As Scouts, my best friend and I had the misfortune to camp, along with the rest of our troop, at a place that was crawling with ticks. We did our best to brush them off when we felt them, but we knew we'd have ticks on us anyway, by the end of the day.
You can't pull out an embedded tick, by the way...its head will break off and stay inside you, and then you've got another problem.
Just before bedtime, at the campfire, the Scoutmaster told us what we needed to do, and said, "You can act like little boys about it, or you can get it done because it needs to be done." He told us to get naked in our tents, use flashlights on each other to find the ticks, then carefully light matches and blow them out, then put the hot match heads on the ticks and get them to back out, then kill the tick between two fingernails...being careful, of course, not to put the hot match head on the other guy. An alternative was to smear ointment on the tick and wait a few minutes for it to back out.
"Get it done," he repeated. "These things carry diseases,"
In the tent, my friend Robbie said "I'll go first," and stripped down. I had never seen him naked before. Neither one of us had all our pubic hair yet, but he had a little more than me, at that point. Robbie sighed and said, "Find 'em and burn 'em."
He did have a lot of ticks, and you can guess where most of the little bastards had gone...onto his lower back, hips, lower belly, and yes, there were a few on his scrotum. (None on his dick, I was grateful to see. I couldn't even make myself check his anus...I don't think I could have handled that (literally), though I was also guessing that he would have been able to feel one there.)
Keeping the flashlight on him, I lit matches and forced out the ticks on his back, then on his hips. He couldn't quite keep still, and I burned him once by accident, so after yelping he said, "Just keep it still. You know what he said, get it done." So I actually had to hold his hip in place while I took out a couple more.
Then it was time to get the ticks off his lower belly. He searched through his pubic hair while I held the light on him, and found another one. Finally, it was time to get the three ticks off his scrotum. I started to light another match, and Robbie said, "Parker, there is no way you're going to put a match to my balls." He couldn't do it himself, either...he didn't have line of sight on the underside of his nutsack.
So saying some things that probably weren't in the Scout Code, I got out the disinfectant ointment, and hardly believing it, started smearing ointment on the three sites on his scrotum with ticks. He was probably as embarrassed as I was, but both of us decided to be stoic about it.
Then it was my turn. At least Robbie got dressed again before I stripped, and then he searched me with the flashlight. I had even more than he did, most of them in the same areas, and I had to deal with him dabbing ointment on my nuts to get the couple of ticks embedded there.
In case you're wondering, neither one of us got hard while all this was going on, and there was never even the possibility that one of us would ask for a little stroking, after it was all over. I never saw him naked again. We never talked about this afterward, but I bet he still remembers it.