What A Mess: The Ghost Network V

A maniacal showman nicknamed The Ghost devises clever ways to brutally castrate helpless studs live on the web to the delight of his globe-spanning throng of fans.  All of his past adventures can be seen here:  The Ghost Network Series

The Ghost's last show had been a particularly brutal 'head to head' competition where an American jock and an equally handsome Brazilian raced to see who could end the other's sex life first resulting in a dramatic double-rupture. Then his video feeds went mostly silent.  He would send out the occasional relatively vanilla prerecorded clip of some random hunk having his nuts bashed in with a mallet, but nothing like the over-the-top - and live -  productions that his ravenous fans had grown accustomed to.  

Some of his fans assumed the law had finally caught up to The Ghost.  Or perhaps one of the guys in his videos had broken free and given The Ghost a taste of his own medicine.  However, all doubts were instantly quelled when - three years after the Brazilian's manhood had been turned into a gooey stain - The Ghost sent out an email with a simple message:

Ladies and gentlemen, freaks and psychos please click on the attached encrypted link at 06:00 hours Pacific Time for a live performance that will have you chanting W-A-M! What A Mess! 

- Eternally Yours, The Ghost

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Aaron groaned and opened his eyes, quickly closing them after being blinded by a hideous glare.  He slowly reopened them and was stunned at his surroundings.  The last thing he could remember clearly he was heading into the gym locker room after a workout when suddenly there was a loud, strange noise and guys screaming.  When Aaron had turned to see what was happening, Aaron felt a blunt pain on the side of his head, then lights out.

He now found himself in a small sterile-looking white room with no visible windows or doors. It was blindingly bright even though he couldn't see any obvious light sources and staring back at him coldly was a large, studio-quality tripod-mounted camera.  Still feeling groggy he attempted to take a step only to realize he was naked and locked in place with his thick thighs spread slightly apart as his ankles were chained to the floor.  The bulky hunk's arms were tied behind his back and he was standing against a metal pole. A series of leather straps crisscrossed his muscular chest, joined in a knot behind his back and around the pole, effectively holding him in place.

As Aaron started to become more aware of his surroundings he noticed a white table behind the camera filled with various objects covered by a white cloth. He couldn't tell from the random assorted lumps what exactly was under the fabric, though that wasn't his highest priority. At just shy of six-feet tall and stacked with muscle, the twenty-eight-year-old was unfamiliar with the sensation washing over him; the feeling of being physically helpless.

Aaron was still struggling as he heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind. The footsteps were quite distinct and echoed throughout the room yet Aaron had not heard a door open. The jock winced in shock as a tall average built man with a strong looking upper body wearing a black dress shirt and loose-fitting khakis seemed to suddenly appear directly in front of him, faster than the speed of the footsteps would suggest.  

The man looked extremely familiar, though Aaron couldn't place him, and he gave the bound stud a wink as he slid a Guy Fawkes mask over his ruggedly handsome face.

"Hope you got a good look," the man said as a distinct aroma of strong peppermint gum wafted over Aaron's face.

Aaron was too stunned by the bizarre situation to even speak. Despite being tied to a pole in an unknown location, the handsome man in front of him didn't seem particularly threatening. Maybe if he played along with whatever was happening things would turn out okay, Aaron thought. He noticed that the man was also carrying a laptop which he set on the table and after typing in a few commands the studio camera came to life and lights lit up along its side. The screen of the laptop was black except for a growing list of what appeared to be IP addresses in a blocky font.

The tall man turned toward Aaron and in a voice filled with malice almost growled.

"They're going to love you, Aaron."

Aaron's blood turned cold as the room was suddenly plunged into darkness and dramatic music filled the room. It sounded like the stirring music that accompanied breaking news events on television and the man stood in front of Aaron facing the camera as a spotlight suddenly bathed them both.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it is I - The Ghost - and I'm prepared to bring you a very special treat live and in vivid 8K resolution thanks to a new camera rig generously donated by a fan,"

The Ghost stepped aside and the main lights gradually came back up until the room was once against bathed in white. Ghost continued to introduce Aaron to the audience, though the jock was mostly tuning him out. Aaron began to beg and plead into the uncaring camera - and the equally unmoved audience - as his rippled body was broadcast for all to see. Aaron was in peak physical fitness with a tall, well-built body that was sculpted to show off the male form in all of its splendor. His pecs mounded over his flat abs and his powerful upper arms were visible even as his arms were pulled behind his back. The leather straps that tied his torso in place were strong but were tied in such a way as to not detract too much from his sculpted body.  Aaron's thighs were quite thick and between them was an almost comically huge scrotum the size of a large orange that was tight against his crotch. It was clean-shaven, which only made the orbs look even bigger and his cock was just a scared nub totally flaccid from fear. 

"...and just look at these beauties!" 

Aaron focused back in on the Ghost's long-winded introduction. Ghost had taken Aarons' sack in his gloved hand and was holding it up toward the camera to show off their size. Aaron screamed out more in fear than anything as Ghost cradled his nuts for the camera. The man wasn't nearly as buff as the young athlete but his upper body was still quite athletic and Aaron was loathed to do anything to piss him off while he was in such a vulnerable position.

"Please... what do you want?"

The masked face only stared back silently before Ghost released Aaron's balls and made his way toward the table. Aaron screamed and struggled in earnest as the man returned carrying a wooden baseball bat thumping it against his palm as he approached.

The permanent smirk on the mask seemed especially appropriate as the Ghost took a batter's stance in front of him and carefully lined up the bat so that it would sail into Aaron's fat, trapped nuts.

"No! No, please!"

Aaron screamed and writhed as the man rotated his torso almost completely around before delivering a pelvis-shattering swing. The bat sunk into Aaron's sack, crushing his testicles against this body with a loud thud.  Aaron was still processing the incredible pain as the man reared back and slammed the bat into his sack again. And again.  Aaron thought he was going to be sick as his ballsack was brutally beaten for nearly five minutes, though it felt infinitely longer to him.  Aaron could feel his huge nuts being squashed between his body and the bat but despite the obvious damage Ghost was trying to inflict, his nuts resisted too much deformation. Instead, his tough nuts slowly started to swell and his sack took on a rosy pink, hardly reflective of the fiery red pain shooting from them.  

Aaron was sobbing and crying as Ghost set down the bat and again took the jock's hefty nuts into his hands.  Ghost clasped his hands together with Aaron's bollocks trapped in between and seemed genuinely surprised at how firm they were. Ghost wasn't squeezing particularly hard, but hard enough that most testicles would have at least flattened slightly. Aaron's nuts, on the other hand, were hard as stone.  Ghost let go of Aaron's equipment and let the crying young man catch his breath as he turned toward the camera.

"Wow, I wish you all could feel how firm these things are! Talk about getting your rocks off!"

"Oooph!"

Aaron tensed up as the Ghost sent his fist sailing into his sack before heading back to the table. With a flourish, Ghost removed the white cloth revealing a strange array of items Aaron couldn't make out from a distance. Ghost picked up what appeared to be a glass orb with a strange tapered opening and a small black machine about the size of a shoebox with a thin hose dangling from it. Ghost set the orb and the contraption at Aaron's feet then proceeded to plug the black box into an unseen electrical outlet behind Aaron before attaching the box's hose to a purpose-built nipple attached to the glass ball.

Aaron cried out and looked on in confusion as Ghost held up the glass ball to toward the camera rotating it so that his audience could see it in detail. The glass ball had a small opening drilled into the top with a thick white rubber gasket. Ghost had been explaining its function to the audience but Aaron had been too busy screaming to hear much of it besides the part where Ghost referred to the glass ball as a 'chamber'. The masked face turned toward him and even behind the permanent-smile Aaron could tell the man was becoming irritated.  Ghost set down the chamber and headed to the table where he fetched length of duct tape which he used to cover Aaron's mouth without ceremony, muffling but not totally silencing his screams.  

The ghost picked up the glass chamber and positioned the gasket opening in front of his balls. Aaron's eyes grew wide as he thought the man was going to slam the glass into his nuggets and drive shards of glass into them. Instead, Ghost used one hand to hold the chamber in front of Aaron's crotch and the other to shove his balls, one at a time, roughly into the opening. The opening was actually more than large enough to accommodate Aaron's balls, but the thick gasket made the process incredibly snug and as soon as they were inside, the rubbery gasket quickly tightened shut, creating a nearly airtight seal.  

Ghost held the chamber with one hand being sure to stand off to the side lest he block the camera and pulled out a small remote from his pocket. Before Aaron could react Ghost pressed the single button on the remote and had black box sprang to life with a low pitch, rumbling sound.  Aaron immediately realized that the machine was some kind of air pump.

"Mmmph! Pmmmmph!"

The audience had an unobstructed view of the Aaron's nuts trapped in the glass chamber that was being rapidly drained of air. As the pump sucked more and more air from the chamber, Aaron's already large nuts started to slowly puff up to fill the void. Aaron cried as it felt like a wild animal was viscously sucking and pulling on his spuds as they slowly started to grow.  It wasn't a rapid balloon-like expansion but a methodical growth as each nut swelled and stretched at his sack.  His balls had swollen significantly by the time Ghost powered off the machine and removed the chamber.  Back at normal atmosphere, his testicles started to shrink slightly but still looked permanently swollen and red. 

"And you thought they were big before!" Ghost laughed as he gently cradled Aaron's nuts to show off the puffy orbs to the camera.

He walked back to the camera and returned wearing a pair of white boxing gloves.  Aaron instantly knew what ghost was about to do as he stood in front of him in a boxer's stance but just before the first blow landed, the masked man stepped back and headed toward the camera.  

"I wouldn't want you all to miss the best view,"

Ghost wheeled the large camera to a predetermined marking on the floor so that it was at a slight angle of the handsome trapped stud instead of filming him dead on. Satisfied, Ghost walked over to Aaron and again took his stance only this time he could stand in front of Aaron and punch without blocking the camera's view.

"Mmmmmph!"

Ghost leaned into his first punch, allowing all of his weight to go into slamming the heavy glove into Aaron's nuts. Ghost alternated between fists punching Aaron's swollen sack with only a brief pause between blows. He transitioned into uppercuts, plowing Aaron's sack into this body and connecting so hard Aaron thought he was going to be split in half.  Aaron cried and sobbed and begged Ghost to stop though all that managed to come out were muffled screams.  

"Pmmpmph!"

The wet impacts ricocheted through the room as Aaron's swelling balls were slowly annihilated by the surprisingly strong Ghost.  Aaron's eyes rolled into his head and he felt like he was going to black off when Ghost suddenly stopped.  He removed the gloves and tossed them casually to the floor. Finally, Aaron thought, a reprieve. The sensation of relief was short-lived.

THUD

The Ghost continued punching Aaron's sack with his bare fist, grinding his knuckles in with each impact. Despite the abuse, swelling, and bruising, the jock's sack was still resisting deformation. Ghost has expected to feel Aaron's ball meat warp around his fists, instead, it felt like he was punching too very firm lumps of clay that only barely gave in to the pressure.

"These things..."

THUD

"...are dense as fuck!"

Ghost was literally working up a sweat as he unloaded on Aaron for nearly fifteen minutes.  Aaron was sure his testicles were toast despite still firmly keeping their shape and the pain was unbelievable. By the time Ghost stopped punching Aaron's taut abs were filled with a deep, dull ache the likes of which he had never even imagined was possible. His balls felt like they had been through a ringer though they were only slightly bruised and red.

"Impressive," Ghost commented as he picked up the glass chamber and shoved Aaron's balls back inside.

The gasket sealed shut trapping his balls in the chamber as Ghost again pressed the button on the remote.  Aaron let out a deep groan and his eyes rolled uncontrollably as his balls started to expand.  His nuts became bigger and bigger as the tubes and ducts inside expanded to fill the vacuum. A throbbing pressure started to fill his sack that ironically felt like they were being crushed even though they were now twice their normal size.

"Should I just finish now?" 

Ghost said into the camera.

Aaron pleaded and struggled desperately to get loose but the machine just kept sucking the air out of the chamber.

"Mmmmph!"

Aaron felt a strange sensation, almost like a zit had popped inside his scrotum, and he looked down to see that hideous welts were forming all over his engorged sack which was still puffing up.

"Pwmmmmph!'

Once again Ghost powered off the machine and removed the glass chamber.  Aaron's nuts immediately began to shrink but were still clearly larger than normal and even without the suction of the machine, they felt sore and ached from their cores. Aaron's head slumped down as Ghost headed back to the camera, wheeling it back to its original position so that it was once again facing his beautiful body head-on. As Ghost gathered something from the table, the exhausted stud hung nearly motionless with his hideously swollen, puffed up balls on full display. 

Ghost came back over to Aaron holding a small white chain which he tied tightly around the base of Aaron's nutsack like a noose. Not knowing what Ghost was going to do next, Aaron sobbed and begged as the Ghost turned to the camera.

"I wonder just how much weight Aaron's tough sack can take, don't you?"

Ghost had a spring in his step as he walked to the table and came back with a large metal block with a hook on the end.  Aaron looked on in horror as Ghost attached the hook to the chain tied around his balls.  Ghost's masked face looked directly as Aaron for a split second before he stepped back, letting the weight free fall. Aaron's eyes crossed and his abdominals instantly rippled as his entire body tensed up.  

His heavy balls were viciously yanked by the weight, the fleshy things being pulled several inches from his body before the weight finally stopped, suspended in midair as the hunk's sack and the weight reached a painful equilibrium.  Ghost, not wanting to rush the experience for his fans, stood off-camera so that everyone could admire the significant hang of Aaron's usually-tight nuts as they were pulled toward the floor.

"I think we can do better than that,"

Aaron moaned as Ghost headed back to the table and came with another equally large weight.  Aaron got sick just at the site of it and Ghost wasted no time attaching the second weight to the chain. The Ghost held the weight aloft as he stepped out of the way, allowing his audience to admire Aaron's sack being pulled by the first weight with the second precariously ready to drop. The sick visual lingered for just a moment before Ghost let the second weight fall.

Aaron felt something tear in his sack as his scrotum was pulled toward the floor several more inches. Aaron struggled, trying to move his hips in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure but that only made his heavy sack swing wildly. There was another heinous tearing sensation and his nuts lowered another inch quickly before the weights stopped, hung motionless for a few seconds, and then dropped further.

"Mmmmph! Mmmmphmmmm!"

Ghost did a jig before heading back to the table to retrieve yet another weight.  Aaron feared what would happen to his already failing nuts if the man added even more weight to the chain.  Ghost attached the third weight and held it for what seemed like several minutes. Aaron was shaking like a leaf and his body was glistening with sweat as he pleaded for the man to show mercy. 

"Pppppmmph!"

Aaron nearly blacked out as the third weight was released.  His nuts were violently yanked further down another inch nearly instantly. The connective tissues in Aaron's sack stiffened and the weights seemed to resist lowering as his gonads and the weights again reached equilibrium, but that only lasted a moment before the weights slowly started their descent to the floor, dragging Aaron's helpless nuts along with them.  Aaron could feel like testicles being literally ripped from his body yet there was nothing he could do. The weight stack lowered and lowered and lowered, tugging at his balls which were internally starting to tear apart.  

After what felt like an eternity, Ghost removed the weights and tossed them to the ground with three loud thuds. Aaron swore he felt the floor vibrate as they landed, a testament to their ridiculous weight. Ghost again held up Aaron's nuts for the audience. They were permanently swollen, lower-hanging and purplish-red but were still a healthy - albeit huge - round shape.  As Aaron hung helplessly from the pole, Ghost headed back to the table and retrieved another glass chamber. This one was significantly larger than the first, nearly the size of a perfectly-clear basketball, and it had the same entry hole with gasket drilled into the top.

Aaron screamed as Ghost shoved his battered nuts into the large glass ball and used his gloved-finger to make sure that the gasket was tight. Aaron winced.  The smaller chamber's gasket had been tight, but the thick, hard gasket on this air chamber was especially tight, nearly clamping off Aaron's balls completely.  It was so tight that within a matter of moments his nuts felt numb and they were turning purple. 

Ghost let the large glass orb hang freely from Aaron's crotch, tugging at his already abused scrotum, as he attached the hose to the nipple in the side of the glass and stepped completely out of the frame.  The camera was still pointed directly at Aaron, with his luscious, sweaty, muscular body on full display.  His swollen testicles bulged inside of the crystal-clear basketball-sized bubble that surrounded it. Ghost gave his viewers several moments to savor the visual before he turned on the machine.  

The air compressor came to life and Aaron could once again feel intense pressure from inside his scrotum as it expanded.  And expanded. And expanded.  Aaron looked toward Ghost and shook his head frantically but Ghost only shrugged and put the remote back into his pocket as he held his arms crossed in front of him, a clear indication that Ghost wasn't going to stop the machine this time.  

"Nnmmmp! Nnnnnmpph! Hmmmph! Hmmmph! Pwwpph!"

Aaron hysterically pleaded as pain exploded from his scrotum. His nuts were now twice as large as normal and were still slowly swelling. The stud could feel tearing and popping inside his sack and it felt like someone was squeezing them from the inside. The sensation was bizarre and unbelievable and as his scrotum continued to swell, normally invisible veins along its surface ballooned and throbbed like thick spaghetti, looking like they would burst from under this skin at any moment. Aaron felt a tremendous pain from his left nut as if felt like it was being torn apart from the inside out and looked down to see the enormous orb was starting to weirdly dimple and deform.

"Mmmmph!"

The machine huffed and puffed as Aaron's sack continued to bulge and expand. His already huge nuts were nearly three times as large as they should have been and Aaron blacked out after a gross squishing sensation filled his sack. Chambers and structures were rupturing and tearing as his bloated scrotum kept expanding...

BLOOOOO-UUU-OOOOOOOOSH

In an instant, every square inch of the inside surface of the chamber was painted with gore as Aaron's sack spectacularly burst into chunks. It's likely the explosive mess would have struck the camera had it not been for the walls of the vessel keeping the spray in check.  The pressure inside Aaron's package had simply gotten too great and every structure, fiber, and tube failed catastrophically all at once. Even Ghost seemed startled by the violence of the event. One instant Aaron's balls had been terminally swollen but were only expanding slowly, and the next. BOOM. 

The wet splashing of chunks splattering the inside of the chamber was audible even over the sound of the machine. The connective tissues holding Aaron's balls to this body had been obliterated, allowing the chamber's sturdy gasket to seal itself shut, freeing the glass ball from Aaron's body.  The goop-filled device fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces allowing what was left of Aaron's manhood to spill all over the floor, with a sizeable amount splashing his calves and thighs.  Flecks and bits even managed to land on Aaron's pecs.

Ghost allowed the image of the absolute mess to linger on the as he narrated from off-screen. 

"I told you! What a mess! What a mess!"

Ghost approached Aaron's limp body with gauze and absorbent patches he was going to use to crudely patch the gaping hole in his crotch but slipped on a thick slug of testicle matter. He landed on his back and chuckled as he looked toward the camera.

"See you next time!"

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...Status 413 Payload Too Large

The Ghost Network: A Recap

Since there are a lot of new readers to this blog, I thought I would make a chronological listing of the stories in the series The Ghost Network in preparation for tomorrow's latest entry. A showman with a passion for flamboyantly wasting guys' junk, Ghost is as technically savvy as he is depraved and always broadcasts his shows live on the web. Dating back to 2012, he is the longest-running character on the blog, which is unusual since my stories are typically self-contained.

I hope you enjoy this retrospective as well as Monday's entry. Be aware that these stories are particularly brutal ;)

Welcome to the Network: Genesis

Originally Aired: 15 December 2012

Synopsis: A hunky athlete is violently castrated in front of a live web audience and the world learns without a doubt that The Ghost isn't just an internet hoax. Can Ghost finish the job before the authorities shut down his stream? 

Cue the Pulse

Originally Aired: 22 April 2013

Synopsis: Proving his stunning reach, Ghost captures a young Frenchman who is forced to decide between saving his own balls or those of a captive Russian soldier. Read to the end for A) a wicked twist ending B) an unintentional Ernest Hemmingway quotation ;)

Crushed Ginger

Originally Aired: 15 September 2014

Synopsis: A handsome red-read is stalked and abducted by one of Ghost's avid watchers.  The Ghost puts him in the ultimate stress position as he works to turn his huge equipment into a distant memory. But when the live-stream is suddenly intercepted by the authorities the audience flees until a final surprise is so over-the-top that - even at the risk of being caught - the audience count skyrockets...

Going Head to Head

Originally Aired: 26 September 2017

Synopsis: In a brazen abduction that highlights the power of The Ghost's devoted and well-connected fans, two adorable muscle studs from opposite continents face off in an extremely high stakes contest that has potential ramifications for more than just the two players. Jeers and cheers from the web audience are pumped in live as Ghost pulls off his most cinematic - and brutal - web show yet.

POPS: The Hot Nurse

It was just after midnight and Josh was absolutely exhausted as he made his way toward the bus stop after another long shift. The attractive nurse was still wearing his blue scrubs which slightly clung to his toned body from sweat.

Josh stood with his hands in his pockets waiting alone at the bus stop. He had only been a few minutes late catching the crosstown express and now it would be at least a half-hour before the next bus; though he was exhausted Josh was glad for the alone time to decompress.

"Long shift I bet?"

A deep voice snapped Josh out of his daydreams and he turned to see a tall blonde young man wearing a familiar grey uniform approaching. Josh recognized the uniform as being a member of the Westwood General Hospital's cafeteria staff and though Josh recognized the man in passing, he didn't know his name.

"You're Josh, right? You work in the auxiliary ICU ward,"

The blonde stood next to him facing the street, a slight smile on his face as he quietly joined Josh waiting for the bus. The two made polite small talk and Josh was able to slyly read the man's name tag: Elliot. Through their conversation, Josh couldn't tell if Elliot was flirting or if his tired mind and admittedly pent-up loins were reading too much into it.

"So you're job must be so stressful, nurse Josh. I don't envy you," Elliot said as he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair.

"Just call me Josh," 

"I wish there was something I could do to help. Man, is it hot out here,"

Elliot unbuttoned two of the buttons on his tidy uniform shirt and a few tufts of blonde hair poked through into the balmy night air. Josh tried not to stare as he mentally undressed the svelte lad. The two stood silently side by side until Elliot turned to Josh with a smile.

"If you ever need a stress ball to squeeze, I've got two," Elliot said matter of factly.

"Oh yeah?" 

Elliot winked and briefly grabbed his crotch as Josh blushed shocked at Elliot's forthrightness. Josh checked his watch and there were only fifteen minutes before the bus arrived. He glanced up and down the empty street. No one else was around and all of the shops around had closed hours before due to curfew. It was obvious Elliot wanted more than idle chitchat and Josh decided to go for it.

"Well, I could definitely use a stress ball after the day I've had,"

Elliot looked Josh over and licked his lips. Josh was devastatingly handsome with a muscular, fit body that was probably flawless under his blue scrubs. Of particular note were Josh's strong arms that bulged in his short sleeves.

"I bet those guns could do some damage,"

Elliot winked and boldly grabbed his crotch, circling the base of his nuts and pushing their outline forward in his pants. Josh could make out both of Elliot's modest, oblong nuts through the thin fabric.

Elliot slowly licked his lips and took Josh's hand. Without thinking Josh allowed himself to be lead into a small alley and Elliot stood with his legs spread wide against the wall.

Josh's heart pounded as Elliot guided his hand to his crotch. Elliot winked as he placed his hands behind his back leaving Josh to stand for several moments clutching Elliot's plums in his hand.

"Oooh yeah! That's it!" 

Elliot nearly doubled over as Josh gave his balls a sudden, hard squeeze through his shorts.  Josh continued to squeeze and kneed Elliot's trapped testicles like they were literal stress balls, feeling his cock stiffen as Elliot's nuts squished and deformed in his grasp. Elliot moaned and gasped and at one point had to pull his hand from behind his back to bite his fist to avoid screaming into the night. 

"Yeah dude, fuck 'em up!"

Josh's eyes lit up as he reached his hands into Elliot's pants to get unimpeded access to his spuds. Elliot's nuts felt larger in Josh's bare hand than through the fabric and were covered in fuzzy hairs. They felt dense and were sweaty after a long day of work. Josh rolled them around gently in his hands.

"That's right, nurse, squeeze the life out of them!"

Elliot egged Josh to squeeze harder and harder and was getting off watching Josh's biceps bulge from the strain of literally trying to snuff out his gonads.  Elliot bit his fist trying not to scream as Josh pulled and squeezed his nuts as hard as he could.  Josh couldn't believe how much abuse Elliot's balls were taking but it was obvious he liked it since his insanely thick, long cock was now creating a tent in his pants.

"Oh Josh... Oooh!"

Josh reached both hands into Elliot's pants and alternated between squeezing a nut each in each hand or focusing both of his strong hands into crushing just one nut.  Elliot squealed as Josh ensnared his swelling right nut between both hands and started to compress. His biceps bulged and Josh's face was turning red with effort. Elliot's nut was a dense patty that was resisting any further deformation but Josh was determined to finish the job.

"Holy shit! It feels like it's gonna' pop!" Josh panted.

"Fuck yes!"

Elliot's cock erupted making a gooey stain in his pants and coating Josh's hands with spunk but Josh kept closing his hands tighter and tighter.  Elliot's eyes crossed as his busy ball was turned into a pancake and Josh felt his own load about to pop off hands-free.  Suddenly they heard the bus approaching.  They both looked at each other intensely as the bus drove by the stop, the driver and everyone else oblivious to the two men standing just out of sight in the alley.

"I guess we missed the bus,"

Josh smiled.

"I guess we did, nurse Josh,"

"Now what do you say you send me to the hospital as a patient instead of an employee,"

"With pleasure!" 

Elliot stepped out of his pants and got down on all fours. Josh was struck by the site of the handsome kid's low danglers. They might as well had a bullseye painted on them.

Josh stood behind Elliot, sized up his aim, reared his foot back and kicked... 

You Only Need None - A SneakerBB Collaboration

With his permission, I've written a story based on a SneakerBB animation called "Day of Hell - The Conclusion" which you can see above. If you're not familiar with his work, you should definitely check it out at https://nutcrunchers.com/nc (registration is required but it is free, though I highly suggest donating a few pounds / dollars / euro / yen, etc).

Sean had been a transfer student at Abercrombie College for a few months and ever since the first time he had innocuously shown off his freakishly huge, low hanging nuts in the shower they had been fair game. It probably didn't help that Sean's sculpted, tall body elicited more than its fair share of masculine rivalry among his fellow jocks. Sean was just shy of two meters tall with an incredibly toned torso, narrow waist, strong arms, and meticulously manicured red hair that made his handsome face stand out among the sea of black and brown hair that surrounded him. 

The assaults started innocently enough - towel snaps to the groin or nutball with a bottle of shampoo - and Sean dismissed them as harmless hazing. But one student, David, seemed to take an especially keen pleasure in abusing Sean's hefty nuts and to Sean's horror, he was able to command the others in more and more brutal busting antics.

Once, David convinced a group of guys to tie Sean to a lockerroom bench, his rippled stomach pressed against the wood and his large nuts pulled between his legs, then one by one the boys hopped on the bench and took turns stomping and kicking Sean's nuts with reckless abandon. Despite the predicament, the blows actually started off playfully enough with his tormentors teasing him as they threatened to pound his balls flat only to deliver parting blows or purposefully miss. David was having none of it and his cold hazel eyes flared as he egged them on into more and more brutal stomping. Actual, full force stomps that made Sean beg and plead for mercy and they didn't stop until Sean had blacked out. Most of the young men scattered in fear but David, and his most devout lackeys, stayed behind and continued to mercilessly pound Sean's nuts until the passed out hunk flooded the bench under him with a tortured load as he tried desperately to fertilize anything before his nuts exploded. They might very well have had the coach walked in on them and - to Sean's confusion - actually believed th lie that it was nothing more than a harmless prank. 

A week after that, David walked up to Sean in the showers - in full view of everyone - pressed the handsome ginger into the tile wall, and before Sean could get in a word slammed his knee full force into Sean's nuggets.  It was ostensibly punishment for poor performance on the field but the blows just kept coming. The watching boys chortled and pointed as Sean's oversized nuts turned red as they were slammed over and over into the unyielding tile wall. David, fully dressed in his football gear, was getting drenched but didn't care. Sean had started to blackout and his screams were becoming so disturbing they were painful to listen to and the watching team quickly realized this wasn't a joke. The catcalls and jestful words of encouragement to 'mush his potatoes' and 'crack his nuts' were quickly replaced with frantic pleas for David to stop. David didn't break eye contact with Sean who was pleading with him until one of their teammates had to literally pull him away allowing Sean to slump to the floor sobbing clutching his flaming hot nuts.

Most of the team scattered in panic but Tyler, Brian, Gary, and Daniel stayed behind and pinned Sean to the shower floor with his legs spread as David mercilessly stomped Sean's giant nuts into the tile floor. Sean's equally impressive cock shot out a huge load all over his corrugated abs before the handsome lad passed out. David would have continued stomping Sean's balls into a paste if it hadn't been for Daniel convincing the group to scram before they were caught by a coach.

All of that abuse continued until David was able to convince his motley crew to help him with a particularly macabre plan...

The small dorm room was a riot of activity.

"Hold him down!" David shouted over the commotion.

A piece of furniture was overturned as Gary, Tyler and Brian wrestled Sean to the ground. Again. Sean was much more muscular than the mob, but even his rugby-trained strength wasn't enough to keep them at bay. He called out for help but any sounds that made it through the room's solid oak door were likely dismissed as the antics of boys being boys.  Brian, Gary, and Tyler finally wrestling the sweating, exhausted Sean to the floor with his legs touching. At first, Sean was confused by the pose since it wasn't the cliche spread eagle of a typical crotch stomping but his confusion was quickly replaced by terror as David produced a wooden box from under one of the overturned beds. As Gary held down Sean's heels and Brian and Tyler took point on holding down his muscular upper body; Brian holding Sean's outstretched arms painfully behind his head. 

"What.. what is that?" 

David just smiled as he stood next to Sean and knelt down. Sean was frozen by confusion but immediately continued to struggle when he saw the phrase 'Ball Busting Box' written in bold letters along the side of it. The others chuckled as David placed the bottomless box overtop Sean's body. It ran the length of his thighs up to his mounding pecs, coincidentally hiding from view the twelve-pack abs that had made Sean the talk of the locker room.

David positioned the box so that a rather small hole drilled into the top of the box was hovering over Sean's titanic nuts, then proceeded to force once through the other through the too-small opening. Daniel, a nerdy redhead lowerclassman who felt privileged just to be taking a part of the antics, stood by and laughed as Sean howled from having his nuts rammed through the hole. Finally, David pulled Sean's heavy limp cock through the hole and stood to admire this handiwork.  

"Crimey, they're bigger up close!" Gary gasped.

Unlike the other attackers who were wearing underwear, Gary was totally nude and his cock was at full attention at the site of the handsome rugby player.  

All five watching young men looked down at awe at the sight of Sean's enormous nuts resting on top of the wooden platform made by the box. Isolated on the top of the board, Sean's twin orbs looked absolutely huge.  His cock had gotten slightly hard despite the pain and embarrassment and before Sean could scream out David knelt down and put a piece of heavy duct tape over the stud's mouth.  David looked over the scene as Sean whimpered and struggled to escape but it was no use. David had this Adonis right where he wanted him.

David took a step onto the top of the platform, his weight further pressing Sean to the ground.  He licked his lips and gave Sean a menacing grin as he positioned his feet such that he was standing on his tiptoes with his heels hovering over Sean's massive spuds. It was obvious what David was about to do and Sean let out a horrified, gagged scream.

"What's the matter, mega nuts? You only need one, after all!"

David cackled as he slowly lowered his foot flat to the board, crushing Sean's manhood with his heels.  Despite its size, Sean's sack was relatively soft and his sex organs seemed to compress more than normal even during locker room antics. But now David was pressing down all of the weight of his athletic frame onto them and the fat organs flattened out almost cartoonishly under his heels. 

Sean screamed into his gag but the gang holding him in place along with David's added weight pressing down on the box kept him firmly in place. David smiled as he rose his heels again, letting them hover before lowering them down onto Sean's balls. Each heel was perfectly placed over a nut making sure that none of the deforming energy was wasted. Every muscle of Sean's body tensed up as his testicles again comically flattened out.

David repeated the maneuver over and over much to the delight of the watching young men. Gary's cock twitched as he watched - and heard - Sean's being flattened almost totally flat and only being given a moment to plump back up before being flattened again.  It didn't take long for the handsome jock's nuts to turn a rosy color that made Daniel's underwear start to tent. Gary was getting even more turned on and Tyler's face took on a menacing half-grin-half-sneer as David rose his heels again.

He looked down at Sean who was pleading through the gag but ignored him as he stomped down full force onto Sean's boys. Sean screamed as David repeated the maneuver a dozen times. David could feel each nut flatten out dangerously under his heels and the huge sweaty bollocks were actually making slight squishing sounds each time David's heels crushed them.

"Hell yeah!"

Gary shouted as his cock started to jerk and drip precum onto the floor. Tyler and Brian kept Sean's toned upper body locked in place despite his struggling as David stood on his tiptoes with his heels just inches from Sean's swollen nuts. Sean's nuts had been slowly squished and violently stomped and no one knew what David had in store for the next round. The tension in the air was palpable and Sean's body was glistening with sweat. He tried pleading with his eyes but David only sneered as he slammed his heels down. Hard.

There was an audible wet sound like a ball of wet clay being pounded and before Sean had fully registered the pain David did it again. And again. David slammed the back of his foot into Sean's nuggets full force so rapidly that Daniel was afraid the box was going to break. Sean rose his head as if to get a better view of his brutal abuse and was horrified to see that his nuts were severely swollen and blood red. The pain coursing through them with each stomp burned like fire and filled his corrugated abs with a stabbing ache.  

SQUISH

SQUISH

David alternated between slow deliberate compressions and full-force stomps, compressing Sean's nuts with his entire 73-kilogram body. He made sure that each time his foot lowered, he would grind his heels to isolate the crushing force into Sean's trapped spuds.

SQUISH

Sean's face turned red and his red hair was matting to his forehead from sweat.

SQUISH

Daniel's small cock was at full hardness as he watched the handsome stud slowly be destroyed by the ostensibly weaker David. Tyler's face had contorted into a wicked smile and Brian was thoroughly enjoying alternating his gaze between Sean's flattening nuts and Gary's raging 25-centimeter, dripping cock.  David, however, had tuned out everything else except for Sean's balls and his panic-stricken face.  Sean was undeniably attractive, even David had to admit it, but something about seeing the primal fear of losing his manhood warping his handsome features into a mask of terror made Sean look infinitely hotter to David.

SQUISH. SQUISH.

David wasn't sure which technique he enjoyed more. Although the rapid, full-force stomps elicited delightful muffled screams from Sean, the slow gradual compressions allowed David to really feel the destruction he was raining down. He could feel in great detail as each massive ball warped and flattened around his heels like balls of clay.

David's stood on his tiptoes for what seemed like a long time to Sean. It's finally over, he thought as his balls screamed for mercy.  

SQUIIISH

Sean's eyes crossed as David rapidly slammed his heels full force down over and over and over, slightly leaning back each time Sean's balls resisted any further flattening to really make sure he was applying maximum pressure.

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmph!"

SQUISH. SQUISH

Sean was hysterical. David wasn't stopping! He stomped his heels as hard as he could, rose them, and then immediately slammed them down again. The nutcracking continued without stop, without rest, and Sean's balls barely were able to regain their shape before being flattened again. David's hazel eyes were locked onto Sean's pleading emerald eyes but he wasn't stopping.

"Hey, maybe that's enough,"

Daniel said trying to mask his growing unease. Brian looked equally concerned but didn't lax on his duties of holding Sean's well-muscled arms to the floor. Tyler and Gary, however, were watching Sean's doomed nuts with maniacal interest and Gary was sure he was about to blow his load hands free. The sight of watching Sean's donkey-sized spuds getting flattened was just too hot. The increasingly gross and visceral squashing sounds only made it that much hotter. It sounded like someone was pounding a bag of wet oatmeal as David's heels were slamming rapidly - yet deliberately - onto Sean's gonads. 

"Mmmmph! Pwwwwwph!"

The muscles in Sean's neck bulged as his head was locked into the dubious position of watching his nuts being turned into a paste by the sadistic brunette. Sean was quivering in terror. His balls felt and sounded absolutely squishy and the pain radiating from them made his entire body feel physically hot.  David's heels just kept going and going, driving onto Sean's trapped nuts like a piston.

Suddenly, several things happened at once.

Brian and Daniel's faces instantly drained of color. Gary let out a deep wall-vibrating moan as his cock erupted in jets of cum totally hands-free.  Tyler's face became a vision of absolute sadism as he watched Sean's left nut get ridiculously flat, the squishing sound was quite loud and Sean's eyes rolled into the back of his head. The studly redhead passed out.

SQU-IIIII-RUNCH

Sean's left nut burst into goo inside of his sack. David's right heel was now separated from the top of the box only by Sean's permanently patty-thin left nut. David felt the destruction and the sensation of Sean's nut terminally failing vibrated up his spine.

SQUISH 

Sean's large, flaccid dick spontaneously spurted out a small pinkish load. 

SQUISH

Sean barely flinched as his right nut finally caved in. David's heel landed on top of Sean's massive nut, which dimpled, flattened, bulged, and managed to maintain a semblance of structural integrity before finally failing.

POP

Gary blew another load as Sean's nut literally made a muted 'pop' under David's ankles. Daniel's cock had completely deflated in his shorts and Brian loosened his grip on Sean's arms, not like the blacked-out stud was going anywhere.  

Sean's nuts were quarter-inch, misshapen disasters that were taking on a purplish-black color. A far cry from the healthy, pink, absolutely huge, oblong monuments of masculinity they had been when he woke up that morning. 

Daniel looked at David in muted horror but David only flashed the scared underclassman a wicked grin.

"What? He only needs... none!"

Tyler, David, and Gary laughed over Sean's beautiful, muscular, fuckable -- but permanently damaged - body.

POPS: Independence Day

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