POPS! - Anything for Master

Chase was wearing nothing more than a white apron as he made the finishing touches setting the table.  Master had been out of town for nearly a week and Chase knew he would want a nice meal when he got home.  

"Master is going to be so please," he thought.

The beefy manservant greeted Master at the door holding a glass of Brandy, which was promptly knocked out of his hand.  Chase knelt to pick up the shattered pieces but was grabbed by his short brown hair by Master and pulled to his feet.

Chase, his chiseled face in a stoic expression, went to speak but was silenced by a throat chop from Master's meaty arm.  Chase obediently nodded, holding back his instinct to cough.  Master looked agitated and angry, Chase thought.  Something must have gone poorly on his business trip.

"Strip and get to the basement! Get to the basement" Master barked.

Chase quickly undid his apron, revealing his strapping body, and made his way to the basement stairs.  He had never heard such malice in Master's voice and Master's hulking frame seemed to be seething with rage.

"In the chair!" Master ordered pointing to the chair in the center of the stony basement.

Chase sat on the punishment chair.  It was just a regular plastic chair with four legs, bolted to the floor, and a hole cut in the bottom.  Chase knew exactly what the hole was for and made sure his large pendulous nut sack was dangling beneath the seat.

Master didn't even take off his suit as he rustled around the basement frantically fetching supplies.  Master must be so upset, Chase thought.

"Master, I've made you your favorite for dinner,"  Chase said in a soft voice.

Master grunted and shoved a ball gag violently into Chase's mouth.  He then proceeded to tie Chase's arms behind his back, followed by chaining his spread legs to the legs of the chair.  Chase was totally vulnerable to whatever stress-relieving activity Master had planned.  Master rubbed his throbbing cock through his slacks as he drank in the sight of his slave, then went to fetch the final piece for his plan.

He returned holding the mace, a heavy metal ball attached to a chain with dozens of dulled spikes protruding from it.  Chase's eyes grew wide at the site of it.  Master had purchased the mace years ago but it had only hung from the wall collecting dust until now.

Without warning, Master swung the mace sending it crashing up from under the seat. Chase's nuts were nearly flattened outright and the beefy stud screamed into this gag.  Every muscle on Chase's body strained as the mace swung up again and again, each time flattening his huge nuts into the seat bottom.  The mace's spikes were dulled, but they were still pointed enough to be felt.  Chase could feel each one digging into his fleshy balls.

Chase was crying as Master prepared for another blow.  Master was thoroughly enjoying his stress relief, his eyes darting between Chase's bouncing balls, his handsome pain-contorted face and his heaving muscular chest.  Master continued raining blows, each more punishing than the last, and Chase's nut sack started to bleed and turn purple. Meanwhile, Chase's cock was rock hard, all seven inches pointed straight up; he was so pleased to be offering himself up to Master, though he had never seen him so...

"Mmmmph!"  

Chase screamed into his gag, for the first time experiencing true fear as Master sent the mace crashing down onto his cock.  Chase's cock bent dangerously and was starting to resume its upright position when the mace was sent crashing down again.  There was an audible crack, like gristle being torn, and Chase thought he was going to black out from pain. His beautiful cock had a nasty bend in it that was starting to turn black.  Another blow crushed Chase's cock like an accordion.

Master smiled as he sent the mace upward into Chase's ball sack.  Chase's swinging nuts bounced and jiggled under the assault.   It was obvious from the lumpy appearance that Master was about to break his favorite toys, but he didn't care.  Chase knew that one day Master would take him over the edge and tears of joy streamed down his face despite his screams as his left testicle finally ruptured.

"Burst! Burst, mother fucker!" Master roared.

The mace was a blur, crashing upward so hard and fast that Chase couldn't even comprehend it.  Master had never, ever been this upset. Chase cried for his Master, angry at whatever had gotten Master in such state and happy that he was there to help.  

His right nut burst in his sack.  

Chase's eyes rolled into his head as the mace was now just mercilessly pulping goo.  If Master didn't stop soon...

BLOOSH!

Master creamed into his slacks as Chase's bloated, swollen scrotum exploded like a fleshy balloon.  Chase smiled at his Master as he faded into blackness.

Master