At the gay doctor's office, a room full of hung, eager straight boys await their physical examinations. The doctor, a rugged gay stud himself, begins his rounds, running his gloved hands over firm pecs and abs. He prods, he measures, and he discovers - to the boys' surprise and delight - that his professional interest lies below the waist. With a gleam in his eye, he whips out his chisel-like tool, ready to probe their tight, virgin holes, pushing the boundaries of their heterosexual limits.