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John Rogers really didn’t see why he needed a ten minute prostate exam following the thorough going over of his penis and testicles. He was only twenty- not some kind of doddering eighty year old with a shuffle-board walk and prick as shrivelled as last month’s asparagus forgotten at the back of the fridge. Besides, this was a sport’s physical- doc should have been going over his muscular development…well, actually, the doc had spent some decent time doing that, at least. But, back to that obtrusive finger wriggling away in the hot rear entrance of his doubled over body…what was the fucking point? Why? Doc Martin, reading his young patient’s mind with recourse to his eloquent body language, cracked a wide smiled and cut loose with an inward chortle- because I can, asshole…because I can!!!