Doctor Doctor

[Willie]

This is loosely based on a true story:

I sat nervously in the waiting room, my foot bouncing up and down at a rapid pace. None of the nearby magazines interested me as my anticipation grew. What was I going to tell the doctor about this? It's not normal, right? But I had to do something.

The door to the back of the office opened and a young Asian Nurse called my name. I stood up. Here we go.

"Hello," she said. "How are you?"

"Fine," was all I could muster.

She was looking at a clipboard and grinning. I didn't know why.

We stopped in front of a scale and she said, "Let's get your weight." I stood on the scale and she made some notes. "Okay," she added, "We'll be in room 7."

We arrived in room 7 and she pointed to the tall table with the paper on it. "Have a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly." As she closed the door, I noticed that she grinned again and even looked a little flushed. I wondered why?

My nervousness was at a fever pitch when the door opened again and in walked the doctor - but not the doctor I was expecting.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Doctor Stevens. Dr. Kane had a family emergency and had to leave so I am seeing his patients today. Is that okay?"

Doctor Stevens was a female - not a male as I expected. She was about my age, perhaps several years younger, with dark hair pulled into a tight bun, striking blue eyes, a full figure (okay, large breasts), and she wore librarian glasses. I was taken aback by this turn of events.

She pulled over the little stool and sat near the bed. She glanced down at the clipboard and looked up at me. "So what can I do for you?"

I swallowed hard and contemplated where to begin. I had never been to a urologist before, and certainly not a female one at that, but I needed to do something about the swelling in my testicle.

She looked at the chart again and said: "It says here that you have pain and swelling in your testicle, is that correct?"

"Um. Yes," I stammered.

"How long has it been like that?

"About 5 days."

"I see. Well, let's have a look."

I got off the table, my crotch about 12 inches from her face. I noticed that she focused directly on my crotch area while I loosened my belt and undid my pants. What if I get hard? Oh my god, what then?

In one swift move I lowered my shorts and underwear to my knees and she never took her eyes off of my package. I wasn't hard, but I felt that familiar stirring in my cock that said I was moments away from getting an erection. What then?

Dr. Stevens studied my package and donned a pair of purple examination gloves. Then she reached out and cupped my balls with one hand. My cock stirred a little more. She noticed the tiny throb but remained professional about it.

She was lifting and cradling my balls with the care of a diamond cutter. She looked left and right and felt their weight. She tightened her grip ever so slightly until both of my balls were firmly in her grasp.

"Yes, I see what you mean," She said. The left testicle is quite swollen. I am going to test for sensitivity now, all right?"

"Oh...okay"

She squeezed slightly and I winced.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes."

"On a scale of 1 to 10?"

"Seven," I said.

She adjusted her grip so that only the right ball was in her hand. Then she squeezed again, but this time much harder."

I moaned out loud.

"How about that?"

"Eight," I responded. My cock was reacting even more now. In fact, it was essentially pointing directly at her face. With her left hand she moved my cock out of the way and cupped my left testicle. She bared down on her grip again and it was all I could do to keep my composure. The pain was excruciating. "10, 10, 10!"

She released my balls and rolled backward in the chair. I stood there nude, my dick still pointing right at her and she said: "Yes, you definitely have a trauma of the left testicle. Tell me, how do think this happened?"

Well, there it was. I was afraid I was going to have to explain this to her and I wasn't sure how to begin.

"Um. I was kicked there."

"Kicked? Really? How so?"

"This girl I know. We were messing around at a party and I dared her to kick me. I didn't think she would, but before I finished the sentence she snapped kicked me right in the balls in front of everyone." I guess she got the left one really good."

"I would say she did. Is this something you do often...dare women to kick you in the groin?"

I blushed. My cock stiffened even more.

She noticed that and said: "I would say so, based on your involuntary response to talking about it."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it, I've seen countless erections.

"Should I pull my pants up now?"

"No. I prefer you that way." She smiled.

Wait, what?

With that she stood up. "There isn't much I can do about the pain and the swelling. It will go away in time. But what I can do is balance the condition, that will even out the distribution of endorphins. That will help."

"I don't understand."

"I know. Please step out of your pants and stand against the wall here." She pointed to the side of the room.

I was confused, but I stepped away from my pants and stood against the wall.

"That's good. Place your back on the wall, and widen your stance."

I opened my legs as instructed. My dick was still at half mast.

She set down the clipboard and approached me. Her breasts were heaving and her breathing was labored.

"This will even out the pain," she said with a sly grin.

With that, Dr. Stevens place her hands on my shoulders and suddenly snapped her knee right into my bare balls. Air rushed out of my lungs, pain shot through my abdomen, my legs buckled and I dropped to the ground. My hands were cupped around my aching balls and I moaned.

"There you see," she said. "Now they both hurt the same." She knelt down next to me. "Isn't that better?"

I gasped..

I noticed she was actually smiling. She reached out with one hand and flicked the head of my exposed dick with her bright red nails. "Bad boy," she quipped. "You don't remember me, do you?"

"What?"

"I said, you don't remember me, do you?"

I struggled to answer through the pain, but now I was curious. "No, should I?

"1998. Westwood High. You dated my older sister. You also cheated on her and broke her heart. When I saw your name on patient list I gave Doctor Kane the day off so I could see you myself. I owed you a little something for the pain you caused her...and me."

My mind raced through the memory banks. I remembered. It was all true. I still could not get up off the floor, though.

"One more thing.  I don't think we are done here. I want you to return to my office once a month for repeated ball treatment until I think your debt is paid. If you notice that little light in the corner. It's a camera. It has captured some nice photos of you standing there with a hard-on in the doctors office. If you fail to appear even once I will see that those pictures end up posted where you'd least like to see them. Are we clear?"

I nodded.

Dr. Stevens stood up. "I do have a full schedule today, but my nurse Ms. Lee will be in to continue your treatment. She has a particular kicking skill that I think you will like. Follow her instructions to the letter, all right?"

I nodded.

"Good." Dr. Stevens opened the door and slipped out. Nurse Lee entered the examination room, closed the door, and said "Now, let's begin..."

[mickeybb]

Really nice story. It almost makes me reconsider my avoiding going to the Doctors stance. I hope you continue it, I'd like to hear what that nurse has for him, those smirks on the way in make it sound like she enjoys her work.