I've had it on my nutsack too, to confirm the diagnosis of congenital (haha) testicular torsion.
My experience wasn't as pleasant as hippy's. It felt like the procedure was being carried out in a cleaning cupboard, people kept popping into the room to get supplies, and the bloke massaging my balls with blue gel and a lump of plastic wasn't even looking at the screen for half of the 15 minutes or so that it went on.
I've had it on my nutsack too, to confirm the diagnosis of congenital (haha) testicular torsion.
My experience wasn't as pleasant as hippy's. It felt like the procedure was being carried out in a cleaning cupboard, people kept popping into the room to get supplies, and the bloke massaging my balls with blue gel and a lump of plastic wasn't even looking at the screen for half of the 15 minutes or so that it went on.
I felt violated, but otherwise disturbed.