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Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Good Doctor: Kamran's Lesson

Sorry for the delay; I will be publishing more frequently in 2017! Happy New Year :)

It was literally a dark and stormy night as a brisk wind and lashing rain whipped through the well-manicured landscaping of Chrysanthemum Heights, a tony subdivision lined with posh two-story Colonials.  The gas coach light at the end of the driveway of 47 Blossoming Chrysanthemum Lane cast a ghostly orange glow on the sleek black Tesla sedan parked in the driveway.

In a back bedroom of the home, the sound of the brewing storm was barely audible amongst the heavy wood paneled walls.  August leather bound tomes and the entire Gray’s Anatomy lined the inlaid bookshelves and a warm yellow glow shone down from recess lightning onto the only furniture in the room; a small wooden chair with an elongated seat and a small oak table filled with various seemingly out of place woodworking tools.  

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”  came Dr. Joel Paulson’s deep, reassuring voice as he made his way down the hallway followed by two sets of footsteps.

“Hell yeah, I’m ready.” he was answered by a husky voice.

It was Kamran Van Kirk, a student in his early 20s, who was being closely followed by his genetics professor, Zach Norris.  Kamran was a five foot nine, muscular jock with piercing blue eyes and a svelte perfectly sculpted body, the most obvious crown jewel of which was his over-stuffed crotch.  Zach was a 30 year old ostensibly preppy graduate student who was slightly taller and beefier than Kamran though not nearly as well-defined as the handsome student he was escorting down the hallway.

“No safe words,” Zach whispered in Kamran’s ear as he guided him down the hall.

Kamran smiled broadly as he felt Zach’s slacks-clad, rock hard cock press into his back.

When Kamran, Zach and Dr. Joel Paulson made it to the bedroom, Dr. Paulson and Zach stopped at the threshold as Kamran continued into the room.  The handsome jock took a seat, his legs spread wide and his hands clasped casually together behind his head and his youthful eyes locked on the two men who were about to become his tormentors.  Joel took a moment to soak in the scene of Kamran willing sitting in the same chair where Zach had crushed a rugby stud’s only nut with his bare hands.  Kamran had cut his hair since the Zach had seen him earlier in the week and it was now in a neat crew cut, in contrast his facial hair which had grown into an uncharacteristic, rough stubble.

Dr. Paulson stepped into the room stopping only when he was standing between Kamran’s spread legs.  The handsome doctor slowly unbuttoned his shirt, casting it aside to reveal a set of abs that gave even young Kamran a run for his money.  Kamran’s eyes lit up when he caught the outline of Dr. Paulson’s massive, swelling cock snaking down his trousers.

“So, Mr. Van Kirk, I’ve heard you’ve got some pretty tough nuts,”
Dr. Paulson dropped to his knees and, without fanfare, drew his fist back and sent it sailing between Kamran’s legs again and again and again.

“Ooph,”  Kamran willed himself to keep his legs spread as Dr. Paulson’s fist sank into his over stuffed crotch over and over, landing with soft ‘thuds’.

His restrictively tight blue jeans kept his entire sexual package within easy firing range of Dr. Paulson’s fists and Dr. Paulson could actually see -- and feel -- the lumpy bulge deforming under his fist with each blow.


Zach stepped behind Dr. Paulson so that he could get a front row seat to the devastating blows being delivered to Kamran’s crotch.

“Oh, Joel. That’s so hot,”  Zach said as he mindlessly rubbed the growing bulge in the front of his own slacks.

Joels’ fists were plowing into Kamran’s defenseless crotch with reckless abandon and despite the fact Joel was throwing everything his five foot ten, entirely-muscular frame had into each punch, Kamran only let out mild grunts, not even trying to close his legs.  Joel had made several jocks squeal soprano -- literally and figuratively -- with this caliber of punching and here was Kamran grinning, hands casually behind his head all but begging for more.


“Oooh fuck! Fuck!”

Kamran doubled over, clutching his swollen nuts with his hands and closed his knees after Joel landed a particularly devastating blow to the jock’s beefy left nut.  

Kamran’s shift from cool and collected to screaming and holding his junk was so sudden that it almost caught Joel off guard.

“Move your hands, bitch!”   Dr. Paulson scowled.

Meanwhile, like clockwork, Zach had swooped behind Kamran and had grabbed ahold of his thighs, forcing Kamran’s legs to be spread wide despite Kamran’s best autonomic efforts to close them.

“Fuck him up!” Zach screamed as if Joel needed any prompting.


Joel plowed his fists over and over into Kamran’s crotch, pushing the jock’s still-cradled hands into his bulge, effectively causing the big dumb jock to crack his own eggs.

“Oooh!”  Kamran screamed

Kamran, despite his brain’s strongest desire to do whatever it took to protect his family tree, threw his arms behind his back and clasped them tightly together.


Joel pounded his fists again and again into Kamran’s swelling nuts for several minutes, finally eliciting the high-pitch screams he loved to hear.

“What do you say we see what we’re really working with here?”

Joel’s question was more of a statement as he roughly unbuttoned Kamran’s jeans and pulled them to his ankles revealing his jock-strap clad bulge.  Joel gasped at the sight.

Kamran’s kiwi-sized nuts were barely contained within the thin fabric and were literally overflowing from the pouch, their usually pale skin turning a bright red. His cock was sticking several inches above the waistband and was oozing precum, though even at at least nine inches, Joel could tell Kamran’s semi-hard rod still had room to grow.

“Well, well, well this is a site,”

Joel took a moment to clasp Kamran’s large right nut in his hand, bouncing the heavy thing as if he was examining a piece of fruit at the supermarket.  Kamran moaned softly as Joel increased his grip ever slightly on the trapped organ.  Joel had seen some large testicles, but Kamran’s were easily the biggest, firmest, beefiest specimens he had ever laid eyes on personally and the good doctor was more than happy to push them well beyond their endurance limits.

Joel expertly timed his examination of Kamran’s testicles to give the young man enough time to recover from the previous round of blows - after all he didn’t want the night to end too quickly.   Zach for his part, was steadfastly holding Kamran’s legs open from behind, waiting to see what Dr. Paulson was going to unleash next.

Joel released Kamran’s nut just as the windows rattled from a roar of thunder followed immediately by a loud boom in the distance.  The lights in the bedroom flickered for a fraction of a second; long enough for the three men to disappear momentarily into the darkness.

The brief excitement hardly stopped Joel, who sauntered over to the table and produced a mallet with a large, red rubber head and long wooden handle. Kamran’s eyes widened in an erotic blend of panic and glee and his now rock-hard cock started to leak precum. As Joel approached the captive stud, a sticky sheen of precum was forming on the front of his stuffed jock and Joel could see the outline of his swollen, huge nuts even more clearly.  Without thinking, Joel held the mallet between his teeth by its handle, kneeled down and grasped Kamran’s underwear with both hands.  Kamran squealed in anticipation but was surprised when he found out he wasn’t reaching to crush his nuts, but violently rip off his underwear instead. White bits of fabric and elastic flew through the air as Kamran’s jock was shredded and tossed aside into an unrecognizable heap and without the limited support the jockstrap offered, Kamran’s large, swollen nuts fumbled forward onto the seat of the chair.

“Now Kamran,” Joel started as he retook the mallet into his hand, “... this is probably going to really hurt...”
Kamran had barely processed the words before the mallet had crunched his poor nuts into the unyielding seat eliciting a hysterical high-pitched squeal.  Joel’s cock twitched in his pants as he unceremoniously sent the heavy mallet down thrice more, each time compressing Kamran’s tough spuds to half their usual girth.  


Kamran’s nuts were pounded nearly flat two more times so violently that Joel could feel the reverberation through his powerful bicep.  The young man’s balls were turning purplish red and were still swelling despite the fact his cock, which was now fully hard and just shy of a foot long, pulsed and pointed straight up.  Kamran was sweating and moaning, but despite the fact his hands weren’t bound, kept them obediently behind his back.  The site was too much for Joel who threw down the mallet, opened his mouth as wide as he could, and plunged down on Kamran’s girthy cock.


Kamran screamed in pleasure as he felt the tip of his cock hit -- and then handedly pass -- the back of Joel’s throat.  The good doctor’s throat felt like warm, wet velvet as he expertly went down on every inch of Kamran’s rock hard cock much to the delight of Zach who was watching the whole episode up close.  Joel’s throat was comically bulged as Kamran’s dick ravished but Joel only moaned in pleasure as he slyly reached forward and grasped Kamran’s nuts, one in each hand, though it was hardly noticed by Kamran whose head was now leaned back and his eyes were nearly crossed in absolute pleasure.

WIth his mouth still full of jock cock, Joel winked at Zach and it was all the signal Zach needed to secure his grip on Kamran’s strong legs in case the Kamran dared to close his legs for what came next...

“Ooooh shit!” Kamran bellowed, his ecstasy was instantly broken as Joel squeezed his hands shut as hard as he could around his balls.

Joel smiled wickedly as he looked up to see Kamran’s eyes crossing as his balls were ruthlessly compressed.  The precious orbs were being compressed so hard they were rock hard, a fraction of their normal size, and so tightly squeezed they felt like they might burst right in Joel’s hands but Kamran’s cock remained rock hard and firmly planted in Joel’s throat.

“Oooh! Oooh!”  

The beefy stud was writhing as best he could and was grabbing desperately at Joel’s hair in a vain attempt to pull him off but it was no use.  He could feel Joel’s rough hands digging into the core of his battered, swollen nuts and for the first time in his life Kamran felt the genuine fear of losing one of his balls of steel.

“Please! Please!”  

Kamran was sobbing and Joel could feel the preppy jock’s enormous cock starting to deflate in his throat, which he expertly adjusted to by working his throat muscles similar to a swallowing motion.  The stimulation was too much for Kamran and -- in spite of the fact his normally kiwi-sized nuts were each compressed to less than half their size and decreasing -- his semi-hard cock squirted a truly epic load.  For the first time in his sex-crazed life, Joel was literally unprepared for the volume and force of Kamran’s cumshot and the good doctor nearly gagged as he felt his insides being violently flooded with Kamran’s thick stud juice.  Joel tried desperately to swallow every drop whilst not letting up on the crushing he was delivering to Kamran’s nuts, but after the sixth spurt he couldn’t keep up and had no choice but to abandon the effort, pulling up and away from Kamran’s cock just in time to be shot point blank by several more streams of gooey jizz.

“Holy fuck!”  Zach gasped as he caught site of Joel’s face.

The handsome doctor’s face was literally dripping with cum, both eyes plastered totally shut, but Kamran was still squirting.  Undeterred, Joel felt blindly for the mallet, grabbed it and sent it down into Kamran’s spasming nuts.


“Oooh! Please!”

Kamran’s tear-stained faced was wracked in agony as his emptying nuts were pounded mercilessly into the chair. His cock was giving off its final volleys of cum as Joel wiped the cum from his eyes in order to make sure his aim was flawless.  

“Oh yes!”  

Joel let out a guttural, primal shout as he felt the mallet sink further into Kamran’s bloated sack than it ever had before.  


Kamran was in a strange state of screaming his lungs out yet being nearly comatose at the same time and both Zach and Joel’s cocks were raging at the macabre symphony of Kamran’s screaming and the sick, wet crunches that accompanied every blow of the mallet.

After nearly a minute, Joel finally stopped pounding and let the heavy mallet simply rest on Kamran’s screaming nutsack.

“Did you break ‘em?” Zach asked matter of factly.

Joel removed the mallet and grabbed one of Kamran’s nuts in each hand, only this time he gave them both a probative, yet comparatively gently, squeeze.  

“Nope, not yet,” came Joel as he stood up.

Joel wiped the copious amount of cum still on his face with his hands, making sure to fling them clean in Kamran’s direction speckling the handsome stud’s face with his own wasted cum.

Joel looked down in amazement that Kamran’s nuts had survived the last battery with the mallet, a finishing move he had personally administered with devastating effect to even the strongest testicles. He at very least expected one of Kamran’s nuts to have ruptured, but they were still totally whole if not a bit flatter in appearance and a startling shade of purplish-red.

“Looks like you’re quite a shooter, young man,”  

Joel mused, his face still glistening from his unexpected facial.  Dr. Paulson walked over to the table and riffled through the various everyday-items-turned-torture-instruments that rested upon it.  His riffling stopped instantly when his hands brushed across a metal woodworking vise and a wicked gleam flashed over his eyes.

“Think this will do the trick?”  he asked holding the instrument up, catching it perfectly in the light as if he had rehearsed this very pose.

“Oh fuck! Yes!” Zach squealed as he felt his cock raging in his jeans.

Kamran, who was only barely regaining his grip on reality, only shook his head ‘no’ meekly.

“Please... please don’t..”
Joel winked at the handsome lad and Kamran knew instantly his pleas were falling on deaf ears.

“Doesn’t look like Kam has the balls of steel he bragged about, better use these.”

Joel grabbed something from the table and tossed it at Zach.  Kamran desperately turned to see what it was and shuddered in terror when he realized his hands were being zip-tied behind his back, followed by his ankles.

As Joel approached with the vice, Zach’s muscular frame started to shake like a leaf as he openly wept.

“Please! Please, I won’t try to use my hands, just take off the cuffs, okay?”

Both Joel and Zach ignored Kamran’s ridiculous request.

“Now, now, now, Kamran. We can’t have you panicing and trying to break free... look you’re already trying.”

As Kamran struggled against his restraints the chair, which was bolted down, didn’t budge an inch.  Free of his restraining duties, Zach stood up and joined Joel in front of the squirming, helpless jock as Joel knelt down and positioned the vice so that one plate was firmling affixed to the bottom of the chair and the other hovered dangerously over Kamran’s bruised sack.

“I say we do it until the plates touch,” Zach suggested, standing over the scene nearly salvating with lust and rubbing his rock-hard cock through his pants.

Joel took a moment to look up in genuine disapproval; “But what about my chair?”

Kamran’s eyes bugged out as it hit him that the man positioning a vise over his most prized possessions was more concerned about the safety of his heirloom chair than whether or not his balls would implode.  Ironically, the more fearful he became, the harder his cock grew.

Joel quickly realized that the inch diameter head of the vise wasn’t nearly large enough to crush both of Kamran’s mega nuts at once, so he positioned it only over the left one, tightening it until there was just a slight pressure for Kamran to notice.  Ironically, the surge of fear made Kamran’s recently-spent cock spring back to life and it was already nearly nine inches and growing harder with each heartbeat.

Zach whose crotch rubbing had reached a fever pitch hastily stripped out of his slacks and boxers and stood watching the scene as he stroked his glistening ten inch cock just inches from Kamran’s face.

“Looks like you’re about to get a hosing down of your own,” Joel laughed as he proceeded to tighten the screw.

At first the pressure building on his nut was barely noticeble but by the fourth turn of the screw, Kamran’s ball was really starting to deflate and was bulging out from around the edges of the vise like a squashed meatball.

“Oh yeah, Joel.  Flatten it!”  Zach moaned, his eyes fixated on Kamran’s impossibly flattened nut.


Zach was temporarily thrown out of his lustful stuppor by the sound of another loud crack of thunder.  The lights in the study dimmed and flickered, but didn’t go out completely, not like Joel was paying attention; all of his focus was on slowly yet relentlessly tightening the vise around Kamran’s quickly dying nut.


Kamran let out a high pitched scream and his rippled abs glistened with sweat as his nut was compressed to less than half an inch but Joel kept right on tightening.  Meanwhile, Kamran was screaming so loudly it was causing both Joel and Zach’s fat cocks to twitch violently.  Without warning, Zach grabbed the back of Kamran’s neck and forced the crying stud’s face all the way down on his cock.  Kamran, taken aback and wracked with pain, obliged by sucking Zach’s fat cock while Joel ruthlessly compressed his nut flatter and flatter.

“Oh yeah, it’s really gonna burst!”

Joel could feel Kamran’s ball flattened to a meaty pancake and knew there was no physical way it could withstand any more tightening... but he tightened the screw anyway.

Kamran’s eyes bugged out and he attempted to pull away from the skull fucking he was getting from Zach but it was useless.  This is it, he thought to himself, altering his gaze from Zach’s fat nuts to his own doomed package.  With a lurch of his neck, Kamran went down even further on Zach’s dick, his nose pressed against Zach’s belly, and then he somehow found the fortitute to open his mouth even wider, took a deep breath and lurched his head forward again.

“Holy fuck!”

Zach nearly came instantly as Kamran greedily took not only his cock but his large, beefy studs into his mouth.  Joel looked up from his vise tightening duties and licked his lips at the sight of Kamran’s cheeks bulging from Zach’s nuts and his throat stretched from Zach’s dick.

Meanwhile Kamran’s ball was getting percariously flat and was taking on a blackish-purplish color.  It was less than a quarter of its usualy kiwi size and all three men knew it was about to be squashed forever.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”  

Kamran’s cock defied its master and let out another squirt of cum just as the vise jaws were nearly touching.  

“Oh yeah!”   Joel bellowed as his own massive load flooded his slacks.


The site of the hot doctor creaming himself while crushing Kamran’s balls was too much for Zach and his he gripped Kamran’s head even tighter to steady himself from his quaking knees as he pumped his load down Kamran’s wracked throat.


Kamran’s face was beet red and he nearly blacked out as Joel applied the final turn of the screw, flattening the enormous nut so flat it was only a quarter inch thick and oozing from the sides of the vise.  Joel let the sick visual fill his mind before he proceeded to untighten the vise.

Joel and Zach were convinced that Kamran’s meatballs had been reduced to meatsauce so they were astonished when Kamran’s nut actually started to plump back up as the pressure was relieved.  Kamran, for his part, was too fargone in a world of agony and pleasure to take any solice in the fact that his fat nut hadn’t been completely cracked.  When the vise was finally removed, Kamran’s sack was decidely less flat and a rough squeezing examination by Dr. Paulson found his testicles were still totally intact in their black-and-blue sack.

“No fucking way!”  

Zach hollered nearly in a rage as he angrily pulled his spent dick from Kamran’s throat.  He reached down for the mallet and before Joel or Kamran knew what was happening was brutally pounding it into Kamran’s balls.

“No... no...” Kamran pleaded as he faded in and out of consciousness.


Another stentorioan burst of lightening interupted Kamran’s pleas and the lights flickered, only this time they turned off and stayed off.

It was evident the entire street had been blacked out as there wasn’t even a hint of residual light coming in from the window but the darkness didn’t interefere with Zach’s mission.  Kamran’s swollen nuts were too big of a target to miss even in the darkness.


Kamran screamed and begged and writhed but Zach just kept pounding the mallet blindly into the dark, sometimes smashing Kamran’s balls and sometimes catching his oversized dong and pounding it like a hammer striking a nail.  Even in the pitch blackness, Zach could tell his needlessly powerful blows were having the desired effect.

“Ooooh!”  Kamran bellowed as his cock shot yet another load.


Zach squealed in delight as he felt one of Kamran’s nuts finally crack.  There was a thud as the mallet collided with the seat of the chair through Kamran’s ruined nut.


Kamran blacked out as the lights flipped back on.  It took Joel’s eyes a few moments to fully adjust to the sudden brightness but what he saw made him smile wildly.  Kamran’ right nut was black and swollen but his left was, well, it was a mess.

Joel motioned for Zach to pause his beating as he reached forward and grasped Kamran’s left nut.  The huge organ which had begin the evening the size and shape of a kiwi fruit was now totally flattened, only a half inch thick, and no longer firm.  It had collapsed into a squishy consistency and Joel’s fingers were easily able to squash and probe it as if Kamran’s sack was half-filled with putty.

“Looks like you did it,”  Joel smiled as he stood up, grabbed Zach by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

Zach and Joel made out like horny school boys, oblivious to the half-castrated jock tied to a chair in front of them. Lightning bellowed and the lights dimmed as Joel and Zach continued their makeout session as Kamran sat slumped over and still passed out and despite how into Zach he was, Joel couldn’t take his gaze off Kamran’s last, whole nut.

“What do you say we finish the job, stud?”

Joel ripped off his clothes and got on all fours, his face practically burried in Kamran’s junk.  Zach needed no prompting and quickly mounted the studly doctor from behind, fucking him ferociously as he replayed the feeling of crushing yet another nut with his own hands.  Zach was so caught up in the heat of his fucking he didn’t notice Joel take Kamran’s last nut into his mouth and begin to suck.  

The sound of Zach and Joel moaning filled the room and Joel ran his hands over Kamran’s perfect abs and pecs while he was being pounded so hard he thought Zach was going to knock his teeth forward.  Joel moaned as he sucked and chewed Kamran’s swollen right nut, which was bulging in his cheek.

“Mmm, oh yeah... oooh!”  Zach finally noticed what Joel was doing and fucked the hot doctor even harder as his field of vision narrowed to include only Joel’s bulging cheek.

Kamran’s head rolled back and forth as the pain of having his man berry chewed started to register with his still blacked out mind.

“Oh! Fuck! Fuck yes!”  

Zach came so hard and so violently that all 200 pounds of his beefy frame collapsed onto Joel’s back as he filled Joel’s guts which had the cascade effect of making Joel squirt a single thick rope of jizz withuot even touching himself.


Kamran started to come too, groggy at first, but quickly snapped back to reality when he saw the nearly-hyperventilating, post orgasm Zack slouched over Joel... and his nut in Joel’s cheek.



Kamran instantly blacked out again, his last visual was of Joel’s cheek bulging obscenely one moment, but not the next.  Joel’s powerful molars had finished the job and his beefy nut had exploded in its sack.  Despite the fact Joel felt Kamran’s ball burst, he continued to suck and chew on the ruined former baby maker for several minutes, feeling the bits and chunks bursting and exploding inside Kamran’s scrotum.

It look Zach nearly ten minutes to recover from his post orgasmic ecstacy enough to evaluate the damage.  Kamran’s perfect, rippling frame was limp in the chair, his powerful arms and chest motionless and his thick legs spread to reveal a limp -- but still large -- cock draped over a comically flattened nut sack.  It almost looked like the dumb, incredibly handsome jock was merely sleeping but both Joel and Zach knew when Kamran woke up he would be facing a very different life...

“Holy fuck that was hot,”

Joel said breathlessly, collapsing on his back and breathing heavily in post orgasmic bliss.

Zach, never one to leave a job half finished, picked up the mallet and however it over Kamran’s totally defenseless package.


Joel looked up at Zach quizically since it was obvious Kamran’s nuts had long since been cracked.

“What? He isn’t going to need this anymore,”


Over and over the heavy mallet rained down causing irreperable harm to Kamran’s fat, meaty cock and further pulverizing his nuts.


The lights went out yet again but not before Zach heard -- and felt -- a very satisfying SPLOSH as Kamran’s cock became permanently flattened at the head.  The lights flickered back on to confirm that Kamran’s cock now resembled a fat, thick sausage that was flattened at one end.

“What a waste,”  Joel lamented as he stood to grasp Zach at the waist and kiss his neck softly.

Joel looked over the handsome stud before stepping away from Zach and running his hands over Kamran’s rippled chest.

“He is going to make one helluva fuck toy,”  Joel quipped.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Your Invitation (Ball Busting Choose Your Own Adventure)

A few years ago I wrote 'The Fun House', a story about an otherwise ordinary middle-aged man named Larry who was presented with the opportunity to lay waste to sack after flattened sack in whatever manner his devious mind could devise.  That story serves as the establishing framework to this post, a choose your own adventure style ball busting story.

For those of you not familiar, a Choose Your Own Adventure (CYOA) story is like any other work of fiction, only at the end of each page, instead of simply turning to the next one, you pick which action/outcome you want to happen and in effect guiding the story as you wish.  

There are plenty of no-permanent-damage endings to this story (which is why it is tagged 'No Permanent Damage'), but if you want you can choose paths that end with varying degrees of testicular destruction.

This is probably the longest (in terms of sheer pages) and most complex (keeping track of all of the decision paths was a chore!) ball busting story I've ever attempted and your feedback is greatly appreciated!

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The story is hosted on Google Drive.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Good Doctor: Making the Grade

It had been a month since Zach Norris, a beefy, handsome yet outwardly conservative and preppy, thirty year old graduate student had reduced a man’s ball into goo, but for Zach the memory was as fresh as ever.

He could still replay in exquisite detail the crunching and squelshing sounds that resonated from the helpless rugby hunk’s ball sack as Zach’s strong hands squashed any semblance of solid structure out of  the defenseless, shattered ball.  Most hot to Zach was how long it took for the last remnant --- which Zach had taken to calling ‘the core’ -- to finally break, but when it did, boy did it break.

Zach closed his eyes to replay those final moments yet again.  His hands wrapped around Quinn’s already-destroyed nut, his fingers digging into the core, deeper and deeper until it felt like he wouldn’t be able to accomplish his goal... only to have the core burst violently with no more pressure applied.  One instance Zach’s hands fingers were separated by the core, the next, they were basically touching, separated only by the floppy skin of Quinn’s scrotum.  It was as if the core had exploded so spectacularly that it simply ceased to exist.

Zach was so caught up in his fantasy that he hardly noticed the rapping on his office door.  Zach’s hand had already found the head of his massive cock, which was snaking down the leg of his slacks, and was stroking his cock slowly when he was suddenly jerked back to reality by the knocking.

Zach ran a hand through his hair, slipped his horn rimmed glasses back on his face and turned toward his laptop, pecking the keys whilst pretending to work.

“Come in,”  Zach commanded.

The frosted glass door swung open and in walked Kamran Van Kirk, a student in an undergraduate genetics course Zach was teaching that semester.

“Professor Norris, I’m sorry to bother you outside of office hours but I’m in a bit of a bind.”

Zach looked up from his laptop with a slightly annoyed look, feigning as if Kamran had just interrupted some important email he was writing.

“Oh? What can I do for you, Mr. Van Kirk?”

Zach’s still hard cock twitched so violently at the sight of Kamran , Zach felt lucky his lap was hidden under the desk  Kamran was in his early twenties, a five-foot nine inch tall, extremely muscular jock with shoulder length blond hair, a smile so perfect it looked Photoshopped and big, sparkling blue eyes Zach could pick out from across a classroom.  Kamran always seemed to wear jeans that -- purposefully or not -- showed off his supple bubble butt Zach had spilled more than few loads thinking about plowing, and today was no different.  Kamran was wearing a pair of teasingly tight Abercrombie blue jeans and a plain yellow T-shirt that was literally straining to contain his massive upper body.  However, more impressive than Zach’s All American good looks and cavalier charm was the absolutely huge bulge he seemed to always sport in his pants.  Zach was sure Kamran had caught him staring on more than one occasion, but the handsome student, always the arm candy of an endless parade of women, never seemed to mind.  Recently, Zach had taken to imagining just how hot it would be to reach Kamran’s ‘core’...

“..so that’s what it is. Can you help me?”

Zach shook his head and wiped the sweat that was forming on his forehead.  Crap!  Zach thought, he had been so busy mentally undressing his student he had forgotten to put on his professor's hat and actually pay attention to what the adorable, hung, blond had to say.

“Oh, um.  I’m sorry, what was that?”

Zach forced his eyes away from Kamran’s crotch while Kamran restated his case.  Kamran, not an unintelligent lad, had been placed into introductory genetics for his life sciences elective at the bad advice of his guidance counselor.  Despite the word ‘introductory’ in the course’s title, everyone in the class -- except Kamran -- were actually biology majors with a focus on genetics and Zach was teaching the course at an accelerated pace.  Easy to keep up with for a future geneticist, but well beyond what an accounting major trying to get the minimum requirement could absorb.

So here was Kamran, at midterm, facing a failing grade in what was supposed to be an easy elective and pleading for Professor Norris’ help.

“Well, Mr. Van Kirk.  The deadline to drop the course without marks has already passed so...”

Zach felt his cock start to deflate as he shifted entirely into professor mode.

“I know, Dr. Norris, but I don’t know what to do.  There’s no way I can pass this course.”

Zach scrunched his eyebrows and turned to his laptop, only this time actually pulling up an actual file.  Kamran looked on helplessly as Zach’s eyes scanned the grade sheet in front of him.  Kamran sighed as Zach’s face unconsciously took on a concerned, sad look.  Zach could tell Kamran was extremely intelligent -- just not in the course material -- and it legitimately pained him to see a such a bright student who was trying so hard trapped with a academic-record-scarring failing grade.

Zach bit his lip, looked up at the still-standing Kamran and said sternly “I’m sorry, Mr. Van Kirk. You just waited too long to withdraw.”
“But what about extra credit?”  

Zach frowned.  

“Kamran, you know I don’t give out extra credit.”

Kamran took a step toward the desk, bringing his massive bulge within Zach’s arm reach.  Zach’s heart pounded as he struggled to keep eye contact with Kamran despite his eyes unconsciously darting between Kamran’s pecs and his crotch.

“Please, Zach, can I call you Zach?”  Kamran asked taking another step toward the desk.

Zach nodded affirmatively, his eyes locked on Kamran’s crotch.

“Please, Zach.  There has to be something, anything I can do to make up the points.  I’ll do anything,”

Zach wasn’t sure, but he was sure Kamran’s lip-licking at the end of that statement was more than just a case of dry lips.

“Well, Mr. Van Kirk, I’m sorry but...”

“Call me, Kamran. Or Kam.”  

Kamran took another step toward the desk, his bulge getting invitingly closer.  Zach was sure Kamran was breathing heavier and his face was taking on a slightly red hue.  Kamran also looked over his shoulder multiple times as if to make double sure that he had closed the office door behind him.

The hunky professor and the Adonis student spent several tense moments in silence.

“Like I said, Mr. Van Kirk...”


Zach was taken aback -- had Kamran just attempted, awkwardly, to bat his eye lashes at him?

“Like I said, Kamran, there isn’t much I can do.  Have you reached out to your advisor?”

Kamran grunted in frustration.

“Yes there is something you could do! You’re the one who submits the grades.  Isn’t there anything, anything at all, I could do to bump my grade.”

Zach’s heart was really pounding as Kamran ran a hand over his pecs and continuing down until his hand was over his crotch.  Zach let out a nervous sigh before continuing.

“Kamran, I can’t.  There’s nothing I can do...”


Kamran gave his crotch a slight squeeze, causing the outline of his kiwi fruit sized nuts to bulge out.  Zach gasped at the realization that Kamran wasn’t wearing underwear.  This entire meeting had been a setup from the beginning.  Zach quickly mentally reinforced his professor’s hat.

“Mr. Van Kirk, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Why?  I see the way you check me out after class.  Please, I’ll do anything you want.”

Kamran turned slightly, letting the profile of his perfect ass take up Zach’s entire frame of view.  Zach could feel his cock throbbing in his jeans and felt his rational mind quickly losing the internal argument with his lust.

“Mr. Van Kirk...”

Zach had barely gotten out the words before Kamran grabbed the desktop and pulled the entire desk forward, knocking over the lamp and several stacks of papers and creating a clear view for Kamran to look down into Zach’s crotch.  Kamran’s own crotch seemed to stir at the site.

“Look at you, Zach.  You’re already leakin’!  That’s at least worth a few points.”

Kamran pointed at the small sheen of precum that was starting to form in Zach’s slacks.

“What do you say we use that to lube you up before you take my ass, sir.”

Kamran then turned completely around and bent slightly, exposing his beautiful jeans-clad ass.  It took more self control than Zach knew he had not to simply lunge over the desk and take Kamran up on his offer.  But Zach’s rational mind was winning the day.

Zach grabbed the desktop and pulled the desk toward him, again hiding his raging erection, cleared his throat and commanded Kamran to leave.

“Mr. Van Kirk, I have every right to report you to the Dean of Student Affairs right now. Leave my office at once or...”

Kamran’s face took on a serious look as he stood up and faced his professor.

“Or you’ll what? You'll fuck me? Suck me?  Ram your cock down my throat?  I know you want it, dude, just do it and get it over with. Please.”

Kamran was practically begging to be used as a sex object just for a grade. Despite the amateur porn nature of the situation ,which Zach had to admit was extremely hot, the situation was actually quite sad.

Zach took a moment to clear his mind of the flood of images of him fucking and sucking Kamran before he spoke again.

“Kamran.  You’re clearly in a bind.  Why don’t I talk to your adviser for you? Maybe...”

“They don’t stretch very far.” Kamran blurted out so fast it seemed disembodied.

“Excuse me?”  

“My balls, they don’t stretch very far, naturally I mean.”

Kamran looked behind him to verify the door was still closed, then reached into his jeans and pulled his junk up above the waistline. Zach literally gasped at the ridiculously huge organs in front of him.  Each of Kamran's nuts was easily the size of a large kiwi - and just as fuzzy - coated with a dense layer of short, prickly blonde hair.  His cock was 8 inches totally flaccid, and looked to be easily as thick as Zach’s own massive tool.  Zach’s mind raced as he found himself imagining reaching ‘the core’ of Kamran’s fat nuts, one at a time.  He imagined how the hunky stud would squeal as his balls exploded in his sack....

“So they don’t stretch too far.  I heard you liked that, stretching them.”

Zach looked up at Kamran stunned.

“Oh, did I mention Quinn was one of my best friends on the varsity rugby team. And even after he rolled off for graduate school we kept in touch. He tells me everything...”

Kamran leaned in as if for dramatic effect.

“And I mean everything.”

Zach couldn’t believe it.  Here was this blond Adonis offering up his balls just for a few strokes of a computer keyboard.  Zach would have settled for some unsolicited extra credit, or a meeting with Kamran’s adviser, but this looked much more fun. Without thinking, Zach reached forward and grabbed Kamran’s nuts, one in each hand.

“Oooh. yeah that’s it.”

Zach applied gentle pressure at first which got Kamran’s cock excited.  Zach watched in amazement as Kamran’s cock grew to an astounding twelve inches just from having his balls fondled.

Kamran threw his head back and moaned while Zach increased the pressure.

“Oooh. Mmmmm.”

Kamran was clearly enjoying having his balls manhandled and Zach wondered just how far he could take the randy stud.

“Harder,”  Kamran begged breathlessly despite the fact Zach was already applying maximum grip on each huge nut.

“So you like it rough?”

Zach said, letting go of Kamran’s nuts just long enough to stand and approach the handsome stud.  Zach motioned for Kamran to have a seat in his chair, which Kamran promptly did, then Zach dropped to his knees and proceeded to take a nut in each hand and continued his kneading and squeezing.

Kamran’s cock leaked precum as Zach tried to flatten the impossibly dense organs in his hands.  Despite his best effort, Zach couldn’t manage to get Kamran’s tough nuts to deform even the slightest.  They were literally balls of steel.


Kamran moaned and proceeded to pump his cock with both hands as Zach kept squeezing his nuts.  While Kamran continued to pump his rod, Zach formed an ‘O’ at the base of Kamrans’ balls, causing the comically huge organs to bulge in their sack, then proceeded to slap them his this free hand.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Kamran’s balls bounced and jiggled, making wet smacking sounds as they crashed into his powerful thighs.  After a few minutes of slapping, Kamran breathlessly moaned ‘Harder!”

“Your grade in the course is an F, right now.  Do you wanna’ move up to a D?”

Kamran nodded his head yes, not missing a beat of stroking.

Zach balled his fist, lined it over Kamran’s sack and sent it full force into the rock-hard organs like a piston.  Kamran seemed to barely notice as he kept stroking.


Zach slammed his fist over and over into Kamran’s sack, expecting to at least elicit a yelp, but Kamran only moaned loudly and kept stroking his cock.  The hunky blond clearly got off on having his junk busted, which made Zach all the more excited to get to ‘the core’.


Zach pounded Kaman’s nuts full force for nearly ten minutes and they were starting to take on a slightly red appearance, but were otherwise unfazed.


Zach mused, letting Kamran’s heavy nuts fall as he contemplated where to take this scene next.  He grabbed one of Kamran’s huge nuts with both hands and started to squeeze.

“So did Quinn tell you want ended up happening to him.”

To Zach’s amazement, Kamran shook his head yes while his cock jerked and shot a rope of precum that landed on Zach’s shirt.

“Hmm, how about we try to raise your grade to a C?”

Kamran nodded his head yes while Zach formed another ‘O’ at the base of his sack, only this time trapping just Kamran’s slightly swollen left nut.

“Oh fuck...” Kamran moaned, fully aware of what Zach was about to do.


Zach rammed his fist into Kamran’s left nut once, twice... ten times as hard as he could and to his disbelief barely got Kamran to do more than moan slightly.  Kamran’s big nut flattened violently after each impact, but the big blond stud seemed hardly bothered.


Zach was panting and sweating has he unleashed everything he had into his punches. All two-hundred pounds of his beefy frame went into each devastating blow, Kamran’s nut was flattened to less than half of its girth, but Kamran only moaned and kept stroking as if Zach was doing nothing more than playfully massaging his giant balls.


“So, you like it really, really rough?”  

Zach looked up at his big dumb captive and winked. Kamran gave Zach a goofy grin and nodded his head affirmatively.

“Okay then.  Let’s say if I can get to the core, you’ll get an A in this class. Not only that, I’ll give you an honors commendation.  How’s that sound?”

Kamran nodded, his hair matted to his forehead and neck, oblivious by what Zach meant by ‘the core’ but excited by the prospect of a passing grade.


Zach desperately plowed his fist into Kamran’s indestructible nut.  He had bought men to their knees with blows half as powerful, but here was Kamran moaning in pleasure and seeming to hardly notice.  This was incredible, Zach thought.  All the more prize cracking these tough nuts would be.

After twenty minutes of ruthless pounding, Kamran’s left nut was slightly more swollen and red and Kamran’s shirt was absolutely drenched in sweat, making it cling to his incredible physique and leaving literally nothing to the imagination.

Out of frustration at getting even a slight response from Kamran, Zach let go of Kamran’s nut and stood up huffing.

“What’s wrong?” Kamran stammered.

“Nothing. I just really wanna’ make you sing.  But you’re one tough nut to crack,”

“Mmm.  So you wanna’ crack my nuts?”

Zach’s cock jumped in his slacks.

“I have always wanted my balls freakin’ busted so when I heard what you did to Quinn... Mmm.”
Kamran spread his legs wide exposing his nuts.

“Oh fuck yeah.  You really want me to fuck you up?”

Zach reached down and took one of Kamran’s massive nuts in each hand and squeezed as hard as he could.

“Fuck yes!”  Kamran screamed as he spontaneously came just at the threat of having his jock nuts turned to peanut butter.

Zach didn’t care as one of Kamran’s cumshots plastered his eye shut,  Kamran’s rock jerked and shot in random directions, soaking his shirt, Zach and the floor with a huge load.


Zach wiped the cum from his face and looked down to see Kamran was still rock hard, his massive nuts looking even more vulnerable.

“Please, Zach. I really want that A.  My right nut for an A.”

Kamran moaned and formed an O at the base of his sack around his right nut.  It looked so dense and tough that Zach imagined it would take hours of brutal beating before he could finally reach the meaty core.

“Oh, you wanna lose a nut?”

Zach dropped to his knees and before Kamran could respond was pumping his fists one after another into Kamran’s ball.  

Sick wet splats followed each impact, but Kamran’s ball only turned a slight shade of red despite the non-stop, viscous pounding.

“Oh yes! Oh fuck!”  Kamran shouted.



Zach was putting everything he had into his  punches but Kamran’s balls were just incredibly tough.  


“Your ball is so tough.”

“Crush it! I know you can!  Pop my cherry, dude.”


Despite Zach’s brutal assault, the big dumb jock was actually laughing as if the powerful punches were doing nothing more than tickling him.

“Come on! I want my A! Make me earn it! Crack my fucking nut!”


“Come on! Make it burst! Burst it, dude!”

Kamran was moaning and stroking his cock furiously, seemingly getting more excited the more damaging Zach’s blows were, but it was no use.  Despite nearly a half hour of ruthless, no holds barred punching Zach has only succeeded in making Kamran’s nut turn an angry shade of red but it was otherwise totally undamaged.  Even the swelling was hardly what Zach had expected.

Frustrated, Zach stood up again.  

“Move your fucking hands,”  Zach barked and Kamran obediently put his hands behind his back.

Zach fumbled around in his office for some rubber bands and after grabbing a handful proceeded to tie them around the base of Kamran’s scrotum until both of Kamran’s bloated nuts were forced toward the bottom of his sack, bulging obscenely and glistening with sweat, every vein clearly visible as the blood started to become trapped in this sack.

Zach braced himself on Kamran’s shoulders as he proceeded to place a foot on Kamran’s trapped nuts, crushing them against the chair of the seat.  As he slowly stood up, more and more of his two-hundred pounds was shifted onto Kamran’s nuts.

“Oooh!”  Kamran bellowed, for the first time showing any signs of actual anguish as Zach settled his entire weight on his balls.

Kamran’s balls bulged under Zach’s leather shoes, compressed to a fourth of their girth under Zach’s weight.  Zach could feel Kamran’s balls shifting and bulging under his foot and was determined to squash them like bugs.

“Oh yeah! You like that? Answer me!”

Kamran bellowed ‘yes’ as his cocky smile was quickly replaced by a low droning moan.  Despite his obvious pain, Kamran’s cock stayed rock hard the entire time.

Zach bounced his foot on Kamran’s nuts several minutes, expecting the over-sized organs to simply explode at any minute.

“Oh yeah! You want that A?”

Kamran looked up at Zach and shook his head yes feverishly.  This was his ultimate fantasy and he couldn’t believe he would also be getting a grade out of the deal. It was too good to be true.

Flatter and flatter Kamran’s nuts became...

“Oh shit! Oh fuck!”  

Kamran’s cock started to deflate slightly as the true pain of having two-hundred pounds of solid weight on his balls started to set in.

“Oh yeah! Burst for pappa,”

Zach and Kamran filled the small office with moans, Zach from pleasure and Kamran from agony.  Zach could feel Kamran’s balls starting to implode and knew any moment they were going to explode.  What a mess these big things would make, Zach thought.  Kamran’s nuts were so big and so incredibly dense he knew their end would be an incredible explosion.  

“Oooh! Oh shit!”  Kamran bellowed becoming more frantic.

Kamran could feel his balls were as flat as they could possibly get before they simply had to burst and the realization was enough to...


Kamran’s cock shot a rope of cum three feet long that landed with wet splats all over the handsome blonde’s face and head.  

The site was too much for Zach who pulled his own cock out of his slacks and was about to stroke it when he felt Kamran’s tongue rubbing the head. It was all the cue Zach needed to grab the back of Kamran’s head and plunge his entire ten inch tool down Kamran’s eager throat.  Zach’s cock muffled Kamran’s increasingly frantic screams and his foot bounced on Kamran’s doomed gonads.

“Mmmmph! Mmmph!”

Kamran’s mind filled with an erotic panic has he desperately tried pushing Zach off of him, but it was no use. Zach was focused on his mission now and nothing Kamran could do could stop him.

“So... you thought... this would be a game... “

Zach asked breathlessly as he face fucked Kamran mercilessly whilst stomping and jumping on his increasingly squishy nuts.

“Mmmph! Mmmmph!”

Kamran started crying as he felt his nuts reaching their terminal limit.  There was no way they could hold up much longer.  They were impossibly flat and felt like they were on fire... they were gonna’ burst!

“Mmmph! Mmmph! Pwwwwz!”

Kamran was frantic but it was obvious Zach wasn’t going to stop until the deed was done.

“Oh, fuck yeah. You want that A?”

Kamran, despite his panic, shook his head frantically ‘yes’.

“Oh, yeah! You’re gonna’ get that grade mother fucker!”


Zach began jumping up and down, utterly crushing Kamran’s junk with each impact.  Kamran screamed and begged but before he could get too much out, Zach settled back on his steady foot rocking on Kamran’s balls and gagged the handsome blonde with his cock.


Kamran’s eyes ran with tears as his balls got even flatter until Zach’s foot..


And flatter...

“Oh yeah. Burst for pappa. Burst, baby,”

Despite his best efforts, literally standing and stomping Kamran’s nuts for ten minutes was barely fazing them, other than their bright red color and flattened appearance.  It was obvious to Zach he was going to need to bring in the big guns to finish this task.

Zach stepped down from the chair and stepped back, allowing Kamran to immediately cradle his nuts in this hands and rock back and forth.  All of Kamran’s muscles were shaking and glistening with sweat which only made him look even more delicious to Zach. Zach so wanted to utterly destroy those massive orbs between Kamran’s legs and -- he thought to himself -- he wouldn’t mind taking a few inches off Kamran’s huge dong, either.  But Kamran’s nuts were proving too tough to crack with traditional means.  Zach envisioned Kamran’s package sandwiched between the jaws of a wood working vice.  Tighter and tighter he’d compress the jaws until BLOOOSH, Kamran’s entire sexual package would be history.  

“Get on your knees, bitch!”  Zach shouted and pointed to the ground and Kamran quickly obliged.

Without prompting, the supposedly straight student took Zach’s entire cock down his throat like a champ, sucking and slurping until he felt a jet of cum hit the back of his throat.  Zach was still cumming when Kamran pulled his head away from Zach’s dick, causing Zach to totally drench Kamran’s adorable face with jet after sticky jet of cum.  By the time it was over, Kamran looked like a glazed donut, cradling his hurt balls with one hand and stroking his giant cock with the other.

“Thank you, sir.” Kamran said gasping, his eyes plastered shut from Zach’s copious load.

“Oh I’m not done with you, bitch.  I’m gonna pop your cherries, if you know what I mean.  Just not right now.”

Zach stuffed his cock back into his slacks and delivered a powerful kick between Kamran’s spread legs. Kamran, who was still blinded by cum, was totally unprepared and screamed girlishly at the surprise kick which was followed by another  and other. Kamran’s seemingly indestructible balls must have been finally reaching their limit, Zach thought, as he felt Kamran’s squishy nads compressed nearly flat between Kamran’s thigh and his foot.

Kamran’s hulking frame collapsed in a heap, clutching himself in the fetal position and moaning.

Zach barely gave Kamran a reprieve as he knelt down and roughly pushed the big stud’s hands off of his junk.  Grabbing Kamran’s right nut in his hand and squeezing, Zach smiled maniacally.  Kamran wailed as Zach rose to his feet, forcing the hapless stud to stand as well.

“So, Mr. Van Kirk, you’re gonna earn your damn A-plus,”  Zach growled.

Kamran whimpered and shook his head in compliance, his eyes still partially matted shut with jizz.

“You know what that means... “

Zach let go of Kamran’s nut and made a fist in between his face and Kamran’s.

“Boom! Goes the dynamite, or in your case, your balls...”  

Zach opened his fist in a sufficient proxy for the sick visual they now both had of Kamran’s nuts bursting explosively.  Zach smiled at Kamran’s willingness before shoving the big blond out of the way and retaking his seat, logging into his laptop casually as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.  Kamran, stood watching, as if expecting Zach to produce a hammer, or a vice or some other instrument of torture so he could earn his ‘A’.

Finally, after several silent minutes Zach turned to the confused young man and smirked.

“Well, don’t just stand there.  Go clean yourself off.  Hit up the bar, find some random bitch, fuck her brains out over and over and savor every minute of it.”

Kamran looked on puzzled.

“If you’re serious about this, meet me here Saturday night.”

Zach wrote an address on a slip of paper and handed it to Kamran: 48 Blossoming Chrysanthemum Lane.

Kamran pocketed the address as he stuffed his massive equipment, which had been hanging out the entire time, back into his tight jeans.

“So that’s all I have for now.  Either come Saturday or be content with the ‘C’ grade you just earned...”

Zach stood up from his desk, his cock still bulging in his slacks, and slowly made his way around the desk. Kamran’s heart pounded and his hand reflexively went to cover his own giant bulge but the move was unnecessary... for now.  As soon as Zach was mere inches from Kamran’s face, his dick got painfully hard just from how handsome Kamran looked with a drying coat of cum on his face.  Zach leaned in and whispered.

“It’s not just about the grade, is it you sick bastard?  You want someone to really fuck up those nuts, don’t you?”

Kamran’s  cock throbbed as he slowly shook his head ‘yes’.

“Mmmm. It is going to be so much fun cracking these....”

Zach swung his arm back and sent his fist sailing toward Kamran’s crotch, stopping just short of making contact causing Kamran to wince and Zach to chuckle evily.

Zach then retook his seat and pulled up his email, flipping through the messages while Kamran stood slack jawed at the proposition he’d just been given.  

“You’re dismissed, Mr. Van Kirk.”

Zach gestured toward the door, barely looking up from his work as Kamran slowly made his way out of the office; he already had it in his head he was going to skip the rest of the week’s classes and head straight home to line up his ‘farewell tour’ of women -- and men -- to fuck before Saturday.  He only had a few days to carry on the Van Kirk family line before... Kamran smiled deeply at the prospect as he headed out the door.  A passing janitor smirked at the site of dry, yet still shiny, cum on Kamran’s face but Kamran only grinned more broadly and strolled confidently toward the stairs.

Professor Norris spent another few minutes responding to emails and attending to his junior faculty duties before pulling out his cellphone and instructing Siri to dial “Dr. P”.

“Hey, Zach.  How’s it hanging?”

“Hey Joel, whatever you have planned Saturday night, cancel it.”

Dr. Paulson’s slacks tightened as he listened to Zach’s erotic play by play of his run in with Mr. Van Kirk and his mind began spinning... what would be the best way to annihilate Kamran's core?