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.