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Friday, April 28, 2023

Dr. Blade




Dr. Nathan Blade was a respected physician who ran an esteemed clinic dealing with all manner of male fertility issues such as sperm banking, infertility and the like.

He was six feet, two-hundred pound of sculpted muscle, with a shock of jet black hair that was always neatly styled and a perpetual five o’clock shadow that perfectly framed his handsome face. He was often told his chiseled body looked like a  Greek statue and that wasn’t far of an exaggeration. He was so good looking, that to pay for medical school he was an underwear model and male stripper and still looked as good at forty as he had in his university years.


Being such a stud, it was natural that some of his clients - even the straight ones - would lust after him, making lewd comments and trying to steer the conversation into overly sexual territory which wasn't hard to do in a clinic focused on male reproduction. Although Dr. Blade was typically above board, he had a thinly-veiled love of ball busting so didn't mind his client's sexual organs being the topic of conversation.


One night while reading some graphic ball busting stories and squeezing his own large nuts through his slacks, the sly doctor came up with a devious plan. He told three of his hottest, horniest patients to come in on a specific day for what he called a special appointment. Dr. Blade had invited all of them during their regular visits, batting his eyes and licking his lips suggestively and while Dr. Blade wasn't opposed to actually hooking up with them in his office he had something much more fun in mind.


It was a warm Saturday afternoon, the day of the special appointments, and Dr. Blade had cleared the clinic’s calendar and given his staff the day off so that only the three invited guests were scheduled. As they arrived, Dr. Blade showed each of them to an exam room, all of them thinking that only they had the ‘special’ appointment and that the others were just ordinary clients.


Dr. Blade adjusted his junk so that it bulged obscenely in his khakis and ditched his usual white lab coat, since the length covered up his bubble ass and mounding crotch. He wanted to put on a show. To further lower the patients’ guards, he wore a white shirt several sizes too small that was straining to contain his bulging muscles, hugging his pecs and clinging to his rippled abs. It was so tight, it looked painted on and left little to the imagination. After checking his hair in a mirror, he grinned to himself as he entered Exam Room 1. He flashed his pearly whites in a genuine - yet wicked - grin to the young man sitting on the exam bench.


Tyler was a twenty-one year old who had only recently started seeing Dr. Blade for fertility issues. He and his partner had been trying to impregnate a surrogate with no success and even though Dr. Blade felt bad for the young man's situation, countless tests had shown Tyler and his partner were hopelessly sterile... there there would be no real harm done, Dr. Blade thought.


Tyler was five foot nine and extremely muscular, more so than Dr. Blade and breathtakingly handsome.


“Good afternoon, Tyler. I have a new treatment for you that I think will really make your sperm count rocket,” 


Dr. Blade rested his hand under the bulge in his pants, drawing Tyler’s eyes to his nuts. He played it off like the gesture was inadvertent but it was anything but. Judging by the growing tightness in Tyler’s jeans, Dr. Blade could tell his fake flirting was working. Tyler was wearing tight jeans and a fitted T-shirt, clearly trying to show off, and he was drenched in cheap cologne.


Tyler could barely take his eyes off Dr. Blade “What’s the treatment, doctor?”  


“It involves massage of your sperm ducts to stimulate production. Unfortunately, it needs to be done by hand. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable..."


Tyler was raging at the thought of the hot doctor massaging his balls and quickly stripped out of his jeans. He stood next to the table in only his tight white briefs, his impressive cock clearly hard and his pendulous nuts bulging in the fabric.


“Excellent, we'll start immediately!" Dr. Blade smiled.


Tyler's cock was leaking and his eyes were filled with lust as Dr. Blade crouched to be at eye level with Tyler’s package grasped one of Tyler’s nuts in each hand through the fabric. He rolled them gently and had to restrain himself from unleashing his full strength as he gradually increased the pressure, rolling the fat orbs under his thumbs. Tyler moaned and his cock leaked as Dr. Blade continued his fake therapy. When Dr. Blade was sure Tyler thought he was about to be fucked, his guard totally down, he grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them to his ankles. Tyler’s ten inch cock flopped forward, fully hard, and his egg sized shaved sack hung low under it. Dr. Blade continued to knead the fat things in his hands, increasing the pressure until Tyler let out a gasp.


“Not so hard, doc. Nice and gentle,” 


“Sorry,” Dr. Blade lied.


“I think we’re ready for the next part of the treatment,”


Tyler was convinced he was about to get plowed by the dirty doctor so hopped into the stirrups as instructed without hesitation. His muscular legs were spread wide, his cock hard and his balls waiting to unload. Dr. Blade whispered sweet nothings into Tyler’s ear, his hot breath distracting Tyler long enough for the doctor to pull a length of rope he had placed under the chair.


“Hey doc, I don’t get into bondage but...” Tyler was dazed by a sharp pain to the temple. 


Dr. Blade slammed his fist into the side of Tyler’s head, barely a fraction of his true strength but enough to stun him. It was all the time he needed to quickly criss-cross Tyler’s ripped abs and pecs with rope, tying him down. Tyler struggled and shouted but Dr. Blade ignored him as he tied his ankles to the stirrup straps. Dr. Blade looked down at his handiwork; the dumb muscle jock could have easily overpowered him had it not been for his hormones.


“See, Tyler, I think your real problem is that your nuts are too distracting,”


Before Tyler could register the words, Dr. Blade started slamming his fists into his balls and this time he wasn’t holding back. Tyler let out shrieks of pain as his nuts were slammed into his pelvis. Dr. Blade was glad he had installed sound proof paneling in the exam rooms; he wouldn’t want the victim idling in the next room to get alarmed. Dr. Blade was working up a mild sweat as he lay into Tyler’s nuts. Ironically the fertility doctor was getting closer and closer to ruining Tyler’s chances of siring children. Dr. Blade relished in the feeling of Tyler’s large nuts crumpling and warping under his knuckles, struggling not to simply implode.


Tyler was writhing, desperate to break free and looked down in horror as the hunky doctor was pulverizing his balls. They were turning red and starting to swell and the pain was making his fit stomach roil in agony. 


“My nuts, man! My nuts!” Tyler shrieked as Dr. Blade continued to pulverize his bag until it was an unhealthy shade of purple.


Tyler thought he was going to pass out from the pain, his mind foggy, the only thing he could focus on were his swelling nuts and Dr. Blade’s wicked smile. 


“Please!” 


“I think it’s working...”


CRUNCH


SPLITCH


Tyler’s mouth opened in a silent ‘O’ as Dr. Blade felt something break in his scrotum after a particularly brutal punch. Dr. Blade grabbed Tyler’s ridiculously swollen bag, a nut in each hand, and started squeezing and grinding in his thumb. As Tyler wailed, Dr. Blade used his knowledge of human anatomy to detail every membrane and structure of Tyler’s testicles that were being damaged as the space between his thumb and palms slowly collapsed.


“Looks like I may have massaged a little too hard. I’m definitely feeling some damage,”


Tyler took a tortured sigh of relief as Dr. Blade released his balls. His reprieve was brief though. Dr. Blade fished something out of one of the drawers and returned with a device that looked like a small immersion blender with a slick white handle and glimmering stainless steel blades. It reminded Tyler of the tool he used that morning to mix up his protein shake. Tyler thrashed around but his big muscles were useless against his restraints.


“So this may sting...” Dr. Blade chuckled as he crouched between Tyler’s legs, his swollen bag inches from his face.


He rose the blender over Tyler’s left nut and lined up his aim, his bicep bulging to show off his strength.


“No. Please don’t!” 


SPLOTCH


Tyler thought he was going to die as Dr. Blade slammed the tool into his nut. The tip of the blender was about as sharp as a ballpoint pen and Dr. Blade’s arm was more than powerful enough to brute-force it through the tough scrotum skin. Tyler felt an agony like nothing he had ever experienced as Dr. Blade looked up at him smiling. 


Dr.Blade grinned wickedly as he activated the machine. Tyler threw his head back and his thick neck bulged as he screamed. The blender sliced his left nut into a dozen pieces in a fraction of second and was creating a whirlpool effect in Tyler’s bag.


“Christ!” Tyler’s eyes rolled into his head and he blacked out as he felt his beefy right nut pulled into the blades that made quick work of it. 


Even though both of Tyler’s jock nuts were nothing but chunks, Dr. Blade kept the machine running and moved it around inside his bag for a full minute, relishing the feeling as the increasingly small bits of testicle hit the blades and exploded. He could actually feel the little pops vibrating through the machine. Eventually, there was nothing in his bag but liquid and Dr. Blade pulled out the goop covered machine. He quickly cauterized the wound and looked down at Tyler’s muscular body with nothing but a big, limp dick and a bloated ball bag between his legs. At first blush the huge bag looked fine, other than being swollen and bruised, but inside it was just one amorphous blob.  Dr. Blade tucked the machine into his pocket.


Dr. Blade exited the exam room and went into the next one. Greg was waiting for his special examination. Greg was a jock in his thirties who had been seeing Dr. Blade for years to address his over active sex drive. He was relatively short, but quite muscular, filling out his jeans and T-shirt, clearly showing off, as he flashed a smile at the doctor he had been trying to bone for years.


“Sorry to keep you waiting, Greg. I was with another client, but no one as special as you,” Dr. Blade finished his statement with a wink, smiling as he watched Greg taking the bait. 


“Thanks for seeing me doc. I’ve been hornier than normal lately. Work stress triggers me, I think. There was a deal at work that another agent tried to fuck me over. I mean no-lube, bent over the desk fucked over. That motherfucker can just suck my dick until I nut all over his face..”


Dr. Blade smiled as the randy businessman used graphic sexual euphemisms to describe work stressors.


“Yeah, I can see you’re having an episode,”


Dr. Blade walked up to Greg who was sitting on the exam table with his legs slightly open. As expected Dr. Blade watched Greg’s eyes slowly move up and down his perfectly displayed body before settling on his mounding crotch.


“I think we have to use a different technique, something to help with your lust issues,”


Greg nodded.


“Why don’t you stand against the wall for me,”


Greg obliged and was quickly standing with his back against the wall and Dr. Blade standing nose to nose. Greg’s cock was raging in his jeans and he was almost overwhelmed with desire as the man of his dreams stood breathing slowly in front of him.


“I call this trigger therapy. I want you to put your hand on my pec and tell me what you wanna’ do. Talk through the fantasy,”


Greg looked stunned but placed a hand on Dr. Blade’s massive pec, his heart literally fluttering at the rock hard mound of muscle.


Greg ran his hands up and down Dr. Blade’s awesome granite torso, admiring every bump and curve and making Dr. Blade's own cock swell as Greg vocalized explicit fantasies about how he wanted to rip off his clothes and bend him over the exam table. Greg could clearly make out Dr. Blade’s huge nuts and thick cock through the fabric and his own cock was making a gooey stain in his jeans. Greg was sweating, entirely distracted by the handsome doctor who was letting him worship his body. Finally, Greg thought.


CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH


Dave’s mouth opened so wide his jaw popped as he let out a deep scream. Dr. Blade had taken advantage of the dumb jock’s distraction to slam his knee four times rapidly into Greg’s crotch. Dr. Blade could feel Greg’s lumps flatten violently under each blow and was loving the damage he was inflicting.


Dr. Blade stepped back and let Greg slump to the floor, landing on his bubble butt. He looked up at Dr. Blade in confusion. 


“Why did you...Oooh!”


CRUNCH


Dr. Blade slammed his shoe into the V between Greg’s legs, causing the muscle stud to let out a falsetto shriek that was music to Dr. Blades’ ears. Greg grabbed Dr. Blade’s lower leg and tried desperately to pull it off as he continued to press down on his balls, grinding them like bugs.


Dr. Blade looked down at the screaming, hysterical mound of muscle. “You admit you’re always too horny. Therapy isn’t helping so I’m going to destroy your lust tanks once and for all."


Greg howled as Dr. Blade continued to increase the pressure on his boys, flattening them into pancakes.


“No! Please!” 


CRUNCH


Dr. Blade twisted his foot before raising it and slamming it down full force. Greg felt like his pelvis was cracked which didn’t bode well for his trapped balls. He clawed at Dr. Blade and shrieked but it was no use. Any attempt to stand was met with a stomp to his swollen nuts or a bop on the head by Dr. Blade’s fist. Dr. Blade gave Greg’s nuts a final devastating stomp before pulling out his blender tool.


“This will take care of those urges..."


Greg was woozy with pain but used the slight break to his advantage, rising to his feet and sprinting to the door. Dr. Blade effortlessly stopped him, grabbing him by the back and slamming him to the ground. The two wrestled all over the exam room, grunting and shouting. Actually Greg was doing most of the screaming. Even though Greg was a muscular stud, clearly his muscles were entirely thanks to gym machines, not from practical use, because he had absolutely no fighting skills, making him easy for Dr. Blade to pin into submission.

“Why are you doing this?” Gregs shrieked. Dr. Blade had him pinned face down holding his arm behind his back so tightly his shoulder was about to dislocate.


Luckily, Dr. Blade used his expert anatomy knowledge to avoid seriously injuring Greg’s arm. With his free hand, Dr. Blade pulled Greg’s jeans to his knees and his swollen nuts rolled out from under him, the big saggy bag resting on the ground.


“No wonder you’re always distractedly horny! These are huge! Surprised you can even walk with these."


Incredulously, even as he struggled, Greg’s ass arched into the air slightly as if he was positioning himself to be fucked. Dr. Blade couldn’t believe that even in this situation Greg was still horny. Not for long though. Dr. Blade slammed his fist once into Greg’s ball bag and it flattened out under his knuckles. Greg gave a scream then was totally lost in agony at the next sensation.


SLOTCH


Dr. Blade plunged the blender into Greg’s bag. It took two attempts but the head of the blender was inside Greg’s bag, partially puncturing one of his nuts. Greg’s eyes rolled and he convulsed as Dr. Blade turned on the machine. Greg’s hefty nuts gave the machine a challenge at first but as soon as the first nut was bisected, inertia kicked in and the rest of the sack’s contents were whirred into gunk. Dr. Blade effortlessly held the hysterical jock down as his nuts were turned into liquid sack sauce. Satisfied that he had permanently killed Greg’s sex drive, he pulled out the blender and chuckled at the long gooey string that was still attached. He slammed his fist down once more on to the bloated bag and a squirt of goo, formerly known as Greg’s testicles, was extruded. Dr. Blade patched up Greg before tying him to the exam bench, which wasn’t hard considering Greg was nothing but a heavy, blubbering pile of muscle.


The last patient of the day was Montgomery. He had been going to the clinic for about a week making sperm deposits and having his fertility tested before he deployed on a long military stint. His deposits were his insurance in case his deployment went sideways.


Montgomery was a tall, beefy athlete barely in his twenties. He had mounding pecs, powerful legs and arms for days along with a disarmingly handsome face framed by dirty blonde hair that would have looked shaggy and untidy on anyone else but somehow Montgomery was able to pull it off nicely.


Dr. Blade walked up to Montgomery who was seated in the exam room’s chair with his legs spread wide. The doctor eyed the slight lump in his shorts and Montgomery mistook that as flirting. Dr. Blade stood next time and made sure that his own crotch bulge was at Montgomery’s eye level.


“So we just need you to make one more cum dump... I mean  deposit,” Dr. Blade lied as he retrieved a collection cup from one of the drawers. 


“I’ll be in my office, just push the call button when you’re done,” Dr. Blade turned to leave but stopped and turned back to Montgomery. 


“Actually, to make sure it’s a decent-sized sample, maybe you need a hand?” he winked.


Dr. Blade pushed the inside of his cheek with his tongue to emulate the look of a fat cock in his mouth and ran his hand up and down his muscular thigh clearly evoking the motion of a blow job.


The hunky blonde spread his legs and unzipped his fly. He bit his lip as his truly huge cock and meaty nuts popped out of his fly. “Doctor's orders,” Montgomery laughed.


Dr. Blade was so horned by the site he almost gave in to his lust and abandoned his plan. Almost.


“Hey, lemme’ grab some lube for you,”


Dr. Blade left, returning about a minute later with a little metal briefcase with a red LED indicator on top that was blinking. Montgomery was a little confused but too distracted by hormones to care, he just wanted Dr. Blade’s mouth on his cock. The doctor put the case on the counter and turned to reveal he also had a length of rope. 


“Are you into being edged?” Dr. Blade asked. He already knew the answer since Montgomery had flat out told the doctor once that he wished he would strap him to a chair and bate the fuck out of him.


Montgomery nodded yes enthusiastically and put his hands behind his back. Dr. Blade whispered into Montgomery’s ear as he tied his hands together then his ankles to the chair legs before pulling down his pants. Montgomery loved the thrill of being dominated by the hot doctor and his cock was raging hard, desperate for the doctor’s strong hands to milk it.


“Oh almost forgot the lube,”


Dr. Blade opened the case and walked it over to Montgomery whose eyes lit up immediately in realization. There were three labeled canisters of sperm - his sperm - in the case. The red light had been an indicator warning that the temperature was too high.


“What the fuck!”


“Oh, I took these out earlier today to get ready,”


Montgomery panicked, “But they aren’t frozen! Aren’t they ruined now?” 


Dr. Blade shrugged indifferently as he opened one of them, a pungent odor of semen and preservatives wafted out. Montgomery tried to break free as Dr. Blade slowly poured the liquid onto Montgomery's shaft. It was extremely slick and despite the situation Montgomery’s cock was raging. Dr. Blade stroked up and down the massive ten inch shaft with both hands.


“Aaah... what are you... oooh yeah...” Montgomery was clearly torn between panic about his ruined samples, confusion and lust. Lust was winning out.


Dr. Blade opened the next two and poured a copious amount of the sperm sauce onto Montgomery’s cock, stroking it, playing with the head and driving the young buck to the edge.


“So, those were the only samples I bothered to save. The rest I threw in the garbage,”


Montgomery was stunned at the announcement but he only let out a moan and crossed his eyes as Dr. Blade continued to pump his cock. Montgomery had clearly come to the appointment primed and ready because he felt like he was going to shoot in no time.


“Oh, and to make sure that I really ruin lineage, I’m going to stop you from cumming ever again,”


Montgomery shrieked as Dr. Blade plunged the blender into his sack. The young stud writhed and screamed in agony and pleasure as his cock was edged like a pro at the same time a giant metal object had punctured his nut sack. The dual sensations were too much. Dr. Blade watched the young soldier's nuts for the telltale pulling before an orgasm as Montgomery begged and pleaded. Suddenly, his testicles started to be pulled into his body.


“Not my nuts! I want kids, man!” 


WHIR--SPLOOOOTCH


Montgomery’s eyes bulged out as the blender was turned on. Dr. Blade stroked Montgomery’s wildly firing cock as the blender was destroying his nuts. Big chunks were whirring around in his bag as pink streams of cum showered his shirt and Dr. Blade’s face. The horny bastard was still cumming as the last chunk of his testicles burst in his sack. Montgomery blacked out. For good measure, Dr. Blade kept the machine whirring until the bag was full of nothing but liquid and he was pleased with his results. Dr. Blade patched him up and headed to his office. 


He sat in his comfy leather chair, satisfied at the ball busting, family tree ending carnage he had unleashed. He had a fellow physician on standby who was going to help him clean out the muscle boys’ busted sacks but they were in no immediate danger so he figured he had a few minutes before calling. Ruining those guy’s balls was exhilarating and hot as Hell. Before he knew it, Dr. Blade had pulled out his eleven inch dick and was stroking it as he replayed each brutal castration. As he pumped his shaft, he could recall the feeling of the blender vibrating as it hit the nut chunks, the anguished screams, the utter destruction.


“Oh shit!” 


Dr. Blade threw his head back and let out a roar that shook the windows. His entire beefy body was convulsing and his eyes rolled into his head, he had to brace himself to the desk as he was doubled over by the most intense orgasm he had ever encountered. He absolutely painted his face and chest with rope after gooey rope. He was stunned by the mess. Perhaps he should make these kinds of culling a regular thing, he thought.


11 comments:

  1. OUCH! One of the best stories in the history of this blog!!

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  2. I always love the use of this blender to liquify some balls.

    The fact that the guys own last cum samples are just as lube and wasting them before getting castrated, is particularly hot

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  3. So hot, hope he shreds their cocks too next time

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  4. very hot story would be hot if one of the patients had hear the screams of the others realized what was going on but stayed anyway but that is just me what dos everyone else think?

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  5. Super hot. Wish he'd fucked too at least, I mean give em what they came for at least... ;)

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  6. Ending geourgeus mans hope to having kids is the most satisfying part. Especially if the guy begging for the sake of his future son..

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  7. This story is just brutally awesome. Great writing. Thank you! I see you chose not to use my illustrations in this one. Sometimes it's better to leave some space for imagination ,)

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    1. Nooooo! I want to see the Whistle pics for this story!

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    2. Oh my goodness, me too! I love Whistle's artwork!

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    3. Hey Whistle! Thank you for re-sending your drawings. I'll include them with Dr. Blade 2 ;)

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  8. As if this story couldn't get any hotter, NOW you've added a photo of Dr. Blade himself, and he is CRAZY handsome!!! AND he has an 11-inch cock attached to his beefy body!?! That's just not fair! LOL! I'll bet he must have one hefty set of bull nuts, too, to paint his face and chest with so many ropes of his own gooey cum.

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