Friday, January 27, 2017

Sammy the ball doctor: Treating Ben

I’m experimenting with saline injections in this story so if you’re afraid of needles or don’t care for testicle enlargement you might want to skip this one. Let me know what you think. :-))


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben and Sammy (click for pictures)

Ben stretched his arms and grinned. The 20 year old stud was wearing a shirt and blue jeans that seemed to sit a little too tight for comfort. His muscular thighs were stretching the denim fabric, and his bulge looked a little squished. The outline of his genitalia was very visible: The nuts were separated by the seam, and his dick was competing for space with his left nut. It looked as if he had stuffed two kiwis and a cucumber down his pants.

“This is going to be fun”, Sammy chuckled, glancing at Ben’s crotch.

A friend of mine was a doctor, and I had persuaded him to let us use his practice as a film set after hours. He had no idea that what we were filming, and I had no intention of telling him. We made sure to leave the room exactly the way we found it – but I am sure we had missed a splotch of jizz on the floor now and then. So far, he had never raised any questions.

Sammy was wearing a doctor’s coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Underneath, the lanky 18 year old was shirtless. He absentmindedly ran his hand over his hairless chest. The other hand was buried inside the pocket of his sagging jeans.

“Ben”, I said with a smile, handing him a sealed envelope. “Here are your instructions. You play a patient who is coming to see the doctor.”

Ben looked at the envelope. Then he looked at me. “I thought I could decide what the reason for the appointment is.”

“Well”, I said, “you can’t.” I pointed at the envelope. “This has everything you need to know.”

Ben grimaced. “I hope it’s nothing bad.”

“Don’t worry”, Sammy smiled brightly. “You are in very good hands.” He cracked his knuckles and winked at Ben.

Ben gulped and walked out, closing the door behind him.

I walked behind the camera and looked at my cameraman Chad. “Ready?”

“Ready”, Chad mumbled.

“Okay”, I said. “Action!”

The door opened.

“Cut!” I said. “Ben, you have to knock before you---“

“This is wrong”, Ben interrupted me, waving the envelope.

I raised my eyebrows. “No, it isn’t. Go back to your spot and wait for my sign.”

“But it won’t work”, Ben insisted.

“You’ll make it work”, I said. “You are a great actor.”

It was a lie, but I said it very convincingly.

Ben stared at me. “But it’s not true.”

“That’s why it’s called acting”, I said patiently.

“But everybody will think it’s true”, Ben said.

I sighed and walked over to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Nobody will, Ben. They’ll know you’re acting. Don’t worry.”

Ben looked at me. “You sure?”

“Absolutely”, I said, gently pushing Ben out the door. “Now wait for my signal.”

Grudgingly, he walked out and closed the door.

I looked at Sammy and smiled. “Ready?”

Sammy rubbed his hands. “Fuck yeah!”

I chuckled. “Action!”

I waited for Ben to knock on the door.

Nothing.

“Action!” I yelled again.

Nothing happened.

I rolled my eyes. Just when I thought Ben had left, I heard a very audible sigh, and a knock on the door.

“Come in”, Sammy said cheerfully.

Ben entered the room, visibly uncomfortable.

If I hadn’t known better I would have mistaken Ben’s discomfort as great acting…

“I’m Doctor Tuffnutz”, Sammy said with a smile, shaking Ben’s hand.

I rolled my eyes. I had told Sammy a couple of times that I wasn’t fond of the name but he thought it was funny.

Ben cleared his throat. “Hello Doctor Tuffnutz. My name is Be---“ He paused. Then his face lightened up. “My name is Montgomery and I need your help!”

He sounded as if he had just discovered the Amber Room.

His eyes found mine and he smiled cheerfully, obviously waiting for me to show a sign of approval.

I smiled weakly and nodded.

“Okay”, Sammy chuckled. “Montgomery. You look a lot like another one of my patients, you know. A guy called Ben.”

Ben grinned. “Yeah. I know who you mean. Looks exactly like me. But he’s perfectly healthy. No trouble at all. In fact, he’s so healthy it’s almost scary.”

“I see”, Sammy said flatly. “But I assume you are not, erm, Montgomery?”

“No”, Ben said. “Not at all, Doctor Tuffnutz. I have been taking steroids for a couple of years now.”

Sammy nodded.

“And my nuts, you know”, Ben grimaced. “They’re kinda…”

“Shrinking?” Sammy suggested.

Ben bit his lower lip.

Apparently, even the thought made him cringe.

He gave an almost invisible nod.

Sammy looked at the prominent bulge in Ben’s tight jeans. “They look pretty big to me”, he said.

Ben grinned proudly. “Yeah, they are.”

Sammy looked at him.

“But they have been bigger”, Ben added quickly. “Much bigger.”

Sammy nodded. “Alright, take off your clothes, please.”

Ben nodded and stripped naked.

“Take a seat”, Sammy said, pointing at the gynecological chair in the middle of the room.

Ben did as he was told.

Sammy helped him put his legs into the leg rests.

Ben liked showing off his body, and even though he had a pretty good idea about what was going to happen his thick, long dick was fattening rapidly.

His plump, meaty balls were hanging low in his sack.

“Let’s see”, Sammy said, putting on the earpieces of the stethoscope. He put the resonator against Ben’s left nut.

The cold sensation made Ben’s nuts pull up in their sack, creating a pretty funny visual that made Ben’s testicles look like string puppets.

Ben’s dick reminded me of a sock puppet getting put on by a puppeteer. In a manner of seconds, the sleeping rattlesnake had turned into a raging cobra, rearing its head and pointing at the ceiling.

Sammy had a look of utmost concentration on his face as he switched from Ben’s fat left nut to his right.

“What do you hear, doctor?” Ben said.

“There’s definitely something wrong with them”, Sammy said, taking off the stethoscope. “How long since they were last emptied?”

Ben thought for a second. “A couple of days.”

Sammy nodded. “That’s what I thought.” He sat down on the stool and wheeled between Ben’s spread legs. “This is what I’m going to do. First I’m going to drain your testicles. Then I’ll inflate them to their original size. Finally, I’ll do a little perpetuating work to make sure that they won’t shrink again.” He patted Ben’s nuts gently. “We’ll make sure that those little things will be nice and big again.”

Ben gulped. “That sounds a little painful, doctor.”

“A little?” Sammy smiled. “It’s going to be very painful. But it’ll be worth it. Your testicles will be just as big as before. Maybe even bigger.”

Ben smiled weakly.

While Sammy was preparing everything for the procedure, I turned to my cameraman Chad.

“Inflate?” I mouthed.

Chad shrugged his shoulders.

Ben seemed to be as skeptical as I was. He watched Sammy put a couple of things onto the table, an uneasy expression on his face.

“Let’s start with the draining”, Sammy said cheerfully before spitting into his hands and rubbing them against each other. Then he grabbed Ben’s dick and started stroking it.

Ben let out a moan.

Sammy didn’t act very cautiously. There was nothing erotic or sensual about this hand job. He jerked Ben’s dick as if he was milking a cow, focusing on the result, not on the process itself.

Unfortunately for Ben, Sammy’s goal-driven method involved some rather unorthodox methods.

While busily stroking Ben’s rock-hard rod with one hand, Sammy balled his free hand into a fist and sent it crashing into Ben’s poor nuts, slamming them into his pelvis.

Ben’s eyes opened wide and he let out an anguished wail.

Unperturbed, Sammy repeated the move several times, mercilessly pounding Ben’s balls, driving his knuckles into the tender flesh of Ben’s nuts and squishing them flat.

Ben’s screams echoed through the room as the redhead drove his fist into Ben’s nuts again and again, an impassive expression on his cute face while he stroked Ben’s massive cock feverishly.

Sammy’s success proved him right.

After only a couple of dozen hard punches, Ben shot his load.

It was an explosive orgasm, and Sammy made sure to aim the twitching, throbbing dick at Ben’s own face in order not to get showered in his spunk.

Spurt after spurt of cum splattered into Ben’s pain-contorted face, covering his handsome features in a thick layer of creamy jizz.

Ben was gasping for breath, his eyes wide open and filled in equal parts with pleasure and pain.

“You’re a big shooter”, Sammy smiled, continuing to stroke Ben’s dick.

Ben let out a groan, his face coated in his own salty spunk.

“That’s good”, Sammy continued. “It means we won’t have to repeat this very often.”

“What?!” Ben croaked.

“We’ll repeat this a couple of times until they’re empty”, Sammy explained casually. He switched his stroking hand to avoid fatigue.

“What?!” Ben repeated, his voice cracking.

Sammy just chuckled.

Fortunately, his right hand wasn’t too exhausted to assume its duty on Ben’s nuts. His fist crashed into Ben’s rapidly cum-covered balls, eliciting a shrill scream.

I cringed in sympathy as Sammy wreaked havoc on Ben’s freshly drained nuts.

It took twenty minutes and four more orgasms until Ben’s nuts were completely empty.

The fourth orgasm produced nothing but a tiny little squirt of juice.

Ben was covered in cum and sweat. He looked like he had just crossed the finish line of a marathon under extremely hard conditions, braving a sperm storm.

“Looks like you’re all out of sperm”, Sammy mused, squishing Ben’s nuts between his fingers to squeeze out the last drop of cum left inside.

Ben screamed from the top of his lungs.

“Alright, that was easy”, Sammy smiled, wiping his hands on a towel. “Now comes the tricky part.”

Ben blinked.

His dick was red and sore, and his balls were bruised and swollen.

“I hope you’re not afraid of syringes”, Sammy said casually.

Ben’s eyes widened as Sammy filled a ridiculously large syringe with a clear fluid.

That’s when I knew that Sammy had gone rogue. I had read about saline injections but I had never seen one administered. I hoped to god that Sammy had…

Ben let out a high pitched shriek as Sammy punched the tip of the syringe into his swollen left nut.

I shuddered. From what I had read you didn’t inject the saline solution into the testicle itself but into the scrotum.

I made a mental note to add a “Don’t try this at home” warning to the video description.

Ben stared at his nuts while Sammy pressed the saline solution into his testicle.

When he was done, he repeated the procedure with Ben’s right nut.

Within a few moments, Ben’s balls had puffed up to the size of cantaloupes.

Ben bit his lower lip. “That is… amazing… just… amazing…”

“Alright”, Sammy smiled, gently patting Ben’s ridiculously big balls. “Is that their original size?”

Ben cleared his throat. His eyes were fixed on his bizarrely enlarged testicles. “Well”, he said slowly. “I don’t know.”

I saw Ben’s mind working. He had always been obsessed with the size of testicles. There was an adventurous glimmer in his eyes. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Sammy had opened Pandora’s box.

“They were bigger”, Ben said with a smile, staring lovingly at his huge nuts. “A lot bigger.”

Sammy looked surprise. “So you want another injection?”

“Definitely”, Ben said cheerfully. “Blow them up.”

Sammy raised his eyebrows.

Ben blinked. “I think that came out wrong”, he said sheepishly.

Sammy chuckled and filled up the syringe again.

Ben gritted his teeth, wincing when Sammy pierced his balls, injecting another big load of sile solution.

Predictably, Ben couldn’t get enough. “One more shot”, he said hoarsely, a hungry look in his eyes.

Sammy grinned. “You sure?”

Ben nodded his head. “Definitely.”

By the time Sammy was done, Ben’s nuts had ballooned to the size of melons.

They were dragging his sack down, dangling heavily between his thighs. His dick looked tiny in comparison, like a particularly small pickle next to two giant pumpkins.

It looked positively ridiculous – but Ben seemed to like it.

“Biggest balls in the room”, Ben said, his voice shaking with emotion.

Sammy couldn’t help but chuckle. “So this is their original size?”

“Oh yes”, Ben mumbled. “Oh yes.”

Sammy nodded and put the syringe away. “Now let’s make sure they don’t shrink again.”

Ben couldn’t avert his eyes from his preposterously swollen balls. “Do whatever you need to do, Doctor Tuffnutz.”

Sammy took a step back. “This might hurt just a little.”

Ben nodded, absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on his nuts.

A split-second later, Sammy’s foot connected with Ben’s left nut.

It looked as if Sammy was kicking a soccer ball. It bounced up between Ben’s thighs before falling down again, making his sack swing wildly.

Ben let out a guttural grunt. He was gritting his teeth, forcing himself to keep his eyes open as Sammy aimed for his right testicle.

His foot connected perfectly – which was no surprise. In this state, Ben’s comically large balls were impossible to miss…

Again and again, Sammy kicked Ben’s balls with the force and the determination of a soccer player hell-bent on scoring the winning goal in the World Cup.

Ben was writhing in the gynecological chair, his face contorted in pain.

But he wasn’t trying to get his balls out of harm’s way. On the contrary, he spread his legs as far as he could, making sure Sammy crushed his nuts good and hard with every kick.

“Yes!” he grunted. “Kick them harder! Harder!”

Sammy didn’t need to be told twice.

Time and time again, his foot crashed into Ben’s bloated balls hard, making them bounce in his sack.

It was a sight to behold.

Somehow I got the feeling that Ben was taking things a little too seriously. Apparently, he really thought that kicking his grotesquely inflated testicles would somehow make them stay as big as they were.

I didn’t feel the need to dampen his expectations, and neither did Sammy.

The sound of Sammy’s foot connecting with Ben’s outsized babymakers echoed through the room, mixing with Sammy’s grunts of effort and Ben’s grunts of pain.

After what seemed like at least five dozen kicks, Sammy stopped, panting heavily. “I think that should do”, he said, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

Ben’s face was a mask of pain.

His huge nuts were black and blue.

“Are you sure?” he croaked.

Sammy nodded, breathing heavily. “Pretty sure…”

“That’s not good enough!” Ben grunted. “Kick them some more!”

Sammy looked up, his freckled face heated and sweating.

“What are you waiting for?” Ben insisted. “Kick them some more!”

Sammy chuckled. “Listen, you know that we’re just---“

“Kick them!” Ben interrupted him. “Kick the hell out of them!”

Sammy raised his eyebrows. “But---“

“Kick the fucking hell out of them!” Ben yelled.

Sammy shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.”

With that, Sammy started the second round of nut-kicking, happily crushing poor Ben’s bloated balls with all the force he could muster.

Ben screamed and squealed, writhing and squirming on his seat as Sammy wrecked his manhood.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sammy stopped, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Alright”, he said, gasping for breath. “We’re done.”

“You sure?” Ben whispered. His voice had turned into a throaty wheeze.

“Yes”, Sammy said firmly.

“Really?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was almost cute to see Ben like this – if it weren’t for his ridiculously bloated and severely bruised babymakers…

“Yes”, Sammy said, rolling his eyes. “Now get out. There are other patients I need to see.”

Ben’s pain-contorted face broke into a proud grin as he reached between his thighs and weighed his huge nuts in his hands. “Look at them”, he croaked cheerfully. “They’re fucking huge!”

“Cut!” I yelled. “Thank you, guys. That was pretty awesome.”

Ben didn’t hear me. “I can’t wait to show the guys”, he mumbled with a chuckle. “They’re gonna be so fucking jealous!”

I looked at Sammy.

Sammy shrugged his shoulders.

Together, we helped Ben climb out of the chair.

His knees were wobbly and he almost fell to the ground.

His nuts were dragging his nutsack down, swinging back and forth, making it difficult for Ben to stand upright, let alone walk.

We watched him put on his clothes.

He didn’t even try to stuff his enlarged equipment into his tight jeans. Instead, he let his huge ballsack hang out of his open fly.

It looked like a novelty item, a crude and vulgar joke.

Sammy’s foot had left quite a mark on Ben’s nuts. There were bruises in all the colors of the rainbow.

Maybe Ben was colorblind, maybe he was too infatuated with his extralarge love balloons, maybe the pain had numbed his brain – whatever the reason, Ben was absolutely thrilled about his newly enhanced equipment, and he couldn’t wait to get out and show it to the world.

“Thank you”, he said raspily, beaming with joy as he wobbled out the door. “Thank you so much!”

The door closed behind him.

I looked at Sammy. “A saline injection?!”

“Don’t worry”, Sammy said. “His balls will be back to normal tomorrow.” He chuckled. “Well, at least the saline solution will be gone. Not sure about the bruises…”

I nodded slowly. “I’m not sure he got it”, I said.

Sammy laughed. “You mean he thinks it’s permanent?”

I scratched my head. “He seemed to love it”, I said slowly.

“Well, he can always make another appointment”, Sammy said cheerfully. “Dr. Tuffnutz is always happy to help!”

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh my god! That was brilliant!
Only Ben could be dumb and vain enough to fall for that!
I just wonder who he wants to compare his inflated nuts with now? Kev? Logan? The twins? ZACH?

Let's hope he gets there before they shrivel up!

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :-))

Anonymous said...

I very much liked the story aswell! Reminds me too of the stories where Ben and Kev compare their ball sizes... wonder if they do a rematch now in ball size, after this treatment!

I could very well imagine Ben calling Kev right away once he left, challenging him to another comparison, confident that he'll win this time – so he invites Kev to some extra hard punishes for the guy with the smaller balls. And then, a day later or two when they actually do that comparison, he's in for a big (or should I say, small) surprise when he doesn't have the biggest balls after all... :P

Also wanted to point out, it seems like there half a sentence or so missing in the middle of the story. "His dick was red and sore, and his balls were" What were they?! I need to know! :D

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment! I like your idea. Maybe I'll write a little sequel about what happens when Ben comes home. I'll think about it. :-))

And thanks for telling me about the missing words. Ben's balls are "bruised and swollen" at that point. I have added it in the text. :-))

Toothpick said...

I can't help but imagine Zach wanting the same treatment
Hmmm
Maybe I should schedule an appointment

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, Toothpick!

Scheduling an appointment is not a bad idea - but don't get your hopes up too high: I don't know if Sammy has enough saline solution in store to make your junk look normal... ;-)

Anonymous said...

Just another thought about the possible sequel (at least let me share my fantasy!)...so Ben goes back to the dorm all excited about showing off his monster nuts! He sees kev and says something like "dude I've got the worst case of blue balls, my nuts feel huge". Kev just laughs about Ben's "tiny raisins" so they compare nuts. The saline has started to drain away but Ben's balls are still about the size of Zach's and he wins by a clear margin. Kev protests about Ben cheating but Ben just flexes his muscles and boots his roommate in the junk and rushes out.
Beating kev (again) has sent his ego spiralling and now he wants more glory. He's ready for a bigger challenge! He rushes out and eventually finds the rest of the boys. He dares any of them to challenge the "biggest balls in the room". Loser gets busted!
His beloved balls are still slightly inflated and he scrapes a narrow victory in the first challenge from Logan. But now the big boys are ready for him...the twins, Cal and Zach! Surely even Ben knows he's in trouble?
Will Ben get utterly humiliated ?
Can he somehow escape this nightmare?
Does Simon have his syringe handy?

The suspense is even killing me!
Reg

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, Reg! I like your ideas. I'm developing a sequel right now and I'll see if I can use some of your ideas. :-))