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.