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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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