Professional Treatment

One of the most surreal ballbusting experiences I have ever had involved a trip to the doctors that was prompted by my wife. I had developed a slight rash that was not very prominent or widespread, but which had hung around for about three weeks, and my wife told me I should go to a dermatologist to get it checked out. Normally I avoid doctors for anything that isn't causing me major problems - mostly because I'm usually busy and can't be bothered, but she'd been really urging me to take care of this, so I made the appointment. (My health is not the point of the story, so I'll tell you now that I'd later learn the rash was an allergic reaction and not anything serious)

When I arrived, I was told that the doctor with whom I had made the appointment was running behind, but there was a Physician's Assistant who could see me sooner. Since I was in a rush and not too worried, that seemed fine to me. I was led to a small examination room and told to undress. They gave me a paper sheet - to drape over myself, I guess. I stripped to my boxers and waited. Soon, the PA came in. She was an attractive blonde woman in her thirties. She was also about 8 months pregnant. In with her came a younger girl - likely in her early twenties. She was a beautiful girl and wore a black miniskirt and a low-cut black shirt that showed off considerable cleavage. I didn't really focus on this stuff at first - I would start noticing those details a bit later, but what did strike me immediately was that I was nearly naked in front of two attractive women.

The first part of the exam was fairly uneventful. The PA asked me questions and the girl made some notes on a clipboard. The PA then began to study the faint rash were it appeared on my arms and legs. She pushed on my skin to see how the color returned - something I'd later learn is called "blanching". She then asked me if I had the rash anywhere else. As if things hadn't been awkward enough, I then admitted that there was a bit of it near my genitals.

"Where on your genitals?" Now this was getting really personal.

"I think I saw it a bit on my ... scrotum." This was painful to say in a room with just two women.

"Okay, let me see." was all she said. The PA and the other younger girl then both sat there, looking at me. They were just waiting for me to drop my boxers. This was extremely awkward, but it was a medical appointment, and I did have a rash, so mustering my courage, I lowered my boxers. My normal fear in a situation like this is that I would have an embarrassing erection, but this was much worse. For some reason, I was not only very soft, but I was at my absolutely smallest. I'm never particularly large, but this was too-long-in-the-pool-then-go-streaking-in-the-snow small. I used my hand to cover my penis in a way that I hoped would make it look like it could be quite large. (That move is embarrassing to admit, but I was super self-conscious.) To my horror, the PA pulled my boxers down the rest of the way and then helped me step out of them. Once they were off and I was completely naked, she tossed the across the small room onto the pile of my other clothes.

The PA was sitting on a stool, eye-level with my genitals, and the other girl - I never did really learn who she was, though I assume she was a medical student or something - was in a chair next to her, with essentially the same view. As soon as my boxers were gone, the PA wrapped her gloved hand around my testicles, cupping them and holding them forward to get a better view. Her grip was firm, almost tight, and the slight pull forward was enough to put strain so that they ached a bit. I was still holding my penis out of the way and covering it with my hand, but how she told me, "You don't need to do that," and she tapped my hand that was still hiding my penis. I didn't move at first, and she soon tapped my hand again and said "Come on," her tone disinterested. The student was still sitting by, watching everything. Feeling self-conscious, I put my hand to my side. All the attention, plus having my hand touching myself, and still I hadn't grown a bit. The student smiled an embarrassed smile, and the PA actually said, "Oh, well that's not in the way at all," which got a small stifled laugh from the other woman. That was the first hint that my experience might be less than professional.

I was now standing completely naked, with my hands at my sides and my manhood at its least impressive. I thought this would at least be the end of my humiliation, but there was a bit more to come. The PA again cupped my testicles in her hand with another tight grip and looked at the rash. "I see a few small marks here," she said, and then she placed her thumb on top of my left nut and pressed. The pain instantly shot from my poor testicle through my body and I let out a slight groan, though she seemed not to notice. She held the pressure for a few seconds, and I was in shock, though I managed not to flinch badly. Then she let go and looked. She was blanching my balls! She did it again, another hard press and release, and another strong ache surging through my body. I couldn't understand why she didn to this to my scrotum without trapping my balls in her grip. With each press I hunched a bit, unable to completely control my reaction, but I managed not to yell out or clutch my aching nuts. She repeated this process, on each of my grapes, five or six times total. The student was watching with an obvious grin, and kept glancing between my suffering balls and my face to see my reaction. After half a dozen of these squeezes, the PA pressed even harder. This time, my testicle popped out from between her thumb and finger with a jolt of pain, and I suddenly hunched forward and grunted. The student didn't bother hiding her laugh this time, and the PA just said, "Oops. Let's try that again," before grabbing my balls again and pressing one last time.

After that she told me to wait there and not to get dressed, and she and the student left, with me still standing naked. I picked up the paper sheet and wrapped it around myself like a towel. I stood there for a few minutes, still feeling the ache in my gonads, when finally the door opened and in came the PA, the student, and the dermatologist. The doctor - also a woman - looked at my arms and legs, and then asked if she could see the rest of me. The PA took the sheet and moved it out of reach. The PA then grabbed my nuts and said "See there are signs here too," and with that she once again squeezed my battered nuts. The doctor held my balls next, though she handled them with the care and professionalism I would expect from someone trained in medicine. At last she ordered a blood draw and told me to dress.

...

That night my wife asked me how the doctor's appointment went. I told her it was a pretty unusual, and she became interested. I first told her about being asked to strip, and the fact that my body betrayed me. She asked if that meant I had an erection, and when I told her that it was quite the opposite, she laughed a good while. She still makes jokes on occasion about how my manhood is "not in the way" when I'm not aroused. I then told her about how rough the PA had been and the fact that she kept squeezing my balls hard as she checked me. My wife only laughed at this too. She said, "Maybe she didn't like you and thought it would be better if you didn't have any kids." This reminded me that the PA was pregnant, which I mentioned. My wife laughed all the more and said, "Well that's it then! She's feeling awful and blaming a man, so she probably just wanted to take it on on any balls she could find."

"Well I guess that just sucks for me."

"You shouldn't complain," she told me, "if she's that pregnant she deserves to crush a few grapes, you can't blame her for that."

I knew at that point that my wife enjoyed busting my balls, but that was the first time I recall seeing her so entertained by having another woman punish my testicles. That experience led to the conversations where my wife told me she was fine with other women smashing my nuts, and that she hoped I'd give any woman a chance to practice defending herself. That conversation would come into play later, when I found myself alone with a neighbor who was very interested in the idea of some testicle-focused self-defense... the first of many such stories I hope to share.

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