Good Doctor: Kamran's Lesson

Hey Guys!: This story contains explicit depictions of a consensual encounter turning more brutal than the bustee wanted which can be uncomfortable for some. Readers discretion advised.

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.

THUD THUD THURD

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.

THUD THUD THUD

“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.

THUD CRUNCH THUD

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.

THUD THUD THUD CRUNCH

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.  

CRUNCH CRUNCH

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.

“Ooooh!”

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.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

“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.  

CRUNCH CRUNCH

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.

BOOM!

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.

“Oooooh!”

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.

“Fuck!”  

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.

“Mmmmph!”  

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.

BOOM!

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.

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

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.

SPLOTCH!

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.

CRUNCH CRUNCH

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.

“Oooh...”

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.

“Please!”

SPL-OO-TCH

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.

SPLOSH CRUNCH

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,”

CRUNCH CRUNCH

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

BOOM!

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.