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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Signs in the Woods

Twenty five year old David, his T-shirt clinging to his sweat soaked chest, leaned against a tree to catch his breath, running a hand through his blond hair in an effort to cool himself down. David was fairly fit, years of cross country running had sculpted his six foot body, especially his muscular legs. However, the weight of his overloaded backpack combined with the midday heat was oppressive even for him.

"Come on!" he called out to his approaching younger brother.

Tyler rolled his eyes as he slowly trudged toward his brother. Tyler was only twenty, and although he was as tall as his athletic older brother, he wasn't in nearly of good of shape. He easily weighed fifty pounds more, most of it in his stomach, and considered taking the stairs instead of the escalator at the mall constituted excise. As he approached, his husky frame weighed down by an equally large camping sack, he gave his older, fitter brother a scowl.

David had planned this brothers' camping trip as a legitimate way for the two quite opposite brothers to bond but his good intentions were totally lost on Tyler, who saw the trip as a blatant reminder he was the gimpy younger brother in his athletic, popular brother's shadow.

"How much further," Tyler was barely able to get out as he stopped as his brother's side panting heavily.

"Just a few more miles,"

Tyler rolled his eyes and the two continued on. A short while later they came across a line of sycamore trees, each with bold red 'No Trespassing' signs affixed to their trunks. David gave the wall of signs a quizzical look.

"What is it? Are we lost?" Tyler asked, taking a bit of satisfaction at his perfect brother's plight.

David pulled out his small map and studied it for several minutes.

"I told you we should have just used GPS..."

"Not now, Tyler," David said, trying to mask his frustration at his know it all brother, "We must have gotten turned around somewhere. Let's just cut through here."

David finished pointing directly toward the 'No Trespassing' signs.

Tyler was about to protest, but David was already several feet beyond the signs. The two continued on for several hours, the sun was starting to set and they were still wandering apparently in the wrong direction. Tyler had expected to be back at the car hours ago and was becoming openly impatient with this brother's refusal to acknowledge that he'd messed up.

"Are we lost?" Tyler said, stopping abruptly and plopping down, the weight of his knapsack starting to take a toll.

"No. We just... I think we're headed in the right direction."

"You think? You think?" Tyler said, raising his voice, "We're not all wonder jocks like you. I'm dyin' here. I can't just keep going in circles because you think..."

"Hey!' came an extremely agitated sounding deep voice.

David and Tyler both turned to see a large man, easily just shy of seven foot and quite broad, approaching with surprising speed. The man had ghostly pale skin which contrasted dramatically with his long, black ratty hair. A dark red plaid shirt was draped over his muscular frame. As he approached, it became apparent that his face was horribly disfigured, perhaps scarred, as if he had been in a fire or accident.

Tyler stood up quickly and stood slightly behind his brother, as if instinctively wanting his protection.

"Look buddy, we got lost. We're just..."

"Did you not see the signs?" the man roared, stopping just feet from the two.

David's heart raced, and Tyler grimaced, as the horribly disfigured man eyed them suspiciously. He was huge, perhaps weighing as much as two hundred fifty pounds, and quite muscular, huge biceps bulging the short sleeves of his shirt. The man was standing slightly crooked, as if one of his tree trunk legs was shorter than the other, and he was breathing heavily.

"We're just lost. We'll ..." David tried to explain.

The man took another step toward them, raising his fists. David stepped forward and without thinking pushed his younger brother further behind him.

"Look, buddy. We're sorry, Just point us out of here and we'll be on our way."

The man didn't say anything as he unexpectedly lunged at David, knocking him effortlessly to the ground. Tyler jumped back as the large stranger began pounding his huge fist into David's handsome face.

"Run Tyler!"

Tyler lunched on top of the stranger, but was easily knocked aside, hitting his head on a rock. He looked up into the canopy in a daze before passing out.

When he came to, his head still groggy, Tyler found himself tied to a tree. His arms and ankles were securely tied behind the trunk, leaving him totally exposed. He looked down to see he had been totally stripped, his soft stomach was bruised and sore as if he had been beaten further after he had passed out. His large, pendulous nuts dangled five inches below his spread legs.

Tyler looked around in confusion, trying to figure out where he was. The sun was still stetting, so he figured that not too much time could have passed since they ran into the Stranger. He glanced to his right to see David was tied to another tree a few feet away in similar fashion. David was stripped naked, his toned, muscular body in stark contrast to Tyler’s. David's balls were slightly smaller and rounder than his brothers and were much tighter against his body, his scrotum bulging out from under this cock like a fleshy orange. His face was bruised and bloody and it looked as if he was still passed out.

"David," Tyler shouted, "David wake up!"

David continued to hang from the tree motionless as Tyler began to frantically struggle against his constraints. The bonds barely yielded even after several minutes of Tyler's struggling.

"Help!" he shouted.

"Shut up!" came the familiar voice of the Stranger from behind.

The man's footsteps were uneven as he came from around the trees and stood directly in front of Tyler. The Stranger smelled putrid and his disfigured face was even more hideous up close. He had a wild glint in his eye, like a deranged character from a horror movie, as he spoke.

"I'm gonna' have fun with you,"

Tyler had to turn his head to avoid gagging on the man's foul breath. The Stranger reached out and cupped Tyler's defenseless, swinging sack in his large hand and gave it a devastating squeeze.

Tyler struggled and let out a blood curdling scream as he felt his manhood being compressed flatter and flatter... and flatter. He had never experienced anything so painful in his entire life. He threw up as the man's hand continued to mercilessly squash the young man's balls into each other.

"Stop! Don't hurt him!" David screamed crying. He was still obviously quite groggy, but awake enough to be aware of what was going on.

The Stranger released Tyler's now red balls and walked in his awkward, jilted manner over to the bound muscular blonde. He had barely reached David when he balled his fist and sent it crashing into David's mounding sack. David howled, his muscles useless in helping him escape, a the Stranger withdrew his arm and sent his fist crashing into the helpless sack over and over.


Each perfectly aimed impact made a sickening, wet splat into the jiggling nut sack. David's head rolled and he screamed uncontrollably as he felt the powerful blows were laying waste to his sex life. Tyler could only watch in horror as his older brother’s nuts were being reduced to paste. The beating continued non stop for nearly ten minutes and Tyler was sure his brother's nuts were being permanently wrecked. The wet splats were getting softer with each impact and David's sack was turning black and purple. It was swollen to an an enormous proportion, each nut now the size of an egg and straining against the skin of the now over filled sack.

"Stop! Please stop!" Tyler screamed as he watched his pain wracked brother finally pass out. But the Stranger just kept pounding.

Finally, a few minutes later, David's sack was visibly flatter but apparently still intact, the Stranger stopped and stepped back. Tyler looked over at his brother pleading him to wake up, but David's body looked especially limp. Had he died?

"Your turn," the Stranger said in an evil laugh as he walked over to Tyler.

Tyler screamed and attempted to close his legs to no avail. The Stranger just ignored him and pulled a small object out of his back pocket, fumbling with it in his large but apparently uncoordinated hands, before turning so that Tyler could see what it was.

Tyler instantly pissed himself when he was the small gun the Stranger was holding. Tyler couldn't tell if the gun itself was abnormally small or if the Stranger's fat hands just made it look that way. Th Stranger stood back several feet from Tyler, his hideous face gnarled in concentration as he took careful aim at Tyler. Tyler begged and pleaded until...


A high pitched boom, more like a 'pop' cracked through the air followed almost immediately by a sharp stinging in Tyler's left pec. Tyler looked down, expecting to see a bullet wound but instead found a large welt had formed...


Tyler writhed as two more sharp pains struck his left thigh and right arm, followed by more welts. He quickly realized the abominable stranger was using him as a pellet gun target.


Tyler was totally defenseless as the tiny metal pellets pelted his body. Huge, red welts marked his body and the stinging pain of each impact was driving him crazy. But the pellets were being fired from too far away to do any real damage...


The Stranger let out a sound half way between a squeal and a laugh as a pellet landed squarely on Tyler's right nut. He could feel the pellet trying to tear into his testicle's membranes, filling his crotch with an incredible pain. His entire sack instantly bruised...


Three more pellets found Tyler's right nut which was now rapidly swelling. Each pellet was digging deeper and deeper into the assaulted nut, though the skin hadn't broken yet. Tyler looked down as he felt a peculiar flushing sensation in his sack. The right side of the sack was now swollen to three times its normal size and it was apparent he was now bleeding inside his sack.. Had his testicle ruptured?

The Stranger took several large steps closer and began firing again.


Pellets landed all over Tyler's body, only this time leaving even nastier bruises as the shortened distance increased the force of each impact. Tyler's entire body was turning blue and black and he screamed and struggled to escape.


A well-aimed pellet to his throat instantly silenced him. For a moment Tyler thought he was going to suffocate from a collapsed throat, but he was able to slowly catch his breath as the initial shock and pain died down.

The Stranger took a few more steps closer to his target and was now standing less than three feet away from Tyler. Tyler, his voice still hoarse from the previous pellet to the throat, pleaded with the man to let him and his brother go. He looked over at the still passed out David and shuddered to this what kind of damage the Stranger could do to him in his utterly defenseless position.


The Stranger fired pellets directly into Tyler's sack. Tyler's entire world seemed to melt away, so consuming was the pain of having his nuts used as a point blank pellet gun target. The pellets were now breaking the skin with each impact and his swollen scrotum was literally being torn to shreds. Tyler writhed and screamed but the Stranger just kept firing...


Each pellet impact into his exposed crotch made a wet splat that echoed through Tyler's head. His sack was now dripping blood from the numerous open welts. That's when the Stranger took a final step and extended the gun in his arm. The barrel was touching Tyler's sack. Tyler looked into the man's eyes, shuddering at the awful appearance. Tyler closed his eyes tightly as he saw the man's finger twitch on the trigger...


To Tyler's surprise, nothing happened. The man grunted and reached into his pocket to retrieve more bullets. After the pellet gun was reloaded, he walked away from Tyler casually and took position in front of David, who was still passed out. He rose the barrel of the gun so that it was just touching the hunky study's swollen left testicle...

"Nooo! Please don't !" Tyler screamed as he helplessly watched his brothers' nuts about to be destroyed.


The Stranger fired three pellets which instantly lodged inside of David's meaty left nut. David's eyes shot open and he let out a horrendous howl, looking down to see his sack had been blown open.

His muscular chest rippled as he heaved and begged by the Stranger to stop, but the Stranger just moved the gun to the other nut and fired...


David's right nut fractured in the sack as the pellet tore through his scrotum. David cried out then passed out again, unable to handle the nightmare he was in. The Stranger grinned and took a step back, firing from slightly further away into the torn open scrotum.


A pellet collided directly with the left testicle...


Another pellet tore into the chunks of his ruined right testicle.


Pellet after pellet turned the jocks' nuts into a shredded, gory mess and Tyler could do nothing to stop it. ti was obvious David's sex life was over as a final pellet shattered his right testicle which was now hanging outside of the torn apart sack. The Stranger was giggling as he continued to mutilate the defenseless stud. Tyler was pleading for mercy and struggling as hard as he could against his constraints... then he felt something.

The knot around his ankles had broken in his struggle!


The stranger fired a final pellet that disposed of a fleshy lump that was hanging by a thread between David's muscular legs. His testicles had been reduced to a stain on a tree trunk. The Stranger, realizing he had nothing let to use as a target, roughly grabbed David's cock and jammed the barrel of the gun into his piss slit. David's head rocked back and forth slightly..


A pellet tore through the length of David's cock, causing irreparable damage to the shaft as it traveled the length, getting lodged at the base. Tyler continued to struggle as the Stranger moved the pellet over David's face.


A close range pellet caused a shower of blood to erupt from David's broken nose.

The Stranger rose the gun and hovered the barrel just inches from David's right eye. Tyler let out a scream as he felt his last constraints break. He fell to the ground and raced toward his brother...


A pellet flew harmlessly into the canopy, the gun knocked away at the last moment as Tyler lunged at the Stranger. The Stranger was knocked to the ground, Tyler on top of him, pummeling his disfigured face with angry, ill aimed but viciously powerful punches.

The Stranger laughed as he effortlessly tossed the much smaller young man off of him. The two scuffled for a bit before David awoke, his mind still too clouded with terror and pain to fully understand what was happening. His kid brother wielding a large stick, was charging at the large Stranger who now looked genuinely terrified. The Stranger fired wildly at Tyler as he approached, hitting him several times but doing nothing to slow down Tyler's rage induced speed. There was an audible whoosh as Tyler swung the heavy branch with a force David' didn't think was possible from his younger brother.

Tyler let out a war like howl as he and the Stranger collided. David looked down as his bleeding destroyed crotch. The pain was infinitely greater than anything he had ever felt before, but his cries were muted by his terror.

'No! Please!' the Stranger screamed.

There were several loud BOOMS and a truly disturbing, gargled scream as David passed out...

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Simple Gifts (Sequel to 'Cousin Busting')

This is a follow-up to an older story called ' Cousin Busting' which can be found here.

Matt's car rolled by a large sign that had just been constructed outside of his subdivision: "Coming Soon: Phase II, Ground Breaking Summer of 2025". The setting sun made a dramatic backdrop against the peaked roofs and palm trees of the comfortable suburban homes in the aptly named Dream Hill Estates. Despite the stressful day he had just had at work, a broad smile emerged on Matt's face when he saw a matching BMW with the license plate 'MATSGUY' in the driveway. His husband was home unexpectedly early from a business trip.

Matt was overwhelmed by a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen.

"Jesse! You're home early. How was Boston?"

Jesse emerged from the kitchen, still wearing his apron.

"It was... satisfying," he began, "I quit."

Matt's jaw dropped as he reached out to hug his husband.

"Quit? Are you serious?"

"Yes. I’ve been thinking about what you said. We can afford all of this even if I stayed home to watch the baby."

Matt's eyes welled with tears. He felt like his chest was going to burst from joy.

"Seriously! The adoption went through? We're getting a baby!"

"They called me in Boston. I came straight home..."

Matt lunged onto his husband, his tears of joy streaming onto Jesse's face as they locked lips.

"Honey this is the best birthday ever. I love you so much. How am I so lucky?"

"Oh there's one more thing," said Jesse, wiping tears from his eyes as he reached into his apron pocket.

He produced an aged piece of paper which he handed to Matt. It was a printed out transcript from several years ago, back when instant messaging was still popular. He chuckled at the name 'MattzGotGame', his screen name from a lifetime ago:

MessyJesse83: So you'll really do it?

MattzGotGame: Do What?

MessyJesse83: Pop my nuts

MattzGotGame:  Seriously?

MessyJesse83: Yes. I love you so much and I know how much you want to.

MattzGotGame:  Yes, yes!!! I totally wanna do it.

MessyJesse83:  Okay, if we're still together on your 30th birthday, it'll be my gift to you.

MattzGotGame: 30!?! That's forever from now. I'll be old and fat lol

MessyJesse83:  I don't care if you're bald and fat AND impotent. You know I love YOU, not your stats.

MattzGotGame: Oh Jesse I can't wait til I c u again :) How am I so lucky?

Matt looked up, a blank look of astonishment etched across his face. Jesse smiled at his husband, who -- at age thirty -- was just as handsome as ever.

Matt caressed the side of Jesse's face with the back of his hand, and Jesse kissed it softly, making his way up Matt's arm.

"Jesse, that was twelve years ago... I ahhh" Matt moaned in pleasure as his husband began kissing and licking the underside of his neck. Jesse knew exactly how to turn Matt on.

"We were kids. I was totally joking about that,"

Jesse stepped back, still holding Matt's hand, "I wasn't. Remember how much fun we used to have. You used to really work me over."

Matt sighed softly as his husband pecked the back of his hand, his soft lips sending tingles up his arm.

Matt and Jesse's relationship had started, ironically enough, with one of Jesse's testicles partially ruptured. Their lustful romp culminating in the ultimate expression of Matt's repentant dominance. Jesse's manhood healed completely and he continued to be the submissive half of the relationship. Rough sex with the small Matt manhandling the larger, beefier Jesse gave way to bondage and toy play, S&M and increasingly kinkier activities. But by graduate school, they were an upwardly mobile power couple.

They pursued traditional, white collar careers, law for Matt and political lobbying for Jesse, and by their late twenties were already respected pillars in their conservative suburban community. And, in matching their outwardly conservative lives, their relationship gradually became more traditional though just as fiercely passionate, though there was the occasional ball squeeze during sex or playful slap. Both of them vividly remembered the night Matt had ruptured Jesse's testicle and both knew that it precipitated the largest, most intense orgasm Matt had ever had before or since. Matt had fantasied about castrating Jesse, and castration talk was common in their earlier years, but he never thought it would actually happen. Matt's cock twitched in his slacks as he considered the note.

"But with a baby coming..."

"Okay, then pop one. Just burst one. I only need one anyway. I know how much you want to..." Jesse guided Matt's hand between his legs to the mound under his apron.

Matt's cock continued to stiffen as the realization of what was happening set in. Jesse was right. Matt's facilitation with ball busting, in particular busting Jesse's nuts, never totally went away. Matt loved Jesse and would never deliberately injure him, but that's exactly what Jesse was practically begging him to do -- and Matt was tempted to join in. The contradiction was overwhelming.

"Mmm," Jesse moaned. Matt, without thinking, was firmly squeezing the bulge in Jesse's pants.

"Let's um. Let's talk about it over dinner, okay?'

The amuse buse were crackers topped with flavorful humus and two soft boiled eggs served in delicate egg cups.

He licked his lips and winked as Matt cracked the egg with his fork, shattering the shell and exposing it's runny insides. The implied visual was obvious.


The next course consisted of chicken with peanut sauce, and Jesse went into detail about how he had to crack the nuts and crush them into mush. It was making Matt hard... For desert was a simple fruit bowl, full of grapes, cherries and melon balls.

"Have one," Jesse said feeding a rather large, firm grape to his husband.

Matt rolled the grape around in his mouth for a moment, pretending it was one of Jesse's large nuts, then chomped into it when it was between his molars. He felt the insides of the grape exploding, splattering the back of his throat. Jesse then fed him a cherry, which Matt chomped in half with his front teeth. Matt, then took of the melon balls and put them in his mouth, rolling them slowly as he rubbed over his husband's crotch, his cock now raging.

"Oh yeah. What if those were my nuts."

Matt gave a devilish wink as he chomped down hard, making both of the testicles-by-proxy burst in his mouth. Jesse's cock twitched.

"Let's take this to the bedroom" said Jesse, taking his husbands hand and leading him toward the bedroom.

They barely made it out of the dining room before they were ripping each others clothe off. Matt, with a roughness he hadn't shown in years, literally threw his husband onto the dining room table, sending dishes crashing to the ground. Jesse knelt over the table,his ass in the air as Matt spit into his hand , lubed up his partner's ass and rammed his now throbbing cock into Jesse's hole. Jesse screamed in pleasure. It was the roughest penetration Matt had done in some time, and he was plunging all the way in, the entire eight inches, not stopping at five like normal which was more comfortable to Jesse.

"Oh yeah! Own me stud!" Jesse screamed, reaching around and clutching his husband's ass.

Matt fucked Jesse mercilessly for several minutes before grabbing him by the back of the head and motioning him to stand up. Jesse made his way to the bedroom, but was stopped midway through the living room, forced to his knees while Matt face fucked the hell out of him. They continued like this for hours, stopping all over the house before finally making it to the bedroom. Behind them was a trail of overturned chairs, broken picture frames and shoved furniture. They hadn't had such a wild, rumpus fuck since they were in their teens. Matt had cum twice and was ready to go a third time as Jesse lay spread eagle, covered in sweat and his ass dripping with cum.

"So, are you gonna do it? Are you gonna crack this nut?" he asked breathlessly, clutching his huge right ball so that it bulged against his sack.

Matt's eyes fixated on the large, vulnerable organ, his mind swimming with lust, as he shouted "Hell yes!"

He jumped on top of Jesse, rolled him on his back and plowed into him , grabbing his right nut and squeezing it as he plunged into his husband’s well lubed ass. He formed an 'O' around the ball with his thumb and forefinger, trapping it from escaping into Jesse's body and proceeded to punch it with each stroke.

Jesse was writhing and crying. He hadn't experienced true ball pain in years. His legs kept trying to close out of instinct, but he willed them to stay open. He had been craving this domination for moths, a welcome dose of the old days into their modern lives.

"Oh God! Pound it flat!" He screamed as unbearable pain and pleasure erupted from his loins.

Matt was fucking him with the vigor of an eighteen year old, grunting like an animal and plunging balls deep with each piston like thrust.

"Oh! I'm gonna -- I"m gonna cum!" Matt screamed, continually pounding the swelling sack as he got closer to climax.

"Oh fuck! oh fuck!" Jesse screamed, his fourth load of the night flooding the bed under him, "Pop it!"

Indeed, Matt could feel that his devastating punches were starting to soften the now blood red ball. The delicate membranes and tissues starting to tear just like had done all those years ago. Only this time there wouldn’t' be anything left to heal..


Matt screamed as his body arched in pleasure. He pulled out just in time to shower Jesse's back with another copious, thick load. In his ecstasy he had stopped punching the swollen nut, instead collapsing onto of his husband's gooey back.

The two lay still for several minutes, panting hard. Recovering from their marathon fuck fest. When Matt had finally recovered enough to speak he rolled Jesse onto his back and leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

"Next time,I'm not gonna stop pounding until Mr. Righty goes splat." he finished licking his husband’s ear.

Jesse's back arched in pleasure as he shrieked "Oh God! I can't wait."

Matt pulled more favors than he knew he had to have his case load transferred to other partners at his law firm long enough for him to take an unannounced week off of work..

On the first day, Jesse woke up early and prepared an elaborate gourmet breakfast for Matt, delivering it to him on a tray in bed complete with a fresh cut flower in a glass vase. The vase, along with the rest of the breakfast, ended up on the floor as Matt immediately grabbed his husband and fucked and sucked him for hours. They took a break for lunch, barely clearing away the dishes before Jesse had pinned the smaller Matt against the refrigerator and inhaled his cock like a pro. Jesse got a particularly thick, creamy load shot directly into his waiting stomach as a reward. Matt, his knees still weak from the powerful orgasm, bent over the breakfast bar, his muscular butt in the air.

Jesse smiled in delight, spit in his hand and plunged his rock hard cock into Matt. Matt was usually a top, so his ass was especially tight. Matt grunted as Jesse's cock tore into his tight guts, a few times wincing in genuine pain. Jesse eased up a bit taking a softer rhythm on Matt's practically virgin ass until he filled his husband's insides with what felt like gallons of cum.

The two fucked each other for hours in every conceivable position -- on all fours, pinned against walls, on their backs, on their stomachs, even in the back seat of Matt's car. Through it all, Matt squeezed and kneaded Jesse's doomed right ball in his hands, causing it to swell considerably. By dinner, Matt's loads were smaller, merely dribbles, but his cock almost immediately got hard after he shot his load. Jesse was loving how brutally his muscular husband was owning his ass and kept egging Matt on to continue.

Despite the ostensibly carnal nature of their relationship that day, the two had never experienced stronger, heart-felt love in their entire lives. While Jesse was getting fucked yet again on his back, Matt looked down with awe at this amazing, handsome blonde man. "How am I so lucky?" Matt thought to himself as he became so overwhelmed with joy he started crying. Jesse followed suit and soon the two were holding each other tightly, their bodies wet from cum and sweat, crying and professing their love for one another with the rawness of their very first night together.

"Matt, I love you. But I gotta' eat. We've been at it for hours," Jesse said laughing, his stomach grumbling as if on cue.

"Okay, but after dinner, Mr. Righty gets a proper work over."

Jesse grinned and his cock twitched at the prospect. The two, who wreaked of sex, took a shower together -- too spent to even attempt to fool around again -- and ordered a pizza.

The delivery boy was a handsome, dark haired young man in his early twenties wearing a rainbow necklace. Matt and Jesse both answered the door wearing only their bath towels, causing the cute delivery boy to flush red with embarrassment as his cock stiffened in his jeans. There was a point in their lives where Matt and Jesse would have invited the young man in, but now they only had eyes for each other.

The door had barely closed before Matt and Jesse were at it again, making out like school boys while their pizza got cold. After they finally ate an hour -- and two explosive orgasms later -- Matt lead Jesse into the kitchen for 'Mr. Righty's' work over.

Jesse's right ball was quite swollen and sore from the day's worth of squeezing, but it was in for much, much more. They had decided to burst Jesse's nut in a room of the house they used regularly -- like the kitchen -- instead of the basement or garage. That way they would be reminded practically daily of the amazing experience they were about to have.

They hadn't talked about about exactly how Jesse was going to be nutted, and Matt was planning on simply playing it by ear, using this opportunity to act out every ball busting fantasy he had ever wanted to until his husband's meaty testicle finally exploded. The thought of his man's ball exploding was making Matt incredibly hard. His cock was raging so hard, it almost hurt as it throbbed, swinging freely between his legs.

"Spread 'em," He instructed as Jesse stood in front of the double wide stainless steel refrigerator..

Jesse spread his legs thick, muscular legs allows his heavy ball sack to swing in front of the refrigerator door. Matt licked his lips and stood facing his husband. He reached out and kissed him, putting his hands on his shoulders to brace as he lifted his knee into the waiting ball bag with a CRUNCH.

Jesse gasped and attempted to double over, but was held up by his smaller partner. Matt and Jesse continued to make out passionately as Matt slammed his knee into the bouncing ball bag six more times, each time Matt's cock jumped as he felt Jesse's lumps compressing against his body. Jesse was crying from pain, but didn't try to close his legs or pull away. If anything, he grabbed the back of Matt's head and pulled him in closer as Matt reached a hand down and cupped Jesse's right nut.

"Mmmph!" Jesse groaned, as Matt's strong hand closed around the doomed ball.

Matt squeezed tighter and tighter, his cock gushing precum as he felt the ball getting softer in his bare hand.

"Aah" Jesse gasped, instinctively pushing Matt away from him as he started to slide to his knees.

Matt grinned, as he kept his tight grip on Jesse's swollen right ball. Jesse stopped half way down the refrigerator, unable to slide down further without causing Matt to stretch his nut like a yo yo string.

"Mmm" Matt said finally letting go of the abused organ and letting Jesse slide the rest of the way to the ground.

Jesse's strong hands cupped his crotch as he struggled to catch his breath. Matt had put him in a world of hurt and he hadn't even done any permanent damage...yet. Despite it all, Jesse's cock was harder than it had been in years. Matt smiled as he roughly lifted his husband to his feet and shoved him over to the table.

"Stand! Put your balls on the table!" Matt barked in a dominate tone.

Jesse nodded and placed his sagging nut sack on the table top. Matt went to the counter and fetched a metal meat tenderizer mallet. Jesse's eyes grew wide as Matt carefully aimed the mallet over his right nut.

"Oh Matt, I love you --"

Whoosh! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRR-U-NCH! Matt sent the heavy mallet crashing down on the defenseless flat orb rapidly three time, each time feeling the mallet head dangerously compressing half of Jesse's sex life. Matt had reared his hand back for a fourth strike, but Jesse collapsed in a heap on the kitchen floor before he could swing.

Jesse was rocking back and forth howling in agony, clutching his sack which felt like it had been broken in two. Matt set down the mallet and crouched to his husband's side and roughly pushed his hands off his throbbing nuts. Matt reached for and roughly fondled the now totally red, slightly flat looking right nut and rolled it in his hand. The enormous nut felt a bit softer than earlier, but was still entirely whole. Matt's thumb dug into the fleshy orb and his face was red with effort as he pressed in deeper, and deeper... and deeper. And deeper. His thumb mercilessly tore into the delicate, inflamed membranes causing his larger, totally submissive husband to wail in pain even though his cock was pointing straight up leaking precum.

"Oh God!" Jesse screamed out, reaching his large hand to grasp Matt's flexing bicep.

Astoundingly, instead of trying to push Matt's hand away, Jesse lovingly squeezed the muscle that was laying waste to his nut.

"OH yeah! Fucking crush it! Own me stud --- aaah!" Jesse screamed out as he felt Matt's thumb suddenly sink deeper into his ball.

Matt thought he was going to cum as he felt Jesse's huge, battered sex organ starting to literally collapse in his hand. He let off the pressure quickly, causing another wave of pain as blood quickly rushed back into the swollen nut. Jesse cried out as he fell over, landing spread eagle on his back clutching his nuts and crying. His cock was starting to go limp, which was misleading considering he was hornier than he had been in years. His smaller, muscular husband climbed on top of him, chest to chest, and started kissing him.

Jesse's face was contorted in pain, but his tongue swirled inside Matt's mouth as Matt's hand slowly made its way to Jesse's crotch. Matt grabbed Jesse's right ball and squeeze viciously, rolling it between his thumb and fingers. He was checking to see if there was any damage, but it still felt quite whole, though much, much softer.

Jesse's eyes bugged out at the rough examination, but he just wrapped his arms around Matt's studly back and held him tightly. He could have easily pushed Matt off torso to save his doomed testicle, but the feeling of being so totally dominated was canceling out any urge to save himself.

"Oh yes! Crush it! Crack that nut!" Jesse screamed out as Matt let the swollen gonad go.

Matt stood up and barked for Jesse to do the same. Jesse was rising slowly to his feet when Matt grabbed him by cock and pulled him up the rest of the way.

"Not fast enough," Matt said pulling his husband to the counter by his dick.

Jesse felt like Mat was going to rip his throbbing cock off his body, but the pleasure Matt was getting from releasing his pent up dominate nature was unmistakable.

"This is the end. I'm gonna bust this ball,"

Matt knelt down between Jesse's spread legs. He grabbed the throbbing right ball and made an O with his thumb and fore finger at the base, making the trapped testicle bulge against the skin of the sack. Matt balled his fist and pounded it into the trapped nut with a resounding, soft SPLAT.


Jesse's legs buckled as he braced himself against the counter, struggling to keep himself upright. He was sobbing and felt like he was going to throw up, but he found the strength to shout out "Oh Matt! Fuckin' destroy it! Pop it!"


Matt's powerful fist sank further and further into the ball with each hit and the poor testicle took slightly longer to plump back with each blow.

"Oh you want me to pop this nut?" Matt screamed, not stopping his pounding for a moment.


Jesse's eyes rolled into his head. He could feel himself blacking out as half of his manhood was being crushed by his husband.

"Oh... please... pop...." Jesse got out, a smile of satisfaction on his face as he passed out.

Matt stood up just in time to catch his husband's large, husky body as it fell. He inhaled the smell of Jesse's sweat soaked body as he picked him up and carried him into the living room. He gently lay him down in front of the fireplace on his back and brushed the side of Jesse's face with the back of his hand. Matt's entire body tingled as he slowly caressed his husband's body, his hands feeling over ever inch of his mounding pecs, his smooth stomach, his thick thighs. Jesse moaned slightly and his cock started to stir as Matt used his tongue to swirl over each of Jesse's nipples before running his tongue down his body, stopping at his crotch. Matt knew Jesse was amazingly hot, but he felt like he was discovering Jesse's body for the first time. Jesse was starting to stir, his cock now leaking precum like piss, right as Matt opened his mouth as far as he could and went down on Jesse's now throbbing cock.

Jesse gasped as Matt expertly bobbed up and down the entire length of his cock. Matt's stomach was filling with salty, sticky precum which he eagerly swallowed, desperate to make his husband cum one final time before losing a nut.

Jesse moaned and his eyes lost focus as he was consumed by the amazing blow job he was getting. Matt's hands rubbed up and down Jesse's body, pinching and squeezing Jesse's filled out frame. This went on for several minutes and Jesse could feel another load boiling in his abused nuts. He reached out to touch Matt's face, caressing it gently as Matt worked to suck out Jesse's final two-nut load.

"Oh! Oh shit! Oh shit!" Jesse screamed looking down at his husband to watch his throat contracting several times as he struggled to swallow the surprisingly copious load without spilling a drop.

Matt was surprised at the volume of Jesse's load, considering how many times he had already cum that day, but greedily slurped and gulped the salty load. Rope after rope of sticky cum splattered the back of Matt's throat, the sensation driving Matt wild. His own cock was leaking precum and he thought he too was going to shoot just from the feeling of being stuffed with cream by his husband.

Matt pulled off Jesse's spent cock with just a swallow of cum left in his mouth. He smiled at Jesse, a dribble of jizz running down his chin ,and knelt over to kiss him. The two exchanged a deep, cum filled kiss with Jesse swallowing the rest of his own thick load.

"Thank you sir," he said smiling, his head still cloudy from orgasm.

Matt, still on his knees, spit on his hand and lubed up his cock, taking position between Jesse's spread legs. He grabbed Jesse's legs and lifted them into the air, resting the back of Jesse's shins on his shoulders. The position left Jesse's gaping hole totally exposed and Matt grinned as he plunged his thick jock dick into it.

Jesse moaned and his back arched in pleasure as his husband piston fucked him harder than he had ever been fucked. Matt was slamming his cock in balls deep with each thrust, moaning lust as he looked down at Jesse's glistening body.

"You're --- so --- hot. I fuckin' --- love -- you --- so much!" Matt was able to get out through his unintelligible grunting.

Jesse thought Matt was going to rip his guts out he was being power fucked so mercilessly, but he begged for more - his cock already hard and dripping again. Matt loved how totally he was dominating his larger husband, which made his cock throb even more as it tore into Jesse. As he kept fucking, Matt looked down and saw Jesse's sack resting on the ground between his legs. His mind flashed back to their very first night together when he had ruptured Jesse's testicle by punching it flat into the ground. Jesse had been in a similar position then...


"Oh God!" Jesse screamed, making a fist and biting it to contain his outbursts.

Matt was slamming his fist as hard as he could into Jesse's ridiculously swollen, ready to burst right nut with each thrust. He could feel it getting flatter and flatter with each viscous pounding and knew the end was coming.

Jesse, his face a mix of fear, lust and pleasure, made brief eye contact with his husband before blacking out, his mind unable to process the intense pain of his testicle literally being crushed.

"Oh yeah. Fuckin' crack!"


"Yes! It's starting to go! It's popping!" Matt screamed as he continued to plow into Jesse's hole, now pounding the doomed right nut quickly and with so much force it was barely able to plumb back into shape between blows.

Over and over the huge organ was pounded into the ground, Matt could feel it starting to collapse under his knuckles, the once spherical object getting flatter and flatter. He had taken Jesse to this point once before, years ago in college, during a particularly brutal ball busting session, but had stopped before any real damage


"Oh yeah! I'm crushing it!" Matt screamed, his voice cracking as his load erupted into Jesse's ass.

He pulled out in time for a gusher of semen to splatter Jesse's stomach and chest. Matt grabbed his still throbbing cock and jerked it, another glob of cum landing on top of Jesse's cock and balls. He kept stroking, feeling like he was still having an orgasm as he balled out his other fist and proceeded to pound as hard he could onto the flattened right nut.



SPL--OO-TCH!! Jesse's marked right nut finally couldn't take any more and split apart.

Matt's eyes grew wide and he shot a rope of cum several feel beyond Jesse's head. Then another. And another. His cock just kept squirting and squirting as he replayed the wet, sickening yet thoroughly satisfying wet sploshing CRUNCH of Jesse's nut imploding in the sack.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Matt screamed as his orgasm finally subsided, his husband's body by now looking like it had been the target of a massive bukkake.

Matt kept pounding the already cracked nut until he felt the two chunks shatter further in his swollen sack.


The right side of Jesse's once full sack became flatter and mushier with each blow until...


The last small chunk of Jesse's right testicle that hadn't already been turned into paste finally gave out. Matt grabbed the mushed side of the sack and kneaded the crushed remains in his fingers. Jesse's cock had gone limp, but was still leaking precum. Matt could feel there were still small, chunks of nut in the sack and, his cock still raging and his head still spinning from this ultimate ball busting session, he raced to the kitchen and feetched the meat tenderizer from earlier.

When he got back to Jesse, he dropped to his knees between Jesse's spread legs, raised the mallet over his head and sent it crashing down onto the now totally flattened right nut. The mallet came down a dozen times, each time making a wet sploshing, as Jesse's nut was thoroughly, utterly destroyed. When he was satisfied, Matt positioned the mallet over Jesse's relatively untouched left ball and sent it crashing down -- full force.

Jesse let out a subconscious whimper as his last nut was dangerously compressed.


Matt couldn’t control himself as he sent the mallet down over and over onto Jesse's defenseless left testicle. He grabbed it and roughly rolled it around in his hands, feeling for damage. The nut was swollen, but still whole, though it was obvious the tenderizer was starting to do real damage to Jesse's nut. If Matt kept going Jesse's ball would probably...


Matt, using his fist this time instead of the mallet pounded Jesse's left nut as hard as he could twice more before finally getting control of himself. Jesse's injured left nut slowly plumped back from its slightly flattened state and Jesse's head was rocking back and forth slowly, though the stud was still totally blacked out.

The feeling of totally crushing a testicle was more incredible than anything he had ever experienced and -- for a moment -- he thought he was going to totally castrate his husband right then and there to replicate the experience. Matt was panting, still holding the mallet, which he cast aside as he cradled his husband's head and kissed him.

Jesse barely came to a few minutes later. He was still in a daze, but could tell he was in a car - city lights passing by quickly through the window. It was a lot like their trip to Mercy General more than a decade ago... He looked over at his husband who was driving and smiled before blacking out again.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Crushed Ginger: The Ghost Network III

A maniacal showman knick-named Ghost devises clever ways to nut helpless studs live on the web to the delight of his every-growing list of fans.  His previous victim's plight was detailed in a previous story: Click Here to catch up!

At exactly 11:30 PM, Eastern Standard Time, two years to the day after the harrowing affair of a Russian police officer who had been kidnapped and tortured live on the web caused a media sensation, an encrypted email linking to a web video feed was dispatched around the globe. Within minutes, thousands of people scattered in twenty-four countries were logging into their computers, enjoying a highlight real of the last Ghost performance in preparation of an upcoming show.  Scientists, respected politicians, dictators, soccer moms, college students, religious leaders and pop music stars were among the motley group of invited watchers and despite their varied backgrounds, they shared one thing in common; all were excited by the content of the message. 
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please click on the attached encrypted link at 00:00 hours Eastern Time for my BIGGEST show yet!  

-Yours Eternally, The Ghost
It was just after eleven at night when nineteen year old Lyle finished his late night treadmill run. He had gone to the campus recreation center about an hour earlier to let off a bit of steam after an exhausting day of classes and what started as a brief set on a rowing machine turned into a stint at the free weights and concluded with a walk, that turned into a jog that became an all out twelve kilometer run. The last three kilometers had been an all out sprint, Lyle's toned legs burned as his muscles were awash in lactic acid, but it was a good, refreshing burn and despite dripping with sweat and being physically exhausted, Lyle's mind was fully alert. Although it was twenty-four hour, the gym was virtually abandoned so late at night, so Lyle had thought nothing of peeling off his shirt around the three kilometer mark, showing off his svelte Irish torso to the few students still working out. Lyle weighed only one hundred fifty pounds and at five foot eight, he was a small young man by most measures, yet with virtually no body fat, his otherwise average musculature was so vividly defined that the handsome student look like a confident jock.

As Lyle reached out to the slow the treadmill down from a run to a moderate jog he ran a hand through his sweat soaked, shoulder length fiery red hair and glanced around. The coed who had been doing late night Pilates on a mat next to him was long gone, as was the frat boy who had been trying to undo a semester of pizza and beer on an elliptical. Lyle was essentially alone, aside from an overweight front desk attendant who was consumed with his iPad, yet he couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that he was being watched. And not just by one person. He felt as if he had just walked into class late and was enduring the burning eyes of dozens of classmates, yet there was no one there.

The treadmill slowed again to a brisk walk and Lyle took the slower pace as a chance to admire himself in the wall of mirrors in front of him. His stomach was a solid six pack, his arms and back were lean and well defined, as were his sculpted runners legs. His slight pecs were burried under a patch of curly red hair that matched the top of his head and was in dramatic contrast to his fairly pale skin. The hair on his chest followed a meticulously trimmed trail down his belly disappearing into his sweat soaked knee-length athletic shorts. Beneath the thin fabric, Lyle's enormous genitals had been flopping around for nearly an hour, his low hanging nuts ached from being banged against his thighs as he ran. As the adrenaline rush of his work out started to fade, Lyle became consciously aware of the ache of his nuts and literally slapped himself in the forehead as he realized he had forgotten to wear a jock. His boxer style underwear and running shorts could do nothing to contain his truly massive nuts and eight inch long, five inch thick flaccid penis. In fact, the reason Lyle opted for knee-length shorts was to keep his low hanging fruits from dangling out the bottom of more conservative running shorts.

Lyle hopped off the treadmill and spent several minutes stretching out his muscles, giving quite a show to anyone who may have been watching. His taught frame was glistening with sweat and all of the bouncing had excited his cock to a semi erect state. A modest tent was starting to form in his shorts by the time Lyle had made it into the empty locker room. The water in the shower echoed loudly in the abandoned locker room as Lyle washed away the stress -- and sweat -- of the day, yet the earlier uneasy feeling of being watch wasn't shaken by his empty surroundings.

He was standing under a hair dryer facing the wall, when he heard a slight noise behind him. He turned to see the front desk attendant, a portly student only slightly taller than Lyle, standing just inches behind him holding a hand towel.

Lyle was startled at how such a large awkward person had sneaked up on him, especially given his earlier unease.

"Dude! You scared the shit out of me. What's up?" Lyle asked casually, playing down his earlier fright.

The desk clerk didn't say anything.

Lyle tried to ignore the young man, but was growing increasingly uneasy.

"Can I help you?"

"Nice nuts," the clerk said.

Lyle was stunned, not even trying to mask his disgust at the brazen, unwelcome advance.

"What did you say, fagot?" Lyle roared, his face growing red.

"I said, nice nuts."

The clerk's casualness in the face of Lyle's agitation was startling. Lyle followed the pudgy man's gaze to his balls, each slightly smaller than lemons and almost perfectly round, hanging six inches at the bottom of his hairless sack. his thick cock flopped over them. The entire package was huge and looked especially large against Lyle's svelte frame and clearly the desk clerk was interested.

"Look, guy. I'm not into dudes."

Lyle, trying to suppress his anger, took a step toward the non-threatening out of shape nerd, allowing his impressive package to swing freely. The clerk, despite being physically larger than Lyle, would clearly be no match if push came to shove, yet he stood his ground against the handsome red-headed jock. The clerk's calmness was unsettling. It was so unsettling that it slowly morphed Lyle's anger into fear and it was at that moment that - with no warning - the clerk lunged at Lyle knocking him to the ground.

"What the fuck!"

Lyle's head his the hard tile with a thud, dazing him just enough for the clerk to ram the towel he was carrying into Lyle's face.


A strong, awful odor invaded Lyle's nostrils and filled him with terror. Whatever it was was making him dizzy... The two young men wrestled on the ground, the out of shape desk clerk easily gaining the upper hand on the slowly blacking out Lyle. Soon Lyle couldn't feel his legs, then his arms became heavy. Panic gripped him and, in a last explosion of horror and fear, Lyle screamed girlishly in sheer terror, though it was muffled by the rag. He was getting sleepy and he put up less and less of a fight. His toned muscles became limp and the last thing Lyle remembered seeing clearly before blacking out was a look of sick satisfaction on the desk clerk's acne ridden face. Then there was darkness.


"Wakey, wakey." a booming voice rang through Lyle's head.

His restful slumber was shattered in a jarring instant as the fear and confusion he felt in the locker room came flooding back. As he opened his eyes, shutting them again on impulse after they were flooded with light. He opened them more slowly, giving his tired eyes time to adjust to the glaring white light. He was on this stomach and his arms felt like they were tied behind his back. He instinctively began to struggle but it was no use. As he regained full awareness, he could feel his legs were tied together and again his efforts to shake himself free failed. Most alarmingly, Lyle could feel something extremely heavy pressing against his back, weighing him down, and whatever it is was so heavy it was making it impossible for him to stand up. Lyle tried to turn his head to see what was laying on his back and screamed at what he felt. His neck was shackled to the surface he was laying on, limiting his ability to move his head more than a few millimeters in any direction. He was trapped and utterly helpless. He could only look down, and as his eyes continued to adjust, he realized that he was laying on a clear table, perhaps made of plexiglass, that was suspended about six feet from the ground by four metal poles at each corner. Beneath him was a step stool, a small table made of more traditional wood with what appeared to be a fly swatter, a laptop, a small blender and a bright pink cylindrical object and a standard kitchen colander. What was going on? All around him, the small room was painted entirely white and was awash in light as if the walls themselves were glowing.

"Help! Help me! Help!"

Lyle started screaming into the apparently empty room.

"Silence!" came the voice from earlier and just as booming, as if it was being amplified by some kind of machine.

Lyle was stunned into silence.

Lyle could hear a door opening and closing behind him and measured foot steps approaching.

"Didn't you ever learn that shouting is rude," came the voice, only this time in a more normal level.
Despite his best efforts, Lyle couldn't turn to look toward the approaching voice. Instead he closed his eyes tightly and prayed to himself.

"Aww. Open those pretty eyes," came the man's voice, now coming from directly beneath him.

Lyle's eyes stayed tightly closed.

"I said... open your eyes!"

"Ooooh!" Lyle screamed as his eyes shot open, a burst of pain radiating from his right nut.

That's when Lyle first realized that his ball bag and cock were hanging below him through a hole cut into the glass table and the man under him had grabbed his vulnerable orb and squeezed with a viscous fist. It was the jolt Lyle needed to open his eyes and look down into the man's face, who was looking up at him wearing a hideous goblin mask. Lyle shrieked at the sight, more out of surprise than fear. The man beneath Lyle was average height and appeared to be average build, though it was difficult to tell through his black dress shirt and stylishly loose fitting khakis. If it wasn't for the goblin mask, the man would have easily blended in with any other person on the street. His voice was stern and deep, yet oddly unassuming and relaxed considering the circumstance.

"P-p-please don't hurt me," Lyle began to cry.

"Aww. Oh, I'm going to hurt you, stud. I'm gonna' really hurt you."

The pleasure in the man's voice was chilling.

"But just not yet."

The man used the step stool to get at eye level with the shaking teenager then proceeded to pull a moist handkerchief from his pocket, ramming it into Lyle's tear streaked face.

Then came the same obnoxious, dizzying smell from the locker room. Then darkness.

Lyle awoke from another groggy forced rest an unknown time later, still in the same restrictive position in the same white room, apparently nothing changed. Now the laptop which had been on the lower table earlier was now setup just in front of Lyle's face. Because of the shackle on his neck, the only views Lyle had were looking straight down at the floor below or looking up at the laptop screen, at that distance it took up his entire frame of vision. Though he was still groggy, the video playing on the screen was so disturbing it jolted him to alertness.

The grainy, often black and white video clips showed scenes of Lyle withdrawing cash from an ATM, buying groceries, walking down sidewalks and otherwise going about his business. It was a seemingly endless string of clips that seemed to have been pulled from the thousands of otherwise innocuous times Lyle, and everyone else in modern society, was recorded on closed circuit TV. The last video was especially disturbing. It was a full color video of Lyle jogging at the recreation center clearly taken from the vantage point of the front desk. The sickening realization that he had been systematically hunted made Lyle feel sick to his stomach.

"Ah he's awake," came the same voice.

Lyle looked down to see the masked man standing beneath him. He used the step stool to reach the laptop, pressing a button that changed the screen from the looping videos of Lyle being stalked to an even more alarming view. There on the screen were Lyle's huge, hanging nuts and his massive limp cock. There must have been a camera somewhere out of his line of sight that was aimed at them. Lyle was oddly mesmerized by the sight of his balls on the screen, realizing that his extremely low hanging, round plump balls were ridiculously vulnerable.

"Please let me go!" Lyle pleaded.

"What? Let you go? But you're the star of the show." the man laughed coolly.

The man stepped between Lyle's balls and the camera, his goblin mask taking up the entire screen. Despite Lyle's loud pleas behind him, the man calmly began to address the camera as if he was introducing a television show.

"Hello boys and girls from all over! I, The Ghost, have an extra special show for you tonight."

The man's showmanship conveyed a bizarre sense of normalcy to the preceding. 

"My dear friends, one of you, a loyal viewer from the United States of America, helped to bring us what are easily the largest pair of grade-A testicles this show has ever seen."

Ghost stepped out of range of the camera, allowing the unseen audience to get a full look at Lyle's nuts. Their proportions were pornographic, big plump and exuding masculinity, coupled with a fuck stick that - even completely flaccid - was bigger than most cocks raging hard. And here they were, as defenseless and vulnerable as they were awesomely large. As Lyle watched the screen a number appeared: 5,670 VIEWERS And to his horror the number was steadily increasing.

Lyle was too overwhelmed by the situation to listen to the rest of Ghost's absurd introduction, instead he was focused on the image of his balls on the screen. The screen cut to a wide shot of Lyle laying on the glass table as Ghost showed off this macabre setup and it was from that angle that Lyle could finally see what was pressing against his back. A large anvil shaped weight was pressing against the middle of his back, suspended from the ceiling by a chain. He was trapped.

Ghost let the wide shot of the helpless stud linger for a moment before putting the camera back on the tripod, Lyle's swinging sack on full display.


Standing slightly to the side, so as to not block the view of Lyle's gorgeous nuts.

"Just look at these beauties,"

Ghost reached out and cupped Lyle's left nut with his calloused, large hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Lyle winced in anticipation of something more, but it never came. Instead, Ghost released the nut and cupped the right one, giving it a slightly harder squeeze. The delicate orb bulged against the bottom of the sack, making it look even bigger.

Lyle was begging to be let go, but Ghost pretended not to notice.

"They kind of look like punching bags, don't they?"

Ghost took a bent knee stance, somewhat like a boxer and made a fist. He was standing behind the swinging sack, but Lyle knew what was about to happen.

"No! No!"


Ghost landed three hard punches in rapid succession, alternating between Lyle's left and right nut. Lyle's sack bounces wildly, being knocked toward the camera much to the delight of the thousands of twisted viewers watching the show live on the web. Lyle thought he was going to get sick from the pain, he screamed just as ...


More rapid, and powerful, punches plunged into Lyle's sack. He tried desperately to free himself or thrust his hips to spare his balls but the restraints and the suspended weight on his back made all his efforts futile. Lyle's enormous hanging sack was being literally used as a punching back and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Please! Stop!!"


The brutal beating just kept coming and coming without reprieve. Lyle dry heaved, his balls were on fire and an unbearable ache was building in the pit of his stomach. The louder and more hoarse Lyle's screams began, the more viscous the punches became. Lyle could see, and feel, that his balls were turning red and swelling to even more massive proportions under the assault yet they remained totally intact.
After nearly five minutes of having his prized jewels used as a sparring ball, the viewer counter on the screen surpassed eight-thousand and Lyle's nuts were his entire world. All he could focus on was the image of his screaming red nuts bouncing on the screen, his voice long ago reduced to a pitiful, worn out whimper. Then, abruptly it stopped. Ghost stepped back to the side and again cupped Lyle's left nut in his hand. Only this time it wasn't followed by a gentle squeeze.

"Ooooooh! Shit! Ooooh! Stop it please! Please!"

Lyle was hysterical as Ghost's strong fingers dug into the tenderized ball meat as this fist tried desperately to completely crush the nut. Lyle had a front row seat as Ghost's fingers kneaded Lyle's oversized nut like a stress ball.


Lyle thought he was going to pass out from the sudden shooting sensation that came from Ghost's thumb suddenly sinking much deeper into the weakening nut, as if some membrane had started to give way. Ghost must have felt the weakening nut too, because his grip became even tighter and more determined. Lyle's nuts were tough, but they had just been pounded non stop and they just couldn't take much more.

"Uh-oh. What's all this now?" Ghost said playfully.

All of the bouncing and jiggling of his nuts have gotten the unwanted attention of Lyle's horse cock which was slowly growing. Ghost released Lyle's nut which was now purplish and covered with hemotoma and walked to the wooden table, picking up the pink cylinder Lyle had spotted earlier. Meanwhile, to Lyle's embarrassment his cock had grown to its full length, 12"  beer-can thick glory. Even Ghost seemed stunned by the sight of it, though his viewers were cheated from the full effect. Because of the angle, all they could see was the giant mushroom shaped head of Lyle's cock looking directly at them and couldn't see its length. Ghost seemed to recognize this and adjusted the camera so that it showed Lyle's package from the side, focusing on Lyle's ridiculously huge cock.

"Look at this thing!" Lyle's captor gushed, "It's fucking huge."

Ghost proceeded to slip the pink rubbery tube onto Lyle's cock. It was a hollow tube with a rubbery lubricated membrane lining the walls, and it felt remarkably like a warm pussy to Lyle. The tube barely fit over Lyle's girthy tool and was only eight inches long so there was no way it could cover the entire length at once. Ghost, however, was unfettered. He slowly stroked the tube up and down the length of Lyle's cock, increasing the speed slowly until it was a nice, rhythmic pace.


Lyle's mind was awash in pleasure, though it did little to distract him from the lingering, throbbing pain in his nuts. But his cock obviously had a mind of its own. The massive rod hardened and got even longer until a full foot of stud cock was being stroked by Ghost. Lyle moaned despite himself as the expert masturbation sleeve did its job.

"I have never seen a cock like this!"

Twack, twack, twack.

Ghost needed both hands to stroke the masturbation sleeve faster and faster down the length of Lyle's cock. He could feel a load boiling in his tortured nuts and knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. Lyle screamed when he saw on the screen the Ghost had taken one hand off of stroking duty and was cupping his right nut.

"No! Ooooh!"

Ghost unleashed a truly devastating squeeze to Lyle's nut. Lyle started to black out from the agony, yet his cock remained hard and was starting to twitch in anticipation of the coming load. Ghost kept squeezing Lyle's nut and stroking his cock. The combination of extreme agony and pleasure was overwhelming to the young jock.

"Please stop!"

Twack, twack, twack!

Lyle watched in horror on the screen as Ghost's fingers began to deflate and deform the giant ball. It was being squeezed so hard it felt like it was going to burst at any moment, but Ghost's fist kept squeezing and squeezing. The wet sounds of the masturbation sleeve stroking Lyle's foot long cock married with the sound of his animal like screaming, creating a sort of music to Ghost's ears.

21,720 VIEWERS

Lyle knew his nut was about to explode and there was nothing he could do to stop it, and Ghost could feel the trapped nut attempting to retract into the teenager's body as it prepared to fire off its load.


Lyle's cock shot off one single spectacular glob of cum that landed with a splat on the floor. Ghost loosened his grip on the young man's nut and resumed his two handed stroking. By now Lyle's brief, tortured orgasm was over but Ghost continued to milk his spent cock. The teasing hand job was excruciating to the young jock who pleaded for Ghost to stop, which he eventually did... ten minutes later. Lyle was close to delirious from the prolonged post-orgasm milking and his swollen nuts were aching, purple and throbbing.

Ghost removed the sleeve and threw it to the ground, and still openly in awe at the size of Lyle's flaccid cock. It was eight inches and incredibly thick, but totally soft.

"Hmm... I wonder."

Without warning, Ghost grabbed the base of Lyle's donkey cock with both hands and took a small leap into the air. To Lyle's horror, the man, who looked like he weighed at least one-hundred seventy pounds, was now hanging from Lyle's cock like a twisted version of a playground toy. Lyle wretched and screamed, his eyes still locked on the screen. There was Ghost hanging several inches off the ground being held up only by the chords that were attaching Lyle's cock to his body... and they were starting to tear.

Lyle let out a continuous drone as he could literally feel the chords that joined his cock to this taught frame starting to tear. Even his massive fuck stick wasn't designed to handle such a heavy load.


Ghost was reveling in the irreparable damage he was inflicting onto Lyle's amazing young sex tool. Lyle could feel his body being pulled closer to the glass as his cock tried desperately to hang on. Large purple welts appeared up and down the entire length of his giant cock as blood vessels started to burst under the strain. Slowly, Ghosts body started to lower as Lyle's cock was stretched to its breaking point.


Ghost released his death grip on Lyle's cock and fell the few inches to the ground. The rush of blood coming back into the organ was nearly as painful as the pulling. It was so overwhelming Lyle didn't notice that Ghost had fetched the fly swatter from the table and was standing under him again. Ghost held the fly swatter to the camera so that his viewers -- and Lyle -- could see that it wasn't just a fly swatter. It was an electrified fly zapper. Lyle pleaded as Ghost hovered the zapper dangerously close to his dangling nut sack.

Closer and closer...

Lyle's body tensed in anticipation.

Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt!

Lyle screamed as Ghost alternated the zapper from nut to nut over and over. The jolt was much stronger than a regular bug zapper and each nut convulsed so violently on contact that they appeared to be dancing in their sack. But Ghost was only tapping each nut quickly, not letting the zapper linger too long.

"Oh boy! This is so much fun!"


Ghost touched the zapper to Lyle's battered and bruised left nut and held it there. Lyle was in such a world of unbelievable hurt, all he could do was drool, his mouth open in a silent 'O' as he watched his nut being roasted on the screen in front of him. The enormous ball rolled and shook in the bag so violently it looked like the convulsions alone was going to blow it apart.

A minute passed. Then two...


The left side of Lyle's sack was turning blackish red, smoke was rising from the zapper yet Ghost held the device firm. Finally, after three minutes, Ghost threw down the zapper and resumed to use Lyle's dangling, bruised and incredibly swollen ball sack as a punching bag.


Lyle continued to drool and scream as Ghost worked to turn his big strong balls to paste.


"Oooh! Stop!"

But Ghost clearly wasn't going to stop until there was nothing left of Lyle's gorgeous testicles but lumpy mush. The fists came so rapidly, it didn't seem human and Lyle could feel himself starting to pass out.


Lyle could feel something break in left side of his scrotum upon a particularly violent one-two punch targeting that side of his sack. Lyle's jaw erupted in pain as it opened so wide in a scream he thought he had broken it. As he screamed, Lyle could see that the perfectly round shape of his once-perfect left nut had been broken. It looked more oblong now and seemed to be sagging lower than the right. Ghost noticed too and with a wide smile, proceeded to focus all his punches just on the swelling , blood red left side of Lyle's scrotum.


Lyle wailed, but couldn't take his eyes off the screen. His left testicle was toast. The huge, sexy organ had shattered in its sack and was now being methodically pulverized. Lyle couldn’t believe his amazing studly package was being totally destroyed.


"Oh what a waste, right?" Ghost seemed to be asking the crowd.

Ghost stopped punching and seemed to be reaching for the zapper again when suddenly the view counter on the monitor, which had reached 22,878, suddenly began to drop. There was a high pitched, screeching tone, like an alarm, from the computer and Lyle could have swore he heard a flurry of activity behind the unseen door behind him.

"Oh give me a break," Ghost laughed, though he was clearly annoyed.

"Looks like we've been caught again, kids. But don't worry, we've saved the best for last!"

A count down timer appeared on the top right of the screen.



Ghost hastily made his way to the wooden table and fetched the blender. It was a relatively small model, like the ultra-powerful single serve models that were all the rage for making smoothies and protein drinks. Lyle was in a fog of pain, so didn't immediately notice when Ghost roughly shoved the glass blending cup over his genitals, but as soon as he saw what was happening on the screen, he became beyond hysterical. He could feel the chain holding the anvil weigh against his back rattling, the first time he had ever mustered enough strength to even disturb the crushing weight.

There on the screen, stuffed into the glass mixing chamber were both of his large, heavy nuts and his entire eight inch, swollen cock. Ghost has shoved the cup on so roughly that Lyle's already destroyed left nut was partially impaled by one of the three blades, while the other two pressed precariously into this bruised, yet still whole right nut. Ghost let the visual linger on the screen for his viewers.



The mixing cup was barely large enough to hold Lyle's meaty genitals. His nuts were pressed against the glass and his cock was folded onto itself. Virtually every square inch of space in the mixing chamber was stuffed with nuts and dick and Lyle knew they were about to be turned into jock puree.

"No! No! Please!"



The twisted visual must have been enough to keep the 15,870 people watching the show from logging off from the compromised data stream as the number of viewers stopped dropping and actually began to climb again.



All Lyle could focus on were the two meaty balls and Irish sausage crammed into a blender that were about to be pulped into one helluva protein shake. There they were, damaged but otherwise recognizable, and in a matter of seconds they'd be reduced to an unidentifiable goop. But despite it, the sick visual of so much man meat in peril was so jarring as to be hard for Lyle to look away from. It was the same compulsion that keeps people looking at train wrecks despite the carnage.



"No! Please! Please!"

The chain holding the weight on Lyle's back continued to rattle as Lyle trashed, but his package was firmly in the blender.



Ghost held the blender firmly against Lyle's doomed nuggets with one hand while the finger of his other hand danced over the blender's buttons. It hovered briefly over the 'ICE CRUSH' button before moving on to the 'STEADY PULSE' button...


Ghost smiled behind his mask as his finger incremented over the buttons until it stopped on the last option: LIQUIFY.





Lyle let out a scream so tremendous, the sound seemed to startle even Ghost.




The high speed blades made quick work of Lyle's manhood, though the destruction played out as if in slow motion for Lyle, who was forced to watch it up close on the monitor. When the blades first started spinning, the vortex created caught hold of what was left of Lyle's left nut and ripped it from his body. Meanwhile, the blades that had been pressing into the right nut, sliced that nut cleaning in half, and the halves were halved again, and again, and again, as the blades whirred around. The perfect mushroom shaped cap of Lyle's penis exploded instantly, splattering the side of the glass with a stain. As his nuts were turned to viscous, chunky gunk, the vortex sucked the beefy cock inward until it was liberated from his body and into the spinning blades. On the first pass, the bulk of his cock was split into 16 distinct chunks before each of them exploded into a shower of gunky flesh the consistency of ground beef. The sound of chunky jock bits bursting made a sickening splattering as Lyle's manhood was turned from a soupy, semi-solid mixture into a fine puree and finally a totally liquefied substance.



The timer was flashing red, warning messages about '...data stream compromise...' were appearing on the screen, but still the viewer counter stayed unchanged.

When he was satisfied at the complete destruction of Lyle's sex organs, Ghost turned off the blender and set it back down on the table, removed the mixing bowl and picked up the colander. The mixing chamber was so full of liquid, that the bloody, gooey mixture was overflowing and Ghost made his way back to the view of the camera. Lyle was bleeding uncontrolled from the gaping wound in his crotch and was starting to black out and turn pale, but Ghost ignored him.

Instead, with dramatic flare, he proceeded to poor the Lyle Protein Shake from the mixer through the colander. The remains of Lyle's once porn star equipment was making a massive puddle on the floor at Ghosts' feet. When he was done pouring, he held the colander up to the camera so that all of the viewers - and the dying Lyle - could see there were no chunks in it. Lyle's entire studly cum-squirting, pussy-pounding, jeans-stretching monstrous testicles and penis were reduced to liquid.

"Alright kids, I'd better end this data stream. Don't want to spoil our chances for another one!"

Ghost made his way toward the camera, pretending to slip on greyish-red mess on the floor and laughing.

Lyle felt a terrifying chill run through his body... then all was cold.

inspiration for Lyle :)