POPS: Elevator Action

Hey guys! Sorry that Carlos didn't publish on time (from the schedule). I set the wrong date and this blog has been on autopilot this summer. It has been moved forward and this short illustrated story will take its place. Enjoy!

It was a scorching hot day in the City. Just walking down the street was oppressive, since the hot sidewalk was radiating up heat like a cooktop but Austin hardly noticed the heat as he excitedly moved his stuff into his new apartment.

The handsome 24 year old junior-league baseball player had just scored an apartment in The Whistle, a renovated late 19th century hotel that had been turned into luxury lofts with all the modern amenities but still keeping the building’s old-world charm. 

Austin was dripping with sweat as he lugged boxes from the moving truck up five flights of narrow stairs to get to his apartment, scoffing every time he saw the elevator’s ‘out of service’ sign. Its mechanical and safety systems - which hadn’t been upgraded since the 1950’s - were being brought up to modern standards and the building manager, knowing that moving into the top floor without an elevator, had apologized profusely. He had even offered to pay a moving service to help but Austin declined; as an athlete he appreciated the workout plus it would give him a chance to meet neighbors throughout the day. Everyone he came upon was extremely polite, no doubt taken aback by Austin’s amazingly good looks, tight, muscular body and - most noticeable - the enormous mound of flesh that was making an obvious bulge in his shorts with every step.

Austin was just wearing a tank top and a pair of gym shorts with no underwear to keep cool. The consequence was that his donkey sized, low hanging nuts got to flop around freely as he moved. The heat was making the massive organs hang even lower than normal and the impressive bulge was noticed by Austin’s handsome neighbor Chet who recognized Austin as a minor celebrity for the city’s amateur baseball team. The two chatted after Austin had dropped off another load to his apartment and Chet offered to help but Austin could tell Chet was on his way somewhere so politely declined, though he did agree to meet up later that night when Chet was back home.

The rest of the afternoon Austin’s cock stayed semi-hard as he thought about christening his new home by fucking Chet’s perfect bubble ass all over his new apartment. His bed and larger furniture wasn’t going to be delivered for a few days but judging by the sizeable tube-shaped bulge in Chet’s jeans as he eye-fucked his new neighbor, Austin was sure Chet wouldn’t mind being pounded on the bare hardwood floors.

After taking a break, Austin went down to fetch the last of his boxes. He checked his watch and realized it was getting close to the time Chet said he’d be home so Austin wanted to hurry up so he would have time to shower and make his place look somewhat presentable. Austin hustled to bring in every last box into the lobby to use as a staging area as he raced each load up the stairs. He was sweaty, his shirt clung to his rippled abs and his nuts were dripping with sweat, swinging like a pendulum everytime he moved. 

Austin was growing impatient as he checked his watch, then glanced at the elevator. Sure, the sign said ‘out of service’, but the elevator’s antique buttons were still lit up and it was only going up five floors, he thought. He pressed the call button and to his surprise the doors opened normally. The young jock started piling boxes into the tiny - even by 19th century standards - elevator until it was crammed full and the boxes nearly touched the ceiling.. There was barely enough room for Austin to stand facing forward as he pressed the ‘five’ button. The doors started to close but stuttered.

Annoyed, Austin pressed the button again. He lost his footing as the elevator jerked and the pile of boxes behind him tumbled forward.

“Ah!” Austin shouted in surprise as the heavy boxes toppled onto him, knocking him forward as the doors finally closed.

“Shit!”

Austin’s pendulous nuts had swung forward and even though they were still in his shorts, the bulge had swung out far enough that his massive sex pods were trapped in the closing doors. In a panic Austin pressed the open door button but that only made the doors open slightly before slamming shut.

“Christ!”

The doors kept slightly opening then slamming shut over and over, crushing his precious balls, but never opening wide enough for him to break free. He braced himself against the doors and tried to pull himself backward but the weight of the collapsed boxes in the tiny space kept him pressed forward. His meaty nuts were stuck in the tight, barely open doors, which were slowly pounding them into goo.

Panicking, Austin pressed the ‘help’ button and he sighed in relief as a muffled voice responded almost instantly.

“Help! I’m stuck in the elevator doors and they keep slamming! They won’t shut” Austin shouted, wincing as his nuts were squeezed. The two doors felt like fists slamming into each other with his poor balls stuck in between.

Since the equipment was so old, the operator on the other end really couldn’t hear Austin, all he heard was ‘...doors... won’t shut...’’ so the operator, thinking he was being helpful flipped an override switch.

Austin’s eyes went wide as the doors closed completely shut, or as shut as they could be with his now-pancaked balls wedged in them. They were being flattened nearly to bursting and this time the doors stayed closed. Austin wailed as he heard the elevator ‘ding’.

The operator had instructed the elevator to ignore the ‘malfunctioning’ door sensor and continue up its journey.

“Nooo!”

Austin could feel the elevator slowly start to move, the collapsed pile of boxes pressing him against the door as his balls were still being squashed flat by the doors. Austin let out a scream of terror as the elevator ascended. He was pulled to the ground by his stretched, flattened nut, screaming as the elevator left the ground floor.

As the elevator climbed his nuts were flattened and pulped as they were slammed into the floor plate of each upcoming floor.

BLOOSH

By the third floor his sack had burst open, spilling his manhood down the elevator shaft, but a few meaty chunks were still clinging to his body. His sack was shredded more and more, and more and more of his former nuts were being torn off until the elevator finally reached the fifth floor.

The doors opened and a passed-out Austin tumbled forward onto his face. Everything that had been in his big, heavy baseball-player sack had been totally pulverized and was now dripping down the elevator shaft, landing with wet plops at the bottom.

“HOLY FUCK!”

Chet, who was coming out of his apartment to knock on Austin’s raced to Austin’s blacked out body sticking halfway out of the elevator. He pulled Austin out, allowing the elevator doors to slam shut and accidentally destroying the very last hope of Austin ever having kids. A small chunk of his right ball, still attached by the cords, had managed to survive but it was quickly pulverized and detached as it was dragged under the weight of Austin’s muscular body, the crushed remnants leaving a trail of goo under him.

Not fully aware - yet - what was happening Chet rolled Austin onto his back the fabric at the front of Austin’s shorts had been torn away and Chet could see that there was absolutely nothing where his massive balls used to be. His limp dick had shriveled in terror.

Chet fainted at the site, his cute face ironically landing right on the gaping hole where Austin’s titanic nuts used to be.

Illustrations by Whistle ;)