Curing Polyorchidism (Part 1)

Polyorchidism: Noun. A rare condition marked by the presence of more than two testes.

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Bruce chuckled as he walked into his friend Zach's garage. A small waist-high wood table adorned with random, yet neatly arranged scientific instruments such as a desktop microscope, assorted tools, several Erlenmeyer flasks filled with colorful liquids and a beaker with a milky liquid simmering atop a Bunsen burner made it look like Zach was preparing to do some kind of science experiment. Behind the table, the wall had been adorned with gibberish charts and graphs and a whiteboard filled with equations interspersed with childish doodles of penises. Zach himself was wearing a white lab and looked quite professorial despite the comically large, nerdy glasses he was wearing to complete his mad-scientist outfit.  Their buddy Lucas was setting up a camcorder on a tripod and smiled broadly as he made eye contact with the handsome blonde. Bruce was impressed at the production value Zach had put into his latest video.

Lucas fussed with the lights and camera setup as Zach went over the day's planned activities with him. Bruce, Lucas, and Zach were in their mid-forties yet regularly engaged in antics of men half their age. Today was no different. After terrorizing locker rooms by towel-snapping and cup-checking unsuspecting sacks since college, Zach and Lucas had recently turned their mutual love of friendly ballbusting into a barely profitable web store selling clips of guys having their nuts cracked in increasingly creative ways.

There was no shortage of young, attractive volunteers from the local college especially once word circulated about the cash payments they'd get for no more than an hour or so of weekend debauchery. Zach and Lucas didn't mind that they often spent more on paying the models than they made on particular clips so long as they got to smash up adorable jocks just enough to make them feel it the next morning but not so rough that they wouldn't come back for more. It was a win-win set up for everyone, except of course the millions of the college guys' potential kids that got beaten out of swollen sacks every weekend.

Lately, the duo had started using practical effects to simulate more extreme busting to drum up clicks and satiate their own macabre fantasies. A month earlier they had tied a beefy twenty-something wearing super tight, bulging jeans to a wall and had taken turns tossing baseballs and sandbags at his crotch until Zach rolled out an old baseball pitching machine and started sending baseballs screaming into the model's junk. The stud actually endured longer than Zach and Lucas guessed he would before he turned into a blubbering mess, which is when Zach loaded a solid metal, extremely heavy ball into the machine - as the lad's panicked begging drowned out the whirring motor of the machine. The camera was zoomed on the meaty double lumps as the ball crashed into them at full speed causing them to both instantly collapse into nothing as a dark red stain filled out the crotch of the jeans and the stud let out a guttural, anguished scream before falling silent. At least that's what the editing made it look like.

In reality, the pitching machine had been turned off as the model was untied and given an ice pack for his swollen babymakers. Lucas set up a jeans-wearing mannequin against the wall and stuffed two pouches of silicone - both perfectly sized to match the model's package - into the front. When he was done, he zoomed in on the bulge and gave Zach the signal. The camera captured the impact in slow motion so that the shape of the proxy testicles could clearly be seen bulging and exploding upon impact. The watching stud winced as he gave a convincing scream into the microphone and the spliced together clip named 'Stud Destroyed!' was both wildly popular and convincingly realistic; so much so that their hosting site pulled it down until Zach and Lucas proved it was just special effects. And the audience response convinced Zach that it was time to break out the big guns, as it were, for an encore.

This is where Bruce came in. The handsome forty-five-year-old was older than the typical ballbusting targets Lucas typically filmed, but that didn't make him any less photogenic. He was ruggedly handsome with greying-brown hair that matched his neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. Bruce's six-foot frame was fit and his pecs and arms were still nicely outlined in his flattering white polo shirt but his most impressive asset for this particular video shoot was what was bulging in his jeans. Nestled tightly in his underwear were three rather large testicles crammed into his literally over-stuffed sack. The condition wasn't apparently obvious through his jeans but soon enough Bruce was going to be showing them off for the world.

"Thanks a lot for doing this for us, man." said Zach.

He motioned for Bruce to stand next to him behind as Lucas prepared to start the camera.

"So you remember the script?" Zach asked as Bruce tried not to laugh at his friend's ridiculous mad-scientist outfit. 

"Yeah, there really wasn't much of a script,"

Zach winked at his buddy and nodded toward Lucas to start filming.

"Welcome, to my lab, Mr. Nutstumenie! Let's see what we can do about curing your... condition,"

Without warning, Zach backhanded Bruce in the crotch causing him to gasp and reach for his hurt nuts. The blow wasn't particularly hard but it had taken Bruce off guard. Being a good sport, he immediately righted himself as Zach continued with his lines. 

"Polyorchidism, for those of you who don't know, is a very rare condition where a man has more than two testicles. In this case, Mr. Nutstumenie has three!"

THUD

Zach sent the back of his hand slamming into Bruce's crotch and the handsome man struggled to stay upright. It was obvious Zach wasn't playing around and they hadn't even really started yet. Those college kids must have nuts of steel if they can put up with this for hours, Bruce thought.

"Yes, thank you Dr. Popemgood. It's so hard to find a cup that will hold all of this and they chafe when I run,"

"Why don't you step out of those jeans so I can see what I'm working with,"

Bruce nodded and pulled off his jeans and Zach smiled to see that Bruce was wearing very tight white briefs that contrasted nicely with his tanned legs. Lucas zoomed in on Bruce's groin to show off the striking triple-lumps that were perfectly outlined by the thin fabric.

Zach knelt down and cupped Bruce's pouch gently, bouncing them slightly as if he was trying to pick out the ripest fruit at the supermarket.

"Aaah," Bruce moaned.

Zach's gentle massaging had quickly transitioned into a hard squeeze and Zach's face was blushing from the effort. He really wasn't messing around. He released his buddies nuts, stood and straightened his lab coat.

"I think I need to do a thorough inspection, Mr. Nutstumenie. Please take off your shorts,"

Bruce peeled off his underwear and let all three of his heavy testicles flop lose and Zach seemed temporarily mesmerized by the site. Bruce's sack would have been quite a sight even with just two large nuts but sandwiched almost comically between his left and right nuts was a slightly smaller and more oblong third testicle. Bruce's scrotum seemed like it could barely contain all three nuts that were stuffed in so tightly the skin was stretched and slightly shiny.

Lucas let the camera linger on the zoomed-in image of Bruce's naked balls as Bruce slowly pivoted from side to side to show them off from every angle. Zach, continuing his scientist schtick, knelt down again and cupped Bruce's balls. Bruce braced himself for a squeeze or a slap but none came.  Instead, Zach was rolling Bruces' testicles in his hands squeezing them gently as if in genuine amazement. Zach had seen Bruce's unique sack dozens of times over the course of their friendship in locker rooms, skinny dipping, drunken dares - but had never touched them. They felt incredibly dense and would no doubt make excellent targets for the day's events.  

"Yes, this extra nut needs to be cracked,"

Zach placed his thumb and index finger around Bruce's center ball and squeezed them together literally as hard as he could.  Bruce gritted his teeth and resisted the instinctive urge to just push the smaller man away as his fingers got closer and closer, causing a dimple to appear in the trapped testicle. Obviously, it was too tough to be split by just two fingers, but it was still a markedly unpleasant experience. At least for Bruce.

Zach was relishing the feeling of the massive ball being compressed in his bare hand and his mind raced through all of the possibilities. Bruce knew after the initial cheesy introduction the rest of the session was going to be impromptu so neither he nor Zach had a clear idea of what was going to happen next. Bruce moaned as he realized that not all of the random equipment on the table were mere props. There were pincers, mallets, charity cages, leather crops, and other tools Zach would no doubt masterfully use on his boys.

"Fuck!" Bruce gasped as Zach's fingers continued to methodically dig into his nut.

Zach ignored him and instead used his free hand to grab Bruce's left nut and tug and squeeze violently. The organ seemed less dense than the middle nut as it compressed in Zach's surprisingly strong hand.

"Fuck!"  

Bruce's knees started to shake and he grasped the edge of the table gritting his teeth.  Zach switched up digging his fingers int Bruce's middle nut and instead grabbed it and squeezed and yanked like the left.  Zach was making bad puns about 'breaking eggs' and 'cracking nuts' as he viciously roughed up Bruce's nuts. 

"Aaah!"

Bruce finally couldn't hold back and let out a howl as he placed a hand on his buddy's shoulder. He was trying to discretely ask him to stop by Zach, not wanting to break character, turned to the camera, and smiled.

"It looks like Mr. Nutstumenie isn't responding to the initial treatment. Too bad, I popped a rugby player's extra nut just last week just using my bare hands."

Zach gave Bruce's middle nut a final hard squeeze as he stood and scanned the items on the table.  Bruce moaned and caught his breath, panting slightly and starting to sweat. He knew Zach was a ballbuster but found himself unprepared at just how rough the session was and Zach hadn't even used any props yet. But Bruce had agreed to let Zach do to him whatever he would normally do with one of his collegiate targets. He was now regretting the decision.

"Ah, this will do nicely,"

Zach held up a pair of pliers and snapped the jaws open and shut rapidly, the metal clanging making it clear that there was no trick, these were real pliers that could really crush Bruce's testicle totally flat.  Bruce started to sweat and rose an eyebrow at Lucas as if to say 'He isn't serious, is he?'. Bruce had known Lucas and Zach for decades and trusted them enough to put his balls on the line but Zach was holding an instrument of castration and seemed eager to use it. But being a good friend, Bruce ad-libbed some corny lines for the sake of the movie.

"Doctor, that would really do the trick! No more tight underwear for me!"

Zach cracked a smile as he knelt down and ensnared Bruce's middle nut with the pliers. The pressure increased so subtly that Bruce hardly noticed it at first but it quickly started to increase exponentially. The jaws were still closing at the same speed but the resulting pain was getting worse and worse as his extra testicle got flatter and flatter. The surface area being crushed was relatively small so the force was being hyper-focused on a small section of Bruce's testicle with painful effect. Bruce grasped the table and howled as Zach methodically crushed his nut. Zach occasionally stopped, open the jaws entirely, and started the process again, expertly taking Bruce's testicle to the breaking point - or at least what Bruce felt was the breaking point - before backing down and starting over. The whole time Lucas was panning between watching Bruce's nut deform and capturing the look of exquisite agony on his good-looking face. 

"You're crushing it!"

Zach looked up at Bruce and winked as he stood up.

"Oh, I'm just softening it up. Don't worry, I won't want to make a mess in my lab,"

Zach held the pliers up to Bruce's face and slammed them shut. Bruce winced as he imagined one of his nuts trapped between them at that moment.

"You look hot, Mr. Nutstumenie. Maybe you should take off your shirt,"

Indeed, Bruce's face was glistening with sweat from the toasty studio garage. He peeled out of his shirt to reveal his broad muscular torso. Zach was sure screencaps featuring Bruce's beefy muscles would draw in a decent number of viewers and couldn't resist the urge to check out Bruce himself.

"Well, the practice half of our session is over. Now it's time to really cure you of your affliction, please stand here,"

Zach motioned for Bruce to stand in front of the whiteboard and before Bruce could contest Zach had cuffed his hands behind his back and secured them to sturdy metal pegs coming from the wall. Zach then cuffed Bruce's ankles to floor-level studs coming from the wall, all whilst not breaking character.

"Don't worry, some of my patients get cold feet during this next part. These are more for your safety than mine. We wouldn't want you running off before the treatment is finished,"

Despite the fact that he was with two of his closest friends in a cheesy studio, Bruce felt uneasy being restrained with his legs spread in the presence of guys who got off trying to scoop men out of the gene pool; and he had three of them for Zach and Lucas to bust.

"Holy shit!"

Bruce hollered as Zach plunged his fist into his bare balls as he headed back to the table. Zach enjoyed the interesting feeling of punching a triple-sack. Normally when he punched a guy in the balls, he could make out with magnificent detail the subtle difference in the way each orb deforms against his knuckles. One ball was always slightly more malleable than another. And with three balls there was the odd sensation of feeling three different testicles flattening at once with the added novelty of Bruce's middle ball pushing the others out of the way as it bulged under the pressure.

Zach headed back to the table picked up a large pair of tongs which he used to carefully lift the beaker from Bunsen burner.  Bruce looked on wide-eyed as Zach came toward him with the simmering liquid.

"Hey man, what the... Aaaaugh! Fuck! Fuck!"

Zach started to pour the contents of the beaker over Bruce's three balls. It was melted wax that stung on contact before immediately cooling and forming a shell of wax on the skin that dripped along the sides and front of the three orbs. Zach slowly poured the wax until the entire beaker was emptied and Bruce's nuts had a thick layer of wax coating them. Even solid, the wax was still radiating a good amount of heat that caused Bruce's manhood to stay toasty as Zach headed back to the table.

"I'm going to give that a minute to cool while I get ready for the final experiment," 

Zach gave a mad cackle as he assembled together some prefabricated pieces into a strange contraption. Even though Zach pretended to use a screwdriver to piece it together, it was clear to Bruce that whatever the machine was had only been separated into pieces for the sole purpose of letting Zach make a production about 'building' it. The wax was finally cooled completely as Zach plugged in the shoebox-sized device that had a metal arm sticking from the top to which he affixed one of the mallets from the table.  Bruce shuddered when he realized what the machine was for.

Zach turned to Bruce and smiled as he placed three walnuts near the machine and pressed a button on a remote control. The arm on the box swung back before rocketing forward and slamming the attached mallet into the tabletop. The walnuts loudly cracked as the machine reared back and sent the mallet slamming down again. And again. It did not take long before the three nuts were reduced to a pile of obliterated shells and pulverized nutmeat.

Zach pushed another button and the machine stopped.

"I always keep this nutcracker on standby for patients who prove resistant to other treatments,"

Bruce had almost completely recovered from having wax poured on his nuts so was ready to continue playing along.

"Gee, doc. Do you think you'll actually need to use that thing on me?"

Zach walked over to Bruce and placed a finger on his chest, in the valley formed by his two mounding pecs.

"Hmm... I'm not sure yet, to be honest,"

Zach said as he ran his finger down Bruces' body stopping just before reaching his nuts.

"That depends on you,"

Bruce looked at Zach quizzically before he heard a whoosh and felt a devastating pain in his crotch.  Zach's knee slammed into Bruce's berries with pulping force, smashing the three big things into his pelvis. He screamed and the handcuffs on his wrists rattled as he reflexively tried to put his hands over his nuts but they weren't going anywhere. He was trapped.

Zach went back to the table and fetched a large wooden mixing spoon and pivoted to face his captive patient.

"It's always good to get their temperature up, but now I simply must do something about all of this wax,"

"No! Doctor, don't!"

Zach smiled wickedly as he slammed the spoon full force into Bruce's sack, causing an explosion of radiating tiny cracks in the wax shell.  

THUNK 

THUNK 

THUNK

Bruce writhed and hollered as Zach slammed the spoon over and over into his wildly bouncing sack, concentrating the majority of the blows on the middle nut. Chunks of wax broke up and flew in every direction as the spoon left pink impact marks all over Bruce's scrotum. Finally ten minutes the wax was cleared off to Zach's satisfaction. There was a terrible ache in the pit of Bruce's rippled stomach and it felt like his balls had just been pounded into mush. His middle ball was slightly more red than the other two but otherwise, everything looked much better than it felt. The wooden spoon had stung on every impact and Bruce's gonads were still radiating pain in the same rhythm.

Zach set down the spoon and took Bruce's middle nut in the palm of his hand, then started squeezing his hand shut. Hard.  Bruce let out a low, constant moan and the muscles in his torso tightened as his legs uselessly tried to flail shut.  

"Hmm, it's still here. Don't worry, we're going to cure your polyorchidism soon enough,"

"Please... dude..."

Bruce gritted his teeth as his ball was compressed into a dense meatball in Zach's hands that felt like it was literally going to implode.  Zach pleased his grip but before Bruce could breathe a sigh of relief, Zach drew his fist back and sent it sailing into Bruce's bare nuts.

"Oomph!"

A loud, wet smack echoed through the garage.

"Ouch, that had to hurt,"  Luck winced crossing his own legs in empathy.

CRUNCH. CRUNCH.

Zach slammed Bruce's manhood two more times with most of the force purposefully directed to Bruce's middle ball which was already starting to swell slightly. For good measure, Zach followed up with a  bone-cracking knee that was so brutal Bruce was lifted slightly from the floor and his swollen nuts were flattened dangerously between his pelvis and Zach's knee.

"Doctor! Please..."

Despite the pain, Bruce was struggling to stay in character and avoided the urge to should out 'Zach stop!'.

Zach walked over to the table and scanned the items there before deciding that his next tool of choice was going to be a leather crop. He lazily tapped the head of it against his open palm as he eyed Bruce's sack.

Zach reared his arm all the way back before sending the head of the crop into Bruce's balls with a firm splat.  Bruce's eyes crossed and his lips parted in a stupor as the crop's deceptively smooth head slammed into his aching balls with a nasty sting. Bruce's testicles bounced with each strike and Zach was particularly aiming for the middle nut which was now quite red and swollen looking. Bruce threw his head back and howled, his torso gleaming with sweat, as Zach smacked his defenseless nuts so rapidly that the crop became a grey blur. His eyes crossed as his arms and legs instinctively tried to break free, but the restraints weren't going anywhere.  For fun, Zach started whistling a random pop music tune, striking Bruce's reddening balls in time to with the music like he was hitting a fleshy xylophone. The left nut was for low notes, the right nut was for high notes and the middle nut was for everything in between. With the depraved indifference Zach was showing his manhood, Bruce worried he'd be singing a few octaves higher himself soon.

After nearly ten minutes, Zach stepped back and admired his handsome buddy who was responding much better to the nonstop abuse than he expected. Zach had remembered Bruce being somewhat of a wimp when he was sack-tapped in college but clearly he had developed some tolerance since then.

"I think it's time we start on more aggressive treatment. The terminal phase, if you will."

Zach turned to Lucas and gave a signal to cut filming.

"Dude, you're doing great!"

Zach cupped Bruce's sore nuts in his hands and rolled them gently, turned on by having an extra ball to in his grasp.

"Let's get you set up for the next scene."

Zach and Lucas worked to untie Bruce and moved him to another part of the garage to film the second half of the scene...

...The conclusion is here

POPS: Property Brothers - Outtakes

Brothers Drew and Jonathan Scott had done it again. They had taken a cute, but not particularly inspiring bungalow and renovated it into a glossy, modern home. The grand reveal of the renovation was taking place that evening and the brothers were doing the last walkthrough of the house to make sure every piece of furniture and detail was just right.

Trevor, a young production intern, followed them and his small frame was barely able to wield the large television camera he was using to capture their commentary for B-roll footage.

Both of the tall, handsome identical twins were dressed casually in flattering jeans and white polo shirts that hugged their fit torsos. Trevor tried to hide his obvious infatuation with the adorable brothers and was glad most of his frequently-blushed face was obscured by the giant camera.  

Living Room

"Wow, Jonathan! This place really looks great and knocking out that half-wall between the living and dining rooms really maximizes the small space,"  

Drew smiled as he picked up a hammer from the coffee table that had blended into some of the abstract-art knickknacks and been missed by the crew.

Drew arched his arm and at first, Trevor thought he was going to toss the hammer onto the couch, but instead casually swung it into Jonathan's crotch. The cameraman could make out the sizeable bulge jostle from the brutal impact and the look on Jonathan's face - along with him doubling over in pain clutching his babymakers - made it obvious Drew hadn't been holding back.

"Oomph!" 

Jonathan rubbed his aching nuts through his jeans and cut his brother an annoyed look.

"Ya' got me, bro'."

He took the hammer from Drew and placed it into his tool belt before turning toward the camera.

"Contractor etiquette 101. Definately make sure you clean up all your tools before showing off your work to a client,"

Kitchen

"Even a small kitchen like this one can feel grand with the right design,"

Jonathan said smiling into the camera.

"Take this for example,"  

Jonathan grabbed a small wheeled kitchen cart loaded with small appliances and pushed it quickly into the middle of the room. The top corner of the cart collided with the bulge in Drew's jeans - hard - and the twin's eyes crossed as the sharp edge pressed into his nuts. Without missing a beat, Jonathan continued.

"These portable carts make a great addition to kitchens too small for a traditional island, and this style even lets you quickly raise and lower the height so it fits any room,"

Jonathan winked at his brother as his foot pressed a level near one of the wheels that lowered the countertop, then quickly pressed another lever that caused the counter to rise, slamming into Drew's balls again. And again. Trevor winced but kept the camera dutifully focused on the brotherly culling.  Jonathan withdrew the cart and just before Drew could grab his balls and crumple to his knees sent the cart slamming into Drew's crotch yet again. Trevor winced at the sickening impact sounds that didn't seem to bode well for Jonathan getting any nieces or nephews.

Bathroom

The bathroom was quite narrow so Trevor stood in the doorway filming Drew and Jonathan as they stood side by side for the next segment.

"Light is critical for a small bathroom, so I enlarged the original window and installed these beautiful glass blocks,"

A glass block was on display on the vanity and Jonathan picked it up to show to the camera.

"As you can see, these blocks are heavy and durable, perfect for a quality renovation. Wouldn't you say, Drew?"

THUNK!

Jonathan tossed the block towards Drew's open hands but his aim was a bit too low. The block flattened Drew's bulge with a thud before bouncing off and landing on the floor. Jonathan chuckled as he picked it up.

"See, didn't even crack," he remarked as he put the block back on the vanity. 

"And by swapping out to a slightly smaller shower, we kept the room functional but made it feel much more open,"

Jonathan dramatically swung his arms out at his sides and rotated to show off how even a nearly six-and-a-half-foot tall man could move comfortably in the narrow space. Drew's eyes widened and he tried to cover his crotch but wasn't fast enough as his brother's fists slammed into his balls one after the other.  Drew's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped onto the toilet to catch his breath.

Patio

Trevor followed Drew and Jonathan to the back patio for the last bit of footage. All three of them started to sweat nearly instantly after leaving the airconditioned home and stepping into the baking sun. Trevor felt his pants tighten as he caught a waft of the brothers' masculine, sweaty scents.

"You can see that Jonathan and his team did a great job turning a patch of dirt into a tiled patio great for entertaining,"

"Yeah, but you will definitely want to use one of these Scott Living brand patio umbrellas to beat the summer heat,"

Jonathan grabbed a large closed umbrella that was leaned against the back of the house and swung it toward the patio table. Trevor giggled as Drew's eyes opened wide as the large metal finial of the umbrella crashed into his nuts.

"Oops! Always be aware of your surroundings, right Drew?"

Jonathan pulled back the umbrella, but instead of installing it onto the table, he rammed it forward again, smacking his brother's nuggets like he was using a giant pool cue.

"Ooomph!" Drew gasped.

"Wow, I'm clumsy today!"  

Jonathan said with a smile as his brother bent over and winced. He installed the patio umbrella and opened it to shade the small round table from the oppressive sun. Drew and Jonathan sat across from each other and faced the camera smiling.

As Jonathan was giving his closing commentary, Drew lifted his foot and placed it gently on the mounding bulge in his twin's lap. His heavy loafers pressed into his brother's bulge gently as Jonathan tried not to wince, pretending to ignore it until...

WHOOMP

Trevor looked on in shock as Drew pulled his foot back and slammed it full force into Jonathan's sack so hard that he was knocked backward out of his chair. Jonathan let out a squeal as he grabbed his junk and whimpered in a fetal position. Trevor kept rolling as Jonathan's moans morphed into laughter and Drew outstretched his hand to help his brother up.

Jonathan reached out but instead of grasping Drew's hand, he made a fist and slammed it upward into Drew's crotch at the last moment. Trevor could make out Drew's bulge being absolutely flattened by his large brother's merciless punch. Drew howled and collapsed to his knees.

Incredulously, the two were laughing in between low moans of pain as they regained their footing. The site of the handsome, sweaty brothers holding their identical busted sacks was too much for Trevor and his cock got rock hard in his pants.

Drew's eyes drifted from Trevor's crotch to his brother, then back to Trevor's crotch. Jonathan and Drew both smiled mischievously as they approached the relatively tiny intern, cracking their knuckles.

Ballbusting Crossword Puzzle

New story posting tomorrow but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this random ballbusting themed crossword!

You can download the PDF here

And the answer sheet is here.

What A Mess: The Ghost Network V

A maniacal showman nicknamed The Ghost devises clever ways to brutally castrate helpless studs live on the web to the delight of his globe-spanning throng of fans.  All of his past adventures can be seen here:  The Ghost Network Series

The Ghost's last show had been a particularly brutal 'head to head' competition where an American jock and an equally handsome Brazilian raced to see who could end the other's sex life first resulting in a dramatic double-rupture. Then his video feeds went mostly silent.  He would send out the occasional relatively vanilla prerecorded clip of some random hunk having his nuts bashed in with a mallet, but nothing like the over-the-top - and live -  productions that his ravenous fans had grown accustomed to.  

Some of his fans assumed the law had finally caught up to The Ghost.  Or perhaps one of the guys in his videos had broken free and given The Ghost a taste of his own medicine.  However, all doubts were instantly quelled when - three years after the Brazilian's manhood had been turned into a gooey stain - The Ghost sent out an email with a simple message:

Ladies and gentlemen, freaks and psychos please click on the attached encrypted link at 06:00 hours Pacific Time for a live performance that will have you chanting W-A-M! What A Mess! 

- Eternally Yours, The Ghost

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Aaron groaned and opened his eyes, quickly closing them after being blinded by a hideous glare.  He slowly reopened them and was stunned at his surroundings.  The last thing he could remember clearly he was heading into the gym locker room after a workout when suddenly there was a loud, strange noise and guys screaming.  When Aaron had turned to see what was happening, Aaron felt a blunt pain on the side of his head, then lights out.

He now found himself in a small sterile-looking white room with no visible windows or doors. It was blindingly bright even though he couldn't see any obvious light sources and staring back at him coldly was a large, studio-quality tripod-mounted camera.  Still feeling groggy he attempted to take a step only to realize he was naked and locked in place with his thick thighs spread slightly apart as his ankles were chained to the floor.  The bulky hunk's arms were tied behind his back and he was standing against a metal pole. A series of leather straps crisscrossed his muscular chest, joined in a knot behind his back and around the pole, effectively holding him in place.

As Aaron started to become more aware of his surroundings he noticed a white table behind the camera filled with various objects covered by a white cloth. He couldn't tell from the random assorted lumps what exactly was under the fabric, though that wasn't his highest priority. At just shy of six-feet tall and stacked with muscle, the twenty-eight-year-old was unfamiliar with the sensation washing over him; the feeling of being physically helpless.

Aaron was still struggling as he heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind. The footsteps were quite distinct and echoed throughout the room yet Aaron had not heard a door open. The jock winced in shock as a tall average built man with a strong looking upper body wearing a black dress shirt and loose-fitting khakis seemed to suddenly appear directly in front of him, faster than the speed of the footsteps would suggest.  

The man looked extremely familiar, though Aaron couldn't place him, and he gave the bound stud a wink as he slid a Guy Fawkes mask over his ruggedly handsome face.

"Hope you got a good look," the man said as a distinct aroma of strong peppermint gum wafted over Aaron's face.

Aaron was too stunned by the bizarre situation to even speak. Despite being tied to a pole in an unknown location, the handsome man in front of him didn't seem particularly threatening. Maybe if he played along with whatever was happening things would turn out okay, Aaron thought. He noticed that the man was also carrying a laptop which he set on the table and after typing in a few commands the studio camera came to life and lights lit up along its side. The screen of the laptop was black except for a growing list of what appeared to be IP addresses in a blocky font.

The tall man turned toward Aaron and in a voice filled with malice almost growled.

"They're going to love you, Aaron."

Aaron's blood turned cold as the room was suddenly plunged into darkness and dramatic music filled the room. It sounded like the stirring music that accompanied breaking news events on television and the man stood in front of Aaron facing the camera as a spotlight suddenly bathed them both.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it is I - The Ghost - and I'm prepared to bring you a very special treat live and in vivid 8K resolution thanks to a new camera rig generously donated by a fan,"

The Ghost stepped aside and the main lights gradually came back up until the room was once against bathed in white. Ghost continued to introduce Aaron to the audience, though the jock was mostly tuning him out. Aaron began to beg and plead into the uncaring camera - and the equally unmoved audience - as his rippled body was broadcast for all to see. Aaron was in peak physical fitness with a tall, well-built body that was sculpted to show off the male form in all of its splendor. His pecs mounded over his flat abs and his powerful upper arms were visible even as his arms were pulled behind his back. The leather straps that tied his torso in place were strong but were tied in such a way as to not detract too much from his sculpted body.  Aaron's thighs were quite thick and between them was an almost comically huge scrotum the size of a large orange that was tight against his crotch. It was clean-shaven, which only made the orbs look even bigger and his cock was just a scared nub totally flaccid from fear. 

"...and just look at these beauties!" 

Aaron focused back in on the Ghost's long-winded introduction. Ghost had taken Aarons' sack in his gloved hand and was holding it up toward the camera to show off their size. Aaron screamed out more in fear than anything as Ghost cradled his nuts for the camera. The man wasn't nearly as buff as the young athlete but his upper body was still quite athletic and Aaron was loathed to do anything to piss him off while he was in such a vulnerable position.

"Please... what do you want?"

The masked face only stared back silently before Ghost released Aaron's balls and made his way toward the table. Aaron screamed and struggled in earnest as the man returned carrying a wooden baseball bat thumping it against his palm as he approached.

The permanent smirk on the mask seemed especially appropriate as the Ghost took a batter's stance in front of him and carefully lined up the bat so that it would sail into Aaron's fat, trapped nuts.

"No! No, please!"

Aaron screamed and writhed as the man rotated his torso almost completely around before delivering a pelvis-shattering swing. The bat sunk into Aaron's sack, crushing his testicles against this body with a loud thud.  Aaron was still processing the incredible pain as the man reared back and slammed the bat into his sack again. And again.  Aaron thought he was going to be sick as his ballsack was brutally beaten for nearly five minutes, though it felt infinitely longer to him.  Aaron could feel his huge nuts being squashed between his body and the bat but despite the obvious damage Ghost was trying to inflict, his nuts resisted too much deformation. Instead, his tough nuts slowly started to swell and his sack took on a rosy pink, hardly reflective of the fiery red pain shooting from them.  

Aaron was sobbing and crying as Ghost set down the bat and again took the jock's hefty nuts into his hands.  Ghost clasped his hands together with Aaron's bollocks trapped in between and seemed genuinely surprised at how firm they were. Ghost wasn't squeezing particularly hard, but hard enough that most testicles would have at least flattened slightly. Aaron's nuts, on the other hand, were hard as stone.  Ghost let go of Aaron's equipment and let the crying young man catch his breath as he turned toward the camera.

"Wow, I wish you all could feel how firm these things are! Talk about getting your rocks off!"

"Oooph!"

Aaron tensed up as the Ghost sent his fist sailing into his sack before heading back to the table. With a flourish, Ghost removed the white cloth revealing a strange array of items Aaron couldn't make out from a distance. Ghost picked up what appeared to be a glass orb with a strange tapered opening and a small black machine about the size of a shoebox with a thin hose dangling from it. Ghost set the orb and the contraption at Aaron's feet then proceeded to plug the black box into an unseen electrical outlet behind Aaron before attaching the box's hose to a purpose-built nipple attached to the glass ball.

Aaron cried out and looked on in confusion as Ghost held up the glass ball to toward the camera rotating it so that his audience could see it in detail. The glass ball had a small opening drilled into the top with a thick white rubber gasket. Ghost had been explaining its function to the audience but Aaron had been too busy screaming to hear much of it besides the part where Ghost referred to the glass ball as a 'chamber'. The masked face turned toward him and even behind the permanent-smile Aaron could tell the man was becoming irritated.  Ghost set down the chamber and headed to the table where he fetched length of duct tape which he used to cover Aaron's mouth without ceremony, muffling but not totally silencing his screams.  

The ghost picked up the glass chamber and positioned the gasket opening in front of his balls. Aaron's eyes grew wide as he thought the man was going to slam the glass into his nuggets and drive shards of glass into them. Instead, Ghost used one hand to hold the chamber in front of Aaron's crotch and the other to shove his balls, one at a time, roughly into the opening. The opening was actually more than large enough to accommodate Aaron's balls, but the thick gasket made the process incredibly snug and as soon as they were inside, the rubbery gasket quickly tightened shut, creating a nearly airtight seal.  

Ghost held the chamber with one hand being sure to stand off to the side lest he block the camera and pulled out a small remote from his pocket. Before Aaron could react Ghost pressed the single button on the remote and had black box sprang to life with a low pitch, rumbling sound.  Aaron immediately realized that the machine was some kind of air pump.

"Mmmph! Pmmmmph!"

The audience had an unobstructed view of the Aaron's nuts trapped in the glass chamber that was being rapidly drained of air. As the pump sucked more and more air from the chamber, Aaron's already large nuts started to slowly puff up to fill the void. Aaron cried as it felt like a wild animal was viscously sucking and pulling on his spuds as they slowly started to grow.  It wasn't a rapid balloon-like expansion but a methodical growth as each nut swelled and stretched at his sack.  His balls had swollen significantly by the time Ghost powered off the machine and removed the chamber.  Back at normal atmosphere, his testicles started to shrink slightly but still looked permanently swollen and red. 

"And you thought they were big before!" Ghost laughed as he gently cradled Aaron's nuts to show off the puffy orbs to the camera.

He walked back to the camera and returned wearing a pair of white boxing gloves.  Aaron instantly knew what ghost was about to do as he stood in front of him in a boxer's stance but just before the first blow landed, the masked man stepped back and headed toward the camera.  

"I wouldn't want you all to miss the best view,"

Ghost wheeled the large camera to a predetermined marking on the floor so that it was at a slight angle of the handsome trapped stud instead of filming him dead on. Satisfied, Ghost walked over to Aaron and again took his stance only this time he could stand in front of Aaron and punch without blocking the camera's view.

"Mmmmmph!"

Ghost leaned into his first punch, allowing all of his weight to go into slamming the heavy glove into Aaron's nuts. Ghost alternated between fists punching Aaron's swollen sack with only a brief pause between blows. He transitioned into uppercuts, plowing Aaron's sack into this body and connecting so hard Aaron thought he was going to be split in half.  Aaron cried and sobbed and begged Ghost to stop though all that managed to come out were muffled screams.  

"Pmmpmph!"

The wet impacts ricocheted through the room as Aaron's swelling balls were slowly annihilated by the surprisingly strong Ghost.  Aaron's eyes rolled into his head and he felt like he was going to black off when Ghost suddenly stopped.  He removed the gloves and tossed them casually to the floor. Finally, Aaron thought, a reprieve. The sensation of relief was short-lived.

THUD

The Ghost continued punching Aaron's sack with his bare fist, grinding his knuckles in with each impact. Despite the abuse, swelling, and bruising, the jock's sack was still resisting deformation. Ghost has expected to feel Aaron's ball meat warp around his fists, instead, it felt like he was punching too very firm lumps of clay that only barely gave in to the pressure.

"These things..."

THUD

"...are dense as fuck!"

Ghost was literally working up a sweat as he unloaded on Aaron for nearly fifteen minutes.  Aaron was sure his testicles were toast despite still firmly keeping their shape and the pain was unbelievable. By the time Ghost stopped punching Aaron's taut abs were filled with a deep, dull ache the likes of which he had never even imagined was possible. His balls felt like they had been through a ringer though they were only slightly bruised and red.

"Impressive," Ghost commented as he picked up the glass chamber and shoved Aaron's balls back inside.

The gasket sealed shut trapping his balls in the chamber as Ghost again pressed the button on the remote.  Aaron let out a deep groan and his eyes rolled uncontrollably as his balls started to expand.  His nuts became bigger and bigger as the tubes and ducts inside expanded to fill the vacuum. A throbbing pressure started to fill his sack that ironically felt like they were being crushed even though they were now twice their normal size.

"Should I just finish now?" 

Ghost said into the camera.

Aaron pleaded and struggled desperately to get loose but the machine just kept sucking the air out of the chamber.

"Mmmmph!"

Aaron felt a strange sensation, almost like a zit had popped inside his scrotum, and he looked down to see that hideous welts were forming all over his engorged sack which was still puffing up.

"Pwmmmmph!'

Once again Ghost powered off the machine and removed the glass chamber.  Aaron's nuts immediately began to shrink but were still clearly larger than normal and even without the suction of the machine, they felt sore and ached from their cores. Aaron's head slumped down as Ghost headed back to the camera, wheeling it back to its original position so that it was once again facing his beautiful body head-on. As Ghost gathered something from the table, the exhausted stud hung nearly motionless with his hideously swollen, puffed up balls on full display. 

Ghost came back over to Aaron holding a small white chain which he tied tightly around the base of Aaron's nutsack like a noose. Not knowing what Ghost was going to do next, Aaron sobbed and begged as the Ghost turned to the camera.

"I wonder just how much weight Aaron's tough sack can take, don't you?"

Ghost had a spring in his step as he walked to the table and came back with a large metal block with a hook on the end.  Aaron looked on in horror as Ghost attached the hook to the chain tied around his balls.  Ghost's masked face looked directly as Aaron for a split second before he stepped back, letting the weight free fall. Aaron's eyes crossed and his abdominals instantly rippled as his entire body tensed up.  

His heavy balls were viciously yanked by the weight, the fleshy things being pulled several inches from his body before the weight finally stopped, suspended in midair as the hunk's sack and the weight reached a painful equilibrium.  Ghost, not wanting to rush the experience for his fans, stood off-camera so that everyone could admire the significant hang of Aaron's usually-tight nuts as they were pulled toward the floor.

"I think we can do better than that,"

Aaron moaned as Ghost headed back to the table and came with another equally large weight.  Aaron got sick just at the site of it and Ghost wasted no time attaching the second weight to the chain. The Ghost held the weight aloft as he stepped out of the way, allowing his audience to admire Aaron's sack being pulled by the first weight with the second precariously ready to drop. The sick visual lingered for just a moment before Ghost let the second weight fall.

Aaron felt something tear in his sack as his scrotum was pulled toward the floor several more inches. Aaron struggled, trying to move his hips in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure but that only made his heavy sack swing wildly. There was another heinous tearing sensation and his nuts lowered another inch quickly before the weights stopped, hung motionless for a few seconds, and then dropped further.

"Mmmmph! Mmmmphmmmm!"

Ghost did a jig before heading back to the table to retrieve yet another weight.  Aaron feared what would happen to his already failing nuts if the man added even more weight to the chain.  Ghost attached the third weight and held it for what seemed like several minutes. Aaron was shaking like a leaf and his body was glistening with sweat as he pleaded for the man to show mercy. 

"Pppppmmph!"

Aaron nearly blacked out as the third weight was released.  His nuts were violently yanked further down another inch nearly instantly. The connective tissues in Aaron's sack stiffened and the weights seemed to resist lowering as his gonads and the weights again reached equilibrium, but that only lasted a moment before the weights slowly started their descent to the floor, dragging Aaron's helpless nuts along with them.  Aaron could feel like testicles being literally ripped from his body yet there was nothing he could do. The weight stack lowered and lowered and lowered, tugging at his balls which were internally starting to tear apart.  

After what felt like an eternity, Ghost removed the weights and tossed them to the ground with three loud thuds. Aaron swore he felt the floor vibrate as they landed, a testament to their ridiculous weight. Ghost again held up Aaron's nuts for the audience. They were permanently swollen, lower-hanging and purplish-red but were still a healthy - albeit huge - round shape.  As Aaron hung helplessly from the pole, Ghost headed back to the table and retrieved another glass chamber. This one was significantly larger than the first, nearly the size of a perfectly-clear basketball, and it had the same entry hole with gasket drilled into the top.

Aaron screamed as Ghost shoved his battered nuts into the large glass ball and used his gloved-finger to make sure that the gasket was tight. Aaron winced.  The smaller chamber's gasket had been tight, but the thick, hard gasket on this air chamber was especially tight, nearly clamping off Aaron's balls completely.  It was so tight that within a matter of moments his nuts felt numb and they were turning purple. 

Ghost let the large glass orb hang freely from Aaron's crotch, tugging at his already abused scrotum, as he attached the hose to the nipple in the side of the glass and stepped completely out of the frame.  The camera was still pointed directly at Aaron, with his luscious, sweaty, muscular body on full display.  His swollen testicles bulged inside of the crystal-clear basketball-sized bubble that surrounded it. Ghost gave his viewers several moments to savor the visual before he turned on the machine.  

The air compressor came to life and Aaron could once again feel intense pressure from inside his scrotum as it expanded.  And expanded. And expanded.  Aaron looked toward Ghost and shook his head frantically but Ghost only shrugged and put the remote back into his pocket as he held his arms crossed in front of him, a clear indication that Ghost wasn't going to stop the machine this time.  

"Nnmmmp! Nnnnnmpph! Hmmmph! Hmmmph! Pwwpph!"

Aaron hysterically pleaded as pain exploded from his scrotum. His nuts were now twice as large as normal and were still slowly swelling. The stud could feel tearing and popping inside his sack and it felt like someone was squeezing them from the inside. The sensation was bizarre and unbelievable and as his scrotum continued to swell, normally invisible veins along its surface ballooned and throbbed like thick spaghetti, looking like they would burst from under this skin at any moment. Aaron felt a tremendous pain from his left nut as if felt like it was being torn apart from the inside out and looked down to see the enormous orb was starting to weirdly dimple and deform.

"Mmmmph!"

The machine huffed and puffed as Aaron's sack continued to bulge and expand. His already huge nuts were nearly three times as large as they should have been and Aaron blacked out after a gross squishing sensation filled his sack. Chambers and structures were rupturing and tearing as his bloated scrotum kept expanding...

BLOOOOO-UUU-OOOOOOOOSH

In an instant, every square inch of the inside surface of the chamber was painted with gore as Aaron's sack spectacularly burst into chunks. It's likely the explosive mess would have struck the camera had it not been for the walls of the vessel keeping the spray in check.  The pressure inside Aaron's package had simply gotten too great and every structure, fiber, and tube failed catastrophically all at once. Even Ghost seemed startled by the violence of the event. One instant Aaron's balls had been terminally swollen but were only expanding slowly, and the next. BOOM. 

The wet splashing of chunks splattering the inside of the chamber was audible even over the sound of the machine. The connective tissues holding Aaron's balls to this body had been obliterated, allowing the chamber's sturdy gasket to seal itself shut, freeing the glass ball from Aaron's body.  The goop-filled device fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces allowing what was left of Aaron's manhood to spill all over the floor, with a sizeable amount splashing his calves and thighs.  Flecks and bits even managed to land on Aaron's pecs.

Ghost allowed the image of the absolute mess to linger on the as he narrated from off-screen. 

"I told you! What a mess! What a mess!"

Ghost approached Aaron's limp body with gauze and absorbent patches he was going to use to crudely patch the gaping hole in his crotch but slipped on a thick slug of testicle matter. He landed on his back and chuckled as he looked toward the camera.

"See you next time!"

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...Status 413 Payload Too Large

The Ghost Network: A Recap

Since there are a lot of new readers to this blog, I thought I would make a chronological listing of the stories in the series The Ghost Network in preparation for tomorrow's latest entry. A showman with a passion for flamboyantly wasting guys' junk, Ghost is as technically savvy as he is depraved and always broadcasts his shows live on the web. Dating back to 2012, he is the longest-running character on the blog, which is unusual since my stories are typically self-contained.

I hope you enjoy this retrospective as well as Monday's entry. Be aware that these stories are particularly brutal ;)

Welcome to the Network: Genesis

Originally Aired: 15 December 2012

Synopsis: A hunky athlete is violently castrated in front of a live web audience and the world learns without a doubt that The Ghost isn't just an internet hoax. Can Ghost finish the job before the authorities shut down his stream? 

Cue the Pulse

Originally Aired: 22 April 2013

Synopsis: Proving his stunning reach, Ghost captures a young Frenchman who is forced to decide between saving his own balls or those of a captive Russian soldier. Read to the end for A) a wicked twist ending B) an unintentional Ernest Hemmingway quotation ;)

Crushed Ginger

Originally Aired: 15 September 2014

Synopsis: A handsome red-read is stalked and abducted by one of Ghost's avid watchers.  The Ghost puts him in the ultimate stress position as he works to turn his huge equipment into a distant memory. But when the live-stream is suddenly intercepted by the authorities the audience flees until a final surprise is so over-the-top that - even at the risk of being caught - the audience count skyrockets...

Going Head to Head

Originally Aired: 26 September 2017

Synopsis: In a brazen abduction that highlights the power of The Ghost's devoted and well-connected fans, two adorable muscle studs from opposite continents face off in an extremely high stakes contest that has potential ramifications for more than just the two players. Jeers and cheers from the web audience are pumped in live as Ghost pulls off his most cinematic - and brutal - web show yet.