Mother's Boyfriends, Son's Toys

The Pollack family was old money, well established, philanthropic and the crown of the City's high society. Ronnie Pollack, the patriarch, had died years ago leaving behind his widow and his only child, thirty year old Ethan. The widow Pollack was among the most respected women in the city, with hospital wings, schools and parks adorned with her name. Her son Ethan was well liked and had a down-to-Earth persona, at least in public. Knowing that he would likely not have any heirs, Ethan had donated his entire trust fund to the city's libraries and art museums and sat on numerous charity boards. Indeed, Mrs. Pollack and Ethan were the paradigm of modern wealth; not content to merely write giant checks, they were both actively involved in the charities they supported. Even though they were the last of the Pollacks, at this point there was nothing either could possibly do to tarnish history's good view of the Pollack estate.

Etan was openly gay, but to the outside world he seemed more interested in his charities than settling down. He would occasionally show up to a gala with a handsome young man on his arm and was a regular at the city's gay bars, but Ethan seemed content to be a perpetual bachelor. After waiting a respectable amount of time after her husband's death, Mrs. Pollack had been seen around town with a string of potential suitors, though none seemed to last. Everyone assumed that the kind hearted old woman simply appreciated the companionship and the Pollack's had crafted such a charming persona that no one thought anything of it when Mrs. Pollack would move on to the next gentlemen.

There was never even a whisper of scandal and all of the ex-boyfriends seemed to stay on good terms, some of them even appearing on the boards of the various charities the Pollack's controlled. Indeed, it was an unorthodox situation, but seemed innocent enough: A wealthy, lonely widow simply enjoying the company of dashing, equally well-heeled men but too paralyzed by grief to truly commit. What no one realized through their vanilla facades was that Ethan and his mother had a scandalous arrangement

In public, the various suitors to Mrs. Pollack were respectable gentlemen, doting and affectionate to her. Behind closed doors, however, Ethan was the actual power in the relationship. Ethan was an unapologetic, sadistic ball buster and realized at a young age that nothing got him harder than coming up with creative ways to torture, abuse and sometimes ruin a guy's balls or cock. Ethan had first realized his fetish in college, when he had pounded a random hookup's balls into paste while he was helplessly tied to a bed. A few weeks later, he had seduced a professor eager to be awarded a grant from the Pollacks' foundation. The hunky professor ended up having to trade his throbbing horse cock for the money, letting Ethan methodically destroy it by smashing it flat with a meat tenderizer while the gagged professor begged and pleaded. By the time Ethan had turned twenty, he had ruined nearly a dozen sacks and cocks, luring guys in with his charm before unleashing his inner ball busting demons.

On his twenty-second birthday, Mrs. Pollack was out of town on a retreat with her girlfriends and Ethan had gotten drunk and boldly crawled into bed with Devin, his mother's flavor of the moment. Devin was a gorgeous Canadian hunk who was barely older than Ethan and Ethan had blown dozens of loads imaging getting his hands on the massive eggs that were always bulging in Devin's fitted suit pants.

Devin woke up in shock. He hadn't kept his bisexuality a secret, but the thought of pounding his girlfriend's hot son was just too taboo. It didn't stop the handsome jock from ripping Ethan's clothes off and absolutely ravaging him all over the manor. Devin was literally unloading into Ethan's ass on a billiard table when Mrs. Pollack came in unannounced. She had missed her flight and had decided to just spend the night at home to await the next one. She was surprised, but not too surprised, to see her partner ramming her son. Devin tried to explain but the stately matriarch only rose her hand to silence him.

"It's fine, Devin. My son always gets what he wants," she gave him a sly grin and winked at Ethan before calmly retiring to her room.

And thus began the beginning of the end of Devin's manhood. It wasn't a quick process. Devin would still be seen with Mrs. Pollack, climbing the social ladder on her coattails, but at night he belonged to Ethan. It was an unwritten compact between Devin, Ethan and the Dowager Pollack; Devin would provide Mrs. Pollack with sincere, non-sexual intellectual companionship and would serve as Ethan's sex slave. It started off vanilla - Devin plowing Ethan or getting a morning blow job from the handsome rich heir - but gradually became more sinister, so slowly Devin didn't notice at first. Ethan would mix in punches to Devin's heft, sagging balls whilst giving him a blow job. The blows started off sporadic and relatively tame, increasing with strength with each session. Once Devin could no longer take it without closing his legs are pushing Ethan away, the sadistic heir responded by simply tying Devin to the chair, legs spread and defenseless.

Mrs. Pollack seemed unconcerned by Devin's pleas for her to intervene to stop Ethan's increasing brutality. In fact she seemed delighted that Ethan was enjoying himself. Devin and his balls were nothing but shiny toys for her little Ethan to play with. One night Ethan had insisted on tying Devin to the bed, his ripped body on full display, so that Ethan could ride his cock like an animal. He assured Devin the handcuffs were trick and would come lose with enough tugging. Ethan mounted Devin and for nearly an hour squeezed and rode Devin's throbbing jock cock like a pro. Devin was moaning and his eyes were rolling into his head, his load boiling when suddenly Ethan pulled off and got on his knees between Devin's legs. 

The confused stud's cock was pulsing wildly in the air, desperate to get back into Ethan's hole, but Ethan had other plans. He took Devin's large right ball in both hands and pressed into it as hard as he could. Devin let out a wail as Ethan's fingers tore into his tough nut. Then Ethan alternated to the left. Then the right. Devin writhed and pulled at the constraints, which he found out were quite real, as Ethan methodically crushed each nut until - one by one - they burst in his sack. It was a painful, protracted castration that filled the manor with bellows of agony. Devin's nuts had fractured, not totally ruined, but the sensation was enough for Ethan to blow a hands free load that painted Devin's torso. Devin mercifully passed out after the hours-long nutting so didn't have any memory of the terrible, gruesome end of his cock.

Devin was replaced by Greg, whose balls found themselves severed by a meat cleaver Ethan had cleverly hidden under the rug while they were doing a sixty-nine . 

Greg gave way to Chad, who was ten years older than Ethan and had been a surprisingly obedient slave, being paraded around by a chain leash attached to a heavy metal cock ring Ethan demanded he wear at all time. Chad didn't mind it because the dowager's money fueled his expensive tastes and Ethan was a hot fuck who knew how to pleasure every inch of his nine inch cock and hefty, egg shaped nuts. One day Chad thought he was being led by his cock-leash out to the garden where Ethan would throw him down and swallow every inch of his cock. Instead, Ethan led him to the garage.

"What's going on?" 

Before Chad had even gotten the question out, Ethan hopped into his Porsche 911 convertible and revved the engine.

"What are you.... FUCK!"

The powerful sports car rocketed onto the circle drive, Ethan holding the chain firmly, and Chad screaming and desperately trying to run to keep up. It was obviously no use and Ethan hadn't even cleared the main driveway before the chain suddenly snapped toward him, bringing with it Chad's entire, huge severed package. Ethan creamed all over the Italian leather seats as he gripped and mangled Chad's severed organs.

Tyler was the next victim, a dashing fellow who Ethan had degraded into always wearing a butler's uniform with a hole cut into the crotch of the pants. Tyler knew he had to come running whenever he heard Ethan ring his summoning bell, at which time he would either be greeted with a sweet blowjob to his easily-accessible cock, or a fierce kick to the nuts. Despite, or perhaps because of, the frequent nut shows, Ethan noticed that Tyler loved to fidget with his absolutely massive, heavy nuts. He would even discretely do it while they were at fancy society functions through a hole in his pants pockets. Tyler's obsession with his middle age nuts gave Ethan a wicked idea. One day he summoned Tyler into the study and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to stand in front of a waist high table. He secured him in place with ankle shackles that hooked into bolts in the floor that were usually cleverly hidden by an oriental rug. 

Tyler braced himself for Ethan to take the mallet to his nuts, which were resting on the table top. Instead, Ethan took Tyler's hands and placed them palms down on top of his right nut. Without warning Ethan placed both of his hands on top of Tyler's and pressed down. Tyler let out a throaty groan as his own hands were forced to compress and deform his oversized sex organ. The pressure was intense, increasing as four powerful hands pressed downward, his ball flattened into a thick meat patty.

"Stop! Please! It's gonna..."

POP

There was a subtle squick as half of Tyler's manhood fractured in his bag. Not a catastrophic injury, but enough for Ethan to let go of Tyler's hands - which were nursing his shattered ball - and stroked out his load. Tyler's last ball only lasted a few more days. Ethan left his cellphone on a table in an upstairs bedroom and set it to play the sound of the summoning bell. Tyler obediently came running, hoping for a chance to bend Ethan over and eat out his ass which Ethan had been having him do lately, and stood in the middle of the empty room confused, his legs slightly apart.

SPLOTCH

Tyler's hazel eye crossed and his he sank to his knees, his hands frantically reaching toward his last whole nut but it was no use. Ethan had snuck up behind him and had swung a sledge hammer straight up, colliding perfectly with the meaty bulge sagging between his legs. Everything in Tyler's sack - his ruptured-yet-healing right nut and his otherwise fine left nut - instantly cracked into pieces.

The dowager's latest boy toy was a handsome fifty year old curator named Santi Patil who worked at The Ronnie Pollack Museum of Art. They had met at a fundraiser there and she was instantly smitten with his good looks but most of all his warmth and deep knowledge of art history. Like the other men before him, there was nothing disingenuous about his relationship with Mrs. Pollack. He loved her like an old familiar friend and the two spent hours at the museum talking as he showed her the private collections. They would take walks around her garden and play Scrabble into the night, and the two would laugh as Santi playfully argued over her frequent use of made up words to score points. By any cursory glance they were like any normal couple.

Santi considered himself 'hetero-curious'. Not quite bisexual but not entirely straight and the slight opening was all the space Ethan needed to interject himself into yet another relationship. Ethan found Santi breathtakingly gorgeous, with lush thick black hair that partially hid his model like face. He had a chiseled jaw and a permanent five o'clock shadow that made his bronze skin look even darker. He was tall, and svelte - almost skinny - but under his clothes he had an absolutely chiseled body, with every curve of his musculature on full display thanks to his low body fat. He was the embodiment of the tall, dark handsome stranger archetype. Most impressive to Ethan, was Santi's monstrous package. A foot long, thick cock and two fuzzy nuts the size of kiwis that hung low in their bag. His package was hard to miss even as Santi consciously wore pants that were slightly too big whenever they were out in public to try and downplay his endowment.

Like the others, Ethan used his master skills of psychological manipulation and charm to slowly wrap Santi around his finger. And like the others, Mrs. Pollack seemed pleased that her son was happy and never contested to any of Ethan's behaviors. Santi was curious about bondage and had fantasized about some kinky things, but had never explored them, so when Ethan had proposed making him wear a collar around the estate, he didn't hesitate to try it out. He was turned on by the relatively tame degradation of wearing an actual dog collar and dropping on all fours at Ethan's feet to be used as an ottoman whilst Ethan watched tv. Over time though, the tv shows became porn and Ethan would moan loudly as he stroked himself off, his legs resting on the kneeling Santi, until he would shoot his load all over. 

Santi noticed that Ethan really seemed to get off watching videos with guys taking oversized dildos and he would usually take several ropes of cum on his back whenever such videos were playing. It was degrading and hot as fuck, the naked curator's own horse cock raging under him.  One day to Ethan's delight, Santi suggested that he start wearing dog ears and a dildo tail. For weeks, whenever Santi wasn't with Mrs. Pollack, he was forced to strip down to his socks, his collar, the dog ears and a ten-inch vibrating dildo rammed up his ass with a long fluffy tail sticking out. The constant vibration against his prostate kept Santi constantly hard.

One day, Ethan reached out and grabbed Santi's huge cock and was stunned just how hard it felt. It was an amazing penis and Ethan's mouth literally watered as he held it staring into Santi's dark eyes. Without a word, Ethan got on his knees and sucked and licked four loads out of it, leaving Santi panting and drained and his stomach full of what felt like a gallon of cream. Soon Santi found himself looking forward to these impromptu blowjobs, but Ethan being a sadist, got into the habit of taking Santi to the very edge of cumming before stopping. Over and over, until he would walk away. Poor Santi would walk around the manner for days, his dick raging and just a lick away from blowing. He would have just finished himself off but he got a thrill out of the feeling of ownership Ethan had over him. His loads, cock, balls and body belonged to Ethan and Santi yearned for the young stud to put him in his place.

One fateful afternoon, Ethan had edged Santi's cock with an expert blowjob for nearly an hour carefully watching Santi's balls to look for the telltale tightening before an eruption. Ethan thought he had stopped just in time but was blinded by several thick, warm ropes of cum that painted his face at point blank range.

"Did I tell you you could cum?"

Ethan sent his fist crashing into Santi's busy nuts in a rapid blur that quickly brought the handsome man to his knees. As Santi lay on his back, Ethan picked up his legs and hoisted them into the air, creating a perfect target at the bottom of the V his legs were making. Santi knew what was about to happen and screamed for mercy.

CRUNCH

Santi's eyes bulged out as his mega sized nuts were compressed under Ethan's shoe. Ethan's face was literally dripping with cum as he pounded Santi's swelling, spent nuts over and over, his own cock raging from the sounds of Santi's screams and the awesome visual of his washboard abs tightening so hard they looked like there going to burst out of his skin. Despite the awful pain, the position on his back pressed the vibrating dildo into Santi's sweet spot and his cock started to grow hard even as his ball sack was turning hideous shades of red. Ethan noticed this and got a wicked idea.

The next day, Ethan instructed Santi to stand next to him as he sat in a recliner watching porn. He pressed the button on the dildo-tail to alternate the intensity and vibration pattern and every time Santi's eyes would roll back in his head in pleasure, Ethan would slam his fist in to Santi's nuts. Within weeks, Santi associated nut pain with prostate pleasure and having one without the other felt incomplete.

"Please punch them! Please!" Santi screamed one night after Ethan had forced him on all fours and was fucking Santi's brains out with the powerfully vibrating dildo.

"Please!" Santi screamed, his balls aching for punishment to compliment the pounding of his ass.

With a grin, Ethan rammed the entire length of the dildo, still set to the highest setting, and stood up. Santi's huge nuts were swinging between his legs and made a perfect target for Ethan to kick mercilessly. Santi braced himself screaming in pleasure and agony as Ethan worked up a sweat as he worked to annihilate Santi's balls. They were swelling and looked quite unhealthy and Santi let out a guttural scream as he painted the floor under him with seamen. Ethan responded by pulling out his own cock and stroking out an epic load that showered Santi's toned back. The handsome man collapsed and rolled onto his back, panting and thanking Ethan.

"I didn't say you could cum, did I, dog?" Ethan sneered. 

"I'm sorry..."

It was too late, Ethan stomped onto Santi's emptied sack as hard as he could, grinding his shoe into the floor. Santi let out a horrified squeal and reached for Ethan's shin, desperate to remove his still grinding leg.

"Sit, boy, sit!" 

Obediently, Santi stopped struggling, putting his hands behind his head as he fought back the urge to convulse and heave as Ethan continued stomping and grinding. By the time Ethan was done he had blown yet another load all over his favorite pet and had partially ruptured Santi's left nut. The actual sound the nut made when it cracked was barely audible. Santi's reaction on the other hand echoed loudly through the entire house. Mrs. Pollack simply turned up the opera she had been listening to and continued reading a biography Santi had recommended to her just that morning. 

Santi was by far the most obedient man Ethan had ever ensnared, a full on pain pig who loved being degraded and treated like a sex object so Ethan decided to give Santi some time to recover so that he could stick around longer. For the next month, things were mostly normal. There were galas and family dinners and movie nights with Santi fully clothed. He did still wear the dildo - without the tail - which kept him in a perpetual state of arousal, and at night Ethan would suck Santi off to completion while only gently playing with his still-healing balls. Once Santi's ball had healed enough, Ethan ordered Santi back to his normal day wear of the dog collar, ears and tail and resumed his sessions of mixing viscous ball busting with eye-rolling fucking. 

One evening Santi was on all fours in front of the fireplace, his balls swollen and purple and his prostate so excited he could only babble incoherently in pleasure despite the fact Ethan was on his knees behind him slamming a rubber mallet into his balls. His barely-healed left nut felt like it was going to break again and Ethan was so turned on by the site of Santi's sweaty body writhing in the firelight that he pulled the dildo all the way out and replaced it with his own pulsing cock. 

It was the first real cock Santi had ever taken and the sensation was entirely different than a dildo. Santi let out a squeal of delight, his eyes rolled into his head and his back arched. It was all the visual que Ethan needed to grab Santi's hair and pull his torso backward, arching his back even more and proving easy access into Santi's tight hole. Santi's hole was so tight and warm, and the hot stud was bucking so excitedly that Ethan only lasted a few more thrusts before flooding Santi's virgin hole. The strange sensation of being filled with cum was just too much for Santi and he drenched the floor under him.

"Did I say you could cum?" Ethan barked, reaching between Santi's legs and grabbing his left nut.

He yanked it and squeezed and Santi whimpered.

"Please!"

Ethan's face was red in concentration as he felt the delicate orb bulging unnaturally in his palm.

"Ethan! No! No!"

SQUICK

Santi's nut rupture again, having been softened by the mallet strikes and Santi let out a shriek as Ethan let him fall onto his stomach. As the handsome stud rolled around clutching his sack, Ethan got an idea.

"You're gonna learn, boy. You cannot cum unless I give you permission."

Ethan gave Santi's balls a long break, only giving him teasing blow jobs and fucking him wildly, all the while daring Santi to cum.

During one particularly wild fuck that had left Ethan's bedroom in shambles, Ethan had Santi pressed standing facing a wall and was plowing into him. He alternated piercing Santi's hole with slamming his knee between his legs. Santi was afraid Ethan was going to fully destroy his nuts this time and begged him to stop between moans of pleasure. Ethan had found the sweet spot between pleasure and pain and Santi rode the increasingly blurred line between the two for hours.

Suddenly Ethan felt Santi's ass tighten around his shaft and his moans had taken on the frantic, breathless tone that meant Santi - despite the remarkable pain coming from his crotch - was close to blowing his load.

"I swear to God, if you cum right now, I'm gonna' nut you,"

Ethan sneered as he expertly fucked Santi, striking his G-spot like a pro and alternating between full thrusts and just giving Santi the tip. He knew he was driving Santi closer and closer to the edge but didn't stop.

"Santi, if you cum... I'm gonna destroy your nuts," Ethan moaned.

Santi knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back and begged Ethan to stop fucking him. Not because he wasn't enjoying it, but because he was enjoying it too much.

"Ooooh!"

Santi's eyes rolled into his head and his knees buckled. His ass milked Ethan's cock as he painted the wall with cum. Ethan forced the panting Santi to his knees and grabbed the back of his head.

"What did I tell you?"

He rammed Santi's face into the gooey stain, covering his handsome face in his own jizz, before letting him fall to the floor. Ethan used his foot to roll Santi onto his back and kicked his legs wide open. This is it, Santi thought, as Ethan hovered his foot over his nuts. 

"Oh. You think I'm gonna' do it right now? No fun in that, I want you be anticipating it. Never knowing when. But one day... pop!"

Ethan lowered his foot rapidly, stopping at the absolute last moment before crushing Santi's nuts. That night, after Santi had showered off, Ethan came into the bathroom and got on his knees in front of the dripping wet, bronze daddy. Santi rose an eyebrow in confusion. Despite how wild and degrading things would get during a typical day, the informal rule was that Santi belonged to Mrs. Pollack after his nightly shower so the two could spend the evening like a normal couple, engaging in a master class of cognitive dissonance. 

"What's this about, Ethan?" 

"You have a real problem with controlling this," Ethan started grabbing Santi's flaccid cock.

The tool was nearly five inches long and heavy, even completely soft, and Ethan admired its heft. 

"One day, I'm gonna' make you fuck me with this. Lord knows you aren't giving it to my mom," Ethan laughed.

Santi rolled his eyes. It was all the distraction it took for Ethan to close a metal chastity cage around his cock and secure it to a metal ring he slipped over the base of his balls. Santi could have resisted since informally he was free in the evenings, but was aroused by the prospect. Ethan had found the largest cage he could find but even it seemed to strain at the sheer size, which Santi would realize was a serious problem. The inside of the cage was lined with tiny, extremely sharp spikes, which were barely touching his cock. If he swelled up in the slightest he was going to be in a world of hurt.

Without a word, Ethan stepped behind Santi and wrapped his arms around him, sensually fondling his nipples before running his hands over his washboard stomach. Santi let out a moan as he felt Ethan's cock raging inside his jeans, pressed against his back. Suddenly, Santi let out a shriek and stepped out of Ethan's embrace. Just the slight stimulation had been too much and he felt several of the spikes pressing painfully into his cock.

Santi turned and looked at Ethan in terror.

"Sweet dreams, Santi," Ethan blew Santi a kiss as he left the bathroom.

The next morning Mrs. Pollack ignored Santi's awkward leg fidgeting during breakfast and wished the two goodbye as she made her way into the city for errands and social visits. Her car had barely left the driveway when Santi let out a sigh of relief and turned to Ethan.

"Finally! Take this thing off, please!"

Ethan licked his lips, still sitting at the breakfast table as he eyed the now-standing Santi. He was wearing khakis and a white polo shirt with a sweater over his shoulders. His hair was neatly slicked back. Even dressed as a nerd, Santi was still incredibly hot, Ethan couldn't help but admire.

"Not so fast, boy. Strip!"

Santi nearly tore his clothes off and stood naked in the middle of the room. Ethan looked at him impatiently and Santi stood confused before his eyes suddenly lit in realization. He headed to his bedroom and returned with the collar, dog ears and dildo that he kept hidden in a box under the bed. After he was outfitted, Ethan pulled out the remote and turned on the dildo to its maximum settings. It was pulsing and vibrating and the tip was slightly spinning and Santi's eyes rolled into his head and he had to brace the table to avoid falling as his knees turned to jelly. He could feel like cock starting to get hard.

"Please! Please stop!"

Santi's face was flushed red and contorted in a mix of concentration and pleasure as he willed himself to stay hard. His hormones won. He let out a shriek as his cock was pin-priced all over, the spikes pressing in dangerously close to puncturing the skin as his trapped cock continued to swell and at the same time the small cage was unyielding, forcing his cock to bend painfully.

"Please!"

"Okay, tell you what. I'll take it off after you cum,"

Santi's eyes grew wide in horror.

"Sir, my cock would break!"

Ethan stripped out of his pants and made his way behind Santi, pressing him down onto the breakfast table. Santi widened his stance out of habit and Ethan removed the dildo, replacing it with his own throbbing member. Santi was filled with pleasure that was immediately canceled out by a riot of pain. his swelling cock was being painfully contorted in the cage at the same time three of the spikes had actually punched through the skin. Then a fourth and a fifth and a sixth.

"Oooh!" Santi screamed as his fat cock was turned into a pincushion

At the same time, Ethan had reached and grabbed Santi's perpetually abused left nut and was squeezing as hard as he could. By now Santi was so conditioned to associate ball pain with arousal his cock twitched, being punctured by even more spikes. 

"Please!"

"Please what, nerd?"

"Please... fuck me harder!"

Ethan obliged and by the time Santi had shot out his tortured load, his cock was perforated with more that a dozen tiny pin pricks. Ethan let Santi fall to the floor and removed the cock ring, throwing a warm cloth down to let Santi deal with the surprisingly small amount of bleeding. The spikes were nearly as sharp as needles so had left painful - but tiny and manageable - holes along the length of his cost. Santi wasn't sure which hurt worse, the needle like spikes or the bending of having his cock desperately trying to get hard in literally less than half the space it needed. 

Ethan explained that any time Santi came without permission, he would be forced to wear the spiked cage that night, and wouldn't be able to remove it until he came again the next morning. Of course, being a dick, Ethan edged Santi all day, fucking him, sucking his cock, playing with his nipples and stroking off with his cock just inches from Santi's handsome face. Santi loved to take cum to the face, it was so hot being totally dominated like that. And that particular day, after having been fucked and his balls nearly destroyed with a mallet, Ethan finished off by showering Santi's face until it was an unrecognizable ball of jizz.

Santi convulsed as his cock shot off hands free as soon as the first rope of Ethan's cum struck his cheek. The two pulsed off in unison and Ethan chuckled. 

"Guess it's back in the cage for you tonight,"

The next morning, Ethan tied Santi to a chair with his legs spread wide and used his balls like a punching bag while the dildo vibrated in his ass. Santi's cock throbbed and was bent and punctured, causing every muscle in body to convulse until his cum oozed down his legs. 

That pattern continued for weeks until Santi was able to avoid cumming without permission the majority of the time, to Ethan's chagrin. He would take out his disappointment on Santi's babymakers, punching, kicking and squeezing them throughout the day while teasing and edging him nonstop.

Toward the end of a long edging session where Ethan was was milking Santi on all fours and smashing his balls, the handsome stud became so delirious with lust from the load he was desperately trying not to blow that he hopped to his feet, grabbed Ethan and lead him over to the couch, pushing him over the side.

"Oh fuck!" Ethan moaned as every inch of Santi's donkey cock invaded his hole. 

Ethan expertly milked Santi's cock and the horny, screaming stud lasted less than a minute before filling Ethan up to the brim with his thick cum. Ethan knew Santi was a shooter, but feeling every drop pumped deep into his guts was more than even he could take and he immediately responded by blowing his own load. Santi collapsed onto Ethan exhausted, knowing he was about to spend another night -and a painful morning -in the cage but it was worth it. 

For the next weeks, Ethan abused Santi more and more and Santi loved it, begging Ethan to bust his nuts and getting quite good at fucking Ethan's brains out, usually able to stop before cumming but sometimes just letting go despite the consequences. One morning after Santi had blown yet another load in his cage, Ethan ordered him to shower off. 

He followed Ethan into the large shower and carried in a small chair. Without a word, Santi sat and allowed his cum and sweat soaked body to be tightly bound. Ethan grabbed the shower wand and gently hosed him off, licking and sucking as he went, until the wand was positioned over his package. With an evil grin, Ethan turned the water pressure up and the temperature to maximum. The pulsing water was an uncomfortable thumping sensation by itself but mixed with the steaming water it was unbearable. Santi's eggs were being boiled in the sack and he writhed and screamed, for the first time genuinely begging Ethan to stop. Ethan considered it before turning up the temperature. The water was scalding hot and Sandi's balls were turning an unhealthy shade of red. They felt like they were on fire and Ethan's cock was getting hard at the sound of Santi's shrill screams echoing in the shower. Finally, Ethan blew his load and turned off the water, untying Santi and leaving him to his roasted nuts. Santi's nuts really did look like two hardboiled brown eggs and that gave Ethan a terrible idea.

Santi went the rest of the day holding in his load despite Ethan's efforts to make him blow without permission. Santi's perverse reward was that Ethan forced him to stand against the breakfast table the next morning, collar and dildo on, and rest his nuts on the table. Santi thought Ethan was just going to take a mallet or his fist to them so his eyes widened in terror when Ethan approached with a fork.

"Sir! Sir, please!"

Ethan hovered the tine of the fork over Santi's bloated nuts, occasionally running them gently along the skin. Despite the fact Santi was not restrained, he stayed obediently in place with his hands behind his back. Santi looked into Ethan's eyes pleadingly before erupting in a scream as Ethan stabbed the fork into his right nut. Despite Santi's frantic screams, Ethan had held back significantly and the fork had barely punctured the skin. The blow was followed by another and another until finally Santi could take no more and he collapsed to this knees, his sack riddled with superficial - yet incredibly painful - stab wounds. The next few breakfasts were marked with Ethan stabbing his favorite eggs, avoiding serious damage, but causing ungodly amounts of agony. Soon, even this ironically made Santi mad with lust, his cock raging hard and his hands behind his back as he secretly wished Ethan would finally snap and show him who the real man of the family was.

Over the next weeks, Ethan picked up on Santi's increasing submissiveness and responded with increasingly brutal ball and cock abuse. It was to the point that Ethan knew he was guaranteed to make Santi squirt his load from ball busting and the nastier and darker Ethan's verbalized fantasies became, the more Santi wanted it.

"Crush them flat!" Santi wailed, his cock spewing as Ethan stood with all of his weight on Santi's sack, bouncing on his heels.

SQELTCH

Santi passed out as his right nut suffered a small fracture. Like before, Ethan gave Santi's balls ample time to heal but one morning, weeks later, while he was being fucked like an animal by the hot curator, his heavy nuts slamming into Ethan's ass cheeks, Ethan decided this was going to be the last load of live sperm Santi would ever blow.

"Fill me up, bitch!"

Santi unloaded into Ethan and was still mid squirt as Ethan pushed him off and watched him fall on his back, his cock spraying arches of cum like confetti. He was tempted to just jump up and down on Santi's defenseless nuts until they were nothing but mush but after having groomed the handsome, nerdy, perverted curator for so long, he wanted a more cinematic ending. He quickly put his pants back on and Ethan knelt down to grab Santi's nuts with both hands, yanking them upward.

"On your feet!"

"Yes, sir," 

Ethan led Santi toward the basement, passing his mother's study along the way.

Without looking up from the stack of contracts she was reviewing for a construction project called The Places at Avalon Park, a new luxury condo tower the Pollack's were investing in, she called out to her son.

"Enjoying your toys?"

"Yes, mother," Ethan said casually.

Mrs. Pollack smiled as she flipped the page.

Ethan guided Santi down the steps to the cold concrete basement. Santi had only been in the basement a handful of times, usually to fetch a bottle of Domaine de la Romanée Conti so didn't know much about its layout or features. He was guided to the middle of a dark, cave like room in the mansion's basement. It was a far cry from the richly furnished and cozy upstairs and a fitting location for the end of Santi's unbelievable equipment, Ethan thought.

Santi didn't resist as Ethan shackled his arms over his head, attached to the low ceiling and his ankles were shackled into bolts in the floor. Unlike the restraining bolts upstairs that were all carefully hidden by rugs and furniture, these were in plain site. Santi's cock throbbed at the fact that he was finally in the 'playroom' Ethan had mentioned but had never taken him to. 

When Santi was standing, trapped with this legs spread and arms over his head, it was twilight for this baby makers. Santi had worked up a sweat during their earlier romp and his golden skin was glistening in the pale light. He's fucking beautiful, Ethan thought, as he eyed Santi's perfect body and ridiculously oversized nuts. 

Ethan couldn't help himself, lunging at Santi and kissing and licking his neck and chest, playing with his hole with his fingers. Santi moaned softly and was totally surprised when he felt Ethan's tongue in his mouth. The two had never kissed before; it was the last vestige of his clearly ambiguous heterosexuality that he had held back, but now he felt compelled to make out with his master in the cold, stony cellar. Once Ethan had gotten Santi totally hard, his foot long cock jutting out like a pole, Ethan pulled a thick rubber cock ring from this pocket. It was much too small for Santi's animal-sized equipment but that was the point. The almost painfully tight ring was sure to keep Santi rock hard whether he wanted to be or not. Ethan took a step back to admire his handiwork.

Here was this gorgeous, nerdy, devilishly handsome guy who had come into his life as an upstanding, straight man who had barely done anything remotely kinky; now he was tied willingly to a basement ceiling, his cock made hard just from making out with another man and his kinky mind desperate for whatever Ethan was going to dish out. Ethan let the site soak in and Santi's cock throbbed in anticipation.

CRUNCH CRUNCH

Ethan slammed his knee into Santi's balls dozens and dozens of times, feeling them swell up and bounce wildly. Despite his screams of agony, Santi's cock was so well conditioned that it started to leak precum. Ethan mixed it up with punches, squeezing and kicks. He ran upstairs to fetch a bat, and was tired of it a half out later. He raced up the stairs again and fetched the mallet. He pulled out a lighter that he used to singe off nearly every hair on Santi's now hideously swollen sack. Santi thought he was going to pass out but his cock stayed rock hard.

Finally, it was time for the pièce de résistance. He went upstairs a final time and was gone longer than normal. He returned with a duffle bag that seemed quite heavy. Santi was moaning and sweating, both of his testicles had already ruptured, and pleaded with his eyes for Ethan to keep going, as if he needed the encouragement.

Ethan pulled out a small thin metal chain, almost like a necklace, and wrapped it tightly around the middle of Santi's sagging, swollen bag. Nut meat was bulging out of the top and bottom of the knot. It was such a hot visual, Ethan had to resist the urge to pull out his cock and stroke lest he lost the momentum

"You ready, Santi?"

"Yes, sir," Santi answered weakly.

Ethan then attached a small hook to the bottom of the chain, and then attached an anvil shaped weight to it. Santi screamed as his nuts were tugged toward the ground. Another weight was attached to a hook welded onto the bottom and another. Santi couldn't see any markings on the large metal blocks that were about the size of a small shoe box, but he could feel they were extremely heavy. Ethan looked into Santi's eyes as he attached another weight to the stack. His sack was being pulled extremely low and the knot was compressing the middle of his nuts, forcing more and more of this fractured nuts to bulge upward and downward. Ethan grabbed the stack and pressed it downward increasing the pressure. Santi howled and the noose around his nuts tightened until there as a barely audible, catastrophic SPLISH.

Both of Santi's nuts had spectacularly ruptured. And this time the injury was far too serious to ever heal. But the weights weren't done. Santi's sack sank even lower to the ground and the let out a shriek as the stack hit the floor, his ruined nuts pulled several inches beyond their natural hang. The noose had nearly closed completely, totally bisecting each fat nut, the chunks now floating freely in the bag.

Ethan quickly removed the weights and reached for Santi's sack. It was filled with four huge chunks and Ethan look on in both hands and compressed. Santi, half conscious, let out a whimper, as Ethan's palms turned red from the effort he was exerting to bring them together. The tough, broken piece of nut lasted a surprisingly long time before it burst into nut paste. At that exact moment, Santi's cock unleashed the most epic load Ethan had ever witnessed anyone blow ever. Ethan's chest was soaked. There was so much liquid that at first Ethan thought Santi was pissing, but it was all one-hundred percent pure stud sauce.

The other three pieces put up an equally valiant fight, but before long there was nothing left in Santi's scrotum but gelatinous gunk.

Santi's cock was still throbbing, forced to stay hard by the cock ring, and Ethan pulled out a horribly thick metal rod from the bag. It was several times wider than even the most extreme urethral sounds and he jammed it the entire length of Santi's cock. Santi was jolted into consciousness and screamed and pleaded but that only made Ethan's cock spurt hands free.

As Santi cried out, Ethan pulled out the sound and returned with an even thicker one. Ethan almost felt bad that he was robbing the world of Santi's beautiful fuck stick as he systematically ruined it from the inside out. Finally, he pulled out a small devise that looked like an oversized cigar cutter. It barely fit over Santi's girthy cock and with the last ounce of sanity and strength Santi shouted out.

"Fucking do it!"

CRUNCH-DING

Ethan squeezed the cutter, the blades slicing through Santi's meaty cock effortlessly as the ring closed until it met the metal pole that was still inserted in Santi's cock. He opened the cutter and gave it a final squeeze, just to be sure, before pulling it off, the blades slicing up Santi's cock as it was withdrawn.

Santi had passed out so didn't see or feel Ethan pull out the ureteral sound. Santi's cock had been totally sliced through except for the relatively small diameter of the sound that the cutter couldn't cut through, so as soon as it was removed, Santi's still hard cock instantly snapped, the small amount of internal structure that survived simply wasn't enough to hold the weight of his massive dick.

To be sure, Ethan grabbed the base of Santi's cock and squeezed, squealing as he felt the tiny bit of structure that was left snap like a fleshy twig. Ethan was sure that as soon as the cock ring was removed, Santi's cock would fall to the ground like a fallen leaf.

Ethan pulled one more item out of his bag, holding it with one hand as he quickly removed the cock ring with the other. As he predicted, Santi's weighty cock landed with a loud, echoing splat. Immediately, Ethan pressed a cauterizing iron against the hole where Santi's once mighty cock had jutted out from. Considering the sheer size of Santi's cock, the wound was relatively small. 

After he was sure Santi was stabilized enough for him to head up to call for professional help, Ethan gave the sweaty passed out nerd a peck on the cheek.

Ethan stopped to put on a shirt and tidied himself up as best he could in a hall mirror before poking his head into his mother's study.

"Mom, I broke my toys again," Ethan gave his mom an innocent shrug.

The dowager Pollack looked up from her papers and picked up her desk phone. After a polite sounding, yet terse, conversation, she hung up and looked up at Ethan smiling.

"It's okay honey. You go get cleaned up and we'll head to lunch. I'm starved,"

"Yes ma'am,"

Ethan went to check on Santi one last time, taking in the site of the sweat-soaked, muscular DILF, with his flattened, lumpy balls and nothing but a crudely healed wound where his cock used to jet out literally a foot from his body. Before he left, Ethan picked up Santi's cock and wrapped it in a cloth.

It was a beautiful sunny day so Ethan decided to drive his Porsche with the top down, his mother sitting next to him in a stylish fascinator. As they pulled out of the garage there was a barely perceptible bump as the car made quick work of the package Ethan had placed under the front tire.

When they reached the road, the sports car passed by an unmarked white van, Mrs. Pollack's faithful - and discrete - cleanup crew which was pulling onto the property.

--

Several months later, Mrs. Pollack and Ethan were the guests of honor at the opening gala for the Ronnie Pollack Museum of Art's newest exhibition space, The Santi Patil Pavilion. The Pavilion was a gleaming modern space outfitted with buffet tables and champagne fountains setup among its surreal sculptures and abstract paintings for the event. 

"Ethan!" came a familiar, friendly voice from the crowd.

Ethan politely excused himself from the live television interview he was doing to greet his old friend.

"Santi! You're looking well!" 

Ethan couldn't help but admire how well Santi's tall, svelte frame was filling out his Emporio Armani suit, though there was a noticeable lack of a bulge in the front of his pants.  The visual made Ethan's own pants start to bulge slightly.

The two hugged innocently, no one in the high class crowd was even remotely aware of the true context. As far as they were concerned it was just a wealthy philanthropist being greeted by a grateful patron.

Although Ethan was well versed in the art of mingling - talk to everyone, don't idle - he broke all convention as he stayed talking with Santi for nearly two hours, ignoring everyone else around him. Ethan and Santi's relationship might have been... unusual but that didn't mean the two didn't genuinely care about each other. 

"Oh, Maximillian! Over here,"

Santi waved over a short, young looking blonde. Ethan swallowed hard as the breathtaking, sharply dressed young man extended his hand.

"Ethan, I'd like you to meet Maximillian Bayer. Just one of the many research assistants your family's generous donations help to support,"

Ethan and Maximillian exchanged pleasantries, and thinly-veiled lustful glances. Maximillian was only twenty-one, working at the museum as part of his graduate work.

"Maximillian here is very interested in architectural history, and when I told him about Pollack Manor, he insisted on meeting you,"

Ethan smiled. 

"Maybe I could give you a tour sometime," Ethan wasn't sure if he was misreading the situation, so his offer was entirely above-board.

"I'd like that,"

"Oh, and and he's very interested in the wine cellars," Santi said with a wink.

"If you'll excuse me," Santi nodded politely as he waved toward the mayor, blending into the crowd.

The gala continued well into the night, the crowd was awed by the pavilion's stunning architecture and bold exhibits. The glitz and glamour of the gala was truly world class. Everyone was so enthralled that only Santi seemed to notice that Maximillian and Ethan had snuck away.

Santi smiled cheekily as he sipped his champagne.