He had to admit, it kind of scared him, but the idea also turned him on.
Allan had been to his urologist and he recommended physical therapy, specifically a pelvic exam, for his testicular pain and for his prostate tension. He told him that he might not do it, he would be too mortified to do get a pelvic exam. But at the same time, there was something thrilling about it to him.
He did some research online and found out that pelvic floor exams are done rectally for men. He waffled for a few days and thought about not doing it.
Fuck it.
Finally after his testicular pain became bad enough, he made an appointment. Unfortunately, the pelvic specialist could not see him for almost two months. The appointments were an hour long, and he had to schedule four of them.
The few weeks seemed to take forever, but finally the day of the exam was here. He was excited, yet very nervous about it. What would happen? He questioned if this was not a sexual thing. It was a medical thing. He could not dare get an erection or get excited from this.
The pelvic specialist is a professional and would never do anything sexual, he told himself. And besides, you are here for medical reasons, he thought.
Last year when he had an ultrasound done on the very same testicle that was giving him trouble. The ultrasound tech was a decent looking woman. She was scanning his balls, but he got an enormously hard erection about 10 minutes in. He apologized to her, but she was not amused. She just gave him a cold sidewise look.
Pervert!
Later on during the procedure, he got another very hard erection as she scanned his scrotum and she was teasingly caressing his balls, while scanning. He apologized again. This time, the silent treatment. Towards the end of the procedure, the back of her hand "accidentally" worked up and back against his cock, giving him, yet a third, very hard erection. He apologized, but the tech said nothing. As he was getting dressed afterwards, he thought he heard the tech laughing at him... fucking with him on purpose or maybe telling her colleagues about the asshole whose balls she had just scanned.
You won't believe this fucking pervert I just scanned...
It was embarrassing. But he was also, turned on. Not by the near sexual experience of him having an unwanted erection in front of the ultrasound tech, but by her mean chuckle.
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On the day of his appointment, he got to the medical building a little early so he could do his paperwork and insurance. He had a bit of a knot in his stomach. Would be able to keep his shit together, getting a procedure that he really wanted from a health perspective?
You can do this... Do NOT get a fucking hard on.
He sat in the waiting area, nervously waiting his turn, trying not to pay attention to others, trying to stay off of his phone and trying to be invisible. Other patients were waiting too. An older couple -- the wife helping the husband, another older man, maybe 65 and a middle aged woman, maybe 45, brown hair, wearing khaki pants, a sweater, her purse on her lap and looking at her phone.
Shes not bad... wtf, stop it, Allan.
He grabbed a magazine and pretended to read an article.
"Allan?" a woman said, looking for her next patient.
He raised his head and nodded as if to say, right here.
She was dressed modestly and professionally. He was a bit surprised she wasn't in scrubs.
"Hi Allan, my name is Jill. Please follow me." she said, her voice rising as if it was almost a question.
He was taken out of the waiting room, down a hall and into a small exam room with fluorescent lights, Doctor's Office Green paint and of course, no windows.
"You'll need to change and wear this." Jill handed him the dreaded flimsy paper gown. "You can put your clothing on the seat here. Marika will be your therapist today, she will be right in."
Allan waited, nervously in the examination room, staring at the room and the equipment. The table had stirrups for these kinds of things. He wondered what being in the cold, metal stirrups would feel like.
Maybe the therapist would be pretty. Marika is a pretty sounding name...
This was pure fantasy. This would be all business.
Allan sat on the padded examination table sideways, his paper gown all that separated him from being completely exposed. He played with his fingers nervously... To his right, the bare metal stirrups stood starkly.
After about five minutes, there was a light knock. Marika came in. She was a beautiful woman; quite tall and thin. She was a little older, maybe 60. She had an indifferent face... not the exactly a face a man could be comfortable with in such sensitive circumstances. Her hair was in a pony tail... blonde going gray.
"Hi, my name is Marika." She said and extended a hand. There was a touch of somewhere in Europe in her accent.
I'm liking the accent, where? Allan thought...
"I have a number of preliminary questions before we get started. So let's start. How did it initially happen and for how long have you been having testicular pain?"
Allan sighed.
Jesus fucking Christ...
"This is pretty embarrassing... I like to be in chastity with my wife. We have a chastity device that I wear often, and it started to really hurt my testicle. Just the right one. That was maybe a few years ago. The pain comes and goes, but lately it's been really bad." He could not believe he admitted to that.
Stupid! Just tell her you were riding a bike or something??
"Oh, the pain comes and goes" she smiled, laughingly, using air quotes around "comes".
Jesus...
It was out there now. literally and figuratively. "Yes, I know it was not smart to use it, but it seems like so many people never had a problem." Allan explained.
That accent of hers...
he thought.
"You must've done some research to know that." said Marika smilingly...
Allan visibly sighed and shrunk a bit. He was caught in the cold, yet this double entendre was turning him on and making his cock stir with a semi erection.
Stay down...
he told his penis.
"Tell me about your sex life." Marika asked, with a thin smile on her lips. She seemed to be enjoying this.
"It's fairly active. My wife and I have a pretty vigorous sex life, We have a fair amount of sex, 3-4 times a week. We engage in other activities." Allan said. "But getting back to the pain, I cannot tell if it hurts more when I don't cum, like a blueballs situation, or after I do cum. Sometimes my wife will control my orgasm and not let me cum for a few weeks."
"OK, let's get something straight, Allan" Marika said, looking a bit serious and stern. "It's called ejaculate, not cum. We are in a medical setting, and you should not be talking like you are on the street. Now Continue."
Allan was a little taken aback. "Sorry."
Jesus, that accent when she speaks like that... definitely Slavic. Polish? Czech?
"Anyway, I am not sure if ejaculation has anything to do with it." he stammered. A nervousness rose in his stomach and his cock was really stirring underneath his flimsy paper gown.
Dude, you gotta keep your shit wired tired. Fucking calm down...
"What we will do is inspect you and your organs. You are aware we do this rectally, right?
Allan shook his head affirmatively. There was a hint of sexy coldness in the way she pronounced "what" more like "vaat."
"I'll bet you really wanted that, didn't you, Allan " Marika said smugly, as she got to work. Again with the "vanted"
"No. I'm really not enjoying this. I am only doing this as a medical process to rule everything out." Allan lied. "We checked for cancer, scanned for a varicocele, but everything seems OK. It just aches."
"Ah...OK" Marika said sarcastically.
Did she just roll her eyes at me?
Allan thought.
"Here's how it works Allan. We check things first. I look for tight muscles, trigger points, and the overall strength of your pelvic muscles. You are going to get your dirty little wish, Allan, because then I am going to massage your prostate, which will release prostatic fluid. After that release, I go back in, and check for the same tight muscles, trigger points and measure your prostate to see if there is any difference before and after you get your prostate milked."
"Following that, you will have to have a full ejaculation and I will check you rectally again to measure all of that again and see if there are any differences before and after. Then I will show you some exercises for you to use so we can check again after your next visit."
"Now lie down, face this way and put your feet in the stirrups, please."
Allan maneuvered himself into the stirrups. They were cold on the bottom of his heel and foot. Although he had "on" his gown, he was fully exposed for her. His legs were spread out, unable to really move, while she started the examination.
Marika donned a blue vinyl surgical glove from the counter and started feeling his testicles, and his perineum then putting some pressure on both places. Then she applied different pressure in both places to see what hurt more. With her inspecting his genitals, he was nervous, yet turned on. He started to get semi-erect.
Marika was working between his legs, but she peered upwards to Allan and gave him a stern "no" look as if to say,
"don't try it"
to Allan.
It didn't work... his mortifying erection grew. "Allan, don't be disgusting. This is a medical procedure, not some little immature sexual fantasy of yours." Marika said disgustedly.