Enemy of the State (24th Century Population Control)

The definition of the word 'war' in modern dictionaries was prefaced with the phrase 'archaic, no longer in use'. Climate change was a menace long ago forgotten. Poverty was no longer a thing. No one alive remembered a time with 'nations'. Indeed, United Earth had ushered in a global renaissance unlike any in human history. Buoyed by the legacy of  such accomplishments, Inspector Perkasa had no qualms about today's assignment...

Buried in the language of the Terran Economic Prosperity Act of 2242 was a brief passage about the need to carefully monitor and regulate the population. For the vast majority of the population, this provision had no impact. Unintended pregnancy was a relic of another age since virtual-sex meant people could hook up freely with all the sensation and pleasure but none of the consequences. Nonetheless, every year hundreds of daring men would try to produce unsanctioned children anyway, potentially disrupting United Earth's critical population balance and threatening a cascade that could spiral society back the grim era of the twenty-first century. Or so the propaganda holograms declared. Their capriciousness and selfishness was so loathed, they were deemed enemies of the State.

Inspector Perkasa of the Neoamerican Protectorate walked into a large room with gleaming white surfaces and a single table equipped with a matter synthesizer. He reviewed this week's list on his halotablet and made notions next to each of the five names. This was down from last week; news of the program must be making an impact, he thought. 

"Bring in the first enemy," he commanded.

A portion of the wall melted away revealing a doorway and United Earth officers pulled in a handsome dark haired man who was stripped to his underwear. They walked him over to a red marking on the floor and let him go. Immediately he was held in place as if by a forcefield.

"Markus Bayer, citizen ID 34-A-00078, you have been deemed an enemy of the State,"

"Fuck you!" Markus barked.

Perkasa disregarded his profanity.

"You are responsible for a pregnancy without a procreation license or genetic compatibility check, are you not?"

Perkasa walked up the studly captive and glared at him.

"I don't need a license to love someone!"

"You're right. Love wasn't the issue. Risking spoiling the gene pool is the problem you barbarian,"

Perkasa reached out and grasped Markus' hefty package. His balls were absolutely huge and felt warm and heavy through the fabric. Their sheer size have Perkasa an idea to show Markus the error of his ways. The inspector released Markus' sack and walked to the matter synthesizer. 

"Computer, synthesize one series four self tightening population control device,"

There was a flash of light and a glass vise was synthesized out of thin air. Perkasa picked it up and walked toward the now sweating Markus. He ignored the young man's pleading as he pulled down his underwear and let Markus' truly massive balls tumble out. They were both the size of small oranges and hung low in Markus' hairy sack. The Inspector placed the large glass plates of the vice around the prisoner's big balls, sandwiching them. He released it and the automatic tighteners affixed to it adjusted until the vice was firmly pressing against Markus' sack. It wasn't particularly hard, but the device wasn't going anywhere.

The added weight of the vice made Markus' sack hang even lower and he winced at the slight pressure.  

"What are you doing! Stop! Please!"

Inspector Perkasa ignored him.

"Computer, adjust population control device to zero millimeter closure," 

Markus wailed as the vice began to tighten. The space between the two heavy glass plates gradually decreased, crushing his fat nuts between them. Markus let out a loud drone as Perkasa evilly watched his balls flatten out, turning white under the pressure.

"Computer, increase speed,"

"Ooooh!"

Markus struggled against his invisible constraints as the vice closed faster and faster, forcing his massive nuts to pancake as they struggled to resist the pressure. 

"Pleeeeeeeease!"

Markus's eyes bugged out as a loud, wet 'splish' echoed through the chamber. His left nut had fractured in his bag but the vice continued to close. Markus was hysterical as the cruel device further compressed his sack until...

BLOOOSH

His scrotum erupted open and chunks of his ruined nuta spilled between the still tightening plates. Markus' head rolled back and he drooled as the plates continued pressing toward each other filling the room with sick wet pops and explosions until they finally met. Every ounce of Markus' overactive gonads had been pulverized, oozing out from between the totally closed plates and landing at Inspector Perkasa's feet with loud splats. For good measure, Perkasa stepped on the piles of chunks and squashed them into stains. Markus had blacked out by the time the guards returned and carried him out of the room, the vice still tightly clinging to his paper-thin sack.

Four more to go, Inspector Perkasa thought.

"Bring in the next enemy," Perkasa commanded.

The doorway opened again and this time the guards were escorting a gorgeous jock who looked to be in his mid forties with bronzed skin and heavy, pendulous nuts. He was perhaps the most breathtaking man Perkasa had ever seen and for a moment he lamented having to strip him from the gene pool.

When the prisoner was positioned, the magnetic constrictors held him firmly in place. What little movement he could achieve only served to make his balls bounce wildly.

"Eliot Benson, citizen 78-Z-00092, you have been deemed an enemy of the State," Perkasa sneered.

Eliot's offense had been lying on his procreation license and claiming that he only had two other children. In reality, he had six from two pregnancies, making him a hyper-virile, which would have put any further procreation requests under heightened scrutiny. United Earth didn't actually have a cap on the number of children a man could have; their issue was the lie and flagrant attempt to circumvent the system. Or maybe he had just filled out the form wrong; Perkasa didn't care either way.

Inspector Perkasa eyed Eliot up and down. He was even more gorgeous in person than his holo-image, with his tall body rippling with muscles that would have made a man half his age jealous. To top it off, his titanic nuts hung halfway to his knees and his nine inch flaccid cock was drooped over them lazily. Perkasa was sure several women had probably seen his avatar in virtual-sex and assumed that his sex organs were exaggerated. Little did they know Eliot was packing genuine articles.

The Inspector reached out and cupped Eliot's nuts, one in each hand. Eliot was pleading for mercy by the Inspector didn't listen, instead slowly squeezing each nut with his bare hands, taking in with exquisite detail every dimple and curve of the almost rock-hard balls. The inspection gave Perkasa an idea.

He released Eliot's balls and walked to the matter synthesizer.

"Computer, synthesize one hand gun. Circa 2024,"

Eliot screamed and begged as a gun materialized on the table. Inspector Perkasa lifted the weapon and was slightly taken aback by its weight. It had been a while since he had used one and the antique weapon looked and felt crude to him, despite being replicated to match the original article. He recoiled at the thought that people actually used to use such crude weapons to essentially throw metal balls at each other. Phasers are much less cruel, he thought, but this wasn't the time for mercy.

Perkasa pressed the barrel of the gun against Eliot's swinging nuts. Eliot howled and screamed as a loud bang echoed through the room. The antique bullet tore through Eliot's sex pods turning them into a spray that painted the back of the room. The bullet itself crumpled like paper and fell harmlessly to the ground upon hitting the tritanium wall. Eliot was convulsing at the sudden, explosive loss of his junk as Perkasa grabbed his shaft and held the barrel of the gun over it. He stopped before pulling the trigger as a nasty thought came to his mind. 

He placed the heirloom gun back into the matter synthesizer and gave the computer another command.

"Computer, recycle object. Synthesize one hand gun, circa 2024, but make the barrel twenty five percent larger."

"Synthesizing, adjusting parameters." the computer responded.

The first weapon dissolved as if it were made of smoke and a new, larger version replaced it. The proportions would have looked strange to someone from the era when the weapon was contemporary. The trigger and handle were normal size but the barrel - and by extension the bullets - were much larger. Perkasa walked over to the sobbing Eliot and placed the barrel of the gun over his cockhead. He smiled to see that now Eliot's fat cock fit inside the barrel, albeit a tight fit. Once Perkasa had painfully shoved Eliot's entire limp dick into the barrel, he smiled at him as he fired.

BOOM - SPLAT!

The bullet absolutely annihilated Eliot's cock, spattering a fine mist around the room, before existing out Eliot's backside. The stunned man gave Perkasa a horrified expression before slumping out cold. The guards entered and quickly worked to move Eliot to the medical bay.

Three left.

"Bring in the next enemy."

Perkasa recycled his oversized gun back into the matter synthesizer as the the door rematerialized and the guards walked in a frightened  blonde. When he was positioned and restrained, the guards left Perkasa to his work, though both of them gave each other uneasy glances as they surveyed the increasingly messy chamber.

"Kyle Pawlak, citizen 9A-2-00174, you have been deemed an enemy of the State,"

Kyle was shaking like a leaf as Inspector Perkasa eyed him up and down. Kyle was a lanky, youthful looking chap who had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday on the lunar colony. Unfortunately for him it was going to be the last he spent as a true man. Kyle's crime had been engaging in true-sex without a permit whilst on the colony. No pregnancy came of it, but again it was the rule breaking itself that was the ultimate crime. 

Perkasa grabbed Kyles small testicles in his hands and gave them a vicious squeeze. Kyle winced as he tried to maintain his composure but Perkasa kept squeezing and squeezing until Kyle let out a high pitched scream. Perkasa grinned as Kyle's small size gave him an idea. He headed to the matter synthesizer.  Kyle screamed for mercy but was ignored as Perkasa gave his command.

"Computer, synthesize a syringe full of any type four bio-acid,"

The computer beeped and a large plastic syringe appeared on the table. It had barely finished materializing before Perkasa snatched it up and approached Kyle.

"I bet you always wished these were bigger, haven't you? Here's your chance!"

Perkasa jammed the needle of the syringe into Kyle's sack and depressed the plunger. Kyle's mind was fried by the sensations of the thick needle puncturing his nut sack, his sack rapidly swelling with liquid and his testicles literally dissolving as they were bathed with acid. A drooling Kyle looked down to see that his sack had certainly taken on a much larger appearance, each ball looking twice its normal size by the time Inspector Perkasa was finished injecting the acid. Despite their bloated appearance, Kyle's actual nuts were being dissolved into a thick slurry as their molecular bonds broke down. To hurry along the process, Perkasa swatted Kyle's now hefty sack back and forth to slosh the acid against this deteriorating balls faster. Kyle passed out and his nuts slowly dissolved. First his outer membranes disappeared and as the acid tore deeper and deeper into his nuts, more and more structures started rupturing and melting away. If it could have been visualized, it was if Kyle's nuts were two balls of wax placed into a blast furnace. In the end, this bag was full of nothing but testicle slurry and the bag itself was becoming thin, letting light shine through its semitransparent nature.

SPLOOOOOSH

A rupture burst open on Kyle's dissolving sack and the entire contents of spilled onto the floor.  Guards appeared to take Kyle to the medical bay.

Only two more today, Perkasa thought.

"Next enemy, please!"

The doorway reopened and an absolutely stunning daddy was escorted in. He was actively fighting against the guards until he was positioned for magnetic stasis, at which point he was held in place despite his best efforts. 

"Aaron Smollen, citizen A9-Z-89010, you have been deemed an enemy of the State."

Aaron was pleading with Perkasa, begging him to hear him out but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Aaron was a tall, muscular red-headed thirty year old jock who was a prime example of humanity. Every muscle was etched without being vulgar or bulky and two ridiculously huge nuts protruded from his fiery red crotch. Despite his predicament, Aaron's monster cock was at full attention and his youthful face was a mask of panic.

Aaron's mega nuts were apparently producing cum too quickly, since he was charged with the offense of impregnating more than his allotted number of women in a single year. He had already sired four children this year alone and had three more on the way without filing the proper hyper-virile paperwork. The handsome ginger pleaded with Perkasa, swearing he had filed the proper forms, but a judge had already spoken; Perkasa was just the executioner.

Aaron's gargantuan endowment gave Inspector Perkasa a particularly devious idea. He walked to the matter synthesizer and gave it a command that made Aaron's blood run cold.

"Computer, synthesize a type four particle disruptor, self adhering. And a pair of goggles."

Like magic, a pair of goggles appeared out of thin air along with a small black orb the size of a large grape. Perkasa donned the glasses before picking up the object and bringing it to Aaron. He was frantically begging and trying to break free as Perkasa held the object against his huge right nut. Aaron let out a howl of pain as a sharp tendril erupted from the devise and buried deep into his nut, anchoring it into place like a deranged piercing. The object was dwarfed by the size of Aaron's nut but just the site of it so close to his junk made Aaron quiver and sweat.

"Please!"

"Computer, detonate the particle disruptor,"

The black orb started to glow intensely, nearly heating Aaron's nut to boiling. The orb exploded in its sack just from the steam pressure and Aaron howled as the computer gave a monotone countdown.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One...."

"Detonation."

In a millisecond, the disruptor sent a pulse into Aaron's scrotum that immediately shattered everything inside into a thick paste as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer. The wave traveled down the length of his fat cock turning it into an oatmeal-filled husk. The nerve signals letting Aaron know what had just happened hadn't even reached his brain before the disruptor switched to its final phase.  The shock wave that had disintegrated Aaron's massive nuts and cock into slurry was immediately followed by another and another. The feedback loop of energy ricocheting inside Aaron's sack was extreme overkill even for such a massive set of equipment. It was if a million microscopic guns were firing all at once inside Aaron's package, turning the chunky slurry into liquid and then...

BLOOOOOOOOSH

There was a blinding flash as Aaron's sack and cock exploded so violently that Perkasa was almost knocked back by the gory shockwave. Aaron looked out in disbelief as the wall behind Perkasa, and the Inspector himself, was literally painted. And it wasn't even chunks. It was a testicle and cock mist.  Aaron let out a continuous drone of agony as he was carried out of the room.

One more today.

"Final enemy, please."

The guards that escorted in the last prisoner were stunned at the state of the room. The gooey, chunky and utterly shattered remains of four man baskets were splattered all over the room.  None the less, they forced the day's final man into position. Perkasa removed the goggles and placed them on the table for recycling before addressing the last enemy of the day.

"Alan Smith, citizen K0-X-9997S, you have been deemed an enemy of the State."

Alan was in his early twenties, a somewhat short lad with a modest build. His long black hair ran halfway down his back and he was rendered mute by the site of devastation in the room. It didn't calm him at all that Perkasa himself was covered in Aaron nut guts except for the area around his eyes that had been shielded by goggles.

Alan's nuts were quite large but his cock had shriveled to barely a numb in fear as Perkasa recapped his crimes. Alan had filed all the proper paperwork to procreate with his wife but was so eager to get started he had engaged in real-sex before the genetic compatibility analysis was complete. A sloppy oversite made by an overly horny young man that he would regret for the rest of his life.

"Please, Inspector! Please! Please!"

Alan was sobbing, begging Perkasa for mercy as he approached the matter synthesizer one more time.

"Computer, synthesize... actually belay that order."

Nothing materialized. Instead Inspector Perkasa stood in front of Alan and grabbed a ball in each hand and began to squeeze. Hard. Alan writhed in place helplessly and pleaded as Perkasa's thumbs dug into each of his meaty nuts. Having an infinite array of tools that could be synthesized at a moment's notice was convenient, but sometime it was nice to get back to basics.  Perkasa continued to squeeze Alan's doomed nuts for several minutes, applying absolutely as much pressure as he could. A dimple was starting to form in the middle of Alan's right nut as Perkasa's thumb tore into it. The cruel Inspector soon turned to slamming his knee into Alan's nuts and relished the feeling of them warping around his knee. Kicks came next, then squeezing with pulling.

"Computer, scan for and announce the structural integrity of the enemy's testicles every sixty seconds."

"Acknowledge. Testicle integrity at ninety-seven percent"

Perkasa let loose a wave of punches, kicks, knees and squeezing all the while ignoring Alan's pleas which seemed to become more frantic the more swollen they got.

"Testicle integrity at eighty five..."

Unhappy with his manual progress, Perkasa synthesized a small bat and had snatched it out of the matter synthesizer before it was even finished fully forming. He wasted no time swinging it into Alan's sack. Alan was hysterical.

"Testicle integrity at seventy-nine percent..."

Despite the aide of only a few synthesized tools, mostly blunt force like mallets and bats rather than elaborate technology, Perkasa slowly and painfully wore down Alan's testicular fortitude. The other men may have suffered the messiest castrations, but Alan's was enduring the most tortuous.

"Testicle integrity at fifty-two percent..."

CRUNCH! SPLAT!

Alan could feel his nuts caving in.

"Please!"

"Testicle integrity at twenty-two percent. Critical damage."

Unfortunately Alan was fully aware for the entire slow denutting. Feeling like one of his nuts was about to crack, Perkasa clasped Alan's left nut into both palms and tightened.

"Aaaaaa!" Alan let out a screeching falsetto.

"Testicle integrity failing. Critical damage."

Perkasa continued to press into Alan's damaged nut, relishing every membrane popping, sphere cracking moment. The collapse of Alan's nut was like beautiful music he could feel as well as hear.

"Noooo!"

SQUICK

Aaron could only let out a pathetic, short-lived shrill scream as his ball turned into gonad gravy. Perkasa wasted no time on the last nut.

"Testicle integrity failing. Critical damage..."

Perkasa smiled.

SQUISH