Good Doctor

Quinn sat on the cold examination bench quietly as the doctor jotted down a few last minute notes onto his chart.  Quinn was getting his annual sports physical at the university medical centre, a usually routine affair that typically only covered the bare minimum requirement for a physical.  Quinn was the last patient of the day, just one of a sea of college students the doctor had had to treat today and his indifference was obvious throughout the exam.
Quinn, a powerfully built twenty-two year old rugby player at Amajor University looked uncharacteristically nervous as he waited for the doctor to finish writing. He ran one of his thick hands through his shaggy black hair, cleared his throat and spat out "Doc, I was wondering.  How do you give yourself a testicular exam?"
The doctor looked up from his pad and eyed the handsome jock.  Quinn was six foot four, with a husky, athletic built.  His pecs were perfectly sculpted, outlined nicely under his white polo shirt.  His thick, muscular legs filled out his too-small jeans and an ample bulge was visible at the intersection of the jock's legs.  Dr. Paulson was openly gay, and always took a professional detachment from the countless attractive, virile young men he treated, but with particularly handsome men his hormones sometimes clouded his professional judgment.   This was the case with Quinn..
Dr. Paulson was in his late forties, his grey hair cut short.  Being a doctor with a specialty in sports medicine, he took particularly good care of himself and his five foot ten body was quite muscular, with his arms bulging out the sleeves of his white medical coat.  Overall Dr. Paulson looked and carried himself like a man ten years his junior.
"Oh, a testicular exam? You mean for cancer screening?"
"Yes.  My pa' was just diagnosed..."
Dr. Paulson showed genuine concern as he took a step closer to the sitting jock.
"... They caught it incredibly early. A miracle, actually. He's going to be fine but it got me thinking that I may have a higher risk, ya' know since it runs in the family, and I wanted to start, ya' know, examining myself."
Dr. Paulson set down his clip board and took a step toward Quinn, putting a hand on his knee in a strictly professional, calming way.
"Well, Quinn. Studies haven't linked regular self examination to increased survival rates with this particular cancer, so the American Cancer Society doesn't have guidelines on how regularly it should be done."
The doctor continued, "But some doctors, including myself, do recommend that patients with a family history or other risk factors do perform regular self checks.  I can show you how if you'd like,"
Quinn nodded affirmatively and stood up. 
"Please lower your pants again," Dr. Paulson said, swallowing hard as the beefy jock pulled his jeans and boxers to his ankles.
Quinn's genitals, matching the rest of his frame, were quite large.  Each of his testicles was slightly smaller than a billiard ball and hung low in the bottom of this hairy sack.  His cock was five inches long and quite thick even though it was totally limp, hanging slightly to the left.
Dr. Paulson grasped the meaty right nut and felt the organ in his hand. Quinn winced from the feeling of the doctor's cold hand on his junk.
"I usually recommend that patients perform the exam after a hot shower or bath, when the genitals are lower in the sack and relaxed.  But I can still show you the basic techniques. Just take a the testicle between your thumb and fingers and roll it applying slight pressure..."
Quinn winced as the doctor squeezed his ball slightly between his thumb and fingers.  Dr. Paulson's cock jumped in his slacks as he felt the surprisingly squishy orb compress in his hands.  He rolled the nut around for a few seconds before stopping.
"Do you feel that?" 
The doctor guided Quinn's hand to a benign lump near the middle of his testicle.

"This is totally normal.  Which is why if you do decide to self exam that you do it regularly, so you get to know what's normal and what isn't what your testicles."
Dr. Paulson dropped Quinn's heavy right nut and reached for the left, grasping the huge organ between his fingers and thumb.  The doctor rolled Quinn's nut in his fingers, squeezing slightly as he examined the hung stud's sex organs.  Quinn winced slightly, apparently his nuts were as sensitive as they were large.  As the doctor rolled the ball, Quinn's cock began to stir.
Quinn's entire body flushed red as he looked down to see his penis was quickly swelling.  Dr. Paulson, pretending not to notice, grasped Quinn's other ball in his hand and was now gently rolling both orbs in his powerful hand.  Quinn winced as his cock continued to grow until was its full nine inch length.  Dr. Paulson swallowed hard as the massive organ pulsed with each beat of the jock's heart, the bulbous mushroom shaped head swelling as Quinn's balls were massaged.
Quinn's handsome face was now beet red in embarrassment.
"I'm not gay. I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him."
Dr. Paulson smiled at the way the stud was addressing his penis as 'him'. 
"It's a totally normal automatic reaction.  It may even happen when you're examining yourself." 
Dr. Paulson had finished actually examining Quinn's testicles, finding nothing wrong, but continued to compress and roll him in his hands, now pressing much harder than necessary.
Quinn winced and his perfect body shuddered as Dr. Paulson's thumbs bore deeper into his fleshy balls. Dr. Paulson kept kneading the large testicles for several minutes until he drove his thumb even deeper into the rugby player's sack.
"Oww, doc. That hurts.:" Quinn yelped as Dr. Paulson's thumbs dug into his balls, now separated from his hands by only a half inch of painfully compressed ball meat. The huge orbs looked like they had been dented in their middles as the doctor continued to press in.
Dr. Paulson's heart quickened and he felt his own seven inch cock throbbing in his slacks. He cleared his throat and did his best to sound professional "Now I'm checking the deeper tissues and membranes."
Quinn screamed and stumbled back, his ass now pressed against the exam table. 
"Do I have to do it so rough to myself" Quinn asked, his face contorted in pain but his massive cock still rock hard.
"No. Only your doctor should. We wouldn't want to cause any permanent damage.  Hmm. Let me look more closely at the left testicle."
Dr. Paulson released Quinn's now reddened right testicle and grasped his horse like left nut with both hands.  One hand was busy compressing the top of the nut and the other hand was compressing the bottom.  Quinn let out a gasp and his eyes were tearing up.  He went to close his legs out of instinct...
"Please keep your legs spread, please."
Quinn complied, spreading his thick legs giving the doctor easy access to his nuts.  Dr. Paulson's heart was pounding as he felt his hands digging further and further into the handsome jocks' nut.  The organ was getting flatter and flatter and Dr. Paulson could feel the delicate membranes starting to give in. 
Quinn was now screaming, begging Dr. Paulson to stop but he kept pressing into the large ball until it was flattened to a half inch thick.  And despite himself, Quinn made a conscious effort to keep his legs open, and his big nuts totally exposed to Dr. Paulson.
"Doc! Doc! Please, that hurts!"  Quinn yelped, his voice cracking.
Despite the pain, Quinn's cock continued to throb painfully, a thick stream of precum dripping from the head.  Dr. Paulson was tempted to take the handsome stud's cock into his mouth, but stopped himself.
"Uh oh.  We don't want your semen to back up."
"You mean like blue balls?" the clueless jock asked while the doctor continued to manhandle his nut.
"Exactly." 
Dr. Paulson took his right hand and started pumping Quinn's enormous cock, using the now pouring stream of precum as lube. His other hand was now entirely encircling the swelling left nut, his bicep flexing as he attempted to literally crush the young man's nut.  Quin cried out, but his mind was too awash with pleasure and pain to fight back.
This rough kneading went on for several minutes and Dr. Paulson was dripping precum himself as he felt Quinn's battered, bloated nut starting to collapse in his hands.  The jock was now screaming steadily, his brute voice echoing in the empty clinical building, but his cock was still rock hard.
"Oh doc! You're crushing it."
"Well you have to ejaculate soon, then I'll stop squeezing."
TWACK! TWACK! TWACK!
The doctor pumped Quinn's enormous dong like his life depending on it...
"Oh doc! You're gonna' squash it!" Quinn wailed, ironically the more the thought about Dr. Paulson's hand crushing his nut the hornier he got.
Dr. Paulson licked his lips and smiled as the powerful muscle jock squirmed, obviously in pain, but going out of his way to keep his balls available to Dr. Paulson.  It was as if the jock subconsciously wanted Dr. Paulson to pop his baby maker.
"Oh! That feels so good! Keep squeezing!"
Dr. Paulson was taken aback, and incredibly aroused, by the hapless jock's exclamation.
"I'm gonna' shoot!" Quinn screamed as his back arched in pleasure.  Dr. Paulson's face and jacket were plastered with four thick, powerful spurts of seamen.
Quinn stood panting, catching his breath as Dr. Paulson slowly let off the pressure on his nut. It was clear to the doctor that he was only a few minutes away from permanently damaging the stud's bull nut. It was incredibly swollen and red, and the doctor could feel that his thumb was starting to destroy the membranes and connective tissue that was keeping the jocks' nut whole and round. Maybe next time, if the doctor played this right, Quinn wouldn't be so lucky.
Quinn looked down at the doctor's messy face and smiled.  He usually wasn't a shooter, but as was evident by the thick splattering of cum dripping off the doctor's face, having his balls squeezed clearly triggered something inside the horny young man.
"Sorry doc. I made a mess.  That felt so fucking good." 
Dr. Paulson washed his face in the exam room's small sink, then headed back to the hapless jock who was now pulling his pants back up.
Quinn looked at the doctor and said meekly "I've never cum like that.
Dr. Paulson smiled, "I must have squeezed it right out of you."
There was a brief silence as the spent rugby stud looked around nervously as if dancing around an awkward question.  Finally he spoke.
"When you were squeezing my nut.. er, testicle, it felt so good. But it hurt. Is that normal?"
Dr. Paulson smiled broadly "Well, some guys do enjoy it."
The two looked at each other for what seemed like a long time before Quinn finally spoke "Maybe I should come in for an exam tomorrow."
"And the next day probably, just to make sure I didn't miss anything."
Thinking back to the weirdly erotic, explosive orgasm he had just had, Quinn nodded his head in agreement.
"Actually, Quinn.  I could give you a harder--- I mean more thorough examination at my private office. At home."
Quinn wasn't sure why, but his cock instantly got hard again at the prospect of getting another ball squeezing from Dr. Paulson. Maybe next time he'd press in even harder...
"That sounds great, doc!"  Quinn said smiling.
"How hard can you squeeze?"
"As hard as you want,"
Dr. Paulson held out his arm, palm opened, and began clenching his fist as if he was wrapping it around a nice juicy testicle.  Quinn's eyes grew large, and his cock began to stir as he watched the handsome doctor's fist close tighter and tighter.  Quinn imagined one of his own nuts trapped in the slowly closing space inside Dr. Paulson's hand. 
Just as Dr. Paulson's hand compressed to about the same distance it had been when Quinn shot, he made eye contact with the mesmerized stud and licked his lips.  Dr. Paulson feigned as if he was encountering invisible resistance, pretending that his fist couldn't close any more.
Quinn's cock was fully erect again as he imagined his nut was being crushed by Dr. Paulson.  The doctor smiled broadly as he dramatically clenched his fist totally shut rapidly, as if he'd finally broken through the invisible resistance.  Quinn thought he was going to shoot another load as he envisioned what would have happened to his nut had it been in the doctor's palm.  Would it have burst?
"Wouldn't that kind of pressure damage me?"  Quinn asked breathlessly, his mind racing with a graphic visual of his ruined nut oozing from between Dr. Paulson's fingers.
"Yes.  Your testicle would have been crushed."
"Popped?"
Dr. Paulson nodded affirmatively.
Quinn swallowed hard.
"Hot."

The story continues here

Ruined Mechanic

Read about Max's previous victim here.

Max had been sitting on the rest stop toilet for nearly an hour. It was well past three in the morning and only two other men had entered the rest stop that evening and none  of them were responsive to his suggestive foot tapping.  Maybe this was going to be a bust evening.  He ran a hand through his now blond hair and was about to exit the stall when he heard the restroom door open.  Heavy footsteps lead quickly to the next stall. Max could tell that the man was sitting, but not actually using the toilet.

He gently tapped his foot.

The man, to Max's pleasure, reciprocated.

Max knelt down and removed the toilet paper holder which was only half bolted to the wall, revealing a large glory hole.  Almost before the hole was completely uncovered a fat nine inch black cock and two large balls were pushed through the hole.  Max inhaled the man's scent slowly. It was clean, yet had a hint of masculine odor that got Max instantly hard.  Without further delay, Max inhaled the man's dripping cock and began to suck.  He took the long tool all the way to the base of the man's balls, which caused the Stranger to gasp in pleasure.

"Oh yeah," came a deep voice from the other side.

Max bobbed up and down on the truly enormous dong like a champion, putting a hand on his throat so he could feel the bulge as nine inches of cock snaked its way down.  The Stranger was moaning heavily and, after only a few minutes, Max could feel the large nuts, which he had been gently cupping, starting to retract.  It was time.

"Oh yeah..." the Stranger moaned breathlessly, furiously pumping his cock into Max's face.

Max slowly reached for the butcher knife he'd laid next to the toilet and slowly positioned it. With one hard swoop, he was going to sever the man's dangling nuts right as we was cumming.  The anticipation made Max drip with precum, his own cock raging in his jeans.  His breathing quickened and his palms became sweaty.  This was a large pair of nuts and he was sure they'd go great in his collection.  He was studying the stuffed sack, noticing that the right nut was much more oblong and bigger than the left, which felt..

"It's cumming!" the Stranger screamed and Max felt a burst of goo splatter his tonsils.

Shit! Max thought, he'd gotten distracted.  Without further delay he swung the butcher blade and it collided with the man's sack. The Stranger let out a hideous shriek and Max could hear the man fall with a slump to the ground.  But the man's balls had retracted between the time Max had took aim and the time he swung. As a result, the blade didn't slice cleanly into the dangling sack, it bisected the juicy testicles, slicing them in half like two black grapefruits.  Max looked down and saw the two testicle halves on the floor.  He scooped them up and,  almost going into the next stall to finish the job, but reconsidered.

As he made his way into the forest surrounding the rest stop Max stopped, looked down at the two testicle halves in his hands and threw them down.  He looked at the ruined things just for a moment before stomping them into a gooey paste under his foot.

Those didn't count, he concluded.  Only whole nuts did.  He continued, satisfied that the two halve testicles were nothing but an unrecognizable mess, and contemplated how best to totally sever his next victim from his balls...

Max wandered for several miles, staying just out of sight of the few headlights that came down the nearly abandoned highway bypass.  It was approaching four A.M, but he hadn't collected a proper pair for the night.  The thought of aborting, and trying again another time crept to him when suddenly, as if on cue, a small car repair shop appeared on the horizon.  Although it was actually only dimly lit, the building shone brightly against the stark dark night sky. 

Max hesitantly approached the building. He had almost nutted a mechanic a few weeks prior in a similar back roads repair shop, but the guy's testicles had ruptured from being pulled by the pliers before they were severed.  Max left the guy there, crushed balls still attached. After all, he only wanted to take whole testicles.  Though he wasn't opposed to crushing them to goo once removed, like over-stuffed stress balls.

Max peaked into the window and saw a small, cluttered counter, behind which was a single automobile service bay, the back wall full of tools.  Max pulled at the door, which was locked. He peered through the glass, hoping to find some young, cute mechanic working late...

Suddenly a figure appeared from the service bay. Max's eyes were still adjusting from the transition to near total darkness so it took him a minute to make out the outline of a very handsome, twenty-something blonde standing behind the counter.  His short hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, his chiseled face dirty from grease and dirt.  The mechanic was wearing only a tight fitting white T-shirt, a name Max couldn't make out from that distance was stitched over the left breast, and blue jeans, both rather dirty and sweaty.  He had obviously been just at work, and the thought of un-nutting this muscular young man while he was ripe from work was making Max's cock stir. 

As he approached, Max could make out that the Mechanic was about five foot ten, maybe one sixty, and well built, but not too muscular.  Max was slightly shorter, but -- mixed with the element of surprised -- he was sure he could handle him.  As the Mechanic approached, Max -- remembering his shirt was still bloody from earlier, started playing the role of the victim, pounding at the door and screaming for help. 

Oh wow, he's cute, Max thought as the youthful Mechanic flung open the door in a panic.

"Are you okay, buddy?"  the Mechanic asked, his soft voice -- even through his alarm - only made him seem even more youthful.

"He just kept hitting me, I was so scared..." Max cried, thoroughly convincing tears streaming down his face as he walked through the door.  He made a point of reading the young blonde's name; Adam.

"Oh shit, is he here?" Adam asked, ushering Max to the counter and quickly closing -- and locking the door behind him.

 Max was now at the counter, facing Adam, and abruptly stopped his charade.   Adam, his adrenaline still pumping from this late night 'victim' was confused, and only just became aware of the bloodied knife sticking out of Max's pocket...

"What the..."

Max grabbed the knife before Adam could act and, in a surprisingly agile move, grabbed Adam's arm, spun him around and pulled him toward himself.  Max's now raging cock was pressed against the young man's back, the blade of the knife was held so tightly against Adam's throat, it drew blood when his neck barely bulged with a swallow.

"Don't move." Max whispered with incongruent softness into the now crying man's ear, "Take me into the shop," said Max motioning his head toward the mechanics bay.

"Pl-please! Just take the money, "

"I don't want the money..."

Adam, too distracted by the knife was only just now consciously aware of the hard cock pressed into his back. 

"No! No! Please don't rape me...." Adam said through sobs, too petrified to even attempt to move lest the blade plunge into his neck.

Max didn't dignify the plea with a response, instead slowly walking Adam around the counter into the mechanics' bay.  As they rounded the counter, Max caught a glimpse of a photograph taped to the computer monitor.  It was Adam smiling broadly as another man, a brunette, kissed him on the cheek.
"Who is that?"  Max asked still slowly walking Adam into the bay.

"My husband.... please I just wanna' see him again," Adam cried.  The young man was hysterical with fear, which was only making Max's cock harder.

"Do what I say, and you just might,"  Max said softly in Adam's ear as they entered the bay.

The two stopped just a few feet away from a car that was suspended at waist level on a hoist.  Max, being mindful not to give Adam an opening to play the hero, glanced around quickly to see what he could use to castrate the unsuspecting mechanic.  He grinned to himself when his eyes came across something on a back shelf.

"Get down," Max shouted, lowering the blade and shoving Adam to the ground.
 
Adam, still too petrified to mount a fight, stayed on all fours, fighting back sobs.  "Please, don't hurt me. Plea---"

WHOOMPH! CRUNCH! -  Max delivered a kick between the young man's legs so powerful that Adam's backside was lifted into the air.  Adam let  out a scream and fell over, landing on his stomach. Adam rolled to his back in agony and  Max took the few moments the dazed mechanic was rolling in pain  to run to the shelf and grab a spooled length of twine.  He returned, Adam still clutching his nuts, and promptly stomped on Adam's chest and he was sure he felt something crack.

Adam gasped, his arms instantly clutching his chest, which left his crotch open again...

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! Max stomped on the slight bulge in Adam's dirty jeans several times, each time eliciting a squeal from the young man, who was now in too much pain from his cracked rib and throbbing nuts to mount any kind of response.  Adam was pleading, begging Max to stop, but Max kept stomping and grinding the mound, the young man's firm testicles being squashed into his pelvis.
 
"Shut the fuck up!"  Max roared with a ferocity that startled even himself, tiring of Adam's begging.
 
He kicked Adam in the side of the head so hard his neck snapped violently to the side and the young man almost instantly blacked out.  Except for a trickle of blood coming from his nose and the shoe prints on his crotch, Adam looked like he could have just been peacefully sleeping.  Max swooped down and put his finger under his nose... a slight puff of air signaled Adam was still breathing.  Max got to work literally ripping Adam's sweat and grease stained T-shirt off, revealing a nicely defined, albeit bruised chest.  A washboard like trail of abs ran down this stomach into his pants.  Max licked his lips, his own pants now soaked with precum, as he dove his head into Adam's chest and began to swirl his nipples with his tongue. 

Adam's head rocked slightly to the side and Max thought he heard him groan in pain, but he kept going.  While he did this, Max massaged the lump in Adam's pants until he could feel the unconscious cock starting to come to life.   That was his cue.

Rubbing a hand over Adam's rippling stomach with one hand, Max unbuttoned Adam's jeans with the other. He pulled them and his underwear down to his knees revealing two shaved walnut sized nuts tight to his body.  His hardening cock was only about five inches long but incredibly thick and veiny.  His husband must enjoy this, Max thought.  Adam's distinct odor of sweat and masculinity wafted up from the now totally exposed crotch and, for a moment, Max had to stop fondling the young man lest he blow his load right there.  

For a brief moment, Max considered abandoning his plan to destroy Adam's sex life - and by extension the sex life of his partner.   Adam was, Max had to admit, simply beautiful. His rippling, but not imposing physique, the way he smelled, his handsome face.... Max rubbed the bulge in his crotch as he ran a finger to Adam's butt hole.  It was so tight Max could hardly get a knuckle in.  Adam's ass subconsciously twitched, clenching Max's finger tightly.  Max's cock dripped precum and for a moment he contemplated just plowing Adam's tight hole and leaving him be. But then Adam thought back to the very first pair of balls he had crushed into a goo all over a bathroom stall and his cock jumped at the memory.  No, Max concluded, castrating Adam would be infinitely more fun than fucking him.

Without any more thoughts about pounding the mechanic, Max tied the twine tightly around the base of Adam's sack, making sure there was still a bit of slack. He then tied it to the underside of the vehicle hoist.  Adam was starting to stir a bit.

"Pl-please don't hurt me no more," Adam barely got out, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Oh this won't take long," Max whispered in Adam's ear.

He quickly found the lever next to the hoist that controlled it going up or down.  He pulled it forward and the hoist noisily started to rise, lifting the car and pulling at Adam's sack.

Adam groaned, but was still too out of it to respond.  As the hoist rose, Adam's sack was pulled one.. two... three inches from his body.  Then it suddenly stopped stretching, even as the hoist kept rising.  The noose tightened around the balls, which were being pulled painfully against the top of the stretched sack and were quickly swelling and turning purple as they were starved of oxygen.

Finally it happened.  Max smiled to himself as he saw Adam's tight body slowly lifting from the ground.  When Adam was clear of the ground by a few inches, Max stopped the hoist.  He walked up to Adam and looked down at the unconscious stud. 

"Mmm, wonder how long they'll hold up," Max joked to no one.

Adam's body was being suspended entirely by his nuts and it was obvious the strain was getting to be too much for the poor organs.  After a few minutes, as Max watched silently, the bulging sack turned completely bluish purple. Adam's balls were dying.  Adam slowly began to come around and, as if overcome with a shot of adrenaline, starting begging and pleading in earnest.

"OH GOD! Let me go!  Let me down!"  Adam screamed at the top of his lungs, his arms and legs flailing.  "They're ripping!"

Max watched as Adam's body slowly started to lower, the sack stretching further... and further....

"PLEASE!"  Adam screamed a final time before his cries became an unintelligible drone.

Max ignored him and raised the hoist a few more inches.  Adam's body lowered further as his sack was viciously stretched.  Max walked up the writhing blonde and put a hand on the bulging nuts.  They were still warm but didn't feel quite as hot as they should have been. They were also now totally blackish blue.

"Yup, these things are toast, Adam.  Hope you're a bottom,"  Max joked cruelly.

Adam's screaming was at a fever pitch as his sack stretched further... and further... and ...

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.... THUD!

There was a loud, disgusting ripping followed by a thud as Adam's body fell to the floor. The severed balls still suspended from the hoist.  Adam's hand immediately reached for his crotch as he sobbed and begged for Max for help. Max stepped over Adam's gorgeous body and casually retrieved the hanging ball sack.  He rolled the organs still in their sack in his hands for several moments, savoring how they felt totally detached from their owner.  He squeezed his hand tightly, feeling the dead baby makers compress under the strain. He kept squeezing and squeezing, determined to crush at least one of them right there in the garage.  His efforts didn't take long. The membranes of Adam's abused right nut collapsed and Max explosively came in his jeans without touching himself when he felt his fist totally close over what had once been a firm, virile nut.

Max nearly doubled over as gush after gush of seed splattered the inside of his pants.  Then, matter of factly he turned to leave the garage, stopping at the desk.  He looked at the picture of a smiling Adam and his equally cute husband and thought to himself how they had probably had sex the same day that picture was taken, Adam's balls slamming into his husband's ass as the brunette was bred.  The same balls that were now in Max's hands, half crushed. He grinned as he reaching for the cordless phone, throwing it at Adam.  It hit him in the side of the face and as Max left, he turned to see Adam frantically dialing for help. 
--
"Local. Trusted. Live. This is News Eight at Eleven," came a dramatic voice over rousing fanfare.

"Good evening, I'm Dianne Simmons.  We start tonight with breaking news that City officials are launching a dedicated task force to track down the assailant in a string of gruesome attacks on young men, most recently two victims found just miles apart,"  an attractive woman began the news cast.

"That's right, Dianne. This man is wanted in connection to what police are calling a string of sexual assaults. Although all of the victims have been gay men, police are stopping short of calling this a hate crime..."

A police sketch flashed across the screen.

Max turned off the television, casually sipping a martini.  He was sitting on an overstuffed leather couch, a fire roaring in the large fireplace of his luxurious uptown apartment.  In front of him on the cocktail table his untouched Surface displayed spreadsheets and charts, work he'd bought home from his accounting firm.  As he picked up his tablet and began to scroll through the figures on the screen, but his mind was distracted. 

The police sketches were beginning to look a little too much like him. Perhaps he was getting too brazen as his 'trophy' collection had grown.  He closed out of the spreadsheet app and opened his email; it was filled with casual correspondences and invitations to cocktail parties. He responded, genuinely laughing and smiling at the routine personal emails.

None of his recipients suspected for a moment that the emails they would be reading in response were being typed by the same hands that had crushed, sliced and ripped off so many pairs of nuts.

After a while, he sat down the tablet and finished his drink.  His obligations as the fun loving, goofy sidekick 'Max' were finished for the night. He began plotting his next hunting excursion with the calculated casualness he had just addressed his emails. 

The End - Max The Ripper