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Monday, May 27, 2013

A Woman Scorned




Heather Graystone's car came to a screeching halt outside of the nondescript, modest bungalow - one of a dozen virtually identical little houses that lined the street. Her face was flush with anger and beads of sweat formed almost instantly on her forehead from the balmy evening air as she made her way up the short walk to the house.

When she reached the door she pounded non stop until a young woman whose black hair was a stark contrast to Heather's blonde, opened the door in surprise.

"You whore!" Heather shouted as she barged into the house.

--

Cling!

Heather's nearly over flowing cocktail glass clanged into Jennifer's as the two ladies started sipping another cocktail.

"So you're the quote-unquote study group he can't miss on Tuesday?" Heather laughed.

Jennifer, the dark haired girl who lived in the bungalow, nodded while sipping her drink.

"Incredible,"

"What a pig!"

Heather had come to Jennifer Parker's house fully ready to confront the woman her boyfriend Xander was cheating on her with. What she found instead was an equally hoodwinked Jennifer who thought herself to be Xander's 'girlfriend.

After it became obvious that they were both victims of a philandering, horny college jock, the two woman were laughing at themselves and sharing stories about Xander over cocktails. They determined any hard feelings would be put to better use targeted at Xander than each other. Heather and Jennifer were both juniors at Amajor University, petite young woman with similarly curvaceous frames and pretty, youthful faces. Blond haired Heather ran in a more conservative circle than dark haired Jennifer - a much more outspoken girl - so the two rarely crossed paths. However, aside from their almost-feud over their shared boyfriend, senior Xander White, the two had no qualms with each other.

"What a jerk. Playing us like dumb bitches for months," Jennifer sighed putting down her glass.

Heather nodded in agreement "Well I'm glad we found out before he could keep stringing us along. Sorry again I nearly beat your door down."

Jennifer laughed "Oh, girl. I would have done the same thing. Too bad it wasn't Xander you were beating on."

The two young ladies chuckled and clanged their glasses again.

"So, what should we do about it? I liked your beating him idea,"

Jennifer’s face scrunched as if in deep concentration. then set her cocktail glass down and left the room without saying anything. She returned a few moments later carrying a small wooden black box with strange symbols carved into the lid. Heather looked down at the box curiously as Heather set it on the cocktail table.

"What's in there? A gun?" Heather asked quite seriously.

Jennifer opened the box, which had a worn leather bound book and several tiny vials inside, "No, nothing like that."

Jennifer picked up the book and leafed through the pages, which appeared to be written in Greek. Heather could make out bits and pieces from what she remembered from freshman level Greek, but the majority of it was indecipherable. Finally, Jennifer stopped on a page with a language Heather didn’t' recognize.

"Are you familiar with voodoo?" Jennifer asked, her voice taking on a darker tone.

Heather nearly choked on her cocktail in surprise.

"Yes, I've heard of it. But I'm not seeing how it relates."

Jennifer gave Heather a knowing smile; "Well, just wait and see. Xander messed with the wrong girls."

Heather wasn't at all sure what Jennifer was getting at, but her matter of fact tone in speaking of Xander's pending retribution brought a smile to her face.

--

Xander White strolled confidently down the walk to Jennifer's bungalow. He was a large, athletic college student whose six foot nine muscular frame was topped out with a mess of shaggy brown hair. A well manicured goatee added years to his otherwise youthful twenty-five year old face. His bulging pecs and abs were being hugged by a light blue polo, the short sleeves of which were straining to hold in his massive biceps. A pair of form flattering stone washed jeans, a large bulge visible at the crotch, and a pair of brown leather loafers finished his casual date night outfit.

"Xander, you're on time for once,"

Jennifer smiled led as Xander leaned in to give the much shorter young lady a kiss.

"You look smokin' babe!" he remarked sincerely as she closed the door behind him.

Jennifer was wearing a flattering one-piece black dress with an open back and slit up the left leg that went just beyond the knee. Her black hair, which was usually only in simple curls, had been styled in a sophisticated high bun, the style of which was vaguely familiar to Xander. Her makeup, which she seldom wore, was expertly applied and made her look even prettier than she naturally was, especially the cherry red lipstick that Xander was imagining would end up on his cock by night's end.

"Oh? This old thing?" Jennifer said spinning to show off her outfit, "A new friend helped me pick it out,"

Xander smiled and reached to kiss Jennifer again but she stepped back.

"Maybe you'd like to meet her?"

Xander rose an eyebrow quizzically, "Um. Sure, maybe sometime."

"How about now. Heather, can you come out here?" Jennifer called toward the bedroom.

"Heather...?" Xander's voice trailed as Heather emerged from the bedroom.

Heather was in a duplicate dress as Jennifer, only hers was white. Heather's hair was also styled in a high bun and she was holding a bejeweled white evening clutch in her hand.

"Actually, Jennifer picked out these dresses. She's quite stylish," Heather said smiling, stopping when she was shoulder to shoulder with Jennifer.


Xander, stammering for words, took a step back. He went to speak but was silenced by a dismissive wave of Jennifer's hand.

"Save it, ass hole. Did you bring them, Heather?

Heather smiled and reached into her clutch, pulling out two rubber balls about the size of billiards, and handed one to Jennifer. Heather tossed the clutch aside so that she was only holding the rubber ball then both she and Jennifer stood looking at Xander, eying his crotch.

"What the Hell?" Xander's face was beet red and his palms were turning sweaty despite his best effort to play it cool.

"You do know I dabble in magic, don't you." Jennifer began.

Xander rolled his eyes derisively and took a step toward the women.

"You stupid bitch, what the hell..."

Jennifer spoke over him, chanting something in a language that sounded like a cross between Latin and French. It was quite foreign to Heather and Xander but Jennifer was speaking it quite fluently. The lights in the home dimmed slightly and in the distance a car alarm could be hear blaring as she finished her incantation.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Jennifer said, mocking Xander's irritation.

"You crazy bitch. I thought you were going to stop that hocus pocus Wican bullshit."

"And who are you to be calling anyone a crazy bitch," Heather shouted in an uncharacteristically harsh tone, affronted by Xander's attack on her new friend.

Without thinking, Heather lifted the ball she was holding so that it was eye level with Xander and squeezed as hard as she could.

"Oooh!" Xander screamed, his voice cracking, as he clutched his crotch and crumbled to his knees.

"What the fuck! Ooooh!" Xander's grip on his crotch increased as Heather continued to squeeze the ball in her hand.

As she gradually let go, the sudden, mysterious pain in his left nut subsided.

Xander, in shock and breathing heavily, looked at the two woman, tears streaming down his face.

"Aww, we made him cry," Jennifer laughed.

"And we only just started. Jenny, this is amazing," Heather gave the ball in her hand another squeeze and Xander howled in pain.

"You see, Xander. I guess my 'witch shit' isn't bullshit after all." Jennifer said as Xander started to rise to his feet.

She placed her rubber ball on the ground, lifted her foot and stomped the pointed tip of her high heel into it.

Xander's eyes crossed and he let out a blood curdling howl as his hands raced to cup his inexplicably injured nuts. He felt like his right nut had just been stabbed with a knife. Jennifer lifted her foot and sent the heel crashing into the ball again.

Xander jumped from surprise and screamed, falling to the ground in heap.

"What's happening.... OOOH!" Xander sobbed and thrashed on the floor as Jennfer threw her rubber ball to the ground, where it landed with a hard thump.

"Looks like he have you have you by the balls," Jennifer laughed as she picked her rubber ball back up.

The two young ladies stood over the stricken jock, not even trying to mask their delight in watching him flay about, his hands clutching the crotch of his tight jeans. They gave him several minutes to nurse his throbbing genitals before Jennifer ordered him to stand up.

"I said stand!" she roared as Heather looked on smiling. Jennifer squeezed the ball in both of her hands, compressing it into a rubber oval.

"Ooh fuck!" Xander wailed as he struggled to get to his feet.

The slower he was, the more Jennifer squeezed. His eyes were watering and it felt like his right nut was going to implode. When he was finally standing. his knees were still slightly bent and he was cupping his crotch. The buff jock winced in pain and looked at the two women in confusion.

"What's going on?" he managed to get out through gritted teeth.

"I told you, we have you by the balls. I have the right one and Heather has the left. Let's show him."

Both women held their rubber balls just inches from Xander's face and squeezed, alternating between left and right. Xander watched in horror as each squeeze corresponded with a nagging, painful squeeze in his balls. He was speechless by this impossible event, but the evidence was clear; the two woman were somehow crushing his testicles without even touching him.

"Please... please sto--- OOOH!"

Xander began sobbing as Heather's heal smashed onto her rubber ball which she had placed on the ground. Xander's hands raced to his crotch in a panic. He was sure his left testicle had been punctured. The nut was throbbing and sore, but still whole.

"Strip." Jennifer barked.

Xander, who was back on his knees from the pain of having his left nut virtually stomped, looked up at them in wide eyed terror.

"I said strip!" Jennifer cupped her ball and balled a fist, preparing to pound it.

"No! No! Please, I'll do it!" Xander said getting to his feet.

He was sobbing as he peeled off his polo, revealing his hairy, rippling upper body. His chest was heaving and he was giving the girl's pleading expressions as he unbuckled his belt and slowly began removing his slacks, mindful not to bump his throbbing testicles as he did so.

Despite their disdain for him, both of the women couldn't help but admire Xander's truly gorgeous, muscular body, especially the mounding genitals clearly visible through his tight white boxers.

"Take 'em off," Jennifer said pounding the ball in her hanad with her fist.

Xander shrieked "Okay! Okay!"

He removed his underwear and stood in front of the women totally nude. He was still unable to believe that something so seemingly impossible was happening, but a quick squeeze of Heather's wrist, that corresponded with a sharp pain in his left nut, assured him that it was actually happening. Heather in particular was enjoying the feeling of dominance she was having over the hulking jock. Xander had never been violent with either of them, but if he wanted to he could have easily taken out Heather and Jennifer. But here he was, a nearly seven foot rugby player being held captive by two petite coeds.

Xander's huge nuts were throbbing and beet red, as if they had actually been being squeezed and hit. The egg sized gonads were tight against Xander's body, his thick penis - five inches flaccid - drooped lazily to the left.

The two women stood admiring the handsome stud for several minutes, rolling their voodoo balls in their hands gently. Xander's face flashed with embarrassment as the his balls felt the massaging and despite his fear he could feel his cock starting to stir.

"Please. Please stop." Xander said pleading as his ten inch cock stuck out like a metal pole from his body.

"What a hunk," Jennifer said in true admiration, "Too bad we're gonna have to neuter him."

Xander's eyes grew wide and he took a step toward them, "No! Nooo!"

The big stud's advance was instantly stopped as he fell to his knees clutching his crotch. Both the women were squeezing their respective ball as hard as they could.

"OooH!" Xander's screaming was a loud, inhuman continuous drone as they relentless squeezed and kneaded his manhood for ten minutes straight.

Xander could feel his testicles being crushed and squeezed as if by invisible hands, but was powerless to stop it. Jennifer took her ball and began squeezing it between her thumb and fingers, making Xander's actual nut begin to bulge and compress in the middle. He let out a girlish scream and pleaded with her to stop.

"Please! You're gonna' pop it... please!" Xander begged as he writhed on the ground.

Jennifer and Heather let up their grip and let Xander, who was rolling on the ground like an injured animal, catch his breath.

"Isn't this fun," Jennifer asked laughing.

"Yes, very! Why haven't we talked before?" Heather said smiling, raising her ball in the air.

THUMP!

The two balls collided like as if the two were making a toast with Xander's balls and the feeling of his testicles crashing into each other made Xander wail in agony. He managed to get to his feet and clasped his hands together in front of his chest, begging.

"Please! I"m sorry! I'm sorry! Just stop this.. OOOH!"

The girls giggled as they watched Xander's huge right nut dimpling in the middle as if beign crushed in a vice. Jennifer kept squeezing and squeezing the ball in her hand, causing Xander's right nut to deform.

"Oh God!" Xander screeched as he felt the membranes of his right nut starting to collapse. He looked down in horror as his oversized ball got flatter and flatter, as if it were being squeezed by a giant invisible hand. He instinctively reached for it to comfort it, but could do nothing to stop the pain. He fell to his knees sobbing as his nut got flatter... and flatter... and flatter. He could feel it was about to rupture and was pleading and begging for Jennifer to stop.

"Oh, let me try something," Heather said throwing her ball to the ground.

The impact sent shock waves through Xander's left nut and Heather kicked off her heels. She placed her small foot on the rubber ball and slowly began lifting her other foot so that she was balancing on one foot on the ball. Jennifer offered her an arm for balance and Heather began bouncing mericlessly on the ball.

Xander blacked out as his right nut got dangerously flat, resembling a blood red pancake. Heather kept bouncing, fully expecting the helpless jock's testicle to explode as it got flatter adn flatter.

"Come on! Crush it!"

Heather kept bouncing on the red ball before switching it up to simply hopping on it with one foot. They watched as Xander's ball kept being squeezed and crushed by an invisible force, dimpling at the middle as the enormous organ was squashed flatter... and flatter...

Xander's head shot up and he let out a howl as a resounding SQUICK echoed in his body. He looked down at this sack to see his right nut had fractured in half.

He cupped his crotch and cried out "OH GOD! STOP! Please stop!"

Xander was sobbing and nursing his half ruined sack, much to the girls' delight.

Jennifer walked up to him and knelt down, now eye to eye with the sobbing young man. She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead as she ran a hand gently through his shaggy brown hair.

Xander looked up at her pleadingly. He had never felt so totally vulnerable in his life and was hopeful his sincerely apology and begging would spare him any more harm.

"Tell you what. If you jack off for us, I'll remove the enchantment," Jennifer said reaching for the ball Heather was holding.

She nodded at Heather who went off into the kitchen, disappearing for what to Xander seemed like several minutes. She returned into the living room carrying a large, shiny metal box. Whatever it was seemed to be more bulky and awkward than actually heavy, it's relative size made larger against her petite frame. Jennifer chuckled at the site of it and it took Xander's pain wracked mind nearly thirty seconds to recognize the mystery object as a sleek, stainless steel microwave oven.

She set it down on the coffee table and plugged it in, which was Jennifer's cue to place both of the rubber balls into the machine.

"Oh God, no! Please! For God's sake..." Xander screamed as he heard the microwave beep as Jennifer entered in an inordinately long cooking time into the control panel.

"Start stroking," Heather barked.

Xander couldn't take his eyes off the microwave – more specifically Jennifer's small finger dancing over the power button – as he spit in his hands and began furiously pumping his cock. Despite the throbbing, unbearable pain coming from his crushed testicle, Xander was able to will himself to a full erection. The two ladies watched, licking their lips as Xander pumped all ten inches of his veiny thick cock with both hands. The mushroom head swelled and started dripping precum as he closed his eyes, trying desperately to think of the hottest visuals he could in order to blow his load.

"Better hurry," Jennifer said as she continued to run her finger perilously close to the microwave's shiny 'ON' button.

Xander tried to ignore her taunts as he felt his tortured load starting to boil in his nuts.

Heather screamed "He's getting close! Do it!"

Xander barely registered with Heather had said and opened his eyes wide just as a rope of jizz erupted from the head of his cock.

He was still shooting when he cried out "Noooo!" and attempted to make it to the microwave, but his knees buckled under his explosive orgasm...

He was spewing a third rope of cum when Jennifer's hand touched the power button of the microwave. Xander's eyes crossed and he instantly collapsed as the microwave began heating the rubber balls. Although the rubber balls themselves weren't being damaged, the enchantment on his testicles made them both instantly heat up. Xander sobbed as he felt his testicles getting hotter and hotter, his entire sexlife literally being boiled from the inside out. It felt like someone was applying a branding iron directly to his sack. The rapidly expanding liquids in his scrotum made his sack puff and grow like a heinous, flesh colored balloon. Xander let out a howl as his left nut violently exploded in the sack. His swelling right nut lasted a moment longer before it too burst with a wet SPLOSH that was audible even over his inhuman screams.

The jock, who had long since fell on his back, kicked his legs in the air and screamed "OOOO!" once more before blacking out.

Jennifer and Heather kept the microwave going for another minute and watched as his nearly flattened sack rose and bubbled in random spots as the nearly liquified contents continued to cook.

Jennifer turned off the microwave and the two made their way over to the fallen stud. Xander's legs were spread wide, totally exposing his junk. His deflated cock was still leaking bloody semen and Heather reached out to examine his scrotum. She smiled as she felt the mushy remains of his destroyed testicles. Xander's once huge, solid testicles had literally melted into gook apart, turned to shredded gore in the mushy, lumpy sack.

"There's still some lumps left," Heather called to Jennifer.

Jennifer reached into the microwave and tossed a ball to Heather. They both smiled at each other as they placed the balls on the ground and proceeded to stomp on them, enjoying the wet SPLOSHING sounds coming from Xander's crotch as they watched his scrotum get flatter and flatter until it was nothing but a totally flattened mass on the ground. The two women felt their crotches getting wet as they mangled and crushed the hapless jock's sex life into a gooey, liquified mess.

When they were satisfied Xander would never be able to father a child, they stopped stomping and Jennifer said an incantation in the same strange dialect as before. The lights dimmed again and the rubber balls presumably became ordinary rubber balls again, no longer attached to Xander's now totally mushed nuts.

"Guess that'll teach him to ever try that again," Heather said smiling as she looked down the passed out Xander's pancake-flat sack.

“Oh, we aren't quite done,” Jennifer smiled as she disappeared into the bedroom.

Jennifer came out of the bedroom carrying a dildo that was a near perfect replica of Xander's massive cock. Heather beamed as Jennifer again chanted in her mysterious dialect, causing the lights to again dim briefly.

Jennifer smiled as the handed the now enchanted rubber cock to Heather, who quickly grasped it in both hands and began twisting and stretching it. To her delight, they watched as Xander's actual cock began twisting and pulling in unnatural directions. She smiled at Jennifer as she tossed the rubber cock to the ground.

She rose her foot over it and stomped over and over. Huge bruises and welts started to appear all over Xander's once beautiful cock as it was brutally flattened. Soft, squishing SPLATS echoed from Xander's cock as his jock meat was pounded by the angry coed.

“Oh! I have an idea!” Jennifer suggested, motioning for Heather to stop her ruthless stomping.

By then, Xander's cock had split in several places like an over stuffed sausage breaking out of its casing, and it was obvious it would never again be able to inflate to its ten inch glory.

“Let's see what happens when we put it in the blender,” Jennifer said licking her lips and smiling.

Heather wasted no time picking up the dildo and following Jennifer into the kitchen. They tossed it in and carried the blender back into the living room, plugging it in next to the microwave.

“Okay, here we go! Five.. four... three...”

Jennifer counted down slowly, her hand hovering over the blender's power button and both of their eyes locked on Xander's about-to-be mutilated cock.

“...two... one!”

“Do it!”

Jennifer depressed the button, her panties now soaked, and smiled cruelly as Xander's abused, but still huge, flaccid dick instantly exploded into a shower of meaty chunks.




Friday, May 10, 2013

The Fun House


Larry looked down at the small slip of paper to verify he had gotten the address right. He had. He looked up at the stately entrance to the brownstone apartment in the middle of Brooklyn Heights. The neighborhood was quite posh and well taken care of. Hardly the type of place he expected to find a Fun House, the invite lists for which were extremely selective. The background check involved was disguised as a mortgage application through an ostensibly reputable New York bank. Larry had waited years for his invite, which is why he was feeling sad at the prospect he had been lead astray at the eleventh hour. He sighed, running a hand over his bald head and knocked on the door. He was fully prepared to give an excuse if a middle aged house wive came to the door, but instead was greeted by a large, husky man in a white suit.

"Larry, come in. Come in," said the man.

Larry smiled as he entered brownstone, the door closing quickly behind him. Inside, only the entryway of the brownstone had been left in tact, presumably so that it looked like any other apartment should someone walking by peer in while the door was opened. However as soon as Larry walked beyond the ordinary looking foyer, he found that every interior wall of the original brownstone had been removed, the now open floor plan divided into small rooms with numbered doors connected by winding hallways.

"Welcome to the Fun House! The time you have in the Fun House is random... " the man in the white suit said handing Larry a pager.

"When this goes off, your time is up. it'll be time for you to leave. The rules are pretty simple. Take no pictures, and wash up when you're done." the host pointed to a small laundry sink on the wall near the entry way.

Larry made his way to Door #1 and opened it. The room was rather small, only six fee by six feet square, a glaring lamp overhead basking the drab gray walls. In the middle of the room a studly young blond was bound to the ceiling and floor, his arms and legs outstretched so that his body was an 'X'. Larry licked his lips and the blonde smiled at him. He was probably only in his early twenties, with a slim, yet defined build and shoulder length shaggy hair. He was cute and youthful and was licking his lips suggestively at Larry.

"What are you gonna' do to me, sir?" the blond asked as Larry walked to stand directly in front of him.

Without thinking, Larry reached out and cupped the boy's relatively small but low hanging balls in his hand. He squeezed until his bicep bulged in effort, causing the young man to gasp. Larry was getting hard in his jeans as he felt the trapped organs compressing into each other.

"Oh yeah, sir. Crush 'em," the blonde begged breathlessly between winces of pain.

Larry stopped squeezing and let the now red balls swing freely for a moment.

"Oh, I'm gonna' pop them," Larry whispered in the boy's ear and - the Larry's surprise - the boy's cock started to stir.

Larry grabbed the young man by the shoulders for balance and then unleashed a volley of a dozen knee kicks directly into the swinging orbs. The blonde winced and tried his beset not to cry out but he finally screamed at the twelfth kick. Larry roughly grabbed a nut in each hand and began squeezing, trapping each nut between a thumb and forefinger.

"I'm gonna' rupture them. Crushed with my bare hands," Larry said, his voice filling with an animalistic intensity as he felt the testicles flattening in his powerful hands.

The blonde let out a scream and was trying to contain himself, but as his left nut suddenly got much, much flatter he couldn't hold back and started screaming hysterically. Larry didn't break eye contact with the sobbing young man as he felt his organs getting flatter and flatter...

SQUISH! The blonde's left nut collapsed in Larry's hand and Larry thought he was going to blow his own load at the feeling. He let the ruined left nut fall and then concentrated both hands on the final, swollen right nut. The blonde man was writhing and screaming but still managed to get out "Please, crush it sir,"

Hearing this virile young man begging to be nutted was enough to get Larry over the edge. He felt a jet of steamy hot cum splatter the inside of his jeans just as his hands came totally together... SQUICK! The man's right nut exploded in the sack, compressed totally flat in Larry's hands. The blond was convulsing and sobbing and for a moment Larry was nearly tempted to help him, before he remembered he only had limited time in the Fun House-- the staff would take care of him. He left the room and headed to Door #2.

It was the same sized cell, with a muscular twenty-something Latino laying spread eagle on the floor. His larger balls had been pulled away from his body with cock rings, resting on the floor like two bulging lumps.

Larry had barely closed the door behind him when the Latino practically begged "Oh yeah, Sir. Flatten these bumps."

Larry licked his lips and thought to himself how amazing the Fun House was. He stood between the Latin's legs and was about to simply stomp down his size twelve shoe on the defenseless orbs, when he instead cocked his leg at the knee and let out a violent kick.

WHOOSH! CRUNCH!

His foot connected squarely with the balls, all of the force going into deforming them from round to flat. They slowly plumped back into shape as the crying Latino writhed and screamed, but never attempting to free himself from his bonds.

"Oh yeah, you want them crushed, don't you," Larry asked breathlessly as he cocked his foot back again.

"Yes, turn them to mush ---- OOOH!"

CRUNCH! Larry's foot collided again, and again... and again with the man's sack. The Latino's balls were swollen to nearly three times their size and fiery red. Larry could tell they were starting to get less firm with each kick. He then remembered the time limit for the Fun House and decided to castrate this man quickly lest he miss out on more fun.

He put his left foot over the bulging nuts so that they were both covered then slowly rose his right foot. The Latino man cried and screamed, but continued to beg Larry to crush him between inhuman squeals. Finally, Larry was standing on only one foot, his entire weight being held up by the Latino's swollen, flattening balls.

"Oh yeah. It's starting to pop," Larry said, bouncing on his foot in an effort to totally deflate the doomed testicles.

The Latino screamed and blacked out.

"Oh yeah, they're popping. Here they go!" Larry screamed as he felt himself suddenly lower...

SPLOSH! SQUIIIISH! Both of the huge grapes burst one after another and Larry could feel the ruined, flat sack under his shoe. He rose his foot and proceeded to stomp mercilessly, the young man's head moving slowly back and forth as he moaned in his blacked out state. SPLISH! The Latin sack split open and Larry could feel thick, gunky nut nuts sticking to his shoe. He nearly shot another load before stomping a final time.

He left the passed out Latino and headed for Door #3. Larry's heart was racing. He had just popped four balls and was about to crush another pair, but he didn’t' know how much more time he had in the Fun House. He hoped he'd have all day...

Inside Door #3 was a very muscular dark haired, pale skinned young man in his late twenties. His bulging biceps and perfectly sculpted pecs were covered with tattoos. The man's face was aged beyond his years and quite mean looking. He was propped, tied to a pole and knees bent over a wooden table. His monstrously large, hairy nuts were resting on the table top next to several types of mallets and hammers laid out in a neat line.

"I know you wanna crush 'em," the muscle stud said licking his lips as Larry ran his hands over the various mallets, trying to pick out the perfect one.

"Oh yeah, Sir. That'd really do some damage," the muscle stud said, totally egging Larry on as he selected a heavy looking mallet with a metal handle leading to a large wooden head with small spikes etched in like a large meat tenderizer.

"Oh yeah, man. You're gonna totally blow my boys apart, aren't you? You're gonna make em splatter,"

Larry was going crazy with lust listening to this gorgeous, muscular stud literally begging for his nuts to be cracked.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna splattter 'em," Larry said, carefully lining the mallet so that it would come crashing down only on the left nut.

"Nice! You're gonna' nut me one at a time! Go ahead, sir. My name's Carl, but you're about to make me a Carla. Go ahead, pound it!" Carl begged, leaning in further so his balls were an even easier target.

The mallet sailed through the air with an audible whoosh.

"Oh fuck!" Carl screamed as his left testicle exploded with a wet SPLAT - the sack erupting open and liquified nut oozing out.

"Sir... oh God! Thank you," Carl managed to get out between squeals of pain.

"Oh, we're not done yet," Larry said, his cock raging. He lined up the mallet over Carl's last, enormous baby maker and let the mallet fall.

SPLOOOOOSH! The wet, explosive sploshing sound Carl's last nut made as it burst and splattered the table top made Larry instantly cream in his jeans again. He nearly doubled over with ecstasy. Carl was convulsing, but remarkably a smile of sick satisfaction was on his face. Larry couldn't believe it. The Fun House was certainty worth the wait.

He left Carl behind and entered Room #4. Larry smiled at what he saw. Two identical twins in their mid twenties with toned, swimmers builds, cute freckled faces and dusty strawberry blonde hair were tied side by side in an 'X' shape like the first man Larry had nutted.

"Twins! Fucking hot!" Larry said, his cock raging yet again in anticipation on these fit young mens' impending destruction. Larry stood in front of the twin on his right and cupped his meaty, low hanging balls in both hands and began to squeeze, never breaking eye contact.

"Oh yay man! Mush my brother's balls," the other twin said in an airy voice, his cock growing hard.

"Oh I'm gonna crack all four of these nuts," Larry said, releasing one of his hands and cupping the second pair of nuts.

He was now holding two sets of identical nuts and squeezing as hard as he could.

"Oooh! Yes! Yes!" the left win screamed in pleasure and pain.

Larry twisted, kneaded and squeezed the trapped nuts for several minutes, the twins' screams being music to his ears.

"I wonder which set is gonna burst first," Larry said ,the testicles being violently compressed into each other.

"I --- -hope it's --- mine!" the twin on the right was barely able to get out through inhuman sobs and screams.

SQUIIIHSH Larry nearly came again as he felt the left twin's entire sack finally implode in his hands.

"Oh yeah, you crushed my brother!" the twin on the right screamed in pleasure.

"You're next!" Larry screamed as he cupped the remaining whole sack with both hands, compressing as hard has could. He could feel the membranes starting to crush and break as the nuts got flatter and flatter in his hands.

"OH YES!" the twin screamed as Larry felt the satisfying CRUNCH of another pair of nuts being ruptured. He took both ruined sacks, one in each hand, and continued to knead and massage the ruined organs in his hands. The right twin had passed out, but the barely conscious left twin looked on lustfully at his handsome brother as his sack was mushed.

BEEP! BEEP!
Larry released the destroyed sacks and looked at the pager. He went into the hallway and sighed as he saw doors numbered up to #20 that he wouldn't be able to explore. But the people who ran the Fun House knew all of his information from the extensive background checks, so he didn't want to risk running afoul of them. He made his way to the sink by the entry way, washing his hands and blotting warm water over this crotch in an effort to clean the thick sheen of jizz that was there. When he felt he looked presentable, he exited the brownstone, leaving the pager on the floor just inside the door and made his way back onto the busy street.