Spinner's End

 

This story was only posted to the private pages I tweet out. Now I'm publishing it to my main blog with an updated title (originally titled: The Deviants)

“COMING SOON: THE SHOPPES AT SPINNER’S END”

Mike barely registered the words on the giant sign he narrowly avoided hitting as he turned his car quickly into the parking lot of the still under construction luxury shopping center. The exterior of most of the buildings were complete but their interiors were still mostly unfinished with only the basic framing of walls. Mike checked the clock on his dash; it was 9:15 AM on a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. Unfortunately for him he was due at the sight at 7 AM sharp.

Mike was a senior technician at a network infrastructure firm who had been awarded a handsome contract to outfit the tony shopping center with state of the art sensors and networks to enable an internet-of-things-powered futuristic experience throughout. Augmented reality displays, real-time shopper tracking tied to AI which would intelligently show targeted digital ads that followed users throughout the shops and seamless indoor 5G were just some of the amenities. The hype was quite high but none of it would work without the extensive networking equipment Mike was supposed to be installing and setting up for a test demonstration.

He parked his car in front of a storefront that already had its White & Black House Market signage installed. His boss Austin’s car was already there, as was another blue sedan Mike didn’t recognize and a work truck. Mike fixed his face in the mirror before hopping out of the car, grabbing his equipment from the trunk and heading inside.

Though the exterior looked complete, inside the future-store was one giant empty space with only a few roughed in walls and all manner of construction equipment strewn about. Mike noticed two relatively short, brawny construction workers with the same logo as the work truck examining something near the entryway. They nodded politely before resuming their work.

Mike was flush and sweating as he walked up to Austin and a middle aged black man in a suit.

“There you are,” Austin interrupted his conversation to greet Mike, doing a poor job of hiding his annoyance.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, please meet Mike Jackson . He’s the lead engineer of the Icarus Project. He’s going to be outfitting this store for our demo Monday.” Austin introduced Mike to the black man.

Mike set down his equipment and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Fitzgerald,” 

Mr. Fitzgerald let out a friendly chuckle.

“Oh please, call me Justin. Nice to meet you, I’m the president of the development firm. I was just coming to check what all the hype was about...”

Justin continued to exchange pleasantries and over his shoulder Mike could make out his boss mouthing something but he couldn’t make out what. Mike was slightly distracted by the charming executive, a fit Black man in a well-fitted suit with pants that were cut as if designed to draw one’s eye to his mounding crotch. Mike swallowed hard as he couldn’t help but imagine what Justin’s pants were hiding.

“... the 5G boosters? Are those being installed today?”

Crap! Mike realized he had been so busy undressing Justin he wasn’t paying attention to what was being said. In a panic he blurted out the answer.

“Yes, those will be installed today. We’ll have full-bar 5G from here well into the parking lot for Monday’s press demo,”

“Very good,” Justin smiled and turned curtly back to Austin.

Phew, Mike thought. Austin wouldn’t risk causing a scene in front of an investor; at least the inevitable dressing down would happen back at the office instead of...

“Mike, a word, please?” Austin asked as he excused himself from he and Justin’s conversation and approached his technician.

Mike’s heart sank as he was walked toward the front of the store.

“Look, Mike. I’ve had about enough for your shit. You have been nothing but trouble for months now. I don’t know what is going on with you but...”

Mike was taken aback. Sure he had been late this morning but was not expecting Austin to go into a rant. Mike kept trying to get a word in but that only made Austin increasingly agitated. The burly manager was angrier than Mike had ever seen him.

Austin was in his late fifties with thinning hair. He was somewhat short at just five foot six and bulky, like he used to be quite muscular decades ago and it had since degenerated into fat and excess skin that was now stuffed into his too-tight jeans and polo shirt. Just the site of the sweaty dude was enough to make Mike’s stomach turn.

Mike, on the other hand was a thirty-five year old olive skinned Syrian jock with a body that looked like it was molded from clay. He had a trimmed goatee and beard and was looking quite good in his tight white uniform shirt that seemed painted onto his corrugated abs. He considered himself quite handsome and it showed in his overall attitude. Like how he was actively not listening to Austin’s rant as his mind contrasted his own gym-honed body with the sweaty, fat, balding old man screaming in his face.

“...I oughta’ knock you down a peg, Mike!”

Mike immediately tuned back into Austin’s rant as soon as his brain perceived the shockingly blunt threat Austin had just made. Man, I can’t wait to tell HR about this, Mike thought to himself as he opened his mouth to speak...

SLAP

Mike’s massive biceps flexed reflexivity as he rose his hand to his face. Austin’s fat, clammy hand had just slapped him clear across the face. The impact was so loud that the two construction workers looked up briefly and Justin’s eyes darted up from his phone to investigate. Austin’s slap was more shocking than it was hard, but still stung. 

“What the fuck, Austin?” Mike spat out. 

He took a step forward making him toe to toe with Austin, his large belly nearly touching Mike’s rock hard, flat abs. Mike puffed out his chest and clenched his fists to accentuate his biceps, clearly taking on a fighting pose, as if it was even necessary. It was evident that the hunky technician would mop the floor with the overweight, slow old man. Justin was now looking up intently - though he was pretending to be reading his phone - as if waiting for the next shoe to drop.  Oh shit, Mike thought, he had just stepped up threateningly to his boss and cursed at him on a job site. He was going to be fired for sure. That fat fucker set me up, yelling at me until he knew I would explode...

CRUUUNCH

Mike’s machinations were rudely interrupted by a ridiculous pain screaming from between his legs. Mike’s dark eyes crossed and his mouth opened in a funny ‘O’ shape as Austin’s knee was still implanted into his crotch. 

“Fucker...” Mike coughed hoarsely. 

Austin withdrew his knee and slammed it again into the stud’s berries, driving them into his pelvis. Mike let out a howl as the man’s tremendous weight gave the blow an especially painful boost of inertia. By now Justin had taken a few steps closer, his distracting phone tucked away in his pocket, and the two workers weren’t even pretending not to be watching the drama unfolding.

“Fuck you, Austin. Wait until the fuckin’ police hear about this you fat fuck,” 

Mike was over civility. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and had only dialed a single digit before Austin reared his arm back and punched Mike square in the chest. Austin’s form was far from the graceful perfection Mike employed in the boxing ring but it was effective nonetheless. Mike coughed as the wind was knocked out of him and stumbled backward, dropping his phone in the process. What the fuck, Mike thought. He reached down to grab it and was nearly struck by a flying shard of plastic.

STOMP

Austin had ground his tacky, heavy tennis shoe into the fragile device and his weighty size meant utter destruction. Austin stomped on the clearly broken phone several more times and Mike just looked on with growing confusion - and anger. 

In a rage, Mike let out a grunt, totally oblivious to anyone else around, and lunged at Austin. Despite Austin being easily twice Mike’s weight, the well-trained athlete was able to tackle his boss to the ground with ease. Austin landed on his back and the two rolled around in a sweaty ball of fat and muscle, Mike’s fists slamming into Austin’s face and chest as he abandoned all inhibitions but to Mike’s surprise the usually sniveling old man was holding his own, landing several well-aimed punches to Mike’s face and body.

“I think that’s enough,” 

Justin had walked over and was looking down at the fight.  The two continued tussling. Mike was on his knees straddling Austin’s chest, pummeling his shielded face. Because of Austin’s girth, Mike’s legs were spread obscenely wide and Justin could make out a slight lump at the bottom of the V created by Mike’s widespread knees. The opportunity was perfect, the executive thought.

CRUNCH

Mike let out a howl and fell off Austin, clutching his balls. Justin wasn’t sure if his aim was going to be good enough, but judging by the thick, meaty bulge he felt warping under his shiny black shoe and the subsequent reaction by the tanned jock, he was confident he had made his target.

“I said that was enough,” Justin barked. His voice now sounded much deeper, almost sinister, than the almost flowery execu-speak tone he had earlier. 

The two workers put down their tools and cautiously made their way over to the scene. Mike was still rolling around nursing his balls when he felt someone grab his shoulders and wrench him to his feet. CRUNCH!

Justin was holding Mike upright by his broad shoulders and was slamming his knee into Mike’s balls over and over, grinning silently in stark contrast to the funny, shrill noises Mike was making. Even though it was covered by a sharp suit, Mike could tell Justin’s body was well conditioned and the executive knew his way around a gym, and the power and aim of his blows was proving Mike right. Mike screamed and tried to cover his crotch but Justin just slammed his knee into Mike’s cupped hands, forcing the terrified jock to crush his own nuts. 

Thinking he would be clever, Mike arch his leg back and was about to send it sailing between Justin’s legs but his leg was caught mid air by one of the construction workers. Mike was trapped, standing on one foot being held up by his cocked-back leg by the worker and being held up by the shoulders by Justin. What the fuck was going on. The construction worker laughed as he lifted his foot and connected squarely with the fleshy lump in Mike’s jeans from behind.

“Ooooh!” Mike’s eyes crossed. His baby makers were being annihilated by the worker's powerful work boots and Justin’s devastating knees in well orchestrated choreography. If Mike didn’t know better he would have guessed the setup was staged. 

In a panic Mike sent his fist sailing wildly at Justin and it connected squarely with his jaw, the Syrian jock’s bicep proving to be as powerful as it looked. Justin’s head was knocked to the side and the dazed executive lost his grip on Mike momentarily. It was all the time Mike needed to pull his leg free from the construction worker and try to take a step away from the melee.

CRUUUNCH

“Fuck!” Mike screamed out. 

Austin, who had been standing watching Justin ruining Mike’s chances of having kids, lunged forward and grabbed Mike’s bulge through his pants. The fat manager was squeezing incredibly, insanely hard, so hard that Mike couldn’t believe that someone who probably couldn’t even spell ‘gym’ was capable of doing it. Mike’s eyes crossed and he let out a throaty scream as he clawed at Austin’s arm to no effect. Austin's face just turned red with effort as he squeezed harder. Mike connected a punch squarely in Austin’s jaw, which did seem to stun him for a fraction of a second, but his boss just laughed and smiled at Mike as he reached out and grabbed Mike by the throat.

At the same time the two construction workers grabbed Mike’s arms and held them behind his back as Austin squeezed Mike’s testicles and throat with equal fury. Holy fuck, Mike thought as his scream was stopped in his throat. 

“You fucking cocky prick," Austin laughed as he threw Mike onto his back.

Mike grabbed at his throat and coughed as he was surrounded by the two workers, Justin and Austin standing over him.  The looks on their faces - and the fact that it was now four against one - made Mike freeze, waiting for a more opportune time to strike. 

The two construction workers were in dirty blue jeans, grey T-shirts with a logo Mike didn’t recognize and hard hats, their skin was bronzed from long hours working outside on the construction site. They were relatively short but powerfully built - more so than even Mike - and didn’t look like the kind of guys to be trifled with. Even though the inside of the unfinished store was relatively clean aside from the various construction equipment laying about, the two construction workers looked like they had just come in from working outside. It was almost like they had come into the store just to be present when Mike showed up. The realization that something sinister was happening jolted Mike with a wave of adrenaline and he started to bolt to his feet but was stopped before he even got the chance by the two construction workers placing their heavy work boots on his chest. They weren’t applying pressure but Mike was sure they could - and would - crush his lungs like a bug if he tried anything.

“You see, Mike, I told you I needed to knock you down a peg. Lucky for me some of my friends from online agreed. This whole thing is, what would you call it? A setup,” Austin chuckled.

“If you even pretended to read your emails, you would’ve known Project Icarus has been pushed back a week, Tracey is handling the demo. We just needed you here to play with,” 

Austin looked down at Mike as if he was drinking in the sight of the big jock rendered helpless. Mike started to panic as the two workers started leaning their weight into the boots that were pressed against his chest. 

CRUUUNCH

“Christ!” Mike screamed as Austin’s shoe stomped into his modest but fat nuts.

Mike tried to close his legs but he was too slow, Justin reached down and grabbed an ankle in each hand. He hoisted them skyward and was stomping he bulge at their intersection before they were even off the ground. Mike howled and screamed as the modest bulge in his jeans as Justin stomped and grinded his dress shoe into Mike’s package, the handsome executive licking his lips as he felt Mike’s jock nuts flattening into his groin. 

“Feels like stomping grapes!” Justin laughed as he delivered a final devastating stomp.

“Oooooh!” Mike cried out as everyone stepped back and Justin let his legs fall to the ground. 

Mike clutched his junk and curled into a ball, choking back sobs as he calculated the best way out of the situation. He could easily take on any one of them individually, but together it was a bit much. If it had just been fat-ass Austin and Justin, that might have been manageable, since Justin’s gym toned body wouldn’t be enough to compensate for Austin’s clumsiness, but the two studs were the perfect compliment. Mike’s mind was racing when one of the workers grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air. 

Mike’s face instantly started to turn rosy red and he motioned that he couldn’t breath as the worker smirked and walked Mike toward the wall until he was holding his back against it. He slowly lowered Mike to his feet, which greatly reduced the pressure on his neck, but kept a firm grasp on Mike’s throat.

“Do anything stupid, I’ll break your neck,” the worker stated coldly and Mike was sure he wasn’t being hyperbolic.

The second construction worker took a box cutter to Mike’s shirt, sending fabric flying and showing off Mike’s hunky upper body that was covered in short curly black hair. He then knelt down and unzipped Mike’s jeans and pulled them to his feet, followed by his underwear. Mike’s shaved nuts were slightly swollen and bruised from earlier but still looked otherwise fine. His cock was a tiny nub, barely three inches with its oversized head tucked inside his foreskin. Mike’s face flushed with embarrassment as all eyes were on his tiny cock. Everyone was laughing hysterically. To add insult to injury, Austin was pointing and laughing so hard he was crying.

They couldn’t believe that such small equipment was attached to the intersection of such meaty, muscular legs. Mike’s package, that might have looked okay on a smaller guy - or one who wasn’t so overtly masculine - was humorously disproportionate on Mike’s sturdy frame. 

“Wow, God dropped the ball making you!” Mike sneered pointing, “He grabbed everything out of the ‘man-sized’ basket except for your junk, that’s clearly from the ‘child size’ lot!”  

Everyone was roaring with laughter. Suddenly the worker between Mike’s legs grabbed Mike’s exposed ball sack as squeezed viciously while yanking down so far it seemed like he was determined to detach them from Mike’s body. Mike let out a terrified scream and - without thinking - kicked out, knocking the handsome construction worker over. 

“You little shit!” 

The man quickly regained his footing and stood up, reaching down and grabbing Mike’s nuts pulling them upward as he squeezed. Incredibly hard. Mike could feel both of his nuts smashing into each other in his bag as they were forced to compete for less and less space. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as the man mixed up his approach, placing one palm beneath Mike’s nuts and the second above it, clasping his hands together. Mike’s nuts were being sandwiched between the set of strong hands and Mike could feel the callouses pressing into his swollen, flattening balls.

“AAAAAAA!”

The construction worker sneered as he let go of Mike’s nuts; “Who’s next?”

The guy who was holding Mike against the wall by his neck spun him around, wrapping Mike in a powerful bearhug. Mike struggled but was trapped, his dangling nuts exposed to whatever the other three wanted to do. Justin took the opportunity first and reached out and grabbed Mike’s nuts, he gave them a quick sharp squeeze before squatting so that Mike’s crotch was eye level and proceeded to use Mike’s reddening nuts like a speed bag. Mike thrashed and tried to kick out, but it was no use, Justin just dodged the sloppy kicks or laughed off the ones that connected. 

Austin was up next. He didn’t want to risk being kicked by Austin’s powerful legs so had hunted down a long metal rod laying on the floor. Mike’s eyes grew huge with terror.

“What the fuck! Nooo!”

WHOOSH

CRRUUUNCH

Mike blacked out for a second as the impromptu bat connected with his swinging nut sack, slamming into the right side. The bat connected three more times, each time eliciting a higher-octave scream. Austin wasn’t just striking randomly, he always struck from the right, making sure Mike’s right nut was getting the brunt of it, swinging so hard Mike thought his bag was going to burst like a pinata. 

“Stop! Please!”

The worker holding Mike was both impressed and amused at the struggling technician in his grip. Mike was putting up quite a fit but he was no match. To be sure though, the second worker was standing by holding a 2x4 that he would be aiming at Mike’s skull if he happened to escape. 

CRUNCH CRUNCH

Even if he weren’t obese, Austin would have been working up a sweat from the effort he was exerting. Mike’s nuts - or more precisely his right  nut - was being wrecked and the more swollen it got the more excited Austin was getting. Mike could make out his boss's stiffy clearly outlined and hard through his pants. Justin was rubbing his own cock through his slacks and judging by the long strokes it was taking for Justin to cover its entire length, Mike could tell it was quite big.

“That looks fun, let me try!” 

Austin got in one last blow to Mike’s nuts before tossing the metal bar to Justin. Justin gripped it with both hands, took an exaggerated batting stance and let rip with objectively the hardest blow so far. Mike once again suffered a mini-blackout as his overwhelmed mind shut down from the sensation. His right nut felt like it was going to break in two. CRUUUUNCH CRUUUNCH. Mike was writhing and struggling as the two took turns wailing on his balls until they had both worked up a heavy sweat, their cocks raging in their jeans and Mike’s odds of passing on his genetic code were significantly reduced. Through the entire assault, Mike could feel the enormous cock of the guy holding him pulsing against the small of his back.

By the time they were done his sack was a purplish disaster, his nuts were horribly swollen and covered with bruises. The hot construction worker who had been holding him let him fall to his knees but the respite was short. Justin hoisted the exhausted hunk to his feet and walked him over to a work table. There were some small tools and interior sketches for the future store that Austin and Justin brushed casually to the floor. Mike groaned as Justin placed a hand on the back of his head, bent him over the table and slapped Mike’s perky, muscly ass. The handsome executive stepped out of his slacks and spit on his hand, lubing up his throbbing ten inch cock.

“Let me show you what a real cock feels like!”

“Ooooh! Fuuuuuck!” 

Mike’s eyes rolled into his head in a mix of pleasure and pain as every inch of Justin’s cock disappeared into his hairy asshole. The table creaked and groaned as Mike’s asshole was pounded and Justin’s nuts slapped against Mike’s hard ass. Mike was moaning as Justin grabbed his head and pulled back, forcing Mike’s back to arch.

“Oooh!” 

Mike’s prostate was being demolished with each thrust and the two workers stepped out of their jeans and started stroking their truly horse-sized dongs. Mike’s eyes were watering as Justin fucked his ass and Austin used the metal pole like a giant pool cue, poking Mike’s swollen busted sack whilst he was being pounded. Despite himself, Mike felt his cock starting to swell up and after a few moments it was at its full astoundingly disproportionate six inches. 

“Look at it!” Austin roared in laughter.

“Probably why he works out so much. Compensating,” one of the construction workers joked, grabbing Mike’s rock  hard, massive biceps and giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, too bad there isn’t an exercise for that tiny dick,” laughed the other worker who was pumping his cock with both hands and even that didn’t seem like enough coverage.

Justin flooded Mike’s ass and stepped back, his big Black cock still throbbing. Mike crumpled to his knees but was rolled onto his belly by one of the workers. He struggled as the big brute mounted him like a horny dog, Mike’s ass raised in the air. Mike screamed as he felt like he was going to be ripped in half.

“You’re splitting me in half!” Mike pleaded as he felt twelve inches of cock annihilating his insides.

The other worker was next and Justin was about to jump on the train but decided to kick Mike’s dangling nuts instead.

CRRRUUUNCH

“Ooooh!” Mike screamed and collapsed. It felt like his nuts had finally cracked.

The group of men stood over him laughing and mocking him. All of them had stripped down but Mike was clearly too distracted to admire the two construction worker's rocking bodies or Justin’s toned body, and he wasn’t delusional enough to be remotely attracted to his overweight boss despite the fact he was stroking his thick nine incher over Mike’s torso. Mike thought he was going to be the victim of a very messy bukkake as the four moaned, stroking their dicks and admiring the splayed stud on his back, his nuts swollen and purple. 

Austin placed his foot on Mike’s nuts, slowly pressing them into the ground. His weight by itself would have made the crushing devastating but Austin was actively leaning into it, grinding and pressing. He was thoroughly enjoying the feel of the squishy organs becoming less and less round.

“Fuck you!” Mike snorted as he gritted his teeth and tried to hold back giving Austin the satisfaction of a scream.

SPLOTCH

“Oooooooh!” Mike threw his head back and let out a scream so tremendous Austin’s face lit up in evil pleasure. There was a distinct crunching sensation and Austin swore he felt something pop in Mike’s hideously bloated nut sack.

Austin lifted his foot and was about to stomp again when one of the workers walked up with a long piece of plywood.

“Golf?”

“Noooo!” 

WHOOSH CRUSPLOTCH

Mike nearly passed out as the beefy fucker used the plywood like a giant, flat golf club, crushing his plums into his body. His equally beefy friend was next, followed by Justin and Mike. The gang carefully made sure at least four feet were pressing down on Mike at all times, canceling out his increasingly weak attempts to escape. They played the equivalent of a round of golf on Mike’s nuts, nearly turning his birdies into roadkill, but Mike’s cock stayed hard. The four golfers mocked the muscle stud’s small cock relentlessly.

Justin especially liked stroking his large, thick cock over Mike’s face, taunting him with its size.

“Look how small it is, fuck!” Justin joked as he stroked the shit out of his own huge tool. 

“Yeah, like a kid!” one of the workers chuckled, both of his hands busy with his cock.

STOMP

Mike roared in a pain unlike anything he had experienced as one of the workers stomped straight down on his hard cock. 

SNAPPPP

The thick shaft snapped in half and everyone laughed as the worker lifted his foot and stomped down again. The worker had taken off his work boots but it didn’t matter; he was still two-hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle.

“FUCK!”

CRUSPLOTCRUNCH

Mike’s cock was ruined. It had pancaked like an imploding skyscraper, getting shorter and shorter as each ‘floor’ of his cock was crushed into shapeless sludge. By the time the assault was over, Mike’s already small tool was permanently three inches, a blackened nub. Mike was fading out of consciousness but was snapped back to life by a warm, foul smelling stream of liquid splashing his face. Austin was pissing all over his hunky former employee, laughing as Mike inadvertently swallowed a mouthful and  gagged.

“That looked fun,” Justin smirked as he stomped and ground Mike’s crumbling nuts into the ground.

“Try with these!” 

One of the workers tossed one of his heavy Timberland boots to Justin, who slipped it on whilst the contractor put on the other. The two took turns testing out the boot on Mike’s sack, eliciting all manner of castrato screams and pleas for mercy. Mike’s balls were turning black, swollen beyond believe and felt much less firm.

“Look, they’re almost normal size!” Austin laughed, punting Mike’s now-egg-sized balls with his toe.

Everyone laughed and stepped back, allowing Mike to roll onto his stomach, clutching his balls and trying desperately to calculate a way out of this nightmare. His bronze muscular back was a masterwork of male perfection, glistening with dirt and sweat, the exact opposite of Austin’s grossly overweight body. He placed his foot on the middle of Mike’s back like a foot stool and pressed down hard.

“Ooooh!” Mike screamed. He thought his back was breaking as it arched reflexively.

“Fucking piece of shit!” Austin shouted as he stomped into Mike’s back, forcing his body to flatten out.

Mike collapsed onto his belly and Justin reached down and lifted his legs into the air.

“Please...” Mike cried out weakly. Justin just laughed.

CRUNCH

Justin stomped onto Mike’s cock, further destroying it. The four took turns on Mike’s cock until there was a sick terminal crunch and his cock lost all hope of ever functioning normally. Mike was nearly out of it, still struggling against their holds but not really much of a challenge at that point. 

He vaguely remembered being dragged over to another work bench in the unfinished store. Justin was holding his limp body up from behind and the two workers had positioned his bruised, dangling nuts into a huge woodworking vise. The commercial-grade vice would have been overkill for entirely intact balls, let alone Mike’s jelly-like orbs. Mike begged and struggled so hard that Austin had to help Justin keep him in place. The two construction workers closed the vice with purposeful slowness, thoroughly enjoying every second as Mike’s balls got flatter and flatter.

POP

“OOOOOOOH!” Mike thought he was going to lose his mind as a disgusting crunch signaled the end of his right nut.

The abused thing had gotten too flat and had split like a grape in the bag. The vice was further closed, deliberately slow and the two gave a vivid play by play of the front row view they had of the end of Mike’s family line. 

“Oh, it’s getting so flat! Looks like it’s gonna burst!”

“Yeah, I can’t believe it hasn’t popped by now!”

Mike’s left nut was a tough fucker, getting impossibly flat before Austin called out for them to stop tightening the vice and release Mike’s sack. They looked at Austin quizzically but were confident that whatever sick idea Austin was cooking up was going to be worth watching.

They threw Mike on his back and he barely reacted. In his mind he was still fighting back, but in reality his lumbering muscles were barely twitching. Austin grabbed Mike’s right hand and admired its size and power.

“I bet this can do some damage!” Austin said in genuine admiration. 

He placed Mike’s hand over his half-empty sack and pressed down as hard as he could, both of his hands stacked on top of Mike's. Mike moaned weakly as his nut was flattened under his own hand and even in his diminished capacity could make out in gross detail every small pop and splish as the membranes around his nut started to crack. He struggled to move his hand, clawing at Austin with his free hand, but Justin and the two workers held him in check. There was a big crunch and Mike’s eyes opened as adrenaline flooded his body. His left nut - his LAST nut - was starting to crack! He had to do something. The terrified buck suddenly sprang  to life, pulling at the men holding him down with renewed vigor, thrashing and nearly escaping but Austin was still forcing Mike’s hand to squash his own nut.

The closer Mike’s beefy seed pod came to spilling all over the floor the more frantically he fought back. SPLISH. Mike pleaded and screamed. CRUNCH. The workers tasked with holding down one of Mike’s legs was actually knocked back by the bucking stud. But it was no use. Mike’s strong hand was fighting a battle with his left nut that was now literally as flat as a pancake.

Mike’s hand won.

SPLOOOOOSH

Mike blacked out as the left side of his scrotum split open and a chunk of his ruined nut squirted out. 

“Ooops!” Austin feigned surprise.

“You got a little something on your hand,” he laughed as he pressed Mike’s hand further toward the ground, causing more of his sack’s contents to squirt out all over his palm.

“Time of the finale!” Justin announced to cheers...

Fantasy Castration Services: 1 & 2 (Best Birthday Ever / The Dinner)

In late 2020 I published a series called Rupture Fest where readers submitted their names and photos so they could star in ball-destroying contests; you can see the line-up here that links to those stories. The Rupture Fest event was run by a shadow organization that made all the contraptions, found all the volunteers and cleaned up all the splattered testicles... An anonymous fan took the concept of a secret organization dedicated to castrating willing volunteers in creative ways and wrote an entire series called Fantasy Castration Services! 

I’m going to publish parts 1 and 2 today with 3 and 4 coming later with additional installments through 2023 and possibly 2024. I really hope you enjoy them and please leave feedback in the comments, I know he'll appreciate it. 

Also, I have retroactively updated the Rupture Fest series to include explicit references to Fantasy Castration Services so that his work is officially part of the Cracked Nuts Ball Busting Universe! This is a perfect opportunity to remind you that I'm always open to publishing guest work!

Part 1: Best Birthday Ever

It was the happiest day of Ian’s life.

It was their 19th Birthday and his best friends Owen and Max had gotten him the best birthday present they could think of, castration.

He’d always hated his testicles, they were large filling in what for most guys would be a roomy sac, but on him it was uncomfortable. They had no swing and when he sat he had to keep his legs spread or they’d get squashed. His large cock he liked but his nuts. No. Just no.

Ian, Owen and Max were inseparable, they’d grown up together, all only children of parents who loved them provided for them, but had to work so many hours to make ends meet didn’t see them as much as they wanted to. By coincidence they also shared their birthdays, all of their parents agreed they might as well have been triplets 

Only a year prior Ian told the other two that he wanted to “lose his nuts”. They had been confused, didn’t understand why but had looked things up, learnt the word castration and helped Ian find the language he needed to explain.

That year, Owen and Max had sat Ian down and asked him to write down how he wanted to be castrated. Embarrassed he’d written something simple, his friends looking over his shoulder encouraged him. Telling him if he really wanted to be castrated no holds barred, how would he want it done? Eventually crying, he wrote it down. His friends hugged him. Told him it was all ok, they were always there for him.

Owen and Max had found out about Fantasy Castration Services (FCS), the same people who ran Rupturefest. For men who had a specific castration fantasy but couldn’t make it to Rupturefest, FCS made the outcall service free but they would record all the details. They had a catalog for their clientele who could buy the video of the men being castrated as they wanted. 

They also kept a list of their clientele’s fantasies of how they would like to destroy testicles and if they had any matches there was a quite absorbent fee where the watchers could be in on the action.

The friends had brought Ian’s fantasy to FCS and asked if they would do it. FCS had a strict age policy. The boys said OK, could it be a birthday present for Ian’s 19th?  FCS was delighted to run this special party for them.

Owen and Max had told all their parents they had a special surprise party planned. They had met with their parents early to celebrate and have cake etc. Then dragged a surprised Ian off, he had no idea what was coming.

They headed across town to an apartment, Max let them in with the key he’d been given. Inside was a slightly older guy, maybe early to mid twenties.

“Hi boys. I’m Alex, I’ll be looking after you today and you must be Ian.” 

Alex stuck out his hand and Ian shook it.

“Happy birthday Ian, this is a present from Owen and Max. We’ll be castrating you today.”

Ian couldn’t believe his ears. He looked from Max to Owen to Max as they nodded encouragingly.

“Seriously? You guys arranged for me to be castrated?”

He grabbed the two others in a bearhug.

“Best. Friends. Ever.”

As they let go Alex spoke up while passing them a glass each.

“Drink up. OK before we get to the paperwork a few things, I’m a trained medical technician specializing in castration and we have a full medical team and surgical set up in the apartment across the hall. We’re here to castrate you the way to be castrated but there are some things that need to be done afterwards for your health and well being.”

The three boys nodded.

“And just so you know I understand how important this day is for you.”

Alex pulled his trousers down; he had a large cock hanging limply between his legs. He moved it out of the way so the boys could see the smooth skin where his sac should have been. The three boys gawped.

“I had mine done two years ago at the closing ceremony of Rupturefest 2020.”

The boys had heard rumors of Rupturefest, the number and depravity of the castrations there.

“My old man and I got it done together on stage in front of an audience like we wanted.”

“Your dad did it with you?”

“Yep he’d wanted it done for years but didn’t go through with it, when I told him I wanted to be done he decided to get it done with me so I wouldn’t feel alone. Everyone always said I was the spit of him and he joked I wouldn’t be the spit of him anymore if he still had his.”

“But that isn’t what made it so special for us, someone had overheard us talking backstage just before we went on saying it’d be fun to wake up with the other’s empty sac in our hand.” 

“Whoever overheard us made it happen. After our nuts were destroyed and we’d passed out. They took us to the medical room and cleaned out our sacs then positioned us with our hands over the other’s scrotum. I woke up after my old man, to him feeling my empty sac and me feeling his.”

“A few weeks later we went back and had our scrotums removed together, had them turned into leather pouches and gave them to each other. “

Alex took out a necklace with a leather pouch attached.

“You don’t have to do anything like that. I’m telling you this because I know what this means to you and I want you to know we will do any after service work you need.”

“OK, It’s your special day, would you like me to cover up or do you want me to fully undress so you can see what things are like afterwards?”

Ian looked to the other two for help.

“Don’t look at us.” Said Owen. “It’s your gift, do what you want.”

“Take them off.” Ian said meekly, embarrassed by the request in front of his friends.

Max and Owen saw, looked at each other, nodded and simultaneously stepped either side of Alex and pulled his t-shirt off. Pushed Alex onto a chair, pulled his shoes off and then his trousers.

“No embarrassment Ian, we want it to be perfect for you.” Max smiled at his friend.

Alex moved some papers over the counter. 

“Sign these. This states you’re at least 18 and legally allowed to make decisions for yourself. This is your contract with us stating you consent to be filmed and for us to sell the footage, we’ll also send you the footage if you want it. You don’t have to decide that now. And this form is for medical, for today and any after service care you need.”

Ian signed both copies of each. Alex took one copy and put it in a folder with a bunch of others. The other copies he put in a plain blue folder stamped with the initials FCS and Ian’s name underneath. 

“We’ll drop these off with you when we get you home. There’s also a card in there with a contact number if you need aftercare. As well as some brochures and medical information as to options of what to do next and resources. All good?”

Ian nodded.

“Okay, why don’t you three sit on the couch. Tell us about yourselves and why you’re doing this.”

Alex liked the interview. It made him feel closer to his clients and also the clientele who would buy the footage later often liked more detail about the man they were about to watch be ruined.

“OK, why don’t you boys take your clothes off and get hard.”

The three stood up and stripped.

“Wow. All three of you are nicely hung.”

Ian in the middle was about 12 inches, not too girthy, with his large hated balls resting on the couch. Max on the left was the “smallest” 8 inches and thicker than Ian’s, his nuts were slightly smaller and his scrotum tighter. Owen however was enormous 14 inches and thicker than either of the others with testicles larger than the other two put together.

“Real pussy wreckers.” Alex laughed.

All three boys blushed.

“Oh you guys haven’t ever?”

“No, we haven’t.”

“Well thank you for allowing me to join you for this special occasion.”

Alex knelt forward between Ian’s knees and took something from under the couch. It looked like a clear plexiglas ball crusher but where the screw would usually be on the four corners were a mechanism.

Alex put Ian’s cock and balls through the hole in the bottom of the device.

“Now when I attach the top plate it’ll click in place and from then on I can’t remove it even if I want to. This is your last chance to back out, no harm no foul if you do.”

“Do it, please.” Ian’s cock twitched and Alex brought the top plate down over it and it snapped into place. Alex then took some wires from the machine and rubbed them up the length of the underside of Ian’s cock.

“OK, who’s next?”Asked Alex.

Ian looked confused as Max said.

“Do me.”

Alex started repeating the process on Max.

“Max. What? No.”

“It’s ok Ian. You remember last year we asked you to write out your perfect castration fantasy?”

“Yeah, but that’s my fantasy, you guys never wanted to be castrated.”

“We don’t but we wanted to give you the perfect castration you really wanted. Besides some friends get tattoos or whatever together we’re getting castrated together.”

Alex looked at Max.

“Last chance to pull out.”

Ian lunged to stop Alex but Owen pulled him back as the top snapped shut.

“But you guys didn’t sign the paperwork. They have to sign the paperwork, don’t they Alex?”

“They do.” Confirmed Alex.

“We snuck out last night after midnight and met Alex to sign all the paperwork.”

Alex started working on Owen’s crotch but had some difficulty getting his large orbs through the hard plastic.

“No need to be gentle with them Alex. It’s not like they get to protest for long,” joked Owen.

Alex rammed the first testicle through, Owen doubled over in pain.

Ian’s cock twitched and Max laughed.

“Don’t worry lads sack tapping won’t be a problem for much longer.”

“But you guys want kids, I know you both want them.”

That’s already sorted.” Replied Alex. “We arranged for the boys to visit a sperm bank and make a deposit. We work with several here and they waved the usual age restriction as a favor for us. 

“Max, what’s up?” Ian had noticed a strange look on Max’s face.

“I didn’t make the deposit.” He admitted. “It just didn’t seem right, like I was cheating on the castration. I want you to know I’m in this all the way with you.”

“You too? Huh. I felt the same. Didn’t make the deposit either.”

“Why didn’t you say?”

“Didn’t want to make you feel like you had to. Didn’t want to pressure you into it.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you either.”

“Guys seriously. You don’t have to do this.”

“You're right we don’t have to, we want to. We want to do this with you. We want to be the same as you, the three of us together.”

The three boys hugged.

“OK boys. The electrodes I attached to your dicks are connected to the ball crushers which in turn are wirelessly connected to each other. So when one of you orgasms it measures the length and intensity and that will move the plates together. The longer and more intense the orgasm the closer it will move the plates. The drink I gave you when you came in had some chemicals in it to keep you hard.”

“I was wondering why I’d been stiff for so long.”

“Start jerking off and enjoy them, they’re your last orgasms ever.”

All three boys started stroking their cock furiously as Alex stepped well back so as not to be in the frame for any of the cameras.

It took only three strokes to Ian to have his first orgasm. He spurted so hard he hit the ceiling, the second cum rope didn’t go as high and came down with a splat across Owen’s chest. The third got Max and forth and final went across his own face and chest.

As Owen came, making sure to splatter his friends with the last of his possible children the ball crushers were starting to put pressure on each of their testicles but nothing painful yet.

“Here it comes.” Gasped Max as he came over his friends.

“Dude you got some in my mouth.” declared a somewhat shocked Owen.

“How did your no-longer nieces and nephews taste?” Joked Max.

“Find out for yourself.” Owen leaned over and pointed his throbbing cock at Max’s face just as he reached his second orgasm.

Max opened his mouth intending to close it before the cum hit his face but wasn’t fast enough. A thick rope of cum half landed in his mouth. He spluttered

“Tastes like crying unborn babies.”

The panes of the vice were about halfway closed and the boys were in obvious pain. It only made Ian’s dick twitch harder. He started cumming again.

“Ahhh, I think I felt one crack” Owen moaned.

The other two looked at his plexiglas box out of curiosity while they kept stroking.

“I can’t see anything. Wait no it’s bruising damn quick.” Ian moaned “FUUCk! I think one of mine went too.”

Max started to cry, “I didn’t think it’d hurt this much, Ahhhh. I think lefty just bit it.”

Alex spoke for the first time since they had started jerking off.

“I think there’s only one orgasm left. Who wants it?”

“Together?” Asked Ian.

“Together.” They confirmed.

Despite their pain they edged until they all nodded and had a last joint orgasm. It was so intense the boxes rammed home to less than a millimeter apart.

All three boys howled as the cum was forced out of their crushed balls spurting over them like thick gooey rain. Pink then darker pink. Alex was sure he could see little bits of crushed testicle forced out of their dribbling cocks.

They collapsed only half conscious as the plates of vice were released. Alex quickly moved to remove them and Owen’s came off far easier than it went on.

In a haze the boys felt their near scrotums, squishy. Then they felt each others.

“Oh good we’re still the same.” a befuddled Max.

“So much for our parent’s grandkids.” Smirked Owen.

“Best birthday ever.”

Part 1.5: Interlude

Alex was sitting at his desk wearing only his necklace with a leather pouch on it as usual. His legs apart while his large cocked rested lazily between his legs. He loved this position as he could really feel the lack of testicles between his legs which used to push his dick up higher. He also loved the feeling of the leather pouch, which used to be his father’s scrotum resting on his chest.

He had a small stack of files each of which was some man’s or men’s castration fantasy. Each very different and exciting.

The Management hadn’t been too sure when Alex approached them for the idea of Fantasy Castration Services being offered to men outside of Rupturefest. They hadn’t wanted to lose access to the many men wanting to be violently castrated in front of a crowd for Rupturefest but Alex explained that the men signing up for FCS’s intimate at-home services were in a different client pool than the ones who wanted it done in front of a salivating crowd at Rupturefest. Long story short, there were plenty of nuts to go around.

While the first few castrations had gone well the sales of the films hadn't really done that well. 

They were consistent sellers, enough to cover the outlay of setting things up with a bit of profit but nothing huge.

Then two things happened. Hal had mastered some new video editing software and the trio. Ian, Max and Owen. Three adorable young men having their nuts turned to pulp on their birthday.

Bill, his camera guy had outdone himself with multiple cameras around the room trained on each boy and some on all three as well as micro spy cameras in the workings of the ball crushers so you could watch their testicles destroyed up close. 

Hal had learned new software that could split the screen in four, each quarter was a close up of one of the three boys and the last a group shot. You could tap each quarter and make it a single window to watch a particular part in detail and you could flip between the different camera angles at your leisure getting the views you wanted, not what some editor decided was the best shot. As well as there being enough camera angles that each time you watched it looked like something fresh and different.

Sales had shot through the roof and the Management had offered Alex a nice corner office and a massively increased budget as it was sold to many who hadn’t gone to a Rupturefest and demand for tickets to the next event had skyrocketed as well.

Alex had said yes to the budget but asked to be left to run FCS as he saw fit. So long as the sales stayed good the Management was happy to let Alex do his thing.

Alex looked up from the file he was reading and hit the intercom.

“Brent?”

“Yes boss?”

“I’ve just finished reading an interesting file. Get your boys together. I need you to work out what’s the toughest glass we can get our hands on. Oh and a tank.”

“Boss?”

“I know. But it’s what the client wants.”

“I’ll be out of the office for the rest of the day, I have to attend a dinner party.”

“Righto boss. Send me that file and I’ll see what we can do.”

Part 2: The Dinner

Alex arrived at the apartment a good hour before the host  would arrive, the guests would be about two hours later.. Checking everything was ready. Bill, Zack and Dave had worked their magic again. 

Bill was the camera guy, the cameras around the apartment weren’t noticeable. Zack the sound guy was a plain wizard. The hidden mics picked up every sound, nothing would be missed. 

Dave was the lighting guy, all the extra lighting needed to give the professional quality to the filming was tastefully blended into the furnishings and not intrusive. 

They were now in the apartment next door making sure everything would be recorded in as much detail as possible.

Marshall was in the apartment across the hall which was a fully outfitted medical center that would be there to deal with the necessities, his team were on standby.

Pierre was a specialty chef flown in to help the host prepare dinner, he was in the kitchen prepping the food.

The door opened and a cute young man in his early twenties came in, short brown hair, clean shaven, a nice jawline and smile to die for.

“Alex?” He asked almost hoping there would be no reply.

“I’m here.” He replied walking into the hall.

The young man broke down in tears.

“I don’t want to do this. I want to keep my balls. I want to have kids.” he sobbed.

Alex put his arm around the young man. Due to the nature of their services, Alex and his crew were used to guys getting cold feet at the last minute and even though they loved their jobs and need the fresh content the FCS crew would never pressure or guilt someone to change his mind should he choose to back out at the last minute. Management realized that the shows were more enjoyable for everyone involved (not to mention easier to arrange since they weren't having to literally abduct guys to provide the balls) after they abandoned the forced participation of Rupturefest 2013 and switched to strictly-volunteer only, an improvement Alex had spearheaded.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to. We never accept men being coerced into this. It’s your choice and your choice alone.”

“Even after you set this all up?”

“You can walk out the door right now, or just enjoy the night with your friends and we'll leave. All the food and drinks, all the cookware, it's yours to enjoy. No penalties, no hard feelings."

Alex gave Anton a genuine smile, fully expecting the scared young hunk to back out.

“But I bet the team. I can’t welch on a bet with the team.”

“I’m sure they won’t really force you to go through with it and find a different penalty, one that isn’t as permanent.”

“No. No. I won’t be known as a welcher. I’d rather be a balless wonder, than a welcher.”

He pulled himself together.

“You still got all my paperwork?”

“Of course.”

“Ok, let’s do it..."

“This way to the kitchen then.” Alex led the young man in.

“Pierre, this is Anton, the host for tonight’s dinner party. Anton, this is Pierre, he's a five star specialty chef. We know you want to do the cooking yourself, Pierre is here to advise and make sure the food is perfect.”

“Bonjure Anton. Thank you for allowing me to help prepare tonight’s repast. I will remain as unobtrusive as possible and once the cooking is done I will leave so as not to intrude on this special evening.”

“Um thanks. Are you?”

“Mais Oui. Would you like to see?”

Anton nodded and Pierre opened his trousers and lowered them. His crotch was totally smooth except for a small hole. Anton stared confused.

“I had my testicles removed ten years ago for my wedding. My husband was so happy and grateful for the wedding gift. Afterwards I did not like my saggy scrotum so I had it removed a few months later. I had my penis removed only two months ago for our tenth wedding anniversary.”

“You did that for him?”

“Mais oui. We love each other very much.”

“So that’s my future?”

“Non, this was my choice for me. Your choices are yours alone. After tonight, if you wish you can have substitutes put in that would make it look like you still have testicles. It is your body you can do with it as you wish.”

Anton hugged Pierre.

“Thank you, I really needed to hear that.”

“Let’s get started cooking.”

“Very well.” Pierre handed Anton an apron.

Anton looked at it for a moment.

“You know what, I got a better idea.”

Anton pulled off his clothes and threw them to Alex.

“Can you put those somewhere? I can't get them. I don’t want to get cold feet.”

Anton wasn’t big but nicely muscled, a dark tan covering his torso to his waist which changed sharply to a pasty white as far as his mid-shin. He had a pert hairless butt and a 4 inch circumcised cock under some neatly trimmed pubes. The real stars were his massive gonads, each was the size of a large chicken egg.

Anton and Peirre got to work in the kitchen.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. Alex opened it to find four puzzled looking guys about the same age as Anton.

“Gentlemen, please come in. Anton is in the kitchen.”

The four men filed past Alex and his directions to the kitchen.

“Dude pants!”

“My party, my dress code. Besides, I want you to see the desert before you eat it.”

Anton grabbed his full scrotum and shook it at his friends.

They all laughed, clapped each other on the back and settled into good natured banter. Alex watched, he was good at reading people.

Hugh was a little shorter than Anton, dark hair and a rim of facial hair around his jawline and an infectious smile. 

Dough was the tallest at 6’ 4” blonde hair, and a soft jaw that made him less intimidating than he otherwise might have been. He was built like a brick shithouse and took every chance he could to snatch glances at Anton’s pert butt.

Howie was the shortest at 5’ 4” he had a barrel chest with dark hair on his chest sticking over the top of his t-shirt. His head was a mass of dark curls.

Rob, in a group of good looking guys stood out. Fiery red hair and neat trimmed beard, piercing gray eyes that seemed to take in everything. He was the group leader Alex guessed. Rob noticed Alex watching everyone the way he did and nodded. 

“First course is ready, if you’d kindly make your way to the table.” declared Anton.

They moved to the table and sat down. Rob noticed there were only 4 place settings and looked at Anton.

“Okay what’s really going on here Anton?”, Rob demanded in a calm yet serious tone.

“I’m paying off my bet.”

“Which bet?”

“I bet against our team getting into the quarter finals of the city soccer league. We got into the final.”

“I’d forgotten you did that. Damn. You remembered it.” Rob laughed.

The other guys hadn’t remembered either.

“I remember every bet I make and I always pay up. So it is a four course meal for you guys.”

Anton obviously had worked tables before as he served dinner, with impeccable precision. He made sure all the drinks were kept full as the evening wore on. The guys at the table got more raucous and Dough even copped a handful of Anton’s bubble butt much to the amusement of the other guys who thought it was just funny.

It was time for dessert. Pierre brought in a cutting board with some of the sharpest knives he owned, a stand alone burner lit with a heating pan, a bottle of red wine, a bowl and some utensils.

“And now gentlemen for the highlight of the night. Desert. As per the bet it will be my thinly sliced testicles fried in red wine topped with a sauce of my last orgasm and hope for children.”

The guests laughed at the joke and hollered as Anton started stroking his cock in front of them, not yet realizing how serious Anton was. They started giving lewd suggestions and women he should think of to make him cum faster.

He nodded at Pierre who got the bowl in front of his cock just in time to catch the first spurt. Anton’s moan of ecstasy surprised even himself. Hugh and Howie started giving him marks out of 10. Dough had one hand under the table, Alex was pretty sure he was stroking himself. 

Rob went very quiet.

“You're serious aren’t you?” 

“Of course I lost the bet, I pay the debt.”

“Dude. we’re not going to eat your nuts.”

“You don’t have to, I just have to serve them up.”

The fact that Anton was serious had finally penetrated the alcohol and lust of the rest of the table.

“Dude no way.”

“You can’t do this.”

“We were drunk and high when we made that bet.”

“I don’t even remember us making the bet, it doesn’t count.”

“GUYS! Relax, you don't have to remember it for it to have happened. I made it, I lost. I pay up. Sit back and enjoy the once in my lifetime show. Alex?”

Alex came forward with a swab and a scalpel. Knelt down in front of Anton.

“What are you doing?” 

Alex looked to Anton who nodded.

“I’m sterilizing the scrotum, it also contains a mild anesthetic so he won’t feel the incisions.”

He wiped Anton’s scrotum thoroughly. And made mirror incisions on the sides then moved back.

Alex put his sac over the cutting board so his friends could clearly see as he squeezed the left side.His naked testicle popped out and flopped onto the cutting board. 

Anton grunted in pain like he had just been sac tapped.

His friends were stunned to silence looking at the testicle.

Anton readjusted his grip on his sac and pushed his right testicle out. Again he grunted as the testicle connected with the chopping board.

He picked up the knife, Pierre at his side.

“Just like we practiced. Swift clean cuts, you don’t want to ruin the meat. I can take over if you need me to. It’ll hurt.”

Anton lined up the knife as he looked at his defenseless right nut.

Lined up the knife and chopped the tip off the testicle. He almost doubled over in pain, only that Pierre and Alex caught him.

“I can’t do it myself.” He gasped. “Pierre please.”

“Of course, mon ami. Rob, would you mind helping hold him please?”

“Can’t you at least give him anesthetic?”

“That would ruin the meat, Anton wishes to give you only the best.”

Rob took Pierre’s place holding Anton. Pierre moved to the other side in front of Alex so Rob would be able to see what was happening.

Pierre lifted the knife and with a chef’s swift practiced smooth skill chopped Anton’s right testicle into thin slices. The howls of agony from Anton would have brought the police knocking if it wasn’t for all the extra soundproofing Alex had gotten added to the apartment.

Alex and Rob held Anton in place as tears of pain rolled down his face. It took him a few minutes to recover. 

Panting “Do the other one.”

“You don’t have to do that, one is more than enough for all of us.”

“DO. IT.”

Pierre swiftly cut Anton’s remaining testicles to slices.

Anton’s screams faded a few minutes after Pierre finished.

His buddies were sober from the shock of watching their buddies' testicles sliced up. 

Like clockwork, Dave swooped in and cauterized the wound with precision. It was clearly not the first time he had done it; Management required every on-site staff member of Fantasy Castration Services to have advanced medical knowledge for obvious reason.

Anton, still supported by Alex, who nodded to Rob to return to his chair, he splashed red wine into the heated pan which brought it to a near instant boil. He picked up the chopping board and slid his sliced nuts into the pan as well. He quickly seared the slices, moved the pan over the stunned footballers’  small plates and divided the contents between them. He picked up the bowl he had cum in earlier and poured it over the sizzling testicle slices like a sauce.

“Gentlemen, a once in-my-lifetime serving of jock testicles, pan seared in red wine with topped with my last chances of ever having kids. Please enjoy.”

“Please eat up.”

His friends looked at the plates in front of them dumbfounded.

“Guys it’s getting cold, I just had my testicles cut up for you guys to eat, you could at least taste them.”

Hugh picked up a slice of testicle with his fork and dipped it in the cum sauce.

Moved it in front of his mouth, stopped for a moment to look at the slice of his friend's testicle at close range. Then put it in his mouth and chewed.

“Dude gross.”

“I can’t believe you just ate nads.”

His eyes lit up.

“Wow. Dude your nuts are amazing. Seriously guys, you have to try them.”

The others did the same. 

“How did we not know this was so good?”

“Anton, you're amazing for letting us do this.”

The four men devoured the desert, going so far as to lick the final bit of sauce from the plates.

They stood up and group hugged Anton. 

“We have to do this again.”

All eyes went to Anton’s empty sac.

Then traded glances at each other.

“Fine,” Rob spoke up. “If we win the league next year I’ll cook mine for you all.”

There was much cheering from the group.

The cameras were turned off an Alex was taken into a spare bedroom for more advanced medical treatment and sedatives. The workers of Fantasy Castration Services never forgot that their clients weren’t just generic husks with testicles attached and they were treated with dignity and respect throughout the process.

“Can I get a card in case we win next year?”

Alex handed him one and Rob gave an odd smile as he turned to leave.