Fake Doctor - Owen (Illustrated)

Hey guys! Ismo (who draws under the name Whistle) was kind enough to share this illustration of Owen's package being destroyed from last week's Fake Doctor story. I love how be captured the whole scene in a single frame, and just look at the attention to detail as his balls bulge and  warp until they're nothing but oatmeal. Simply a masterpiece of trashing a big set of nuts, brilliant! Share the love in the comments section and maybe I can convince Whistle to share more of his work! I also expanded the story so you can see what happened to Owen after his visit.

Enjoy!  

Twenty-three year old Owen was the next patient, a handsome Black student from the university who complained about the lack of swing in his hefty nuts. Dr. Max instructed Owen to take a seat with his legs in the stirrups and cupped Owen's egg sized balls, fondling them gently as if examining them.

Max listened, pretending to care, in disbelief as Owen went on and on complaining how his balls never sagged. Even after the hottest shower or a trip to the sauna, the juicy plums stayed tight to his body. It seemed like an odd problem to complain about, especially for a handsome, well endowed young man like Owen, but Dr. Max was determined to help.

"I think we might be able to manually correct for this,"

Dr. Max grabbed Owen's sack with both hands and pulled outward as far as he could. Owen gasped and Max's face turned red with effort as he continued tugging as hard as he could, surprised at the complete lack of slack in Owen's bag. 

"Hmm," Max thought.

Without warning, Dr. Max started to twist Owen's sack, stressing the connective tissues, until his bag was rotated nearly completely. Owen howled but was surprised and delighted to see that his bag was slowly starting to stretch. Just when Dr. Max was about to completely tangle Owen's internal tubes like a pretzel, he stopped twisting and focused on tugging. He took Owen's right nut in his hand and pulled, bracing himself against the table with his free hand for extra impact. Owen screamed as his right nut slowly started to pull away from his body. His left nut was next, then the right. Owen's deep howling made Max's cock strain painfully against the fabric of his slacks and he was glad that his long white coat was covering it. After a while, Owen's sack was slightly lower and the exhausted stud laid back panting and biting his fist to avoid crying out. This guy is a professional, Owen thought to himself, and sometimes perfection takes pain.

Dr. Max had Owen stand up with his legs spread and was pleased that Owen's once tight sack really was exhibiting a slight hang, but he knew he could do better. He excused himself to fetch some equipment from Ronald's office, returning shortly with a metal locking ring and some weights. Owen rubbed his sore nuts as Dr. Max made a few more trips to the office to fetch the heavy metal balls.

There were twelve weights of increasing size resting at Owen's feet. Dr. Max spouted off some pseudo medical jargon to explain the procedure as he attached the metal ring around the base of Owen's sack, making sure it was as tight as possible. Max smiled as Owen's fat nuts balloon in the bag, trapped completely from retreating from the good doctor's treatment. There was a small metal hook protruding from the bottom of the ring and Dr. Max explained that the hook would be used for the stretching exercises.

"Stretching exer....Ooooh!"

Owen's knees nearly buckled as Max hung the first weight from the hook on the ring around the base of his sack. His large nuts were tugged slightly toward the ground and Owen was pleased at the sensation despite the nauseating pain boiling in his stomach. Dr. Max stood back and made up something about how the connective tissues were being stretched using 'muscle memory' and - to his shock - Owen was buying every word. These college guys really are dumb and desperate, Dr. Max laughed to himself as he removed the first weight and applied the second. It was only slightly larger but much, much heavier and Owen let out a falsetto scream as his bag was pulled down another quarter of an inch.

Max would give each weight a few minutes to work before removing it and moving on to the next. The more weight was added, the lower the scrotum stretch and the higher pitch Owen's screaming. By the seventh weight, Owen's sack seemed to have reached its limit and didn't stretch much further than the sixth. Dr. Max looked quizzically as if he was really contemplating something scientific, before grabbing the weight in both hands and giving it a tug. The results were devastating to Owen's future children.

Owen's eyes grew into saucers as an imperceptible tearing vibrated from one of the chords in his stretched out bag. Owen felt, and looked, like he was going to throw up so Max stepped away lest he be showered in the young man's supper.

"Look, the technique is working. Faster than normal, I may add,"

Owen struggled to focus as he looked at himself in the mirror. His nuts were starting to swell, which made them look bigger and manlier, but he was more impressed with the now-heavy swing his sack had. The satisfaction of having a normal-swinging sack was enough to override the screaming pain coming from his sack and the cocky patient flexed and pivoted his hips, delighted at the site of his nuts bouncing and swinging just like all of the hot models in his favorite pornos. Dr. Max was actually pleased himself and very impressed by Owen's tough sack. The last guy he had used the weights on lost a nut after just the fifth weight and was totally ruined by the sixth. Owen, meanwhile, looked outwardly whole even as the seventh weigh in the sequence desperately tried to unite Owen's sack with the cold floor. To Dr. Max's delight, all of Owen's jostling was making his cock start to stir, and he was sporting a thick, fat semi-hard cock. 

Owen's dark face flushed with embarrassment as he cleared his throat, stopped gyrating his hips, and placed his hands behind his back stoically in an attempt to calm down. To Max's delight, Owen's efforts weren't working and now his cock seemed to be on autopilot, getting harder and harder with each heart beat until it was at its full ten inch length. Max, who had crouched down to remove the seventh weight and replace it with the eight, was totally aware that his face was in the firing zone of Owen's throbbing cock.

"Try to calm down, Owen. It looks like you're about to plaster me with cum... er, I mean, ejaculate all over my face."

Dr. Max couldn't help but give Owen a wink as he positioned the massive weight, holding it with his hands before letting it drop. Owen's cock twitched as he looked down and saw the handsome doctor's face just inches from his mushroom head and he knew that - if he were to shoot now - he'd drown the helpless doctor on the spot. The visual alone was enough for a stream of precum to ooze out of his cock.

"Umm. Sorry about that," Owen apologized sheepishly.

"Don't worry, totally natural reaction."

Dr. Max released the weight and suddenly the Earth's gravitational pull became the most pressing issue in Owen's life. The weight careened toward the floor, taking Owen's hapless nuts along for the ride, and they suddenly stretched several inches before stopping. Owen let out a tortured scream that totally drowned out the audible tearing coming from his sack. His balls ballooned at the bottom of his sack as the ring, connected to the weight, tried to make its way to the floor without regard to Owen's swollen nuts being in the way. Dr. Max let the weight swing for several minutes and Owen, who easily could done something to help himself, instead did nothing as he watched his massive, swinging orbs in the mirror. 

The ninth weight stretched Owen's sack even further and the idiotic jock confused the stinging pain of chords rupturing in his sack and membranes collapsing in his squashed, stretched nuts as nothing more than growing pains. Dr. Max was sure Owen's sack was being permanently damaged, but his Black cock stayed rock hard and dripping and Owen continued to jump up and swing his hips, smiling at his now thoroughly stretched nuts. His usually oval shaped testicles were being compressed into thick, flattened spheres pulled to the very bottom of his sack. Owen seemed so proud of his wildly swinging nuts that he decided to give him a choice about adding more weight, rather than just applying it himself.

"Owen, I think we've gotten the maximum stretch. I'm concerned that if I apply more weight they might..."

"Do it! Please!" Owen barked, almost demanding, "I can take it! Look at them, they're swinging like a porn star! I outta' try out for porn!"

Dr. Max smiled as Owen continued thrusting his hips, making his big, hanging nuts dance. Owen was too turned on by the visual to realize he was actually castrating himself. Dr. Max's smile turned mischievous as he imagined a ball-less Owen trying out for a porn audition. I hope he's a bottom, he thought nearly aloud.

Dr. Max removed the weight and could barely steady the tenth weight in his hand. He attached it to the hook at the bottom of the ring and held it with both hands. It wasn't much larger than the others but was significantly more massive. Well, I gave him a chance, Dr. Max thought as he released the weight.

RIIIIP  CRU-SPLOO-BLOOOSH-RIIIP

Owen's knees buckled as several things happened at once. Owen's fat nuts were pulled to the very bottom of this sack, compressed like pancakes as the weight made its way to the floor unabated. Both of the compressed seed pods explosively burst simultaneously in his bag, allowing the ring to move further down his sack. There were wet pops as the exploded testicles were further reduced to paste by the ring and literally every connective chord tying his testicles to his body were severed one by one like overstretched strings, not like there were any testicles left to actually be attached.

"Holy fuck!" 

Dr. Max couldn't help but shout as he watched Owen's once fat, round nuts disintegrate into oatmeal. It looked like two wax nuts had been rapidly melted by a blowtorch. He couldn't believe how thoroughly all shape had just disappeared. 

Owen screamed in a satisfying castrato and fell backward, the sudden jerking motion causing the weight to pulp his testicles even more. His back hit the exam table which nudged him forward just enough for him to lose his balance.

"Aaaaaaaah!"

SNAP

Owen's heavy, muscular frame fell forward, almost comically rigid and he collided with the floor. Luckily for his handsome face, his still-hard cock absorbed most of the impact and Owen's dong snapped at an awkward angle. Dr. Max helped Owen to his feet and removed the ring around his sack. The horrified stud looked at the doctor after getting dressed.

"My cock... did my cock snap? And my balls, they feel like they're gone?" 

Dr. Max gave Owen a reassuring pat on the back.

"Don't worry, that injury to your penis is superficial," he lied.

"And your testicles are fine. They just feel funny to you because you aren't used to feeling them hang so low," he lied again.

"The swelling should go down in a day or so," Max nearly laughed at his outrageous lie.

Dr. Max gently placed a hand over the massive, battered bulge in Owen's slacks, nodded, and pointed toward the door. Owen was sent off with a prescription for pain killers and no hope of ever having kids, though he didn't realize it yet. 

Later that night, Owen had taken the maximum dose of the pain reliever but his crotch still felt like someone was taking a sledge hammer to it. He tried to ignore it as he admired his low hanging, puffy sack in his bathroom mirror. Although he loved the hang, he hoped that his balls would take on their usual oval appearance after the swelling went down.

His sack did become much less puffy, but to the touch his usually firm nuts now felt mushy, his finger could press impossibly deep into each one like he was pressing against a sack of soft clay. Meanwhile, his cock throbbed every time he even attempted to get hard, so much so that he just stopped, hoping the swelling there would go down as well.

After several days of dealing with his oatmeal sack and bent cock, Owen called the clinic to schedule a follow up appointment. Maybe he had missed some aftercare instructions in the confusion, he concluded. His balls felt numb, and most alarmingly were starting to look slightly smaller with each passing day almost like they were being reabsorbed into his body.

Owen arrived to his appointment and Dr. Ronald shuddered at the site when Owen pulled down his jeans. His nutsack was a shapeless disaster, clearly there was nothing resembling a whole nut in his still purplish colored bag. When Ronald attempted to exam Owen's cock, the hot stud let out a howl of pain at the slightest touch. 

Pissing while gingerly holding his schlong was the extend of the handling Owen's cock could take. Ronald gingerly continued his examination, frowning with each prod and poke. Owen had to bit his fist to avoid screaming as Ronald was able to knead his balls like shapeless goo. They were toast. 

Ronald had expected something to remain; but Owen's sack was full of liquid and his cock had been severely damaged, its internal plumbing wrecked beyond repair. He excused himself and called Max from his office.

"Um, Max. One of your patients is back for a follow-up. You left quite a mess in his pants. Kid's ruined..."

Max and Ronald mapped out a plan and Ronald rolled his eyes at Max's proposal. Ronald went back into the room and told Owen that he had just spoken to a specialist and that he wanted Owen to schedule a follow up appointment late the next day. Owen agreed and the next evening he showed up just as the clinic was closing. He was the last patient of the day.

Ronald and Max pretended to examine him, talking and moving slower than normal, so that everyone else still lingering the clinic would have time to finish up and go home. The receptionist was the last to leave and as soon as Max heard the sound of the doors locking behind him, he turned to Owen and had to force himself not to grin.

"Young man, I'm afraid your testicles couldn't take the pressure from your earlier treatment and they have. Um.. they burst. I was hoping the shells would heal but the damage was more serious than I expected."

"Burst! Like fucking water balloons?" Owen looked at Max and Ronald incredulously and both of the handsome doctors nodded affirmative.

"Bloosh," Max nearly laughed as he made the sound effect and opened his closed fist to emulate the look of an explosion.

They explained that there wasn't anything to be done at this point to save the burst testicles since there wasn't any structure left. To prove the point, Max and Ronald each took a half of Owen's sack and effortlessly rolled what used to be Owen's testicles around between their fingers, his bag compressing to barely thicker than skin. Owen winced but by now the nerves themselves had been fried and what should have been agonizing - having his liquefied balls sloshed around - felt only slightly more painful than a quick knee to the junk. They had disintegrated to the point of being utter, shapeless mush.

"Nothing but liquid sack sauce," 

Ronald shrugged, somehow delivering the line with the gravity of a respected doctor. Max chuckled, quickly disguising it as a cough.

"Now we need to clean out the sack to avoid the risk of infection," Max continued. 

He instructed Owen to lay on the table and place his muscular legs into the stirrups. Max literally started drooling as he had a front row seat staring up the lad's fit body from between his thick thighs, his droopy bag and damaged cock looking even more pitiful against the backdrop of male perfection.

Max reached into his bag and produced a small black box with a glass container, like a jar, hanging from the bottom. A hose extended into the box and a power cord came out the other end. Max plugged it in and Ronald watched wearily as his friend turned on the devise. A high pitched sucking sound filled the small exam room.

"Max, that isn't what I think it is, is it?" Ronald frowned, his own balls starting to ache in sympathy.

Max shrugged innocently as he reached for a small metal attachment that he affixed to the end of the hose kind of like a tiny spear.

"This might hurt a little,"

"Oooooooh!" 

SPLOTCH

Owen let out a terrified wail and grasped the sides of the bed as Max plunged the sharp end of the hose half an inch into his scrotum. The machine immediately began suctioning out the remains of Owen's testicles and the glass jar was filling with the grayish, pinkish mess. Ronald was stunned at how absolutely shapeless it was.

Owen's sack got smaller and smaller as the jar got more and more full. Max couldn't believe how much volume Owen's nuts were taking up. They had been huge but he didn't think even those beefy fuckers would have made that big of a mess. Finally, the jar was nearly full and Owen's sack was anything but. Max pulled out the tube and dressed the surprisingly small incision. Ronald frowned at Max's alacrity; this was clearly not the Max's first time doing this.

Owen looked at the liquid sloshing around in the jar Max was holding and thought he was going to be sick. His big, huge beautiful baby makers were now just gunk in a jar. At least he wouldn't get an infection, he thought, still fully believing that Max was a doctor. 

"Now we just need to work on your cock,"

Max stepped between Owen's massive legs and grabbed his cock at the head. He worked his way down gently squeezing and noting Owen's reaction. Owen winced every time Max moved his hand down an inch until the very last inch. Max cocked his head and felt Owen's shaft with both hands; it looked like he was just giving the Black stud a hand job but he was actually performing an exam of sorts.

"Well it's snapped here," Max pointed to an arbitrary line an inch and a half from Owen's crotch. 

"How can we fix it,"

Max turned to Ronald and the two talked among themselves in hushed voices, their backs turned to Owen. Ronald occassionally rose his voice though.

"Dr. Max, have you lost your mind!" Owen thought he heard Ronald say in a raised voice that was still barely above a whisper. 

After a few minutes the two doctors turned to Owen, Ronald sweating bullets and Max's cock straining against the fabric of his slacks, his face twitching as he tried to hold back a huge grin.

"We'll need to amputate, everything above the break,"

Owen's face contorted into confusion and panic.

"No! Not my cock!"

He instinctively went to grab it and screamed as the broken thing recoiled at the touch. He knew Max was right; he couldn't go through life yelling every time he peed or wincing whenever he walked. Owen spent several frantic minutes trying to goad the doctors into proposing an alternate treatment but Max only came up with bogus, yet legitimate sounding reasons why cutting was the only option. Being a good friend, and already in too deep to back out now, Ronald played along, using his actual medical knowledge to beef up some of Max's more tenuous explanations. 

Max pulled a length of what looked like cheese wire from his bag that was attached to thick black handles. He plugged it in an Owen's eyes grew huge as he watched the wire glowing red hot.

Ronald held down Owen's torso as Max carefully positioned the open loop until it was about two inches from Owen's crotch, the vast majority of Owen's cock was about to be history.

"We'll count down to make it easier for you," Max said.

"Five... four... three... two..."

Owen's eyes were fixated on his dong. Ronald's heart was pounding and Max's hands were twitching, along with his cock, eager to close the loop and slice through Owen's shaft like a hot knife through butter. All three men were fixated on the huge tool that was about to be destroyed.

"One..."

SLOOOOOOSH

The wire loop closed completely.

PLOP

Owen blacked out as his shaft landed at Max's feet, a nearly cauterized wound in its place. Ronald rolled his eyes and tried not to be sick, the exact opposite reaction Max was having. His eyes were rolled into his head as his body was wracked in an orgasm. 

"Well, an actual doctor should probably deal with this,"

Max smiled as he watched Ronald use the clinic's limited surgery paraphernalia to tend to the de-sexed stud.