Nutsack Knockout - Introduction

 

A small studio audience composed entirely of men sat in rafters looking down at a large, brightly lit stage where workers were busy making finishing touches but a black curtain hid most of the gameshow's mechanics from view. This was the first filming of a controversial new game show called The Nutsack Knockout which had promised to be a ratings bonanza due to its unapologetic premise. Ten men would compete for a chance to win a life-changing amount of money but instead of the losers going home just empty-handed, there was a very real possibility that they'd go home with an empty-sack. The exact mechanism hadn't been revealed in the pre-taping information but the promotional images featuring cracked walnuts, splattered eggs and deflated soccer balls made it clear it wasn't going to be pleasant for the losing players.

Finally the lights went low and rousing music filled the air and the audience didn't wait for the neon 'applause' sign to light up before erupting into cheers. Mixed into the jaunty instruments of the show's theme song were the unmistakable sounds of men screaming and moaning - most likely from nut pain - that had been autotuned to fit the music. "My balls are gone! My balls are gone!" came the anguished voice of some random young man, his normally deep voice pitched comically high to layer perfectly over the music; the audience burst into laughter.

Meanwhile a tall fit man wearing jeans, heavy boots and an untucked button up shirt sauntered onto the stage holding a microphone. Most of the audience recognized him instantly as Dominik Patterson, an MMA fighter who had become quite a draw thanks to his merciless below the belt fighting style. Dominik had permanently cracked at least a dozen nuts before the officials, who were more than willing to turn a blind eye for the sake of ratings, finally had to acknowledge his flagrant disregard for the rules and banned him from the ring. The grizzled yet handsome former-fighter didn't mind too much since his notoriety made him a darling for endorsement deals and cameos on shows like Nutsack Knockout. Funnily enough, he was a spokesman for an erectile dysfunction drug, ironic considering he had nearly ripped off an opponent's dick through his shorts.

"Welcome! Welcome! Are you guys ready for some fun!" Dominik called into his mic as he took center stage. His voice was deep but his enunciation was excellent, as if he was made to be a charismatic television host. He flashed a toothy, mischievous smile as the curtain finally rose revealing the complete setup for the coming gameshow. Spaced evenly across the length of the stage were ten large slabs of wood, about two feet wide and standing six feet tall, all of them painted with a high gloss white paint that was reflecting the dramatic studio lights shining overhead. At the top of each post were ambiguous symbols painted in black; a stylized snowflake, the outline of a flame, a pair of eyes wide open and a dumbbell. No one except the crew knew what they meant but they likely had something to do with how each contestant could potentially lose his nuts. Hovering above the middle of the stage were several enormous displays, one of which had a grid of squares numbered one to one hundred. The others were displaying an idling graphic of two cracked walnuts and the Nutsack Knockout logo.

“Welcome to the first taping of our new show Nutsack Knockout!” Dominik’s deep voice boomed over the audiences’ cheers. 

It took nearly a minute of the stage hands signaling for quiet before the raucous crowd finally settled down and Dominik could begin to explain the rules of the game.

“Every round each player is gonna’ pick a square, one to one hundred, and behind that square is gonna be a number...”

As Dominik talked, two assistants wheeled out a muscular, anatomically correct male mannequin, about five foot ten, sporting a pair of egg-sized nuts that had been bound with rubber rings to force them to the bottom of its extremely-realistic looking bag. One of the secondary screens flashed to show a leaderboard with a single name “Demonstration Dummy’ showing a score of one hundred points. The other screen was showing a close up of the dummy’s bound sack, the hyper realistic skin glistening against the white backdrop of the wooden plank it had been placed in front of.

“So every contestant starts with one hundred points each time they pick a number...”

Dominik motioned toward the middle screen that had the grid of one hundred squares.

“There’s a random number from one to twenty. Every time they pick a number their score goes down by that amount and they’re eliminated when their score goes below zero.” 

The crowd collectively leaned in, most of them fixated on the two very large proxy testicles on the second screen.

Dominik walked up the mannequin and put his hand on his shoulder, giving the dummy a look of mocking apology. A short while later a stage assistant rushed on stage to hand Dominik a comically large mallet, the head easily being five inches across on top of a thick wooden handle.

“So let’s say this guy picked the second square...”

The screen with the grid of squares flashed and the second square revealed a value of twenty.

Dominik chuckled as he grasped the mallet with both hands, being sure to stay out of the way of the camera that was focused on the dummy’s nuts. 

Without ceremony he smashed the mallet twenty times into the proxy ball bag, making it swing and bounce against the plank behind it like a fleshy pendulum. The audience roared as they watched the two fat pseudo-nuts being pancaked over and over. At the same time the scoreboard for ‘Demonstration Dummy’ decreased by one point after each hit. When Dominik was done, the score was eighty.

Dominik gave the proxy testicles several more vicious whacks, the loud impacts making it obvious that the real pair in that predicament wouldn’t have been having a good time, before turning to the audience and chuckling.

“...and when a guy runs out of points,  I get to unleash their ultimate punishment! And let’s just say they won’t be having any more kids! What is that you ask, well it depends on the symbol above them.” 

Dominik pointed to a black flask, like something out of a laboratory, that had been painted above the dummy though it was still ambiguous what punishment the various symbols actually represented. 

Dominik gave the fat rubbery nuts one more devastating blow, causing the left one to permanently dent, the comical image plastered on the screen overhead and the audience roared in laughter. He went on to explain that each symbol at the top of the planks represented an ultimate punishment tailor made for each contestant. 

After Dominik slammed the proxy testicles until one of them popped out of the sack, the dummy was carted away and the ten real contestants sauntered on stage. All of them were naked, a few of them hard, smiling and waving at the audience as they stood in front of their pre-assigned wooden slabs, their backs against the blanche white wood facing the audience. 

The first contestant was Juan, an extremely handsome Latino, somewhat short clocking in at only five foot two, but he was quite muscular - almost like a caricature of a short bodybuilder - sporting a pair of egg-sized nuts. The adorable middle aged man old stood in front of the slab of wood with a snowflake engraved on it as stage hands quickly got to work securing him in place.

Contestant number two was Lorenzo, a tall thirty year old Italian with shoulder length hair and a fit, svelte body. He waved to the crowd as he stepped under the position with an ambiguous round circle on it. 

Next was Alex, a twenty-eight year old blonde who exuded cockiness as he strode onto the stage, his truly enormous babymakers literally swinging between his thighs like a pendulum as he walked. The fit lad nodded with unearned confidence as he took his place on stage. 

Kabe was next. The thirty-eight year was well over six feet tall with a thick beard that framed his strikingly handsome face. His lack of body fat made his abs stand in sharp relief. His abs were so well defined that one couldn’t help but follow them down to his crotch and his round nuts which were so huge the seemingly shy thirty-year old almost seemed embarrassed by them, holding his hands over his crotch as he walked. His torso and neck were covered with tattoos and his striking cheek and eyebrow bones made his face look like a couture model. 

Raphael was next, a jaunty nineteen year old Australian who skipped whilst he walked to purposefully show off his modest yet dense low hangers. The teenager clapped his hands before he took his place on stage and his arms were tied behind his back as he took his place on stage.

Contestant six was Diego, a twenty year old Mexican with blonde tips on the ends of his jet black hair. He was tall with a pair of huge fuzzy nuts that were tight against his body. 

The seventh and eighth contestants were Zach and Greg, respectively. Zach was a handsome twenty-three year old blonde with a fit swimmer’s build, a handsome smile and a pair of fat ovals swinging between his sack nearly as low as Alex’s. Greg was a ridiculously handsome British thirty-something with vivid red hair and a medium athletic but not overly-muscular build. His toothy Devil-may-care grin made him look younger than he was and he radiated a sense of optimism and excitement that totally contradicted the grave danger he was putting his manhood in. As his arms were being tied behind his back and his legs secured to the wood slab he was standing in front of he gave the audience one last smile as he waited for the games to begin.

Kyle and Nigel were the final two contestants. Twenty-five year old Kyle was so handsome Dominik was surprised he wasn’t a literal model. The athletic Black man had a set of hefty nuts swinging between his runner’s legs. Nigel was a rugged looking forty-year old with a mess of shaggy black hair on top of his round face, a thick beard and thick black hair covering his pecs and abs and a pair of plump oval nuts stretching his sack nearly bursting between his legs.

As playful music sounded in the area, all ten contestants were secured tightly to their respective white wood slabs. Their arms were tied tightly behind their backs, straps were secured across their chests and abs to hold them upright and in place, their legs were bound wide and spread open by ropes that were wrapped around their thighs, calves and ankles then tied around the back of the posts making them totally incapable of closing their legs. Most importantly all ten pairs of nuts had been forced to the absolute bottom of their sacks by at least a dozen thick silicone rings hugging the necks of their sacks. For the low hangers like Alex and Nigel it was at worst mildly uncomfortable but for contestants like Diego with a naturally tight sack the strong tug was creating an unbearable ache on their boys. Regardless of their natural swing, the rings had achieved their desired effect, causing all ten pairs of heavy testicles to be pulled so far in their bags that the skin was stretched, shiny and looking extremely vulnerable, especially when compared to the bright white, hard surface they were hovering in front of. The cameras panned all of the contestant’s defenseless bags, lingering over each set just long enough for the audience to burst into cheers.

For the player’s benefit, Dominik briefly went over the rules again and pointed out that a scoreboard was also hanging over the audience facing the stage so that the contestants could see their scores.

“...Oh, and one more thing! There are special symbols hidden on the board. Just to keep things fun!”

The screens showed an animation of two 3D stars rotating, one red and one yellow. Text and a pleasant sounding female voice explained each symbol’s purpose.

“A red star will instantly reduce a player’s score to zero and unleash their ultimate punishment!” 

Alex gulped.

Dominik flexed his muscles as he eyed the players, lingering over Kabe’s tatted, fit body. The handsome man looked at Dominik pleadingly but that only seemed to fill Dominik with more bloodlust. 

“...and if someone finds a yellow star, the score for two random players will drop immediately to zero and they’ll be out of the game.”

The audience whooped in delight as the contestants eyed each other nervously. The game was already going to be a wild crap shoot but the last minute twist of having instant-elimination made the stakes so much higher. Greg was visibly sweating, Juan was shaking though no one could tell since his small muscly body was tied so tightly in place, his legs permanently spread and his fat huevos in full display, easily accessible. 

A neon sign lit up telling the audience to applaud, as if they needed any motivation, as Dominik announced they were cutting to a commercial break before the game began. During the break, Dominik and the stage assistants walked up to each player and placed a small bright yellow pill into his mouth and each contestant obediently swallowed it. Kabe seemed especially nervous and his heart was pounding as he felt the pill slide down his throat. Within less than a minute he felt his dick start to get heavy as it started swelling fuller and thicker with each heartbeat. By the time the commercial break was over all ten cocks were at maximum hardness, jutting out away from their bodies and looking so bloated Dominik was surprised some of the fat dicks weren’t bursting like sausages. Whatever drug the contestants had been given was clearly effective; Nigel was so aroused he was moaning as his pumped up cock throbbed sticking out nearly a foot from his body with its huge mushroom head bright red and literally dripping with precum.

“Welcome back!” Dominik announced to the audience at home. 

“So we’ve given our studs a little something to keep their cocks out of the way,” Dominik chuckled as he walked up to Alex and grabbed the blonde’s enormous ten inch cock with his hand. Alex gasped in pleasure and his eyes rolled back in his head, he felt like he was going to blow his pent up load just from Dominik’s rough touch.

“...We wouldn’t want those floppy dicks to block the view,” 

The camera panned over each contestant's crotch. With their dicks permanently hard and protruding it made the bound hanging nuts look even more endangered. Dominik walked the line checking out each contestant, checking their bindings and gratuitously fondling their horse dicks and defenseless balls. 

“Nice set!” Dominik remarked in genuine praise when he got to Kabe. He ran his hands down Kabe’s chiseled, slim stomach until grasping his truly gargantuan fourteen inch dick with both hands, squeezing it viscously.

Kabe let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with a squeal of pain as a stream of precum oozed out of his dick. He moaned despite his growing panic as the drugs made him feel so horny he thought he was going to cum on the spot. Dominik finished his examination by cupping Kabe’s big ball bag in his hands and giving them a playful squeeze.

“I can’t wait to pop these,” he whispered in Kabe’s ear with a twisted malice that filled Kabe’s chest with a quickening panic. 

After he was done with his inspection, rousing music ushered in the start of the game. The screens all flashed ‘Round One’.

(more detailed contestant profiles can be found on the Meet the Contestants page here)

Tune in next week for Round 1! 

Carlos

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

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

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

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

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

Carlos tried to play it off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright, show me how to do it."

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

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

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

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

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

Dave pretended to apologize and loosened his grip.

"I have an idea..."

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

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

"Really?" Carlos moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll be right back..."

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

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

"What're you gonna' do man?"

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

"Looks like someone likes it!" Dave laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dave..."

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

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

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

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

"Oooh!"

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

"Holy fuck!"

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

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

"Ready to cum yet?" Dave smiled.

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

"Crush it flat! Make me cum!"

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

"AAUUGGHHH"

Carlos screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

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

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

"Fuck yes! Bust them, Dave!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuckin' bitch..."

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

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

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

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

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

"PLEASE STOMP THEM INTO PASTE!"

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

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

"HARDER!"

SQUISH

"HARDER!"

SMASH

"HARDER!!"

THUNK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"DO IT!"

CRUNCH

Carlos' mind went blank.

SPLAT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You sure, bro? No take backs?"

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

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

SPLOTCH

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

"Holy fuck...!"

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

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

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

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

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

"DO IT!"

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

Dr. Blade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not so hard, doc. Nice and gentle,” 

“Sorry,” Dr. Blade lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please!” 

“I think it’s working...”

CRUNCH

SPLITCH

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

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

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

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

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

“No. Please don’t!” 

SPLOTCH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Greg nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

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

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

“Why did you...Oooh!”

CRUNCH

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

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

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

“No! Please!” 

CRUNCH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SLOTCH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, lemme’ grab some lube for you,”

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

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

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

“Oh almost forgot the lube,”

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

“What the fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not my nuts! I want kids, man!” 

WHIR--SPLOOOOTCH

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

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

“Oh shit!” 

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