Gullible-Soft-8628:
Dec 18, 2022

Lower back pain related to PVPS? Same side as my bad ball with epididymis inflamed with fluid .. every so often I get lower back and abdomen pain. Is it related or do I just suck?

I had same thing, very related. I recommend NO Vasectomy, and get a reversal ASAP. I am 3+ months post reversal, 95% relief from pain, 100% relief from brain fog and low drive issues.
https://www.reddit.com/postvasectomypain/comments/yvgw6x/lower_back_pain_related_to_pvps/j0sb6f1/
I recommend a reversal ASAP. Dr Hickman recommended minimum of 6 month wait. Heavy, congested feeling, orgasms were pitiful, brain fog, low back pain. Had a reversal September, as of Dec 18, 95% pain relief and feel continuing improvement. Brain fog gone, orgasms back to normal, drive is good again. I recommend Dr Hickman from New Braunfels TX. Professional and economical, $3200 versus the 8 to 10k that most of the others will charge
https://www.reddit.com/postvasectomypain/comments/znmezh/how_long_would_you_wait_post_vasectomy_to/j0sc7wz/
Another testimony... I suffered 6 months until i got the reversal. I am 3+ months post-reversal. Thank God I am Almost 100% pain-free, much better frame of mind, back to jogging, cycling, and hiking with my family. I know this isn't the cure for everyone, but it would definitely be my first choice.
Be prepared for roller-coaster healing process though, the first 2 months post reversal were rough, up and down, but its leveled out big time.
Don't give up hope, there's better days ahead
https://www.reddit.com/postvasectomypain/comments/zfad7z/deleted_by_usej0sdbb1/
Highly recommend a reversal asap if you're having pvps, its the best chance to get back to original. Vasectomy is a disaster, don't do it, its not worth the risk
https://www.reddit.com/queensland/comments/zlfdg9/metrocentre_vasectomy_redoreversal_for_pvps/j0ws43
Back to jogging, lifting, playing with my children, etc.
https://www.reddit.com/queensland/comments/zlfdg9/metrocentre_vasectomy_redoreversal_for_pvps/j0wsg91/
I second the recommendation to NOT perform surgery on genitals... too many nerve endings down there
https://www.reddit.com/postvasectomypain/comments/vccbzq/pvps_for_years_now_and_still_pain_post_reversal/j0wu2q6/
Maybe some can handle the pvps better than I could, it was devastating. Not many people write back in on blogs like this after-the-fact, you just happy to get beyond. Life can get back to normal. Its condoms and all that again, but 1000 x rather this than live with depression, pain, and a 10lb weight between my legs. A reversal was a lot of ups and downs the first 2 months for me, but thank God I'm living pain free and feeling terrific at 3 months post... If you need to wait a while, hang in there, better days ahead!
https://www.reddit.com/postvasectomypain/comments/znmezh/how_long_would_you_wait_post_vasectomy_to/j11lxud/
I can post a positive. Had pvps kick in at 2 months. I hung on doing exercises, antibiotics, everything 'conservative' in the books with no success. Had a reversal at 6 months, September 2022, am feeling 100% better. I know its not 100% for everyone, but its the best bet, get things back to as 'original' as possible. Lots of ups and downs the first 2 to 3 months post reversal, but never as bad as the pvps
https://www.reddit.com/postvasectomypain/comments/zep1fx/did_a_reversal_make_your_pain_worse/j11n86s/
Real results are closer 1 in 20 will suffer pvps. I had a reversal 6 months later... 6 months of sheer misery. If you are the 1, it will ruin your life. Look up the pvps blogs on reddit, PVPS is VERY UNDERRATED. But then again 19 out of 20 get away with it and are super happy. your choice, but most vasectomy doctors won't tell you the real risks
https://www.reddit.com/Vasectomy/comments/zkmcxu/have_consult_scheduled_this_week_but_pvps_odds_of/j11p6i3/
Dr Marks has good referrals. Dr Hickman in New Braunfels Texas did my reversal, very happy with his work. 3+ months post reversal and pretty much back to normal, thank God.
Dont figure on pvps going away on its own, never heard of it getting better by itself. But maybe there are some who don't write about it
https://www.reddit.com/postvasectomypain/comments/yonicu/does_anyone_have_pvps_like_this/j11q2qe/
Pvps pain was bottom of testicles radiating up in to abdomen. Days of laying in bed, couldn't walk at times, heavy, congested feeling, lots of brain fog and depression.
Reversal pain was Swelling, bruising, like the inside of the whole scrotum was sore when i moved. That pain took a month to leave. Then i had the heavy congested feelings from time to time, but less each time and further apart. Almost like the congested epididymus took time to empty out?? I don't know. I'm still tender at 3.5 months, had 3 long days on the road this past week and today i had to take ibuprofen to keep going. But this is the first pain in weeks, the trend is definitly going right at this point... still praying for 100% healing but much better than pre-reversal. But i'm just one story... wish you the best
https://www.reddit.com/postvasectomypain/comments/zep1fx/did_a_reversal_make_your_pain_worse/j1f5xxa/
Metadata:
ID: 3868d1b7
Name: Gullible-Soft-8628
Vasectomy Date: 2022-03
Source: reddit
Posted: 2022-12-18
Location: USA
Storycodes: LTP,SGR,LL,OTR,DC,PYH
Reversal Date: 2022-09
Months: 8
Resolved: Yes

I had an ultrasound yesterday morning. I can feel a lump on the top of my right ball. The doctor felt it, and estimated a size of about 15-20mm. It feels like the top of my ball is ‘extended’, completely painless. When I went for the ultrasound, the tech gave me the impression that he couldn’t find anything, constantly getting me to show him the location. Then he said there was some, harmless, calcification on the inside of the scrotum and on the testicle. This doesn’t sit right with what I can feel. I will raise this with my doctor, but in the meantime, I was wondering if anyone had any insights, or similar? Thanks

19M with no other current medical issues or medications. However, when I was around 13 I had a successful Orchiopexy to bring down my left testicle. The left testicle still sits much higher than my right after the surgery.
Ever since the surgery, every once in a while, I get a very very dull minor ache in my right testicle (the one that didn't require the orchiopexy) that I'm suspecting is chronic epididymitis. It can't even really be described as pain; it's more like a super slight soreness located like right on the right testicle inside the scrotum or even maybe justtt above. I've noticed that it happens mostly after sexual activity or masturbation, so I thought it was my testicle creating sperm since it happens on the one that has been healthy my whole life, but it also can happen a day or so after sexual activity so maybe not. Or, maybe it could be due to my right testicle sitting lower than my left, so it's more prone to be hit around. However, I'm not completely sure.
Lately though, the ache/feeling has gotten just maybe 10% worse where I started to think about it. Before, I just brushed it off since it was barely even noticeable. Now, however, it's still not even painful, just uncomfortable, which is making me get stuck in a thought loop of just thinking about it which probably makes it worse.
They don't hurt to touch (at least it's the same as the left one), and I don't feel any lumps or anything. The feeling mostly comes when I'm sitting or, weirdly enough, when my phone is in my right pocket (near the right testicle), but goes away when I move it to the left pocket or back pockets(possibly placebo?) It also has been like this for at least the last few years and the pain hasn't worsened or gone away; it's stayed basically completely the same. I'm going to the doctor in about 10 days to get it checked out, but I just want to make sure my symptoms match up with those suffering of chronic epididymitis.

I'm having LF my penis is so soft all the time even when errected it's filled with blood but i can't feel rigidy, sometimes I regain some rigidity but most of the time the bc muscle is taking over because my Ic is over stretched from jelqing injury therefore creating a rubbery soft penis where you feel only tissue and blood just like a skin ballon filled with water, also another indicator is my unstable penis base, Ic is responsible for base stabilty, also sometimes I can't feel myself havin an errection, because of the lack of the contracttion from ic,until know I come to understand my problem.
One thing i discovered is that your ic works even when you penis is flaccid
2nd reverse kegel got me back again with the sensation, now I'm able to feel that I have a penis inside my pants at least.
Now I just need to train my ic, I trained it once and I woke up that night with unbelievable rock hard errection that I had to pee and get it down, I was so happy about that but I'm not sure about that excerice because I did so many at the time
3rd I think it's 100% my pelvic floor since there is no injury and I can have errections, weak but possible, WHAT SCARS ME THE MOST IS THE UNSTABLE PENIS BASE, PENIS BEND TO THE RIGHT ALL THE TIME AND SEEM TO NOT TOUCH THE SCROTUM WHEN RELAXED AND SOFT BIG FLACCID (LIKE THEY ARE FILLED WITH AIR)

I am a 32M, living in Malaysia and all this happened just this year after recovering from a cold that lasted longer than usual (it wasn't Covid, I tested several times and came back negative). Suddenly, I just don't feel as healthy or good as I used to compared to last year and I am very worried I might have something serious. I also still workout semi regularly, at least 2 - 3 times a week based on my current work schedule.
My symptoms have included:

• Fatigue
• Bloating in my abdomen with alot of gas (have belching and flatulence)
• Discomfort in the abdomen and chest area
• Very brief flash of pains that appear around the general chest area
• Similar occasional flashes of pain on my left side: upper arm, neck, shoulder but don't happen as often
• Sometimes feel this weird weakness in my left arm but it also doesn't happen that often
• Heart palpitations where I can feel my heart beating and goes fast but I don't know if it's arrythmia
• Weird discomfort and some heaviness in the head (above around eyes) that appears mostly in the evening and night (sometimes headaches that I can only feel when I shake my head)
• Also similar to the brief flash of pains in my chest area, I also sometimes feel the same pains on my head, it always scares me but they do feel more closer to the surface of my head rather than inside or at least how I feel them.

The weird thing is, there are times when I feel completely fine and normal and then these symptoms will suddenly show up. I do have sinusitis cause I apparently was born with nasal turbinates that expand bigger than usual (I am addressing this and am looking into getting a Cpap machine to help with my mild sleep apnea).
Medications I am taking:

• Dymista nasal spray for my sinus issues (for my sinus problems)
• Semi daily nasal flushes with saline solution
• Rabotide for my GERD issue
• A bunch of supplements (Omega-3, Vitamin D, C, Magnesium)
• Sometimes when I can't relax or my anxiety is really bad, I'll take something like Melatonin

Doctors and specialists I've seen about these:

• At least 5 GPs (All said I either had some form of GERD or IBS or anxiety after taking my ECGs, took the medications they suggested for the GERD/IBS but still feel the same)
• 2 Cardiologists (did 2 Echocardiograms, ECGs, 1 stress test, 1 chest x-ray, which all showed normal. Did 1 blood test which showed that I was mostly normal other than some indication of mild fatty liver and cholesterol that is on the higher side but not in the danger levels which I was told to just control my diet which I have ever since)
• 1 Pulmonologist (did lung function and FeNo tests and diagnosed me with asthma at first but after the treatment and it improving said I probably had bronchitis but still doesn't explain my other symptoms)
• Been to the ER at least 5 times (got ECG taken and showed normal, sent home for panic attack)

I'm going for a ultrasound scan for my upper and lower abdomen (minus the stomach), thyroid, prostate and scrotum tomorrow. Hopefully they'll find something that explains it but I am expecting the scans will come back normal and I will just keep looking and paying for another specialist or doctor that can help answer this.
I am seeing a therapist too because this whole thing has pushed me to feel constant stress and anxiety to the point where I am afraid of being alone because I am afraid of suddenly dying and having no one around to help me.
I'm a bit at the end of my rope here, I have to wait till the next month to see any more doctors because I am running low on funds and have to wait for my next paycheck to get in. Putting aside the fact that it could be just health anxiety, which I am aware I could have (I have also heard about the condition where being in constant stress and anxiety will heighten your nerve system and make you aware of every little thing in your body than usual) , anyone here can help me try and narrow down what I may have?? I am really afraid if it's a heart or brain condition the most or cancer. Thanks to anyone who can help.

I had messed around with someone before and gotten close to losing my virginity but it never actually went inside but recently i actually did lose my virginity. The very next day I was at work and went to the bathroom when I realized that my scrotum was itchy and when I looked all the skin was flaky. I washed it as soon as I got home. 2 days later and it hasn’t been that bad since but I still have slightly flaky skin under my penis and now a rash on the side. I really hope I don’t have an std but I don’t know cause this started the very next day. (Both the girl I messed around with and the one I lost my virginity to were virgins but no protection was used)

Kinda just found this bump on the side of my scrotum. It looks wartish to me but also kinda like an ingrown hair. I tried picking it (bad idea I know) and a solid portion of blood came out. But couldn’t really find a hair inside. Any insight is appreciated

On Wednesday afternoon, as I walked back to the English department building from The Corner Cafe’ with Neil’s coffee, I mentally went through the various steps I had read on-line about how to curtsy. I planned to practice later in my office as well as that evening after Brooke and Luke went to sleep. Brooke had given me a new pair white lace fashion tights that morning that I wore under my khakis. The nylon and lace combination against my skin made me feel especially submissive. And I was still wearing the damned choker for the third day in row.
I decided that women’s tights were not designed for long walks; I had to keep pulling them up and adjusting them as I walked (as inconspicuously as possible).
Neil’s door was open when I walked up. I looked around the hall to see if anyone saw me bringing in the coffee (not that they would know it wasn’t mine, although I was not known to be a big coffee drinker — I tended to favor tea or even Diet Coke for my caffeine).
“Hey, pal.”
“Hi, Neil. Here’s your coffee. I also got you a blueberry muffin. I figured you’re not an a diet, so I thought you might enjoy it.”
“Thanks. Muffins are full of carbs and empty calories. But I did swim laps for an hour this morning, so I guess it’s okay. You didn’t have one, too, did you?”
“Are you kidding? I had an apple.”
In fact, I ate my apple sitting across the table from Brooke as she enjoyed the toasted everything bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon I had prepared for her, my stomach growling. I wondered if Neil would offer to repay me for the coffee and muffin. He didn’t, that day or in the future, which surprised me. I continue to genuinely like Neil, although many things about him have turned out to surprise me. Perhaps he thought that not paying me back was all part of enhancing my knowledge of masochism or something.
“Good man. Well, we should probably close the door so you can get started.”
I closed the door. His office wasn’t very large so there was only a small area next to his desk chair for me to work.
“What if someone just comes in?,” I said.
“Everyone always knocks when the door is closed, especially when the light is on. But even if someone did, it’s not like you’re giving me a blowjob.” He laughed. “It’s just a foot massage, no big deal.”
Objectively that was true, I suppose, but I felt that was easy for him to say, as the recipient of the massage. Foot massages were happening in nail salons, spas and massage parlors throughout the country at that very moment, without any suggestion of impropriety or anything sexual. Still, at least to a masochist like me, there was just something so fundamentally submissive about the act of kneeling in front someone and massaging the lowest part of their body. Call it the dirty mind of a masochist, I guess.
And sure enough, as I got down on my knees in front of my colleague, my cock began to throb in its cage. At times such as this, I was actually grateful to be locked up. I looked up at Neil, waiting for him to take off his brown, leather shoes (Rockports, I believe). But, as he made no move to do so – I guess Luke had conditioned him to expect the full service treatment from me – I untied his laces and removed his shoes. Meanwhile, he munched on his muffin. More stomach growls of envy from me.
“Would you like me to do the massage with your socks on or off?”
“Oh, definitely off. Just the way you did it at your place.”
I removed his socks and began doing some warm-up twists, and then rubbing the arch of his right foot. While Neil’s feet did not have the chiseled appearance of Luke’s, they were not unattractive for male feet – although they definitely could use some moisturizer. I made a mental note to bring some with me next week (as much for my own comfort as his).
“Man, that feels good.” he sighed contentedly. “Three back-to-back classes are killer.”
Neil and l actually had a pleasant conversation as I worked on his feet. We spent some time discussing my book. For my chapter covering 19th and 20th century fiction, I wanted his insight on Patrick Hamilton’s novel, Hangover Square, which, while not overtly about cuckolding, was certainly about a serious male masochist. Hamilton’s protagonist essentially becomes a simp to a manipulative failed actress who he is in love with and her fascist boyfriend. Suffering from dissociative identity disorder (and alcoholism), he eventually goes on a murderous rampage against his tormentors.
Some readers of my tale may either needlessly worry, or foolishly wish, that I will go on a murderous rampage against Luke and/or Brooke. That, of course, is beyond preposterous. First, I am not mentally ill. Second, I love Brooke and, but for erotic and obsessive love, I know that she loves me. Third, the relationship I have entered into with Luke and Brooke is one I pledged to do as a condition of marrying Brooke and keeping her in my life. I did it with full free will; I stay in it with full free will. Fourth, I have enough self awareness to know that another reason that I stay in the relationship is because it satisfies some deep masochistic need in me. Brooke saw this need in me before I saw it myself (I’ve always known that she is far smarter than I). Some no doubt believe I am totally devoid of self respect and despise me for my passivity, for not taking dramatic steps to end my subjugation. I would counter that someone who resorts to violence is far more pathetic and lacking in self respect than I.
Paul and Anna are a somewhat different story, as there is an element of coercion involved. But violence as a remedy is still unthinkable to me. And I have to admit that, like Brooke, I too have been caught up in “the game.” My brain is my biggest sexual organ by far (it doesn’t have much competition, admittedly), and I’m excited (both sexually and intellectually) to see how far they will take things. You probably have to be a masochist to understand...
To those readers who are sincerely worried about me and my mental health, I say: thank you, I genuinely appreciate your concern. One never knows for sure, but I think that I’ll be okay. To those handful of judgmental readers who loathe me because I’m not doing what they believe they would do in similar circumstances, who despise me because I don’t conform to their oversimplified concept of manhood – you know who you are – by forcefully taking matters into my own hands in some dramatic manner, I say: get over yourselves. I am not you; I’m me. And I’m probably more of a man than many of you are even when I’m dressed in a garter belt, stockings and a maid’s cap, trying ineptly to curtsy to my superiors. But I digress.
Neil and I also discussed his upcoming tenure process. I assured him that he would have my full support in the consultation and subsequent letter of recommendation. I had just wrapped up his 45-minute massage with gentle squeezes to the tips of each of his toes and was about to put his socks and shoes back on his feet when there was a knock on the door. I quickly stood up and stepped to the other side of Neil’s desk.
“Come in,” said Neil.
The door opened and Paul Betz walked in. Neil’s feet were under his desk, but his shoes and socks were lying in plain view on the floor next to him. A bit odd for a cold December day. Knowing Paul as I was beginning to, I was fairly certain that it did not escape his attention.
“Hi, Professor Lawson. Professor Rollins,” he nodded at me, with a faint smile.
Hi, Paul,” said Neil warmly.
“Hi, Paul. I was just leaving,” I said.
“See you later, pal. Thanks a bunch,” said Neil, as I left the room.
Luke was back Wednesday night, and was actually in an unusually good mood, having signed a letter of intent to acquire a company in Indiana, the next frontier of his expanding empire. I cooked them grilled salmon, asparagus and wild rice, while I had a few pieces of salmon in my salad.
As I served Luke a third Yuengling and Brooke a third glass of wine, Luke said, “That was a damn good dinner, prof. I tell you what. I’m in such a good mood tonight, I’m going to let you have a glass of wine so we can all toast my new deal. Get yourself a glass.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
After I filled my glass with Pinot Gris, Brooke raised her glass and said, “To Hanover HVAC and Plumbing!” After we clinked our glasses, she said to Luke, “Ok, babe, it’s been three days, and I’m hornier than hell. Take me upstairs now, please.”
“Hold your horses, baby. Let’s finish our drinks first.”
Brooke downed her glass and said, “Okay, I’m done.”
“Think of your husband, here. He finally gets to have a drink with us and you’re rushing him.”
“Since you’re in such a good mood, babe, maybe he could join us – in bed. What do you think?”, Brooke asked him.
“Why not? Cuck, do you have any boxer shorts left?”
“Walter only wore tighty whiteys before I made him switch to panties and tights. I only let him keep two pairs of his old underwear.”
“Go, put on your tighty whiteys, prof, and we’ll meet you in the bedroom. You can take your glass of wine with you.”
Well, this was different. I went upstairs and undressed, removing the fashion tights I had been wearing all day under my pants, and put on a pair of my old underwear.
When they came upstairs, Brooke started laughing loudly when she saw me. ”I’m sorry to laugh, Walter. It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve seen you in men’s underwear. Even those. It just doesn’t seem natural.” I had to admit, it did feel strange wearing them after all this time. Still, the humiliation of Brooke’s words (and her accompanying smile) caused my cock to throb.
“Kneel down and get the key from Brooke’s anklet and I’ll unlock you.”
I did as he commanded, growing instantly hard the moment he unlocked me and tenting out my tight, white cotton briefs. Meanwhile, they both stripped as well. Luke was completely naked and Brooke was naked except for a pair of white ankle socks. As much as I loved her bare feet, it was incredibly sexy to see her wearing only the socks (and the anklet). Brooke then spread lubricant all over Luke’s hardening cock as she kissed him passionately.
Luke next ordered me to lie down on the bed, and easily picked Brooke up, placing her on her knees over me at the edge of the bed. To be more precise, she faced the other direction from me and her vagina and lovely bottom were right above my neck. Standing next to the bed, he then penetrated her anally, his cock and scrotum inches above my face, causing her to moan.
“Lick my balls, cuck.”
I began licking his balls as he went in and out of Brooke. As she rocked back and forth, she used one of her hands to pull my briefs down, so that her long hair brushed tantalizingly against my liberated cock. It was a wonderful feeling. At one point, Luke pulled completely out of her, and placed his wet, glistening cock in my mouth for me to suck. I couldn’t tell if the evident moisture was the lubricant, Luke’s sweat or Brooke’s anal secretions; it was probably some combination of the three.
I was my usual conflicted self as I took him in my mouth. Humiliated, certainly. Disgusted, no doubt. But also incredibly aroused, and somewhat grateful to be included to this degree in their intimacy – which was highly unusual.
My arousal only increased when Brooke said, “Keep him hard for me.” Following her command, I sucked him with increased fervor.
Whereas I often suffer from premature ejaculation, Luke is the complete opposite. He has the ability to go on and on, and then go on longer. It leaves me in awe, to be honest. Whatever I think of his personality, his character, his politics, his taste in music, etc., I can not help but be in awe of his physical prowess and dominance. I told myself, this man, this cock – which gives my wife so much pleasure, which fulfills some primal need of hers – is worthy of worship, so you better suck it up. Figuratively as well as literally. And that’s what I did.
He next ordered me to get on my knees next to the bed. Reaching his arm under Brooke’s waist, he flipped her over like a ragdoll onto her back, and entered her vaginally.
As if reading my mind, she said, “Yeah, baby, I’m your fuck doll.”
“Lick my fuck doll’s feet, cuck.”
From my knees, I licked her feet all over, listening to her moan in ecstasy as he moved in and out of her. Because of his good mood, perhaps, Luke was less brutal with Brooke than usual. He was forceful, of course, but there was no slapping and only a little hair pulling and nipple twisting. He did tease her, however. Even though I had counted at least three orgasms, I believe she was on the precipice of her fourth, when Luke pulled out of her. He hovered above her, his cock just outside of the threshold of her pussy. She thrust her pelvis up towards it, but he lifted himself still higher, denying her.
“Please baby, I’m so close.”
“You’re are a greedy, little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, baby, I’m your greedy, little fuck doll. Please baby, please put your glorious cock back inside me.”
“But you’re getting your feet licked. What about me?”
“Walter! Lick his feet! now! Please baby, please give me more.”
I started licking Luke’s left foot, hanging off the edge of the bed, with the same intensity I had applied to Brooke’s a moment earlier. He continued to tease her, however, inserting the tip of his cock into her and then stopping.
“Oh, gawd, Luke, please. I’m begging you.” She sounded on the verge of crying.
“I don’t know, babe. Maybe if my toes were being sucked, that might motivate me.”
“Walter, suck his toes!”
So, I did, of course. Luke was clearly enjoying the power trip of tying Brooke’s pleasure to my debasement.
Suddenly, he ordered her to get up from the bed. He then sat down on it, and instructed her to sit down on his cock, but facing outwards towards me, so that her legs basically rested atop his.
“Lick your wife’s pussy.” Following his command, I licked her just above where she bounced up and down on his cock, again grateful for the intimacy. Grateful to be included, even in my subservient, supplemental role as oral servant. After she screamed out in what was obviously yet another orgasm, Luke commanded me, “Now lick my shaft.”
After another five minutes or so, during which I dutifully licked him, Luke lifted her off him, stood up and – finally ready to ejaculate – pumped his semen prodigiously onto Brooke’s face.
“Time to kiss your wife, prof.” Which I did, our lips touching through Luke’s mess.
After I cleaned up and the three of us showered, we all watched a thriller on cable, the two of them curled up together on the couch, eating the popcorn I had made. I lied down on the floor at their feet, eating my own bowl of popcorn, occasionally feeling Brooke’s socked foot tousle my hair. All in all, one of the most pleasant evenings the three of us had ever spent together – at least from my perspective. Little did I realize at the time that that would be the last time three of us would spend together for awhile and that it marked a turning point in our – or, to be more precise – in Brooke’s and Luke’s relationship.
That night after they went to sleep, I practiced curtsying in front of the mirror in my bedroom in the basement. Tomorrow was to be my first extended service to Paul and Anna, apparently with my other student, Kelly, and her boyfriend as their guests. The next step in my ever widening public humiliation.
Whether he simply forgot, in the glow of his good mood, or was feeling particularly generous, Luke did not lock me back up that evening. I rubbed myself through my panties as I lay down in bed that night, too timid to actually masturbate lest Luke suddenly realize what he had overlooked.
The combination of my unsatisfied arousal and my anxiety about the next day prevented me from sleeping well that night. Luke was already gone when I woke up the next morning. Brooke was still asleep when I brought her cup of coffee up to the bedroom. I noticed my chastity cage on the floor next to the bed, and quietly took it downstairs to my bedroom, hoping she would forget about it.
She, in fact, did. It is testimony to how muddled my brain had become that I thought that was a good thing at the time. Normally, it would have been, of course. But it wasn’t until the snarky doorman gave me permission to go upstairs – after again announcing myself as the maid – that I realized how fraught with potential danger my situation really was. Because on our prior two meetings, my cock had been locked safely away. This time, I belatedly realized, my cock would be available as another toy for my students to play with, a toy they could use to control and humiliate me like they never had before.
And that, too, is exactly what they did.

the second photo is a little more concerning to me because they have been there for about 5-6 weeks now, but there was previously a head there with pus inside for both of them. i thought that they both healed and left some scarring however today one of them started itching and it’s a little inflamed but doesn’t hurt. then i checked more and found that little red dot on my balls. pls help lemme know what u guys think. are they just ingrown hairs??
https://ibb.co/FxB4NtY - in scrotum area
https://ibb.co/g3fhRtQ - just below my penis where pubes are

“Well, ya see, up in here in the southern Appalachians we got us 2 kinds of Sasquatch. We got us them great old big ape types like Patty that get up to 15 feet or more tall. Then we gets the smaller chimp-like foots that usually only reach 7-8 feet tall. These chimp-squatch, though, be sum dangerous sumbitches because they is inbred. That makes them crazy as hell.”
“Most the Sasquatch up here in Sasquatch Hollar are the Patty types. Lots of pudwhackers think these only out in the Pacific Northwest. That ain’t true. They is everwhar.”
“Sum people fuck up the identification of critters they see. For example, lots of folks see bars and thinks they is Sasquatch. They’s are dumbasses. Then sumtimes people sees them old swarthy dogmen bastards and think they dun seen a Sasquatch. This shit happens a lot. It is well known that here in these Appalachian Mountains, dawgman outnumber Sasquatch 3 to 1.”
“Then ya got the assorted monsters, ghosts, and goblins that run around in the woods at night. People see all sorts of shit and jest assume it’s a big old Sasquatch. But 9 times outa 10 it ain’t.”
“Now, I been quarreling with Sasquatch since I wuz 5 years old. Ya see, my pappy took me down to the crick one day to do sum catfishin. Like any boy that age, I got bored after about 5 minutes and wandered off to smoke a cigarette and have a drink from my old Sippy flask. As I wuz walking through them woods I started hearing sum weird shit. It sounded like sumthang squeaking and grunting. I decided to investigate. I walked a little way toward the noise then stopped at a big old bush. Whatever wuz making the noise, it wuz jest on the other side of that bush!”
“Though I wuz only the young and tender age of 5, I carried a big-ass buck knife with a 10” blade. I whipped that sumbitchin blade out and then pulled back the bush to find the source of the weird noise.”
“Thar it stood. A big old gnarly Bigfoot. It wuz at least 13’ tall, and it had its hairy wang in its hand jacking off. It stopped abusing hisself as soon at it seen me, jest sorta standing thar with big eyes knowin it had been caught. I did not know what the fuck that thang wuz. But, I knew that in that first moment of shock and stillness that my life depended upon me acting decisively. I immediately slashed downward with my knife and cut off that thang’s dinosauric wang!”
“That thar beast immediately fell to its knees and let out a blood curdling scream. I hauled ass back to my pappy. When I found him he wuz passed out on the crick bank with an empty jar of shine layin on the ground next to him. I tried to rouse him but it twernt no use. He wuz out like a light! I knew pappy carried a 1911 pistol in his tackle box so I got it out. Pappy always carried cocked and locked.”
“Well, it wuz about that time that the old dickless Bigfoot came a’haulin ass through the woods like a bulldozer. It wuz in a rip-roaring rage. Well, sir, I climbed up in a big old oak tree to hide from the beast. Once I wuz in position, that sumbitch came stomping up to the side of the crick. It still had its severed dick in its hand while its other hand wuz holding onto his cock wound.”
“Then It spied pappy. I thought, “HOLY TAP-DANCING CHRIST!! THAT SUMBITCH GONNA KILL PAPPY!!” I jumped into action, diving from my lofty perch and down onto the old critter’s neck. I put the gun barrel right up to that bastard’s head, but afore I culd pull the trigger the animal lurched and I dropped pappy’s gun!! It plopped down into the crick. So then I pulled out my big old knife. SSSUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP!!! I slashed that motherfucker’s throat wide open. It fell down, with me on top of it. It started spewing blood and hacking like it wuz struggling fer air. After a couple minutes of gurgling sounds, that old fucker got real still and died...like a bitch.”
“Well, it wuz about that time that my pappy woke up. He noticed that his tackle box had been gone through. Then he turned around and saw me standing next to this huge Sasquatch, holding a knife and covered in blood. Pappy staggered over to me and sed, ‘Where da fuk my .45?’ I told him I accidentally dropped it in the creek while fighting the Bigfoot. Old pappy hauled off and smacked the shit out of me. Then he made me retrieve his pistol and carve off sum Bigfoot ham fer dinner.”
“So, ya see, I been doing battle with these smelly beasts since I were knee-high to a $10 whore in stilettos. Here in Sasquatch Hollar, they is thicker than cockroaches in a Chinese vittles barn. I is always blasting those motherfuckers!”
“Then one day, I reckin back in 1982, I stumbled across a new kind of Bigfoot creature. It twere about 3:00 am one morning. I had be screwing the Thrasher sisters, all 3 of ‘em. I had em in my bed and we wuz all sleeping after having us the super bowl of sex. These here girls are all sisters in town. They all had, well, issues. Brandy wuz 20 at the time. She were smoking hot with a tight little body. But she was a mute; couldn’t speak a lick. Her twin sister, Serena only had one leg. The other one wuz accidentally cut off during a chainsaw fight with her pappy. Then there wuz sweet little Linda Lou. Sweet little Linda wuz a real looker. Too bad she wuz missing her left eye. She lost it in a knife fight that erupted after an illegal dog fight when the house wouldn’t pay up. She thought the house was stiffing her, allegations started flying, things got heated, knives were pulled, and you know the rest.”
“So, I gots these 3 cuties in my bed: one wuz a mute, one wuz missin a leg, and the other wuz a’missing an eye. I lured them all back to my place from their jobs at the Dairy Queen with promises of shine and meth. They wuz all addicts, ya know. I gave each one a hit out behind the DQ, then loaded ‘em up in my wagon and headed back to Sasquatch Hollar.”
“Now, it wuz a long haul. I had my mule, Old Betsy, pulling that thar wagon. It would be about a five hour ride anyway, but on that particular day Old Betsy had a broke leg. A nasty old Sasquatch got ahold of her and tried to run off with her. During the melee, it dun broke one of her legs. Poor old gal. Ya see, I wuz gonna put her outa her misery, but I got me a powerful hankering for a DQ Blizzard and decided to see if I could get one more run to town out of her before I sent her to the great beyond.”
“Now, Old Betsy performed like a champ! She made it all the way down and off that mountain and to the edge of town before the bone in her leg started poking out her skin sideways. She hooted and hollared, but I kept whipping the shit out of her and jest kept on a’going. She wuz a fine animal!”
“So me and the DQ bitches wuz jest barely out of the parking lot when one of Old Betsy’s good legs gave out. I heard me a loud ‘SNAP!’, then the old girl went down, face first into the asphalt. I sed ‘Gall darn it! What in tarnation?!?!’ Well, Sir, I climbed down off my wagon and inspected the situation. It seems that Old Betsy, being the good old girl she wuz, wuz shifting her weight to offset fer her broken laig. She obviously overloaded and caused the break.”
“Them old DQ whores started squalling and crying at the sight of the mangled mule. I told them to shut the fuck up before I mangled them. When I dun seen what the problem were, I knelt down, patted Old Betsy on her head, and sed ‘Well, old girl, I guess the next time I’ll be seeing ya will be when you are pulling my wagon in Hell. Praise Satan.’ Then I made the sign of Baphomet with my right hand.”
“The whores were watching me intently, which is why they let out a big shriek when I whipped out my .44 magum and splattered poor Old Betsy’s brains all over the road. Those bitches went to wailing, so I pointed my pistol at them and told them to ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP!’”
By this time traffic wuz startin to back up cuz my wagon wuz blocking a lane. I told the one-eyed whore to get down off my wagon and direct traffic while I unhooked the dead mule. Well, she promptly jumped down off the wagon with purpose. I wuz not used to a woman doing what I told her to do the first time. I find that about 90% of women have problems hearing. So, when old One-Eye landed next to me I punched her right square in her face. She went down like a sack of taters!”
“When she climbed to her feet she asked me why I punched her. Scratching my head, I replied ‘I don’t rightly know. I guess you must be one of the 10% of women without hearing problems and I wuz jest kind of acting out of instinct. I jest wuz not expecting you to do what I told ya the first time. Now, get to work directing traffic, bitch!!’ Again, she obeyed. I thought, ‘Damn. I might have to keep that bitch around.’ Then I turned my attention to the matter at hand: getting my goddamn wagon home.”
“I told the other two bitches to get off the wagon and to help me push it back into the DQ parking lot. This time I waited to see if they would obey like their sister dun. To my shock and disbelief they did. I asked them, ‘Who obedience trained you bitches?’ Old One-Leg sed ‘Our dad dun did it. He taught me to kiss too. Want to see what he taught me?’ I sed ‘Later, you dumb slut! I gots to figure on how to git my wagon back home to Sasquatch Hollar.”
“Well about this time, the owner of the DQ came running out of the joint, yelling at me to move my wagon because it wuz blocking his customers from getting out of the DQ parking lot. He wuz yellin at the bitches to get back inside and get to work waiting on his customers. Then he got all up in my face, saying ‘You got to move that hillbilly contraption RIGHT NOW, or I am going to call the POLICE!!!’ I asked him, ‘And jest who the fuck is you?’ He sed his name was Bob Patel.”
“So thar I wuz. My fucking mule wuz dead. My wagon wuz stuck in the road. I had me three disabled and horny whores ready to smoke meth and fuck, and now I had me a swarthy Pakistani prick up in my face. I had had enough. I narrowed my eyes, looked at Patel, and sed, ‘You motherfuckers hid Osama Bin Laden’. His eyes widened. I grabbed him around the collar, pulled out my .44 magum, and brutally pistol whipped that sumbitch right thar in his parking lot. He must have been a real asshole too, cuz them DQ bitches were cheering me on. When I wuz dun, that sum bitch had to crawl back into his shitty DQ, leaving behind a trail of blood, piss, and shit.”
“The mute bitch started trying to tell One-Leg something. It sounded like she had a mouth full of peanut butter and jizz. Then One-Leg sed, ‘She is trying to tell us sumthang to help.’ The wagon wuz way too big and heavy fer me to push out of the road. So, flustered as a tick on a dick, I looked at the dumb bitch and asked ‘What?’, expecting sum sort of dumbass response. She sed, ‘Daddy let us drive his truck to work today. Why don’t we hook up your wagon to his truck and then you can haul it home with that?’ I wuz dumbfounded. This wuz actually a good idea.”
“Guarded, I asked One-Leg what kind of truck she got. She sed an F-350. I paused. Then I thought ...’Goddamn...I have struck gold here.’ I sed, ‘You 3 bitches are absolute ANGELS!’ They all smiled in appreciation of my praise.”
“Thereafter, I pulled the truck around, got the wagon hitched up to it, and got the rig ready to go. The traffic jam got to be too unruly fer Old One-Eye, so I whipped out my .44 magum and dispersed the crowd. Then I told the bitches to get in the truck cuz we wuz high-tailing it to Sasquatch Hollar.”
“Right about then Old Sheriff came a rolling up in his car, lights on a siren wailing. When dipshit Patel saw Sheriff, he came running outside the DQ to meet him. ‘Goddamn it, if’n it ain’t one thang it’s another’, I sed. I whipped out my .44 magum and blew the fucking siren right off the top of Old Sheriff’s car. BAM!!!!”
“Sheriff got out and looked at the empty spot where his siren used to be. He sed ‘Awww damn, Roy! Why did you have to go and do that?!?! Now I’m gonna have to ask the county to buy me a new one.” I told Sheriff to shut up. Old Patel wuz battered and bruised all over. He wuz crying to the Sheriff about my wagon blocking his parking lot and the savage pistol whipping I inflicted upon him.”
“Sheriff hushed up Patel, looked at me, and asked, ‘Now, Roy, what’s really going on here?’ I sed, ‘That Patel feller there grabbed my cock. I felt threatened and marginalized, so I defended myself the only way I knew how.” Patel exploded at my accusation. I told Sheriff, ‘See that? He’s got a right nasty temper on him. That’s the way with them thar Muslims.’”
“Old Sheriff narrowed his eyes and slowly turned his head toward Patel, as he released the safety strap on the holster of his service weapon. Sheriff asked Patel, ‘Is that right? Are you a Muslim, boy?’ Patel wuz pissed. ‘I am no fucking Muslim, you asshole!!! I am Hindu, and I’m from India, not Pakistan!! You are racist. Both of you!! You are both racist!!!’, sed Patel.”
“I leaned over Sheriff and sed ‘Ask old Patel here if he has accepted Jesus Christ as his lord and savior.’ Patel heard what I sed. Sheriff asked ‘....Well, have you, boy?’ Patel sed ‘WHAT?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! I AM HINDU, ARE YOU REALLY THIS IGNORANT?!?! OF COURSE I HAVE NOT ACCEPTED ...’ Then came the gunshots BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BLAMM!!!! The foreigner hit the ground with a thud.”
“I sed, ‘Damn, Sheriff, your aim is gettin better! It only took ya 3 shots at point blank range to take down THIS perp!’ Sheriff asked, ‘What are we gonna do with him?’ I sed ‘That’s yer problem, Sheriff. I gots to get back to Sasquatch Hollar and fuck these here whores in the truck. We is about to have the sexual Special Olympics back at my place.’ Sheriff looked distraught.”
“I decided to throw Old Sheriff a bone. I sed, ‘Ok, looky here, Sheriff. Here’s what ya do. Set that DQ on fire and burn it to the ground. Call the feds and tell them you caught old Habib here in a terror plot to blow up the Cracker Barrel, and that all yer evidence got burnt up in the DQ fire HE started.’ Sheriff looked hopeful and asked, ‘Do you really think that will work?’ I sed ‘I don’t give a fuck. Just dump him down in Sasquatch Creek per usual. I’ve got to go git my dick wet!’ Then I wuz off.”
“So me and the girls were a humpin’ it down the highway in their daddy’s truck with my wagon in tow, headed fer Sasquatch Hollar. I figured it would be a very tight fit down the trail fer this F-350 after we got off the road. I might bang and dent the fuck outa this thang. Fact is, if’n I can even git the truck to my cabin, it prolly ain’t leaving the woods. Even it it’s in any condition to travel back, I figure I will jest steal it.’
“The bitches had already entered the foreplay stage of our encounter. One-Eye had my old whoopin’ stick out and slobbering all over it. The Mute wuz leaning over her and fondling my scrotum sack. And I wuz fondling One-Leg’s perky little wine-glass titties. Then I had a thought. I bet these girls’ daddy would have a shit-fit if’n he knew I wuz molesting his girls in HIS truck. Heh heh heh!!!! Now, mind ya, all 3 of these girls were over 18 years of age. Still, once daddy’s girl, always daddy’s girl.”
“Curiosity got the best of me. I jest had to know. I asked ‘Hey girls, you sed this here truck belongs to yer daddy?’ One-Eye removed my pud from her mouth and sed ‘Yep, this is daddy’s truck.’ Then I asked, ‘Who is yer daddy?’ Old One-Eye sed, ‘William Perkins’.
“ I thought, ‘Oh shit. That’s Old “Will Bill From Hawkinsville”!! That’s a crazy sumbitch! He has dun prison time for raping a Chevy Malibu! What’s even worse is that I used to fuck Old Wild Bill’s wife while he wuz off in prison. What wuz that....15-20 years ago? If’n I remember right, that bitch’s name wuz ‘Alex’. I remember her name distinctly because it wuz a dude’s name. But thar wuz no dudeness about her. She wuz SMOKING HOT and could handle the timber better than Old Mark McGwire on the roids!!’
“Still, I had to be certain there’s nothing unseemly going on here. Holding my breath, I asked ‘What’s your momma’s name?’ One-Leg spoke up, and with a grin on her face sed ‘momma’. I backhanded the shit out of her, and she went flying over and landed on the mute. Then Good Old One-Eye, the Einstein of the group, again removed my whoopin’ stick from her mouth and sed ‘Momma’s name is soooo beautiful. It’s “Alexandria”. I thought, ‘WHEWWWWWWW!!!! That wuz fucking CLOSE!!!’”
“Well, me and the girls made it back to Sasquatch Hollar in record time (compared to a mule-drawn wagon). I got my wagon home in fine shape. But that fucking truck is wider than the wagon and lost both front fenders, all doors, and both side panels off the bed. I’m also pretty sure it sustained some damage to the front axel when we splashed down into Dogman Creek. One-Eye sed ‘Daddy ain’t gonna be none too happy about his truck.’ I told her to jest tell her pappy that negroes stole it from them at the DQ.”
“Now, at this point me and the girls went inside my cabin and started Imbibing, smoking, and fornicating. I will not get into all the gross mechanics of what exactly transpired therein, cuz that ain’t really essential to this here story. Jest be assured that several laws were violated that day, including God’s laws, man’s laws, and the laws of physics.”
“This leads me back to whar I wuz. All 4 of us wuz piled upon on my bed, laying all over each other ... naked, spent, exhausted, and sticky. I wuz awakened by the sound of a scuffle out back behind my cabin. I could tell from the grunting and thumping footsteps that Sasquatch were involved. I didn’t want to crawl my ass out of bed this early and go out in the freezing night to break up sum fucking Bigfoot gangbang. But, if I didn’t then they may get to rough housing and tear up my shed or rape my tractor or sum mess. So I crawled outa bed and put on my overalls. I did not have to worry about waking up the girls cuz I dun shot them up with enuff sweet H that a nuclear blast weren’t waking them up.”
“Ya see, as fun as these here girls were, I knew they wuz gonna be trying to hang around Casa De Roy fer more candy. I can’t have that. So I dun made sum arrangements to get them outa here. A business associate I will call ‘Carlos’ is supposed to be at my cabin at sunrise to take possession of each of the unconscious girls. He is gonna take them off to sum shit hole foreign country and make them sex slaves. He’s giving me $500.00 a head fer these girls! That’s what I call a Win-Win situation!”
“So back to my story, thar is sum kind of struggle happening in back of my cabin and I thinks it involves sum Sasquatches. I got dressed, grabbed my old AR-10 rifle, and headed out back to investigate, castigate, and seal sum fate.”
“I snuck around my cabin slowly. I needed to do sum recon so I could see what exactly wuz a’going on. When I cleared the side of my cabin I immediately saw movement next to the chicken house. First I thought sum sumbitchin Bigfoot wuz trying to steal my chickens. Then I snapped on the flashlight attached to my AR rifle. It appeared that 3 big old Sasquatch wuz gang raping the fourth, which wuz being held down by one of the other 3. The 3 rapist Bigfoot immediately stood, showed their teeth to me then growled. They was telling me that they wuz pissed and wuz looking fer trouble.”
“My rifle was already raised and on standby while I kept the three beasts in the light. The rape victim squatch jest layed thar moaning. The big 3 ambled into attack formation, like they was ready to attack old Roy. If I did not act decisively and quickly, I’d be dun fer!”
“BAM-BAM-BAM!!!!! Three head shots in quick succession and they wuz all dead. ‘I’m gonna be eatin good fer the next few days’, I thought. Then I thought about the raped squatch. I raised my gun, with my light trained on its face. A wave of shock and disbelief filled me at what I saw.”
“This ain’t no ordinary Bigfoot here. She wuz very human looking. Yeah, she wuz hairy and smelled bad. Her face wuz... almost cute. And she had her some C-cup titties. Now, I would never lie with a beast. But, this one made me question my rule. She looked jest like a bitch, but bigger and hairier.”
“When I approached the thing she started shrieking and pushing away. Clearly, she wuz afraid of me. I shone my light up and down her supple squatch bod. I reckon it wuz 6 ft tall. It had the curvy figure of Kathy Ireland and the facial structure of Sandy Bullock. Again, though, she wuz covered in hair. I thought to myself that sech a thang could come in handy after sex cuz you could use its hair to wipe off yer dick before taking a piss.”
“Then I thought, ‘SHEEYIT!!!!’ and punched myself in the nuts! I had to tell myself that it wuz a beast and that I ought not be having these impure thoughts of beastiality. ‘Hold it together, you sumbitch! Keep yer dick in yer pants!!’, I told myself. Then I punched myself in the balls again. This time I puked from the punch.”
“I decided that instead of executing this critter I would keep it and nurse it back to health. I thought it wuz the least I could do. I knew the girls were inside and that it would still be a little while until ‘Carlos’ came to collect the bitches. So I had to keep this lil fem-squatch under wraps. I grabbed a spare noose I had laying around, put it around the critters neck, and dragged her into my old shed, whar I tied it up and gagged it with duct tape. Then, jest to show it who’s boss, I punched it in the gut, from which it let out an audible ‘OOF!’ Then I left it alone.”
“I did not want to get back into bed with the comatose bitches, so I set down in front of the old fire and lit me up a nice Montecristo Cuban. Old Castro’s brother still sends me a box ever Christmas in appreciation fer me doing sum werk fer them back in 1962. I sat and smoked, as I sipped sum rye whiskey frum a jug. My mind kept wandering back to that feminine beast out in my shed. ‘Damn, she sure is sexy’, I thought. DAMN IT !!!!!! I punched myself in the balls again. BOOFFFF!!!!”
“At sum point I dozed off to sleep. I wuz awakened by a knocking on my door. BAM BAM BAM!!! I looked at the clock on my wall and it said ‘8:45 am’. I sed, ‘Goddamnit, Carlos!! You can’t count on those fucking be#ners to be on time fer their own funeral.’ I stomped over to the door, cussing all the way.”
“Opening the door, I am saying ‘Carlos, you rotten sumbitch ...!’ Only it was not Carlos. It wuz the Sheriff, who excitedly sed ‘Roy! We got us a problem. You ‘member that brown sumbitch from Iran that run the Dairy Queen in town? The FBI says they aren’t believing he is a terrorist! What are we gonna do, Roy?!?’ I immediately reached out and grabbed Sheriff’s nut sacks with my right hand, wrenched them violently 180 degrees, pulled them forward into the door frame, and then slammed the door on them!”
“Old Sheriff let out a HORRIFIC, high-pitch screech, then passed out on my front porch. ‘Shit’, I thought. ‘What am I gonna do with this prick?’ Then I wondered if I could sell him to Carlos along with the girls. Hmmmmmm... Nah, no woman could hate herself THAT much to want to screw that fat fuck.”
“I decided to drag old Sheriff out to the shed, tie him up, and gag him so he would not be an eyewitness to the crimes against humanity I wuz about to commit. As soon as I opened the shed door all hell broke loose. There wuz whining and thrashing and banging about. I looked into the direction of the noise and saw the Sasquatch bound and gagged, but pissed and trying to get loose. ‘SHIT!! I fergot about THAT sumbitch!!’, I sed. Then I got me a shovel and banged the shit out of it over its head. That quieted her down! Then, as she lay there on her belly convulsing, I looked at its quivering Sasquatch butt and thought ‘NICE!!!’ Then I punched myself in the sack again.”
“I hog-tied and gagged that sumbitch Sheriff and left him lying on the floor. By the time I made it back up to the house I found that rotten cocksucker, Carlos, standing on my front porch and smoking a cigarette. He sed ‘Heeeeyyyyyy, Gringo! You got my ladies? Heh heh heh?’, then he stomped out his cigarette on my front porch. I looked down at the cigarette butt and then up at Carlos. I pointed at it and sed ‘Pick up that shit, asshole! Where the fuck do ya’ll think you are? Mexico? FUCK!!!’ Carlos obliged.”
“I noticed that Carlos came alone. I asked him how in the hell is he going to carry 3 unconscious bitches 5 miles through the woods. He sed, ‘Well, uh, you know, amigo, I thought you would help.’ I sed ‘SHEEYIT! Once you pay fer them whores, they is yours. But I guess fer an extra $50.00 I can be convinced to sell ya a wheelbarrow you can use.’ This made Carlos happy. Those little fuckers are practically born in a wheelbarrow with a leaf blower in hand. I told Carlos to go grab the bitches outa my bedroom whilst I go fetch the wheelbarrow.”
“When I got back to the front of the house with the wheelbarrow, old Carlos wuz still standing on my front porch but there wuz no bitches. I asked ‘Do you want me to drag those bitches out here fer ya too, you lazy sumbitch!’ Carlos looked displeased. He sed ‘Hey, man. What the fuck you trying to pull on me, man?’ I told him to get fucked. But then he explained to me that we had a problem.”
“Apparently, when I shot them whores up with H, I over-dosed them, cuz they were all dead. I sed, ‘Well, sheeyit, Carlos. I guess I went and fucked up.’ Then Carlos explained that his clientele would usually be ok with dead chicks, but that they would not fetch as much as a live one. I sed ‘I reckon I can understand that, Carlos.’ BUT, the problem Carlos had is that THESE dead chicks were disabled.”
“We finally struck a deal. Carlos gave me $50.00 fer that thar wheelbarrow, $100.00 fer the dead mute, and $25.00 each fer the other 2 dead bitches. He sed he could prolly sell ‘em fer their teeth and double his money. Fer being a good sport, I sent old Carlos off with a jar of shine and some slow-roasted Sasquatch butt roast. He wuz plum tickled pink as he headed off down the trail, pushing the 3 dead bitches in his new wheelbarrow.”
“Now it wuz time to go inspect that cute lil old squatch I had locked up in the shed. This is where shit started gettin weird. When I got into the shed, I found that there Sasquatch on top of old Sheriff, grinding on him. ‘GIT THE HELL OFF SHERIFF, YOU COTTON PICKIN BABOON!’, I yelled. Well, Sir, that thang jumped up and ran over into the corner. It wuz still tied up except fer it’s legs. Sheriff wuz not only still tied up, but he wuz STILL unconscious. ‘SHERIFF!! GIT THE FUCK UP, YA LAZY BUM!!’, I yelled.”
“Well, it wuz about that time that the lady Sasquatch ripped free of the rest of the rope bounding it up. ‘Sheeeeeeyit...’, I thought. Sheriff wuz jest coming around as I cut him loose. ‘Get the fuck up, fat ass!’, I commanded. I then sed ‘Gimme yer gun’. Sheriff sed, ‘Now, Roy, you know I can’t do that. That’s my service weapon. I can’t jest ...’ .... then BOOM!!! I punched him square in the tubulars and he dropped to the ground. The Bigfoot started going ape shit, screaming and roaring, and smashing shit.”
“I reached down and grabbed Sheriff’s pistol, aimed at the Sasquatch’s head, and fired. ‘Pop!’ I thought ‘What in the hell?!?’ I looked at the weapon. It wuz a god damned little .32 auto. ‘PUSSY SHIT!’, I sed, then tossed the little gun away. I then leaned down to Sheriff and sed ‘You ain’t worth a shit, you know that?’ Sheriff sed ‘Oh, Roy, don’t say that. We’re friends.’ I scoffed and looked fer another weapon.”
“The squatch wuz now at bat-shit crazy level, and I could tell it wuz about to charge. I quickly glanced around my shed. Then I spotted it: my Stihl chainsaw! Without a second to spare, I snatched up that saw and pulled the cord. It roared to life jest as the beast charged!’ BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!”
“The thang charged me. I jabbed the running chainsaw into its belly, revved her up, and made my incision. The squatch, stunned, stopped. Then with pressure added and more revving, I cut upward and did not stop until I had sliced that sumbitch in half, from its belly all the way up through its entire head. Sasquatch blood and innards went everwhere, coating the inside of my old shed. The beast wuz dead and I got me sum more meat fer the ice box!!”
“As I wuz a’cleaning that booger later in the day (I had to take Sheriff home after we found his testicles) I wuz able to take stock of her. As I mentioned at first, we got us 2 kinds of Sasquatch up in here in Sasquatch Hollar: the big ape, Patty Type, and the smaller chimp type. This one wuz a might different.”
“This thang, I reckon, wuz sum kind of cromag, or caveman, descendant. The placement of its bones (like knee joints and elbows) and overall proportions were more man than ape. I have heard of these thangs, kind of look like a Neanderthal critter. They’s been talk of these here thangs being common in Russia. But we apparently got em here in the states too.”
“Nonetheless, that strange looking squatch cooked up right nice. It wuz a little tough and stringy Like Sasquatch meat. But it wuz not near as gamey. That lil sumbitch was right edible!”

Back Story:We have a male standard size dashuand that is 2 years old he is not neuterede. We just moved into a new house about a month ago and got a sofa and love seat that have slip covers from our friends that also had a male dog. We washed the slip covers if that matters at all.
We have noticed that he is leaving small droplets of pee on the sofa and love seat. The size of the droplets are the size of a pea.
We moved from a city/town area out into the country so he has seemed more happy being able to run around in the yard.He has been acting completely normal other than when he runs outside the front door and we tell him to get inside he does like a little grumble like he is catching a little attitude which I think is pretty funny.
I'm just curious if he is scent marking the sofa and love seat or if this a UTI or somthing of concern?
Species:Dog
Breed: Standard Dashuand
Age: 2 years old
Sex:Male not neutered
Weight: 22lbs
History: Had Scrotum hernia as a new born puppy (completely heald no issues)
Thanks!

My vericocele isn't diagnosed although I have done 2-3 scrotal ultrasounds but they're unable to detect it. One said there is a bit of inflammation which maybe epididymitis and the other said its hydrocele. But I am having a bulge inside scrotum, lower abdominal pain (where the rib cage ends), and low back pain. All of these on left side. But I've noted that the bulge is more visible sometimes and sometimes it's almost invisible. I've done Urine culture to make sure I am not having any bacterial infection but it was negative. I am in a constant anxiety due to this undiagnosed problem.

Some background, my girlfriend found a lump inside the perineum area, is a small BB size/shape lump, it hard and has zero pain. Feels like it could be attached to some cord there maybe.
Hate coming for an Internet diagnosis but the state of the NHS in the UK has driven me to come here for some advice/ideas of anyone who's had a similar lump in that area ( it's hard to find anything online with a lump not in the scrotum area )
I had my GP examine me and refer me for an ultrasound. 3 weeks later I had it and got my report back two weeks after that saying my testies are looking good. However they didn't actually scan my lump and if they did they didn't say what it was.
I went back to my GP who referred me again and after 2 weeks they declined my referral as " they don't scan that area " so they referred me to the hospital instead, one week later I have my appointment and it's ONE MONTH from now. Meaning from when I first found this lump it will of been four months of not having treatment if it is cancerous.
So I've come to Reddit for advice from you fighters asking for advice or share any similar experiences you've had with a lump in the perineum area
Thanks ❤️

I recently had two miserable months with scabies, part of the European epidemic that’s going on right now (and has been observed to happen every 20-30 years). It kept coming back and I now realise that this was due to a combination of not knowing enough about the mite and not treating properly.
I have a background in academic research so I ended up paranoidly reading a huge amount of information over the course of the two months, including numerous academic journal articles with the latest evidence-based research on how scabies functions.
I’ve seen a lot of stress-fuelled spreading of misinformation and folklore on this sub and elsewhere online so I thought it might help if I made a summary of everything I’ve learnt so that you can get rid of scabies as quickly as possible if you have the misfortune of contracting it. I wish I had this information when I first contracted scabies. I recommend reading the whole thing, as I address various myths along the way. So here goes….

1. Symptoms and Diagnosis

1.1 Symptoms
The symptoms of scabies present as small itchy red dots and lines up to around 1 inch long on your skin. They’re usually concentrated on your hands but can appear basically anywhere on your body. As itchy red dots can be caused by a whole host of things, the more reliably diagnosable symptom is the lines, or “burrows”. They can sometimes look like small, partially healed cuts.
It should be noted that the first time in your life that you contract them, scabies mites can be living on your skin for up to 8 weeks without causing you to present symptoms because your body hasn’t developed a response to them yet. However, if you’ve had them before, symptoms usually occur within 1 week. Also, symptoms can take several weeks to heal after treatment.
You may experience large, itchy areas of skin, even if you don’t have visible symptoms on those areas. This itching may continue for several weeks after you have become clear of scabies. It is often worse at night.
You may also notice hard, red bumps on your skin, up to 1 inch in diameter. These are called nodules and they mostly occur on people with sensitive skin. It is where your skin has tried to essentially digest a dead mite that’s in your skin and it causes irritation. These can also last for several weeks after you’re cleared of live mites. (I experienced several of these on my thighs, under my left arm and on my scrotum (eugh) and still have them. At the time of writing, the first one that appeared has been there for about 1.5 months).
These last two symptoms are part of a phenomenon known as “post-scabies syndrome” or “postscabetic itch”.
1.2 Diagnosis
The only foolproof available diagnosis method is a “skin scrape”. This is where a sample of the skin on a symptomatic spot is taken and analysed under a microscope to see if living mites can be observed with a visual check. Therefore, without symptoms showing the doctor where to look, it’s not feasible to catch a mite wandering around on your skin. However, if a sexual partner or someone you live with has confirmed symptoms, you should operate under the assumption that you have scabies too.
Another method of diagnosis is the “ink test”. This is where a permanent marker is used to draw over the suspected symptom. Rubbing alcohol is then used to rub the ink off. If the symptoms are caused by scabies, the ink will be absorbed into the cavity caused by the scabies mite and will not rub off. This will leave either a dot of ink, or a line if a burrow has been found.
1.3 Flaws with Diagnosis Methods
1.3.1 Skin Scrape Method
It’s very difficult to diagnose scabies before symptoms begin, as skin scrapes must be conducted on a symptomatic area, because that shows where a mite is. It’s extremely unlikely that you would catch a mite from scraping a random bit of skin.
1.3.2 Ink Test Method
This method is not foolproof, as scratches and cuts can also have the same effect.
1.3.3 Testing Negative
There is no way to test whether you are “scabies negative”. A negative diagnosis can only really be achieved if you have been completely symptomless for 8 weeks after a possible infestation (meaning you never had it in the first place) or if you’ve stopped showing new symptoms for a couple of weeks after treatment. This is another truly horrible element to scabies.

2. The life cycle and behaviour of the scabies mite

2.1 What a Mite Looks Like
Scabies is a mite that can grow up to 0.5mm in size. It’s extremely unlikely you’ll be able to spot a mite crawling on the surface of your skin with the naked eye. However, it is possible to see them clearly under a magnifying glass or microscope. They can also sometimes be seen as a dark spot at the end of a burrow, especially if the ink test has been used. I personally managed to dig a mite, and possibly an egg, out of the end of a burrow with a pin and could see it walking around. I don’t recommend you do this because it’s generally not a good idea to dig around in your skin with a pin but yeah, it is possible to see them under the right conditions.
2.2 The Life Cycle of the Mite
When mites find their way onto your body, they crawl around looking for a mate. Once a male and female mite mate, the female will dig a burrow into your skin to lay eggs. While she does this, she defecates and slobbers around the burrow which causes an allergic reaction from your body - this, as well as the eggs, is what causes the itching. So the symptoms of scabies only start once fertilised females start digging burrows to lay eggs. It should be noted that the female scabies mite will NOT lay eggs in any other way. They do not lay eggs outside of the human body. They don’t lay eggs on upholstery. They don’t infest your pets. Some online sources will incorrectly suggest otherwise
Once the eggs are laid, it takes 3-4 days for the larvae to hatch. The larva then digs a new tiny burrow in the surface of the skin until it emerges as a nymph (which crawls around on the surface of the skin feeding on cellular tissue etc) and eventually matures into a mite. The maturation from egg to mite takes 10-15 days.
2.3 How Scabies Spreads
Usually, you will have around 10-15 mites on you when you’re infested. There is another type of scabies called Norwegian/crusted scabies where you can have hundreds of thousands of mites on you but this is very rare and you will absolutely know if you have this because you’ll get large crusty areas of skin. I’m not going to go into Norwegian scabies much here.
While there are scabies mites, nymphs and/or larvae on you, you are contagious. Scabies mites navigate towards hosts through heat detection and smell. Scabies is primarily spread through prolonged physical contact (sex, sleeping next to someone etc) and through living in the same space as someone (housemates, family etc). It’s very unlikely that scabies will be spread through a quick handshake or hug but it’s not out of the question.
Because you can’t become immune to scabies like you can with a virus or bacteria, it means that it can be passed back and forth between people very easily and consistently which is what makes it such a bastard to get rid of. At least with COVID, once you had it, the chances were it would go away within a couple of weeks and then you’d have some immunity for a while. Scabies is permanent if not treated and can be caught again at any time.
2.4 How Scabies is Affected by Its Environment
Scabies mites are very sensitive to temperature. Temperatures above 60C will kill them within 20 minutes and they will become immobile below 20C. Boiling water and steam will kill them instantly.
Scabies mites can sometimes leave the body and migrate onto other surfaces you come into contact with, especially bed sheets and clothes, but also upholstery etc. Generally, in a home, scabies mites can’t survive for longer than 72 hours away from a human host. However, some studies have found that below 20 degrees, they go into a sort of stasis and can survive for up to 2 weeks. The hotter and more humid their environment, the quicker their metabolism functions and the quicker they starve to death when away form a human host.
All of this will be important in the next section.

3. Treating scabies

Getting rid of scabies has two main parts: medication and environmental decontamination. You need to poison all of the scabies on your body and kill all of the scabies that may have found their way onto surfaces in your home.
3.1 Medication
There are three medications that are most popular for treating for scabies: permethrin, malathion and ivermectin.
Permethrin
The first line of treatment for many countries is permethrin (5%) cream. This cream is applied over every inch of your body (however patients are sometimes advised that they don’t have to apply it above their neck) and left for 8-12 hours. It’s important that you apply the cream to cool dry skin. For example, if you shower or have a bath and then apply the cream soon after, your skin may absorb and metabolise it too quickly for it to be able to kill the mites. During this time you mustn’t shower and if you have to wash your hands, you need to reapply more cream to them a.s.a.p. Permethrin works by fucking with the mite’s nervous system and stopping it from being able to respire. Due to the widespread use (and crucially; misuse) of permethrin cream, there are some descriptions of permethrin resistance from scabies. Personally, I believe I may have experienced this, as there were times when burrows would continue to get longer and more inflamed over the course of 2 treatments, suggesting it didn’t kill the mite inside.
Malathion
The second option is malathion liquid. It’s used if permethrin isn’t effective or if you have skin conditions/types that are irritated by permethrin. This is also applied to the whole body on cool, dry skin. However this has to be left on for 24 hours. This is what I used to finally get rid of scabies.
Ivermectin
This medication comes in the form of a pill. It’s a last ditch method (at least in the UK where I'm from), as it’s pretty potent and can cause some nasty side effects like diarrhoea and general stomach upset. Usually it’s only prescribed for Norwegian/crusted scabies so it’s very unlikely you’ll be prescribed this.
3.1.1 Medication Resistance in Eggs
It should be noted that scabies eggs have some resistance to medications which means those which have been laid before you apply the medication may hatch some time after you’ve applied and washed off the cream, leaving live larvae on your skin.
Therefore, it is absolutely vital that you do two courses of treatment one week apart if you’ve shown symptoms.
It’s also best practice to do this even if you haven’t shown symptoms yet. The week’s delay between courses allows all of the eggs to hatch but doesn’t give the larvae/nymphs enough time to mature before being killed by the second course (see section 2.2). Sometimes permethrin cream says to wait 14 days between courses on the instructions included in the box but almost all other sources recommend 7 days. (I have no idea why the medication suggests 14 days, as this is enough time for an egg to hatch and the larvae to mature. It’s also a much longer amount of time to be miserable and isolating). Anyway, during these 7 days, you are probably still contagious so you should ensure you’re isolating yourself as much as possible during this time. Many online sources say that you are safe to go back to school/work 12 hours after the medication has been applied but this is misleading and caused me and my partner to keep reinfecting each other because we thought we were no longer contagious.
3.1.2 Alternative Medications
I’ve seen sulphur and various essential oils suggested as alternative treatments to scabies. Sulphur is the only alternative treatment that is a valid solution. However, because it's less potent, it needs to be applied multiple times a day for 3 days with each round of treatment which isn't as practical and is a lot more work.
3.1.3 Medication to Help With Postscabetic Itch and Nodules
Postscabetic itch is caused by an allergic reaction to mite faeces, saliva and eggs so anti-histamines can be prescribed to help alleviate this. Skin steroids like hydrocortisone can also be applied to nodules to speed up the healing process.
3.2 Decontaminating your home
3.2.1 Decontamination Methods
Because some mites may have moved onto your clothes or surfaces in your home, it’s important to decontaminate these things to make sure that the mites don’t end up crawling back onto you after you’ve washed the medication off. You have a few options here:

1. Washing in a washing machine at a temperature of at least 60C for at least 20 mins
2. Leaving in a plastic bag for at least 72 hours (I would recommend making sure the room it is in is very warm to make the mites starve quicker)
3. Using a steam cleaner
4. Vacuum cleaning

Some places suggest using permethrin spray or smoke bombs but there isn’t any strong evidence that this is effective, as the dose of permethrin a mite would get from this probably isn’t enough to kill it.
3.3 Action plan
If you live with other people, it’s very important that you all do the following steps on the same day.
So here’s how I managed to finally get rid of scabies:

1. My housemates and I set aside enough clothes for a week and put all of our other clothes in plastic bags in a spare room with a space heater to make it really warm in there. This meant we didn’t have enormous amounts of laundry to do.
2. We washed all of our bed sheets and clothes for the week
3. We applied the cream to our whole body and changed into new clothes
4. We vacuumed all the carpet in the house and steamed all the sofas and mattresses
5. The next day, we changed into new clean clothes and washed our bedsheets again in case some mites on us had managed to crawl off our bodies before being killed by the medication
6. We showered to wash off the medication. (Leaving it on for more than the recommended time isn’t more effective, it can just irritate your skin unnecessarily.)
7. During the 7 week interrim, I kept track of the pre-existing symptoms I had by drawing on them with a sharpie. This helped me identify any new symptoms that had developed and not get panicked by old symptoms which I had forgotten about.
8. We repeated this process 7 days later.

4. Conclusion

Scabies is a truly horrible and lonely experience to go through but it IS possible to get rid of it. The main takeaways I want you to get from this are:

1. You must always do two courses of treatment 7 days apart
2. During these 7 days you are contagious

If I had clocked these two facts earlier, I don’t think it would have taken me two months to finally leave the living hell that was scabies.
If you still suspect you have scabies after following section 3.3, I suggest either trying it all over again, or going to a doctor for a skin scrape.
Feel free to comment or message me for citations. I was going to reference the whole post but it became a massive chore trying to relocate the articles I’d read previously. I’d be happy to find them on a case-by-case basis though!
I hope this helps, let me know if you have any questions :)

I wrote this long description of my recovery to capture my thoughts and hopefully leave this as a resource for other people.
I’ll make an attempt to get back to this throwaway account from time to time to answer any questions.
These are the important parts of my story:
Vasectomy
Vasectomy performed in December 2022.
Surgery was normal. The beginning of the surgery and the injection of local anesthesia via needles was fairly painful. After the local anesthesia, the vasectomy surgery wasn’t bad for pain. Doctor described it as a normal surgery.
Had metal clips on the vas and a wound in the center of the scrotum when done. I preceded with normal recovery with relatively low pain. Iced some but maybe not quite as much as recommended. I felt pretty good and was cautious during recovery.
Pain after vasectomy
Had a few normal ejaculations after the prescribed waiting period but then started to experience pain later in March.
Pain During Sex
*Pressure pain at the site of the vasectomy surgery and “shooting” upwards and downwards at 45 degree angles away from the vas clips.

*Diminished orgasm *Pain in pelvic floor (tightness and some shooting pain) 

All of these pains above were exacerbated by a longer sexual session or sex twice within 48 hours.
Pain that would hit randomly through the day and not corresponding to sex:
*Shooting pelvic floor pains closer to surface
*Deep muscle pelvic floor pain further below the skin
*Prostate pains
*Pain in the nerve that starts in the prostrate but goes way up inside your body in your pelvis between your butt cheeks but more in the center of your body.
*Numbness in the shaft of the penis.
*Pain when sitting on hard chairs or floors.
These pains generally were not constant, not completely life debilitating, but essentially ruined my sex life and was persistently unpleasant.
Antibiotics and Meloxicam
I was prescribed and took Cipro and Meloxicam for a few weeks as first attempt at treatment. Taking this med I was limited physical activity due to a side effect of tendon issues. These medicines did not offer the complete solution that I was seeking and so I continued discussions with my doctor.
Physical Therapy
Viverant in Eagan, MN offers an excellent pelvic floor physical therapy. I paid for this out of pocket and over the course of several weeks was able to eliminate 95% of the deep tissue and surface level pelvic floor pain. Also this PT in combination with the meds above eliminates the numbness I had been feeling.
The PT was very insightful for me. At times when the therapist was working the nerves I could feel the pain transferring along nerve pathways and into locations that I would not have thought were connected. For example I would get nerve pain shooting from the vasectomy site crossing under the scrotum and into the opposite leg.
Reversal
The pain corresponding directly to sex had not improved and wanting to return to full health I started to pursue reversal as hopefully the last piece of the recovery.
My reversal was performed at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN by Doctor Helo. Doctor Helo is an excellent doctor and surgeon. Doctor Helo did not perform my original vasectomy which was done by a different medical group in the Twin Cities Metro. I have had excellent care and advice from doctor Helo over several years of appointments as I had consulted with her many years ago regarding a varicocele which I have opted to leave untreated.
I can’t say enough positive things about my interactions with her and her medical team.
I’ve found her to be:
Knowledgeable in the latest research in the field, thorough in listening to my symptoms, thorough in her diagnosis and explanations, able to provide an array of treatment plans, and clear about the risks and potential downsides of any recommended treatments.
The Mayo system can be a bit clunky with regard to communications, but during my actual interactions with Doctor Helo I could not have asked for better care.
THANK YOU DR. HELO!
The day of the reversal surgery I was given a med to help with the pain. It worked so well I slept during much of the surgery which apparently is a somewhat common occurrence. For cost reasons I elected for the surgery option where I would not be put under general anesthesia and I found the procedure to be tolerable. In many ways and maybe overall, I had less pain during the reversal surgery than the original vasectomy surgery. The reversal surgery is much longer (several hours) and had moments of intense pain but not as bad as I had feared.
I was behind a curtain essentially and was able to listen to music or watch a small TV. For the most part I was pretty much out of it or sleeping.
The cost of the surgery was $6,000 dollars which I paid out of pocket as my insurance would not cover it. As I recall the surgery option for being fully put under was more than double the price I paid as they must do it in a different surgery suite with additional staff.
Recovery from the Vasectomy Reversal Surgery
I had moderate to severe swelling for a week. Icing and Tylenol were frequently used per the doctor’s recovering instructions. Spent a day or two in bed sleeping. I work a non-physical job and was able to sit at a home desk for short periods a few days after my surgery. I would not recommend this surgery to anyone who must return to a physically demanding job.
Stitches always suck and are a bit of a hassle even many weeks out from the surgery. They slowly fade.
Masturbation allowed per recovery plan at two weeks. No issues with blood or anything and I am back to pre-vasectomy sensations.
With ejaculations, I experienced light pain from week 2 until week 3 just due to tenderness from surgery. This dissipated to where I am now (week 5) only feeling the slightest pains at the vas sites. I expect this to continue to improve.
Varicocele was more inflamed initially after the reversal but now is back to baseline.
For my specific recovery I have never experienced pain stronger than what a couple Tylenol could handle but I could see how someone could have stronger pain as my recovery has been going fairly smoothly!
Advice
Purchase multiple sizes and styles of jock straps. The swelling initially will require a different size than the ones you should wear for the remainder of the recovery.
Buy a grabber thing so you don’t have to reach down to the floor for things. This is especially helpful for the first couple weeks.
This recovery would be a real challenge without an understanding work situation and a supportive home partner. Taking out trash bins to the street, snow removal, grocery shopping, and any heavy lifting would be a real problem during the weeks after the surgery. Also swimming and water immersion I personally would not be comfortable with until about 5 weeks into the recovery period.
Summary
I am at week five post reversal and cautiously returning to physical activity including cardio walking and light weight lifting. If my recovery and symptoms remain as they are or continue to improve then I will absolutely have made the correct decision in treating my unlucky results of the original vasectomy. Scar tissue and closure are my long term concerns. These concerns have been addressed with a prescribed steroid as prevention.

24 year old male here. I’ve been dealing with some urinary issues for awhile. With regards to how I pee and the need to push, weak streams etc. after an orgasm several weeks back I woke up to about half my penis feeling almost entirely numb, at times it would radiate to my entire penis and it would just feel like it was missing. The pain and discomfort was so unbearable at first.
…. Two ER visits two urologists, and one neurosurgeon Later. Most doctors did absolutely nothing. The best I got was my main Urologist telling me that it was possible a very small cyst inside my scrotum was pinching a nerve but I find that to be at best only partially responsible for the overall issue. Other than that he said my penis and scrotum feel healthy. Despite that I have a continuing pain in my pelvic region and after several weeks I’ve had a fluctuation of symptoms but the numbness in my penis remains. At times getting better throughout the day but still having issues.
I was prescribed gabipenton to help with the nerve pain. And cialis but I haven’t taken that, I realized that arousal seems to make it worse. On the flip side when I get hard but am not aroused like a morning wood, it remains numb but can become erect I’ll be it with some discomfort. After some research I came across this forum and it’s starting to correlate with what I’m experiencing in a lot of different ways which is what lead me to reach out on here.
I see alot of people on here discussing this being An ongoing issue for years and years and it’s sort of sending me into panic mode because I can’t feel half my penis and most doctors are basically shrugging there shoulders and sending me on my way
I suppose I’m just trying to ask if what I describe sounds like it could be related to my pelvic floor. After dealing with this issue for awhile ide really like to be optimistic but some of the posts on here make it feel like some of this is either permanent or is a very very slow and uncertain process, which I cannot lie scares me… especially at such a critical time in my life

Several friends told me that it was super easy, quick painless etc. I thought it would be. I don’t have an issue with blood draws, dentists or other simple procedures.
So I went to the gym first, had a good lift, ran 3 miles, rinsed off, popped the 1 valium they prescribed me and went straight to the procedure. In my head I’m thinking I’m taking the next week off so get a good workout in. Procedure fucking sucked. Apparently all that exercise tenses everything up down there so the urologist is down there yanking pretty fucking hard on the vas. When they inject the local anesthetic your balls swell and it fucking hurts. So I’m pretty tense and I can’t help but clench and that pulls the vas too. It took 45 min to snip both and it was not easy or painless. I was breathing like a woman in labor, with my eyes and teeth clenched.
They left the room and told me to get dressed. I took a moment and steadied myself, glanced in the tin and saw the 2 lengths of vas that they cut out. They looked like 1.5cm lengths of pink/gray fleshy coffee straws. I put the jock strap on and went for the after care talk.
“No sex for a week, take it easy and ice for at least 2 days. Light stuff after that is ok.”
Well no sex means bjs are ok right? I have a 3 year old and a newborn(reason for the procedure.). So I only got to ice for a few hours on day 1 and a few hours in the morning of day 2. I constantly have to pick up my 3 year old and newborn. Not usually an issue but all those muscles put strain down there. I was pretty swollen. My balls felt like they were clanging together. If I sat it would feel like I was sitting on my own swollen balls. Day 3 things were going a little better. The incision was small with 1 visible stitch but behind the incision it felt like a 3rd swollen testicle. Super tender and a lumpy mass. I think they stitch the scrotum up like a hacky sack, all the stitching is on the inside.
Day 4 I go to the gym again. Upper body lift and 1-mile run. Trying to take it easy. The run hurt. Day 5 I decided to go skiing. They said take it easy, well skiing is easy for me. Ow. It’s spring in the PNW and conditions were rough. Poor coverage on cascade concrete. I felt every bump.
1 week after I’m getting new inflammation on all the plumbing of the right nut. dull ache. I finally decided to chill. Over the 2nd week i was diligent with anti inflammatory meds and that helped a lot.
Week 3 we go on a family ski vacation. I was skiing with my 3 year old which means carrying him and a ton of gear all day. By now I thought I was going to be good. Swelling has gone down, the stitches are dissolving as expected, a little puss from incision as expected. Day 3 of the ski trip my left side has new inflammation. I think it was a sperm granuloma. All the plumbing of the left side is super swollen including a very firm mass. That took 3 days to fade and again I felt every bump while skiing.
Week 4, stitches are gone but the incision hole is pretty tender. There’s a dime sized swelling behind the incision. Pretty much back to normal now.
Anyway I’m fine. I did everything I wasn’t supposed to do. I barely iced and didn’t wear the strap passed day 2. I did keep skiing through the pain but I definitely extended my recovery time. I’m week 5 now. Week 8 is the confirmation.

There is a man, or more so a creature, that stands on the edge of reality. He would always appear in your peripheral vision, always remaining out of focus. He was the watcher.
He was a chubby, pale creature not much was known about him in our local lore. He always carried around an umbrella; the kids theorized he was a vampire. Some said they would spot him with the most beautiful butterfly ever seen on his hand. The stories always ended the same way. Once he was seen and the person took a double take at him, he would be gone. No reason ,no purpose to his existence.
Many feared the watcher; some said he was a peaceful being. I always found the stories childish and stupid. I thought people were just begging for attention by telling them. That was, of course, until I was 17 years old.
At the time, I was in 11th grade and living in a small town in Oregon. It was an ordinary sunny day. I got onto the school bus and was instantly hit in the face by a paper ball. It came from my best friend Tyler.
“Fuck you, Tyler,” I said as he chuckled.
“When,” he responded sarcastically.
“When I'm done with your mom, bitch,” we both laughed.
I sat next to Tyler and he started telling me about how he was going to ask out Sara after 4th period today. I told him, as the great friend I am, that she was going to reject him and he was stupid.
“4th period is PE, bro. You're going to be musty as hell.”
“Well, she will get the natural Tye.”
“I don’t think she wants that, bro.” I responded. “Plus she has a lot going on man. She found a homeless guy OD’d on her porch like 3 days ago. That type of shit is traumatizing man.”
She tried to resuscitate the man when she found him. He threw up blood on her and then died. His blood was stained on her hands and arms for days.
“I’ve talked to her since then she seems fine” Tyler confidently said
“What ever bro ,just seems like horrible timing. With dead bodies and your gonna be smelling like one after a whole period of basketball ,Ik your ass don’t wear no deodorant”
He punched me in the shoulder and told me to stop being a hater. He punched me pretty hard. I turned towards the bus window and just looked out and watched as we passed. I was always fascinated watching objects as we passed them by in a moving vehicle. The whole world blurred. I felt as if I was in a rocket ship passing through the world. At times I would imagine there was a monster running alongside, but of course, I knew monsters weren’t real. Well, I thought they weren’t.
As we continued to drive, we turned onto a long road. The last road before school. We drove on this road for about 15 minutes. It was a long, straight, and narrow road. No turns, no curves. Completely surrounded by trees on all sides. These were huge trees. They were so tall they created a sort of canopy over the road from where their tops touched over the road.
This road scared me. Even as an older teen, I would get freaked out about this road. I imagined what would happen if we broke down. There was no service out here on phones. My mind would then wander and scare myself. I convinced myself if we broke down people that lived in the woods would come and hunt us down. I probably just watched “The Wrong Turn” too many times.
After driving about halfway down the road and me still staring out the window is when I saw something out of the corner of my eye up ahead. It looked like a black blob from a distance. As we got closer, I noticed it was holding something. An umbrella. I turned to get Tye’s attention.
“Bro, look,” I pointed up ahead.
“What am I looking at?”
“The watcher.”
“There is nothing there, dude, you're crazy.”
I turned around and looked, and there was nothing where I saw him. I thought maybe I convinced myself I saw something that wasn’t there. It did make sense. I was already freaked out about that road, and I recently overheard kids talking about him. So I calmed myself down. As I did, it started raining, which was weird because it had been completely sunny with no signs of bad weather. The bus pulled into the school and we all went about our day.
After school ended, I got back on the bus. There was a weird energy in the bus. Seats which are usually full of life and loud teenagers cussing and screaming were now filled with frowning, gloomy, soulless-looking kids. As Tye got on the bus, he shared the same expression as the other kids. I asked him what was going on.
“After gym, when I went to go meet with Sara, she never showed up.”
“That’s it? The whole bus is sad because you got stood up?”
“No, let me finish, you idiot. She never showed up to meet me. She never showed up to 5th period. The school called her parents and she isn’t home. Mr. Keller (our principal) checked the security cameras; she went to her locker, grabbed everything out of it, and put an object wrapped in a garbage bag into it then left the school. Like she just walked out the front door, went down that creepy fucking road, and just vanished into the woods. When they went to check her locker, all that was in there was a torn-up trash bag with an umbrella inside.”
When he said the umbrella, my heart dropped, and I felt a type of fear I never felt before. Something in me told me to look out the window. We were now on that road. It was storming heavily. Winds were shifting the bus. All I saw was water hitting the window. I couldn’t even respond to Tyler. I was at a loss for words. Suddenly, I heard a loud screech and was thrust into the seat in front of me. Tyler landing on top of my lap. We all looked up to see why Mrs. Patterson slammed on the brakes so suddenly. There was Sara. Standing in the middle of the road. She was pale, emotionless, just standing there in the storm not moving a muscle. I looked back towards my side window and as I did, the rain stopped, and the most beautiful blue butterfly I had ever seen landed on the window. He wasn’t just watching anymore.
The butterfly flew away and haphazardly drifted in the winds towards the tree-line. That’s when I noticed the trees were shaking as if something large was coming. Time stood still ,I then felt the embodiment of dread. He appeared out of the tree and reached his hand out ,straight and stiff as a cadaver. The butterfly landed on the back of his hand as he stroke down the side of his umbrella. I finally got a clear look of him. He was grotesque ,extremely pale ,and obese human looking creature. He had a face the resembled a baby ,but with solid pale blue beady eyes. He had no noise and a long crooked smile that stretched around his entire face. He wore a dark black trench coat.
The rain had now stopped ,the sun was now up and the heat beat was beating on us through the windows. In an instant it from a hurricane to the sky being complete clear accept the rain continued over him. He had a dark cloud over his head ,even on a sunny day. What must of been merely seconds felt like an eternity. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I swear I must of blinked ,but in that fraction of a second he was gone. I don’t know if anyone else noticed him ,but I did. I was disturbed. I looked back to the front of the bus and I saw Mrs. Patterson walking back in with Sara. She looked normal. She was confused and claimed to not rember anything. She just blacked out and woke up here.
I was afraid to ask anyone if they saw him. I still am ,but I know what I saw. I am not crazy. We all continued home normally. All the other kids were trying to get information from Sara. I sat quiet with my head buried into the seat in front of me. I was too afraid to even catch a glimpse out of the window. I went home and told my mother everything that happened with Sara that day. I did not mention him. I was too afraid to even say his name. I didn’t want to think about him ,but he engraved himself into my thoughts. Every thought I had he found himself sneaking in. I was afraid to look out of windows. I was afraid to look into mirrors. I was a nervous wreck. The school concluded Sara had an anxiety attack. I didn’t buy that for one second.
As some time passed and no sightings happened and stories about him were slowly weeded out of life. We were young adults becoming real adults. I don’t know what I saw ,but as months went by I was able to return to my normal mental state. Ty and Sara were dating through all this. Ty invited me to his house for a dinner with him and Sara. His mom was a fantastic cook ,so I obliged knowing I’d have to third wheel. We all arrived around 7:00 PM. His mom cooked shrimp scampi. We were all eating joking and having a good time. Until out of no wheres Sara stood up. She twitched her eyes turned a solid blue pale.
“Do you love me Ty” she asked in a deep raspy almost shout.
“Of of of course I do” Tyler muttered nervously. His voice was felt with fear.
“You have one chance to confess your sins” Sara demanded. Her voice turning deeper. “5……4……3”
“Baby ,what are you talking about” Tyler was able to say in a deflating tone.
Sara kept counting “2….1……you had your chance to confess your sins to the messenger. He knows. I know. And now she knows. He is always watching “
Sara then proceeded to grab a fork from the table and plunge it at her face. Right before the moment the fork made contact with eye ,her eyes flickered back to normal. Blood splattered all over Tyler. Tyler’s parents rushed Sara to the nearest hospital. She refused to see Tyler or let him near her. She got security to escort him out of the hospital.
“Man i don’t know what is happening” Tyler cried to me on the ride home. “She snapped”
I didn’t know what to say. I patted him on the shoulder and looked out the window. My stomach dropped. There was a blue butterfly on the glass of the window. I heard Ty’s mom scream.
SKRRRT
I woke up upside down ,everything was fuzzy ,all I could smell and taste was smoke. There was blood. A lot of blood. I don’t know if it was mine or not. I turned to see Tyler with the same blue eyes as I seen Sara and him with before. I looked out through the broken glass and saw what I saw months ago. Him ,watching. The same smile. The same pose. Stroking his umbrella with the butterfly on his hand. I passed out.
When I woke up I saw the inside of a hospital room. I later found out that the blood from before wasn’t mine. It was Tyler’s. His mom said a man just appeared in the road. She could only describe him as pale and overweight. I large piece of glass that shattered from the impact flew into Tyler’s groin area. Slicing his scrotum in half. He was put into a wheelchair.
Now this is where I must confess my sins. When I woke up I saw a hospital room. I was not inside said hospital room. I was trapped and was going to die in the accident ,but he saved me. He explained everything to me. He is The Watcher. He is always Watching. He knows are sins. Sara actually saw that homeless man before that. He begged and begged for her to call 911. She locked the door out of fear and did nothing to save him. She did not make any sort of contact until her was already dead. She saw everything. That’s why she lost her eyes. Unfortunately ,that wasn’t any ordinary homeless man. He was a messenger. He has dozens of them everywhere watching and relaying info back to him. You become a messenger by coming in contact with the blood of one. Sara became one. She gave Tyler the chance to confess his sins. Tyler was unfaithful. So ,he lost his penis. The watcher showed Sara every woman Tyler has sex with. When her eyes flickered the messenger took over that’s all she could see. Her blood splattered on Tyler. So when the car accident occurred and his blood got on me I became one. He took me to where he lives. I got to confess my sins and make them right. All those months ago when I saw him. I should have said something. I should have warned people. I let my fear consume me. This is my repentance. He is coming. More of us are coming everyday. Save yourself and confess to him. My sins were my cocoon. I have freed from them like many others have not and become his butterfly. I am him. He is us. We are always watching.

Yes, I know it's hard to get, but why? Why would anybody want to eat the unlaid eggs from inside a sturgeon? What's the difference between that and if I sold the gristle from the inside of the scrotum of a kangaroo for $1,000,000? Ok, maybe its hard to get, but What's the appeal?

Hey Guys.
Like most people here, I'm in the process of getting cured of TC.
Already did radical unilateral orchiectomy, so lefty is gone (I anyway didn't like him so good riddance), and I'm about to get a PET CT to see if RPLND is an option as a next step.
Anyway, I divagate.
I have a peculiar question about your Post orchiectomy experience.
I had a drainage tube inserted in my ballsack for 3 days after surgery, and it was (allegedly) removed by a nurse.
After getting home about 4 days post-op, I palpated my left ball(or lack there off), and felt that it was hard to touch and somrthing inside it. After reading about it on the internet, I concluded that it was a hematoma, and that it would go away on its oen in a week or two.
Now, fastforward to today, two weeks post-op, the hard thing is indeed gone - for the most part.
However.
While the big clump of coagulated blood is gone, now I can CLEARLY feel the shape of a tube inside my scrotum, that can also be felt when palpating the area between the left side of the scrotum and the inguinal area. I think it goes on the path of the former spermatic cord.
Right now, my question for you is - do you think it could just be a hematoma that will go away, and did you experience something similar after orchiectomy? Or, is a drainage tube supposed to be left in there? My doctor didn's any anything about that.
I am a bit hesitant to text my doctor about this at the moment, he is the best urologist in my city and with that comes a huge ego that will not allow him to even consider it, and probably make fun of me.

hi! i booked an appointment with my vet to neuter my two year old cat - it's for next week.
they sent me an estimate tonight that would be $500-700 dollars and are calling it a cryptorchid neuter - and the most expensive thing on the bill is the "feline cryptorchid" which is like $357
now - i googled this and it seems to be for when a testicle hasn't descended, but, both of his definitely have.
when i call in the morning to go over this - should i tell them that?
is this it just a case of wrong thing put into the system or am i just incorrect and this is something he'd need to have done - his whole like scrotum is fully out so like it's not inside that i can guess.

The overwhelming silence of this place draws me in like a siren. For a while I stupor in the stall because I let my mind wander through the quiet. How foolish of me! The air around me was abruptly violated a tell-tale stomping; Its shoes stomp with incredible confidence and mechanical precision, driven from the back seat by a mind only capable of caring for sports and beer; A man. He brashly opens his own stall with the quick swipe of his hand, casting a grating screech from the hinges. There is not a single drop of civilization or femininity in him. He stumbles onto the toilet and immediately lets forth a torrent of shit from his likely unshaven buttocks. Microscopic particles of fecal matter erupt into the air. They pinball across the room in a matter of seconds, shoved by the unknowing and uncaring clatter of countless air molecules. A few hundred of them pierce my nose. Now I know it is time to leave. I carefully open my stall door, and peek out to make sure the coast is clear. Oh me. The tranny, while at least giving me the mercy of only seeing his hairy ankles below the stall door, audibly yanks his panties up his legs, proud that our only expressions of femininity will be stolen and appropriated for his own cargo-cult version of womanhood. He must shove his scrotum back inside the underwear to show that he's willing to violate the will of God (who is a woman, by the way), unlike us wombyxn who are willing to accept the course of nature, leaving one of our labia-flaps hanging out no matter how it makes us feel. I watch him leave his stall, visit the sinks (briefly as possible, ugh) before marching to the doorway, like a warrior celebrating his victory in battle. His hair drapes pathetically over his hunched and broad back, before I never have to see him again. Thank God.