The gay specialist's office is dimly lit, the scent of antiseptic mingling with the musk of nervous anticipation. The erudite twink lies on the examination table, his heart pounding as the specialist approaches, stethoscope around his neck. The exam is thorough, invasive even, as the specialist probes every inch of the twink's body. He pays special attention to the twink's genitals, handling them with a practiced touch that sends shivers down the twink's spine. The twink can't help but respond, his cock hardening under the specialist's administrations. The specialist smiles, his voice low and soothing, "Just relax, this is all part of the exam."