The Places at Avalon Park were easily the most exclusive condominiums in the City, consisting of twin ultra-modern eight story apartment towers soaring above the City’s glamorous ocean coast. Despite the fact each tower’s footprint took up nearly a city block, each held only fourteen apartments, each of the seven floors above the lobby divided into two massive units with absolutely no expense spare in their construction. The fourteen condos of the West Tower were filled mostly with well-heeled older residents. Judges, doctors and even a regional celebrity. The East Tower, on the other hand, was filled with a much younger, hipper crowd, twenty-one young men and women who were either prodigies of business — or heirs to wealth.
Because of their youth — and some would argue privileged upbringings– the social dynamic and drama in the East Tower was comparable to a university campus. There were ‘the nerds’, in Apartments 1 and 2, couples Jenny and Tristan Monroe and Noah and Wesley Parker, all of whom were in their mid twenties and still in law school. There were the ‘popular kids’ represented by power couples, Sam and Paula Greystone and Phillip and Miranda Dyson of Apartments 5 and 10, respectively, wielding their often manipulative social influence like a blade. And at the top, literally since his unit was on the eighth floor, was Kyle Avalon, the Tower’s resident ladies man.
Twenty-five year old Kyle was, as he so often liked to remind people, a member of the entrenched Avalon family, the developers who partially financed The Places, along with half of the office buildings in the City. Although Kyle had a degree from Yale, he had never been employed, instead spending the Avalon fortune to live a comfortable, if not particularly flashy, lifestyle. The attitude toward him in the Tower ranged from outright resentment to muted fascination, though only one tenant Jacob Meyer– the Tower’s ‘class clown’ — treated him as a true friend.
Kyle was undeniably attractive. His short, dirty blonde hair was always neatly styled so that it framed his perpetually tanned, ruggedly handsome face. Kyle’s light blue eyes and bright, deceptively cheery smile, made him seem much softer and nicer than he actually was. His svelte yet muscular body was a towering six foot four, though his perfectly sculpted, though not bulging,muscles made him seem even taller. Kyle didn’t even have so much as a visible freckle on his apparently blemish-free body.
Unfortunately, years of being treated as the most handsome man on the planet had severely warped Kyle’s world perspective. He was slow to compliment, quick to criticize, and an expert at delivering biting one line insults disguised as innocent statements. He was a relentless ladies man, a different woman would be seen leaving the East Tower from Kyle’s apartment so frequently it was a running joke amongst the residents. When he had first moved into The Places, before his reputation had caught up to him, he had even briefly dated Amanda Jackson, a young woman from the second floor.
Because of his attitude, by his second year at the Places of Avalon Park, the words ‘arrogant’, ‘entitled’ and ‘ass hole’ were frequently used to describe him by the other residents; his more admirable qualities of ‘attractive’ or ‘athletic’ were rarely discussed.
It was a typical Thursday evening at The Places. Twenty five year old Jenny and her thirty year old husband Tristan were jogging on side by side treadmills in the Tower’s spacious ground level gym while Jacob worked on a rowing machine. Kyle was lifting weights not far from Jenny and Tristan, his powerfully defined, slim frame buried in ill fitting baggy sweatpants and a white T-shirt. HIs sweat pants were sitting low at the waist, revealing the waistband of his American Eagle boxers, Kyle’s signature style.
After barely lifting the weights to his chin several time, Kyle let the weight bar hit the ground with a clang and sat on on the weight bench. As usual, his legs were wide spread, showing off the large bulge visible between them even through the baggy sweat pants.
“Avalon! Think fast!”
“Wha— OOOH!” Kyle screamed, clutching his crotch and folding over, his handsome face contorted in pain.
Jenny and Trison paused their treadmills and turned toward the commotion. Tistan began instantly laughing and Jenny frowned at the immature display. Jacob, a jock like Kyle, though noticeably shorter, had ran up and playfully let a fist collide with the mound between Kyle’s legs.
“Jacob, what did you do?” Jenny asked in a scolding tone, convincing even her husband that she was serious, although secretly she was quite amused at the sight of the nutted Kyle rolling on the ground.
“Come on! It was all in fun! I barely sack tapped him,” Jacob said in an exaggerated tone.
Kyle was openly crying as he slowly rose to his feet, Jacob still laughing as he extended a hand to help.
“Dude! What the hell! That shit hurts! Why do you always do that?” Kyle said wincing.
“Well if you didn’t flaunt such a big target,” Jacob joked, giving Kyle a playful punch to his left pec.
Kyle winced, thinking Jacob’s fist was going to collide with his crotch. Kyle composed himself as he tried to block the dull ache coming from his enormous balls. If, as Jacob claimed, that was just a tap, he shuddered to think what it would be like if the playful stud ever unleashed a real punch.
“He’s got a point,” Jenny said dryly, a sly smile crossing her lips as he stepped off her treadmill and wiped her brow.
“Anyway, I’m glad he got your attention,” she continued, “We’re forming a baseball team to go against the residents of West Tower. We were going to sell tickets for charity and I know you were on the baseball team at Yale so…”
Kyle waved his hand dismissively ‘No thanks. I have better things to do than play with the geezers over there,” he finished gesturing in the general direction of the West Tower.
“Well, Kyle, I do hope you don’t cry and play the victim next time Tristan and I forget to invite you to a party,”
Kyle rolled his eyes as Jenny and Tristan departed. When they were out of site, Jacob turned to speak to Kyle.
“That was kind of mean, bro. She was only trying to be nice. Remember the last time we didn’t tell you about an event at The Places…”
“Yeah, and I threatened to have her and her loser husband kicked out?”
“Exactly. You really should try to be a little nicer,”
Jacob finished, putting his hand briefly on Kyle’s shoulder. For a moment, Kyle’s expression genuinely softened, a rare flash of humility as he actually took what Jacob was saying to heart. But just as soon as it had slipped, Kyle’s icy facade erected itself again.
“Ooooh!” Kyle screamed and fell to his knees.
“Dude, seriously. I barely, literally barely, tapped you that time,” Jacob said laughing hysterically.
He had swatted Kyle between his legs with the back of his muscular hand and could feet the fleshy mound compressing. Jacob was a closeted gay, and loved using his position as Kyle’s ostensibly straight friend to make playful body contact. He was especially turned on by the enormous, firm balls that swung between Kyle’s legs. They were both particularly oblong, and as large as meyer lemons and were very firm, as Jacob could tell through his frequent, innocent sack taps. Jacob also got oddly aroused from sack tapping Kyle. Not necessarily because of the chance to feel up the attractive stud, but by Kyle’s reaction.
When Jacob, playing the role of The Place’s resident clown, first snapped Kyle’s balls with a towel during their first meeting in the locker room, Jacob thought Kyle was exaggerating in his near-hysterical response. But over time, Jacob concluded Kyle’s mega sized gonads were as sensitive as they were large. Maybe that was the reason he seldom wore pants taht actually fit, instead opting for baggy jeans or sweat pants despite the fact he had the body to pull off the latest tight fitting jeans.
“Let’s hit the showers” Jacob said helping Kyle to his feet.
Kyle suffered one more towel snap from his friend, which sent him to the ground writhing, before finally retiring to bed.
–
Meanwhile, several floors above, Bethany Jackson was paying her sister Amanda a less than friendly visit.
“You slept with Kyle Avalon! Seriously? He’s an asshole, or am I missing something?” Bethany said stunned.
Bethany a twenty-five year old with an attitude as fiery as the mess of red hair on her head, looked at her twin sister Amanda in shocked disbelief. Bethany and Amanda both lived in The Places at Avalon Park, Amanda living alone on the second floor and Bethany on the fourth. The younger Amada had called Bethany up for some girl talk, which Bethany knew by now meant some kind of revelation about some kind of trouble the perpetually between-jobs Amanda had gotten herself into.
Bethany rolled her eyes as he looked at her sister, as if hoping to physically see whatever defect had drawn her to Kyle.
“Honey, don’t you think once on that ride was good enough?” Bethany asked, alluding to Amanda and Kyle’s fling from years earlier.
Amanda plopped down on her Italian leather sofa and sighed.
“Well it was different this time. He had just broken up with Tatiana and we went out for some drinks at Astro’s. One thing lead to another and before I knew it we were in his penthouse and he said he loved me.”
Bethany shook her head in astonishment. Amanda, the heiress of a family fortune comparable to the Avalon’s, was a sincerely sweet — although naive — young woman with incongruently low self esteem
considering her charming nature and perfect, curving body and convincingly dyed blonde hair.
Bethany sat down next to Amanda and put her arm around her.
“Well, it’s okay. But you’ve got to stay away from —”
“I’m pregnant.” Amanda blurted out.
Bethany jump up and screamed as if she had seen a ghost. Her hand quivered over her gaping mouth, unable to even speak through her dumbfoundedness.
“He wants me to have an abortion…”
“What? Why? It’s not like the Avalons and the Jackson’s couldn’t afford it. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if ma’ma gifts a new wing to the children’s hospital in the baby’s honor.”
Amanda sat in quiet despair, barely able to look through the waves of disappointment that were virtually radiating from her sister.
“We’ll just have to talk to him. If the great Kyle Avalon can’t own up to his without trying to make this into a Lifetime movie then I don’t know what’s what.” Bethany declared resolute.
–
Several weeks passed. Jacob was able to convince Kyle to play in the charity baseball game, and Kyle actually seemed to be enjoying himself., except for a nasty incident on home base. Kyle was sliding into base, his legs spread as his back slipped against the dirt. He was nearly safe when the man on base reached out to catch the flying baseball; Kyle couldn’t change course in time and the crotch of his spread open legs slammed into the man’s shin with a sickening crunch.
Even Jenny winced in genuine sympathy as the handsome blonde stud flayed and screamed on home base. He had felt both of his huge, tender nuggets compress violently to less than half their normal thickness, the ridiculously dense ball meat and membranes compressed to bursting.
Kyle sat out the next two innings, and had managed to make it to bat when his nuts were assaulted again. He batting stance was text book perfect thanks to his years at Yale. Unfortunately, the pitching skills of the East Tower pitcher weren’t as sharp. By the time Kyle realized that the heavy, solid baseball was on a collision course with his unprotected crotch , it was too late to react. The baseball tore into Kyle’s still pulsing right nut, crushing the large organ against Kyle’s chiseled pelvis. The poor nut was compressed even flatter than when it had slammed into the baseman’s shin. Kyle thought he was going to throw up as his delicate testicle membranes were crunched and crushed. He howled in agony and his hands raced for his crotch so quickly he forgot to throw down the bat.
“OOOH FUCK!” Kyle wailed as jammed the end of the bat into his own throbbing nuts. He honestly thought they had been permanently damaged, the pain was so intense.
However, although the impact would have been painful, most guys probably wouldn’t have described it as ‘ball popping’, considering the pitcher was a seventy year old superior court judge with a bad arm. Jacob smirked as the powerful jock was taken down yet again by his overly sensitive balls.
That evening, Kyle and Jacob were sitting in Jacob’s palatial, modernly decorated apartment drinking beer and talking about sports. Despite the crip ocean breeze wafted through the balcony French doors, the apartment was still stiflingly warm. Kyle was stripped down to his blue American Eagle boxers, as he sat with his legs spread on Jacob’s couch. His rippling, slim upper body was glistening slightly from sweat and his hair was unusually messy and frizzy. He hadn’t bothered to style it since he was only going to around one of the guys. Jacob could make out two comically large lumps even through the loose fitting fabric of the boxers.
Jacob was equally stripped down to a pair of Angry Birds boxers that were relatively tight compared to Kyle’s. The outline of Jacob’s much more modest genitals was clear against the beak of the Angry Bird. He was noticeably more muscular than Kyle, his small frame only making his muscles look even more hulking than they actually were. He we was sitting next to Kyle, his legs also spread so their their knees touched.
The two watched sports highlights on Jacob’s seventy-four inch television and prattled on about their latest sexual conquests. At one point during the night, the two already tipsy, scantily clad jocks decided to switch from beer to liquor. Jacob’s head was starting to spin as he and Kyle toasted their third gin martini.
How is he doing it? Jacob asked himself as Kyle seemed totally unaffected by the large quantities of alcohol even as Jacob was starting to find sitting upright a challenge. Jacob scootched closer to the much taller Kyle, as if using him as an armrest, so that they their two sweaty thighs were now totally touching.
Kyle looked down and smiled at the obviously drunk Jacob, his demeanor genuinely softening.
“I think you’ve had enough, Jacob.” Kyle said reaching for Jacob’s martini glass and setting it on the coffee table.
“No — I - uh - drinking that,” Jacob leaned over the fetch his class and Kyle reached for and grabbed Jacob’s hand.
“I’m sorry. We should’ve stopped. I don’t want you to get sick.”
In an exceedingly rare showing, Kyle - still holding Jacob’s hand — looked into his friend’s glossed over eyes with genuine concern. Although he would never admit it, Kyle was pretty sure Jacob was his only actual friend, a type of relationship Kyle’s usually cynical demeanor might lead people to think he didn’t care about
Jacob, for his part, was starting to feel incredibly close to the usually distant Kyle. Kyle had confided things he had literally never told anyone to Jacob, and Jacob was one of the few was ever able to get Kyle to show his true feelings instead of putting up a mask, even if they were only passing glimmers. Jacob looked up giving Kyle a goofy grin, his strong hand tightening around Kyle’s. Jacob, who was usually so careful about ever letting down his ’straight’ persona, especially in front of Kyle, suddenly found himself being overwhelmed with the urge to kiss Kyle. The thoughts was crazy, though. Kyle was straight….
“I like you, Jacob,” Kyle said in an almost dreamy tone, his eyes glossing over as if the copious amounts of booze had hit him all at once.
As his body relaxed, his legs spread even wider, further pressing his thigh into Jacob’s. Jacob looked at Kyle, who was now looking back with the same starry eyed, spaced out glassy eyed expression and, before he could stop himself, knelt in and kissed Kyle Avalon on the lips.
“Dude! What the fuck!” Kyle shouted pushing Jacob off of him as he rose to his feet.
Jacob, who was too drunk to fully comprehend what had just happened, but sober enough to realize he had just made a serious mistake started to speak but was cut short by Kyle’s roaring voice.
“You fucking faggot! Is that why you’re always so quick to play hoops with me or go jogging, so you can watch me shower? You fucking perv,”
Jacob stood up.
“Bro, I’m… I’m sorry, I just thought….”
“Bro? Don’t ‘bro’, me. Fucking predator. This is why you can’t be nice to fags because sooner or later they’re gonna’ want in your pants.”
Jacob stammered for something to say, he had never seen Kyle so hateful or angy. He reached to put a hand on Kyle’s arm in an effort to calm him down, but that only made the enraged, blodne stud violently push Jacob away, sending him tumbling to the floor.
“You are a perverted sack of shit…” Kyle said, his voice lowering slightly as he stepped over the sprawled Jacob.
“Kyle. Kyle, I’m sorry. I just thought –”
“Read my lips, Jacob. All of you fags should just fucking die. You’re sick.”
Kyle raised his foot and stomped onto Jacob’s defenseless, bulging crotch. Jacob gasped in pain and had barely registered what had happened before Kyle’s size fifteen foot smashed into his aching balls again and again.
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Kyle looked almost gleeful as he attempted to extinguish Jacob’s manhood like a pent cigarette.
“Kyle! Oh God! Stop!” Jacob screamed as Kyle finally stopped.
As Jacob rolled around clutching his junk and sobbing, Kyle snorted “That’s for all the sack taps, and if you touch me again I’ll crack those sorry nuts,”
The door to the apartment slammed behind Kyle and Jacob continued to writhe in pain. He was sobbing not just because of the pain in his balls but because of the shockingly negative reaction his friend had had over one drunken kiss. He didn’t mean it, Jacob tried to assure himself as he replayed Kyle’s homophobic rant in his mind, but he couldn’t even convince himself. He had heard Kyle take that tone only a few other times; when he was telling an honest-to-heart truth.
–
The tone at The Places at Avalon park grew decidedly darker in the following weeks. Several weeks passed without Kyle and Jacob, once close friends, saying a word to each other. Meanwhile, Bethany and Amanda’s attempts to make Kyle fess up to the pregnancy only resulted in the now visibly pregnant Amanda being served a court summons for slandering Kyle Avalon. Kyle, for his part, like a spoiled child, was going out of his way to impart misery on everyone he could. Jenny and Tristan were forced to move temporarily into Jose Quinta’s seventh floor apartment after Kyle convinced his brother - the president of Avalon Properties - that their apartment was in need of immediate renovation. Kyle’s sexual appetite seemed to be even more voracious, Jose and his temporary roommates awakened frequently by the sounds of wild orgies taking place across the hall.
Kyle, feeling particularly bitter, that he wasn’t invited to a mayoral fundraiser, was spending the evening blowing off steam in The Place’s gym. He was alone, laying on a weight bench grunting loudly as he lifted a slightly-too-heavy weight bar above his head. Though he would never say it aloud, he was starting to feel pretty bad about himself over how he had treated Jacob, and frankly, missed having someone to talk…
“How could you!” Jacob’s screeching interrupted Kyle’s ruminations.
Kyle set the weight bar on the resting brackets and sat up, his callous smirk totally masking the fact that he had literally been seconds from heading up to Jacob’s apartment to apologize.
“How could I do what?” Kyle asked mocking innocence as he ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair.
“Asshole!” Jacob roared throwing a binder into Kyle’s lap, causing him to wince as a sharp corner caught his left testicle.
Some were photographs, obviously taken surreptitiously from a distance, of Jacob kissing an attractive Latin man outside a club. Others were transcripts of romantic emails between Jacob and someone named Juan. Another was a print out of Jacob’s Manhunt.net profile, which was usually locked.
Kyle feigned interest as he flipped through the papers.
“So?”
“Kyle! How could you? You hired someone to spy on me, then passed out binders full of this at my office?”
“What? These are all pictures of you, aren’t they? Faggot.” Kyle threw the binder across the gym and looked up at an enraged Jacob.
Jacob was crying, but it seemed to be more from frustration and anger than anything else.
“I know you don’t believe in having a job, but do you know what you’ve done? You have no fucking idea how hard it is to be gay and out in my industry? And especially in this City! We were friends, Kyle, doesn’t that mean fucking anything to you, you worthless prick?”
“Cry me a river. I thought you’d like to be exposed for what you are. What about all that shit about pride and being proud.”
Kyle laughed derisively, which only made Jacob’s blood boild more. Kyle’s fists balled up as he held his arms tightly to his side, sneering with hatred at his former ‘best bro’. Any lingering friendship between them had totally disappeared. Now Jacob only saw his worst enemy sitting on the weight bench laughing. He wanted to grab the blonde stud’s throat and squeeze, relishing the look of terror in his light blue eyes as his life slipped away; and to Jacob’s surprise his fists started to loosen as if he was actually about to open his hands and lunge in for the kill.
Jacob pivoted on one foot and made his way out of the gym before he did anything he was going to regret. He had just reached the doorway of the gym when something incredibly strange happened. One moment he was looking out onto the expansive, gleaming marble floor of the lobby — the front desk clerk already gone for the night — and the next he was looking down at his fists slamming one after another into Kyle Avalons’ mounding crotch like pistons. In his unbridled rage, his mind didn’t even form a memory of him turning from the doorway, running through the gym and jumping on top of Kyle’s chest. Jacob had caught the still smirking jock totally off guard. Jacob was sitting on Kyle’s heaving chest, facing his crotch, pounding as hard as he could into the easy target in the crotch of his baggy sweat pants.
“OOOH! GET OFF — AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Kyle screamed so loudly his voice cracked. He sounded like a dying animal as he flayed, trying to knock the smaller, but denser, Jacob off of him.
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Jacob’s fist pumped as hard as he could into Kyle’s throbbing nuts, Jacob getting sick satisfaction as he felt the huge testicles being squashed under this fist. Kyle’s legs flayed, but he was so disoriented from pain - and Jacob was so heavy - Kyle was powerless to escape. Kyle thought he was going to black out from pain, each nut sending shooting pulses through his body. Jacob’s eyes were wide with raw hatred as he pounded over and over, feeling the dense orbs getting less and less resilient. Unbeknownst to Jacob, Kyle’s screams had drawn the attention of someone walking through the lobby, and two pairs of feet were now sprinting toward the gym entrance… But all Jacob could hear was the dull SPLAT of his fists destroying Kyle’s manhood; all other sound was blocked out. CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Jacob’s furious nut cracking was abruptly interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. He snapped back into reality, his palms sweating and his heart racing as the severity of what he was doing set int. He looked up toward the gym door to see a Paula and Sam Greystone standing in mortified disbelief.
Paula and Sam had been returning from a shopping trip in the city and had been passing through the lobby when they heard Kyle screaming. In her shock, Paula had dropped a grocery bag full of New England jams, the shattering of which is what finally had snapped Jacob out of his rage.
“Jacob! What the fuck are you doing?” Sam asked as he raced toward the trapped Kyle.
“Should I call the police?” Paula stammered.
Sam, waved his hand no as he approached Jacob and Kyle. Sam, a husky black man in his late twenties, was slightly taller and noticeably bulkier than Jacob, but he was sure Jacob’s gym-toned muscles — especially in a rage — could easily take him down. Same stayed a safe distance from Jacob, who was panting, and Kyle, who was teetering in and out of consciousness, as he spoke.
“Jacob. What’re you doing?”
Sam hesitantly took another step closer, his guard up as if expecting Jacob to lunge at him.
Jacob, panting heavily, could barely respond.
“Kyle… Kyle is such an asshole. He… ” Jacob finished by pointing to the binder that had been thrown across the floor.
Sam walked over and picked it up, his jaw dropping as he flipped through.
“Seriously, Kyle? First you sue your child’s mother, then you kick the Monroe’s out of their home, and now this?” Sam stammered as he made his way back to Kyle.
“Should I call the police? What’s happening?” Paula shouted across the gym, too afraid to come any closer than the relative safety of the doorway.
“Go upstairs, honey. We can handle this.”
Paula didn’t even try to pick up the bag full of ruined jelly, instead scampering quickly away.
“Paula, what’s the matter?” Jenny asked as she passed her still shaking neighbor in the elevator lobby.
Jenny and Tristan had been coming down for an evening game of basketball when they ran into Paula. Paula explained what she and Sam had seen before excusing herself to her apartment. Tristan and Jenny ran into the gym just in time to see that Jacob had lifted Kyle to his feet, holding him tightly from behind.
Kyle’s tall, muscular frame was thrashing trying to escape as Sam lined up his foot.
“Sam stop!” Tristan shouted just as the tip of Sam’s huge leather shoe collided into the mound in Kyle’s crotch.
The tall stud yelped girlishly, the pain of the kick barely registering before…
CR–UU-NCH!
Sam lifted his leg between Kyle’s tone thighs, his shin colliding with Kyle’s balls with such force that he was lifted several inches from the ground from the ground.
Kyle squealed in unbearable agony and Sam was rearing back his foot for another kick as Tristan arrived.
“Sam!”
CRUNCH!
“Aaaah!” Kyle dry heaved as Sam’s toe connected squarely with his now very swollen left testicle.
“This prick has been nothing but trouble since day one and all we ever do is tip toe,” Sam explained himself casually as he grabbed each of Kyle’s shoulders.
THUD! THUD!
Sam’s knee cap flattened Kyle’s lemons mercilessly, the impact compounded by the fact Sam was holding Kyle in place.
“So what? We’re just going to beat his ass? What is this high school?” Tristan implored, running a hand through his dusty brown hair but otherwise doing nothing to stop Sam from kneeing Kyle again.
“Oh God! Please stop!” Kyle managed to scream out through his unintelligible babble.
Kyle’s stomach was turning from the pain and his knees felt weak. He was begging for Jacob to let him go, but his studly former friend just maintained his bearhug, Jacob’s thick cock fully erect and pressing against Kyle’s back as he did so. Jacob wasn’t sure what was turning him on more, the smell of Kyle’s cologne and sweat, the feeling of Kyle’s muscular body pressed against his, or knowing that Kyle’s favorite possessions were being mercilessly beaten flat.
“Well, I suppose he did want to kill Amanda’s unborn child. Not a very Christian thing to do,” Tristan said cooly, twirling his crucifix necklace with his finger.
Sam had taken a pause while Tristan assessed the situation. Kyle looked out at the athletic, slim Tristan longingly, though the look was missing any emotional attachment. Although they seldom talked, from what Kyle gathered, Tristan was a staunchly conservative Republican who was most likely going to make quite a name for himself as a lawyer. Which is why Kyle was so perplexed by his muted response to what was essentially a two-against-one beating.
“Maybe it’s time we teach him a lesson then,” Tristan stopped twirling his necklace and took a step so that he was right in front of Kyle.
Kyle looked on with fear at what the increasingly angry looking Tristan was going to do. Tristan furled his brow as he reached out and cupped Kyle’s crotch. Tristan audibly gasped as the sheer size of Kyle’s nuts, the right orb almost completely filling his now tightening hand. Tristan’s face turned red with effort as his modest, yet effective enough, bicep flexed with effort. He gritted his teeth as he felt the enormous nard getting flatter and flatter in his hand.
“Tristan!” Jenny’s voice came from behind.
Sam turned toward her but Tristan stayed focused on the task of castrating the arrogant Kyle Avalon.
“Honey! What are you…. stop this… ” Jenny stammered, taking a place near Sam.
Sam and Jenny exchanged silent, knowing glances and her objections to what the three men were doing to Kyle was stopped before it began.
She and Sam stood by, slight, wicked smiles coming across their faces as Tristan continued to knead and squeeze Kyle’s right nut. Kyle was going hysterical and could feel the membranes of his nut literally starting to give out under Tristan’s determined assault, to say nothing of the nearly fifteen minutes of non stop abuse Sam and Jacob had already delivered to his delicate boys. Tristan was unloading years of pent up anger and disgust toward Kyle directly into his collapsing nut.
“Ooooh!” Kyle squealed in a high pitch, his eyes crossing as he felt Tristan’s hand suddenly compress much, much flatter.
“Oh yeah, Avalon. Not so tough now. Why don’t you go call your brother for help,” Tristan finished the last bit sneering.
He let go of the battered right nut and let the heavy organ fall back in his sack. By now Kyle was reduced to pathetic, almost silent whimpering. Tears were streaming down his handsome face and the front of his sweat pants were soaked in urine. If it weren’t for Jacob holding him up, Kyle would have long ago crumbled to the floor in agony.
Tristan took a step back, his palms sweaty and shaky and his forehead starting to bead with sweat, but looking otherwise surprisingly calm.
“That felt good, actually.” he laughed.
“Um, Tristan, I’m going to go back up to the apartment.” Jenny said giving her husband a peck on the cheek.
Kyle, who had started to black out, was stirring again as he watched Jenny turn to casually leave the gym.
“No! Help me!” he attempted to shout — only a hoarse, barely audible whimper came out.
Jacob let go of Kyle and watched as the tall blonde teetered like a deck of cards about to collapse.
“Sit your ass down, Avalon,” Sam roared, himself being filled with rage toward Kyle that had been festering for years under his reserved, well-heeled demeanor.
Sam shoved Kyle who stumbled backward and landed on the weight bench. Kyle attempted to stand, but his head was still too dizzy with pain to be effective. He ended up just falling back order and Jacob sat on his chest to keep him still.
Tristan walked over to the gym’s supply area and retrieved several lengths of elastic rope, used for resistance exercises, and returned to the three. He and Sam quickly tied Kyle’s legs and arms under the workbench, trapping Kyle to the bench on his back.
“Please guys…” Kyle pleaded, looking up at the three figures towering over his totally defenseless body.
“Holy fuck!” a voice with a strong Spanish accent came from the doorway.
Sam, Tristan and Jacob turned to see Jose Quinta, Kyle’s seventh floor neighbor, standing in the doorway. He was holding a racket and was dressed in ready for a game of racquetball.
He raced over and gasped at the sign of Kyle tied spread eagle to the bench. Kyle’s torso was soaked with sweat, making the otherwise ill fitting white T-shirt cling to every rippling muscle of his twelve pack abs.
Jose’s jet black, perfectly styled hair contrasted sharply with the crimson shade his tan, Spanish skin was taking. Jacob thought he recognized a discrete lust in the way Jose was eyeing Kyle’s ripped bod. It was the same way Jacob used to coyly look at Kyle after a workout, but Jacob couldn’t be sure if Jose was doing the same…
“Wha — what are you guys doing?”
Kyle couldn't believe how nonchalant Jose was acting, considering the circumstances. Was he really that reviled by everyone at The Places? Even goody two-shoes Jenny chose to walk away rather than intervene.
“We’re teaching this prick a lesson,” Sam snarled.
“I see,”
Jose Quinta batted the head of his racket against his hand as he looked down at the defenseless, vulnerable Kyle. A minute passed as he contemplated the situation in silence, totally looking through Kyle’s pleading eyes.
“About time,” Jose quipped as he sent the racket crashing into Kyle’s bulging crotch, landing with a wet SPLAT.
“Oh! That’s gotta hurt,” Tristan winced feigning sympathy.
SPLAT! SPLAT!
Kyle’s back arched as his body convulsed from the pain of having his nuts hammered mercilessly by Jose’s racket.
“This would be better if we could see the target,”
Jose set down his racket and knelt down to pull Kyle’s sweat pants to his knees. Kyle’s bright orange American Eagle boxers, wet from sweat and urine, were clinging to each of his large nuts, making an inviting neon orange target. The outline of his thick ock hung lazily to the side of his balls.
Jacob couldn’t help himself as he felt his cock stiffen in his pants.
“My turn!” Jacob shouted to a round of morbid applause.
He sauntered over to a bank of free weights nestled in pigeon holes against the gym wall and came back with a ten pound disc shaped weight. Tristan and Sam cut each other approving glances as Jacob stood over Kyle holding the heavy metal disc a foot in the air over Kyle’s clearly outline nuts.
“What’da ya’ think, guys? Should I drop it?”
“Heck yea!” came Tristan's incongruently cheery voice.
“Yeah!”
“Do it man,”
Kyle was screaming and begging Jacob to let him go, but Jacob, just locked an icy stare into Kyle’s pale blue eyes and let the weight drop.
“Oh God!” Kyle screamed just as he felt the disc flatten into his nuts.
The weight made a sploshing thud as it compressed the mound, sinking further and further into the swollen ball meat before finally stopping, the huge testicles underneath compressed to half their normal width. Jacob let the weight rest, still smashing Kyle’s spuds, as Kyle wailed and writhed, desperate to get free. Kyle’s struggling eventually made the weight fall to the floor with a loud thud.
“I think his pelvis took most of the impact,” Jose noted, reaching for the waistband of Kyle’s underwear.
“No! No! Please!’
Kyle’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Jose pulled away the last shred of protection for his nuts. The three men smiled cruelly at the sight of Kyle’s inflamed, purplish red scrotum, and even the straight men among them had to admire how truly enormous they were.
Jacob, however, wasted no time admiring his former friend’s package, instead grabbing Kyle’s left nut and yanking upwards… hard.
Kyle wailed as Jacob pulled the stricken orb further and further from his body. Kyle’s muscular back arched upward as he tried to raise himself to relieve the strain, and it worked for a bit until Jacob pulled the nut even further. Kyle, his taut body tied securely to the weight bench, was literally being pulled upward by one nut. Jacob clenched his fist and could sense that Kyle’s nut was at its absolute limit. Kyle, meanwhile was starting to black out from the pain, his mouth in a permanent ‘O’ as a hoarse drone came out.
“Maybe we should relieve the pressure,” Jose said, a mischievous grin crossed his handsome face.
The Spaniard reached out and grasped Kyle’s right nut in his fist, squeezing as hard as he could as he yanked it to match the left. To Kyle’s relief, spreading his body weight over both nuts instead of just the left actually did lessen the pain, though it was still unberaable.
“Pl–ease! You—re pulling my nuts— off! You’re pulling my nuts off!” Kyle shrieked as he looked down over his washboard abs to see his beautiful balls being pulled further and further from his crotch.
Jose and Jacob kept squeezing and pulling as Sam and Tristan looked on nodding and shouting insults and slurs at Kyle. Kyle’s brain was so wracked with pain he couldn’t even process enough thought to form a plea for mercy. Jacob could feel Kyle’s huge left bollock getting softer and softer.
“Oh fuck!” Jose grinned as he felt Kyle’s right nut suddenly get much flatter in his fist.
“Not so tough now, are you Avalon?” Sam smirked.
Kyle was on the verge of blacking out, mercifully, when suddenly there was shout from the gym doorway. it was Sebastian Wood, the twenty-eight year old heir to the Wood Pharmaceuticals A.G fortune, a quiet bachelor and Sam and Paula’s third floor neighbor.
Jacob and Jose both released their respective nut in unison as they turned toward the door, making Kyle’s outstretched muscular body fall back to the bench with a thud.
Kyle watched as the short, relatively out of shape Sebastian walked toward the group. Sebastian had literally only been in the building’s posh gym once, three years ago, during his introductory tour of The Places and Kyle never missed an opportunity to call out the rather portly, shy pharmaceutical heir for being out of shape.
“Sebastian?” Sam began, a bit surprised at how nonchalant Sebastian was being at the sight of Kyle Avalon strapped to a weight bench.
“I ran into Paula in the third floor sky lobby. She told me what was going on,” Sebastian explained “I had to come see for myself.”
Sebastian towered over the trapped blonde hunk, looking down with disdain at Kyle’s perfectly sculpted body which was in stark contrast to his own pudgy frame.
“I would have been down sooner but I had to find this,”
No one had noticed Sebastian carrying a small black object in his right hand. It was about the size of a deck of large cards with two small metal prongs on the ends.
Sam and Tristan gave each other high fives while Jose laughed and Jacob’s cock twitched in his jeans as he realized what Sebastian was holding.
“Oh - Oh my God! Is that a - Is that a taser! No! No!” Kyle was thrashing violently, but his restraints held firm.
Sebastian knelt so that he was eye level with Kyle’s large balls, and flipped a switch sending a single small arch of electricity between the two metal rods, just inches from Kyle’s sack.
Kyle’s sobbing was nothing more than background noise to the four tormentors as Sebastian calmly continued.
“My mom actually bought this for me when I moved here. She said The Places was in a bad neighborhood,”
“Well she is a Wood. To her, The Place might as well be a ghetto,” Jacob laughed, alluding to Sebastians’ family’s enormous wealth.
The four chuckled, to Kyle’s amazement, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
“Well needless to say I just threw it in a drawer. Glad I didn’t throw it away.”
Kyle looked down at hiis throbbing nuts in horror as Sebastian’s thick hand inched the electrodes closer to his nuts. He flicked a switch and another arch went between them, this time so close it actually made the hairs on Kyle’s nuts raise and he could feel the roasting heat.
“No! No!”
“You see, Kyle. I don’t need muscles…”
ZZZZIIIZZZ — POP!POP! POP!
“…because I’ve got technology.”
Sebastian finished his sentence just as he lowered the arching taser onto Kyle’s right nut. Kyle’s back arched violently as he felt the electricity surging through his nut meat. The machine made a string of rapid POP POP POP noises mixed with a distinct high pitch, electric arcing sound. Kyle thought he was going to literally go insane from the pain that seemed to go on forever.
“I wonder how much battery this thing has,” Sebastian mused, holding the device firmly against Kyle’s roasting nut, careful not to break contact through Kyle’s thrashing.
Finally, after thirty seconds — which felt like hours to Kyle — the machine’s battery gave out and the hot sting of electricity that was coursing through Kyle’s sperm tubes abruptly stopped.
“Help! Call police! Help! Call police!” an automated voice shouted from the taser.
The four men chuckled at the irony of the machine’s statement as Sebastian turned it off.
“Well gentlemen, I’d say those nuts are roasted,” Tristan snickered kneeling down and roughly grabbing Kyle’s nuts, one in each hand.
His strong hands roughly rolled and massaged the stinging, softening orbs, his thumbs pressing in to check for damage. Despite the nearly hour long beating, Kyle’s nuts were still quite firm, though turning black and hideously swollen.
“Step aside,” Jacob instructed.
He had ducked away from watching Kyle’s nut being electrocuted and had retrieved a heavier weight disc from the rack. He motioned for Jose to place Kyle’s balls directly on the weight bench, so that all the impact from the impending weight drop would go into crushing them into the hard bench.
Jacob smiled wickedly, never breaking eye contact with Kyle as he held the weight a foot in the air.
“What do you think guys? Should I go higher. Let’s take a poll. Tristan?”
Tristan nodded yes, and Jacob obliged by raising the weight slightly higher.
“What about you, Sam?”
Sam nodded affirmatively and the weight went higher.
“Jose?”
“Hell yea, crush the little bitch,”
Jacob grinned and raised the weight ever higher.
“And you, Sebastian?”
Sebastian nodded his head ‘yes’ vigorously and Jacob raised the weight higher yet.
Kyle’s heart was beating so fast he thought we would faint as he looked up to see Jacob was now holding the weight so high, his chiseled arm could barely keep it in the air.
“N-n-no. Jacob, please. Please!”
Kyle was sobbing and for a brief moment Jacob almost considered feeling sorry for him. But then he remembered the binder that outed him at work, Kyle dismissing his own child, forcing the Monroes out of their apartment, always picking on Sebastian and the countless other reasons why he — and the others — utterly hated Kyle Avalon.
“Tell you what, Avalon. I’ll give you thirty seconds to tell us why I shouldn’t drop this and snuff out this particular branch of the Avalon family tree,”
Kyle willed himself to stop screaming unintelligibly and go into a babbling apology to the four men who were literally deciding the fate of his balls. Kyle’s gut wrenching apologies sounded sincere, but no one could tell if they were legitimate revelations or hallow signs of desperation.
“Jacob! Jacob, please, I –”
“Just shut the fuck up, Kyle,” Jacob said interrupting Kyle.
“Sebastian, can you give a count down.”
“Gladly!”
Sebastian started slowly counting down from ten, the four men leaning in, their eyes fixated on the mounding, fleshy eggs they knew were about to be cracked, crushed and crumpled. Kyle was thrashing and writhing like a trapped animal, desperately trying to get his plump balls out of harm’s way, but despite their bouncing, his nuts stayed squarely in the drop zone. It wouldn’t be long now…
“Nooooooooooooooo!” Kyle screamed, carrying the ‘O’ as a continuous noise as Sebastian reached ‘one’ and Jacob let the weight disc drop.
The result drop happened in slow motion for Kyle, his blue eyes fixated on the metal disc as it plummeted toward his nuts. The four watching tormentors smiled with truly evil delight, their eyes locked on the about-to-be destroyed nutsack…
CRU–SPLA—SPOSH!
The weight collided with a sickening, wet sound, resembling a large bug being smashed mixed with the splattering effect of something soft — like a lemon — being crushed . The weight collided with Kyle’s bloated scrotum, sinking further and further into the increasingly flattening organs until his left nut burst from the pressure. As his left nut was further liquefied the right was being compressed flatter and flatter and flatter until the weight finally came to rest, Kyle’s usually huge right nut reduced to a quarter inch thick, meaty patty.
Kyle howled, then blacked out as the CRUNCH of half his manhood literally blowing apart in his sack echoed in his head.
The four men applauded and gave each other high fives over Kyle’s slumped body. Jacob removed the weight and tossed it aside so they could all see the damage. It was obvious Kyle’s enormous left bollock was utterly crushed reduced to a chunky paste. The right, despite being compressed so flat by the crushing weight, was slowly starting to plump up. Sam reached for it and rolled it roughly between his thumb and palm, trying to determine the extent of the damage.
“And? Is Kyle a Karla now?” Jose asked anxiously.
“Hmm.. I can’t tell — something’s definitely wrong with it, but I can’t tell,” Sam concluded, letting go of the still inflating nut, which landed on the bench with a plop.
Jacob, meanwhile, couldn’t help but rub his throbbing cock through his jeans. Jose blushed as he realized Jacob had caught him staring. Jacob winked and stopped stroking, instead turning to Tristan and calmly asking what they should do next.
“Hmm. I suppose we should probably summon a Town Car.”
Tristan pulled out his phone and dialed for the City’s car service while the others got to work untying the totally blacked out stud, Jacob going out of his way to ‘accidentally’ bump into Kyle’s smashed nuts as he did so.
When Tristan was done, he hung up and dialed another number. A few minutes later Philip and Miranda Dyson, a couple from the fifth floor, entered the gym. Miranda was wearing a hastily thrown on sweat shirt and jeans and Phillip was equally casually dressed. Other than wincing squeamishly at the sight of Kyle’s flattened sack, Miranda could hardly bring herself to be too concerned over the demise of the pompous Kyle Avalon.
“Dr. Dyson,” Tristan began addressing Phillip.
“Tri, I’m just a resident,”
“A resident at Dyson Community Hospital,” Miranda reminded.
“We need this to go way,” Tristan explained, motioning his hand over the blonde stud’s ruined sack.
Phillip and Miranda turned toward each other and whispered among themselves for several seconds before Philip responded “I think we can make that work.”
–
“Welcome to The Places at Avalon Park,” Paula Greystone greeted cheerily, the billowing sleeve of her blouse flowing as she held out her hand.
As the first tenants of the East Tower of The Places, Paula and Sam Greystone fancied themselves as the unofficial welcoming committee, and had greeted every new comer to date — including Kyle Avalon — with a fruit basket in the lobby.
Juan reached for the enormous, ribbon laced basket from Sam and thanked them warmly, balancing the surprisingly heavy gift with a suitcase.
“Oh, come now. Set that down,” Paula waved over the desk clerk who promptly came over and took Juan’s bag.
“Honey, you’re in Avalon Park now. Everything’s taken care of for you,”
“And she means everything,” came Jacob’s voice as he snuck up behind his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him.
“Oh how fun! We’re so glad you decided to move in. Another couple in the Tower.” Paula smiled.
The two couples went about chatting in the lobby as The Places’ staff busily carted the rest of Juan’s belongings up he and Jacob’s apartment. Paula, who was dominating the conversation, hardly stopped to nod in greeting as Kyle entered the lobby, returning from a mid day jog.
Kyle smiled broadly, wiping his sweat soaked hand on his shirt before extending it to Juan.
“Hi, I’m Kyle Avlon. You must be Juan. Great to finally meet you,”
Kyle’s tone was shockingly warmer and more genuine than it had been just weeks ago, before his testicular come-to-Jesus in the gym. Despite having totally lost his huge left nut, Kyle’s crotch still bulged predominantly from remaining nut. Kyle’s right nut would remain permanently nearly twice its original size, the atrophied, but still barely functioning, testicle enveloped in scar tissue.
“Nice to meet you, too.” Juan replied, being unable to be flustered by the strikingly attractive, tall jock standing in front of him.
Juan, like everyone not living in the East Tower of The Places at the time of the incident, believed Kyle was the victim of a random mugging. No one would believe that the beautiful, upwardly mobile citizens of the City’s most esteemed housing block could have conspired for such a macabre affair.
“Well it’s great to meet you too. Jacob is always going on about you,”
Kyle gave a sincere smile as he made his way to the elevator.
As the door closed, Sam raced toward it and stopped the door closing at the last moment, stepping inside.
Kyle’s smile melted away and his handsome face contorted in fear. The muscular jock’s perfect body was shaking like a leaf and his lip began to quiver as a tear streamed from his eye.
“Please! Please! I was nice to him. Did I say something wrong? Please don’t hurt me.” Kyle’s voice cracked as he backed against the mirrored wall of the elevator.
Despite being quite a bit taller and obviously more muscular, Kyle was literally cowering in the corner of an elevator as Sam looked on. A radical departure from the arrogant way he used to parade through The Places before the gym incident.
Sam gave Kyle a sly smile.
“Remember what we talked about. If you so much as look at Juan, or any of us the wrong way so help me…”
Sam balled his fist and pounded it several times into his palm. Kyle gulped and shuddered with each loud SMACK, unable to even imagine how painful it would be for his last nut to have been in line with Sam’s punches.
“Anyway, I think you get the message,” Sam finished laughing, pointing to the trickle of piss running down Kyle’s leg.
Sam turned and pushed a button to open the elevator door.
“Thank you, sir.” Kyle said, his voice still shaking, so meekly Sam didn’t even hear.
The door to the elevator closed and the elevator began its ascent to the top floor. Kyle slumped against the wall, crying softly as a pleasant sounding recording of a female voice came over the elevator’s speaker.
“Welcome home.”
