Over The Hedge

  

Illustration by Whistle

Justin and Ronny were two typical, randy bored twenty year-olds spending their afternoon tending Old Lady White’s beautiful statuary gardens. Even though her gardens were bursting with flowers, tending those was for her well-trained gardeners; Justin and Ronny were just the muscle. They had so far dug a new French drain, repaired the cracked foundation of a fountain and were currently preparing to power wash the life-sized statues of Greek deities that lined the long hedge that separated the Pollack estate from her neighbor, Old Man Greene...

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“Damn you, chipmunks!” Mr. Greene shook his fist in the air furiously as he inspected the damage to his garden along the hedge. The ground was littered with holes and half-eaten flower bulbs lay strewn about. As if on cue one of the fat, cute rodents peeked its head out of the ground, narrowly missing his stomping boot.

“Curses!” Grumpy Mr. Greene stomped like a child as he continued to inspect the damage. The sound of tiny chattering teeth made him turn and see another chipmunk making off with a whole bulb in its mouth. Mr Greene was mad...

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As Ronny pressure washed a statue, Justin was soaking the next one in line with a cleaner and his shirt was getting soaked in the process. Ronny licked his lips as he hosed down a statue of Athena, though he much rather wanted to hose down Justin. A statue of Hermes was next in line but by now Ronn was sure Justin was teasing him. His hot friend was soaked, the wet clinging fabric leaving little to the imagination. Justin was five foot nine with a perfect swimmer’s build and a bulge that would have put the well-endowed statues to shame.

“You missed a spot,” Justin said with a wink, pointing to a tiny speck of dirt still on the statue’s life-sized cock. 

“Maybe I should use my tongue,” Ronny smirked...

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“Come back here!” Mr. Greene was livid as he saw the chicken wire around his vegetable garden was decimated, an offending rabbit was still casually munching on a carrot despite his shouting. The old man slammed a shovel down and it ran off, just in time for Mr. Greene to spot a mole going back underground, its tunnels collapsing his prized hyacinths. 

“Curse you all!”

The chipmunk from earlier seemed to laugh at Mr. Greene’s exasperation before disappearing into the hedge. 

“I’ll get you!” the old man lunged into the hedge in a rage but only caught a fistful of shrubbery. A hedgehog strolled by as if taunting the old man that the animals had turned his manicured patch of earth into their playground. Mr. Greene was enraged...

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“Man, it’s so hot,” Justin peeled off his shirt and stretched, clearly posing, in front of a soaped-up statue of Adonis. 

Ronny’s cock throbbed as he hosed down the statue, letting the water linger over the statue’s abs, moving it down slowly until the statue’s hefty stone genitals were being power washed. Justin licked his lips and winked at Ronny as he spotted Ronny's raging boner in his soaked jeans. 

Without thinking, Justin took a step closer and shuddered as he heard a loud crack. Justin laughed to the point of crying as the powerful spray of water caused a crack to appear in Adonis’ gleaming white, enormous left testicle. 

Ronny blushed. He had been so distracted by Justin that he had accidentally let the stream of water etch the surface of the statue.

“Be more careful,” Justin teased.

“Well stop distracting me, tease!”

Justin feigned innocence with a shrug as his hand slipped into his jeans. Ronny set down the nozzle and walked up to Justin. The two were face to face, Justin standing with his legs spread wide, shirtless and throbbing and Ronny’s heart pounding in his chest. The two had been flirting all summer but this time felt different. Justin gently placed a hand on Ronny’s shoulder and a slight pressure was enough signal for Ronny to slowly lower to his knees...

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“Curses! Curses!”  

Mr. Greene was livid. Furious. He was so angry at the destruction in his garden that he was now standing and cursing at the hedge, a laughing chipmunk popping out only to duck back as Mr. Greene lunged. 

STOMP

A rabbit barely escaped being stomped to death by the enraged gardener. He was swinging his shovel and stomping wildly. He had had enough! The chipmunk poked its  head out of the hedge and made eye contact with Mr. Greene, mocking him, or so the deranged old man thought. Mr. Greene ran to his shed and fetched his electric hedge clippers, revving the engine.

“I’ll show you!” Mr. Greene scowled. 

Mr. Greene was furious...

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Justin stepped out of his jeans, totally naked, his back pressed against the dense hedge and his legs spread as wide as he could. Ronny was drooling at the sight; they were literally feet from a statue of Adonis and Justin still had the best body in the garden. Most impressive were the absolutely huge, oblong balls just inches from his face. The low hanging things were like fleshy pendulums. They were the largest balls Ronny had ever seen and were disproportionately huge even compared to his eleven inch slightly curved cock. 

Ronny’s mouth was watering but he suddenly remembered he was at work and at a client’s house! Justin picked up on Ronny’s trepidation and nodded, the house was at least a football field away and mostly hidden by trees and the hedge might as well have been a green wall. It was so thick not even daylight was breaking through.

Best summer job ever, Ronny thought as he took Justin’s perfect mushroom head into his mouth Justin had to bite his fist to avoid moaning. He had just heard Mr. Greene’s hedge clippers firing up, a helpful reminder that the hedge might offer privacy but wasn’t sound proof. He didn’t want his lustful moans attracting attention...

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“Damn you!” Mr. Green came within inches of decapitating the chipmunk, which was jumping through the hedge like a gymnast, disappearing from view before popping back up randomly. It was like Whack-A-Mole with a hedge clipper.

In a fit, Mr. Greene plunged the hedge clippers into the hedge. Leafs were flying and the chipmunk seemed shocked at the change of tactic; instead of just waiting for the chipmunk to come out, Mr. Greene was now attacking his prized hedge! 

“I got you now!” daylight was starting to breakthrough the once dense hedge in random patches as Mr. Greene recklessly stabbed into the hedge like he was thrusting a sword.

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“Oh fuck yeah, Ronny,” Justin couldn’t help but moan. If he had known how good at sucking cock Ronny was he would have seduced him weeks ago. 

Ronny was eagerly sucking and slurping the biggest cock he’d ever serviced. He was halfway down, his throat bulging - but still had nearly six inches to go! Justin placed his hands on the back of Ronny’s head, gently nudging him forward but Ronny didn’t know if he could take another inch. 

His eyes were fixated on Justin’s massive swinging sperm pods. They were so hot, glistening with sweat, monstrously huge and begging for Ronny to keep going until his chin was slapping them. He was actually humming in pleasure as he examined Justin’s nuts. They were perfect testicles, massive, heavy, flawless skin and whirring metal teeth... Wait, what?

“Wuut mph!” Ronny tried to shout but his mouth was so full of cock only muffled noises came out. Not like the warning would have come fast enough...

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Mr. Greene plunged the hedge clippers into the hedge and his eyes lit up. He felt the blades of the hedge clippers catch onto something big and meaty and an instant later a chunky, bloody spray erupted from the hedge. 

“Got you, you little bastard!”

He inched the hedge clippers slightly to the left, then to the right. He had finally caught the chipmunk and by the feel of the blade, some of his little friends, too. Mr. Greene imagined them all huddled together in terror as the blade wiped them out. He could feel in gross detail their meaty little bodies being torn to shreds. After only a few seconds, the blade was meeting no more resistance and he pulled the bloody thing out of the hedge.  Mr. Greene was pleased, but then immediately annoyed by the sound of shouting and horseplay coming from the other side of the hedge.

The college kids Old Lady White had hired that summer were always up to horse play and goofing off.

“Damn lazy kids,” he said, rolling his eyes.

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“FUUUUUUCK!” Justin let out an anguished scream as he felt something sharp pierce his nutsack followed immediately by the violent vibration of dozens of metal teeth. 

Ronny looked on in horror as if in slow motion as the hedge clippers sliced through Justin’s big nuts, the meaty orbs being chewed and shredded by the blades. He was showered with chunks that were also painting Justin’s abs and thighs. As if the first pass wasn’t enough, whoever was on the other end was moving the blade in a small circular motion, being sure to annihilate anything still dangling from the first assault. 

And just as quickly as it began, the hedge clippers disappeared behind the hedge.

Justin was too stunned to move. He looked down at Ronny who looked like he had fallen into a vat of hamburger, tendrils of his best assets were hanging from Ronny’s chin like stalactites. Ronny pulled off his shirt and pressed it into Justin’s gaping crotch. His balls were completely gone, turned into an explosion of shredded chunks. His rapidly deflating cock was spared, though was covered in testicle spray.

Ronny threw Justin into the wheelbarrow and hastily raced his desexed friend toward the house.

Big Cock On Campus

Amajor University, my proud alma mater, is one of the premier institutions in the country. Notable alumni have gone to lead major corporations, hold elected office and contribute to science and industry. Our athletic department regularly has players recruited into the major leagues and our campus - oh, the campus - is absolutely beautiful with ivy covered brick buildings that covers thousands of acres in the heart of the City. It's like its own world within a world. Amajor University truly is something special which is why I used to find it so annoying that a few rogue frat boys gave us the dubious nickname 'Fatherless University' in some dark, gossipy corners of the internet. 

Once Tau Omega Chi somehow neutered some of their pledges in an 'accident'. Another time  a pledge had his balls ripped off and one time a former fraternity brother made a splash when he actually sued after a 'testicle-centric' hazing incident. It was a cause célèbre against hazing in the national news for a hot minute and then everyone forgot.  There were some other instances too, but considering Amajor University has a population of forty-thousand students, I really didn't think it was fair that a few freak incidents had placed us on the honor roll of urban legends. And I'm not just a proud alumni saying this, I was the editor of the school paper, the Journeyman's Chronicle, and felt it was my duty to portray the school in a positive light.

I had been working at the Journeyman's Chronicle since freshmen year, and all of those lineage-ending incidents got at least a few lines of mention in the paper every time but the evidence was always so hazy. If there was some kind of wild ball busing underbelly to fraternity life, everyone involved always closed ranks. So of course I assumed the stories were either wildly exaggerated or made up for shock value. "No one lost their balls" I would say, "someone just took a nut shot and wanted to be featured in the Chronicle for his fifteen minutes of fame.". Boy was I wrong!

I graduated and left the city a few years ago with a very special designation and proof that those 'Fatherless University' jokes weren't all jokes after all...

Three Years Earlier

It was a bright spring day and I was discussing my grand plan to Russel, my best friend and fellow reporter as we sat in my office in the Student Union Building. I felt like a big time news editor with my own office and awards on the walls and wanted to go out with a splash.

"I don't think that's a smart idea," Russel said furling his brow.

Russel's beat was Student Life & Recreation, which was a fancy way of saying he kept up with everything to do with the our school's party scene, especially the fraternities and sororities. The Journeyman's Chronicle had just reported on a too-outrageous-to-be-true story about a fight club that the Sigma Kappa fraternity ran with the sole purpose of watching guys castrate each other. There was some out of focus cell phone video to accompany the story complete with a few frames of what appeared to be a blown open scrotum, but the mush gushing out looked clearly fake, there was no way a guy's junk could be that entirely destroyed, and the two alleged victims claimed it was just a freak accident. 

"There is no way the Sigma Kappas are that bad. No way," I said shaking my head, the fight club story on my computer screen.

Sigma Kappa was second only to Tau Omega Chi on the debauchery scale, but some of the stories I had heard about them were truly disturbing. Not just roshambo out of control or 'accidents' but beat downs bordering on hate crimes and wild 'fight club' nights. One of the most egregious urban legends was Big Cock On Campus, a supposed event that Sigma Kappa used to hosts on Fraternity Row. Where there were allegedly gruesome consequences for guys who didn't measure up. It took nearly a year of asking  around on obscure ball busting websites, but I had managed to get myself invited to Big Cock On Campus. Russel agreed to come along as moral support, and so that I would have some backup in case things got out of control. I was going to prove that the secretive event was nothing more than boys being boys.

Far from an urban legend, Big Cock On Campus was a very real event, but the shady message boards I had to track down to get an invite made it clear it supposed to remain a secret. From what I had gathered it was just a contest where guys showed off their hard cocks and whoever had the biggest won. And then the whole thing would turn into a giant orgy; a chance for 'straight' guys to satiate their curiosity and shower the big dicked contestants with cum. Luckily my cock far exceeded the minimum nine inch threshold of the contest and I was eager to see what the others were packing.

On the night of the contest Russel and I arrived a the Sigma Kappa house. We had to give a password at the door and were quickly whisked into the basement. It was very cloak and dagger, overly dramatic and silly. Nothing nefarious at all. The large basement had been mostly cleared out and a smattering of guys were milling about drinking beer and chatting. It had the atmosphere of a chill group of guys just hanging out, nothing too nefarious I thought. I recognized all of the Greek letters on the guys' T-shirts showing off their allegiance to various fraternities, but a few guys like myself were in plain white shirts. That was one of the instructions I was given; I didn't have to be in a fraternity to compete but if I wasn't I had to wear a plain shirt to make it obvious that I was an outsider. I got some curious glances from the crowd as Russel and I made our way to the beer keg.

Although the atmosphere was laid back, there was definitely a lot of sexual tension in the air. I mean how could there not be. We were a bunch of guys preparing to strip down and show off our dicks for the crowd's amusement. I'm just under six feet tall, average build with neatly styled reddish hair. I'm decent looking, nothing to write home about, but most of the eyes were on the deceptively modest lump in my jeans and even though Russel wasn't a contestant, several pairs of eyes were also mentally disrobing my buff yet nerdy friend.

After a few minutes a tall, brooding chap who seemed to be in charge stood in front of the small group and clapped his hands for attention. Although he never introduced himself at the time, I latter found out that his name was Connor, the president of Sigma Kappa. Myself and the other contestants stood shoulder to shoulder facing the small crowd as Connor explained the rules. The rules were straight forward, only guys who hadn't played before could participate (that way everyone's 'assets' were a secret) the winner would be given a tiny lapel pin that was just a red circle with a white bar. It looked innocuous enough but would be instantly recognizable for anyone in the know and I later found out that a lot more guys knew about and were watching the contest than I thought. I didn't notice them at the time, but two webcams had been setup to capture the action and live stream to countless guys on the internet.

Connor instructed us to remove our shirts and there were hilarious cat calls from the crowd. We ranged from ridiculously ripped, rippled studs to average guys like me and a few heavier guys. Next our pants went and we were all in our boxers, some of use semi hard, and we were all given thick rubber rings to put around the base of our junk, like giant cock rings. I remember that they felt unusually heavy; that should have been a warning. 

There were an even number of contestants and we would be randomly paired up and would have to do whatever we needed to do get hard in the allotted time. The guy with the biggest cock out of the pair would win and the winner would be paired up again, so each round half the guys would drop out until there was one final pair. The winner of that pairing would win the coveted underground title of Big Cock On Campus.

"So how do you measure cock size? A ruler?" one of the contestants asked.

Connor smiled and motioned for two frat brothers to bring something to the front of the room. Whatever it was was about three feet tall and under a cloak so that we couldn't see what it was until it was positioned and uncovered. There were gasps and cheers at the site of it, it was clear that at least some of  the guys recognized the contraption. I only gave Russel a confused shrug. It was a pedestal with what looked to be two Fleshlight-style tubes sticking out making it look like a T. Connor explained that two players would put their hard dicks into the machine facing each other and a scale would let the watching audience know whose dick was the most massive. So it was entirely possible a relatively short, but fat cock could best a long, skinny one.

Two sausages were placed into he sleeves and Connor pressed a button on his remote. A light on the side with the bigger sausage lit up to indicate it was the heaviest and almost immediately afterward the masturbation sleeve with the other dick-by-proxy began to constrict crushing the meaty tube until it burst and was extruded out of the tube. My blood ran cold as the rest of the guys whooped in delight. Next the tubes were swapped out and this time the losing sausage was roasted by heating elements inside the tube until it ruptured open like - literally - an overcooked sausage. Another tube had spinning blades that unfolded from the inner walls and sliced the cock-sausage into big chunks and another suctioned until the sausage exploded. Blades, crushing, heat, acid, I was stunned at the array of destructive devices had been engineered into the tubes. The scary part was that all of the tubes looked the same and the loser wouldn't know what style destruction he was going to get until it was too late.

Although the other contestants cheered at the over the top destruction of the sausages - which we all knew could be our dicks soon - I was mortified. I thought about racing up the stairs and Connor must have noticed my trepidation because he smiled at me wickedly. 

"Oh and if anyone even thinks of backing out now,"

He pressed a button on his remote and there was a slight pop followed by a tortured scream. The cock ring on one of the hot blonde contestants exploded; it wasn't a huge explosion but it was enough to turn his heavy genitals into big heavy chunks that landed on the ground.

"That's what happens if you try to leave. A live demonstration is always the best," Connor smiled.

"But now we don't have an even number of players so..."

A moment later there was another pop and an agonized scream as a hung football player's junk was blown into streamers. I was horrified as there was a collective cheer as the two unfortunate studs were taken upstairs. I was shocked that the loudest cheering was coming from the other contestants! Apparently the gory comments on the message boards I found weren't hyperbole.

Before I could contest the game began. Connor called out two names randomly and the contestants approached. One was a young, buff blonde with an enormous cock and the other was an equally hot, tall student with an impressive package. It didn't take long for them to both be fully hard as they fucked their tubes, grunting and moaning and licking their lips as they looked into each others eyes. It was quite hot and for a moment made me forget about the danger they were in. 

DING

The tall blonde's light activated, his cock was the heaviest and the buff dude was in too much ecstasy to immediately realize that the tube his cock as in was starting to constrict. The once amazing-feeling rubbery insides were now crushing his tube like a deadly constricting snake. He screamed as his fat cock was pulped, squirting out of the end of the tube like chunky toothpaste, landing at his feet. He blacked out as he was removed from the stage.

Two new tubes were placed on the machine and two more contestants were called up. Unfortunately for the geeky-yet-hot Latin kid, his cock wasn't as heavy as the ginger he was up against and his cock started to be cruelly suctioned. Capillaries burst up and down his golden shaft until the entire thing exploded violently, coating the inside of the tube with hamburger. Shockingly, the Latin kid - though in a fit of pain - actually looked happy as he was pulled away, his eyes fixated by the disgusting mess (formerly known as his fuck stick) that was dripping out of the tube.

My heart was pounding and I tried to make eye contact with Russel in the crowd. I wanted to make a run for it but the tugging of the heavy explosive cock ring quickly reminded me that would not be a good idea. 

The next pairing was a really hot Black dude I recognized from one of my creative writing classes and a somewhat pudgy freshman with a huge dick. The Black guy, who wasn't exactly small himself, looked genuinely nervous at the sight of the freshman's monster dong as they started fucking their tubes. They both looked like they were about to blow their loads when the scales determined that the Black student was the winner. The freshman wailed and screamed as whirring blades that had been tucked harmlessly against the inside of the tube unfurled and turned his horse cock into a dozen big chunks. As he was being escorted away Connor took the tube and turned it upside down so that the big pieces could land on the ground. I was in full on panic at this point. My cock was big, but I had just seen two ostensibly bigger ones get turned to ruin and those were the losers.

Cock after cock was pulped, shredded, over-heated and crushed and it seemed like the messier the end, the more the crowd - and the losers - liked it. The ground at the base of the pedestal was starting to become a mess of mutilated cock meat. I was mesmerized, so much so that Connor had to call my name twice to get my attention when it was my turn.

I was up against a dude I recognized around campus. He looked like he could have been a model, with a rock hard body and a treasure trail of blonde hair on this washboard abs that lead to his heavy nuts and cock. He was absolutely beautiful and as I fucked my tube, I soaked in the site of his amazing body and that was all I needed to nearly blow my load.

DING

My hot opponent's fucking days were over. His eyes crossed and he made a tortured squeal as his tube rapidly heated up and there was an audible pop as his dick erupted open like the over-cooked sausage. But the contraption just kept heating until his jock cock was nothing but a charred husk. I was relieved, horrified and - weirdly - aroused watching the cockless stud escorted from the stage. I was safe for that round, I thought.

I couldn't help but get hard as I watched the next jock's short-yet-fat tool get crushed into a gooey paste that squirted out of the tube. The next pairing was a young red head who was so horrified his entire muscular body was shaking. His opponent was a nerdy looking young man who had probably been the butt of cruel jokes of 'cool' guys like the ginger but now the tables were about to turn. The nerd's cock was absolutely enormous, a long and thick tool that made my mouth water and my cock throb. The ginger's tool was big but not nearly as big as the nerd. 

"Noo!" 

The horrified red head made it halfway to the stairs before there was a pop and a scream. His kiwi-sized nuts and flopping dick radiated out in a fan of gore that sprayed some of the guys in the audience. Everyone laughed as the first guy to attempt to quit was reminded of the consequences. I was sweating. I had just watched this porno-quality, huge package turned into gunk... yet I was hard. Hard as a rock!

Needless to say the nerd won by default and shook his fists in the air in triumph.

The rest of the round went through and by the end there were ten of us left with our packages unscathed. Ten other guys had their cocks, sliced and smashed permanently taking them out of the fucking game but at least they still had their balls - except for the idiot who had tried to run away. Volunteers had washed out the tubes that had already been used, flushing the remains of countless cocks down the drain like garbage, but no one knew which style of tube he was going to get on his turn. I saw Russel rubbing the bulge in his jeans as the next round started.

I was up first against the Black guy who had won his previous round. I was nervous - the guy was hung - but my dick won out and was throbbing as the big Black dick in the next tube was shredded into streamers. I was relieved to be called first; that meant I got to watch and enjoy the rest of the round knowing that my turn had already passed. Five more impressive cocks were reduced to pulp each time everyone cheered - including the guys losing their equipment. Russel, and everyone else in the audience, as throbbing hard. A few guys had pulled out their own cocks and were stroking as things were setup for round three.

There were five of use left. I watched an athletic blonde's hopes of ever fucking get dashed as his enormous penis was crushed so hard by the tube that his mushroom head exploded open and the mushed contents of his flesh tube extruded out, landing on the podium and the ground with wet splats. I felt myself  leaking as the next pair was up. A hot Asian guy I recognized from calculus had his monster dick roasted until it actually caught on fire. He roared as he pulled his cock out of the tube and fell on his back, his cock still burning. Connor was nice enough to put out the flame by stomping on his package. Over and over and over until not only was his charred dick extinguished, but so was his family line since Connor's overkill blows weren't discriminating between cock and balls. I swear I could hear the sound of his nuts being terminally crushed even over the sound of the guy's screaming. 

I was up next and went against of the winners from the last round and to my delight his cock was suctioned until it exploded, sending meaty streams flying out the end like a confetti cannon. It was both repulsive and hot. I could hear moans from the audience as several dudes hit climax. The ground was a mess of shattered dicks and busted testicles and I was amazed that I had survived so long. I was up against some of the biggest dicks I had ever seen and was winning.

Finally though it was up to me and a tall, handsome bloke with a mess of black hair. He was hung like a horse. In another circumstance I would have dropped to my knees and sucked the shit out of him, but now I wanted nothing more but to see that big cock roasted, shredded, pulped or whatever other devious surprise awaited. Our cocks were about the same length but mine seemed fatter, which meant heavier. I had this final round in the bag.

As me and my opponent - the last two players - fucked our tubes the audience gathered tightly around us filling the basement with the sound of mass masturbation. Russel had already blown his load and was milking out a second one. He was ready to see a fat dick get destroyed and he probably wouldn't have cared if it was mine. Finally the light on my tube lit up. My big, fat cock was bigger and fatter than even the monster cock I was competing against. I had won! I had the biggest cock on campus. I looked at the other guy's tube expecting to see a shower of gore or smell the smell of burning cock. But nothing happened.

Instead, he was pulled away from his tube and four guys held his naked body up for all to see, forcing his legs spread and stopping him from moving. His still hard, massive cock was dripping precum and lubricant and his heavy nuts were swinging halfway to his knees.

"We have a winner!" Connor cheered. Everyone in the basement was chanting my name, even the guy I had beat.

"Now, it's time for you to get your prize,"

Connor carefully handed me the remote and highlighted a specific button.

"Here's his button, just press it and blow his junk to shreds. But first maybe you wanna' play with your toys?"

My throbbing cock and watering mouth must have made my lust for the hot hung dude in front of me obvious. I dropped to my knees and took every inch of his cock down my throat. He gasped in surprise and I could tell I was impressing everyone as I took the entire massive cock like a champ. My throat was bulging as he unloaded what felt like gallons of cum directly into my stomach.  While he was still pumping out cream I pulled off his dick and was rewarded with ropes of jizz all over my face. As soon as he was done, I stood up, grabbed his shoulders and slammed my knee into his dangling nuts. He squealed as I unloaded on him. I figured his junk was about to become wallpaper anyway so what was the harm.

Someone handed me a baseball bat and I proceeded to knock his balls out of the  park. He was begging and pleading but the more fucked up his monster equipment got, the more I wanted to finish them for good. I unloaded on the poor guy for an hour, and the audience was yelling suggestions for some extremely sick, cruel shit they wanted me to do to his sexual organs. Finally, I had enough fun and got back on my knees. His swollen, bruised package was a few inches from my face and I think he thought I was going to give him a bro job. Boy was he wrong.

BOOM

I closed my eyes as a spray of hot chunks plastered me. It was the hottest 'facial' I had ever had. All of the jizz left in his sack - along with everything else in his sack and his blown-apart dick - was dripping off of me. Everyone looked at me in stunned silence before breaking into applause.

"Fucking awesome!" Russel ran up to me, clearly looking jealous that he wasn't the one covered in testicle and penis puree.

I had won. I was officially the Big Cock On Campus and guys were literally lining up to take my award-winning cock. I pounded out guys' brains all night, fueled by the macabre memories of exploding, shredded and pulped cocks.

POPS: Bad Neighborhood

One moment Gabriel was cruising down the highway, pop music blaring from the radio as he sang along, and the next we was desperately trying to regain control of his wildly out of car. His front tire had blown out and he barely made it to the next highway exit to a seedy part of town he didn’t recognize. As soon as he parked his disabled car he got out and started walking hoping to find a service station.

The elevated highway he had just been driving on was casting a shadow on the street as night fell, every street lamp was out or busted and most of the store fronts were boarded up. As he walked down the deserted street he noticed a huge brute of a man walking behind him, the man was shirtless and seemed to be focused on him; Gabriel dismissed it as being paranoid.

Hopelessly lost, Gabriel doubled back and was surprised to see the man cross the street then change directions with him. Okay, he’s definitely following me, Gabriel thought. Gabriel turned and was horrified to see the tall, broad thug was gaining on him. He walked faster and the man kept up. In a panic, Gabriel took off in a sprint, though his painted-on-tight jeans limited his speed.  The athletic stalker caught up to him effortlessly.

The man chuckled as he caught up with Gabriel, placing  hand on his shoulder.

Gabriel turned to address the stranger who looked like he had something to say but was uncomfortably silent. He was tall, incredibly beefy and wreaked of sweat and booze, something about his face was unsettling and the dim light there was reflected off his bald head. Gabriel’s considerably smaller, but very defined, muscles were bursting out of his tight clothes. 

“I’m fine, thanks,” Gabriel said curtly and turned to walk away.

Suddenly Gabriel let out a blood curdling scream as the man reached between his legs from behind and grabbed the lump at the front of his jeans.

“Fuck!” Gabriel screamed, clawing at the man’s hand. His screams became higher pitched and more urgent as Gabriel felt himself being lifted off the ground... by his oversized left testicle.

“Ooooh! Let me goooooo!” 

Gabriel wailed as the giant suspended him in the air, crushing his nut through his jeans, his fist growing tighter and tighter. Gabriel screamed and struggled but the man only silently kept crushing his nut, holding him in the air. The more Gabriel writhed, the tighter the man’s vice like grip was on his impossibly compressed nut, his girlish shrieks for help echoed uselessly through the dilapidated streets.

The sensation of having all of his weight supported by a single nut which was being flattened like a pancake was outrageously painful and Gabriel’s eyes crossed after several minutes of being hoisted into the air.

“Please!” 

SQUIIIICK

Gabriel felt half his world end as his left nut, after being crushed in a vice-like grip for nearly fifteen minutes, finally broke open like an oversized grape in his scrotum, that half of his impressive jean’s lump permanently damaged. The man finally dropped Gabriel and strolled away, having never said a single word.

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This short story was inspired by an illustration by Whistle ;)

Like Father Like Son III: The Ruination of Danny Bennett

This is the conclusion of the 'Like Father Like Son' series. Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here

It had been over three years since a wild game of roshambo resulted in the gratuitous destruction of grad student Raymond Fielmer's nuts. They had been ruptured by an overkill kick by his own dad whilst his best friend Danny Bennett and his uncle Greg looked on shocked. They raced Raymond to the hospital but his nuts had cracked into unsalvageable chunks. The surgeons thought they had saved a grape-sized piece of his right nut but it atrophied in the bag and was unceremoniously scooped out. Naturally, everyone involved - especially Raymond's dad - felt awful. 

Raymond and Danny had been best friends and even though Danny wasn't directly responsible for what happened, their relationship (like Raymond's balls) was irrevocably ruptured. By the time they finished grad school, the two barely spoke. Raymond moved away, left social media and practically disappearing from the grid. Danny was sad he'd lost a friend, but at least he had a consolation prize. Even though he felt bad for his buddy, Danny, who had fantasized about having his own hefty nuts crushed, got his first real taste of ball busting from Raymond's uncle Greg the night of the accident night along with a not-at-all veiled invitation to continue their session in private. An invitation Danny took.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Greg and Danny had met from time to time since their initial meeting. What had started as naughty WhatsApp messages turned into a physical invitation and Danny was too curious to pass it up. Greg's husband who wasn't into sadomasochism at all, gladly found something else to do whilst Danny was visiting and it was Danny's first experience with an open relationship.

Their sessions started out relatively tame. Danny would stand with his legs spread and let Greg kick his nuts until he couldn't take it and collapsed. They grew in intensity as Greg's true sadism blossomed in Danny's innocent pastures. Over time Greg introduced toys like rubber mallets, crushers and even e-stim pushing Danny's large nuts to their limit. Further, even though Danny identified as straight and often had a girlfriend, he found that he was incredibly turned on being sexually degraded by the admittedly attractive older man. Greg would force Danny to his knees and rub his nose against the outline of his raging boner as he kicked between Danny's spread legs, or he would milk Danny in a  humbler while beating his balls and teasing him about how helpless he was. By the third year, Danny let Greg plug up his ass with a prostate massager and mock him as his dick got hard.

Greg would tease him with things like "Guess you aren't so straight, after all?" and Danny would only blush and scream as Greg pounded his spuds with a mallet.

Once, Greg put Danny's enormous nuts in a plexiglass crusher and had taken them just to the point of redlining them. He forced Danny to look down at his dangerously flattened nuts that looked white pressed under the crusher and teased the sobbing hunk about how a 'fag' had him by the balls. Danny had screamed the safe word over and over but Greg just kept the dildo vibrating as he callously turned the screws. Danny had never been so horrified - or turned on - in his entire life. 

"Kiss me and I'll stop!" Greg barked. Danny shook his head no before bellowing in agony. Greg tightened the screws.

"Okay, have it your way..."

SPLOTCH

Danny's gray eyes crossed and he made a strange and very loud noise. His right nut had started to fracture under the pressure and Greg wasn't showing any signs of stopping.

"Okay! Okay! Please I'll do it!"

Through tears Danny puckered his lips preparing for Greg to invade his mouth with his tongue. What happened instead was far more degrading. Greg hopped on the table, pulled down his shorts and let his raging ridiculously fat cock slap Danny in the face. Danny looked up pleadingly, his eyes darting between Greg's cock and Greg's foot, which was on top of the vice. One quick stomp would have taken Greg out of the gene pool permanently. 

"It's not gonna' kiss itself," 

CRUNCH

Greg slammed his foot down on the crusher. Danny's right nut was just a hairline away from completely splitting open. The pain was unbelievable. Danny didn't even hesitate opening his handsome chiseled jaw and taking in a surprising amount of Greg's cock. He choked back a wretch as Greg grabbed the back of his head and looked down at him before ramming his cock all the way down Danny's virgin throat. Danny was out of the fucking game for over a month while his injured ball recovered and every hot pussy he had to pass up was almost like Greg mocking him from afar. And Danny loved it.

The next time Danny met up with Greg, he got on his knees and gave Greg the best blow job of his life as his nuts were mercilessly kicked up his throat. Danny was progressive, after all he had been best friends with Raymond for years, but the actual mechanics of gay sex grossed him out but not more than the thrill of being utterly dominated turned him on. Somehow over the next few sessions, Greg had taken to calling Danny 'it' and 'you', a subtle step toward the young man become nothing but a sex object. 

Danny's huge nuts were redlined over and over and his heart would race as Greg made overt threats to finally finish them off. They had started out as hyperbole but the more they went on the more Greg meant it. Danny Bennett was a hot, horny straight boy who had to be absolutely ruined. 

The pandemic put an abrupt pause to Greg and Danny's in person meet ups but they chatted constantly and Greg would instruct Danny in all kinds of debasing activities like making Danny jerk off and then throw his legs over his head at the last minute and blast himself in the face. Danny hated and loved it.

For Christmas, Greg sent Danny a chastity cage which the permanently horny blonde hated wearing since it stopped him from bating constantly, but loved the show of dominance it represented. Danny would cram his massive cock into the cage and wear it until he felt like he was going to burst, calling Greg and begging to give him permission to take it off.

By spring, the pandemic was waning and Greg invited Danny for a no-holds-barred session to celebrate. Danny nearly nut on himself just reading the invitation text.

--

Danny knocked on Greg's front door not even trying to disguise his excitement. Greg opened the door and smiled. Danny was a tall, blonde twenty-eight year old whose years of healthy eating and going to gym were paying off. He looked even better than he had in college. 

Greg had just turned fifty but looked much younger. Danny found his resemblance to Raymond uncanny. He was slightly shorter than Danny with a tone body and large biceps which had proven to be especially useful for crushing Danny's nuts. His hair was thinning a bit but was still neatly styled and stark white which contrasted nicely with his tan. If Danny was actually into guys - and not just thrilled by the domination - he would have found Greg quite hot.

Greg closed the door behind him and stopped Danny in the foray. The young man, who hadn't seen Greg in person in over a year, was chatting away like an old friend but Greg, who only saw Danny as a walking stress ball and Fleshlight, couldn't have cared less. He silenced Danny with a wave of his hand. Danny's handsome face dropped. He was genuinely hurt. Their relationship was far from normal but he thought they were at least at a level where they would take a few moments to catch up after a crazy pandemic but Danny was just a thing for Greg's amusement. The rebuke was stinging yet incredibly hot.

"I trust you've been working out still? Let's see those abs,"

Danny took off his shirt and stood like a hunk of meat for inspection in just his jeans. Greg circled him looking him up and down approvingly. Even with gyms closed and working from his living room for a year, Danny still managed to look ripped but was incredibly modest about it; Greg had long ago convinced him he was just another 'hot' straight guy and shouldn't consider himself to be anything special. 

Greg balled his fists and stood in front of Danny. Danny braced for the inevitable punch to the bulge in his jeans but was unprepared to have Greg slam his fists into his corrugated abs. Danny gasped as the air was knocked out of him.

"What's the matter, straight boy? Can't even take a punch?"

"Ooomph!" 

Greg squatted slightly and started pounding into Danny like a punching back, left right, left right. Danny gritted his teeth and took his punishment. He wasn't even sure what it was for, but figured he deserved it somehow. Danny wasn't a hulking muscle beast but he was in much better shape than most and was far superior to the aging though youthful Greg. He could have easily knocked Greg out if he wanted - they both knew it - but instead Danny just spread his legs slightly to give Greg's punching bag more stability.

"You're kind of worthless. Good thing you're cute,"

Greg gave Danny''s sore abs a final punch that knocked the wind out of him. 

"Thank you, sir," Danny said panting.

"So we've been playing for more than three years and I still can't believe how conditioned you are. Do you even have a brain in there or is it all muscle?"

Greg knocked on Danny's head mockingly. Greg knew Danny was actually quite smart and he loved the hurt look that flashed on Danny's face despite Danny's best effort to keep his emotions in check. If Greg was happy, he was happy, Danny had long ago concluded. Greg continued to verbally lambast Danny, making fun of his metrosexual haircut and his too-tight jeans, mocking his lack of a girlfriend and reminding him of all the times Danny had shot his load into a cup and drank the giant creamy mess on Zoom for Greg's amusement. Some of the barbs were really cutting, more than normal, as if Greg had given up even pretending Danny was anything more than a sex toy.

"... and you should hear what Raymond says about you these days. If he could see you like this, he'd piss on himself laughing,"

Greg knew Danny really missed Raymond and the mean comment was extremely hurtful. More than Danny's conscious mind realized...

Greg saw Danny's stoic face tense up, "Are you actually about to cry? Wow, what a fucking faggot,"

Danny straightened himself up before immediately letting out a howl of pain. Greg had rammed his knee straight into his unsuspecting balls. Since it had been more than a year since he had taken a real hit, the sensation was both delicious and hideous. Danny associated the pain with pleasure but his primal reaction was still to scream. Greg nodded, pleased he had given the dumb stud something to cry about.

CRUNCH

Greg's knee rocketed into Danny's jeans again. Greg actually slowly exhaled as if he had just taken a hit of a powerful drug; the sensation of feeling Danny's massive nuts compressing under his knee was marvelous. He grabbed Danny's shoulders and started unloading on the howling stud. He altered his aim from kick to kick , squashing the right nut, then the left, then dead center, taking careful mental note of exactly how it felt. He was like someone who had been on a desert island for a year savoring the first bite of a hot meal after being rescued. Danny was screaming as his balls were pulverized under Greg's violent, unhinged knees.

"Get on your knees!" 

Danny clutched his balls and started to drop to his knees.

"Now!" 

Apparently the dazed blonde wasn't moving fast enough and Greg reminded him who was boss with a swift slap to the face. A red handprint lingered on his cheek as a testament that Greg wasn't just giving him a love tap. Danny's cock jumped as he got on his knees.

"Spread your legs! Now!"

Danny spread his knees wide and put his hands behind his back. He was rewarded with a ludicrously hard kick that caused his eyes to bug out. Then another. Then another. He tried to hold back another scream but by the twentieth kick he filled the house with a deep, tortured scream and couldn't help but cover his crotch with his hands. Greg ignored him and kicked him again, bruising Danny's right hand. Danny screamed as Greg just kept kicking, smashing Danny's hands and balls.

Without slowing down on his kicking, Greg pulled his raging cock out of his fly and started stroking it, aiming it directly at Danny's face.

"I outta' paint your face right now,"

It had been so long since Danny had taken a facial - other than his own self facials - that he was excited by the prospect. He wanted, no, he needed to be used like a little slut. Danny wailed as Greg annihilated his balls until his foot was tired, all the while stroking his cock. He looked down at Danny who was turning red and sweating as he was reduced to nothing but a pain sponge.

"Fucking take it, bitch!" Greg roared as he finally unloaded all over Danny's face. 

Danny's eyes were plastered shut and a rope landed right in his screaming mouth. He gagged as he reflexively swallowed it. He could feel Greg's hot load splattering his face, dripping off his nose and knew he must have looked like an absolute cum whore. No one would have believed he was straight. Danny loved it.

"Yes! Shower me!"

Greg stuffed his still hard cock into his pants and commanded Danny to his feet. Danny knew better than to wipe away his cum reward and his eyes stung as he slowly opened them. Greg always came like a fountain and today was no exception. More exciting to Danny was that Greg could come multiple times, always huge, drenching him in sperm and knocking him down peg after peg.

Greg grabbed Danny's fly and ripped his jeans open. The zipper went flying. The next thing Danny knew he was knocked on his back and Greg was pulling off his jeans like an animal. Danny squealed as Greg rolled him onto his stomach, his rock-hard ass pointing straight up. 

"Oooh!" Danny shrieked as Greg rammed a finger into his hole. Then another and another.

Danny absolutely hated getting fucked or having a vibrator in his ass but he wasn't worthy to complain. He gritted his teeth as Greg pulled his cock back out and lay on top of him, rubbing his clock head against Danny's ass. Greg's cock was insanely thick and even longer than Danny's massive ten inch rod. He'd never fucked Danny because he knew that such a big cock might be too much for a relative virgin like Danny. But it had been a whole year since they had seen each other...

"FUCK!"

Danny screamed in genuine pain as Greg's entire cock disappeared inside him. As Greg piston fucked Danny, he grabbed his shaggy blonde hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to arch his back. With his other hand he reached between Danny's legs and took his swollen right nut and squeezed. Danny wailed and writhed as Greg plowed him clearly not caring whether or not Danny was getting any enjoyment at all. Danny's cock was stirring due to his prostate being pounded but it was an entirely automatic reaction; Danny was in pure agony. He sobbed and pleaded as Greg kept fucking him.

"What's the matter, big man? So you can dish out a fucking but you can't take it!" 

Danny whimpered as Greg abruptly stopped fucking him and put his cock away. Danny collapsed onto his stomach clutching his tenderized right nut and Greg looked down at him smiling. Through Danny's labored breathing, even with his straight ass dripping from the violent fucking, Danny was still breathlessly thanking Greg and apologizing for being a useless pansy. Greg couldn't believe how quickly the confident, almost cocky, facade Danny presented to the world melted away the moment Danny's inner sub slut came out. In fact, Danny was so good at being a little whore that Greg had decided that he was finally going to make the transformation permanent. He had hinted about it in their chats during the pandemic but whether or not Danny took him literally was unknown.

Greg gave Danny a few minutes to recover before losing his patience and barking at Danny to get up. Danny got to his feet, his enormous babymakers red and hanging lower than normal and Greg grabbed them roughly and lead Danny to the basement. Danny's eyes lit up in a mix of delight, lust and fear at the various toys laid out. It was obvious Greg's lust to dominate Danny had been building up all year and the flood gates were about to open.

First up was the tried and true mallet. Danny stood with his nuts resting on a workbench while Greg slammed a small rubber mallet into each nut. Danny wailed in pain as Greg put every ounce of strength he had into the blows. Danny only managed to get through a dozen before collapsing. Greg looked down at him annoyed.

"Fucking worthless," 

Danny slowly got to his feet an assumed the position again.

CRUNCH CRUNCH

Danny's eyes crossed as Greg slammed the mallet into his fat nuggets, making them temporarily flat as pancakes before they sprang back to shape. They had only just started and already purple bruises were starting to form. Danny's guts were on fire from the horrible ache coming from his crotch; he assumed it was because he was out of practice not because Greg was planning on ending his lineage.

Next, Greg tied Danny to a chair with his legs spread and pulled out a bag of firecrackers. He would light them and drop them into Danny's lap just in time for them to explode. The concussive blasts were quite painful - kind of like someone jamming a hot finger into his sack - but were hardly going to blow Danny's balls off. Each pop was followed by a hilarious, high pitched squeal that was very incongruent to the muscular body producing them. Greg was loving how Danny was willing himself not to shout 'stop' (as if Greg would have listened). Danny truly knew his place. After emptying the entire bag of firecrackers he pulled out a final firework. Danny's eyes grew huge and alarm bells started blaring in his head. 

Greg was holding an M-80. An overpowered firework that routinely blew off fingers and hands of idiots dumb enough to play with them like toys. Greg placed the bomb so that it was nestled against Danny's sack and stood back to admire the visual. Danny's brain wanted to scream but he was too turned on staring down at his lap to do so. He knew if Greg lit the fuse it was going to be curtains for his boys.

Greg flicked the lighter and knelt down to light the explosive. They both watched as the fuse burned away. Danny started shaking in terror and finally, just before the fuse disappeared entirely let out a high pitched scream of horror and started rocking the chair violently. The bomb rolled off landing next to one of the legs of the chair just as it exploded. There was a stentorian boom and a flash of light. Large chunks of the chair's wooden leg were blown away, so much so that the chair creaked a bit before collapsing. Danny's face slammed into the ground and though Greg could have caught him, he was too pissed that Danny had ruined the grande finale to bother trying. Danny's nose was bleeding and he was pinned to the floor, still tied to the broken chair. Greg untied him and gave him a towel for his nose but even as Danny stood trying to stop his nose bleed, Greg was taking a baseball bat to his junk. 

Danny screamed but kept his legs spread wide as Greg assaulted his burned, bruised and battered nuts.

"I can't believe you ruined that! That should have been your nuts!" Greg roared as he pointed to the pile of broken wood that had taken the explosive force meant for Danny's nuts. Greg grabbed Danny by the balls and forced him toward the work bench, but not before throwing him against a wall and wailing on his abs again. Greg worked up a sweat as he treated Danny's perfect torso as just another punching bag, actually less than a punching bag. If an actual high quality punching bag ever got damaged or broke open Greg would have been annoyed; but if Danny's' abs turned into Jelly and the idiot jock had thrown up all over himself, Greg wouldn't have cared.

Danny felt like his abs were going to burst. He had never taken so much abuse to them at one time and it was absolutely incredible. The whole reason he worked out and ate right was to stay in top shape for Greg, like a sex toy that maintained itself. He was thrilled to be serving his function.

Greg pulled Danny to the workbench and shackled his ankles to the floor and his hands behind his back. Danny's balls were resting on the table top and secured in place with a metal ring that was secured around the neck of his sack and the table. Even if Danny could get his ankles free, he couldn't  flee the table without leaving his balls behind. Greg put two clamps of Danny's nipples and he yelped as they slammed shut. It felt like two metal fingers were digging into his tender puffy nipples. It was so painful Danny couldn't believe such a small part of his body was causing so much pain. Greg stepped away to a part of the basement behind Danny so he couldn't  see what he was doing but he heard something that felt like metal clanging and could smell something burning.

Greg returned looking quite proud of himself but Danny didn't ask anything about what was happening; Danny knew he wasn't entitled to any explanations. Greg hopped on the table, his head barely missing the relatively high ceiling. He was wearing boots, the same ones that had flattened Danny's nuts countless times.

"They look scuffed,"

Greg lifted his boot so that it came up to Danny's face. Without prompting, Danny  stuck out his tongue and licked off a spot of dirt on the toe of the boot. Greg couldn't believe how thoroughly he had Danny wrapped around his finger. 

"Very good,"

CRUUUUNCH

Danny's eyes bugged out and he let out a guttural screech as Greg slammed his boot straight down onto Danny's right nut. He stomped and stomped and stomped, grinding his foot to really finish the job. Danny was thrashing as Greg was trashing his nut.

"I should just keep going until it pops,"

Danny's cock, which was rock hard through the stomping, started to leak. Greg noticed and grinned.

"You like that, don't you? You want me to pop this big nut?"

CRUNCH

"YES!" Danny bellowed between sobs and screams.

CRUNCH

Greg was going absolutely wild on Danny. He was never particularly careful, but now he simply didn't care. If Danny's oversized nut split and spilled out all over the table, so be it. Greg kept spewing virtolic insults at Danny as he lay waste to his purple, swollen nut. Danny was hoarse from screaming and his cock was starting to deflate a bit as the pain over powered the pleasure. Greg gave Danny's right nut a final stomp, compressing it to a dangerous level and grinding his boot, before hopping down. 

He stood behind Danny and reached around to grab Danny's cock. Danny shuttered as Greg tenderly stroked him until he was fully hard. It was no secret Greg found Danny incredibly hot and the fact that he was straight gave him a forbidden fruit kind of attractiveness. He nibbled at Danny's neck as he stroked him off. Danny shuddered, turned on yet repulsed but too well trained to contest. What Danny didn't notice was Greg pulling out his cock and lubing it up with spit. As soon as it was fully hard, which didn't take long with a big jock cock in his free hand, Greg rammed inside Danny.

Danny screamed as his ass was violated. Danny had gone from not having anything bigger than a prostate massager to having Greg's enormous cock twice in one day. It was too much for his stretched, bleeding hole and he started crying from the pain. Greg fucked Danny's brains out and there was nothing Danny could do. He was humiliated and used. At one point the agony in his guts made him cry out, genuinely begging Greg to stop but that only made him feel even more like a whore. He loved it. It was almost like Danny had a split personality; the alpha male straight stud was crying and pleading and the blonde slut was begging for more. The mix of screams of pain and moans of pleasure was an odd an erotic symphony and Danny's deep voice filled the basement.

"Harder, Greg! Fuck me harder!"

Danny's whorishness and hunger to be degraded shocked even himself, but Greg gladly obliged. Danny was being slammed into the table, his prostate felt amazing, his ass hurt and his guts felt like they were on fire. But his dick was throbbing, leaking all over his balls and Greg was still stroking him.

"Oh fuck!" Danny threw his head back as his dick started to blow one of his multi-rope loads. He immediately screamed in agony as he felt Greg squeeze the base of his cock with both hands. The epic load Greg had just fucked out of him was being choked in his plumbing. Danny writhed and screamed as agony the likes of which he had never encountered filled his cock. A horrible ache radiated the entire length  of his cock into his abs and through to his ass as his massive, gooey load kept being pumped internally only to hit the jizz traffic jam at the base of his cock. Not even a drop of cum made it out of Danny's cock during his tortured orgasm. When Greg finally released his cock a steady stream of cum oozed out of his softening cock like piss. 

Danny panted and cried as Greg went off to fetch something. Danny could hear him ruffling through a drawer and when he came back Danny was horrified yet aroused as what Greg was holding. Greg had a bottle of lubricant and a long, fat metal sounding rod. Greg had tried using it on Danny once before years ago, before he was so obedient, but Danny had begged and pleaded so hard Greg didn't continue. Fortunately for Greg, that version of Danny - the one who acted like his feelings mattered - was long gone. Greg lubed up Danny's cock and it did not take long for it to get hard, cum from his ruined orgasm was still slowly trickling out. Greg then proceeded to close the lube bottle and set it down instead of lubing the sound like Danny assumed. The look of concern on his face must have been obvious because Greg laughed.

"Oh, honey. No lube for you. Your big straight cock can take it, right? Big strong man,"

Greg rubbed his hand up and down Danny's rippled, sweaty chest. Greg got hard thinking about Danny just being passed around the backroom of a club until his ass and mouth were stretched and sore and his muscles were covered in bukkake levels of sperm.

"Christ!" 

Danny briefly blacked out, overwhelmed by white hot pain as Greg shoved the entire sound down his piss slit. About an inch of the rod was sticking out of Danny's head and the base was pressing against his abdomen. When he came too, Danny screamed initially but then started controlling his breathing, trying to acclimate to the unusual sensation. Greg started to fuck Danny's cock, the pent up cum making excellent lube and soon Danny was moaning in pleasure. He had been fucked in two different holes. Some 'straight' guy he was, he thought. 

CRUNCH

Danny, whose eyes had been closed in pleasure, screamed out as Greg slammed the mallet into his right nut. CRUNCH CRUNCH. Danny's brain was overloading; his cock felt amazing, he could feel a load boiling in his nuts, but his right nut felt like it was going to crack. He was making all manner of tortured, inhuman squeals and Greg's cock was throbbing.

After several minutes, Greg stopped. Danny's plump right nut looked slightly less round but was now massively swollen and almost black. It was numb and painful at the same time, a strange juxtaposition. Greg grinned as he pulled the sounding rod out and left to fetch something else. He returned with a significantly thicker glass rod. Danny was terrified. He was sure Greg was going to permanently damage his cock this time but there was nothing he could do. He thought back to that fateful game of roshambo with Raymond at their college apartment and how he had called Raymond a 'faggot' as if him being straight somehow made him superior... it was fitting justice that Greg, another 'faggot', was about to utterly destroy his alpha cock.

Greg slammed the sound all the way down Danny's cock as roughly as he could. Danny could feel his tube being painfully stretched as the violating rod forced it unnaturally wide. Greg grabbed the head of Danny's cock and the base and held the throbbing organ for a moment, feeling the warmth in his hands. Then he started to bend Danny's cock. The maneuver was horribly painful by itself, but with a glass - and breakable - rod inserted the stakes were infinitely higher. Danny could feel the unyielding rod as his relatively squishy cock meat warped around it. Danny squealed. He knew that at any moment the glass rod was going to shatter. This was it. The end of fucking.

Just when the glass was about to shatter, Greg released Danny's cock. It was luck that it hadn't already broken since it wasn't like Greg was trying to avoid damage at this point. Greg disappeared and Danny again heard metal clanging and the smell of something burning. A minute later Greg came back with an enormous wood working vise. Danny trembled as Greg secured it to the edge of the table and trapping his right nut under it.

"This is it stud, you're about to be a little bitch slut forever,"

Danny's cock was raging as Greg rapidly tightened the vise. There was no foreplay, just straight to the destruction. The pain radiating from his flattening nut was tremendous. Danny screamed like a girl as his nut was compressed to half and then a quarter of its girth. It was a huge, super dense, flat patty. 

SQUICK

Danny's eyes rolled as he felt his nut split in the bag. Greg just kept tightening. Danny hysterically thrashed in agony at the same time another load tried and failed to rocket out of his cock, blocked by the solid glass rod. Greg made quick work of half of Danny's manhood until it was wafer thin. It had exploded into goo. Danny was screaming and horrified, yet horny as fuck and delirious with pleasure. His nut had finally cracked. The thing he had jerked off thinking about had finally happened.

Greg removed the vice and got on the table. He placed his boot on Danny's relatively untouched humungous, bulging left nut and pressed down. The resilient organ flattened and bulged out in a desperate attempt to defuse the pressure and it was working. Danny faded in and out as Greg stomped and ground his nut into the table for nearly an hour. It just got bigger and darker as the stressed thing refused to burst. Greg hopped down and unleashed the mallet which succeeded in causing cracks to form all over lefty's membranous shell like spiderwebs. Danny's heart was racing and he was starting to legitimately panic. His left nut was salvageable if Greg stopped right now. As in immediately. But he just kept raining down blows. Danny screamed and Greg abruptly stopped. He went back to making the mysterious metallic clanging. 

He came back holding a metal rod, Danny was too out of it to focus on what it was but he immediately jolted at the feeling of a horrible burning on his abs. He could feel and smell his flesh burning and he writhed as Greg pressed a brand into his perfect six pack. The word 'SLUT' in a bold font was forever branded into Danny's abs. The ridiculously hot, chiseled muscles Danny loved to show off at the beach or on shirtless runs would forever serve not as an advertisement of his masculinity, but as a flashing neon sign that he was just a dumb slut to be used. Danny loved it.

Greg set down the brand and grabbed Danny's cock again, this time bending it until the glass snapped. Danny threw his head back and screamed as the sharp edges of the broken rod destroyed his cock from the inside out. Greg slammed the mallet into Danny's cock causing more of the rod to splinter. Danny was beyond hysterical as the once thick glass rod was reduced to dozens of razor sharp shards; Greg grabbed Danny's cock and kneaded and bent it, forcing the broken glass to absolutely ruin his cock. The agony was unreal. With each passing minute, the odds of Danny fucking anyone ever again decreased and his flaccid, thick cock was full of broken glass. Danny's urethral was totally destroyed and chunks of glass were lodged into the shaft of his cock.

To be absolute sure the adorable hunk's fucking days were truly over, Greg grabbed Danny's cock and squeezed as hard as he could with both hands right in the middle of his shaft. Danny wailed and Greg winced in unexpected pain. Pieces of pulverized glass had actually dug through Danny's thick cock and were now protruding out of the sides, cutting Greg's hand. Calling the inside of Danny's once beautiful cock 'hamburger' would actually be understating the extent of the damage. Danny's entire world had just been wrecked and he still had one more ball's destruction to endure.

As Danny heaved and weakly screamed, his voice hoarse, Greg came back with another brand. Danny arched his back and exploded in a riot of screams as the word 'DICKLESS' was permanently branded into his broad, muscular back. Now the next time he was taking a fat cock the guy plowing him would be reminded why the studly jock was strictly a bottom. Greg was utterly ruining Danny and still had more tricks up his sleeve.

He pulled off the nipple clamps, that Danny had actually forgotten about, and took them to the oven where he had heated the brands. He carried them back to Danny and used oven mitts to put the literally-red-hot metal clamps back on Danny's nipples. Danny blacked out as his sensitive nipples were ruined. Greg looked down as Danny's last huge nut. It was swollen and damaged but still looked too healthy, especially compared to his swiss cheese dick and totally collapsed right nut. Greg grabbed a sledge hammer, entirely overkill, and lined up his shot.

Danny was starting to stir again and his eyes were totally transfixed on Greg. 

"This is it, fucker. You're gonna' be my bitch!"

SPLOOOTCH

Danny roared and immediately blacked out as his fat left testicle turned into a chunky explosion that radiated out from under the sledge hammer's head in all directions. It was an absolute splattered mess. To be sure, Greg finished off Danny's already ruined, flattened right nut with a blow of the sledge hammer that sent liquified sack sauce flying.

--

Danny awoke in a sling in the corner of Greg's basement. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. He was on his back, his legs and arms secured and his ass hanging off the side waiting to be pounded. He looked down to see his sack was gone, just crude stitching and his cock was wrapped in bandages. Another brand had appeared on his pecs and abs. 'CUM' was burned in the valley between his pecs, an advertisement that the sculpted mounds in of muscle made perfect cum traps.

"Ah you're awake," Greg said in his usual, deep crisp voice. He was naked, his dick raging. He smiled at Danny and ran up the basement steps.

"He's awake!" Greg shouted into the house.

Suddenly, Danny became aware of the sound of lots of pairs of feet shuffling upstairs followed immediately by the heavy footfall of countless guys coming down the basement steps. Danny screamed and pleaded as six guys ranging from burly bears to muscle studs and average joes circle him, naked and rock hard. Without warning a dick was down his throat and another was plowing his ass. Danny was being spitroasted! A second dick disappeared down his throat and the guy fucking his ass was destroying it. 

His alpha straight male brain tried to let out a howl, the swan song for the old Danny, but it was blocked by the two fat dicks in his mouth. The masochist eunuch left behind squealed in delight as even more sets of footsteps came down the basement steps.

Danny was exactly where he was meant to be.