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Friday, March 18, 2016

Good Doctor: A New Patient

Quinn grunted with each rep of the weight machine as he strained to pull the heavy stack of weights skyward.  His shaggy black hair was matted to his forehead by sweat.  It was just after ten at night and the sprawling campus gymnasium was virtually abandoned, except for the hefty rugby player.

At 6 foot 4, Quinn's beefy frame was a sight to behold.  The handsome twenty-five year old spend virtually every waking moment sculpting his muscular body in the weight room, on the track or in the pool.  No muscle group was ignored, especially his powerful arms and tight, perky ass. He was the quintessential alpha male in his prime with a perpetually hard eight inch cock and one, big hairy nut swinging between his tree-trunk thighs.

It had been more than seven months since one of Quinn's testicles had ruptured spectacularly in his over stuffed hairy sack, but he could still remember it like it was yesterday.  With one fell swoop of a heavy mallet, he had gone from being the perfect well-endowed hunk to a one-nutted wonder.  It was the single most erotic instance he had had in his entire life but, for obvious reason, it was a moment that could only be lived one more time.

He and Dr. Joel Paulson kept in touch but hadn't engaged in any ball busting since that fateful night.  The swelling and pain in Quinn's sack lasted only a few weeks, but Joel advised that Quinn be more rested before they try another session.   But that didn't stop them from meeting up regularly for other types of closed door fun.

All day long the horny doctor would have to examine one hunky college athlete after another and had taken to using athletic tape to hold down his constantly hard cock lest he sport an unprofessional bulge at work.  All of the pent up juices usually meant that Dr. Paulson would strip out of his slacks as soon as he got into his house, grab his cock with both hands and stroke feverishly until he erupted, leaving a sticky puddle all over the foyer of his house.  He especially liked playing back examinations which required his college-aged patients to drop their drawers,  visualizing how hot it would be to grab on to their meaty young gonads and squeeze harder and harder and harder until...

Since he had met Quinn, his masturbation fantasies almost all revolved around replaying the sensation of Quinn's nut blowing apart in the sack under his mallet.  Since then, Quinn stopped over regularly so that Dr. Paulson had a handsome jock's face to use for cum shot target practice.  Quinn would kneel, usually only wearing a t-shirt and baggy shorts, in the good doctor's foyer while Dr. Paulson stroked out one of his huge loads all over Quinn's face.    Quinn loved the feeling of domination that came from these messy facials, as if Dr. Paulson was showing off the fact that he had two intact nuts and Quinn only had one.

As Quinn pumped away at the weight machine, he heard his phone buzz from his pocket.

He let the weight stack lower slowly, picked up the phone and felt his cock twitch at what he read:

"Come over stud. I NEED you. - JP"

Quinn was so excited, he disembarked the machine and headed straight for the door, leaving behind his gym bag in the locker room.  He had been in the gym for over an hour and his sweat-soaked T-shirt and knee-length white shorts clung to his chest and legs leaving very little to the imagination.  He hopped on his bike and road across campus, the crisp evening air feeling almost cold against his wet clothes.

Soon the ivy-covered buildings of the university campus gave way to neighborhoods of modest homes, then shops and finally a two lane road winding through corn fields.  I should have driven, Quinn thought aloud as he felt his thighs burning and ass aching from the long ride, the sun already starting to set.  A few moments later, Quinn arrived at the road leading to Chrysanthemum Heights, a well manicured housing development filled with large, stately homes that looked to have been plopped into the middle of nowhere. To a stranger, the winding roads and cul-de-sacs would have been a maze, but Quinn knew the route to Dr. Paulson's house so well he could have ridden it blind folded.

By the time Quinn pulled up to the doctor's house, it was dark enough outside that the gas coach light at the end of the driveway was already burning, the yellowish glow making him look especially handsome.  The horny jock was so excited by the prospect that what awaited him on the other side of the front door that he scarcely noticed the out of place black Tesla sedan in the driveway.

Quinn had no more raised his hand to rap the door than it opened.

"Quinn!"

Dr. Paulson greeted his favorite patient with a broad grin.  Quinn's cock jumped as he stepped into Joel's foyer, the large wooden door closed gently behind him.  As Quinn expected, his fresh-from-the-gym musky sent was driving Joel wild with lust and the doctor wasn't even trying to conceal the raging erection in his slacks.

Quinn's heart fluttered at the site of Joel's 5 foot ten inch, nearly all muscle frame, wrapped in well-tailored navy slacks and a white dress shirt.  Joel looked and acted much younger than his forty-six years and that included his sexual appetite that ran with a vigor that rivaled even Quinn's and tonight Quinn was ready to be totally owned.  Quinn dropped to his knees and his jaw was already open wide when he saw a shadowy figure emerging from the other room.

Startled, Quinn jumped to his feet and ran a hand through his thick black hair as if to downplay his initial start.

"Quinn, this is..."

"Professor Norris."

Quinn instantly recognized Zach Norris, young professor who - until now - Quinn had only ever known in passing on campus.  Zach was six foot two and at just shy of two-hundred pounds he was beefy but not necessarily muscular.   His deep brown eyes were hidden behind thick horn rimmed glasses that combined with his conservative white polo shirt and khaki slacks made him look rather bookish.  Indeed, if it wasn't for the sweaty, scantily clad jock standing in between them, Joel and Zach would have looked like two suburban gentleman enjoying a quiet evening at home.

"Great! So you two know each other. Excellent!" Joel said in a cheery tone as Zach took a few more steps forward stopping only when he was mere inches from Quinn.

Without saying another word, Paul extended his hand and placed it on the back of Quinn's neck and applied a slight pressure.  It was enough of a signal for Quinn to obediently drop to his knees in front of the two men.  Quinn's heart raced as two slack-clad bulges loomed mere inches from his face.  His mouth was literally watering at the prospect of taking Joel's cock and from the look of Zach's mounding crotch, he was about to get an extra serving of man meat.

Without saying a word, Zach and Paul unzipped their flies and let their slacks fall to their ankles.  Quinn gasped as Zach's enormous ten inch cock flopped free from his crotch.  Zach smiled as his  pre-cum dripping cock pulsed with each heart beat, his egg-sized shaved nuts hanging several inches from his shaft.  Quinn wasted no time opening his jaw as wide as he could as he bobbed first on Zach's cock, then on Paul's, then Zach's, alternating with each throat-stretching swallow.  Quinn's own shorts were fully tented as the two heavy cocks in front of him got wet and dripping with spit and precum.  After a few minutes of Quinn struggling to satisfy the two large cocks, Paul took a step back and watched the spectacle of the hunky rugby player blowing the big, nerdy-looking Zach, whose  head was  thrown back in a perpetual state of bliss.  Few guys had ever managed to take his whole cock, but here was this adorable jock taking him down to his balls.

"He can go down more than that,"  Joel coaxed, giving Zach a nod.

Zach placed his big hand gently on the back of Quinn's head.  Quinn looked up at Zach pleadingly, knowing what was about to happen...

"Mmmmpht!"  Quinn's eyes watered and he had to choke back a gag as Zach pulled his head forward, ramming all ten inches of his cock down Quinn's throat.

Over and over Zach rammed Quinn's face into his crotch.  Quinn's eyes were watering so hard it looked like he was crying in pain but nothing could be further from the truth.  Both of Zach's hands ran through Quinn's sweaty black hair as he skull fucked the big jock mercilessly.  Zach's big nuts slammed into Quinn's chin in a blur.  Joel stroked his cock slowly watching Zach use Quinn's face like a sex toy, not at all caring whether or not Quinn was getting any enjoyment.  Quinn's jaw ached and his throat was starting to burn from the violent impacts Zach's throbbing fuck stick was making on each thrust; it almost felt like the head of Zach's cock was going to break out of the back of Quinn's neck.

The site of hunky Quinn's throat being stretched to its limit whilst being absolutely dominated was hot by itself but Joel had his eyes on another target.  Zach's big, oblong nuts were turning bright red from the abuse they were taking slamming into Quinn's chin, but Zach seemed hardly phased. In fact, the louder the wet smack was when Zach's nuts slammed into Quinn's chin, the more turned on Zach seemed to get.

"Oh, I'm close,"

Zach moaned breathlessly.  Joel could watch his balls start to constrict as beads of sweat formed across his forehead. Zach tried to slow his savage fucking of his jock-skull sex toy in order to prolong the amazing sensation but it was no use.  He'd crossed the point of no return.  He looked down at the big dumb jock kneeling before him and felt his cock twitch as he soaked in the site of Quinn's gorgeous face.

"You're so... hot... "

Quinn and Zach locked eyes.  Quinn was moaning and ramming his head down on Zach's shaft as hard as he could trying to get Zack to fill his guts with sperm.  Zach, meanwhile, was entranced by Quinn's body, his smell, his face.  Everything about Quinn was sexy.

The two were so into each other neither noticed Dr. Paulson take a stand behind Quinn, whose legs had spread in a wide stance to keep himself steady during Zach's brutal fucking.  The sound of the two studs moaning and Quinn's wet slurping was driving the good doctor wild and he stroked his big dick frantically as he slowly drew his leg back...

WOOSH!

Joel's leg sailed in a long arch, his toe connecting squarely with Quinn's dangling nut through the thin fabric.  Quinn screamed and fell to his side and Zach's cock bounced wildly from being so forcibly ejected from the jock's warm mouth.  Zach stood stunned for a moment, looking down at Quinn who was on his back clutching his crotch and rocking back and forth.

"Move your hands!"  Paul barked, stepping over to Quinn.

Zach watched as Paul walked between Quinn's tree trunk legs and knelt down, grabbed Quinn's ankles and stood up.  Quinn's last ball was now at the bottom of the perfect V shape Paul had created, protected only by a thin layer of fabric which was now clinging to his body from sweat perfectly outlining the huge nard.

STOMP!

Joel stomped full force onto Quinn's baby maker, feeling it squish under his barefoot.  In an instant the last bit of Quinn's manhood was compressed to a dangerously flat half inch.  Quinn gasped in blissful agony, his mind barely registering the extend of the pain before Joel's foot crashed down again and again.  It was clear Dr. Paulson wasn't holding anything back and Quinn's already huge last nut was starting to swell dangerously.

For this part Zach stood by with a look of dumbstruck fascination on his face.  Dr. Paulson had played around with squeezing his nuts, and even slapping them on occasion, but nothing like this.  Zach's cock twitched as he found himself wondering what it would be like to in Quinn's place right now.

SPLAT!

"Oooooh!"  Quinn bellowed in agony, finally unable to resist the instinctive urge to cover his crotch, jerk his legs out of Joel's grasp and roll over into a fetal position.

Joel's intense stomping was so full-hearted that he was literally panting and sweating from excursion.

"That was fun, wasn't it Quinn?"

Quinn was sobbing but was still able to motion 'yes' with his head.

"Zach, do you know Quinn here only has one ball?"

Zach nodded his head no slowly, subconsciously stroking his cock as he looked upon the utterly destroyed jock at his feet.

"What happened?"

Joel went on to recall the events that lead to one of Quinn's big nuts disintegrating into history, being sure to use the most colorful euphemisms for a testicular rupture he could think of.

"It popped! Just like that?"

Zach's cock was oozing precum at such a rate it was starting to cause a wet sheen in Quinn's hair, wherein it was falling with abandon.  Quinn, who was starting to recover from his previous merciless stomping slowly rose to his feet and faced his school mate who had for the last ten minutes been literally jerking off on the story of his testicle bursting.

"Yeah, it burst, dude.  It didn't just pop.  It blew apart."

Zach thought he was almost going to lose his load hearing Quinn describe his testicular destruction.  There was a visceral rawness, and graphic almost onomatopoeia-like quality to the word 'burst' that got Zach's mind spinning.

"Can I see?"

Without hesitation Quinn grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, stepping out of them and getting even closer to the adorable nerd.  The two ostensibly polar opposites -- a popular jock and a bookish, though beefy honor student -- eyed each other so hard they were literally licking their lips like two animals about to pounce.  Zach was especially fascinated by Quinn's one-ball sack, imagining how large it would have looked with the other nut still intact.

"When I see a pair of big low hangers like yours I get so turned on,"  Quinn started breathlessly, cupping Zach's nuts gently with one hand whilst stroking his own leaking cock with this other.

"Why?"

Zach stroked his cock furiously while Quinn slowly started to squeeze his sack ever gently.

"I love feeling them in my hand,"

Joel was absolutely loving the scene playing out in front of him. In less than a half hour, Quinn had gotten Zach more turned on by the prospect of having his own huge baby makers busted than Dr. Paulson had managed after having been messing around with the shy -- but sexually hungry -- young man for nearly a year.  The good doctor stroked his cock and took a step toward the two young men who were now standing so close they needed only to lean in slightly toward one another to lock lips.

"Tell him what you wanna do to them,"  Dr. Paulson encouraged in a soothing voice.

"I want to squeeze them. Tug on them,"

As if he was narrating his own porno, Quinn tightened his grip slightly and pulled Zach's already low hanging balls down a bit further.  It was a bit beyond friendly petting, but far below Quinn's full strength and Quinn didn't break eye contact with Zach's delicious brown eyes the entire time as if needing permission to continue. Meanwhile, Zach was busy examining every square centimeter of Quinn's powerful upper body and especially his bicep which was flexing slightly.  It was so big, Zach thought, it seemed like Quinn could rupture him with his bare hands...

"Oooh shit!"

Zach bit his lip and closed his eyes in an effort to fight back the intense orgasm that was boiling in his nuts.

"How hard do you want to squeeze Zach's nuts, Quinn?"

"Really, really hard."

Quinn closed his eyes as he fantasized about squeezing the huge nuts in his hands harder and harder and harder...

"What do you really want to happen to them?" Dr. Paulson egged on.

Both boys were breathing heavily, their eyes closed and their hands stroking their cocks while Dr. Paulson lead them down an entirely dark fantasy.

"I wanna' feel them crack,"

"Oh yeah!" Zach moaned as Quinn's grip continued to increase.

Quinn could feel Zach's nuts being compressed into each other in his rapidly compressing ball bag.  Zach yelped but didn't stop stroking his cock as Quinn compressed his nuts ever flatter, now bringing in his other hand to form a shell around Zach's nuts that was compressing more and more.

"Oh yeah, you want your hands to touch?"

Quinn's hands were now only separated by Zach's fat nuts, so the implications of his hands touching were obvious.

"Ooooh! Mmmm!"

Zach was struggling to hold back a scream and his cock deflated slightly from the intense pain now radiating from his balls which were now being steadily compressed to half their girth and were turning blood red in Quinn's hands.  Quinn, despite his continued effort, could not seem to get Zach's balls to compress any flatter.  Some things, it seemed, were only possible in internet ball busting stories.

"Oh shit! Stop, stop, stop!"

Quinn's quickly outstretched his arms in a reflex as Zach's hulking frame crumpled into him.  Zach  suddenly experience a wave of pure agony the likes of which he had never experienced and it felt absolutely like his beefy nuts had just exploded when in actuality they could have easily held up to much more abuse.  Zach let out guttural scream and would have collapsed completely to his knees if Quinn wasn't holding him up.

"Are you alri -"

"He's fine.  Just couldn't stand up to your guns," Joel interrupted squeezing Quinn's bicep.

Joel did a slow circle around the two boys soaking in the site whilst Zach slowly recovered and regained his footing.  His cock which had been raging for most of the night, was now almost totally soft which was in stark contrast to Joel and Quinn's cocks which were at full attention.

"I think he ought to at least finish us off, don't you?  Joel asked.

Zach, his eyes still blurred with tears was both excited and a little terrified by the prospect of having the two huge cocks in front of him violently rammed down his throat.  Quinn reached out and placed one of his hands in Zach's tussled, sweaty brown hair and applied a slight downward pressure which instantly made Zach's knees begin to bend obediently but Joel roughly grabbed Quinn's hand and removed it.  Zach, confused, sprang back to a full standing position and eyed the hot doctor quizzically.

"I actually had something else in mind,"

Without warning, Joel grabbed for Zach's still tender and slightly swollen right nut with both hands and started to squeeze... hard.

"Oooooh!" Zach gasped and his knees again buckled only this time he was prevented from falling any further than his scrotum would stretch.

"Oh yeah!" Quinn bellowed and grabbed Zach's last nut in the same death grip.

The two randy jocks squeezed and kneaded poor Zach's sack while the lumbering nerd could do nothing but squeal and thrash, prying hopelessly at the two sets of powerful hands that were literally crushing his plums into jelly.  Any attempt to run or even drop to his knees would have no doubt been met with devastating tugging.  All Zach could do was scream and do wild foot shuffling as the pain wracked his body.  He was thrashing so hard his glasses flew off his ace and landed with a clang on the living room floor.

Both of his nuts were screaming and Zach was sure they were about to literally burst open and ooze through Joel and Quinn's fingers.  Quinn and Joel's cocks, meanwhile, were throbbing so hard they were actually painful as each one felt their respective tortured testicle compressed to a super-dense, meaty nugget a fraction of its original size.

"Oh yeah! Make that ball burst!"  Dr. Paulson encouraged Quinn whose face was now red with the effort he was putting into the task.

"My balls! My balls!"

Zach's nuts felt like they were about to actually crack, and there was nothing he could do about it!  The hot stud was frantic and watching how much muscle was being applied to his nuts by his two hunky captors made the situation all the more dire.

"Oh yeah! It's gonna! Pop! It's gonna -- oh shit!"

Quinn released Zach's battered nut as he shot a thick rope of cum that plastered Zach's stomach as his cock spontaneously shot without touching himself.  Joel released his grip on Zach's nut and pushed him to his knees just in time for his own spontaneous load to spew forth like a hose landing on Zach's cheek.  Quinn shot again, followed by two more shots by Joel, then another blast from Quinn.  Zach's adorable pain contorted face was being totally drenched by the two wildly firing cocks.

"Oh fuck! Look at his face!"

Quinn watched as if outside his body as jet after creamy jet landed all over Zach.  By the time it was over, Zach's face and hair were literally dripping with cum and his right eye was plastered shut.
Quinn and Dr. Paulson panted and high-fived each other's handy work as the totally dominated student at their feet slowly stroked his own inflating cock.  His stroking was causing his bruised nuts to bounce, eliciting yelps between moans as Zach looked up at the two panting, sweat-drenched men who had so totally dominated him.  He stroked his cock faster, quickly reaching a furious pace using Joel and Quinn's combined load as lube and was just on the brink of cumming when - without any warning - Quinn snapped his powerful tone leg back and sent his foot crashing into Zach's nuggets.

SPLAT!

Zach's mouth formed a comical 'O' shape, his eyes crossed and he instantly blacked out, convinced his testicles had shattered.  His hulking body fell over into a heap on his back, his cock still hard and pointed toward the ceiling, and Quinn looked upon him dumbstruck. Joel, however was already hard again and playing with his cock as his eyes darted between the passed out Zach and Quinn's awesome masculinity on full display.  Dr. Paulson took a step passed Quinn and roughly kicked Zach's legs apart, leaving the defenseless young mans balls at the V-shaped intersection of his thighs.

"Penalty kick?" Joel chortled.

Quinn looked down at Zach's balls and licked his lips.  Joel was right, Zach's hugely swollen nuts were perched there like two rugby balls ripe to be kicked but at the same time Zach was utterly defenseless. Would it be fair to take such obvious advantage of the situation.  Quinn's heart pounded as he weighed what he would do next in his mind; his body on the other hand wasn't being as deliberative and was already getting into position to execute his decision.  He took a position between Zach's legs, kicked them a bit further apart, reared his leg back and sent his foot sailing.

SPLAT!

Zach let out a weak moan as his balls were sent crashing into this pelvis.

SPLAT!

Zach's huge nuts took on an unhealthy purplish tint as they bounced wildly in their sack.

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

Joel was loving how uninhibited the big rugby player was as his foot collided over and over with Zach's rapidly swelling scrotum.

"Okay, I think he's had enough," Joel got out breathlessly as he felt another orgasm about to rock his body.

"One more?"

Quinn's beautiful eyes took on a puppy dog like begging look and Joel felt his heart skip a beat.

"One more."

Quinn placed a hand on Joel's shoulder for support as he reared his leg back so far he looked like he might tumble backward.  Meanwhile Zach was starting to come around and his cum-plastered eyes opened just barely enough to overlook his barrel chest, down at his big swollen nuts and the towering Quinn who's leg was now sailing toward them as if in slow motion.

"No!"

Quinn explosively shot mid-kick, plastering Zach's face and preventing him from seeing the conclusion of the kick, but he certainty felt and heard it.

BLOOOSH!

Zach blacked out completely as Quinn felt his toe connect with with Zach's stuffed sack with a wet, chunky impact that caused Quinn to be wracked with an orgasm so intense he squealed girlishly and his knees shook.  Had it not been for using  Joel for support, Quinn would have just fallen to his knees in a heap of hormone wracked muscle.

Joel looked upon the scene and smiled; his extra curricular club was starting to form nicely he thought to himself as he slowly removed Quinn's powerful hand from his shoulder, squatted down and reached for Zach's poor manhood to inspect the damage...

The story continues here

10 comments:

  1. Ruptured left testicle, swollen right testicle that Quinn stands on and pops.

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  2. His one nut explode and the good Dr. Paulson pops another while Zach awake again ;-)

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  3. I think both of Zach's nut survived this first barrage of attacks...if just barely. I want the handsome and hunky nerd to suffer a LOT more abuse before his big and beautiful nuts finally crack. :)

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  4. Awesome story!

    I think it would be nice to see Quinn and Zach, each with one nut left in the sack, play a game to determine who will lose his final nut first... :-))

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  5. Quinn cares about his body so much I don't think he wants to lose his last testosterone maker... More reason to lose it!

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  6. OMG this was a great chapter!

    I loved the ballbusting, loved the messy facials, loved the muscles, loved the humor...like the name of the doc's neighborhood containing Quinn's ignored safe word! haha

    The chapter is tagged "No Permanent Damage" so I think that has to be honored...Zach's battered balls barely survive to see another installment or two. I'm sure there are other jock patients who can be worked in after Zach's babymakers are made into paste.

    I'd also like to see Quinn's last nut make it until the very last chapter of this series...despite multiple close calls along the way!

    So glad you're back!

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  7. Good point about the 'no permanent damage' tag already being marked... but tags can be changed :). Don't worry, I have something extra brutal planned for Quinn before everything is said and done. Though I honestly haven't thought about what to do with hapless Zach. Thanks for the feedback!

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  8. Maybe Zach should come in to the doctor's office exam room for a follow-up...one that will finish what this chapter started for him!

    Can't wait to see what happens next!

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  9. I think in the next chapter they both need to be hairy sacked one balled wonders. To be there is nothing better than your Doc to get a good grip on both of those boy's junk. I also think it would be hot chapter to have them grip each other ball as the Doc shoot a load on their faces. BUT mostly I am just glad you are writing again. Do what you want to. Thanks.

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