Crushed Ginger: The Ghost Network III

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Good Doctor: Followup

Sorry for the delay in posting!

Here is the second part of the 'Good Doctor' series. (Part 1 is here) 

Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of a basketball being dribbled wafted into Quinn's open bedroom window as a group of young men played a pickup game on the street outside. It was twilight, yet the summer heat was relentless, the muggy air was a stubborn ninety degrees even as the sun had already disappeared behind the apartment buildings on the horizon.

In an attempt to stay cool, Quinn had stripped down to his underwear, bright yellow bikini cut briefs that contrasted sharply with his well-tanned, thick thighs. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he lay in bed ticking off his grad school preparation to-do list in his head in an effort to forget the heat, but it was no use. It was just too hot.

Quinn stood up and made his way to the window, peering down at the basketball game below. His blinds were adjusted in such a way that he could look out fairly easily without the players being able to see in, giving him the perfect vantage point to take in the scene.

Every one of the players looked to be in his late teens or early twenties, neighborhood kids out having a bit of fun before nightfall, and all of them wearing nothing but knee-length basketball shorts as they ran up and down the makeshift court. Quinn could feel his briefs getting tighter as we watched all of the muscular bodies glisten from sweat, competitive concentration etched across all of their young faces, totally unaware that three stories above a hunky grad student was mentally undressing them.

As he watched, Quinn became especially fixated on an extremely good looking Latino with long black hair that was matted to his forehead from sweat. The player, who couldn't have been older than twenty, was about six feet tall and looked to have virtually no body fat on his lean frame. His stomach was a rippling twelve pack that put Quinn's own sculpted, albeit heftier, frame to shame and his legs were slim but well defined and powerful. The Latin kid was wearing a pair of knee-length white shorts that were in stark contrast to his very tanned skin and Quinn licked his lips as he envisioned what those few millimeters of fabric were hiding. Occasionally, the Latin would twist his body in such a way that his big, floppy nuts would swing forward, creating an obvious bulge against the loose fitting fabric.

Soon, all Quinn could focus on were the fleeting bulges that would appear in all the player's crotches as they ran around, apparently none of them wearing underwear. They were just a bunch of gym rats showing off their chiseled bodies to the world and letting their heavy, sweaty nuts swing freely as they did so. All of that raw masculinity just dangling like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked... or smashed.

Quinn's hand began to rub his by now fully hard penis as the ten inch fuck stick throbbed against his tight shorts. In his head, Quinn envisioned going out and making small talk with the Latin kid and inviting him up to his apartment. As the two chatted, Quin would lean in for a kiss and start making out with the hot young man, working over his perfect body until his sweaty shorts came off.

Quinn, whose 6 foot 4, husky rugby-shaped build would dwarf even the built Latino, would lure the unsuspecting hunk into his bedroom. The Latin would splay himself on the bed, face down waiting to get rammed, but instead Quinn would be fixated on the huge, hairy bollocks just laying between the kid's thighs.

“Fuck me!” the hunky basketball player would scream, bucking his hips in anticipation, and Quinn would climb on top of him.

But instead of lining up his throbbing cock to plunge into the guy's waiting hole, Quinn would ball his powerful, meaty hand into a fist, aim and slam it into the man's nuts, crushing them into the mattress.

SPLAT! SPLAT!

Before the horny basketballer had even realized what happened Quinn would have plowed his fist into his nuts two more times. The kid screams and attempts to flip over, but Quinn takes advantage of the confusion and climbs on his back, straddling his perfectly-defined back, facing the Latin's balls.

Quinn would grab the man's big left nut in his hand, line up his fist and...

SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT

The guy's hysterical, but Quinn's too heavy for him to get up.

SPLAT SPLAT

Quinn pounds the man's swelling left nut over and over. Quinn can feel that his powerful fist is reducing the whimpering man's testicle into jelly...

Quinn's fantasy was interrupted by a wet sensation in his shorts. He was leaking precum in a steady stream and a large sticky wet spot had formed on his crotch, making the tight fabric even more clingy so that it perfectly outlined his cock and impressively-large, egg-shaped balls.

The randy rugby player stepped away from the window and peeled off his shorts but not before catching one more glance of the strapping basketball players. Quinn then made his way to his unmade bed, lay down and wasted no time getting to work on his meat. Quinn pumped all ten inches of his cock with both hands, his precum making an excellent lubricant, as he played out the scene of him pounding the Latin's nuts over and over.

TWACK TWACK TWACK

The closer the big Latin eggs got to being scrambled in Quinn's, fantasy the harder his cock began and the more frantic the stroking. Quinn's husky body bucked in pleasure as he felt one of his signature massive loads building in his boiling nuts.

“Please stop! You're gonna pop it!” Quinn envisioned the desperate Latin screaming as his fist pounded mercilessly into his swollen nut.

TWACK TWACK TWACK

“Ohh mmm!” Quinn moaned.

He opened his eyes and looked down at himself. His mounding pecs were glistening with sweat, as was his washboard abs and towering over those monuments of masculinity was his raging cock. A steady stream of precum was overflowing out of his mushroom shaped head pooling on his nuts. Wrapped around it were both of his powerful fists, their pumping action causing his large biceps to bulge and flex as he desperately tried to get himself off. I'm so hot, he couldn't help but think as he admired all of the raw, sweaty muscle on display.

And at the center of it all, literally the source of all of his studly hormones and masculinity were his two large, shaved nuts just resting on the bed between his thighs.

TWACK TWACK TWACK

Quinn's jerking was causing his nut sack to bounce wildly, slapping against the bed and his thighs. He couldn't help but think about how vulnerable they were just then. What if those alpha-male jocks had caught his spying on them and stormed into his apartment; they could pin him down while one of them, maybe the Latin guy, used his fists to pound Quinn's worthless sack into mush...

TWACK TWACK TWACK

Quinn closed his eyes as his fantasy resumed in ernest, only now it was he whose balls were being pounded into oblivious. The more Quinn thought about his giant sack being turned into a bag of mush, the more precum he leaked. Just the thought of having his nuts squashed was turning the steady leak of precum into squirts of the sticky liquid. Was this normal? It didn't matter at this point, Quinn was close to shooting and his macabre fantasy about having a line of teenage hunks take turns trying to crush his spuds was about to send him over the edge.

TWACK TWACK TWACK

Quinn released a hand from his cock and used it to rub all over his body. His inner thighs, his rippled abs, his pecs, running his hand through his shaggy, sweat-soaked black hair, taking in all of his own raw male essence like an aphrodisiac. But no matter how impressive Quinn pumped up his pecs, worked his arms or sculpted his powerful legs, none of it would matter if those basketball players succeeded in popping his man cherries...

TWACK TWACK TWACK

“Oh... oh shit! Oh shit!”

Quin let out a guttural scream as his ball bag finally collapsed into mushy ruin at the hands of his fantasy attackers. At the exact moment that grisly image flashed in his head, Quinn's cock erupted. Gob after gob of cum showered over Quinn as his hips bucked wildly, sending cum flying in all directions. Cum now soaked his pecs and neck, but Quinn was still cumming. He was in awe at the seemingly endless waves of orgasmic pleasure and looked down at his cock hoping to catch a glimpse of his powerful fuck stick delivering its sticky load. The timing couldn't have been better as just then Quinn's out of control dick shot three powerful blasts that would have easily hit the headboard, had his ruggedly handsome face not been in the way.

Quinn's face was absolutely plastered in jizz, at nearly point blank range as his cock squirted again and again. He was in such ecstasy that his entire hunky frame was writhing and he couldn't help but squeal girlishly as the last few spurts of cum landed on his abs.

By the time the torrential cum shot was over, Quinn was a pile of sticky, cum scented muscle. Jizz was dripping from the tip of his nose and had plastered his right eye shut. Cum was in his hair, all over his pecs and had his abs resembled a a heavily glazed doughnut. He lay breathing heavily for a few minutes before making his way to the bathroom to cleanup. As he strolled down the hallway, his cock already semi-hard again, he thought to himself: How much force would it actually take to turn these into mush? He grasped his sagging, spent nuts and gave them a squeeze so firm that it actually made him double over. And at that moment, Quinn was determined to answer that question.

Quinn didn't even bother finishing his stroll to the bathroom, instead he grabbed his laptop and pecked out a short yet to the point online ad that read as follows:

RUGBY DUDE NEEDS HIS BALLS BASHED IN
Hunky, handsome and horny rugby stud wants to test out just how much these babies can take. Do you have the balls to crack these oversized jock nuts?

He attached a picture of his huge nuts, thick black hair still matted to them with jizz, next to an egg to show off their size and a body shot that ended just above the neck. He took the last pic from many different angles, picking the one that made his frame look the beefiest. When he was satisfied with the ad, he clicked 'upload' and gave his balls another squeeze.

Unfortunately, no one responded. As summer gave way to fall, Quinn completely forgot about the ad. Time passed and Christmas decorations came and went, then came spring. The first summer flowers were just starting to bloom marking nearly a year since Quinn had posted the ad...

It was an unusually warm early summer's day and Quinn was sunbathing by the pool of his apartment. His skin was a perfect shade of tanned golden brown which, combined with a sheen of sweat that was forming, made his muscular frame look amazing. He was only wearing a tight blue speedo that showed off every inch of his genitals much to the delight of girls who were stealing glances from the balconies above.

BUZZZ

Quinn was awakened from a half sleep by the vibrating alert of his cellphone. He lazily picked up the device and instantly felt his speedo tighten by what displayed on the screen: “Ready to have those nuts cracked?”

Quinn could feel his cock starting to stretch the fabric of his swimwear and hastily made his way back to his apartment so he could finish the email without risking tenting his speedo in broad daylight. As soon as the door closed behind him, Quinn opened the email in full and read:

Hey Rugby Stud,
Those are some mighty large nuts you've got there between those powerful legs. I can just imagine all those hours you must spend at the gym sculpting such an awesome body. Pushing your body to the limit. And now you want to test out those big man eggs, too? Hmm. I have a mallet right here on my desk that I bet I could pound them so hard they explode in the sack, instantly turned to hamburger meat. Mmm, Just imagine a bag of mush swinging there. Or how about you sit with your back against the wall, legs spread wide and I take my size twelve cleats and stomp them like grapes until they burst and splatter all over those muscular thighs. How many stomps would that take? I think we should find out. Perhaps we start out with a light mallet and increase the weight until they crack? Hey, I have ten mallets ranging from feather light to I-can-barely-lift-it, no guy has ever been able to take more than the third one, so what do you say we see if a big stud like you can't beat that record, and then some.

I'm 45, five foot ten, not in as good of shape as you but take care of myself. My pic is attached. If you're interested in really testing those nuts to their limit, message me. This will be no holds barred, consider this your only warning. Just how much CAN those tough nuts endure...?

-- J.P

Quinn was stroking his fat leaking cock as he opened the attached images. J.P was in remarkably good shape for being 45, Quinn thought. His rippling abs disappeared into a pair of tight leather pants with a huge bulge in the crotch and he was holding a rubber mallet in his flexed right arm. J.P's arms looked almost disproportionately large, even against the rest of his muscular frame, and Quinn could just imagine the damage those guns could inflict on his boys.

Quinn pecked out a brief “I'm interested! Want to meet Saturday?” reply before putting down the phone and starting to stroke his cock with both hands.

Quinn had just starting cumming when his phone vibrated again. It was J.P confirming their meeting that coming Saturday night.

The rest of the week flew by for Quinn as he anxiously awaited meeting J.P. By the time Saturday night arrived, Quinn was trembling in anticipation, not out of fear for what was about to happen to his nuts, but sheer excitement. Quinn's car made it's way down the whimsically named streets of a subdivision near campus just before 6 o'clock and as he turned onto Blossoming Chrysanthemum Lane he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. This was the street J.P lived on, there was no turning back now.

Quinn passed four almost identical two-story Colonial brick houses before arriving at the address in J.P's email. Quinn couldn't help but feel he was being watched as his car eased into the driveway. As the handsome stud made his way to the stately front entryway all he could hear was the now thunderous booming of his heart and he could feel his dick already starting to stiffen.

DING DONG

Quinn stood patiently for nearly a minute and was just about to press the doorbell again when the door swung open. Both Quinn and J.P stood in muted shock for a moment as a flash of recognition came upon them both. Quinn instantly recognized J.P as Dr. Paulson, a physician with the university health clinic who had given him a rougher-than-necessary testicular exam the previous summer and Dr. Paul recognized Quinn as the handsome jock who got off having his balls smashed.

“Well come on in,” Dr. Paulson said with a warm smile.

“I'm Joel Paulson.”

“Quinn. Nice to meet you,” Quinn couldn't help but feel relieved he wasn't meeting with a complete stranger.

Joel was wearing black slacks and a white button up dress shirt that seemed to be straining to contain his broad torso and the arms bulged from his biceps. His hair was slightly longer than Quinn remembered, but still fairly short and steely gray.

Quinn was wearing a pair of blue jeans, his junk bulging at the front, and a plain white T-shift that clung to this upper body. He had trimmed his hair so it was a neat military style buzz cut instead of the usual mess of shaggy black. The hairstyle aged his face slightly and Joel couldn't help but lick his lips as slightly as he eyed the young man up and down.

“Take off your shirt,” Joel barked.

Quinn obliged leaving the T-shift on the foyer floor. Joel seemed to like what he saw and began rubbing his string hands up and down Quinn's washboard abs and pecs.

“Mmm. Nice.” Joel said, leaning in closer to inhale Quinn's scent.

“Thank you. You aren't bad yourself.”

Joel was a tightly build jock Quinn would have loved to bend over and fuck mercilessly, and maybe he'd get the chance if things went well tonight.

“So, you really wanna' test these to their limit?”

Joel asked in a soft voice as he rubbed his hand over the obvious ball-shaped lumps in Quinn's pants.

“And beyond, sir.”

“Mmm. Very nice.”

Joel didn't break eye contact with the gorgeous jock as he slowly unzipped Quinn's jeans. Without being told, Quinn stepped out of the jeans so that he was standing in the entry way in only his underwear. Joel's eyes brightened as he saw the outline of Quinn's enormous nads through the thin fabric. Quinn's cock was already semi-hard and was poking up from the waistband.

Quinn's face flushed red as Joel slowly pulled down the underwear, the last thin line of defense between Quinn's nuts and whatever macabre designs Joel had in store for them.

Joel dropped to his knees in front of the hulking jock and looked up at him for a moment before inhaling Quinn's entire ten inch cock at once. Quinn gasped in pleasure. No one had ever taken his entire cock before, but here was Dr. Paulson expertly bobbing up and down like his life depended on it.

“Oh... oh...” Quinn moaned as Dr. Paulson grasped Quinn's legs as if to brace himself.

Quinn put his large hands on the back of Joel's head and slowly started pushing it forward, increasing speed until Joel was moaning even loader. The young jock increased his rhythmic hip thrusts until he was violently skull fucking the hot little jock below him.

Quinn grunted and moaned like and animal as he rammed Joel's head up and down his cock so hard that his heavy nuts were slamming into the good doctor's chin .Joel, incredibly, was moaning in pleasure as if Quinn's long cock hardly phased him. Quinn had never had such an expert blow job and could feel he was about to shoot his load. Joel, meanwhile was sucking Quinn's thick cock like a vacuum and moaning loudly as he worked to help Quinn spew his load.

“Oh shit! I'm gonna' bust in your mouth,”

The slutty doctor looked up into Quinn's eyes as if pleading for the horny jock to coat the back of his throat with jizz. Quinn grunted and moaned, bucking his hips as he felt his boiling load about to be unleashed. Something about looking down at another buff jock literally begging to get a mouth full of man milk was a huge turn on to Quinn...

“Oh shit!”

Quinn screamed as he felt ropes of cum splattering the back of Joel's throat. Joel expertly swallowed every drop of the copious load, continuing to lick and suck the heavy fuck stick until Quinn's entire load was sloshing around in his stomach.

“Mmm, tasty. Would be a shame if that was the last load.”

Quinn's cock jumped at the thinly veiled threat.

Joel stood up, licking cum off his fingers like it was a delicacy. Quinn was panting from his explosive release, but his cock remained rock hard.

“Already ready for another round I see,” Joel said softly as he grasped the base on Quinn's fully erect cock.

“I haven’t been fucked in so long. I'm probably super tight.”

Joel turned and backed his slacks-clad ass into Quinn's cock. Quinn spurted precum all over the slacks as Joel teasingly rubbed his ass against the young jock's fuck pole.

“You'd probably rip me in half, right stud.”

Quinn couldn't hold back and wrapped his arms around the handsome older jock, pulling him against his body. Joel could feel the sticky head of Quinn's cock as it poked into his back.

“Mmm. Such a stud,” Joel moaned as he turned to face Quinn.

“But I wonder how much of a stud you'd be without these,”

The words hadn't fully sunk into Quinn's hormone soaked brain before Joel grabbed Quinn's balls, one in each hand, and squeezed. Quinn gasped and would have doubled over had Joel's grip had it not been for Joel's powerful grip holding him up. Joel's face was contorted in effort and his powerful biceps bulged and flexed as Quinn's firm balls were slowly crushed in his grip.

Quinn let out a throaty scream followed by a whimper as Joel released his death grip on his nuts and allowed the taller stud to crumple to his knees. The viscous squeezing lasted less than ten seconds, but to Quinn it felt infinitely longer. Despite the pain radiating from his sack, Quinn's rock was raging and an odd yet familiar feeling of tortured pleasure flooded his his mind.

“Alright, let's get started.”

Joel lead Quinn through the house to a small back bedroom. The room, like the rest of the house, was decorated in heavy, conservative wooden furniture. In the middle of the room was a sturdy looking wooden chair with a disproportionately elongated seat.

“Have a seat, Quinn.”

Quinn wasted no time obliging. His bloated sack was still slightly red from the earlier squeezing and was now resting on the chair seat between Quinn's legs.

“They look so vulnerable like that, don't they?” Joel began, admiring the two huge targets.

“Yeah, they are.”

Quinn's heart was pounding. What was Joel going to do to him?

Joel went to the room's closet and pulled out a knapsack filled with jangling objects and approached Quinn. First, Joel produced several lengths of rope that he used to secure Quinn's ankles to the legs of the chair, then crisscrossed the studly athlete's chest until he was tightly bound to the chair back. Next Quinn's arms were bound behind his back so tightly he could barely move. Joel stepped back to admire his handy work. Here was a gorgeous, hulking twenty-something in the prime of his life utterly defenseless with his heavy nuts exposed for whatever Joel could think of.

The same thought was going through Quinn's head as his throbbing cock pulsed in rhythm to his excited heart.

Next, Joel produced four doughnut shaped thick yellow elastic bands which he slipped over Quinn's nut sack. The bands kept Quinn's sex organs from being able to retreat into his body, making them bulge obscenely against the skin of his scrotum at the bottom of his sack. They were stretched nearly five inches away from Quinn's crotch, resting against the hard wooden chair seat. Quinn was absolutely defenseless...

Joel reached into the back and produced a small metal wrench. Quinn's eyes grew wide with a mix of fear and excitement as Joel approached. When Joel saw the look on the young stud's face he smiled broadly.

“Oh, this isn't for those nuts,” he began motioning to Quinn's lap.

“I need to make sure the chair is secure. Don't want a big jock like you getting loose.”

Joel knelt down and tightened the four nuts that were keeping the chair bolted securely to the floor. This was clearly not the first time Dr. Paulson had used this setup, Quinn realized. When he was satisfied, Joel stood up, grasped Quinn's hulking torso and gave him – and by extension the chair – a powerful shake. To Joel's pleasure the chair didn't budge.

“Okay, so here is how we're going to do this. I have ten mallets in the bag that I'm going to use to pound down on these babies. I'll only use each mallet for one stroke before moving on the next. When you feel like you've hit your limit, let me know.”

“Like a safe word?” Quinn asked excitedly.

“Yes, the safe word is chrysanthemum.” Joel said calmly as he produced a ball gag from the bag.

“Better make sure I can understand you through this,”

Before Quinn could object the large black ball was stuffed into this mouth and secured to his head via a strap. The ball gag was stretching Quinn's mouth so wide it was almost painful and a singe tear formed in his right eye. Seeing Quinn's handsome face contorted was a thing of beauty for the horny doctor and he gave his cock a squeeze through his slacks.

“Okay, let's start with mallet number one, shall we.”

Joel produced a small mallet with a red rubber head. He knelt down between the jock's legs and aimed the mallet over Quinn's ample nuts. It was instantly apparent that the mallet head was too small to strike both of the massive organs at once, so Joel positioned it over Quinn's left nut, raising and lowering it several times as if to guarantee the aim was perfect.

“You ready, stud? Wanna' see if I can crack this walnut on the first try?”

Quinn shook his head 'yes' excitedly, all the cue Joel needed to raise the mallet over his head and send it crashing into the rugby star's right nut. The purposeful misdirected blow achieved the desired effect. Quinn had been bracing for a hit to his left gonad, so when the pain came from the right he was overwhelmed with a feeling of pain and confusion.

“Mmmph!” Quinn screamed into his gag, though it was mostly from built up anticipation than pain.

Quinn had taken harder blows than than on the rugby field and, after the initial excitement had died down, he realized his nut not only hadn't cracked but was far from it.

“Very good.” Joel smiled as he set down the small mallet and pulled out another red mallet, this one with a slightly larger head.

The head was still too small to totally cover both balls, but would certainly inflict some pain. Joel positioned the mallet so that it would crash down at the seam of Quinn's ball sack. Quinn's breathing grew rapid as he locked his eyes on his about-to-be-crushed manhood.

“Ready, steady... go!”

The mallet came down right on target, and with significantly more force than the previous blow. Quinn's eyes crossed and he screamed into his gag, to Joel's delight. Despite his bounds, Quinn writhed as the pain coming from his balls radiated up his spine. That was, by far, the most extremely ball pain he had ever experienced in his entire young life.

“Mmmmph! Mmmph!”

Quinn screamed as he saw Dr. Paulson reaching into the bag to produce the third mallet.

This mallet had a black head that was large enough to easily strike Quinn's entire ballsack at once. Quinn knew his sex life was about to be toast, yet somehow the thought only served to make his cock throb even more. Precum was dripping from onto Quinn's balls as Joel lined up for his next blow.

“This is really gonna' hurt, stud. These things might not make it. I'm not holding back.”

Quinn was going crazy hearing Joel's gruff voice egging him on.

“Three... two... one...”

Quinn's eyes grew wide with a sudden burst of terror as Paul rose the mallet about his head and sent it crashing into his balls as full force. Quinn thought he was going to be sick from the onslaught of pain that was now starting to form a bit in his rippling stomach. In the blink of an eye, Quinn's titanic nuts had been flattened to less than half their girth, flattening out under the mallet head.

Quinn was panting and crying as his screaming nuts pulsed in agony. They were beet red and even the slightest movement caused great pain. He had never experienced anything like this in his life and the pain was starting to negate his waves of erotic pleasure. His donkey cock started to slowly deflate as the pain in his balls seemed to be getting worse. Quinn let out a loud continuous scream into his gag, not stopping at all as Dr. Paulson took his cock into his mouth and gave Quinn the same caliber of expert sucking as before.

Within a minute, Quinn had calmed down a bit, though he was still panting and breathing heavily, and his cock was back to its full throbbing ten inches thanks to Joel's expert oral skills.

Joel produced the forth mallet that appeared identical to the third only with a blue head. Quinn began to whimper pathetically as Joel lined up for the next blow, though it was hardly necessary. The mallet head was so large that it easily could crack both of Quinn's jock nuts in a single blow.

Joel kept raising the mallet and lowering it, stopping just short of Quinn's nuts. Each time the mallet moved with such speed that it was just a blur to Quinn, who was becoming aroused by the sense of panic the situation filled him with. Here he was, about to have his man eggs totally scrambled and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

“Oh yeah. Those nuts are about to crack. Pop. Squish. But that’s what you want, isn't it?”

Joel and Quinn's eyes locked as Joel continued to hover the mallet over Quinn's nuts. They were still red and throbbing from the previous blow and had almost no time to recover.

“When this mallet hits, boom. Your nuts are probably gonna' be blown apart.”

The mallet head rested on Quinn's huge nuts, totally covering them.

“Ready... aim...”

“Mmmmmph!”

Quinn's cock erupted with a thick rope of cum that splattered his pecs just as the mallet made contact. Quinn's egg sized nuts were instantly compressed to a quarter of their usual meaty roundness, flattening dangerously against the chair seat. Quinn's eyes crossed and his cock instantly deflated from pain. All he could think about were his screaming nuts. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else registered. In hysterics, Quinn looked down at his crotch through his tearing eyes, fully expecting to see them flattened and destroyed. They did appear slightly less round, and now blood red, but otherwise they had survived. But the pain building up in his stomach was starting to make him feel sick. His balls ached so badly he could feel it in his ears and they were still just sitting there. Waiting to be turned to mush.

Quinn didn’t notice as Joel produced the fifth mallet, as large as the last with a red rubber head.

Joel was already midway through his torturous routine of aiming the mallet and giving it several practice swings before Quinn snapped into reality.

“Mmmph! Mmmph! Crmmmph!” Quinn was pleading with Joel not to use an even heavier mallet but it was no use.

Joel either couldn't make out the safe word or didn't care.

“Well stud, prepare to have your nuts blown open.”

“Ready...”

“Mmmph!”

“Aim...”

“Mmmph! Crrmmphumum!”

SPLAT

Joel sent the mallet down full force. Both of Quinn's meaty nuts were instantly flattened to pancakes. There was no way they could have survived so much force. Quinn screamed and struggled against his restraints. He was crying, every muscle in his hot body was flexed and straining. His cock was completely limp and his nuts were in such a world of pain, it was beyond his mind's ability to even comprehend. He could feel himself starting to black out, his heart pounding so hard he thought it was going to come through his chest. As he became more light headed, he looked down at his crotch to discover that his swollen, purplish red nuts were still whole but, to his absolute horror, Joel had produced yet another even heavier mallet.

“Mmmmph!”

“But this is what you want, isn’t it stud? You want your nuts to crack. You want them to blow apart like two huge eggs, don't you?”

Joel leaned into Quinn's ear and whispered softly “Do you want me to crush your nuts?”

Quinn, despite his panic, felt his cock start to stir.

Quinn looked pleadingly into Joel's eyes and slowly nodded 'yes'.

“Okay then.”

Joel took his position between the handsome jock's powerful thighs and rose the mallet high over his head.

“Three...”

“Two...”

“One...”

SPLOSH

Quinn instantly blacked out as the heavy mallet collided with and flattened his nuts. A surge of sensation that probably lasted no more than a fraction of a micro second racketed through his skull with such an intensity he was unable to comprehend it. It was both awesome in its novelty and terrible in its ferocious pain, yet underlying it all was an erotic realization that the sensation, whatever it was, was totally right.

His battered right nut ruptured so spectacularly that the inside of Quinn's ball bag was coated with its gunky remains. Every muscle of Quinn's hulking frame went limp as his manhood was half destroyed under the heavy rubber mallet. The site of seeing a half de-sexed rugby jock strapped to a chair was too much to Joel, who began to squirt into his slacks without even touching himself.

A strange little smile formed across Quinn's face as Dr. Paulson removed the ball gag and got to work untying the helpless stud. As Joel got to work patching up the battered sack, a procedure he had performed before, Quinn's unconscious mind replayed the final moments of his right ball over and over.

CRUNCH!

The sound of the echoing sound of the ball exploding was so loud in Quinn's mind, it was almost comedic. His mind looped the scene over and over.

As Dr. Paulson worked on the passed out jock's junk, something strange happened. Quinn's throbbing cock was at full attention, twitching excitedly as the Doctor expertly removed what was left of Quinn's shattered right nut. To Joel's amazement, Joel's left nut, though slightly swollen, appeared to have held up much better than its twin. That was certainly one tough nut, though just how tough would have to be a determined another time.

“Mmm. Very nice,” Joel remarked to himself as he finished up the procedure and lay Quinn down to rest, a calm smile on the hunky jock's gorgeous face.

Dr. Paulson couldn't wait to test out just how tough Quinn's last ball really was...

Quinn ;)

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