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 ;)