Muscleballs Again
TESTICLES
Beautiful young bodybuilder\'s balls are smashed.
` Eric knew he had let the team down one too many times. He had showed up for
the game stoned and the team had lost badly because of him. Now, he was going
to have to pay the price. `

He had been strongarmed into the coach's back office by 4 burly teammates and
assistants, stripped, and strapped to the punishment table. His ankles were
strapped to two corners, and his knees spread apart and strapped to the sides
so that his muscular thighs were splayed. His wrists were bound at the other
two table corners just above head level so that his arms were bent and his
arms flexed and showed the musculature of his biceps and shoulders.

He was gorgeous. Just turned 18, smooth all over except for pubic, pit and
some calf hair, his rippling musculature was a sight to behold. His biceps
were over 16 inches now thanks to licting all the time, and his pecs were
thick slabs of young muscle. The abs were well-defined and ripped, and were
impressive to anyone with an unbiased eye.

He strugged in vain against his bonds and knew it was useless.

The coach then entered and approached. He held in his hand the two-sided bowl
which was placed around and underneath the young stud's sack and secured. His
flaccid penis was secured out of the way by a couple of straps, so that it
rested upward against the athlete's lower abs. A hard molded vinyl shield was
placed upon the young man's lower body, underneath the scrotum bowl and
covering the lower abs, penis and upper thighs, just enough to prevent injury
or bruising to the skin and tissue of the young body beneath. He was ready.
The shield and the bowl resulted in Eric's ball sac being totally volnerable
and exposed without having bothersome other parts being hurt or in the way.

Eric's balls were smooth, medium-large in size, and nicely separated in the
sac. It would take more than one hit at least. If Eric's nuts were tough like
the rest of his body, it would take more than two.

The coach reached for the rubber mallet used for purposes such as this, and
Eric gulped. He knew there was no hope. His manhood was to be taken fromhim in
a moment. He would never be a man. He was the zenith of muscular perfection,
rippling with muscle, with an extraordinarily handsome face, but he could
never be a man. That was soon to be gone forever.

The coach gently fondled the tender young testicles, rolling them together in
his hand. What a shame to have to waste such a powerful young hunk. But rules
are rules. Eric whimpered and his eyes teared slightly. The balls were tender,
full, meaty, and oh so helpless.

The coach thought he shouldlet Eric come one more time, but decided the hell
with it. He raised the mallet over his head and with a powerful force drive it
into the teenager's sac. The mallet mainly missed the left ball, and hit the
right one squarely. The bowl prevented the sac from retreating anywhere, so
that the ball absorbed the full impact of the blow. Eric screamed in pain and
agony. The coach let loose again to the right ball, and this time Eric tried
to retch, but he had not eaten anything so it was only a dry heave. But his
ball was history.

The coach f6elt it to be sure,and then turned his attention to Eric's
remaining testicle. One last chance to spare this muscleboy, but rules are
rules and the coach decided to get it over with. Eric was heaving greatly,
sobbing, thrashing his head,and straining against his bonds. The coach was
impressed--there is nothing like ball pain to make a young athlete or young
bodybuilder like Eric show off musculature.

Oh well, back to work. The left nut was lying there waiting to be taken,and
the coach wasted no more time. It took 3 blows, but the ball finally popped
into several pieces in Eric's pulverized sac as the neutered muscleboy lay
sobbing on the table.

"You guys clean him up and get him out of here," the Coach told his
assistants. "I have other things to do. You guys do whatever you want with
him."  

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