The Ghost Network: Genesis

Mark’s head was spinning, his mind was clouded and he couldn’t make out anything in the room around him.  He moaned softly, rocking his head from side to side in an attempt to focus and was surprised to find he couldn’t move his arms. Or his legs. What was going on?  The last thing he could recall was stepping into the locker room shower at the campus recreation center. He’d been up late studying and went to the twenty-four hour facility to blow off some steam running laps.  It must have been two, maybe three in the morning when he went to take a shower… he remembered hearing someone walking up behind him then… nothing.

 Now where was he?

Mark strained to move his arms again but they were securely anchored to something, though his head was too fogged to even correctly figure out what position he was in.  Mark’s six foot ten, muscular jock frame was hanging on a large ‘X’ formed by two crossing wooden beams.  His arms made up the top half of the X and his legs were spread to make out the other.  The restraints were tight, he slowly realized, making it difficult for him to make all but the slightest movement  All attempts to close his widely spread legs even a little proved futile. What in the world was happening?

“Ah, you’re awake, ” came a strangely high pitch voice from the darkness. 
Mark strained his eyes in the direction of the voice but saw nothing…
“Ahh!” Mark let out a blood curdling screamed as a tall, hideous gray alien approached. It’s face was pale gray and its eyes were large, almond shaped murky black holes.
 Mark struggled wildly against his constraints, still not entirely sure what was happening, but unable to move.

As the alien approached, Mark could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He screamed wildly — out of a mix of confusion and fear — and felt like he was going to puke.  As the alien got closer, Mark stopped screaming long enough to give another hard squint. 

His vision was getting less cloudy and now, thanks to a dim light that was now shining from above, he could make out that the ‘alien’ was just a tall person wearing all black clothing and an alien mask.  The mask wasn’t even that convincing, but in his mind’s confused state he honestly believed he had been abducted.  Had he been drugged?

His mind strained to remember the last few moments at the gym.  He had just entered the shower when he heard someone approaching, he turned and something — a cloth perhaps? — was shoved into his face.  There was a putrid, stinging odor then blackness.  And now he was here, strung up in this incredibly vulnerable X shape.  How much time had passed?

Mark’s eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark surroundings as the alien-clad abductor simply stood in front of him, standing less three feet away now, the lifeless eyes of the mask seemed to be eyeing him quizzically.  The light shining down from above was either getting brighter or Mark’s eyes were just getting more adjusted, he couldn’t tell for certain… no, it was getting brighter.  Within moments, Mark was completely bathed in an almost blinding white spot light. He squinted his eyes, which stung from the glare. 

The ‘alien’ took a few steps forward so that it was an arm’s length from Mark, then reached out a gloved hand and rubbed up and down Mark’s washboard stomach.  Mark’s chest was heaving from fear.  It was the first time he realized that he was completely nude, his muscles were glistening from sweat as the heat from the now oppressively bright overhead spotlight was overwhelming. 
“What, what… What,” Mark was still too groggy to form a complete sentence.

The alien stopped gently stroking Mark’s stomach and took a step back.  Then multiple things happened at once.  The overhead light turned off, replaced by two blaring floor lights shining from almost directly in front of him.  Mark grimaced and tried to turn his head away from the blinding lights.  At the same time he could feel his legs being spread even further apart — the bottom half of the ‘X’ was moving!   Mark screamed in agony as his loins were painfully stretched.  He could hear a faint grinding sound, presumably the gears controlling the restraints, as his legs were stretched further and further apart.  Being a runner, Mark’s leg muscles were well stretched but this was…
“Aaah! Oh God!” Mark screamed. It felt as if he was going to be split in half.

His powerful legs were now opened at an extreme angle, just shy of doing the splits. He could feel the tendons and muscles in his groin at their tearing point. He knew if this kept happening he was going to be injured…

“Please! Please!” Mark said meekly, by this point sobbing.  The gears stopped.

“Ah, that’s better,” came the strange voice of the alien figure. 

He approached the bound stud and reached out his glove again.  He cupped Mark’s nuts, which now — thanks to the excessive leg spreading — were dangling obscenely.  Marks’ sack hung eight inches from his spread legs, his golf-ball sized nuts resting lazily at the bottom of his bag.  Mark had always been consciously aware of the huge bulge his over sized gonads made in his shorts and went to great lengths to wear loose fitting clothes to mask it.  But now here they were, purposefully on full display, swaying vulnerably below his legs. 

Mark looked down as his balls rested in the palm of his captor.

“I am Ghost,” said the man in the alien mask, his voice no longer disguised.

Mark couldn't identify it, but the man’s voice sounded rough and graveled and oddly amused.

“And you are on the Ghost Network,”  the man declared and the flood lights flashed off and one several times as if setting up the scene for some deranged game show.

The Ghost Network? Why did that sound so familiar…?  Mark’s head, though clearing, was still swimming from whatever mischief was used to get him here in the first place. 

Suddenly, in the blackness between the flood lights, Mark could see a computer monitor light up. The text was too small for him to make out from that distance, but it seemed like it was displaying lines of code, like HTML or something.  Had the monitor been there the whole time, obscured by the darkness? Or had someone wheeled it in during the confusing flashing light show?  Mark was too groggy to make it out… but what was the Ghost Network? He wracked his brain trying to remember where he had heard that before…

Mark strained his eyes intently, trying to make out the writing on the monitor and Ghost seemed to be watching Mark intently, still cupping his balls.  After several minutes, or at least it seemed to be several minutes, the code on the screen stopped flashing and two columns of numbers appeared. The text was slightly larger, just large enough for Mark to make out that the screen was full of… full of I.P addresses? What was going on?

“That is the Ghost Network, one hundred very special people who get to watch a very special show twice a year. And you’re the star,”  Ghost said giving Mark’s nuts a light squeeze.

The look of confusion on Mark’s face must have been apparent because Ghost, still in his alien masked, looked as him and laughed.  Was this some kind of forced sex show?  Mark was, after all, exceptionally handsome, athletic and hung.

“Are you going to rape me?”  Mark’s voice was shaking.

“No, this isn’t a sex show. Not really,” said Ghost, letting go of Mark’s swinging ball bag.

Suddenly a flashing red light appeared above the computer monitor.  Was he being recorded?

“No, twice a year I, Ghost, pluck the ripest, horniest, most perfect male specimen I can find and show them off, live over the internet, to my fans. And shall I say you are a perfect male specimen.”

Ghost again ran his hand over Mark’s muscular stomach, causing the muscles to tense making the definition even more pronounced.

Ghost took a step back, looked Mark up and down, and then without warning began throwing punches into Mark’s stomach.  He struck, alternating fists, blow after blow.  Mark, taken off guard, was knocked breathless, his stomach muscles flexing and tensing under the assault.

 “Aaah!” Mark screamed, his upper body convulsing in pain.  The jerking did nothing to loosen his restraints, but it did cause the muscles in his pecs and arms to bulge with effort.

“Mmm, perfect,” said Ghost after nearly two minutes of back to back blows, stepping back and reaching for Mark’s bicep.

“How beautiful, wouldn’t you agree,” he said toward the camera.

Mark was panting, his stomach was a beet red, and the washboard definition was on full display as his injured muscled tensed to protect themselves. He felt like he was going to throw up. He had never even been in a fight, so was particularly unprepared for this.  In addition, although Ghost was tall and appeared lanky under his tight fitting clothing, he delivered unexpectedly powerful punches as if he were a professional boxer.

Ghost stood back and gave the trapped stud a few minutes to catch his breath.  Just when the reddening of his stomach had started to go down, Ghost took up a boxing stance in front of the totally defenseless Mark and raised his fists.

“Please, no. Please…”

 THUD! THUD! THUD!

 This time the blows focused on Mark’s sculpted upper chest.  Mark screamed as his pecs were assaulted in blow after devastating blow. Ghost laughed maniacally as Mark’s pectoral muscles flexed and jumped. 

 “Please…”

  Ghost stopped briefly and turned to the camera.

  “You hear that, Ghost Network? He said please, please hit me harder,”

Ghost fumbled for something in his pocket and appeared to be doing something with his hands. Mark couldn’t make it out… but why was Ghost Network so vaguely familiar?

 Mark’s brain, which could barely keep track of the last few minutes, was still trying to recall where he had heard the phrase ‘Ghost Network’, when Ghost turned to him again, holding up his fists.  Mark screamed and began to thrash violently against the unyielding restraints.  His huge nuts bounced and jiggled from the effort, but his arm and legs stayed locked in place.

“Please, no don’t.”

Ghost had outfitted his right hand with a pair of brass knuckles, worn over his glove.  He took a few steps toward Mark, who was panting and begging, then renewed his assault on Mark’s beautiful upper body.  Chest, stomach, chest, stomach. Right, left, right, left. Mark’s empty stomach wretched from pain after five minutes of this. The brass knuckles were leaving behind huge red welts, and were absolutely destroying Mark’s muscles.  Mark thrashed and was covered with sweat, his mind too pain wracked to…

“OH GOD!” Mark had suddenly remembered where he had heard of the ‘Ghost Network’ and the revelation was so icy that — for a brief moment — his mind was divorced from the pain of the intense beating. He had heard urban legends reference a ‘Ghost Network’, sick bastards who used every computer hacking trick in the book to watch a perverted snuff film made live without being detected.  He vaguely recalled reading something about it in a newspaper, which gave the whole story an air of legitimacy, but the whole idea of hundreds of people watching someone get murdered online and getting away with it just smacked of a ridiculous conspiracy theory. But maybe it wasn't…

Ghost laughed and stopped pelting the young man’s body.  He stepped away to give the watching audience a good view.  Mark’s body was glistening with sweat, bluish black bruises were starting to pot mark his entire torso, blood trickled from small cuts.  But despite it all, his muscular definition made it undefinable that Mark had a beautiful body.  He was breathing heavily, and erratically.  Had Ghost broken something?  It stung to breath…

“Isn’t he pretty,”  Ghost said, his inflection dropping as if actually asking a live audience a question.

Mark thought about spitting on the man’s face but wanted to do everything he could to cooperate. He hadn't seen the man’s face. He didn't  even know where he was. He couldn’t — and wouldn’t — tell the police. If he behaved, maybe Ghost would just have his fun with him and let him go.  Maybe he wouldn’t… he wouldn’t..

Mark began sobbing.

“Please, please don’t kill me. Let me go, I won’t tell anyone," Mark begged, looking into the eyes of the alien mask pleadingly. 

Ghost shrugged his shoulders and approached.

“Ah, dry those tears…"

WHAM! WHAM!

 In rapid succession Ghost’s fist collided with both of Mark’s eyes, almost instantly blackening them
. 
  “Now, where were we, ah yeah, the fun part,”   

  Ghost against took up his boxer stance, only this time bending slightly at the knee to lower his overall stance.  Mark looked down and gasped in horror; Ghost was lining himself up to use his huge hanging nuts like a punching bag.

  “Three…. two…” Ghost counted down mockingly.

“No, no!”  Mark was going crazy attempting to get down, which only made his balls bounce more invitingly.

“One!”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Ooooh!” Mark’s mouth curled into a large ‘O’ and his head rolled in pain. 

Ghost was laying rapid fire hits to Mark’s scrotum so hard that the ball sack was bouncing like a loose punching bag. WHACK! WHACK! Ghost was clearly trying to do real damage to Mark’s manhood, and from the look of his swelling sack he was succeeding.  After a minute of non stop blows, Ghost stoop back to give his audience a clear view. The bag was now bright bed, bluish bruises were appearing and each testicle was swollen to he size of eggs, stretching the skin of the sack taught as they rested defenseless at the bottom.

Mark dry heaved.

  Ghost again took his stance, only this time positioning one fist on either side of the sack.

  “Mmm, this is gonna’ be fun…”

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

  Ghost’s powerful fists pounded together, crushing the nuts between them more and more with  each blow.  Each time the room was filled with a devastating, loud and wet ’splat’ as Mark knew his nuts were literally being cracked.

  “OH CHRIST! STOP! PLEASE!”

  SPLAT! SPLAT!

  “You guys should feel this… his balls are getting so soft…”

  SPLAT! SPLAT!… POP!

  This went on for more than ten minutes. By the end of it, it was apparent that his right testicle had ruptured.  The sack on that side was lumpy, as if a third ball had been stuffed into the sack, when in actuality his ball had split open.  The left nut had fared only slightly better, but was ridiculously swollen, hanging much lower in the sack then the right and bluish black. Mark was screaming and writhing in agony, his powerful biceps and legs useless to help him. The pain was literally beyond his comprehension; his crotch just felt numb.

  “Ah, I think I broke one.”  Ghost said, his alien mask just inches from Mark’s face.  Mark couldn’t believe the pleasure that was apparent in Ghost’s voice as he spoke the words “I think I broke one.”
  “My… balls… ” Mark said before passing out.
  –

“Wakey, wakey!”  Ghost said wafting smelling salts under Mark’s nose “you don’t want to miss our next trick. I call it the bicep crush.”

  Mark was thrust back into reality, his short reprieve from the nightmare shattered.
  “Please… don’t… don’t hurt me no more…” Mark was barely conscious and didn’t notice that Ghost had placed a trigger activated clamp over his bulging right bicep.

  “Look at this boys and girls,”  Ghost began pumping the trigger, slowly crushing the enormous muscle trapped between it.

  “Aaaa!” Mark screamed and his right hand began to involuntarily twitch as he felt his muscle being destroyed.

  “Oh yeah, this is really gonna hurt when it’s totally closed. Wonder how long this big muscle can…”
  Ghost abruptly stopped working the vice, by now Mark’s right bicep was crushed to half its normal size and his entire arm was turning bright red.  Ghost released the clamp, which fell to the ground with a clang and went to the computer.  Mark screamed as blood rushed into his arm, which was nearly crushed, but was relieved that he could at least still move his hand.

  “Damn INTERPOL. Seriously?”  Ghost spat, typing something into a keyboard. 

  Mark noticed that the list of I.P addresses was starting to lose entries, one by one.  Had someone found out? Maybe he’d be safe!

  After typing on the keys frantically for a few minutes, Ghost jumped in front of the camera and shouted “Someone uninvited is trying to watch our show and we can’t have that, so — I’m sorry — but I have to get to the finale now.”

 Mark realized that Ghost was holding two objects in his hands, but couldn’t’ tell what they were.

 “You’ll notice a countdown timer on your screens. Thanks to our friends at INTERPOL, unfortunately, when it counts to zero we’ll need to end the connection.  But don’t worry, the next show will be double the fun to make up for it!’  Ghost took a bow and turned toward Mark.

 Mark could make out on the screen that a large timer was now counting down from ten minutes. More I.P addresses were disappearing from the list as spooked sickos disconnected from the Ghost Network.  Meanwhile, Ghost fiddled with the object in his right hand, it looked like a foot long metal rod, with apparently no markings or buttons, but it was making an odd humming.

 Without a word, Ghost Approached Mark, then walked behind him.  And for a moment nothing happened.

 9:30… 9:29… 9:28….

BUZZ!

“OOOH! OOOOH!” Ghost rammed the rod into Mark’s exposed ass. It was vibrating and giving off an odd tingly sensation that was immediately stimulating this prostate.

“Oooh! Aaah!” 

Ghost slowly pumped the vibrating, electric pole in and out of Mark’s tight virgin ass, being sure to stop when it was inserted just to the point of touching his prostate to give it extra time to vibrate and tingle.

Despite the gravity of the situation, and the throbbing pain radiating from his totally crushed right nut, the anal stimulation was getting Mark’s cock hard. He looked down with muted fascination as his eight inch cock ,now rock hard and dripping precum literally throbbed from the expert prostate stimulation.

“OOhh! Aaa! Oh yea!” Mark couldn’t believe it.  Waves of profound pleasure were now washing over him, mixing with — and not at all masking — his pain.  It was a bizarre combination.

“Ah, there we go,” said Ghost withdrawing the rod.

   He then circled around to Mark’s front and began prodding his throbbing, thick penis with the electric rod.  Mark’s cock responded immediately, precum started dripping even faster and his cock twitched.  The stimulation felt amazing. It was enough electricity to be tingly, but didn’t hurt, and the vibration felt wonderful…

“Ooo!” Mark was struggling against the constraints, riveted with fear and wracked with pain but unable to control his body’s response to the penis stimulation

“Guys and gals at home, I wish you could see this. This guy has an amazing cock. It’s huge,” said Ghost as he continued to run his stimulation wand up and down the length of Mark’s cock.

Ghost wasn’t exaggerating.  At nine inches long and incredibly thick, Marks’ donkey sized cock was truly enormous. It was smooth except a few small veins trailing its length up to his bell shaped head.   Combined with his mega sized testicles, Mark’s sexual package could have competed against any porn star.

Mark was now moaning in indescribable pleasure as he felt the load building in his nuts.  It was a painful boiling, as his right nut was still swelling, but he couldn’t’ hold back.

“Ooooh!”

“Yeah, that’s it…” Ghost removed the wand just long enough to walk around and reinsert it into Mark’s ravaged hole. Only this time he left it there, vibrating and tingling the young stud’s prostate while he walked back around to the front.

Without even touching him, Ghost was driving the trapped jock crazy with sexual pleasure. Mark’s muscles tensed, his chest heaved and his head was rolling in pleasure — and agony.  He could feel his load building.

“This is it kids…” Ghost said, glancing at the count down timer.

1:00… 00:59… 00:58…

It was at this point that Ghost revealed what he’d been keeping to his side in his other hand. It was a pair of long handled garden sheers.  He set them down under Mark, then cracked his knuckles.

Mark’s eyes grew wide with fear. What was Ghost going to do?

Ghost grabbed Mark’s last whole ball in both hands and squeezed as hard as he could. Ghost was literally grunting in effort as he tried to destroy Mark with his bare hand.

Mark gasped and his body shuddered. His left nut became his entire world. He could feel Ghost’s fingers digging into the precious ball meat, crushing the membranes….

  “Oh fucking yea! This guy’s nut is about to pop! I wish you could feel this. It’s so squishy, it’s getting so soft…”

  Ghost kept squeezing while the vibrator kept pleasuring. Mark’s brain was so awash with conflicting sensations he could feel himself literally shutting down from the overload. Not to mention he could feel a powerful orgasm building.

 “Oh yea! This things gonna’… it’s gonna…”

 SQUISH!

 Ghost’s effort paid off. Mark’s abused, softened nut exploded in Ghost’s clutched hands.  There was a sickening, sploshy noise as the swollen ball caved in.  Mark wailed in indescribable pain; the sensation of having a nut literally crushed to pieces was too much for him and he passed out.

 “Aww, he’s going to miss the finale,”

  00:20…00:19…

  The timer counted down and despite the fact that its owner had passed out, Marks’ monster cock had a mind of its own. It was still twitching. The orgasm was close. The enormous organ twitched up and down so hard that precum sprayed and the ball sack, now holding nothing but crushed nuts, bobbed up and down.

00:15…00:14…

“Come on, cum,”  Ghost said as if egging Mark’s penis on.

He then picked back up the sheers and opened the jaws so that they encircled the top of the hanging ball bag.

 00:10…00:09…

Mark’s cock gave one final jerk and, just as a jet of pinkish red jism flew out, Ghost closed the sheers shut severing the ruined balls completely from his body.  They landed with a wet SPLAT on the floor as Mark’s orphaned and still huge cock shot rope after rope of whitish, then pinkish, then finally red cum.  When the cock stopped spewing, it remained hard, though was quickly deflating. Mark’s handsome body twitched involuntarily and a slight moan escaped his lips.

 00:05… 00:04…

 Ghost realizing he was out of time, lifted his booted foot and began mercilessly pulping Mark’s nuts.

 “See you next time kids!” 

Ball splatter was flying up as if Ghost was crushing giant grapes to make wine.

00:02…00:01

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Scrambled

To everyone in town Two Guys And A Spatula was a peaceful, 1950’s

themed diner that had, since its opening ten years ago, held its own

against the big box breakfast-all-day restaurants that had popped up

in town. The logo showed two cartoon men, one holding an enormous

egg and the other cracking it with a comically large spatula, the

contents falling into a frying pan. It was indeed a quintessential

ma-and-pa operation, at least from the outside.

However, tension had been building behind the lines of Two Guys for

months. The ‘two guys’, the co-owners, were Nathan and Josh. They

had started the restaurant on a whim right out of college, and its

phenomenal success caught them both off guard. But now Nathan was

ready to branch out from the breakfast-all-day concept but Josh lived

by the adage ‘if it ain’t broke don’t fix it’. It started slowly

with backroom squabbling, but escalated over the months no doubt

because the men spent more than ten hours a day working and running

the store in close quarters.

Josh was growing resentful of Nathan who he felt was not only not

putting in as much work as him but was now trying to tinker with Two

Guys, which had been more Josh’s dream than Nathan’s. Nathan, on the

other hand, was offended by Josh’s seemingly senseless opposition to

all of his ideas since the beginning, especially since it was Nathan

who had put up most of the starting cash.

Today was an especially hectic Saturday and the last customers

hadn’t left the diner until nearly ten. Several staff were out with

the flu, and Nathan and Josh had to go out pouring coffee and helping

customers themselves instead of working on payroll and inventory in

the office. When the last staffer was finally out, Josh plopped down

into the chair in the office and let out a resounding sigh. Josh was

36, average height and build but with powerful biceps that bulged his

short-sleeve white button up shirt, the front of which was stained

brown after a run-in with a coffee pot.

Josh ran a hand through this short black hair and looked at the

payroll spreadsheets in front of him. He had fallen behind for the

week, no doubt because of Nathans’ constant skipping out right at

close, and now the files were needed to their accountant by Monday

morning. The task was daunting. Nathan came in about twenty minutes

later, by that time Josh was so involved in his computer screen he

didn’t even look up.

“Hey Nate…”

“Don’t ”Hey Nate” me!” Nathan roared.

Josh closed his laptop in surprise, clearing his view of the door.

Nathan, who was easily a foot taller than Josh and with much more

defined musculature, He didn’t so much ‘wear’ the short sleeve white

shirt and grey slacks that had become their uniform, he modeled it.

The phrase ‘what’s wrong’ only briefly crossed his mind. However,

Nathan’s accusatory tone, to say nothing of the fact he had been

missing in action while there were reports and inventory to do, made

Josh incredibly angry.

“What’s your problem, Nate?” Josh stood up quickly and walked from

behind the desk.

“My problem? It’s you. Acting like you own the place.”

Nathan threw down an invoice which had clearly been fished from the

bottom of a rubbish bin. It was a quote from a printing company for

flyers that read Two Guys And Lunch. Josh looked at the documents

dismissively.

“And? I told you the lunch thing is a non starter…”

“See there you go again! Acting like you’re the only one here. And

don’t think my workers don’t tell me what you say about me to

them…” Nathan bristled as he said the words, taking several steps

forward until he was only a yard away from Josh. Josh instinctively

tried to take a step back but was blocked by the front of the desk.

“Your workers? They’re our workers and you know what? If you don’t

like it you can piss the fuck off.”

Josh’s voice was clear and absolute, The proverbial gloves the two

had been wearing for years were off.

Without warning, Nathan took a step toward Josh, his chest sticking

out like an arrogant bird. Josh tried to take a step back but was

stopped again by the desk.

“Nate, cut it out…”

Nathan’s powerful arms extended so quickly Josh barely got out his

sentence. He shoved Josh, not particularly hard, but with enough

force to cause him to fall back onto the desk. Josh let out a yelp

of surprise, and then several things happened at once. The sound of

glass and plastic breaking interrupted Nathan mid-taunt; the laptop,

loaded with hours of work, had been knocked off the desk. Josh,

realizing what happened, regained his posture and took a large step

toward Nathan so that they were now mere inches from each other.

Despite his larger size, the look of fury in Josh’s eyes was enough

to give Nathan pause. Josh’s biceps and neck muscles trembled in

barely contained hatred and his mouth quivered, his brain unable to

even find words to do justice to his rage. The two had never been

this close to an actual fight…

‘Josh. Josh, I’m so sorry,” Nathan apologized, his voice heavy with

genuine apology. ‘Let me get it for…”

Nathan knelt down to retrieve the in-pieces laptop, but a knee caught Nathan squarely in the crotch before he could act.  Nathan gasped as the air was forced out of his lungs. Josh could feel he

had made a direct hit on one of Nathan’s egg-sized nuts which were

packed close together in his pants. Josh’s knee tore into the

delicate bulge in the front of Nathan’s pants as Nathan’s own weight

falling forward compounded the misery.

‘You son of a bitch!’ Josh screamed lifting his knee into Nathan’s

bulge two more times. Each time he could feel the bulging mass being

flattened against Nate’s pelvic bone. Nathan, in a world of

hurt, would have already been on his knees if it wasn’t for the force

of Josh’s knee bouncing him — by way of his nuts — back to a

hunched over position.

‘You want the computer? You think it matters now?’ Josh spat the

words as Nathan, in too much pain and entirely too taken off guard to

fight back, fell to the floor. Nathan was on all fours clutching his

nuts and crying openly.

‘Josh, stop…’

The babbling pleads were interrupted by the sound of plastic

shattering. Josh had fetched the ruined laptop and had knocked

Nathan in the side of the head with it. Small pieces of the device

went flying and a trickle of blood ran down Nathan’s handsome pain-

 contorted face. He fell backward, landing on the floor spread

eagle. He was beginning to regain his senses but the assault with the

laptop had temporarily dazed him. He looked up in panic and

confusion as Josh stood over him. He knew he had to defend himself

but there was …. or something… maybe… His mind was still too

scrambled to react.

Josh seized on the moment and stomped his dress shoes over and over

into Nathan’s swelling bulge. Nathan writhed and screamed, and

tried to cover his crotch with his hands but Josh simply stomped on

them, causing Nathan to literally crush his own gonads with his

hands. Nathan’s head swirled as he started to crawl on his back out

of the office. Josh took his focus off Nathan’s rapidly enlarging

bulge, now soiled black from the bottom of this shoe, and let a kick

land in Nathan’s stomach. Then a kick along side the head. Nathan

screamed and in a burst of strength lunged up at Josh. Josh, who had

arrogantly assumed he had control of the situation, was taken aback

and the larger man proceeded to press Josh against the desk, raising

his knee into his defenseless eggs.

Nathan’s powerful legs and rock-hard knee delivered blow after blow,

the impacts so hard Josh was literally lifted off the ground. Josh

reached forward and grabbed Nathan’s eyes. His thumbs worked in

synchronized gouging motions. Nathan screamed and let up on his

attack just long enough for Josh to grab the desk phone and slam it

into the side of Nathan’s head. Pieces of plastic exploded

everywhere as the phone fell apart from the blows. It only took six

good hits before there was little left of the phone for Josh to hold

on to. Nathan lunged again, though with much less force and sloppy

aim due to his growing haze. Josh easily pushed Nathan away with a

fist to the nose.

Nathan was spun completely around by the blow, a splatter of blood

following. He started to crawl out of the office on all fours. Josh

though was having no part of it. He let Nathan get to just barely

inside the doorway before casually walking up behind him and letting

his foot sail between Nathan’s legs.

Nathan let out an agonized howl. Josh’s aim had been dead on and his

right nut was flattened violently into his pelvis.

‘Josh…’

Josh ignored Nathan’s whimpered plea and proceeded to kneel down

between Nathan’s muscular legs. He grabbed Nathan’s waist band with

both hands and with a violent motion proceeded to rip his pants down

to his knees.

Nathan collapsed onto his stomach, and Josh quickly rolled him

over. As usual, Nathan wasn’t wearing underwear and his badly

swollen nuts bulged and stretched at his sack. Josh was always

impressed at the size of Nathan’s grade-A sized nuts, which were now

almost twice the size and blue-black in color. Nathan, nearly

comatose from pain, looked down barely comprehending what was

happening. Josh grabbed a ball in each hand and proceeded to

squeeze, making sure each nut was being compressed between a thumb

and the rest of the fingers on the offending hand. Without saying a

word, Josh increased the pressure to just the point where he couldn’t

keep squeezing, then let off, then squeezed. The balls, now blue-

 purple and starting to lose their firmness, were still as far as Josh

could tell in tact.

Nathan’s head fell to the floor with a loud though, his pain stricken

mind no longer able to keep watching this front row seat of his

testicle’s destruction. Josh let go of Nathan’s balls and the

bloated heavy orbs sagged in Nathan’s enormous nut sack. Nathan’s body slumped over, making his balls rest on the floor.   Josh stood

up, lifted his shoe over the bulging defenseless man-eggs and slammed

his foot down. Although he had passed out, Nathan’s face

twitched in agony. The foot slammed down again, and again,

Josh savoring the time between each strike while he lined up his foot

over the shifting target, strategizing his next blow. After four

such full force slams, Josh was sure he had done permanent damage to

Nathan’s manhood. He knelt down and roughly massaged each ball,

feeling for signs that they were no longer firm. To his dismay

Nathan’s balls were still totally intact, and plump. In fact, had it

not been for the severely bruised coloring, Nathan’s package looked

like he was ready to get laid.

Josh stood up fretting, stomping on Nathan’s nuts twice out of sheer

hatred. His eyes lit up from and idea as he was lifting his foot for

a third blow. He left the office and rummaged loudly through the

restaurant. He returned with a bottle of smelling salts from the

emergency first aid kit. He slammed the bottle on the desk as he

headed out for more supplies. He returned a short time later, his

arms loaded with every apron he could grab from the employee lounge.

He tossed them in a pile in the office, covering a still passed out

Nathan, and headed back toward the kitchen. He returned with a small

device that he placed on the desk.

Joshed reached for the pile of aprons and methodically yet quickly

pulled the draw strings from each one until he had several lengths of

what he was going to use as rope. With some effort, Josh was able to

lift Nathan’s dead weight body and plop it down into the chair which

he had dragged into the middle of the office. He tied Nathan to the

chair, making sure to secure his legs wide apart so that his

pendulous, huge nuts hung freely between his legs. Finally he

grabbed the salts and waved them under Nathan’s nose. Nathan arose

with a stir, seemingly more alert than before but still dazed. His

face contorted into panic…

‘Josh? Josh what are you doing? Please man…’

Josh ignored him as his grabbed the final object he had gathered from

the desk. Nathans’ eyes bugged out in absolute terror as he struggled

in vain against his restraints.

‘I wanted you to see this. I wanted you to be awake while we test out

one of your ridiculous ideas…”

Josh held the Egg Scrambler Pro in his hands. It was a tube just

large enough to fit an egg or two in with two paddles that could

rotate with the push of a button. It was advertised as being the

perfect egg scrambler, you simply drop an egg into the compartment,

close the lid and press the button. The rapidly spilling paddles

were, in theory, supposed to crack the egg cleanly then the contents

would ooze into a much smaller second chamber underneath where the

second paddle would scramble them. It looked good on the

infomercial, but in practice the Egg Scrambler Pro actually

decimated the egg shell, meaning small pieces ended up in the mixing

chamber, and by extension, the omelet. Not to mention it took almost a

minute for the egg to seep through to be mixed. It was just too slow

for commercial use, but Nathan had been insistent… now he was going

to get a demonstration.

Josh knelt down and held the Scrambler dangerously close to Nathan’s

hanging nuts. He slapped them several times to get them to swing

causing Nathan to wince and cry. Josh had already placed an egg,

which was actually smaller than Nathan’s right nut, into the chamber

and hit the pulse button. The machine whirred and stopped. The egg

shell hadn’t even been penetrated completely, some of the gooey insides

only barely oozing out.

‘Oops needs another one…’

Josh proceeded to hold the pulse button. Instead of spinning once and

cracking the egg shell, as designed Josh holding the button meant

that the Scrambler’s ‘cracking’ blade spun again and again. It lay

waste to the egg, filling the chamber with pulverized egg shell and

thoroughly scrambled egg.

‘I guess it works. But we should try it again…’

Josh casually dumped the egg matter onto the floor and violently

grabbed Nathan’s pendulous right nut, forcing the oversized thing

into the machine. Nathan screamed and pleaded but Josh just ignored

him as he proceeded to press — and hold — the button.

The ‘cracking’ paddle spun, slamming into Nathan’s egg. But since it

couldn’t go through this ‘egg’, the paddle stopped. Josh, in

frustration switched to pressing the button rapidly instead of

holding it down. Each time the paddle spun is changed directions,

allowing it to slam into each side of Nathan’s ball. Nathan bucked

wildly as he felt the kitchen gadget laying waste to his manhood.

‘Almost scrambled’ Josh declared not even masking his true delight.

After five minuets of the assault Nathan had passed out, the outline

of his pecs visible through his sweat-soaked shirt. Josh threw down

the Scrambler, which cracked into pieces, and

examined Nathan’s right ball. to his surprised, though now twice the

size of the left and not quite as firm, the ball was still intact.

Josh thought about grabbing the salts again to wake Nathan up for a

second round with another Scrambler –Nathan of course bought several

without consulting Josh. However, Josh knelt so that he was eye to

eye with the still passed out Nathan, rose his fist into the air and

let it sail into Nathan’s dangerously close to bursting right nut.

Nathan’s face twitched ever slightly as his giant ball bounced

around. Josh grabbed it with his other hand and again slammed his

fist into it. Nathan’s chest involuntarily heaved as the ball, now

trapped in Josh’s hand and unable to swing away, absorbed the full

force of the blow. Josh wailed again and again and on the third blow

the impact felt very different.

The orb no longer resisted deformation as it began to collapse in its

sack. Wham! Wham! Josh’s fist collided with the failing nut. Josh

thought he heard a faint ’splish’ on the ninth or tenth blow, but he

kept going . The ball no longer plumped back into shape after each

blow, With one final slam Josh was confident that he felt the nut

explode in the sack. He let go of what was left of Nathan’s right

nut and it hung down in the sack next to the left. It had clearly

lost its round shape, and a few subsequent slaps felt like hitting a

sack of mush, not the plump round thing that had once been

Nathan’s egg-sized ball.

Josh, still in a haze of rage, gave Nathan’s face a volley of

punches. Nathan was totally defenseless as his handsome face was

turned into a swollen and bloodied mess. Josh stopped and looked

down at Nathan’s sack… there was still one more egg to crack and

Nathan– to Josh’s surprised — was beginning to stir.

Without hesitating Josh reached for the smelling salts, wafted them

under Nathan’s nose and, as Nathan once again became aware of the

nightmare he was in, Josh made his way to the fry cook’s station…

there would be plenty of spatulas to choose from there he thought.

Inglorious Hole

Juan flashed the high-beam settings on his head lights as his car coasted down the highway exit ramp bathing a small brick building in the distance with light.  He didn’t see any other cars in the small parking lot and sighed in relief as his car came to a stop a few spaces beyond the illuminated sphere of the parking lot’s sole lamp post.  Juan had been wanting to visit this rest stop off Route H for some time, but didn’t’ have the resolve until tonight.
Juan didn’t consider himself gay in the least.  In fact, the main reason he was on Route H was because he was on his way to surprise his fiancée for a weekend visit.  However, Juan had always had fantasies about being with another man, going so far as to peruse online hookup sites — though never quite following through.  Tonight, however, was different.
He had long been curious about glory holes, and the information from the seediest corners of the internet made this rest stop seem like the perfect place to find one.  Route H had been bypassed by a new interstate the year before, thinning traffic and making this out of the way rest stop even more secluded which calmed Juan’s nerves about hooking up in public. He still found it hard to believe that he - a man in his early forties - was doing something so brazen. It was reckless, yet weirdly erotic.
Juan’s car idled in the spot long enough for several songs to play on the radio, but Juan’s clammy hands were gripped to the steering wheel.  He was nervous and was waiting for just the right moment to make his move.  The jarringly upbeat rifts of the latest pop music sensation started on the radio just as Juan turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car.
The outside air was hot and heavy with humidity despite being after three in the morning.  It was so humid that beads of sweat began to form almost instantly on Juan’s forehead. As he approached the small brick building, he ran a hand through his jet black hair, which was now matting to his forehead, the metal of his engagement ring cool against his scalp.
The rest stop building was small and had only two doors.  Juan felt a wave of paranoia and quickly ducked his head into the women’s room. It was totally dark and quiet.  He then darted into the men’s room where he flipped on the light and was surprised at how immaculate the small restroom with two toilets and one urinal was.  The gleaming white sinks had a light coating of dust from lack of use. 
Juan made his way to the furthest stall, stopping for a moment to check his reflection in the mirror. Juan was just less than six feet tall and was a bit on the husky side, though his button up white shirt clung tightly to his still well-defined chest.  His casual dress slacks almost totally concealed his modest bulge.  He turned his head to check out his well-tanned, bronze face in the mirror and smiled at the ruggedly handsome reflection looking back at him.  Satisfied that he’d meet any visual inspection should a potential blow job turn into a fucking session behind the building, Juan made his way to the stall.  And waited.
He sat down and examined the toilet paper holder.  As the online articles had indicated, it lifted up and came completely off the wall revealing a somewhat large glory hole that opened to the next stall.  Juan replaced the holder and sat, literally twiddling his thumbs. His heart was racing. Would anyone even show up? What if I get caught?
Juan waited for nearly twenty minutes before standing to leave. Maybe he would try again in a few weeks or…
Juan quickly sat back down as he heard the bathroom door open.  Someone walked quickly to the stall next to him, slamming the door with a clang.  Then nothing happened.  It was obvious that the person in the next stall was not actually using the bathroom, just sitting there like Juan. Juan tapped his foot. No response.  He cleared his throat dramatically. No response.  He was about to knock on the wall of the stall when a young sounding voice whispered.
“Dude, open the hole,”
Juan’s eyes lit up in realization and his heart raced as he complied, removing the toilet paper holder and setting it aside. 
Juan caught a quick glance of an attractive red headed young man in his mid to late twenties wearing a non-descript white t-shirt and jeans.
“He’s kind of hot,” Juan thought to himself, surprised he was thinking of another man in that manner.
Before he could ponder the thought more, Juan quickly stood up, taking his face of out of view of the still sitting young man lest he be recognized in some far flung coincidence.
“Mmm, bring me that thing, you hot papi,” the young man said proactively, dropping to this knees in front of the hole. 
Juan gulped, unzipped his pants and proceeded to put his still flaccid cock through the hole.   The red head immediately got to work, swallowing in Juan’s growing cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue.  Juan was taken aback at how quickly his cock was starting to stir.  The red head was clearly well experienced in this and within minute’s Juan’s cock was at its full seven inch length, his perfectly shaped mushroom head was almost disproportionately large compared to his otherwise normal-girth tool. 
“Lemme’ see the whole package, daddy,” the young man beckoned.
Juan pulled out briefly and repositioned, this time being sure his walnut sized nuts also went through the hole.  He then pressed himself against the wall as tightly as we could and waited for the finale of his blow job.
–
Max immediately got to work bobbing his head up and down the entire length of the meaty Latin cock that had presented itself through the hole. He could feel the oversized head hitting the back of this throat with each plunge. 
It was obviously the so-called straight businessman on the other side hadn’t gotten any in a while, based on how quickly his cock had transitioned from simply being erect to being rock hard. When Max could feel the Latin man’s cock get so hard in his mouth that the skin was pulled taught along the length, he stopped bobbing and switched his technique to focus exclusively on the head. 
Max could feel himself getting hard, but kept his own cock in his jeans lest he be distracted from his mission.  Judging by the moaning and hip thrusting, the businessman was clearly enjoying Max’s work.  Max licked and sucked the man’s cock head while stroking the rest of the length with his hand.  The businessman was going wild.
Max cupped the man’s nuts in his hands.  They were hanging especially low thanks to the heat, several inches from the base of his cock.  They were just larger than walnuts, particularly oblong and covered in thick tufts of black hair.  Max took a second to stop playing with the man’s cock head to bury his nose in the man’s crotch.  The smell was incredible; a robust man smell mixed with expensive cologne and sweat.  He was dripping with masculinity and the front of Max’s jeans were getting soaked in precum even though he hadn’t so much as touched his own cock.  Max quickly went back to pleasuring the man’s cock, slowly squeezing his balls in his hands while he did so.  He still had a mission to do.
–
Juan through his head back and moaned loudly.  He no longer cared if anyone would walk in.  The red head on the other side of the wall was a blow job expert.  Juan had never experienced anything so amazing in his life and no blow job from a woman had ever hit so many pleasure points so expertly. 

“Dios mio!” Juan grunted as the red head again switched up his technique, this time slowly running his tongue up and down the length of Juan’s penis, slowly stopping to swirl his tongue around the head before slowly licking back down.

It was incredible. It was just enough stimulation to keep Juan squirming but not enough for him to unload the three-day load he could feel boiling in his nuts.  Juan was a heavy cummer in general and knew he was about to totally plaster this guy’s face….

–

“Oh yeah, papi, blow that load,” Max coaxed as he licked the businessman’s cock up and down like a giant candy stick.

The engorged Latin cock sticking through the stall was now throbbing fiercely and Max knew the man was about to hose him down.  Sensing that the man’s head was particularly sensitive, Max focused on sucking just the first few inches of the man’s cock while stroking the rest of the length so that his tongue could focus on giving the still-growing head a royal treatment.  Max sucked as hard as he could, literally trying to suction the cum out of the man and the man was starting to go crazy in ecstasy.  He was moaning, slamming his hand against the wall and starting to thrust his hips in an effort to face fuck him.

“Oh yeah, baby, blow that load,” Max said, his voice welling

 with excitement.

His own crotch was now saturated in precum as he began to give the businessman’s nuts a squeeze.  Max was hesitant at first, trying to get a feel for how much the man would tolerate. To his surprise, the man moaned loudly and his cock got even harder when Max gave the trapped nuts a quick, yet powerful squeeze that made his entire sack temporarily flash red.

–

“Ah yeah, you like that daddy?” 

Juan couldn’t believe the powerful mix of pleasure and pain that came from having his nuts squeezed whilst being blown.

“Oh yeah boy, squeeze ‘em harder,” Juan grunted, pressing himself tightly against the wall. 

The red head obliged and Juan could feel his nuts being pulled down further and squeezed.  The red head alternated between mild, and somewhat harder squeezing, the sudden pulse of pleasure mixed with the feeling of the boy’s lips around his cock head was driving him close to cumming.  This red head was doing such a good job that was about to get absolutely plastered in cum…

–

“Oh yeah, blow it, sir. Shoot that load,”

Max knew the man was getting very close to tossing his load.  His firm nuts, which Max was still squeezing,  were starting to tense up.  The businessman was moaning and thrusting his hips like an animal, desperate to get just enough stimulation to let his load go flying.

“Almost there, papi. Oh yeah,” 

Max let the businessman’s nuts go, and they fell back to the bottom of their sack, slightly reddened by the squeeze session and resting against the wall.  With this hand free, the other was still stroking the man’s cock, Max reached for something in his back pocket…

It was a small rubber mallet with a wooden handle.  He had picked it up at the hardware store in the decking section. He wasn’t entire sure what it’s actual function was, but the head was much larger than a regular hammer and quite heavy, perfect for what he had planned.  Max’s lifted it so that the head was just inches from the man’s nut sack.  Without breaking his vacuum-like suction on the man’s cock, Max slowly inched the mallet’s head closer to the man’s walnut sized testicles until it was just barely touching.  The mallet’s head was just large enough to cover both nuts, which were tight together in the sack, and this made Max smile evilly.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!”  the businessman screamed his accent especially heavy.

It was time.

Max could feel the first two gushes of cum splatter his tonsils and his slurped down the man’s musky, incredibly thick load. He savored it, swirling some of it in his mouth.  Unbeknownst to the man, this would probably be his last ejaculation and Max wanted to make sure such a copious load didn’t go to waste. 

Max withdrew his head from the now squirting cock and watched point blank as volley after volley of cum spewed all over this face.  Max could feel the sperm oozing and dripping off this face and was sure he must have looked a total mess.  The eruption was by far the largest Max had ever seen. He had blown guys with larger balls, thicker cocks and harder thrusting but had never encountered any one like this handsome Latin business man whose cock was still oozing cum after a dozen powerful jets of cum.

The businessman was panting from the explosive release, pressing his body against the wall, his nuts still hanging low in their sack.  It was time…

Max positioned the mallet, being sure that he’d strike both balls at once. He knew he would only have one, maybe two good rapid-fire hits before his victim stumbled backwards.  Max could feel his heart racing. He wasn’t sure what sure exactly what was going to happen to the man’s balls but judging how he was able to easily crush two walnuts to powder with the mallet earlier that day, he was fairly confident that this business man was about to become a business woman…

Several breathless moments passed after the man’s cock finally stopped dripping cum.  The Latin, Max was pleased to see, was still pressing firmly against the wall, keeping his dangling nuts in the target zone.

“Yeah, you liked that, sir?”

-

Juan was panting heavily, still pressed against the wall. The orgasm had been so intense he couldn’t find the strength to stand up straight, leaning heavily on the wall.  He could hear the wet splat as rope after rope of sperm had splattered against the red head’s face. 

“That guy’s probably a total mess,” Juan thought, the prospect of delivering a facial to another man was making him oddly aroused.

To his surprise, his cock was stiffening again.

–

“Come on Max, do it,” Max said to himself, time seemingly slowing down.  He was surprised to see the businessman’s cock was already getting hard again.  But Max knew that these glory hole bastards usually were a blow and go affair; this would be his only shot.

Max drew back the mallet as far as he could… then sent the heavy rubber head flying. It landed right on target.

The mallet collided with a sickening, splat, instantly crushing both of the man’s defenseless balls.  There was an audible, wet sploshing sound and Max was sure at least one of the man’s testicles had ruptured. 

The mallet was drawn back and smashed into the man’s swelling sack again within a fraction of a second…  CRUNCH!  There was a definite ‘pop’ as the mallet collided so hard with the man’s testicles that it actually dented the stall wall on the other side.

From the other side Max could hear the man howl. It was an inhuman, high pitched squeal of agony. 

Without thinking Max drew back the mallet again and pounded.

SPLAT!

The man’s bloated ball sack, the nuts inside already completely crushed, couldn’t take the assault and split. A reddish grey goop that once been a pair of firm Latin balls spewed from the split sack, covering the end of the mallet. Max could feel some of the material hitting his face. 

By now the unsuspecting businessman was falling to his knees.  Max quickly made his way out of the stall, his heart pounding.  He ran toward the door, stopping only briefly at the mirror to admire the bukkake like plastering his face had received. That businessman really was a gusher.  Max could barely recognize his own face under the thick layers of goo.  But the hottest part was the splattered bits of nut meat that were mixed in with the load.  Max could feel his own cock starting to twitch…

“That was so fucking hot! His balls literally exploded, oh my God!” Max couldn’t hold back and felt his cock spasm as his own load erupted in his jeans.  Despite being in an absolute panic and wanting to run out the door Max was having an orgasm so intense he felt his knees getting weak. He could barely move. 

“I gotta’ get out of here,” he thought to himself, trying his best to be rational. 

But the massive load just kept squirting and squirting. Max kept replaying the visual of watching the man’s once proud, round balls literally exploding into paste. When Max’s cum eruption finally subsided a thick sheen of spunk was visible down his pant leg.  He then ran out of the bathroom into the night.

–

Juan could hear the footsteps of the red head as he ran out of the bathroom.  He had crumpled to the floor clutching his crotch but knowing it was too late.  His hands were covered with blood and a whitish goop he knew was the remains of his testicles.  Juan had felt the moment when his balls had ‘popped’ and it was replaying in his brain over and over.  His right nut had blown first and the left went after the second blow. The third blow had just finished the job, totally destroying his precious jewels.

The sickening, sloshing and distinctly audible crunch that sounded the end of each nut was ringing like a living nightmare in Juan’s head.

He barely had the presence of mind to dial the emergency number on his cell phone, only shouting “I need help!” before dropping the phone to the ground.

“Sir, we’ve got your location from your mobile’s GPS. Someone is on the way, sir. Sir?”  the dispatcher was clearly alarmed by the desperation in Juan’s plea.

Juan couldn’t bring himself to respond to the voice he could barely make out coming from the dropped phone.  He was fading in and out of consciousness. 

“My balls, my balls,” he looked down in shock to see that his once round balls were totally flat, He examined his scrotum with his hands to find only lumps remained.  There wouldn’t be any way to save them, he concluded.

They’re totally crushed…

Juan blacked out.

–

Max felt as if everything was going in slow motion, despite the fact he was running through the woods at an amazing rate.  He had seen so many tempting targets, readied the mallet so many times, but always backed out.  But this time… he did it.

It in the distance he could hear sirens, which quickened his heart rate — and his pace — further.

The image of the Latin nuts cracking and exploding was playing in his head over and over.  It was infinitely hotter than he had dreamed it.  He could recall the sensation in his arm when he felt the mallet smash through the ‘resistance’ of the man’s nuts to collide with the wall.

Max hadn’t expected the sack to split, or the ruined ball gunk to splatter. That was a welcomed and intensely hot surprise.

“I gotta use a heavier mallet next time,” he thought to himself, causally musing despite his panicked escape through the trees.

“Yes, next time I’m going to really make them explode. I can’t believe I waited so long,”

And Max didn’t wait very long at all before seducing another unsuspecting horny businessman into a roadside stall, only this time with a slightly heavier mallet.  Juan, however, was the last of Max’s inglorious ‘glory’ hole partners who ever got the chance to enjoy one final orgasm…

Max's story continues here.