On Christmas break back from university…
Blake sat in the silent, small feeling office. The feeling of hard paper underneath his butt. The oppressive feeling of his mother being below him and about 3 feet to his right, on a chair.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s very serious to have pain in one of your vital organs.”
The doctor entered the room and began typing things into the computer . “So how are you doing today Blake?”
“Not bad.”
“what seems to be the problem?”
“Well I have a pain in my right testicle.”
“Yes, he does. He says it started 3 days ago” his mom swiftly added.
The doctor, who was a young woman with a ponytail and a professional demeanor, typed in this information. She said in a simultaneously sweet and bored voice, “Ok well let’s get you checked out.”
“You can remain seated. I’m going to go ahead and do an ultrasound on your testicles.”
Blake wanted to be anywhere but here. He felt as if minute by minute, he was losing the will to live. The doctor then lifted up the gown to expose his member, which sat between his thighs like a pile of ripe fruit.
“Does his foreskin look tight to you?”
A pause as the doctor wrote something on her clipboard. Blake waited with horrible anticipation, not sure she would answer his mother.
“Men vary with how tight their foreskin will be.”
“I just don’t want him to not be able to clean under there” said his mom.
Directing her attention at Blake, “This will just take a few minutes. I’m going to use this machine to visualize your testes.”
In that moment, the way she said “testes” hit a pleasure nerve in his brain. His mother, again, 3 feet away. He could hear her chewing gum, and smell coffee on her breath. But the way Dr. Richmond said *testes*…it was like his penis could hear her.
His root began to stiffen.
He hoped this would all be over soon.
The doctor deftly squirted a huge messy glob of cold lube onto his smooth testicles. He wondered if his mom would know that he shaved them. He really hoped she wouldn’t realize that.
The lube got onto his shaft as well. Dr. Richmond ignored it, and held his shaft against his abdomen with the back of her fingers. In the other hand, she took a wand and started gliding it along his lubed testicles.
Blake could no longer deny to himself that he was badly, badly horny. The cold air of the office perked up his nipples. His penis became fully hard. It was partially hidden behind the doctor’s hand. He frantically reminded this to himself, grasped at this fact for his redemption. Maybe he could hold out…
The probe, slowly gliding over his testicles. “Everything looks normal so far. So that’s good news.”
“Oh gosh Blake.” piped in Blake’s mother. “Well it looks like you’re a healthy young man. Too bad she’s about 10 years too old for you!”
Blake’s penis involuntarily flexed. The situation was becoming dire. Blake wanted to die.
“Just a minute more, I think we’re almost done here.”
“Can you do the exam properly if he has an….an erection?” She whispered the word erection.
Another pause from the doctor. “Yes, it shouldn’t interfere with the exam.”
“I’m going to look at your left testicle as well, ok? Just in case.”
Her fingers gently touched his shaft to move it out of the way. Horribly, horribly gently. His penis was completely stiff now. He sat there exposed, a trail of precum oozing from the tip, dangling onto the doctor’s gloved hand.
“Hmm. She said” Another pause. “I think there is a bit of inflammation here.”
She removed her hand briefly. Blake clutched his member, shielding it from view. He felt dangerously close.
“Blaaaaaaake,” his mother chided. “Blake don’t touch yourself. That’s inappropriate!”
Blake reluctantly took his hand away. The doctor ignored his mother’s comment. “Let’s try to get a better visual. Just hold on a little longer.”
Blake knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it. His penis stood straight and tall and wooden. The wand came back to his slimy, lube smelling balls. He focused every ounce of his concentration on self control.
“Mrmm” a brief, unthinking sound of concentration from the doctor.
The vocalization was too much for him. A small trickle…and then a stream. “Oh NOOO NO NO” his mom said, the sound of a woman watching a dog squat down on the carpet. Agony in her voice. “STOP IT. STOP IT STOP IT STOP ITTTTT STOP ITTTTTTTT”
His mom was rising out of her seat…She frantically reached into her purse to grab a few tissues from a travel-sized pack. Blake’s boner bounced up in down in a horrible fear response, strong as ever, even as his ejaculate splashed across his mother’s white blouse. Her black capri pants. His penis leaped and bobbled with each twitch as his semen released from his body. She dropped the tissues uselessly around his groin. One landed on his sticky balls. The other clung to his wet shaft, partially hiding his still ejaculating member. His mother’s cold, manicured fingers accidentally made contact. He felt the feeling of the webbing between her fingers touch the underside of his penis and her nails poke into his abdomen. It was very brief. She fearfully retracted her hand uttering a guttural wail of fear and disgust.
The doctor sat there seemingly in shell shock. She put the wand away, and put away her gloves. She dropped a box of tissues next to Blake. He was crying. His cum was everywhere, his hairy thighs, mixed with the lube on his balls. On the paper, on his gown, on the floor. His mom.
Another tiny spurt from his penis. He sat there, weeping, unable to stifle thick sobs from his heaving chest.
He even saw some of his cum on the doctor. Only she hadn’t noticed yet. He didn’t know if he should say anything. He wanted desperately for her to wipe it off. At least before his mother saw. Before she could walk him out to the waiting room, and gasp in disgust there, in front of everyone….
As if none of this happened, the doctor said in the driest of voices “I believe you have Epididymitis. I’m going to write a prescription for antibiotics. What’s your pharmacy…?”
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**Jessica**
It was a week since Jessica and Blake had had a talk. Even though Jessica had agreed to go on a date with Blake, it went no further. Blake had felt very awkward on the date, saying very little. Jessica politely went through the motions anyway, and effortfully carried the conversation the whole evening. After they both ordered a frozen yogurt and walked back to her place, she gave him a very stiff, very brief hug and said “Well, this is my place. It was nice meeting you. Have a good night!’
Blake had walked away down the quiet street. He reflected on how it could all go so poorly. Why he didn’t have the nerve to say anything.
Tonight, Jessica and Blake were in the kitchen. The party had ended and her roommate had gone on a run to pick up more weed. Blake was very drunk. Jessica was very drunk. He looked at her scanning her phone in the corner, focused on her instagram. The minutes ticked on in silence. Each minute, he increasingly felt more and more like a giant loser. He had thought he was a handsome, dashing kind of guy. He thought he was funny, adventurous…interesting. But he couldn’t for the life of him say anything to engage Jessica. He felt self conscious in that moment. He wished he had a different haircut. He wished he had more tattoos, maybe one on his neck.
She really wasn’t worth feeling awful over, he reflected. He thought she was a little bit fat. Her forehead looked stupid and she wore too much makeup. She was always shitting on his favorite bands, which he never defended. Meanwhile, she revered the most inane pop groups as if they were just the deepest, and only people like her could really understand and appreciate them…
“Oh Blakey…” she said. Not looking up from her phone. “What am I going to do with you?” So shy!”
Blake rose out of his chair without thinking. He leaned against the counter to her right, not knowing what he would do next. She glanced at him briefly, a little surprised, then went back on focusing on texting or tweeting or snapchatting or whatever she was doing.
Blake stiffened his arm and fist and jabbed at her pudgy exposed midriff. She made a dumb noise “UNh” which he liked. Her phone fell to the floor and slid under the table.
She started to holler. “You sick freak. DON’T ASSAULT ME. I’M CALLING THE COPS”
Blake started to kick. He kicked and kicked at the young woman bent over in the corner, her hands covering her face and head trying to shield herself. Then he noticed something that made him truly happy. A dark patch was spreading on the tight denim of her shorts. As he kicked, her urine released so forcefully he could see the yellow spurt through the fabric with every kick where her vulva stuck out between her asscheeks. “Aww did Jessica have a little accident?” he cooed at her.
In a moment of inspiration, he knelt down on the floor and undid his fly, releasing his balls and shaft and brought it close to her head. It took a moment, but he found it felt very natural. He held his member as he pissed on her, feeling sweet relief of emptying his bladder which had been very full from so many rum and cokes from the party. His urine splashed on her face and body. She gasped a bit trying to catch her breath.
He was stroking himself still pissing. He jabbed his leaking member at her head. He had to pry her arms away from her face. They were smooth, skinny girl arms all wet with his pee. Slippery as they were, he succeeded. He did what he needed to do. All it took was taking his strong hand to her neck. “OPEN UP BITCH” He repeated this phrase over and over. He didn’t know if it would work, but he was too far gone to give up now. She relented, and he felt a warm breathing hole open up and his erection hit the back of her throat. She gagged. He stared down at her puffy, tear stained, snotty face. He wanted nothing more than to gag her with his cock. He thrust his thin hips into her lips and face. She was making these dumb moaning sounds. He thrust and thrust. She vomited and cried around his dick. The sensations of her tight throat clamping down as she choked were extremely pleasurable. He stared down at her, red faced, sweaty hair in clumps on his forehead. He was so turned on by the way his cock looked in her dumb mouth. The way his cock was forcing her mouth open. The way her lips looked around his shaft. His cock was so big it was choking her and stretching out her lips.
A few more quick thrusts and he was cumming. He came, balls whapping against her chin and neck, his cock twitching in her throat. He loved thinking about his cum being forced down her esophagus.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/g4kn6b/male_humiliation