Dr. Whitney Loves Testicle Exams

"That must be very painful," I said to my patient, Kevin. He was lying on his back on my exam table, his legs up in the air and his ankles hooked through the stirrups. His left testicle looked to be about a third larger than his right one.

"Yes, it hurts."

"And tell me again, how did you do this?"

"I was horsing around with my friend, and he accidentally kneed me in the balls."

"Interesting," I said as I ran my fingers along his sore testicle. I gently squeezed it. "Because this looks like it was struck by something hard, like a hammer or a block of wood." I dug my fingers into his swollen ball. I wanted him to tell me the truth. He was restrained, I knew that hurting his aching testicle would make him feel vulnerable. Maybe it was enough to get him to level with me.

"Yeah, well, maybe you're right," he winced.

"Tell me what happened. I need to know so I can treat you."

"I'm into ballbusting, I was hitting myself with a two by four."

I knew it, I just had a sense that this was self-inflicted. Maybe it was the way he watched me work on his testicle. I could see the excitement in his eyes. Or maybe it was his erection. A lot of guys get erections when their testicles are examined, but his seemed extra hard.

"I see," I said, and I leaned in to look closely at his swollen nut. "I need to do a more thorough exam to make sure that your testicle is okay. This may hurt a little." I thought to myself, fuck that, it's going to hurt a lot.

"Okay, Doc."

Here we go. I ran my fingers around each testicle, then I found his cords and felt them. They seemed to be fine, his left testicle was swollen, but completely intact. Bottom line, he'll be fine. Well, he'll be fine after I'm done with him. Time to play.

I took his swollen testicle in my fingers, I glanced up at him, then I squeezed.

"OHHH!" he gasped for air. His face turned red. I eased up a bit, then I squeezed his other testicle. Same grimace, same red face. His cock was still just as hard as ever.

It's always surprising to me how many men have an erection when I hurt their balls. Kevin's was fully hard, it pointed straight up like a flagpole. I took a look at it, nice cock, I thought. Big enough. Nice shape. Clean circumcision. It must be fun to have a cock, though I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want testicles. Too vulnerable and weak. Of course, there are some guys who like that. Kevin is one of them.

I wanted to experiment with Kevin, to give him some pleasure and then mix in that pain. I need to see his reaction. Does he really like the pain? Will he want more? The curiosity was making me crazy.

"Kevin, I need to hold your penis out of the way," I said as I took it in my hand. His body tensed at the soft touch of my hand. I gently squeezed his cock, then I took his sore testicle in my other hand and squeezed it. Harder. Much harder.

"OHHHH!" he groaned. I squeezed his cock and swollen ball at the same time. "OHHHHH FUCK!"

His cock felt so hard in my hand, he really does like it. My pussy was getting wet thinking about it. I own him. I can make him squirm. I bet I could make him cum. I wondered how many strokes it would take. Maybe two or three?

"Dr. Whitney?"

"Yes."

"I think I'm going to cum."

Hmmm, I guess I was right. He was close.

"It's okay to have an orgasm. I need to finish your exam. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes ... please."

He wants it badly. I want to see him orgasm. I need to see that big cock throb and spray cum all over. I knew that as soon as he was done, I would find an empty exam room and finger myself to an orgasm. Or maybe even get my nurse to help.

I let go of his cock, I took a testicle in each hand, and gently kneaded them. Kevin moaned quietly as I manipulated his balls. I pinched them at the same time, his back arched, and he gasped for breath. His cock twitched. I thought he might cum. I wasn't ready for him to cum just yet. In fact, I had a more evil plan for him.

I let go of his cock and balls and leaned back. "Okay, Kevin, I've finished the exam. You'll be fine, just lay off ball busting for a week."

"But ... Dr. Whitney ... are you sure you're done with the exam?"

"Yes, you'll be okay."

"But ... I ... could you examine me just a few more minutes?"

I smiled to myself, he's begging. He wants to get off. This is exactly what I was hoping for.

"Well, I could do one more test, but it will hurt."

"Yes!"

"It will hurt a lot, Kevin."

"Yes, please."

Wow, he's got it bad. I was going to give it to him. He was on his back, legs spread wide, his ankles in stirrups, on the exam table. I walked over between his legs and pulled out the footstep at the bottom of the exam table. I stepped up on it and pulled his body down so his balls hung over the edge of the table.

"You might want to close your eyes," I advised him.

"No, I need to see this."

I gave him a half smile, then I rammed my knee into his balls.

"FUCK!" he groaned loudly as my knee hammered his balls into the edge of the exam table. His cock flopped around, then swung back down in my way. I grabbed his cock and held it up, then I kneed his balls again.

And again.

And again.

Each knee elicited a loud groan. Tears formed in the corners of Kevin's eyes, and his face was red. His entire body recoiled with each blow to the testicles. Yet, he never asked me to stop. I was filled with a desire to get him off. I needed to see his cock erupt in a fountain of cum. I squeezed his cock in my hand and shot my knee into his balls.

"OH FUCK!" he cried out as he shot a rope of cum all the way up to his chin. "OH FUCK YES!" His entire body throbbed with each rope of cum he shot onto his chest. I kneed his balls in time with his orgasm. More cum, more knees. I jerked his hard cock as it spewed, it was fucking spectacular. I've never seen anyone cum so hard. I was so hot, I wanted to climb on him and fuck him, but it was too late.

It took a while for him to finish cumming. I eventually stopped kneeing his balls as his cock dribbled the last remaining cum from his empty balls. Kevin was crying, and tears streamed down his cheeks. I let go of his spent cock and stepped back.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I ... yes ... thank you, Doctor Whitney."

"Are you crying?"

"I ... it was so good ... I don't know ... sorry."

He was destroyed. My pussy was so wet that I couldn't stand it.

"It's okay, just ... don't say anything," I said.

I couldn't stop myself, I pulled up my skirt and slid my hand into my panties. I ran my finger along my engorged clit. It was so wet, my finger felt so good as it slipped along my pussy. Kevin watched me as I fingered myself. Just slowly. Gently. No need to rush, I could orgasm any time I wanted. Soon enough, I was ready.

"OH YES! OH FUCK YES!" I cried out as an orgasm just fucking crushed me. "FUCK YES!"

I looked down at my patient, totally devastated, and yet totally in my control. He watched me transfixed. I closed my eyes and finished myself. I thought about the power I had over him, about busting his balls. About owning his balls. "OH FUCK!" I moaned as the last wave of my orgasm hit me.

I pulled my fingers from my panties and stepped back.

"Can I see you again?" he asked.

"Just make an appointment."

I helped him out of the stirrups and left him to get dressed. I walked out of the exam room, and I realized my legs were shaking.

Fuck that was hot.