Born to Heal (BL) — The Warmth of the Exam

My name is Ben. I'm 23. I just graduated from college. Three days ago, my mom's stepson performed my hemorrhage surgery. I thought after going through that, I'd never feel embarrassed again. I couldn't have been more wrong.

The moment I bent over and he inserted his finger for the rectal exam, I still couldn't stop myself from crying out. Ben, what's wrong? No, I can't do this. I can't.

Ethan, I'm leaving! That's not happening. Get back on the table. The exam isn't clear. We'll try something else.

Ethan, seriously, I'm fine. The surgery went well. I'm healing just fine. You said the exam might not be enough, so what are you doing? Relax. You'll know in a second. A little loose?

Have you ever used anything like this before? What? No, I haven't. Ethan, it feels so full. What is that? Why is it so warm?