Author's note: Long after I began writing this, I decided to check if anyone else had written a story and given it the very obvious parody name of "Saving Ryan's Privates". To my horror, I inadvertently discovered there was a gay male porn film using that title. Let me assure you, the reader, if you were hoping for a tongue in cheek incest story between siblings and such, you found it. There is absolutely no gay male action in this one. Just wanted to be clear on that. I considered changing the name but it fits so perfectly with the story that I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Also, while there is a tongue in cheek aspect to this tale, it's really more of a relationship drama with a lot of sex. And please forgive me if some of the medical stuff seems downright implausible. Of course it does. We're here for the entertainment, not to pass a college course. Enjoy!
§ Prologue
My eighteenth birthday was memorable if nothing else. I went to a concert with a buddy of mine on a warm spring night at an outdoor venue. The band was phenomenal. The show was spectacular.
The air was thick with smoke from hundreds of lit joints and some guy was in such a good mood, he was offering cups of beer to anyone willing to partake.
To top it off, standing next to us in the crowd for most of the first half of the show were a couple of young hotties as much into the experience as my buddy and I.
They clearly weren't there with anyone, so naturally the four of us connected, belting out lyrics, performing well-known gestures made up by fans to various songs, and pairing off to dance when the power ballads were played.
Before the show was over, the girl I connected with, whose name I never actually got, had her tongue halfway down my throat several times. After the final encore was over, the four of us left together. My buddy and his partner ended up at his car. My partner and I ended up at hers.
I lost my virginity that night. She seemed to be on a mission, and I lasted much longer than I imagined I would since I had virtually no physical experience with the opposite sex.
She was all smiles afterward. I think she had at least two orgasms, so I guess I did okay, but when it was over, she kissed me goodbye and I never saw her again.
§ 1
A week later, my stepmom, Melanie, rushes me to the hospital because of how much pain I'm in. It feels like my testicles are going to explode. They're swollen for sure, and I have a difficult time riding in the car on the way, so I have to lay down in the back seat to keep from sitting on them.
Thankfully our wait is short. Someone leads us to a room where I'm instructed to remove my jeans and unders. Mel comes in a few minutes later after I get the hospital gown on and am tucked under the covers.
After a brief examination and a blood draw, they give me some pain medication while we wait for the tests to come back. When they do, the doctor comes in and advises us that he's pretty sure he knows what the problem is, but would like to conduct one more test to be sure.
For this, he asks my stepmom to leave the room before calling in a female nurse. They have a brief, whispered discussion, to which I see her nod her head a few times. Then he turns back to me.
"Well Ryan, since you're of legal age and because of the test results, I thought it would be better to talk to you alone."
"I'm not dying, am I?" I ask nervously.
"No, of course not. At least not today." He chuckles. "Have you been sexually active recently?"
"Uhm... yeah. Last weekend."
He nods, expecting my answer. "Did you by chance use any type of enhancement drugs?"
"What? You mean like, Viagra or something?" I ask.
"Or even something that can't be obtained with a prescription," he suggests.
"No," I answer honestly. "I didn't take anything."
"Is it possible someone slipped you something without you knowing it?"
I thought about the beers the guy was handing out at the concert. I suppose he could have put something in them. I also remember asking that girl to hold my drink a few times when I took some pics of the band with my phone.
Then something clicked in my brain. I didn't get off right away when she and I had sex. In fact, I lasted way beyond what I expected to.
"It's possible the girl I was with gave me something," I admit. "Why?"
"Well, there are traces of a drug in your system that likely triggered your current condition and it isn't something you would have encountered accidentally," he explains.
"So some girl drugged me and a week later my testicles are twice their normal size because of it? You don't need to cut them off, do you?" I ask in a panic.
"No, no. I don't think that's going to be necessary, but I'd like to conduct that test I mentioned before giving my final diagnosis."
"Okay. I'm ready." I take a deep breath. "Is it going to hurt?" I ask apprehensively.
"Not likely," he postulates. "Probably the opposite. I suspect you'll actually feel much better after the procedure is over."
I breathe a sigh of relief. "Let's get started then. It's killing me despite the pain meds you gave me."
"Fair enough. Giselle here will be administering the procedure and will inform me when she's finished. Then once you're ready, we'll talk again," the doctor advises me before leaving the room.
§ 2
Nurse Giselle gives me a reassuring smile as she locks both doors and moves a chair over next to the bed. Then after washing her hands, she grabs a pair of purple surgical gloves and pulls them on. Snap! Snap!
"I like the sound of that," she laughs, sitting down in the chair. "So Ryan, I bet you're wondering what this procedure is."
"Yeah, I am."
She looks at me appraisingly, then drops the bomb. "It's my job to make you ejaculate."
My jaw drops, but before I can say anything, she continues.
"Normally, we'd just have you take care of that yourself, but considering the circumstances, you may end up causing additional harm. Plus, I need to be in the room in case there are complications, and I suspect you might have trouble achieving the goal with an audience. So I'm going to take care of it for you." She smirks, confident in her ability to succeed at her task.
Speechless, with my brain frozen in shock, my hormones decide to take over and handle the assessment of the situation.
Nurse Giselle appears to be around thirty-five years old and is definitely pretty. She probably wouldn't win any contests, but with her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her sparkling blue eyes and winning smile, she might make the top ten.
Seemingly of their own volition, my eyes follow her graceful neck down to her breasts. Though hidden inside her scrubs, I can tell her breasts aren't huge, but they're not small. They seem just the right size for her trim five and a half foot frame.
"Do I meet your approval?" she asks with an amused look.
"Uhm... sorry," I reply, my eyes snapping back up to her face.
"That's okay," she smiles, unconcerned. "So... whaddya think?" She gestures at herself.
