Read about Max's previous victim here.
Max had been sitting on the rest stop toilet for nearly an hour. It was well past three in the morning and only two other men had entered the rest stop that evening and none of them were responsive to his suggestive foot tapping. Maybe this was going to be a bust evening. He ran a hand through his now blond hair and was about to exit the stall when he heard the restroom door open. Heavy footsteps lead quickly to the next stall. Max could tell that the man was sitting, but not actually using the toilet.
He gently tapped his foot.
The man, to Max's pleasure, reciprocated.
Max knelt down and removed the toilet paper holder which was only half bolted to the wall, revealing a large glory hole. Almost before the hole was completely uncovered a fat nine inch black cock and two large balls were pushed through the hole. Max inhaled the man's scent slowly. It was clean, yet had a hint of masculine odor that got Max instantly hard. Without further delay, Max inhaled the man's dripping cock and began to suck. He took the long tool all the way to the base of the man's balls, which caused the Stranger to gasp in pleasure.
"Oh yeah," came a deep voice from the other side.
Max bobbed up and down on the truly enormous dong like a champion, putting a hand on his throat so he could feel the bulge as nine inches of cock snaked its way down. The Stranger was moaning heavily and, after only a few minutes, Max could feel the large nuts, which he had been gently cupping, starting to retract. It was time.
"Oh yeah..." the Stranger moaned breathlessly, furiously pumping his cock into Max's face.
Max slowly reached for the butcher knife he'd laid next to the toilet and slowly positioned it. With one hard swoop, he was going to sever the man's dangling nuts right as we was cumming. The anticipation made Max drip with precum, his own cock raging in his jeans. His breathing quickened and his palms became sweaty. This was a large pair of nuts and he was sure they'd go great in his collection. He was studying the stuffed sack, noticing that the right nut was much more oblong and bigger than the left, which felt..
"It's cumming!" the Stranger screamed and Max felt a burst of goo splatter his tonsils.
Shit! Max thought, he'd gotten distracted. Without further delay he swung the butcher blade and it collided with the man's sack. The Stranger let out a hideous shriek and Max could hear the man fall with a slump to the ground. But the man's balls had retracted between the time Max had took aim and the time he swung. As a result, the blade didn't slice cleanly into the dangling sack, it bisected the juicy testicles, slicing them in half like two black grapefruits. Max looked down and saw the two testicle halves on the floor. He scooped them up and, almost going into the next stall to finish the job, but reconsidered.
As he made his way into the forest surrounding the rest stop Max stopped, looked down at the two testicle halves in his hands and threw them down. He looked at the ruined things just for a moment before stomping them into a gooey paste under his foot.
Those didn't count, he concluded. Only whole nuts did. He continued, satisfied that the two halve testicles were nothing but an unrecognizable mess, and contemplated how best to totally sever his next victim from his balls...
Max wandered for several miles, staying just out of sight of the few headlights that came down the nearly abandoned highway bypass. It was approaching four A.M, but he hadn't collected a proper pair for the night. The thought of aborting, and trying again another time crept to him when suddenly, as if on cue, a small car repair shop appeared on the horizon. Although it was actually only dimly lit, the building shone brightly against the stark dark night sky.
Max hesitantly approached the building. He had almost nutted a mechanic a few weeks prior in a similar back roads repair shop, but the guy's testicles had ruptured from being pulled by the pliers before they were severed. Max left the guy there, crushed balls still attached. After all, he only wanted to take whole testicles. Though he wasn't opposed to crushing them to goo once removed, like over-stuffed stress balls.
Max peaked into the window and saw a small, cluttered counter, behind which was a single automobile service bay, the back wall full of tools. Max pulled at the door, which was locked. He peered through the glass, hoping to find some young, cute mechanic working late...
Suddenly a figure appeared from the service bay. Max's eyes were still adjusting from the transition to near total darkness so it took him a minute to make out the outline of a very handsome, twenty-something blonde standing behind the counter. His short hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, his chiseled face dirty from grease and dirt. The mechanic was wearing only a tight fitting white T-shirt, a name Max couldn't make out from that distance was stitched over the left breast, and blue jeans, both rather dirty and sweaty. He had obviously been just at work, and the thought of un-nutting this muscular young man while he was ripe from work was making Max's cock stir.
As he approached, Max could make out that the Mechanic was about five foot ten, maybe one sixty, and well built, but not too muscular. Max was slightly shorter, but -- mixed with the element of surprised -- he was sure he could handle him. As the Mechanic approached, Max -- remembering his shirt was still bloody from earlier, started playing the role of the victim, pounding at the door and screaming for help.
Oh wow, he's cute, Max thought as the youthful Mechanic flung open the door in a panic.
"Are you okay, buddy?" the Mechanic asked, his soft voice -- even through his alarm - only made him seem even more youthful.
"He just kept hitting me, I was so scared..." Max cried, thoroughly convincing tears streaming down his face as he walked through the door. He made a point of reading the young blonde's name; Adam.
"Oh shit, is he here?" Adam asked, ushering Max to the counter and quickly closing -- and locking the door behind him.
Max was now at the counter, facing Adam, and abruptly stopped his charade. Adam, his adrenaline still pumping from this late night 'victim' was confused, and only just became aware of the bloodied knife sticking out of Max's pocket...
"What the..."
Max grabbed the knife before Adam could act and, in a surprisingly agile move, grabbed Adam's arm, spun him around and pulled him toward himself. Max's now raging cock was pressed against the young man's back, the blade of the knife was held so tightly against Adam's throat, it drew blood when his neck barely bulged with a swallow.
"Don't move." Max whispered with incongruent softness into the now crying man's ear, "Take me into the shop," said Max motioning his head toward the mechanics bay.
"Pl-please! Just take the money, "
"I don't want the money..."
Adam, too distracted by the knife was only just now consciously aware of the hard cock pressed into his back.
"No! No! Please don't rape me...." Adam said through sobs, too petrified to even attempt to move lest the blade plunge into his neck.
Max didn't dignify the plea with a response, instead slowly walking Adam around the counter into the mechanics' bay. As they rounded the counter, Max caught a glimpse of a photograph taped to the computer monitor. It was Adam smiling broadly as another man, a brunette, kissed him on the cheek.
"Who is that?" Max asked still slowly walking Adam into the bay.
"My husband.... please I just wanna' see him again," Adam cried. The young man was hysterical with fear, which was only making Max's cock harder.
"Do what I say, and you just might," Max said softly in Adam's ear as they entered the bay.
The two stopped just a few feet away from a car that was suspended at waist level on a hoist. Max, being mindful not to give Adam an opening to play the hero, glanced around quickly to see what he could use to castrate the unsuspecting mechanic. He grinned to himself when his eyes came across something on a back shelf.
"Get down," Max shouted, lowering the blade and shoving Adam to the ground.
Adam, still too petrified to mount a fight, stayed on all fours, fighting back sobs. "Please, don't hurt me. Plea---"
WHOOMPH! CRUNCH! - Max delivered a kick between the young man's legs so powerful that Adam's backside was lifted into the air. Adam let out a scream and fell over, landing on his stomach. Adam rolled to his back in agony and Max took the few moments the dazed mechanic was rolling in pain to run to the shelf and grab a spooled length of twine. He returned, Adam still clutching his nuts, and promptly stomped on Adam's chest and he was sure he felt something crack.
Adam gasped, his arms instantly clutching his chest, which left his crotch open again...
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! Max stomped on the slight bulge in Adam's dirty jeans several times, each time eliciting a squeal from the young man, who was now in too much pain from his cracked rib and throbbing nuts to mount any kind of response. Adam was pleading, begging Max to stop, but Max kept stomping and grinding the mound, the young man's firm testicles being squashed into his pelvis.
"Shut the fuck up!" Max roared with a ferocity that startled even himself, tiring of Adam's begging.
He kicked Adam in the side of the head so hard his neck snapped violently to the side and the young man almost instantly blacked out. Except for a trickle of blood coming from his nose and the shoe prints on his crotch, Adam looked like he could have just been peacefully sleeping. Max swooped down and put his finger under his nose... a slight puff of air signaled Adam was still breathing. Max got to work literally ripping Adam's sweat and grease stained T-shirt off, revealing a nicely defined, albeit bruised chest. A washboard like trail of abs ran down this stomach into his pants. Max licked his lips, his own pants now soaked with precum, as he dove his head into Adam's chest and began to swirl his nipples with his tongue.
Adam's head rocked slightly to the side and Max thought he heard him groan in pain, but he kept going. While he did this, Max massaged the lump in Adam's pants until he could feel the unconscious cock starting to come to life. That was his cue.
Rubbing a hand over Adam's rippling stomach with one hand, Max unbuttoned Adam's jeans with the other. He pulled them and his underwear down to his knees revealing two shaved walnut sized nuts tight to his body. His hardening cock was only about five inches long but incredibly thick and veiny. His husband must enjoy this, Max thought. Adam's distinct odor of sweat and masculinity wafted up from the now totally exposed crotch and, for a moment, Max had to stop fondling the young man lest he blow his load right there.
For a brief moment, Max considered abandoning his plan to destroy Adam's sex life - and by extension the sex life of his partner. Adam was, Max had to admit, simply beautiful. His rippling, but not imposing physique, the way he smelled, his handsome face.... Max rubbed the bulge in his crotch as he ran a finger to Adam's butt hole. It was so tight Max could hardly get a knuckle in. Adam's ass subconsciously twitched, clenching Max's finger tightly. Max's cock dripped precum and for a moment he contemplated just plowing Adam's tight hole and leaving him be. But then Adam thought back to the very first pair of balls he had crushed into a goo all over a bathroom stall and his cock jumped at the memory. No, Max concluded, castrating Adam would be infinitely more fun than fucking him.
Without any more thoughts about pounding the mechanic, Max tied the twine tightly around the base of Adam's sack, making sure there was still a bit of slack. He then tied it to the underside of the vehicle hoist. Adam was starting to stir a bit.
"Pl-please don't hurt me no more," Adam barely got out, drifting in and out of consciousness.
"Oh this won't take long," Max whispered in Adam's ear.
He quickly found the lever next to the hoist that controlled it going up or down. He pulled it forward and the hoist noisily started to rise, lifting the car and pulling at Adam's sack.
Adam groaned, but was still too out of it to respond. As the hoist rose, Adam's sack was pulled one.. two... three inches from his body. Then it suddenly stopped stretching, even as the hoist kept rising. The noose tightened around the balls, which were being pulled painfully against the top of the stretched sack and were quickly swelling and turning purple as they were starved of oxygen.
Finally it happened. Max smiled to himself as he saw Adam's tight body slowly lifting from the ground. When Adam was clear of the ground by a few inches, Max stopped the hoist. He walked up to Adam and looked down at the unconscious stud.
"Mmm, wonder how long they'll hold up," Max joked to no one.
Adam's body was being suspended entirely by his nuts and it was obvious the strain was getting to be too much for the poor organs. After a few minutes, as Max watched silently, the bulging sack turned completely bluish purple. Adam's balls were dying. Adam slowly began to come around and, as if overcome with a shot of adrenaline, starting begging and pleading in earnest.
"OH GOD! Let me go! Let me down!" Adam screamed at the top of his lungs, his arms and legs flailing. "They're ripping!"
Max watched as Adam's body slowly started to lower, the sack stretching further... and further....
"PLEASE!" Adam screamed a final time before his cries became an unintelligible drone.
Max ignored him and raised the hoist a few more inches. Adam's body lowered further as his sack was viciously stretched. Max walked up the writhing blonde and put a hand on the bulging nuts. They were still warm but didn't feel quite as hot as they should have been. They were also now totally blackish blue.
"Yup, these things are toast, Adam. Hope you're a bottom," Max joked cruelly.
Adam's screaming was at a fever pitch as his sack stretched further... and further... and ...
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.... THUD!
There was a loud, disgusting ripping followed by a thud as Adam's body fell to the floor. The severed balls still suspended from the hoist. Adam's hand immediately reached for his crotch as he sobbed and begged for Max for help. Max stepped over Adam's gorgeous body and casually retrieved the hanging ball sack. He rolled the organs still in their sack in his hands for several moments, savoring how they felt totally detached from their owner. He squeezed his hand tightly, feeling the dead baby makers compress under the strain. He kept squeezing and squeezing, determined to crush at least one of them right there in the garage. His efforts didn't take long. The membranes of Adam's abused right nut collapsed and Max explosively came in his jeans without touching himself when he felt his fist totally close over what had once been a firm, virile nut.
Max nearly doubled over as gush after gush of seed splattered the inside of his pants. Then, matter of factly he turned to leave the garage, stopping at the desk. He looked at the picture of a smiling Adam and his equally cute husband and thought to himself how they had probably had sex the same day that picture was taken, Adam's balls slamming into his husband's ass as the brunette was bred. The same balls that were now in Max's hands, half crushed. He grinned as he reaching for the cordless phone, throwing it at Adam. It hit him in the side of the face and as Max left, he turned to see Adam frantically dialing for help.
--
"Local. Trusted. Live. This is News Eight at Eleven," came a dramatic voice over rousing fanfare.
"Good evening, I'm Dianne Simmons. We start tonight with breaking news that City officials are launching a dedicated task force to track down the assailant in a string of gruesome attacks on young men, most recently two victims found just miles apart," an attractive woman began the news cast.
"That's right, Dianne. This man is wanted in connection to what police are calling a string of sexual assaults. Although all of the victims have been gay men, police are stopping short of calling this a hate crime..."
A police sketch flashed across the screen.
Max turned off the television, casually sipping a martini. He was sitting on an overstuffed leather couch, a fire roaring in the large fireplace of his luxurious uptown apartment. In front of him on the cocktail table his untouched Surface displayed spreadsheets and charts, work he'd bought home from his accounting firm. As he picked up his tablet and began to scroll through the figures on the screen, but his mind was distracted.
The police sketches were beginning to look a little too much like him. Perhaps he was getting too brazen as his 'trophy' collection had grown. He closed out of the spreadsheet app and opened his email; it was filled with casual correspondences and invitations to cocktail parties. He responded, genuinely laughing and smiling at the routine personal emails.
None of his recipients suspected for a moment that the emails they would be reading in response were being typed by the same hands that had crushed, sliced and ripped off so many pairs of nuts.
After a while, he sat down the tablet and finished his drink. His obligations as the fun loving, goofy sidekick 'Max' were finished for the night. He began plotting his next hunting excursion with the calculated casualness he had just addressed his emails.
He gently tapped his foot.
The man, to Max's pleasure, reciprocated.
Max knelt down and removed the toilet paper holder which was only half bolted to the wall, revealing a large glory hole. Almost before the hole was completely uncovered a fat nine inch black cock and two large balls were pushed through the hole. Max inhaled the man's scent slowly. It was clean, yet had a hint of masculine odor that got Max instantly hard. Without further delay, Max inhaled the man's dripping cock and began to suck. He took the long tool all the way to the base of the man's balls, which caused the Stranger to gasp in pleasure.
"Oh yeah," came a deep voice from the other side.
Max bobbed up and down on the truly enormous dong like a champion, putting a hand on his throat so he could feel the bulge as nine inches of cock snaked its way down. The Stranger was moaning heavily and, after only a few minutes, Max could feel the large nuts, which he had been gently cupping, starting to retract. It was time.
"Oh yeah..." the Stranger moaned breathlessly, furiously pumping his cock into Max's face.
Max slowly reached for the butcher knife he'd laid next to the toilet and slowly positioned it. With one hard swoop, he was going to sever the man's dangling nuts right as we was cumming. The anticipation made Max drip with precum, his own cock raging in his jeans. His breathing quickened and his palms became sweaty. This was a large pair of nuts and he was sure they'd go great in his collection. He was studying the stuffed sack, noticing that the right nut was much more oblong and bigger than the left, which felt..
"It's cumming!" the Stranger screamed and Max felt a burst of goo splatter his tonsils.
Shit! Max thought, he'd gotten distracted. Without further delay he swung the butcher blade and it collided with the man's sack. The Stranger let out a hideous shriek and Max could hear the man fall with a slump to the ground. But the man's balls had retracted between the time Max had took aim and the time he swung. As a result, the blade didn't slice cleanly into the dangling sack, it bisected the juicy testicles, slicing them in half like two black grapefruits. Max looked down and saw the two testicle halves on the floor. He scooped them up and, almost going into the next stall to finish the job, but reconsidered.
As he made his way into the forest surrounding the rest stop Max stopped, looked down at the two testicle halves in his hands and threw them down. He looked at the ruined things just for a moment before stomping them into a gooey paste under his foot.
Those didn't count, he concluded. Only whole nuts did. He continued, satisfied that the two halve testicles were nothing but an unrecognizable mess, and contemplated how best to totally sever his next victim from his balls...
Max wandered for several miles, staying just out of sight of the few headlights that came down the nearly abandoned highway bypass. It was approaching four A.M, but he hadn't collected a proper pair for the night. The thought of aborting, and trying again another time crept to him when suddenly, as if on cue, a small car repair shop appeared on the horizon. Although it was actually only dimly lit, the building shone brightly against the stark dark night sky.
Max hesitantly approached the building. He had almost nutted a mechanic a few weeks prior in a similar back roads repair shop, but the guy's testicles had ruptured from being pulled by the pliers before they were severed. Max left the guy there, crushed balls still attached. After all, he only wanted to take whole testicles. Though he wasn't opposed to crushing them to goo once removed, like over-stuffed stress balls.
Max peaked into the window and saw a small, cluttered counter, behind which was a single automobile service bay, the back wall full of tools. Max pulled at the door, which was locked. He peered through the glass, hoping to find some young, cute mechanic working late...
Suddenly a figure appeared from the service bay. Max's eyes were still adjusting from the transition to near total darkness so it took him a minute to make out the outline of a very handsome, twenty-something blonde standing behind the counter. His short hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, his chiseled face dirty from grease and dirt. The mechanic was wearing only a tight fitting white T-shirt, a name Max couldn't make out from that distance was stitched over the left breast, and blue jeans, both rather dirty and sweaty. He had obviously been just at work, and the thought of un-nutting this muscular young man while he was ripe from work was making Max's cock stir.
As he approached, Max could make out that the Mechanic was about five foot ten, maybe one sixty, and well built, but not too muscular. Max was slightly shorter, but -- mixed with the element of surprised -- he was sure he could handle him. As the Mechanic approached, Max -- remembering his shirt was still bloody from earlier, started playing the role of the victim, pounding at the door and screaming for help.
Oh wow, he's cute, Max thought as the youthful Mechanic flung open the door in a panic.
"Are you okay, buddy?" the Mechanic asked, his soft voice -- even through his alarm - only made him seem even more youthful.
"He just kept hitting me, I was so scared..." Max cried, thoroughly convincing tears streaming down his face as he walked through the door. He made a point of reading the young blonde's name; Adam.
"Oh shit, is he here?" Adam asked, ushering Max to the counter and quickly closing -- and locking the door behind him.
Max was now at the counter, facing Adam, and abruptly stopped his charade. Adam, his adrenaline still pumping from this late night 'victim' was confused, and only just became aware of the bloodied knife sticking out of Max's pocket...
"What the..."
Max grabbed the knife before Adam could act and, in a surprisingly agile move, grabbed Adam's arm, spun him around and pulled him toward himself. Max's now raging cock was pressed against the young man's back, the blade of the knife was held so tightly against Adam's throat, it drew blood when his neck barely bulged with a swallow.
"Don't move." Max whispered with incongruent softness into the now crying man's ear, "Take me into the shop," said Max motioning his head toward the mechanics bay.
"Pl-please! Just take the money, "
"I don't want the money..."
Adam, too distracted by the knife was only just now consciously aware of the hard cock pressed into his back.
"No! No! Please don't rape me...." Adam said through sobs, too petrified to even attempt to move lest the blade plunge into his neck.
Max didn't dignify the plea with a response, instead slowly walking Adam around the counter into the mechanics' bay. As they rounded the counter, Max caught a glimpse of a photograph taped to the computer monitor. It was Adam smiling broadly as another man, a brunette, kissed him on the cheek.
"Who is that?" Max asked still slowly walking Adam into the bay.
"My husband.... please I just wanna' see him again," Adam cried. The young man was hysterical with fear, which was only making Max's cock harder.
"Do what I say, and you just might," Max said softly in Adam's ear as they entered the bay.
The two stopped just a few feet away from a car that was suspended at waist level on a hoist. Max, being mindful not to give Adam an opening to play the hero, glanced around quickly to see what he could use to castrate the unsuspecting mechanic. He grinned to himself when his eyes came across something on a back shelf.
"Get down," Max shouted, lowering the blade and shoving Adam to the ground.
Adam, still too petrified to mount a fight, stayed on all fours, fighting back sobs. "Please, don't hurt me. Plea---"
WHOOMPH! CRUNCH! - Max delivered a kick between the young man's legs so powerful that Adam's backside was lifted into the air. Adam let out a scream and fell over, landing on his stomach. Adam rolled to his back in agony and Max took the few moments the dazed mechanic was rolling in pain to run to the shelf and grab a spooled length of twine. He returned, Adam still clutching his nuts, and promptly stomped on Adam's chest and he was sure he felt something crack.
Adam gasped, his arms instantly clutching his chest, which left his crotch open again...
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! Max stomped on the slight bulge in Adam's dirty jeans several times, each time eliciting a squeal from the young man, who was now in too much pain from his cracked rib and throbbing nuts to mount any kind of response. Adam was pleading, begging Max to stop, but Max kept stomping and grinding the mound, the young man's firm testicles being squashed into his pelvis.
"Shut the fuck up!" Max roared with a ferocity that startled even himself, tiring of Adam's begging.
He kicked Adam in the side of the head so hard his neck snapped violently to the side and the young man almost instantly blacked out. Except for a trickle of blood coming from his nose and the shoe prints on his crotch, Adam looked like he could have just been peacefully sleeping. Max swooped down and put his finger under his nose... a slight puff of air signaled Adam was still breathing. Max got to work literally ripping Adam's sweat and grease stained T-shirt off, revealing a nicely defined, albeit bruised chest. A washboard like trail of abs ran down this stomach into his pants. Max licked his lips, his own pants now soaked with precum, as he dove his head into Adam's chest and began to swirl his nipples with his tongue.
Adam's head rocked slightly to the side and Max thought he heard him groan in pain, but he kept going. While he did this, Max massaged the lump in Adam's pants until he could feel the unconscious cock starting to come to life. That was his cue.
Rubbing a hand over Adam's rippling stomach with one hand, Max unbuttoned Adam's jeans with the other. He pulled them and his underwear down to his knees revealing two shaved walnut sized nuts tight to his body. His hardening cock was only about five inches long but incredibly thick and veiny. His husband must enjoy this, Max thought. Adam's distinct odor of sweat and masculinity wafted up from the now totally exposed crotch and, for a moment, Max had to stop fondling the young man lest he blow his load right there.
For a brief moment, Max considered abandoning his plan to destroy Adam's sex life - and by extension the sex life of his partner. Adam was, Max had to admit, simply beautiful. His rippling, but not imposing physique, the way he smelled, his handsome face.... Max rubbed the bulge in his crotch as he ran a finger to Adam's butt hole. It was so tight Max could hardly get a knuckle in. Adam's ass subconsciously twitched, clenching Max's finger tightly. Max's cock dripped precum and for a moment he contemplated just plowing Adam's tight hole and leaving him be. But then Adam thought back to the very first pair of balls he had crushed into a goo all over a bathroom stall and his cock jumped at the memory. No, Max concluded, castrating Adam would be infinitely more fun than fucking him.
Without any more thoughts about pounding the mechanic, Max tied the twine tightly around the base of Adam's sack, making sure there was still a bit of slack. He then tied it to the underside of the vehicle hoist. Adam was starting to stir a bit.
"Pl-please don't hurt me no more," Adam barely got out, drifting in and out of consciousness.
"Oh this won't take long," Max whispered in Adam's ear.
He quickly found the lever next to the hoist that controlled it going up or down. He pulled it forward and the hoist noisily started to rise, lifting the car and pulling at Adam's sack.
Adam groaned, but was still too out of it to respond. As the hoist rose, Adam's sack was pulled one.. two... three inches from his body. Then it suddenly stopped stretching, even as the hoist kept rising. The noose tightened around the balls, which were being pulled painfully against the top of the stretched sack and were quickly swelling and turning purple as they were starved of oxygen.
Finally it happened. Max smiled to himself as he saw Adam's tight body slowly lifting from the ground. When Adam was clear of the ground by a few inches, Max stopped the hoist. He walked up to Adam and looked down at the unconscious stud.
"Mmm, wonder how long they'll hold up," Max joked to no one.
Adam's body was being suspended entirely by his nuts and it was obvious the strain was getting to be too much for the poor organs. After a few minutes, as Max watched silently, the bulging sack turned completely bluish purple. Adam's balls were dying. Adam slowly began to come around and, as if overcome with a shot of adrenaline, starting begging and pleading in earnest.
"OH GOD! Let me go! Let me down!" Adam screamed at the top of his lungs, his arms and legs flailing. "They're ripping!"
Max watched as Adam's body slowly started to lower, the sack stretching further... and further....
"PLEASE!" Adam screamed a final time before his cries became an unintelligible drone.
Max ignored him and raised the hoist a few more inches. Adam's body lowered further as his sack was viciously stretched. Max walked up the writhing blonde and put a hand on the bulging nuts. They were still warm but didn't feel quite as hot as they should have been. They were also now totally blackish blue.
"Yup, these things are toast, Adam. Hope you're a bottom," Max joked cruelly.
Adam's screaming was at a fever pitch as his sack stretched further... and further... and ...
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP.... THUD!
There was a loud, disgusting ripping followed by a thud as Adam's body fell to the floor. The severed balls still suspended from the hoist. Adam's hand immediately reached for his crotch as he sobbed and begged for Max for help. Max stepped over Adam's gorgeous body and casually retrieved the hanging ball sack. He rolled the organs still in their sack in his hands for several moments, savoring how they felt totally detached from their owner. He squeezed his hand tightly, feeling the dead baby makers compress under the strain. He kept squeezing and squeezing, determined to crush at least one of them right there in the garage. His efforts didn't take long. The membranes of Adam's abused right nut collapsed and Max explosively came in his jeans without touching himself when he felt his fist totally close over what had once been a firm, virile nut.
Max nearly doubled over as gush after gush of seed splattered the inside of his pants. Then, matter of factly he turned to leave the garage, stopping at the desk. He looked at the picture of a smiling Adam and his equally cute husband and thought to himself how they had probably had sex the same day that picture was taken, Adam's balls slamming into his husband's ass as the brunette was bred. The same balls that were now in Max's hands, half crushed. He grinned as he reaching for the cordless phone, throwing it at Adam. It hit him in the side of the face and as Max left, he turned to see Adam frantically dialing for help.
--
"Local. Trusted. Live. This is News Eight at Eleven," came a dramatic voice over rousing fanfare.
"Good evening, I'm Dianne Simmons. We start tonight with breaking news that City officials are launching a dedicated task force to track down the assailant in a string of gruesome attacks on young men, most recently two victims found just miles apart," an attractive woman began the news cast.
"That's right, Dianne. This man is wanted in connection to what police are calling a string of sexual assaults. Although all of the victims have been gay men, police are stopping short of calling this a hate crime..."
A police sketch flashed across the screen.
Max turned off the television, casually sipping a martini. He was sitting on an overstuffed leather couch, a fire roaring in the large fireplace of his luxurious uptown apartment. In front of him on the cocktail table his untouched Surface displayed spreadsheets and charts, work he'd bought home from his accounting firm. As he picked up his tablet and began to scroll through the figures on the screen, but his mind was distracted.
The police sketches were beginning to look a little too much like him. Perhaps he was getting too brazen as his 'trophy' collection had grown. He closed out of the spreadsheet app and opened his email; it was filled with casual correspondences and invitations to cocktail parties. He responded, genuinely laughing and smiling at the routine personal emails.
None of his recipients suspected for a moment that the emails they would be reading in response were being typed by the same hands that had crushed, sliced and ripped off so many pairs of nuts.
After a while, he sat down the tablet and finished his drink. His obligations as the fun loving, goofy sidekick 'Max' were finished for the night. He began plotting his next hunting excursion with the calculated casualness he had just addressed his emails.
The End - Max The Ripper
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