Part I - No Good...
The words were bold against a rainbow psychedelic background complete with random smiley-face emojis around the border. It was a bit cheesy but after the long week he had gone through, it was just the spark of motivation it took for him to stretch, shift into a positive mindset and literally hop out of bed to start his day. This is going to be a great day! He thought to himself.
After taking an indulgently long hot shower, Vlad took a moment to check himself out in the mirror. He was a handsome lad whose 180 centimeters, 70-kilogram frame was svelte yet toned and his smartly cropped dark hair - still wet from the shower - framed his clean-cut face. He smiled at himself to pump himself into an even better mood and pretended to flex and pose. The hot shower made his moderately large, hairless sack hang quite low below his semihard dick. He had started to play with himself in the shower and at one point his 21centimeter cock was at full attention, just a few shampoo-lubed strokes away from painting his shower wall but he held back. He wanted to save up for after his trip to the bar later that night. This is going to be a really, really great day he thought to himself with a smirk as he headed to get dressed.
Soon Vlad was casually dressed, freeballing in a pair of mesh running shorts and t-shirt as he sat on his balcony, enjoying a cup of coffee and scrolling through his social media feeds as the city came to life below. During his scrolling, he came across an advertisement video for an event hosted at a bar a few subway stops from his loft. He opened it and felt his shorts tighten as two scantily clad, ridiculously handsome young dancers gyrated to pounding house music and strobing lights as the bar's logo pulsed on the screen. An announcer with a deep voice gave the details:
"Hey guys, are you ready to unload all of the built-up... traffic in your pants? Then come to Green Yellow Red party tonight at Babylon!"
Vlad was thoroughly enjoying the slideshow of hot men that was playing through the announcement.
"Wear red if you're taken and just lookin' to dance. Wear yellow if you're curious and on the prowl. And wear green if your engine is roaring and you're ready to blow! Drink specials all night and the hottest DJ in the city. Don't get stuck in traffic, come in and get off at the Green Yellow Red Party, only at Babylon!"
The video ended with a jock wearing all green licking his lips as he unzipped his well-stuffed trousers, cutting out just before his huge package would have come tumbling out.
Vlad, now in a very good mood, went to take a sip of coffee when suddenly the morning quiet was broken by the stentorian crashing of metal and glass.
"Holy..." Vlad exclaimed as he dropped his phone and the coffee in surprise.
"Fuuuuuuck!"
The mesh of his shorts did nothing to stop the scalding liquid from soaking his nuts and cock and Vlad howled as his hands nursed his boiled plums. Steam was literally rising from his lap as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly to block out the pain that seemed to sear on forever. After nearly a minute he was collected enough to stand and look over the balcony to see that a minor car accident had occurred on the street. The two drivers were standing outside of their cars talking calmly and seemed to be physically okay.
"That's nice," he said, wincing as his scalded nuts continued to steam, and made his way back inside.
He dried himself off and put on a pair of slacks sans underwear and went to the kitchen to prepare another cup of coffee, determined not to let one mishap ruin his day. As the coffee brewed he pulled open a drawer to fetch some creamer packets when he suddenly remembered he had left his phone on the deck. I hope it didn't break, he thought, as we went to retrieve it. The screen was a little wet from coffee but otherwise, the little black mirror looked fine. He wiped it off and was scrolling through his news feed, navigating his apartment from memory, as he made his way back to the kitchen. He was clicking the 'like' icon next to a friend's goofy meme post when he felt a sharp, jarring pain radiating from his right nut.
"Oooh!"
Vlad dropped the phone again as his hands raced for his balls. At first, he was alarmed and confused as to what happened but it quickly became apparent. He had walked into the still-open kitchen drawer and his crotch had met with sharp, though not devastating, force into the drawer's angular, modern face. The sharp corner catching his plump right nut like a dagger, feeling like it was going to literally puncture it. This time it took Vlad more than just a minute to recover, more from the shock than anything else and after he regained his composure he picked up his coffee and made his way back to the balcony.
The rest of the morning continued without incident and soon Vlad was off to start his daily errands. First was a visit to the gym which was sparsely populated, unusual for a weekend morning. How serendipitous, he thought as he was able to get in a vigorous upper body workout without constantly waiting for machines or stations to open up. By the time he finished the last set he was feeling accomplished and amazing.
He considered showering off and continuing his day, but decided he wanted to ride his post-exercise high with a quick session of racketball drills. He retrieved a racket and balls from the desk, headed to the court, and proceeded to get into the game hard. The ball was flying back and forth between the wall and his racket as his pumped-up arms whacked with intense ferocity and he leaped around the court to keep up with the increasingly frenetic action. His heart was racing and he was in a brilliant groove every muscle in his body perfectly choreographed... until it wasn't.
WHACK!
"Oooooh!"
Vlad dropped his racket, clutched his crotch, and slowly sank to the ground. The blur of the racketball bounced off the wall and slapped into his tender nuggets at full speed causing them to compress violently into his body. Vlad never thought to wear an athletic cup so all of the ball's force was absorbed by his own balls which deformed and flattened in a desperate attempt to dissipate the force.
"Aaaaaah"
He lay rocking in a fetal position for several minutes, only making occasional whimpering sounds as he closed his eyes and attempted to will away the pain. His nuts felt like they had been trampled and even when he was finally able to stand up the pit of his belly felt numb from the pain. Undeterred, he picked up the racketball and racket, bounced on his heels to make himself limber, and continued his game. He was in the zone. His mind was flooded with endorphins that helped to dull the ache coming from his sack and elevated his mood like a drug. There was no way he was going to let a freak accident...
CRUNCH
The ball slammed dead into Vlad's balls at full speed this time catching his left nut dead on. Had he watched it with x-ray vision, he would have seen his nut compressed instantly to less than half its girth, bulging under the pressure, as it compressed into his pelvis. His eyes crossed and though his mouth was in an 'O' shape, no sound came out. When he went to clutch his battered nuts he only succeeded in slamming his own racket into his junk.
"Owwwwww" he groaned in a pathetic whimper as he collapsed with almost comical slowness to the ground.
After he recovered he decided against another round as he went to the desk to hand the equipment back in. The bloke on the other side couldn't help but chuckle as Vlad limped into the locker room whilst occasionally clutching his crotch. As he got dressed, gingerly avoiding his swinging, reddened balls, he thought about how he had comfortably added 10 kilograms to his usual bench press weight and smiled at the achievement. This really was turning out to be a good day, he thought.
Next on the agenda was an uneventful trip to the grocery and a stroll through the park on his way home. He was carrying his gym bag over his shoulder and a single grocery bag in his hand admiring the fantastic weather and people watching as he made his way with deliberate speed through the park. He wasn't in a hurry since he had nowhere to be and just being around all of the people and the trees that mostly blocked out the apartment blocks overhead was doing wonders for his mood. As he lazily strolled he looked up at the trees and his mind was thousands of kilometers away...
"Alexei! Alexie come back here!" a woman shouted, her voice filled with annoyance and the tinge of motherly righteousness.
Vlad looked forward just in time to see a blur of commotion coming toward him. It was small and moving so fast that it took the daydreaming Vlad a moment to realize it was a child running directly toward him at speed while looking in a completely different direction. The giggling child, still not looking forward, collided with Vlad, sending his little body tumbling backward but not before his rock-hard skull had slammed with running force directly into Vlad's crotch.
The weight difference between Vlad and the boy was enough that Vlad wasn't knocked over but the impact on his testicles had been absolutely devastating. His entire package had been squashed nearly flat in a fraction of a second. All of Alexei's kinetic energy instantly transferred into the energy needed to crush and nearly destroy Vlad's boys. As the boy's mother came running toward them, Vlad actually had to place a hand over his mouth genuinely afraid he was going to throw up from the nauseating pain and his eyes were glossed. His mind had attempted to scream but he was so stunned that all he was able to manage was a low, deep exhale that did not thoroughly convey the agony he was experiencing. For a second even his vision blacked out.
He dropped his grocery bag and clutched his crotch with his free hand conscious that he was still in public so not wanting to outright massage them right in the middle of the park. By the time the mother had gotten to the scene, a still devastated Vlad was able to compose himself enough to unclutch his nuts, swallowing hard as he fought the compulsion to wrap his hands across his stomach and double over. The pain in the pit of his stomach was a rolling, thunderous ache that didn't seem to be abating.
He swallowed and tried to make eye contact with the woman but couldn't focus.
"Is he okay?" he asked in a hoarse voice as another wave of nausea swept over him.
To Vlad's relief, little Alexei was already back on his feet giggling looking no worse for wear and started to take off through the park.
"I'm so sorry, are you alright?" the mother asked in a concerned but distracted voice, trying to check on the innocent bystander whilst keeping an eye on her son who was now back to full speed and following a chaotic path.
"I'm fine," he lied.
"I'm sorry," she barely got out before she too was at a sprint.
It took Vlad nearly fifteen minutes to be composed enough to gather up his spilled groceries. Miraculously, the eggs in his shopping bag hadn't broken and that stroke of luck was enough for him to completely dismiss the inclination to curse the woman and her hellion child. At least he's not sitting in front of a video game, Vlad though, whistling as he limped back to his apartment.
The rest of the trip back happened without incident and in no time he had put away his groceries. He turned on the stove to make water for tea and was in the middle of restocking his kitchen drawer with coffee creamer when a sudden sharp pain shot from his crotch.
"Fuck!" he screamed, alarmed that his nuts were still throbbing so badly.
He made his way to the bathroom and turned on every light before slowly stepping out of his pants. To his horror, his sack was beet red and his right nut was clearly swollen. His cock had shrunk into a scared nub but it too was bruised after the incident in the park. He gingerly inspected them by grabbing each one and gently squeezing the sensation was intense but bearable and though he was concerned by the swelling of his right nut. he was satisfied that nothing was seriously wrong. To be sure, he took the swollen man pod gently between his thumb and forefinger, pressing it gently and rolling to feel for anything amiss. He was nearly done when a piercing, screaming shrieking sound filled the apartment, a wail so high pitched that it seemed to be coming from everywhere.
SQUISH
"Ooooh!"
Vlad had been so startled that his fists closed instinctively and his thumb and finger tried their hardest to touch each other despite the testicle flesh between. His own hand was crushing his already battered nut like a pincer and it had he had squeezed so hard, and it had gotten so incredibly flat that for a terrifying moment he panicked that he had ruptured it. With his eyes still crossed, Vlad ran out of the bathroom and immediately realized it was his smoke alarm!
He was so startled that the adrenaline overpowered the radiating pain from his semi fractured nut. He could see greyish smoke coming from the kitchen and he bolted to investigate.
CRUNCH! SNAP
"Fuck!"
In his panic, he had run into the still open coffee creamer drawer with such force that he heard the wooden sides of the drawer box snap, and the wooden facade fell off. The corner of the drawer caught his assaulted right nut with nearly puncturing force and a hideous welt erupted on the surface. If his nut hadn't already been close to breaking, it was now and it was radiating pain pulses in a desperate cry for attention. Clutching his groin, Vlad realized he had turned on the wrong burner and a kitchen rag atop the stove had caught alight. He had to concentrate to focus on the task of fetching a large metal bowl and placing it over the flame to smother it instead of dropping to his knees and nursing his balls. The small flames were quickly extinguished and - with the smoke alarm still blaring - Vlad screamed and dropped to the ground, rocking and crying as he tried to nurse the flaming pain in his crotch. It seemed like a long time passed before he was finally able to get up and make his way to the alarm to silence it. His face was streaked with tears and even though another inspection revealed no apparent damage, his right nut, in particular, was aching like it was the end of the line for his family tree.
At least I didn't burn the place down, he thought, trying to put a positive spin on the wild events that had just happened. Suddenly he remembered the Green Yellow Red party at Babylon nightclub and his mood was instantly lifted. This is going to be a very good night, he thought.
Part II - ...Very Bad
With the same pep as he had greeted the day, Vlad hopped out of bed to greet the night. After showering. manscaping and applying a generous amount of his favorite cologne, it was off to his bedroom to pick out an appropriate outfit.
"Perfect!" he thought aloud as he pulled a pair of tight black jeans and a teal green button-up shirt from his closet.
He slipped into the outfit and was pleased to see that he looked as good in reality as he envisioned in his mind. The tight jeans hugged his toned legs and perfectly cradled his bubble butt while in the front his modest package was highlighted by his form-flattering briefs. The briefs had an extra elastic band meant to lift his boys and make his package stand out and they were doing an amazing job at the task.
His short sleeve shirt was slightly too small in the arms which made his biceps stand out and it followed his shape like a glove. The shirt ended just at his beltline, drawing the eye to his crotch. Perfect, he thought. A dap of hair gel to slick back his dark hair completed the look. The outfit was simple but highlighted every attractive aspect from his basket to his slim torso.
An hour later Vlad was stepping off the subway and was in the heart of the city's bohemian district and within site of Babylon. Searchlights outside the door lit up the night and the pulsing music could be heard even from a block away and the queue looked like it would take forever to get in. Undeterred, he took his spot at the end of the line and swayed to the rhythm as he eyed all of the attractive men around him. To no surprise, nearly everyone was wearing green for 'ready to fuck' and there was hardly any of the more conservative yellow or red. He had only been in line for mere minutes when a sharply dressed man followed closely by a no-nonsense looking bouncer approached walking by everyone in line as the well-dressed man eyed them, occasionally motioning to the bouncer.
"Him... those two for sure... definitely this ginger hottie..."
Vlad could hear the man telling the bouncer as he approached.
The man was now standing next to Vlad, eyed him up and down sternly, then nodded and smiled.
"Him for sure..." he barely got out before continuing down the line.
"Go on in," the bouncer said in low voice handing Vlad a green ticket and nodding toward the door.
To his amazement, Vlad and the other men with tickets skipped the entire queue and were able to walk right into the club like VIPS. All of the men walking in with him were absolutely gorgeous, taut bodies, to-die-for faces and noticeable bulges, and here was Vlad walking in with them like he owned the place. This was turning out to be a good night indeed, he thought...
Vlad quickly lost himself in the thumping house music, downing cocktails and letting loose on the dance floor. By his third drink, all of his inhibitions were gone and a now shirtless Vlad was thrusting on the dance floor with the best of them. He stuck his green shirt into his waistband so it could flap like a flag to declare 'let's fuck!' as he danced. By chance he made eyes with the hot ginger twink who had been ushered in with him in line and soon they were dancing against each other with locked eyes and sexual tension thick enough to slice. His name was Wojciech and if he had told Vlad any other details they were lost as Vlad eye-fucked his hot dance partner, especially fixated on his clearly rock-hard, massive cock bulging in his jeans.
"What'da say we get out of here?" Wojciech said nibbling Vlad's ear as he stuffed his hands into Vlad's pants and playfully squeezed his balls.
Vlad winced - his balls were still sore from the earlier assaults - but quickly regained himself to nod yes.
Vlad and Wojciech walked holding hands for several blocks, until they out of the noisy district, beyond the shops and flats of the central city, through a park, and finally near the docks. Wojciech seemed sweet and even laughed at Vlad's awkward attempts at sexy small talk, but it wasn't until Vlad realized they were in an industrial area full of darkened storehouses and closed factories that Vlad started to get nervous. He hadn't noticed at first over Wojciech's chatter but the normal sounds of the city were gone. There was no constant hum of traffic or crowds of people. They were standing behind an abandoned storehouse with only a single flickering street lamp above them.
"I used to live around here, so I guess it's a habit I still bring guys to my makeout spot," Wojciech laughed.
Wojciech and Vlad made out like horny teenagers, aggressively ripping off each other's shirts. Wojciech's hand made its way to Vlad's jean-clad ass and started rubbing around his ass hole which only seemed to make Wojciech make out even more intensely. Vlad was turned on by the taboo nature of their public rendezvous and was stroking Wojciech's dripping 30-centimeter cock - which was now poking out of this unzipped fly - as they made out.
Vlad gently pushed him back and muttered "I'm... I'm a virgin,"
"That's so hot. That'll make this even better,"
Wojciech was smiling, only this time Vlad was sure he detected something off with him though he dismissed the thought immediately. Just because someone grew up near the docks...
Before Vlad could finish the thought - or continue making out with the hot redhead - the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard. They were so distinct because they were the only sounds other than crickets that Vlad could here and they were definitely moving with speed.
Vlad looked like a deer in the headlights. Wojciech seemed strangely calm and again was sporting that slightly-off grin. Something was definitely wrong here, Vlad thought and was about to say something when he was suddenly stunned by the red head's knee slamming into his package. He had hardly registered the sensation before it came again. And again. And again. his already abused nuts were being pile-driven into his pelvis and his fully inflated cock was being smashed as well.
He let out a hoarse scream and fell to his knees clutching his crotch and struggling to make out the shape of three other men emerging from around the corner. They were all young-looking, dressed in black from head to toe with black knit caps but Vlad wasn't really able to make out too much else about them. Pain exploded from his loins with such ferocity that he could hear - but not entirely make out - what they Wojciech and the three men were saying to each other but it was evident from their tone that the four were familiar.
"Wojciech..." Vlad tried to start but was quickly silenced by a kick to the head the laid him on his back.
The four men laughed as Vlad struggled to crawl away.
"Perfect angle," Wojciech shouted.
CRUNCH
"Ooooh!"
A very heavy boot had sailed between Vlad's legs so hard that his crawling backend was lifted off the ground, his heavy nuts and still hard cock compressed dangerously in the process. To Vlad's horror, they all laughed.
"...and he's a virgin!" Wojciech laughed.
"That's fucking perfect, excellent work, man," a boisterous blonde said applaudingly.
The four continued to prattle on but Vlad ignored them, trying to regain himself enough to try to stand and run.
"Nope, not today Vlad my boy,"
Wojciech grabbed Vlad, yanked him to his feet and threw him against the wall.
"Please, take my wallet..."
A terrified Vlad handed Wojciech his wallet and phone and tried to make eye contact in an attempt to plead though it seemed like the friendly, slightly geeky Wojciech was no longer looking back at him. Vlad couldn't recognize the vile, handsome monster who was glaring back at him with.
One of the gang grabbed Vlad's belongings and laughed before tossing them into the night. This isn't a robbery, Vlad realized in horror...
"Wojciech... Oooh!"
The group erupted into laughter as Wojciech rammed his kneed in Vlad's crotch so hard that the wooden wall behind him vibrated. Vlad's testicles were being annihilated, trapped by his tight jeans, and he crumpled to the ground. Vlad thought about running, but he could barely stand up. He covered his crotch and cried, begging them to leave him alone with that only seemed to make them laugh harder.
"My turn," came a dark-haired lad.
He grabbed Vlad by the hair and dragged him upright while the blonde stood behind him holding his arms in place. There was a wave of adrenaline and Vlad struggled as best he could but the thug holding him was obviously experienced in this hold. Vlad's eyes grew wide as the other three, including Wojciech, stood in front of him in a semi-circle and glared at him.
CRUNCH
WHOOMP
CRUNCH
CR-UUU-NCH
Vlad thought he was going to pass out as the three slammed the souls of their heavy shoes into this crotch over in over in an endless barrage of stomping kicks. The force was so powerful that the guy holding him was nearly kicked backward as Vlad's body - and by extension crotch - was violently smashed. His balls and cock were being assaulted violently no matter how hard Vlad screamed and struggled it continued.
WOOOMP
CRUNCH
Vlad was crying and gasping through sobs before the three finally stopped assaulting his nuts. Wojciech walked up to the dazed Vlad and rammed his hand into his jeans like at the club. Only this time the squeeze was hardly playful.
"Oooooooooooooh!"
Vlad screamed at the top of his lungs as Wojciech's strong hands wrapped around his right nut one of his minions reached in and took the left. Both hands were laying waste to Vlad and they chuckled throughout. Vlad was hoarse and his struggles had reduced to a lame whimper by the time Wojciech and the other gang member stopped. His balls were absolutely squishy, swollen to nearly three times their normal size and bright red.
"Lose the pants!"
Vlad's jeans were ripped to his ankles revealing his overstuffed briefs. His already large nuts were enormous swollen and were stretching the fabric to its limits standing out like two plump targets.
One of the thugs picked up a randomly discarded metal pipe from the ground and sent it crashing into them like a baseball bat.
CRUNCH
"Batter up!"
Vlad screamed and struggled but the blows kept coming. His entire package was being laid to waste. His trapped nuts were being flattened and beaten around and his thick flaccid cock was being beaten to death. The guy tossed the pipe-bat to Wojciech who gladly resumed the exercise.
CRUNCH
SPLOTCH
Wojciech landed a dozen powerful blows in the swollen lump in Vlad's shorts but nothing could have prepared Vlad for what happened after Wojciech handed the bad to the last guy.
C-R-UUU-NCH!
The pipe slammed into Vlad's crotch so hard that the first pain he registered wasn't from his balls, it from his pelvic bone. Vlad was stunned into near unconsciousness and didn't even scream during the next round of blows. The three took turns passing the bat until it was apparent that Vlad's plums were in trouble. They were absolutely mushy and the burst welts and abrasions on his sack and cock were starting to stain his underwear slightly red.
He was hardly conscious for the final round of assaults though the man holding him wasn't loosening his grip at all. Wojciech ordered the person holding Vlad to let him go and Vlad's body fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. They all laughed as Wojciech knelt down and tore the nearly blacked out Vlad's underwear off his body, allowing his assaulted, swollen nuts to flop onto the ground between his sprawled legs.
Vlad's eyes rolled and he tried to beg but no sound came out...
SPLOTCH
STOMP
The four of them took turns stomping Vlad's nuts like they were trying to extinguish a bug, occasionally ending a stomp with a wicked grinding motion like they were putting out a cigarette. It did not take long for them to extinguish half o Vlad's sex life. His battered right nut that had already survived so much today was the first to finally give out under Wojieche's shoe. He laughed as he felt Vlad's hideously engorged ball collapse like a testicle souffle.
The stomping continued whilst one of the blondes left the group and returned moments later with a heavy concrete building block which he hovered over Vlad's crotch.
"Fucking brutal!"
"Do it, dude!"
The brick landed with a thud and wet, explosive popping onto Vlad's half-ruined crotch.
BLOOOOSH
Both balls were instantly turned into mush in the bag, which survived as a testicle soup for only a moment until the entire scrotum was compressed nearly totally flat by the brick. That, unfortunately, was too flat for Vlad's liquified nuts. Vlad instantly blacked out as his entire scrotum erupted into a spray of shredded gore.
The four stood over him laughing as Wojeich pulled out a knife from his pocket and opened the blade. As he knelt down, he roughly grabbed Vlad's shriveled dick and pulled it away from his body. Vlad gave a groan, still too blacked out to register what was happening, and Wojcheich admired the swollen, bloody, bruised cock that he had spent the night groping at the club. He smiled as he sent the blade sailing through the air with one fell swoop.
"Aaaaaah!"
The sharp slicing of having his cock cut off was enough to jolt Vlad back to reality. As he screamed his hands raced for this crotch and his shrieks grew louder as he felt the gaping hole where his cock had been attached and a heavy brick in place of his nuts. Vlad continued to wail and scream as the four lifted him up and roughly threw him into the back of a car. Vlad blacked out.
The next thing Vlad could remember he was rolling along the pavement and bright lights were overhead. He could hear screeching tires driving away.
"Oh my God," came a voice.
A handsome male nurse who had been standing outside of the porte cochere ran toward the naked young man who had just been shoved out of a moving car at the hospital entrance. There was a lot of blood but the nurse couldn't immediately identify the source...
"Fuck!"
The nurse turned away from this impromptu patient just in time to avoid spraying him with his lunch. Vlad's severed cock was sticking out of his mouth. As a well-executed swarm of medical staff rushed Vlad into the hospital the brutalized young man, oddly, was smiling. The staff no doubt assumed it was from delirium...
That was the best day ever, Vlad thought as he passed out.
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Hot post as usual Buster! Absolutely loved part one for all its little accidents ;) can't wait for next week
ReplyDeleteHot one for sure.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks to Vlad as well.