POPS: Mama's Boy

Victor Davis was on all fours, facing upward with his arms angled awkwardly underneath his chiseled nineteen-year-old body. He would have just fallen onto his back had it not been for the metal cable wrapped around the base of his nuts and cock suspended from the ceiling. The cable was taught, with virtually no slack and even the slightest deviation from his position would have caused it to pull at his gonads.

He had been holding the position for several hours and even his powerful young body couldn't take it anymore.  His arms and legs were cramping and his well-defined abs were aching from the constant tension of keeping his back perfectly flat.  

"Mama..." he groaned with a weak smile.

Mrs. Davis was standing over him grinning, casually sipping tea, and quite proud of her devious handiwork.  Victor's brother Paul had given her a similar gift last Mothers' Day and now it was Victor's turn.  

Victor felt his strong arms start to give way and his back fell slightly, just enough for the cable to tighten, squeezing the loop around his package and making the teenager wail as he struggled to maintain the position.  Even though he was able to right himself, the loop didn't loosen which made even more pressure on his balls. 

The handsome teenager whimpered as he looked over his washboard abs to see that his large, sperm-filled nuts were turning a nasty shade of purplish red. 

"Yes, mama!"  he screamed as he felt his legs start to buckle from fatigue.

Mrs. Davis smirked wickedly.

"Victor, baby. You're such a sweet boy for finally giving me my gift,"

Victor screamed as his posture sank slightly, causing the noose to tighten around his sack causing his entire package to bulge.  His nuts and cock were starting to get numb and he was struggling to hold the position. 

"You're doing better than your brother," she laughed.

The athletic hunk let out a castrato shriek as his arms and legs gave out from under him.  The loop around his young package closed entirely, severing them cleanly as he landed on his back.  Mrs. Davis placed the heel of her thigh-high leather boot onto her son's severed dead organs and pressed down.

SQUISH