Triple Pops! Hacked / Tested / Bullied

Please enjoy these three short stories, part of the POPS! Series. 

.Hacked!

The door of Richard’s hotel suite had barely closed before he was sitting at the desk with his semihard cock sticking out of his slacks and his laptop open. He had hardly been paying attention during the day-long conference he was attending because all he could think about was watching what was about to happen.

On the screen was his boyfriend Louis back at home sitting naked with his muscular legs spread facing the camera and his arms behind his back, held in place by a shiny new pair of trick handcuffs. It had taken a bit of effort, but the horny stud had managed to latch them himself. Louis grinned as his boyfriend’s cock got stiffer just at the sight of him. Louis wasn’t a gym rat  but he took care of himself and was quite toned, his awesome body looked even hotter in the quasi-defenseless position especially considering what was between his legs.

Along with the new handcuffs, Richard had purchased a new remote sex toy called the Gripper that he was currently wearing on his big, fat right nut. The Gripper was a metal ring with an array of blinking lights and it was currently ensnaring Louis’ enormous testicle. The toy could be controlled remotely, constricting itself to tighten around whatever it was wrapped around and according to the ad it could close completely to zero; something that made Louis’ current predicament extra hot.

Richard wasted no time and fired up the control app on his computer. He looked at Louis as he instructed the toy to tighten slightly. Louis gasped at the sudden sharp pain. The Gripper had barley closed but it felt like a giant had grabbed his right nut and given it a squeeze. The look on his face made Richard’s cock rage. Richard slowly tightened it, eliciting gasps and squeals from Louis, until Louis’ nut was beet red. It was being crushed around the middle with most of the nut meat forced to the bottom of the sack looking like it was going to pop out like a zit. Louis was breathing slow and deep, trying not to cry out, but Richard could tell the stud was in pain so backed the pressure back to the neutral position. He gave Louis just a few moments to recover before starting the cycle over. 

Louis felt like his nut was going to burst - and loved it - as it was squeezed relentlessly by his boyfriend thousands of miles away. Richard was leaking precum all over his hand as the other worked the controls in the app. Louis’ monster cock was fully hard, leaking as well and the two looked like they were both about to cum. Suddenly a pop up appeared on Richard’s screen. Richard stopped stroking and his face went pale at what he read. The look of fear immediately got Louis alarmed but before he could ask what was wrong he felt a horrible pain in his nut.

The message box read “You should have paid the ransom. Enjoy the show!” along with an image of an internet troll grinning. Shortly after Richard had ordered the handcuffs and toy, he had gotten a weird, poorly written email demanding that he pay a Bitcoin ransom or else his Gripper would be hacked and the scammers would destroy whatever was inside. Richard had dismissed it and had nearly forgotten about it by the time the couple actually had a chance to use it.

“Louis! Take it off now!” Richard screamed in terror.

Louis felt the ring around his nut tighten again and the fat organ was horribly compressed. He tugged at the handcuffs, expecting them to break open as intended and his heart raced when he realized the handcuffs were quite real. He flailed, trying to break free as the ring slowly crushed his nut. Richard tried desperately to control the device with his own remote but it was obvious that the hackers had blocked him out. All he could do was shout at the monitor and look on in horror as Louis’ nut got flatter and flatter. 

“Turn it off!” Louis screamed, sobbing and hysterical. He was glistening in sweat, writhing and helpless as his juicy nut was compressed to its limit.

Despite the situation, Richard’s cock stayed rock hard and he was so stunned that all he could focus on was Louis’ doomed nut. It looked like it was about to pop open and Louis was hyperventilating and screaming...

SQUICK

Louis let out a hellish scream as his nut imploded in the bag. Richard could only look horrified as the ring continued to compress.

SQUIISH

Louis looked like he had passed out but his eyes were wide open and his mouth was moving - but not making any sound - as if he had been stunned silent. His bag had split open like a squashed grape and the chunky remains of his nut were being extruded out by the closing ring. Richard watched half of his lover’s manhood land on the ground between his feet with sick wet plops and Louis blacked out just as the video feed ended.

Tested

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and nineteen year old Cody was laying in bed with one hand in his loose boxers and the other holding his phone above his face. He was watching an ultra hot bimbo taking a massive cock down her throat. He knew the clip well and knew that the climax was close. She was about to have her pretty face and massive breasts absolutely drenched in cum before being impaled for round two. The male model’s recovery time was impressive but Cody ignored him as he focused entirely on the hot blonde.

Cody edged himself for over an hour as he watched the bitch being passed around the locker room set taking dick after dick by the ‘players’. The movie’s flimsy plot of a cheerleader getting gangbanged by the football team was really pushing the horny teen’s buttons. He had been on his highschool team and had gotten plenty of blowjobs from slutty cheerleaders wanting to get in with the sports clique. He had also tag teamed a few of them with his buddies. That’s what led him to his current situation.

Although he was spending this particular afternoon relaxing and gooning out, most of his time was spent working two jobs and living in his dad’s spare bedroom. He, his sister and his dad shared a tiny house that was barely big enough for the family when he and his sister were children but was now overflowing with down on their luck young adults. His sister had gone off to college but had fallen in with a bad crowd. She was kicked out of university and moved back in with her dad. She was taking classes at the community college and trying to get her life back together but hadn’t saved enough to move out yet. Their father was constantly interrogating her about her friends and monitoring her social media to avoid her falling in with another bad crowd.

Meanwhile, Cody had been a talented footballer and amazing student. The handsome lad was as impressive on the field as he was in the classroom and was friends with everyone in school. Unfortunately, he was a little too friendly with too many cheerleaders and had ended up getting two of them pregnant. The news had barely sunk in when he found out he had fathered a third. His plans of moving out and studying at a prestigious university were dashed as he was forced to stay home to work and support his three kids and their moms. The plan was working and Cody was able to pay all of his child support and contribute to the household budget but he was too good looking for his own good. He ended up getting one of his coworkers pregnant and the resulting extra expense was too much for him, even working multiple jobs. His father was furious as he was forced to dip into his retirement fund to pay for the ever increasing expenses for his unexpected grandchildren.

Cody’s dad was extremely strict to prevent any more surprises. Cody was on a strict curfew, his emails were surveilled and there was a zero girl-friend policy. “When you can afford to take care of them yourself, you can have a girlfriend!” his dad would bark whenever Cody would protest. Since the teenager was always horny, he would blow off steam (and cum) in marathon bate sessions that helped take the edge off and stopped him from jumping in the sack with one of his pretty coworkers. 

“Oooh yeah! Take it slut,” Cody moaned under this breath. He was getting close as he watched the porno.

Suddenly the bedroom door flew open and his dad entered in a rage. Because of the strict house rules, Cody’s door didn’t have a lock but his dad at least knocked first usually. Cody dropped the phone - the sound of the slut moaning and the guys grunting was still audible - and tried to cover the foot-long tent in his shorts. His face flushed with embarrassment. His dad looked much younger than he was, still handsome and jacked, bulging with muscle.

“Dad?” Cody asked in confusion. His father was so angry he was seething.

His dad held up a used pregnancy test he had found buried in the bathroom trash. Cody instantly recognized what it was but was genuinely confused; he hadn’t fucked a girl in over a year - since the last pregnancy - and the only sperm he had shot ended up safely inside of a sock or splattered all over his abs. There was no way he had knocked anyone up.

“You’re a real dumb son of a bitch! Can’t you keep it in your pants!”

Before Cody could respond, his dad had lunged across the room and slammed his fist into Cody’s crotch, perfectly aiming for the twin lumps at the base of his cock. Cody’s cock deflated and he wailed, crying and begging as his old man slammed his fists over and over into Cody’s balls. Cody tried to explain but his dad was having none of it. Cody’s dad suspected Cody snuck girls over and assumed the test belonged to one of those bimbos. 

“Dad!” Cody’s eyes grew wide in terror as his dad produced pliers from his back pocket.

Fabric went flying as his shorts were ripped off and his dad ensnared his big left nut in the pliers. 

“Dad no!”

SQUICK

Cody’s eyes grew into saucers as he felt his nut crack. His dad made quick work of his last nut, cracking it in the sack, and the comatose teen lay on the bed as his enraged father slammed his fists into his ruined scrotum turning the big cracked pieces into sludge. No more fucking kids for him, the older man thought. Cody lay whimpering, clutching his ruined organs as his dad silently left the room.

As he turned the corner his daughter stopped him looking dejected.

“Umm.. dad. We need to talk... oh, you already know?”

Cody’s dad looked at her confused for a moment before realizing she was looking at the pregnancy test strip that was sticking out of his pocket. A sudden realization struck him and he turned back and looked toward Cody’s room.

“Oops.” 

Bullied

Bruce was easily the most popular student at his small college, which wasn’t a surprise since he had been the most popular boy in highschool. He was tall, good looking and an amazingly fit athlete with a hulking upper body that tapered down to a narrow waist and bubble butt. At the intersection of his thick thighs were two massive lumps that he always showed off with too-tight jeans. Unfortunately for the other young men who he didn’t consider to be in his cool clique, he was a huge asshole.

He would constantly make fun of and belittle anyone he considered to be a ‘nerd’ and was particularly cruel to any guy who wasn’t a fit jock. He was especially cruel to Vince and his buddies. Vince and Bruce had gone to high school together and from the outside their relationship was a stereotypical ‘jock picks on nerd’ scenario. Vince had a pretty strong upper body from powering his wheelchair but his unused legs were quite skinny and his thick glasses and hideous sweater vests made him look like what would pop up for a Google Image search for ‘boring nerd’. It didn’t help that Vince was incredibly smart and socially awkward, making him come across as aloof and condescending the few times he did speak.

In college Vince had a tight knit group of antisocial, equally nerdy friends who Bruce was a complete asshole to, forcing them to do his homework, ruthlessly mocking them and otherwise being a tool. None of the scrawny nerds dared fight back lest their faces end up on the receiving end of Bruce's massive fist and the one time Vince tried to stand up for himself Bruce rewarded him by shoving his wheelchair over. Bruce and his cruel, popular friends laughed and gawked as Vince’s physically weak friends struggled to lift the top heavy Vince back into his chair. What no one realized was that Vince was literally a psychopath with sadomasochistic tendencies but his physical limitations made it difficult to act on them. That’s where Bruce came in.

Despite his perfect body and charm, Bruce was barely functioning mentally and wouldn’t have made it through highschool without Vince’s help. He was incapable of realizing that Vince was ultimately in control; the manipulative nerd had Bruce wrapped around his finger goading Bruce into fights just because he enjoyed being belittled. Sometimes Vince would manipulate Bruce into picking on his friends just so that he could watch with lust as the beefy stud berated them. Vince even somehow convinced Bruce to let him get beaten up by the wheelchair bound nerd; most of their tutoring sessions were nothing more than Bruce bound to a chair while Vince wailed on him with his fists, rulers or whatever else he could find, and by the time they were in college most of the impacts landed on Bruce’s balls. Bruce knew their relationship was weird and unhealthy, but Vince would say they were in love and it was all a game.

Lately Vince had been incredibly violent with Bruce, leaving his perfect chest and balls covered in bruises. One evening Vince barked at Bruce to bolt a chair to the floor before tying him to it. Bruce’s legs were spread wide and his monstrously huge nuts were resting on the seat of the chair. Bruce knew from the look in Vince’s eyes that his boys were about to be in a world of hurt. 

“Vince, I don’t like this,” Bruce pouted. His usually booming voice was soft and trembling, ironically much closer to his natural tone than the cartoonishly ‘jock’ persona he used outside.

“Yeah, but I do and you know I get what I want, right?” Vince growled, wheeling himself so that he was right in front of Bruce.

Without warning Vince slammed his fist down on Bruce’s massive right nut, flattening it into the chair. Bruce wailed as Vince alternated between pounding Bruce’s right nut and his left nut.

“Stop it, nerd!” Bruce roared in his typical booming voice. Vince grinned.

“Good boy!” 

CRUNCH

Bruce’s eyes rolled back as a tremendous pain radiated from his nuts. He looked down and screamed at the site. Vince was tapping his left nut with the head of a hammer, barely using his full strength but the metal hammer head was pressing dangerously into his baby maker with each blow.

It didn’t take long for Bruce’s nuts to turn a fiery red and the strength of the impacts steadily increased. 

“I don’t like this, Vince. I don’t wanna’ play any more!”

Bruce’s naked body was sweating and he was shaking in fear. Vince rolled his eyes as he looked at the pathetic dumb jock. How stupid is this guy, he thought. Oh well.

After more pounding, Bruce was starting to panic and his balls felt like they were cracking open.

“Vince! I really, really don’t like this. Please stop, I don’t wanna’ play anymore. Please?”

Bruce looked pleadingly into Vince’s eyes. Vince spat in his face as he arched his arm over his head and sent the hammer down full force. Bruce screamed and there was a loud crack as the seat of the chair cracked  slightly. The testicle that had been in the way of the hammer head and the seat instantly burst. 

“Vince!”

Vince rose the hammer again and bought it down on the ruined nut, squashing the meaty pieces. Over and over Vince swung, filling half of Bruce’s sack with jock mush and making the remaining ball look absolutely huge compared to the flattened disaster on the other side of his sack. Bruce heaved all over his eight pack abs and Vince had to close his eyes and concentrate to beat back the desire to annihilate Bruce’s last nut.

“He’s a monster!” was Bruce’s last thought before passing out, tears streaming down his face.

“What a simpleton,” Vince rolled his eyes and casually pulled out his phone. 

He was going to need help dealing with the blacked out, half-nutted pile of muscle. He knew his idiot friends would jump at his call. Idiots, he thought.

Vince really was a manipulative psycho.