Becoming a model patient

(Part 1 from 14. Fiction.)

All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on......


My story starts approximately 20 years from now in the UK, when following decisions made by successive governments the NHS as we know and love is all but dead and forgotten. The only medical treatment available is either personally financed or through corporate insurance. If you are in employment or wealthy then the treatment received is excellent but for the common person (like me) it is virtually non-existent. One side effect of these changes was that the medical industry was wealthy and attracted a great many students wanting to get foothold on the career ladder and so Universities were expanding rapidly to cash in on the available money and cope with the demands placed on them.

Fortunately for me, although I am now thirty years old, I have always been healthy. So until now I have never had to seek the services of the medical profession. Since leaving school with good qualifications I have been continuously employed and enjoyed the style of living that comes with good wages, for example my own home, regular holidays abroad, my own home, nice clothes, gym membership & a personal trainer to keep me as young and fit as possible (holding back the years I guess you might say). However that abruptly came to an end six months ago when my employer made me redundant. I was left with only just enough money to keep the roof over my head and food on the table but no medical cover which I found disconcerting.

So began my long search for a new job, and I’m elated to say that with this morning’s post came an offer of a post from a rival of my former employer (ironic eh?). I am so happy, I almost overlooked the fact that the job is subject to references (no problem there) and a mandatory medical (should be okay, not aware of any problems).

Well, here I go, off to my new job, washed and brushed and looking damned smart I don’t mind saying. It’s been a long time since I had worn a business suit and I felt good! Into the main lobby I confidently strode and handed my temporary security pass to the guard standing in the main foyer. He glanced at it and waived me to the chic looking receptionist by the main lift. She was at least more welcoming and explained that I was expected and an appointment had been made for me to see the company medical officer and that I should proceed directly to his office on the fourteenth floor. Pleasantly surprised by the organisation displayed so far I felt that I had made the right choice by accepting this new job although it wasn’t as well paid as my previous one, but then beggars can’t be choosers.

Arriving on the fourteenth floor, I turned left and walked along the corridor, casually looking in through open doors into plushly decorated meeting rooms but otherwise empty of staff. Shortly I arrived at the door I was seeking; it had the name “Dr. Baxter-Hendrick” on it. I knocked on the door to be greeted with a gruff “Come in please”.

The voice belonged to a regular looking man, mid-fifties, average build and height, brown hair and blue eyes which twinkled with humour. “Ah, you must be Joseph Ashram. Please close the door, take a seat and make yourself comfortable. According to my notes you start today with this company, subject to this medical, which I am sure, looking at you will not be a problem.” I smiled and I said I hope so as I need all the money I can get, to which he laughed.

He was calm and confident as he explained what the medical would consist of, first the standard question and answer section, then secondly the physical examination before writing up the report. The questions were of no great concern i.e. previous medical history, family medical history, next of kin, exercise regimes, hobbies etc. Each answer I gave him he faithfully noted down before looking me in the eye and asking the next question. Finally he put his pen down and said that we were now ready for the physical examination, which I must admit, I was slightly nervous about.

He asked me to remove my clothing keeping only my boxer shorts on and to sit on the couch. I did so and as I stripped I neatly folded my clothes neatly on my chair before sitting on the couch as instructed. My blood pressure, pulse, breathing and reflexes were measured and found to be perfectly normal. As the wrote the readings down he absentmindedly asked me to remove my boxer shorts and stand by the couch. I choked and asked him why. Frowning he said that there were still more tests to be carried out which required me to be naked, without which he could not complete the medical.

With a sigh I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled my boxers down, stepped out of them and put them with the rest of my clothing. I stood in front of him, naked and feeling a little awkward but rather turned on by the idea of what was to come. He stood in front of me and gently cupped my balls in one hand, asked me to cough and then felt them for any abnormalities. After a couple of minutes he pronounced them fine, by which time my cock was almost standing to attention. I’m sure a saw a trace of a smile as he carried on writing his notes. Just as I was beginning to get restless he looked up and asked me to turn round and bend over the couch. I guessed what was coming, sure enough after a brief explanation I felt a greased finger touch my anus and gently push its way in until it could go no further and then started to feel around until it found my prostate. I must admit I groaned at that point, the finger stopped moving and withdrew. The doctor told me to stand up and again confirmed that everything appeared fine. One final test remained to be done, his tone was rather apologetic. He wished to see me walking to see if I had any back, knee or hip problems. Unfortunately his walking machine was out of action so he would need me to walk up the corridor and back so he could get an accurate picture of my gait.

I went to say no way, but the look on his face reminded me that I still needed to have the medical successfully completed in order to keep my job. The doctor assured me that it would be very quick and no one would see me, so reluctantly I walked to the door and opened it peering round the corner to see if anyone was around. Thankfully no one was. He told me to walk casually to the lift door and back. I did so, with face burning in embarrassment and was immensely relieved to get back to the safety of the doctor’s office. I was told that I could put my clothes back on and that I had successfully passed the company medical. I was now a fully fledged member of the company and the report would be given to my line manager by the end of the week.


As I got up to leave the doctor asked me to wait a minute, he had something to give me which I night find of interest. My curiosity was aroused especially when I was handed an envelope with my name on it but he instructed me not to open it until I got home. He assured me it was absolutely genuine, his contact details were included inside so that I could call him to discuss the contents without needing to use the official channels.

My first day at work felt like the longest day of my life, the work was boring but most of all my mind kept coming back to what might be in the envelope. My imagination ran wild and I came very close to opening the envelope in the company toilets but I managed to resist until I got home before tearing the envelope open.

I sat at my kitchen table with my mouth agape; I could not believe what I was reading. It was an advert and this is what the advert said:

“Are you outgoing, open minded, friendly, approachable, available at short notice and in need of extra cash? If so a career in medical modelling might be for you. Please call Dr. Baxter-Hendrick for further details and an application pack. What are you waiting for?”

Well I started to laugh, it wasn’t what I had imagined it to be but boy was I interested! I called the number on the advert and left a message on the doctor’s voicemail asking for an application pack and further information to be sent to me. I was grateful that I didn’t speak to him directly as I might just have changed my mind.

Two days later I received the package and it looked all very corporate and professional. The job advertised would be based at the local medical university and the successful applicant would help the tutors with their lectures in various ways, mainly as a model but also in a practical way. The initial contract would be for seven weeks but if after this initial period both parties were satisfied with the arrangement then the contract would be made permanent. In view of the sensitive nature of the role and that the university was being very particular when seeking the right candidate intensive interviews would be held followed by a medical examination before the appointment could be confirmed. It emphasised that the salary was very generous and that an incentive scheme existed for successful completion of the contract. Not only that but lifelong free medical cover was also offered.

I decided I had nothing to lose, certainly not the job I currently had which was extremely boring and one I was already growing to hate. This university post sounded much more interesting so I wasted no time in completing the application form and posted it back the next day.

Oh how that week dragged, until the day I finally received the reply I had been hoping for, “Yes” I shouted. My application had been accepted and that I was being invited for an interview that weekend at the university. It said I should bring an overnight bag in case the interview overran on the Saturday and that the medical would be held on Sunday. If successful I would be starting on the following Monday. Wow that was fast moving I thought. I called Dr. Baxter-Hendrick to accept the invitation for interview.

Saturday morning arrived; I was like a cat on a hot tin roof! I packed, unpacked and repacked my overnight bag – how stupid, it was only an interview however well paid and interesting it might sound. Finally it was time to leave, my taxi had arrived, I slammed the front door shut and briskly strode to the waiting car. We arrived at the university early giving me plenty of time to explore the campus and get a feel for the place and the students within. I fell in love with the place and felt at home straight away, making me that much more eager to pass the interview, I couldn’t bear the thought of walking away and going back to my dull job, ugh!!

With butterflies in my stomach I approached main reception and told the receptionist that I had an interview with Dr. Baxter-Hendrick at 2.30pm. Ah yes, was the reply, that would be over in the main lecture theatre and I was given a visitors badge and directions on how to find it. Following the directions carefully (the campus is huge) I found the building; a very impressive modernist building covered in polished steel and mirrored glass. I was surprised to find controlled access on the front door, but in these days of terrorism I guess you can’t be too careful. However on my approach the doors opened and a familiar face greeted me, Dr. Baxter-Hendrick; he smiled warmly and beckoned me in.

He made small talk as he led me to the main staircase and we started to climb. I was slightly out of breath by the time we got to the top floor but Adam (as he insisted on being called) carried on talking without a pause. Laughing when he noticed my heavy breathing he promised this would be a thing of the past with all the facilities they have available, assuming of course I passed the interview. At the top of the stairs was a door with a “staff only” sign again with controlled access. Inside was a large open plan room which seemed to occupy the whole of the top floor. To my left was an area containing the usual office type furniture e.g. desks, computers etc. To my right was a lounge area with large leather sofas where two suited men were sitting chatting and casually observing my entrance. What caught my attention was straight in front of me; I can only describe it as being a pseudo consultation room with a wet room adjacent, but again all open plan.

Before I could think any more about it Adam called the two men over and introduced me to them as Dr. Peter Miller (Head of Human Resources) and Dr Tom Wallis (Head of Student Services), they would be interviewing me in conjunction with Adam (Medical Advisor to the University). With the preliminaries over we walked over to a large oval table, me one side and the three doctors on the other side and the interview began.

The position of “model patient” had arisen due to the expansion of the teaching faculty and its increasing success academically. However it was becoming a victim of its own success and the university was finding that its students were lacking practical experience and intimate hands on “knowledge” so they needed a person who would be able to facilitate the gaining of this valuable experience and knowledge. Adam had been tasked with finding suitable candidates and I had been shortlisted, there were five others also being considered (so I still had to impress them).

Over the next two hours I was quizzed by all three of them assessing how I responded to possible situations, personalities and what would be expected of me along with the usual personal history questions. I must have ticked the right boxes because by the end of the interview all three seemed satisfied and were happy to announce that I had passed the initial interview. We had a short relief break, then I was informed that the compulsory medical examination would commence now as we had made good progress and they saw no reason to delay further.

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