The Ghost Network: Oh, Brother Part II

Graphic Violence: Reader discretion advised. This story is not for everyone. Please do not ignore this warning and then complain in the comments section.

This is the 'secret' continuation of The Ghost Network: Oh, Brother! The link to this was actually in the HTML of the original post. Congratulations to the handful of people who found it ;) (You may want to reread the first part since this just jumps right into the action)

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After having endured brutal castrations from Ghost, twins Liam and Noah were mysteriously deposited in the desert outside Las Vegas. The two passed out hunks lay in the sand for several hours until they were found by hikers. The twins were wearing only a pair of shorts, sprawled out in the shade of a flashy beach umbrella. In fact it was the umbrella that had caught the hiker's attention in the first place.

There were bottles of water and a map with detailed directions to get back to the safety of the glittering city tucked under Liam's arm. It was a peculiar amount of care considering they had been literally a single button press from being slaughtered.

As soon as they were awake, Liam and Noah frantically dove their hands into their shorts, desperate to see if it had all been a dream or a sick illusion. It was neither. Both of their crotches were smooth, their battered sacks removed leaving only an expertly done row of stitches. The confused hikers introduced themselves as Greg and Cole and  were horrified by the twin's story as they made their way out of the desert. 

"We're parked over here," Cole gestured toward the horizon.

As they reached the road, Noah felt a piece of paper in his pocket and pulled out a hand scrawled note that made his blood go cold. He grabbed Liam to halt his progress and the two hikers, two muscled, tanned blondes, looked at them mischievously. The note read:

"Thanks for playing. Hope you're ready for the next round - Ghost"

Under the terse message was a crude doodle of two penises with red x's drawn over them. Liam and Noah looked at the hikers and screamed.

"Oh, none of that now," came Cole as he lunged at Noah.

"Run, Liam!" 

Noah screamed as the strong but exhausted and traumatized twins were quickly overpowered by Greg and Cole. The handsome black haired studs were tossed into the back of the hikers' truck which nonchalantly pulled away.

Liam and Noah exhausted themselves from screaming and struggling in the back of Greg and Cole's truck. They could hear traffic passing by but they had been tied up and covered in a heavy tarp with some kind of heavy objects thrown on top, preventing them for signaling for help. Gradually the sounds of traffic disappeared until the truck turned down a bumpy road. The twins had been driven to the literal middle of nowhere.

The truck turned off and Liam and Noah could here the two front doors open and close. They could hear Greg and Cole speaking excitedly outside, at times raising their voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. 

"Noah, as soon as there's an opening I need you to run, okay?" Liam pleaded.

Noah shook his head.

"Not without you, no way,"

Liam was about to plead with his brother when suddenly the truck doors opened again, the tarp was lifted and Cole and Greg dragged the trapped twins out of the vehicle kicking and screaming. Cole and Greg were two blondes who appeared to be the same age as the brothers, and in similarly good shape, but there really was not a contest. Liam and Noah were so shocked, exhausted and frightened that their clumsy attempts to escape were yielding no results. Cole, took Liam by the arm and Greg took Noah and the two blondes effortlessly dragged the twins into a large shed next to a secluded ranch style house.

Noah was surprised that the sun had already set and he could see his breath in the chilly night air. For a second he was almost awestruck by the moonlit desert landscape before being instantly snapped back to reality by a sharp punch to the side. Noah's breath was knocked out of him as another fist found his solar plexus.

"Dude, cut it out!" Cole yelled at his friend.

As Liam and Noah were roughly led into the middle of the shed, Liam picked up on the fact that Cole seemed much more nervous than the clearly sadistic Greg and was plotting out ways to use it to his advantage. The shed was barely higher than the four young men's height but in the middle was a sole support column which Liam and Noah were promptly tied to, their muscular backs facing each other separated only by the wooden beam. The twins' hands were bound helplessly in front of them and their legs and torsos were tied tightly to the beam.

Noah yelped as Greg tightened the restraints on his wrists so tightly his hands immediately started to turn pale and tingly.

"Not so tight!" Cole gestured and Greg begrudgingly loosened the rope. 

As soon as the twins were secured, Greg made a fist and before Cole could react slammed it into Noah's face. Noah futility tried to raise his hands to protect himself but it was no use and he felt like his nose had been broken by the blow. 

Cole looked like he was going to become physically ill as he grabbed Greg's arm and held it back before he could deliver another blow. Cole looked at Noah with a weird mix of sympathy, lust and panic.

"You didn't need to do that," Cole scolded. 

Greg scoffed as he pulled his arm free. Noah braced himself for another punch but instead, felt Greg reach into his shorts and grab the base of his cock and squeeze. Hard. Noah yodeled as Greg twisted and pulled at his fat cock which - despite the situation - was starting to swell up from the sensation of the handsome blonde's calloused hands on his rod. Cole looked slightly panicked as he let Greg pull and stretch the yowling Noah's cock for nearly five minutes. Liam couldn't see what was happening but could hear his brother screaming and felt him writhing against the support beam and he instinctively started crying and begging Greg to stop.

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" 

Greg snarled at Cole as he released Noah's cock, wiping his precum covered hand against his pants. 

"Alright, but let's at least see what we're working with,"

Greg grabbed Noah's shorts with both hands and ripped them to shreds, grunting like an animal. The unbridled violence made Noah's ripped body go rigid with terror. The grunting hunk made quick work of Noah's last shred of clothing, letting his semi-hard, thick cock flop freely over the smooth patch of skin that used to house his scrotum.

On the contrary, Cole had gently pulled Liam's shorts down to his bound ankles. Like his twin, Liam's cock lay lazily over his castration stiches. When he was done, Cole stood and faced Liam, looking intensely into his eyes. Liam was pleading with the seemingly more reasonable kidnapper to not hurt them. Cole's lip quivered like he was going to speak, but he only swallowed and walked around to join Greg standing in front of Noah.

Greg pulled a small bottle of lubricant out of his pocket and held it up.

"You're favorite, isn't it, Noah?"

Noah's blood ran cold. The bottle Greg was holding was indeed Noah's preferred brand of lube. How long had Ghost been stalking him, Noah thought as the true scope of the conspiracy became clear.

"P-p-p-please. Don't hurt me..." Noah barely got out. 

He was hyperventilating in terror as Greg squirted a generous amount of the sticky liquid into his hand and grasped Noah's cock gently. Within minutes, Noah's cock was at its full nine inch, steely hardness - his fuck stick totally ignoring its owner's terror as it focused on the handsome muscle stud stroking it off. The sensation of having his cock stroked felt alien without the tugging sensation of his heavy-nuts being pulled along too, but Noah's cock didn't seem to mind and was continuing to leak pre all over Greg's slimy hand.

"Oh man, these guys are hot, aren't they Cole?" 

Greg was smiling, the bulge in his jeans making it clear he was thoroughly enjoying playing with Noah's cock. Cole nodded as he started to stroke off Liam. Noah's moans were occasionally cut in by screams as Greg twisted or tugged at Noah's cock, but Cole was being much more tender with Liam's matching nine incher.

"Does that feel good?"

Cole asked licking his lips, seemingly genuinely interested in whether or not Liam - despite everything - was enjoying himself. Without thinking, Liam's cock took control of the verbal part of his brain and he breathlessly moaned 'slower'. Cole nodded and slowed down, expertly stroking Liam's throbbing cock with both hands, milking the black haired stud like a cow. Even though Liam and Noah's cocks were identical, Liam's was harder and noticeably more engorged, helped no doubt by the fact he was receiving a legitimately good hand job from Cole whilst his twin brother was having his treated like a stress ball. By now, Greg wasn't even stroking Noah, just squeezing and twisting and pulling.

Cole tried to ignored Noah's screams as he worked over his own hot twin, but finally he couldn't take it.

"Dude! Cut it out! You're hurting him!"

Greg looked puzzled by his friend's outburst.

"Umm, that's the point, bro."

Noah wailed as Greg took his cock in both hands and pulled as hard as he could.

"Greg!" 

Cole let go Liam's cock and again looked like he was going to be sick.

"Cole..." 

Greg released Noah's cock and walked over to Cole, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the other side of the shed. The two were clearly arguing but were carefully keeping their voices down so that the twins couldn't hear. After nearly a minute they returned, Cole facing Liam and Greg facing Noah.

"So, here's the deal..." Greg started, his cold eyes piercing into Noah's.

Greg gave a very brief primer of what the Ghost Network was, and Noah and Liam recoiled at the prospect that countless thousands pooled their collective resources to stalk, kidnap and torture unsuspecting men.  Greg, not bothered by the intense judgement the brother's were casting on him and Cole, explained that he and his friend Cole had been fans of the Ghost Network for years and had watched every show, getting off over and over as stud after stud lost his junk in ridiculously gory ways. The show Liam and Noah had been unlucky to be a part of was called 'Oh Brother' and featured three sets of brothers Ghost - and presumably a network of others - had stalked out and chosen specifically for the event. Encoded in the datastream were coordinates where viewers could go to claim a special reward, assuming any of the contestants made it out alive. Cole had cracked the code and he and Greg had fetched them in the Nevada desert mere minutes after they had been dropped off.

"We never had a chance, did we?" Liam sighed, looking at Cole pleadingly as a lone tear ran down his cheek

"Ghost implied that whoever found you could have our way with you and finish what he started, but we'd have to make sure to get rid of the evidence. But my buddy here is having second thoughts," 

Greg rolled his eyes at Cole. Noah and Liam's hearts both sank in their chests. 'Get rid of the evidence' didn't bode well for their odds of getting out of the shed alive, let alone with their cocks intact.

"No! No! Cole please! Cole, don't!" Liam pleaded frantically.

 

"Cole! Man, don't do it! Please!" Noah chimed in.

The brothers, sensing that Cole might still be somewhat reasonable, pleaded and begged.

"We - we're about the same age, right?" Liam prodded.

Cole nodded.

"Then imagine being me right now, man. I'm so young, dude, come on. I'm so fucking scared right now. Please! Please help me! Please!" 

Greg ignored this naked appeal to his nonexistent humanity and grasped the base of Noah's cock with both hands. Squeezing firmly he started pulling forward as hard as he could. Noah's pleas were stopped in his throat, replaced by a blood curling scream. The strong blonde was applying every ounce of strength into ripping off Noah's cock and was pulling his body back and walking backward to apply more and more pressure to the connective tissue's keeping Noah's cock attached to his body.

"Pleeeeeeease!" Noah screamed.

Liam could tell Cole was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. Watching guys get neutered - or even killed in some cases - was hot when it was just an image on a video panel. Cole could justify it as being no more visually disturbing as watching a gory special effect or reading a particularly gruesome ball busting story. But in real life, Noah's desperate screams were tugging at the youngman's heart strings in a way that not even the highest fidelity stereo system could convey. And watching Noah struggle in genuine panic in person was orders of magnitude more chilling than anything Cole had ever passively watched on the Ghost Network.

"Dude I can't!"

Cole stepped back from Liam.

"Fine, more cocks for me!" Greg sneered. 

Noah was letting out a high pitched, continuous squeal as the internal connections keeping his rock hard cock attached to his crotch were starting to tear. The relatively tiny ruptures felt - and sounded -like his entire dick was being ripped off his body. Greg had stretched Noah's cock out an astounding four inches, making it nearly thirteen inches long and the pressure on his base was unbearable.

"Greg, stop! Stop! Stop!"  Cole cried out.

Noah screamed bloody murder as trickles of blood started to appear at the base of his cock. Greg was putting everything he had into ripping the steely pole right off Noah's toned body and his efforts were paying off. He wasn't just tugging, he was alternating between quick, jerking pulls and long, torturous tugs. At once point, Greg placed a hand on Noah's pec using the twin's own hot body as leverage as he ripped his cock off.

Cole was horrified. The prospect of ruining Liam and Noah had seemed so incredibly hot, especially after he had watched both of their sacks get destroyed in high definition - but now that he was actually watching - and hearing - it was anything but hot.

"Greg! That's enough man,"

Cole placed his hand on Greg's shoulder but the increasingly deranged young man only brushed it away before returning both hands to the task. Noah wailed as he felt his dick being pulled away. Liam was screaming, begging for Cole to do something.

More tissues tore at the base of Noah's cock. It wouldn't be very long, Greg thought.

"Noooooo!!"

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPP

Cole turned away and vomited as an absolutely disgusting wet tearing sound marked the end of Noah's fucking days. Greg fell backward, holding Noah's still-hard cock aloft and smiling wickedly. Without even touching himself, his cock spewed a massive load into his jeans as he replayed the final moments of Noah's cock in his head. The sensation was even more hot than he had imagined and Greg knew he had bate fuel for life.

Unlike the sterile and well-prepared white rooms Ghost used, the shed had no medical supplies that could be rushed into use when the proverbial cameras were turned off. Not like Greg would use them if they were available. Noah was screaming and writhing as the gaping wound in his crotch bled down his toned legs. Cole pulled off his shirt and pressed it against the hole where Noah's penis used to be.

After his orgasm had subsided, Greg stood up and threw Noah's cock on the ground, stomping on its head and causing most of its insides to spew out of the base.

"What's happening!" Liam cried out.

He couldn't see what had happened but could tell by the sounds it wasn't good.

"He's bleeding out, man!" Cole shouted in hysterics.

"Noah! Noah, no!" Liam hysterically pulled at his bounds.

"Greg! He's gonna' die! Untie him, man, hurry!" Cole pleaded.

Greg only laughed as he continued to stomp Noah's disembodied cock until it was nothing but a stain on the floor. The fantasy was clearly hotter to Cole than the blood spurting, sickening reality of actually doing it. He started to feel genuinely terrible he had ever decoded the clue to find the twins in in the first place.

As Cole desperately tried to save Noah, Greg sauntered over to Liam and grabbed his dick at the base. Noah was starting to lose consciousness.

"Greg! Help me!" Cole screamed.

Noah's body suddenly went limp. And cold.

Even though Liam's screams were filling the shed, they seemed like distant echoes to Cole whose entire field of vision became Noah's lifeless face.

"Bu-bu-buddy? You okay, Noah?" Cole's voice was shaking.

Cole slapped Noah on the side of the face as if trying to wake him up from a nap.  There was no response. In his fantasy, Cole had imagined he and Greg finding the hot twins, messing with their cocks and then letting them go, or possibly even hooking up with them. Although the reality of what actually happens when you tear off a piece of someone's body should have been obvious, Cole was completely unprepared. 

He'd crossed the Rubicon.

"Noah? Dude, wake up! Please wake up!" Cole was sobbing as he shook Noah.

Meanwhile Greg continued to twist, pull and yank on Liam's failing cock.

"Greg...I think he's... I think we.."

Cole was overwhelmed and fainted, his head landing in the gooey, fibrous pile that used to be Noah's cock. Greg only looked at his passed out buddy and laughed, not stopping his task of giving Liam a painful penectomy. Liam's cock was stretched and tugged, every connective tissue stretched to its limits for nearly a half an hour until...

RIIIIIIIIIIII-SPLOTCH--IIIP

Liam felt an indescribable sadness and agony as his fat cock collapsed in Greg's hands. Greg had been holding the crushed tube with both hands, leaning backward and squeezing and nearly creamed again when he felt his hands instantly compress, crushing every tube in Liam's cock like he was expelling a giant tube of toothpaste.

Liam begged and pleaded for help as he felt himself fade away but unlike Cole, Greg didn't even try to help. He walked over to Cole, who was laying on his back with his legs spread. Totally defenseless.

"Wakey, wakey!"

Greg hurled Liam's cock down on Cody's face where it landed with a splat. Cody moaned as he slowly stirred, instinctively trying to wipe his face and recoiling in horror as he felt the husk of flesh. He jumped to his feet in panic, Liam's cock landing in front of him.

"Okay, time to hide the evidence."

Greg tossed a still shocked Cole a shovel and motioned toward the two lifeless twins. Cole dry heaved and sobbed as he untied Noah and helped Greg carry him outside. Just then, both of the captors' cell phones chirped and Greg nearly dropped Noah's upper half as he fetched for his phone. Greg's eyes lit up even as Cole continued to drown in utter disbelief.

"Dude, another show is starting in an hour! Holy fuck! We gotta' hurry!"

Cole pulled his phone out of his pocket and threw it to the ground. Greg looked at him confused. As Noah's clammy legs weighed heavy in Cole's arms, he promised himself he would keep his ball busting and cock torture strictly in the fantasy realm from now on, if even that. He couldn't bring himself to keep his eyes open as he helped carry out Noah's body.

Greg silently observed his buddy's behavior and knew what had just happened. The Ghost Network has just lost a viewer, but had gained a potential model, Greg thought, as he smiled evilly, eyeing Cole's tight, muscular body and sizable bulge.

Cole had no clue his best bud was now imagining his nuts being blown apart, but unlike Cole, Greg had no qualms in making it a reality. Greg made a mental note to send the appropriate encrypted message to Ghost as soon as Liam and Noah were taken care of.

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The Ghost Network continues here (link goes live on New Years Eye 2022)

The Cocky Swimmer / Fathers Day Golf Tournament

Today is the first day of summer in my part of the world! To celebrate the season of pools, and hot guys in skimpy swimsuits, please enjoy the below story with illustration by Whistle (don't forget to view the drawings in full size by clicking or tapping. The attention to gory detail is amazing! It is also Father's Day here so I am making this post a 2 for 1 with two stories to celebrate Summer and Dads!

The Cocky Swimmer

Vince was the star and captain of the Amajor University swim team. He was tall, lean senior with cropped brown hair, a chiseled jaw and a quintessential swimmers build; svelte yet muscular and toned, with powerful arms and legs. Even though his impressive skills had taken the team to the state championships three years in a row, Vince’s cockiness and demeaning way he spoke to his teammates had pushed one too many buttons 

Perhaps the only thing bigger than Vince’s attitude was his massive package. It was visible even in jeans so bulged obscenely in his tight-fitting swimwear. The natatorium would fill with coeds eager to catch a glimpse of his legendary bulge. And he wasn’t content to show off his huge beach balls in his swimsuit. He would purposefully take longer than necessary to shower off after practice to show off his massive nuts and cock in the showers, letting the warm water drip off of them and caressing them in his hands. He got off watching the other guys’ awestruck expressions as they were transfixed by the sheer size of his nuts. When he was done showing off, he would slip into a pair of designer jeans paid for by his lucrative OnlyFans; having nuts the size of a farm animal makes excellent click bait.

It was the last big tournament of his college career. They were up against nearby Quintero University, and Vince was openly disappointed that his talents would be wasted besting such a poor team. Vince had been especially cock and bossy in the week leading up to the match and little did he realize that his teammates had prepared a very special senior sendoff for him.

Vince suspected that the team was up to something. It was a tradition that he started, to prank the graduating seniors in the pool. Last year they had sent Greg Watson off by dumping a ridiculous amount of sports drink mix into the pool while he was swimming. Greg was a sticky, but unhurt mess and the school’s maintenance staff was furious that they had to drain the entire pool, clean it and get it ready for a meet that night. The ordeal actually prompted the university to upgrade the pool drain to a more powerful version that could empty the pool in half the time.

Vince was swimming laps to warm up his muscles. He was wearing his tight Speedo and looked like a gorgeous merman as he sliced effortlessly through the water. His eyes were closed as he thought about the mouth of the hot guy he was going to take home from the stands that night; even though a lot of girls showed up to watch, Vince was keenly aware that a fair share of horny guys - with no real interest in swimming - came to his meets to check him out...

Suddenly, Vince felt a hand on his head and he was pushed under the water. He struggled for a moment before realizing that this must be the senior prank. He was able to surface long enough to take a deep breath to prepare for whatever shenanigans were planned before he was dunked under again.  He felt his butt hit the bottom of the pool when suddenly he heard, rather he felt, an odd sensation coming from underneath him.

“Turn it on!” someone shouted from the pool deck.

Vince saw several bodies diving into the water, swimming around him like sharks. Confused, he resurfaced again and looked around. Brian, a freshman, was at the side of the pool  where the pH monitor and drain controls were and another swimmer, Zach, was holding a GoPro, apparently adjusting it before jumping into the pool. 

“What the...”

Vince was dunked under the water, this time on his stomach and he felt a tugging on his balls. He reached his hand and was horrified to realize that the tugging wasn’t coming from a prankster’s hand; it was coming from the pool drain. His teammates had taken off the grate that usually kept anything larger than a hair from being sucked into the pool drain pump’s sensitive insides but now it was just a gaping hole. Vince struggled as the boys swam around him in circles and Zach recorded him with the camera.

Whhhhrrrr

Zach let out a scream that manifested as a string of bubbles at the surface as the pool drain kicked into its highest gear. At the pool controls, Brain watched as the pressure gauge continued to increase. Clearly the machine did not like being blocked and it compensated by suctioning harder when it abruptly stopped. 

A light flashed next to a rather large warning sign:

WARNING: PRESSURE TOO HIGH! CHECK DRAIN FOR BLOCKAGE. REMEMBER DO NOT USE PUMP WHILE POOL IS OCCUPIED. SERIOUS INJURY MAY RESULT!

Brian chuckled and flipped an override switch.

The brief reprieve on the tugging on Vince’s balls was short lived. The pump, no longer programmed to stop when blocked, huffed and puffed, suctioning harder and harder as it tried to rid itself of the blockage, also known as Vince’s balls.

Vince screamed and tried to surface but was held firmly at the bottom of the pool by the pump. The pressure gauge was in the red and the machine was showing no signs of stopping. Vince’s balls were bulging, they were swelling as they were vacuum pumped and were totally blocking the hole now, their cords ripping away.  The boys swimming overhead watched his futile struggling and laughed, fully ready to dive below and hold him in place if he got free. Not like he could.

Whhrrr

Vince was terrified; the suction on his boys was so extreme it felt like they were tearing off. Painful pops and ripping sensations were filling him with alarm bells. Shockingly, his massive cock was throbbing and pulsing in his swim trunks.

RRRIIPP

The suction was so severe that Vince’s tight swimwear ripped and the pieces that were covering his balls were sucked away and the rest floated to the top of the pool. Vince’s raging cock flopped forward and everyone laughed.

It felt like someone was swinging from his sack, he tried to break away but couldn’t. The pressure gauge on the pump was at maximum and would have gone higher if it could. The plumping under the pool itself was creaking and groaning, the pump motor was smoking. Vince’s balls were putting up a fight...

SPLOOOOOOOOOSH

Vince screamed into the water as every single structure in his ball bag catastrophically exploded all at once. It was like Thanos had performed ‘the snap’ and only the internal structure of Vince’s balls were affected. The gunky liquified sack, being much less sturdy than his unbroken testicles, was sucked immediately into the drain, the machine making quick work of the cords.

Vince was released from the suction and floated to the surface, barely able to pull himself out of the water. Even though it had felt like it lasted forever, the whole castration lasted less than a minute. 

“Fucking sick!” 

Brian chuckled and pointed to the pump’s controls. There was a transparent section of pipe that passed through the pressure sensor and it was now full of red, mushy gunk.

“Happy graduation, asshole!” 

The team shouted as Vince passed out at the side of the pool.

Father's Day Golf Tournament

Gunther and his son Craig had been looking forward to the annual Father's Day Golf Tournament for months, especially the after party they had been invited to on the last hole. Them and two other father-son pairs, the highest scorers from last year's tournament, were going to take place in a very special range contest with profound implications for the three family lines.

Gunther had been getting his twenty-one year old son Craig ready for the contest for the past week. Gunther's knee was actually sore from the near-constant rain of ball-crushing knees he had delivered throughout  the week and his fists' powerful aim was now so accurate he could have punched Craig's balls up his throat with his eyes closed. As a result, Craig's already large balls were horribly bruised and swollen by the time of the tournament which would make them bigger - and softer - targets.

Craig's heavy, swollen testicles tumbled out of his golf shorts and he and the other sons got ready in the blazing midday heat. Only a small group of invited Country Club guests were allowed to watch as Craig and the others lay on short grass completely naked and restrained to the ground. Their legs were close together to give their fathers' ample ground room to work from but that didn't mean their balls weren't exposed. To the contrary, all six juicy plums had thick white rubber rings choking the base of their sacks that forced their balls skyward. The rings were so tight that the sons would have lost their balls eventually anyway just from being choked off - not like they had that much time left on earth anyway.

The rules of the range contest were quite simple. Gunther and the other dads were going to see which of them could knock their boy's balls clean off their body or - barring that - which could turn their progeny's plums into the gooiest plum pudding. Craig and the others were thrilled to be able to give their dads such a special one-time gift but now that they were finally tied to the ground, their massive nuts forced above their crotches looking like over-sized golf balls on a tee, they were all starting to get nervous. One of them, a blazing hot blonde who looked to be in his late teens, was pointlessly struggling against his bonds. But it was too late.

"Fore!"

The drivers were harder to swing than Gunther expected with an abnormally large and heavy head more like a heavy croquet mallet than a golf club. Gunther, a portly gentleman looking quite 'dad-like' in his bright yellow golf pants and periwinkle shirt, rotated his torso for extra power and sent his driver directly into Craig's sack. His aim was perfect. 

Craig let out a blood curdling scream as his fat plums were violently rocketed around his sack. The head of the mallet slammed into his bag, sinking into the swollen orbs and causing Gunther's arm to shake from the vibration. Gunther smiled as he lined up another swing. 

Meanwhile the blonde's nuts were already turning a hideous shade of purple as his dad rapid-fired into his son's bag. Craig screamed and his back arched as Gunther slammed the heavy club over and over into his bag. If his balls had been an actual golf ball, they would have been on the green already, but they were trapped to his body forced to absorb all of the devastating blows. Gunther was taking his time lining up each shot unlike the blondes dad who was trying to end his chances of grandkids faster and faster.

Craig's nuts ballooned as the assaulted orbs started to collapse under the swings. Finally his left nut couldn't take it and shattered in his bag. The scream was choked out of Craig's throat at the sudden explosive pain. Gunther could feel the change in consistently as the club head sank deep into Craig's nut and he smiled at himself. Meanwhile, there was a load whoop from the crowd. One of the three sacks had burst open, spraying the grass with a mess of gunky former-testicles.

Gunther lined up his swing and let Craig's final nut have it. Craig screamed as his right nut started to crack. The blonde beat him to the finish. The young guy let out a horrified wail as his balls lost all shape in his bag looking like two wax testicles in a sack had melted.

More inspired than ever, Gunther lined up for an epic final swing. Craig looked up at the incoming blow and blacked out just from the terror. 

SPLOOOOSH

Craig's enormous babymakers exploded into pulp in his sack. Gunther cheered as he started rapidly slamming the club into Craig's swelling gunk filled sack. 

BLOOSH

Craig was shocked back into consciousness at the worst time. He screamed as he felt his scrotum erupt open and a huge spray of partially liquified gunk flew out landing on the grass and his abs. Gunther's club was literally dripping with his son's testicles. Gunther grinned huge as he lined up one more blow...

CROOOSH

All six testicles ended up as stains on golf club heads and the three sacks were reduced to nothing but empty husks.

The Life Guard

A guest story by "Bignueces" (blog is here) translated and published here with permission. I'm always willing to highlight guest content :) (email me trumansmith [at] gmail.com or DM me on Twitter @crackednutsbb). The rest of the 'Cruel Summer' posts through August will be from yours truly.

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It was a blisteringly hot afternoon and sweat glistened off Marlon's powerful chest and ripped abs as he sat in his lifeguard's chair. Marlon knew that every girl wanted to be with him and every guy wanted to be him and he soaked in the admiring stares he got during the day. The life guarding job at the small municipal pool wasn't glamorous, but it let Marlon show off his gym-hewn body for all to see, including many of his teenaged classmates.

Marlon would occasionally saunter along the edge of the pool peering through his sunglasses at the bikini-clad girls. He'd run a hand thorough his short blonde hair and lick his lips when he caught sight of one he had already fucked that summer and he was eager to do every girl in the pool by the time summer ended.

Marlon wore tight red swim shorts, which left nothing to the imagination about his sizable package. As he walked along the edge of the pool, he felt his penis begin to grow, resting on his testicles compressed by the fabric of his swimsuit, so compressed that they looked like two perfect spheres, instead of retaining their usual oval shapes. He put his hand between his legs giving a discreet squeeze and smiling at the size of his fat balls. When he finished the patrol he sat back in his lifeguard chair and waited for the afternoon to end.

Marlon waited patiently as the sun began to set and the pool began to empty. Eventually everyone was gone except for three teenage boys in the water. They had been being playfully mischievous all day so Marlon had been keeping an eye on them. They were pimply-faced, slim guys who seemed younger than Marlon. He was sure he had seen them around school but didn't know their names. He checked his watch impatiently as the sky turned burnt pink. It was time to close the pool and Marlon was anxious to head to a party later that night to find a hot babe to unload into.

The boys had to realize the late hour - the pool lights were turning on - and everyone was gone. Marlon tried to be patient but finally his patience ran out. He finally approached them from at the edge of the pool.

"You have to get out of the water, the pool is already closed!" he yell at them.

One of the three came out of the water, but the other two swam up to the edge near Marlon but didn't come out.

One of the boys in the pool looked up at the hunky lifeguard and shrugged.

"Nah. We'll will stay as long as we want,"

Marlon couldn't believe what that brat had told him, "You have five minutes to go out,"

He puffed his chest, an unnecessary display of strength compared to the scrawny lads, but they were not impressed.

"Oh? What are you going to do in five minutes?" one of them mocked.

"He'll probably still be standing there like a loser!"

The two boys in the water continued splashing to  Marlon's annoyance while their friend was drying off. Or so Marlon thought. His attention was taken up by the insubordinate pranksters in the pool so he didn't notice the third boy sneaking up and pushing him into the pool. Marlon let out a shriek of surprise as he landed in the water. The two boys in the pool dove beneath the surface and pulled off Marlon's shorts. As Marlon flopped about in confusion, the boys hopped out of the pool and the three payed catch with Marlon's balled up underwear, laughing at the naked lifeguard in the pool.

As the three teenagers began to taunt him again from outside the pool, Marlon came out of the water, not even trying to cover up his proudest assets. He wasn't ashamed to be naked in front of those three smaller boys. He stood in front of them with his massive arms crossed but all three of them seemed to be eyeing his huge, heavy nuts that were now swinging at the bottom of his sack freed from the tight red prison.

"Get the Hell out of my pool!" Marlon roared.

"We aren't in the pool," one of them laughed.

"You know what I mean!"

The three stood with their skinny arms crossed across their chests clearly mocking Marlon's pose. When he saw that they were not moving, he approached one of them and began to push him. The second boy came to help his friend and an enraged Marlon  threw a powerful punch to his face.

The teenager yelled as blood erupted f rom his nose and Marlon smiled to himself. These three were clearly no match for his powerful muscles. If they keep messing around, I'll pick them up by their little dicks and throw them onto the street. Marlon was so caught up in his own power trip that he lost sight of the third boy.

PLOOOFFF

Marlon heard a loud slap coming from between his legs. The third teenager had crept up behind him and had sent his foot crashing upward between his legs. Marlon looked down in surprise to see the boy's scrawny foot sticking up where his balls should have been. The teenager had smashed his massive sperm factories to half their original size, trapped between his foot and pelvic bone. Paralyzed with pain, before he had time to take cover, the boy behind quickly launched a second kick which was perfectly aimed. 

Marlon screamed as his gonads felt like they had been pancaked  by the shockingly strong kicks. He managed to to cover himself with his hands as he fought back nausea. 

"What's wrong, can't you take two kicks? What are those glass eggs made of? Glass?" the boy with the bloody nose laughed.

Marlon was furious and threw a punch at the boy to further wreck his face but the boy was ready for it and dodged. Furious, Marlon turned to punch the bastard who had kicked him in the nuts but he was disoriented and in pain and missed again. His wild punches had left his crotch unprotected. One of the boys leapt at the opportunity and crouched down between Marlon's legs, launching a string of powerful punches into Marlon's nuts like a punching bag. 

"Arrrgghhh!" 

Marlon was paralyzed by pain and stunned at the strength and speed of his attacker. His baby makers were being used like a sparring bag.

After more than a dozen blows, Marlon fell to his knees, covering his rosy balls. As he gasped in pain, two of the teenagers came up behind him and pulled Marlon's hands away, holding them firmly and leaving his masculinity unprotected. The third attacker stood in front of the stallion, watching him on his knees spread wide with his impressive package dangling. It was just too tempting. This boy was the one with the most muscular legs of the three, he played soccer almost daily and had developed strong and exaggeratedly bulky quadriceps compared to the rest of his body. All three of them knew he could deliver devastating kicks both on and off the soccer field.

Marlon couldn't help gasping from his battered organs, but his groans were abruptly interrupted by a devastating kick that slammed into his balls, the delicate tissues inside his bag were being crushed against his own pelvic bone. Immediately there was a second impact, hitting mainly Marlon's poor left testicle. Too much force and pressure for a single gonad, then he felt something tear inside him.

The third kick was the strongest yet and nearly lifted the hunky lifeguard off the ground. The impact was suffered by both balls twisting and warping unnaturally flat between the kick and his body. The tissues tried to deform to absorb an impact too strong for them, tearing some in the process, breaking many capillaries, even hearing a faint pop as the protective shells in his sack were starting to crack.

Marlon couldn't scream anymore, he didn't have the strength. Several tears ran down his face. He couldn't believe he had been bought to tears by three snot-nosed brats! Smiling, one of the boys behind him approached his ear.

"I think your eggs are starting to break. Did you hear it? You must have noticed it too." The teenager smiled wickedly. 

"A couple more kicks and it's lights out on your sperm factories,"

The callous threat filled Marlon with panic and another devastating kick to his groin made him dizzy.

Without a word, the boys drug him to one of the outdoor showers by the pool. While one of them was holding his arms at the wrists, the other two boys grabbed him each by one ankle, tearing his thick  legs wide open as they positioned him to straddle the pole. Marlon knew instantly what was going to happen and let out a horrified scream just before the two holding his legs pulled with all their might.

BAAAM CRACK

Marlon stared wide-eyed as his huge balls slammed into the metal shower pole. Again a strong pain exploded inside his delicate orbs that crushed between the metal and his pelvic bone. His inflamed right ball could not resist so much pressure and a protective membrane ruptured slightly.

"Noooo!"

"That's right, scream! We're cracking your eggs!" one teenager snarled.

They hit the metal bar again and again. The impacts were so violent that the struggling Marlon's pelvis was as aching but the metal pole wasn't yielding, leaving only his fat nuts to absorb all the energy.

BAAAM CRACK

PLOOOF CRACK 

Marlon's nuts were making wet crunching noises that were audible even over his hoarse screams and the boy's wicked laughter. His gonads were getting weak and each new blow caused a bit more damage inside his bag. Things were breaking and bulging and at one point they started to loose their round shape as they were crushed and deformed. They weren't regaining their original shape after each blow and the boys new they were close...

SPLOOOOTCH

"Ohhhhh" the blond hunk squealed in pain before blacking out, every muscle going limp.

After a particularly hard hit the contents of both sperm tanks began to seep through the ruptured membranes within his scrotum.

"Guys, we broke them, we broke them!" 

The teenagers were practically giddy at how they had owned the bullying jock.

 "Fuck yeah! Fucking flattened 'em!"

"This dented-balled bastard is never gonna' have children and his cock is useless!"

They dropped him on the floor and ran from the pool. There was Marlon unconscious on the ground, the impressive stallion still had a smoking hot body but only a couple of broken, useless eggs hang between his thighs. 

The Tube

A throwback story from 2010! It was originally written for Alex's blog. Enjoy!

“Local website seeking guys into creative ball busting…” I had stumbled across the internet ad back in November whilst aimlessly browsing the postings on the campus bulletin board’s ‘Everything Else’ section. As I expected, I didn’t hear anything back for weeks which turned to months. By the time the spring semester was underway I’d forgotten all about the ball busting ad. That’s why I was more than a little surprised when I got a call from a guy named Alex inviting me to join the BallBustingBoys.org team.

I was stunned, and a bit dubious. He apologized for the long delay (apparently my email had been lost in the ‘crush’ of responses, pun intended) and gave me the details for a meet and greet with his camera man Chad to get acquainted with the studio. Alex, unfortunately was off to bust nuts in Europe so I wouldn’t be getting chance to meet him face to face just yet.

However my upcoming visit to the studio left me with one problem, since so much time had passed since I first responded, I’d lost interest in my side hobby of building nut crushing machines (which, sadly, were never tested…) and my most promising design, The Tube, had gone unfinished. But, not wanting to disappoint my future viewers, it took me less than a few hours to turn The Tube’s blue prints into a working model. Now all I needed was something to test it out on.

“So what, exactly is this thing?” Conrad, my roommate asked, complete bewilderment apparent in his deep voice.

I gave him a wry smile and answered in a matter-of-fact tone “It makes peanut butter,”

Conrad and I stood in the middle of our relatively small fraternity bedroom. A plastic chair, long-ago stolen from one of the classroom buildings, sat in the space between the room’s two twin beds. The floor around it had been completely cleared of the piles of dirty laundry, beer cans and other staples of a messy fraternity bedroom. A transparent pipe five feet long and about as big around as an orange protruded straight up from the center of the chair, supported by an elaborate base consisting of particle board and duct tape. Cut into the base of the pipe was a half-moon shaped hole, like the mouse holes in cartoons, in which some kind of small item could be inserted. Along the length of the tube, I had drilled four sets of holes, one hole on each side, with the last just a few inches above the chair.

I watched as Conrad’s hulking figure circled the odd, but not particularly complex looking contraption several times before asking again “So, what does it do?”

I laughed and gave Conrad a playful slap on the bum “Come on, Conny. I thought you were an engineering major. Anyway, have you seen my balls?”

"What?”

Conrad’s gaze had wandered to my crotch.

“Not those balls, idiot, I meant those heavy metal ones we made off with from Science Hall during the Greek Week Scavenger Hunt…”

Conrad just shrugged, obviously not realizing how important the seemingly random objects were to my experiment. I sifted through the piles of miscellanea around the common areas of the room. Finally I pulled two metal balls, each slightly smaller than a softball, out of a drawer where they had been buried by laundry. At one point, one of them had been painted to resemble a tiny Earth from a science display, but most of the paint had pealed long ago in some untold fraternity antic.

How fitting, I thought, a world crushing someone’s world. Conrad eyed me with a mix of bemusement and suspicion as I unceremoniously dropped one of the heavy metal balls down the pipe where it hit the plastic chair with a resounding thud and enough force to cause the pipe to topple from its precarious foundation.

“Like I said, peanut butter.”

Conrad scratched his head and had barely parted his lips to ask another question when I interrupted him, excitedly holding up four pencil-thick wooden dowels I had painted a sleek jet black.

Conrad looked on as I plucked the metal ball from the hole in the bottom of the tube, and inserted the dowels in the holes which had been drilled into the pipe. They were long enough to go completely through the tube and still have an inch sticking out at each end. I’m sure Conrad noticed, but was perhaps a bit confused by the growing bulge in my sweatpants.

“Watch.”

Once again I dropped the metal ball down the tube. The first dowel shattered when the heavy orb struck it, as did the second and the third. The ball barely slowed down as it turned the sticks into splinters, which is why Conrad was confused when, suddenly, the ball came to a full stop inches above the chair. The fourth dowel, ostensibly made of the same material as the other three, had cracked slightly, but showed no signs of further breakage under the weight of the heavy metal ball. It was now resting atop the final dowel, just inches from the chair seat where it had ended its first journey down the tube.

“Oh, so the first three slowed it down, right?”

“Not exactly, no.” I pulled the cracked dowel from the tube, allowing the ball to finish the short trip to the chair. “I cut the first three rods completely in half with a hacksaw, then glued them back together with cheap paste. Then painted them all so you couldn’t see the seam.”

“Ahh,” Conrad’s eyes lit up, his brain starting to piece together the enigmatic description of the device “So, there was no way those first three would have stopped it anyway. Clever.”

“Yup, and watch this…” 

I had slid a walnut into the oval shaped hole at the end of the tube. I dropped the ball through the tube and this time, with no dowels to obstruct it, it came crashing down onto the nut.

The ball made contact with the nut’s top shell, the meat, the bottom shell and the chair seat in that order, ending with a sickening thud. Conrad put a hand over his crotch. “But wouldn’t that be walnut butter?”

I snickered.

“Now, let’s make this interesting,” I placed two walnuts side by side in the base of the tube and re-inserted four new dowels into the holes.

“Let’s pretend that these two walnuts are your family jewels and there’s only one little stick stopping this metal ball from smashing any future Conrad Juniors,”

Conrad grimaced; “So which one is the good one?” he gestured at the ends of the dowels protruding from the tube, “they all look exactly the same.”

“That’s the game! I’m gonna ask you three questions. Each time you get a question wrong, you have to pull out a dowel. At the end of the questions, I let the ball drop and you hope you haven’t pulled out the ‘good one’.” I laughed as the hunky Conrad continued to unconsciously cup his now bulging crotch.

I couldn’t resist the opening his spread leg stance presented, and gave Conrad’s nuts a playful squeeze “Calm down, Conny. Or do you wanna’ test this out on your real walnuts?”

Conrad gulped and my cock sprang to attention when I felt Conrad’s dick twitch excitedly at the suggestion. “You really want to put little Conrad Junior on the line?”

To my surprise, Conrad’s cock twitched again.

“Okay, have it your way.”

I guided my hulking football player roommate by a firm grip on his package toward his desk, and gestured that he take a seat. Conrad promptly pulled off his fraternity sweatshirt and was working on pulling off his pants as I, unnoticed, had started clearing a spot in font of his chair.

Obviously, Conrad had very different intentions about this than I did.

“What’s up?” he asked genuinely confused, his thick eight inch cock now at full attention above this sagging nut sack.

“Oh? Did you think I was joking? I felt how excited you got when I suggested I test my game out on you.”

After clearing enough room, I placed the chair holding up the tube so that it was touching Conrad’s chair.

“Sit at the edge," I instructed.

Conrad looked down in a mild panic. What he thought was going to be just another hot rendezvous was quickly turning into something different. I have to admit I was almost horny enough – not to mention he looked blazingly hot in his spread leg position - to take him up on it, but the advancement of science needed to come first.

Not being particularly ginger, I stretched Conrad’s sack until the two meaty orbs inside, each the size of a small egg, were bulging obscenely at the end and proceeded to stuff them into the hole at the bottom of the tube where they made tempting targets in my twisted game. In this position, the tube was less than a few inches from Conrad’s body and – for obvious reason – was the focus of his attention.

“Now Conrad, we have to make sure the plyer can't try to pull out at the last second so…”

There as a metallic snapping sound. While Conrad was preoccupied contemplating the danger his manhood was in, I’d gone around the back of this chair and had snapped handcuffs around his wrist, trapping him to the chair. Snap. Now his legs were immobilized

“I knew my girlfriend’s kinky side would come in handy one day,” I nearly laughed.

“Don’t worry, they’re trick cuffs. Totally harmless. Oh… wait, you don’t know the trick, do you?”

I’m sure Conrad would have glared at me if the pipe weren’t occupying the bulk of this field of vision. Several moments passed in near silence with the exception of Conrad’s heavy breathing.

“Okay, I’ll ask three questions. You get one wrong, you tell me which plug to pull. Plug number one is the one at the top, plug number two is the next one down, and so on. Got it?”

Conrad nodded.

“Conrad, I really do like playing with them, I hope they don’t end up like that walnut.” 

He grimaced as the image of the once round walnut being crushed replayed in this mind; only the walnut was replaced with his own nuts. Oddly enough, that image made his cock twitch excitedly.

“So, let the game begin,” I started, holding up a balled fist like a microphone and feigning the exaggerated tone of a cheesy game show host 

“Question one. What is the capital of Ecuador?”

“Are you serious? Um, is it Lima?”

“Wrong! Lima is the capital on Peru."

Conrad put his head down “Three.”

“What?”

“Peg three, take out peg three.”

“Ah, right” I yanked out the peg, “Hope this isn’t the one that would’ve stopped your nuts from being cracked. Actually they’d probably end up getting crushed.”

Conrad’s cock twitched and swelled at this egging on, which I took great pleasure in seeing.

“Question two. What year was our fraternity, founded?”

Conrad gave me a wild eyed look of panic from behind the tube “Dude, I don’t remember… 1899?”

I put my head down in exaggerated surprise.

“Oh come on! Really? It’s on that big fraternity seal in the foyer. The one you pass every day. It was 1889.”

“Peg four.” Conrad’s attempts at casual response were defeated by his now shaking, but still booming, voice.

“Okay, last question. And for your nuts’ sake I hope you get this right. On the show Gilligan’s Island, before they got stranded, how long was the boat tour supposed to last?”

“Really, dude? I dunno’, a couple of days?”

I playfully whistled a few bars from the show’s theme.

 “Conrad, you’re just striking out today. Remember the theme song? They were on a ‘three hour tour.’… ha! Well, pick a number.”

I was now laughing outright at my twitching and sweating roommate.

“Two, take out the second one.”

I, complied and, just like that, only one dowel was separating Conrad’s testicles from the heavy metal ball that would be plummeting down the tube in mere moments. Although I already knew which of the dowels was the right one, and thus already knew the results of the final ball drop, I had been extremely careful not to tip Conrad off lest he spoil the surprise.

“Well, Conny. Did you save little Conrad Junior?”

Conrad gulped as I held the nut crushing ball over the opening of the tube, my free hand openly rubbing the crotch of my pants. The site of the helpless, hunky frat jock sitting naked with his balls in such a predicament was too much for me to hide my excitement.

“Okay, let’s see if we’re going to make Conrad’s-nut-butter!” 

Without ceremony I released his grip on the ball. Conrad had a front row seat to the ball’s descent, my hand disappeared into my jeans as what happened next seemed to happen in slow motion.

“FUCK!” 

Conrad screamed in near hysterics as he watched the metal ball pass effortlessly through the only dowel in the tube. He now tried frantically to pull away from my macabre contraption, but his muscles were no use for the trick handcuffs for which he didn’t know the trick. Conrad’s eyes, now fixed on the two meaty orbs stuffed into the tube closed in anticipation of the coming blow.

After what seemed to Conrad to be an eternity, there was a sickening thud. The ball landed quite hard, flattening both of Conrad’s once plump nuts. It had come down with so much force that they had compressed to a dangerously-flat quarter of an inch before the ball finally came to rest. They slowly began to pop back into their original shapes, although now both were a blazing red and slightly swollen.

I watched the twin beefy orbs I had sucked tenderly on many occasions getting compressed flatter and flatter. For a brief moment I actually feared the ball would make contact with the seat of the chair, shattering Conrad’s dreams of having a family. Like I said, it had never been tested and ‘Earth’ had turned out to be heavier than I thought.

Conrad let out a guttural, low howl at the assault, thrashing violently. Tears were starting to run down the handsome jock’s face.

“Please, please let me go,”

I paused for a moment, briefly contemplating if I should honor his request but decided against it just yet. I produced the second equally heavy ball and gave him a wicked smile. Conrad began thrashing hysterically and the cuffs around his ankles broke from the stress.

“Not yet, Conny. I told you your kids are on the line. Let’s see if we can’t finish ‘em off.”

“No, no!”

“Well someone seems to like it!” I laughed pointing to Conrad’s cock, which was now leaking precum.

Conrad, looking slightly embarrassed under his face of contorted pain, looked down just long enough to see his leaking cock, his eyes distracted from the top of the tube as I released the second ball.

It hit the first ball with a metallic clunk, driving it deeper into Conrad’s fleshy sack. Conrad’s cock exploded and jet after jet of cum splattered the side of the tube and his torso. One shot had even landed on his chin. He let out a high pitched wail of pain as his thrashing finally broke the cuffs around his wrists. He took his now free hands, grabbed the tube and hurled it across the room. The resilient plastic tubing just bounced slightly and came to rest undamaged. He plucked off the two metal balls and cupped his two now swollen and red orbs, rocking back and forth with a whimper.

I laughed a deep, almost sadistic laugh for a few moments at the sight. I was surprised at how two metal balls and a tube had turned this manly stud into a whimpering pile of jelly so quickly.

“You okay?” I asked, my chuckling probably masked my genuine concern.

Conrad weakly nodded ‘yes’ before going back to rocking, his broad chest still glistening with cum. The sight of my muscled roommate soaked in cum and clutching his balls got me incredibly horny and ironically disappointed that Conrad was in no condition to ‘help out’. I ran a hand tenderly through his hair and whispered softly “Thanks for testing it, Conny.”

The experiment had been a success, I concluded as I headed out of the room to retrieve a bag of ice from the kitchen.

“Though perhaps I should’ve used a heavier ball,” I thought aloud as Conrad’s whimpers disappeared behind the door.