Obent's Scrotal Self Examination
by tannim
March 18, 2012

	Obent groaned and blinked himself awake.  It was still too early to be up, not even light out, but he had to feed his captives.  They may not have had free will anymore, but they still had to eat.  Thankfully it wasn't as much of a chore as it would be for many people.  All he had to do was tell one of the husks to feed them all and go back to bed.  It was a pity they only remembered orders for so long before they needed to have them repeated.

	The sheep scratched his ass on his way to his stable, then darted into the bathroom when he realized how badly he had to pee.  He didn't hesitate as he flipped up the lid and relaxed his bladder.  Hesitation would have delayed him too much and they really did need to be fed at about the same time.

	The stream flowed and with it the annoying realization of his morning wood as it sprayed over the wall.  His sleep fogged mind took a few seconds to make him cut off the flow and he grumbled in annoyance.  The rest would have to wait until his erection went down again.

	Still needing to go, though not unbearably, Obent hurried out again until the the stable greeted him.  The dozens of animals, sentient or otherwise, that stood patiently in their stalls stared at him.  He was the focus of everything to them and they had made him a lot of money by wanting to please him.  Having to feed them was worth it.  It also gave him time for his wood to go down.

	"Bahh... I guess you'll do." He chose a large otter, his equal in size and body mass, and pointed to the food storage room. "Feed yourself some fish.  Then feed the others what is listed on their feed list.  Be quick about it and give them exactly the amount listed next to the food type.  When you're finished, get back to your stall."

	The otter stared a moment, then hurried off at a run to do as told.  Obent left without worrying about whether or not his pet understood, they generally did anyway.  He was more worried about draining his bladder still and annoyed to see his erection was still as full as before.  A quick smirk crossed his ovine muzzle.  No need to use the bathroom when he had a whole yard with trees and bushes.

	Not even a minute later he sagged in relief with a strong stream of yellow making a fountain into the air near a bush.  The sheep slumped back when it tapered off and found himself sitting on a tree stump, marveling at how just letting it flow could feel almost as good as an orgasm when you had to go bad enough.

	Obent yawned and was glad he'd bumped into the old stump instead of falling, at least until his low hanging scrotum poked against a sharp bit of bark when he shifted a leg.  His hands jerked down to cup his balls and he just looked up at the sky until that initial sting went away.  It only took a few seconds but the memory took longer.

	The tired sheep stretched, then decided to see the damage.  He closed one eye and stared into his imagination before merging the light he made himself see into the real world he really did see.  Magic was a wonderful thing, he thought.

	He leaned over with both heavy testicles cupped in his hands, trying to see as well as feel where the sting had occurred.  When he saw it was nothing serious, just a small red bump that would go away soon enough, he shook his head.  Have to be careful with those eggs of his.

	Obent was about to let go of them when he remembered something else.  Testicular cancer.  Since he was already fondling them down there, he may as well check for lumps.  Even magic couldn't protect from hidden threats, after all.

	Taking it one at a time, he started with his slightly smaller right testicle.  Obent isolated it in his right hand before squeezing around it's surface with his thumb to feel for lumps.  It was a little uncomfortable pressing against the nut, but a very little bit of discomfort was a far better thing than having to lose it later if there really was a lump growing in it.

	He was thorough with his checking, working his thumb as well as his fingers around it, then pressing a bit more firmly into the meat of the testicle itself.  There was a bit more pressure than was comfortable to it, but it wasn't painful at all.  A bump that clearly wasn't part of his normal anatomy made him frown, but he kept going, then moved onto the other nut, making a mental note of that bump for later.

	Obent let go of the right nut to pick up the left.  His long loose low hanging scrotum made isolating each of his nuts very simple, but their size meant he had to push in deeper too.  There was a bit of discomfort with that massage but it wasn't much of anything.  Just bumping something against them would have hurt far worse and exploring their surface brought him very interesting thoughts of draining them too.  

	The ram's sheath widened above his hand as his manhood swelled within.  Its narrow tip soon peeked out and the somewhat thicker shaft slid out after it, begging for attention.  Obent ignored it completely despite the natural urge to give it a feel.

	He found nothing while exploring the rest of his testicle.  There was nothing bad on it or in it, no lumps or distressing oddities like there had been on the first and he stopped the deeper squeeze to simply enjoy feeling the weight and softness of his balls for a while.  At last though, he just sat back and and enjoyed feeling his erection swaying in the wind to his heartbeat.

	"I guess it's a good thing I checked.  That lump has got to go." He took a deep breath and looked down at his deadly nut then cupped it in one hand and grasped his swollen sheepish dick in the other. "You may have to go... but I can give you one more night of use before I get you looked at tomorrow."