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.