Fake Doctor

"Thanks so much for doing this for me, Max" Ronald said handing Max a long white coat.

Ronald wasn't a particularly good doctor, which explained why he was working the appointment-only after-hours shift at a not particularly esteemed, small medical clinic. The rather shabby facility was one of five such clinics the biotech company Genecontreo had opened around the city to recover from some recent bad publicity. Each focused on a particular poll-pleasing demographic, like women and children, the disabled, veterans, and in the case of Ronald's facility, men's reproductive health. The facility seemed to draw young men who realized it was a quick way to score some of Genecontreo's highly efficient sexual enhancement drugs, get discretely treated for erectile dysfunction or get treatment for an embarrassing STI.

It was just after six on a Tuesday night and Ronald was handing his friend Max his doctor's coat, a passable name badge and a clipboard. A stethoscope drooped over Max's neck finished the look.

"You look like a real doctor, Dr. Max Armstrong,"

Max grinned. Ronald had inadvertently scheduled a hot date night on the same evening he was scheduled to work the dreaded after-hour shift - when the neediest patients seemed to schedule - and none of his equally lackadaisical colleagues offered to pick up the shift. That's where his buddy Max came into the picture. Max was not a doctor, but had played one on a television commercial and the handsome middle aged man looked the part which was enough qualification for Ronald. Max jumped at the chance to play doctor with a string of innocent young guys. Ronald, was slightly concerned considering Max's wild fetishes and appetite for the types of guys the clinic saw, but Max assured him he wouldn't do anything too egregious. Regardless, Ronald was too horny and excited for his date to even bother to ask why Max had brought a large duffel bag with him and placed it in Ronald's office; he assumed it was just full of dildos and other sex toys in case Max got lucky and one of the hot young patients agreed to have sex with him.

"Anyway, like I said, there's only a few appointments tonight and they're all already here and checked in waiting in the exam rooms. The receptionist is gone for the night and the doors are locked so no walk ins." Ronald explained.

"I read these guys' charts, nothing here is serious, just pretend to examine them like I told you, scribble some notes and send them on their way. I left you my prescription pad too, so feel free to hawk the latest Genecontreo limp-dick-fix or scratchy-ball ointment,"

Ronald hastily pointed out a list of recommended drugs mixed in among the patient files on the clipboard.

"What if someone has a serious issue?" Max feigned concern for the sexual health of the young men waiting for him in the exam rooms.

"Tell them to head over to Westwood Medical, it's not far. And if you really, truly feel it's an emergency, call 911," Ronald shrugged.

"Actually, call me instead," Ronald quickly corrected himself.

Max nodded. Ronald thanked Max again for filling in as he headed out for his date night, much to Hippocrates' disapproval.

After Ronald left, Max checked to make sure the glass doors of the lobby were locked to the outside and made his way to the exam rooms. Before entering the first one, he checked himself out in the hall mirror. He really did look like an esteemed physician, and he straightened his collar to polish the look.

The first patient was Pip, a recent college graduate who was complaining about his inability to maintain an erection. That's too bad, Max thought, as he eyed the extremely handsome redhead. Pip had a sculpted body and fit legs that filled out his jeans and tight T-shirt nicely. He was sitting on the exam table with his hands clasped in his bulging lap.

Max spend a few minutes pretending to care about Pip's tale of woe about how he had gone from an always-horny, perpetually hard stud to barely able to stay aroused even when he was being serviced by the hottest guys on campus. Max was literally just scribbling in the notes section of Pip's chart, too distracted by the handsome lad's candid discussion of his sex life to take any actual notes.

Max's mind went through the instructions Ronald had given him on how to fake a basic exam. He took Pip's temperature and blood pressure, put a balsam stick on his tongue and pretended to examine the back of his throat, and pressed his hand gently into Pip's abs and sides, relishing the feeling of the young man's firm body in his hands. Next, Max instructed Max to stand and remove his clothes.

Pip obliged, oblivious to the fact Max wasn't a real doctor, and was soon standing next to the exam bench with his hands modestly covering his large package. Dr. Max motioned for Pip to move this hands and had to bite his lip to avoid gasping in surprise. Pip's balls were large, oval shaped low hangers covered in a fiery red bush, his admittedly-lazy cock looked even lazier as it slumped over the two enormous pods. Max gently cupped Pip's nuts and instructed him to cough. He proceeded to need and press into Pip's sack spouting off totally non-sensible medical jargon he was synthesizing on the fly from terms he had heard on medical shows.

Pip let out a slightly pained moan as Max's hands crushed into his nuts. Surprisingly, Pip's cock started to spring to life.

"I see," Max nodded.

He grabbed just Pip's left nut and gave it a devastating squeeze, causing Pip to yelp in surprise. His cock continued to harden. 

"Hmm, this looks like a classic case of autotesticularitis," Max was proud of how confidently he had made up the name of the alleged disease.

"What's that?" the clueless ginger asked, taking the slight break in the examination to place his hands back over his crotch.

It was hard for Max not to break character and laugh at the stupid former frat-boy as he made up the details of autotesticularitis out of whole cloth, Pip nodding affirmatively as he took in every fake detail of the affliction. According to Dr. Max, Pip suffered from a condition that made his dick only react to getting pain in the nuts. To prove his flimsy point, Max grabbed both of Pip's nuts and squeezed as hard as he could for several seconds. Pip yelped but his cock did seem to respond, though it was likely due more to the fact that a hunky doctor was fondling his balls.

"The treatment is pretty simple. Stand with your legs spread, please."

Pip complied, his arms at his sides. No sooner had Pip assumed the position, that Max sent his shoe sailing into Pip's nuts. The big orbs bounced and Pip fell to his knees clutching them. Max helped Pip back up to his feet and Pip was just about to contest when he felt Max's knee crunch into his goodie bag five times rapidly. Pip's eye bugged out and he let out a throaty gasp as he fell to his knees, his face just inches from Max's crotch.

"Doc, I think it might be working?" Pip said in confusion.

His cock was starting to grow fully hard despite the pain radiating from his nuts. It was quite confusing.

Max reached down and grabbed Pip by the balls, clutching them tightly as he used them to help Pip back to his feet. Pip's knees were shaking as he braced himself against the examination bench. Dr. Max was putting everything he had into ruining Pip's bag and was starting to leak precum as he felt the organs being compressed impossibly flat. 

During the course of the treatment, Max had removed one of his hands from Pip's sack to Pip's ass, rubbing the muscular globes as he licked his lips and eyed the hot writhing stud. Despite the pain, Pip's cock was now hard as a rock, a reaction he assumed to having his nuts crushed like the doctor had said, totally oblivious that he was actually reacting to Max's handsome face and strong hand inching toward his ass. After several painful minutes, Dr. Max looked at the time on the exam room's wall, and let go of Pip. 

"Have a seat, and keep stroking to stay aroused. I think I have a therapy that will help,"

Pip sat on the bench, nursing his swollen nuts, as Dr. Max headed to his duffle bag in Ronald's office. He returned with a small black box, that resembled a small car battery, some cables and a metal ring. 

"Ummm.." Pip looked on quizzically as Dr. Max setup the contraption. 

The battery was placed on the floor between Pip's legs and cables ran from it to two metal clamps that were placed on each of Pip's nuts. The squeezing jaws were tight, mildly uncomfortable but not particularly painful. To finish the setup, Dr. Max placed the metal ring around the based of Pip's raging fuck stick and a tiny wire ran from the ring to the battery.

"This device will elicit a shock to your nuts... err, I mean testicles the softer your penis becomes," Max explained pointing to the metal ring which he claimed was a sensor. 

It was really just a cheap metal ring from a home improvement store and the so-called sensor wire leading to the battery was just doorbell wire. The entire setup was non-functioning as described, the only thing that would activate the battery was a remote control he had hidden from Pip's view resting on his clipboard. Pip was too naïve -or stupid -  see through the obviously fake setup and assumed Dr. Max as telling the truth.

"Okay, hands off your cock, err, penis, please,"

Pip sat on his hands as they both watched his throbbing cock pulsing in the air. Matching Pip's initial complaint, his cock started to deflate without stimulation.

Zzzzp

A slight stinging shot through Pip's nuts and his cock responded by springing back to life. He was amazed, apparently nut pain really did get him off. Pip was too dense to realize that he was actually reacting to seeing Max rubbing the tubular outline of his cock through this pants.

A few moments later Max noticed Pip's cock softening again and he discretely turned the nob on the remote.

"Christ!" Pip shouted.

A short, but more powerful, jolt rocked through his nuts.

"Interesting,"  Dr. Max stopped stroking his cock and pretended to write notes on Pip's file.

The process continued for a few minutes, Pip's cock drooping slightly and his nuts being zapped, until Max, realizing he still had other patients to torture, cranked the battery to full power.

Pip screamed as powerful jolts of electricity roasted his nuts. 

"Turn it off!" Pip pleaded, an audible hissing coming from his nuts.

"It's up to you, Pip. If your penis doesn't become erect..."

Pip wailed as his big nuts were thoroughly fried, dancing and jiggling wildly in his sack. Instead of reacting like a normal person and trying to pull off the clamps that were roasting his nuts, Pip - still convinced this was part of the therapy- grabbed his deflating cock and stroked it desperately trying to save his nuts. 

"Idiot," Max scoffed under this breath as he turned the battery to maximum intensity.

Pip stroked frantically, desperate for his lazy cock to wake up, until several things happened at once. His cock let out a pitiful glob of piping hot cum that oozed down his flaccid shaft, and the battery shut off abruptly, its limited power supply exhausted from having run at full power so long. Dr. Max removed the electrodes and grabbed and squeezed Pip's fried nuts. They were a deep shade of purplish black and felt hot to the touch. And very soft.

"What are you...!"

SQUIIIIISH

Pip's eyes crossed and Max nearly blew a hole in his slacks as he felt Pip's right nut unexpectedly burst into nothing inside his charred sack. Apparently all the jiggling and shocking had weakened it more than Max realized. He patted the stunned redhead on the back and told him to put his clothes back on.

"But... but... but my nut. Is it...?"

"Gone? Yes, sorry about that. I should have mentioned there might be side effects." Dr. Max shrugged as he took more fake notes.

The shock and adrenaline rush of having half of his manhood destroyed was blocking out Pip's pain for now. Feeling almost sorry for the moronic stud, Dr. Max wrote him a prescription for some powerful pain medication and sent the still-shocked young man on his way.

Dr. Max needed a minute for his cock to cool down before entering the next exam room. The young man sitting on the exam bench was Theo, a college student who was concerned about the size of his small balls. This isn't really a problem that can be fixed at a clinic, Dr. Max thought, but Genecontreo was always rolling out new cosmetic drugs and treatments so maybe they had something. Dr. Max smiled to himself as he scanned the list of medications Ronald had given him, noticing none of them had were indicated to cure 'embarrassingly small testicles'

Theo was twenty, a handsome, well-dressed blonde who had an embarrassing secret between his toned runner's legs. Like he had done with Pip, Dr. Max pretended to take notes as he mostly ignored Theo droning on about how his tiny testicles were cramping his self esteem and sex life.

"Okay, let's examine your nuts... err, testicles, shall we." Dr. Max instructed.

Theo obediently removed his trousers and underwear and stood wearing only his tight shirt. Max laughed out loud at the site, quickly disguising it as a cough. Theo's nuts were each the size of small grapes. They were disproportionate to his body and looked especially ridiculous under his normal sized, flaccid cock. 

Max pretended to examine them, squeezing the tiny things in his hands and nodding, pretending he was taking careful mental notes. All of the fondling had the desired effect and Theo's rod quickly swelled to a respectable six inches. The young man's face flushed with embarrassment and Max assured him that his swollen rod was just an automatic response to the exam.

"I see," Max commented as he released Theo's nuts.

"So is there anything you can do?" Theo asked pleadingly.

"Yes, there is a therapy we can try. Let me just grab something from my office,"

Max rushed to Ronald's office and fetched some supplies. He was glad he had asked Ronald in advance to send him information on the guys so that he had come prepared. He returned shortly with a rather large syringe. Theo eyed it curiously as the doctor placed it on the small counter and turned toward him.

"Umm. What's that?" Theo asked with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.

Max nearly chuckled at the lad's comically muted reaction to seeing a giant syringe brought out presumably to be used on his nuts. 

"This is the second part of your treatment," Max smiled.

Max instructed Theo to stand with his arms behind his back and his legs spread, his back against the edge of the exam table. 

"This first part of your treatment will be to activate an edema response in your scrotum. Granted the effects will be temporary but once you learn the technique you can employ it at home." Dr. Max explained.

"What's an edema... Oooh!"

Theo's mouth formed an 'O' and a deep drone came out as Max crouched to be eye-level with Theo's crotch and slammed his fist into the tiny orbs. Theo's eyes crossed as Max's fist slammed into them again and he was just about to contest with Max's knuckles sank into his sack a fifth time.

"Fuck dude!" Theo screamed as he clutched his aching nuts and fell to his knees.

"Unfortunately, once I start the treatment, it really shouldn't be stopped."

Max grabbed Theo by the hair and raised him to his feet. Remarkably, Theo just obediently stood with his legs spread and arms behind his back. This kid must be really desperate, Max thought. What a douchebag, he smirked as he tried not to giggle at Theo's flush red face.

Dr. Max lost track of time as he rained punches, knees and squeezes down on Theo's small testicles, eliciting all manner of funny high pitch squeals, but Theo willed himself to keep his legs spread.

"See, it appears to be working,"

Max stepped back, his face glistening with sweat from the workout, and let Theo crumple to his knees. Though the burning pain in his stomach was unbearable, Theo's face lit into a smile as he gently fondled his battered, swollen nuts. They were puffy and noticeably larger, and for the first time in his lift they felt heavy in his hands. 

"Wow, doc! They do feel bigger!"

Dr. Max instructed Theo to his feet, his knees wobbly, and he performed his own examination, roughly taking each nut in his hand and squeezing, pressing his thumb into it with all his might, pretending to be taking scientific mental notes as his cock raged in his slacks. Theo, not wanting to miss out on his chance to finally have normal-sized gonads, bit his lips and squirmed as his testicles continued to swell up, filling his tiny bag to the brim. Max tried not to laugh; Theo's nuts had swollen to slightly more than twice their normal size yet they still looked pathetically small. It was clear his sack couldn't stretch much more.

With an evil smile he barely tried to hide from the clueless jock, Dr. Max picked up the syringe and told Theo to lay back on the table with his feet in the stirrups keeping his legs elevated and spread, his swollen, rosy nuts bulging invitingly in his bag. Dr. Max put on the most professional demeanor he could considering the outrageous circumstances and stood between Theo's legs.

"This infusion of Genecontreo's latest drug will help make today's size gains permanent,"

Theo gulped as the handsome doctor hovered the needle over his sack.

"Is this going to hurt... Oh fuck!"

Theo roared as Max sank the syringe into his sack, puncturing his left nut and depressed the plunger forcefully, causing the nearly cracked nut to balloon in size. Through tears Theo looked down and saw lefty was now markedly larger, exactly what he wanted, so he sat on his hands to resist the urge to fight back. What an idiot, Max thought as performed the same operation with the right nut.

Theo's nuts were now huge - or what most guys would consider normal size - straining at his literally overfilled sack. Dr. Max was pleased with his handiwork as he set down the syringe and balled both fists.

"What are you doing?" Theo asked in panic as Dr. Max positioned a fist on either side of his bloated sack.

CRUNCH

CRUNCH

BLOOOOSH

Theo thought he was going to be sick as his massive bag was instantly compressed nearly flat between the doctor's knuckles multiple times until there was a sickening wet, muted explosion inside his sack. The very un-scientific injection of saline directly into his nuts coupled with the earlier swelling and repeated pounding was just too much and both of Theo's nuts had shattered, their membrane shells stretched beyond their limits by the sudden increase in volume.

Dr. Max snickered as a stunned Theo put his clothes on in shock, fondling his large, lumpy testicles.

"They feel weird. Are they okay?"

Dr. Max nodded.

"Yes, they may loose a little bit of their new found size, but I believe the therapy was successful,"

Max smiled inside at his lie. He knew that Theo's body would eventually absorb the saline and the swelling from the punches would go down, leaving Theo with two totally fractured, still tiny, testicles. He wrote Theo a prescription for pain medication and sent him on his way.

Dr. Max followed Theo to the lobby to make sure that the clinic's doors closed completely behind him before making his way into the next exam room. 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.

Dr. Max gently placed a hang 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. 

"How stupid can he be," Dr. Max mused aloud.

Owen had felt his nuts turn into testicle goop yet was still clueless about the ramifications. Dr. Max didn't even feel bad lying about the prognosis to someone so totally oblivious.

Max looked at the clock. It was getting late and he was afraid the remaining patients might start to get suspicious. He made quick work out of the next two patients, two hunky twins named Jack and James who somehow thought it would be appropriate to go to a medical clinic to get a definitive answer to settle a bet on who had the strongest balls. After several rounds of increasingly brutal kicks and punches, neither of them left the clinic with functioning equipment, but at least the bet was settled.

A college wrestler named Alan was concerned that his overly sensitive, and truly enormous, testicles would be a liability on the mat. He was hoping that the clinic could give him something to block pain but when Dr. Max told him there was no such drug the hapless kid allowed Dr. Max to place his enormous baby makers under a wooden crusher. Dr. Max slowly compressed them until they were impossibly flat, giving the dumb wrestler a last chance to back out, but Alan decided being impervious to nut-blows in the ring was worth the sacrifice. Both of Alan's meaty nuts split under the pressure, bursting until there was nothing left but creamy nut nougat in his quarter-inch flat sack. Dr. Max was careful not to increase the pressure too rapidly lest Alan's young scrotum burst open leaving him with a mess all over his new vice.

By the end of the night, Max was so horny that he barely came up with pseudo-science pretense for putting Kevin, the last college stud's cock into chastity to deal with an issue with premature ejaculation. He could have easily prescribed him Genecontreo's latest performance enhancing drug, but thought that putting his girthy cock into an entirely-too-small, spiked cage would be more fun. Unfortunately for Kevin, Max used the same fake setup with random wires he had used on Pip to convince the clueless college jock that any time his cock started to get hard he would respond with a kick to Kevin's nuts. Kevin ended up with a pin-cushioned cock, a ruptured left testicle and Max ended up with a sore toe. To add insult to injury, Dr. Max did prescribe Kevin the performance enhancer, though Dr. Max wasn't sure how much performing Kevin would be able to do with one nut and a permanently bent, ruined cock.

A few days later, Ronald took Max to lunch at a café near the clinic to thank him.

"Thanks again, man. You're a life saver. And we reached out to everyone you treated for patient feedback. We averaged a score of three."

"A three? Out of what?" Max asked.

"Out of five. Not bad for a non-doctor, but best of all no complaints! One of the guys actually gave us five stars online! Said it was the best clinic he'd ever gone to."

Max rose his eyebrow, curious which of the ruined studs had actually been so pleased with the session that he took the time to write a positive online review.

"Oh, and my date was hot so it was totally worth it, at least for me. Maybe not so much your patients," Ronald chuckled.

They continued their meal in near silence until Ronald, never one to miss out on a chance to objectify a woman, blurted out:

"Anyway, Lucy is such a hot piece of ass, man. Imagine you fucking Ryan Reynolds, she's the female version of that. Just fucking hot," Ronald bragged smiling.

Max blushed. It was an open secret that Max had a crush on his hopelessly straight doctor friend and loved hearing about his sexual conquests, imagining that it was him being fucked by Ronald's huge cock instead of some bimbo.

"Well, I'm glad Little Ronald got to come out and play," Max laughed.

Ronald's face turned serious.

"Actually, he did. A little too much. He threw up inside of her before I could pull out, so now I'm on edge hoping I don't get 'the call'. Lord knows I don't need another kid!"

Max and Ronald burst into laughter. Suddenly, Max licked his lips as he imagined Ronald stripped down, sitting with his legs spread on an exam table just like the line of guys he had treated the other night.

"I can't do anything about any Ronald Juniors you've already made, but I might be able to help you going forward,"

Ronald rose his eyebrow.

"Oh really," he bit his lip and took a drink of soda. 

Max's notes hadn't been complete scribbles; Ronald had deciphered words like 'ruined', 'ruptured', and 'burst' scrawled in among them as he masterfully put a g-rated spin on everything Max had done for the clinic's official records. 

"Yeah, I think I could come up with something for you,"

Max slipped his left foot out of his sandal, stretched his leg under the table and placed it on the bulge in Ronald's crotch. Max gave his buddy a wink as he gently rolled Ronald's huge nuts under his barefoot.

"I trust you read my notes?" Max asked as he continued to discretely play with Ronald's junk under the table.

Ronald gulped.

"Yeah, I did. Very effective techniques. Maybe I could make an appointment? All of this child support is killing me!"

Max pressed down hard, but not too hard, into Ronald's crotch before withdrawing his foot. Max couldn't tell if Ronald was joking so eyed his friend quizzically. The two handsome men sat silently for what felt to Max to be a long time, each trying to read for deeper meaning in the other's expression and Max desperately hoping that today would be the day Ronald would finally agree to submit to the session in his not-so-secrete basement dungeon.

"Fuck you, man!" Ronald said roaring with laughter.

"I'm not some naïve college freshman, back off my boys!" 

Max and Ronald laughed as they finished their meals, Ronald obvious to a malicious undertone in Max's laughter. One day, Max thought, one day.