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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