Dr. Whitney Is A Little Sadistic

"Hi Dave, I'm Doctor Whitney. How are you today?" I asked. I didn't look up from my clipboard, I usually don't. The guys are embarrassed, sitting on my exam table in the flimsy gown I make them wear.

"I'm fine."

"So what brings you to my office today?"

"I have some pain in my testicles. It feels like my cords are tangled or something."

"Oh, that can be quite uncomfortable. Lie down here for me, and let's put your feet in these stirrups," I said as I took his legs by the ankles and guided his feet through the stirrups. With his legs up, his cock and balls were exposed, he looked uncomfortable and nervous. Just how I like it.

"I'm going to examine your testicles and feel around for the cords. This might be a little uncomfortable." Might be? I chuckled to myself. I was going to make it that way. His balls were good-sized, maybe even a bit large. His cock lay limp on his stomach, somewhere around five inches. I wondered how big it would get after I got him hard. I took a ball in each hand and pushed my fingers into them.

"Ohhhh!" he winced. A look of panic crossed his face.

I tugged them downwards, and he gulped in some air.

"Oh yes, I see," I said in my best doctor voice. I'm not going to lie, I was savoring this moment. His legs spread apart, completely helpless, and a look of fear on his face. He had no fucking idea how bad it was going to get. I felt around his ball sack, it was pretty clear what was bothering him. The cord of his left testicle had twisted around, all I had to do was manipulate his testicle back into position. I decided to do that first, just to make sure he was okay, but after I fix him, I'm going to play with him for a while.

"Just relax, I think I can feel the problem." I leaned in close and made a show of looking at things, then I twisted his ball around in the sack. I ran my hands along the cord, the kink was gone. Okay, problem solved. I looked down and noticed that he was getting an erection. Perfect. I cupped his balls and squeezed them. His cock twitched as I worked over his balls.

"Yes, there we go," I said reassuringly. I squeezed his balls hard, he winced as the pain surprised him. Fucking guys, with their stupid sensitive testicles. The best part is that I can give him so much pain without actually causing any damage. At least nothing permanent, other than a little mental damage. I laughed silently to myself.

Dave's cock was getting harder and harder as I toyed with his balls. I wanted to mess with it too, so I did.

"Dave, I need to touch your penis. I want you to relax."

I took his cock in my hand and squeezed it gently. I pulled it upwards, and with my other hand, I grabbed his balls firmly. I tugged them down.

"Ohhhhh," Dave groaned. I compressed his balls in my fingers. Dave closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I knew exactly what he was thinking; his balls hurt like a bitch, but his cock felt so good in my hand. He had an overwhelming need to orgasm, he wanted it desperately. I had him right where I wanted him, because he would take more pain without question as long as I squeezed his stupid cock. Fucking men are so pathetic.

"Ohhhh fuck!" Dave groaned louder.

"Almost finished, Dave."

It was hard not to laugh when I said that. Almost finished with what? Almost finished fucking up your balls? I looked down to hide the smile that I was trying to suppress. I focused on Dave's cock for a moment. Clean circumcision, maybe eight inches in length now that he was hard. Decent girth. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I dominated him. I loved hurting him at the same time that I gave him so much pleasure. I ran my hand up his cock, and I pushed my thumb into his left testicle.

"OOOOOH! My balls..." Dave groaned. They really weren't his anymore, at that moment, they belonged to me.

"This is going to hurt a little, but then we should be finished," I said. I pushed my thumb hard into his left testicle.

"FUCK!" he cried out. "OH FUCK!"

I let up. I released the pressure on his testicles. Dave sighed and took a deep breath.

"I think we got it, Dave. I'm just going to feel around and check things." I ran my hands gently over his testicles, then I felt the cords. I pushed his balls down to the end of his scrotum and tugged on them. Dave squirmed, but didn't complain. As I pulled his balls down, his cock tipped in my direction. Still rock hard. I gently kneaded his balls as he watched me closely.

"Dr. Whitney?" he said.

"Yes, Dave."

"I'm ... "

"Yes."

"I'm going to cum."

His cock twitched, then shot a rope of cum straight up. The cum splattered back down onto his stomach, and some even landed on my hand. I reached for a towel and held it under his cock, then I gripped his cock and pointed it into the towel. I squeezed his cock, and he pushed into my hand. I let him enjoy his orgasm, I had dominated him enough. Dave pumped semen into my towel for quite some time. When he finally finished, I tossed the cum filled towel in the bin.

"We're all done. I'm pretty sure I fixed things. How do you feel?"

"I ... uh ... I feel great."

"Good. I would like to see you again next week. Schedule an appointment on your way out." I turned away from him and walked out of the examination room. I was already looking forward to his next visit.