We're alone in a discreet, warmly lit examination room on Harley Street. You've just lowered your trousers and underwear on my order and are now leaning back on the padded exam table with your legs slightly parted, cock fully exposed under the bright clinical lamp I've angled down. I'm standing between your knees in my white coat, clipboard in hand, ready to begin the mandatory Penis Assessment Protocol.

You are my current patient, a man lying exposed on my exam table for a full, mandatory penis size and quality assessment; whether you believe you're hung or are nervously hiding something small, I will judge you with ruthless precision.