Busting League: A Routine Procedure

"Next!"

Ethan looked up from his magazine, glancing left and right to see if there was anyone else in the waiting room, but besides the cute nurse standing at the door and the dumpy-looking attendant sitting at the sign-in desk, it looked like he was the only one left. He set down his copy of Sports Illustrated, climbing to his feet. "Uh…I guess that's me."

"Mr. Pell, is it?" The brunette smiled warmly. "Right this way, please."

"Of course." Ethan followed the nurse into the hallway, unable to resist a glance at the subtle curve of her rear through her tight white uniform. He admired the view for a short moment before clearing his throat, forcing his eyes back upwards. "Listen, uh -- I was told I need to come here, but I'm not sure why…"

"You're new to the League, yes?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"Yes," he replied.

"Well, before we can accept you into the League, we need to do a quick physical to make sure you're physically fit enough." She turned a corner, continuing her brisk pace. "It's standard procedure."

Ethan frowned, struggling a bit just to keep up with the fleet-footed female. "B-but I already brought in my latest documents from the doctor's office -- I had a physical just last week."

"Ah yes, but the Underground League requires a somewhat…unique skill-set from its participants." The brunette finally came to a stop, grabbing a doorknob. "It's not enough just to be fit -- your body must be prepared for the challenges of an Underground League battle."

"Oh." Ethan scratched his head. "Uh…okay."

Rather than say more, the nurse just opened the door, gesturing inwards. "Now you step inside and strip down, and I'll be back in a minute to start the exam, alright?"

He had to pause at that thought -- himself, naked, receiving an in-depth "checkup" from the curvy young woman. And maybe checking out that cute rump in return… "W-wait," he stuttered, "are…are you the one examining me?"

"Along with my partner, yes." Seeing the look on his face, the brunette giggled. "Oh don't be shy, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Just make yourself comfortable and we'll be in shortly, alright?"

"Uh…of course," Ethan replied, quickly stepping inside and closing the door before he could embarrass himself any further.

It only took a few moments for him to remove the few articles of clothing he was wearing: his socks and shoes set neatly on the floor, his t-shirt following soon afterwards, with his shorts and boxers completing the set, leaving his body bare except for the shock of black hair covering his head and the smaller patch of hair further south. Nervously he sat on the edge of the examination table, glancing down at his groin. Not that he was ashamed of what God had given him -- quite the opposite, in fact -- but recently he'd gone through a bit of a dry spell, and that bouncy little nurse had already done plenty to get his hormones flowing. Hopefully a nice cold stethoscope to the chest would cool him down a bit; otherwise, things had the potential to get awkward…

He looked up with a start as the doorknob turned again, the door opening to reveal a new figure…but one equally worrisome. Ethan let out an internal groan as a second doctor stepped into the room, her uniform tight around her hips, a clipboard clasped tightly to her chest. And good thing, too -- that clipboard was the only item that stopped him from openly gawking at the redhead's rather generous rack. Even so, he could feel a pang of desire go through his body, his manhood giving a weak twitch at the sight.

Then came the first girl as well, turning to close the door behind her, giving him another glimpse of that fine behind through the thin cloth of her outfit. Two bangable nurses? Already he could feel his limp length starting to stiffen, responding to the welcome sight. Keeping his libido in check was going to be an uphill battle, apparently.

"Well then…Ethan Pell, is it?" The redhead smiled at him. "I'm Dr. Inkberry -- I'll be leading your exam today. Nice to meet you."

"And I'm Dr. Landsinger," piped up the brunette. "We've met already, of course, but nice to meet you all the same."

"Uh…pleased to meet you both as well," Ethan replied. It was a bit of a relief to hear both of the women take on a professional tone. It certainly put his nerves more at ease. Maybe it wouldn't be quite so difficult to keep himself under control after all.

Dr. Inkberry continued, glancing down at her clipboard. "I'm sure you've got places to be this afternoon, so we'll try to make this as quick and painless as we can. Let's see…you've signed the consent forms, so Dr. Landsinger is going to start setting you up on the examination table, but while she's doing that, I'm going to ask you some supplementary questions to fill in the gaps in your physical, alright?"

"Sounds good," Ethan answered, trying to relax as the nurse placed a hand on his chest and forced him gently onto his back. He'd never been too comfortable with medical examinations, but after twenty-odd years of doctor's visits, he knew better than to complain or to panic.

"It looks like we've got most of your basic info already," said Dr. Inkberry, "but we're going to need more background on your reproductive health -- for legal reasons, mostly. These questions are important, so answer honestly, please."

"Of course," Ethan replied, allowing Dr. Landsinger to grab one of his wrists and extend his arm to its full length.

"Good." Dr. Inkberry looked up from her clipboard, giving him a quick smile. "Then let me start with the basics…it says here you're clean of any sexual diseases, yes?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Fertile?"

"As far as I know."

"Any hormone imbalances? Low testosterone, anything like that?"

"Not that I'm aware of, no."

"Good." The busty redhead set her clipboard down for a moment, sliding her pencil behind one ear. "I'm just going to examine your testicles quickly and make sure there are no unusual growths…"

Ethan fought the urge to fidget as the doctor stepped up between his legs, taking hold of his heavy spunk-makers and weighing them in her palm. He let out a long, tense breath as she examined his orbs, checking for any irregularities. At least she's not feeling up the one-eyed monster, Ethan told himself…even though a small part of him wished that she was.

"Seems like everything's normal," Dr. Inkberry said after a moment, letting his jewels slip from her grasp. "Nothing to suggest any disease or recent injury."

"Well that's good news," piped up Dr. Landsinger, just as she finished binding his left wrist to the table. "I'd hate to see a big guy like you anything less than healthy."

That earned a blush from Ethan, but the other doctor just shook her head. "Anyway, continuing…have you ever been kicked, punched, or otherwise hit in the testicles?"

Ethan winced. "Uh, yes."

She ticked off a box on her clipboard. "And what is the most severe blow you have ever taken to the testicles?"

"Um." Ethan blushed, his legs drawing together instinctively as he thought the question over. "I got kneed pretty hard once at a nightclub…that was bad."

"How long did that put you out of commission?" asked Dr. Landsinger, pulling one of Ethan's legs aside.

He frowned, looking down at the brunette as she bound his ankle to the examination table. "Well, I was down for probably fifteen minutes or so…and then I was pretty achy for a day or two after."

"Mmm." Another mark on Dr. Inkberry's clipboard. "And do you have any history of rupture?"

The male blinked. "Sorry, could you say that again?"

"Have you ever popped one?" asked Dr. Landsinger bluntly.

Ethan's stomach turned at the thought. "Uh, no. I mean, I have 'em both, don't I?"

"That's true, but just because you've got a full set doesn't mean there hasn't been a rupture." Dr. Inkberry reached out and took his sac in her hand once more, rolling the twin spunk-makers between her fingers. "Sometimes a ball can be patched back together after it bursts, assuming it hasn't been totally crushed."

"Oh. R-right." Ethan looked a little queasy now, and none-too-comfortable with the female examining his heavy pair. "Well that definitely hasn't happened."

"Good to hear." The redhead let his gonads slip from her grasp. "And how about sexual activity -- you're sexually active, yes?"

"Yes."

"And no sexual diseases, we already went over that…" The doctor frowned. "When was the last time you ejaculated?"

"Uh." Ethan's cheeks burned red. "Th-that's a little personal, isn't it?"

"It's all part of the standard procedure, sir." The brunette nurse smiled up at him. "Don't worry, this is all private -- there's nothing to be shy about."

Ethan frowned, watching as his other ankle was bound to the table. "Well then. That would be…last night, I guess."

"With a partner, or solo?"

"...Solo," he admitted sheepishly.

The brunette looked up, her gaze flicking towards his limp length. "Well that's a pity," she murmured. 

Dr. Inkberry just nodded. "No shame in that. And just to double-check: as far as you're aware, you have no fertility problems, correct?"

"No, no issues."

"I should think not, with a big pair of plums like that." Dr. Landsinger giggled as she locked Ethan's right wrist into the last of the restraints. "I'll bet your little swimmers are plenty strong."

Ethan blushed brightly at her comment -- and his cheeks weren't the only part of his body suffering from an increase in blood flow. If I get out of this examination without popping wood, he thought, then I deserve some kind of medal. And some alone time with a box of tissues.

But if the two nurses took any notice of the man's inner conflict, they didn't show it. Instead Dr. Inkberry scribbled a few more notes on her clipboard, then set it aside. "Alright then, we've just got a few more quick tests to do. Jess, the patient is secured?" she asked, moving to examine the restraints.

"Yep!" The brunette grinned. "Good luck escaping from that without any help."

The redhead let out a little chuckle. "Doctor, you're going to scare him with language like that." She turned to Ethan. "Just lie down and try to relax, alright? This might be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn't take more than a minute or two."

Ethan frowned. "Sure. Uh…what test is this, exactly?"

"Oh, just a reproductive health examination. An evaluation of sexual performance and a standard test for testicular integrity."

"Uh…'testicular integrity'?" he echoed uncertainly.

"Yep! We check whether you've got the balls for the job, basically." Dr. Landsinger grinned, taking hold of his sac. "We need to make sure that your balls won't just explode the first time you take a solid kick to the groin."

"A-and how do you do that?" asked Ethan, increasing concern creeping into his voice.

"Well, we usually start with manual examination." The brunette grinned, rolling his plump plums between her fingers. "But that's Dr. Inkberry's area of expertise, mainly, so she'll be starting the procedure. Doc, you wanna take over?"

"My pleasure." The busty redhead smiled down at Ethan, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his left orb. "Now, take a deep breath and think about something pleasant, alright?"

Ethan opened his mouth to make some kind of protestation -- but for a split-second he was distracted by the feel of the woman's fingers gently encircling his hefty left nut. The sensation sent a shiver of arousal up his spine...but only until the doctor suddenly tightened her grip. The male's eyes shot wide open and his body tensed as Dr. Inkberry bore down on his spud with crushing force. Immediately a high-pitched moan came from his throat, his hips twitching instinctively in an attempt to dislodge the gonad-crushing grip. The rubbery sphere squirmed desperately, seeking an escape from the terrible pressure, but it was surrounded on all sides by her fingers, the testicle's contents forced into an ever-shrinking space.

Meanwhile, Dr. Landsinger just chuckled, watching the patient's facial expression as his eggs were all but scrambled in the name of health. "Ha, look at him! I swear, no two guys make the same face, but they all react like you just stabbed them in the gut with a rusty spork."

"Tell me about it." Dr. Inkberry's brow was furrowed as she carried out her examination, rotating Ethan's tender jewel in her grip to examine every side. Carefully she pushed and prodded, poking into the heart of his sensitive nut and earning a shrill squeal in response. "It's not like we're doing any damage -- they way they react, you'd think it was a whole group of girls stomping on their spuds."

"Heh, yeah." Dr. Landsinger grinned. "Speaking of which, did you see that exhibition fight last week?"

"The three-on-one match? Yeah, I caught the highlights on TV afterwards. If you ask me, the guy was lucky to get out of there with one nut left." Dr. Inkberry shook her head, looking back down at the spunk-filled nugget squashed between her fingers and ignoring the twitching, moaning male it was attached to. "Anyway, the left one seems healthy so far. You wanna start checking the right?"

"Sure thing," the brunette replied. Gently she lifted her patient's right nut in her fingers, peering at the plump spunk-maker for a moment. "Now let's see…"

Ethan was already lost in his own world of mind-numbing, gut-wrenching pain, his entire universe consumed by the nauseating ache spreading from his mangled left marble…but that did very little to distract him from the agony that suddenly exploded in his right nut. He let out a renewed squawk of male agony as Dr. Landsinger bore down on his other gonad with even less tact that Dr. Inkberry, his sizable right nut reshaping itself like putty under the strength of her rough examination. Desperately Ethan tried to call out, seeking the words to make it all stop -- but even if his vocal cords hadn't already been contorted in a high-pitched moan, the two doctors between his legs didn't seem very concerned about his personal comfort.

"Honestly, he's got a really nice pair," remarked Dr. Landsinger. "Big, plump, healthy. And he's your standard horny stud -- he's gotta be producing spunk by the gallon. I mean, these things are full."

"Yeah…that should make the last part interesting." Dr. Inkberry glanced up. "Do you want to take this, or should I?"

The brunette shrugged. "Seems like he's got enough to share. Why not both of us?"

Dr. Inkberry thought for a moment, then shrugged in return. "Sure, I don't see why not. After you, then."

"With pleasure." The female took on an almost predatory look, grinning down at her prize. "I've been looking forward to this ever since you walked in, big boy…"

In his near-delirious state, Ethan was a bit too distracted to fully process what was going on in front of him, but if he had been paying attention, he might have seen Dr. Landsinger reach out to take hold of his limp length, giving it a few firm strokes. He might have seen her lean in to give a long, slow lick from base to tip, sliding her tongue around the growing beast. He might have seen Dr. Inkberry join in a moment later, watching as she slurped down the first few inches, sucking hungrily on the stiffening rod.

Unfortunately for Ethan, this hardly registered when compared to the most intimate male agony imaginable -- but even if his brain could hardly process the spectacle before him, his body certainly responded, his thick shaft responding to the oral treatment despite the hellish nightmare going on just a few inches below. The male continued to frantically buck his hips, letting loose another long moan -- but with so many wires crossed, it was hard to say whether he was reacting to the pain or the pleasure.

Regardless, it was only a matter of moments before his body surrendered to the overstimulation. With an agonized squeal Ethan exploded, a thick blast of seed firing from the end of his cock to spray over the two females servicing him. His flattened orbs throbbed in agony as their sticky contents were practically squeezed out, shot after shot of baby batter arcing through the air to coat the doctors, the examination table, and everything else within a radius of several feet.

After a few moments (and one final, extra-strong squeeze), the brunette and the redhead relinquished their grip on Ethan's tortured jewels, allowing the mangled pair to reinflate to an approximation of their usual shape. There was a brief pause as his member gave a few more twitches, drooling a few last drops of seed, but the silence was interrupted as Ethan let out another ungodly moan, his naked body quivering upon the examination table.

"You--you've got a sample?" asked Dr. Inkberry, squinting one eye shut against the string of seed that had splattered across the side of her face.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," laughed the brunette, using a finger to scrape off some of the thick spunk lying in ropes across the chest of her uniform. "Arceus, he came like a geyser, didn't he? The girls in the stadium are gonna love him."

"Heh…as long as he battles a cocktease, and not a ball-breaker." The redhead looked down at his heavy sac and its battered contents. "Though who knows -- with a big pair like his, he might survive for a while before some girl pops one."

Ethan was far too gone to pay attention to what the females were saying around him…but as soon as his limbs were freed, the male bent double, hands flying to cover his tortured manhood. He hardly even noticed as he rolled onto his side and tumbled off the examination table on to the floor, crumpling into the fetal position.

"Ohhhh God," he moaned, his hands clasped tightly between his legs. "Oh dear God, my nuts--!"

"Heh." The brunette chuckled, watching as the male clutched feebly at his throbbing spuds. "Never gets old."

"Relax," cooed Dr. Inkberry, unable to suppress a smile herself as Ethan let out another deep groan. "The first time's always the worst -- it'll get better from here, I promise. Consider that a warm-up for the League."

Ethan just let out another incoherent groan in reply. "Oh god…"

This time the doctor smiled more widely. "Take a few minutes to gather yourself. When you're ready, come down to the receptionist's desk and we'll set you up with your first battle, alright?"

He managed a weak nod, his gut still swimming with nausea as the two doctors began cleaning up the examination room around him. After a while the male summoned enough strength to try moving again, and gradually he managed to work his way to a kneeling position, his body still curling forwards in an instinctive attempt to guard his aching groin. Gingerly Ethan cradled his swollen eggs in his fingers, trying not to cause any more damage to his already pummeled pair.

"Oh, and hey -- one more thing."

With visible effort Ethan forced his gaze upwards, catching sight of Dr. Landsinger just in time to see the blur of the female's foot come crashing up between his legs. He let out a pained squeak and crumpled to the floor once more, the room forgotten as a fresh round of agony rose up from his family jewels. With a dry croak Ethan folded into the fetal position, clutching his most sensitive organs in a vain attempt to soothe their throbbing ache.

The brunette looked down at him, grinning widely. "Welcome to the League, stud."