Nutsack Knockout - Introduction

 

A small studio audience composed entirely of men sat in rafters looking down at a large, brightly lit stage where workers were busy making finishing touches but a black curtain hid most of the gameshow's mechanics from view. This was the first filming of a controversial new game show called The Nutsack Knockout which had promised to be a ratings bonanza due to its unapologetic premise. Ten men would compete for a chance to win a life-changing amount of money but instead of the losers going home just empty-handed, there was a very real possibility that they'd go home with an empty-sack. The exact mechanism hadn't been revealed in the pre-taping information but the promotional images featuring cracked walnuts, splattered eggs and deflated soccer balls made it clear it wasn't going to be pleasant for the losing players.

Finally the lights went low and rousing music filled the air and the audience didn't wait for the neon 'applause' sign to light up before erupting into cheers. Mixed into the jaunty instruments of the show's theme song were the unmistakable sounds of men screaming and moaning - most likely from nut pain - that had been autotuned to fit the music. "My balls are gone! My balls are gone!" came the anguished voice of some random young man, his normally deep voice pitched comically high to layer perfectly over the music; the audience burst into laughter.

Meanwhile a tall fit man wearing jeans, heavy boots and an untucked button up shirt sauntered onto the stage holding a microphone. Most of the audience recognized him instantly as Dominik Patterson, an MMA fighter who had become quite a draw thanks to his merciless below the belt fighting style. Dominik had permanently cracked at least a dozen nuts before the officials, who were more than willing to turn a blind eye for the sake of ratings, finally had to acknowledge his flagrant disregard for the rules and banned him from the ring. The grizzled yet handsome former-fighter didn't mind too much since his notoriety made him a darling for endorsement deals and cameos on shows like Nutsack Knockout. Funnily enough, he was a spokesman for an erectile dysfunction drug, ironic considering he had nearly ripped off an opponent's dick through his shorts.

"Welcome! Welcome! Are you guys ready for some fun!" Dominik called into his mic as he took center stage. His voice was deep but his enunciation was excellent, as if he was made to be a charismatic television host. He flashed a toothy, mischievous smile as the curtain finally rose revealing the complete setup for the coming gameshow. Spaced evenly across the length of the stage were ten large slabs of wood, about two feet wide and standing six feet tall, all of them painted with a high gloss white paint that was reflecting the dramatic studio lights shining overhead. At the top of each post were ambiguous symbols painted in black; a stylized snowflake, the outline of a flame, a pair of eyes wide open and a dumbbell. No one except the crew knew what they meant but they likely had something to do with how each contestant could potentially lose his nuts. Hovering above the middle of the stage were several enormous displays, one of which had a grid of squares numbered one to one hundred. The others were displaying an idling graphic of two cracked walnuts and the Nutsack Knockout logo.

“Welcome to the first taping of our new show Nutsack Knockout!” Dominik’s deep voice boomed over the audiences’ cheers. 

It took nearly a minute of the stage hands signaling for quiet before the raucous crowd finally settled down and Dominik could begin to explain the rules of the game.

“Every round each player is gonna’ pick a square, one to one hundred, and behind that square is gonna be a number...”

As Dominik talked, two assistants wheeled out a muscular, anatomically correct male mannequin, about five foot ten, sporting a pair of egg-sized nuts that had been bound with rubber rings to force them to the bottom of its extremely-realistic looking bag. One of the secondary screens flashed to show a leaderboard with a single name “Demonstration Dummy’ showing a score of one hundred points. The other screen was showing a close up of the dummy’s bound sack, the hyper realistic skin glistening against the white backdrop of the wooden plank it had been placed in front of.

“So every contestant starts with one hundred points each time they pick a number...”

Dominik motioned toward the middle screen that had the grid of one hundred squares.

“There’s a random number from one to twenty. Every time they pick a number their score goes down by that amount and they’re eliminated when their score goes below zero.” 

The crowd collectively leaned in, most of them fixated on the two very large proxy testicles on the second screen.

Dominik walked up the mannequin and put his hand on his shoulder, giving the dummy a look of mocking apology. A short while later a stage assistant rushed on stage to hand Dominik a comically large mallet, the head easily being five inches across on top of a thick wooden handle.

“So let’s say this guy picked the second square...”

The screen with the grid of squares flashed and the second square revealed a value of twenty.

Dominik chuckled as he grasped the mallet with both hands, being sure to stay out of the way of the camera that was focused on the dummy’s nuts. 

Without ceremony he smashed the mallet twenty times into the proxy ball bag, making it swing and bounce against the plank behind it like a fleshy pendulum. The audience roared as they watched the two fat pseudo-nuts being pancaked over and over. At the same time the scoreboard for ‘Demonstration Dummy’ decreased by one point after each hit. When Dominik was done, the score was eighty.

Dominik gave the proxy testicles several more vicious whacks, the loud impacts making it obvious that the real pair in that predicament wouldn’t have been having a good time, before turning to the audience and chuckling.

“...and when a guy runs out of points,  I get to unleash their ultimate punishment! And let’s just say they won’t be having any more kids! What is that you ask, well it depends on the symbol above them.” 

Dominik pointed to a black flask, like something out of a laboratory, that had been painted above the dummy though it was still ambiguous what punishment the various symbols actually represented. 

Dominik gave the fat rubbery nuts one more devastating blow, causing the left one to permanently dent, the comical image plastered on the screen overhead and the audience roared in laughter. He went on to explain that each symbol at the top of the planks represented an ultimate punishment tailor made for each contestant. 

After Dominik slammed the proxy testicles until one of them popped out of the sack, the dummy was carted away and the ten real contestants sauntered on stage. All of them were naked, a few of them hard, smiling and waving at the audience as they stood in front of their pre-assigned wooden slabs, their backs against the blanche white wood facing the audience. 

The first contestant was Juan, an extremely handsome Latino, somewhat short clocking in at only five foot two, but he was quite muscular - almost like a caricature of a short bodybuilder - sporting a pair of egg-sized nuts. The adorable middle aged man old stood in front of the slab of wood with a snowflake engraved on it as stage hands quickly got to work securing him in place.

Contestant number two was Lorenzo, a tall thirty year old Italian with shoulder length hair and a fit, svelte body. He waved to the crowd as he stepped under the position with an ambiguous round circle on it. 

Next was Alex, a twenty-eight year old blonde who exuded cockiness as he strode onto the stage, his truly enormous babymakers literally swinging between his thighs like a pendulum as he walked. The fit lad nodded with unearned confidence as he took his place on stage. 

Kabe was next. The thirty-eight year was well over six feet tall with a thick beard that framed his strikingly handsome face. His lack of body fat made his abs stand in sharp relief. His abs were so well defined that one couldn’t help but follow them down to his crotch and his round nuts which were so huge the seemingly shy thirty-year old almost seemed embarrassed by them, holding his hands over his crotch as he walked. His torso and neck were covered with tattoos and his striking cheek and eyebrow bones made his face look like a couture model. 

Raphael was next, a jaunty nineteen year old Australian who skipped whilst he walked to purposefully show off his modest yet dense low hangers. The teenager clapped his hands before he took his place on stage and his arms were tied behind his back as he took his place on stage.

Contestant six was Diego, a twenty year old Mexican with blonde tips on the ends of his jet black hair. He was tall with a pair of huge fuzzy nuts that were tight against his body. 

The seventh and eighth contestants were Zach and Greg, respectively. Zach was a handsome twenty-three year old blonde with a fit swimmer’s build, a handsome smile and a pair of fat ovals swinging between his sack nearly as low as Alex’s. Greg was a ridiculously handsome British thirty-something with vivid red hair and a medium athletic but not overly-muscular build. His toothy Devil-may-care grin made him look younger than he was and he radiated a sense of optimism and excitement that totally contradicted the grave danger he was putting his manhood in. As his arms were being tied behind his back and his legs secured to the wood slab he was standing in front of he gave the audience one last smile as he waited for the games to begin.

Kyle and Nigel were the final two contestants. Twenty-five year old Kyle was so handsome Dominik was surprised he wasn’t a literal model. The athletic Black man had a set of hefty nuts swinging between his runner’s legs. Nigel was a rugged looking forty-year old with a mess of shaggy black hair on top of his round face, a thick beard and thick black hair covering his pecs and abs and a pair of plump oval nuts stretching his sack nearly bursting between his legs.

As playful music sounded in the area, all ten contestants were secured tightly to their respective white wood slabs. Their arms were tied tightly behind their backs, straps were secured across their chests and abs to hold them upright and in place, their legs were bound wide and spread open by ropes that were wrapped around their thighs, calves and ankles then tied around the back of the posts making them totally incapable of closing their legs. Most importantly all ten pairs of nuts had been forced to the absolute bottom of their sacks by at least a dozen thick silicone rings hugging the necks of their sacks. For the low hangers like Alex and Nigel it was at worst mildly uncomfortable but for contestants like Diego with a naturally tight sack the strong tug was creating an unbearable ache on their boys. Regardless of their natural swing, the rings had achieved their desired effect, causing all ten pairs of heavy testicles to be pulled so far in their bags that the skin was stretched, shiny and looking extremely vulnerable, especially when compared to the bright white, hard surface they were hovering in front of. The cameras panned all of the contestant’s defenseless bags, lingering over each set just long enough for the audience to burst into cheers.

For the player’s benefit, Dominik briefly went over the rules again and pointed out that a scoreboard was also hanging over the audience facing the stage so that the contestants could see their scores.

“...Oh, and one more thing! There are special symbols hidden on the board. Just to keep things fun!”

The screens showed an animation of two 3D stars rotating, one red and one yellow. Text and a pleasant sounding female voice explained each symbol’s purpose.

“A red star will instantly reduce a player’s score to zero and unleash their ultimate punishment!” 

Alex gulped.

Dominik flexed his muscles as he eyed the players, lingering over Kabe’s tatted, fit body. The handsome man looked at Dominik pleadingly but that only seemed to fill Dominik with more bloodlust. 

“...and if someone finds a yellow star, the score for two random players will drop immediately to zero and they’ll be out of the game.”

The audience whooped in delight as the contestants eyed each other nervously. The game was already going to be a wild crap shoot but the last minute twist of having instant-elimination made the stakes so much higher. Greg was visibly sweating, Juan was shaking though no one could tell since his small muscly body was tied so tightly in place, his legs permanently spread and his fat huevos in full display, easily accessible. 

A neon sign lit up telling the audience to applaud, as if they needed any motivation, as Dominik announced they were cutting to a commercial break before the game began. During the break, Dominik and the stage assistants walked up to each player and placed a small bright yellow pill into his mouth and each contestant obediently swallowed it. Kabe seemed especially nervous and his heart was pounding as he felt the pill slide down his throat. Within less than a minute he felt his dick start to get heavy as it started swelling fuller and thicker with each heartbeat. By the time the commercial break was over all ten cocks were at maximum hardness, jutting out away from their bodies and looking so bloated Dominik was surprised some of the fat dicks weren’t bursting like sausages. Whatever drug the contestants had been given was clearly effective; Nigel was so aroused he was moaning as his pumped up cock throbbed sticking out nearly a foot from his body with its huge mushroom head bright red and literally dripping with precum.

“Welcome back!” Dominik announced to the audience at home. 

“So we’ve given our studs a little something to keep their cocks out of the way,” Dominik chuckled as he walked up to Alex and grabbed the blonde’s enormous ten inch cock with his hand. Alex gasped in pleasure and his eyes rolled back in his head, he felt like he was going to blow his pent up load just from Dominik’s rough touch.

“...We wouldn’t want those floppy dicks to block the view,” 

The camera panned over each contestant's crotch. With their dicks permanently hard and protruding it made the bound hanging nuts look even more endangered. Dominik walked the line checking out each contestant, checking their bindings and gratuitously fondling their horse dicks and defenseless balls. 

“Nice set!” Dominik remarked in genuine praise when he got to Kabe. He ran his hands down Kabe’s chiseled, slim stomach until grasping his truly gargantuan fourteen inch dick with both hands, squeezing it viscously.

Kabe let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with a squeal of pain as a stream of precum oozed out of his dick. He moaned despite his growing panic as the drugs made him feel so horny he thought he was going to cum on the spot. Dominik finished his examination by cupping Kabe’s big ball bag in his hands and giving them a playful squeeze.

“I can’t wait to pop these,” he whispered in Kabe’s ear with a twisted malice that filled Kabe’s chest with a quickening panic. 

After he was done with his inspection, rousing music ushered in the start of the game. The screens all flashed ‘Round One’.

(more detailed contestant profiles can be found on the Meet the Contestants page here)

Tune in next week for Round 1! 

The Haunted House

Jon and Andrew stood in the front lawn of a large, imposing farmhouse that looked like it hadn't been lived in for years. Portions of the once stately three story building's roof looked like it had partially collapsed and several columns of its wrap-around porch were missing; most of the windows were boarded up or broken and its once white paint was peeling and yellowing with age. The abandoned home, miles outside the city, looked like the perfect site for a haunted house.

The two Amajor University sophomores had responded to an online ad that seemed too good to be true. Someone had bought the old house and was going to stage an elaborate invite-only haunted house that was advertised to be a mix of sexy and scary, with a heavy emphasis on showcasing the dozen or so local college studs, including Jon and Andrew, who had responded to the open call for models to dress as sexy zombies, jacked ghouls and slutty demons. Jon and Andrew had to submit photos of themselves showing off their ripped abs and muscular bodies to even be considered, but once they were accepted the gig seemed pretty easy; they would get dressed up in whatever sensual costumes the event organizer could come up with and basically be living decoration for the elaborate show to come. 

Scattered over the yard were hyper realistic fake arms, legs and even a few heads with looks of absolute terror etched into their silicone faces. One of the legs had a bone sticking out where it would have been attached to the hip and, in keeping with the erotic nature of the haunted attraction, there were several pairs of severed, bloody fake scrotums that looked like they had been ripped off and tossed to the ground, the realistic testicles inside slipping out of a few of the bags. Man, these decorations are so realistic, Andrew thought.

"Hello there!" came a deep, and frankly creepy, voice from the doorway.

Andrew and Jon turned to look and were greeted by a tall man, at least six foot five, wearing a tattered butler uniform splattered with fake blood, standing there with a wicked grin on his face. Behind him were two much shorter men who were naked except for loincloths, their skin completely covered in hyper-realistic greenish scales and their faces done up with the best Halloween makeup Jon or Andrew had ever seen. Their eyes seemed to glow yellow as their disturbing makeup made their faces look like a mutated cross between an alien and a zombie. The elaborate makeup, along with the short yet muscular men's animalistic movements would have made them look at home on the set of a big-budget Halloween horror movie. Even though Jon was a huge fan of horror movies, the two actors' uncanny appearance made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

The tall man stepped off the porch to greet them, introducing himself only as The Host and pulling out a folding phone from his breast pocket to find Jon and Andrew's names on a list. He smiled as he eyed the two studs and Jon could feel himself being mentally undressed by the imposing daddy. Jon and Andrew were both just shy of six feet tall with toned, muscular bodies and matching shoulder-length black hair. At a glance, the two college guys could have been mistaken as brothers

"..And these are my demon pets," he smiled as the two men lept from the porch and approached the two frat boys-turned-models with amazing alacrity considering their small, meaty frames. Andrew felt mildly uncomfortable as the two 'demons' stood next to him making grunting sounds and giving off a strong smell of ammonia and rotten meat. Up close, their makeup was even more realistic; they actually looked like scaly, demonic creatures...

As the two frightening looking men slouched awkwardly next to them, Jon and Andrew listened as the host explained what they would be doing for the evening. The elaborate haunted house was going to spare no expense from the moment guests arrived and the first thing visitors would see were the fake body parts on the lawn, with Jon and Andrew - who would pretend to be dead - jumping out to give the entering guests a fright.. The scene would look like the two ‘demons’ had just ripped apart a bunch of guys and scattered them across the lawn. The two demons grunted and let out something between a laugh and a howl.

Andrew and Jon were directed to two pre-dug holes near the entrance that looked like shallow graves.

"All you have to do is strip and get in. You wouldn’t be comfortable in your clothes!" the man gestured, the large grin on his face taking down the uncomfortable, almost horror-movie atmosphere that had been building.

Jon and Andrew shrugged and stepped out of their clothes showing off their impressive fit bodies. The host seemed to especially enjoy the two sets of fat, low hanging balls between their legs. The two demons hurriedly took away their clothes as the two college students lay on their backs in the faux graves which were the perfect depth for their heads to still be able to poke out once they were buried, which they were in short order. Instead of using shovels, the two demon actors used their hands to bury them up to their necks, using their arms like muscular shovels and moving with impressive speed. As they did so, Jon found himself at eye level with one of the fake arms in the lawn and was taken aback at the level of realism, every hair was meticulously placed onto the hyper realistic skin, the fake blood was the perfect color and even the somewhat rotten smell was well done...

"Hey cut it out, creep!" Jon yelled, Andrew looked over to see his friend had been completely buried, only his head sticking up with the fresh dirt making it look like he was indeed buried in a grave. The demon who had buried him was digging over where Jon's balls would be and in no time the two rotund genitals were sticking above the ground like two plump mini pumpkins. Jon tried to get up but the wet dirt was heavier than he thought it would be.

"Cut it out... fuck!" 

The demon who had been burying him struck Jon across the face with the back of his hand. The scales made the slap feel like it was from a sturdy leather paddle and the power of the delivery made Jon dazed.

"Ah, perfect!" the host said, "Needs to look realistic!"

A bloody gash had opened up on Jon's cheek and after another blow his eye was blackened.

"What the fuck!" Andrew shouted before the demon burying him did the same.

Jon and Andrew screamed in pain and confusion as the two demons punched and scratched at their adorable faces.  After less than a minute the two frat boys looked like they spent hours putting on bruise-makeup only this was no illusion. Andrew and Jon shouted for help but the actors inside couldn't hear them and they were hours from the opening of the show so no audience was nearby yet. The host smiled at his minions and said something in a strange language before turning curtly and going inside the house. As soon as the door closed, the demon over Andrew squatted down and started digging over his crotch until his own plump spuds were poking out of the grave. The only things visible were the two boy's bruised heads and their nuts, which looked even bigger without a body to give them a frame of reference.

"Fuck, man this isn't worth it..." Jon renewed his efforts to escape but was immediately struck by a demon weiding one of the fake arms like a club.

"Holy fuck!" Andrew screamed. It suddenly dawned on him seeing it up close that the reason the prop arm looked so real was because it WAS real! He started desperately trying to claw his way out but the wet dirt now felt heavy.

"What the fuck!" he shouted as the dirt, which had been mixed with quick setting cement unbeknownst to the two students, continued to set. The weight was becoming unbearable, pressing down on both of their fit bodies and making it harder to move.

The two minions smiled wickedly at each other and disappeared around the side of the house. Jon and his friend struggled to get free, shouting out for anyone who could hear them. Suddenly the sound of two loud, small motors could be heard and Jon instantly recognized what it was. The two demons had started lawn mowers and considering he and Andrew's vulnerable position - their heads were literally the same height as the ground - he didn't want to see just how realistic this haunted house was going to be.

The two demons rounded the corner, each pushing a large old fashioned lawn mower, headed straight for Jon and Andrew.

"Help!" Andrew screamed at the top of his lungs.

The demons ran the mowers so close to the two trapped student’s heads that the wind from the blades made their hair move. Next the demons started mowing over the scattered severed testicles and dicks, which Andrew and Jon were now sure were actually real. Sack after sack erupted into a spray of gore and chunks until the lawn was covered in splatter. Next the demons methodically mowed over every ripped-off dick, turning them into unrecognizable piles of meat. Jon and Andrew screamed and begged, trying desperately to move but their bodies were entirely encased by the now-set concrete mixture. They were trapped. 

After the demons were finished destroying every nut sack - there had to have been at least twenty scattered around the two trapped young men, they stopped their lawn mowers and stood over Andrew. Andrew wailed in terror as the two demons rose their gnarled feet and began stomping on his defenseless nuts, squashing them into the dirt. They took turns and grunted in delight as the college stud’s sex pods were mercilessly stomped.

“Oh God!” Andrew wailed. 

“Andrew!” Jon screamed, trying desperately to get free. 

The two demons just kept stomping until Andrew’s sack was an unhealthy shade of purplish black. Andrew, who was overwhelmed with terror and pain, looked up and let out one final shriek of horror before blacking out. Jon could only look on helplessly as his buddy’s chances of ever having kids were stomped out of existence. Andrew’s left nut cracked causing his sack to rapidly swell much to delight of the hideous creatures.

One of the creatures stopped stomping on Andrew’s nuts and instead took a few steps forward and hovered his disgusting foot over Andrew’s passed out head. Jon’s face became white with terror as he feared he was about see Andrew’s head cracked open like a pumpkin...

“No! Please don’t!”

Shockingly, the demons seemed to heed Jon’s truly desperate pleas and Andrew’s skull and last-whole nut were spared. At least for now. Without a word, the two monstrosities lumbered over to Jon, one of them squatted down and took his plump right nut in his hand, the hand feeling cold and scaly, but before Jon could even register what was happening the creature was squeezing with all of his might. He was stronger than any human Jon had ever encountered. Much, much stronger.

“Ooooh!” Jon wailed which made the watching demon squeal in satisfaction. 

The creature’s meaty fingers dug effortlessly into Jon’s nut, almost instantly rupturing it as if the sturdy membranes were nothing but cheap Halloween decorations. Jon literally couldn’t see straight, his mind was a phantasmagoria of terror, panic and dread. He used to watch slasher movies and muse about how he’d react when faced with that situation and now he unfortunately knew; he’d be completely overwhelmed to the point of blacking out, which he promptly did. The creature let out a howl as his fist compressed Jon’s nut beyond all realistic limits of surviving. 

Jon’s egg sized nut was compressed entirely too flat and had burst, the large organ splitting in half in his bag with the suddenly-released trapped pressure causing a literal muted ‘pop’. Jon’s bruised face twitched but his unconscious mind barely registered the sensation of his cum factory being decommissioned. For good measure the other demon stomped - more like jumped - on Jon’s sack until his left nut was swollen and purple turning his ruined right nut into sack sauce in the process. 

Pleased with their handiwork the two demons got back behind their lawn mowers and turned them on. The sound of the rumbling engines caused Andrew to groggily come to. He screamed out from a burst of adrenaline as he watched his buddy’s busted nuts turn into a shower of disgusting gore. Jon’s beefy, fat and tenderized spuds stood no chance against the powerful blades and the resulting mess was unlike any special effect Andrew had seen in even the goriest horror movie. Unfortunately for Andrew, he didn't have much time to reflect on the awful thing he had just witnessed as seconds later the other demon casually mowed over his own helpless ball bag. They were naturally quite large, but the earlier beating and the rupture had made them swell nearly twice their size....

“NOO!”

SPLOOOSH

The mower’s blade, a relentless scythe, tore into the enormous testicles, turning them into a bloody pulp that splattered the lawn. There was nothing left but a chunky, gooey mess that oozed and squelched beneath the wheels. The mess had been so cataclysmic that his face was dripping with what looked to be the insides of a very meaty pumpkin. Andrew blacked out and the two demons grinned and took their places outside the door to greet guests.

To a casual observer, the lawn just looked like it was covered in ‘fake’ body parts and unrecognizable piles of goo splattered everywhere. The two hyper-realistic ‘fake’, bruised yet handsome college guy heads sticking out of the graves added to the aesthetic. 

This was going to be one helluva haunted house...

Breakfast for One

This story was written in collaboration with by buddy Charn. He's open for commissions so hit him up because he's really quite talented :) You can reach him at Charndatiger@gmail.com

Justin and Drake woke up before their alarm, the light coming in from the stunning picture windows was enough to stir them. Justin had booked a weekend at The Lux Resort Hotel in the City's bustling downtown as a way for them to reset their relationship. Justin had caught Drake cheating on him with their housekeeper Kyle. Well, "Caught" was the wrong word. Justin had been checking up on Kyle's OnlyFan's page and found a video of the slinky tousle haired Kyle being Chicago deep-dished by a very, very familiar cock. Granted, Kyle was a delicious 20-year-old twink but Justin had assumed that Drake would have taken their wedding vows as seriously as he had... though Justin could hardly be surprised Kyle had fallen for Drake.

Drake’s truly enormous, heavy cock made a constant bulge in his pants even when he wasn’t hard. The massive thing was 10 inches flaccid and ballooned to a hole-stretching 15 inches when fully hard. Justin loved it, the thick shaft with its bulbous head and ridged veins was enough to make any man whimper. It had such a presence that Justin could hardly believe he was allowed to touch it. He loved how it felt in his hand as he stroked it, the texture of the skin on his fingertips as he ran them up and down. 

Drake’s cock was truly something to behold with its crown-like shape at the top and its girthy thickness at the base. Every time Justin held it in his hands, he had to take a moment just to admire its size compared to his own smaller organ. He would wrap both hands around it and feel every inch of its length, marveling at how perfectly designed Drake's huge tool was for pleasure. 

As impressive as that powerful cock was, Drake’s testicles were just as much a show stopper. They were massive and heavy, like two egg shaped oranges in Justin’s hands. The density of his testicles was remarkable; they felt as solid as a rock when Justin squeezed them gently, the scrotum so tightly stretched around them that it seemed as though it might split with even the slightest pressure. He could feel their weight in his hands, the meatiness and richness of them made him gasp out loud. No matter how many times he had seen them before, Justin still found himself amazed by Drake’s impressively heavy testicles. Between the hormones they filled Drake with, and the size of that massive piston between his thighs, Justin was actually surprised Kyle hadn’t been split in half!

Drake had spend the intervening week desperately apologizing but Justin seemed oddly undisturbed, suggesting a staycation in the city would be a good way for them to reconnect.

“I love you...” Drake whispered into Justin’ ear.

Justin pretended not to hear him as he rolled out of bed, put on a robe and picked up the room phone. Drake slipped into his robe admiring the city views from the window as his husband placed their breakfast order.

“Food will be here in about thirty minutes. Think that’ll be enough time?”

Justin pulled the belt of his robe, letting it fall to the floor revealing his taught, middle aged body.

“I mean, I’m not a twink or anything but...” Justin gave his husband a sly grin. Drake flushed with embarrassment as he disrobed and approached Justin.

"Now, let me see this big bad piece of meat," Justin smiled as he knelt down in front of Drake. Ten inches of thick, soft dick hung down in front of him, the broad hose lazily curling over the twin weights of Drake's equally impressive testicles. Justin know that Drake's cock was what made Kyle fuck Drake, and that those fat eggs were what made Drake fuck Kyle. He cupped them, one big ball per palm, lifting them up and grinding them together against the root of Drake's rod.

Drake got harder, looking out the window at the city laid out below them. He was standing right by the window and he knew that someone out there was staring up at the sexy daddy with the massive cock in the window.

Justin began to lick and suck along Drake's cock. Drake moaned at this; Justin had given up long ago trying to get his behemoth into that cute little mouth of his, and the feel of his husband's hot wet lips and firm tongue had him throbbing hard and needily against Justin's lips.

Justin continued to taste him, increasing the pressure and speed as he went. His tongue traced a delicate lin along the stud's puffy cumslit, tasting the salt and musk that clung to the man's massive, beautifully shaped cockhead. He refused to suck on his husband's cock, instead only letting him feel the tip of his tongue, as his hands massaged and stroked the rest of his body.

He used both hands to twist and tug on Drake's massive balls, pulling and stretching them down until the already-stretched scrotum gleamed and seemed ready to tear loose of the man's tensed groin. He held them in place with one hand, keeping them stretched, helping those tight cords and muscles relax and get used to them being pulled away from Drake's body, as he stroked up and down the length of that thick, veined shaft. He smiled, his fingers pausing at the tattoo of a curling knot of barbed wire that lined the root of his husband's shaft. It was that tattoo that had confirmed that Kyle was fucking Drake, after all. He owed that tattoo some credit. 

Drake moaned softly and Justin smiled, pleased with his work as his husband began to try and thrust into his mouth. Justin let that broad head just brush through his lips, nudging against his teeth, and bit down gently at the big head, but at the last minute he eased off. Drake groaned, but Justin was unwilling to let Drake cum just yet. H preferred to keep him teetering on the edge of orgasm, while re-exploring every inch of his husband's body, as if for the last time. Justin stroked down from Drake’s cock to his inner thighs and lower stomach, stroking fingers through that thick fragrant bush, and massaging Drake's muscles, encouraging him to relax. He shifted hands on Drake's balls, always keeping them held down, stretched lower and lower, even after Drake complained about the ache it created in his belly. The pain grew, but so did the pleasure, and Justin seemed perfectly adept at keeping them in balance to make sure Drake was always just unable to cum. 

Drake was enjoying the frustration; his massive 15 inch cock swollen with need but not being allowed release. It felt amazing, and he wanted this attention to last forever. 

'Perhaps if Justin had done this sooner, I wouldn't have cheated on him,' Drake thought, eyes closed and smile wide with satisfaction.

"Come on, Justin... let's see if we can get this whole thing down your throat," Drake suggested, eyes gleaming. "You know how much I love a good deep throat."

"Maybe," Justin replied, as he licked slowly over the precum bubbling from Drake's dick. "It's been a long time since I've had such a big piece of meat in my mouth." There was a knock on the door, interrupting them. Justin stood up, and the two men put on their robes. In Drake's case, there was barely any point, as the massive tent was not something that could be hidden. He folded his dick up against his belly and tied a knot with the belt around the base, keeping it pinned in place, but precum drooled down the underside of it.

“Room service,” a burly waiter announced as he entered the room with a cart. Drake thought nothing of the two other waiters entering behind him, one of which was carrying what looked like a countertop griddle. They were on the penthouse level, maybe extra servants and food prepared in-room was part of the experience, Drake thought. He stretched his arms above his head, watching the large cart as it was rolled in front of him, not noticing as the extra two waiters stood just behind.

Justin pulled up the silver dome of the delivered food, revealing two plates with pancakes, fresh fruit, even two small cups of grits. a large bottle of syrup rested to the side, glass with a large stopper on it.

“Ah, everything looks great but you forgot the sausage...” 

Drake snickered. "Well that sucks, you love sausages." Drake didn't care if the waiters overheard, he was extremely horny and Justin had left him very close to cumming. He groped his nuts through his robe, leering at his husband. "Of course, if you need one-" but before he could finish, arms wrapped around and under his own, strong arming him into position and pushing his thighs up against the cart.

“What the...”

Justin just smiled and leaned forward. "A sausage, you say?" He pulled the belt on Drake’s robe, a heavy BONG resonating through the room as more than a foot of thick Drake meat slapped down onto the silver platter, oozing precum and nestling up against a stack of pancakes. It was thick, the broad cap reddened from the previous stimulation, and it was unabashedly male. The three waiters were momentarily stunned at the sight, jaws gaping at the display, but all three of them stayed on mission. Justin smiled widely, and gripped his husband's cock by the head, gently squeezing and stroking it.

"Yes, this sausage should do..."

The young man who had been wheeling the cart pulled something out of his pocket and approached Drake. It was a cheese cutting wire, with two wooden handles at the end. Justin tugged on Drake's erection, stretching it as firmly as he could away from the stud's groin.

“What the fuck!" Drake exclaimed, as the waiter used a finger to stroke his scraggly pubic hair back from the root of his shaft, baring the barbed wire tattoo.

"Stop!”

Drake struggled in vain as the waiter casually tucked one of the handles under his cock and looped it around, gently tugging the two handles until the thin metal wire was snugly snared around the root of his cock, exactly around the barbed wire tattoo.

Justin smiled, “I figured that if you're gonna treat this big dick of yours like meat, that I might as well, too. This is gonna be one hell of a breakfast.” He adjusted his grip on Drake's cock, stretching it even further away from his body as the waiter pulled on the two wooden handles. The thin metal wire bit into Drake's flesh with a surprisingly gentle pressure, gradually slicing through the skin like a hot knife through butter. 

Drake felt an odd tugging sensation in his groin as he watched in horror and fascination as tiny red beads of blood bloomed out from where the wire disappeared into the skin of his cock, dripping onto the table below. He could feel the wire, pinching and compressing and sawing through the root of his dick - feeling the whole thing go numb. He could see Justin stroking the end of his cock, but he couldn't feel it. With one final pull, the waiter's hands tugged sharply taut, the cheese wire straightening out now that there was no bulky dick blocking it.  Drake's prized 15 inch cock flopped down, severed by its root, flopping down onto one of the plates with a wet thud. 

Drake had been so transfixed on watching his cock's execution that he hadn't even thought to protest, but as the burn of pain from severed nerves lit up his brain, he began to wail and scream in denial.

"My cock! My cock you sick fuck, you just cut off my COCK!"

The waiters stood motionless as Justin picked and held up what remained of Drake’s member.

"Cock? I don't see a cock here."

Justin brought the severed dick to his face, and licked lewdly up along the length of it, from dripping cockhead to the severed root. "All I see is meat." 

He handled the cock, stroking and kneading it between his fingers. He had never been able to do so so freely, and the thrill of holding his husband's severed dick made his stomach thrill almost as much as the thought of what was coming next did. He moved to the end of the cart, where the waiter who had severed Drake’s dick with wire was setting up the griddle. The waiter wiped the inside of the griddle with a bit of butter and smiled as Justin callously dropped Drake’s severed dick on the hotplate. It hissed, the flesh flexing as steam cooked out from inside. 

Drake screamed as he looked on in horror. 

The griddle sizzled and popped as the fat rendered from the sausage and a nice even char began to form. Justin continued to press down on the sausage, watching as it slowly cooked in a pool of its own juices. The smell of cooking meat spread throughout the room, mixed with the masculine scent of Drake’s arousal that had already been filling the room when the waiters arrived. After a few minutes, Justin flipped the sausage over and gently rolled it back and forth. He smirked and pushed down on the head with the spatula, making sure to pan fry the delicate frenum that was just underneath the dick's head, frying that sensitive patchwork of skin. 

Drake sobbed as he watched his proud shaft turn from an ass-pleasing testament of manhood to a well cooked polish kielbasa. He placed Drake’s thoroughly cooked dong on the plate next to the pancakes and smothered the entire breakfast platter with syrup, making sure to coat Drake’s charred, burned meat sausage with plenty of maple syrup.

Justin took a fork and knife and sliced into Drake’s cooked cock, cutting behind the glans and lifting it up into the air, the meat still steaming and dripping sweet syrup.

“Oh, look honey, isn't this what you wanted, my mouth full of your cock?" Justin teased, as he stuffed the whole piece into his mouth. It was quite the mouthful, and as he bit down, juices and syrup sprayed from his lips. Justin covered his mouth, pretending to be embarrassed, but then made a show of chewing and savoring the massive mouthful of his husband's huge cockhead.

Drake could do nothing but watch helplessly as Justin ate his massive, cooked penis one bite at a time. He felt violated and humiliated, unable to comprehend the horror and degradation he was experiencing.  His hips twitched with each bite as the darkened, crispy sausage was consumed and savored in a way that he had never imagine and would never experience again.  It felt like an eternity before Justin stuffed the last few inches, with bits of barbed wire tattoo still hinted at, between his lips and swallowed them almost whole. Drake's prized fifteen inch dick was... gone. 

Justin put the plate back on the cart and grinned at Drake in a smug, satisfied way. “Wow, I don’t think I’m going to have room for the pancakes,”

Justin wasn't kidding. Drake’s big dick had been surprisingly meaty and filling, the flesh salty and crispy and juicy in a way that Justin couldn't help but savor. He hadn't even realized he had devoured it all until the last bit went down his throat and he went to cut off another piece... and found none. He looked his husband over, enjoying the patched up bandage that the waiter had applied to his husband's groin while he was enjoying his meal. A massive snake had hung down there, between Drake's thighs, for decades... now there was nothing but a couple bandages and two remarkably large testicles.

"Damn, Drake..." Justin said, and he could swear his belly growled in hunger, despite having a pound and a half of cooked meat inside it already. "I never noticed how big... and meaty... those balls of yours were."

Drake was crying, and afraid, and in pain. "I'm sorry, honey. I'll never cheat again, I swear. Please. Please just let me go."

"I don't know..." Justin replied, a playful smile on his face. "Those balls look delicious. They look like they'd go great with pancake syrup."

"No!"

Justin sighed in mock exasperation. "You don't get it, sweetie. You don't get to decide whether I'm gonna ruin your balls or not. If you're really nice, I'll let you decide HOW I'll ruin them. What do you think? Should I pan fry them whole, like your dick? Perhaps I should scramble them in their sack and make a soufflé? I've got a coffee maker - maybe I should boil them? The possibilities are endless! What's not endless, is your genitals. We only have one chance to cook them juuuuust right. I just can't WAIT to see what they're going to taste like. It's not my fault, though, I mean, I watched the porno with you and Kyle. You really REALLY wanted him to gulp down your nuts, right? So... here I am. Ready to gulp down your nuts. And you just seem so ungrateful!"

The thought of the juicy meat that would come out with each bite excited him as he imagined all the different spices and seasonings he could use to make these balls taste like something entirely new. Whatever way he chose, Justin knew it wouldn't be boring - Drake's big, meaty 'eggs' promised a delicious breakfast treat.

He grabbed a few spices from under the cart and sprinkled them onto the griddle before adding a few drops of olive oil for good measure. Then he placed Drake's oversized testicles onto the griddle and started cooking them slowly over low heat. As they began to sizzle and brown, Justin inhaled deeply, savoring their aroma. He scooped up some of the butter and oil with the spatula, drizzling them over the crisping flesh.

"No, no, please! OW! NOOOO!" Drake pled, but Justin was smiling, living in another world. For too long Drake had ruled their relationship with his oversized package... and Justin was enjoying 'evening the score', as it were. He hmmed. These fat balls were too big. They were going to take far too long to cook like this. Making an executive decision, Justin held the metal spatula by the handle, so that the front edge of it was perpendicular to the griddle. He pushed down, slicing the blade down into the center of Drake's left testicle, feeling the flesh simmering around the hot blade. He pulled it loose, and repeated the process on the right one, half-bisecting both egg-shaped balls. White flesh sizzled in the oil that crept into the opened organs, as Drake screamed and passed out at the excruciating pain.

That was fine. Justin picked up a hamburger press, the asterisk shaped metal weight perfectly suited for Drake's hamburger-patty-sized nuts. He lined it up on top of the first one, and pushed down with both hands, putting his weight behind it. The weakened testicle bulged, and then crushed, collapsing into itself. Frothing meaty gunky flesh spit out across the griddle, as sperm juices immediately cooked from clear to white. Justin grinned and moved it to the second testicle, repeating the process. The big balls were completely ruined now, the undersides cooked, the tissues crushed and simmering in their own juices. Taking the spatula, Justin flipped the massive scrotum over. The waiters blushed, watching this morbid recipe be created, but Justin just smiled at them.

"I like my eggs fried hard, don't you?" He used a spatula to cut the flesh free of Drake's entirely denuded groin, and the waiters brought the unconscious man over to the bed, to sleep off the trauma.

Then, the waiters left the room, surreptitiously checking their own goods, glad that they were not the guy who got caught cheating.

As for Justin? He sat down with his plate of scrambled eggs and syrup, and loaded up with his delicious, meaty breakfast.