Thirty-one-year-old Zach Paulson slung his backpack over his shoulder and joined the winding line of recently deplaned passengers as they shuffled toward the customs entry checkpoint. The international arrivals hall was quite busy and Zach’s unassuming blue jeans and blue T-shirt made the short slim young man blend in with the throngs of equally-casual looking tourists waiting to get into the country. Unlike most of the other passengers on his flight, Zach was traveling solo and didn’t have a must-visit list of Estrovian tourist attractions lined up. Instead, Estrovia was the first stop on his solo tour of the continent he was determined to live the experience sans strict agenda. The glittering metropolis that unfolded under him as the plane had made its nighttime descent made him eager to freshen up at his hostile and check out the local nightlife as a fitting celebration for the start of the trip.
Despite the crowds, the customs checkpoints all seemed to be processing visitors at a decent rate and Zach was eager to get cleared and get on with his evening. He had purposefully slept on the long flight from New York’s LaGuardia so that he could hit the ground running on his very first night and excitement built as he approached his turn with the customs official.
“Next, please,” came a calm, deep voice.
Zach smiled and handed the officer his passport. The officer, a middle-aged Indian fellow who was only slightly taller than Zach, filled out the shirt of his uniform nicely and the white color was a nice contrast to the man’s bronze skin. Zach tried not to overtly stare at the handsome officer but it was a struggle; Zach always did have an attraction to men in uniform, especially uniforms that were practically painted onto fit, athletic bodies. The daydreamer traveler couldn’t see the man’s lower body behind his podium but imagined it was equally well-sculpted.
The officer stamped Zach’s passport and was about to hand it back when he reversed course and placed it back down on his desk. The green sign that read ‘OPEN’ over this particular checkpoint switched to ‘CLOSE - PLEASE USE NEXT LINE’ and the line of passengers who had been waiting behind Zach sighed and were absorbed into other lines. Now there were at least five checkpoints with winding lines leading to them and Zach standing by himself.
“No worries, Zach, computer prompted a random inspection. Can you please hand me your bag?”
Zach shrugged and handed the man his large knapsack, his only piece of luggage for the journey. No sooner than the first zipper pocket was opened than two other border agents approached the checkpoint. Like the Indian, the two other guards were wearing neatly-pressed white uniforms with Estrovian flag decals on their short sleeves. The first officer was a tall black man who seemed just as athletic as the first gentleman and right behind him was a somewhat short, but very buff Asian man who was carrying a tablet. Zach’s jaw actually dropped at the sight of the Asian man’s body, it was bulging with muscles that seemed to be straining this shirt, and his powerful torso tapered into a slightly narrow waist and thick, powerful-looking legs in this white dress pants. Both of them had utility belts with batons, radio, and other assorted miscellanea, and the black band - being the only real color against the stark white uniform - had the effect of drawing the eye to the officers’ crotches. Zach smiled at the nice bulges both of the men were sporting.
Zach casually pulled out his iPhone and began scrolling through the messages that had come flooding in whilst his phone was in airplane mode. Among the assorted ‘have fun’ messages from his friends was an automated text from his mobile carrier declaring: “Welcome to Estrovia! Enjoy your international roaming!” Zach smiled at the prospect of the fun international roaming he planned on doing in the coming weeks. Not wanting to come across as a bossy America, Zach put his phone away and stood patiently as the three officers spoke in hushed tones as the Asian officer tapped on his tablet and showed the others something. Occasionally they all would stop talking and turn to look at Zach, eyeing him suspiciously, before resuming his conversation.
Although the lettering on their name tags was quite small and probably would have been missed during a shorter interaction, over the course of twenty minutes, Zach was able to glean their names. The Indian was Officer Patel and seemed to be in charge of the situation. The black officer was named Patterson and the last fellow was Officer Lee.
Zach was starting to get nervous and his mind began to race with outlandish worst-case scenarios that could play out. What if he was denied entry and his European vacation ended before it even began?
Finally, the officers all turned and face Zach.
“Do you have anything to declare?” Officer Patel asked in a markedly less friendly tone than when he had been initially greeted.
Zach shook his head no. Officer Lee gave him a mischievous grin which vanished so quickly that Zach assumed he had been mistaken. Suddenly, all three of the officers turned their attention back to Zach’s bag, which had been set on a nearby metal table, and started opening zippers and compartments with abandon. Zach had skimmed the customs clearing process of all the countries he planned on visiting so he was confident they wouldn’t find anything offensive tucked in with his tightly-packed clothing and hygiene products.
The three officers continued pulling articles out of the bag until Officer Patterson held up a single banana, a snack Zach had grabbed at the airport lounge before departure. The officer sighed as he pointed the banana at Zach disapprovingly.
“I asked if you had anything to declare, young man,” Officer Patel barked as he just happened to be holding a pair of Zach’s underwear in his hands.
“It’s just a banana!” Zach said exacerbated as Lee pecked typed something else on his tablet.
“No agricultural products can be bought into Estrovia,” Officer Patel explained in a cold tone.
The search continued until nearly everything had been pulled out of Zach’s bag and placed on the inspection table. Inexplicably some items had been set in a separate pile, including several pairs of Zach’s underwear, some undershirts and several metal cock rings. Zach blushed as Officer Patterson pulled out a large dildo and set it on the pile followed by three small brown bottles.
“What are these?” he asked.
Still blushing, Zach answered, “They’re poppers,”
The three officers gave each other curious glances and Zach was sure he saw Patel give Lee a knowing smile, but he may have just been misreading foreign body language. Lee proceeded to type something into his tablet.
“Well it looks like you’re planning a fun visit to our country,” Officer Patel said with a wink.
Even though their slacks, Zach was sure all three of the handsome Estrovians were sporting erections, with Officer Lee’s fat cock snaking over his thigh.
“Yes, I plan on having a good time!” Zach said with a laugh trying to diffuse the tension. It didn’t work.
“These chemicals are illegal to transport into Estrovia,” Patterson began holding up one of the poppers bottles.
“To say nothing of this contraband fruit and these dangerous-looking metal rings,”
Officer Lee held up three of Zach’s cock rings and licked his lips. Zach was becoming increasingly nervous.
“And some of these look to be designer fakes. Estrovia takes intellectual property protection extremely seriously,”
Officer Patel was holding up a pair of Zach’s underwear and running his finger over the pouch in the front. Zach couldn’t help but visualize what it that would have felt like had he been wearing them... but his thoughts quickly turned to anger. The customs clearing area was now virtually empty. Somehow the passengers from multiple late-night flights from who-knows-how-many countries had been processed and sent on their way in the amount of time Zach was having to deal with three douchebags trying to turn poppers, underwear and a piece of fruit into an international incident.
“Guys, it’s just my underwear,” Zach said becoming increasingly agitated.
This was clearly a naked attempt by the Estrovian officers to fabricate a crisis out of whole cloth.
The three of them scoffed.
“Mr. Paulson, I would suggest you watch your tone. I know in America...”
Officer Patel went on to scold the increasingly irritated tourist until Zach finally snapped.
“Dude, what the fuck is the actual problem here?”
Patel was rendered silent. He turned to Patterson and Lee who - to Zach’s amazement - were openly rubbing their throbbing cocks through their uniforms, and smiled at them before turning back to Zach.
“Mr. Paulson, please come with us,”
Zach’s anger was quickly replaced with confusion and fear. What had he gotten himself into? Estrovia wasn’t some third world country. None of this made sense...
Zach was escorted away from the holding area to a small all-white room with a single metal table and one chair. The three officers filed in behind him and the door closed. Officer Lee entered a code into a keypad need the doorway and Zach heard the deadbolt click. In the upper corner of the ceiling, a security camera that had been trained on the table suddenly gyrated until it was pointing down at the floor, its red ‘record’ light fading off.
Zach sat at the table as the three guards stood across from him with their arms crossed. Even besides the fact that they were all quite athletic, they represented the full force of Estrovian law - there was no way Zach was going to turn this into some action movie where he bolted for an escape. Instead, he sat quietly feigning cool though his heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. Also, sitting at eye level with the officer’s crotches, it was now undeniable to him that all three were sporting hard-ons and they were all packing tools nearly as thick and long as their batons.
Finally, Officer Patel spoke.
“Stand up and remove your trousers,”
Zach went to argue but Patel took a step forward and puffed his muscular chest. Zach wasn’t sure which to focus on - Patel’s throbbing cock, barely contained by his uniform, his hot as hell upper body and pecs or his breathtakingly handsome face and well-styled hair. Unfortunately for Zach, all three of those aspects had gotten Zach rock hard which he had been able to hide under the table but not anymore.
Zach stood up, stepped out of his jeans as quickly as he could, and attempted to sit back down to hide the raging tent in his pants but was stopped by a quick hand motion by Officer Patterson. The build black guard walked around the table until he was standing eye to eye with Zach who was blushing as his dick made a tent in his underwear.
“So, you think you can just fly into Estrovia, break a half-dozen customs regulations and just carry on with your evening like everything is - how do you say - chill,”
Zach gasped as Officer Patterson grasped his hard cock through his shorts and started slowly stroking it. Zach moaned in pleasure as the handsome officer continued to stroke his dick faster and faster and it was all Zach could do to not lunge forward and make out with him. Meanwhile, Patel and Lee were both rubbing their own throbbing cocks through their uniforms and eyeing Zach like a piece of meat. Zach wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but he liked the direction it was going so started playing along.
“Is there going to be a cavity search, sir?” Zach moaned licking his lips.
Suddenly, Officer Patterson stopped stroking Zach’s cock and before Zach realized the mood had shifted, he felt Patterson’s strong hand abound the obvious bulge of his nuts. Zach gave him a quizzical look and his eyes crossed as the handsome black man squeezed as hard as he could. Zach’s berries were instantly compressed into an uncomfortable fraction of their normal size and Patterson’s biceps were flexing in the effort, bulging in his shirt.
Even though his cock stayed rock hard, Zach’s eyes crossed and he let out a throaty moan as Patterson ruthlessly squeezed and kneaded his throbbing nuts.
“Please... stop...”
Patterson released his grip and Zach’s hand dove into his shorts to nurse his nuts. The reprieve was short-lived as Patel approached holding his nightstick.
“Up against the wall, now!” he screamed.
Zach turned to the wall and placed his hands against it as Patel stood behind him and used his boot to kick Zach’s ankles apart. Zach obediently took the hint and spread his legs wide, unsure what was about to happen next...
"Christ!”
Zach wailed as Patel slammed his baton upward between his legs crushing his balls into his pelvis. Zach had barely registered the first hit before it was followed by another, and another. The tight pouch kept Zach’s balls perfectly in place for the assault and when Zach tried to pull his hands away from the wall he was reprimanded by a hard kick to his nuggets. He could feel in agonizing detail as Officer Patel’s boot slammed so hard between his legs that he was nearly lifted off the ground. His balls were flattened dangerously, getting flatter and flatter until they felt like they were going to burst.
Patel stepped back and let Zach sink to his knees.
“Underwear off! Now!” Patel screamed and sent his boot sailing between Zach’s legs.
CRUNCH
Zach felt his nuggets compressed again... and again... and again as Patel unleashed a volley of full-forced kicks. Zach’s nuts felt like they were on fire and he collapsed to the ground in a ball.
Lee and Patterson swooped down and hoisted him to his feet as Patel grabbed his underwear and ripped them off like an animal allowing Zach’s nuts and cock to tumble out. The men holding him spun Zach around so that he was facing the hot Indian who was fixated on Zach’s swelling nuts. Zach’s dick had shrunk down to a flaccid nub which elicited jeers from the watching men.
“Wow, and I thought it was small before,” Patel laughed as he grabbed Zach by the shoulders and slammed his knee into the frightened tourist’s nuts.
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
The impacts were so violent that the sound ricocheted through the sterile room and Zach pleaded for him to stop. Zach’s nuts were being slammed into his pelvis so hard that the muscular guards holding him struggled to keep him in place; his entire body was being shaken by the impacts on his balls. Patel finally stopped slamming his knee upward and motioned for the guards to let Zach slump to his knees.
“We have a code 74-A in progress in customs interview room A. Whose available?” Patel talked into his walkie.
Not even a second later several male voices crackled over the radio.
“I’ll be there in a minute!”
“Hang on, I’m in the office. Be right there!”
What was going on? Zach thought as he clutched his balls and shivered in anticipation of what was next. He didn’t have to wait long.
There was a pounding at the door and Lee walked over to let in three more Estrovian guards. A tall, lanky Latino who looked to be quite young entered first followed by a chubby older white man and a nerdy-looking yet tall Asian man. All of them were wearing the same white uniforms as the first three and all of them were sporting obvious erections. What the fuck, Zach thought.
“This son of a bitch is disrespecting our laws,” Patel laughed as he motioned toward Zach who was still on his knees.
"Officer Perez, I think you know the punishment for a code 74-A,” Patel grinned as he motioned for the lank Latino to stand in front of their captive.
Zach looked up pleadingly into Officer Perez’s dreamy eyes. Perez was quite lanky and seemed quite nerdy in comparison, his slim body practically swimming in his oversized uniform but one thing was obvious, he was sporting a thick cock that was at least seven inches and making a tent in his pants. Perez smiled and stood in front of Zach and Zach screamed at the sight of his heavy work boots.
“No! Please!”
Lee and Paterson wrenched Zach’s arms behind his back, leaving his dangling nuts totally exposed and Perez swiftly slammed his boot into them, lifting Zach from the ground by the impact and virtually crushing his testicles. Perez reared his leg back for another kick and Zach looked away but luckily he was stopped by the chubby older white officer placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, let Officer Collins take a turn,” Patel shouted to cheers.
Officer Collins was the oldest of the guards and was quite heavy. Unlike the others who were either swimming in too-big uniforms or bursting from the seams of form-fitting versions, Collins had a belly that flopped over his belt. He looked at Zach and grinned before squatting down and grasping Zach’s nuts - one in each hand - and squeezing. Hard.
Zach screamed and thrashed but Patterson and Lee were keeping him locked in place. Collins slowly started rising to his feet forcing Zach to do the same lest his nuts get ripped from his body. He let out a high pitched squeal as Collins gave his nuts a particularly vicious squeeze, pressing his meaty thumbs into the trapped testicles. The hefty officer’s thumbs were pressed impossibly deep into Zach’s nuts and Zach’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his screams became inane babbling.
“That ought to teach you,” the officer scoffed as we finally let go of Zach’s nuts.
Patterson and Lee let go of Zach’s arms and let him collapse to the ground where he clutched his balls and rolled around the floor. The five watching Estrovians chuckled and pointed and most of them were rubbing their bulging crotches.
“I think we oughta pop them and teach him a lesson,” Patel sneered.
Officer Perez grasped his baton and motioned like he was going to slam it into Zach’s balls. Just the thought was enough to make Zach wail in terror, much to the watching men’s delight. Suddenly Officer Patterson stopped laughing, grabbed Zach by his shaggy hair, and wrenched him to his feet. Zach’s face was frozen in terror as the hunky black officer slammed him against the wall and hovered his knee over his crotch.
“So we ought to teach you a lesson, you little prick,”
WOOOMP!
Zach’s eyes bulged out as Patterson slammed his knee four times rapidly into his crotch flattening his swollen balls into a fraction of their normal healthy girth. Before Zach could even try to cover his crotch Officer Patel stepped up.
“I swear to God if you don’t put your hands behind your back right now I’m gonna’ rupture your sack so hard the kids you’ll never have will still feel it.”
Zach shuddered and placed his hands behind his back...
CRACK!
Patel sent his heavy baton slamming into Zach’s crotch like he was hitting a baseball.
CRACK! SMASH!
"Please!"
“What do you say, gents? Should I just end it now?” Patel jeered as he continued to slam the baton into Zach’s screaming nuts.
Zach was convinced Patel was doing real damage to his boys and let out a gut wrenching scream after Patel slammed it so hard into his nuts that Patel’s powerful bicep reverbed from the blow.
Patel, Perez, and Lee took turns getting in a knee or a baton strike, one after another.
“If we ever hear of you causing trouble anywhere in Estrovia, we’re gonna find you and finish the job,”
Perez pulled a knife out of his belt holster and held it against one of Zach’s nuts. Zach was in hysterics as he felt the sharp tip of the blade pressed into his nuts. One false move and it was lights out to any plans Zach had for fathering kids, at least from his left nut.
“Hey, I have an idea,” came Patel.
He radioed something in Estrovian into his walkie and smiled. Zach wasn’t sure what had been said but whatever it was elicited a wave of laughter. It was clear they were all waiting for something to happen - perhaps Patel had radioed for another officer - and as they did so Officer Collins sauntered over and grabbed Zach by the balls, squeezing as hard as he could and glaring at Zach. Zach gasped and pleaded but the officer just kept squeezing and squeezing, Zach’s balls literally were starting to cave under Officer Collins’ thumb when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Collins released his death grip and let Zach slide down the wall as a tall, nerdy-looking Asian man entered wearing an all too familiar uniform. This guard was quite lanky but the enormous tent he was sporting in his white slacks made it clear to Zach that he might actually be the biggest guard in the room. Zach was able to glean from the others’ greeting that his officer’s name was Cooper and he was carrying a small bag.
Zach gasped as Officer Cooper pulled out the three bottles of poppers that had been in Zach’s bag, the large dildo, and a small bottle of lube. The six guards, all raging hard, turned toward Zach and he instantly realized he was about to be gang fucked.
“No! Please!”
Zach sprang to his feet and made a run for the door but was quickly stopped by the powerfully athletic Officer Patel who lunged at him and pinned him to the ground. Zach struggled to get out from underneath, but it was clear that this Indian stud was on another level of physical prowess, to say nothing of the fact that he easily weighed at least eighty pounds more than Zach and it felt to be all muscle. Under different circumstances, Zach would have delighted in being pressed under a hunky, dark-skinned man in uniform who smelled like an amazing mix of high-end cologne and masculine musk, but at this moment Zach was terrified.
“As we said, if we ever see you again, it’s bye-bye balls. Do you understand?”
Officer Patel slammed his fist into Zach’s crotch and smiled as he felt them compress and warp under his fist. Patel hoisted Zach to his feet and stood behind him, holding him upright with his nuts exposed for whatever the other five guards had planned. Officer Cooper walked up to Zach smiling, his massive cock sticking straight out inside his slacks, and put a thumb over one of Zach's nostrils whilst holding up a bottle of poppers to the other. Zach was forced to take a long hit before Cooper stepped back. Almost immediately Zach felt the euphoric rush and warm tingling overtake his body.
“You’re a regular party boy, aren’t you?”
Officer Patel nibbled at Zach’s neck and Zach’s cock instantly hardened, paled in comparison to the six men around him.
“Would be a shame if you lose your balls,”
Zach barely registered the threat before Cooper was punching him in the balls. Loud splats echoed off the sterile walls and Zach struggled to escape but the blows just kept coming.
“Stop! Please! Please!”
SPLAAAAT!
Cooper stepped aside and let Patterson step up, then Perez, then Lee, then Collins. Zach thought he was going to throw up as guard after guard took their turn on him, slamming batons, knees, fists, and boots into his rapidly swelling, purple nuts. They felt absolutely numb and markedly less firm than normal and Zach wished for the mercy of passing out. Between rounds, Cooper would force Zach to take another hit of poppers, and eventually all three bottles had been sampled. Zach found himself in the odd situation of feeling incredibly euphoric and horny from the chemical at the same time his manhood was being laid to waste. Despite the pain, Zach was getting turned off at the giant cocks surrounding him especially Officer Patel's thick, dark pole which was sticking over his waistband and pressing against Zach’s back, leaking precum like a fountain.
Finally, Officer Cooper handed Officer Patel the well-lubed dildo which he gently pressed against Zach’s asshole. The kicks, punches, and strikes kept coming and Zach screamed in pleasure and pain as he felt all ten inches of the dildo slammed into his ass.
“You’re so naughty, son. Not at all the kind of people we like coming into our country,”
Patel whispered into Zach’s ear as he sensually fucked the young man at the same time the other guards lined up to unleash even more ball pain.
The abuse went on until Zach thought he was going delirious with the conflicting impulses of pain coming from his balls and extreme pleasure coming from his prostate when Patel suddenly stopped, pulled out the dildo, and motioned for the other guards to step back.
Zach slumped to his knees clutching his hideously swollen junk as the six officers stood over him. By now, Patel, Lee, and Perez had stopped rubbing though their pants and just pulled their dicks out of their pants, stroking them in Zach’s face as the others kept their own throbbing tools in their uniforms.
Officer Patel hovered his cock over Zach’s face for a moment and Zach opened his mouth as far as it would, eager to take in all eight, thick uncut inches but just before the hooded cap of Officer Patel’s cock entered Zach’s waiting mouth the officer reared his leg back and sent it flying into Zach’s crotch.
CRUUUUNCH!
Zach nearly passed out. The pain was like nothing he had ever experienced and his brain was equally confused by the fact that it was occurring at the same time he had been bursting from the excitement of sucking the officer’s fat cock.
As Zach rolled on the ground, the officers put their dicks away and Officer Collins got on his knees to whisper into Zach’s ears.
“If we ever see you again, boy, we will finish what we started,”
“Yeah, we’ll flatten your balls to nothing,” Perez chimed in.
“Make them go ‘pop’,” came Patterson
“I can read the headline now; ‘belligerent tourist seriously injured in airport security scuffle'. And who are they going to believe?”
Officer Patel finished by pointing to his shiny badge.
“Now get dressed, inspection is over,”
He threw the poppers and thoroughly used dildo at Zach and chuckled as everyone but him filed out of the cell. After he was dressed, Zach stood face to face with the ridiculously handsome Indian soaking in the sight of his chiseled body and devastating good looks. Despite everything that had just happened, Zach secretly hoped that Patel would bend him over the table and fuck his brains out or push him to his knees and skull fuck him until the officer’s thick load splattered his stomach. Instead, Officer Patel leaned in and whispered.
“If we ever, ever see your skinny ass again, it’s lights out for your family tree,”
CRUNCH!
Patel slammed his baton once more into Zach’s crotch smiling as he gave him ample time to clutch his junk and process the blow before motioning toward the door.
“So, Mr. Paulson, that wraps up our inspection, I apologize for the delay,”
Patel snapped back to the same cheery tone he first used at the checkpoint.
Zach cautiously made his way toward the door, convinced Patel was going to slam a fist or a baton into his balls as he passed by. Instead, Patel smiled and nodded politely. The juxtaposition was jarring.
“Welcome to Estrovia, enjoy your stay,”
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The rest of Zach’s night was relatively uneventful, though it would have been difficult for anything to have topped the situation at the airport. Zach discretely nursed his throbbing balls through his shorts on the taxi ride to his hostile but by the time the car pulled up to the bland looking building excitement had canceled out the pain. Though it wasn’t particularly glamorous, the hostile was situated just a short walk from the city’s nightlife district, so close in fact Zach could hear wafts of pop music drifting in the still night air.
He quickly checked in, found his bunk and changed into an outfit appropriate for an evening out; skinny jeans, a red polo shirt and his favorite metal cock ring to make his package sit up and create a noticeable bulge in his slacks. A few of his hostile-mates gave him curious glances as he made his way out, including an adorable pair of friendly Italian backpackers who Zach thought would make a perfect end cap to his evening should things not work out at the bar.
Zach had sampled a generous amount of local beer by midnight and was wandering the bar district in a drunken, but good natured, stupor. No one in the bustling street paid any attention to a drunk young man whistling and walking slightly sideways. Eventually the perpetual music and crowds began to thin as the entertainment district began to turn into a quintessential Estrovian city center with closed up shops and darkened windows. Zach was about to turn around and head back toward the action when he noticed a barely lit sign in what at first looked to be a darkened bar. It was the Prism.
Zach’s eyes lit up as he headed toward the hole in the wall establishment. Prism was an older, less chic gay bar than the night clubs he had checked out earlier but its quaint description online had caught his attention whilst he was planning his trip and now he was coincidentally standing right outside. Without ado, Zach let himself in.
Prism was a dimly lit, narrow bar with a long ornate bar running along one wall and a smattering of tables and chairs in the middle. He could make out a pool table and some old fashioned pinball machines in the back. Zach made his way to the bar and ordered a drink from the young bartender who was wearing only a leather harness and tight white underwear.
As he sipped his cocktail, Zach took a moment to size up the thin crowd. There were only two other patrons in the bar and the bartender was paying more attention to his phone than anything going on at the bar. By now, Zach was quite drunk so was going to take a minute to just sit at the bar to give his spinning head a minute to reorient, that’s when he heard the door open and the bored bartender looked up from his phone and gave the patron a bright smile.
“Daniel! The usual?”
“Yeah, thanks man,” came a familiar sounding voice.
Zach turned expecting to see one of the guys he had danced or made out with earlier in the night walking in and was stunned to see that Daniel was none other than Officer Perez from the airport and he was followed closely by Officer Cooper, whom Zach picked up in their banter with the bartender was named Wesley. Zach hardly recognized them out of uniform. Perez was wearing super tight jeans that showed off his sculped butt and no shirt showing off his lanky, tanned torso. Cooper was only wearing grey slacks and a leather harness over his skinny torso.
After finishing his drink with a single swallow, Zach slammed down his glass and turned to them. The bartender, Perez and Cooper stopped and turned to Zach in confusion and for several moments the two officers looked at Zach in confusion before both of their faces lit in realization.
“It’s that punk from earlier,” Perez chuckled.
"Didn’t we tell you not to show your face around town?”
Zach snorted.
“It’s a free country,”
“Yeah, it’s our free country. You’re a fuckin’ tourist. A cocky one at that,” Perez chuckled.
“Is this the dude you were telling me about?”
The bartender licked his lips and gave Zach a thorough looking over.
Zach had a bad habit of losing all inhibition after only a drink or two and he was well beyond that at this point. He puffed out his chest and stared down the two handsome guards.
“Not so tough now without your badge, are ya?”
Zach flicked Perez’s right pec where the emblem had been on his uniform. Before Perez could respond the door opened and everyone turned to look at Lee and Patel came in holding beers and laughing as if they’d just finished talking about something hilarious. They were both casually dressed and clearly drunk as they approached Perez and Cooper with open arms.
“Man, what a crazy night! I could use another drink!”
Lee set his beer bottle down and the bartender quickly replaced it.
“Yeah, no shit. Those New York passengers were the worst, especially that scrawny little bitch...”
Patel’s sentence was cut off with a gasp as his glassed over eyes finally registered that the apparently random bloke at the bar was indeed ‘that scrawny little bitch’.
“Jesus! All of Estrovia to roam around and you come to our spot!”
Zach scoffed. These guys had a lot of nerve.
“Your spot? I don’t see your name anywhere, little dick,”
Patel’s nostrils flared.
“What did you call me?”
“Little dick. Little Dick the Rental Cop. Estrovia’s dumbest!”
Zach laughed at his dumb joke as the four guards stood looking at him in annoyance. Finally Cooper spoke up.
“Look, dude. Just get out of here, we don’t want any more trouble...”
Zach’s eyes opened wide with indignation and he hopped out of his barstool and walked right up to Cooper. Even though he was quite skinny, Cooper still had some decently-defined muscles under his chest harness and even without Zach was vastly outnumbered but he was too shit faced to care.
“That’s too fucking bad, officer, because actually I would like some payback for all the trouble you didn’t mind making at the airport,”
Zach’s breath could have ignited a torch. Suddenly the four realized that it might actually be a row to have a bit of fun with the drunk, ignorant tourist on their own turf. Zach continued to berate them with this fists clenched at his sides, Patel and Perez stood ready to knock him out cold if Zach’s rambling insults became anything violent.
“I bet you think you’re tough stuff, you Indian sack of shit. All of your ‘roided up muscles to distract from your tiny little package,”
Zach placed a hand on Patel’s tight shirt and ran his hand down his tone abdomen stopping with his finger over his crotch. The muscular guard scoffed as his friends laughed.
Next Zach turned to Perez who was quite enjoying the show.
“And you, pipsqueak! I see you’re tough shit with your entourage but take away your baton and I’d whoop your nerdy ass!”
The increasingly agitated Zach lifted his fist like he was going to punch Perez in the face prompting Lee to grab his arm. Zach snapped his arm back freeing it from Lee’s purposefully light grasp which Zach misinterpreted as a sign of his own strength. Loaded with hubris he continued grabbing Lee’s arm and feeling up his powerful bicep.
“Wow! All those muscles and you can’t even hold my arm down. Fucking loser,”
Zach released his grip and turned back to Patel. He continued to trash talk them, claiming that they had only picked on him because they had felt his cock during the airport screening and were jealous by its massive size. Everyone was too amused to correct Zach; there hadn’t been any airport pat down and his cock had actually stayed shriveled and soft the whole time. The insults escalated until Zach literally slapped Patel across the face, unknowing that he nearly set off a chain reaction that would have made the situation in the interrogation room seem like child’s play. Finally though, Patel had enough and pulled out his mobile and sent a single group message to a Facebook chat ominously titled ‘Hell Raisers’. Zach took notice and chuckled.
“Who are you calling? Your mommy? Is your bitch mom going to come save you? Tiny dick sack of shit,”
The insults had started off almost comical but now it was as if Zach was purposefully trying to provoke a response and was taking several literal pot shots at all four of them, punching them in their stomachs and crotches with sloppy, poorly aimed blows. The scene was becoming so fraught that the other two patrons quietly slipped out of the bar leaving Zach alone with the four security guards and the bartender.
“Dude. If you hit me one more time...” Cooper started.
“You’ll what, string bean? You fucking tall nerdy motherfucker. Yeah your dick is alright but not compared to my monster. Is that why you’re jealous you yellow bastard,”
The watching group gasped at Zach’s nakedly racist insult.
“Whoa, whoa. Not cool man...”
“Isn’t there a taco truck you should be running?” Zach laughed pointing at Perez.
“I was raised in London you ignorant fuck,”
Zach continued making fun of them and declaring that his was the biggest dick in the bar until the door swung open and several people filtered in. Zach turned to them and laughed. Hard. Pointing and laughing as if the circus had just rolled in.
It was the other two officers from the interrogation room who had responded to Patel’s text. Patterson walked in wearing a leather vest and leather pants and Collins followed right behind him in baggy jeans and a harness over his beefy, hairy torso. Zach’s eyes were immediately drawn to the man’s large belly that was hanging over the waist of his jeans and he quipped about how Collins should be banned from walking around without a shirt.
Collins and Patterson walked up to the group and Zach found himself surrounded. The situation was grim but he was too drunk to care, instead spewing insults and going on about how much better the was than the rest of them and how his massive cock blew theirs out of the water.
“...I’d whip it out now and get hard for you but I don’t want Hungry Hippo over hear to try and take a bite!”
Zach jabbed Officer Collins in the belly and laughed as it jiggled.
“It’s like Jello! Do you have Jello in Butt-rovia?”
That was the last straw.
“That’s it!”
Patel slammed his fist into Zach’s gut instantly silencing his laughter and making him double over.
“Is the best you could do you piece of garbage! No wonder you’re a throw-away-cop... Oomph!”
Zach was silenced again as Patel grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed his knee into his crotch, crushing Zach’s still swollen balls into his pelvis. The impact was so violent that Patel’s knee stung from impacting the metal cockring. Zach gasped and struggled to get away...
CRUNCH!
“Christ!”
“Not so funny now, are you?”
Patel let go of Zach but before he could slum to his knees, Perez grabbed him literally by the balls and pulled him closer until the two were face to face.
“We gave you plenty of chances to leave you little prick. It’s almost like you want us to fuck you up again.”
Perez’s arm flexed as he continued to crush and knead Zach’s trapped balls through the thin fabric. Unfortunately the cock ring made them an easy target for abuse and they were turning a fiery red by the time Perez finished with him. Zach let out a high pitched squeal and attempted to cup his hands over his nuts but was stopped as Patel effortlessly held his hands behind his back. Zach drunkenly thrashed about and everyone - including the bartender - laughed as Cooper stepped in front of the trapped tourist.
He could clearly make out the outline of Zach’s balls through his pants as he balled his hand into a fist.
“Always have to aim low you dumb fuc....Ooooh!”
SPLAT!
Cooper’s fist pounded rapidly into Zach’s nuts like a piston, pancaking them into his cock ring. His balls were trapped, unable to shy away into his body, perfectly held in place by his own cock ring. The tall Asian switched up his attacks, instead alternating between full-force punching Zach’s nuts and slamming into his abs.
Zach desperately tried to keep his stomach taught to absorb the blows but it was no use and his efforts quickly failed as the surprisingly strong Cooper started to just destroy his abs. Zach had been punched in the stomach before but not like this. Cooper wasn’t playing around. And neither was Officer Lee.
The buff Asian motioned for Patel to let Zach fall to the ground and as he struggled to rise from all fours, Lee reared his muscular leg back and sent it sailing into Zach’s trapped nuts, compressing them into his body. Zach gasped and tried to collapse but was stopped by another devastating kick. Then another. Zach’s ass and the back half of his body was lifted cleanly off the ground with Lee’s foot compressing his testicles flatter and flatter through the entire arch of the kick.
The group roared in laughter as Zach was finally allowed to fall to his belly and curl into a ball. Seemingly undisturbed by what was going on, the bartender casually walked over to the door, clicked the lock and turned off the Prism’s sign. Zach was trapped.
“Fucking cheating bastards!”
Zach screamed in a futile attempt to trash talk his way out of the situation. It didn’t work.
Instead Patterson grabbed Zach by the hair and wrenched him to his feet and then, while still holding Zach’s hair the athletic black officer reached around and grabbed the bulge in the front of Zach’s pants and gave it a devastating squeeze. Zach squealed like a pig as his testicles were smashed into each other, compressing in Patterson’s strong hand. They were already sore and swollen from the incident at the airport and the current bar fight an Patterson was adding insult to injury.
“Oh hey, Jeff! Fucking pop ‘em!” Patel shouted.
“Hey! If you boys pop another pair in my bar, you’re cleaning up the vomit,”
The bartender laughed as he headed toward a small door behind the bar and like that he was gone. Tucked away in the office while the bar was locked and Zach was at the mercy of six sadistic security officers who had already shown a propensity for wrecking his manhood. Patterson switched up his hold so that he was keeping Zach firmly in place with his arms locked behind his back.
SPLAAAT
Collins slammed his fist into Zach’s nuts and recoiled, clutching his injured thumb that had collided with the cock ring at an awkward angle. Zach chuckled and made a smart alec comment which only got him punched in the face and a hand reaching into his pants to violently tear off his cock ring. Other hands proceeded to literally rip Zach’s pants off leaving only a pile of tattered fabric at his feet as his swollen balls and soft dick dangled between his legs.
“They look pretty fucked up, son. Maybe we should just finish them off,” Patel whispered in Zach’s ear with a chilling coldness.
Perez grabbed Zach’s left nut in both hands and Lee took the right in a similar grip. They winked at each other as they started collapsing their fists together, utterly smashing Zach’s nuts and eliciting wails and screams from the once cocky drunkard.
“Please!”
“What’s the matter? You talked a good game, I figured you could handle it,” Perez joked.
The space between his powerful hands was getting smaller and smaller which didn’t bode will for the collapsing testicle sandwiched between. Likewise, Lee was clasping his hands together determined to make his palms touch regardless of the fat testicle standing in the way. Zach moaned and screamed as his nuts were flattened when suddenly his cock started to stir despite his panic and pain.
“Holy fuck, he’s getting hard!” Patel laughed.
The handsome dark skinned stud proceeded to nuzzle Zach’s neck while Cooper ran his tongue over Zach’s abs. It was quite a site. Perez and Lee were concentrating on destroying Zach’s sex life whilst Cooper and Patel were trying to turn him on. The odd combination seemed to work as Zach’s cock steadily got harder and harder until it was at its full, modestly thick six inches.
Perez and Lee let go of the balls they had compressed dangerously flat and joined the others in pointing at Zach’s cock. Even Patterson let go to join the circle letting a dazed Zach stand independently with his knees wobbling. Zach went to cup his nuts but was stopped by an order barked by Lee.
“If you cover your balls right now I swear to God I’ll pop them open!”
Zach kept his hands behind his back desperately hoping his compliance would result in mercy. He was wrong.
CRUNCH!
“Oooh!”
Perez slammed his knee into Zach’s nuts three times and as Zach fell to the ground he was caught by Patterson who held him partially upright, laughing and encouraging his buddies to take out the day’s frustrations on Zach’s battered sack. Even over Zach’s screams, loud, wet smacks and thuds coming from his sack filled the air. Officers were barely waiting their turn before slamming a knee or a fist into Zach's junk. His nuts bounced wildly between blows and were turning purplish-black as they were brutally destroyed in his bag.
“We told you...”
CRUNCH
“We were going to pop your nuts,”
CRUNCH
“Did you think we were joking?”
CRUNCH
Officer Collins slammed his broad knee methodically into Zach’s sack as he spoke. Collins stepped back and let Patel stand in front of Zach. Zach was jabbering, begging the strong Indian to show mercy as Patel flexed his arms and back, showing off every one of his overpowered muscles. He cracked his fists and pulled his arm back far. Zach could see his huge, muscular arm gleaming with sweat. This was going to be quite a blow...
SPLAAAT
A sickening wet splat that actually made some of the watching officers recoil with instinctive empathy. Young Perez even crossed his legs as he winced.
"Nice one man!”
SPLAT
Perez slammed his powerful fist into Zach’s crotch a dozen more times with full force. He could feel the reverb of the impact with Zach’s pelvic bone vibrating up his arm and he smirked at the feeling of Zach’s fat orbs being hideously compressed and deforming under his fists as if he were punching balls of clay.
“You ever felt a ball pop under your fist before?”
SPLCRUUUUNCH
Zach nearly passed out as Patel continued to taunt him.
“It kinda' feels like this!”
Patel slammed his fist one final time, putting in every ounce of strength that he had. He literally could not have punched Zach’s balls harder and the results proved it. Zach’s nuts were compressed to a fraction of their normal girth and deep, almost black welts erupted all over the surface of his swollen nut sack.
Zach’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the watching men except Patterson who was tightly holding Zach snickered and stepped out of their pants. All of their cocks were raging at the sight of the captive idiot and Zach could feel Patterson’s thick eight incher pressed against his ass through his pants. In his drunken, pain racked confusion Zach was convinced he was about to be gang fucked by a combined several feet of thick Estrovian cock and he was equal parts mortified and excited. At least it might take attention away from his throbbing nuts.
As they stood stroking their cocks they all quipped about the size of Zach’s much smaller cock, which had long since deflated into a tiny nub.
“All that trash talk and the idiot isn’t even bigger than Danny!”
Patel laughed pointing at Officer Perez whose impressively thick seven inch thick was still the smallest of the bunch; except for Zach’s of course. Everyone laughed as Cooper grabbed Zach’s sagging, practically cracked right nut in his hand and tugged it downward while squeezing. Zach screamed and tried to lower his stance to alleviate the pressure but Patterson kept him firmly upright. Cooper stroked his thick nearly nine inch cock with his free hand as he continued to squeeze and pull Zach’s nut with the other tugging it as hard as he could, stressing the internal chords and tissues violently as Zach’s nut was pulled unnaturally far down.
“You guys have to try this! I call it the Pop ‘n Stroke!” Cooper chuckled at his own cleverness.
The membranes around Zach’s right nut were starting to fail and the puffy, bloated orb was practically putty in Cooper’s hands. If he kept going, everyone knew what the result would be but the ‘Pop ‘n Stroke’ maneuver was too tempting for Perez not to try himself.
The lanky Latino stepped up and clutched Zach’s last nut in his hand while stroking his relatively small cock, feeling his cock grow so thick it felt like it was going to burst with every cubic centimeter he crushed Zach’s trapped nut. The bartender had been quite prescient with his prediction as Zach was starting to feel quite nauseous.
“Oh! He’s gonna’ hurl!” Perez and Cooper released their death grip on Zach’s nuts and stepped back.
The group laughed as Patterson and Patel hoisted Zach up like they were carrying a large sack and carried him to the pool table. Zach screamed and tried to break free but he was slammed down onto the table with a loud thud. He tried to sit up and run but a well-aimed throat chop by Lee rendered him too dazed to do anything as Patterson and Patel held him down and the others quickly swarmed over him tying him spread eagle to the table with rope that had conveniently already been under the table attached to hooks already bolted to the table’s sides. This was clearly not their first time at the rodeo and the cold realization caused Zach to struggle even harder. But it was no use.
His purple, swollen , virtually cracked nuts rested between his legs on the soft felt of the table. Someone had stuffed a piece of Zach’s tattered pants into his mouth as a gag and Zach screamed into it as he looked over himself, realizing how incredibly vulnerable he was.
“How about a game of nut ball, er, I mean pool?”
Perez shouted out grabbing a pool cue in his hand and striking it against his open palm like a bat. Zach’s eyes went huge as Perez slammed the thick end of the cue into his sack, crushing them against the stony table like he was trying to crush a bug.
The others lined up, some holding pool cues and others holding pool balls. The guys with cues slammed, poked and jabbed them into Zach’s assaulted nuts causing the trapped young man to scream into his gag. The others hurled the hard pool balls full force from practical point blank range and Zach could feel his nuts flatten under each heavy impact. The impact sounds coming from his sack were much, much wetter and gross as the evening progressed, round after round of family jewel crushing fun for the sadistic gang until Patel headed to the bar and came back full beer bottle.
Lee had just put all of his strength into stabbing the business end of a pool cue into Zach’s left nut, the pointed end applying a ridiculous amount of force into a concentrated area that got flatter and flatter. And flatter until something in Zach’s sack finally broke.
SPLORTCH
It wasn’t an explosive rupture but Zach’s left nut had definitely shattered in the bag, a grotesque split opening along the surface of his testicle, causing his sack to rapidly swell as his nut guts started to ooze out of his broken ball.
Everyone high fived him as Officer Patel hovered the heavy beer bottle over Zach’s half ruined sack. Zach was hysterical, jolted back from the realm of consciousness by a jolt of adrenaline and pleaded with his eyes for the hunky Indian DILF not to do with Zach knew he was about to do...
CRUUUUNCH
CRUU-SPL-UUNCH
The crowd wailed as Patel slammed the bottle down like a mallet, compressing Zach’s sack over and over less than half of its girth. The impacts were loud and echoed through the small pool area and Zach was screaming and crying, vividly feeling every blow - and every blown membrane - as his left nut continued to crack and his swollen right nugget started to lose the fight. Meanwhile, all of them, including Patel were stroking their cocks waiting for the inevitable conclusion. Patel rose the bottle high over his head and was about to slam it down full force - again - when Collins stopped him. The chubby officer climbed onto the table on all fours facing Zach’s spread eagle form. He smiled as he took Zach’s bloated right nut into his mouth and held it, causing his cheek to bulge comically.
“He looks like a chipmunk!”
Everyone laughed. Zach was too dazed to really understand what was happening but could feel Collins’s warm, wet mouth around his ball. It almost felt good. That is until the officer chomped down, squashing Zach’s swollen nut to deform dangerously, folding between the officer’s molars like putty.
Collins spat out Zach’s balls long enough to joke.
“So you joked about me eating your junk, you stupid fucker. Take this!”
Zach gasped as Collins’s took his ball into his mouth one last time, opened his jaw wide, and chomped down. Zach’s nut resisted immediately bursting as it was flattened and mangled by the strong jaws...
CR-SPLOTCH-TCH
Zach mercifully passed out as his right nut burst inside his bag, shattered into dozens of chunks under the piston like pounding of Collins’s jaw. Collins spat out the disgusting, ruined organ and hopped off the table to high fives.
The sound of twacking and moaning filled the pool area as all six of the men approached climax. Perez was the first to blow his load, standing on top of the table just in time for his load to spray all over Zach.
Lee was next. Him and Patterson climbed onto the table on their knees and hosed down Zach’s busted sack with their own thick loads. They hopped off just in time for Cooper to climb up and unleash a truly epic load that hosed down Zach’s body, face and sack.
Collins and Patel were still stroking, admiring their collective handiwork, as Collins again stood onto the table and stroked with both hands. He was close. Patel knew when his buddy was about to bust and quickly took up the beer bottle and began slamming it into Zach’s battered sack.
CRUNCH CRUNCH
Zach’s left nut exploded, filling his bag with gunk.
Collins kept stroking...
POP!
Zach’s entire, bloated sack suddenly collapsed into a meaty patty, barely half of its un-ruptured girth. The visual was exactly what Collins needed as he grunted and hosed down Zach, aiming to coat his ruined sack.
“Guess he won’t be doing any more cumming,”
Everyone laughed.
Finally, Patel grabbed his thick cock with both hands and hovered it over Zach’s passed out face. A few strokes later he was absolutely painting the handsome lad with what seemed to be gallons of pent up jizz.
“Welcome to Estrovia, mother fucker!”
The six officers chuckled as they casually untied Zach from the table.
