Tyler Makes a Porno

Tyler Gripentrog was still wearing his sleeveless gym shirt and black shorts he'd been working out in at the gym earlier and he wanted to get in a few more power reps at his impromptu home gym before calling it a night.  Today's workout had been especially intense and he wanted to capitalize his especially pumped, taught muscles by filming a short clip for his esoteric and decidedly NSFW vlog.  The particular setup he had in mind would appeal to the small, but generous, subset of his fans who enjoyed watching the handsome young jock subjected to various predicaments like lifting weights wearing a chastity cage that he had to have custom modified to contain his thick flaccid dick and plump, kiwi sized balls while being forced to listen to lusty bitches being fucked through his headphones.  

The previous week he had bound his shorts-clad balls with rope, tied an extremely heavy weight to the other end then held it along while flexing his toned arms and looking pleadingly into the camera asking "Should I drop it? You know what would happen if I drop it?".  Toward the end of the video he pretended to accidentally drop the weight and edited a cut to black followed by the sound of him screaming and a cartoonish ripping sound effect; the visual of Tyler's huge baby makers makers in mortal peril must've struck a chord  as he was rewarded with the largest haul of tips he had made and that was while being essentially fully clothed.

For this video he decided to strip out of his sweaty gym shirt to show off his corrugated abs but keep on the shorts. They were still slightly damp with sweat so clung to his large nuts and he couldn't help but admire himself in the reflection of the window over his weight bench.  It was dark out so the window acted as a an impromptu, black mirror for Tyler to admire his own masculinity as he flexed his biceps and made his pecs dance to a jaunty rhythm that was playing in his head.  Workouts always made Tyler horny and today was no exception and he felt his heavy cock stirring in his shorts and briefly thought about just filming yet another wank and spurt vanilla clip but quickly decided that the tips he would rake in for what he was planning on would be far more lucrative.

He took a pause from his ego stroking to go rifle around his bedroom closet for something, smiling in delight as he found an old firework from independence day that had an unusually long, thick almost yarn like fuse. It was small almost perfectly round yellow orb the size of a small egg with a wicked looking smiley face painted on it. He held it up to the twin mounds in his shorts and smiled at the visual.  His audience would go wild for this.

Soon everything in his impromptu bedroom studio was setup.  He had to move the weigh bench to be almost flush to the wall under the window to accommodate the oblique angle he was going for from the tripod-mounted camera that captured the entire length of the bench.  Tyler put two large but relatively light weights on either end of the bench press bar he had setup and was pleased by the overall setup.  To be sure the view was just right, he flipped the viewfinder screen so that he would be able to see if whilst laying on the bench.  

He proceeded to stuff the bomb into his shorts with the fuse sticking out from the waistband and positioned it so that it appeared to be a small third testicle nestled between the other two then lay on the bench with his bottom half closest to the camera and grasped the weight bar as if he was preparing to do a set of bench presses. 

As was customary the camera was already recording and he was planning on editing in a slick intro for the resulting clip, perhaps something like "Jock Bets His Balls", he chuckled at his own cleverness.

"He guys an gals, its the Gripe Man coming at your again and this time I've seen to have gotten myself into quite a pickle..."  

He feigned fear as he stared down at his crotch, his eyes fixated on his mounding crotch and obviously unnatural third lump.

"See that lump in my shorts? It's a bomb, a big one, and Master says if I don't finish this set in time he's gonna' light the fuse.  No fucking way!"

He then proceeded to lift the bar from its safety rests and pretend to struggle to lift the bar.

"One..."

He groaned out, being sure to lift his head slightly to make his pecs stand out.

"Two..."

His arms started to shake and his face took on a convincing look of panic, eyes still fixated on his junk.

"Thre..ee.... oh fuck!"

He then pretended he was being over come by the weight pressing down on him and his muscular frame wiggled as he struggled to control the weight.  The look of absolute panic on his face was beyond convincing, so much so that anyone watching would have been surprised to see his handsome face break into a smile as he effortlessly returned the bar to the safety supports and sat upright on the bench.

In his mind we was envisioning a cut to black at the moment when he looked the most fearful and put up a title card explaining that the never seen 'Master' character -- really his own twisted imagination -- had overloaded the weight stack and was standing by to light the fuse and paint the walls with Tyler's unborn kids. And that's when the money shot, so to speak, would begin.

Tyler spent several minutes imagining how to setup the second part of the scene.  He envisioned elaborate setups where the weight bar could be attached to the bar to make it look like it would detonate if the stack fell too quickly.  He thought up a Rube Goldberg idea where the up and down motion of the weights as he lifted them would somehow light a match... Whatever he came up with he quickly shot down by the simple fact that he simply wasn't that good at making things.  He already had to pay a guy he had chatted with in the comments section of his vlog to build him an automatic ball slapping machine that was really just a motor with a paddle at the end; simple for someone with even a modicum of craftsmanship, but not for this gym rat.

Finally Tyler decided on the simplest and perhaps most visually striking setup.  He would just actually light the fuse, pretend to struggle with the weight stack, scream about not wanting to have his nuts blown off and then cut to black before he casually put out the flames.  Followup with sound effects of him screaming mixed with the firework actually exploding then cut to a clip of something bloody looking and chunky hitting a wall. Cut, print, nailed it. 

Maybe he'd put the bomb under some raw hamburger in his garage and attempt to capture splattering effect that way, or maybe there were ready made CGI clips he could buy. He could deal with the editing specifics tomorrow; right now Tyler just wanted to shoot the scene then lay on his bed and finally stroke out the massive load he could feel building in his loins. He was confident he'd end up drenching his own face and chest again and the thought made his nine inch cock tent in his shorts.

He lay back on the bench and fiddled with the fuse until it was positioned just so, snacking up his chest.  However, he quickly realized a problem with this setup; the long fuse would burn his chest as it meandered toward his crotch.  Ever the performer, he fished the yellow orb out of his shorts and rested it on top of the lump in his shorts but it rolled away almost immediately.  Undeterred Tyler fetched a tube of super glue and a pair of trick handcuffs from his desk.  He then  placed a generous amount on the underside of the explosive prop then attached it to his shorts so that it was placed directly on top of balls and the smiley face would be visible to the camera when he laid down. 

Again he laid on the bench and wiggled his hips so that the double mound of his jock pods and the snake like protrusion of his semi hard cock were perfectly in frame. And on top of it all was the yellow bomb grinning wickedly toward the camera.  

"Fuck, the fuse!"

Tyler rolled his eyes as he realized his genius move of using glue didn't solve the problem of him scorching his rippled abs, assuming he could even get it to light now that it had been in contact with his increasingly sweaty body.   Disappointed that he would have to get up from his carefully choreographed position, the young hunk made his way back to his desk and, without giving it much thought, proceeded to cut the fuse to mere inches in length.  To his delight, the relative stub seemed to do a good job staying upright only curling slightly and staying safely away from his body.  

Before he positioned himself on the bench he decided to up the realism of his impromptu predicament by adding more weight to the bar. More and more plates were added until it was pushing the limits of what even the muscled performer could comfortably handle, but he checked the setup in the viewfinder and had a brilliant idea. He added a few more weights then zoomed the camera in slightly.  

"Perfect!"

The weights hanging off the ends of the bar were now extending out of the frame perfectly visualizing the dangerously overloaded visual he was going for.  His cock got hard thinking about all of the people -- men and women -- who would get off watching him scream and struggle as his massive nuts were in mortal danger while admiring his gym-sculpted body and model good looks.   Before taking his position under the weight bar and finally filming the final scene, Tyler caught his reflection in the window, flexed his arm, kissed his bicep and winked at himself.

"You're a fucking stud bro," 

He grabbed his cock through his shorts, being careful not to jostle the most important prop out of place as he lay on the bench.  His towering cock was not also messing up the frame layout he was going for, it was stretching the shorts in such a way that the bomb, though still in place, was now several inches away from his balls which were themselves lost in the tent.  He closed his eyes and tried to blank his mind only to interrupt himself several times as a wandering hand tweaked one of his nipples or he had a vivid memory of having his cock serviced by a twink with an amazing mouth in the gym showers.

Despite his own raging hormones, his cock had deflated to the point it was just a cylindrical lump next to the stars of the show -- the twin, massive orbs between his legs.  He did some last minute adjustments to really make sure the setup was perfect and that his boys - and the device threatening to destroy them - were right in the center of the frame.

Finally, to make this scene especially perilous, he secured his right hand to the weight bar, lit the fuse, then proceeded to secure his left hand to the bar as well.  It took some finesse, but Tyler's hand were nimble enough to perform the task quite expertly and he had become quite versed in self bondage after one of his subscribers, a soccer mom from Australia, had been requesting and tipping quite well for such content. 

The yard like fuse wasn't burning particularly fast but even if it were the cuffs were break-away and Tyler's biceps were more than powerful enough to excise him from the situation should the need arrise.  As the flame slowly made its way toward its final destination, Tyler feigned a look of absolute horror, even managing to quickly generate tears as his eyes fixated on now-lit bomb.

"Oh no! Oh fuck! Not my balls!"  he screamed.

"I gotta' keep doing reps until Master tells me I can stop or else I'm gonna' be a Tina soon!"

Still faking panic Tyler gripped the weight bar, lifted the weights high into the air, then to his chest, counting out the reps as the fuse wandered toward the bomb.  There were occasional wafts of smoke that he imagined enhancing during editing to really draw the viewer to the main event.  He babbled and screamed, begging for his nuts and to anyone giving the scene a cursory glance they would have been convinced Tyler had been kidnapped by some depraved maniac who actually was about to watch his ripe seed pods be splatted all over his rippled chest.  The more into the scenario he got, the more frantically he pumped the weight, hoping that he'd hit the magic number soon. 

"...Twenty...twenty.... one... "

Tyler screamed and pretended that he was struggling with the weight stack which was actually starting to cause his pecs and arms some serious discomfort. But ever the cocky jock, Tyler just grunted and thrust the bar back into the air being sure to lift in such a way to really show off his sculpted pecs and...

"Ouch! Shit!"  

He felt a sudden tightness in his chest and, not wanting to break character, screamed out.

"Master! Please! Not my balls! Please I wanna' have kids!"

His eyes were frozen in Oscar-worthy panic when he felt his chest and arms spasm.  He had been so focused on benching the weight faster and more frantically to show off his body and build up the scene, he had long ago abandoned proper form and had quite suddenly was paying the price.

Tyler had done his fair share of over-doing it at the gym so wasn't particularly alarmed. Beside, the fuse was down to just under two inches and even at its leisurely pace was getting too close for comfort.  He'd leave the castration part of this clip to special effects.  This would be the part where the clip ended he concluded so suddenly stopped his wild lifting and began to slowly lower the bar onto the safeties. 

"Fuck!" 

Tyler let out a yelp of genuine pain as his right wrist suddenly bent too far back and for a brief moment he lost his grip on the bar.

"Ooomph!"

The weight bar landed with such force, his pecs acting like rock hard pillows, that Tyler the wind was literally knocked out of him and he instantly started seeing stars.

Tyler was snapped out of his daze by a strange, acrid smell filling his nose.

He looked down and his eyes widened in legitimate horror as he noticed that the flame had gotten much larger and was now burning much faster. The material of the fuse was different at this terminal length, which perhaps explained why the the otherwise limp fuse could stand upright; probably something he should have checked first he thought. 

Despite the flame now munching away at the fuse like a fiery version of Pacman, Tyler wasn't particularly alarmed and started to lift the bar off his chest.

"Fuck!" 

Tyler bellowed and his eyes welled up with real tears as he felt something pop in his wrist.  He could hear the sizzling of the fuse but was doing a surprisingly good job keeping panic at bay as he tried to pull his arm free from the prop handcuffs so that he could at least extinguish the flame before dealing with the crushing weight.

The handcuffs rattled and clanked against the bar but refused to break free. 

Tssss...

Tyler looked down and could see that the fuse was quickly getting shorter.  He tried reaching for the flame with his fingers but the constraining  handcuffs severely limited his range of motion.

Tssss...

"Holy fuck! Holy fuck!"

The reality of the predicament was starting to dawn on Tyler and his struggle against the handcuffs became much more desperate all the while the weight was crushing into his chest and he was starting to find breathing painful.  

Tsss...

The fuse was at just over an inch, burning faster than when the video had started but still relatively slow, Tyler thought, enough time to get out of this ridiculous situation.

Tsss...

In a desperate move Tyler decided to try simply sitting up, hoping that the thrust of this toned upper body could give him the leverage he needed to get out from under the bar. 

CRACK!

Tyler's forehead slammed into the marble window sill so hard it cracked. The dazed stud fell immediately backward, his forehead bleeding and the weight bar sinking painfully into his chest.

"Help! Help!"  

Tyler was alone, his pleas being entirely automatic and quite hoarse as air was being pressed out of him. His head was splitting, his wrist felt broken and despite his wild gyrations, the glued bomb stayed firmly in place and the handcuffs refused to yield.  There were instances where Tyler's finger was just inches from the flame, but they might as well been miles away.

Tsss...

His level of panic was now so high he couldn't think straight, with truly random thoughts clouding any effort to escape.  His heart, whose chest cavity was quite literally caving in, was racing and the pain in his head become all unbearable; then his vision started to blur.

Stunned by panic and pain, Tyler could only look down at his crotch and scream, his upper body struggling to get out from under the weight and his trapped arms flailing comically in an attempt to reach the flame.

Tsss...

The fuse was practically gone at this point and Tyler became hysterical. His vision was starting to blur around the edges but one thing was in laser focus - his manhood. He could see his balls and cock bulging under the bomb that barely had any fuse left.

"Oh no! No!"

Tyler was horrified into inaction and his crotch became his entire world.

Tsss..

Tyler's big fat, perpetually horny balls and most of his thick defenseless dick were about to be blown into meaty chunks in what sure to be a gross, brutal explosion far beyond anything Tyler could have dreamed up with special effects. 

Tsss...

His mouth was opened with an 'O' shape that would have been humorous in another context 

Tsss....

Tyler's eyes opened wide and he gave out a howl of defeat, panic, horror and incredulity...

BOO--SPLOSH---OOM!

The hapless jock passed out instantly as he felt bits of something hot and gooey striking his face.

Wanna 'watch' the video? Check out Part II: Tyler.mov