CCO - Chief Castration Officer

Fabian Schaaf was the chief executive officer of CB & T, a conglomerate headquartered in The Shard, an ultratall officer tower that soared over downtown. The building was huge, intimidating yet graceful and timeless, which also described Fabian. Mr. Schaaf was a buff older gentlemen with a thick mustache and neatly trimmed beard that gave an air of mystery to his handsome face. He was easily in as good of shape - if not better - then the younger men he worked with so wore his steely grey hair like a badge of honor. His suits, all custom tailored, were cut to show off his toned body; slightly too tight in the crotch to make his bulge pop, tight at the chest to highlight his pecs and trim on the arms to show off his impressive muscles. Matching his steely exterior, Fabian had a reputation as something of a figurative ball-buster, quick to call out others' mistakes and commanding enough to win an argument with bravado alone, facts and figures be damned. He'd rhetorically emasculated so many men in his career that he'd earned a dubious nickname: Chief Castration Officer.

It had earned him the CEO title and the amazing office, along with an anachronistic perk; a human personal assistant. It was meant to show off Fabian's grandiosity; a man so important that even in the age of Siri and temp workers, he still retained a throwback - and relatively expensive - perk from a bygone era. The other executives used AI assistances like Siri to manage their day to day activities and shared a young woman named Tiffany who acted as their pooled assistant, doing things a disembodied computer simply couldn't, like pick up dry cleaning. Tiffany's job was neither hard nor glamorous, but she seemed sharp from Fabian's few interactions with her, and no one ever complained about her work. She was truly a model employee. Which was a far cry from Fabian's own assistant Kevin.

"Did you schedule the call with Berlin?" Fabian barked in his gruff German accent as he and Kevin walked down the corridor toward his office.

The entire elevator ride up had been Fabian shouting and Kevin trying desperately to keep up with his demanding boss.

"Um, Berlin. Um... no, I..." Kevin stumbled.

Fabian stopped abruptly and his middle aged assistant nearly ran into the wall of muscle. The CEO pulled out his phone and spoke into it calmly. After a short series of commands, the meeting had been setup, the AI assistant rapidly checked everyone's calendars, blocked out the best time and setup the Zoom call. 

"Remind me again why we pay you?" Fabian rolled his eyes and kept marching toward his office.

Kevin followed him like a lost puppy. Kevin was thirty-two, a good looking guy who - despite his boss' constant harassment - actually enjoyed his job. He got paid incredibly well for the menial tasks he performed and the office was filled with lots of hot young successful men, some of which he had gone out with, his proximity to the CEO seemingly elevating his social standing within the company.

He was generally fit, but not at all the muscle stud his boss was, though he did have access to Mr. Schaaf's personal tailor as a perk of the job. 

"If this imbecile is going to follow me around all day, he can at least look presentable!" Fabian had demanded of the board. CB & T's stellar results the previous quarter were enough justification for the board to approve Fabian's niche request - a clothing allowance for his personal assistant. Kevin always looked great, especially when the tailor started crafting his slacks to really accentuate his ass and overly-large nuts; he always had a huge bulge in his pants and he swore he had caught the stoic CEO glancing at it from time to time. Despite the fact Fabian was an unflinching asshole, Kevin at least got to admire the eye candy. The rest of the day carried on like normal, Fabian giving Kevin nonstp - often contradictory - demands, nitpicking everything and otherwise treating Kevin like garbage. To be fair, Kevin was quite incompetent, but even if he weren't the power trip of degrading him would have made Fabian be a dick to him anyway.

After a midday meeting, the rest of the executives filed out of the conference room and as soon as the door was shut Fabian turned to Kevin and screamed.

"You idiot! I told you to use the font Brandon Grotesque!", Fabian rolled his eyes as he looked at the last slide of the presentation. 

Fabian went on, ridiculing the font, the stock graphics. Everything about the presentation that Fabian himself had approved just that morning. The CEO was clearly just being an ass, getting off at using Kevin as a proverbial stress ball.

"Man, no wonder you're the CCO," Kevin muddled under his breath, tiring of the dressing down.

Fabian stopped his rant and walked over to Kevin.

"What did you call me?"

"I said, no wonder you're the CEO," Kevin gulped. 

Fabian grabbed Kevin's tie and pulled the smaller man closer, until they were just inches apart and before Kevin could react Fabian lifted his leg, resting his knee gently against the obscene bulge in Kevin's slacks. It lasted for a split second, before Fabian released Kevin and stepped back; it was so fast that at first Kevin thought he'd imagined it.

"That's what I thought," Fabian grinned.

His hearing was as sharp as his business skills; he had heard exactly what Kevin had mumbled, he just wanted to know if Kevin would be man enough to say it again to his face. In fact, Kevin often used the CCO acronym to talk about his boss and Fabian knew it. Keven had noticed that Fabian had been becoming more cruel and doing things like slamming his huge fist into his palm when yelling as if threatening to do the same to Kevin and this latest incident proved his point.

The rest of  the week Kevin seemed to make Fabian more and more angry over increasingly trivial issues. After using the wrong shade of blue in the CB & T logo on a report, Fabian balled up one of the pages and pelted Kevin. Stunned, Kevin stepped back as Fabian ripped out more pages and threw more paper balls at him, walking toward him until Kevin was backed into a corner.

"Do you know what I should do to you, you piece of shit?"

"Sir, I can explain... Oomph!"

Kevin's eyes crossed more in shock than pain as a dull ache radiated from his crotch. Fabian had just given his bulging nuts a slap with the back of his hands. In another context the sack tap may have been friendly, but when backed into a corner by a guy who could beat his ass, Kevin found the situation anything but friendly. The incidents continued to escalate, nothing too terrible but Fabian emphasized the obvious threat of what would happen is he ever let loose, casually mentioning how he had given a sparring partner a nasty concussion - as if Kevin needed a reminder of his obvious muscular advantage. Or crushing foam stress balls in his hands, until his face was red - his huge biceps flexing - and Kevin shuddering at the clearly implied visual.

It was Friday evening and most of The Shard had cleared out. Fabian was sitting at his glass desk working on a project and Fabian was there to assist, or rather, be used as a verbal punching bag. Fabian clearly enjoyed reminding Kevin of just how low he was on the corporate ladder.

Night was falling and the panoramic views of the glittering city in the CEO suite was breathtaking. Kevin was enamored by the sight as he approached his boss' desk with a cup of coffee, brewed just the way he liked it. The bumbling assistant was so taken aback by the view, that he stumbled and tripped. The whole situation looked quite comical as Kevin went flying, arms flopping and the coffee he was holding went sailing.

"Holy fuck!" Fabian screeched.

Kevin landed with a thud next to him as the boiling coffee landed all over Fabian's crotch. The hot liquid stung, and the fact that it was clinging to the wet fabric wasn't helping. Kevin quickly scrambled to his feet and he gasped at his boss' crotch. The clinging wet fabric left little to the imagination and he could clearly make out Fabian's thick tube and massive round nuts. 

"A little help, idiot?" 

Fabian was patting himself down with a handkerchief but it wasn't really helping. He noticed his assistant staring into his lap and he grinned, spreading his legs wider. The barked order snapped Kevin - who had been lost staring at Fabian's massive equipment - back to reality. He ran to the sink and grabbed towels, dropping to his knees as soon as he got back. He started blotting the coffee stain, his cock twitching as he felt each of the executive balls under the cloth. Kevin stay at Fabian's crotch level blotting a bit longer than necessary and Fabian eyed his hunky assistant with a nasty grin.

"I think they're dry," he said gruffly. 

Kevin sensed Fabian was getting even angrier and stood up quickly, knocking into the desk and sending stacks of documents flying all over the floor. The once orderly office was a shambles. Fabian's face started to flush and he snorted like an angry bull as he rose to his feet. Kevin took several steps back until he was in the middle of the office; in front of him was the hulking CEO  with the night time metropolis serving as a backdrop. The whole thing was quite dramatic and would have almost been hot if Kevin wasn't literally in fear for his life.

Fabian took a huge step forward and Kevin froze, but oddly a strange grin spread across the executive's face and he crossed his arms. The fabric around his biceps was straining.

"Give me a reason to not fire you," Fabian asked coldly.

This is it, Kevin thought. Fabian had been building up to something for weeks and here it was. He was being fired. No more free tailored clothes or awesome pay. With his skillset, which was lacking, he'd be lucky to land any other entry level job that was as plush as CB & T. Kevin tried to keep his composure as he pleaded for his job, trying - and failing - to highlight the value he bought to Fabian's hectic days.

Fabian nodded, the odd grin still on his face and this time Kevin was positive Fabian's eyes were laser focused between his legs. Suspecting he might have picked up on a hint, Kevin took a step forward then another. Fabian followed suite and soon, with Kevin still going on about how much he needed the job, hey were nearly face to face. Kevin stammered his words as he was awestruck by the site of his hot as fuck boss bulging out of his clothes and wreaking of couture cologne and pure masculine musk. The whole scene looked like the setup for a porno.

Kevin's words were interrupted as Fabian placed a finger on his lips to hush him. Kevin shuddered as Fabian ran his finger down from his lips to his chest, down his stomach and stopping over his huge right nut. Kevin gulped as he noticed Fabian was fully hard, the too-tight fabric in his crotch looking like it was going to burst open from his enormous swollen cock. Sensing an opening, Kevin whispered softly.

"I'll do anything, sir,"

Fabian grinned.

"Anything?" 

Fabian licked his lips and grabbed his package through his slacks. Kevin prayed Fabian was a bottom because he was in no way capable of being fucked by the apparently never-endingly-huge cock Fabian was grabbing. The monster seemed to get bigger and bigger with each passing second. Fabian seemed to be thinking what to make Kevin do; after all the dumb, yet attractive man had said 'anything'...

"Take off your pants," Fabian demanded in his usual barking tone.

Kevin nervously removed his belt, unzipped his expensive trousers and let them fall to his feet. Fabian's grin widened as he looked over the ludicrous, almost fake looking bulge in Kevin's tight white underwear. Each of his massive nuts, slightly more round than oblong, was so clearly outlined Kevin might as well not been wearing anything, his cock was swelling, snaking off to the left. Kevin felt like Fabian was eying him more like a fancy work of art than a sex object, it felt very odd. Something's off here, Kevin thought and he started sweating, his heart quickened as the hunky CEO took another step closer. They were now nearly touching, so close that if Fabian had opened his fly his fourteen inch monster wouldn't even have enough room to fully inflate without bumping into Kevin.

"Underwear too," Fabian whispered, but still somehow sounded as aggressive as if he had shouted the command. 

Kevin gulped. Fabian's grin was maliciously mischievous, not come-hither sexy. Fabian subtly flexed his torso and arms making him look hulking compared to Kevin. Kevin shuddered, for the first time feeling legitimately scared of his boss. He wasn't sure was Fabian was planning but he felt like he didn't want to find out.

"What's wrong, dumbass? Don't you think I need some stress balls after your recent performances..."

Fabian pointed to his coffee stained crotch and the mess of papers all over his modern, once organized, desk. Kevin gulped. He parted his lips to speak when Fabian again put a finger over his lips to hush him.

"Don't you think so, Kevin?"

Kevin's heart was pounding so hard his ears were ringing. He was confident Fabian was about to do some really naughty things to him. He was scared yet intrigued. He'd been hot for Fabian since day one, and here he was offering up the whole buffet. Fabian ran his finger down Kevin's body until it was again over his right nut, only this time there was only his underwear in the way.

"Yeah, I think so," Kevin blurted out. He wasn't even sure which part of his brain had responded.

"Good," 

Kevin's eyes bulged and his jaw opened, a throaty scream filling the office. Fabian grabbed his right ball and gave it a devastating squeeze. The tough organ was compressed so tight that it looked like one of the fluffy stress balls Fabian normally played with; to Fabian's muscles there was little difference. Fabian's cock strained in his pants as he felt Kevin's bull nut compressing until it was impossibly flat, then alternated his grip so that his thumb was pressing directly into the middle of his nut. 

The assistant's nut dimpled like dough, feeling like it was about to become a donut with a huge hole blasted through it. Kevin squired and clawed at Fabian's arm but that only made the wicked CEO chuckle. 

"These make great stress balls,"

"FUCK!" 

Kevin's eyes crossed and though his mouth was open, only a slight whimpering was coming out. Fabian haad grabbed his left nut with his free hand and was now kneading both of them like dough. Fabian's arms bulged as he compressed each nut as hard as he could, enjoying the fact he was playing Kevin literally like an instrument. Squeeze his thumb into Kevin's left nut; a falsetto scream. Yank the right nut, a baritone shout. Both thumbs pressed in unison, a high pitched melodic yodel. It was both hilarious and pathetic. 

Kevin clawed and scratched and tried to beg Fabian to let him go but somehow his cock still stayed hard, jutting out an impressive nine inches. 

"Ooooh nooooo!"

The poor assistant thought he was going to throw up as he felt himself being lifted effortlessly off the floor by his nuts. Fabian laughed as he lifted and lowered the writhing middle age jock like a yo-yo, putting unbelievable pressure on his spuds. Kevin's cock raged and he screamed for mercy as Fabian finally lowered him to the ground.

"Sir please...Noooooo!"

Fabian released Kevin's right nut and concentrated both hands on his left, squishing it nearly flat between his palms, pulsing them so hard and so violently that they felt like someone was punching them. Using Kevin's sack like a leash, Fabian walked Kevin backward until his ass was pressed against the table and lightened his grip on Kevin's nut slightly. WIthout thinking, Kevin kicked off his shoes,used his feet to pull off his pants and hopped up onto the glass desktop, his legs spread.

"See, you can do something right," Fabian laughed.

His face turned serious as he grabbed Kevin's underwear and tore them off like they were made of tissue paper. Kevin's nuts tumbled out, looking red and swollen, leaving a sweaty mark on the table. Fabian looked up at Kevin and licked his lips. Kevin was sure Fabian was about to go down on his throbbing cock but instead took his sack in both hands and squeezed entirely too hard. Just too hard.

Kevin crossed his eyes and his mind went blank, literally overloaded by the pain signals flooding it. His abs tightened under this pressed shirt and he let out a deep, painful shudder as Fabian unleashed every ounce of his true strength into crushing Kevin's manhood.

"Stop... please..."

Kevin was droning, barely even able to scream, so stunned he was reacting much more calmly than if his brain were truly processing the terrible damage happening inside his scrotum. Each testicle was pressed against each other, compressing and flattening and fighting for less and less space. Tubes were being compressed shut in their desperate attempt not to burst open. Their shells were quivering on the brink and Fabian reacted by grinning and just applying more pressure. Kevin's eyes rolled into his head.

"Fuck!"

His cock jerked and let out a single, modest rope of cum that shot so hard it hit Fabian in the chin.

"Great job, Kevin," Fabian chuckled gruffly as the cum stalactite hung from his beard. 

"Nooooo!"

SQUISH

Kevin swore he felt and heard something give in his bag as Fabian's biceps bulged at their absolute limit, his shirt looked like it was going to rip open as he gave Kevin's nuts one final, horrible squeeze.

The stunned assistant clutched his junk, wincing as he examined them.They were bright red and alarming thumb shaped bruises were forming all over their surface. He couldn't believe how much damage Fabian had inflicted, but then looked at Fabian's massive upper body and arms and figured it was par for the course.

Fabian grinned as he walked calmly over to the sink and washed the cum off his face. He whistled as he made his way back toward Kevin. Despite the pain, Kevin's mouth was watering as he eyed Fabian's barely contained cock, hoping that his kinky boss would finally unzip his fly. The two eyed each other for what felt like a long time, giving anyone looking into the sky-high suite quite a show; a toned man clutching his swollen, bruised nuts drooling over a hot-as-fuck daddy barely restrained in his pants, looking like he was going to jump Kevin.

Fabian gave a deep moan that sounded like a growl as he leaned in toward Kevin. At first he thought his boss was going to make out with him, but instead he leaned in and whispered softly - yet sternly - into his ear.

"If you let me play with your balls, you will be hired here forever,"

The assistant thought a lot about the proposition. After the preview had just had, Kevin was scared of what kind of ball play Fabian envisioned, but he was also still scared of being fired and was so turned on by the proposition of hooking up with Fabian that he accepted. What's the worst that could happen, he thought. His ass puckered just at the prospect of Fabian bending him over the table and fucking him in full view of the city below.

Before Kevin could respond Fabian slammed his fist down onto his assistant's nuts, flattening them against the glass. Kevin's sperm tanks were flattened like crepes. 

Kevin convulsed and fell forward, caught effortlessly by Fabian's strong arms. The CEO propped Kevin back up, the dazed stud wobbling for a moment before Fabian braced one hand against Kevin's shoulder and slammed down his second fist, crushing Kevin's sack flat against the glass.

SPLOTCH - CRAAACK

Kevin let out a bellow so loud and deep the entire building shuddered. A large crack appeared on the thick glass desktop, splintering like spiderwebs, mimicking the membrane shattering going on inside Kevin's sack. A terrible bruise erupted on Kevin's sack and he clutched his balls as he fell to the floor. 

Fabian stepped over the balled up assistant and sat back behind his desk, fixed the papers that had been scattered earlier and logged back into his computer. He casually continued working as Kevin lay rolling around cradling his swollen aching nuts. 

It took Kevin nearly fifteen minutes to slowly raise to his feet. He needed to brace himself against the desk with one arm to avoid falling from his wobbly knees. The other was still cupping his nuts. They were horribly swollen and he was alarmed by the deep purple and black bruises. Fabian barely looked up from his spreadsheet.

"Ah, you're up. Get me some coffee,"

Kevin looked at him blankly.

"Did I stutter?"

Fabian growled, rising to his feet so quickly Kevin stumbled backward in terror, convinced Fabian was going to jump over the table and tackle him.

"Ye-yes, sir, Mr. Schaaf." 

Kevin painfully made his way to the coffee maker.

--

Kevin's balls were bruised for days. They were so swollen the already hefty bulge in his slacks was even bigger and he tried hard to disguise the limp caused by his throbbing balls. 

Despite the fact Fabian had nearly earned his nick name as the Chief Castration Officer literally, other than belittling Fabian at every opportunity, little practically changed in their day to day.

Kevin was sure his boss wouldn't attack him so violently again in a building filled with thousands of workers - and potential witnesses - but to be safe he avoided allowing himself to be in the same room alone with Fabian. That didn't stop Fabian from cornering him from time to time in encounters that probably looked innocent from a glance.

Once while Kevin was making copies at a machine in the middle of the office, surrounded by glass cubicles and workers in broad daylight, Fabian walked up behind him, his hard cock pressed against the back of Kevin's leg and said in a voice barely above a whisper "You're mine now."

A chill still ran down Kevin's spine as Fabian turned to greet a fawning young executive with a broad friendly smile. 

The next day Fabian pressed Kevin against the window of his office before a meeting. The two stood silently face to face for what felt like forever, Fabian was just grinning and squeezing a gel filled stress ball until it exploded covering his hand with goop. Kevin shuddered as Fabian rose his knee and just barely made contact with the lump between Kevin's legs and bounced them a few times. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. The rush of power Fabian felt being a CEO looking down on the city from the tallest building in the nicest suite with a cowering man begging with his eyes was intoxicating. 

There was a knock on the door and Fabian wiped his goopy hand on his kerchief and sat at his desk, Kevin turned to face the window too stunned to speak. Tiffany entered. She was doing a lunch run and wanted to know if he wanted anything. He politely declined and she ducked back out, oblivious. From her perspective Fabian had simply been working and Kevin was admiring the view.

That night Kevin was so eager to leave, he practically ran toward the elevator to join the last few workers leaving for the day. He was just about to board when he heard Fabian calling for him. He turned and his blood ran cold.

Fabian was standing there in his suit, looking dashing as ever and rolling a small foam stress ball with the CB & T logo printed on it in his hands. Virtually everyone in the office had gotten one during some promotion so no one thought anything odd about seeing a high powered - and presumably stressed - executive using one. A few people in the elevator car waved at him obliviously.

"Can I see you in my office please?"

"Yeah Mr. Schaaf, right away,"

As if on cue the elevator doors closed and the last group of workers was gone. Kevin was alone with Fabian. Kevin backed against the elevator and frantically pressed the call button.

Fabian smirked as he approached him, his cock throbbing, until he was standing face to face, his hot breath hitting Kevin's neck, his cologne filling his nose and his cock pressed against Kevin's thigh.

"Mr..."

Before Kevin could speak, Fabian rose his knee and slammed it full force into his crotch again and again nearly lifting Kevin out of his loafers. Kevin let out a horrified scream that echoed through the empty office.

DING 

The elevator doors open and Kevin would have fallen in backward but Fabian grabbed his tie and pulled him forward. Kevin's face turned red as he was choked with his own tie for a moment until Fabian hoisted him closer. The two were now touching, their chests pressed together staring into each other's eyes. The empty elevator door closed.

"Do you wanna' keep your job?"

Kevin gulped. Despite everything, Fabian was turning him on so much that his cock was throbbing even with the pain in his sack.

"Mr. Schaaf please..."

Fabian placed a finger over Kevin's lips.

"Ssshhh"

He reached for Kevin's shirt slowly unbuttoning it to reveal his toned chest. It wasn't a washboard like his, but Fabian liked what he saw. Kevin gulped.

Next, Fabian undid the knot in Kevin's tie and removed it. Kevin's pants and underwear were next. Kevin was now standing in the elevator lobby naked except for his opened white shirt. His still swollen nuts hanging low between his legs. Fabian cupped them gently and squeezed. Kevin winced as the hunky executive lead him through the empty office space until they were in his office.

Fabian slammed Kevin's back against the window and promptly slammed his knee into his balls several times, each time eliciting a shriek from Kevin. Kevin was being slammed so hard with each kick he thought the window behind him was going to shatter and he'd plummet to his death.

SPLAT 

Kevin let out a groan after the last of a dozen knees crashed into his nut sack. Fabian stepped back and allowed him to fall to his knees. Suddenly, Fabian swooped down and grabbed both of Kevin's ankles wrenching them up. Kevin was on his back, his legs in the air and his balls sitting like two huge targets between his legs.

"God, no!"

SPLAT 

Kevin passed out and his limp body barely reacted as Fabian wore out his leg stomping mercilessly into his scrotum, leaning into each stomp and grinding. Kevin's fat nuts flattened hideously with each blow until they were covered in bruises and puffy. Fabian chuckled as he dropped Kevin's legs and knelt down to exam his handiwork. It was a very hands on examination.

"Ooooh"

Kevin moaned as Fabian grabbed a ball in each hand and squashed it, pressing his thumb into them. Kevin's doughy balls resisted being turned into donuts but two huge welts erupted under Fabian's thumbs which were actually starting to hurt themselves from the pressure. Fabian grinned and sat at his desk.

He worked on his computer as if nothing were out of the ordinary, occasionally stopping to look out over the skyline. He made himself coffee. He took a phone call from the CFO to discuss capex spending. He read through briefings. It was all quite ordinary except for the raging boner in his pants and the snoring jock on his office floor. Kevin's nuts actually looked worse since the bruises had further developed and pockets of hematomas under the scrotum had turned into black unhealthy looking bumps.

Fabian walked over to him and knelt down. He licked his lips as he looked over the nearly naked stud, rubbing his hands over his body admiringly.

SPLAAAT 

Without even thinking Fabian slammed his fist down on Kevin's defenseless nuts, flattening them to pancakes. 

SPLAAAT 

Fabian's fists were moving like pistons, left right left right, each time finding their target. Kevin barely stirred as his sack became a purple, red, bluish-black monstrosity. Tiring of toying with Kevin in his current passed out form, Fabian returned to his work.

Another couple hours passed. 

Kevin groaned as he awoke slowly, his mind slowly starting to reboot, and it was almost instantly shutdown by the wave of something strange and terrible coming from his crotch. It wasn't 'pain' or 'agony' it was an entirely new, awful sensation he didn't have a word for. It was followed by an adrenaline rush and he got up and sprinted toward the door, ignoring the pain as his heavy, battered nuts bounced.

Fabian grinned, stood up and raced after him. Kevin turned and screamed as the huge beast of a man came at him with a speed that didn't match his size. He tackled Kevin and they became a pile of writhing muscle, one naked and one fully clothed. It didn't take much for Fabian to get Kevin on his back, straddling his chest, his crotch bulging in Kevin's face.

"Let me bust your balls and you can keep your job,"

"Mr. Schaaf..."

"Try again,"

Fabian jumped to his feet and before Kevin could react, he placed his foot on Kevin's balls, slowly compressing them.

"Mr. Schaaf.... Fabian...  Ooooh!"

SQUISH

Kevin's balls bulged and flattened. Kevin kicked his legs up trying to break free but Fabian had him by the balls.

SQUIIISH 

Kevin's voice jumped an octave as Fabian hopped and stomped his foot down. 

SQUIIIISH 

Kevin felt like his nuts were about to break open. He called out begging for help in the abandoned office. 

"Come on, lemme' break 'em. Please?"

Fabian asked, pretending to pout. His cock was raging as he felt Kevin's enormous eggs start to flatten out under his foot. He squealed as he stomped down. Jumped and stomped again. 

SPLOTCH 

Kevin felt his right nut crack. 

He struggled hysterically and managed to break away. Kevin crawled toward the office door and Fabian watched the pathetic attempt.

He strolled over to Kevin and kicked him onto his back. Kevin looked up and wailed in terror as Fabian pounced on him, sitting on Kevin's chest. He sent his fists into Kevin's nuts, alternating in squeezes between his lineage-ending punches.

SPLOTCH 

Kevin's agony double as his left nut bulged and fractured. His voice jumped octaves and he was filling the offices of CB & T with tortured castrato. He was sweating which made every tensed muscle in his body glisten. 

"Oh yeah, baby!" 

Fabian moaned, almost in sexual bliss as he pounded Kevin's crumbling nuts.

SPLOOOOOTCH 

Kevin's nuts had been so big that even their useless broken pieces were still huge. Fabian got back to his feet and stomped on Kevin's sack. Kevin's eyes grew huge as he felt his sack flatten. And stay that way. 

The assistant's sack was full of nothing but gonad soup.

Kevin screamed at the top of his lungs his sack was a quarter inch, lumpy mass of blue and black. Distinct sensations of popping and bursting continued to echo through his body as he started to faint. Fabian continued to press into the destroyed nuts with his beefy weight. His cock was so hard the fabric of his pants looked like it was going to tear.

SPLOOOOSH  

The last solid thing between Kevin's legs finally imploded. He looked up, shocked and woozy. Fortunately for him he was in such shock that he wasn't even feeling pain as he stared up at his beautiful, muscular boss. Despite the fact Kevin was sweaty and only wearing a shirt, Mr. Schaaf still looked put together in his fitted suit, just a small wet spot where his pulsing cock had leaked precum.

Kevin blacked out.

"You're fired!" 

Fabian laughed.