Added: 12 years ago
Yesterday, my nads were aching so bad that I told my dad about it. He asked if he could take a look. Dad saw how my nuts had swollen up and how my sack was hanging heavy and red. When he touched my junk, I let out a yelp. Your balls are too damn hot, son, like they’re on fire; you got to get to the doc. So that’s why I was on my hands and knees with my ass in the air while on the examination table in Dr. Shitchute’s office. Doc stuck his finger up my ass, and asked if I’d been masturbating at least once a day. No, I hadn’t been jacking off. I never jacked off on game days, or even the day before. Because the season was nearly over and the team needed every win, I hadn’t busted my nuts for a month. No time to lose, then, doc said. I had a clogged prostate and needed a deep skeet cleaning right away. He hooked me up; he stuck a tube up my piss hole and strapped my dick into a pump that started to vibrate when he flicked a switch. He put a probe up my anus and flicked another switch. He zapped me in the ass hole that way every few seconds while the pump suctioned my dick. And that’s how I got my skeet deep cleaned for two hours yesterday afternoon.