I am Rohit, and I was in the 2nd year of my Engineering College when this happened. I came from a small town. I went to the big city to pursue higher studies and was admitted to a reputed engineering college.
Like all out-of-town students, I opted for shared hostel accommodation in the men’s wing of the college.
Sometime in the monsoon during my 2nd year there, I started experiencing pain in my balls. Initially, it was mild, but the pain increased within two weeks. It became difficult for me to run, participate in sports, and even squat on the floor.
By the 3rd week, my balls were swollen, red, enlarged and aching badly. The pain was so severe that I decided to seek medical help. I was embarrassed to talk to my roommates about my testicles or ask anyone for advice. I made up my mind to visit a doctor.
I went to the biggest hospital in the city the next day. I mumbled to the receptionist about having ‘pain in private parts.’ I was guided to the Urology department and asked to wait for the doctor.
10.30 AM
10 minutes later, a female nurse came and handed me a form to fill out. She said, “Dr Mehra, the regular urologist, is on leave this week. So, Dr Priyanka will be taking over his cases in his absence. She will look after your case too.”
“Dr Priyanka?” I fumbled. “Is she a lady?”
“Yes, a very senior lady doctor. She will be here shortly.”
The nurse left, and I was left worried about discussing my problem with a lady doctor. I filled out the form, and after another 10 minutes, a lady doctor entered the room.
“Hello, I am Dr Priyanka Sharma. How can I help you?”
She appeared to be a middle-aged lady, maybe in her mid-40s. I said nothing, just handed over the form to her. She read it quickly and asked, “Pain and swelling in the scrotum?”
I nodded in embarrassment.
“Ok, let’s go to the examination room. Follow me.” I followed her down the corridor to the examination room. It was empty.
Dr Priyanka closed the door and locked it from the inside. There was an examination bed and a chair behind a curtain. There were big lights above the bed and the chair.
“Ok, let me see,” She said.
“See what?” I felt scared and uneasy.
“I need to check the problem. Take off your pant and underwear, and sit on that chair.”
“What?” I was really scared now. Do I have to get naked in front of this lady doctor?
Dr Priyanka seemed unaffected by my hesitation. Showing no emotion, she asked, “How will I treat your problem without checking your scrotum? There is nothing to be ashamed of. Please hurry. I have other patients too.”
I slowly walked behind the curtain, removed my jeans and underwear, and sat on the chair.
“Ready?” asked the doctor from the other side of the curtain.
“Yes,” I replied.
She removed the curtain, put on her spectacles, and bent in front of my chair.
“Spread your legs wider. I need to see the extent of the swelling,” she said.
I kept my eyes down and spread my legs. She took a spoon from the instrument tray, put it under my left ball, and lifted it.
“Aah,” I cried in pain. “It hurts.”
She let go of my left ball and lifted the right ball with the spoon. “Hmm. Your testicles have swollen up like Gulab Jamun. There is redness, tenderness and swelling. It is a case of Fluid Retention,” she said.
“Sorry, what?” I mumbled.
“Fluid Retention. Excess sperm build-up. The medical term is Epididymal Hypertension.” She said matter-of-factly.
I had no idea what she was saying, so I kept mum.
“There is excess sperm build-up in your testicles. That has caused swelling and pain. How often do you jerk off?” she asked.
“What?” I was shocked at her direct and indecent line of questioning.
“Jerk off? Masturbate? How often?”
I was shocked and ashamed. How can I answer such a question from a lady?
“Very less. Rarely,” I feebly replied.
“Why?” she demanded.
“Um…well, I stay in a hostel in shared accommodation. There is no privacy.”
“Well, you have to find a way, my dear,” she said, taking off her spectacles. “Your Gulab Jamun will keep swelling if you do not drain the excess fluid regularly. At least once a week.”
I realised what she meant but was not sure what to do next. “So, what is the next course of action?” I asked.
“Get dressed. Then meet the nurse who gave you the form. You have to get admitted here for at least 2 days.” She said.
“Get admitted?” I was worried. “I have to attend classes at the college.”
She looked me in the eye and said, “Well, if you do not get admitted now, the swelling and pain will keep increasing. After another 2 weeks, you must undergo surgery to drain the excess fluid. Would you prefer that?”
I felt anxious and worried. Surgery? No way.
“However, if you get admitted now, a simple handjob can take care of the problem,” she said. “Unfortunately, I am too old to give handjobs to young guys like you. So, my daughter will help you in this matter.”
Her daughter? Dr Priyanka was in her mid-40s, so her daughter could be a college student!
“Ok,” I said. “I will get admitted for 2 days.”
“Good. We will review your condition over the next 2 days and then take a final decision.” She left the room and was sent back to the nurse.
I filled up the paperwork and got admitted. There were many vacant beds and rooms in the department. I was allotted a solitary room with a single bed and table. No sharing with anyone.
6.30 PM
It had been more than 6 hours since I got admitted, but the ‘treatment’ was yet to begin. I lay on the bed, played with my mobile, watched TV, texted my roommates and cooked up a fake story of a medical emergency to my parents back home, and told them that I would be back in 2 days.
At 6.30 PM, the nurse appeared with a young woman in tow.
“Hello, Sir, how are you doing? This is Amrita, Priyanka Ma’am’s daughter.”
I sat up on the bed. “Hi, I am Rohit.”
The young woman was dressed in a white blouse and blue skirt. She was carrying a backpack. She smiled at me.
“She came directly from college,” said the nurse. “She will help with your treatment as advised by Priyanka, Ma’am.”
Saying this, the nurse left the room. And Amrita closed the door and locked it from the inside.
She was a pretty girl, fair, with short hair, firm boobs, waxed arms and legs. There was no hair on either her arms or legs. The skirt she was wearing reached her mid-thigh. No hint of hair on her thighs either. They looked waxed.
She smiled at me and asked, “Can I sit?”
“Yes, of course.” I felt sorry I did not ask her to sit earlier.
She sat down on the bed, close to my waist. I was wearing a T-shirt and loose-fitted boxer shorts. Due to the swelling and the pain, I wore no underwear. Feeling awkward, I pulled up the bedsheet and covered myself up to the waist.
“Which year are you in?” I was curious.
“B.Sc. First-year,” she replied.
That means she is around 20 years old, I thought.
“Do you come here regularly?” I asked.
“Yes, every day.”
“Why?” I was very curious now.
“To help people like you. I mean, men like you.” She laughed.
I was shocked at her bold answer. My curiosity increased further. “You belong to such a good family. Your mother is such a senior and well-respected doctor. Why do you do this?” I asked.
She smiled and replied, “I will let you know later.”
“But still,” I was insistent. “You are so young, in college. Why do this?”
“How young do you think I am?” She leaned towards me as I reclined on the bed, my head resting on the pillow.
“Um…I think you are 19 or 20 years old.”
“So?” she smiled naughtily. “I have 32-inch boobs. My nipples are dark brown and can get hard to your touch. Do you want to touch them?”
I could not believe my ears! Such vulgar words from such a young woman – a stranger! I could not react. She saw my hesitation, leaned towards my face, took my right hand and placed it on her left boob.
And smiled wickedly. I immediately felt an electric shock run through her boob onto my hand, down my body to my dick. I was getting a mini hard-on.
“Don’t stare, do something. Press it,” she implored.
Hesitantly, I gave it a soft squeeze. Her tit was firm and tight. And soft. And plump. Neither too big nor too small. I ran my fingers all over her left tit. Her bra had underwiring, which pushed up her boobs and accentuated her cleavage.
I had now got a medium hard-on. My dick was half erect inside my shorts. She took my thumb and index finger and placed them on her left nipple. I could feel its hardness even through her blouse and bra.
“Squeeze it,” she demanded.
I pinched her nipple softly through the layers of clothing. She closed her eyes. Emboldened, I pinched harder. She let out a soft sigh.
“Do you want to see them?” she whispered.
“Huh?” I hesitated.
“My boobs. Dark brown nipples. Do you want to see them?”
I nodded yes. She unbuttoned her blouse with her right hand but did not take it off. Instead, she opened it up for me to see. I got a full hard-on with what I saw. Two firm, white, milky, round tits covered in white polka-dotted bra. With underwire.
And a deep, fleshy cleavage extending up to her throat. I tugged at the bedsheet to hide my full erection. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra with one hand in one swift motion. Then she smiled at me and pushed the straps from her shoulders to her arms.
The bra fell off her boobs like a ball rolled down a slope. Effortlessly.
Dark brown nipples! Standing erect! She was right.
“You are right,” I told her. I extended my arm to grab her boobs. This time, I gave it a hard squeeze. She squirmed. I grabbed both her boobs with both hands and squeezed harder. Those soft, plump juicy melons melted like butter under my touch.
I was now horny enough to take charge. No more encouragement was needed. I pinched her nipples together. They hardened further.
“Am I too young for you? Or old enough?” she asked naughtily.
“You are ripe enough,” I replied as I tried to sit up and suck her nipples.
Just then, her hand touched my dick through the bedsheet. She rolled her eyes and pulled down the bedsheet in one sudden motion. “What are you hiding here?” she exclaimed, grabbing my dick through my boxer shorts. “You look ripe and ready too.”
I was taken aback by this sudden turn of events and lay on the bed, resting my head on the pillow.
“No undies?” she asked mischievously.
“Um…no. I have this problem, so…” I stuttered.
“Oh yes, Mummy told me.” She immediately started pulling down my shorts. It had an elastic waistband, so pulling it down to my thighs was easy.
I was left completely exposed, with a massive erection and two swollen balls. She touched my balls with her fingers, and I felt the pain increase. Then she gently squeezed them.
She looked at my balls, gently cupped them with both her palms and said, “Mummy told me your Gulab Jamuns have become big. So big that they will burst one day if they are not emptied now.”
“Burst? Really?” I tried to sound normal even as the pain increased.
“What else? They have too much juice inside them. Before eating a Gulab Jamun, you squeeze out some of the juice, don’t you? Why? So that it does not burst under the pressure of your fingers.”
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the scenario she described. Just then, I felt her soft touch on my rock-hard dick.
“It is so stiff! So black! So strong! Why do you not take proper care of it?” she asked.
“I do.”
“You don’t. Don’t lie. That’s why your testicles have swollen up like tomatoes. When was the last time you emptied them?”
“I… I don’t remember.”
“Let me offer you a treatment you will always remember,” she said.
She reached into her backpack and took out a small jar of Vaseline. She dipped her fingers inside the jar and applied dollops of Vaseline on my cock. She then took out more Vaseline and applied it gently to my balls. Even though her touch was gentle and soft, I could feel the pain every time she rubbed my balls.
“Vaseline and oil are the best for massaging your cock and balls. Desi ghee is even better but feels greasy and uncomfortable in summer.” She was giving me advice like a mature expert.
“Remember to massage your balls from left to right and right to left. Never up and down. Understood?”
“Ok,” I replied feebly. I tried memorising while her soft hands scrubbed.
“Always sideways. Never vertically,” she repeated.
“How do you know so much?” I asked.
“I take my job seriously. You are not the only man I have helped in this hospital,” she said.
8.00 PM
30 minutes had gone by. I looked at my watch. It was 8.00 PM. For 30 minutes, Amrita had been slowly rubbing my dick with Vaseline. For 30 minutes, I felt I was in heaven before she spoke again.
“See how it is shining?” she pointed at my cock. Covered in layers of Vaseline, my cock was standing stiff like a pole and shining under the tube light.
“Now, I will pull the skin down as much as possible.” Saying this, she pulled the foreskin backwards and exposed the entire head of my dick.
“See, it’s so big! So red!” she pointed at the head of my cock. “Now, let’s pull it back up.”
The Vaseline made it easy for her to pull the entire foreskin down and then pull it up. She started slowly, then increased speed. And then faster. And faster.
I started grunting. A massive pressure built up inside my balls. It overtook the pain. I realised I was about to cum.
Sensing this, she quickly grabbed an empty glass on top of the bedside table. She held the glass with one hand under the tip of my cock.
“Turn sideways towards me,” she said.
I did as I was told. She removed her hand from my dick and inverted the glass over it. My body was turned sideways, my dick sticking out sideways, while she held the glass sideways over my dick.
“Now let go.” She held the glass over my dick with one hand and grabbed my balls with the other.
And squeezed. Hard. I cried out in pain and pleasure as my balls exploded. The first shot of my cum fired off my cock like a bullet, hitting the inside bottom of the glass with a loud ‘splotch.’
A tsunami followed as wave upon wave of my cum started shooting off, dumping lumps of semen inside the glass. She kept squeezing my balls till the last drop was released.
It was a profuse discharge. The glass was almost full. As I lay on the bed, spent and completely exhausted, she held up the glass before her face.
“My god! It’s almost full!” she dipped her finger inside the glass and picked up some white fluid. It was kept hanging from her finger like jelly.
“It’s so thick! So creamy!” she exclaimed in joy. Eyes gleaming, she put the juice-coated finger inside her mouth and closed her eyes.
“Mmm, it’s so sticky! And bitter!” she smiled and reached into her backpack. She took out a small tetra pack of Tropicana Pineapple juice.
“Pineapple juice. It cuts down the bitter taste of semen and makes it taste yummy.” She poured the entire pack into the glass and stirred the glass to mix the liquids.
I watched in amazement as she gulped down the whole glass of my semen mixed with Pineapple juice. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“What does it look like?” she retorted.
Then she looked at the empty glass, smacked her lips, and said, “Mummy says drinking semen boosts immunity, improves mood, increases the level of anti-depressants in the body. That is the reason I do this. Understood now?”
I could not believe the good doctor was giving such advice to her daughter. What a fucked-up family!
She kept the empty glass on the table, put on her bra, and buttoned up her blouse. Then she looked at me and said, “I have never tasted so much cum in 1 day. You fulfilled my week’s quota. It was like drinking a glassful of rich, creamy malai. What do you eat?”
“Not much,” I hesitated.
“Your juice is the thickest and stickiest that I have ever tasted. There must be a secret. Anyways, I will come again tomorrow. Bye.”
She left and closed the door behind her.
I wondered what might happen the next day. I had pre-booked admission for 2 days. And then I realised the pain in my balls was gone. The swelling was also gone.
I slept like a baby that night. I had not slept that well in the last 3 weeks. My dick was quiet, my balls were empty, and my mind was at peace.