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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