This story was only posted to the private pages I tweet out. Now I'm publishing it to my main blog with an updated title (originally titled: The Deviants)
“COMING SOON: THE SHOPPES AT SPINNER’S END”
Mike barely registered the words on the giant sign he narrowly avoided hitting as he turned his car quickly into the parking lot of the still under construction luxury shopping center. The exterior of most of the buildings were complete but their interiors were still mostly unfinished with only the basic framing of walls. Mike checked the clock on his dash; it was 9:15 AM on a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. Unfortunately for him he was due at the sight at 7 AM sharp.
Mike was a senior technician at a network infrastructure firm who had been awarded a handsome contract to outfit the tony shopping center with state of the art sensors and networks to enable an internet-of-things-powered futuristic experience throughout. Augmented reality displays, real-time shopper tracking tied to AI which would intelligently show targeted digital ads that followed users throughout the shops and seamless indoor 5G were just some of the amenities. The hype was quite high but none of it would work without the extensive networking equipment Mike was supposed to be installing and setting up for a test demonstration.
He parked his car in front of a storefront that already had its White & Black House Market signage installed. His boss Austin’s car was already there, as was another blue sedan Mike didn’t recognize and a work truck. Mike fixed his face in the mirror before hopping out of the car, grabbing his equipment from the trunk and heading inside.
Though the exterior looked complete, inside the future-store was one giant empty space with only a few roughed in walls and all manner of construction equipment strewn about. Mike noticed two relatively short, brawny construction workers with the same logo as the work truck examining something near the entryway. They nodded politely before resuming their work.
Mike was flush and sweating as he walked up to Austin and a middle aged black man in a suit.
“There you are,” Austin interrupted his conversation to greet Mike, doing a poor job of hiding his annoyance.
“Mr. Fitzgerald, please meet Mike Jackson . He’s the lead engineer of the Icarus Project. He’s going to be outfitting this store for our demo Monday.” Austin introduced Mike to the black man.
Mike set down his equipment and extended his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Fitzgerald,”
Mr. Fitzgerald let out a friendly chuckle.
“Oh please, call me Justin. Nice to meet you, I’m the president of the development firm. I was just coming to check what all the hype was about...”
Justin continued to exchange pleasantries and over his shoulder Mike could make out his boss mouthing something but he couldn’t make out what. Mike was slightly distracted by the charming executive, a fit Black man in a well-fitted suit with pants that were cut as if designed to draw one’s eye to his mounding crotch. Mike swallowed hard as he couldn’t help but imagine what Justin’s pants were hiding.
“... the 5G boosters? Are those being installed today?”
Crap! Mike realized he had been so busy undressing Justin he wasn’t paying attention to what was being said. In a panic he blurted out the answer.
“Yes, those will be installed today. We’ll have full-bar 5G from here well into the parking lot for Monday’s press demo,”
“Very good,” Justin smiled and turned curtly back to Austin.
Phew, Mike thought. Austin wouldn’t risk causing a scene in front of an investor; at least the inevitable dressing down would happen back at the office instead of...
“Mike, a word, please?” Austin asked as he excused himself from he and Justin’s conversation and approached his technician.
Mike’s heart sank as he was walked toward the front of the store.
“Look, Mike. I’ve had about enough for your shit. You have been nothing but trouble for months now. I don’t know what is going on with you but...”
Mike was taken aback. Sure he had been late this morning but was not expecting Austin to go into a rant. Mike kept trying to get a word in but that only made Austin increasingly agitated. The burly manager was angrier than Mike had ever seen him.
Austin was in his late fifties with thinning hair. He was somewhat short at just five foot six and bulky, like he used to be quite muscular decades ago and it had since degenerated into fat and excess skin that was now stuffed into his too-tight jeans and polo shirt. Just the site of the sweaty dude was enough to make Mike’s stomach turn.
Mike, on the other hand was a thirty-five year old olive skinned Syrian jock with a body that looked like it was molded from clay. He had a trimmed goatee and beard and was looking quite good in his tight white uniform shirt that seemed painted onto his corrugated abs. He considered himself quite handsome and it showed in his overall attitude. Like how he was actively not listening to Austin’s rant as his mind contrasted his own gym-honed body with the sweaty, fat, balding old man screaming in his face.
“...I oughta’ knock you down a peg, Mike!”
Mike immediately tuned back into Austin’s rant as soon as his brain perceived the shockingly blunt threat Austin had just made. Man, I can’t wait to tell HR about this, Mike thought to himself as he opened his mouth to speak...
SLAP
Mike’s massive biceps flexed reflexivity as he rose his hand to his face. Austin’s fat, clammy hand had just slapped him clear across the face. The impact was so loud that the two construction workers looked up briefly and Justin’s eyes darted up from his phone to investigate. Austin’s slap was more shocking than it was hard, but still stung.
“What the fuck, Austin?” Mike spat out.
He took a step forward making him toe to toe with Austin, his large belly nearly touching Mike’s rock hard, flat abs. Mike puffed out his chest and clenched his fists to accentuate his biceps, clearly taking on a fighting pose, as if it was even necessary. It was evident that the hunky technician would mop the floor with the overweight, slow old man. Justin was now looking up intently - though he was pretending to be reading his phone - as if waiting for the next shoe to drop. Oh shit, Mike thought, he had just stepped up threateningly to his boss and cursed at him on a job site. He was going to be fired for sure. That fat fucker set me up, yelling at me until he knew I would explode...
CRUUUNCH
Mike’s machinations were rudely interrupted by a ridiculous pain screaming from between his legs. Mike’s dark eyes crossed and his mouth opened in a funny ‘O’ shape as Austin’s knee was still implanted into his crotch.
“Fucker...” Mike coughed hoarsely.
Austin withdrew his knee and slammed it again into the stud’s berries, driving them into his pelvis. Mike let out a howl as the man’s tremendous weight gave the blow an especially painful boost of inertia. By now Justin had taken a few steps closer, his distracting phone tucked away in his pocket, and the two workers weren’t even pretending not to be watching the drama unfolding.
“Fuck you, Austin. Wait until the fuckin’ police hear about this you fat fuck,”
Mike was over civility. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and had only dialed a single digit before Austin reared his arm back and punched Mike square in the chest. Austin’s form was far from the graceful perfection Mike employed in the boxing ring but it was effective nonetheless. Mike coughed as the wind was knocked out of him and stumbled backward, dropping his phone in the process. What the fuck, Mike thought. He reached down to grab it and was nearly struck by a flying shard of plastic.
STOMP
Austin had ground his tacky, heavy tennis shoe into the fragile device and his weighty size meant utter destruction. Austin stomped on the clearly broken phone several more times and Mike just looked on with growing confusion - and anger.
In a rage, Mike let out a grunt, totally oblivious to anyone else around, and lunged at Austin. Despite Austin being easily twice Mike’s weight, the well-trained athlete was able to tackle his boss to the ground with ease. Austin landed on his back and the two rolled around in a sweaty ball of fat and muscle, Mike’s fists slamming into Austin’s face and chest as he abandoned all inhibitions but to Mike’s surprise the usually sniveling old man was holding his own, landing several well-aimed punches to Mike’s face and body.
“I think that’s enough,”
Justin had walked over and was looking down at the fight. The two continued tussling. Mike was on his knees straddling Austin’s chest, pummeling his shielded face. Because of Austin’s girth, Mike’s legs were spread obscenely wide and Justin could make out a slight lump at the bottom of the V created by Mike’s widespread knees. The opportunity was perfect, the executive thought.
CRUNCH
Mike let out a howl and fell off Austin, clutching his balls. Justin wasn’t sure if his aim was going to be good enough, but judging by the thick, meaty bulge he felt warping under his shiny black shoe and the subsequent reaction by the tanned jock, he was confident he had made his target.
“I said that was enough,” Justin barked. His voice now sounded much deeper, almost sinister, than the almost flowery execu-speak tone he had earlier.
The two workers put down their tools and cautiously made their way over to the scene. Mike was still rolling around nursing his balls when he felt someone grab his shoulders and wrench him to his feet. CRUNCH!
Justin was holding Mike upright by his broad shoulders and was slamming his knee into Mike’s balls over and over, grinning silently in stark contrast to the funny, shrill noises Mike was making. Even though it was covered by a sharp suit, Mike could tell Justin’s body was well conditioned and the executive knew his way around a gym, and the power and aim of his blows was proving Mike right. Mike screamed and tried to cover his crotch but Justin just slammed his knee into Mike’s cupped hands, forcing the terrified jock to crush his own nuts.
Thinking he would be clever, Mike arch his leg back and was about to send it sailing between Justin’s legs but his leg was caught mid air by one of the construction workers. Mike was trapped, standing on one foot being held up by his cocked-back leg by the worker and being held up by the shoulders by Justin. What the fuck was going on. The construction worker laughed as he lifted his foot and connected squarely with the fleshy lump in Mike’s jeans from behind.
“Ooooh!” Mike’s eyes crossed. His baby makers were being annihilated by the worker's powerful work boots and Justin’s devastating knees in well orchestrated choreography. If Mike didn’t know better he would have guessed the setup was staged.
In a panic Mike sent his fist sailing wildly at Justin and it connected squarely with his jaw, the Syrian jock’s bicep proving to be as powerful as it looked. Justin’s head was knocked to the side and the dazed executive lost his grip on Mike momentarily. It was all the time Mike needed to pull his leg free from the construction worker and try to take a step away from the melee.
CRUUUNCH
“Fuck!” Mike screamed out.
Austin, who had been standing watching Justin ruining Mike’s chances of having kids, lunged forward and grabbed Mike’s bulge through his pants. The fat manager was squeezing incredibly, insanely hard, so hard that Mike couldn’t believe that someone who probably couldn’t even spell ‘gym’ was capable of doing it. Mike’s eyes crossed and he let out a throaty scream as he clawed at Austin’s arm to no effect. Austin's face just turned red with effort as he squeezed harder. Mike connected a punch squarely in Austin’s jaw, which did seem to stun him for a fraction of a second, but his boss just laughed and smiled at Mike as he reached out and grabbed Mike by the throat.
At the same time the two construction workers grabbed Mike’s arms and held them behind his back as Austin squeezed Mike’s testicles and throat with equal fury. Holy fuck, Mike thought as his scream was stopped in his throat.
“You fucking cocky prick," Austin laughed as he threw Mike onto his back.
Mike grabbed at his throat and coughed as he was surrounded by the two workers, Justin and Austin standing over him. The looks on their faces - and the fact that it was now four against one - made Mike freeze, waiting for a more opportune time to strike.
The two construction workers were in dirty blue jeans, grey T-shirts with a logo Mike didn’t recognize and hard hats, their skin was bronzed from long hours working outside on the construction site. They were relatively short but powerfully built - more so than even Mike - and didn’t look like the kind of guys to be trifled with. Even though the inside of the unfinished store was relatively clean aside from the various construction equipment laying about, the two construction workers looked like they had just come in from working outside. It was almost like they had come into the store just to be present when Mike showed up. The realization that something sinister was happening jolted Mike with a wave of adrenaline and he started to bolt to his feet but was stopped before he even got the chance by the two construction workers placing their heavy work boots on his chest. They weren’t applying pressure but Mike was sure they could - and would - crush his lungs like a bug if he tried anything.
“You see, Mike, I told you I needed to knock you down a peg. Lucky for me some of my friends from online agreed. This whole thing is, what would you call it? A setup,” Austin chuckled.
“If you even pretended to read your emails, you would’ve known Project Icarus has been pushed back a week, Tracey is handling the demo. We just needed you here to play with,”
Austin looked down at Mike as if he was drinking in the sight of the big jock rendered helpless. Mike started to panic as the two workers started leaning their weight into the boots that were pressed against his chest.
CRUUUNCH
“Christ!” Mike screamed as Austin’s shoe stomped into his modest but fat nuts.
Mike tried to close his legs but he was too slow, Justin reached down and grabbed an ankle in each hand. He hoisted them skyward and was stomping he bulge at their intersection before they were even off the ground. Mike howled and screamed as the modest bulge in his jeans as Justin stomped and grinded his dress shoe into Mike’s package, the handsome executive licking his lips as he felt Mike’s jock nuts flattening into his groin.
“Feels like stomping grapes!” Justin laughed as he delivered a final devastating stomp.
“Oooooh!” Mike cried out as everyone stepped back and Justin let his legs fall to the ground.
Mike clutched his junk and curled into a ball, choking back sobs as he calculated the best way out of the situation. He could easily take on any one of them individually, but together it was a bit much. If it had just been fat-ass Austin and Justin, that might have been manageable, since Justin’s gym toned body wouldn’t be enough to compensate for Austin’s clumsiness, but the two studs were the perfect compliment. Mike’s mind was racing when one of the workers grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air.
Mike’s face instantly started to turn rosy red and he motioned that he couldn’t breath as the worker smirked and walked Mike toward the wall until he was holding his back against it. He slowly lowered Mike to his feet, which greatly reduced the pressure on his neck, but kept a firm grasp on Mike’s throat.
“Do anything stupid, I’ll break your neck,” the worker stated coldly and Mike was sure he wasn’t being hyperbolic.
The second construction worker took a box cutter to Mike’s shirt, sending fabric flying and showing off Mike’s hunky upper body that was covered in short curly black hair. He then knelt down and unzipped Mike’s jeans and pulled them to his feet, followed by his underwear. Mike’s shaved nuts were slightly swollen and bruised from earlier but still looked otherwise fine. His cock was a tiny nub, barely three inches with its oversized head tucked inside his foreskin. Mike’s face flushed with embarrassment as all eyes were on his tiny cock. Everyone was laughing hysterically. To add insult to injury, Austin was pointing and laughing so hard he was crying.
They couldn’t believe that such small equipment was attached to the intersection of such meaty, muscular legs. Mike’s package, that might have looked okay on a smaller guy - or one who wasn’t so overtly masculine - was humorously disproportionate on Mike’s sturdy frame.
“Wow, God dropped the ball making you!” Mike sneered pointing, “He grabbed everything out of the ‘man-sized’ basket except for your junk, that’s clearly from the ‘child size’ lot!”
Everyone was roaring with laughter. Suddenly the worker between Mike’s legs grabbed Mike’s exposed ball sack as squeezed viciously while yanking down so far it seemed like he was determined to detach them from Mike’s body. Mike let out a terrified scream and - without thinking - kicked out, knocking the handsome construction worker over.
“You little shit!”
The man quickly regained his footing and stood up, reaching down and grabbing Mike’s nuts pulling them upward as he squeezed. Incredibly hard. Mike could feel both of his nuts smashing into each other in his bag as they were forced to compete for less and less space. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as the man mixed up his approach, placing one palm beneath Mike’s nuts and the second above it, clasping his hands together. Mike’s nuts were being sandwiched between the set of strong hands and Mike could feel the callouses pressing into his swollen, flattening balls.
“AAAAAAA!”
The construction worker sneered as he let go of Mike’s nuts; “Who’s next?”
The guy who was holding Mike against the wall by his neck spun him around, wrapping Mike in a powerful bearhug. Mike struggled but was trapped, his dangling nuts exposed to whatever the other three wanted to do. Justin took the opportunity first and reached out and grabbed Mike’s nuts, he gave them a quick sharp squeeze before squatting so that Mike’s crotch was eye level and proceeded to use Mike’s reddening nuts like a speed bag. Mike thrashed and tried to kick out, but it was no use, Justin just dodged the sloppy kicks or laughed off the ones that connected.
Austin was up next. He didn’t want to risk being kicked by Austin’s powerful legs so had hunted down a long metal rod laying on the floor. Mike’s eyes grew huge with terror.
“What the fuck! Nooo!”
WHOOSH
CRRUUUNCH
Mike blacked out for a second as the impromptu bat connected with his swinging nut sack, slamming into the right side. The bat connected three more times, each time eliciting a higher-octave scream. Austin wasn’t just striking randomly, he always struck from the right, making sure Mike’s right nut was getting the brunt of it, swinging so hard Mike thought his bag was going to burst like a pinata.
“Stop! Please!”
The worker holding Mike was both impressed and amused at the struggling technician in his grip. Mike was putting up quite a fit but he was no match. To be sure though, the second worker was standing by holding a 2x4 that he would be aiming at Mike’s skull if he happened to escape.
CRUNCH CRUNCH
Even if he weren’t obese, Austin would have been working up a sweat from the effort he was exerting. Mike’s nuts - or more precisely his right nut - was being wrecked and the more swollen it got the more excited Austin was getting. Mike could make out his boss's stiffy clearly outlined and hard through his pants. Justin was rubbing his own cock through his slacks and judging by the long strokes it was taking for Justin to cover its entire length, Mike could tell it was quite big.
“That looks fun, let me try!”
Austin got in one last blow to Mike’s nuts before tossing the metal bar to Justin. Justin gripped it with both hands, took an exaggerated batting stance and let rip with objectively the hardest blow so far. Mike once again suffered a mini-blackout as his overwhelmed mind shut down from the sensation. His right nut felt like it was going to break in two. CRUUUUNCH CRUUUNCH. Mike was writhing and struggling as the two took turns wailing on his balls until they had both worked up a heavy sweat, their cocks raging in their jeans and Mike’s odds of passing on his genetic code were significantly reduced. Through the entire assault, Mike could feel the enormous cock of the guy holding him pulsing against the small of his back.
By the time they were done his sack was a purplish disaster, his nuts were horribly swollen and covered with bruises. The hot construction worker who had been holding him let him fall to his knees but the respite was short. Justin hoisted the exhausted hunk to his feet and walked him over to a work table. There were some small tools and interior sketches for the future store that Austin and Justin brushed casually to the floor. Mike groaned as Justin placed a hand on the back of his head, bent him over the table and slapped Mike’s perky, muscly ass. The handsome executive stepped out of his slacks and spit on his hand, lubing up his throbbing ten inch cock.
“Let me show you what a real cock feels like!”
“Ooooh! Fuuuuuck!”
Mike’s eyes rolled into his head in a mix of pleasure and pain as every inch of Justin’s cock disappeared into his hairy asshole. The table creaked and groaned as Mike’s asshole was pounded and Justin’s nuts slapped against Mike’s hard ass. Mike was moaning as Justin grabbed his head and pulled back, forcing Mike’s back to arch.
“Oooh!”
Mike’s prostate was being demolished with each thrust and the two workers stepped out of their jeans and started stroking their truly horse-sized dongs. Mike’s eyes were watering as Justin fucked his ass and Austin used the metal pole like a giant pool cue, poking Mike’s swollen busted sack whilst he was being pounded. Despite himself, Mike felt his cock starting to swell up and after a few moments it was at its full astoundingly disproportionate six inches.
“Look at it!” Austin roared in laughter.
“Probably why he works out so much. Compensating,” one of the construction workers joked, grabbing Mike’s rock hard, massive biceps and giving it a squeeze.
“Yeah, too bad there isn’t an exercise for that tiny dick,” laughed the other worker who was pumping his cock with both hands and even that didn’t seem like enough coverage.
Justin flooded Mike’s ass and stepped back, his big Black cock still throbbing. Mike crumpled to his knees but was rolled onto his belly by one of the workers. He struggled as the big brute mounted him like a horny dog, Mike’s ass raised in the air. Mike screamed as he felt like he was going to be ripped in half.
“You’re splitting me in half!” Mike pleaded as he felt twelve inches of cock annihilating his insides.
The other worker was next and Justin was about to jump on the train but decided to kick Mike’s dangling nuts instead.
CRRRUUUNCH
“Ooooh!” Mike screamed and collapsed. It felt like his nuts had finally cracked.
The group of men stood over him laughing and mocking him. All of them had stripped down but Mike was clearly too distracted to admire the two construction worker's rocking bodies or Justin’s toned body, and he wasn’t delusional enough to be remotely attracted to his overweight boss despite the fact he was stroking his thick nine incher over Mike’s torso. Mike thought he was going to be the victim of a very messy bukkake as the four moaned, stroking their dicks and admiring the splayed stud on his back, his nuts swollen and purple.
Austin placed his foot on Mike’s nuts, slowly pressing them into the ground. His weight by itself would have made the crushing devastating but Austin was actively leaning into it, grinding and pressing. He was thoroughly enjoying the feel of the squishy organs becoming less and less round.
“Fuck you!” Mike snorted as he gritted his teeth and tried to hold back giving Austin the satisfaction of a scream.
SPLOTCH
“Oooooooh!” Mike threw his head back and let out a scream so tremendous Austin’s face lit up in evil pleasure. There was a distinct crunching sensation and Austin swore he felt something pop in Mike’s hideously bloated nut sack.
Austin lifted his foot and was about to stomp again when one of the workers walked up with a long piece of plywood.
“Golf?”
“Noooo!”
WHOOSH CRUSPLOTCH
Mike nearly passed out as the beefy fucker used the plywood like a giant, flat golf club, crushing his plums into his body. His equally beefy friend was next, followed by Justin and Mike. The gang carefully made sure at least four feet were pressing down on Mike at all times, canceling out his increasingly weak attempts to escape. They played the equivalent of a round of golf on Mike’s nuts, nearly turning his birdies into roadkill, but Mike’s cock stayed hard. The four golfers mocked the muscle stud’s small cock relentlessly.
Justin especially liked stroking his large, thick cock over Mike’s face, taunting him with its size.
“Look how small it is, fuck!” Justin joked as he stroked the shit out of his own huge tool.
“Yeah, like a kid!” one of the workers chuckled, both of his hands busy with his cock.
STOMP
Mike roared in a pain unlike anything he had experienced as one of the workers stomped straight down on his hard cock.
SNAPPPP
The thick shaft snapped in half and everyone laughed as the worker lifted his foot and stomped down again. The worker had taken off his work boots but it didn’t matter; he was still two-hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle.
“FUCK!”
CRUSPLOTCRUNCH
Mike’s cock was ruined. It had pancaked like an imploding skyscraper, getting shorter and shorter as each ‘floor’ of his cock was crushed into shapeless sludge. By the time the assault was over, Mike’s already small tool was permanently three inches, a blackened nub. Mike was fading out of consciousness but was snapped back to life by a warm, foul smelling stream of liquid splashing his face. Austin was pissing all over his hunky former employee, laughing as Mike inadvertently swallowed a mouthful and gagged.
“That looked fun,” Justin smirked as he stomped and ground Mike’s crumbling nuts into the ground.
“Try with these!”
One of the workers tossed one of his heavy Timberland boots to Justin, who slipped it on whilst the contractor put on the other. The two took turns testing out the boot on Mike’s sack, eliciting all manner of castrato screams and pleas for mercy. Mike’s balls were turning black, swollen beyond believe and felt much less firm.
“Look, they’re almost normal size!” Austin laughed, punting Mike’s now-egg-sized balls with his toe.
Everyone laughed and stepped back, allowing Mike to roll onto his stomach, clutching his balls and trying desperately to calculate a way out of this nightmare. His bronze muscular back was a masterwork of male perfection, glistening with dirt and sweat, the exact opposite of Austin’s grossly overweight body. He placed his foot on the middle of Mike’s back like a foot stool and pressed down hard.
“Ooooh!” Mike screamed. He thought his back was breaking as it arched reflexively.
“Fucking piece of shit!” Austin shouted as he stomped into Mike’s back, forcing his body to flatten out.
Mike collapsed onto his belly and Justin reached down and lifted his legs into the air.
“Please...” Mike cried out weakly. Justin just laughed.
CRUNCH
Justin stomped onto Mike’s cock, further destroying it. The four took turns on Mike’s cock until there was a sick terminal crunch and his cock lost all hope of ever functioning normally. Mike was nearly out of it, still struggling against their holds but not really much of a challenge at that point.
He vaguely remembered being dragged over to another work bench in the unfinished store. Justin was holding his limp body up from behind and the two workers had positioned his bruised, dangling nuts into a huge woodworking vise. The commercial-grade vice would have been overkill for entirely intact balls, let alone Mike’s jelly-like orbs. Mike begged and struggled so hard that Austin had to help Justin keep him in place. The two construction workers closed the vice with purposeful slowness, thoroughly enjoying every second as Mike’s balls got flatter and flatter.
POP
“OOOOOOOH!” Mike thought he was going to lose his mind as a disgusting crunch signaled the end of his right nut.
The abused thing had gotten too flat and had split like a grape in the bag. The vice was further closed, deliberately slow and the two gave a vivid play by play of the front row view they had of the end of Mike’s family line.
“Oh, it’s getting so flat! Looks like it’s gonna burst!”
“Yeah, I can’t believe it hasn’t popped by now!”
Mike’s left nut was a tough fucker, getting impossibly flat before Austin called out for them to stop tightening the vice and release Mike’s sack. They looked at Austin quizzically but were confident that whatever sick idea Austin was cooking up was going to be worth watching.
They threw Mike on his back and he barely reacted. In his mind he was still fighting back, but in reality his lumbering muscles were barely twitching. Austin grabbed Mike’s right hand and admired its size and power.
“I bet this can do some damage!” Austin said in genuine admiration.
He placed Mike’s hand over his half-empty sack and pressed down as hard as he could, both of his hands stacked on top of Mike's. Mike moaned weakly as his nut was flattened under his own hand and even in his diminished capacity could make out in gross detail every small pop and splish as the membranes around his nut started to crack. He struggled to move his hand, clawing at Austin with his free hand, but Justin and the two workers held him in check. There was a big crunch and Mike’s eyes opened as adrenaline flooded his body. His left nut - his LAST nut - was starting to crack! He had to do something. The terrified buck suddenly sprang to life, pulling at the men holding him down with renewed vigor, thrashing and nearly escaping but Austin was still forcing Mike’s hand to squash his own nut.
The closer Mike’s beefy seed pod came to spilling all over the floor the more frantically he fought back. SPLISH. Mike pleaded and screamed. CRUNCH. The workers tasked with holding down one of Mike’s legs was actually knocked back by the bucking stud. But it was no use. Mike’s strong hand was fighting a battle with his left nut that was now literally as flat as a pancake.
Mike’s hand won.
SPLOOOOOSH
Mike blacked out as the left side of his scrotum split open and a chunk of his ruined nut squirted out.
“Ooops!” Austin feigned surprise.
“You got a little something on your hand,” he laughed as he pressed Mike’s hand further toward the ground, causing more of his sack’s contents to squirt out all over his palm.
“Time of the finale!” Justin announced to cheers...
