The Good Doctor: Abner's Day

Hello! The Good Doctor series has been going on for seven real-world years! One of the installments ended with a character named Abner spying on one of the good doctor's gruesome, messy castrations. There have been numerous fan requests to elaborate on what happened to this one-off character (first introduced at the end of this story) since he seemed to be down for some ball busting fun. This was originally slated to be the climactic end of that series but I decided to wrap it up with something a bit... bigger (details to come, maybe ;). This story is not part of 'Good Doctor' cannon so will not be included in the actual finale when that is published later this year.  Anyway, enjoy :) 

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It had been a a few years since Abner , a twenty-four year old Cuban boxer, had witnessed the gruesome end of Quinn Cameron’s last testicle at the hands of Dr. Joel Paulson and Zach. At first he was mortified but the smooth talking and masterfully manipulative Dr. Paulson correctly picked up on Abner's own fetish for extreme ball busting. Watching Quinn’s huge, round nut turn into oatmeal made Abner’s cock harder than it ever had in his life. He had witnessed a dark fantasy happening in reality and it didn’t take the good doctor long to convince Abner to try a session himself.

They had started out relatively sanguine, just Dr. Paulson exploring every inch of Abner’s body whilst pushing the limits of his testicular fortitude with increasingly hard punches and kicks. Dr. Paulson would often sprinkle in comments like “These would be so hot to pop” and “I can’t wait to rupture these” and, to his delight, Abner’s cock would always get rock hard despite his writing against his restraints. After a particularly brutal session that left Abner’s golden brown, large nuts purple and swollen as he was tied to a chair, Dr. Paulson leaned in and whispered “I know someone who could really wreck these,”

Even though he was sobbing through his gag, Abner’s cock got rock hard. Dr. Paulson gave Abner a couple weeks to recover before inviting him back for a session with Zach. 

Zach was an entirely sadistic ball crusher who had personally destroyed Quinn and Kamran. His rupture-lust was so depraved that he once participated in a contest where his own boyfriend Archie’s enormous balls had literally been on the line yet did nothing to stop it. Dr. Paulson loved to watch Zach work. He had a primal brutality yet was methodical and often cracked hilarious puns while he beat the crap out of a poor guy’s junk. Watching Zach going to town on a young hunk’s package was a treat and Dr. Paulson had gotten to the point of simply staying out of his way, stroking, handing Zach tools and standing by to put on his doctor’s hat when (more likely if) needed. If testicle destruction was an artform, Zach was its Leonardo Di Vinci.

Abner rang the bell of 47 Blossoming Chrysanthemum Place. As instructed, Abner had his boxing outfit in his knapsack but was otherwise wearing casual jeans and a T-shirt. It was a hot summer evening and his low hanging, heavy nuts were sweating under the thick fabric. Zach opened the door and smiled broadly. Despite the awful things he had dreamed about doing to Abner, he came across completely disarming and friendly. It wasn’t a ruse. Zach really did see no contradiction with ending a guy’s family line one day and having drinks with him the next. There’s naught so queer as folk, especially ball busing young professors.

Abner and Zach had only met in person once the day he had seen Zach crushing Quinn's nut, but Abner instantly recognized Zach as the man from the other side of the window he had spied through; the guy who had wasted Quinn’s nut with his bare hands. He motioned Abner into the foyer and the heavy door was closed behind him.

“Abner! Glad you could make it!” 

Dr. Joel Paulson emerged carrying a tray with three martinis. Abner and Zach took theirs and Joel took his and set down the tray. The three toasted as they made their way to the living room. Joel sat back as Zach chatted and mentally undressed Abner, imagining his tight little body, his swinging nuts and his thick Cuban dick ready to pop off.

Zach was extremely charming and soon Abner was relaxed enough to blurt out “So, are you gonna’ bust my balls or what?”

He gave Zach a goofy grin as he clutched his bulging crotch. Zach smiled and reached for Abner’s shirt, tearing it off and leaving nothing but shreds on the couch. Abner was stunned but instantly turned on and Zach’s cock throbbed at the sight of Abner’s golden rippled abs, big arms and tiny waistline. Abner was easily a foot shorter than the hefty Zach, but he was infinitely more defined. Zach growled as he ran his hands over Abner’s abs.

“It’s like a fucking washboard!”

Abner grinned, his cock raging, totally ready for Zach to ravage him. Besides personally seeing Zach destroy a nut, Joel had regaled Abner with plenty of stories about Zach’s other antics so Abner was fully aware of the type of things Zach was capable of. Still, Abner kept his legs spread wide as he sat being felt up by Zach. Zach’s broad hands slid under Abner’s ass and his cock leaked as he felt the boxer’s perfectly sculpted ass through his jeans. It was perfect and Zach imagined plowing Abner silly after he was done with his balls.

Zach leaned in and Abner thought he was about to make out when his smile faded into... something. It was an odd expression, midway between a scowl and a cheeky grin. It was playful yet menacing. Zach barked for Abner to strip and the hot boxer stood up and pulled off his jeans letting his fat, large shaved nuts tumble out. They were markedly lighter in shade than the rest of his tanned body and Zach chuckled as he held the heavy things in his hands, imagining the tiny speedo Abner must have crammed into to get such a small tan line.

“These are heavy. Really heavy!”

Zach grinned. Joel had told him how dense Abner’s nuts were but feeling was believing. Not only were they fairly large, but felt quite dense and meaty, barely deforming under his tentative squeezing of his thumbs. Abner’s sack was loaded to the brim and Zach’s twisted mind envisioned all of that testicle matter splattered all over the floor.

Soon, Abner was in his red and white high top boots, red trimmed white satin trunks and red boxing gloves. He looked like he was ready for a match and was quite handsome standing at the ready and showing of his toned upper body. His swinging nuts were clearly visible under the loose fabric of his shorts with even the slightest movement of his body. Zach and Joel soaked in the blazing hot visual before leading Abner to a back bedroom. Since Joel lived alone, the extra four bedrooms in his house were rarely used and this one was already devoid of furniture. They had set up four posts connected with ropes making a small boxing ring in the middle of the roo. Zach ordered him into the ring and Abner gladly obliged.

Zach, the outline of his fat cock bulging in his jeans, circled Abner like a shark.

“I bet you’re wondering what I’m gonna’ do to you, aren’t you, pup?” Zach whispered, salivating at Abner’s hot body. Abner just gulped, for the first time feeling nervous in the presence of such a practiced ball destroyer.

CRUNCH

Abner wasn’t prepared for Zach’s first kick that slammed between his legs, crushing his dangling spuds into his pelvis. His eyes rolled into his head and he reflexively brought his hands to his crotch. Forgetting he was wearing boxing gloves...

“Fuck!”

The large, solid boxing glove slammed into his crotch, further smashing his baby makers. Zach and Joel chuckled as Abner slumped to his knees. 

“You should be more careful,” Zach laughed. 

Abner got back to his feet. His balls had taken much worse so he quickly regained his composure, looking quite cocky before Zach’s fist slammed into his crotch rapidly. Four perfectly aimed, freight train fists collided with Abner’s nuts with startling precision; it was like Zach had x-ray vision and could see Abner’s nuts clearly through the fabric. Abner let out a funny hoarse yodel and fell to his knees. Zach was leaking at the sensation of Abner’s stone-hard nuts barely deforming under his fists. They were the most dense testicles he had ever felt.

Abner got back up to his feet fairly quickly. After all, he had been playing with Joel for years and wasn’t going to be out of commission over a few punches, even if they were perfectly aimed and more powerful than anything Joel had ever delivered without resorting to a mallet.

Zach spent the next half hour kicking and punching Abner’s sack. At one point he grabbed Abner by his shoulders to hold him in place as he planted his knee dozens of times into Abner’s swelling sack, crushing them against his perfect muscular body. Zach was amazed at the unique sensation; guy’s balls - especially big ones - usually warped and flattened under his knee. Abner felt like he was smashing rocks. It was actually painful for Zach. Abner was letting out a cacophony of hilarious, baritone squeals and his face was making all manner of pained expressions; everything from the classic ‘O’ face to crossed eye with his tongue hanging out of his mouth drooling. But through it all Abner kept getting back on his feet, taking a wide-leg boxer’s stance like he was waiting for the bell to ring.

Zach smiled and was pleased that story’s of Abner’s testicular fortitude had not been overstated. Usually this deep into the evening, Abner’s nuts would have endured at least one of Joel’s contraptions - a mallet, a vice, something - so Abner was mildly relieved that the big bad Zach was only using his feet, knees and fists. The look of cocky relief must have been evident on his face because Zach and Joel cut each other shit faced looks.

DING

Joel played a loud boxing ring bell on his phone. A large gooey wet spot had formed in his slacks from the hour of watching Zach pummel Abner’s nuts but it was time to move on from the warm up. Zach went to the side of the ring and whispered to Joel whose face lit up. Zach returned to Abner with a hand behind his back.

“You want kids?” Zach asked bluntly.

Abner looked at him confused. 

“I asked: Do. You. Want. Kids?” Zach was just inches from Abner’s face, staring into his eyes and licking his lips. He was sure Abner would have cranked out some incredibly handsome sons and supermodel daughters.

“I don’t know I... FUCK!”

CRUNCH

Before Abner could answer the question Zach sent his now-gloved hand crashing into Abner’s groin. The heavy glove flattened Abner’s swollen nuts into his body with such force that the wind was temporarily knocked out of him. Abner collapsed to his knees, his broad legs spread and his nuts dangling far beneath his legs, protected only by a thin layer of fabric. 

CRUNCH

Abner’s eyes rolled and he was lifted off the ground as Zach punted his nuts, with perfect, devastating aim. Abner took longer than usual to get to his feet, but was still impressive compared to most guys. He was rewarded with a ridiculously callous punch to the groin. Zach had rotated his torso to throw all of his substantial weight into the punch. He squealed in delight as he felt Abner’s nuts finally bulge under the blow. They felt ‘normal’ not like testicle rocks, apparently the swelling was working.

Abner stayed upright yodeling and crossing his knees. CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.

“CHRIST!” 

Abner tried to take the blows but Zach was not fucking around and after three more punches he collapsed onto his back. It was an ill-advised position. Zach wasted literally zero seconds placing the bottom of his shoe right on top of Abner’s nuts. Even though the boxer was still in his shorts, his low hanging nuts were several inches from his crotch between his spread legs. Zach looked down at the blazing hot Cuban; his sweaty abs were glistening and his handsome face contorted in pain. Abner gasped and his face started to sweat and turn red as Zach slowly applied more pressure onto his precious jewels. His nuts flattened onto the floor, crushed by Zach’s shoe and Abner screamed and started punching Zach’s shins in a desperate attempt to get Zach off of him. Zach smiled and lifted his foot off and Abner’s head fell back in relief.

STOMP

Abner thought he was going to vomit. Zach slammed his shoe onto his nuts as hard as he could and ground his foot on impact for extra damage. 

“These things are fucking hard as shit!” 

STOMP

Abner’s eyes crossed. Zach was gleefully stomping with reckless disregard for Abner’s future children. Abner was gasping and screaming and trying to get up but he was just stomped back in place. 

“PLEASE!”

“Tough fuckers! It’s like stomping on stone!” Zach chuckled after delivering a final stomp. Abner’s balls flattened dangerously into the ground before Zach rose his foot. Dr. Paulson’s cock was dripping and he was rubbing it through his pants as he watched Zack work.

This time Abner sat with a gloved hand gently on his balls for several minutes. They were throbbing. Even through his glove he could feel they were horribly swollen and they felt like they had cracked wide open. He was crying but still managed to drag himself to his feet, taking his wide foot stance. He looked at Zach, specifically the raging, thick outline of his cock and his own cock started to stir.

“Looks like someone’s ready for more!” Joel laughed.

Abner’s cock had made an impressive tent in his trunks and the sweaty boxer was ready to be thrown to the mat and fucked hard by Joel and Zach.

DING

Joel played the bell sound effect again. Zach stood in front of Abner smirking, roiling with lust and genuinely impressed at Abner was still standing. 

“You might want to tell Little Abner to calm down,”

Before Abner could process the warning, Zach sent his gloved fist slamming into Abner’s crotch. Unfortunately his cock was now sticking out nine inches past his body and it was bent at a horribly awkward angle a fraction of a second before the glove slammed into his nuts. Which flattened. A lot.

“My dick....”

Abner’s eyes and knees crossed. He looked at Zach utterly stunned. It felt like his dick had actually snapped in half, totally canceling out the throb in his sack. He looked down released to see his dick was still - somehow - jutting out. 

When Abner had recovered some, Zach stood with his feet shoulder width apart and his arms behind his back. He demanded Abner hit him as hard as he could, anywhere he wanted except his balls.

Abner weakly obliged, hitting Zach in the chest. Zach was bigger, but not as athletic as Abner. Even if he was, tolerating a hit in a boxing ring is a learned skill. Despite all the abuse, Abner was genuinely concerned for Zach’s safety. Zach’s hubris won out.

“Don’t be a pansy! Hit me!”

Abner slammed his glove into Zach’s stomach, a bit harder, but still not full force.  Zach laughed. 

“I thought you were a boxer. Hit me now!” Zach roared. Abner was taken aback at the exaggerated malice in Zach’s tone but Joel knew Zach was switching gears into his ultimate ball busting form.

Abner unloaded on Zach’s torso for nearly a minute. Although Zach was usually the dominant guy in any situation, he had a barely repressed sadism streak and it was on full display. He was bellowing, actually laughing as Abner treated his barrel chest like a punching bag. His dick was rock hard as he watched Abner’s beautiful body flexing and moving in perfect rhythm. I was wonderful, the male form on full, slutty display. Abner, out of habit, sent the glove slamming into Zach’s face.

Joel’s eyes bugged out and Zach instantly stopped laughing. Abner, realizing the enormity of his error, immediately stopped punching. He had felt Zach’s neck snap to the side and for a moment he was horrified that he had accidentally knocked Zach out. No one said anything for nearly a minute. Zach stood with his head cocked to the side holding his jaw. His lip was swollen and his mouth was bloody. It looked more gruesome than it felt. Suddenly, Zach started laughing maniacally, a deep, baritone laugh as he righted himself and looked at Abner. 

“That was awesome man! Glad to see you’ll be a nice lil’ ball breaker after you’re own sack is gone,”

Abner gulped.

“So, how many times did you hit me?” 

Joel smiled. He had seen Zach play a variation of this game before; he would punch or kick someone in the balls an inordinate number of times then quiz them on exactly how many times they were hit. If the guy was wrong, Zach would do another round. He had nearly popped a poor Grindr hookup that way all because the writhing twink couldn’t count to fifty without losing track and guessing wrong.

“Ummm... I think, twenty times?”

Zach snickered, “Not even close. You punched me forty-two times, not counting that little knock to my face,”

Zach turned to Joel, “I think it’s time for the knockout round,”

DING

Before Abner could protest, as if he would, he was tied to one of the posts in the corner of the mock ring. However, there was nothing fake about the metal pole. It was anchored securely to the floor and Abner’s struggling did nothing. His gloved hands were tight behind his back and his legs were kept wide open with a spreader bar. His ripped torso was criss crossed with an insane amount of overlapping white ropes. Zach had purposefully chosen the color to contrast with Abner’s brown skin. It was quite the visual.

Joel stood behind Zach as he switched boxing gloves. The glove looked identical to the first but with a special surprise inside.

“Okay, stud. I’m gonna’ punch your spuds forty-two times,” Zach twisted his torso and arched his back to work out the beating Abner had laid on him.

“Are you ready, man? I don’t think there’s going to be much left,”

Abner screamed as Zach slammed the weighted glove into his crotch. His swinging nuts were rocketed backward, slamming into the post.

“One!”

CRUNCH

“Two!”

Zach was plowing everything he had into ending Abner’s manhood. Abner immediately realized that the glove was abnormally heavy and started screaming, begging Zach to stop. Abner’s screams were just music to Zach and Joel’s ears, the high-pitched screeching was just barely loud enough to block out the audible slamming of Zach’s glove into Abner’s nuts. His poor, swollen nuts were bouncing wildly in his trunks, swelling and bruising as blow after unnecessarily hard blow rained down on them.

Twenty punches in, Abner’s voice was hoarse and he thought he was going to black out. Zach might as well been using a mallet. Whatever was inside the glove was solid like a plate of metal, not flexing at all as it crushed his nuts. Zach was sweating and red from exertion and Abner’s crossed eyes and tortured face looked hotter than Joel or Zach had ever seen it. Hideous welts erupted all over his ball bag by the thirtieth punch.

“Thirty-nine...”

“Forty...”

Abner was hysterical. He could clearly feel his fat nuts flattening violently under each blow. His shriveled cock was also absorbing a tremendous amount of the blows’ energy and he was mortified that his fuck stick was suffering permanent damage.

“Forty... Forty-one?” 

Zach suddenly stopped punching and looked at Joel in feigned confusion.

“Was that forty-one or forty-two?”

Joel shrugged.

Abner’s eyes grew wide in terror, “It was forty-one!”

“Was it though?” Zach batted his eyes at Abner.

“It was forty-one!”

Zach shrugged and looked annoyed at himself, “Fuck! I gotta’ start over.”

“Nooo!”

Zach ‘accidentally’ lost count until, by the time he finally counted to forty-two, Abner’s package had been squashed an astounding one-hundred fifty-eight times. Abner was nearly comatose. His screams were just high pitched, occasional yelps of terror and agony. His handsome head was dropped to the side, drool was landing on his pecs and he was barely registering the blows. His guts felt like they were literally on fire, such was the intensity of the agony boiling in his loins. His package was a complete disaster.

His already large nuts were nearly twice their normal size, his right bigger and hanging lower than the left. They were purplish-red, with splotches of black and streaks of blood red as superficial blood vessels at the surface had ruptured. His fat cock was swollen and purple. One of the throbbing veins that usually made his girthy ass wrecker look intimidating, had partially collapsed and turned into a grotesque black lump.  Zach and Joel had to will themselves not to just pull Abner’s trunks to his feet; their imaginations were painting an adequately devastating image of what was happening inside Abner’s outfit and it was fueling their lustful fire. There was something hot about ruining something unseen. 

Zach stepped back and smiled. Joel had pulled out his dick and was stroking it, dripping precum onto his slacks. He had come close to blowing his load multiple times and looking at Abner tied up, drooling and on the brink of rupture was almost too much.

“Calm down, doc. You don’t wanna blow before the grand finale, do ya? I’m about to turn his guy’s’ baby makers into baby food.”

Joel laughed.

Zach thought about how dense and full Abner’s sack was , and how thoroughly he wanted to destroy it, and corrected his analogy.

“Naw, actually I’m gonna turn his baby makers into babies’ milk. Liquified nut,”

“One hundred percent Organic Cuban Man Milk. Has a ring to it Maybe they could sell it at Whole Foods,” Joel laughed.

“Fucking shit!”

Zach seemed incredibly annoyed all of a sudden.

“I forgot that he was supposed to be counting along with me! We need to start over at one again! What the fuck is wrong withe me!” 

Joel burst into laughter as Zach continued to fake annoyance. He readied his aim and unloaded forty-two more blows into Abner’s package, relishing the increasingly squishy consistency of his orbs. When he was done, he had slammed Abner’s crotch so hard that his thighs and crotch were bruised along with his reproductive organs. His cock was looking critical, covered in dark blotches that were testaments to the destruction. His balls were covered in bruises turning blackish blue and hematomas were erupting everywhere. Zach took off the glove and pulled out the metal plate. 

It was dented.

He laughed, “Ooops!” 

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“Oooh...”

Abner slowly came to. He was still in the fake boxing ring tied upright to the post only now his balls were protruding from his shorts from a conveniently placed hole Zach had cut into the fabric. He was dazed but immediately screamed at the sight of them. They looked horrible and felt like they were boiling. He had no idea how long he had been out for. Joel and Zach were standing nearby sipping martinis and patiently waiting for Abner to come to. Joel had a stethoscope around his neck and his doctor’s bag was at his side. He had been checking on Abner periodically  but the young boxer was fine, aside from his apparently ruined cock and swollen, lemon sized nuts.

“Ah, he’s awake!” 

Joel checked his watch and burst out laughing.  Being a doctor, he was getting a little alarmed at how long Abner had been out with shallow breathing in that unnatural position and had gotten Zach to grudgingly agree to end the night if he was still blacked out in ten more minutes. When it looked like Abner was going to snooze his way to safety, Zach had even made up a bed for him and Abner and was honestly looking forward to snuggling up next to the sexy Cuban. Zach was a brutal ball buster one minute and a snuggly teddy bear the next. He was actually a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to be using Abner like a studly body pillow.

“You’re timing sucks man!” Zach roared.

Abner had no idea how close he had been to just waking up in Zach’s arms the next morning with Joel cooking  breakfast for them like it was just another casual overnight. Instead, Joel played the fateful ‘DING’ sound effect and Zach finished his martini and fetched the last item of the night. Abner’s face went pale and he was momentarily too distracted by what Zach was carrying to even feel his pulsing nuts. 

Zach was approaching him with a lemon squeezer, opening and closing the handle shut with a wicked look in his eyes. He casually put Abner’s bloated, blackened right nut into the device and gently lowered the handle until the top of the press was against his nut. Abner screamed and was begging Zach to stop, pleading for Joel to intervene.

“Oh! What? No! I’m not going to be the one juicing your lemons. You are!”  Zach deadpanned.

The discombobulated boxer tried to fight back as Zach pulled off Abner’s boxing gloves and replaced them with specially altered versions. The glove on Abner's left hand had a cavity that perfectly held the bottom handle of the lemon squeezer and the top handle was wedged into Abner’s right glove. Abner sobbed as he was forced to hold his hands in front of him, a lemon press trapped to his gloves and his nearly cracked right nut between the pressing surfaces. Zach stepped back and he and Joel admired the handiwork.

A  lemon squeezer

The lemon squeezer was firmly attached to his gloves. He tried to move his hands outward so that the crushers would just be floating harmlessly away from his body but Zach had expected. The inside surface that was in direct contact with the bottom of Abner’s nut was stuck! It was super glued in place!

Abner looked at Zach pleadingly and the handsome professor smirked at the boxer.

“Okay. I’ll ask one more time. Do you want kids?” 

Abner shook his head ‘yes’ but Abner’s right glove, the one controlling the top of the squeezer and ultimately the fate of his nut, started to press downward. Zach smirked. 

“You sure about that? Looks like your glove has other plans,”

Despite the horrible agony, Abner was stunned as he kept pressing down on the squeezer. He could feel his nut bulging and flattening under the industrial strength gadget and the metal surface felt cold and awful against his scrotum. Abner's eyes bugged out as his nut flattened out again.

Zach and Joel were both holding their dicks and stroking. Abner’s fate was entirely up to him. He could have just refused to crush down and spared his nut and he and Zach would have just spooned in bed. Zach wasn’t going to force anything. Although popping a guy’s nuts himself was fun, Zach really got off in the rare scenarios where he could actually make a latent sadist scream and beg for the end of his own nuts.

“Let me go... FUCK!”

Abner was pulsing the lemon squeezer on his nut. Ordinarily the slight pressure wouldn’t have been bad but his testicle was already so assaulted it felt like it was being stomped. Zach licked his lips as he looked at the conflicted look on Abner’s face. It DID feel really good to have his nut compressed, maybe he could just do it a little bit further...

“Ooooh!” Abner pressed too hard and his huge nut flattened and bulged. 

As Joel watched stroking, Zach stepped inches away  on Abner’s side and started whispering in his ear.

“Come on, I know you want to. And I know you can do it. Look at these guns,”

Zach licked Abner’s neck, tracing his tongue along his shoulder and stopping at his powerful bicep that was ultimately responsible for whether or not Abner’s nut got juiced. Abner’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as Zach nibbled his ear, whispering the dirtiest, raunchiest things he had ever heard in flawless Spanish.

“Come on, man. I know you want to. Crush your nut,” Zach whispered. The feel of Zach’s breath against his ear was driving Abner wild. His broken cock started to stir in his trunks.

Abner’s bicep started flexing as he pulsed the lemon squeezer into his squishy nut. Increasing the pressure until he instinctively stopped and let out a tremendous howl.

Zach put a hand encouragingly on Abner’s shoulder and gently used the other to take Abner’s chin and turn his head toward him. Despite the fact Joel was watching and stroking, the only thing Zach and Abner saw were each other. Abner was flooded with adrenaline and was now fully aware of what was at stake.

Zach leaned in and gave Abner a gentle kiss, his tongue rolling inside Abner’s mouth. His dick continued to swell painfully and he kept trying to press down on the juicer. His nut warped and flattened in the increasingly small cavity. He broke the kiss and yelped. 

Zach looked at the blazing hot boxer. His eyes were big and pleading, like a puppy dog, and his face was soft and gentle. He ran a hand through Abner’s thick black hair, swirling it in his finger as he leaned in to whisper “Please Abner, for me?”

Abner looked into Zach’s eyes and nodded yes. He bit his lip and slammed down as hard as he could on the juicer. His ball got impossibly flat and Abner would have fallen to his knees if he wasn’t held up by the rope.

“You can do it stud. Come on, crush it,”

Zach continued to whisper encouragement and Abner kept juicing his nut but the pain was overwhelming. Despite the fact his biceps were more than powerful enough to finish the task, he couldn’t bring himself to even get close before breaking  it off and weeping.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Abner was crying.

Zach kissed his tear stained cheek, “It’s okay, love. Do you want me to help you?”

Abner nodded yes.

“Are you sure?” Zach locked eyes with Abner. The moment was so intimate it felt like the two virtual strangers had been in love for years. Abner nodded his head yes. Zach leaned in and kissed Abner’s neck, sending shivers down the boxer’s spine. 

Zach got on his knees and gently placed his hands on top of Abner’s glove, the one that was attached to the top hinge of the juicer. He looked up with the same big-eyed expression before suddenly breaking into his typical wicked grin.

The soft, sensual - almost reassuring tone - was gone.

“As you wish!” Zach bellowed.

He sprang to his feet, his hands still on the glove, and dropped to his knees in one swift motion, pressing down with the glove with all his might. Abner’s eyes crossed as his nut was terminally juiced. There was an audible SQUICK as his nut exploded into chunks under the juicer. Another few slams cracked his sack open and bits started oozing out of it. Abner threw his head back and roared as Zach continued to press the juicer tighter together.

SQUISH

Abner’s right nut burst open completely. Despite Abner’s writhing and hysterics, Zach was only mildly surprised that Abner was actually helping press down with Zach. Joel’s eyes rolled back and he sprayed the kneeling Zach with jizz and Zach continued to pulp Abner’s nut. 

Mushed testicle matter, a lot of it, oozed out of the machine, landing at Abner’s feet with sick wet splat. Abner blacked out and Zach opened the machine completely before slamming it down rapidly over and over.

SQUISH

SQUICK

By the time he was done, most of Abner’s former nut was on the floor and what was left inside was a destroyed mess.  Joel orgasmed for a solid minute, bracing himself on Zach before finally getting a grip. 

“Great, now his nut is stuck in the thing,”

Joel pointed to the goop filled lemon juicer. Mixed in with the unborn kids, testicle gunk and busted plumbing was the glue that had been keeping Abner’s nut in place. Zach smiled and effortlessly lifted what was left of Abner’s nut out of the juicer.

“It was just sticky honey. He could have pulled out from the beginning. He just didn’t want to because he wanted his nut crushed. He had a fantasy and he was gonna’ make it real.”

Joel looked at Zach incredulously. They got Abner untied and Joel tended to his ruined sack. His entire right nut was a lost cause and the broken chunks were unceremoniously scooped out  - and pulped in Joel’s hand - and his sack was sewn shut. His ball bag still looked enormous with his lone swollen left nut seeming to swell even bigger now that it had the place to itself. The damage to Abner’s cock looked worse than it was and Joel was confident that Abner would be back to stuffing mouths and holes and blowing his huge loads in due time, though it would likely hurt like Hell for a while.

Zach gently placed Abner in bed. He was completely out of it thanks to the trauma of losing a nut and a cocktail of painkillers, antibiotics and sleep aids Joel had given him before the impromptu surgery. Abner was completely naked, his legs spread and his huge last nut resting on the sheet invitingly.

“Are you gonna’ finish that tomorrow?”

Joel was licking his lips and Zach was surprised the good doctor didn’t just pounce on Abner’s last gonad and tear it apart with his bare hands. 

Zach shook his head no, “He said he wanted kids. I’m not a monster,” 

Joel smiled and headed toward his own bedroom, his cock raging.

Zach stripped and crawled into bed with Abner. Abner groaned and rolled to his side and Zach spooned him. Abner was a hot little ball of muscle - literally. He was radiating heat like a furnace. Zach tossed off the covers and snuggled with the hot athlete. Abner subconsciously took Zach’s hands and held them against his abs, letting out a gentle exhale as if nothing unusual was happening, just two guys spooning in bed.

Zach settled in, holding Abner tightly and kissed his neck.

“Goodnight you kinky little fucker,” he whispered.