Candy & Nuts

Lance and Eric had met after exchanging messages on a fetish site. Twenty-two year old Eric was a somewhat tall, slim young man who barely tipped the scales at one-hundred forty pounds. Lance was the polar opposite, a beefy six-ten hulking jock who easily towered over him but the one place Eric had Lance bested was below the belt. The lanky young man sported two massive oblong testicles and a thick uncut cock that usually drooped lazily over them. They would have looked massive on Lance's larger frame but on Eric, they looked comically disproportionate. 

Their meetings started off relatively vanilla with Lance grabbing one of Lance's nuts in each hand squeezing, pressing his thumbs into the remarkably firm organs until he was rewarded with a squeal. Slaps turned into punches. Knees morphed into violent kicks. The relatively gentle squeezing of their earlier sessions had become membrane-rupturing double-fist squeezes as Lance poured all of his energy into a single nut, crushing it between his calloused hands.  

By now it was normal for Eric's sack to become swollen and purple after every run in with the increasingly sadistic Lance. And Eric loved it. Once Eric had removed the safety device from Lance's ball crushing vice - which meant it could compress to zero closure. Lance took Eric's nuts to the brink of bursting open and spewed a hands free load into his jeans as his hand continued on the crank. Lance simultaneously blew the largest load he had ever shot in his life as he passed out, convinced that his nuts were history.

It had been a couple of weeks since a particularly wild session left Eric's bloated sack covered in welts and the rubber head of Eric's trusty mallet thoroughly well-used. The affair left Eric aching - literally - for more so he was beyond excited when Lance invited him over Christmas Eve for what he described as a particularly brutal session with a sweet surprise.

"You ready to have your chestnuts cracked?" Lance said only half-joking when Eric had arrived before grabbing him by the collar and forcing him into the kitchen.

Eric quickly stripped naked whilst Lance only took off his jeans and underwear, leaving on his ugly Christmas sweater that had a nutcracker doll design knitted into it. It was as fitting as it was festive.

"So what's this surprise?" Eric asked.

The look of semen-destroying lust in Lance's eyes was getting Eric hard and his cock started to rapidly swell. Lance smiled as he motioned for Eric to sit on the large kitchen island with his heavy nuts resting on the cold butcherblock surface. The counter was covered with bowls that appeared to be full of cooking ingredients, but Eric didn't have a chance to examine them in detail before Lance had secured Eric's ankles to the legs of the island before expertly crisscrossing Eric's thighs and legs with rope, knotting them around the legs of the counter until Eric's legs were firmly preyed open. Eric got harder as Lance roughly secured his arms behind his back.

Eric was effectively immobilized with his tough big eggs at Lance's mercy and Eric wouldn't have had it any other way. Lance stepped back to admire his handiwork. Eric's legs were being ripped wide open by the ropes, stopping him from closing his skinny legs and keeping Lance's favorite toys on full display. He picked up a mallet from the table  and held it up to Eric's face. 

Eric's cock jumped as he braced himself for impact. Lance reared his arm all the way back and sent the mallet sailing into Eric's sack, instantly flattening them onto the surface. Eric's eyes crossed and he let out a gasp, then a scream as Lance sent the mallet down again. Just as quickly as the assault had started Lance set the mallet down stood eye to eye with Eric.

"You know what my favorite food is? Dessert!" Lance began.

"You wouldn't know it from this body, but I love sweets. Candy, cakes, all of it." 

Lance ran his strong hands over his form-fitting sweater to show his sculpted upper body, the result of years of nutritional discipline. Except, Eric would find out, around the holidays.

"Yeah, I absolutely love the stuff, especially when it's fresh."

Lance gave an aroused, if a little confused, Eric a wink as he made his way over to his stove. There was a pot boiling away though Eric couldn't tell what was in it but it was filling the kitchen with sweet, sugary aromas

"This isn't quite ready yet," Lance announced as he walked back toward Eric.

"The best kinds of nuts to use for dessert are big, crushed ones,"

Eric smiled as Lance picked up a meat tenderizer and placed the spiked side gently on top of Eric's left nut. Eric inhaled deeply as Lance began gently yet rapidly tapping his nut, gradually building up the pain until he could just start to feel it in his guts. 

"Mmm.. yeah," Eric moaned.

Lance switched to Eric's right nut, rapidly tapping it and increasing the pressure until it was a steady dull ache. Most men would have been blubbering by now, but for Eric this was just a warm up.

"Crème brûlée is my favorite," Lance started as he pounded Eric's right nut harder and harder.

"That hard, sugary topping,"

Lance was now slamming the tenderizer down, alternating nuts with each blow, getting hard as he felt Eric's boys compress violently against the counter top. Lance set down the mallet and picked up a bowl of a yellowish thick substance. He dipped his finger into it and took a taste.

"Delicious! The base of a crème brûlée, my own recipe. Wanna' taste?"

Lance dipped his finger back in and went to let Eric lick it off before pulling it away at the last minute.

"Not so fast. The caramel topping is the best part!" Lance chuckled.

He used his fingers to rub Eric's slightly swollen nuts with a thin layer of crème. Before Eric had fully realized what was happening, Lance had fetched a bowl of sugar and a culinary torch from the ingredients scattered on the table and had coated Eric's nuts with a generous coating of sugar which was clinging to the yellowish crème. Eric's nuts looked like two fat little dessert balls.

"Now my favorite part,"

Lance lit the small torch tauntingly close to Eric's face. Eric's mind started to race, they had only played around with pain a couple of times and...

"Holy fuck! Holy fuck!"

Before Eric could finish the thought, Lance had crouched down and was now slowly moving the flame over his ball bag. Though the flame was barely making contact it really didn't need to since the heat was intense enough to blast through his nuts like a knife. Eric howled as his balls instantly turned red under the yellow crème and quickly crystalizing sugar. Thought it had felt longer, it took Lance less than a minute to melt the sugar into a thin, hard brownish crust that shimmered in the light. Eric's balls really did look like festive sugary treats. They were swollen, so looked even bigger against the counter, and were now covered in crème and caramelized, glittering sugar.  Though the flame was long gone the pain was still radiating intensely through his half-baked sack.

Lance got on his knees and stuck out his tongue, slowly licking the hard candied shell. This close up, Eric's sugar plums were extra massive, dominating Lance's field of view. Lance's recipe truly was delicious, but he only got in a few licks before standing to his feet and grabbing the mallet.

"That was my first recipe, but I'm really in the mood for something chocolatey." 

Without warning Lance sent the mallet crashing into Eric's nuts, compressing them both into a wafer-thin patty. Eric let out a guttural scream and his legs instinctively tried to close despite his cock staying steely hard and out of the way. Eric's nuts were deforming dangerously with each blow which was made all the more painful by the fact that they were still reeling from the heat. Mixed in with the normal squashing sound of Eric's meaty nuts being pulverized was the added crunching and cracking of the candy shell breaking apart and the wet sloshing of the thin, burned layer of crème as it splattered Eric's thighs and cock. Once Lance was confident every last bit of caramelized sugar had been broken off - a torturous process that lasted nearly ten minutes - he again set down the mallet. Eric's screams had almost drowned out the sound of a high pitch kitchen timer.

"Ah, right on time!" 

Lance headed to the stove and came back with a small pot full of bubbling brown liquid.

"I absolutely love chocolate,"

"Aaaah!"

Eric threw his head back and wailed as Lance slowly poured a small amount of melted chocolate onto his nuts, covering them both evenly before applying another layer. Unlike melting wax, which was hot on contact but instantly hardened and cooled, the boiling chocolate stayed hot much longer, wrapping Eric's nuts in an unbearably warm hug. Unfortunately most of the liquid chocolate was ending up on the counter and Lance wasn't getting the nice presentation he had envisioned. In his mind he thought Eric's big nuts would look like oversized, perfectly coated truffles. Instead the chocolate was unevenly applied and sloppy.

"I have a better idea," 

Lance headed back to the stove and got the liquid boiling again, which gave Eric a slight reprieve. It was very slight. Acting quickly, Lance headed back to Eric, crouched between his legs, picked up Eric's nuts and plunked the danglers off the edge of the table, right into the still roiling chocolate. Eric's eyes crossed and he was so overwhelmed he only let out a horse scream as Lance waited a few moments before pulling the pot out from below. Eric's balls were now thoroughly coated and the chocolate quickly hardened into a semi permanent shell.

Lance put Eric's nuts back on the counter then placed several shelled walnuts all over them, letting each one stick to the chocolate. He took the mallet and hovered it over Eric's battered, heated junk.

"I think I want crushed nuts,"

CRUNCH CRUNCH

Eric screamed and writhed as Lance crushed his chocolate covered treats into the counter so hard he was convinced that the walnuts wouldn't be the only things cracking. The walnuts were pulverized, along with most of the chocolate shell, but Lance didn't care. He was unleashing a wave of rapid, powerful blows onto Eric's balls that were making his head spin, but through it all his cock stayed rock hard. After he was sure the walnuts - and Eric's nuts - had been ground thoroughly, Lance set the mallet down and examined his work. He crouched down between Eric's legs and took both of Eric's balls in his mouth. Eric couldn't help but moan as he felt the jock's warm mouth on his nuggets. Lance's cheeks bulged like a chipmunk and he smiled as the chocolate started to melt in his mouth. He rolled Eric's oversized nuts around in his mouth as best he could before chomping down on them. Hard.

Eric shrieked as Lance's molars sank into his fleshy nuts with annihilating force. So much pressure applied on the relatively small surface area covered by Lance's teeth was unbearable. As Lance licked and chewed Eric's balls clean, Eric thrashed and pleaded. Finally it was over. There was a loud pop from the loss of suction as Lance finally released Eric's balls. They were covered with bright red imprints of Lance's teeth, but were mostly free of chocolate.

Eric panted as Lance gathered up the ingredients for the next sugary course.

"I love chestnuts, especially this time of year,"

Lance placed two small whole chestnuts under Eric's balls which covered them completely. Eric knew what was about to happen and started to plead with Lance despite his throbbing cock. Instead of the meat tenderizer, Lance was using the rubber mallet with this broad, heavy head.

"First, we gotta' crack the nuts,"

CRUUUNCH

Eric thought he was going to black out. Lance had slammed the mallet into his balls so violently that one of the chestnuts shattered instantly. It was quickly replaced.

CRUUUUUUNCH CRUUNCH

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..."

CRUNCH

"...Jack Frost nipping at your nose..."

CRUNCH!

Lance casually sang Christmas songs as he shattered chestnut after chestnut through Eric's rapidly swelling nuts. Eric was hysterical, desperately trying to close his legs and Lance's blows became more powerful, far beyond anything they had done before. Chestnuts were exploding open left and right and Eric's own chestnuts were trapped in the middle, forced to absorb the ridiculous amount of force. They felt like they were both on fire yet numb at the same time and Eric started to drool as Lance's continued to wreck his manhood.

"That's right, boy, cum for me,"

CRUNCH

The closer Eric came to having a very un-Merry Christmas, the more his cock throbbed. Eric's nuts were being annihilated, and some of the membranes had already started to give way, making them imperceptivity - yet permanently - less round.

"Fuck!"

SPLOOOSH

Eric's eyes opened wide as a jet of white hot jizz rocketed from his cock just as his right nut collapsed like a failed holiday soufflé. The look of shocked horror stayed etched on his face as Lance continued slamming the mallet, though a bit more slowly, into Eric's sack. He set it down to examine the wreckage and squealed in delight as his fingers played with the multiple distinct chunks floating freely in Eric's sack. For his part, Eric was barely registering what was happening but was quickly snapped back into reality as another layer of boiling liquid chocolate was drizzled onto his nuts, making them look like big red, chocolate covered berries.

"I love chocolate covered crushed nuts,"

Lance took Eric's last whole nut between his molars and chomped. Hard.

SQUISH.