"I mean, they /look/ like a punching bag. Free workout!"

A very short snippet from FurAffinity. It translated well to human characters, so I thought, why not post it here? Enjoy!

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"You know, speed bags have that shape for a reason." The brunette threw another right hook, the bag swinging sharply with the impact. "It's not like somebody thought it up from scratch. Nature perfected the design ages ago."

Above her, Noah let out a guttural groan, his abdomen rippling in barely contained agony. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edges of the chair, his legs spread wide, his rear perched on the edge of the seat to let his testicles dangle low in the open air. "Gina, please–!"

Thump thump. She glanced upwards from her cross-legged position on the floor, a frown on her face. "Honey, I thought we agreed about this! We were going to start working out more."

"This wasn't what I had in mind," he coughed. Sure, working out together as a couple had sounded fun – and when she had thrown in the idea of doing it in the nude, his libido had jumped at the chance. Now, though, he was beginning to wonder if his libido would ever jump again.

His girlfriend shook her head, turning back to her work. A jab-cross combination this time, earning a strained grunt from her man. "We talked through this, love. It's like a gym membership AND self-defense classes AND together time all in one. Three birds with one stone." She glanced down at her lover's groin and grinned. "Er, two stones, rather."

Noah started to stutter a reply, but could only get out a squeak as his naked girlfriend slammed an uppercut between his thighs. Her knuckles pounded his heavy spunkmakers up against the underside of the chair, digging deep dents in the side of each orb. He could almost picture his unborn children, wiped out by the millions with each blow.

"Besides," she continued, brushing the hair from her eyes, "I read in Cosmo that all these nut-punches in a row are supposed to give you, like, CRAZY endorphins. It's like runner's high times a thousand. I'm kinda jealous."

Another punishing uppercut, and the edge of the wooden chair splintered in his grip. "STOP," he squeaked, eyes watering and unfocused.

Gina paused, then lowered her fists reluctantly. "Oh fine, you big baby." She rolled her eyes. "You wanna work on grip strength next, or kickboxing?"

Pounding the (s)pud(s)

Hey there! It'd been forever since I posted an update here, so I thought it was about time.

This is a continuation of Dragon Slaying, my dragon ballbusting series*, but it's been modified to just be about plain ol' humans. Brief background: The narrator is a dude, Lia is his girlfriend. She has a huge kink for ballbusting, which he begrudgingly puts up with. Hijinx ensue.

Enjoy! Comments appreciated – I'm unsure if anyone actually reads this blog :P

* Yep, I'm weird! Still, if you're willing to try reading something with humanoid animal characters, there are several great furry ballbusting series out there from myself and others – Dragon Slaying, A Gryphon's Tale, and Tales from the Cat House, just to get started. There's hours of great reading there – give them a look!

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"How's the view?"

"Mmm...stunning as always." I looked over the naked brunette below me. Lia was face-down on the mattress, her arms stretched to the headboard, her legs close together. Her back was a sea of smooth skin, her shoulder muscles shifting as she settled into a comfortable position. She stretched out her legs as well, toes curling as she worked the day’s soreness from her extremeties. Her thighs and calves were gorgeous, sculpted things – though at this point in our relationship, I had difficulty thinking about her legs without picturing her knee buried in my groin. Still, awfully attractive.

And her ass...well, that was what I was here for. Two perfect globes, round and firm, with just the right amount of jiggle when you slapped them. (Ironically, it occurs to me that Lia would probably say the exact same thing about my two globes.) Lovingly I reached out a hand, allowing myself a quick grope as I shifted myself into position. I knelt above my girlfriend, straddling her lower body, her legs between my spread thighs.

Lia grinned at the touch, wiggling her butt in response. "And how are the boys?"

I exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to lower myself and simply start penetrating her from behind. Instead I remained upright and shifted backwards a bit, until my hips were even with the backs of her knees. "They're still a bit sore, to be honest. Take it easy on me this time?"

"Hmmmm." Slowly she bent one leg behind her, raising her foot until it touched against the underside of my scrotum. She nudged my balls gently, lifting the heavy orbs and allowing them to roll off the sole of her foot. "No promises."

I shivered as her foot drifted a few inches higher, rubbing against the base of my already-throbbing cock. Letting Lia's foot near my junk was always a risky proposition, but at least in this particular situation I knew what to expect.

Sure enough, before I had time to steel myself, she had started. She lowered her foot for a brief moment before kicking it up playfully. The ball of her foot struck my hanging sac with a fleshy smack, sending my two orbs swinging forwards.

"Oogh." I groaned automatically in pain, even as a clear shot of pre burst from the end of my cock to splatter on the back of her bare thigh.

"Mmm," she crooned.

We'd been trying out this routine for a few weeks now – whenever Lia wasn’t in the mood, but I still wanted her help to get off, she’d drag me into the bedroom for some quick relief. Now that we were dating, she was more than happy to be my own personal pin-up model...but as always, there was a catch. One that involved a bit of ballbusting. As with most things involving Lia and my testicles, I wasn't entirely sure why I’d ever agreed, but at least once a week I'd find myself kneeling over her in bed, stroking myself as a foot smacked up between my legs. Sometimes it'd turn her on, and we'd end up having sex afterward anyway.

Most of the time, though, it was just a fancier form of masturbation. Speaking of which:

"You gonna start stroking yourself?" Lia asked, her voice teasing. She had raised her foot once more, and now it nudged up against the bottom of my balls. "Because I don't plan to stop kicking until you do."

"Yes ma'am," I grunted, wrapping my fingers around my stiff length. No sooner had I done so than her foot shot upwards once again, striking my spunkmakers hard enough to make them bounce up against my hand. Another low groan left my mouth as I hunched over, planting my other hand against the mattress for support.

Lia glanced back sheepishly, blushing. "Whoops, that was maybe a bit harder than I meant." She bit her lip. "You are pretty cute when you groan, though."

I sniggered, and bent over a little further to plant a quick peck on her lower back. "Just don't break anything."

"Nnn." Her hips shifted a bit, possibly to grind her clit against the bed beneath her. "I'll do my best."

I straightened up once more, my hand moving from the bed to my girlfriend’s rump. Once again I gave the firm flesh a squeeze, growling in satisfaction. Beneath me, Lia murmured pleasantly, rubbing the top of her foot against against my manhood. Another line of pre dribbled down my length, a drop or two falling to the bedspread.

I jumped in place as Lia kicked upwards with her other foot, catching my gonads softly but squarely and sending a jolt of nutache through my gut. I moaned in arousal and discomfort as she trapped my spuds between her feet, gently squeezing the swollen orbs as my fist continued to pump away just above.

I rarely lasted more than a few minutes like this, and today was no exception. Already I could feel an orgasm approaching – the sight of Lia’s curves spread out before me, combined with my testicles' instinctual urge to get out of harm's way as soon as possible, meant that my body was quickly preparing to blow.

"You getting close?" Lia asked, more a statement than a question.

I bit my lip. "Hnnf...yes," I admitted. I'd tried to hide my impending orgasm from her once, and she hadn't been pleased. As much as a few back kicks might sting, they were nothing like the prolonged squeezes she'd given me once for finishing without a warning.

"Mmm." The brunette shifted a bit, lowering her legs for a moment as she found a more comfortable position. After a few seconds her foot rose once again, carefully moving to cradle my jewels, lifting them up until they pressed against the base of my shaft. I shuddered at the touch, and my cock gave another involuntary twitch, firing a third shot of pre that landed on one of Lia's ass cheeks.

Lia inhaled in surprise, then almost purred, shifting her hips once more to grind against the bed. "That's it, stud." Her voice was calm and steady, her touch reassuring. "Cum for me. Gimme that spunk."

Her foot lowered for a short moment before thumping up between my legs, squashing my gonads against the hard bone of my pelvis. I gasped as my left nut took the brunt of the blow, the oft-abused sphere radiating a familiar ache through my gut.

Still, aching nuts or no, I was ready to blow. My fist slid up and down, my member pulsing in my grip. "Mrrgh! Oh fuck, I–...I'm gonna–!"

Lia looked back over her shoulder, smirking as she brought her foot up several times in rapid succession: thump, thump, thump. None of the blows were very hard – just love taps by Lia's standards – but I was on the edge of orgasm, and every sensation felt magnified by a thousand. I let out a guttural groan as her toes slapped up into my ballsac, sending my orbs bouncing like a pair of ping pong balls. I began to double over again, and planted my hand on her ass for support; Lia moaned and brought her foot up hard, hard enough to drive the breath out of me–

My cock throbbed and unleashed a long rope of seed across her rear, a thick glob of white that cut across the smooth curve of her backside. That rope was followed by a second rope, then a third – and then a fourth rope that managed to reach all the way to Lia's shoulder, thanks to some extra momentum from one last mid-orgasm kick. That final blow finally brought me down, and I collapsed on top of my girlfriend, my shaft still twitching forcefully against her bare thigh as it delivered a few last spurts of my genetic gift.

For a long moment, I simply lay there and moaned – in pain or ecstasy, I'm not sure which. (Probably both.) Beneath me, Lia squirmed for a few seconds, one of her hands sliding down towards her sex. I could feel her body tense and relax beneath me as her fingers reached their goal, her hips starting to move against the bed again.

"Mmph." Her voice was thick with arousal now. She rolled onto her side, hand busy between her legs. "Think you can be ready again in a few minutes?"

My cock throbbed once more, and I nodded. "Hell yes."

Snippet: The Beach House

Hey -- I know I haven't posted anything here in forever, so I thought I'd post part of a work-in-progress that I might not ever finish.

The basic plot is something like this: two guys and their girlfriends go on a trip to a beach house, and end up discovering that they're all into BB. Furthermore, judging from their particular preferences, it seems like both couples might be better off swapping partners. It's not a very realistic premise, but it's certainly a fun one to write about.

Anyway, that should be enough background for this one scene. I'm doubtful I'll ever finish this whole story, but maybe I'll finish another scene or two at some point in the future :) Enjoy!

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I woke up the next morning to a sudden shock of pain, and opened my eyes to find a topless Jane seated between my legs, pinching one of my balls between her fingers.

"Oogh," I grunted, unprepared for the sudden ache rising again in my gut. "Ow...couldn't you have at least waited until I woke up?"

"You were taking too long," she replied. She gave my nut another rough squeeze, earning another pained grunt in response. "Besides, if you're planning to sleep in the buff I think your balls are fair game."

That was true -- after the events of last night, I'd fallen into bed without bothering to put anything on. Currently I was sprawled out on my back, my legs loosely spread, presenting the world with a pair of a bare balls and an obvious case of morning wood. And of course, my erection was only getting stronger with Jane fondling my junk.

I shook my head and tried to focus. "Are the others up yet?"

"Yeah, Sara and Martin are downstairs making breakfast. Eggs, I think." She grinned. "Scrambled eggs, if Sara has anything to say about it."

Now that was a mental image --  my girlfriend's foot buried in my best friend's balls. I would've felt dirty for thinking about it if I hadn't seen it myself just last night. I could only hope that Martin felt as comfortable with his own girlfriend busting my spuds.

Speaking of which...I sucked down another breath as Jane rolled my nut carefully in her fingers, always keeping a steady pressure on the sensitive sphere. It was hard to think about much else while she was down there between my legs, poking and prodding -- even her bare, near-perfect breasts failed to draw much of my attention.

Of course, by now I was as hard as a rock -- it was hard to avoid that with a girl feeling you up and all. I might have felt a bit more embarrassed about it if she didn't seem so focused on playing with my gonad. She certainly seemed to know what she was doing. My toes curled as her grip tightened for a moment, my testicles crying out at the abuse. Heck, with the way her nails were digging into the side, if she squeezed any harder I'd be in some serious trouble. It probably wouldn't take all that much force to...

"Have you ever thought about popping one?" I asked.

Jane stopped in her examination and looked up at me. "Why, are you offering?"

I blushed. Why had I even asked that? "Uh, n-no," I stammered, back-pedalling quickly, "I was just, uh...curious."

She chuckled. "Relax, I wasn't serious." She turned her gaze back to my ballsac. "Yeah, I've thought about it before. Never actually done it, but a girl can dream, right?"

"R-right."

She smiled at the nervousness in my voice, but didn't look up. "It's kind of sexy to think about, though. Actually, I used to -- wait, no, I can't tell you that."

That got my attention. "Tell me what?" I asked.

Her face started turning red. "It's way too embarrassing."

"Aww," I whined. I couldn't let her drop the subject that easily. "Come on, I promise I won't tell."

"Well..." She bit her lip. "Promise?"

"I won't tell a soul."

"Not even Martin?"

"Not even Martin."

"Well...okay." She smiled up at me. "But if you do tell, I promise you this nut is as good as peanut butter."

I yelped as she jabbed her thumb roughly into the center of my left nut, the rubbery orb sending a wave of nausea up my spine. "U-understood," I coughed, trying not to squirm.

"Good." She eased up on the plump egg, allowing it to reassume its usual oval shape, but continued to play roughly with my testicles as she talked. "So this one time, I was, uh...masturbating."

This was already off to a good start. "Mmm-hmm."

"This was at home, in my room, so it must have been...let's see...it must have been the summer before freshman year, before I started college. I think it was a weekday night, and it had been super-humid all day, so I ended up taking my top off, and eventually I ended up taking all my clothes off, and then one thing led to another -- you know what I mean."

I dumbly nodded my assent, my eyes returning to her exposed rack for a moment.

"Right. Well, obviously I've got a thing for ballbusting, so sometimes when I'm jilling off I like to squeeze something -- pretending it was some poor guy's nuts in my hand. At the time I had this nice-sized little stress ball that sat on my desk, a little bigger than a golf ball, and any time I wanted to fantasize about ballbusting I'd grab it and just, y'know, crush away. It was squishy enough that it felt sorta realistic, so I, uh...I ended up spending a lot of time with this stress ball," she admitted somewhat sheepishly.

"Right."

"Yeah. So anyway, like I said, I was jilling off and squeezing this stress ball without thinking about it, because y'know, it's a stress ball -- you're supposed to be able to squeeze it as hard as you want. But I guess I'd just used the ball too many times, or maybe I was a little hornier than usual, because just as I was about to cum, I squeezed as hard as I could and it, uh..." She blushed. "It exploded."

"Exploded?"

"Yeah, you know...it burst. Little bits of squishy ball stuffing going everywhere." Jane looked back down at my package. "And of course, in my little fantasy it was some man's junk, so the second I felt it collapse I had this crazy orgasm -- for a few seconds I swear I couldn't even see."

She seemed pretty embarrassed by this point, but I was more turned on than I thought possible. My right nut was still trapped between her fingers, her thumb pressing firmly into the side, her grip loosening and tightening as she told her story. I shot a glance downwards at my groin, watching for a moment as the rubbery sphere trembled in place. Just above my member was practically ready to explode, a clear dribble of precum running down the length of my shaft.

"So...that's the story?" I asked, breathlessly.

"Well no," she continued, "see, that's not even the embarrassing part. The thing is, when the stress ball burst, it made this really loud popping sound, like a balloon or something. Like, really loud -- way louder than if one of these boys burst."

I inhaled sharply as she gave my ball another squeeze, the already aching orb crying out at the additional abuse.

"So naturally," she continued, "my mother just happens to be walking down the hall at the same time, and hears this random loud noise coming from my room, and so she just has to peek inside to make sure I'm alright."

Despite the increasing ache in my groin, I was listening intently. "Oh no. Tell me she didn't--"

"Yep," she finished, in a voice that was halfway between a giggle and a strong blush. "She opened the door and peeked inside, and I was still, uh...'in the act', so to speak. And with stress ball guts all over me." Jane winced. "She closed the door right away and just kept walking, but I'm pretty sure she still thinks I've got some sort of weird stuffing fetish or something."

I winced -- for more than one reason, as she adjusted her grip yet again. "Oof. That sucks -- I'm sorry."

"Eh, whatever. I try not to be too bothered by what my mom thinks." Jane glanced down at my somewhat distorted spuds. "Besides, she's not entirely wrong -- I do have some pretty weird fetishes. Fantasizing about exploding nuts and all…"

My heart skipped a beat at that comment -- and I imagine my shaft gave a pretty forceful twitch as well. Did the girl realize what kind of effect she was having on me? I was just begging she would notice and take pity on me before my cock did some exploding of its own--

"What about you?" Jane asked, suddenly relinquishing her grip and switching to my other testicle.

"Huh?" I asked, grunting as the pain let up in one of side of my gut and suddenly spiked on the opposite side. Oh, that ache was to die for...

"Have you ever thought about popping a testicle? Maybe letting a pretty girl burst one of yours?" She grinned, accentuating her statement with a playful squeeze.

Again, it was all I could do not to just let loose then and there. "U-uh..." I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of some of the dryness in my mouth. "Yeah, I've...I've thought about it."

"When you're fantasizing?"

"Yeah." I groaned, unable to resist shifting my hips slightly as she assaulted my aching nugget. "It's good...nngh...good jerk-off material."

She chuckled, her eyes flicking up to my erection for a moment before turning back to my family jewels. "Mmm, I can imagine. So how does it happen? Kicked one too many times?"

Despite the complete alien-ness of the situation, It felt strangely normal to be sharing these things with her, things I hadn't shared with anyone until just a few days ago. Or maybe it was just the grip around my stones -- it was hard to say no with my balls inside her fist. "Uh, it depends. Usually by squeezing, I guess -- during sex or something. The girl gets too excited and she -- oogh -- she ends up going too far."

"Interesting." Her gaze remained locked on my crotch. "And who's the one doing the popping in these fantasies? Is it Sara?"

I inhaled sharply as one of my nuts slipped out from between her fingers, sending a fresh wave of nausea through my gut before she could trap it once again. "Yeah, most of the time. Her or...uh." I blushed. "Her or someone else."

I knew immediately that I shouldn't have said so much. I hoped Jane would drop the subject, but instead her face lit up. For the first time in several minutes, she looked directly at me. "Who's the other person?"

I struggled for an appropriate answer. "It's--...It's embarrassing."

"Hey, I told you my embarrassing story," she protested. Her lips drew into a smirk. "I promise I won't tell Sara, if that's what you're worried about."

"U-uh…" My heart was pounding. Even with all that had happened in the past day, what could I say? How could I possibly tell her that my other fantasy girl was actually here, in this room -- and already much closer to popping my balls than I had ever thought possible?

Then again, my long pause spoke for itself. When I looked back at Jane, the look in her eyes told me that she knew everything. And if that wasn't clear enough:

"This mystery girl," she said, scooting a bit closer. "You think about her a lot?"

"Y-yeah," I stammered.

She rose to her hands and knees -- keeping one hand wrapped tightly around my sac, my nuts squashed agonizingly flat in her fingers. A predatory grin spread across her face as she began to crawl forward. "And you like it when she crushes your balls?"

"Ah!" I couldn't help but gasp as her grip continued to tighten, her breasts now pressed up against my bare chest as she slid up my body. "Y-yes!"

And now -- now she was all but on top of me. I shuddered as she leaned in to nibble at my ear, her breath hot on my neck. "And if she really," she whispered, "really wanted to pop one…would you let her?"

For a moment, I froze -- but only until she squeezed. I squealed at the sudden flood of pain as she bore down on my trapped twins, crushing the poor orbs like oranges in a juicer, the sensation more torturous and more arousing than even my most outrageous ballbusting fantasy. Such terrible, gut-wrenching pressure -- I'd never imagined such a thing was possible!

On top of me Jane was flushed with arousal, panting, her chest heaving as she tried to put an end to my spunk-makers. I'd never seen a girl look so sexy, and oh, how I wanted to let her finish the job -- but my instincts just wouldn't allow it. Despite myself I began to draw my legs in, hands moving towards my groin. It was everything I'd ever wanted, but it was so much, just too much--

But Jane was a step ahead of me. Before I could cover myself, she ducked down between my legs, wrapped her lips around the first few inches of my cock, and started sucking.

It only took a second. With a bellow I came, thick jets of spunk firing down her throat as she continued to maul my mangled ballsac. My hips bucked somewhere between pain and pleasure as my best friend's girlfriend drained me, her deathgrip never loosening, my gonads squashed to within an inch of destruction as she greedily swallowed their contents. I could only watch in an agonized delirium as she worked, her tongue sliding wetly around my shaft, milking my length for every last drop that my poor spuds could produce.

Eventually Jane pulled away, leaving my shaft to fire off a few more weak spurts before it finally slumped against my stomach, exhausted. I let out a monstrous moan as she finally let go of my balls, a terrible wave of nausea rising in my gut. Weakly I rolled on to my side, my body curling double in an attempt to soothe the apocalyptic ache. For God's sake, she had just stopped crushing my rocks into oblivion -- so why did it feel like she was still standing on them now?

She just watched with a grin, stroking my side for a moment before rising from the bed. "Take your time, stud. Breakfast will be downstairs when you're ready."

I just replied with a moan.

Jane chuckled, bending to pick up her discarded clothing from the floor. She paused for one last look at my crumpled frame before turning and heading for the door -- her ass swaying seductively behind her as she went.

Underground League site: registration now open

It's a little barebones in places, and I'm sure there are still some bugs to be discovered, but:

Registration for the Underground League is now open!

I may write a longer announcement post later, but for now, just go explore the site :P Feel free to ask any questions, and please report any problems. Besides that, have fun!

Busting League: A Routine Procedure

"Next!"

Ethan looked up from his magazine, glancing left and right to see if there was anyone else in the waiting room, but besides the cute nurse standing at the door and the dumpy-looking attendant sitting at the sign-in desk, it looked like he was the only one left. He set down his copy of Sports Illustrated, climbing to his feet. "Uh…I guess that's me."

"Mr. Pell, is it?" The brunette smiled warmly. "Right this way, please."

"Of course." Ethan followed the nurse into the hallway, unable to resist a glance at the subtle curve of her rear through her tight white uniform. He admired the view for a short moment before clearing his throat, forcing his eyes back upwards. "Listen, uh -- I was told I need to come here, but I'm not sure why…"

"You're new to the League, yes?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"Yes," he replied.

"Well, before we can accept you into the League, we need to do a quick physical to make sure you're physically fit enough." She turned a corner, continuing her brisk pace. "It's standard procedure."

Ethan frowned, struggling a bit just to keep up with the fleet-footed female. "B-but I already brought in my latest documents from the doctor's office -- I had a physical just last week."

"Ah yes, but the Underground League requires a somewhat…unique skill-set from its participants." The brunette finally came to a stop, grabbing a doorknob. "It's not enough just to be fit -- your body must be prepared for the challenges of an Underground League battle."

"Oh." Ethan scratched his head. "Uh…okay."

Rather than say more, the nurse just opened the door, gesturing inwards. "Now you step inside and strip down, and I'll be back in a minute to start the exam, alright?"

He had to pause at that thought -- himself, naked, receiving an in-depth "checkup" from the curvy young woman. And maybe checking out that cute rump in return… "W-wait," he stuttered, "are…are you the one examining me?"

"Along with my partner, yes." Seeing the look on his face, the brunette giggled. "Oh don't be shy, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Just make yourself comfortable and we'll be in shortly, alright?"

"Uh…of course," Ethan replied, quickly stepping inside and closing the door before he could embarrass himself any further.

It only took a few moments for him to remove the few articles of clothing he was wearing: his socks and shoes set neatly on the floor, his t-shirt following soon afterwards, with his shorts and boxers completing the set, leaving his body bare except for the shock of black hair covering his head and the smaller patch of hair further south. Nervously he sat on the edge of the examination table, glancing down at his groin. Not that he was ashamed of what God had given him -- quite the opposite, in fact -- but recently he'd gone through a bit of a dry spell, and that bouncy little nurse had already done plenty to get his hormones flowing. Hopefully a nice cold stethoscope to the chest would cool him down a bit; otherwise, things had the potential to get awkward…

He looked up with a start as the doorknob turned again, the door opening to reveal a new figure…but one equally worrisome. Ethan let out an internal groan as a second doctor stepped into the room, her uniform tight around her hips, a clipboard clasped tightly to her chest. And good thing, too -- that clipboard was the only item that stopped him from openly gawking at the redhead's rather generous rack. Even so, he could feel a pang of desire go through his body, his manhood giving a weak twitch at the sight.

Then came the first girl as well, turning to close the door behind her, giving him another glimpse of that fine behind through the thin cloth of her outfit. Two bangable nurses? Already he could feel his limp length starting to stiffen, responding to the welcome sight. Keeping his libido in check was going to be an uphill battle, apparently.

"Well then…Ethan Pell, is it?" The redhead smiled at him. "I'm Dr. Inkberry -- I'll be leading your exam today. Nice to meet you."

"And I'm Dr. Landsinger," piped up the brunette. "We've met already, of course, but nice to meet you all the same."

"Uh…pleased to meet you both as well," Ethan replied. It was a bit of a relief to hear both of the women take on a professional tone. It certainly put his nerves more at ease. Maybe it wouldn't be quite so difficult to keep himself under control after all.

Dr. Inkberry continued, glancing down at her clipboard. "I'm sure you've got places to be this afternoon, so we'll try to make this as quick and painless as we can. Let's see…you've signed the consent forms, so Dr. Landsinger is going to start setting you up on the examination table, but while she's doing that, I'm going to ask you some supplementary questions to fill in the gaps in your physical, alright?"

"Sounds good," Ethan answered, trying to relax as the nurse placed a hand on his chest and forced him gently onto his back. He'd never been too comfortable with medical examinations, but after twenty-odd years of doctor's visits, he knew better than to complain or to panic.

"It looks like we've got most of your basic info already," said Dr. Inkberry, "but we're going to need more background on your reproductive health -- for legal reasons, mostly. These questions are important, so answer honestly, please."

"Of course," Ethan replied, allowing Dr. Landsinger to grab one of his wrists and extend his arm to its full length.

"Good." Dr. Inkberry looked up from her clipboard, giving him a quick smile. "Then let me start with the basics…it says here you're clean of any sexual diseases, yes?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Fertile?"

"As far as I know."

"Any hormone imbalances? Low testosterone, anything like that?"

"Not that I'm aware of, no."

"Good." The busty redhead set her clipboard down for a moment, sliding her pencil behind one ear. "I'm just going to examine your testicles quickly and make sure there are no unusual growths…"

Ethan fought the urge to fidget as the doctor stepped up between his legs, taking hold of his heavy spunk-makers and weighing them in her palm. He let out a long, tense breath as she examined his orbs, checking for any irregularities. At least she's not feeling up the one-eyed monster, Ethan told himself…even though a small part of him wished that she was.

"Seems like everything's normal," Dr. Inkberry said after a moment, letting his jewels slip from her grasp. "Nothing to suggest any disease or recent injury."

"Well that's good news," piped up Dr. Landsinger, just as she finished binding his left wrist to the table. "I'd hate to see a big guy like you anything less than healthy."

That earned a blush from Ethan, but the other doctor just shook her head. "Anyway, continuing…have you ever been kicked, punched, or otherwise hit in the testicles?"

Ethan winced. "Uh, yes."

She ticked off a box on her clipboard. "And what is the most severe blow you have ever taken to the testicles?"

"Um." Ethan blushed, his legs drawing together instinctively as he thought the question over. "I got kneed pretty hard once at a nightclub…that was bad."

"How long did that put you out of commission?" asked Dr. Landsinger, pulling one of Ethan's legs aside.

He frowned, looking down at the brunette as she bound his ankle to the examination table. "Well, I was down for probably fifteen minutes or so…and then I was pretty achy for a day or two after."

"Mmm." Another mark on Dr. Inkberry's clipboard. "And do you have any history of rupture?"

The male blinked. "Sorry, could you say that again?"

"Have you ever popped one?" asked Dr. Landsinger bluntly.

Ethan's stomach turned at the thought. "Uh, no. I mean, I have 'em both, don't I?"

"That's true, but just because you've got a full set doesn't mean there hasn't been a rupture." Dr. Inkberry reached out and took his sac in her hand once more, rolling the twin spunk-makers between her fingers. "Sometimes a ball can be patched back together after it bursts, assuming it hasn't been totally crushed."

"Oh. R-right." Ethan looked a little queasy now, and none-too-comfortable with the female examining his heavy pair. "Well that definitely hasn't happened."

"Good to hear." The redhead let his gonads slip from her grasp. "And how about sexual activity -- you're sexually active, yes?"

"Yes."

"And no sexual diseases, we already went over that…" The doctor frowned. "When was the last time you ejaculated?"

"Uh." Ethan's cheeks burned red. "Th-that's a little personal, isn't it?"

"It's all part of the standard procedure, sir." The brunette nurse smiled up at him. "Don't worry, this is all private -- there's nothing to be shy about."

Ethan frowned, watching as his other ankle was bound to the table. "Well then. That would be…last night, I guess."

"With a partner, or solo?"

"...Solo," he admitted sheepishly.

The brunette looked up, her gaze flicking towards his limp length. "Well that's a pity," she murmured. 

Dr. Inkberry just nodded. "No shame in that. And just to double-check: as far as you're aware, you have no fertility problems, correct?"

"No, no issues."

"I should think not, with a big pair of plums like that." Dr. Landsinger giggled as she locked Ethan's right wrist into the last of the restraints. "I'll bet your little swimmers are plenty strong."

Ethan blushed brightly at her comment -- and his cheeks weren't the only part of his body suffering from an increase in blood flow. If I get out of this examination without popping wood, he thought, then I deserve some kind of medal. And some alone time with a box of tissues.

But if the two nurses took any notice of the man's inner conflict, they didn't show it. Instead Dr. Inkberry scribbled a few more notes on her clipboard, then set it aside. "Alright then, we've just got a few more quick tests to do. Jess, the patient is secured?" she asked, moving to examine the restraints.

"Yep!" The brunette grinned. "Good luck escaping from that without any help."

The redhead let out a little chuckle. "Doctor, you're going to scare him with language like that." She turned to Ethan. "Just lie down and try to relax, alright? This might be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn't take more than a minute or two."

Ethan frowned. "Sure. Uh…what test is this, exactly?"

"Oh, just a reproductive health examination. An evaluation of sexual performance and a standard test for testicular integrity."

"Uh…'testicular integrity'?" he echoed uncertainly.

"Yep! We check whether you've got the balls for the job, basically." Dr. Landsinger grinned, taking hold of his sac. "We need to make sure that your balls won't just explode the first time you take a solid kick to the groin."

"A-and how do you do that?" asked Ethan, increasing concern creeping into his voice.

"Well, we usually start with manual examination." The brunette grinned, rolling his plump plums between her fingers. "But that's Dr. Inkberry's area of expertise, mainly, so she'll be starting the procedure. Doc, you wanna take over?"

"My pleasure." The busty redhead smiled down at Ethan, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his left orb. "Now, take a deep breath and think about something pleasant, alright?"

Ethan opened his mouth to make some kind of protestation -- but for a split-second he was distracted by the feel of the woman's fingers gently encircling his hefty left nut. The sensation sent a shiver of arousal up his spine...but only until the doctor suddenly tightened her grip. The male's eyes shot wide open and his body tensed as Dr. Inkberry bore down on his spud with crushing force. Immediately a high-pitched moan came from his throat, his hips twitching instinctively in an attempt to dislodge the gonad-crushing grip. The rubbery sphere squirmed desperately, seeking an escape from the terrible pressure, but it was surrounded on all sides by her fingers, the testicle's contents forced into an ever-shrinking space.

Meanwhile, Dr. Landsinger just chuckled, watching the patient's facial expression as his eggs were all but scrambled in the name of health. "Ha, look at him! I swear, no two guys make the same face, but they all react like you just stabbed them in the gut with a rusty spork."

"Tell me about it." Dr. Inkberry's brow was furrowed as she carried out her examination, rotating Ethan's tender jewel in her grip to examine every side. Carefully she pushed and prodded, poking into the heart of his sensitive nut and earning a shrill squeal in response. "It's not like we're doing any damage -- they way they react, you'd think it was a whole group of girls stomping on their spuds."

"Heh, yeah." Dr. Landsinger grinned. "Speaking of which, did you see that exhibition fight last week?"

"The three-on-one match? Yeah, I caught the highlights on TV afterwards. If you ask me, the guy was lucky to get out of there with one nut left." Dr. Inkberry shook her head, looking back down at the spunk-filled nugget squashed between her fingers and ignoring the twitching, moaning male it was attached to. "Anyway, the left one seems healthy so far. You wanna start checking the right?"

"Sure thing," the brunette replied. Gently she lifted her patient's right nut in her fingers, peering at the plump spunk-maker for a moment. "Now let's see…"

Ethan was already lost in his own world of mind-numbing, gut-wrenching pain, his entire universe consumed by the nauseating ache spreading from his mangled left marble…but that did very little to distract him from the agony that suddenly exploded in his right nut. He let out a renewed squawk of male agony as Dr. Landsinger bore down on his other gonad with even less tact that Dr. Inkberry, his sizable right nut reshaping itself like putty under the strength of her rough examination. Desperately Ethan tried to call out, seeking the words to make it all stop -- but even if his vocal cords hadn't already been contorted in a high-pitched moan, the two doctors between his legs didn't seem very concerned about his personal comfort.

"Honestly, he's got a really nice pair," remarked Dr. Landsinger. "Big, plump, healthy. And he's your standard horny stud -- he's gotta be producing spunk by the gallon. I mean, these things are full."

"Yeah…that should make the last part interesting." Dr. Inkberry glanced up. "Do you want to take this, or should I?"

The brunette shrugged. "Seems like he's got enough to share. Why not both of us?"

Dr. Inkberry thought for a moment, then shrugged in return. "Sure, I don't see why not. After you, then."

"With pleasure." The female took on an almost predatory look, grinning down at her prize. "I've been looking forward to this ever since you walked in, big boy…"

In his near-delirious state, Ethan was a bit too distracted to fully process what was going on in front of him, but if he had been paying attention, he might have seen Dr. Landsinger reach out to take hold of his limp length, giving it a few firm strokes. He might have seen her lean in to give a long, slow lick from base to tip, sliding her tongue around the growing beast. He might have seen Dr. Inkberry join in a moment later, watching as she slurped down the first few inches, sucking hungrily on the stiffening rod.

Unfortunately for Ethan, this hardly registered when compared to the most intimate male agony imaginable -- but even if his brain could hardly process the spectacle before him, his body certainly responded, his thick shaft responding to the oral treatment despite the hellish nightmare going on just a few inches below. The male continued to frantically buck his hips, letting loose another long moan -- but with so many wires crossed, it was hard to say whether he was reacting to the pain or the pleasure.

Regardless, it was only a matter of moments before his body surrendered to the overstimulation. With an agonized squeal Ethan exploded, a thick blast of seed firing from the end of his cock to spray over the two females servicing him. His flattened orbs throbbed in agony as their sticky contents were practically squeezed out, shot after shot of baby batter arcing through the air to coat the doctors, the examination table, and everything else within a radius of several feet.

After a few moments (and one final, extra-strong squeeze), the brunette and the redhead relinquished their grip on Ethan's tortured jewels, allowing the mangled pair to reinflate to an approximation of their usual shape. There was a brief pause as his member gave a few more twitches, drooling a few last drops of seed, but the silence was interrupted as Ethan let out another ungodly moan, his naked body quivering upon the examination table.

"You--you've got a sample?" asked Dr. Inkberry, squinting one eye shut against the string of seed that had splattered across the side of her face.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," laughed the brunette, using a finger to scrape off some of the thick spunk lying in ropes across the chest of her uniform. "Arceus, he came like a geyser, didn't he? The girls in the stadium are gonna love him."

"Heh…as long as he battles a cocktease, and not a ball-breaker." The redhead looked down at his heavy sac and its battered contents. "Though who knows -- with a big pair like his, he might survive for a while before some girl pops one."

Ethan was far too gone to pay attention to what the females were saying around him…but as soon as his limbs were freed, the male bent double, hands flying to cover his tortured manhood. He hardly even noticed as he rolled onto his side and tumbled off the examination table on to the floor, crumpling into the fetal position.

"Ohhhh God," he moaned, his hands clasped tightly between his legs. "Oh dear God, my nuts--!"

"Heh." The brunette chuckled, watching as the male clutched feebly at his throbbing spuds. "Never gets old."

"Relax," cooed Dr. Inkberry, unable to suppress a smile herself as Ethan let out another deep groan. "The first time's always the worst -- it'll get better from here, I promise. Consider that a warm-up for the League."

Ethan just let out another incoherent groan in reply. "Oh god…"

This time the doctor smiled more widely. "Take a few minutes to gather yourself. When you're ready, come down to the receptionist's desk and we'll set you up with your first battle, alright?"

He managed a weak nod, his gut still swimming with nausea as the two doctors began cleaning up the examination room around him. After a while the male summoned enough strength to try moving again, and gradually he managed to work his way to a kneeling position, his body still curling forwards in an instinctive attempt to guard his aching groin. Gingerly Ethan cradled his swollen eggs in his fingers, trying not to cause any more damage to his already pummeled pair.

"Oh, and hey -- one more thing."

With visible effort Ethan forced his gaze upwards, catching sight of Dr. Landsinger just in time to see the blur of the female's foot come crashing up between his legs. He let out a pained squeak and crumpled to the floor once more, the room forgotten as a fresh round of agony rose up from his family jewels. With a dry croak Ethan folded into the fetal position, clutching his most sensitive organs in a vain attempt to soothe their throbbing ache.

The brunette looked down at him, grinning widely. "Welcome to the League, stud."