that they were close
to being done.

But she did nothing of the sort and she didn't even acknowledge his look of
displeasure in any way. She just kept drawing more blood and every time she
put a new tube on there he knew it was going to be a little bit longer. He was
getting impatient but was becoming too afraid to say anything as being all
alone in this locked room with this woman taking a bunch of his blood was
really creeping him out.

She continued to take more. It felt like it was never ending. He had felt
woozy for quite a bit. Initially he had thought maybe he was just being a wimp
but as more blood was taken he knew for sure she had taken too much. It was
getting to the point where he felt like he was too weak to say anything even
if he wanted to.

Finally after taking lots of tubes of blood from him she pulled the needle out
of his arm, doing it roughly so it still hurt. She held a gauze pad down on
where she poked him and then taped it on his arm. He felt very faint but he
had a panicky feeling like he just wanted to be out of that building. He'd
pass out in the backseat of his car for a while if he had to, anything to get
out of there.

"OK," she said to him, like what she was saying was obvious. "You can go."

Just wanting to get out of there, he stood up fast and he could feel the major
head rush when he did. He was seeing a lot of black and a lot of stars. He
felt dizzy and like he was going to faint. He looked like a drunkard walking
as he stumbled towards the door but he fell flat on his face long before he
got there.

"Oh goodness, are you OK?" she said and her tone of voice sounded like she
didn't care in the least. "I guess the blood draw must have been too much for
you. Here, come on in this room so you can rest for a little bit."

She bent down next to him and took his upper arm to help him. All he could do
was crawl on the floor with her assistance, not having any idea where she was
taking him, but not being in any condition to ask or argue. Things were
looking darker for him and he allowed her to lead him into a dark room. She
just kind of dumped him on the floor of it once he was in there.

"Get some rest in here," Hazel said to him, a tone in her voice that he didn't
trust at all. "You'll be OK."

He lay on his back looking at the ceiling, feeling like he could pass out, and
almost wishing that he did so he didn't have to feel this way. He heard the
door slam as Hazel left the room and now it got even darker in there. Was the
door locked? He didn't know and it didn't matter because he lacked the
strength to get up and try either way.

So he just lay there, feeling weaker than ever. He was starting to see shapes
in the dark room and he saw brighter stars as well. He was on the verge of
hallucinating and he would have been much more afraid if he wasn't so woozy.
One thing he could still feel was that his asshole still felt like it had been
violated.

He wasn't sure how long he was in there, though it didn't feel like it had
been that long, when the door opened again. He lifted his head to see Hazel
walk in the room with another woman. The woman wore long black boots that went
up passed her knees. Her legs looked short but the woman's upper legs looked
thick. She wore a tight pair of black leather shorts. Up top she wore nothing
but a black leather bra. Her entire body looked fit but she looked to be very
short overall. He saw that the woman was actually holding a whip in her hand.
And then he was so shocked that it woke him up a bit when he saw her face and
saw that the woman in black leather was Dr. McLoughlin. He lay on the ground
at the feet of the woman who had overpowered him to pull him on the floor,
insulted his penis size, and violated his asshole. He felt too weak to even
speak.

"So do I get to fuck him now?" Hazel said eagerly to Dr. McLoughlin. "I get to
fuck him right?"

"Yes," the doctor said impatiently. "Help me get off his clothes."

Hazel quickly got down on her knees and pulled off Art's shoes, then his
socks. Dr. McLoughlin was slower about it but she kneeled above him and
started pulling his shirt off. Art remained helpless as the two women stripped
him completely naked. Hazel looked at his dick.

"Oh he's got a tiny dick and he's not even hard!" Hazel complained like she
was having a tantrum. "You told me if I took this job you'd get me laid! How
am I supposed to get laid with a dick like that?"

"Relax," the doctor said to her somewhat impatiently and Hazel quickly quieted
down looking like she wanted to do whatever she had to do to have sex. "I can
get this guy hard within a few seconds. He's not getting any action so he's
easy."

The doctor reached her hand and he thought that she was going to stick her
fingers up his ass again. Instead, she gave his balls a good squeeze. It hurt
him but he felt like he was close to passing out either way so he couldn't
give any reaction of pain. He could certainly feel it, though.

The doctor grabbed a hold of his cock and started to stroke it. It felt
amazing and it gave him a little bit of adrenaline, making him feel like he
may not pass out. She stroked his cock harder. It really felt good. At that
point he just wanted her to make him cum before he passed out and then he'd
worry about anything else later. But then the doctor let go of him and his
dick was sticking straight up and hard. Once she let go, he quickly went back
to feeling very faint.

"He's all yours," the doctor said to Hazel.

Art raised his head and he hadn't even realized that Hazel had stripped
herself completely naked while the doctor was jerking him off. Not only was
her body tiny but it was pure skin and bones. He could see the outline of her
ribs underneath her skin and it was very unpleasant to look at. He liked a
good, small woman but she was way too much of an extreme. Her arms and legs
were as skinny as sticks, her chest was so flat that it didn't look like she
had boobs, and her skin was so pale it almost shined in the dark room.

Hazel eagerly jumped her tiny body right on him, her wet, unshaven pussy
sitting right on his extremely hard cock. She was a tiny girl but she was
fucking him hard and in his extremely weak state it was hard for him to take.
She felt tight and it was hurting his cock as she fucked him.

She let out little squeals as she fucked him harder, her voice sounding
extremely high-pitched. He began breathing very rapidly as she fucked him hard
and it was too much for him to handle. It added to his already extreme feeling
of light-headedness. He wanted to scream for her to stop but he didn't have
the energy to do so. As she was squealing, he felt his heart pounding, his
breathing was becoming more and more rapid, and he was seeing more dark spots,
making harder to see at all. He passed out while she was fucking him and she
just kept going.

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