Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2009 11:44:28 -0400
From: Jared O'Toole <brycesdadd@gmail.com>
Subject: Bryce's Physical Exam -- Ball Control

At the time that Pat (Dr. Kelly) had placed the testicular exam procedure in
my good hands, I did not realize the power that  he had given to me.  Of
course, any male will tell you the power when you control a guy's balls.
Those delicate little orbs located tantalizingly outside of the body,
dangling in a delicate sack in many ways are the center of the male
universe.  They represent almost complete pleasure and can also represent
enormous pain.  Tied in as closely as they are with the penis, they
represent a package of control either pleasurable control or painful
control.

The testicular examination is ostensibly about assuring that there are no
tumors, growths or other unwelcome maladies that, left undiagnosed and
untreated, can cause irreparable harm to a boy.  Even though any boy with a
hand is more than capable of performing the examination on himself, due to a
lack of maturity, understanding and innate belief in their own
indestructibility,  boys simply don't bother.  And let's face it, should
they feel something not right,  that does not mean they will tell anybody.
So, it is quite understandable that a pediatrician who knows boys better
than the boys themselves would want to place this delicate responsibility
into the more capable hands of an adult.  At Bryce's physical, Pat had shown
me briefly how to examine the orbs.  It seemed pretty routine and certainly
one I was familiar having checked myself regularly since a young teen albeit
perhaps not as carefully or as frequently as I should.  That's why Pat's
"First Saturday of the Month Club" was a clever way of getting us in the
habit of systematically performing this examination every month on a given
day.

Bryce had his initial physical with Dr. Kelly in June and five days later
Pat performed his circumcision leaving the boy, while not in agony,
certainly with one angry red little soldier that we tended to over the next
ten days with meds and a liberal coating of petroleum jelly to isolate the
skin from possible infection.  That being the case and the fact that at
Pat's suggestion we left Bryce naked from the waist down while in the house
to avoid unnecessary friction, I did not start Bryce in the First Saturday
club in July, waiting till the first Saturday of August to launch the
monthly inspection.

The night before, as he was getting ready for bed, I told Bryce that
tomorrow morning we were going to start the First Saturday checks and that I
would come in to his bathroom while he was showering.  "Oh, cmon Dad!  I
don't want you doing that to me!"

Of course not, what boy would?  But it was an important check to perform and
one that he would get use to and accepting over time.  In any event, it was
not something open to argument.  I was learning that perhaps because of
undue sensitivity to the boy losing first his paternal father and then his
mother that I had been way to easy as a parent, not enforcing more rules and
placing limits on him which allowed him to have this very strong independent
streak and a sense of entitlement to privacy from me.  His loud
protestations about the testicular examination was merely a reflection of
this belief that his body was his own domain --a belief I believed shattered
by Pat's nearly two-hour detailed physical examination and the subsequent
circumcision.  After all, it was elective surgery and it was I that elected
that he have it.  His protests leading up to the surgery was merely a vocal
exercise.  I had to admit that making him submit to this procedure left me
with an overpowering sense of control --total control.  And, I think that
control did not escape Bryce's young 13 year old mind.  Whereas prior to
having his physical with Pat in June, I had never seen him naked, now I had
not only seen him naked for the examination, but I also saw him ejaculate
and under the careful manual manipulations by Pat was able to closely
observe his auto erotic responses from the facial distortions to his almost
coital response in the back and forth undulations on his hips as Pat picked
up the pace and brought him to orgasm.  He protested then of course.  But as
Pat got the rhythm going his protestations and pleadings deteriorated into
moans and grunts of uncontrolled responses as the pleasure of the careful
stroking of his then uncut penis was controlled for the first time not by
himself but by another.  He begged me to tell Dr. Kelly to stop seeming to
forget for the moment that he had protested me being in the room...but I
just told him to let Dr. Kelly finish his procedure and sat back and
absorbed my stepson's self indulgent surrender to the stimulation of his
genitals.

Just as then his protests now were to no avail.  The testicular examination
was going to be performed by me as prescribed by his doctor on the fist
Saturday of every month.

On Saturday morning, I heard the the toilet flush and then the water turn on
in his shower about 9am.  Bryce liked to sleep in like any young teen but
summers were busy time for him and especially now in early August as his
summer baseball league was winding down and Fall soccer practice was
beginning.  Between practices and games, I was spending almost full time as
his chauffeur.  Upon hearing the shower being turned on I put down my
morning paper and coffee and went upstairs to his room.  He had not made his
bed yet but he would before he came downstairs.  I looked over at the floor
near his bed and lo-and-behold there lying on the floor was a wadded up
tissue.  Ahh...such innocence.  I was never  that dumb growing up to leave
my cum soaked tissues on the floor like that.  I had brothers who would have
mercilessly teased me had I been so careless.  Bryce has no siblings and has
always had almost territorial control of his bedroom.  At least till now.  I
picked up the spent issue, felt the cool moist dampness and smell that
unmistakeable aroma of freshly deposited semen and smiled.  Here we were
concerned that he was not developing as fast as he ought to be.  Maybe his
gonads were still a bit small and firm, his penis not up to competitive
standards and his pubic bush more like a work in early progress....but
clearly the boy knew the pleasures of masturbation.  Perhaps it was the rude
introduction by Dr. Kelly when he made Bryce stand and face me while he
stroked him to orgasm.  I had not done any bedside investigation up to that
point to know if Bryce was maturbating and how often.  But, now I had the
evidence in hand....and useful information also.  After all, unlike his
noisy orgasm at the hands of Dr. Kelly, this was performed in the privacy of
his bedroom behind closed doors.  Bryce was undoubtedly comfortable in the
belief that his secret was safe.  I put the moist tissue back down on his
bedroom floor and proceeded to go into his bathroom only to find his door
locked.  That irritated me.  Afterall, there are only the two of us living
in the house so if he feels a need to lock his bathroom door, who is he
trying to keep out?  Of course, all it takes is shoving a thin stick in the
center hole to unlock the door.  I moved to his desk and undid a Bic pen,
yanking out the narrow plastic ink cartridge and with a definitive insertion
popped the lock and walked in on my boy.

Almost done Bryce?  as I peeled the shower curtain back a tad to see the
sheen of his wet skin.  "Dad!  Get out!!!"  Now Bryce, let's stop this
nonsense.  I told you that we were going to start the First Saturday checks
today since you are now enrolled in Dr. Kelly's club and by the way, I am
not going to tell you again to not lock your doors.  If I catch you locking
either your bedroom or bathroom doors one more time I will simply take them
off the hinges and you can live without doors.  Now, hurry up and finish
rinsing off so I can do the check.  We have a busy day ahead.

Bryce had very interesting color contrasts on his body.  The most dramatic
was the alabaster white of his lower trunk.  The skin is so white that it
has a faint pink tinge from the blood vessels just below the surface and
every so often there is a pink mark or splotch left behind by merely the
slightest of contact with almost anything.  Perhaps because he just turned
13, his skin is still very very delicate.  But, because he is active in
outdoor sports in the summer --baseball and soccer-- he has very tanned
extremeties.  But even here, there are gradients.  For example, his arms
have more of a tan than his chest.  His neck is a very dark tan and the back
of his neck is almost reg-tinged.  His legs seem to get darker the lower you
travel away from his groin till you get to his shins where the cover from
the soccer shin guards have protected them from dark tanning.  And then
there is his almost racoon like face, tanned but with white splotches caused
by my insistence he put zinc-oxide on his nose and below the eyes.  The
bottom of his feet, especially in the wam shower are a shocking pink.  But
the thing that really stands out is the sharp contrasting white of his tight
butt.  Added to that is the contrasting between his white skin of his pubic
area and his rosy pink penis and scrotum nestled just below a sparse but
growing pubic bush.  His chest and back are a nice bronze glow due to his
swimming in the pool and reclining on the chaise in the sun while listening
to his Ipod.  Lots of different colors that help to define a boy's fine
athletically honed body.

He shut the water off.  The bathroom was now swarthed in a warm foggy mist.
He reached his arm out from behind the curtain looking to grab his towel.  I
got to the towel first, however and spread it on the floor.  Standing there,
I had also decided to replace his opague shower curtain with a clear plastic
one.  If he was going to still insist of privacy I was going to minimize its
availability.
Just step out son, it is better we do this before you dry off.  "Oh Dad!  do
I have to?"

Hearing that I pulled the curtain back leaving him no reason to remain in
the shower.  He stepped out on to his towel, his short hair laying flat down
on his head in a somewhat Romanesque David look. The summer had been good to
him.  Always lean, his muscles were showing nice definition on his lower
legs, biceps and his shoulders were looking broader.  I was thinking the
next time we went over to Pat's I was going to have him weigh Bryce again.
He looked like he put on weight and my bathroom scale in my bathroom never
seems to be accurate...always adding illusory poundage.

"Ok Bryce....here's the drill."  I reached into his medicine cabinet and
grabbed the bottle of Baby oil I had purchased.  The beauty of baby oil,
besides being super slick is that it has a very strong, pronounced fragrance
that you would not otherwise smell.  It has an odor all to its own.  This I
thought very beneficial because Bryce would soon learn to associate the
distinct baby oil fragrance with the embarassing monthly exams.  I started
to liberally coat both of my hands with the greasy oil allowing the room to
soak up the scent.  "Stand on the towel, lift your right leg and put it on
the bathtub ledge and hold on to the sink so you don't lose your balance.
Slowly, Bryce complied.  I nudged his left leg a bit further away while
holding him by his chest so that he had a nice wide stance.  This allowed
his scrotum to hang freely.  It is really amazing how effective a hot shower
is on a boy's tight scrotum.  During the physical, Bryce's scrotum was
coiled tight to his body.  You could see the tight ridges and when Pat
lifted his penis, his balls were tightly constrained up against the root of
his cock.  Now, while there wasn't much hanging, his scrotum was smooth and
in this awkward position, you could easily delineate the curvature of each
of his testicles.  His left hanging slightly higher than his right.
To add to his participation, I told Bryce to hold his dick up against his
tummy.  He didn't really need to do this.  It isn't like he has a firehose.
In fact, in its most flaccid state as it was now, Bryce's penis was barely 2
inches.  But having him participate in the surrendering of his modesty was a
good thing.  I added a bit more baby oil to my right hand and then started
to slowly apply it to his scrotum.  I noticed  that as I did this his toes
started to curl.  I am not sure if that was a pleasurable response or one of
embarrassment.

After I had his genitals, and a portion of his penis glistening with oil, I
took my thumb and forefinger, grasped his sack and gentily captured his
right testicle pulling it against the lower part of his scrotum.  Then I
started to slowly move my fingers around the orb.  As I did this, Bryce's
body was kind of nervously undulating and I could hear a faint audible grunt
from him, not one that you would associate with pain or discomfort but more
of a satisfying tonal response.  As I smoothed my fingers around his right
testicle I came upon the epididymis which is that spaghetti-like structure.
Upon touching this Bryce noticeably winced and slightly pulled back as it is
highly sensitive any touch.  "What's that" he said in a very low almost
raspy tone.  I said to him:  This?  placing my fingernail a bit more
uncomfortably on it is called your Epididymis...epy for short.  Your epy is
very sensitive and also very revealing.  "How's that?"  he asked as it kind
of pulled his torso a bit further away from me as my fingernails continued
its insinuation into this delicate appendage to his right testicle....
Well, it tells me that you masturbated within the last hour or so.  That got
his attention!  "How does it tell you that?"  Well, I said, the little
tubules that I am pressing my fingernail against --and I pressed just a tad
more causing him to now grown, wince in pain and pull his butt further
back--I can feel that they are empty.  So, unless you had intercourse, you
drained them by whacking off.  Am I right Bryce?  As I said that, I gave his
epy a bit more pressure and he said:  "OW!  yes!, let go!!"  I then said to
him:  "In experienced fingers, I can feel your epy and tell when you are
lying...a bit of a built in lie-detector."
Bryce, now grateful that I eased up on the pressure but still standing legs
astride with my fingers on his epy said:  "uhhh..how's that?"  I let go of
his scrotum for a second and said:  I can't tell you all the secrets.  Just
remember the next time you try to lie to me that I know a procedure that
will let me know...."

I then added abit more baby oil on to my fingers and reached for his left
testicle.  The oil was now running down the inner thighs of his legs.  I
slowly felt around his left orb which felt smaller than his right but Pat
had said they were both 8ml which he measured by using an orchidometer
during his physical. The scrotual sac is incredibly soft on its own, but
soaked in baby oil, it feels extremely tender...almost beyond description.
By now, Bryce was squirming quite a bit more and his upper body was flushing
a rosy color.  I then told him to that he could let go of his dick and place
his foot back on the floor.  In a normal standing position, I then checked
his penis, slightly pulling it away from his body stretching it to about 3
and a half inches and then ran by still greasy hands over the member.  He
shuddered, pulled his torso back away but not too far since his cock was now
stretched out taught.  "Hold still son:" as I carefully ran my fingers over
his shaft watching it quickly inflate and the veins in his cock go from a
purple presence under the skin to a a pronouncd dimensional feature.
Following that, I ran my finger over his glans watching his body violently
react as he almost spastically shook his body.  Any pain?  "No" he
squeaked.  Your circumcision has healed nicely.  And your responses to the
exam are excellent.   Everything seems in order. You can finish drying off
now.  He started to step back into the shower and I stopped him.  "Where are
you going Bryce?  "I want to wash off the baby oil."  Well, I didn't want
him to wash it off.  I wanted him to feel the slickness and smell that
unmistakeable scent as he relived his first First Saturday exam.  No need
son, the oil is good for your skin.  Just get dressed, make your bed and
come down for breakfast.  Oh ...son, we will need to have a convo about how
often you masturbate.  We can't have a telented athlete like you draining
yourself of your energy....

Bryce smelled baby fresh the better part of that day and I am sure he had
lots to think about as he looked forward to the First Saturday in September.