Buying Time

“You are… Armin?”

I nodded.

“I am the regional SM staff supervisor and your examiner. You may address me as Galatea. Kindly undress. Completely.” Her voice was unyielding as granite.

“Come here. Spread your legs.” She took my genitals in her hand and palpated them for what seemed like hours. Her touch was cold.

“Turn around. Bend over with hands on knees, and spread your legs. Keep perfectly still.” I felt her probing between my ass cheeks, then something cool and slippery was being inserted into me.

“It’s only a finger. Stop squirming! Now get up on the table and lie down. Please. Flat on your stomach. Spread-eagle your arms and legs.”

Galatea took my left arm by the wrist and began fastening a strap around it. “Hey, what’s going on?” I croaked.

“I am securing your arms and legs for the next phase of the examination. So, how badly do you need this job?”

“Badly, Staff Supervisor Galatea,” I said, and I extended my other arm for her to buckle.

“This shouldn’t be too unpleasant,” she said. “It’s only a proctoscope. A colonoscopy is mandatory for all our candidates for customer service positions.”

It didn’t hurt going in. I’ve probably had thicker cocks up my ass. But she just kept on pushing it in, higher and higher up into my gut. It must have been a couple of feet deep and it kept going in!

“Excuse me, Supervisor. It feels like you’re a plumber trying to unclog a stopped-up drain. Geez, you’re using that thing like a Roto Rooter. Ahhh!”

“Oh, hush. It’s not half as bad as that. We’re required to examine the bottom foot and a half of your rectum and lower colon. You’ll be pleased to know that your intestines pass muster. You’ll do just fine.”

Now I could feel that monstrous metal snake snaking its way out of me. Good thing it was lubed up or it would have pulled my guts right back out of my asshole. Funny thing, though. I had sort of enjoyed the experience. In fact, I had a raging hardon.