Like Father Like Son III: The Ruination of Danny Bennett

This is the conclusion of the 'Like Father Like Son' series. Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here

It had been over three years since a wild game of roshambo resulted in the gratuitous destruction of grad student Raymond Fielmer's nuts. They had been ruptured by an overkill kick by his own dad whilst his best friend Danny Bennett and his uncle Greg looked on shocked. They raced Raymond to the hospital but his nuts had cracked into unsalvageable chunks. The surgeons thought they had saved a grape-sized piece of his right nut but it atrophied in the bag and was unceremoniously scooped out. Naturally, everyone involved - especially Raymond's dad - felt awful. 

Raymond and Danny had been best friends and even though Danny wasn't directly responsible for what happened, their relationship (like Raymond's balls) was irrevocably ruptured. By the time they finished grad school, the two barely spoke. Raymond moved away, left social media and practically disappearing from the grid. Danny was sad he'd lost a friend, but at least he had a consolation prize. Even though he felt bad for his buddy, Danny, who had fantasized about having his own hefty nuts crushed, got his first real taste of ball busting from Raymond's uncle Greg the night of the accident night along with a not-at-all veiled invitation to continue their session in private. An invitation Danny took.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Greg and Danny had met from time to time since their initial meeting. What had started as naughty WhatsApp messages turned into a physical invitation and Danny was too curious to pass it up. Greg's husband who wasn't into sadomasochism at all, gladly found something else to do whilst Danny was visiting and it was Danny's first experience with an open relationship.

Their sessions started out relatively tame. Danny would stand with his legs spread and let Greg kick his nuts until he couldn't take it and collapsed. They grew in intensity as Greg's true sadism blossomed in Danny's innocent pastures. Over time Greg introduced toys like rubber mallets, crushers and even e-stim pushing Danny's large nuts to their limit. Further, even though Danny identified as straight and often had a girlfriend, he found that he was incredibly turned on being sexually degraded by the admittedly attractive older man. Greg would force Danny to his knees and rub his nose against the outline of his raging boner as he kicked between Danny's spread legs, or he would milk Danny in a  humbler while beating his balls and teasing him about how helpless he was. By the third year, Danny let Greg plug up his ass with a prostate massager and mock him as his dick got hard.

Greg would tease him with things like "Guess you aren't so straight, after all?" and Danny would only blush and scream as Greg pounded his spuds with a mallet.

Once, Greg put Danny's enormous nuts in a plexiglass crusher and had taken them just to the point of redlining them. He forced Danny to look down at his dangerously flattened nuts that looked white pressed under the crusher and teased the sobbing hunk about how a 'fag' had him by the balls. Danny had screamed the safe word over and over but Greg just kept the dildo vibrating as he callously turned the screws. Danny had never been so horrified - or turned on - in his entire life. 

"Kiss me and I'll stop!" Greg barked. Danny shook his head no before bellowing in agony. Greg tightened the screws.

"Okay, have it your way..."

SPLOTCH

Danny's gray eyes crossed and he made a strange and very loud noise. His right nut had started to fracture under the pressure and Greg wasn't showing any signs of stopping.

"Okay! Okay! Please I'll do it!"

Through tears Danny puckered his lips preparing for Greg to invade his mouth with his tongue. What happened instead was far more degrading. Greg hopped on the table, pulled down his shorts and let his raging ridiculously fat cock slap Danny in the face. Danny looked up pleadingly, his eyes darting between Greg's cock and Greg's foot, which was on top of the vice. One quick stomp would have taken Greg out of the gene pool permanently. 

"It's not gonna' kiss itself," 

CRUNCH

Greg slammed his foot down on the crusher. Danny's right nut was just a hairline away from completely splitting open. The pain was unbelievable. Danny didn't even hesitate opening his handsome chiseled jaw and taking in a surprising amount of Greg's cock. He choked back a wretch as Greg grabbed the back of his head and looked down at him before ramming his cock all the way down Danny's virgin throat. Danny was out of the fucking game for over a month while his injured ball recovered and every hot pussy he had to pass up was almost like Greg mocking him from afar. And Danny loved it.

The next time Danny met up with Greg, he got on his knees and gave Greg the best blow job of his life as his nuts were mercilessly kicked up his throat. Danny was progressive, after all he had been best friends with Raymond for years, but the actual mechanics of gay sex grossed him out but not more than the thrill of being utterly dominated turned him on. Somehow over the next few sessions, Greg had taken to calling Danny 'it' and 'you', a subtle step toward the young man become nothing but a sex object. 

Danny's huge nuts were redlined over and over and his heart would race as Greg made overt threats to finally finish them off. They had started out as hyperbole but the more they went on the more Greg meant it. Danny Bennett was a hot, horny straight boy who had to be absolutely ruined. 

The pandemic put an abrupt pause to Greg and Danny's in person meet ups but they chatted constantly and Greg would instruct Danny in all kinds of debasing activities like making Danny jerk off and then throw his legs over his head at the last minute and blast himself in the face. Danny hated and loved it.

For Christmas, Greg sent Danny a chastity cage which the permanently horny blonde hated wearing since it stopped him from bating constantly, but loved the show of dominance it represented. Danny would cram his massive cock into the cage and wear it until he felt like he was going to burst, calling Greg and begging to give him permission to take it off.

By spring, the pandemic was waning and Greg invited Danny for a no-holds-barred session to celebrate. Danny nearly nut on himself just reading the invitation text.

--

Danny knocked on Greg's front door not even trying to disguise his excitement. Greg opened the door and smiled. Danny was a tall, blonde twenty-eight year old whose years of healthy eating and going to gym were paying off. He looked even better than he had in college. 

Greg had just turned fifty but looked much younger. Danny found his resemblance to Raymond uncanny. He was slightly shorter than Danny with a tone body and large biceps which had proven to be especially useful for crushing Danny's nuts. His hair was thinning a bit but was still neatly styled and stark white which contrasted nicely with his tan. If Danny was actually into guys - and not just thrilled by the domination - he would have found Greg quite hot.

Greg closed the door behind him and stopped Danny in the foray. The young man, who hadn't seen Greg in person in over a year, was chatting away like an old friend but Greg, who only saw Danny as a walking stress ball and Fleshlight, couldn't have cared less. He silenced Danny with a wave of his hand. Danny's handsome face dropped. He was genuinely hurt. Their relationship was far from normal but he thought they were at least at a level where they would take a few moments to catch up after a crazy pandemic but Danny was just a thing for Greg's amusement. The rebuke was stinging yet incredibly hot.

"I trust you've been working out still? Let's see those abs,"

Danny took off his shirt and stood like a hunk of meat for inspection in just his jeans. Greg circled him looking him up and down approvingly. Even with gyms closed and working from his living room for a year, Danny still managed to look ripped but was incredibly modest about it; Greg had long ago convinced him he was just another 'hot' straight guy and shouldn't consider himself to be anything special. 

Greg balled his fists and stood in front of Danny. Danny braced for the inevitable punch to the bulge in his jeans but was unprepared to have Greg slam his fists into his corrugated abs. Danny gasped as the air was knocked out of him.

"What's the matter, straight boy? Can't even take a punch?"

"Ooomph!" 

Greg squatted slightly and started pounding into Danny like a punching back, left right, left right. Danny gritted his teeth and took his punishment. He wasn't even sure what it was for, but figured he deserved it somehow. Danny wasn't a hulking muscle beast but he was in much better shape than most and was far superior to the aging though youthful Greg. He could have easily knocked Greg out if he wanted - they both knew it - but instead Danny just spread his legs slightly to give Greg's punching bag more stability.

"You're kind of worthless. Good thing you're cute,"

Greg gave Danny''s sore abs a final punch that knocked the wind out of him. 

"Thank you, sir," Danny said panting.

"So we've been playing for more than three years and I still can't believe how conditioned you are. Do you even have a brain in there or is it all muscle?"

Greg knocked on Danny's head mockingly. Greg knew Danny was actually quite smart and he loved the hurt look that flashed on Danny's face despite Danny's best effort to keep his emotions in check. If Greg was happy, he was happy, Danny had long ago concluded. Greg continued to verbally lambast Danny, making fun of his metrosexual haircut and his too-tight jeans, mocking his lack of a girlfriend and reminding him of all the times Danny had shot his load into a cup and drank the giant creamy mess on Zoom for Greg's amusement. Some of the barbs were really cutting, more than normal, as if Greg had given up even pretending Danny was anything more than a sex toy.

"... and you should hear what Raymond says about you these days. If he could see you like this, he'd piss on himself laughing,"

Greg knew Danny really missed Raymond and the mean comment was extremely hurtful. More than Danny's conscious mind realized...

Greg saw Danny's stoic face tense up, "Are you actually about to cry? Wow, what a fucking faggot,"

Danny straightened himself up before immediately letting out a howl of pain. Greg had rammed his knee straight into his unsuspecting balls. Since it had been more than a year since he had taken a real hit, the sensation was both delicious and hideous. Danny associated the pain with pleasure but his primal reaction was still to scream. Greg nodded, pleased he had given the dumb stud something to cry about.

CRUNCH

Greg's knee rocketed into Danny's jeans again. Greg actually slowly exhaled as if he had just taken a hit of a powerful drug; the sensation of feeling Danny's massive nuts compressing under his knee was marvelous. He grabbed Danny's shoulders and started unloading on the howling stud. He altered his aim from kick to kick , squashing the right nut, then the left, then dead center, taking careful mental note of exactly how it felt. He was like someone who had been on a desert island for a year savoring the first bite of a hot meal after being rescued. Danny was screaming as his balls were pulverized under Greg's violent, unhinged knees.

"Get on your knees!" 

Danny clutched his balls and started to drop to his knees.

"Now!" 

Apparently the dazed blonde wasn't moving fast enough and Greg reminded him who was boss with a swift slap to the face. A red handprint lingered on his cheek as a testament that Greg wasn't just giving him a love tap. Danny's cock jumped as he got on his knees.

"Spread your legs! Now!"

Danny spread his knees wide and put his hands behind his back. He was rewarded with a ludicrously hard kick that caused his eyes to bug out. Then another. Then another. He tried to hold back another scream but by the twentieth kick he filled the house with a deep, tortured scream and couldn't help but cover his crotch with his hands. Greg ignored him and kicked him again, bruising Danny's right hand. Danny screamed as Greg just kept kicking, smashing Danny's hands and balls.

Without slowing down on his kicking, Greg pulled his raging cock out of his fly and started stroking it, aiming it directly at Danny's face.

"I outta' paint your face right now,"

It had been so long since Danny had taken a facial - other than his own self facials - that he was excited by the prospect. He wanted, no, he needed to be used like a little slut. Danny wailed as Greg annihilated his balls until his foot was tired, all the while stroking his cock. He looked down at Danny who was turning red and sweating as he was reduced to nothing but a pain sponge.

"Fucking take it, bitch!" Greg roared as he finally unloaded all over Danny's face. 

Danny's eyes were plastered shut and a rope landed right in his screaming mouth. He gagged as he reflexively swallowed it. He could feel Greg's hot load splattering his face, dripping off his nose and knew he must have looked like an absolute cum whore. No one would have believed he was straight. Danny loved it.

"Yes! Shower me!"

Greg stuffed his still hard cock into his pants and commanded Danny to his feet. Danny knew better than to wipe away his cum reward and his eyes stung as he slowly opened them. Greg always came like a fountain and today was no exception. More exciting to Danny was that Greg could come multiple times, always huge, drenching him in sperm and knocking him down peg after peg.

Greg grabbed Danny's fly and ripped his jeans open. The zipper went flying. The next thing Danny knew he was knocked on his back and Greg was pulling off his jeans like an animal. Danny squealed as Greg rolled him onto his stomach, his rock-hard ass pointing straight up. 

"Oooh!" Danny shrieked as Greg rammed a finger into his hole. Then another and another.

Danny absolutely hated getting fucked or having a vibrator in his ass but he wasn't worthy to complain. He gritted his teeth as Greg pulled his cock back out and lay on top of him, rubbing his clock head against Danny's ass. Greg's cock was insanely thick and even longer than Danny's massive ten inch rod. He'd never fucked Danny because he knew that such a big cock might be too much for a relative virgin like Danny. But it had been a whole year since they had seen each other...

"FUCK!"

Danny screamed in genuine pain as Greg's entire cock disappeared inside him. As Greg piston fucked Danny, he grabbed his shaggy blonde hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to arch his back. With his other hand he reached between Danny's legs and took his swollen right nut and squeezed. Danny wailed and writhed as Greg plowed him clearly not caring whether or not Danny was getting any enjoyment at all. Danny's cock was stirring due to his prostate being pounded but it was an entirely automatic reaction; Danny was in pure agony. He sobbed and pleaded as Greg kept fucking him.

"What's the matter, big man? So you can dish out a fucking but you can't take it!" 

Danny whimpered as Greg abruptly stopped fucking him and put his cock away. Danny collapsed onto his stomach clutching his tenderized right nut and Greg looked down at him smiling. Through Danny's labored breathing, even with his straight ass dripping from the violent fucking, Danny was still breathlessly thanking Greg and apologizing for being a useless pansy. Greg couldn't believe how quickly the confident, almost cocky, facade Danny presented to the world melted away the moment Danny's inner sub slut came out. In fact, Danny was so good at being a little whore that Greg had decided that he was finally going to make the transformation permanent. He had hinted about it in their chats during the pandemic but whether or not Danny took him literally was unknown.

Greg gave Danny a few minutes to recover before losing his patience and barking at Danny to get up. Danny got to his feet, his enormous babymakers red and hanging lower than normal and Greg grabbed them roughly and lead Danny to the basement. Danny's eyes lit up in a mix of delight, lust and fear at the various toys laid out. It was obvious Greg's lust to dominate Danny had been building up all year and the flood gates were about to open.

First up was the tried and true mallet. Danny stood with his nuts resting on a workbench while Greg slammed a small rubber mallet into each nut. Danny wailed in pain as Greg put every ounce of strength he had into the blows. Danny only managed to get through a dozen before collapsing. Greg looked down at him annoyed.

"Fucking worthless," 

Danny slowly got to his feet an assumed the position again.

CRUNCH CRUNCH

Danny's eyes crossed as Greg slammed the mallet into his fat nuggets, making them temporarily flat as pancakes before they sprang back to shape. They had only just started and already purple bruises were starting to form. Danny's guts were on fire from the horrible ache coming from his crotch; he assumed it was because he was out of practice not because Greg was planning on ending his lineage.

Next, Greg tied Danny to a chair with his legs spread and pulled out a bag of firecrackers. He would light them and drop them into Danny's lap just in time for them to explode. The concussive blasts were quite painful - kind of like someone jamming a hot finger into his sack - but were hardly going to blow Danny's balls off. Each pop was followed by a hilarious, high pitched squeal that was very incongruent to the muscular body producing them. Greg was loving how Danny was willing himself not to shout 'stop' (as if Greg would have listened). Danny truly knew his place. After emptying the entire bag of firecrackers he pulled out a final firework. Danny's eyes grew huge and alarm bells started blaring in his head. 

Greg was holding an M-80. An overpowered firework that routinely blew off fingers and hands of idiots dumb enough to play with them like toys. Greg placed the bomb so that it was nestled against Danny's sack and stood back to admire the visual. Danny's brain wanted to scream but he was too turned on staring down at his lap to do so. He knew if Greg lit the fuse it was going to be curtains for his boys.

Greg flicked the lighter and knelt down to light the explosive. They both watched as the fuse burned away. Danny started shaking in terror and finally, just before the fuse disappeared entirely let out a high pitched scream of horror and started rocking the chair violently. The bomb rolled off landing next to one of the legs of the chair just as it exploded. There was a stentorian boom and a flash of light. Large chunks of the chair's wooden leg were blown away, so much so that the chair creaked a bit before collapsing. Danny's face slammed into the ground and though Greg could have caught him, he was too pissed that Danny had ruined the grande finale to bother trying. Danny's nose was bleeding and he was pinned to the floor, still tied to the broken chair. Greg untied him and gave him a towel for his nose but even as Danny stood trying to stop his nose bleed, Greg was taking a baseball bat to his junk. 

Danny screamed but kept his legs spread wide as Greg assaulted his burned, bruised and battered nuts.

"I can't believe you ruined that! That should have been your nuts!" Greg roared as he pointed to the pile of broken wood that had taken the explosive force meant for Danny's nuts. Greg grabbed Danny by the balls and forced him toward the work bench, but not before throwing him against a wall and wailing on his abs again. Greg worked up a sweat as he treated Danny's perfect torso as just another punching bag, actually less than a punching bag. If an actual high quality punching bag ever got damaged or broke open Greg would have been annoyed; but if Danny's' abs turned into Jelly and the idiot jock had thrown up all over himself, Greg wouldn't have cared.

Danny felt like his abs were going to burst. He had never taken so much abuse to them at one time and it was absolutely incredible. The whole reason he worked out and ate right was to stay in top shape for Greg, like a sex toy that maintained itself. He was thrilled to be serving his function.

Greg pulled Danny to the workbench and shackled his ankles to the floor and his hands behind his back. Danny's balls were resting on the table top and secured in place with a metal ring that was secured around the neck of his sack and the table. Even if Danny could get his ankles free, he couldn't  flee the table without leaving his balls behind. Greg put two clamps of Danny's nipples and he yelped as they slammed shut. It felt like two metal fingers were digging into his tender puffy nipples. It was so painful Danny couldn't believe such a small part of his body was causing so much pain. Greg stepped away to a part of the basement behind Danny so he couldn't  see what he was doing but he heard something that felt like metal clanging and could smell something burning.

Greg returned looking quite proud of himself but Danny didn't ask anything about what was happening; Danny knew he wasn't entitled to any explanations. Greg hopped on the table, his head barely missing the relatively high ceiling. He was wearing boots, the same ones that had flattened Danny's nuts countless times.

"They look scuffed,"

Greg lifted his boot so that it came up to Danny's face. Without prompting, Danny  stuck out his tongue and licked off a spot of dirt on the toe of the boot. Greg couldn't believe how thoroughly he had Danny wrapped around his finger. 

"Very good,"

CRUUUUNCH

Danny's eyes bugged out and he let out a guttural screech as Greg slammed his boot straight down onto Danny's right nut. He stomped and stomped and stomped, grinding his foot to really finish the job. Danny was thrashing as Greg was trashing his nut.

"I should just keep going until it pops,"

Danny's cock, which was rock hard through the stomping, started to leak. Greg noticed and grinned.

"You like that, don't you? You want me to pop this big nut?"

CRUNCH

"YES!" Danny bellowed between sobs and screams.

CRUNCH

Greg was going absolutely wild on Danny. He was never particularly careful, but now he simply didn't care. If Danny's oversized nut split and spilled out all over the table, so be it. Greg kept spewing virtolic insults at Danny as he lay waste to his purple, swollen nut. Danny was hoarse from screaming and his cock was starting to deflate a bit as the pain over powered the pleasure. Greg gave Danny's right nut a final stomp, compressing it to a dangerous level and grinding his boot, before hopping down. 

He stood behind Danny and reached around to grab Danny's cock. Danny shuttered as Greg tenderly stroked him until he was fully hard. It was no secret Greg found Danny incredibly hot and the fact that he was straight gave him a forbidden fruit kind of attractiveness. He nibbled at Danny's neck as he stroked him off. Danny shuddered, turned on yet repulsed but too well trained to contest. What Danny didn't notice was Greg pulling out his cock and lubing it up with spit. As soon as it was fully hard, which didn't take long with a big jock cock in his free hand, Greg rammed inside Danny.

Danny screamed as his ass was violated. Danny had gone from not having anything bigger than a prostate massager to having Greg's enormous cock twice in one day. It was too much for his stretched, bleeding hole and he started crying from the pain. Greg fucked Danny's brains out and there was nothing Danny could do. He was humiliated and used. At one point the agony in his guts made him cry out, genuinely begging Greg to stop but that only made him feel even more like a whore. He loved it. It was almost like Danny had a split personality; the alpha male straight stud was crying and pleading and the blonde slut was begging for more. The mix of screams of pain and moans of pleasure was an odd an erotic symphony and Danny's deep voice filled the basement.

"Harder, Greg! Fuck me harder!"

Danny's whorishness and hunger to be degraded shocked even himself, but Greg gladly obliged. Danny was being slammed into the table, his prostate felt amazing, his ass hurt and his guts felt like they were on fire. But his dick was throbbing, leaking all over his balls and Greg was still stroking him.

"Oh fuck!" Danny threw his head back as his dick started to blow one of his multi-rope loads. He immediately screamed in agony as he felt Greg squeeze the base of his cock with both hands. The epic load Greg had just fucked out of him was being choked in his plumbing. Danny writhed and screamed as agony the likes of which he had never encountered filled his cock. A horrible ache radiated the entire length  of his cock into his abs and through to his ass as his massive, gooey load kept being pumped internally only to hit the jizz traffic jam at the base of his cock. Not even a drop of cum made it out of Danny's cock during his tortured orgasm. When Greg finally released his cock a steady stream of cum oozed out of his softening cock like piss. 

Danny panted and cried as Greg went off to fetch something. Danny could hear him ruffling through a drawer and when he came back Danny was horrified yet aroused as what Greg was holding. Greg had a bottle of lubricant and a long, fat metal sounding rod. Greg had tried using it on Danny once before years ago, before he was so obedient, but Danny had begged and pleaded so hard Greg didn't continue. Fortunately for Greg, that version of Danny - the one who acted like his feelings mattered - was long gone. Greg lubed up Danny's cock and it did not take long for it to get hard, cum from his ruined orgasm was still slowly trickling out. Greg then proceeded to close the lube bottle and set it down instead of lubing the sound like Danny assumed. The look of concern on his face must have been obvious because Greg laughed.

"Oh, honey. No lube for you. Your big straight cock can take it, right? Big strong man,"

Greg rubbed his hand up and down Danny's rippled, sweaty chest. Greg got hard thinking about Danny just being passed around the backroom of a club until his ass and mouth were stretched and sore and his muscles were covered in bukkake levels of sperm.

"Christ!" 

Danny briefly blacked out, overwhelmed by white hot pain as Greg shoved the entire sound down his piss slit. About an inch of the rod was sticking out of Danny's head and the base was pressing against his abdomen. When he came too, Danny screamed initially but then started controlling his breathing, trying to acclimate to the unusual sensation. Greg started to fuck Danny's cock, the pent up cum making excellent lube and soon Danny was moaning in pleasure. He had been fucked in two different holes. Some 'straight' guy he was, he thought. 

CRUNCH

Danny, whose eyes had been closed in pleasure, screamed out as Greg slammed the mallet into his right nut. CRUNCH CRUNCH. Danny's brain was overloading; his cock felt amazing, he could feel a load boiling in his nuts, but his right nut felt like it was going to crack. He was making all manner of tortured, inhuman squeals and Greg's cock was throbbing.

After several minutes, Greg stopped. Danny's plump right nut looked slightly less round but was now massively swollen and almost black. It was numb and painful at the same time, a strange juxtaposition. Greg grinned as he pulled the sounding rod out and left to fetch something else. He returned with a significantly thicker glass rod. Danny was terrified. He was sure Greg was going to permanently damage his cock this time but there was nothing he could do. He thought back to that fateful game of roshambo with Raymond at their college apartment and how he had called Raymond a 'faggot' as if him being straight somehow made him superior... it was fitting justice that Greg, another 'faggot', was about to utterly destroy his alpha cock.

Greg slammed the sound all the way down Danny's cock as roughly as he could. Danny could feel his tube being painfully stretched as the violating rod forced it unnaturally wide. Greg grabbed the head of Danny's cock and the base and held the throbbing organ for a moment, feeling the warmth in his hands. Then he started to bend Danny's cock. The maneuver was horribly painful by itself, but with a glass - and breakable - rod inserted the stakes were infinitely higher. Danny could feel the unyielding rod as his relatively squishy cock meat warped around it. Danny squealed. He knew that at any moment the glass rod was going to shatter. This was it. The end of fucking.

Just when the glass was about to shatter, Greg released Danny's cock. It was luck that it hadn't already broken since it wasn't like Greg was trying to avoid damage at this point. Greg disappeared and Danny again heard metal clanging and the smell of something burning. A minute later Greg came back with an enormous wood working vise. Danny trembled as Greg secured it to the edge of the table and trapping his right nut under it.

"This is it stud, you're about to be a little bitch slut forever,"

Danny's cock was raging as Greg rapidly tightened the vise. There was no foreplay, just straight to the destruction. The pain radiating from his flattening nut was tremendous. Danny screamed like a girl as his nut was compressed to half and then a quarter of its girth. It was a huge, super dense, flat patty. 

SQUICK

Danny's eyes rolled as he felt his nut split in the bag. Greg just kept tightening. Danny hysterically thrashed in agony at the same time another load tried and failed to rocket out of his cock, blocked by the solid glass rod. Greg made quick work of half of Danny's manhood until it was wafer thin. It had exploded into goo. Danny was screaming and horrified, yet horny as fuck and delirious with pleasure. His nut had finally cracked. The thing he had jerked off thinking about had finally happened.

Greg removed the vice and got on the table. He placed his boot on Danny's relatively untouched humungous, bulging left nut and pressed down. The resilient organ flattened and bulged out in a desperate attempt to defuse the pressure and it was working. Danny faded in and out as Greg stomped and ground his nut into the table for nearly an hour. It just got bigger and darker as the stressed thing refused to burst. Greg hopped down and unleashed the mallet which succeeded in causing cracks to form all over lefty's membranous shell like spiderwebs. Danny's heart was racing and he was starting to legitimately panic. His left nut was salvageable if Greg stopped right now. As in immediately. But he just kept raining down blows. Danny screamed and Greg abruptly stopped. He went back to making the mysterious metallic clanging. 

He came back holding a metal rod, Danny was too out of it to focus on what it was but he immediately jolted at the feeling of a horrible burning on his abs. He could feel and smell his flesh burning and he writhed as Greg pressed a brand into his perfect six pack. The word 'SLUT' in a bold font was forever branded into Danny's abs. The ridiculously hot, chiseled muscles Danny loved to show off at the beach or on shirtless runs would forever serve not as an advertisement of his masculinity, but as a flashing neon sign that he was just a dumb slut to be used. Danny loved it.

Greg set down the brand and grabbed Danny's cock again, this time bending it until the glass snapped. Danny threw his head back and screamed as the sharp edges of the broken rod destroyed his cock from the inside out. Greg slammed the mallet into Danny's cock causing more of the rod to splinter. Danny was beyond hysterical as the once thick glass rod was reduced to dozens of razor sharp shards; Greg grabbed Danny's cock and kneaded and bent it, forcing the broken glass to absolutely ruin his cock. The agony was unreal. With each passing minute, the odds of Danny fucking anyone ever again decreased and his flaccid, thick cock was full of broken glass. Danny's urethral was totally destroyed and chunks of glass were lodged into the shaft of his cock.

To be absolute sure the adorable hunk's fucking days were truly over, Greg grabbed Danny's cock and squeezed as hard as he could with both hands right in the middle of his shaft. Danny wailed and Greg winced in unexpected pain. Pieces of pulverized glass had actually dug through Danny's thick cock and were now protruding out of the sides, cutting Greg's hand. Calling the inside of Danny's once beautiful cock 'hamburger' would actually be understating the extent of the damage. Danny's entire world had just been wrecked and he still had one more ball's destruction to endure.

As Danny heaved and weakly screamed, his voice hoarse, Greg came back with another brand. Danny arched his back and exploded in a riot of screams as the word 'DICKLESS' was permanently branded into his broad, muscular back. Now the next time he was taking a fat cock the guy plowing him would be reminded why the studly jock was strictly a bottom. Greg was utterly ruining Danny and still had more tricks up his sleeve.

He pulled off the nipple clamps, that Danny had actually forgotten about, and took them to the oven where he had heated the brands. He carried them back to Danny and used oven mitts to put the literally-red-hot metal clamps back on Danny's nipples. Danny blacked out as his sensitive nipples were ruined. Greg looked down as Danny's last huge nut. It was swollen and damaged but still looked too healthy, especially compared to his swiss cheese dick and totally collapsed right nut. Greg grabbed a sledge hammer, entirely overkill, and lined up his shot.

Danny was starting to stir again and his eyes were totally transfixed on Greg. 

"This is it, fucker. You're gonna' be my bitch!"

SPLOOOTCH

Danny roared and immediately blacked out as his fat left testicle turned into a chunky explosion that radiated out from under the sledge hammer's head in all directions. It was an absolute splattered mess. To be sure, Greg finished off Danny's already ruined, flattened right nut with a blow of the sledge hammer that sent liquified sack sauce flying.

--

Danny awoke in a sling in the corner of Greg's basement. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. He was on his back, his legs and arms secured and his ass hanging off the side waiting to be pounded. He looked down to see his sack was gone, just crude stitching and his cock was wrapped in bandages. Another brand had appeared on his pecs and abs. 'CUM' was burned in the valley between his pecs, an advertisement that the sculpted mounds in of muscle made perfect cum traps.

"Ah you're awake," Greg said in his usual, deep crisp voice. He was naked, his dick raging. He smiled at Danny and ran up the basement steps.

"He's awake!" Greg shouted into the house.

Suddenly, Danny became aware of the sound of lots of pairs of feet shuffling upstairs followed immediately by the heavy footfall of countless guys coming down the basement steps. Danny screamed and pleaded as six guys ranging from burly bears to muscle studs and average joes circle him, naked and rock hard. Without warning a dick was down his throat and another was plowing his ass. Danny was being spitroasted! A second dick disappeared down his throat and the guy fucking his ass was destroying it. 

His alpha straight male brain tried to let out a howl, the swan song for the old Danny, but it was blocked by the two fat dicks in his mouth. The masochist eunuch left behind squealed in delight as even more sets of footsteps came down the basement steps.

Danny was exactly where he was meant to be.

The Good Doctor: Abner's Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Abner! Glad you could make it!” 

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

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

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

“It’s like a fucking washboard!”

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

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

“These are heavy. Really heavy!”

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

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

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

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

CRUNCH

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

“Fuck!”

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

“You should be more careful,” Zach laughed. 

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

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

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

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

DING

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

“You want kids?” Zach asked bluntly.

Abner looked at him confused. 

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

“I don’t know I... FUCK!”

CRUNCH

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

CRUNCH

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

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

“CHRIST!” 

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

STOMP

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

“These things are fucking hard as shit!” 

STOMP

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

“PLEASE!”

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

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

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

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

DING

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

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

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

“My dick....”

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

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

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

“Don’t be a pansy! Hit me!”

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

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

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

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

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

Abner gulped.

“So, how many times did you hit me?” 

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

“Ummm... I think, twenty times?”

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

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

DING

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

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

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

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

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

“One!”

CRUNCH

“Two!”

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

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

“Thirty-nine...”

“Forty...”

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

“Forty... Forty-one?” 

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

“Was that forty-one or forty-two?”

Joel shrugged.

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

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

“It was forty-one!”

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

“Nooo!”

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

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

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

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

Joel laughed.

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

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

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

“Fucking shit!”

Zach seemed incredibly annoyed all of a sudden.

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

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

It was dented.

He laughed, “Ooops!” 

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“Oooh...”

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

“Ah, he’s awake!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

A  lemon squeezer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me go... FUCK!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Abner nodded yes.

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

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

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

“As you wish!” Zach bellowed.

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

SQUISH

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

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

SQUISH

SQUICK

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you gonna’ finish that tomorrow?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight you kinky little fucker,” he whispered.