The Ghost Network: New Year Fireworks 2023

  

A maniacal showman nicknamed The Ghost devises clever ways to brutally castrate helpless studs live on the web to the delight of his globe-spanning throng of fans.  All of his past adventures can be seen with the tag Series: The Ghost Network.

 

The Ghost's last show had been brutal even by his standards. Brothers had been forced to battle between themselves in twisted games of tug of war. Several fat sacks were crushed and two exceptionally hot twin brothers ended up having their massive dicks ripped off by some overzealous fans. It had been several months since that live stream and as December drew to a close, Ghost’s network of fans figured they wouldn’t see another show until at least 2023. 

 

Early the morning of New Year’s Eve an encrypted message was sent out telling everyone to log in around midnight for an explosive celebration to mark the new year....

 

Ladies and gentlemen mark your calendars and click on the attached encrypted link at 22:00 hundred hours Pacific Time on 31 January 2022 for a live performance  to bring in the new year with a bang! 

 

- Eternally Yours, The Ghost

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The year 2022 had less than two hours left and around the world thousands of Ghost’s fans were skipping crowded parties to gather in front of their computer displays instead. 

Somewhere in a generic warehouse in California’s Inland Empire region, preparations were underway to ring in the new year with incredible brutality and flare. A large section of the warehouse had been walled off and painted stark white, bright lights shining overhead. Against one wall was a table covered in various random tools such as mallets, bats and even a screwdriver, along with several computer screens displaying cryptic statistics like ‘viewer count’ and ‘security status’. There were also multiple professional grade cameras on tripods facing toward the opposite wall, ready to show the night’s main attraction in multiple angles. 

Ten handsome, fit men wearing only soccer jerseys and no shorts were standing in front of the cameras with their arms tied over their heads and their legs spread extremely wide - metal spreader bars were secured to their ankles - turning their muscular bodies into X shapes. The men ranged from nineteen to forty-five, all from different countries as depicted on their jerseys  and all of them sporting enormous, heavy, dangling nuts that swung between their legs like pendulums, especially as they all tried desperately to escape. 

Suddenly there was a whoosh and a door opened then quickly closed, blending back seamlessly with the wall. A tall, unassuming middle aged man appeared from the doorway and several of the captive men gasped in surprise. Part of their surprise was the almost magical way the man had ‘materialized’ into the well constructed room, but most of it was because several of them recognized the man, though they couldn’t pinpoint from where...

As Ghost casually paced the room, all of the players were screaming into their gags in fear and confusion.

Despite their nationality and age differences, all of the ten had something in common. They were all exceptionally fit, each of them were soccer players and all of them had huge nuts. A young man wearing a jersey from Brazil had the ‘smallest’ nuts slightly smaller than two hen’s eggs. The largest were swinging beneith a middle aged man wearing a French jersey which were ridiculously huge and low hanging. The other eight men fell somewhere between that range. They also shared something else in common; the horrifying realization that none of them recalled how they ended up in their current predicament and had only started gaining consciousness shortly before the mystery man appeared.

Ghost walked the line of men and nodded in approval at each of them, a few times reaching out to gently grasp an especially meaty pair of nuts. He was especially pleased by the massive set of French-dad nuts. He checked his watch and headed toward his computers and typed in some commands. As the live stream was booting up, Ghost pulled a generic looking Mardi Gras mask out of his back pocket and put it on. It was show time. 

Ghost explained to the increasingly frantic men that he was a sadistic showman primarily focusing on absolutely destroying testicles for a huge live audience on the dark web. As Ghost recounted his many tales of depravity, the men began screaming into their gags, struggling more frantically than ever. A few of the younger ones recognized Ghost’s modus operandi as the stuff of urban legend but never believed any of it could be real. But this was very real.

“So, as 2022 comes to an end, my fans want to see 2023 come in with a bang. Lots of bangs. So many bangs! And luckily I was able to pull out all the stops to make this happen!”

Neither the terrified captives or Ghost could hear it, but around the world nearly twenty-thousand people, mostly men, were cheering as they watched the live video feed of the captives and Ghost in real time.

Ghost went on to give a high level explanation of how the ten men had been abducted and transported by his increasingly sophisticated network of depraved men willing to do their part for the greater good. Everything from Fortune 500 executives giving cash donations for the operation to border patrol agents helping to sneak the captives across borders and doctors keeping the men sedated throughout their journey. Ghost and his fans had managed to round up ten minor league football (soccer) players one each from final bracket teams of the 2022 World Cup bracket. France, Argentina, Croatia, Morocco, Brazil, England, the Netherlands, Portugal, Spain and Poland were all represented by strapping examples of some of the best athletes they had to offer. None of them had actually played in the World Cup (Ghost’s network wasn’t that powerful... yet) but all of them were at least regionally famous in their home countries for their football skills. Not like those skills would help now.

“Ladies and gentleman! As you can see I’ve gathered ten absolutely delicious specimens to ring in the new year...”

Ghost gently squeezed the balls of the British athlete in his hands, smiling as he felt the warmth of the fat organs in his grasp.

“...To ring in 2023 we’re going to have one Hell of a countdown!”

Ghost motioned toward the floor and the cameras panned to follow. The ten struggling, gagged footballers had been too disoriented to really pay attention to the ten black boxes on the floor between their legs. Each one was about the size of a shoe box, made of lustrous black metal with a small tube pointing up. The devices were slick, proving Ghost was all about style as well as substance. Ghost knelt down at each athlete’s feet - enjoying the view of their packages dangling in front of his face - and activated each of the mystery machines. As each one was turned on there was whirring, as if a small motor had activated, then silence. The only indication the machines were ‘on’ was a beam of red laser light coming from the black tubes, making small red dots like a laser pointer on each athlete. Ghost carefully adjusted each tube until the red dots they were emitting were perfectly targeted on their sacks. But to keep it interesting, Ghost adjusted some so that the point of light was right between the two nuts, on others it was aimed entirely on one nut or the other. Some of the red dots were on cocks. When he was satisfied with his work, Ghost stood up and stepped in front of the handsome Frenchman with the absolutely huge nuts.

Ghost smiled before slamming his fist into the French daddy’s nuts. The hot athlete’s cries were barely muffled by his gag. Ghost went down the line, slamming each pair of nuts with his bare fist. He knew he couldn’t break them with a single punch but the visual of the ten pristine sacks swaying from brutal punches all at once was definitely priming his audience for what was to come. Despite the pain, all of the players were more concerned by the mystery laser dot on their junk. No one knew what it actually meant and Ghost didn’t seem keen to say anything specific just yet lest he give away the grand finale. 

Ghost looked at his watch. It was now an hour until 2023. He explained that as soon as the ten second countdown started the audience was in for a treat, but they’d have to wait...

“So gentlemen, that leaves me with sixty minutes and twenty big, fat, football player testicles. What should I do?” Ghost asked into the camera.

Ghost acted like the gagged, horrified men were nothing more than props as he continued talking directly into the cameras and pacing slowly. He was quite the showman. 

“You all have the tools menu in the chat. Just drop those Bitcoin to have your final wishes of 2022 play out in real life!” Ghost cackled. 

Suddenly, the chat on the monitors started to explode with comments. Ghost squinted to read them, pleased at the amount of money (and by extension resources for next time) were pouring in.

“Okay! The crowd has spoken... the Portuguese player gets it first!”

Ghost fetched a heavy wooden bat from the table and wasted no time slamming it over and over into the Portuguese player’s nut. The handsome twenty year old’s heavy nuts went flying as a cackling Ghost just kept using them for target practice. Despite their wild swinging they always settled back to be perfectly in line with the laser dot, which was pointed at the sheathed head of his fat, shriveled cock. After a few minutes, Ghost stepped away from the sobbing footballer.

Next up, Ghost took a mallet to the oversized baby makers of the middle aged bloke from the Netherlands, pounding them so hard the adorable footballer thought they had to be cracking already.

The hot nineteen year old from Poland was next. He would have vomited if not for his gag as Ghost used the bat to reduce one of his big fat nuts into paste. Ghost was panting and sweating from effort and seemed genuinely pleased as the Polish lad’s right nut burst in his sack. 

The Moroccan’s right nut burst next after being squeezed one too many times in a pair of pliers. 

The Spanish player’s forty year old nuts both exploded in his bag after Ghost - at the urging of the audience - used a mallet, bat, pliers and his boots mercilessly on the huge man eggs until they just couldn’t take any more abuse. The Spaniard screamed and sobbed as all chances of him having any more children were utterly destroyed, his swollen bloated sack looked awful.

Ghost continued to violently abuse all ten men up and down the line. The Argentinian’s left nut was punctured by a screwdriver’s head that Ghost used like a skewer. The English player’s plump, enormous right nut burst in the jaws of a nutcracker.

The Frenchman’s nuts - the largest of the group - suffered twin partial ruptures inside a lemon squeezer which was barely able to hold the bloated things.

By the time the countdown to 2023 had reached two minutes, all ten bags were swollen and purple and several nuts had cracked in their bags. The ridiculously handsome twenty-five year old Croatian’s testicles had both cracked so completely that only chunky slurry was floating in his swollen bag. Ghost had slammed two mallets into each other over and over with the young man’s sex pods sandwiched between them with predictable results.

Ghost dropped the mallet before he could turn those Croatian testicles into even more slurry as he addressed the camera.

“I hope you’ve all enjoyed the show so far! Just look at those sacks!” Ghost motioned toward the line of partially and fully destroyed genitals.

“But it’s getting close to midnight so time for the grand finale!”

Ghost explained that the black boxes at the feet of each of the ten athletes had one purpose; to launch an explosive charge up the tube and toward the waiting, defenseless crotches of the men above. The laser dots Ghost had meticulously set earlier were to ensure proper aim. 

Each explosive charge was about the size of a small grape with a razor sharp tip designed to borrow into the respective nut sack before detonating. As Ghost teased the audience with details about how overpowered the tiny explosives were he was successful in working his fans into a fervor and the ten trapped athletes into throes of horror.

Finally it was thirty seconds to midnight.

“This is it everyone! These cannons are going to start firing off in one second intervals right when the countdown hits ten seconds. This is going to be a huge fucking mess!”

In a last act of cruelty - which the audience loved - Ghost pulled off all ten gags, allowing the stark white studio to be filled with frantic screams from multiple languages. Ghost stepped behind the cameras so that he could enjoy the show too...

12...

The Moroccan passed out, too horrified by what was about to happen.

11... 

The hot Brazilian with the egg sized nuts struggled desperately, but the tube near his feet stayed right on target. 2023 was about to start with a bang indeed...

TEN...

A small explosive charge perfectly aimed at what was left of the youngest player’s nuts, the nineteen year old from Poland, rocketed upward, the sharp tip piercing his sack and obliterated his right nut. A microsecond later it exploded, turning his teenaged overripe nuts into a disgusting spray of chunks. Luckily for him, his cock was pushed upward by the explosive and left mostly in tact... maybe there was a future of fucking left for him after all.

NINE...

BLOOOSH! The Croatian’s titanic nut sack erupted into a shower of goo, spraying several of the cameras in the process. The watching audience no doubt loved the point-of-view shot!

EIGHT...

The Brazilian's heavy DILF sack burst. First from the impact of the sharp projectile then a microsecond later from the detonation. His huge nuts were turned into pulp and his cock exploded, turning into big meaty pieces that covered the floor.

SEVEN...

The English stud passed out as his half-ruined sack exploded so violently even Ghost was stunned. The massive organs must have been weakened by Ghost’s earlier assaults and couldn’t even try to hold back the explosion. Nothing was left of his balls or cock but gross slop that painted his toned thighs, the wall and the floor. 

SIX...

The Argentinian sack was next to go, mutilated beyond recognition, turned into big weighty chunks that hit the ground with gross splats. Half of his dick was blown off leaving only an inch stub jutting out of his destroyed crotch.

FIVE...

An explosive, gory mess marked the end of the huge Moroccan nuts swinging between that player’s hewn thighs. They weren’t the biggest but from the size of the chunks and the loud, wet splats they made when hitting the wall, the floor and the other players, his nuts were clearly the beefiest to be destroyed so far. 

FOUR...

The blisteringly hot twenty-something from Portugal was the next to be taken out of the baby-making game. The explosive plunged into the head of his fat dick, exploding a microsecond later. His rotund spuds and cock were instantly turned into a mist of unrecognizable splatter. It was as if a manhood shaped water balloon had exploded.

THREE...

The Spanish daddy’s already ruined balls made quite a mess. His massive, shattered testicles erupted as if someone had stomped two balls of raw hamburger and his thick cock was blown in two. The wall behind him and the floor were totally drenched with the remains of his nuts. 

TWO...

The jock from the Netherland’s low hangers were turned into spaghetti-like streamers. His nuts were turned inside out with thick fibrous stands flying everywhere, unfurling to over a foot long as they flew. The other de-nutted players were drenched and the horrified athlete actually ended up reflexively swallowing some of his own home-made ‘pasta’ that splattered up into his screaming mouth.

ONE...

The final explosive charge slammed into the hot middle-aged French nuts, the tip puncturing his sagging left nut. And then... nothing. Although his left nut was utterly destroyed, the explosive charge had failed to detonate. It was as if his nutsack had just been pierced with a heavy dart; painful but not nearly as catastrophic as what had happened to the others.

“Happy New Year!” Ghost shouted, still behind the camera. 

He let the cameras pan the scene of the graphically de-sexed athletes as his audience rang in the new year. The whole place was a mess. The floor, walls, cameras, the athletes themselves and even Ghost were covered in chunks, goo and streamers of everything that had once been safely inside nine very huge nuts. Only a few of them still had anything resembling a penis still attached.

Ghost approached the sobbing Frenchman. His fractured balls had apparently been spared. Doctors, who were already standing by to sew up the mess, would put the pieces back together after the explosive was plucked out. Ghost was annoyed that the huge French nuts hadn’t burst like the others, but apparently fate had other plans for them. The Frenchman was delirious; he could  feel the small round explosive charge in his sack like a third testicle. 

Ghost admired the site of the punctured French sack. The footballer’s nuts were huge. Not just huge, enormous. And that was before they had swollen even bigger during the pre-New Years pounding. They were low hanging, sweaty and incredibly dense looking. They were the kind of balls Ghost and his audience knew the handsome Frenchman probably paraded around the locker room, proudly knowing that even the straightest athlete would gawk at them in admiration. They were so large, they almost looked fake. Disproportionate even against the French athlete’s large, muscular frame. Slumped over them was a meaty, bruised seven inch cock that probably would have grown into a monster in the right circumstance.

“Well, this sucks!” Ghost lamented into the camera as he knelt down, the sweaty un-destroyed sack just inches from his face.

“As you all know, these custom contraptions sometimes just don’t work as planned, which is too bad because these balls are probably the biggest that I’ve ever...”

BOOOM-SPOOOOOOTCH

Without warning the explosive lodged in the gargantuan nut sack finally exploded. It had missed midnight but no one watching on the live stream was complaining. Ghost was plastered, literally showered, with the piping hot insides of the player’s sack and chunks of cock, dripping off his face and shirt and glooping his hair. Lumps flew in all directions along with more spaghetti-like tendrils, seemingly gallons of slop, countless smaller pieces and at least six inch-long mushy tube-shaped pieces formerly known as his dick. 

Ghost was stunned.

He had performed some pretty gnarly castrations in his day but the catastrophic, explosive end of the French football player was among the goriest. Unspent sperm, testicular tissue, nut guts, membranes, dick chunks and viscera splattered everything. All of the players, the walls, floor, Ghost’s computers and cameras and the ceiling were dripping with procreate goo. 

A chunk of the testicle dropped from the ceiling and landed on Ghost’s head. He looked up and chuckled to see that a huge amount of sludge had painted the ceiling, French goop and unborn kids were starting to drip down like stalactites.

“What a fucking mess! Welcome to 2023!” Ghost said into the camera, the French jock’s manhood literally dripping off his mask.

The screaming and whimpering studs, who had all been unmanned over the course of just an hour, were in urgent need of medical care, lest their castrations turn into something even worse. Ghost ended the livestream with a flourish and opened the door. Several medical volunteers - all of which had been watching the live stream - came into the room to attend to the mutilated players. The whole operation ran with amazing precision. In less than a day the patched up studs would find themselves deposited safely back in their home countries.

After the last player had been removed from the room, Ghost restarted the livestream one more time. Without commentary he panned a single camera along the wall where the ten captives had been held. It was an absolute mess. Testicle gunk was dripping down walls. Blown off penises lay in piles of gunk. Baby-making factories had been blown all over the room. It was gory. It was messy. It was glorious.

Ghost’s live stream hadn't been interrupted by the authorities this time, which was great since it allowed everyone to enjoy the show and the post-show gore fest.

Ghost ended the live stream and smiled as the plans for his next show ran through his head.

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An awesome artist I've met online with the pen name Whistle illustrated some of the messier scenes of this story. Enjoy :)  (PS: Be sure to click on the images to see them in their full sized glory) 

French nuts ready for cracking.

A Brazilian package exploding.

Ref... is this a legal move? A jock from France has his family tree snipped.

Foul on the field! A poor Pole suffers a testicular technical difficulty.

This deserves a yellow card... A Portuguese package turned to goo. 

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A Serious Note from Buster:

Hey guys! I know the world seems like it has gone off the rails since 2020 and unfortunately 2023 doesn't seem to be on a better course. I hope my little blog has served as a fun escape hatch for you. I love hearing from you guys either from emails (trumansmith@gmail.com), the suggestion box or on Twitter. Just because I don't respond right away doesn't mean I don't see your messages.

A lot of us have been living in a nearly constant state of anxiety for nearly three years. Remember that it is okay to admit you're not okay. Please ask for help if you need it :) Finally, remember that self-love requires courage; have the strength to be who you are in a world that tries desperately to make you different...