So here's a mini story. In this age of viruses and vaccines it seem appropriate to do a medical BB/TT story. Not sure if it's sexy or just violent. Anywho, cheers and Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!!
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The Serum
Dr.
Hawkstadd looked down at his trussed-up victim and looked into the man’s eyes.
Those blue eyes were wide with fright and panic. The man was naked, his huge
dong laying on his stomach and his fat, ripe balls resting between the man’s
legs on the table. The Doctor smiled and started to talk.
“Mr.
Pilkes, I’m going to inject the contents of this syringe into your testicles.
We will then see what they do to you. I don’t envy you the torture you are about
to endure, but I think it will be pleasantly entertaining. At least for me. Are
you ready?” The terrified man shook his head, but that was all he could do. His
mouth was taped over with duct tape and he was otherwise unable to move
Dr.
Hawkstadd hefted the man’s balls with his left hand and brought the syringe
with the serum in it to hover over the man’s fat right ball. At the last moment
he said, “Oh, and Mr. Pilkes, remember, this is for posterity and scientific
exploration, so, don’t resist it. Ok?” The doctor then plunged the hypodermic
needle into heart of the black-haired man’s nut and pushed the plunger,
injecting half of the serum into it. The man groaned into the back of his throat.
Then the physician pulled out the needle and did the same for the left
testicle. The man groaned again. The initial injection had a stinging, burning
sensation, like being bitten by a black widow spider or stung by a scorpion.
The
evil doctor set the empty syringe aside and then began to squeeze and
manipulate the man’s cajones. From his years of torturing helpless males, he
had learned that squeezing and massaging the balls after an injection not only
made the experience more painful, but it helped the ball-meat to absorb and
react the serum that much quicker.
“So,
Mr. Pilkes I’m sure you’re wondering what this is all about. Well I’m a sadist
at heart, and so in my spare time I used the hospital’s lab and technical resources
to concoct a serum that causes excruciating pain to the gonads, causes them to
swell and eventually rupture and will also make you horny as hell. It’s the
personal culmination of my life’s work, and I plan to record all your suffering.
Then I plan to torture you in some other ways, mostly for my own amusement,
until you have such an overwhelming experience that your heart stops. Don’t
worry, I’ll bury you under some bulbs I planted. You’ll bring life to that
whole section of my garden.”
Dr.
John Hawkstadd turned on all the lights, the four cameras and his laptop and
then sat down at his desk. He’d removed the tape from the man’s mouth. Now the victim
was moaning.
“Please,
please, let me go. I promise not to press charges, JUST LET ME GO!!!!” the man
cried.
“Not
a chance. Now, what do you feel in your balls, Mr. Pilkes?”
“Oh
GOD. It’s like the inside of my balls are roasting over an open fire. Oh my GOD!!!
It hurts so bad!”
Dr. Hawkstadd watched the man’s penis
via the cameras. It began to pulse and move and lengthen. After a few minutes
the man’s full length of it, a good nine inches, thick and fat (John had
specifically chosen this man because of his huge wedding tackle) was pulsing
with life and male virility.
“Good,
good. The serum has fully kicked in and we are seeing its work on the parasympathetic
nervous system. Are you feeling randy now, Mr. Pilkes? Do you feel the urge to masturbate?”
The
helpless man mumbled something. “I’m sorry, Mr. Pilkes. Could you speak up?
Future generations of scientists will want to examine every part of your
experience.”
“FUCK
YOU. Oh god. My dick, my balls. It hurts so MUCH. NNnnnggghhhh”
“Yes,
well. Could you say a bit more?”
“I
FUCKING HATE YOU,” he yelled. The man’s testicles were now visibly swelling and
the tip of his dick was excreting a pulsing load of clear pre-jack. The man’s jewels
were not only swelling but twisting and writhing in their sack. The man had a
particularly loose and voluminous scrotum, which left plenty of room for the
gonads to expand and squirm.
“Of
course you do. I’d hate myself too if I were in your position. But that’s not
what we’re here for. OK. Let me lubricate your cock and we’ll see what happens.”
John got up and walked over to his victim. He picked up some surgical-grade
lubricant and squirted a heavy dollop onto his other hand. Then he massaged it
into his blue-glove and the grasped the man’s penis. With a slow and methodical
rhythm, he began to jack the man off. With his free hand he reached down and
squeezed the man’s writhing bollocks. The more that he squeezed the growing glands,
the more Andre Pilkes cried and moaned.
STROKE
STROKE STROKE
SQUEEZE
SQUEEZE SQUEEZE
“AAAAHHHHHHHHH.
YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! LEAVE MY FUCKING BALLS ALONE.” A horrible pain engulfed
his glands and traveled into the pit of stomach. His nuts felt like a bicycle
pump was blowing them up from the inside out.
John
continued to stroke the man’s huge cock. More precum was dribbling out its tip.
Each time the man arched his back a fresh squirt of man-juice would jump out, coating
the man’s ripped stomach with sticky fluid. Tears were now streaming down Andre’s
cheeks. He was truly suffering an experience that no sane male should have to
have. His nuts were swelling up and filling up his nut sack whilst his cock was
extracting sperm from them and causing untold anguish.
“So,
Mr. Pilkes, what are you feeling now? Anything exciting or illuminating? Do
tell.” Dr. Hawkstadd smiled at the man on the table below him. It was always thrilling
to have his victims fall apart mentally as well as physically.
“FUCKING
FUCK. You’re going to BURN IN HELL for this. Oh, my BALLS, my FUCKING BALLS.”
“Now,
now Mr. Pikles, there’s no need for bad language. Hmmm. I think it’s time to
make some more room for your balls. Let me go get my scalpel.” John let the
dick in his hand drop onto the man’s stomach and got up. He went to his black
bag of medical equipment and retrieved his scalpel.
He
went back to his victim. By now the man’s balls had blown up to the size of large
oranges and his scrotum needed to be removed to allow them to further expand.
“Have
you ever seen a naked pair of testicles, Mr. Pilkes?” Dr. Hawkstadd casually
lifted up the man’s whole ballbag and slit it down the middle. The two grossly
huge babymakers dropped out. In between thrashes, Andre looked down at his now
exposed balls and made a small whimper.
“Mr.
Pilkes do think there’s anything that can make your pain worse? Let’s see.” The
doctor got a squeeze bottle of alcohol and used it to clean off the testicles.
Andre naturally screamed at this. Now his balls were burning on the outside as
well as the inside. The growing testes were starting to leak steam and Andre’s
cock looked fit to burst.
John
put the alcohol aside, relubed his glove and went back to masterbating the
sweating, writhing man on the table. With his right hand he jacked and with his
left he began to punch the white testicles on the table. First, he’d punch one,
then the other. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM. The nuts would compress then swell a little
bit more, each time. To the touch, John’s eggs were getting tight and puffy,
like brioche buns. Shiny with sweat. Andre jumped with each punch but his cock was
getting set to blow it’s wad. Dr. Hawkstadd knew this man’s body was reaching a
critical mass and it was time for his nuts to burst and his cum to burst too.
Faster
and faster John stroked the huge penis in his hand and made sure that the
cameras could clearly see the balls’ final destruction.
“Now,
Mr. Pilkes you’re approaching destruction, would like to comment?” All Andre
could do was scream, louder, louder, louder until it actually hurt John’s ears.
In
one shrill cry that threatened to explode a near glass jar nearby, Andre
screamed like a girl in a horror movie and both testicles exploded with a huge
BANG and from his boner a HUGE stream of cum erupted. In one second Dr. Hawkstadd
sat covered in orange baby maker goo and pearly cum. The sensations of pain and
pleasure knocked Andre Pilkes passed out cold, his body glistening with sweat.
“Well,
Mr. Pilkes, you’ve made quite a mess.” He patted the man’s shoulder softly. And
looked down at his own white smock, now plastered with body fluids. What was
left the man’s balls were steaming and the cock was now shriveling up. Time to
inject the Beuthanasia and put this poor fellow out of his misery. It was a
lovely day to do a bit of gardening!
