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Twenty five year old Liam opened his eyes slowly as he gradually regained consciousness, his vision was blurry but he instantly made out a familiar site. Standing across from him was his twin brother Noah. He was naked, passed out and tied to a metal post protruding from the floor. A rush of adrenaline cleared Liam's foggy mind enough for him to cry out.
"Noah! Noah, wake up!"
Still groggy, Liam tried to move only to realize that he too was tied in place. His muscular arms were wrenched painfully behind his back and what felt like tight rope kept his wrists bound together. Liam continued to struggle pull free but he was bound tightly to the pole. The barely-conscious jock wasn't going anywhere. As Liam became more lucid he realized that standing next to Noah were two other passed out young men similarly tied who were facing toward two others on the same side as Liam.
Six blokes were naked, restrained to poles facing each other in pairs. On each side, they were about three feet apart with each pair separated by a ten foot gap. Between each pair of captives was a crotch-level plain white pedestal. Despite the obviously bizarre circumstance, Liam quickly determined that panic wouldn't be productive.
Liam, Noah and the other four captives were all breathing and there wasn't anything immediately dangerous in the vicinity. Virtually anyone else would have been thrashing to break free or calling out for help, but Liam's level head quickly switched into analysis mode trying to understand more about his situation before blindly lashing out.
He looked around to see that they were in a large stark white room that seemed to lack any windows or doors. There was a large camera, like the kind in a studio, pointed toward them and behind the camera was a laptop on a table displaying a counter labeled 'Viewers' that was slowly ticking up. Liam squinted to make out the second line of the display. It read: "Local Time: Las Vegas / Paradise, Nevada - 11:59". Noah was instantly even more confused than he already was. Las Vegas wasn't particularly far away, but he had no memory of the nearly three hundred mile journey.
The last thing Liam remembered clearly was he and Noah playing video games at Noah's house in Century City, California. There was a rapid knock at the door... but after that it was fuzzy. He vaguely recalled a struggle with a masked man who used the element of surprise - and a bat - to overwhelm the dumbstruck brothers. Liam tried to fight back but when the man pulled out a gun and threatened to shoot a cowering Noah point blank in the face, Liam instantly stopped fighting. He begged for him to stop and was answered with a sharp blow to the head. After that he only remembered bits and pieces, more like flashes of memory. He was blindfolded and tossed into a truck, he remember feeling the rumble of the road during the few times he semi woke up during the journey, but when the truck finally stopped his nostrils were filled with a noxious odor then everything was blank until now.
As he continued to try to free his wrists, Noah became aware of an odd sensation on his neck and realized that he and the others were wearing what appeared to be thick metal collars with a single white LED on the front. Curiouser and curiouser, Liam thought.
"Noah! Noah wake up!"
Noah started to stir at the same time as the two men beside him. There was a loud yawn and Liam glanced to his right to see that the two men next to him were also starting to rise. One of them, a handsome young blonde immediately started screaming and pulling wildly at the unyielding post.
"Help! Help!" he screamed, his chest heaving in terror that was the antithesis of Liam's stoic calm.
The anguish in the young man's voice was disturbing.
The older blonde across from him, who bore a striking resemblance, tried his best to calm him down.
"Josh, calm down. Your big bro is here, you'll be okay," he was lying but considering he was equally helpless, reassuring words were the best he could offer.
The older blonde was clearly overwhelmed by the sheer terror in his brother's screams and fought back tears as the frightened teenager pulled against his restraints working himself into more and more of a panic. Mason, the elder brother had to look away in despair as his kid brother desperately called out to his brother for help. Josh gradually regained some semblance of control as the six strangers introduced themselves, desperate to find any connecting thread or explanation for their situation.
Mason was twenty-nine, a tall well built slim young man with muscular thighs and a meaty set of nuts dangling freely between them. His brother Josh was eighteen, a slightly shorter but equally well-built - and well hung - version of his older brother. The two explained that they were in Las Vegas on vacation when there was a knock on the door of their suite and when Mason opened the door... everything became blurry after that point. The next concrete thing either of them could remember was waking up in the white room.
The other pair introduced themselves as Paul and Frank. Paul was forty-two, a solidly built, tall man with an olive complexion and jet black hair. He was easily the most ripped of any of the six with a corrugated stomach, huge biceps and thick legs covered in equally black hair. Between his legs was a set of jumbo egg sized nuts and a beefy, fat cock drooped lazily over them. His brother Frank was one year older and was equally attractive, capped off with an absolutely huge ball bag swinging halfway down his thighs. Paul and Frank had been tent camping in Joshua Tree National Park in southern California. There was a strange noise outside their tent but before they could unzip to investigate they were overwhelmed with a strong noxious odor that made them both blackout. Frank vaguely remembered being in the back of a van and Paul could actually recall the lights and sounds of the Bellagio Fountains on the Las Vegas Strip as the van drove by, but it was as if it were in a dream. He had tried to sit up but was instantly knocked back out by a hand holding a foul smelling cloth over his face from the front seat. The next thing he knew he was in the strange white room with the others.
Finally Noah and Liam introduced themselves. They were two extremely good looking identical twins from California who were fit, trim and muscular with thick black hair. They were well tanned except for the underwear-shape outline at their crotches, the thick hair between their legs did little to hide their ample twin sacks. Their sacks were naturally tight to their bodies, but the white room was abnormally warm, causing their spuds to sag in their ball bags. In fact all six of the overstuffed sperm factories were sagging lower than normal thanks to the heat, and all of their torsos were glistening with sweat.
Noah, Josh and Paul were on one side of the room facing their brothers, Liam, Mason and Frank, respectively. It almost looked like the setup for an exceptionally hot porno where the three handsome sets of well-endowed brothers would break free and erupt into a brother-swapping orgy; and in any other context Liam would have gladly gone down on Josh, Mason, Paul, Frank or any combination thereof, but this was hardly the time for such fantasies. He quickly banished the thought as he struggled to maintain an analytical detachment while staring at Josh and Paul's beautiful bodies.
The six captives started spinning increasing wild theories about their predicament. Maybe they had been abducted by aliens. Maybe it was a bizarre reality show, or they had been captured by a cult. Perhaps it was terrorists or they were unwitting participants in an elaborate Las Vegas stage show. Paul and Frank seemed suspicious by Liam's calmness and seemed to be asking him and Noah crafted questions as if to catch them in a lie. Josh seemed especially disturbed by their collars with the mysterious light and Noah was growing increasingly uneasy by the expensive camera rig, convinced that someone was watching and listening the entire time. One thing was clear; none of them had any idea what was actually happening.
Suddenly, they were all stunned into silence by a booming disembodied voice.
"Welcome, welcome!" the voice rang out from nowhere yet everywhere at once.
It was an otherwise pleasant, deep voice that nonetheless caused Josh to shiver in fear.
"I've been enjoying listening to your theories," came the voice again, only this time it was coming from inside the room.
Noah, Josh and Paul let out a shriek of surprise as a tall, unassuming middle age man seemed to appear behind their brothers as if out of thin air. There was a barely audible closing of a door that must have blended so seamlessly into the wall that it was practically invisible. The ruggedly handsome man looked extremely familiar, though none of them could quite place him, and he strolled between the six, stopping to eye each of them up and down smiling, his cold gaze lingering on each set of nuts.
The brothers watched his inspection in silence, too terrified to speak. Even though the man seemed mild mannered, something about him made it instantly apparent that he was not to be trifled with. When the man reached the table with the laptop he picked up a Guy Fawkes mask from the table and winked at Liam before obscuring his face. With the press of a button on the laptop, the camera came to life and the room's lights dimmed enough for spot lights from the ceiling to bathe each brother and the pedestals between them.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to another production of the Ghost Network, I am your host, Ghost!" the man had a showman's flare as he spoke into the camera.
The camera's rigging seemed to follow Ghost as he approached Noah. Noah let out a gasp of surprise as the man cupped his heavy testicles in his palm and introduced him to the invisible audience.
"Everyone, meet our first contestant, Noah, an adorable twenty-five year old identical twin!"
Ghost gave Noah's nuts a painful squeeze before dropping them.
He continued down the line to Josh. Josh was shivering in fright as Ghost grabbed one of his big, young nuts in each hand and pressed his thumbs into them. Josh threw his head back and howled as Mason pulled at his restraints more frantically than ever.
"Mason! Help me! Aaah!" Josh started crying as Ghost's inhuman strength squashed his spuds further and further.
"Let go of him you bastard!" Mason roared. Ghost just turned and chuckled.
"Josh here is the tender age of eighteen," Ghost started, finally letting go of his nuts before heading over to Mason.
"And this is his hunky twenty-nine year old brother, Mason. Isn't he gorgeous."
Mason sneered at Ghost as he ran his hand down Mason's chest, down his stomach before finally stopping at Mason's hulking nuts. Ghost took Mason's left nut into his palm and Mason braced himself for a squeeze, but Ghost merely let the heavy organ fall unscathed.
"Beautiful balls we get to play with tonight," Ghost laughed.
Finally it was time to introduce Paul and Frank. Ghost let the camera linger over their exquisite bodies before continuing.
"Look at this absolute paradigm of male perfection," Ghost started, running both hands over Paul's mounding pecs.
"He looks like he's carved out of stone,"
Ghost's hands continued to creep lower.
"I wonder if his stones are equally hard,"
Without warning, Ghost grasped both of Paul's broad shoulders and slammed his knee into Paul's crotch over and over and over. Paul let out a girlish scream as his massive stones were ground into dust by the Ghost's expertly aimed knee. The burly daddy screamed and tried to close his legs but it was no use, Ghost's knee was laser focused on its mission.
"These are..."
CRUNCH
"...the biggest...
CRUNCH
"...balls of the group..."
CRUUUNCH.
Paul thought he was going to vomit as Ghost slammed his knee into his swelling nuts and ground them into his pelvis one final time. Ghost released Paul's shoulders and let the injured stud slump over, dizzy from pain.
Frank started to beg as Ghost crossed the short span between him and his brother. His pleas fell on deaf ears. Ghost slammed his knee into Frank's nuts dozens of times, working up a sweat as he did so and making all kinds of menacing threats about how Frank was going to be shooting blanks after he was done. Frank's massive nuts were swelling horribly and the others turned away as loud, heavy impact sounds echoed through the chamber. It was obvious that Ghost didn't care whether or not he actually ruined Frank's ability to have kids. Despite the fact Frank was much heavier than Ghost, the skilled ball buster was able to kick Frank so hard that he was being lifted slightly off the ground with each blow. His actual pelvis was starting to hurt.
Frank's nuts were turning bright red and looked like they were going to blow apart at any minute. The five watching men, especially his brother Paul, frantically pleaded and begged for Ghost to stop but he ignored them. Instead the camera seemed to be trained on the scene of testicular devastation.
"How sad is that, a hot daddy who won't actually be able to be a daddy," Ghost laughed as he delivered one final, devastating knee into Frank's boys.
Frank was reduced to a blubbering pile of muscle by the time Ghost stepped back toward the camera.
"The rules of this game are quite simple. How many of you have ever played tug of war?"
No one spoke.
Even with his face hidden by a mask, the six quickly sensed Ghost's annoyance. He strolled over to Josh and grabbed the petrified teenager's quivering right nut and pulled it away from his body. Josh let out a tortured wail as Ghost pulled and pulled before stopping - Josh's nut stretched painfully from his body - and made a fist with his free hand. Josh's eyes became saucers and he begged Ghost not to do what he knew was inevitable.
CRUUUNCH
"No! Please, stop!"
Mason sobbed and pleaded for his little brother as the maniacal showman slammed his powerful fist into Josh's trapped nut, counting methodically after each blow.
"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen..."
CRUNCH
As if there were any doubt at the brutality, the sound of the impacts were so loud they seemed fake yet Josh's cries made it clear they were anything but. Ghost's fist sank deeper and deeper into the teen's gonad, causing hideous bruises to erupt across the surface. Josh thought he was going to be sick.
"... twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one..."
Josh's nut was swelling rapidly and Ghost showed no signs of stopping. He seemed determined to scoop the kid halfway out of the gene pool. Josh was hysterical, writhing and screaming and by now all of the captives were pleading for Ghost to stop.
"For fuck sake, he's just a kid!" Frank pleaded, his own nuts still sore from Ghost's wicked kneeing.
"...one-hundred-one, one-hundred-two..."
CRUSPLOTCH
Josh dry heaved as a thunderous crunching ricocheted through his body.
"...one-hundred-ninety-nine, two-hundred."
Ghost stopped his count as his fist collided one final time into Josh's permanently deformed nut.
Ghost released Josh's nut and let it fall back with its twin, though it now looked radically different. It was noticeably bigger than the left, red and bloated. Josh had screamed himself hoarse and looked utterly exhausted by the ruthless assault, panting and moaning, his handsome young face streaked with tears. Mason, who had been sobbing and begging Ghost the entire time was desperately trying to break free. Ghost ignored the futile effort as he stood in front of the camera.
"I asked, which of you has ever played tug of war?"
This time all six nodded.
"That's better!"
Ghost strolled down the two lines of men, stopping randomly to grab and pull the nearest set of large nuts out for view of the camera. He explained the rules of the game whilst frequently interrupted by shrieks of pain as he twisted and squeezed whichever sack happened to be in his hand at the time. Young Josh's bruised, nearly busted nut elicited the highest pitched screams and near the end of his explanation, Frank was squealing like a castrated steer. All of them were shaking and horrified at the macabre game Ghost had setup.
Each man was going to have a thick metal ring set at the base of their sacks, forcing their fat nuts to bulge forward, to which a metal rope would be attached and then fastened to the ring around his brother's nuts across the aisle. One pair of brothers at a time would be freed from the metal posts holding them and would have to immediately start playing tug of war by pulling at the rope, tugging at his own brother's balls. The goal was to see which set could be pulled over the center pedestal first at which time...
"Splat!" Ghost continued motioning upward.
Suspended above each of the three pedestals was a large, cartoonish looking anvil suspended by a chain which would be released directly on top of the loser's balls with the press of a button.
"Oh, and to stop anyone from playing the hero, those metal collars around your necks aren't just for decoration."
Ghost pressed a button on a remote control he pulled from this pocket and the white light on each of the six collars turned an ominous red.
"One step out of line and you're going to have one hell of a neck cramp,"
Paul and Mason started crying, begging Ghost to let them go but their anguish only seemed to fuel him.
"Oh, and one more thing, there are a lot of people watching this..."
Ghost nodded toward the camera.
"If you refuse to give them a show..."
Ghost pointed at his neck and then at his remote. Liam gulped at the insinuation. The six men begged and thrashed as Ghost skillfully placed a thick metal ring around the base of each sack, securing it with a heavy locking click, before moving on to the next contestant. Once all of the sacks were secured, Ghost stepped back to give the camera time to pan all six, bloated, bulging oversized scrotums that were glistening in the studio lights. Next came the rope that was barely long enough to span the distance between each pair of brothers. Noah screamed and cried as his eyes were fixated on heavy weights suspended above the stage. Finally it was time of the game to begin.
Ghost stood in front of the camera gesturing like a true showman.
"So which pair should play first?" he asked into the camera.
Immediately the laptop screen lit up with typed responses and Ghost smiled broadly.
"Well, it looks like the audience wants Mason and Josh to go first!"
Upbeat game show style music started to play as the lights dimmed slightly and Josh, Mason and the pedestal between them were bathed in spotlights.
Ghost turned toward the camera an gestured "Oh, don't forget everyone! If you can decrypt the geo-coordinates in tonight's invitation - and if any of these nuts actually hold up to the challenge - I highly suggest you join in the scavenger hunt! Detals are hidden in the code."
Scavenger hunt? Code. The captives were totally confused but the way Ghost delivered the line made it clear that whoever was watching knew exactly what he was talking about.
"No! No! Please! No!" Mason was hysterically pleading as a low mechanical hum filled the stage.
The poles he and his brother were attached to slowly retracted into the floor until only their tops remained visible. Josh and Mason's hands were still tied behind their backs but without the intervening pole, they were essentially free to walk about.
"On your marks..."
"No! Please!"
"Get set..."
Josh was shaking like a leaf.
"Go!"
For a moment nothing happened. Mason and Josh stood, looking at each other in shock. Mason had been eyeing the sealed door where Ghost had emerged from and nodded toward it. His brother quickly got the hint and Mason sprinted for the door, his kid brother struggling to keep up lest he be dragged along by the balls.
"Tisk, tisk," Ghost shook his head and pressed a button on his remote.
"Aaaah! Mason!"
Josh's body went totally rigid, highlighting every one of his eighteen year old muscles. At first the watching men were confused but Liam quickly realized what was happening and frantically pulled at his restraints to try and help.
"He's electrocuting him!" Liam screamed.
The handsome blonde's face was a mask of pain and confusion as a loud, droning scream escaped his lips. A trail of drool was forming out of the side of his face and his heavy cock started spraying piss uncontrollably.
"Stop! Please stop!"
Mason slowly walked away from the door he had been just feet from reaching. He wasn't going to fight anymore but Ghost kept the button pressed. Josh's body convulsed violently before he collapsed to his knees, tugging at the rope connected to Mason's body. Mason winced before turning back to Ghost and pleading. Josh's nose was bleeding and he was so stunned he wasn't even screaming anymore, just whimpering like an electrified zombie.
"You're killing him! Stop!"
"Are you going to play by the rules?" Ghost commanded.
Mason shook his head affirmatively.
"I can't hear you..."
Josh screamed as the intensity of the neck device seemed to increase. For the first time in his young life Josh felt an entirely novel and uncomfortable sensation; the feeling of actually dying. Behind his sculpted pecs his heart was skipping beats and his breathing was shallow and sporadic.
"Yes! Yes I'll play! Please!"
Mason dropped to his knees pleading at Ghost to stop. With another push of a button, Josh's neckband deactivated and the teen collapsed onto his stomach, panting. It took nearly ten minutes for Josh to get back on his feet and the two brothers took their original positions. None of the captives doubted who was in charge.
"On your marks. Get set. Go!"
Josh was still too dazed to really participate and his older, beefier brother was easily able to pull - more like drag - Josh's body forward. The laptop's screen erupted in commentary as Josh was pulled closer and closer to the center pedestal.
"He's barely standing!" Liam protested.
"For Christ's sake!" Paul shouted.
"Come on, little bro. Fight back! Fight me!"
Mason pleaded for his brother to engage, but Jason only moaned, barely able to stand as Mason continued to walk backward, dragging Josh closer to the hanging weight. Probably at that very moment Mason's wife was nursing their young son, Josh's nephew, and Mason knew in a few moments Josh would never be able to experience having a son of his own. Meanwhile, Mason's spuds were starting to ache from the relentless tugging sensation that came with ever backward step, his scrotum stretched to the limit from the effort of pulling a muscular teenager forward. Josh's balls were being so painfully stretched that they looked like they were going to burst out of his cherry red ball bag.
Realizing Josh was in no condition to fight back, Mason suddenly started walking forward, shortening the space between him and Josh and bringing his own nuts closer to the suspended weight. He was going to just walk up to the pedestal and sacrifice his own nuts rather than drag his defenseless brother.
"Play by the rules! No cheating!" Ghost roared.
Josh's body went rigid again as a devastating jolt pumped into his neck. His neck and most of his face turned beet red and a look of absolute terror filled Josh's face as he locked eyes with his brother, pleading for help.
Josh froze.
"You're gonna' kill him! Okay, okay. I'll play."
Ghost turned off the voltage and Mason walked backward, his crotch straining as his helpless brother was marched forward by the balls.
"Come on baby bro, come on," Mason pleaded. He desperately wanted Josh to spring to action and use his gym toned muscle and strong legs to turn the tide, but it was no use.
Josh had been stunned into a stupor, moaning and yelling as his fat nuts were stretched nearly off his body. It didn't take long for his stretched out sack to be just inches from the pedestal. Mason was straining in effort, his own nuts aching, when suddenly with a final pull Josh's nuts were hovering over the pedestal.
There was a clanging of metal before the anvil fell with devastating speed.
"Josh run!"
Mason had barely started the sentence before the anvil fell, colliding with the top of Josh's balls then the pedestal a fraction of a second later. Josh's sack was instantly filled with liquefied goop after his testicles shattered, which was compressed into a dense slurry before finally spraying outward in all directions as his scrotum busted open. Liam thought he was going to be sick as bits of the teenager's testicles splattered all over his mortified older brother, Josh and the floor. Josh's jaw cracked as he let out a blood curdling scream as he stumbled backward, landing face-first into a pile of mush. Without balls keeping Josh's ball ring in place, Mason was no longer tethered to his brother.
"Josh!"
Mason raced to his fallen brother, desperately wanting his hands to be free so he could hug him or offer some comfort, but the best he could do was kneel and speak reassuringly in his ear. Suddenly, Josh's taught body started convulsing.
"He's in shock! He's bleeding out! Please! Do something! Please!"
Mason was overwhelmed with panic as he saw the color draining out of Josh's body. He was able to use his head to roll Josh onto his back and looked down at his little brother's gunk covered face as his eyes rolled peacefully into his head. Josh's convulsions stopped.
"Josh...? Josh...?"
There was no response.
"You bastard!" Mason stood up and made a run toward Ghost.
"Oooh!"
Mason instantly dropped to his knees as a powerful jolt of electricity filled his neck. His eyes bugged out, his nose started to bleed. His body was rigid.
"He's dying!" Liam pleaded.
Ghost walked over to Mason and kicked him onto his back. While Mason was still convulsing, Ghost placed his heavy boot on top of Mason's sack and pressed it into the ground. More and more of Ghost's weight was crushing onto Mason's eggs until they started to crack. Mason's limp cock actually shot off a rope of jizz as he was simultaneously electrocuted and neutered.
CRUTSPLOTCH
Half of Mason's manhood collapsed in his bag. Ghost proceeded to bounce on Mason's last nut, crushing and twisting it against the unyielding floor. It took nearly fifteen minutes of stomping and crushing filled with disgusting wet crunching noises before Mason's final egg burst into a million chunks. The horrified stud looked up at Ghost in shock as Ghost finally deactivated the neck device and let the stud mercifully pass out.
"Next up is Paul and Frank!"
The two daddies, who had just seen the young blonde siblings unceremoniously snuffed out pleaded and begged, their gyrating making their ridiculously huge nuts bounce around wildly between their legs. The poles holding them in place slowly retracted until the two were free to move with their wrists tied behind their backs.
"I think these two chiseled daddies are gonna' give us a real show!" Ghost laughed as the spotlight fell on them.
"On your marks, get set, go!"
Having seen the resisting Ghost was futile, Paul and Frank immediately started earnestly playing, thrusting thrusting pelvises made their sacks bounce wildly. It took them a few minutes to get their footing, but after they did the white room was filled with grunts and screams as they each pulled the other using only their balls. The already huge orangs were bulging and swelling as they were mercilessly tugged and pulled. Paul let out a girlish shriek as he felt something in his bag tear. It was all the opening Frank needed to thrust backward, marching steadily away from his brother, dragging him toward the pedestal.
Paul desperately tried to regain an advantage - and Frank's nuts were suffering from the attempt - but it was too late. Paul wailed as his stretched jumbo danglers inched toward the pedestal and the dangling weight.
"Frank! Stop!"
Frank grunted in effort as he watched his handsome hairy brother's fat nuts inching closer to their destruction.
Paul desperately pulled and tugged, nearly ripping his brother's nuts clean off but it was no use. Frank felt something in his bag snap and his knees started to buckle, but by now he had too much of a lead for Paul to get any traction.
"My nuts, man! My nuts!" Paul screamed.
SPLOOOOOOOOOSH
Everyone including Ghost was stunned at the size of the beefy chunks flying in all directions. The big daddy balls painted the room, splashing all over the brothers, the pedestal and the area around. Paul let out a shriek and collapsed to his knees. Frank, no longer tethered to his brother, ran toward him veering at the last minute to head toward Ghost. Just before the unfazed Ghost was tackled, he pressed a button on his remote. There was a muted pop and Frank's eyes went wide as a stream of crimson erupted from his neck.
"Murderer!"
Noah cried as Frank, still confused by what happened, continued to bleed from the coin sized hole that had been blown into his throat. He tried to scream but only a gargled noise came out. He collapsed onto his stomach, desperately trying to breath and his neutered brother could only watch helplessly. Ghost strolled between Frank's spread legs and placed a boot on top of his bulging nuts. They were so large that Ghost was able to effortlessly balance on them, squealing in delight as they flattened out under the pressure. Ghost stayed balanced on one foot, occasionally hopping, grinding into Frank's dying nuts. Frank's attempt to struggle away became more and more faint until he finally stopped moving just before Ghost lowered to the ground like he was standing in an elevator that had suddenly dropped a few inches. Frank's nuts had finally burst. Ghost stepped off the Frank's sack, which had flattened out into a huge, meaty patty, and gave them a final vicious stomp. Even more of what was left of Frank's testicles was turned into a chunky paste.
The spotlight moved on to Liam and Noah. The two smoking hot twins were shaking, too hysterical to even beg after the horror they had witnesses. Ghost walked up to Liam and grasped his huge, heavy nuts in his palms.
"P-p-p-please. Please don't hurt... Aaaah!"
Liam's pitiful begging was cut off by a shriek as Ghost pressed his thumbs into his fat gonads. As Ghost's unnaturally strong grip choked the life out of Liam's nuts, Noah screamed for him to stop. After five painful minutes, there were two permanent thumb shaped indents on Liam's bag and he had screamed himself hoarse. Ghost stepped back as the poles trapping the twins retracted into the floor.
"On your marks, get set. Go!"
Neither brother moved, instead pleading with Ghost. They each begged, promising to let Ghost destroy him if he would just let the other brother free. Displeased by the lack of nut tugging, Ghost held up the remote and threatened to press it, it was all Liam needed to map out the best end game he could.
"Pull me, Noah."
"No! I won't do it!"
Ghost's finger hovered over the button.
"Fucking do it or he'll kill us both,"
"No!" Noah started crying as he realized his brother was right.
He pulled himself backward, pulling along Liam who wasn't even trying to resist. The tugging on Liam's nuts was unbearable and he let out a series of short, shrill screams. The sound was too much and Noah stopped pulling.
Ghost's finger hovered over the button.
"Do it!" Liam screamed to his brother.
Noah continued to pull Liam forward, stressing his own delicate orbs while his brother's matching set was stretched away from his crotch. Liam continued to scream as his nuts approached the pedestal.
SPLOTCH
Liam let out an ear piercing scream as his right nut fractured in his sack. Noah had to turn away as he continued to pull his brother forward by the balls. Liam's screaming and the feeling of literally ripping his twin's nuts apart was the worst thing Noah had ever experienced. As Liam's nuts approached the danger zone - Noah felt like his own stud nuts were going to crack under the pressure of pulling his brother's limp body. Liam just kept shrieking as his destruction grew ever closer.
"I... love... you..."
Were the last words Liam was able to get out before only inane babble came out. More structures in his nuts were imploding from the constant yanking.
CRUUNCTSCH
Liam blacked out instantly as his nuts were permanently compressed into half inch patties. Everything solid in Liam's sack had instantly turned into mush, but Ghost was impressed that his tough nuts hadn't exploded open like the others. Liam's limp body would have fallen over if not for the weight crushing on top of his scrotum keeping him upright.
"Liam!"
Noah ran toward his brother, ignoring Ghost's cold golf claps.
"Looks like the twins have nuts of steel! The bag didn't even break."
"Fuck!"
Noah screamed as Ghost sent his leg sailing between his legs from behind. Noah's nuts were crushed into his pelvis and he collapsed to the ground.
"Please! Don't hurt him!"
Noah watched helplessly as Ghost reached for the collar around his brother's neck. He was sure he was about to watch his twin - his best friend - be murdered but instead Ghost gently unfastened the clasps and the collar fell to the ground. Next he removed the ring around the base of Liam's sack and gently guided the injured stud to the ground, even going so far as to place a hand gently on the back of Liam's head so that it didn't bounce against the cold ground.
For the first time since they had been in the white room, despite the four lifeless bodies scattered around and the chunks of crushed testicles everywhere, Noah felt slightly hopeful.
"Because you're brother here proved he had the toughest nuts, you're both free to go. But not before I finish one more thing,"
Noah hadn't fully processed the words before Ghost slammed his boot into Noah's crotch. Noah fell on his back and Ghost wasted no time stomping onto his swollen nuts.
"Please!"
Hideous crunching and smashing noises echoed from Noah's sack.
"Please! Stop!"
SPLOTCH. CRUNCH .
Noah thought he was going to puke as he felt something in his bag collapse. He struggled to protect himself but it was no use. All he was doing was making his muscular body writhe invitingly for Ghost and the camera. Noah prayed to black out.
CRUNSPTCH
Another series of tubes ruptured.
SPLOOOTCH
His nuts were cracking catastrophically in his sack. Ghost kept stomping and grinding.
BLOOOOTCH
Noah's head snapped to the side as his body seized up. His nuts had finally failed, spilling inside his quickly swelling bag. He looked over to his brother who was still passed out on the ground and cried out.
"Liam?"
Liam looked unnaturally pale. He didn't seem to be breathing either...
"Liam! Li.... Aaaaaah!"
A jot of electricity filled Noah's neck causing his entire body to burn and convulse. It was infinitely more painful to experience than it had even looked when he saw Josh and the others being shocked. Within minutes, Noah was out cold.
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Several hours later, hikers in the desert outside Las Vegas found Liam and Noah wearing only a pair of shorts, sprawled out in the shade of a flashy beach umbrella. In fact it was the umbrella that had caught the hiker's attention in the first place.
There were bottles of water and a map with detailed directions to get back to the safety of the glittering city tucked under Liam's arm. It was a peculiar amount of care considering they had been literally a single button press from being slaughtered.
As soon as they were awake, Liam and Noah frantically dove their hands into their shorts, desperate to see if it had all been a dream or a sick illusion. It was neither. Both of their crotches were smooth, their battered sacks removed leaving only an expertly done row of stitches. The confused hikers introduced themselves as Greg and Cole and were horrified by the twin's story as they made their way out of the desert.
"We're parked over here," Cole gestured toward the horizon.
As they reached the road, Noah felt a piece of paper in his pocket and pulled out a hand scrawled note that made his blood go cold. He grabbed Liam to halt his progress and the two hikers, two muscled, tanned blondes, looked at them mischievously. The note read:
"Thanks for playing. Hope you're ready for the next round - Ghost"
Under the terse message was a crude doodle of two penises with red x's drawn over them. Liam and Noah looked at the hikers and screamed.
"Oh, none of that now," came Cole as he lunged at Noah.
"Run, Liam!"
Noah screamed as the strong but exhausted and traumatized twins were quickly overpowered by Greg and Cole. The handsome black haired studs were tossed into the back of the hikers' truck which nonchalantly pulled away.
...Status 508 Loop Detected
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Things aren't looking too great for Liam and Noah... read the conclusion here.
