REC'd: Webcam Catastrophe

 

Henri was the star of the show and he knew it. The beefy forty-something had just been a normal guy with a boring office job until a few years ago when his OnlyFans, that he created on a dare, exploded in popularity. Soon he was bringing in enough from live shows and subscriptions to quit his ‘normal’ job and be a male model influencer full time. His viewers especially loved watching him showing off his fabulous, muscular body in skimpy singlets and gym wear, teasing them with bulges and lumps in all the right places. Shockingly, he actually gained more subscribers during live streams where his best assets were clad in Spandex.

Tonight he was preparing to go live wearing a yellow and black wrestling singlet with the chest strategically missing to show off his slightly furry washboard abs, while clinging to his cock, balls, ass and thighs. Even though Henri didn’t have kids, he totally owned his ‘daddy’ persona and tonight’s solo performance was going to be a point-of-view show where he talked down to the audience like they were naughty school boys about to be bent over and fucked hard for insubordination. Henri knew his watchers, both men and women, would love the kinky setup and he could tell from the roiling sperm in his sack that he was going to like it too.

As usual, Henri was going to broadcast live from his Hell’s Kitchen studio with his ring light and professional camera rig provided by a sponsor. As he mentally prepared for the show, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and pulled the straps of his outfit as he flexed his abs. Man I’m one hot daddy, he growled.

Henri glanced at his impressive computer setup, also provided by a sponsor. One of the monitors was doing a countdown to show time - at five minutes - and would switch to counting up when the show started. Henri’s trademark was that his live shows were only thirty minutes, just enough to get his audience primed so that they’d immediately go to his video store or start checking off his Amazon shopping list. The second monitor was showing a preview of his live stream and the third monitor was blank, waiting to be flooded with live comments the moment he started the show. Henri aimed to please and actively read this particular monitor to make sure he was giving his fans exactly what they wanted. 

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Henri glanced at the monitor to show time, he still had over four minutes so figured he could get rid of whomever was at the door in that time. He threw open the door and was surprised to see a pizza delivery boy holding a box. He hadn’t ordered pizza...

Before Henri could say anything the pizza boy, who was a ripped little fucker, shoved his way into the apartment then slammed and locked the door. The pizza boy took advantage of Henri’s confusion to hit him across his stubbled face with the pizza box which was clearly filled with some kind of heavy weight and not just a pizza. A huge bruise erupted along the side of Henri’s face and his lip split but before he could react the pizza boy sent the weighted box slamming into Henri’s skull. Henri, despite his size difference over the muscular, yet short delivery boy, was instantly knocked out.

When Henri came to he was alarmed to find that he was sitting in a chair facing his camera. He could tell from the monitor that the show had automatically started and the chat window was full of confused, concerned - and aroused - comments. He was still in his singlet but his arms were tied behind his back and his legs were spread wide, tied to the side of the chair. He started to struggle and shout and that’s when the pizza boy, who was starting to get bored by Henri’s nap, came into the frame.

“You should probably shut the fuck up, you’ll upset the neighbors,”

The pizza boy pressed something metal and cold against Henri’s back. The chat erupted in comments. Henri couldn’t tell what it was but it felt like a gun, but even if it wasn’t it was clear the pizza boy was in charge now.

Henri realized he was still streaming; his captor had positioned the tied up stud so that he was perfectly in frame for his tens of thousands of viewers. 

“Hello boys, I’m Anthony!” his captor introduced himself to the camera smiling, still wearing his fake pizza delivery uniform. 

Anthony wasn’t trying to hide his scruffy handsome face and his large round glasses almost made him look nerdy and meek, though Henri knew otherwise as he struggled against his bonds.

Anthony continued, “Tonight’s show will be a little different than what you expected. Looking forward to comments,” he nodded toward the monitor displaying them, the text scrolling by so quickly he could barely keep up.

“Is this for real?” someone wrote.

“Is this part of the angry coach fantasy?” 

“Whose Anthony?”

“I don’t know, but he’s cute though!”

Anthony grinned and had removed the gun, or whatever it was, from Henri’s back.

“Like I said folks, I’m Anthony and I’ll be in charge of tonight’s performance of The Nutcracker,”

The chat erupted.

“Is this a Christmas themed stream?”

“What’s going on???”

Before continuing, Anthony stepped to the keyboard and with a few commands had booted out every viewer who had logged in as female and blocked anyone else from joining. He stood in front of the still-struggling Henri as he continued calmly.

“Now that it’s just us guys, let’s get on with the show,”

There was an iciness in Anthony’s tone that made Henri start to panic.

“So I know I’m not the only guy out there that saw Henri’s massive package always hiding in his tight outfits and thought ‘wow, that might be fun to punch!’. Am I right?”

“Definitely!”  “Hate to admit it but it’s true”  “LOL - that’s me!” the chat responded.

“So what do you say we knock him down a peg or two? What do you say?” Henri spoke directly into the camera.

“Hell yes!” “I’ve always wanted to!” “Is it bad that I’m totally getting off on this?”

Suddenly Henri started shouting into the camera.

“Guys! This isn’t part of the show, please call 911! My address is 2-6-0...”

Before Henri could finish, Anthony had shoved a dirty pair of Henri’s underwear into his mouth to shut him up. Henri continued to shout, albeit muffled, growing increasingly alarmed at what other implements Anthony had gathered up from around the apartment in the time he’d been blacked out. 

“How many of you like him better this way, huh? Big bulging daddy gagged with his own jock!”

“I love it!” “This is so fucking hot!” “Anthony, what’s your username man?”

Anthony smiled as he stood behind Henri, reaching down to grab Henri’s bulging pouch. Then proceeded to squeeze hard. Really hard.

Henri’s eyes bulged out and he let out a muffled scream. Anthony was small, but his svelte body was almost entirely muscle and the two would have actually been evenly matched in a fair fight, though this was anything but. Anthony had one of Henri’s massive nuts in each hand, pressing into the Spandex lumps with his thumbs. Henri sobbed and screamed and tried desperately to escape but his emasculation was on full display in stunning 8K resolution. The gag was doing a nice job of stopping the neighbors from hearing but was letting out just enough of Henri’s frantic, deep and muffled screams to fill the livestream with a symphony of pain.

“Man, is this real??”  “Holy fuck!” “This is so hot, Anthony! Keep it up!”

Henri felt like Anthony had been crushing his spuds for hours, but it had only been a few minutes. Finally Anthony let go and picked up another toy he’d found in the apartment. It was a wooden baseball bat and Anthony was standing behind Henri holding it with the head of the bat resting on the lump in Henri’s singlet.

“Pwees!” Henri screamed but Anthony ignored him.

Anthony slammed the bat up and down on Henri’s nuts like a flattening piston. The bat itself was quite heavy and was even more devastating with Anthony’s powerful arms slamming it up and down. Anthony probably could have slammed Henri’s balls out of the park if he was swinging it like a regular bat but it was clear that Anthony was plotting out his attacks so as to not disrupt the view of the camera.

The viewer count ticked down as guys who were confused or alarmed at what they were seeing logged off, but there were still several thousand kinky sadists who were fullying invested in watching the unfolding surprise.  After nearly twenty minutes, Anthony tossed the bat aside. It had been slamming straight up and down on Henri’s bulge like a wooden piston and it was clear from Henri’s blushing skin and swollen bulge that his nuts had been being genuinely crushed. This definitely wasn’t just cheesy webcam acting. Henri was in real danger, but none of the watching men made any effort to report the stream; several thousands of them were glad Anthony had blocked the room from further entry lest some milquetoast loser log in and immediately report it. 

Next up was a dumbbell Anthony had found in Henri’s room. The heavy weight was dropped from high above Henri’s head landing over and over onto his bright yellow bulge. Henri begged for mercy but it only came out as muted, throaty mumbles. 

“Fuck yes! Crush that bulge!” “Holy fuck! This is real, guys!” “I’ve always wanted to wreck Henri!”

Henri started to black out, his muscular body glistening with sweat as he had been struggling non-stop to escape. His nuts were swollen to nearly twice their normal size and his beefy cock had ruptured internally after a well-aimed drop of the weight smashed his cock into his pelvis. Henri screamed into his gag, jolted back to life by the pain, but not fully registering that his cock was actually broken. Henri’s famous eleven-inch monster would never be able to get fully hard again, at least without immense pain, ever again. And that was assuming Anthony stopped right the fuck now which he clearly had not intention of doing.

After nearly an hour of dropping the weight Anthony decided to pivot to the grand finale. The view counter had been frozen at five-thousand for nearly the entire time, a twisted testament to how many guys wanted to see Henri suffer.

Anthony stepped in front of the writing stud to address the camera directly. 

“Gentlemen, thank you for sticking around! Now it's time for the grand finale!!”

“Hell yes!” “Do it dude!” “Fuck, I already blew my load!” 

Henri screamed frantically into his gag, his muscles convulsing as he tried to get free and his pleading more urgent than ever once he saw what Anthony was holding. 

“Pweeph! Pweeph!” 

Henri shouted as Anthony positioned the head of a sledgehammer against his bulging singlet. His cock was already broken and fractures had erupted all over his testicle membranes from the weight dropping but what Anthony was preparing to do was so much worse. Anthony stood to the side so that he wouldn’t block the view but was positioned so that he could slam the heavy sledge directly into Henri’s bulge, squashing it into his body and  giving his fans quite a show.

“Okay, count down with me! Ten... nine...” Anthony started. Henri was hysterical.

“Eight!” “Seven!” “Six... just fucking do it!” “Five!”

CRUUUUNCH

Anthony didn’t wait for the chat countdown to reach zero before he slammed the sledgehammer into Anthony’s bulge. The yellow Spandex clad pouch was instantly flattened into his crotch. Henri writhed and screamed...

CRUUUUUNCH

CRUUUUNCH

Anthony methodically slammed the sledgehammer over and over into Anthony’s bulging pouch. 

The chat was loving it!

“Hell yes!” someone replied, “Keep going Anthony!”

CRU-SPLOTCH

Already weakened by the earlier assault with the bat and the weight, Henri’s massive right nut collapsed in the bag, exploding into an uncountable number of tendrils swimming in his sack. Anthony could tell he’d just done real damage which made him more determined to keep going.

BLOOOSH

Henri blacked out in horror as his cock was turned into a mushy husk. Even though it had already been damaged, Anthony had made sure it was totally destroyed. 

CRUUU-BLOOSH

The mounding crotch that had propelled Henri to stardom totally collapsed like a man-soufflé after a couple more swings. The sledgehammer’s had collided with Henri’s left nut - barely protected by the yellow fabric - and instantly caused the massive, swollen thing to violently burst filling his sack with gunk and chunks. Anthony knew he’d totally flattened Henri’s bulge with the oversized hammer but just to be sure he gave the passed out stud’s mushy bulge a few parting shots.

SPLOOSH

Henri’s crotch was nearly flat. Both of this meaty balls had been turned into jock sauce. Totally mush. And his cock had been rendered as structurally sound as a sausage casing full of oatmeal. Henri’s porn-sized package was a total disaster.

“Fucking hot!” “Please keep going!”

Anthony smiled at the enthusiasm in the chat as he tossed down the sledgehammer. 

“Alright fellas, thanks for sticking around with me, if you have any other suggestions of guys I should visit let me know!”

The chat exploded. The system could barely keep up with the rapidly filling list of screen names, and in some cases home addresses and other private information, of some of the web’s hottest male models.

Anthony smiled as he shut down the stream, but not before taking notes of the guys his fans had recommended. Anthony spent the next several minutes punching and slapping the jelly-like lump in Henri’s singlet. Henri’s days of being a web model were definitely over, Anthony thought, as Henri’s once-pornographic bulge warped around his knuckles like chunky gelatin. 

After Anthony was sure there wasn’t anything under Henri’s singlet but mutilated, pulverized mush, he called emergency services from a burner phone he’d had in his pocket. He wanted to destroy Henri, not kill him, and part of Anthony was curious if the still handsome, beefy Henri could somehow turn his new ball-less physique into a selling point to lure in horny guys who got off seeing a big muscle daddy with an absolutely smooth crotch. After the surgeries Anthony anticipated, Henri wouldn’t even have a hint of a bulge left to stretch his singlets. 

Anthony smiled as he left the apartment.

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Here are some drawings a talented artists named Whistle drew for this story. His blog can he found here.

The Tailor

Klaus hung a small wooden sign in his boutique tailor shop just as twilight was setting. Burnt into the wooden plank in elegant lettering was the phrase ‘Sorry, Closed for Private Event. 

Klaus’ tailor shop was small but successful. He’d only been open a few years and already his reputation had his rarified clientele flocking to him for fashion advice, fittings, alternations and, for a few of his hornier clients, a little something extra at the end of the fitting. Eventually Klaus found himself hosting private fittings for well-heeled power couples who wanted to shop without the hassle of dealing with ordinary people or overcompensating dads renting out his shop so that his son and friends could be fitting for the best prom tux in town.

These private events were a small part of Klaus’ business but they did so much to build up his premier image - and his bank balance - that he almost never turned them down.

That night, Klaus was hosting a private fitting for a gentleman named Jurgen whom another client had recommended. Jurgen appreciated the finer things in life and spending extra to have a renowned tailor’s complete attention seemed worth it. Jurgen could envision himself in his new custom-fitted wardrobe even before he entered the shop.

“Greetings!” Klaus smiled as he let Jurgen inside and re-locked the door.

The friendly tailor led Jurgen to the back of the shop, chatting to his new client whilst trying to ignore the growing bulge in his trousers. Jurgen was quite tall with a tight, firm build, his broad chest tapering into his waist. He had a delicious bubble but barely contained his tight jeans and a massive, bulging package. His hair was well styled and shockingly red. Jurgen was hot and he knew it. If Jurgen noticed Klaus’ excitement at all, it didn’t register, but it wasn’t just Jurgen’s blazing hot looks that were getting Klaus excited.

Klaus thought he recognized Jurgen’s name when their mutual friend had recommended Jurgen but he wasn’t sure. A quick Google search confirmed Klaus’ suspicion. This was the same Jurgen Bayer whom Klaus had hooked up with the previous summer at a bar, spent the weekend at Klaus’ flat, then abruptly ghosted him. The next time Klaus ran into Jurgen, he confronted him and Jurgen only laughed and mocked Klaus for being clingy. Klaus promised himself he’d get revenge on Jurgen somehow, maybe an epic clap-back on Twitter, but so much time passed he forgot... until Jurgen reappeared in his life. 

Klaus promised himself this was going to be one tailor session Jurgen would never forget.

As Klaus showed Jurgen the table of clothes he had picked out, he couldn’t help but laugh as the clearly disarmed Jurgen had no idea who he was talking to. For Jurgen, Klaus was just a reasonably attractive pitstop in his seemingly never-ending quest for ass fueled by the enormous manhood in his jeans.

As Jurgen tried on the first outfit, a casual - and extremely expensive - ensemble Klaus’ mind raced as he prepared to act out his revenge plan. Klaus and Jurgen were matched in height but Jurgen had a good thirty kilogram advantage and it was pure muscle. As Jurgen looked himself over in the mirror Klaus smiled since he had the element of surprise...

Klaus grabbed his measuring tape and squatted in front of Jurgen. He started measuring his inseam trying not to be too distracted by the massive bulge just inches from his face, but he was really just waiting for his time to strike, pretending to pay attention to whatever dumb questions Jurgen was asking.

Suddenly Klaus smiled. It was time.

“FUCK!”

Jurgen screamed, more in surprise than actual pain, as Klaus’ fist slammed into his bulge. Klaus’ aim was off, only glancing his right nut, mostly impacting his thick thigh. Before Jurgen could react Klaus planted another two rapid punches only this time his aim was deadly accurate. Jurgen moaned and clutched his nuts, looking at Klaus in confusion as he fell to his knees. Klaus’ bulge was now in front of Jurgen’s face, a tempting target, which Klaus quickly defended by sending his foot sailing between Jurgen’s spread legs. The kick was enough to distract Jurgen from even trying to get a blow in.

Jurgen fell onto his back but sprang to his feet quickly. The two wrestled in the changing area, knocking over displays and sending piles of clothes everywhere but it was immediately obvious that Jurgen’s hunky build was for looks not for fighting. Klaus was pleasantly surprised at how discombobulated the handsome stud was and he was able to land lots of punches and knees to Jurgen’s swelling sack. By the time Jurgen broke free, his nuts were throbbing and both he and Jurgen’s clothes had rips. Klaus’ eye was black but he didn’t care, he had Jurgen right where he wanted him. 

Jurgen was panting and had taken a boxing stance. Or at least he thought he had taken a boxing stance. His legs were spread way too far apart and his fists weren’t really where they needed to be; he was wide open.

“CHRIST!” Jurgen screamed at the top of his lungs, the smaller tailor had delivered a field-goal worthy kick straight between Jurgen’s legs, crushing his fat nuts into his body. The blow was so brutal and Klaus’ foot actually hurt from the impact. 

Jurgen’s eyes crossed as he clutched his battered baby makers and slumped to his knees.

CRUNCH

Klaus slammed his foot between Jurgen’s spread knees and Jurgen’s scream climbed an octave. His eyes were glazed over and he was in too much pain to immediately react which was all the opening Klaus needed. Klaus took a deep breath and pounced on Jurgen.

The two tussled on the ground, Jurgen was completely confused how his luxury fitting had gone off the rails and Klaus was completely focused on his goal. As they exchanged blows, Klaus had grabbed the waistband of Jurgen’s pants and yanked them to his knees, crippling Jurgen’s ability to move effectively. Klaus’ eyes got wide as he looked at the enormous double-lumps in Jurgen’s tight underwear along with the thick tube-shaped tertiary bulge made by his flaccid cock - which looked bigger than some guys when hard. Jurgen reached for his tool satchel on a nearby table and grabbed a handful of tailor’s pins. The needles weren’t very long (they were only meant to hold fabric in place for a fitting) but they were extremely sharp, able to punch through any fabric... including the thin cotton of Jurgen’s underwear.

Jurgen was on his back and screamed bloody murder as Klaus used his bulging briefs like a pincushion, slamming pin after pin into his balls. Jugen rolled around trying to get free, but his pants were wrapped around his ankles to the one time Jurgen did almost get to his feel he immediately fell onto his stomach, his bulging underwear hitting the ground first...

CRUNCH

Jurgen’s own hunky weight was crushing the needles further into his balls and the more he writhed the deeper they went. Some of the short, sharp needles were driven entirely into Jurgen’s nut meat which elicited a wail of horror. Klaus smiled as he rolled Jurgen onto his back, his massive package making an entirely too-tempting target.

“OH FUCK!” 

Jurgen screamed as Klaus rammed the last of twenty pins into his balls. The pain was unbelievable. The needles were extremely sharp so their initial prick wasn’t so bad, it was their digging into the nutmeat as they were driven further in that hurt the most. Some of the needles were bending and breaking as the two men wrestled, causing the needles to slice and destroy numerous fibrous tendrils in Jurgen’s over-productive sack. Jurgen grabbed at his bulge, desperate to grab the pinheads before they disappeared into his testicles but his clumsiness gave Klaus a wicked idea.

STOMP

Klaus jumped to his feet and stomped on Jurgen’s bulge again and again and again, ramming all of the needles so deeply into Jurgen’s screaming testicles that even the pinheads were gone. Jurgen was horrified. He moaned as he tried to crawl toward the door on all fours...

CRUNCH

Klaus couldn’t help himself. Jurgen crawling away on all-fours made his bulging, bleeding underwear a tempting target hanging between his legs. Klaus sent his shoe sailing between Jurgen’s legs, driving the pins further into his sack. Some of the pins broke, causing shards of metal to float in Jurgen’s sack, slicing through every membrane they happened upon like blades. Jurgen thought he was going to hurl as Klaus reached for another tailors’ tool; a roll of flexible measuring tape.

“Let me just double check your measurements...”

Klaus squatted down and roughly grabbed Jurgen’s bulge with one hand as he tied the measuring tape around the base of his sack like a noose. Jurgen’s nuts were bulging, stretched out by the tape, making two ridiculously huge round bulges in his briefs.

“What are you... AAAH!”

Klaus tied the knot tighter, choking off Jurgen’s nuts. They were tied off, defenseless and bulging. Klaus loosened his grip on the knot just enough to reach for a pair of scissors.

Jurgen screamed as Klaus positioned the sharp blades near his crotch but Klaus only used them to cut away Jurgen’s underwear, letting his enormous low hangers tumble out. Klaus quickly re-tied them with the tailor’s tape to make the naked orbs bulge obscenely in their shaved sack.

Jurgen tried to crawl away but Klaus pulled at the impromptu noose, using the tailors tape like a leash as he paraded Jurgen around the fitting area. Jurgen screamed as he jolted in panic, nearly breaking free of Klaus but his sudden movement made the noose tighten around his balls horribly. Jurgen’s eyes crossed as he slung back to his knees in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure.

As Jurgen rolled around on his back clutching his nuts Klaus went to grab another tool for his revenge. Klaus ignored Jurgen as he pleaded for mercy but even Klaus was temporarily stunned by the tremendous scream Jurgen belted out upon seeing what Klaus had in his hands. The tailor was carrying a large seam ripper with a wicked glint in his eye as he looked down at Jurgen’s massive swollen balls. Usually the seam ripper was used to tear the seams of stitched fabric but it was clear to Jurgen that Klaus had another ‘seam’ in middle of Jurgens scrotum.

a heavy-duty seam ripper

Jurgen jumped up and tried to run but the pain from his ball was too much. It didn’t take Klaus long to overpower him and the two wrestled throughout the shop. After several blows to the crotch, Jurgen was down again, his legs spread desperately clawing at Klaus who was sitting on the dazed stud’s chest still holding the seam ripper...

“Aaaaaaah!” 

Jurgen’s jaw opened as wide as physically possible as Klaus callously plunged the sharp, curved end of the seam ripper into the ‘seam’ of Jurgen’s scrotum and started to tear it open. Klaus chuckled - this really was like tearing a denim seam - as Jurgen’s bag was torn open like a zipper until his beefy right nut popped out, resting on top of its still-encased twin. 

Klaus jumped up to fetch another tool. Jurgen was gurgling, nearly comatose, his eyes crossed. He’s not going anywhere, Klaus laughed. He came back with a small iron and plugged it in. Jurgen could only look on, in too much pain to react, as Klaus set the iron to the highest setting. 

“We might be able to iron out these lumps...”

Jurgen blacked out as the super-hot surface of the iron touched his naked right testicle with a sizzle. Klaus pressed down with all of his weight, crushing the testicle between Jurgen’s now-burnt thigh and the iron until there was a satisfying SQUISH. When Klaus pulled the iron away, Jurgen’s broken nut nearly unraveled, the massive thing was charred on the outside but the insides were literally falling apart leaving behind a trail of gory tendrils.

Klaus contemplated giving Jurgen’s last nut the same treatment but decided the dumb blacked out stud had enough punishment. Besides, Jurgen’s left nut - though not a melted, burned disaster, was still full of broken and bent tailor pins... Klaus smiled. I should probably get those out for him.

Jurgen’s body weakly spasmed, the lumbering stud's snoring filled the shop, as Klaus meticulously removed every pin from his left nut. It wasn’t a delicate process. Klaus used his fingers to dig Jurgen’s lefty out of the bag and - using the seam ripper - peeled open Jurgen’s last nut like a melon. The huge organ almost seemed to ‘pop’ like a balloon when it was first punctured, as if all the internal pressure was being released. Once the nut was cracked open, Jurgen used his fingers to carefully fetch out all of the pins, not caring that he was ruthlessly destroying Jurgen’s testicle along the way. Huge chunks of Jurgen’s crumbling testicle landed on the ground with splats as Klaus continued to fetch out the pins. 

By the time the operation was over, Jurgen’s left testicle was less than half its original size - the rest of it on the ground - and what was left was barely held together. It was obvious no amount of medical wizardry was going to make Jurgen’s broken egg hole again.

For his last act, Klaus wrapped Jurgen’s cock with literally meters of the flexible measuring tape, tying up the big flaccid cock like a twisted mummy. The banding was tight, too tight, and Klaus knew that by the time they were taken off Jurgen’s cock would be long gone, just an oxygen-deprived, dead husk. Klaus examined his handiwork as he exited the shop.

Jurgen before his 'adjustment'

Jurgen after his 'adjustment'. What a mess ;)