Kinda apples and oranges, but both are sharp, short, piercing, “internal” pains. Squished testes actually convey the pain upward and inward, and one feels it along the urinary tract. It isn’t just localized to the testis itself…
You know the flaming pain you get when you swig a soda, burp, and get carbonation in the nose? I think that may be the closest comparison.
How does this happen? Before I sit on a toilet, the seat is already down and parked on the porcelain bowl. If I wanted to trap my man-grapes under the seat, I’d have to fly in formation, with my butt following the seat as it descends to the bowl.
I asked that myself and she said it just did. I think they have the open front and it slid in sideways? He may have been getting ready for a shower and not using the stool. Like I said earlier, she doesn’t give much info where the residents are concerned.
Ah, okay. Fortunately it doesn’t happen to all women, but our periods can cause stabbing pain in the rectum (I’m pretty sure there’s a typo in the third to last sentence: surely they mean “near”, not “in”), so I sort of get how pain originating in the genitals could spread through the lower abdomen in guys too.
Thanks for info; that helps. (I’ve certainly seen the equipment often enough – I used to hang around with casual nudists – but I wasn’t paying attention to how it moves when sitting down.)
– I’m trying to remember whether I once sat on a sidesaddle, or saw somebody doing so. As I remember it, the horn doesn’t wind up in one’s crotch; it’s more like hooking a knee over it.
So, anyone ever get caught in the zipper?
Aye, but only once, thank Ghu. Owie.
ETA: last 30 years, I wear button-fly trousies
Referred pain
Again, referred pain. I liked to describe my period pain as someone reaching their arm into my ass up to their elbow and twisting as they dragged my intestines out. I can remember more than one abdominal inflation that left just enough neutral gas in my gut to make it feel like they were prying my shoulder blades off with a butter knife as the bubbles hit the underside of my diaphragm.
Glad I have mesh after my hysterectomy, I do not want a prolapsed anything!
As a longtime emergency doctor, I have only seen two zipper injuries. But I’ve seen FAR worse. The saddest words in the English language aren’t Tinker to Evers to Chance. They are radish slicer. Vacuum cleaner. Metal ring. Expanding foam.
There’s no way a reasonable set of balls is going to survive being sat upon. 
Now, some men are rumored to have balls of steel. Then it might just be a polishing strategy for them.
I have squished them from time to time. As described in thread the balls can, with the right combination of underwear and sitting technique, be squished uncomfortably when sitting down. For me it usually happens when jumping into the car to fast.
Can you elaborate? I’m not into gore but curious how bad shit happens. 
Steel bushing, too small/
Tried cutoff wheel to remove/
Fournier’s gangrene/
Whoa, you enter through the open window, right?!
On second read, I see I misunderstood. You enter the car quickly in order to not eat?!
At all times I have an abiding subconscious awareness of where my equipment is, and how to protect it. I refuse to believe anyone doesn’t, and I believe the “and I oop” thing was 100% comic stagery.
Please don’t. If you can’t think it through, then Google it.
I’m more concerned about stepping on my own penis.
Throw it over your shoulder.
I can’t parse this for shit. Lil’ help?