Good Doctor

Quinn sat on the cold examination bench quietly as the doctor jotted down a few last minute notes onto his chart.  Quinn was getting his annual sports physical at the university medical centre, a usually routine affair that typically only covered the bare minimum requirement for a physical.  Quinn was the last patient of the day, just one of a sea of college students the doctor had had to treat today and his indifference was obvious throughout the exam.
Quinn, a powerfully built twenty-two year old rugby player at Amajor University looked uncharacteristically nervous as he waited for the doctor to finish writing. He ran one of his thick hands through his shaggy black hair, cleared his throat and spat out "Doc, I was wondering.  How do you give yourself a testicular exam?"
The doctor looked up from his pad and eyed the handsome jock.  Quinn was six foot four, with a husky, athletic built.  His pecs were perfectly sculpted, outlined nicely under his white polo shirt.  His thick, muscular legs filled out his too-small jeans and an ample bulge was visible at the intersection of the jock's legs.  Dr. Paulson was openly gay, and always took a professional detachment from the countless attractive, virile young men he treated, but with particularly handsome men his hormones sometimes clouded his professional judgment.   This was the case with Quinn..
Dr. Paulson was in his late forties, his grey hair cut short.  Being a doctor with a specialty in sports medicine, he took particularly good care of himself and his five foot ten body was quite muscular, with his arms bulging out the sleeves of his white medical coat.  Overall Dr. Paulson looked and carried himself like a man ten years his junior.
"Oh, a testicular exam? You mean for cancer screening?"
"Yes.  My pa' was just diagnosed..."
Dr. Paulson showed genuine concern as he took a step closer to the sitting jock.
"... They caught it incredibly early. A miracle, actually. He's going to be fine but it got me thinking that I may have a higher risk, ya' know since it runs in the family, and I wanted to start, ya' know, examining myself."
Dr. Paulson set down his clip board and took a step toward Quinn, putting a hand on his knee in a strictly professional, calming way.
"Well, Quinn. Studies haven't linked regular self examination to increased survival rates with this particular cancer, so the American Cancer Society doesn't have guidelines on how regularly it should be done."
The doctor continued, "But some doctors, including myself, do recommend that patients with a family history or other risk factors do perform regular self checks.  I can show you how if you'd like,"
Quinn nodded affirmatively and stood up. 
"Please lower your pants again," Dr. Paulson said, swallowing hard as the beefy jock pulled his jeans and boxers to his ankles.
Quinn's genitals, matching the rest of his frame, were quite large.  Each of his testicles was slightly smaller than a billiard ball and hung low in the bottom of this hairy sack.  His cock was five inches long and quite thick even though it was totally limp, hanging slightly to the left.
Dr. Paulson grasped the meaty right nut and felt the organ in his hand. Quinn winced from the feeling of the doctor's cold hand on his junk.
"I usually recommend that patients perform the exam after a hot shower or bath, when the genitals are lower in the sack and relaxed.  But I can still show you the basic techniques. Just take a the testicle between your thumb and fingers and roll it applying slight pressure..."
Quinn winced as the doctor squeezed his ball slightly between his thumb and fingers.  Dr. Paulson's cock jumped in his slacks as he felt the surprisingly squishy orb compress in his hands.  He rolled the nut around for a few seconds before stopping.
"Do you feel that?" 
The doctor guided Quinn's hand to a benign lump near the middle of his testicle.

"This is totally normal.  Which is why if you do decide to self exam that you do it regularly, so you get to know what's normal and what isn't what your testicles."
Dr. Paulson dropped Quinn's heavy right nut and reached for the left, grasping the huge organ between his fingers and thumb.  The doctor rolled Quinn's nut in his fingers, squeezing slightly as he examined the hung stud's sex organs.  Quinn winced slightly, apparently his nuts were as sensitive as they were large.  As the doctor rolled the ball, Quinn's cock began to stir.
Quinn's entire body flushed red as he looked down to see his penis was quickly swelling.  Dr. Paulson, pretending not to notice, grasped Quinn's other ball in his hand and was now gently rolling both orbs in his powerful hand.  Quinn winced as his cock continued to grow until was its full nine inch length.  Dr. Paulson swallowed hard as the massive organ pulsed with each beat of the jock's heart, the bulbous mushroom shaped head swelling as Quinn's balls were massaged.
Quinn's handsome face was now beet red in embarrassment.
"I'm not gay. I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him."
Dr. Paulson smiled at the way the stud was addressing his penis as 'him'. 
"It's a totally normal automatic reaction.  It may even happen when you're examining yourself." 
Dr. Paulson had finished actually examining Quinn's testicles, finding nothing wrong, but continued to compress and roll him in his hands, now pressing much harder than necessary.
Quinn winced and his perfect body shuddered as Dr. Paulson's thumbs bore deeper into his fleshy balls. Dr. Paulson kept kneading the large testicles for several minutes until he drove his thumb even deeper into the rugby player's sack.
"Oww, doc. That hurts.:" Quinn yelped as Dr. Paulson's thumbs dug into his balls, now separated from his hands by only a half inch of painfully compressed ball meat. The huge orbs looked like they had been dented in their middles as the doctor continued to press in.
Dr. Paulson's heart quickened and he felt his own seven inch cock throbbing in his slacks. He cleared his throat and did his best to sound professional "Now I'm checking the deeper tissues and membranes."
Quinn screamed and stumbled back, his ass now pressed against the exam table. 
"Do I have to do it so rough to myself" Quinn asked, his face contorted in pain but his massive cock still rock hard.
"No. Only your doctor should. We wouldn't want to cause any permanent damage.  Hmm. Let me look more closely at the left testicle."
Dr. Paulson released Quinn's now reddened right testicle and grasped his horse like left nut with both hands.  One hand was busy compressing the top of the nut and the other hand was compressing the bottom.  Quinn let out a gasp and his eyes were tearing up.  He went to close his legs out of instinct...
"Please keep your legs spread, please."
Quinn complied, spreading his thick legs giving the doctor easy access to his nuts.  Dr. Paulson's heart was pounding as he felt his hands digging further and further into the handsome jocks' nut.  The organ was getting flatter and flatter and Dr. Paulson could feel the delicate membranes starting to give in. 
Quinn was now screaming, begging Dr. Paulson to stop but he kept pressing into the large ball until it was flattened to a half inch thick.  And despite himself, Quinn made a conscious effort to keep his legs open, and his big nuts totally exposed to Dr. Paulson.
"Doc! Doc! Please, that hurts!"  Quinn yelped, his voice cracking.
Despite the pain, Quinn's cock continued to throb painfully, a thick stream of precum dripping from the head.  Dr. Paulson was tempted to take the handsome stud's cock into his mouth, but stopped himself.
"Uh oh.  We don't want your semen to back up."
"You mean like blue balls?" the clueless jock asked while the doctor continued to manhandle his nut.
"Exactly." 
Dr. Paulson took his right hand and started pumping Quinn's enormous cock, using the now pouring stream of precum as lube. His other hand was now entirely encircling the swelling left nut, his bicep flexing as he attempted to literally crush the young man's nut.  Quin cried out, but his mind was too awash with pleasure and pain to fight back.
This rough kneading went on for several minutes and Dr. Paulson was dripping precum himself as he felt Quinn's battered, bloated nut starting to collapse in his hands.  The jock was now screaming steadily, his brute voice echoing in the empty clinical building, but his cock was still rock hard.
"Oh doc! You're crushing it."
"Well you have to ejaculate soon, then I'll stop squeezing."
TWACK! TWACK! TWACK!
The doctor pumped Quinn's enormous dong like his life depending on it...
"Oh doc! You're gonna' squash it!" Quinn wailed, ironically the more the thought about Dr. Paulson's hand crushing his nut the hornier he got.
Dr. Paulson licked his lips and smiled as the powerful muscle jock squirmed, obviously in pain, but going out of his way to keep his balls available to Dr. Paulson.  It was as if the jock subconsciously wanted Dr. Paulson to pop his baby maker.
"Oh! That feels so good! Keep squeezing!"
Dr. Paulson was taken aback, and incredibly aroused, by the hapless jock's exclamation.
"I'm gonna' shoot!" Quinn screamed as his back arched in pleasure.  Dr. Paulson's face and jacket were plastered with four thick, powerful spurts of seamen.
Quinn stood panting, catching his breath as Dr. Paulson slowly let off the pressure on his nut. It was clear to the doctor that he was only a few minutes away from permanently damaging the stud's bull nut. It was incredibly swollen and red, and the doctor could feel that his thumb was starting to destroy the membranes and connective tissue that was keeping the jocks' nut whole and round. Maybe next time, if the doctor played this right, Quinn wouldn't be so lucky.
Quinn looked down at the doctor's messy face and smiled.  He usually wasn't a shooter, but as was evident by the thick splattering of cum dripping off the doctor's face, having his balls squeezed clearly triggered something inside the horny young man.
"Sorry doc. I made a mess.  That felt so fucking good." 
Dr. Paulson washed his face in the exam room's small sink, then headed back to the hapless jock who was now pulling his pants back up.
Quinn looked at the doctor and said meekly "I've never cum like that.
Dr. Paulson smiled, "I must have squeezed it right out of you."
There was a brief silence as the spent rugby stud looked around nervously as if dancing around an awkward question.  Finally he spoke.
"When you were squeezing my nut.. er, testicle, it felt so good. But it hurt. Is that normal?"
Dr. Paulson smiled broadly "Well, some guys do enjoy it."
The two looked at each other for what seemed like a long time before Quinn finally spoke "Maybe I should come in for an exam tomorrow."
"And the next day probably, just to make sure I didn't miss anything."
Thinking back to the weirdly erotic, explosive orgasm he had just had, Quinn nodded his head in agreement.
"Actually, Quinn.  I could give you a harder--- I mean more thorough examination at my private office. At home."
Quinn wasn't sure why, but his cock instantly got hard again at the prospect of getting another ball squeezing from Dr. Paulson. Maybe next time he'd press in even harder...
"That sounds great, doc!"  Quinn said smiling.
"How hard can you squeeze?"
"As hard as you want,"
Dr. Paulson held out his arm, palm opened, and began clenching his fist as if he was wrapping it around a nice juicy testicle.  Quinn's eyes grew large, and his cock began to stir as he watched the handsome doctor's fist close tighter and tighter.  Quinn imagined one of his own nuts trapped in the slowly closing space inside Dr. Paulson's hand. 
Just as Dr. Paulson's hand compressed to about the same distance it had been when Quinn shot, he made eye contact with the mesmerized stud and licked his lips.  Dr. Paulson feigned as if he was encountering invisible resistance, pretending that his fist couldn't close any more.
Quinn's cock was fully erect again as he imagined his nut was being crushed by Dr. Paulson.  The doctor smiled broadly as he dramatically clenched his fist totally shut rapidly, as if he'd finally broken through the invisible resistance.  Quinn thought he was going to shoot another load as he envisioned what would have happened to his nut had it been in the doctor's palm.  Would it have burst?
"Wouldn't that kind of pressure damage me?"  Quinn asked breathlessly, his mind racing with a graphic visual of his ruined nut oozing from between Dr. Paulson's fingers.
"Yes.  Your testicle would have been crushed."
"Popped?"
Dr. Paulson nodded affirmatively.
Quinn swallowed hard.
"Hot."

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