Triple Treat (And An Explanation)

Hey All,

In what is probably the most '2020' thing that could possibly happen in response to a blog going stagnant, someone actually threatened to track me down in real life and 'end' me because this blog (which, by the way, is free..) was not updated enough. 2020 has been quite a year for myself and I'm sure all of you so yes, this blog did fall completely off my radar. I will resume regular (perhaps not weekly) posts in the coming days. Instead of getting bent out of shape over what were truly disturbing messages left by a fan(atic), I decided to dust off the cobwebs and get this puppy fired back up so at least something positive came from it :) In the meantime, here are three lightly edited stories from an old version of this blog back when Sensual Writer was still active. 

Enjoy!

The Physics Club

Tyler looked out with a look of near muted-terror at the site before him. It was a classroom, in a far flung building of Riverside High School complex. Depending on who you asked, the building was either a dilapidated annex building far removed from the otherwise palm tree studded Riverside campus, or the center of the Riverside Gifted Scholars program. Today, however, for Tyler it was a prison.

"Tyler! You made it!" the bellowing voice of Mr. Greer announced when he looked up briefly from a pile of physics midterms and made eye contact with his student.

"Come on in!"

Tyler didn't even bother to feign a smile as he made his way toward Mr. Greer's desk, all but ignoring the handful of other students- many he didn't recognize - huddled behind one of the lab tables. He did notice that the usually emotionless Mr. Greer was in a much better mood than he ever was lecturing physics to the regular kids on the main campus.

Although Mr. Greer was ostensibly concentrating on the papers in front of him, Tyler, for a moment, thought he eyed Mr. Greer looking his tight swimmers frame up and down a few times through his rimless glasses.

Tyler was shorter than the other boys in the senior class, but he was dense, almost entirely sculpted muscle, and lean barely tipping the scale at one-hundred fifty pounds. Tyler didn’t consider himself to be classically good looking, but his tight body and permanent air of cockiness still vaulted him to the top of many of his fellow student’s hottest-in-class lists.

While virtually very shirt hugged and showed off his mid section, there wasn't a pair of jeans that could mask the mound in his crotch even if he wanted to. When he wore briefs you could easily make out the delineation of each nut through his pants.

"Mr. Greer?" Tyler asked, confused by the near trance the teacher was in.

"Oh, sorry you caught me day dreaming," Mr. Greer smiled, faint smile lines around his eyes giving away the fact that the youthful looking teacher was actually quite older than he appeared.

Tyler was sure his gaze was directly on his crotch, though only for a moment.

"Welcome to Physics Club!''

"Physics Club?" Tyler parroted back in confusion.

"Wait, wait. You told me that if I attended the Math Club for the rest of the term you'd give me the extra credit I need to pass your class so I could stay on the swim team."

"Yes, I did. But you know what, Tyler. I don't think your problem is with the math. I think it's with not understanding how it applies to your real life."

Mr. Greer stood up and made his way over to the other students who had stopped chatting amongst themselves. Tyler followed. "Oh great, an afternoon with nerds" he thought, nearly allowed.

"So, I invited you to Physics Club. It's all math!"

Despite himself, Tyler smiled slightly. He hated being forced to spend two nights a week after school in the annex for the rest of the year, but he genuinely liked Mr. Greer, even if his teenage angst rarely allowed him to show it.

"Okay, so what do you guys do?" Tyler asked, directing the question more to the gathered nerds than to Mr. Greer.

"Well, we um do experiments. The kinda' dangerous ones they don't let you do over there," Chandler, the tallest senior physics student began, gesturing his strawberry blonde-headed hair in the general direction of the main campus.

"Yeah," chimed in the second boy, Bret.

"All five of us are headed to A-U next year, honors physics program. So the school lets us pretty much treat this club as independent study."

Tyler nodded, gradually letting his cooler-than-though attitude fade. After all, if he was going to be spending a year with these five guys, he might as well at the very least not be a prick to them… at least not without reason. Besides, nearby A-U - Amajor University - was Tyler's school of choice, hopefully on a swimming scholarship, so it might not be a bad idea to buddy-up with the golden children.

"Its actually pretty cool, you won't have to help us with the experiments, we’ll just tutor you on the math were using along the way." Kevin continued a stocky football-player type who was nicely filling out his athletic shorts and T-shirt.

The other two boys introduced themselves as Jordan an attractive senior with broad shoulders, steely gray eyes and dark features and Wesley, who was actually slightly shorter than Tyler but whose muscular frame could be made out easily even through his conservative button up shirt and khakis. These were certainly the most well-rounded, and physically fit, nerds he had ever met Tyler concluded after a few more minutes of greeting. Mr. Greer called their attention by clapping his hands together.

"Lets begin! Now last week we were working on two concepts. Gravity and structural integrity."

The five Physics Club students nodded. Tyler was confused how the two concepts related.

"Now we are going to do the concluding experiment. Tyler, will you stand up on the lab table please?" Mr Greer gestured.

Figuring all the pieces would fall into place, Tyler did as he was told and stood on the lab table.

"Now how much do you think Tyler weights?"

The five quickly began spouting out estimates, all of them quite accurate.

"He's solid muscle, look at him." Chandler declared.

"Definitely heavier than he looks," Kevin said, licking his lips though Tyler was sure it was just because they were chapped.

"Now jump down." Mr. Greer instructed and Tyler complied.

"Now, can someone explain to me what just happened there?" the teacher asked.

Although Tyler wasn't sure if an actual question had been asked, the other boys went straight to work giving nearly incomprehensible descriptions of the gravitational forces, wind resistance and other

physical phenomenon that accompany someone jumping off a desk. Bret even went on a tangent about the deformation the bottom of Tyler's shoes had gone through when they hit the ground.

This went on for several minutes, the boys clearly relishing in exploring the hidden complexities of everyday things, for some time before Mr. Greer called their attention again with a clap.

"Now, Tyler get back on the desk, but this time lets walk him through all those concepts you were all just talking about. One by one."

Tyler stood back on to the desk which prompted several bizarre things happened at once. Chandler climbed on the desk behind Tyler and, before Tyler knew what was happening, had secured his hands behind his back with a zip cord. Meanwhile, Kevin had grabbed Tyler's right ankle and Bret his left. Then, with a nod, they pulled at the same time so that Tyler's legs were torn open, leaving him particularly vulnerable.

Tyler wasn't entirely sure what to think. Was this some kind of prank? Although we was being restrained, he didn't feel endangered, just awkward especially when Wesley who was now standing at face level with his crotch stated "Wow! It's huge, " obviously talking about the bulge in Tyler's pants.

"Um, Mr. Greer.…'''

"So, what's happening here?" Mr. Greer asked the boys, ignoring Tyler who was starting to fight. The nerds however were holding him firmly in place.

"Well, the biochemical properties of the sensation known as pain are, despite our science, still poorly understood," Jordan began with a dryness that didn’t match the situation while he eyed Tyler's bulge.

"Just for example...”

Jordan had no sooner finished the statement than his fist sailed into Tyler's unprotected nuts. The right ball was hit dead-on slamming it into his pelvis. Tyler attempted to close his legs but Kevin and Bret's grip on his legs was ironclad.

"Notice how quickly the pain response occurs." Mr. Greer lectured, a visible mound growing in his pants.

Tyler tried to double over but the much taller and stronger Chandler was holding him bolt upright from behind. Chandlers swelling dick pressed into his captive’s back.

"My turn," Wesley declared, "One wonders if the response would vary with repetition. Just for example"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Wesley's powerful fists assailed Tyler's package, one after another. Tyler attempted to writhe and close his legs but his captors were holding him firmly in that position. The beating went on for nearly a non-stop minute. At the end of it tears ran freely down Tyler's face and he was begging the group to stop.

Mr. Greer stood by and observed casually.

Mr. Greer pulled his cock out of his khakis and began to stroke it lazily. Jordan and Wesley followed suit. Despite the sickening pain and panic, Tyler was amazed at the size of Jordan and Wesley's cocks. Each was easily nine inches and incredibly thick.

"Very good, Wesley. But don't you think the experiment is being thrown off by something?"

"You're right! The pants!"

Wesley grabbed the waist band of Tyler's tight jeans and was literally tearing them off, being none too gentle to the battered balls underneath, as Jordan emerged with a small blow torch from the supply closet.

"I've always found fire to be an interesting oxidation reaction," he began as he lit the torch and held it just inches from the tattered, but still on, jeans.

"Now we usually use this for welding rocket parts but..."

Tyler howled in terror, but that didn't stop Jordan from touching the flame to the mound of testicles and penis just long enough to ignite Tyler's package. At first the pain wasn't immediate. Dulled perhaps

by the sheer incredulity of what was happening. Then it hit. Tyler screamed loudly and tried desperately to close his legs, but the three boys holding him proved that they were obviously just as brawny as they were brainy.

Jordan, Wesley and Mr. Greer huddled around the flaming package like a twisted camp fire, each feverishly pumping their engorged dicks.

"Right now his epidural layers are experiencing . Extreme deformation," Jordan breathed out, more distracted on his cock than his impromptu lecture.

All three were breathing hard and Tyler was sure they would start shooting at any minute. Meanwhile his trapped nuts roasted. Through the pain you would literally feel the contents of his sack boiling, ready to pop. His thoughts were suddenly directed to a sensation of wetness all over his back. Chandler, whose cock was pressed against his back as he held him, had explosively came. So much cum was gushing from the tall nerd's cock that it soaked through Tyler's shirt and Tyler could feel the slimy wetness on his skin. Other than a slight shudder, Chandler stood firm in his duties of restraining Tyler.

Meanwhile Kevin and Bret, who were still holding Tyler legs apart were sporting what looked to be enormous erections in their pants, but they didn't dare tend to them lest Tyler break free. In his fog of pain, Tyler could make out Mr. Greer as he approached, holding a physics textbook Tyler knew what was going to happen next and was in the processes of trying to form a plea from his inane babble when the book sailed through the air with a whoosh. Mr. Greer was mashing the back of the easily-500 page text book into Tyler's flaming mound. Again and again it struck until the fire was extinguished.

"So, how much damage do you think was done in 90 seconds?" he asked Jordan and Wesley.

Tyler was stunned. Horrified. He couldn't believe that the eternity of pain he had just experienced was not even two minutes.

"Please, please" he pleaded locking eyes with Wesley who seemed unaffected.

"Shall we continue,"

Wesley snapped coolly as he peeled off the few remnants of pants and underwear that was covering Tyler's nuts and cock. The scene was surprisingly not as gruesome as Tyler had feared. Large blisters and some bleeding were visible across the surface of each large nut, which were now hanging low in their sack. Wesley held one in each hand and squeezed. Tyler let out a pitiful whimper as the nerd was literally crushing his stones.

"Notice how the spheres are losing structural integrity," he mocked as he kneaded and squeezed Tyler's swelling testicles.

"How much pressure could they take before they...”

"Implode!"

"Collapse!"

"Pop!"

"Burst!"

The boys shouted out every colorful phrase they could think of to describe the end of Tyler's manhood. Tyler felt the grip on his left leg give a little, and thought it would be a good time to escape. But just as soon as the grip was loosened, it became iron tight. Just as Chandler had done, Bret had explosively came and the brief shudder had caused him to relax his grip on Tyler. The front of the hunky nerds trousers were soaked. Tyler thought it looked more like he had pissed himself the stain was so big, but the tell-tale gooey consistency gave it away.

"Wait!" Mr. Greer nearly shouted. He reached out and slapped Wesley's hand, making him release Tyler's balls.

They hung invitingly as Mr. Greer eyed them. They were swelling, but otherwise looked still in tack. As he pondered something to himself he proceeded to slap the huge dangling nuts. They bounced and jiggled violently as the slaps became hits, which became punches. Tyler could feel his nuts weaken under the assault. They were bouncing in desperate attempt to hide, but the blows rained down. He convulsed but could help but look down wide eyed as Mr Greer destroyed him. The teacher assailed his ever swelling balls for several mutes.

"Feel this!" Mr. Greer said guiding Jordan's hand so that it was cupping Tyler's enormous right ball.

"It's soft, the structure is collapsing," Jordan announced, stroking his massive cock in one hand and squeezing and kneading Tyler's collapsing ball with the other.

Tyler was sure that at any moment his poor ball would turn to mush in Jordan's hands, but thankfully Jordan stopped squeezing and, without saying anything, left the room. The others looked at each other wondering what Jordan was up to. Wesley and Mr. Greer continued stroking for the five or six minutes that Jordan was gone. The lack of attention on his nuts was a welcome relief.

Jordan returned carrying a non-descript box and Mr. Greer’s eyes lit up.

"Fantastic, Jordan!"

All the boys were beaming, and at first Tyler didn't know why. Jordan pulled out several pieces of what was apparently a disassembled machine. Tyler watched in horror as the boys torture machine went from being random pieces to a finished device.

"Rest his balls on something, a block of wood or a desk. "

Mr. Greer shouted like a command.

Chandler, Bret and Kevin, not giving Tyler a moment to break free, lifted him off the desk and sat him in a chair. Kevin and Bret resumed their duties, only this time holding his legs spread wide as he sat.

Tyler squirmed and tried to stand up, but Chandler and Wesley were holding him down with apparently no effort despite the swimmer’s muscles straining to break free. While the others roughly bound Tyler tightly to the chair with rope, Jordan finished assembling the device and placed a wooden block under Tyler's balls so that they rested on it. He then proceeded to band the sack with a rubber band, not so much that it restricted blood flow, but enough to stop the testicles from descending back into the body to hide from what was to come.

Jordan and Mr. Greer positioning the device on an adjacent chair so it would be on about the same level as Tyler's inflamed nuts. It was a rubber mallet attached to a mechanism with several buttons. Jordan pressed a button and the mallet snapped forward, just missing the juicy target Tyler's nuts made. He slightly repositioned the machine, then pressed the button again and this time the mallet connected squarely with Tyler's nuts, though the impact was barely noticeable. The mallet had struck right at the seam in his sack that separated right nut from left nut. Just as suddenly as the mallet had gently tapped on the sack the mechanism could be heard winding and cranking, pulling the mallet back upright.

"Now, this mallet has various levels of force. Jordan is going to set it to strike every five seconds with increasing force." Mr. Greer explained.

"We’re going to use the experiment to determine exactly how much force it takes to burst your bubbles. Okay, Jordan, set the device."

Jordan fidgeted with the buttons and he and Mr. Greer stood up, looking down at the helpless stud whose balls were perfectly positioned to be turned to mush

WHACK!

The watching physics club and Mr. Greer stood around the trapped stud, stroking their cocks and darting their eyes from his handsome pain contorted face to his flattening balls. The mallet struck and returned upright, only slightly harder than it had begun. It probably wouldn't have hurt ordinarily, but Tyler's nuts had been through so much that the slightest touch caused immense pain

WHACK!

Right on schedule the mallet struck again WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! By now the mallet was really moving with force. It made audible whooshing sounds with each strike. Mr. Greer and Jordan were joined by Wesley and they all were stroking their cocks and moaning loudly as they looked down toward the immanent destruction.

WACK! WACK! SPLOSH!

Tyler convulsed as the mallet came down with significant force. The sound it made upon hitting the sack was a dull splat and the hammer seemed to go down further than before.

"They're popping! they're popping!" Wesley declared as he exploded a load of sticky cum that completely covered Tyler's pain contorted face.

Jizz literally dripped from the terrified student’s face as the machine sent the mallet down again

WACK!

WACK!

Tyler looked down in horror as the mallet lay waste to his nuts but they were still round. But for how long?

WACK!

"Fuck! Look how far the mallet is compressing them... Oh fuck!" Jordan could hardly finish his sentence as his body tensed and he shot several ropes of cum that painted Tyler’s face floor.

"Won't be long now!" Mr. Greet shouted as he too blew a load all over Tyler's face and chest.

The agonized swimmers face was nearly unrecognizable under the thick mask of the triple loud. His screams had been reduced to whimpers as he started to black out.

"Okay, this next hit is the last one. Maximum power!" Jordan declared. The boys breathlessly counted down

“5… 4…. 3...”

Tyler cried and begged.

“...2… 1!”

The mallet cocked back further than before and came sailing with such force it nearly flipped the mechanism that was acting as its counter weigh.

SPLOSH!

The sound was sickening. Even the five boys and Mr. Greer winced then laughed.

Tyler in his haze of panic, fear and pain was starting to go delusional. He heard his sack split open, heard the nuts splosh but didn't feel anything. Perhaps they were so beaten they were simply numb. He felt himself start to black out when he was shaken violently back to his senses.

"You did it! You passed!" Chandler said as the boys were helping him to his feet.

To his surprise he could feel his two horribly swollen, heavy balls hanging in their un-ruptured sack. He could feel the prodding hands as one of the boys was lightly squeezing both sides of the sack.

"Yup, still there, Mr. Greer." Wesley reported.

Mr. Greer nodded.

"Well Tyler, like they said we do dangerous experiments here. And it looks like you passed with flying colors."

Tyler was thoroughly confused.

SPLOSH!

"Yeah," Kevin said, holding up his phone that was looping a wet, crunching sound effect.

"I didn't pass it!"

Kevin laughed as he pulled down his pants to reveal a pair of prosthetic testicles that were dangling from around his still intact penis.

"So see, you get to help us think of all kinds of fun ways to experiment on guys," Mr. Greer said.

"Next time you should bring your buddy Zach to club with you. He's got a tight little body."

There were nods of agreement, including to Mr. Greer’s surprise, from Tyler.

Tyler, feeling woozy and overwhelmed by the revelation sat back down. Someone had produced an ice pack for him. A Tylenol and a glass of water were offered by another boy.

"You held up great, man! I knew you would. I've been eying that package for weeks, bro! And when I saw your pic in a Recon profile..." Chandler cheered on.

Ah, so that's how they knew, Tyler thought.

So a Ball Busting Club disguised as a Physics Club. These really were the absolute coolest nerds he had ever met, Tyler thought, and a wry smile crossed his face. He couldn’t wait to see what him, his new club mates and Mr. Greer could dream up to try out on his best friend Zach...

The Cup Test

The enormous face clock above the entry door of the Lawson's department store displayed a quarter to nine in the evening as it gazed out over a mostly emptied store. Shoppers leafing through racks of designer clothes and upscale home accessories seemed hardly phased when a pleasant-sounding male voice came over the intercom to announce "Attention shoppers, Lawson's will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please take final selections to a service desk for checkout. Thank you for choosing Lawson's."

Seth set the microphone back onto its pedestal from his station in sporting goods and sighed while he ran a hand through his short dirty blond hair. "What a day!" he commented patting his coworker Miranda on the shoulder.

"Yeah no kidding! I haven't even started closing out my register, or stocking housewares." She agreed.

Seth glanced around the sporting goods department, which had only one more shopper, then across the aisles to home goods, where shoppers were still comparison shopping toaster ovens and dishware sets like they had all the time in the world.

"Why don't you go help close out home goods. That line will go faster with two of you, I can close up here." 

Seth instructed Miranda who smiled and made her way toward the lingering customers. Seth was left with the last, meandering customer to tend to before he could close out his section and be done for the night. Please don't let this guy be a talker, he thought to himself as he approached the man.

"Thanks for choosing Lawson's, can you help you find something today?" Seth said as he absent mindlessly ran a hand down the front of his still neatly-pressed white dress shirt, feeling the rippling stomach muscles underneath.

The man turned and smiled broadly, holding an athletic cup in each hand. Seth couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in the man's pants as he spoke.

“I'm trying to decide between the Nut Guard X and the Ball Defender. Any suggestions?"

The man was easily 6' 9'' and his upscale khakis and tucked in business shirt, the standard attire of a Lawson's customer, did little to hide this rippling physique. Seth stammered for a bit, his eyes still fixated on the enormous bulge in the front of the man's pants, but regained his professionalism long enough to divert his gaze to the man's warm smile and hazel eyes.

"Um, well we carry only the finest sports equipment. I'm sure both would be more than sufficient to protect your... um... safety."

The man nodded, and set down the Ball Defender brand cup on the shelf. "I think anyone who uses this much flashy packaging is probably hiding something, I'll take the Nut Guard X. Will you ring me up?"

The man flashed a smile that made Seth’s heart flutter.

"Certainly, right this way."

Seth and the man, who revealed his name to be Luke during the course of their pleasantry-laced conversation, proceeded to ring up the man's purchase of the Nut Guard X and a few other pieces of sporting equipment; a top-of-the-line aluminum bat and some sports bandages.

"I hope this thing lives up to its name,"

Luke smiled holding the Nut Guard X, which had removed from the packaging, up to his ample bulge.

"I have a lot of valuable stuff to guard," he finished with a wink.

"I bet you do," Seth blurted before he could stop himself.

He could feel himself getting flush from embarrassment but couldn't stop mentally undressing the handsome middle aged man who was blatantly talking about his junk right in front of him. Luke only smiled.

"Will there be anything else sir?"

"Not yet, thank you, Seth." Luke said, his warm smile fading slightly as he turned curtly and walked toward the door, blending in amongst the throng of last minute shoppers.

The giant clock chimed 9 o'clock and Seth sighed the end of a long day. It took nearly an hour of shelf-stocking and cash register balancing before Lawson's was ready to be shut down for the night. As was customary when customers weren't around, Seth had taken off his tie and unbuttoned and untucked his shirt, revealing a white A-shirt that clung to his muscled chest. Although he was starting to sweat from the exertion of running from end to end of the giant department store carrying heavy boxes, sweeping floors and doing chores, he still smelled of the latest designer cologne a perk for working at the most upscale department store in the mall. Finally at 10:30 Seth was completely finished working and only a handful of workers were left. He turned down Miranda's invitation to join her and some of the others for an after-hour drink and made his way to his parked car. As he reached for the handle, he thought he heard someone behind him and turned just in time to see Luke standing there.

"Luke!"

Seth was relieved but confused to see a familiar face instead of the riffraff his over active mind was convinced lurked in the parking lot after hours. For a moment Luke did nothing, merely eying the tone salesman from head to toe. By now Seth was only wearing his A-shirt and jeans he had changed into.

Jeans that were purposefully several sizes too small to perfectly hug every inch of his round behind and huge balls. Seth’s outfit left little to the imagination and Luke seemed to be enjoying the view.

"I forgot to pick up one thing",

Without hesitation, Luke rammed a damp cloth into Seth's face with such force it caused Seth's nose to bleed, then everything went hazy.

Seth wasn't sure how much time had passed since he ran into Luke in the parking lot. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure what was happening. As he regained consciousness, his panicked mind quickly began assessing the situation. He was stripped naked. His legs were being forced apart by a spreader bar shackled around his ankles in a standing position, with his hands in some kind of restraint above his head. Seth was in a small, musty but well lit concrete-walled room, possibly a cellar, with a set of stairs almost directly in front of him that led to a door.

"Help! Help me!" He started shouting, although there wasn't an indication that anyone else was around The door at the top of the stairs flew open and there stood Luke. Gone were the khaki pants and professional attire. Instead he was wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and nothing else. Despite himself, Seth couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of Luke's massive pecs and rippling arms. Seth was so distracted by the sight as Luke came down the stairs, he didn't notice what Luke was carrying until he was literally inches in front of his face. By this time Seth's nine inch cock had sprung to full attention, and was brushing against the front of Luke's pants, his nuts, each the size of a large egg, hung lazily underneath.

Luke licked his lips and proceeded to drop to his knees and take Seth's cock into his mouth. With the expertise of a porn star, Luke sucked and licked Seth's engorged cock, stopping occasionally to tenderly lick each ball. Seth writhed and moaned, nearly blowing his load on the spot when Luke shoved three fingers up his tight ass.

The intense blow job lasted for only two or three minutes before it suddenly stopped. Luke stood up to face Seth, whose cock was still dripping with spit and precum, then proceeded to roughly cram Seth's package into the Nut Guard X he had purchased just hours before. Seth screamed as he thought his rock hard dick would snap like a branch under being crammed into the cup. Luke then proceeded to secure the cup in place with the bandages he'd gotten on that same shopping trip.

The terror of the situation caused Seth's cock to quickly go limp inside the cup.

"Okay Seth," Luke said, picking up the shiny new bat that had gone unnoticed.

"I really wanna finish that blow job, so I hope there'll be something left after the test."

Seth swallowed hard "Test?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna see if the Nut Guard X can really take up to twenty minutes of being pounded, like the packaging claimed."

"No please, don't" Seth's screams were cut short by the resounding thud of the bat hitting the reinforced cup. Living up to its name, the cup did a surprisingly good job defending Seth's nuts, diverting the bulk of the strike around the cup and into his thighs.

Luke seemed disappointed by the lack of any reaction from Seth indicating pain.

He took a stance like he was at a batting cage, lined up the bat so that it would hit dead on to the cup and proceeded to wail, full force, rapidly ten times. The sound of one impact had barely started to echo against the walls before the next blow, and the next.

Seth squirmed and tried in vain to close his legs. By the eighth minute, the cup must have been undergoing some kind of structural weakening because the blows were starting to manifest as a dull, but still painful, ache to his balls. Especially his now-swelling right ball.

Much to Seth's relief Luke stopped.

"Okay, ten down. Can that thing hold up for ten more."

"No, please!"

There was an audible whoosh as the bat sailed through the air twice in rapid succession, connecting directly with the cup. This time the sound it made on impact was very different. There was a slight snap. Luke's face lit up with delight and Seth's face turned to horror as they both realized what had happened. Inside the cup there was a reinforcing bar in the shape of a plus sign that must have finally given way. That extra bit of plastic that had allowed the cup to perform so well was not shattered.

"Mmm Seth. Eight more minutes to go," Luke said, savoring the look of terror on Seth's face as the young stud hung helplessly from the low ceiling, his muscles glistening with sweat.

Fifteen minutes in, the cup had cracked, and on the next it shattered like a china dish dropped on the floor. There was now nothing protecting Seth's huge dangling nuts from four more blows.

"Uh-oh!" Luke said in an exaggerated tone "I don't think those things are gonna hold out for four more minutes. Wonder which one bursts first."

Seth was crying and trying to close his legs as Luke reached out and roughly squeezed his package. The right nut was clearly more swollen and chunks of the broken plastic were now resting jagged as glass against the tender skin.

"Batter up!"

The bat made a sickening thud as it collided with Seth's package. The sound of Seth's retching was almost enough to cover up the sickening splosh as his right testicle burst. Pieces of the cup were now being forced inside the sack.

Whoosh! The bat connected again to the studs package. The left nut held up but just barely, but the sound of the plastic being broken into smaller pieces made the bat give a crunch noise on impact. The shards were laying waste to the already ruined right nut and were starting to split into Seth's once proud cock.

"Okay, time to end this test!"

Luke said, a wild glint in his eye as he unleashed a rain of destruction for the final two blows. Seth's swollen cock split like a ruptured sausage just before his enormously swollen left nut - the only remaining vestige of his once proud male essence - exploded in its sack.

Luke looked over his handy work as the studly Seth writhed nearly comatose, his liquefied package literally oozing onto the floor. Seth's body glistened and his every muscle was contorted into pain and fear, which caused his abs to ripple invitingly.

"That was fun,"

Luke commented as he proceeded to pull out his enormous cock stroke it a few times and blast copious amounts of cum onto Seth's abs and chest. As he hung, helpless and totally destroyed Seth couldn't help but smile as he realized he was finally starting to lose consciousness, a small escape from his ordeal.

"Now just one more test..." Seth thought he heard the man say as he lost consciousness.

Busting Adam’s Apples

Dennis Mallory took several moments to process what he had just been told -- you're fired. The words resonated with an acute sting, almost like he had just been diagnosed with a hideous disease.

“But why me?” he was able to compose himself enough to ask Adam, the night shift manager at Super Burger.

Adam, his expression still locked in the shit-face grin he had when he had given Dennis the news, only answered “Well…”

Adam listed a laundry list of issues he had with his middle aged worker Dennis offered counter points to every grievance and this went on for nearly a heated minute.

“...You're slow in the kitchen, and let's face it you think you're better than everyone else.” Adam shot back.

Dennis got quiet. That last bit had a little too much truth to it to be contested with a straight face. Adam smiled with smug satisfaction. It had been a precipitous three year fall from grace for middle aged old Dennis. The ink on his MBA had barely dried when he found himself promoted to a regional manager at a prestigious bank. That bank merged with another, which was purchased by a third and Dennis was able to breeze through all the transitions with only cosmetic changes to his title and virtually no cut in his pay.

But at a fateful Christmas party the CEO of what was now called Infinity Bank delivered a taped message to everyone gathered in their expensive suits that said curtly: Thank you for your service during these troubled times. Please consider this your notice that, effective immediately, your employment has been terminated. Please enjoy the rest of the evening.

It didn't take long for Dennis' lack of savings and extravagant spending during the good times to catch up to him. First went the apartment with its sweeping city views, then the sports car. His gym membership couldn't be renewed, his personal trainer and chef weren't paid and soon his twelve pack abs decayed into a six pack, then just hardly noticeable though but he was hardly flabby. Job offers were scarce and his business network consisted mostly of people who were laid off themselves or were barely clinging to a job.

And now here he was three years later and he had been reduced to working evenings at the Super Burger fast food restaurant. Despite everything, Dennis couldn't help but let the occasional 'better than you' attitude creep into his interactions with the other workers, people he would have looked down on with scorn just a few years ago. This was especially true for Adam. Adam was the night shift manager, a stocky 20-something with only a highschool education who seemed to take special delight in bossing around the over-educated Dennis. When Super Burger was feeling the pinch and the store manager had asked each shift manager to pick one person they could 'do without', Adam - without hesitation - picked Dennis.

Dennis turned to leave the tiny office and headed into the kitchen. Not wanting Adam to get the best of him, he agreed that he would finish up the rest of his shift that ended at ten. The restaurant was particularly sparse that night, so the crew spent a lot of time chatting and goofing off. Per usual, Adam went into great detail about how he was going to have fun with his latest girlfriend of the week.

Through Adam's boasting, Dennis didn’t even catch a name, just that Adam was planning on having her over that night for pizza, a movie and 'a whole lot of big, big fun’, he joked as he placed a large wooden spoon in front of his crotch and proceeded to stroke the handle.

Dennis sliced tomatoes at a nearby work station - making it obvious he didnt' want to be a part of the group - as he watched Adam masturbating by proxy. Adam was a hulking young man, just shy of six

feet tall with broad shoulders and a broad chest. He was built like a line backer, beefy but not particular muscular. Large but not fat, he had a boyishly handsome face which was topped off with a mess of jet black hair.

Dennis eyed him with rage as he his mind roiled in how to exact revenge on the cocky Adam who had totally finished Dennis' years long fall from grace. In his absentmindedness, Dennis had gotten too

heavy handed with some of the tomatoes turning them into tomato goo instead of slices... his eyes darted from the table to Adam. From the table to Adam's heavy thighs. From the table to the slight bulge in Adam's pants. Then Dennis had an idea.

He put down the knife and joined the group, justifying his sudden attitude shift by making a lame joke about how if it was the last night for him, he might as well have fun. Dennis proceeded to chat up Adam and the others, being sure to take careful mental note of everything concerning Adam's evening plans...

Closing time couldn't have come soon enough. Dennis left early, standing across the street in an empty parking lot, trying to blend in with the shadows. As he predicted, by the time eleven rolled around everyone had left except Adam who was still cleaning the kitchen that Dennis had left a mess in a final act of defiance. By 11:30, Dennis felt his heart quicken as the enormous yellow smiley face sign of the restaurant went out.

Adam was closing up shop. A few minutes later the dining room lights went out and through the silent night Dennis heard a jangling of keys as Adam locked the doors behind him and started walking away. Dennis knew Adam must have lived nearby, since he never drove a car and usually left after the buses stopped running, so he followed an inconspicuous distance behind. The trek lasted through several darkened blocks until Adam disappeared into the doors of his apartment building. Dennis waited a few moments, and then gave the doors a tug and, as expected, they were locked.

He pulled out his phone and pretended to be having a conversation across the street to avoid suspicion of anyone who might see him standing outside. It did not take long for a little white car with a rumbling engine to pull up and a blonde pizza boy to hop out Adam nonchalantly approached him and waved.

“Excuse me, is that pizza for Walker? Adam Walker?”

The boy checked the ticket “Yes...”

“Oh, how funny! I'm a friend of his and it might be funny if I pretended to be the pizza guy...”

Dennis slipped two fifty dollar bills into the teenager's hands and with a wink, took the pizza. The boy smiled, shrugged and turned to go back to his car when Dennis coolly yanked the delivery boy’s logo emblazoned ball cap.

The boy looked confused, but realizing he had just pocketed a one-hundred dollar tip, shrugged off the lost hat, smiled and got into his car.

Dennis waited a moment as the car disappeared. He looked down at the slip, noted the apartment number and rang the buzzer. There was click and the glass door was unlocked. Dennis darted inside and made his way to unit Adam’s sixth floor unit. He took the stairs, hoping the trip to the sixth floor would help calm down his now pounding heart. It didn't.

When he arrived at the door he knocked tilting his head down slightly so that only the pizza logo on the hat would be visible through the peep hole. The door opened and, as Dennis had hoped, a petite young woman stood in the doorway purse in hand.

“That'll be, um...”

Dennis stammered, then before the women knew what was happening, he proceeded to ram the hand he was holding the pizza box toward her. She only managed to get out a small yelp before the box smashed into her face, followed quickly by Denis’ fist. She fell to the floor in a slump. That was easier than he had anticipated... He knelt down to check on her and she was still breathing soundly. Good, he thought. He didn’t want to add murder to the list of chargers he knew he was about to rack up...

“Hey Babe! What's the hold up?”

Dennis heard Adam calling from the other room in a half-joking, half-demanding tone. And this was the part of the plan Dennis had been dreading. He stepped over the girlfriend’s body and reached for a heavy floor lamp. He unplugged it quietly and made his way into the room where Adam was.

“What the!” Adam barely got out before the business end the lamp collided with his head.

Dennis watched as Adam staggered backward falling to one knee in a mix of confusion and pain. Not wanting the larger man to get any kind of advantage, Dennis proceeded to wail on Adam with the lamp until is heavy metal body was badly deformed. He looked around frantically for any kind of weapon and found a vase which he broke over the struggling Adam's head. Adam bloodied and dizzy, lunged for Dennis with surprising agility, but Dennis easily side stepped him. Adam's full weight barreled head first into a large flat panel TV which toppled with a crash.

Adam fell on his stomach, sprawled spread eagle in top of the now destroyed TV. His ribs were bruised as he had come crashing through the shelves of the TV stand. Dennis stood over him for a moment, enjoying the scene as Adam groaned in pain. He then cocked his foot back, took careful aim and sent his steel-toed boot sailing between Adam's legs. He felt his foot sink into Adams' nuts and was about to strike again when Adam, in terror, flipped over and attempted to stand up. A shard of the broken plasma glass caught his leg and, while the cut was superficial was just enough of a distraction for the opening that Dennis needed to send his foot into Adam's now totally exposed crotch. He stomped several times sending Adam into a world of panic and hurt. Dennis gleamed nearly hysterical as he felt Adam's balls flattening under the merciless assault.

Adam’s pleading were ignored as Dennis gave Adam a devastating kick to the side of his head. Adam felt extremely cold all over and then extremely warm and flushed. And he passed out...

Adam slowly came to. His living room was a shambles. His new flat panel and TV stand lay in ruins. The couch had been overturned in the struggle. Lamps and decor, many Dennis had turned into weapons during the pursuant struggle, lay in pieces. Despite his size, Adam had never been in any kind of physical fight, so was woefully unprepared for the savagery of Dennis' attack. The fact that Dennis' muscles were toned and conditioned, and Adam - though large - was mostly a bumbling mass, didn't help either.

It took Adam a bit to figure out what had happened. He had been out, for how long he couldn't say, and was now tied to a dining room chair against the wall so he couldn’t fall backward. His hands were tied behind his back with what felt like stereo cords and his ankles were tied to the back legs of the chair, leaving his legs spread wide open and making it impossible to close more than a tiny bit. His pants had been removed, leaving his heavy reddened testicles lying on the seat between his legs. Across the room Miranda, the girl Dennis had knocked out earlier was tied in a similar manner, facing Adam nearly head one. Only her legs weren't spread and she had kept all her clothes. She was stirring but was gagged making her attempts to scream futile.

“Ah ,Adam, I see you joined the party.” Denis said mockingly emerging from the kitchen.

“Miranda! Miranda are you okay?” Adam called out, ignoring his former worker.

Dennis was taken aback at the level of selfless concern in Adam's voice, but no matter the plan was already in motion.

“I wanted to make sure your girlfriend was here to see your cocky ego get knocked down a peg.”

Dennis eyed Adams left nut.

Adam realized where Dennis was staring as he held a large wooden spoon from the kitchen. His eyes bulged in terror and he let out a guttural scream for mercy that was a mix between the word ‘don’t’ and a primal shriek.

“Oh, we can't have that,”

Dennis said coolly as he rammed a sock so far into Adam's mouth the hunky manager was afraid he would be choked to death.

Dennis wrapped several pieces of tape to over Adam's mouth to hold he sock in place, effectively silencing the young man.

Dennis stood in front of Adam, holding the spoon firmly in his hand, and looked down. Adam's chest has heaving heavily and Adam tried desperately to lock eyes with Dennis, hoping that his pleading looks might help... Each nut was slightly smaller than an egg and they, were particularly elongated, handing loose in his sack. Dennis was sure that Adam would be 'hung like a horse' if his balls were allowed to swing freely, but resting on the chair they were two plump targets - the center of Adam's cocky self worth and manhood.

With little ceremony, Dennis brought the large wooden head of the spoon down onto Adam's left egg. Adam's eyes bugged out and watered but the gag let nearly no sound come out. The heavy chair, ironically held down by Adams' own weight, resisted any attempts to rock or tip over and the wall stopped it from tipping back. Adam was trapped and he knew it. Over and over the spoon crashed down. Left, right, left, right. Trapped against the chair, Adam's genitals had no place to hide and the chair's firm surface resisted any deformation. His balls might as well been resting on a wooden block. The full force of each blow was transferred directly into the stricken balls.

Adam could feel himself wanting to vomit as he looked down in horror as his quickly swelling and reddening sack. Dennis was silent, directing all his attention to the task at hand until CRACK! After nearly ten minutes of pounding the spoon’s handle snapped sending shards everywhere. Adam thought this would by him some reprieve. He was wrong.

Dennis sensed Adam's relief and finding it yet another sign of the cocky kid’s attitude became enraged. He dropped to his knees so that he was face level with Adam's now hugely swollen scrotum and grabbed a nut in each hand. He locked eyes with the panicked former manager as he kneaded and squeezed Adam's apples.

Dennis relished the feeling of feeling the squishy orbs as they deformed and flattened in his hands. The sack was badly swollen and turning from red to nearly purple but the orbs seemed to be at a point where they were going to resist any further deformation. Try as he might Dennis' fist, while digging painfully into the bulging balls, wasn't able to make them yield any more of their shape. Adam writhed and screamed, his eyes bulged and sweat ran in beads off his forehead. The pits of his T-shirt were drenched with sweat and his breathing had become fast and erratic.

His black hair was matted to his forehead and his head was thrashing back and forth so violently Dennis was afraid he might break his own neck but he kept squeezing.

“Damn it!” Dennis shouted.

Although they were starting to lose some of their firmness, Adam's gonads were proving harder to 'pop' than internet stories had lead Dennis to believe they would be. They, like their arrogant owner, probably thought they were invincible.

Dennis stood up and looked down into Adam's lap. His balls had swollen to be larger than a grade-A egg each. The sack was tight with swollen tissue and blood. This penis, only a few inches flaccid, was bruised and hung lazily to the size. It was incredibly thick, even when soft, so it hadn't been able to escape the bulk of the blows.

Adam looked up with pleading, crying eyes. His screaming had returned to muffled pleas for mercy. He knew his balls couldn't take much more of this and seeing how Dennis had already used a pizza box, a lamp and a spoon as near-deadly weapons he knew it wouldn't take Dennis long to turn some everyday object into the tools of his manhood's destruction.

“Oh yes, werent' you going to take your little bitch up to the roof

to light some fireworks.” Dennis said.

He took several steps back to be standing near Miranda, who was frantically crying.

“Oh yeah. That's right. He calls you his little bitch. His stupid whore.”

He grabbed Miranda by the hair, kneeling to talk with her face to face.

He slapped her hard with the back of his hand across the face. She screamed through her gag as she saw him readying for another blow, but he paused. He had no qualms with her. He just wanted to be sure she had front row seat when the meat dangling between her boyfriends legs - his most virile testament to being a man, the objects that gave him the 'right' to call her his 'little whore' - were turned to meat sauce.

Dennis turned to see that Adam had become much more hysterical. Dennis got an evil glint in his eye as he drew his fist back and again struck Miranda in the side of the head. She seemed to black out slightly. He drew his hand back again.

“Mmph! Nmmph! Nmmp! Phmmp!” Adam tried to call out.

The flow of tears streaming from his eyes picked up. No amount of ball pain thus far had elicited such a strong reaction from Adam as seeing his 'little slut' get beaten.

“You want me to stop?”

Adam shook his head 'yes' frantically and closed his eyes.

Dennis stepped away from a now dazed Miranda, past Adam who, he gave a swift stomping kick to the nuts to, and out of the room. Dennis was gone for several minutes and Adam could hear that his apartment was being ransacked. Adam tried to get loose from this chair but couldn't. 

Dennis returned holding a plastic bag and a souvenir baseball bat that had been hanging up in a glass shadow box in Adam's room. Adam looked in terror and knew that in mere moments the 1932 autographed maple bat was going to be used for a different kind of baseball. 

“Batter up!” Dennis shouted with maniacal glee as the bat sailed through the air with an audible whoosh.

Adam watched in what seemed to be slow-motion as the bat came crashing down onto his bloated ball bag. The initial impact was sickening and Adam felt himself gagging on puke. He quickly swallowed back down, lest he choke to death, and could feel in agonizing detail as his nuts flattened. The bat was raised and slammed down again. This time the bat sunk into his ball meat slightly further than before. The bat was raised again…

SLAM

The time between blows just wasn't enough for his battered swollen nards to recover from and he knew it. With each blow the bat sank further into the mount of manhood. Adam knew that the membranes and structures of his testicles weren't going to be able to resist the inevitable much longer.

His chest heaved and he struggled futilely as the bat came down a final time. His left nut was at its absolute limit. The bat sank so far into Adam's sack that the whole thing was compressed to less than an inch thick. This was it. Dennis knew it. Adam knew it. Adams' balls had taken so much abuse that they were starting to lose their ability to stay round.

Dennis locked eyes with Ada,, enjoying the look of absolute fear, and let the bat sail. Once. Twice... Five times. Dennis tossed the bat aside and knelt down. Adams nuts, once swollen round orbs, were considerably flatter looking. An examination with his hands, squeezing and tugging, however, revealed that the nuts hadn't 'popped' like he expected. By this point, Dennis thoroughly expected that the only thing left of Adam's balls by this point would be a chunky, lumpy mass in his sack.

But while the core tissues of his balls had clearly been deformed, they were still solid orbs in his sack. No way, Dennis thought. No way, he was going to let this little prick walk way with anything resembling a pair of nuts between his legs.

“Oh forget this!” Dennis screamed almost hysterically.

He pounded his fist down like a hammer onto Adam's left nut several times. On the last time Dennis was sure he felt that ball give out. It was definitely no longer firm like the other. Another five full force pounds confirmed his theory. Adams huge left nut had finally burst in the sack. With half of Adam's manhood ruined, Dennis decided to make quick work of the other half.

Adam had passed out when his left testicle had ruptured, but was awakened by a hard slap to the face and a whiff of smelling salts Dennis had fished out of the medicine cabinet.

“Oh no you don't! I found your little rooftop entertainment package.” Dennis said to a clearly groggy Adam.

From across the room Miranda shrieked so loudly it was almost discernible through her gags. Adam looked down in time to see what she was screaming at. Dennis had found the bag of fireworks that Adam and Miranda were going to set off from the roof had pulled one of them out of the bag. Adam couldn't tell what it was, just that it was somewhat flat, about the size of a deck of cards and felt fairly dense. He could feel this because - to his horror - his nearly ruined nut sack was resting on top of the firework!

The fuse was the only thing visible poking between his legs. Dennis had taken care to position Adam's thoroughly battered cock so that it lay on top of this balls instead of to the side. He didn't want Adam's little friend to miss out on the show.

Adam's sack, bloated and swollen and now blue-black rested on top of the firework, the left side of the sack flattened and mushy, almost seemed to form around the shape of the firework like putty.

“Here we go, asshole!” Dennis mocked lighting the fuse.

Adam tried desperately to shake the chair, trying to dislodge the bomb. But his beaten nuts were now so heavy, so dense, and such utterly dead weight that they held the bomb tightly in place.

Dennis took a few steps back as he watched the show. He made sure that he was slightly to the side so that Miranda could have a front row seat to the gruesome end of Adam's tools. Adam moaned and

pleaded and writhed and his chest heaved but Dennis wasn't going to save him. The fuse disappeared slowly under Adam's balls. Just seconds to go.

“OH SHIT!” Adam thought, staring straight down into his lap as the fuse reached the bomb.

BO – SPLOOSH – OOM

Adam's face was plastered with blood, and bits of ball flesh as the bomb exploded outward and upward. Adam was in such shock and disbelief that his face and head were frozen in terror. An oozy substance, likely what was left of his left testicles was dripping down his face. This cock head had been thrown upward, landing briefly on the top of Adam's head before rolling to the floor. Adams' shirt was covered in the remains of his once proud manhood.

The explosion had liquefied Adam's testicles. His cock was blown into meaty chunks. Bits of the scrotum flew through the air. In a colorful explosion of firework sparks, the gooey nuts, skin flakes and chunks of penis exploded all about. Dennis couldn't help but get rock hard as he felt globs of the gooey substance that was once Adams' large swinging nuts splatter all over him. Specks even hit his face.

How do ya' like that, Dennis thought, this young kid thought he was so fucking invincible and superior because of his hulking statures and powerful manhood, and now that manhood was literally dripping off his face. There was nothing resembling the once beefy balls between Adam's legs.

Dennis ran to the kitchen, not even noticing Adam as he convulsed and lost consciousness and grabbed a knife. Wielding it, he ran back to Miranda who was sure her throat would be slit. Instead he quickly cut her loose and threw the phone at her.

“Get him help,” Dennis instructed as he darted out of the apartment.

He would prefer that Adam survive this ordeal so that he would have to go through the rest of his life ball and cockless, reliving the horrible image of watching his manhood explode into gore over and over. However, if Adam did happen to die... at that point he simply didn't care. He turned back once more to see a frantic Miranda applying pressure to stop the bleeding with one hand while holding the phone with the other, and disappeared out of the apartment.

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