Twenty-four year
old Nate Sebring sat quietly, a look of forced relaxation so intense
it looked exaggerated concealed a rage bubbling just beneath the
surface. The only sound in his small living room was the rhythm
ticking of a wall clock and a light autumn rain pattering against the
window, but he hardly noticed as he stared intently at the photograph
in his hands. It was a picture of him and another man hugging and
smiling at the Jackson County Summer Jamboree taken just a few weeks
prior. The smiling Nate on the photo was in sharp contrast to the
blank faced young man looking down at it.
Even in his
disgust, Nate couldn't help but admire the look of Chuck, the other
man in the picture. Chuck was five-foot nine, the same height as
Nate, but was nearly thirty pounds heavier, a stocky almost bearish
man who had turned 36 that summer. Chuck's medium length dark brown
hair was neatly styled and framed his round, handsome face. Even on
the low quality photo paper, his smoky brown eyes seemed to glisten.
Tufts of thick chest hair puffed from his partially unbuttoned
chest-hugging plaid shirt and stone washed jeans that showed off his
thick calves and an ample bulge in his crotch, features that even now
Nate found hard not to admire.
Nate looked up at
the clock to check the time, his good friend William 'Alex' Monroe
was running late as usual.
Nate ran a hand
through his short, sandy brown hair as his mind replayed in sickening
detail the conversation he and Chuck had had just hours after the
fateful photograph was taken. Nate and Chuck had met online three
years prior and after courting each other for a year, Nate packed his
small apartment's worth of belongings into a van and moved the
forty-five minutes to the small town of Jackson Hollow to move into
Chuck's slightly less modest apartment. For a while, as the photo
captured quintessentially, all was well. Nate had quickly found a
job unloading freight at a local store. The relocation forced him to
make friends, like Alex outside his comfort zone. The heavy lifting
at his job worked to tone up his torso, meaning he carried himself
with a slightly move svelte, developed profile than Chuck. But then,
like a sudden end of a good dream, things fell apart. Chuck became
increasingly callous and distant, pointing out every one of Nate's
flaws and missteps.
Chuck picked
fights and made rude comments about how he no longer found Nate
attractive. He openly flirted with younger, slimmer guys and
constantly compared Nate's huskier frame to theirs. It was as if
Nate were merely a toy Chuck had gotten tired of playing with and had
set aside. Using the last of his savings, and fed up by Chuck, Nate
moved out into the small, virtually empty apartment he found himself
in today. As he sat waiting for Alex, Nate replayed the details of
his relationship with Chuck and kept reaching the same conclusion.
Chuck was an immature, fickle cub who shouldn't be allowed to fuck
anyone over any more...
At first Nate was
too lost in thought to notice the knocking on the door and it wasn’t
until the second round of slightly louder knocks that he glanced up
at the door. Snapped out of his thoughts, Nate hopped up and headed
to the door, not even bothering to ask who it was before opening it.
As expected,
standing on the other side was Alex Ward. Alex was slightly taller
than Nate but noticeably lighter, though far from lanky. Although he
was Nate’s age, Alex’s youthful, freckled face that could have
easily passed for a teenager, a trait that would fit perfectly into
Nate’s grand scheme.
“Obsessed
much?” Alex asked with a dry chuckle as he gestured to the
photograph Nate was still clutching in his hand.
Nate, forgetting
that he was still holding the photo, crushed it into a ball with his
fist and threw it to the ground as he and Alex sat next to each other
on the couch. Nate produced his laptop that had been tucked under the
couch and opened it to reveal the login page to Jocks4Twinks, a
relatively new online hookup site that catered exclusively to hunky,
and ostensibly masculine men who were looking for svelte young
twinks.
Alex raised an
eyebrow quizzically. He wasn’t entirely sure what Nate was up to,
or how he factored into it, but was more than eager to help his
friend exact revenge on his slimy ex-boyfriend.
“So…
Jocks4Twinks? Not seeing how this STD clearinghouse is going to help
you with Chuck.”
Nate smiled
wickedly as he started explaining his plan. When he and Chuck lived
together, Chuck had routinely used Nate’s laptop as a matter of
convenience. Shortly after Nate had moved out, he had opened the
laptop to check his email and saw that it was still logged into
Nate’s account and despite himself he couldn’t resist the urge to
pry. All of the emails were routine except for a confirmation email
from Jocks4Twinks letting Chuck know that his new account under the
user name Country Creamer.
“Ooh, juicy.
What’s in his profile?” Alex asked.
With a few clicks
Nate pulled up Chuck’s user profile on the site. What Nate found
most incredulous was that Nate’s profile picture was the same one
they had taken at the summer festival with Nate crudely cropped from
the frame. Because Nate wasn’t a member, all but the most basic
information was blocked out, but there was still enough for Alex to
skim over.
“This is my
favorite part,” Nate laughed pointing to a small blurb Chuck had
written about himself.
“Country cub
wanting to plow the cream right out of a sissy little twink…”
Alex read aloud; the rest of the text was blocked out presumably for
members only.
“So hunky Nate
has a sweet tooth for Twinkies, eh.”
“Yeah and I
guess I didn’t make the cut,” Nate laughed dryly gesturing over
his decidedly non-twink torso, “but you do.”
Alex blushed as
he ran a hand through his casually tussled, shoulder length red hair.
He stood up and did a playful turn to show off his twink-like build.
Alex’s five foot eleven inch tall frame was lean and slim with
toned arm and chest muscles which he usually kept obscured under
loose fitting clothing. He wasn’t skinny per se, but was much
lankier and twink-like than Nate.
“I think I
could pass for a twink,” Alex said, purposefully adding effeminate
flare to his otherwise deep voice.
“I think you
could!”
Still not
entirely sure what Nate was up to, William setup an account on the
site under the user name Ginger Snap being sure to include specific
phrases and keywords Nate knew would catch Chuck’s attention.
Although Ginger Snap’s physical stats matched Alex’s, that was
the extent of any overlap between Alex and his alter ego. Because
Chuck’s profile made it clear he wanted to be a dominate top,
Ginger Snap was listed as a total bottom, the complete reverse from
Alex. Ginger Snap was 19 years old, liked beefy, older guys, had a
submissive stream, loved to be dominated in bed and had a relatively
small cock – a detail added to add to the emasculated twink persona
they were going for. None of those things was true about Alex, who
was actually a total top with a massive, ass-wrecking penis he would
much rather use on a twenty-something muscular athlete than the
older, rounder Chuck.
When Nate was
sure that the profile was sure to catch Chuck’s attention he darted
out of the room to grab his camera. He directed Alex to remove his
shirt, let his jeans sag at the waist and pose provocatively against
a blank wall. Alex let his wrists go limp and gave a much friendly,
youthful smile than normal, all while taking in a deep breath in an
effort to soften his abs a bit. Alex, ironically the most masculine
person involved in Nate’s scheme, looked like an absolute,
cock-starved girly teenage twink. Nate applied a softening Instagram
filter to the final image to make it look even younger and playful
before uploading it to this computer and attaching it to Ginger
Snap’s profile.
“Perfect, that
will do nicely.” Nate said admiring his handiwork on the screen.
Ginger Snap was
practically a Chuck magnet.
“So what
exactly is it that you have planned, Nate?”
“Oh you’ll
see. Don’t worry you won’t have to do anything gross with him,
just string him along until he agrees to meet you,”
Nate grinned as
he read the extended version of Chuck’s profile blurb:
“Country cub
wanting to plow the cream right out of a sissy little twink over and
over. My perfect twink would be between 18 to 22 years old, NO
EXCEPTIONS, be totally submissive and know how to please a man. I’m
a take charge dude but won’t mind letting a filthy cum whore take
the lead in getting me worked up for his final, messy reward. Let’s
get together guys and let me wear out your jaw on my nine inch dick
before plowing into your warm, tight ass. Oh, and bedrooms are for
sleeping – let’s mix it up.”
“What a tool,”
Nate snorted when Alex was done reading.
“Is his cock
really nine inches?” Nate asked casually.
“Yeah, or maybe
a little bigger,”
“Hmm. I just
assumed not, seeing how everyone lies on these sites. Poor little
unsuspecting twinks. I wonder how many he’s split apart so far.”
Nate rolled his
eyes as he clicked a button above Nate’s profile. The laptop
responded by playing a wet, slurping sound effect.
“What’d you
just do?”
“I sent him a
‘Slurp’. It’s like a ‘wink’ or a ‘smile’. Just to get
the ball rolling…”
No sooner had he
started his sentence than the computer made another slurping sound.
Then another and another. Nate opened Ginger Snap’s email to see
that three horny ‘jocks’ had attempted to get his attention just
in the few minutes the account had been active. Without even opening
the messages, Nate deleted them all; there was only one man he was
interested in meeting up with Ginger Snap.
“Goodness, that
profile is really luring them in.” Alex said.
“It’s
probably that picture. Yummy.”
Alex flushed red
as his friend playfully licked his lips and eyed him up and down.
Alex rolled his
eyes, “So what do we do now? What exactly is your plan?”
“We lure him in
and just when he thinks he’s about to get a piece of red-headed
ass, I’ll hurt him worse than he hurt me.”
Alex, still eager
to help his friend and bemused by the prospect of leading a
quasi-double life, was slightly unsettled by Nate’s tone.
“Don’t worry,
it’ll be a blast.”
-
As Nate expected,
Alex’s Ginger Snap persona was extremely popular on the Jocks4Twink
site. Ginger Snap’s email would receive several messages a day
from hunky jocks, bears and cubs eager to tear open his supple ass
and, just to amuse himself, Alex would occasionally respond leading
on some hapless country stud. But the true target, Country Creamer,
didn’t send a message. Several weeks passed and the air was
starting to take on a decidedly nippy crispness.
By late October,
Nate had taken to checking Ginger Snap’s email only once a week and
was about to resign himself to the possibility that his plan wasn’t
going to work when, at last there was a new message waiting from
Country Creamer.
For the next
week, Nate and Alex took turns posing as the twinkie Ginger Snap in
long, raunchy online chat sessions with Chuck. One evening the two
even ate snacks and drank beer laughing hysterically amongst
themselves as they worked Chuck into a dirty-talking frenzy. While
Chuck was blowing his load, he couldn’t imagine that the awesomely
nasty, eager bottom slut he thought he was talking to was actually
his ex-boyfriend and a very masculine red head playing him for a fool
And so it went
for the next two weeks, into early November, before the inevitable
finally happened. Chuck, too horned up and turned on to confine
himself to having cybersex with Ginger Snap, agreed to meet him.
Chuck thought he was in for a marathon, twink-ass-busting session of
pounding hot sex but Nate had something much less steamy in mind.
Alex, for his part, still wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed
to do with Chuck other than guide him to a clearing in the middle of
a cornfield off Old Malinowski Road, miles outside of town.
At Nate's
instruction, Alex told Chuck to pick him up outside a grocery store
in town. Chuck had revealed a fantasy of wanting to pick up a svelte
horny hitch hiker and have his way with him and Nate was happy to
give him one more moment of false happiness before his plan finally
unfolded. At just before daybreak, Chuck rolled up in his shiny
black Impala and motioned for Alex to hop in. As they made their way
outside of town, Chuck didn't even bother to hide the huge bulge
growing in his own jeans as he eye-fucked Alex. Alex was hotter than
Chuck had imagined, wearing skin tight jeans and an over-size A-shirt
that made his arms seem lankier than they really were. His hair was
heavily styled into a ponytail and he was using feminine hand
gestures and vocal inflection that totally played into Chuck's idea
of the perfect submissive twink.
The sun was just
peering over the horizon as Alex pointed Chuck to turn down an almost
totally overgrown road that jutted from the highway. The beefy perv
greedily obliged as Alex unfastened his seat belt so that he could
unzip Chuck's jeans, lean over and take Chuck's truly huge cock into
his mouth. Chuck’s large nuts bounced against Alex's chin as he
expertly swallowed all nine inches of steely cock. Chuck moaned as
the car drove further into the field open field, using one hand to
keep the twink's head pressed firmly on his cock. Alex, for his
part, was hoping his blow job would distract Chuck from realizing
they were driving further and further into the middle of nowhere. The
plan was working.
“Stop the car,”
Alex instructed, gasping as he came up from air.
The car rolled to
a stop just where the open field turned into a corn field of
extremely tall stalks. As planned, there was a path cut into the
corn that seemed to lead into a maze.
“This maze was
left over from the jamboree. They're just gonna' plow it over soon so
might as well get one more good go in it.” Alex explained as he got
out of the car.
A clearly
sexually frustrated Chuck exited, his nine inch thick cock bobbing
out of his open zipper as he followed Alex into the maze.
“Mmm, daddy.
The last guy who took me in here fucked me so hard his cum hit the
back of my teeth,” Alex said in a sultry voice as he guided Chuck
literally by his dick further into the maze.
“Oh yeah, boy!
I'm gonna' plow the shit outta' you,”
“Mmm, sir. Make
me your little slut. You wanna lay be down right here and pound this
ass don't you?”
Chuck was going
insane as this hot ginger twink was all but begging him to fuck his
brains out. He was so turned on he didn't notice that the corn maze
wasn't a maze at all, but a relatively straight path with no turns.
"We're
almost to the center, daddy," Alex teased as he saw their actual
destination ahead.
At first, Chuck
was so focused on Alex that he barely noticed that they had exited
the towering corn stalks and emerged into a meadow on the other side.
But he hardly seemed to care as he reached out and grabbed Alex by
the arm and drew him closer. Keep dropped to his knees and took as
much of Chuck's thick cock into his mouth as he could stand, trying
to cover his disgust at the musky smell.
"Over here!
There is nothing hotter than being laid out and fucked hard and deep,
with nothing but nature staring up your ass," said Alex after he
had sucked Chuck's cock until it was even harder.
He sprang to his
feet and, keeping up his youthful twink facade, walked backward
toward a lone pine tree in the middle of the meadow. When he got to
the tree he stood with his back to the trunk and bent down to touch
his tows, leaving his round, perky jeans-clad ass in the air.
"Oh boy!"
Chuck squealed.
Chuck's back
pressed against the tree trunk as he stood behind the young stud and
grasped his hips with his hands. Alex did his best to feign moans of
pleasure as Chuck thrust and grinded his now dripping cock against
his ass, only the thin fabric of his jeans separating him from what
promised to be a gut-busting fuck. Alex glanced around, desperately
hoping that Nate would arrive as planned before the much more
powerful Chuck overtook him.
Alex stood up,
pivoted on one foot and turned to face Chuck. Chuck smiled broadly
as Alex leaned in and locked lips with him. As Alex pressed into
Chuck, Chuck closed his eye in the moment but Alex slyly kept his
open so he could glance into the corn stalks on the horizon. As
planned, Nate dressed all in black, was jogging quickly up from
behind. Nate didn't need to be particularly subtle with his approach
since Chuck was entirely focused on making out with Alex.
When Nate was
standing directly behind the tree he dropped a length of rope and
nodded. Alex broke away from the kiss reached down and began stroking
Chuck's throbbing cock as he licked his lips.
"Mmm. Your
cock is so big, you're so hot. Lemme' show you how I please a man,
daddy."
Chuck grinned and
let his arms fall to his sides, totally exposing himself to whatever
naughty fantasy Alex was going to play out.
Alex reached for
Chucks hands and guided them until they were behind his back, hugging
the tree.
"You know
what I wanna' do to you stud?"
"Yeah boy,
make me cum. Do whatever you want," Chuck’s cock was throbbing
and leaking.
"Okay, he's
ready!" Alex shouted, dropping the prissy twink routine.
Before Chuck knew
what was happening, Nate had grabbed both of his hands and was
hurriedly hand cuffing them together behind his back. Meanwhile, Alex
had dropped to his knees and was busy using the rope Nate had dropped
to tie Chucks' angles around the base of the tree.
"Hey! What
the Hell..."
"Shut it!"
Nate hissed, grabbing Chuck's bobbing cock and giving it a painful
squeeze.
Chuck winced as
his heart started to race.
"We have a
surprise for you," Alex started, pulling Chucks cock outward.
Chuck arched his
back painfully trying to stop Alex from pulling his dick off, and
screamed when he realized he couldn't do anything to lessen the
pressure. If Alex kept yanking and pulling his cock would..
"That's
enough, Kip. Wouldn't want to spoil all the fun."
Alex released
Chuck's cock as Nate rounded the tree and grinned wickedly at his ex.
Chuck's fear quickly turned to bemused annoyance as he saw Nate,
smirking and laughing at his timid ex-boyfriend's far-fetched threat.
"Well, well,
well. I didn't know you were into whips and chains and stuff,
but..." Chuck began snickering, pausing for a moment to eye Alex
up and down.
"But I think
I could make an exception with this one. But I'm not much into
threesomes so if that'll be all, why don't you..."
Nate let out a
pent up howl-like grunt that startled Chuck into silence as he
reached forward and pulled down the hulking jock's jeans to his feet.
Chuck's huge genitals were now swinging freely in the crisp autumn
air. Each of Chuck's balls was about the size of a golf ball and
almost comically round, covered in a patch of thick brown hair and
taught to his body. They were totally defenseless, like two fleshy
goofballs waiting to be knocked off their tee, and Chuck’s heart
sank when he noticed Nate's gaze resting on them.
'No! That will
not 'be all'. You are not in control here, Chuck." Nate hissed.
Without breaking
eye contact with Chuck, Nate grabbed one of Chuck's balls in each
hand and began to squeeze. Just as he remembered, the orbs were
incredibly hard, dense objects that at first resisted deformation.
But as Nate dug his thumb into the middle of each nut, he could feel
he was starting to soften them up. The slow, methodical squeezing
and tugging went on for nearly five minutes while Chuck pleaded,
interrupted by an occasional girlish scream.
"What the --
what the fuck are you doing! Let me go... Aaaah"
Alex stood by
silently, enjoying the look of satisfaction on Nate's face as he
exacted revenge on Chuck. Oddly enough, Alex couldn't help but feel
his own cock start to stir as he watched Chuck's sperm tanks turning
red and swelling. Chuck watched in disgust as Alex began rubbing the
bulge in his crotch, turned on at the big jock's de-nutting.
“Well I think
he's had enough," Nate remarked as he let both of the big nuts
out of his hands.
They were beet
red and slightly swollen, but still whole. His cock had long ago
gone limp, and was now a two inch thick stub that jutted out from his
crotch.
Nate motioned for
Alex to follow him back into the cornfield.
"So we're
just going to leave him here?" Alex laughed as they entered the
towering corn stalks.
"Not
exactly."
Alex, still not
entirely sure what the ultimate plan was, followed Nate a bit further
into the field until they came across a small Radio Flyer wagon
filled with pumpkins of various sizes and a second, larger
contraption that was mounted on the top of a wooden wagon. It look
Alex a few moments to realize what the mounted object was, but he
realized what he was looking at his face lit up in a wide, toothy
grin.
"Is that...
are you serious?"
"Very
serious. Oh, we're not done with him yet. Grab that wagon there,"
Alex wheeled the
wagon full of gourds back into the open field, followed closely by
Nate wheeling the awkward, wagon-mounted contraption. Chuck was
struggling valiantly to free himself but to no avail and, upon seeing
what Nate was wheeling toward him, his efforts became even more
frantic.
"What! What
are you doing? Let me go, Nate." Chuck screamed to Nate whom
was still quite a bit away.
Nate ignored him
as he positioned the contraption directly in front of the tree about
half of a football field away and paused.
"Use this
one," Alex suggested handing Nate a small pie pumpkin.
"Perfect.
Have to get the aim right first." Nate smiled as he loaded the
pumpkin onto the wagon-mounted catapult.
The
pumpkin-hurling catapult was a decidedly crude contraption, the
product of a few hours of internet research and a visit to the local
hardware store, but it was functional enough for the task at hand.
Ignoring Chuck's pleading, Nate pulled back on the loaded catapult,
did the best he could to aim, and fired.
Chuck was muted
with terror as he watched the small orange ball sailing toward him,
but landing about a yard short. The pumpkin burst as it hit the
ground with significant force. He could only imagine what would have
happened had the pumpkin hit him...
"We need to
get closer," Alex said dragging the catapult closer to the
target.
"What are
you... no. Please don't..." Chuck cried as Nate casually loaded
another small pumpkin onto the catapult.
"Ready...
aim... fire!" he called out gleefully as he let the second
pumpkin sail.
The pumpkin
collided with Chuck's heaving pecs with so much force that for a
moment he was afraid it had cracked a rib. A fiery welt appeared on
his hairy chest before the bounced pumpkin had even hit the ground.
"How do we
lower the aim?" Alex asked eying the device curiously.
"Like
this..."
Nate adjusted a
large orange spring at the rear of the machine and, when he was
satisfied, loaded a small summer squash and fired. The gourd landed
short of its target, sailing just between Chuck's legs.
"Almost."
Nate and Alex said in near unison.
It was at that
moment that Chuck figured out what the true target was for Nate's
evil machine. Nate wasn't just content to hurl heavy, hard pumpkins
at him randomly. He was aiming for his crown jewels and, if the
impact force of the first pumpkin was any indication, Nate was trying
to do more harm than an innocent prank.
"No! Nooo!"
Chuck screamed as he struggled against his bonds.
Nate shook his
head in annoyance as he casually pulled a roll of duct tape out of
his pocket. He totally ignored the pleading hunk as he walked up to
the tree, retrieved a length of duct tape, and placed it over Chuck's
mouth. Nate smiled in self-satisfaction as he rejoined Alex at the
machine, loaded another small pumpkin and smiled cruelly as he pulled
back on the firing mechanism.
"Fire!"
Alex shouted out as the pumpkin went sailing.
Although the
pumpkin only took a few seconds to cross the field, to Chuck it
seemed to take forever. His eyes were fixated on the pie pumpkin as
it came closer, and closer...
CRUNCH!
Chuck's muffled
screaming drowned out the sound of the pumpkin crashing full-force
into his huge balls. The aim was spot on and the force was
tremendous. The pumpkin split on impact before falling the ground,
revealing two extremely red, battered balls. Chuck writhed and
screamed as tears streamed down his pain-contorted face. He had
never felt such tremendous pain and was sure his testicles had just
ruptured, but they were still quite whole.
"Perfect!
Gimme' a bigger one," Nate instructed and Alex quickly obliged
handing him a slightly larger white pumpkin.
Chuck's now
slightly loosened nuts bounced wildly as he frantically tried to
escape his bonds. Nate placed the medium sized white pumpkin into
the catapult, pulled back on the spring and sent the heavy gourd
sailing.
CR-UU-NCH!
Chuck nearly
passed out from the pain as the larger, heavier pumpkin smashed into
his nutsack. Chuck's bull nuts and limp cock were flattened
dangerously against his pelvic bone and he was sure Nate was
inflicting serious damage to his...
CR-UU-NCH!
Chuck hadn't even
had time to process the last impact before another medium sized white
pumpkin collided with his genitals. This pumpkin's skin was slightly
harder, so didn't immediately spit on impact, meaning it had even
more crushing force as it flattened Chuck's nuts against his pelvis.
Chuck's girlish squeals were almost entirely muddled by the tape over
his mouth. His face was flushed red and his broad chest was heaving
from his sobbing. By now his already huge balls were even larger and
beet red, the skin of his sack glistened as the swollen orbs inside
pressed against it. Alex handed Nate another, slightly larger
yellowish pumpkin.
Nate grinned as
he bounced weighed the next pumpkin in his palm. This yellow
pumpkin, though slightly smaller than the white ones, was
significantly denser and heavier feeling and he smiled at the
prospect as he loaded the catapult for another blow. Alex meanwhile
was sporting a massive bulge in his overly-tight jeans and beads of
sweat were starting to form on his forehead; watching Chuck's balls
get crushed was turning him on more than he thought it would.
"Careful.
You're gonna pop a button," Nate joked ad he noticed the outline
of Alex's dick pressing against his zipper.
"Ready...
Aim... Fire!"
Chuck was going
hysterical, writhing wildly but unable to loosen his restraints. He
was totally defenseless as the pumpkin, a nothing put a yellowish
blur, zeroed in on his manhood.
"MMmmmmppph!"
Chuck screamed as the pumpkin found its target.
The yellow orb
landed squarely at the seam of Chuck's nutsack. As Nate expected,
this denser pumpkin dug even further into the fleshy, softening orbs
than the others. Chuck literally felt his testicles pressing against
his pelvic bone, being crushed as the pumpkin sank deeper, and
deeper... and deeper. For a horrifying moment, Chuck was sure this
pumpkin wasn't going to stop until it was touching his pelvis;
leaving nothing left of the jock nuts it was slamming into.
"Mmmmmppph!
MMmmph!" Chuck cried out as the yellow pumpkin bounced off his
crotch and landed on the heap with the others.
A small wet patch
was appeared on Alex's jeans, outlining his mushroom shaped cock
head. He had started rubbing and stroking the outline of his now
fully hard cock as he watched Chuck's humiliation.
"I think
he's learned his lesson. Let's go check the damage," Nate
instructed and the two made their way to the captive Chuck.
Chuck was sobbing
and pleading desperately, but Nate and Alex ignored him. As
expected, Chuck's ball sack was nearly twice as big as their already
beefy normal size. They were bright red and the skin of his abused
scrotum was stretched extremely tight as it struggled to hold in
their bulging contents. Alex's cock twitched as he observed how
Chuck's sack looked like it was about to burst open at the slightest
touch.
Chuck winced as
Nate roughly grabbed Chuck's ridiculously swollen balls, one in each
hand, and began to roll and squeeze them. Chuck was absolutely
powerless and pleaded with his ex-lover to let him go, but Nate just
smirked derisively as he dug his thumb into Chuck's bulging left nut
meat.
"Mmmmmph!"
Chuck's eyes
bulged out as Nate dug his thumb deeper and deeper into the bloated
nut. Chuck was sure Nate wasn't going to stop until his fingers and
thumb were touching and was bracing himself for the wet, loud 'pop'
he expected at any moment...
"Can I try?"
Alex asked excitedly.
Nate dropped
Chuck's nuts and stepped aside, leaving his ex totally exposed to
Alex. The red haired stud stood between Chuck's legs for a few
moments as if deciding what to do next. Then he reached out and
clasped Chuck's abused left nut, sandwiching it with both of his
hands.
"Mmmmpmmmph!"
Ironically,
Chuck's frantic screaming only served in to make Alex's cock even
harder. Alex's face was flush with effort as he pressed his strong
hands together as hard as he could. Alex could feel Chuck's huge,
round nut getting flatter and flatter... and flatter. But to a point,
it stopped compressing, remaining a rock hard, firm meaty patty
pressed in his hands. Alex literally grunted in effort as he pressed
as hard as he could, expecting at any moment to feel his palms touch
and the juicy nut between them to implode.
"It looks
like you're liking this more than I am," Nate observed as the
head of Alex's cock poked out of the waistband of his jeans.
"I guess
you're right," Alex laughed, letting go of Chuck's nut.
Chuck was
delusional from the pain of having his nuts cracked, but they were
still perfectly whole.
Alex stroked the
full length of his slightly larger than nine inch cock through his
jeans with one hand while he reached for and grabbed Chuck's nub of a
cock with the other. Chuck wasn't even remotely sexually excited,
but he couldn't control his cock as it slowly started to swell.
"Mmmph..."
tears of humiliation streamed from Chuck's eyes while he desperately
pleaded for Alex to stop stroking his cock.
Nate watched as
Alex knelt down and swallowed Chuck's cock, now grown to five inches,
into his mouth. Chuck wasn't Alex's type at all, but Alex was
finding himself incredibly turned on by Chuck's helplessness and the
humiliation of coaxing him into an unwelcome hard on.
It didn't take
long for Chuck's cock to grow to its full nine inch length and Nate
couldn't help but get turned on as he watched Alex's svelte throat
bulging as he effortlessly took the entire length. Meanwhile, the
forced load boiling in Chuck's sack was making his throbbing nuts
hurt even more and he prayed Alex would stop soon.
Alex stopped
sucking and rose to his feet, grabbing Chuck's throbbing cock with
both hands and stroking it slowly, concentrating on the
overly-sensitive head. Chuck felt like he was going to spew his load
as Alex worked the hunk's cock like an expert. Despite himself,
Chuck began moaning in pleasure and Alex could feel Chuck's cock
bobbing and throbbing as his pent-up load get closer and closer to
spewing all over Alex. Chuck's eyes were rolling and Alex knew he
was mere seconds away from getting splattered by Chuck's tortured
load...
"Okay, let's
get back to the catapult before he gets soft." Alex said evilly.
Chuck's cock
jutted out nine inches from his balls, steely hard and desperate to
shoot. It bobbed slightly with each heartbeat, tugging on his
battered nutsack and causing Chuck to wince. When Chuck and Alex were
back at the catapult, Alex picked out a large, bright orange
pumpkin. It was by far the heaviest, largest pumpkin they had picked
out so far and Alex quickly loaded it onto the catapult and pulled
back on the arm.
"Oooh! I see
what you did there," Nate exclaimed as he figured out that the
rock-hard pumpkin was about to pound into Chuck's throbbing pole.
"Here we
go!" Alex shouted as he let go of the launch arm and sent the
heavy orange pumpkin fly.
Chuck, his mind
washed in hormones and desperate to cum, didn't realize what was
about to happen...
CR-A-A-CK!
CRUUUNCH!
"MMMMMMMph!"
Chuck's face turned instantly red as he screamed so hard veins
became visible on his neck.
The pumpkin
collided with his protruding, hard cock with so much force that it
bent at awful right angles in three places with a resounding CRACK.
As the pumpkin continued, it pushed the ruined cock onto itself like
an accordion and, not slowed at all, crashed into Chuck's swollen
ball bag with a wet crunch. Alex and Nate could see that Chuck's
cock was destroyed, bent in unnatural angles as purplish welts began
to appear throughout its length. His balls had been flattened to a
half inch thick, at the absolute limit of bursting, before the
pumpkin finally stopped traveling and bounced off.
"That was
awesome!" Nate shrieked.
"Guess he
won't be fucking anyone else,"
They loaded
another large orange pumpkin and didn't even bother giving Chuck a
moment to catch his breath before they launched it.
C-R-U-U-U-N-C-H!
Chuck heaved as
the pumpkin flattened his testicles against his pelvis until the
enormous nards were only a quarter inch thick. They were throbbing
and were taking noticeable longer to plump back...
C-R-U-U-NCH!
C-R-U-U-NCH!
Two more of the
heavy orange pumpkins collided in rapid succession. Chuck's left nut
was swelling faster than the right and was starting to take on a soft
squishy consistency. Chuck passed out entirely after the second
pumpkin had flattened his entire sex life into a squishy, quarter
inch thick patty.
Alex, his cock
still sticking up over the waistband of his jeans, sprinted over to
Chuck to survey the damage. The hulking stud stirred slightly as
Alex examined his nuts and cock in his hands. As was visible even
from afar, Chuck's once proud donkey dick was history. Every inch of
his shaft had a nasty bend and Alex's sadistic attempts to straighten
it out instantly awakened a frantically screaming, crying, struggling
Chuck.
Alex refocused on
Chuck's balls, clasping his left nut between his palms and pressing
down. This time the nut flattened much more than before and was a
lot less firm. He did the same to the right and noticed it felt even
softer.
"Doesn't
look like they can take much more of this," Alex laughed as he
tried his hardest to totally crush Chuck's huge ball in his bare
hands.
"I wonder...
what it'll sound like... when it bursts..." Alex taunted, as he
felt Chuck's ball starting to literally collapse in his hands.
Alex was so
focused on destroying Chuck's ball he didn't immediately notice Nate
walking up beside him.
"Let's take
this off," Nate said grabbing the duct tape and roughly pulling
it off.
Chuck gasped for
air before screaming and begging to be let go.
"Please...
please let me go! Please! I'm sorry!"
Nate and Alex
ignored him as they went back to the catapult. They were down to
only three of the large orange pumpkins.
"Let's just
use up what we have left and get outta' here."
"I don't
think they're gonna' last that long."
"Exactly,"
C-R-UNCH!
"OH SHIT!
PLEASE!" Chuck screamed as the first of the last three heavy
pumpkins crashed into his crotch.
His mangled cock
split like an over-stuffed sausage and his nuts were both blood red.
"Ready...
Launch!"
The second
pumpkin sailed through the air, connecting directly on target.
"Aaaah!"
Chuck wailed.
An intense,
mind-bending pain radiated from his nutsack, which he was sure was
ruined. He looked down at his beaten package and saw that his balls,
though very swollen and red, still appeared to be whole, though they
were pulsing in non-stop, unbearable pain.
"Last
one...Ready. Aim... Fire!" They two counted down in unison as
the last pumpkin sailed.
Chuck screamed in
anticipation as he watched the pumpkin approaching as if in slow
motion. Although he wanted to look away, he couldn't help but stay
fixated on the approaching ball-busting gourd. When it hit his
crotch, the tremendous pain knocked the breath out of Chuck as the
pumpkin flattened the huge organs to two inches thick...
Chuck began dry
heaving as his nuts flattened to one inch....
Alex's cock
twitched and leaked precum as Chuck's once enormous sperm tanks were
compressed further... half an inch...
Nate wished he
had a closer vantage point, holding his breath in anticipation as
Chuck's balls were further flattened... quarter of an inch...
Chuck's sack,
thoroughly battered and tenderized by the nonstop abuse, barely
offered any resistance at all. The pumpkin continued barely noticing
the squashed organs underneath it. Chuck's balls got flatter and
flatter and flatter...
Both of Chuck's
wafer thin testicles imploded in their sack simultaneously. Chuck's
eyes bulged outward as the loud double SPLAT echoed in his head. It
sounded like something wet and firm, like two ripe tomatoes, being
stomped out of existence. It was the loudest, most horrible sound he
had ever heard. Chuck's balls had ruptured but the heavy pumpkin
kept pressing forward, continuing to mutilate and mash the organs as
it went. Chuck's cock was likewise being crushed and destroyed,
literally crushed into chunks. The pumpkin finally stopped and
bounced off, leaving behind a totally flattened scrotum and a tube of
skin; Chuck's cock which was now filled with totally mashed cock
tissue. Chuck's huge, beefy sex organs -- the quintessence of his
manhood -- had been turned into mush.
Chuck's jaw was
nearly dislocated as he opened his mouth as wide as he could, cocked
his head back and unleashed an unearthly, full-throat scream. Nate
and Chuck were too far away to hear the 'POP' that was still ringing
in Chuck's head but Chuck's scream made it clear his nuts had just
been cracked open.
"Ooh shit!"
Alex screamed out.
He had been
subconsciously stroking his cock during the last two pumpkin tosses,
threw his head back and explosively shot his load all over himself.
Squirt after squirt erupted from the head of his cock as Chuck's
non-stop droning scream filled the air.
"That'll
teach him to fuck with people,"
Alex, who was
still experiencing waves of intense ecstasy after his body shuddering
orgasm turned to his friend and smiled.
