Good Doctor: Tutoring Archie

It had been more than a two weeks since Zach Norris, an insatiably horny yet outwardly conservative graduate student had met the Wilson twins, easily two of the hottest young men he had ever laid his hands on.  Zach, with the mentorship of his friend Dr. Joel Paulson, had spent the last year exploring his long-repressed dominate side.  There were lighter sessions, like Abner, the utility worker who had gotten ensnared in he and Joel’s web.  And there were harder sessions, like the time he spectacularly ended the family tree of a certain desperate undergrad under the blows of a mallet.  But through all of them, Zach found himself getting most aroused by the sheer sense of power that came from totally dominating another man.  

At six foot two and just shy of two-hundred pounds, Zach still came across as incredibly meek and bookish.  Despite the debauchery he enjoyed behind closed doors, he was naturally soft-spoken, seemingly hiding from the world behind his horned-rimmed glasses and playing the part of a perfect card-carrying Republican conservative with his tailored slacks, dress shirts and sweater vests.  He often thought it was his Jekyll and Hyde duality that made dominating unsuspecting men all the more hot.  Some cute stud would show up, expecting Zach to be nothing more than a vanilla fuck, and end up with his balls literally in a vice begging Zach to totally own him.  Or, in the case of Quinn Mallory - a rugby stud Zach had totally nutted -- the victim would be shocked by the turn of events; their last thought before losing everything being ‘I can’t believe I’m being owned by a nerd’.

But one thing stayed fairly consistent; Zach was starting to view his partners has objects, almost like prey.  He found himself no longer interested in small talk or ‘getting to know’ the other man. He just wanted to use him as a sex toy.  Just recently he had fucked a muscular black freshman named Garrett so hard the poor kid was crying and begging Zach to stop, which he didn’t until he had filled his guts with sperm.  Zach had gotten off so intensely that he was surprised when, the day after, he got an automated message when he tried to phone the stud for another session: “We’re sorry, the caller you are trying to reach has blocked this incoming number. If you feel you have reached this recording in error...”

It was Friday evening.  Tricorn Hall, where Zach’s small office was, was virtually abandoned.  His office hours had wrapped up and Zach, his professional persona well intact, had just finished a meeting with one of his students; the handsome young man entirely unaware that throughout the meeting his professor was visualizing pounding him against the wall. Zach sat in his office reading over the latest minutes from the faculty senate, mindlessly rubbing his crotch as he did so.

Zach’s thoughts were interrupted by a light knocking on his door that snapped him back to reality.

“Come in.”  he said calmly, adjusting his glasses and running a hand through his hair.

To his delight a familiar face, a strikingly handsome red headed man, entered the office and closed the office behind him.

“Archie! What a surprise.” Zach beamed.

Archie and Lance were identical twins but Archie, Zach noticed, had a slightly different smell.  It was hard to describe, it wasn’t a cologne or brand of body wash.  It was just... different. It was special. And it was more than enough for Zach to pick Archie out of a crowd of a million clones.

Archie seemed surprised that Zach was able to instantly know that he wasn’t his brother Lance.  He was dressed in black slacks, a button up white shirt and a dark blazer.  His hair was neatly styled and he was carrying himself quite professionally, Zach noted.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”  

Zach motioned for Archie to have a seat across from him, closing his laptop to show he had the handsome young man’s complete attention.

Archie blushed as he set a small box on Zach’s desk.

“A present?”

Archie nodded.

Zach reached out and opened the box.  Inside was a golden picture frame with a studio headshot of Archie smiling out from it and inscribed along the bottom was the phrase ‘I’m yours’.  Zach looked up at Archie quizzically as he set the frame on his desk. He could tell from the weight that the frame was actually made of gold.

“Archie this is... this is beautiful. But why?”

Archie smiled broadly and leaned across the desk.

“You and I, we have a connection.  I felt it, I know you felt it.  When you were fucking the shit out of me at Dr. Paulson’s house.  You were so... gentle.”

Zach’s heart fluttered but he couldn’t help but chuckle at the description of what had been a no-holds-barred, intense fuck.

“You could have really given it to me good, you were holding back...”

Zach opened his mouth as if to protest but Archie placed a finger over Zach’s lips to silence him.

“Admit it, daddy.  You held back because he didn’t want to hurt me. You kissed me, you held me. You asked if I was enjoying it.  You even stopped when I cried out.”  

Zach’s cock started to stir as Archie described their encounter.

“When you kissed me, man, it was like fireworks went off in my head.”  Archie continued, his head down slightly.

“Archie look I...”  

Zach was interrupted as Archie lunged across the desk and kissed him.  Zach’s eyes rolled to into his head as he was totally and unexpectedly lost in the kiss.  His cock was throbbing and Archie’s mouth felt so good he thought he was going to burst.  The two stood slowly and Zach walked around to the front of the desk, standing for a few moments to admire Archie standing there, before he grabbed him and pulled him forward.  The two kissed and groped each other, gradually losing clothing until they were both shirtless.  Zach was overwhelmed with lust as he licked and sucked every inch of Archie’s chiseled torso, gradually getting lower until he was eye level with Archie’s waist. Archie’s foot long cock was about to burst out of his slacks and Zach helped it along by ripping open the zipper and immediately sucking Archie’s cock.  He ran his hands over Archie’s washboard abs, tweaking his nipples as his head bobbed up and down on Archie’s pole.  Archie’s back arched as he ran his hands through Zach’s hair.

“You like that?”  Zach asked, coming up from air after having nearly choked on Archie’s enormous cock.

Archie shook his head yes and Zach felt a spurt of precum escape his cock.  He was so turned on by getting Archie off he almost couldn’t contain himself.  He grabbed Archie’s waist and spun him around, leaning him over the desk so that he could have an unobstructed view of his perky asshole.  Archie screamed in pleasure as Zach’s tongue explored his ass, sensually licking and sucking while Zach lightly squeezed Archie’s dangling nuts.  Zach was a pro and Archie thought he was going to flood Zach’s desk with sperm.

“Oh baby,”  Archie moaned as Zach continued to squeeze his nuts.

As Zach tongue fucked Archie, his grip on Archie’s nuts became more intense.  Archie gasped as his nuts suddenly flattened but stayed still obediently.

“You wanna’ nut me, daddy?”

Zach shook his head yes and he squeezed.  Archie squealed as a jet of cum splattered Zach’s desk.  It was a messy, hands free cumshot and jizz splattered Zach’s papers, the cover of his laptop and even his chair.

“Oh baby, fuck!”

Zach pounded Archie’s jiggling nuts with his fist, flattening them into his desk like two punching bags.  Archie squealed, biting his own arm in a desperate attempt to contain his screaming.

“Zach! Please!”

Zach kept pounding Archie’s swelling nuts, determined to turn them into chunky stains.  They were so big and tough and Zach had gotten off multiple times just imagining what would happen when they finally collapsed.

“Zach!”  Archie screamed, keeping his legs spread wide obediently despite his knees wanting to buckle.

“Oh Zach!”

Archie spurted another load after a particularly violent punch that had caused his nuts to flatten dangerously; less than half their girth, compressed against the desk.  Zach kept tonguing Archie’s sweet hole as he stroked his cock with one hand while squeezing Archie’s nuts with the other but Archie’s nuts were incredibly tough.  Too tough to be popped by hand, Zach thought.

He stood up abruptly, allowing Archie to slump over the desk and found a metal trophy on his bookshelf.  It was a statuette of Athena, Greek goddess of wisdom, on a pedestal.  Zach had gotten it his first semester teaching for ‘pedagogic excellence’ but now it was about to be used for something quite different...

“Oh God! Stop!”

Zach used the statue like a small bat, ramming it into Archie’s swinging nuts over and over, watching the big testicles bounce and jiggle in their sack.  Athena’s jagged wings had caught Archie’s delicate scrotum skin in a few places and was starting to make it bleed, Archie’s nuts were turning purple and swelling and Archie was literally gripping the desk in a frantic bid not to completely collapse.

“Zach! Stop!”

Zach’s eyes were wild with lust, the only thing he could see were Archie’s failing nuts being hammered into the front of the desk by the heavy statue.  After each sickening splat, Zach hoped to see that Archie’s titanic nuts had finally been permanently flattened.  Archie’s nuts were getting so soft...

“Oooh!”

Archie finally collapsed onto the ground, desperately trying to cover his junk but Zach’s strong hands pried them away.  Zach took one of Archie’s meaty calves in each hand, stood up and looked down at his latest prey. Here was this scorching hot man totally at his mercy, his big floppy nuts resting on the unrelenting floor like two fat bugs ready to be extinguished.  Zach rose his heavy shoe over Archie’s screaming nuts and prepared to stomp.

“Zach! Zach! No!”  Archie waved his arms and begged when he realized what Zach was about to do.

Archie wretched as Zach’s foot became a blur, stomping and grinding his nuts so hard that Zach’s upper leg was starting to hurt from stomping so violently into the floor.  Archie’s nuts plumped back each time, but barely had time to recover before they were stomped on again. And again. Archie was in tears, desperately trying to break free.  He knew Zach was going to destroy his nuts at any minute, there was no way they could endure much more of this.  They were being flattened like pancakes and the pain was beyond belief.  Archie was sure his nuts had already cracked, but they still looked whole at least for now.

Zach was getting so turned on that he spontaneously came, showering Archie’s torso and face with jizz. Unfortunately he was so caught up in his orgasm that he didn’t realize - or didn’t care - that he was bouncing and grinding his foot into Archie’s nuts as he shot.  Archie’s nuts got flatter. And flatter.  Hideous welts started to appear, his scrotal skin tore, causing a thin pool of blood to form under Zach’s foot.  The visual was too much for the still-orgasming Zach and he exploded another volley, lifting his other foot off the ground in a purposeful attempt to destroy Archie’s nuts.

“Zach! Please! Please!”

Archie was a blubbering mess, screaming for Zach to stop. He could feel both of his nuts were about to burst and there was nothing he could do...

“Zach! I... please... Zach...”

Something about the desperation of Archie’s cries suddenly snapped Zach out of his euphoric high.  He backed away from Archie letting his muscular legs fall, and Archie immediately assumed a fetal position.  He was crying, which wasn’t particularly unusual for Zach to see during one of his sessions, but his time it felt different.  Zach was suddenly overwhelmed with  guilt and dropped to his knees, his own eyes starting to tear up.  He reached for Archie’s shoulder but Archie swatted his hand away. A lone tear fell from Zach’s eye. Then another.  It wasn’t long before the beefy nerd was sobbing, holding his face in his hand and desperately reaching out for Archie’s cum-soaked body as Archie kept swatting him away.  Zach’s thigh inadvertently brushed again Archie’s almost ruptured cum buckets eliciting a wail from Archie and more tears from Zach.

“I’m sorry, Archie. I’m sorry...”

Zach fell onto Archie and the two locked lips, embracing each other softly.  Archie spontaneously shot one of his epic loads, coating both of their chests and faces as they continued to passionately kiss.  Zach felt like his body was on fire.  He wanted Archie so bad he couldn’t comprehend it.  Just the thought made his body seize, his eyes roll into his head and his cock release a single, incredibly thick rope of cum.  Archie’s handsome face was unrecognizable under the deluge.  Zach was, for the first time he could recall, overwhelmed with an emotion that wasn’t purely lust.

“I love you!” Zach whispered into Archie’s ear as he rested on top of him, wracked from his orgasm.

The two kissed softly and explored each other's cum-soaked bodies gently with their hands until the sperm started to dry. Finally, when Zach was literally stuck to Archie’s sculpted torso, he set his head over Archie’s heart and smiled as he listened to its slow rhythmic beating.

Earlier, Zach had wanted nothing more than to burst Archie’s nuts.  Now he was totally content just laying there, soaking in the Archie’s sweet smell and listening to his heartbeat.

“I love you too, Zach.”  Archie managed to say through sobs of pain, his semi-cracked nuts still throbbing.

"I will never hurt you,"

Zach looked into Archie's eyes deeply, surprising even himself with the statement. Hurting Archie, or more precisely, castrating Archie, was all Zach had fantasized about since he first laid eyes on him. But something inside of him seemingly snapped. Now all he wanted was to protect this handsome man from his own machinations. Jekyll and Hyde indeed.

"You can.. You can hurt me, if you want. I'm yours,"

Archie rolled onto his stomach and propped his ass in the air. He winced as the motion made his dangling, swollen nuts hurt anew, but he bit his lip as he offered up his latest gift to Zach.

Zach stroked his still-hard cock, licked his lips and sent his dick plunging into Archie's ass.