Ghost Network: 26 Pops for 2026!

A maniacal showman who goes by the stage name The Ghost devises clever ways to brutally castrate helpless studs live on the web to the delight of his globe-spanning throng of fans.  All of his past adventures can be seen with the tag Series: The Ghost Network.

The Ghost's last major show had been nearly two years ago, an elaborate setup where one of his own fans was forced to watch three of his best friends have their nuts smashed into mush right in front of his eyes.  After that, Ghost went dark, only posting the occasional relatively short stream where he’d taunt a hapless, tied up, big-balled stud before slamming a sledgehammer or other such instrument into his balls, instantly pulping them.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you’ve liked the mini-shows I’ve been putting on to wet your appetites! But tonight we’re going to be ringing out 2025 with a BANG! And a crunch, and a pop.... It’s going to be my biggest show yet. Hope to see you there...”

- Eternally Yours, The Ghost

The Ghost, an ordinary looking average-height middle-aged man with neatly styled hair of a fit, athletic build stood in the middle of a large white space, a warehouse that had been generously donated by one of his many well connected fans. The walls, ceiling and floor had all been painted a stark, bright white and the few doors leading into the space had been expertly camouflaged such that, at first glance, it looked like a room with no entry or exit. He eyed twenty six metal chairs arranged in a circle facing the middle of the room and smiled; this was going to be his most ostentatious show yet. It had taken over a year of coordination to pull off tonight’s show and he was sure it was going to be his most watched broadcast ever. 

Along one wall was a long table filled with computers, monitors and networking equipment ready to broadcast whatever depravity they were fed by the high definition cameras erected on slim pedestals strategically placed in front of the chairs. For each chair, one camera was aimed where a man’s crotch would be and the other was higher, prepared to capture the looks of anguish and terror on the faces of the men who would soon be filling those seats. Despite the room’s harsh white lighting, hanging above each chair was a ceiling lamp, nothing more than a lightbulb suspended from a cable.  Clocks were hung around the room showing it was 7 PM, though without windows or any other reference it was impossible to tell what time zone they were set for.

The Ghost nodded as he walked up to each chair, grabbing their backs with both hands and violently jostling them to test the anchoring bolts and as he expected all of them held fast. After his inspection he went to the bank of computers and entered a series of commands. All of the cameras sprang to life, automatically adjusting themselves and their record lights humming. Each camera was feeding a separate monitor ensuring that all of the ensuing action would be recorded in excruciating detail.

Ghost circled the chairs once more, waving his hands in front of each seat to ensure the cameras were perfectly aligned, then pulled a small mobile device out of his pocket and entered a single command before pocketing it again. The Ghost nodded in self satisfaction as he approached one of the hidden doors as a virtual army of volunteer stage hands all wearing masks and dressed in black entered the room. Some of them were rolling in carts with various equipment, some headed to the computers to ensure their encrypted network was ready for the show. A few were sending personalized messages to their most elite viewers - a powerful technology CEO, an actual prince, one of the stars of a hit Netflix series whose widely anticipated series finale had just streamed hours ago - inviting them to tune in.

But the most commotion was from the workers who were escorting the night’s main entertainment. Twenty six men ranging from eighteen to forty-five were roughly pushed and pulled into the room, some of them apparently still too drugged to barely stand, and violently placed into a seat. They were all still dressed in whatever clothes they’d been wearing when they’d been abducted - all on a single day from countless nearby cities - in a stunning display of the breadth and reach of The Ghost Network.

The Ghost stood back grinning as each man’s ankles were shackled to the floor to keep their vulnerable packages fully exposed and their legs permanently spread, their arms tied tightly behind their backs. They were all struggling and screaming in panic and confusion but despite their desperate attempts to escape they were simply overwhelmed by the well orchestrated crew.

Finally, when all twenty six men were thoroughly restrained, just as quickly as they had entered, the mysterious crew vanished through the hidden doors leaving Ghost alone with his captives reveling in the stentorian drone of twenty-six panicked men screaming for help, sobbing or pleading, all of them totally confused and still groggy from the drugs - or outright beatings - that had made them so vulnerable in the first place.

Ignoring them, Ghost headed to the array of computer monitors to check the picture. Each one was a split screen, the bottom half focused on a man’s crotch and the other on his face. Ghost meticulously adjusted each camera’s focus until all were to his liking.

In the first chair was Alex, a lean nineteen year old with a swimmer’s build, sun-streaked brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Alex was hot but the main attraction were the massive lumps in his tight janitor’s pants.

Next to him was twenty-two year old Greg, who was wearing a black slacks, a white button up shirt and a red tie. The handsome young man looked like he had been snatched midway through a business meeting.

Kyle was a towering six foot eight lanky twenty-five year old whose shaggy ginger hair and freckles made him look like a precocious teenager, not a police officer, his uniform pants barely constraining what was obviously a pair of oversized hangers.

Twenty-eight year old Damian was next, a power lifter with a thick, veiny neck, broad shoulders and a torso covered in tattoos. He was still in the sweaty gym outfit he’d been captured in and his extremely low-hanging nuts were practically tumbling out of his gym shorts.

Thirty-one year old Daniel and eighteen year old Finn looked like they had been plucked off the streets randomly. Daniel was ruggedly handsome with a five o’clock shadow and a broad chest, a stark contrast to the fresh-faced twink Finn, a slim but toned lad whose stylish jeans were bulging with a heavy set stones and a girthy hole-punishing cock.

Aaron, Hugo and Peter were up next, three men in their early thirties. Aaron had distinguished streaks of silver hair at the temples contrasting with his otherwise jet black hair. Hugo was a burly bear with a thick beard and a powerful frame that was stretching the seams of his Amazon warehouse uniform and Peter was a clean-cut jock with short blond hair whose chiseled gym-hewn body was obvious even in his preppy tennis outfit. 

Struggling in the chair next to Peter was Lance, a tall sophisticated looking man who appeared to be slightly older than Peter. Lance had a svelte dancer’s body and was still wearing baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt as if he’d been snatched in the middle of rehearsal. Though the oversized pants obscured them, Ghost knew Lance was packing a seriously large pair of balls drawn tight to his body and a long, curved cock.

Continuing around the circle were Kai and Hunter, two twenty-six year old identical twins and amateur models with sun-bleached hair, eight-pack abs and powerful, thick legs who had five-million followers on their YouTube channel where they showed off their impressive surfing skills; the lumps of their pendulous balls and thick, uncut cocks visible in their now-dry swim trunks that clung to their skin and leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. Whilst the other men were screaming and pleading randomly, Kai and Hunter had turned to face each other, their eyes closed, tears streaming down their faces mouthing silent prayers for the other, selflessly begging the powers that be to spare his brother - and best friend - from whatever the Hell was happening.  It almost tugged Ghost’s heartstrings. Almost. Ghost chuckled to himself knowing that at least a few of their fans were going to be watching tonight’s show.

Next to Hunter was Travis, a forty-two year old with a dominant presence and a thick muscular build who had been the most combative captive initially, though now that he was tied spread-legged and totally vulnerable a nervous expression made his rugged features somehow even more attractive.

Twenty-three year old Nico, a slender artistic type with long, dark hair and piercing grey eyes was seated between thirty-three year old Oscar and twenty-seven year old Pablo. Oscar had a stocky build and a shaved head, a thick neck and a ridiculously fat cock that made an eight inch tube-shaped bulge in his jeans even though he was totally soft. Pablo was a smoldering Latin lover with a tone build that filled out his navy uniform, his large and perfectly round nuts bulging invitingly at the intersection of his toned thighs.

Thirty year old Jeffrey, a nerdy-but-fit guy whose glasses had been broken in the scuffle, quivered in his chair next to Rafael, a thirty-six year old who looked old for his age but in a good way. Rafael was a handsome, DILF-in-training with a broad chest and bulging orbs hidden under his fast-food uniform. 

Next to him were Reggie, Trevor and Umar, all struggling valiantly against their restraints. Reggie was a twenty-one year old farm boy with a muscular, stocky build, calloused hands and a very thick circumcised cock and huge pendulous balls in his overalls, his piercing blue eyes pleading for help as he cried out. Trevor appeared to be a polished businessman, still wearing his sharp suit but underneath he was all muscle with a long, powerful cock and a pair of ripe plums that had split more than a few thinks in half. Umar, an olive skinned hunk with intense dark eyes and a lean torso was pulling so hard at his restraints that Ghost was glad his assistants were well-practiced in the art of totally immobilizing guys in vulnerable positions. 

Forty-five year old Drew, a strikingly handsome silver fox, eighteen year old Wesley, a slim innocent-looking redhead whose expression of pure terror was already attracting views on the stream, thirty-two year old Parker a tall, dark and handsome man with a chiseled jaw and absolutely huge nuts were the next three, all of them knowing they were in for a very, very bad time.

Rounding out the group was Yusuf, a twenty-eight year old muscular man with a thick, column-like penis and large and heavy balls wearing jeans and a t-shirt and next to him was Zane, a nineteen-year old tattooed punk with a lean, wiry build and a massive, heavily tattooed cock snaking down his shorts. Ghost licked his lips as he stared toward Zane’s crotch which was bulging from his absolutely enormous testicles. 

Even though the other twenty-five men were well hung, as was a requirement to be chosen by Ghost, Zane’s endowment was massive even in comparison. Each nut was nearly twice as large as a jumbo egg, so big that under his shorts his scrotum skin was stretched so tightly over the over-sized gonads that it glistened, looking like skin pulled tight over a drum.

Despite all the activity, it had taken less than an hour for the men to be restrained. It was almost showtime. Ignoring the cacophony of panicked screams, Ghost made his way over to the computers, entering in several commands that initiated a large visual twenty-second count down to the start of the show.

Ghost strolled back to the center of the room, surrounded by the desperate well-hung men and smiled wickedly, though out of context it looked innocent, like a bemused middle-aged man chortling at a racy joke. A few of the men thought they recognized Ghost but couldn’t tell from where...

Ghost winked at Zane before putting on his signature Guy Fawkes mask. When the timer ended, all of the cameras that had been aimed at the men’s faces pivoted toward the center, toward Ghost, the feed trained on him as he circled the men.

“Ladies and gentlemen around the world, welcome to New Years Eve! Tonight’s show is going to be a real treat!”

Ghost was quite the showman, using the pleading men like a backdrop as he spoke to his legion of watchers with bravado.

“Tonight we’re going to ring in 2026 by absolutely destroying twenty-six plump, innocent ball sacks...”

“What!” Alex screamed.

Pablo shrieked

“Fuck! Please!” Finn begged, his voice cracking in terror.

The men were mortified and suddenly aware how vulnerable their equipment was in front of this madman who had just declared he was going to pulp them.

“Since there are so many sacks to crack, dear watchers, today’s show has a special feature. Each big-balled lad has a camera aimed at their adorable faces and another aimed at their overstuffed bags. You can switch between views as often as you like...”

Ghost stood next to Hugo, the big man shaking like a leaf despite being nearly twice Ghost’s size.

“You can do a split screen between these massive orbs or his pretty, pain-wracked face...”

Ghost knelt down and cupped Hugo’s weighty pouch through his pants.

Without warning Ghost slammed his surprisingly powerful fist into Hugo’s crotch. The burly man let out a girlish scream and Ghost continued ramming his fists into his hefty pair. As promised, the audience was welcomed to the site of Hugo’s masculine, bearded face contorted into an almost comical expression of agony, his mouth making an ‘O’ as he let out a horrified drone.

The cameras that had been focused on Ghost pivoted back so that the audience could, if they chose, watch the wide-eyed, petrified faces of the terrified onlookers. Most of the audience was scrolling between views as they heard Hugo screaming in the background. The twins Kai and Hunter’s bulges were getting a lot of attention as was Fin’s fresh lumps and Pablo’s massive Latin man marbles bulging his Navy uniform. Some watchers were focusing on the look of awestruck terror on Jeffrey’s face or Parker's look of panicked determination as he desperately pulled at his restraints. Minutes passed and Ghost’s fists were getting sore from pummeling Hugo’s nuts. Hugo had taken more than a few low blows in his life but this was leagues beyond anything he’d ever experienced.

“Please! Please stop!”

Hugo pleaded, his swollen nuts making the bulge in his Amazon uniform even more pronounced. Ghost just kept going.

“And for an added treat ladies and gentlemen, I’ll be busting some of these balls simultaneously so be sure to change camera angles often to enjoy the full show!”

TWACK TWACK TWACK

Hugo’s eyes rolled back in his head as Ghost mercilessly kept pounding his nuts.

TWACK TWACK TWACK

Hugo was sobbing, delirious with agony as Ghost just continued punching his bull nuts, feeling them compressing against the big man’s thighs. Ghost was exerting so much effort that the fit attacker was getting slightly winded as he continued his introduction.

“All of you watching have the profiles of these twenty six delicious men, I know you have a favorite already, so we’ll save him for the midnight countdown. On the count of three, send Bitcoin to the account linked to the guy you wanna see ring in the New Year...”

TWACK TWACK TWACK

Hugo was babbling, his hideously swollen baby makers were quivering and flattening under Ghost’s piston like fists.

“Three...”

“Two...”

“One...!”

CRUNCH

Ghost plunged both of his fists into Hugo’s bulge, nearly flattening it, before standing and leaving the sobbing man to finally get a reprieve.

Within seconds the light over Zane started flashing.  Zane looked up and realized he’d been the unlucky guy chosen for the grand finale. The tatted up teenager’s face was a wash of incomprehensible dread and terror, his heart was pounding as he tried desperately to close his legs.

The Ghost turned to him and smiled.

“I knew you’d pick him, I’ve seen them and his nuts are absolutely gargantuan. Maybe the biggest since I exploded that dumb jock a few years back.”, under his mask, Ghost's facial expression softened as if he was recalling a fond memory.

Ghost sauntered over to Zane and knelt down. Zane let out a preemptive scream fully expecting his own substantial pouch to get the same treatment Hugo had gotten. Instead, Ghost pulled a hunting knife out of his pocket and proceeded to cut away Zane’s pants. 

Despite their predicament several of the men gasped in shock as Zane’s colossal balls and inked-up cock tumbled onto the seat. They were considerable, potent orbs covered in short blonde hair and were instantly the most watched camera on the stream. Even long-time watchers of the Ghost were blown away at the young man’s oversized endowment. They would have looked disproportionate on a beefy stud like Hugo or Oscar, let alone a svelte unassuming teenager.

Ghost proceeded to go around the room methodically cutting and tearing away clothing until all of the men were naked, truly showing off their physiques and most importantly their bulky, defenseless stud nuts. The ravenous audience was switching between cameras, lingering on their favorite sets, or admiring the hottest face. Ghost let the audience soak it in before heading to one of the carts full of tools and fetching a small bottle full of pills and a roll of duct tape.

“Before we really get started, and to keep the sound quality crisp, I’m going to be shutting up our volunteers.”

Ghost walked up to each man, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him to swallow one of the pills before applying a single piece of silvery tape over their mouths. Apparently, farm hand Reggie was especially hot when gagged since the view count on the camera aimed at his face skyrocketed. 

After the last man’s mouth had been taped shut, Ghost checked the time. He smiled; he still had plenty of time for an amazing show.

“Who should we start with first?”

Ghost went back to the cart and collected his first contraption and approached the men. Ghost flashed a toothy grin as he stood in front of Jeffrey. The nerdy man’s massive cock was starting to swell, throbbing with each heartbeat leaving his weighty balls even more exposed. 

“Oh, and to help keep the focus on the family jewels, those pills I gave them are an especially potent virility drug. Highly effective, still experimental but I’d say the results speak for themselves...”

Like clockwork, all twenty six heavy cocks started to inflate despite - or in some cases because of - the men’s growing alarm. Umar’s long, thick cock reached an astounding eleven inches in a matter of moments and Travis’ daddy dick looked like an eight inch tall beer can. Wesley bit his lip as he moaned despite himself, his freckled cock reaching ten rock hard inches with thick veins throbbing along its length. Pablo’s dick, though impressive in any other context, was the smallest, barely registering nine inches of girthy Latino meat. Cock after cock grew to full attention but Zane took the prize. Trevor’s mouth was agape as his eyes were fixated on the lad’s steely hard fourteen inch dick. It was incredible with a perfect mushroom head and the tattoo of a snake slithering up his enormous pole. Meanwhile, Hugo’s swollen rosy red nuts were being pulled upward by the sheer hardness of his massive dick, jutting up like a flag pole. 

“Let’s start with Jeffrey here! Just look at these beauties!”

Jeffrey’s generous man orbs were plopped on the seat of his chair, unable to escape Ghost’s ambitions. Ignoring the muffled pleas of the horrified buff nerd, Ghost proceeded to erect the pieces of the first contraption. It only took a few minutes of assembly for Jeffrey to recognize the basic concept of the machine which sent him into hysterics.

“Pwww! Pwww!” Nmmmph!” 

Thousands of viewers were focused on Jeffrey’s horror-wracked face but more were focused on his nuts. Ghost had erected a tall metal pole anchored by a heavy base in front of Jeffrey’s chair. Midway down the length of the pole was a square, heavy metal plate which Ghost had positioned to be just inches from Jeffrey’s cum factories. Ghost went to the table where all the computers were setup and grabbed a long white power cable which blended in perfectly with the floor. He plugged it into the machine and it immediately started to hum. Though it looked like a hollow metal pole, inside were gears - now in motion - that were slowly lowering the metal plate toward Jeffrey’s sack. Judging by its construction, the track the plate was riding down was as long as the pole so the only way it was going to stop was when it hit the floor - which of course went through Jeffrey’s testicles first. 

“Pwws! Pwws!” 

The plate moved with methodical slowness as Ghost headed back to the cart to fetch the next gonad destroying instrument. Unlike the free-standing vice, Ghost’s next implement was strikingly old fashioned.  

The Ghost positioned a steel plate under Umar’s massive nuts and he recoiled from the feeling of the cold metal. Umar’s eyes grew huge and he shook his head frantically when he saw that in Ghost’s other hand was a ball ping hammer. Without ceremony Ghost squatted down and proceeded to mercilessly slam the hammer into Umar’s balls, alternating between left and right, but holding back from delivering full force blows. Umar screamed and screamed behind his gag and after what felt like an eternity, Ghost looked at the clock and - after delivering a horrible final blow - set the hammer down at Umar’s feet. Umar was hyperventilating, his nuts were already starting to get damaged with hideous welts marring the dark skin of his scrotum and countless micro ruptures erupting within the very heart of his beefy testicles. Ghost had already caused semi-permanent damage and he hadn’t even started. 

As Ghost fetched his next instruments, Jeffrey pleaded through his gag, pulling at his ropes and shackles as the heavy metal plate continued to descend. It was now only a half inch over his bloated sack and slowly getting lower. 

Ghost returned to the group holding a golf ball-sized metal ball covered with short, yet thick spikes. It looked like a metal cactus and Ghost placed it gently between Trevor’s legs nuzzling it against Trevor’s bag. The businessman’s powerful muscles were tensed as he tried futilely to plead with Ghost through his mask. 

Ghost hovered the head of the mallet in front of the spiked ball, knowing that if he hit it forward it would instantly pierce Trevor’s sack.

“Nnnnmph!”

“This’ll be fun!”

Though several dozen in the audience were still focused on the vice that had lowered to a quarter inch above Jeffrey’s balls, everyone else was fixated on Trevor’s crotch. 

CRUNCH

Ghost slammed the mallet into Trevor’s huge balls over and over. And over. 

And over.

The spiked ball effortlessly punctured Trevor’s rotund bag and each subsequent blow was driving the spiked ball further into his scrotum, the spikes ripping and tearing the flesh away like a feasting animal.

“Nnnph! Pwww!”

Ghost squealed in delight as literal chunks of Trevor’s testicles where spilling out of his bag, the spiked ball was boring itself into Trevor’s scrotum so completely that it was embedded inside his balls, the spikes shredding away at Trevor’s nutmeat. After the ball of torture was inserted, Ghost gave Trevor's nuts a final pounding from the top, pounding downward, the unique angle causing a considerable amount of the material inside his sack of squirt out as the spiked ball was now rolling around like an awful third testicle, it’s spikes causing unspeakable damage as it was jostled around. 

Ghost set down the mallet, leaving Trevor convulsing and sobbing, as he grabbed another implement from the table. By now the cold metal plate lowering over Jeffrey’s sack had finally made contact with the enormous orbs. Jeffrey’s eyes bugged out as he felt his big boys start to flatten slightly under the crushing pressure. 

Meanwhile, Ghost had returned to the circle. This time holding what appeared to be a snap-style rat trap, only larger. Ghost placed it under Drew’s large daddy balls and set the trap. Drew’s powerfully built body went rigid; he knew that any move could be enough to activate the trap and send the metal trap arm slamming onto his sack. More alarmingly, this wasn’t a typical trap. The catching arm had been outfitted with a razor blade ensuring that - if the trap went off - Drew’s huge nuts would be sliced clean off at the base.

A huge number of the watching audience adjusted their camera views so that at least one window was fixed on Drew’s predicament as no one wanted to be the one to miss the moment when Drew flinched or sneezed or coughed and set off the trap.

Before grabbing another torture device, Ghost stopped at Umar and slammed the hammer onto his nuts so hard he could feel the reverb from striking the metal plate underneath them. 

CRUNCH

Umar moaned and his eyes rolled like a cartoon as his left nut catastrophically cracked. Ghost gave Umar’s left nut another full-force blow before stepping over to Jeffrey. His sack was slowly being flattened to three quarters of their normal girth. Jeffrey screamed and pleaded through his gag but the sight of his lean, fit body convulsing was only making him more popular with the audience. 

Jeffrey was hysterical as the vice continued to lower onto his nuts. Ghost’s audience was loving it as Ghost produced a large syringe from his cart of tricks. 

“Whose ready for some acid!”

The men screamed through their gags. The Ghost ignored them of course and squatted down in front of Rafael, his hair chest heaving in mortal terror. Rafael frantically shook his head ‘no’ as Ghost plunged the overly-long needle entirely into Rafael’s nut sack.  

Rafael’s eyes crossed as Ghost pushed the plunger of the syringe squirting a powerful foul-smelling acid directly into the meat of his testicles. Ghost injected so much fluid that when he was done Rafael’s already hefty sack looked slightly larger. Rafael’s brain short circuited.

The acid was turning his beefy nuts into nut soup, gradually dissolving them from the inside out. It felt like his sack was both on fire and being squeezed. It was a bizarre sensation as the copious amount of acid was making quick work of dismantling his testicles at the molecular level. Ghost pulled a pair of protective gloves from his pocket and carefully grabbed Rafael’s sack. Though they looked fine from the outside, his nuts were basically melting inside and to ensure the acid was spread evenly, Ghost roughly kneaded and squeezed Rafael's nuts, feeling the firm things start to give unnaturally as their insides were eaten away.

Rafael just stared at Ghost - his mind still unable to comprehend what was happening - before letting out a guttural roar so tremendous that it instantly attracted the attention of a large swath of the audience who was eager to see the hunky man’s agony on screen.

“Nnnnm!”

Jeffrey’s nuts were now half as flat as normal. The two orbs struggled to keep their flattened shape under the unrelenting march of the crushing plate. The normally pale orbs were turning a deep purplish red as they were compressed.

Before going back for another torture tool, Ghost stopped at Trevor and used the mallet to violently pound this ball bag. The spiked ball was shredding and tearing with each impact, small chunks were flying as more and more of the insides of Trevor’s bag were ejected out. Unfortunately some of the spikes were also tearing at the base of his heavy cock.

Meanwhile Drew kept his eyes tightly closed as he concentrated on not moving a muscle and triggering the trap that was ready to snap shut over his balls.

Ghost returned with a portable sanding machine fitted a with a purpose-made, industrial grade grinding surface that was designed to remove years worth of rust from a metal surface with its abrasive power. Ghost settled on twenty-eight year old Yusuf to demonstrate the machine’s devastating abilities. Yusuf struggled and pleaded, filling the room with a rich, throaty moan through his gag.

The Ghost held the sander over Yusuf’s muscly crotch and lowered it with deliberate speed. As soon as the sander made contact with Yusuf’s scrotum every layer of skin where it touched was instantly shredded and thrown aside. Ghost cackled as he pressed the heavy sander into Yusuf’s lap, the machine grinding and shredding away his testicles in a disgusting spray of tendrils and hamburger. Yusuf’s powerful legs were shaking violently as the sander ate away at his bag millimeter by millimeter until literally half of his titanic testicles was nothing more than nondescript pulp.

Yusuf’s head slung down, his eyes barely open as Ghost set down the sander and headed over to Trevor. The sobbing man could do nothing as Ghost took his mallet and beat his nearly ruined package, causing the spiked ball to roll and jostle among the increasingly demolished remains of his nuts. His heavy fuck stick was bouncing from each impact, further weakening its shredded base and as Ghost delivered a barrage of non-stop blows - sending testicle matter flying - Trevor’s dick fell forward like a fallen tree, almost entirely detached from the base.

The men let out a shriek at the sight and Trevor wailed in agony as Ghost delivered a parting shot, flattening the head of his now detached dick. Trevor was twitching and thrashing and Ghost seemed to be preparing to move on to the next victim before grasping the mallet with both hands and unleashing an unhinged rain of destruction.

“Nnnnnm!”

Ghost and most of the audience had been so occupied by the destruction of Trevor’s sack that they hadn’t noticed that Jeffrey’s nuts had now been flattened into purplish-black ovals barely thicker than a hamburger patty. Most of their insides were already ruptured but somehow they were retaining their overall structural integrity.

As Ghost finished off Trevor’s package, Drew sat silently, eyes still closed, as he felt the cold of the deadly mousetrap against his nuts knowing that any subtle move would spell the end of his sex life. 

After several more minutes there was nothing left of Trevor’s once enormous balls and cock but a gooey, unrecognizable pile between his legs. Ghost had been pounding indiscriminately turning Trevor balls and cock inside out yet despite the damage the gleaming spiked metal ball rested undamaged amongst the mushy pile.

Trevor seemed to black out though his eyes were wide open in a dazed expression. His mind was overwhelmed and was no longer processing any sensory input.

The light above Trevor turned red and in the distance there was soft whoosh as one of the hidden doors opened and two of Ghost’s helpers entered and quickly unshackled the comatose daddy before carrying him out of the room. One of them was gently pressing a wadded towel against his now-smooth crotch; the cloth had been soaked in some kind of emergency response chemical that nearly instantly calmed the bleeding. It was a bizarre display of care considering the circumstances.

“Don't worry, friends,” Ghost addressed the audience as he dramatically strolled between the captives.

“We’ll patch up Trevor and drop him right back where we found him, safe and sound. I mean other than that...”

Ghost pointed to the huge pile of unrecognizable reproductive mess left behind in his chair.

“Don’t be concerned my more squeamish watchers, everyone’s gonna’ make it to 2026. I mean, not their balls of course!”

As if on queue, Jeffrey let out a blood curdling, barely muffled scream as his huge balls were starting to crack under the pressure of the plate lowering and barely audible crunches and pops marked their impending doom.

Rafael was sobbing and screaming under his gag as at least half of the insides of his scrotum had been reduced to a slurry of acid and completely dissolved testicle tissue. Rafael’s testicles were melting like a snowball under a blowtorch causing his sizeable bag to start to appear lumpy. They were only barely maintaining their ovoid shape because the acid hadn’t dissolved its way out of the core of his nut toward the outer membranes. Yet.

Ghost walked over to Jeffrey and knelt down to get a close up view of his fat nuts being compressed flatter and flatter. They looked like there going to pop like grapes. Had the room been silent, the camera’s microphones would have picked up the sharp cracking and crunching sounds as his testicles reached their limit.

“Nmnmm!”

CRUNCH

Ghost’s eyes lit up with glee as Jeffrey's testicles were compressed a hair's breadth too flat. Both of the massive, flattened orbs spectacularly ruptured into pulp, ejecting absolutely huge chunks out of his bag like a zit, one of the slugs landed on Drew’s thigh startling him and causing this leg to twitch despite his concerted efforts to stay still. To the chagrin of thousands of people watching in the virtual audience, the guillotine mouse trap wasn’t sprung. 

Jeffrey blacked out as the plate was still slowly lowering toward the chair’s seat, thoroughly pulping what was left of Jeffrey’s nuts in the process.

As Rafael’s nuts were continuing to dissolve and Drew was trying desperately not to activate his trap, The Ghost casually fetched another device from the cart.

As he approached Hugo with a nail gun Hugo’s eyes grew huge, the burly man weeping and pleading, his strong muscles shaking in disbelief as Ghost knelt down, placed the tip of the nail gun over his battered right nut and fired. Ghost laughed, his own cock throbbing, as he sent the thick, long nails into Hugo’s ball with such force that they were embedding themselves into the chair below. After turning Hugo’s right nut into a pincushion, Ghost pressed the nail gun so hard into Hugo’s swollen left nut that it was partially flattened before firing a dozen of nails into it.

Hugo was thrashing violently as so many nails were inserted into his bag that there was almost more metal than in-tact testicles inside his bag.

Meanwhile the acid that was dissolving Rafael’s nuts had turned everything in his bag into slurry. There wasn't anything left but a thick gooey paste, the surface of his totally deformed scrotum was ripping and bulging in bizarre ways as the acid was starting to eat its way out from the inside. 

Jeffrey’s nuts were further flattened as the metal vice plate was nearly level with the seat, everything that had been inside was oozing out under the metal plate.

Ghost left Hugo nailed to the spot as he headed back to his cart of destructive toys. He produced a metal object that everyone instantly recognized as a meat grinder with a large opening at its top leading to a chamber full of sharp grinding teeth and an exit chute where the pulped remains of whatever fell in would be extruded. Ghost circled the begging men slowly as he decided whom to use the machine on. He settled on Wesley and the horrified teenager sobbed as Ghost knelt down and roughly grabbed his overstuffed bag, not even hesitating before ramming the entire bag into the top. The results were disastrous for Wesley.

He shrieked as a shower of thoroughly pulped meat rocketed out of the front of the machine, painting the floor for several feet. It took the machine less than a minute to completely devour Wesley’s testicles up to the base of this cock. Some of the splattered disaster splashed onto Drew, who was sitting next to him, and the disgusting feeling of the teen’s liquified manhood dripping down his hairy chest made Drew reflexively shift in his seat.

SNAP

The trap that Drew’s nuts had been sitting on snapped shut. The razor-sharp arm slammed down on the base of Drew’s balls, instantly severing them from his body. Drew looked stunned as his balls rolled onto the ground with a wet splat. 

The lights above both Drew and Wesley turned red and the men were quickly escorted out of the room. Most of Wesley’s pulped junk was splattered all over the floor in front of him but Drew's fat nuts were resting whole and mostly undamaged on the floor. Isolated on the white floor, Drew's bull nuts looked especially giant and Ghost gave them several brutal stomps with his foot as he made his way toward his cart.

Suddenly, a wet splashing sound and a muffled groan caught his attention.

He turned to see that the acid inside Rafael's bag had dissolved his scrotum to a paper thin layer of flesh that was starting to tear in multiple places. Gushers of liquified testicles squirted out creating a disgusting pile of procreate slurry in the seat of the chair. As Ghost gathered up his next tools, Rafael’s scrotum failed completely, dissolving and allowing literally everything in his bag to flood out. The watching audience was stunned by the sheer size of the puddle that was pooling on the floor and as Rafael thrashed and cried the light above him turned red and Rafael was escorted out of the room. 

CLUNK

The plate that had crushed Jeffrey’s mega stuffed bag had finally made contact with the seat of the chair, finishing his total annihilation. 

The light above Jeffrey went red and as he was carried out of the room, Ghost carried a heavily-modified, heavy looking massage gun toward Kyle. The tall ginger’s fit body was shaking like a leaf and Ghost knelt down, nestled  the tennis-ball sized rubber tip of the massager against Kyle’s enormously fat sack and turned it on.

What happened next seemed to surprise even Ghost.

CRUNCH

Kyle’s nuts were instantly destroyed by the piston. The massager had been rigged to be insanely powerful, so much so that the pelvic bone between Kyle’s legs was bruised. The fat balls that had once been there had been pounded so violently they exploded. 

Kyle screamed through his gag as the sudden explosive end of his balls had made Ghost lose his grip on the massage gun  causing the large rubber head to start violently pounding the shaft of his rock hard, ten inch cock. 

His pussy pounder lasted less than a second. The fist-sized area where the massager was impacting imploded flat causing everything above it, which was no longer supported by anything, to flop forward where it was instantly mashed by the massager. Ghost turned off the machine; He’d expected to play with Kyle’s nuts for a while but as he looked around at the splattered devastation it was clear that wasn’t going to be an option. The light above Kylee turned on red and the towering young man was carried away gently by Ghost’s helpers. 

Ghost chuckled as he headed back to Yusuf, on his way he stopped to stomp Drew’s detached nuts until they were utterly ruined. He picked up the sander and spent several agonizing minutes running it, pressing it further and further into Yusuf’s pulped nuts - which were creating a spray of destruction until it was nearly flush with his crotch. Yusuf had passed out unable to process the catastrophic failure of his nuts but thousands were still watching the stream focused at his ruined crotch. Despite the agony and being unconscious, his eleven inch dick was still hard, throbbing, though starting to deflate. 

“Hmm, maybe we should trim this, too?” Ghost chortled.

Ghost turned the sander back on and hovered it over the head of Yusuf’s pole. Ghost grinned and several of the men looked away reflexively as Ghost pressed the whirring sander against Yusuf’s glans, which instantly burst. Yusuf’s towering cock vibrated wildly as inch after inch was sanded down, landing into an utterly unrecognizable pile between his legs. Ghost stopped when there was just an inch of Yusuf’s pole left before turning off the sander. 

“At least he’ll still have a micro penis!”

He joked as the light above the passed out stud turned red and he was mercifully escorted out of the room. Despite the shredded mess he’d made out of Yusuf’s package, Ghost was still grinning from the unexpectedly explosive end of Kyle’s plump nuts. He strolled over to Kyle’s now-empty chair and picked up the massage gun again.

“I see my team has upgraded our equipment! Who wants an encore!”

Almost everyone in the virtual audience turned their attention to the camera trained on Alex’s huge balls. The lean nineteen year old knew what was coming and started pulling violently at his restraints to zero effect.

Ever the showman, Ghost slowly brought the pulsing head of the massage gun closer and closer to Alex’s balls until they made contact, the vibration rocketing through Alex’s testicles like a sonic boom, the wave shattering everything it came into contact with before Alex’s nuts burst into chunks like Kyle’s had. It was over so quickly it was a blur, barely picked up by the cameras but the results were unmistakable. 

Alex’s nuts had been pounded and vibrated apart so quickly that they hadn’t even fully cracked before blowing apart, ensuring that the resulting chunks were especially large. Unlike Kyle, Alex’s cock was mostly unscathed, still towering over his now-emptied and blown open scrotum. The light above him was illuminated and the thrashing, hysterical teen was carried away to get bandaged up.

Before heading back for another tool, Ghost stopped at Umar again, picking up the ball ping hammer and slamming it into his cracked, swollen nuts. Alternating between left and right as hard as he could until he felt and heard the satisfying crunch of Umar’s right nut totally imploding, a permanently hammer-head shaped crater in his bag. His left nut held out for a few more blows before it too was blown apart into pieces floating in his bag. The light above him turned red and the sobbing defeated man was led away to relative safety. Though his nuts hadn’t painted the room like some of the others, it was obvious the medical team was going to need to scrape Umar’s shattered testicles out of the bag, leaving him with nothing but an abbrated, empty scrotum.

Ghost was nearly to his table of torturous contraptions before pivoting and walking back up to Hugo whose giant scrotum was still full of nails, literally holding him in place.

“Let’s really nail these in place!”

Ghost picked up the nail gun and sent several more nails into Hugo’s bag eliciting squeals through his gag. With only two nails left, Ghost positioned the nail gun over Hugo’s piss slit and fired them both in rapid succession. Hugo blacked out as the nails destroyed the inside of his cock, rendering it basically useless despite it still being hard. The light above Hugo turned on and several workers clad in black came in. After Hugo was untied, the volunteers grabbed him - two on each side under his arm - and forced him to his feet... Without removing the nails that had been implanted into the chair.

Hugo roared under his gag as he was forced to his feet. He was desperately trying to sit back down to avoid further stretching but even the huge man wasn’t enough to resist. By the time Hugo was midway standing his balls - still solidly attached to the chair - were being stretched nearly a foot from his now-raised crotch. Hugo pleaded as the stretch got more and more extreme until there was a visceral, wet tearing. 

Hugo and the guys forcing him to his feet tumbled into a heap, his balls still attached to the chair by the nails. The workers quickly lifted Hugo like a sack of potatoes and carried him away.

“All this excitement is making me hungry, how about some fried food...”

Ghost rolled a cart with a small metal bucket on top, steam was rising from whatever liquid was in the bucket. Ghost parked the cart in front of Finn and grabbed a ladle full of the thick, boiling oil that seemed more viscous - and far hotter - than normal kitchen grease.

“This may hurt a bit...”

Ghost poured the entire contents of the ladle onto Finn’s package, the super-heated oil coating his rock-hard dick before dripping over his balls. Finn was beyond hysterical as Ghost ladled cup after cup of the boiling oil over his fresh young nuts and cock. The liquid was at least five hundred degrees, instantly scalding Finn and it was so thick it was clinging to his peeling skin causing even more damage and misery.

Finn’s massive balls and throbbing cock were both lobster red and covered with burn blisters and peeling skin. The young man was screaming and sobbing as Ghost splashed a few more ladles of boiling oil on Finn’s nuts.

Finn was panting, his entire body felt hot, as Ghost gave him a rest and headed back for another device. He produced a clear plexiglass box slightly smaller than a shoe box. Inside were rows of blades attached to a gearbox and a black box on top that contained the motor and battery.

“We call this the lawn mower...” Ghost chuckled

He walked over to Damian, the twenty-eight year old body builder was shaking like a frightened dog, his ripped muscles totally useless to stop whatever Ghost was planning. Ghost pushed the box down onto his lap, slicing this rotund gonads in multiple places. He let the visual of the clear box filled with about-to-spin blades on top of Damian's muscle man nuts before activating the ‘lawn mower’. Rows and rows of razor sharp blades started rotating inside the box painting the interior with a spray of chunky sliced testicles. 

When Ghost turned off and lifted the box, long ropes of testicle gunk hung from the machine. Only a small amount of Damian's testicles remained attached to his body, looking like two fat eggs that had been cleaved in half. Damian was drooling nearly comatose in shock and pain as the light above him turned red. It took three workers to carry out the hulking stud.

“That was pretty cool! How about a replay!”

Ghost approached Oscar and shoved the gore-covered ‘lawn mower’ box onto his plump spuds, not even giving Oscar a moment to scream before turning it on. 

Oscar's nuts exploded into chunky ruin and the handsome man blacked out. Ghost admired the gross tendrils of goo dripping from the device as Oscar was escorted out of the room.

Next Ghost produced a large, clear plastic sphere with a large hole cut into it with thick rubber gaskets acting as a tight seal. Ghost roughly shoved Aaron’s huge daddy balls into the globe, the tight gasket closing around the base of his nuts so tight the blood supply was almost entirely cut off. Aaron pleaded as his nuts started to turn purple and numb, but Ghost ignored him as he headed back to the table, stopping at Finn for a bit to pour a few more heaping ladles of boiling oil onto his balls, causing even more blisters to erupt.

Ghost returned with an air compressor and a thin hose, placing the machine at Aaron’s feet. Aaron struggled as Ghost connected the hose to the machine then to a conduit protruding out the clear globe around his nuts. Ghost grinned as he turned on the machine. The machine made a low constant drone as the air was evacuated from the chamber, causing Aaron’s nuts to start to puff and swell unnaturally as they were expanding from the inside out. Aaron was sobbing in agony as his nuts got bigger and bigger and bigger...

Ghost looked into the plastic sphere at Aaron’s swelling nuts.

“This one might get messy,” he laughed before fetching a large bag of thick black industrial grade rubber bands and headed over to Kai and Hunter.

The terrified surfer twins looked hot as fuck as they pleaded with their eyes and boyishly handsome facial expressions for mercy but Ghost wasn’t known to be charitable. 

He glanced at the clock and did some quick math in his head. He had over a dozen more sacks to splatter so would need to speed things along to stay on schedule for Zane’s spectacular midnight ending.

Even though the rubber bands were quite stretchy - and surprisingly strong - they were barely able to open wide enough to ensnare one of Kai’s fat sex pods. The surfer’s eyes went wide as Ghost wrapped several rubber bands around each of his nuts before doing the same to his brother. The steady crushing pressure felt like being continually kicked in the nuts and the brothers were deliriously. Ghost applied a few more rubber bands which caused Kai’s left nut to visibly compress even further before heading back to his cart.

Ghost clamped a woodworking vice to the bottom Daniel's chair with the thick wooden top plate resting on his sack. Unlike Jeffrey, Ghost would have full control over how fast or slow his de-nutting would be. Ghost gave the vice a few turns, causing Daniel to squeal and his nuts to visibly flatten before moving over to Finn. 

The oil in the bucket had cooled considerably so Ghost went back to his staging area and fetched a new one, this one bubbling so hot the roiling liquid was almost overflowing from the container. Finn blacked out as the six-hundred degree, clingy liquid peeled and melted away his skin.

As Ghost was grabbing something to use on Nico, Ghost stopped to admire Aaron' s predicament. His nuts had expanded to twice their normal size, making them look absolutely massive. 

“Uh-oh..” he laughed.

The machine hummed as more and more air was vacated from the globe, creating a vacuum that Aaron’s nuts were expanding to fill, ripping and tearing their delicate insides apart as they did. 

Ghost used the sander to turn Nico’s entire package including his monstrously thick dick which erupted into slugs of ruined gore. It was not a quick process as it took time for the machine to completely eat away at a layer of beef before moving forward. The hung slender lad bellowed and writhed as more and more of his prized possessions were turned into wallpaper. In the end Nico’s crotch was totally smooth with no trace of the pornographically huge equipment that had once been there.

By the time Nico was escorted away Aaron’s nuts had swollen to dangerous proportions, the scrotum skin looking like it was going to tear like crepe paper under the strain of the massive growing organs inside. Aaron’s eyes crossed as he looked down at his about-to-burst gonads in shocked disbelief.

Ghost applied a handful more of the strong rubber bands to both of the twins' nuts, causing all four of the huge organs to compress dangerously, as if caught in a perpetual giant squeezing fist, before moving over to Finn.

The babbling teenager howled as Ghost pulled a small knife out of his pocket and cut a deep incision into each nut. The roasted gonads gave a slight audible ‘pop’ as the internal pressure - which was never designed to be released - escaped from the wounds. Ghost dug a finger into each hole, feeling Finn’s nut meat being torn further open, before pouring a fresh ladle of the extremely hot oil onto his nuts. This time the oil was able to percolate into the relatively large holes, boiling his young nuts from the inside out. 

“Mmmmph!” Nnnmmp!” 

The virtual audience watched as Aaron’s sack got bigger and bigger, small tears starting to form on his scrotum. Inside his back, the unnatural expansion was causing his testicle tissue to rend itself apart. He was effectively sterilized at that point but the machine showed no signs of stopping. 

Ghost looked over at Daniel.

“I wonder if these can get just a little flatter...”

Ghost walked over and tightened Daniel’s vice compressing them to nearly half flat. On his way to grab something for Greg, Ghost applied even more of the industrial rubber bands to Hunter and Kai. It now felt like each of their nuts was under a vice as the rubber bands tried desperately to snap back into their original much smaller shape, not caring that four massive testicles were in the way. 

Next the Ghost grabbed a baseball bat, walked between Greg’s legs, and started recklessly smashing down, not bothering to aim between Greg’s enormous baby makers or his massive cock. 

BLOOOOSH

Whilst Ghost was still mercilessly destroying Greg’s balls, Aaron’s nuts violently exploded. The entire inside surface of the globe was covered in a thick layer of liquified nut guts oozing down the glass. 

Aaron was wailing through his gag, but Ghost was Hell bent on pulping Greg’s big boys and Greg cried as his balls were ruthlessly battered and beaten, turning purplish blue after what felt like hours to the horrified captive. His cock was swollen and bruised from being used like a piñata. The Ghost grinned wickedly as he stepped away from Greg, not wanting the fun to be over quite so quickly.

On his way to the tool cart, Ghost put a few more rubber bands around the twins’ balls. The combined crushing pressure on the brothers’ sacks was extreme. They were both sobbing in agony as it felt like each nut was being continually stomped on by a boot.

Ghost returned from his supply run holding a metal bear trap. Pablo wailed in absolute terror as Ghost grasped his enormous Latin nuts in the jaws of the trap. Pablo shook his head begging Ghost to stop but Ghost used a rod to activate the trap which snapped shut with a loud crack piercing through his bag with a hungry animal. The force caused his bag to burst, some of the insides squirting out onto his thighs. 

“Oops!” Ghost laughed.

The lights over Aaron and Pablo turned red and they were quickly removed from the room.

Ghost tightened Daniel’s vice several more turns but the large screws were getting harder to turn, his nuts were getting so dense they were resisting but they’d have to give up some time...

Ghost whooped in delight as he walked around the empty chairs, poking at the piles of splattered testicles. He was especially amused at the site of Hugo’s massive nuts still attached to his chair by dozens of long nails. 

After his victory lap, Ghost put a few more rubber rings around Hunter and Kai’s nuts. The twins screamed as they felt their nuts being compressed so tightly they felt like they were going to implode.

Ghost fetched a large syringe and approached Lance. His tall dancer’s body quaked thinking he was about to have his nuts dissolved like Rafael. Ghost jammed an extremely thick needle deep into his bag and injected a huge amount of a thick, cold gel like substance. The substance was so viscous and being injected so violently that Lance could feel his nut being stretched open from the inside out as the chemical formed a sort of balloon inside his bag that was getting bigger and bigger, stretching and warping his ball outward until it started to split open inside his bag. After his right nut had fractured, Ghost did the same to the left. He stood back and admired his handy work.

He then went back to the table and came back with a small lit blow torch. Ghost squatted and pointed the small flame directly at Lance’s bag. As the flame made contact his skin erupted with blisters and he could feel his nuts literally boiling. They were rolling in his bag, bubbling... 

Wait! Those aren’t my balls! Lance thought a split second too late.

“Oops! It’s flammable!” Ghost laughed about the gel he had injected into Lance’s enormous balls. 

The chemical had boiled so rapidly that the stream pressure caused both of Lance’s nuts to burst into oatmeal inside his bag. Ghost gave the tall man’s balls a few hard parting punches, loving the feeling of his deformed bag warping around his fists.

The light over him turned red. He was taken off the stage as Ghost strolled over to Greg and proceeded to wail on him again with the bat. He was slamming down as hard as he could, hitting Greg’s rapidly swelling bag from multiple angles, slapping his cock as hard as he could to the right then do it again the left, watching the towering hole stretcher be violently jostled. Greg struggled so hard against his restrains every muscle in his body was straining. Ghost set the bat down and headed to Finn.

The oil had cooled again so this time Ghost finished off his fried balls by slamming them repeatedly with a meat tenderizer but it wasn’t just any tenderizer. The oversized head was solid gold giving it considerable weight. The earlier boiling and stabbing of Finn’s balls had achieved their goal; their internal structures were so badly damaged that they barely resisted the heavy mallet. Finn squealed as his enormous, hulking balls slowly started to deflate, cracking further blow after blow until they were permanently flattened.

Ghost proceeded to spend several minutes needlessly pulping Finn’s shattered nuts into paste. Finn passed out and barely stirred as his once proud baby makers were turned into a liquid. 

As Finn was being transported away, Ghost walked over and turned Daniel’s vice tighter and tighter. He just kept cranking - Daniel’s face a mask of horror - until he felt Daniel’s beefy right nut crack. One more left, Ghost thought as he headed over to put ever more rubber bands around Kai and Hunter’s screaming nuts.

The handsome twins' eyes rolled in their heads, their powerful cocks jutting out and their balls - entirely covered in rubber bands - were each visibly smaller than normal showing the power of the squeeze. Ghost put on a dozen more rubber bands on each brother and proceeded on toward his cart of goodies.

Kai and Hunter’s nuts now looked significantly smaller as they were being horrifically squeezed.

Ghost returned with a car battery and two metal rods about the width of a pencil and a foot long. One end was quite sharp like a spear. He walked between Reggie’s thick legs and set down the battery. Reggie, who had witnessed so much depraved carnage couldn’t even imagine what Ghost had in store for him. Ghost proceeded to skewer Reggie’s plump nuts with the metal rods by manually jabbing the pointed end into his bag and pushing and twisting through Reggie’s nuts until it poked out the other side. Once both rods were inserted they were sticking out several inches on each side of his sack. 

Reggie was wild with unbearable pain, he was thrashing so much Ghost was having trouble setting up his contraption. He connected a cable to one of the rods then to the car battery, then another cable to the rods and just before connecting it to the other terminal of the car battery Ghost smiled. Reggie’s body went rigid as his balls were rapidly heated by the electrical current. 

Since Ghost wanted this to be a relatively tame show, the battery wasn’t really delivering full power, it was only delivering enough to give his nuts a very bad time. 

Reggie’s heart was racing as the heat from the electrified rods was literally roasting his nuts.

Ghost walked away as Reggie was reeling in agony. 

He stopped back at the twins and applied even more rubber bands, causing their balls to compress even smaller. Hunter was hysterical but Ghost kept putting on more and more.

CRUNCH

Hunter’s left nut imploded like a supernova. The growing pressure became too great all at once and his nut popped, caved in on itself, collapsing to a squishing organ a quarter its original size. Shattered nut guts oozed from the rubber bands.

Ghost chuckled as he proceeded to put even more rubber bands around Kai’s sack.

Greg got a few more hits with the bat before Ghost headed back for more toys.

Hunky muscle DILF Travis was next up and Ghost used an especially brutal method, placing a metal wedge like the kind used to split wood directly on top of his right nut then slamming a mallet down hard. Over and over. Travis was straining to escape as Ghost systematically cracked his nut in two. He moved to the left and finished it off until Travis only had four big chunks in his bag. Never one to leave the job half finished, Ghosted used the wedge to pound into Travis’ increasingly lumpy bag randomly until his prodigious nuts were nothing but dozens of pieces before Travis was taken out of the play area.

By now only Peter, Parker and Zane - who was being saved for last - were the last sets of untouched nuts in the room. 

Ghost looked at the time. He didn’t want Zane’s cataclysmic ending to miss midnight, so he grabbed a heavy mallet with a metal head and headed to Parker. The buff middle aged man frantically pulled at the ropes and chains holding him in place to no use as Ghost proceeded to pound his testicles until they were nothing but a sack of pulped ruin. Parker was unceremoniously removed as Ghost callously walked back to Daniel.

“I’m not sure how much flatter this one can get....”

The vice was further tightened as Daniel screamed, the veins bulging in his neck as his final ball explosively popped. The inside of his scrotum was a disaster of random jock goo.

Meanwhile Reggie’s nuts were rolling and convulsing, jiggling their sack as they were fried by the electricity. 

Daniel’s drooling form was escorted away as Ghost approached Peter. The clean-cut, chiseled jock was terrified. He had just seen the most nightmarish shit he’d ever seen in his life, a bunch of random dudes having their junk turned inside out in some of the sickest ways he could have ever imagined.

“Nnnh! Pwwws! Pwwws!”

Even knowing it wouldn’t work, Peter pleaded with Ghost through his gag but Ghost had set up a chair in front of him and was now standing with one foot on the chair for balance and the heel of the other on Peter’s fat right nut. 

“Don’t move! I don’t want to lose my balance,” Ghost teased Peter.

Ghost chuckled and proceeded to stomp and grind his heel with reckless abandon into Peter’s rapidly swelling nut. Then the left one. Then the right. Peter was howling as Ghost coldly stomped his defenseless balls until they split apart in the bag. Ghost was panting with effort as he continued to mercilessly ground down his nuts but he wasn’t quite done. 

He hopped off the chair leaving Peter’s mortally wounded nuts alone for a moment and picked up the bat. He proceeded to knock around Greg’s already critically wounded and swollen nuts until first one then the other gave up, filling his bag with nothing but mush. Greg sobbed in horror as he was carried away.

Ghost hopped back onto the chair and stomped straight down on Peter’s raging hard dick, causing it to snap in several places. Another stomp caused it to collapse like an imploding building. Ghost kept stomping and stomping, not aiming for balls or cock specifically but reveling as he felt chunks bursting and flattening under his heel. By the time Ghost was done and his helpers were taking Peter away, there wasn’t anything recognizable as testicles or a penis left over. Ghost scraped his boot along the floor to show a trail of gunk still stuck in the treads. 

Ghost checked the time, he only had a little less than an hour before midnight which would be plenty of time for Zane.

Zane had no choice but to look on the revulsion from his cursed place of honor as Ghost approached the twins. He placed more and more rubber bands around Hunter’s last ball. It exploded, burst apart from the pressure, the gooey remains squiring through the ball of rubber bands.

It didn’t take long for his brother’s twin testicles to implode too, causing even more nut sludge to splatter under the tremendous crushing. The twins were both blacked out by the time they were dragged away.

Suddenly Reggie’s body went limp. His convulsing balls had been thoroughly cooked, and Ghost stepped over and disconnected the battery. He grabbed Reggie’s fat nuts which were warm to the touch and squeezed them. They felt incredibly dense, tough as if the meat inside had been overcooked. To be sure, Ghost sent another jolt of electricity through Reggie’s bag, causing the blacked out stud’s body to tense up. 

Reggie’s nuts were still steaming as he was carried away.

Now it was just Zane. Everyone was focused on the handsome young man’s absolutely astounding equipment. Each of Zane’s testicles were so massive that the skin of his scrotum was stretched tight as his enormous balls rested in a meaty heap between his legs. Towering over it was a prodigious sixteen-inch monster of a cock with the tattoo of a snake wrapped around it. Ghost couldn’t even imagine the hole destroying the fit teen was capable of. 

“So ladies and gentlemen it’s almost time for the grand finale. I’m gonna’ absolutely demolish these massive beauties and at midnight we’re gonna send them off with a bang.”

Ghost was not exaggerating.

First he used the bat to clobber Zane’s monstrously huge nuts. Zane writhed as his balls started to turn red and swell slightly and the blows were causing his massive rod to bounce wildly from the vibration. After the warm up, Zane was panting and sobbing as Ghost circled him slowly, a predator admiring its prey

He selected his next tool from: a small, wooden mallet, the kind used for tenderizing meat. He tapped it against his palm, the sound a soft, rhythmic promise.

"Ready for the finale, Zane?" Ghost's voice was a low growl.

For an added treat for the audience, Ghost ripped off Zane’s gag so that he could fill the room with his high-pitched, desperate pleading. 

He brought the mallet down in a sharp, controlled arc. It landed with a dull thwack against the side of Zane's left testicle. Zane's body jerked, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. Ghost followed up with another, and another, establishing a brutal, percussive rhythm. He wasn't trying to break anything yet; he was softening the tissue, waking up every nerve ending. The heavy orbs jiggled with each impact, the skin flushing a deep, angry red.

After a dozen strikes, Ghost set the mallet down. He picked up his trusty ball-peen hammer, its steel head cool and menacing. He changed his angle, aiming the flat face directly onto the crown of Zane's right nut. The first strike was harder, a sharp crack that echoed in the silent room. Zane cried out, his back arching against the restraints.

Ghost was careful not to totally crack Zane’s testicles which were proving to be as tough as they were big and Ghost was admiring the dark bruises blossoming under the skin. He used the peen end next, the smaller, focused surface driving deep into Zane’s right nut. Zane’s eyes crossed and Ghost put the hammer aside. He wanted to feel this. 

He made a fist and drove it into Zane's balls, not holding back an ounce of strength. The dense sack yielded slightly and the solid, dense orbs within were slammed against his pelvis. Zane screamed, a raw, guttural sound of pure agony as Ghost punched him again, a series of rapid-fire punches, each one a sledgehammer of flesh and bone. He could feel the shape of the testicles, feel them starting to deform under the relentless assault.

“Please! Please!” Zane sobbed, desperate to save his prized possessions.

Zane’s sack was now quite swollen, a mottled canvas of purple and black. Ghost ran a single finger over the damaged surface, and Zane flinched, screaming. His nuts had been so tenderized already that even his relatively gentle act was agony.

"Still nice and plump," Ghost said, filled with the sing-song excitement of a gameshow host.

Zane was screaming at the top of his lungs as Ghost attached the same vice he had used on Daniel, only this time he didn’t give any breaks as he tightened. As Zane’s truly huge nuts started to flatten out, Ghost jabbed at them with a metal rod, pushing so hard Zane’s eyes bugged out as he expected the rod to violently puncture his bag.

Ghost kept tightening the vice until Zane thought his nuts were going to pop before backing off the pressure and removing the vice entirety. Zane was barely conscious as Ghost and his legion of fans admired the results. Zane’s sack was a bloated, bruised and purple mound of flesh but his monster cock was untouched.

Ghost grabbed it roughly at the base and started to squeeze, crushing its connective tissues with glee. Zane was snapped back into consciousness as Ghost proceeded to yank and pull at his cock.

“Let’s see if we can’t get this out of the way for the finale!”

Ghost was holding Zane’s dick with both hands, tugging and pulling, causing unbearable pain to the trapped skinny twink before giving him a break. It was obvious Ghost was going to need more than his bare hands to do justice to such a massive tool.  He used several of the gore-covered rubber bands left over from the twins and wrapped them around the base of Zane’s huge tool at the base creating a constricting band. The flesh immediately began to swell even more, turning a deep, angry purple as the blood was trapped. Zane let out a choked sob, his hips bucking uselessly against the restraints.

Next, Ghost picked up the mallet and tapped the swollen head, a light, almost playful rap. Zane cried out, the sound sharp and animalistic. Ghost tapped again, harder this time, then brought the mallet down in a solid, crushing blow against the side of the shaft. There was a wet, sickening crunch. Ghosted proceeded to strike Zane's mega cock left and right delighting as it swung back and forth. Zane screamed, a raw, ragged sound that tore from his throat as his body convulsed.

Ghost set the mallet down and picked up the blow torch. He flicked the striker, and a blue-orange flame hissed to life. He held it close, letting the heat wash over the already bruised and broken flesh. The smell of burning hair and cooking meat filled the room. Zane's screams turned into hoarse, desperate whimpers as the skin blackened and blistered, bubbling under the intense heat. Slowly the perfectly stylized tattoo faded, replaced with blisters and peeled skin along the entire sixteen-inch length of his shaft.

Ghost grabbed Zane’s still-hot pole with both hands and again pulled and yanked as hard as he could. He could feel the connective tissues starting to give way and smiled toward the cameras and Zane shrieked. After a few minutes, Zane’s cock felt like it had been internally detached and the desperate twink sobbed as Ghost headed back to his cart. 

Ghost returned with a power drill and Zane was sure Ghost was about to ram it down his dick and turn it on, shredding it from the inside. Instead, Ghost removed the long drill bit and replaced it with one with a specialized looped end. Zane wasn’t immediately sure what was happening but quickly realized Ghost’s intentions as Ghost clamped the loop around his plump mushroom head, squeezing the shaft like a vice. 

Zane pleaded to Ghost’s delight.

As soon as Ghost activated the drill, the ring started rotating rapidly causing Zane’s entire huge dick to rotate completely around as if someone had grabbed it and spun it like they were removing a bottle cap. Zane’s eyes went wide as his cock was rotated three more times and on the fourth rotation his cock completely detached, landing with a loud thud on the ground. 

Zane was stunned, a ragged horse scream escaping his mouth. He stared at this severed cock in disbelief as Ghost glanced at the time.

It was almost midnight.

After stomping Zane’s once proud, blistered cock with his boot until its insides had blasted out through his blown-open head, Ghost turned his attention back to Zane’s balls.

More bat blows, more hammer strikes. Zane’s right nut cracked in the bag. The hung twink’s head rolled as Ghost injected some of the acid from earlier into his nuts. Not enough to dissolve them completely like Rafael, but enough to significantly weaken them for what was to come.

Zane was letting out a constant, defeated drone as Ghost slammed a mallet against the left side of his bag until that nut didn’t simply crack. It was caved in, the head of the mallet embedded into the dent left behind in his bag. 

Satisfied, Ghost wheeled over a box about the size of a microwave oven and positioned it in front of Zane. Ghost pulled a length of metal cable out of the box where it seemed to be coming off an internal spool. As Ghost wrapped the end of the cable around the base of his ruined - yet still huge - ball sack, Zane frantically tried to escape. 

Ghost returned to the strange device and flipped a switch. The internal gears sprang to life and the spool of wire started to retract. 

“A WINCH!” Zane screamed in terror.

Zane's fat young nuts bulged as they were pulled forward with brutal force. The winch kept cranking until Zane’s naturally tight nuts were pulled a painful six inches from his body. Then seven. Then ten. Zane panicked as it seemed like Ghost was just going to let the powerful wench rip his nuts off but after being stretched an unnaturally long eleven inches from his body, Ghost turned off the machine.

Isolated from Zane’s slim frame, his balls looked gargantuan. The stretching was unbearable, his spermatic chords and connective tissues were at the brink of totally failing. His balls were pulsing and throbbing as Ghost went to grab his final implements.

“So ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been told this year’s finale is especially explosive so we didn’t want to ignite it too close to his body...”

Ghost pulled two small round objects out of his pockets which Zane recognized as being an illegally powerful firework - basically bombs. He used the rubber bands to hold them against Zane’s massive nuts, one bomb each, then applied a few more unnecessary rubber bands around each nut just for fun, causing the giant orbs to compress slightly under the pressure. 

“This is gonna’ be fun!”

Ghost glanced at the clock. They still had some time before the final countdown, so he stepped away letting the virtual audience admire the sight of Zane’s balls stretched defenselessly far from his body, the gooey stain of his crushed penis on the floor. Zane’s cute face was a mask of terror as he struggled against his restraints. 

Finally it was thirty seconds to midnight.

“30...”

TWACK

“29...”

TWACK

To Zane’s horror, Ghost was using the bat to slam his nuts striking up from the bottom as he counted down. Zane’s balls bounced wildly as blow after overkill blow further shattered the contents of his sack, allowing the acid to spread and do even more damage. Zane’s legendary nuts were being pulped just as Ghost had intended, meaning the imminent explosion was going to be especially messy. 

When the countdown hit 10 Ghost tossed away the bat and quickly lit each fuse.

“10... 9....”

Zane pleaded and thrashed.

“8... 7...”

“PLEASE!”

“6...5 ...4...”

“3...” 

BOOM

BOOM

Although Ghost had tested and calibrated the length of the fuses his timing was just a bit off. Each overly-powerful explosive detonated in rapid succession. Ghost was absolutely showered with the gunky, liquified remains of Zane’s massive nuts. The gore splattered nearly fifteen feet, leaving the twink covered in chunks of his own pulverized nuts. Zane’s eyes went wide before he passed out, his face dripping with testicle gunk.

He was quickly untied and escorted away, after all Ghost had promised no mortal injuries, as Ghost admired the disgusting mess surrounding him. Zane’s balls had been truly a sight to behold but even Ghost was flabbergasted by just how much material had been inside those twink balls. It reminded him of the French football player he’d blown apart one fateful New Year’s eve.

“Well, we missed midnight again but I don’t think anyone minds!”

Ghost chuckled as he wiped a splatter of unrecognizable gunk from his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed our show,” 

Ghost walked between each camera and took a bow, the splattered ruins of dozens of sets visible in the background. 

“With that, I bid you adieu. I’ve got quite a mess to clean up!”

Ghost dragged his boot through some random pile of goop before stomping down on it causing even more splatter.

“Happy 2026!” he bellowed in a cheery, optimistic tone waving his arm in the air with a flourish.

The transmission ended.

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