Dr. Whitney Runs Some Tests on Kevin

I knocked on the door. My patient, Kevin, was waiting for me. Kevin came in last week with a swollen testicle that he had inflicted on himself. Apparently, Kevin is into ballbusting, and he smacked himself in the balls with a block of wood hard enough to make one of them swell up.

He didn't do any permanent damage, and he clearly enjoyed my somewhat painful examination of him. My plan is to find out today just how much he can handle. I told my nurse, Ashley, about it, and she's excited to help me. The two of us entered the examination room where Kevin sat in his gown, clumsily tied behind him.

"How are you feeling today, Kevin?" I asked.

"Much better, Dr. Whitney. I seemed to have completely recovered."

"Excellent. Go ahead and lie down on the exam table, let me take a look."

Kevin lay on his back, his gown open wide, revealing an erection. Already. Hmmmm, interesting. Ashley and I helped him into the stirrups, then I took a look at his balls.

"Yes, they do look much better. The swelling seems to be gone." I took them in my fingers and gently squeezed them. Kevin's cock jumped in excitement. I felt all around his balls, squeezing and feeling around them. I didn't need to do it, it was just to get Kevin excited so he would agree to what I wanted to do to him later.

"Nurse Ashley is going to take some measurements, and then we'll run a few tests."

"Okay."

I let go of his balls, and Ashley walked over to the drawer. She pulled out some tools for the job; a caliper, some rubber tubing, latex gloves, and other assorted items. Kevin's eyes widened as he looked at all the tools on the tray next to him, but he never said a word about it. Ashley took his balls in her fingers and felt around them.

"They feel about right, not too firm," Ashley said. She pushed her fingers into each of them as Kevin squirmed. She let go of his nuts and picked up the calipers. She measured one testicle and then the other. I took down the measurements on my clipboard, as though someone might read them later. Funny.

"Ashley, would you mind testing his cords. Let's measure their elasticity." I handed her a ruler.

"Yes, Dr. Whitney." Ashley took the ruler and measured from his taint to the end of his balls. Then she gripped his balls in one hand and pulled on them. Kevin squirmed as she stretched out his cords. In her other hand, she dutifully noted how far his balls were from his taint.

"I estimate about a three-inch difference once some downward force is applied."

"I see." I wrote it down.

"Shall we do a pressure test, while we're at it?"

"I have a press right here, we might as well."

"Kevin, this may hurt a bit. When you feel a sharp pain, say eight on a scale from one to ten, let us know. Okay?"

"Yes, Dr."

His cock was harder than ever, he could barely wait for this. Ashley maneuvered both balls into the press and turned the lever to let some pressurized air into the press. His balls flattened and turned white from the insistent squeezing.

"How is that?" Ashley asked.

"Okay, I can take a little more."

Wow, fucking pervert. Ashley pushed the lever to let more air in, then looked at Kevin. No reaction. More pressure.

"Ohhhh fuck!" Kevin groaned.

Ashley reached for his erection, she squeezed it, then looked up at him. "Can you take more?"

So unfair, her hand on his cock, squeezing it. I'm sure he didn't want to stop.

"Maybe a little."

Ashley increased the pressure, and one ball squeezed out the side of the press. That had to hurt.

"No ... Stop ... I can't take any more."

Ashley squeezed the press together with her fingers. Kevin bolted upright. "FUCK!" he cried out. Hmmm, I guess he was right, he really couldn't take any more. Ashley let go of the press and his cock at the same time.

"Alright then, we finished at 150 lbs of pressure," Ashley said. I wrote it down on my clipboard, as though it mattered.

"Let's check his penile temperature," I suggested to Ashley. She grabbed a thermometer and coated it in lube, then she took his hard cock in her hand. She lined up the thermometer with his pee hole and then slid it in. Deeper, and then most of the way. Kevin squirmed in her grip.

"Hold still," Ashley said.

"Sorry, it feels weird."

"Just one more minute." She slid the thermometer up and down inside him. He squirmed, but kept silent. She pulled it out and showed it to me. I wrote the temperature on the chart.

"I just have a few more tests to run. I think they would work best if you tied off his testicles. You can use the rubber hose there. Make sure and separate them."

Ashley went to work, wrapping the rubber tubing around both balls, then pushing them apart and wrapping some around each. She's done this before, she's good at it. Soon she had each ball isolated and pushing hard against the sensitive skin of his scrotum. I was itching to run my fingernails over them, just to make him squirm. I resisted the urge, though, because I wanted to do another test first.

"Grab that reflex hammer, and strike his balls. Let's see how he reacts."

Kevin looked on nervously as Ashley picked up the triangle-shaped hammer. Then she snapped it into his balls.

"OUCH!" Kevin croaked. He looked shocked by the pain. She pulled the hammer back and took another shot, this time striking his other testicle. "AHHHH!" She took a few more shots, Kevin squirmed and moaned, but he didn't beg her to stop. That has to hurt, he must really be into this.

"Any further tests, Doctor?" Ashley asked.

"I might try one more manual test." I stepped in between his legs and ran my fingers over his exposed balls. They had to be so sensitive after the pain we inflicted. The skin of his scrotum was stretched tightly over them. I ran my fingernails over his balls, then I gently tugged on them. His body tightened with every touch.

I wanted to see him cum, I bet he hits his face with ejaculate. I took his balls and squeezed them in my palm, and with my other hand, I squeezed his cock. That was all it took.

"OHHHHHHH!" Kevin cried out as every muscle in his body contracted. His cock twitched in my hand and shot a rope of cum up his chest and onto his face. I stroked his cock and squeezed his balls, his cock throbbed again, and he released another rope. Then another. More and more cum covered his chest and stomach.

I've never wanted to be a guy, but it was obvious that Kevin just had the most amazing orgasm. I felt a little jealous. I continued to stroke his cock, helping work out all the cum.

His cock finally stopped throbbing in my hand. I let it go, and Ashley got a towel to clean him up.

"Kevin, there are a few more tests I could run. You know, just to be certain. If you would like to do them, make an appointment for next week on your way out."

"Okay."

"Oh, and do me a favor. No masturbating or sex until your appointment, okay?"

"Yes, Dr. Whitney."

Ashley and I left him to get dressed, then we headed down to one of the empty exam rooms.

"Is it my turn to go first this week?" she asked.

"If you don't mind, let's sixty-nine. I don't think I can wait."

"Good idea."