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.

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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)