In the dimly lit clinic, a gaggle of twinks await their turn, eyes locked on the white-coated doctor. One by one, they're called in, each time the door closes, muffled moans and the snap of latex gloves echo out. The doctor, a rugged, hairy-chested man, is all business, yet his eyes betray his excitement. He snaps on a fresh pair of gloves, the rubber squeaking, as he prepares to examine the next twink, his fingers itching to sink into tight, eager holes, ready to make the examination a reality they'll never forget.