AN: This is the more graphic/sensitive chapter. If you're squeamish about normally-hidden body parts, you might want to skip this one :)
With that, the doctor went to the counter near the sink and retrieved the tray that Killian had noticed earlier. He set it on a small cart with wheels, which he rolled next to the exam table, as well as a small trash receptacle that he situated beneath the tray stand. As Taymor pulled on a pair of gloves, Killian took a closer look at the variety of packages and vials labeled with his name, which seemed to be color coded. He glanced over at Swan for reassurance.
"This all might look a little intimidating," Taymor began. "But it will be over before you know it." He selected one of the packages and opened one end. "This is one part of the STI testing. We'll also check a sample of your blood."
He carefully removed what resembled one of the cotton-tipped sticks that Emma had in their bathroom at home. Killian saw that the proper term was "swab."
"I'm going to touch this to the back of your throat. It might make you gag or cough. Open wide for me."
Sure enough, Killian reflexively gagged when the cotton touched his throat, but the sensation passed quickly. Dr. Taymor broke off and discarded the bottom end from the swab, careful to avoid touching the tip, and sealed it within its vial.
When that was completed, Taymor sat on his stool, saying,
"Great. Now I'll need to swab and then examine your genitals. Can you lift the front of your gown for me?"
With a slight smirk in Emma's direction, Killian complied. He felt the cold air on his exposed privates. He wasn't particularly embarrassed by the doctor's visual inspection, just a little bit… awkward.
Taymor selected and opened another, smaller package. Inside was a strong-smelling cloth. "This will clean off any skin bacteria that can affect the test results. It will feel cold for a moment."
Killain only nodded, and he watched the physician gently take hold of his penis with his left hand, then wipe its tip with the cloth. There was definitely a cold sensation down there.
Taymor discarded the cloth into the trash and then reached for one of the swabs, which he had already opened but left inside the package. He allowed Killian to see it, saying,
"This one is smaller than the ones we used for the oral swabs. It needs to go about this far inside your urethra."
He indicated a length of about two centimeters, carefully avoiding touching the swab. Killian swallowed and nodded.
"It might smart a little bit. Just try and stand still."
Killian took a breath and clenched his jaw. His hand gripped his gown tightly. Taymor again took hold of his penis and lifted to view the urethral opening. Then he gently inserted the swab to the proper depth and gave it a slow twist. Killian gave a slight grimace at the burning sensation, but focused on breathing and remaining still. Taymor removed the swab and secured it in its vial, then retrieved a second.
"Just one more."
Killian closed his eyes this time, trying to picture the horizon at sea to take his mind off the discomfort. But he still felt it as the swab entered the tip of his penis, twisted inside him, and then was finally removed. He opened his eyes again, and the doctor smiled encouragingly.
"You did fine. You all right?"
"Aye, I think I'll live."
Taymor nodded and screwed the vial lid on tightly. When he'd set it aside, he swiveled the stool to again face Killian's groin. "Now I just need to check for any lumps or hernias."
He grasped Killian's penis, using both hands this time. He gently slid back the foreskin to inspect underneath, then palpated along the shaft to the base. He lifted it to check the skin underneath. Then he turned his attention to Killian's testicles. He carefully squeezed and pushed against each one in turn; not quite hard enough to cause serious pain, but firmly enough that Killian had to fight the instinct to draw back for protection.
When that was done, Taymor pushed his hand firmly up into the crease of his thigh and instructed Killian to turn his head and cough. Bewildered, he obeyed, choosing to look away from Emma this time. As much as he loved seeing her face, and didn't mind her looking at him - although the circumstances were hardly ideal at present- it just felt like it would be weird to meet her gaze just then. At the very least, he didn't want to fake-cough at her. The doctor changed his hands to the other side and had Killian cough again.
Finally, Taymor removed his hands, saying,
"All done. Everything seems normal."
Killian felt like saying, I could have told you that myself, mate. But he held back on the snark and settled for,
"Good."
"Just two more swabs and one more exam, and I'll be all done with you. If you would turn around and rest your forearms on the table, please."
It wasn't hard to guess the physician's intention, and Killian froze for an instant. No one had touched him there in a long time. Not even he and Swan had gone that far.
"Oh, bloody hell," he breathed as he forced himself to obey. He briefly considered asking Emma to look away, but that would be awkward and a bit prudish at this point. Besides, it wouldn't make it any less uncomfortable for him even if she weren't watching.
He heard a few more packages being ripped open, along with a loud click and a squirting sound. He didn't dare look back, or he might lose his resolve completely.
Seeing as the gown tied in the back, it was already hanging open. But he felt Dr. Taymor undo the bottom-most tie and arrange the gown to the sides, completely exposing Killian's backside. Killian heard the wheels on the stool as the doctor positioned himself behind his patient.
"Widen your stance a bit," Taymor instructed, and Killian reluctantly shifted his feet so they were a little bit beyond shoulder distance apart.
"Good. Now you're going to feel me touch you…"
Killian felt a hand on each buttock, and then Taymor was spreading them apart, presumably inspecting his anus. Killian let his forehead drop onto his forearms, attempting to steel himself for what was to come.
"I'm going to insert a swab now. It doesn't go in much farther than the urethral swab did. Just try and relax, and keep breathing."
Taymor released his grip for a moment, then seemed to spread Killian's buttocks with one hand. Killian took a sharp breath when the swab briefly touched his anus before being gently inserted into his rectum.
The swab was slender but dry, and there was a small twinge of pain along with the discomfort. The physician moved it inside him to touch the walls of the rectum, and Killian's sphincter convulsed in protest. Taymor held it in place for several long seconds before finally withdrawing the swab. Through the rush of blood in his ears, Killian heard the now-familiar snap of the handle being broken off and then the faint noises of the vial being tightened. Then there was the rustle of packaging, and he tensed. He was hoping he had heard wrong.
"One more swab, Killian," Taymor warned before once again spreading his buttocks. Killian felt the second swab being inserted through his anus, and he couldn't help squirming a bit in a futile attempt to relieve his discomfort.
"I'm sorry; I know it's uncomfortable. But it's almost over," the doctor soothed.
Killian took some deep breaths as the swab moved inside him, struggling to fight the reflexive tightening of his sphincter. Clenching only made it feel worse, but he couldn't help it.
Finally, the doctor straightened the swab and gently pulled it out. Killian wiped sweat from his forehead and started to stand, but Taymor said,
"I just need to do a rectal exam, then we'll be done."
With a sigh, Killian got back into position, face aflame. Once Taymor had finished securing the swab and fiddling with his tray, he turned back to Killian.
"I'm going to insert my finger and just check for any abnormalities. I've put on some lubrication so it will slide in easier, but it might be a tad cold at first. Are you ready?"
"Aye," Killian mumbled into the table.
"Just take some nice breaths and try to push against my finger."
Taymor gripped Killian's left buttock and moved it aside. Killian jumped a little when he felt a cold substance touch his anus. The examining finger pressed against the opening for an instant, then smoothly entered his rectum.
A small grunt escaped Killian's throat as he attempted to take the doctor's advice and push against the intrusion. It did slide in easier than the swab, but it was also much thicker, so the discomfort was worse overall.
From her seat near the door, Emma had a clear view of the proceedings. She would never characterize Killian as anything near 'bashful.' But at that moment… he had his forehead resting on his forearms, and he appeared to be squeezing his eyes closed. It was probably down to his perception of utter vulnerability at that point that he appeared to be so uncomfortable. Or was he fighting off bad memories? As she watched, he seemed to unconsciously raise up slightly on the balls of his feet, as if he were considering crawling up the table to escape. She could feel her face warm and hear heart beat faster- she was getting aroused watching her husband's prostate exam. That wasn't normal… was it?
Killian, on the other hand, wasn't having nearly as much fun. The damn physician seemed intent on probing every square centimeter within his reach. The examining finger moved inside him, twisting this way and that as it neared the exit, only to be shoved back in at a different angle. Each time he could feel his body tensing, his anus contracting desperately at the intrusion.
"Relax," the doctor coached again. Easy for him to say.
At that point, the finger contacted a spot that seemed somehow to be connected with Killian's genitals, and the sensation would have almost been pleasurable, except that Taymor then had to palpate that area particularly thoroughly. He felt his way along the area several times, finger rhythmically sliding deeper and shallower until Killian felt he could no longer bear it. He was about to abandon his last shreds of dignity and plead with Taymor to end the examination when finally… finally… the physician withdrew his finger.
Killian let out a shaky breath and rubbed at his eyes, hoping desperately that it really was over. He could still feel his sphincter pulsing in memory.
"You can stand up now," Taymor informed him. "We're all done."
Killian straightened with relief and hesitantly turned to face the doctor, who handed him a wad of tissues.
"Go ahead and clean yourself up," he instructed. Killian awkwardly used the tissues to wipe at the slime between his buttocks. The physician seemed to be wiping a… residue from his gloved finger onto some sort of card, and Killian shook his head. This realm was bloody mental.
When he was finished, Dr. Taymor removed his gloves, tossed them in the trash, and looked up at Killian with a smile. "Not so bad, huh?"
Killian could only give a weak smile in return. Taymor held up the trash so Kilian could dispose of the tissues, and then he brought both trash and tray full of samples over to the counter by the sink.