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.
