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Friday, August 25, 2023

Carlos



Dave and Carlos were two handsome nineteen year old guys who had been friends since middle school. Dave was flamboyant and loud with a streak of dyed blonde in his otherwise black hair. He was somewhat short and a bit lanky but he more than made up for it with his thick, fat cock which he showed off proudly in jeans that were always too tight. In contrast Carlos was handsome in the way that effortlessly attractive guys are: tanned, tall with strong, broad shoulders and muscles. He was much more muscular than Dave and his sculpted abs were always visible through his well-fitted polo shirts. Dave was pretty sure Carlos was gay, or at least pretended he was in countless jerkoff fantasies, but Carlos never made it obvious one way or the other.

It was the summer of graduation and Dave and Carlos were hanging out in Carlos' basement playing video games. Carlos' parents were out of town so the two teens had the entire place to themselves, not like they did much more than lounge at the pool or in the basement. It was so hot the two had stripped out of their shirts but were still sweaty; Dave couldn't help but admire Carlos' rippled, washboard abs. As they played Dave couldn't help but notice Carlos subtly spreading his legs and shift his weight oddly; it almost looked like... his balls hurt!

Dave's dick got hard thinking about his buddy's low hangers in some kind of pain. Dave had only seen Carlos naked a few times, the most recent being last week after the gym when Dave saw Carlos stepping out of the shower and gasped. Not only did he have the body of a statue he was sporting two of the absolute biggest, lowest nuts Dave had ever seen in his life and ever since he'd been hooked.

"Hey man, what's up? You got an ich or something?" Dave nodded toward Carlos' shifting crotch.

Carlos' face flushed with embarrassment. "Ah sorry man, it's nothing,"

Carlos tried to play it off.

"Nothing, I'll be right back," Carlos paused the game and abruptly stood up, looking down at Dave nervously as he went to the bathroom.

A very curious Dave sat waiting for Carlos to come back, scrolling through messages on his phone until he suddenly realized Carlos had been gone for a while. He crept toward the bathroom and pressed his ear to the door, hearing Carlos' muffled whining and strained breaths. A lot was happening behind the door but there was no question what the main activity was, Dave smirked as he realized his best friend Carlos was jerking off furiously, or at least it sounded like it. Dave grasped the door handle counted down and swung the door open. Carlos yelped in surprise, his hands racing to cover his huge balls.

"Holy fuck dude, sorry I was just..." Carlos stammered as he looked to the side, blushing furiously, still covering his testicles.

Dave looked around and gave an understanding nod as he rubbed his hands together with a devilish smirk.

"I'm so fucking horny, dude, but I can't get off because of this stupid shit..." Carlos lifted his hands from his crotch so Dave could see his massive, heavy dick crammed into a metal cage way too small. It was compressed to barely an inch, looking like an extremely squat tin can. Dave couldn't believe such a huge dick could be compressed like that without bursting.

Dave burst out laughing and pointing and making all kinds of lewd jokes about the ridiculous scene. When Dave had finally stopped laughing long enough for Carlos to get in a word, he explained that his extremely religious father had locked him in the cage for a month after catching him browsing porn on his phone. Dave knew Carlos' family was a little weird but even he couldn't believe it.

"So what, exactly, have you been doing to try to get off?" Dave asked.

Carlos showed off some techniques where he tickled the exposed part of his head making his dick slightly pulse before being crushed back by the cage. He thought if he could do that enough he might be able to squeak out a few drops of cum from his dick. Dave didn't seem so sure. Suddenly Dave had an extremely mischievous idea.

"Have you ever tried squeezing your nuts to get off?"

Carlos looked at Dave in confusion, shaking his head no but clearly curious to hear more.

"Ah, man you gotta' try it, I always squeeze mine when I wank,"

Carlos looked down at his massive nuts and smirked; if there was a way to use them to help himself cum despite the cage Carlos was ready to try it.

"Alright, show me how to do it."

Dave led Carlos to his room and sat him in a desk chair. Carlos leaned back a little in his chair and Dave positioned himself between Carlos' thick, muscular thighs and kneeled in front of the heavy sack but not before tying Carlos to tightly to the chair with some rope he'd produced from the garage. Dave was surprised at how readily this presumably alpha male agreed to it but Dave wasn't going to complain. The blond licked his lips as his tongue swept over every part of his friend's swollen, plump scrotum. The smell was thick, manly and not totally unpleasant. Dave raised one finger and began to lightly graze the area with tiny, featherlike touches as Carlos leaned his head back and bit his bottom lip, his trapped dick starting to throb in its ridiculously undersized cage.

"Ooooh God this feels so fuckin' good...!"

Dave smiled as he stopped his gentle caressing and took one of Carlo's heavy nuts in each hand and gently squeezed. Carlos' head rolled back as Dave slowly increased the pressure until he let out a sudden sharp gasp. Wow, Dave thought, I haven't even started yet. He slowly increased the pressure on Carlos' fat right nut , pressing his thumb into the center until the heavy thing until Dave's thumb was buried deep in Carlos' bag. Carlos started to tense as a line of sweat appeared on his brow. Dave pressed even harder until Carlos began to moan.

Despite the pain, to Carlos' surprise, his cock - even trapped - was starting to swell with waves of unexpected pleasure but eventually the pain won out.

"Aah! Not so hard, bro!" Carlos lied. Deep down he knew he wanted more but didn't want to freak Dave out.

Dave pretended to apologize and loosened his grip.

"I have an idea..."

Dave took Carlos' left nut and sandwiched it between his hands. Carlos looked down at his friend nervously, slightly relieved that the smaller guy couldn't actually hurt him, or so he thought. Carlos gritted his teeth as Dave began to apply steady pressure, rolling Carlos' ball between his palms, stretching the skin then quickly letting it bounce back only to do it again. He tried to keep it relatively light and fun until Carlos really started wincing in pain but it was hard not to get carried away. The only thought running through Dave's head was 'I can't wait to turn this ball into a bag of mush,'. As Dave increased the pressure and Carlos began to hiss in pain the blond only increased the pressure, his own cock throbbing as his buddy's massive trapped dick tried painfully to get hard. Despite the pain in his balls, and now his dick, Carlos could feel his pent up load boiling and knew that if Dave kept it up he'd finally be able to release the pressure.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!!" Carlos moaned, he had gone a month without being able to come and having an orgasm was a long time coming. The pressure was finally starting to reach a crescendo and just when Carlos thought he was finally going to explode, Dave let go of his flattening left nut and let both heavy, slightly red nuts, fall between his legs.

"Really?" Carlos moaned.

"What? Are you in a hurry? Not like you're going anywhere..." Dave smiled, running his hands over the ropes he'd used to tie Carlos down. That's when Carlos became acutely aware that Dave had tied some very good knots. Perhaps too good...

"Bro come on, you got me here all red and swollen, come on.." Carlos cried in pain as he struggled futilely with his bound hands. He couldn't believe it, after waiting so long Carlos' thick cock was straining against his chastity cage, he could feel his head trying to grow and finally release himself. Carlos pleaded for Dave to keep up his rough ball massage, practically begging his friend to bust his nuts.

"Okay, okay. I'll help you out,"

Dave grabbed Carlos' right nut again and sandwiched it between his palms, applying deep, firm pressure. Carlos tried his best to relax, tensing his powerful glutes with his pelvis tipped back, presenting his huge, imprisoned cock. Dave was sweating but Carlos didn't care. There was no way to tell if the way he kept rubbing his lips with his tongue was nervousness or lust, or maybe some combination of the two, it was hard to tell with Dave.

Dave's cock was leaking in his shorts as he manhandled the two enormous firm babymakers at his disposal, enjoying how Carlos' desperation was letting him do things to them he'd never allow ordinarily. The two had played nutball a few times and Carlos knew Dave really got off landing a good shot, a real ball buster, but figured he was probably safe with Dave. At that point, he didn't even care, he just needed to get off.

Carlos whined and gasped with Dave increasing the force of his squeezing, sliding his hands up and down his scrotum in a hypnotic, jerking motion. Carlos almost felt like a prized cut of beef being prepared for slaughter as Dave squeezed and stretched his balls. But unlike a cow, whose slaughter likely brings an end to most misery, the constant, intense squeezing Dave was administering was not building to a satisfying, pleasurable finish for Carlos. He was certainly on the edge, moaning uncontrollably, straining his muscular abs and round glutes, sweat dripping off his toned body.

"Oww!" Carlos let out a deep throaty scream. Dave was really starting to go to town on his boys but his cock seemed to be loving it.

Despite being trapped in the impossibly small cage, Carlos' dick was actually starting to leak precum. A lot of it. Dave's hands were getting sticky as a flood of watery precum oozed out of his painfully crushed dick which was desperately - stupidly - still trying to grow inside the cage. Dave gave Carlos' nut a final devastating squeeze before letting go. He proceeded to blow on the head of Carlos' dick, his hot breath feeling incredibly good, as he ran his hands up and down Carlos' abs, stunned at how rock hard and perfect they were. Carlos moaned in pleasure, begging Dave to keep going and Dave was happy to oblige his not-quite-so-straight buddy.

"I'll be right back..."

Dave left the room for what seemed like forever and Carlos could hear him roaming around the house opening drawers and closets. What's he up to, Carlos thought. Carlos' eyes went wide when he saw what Dave was carrying. The handsome jock started immediately struggling in his seat, mostly out of nervousness than actual fear. Dave was carrying a wooden baseball bat in one hand and an actual nutcracker in the other, the kind where you'd put a walnut at the hinge and squeeze until it cracked open, only Carlos knew Dave had a very different kind of nut in mind.

Dave set down the nutcracker and held the bat with both hands, carefully lining up his aim. He tapped the business end of the bat on Carlos' huge, swollen sack and then rubbed it teasingly around his scrotum. A series of small, quiet whimpers let from the other teen's mouth as his legs began to visibly tremble.

"What're you gonna' do man?"

Carlos was starting to get scared as he looked at the look of pleasure just the visual of the bat against his balls was giving Dave. Without warning Dave reared back and swung the bat against Carlos' scrotum in a forward stroke. Carlos knew Dave didn't have the strength to really hurt him, although it sure felt like it when the impact struck his boys and took his breath away. Carlos hadn't fully registered the first hit before another came then another. His huge balls bounced wildly with each hit, sometimes Dave would smash both at once or he'd land just one at a time. Carlos' dick was throbbing so much he thought it might bust through the cage and that kind of made him excited. Carlos could tell Dave was holding back and, oddly, the thought made him incredibly excited. In an actual fight, which Carlos would never dream of having with Dave, he knew he could snap his scrawny friend in half. But here he was, totally at the smaller man's mercy.

"Looks like someone likes it!" Dave laughed.

Carlos' painfully swollen dick was leaking precum, some of it landing on the bat. His nuts were starting to glisten as the sticky liquid covered them and some of the impacts had caused slugs of the stuff to land on his abs. Dave wasn't only gawking at Carlos' abs either, his mouth watering at the amazingly huge and swollen dick trying so hard to fight back against the crushing metal jail. Carlos' mind was awash in pleasure and pain; he hadn't ever experienced anything like it and didn't want it to ever stop. He had suspected Dave was a kinky fucker but had no idea what he'd been missing out on all these years.

"I had no idea you were into having your nuts cracked!" Dave smiled, holding the bat ominously over Carlos' lap.

"I... I'm not I just..." Carlos couldn't lie himself out of the clear answer his dick was giving. It was obvious that had it not been for the cage Carlos' dick would be fully hard and throbbing. Heck, he probably would have cum already.

"That's okay. I always thought you had really fuckable nuts." Dave admitted. Carlos didn't know what to think of his friend's sudden interest in his genitals.

"Any time I would think about your balls I thought 'wow, I want to do nasty shit'."

Dave gave Carlos a look that wordlessly conveyed that playtime was over.

Carlos was completely shocked. "Dude... you're fuckin' crazy..." 

Carlos could hardly believe his ears and he was beginning to suspect Dave might actually want to hurt him and the thought made him incredibly horny. Dave seemed to take that as a challenge.

"Awww you know you like it, you're practically drooling"

Carlos gulped as Dave let the bat slip from his fingers and clatter to the floor. Dave reached down and picked up the nutcracker. Carlos' dick dripped as Dave ensnared his right nut, which was so big it barely fit in the jaws even when they were wide open. Without hesitation Dave squeezed down as hard as he could with both hands and was rewarded by a literal jet of precum that shot out of the cage. Dave thought Carlo's swollen nut was actually going to crack so quickly released the pressure. Carlos bit his lip; he was starting to panic but that just made the whole scene that much hotter. He knew Dave could actually ruin him if he really wanted to and started jostling at his restraints. Shockingly, Carlos was actually happy that the knots seemed to be holding.

"Dave..."

The two friends made eye contact before Carlos breathlessly moaned "Dude, I gotta' cum. Please let make me cum!"

"Mmmm. No. You're gonna sit there and take whatever I give you, like a man" Dave licked his lips.

Carlos didn't know why, but that sounded hot to him. "You want to keep going, tough guy? Don't forget that I could beat your scrawny ass anytime" Carlos smiled.

Carlos was hoping his provocation would elicit a response. It did.

"Oooh!"

Dave squeezed even harder with his hands. The tool was putting incredible pressure on the helplessly trapped nut, pushing in so far Carlos thought his egg might explode.

"Holy fuck!"

Carlos felt like he was going to pass out and it was so painful. Carlos started screaming at the top of his lungs but Dave didn't let up. Despite the pain, Carlos was as horny as he'd ever been in his life. He actually leaned back in his chair to give Dave easier access to his crotch and Dave picked up on the signal. He squeezed Carlos' nut until he was having trouble compressing the nutcracker even with both hands and all of his strength.

"Make me cum!" Carlos roared, desperate for more pain. He looked at Dave with lust in his eyes, desperate to be totally owned. Dave released the nutcracker and quickly closed it around Carlos' other nut, not waiting at all before pressing down full force. The trapped, fat, cumfilled ball was beginning to burst as Carlos screamed in pain. His massive trapped dick throbbed, trying desperately to get hard and shoot a massive load, but it was crushed into the cage. Dave kept it up, alternating left to right, until Carlos' nuts were swollen, bruised and red.

"Ready to cum yet?" Dave smiled.

Carlos had lost all track of time. He was as writhing, sweaty mess. The pain in his balls was unbelievable but the more Dave kept going the more he wanted him to. Dave had Carlos' right nut crushed nearly flat and bulging out of the nutcracker's jaws when Carlos screamed something that made Dave's cock jerk and startled both of them.

"Crush it flat! Make me cum!"

Dave realized the nutcracker just wasn't going to be strong enough. It was designed to deliver a sudden burst of pressure for destroying the hard, but delicate, shells of walnuts not the meaty, squishy and pain-absorbing membranes of actual testicles. Dave set down the nutcracker and picked up the bat. He gave Carlos a chance to ask what he was doing but he didn't even bother, instead raising the bat high in the air. Dave's arm began to come down at incredible speed. Just before the bat went swinging Carlos got a glimpse of Dave's surprisingly large bicep bulging his T-shirt sleeve and thought "Fuck! Dave is in better shape than I thought..."

"AAUUGGHHH"

Carlos screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Dave brought the bat down so hard he felt something give inside his best friend's sack. The blow had been aimed at the left testicle and the heavy swing connected perfectly. Carlos' body involuntarily convulsed and he let out another roar, his jaw clenched shut, eyes squeezed shut, muscles bulging as his arms strained against his restraints. It felt like every ounce of power had gone to Carlos' abs as his back arched. Luckily, what Dave had misinterpreted as damage was just the natural reverb of Carlos' tough nut deflecting the blow, but the sensation was still hot. For a dark moment, while the bat was still arched over his back for another hammer-like pounding, Dave thought about actually ruining Carlos' balls, at least one of them. But then he reconsidered. He had accidentally found out than an incredibly hot guy with massive nuts was actually getting off having them beaten and he figured Carlos would serve him better intact. But still, Dave thought, accidents do happen.

Dave wound back, making sure to swing slower so he could more carefully aim, and let out another strike to the left nut. The bat slammed home again and again. Carlos' trapped dick was leaking, his mind was going numb and he thrust out his pelvis to make targeting even easier.

"Fuck yes! Bust them, Dave!"

Dave could barely believe the scene playing out before him: his best friend Carlos, the guy all the girls at school loved and he wanted so badly, tied to a chair with his huge nuts hanging between his spread legs and a bat in the air getting ready to bust his balls into paste. Dave wanted to enjoy every last bit of this, to relish in the feeling of owning the studliest guy in the school and forcing him to be totally submissive, but his own balls were starting to ache and he could feel the precum flooding out of his dick, filling his underwear. Dave pounded Carlos' swelling nuts until they were an unhealthy shade of purple but Carlos just moaned and begged and screamed. Dave was shocked at some of the truly twisted things Carlos was screaming out between blows and smiled as he realized Carlos' browsing history was probably filled with same kinds of depraved ball busting sites he liked to visit himself.

Carlos looked down at his sad looking nuts and trapped dick and screamed out "Pop them, bro! Pop them!"

Dave let the bat rest between his legs, watching with amazement as Carlos' cock oozed out more and more precum. He had a sudden, dirty thought that was too good not to act on and lifted the bat so Carlos could get a good look. Carlos looked at the end of the bat which was already so messy with Carlos' thick precum and grinned as he knew what Dave was getting at. Dave reached his tongue out and dragged it against the tip of the bat, dragging a thick stream of Carlos' sticky, potent, manly precum onto his tongue. Dave took the sticky substance into his mouth, letting it hang and ooze between his lips for a moment before gulping it down and opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue and showing that he had swallowed the entire thing.

Carlos' face went red in shame and pleasure, his dick throbbed as he watched his friend slurping up his thick pre like it was ice cream. It made Dave so happy he got Carlos off like this; it made his balls feel so tight and made him feel so full he was surprised he hadn't already came in his pants. But Dave had other plans. He carefully put the bat aside stood between Carlos' spread legs, looking down at his beaten nuts. He pulled down his shorts and exposed his own cock which was nearly as big as Carlos, maybe slightly shorter. It was so hard it was bouncing around on its own, leaking and dripping as Dave wrapped his hand around his shaft and squeezed his head.

Dave stood just close enough to Carlos that when he let go of his dick Carlos could see his fat mushroom head just inches from his pecs. Dave looked like he was ready to bust his own load and Carlos got hornier than ever at the prospect of being showered by Dave, a deceptively sheepish alpha male who was gonna finally put him in his place. Dave couldn't believe how submissive Carlos was becoming and suddenly had an even darker idea. He still had no intention of actually hurting Carlos but he no longer cared; he was going to take full advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime moment regardless of the consequences to Carlos' ability to have kids.

Dave left the room and returned quickly with a duplicate chair, placing it against Carlos'. He stood on it facing him and Carlos opened his jaw wide without prompting. At his new standing height Dave was able to effortless slam his cock down Carlos' greedy throat and the horny jock took every inch like a pro. Even though it was true, Dave couldn't believe it was the first cock Carlos had ever sucked. Ordinarily Carlos would have gagged but he was willing himself not to lest he spoil the moment, his trapped cock was throbbing and the more Dave moaned the more Carlos leaked. Dave grabbed the back of Carlos' head and used it as a support as he lifted his foot and placed it on top of Carlos' nuts, slowly applying more and more pressure, squashing them into the seat. Carlos' eyes went wide as his friend's surprisingly heavy frame caused his huge nuts to bulge and flatten out.

Dave began to fuck Carlos' face and Carlos sucked at it eagerly, moaning around it, the vibrations of his voice adding to Dave's pleasure. Dave's foot kept squishing down, further crushing his nuts until it felt like they might actually pop.

Carlos felt Dave's thick dick throb in his mouth. "Fuck, man! You want this, don't you?" Dave smiled as Carlos nodded his head yes, Dave's dick sliding back and forth. "I'm gonna bust my nut and you're gonna eat all my cum you little cock sucking cunt, aren't you?" Carlos nodded again even more eager as he felt all of Dave's weight on his screaming nuts.

Dave continued fucking Carlos' face and the sound of Carlos' nose banging into Dave's pelvis over and over as he pounded his mouth made a loud and obscene slapping noise. Carlos moaned as the sounds of him being forced to suck dick reached a fevered pitch. Meanwhile his nuts were getting critically flat, flooding his abdomen with unbearable pain which only made his cock start to pulse. He could feel that Dave was literally about to squeeze out a loud from his nuts by force.

Carlos looked up at Dave pleading with his eyes and Dave, though his dick was getting harder by the minute, let up the pressure and Carlos gasped. His nuts were definitely flat but not broken, his dick still trapped in a cage and he knew he would cum if Dave just finished the job. The thought made him blush in embarrassment but he knew it was true and was excited about how Dave was gonna finish him off. Dave stepped off and looked down at his best friend with bemusement.

"Fuckin' bitch..."

"Yeah, I'm your bitch, Dave!"

It took every ounce of strength not to let loose all over Carlos' face. He could do that another day, for sure, but he had a different goal in mind for right now. He was going to make Carlos cum one way or the other. Even though Carlos' rational mind was relieved that Dave had let off some pressure, the dirty sub inside his head took control and roared "Stomp them flat bro!"

Dave grinned, rubbing his foot in a circle around the flattened balls as they struggled to refill. Dave continued pressing down with his foot as Carlos' breath grew short. It felt like a thick lump of lead in his scrotum, slowly getting flatter and flatter. His balls were being literally compressed to a quarter of their natural size by his best friend's heavy foot and he wasn't doing anything about it. His eyes began to roll back in his head, the sensation was so intense he felt like he could have came at that very moment.

Carlos' eyes rolled into his head, he was screaming and drooling but wasn't making any serious attempts to escape. Dave started bouncing on Carlos' fat nuts, his full weight pressing down as he started to bounce on them with his heels. The sensation was beyond Carlos' comprehension. Dave started to bounce higher, standing on his tiptoes so his entire weight would press down with each landing, making sure he could feel Carlos' balls crunch beneath his weight. Dave didn't hold back and bounced up and down, over and over, hard as he could. He wanted to flatten Carlos' nuts as much as Carlos wanted to have them flattened and he could tell that his friend was going to have a huge orgasm soon, no matter how his balls came out. Dave's own cock was still hard, bobbing in Carlos' face, and Carlos' tongue was sticking out desperate to suck it even as Dave's feet were slamming into his balls.

"PLEASE!" Carlos screamed out. It was a guttural, frantic plea that momentarily snapped Dave into reality. He lifted his feet and looked down. Carlos' nuts were purple, swollen and bruised. They were starting to feel squishy.

"PLEASE STOMP THEM INTO PASTE!"

Dave was stunned as his whimpering friend begged him to keep going, his trapped dick throbbing and just moments from finally getting off a load.

Well, he did say please, Dave thought. He lifted his foot and slammed it down onto Carlos' balls so hard he for sure felt something break that time. Carlos let out a tortured wail.

"HARDER!"

SQUISH

"HARDER!"

SMASH

"HARDER!!"

THUNK

"FUCK, YES! KILL THEM! POP THEM!!!"

Carlos screamed, begging Dave to put all his strength into the act of brutally stomping on his balls. Carlos couldn't believe he was enjoying himself so much but he wanted more. Dave raised his right foot up and then slammed down with all his might on the left nut and then repeated the process on the right. Dave kept stomping on Carlos' nuts until he felt something go 'squick' under his foot. He moaned as he unleashed a hands-free volley of thick cum that absolutely painted Carlos' face. Carlos had always been attractive but seeing his face dripping with cum was the literal icing on the cake, made especially hot by the site of Carlos' eager tongue sticking out eagerly taking as much of the gooey load as he could into his mouth.

"I'm gonna' cum, man! Keep going! Please!"

Carlos was delirious. He needed to cum and literally didn't care what it took. Dave hopped off his chair, pushed it aside and ran out of the room. He returned holding a large pair of pliers he'd found in the garage. Carlos smiled and screamed and moaned as Dave squatted down and took his absolutely wrecked right nut in the pliers.

"You ready, buddy? This is gonna make a huge mess when it pops, man. You sure?"

"YES!" Carlos roared. He was totally submissive at this point but used his last shred of manliness to demand Dave finish what he started. It didn't take much convincing.

Dave started twisting and squeezing. Carlos' ball started to feel hot inside the pliers. Carlos could tell that it was just going to take a few more moments and his mouth went wide in shock as his eyes rolled back. Dave did his best to keep squeezing but the nut wouldn't crack. Mad with lust, and with Carlos' encouragement, Dave harnessed every ounce of strength and squeezed. Harder and harder. Both hands sweating on the grips. His face was red, his biceps were bulging and Carlos' was screaming at the top of his lungs.

"DO IT!"

CRUNCH

Carlos' mind went blank.

SPLAT

Carlos felt a burst of pure, incredible pain as his nut exploded like a water balloon at the same instant his trapped dick finally exploded. The orgasm was doubly painful; the feeling of his nut rupturing in the bag and his cock being squeezed and contorted only made him hornier. His face was an almost deranged smile as his cock unleashed a flood of cum all over his half-ruined sack. He screamed as his mind went blank; he couldn't think about anything but his nuts and how one had just been reduced to a puffy, oozing mass.

Dave kept squeezing until he felt another burst. Carlos' huge nut was history. Cracked in two.

Carlos moaned in pleasure as he blacked out completely. Dave stood up and looked as the incredibly hot, sweaty, cum soaked jock tied in front of him, his half-smiling face still covered in Dave's cum. The site was so incredibly hot not just because half of Carlos' manhood was toast but because Carlos had literally been begging for it. It was the culmination of every hot, twisted fantasy Dave had ever had. A small part of him wanted to stop right now but he knew Carlos would want even more. He sat between his studly friend's legs and contemplated what to do next...

Carlos came two a while later, he wasn't sure how much time had passed but it was getting dark outside. Dave was sitting between his legs, just admiring the view of Carlos' half-ruined sack hanging low between his legs.

"Ah, someone's awake," Dave smiled.

"I didn't want you to be asleep for the finale,"

Carlos' cock started to swell and he screamed "YES!" when he saw Dave was holding a heavy rubber mallet. The head of the mallet was scuffed and warn, clearly from pounding stakes into the ground or some other activity where it had been pounded against something full force and Carlos was excited to feel that sensation on his last nut.

Dave lined up the mallet and looked into Carlos' eyes.

"You sure, bro? No take backs?"

Dave was so hot and horny he could hardly stand it but was still present enough to know he was about to totally change Carlos' life with a single, fateful blow. Carlos shook his head yes, his cock already starting to leak again.

"DON'T BE A BITCH! Fucking do..."

SPLOTCH

The mallet left a crater in Carlos' last nut. Carlos bellowed in agony and bliss, his cock squirting out another impressive load as Dave delivered one final hit to his now useless, fleshy ball sack. Despite his body wanting to pass out, Carlos' devious mind forced himself to stay conscious as Dave hammered away at his sack until both nuts were so pulpy and flat they were barely recognizable as testicles

"Holy fuck...!"

Carlos' voice was a mixture of lust and disbelief, finally passing out with a smile on his face.

Dave dropped the mallet and mangled and massaged his friend's pulped bag in his hands for nearly an hour, rolling the sludge in his fingers and occasionally finding - and promptly squeezing out of existence - some semi-solid chunk. By the time Dave was done Carlos' balls were basically liquified beyond repair. Satisfied, Dave left to fetch another piece of equipment from the garage. He carefully used bolt cutters to remove the tiny cage from around Carlos' dick and was stunned that it quickly sprang to life. Inch after inch filled with blood until Carlos' dick was at its full ten inch glory. Dave untied Carlos and let his heavy muscular body fall to the floor on his stomach, giving him a perfect view of Carlos' perfect bubble ass. Dave smiled thinking how much fun countless tops would have with such a nice ass, quickly concluding that a total power-bottom didn't really need such a massive dick.

Dave roughly used his foot to roll Carlos onto his back like a sack of garbage, then kicked Carlos' legs apart. His broken nuts rested on the floor and made too hot of a target for Dave, who slammed his foot into the gelatinous blob three times, squealing in delight as the pulpy nuts warped under this foot with no resistance. Then he turned his attention to Carlos' fat, hard dick.

It looked obscene, resting on his stomach like a sleeping anaconda with its giant red head.

Dave wrapped his right hand around the throbbing cock and lightly tapped it with his other. It didn't take much stroking with his one hand and a few more soft whacks before Carlos' dick squirted out a large load on its own and Carlos moaned loudly. Then Carlos' eyes sprung open and Dave smiled as he positioned the jaws of the pliers around the base of Carlos' fat dick and held it. Carlos knew deep down what Dave was going to do and started to panic, before succumbing to his darker urges. Carlos wasn't even tied up at this point. He could have fought Dave off and ran, but he didn't want to.

"DO IT!"

Dave grasped the pliers in both hands and squeezed...

Friday, August 18, 2023

Dr. Blade 2



This is a continuation of Dr. Blade (link here)

It had been three months since Dr. Nathan Blade had emasculated a string of men on his first testicle-annihilating bender. The joy of feeling a man’s pride and joy disintegrate in his bag was like a drug, he couldn’t just stop at one. To help clean up the mess, literally and figuratively, he called his college buddy and fellow physician Dr. Ricardo Falsa.


Like Dr. Blade, Dr. Falsa was a tall, muscular surgeon, a Latin charmer so persuasive with the ladies - and men - that he and Nathan once had a semester-long bet to see who could bag the most ass; Ricardo won by a landslide. Ricardo could also be incredibly persuasive and it wasn’t just his ridiculously handsome face or deep, sulky voice. At first Dr. Blade assumed it was just Ricardo’s charm that seemed to always make the world bend to his will, but in their senior year Dr. Falsa confided that he was incredibly gifted at hypnosis and planting suggestions in people’s heads. He called it programming. Sure, the men and women Dr. Falsa bagged through medical school would have gladly fucked him regardless, but having the extra power of persuasion didn’t hurt.


At first Dr. Blade thought his friend was joshing him, until Dr. Falsa demonstrated his hypnotic powers to dramatic effect. Dr. Blade had a busy week coming up so had sworn off hookups and bars to focus on his work but Dr. Falsa effortlessly programmed Dr. Blade to dress in his tightest jeans, hit up a local gay bar and flirt until he convinced a twinky blonde to come back to Ricardo’s place for a threesome. Dr. Blade obeyed the commands totally convinced that it was of his own free will and by the time Dr. Falsa snapped him out of it he was standing shirtless in his living room with some random blonde twink whom the two had plowed all over Ricardo's apartment.


Their fuck-fest has been so violent that Ricardo thought he was going to have to program the young man not to press charges but to he and Dr. Blade's surprise the blonde, covered in sweat and cum, looked up at them panting and smiling begging for more. In hindsight, Dr. Blade wished he had acted out some of his more depraved ball busting fantasies on the twink at his feet, instead the two horny doctors just treated him to a round two. And a round three. And a round four. By the time it was over it was literally noon the next day - Dr. Blade no longer caring about his various errands he'd been ignoring - and the blonde lad's hole had been thoroughly blown out. He scampered off still wracked with pleasure.


After Dr. Blade's latest ball-destroying spree, he deployed Dr. Falsa who convinced the three men that not only were they totally satisfied with Dr. Blade, but he got them to openly praise Blade on social media for his ‘bedside manner’ and ‘stimulating techniques’. They would also swear to confused friends and lovers that they voluntarily had their procedures.


Blade used Dr. Falsa’s abilities to convince a a parade of men, ranging from roaring twenties to middle age, gay, straight and everything in between, into his office for his special services. To avoid suspicion, Dr. Blade was perfectly professional with ninety-nine percent of them, availing them to his truly outstanding medical care, but that still left one percent he got to fuck around with. The first guy he decided to cull from the gene pool during his most recent testicle-annihilating spree was a handsome Italian man who had come in to have a vasectomy reversed only to leave without two very vital organs.


Dr. Falsa made quick work of the idiot’s memory and soon he was singing Dr. Blade’s praises all over social media. His posts attracted more men, which attracted more men and so on until Dr. Blade was forced to turn away patients - and more regrettably - money - to other clinics. In the intervening months, Dr. Blade lost track of how many testicles were turned into goop in his office. At one point an entire junior league lacrosse team made an appointment and twenty huge, meaty balls were pulped by his trusty blender. Incredibly, most of the players turned out to be pretty cool dudes and Dr. Blade actually met up with a few of them to watch a playoff game, chuckling to himself as he caught glimpses of their flattened crotches. They were totally oblivious that they were pounding down beers with the man who had gotten off slowly nutting them against their will, totally convinced that they had gone to his office that day to be purposefully blended out of the sperm-making game.


To satisfy his growing ball destroying lust, Dr. Blade saved his blender only for particularly well endowed men - nothing smaller than two jumbo eggs - and especially biased men who truly wanted to have kids. Something about nutting a wanna-be-father and ruining a guy’s chance to carry on his lineage was incredibly thrilling. Unfortunately, exclusively focusing only on big, dense sacks meant that his old blender tool had seen better days. He was using the tool at least twice a week and despite frequent sharpening the old gears were wearing out.


It was a Monday and Dr. Blade had been looking forward to his last patient of the day all weekend. His patient David, a twenty-three year old Adonis with a square jaw and piercing blue eyes, was  incredibly good looking and seemed like an outstanding man. Definitely the type of guy who would raise great children... if he had the chance.


David was straight but progressive so totally comfortable telling the good doctor about his sexual conquests. In fact, that was why he was seeing Dr. Blade in the first place. David had hypersperia meaning he drowned whatever dumb bitch was in the line of fire with a flood of cum every time. Even with condoms he had to pull out lest his monster load inflate the damn thing like a balloon, popping inside some bimbo’s pussy. Even masturbation wasn’t safe. Once, David had ruptured his cornea as a teenager with a powerful self facial. Luckily David’s baby blues recovered but the constant flood of cum was getting to be too much. Dr. Blade promised to tone down David’s over-productive sperm tanks using an innovative new 'technique'.


The thing Dr. Blade liked the most about David were his massive balls, well beyond the jumbo-egg threshold, and clearly they were virile. Because they were such big targets, the athletic jock had taken numerous blows to the boys over the years and a permanent layer of scar tissue just below the surface made them look even bigger and made them almost rock-hard to the touch. Dr. Blade couldn’t wait.


“Hello again, David. Glad you could make a late appointment. Sorry, I’m totally booked up,” Dr. Blade said walking into the exam room flashing his pearly whites. As usual he was in his long white lab coat to cover the pulsing erection he knew he was going to have as he pulped David’s hyperactive nuts.


David smiled, oblivious to the fact that the reason he agreed to the late appointment was thanks to Dr. Falsa’s suggestion. The clinic was totally empty except for David and Dr. Blade and the doors were locked.


David was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, typical lazy straight alpha-jock attire, with a massive bulge in his crotch. He was sitting on the exam table with his legs spread wide twiddling his thumbs. He didn’t really like the hands on exams since it meant another jock manhandling his boys, but he trusted Dr. Blade and today was the day the doctor promised to finally fix his hyperspermia once and for all with some fancy new technique.


Dr. Blade had David strip  out of his jeans which he folded and set neatly on the table. He kept on his tight T-shirt that was practically painted on his rippling torso, showing off his taught, young abs and massive biceps. David was extremely hot.


Dr. Blade explained that he was going to be severing one of David’s ductus deferens as well as cauterizing the bulk of one of his testicles, effectively replacing its sperm making chambers with harmless scar tissue while keeping the jeans-stretching bulk. That way David would still have the biggest, lowest hanging balls in the locker room but with significantly reduced sperm output. The lower hormones levels would also lower his prostate over time to further reduce the size of his loads. 


Dr. Blade gave David a full proper medical exam, checking for swollen glands in his neck, blood pressure, groin hernia check, the whole thing and of course the paragon of male perfection was healthy as could be. David was so trusting that he didn’t seem too put off when Dr. Blade took his monster nuts, one in each hand, and gently squeezed, pressing his thumb in. The massive things felt like large fleshy stones and the shaved skin was leathery. It was so rough that Dr. Blade made him take off his shirt to confirm a theory. It was the first time he had seen the young hunk totally naked and even though Blade wanted to immediately pivot into ending David's chance of ever having kids, his doctor skills immediately diagnosed a nasty case of psoriasis that stretched down his back, around his waist and onto his sack. Dr. Blade wrote him a referral slip to a skilled dermatologist - the last actual medical thing he would be doing with David during the appointment.


He instructed David into his trusty examination chair with his beefy legs in the stirrups. David relaxed in the chair, his muscular legs up high and his ankles secure in the stirrups. Dr. Blade looked at the hapless stud and debated whether or not to pound his exposed hole or snuff out his nuts.. Dr. Blade hardly stopped to consider his options.


Dr. Blade fetched his trusty blender from a drawer. It looked like a small immersion blender with a sleek white body, though its once-glimmering stainless blades were looking quite dull after repeated use and cleaning.


David laughed “Are we having protein shakes, doc?”


Dr. Blade just smiled.


“So, this might hurt a bit but it is imperative that you stay still, okay?” 


David nodded. To be safe, Dr. Blade convinced  David to let him secure his wrists and ankles with restraints in case he jerked during the totally normal procedure.


David started to sweat and his corrugated abs were glistening under the bright overhead lights as he focused on the device in Dr. Blade’s hand. Dr. Falsa - pretending to be a consulting physician on one of David’s first visits - had programmed the hapless jock to instantly become relaxed whenever Dr. Blade said...


“Just relax now,”


David’s eyes rolled slightly back in his head and every muscle in his body softened. Dr. Blade smiled at how effective Dr. Falsa’s work was. Dr. Blade held the blender and was about to plunge it into David’s huge right nut when he realized David’s proportionally huge, floppy dick was in the way. He casually moved it so that it was out of the way and looked into David’s deep blue eyes.


“This may sting a little,”


WHOOSH SPLAT


David’s eyes crossed and his body turned stiff as the tip of the blender struck his sack and bounced off. Dr. Blade tried again and the blender barely nicked the surface. David was shaking his head and pleading but Dr. Blade calmly explained it wouldn’t hurt so bad once the procedure started. He pulled back his hand, his big guns bulging in his shirt, and slammed the blender into David’s sack. It barely punctured the skin. 


“What the fuck!” David was screaming and pulling at his restraints but his huge sagging balls stayed perfectly in the target zone.


WHOOSH SPLAT. WHOOSH SPLAT.


Try as he might, Blade couldn't puncture David's tough scrotum. Dr. Blade was stunned. He touched the puncturing tip of the blender against his finger; it wasn't needle sharp but certainly was hard and pointed enough to puncture a scrotum. Undeterred, Dr. Blade tried again. David let out a full throated scream as the machine struggled to barely break the skin. Ignoring David, Dr. Blade grabbed his huge right nut at the base with one hand, making an ‘O’ to force the organ to the bottom of the bag  and slammed the blender into it with all the force he could. Dr. Blade’s massive biceps weren’t just for show; they were incredibly powerful so he was baffled that David’s nuts were barely scratched. 


“Doctor! Doctor! Stop!”


Dr. Blade grinned “Just relax now,”


David instantly relaxed. Dr. Falsa wasn’t good enough to program someone  into totally ignoring pain, so David screamed and writhed as the blender struggled to puncture his fat nut. WHOOOSH SPLAT. WHOOSH SPLAT. WHOOSH... SPLOTCH.


Dr. Blade smiled as he felt the blender finally smash through David’s scaly scrotum, tearing through the tunica vaginalis and embedding itself into David’s nut. David’s eyes crossed and the handsome jock was drooling, his mind overloaded from the sensation.


“Finally!” Dr. Blade sighed in annoyance. He let go of David’s nutsack and let it fall between his legs, the blender deeply implanted. His heart raced and his cock started throbbing as he turned it on.


“Oh Shit! Oh fuck!” David bellowed as the blender came to life, quickly slicing this big fat nut in  two  before the dulled blades and worn out motor stopped. 


Dr. Blade could feel the device vibrating in his hand as the motor tried desperately to keep the blades spinning but it was no use. Are you kidding me, he thought. David could tell something was wrong and was pleading with Dr. Blade to stop. Instead, Dr. Blade angled the handle slightly downward so that it was pressed against the bottom half of David’s nut which was no longer attached to anything.


The machine came back to life, turning David’s nut into increasingly smaller chunks. Dr. Blade could feel the big pieces of meat hitting the blades, some of them were hitting so hard the machine was almost knocked out of his hands.


“Those are some beefy fuckers!” 


David was sobbing and begging hysterically so didn’t notice the machine stopping again. Dr. Blade however, noticed immediately. The blades had gotten embedded in David’s relatively untouched left nut and got stuck. He jammed the blade forward, puncturing into the core of David’s left nut but that only made it worse. The blades were completely encased in a thick ball of prime stud meat and the motor couldn’t do anything to turn them.


Dr. Blade sighed, ignoring David who was frantically trying to get loose, and he moved the stuck blade in a slight circle enjoying the feeling of David’s nut being devoured from the inside out. David screamed as the blades cleared a tiny cavity in the middle of his nut. It was all the machine needed for the motor to kick back to life and the blades started spinning. David’s left nut was in exactly twenty pieces, and Dr. Blade’s arm had vibrated as each big piece was sliced in half, when it stopped again. Dr. Blade rolled his eyes in annoyance as David was growing hoarse in agonized screams. Both of his nuts were in dozens of pieces, but the pieces themselves were still fairly sizeable. 


Dr. Blade pulled the blades all the way out. It was covered in a pinkish goo that made David’s face turn white. Freed of its meaty prison, the blades came to life slinging some of the testicle goo all over David’s abs and face. With the blades still spinning, Dr. Blade slammed the machine back into David’s sack, rapidly moving it inside the bag and thrusting slightly in and out. David’s sack bounced and jiggled from the motion but it was working. The blades were moving around inside David’s bag too quickly to get stuck by some oversized, over dense nugget. It was a positive feedback loop, the goopier David’s nuts became the easier it was for the blender to goop them. 


“Fuck!” Dr. Blade roared in annoyance, totally ignoring David’s frantic screams for mercy. It wasn’t like there was much left to save.


The blades had gotten stuck yet again, encased in the oatmeal-thick soup in David’s sack. Frustrated, Dr. Blade grabbed the base of David’s sack making an O and forcing the gooey contents to bulge at the base of his sack. David screamed in disbelief; his sack still looked as big as normal but the once clear outline of each baby-making oval was totally gone. It was just one shapeless mass. 


“I need a replacement!”


WHOOSH SPLOTCH

WHOOSH SPLOTCH


David threw his neck back and screamed and screamed as Dr. Blade slammed the spinning blades in and out of his sack like a pincushion. The blades stayed inside David’s bag, blending its contents, for only a moment, before being pulled out and plunged in somewhere else. It turned out that the actual shells of David’s nuts were what had been causing the earlier resistance to entry, not his thick scrotum. With those shells totally pulped, Dr. Blade was having no problem slamming the blades in and out. Each time he pulled out a thick, gooey rope of material was pulled along too. 


David was horrified, screaming and begging but he could tell his nuts were beyond saving. His lower abs were starting to get covered and a gory mess and an large amount was landing on the floor with wet plops. As the blades continued, the goop squirting out was increasingly liquid. Sperm, membranes, fluids and structure were just one homogeneous jock soup. Dr. Blade was throbbing as he felt less and less resistance until the blades felt like he was just pure water. To be sure there was absolutely nothing left, Dr. Blade set down the blender and took David’s sack in his powerful hands, squeezing and kneading it between his thumbs. David blacked out and Dr. Blade’s cock was oozing as his calloused hands were being covered by amorphous jock slime. Dr. Blade kept up his examination until nearly half of the liquid in David’s scrotum, formerly known as his baby makers, was on his hands, David’s abs or the floor.


Filled with lust, Dr. Blade grabbed David's flaccid, but still incredibly thick, cock with both hands and squeezed. He squeezed and twisted David's incredible fuck stick until he felt - and heard - a sickening SQUICK. Dr. Blade released David's cock and nearly shot at the site of the ruined sex stick drooped over his liquified sack. It was obvious that even with the best hormone therapy David's fucking days were over but just to be sure, Dr. Blade plunged the gore covered head of the blender straight into David's piss slit, the sharp blades destroying his shaft, and turned it on. David's cock was instantly turned into big, meaty chunks that flew all over the examination room.


Dr. Blade wiped his hands on his slacks and pulled out his cellphone. He was going to need Dr. Falsa’s expert surgical - and hypnotic - assistance. After he patched up the zonked stud enough to stem the bleeding, Dr. Blade picked up his trusty blender. It was obvious he was going to need a new one. But that would be tomorrow’s problem. He pulled out his donkey cock and was mid-spurt when the exam room door opened and Dr. Falsa walked in. Far from embarrassed, Dr. Blade grinned with pride as he painted the floor with his jizz.


“What a mess!” Dr. Falsa laughed looking at the sorry state of David’s sack and mutilated jock cock and the gooey pile on testicle tartar on the ground.

-

Nearly a month passed without Dr. Blade being able to satiate his urge to liquify a fat pair of nuts. And it was a shame too, because two of David’s outrageously hung friends sought out Dr. Blade after reading their friend’s glowing review. Dr. Blade was forced to actually treat them, tempting to just pop the goose eggs in his bare hands. But the blender was so much better. He found a device called the Ball Blender 2000, an immersion blender with three distinct prongs, each with an array of blades that wrapped like a spiral. The tips were also extremely sharp. No more struggling with a tough-to-crack nut like David’s. The Ball Blender 2000 also boasted advanced features like variable speed and something called an impact setting. Dr. Blade was eager to try it out and when it finally arrived he knew exactly who he was going to try it on.


Travis was a DILF. A fit, silver haired gentleman in his early forties who was in better shape than most twenty-somethings. He was tall and had a mesmerizing personality. Travis had sought out Dr. Blade because his ravenous sex drive meant that he banged his wife two or three times per day, fucking all over the house. He would try to pull out but always ended up filling her up with his impressive loads.


Dr. Blade had tested Travis’ sperm and was taken aback at how virile he was. It was like nothing he had ever seen. He joked with Travis that he was lucky he didn’t get bitches pregnant just shaking their hands. Travis’ wife, who was also in her forties, was eight months pregnant after a wild marathon sex session ended up with him creaming her tight pussy a dozen times all over the house. Travis didn’t want to resort to condoms and the couple, who already had ten children, were getting too old to keep cranking out kids so he decided to get a vasectomy. Dr. Blade assured him that his sophisticated technique would be painless and easily reversible. Luckily, Travis believed him.


Travis was Dr. Blade’s last appointment and was already naked, only wearing a surgical gown, as Dr. Blade entered the room. The procedure was advertised to be quick so Travis thought nothing of it being done in a regular exam room and not a surgical bay. Dr. Blade pretended to explain the procedure to Travis as Travis sat in the exam chair. Dr. Blade crouched between his legs.


Travis parted the opening of his gown and his absolutely massive balls tumbled out. They were normally hairy as a dog, but he had shaved them for the procedure. His cock was lazily to the left. Dr. Blade pulled out the Ball Blender 2000 and Travis seemed nervous at all of the blades and prongs. 


“Just relax now,”


Travis instantly slumped in his chair at the command and Dr. Blade crouched between his legs. Travis smelled like fresh soap and raw, male musk. It was the hot, not-unpleasant raw odor that was driving Dr. Blade wild and made him acutely aware of just how much manhood he was about to destroy. His cock was throbbing already and he was practically drooling as he looked down at the kiwi-sized orbs.


“This may sting...”


SPLOOOTCH


“FUCK!” Travis had been so relaxed that he hadn’t noticed Dr. Blade anchoring down his ankles and arms. He was trapped with his legs spread and his strong arms defenseless. He screamed as he felt the three prongs slam into his sack. 


Dr. Blade was pleased at how effortless it was. In fact, it was so much sharper than his old blender, that when he applied the normal amount of force the prongs actually completely skewered Travis’ sack, sticking out slightly from the other side. Travis was hysterical and Dr. Blade giggled.


“Ooops!” 


He pulled the prongs back until they were back inside Travis’ sack. The prongs had slammed into his bulging left nut so hard that it had already popped like a water balloon, its insides slowly oozing out of its shattered membrane shell. Travis was in horrified shock and looked at Dr. Blade in panic.


WHIRRRR


Travis sounded like a dying animal as his left nut was instantly turned into a million little pieces. The three blades were so powerful at their default setting did what his old unit could achieve in half the time.


His cock throbbed; the sensation of totally ruining a guy in less time than it took to blink was indescribably hot. But Dr. Blade wanted the experience to last longer, so he adjusted the speed to its slowest setting. Travis wailed as Dr. Blade turned the Ball Blender back on and the blades methodically churned his baby batter into baby butter. The spiraled blades on each prong were slightly offset, making them act like three screws, each feeding ground material to the next.


Travis was sobbing, begging Dr. Blade to stop but hearing Travis pleading in his deep manly voice just got Dr. Blade harder. Dr. Blade could clearly make out each chunk bursting under the Ball Blender, and each chunk was mushed three times, as it passed by each blade, tripling the effect. Dr. Blade’s cock was throbbing as he maneuvered the blades into his right nut. Even spinning slowly, they effortlessly sliced into the ball until they were embedded deep inside. Only this time they didn’t get stuck, they just started pulping his nut from the inside out. Travis was sobbing and pleading, experiencing the worst agony he’d ever felt and bellowing in a rich, creamy baritone that was making Dr. Blade leak. 


Dr. Blade had nutted a parade of men but Travis was easily one of the most masculine. A true alpha stud on the same level - or maybe even higher - as Dr. Blade himself. And knowing that each bursting chunk he could feel in  his arm meant that Travis was being knocked down peg after peg was filling Dr. Blade with an animalistic lust. He had to ruin Travis to reclaim his rightful position on the hierarchy; his obsession with Travis huge was evolution manifest. Survival of the fittest.


Travis was nearly comatose but was still screaming, weakly struggling against the restraints and looking down as his huge bag was turned into a mush holder. At a slower speed Dr. Blade could really enjoy the feeling of Travis’ nut being destroyed, big chunks were gradually worn down as they went through the triple vortex again and again. Occasionally, a really meaty piece would break away and cause the Ball Blender 2000 to jerk wildly. Those moments made Dr. Blade leak. The Ball Blender 2000 was slowly, ruthlessly demolishing Travis’ last whole nut but when Dr. Blade pressed his finger onto the skin, the ball felt totally normal. It was like a sinkhole was being bored through his nut, gradually getting bigger until the apparently firm shell suddenly collapsed; or in this case got sucked into the vortex. The complete and utter destruction married with David’s deep, Hellish screams was getting Dr. Blade painfully hard. He was so turned on that he grunted and pulled his dick out of his slacks. He was stroking his throbbing pole with one hand and holding the Ball Blender 2000 in the other. 


He decided to try out the impact mode next, with the press of a button Travis’ screams became even more urgent and a squirt of precum rocketed out of Dr. Blade’s dick. Each of the three spinning prongs was now moving up and down as it spun. The destruction happening in Travis’ bag was kicked to a higher level. He slowly increased the speed until the blades were pulsing up and down and spinning rapidly. Travis’ left nut quickly imploded, exploding into goo that was being pulverized and recirculated by the blades.


A moment later, the chunky remains of this right nut were pulled into the vortex and within seconds the pulsing blades had created complex ribbons of circulation as testicle slop was sloshing around the inside of his bag. The Ball Blender 2000 was nearly knocked loose a few more times as the last solid vestiges of Travis’ sex pods were reduced to sludge. Each time that happened Dr. Blade thought he was going to blow his load.


Once Travis’ bag was nothing but oatmeal, which did not take long, Dr. Blade turned the machine to its highest setting. The liquified mess in Travis’ scrotum was sloshing so violently that the surface of this scrotum was rippling like a lake. Travis finally passed out after a final, devastated bellow. Dr. Blade held the blade, moving it slightly until ten minutes passed without feeling even the slightest chunk. Travis’ nuts were purely liquid. And even though his last blender had liquified testicles, the Ball Blender 2000 had literally turned Travis’ mega nuts into actual liquid. If Dr. Blender had sliced Travis’ scrotum open and let the innards spill into a sieve, virtually all of the contents would drip through to the other side. The destruction was unbelievable.


Dr. Blade pulled out the Ball Blender 2000 and examined it. Unlike the old blender - even in its heyday - the Ball Blender's blades didn't have a scrape on them. It really did look like they had just been spinning in pink liquid. Dr. Blade’s eyes grew huge with lust. His nuts were rolling. He had absolutely demolished Travis.


He set down the Ball Blender 2000 and started pumping his cock with both hands. He stood up, admiring his big arms as they wildly stroked his cock. He looked down at the hot, blacked out DILF with a huge, liquid-filled bag hanging below his now-useless cock. Dr. Blade grunted as he grabbed the flimsy gown Travis was wearing and tore it off to reveal his rock hard abs and mounding pecs. What a fucking stud, Dr. Blade thought. All that muscle and he still ended up losing his balls. I’m the real man! Dr. Blade was grunting and the sound of his frantic maturation was echoing.


Looking down at Travis’ ruined sack was just too hot. He reached down and grabbed it, squeezing as hard as he could whilst still pumping his cock with his free hand. Travis’ bag squished between his fingers like putty. There was absolutely, positively nothing, as in nothing resembling a testicle left. He replayed the sick castration, the screams, the writhing muscles, the gross, methodical destruction of every delicate membrane and sperm duct.


It was hot.


Too hot.


“HOOOOLLLYYY SHIIIIIIIIIT!”


Dr. Blade screamed in a voice so loud and deep he didn’t recognize himself. His eyes rolled back, his knees turned to jelly and his balls physically hurt as they sucked into his groin a fraction of a second before his eleven inch dick fired off a stunning, huge rope of jizz, followed by another and another and another. Dr. Blade was screaming in ecstasy, he didn’t even feel like he was in his own body. People often throw out the phrase ‘mind blowing’ orgasm in hyperbole. Dr. Blade was actually having one.


Travis’ face was plastered. Rope after rope festooned his blacked out face, plastering his eyes , dripping off his nose and coating his chiseled jaw.  Dr. Blade was cumming so hard there were audible splats as his load hit Travis. He had never heard the sound before because he had never cum so powerfully.


“SHIIIIIIIIT! FUUUUUUCK!”


Dr. Blade couldn’t believe he was still orgasming. Another explosive spurt of baby batter showered Travis’ pecs and another coated his abs. Unlike the ropes that were thick and stayed relatively intact before splattering into something, those spurts looked like Dr. Blade’s penis was exploding with a spray of cum. 


“SHIIIIIIIIIIT!”


Travis moaned weakly as Dr. Blade unleashed a final torrent of cum that hit his neck and face, his biceps and his abs. Dr.Blade’s cock was still dripping cum when he finally collapsed, a writhing sweaty mess, between Travis’ legs.


Dr. Blade caught his breath and examined the scene. Travis was fucking drenched in cum. To be absolutely sure Travis' fucking days were over, Dr. Blade grabbed Travis' cock with both hands at the base and squeezed. He could feel the membranes and tenants that had connected Travis' dick to his body start to give way after nearly a half hour of squeezing and tugging. Finally, Dr. Blade gave a grunt of effort and yanked as hard as he could.


RIIIIIP-SPLOTH


THUNK!


Travis' thick cock ripped free from his crotch with such force that Dr. Blade, still holding the fat organ, fell to the ground. It was as if he had been playing tug-of-war and the rope suddenly snapped.


Dr. Blade laughed, tossing Travis' severed dick to the floor where it landed with a wet splat. He quickly patched up the helpless stud and called Dr. Falsa to assist with his surgical expertise. While he waited for Dr. Falsa to arrive, Dr. Blade stomped Travis' dick until it was a totally unrecognizable pile of goo and squeezed his nuts until they were as flat as a pancake, most of Travis' profilic baby makers ending up as sludge on the floor.


Dr. Blade was still stomping what little remained of Travis' dick when Dr. Falsa walked in.


"Looks like you made a mess," Dr. Falsa laughed before the two skilled physicians got to work sewing up Travis's crotch.


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here are some illustrations inspired by this story by Whistle whose blog is here (link)