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Monday, October 6, 2025

POPS! Happy Birthday, Jimmy!

 


Twenty year old twins Paul and Scott had a special birthday present lined up for their little brother, Jimmy. Jimmy had always been the runt of the family and the two muscular jocks had been bullying and antagonizing him for as long as Jimmy could remember. Their parents had dismissed the handsome twins' bullying as typical sibling rivalry, mostly because Jimmy had been terrorized into hiding the worst of the abuse from anyone lest his sadistic older brothers lash out at him even more.

It was the night of Jimmy's eighteenth birthday and Paul and Scott easily overpowered their scrawny brother and tied him to his bed spread eagle, his arms tied to the head posts and his legs wide open with his ankles tied to the foot of the bed. Jimmy screamed and begged as his maniacal brothers looked down at the massive orbs resting between his slim toned legs. The terrified teenager's eyes grew huge as Paul and Scott, who were standing on either side of him, pulled out two large rubber mallets with their eyes locked on Jimmy's overgrown ball sack. What Jimmy lacked in physical fitness he more than made up for between his legs; an immense bag packed with a pair of heavy virgin nuts and a fat cock the twins had seen grow nearly nine inches in the shower. Jimmy's beefy double lumps were obvious even when the timid young man tried to hide them with baggy pants making them his brothers' favorite things to beat on. It satiated their barely constrained sadism whilst letting them explore their burgeoning interest in ball busting in a consequence-free way. Consequence-free for them, at least.

"You know, Jimmy, now that you're officially a man, I think we oughta' give you a little test..." Paul sneered as he gently beat his mallet into the palm of his hand.

"Yeah, we're gonna' see how tough these freakishly huge nuts of yours really are!"

Jimmy begged his brothers as they callously lined up their mallets, one each hovering over Jimmy's defenseless young nuts. 

Although the brothers’ faces were always animated with cruel excitement whenever they tormented Jimmy, this time they were especially excited, not even doing a countdown to let Jimmy wallow in fear before slamming their mallets down full force onto his nuts. Jimmy let out a wail of agony as his swollen spuds were mercilessly flattened into his pelvis.

Jimmy’s pulled against the ropes in an instinctual reaction to the overwhelming agony. He tried to focus on a single detail in the room—a stain on the ceiling, a poster on the wall—anything to pull his mind away from the white-hot agony pulsing between his legs, begging that his brothers would finally stop. Despite Jimmy’s frantic thrashing, the twins’ knots were too good and all of Jimmy’s flailing barely did anything to keep his nuts out of range.

The brothers chuckled and joked as they brought their mallets down over and over and over into Jimmy’s fresh sack. Jimmy’s huge testicles were being pummeled nearly flat after each unhinged, ruinous blow and his muscular brothers weren’t holding back an ounce of strength and Jimmy’s balls were quickly losing the battle.

“They say teen nuts are supposed to be the strongest,” Paul joked.

“Well we’re about to see!” 

Jimmy screamed as he felt his tough nuts finally reach their breaking point. The enormous organs were being crushed rapidly nearly flat over and over with zero reprieve. Even after being toughened by years of abuse by Scott and Paul, this session was more than Jimmy's nuts could handle! Jimmy hysterically tried to get free which only made the twins more determined to give Jimmy his big present.

Paul and Scott were frantically trying to see which one of them was going to knock their undersized brother out of the gene pool first, swing after swing methodically wore down the delicate internal structures of his fragile young sack, each over-sized testicle rolling and compressing in a desperate attempt not to pop.

“I wonder which one bursts first?” Paul mused.

“Burst!?”

Jimmy’s eyes went wide as he suddenly realized this wasn’t a typical session. He pulled hysterically at the ropes while his nuts were pummeled permanently flat.

“Let’s make a bet! Let’s see whose splatters the furthest!” Scott laughed.

“Hell yeah, like with that soccer player!” 

The brothers’ were grunting in exertion, each one taking deadly aim at his assigned nut. Jimmy’s bag was an enormous purple and black mound of flesh that looked like it was going to rupture at any moment.

CRUNCH

“Oooooo!”

Jimmy screamed as his right nut cracked.

Jimmy’s oversized teen testicle couldn’t resist the nonstop impacts and its tough fibrous outer membranes shattered, spilling the inside of his bag with unspent jizz and broken nut innards.

His left nut didn’t last much longer before its beefy shell didn't just crack. It caved in. Jimmy’s eyes crossed as he felt his nut implode, a permanent mallet-shaped indent in his busted sex pod. But the brothers didn’t stop, they had a bet to settle.

Jimmy’s unused virgin nuts were pounded into meaty pieces, then smaller chunks, abused without limit until they were literal sack sauce, the nearly comatose teenager barely flinching as the room was filled with the wet impact sounds of rubber on flesh. The contents of Jimmy’s bag had been thoroughly destroyed but that only made Scott and Paul more determined to see how big of a mess they could make out of their little brother’s manhood.

What was left of Jimmy’s right nut was the first to go. Paul cackled as the right side of Jimmy’s bag split open and a jet of teenage procreate slurry rocketed out splattering his thigh. 

“Do yours now!”

Paul was egging on his twin as he unleashed the final fateful blows into the left side of Jimmy’s flattened manhood.

SPLAT

Jimmy’s eyes crossed as a gory wave of tendrils and chunks splattered out the left side of his blown open scrotum and landed with an audible wet splat on the wall behind Scott. The two brothers looked at the gooey stain that was slowly oozing down the wall incredulously. They had known Jimmy’s sack was fat but had no idea his bloated nuts had so much pent up pressure.

They gave Jimmy’s ruined nut sack some final strikes, delighting as more and more of its insides splattered out. 

“Happy birthday, Jimmy!” 

Scott laughed as he used his gore-covered mallet against the side of his kid brother’s face, instantly knocking him out.



Friday, November 10, 2023

POPS: Nobalz Gym

Illustrations by Whistle. His blog is here.

It was a typical day at the Nobalz Gym. Nobalz was a small, no-frills establishment in the seedy part of town and the guys who frequented prided themselves for being real macho men. They didn't spend a fortune at the boutique, glossy gyms that attracted young millennials nor did own any expensive home equipment like Peloton bikes or fancy elliptical. The guys who worked out at Nobalz were real man's men who loved working out their tight, muscular bodies in the small, dimly lit and somewhat dank little gym. Something about the place harkened back to an earlier time when 'men were men' and working out was the point, not showing off.

Unfortunately, one day three unrelated, completely disastrous mishaps took place that made the gym truly live up to the phonetic reading of its name 'No Balls'.

Morning: Trevor and the Weights 

Trevor was hot and he knew it. The twenty-five year old was a regular on the body-building competition circuit with his broad, well-toned chest and abs and his tree-trunk legs. Fueling his gains were his enormous baby makers that swung between his thighs. Even though Trevor consciously wore loose-fitting trunks (and nothing else) to work out in, everyone in the gym knew that Trevor's balls were huge; the slightest movement of his torso would make his lemon-sized, low hanging fruits brush against the fabric making an obvious bulge. As usual Trevor swiped his card to let himself into the gym and was pleased to see it was empty. He changed out of his clothes and walked to the free weights area wearing only a pair of baggy white shorts.

His legs were still sore from a punishing workout the day before, so he decided it was time to work his upper body. He worked up a sweat, his pecs glistening, as he worked over muscles most guys weren't even aware existed. He was a real stud. Trevor was so lost in his workout that to this day he doesn't really remember most of what happened next. He was holding a bar with two massive weights on both ends when he decided it just wasn't enough of a challenge. He was going to swap out the weights for heavier ones and had positioned the bar between his legs for leverage whilst he removed the first weight. Suddenly, the other end slipped free - still loaded with weight - and careened toward the floor. It had barely impacted the ground as the end he had been holding rocketed upward like a seesaw. Apparently, the bar itself was quite hefty as it slammed upward knocking into his spuds and crushing them against his pelvis.

 Trevor let out a squeal as he felt the bar - driven by the heavy counterweight - slam into his prize-winning testicles with so much force that they exploded as if he had been stomped. He felt - and heard - his twins' swan song as they erupted in his sack. 

"Ooouh!" he screamed in a deep bellow as he fell to the floor clutching his nuts. To his horror he felt a warm, gooey substance as hands plunged into his shorts. 

My.. balls... he thought as he blacked out.



Afternoon: Jake - The Treadmill

Jake came into the club several hours later, after Trevor had been rushed to the hospital and the mess was cleaned up. He laughed at the stories guys were telling in the locker room about the incident since clearly their graphic depictions were far worse than reality. They're just exaggerating, Jake thought as he sundered toward a treadmill. Jake was young, beefy stud who decided he was going to work out his massive legs with a brutal uphill run on the treadmill.

The cocky jock set the incline to maximum and the speed to just above what he could stand and started running. After a few miles he was dripping with sweat, but the extreme incline and speed was starting to catch to even his strong legs and he was starting to fall backward. No problem, he though, as he tied his wrist band around the treadmill's controls - tethering him in place - and forcing him to run fast enough to keep up. He smiled as he turned up the speed until his legs were blur. He was running faster and faster... until he wasn't.

"Fuck!"

Jake lost his footing and fell on his ass onto the rapidly moving treadmill. Ordinarily he would have just tumbled off, been laughed at by the other guys, and continued on with his day. But since his wrist was still tied to the control panel he was forced into a sitting position, squashing his fat nuts in the process.

"Shit! Help!"

Jake cried out and his eyes crossed as he felt his huge nuts crushed under his gym-hewn ass.  Jake tried desperately to turn off the machine with his trapped hand but only succeeded in turning up the speed to maximum. There was a loud whirring sound as the treadmill motor spun at maximum speed. Suddenly Jake realized the fabric of his shorts - and his nuts - were stuck in the treads. The beefy stud's full weight was pressing down on his boys from the top as the treadmill raced underneath, pressing them in place. They were trapped and the conflicting forces were starting to wear down on them. 

"FUCK!" Jake screamed as he felt his shorts starting to rip. Suddenly his bare nuts tumbled out and a flap out of his scrotum and get stuck in the treadmill. His balls wanted to follow the treadmill, but his ass resting on top of them prevented them from moving. 

Jake wailed as his scrotum was pulped like a cheese grater until the pressure was just too much and his sack erupted open in a shocking, huge spray. Jake passed out, still stuck in place, as the treadmill ran underneath him. The more of his nut's guts were extruded from his sack, the lower his ass got to the treadmill. His ball were being shredded and flattened at the same time. Finally, a panicked fellow gym bro recovered from his shock enough to unplug the machine but by then it was too late. Jake's kids were splattered all of the treadmill.



Night: Clay and the Splits

Clay was a hulking stud who stopped by the gym at nights after work. It fit into his busy schedule and allowed him to avoid the crowds of the day. Clay hardly noticed the 'out of order' sign placed on one of the treadmills as he made his way to the locker room and put on his tight yellow underwear and tight white shirt. Clay was extremely proud of his ridiculously massive package and thick legs which were hugged by the fabric leaving little to the imagination. His shirt clung to his abs, perfectly outlining his chest and pecs. He stopped to admire himself in the mirror as he made his way to the empty free weight area.

Today Clay was going to work on his dead lifting, where he would raise a heavily weighted bar from a squatting position over his head in one motion. It was the ultimate show of strength as he heaved increasingly heavy loads over his head. He could tell that a few of the guys in the otherwise empty gym were stopping to admire him and the adoration drove Clay crazy. He couldn't help but start to get hard as he winked at the gathering crowd who were amazed as Clay dead-lifted more and more weight with less and less effort. It was incredible to watch his Adonis body as every muscle flexed effortlessly under the strain.

One of the watching guys couldn't help but whistle at the footlong erection growing in Clay's shorts as he lifted. The guy was cute, Clay thought, and he was imagining how hot it would be to bend the equally-hunky jock over a weight bench and plow his brains out. The head of Clay's cock was now sticking out of the waistband of his shorts and was leaking so much precum onto the floor that for a moment the watching men thought he was pissing. 

The handsome dark haired stud Clay had eyes on was hard as a rock as he watched Clay's cock leak like a faucet as Clay stopped to add even more weight to the bar. The handsome guy watching him winked as Clay rose the bar over his head... and slipped. His overactive cock had added to the layers of sweat and grit on the floor and Clay's left foot gave out from under him. He tried to balance himself but the weight he was holding over his head forced him to the ground. He didn't want to risk dropping the weight uncontrolled and hurting himself, but before he could think of a better plan Clay found himself falling to the splits. Clay was not that agile. He felt something tear in his groin as he landed in a perfect - though painful - splits. His husky weight combined with the weight he was holding with devastating effecting. He had landed on his free-swinging nuts and his bubble butt landed on them with so much force that they fractured slightly in the bag. It was like a violent kick to his unprotected junk.

As Clay sat in silence the watching men erupted into laughter. Like a mob, they descended on Clay. At first he thought they were going to help him up but to his horror, they grabbed his torso and the weight bar and lifted him slightly before slamming him onto the ground, crushing his nuts under his ass. They repeated the assault over and over until a thick, gooey paste formerly known as Clay's nuts plastered the ground. Clay, barely conscious, looked up at the handsome man he had been wanting to fuck - his dick raging hard.

"Guess that's why they call it 'no balls' gym!" he laughed as he and the others left a defeated Clay to crumple into a pile.



Friday, August 11, 2023

POPS: Elevator Action



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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


“Shit!”


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


“Christ!”


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


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


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


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


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


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


“Nooo!”


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


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


BLOOSH


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


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


“HOLY FUCK!”


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


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


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



Illustrations by Whistle ;)




Friday, January 27, 2023

POPS: The Pile Up

  





What was supposed to be a friendly match between two rival college fraternities devolved into complete chaos with only seconds left on the clock. The small field, barely large enough to even host an American football game in the first place, was littered with a pile of mangled, moaning frat boys, gore and shattered family trees. It was such a complete disaster that several of the first responders added insult to injury by losing their lunches all over the crumpled heap of male flesh. It was the result of an incident that would go down in urban legends as simply The Pileup.

It had been a heated game and the guys were becoming more and more aggressive leading up to The Pileup; with the players - who were only wearing helmets and tight pants and shirts for protection - becoming increasingly rough. Before The Pileup, several players had to be taken out of the game due to brutal injuries. One senior suffered a broken leg, another had a likely concussion. But all of the players lucky enough to have left the game before The Pileup would look back and consider their relatively mild injuries to be a Godsend.

It was the last few moments of the game. The score was tied. Every player on the field was battered and bruised and more than a few low-blows had probably already culled the gene pool. Since it was a casual match, there weren't spectators to witness the ridiculous calamity, but the game was being photographed by a pledge named Aleksi, whose camera captured the moment everything went to complete shit; through all the chaos the amateur photographer captured The Pileup it all of its testicle-splattering glory.

Several players - or at least their ruined junk - could be seen in the iconic photograph. First up were Trevor and River. The two sophomores had been running toward each other toward a wild pile of bodies in the middle of the field when they collided. Trevor had tried to jump over Wojciech when he collided spread-leg with River. River's fist had been outstretched and the beefy player's mass was just too much for Trevor's unprotected gonads.


BLOOOSH

Trevor - whose legs were straddling River mid-air - let out a horrified gasp as he felt his sack burst in his pants, covering River's hand in chunky sack sauce. The combined force of the inertia from his muscular body colliding with River's fist was just too much for them to take and they explosively burst into a gory slurry. 

CROOOOSH

River's fist was still annihilating Trevor's eggs when he felt a stupendous, unbelievably crushing pain in his own crotch. Someone in the pile had slammed their helmet into his own crotch, instantly rupturing the two goose-egg sized nuts. Though they weren't as destroyed as Trevor, the impact guaranteed that the only way River would ever be a dad was through adoption. Mean while in the riot of bodies, Wojciech, who had been trying to tackle River ended up being knocked onto Fred, an attractive senior whose ass was arced in the air. Wojciech's face was slammed into Fred's rock-hard ass, stunning him and making him open his mouth in surprise before immediately biting down full strength from the force of Trevor landing on his back. The results of Fred were as messy as they were devastating. ..

SPLORTCH

Fred's barely-clad bulge was bisected by Wojciech who let out a loud scream that made his mouth open so wide his jaw cracked before slamming shut. Over and over. Fred's manhood exploded like huge grapes inside Wojciech's mouth, covering the horrified red-head's face with gore. And the only reason Wojciech was screaming was because...

CRUUUNCH

Trevor, in midair, his balls ruined and desperate to grab onto something, had clutched Wojciech's balls through his uniform and had clutched them as hard as he could. Unfortunately for Wojciech, Trevor's already massive arms were even more powerful due to the rush of adrenaline and Wojciech's testicles exploded in his pants, filling Trevor's closed fist with a disgusting goo.

Meanwhile Clint, a muscular senior, found himself head over heels in the pile, his legs in the air and wide spread which left his exposed balls open to Justin's grip. Justin, who had tried desperately to stop as he ran toward the chaos, had reached out and grasped Clint's huge nuts. The enormous organs bulged and squeezed in Justin's panicked grip until...

RIIIIP

Clint's balls were liberated from his body, mostly whole in Justin's grip, as Justin let out a tremendous howl of absolute terror. The horror and pain that came from a young man who knew his family line had ended...

BLOOOOSH

Justin blacked out. In his attempt to avoid the pile up, Justin tried to leap but it wasn't enough. His bulging crotch was crushed between Trevor and River's colliding helmets with devastating effect. Trevor and River's helmets actually cracked from the force and Justin's bulge might as well have been in a vice. His sack flattened way beyond the red line in a fraction of a second, causing the bag to burst - sending on of his nuts flying into the air, extruded from his sack like a pimple being popped. His other nut pulverized, showering River and Trevor's helmet with goop. 

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the pile was poor Seth. The handsome footballer felt a terrible pain in his crotch as his balls were crushed flatter and flatter and flatter by Fred, a player who had stumbled over him. Seth lay on his back, buried by guys and unable to get up, as the falling Fred's fist  slammed into Seth's nuts. The force of Fred's fist multiplied by the weight of the pile was just too much for Seth's nuts which didn't simply crack, they literally exploded. Fred felt the warm gooey mixture filling his meaty fist and splattering Seth's spread thighs.

Peter, a burly jock, had been knocked head over heels in the chaos and as he was falling Fabian, another player buried in the pile, was also falling at an awkward angle. As Fabian grasped desperately into the air, he grabbed onto Peter's bulge, yanking it. The combined force of Fabian's tugging and Peter's falling was too great for the connective tissues holding his gonads to his body and they were ripped cleanly off. Peter mercifully passed out as he felt his nuts both burst in the sack before being ripped off by Fabian. Ordinarily the mild-mannered Fabian would have been devastated for injuring someone so grievously, but he was too consumed by his own world of hurt to be concerned about Peter...

BLOOSH

Fabian let out a girlish squeal as he was castrating Peter. An errant fist had grabbed onto and squeezed his own balls so hard that they erupted open like two crushed tomatoes before being yanked violently away from his crotch. The sound of tearing fabric was barely audible over Fabian's mortified scream 

When it was all over, at least eighteen balls had been pulverized, including two that belonged to Kyle who ironically wasn't in the camera frame. Kyle's nuts had been utterly ripped off in a below the belt grab by another player and tossed callously onto the field; the massive sex organs laying in the field were what caused players to slip in the first place, leading to the calamitous pile up.

When gravity finally won out, all of the young men fell to earth, screaming and crying, a writhing pile of destroyed lineages. It was quite the pile up.









Friday, October 1, 2021

POPS: Stomp!

 


Hey, Coach! I know I'm the team screw up lately but come on! Why are you forcing me to sit with my legs spread, back against the wall, forced to sit on my hands? What's goin' on, Coach?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Coach, I know I really messed up in the game and the team got our asses beat but... what the Hell! Coach! Why are Cody and Brent holding my knees open! Coach?! 

Hey! Coach! Why're you taking my cup out of my shorts? Dude, come on, what are you doing? Gimme' that back... 

Coach, why is the entire team lining up behind you in their cleats and looking pissed! Look, I know I fucked up, I was a total screw up on the field today but what are you guys about to do to me...?

Um... Coach! COACH! Why are you staring at my crotch? Is there something wrong down there, Coach? Coach, not gonna' lie I feel pretty exposed right now with my legs being forced open this wide, my package is just right there, bulging. You know I have the biggest nuts on the team, Coach, you've said it lots of times. Look at 'em, coach!  Looks like someone stuffed two jumbo eggs in my shorts haha.

Umm... Coach. You and the guys are staring right at my lump. And you looked pissed! I'm getting a little scared right now and Cody and Brent have my legs held firm, no way I can close my legs, Coach.  Why are you guys pounding your fists in your palms and grunting while you're staring at my massive nuts? What's going on guys? Okay, this isn't funny anymore.

Umm... Coach! Why is your cleat on my bulge?! Coach, take it easy! I can feel the spikes pressing into my nuts! Coach?? Coach! Hey, man that's starting to hurt. Cut it out, Coach!

COACH! Your crushing my nuts! I can't close my legs! Oh, God! Coach no, please! Oh fuck!

I know I said the next time I cost us a game I'd pay with my balls but FUCK! I thought that was just talk and... oooh! Coach! Please let up the pressure, you're flattening my nuts! COACH!

OOOH! COACH! Fuck! That hurt, thank you for taking your cleat off my nuts. Haha, very funny, now let me up, jerk wads...

Wait! Coach! Stop!  Why are you hovering your cleat directly over my bulging, defenseless nuts?! Coach! You're at least 280 pounds of muscle, dude! Come on! My eggs couldn't handle that. Ooh, Coach, now you're rolling my nuts under your foot and staring into my eyes. You look PISSED! Coach! Coach! Wait! No, please don't hover your foot like that! Oh fuck! Coach! Please...

STOMP

Ooh! Fuck! Coach! What the fuck! You  fucking stomped on my eggs! Shit! That was awful! Why did you...


STOMP

FUCK! Coach! Stop! Please! You're fucking stompin' on my nuts like they're two giant, fat cockroaches. Okay, okay, I think I got the lesson. Come on guys, let me up?

STOMP

CHRIST! Coach! Coach! Come on, this isn't funny! Holy fuck! You stomped straight down HARD. Fuck! Are  you really trying to crush my giant bulge?! Is that why dick wads Cody and Trent are holding me down?? Holy fuck, holy fuck! No! Please don't! Coach! You're way too heavy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't do this!

STOMP

OOOOOH! Coach, my fucking nuts! Why'd you grind them down after you stomped last time. They're throbbing, Coach. I feel like I'm gonna' be sick.

STOMP

STOMP

Coach! Coach! Cut it out, please! I can't get loose! Tell Cody and Trent to get off of me! Please? I can't close my legs and your hovering your foot again, fuck!

STOMP

STOMP

STOMP

Oh my God! Coach! Please! You're destroying....

STOMP

STOMP

Coach... I'm, umm, I'm feeling woozy, Coach. Please! You're wrecking me, Coach. Please, please stop! Please! You look so fucking pissed off right now! You're gonna' crack my nuts! 

STOMP

Coach! I can't get up! I can't close my legs! Please! Please stop!

STOMP

STOMP

STOMP

Coach! I'm begging you! I'm crying! I'm sobbing and begging you, please stop! PLEASE! You're annihilating my big nuts. You're fucking crushing them... Oh fuck! Coach no! NOOOO! Please don't let the entire fucking team take turns on my balls! Dude what the fuck! This is crazy! I can't....

STOMP

Nooo! Greg, please stop! Don't do this....

STOMP

Travis! Travis, dude. We're friends! We're friends, dude!

STOMP STOMP STOMP

Oh my God, you guys aren't gonna' stop until the whole fucking team gets to stomp on my lumps, are you?

STOMP STOMP STOMP

Please! Johnny, stop! Heath! Please don't! You guy's my nuts are so swollen, they feel like they're on fire and I swear I'm gonna blow chunks if you keep stomping!

STOMP

No! Kevin don't! Please! 

STOMP

Bruce! Stop! Stop man, this isn't funny anymore.

STOMP

Coach! Fucking save me! Please! My legs are fucking forced wide and I can't get up. Please don't...

Marco! Marco! Dude, please don't. You're like a giant pile driver! How much do you even weigh, dude? 300 pounds? Dude don't! DON'T

STOMP

COACH! COACH! PLEASE  MAKE THEM STOP! I'm getting dizzy... My nuts hurt so fucking bad. Please don't, Coach! Please stop!

STOMP STOMP

David! Stop! Josh, don't do it! Please!

STOMP

SPLOOOOTCH

HOLY FUCK! Guys! Seriously, I think I'm really fucking hurt. My nuts felt like they popped open like a zit. Fuck dudes! Help me! Holy fuck! Is my huge bulge flattened? What the fuck! Coach, please stop!

STOMP

SPLOOOOTCH

STOMP STOMP

Guys! My nuts cracked! Oh my God! My fucking big nuts cracked! My fucking nuts are broken. Wait, Coach, what are you doing? What is everyone lining up again? 

STOMP 
STOMP STOMP STOMP

Guy's I'm passing out! I need help, please!  My nuts are paste, guys! Okay, I learned my lesson! Please! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP!

STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP

Holy shit! My bulge! It's fucking gone! What the fuck did you guys do?! Coach!? No, please don't let the team go through again! I'm starting to feel... I'm starting to black out... Coach, please help me!

STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP

My fucking huge bulge is flat! Totally fucking flat! Okay, guys, you win! Stop pulping my boys! Please PLEASE take me to a hospital so my nuts can be saved! Please! I'm begging you!

STOMP STOMP 

Guys!

STOMP 

Coach... I'm... please... don't....

... The Coach lifted his huge, size fourteen cleat over the dumb, drooling jock's flattened nuts and stomped as hard as he could, hopping on the jock's ruined nuts until...

BLOOOSH

Coach... something's leaking in my shorts, Coach... my shorts are full of... mush? Holy shit! My fucking sack burst! My cock! Coach!?

Finally, I passed out. My teammates must've been really fucking pissed because they didn't stop pounding my jock crotch until my entire package was a fucking stain on the locker room floor. Man it sucks being a dumb jock....


Friday, August 13, 2021

Triple Pops! Hacked / Tested / Bullied


Please enjoy these three short stories, part of the POPS! Series. 


.Hacked!


The door of Richard’s hotel suite had barely closed before he was sitting at the desk with his semihard cock sticking out of his slacks and his laptop open. He had hardly been paying attention during the day-long conference he was attending because all he could think about was watching what was about to happen.


On the screen was his boyfriend Louis back at home sitting naked with his muscular legs spread facing the camera and his arms behind his back, held in place by a shiny new pair of trick handcuffs. It had taken a bit of effort, but the horny stud had managed to latch them himself. Louis grinned as his boyfriend’s cock got stiffer just at the sight of him. Louis wasn’t a gym rat  but he took care of himself and was quite toned, his awesome body looked even hotter in the quasi-defenseless position especially considering what was between his legs.


Along with the new handcuffs, Richard had purchased a new remote sex toy called the Gripper that he was currently wearing on his big, fat right nut. The Gripper was a metal ring with an array of blinking lights and it was currently ensnaring Louis’ enormous testicle. The toy could be controlled remotely, constricting itself to tighten around whatever it was wrapped around and according to the ad it could close completely to zero; something that made Louis’ current predicament extra hot.


Richard wasted no time and fired up the control app on his computer. He looked at Louis as he instructed the toy to tighten slightly. Louis gasped at the sudden sharp pain. The Gripper had barley closed but it felt like a giant had grabbed his right nut and given it a squeeze. The look on his face made Richard’s cock rage. Richard slowly tightened it, eliciting gasps and squeals from Louis, until Louis’ nut was beet red. It was being crushed around the middle with most of the nut meat forced to the bottom of the sack looking like it was going to pop out like a zit. Louis was breathing slow and deep, trying not to cry out, but Richard could tell the stud was in pain so backed the pressure back to the neutral position. He gave Louis just a few moments to recover before starting the cycle over. 


Louis felt like his nut was going to burst - and loved it - as it was squeezed relentlessly by his boyfriend thousands of miles away. Richard was leaking precum all over his hand as the other worked the controls in the app. Louis’ monster cock was fully hard, leaking as well and the two looked like they were both about to cum. Suddenly a pop up appeared on Richard’s screen. Richard stopped stroking and his face went pale at what he read. The look of fear immediately got Louis alarmed but before he could ask what was wrong he felt a horrible pain in his nut.


The message box read “You should have paid the ransom. Enjoy the show!” along with an image of an internet troll grinning. Shortly after Richard had ordered the handcuffs and toy, he had gotten a weird, poorly written email demanding that he pay a Bitcoin ransom or else his Gripper would be hacked and the scammers would destroy whatever was inside. Richard had dismissed it and had nearly forgotten about it by the time the couple actually had a chance to use it.


“Louis! Take it off now!” Richard screamed in terror.


Louis felt the ring around his nut tighten again and the fat organ was horribly compressed. He tugged at the handcuffs, expecting them to break open as intended and his heart raced when he realized the handcuffs were quite real. He flailed, trying to break free as the ring slowly crushed his nut. Richard tried desperately to control the device with his own remote but it was obvious that the hackers had blocked him out. All he could do was shout at the monitor and look on in horror as Louis’ nut got flatter and flatter. 


“Turn it off!” Louis screamed, sobbing and hysterical. He was glistening in sweat, writhing and helpless as his juicy nut was compressed to its limit.


Despite the situation, Richard’s cock stayed rock hard and he was so stunned that all he could focus on was Louis’ doomed nut. It looked like it was about to pop open and Louis was hyperventilating and screaming...


SQUICK


Louis let out a hellish scream as his nut imploded in the bag. Richard could only look horrified as the ring continued to compress.


SQUIISH


Louis looked like he had passed out but his eyes were wide open and his mouth was moving - but not making any sound - as if he had been stunned silent. His bag had split open like a squashed grape and the chunky remains of his nut were being extruded out by the closing ring. Richard watched half of his lover’s manhood land on the ground between his feet with sick wet plops and Louis blacked out just as the video feed ended.



Tested


It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and nineteen year old Cody was laying in bed with one hand in his loose boxers and the other holding his phone above his face. He was watching an ultra hot bimbo taking a massive cock down her throat. He knew the clip well and knew that the climax was close. She was about to have her pretty face and massive breasts absolutely drenched in cum before being impaled for round two. The male model’s recovery time was impressive but Cody ignored him as he focused entirely on the hot blonde.


Cody edged himself for over an hour as he watched the bitch being passed around the locker room set taking dick after dick by the ‘players’. The movie’s flimsy plot of a cheerleader getting gangbanged by the football team was really pushing the horny teen’s buttons. He had been on his highschool team and had gotten plenty of blowjobs from slutty cheerleaders wanting to get in with the sports clique. He had also tag teamed a few of them with his buddies. That’s what led him to his current situation.


Although he was spending this particular afternoon relaxing and gooning out, most of his time was spent working two jobs and living in his dad’s spare bedroom. He, his sister and his dad shared a tiny house that was barely big enough for the family when he and his sister were children but was now overflowing with down on their luck young adults. His sister had gone off to college but had fallen in with a bad crowd. She was kicked out of university and moved back in with her dad. She was taking classes at the community college and trying to get her life back together but hadn’t saved enough to move out yet. Their father was constantly interrogating her about her friends and monitoring her social media to avoid her falling in with another bad crowd.


Meanwhile, Cody had been a talented footballer and amazing student. The handsome lad was as impressive on the field as he was in the classroom and was friends with everyone in school. Unfortunately, he was a little too friendly with too many cheerleaders and had ended up getting two of them pregnant. The news had barely sunk in when he found out he had fathered a third. His plans of moving out and studying at a prestigious university were dashed as he was forced to stay home to work and support his three kids and their moms. The plan was working and Cody was able to pay all of his child support and contribute to the household budget but he was too good looking for his own good. He ended up getting one of his coworkers pregnant and the resulting extra expense was too much for him, even working multiple jobs. His father was furious as he was forced to dip into his retirement fund to pay for the ever increasing expenses for his unexpected grandchildren.


Cody’s dad was extremely strict to prevent any more surprises. Cody was on a strict curfew, his emails were surveilled and there was a zero girl-friend policy. “When you can afford to take care of them yourself, you can have a girlfriend!” his dad would bark whenever Cody would protest. Since the teenager was always horny, he would blow off steam (and cum) in marathon bate sessions that helped take the edge off and stopped him from jumping in the sack with one of his pretty coworkers. 


“Oooh yeah! Take it slut,” Cody moaned under this breath. He was getting close as he watched the porno.


Suddenly the bedroom door flew open and his dad entered in a rage. Because of the strict house rules, Cody’s door didn’t have a lock but his dad at least knocked first usually. Cody dropped the phone - the sound of the slut moaning and the guys grunting was still audible - and tried to cover the foot-long tent in his shorts. His face flushed with embarrassment. His dad looked much younger than he was, still handsome and jacked, bulging with muscle.


“Dad?” Cody asked in confusion. His father was so angry he was seething.


His dad held up a used pregnancy test he had found buried in the bathroom trash. Cody instantly recognized what it was but was genuinely confused; he hadn’t fucked a girl in over a year - since the last pregnancy - and the only sperm he had shot ended up safely inside of a sock or splattered all over his abs. There was no way he had knocked anyone up.


“You’re a real dumb son of a bitch! Can’t you keep it in your pants!”


Before Cody could respond, his dad had lunged across the room and slammed his fist into Cody’s crotch, perfectly aiming for the twin lumps at the base of his cock. Cody’s cock deflated and he wailed, crying and begging as his old man slammed his fists over and over into Cody’s balls. Cody tried to explain but his dad was having none of it. Cody’s dad suspected Cody snuck girls over and assumed the test belonged to one of those bimbos. 


“Dad!” Cody’s eyes grew wide in terror as his dad produced pliers from his back pocket.

Fabric went flying as his shorts were ripped off and his dad ensnared his big left nut in the pliers. 


“Dad no!”


SQUICK


Cody’s eyes grew into saucers as he felt his nut crack. His dad made quick work of his last nut, cracking it in the sack, and the comatose teen lay on the bed as his enraged father slammed his fists into his ruined scrotum turning the big cracked pieces into sludge. No more fucking kids for him, the older man thought. Cody lay whimpering, clutching his ruined organs as his dad silently left the room.


As he turned the corner his daughter stopped him looking dejected.


“Umm.. dad. We need to talk... oh, you already know?”


Cody’s dad looked at her confused for a moment before realizing she was looking at the pregnancy test strip that was sticking out of his pocket. A sudden realization struck him and he turned back and looked toward Cody’s room.


“Oops.” 


Bullied


Bruce was easily the most popular student at his small college, which wasn’t a surprise since he had been the most popular boy in highschool. He was tall, good looking and an amazingly fit athlete with a hulking upper body that tapered down to a narrow waist and bubble butt. At the intersection of his thick thighs were two massive lumps that he always showed off with too-tight jeans. Unfortunately for the other young men who he didn’t consider to be in his cool clique, he was a huge asshole.


He would constantly make fun of and belittle anyone he considered to be a ‘nerd’ and was particularly cruel to any guy who wasn’t a fit jock. He was especially cruel to Vince and his buddies. Vince and Bruce had gone to high school together and from the outside their relationship was a stereotypical ‘jock picks on nerd’ scenario. Vince had a pretty strong upper body from powering his wheelchair but his unused legs were quite skinny and his thick glasses and hideous sweater vests made him look like what would pop up for a Google Image search for ‘boring nerd’. It didn’t help that Vince was incredibly smart and socially awkward, making him come across as aloof and condescending the few times he did speak.


In college Vince had a tight knit group of antisocial, equally nerdy friends who Bruce was a complete asshole to, forcing them to do his homework, ruthlessly mocking them and otherwise being a tool. None of the scrawny nerds dared fight back lest their faces end up on the receiving end of Bruce's massive fist and the one time Vince tried to stand up for himself Bruce rewarded him by shoving his wheelchair over. Bruce and his cruel, popular friends laughed and gawked as Vince’s physically weak friends struggled to lift the top heavy Vince back into his chair. What no one realized was that Vince was literally a psychopath with sadomasochistic tendencies but his physical limitations made it difficult to act on them. That’s where Bruce came in.


Despite his perfect body and charm, Bruce was barely functioning mentally and wouldn’t have made it through highschool without Vince’s help. He was incapable of realizing that Vince was ultimately in control; the manipulative nerd had Bruce wrapped around his finger goading Bruce into fights just because he enjoyed being belittled. Sometimes Vince would manipulate Bruce into picking on his friends just so that he could watch with lust as the beefy stud berated them. Vince even somehow convinced Bruce to let him get beaten up by the wheelchair bound nerd; most of their tutoring sessions were nothing more than Bruce bound to a chair while Vince wailed on him with his fists, rulers or whatever else he could find, and by the time they were in college most of the impacts landed on Bruce’s balls. Bruce knew their relationship was weird and unhealthy, but Vince would say they were in love and it was all a game.


Lately Vince had been incredibly violent with Bruce, leaving his perfect chest and balls covered in bruises. One evening Vince barked at Bruce to bolt a chair to the floor before tying him to it. Bruce’s legs were spread wide and his monstrously huge nuts were resting on the seat of the chair. Bruce knew from the look in Vince’s eyes that his boys were about to be in a world of hurt. 


“Vince, I don’t like this,” Bruce pouted. His usually booming voice was soft and trembling, ironically much closer to his natural tone than the cartoonishly ‘jock’ persona he used outside.


“Yeah, but I do and you know I get what I want, right?” Vince growled, wheeling himself so that he was right in front of Bruce.


Without warning Vince slammed his fist down on Bruce’s massive right nut, flattening it into the chair. Bruce wailed as Vince alternated between pounding Bruce’s right nut and his left nut.


“Stop it, nerd!” Bruce roared in his typical booming voice. Vince grinned.


“Good boy!” 


CRUNCH


Bruce’s eyes rolled back as a tremendous pain radiated from his nuts. He looked down and screamed at the site. Vince was tapping his left nut with the head of a hammer, barely using his full strength but the metal hammer head was pressing dangerously into his baby maker with each blow.


It didn’t take long for Bruce’s nuts to turn a fiery red and the strength of the impacts steadily increased. 


“I don’t like this, Vince. I don’t wanna’ play any more!”


Bruce’s naked body was sweating and he was shaking in fear. Vince rolled his eyes as he looked at the pathetic dumb jock. How stupid is this guy, he thought. Oh well.


After more pounding, Bruce was starting to panic and his balls felt like they were cracking open.


“Vince! I really, really don’t like this. Please stop, I don’t wanna’ play anymore. Please?”


Bruce looked pleadingly into Vince’s eyes. Vince spat in his face as he arched his arm over his head and sent the hammer down full force. Bruce screamed and there was a loud crack as the seat of the chair cracked  slightly. The testicle that had been in the way of the hammer head and the seat instantly burst. 


“Vince!”


Vince rose the hammer again and bought it down on the ruined nut, squashing the meaty pieces. Over and over Vince swung, filling half of Bruce’s sack with jock mush and making the remaining ball look absolutely huge compared to the flattened disaster on the other side of his sack. Bruce heaved all over his eight pack abs and Vince had to close his eyes and concentrate to beat back the desire to annihilate Bruce’s last nut.


“He’s a monster!” was Bruce’s last thought before passing out, tears streaming down his face.


“What a simpleton,” Vince rolled his eyes and casually pulled out his phone. 


He was going to need help dealing with the blacked out, half-nutted pile of muscle. He knew his idiot friends would jump at his call. Idiots, he thought.


Vince really was a manipulative psycho.