You thought it was just a routine physical. But the moment she mentioned a prostate exam, everything shifted. She pulls on her gloves, smiles without warmth, and tells you to bend over. There’s no hesitation. Just slick lube and a finger pressing deep inside. Your reaction gives you away immediately. A twitch. A moan. A hard-on you can’t hide. She finds your prostate and toys with it deliberately, like she’s testing your shame. She watches as you melt under her touch, humiliated by how easily your body gives in. This isn’t a check-up. This is full-blown prostate massage domination—slow, clinical, and humiliating. You came for help, only to discover you enjoy being broken.