Hey Guys!: This story contains explicit depictions of suicidal thoughts which can be uncomfortable for some. Reader discretion advised.
This is the concluding chapter of the Tyler Gripentrog Saga. You might want to re-read the previous chapters here: Tyler Gripentrog is a Dick, Tyler Makes a Porno, Tyler.mov
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It was just after six in the evening and Tyler Gripentrog sat alone in a booth at an exclusive steakhouse. He had passed the swanky establishment countless times coming to and from the gym but had never indulged. Tyler had just finished a delicious - and expensive - cut of Wagyu beef and was enjoying a smoky, high end Scotch. He rarely drank believing it to be the antithesis to his careful athlete's diet, but as the rich taste filled his mouth he felt longing at how much he had missed out in his vain quest for perfection. At least he was experiencing it before the end, he thought.
Tyler was a young, muscular jock with a taught, lean body and an adorable, youthful face. He had slicked back his hair and looked quite dashing in a fitted suit that hugged every inch of his body. Countless women, and some men, had stolen glances at the debonair bachelor but the usually attention starved jock hardly noticed. He looked down at himself and smiled. He really did look great, he'd just had the best dinner he'd ever had and was feeling amazing. It was the best he had felt since the accident.
Luckily, Tyler had no memory of anything the day of the accident. He didn't remember the terror of watching the fuse of a huge explosive shrink as it inched toward his balls. He didn't remember the Earth shattering pain of having his testicles and penis blown into millions of pieces. He didn't remember his horrified housemate Cassie coming home from the gym and finding him passed out and nearly dead. Tyler had been filming a scene for his video fan site and had accidentally blown his once huge package into testicle confetti. Cassie had literally saved his life and if he had been just a little later coming home, maybe I wouldn't be around to be so depressed right now... Tyler shuddered at his thoughts.
Tyler had recovered remarkably quickly and was soon back at the gym as if nothing had happened, lifting even more weights and running even faster miles as if to prove to himself that his own manliness - and not the hormone replacement pills and injections - was what was keeping him shredded. But Tyler knew better.
The young jock was grateful to his doctors and for the drugs but his old life was over. He couldn't fuck, he couldn't get off, he would feel weirdly horny yet had no way to release, he was angry and depressed all the time. Nothing helped. He had no idea how much of his alpha male identity had been physically swinging between his legs and without his boys or cock he felt listless. But more than that, he felt angry.
Somehow the video from the incident had made it to his site - maybe he had set the laptop to live-stream instead of record, he had no memory. The site quickly took it down and deactivated his account upon realizing that the nut-busting gory explosion wasn't just an elaborate special effect, but not before it had been downloaded and circulated all over the internet. The graphic video was pulled down from site after site, but there were places on the dark web where it continued to circulate freely. Tyler had found a forum where a bunch of pathetic nerds were sharing it, openly mocking the 'dumb jock', talking about how hot they got watching him squirm and how many loads they had blown watching his manhood paint the room over and over. Tyler was dismayed at how people could watch a stranger being mutilated and react with cum shots and jokes.
Tyler had tried to track down some of the users, but his limited computer skills were barely adequate to find the hidden web forums in the first place, let alone find their discrete users. He had catfished a few guys into sending him pictures and was appalled that nerdy, milquetoast queers were getting off to the worst experience of his life. A few times he had tried to convince them that it wasn't cool to be beating their meat to Tyler.mov, but his appeals to their basic humanity were dismissed. It was enraging and tonight he was going to do something about it.
"...Sir? Can I get you anything else?"
Tyler was lost in another imbalanced-hormone-induced fit of anger so hadn't noticed the waitress trying to get his attention. He quickly composed himself and smiled at her as he asked for his check. The attractive blonde had written her phone number on the bill and Tyler smiled before a lone tear fell down his cheek. She doesn't want a dick-less, dumb shell of muscle, Tyler thought as he pulled cash out of his pocket, set it on the table and left, not even bothering to write down her number. It was a wildly different response then pre-ball-destruction Tyler would have had to a hot babe throwing herself at him.
He made his way downtown to Capitol Heights, the city's unofficial gay district. Tyler usually avoided Capitol Heights like the plague, and even now he felt uncomfortable at the admiring - which he misread as lustful - looks he was getting as he walked down the street. However, no one could be blamed for admiring the well-dressed, buff jock with his naturally disarming smile and slicked back hair; he looked like a literal model.
As he stopped at a crosswalk that had been painted to look like a rainbow, Tyler pulled out his phone and smiled as Sukr, the hookup app he had downloaded, was flashing with messages, most of the guys were showing as less than a mile away. Tyler looked up at the cute row houses around him and imagined being inside one acting out his plan.
He hadn't been able to track down any of the awful, nerdy queers who had laughed in his digital face, so was going to take out his anger on the next best thing; guys who looked like the losers he had met online. He had created his Sukr profile just before dinner, his main profile pic was him looking quite handsome in his suit and his secondary being a picture of him after the gym, shirtless and showing off his washboard abs and bulging crotch. He had neglected to mention when that archive photo was taking. Guys were taking the bait like flies on shit, a few of them Tyler recognized from the gym, instantly repulsed that he had paraded around them naked in the locker rooms. Tyler caught an older gentlemen watching him browse Sukr and glared at him, unfortunately for Tyler he was so attractive - on the outside at least - that the threatening expression actually looked kinky and playful, like a growl before Tyler was going to lunge at the man and plant his tongue down his throat.
"Gotcha!"
Tyler snarled as he tapped the 'like' icon on a goofy looking teenager who was showing less than one-hundred feet away.
Within a minute, Tyler was knocking on the guy's door on the third floor of an apartment overlooking the bustling street. The horny teenager hadn't even exchanged his name with Tyler before giving him his address.
"Hey, Tyler, right?" the kid asked, taken aback by the debonair jock standing in his doorway.
"That's me," Tyler smiled as he stepped inside.
The nineteen year old, introduced himself as Blaine, just a few years younger than Tyler, was clearly nervous as he made small talk as Tyler sat on the couch next to him pretending as hard as he could that this Sukr hookup was actually a hot girl.
Despite his obvious strength advantage, Tyler started to panic as he prepared to make his move. There was no doubt Tyler could snap the skinny guy like a twig, but what if the neighbors heard? Most alarmingly, in spite of the fact Tyler was only listening until he had the courage to strike, Tyler was getting sucked into Blaine's story about how he had started going to the gym to bulk up but stopped after some guys had made fun of him. Tyler couldn't help but think back to his own first awkward outings at the gym and.... stop! Tyler nearly thought out loud. He was afraid that if he humanized Blaine any more than 'ugly nerd' he wouldn't be able to go through with his rampage.
Blaine's eyes bugged out as Tyler suddenly leaned in and kissed him. Tyler thought he was going to be sick but the gesture shut Blaine up and totally lowered his defenses. Tyler worked off Blaine's jeans and underwear and was stunned at the massive man eggs between Blaine's legs.
Blaine was in heaven thinking he was in for a hot romp with a guy hot enough to be an actual porn star. What happened next was anything but heavenly.
"Fuck!" Blaine screamed as Tyler slammed his fist into his jaw.
The lanky teen fell onto the floor, dazed and collapsed onto his stomach after a swift kick to the ribs. Even without the element of surprise, Tyler could have mopped the floor with Blaine, but Tyler wasn't letting his obvious size advantage hold him back. He shoved Blaine's underwear halfway down his throat as a gag before body slamming him onto his back.
Blaine was more dazed than hurt as he lay on his back staring up at Tyler whose suit hadn't even been ruffled. Blaine knew Tyler could have literally killed him if he had wanted so was confused at Tyler's cold-blank stare looking down at him. He looked up at Tyler pleadingly as the zombie-like jock reached down and grabbed both of Blaine's legs.
"Pwffffff!" Blaine screamed through his gag.
Without breaking eye contact with Blaine, Tyler stomped his dress shoe over and over onto Blaine's comically large gonads, his face warping into a twisted smile as he felt the fat orbs flatten against the floor. Blaine screamed and writhed, desperate to escape and there was a sickening cracking sound as his right hand, which he was using to shield his swelling nuts, was broken by Tyler's stomping.
Blaine cried, clawing for any furniture within reach trying to stand as Tyler stomped his bag until it was purplish, then blackish. It was starting to feet squishy underfoot and Tyler was thoroughly enjoying Blaine's cries for mercy.
"Fuck you!" Tyler roared as he jumped up and landed with his full weight onto Blaine's sack,
Blaine passed out as his left nut permanently flattened under the assault. Blaine's apartment was filled with every manner of homophobic slur and raw, unbridled violent outburst as Tyler crushed what was left of Blaine's manhood into a flattened, lumpy mess. No matter how hard Tyler stomped, he couldn't get Blaine's battered, bleeding sack to actually burst open like all of the gross ball busting fiction that had been shared with him when he pretended to be a fellow sick fuck watching his own castration.
Suddenly, Tyler was interrupted from his rage by the sound of something glass hitting the floor. He had been stomping his toned legs so hard that the floor was vibrating, knocking over one of Blaine's tasteful decorations. If the vibration was that extreme then surely a neighbor has noticed, Tyler thought. He quickly let Blaine's legs fall to the floor, reached into Blaine's pocket and pulled out his phone. He messaged multiple random contacts the same message 'Help me! Please call the police to my apartment!" before setting the phone on the couch and backing away from the blacked out teen. Tyler observed his handiwork; splayed in front of him was this geeky blonde, the same kind of guy who had had laughed at his own unmanning now unmanned himself. He wished he could have been around to watch Blaine's horrified awakening and tease him through his painful ball-less recovery, but he knew he needed to move fast. He straightened out his suit and made his way back to the street. The adrenaline rush was starting to make him feel slightly less depressed but it only lasted a moment before he fell back into his normal, brooding self.
Tyler ducked into a The Firm , a swanky bar, for a drink. Tyler had been to The Firm countless times to pick up chicks, but he had planned tonight's adventures to correspond with The Firm's gay friendly night, which the old Tyler would have avoided at all cost. The well-dressed, handsome stud quickly became the center of attention. Even though the place was full of businessmen still in their suits enjoying a brew right after work, Tyler was easily the best dressed guy, and that wasn't even factoring that he was easily half the average age and wreaking of hormones. His little romp with Blaine had made Tyler slightly sweaty and his natural scent was driving some of the guys near him wild.
"Hey, I'm Clint,"
A strikingly handsome man swooped into the seat next to Tyler as soon as it became available, not wasting a second before he started up a conversation. Even Tyler had to admit the silver-haired barfly was a fox. He perfectly filled out his expensive suit and his very presence commanded attention, he was exactly the kind of gentleman Tyler wanted to be when he got older, handsome, cocky and still in great shape. Most unfortunately for Clint, he bore an uncanny resemblance to one of the guys online who had remixed Tyler's catastrophic castration to a house version of Miley Cyrus' Wrecking Ball. Tyler put on a conniving smile and moved his stool closer to Clint's until their thighs were touching.
"Hi, I'm Tyler Gripentrog, nice to meet you,"
The two chatted for a while as Clint knocked back manhattans. It turned out Clint had just had a bad day at work and was just looking for another wayward soul to vent to, which he thought he had found in Tyler who lied and said he was a manager at one of the office towers nearby.
Suddenly mindful of the time, Tyler placed his hand on Clint's leg and winked. He was grossly uncomfortable having his hand so close to the bulge in Clint's slacks but covered it up with a convincing smile.
"Wanna' head back to my place?"
Tyler was so convincing that he almost convinced himself that he had a flat not far from the bar as he nodded toward the door. Clint was taken aback by Tyler's unexpected forwardness but after eyeing the young man up and down through his alcohol fueled fog, he nodded yes.
Tyler lead Clint down the pavement into an alley. The narrow alley was so offset and in shadowed by the buildings that it suddenly felt like it was midnight on an abandoned street. Unlike Blaine, Clint was a well-built man who clearly knew his way around a gym, so Tyler was going to have to act fast. The two made out like school boys before Tyler shoved Clint's back violently against the brick wall.
"You like it rough, huh, pup?" Clint growled and was going to reach toward Tyler when he was silenced by Tyler placing a finger on his lips.
Tyler felt extremely powerful at the amount of trust Clint was placing in him as he ran his finger down the man's shirt. Tyler had to admire Clint's rock-hard abs as his finger made its way to his crotch, the fabric straining against Clint's raging cock. Tyler was temporarily stunned at the sheer size of Clint's massive pole, it looked like it was absolutely huge and Tyler couldn't believe such a beautiful cock was destined to be wasted buried into other guys' asses instead of a deserving pussy.
Tyler winked at Clint and dropped to his knees, looking up at Clint as he grabbed his fly and effortlessly ripped it open. Clint was so turned on by Tyler's animalism, that he started leaking into his underwear. Tyler pulled down Clint's underwear and gasped at the large balls that tumbled out. They were bigger than his own dearly-departed, kiwi-sized nuts, looking even bigger in Clint's shaved bag.
"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna' have fun with these," Tyler grabbed Clint's balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.
Clint's head went back and he moaned softly as Tyler ran his tongue tentatively along the fourteen inch length of his cock, barely making contact. Clint was too horny to notice that Tyler was barely trying as Tyler took a breath and took Clint's heavy left nut in this mouth. The thing was so large, Tyler thought he was going to choke and his warm, wet mouth felt amazing to Clint. Tyler was startled to feel Clint's strong hands clasp the sides of his head gently and for a brief second the moment was so intimate Tyler considered stopping, spitting out Clint's bull nut and running away, leaving the handsome businessman confused but unhurt. Then the melody of Wrecking Ball started playing in Tyler's head.
SPLO-RCUNCH
Clint let out a haggard scream as Tyler chomped into his testicle as hard as he could, getting in three powerful chomps before his brain had fully recognized what had happened. Tyler wasn't sure what was making him more nauseous, the musky scent of Clint in his nose or the disgusting crunching sensation of Clint's nut cracking between his molars.
"Fuck!" Clint screamed as he turned to run, tripping on his pulled down pants in panic.
Tyler wasted no time stepping between Clint's legs and kicking wildly into the fleshy lumps between his legs. Clint's screams were going to attract attention so Tyler swooped down and placed a hand on Clint's throat. The man who had just moments ago wanted to make love to Tyler, now looked scared beyond words as Tyler made shushing motion with his free hand.
"I swear to God, I'll choke you to death. Shut the fuck up!" Tyler whispered with a venom that instantly made Clint grow silent.
"Please don't hurt me!"
CRUNCH
Tyler ignored him as he planted the tip of his shoe into Clint's nuts. Clint couldn't help but scream and his efforts were rewarded with a kick to the head. He was so dazed he could only look up at Tyler and moan in confusion as Tyler's shoe became a stomping blur. Not satisfied with the damage he was inflicting, Tyler reached down and grabbed Clint by the hair, throwing him against a trashcan. Clint's ass was sticking straight up and if Tyler was remotely interested, he could have fucked the stunned daddy's brains out. Instead, he picked up a glass bottled and broke it against the ground until he was holding a long, sharp glass blade.
He ran the cold glass along Clint's swinging nuts and smiled. Clint barely regained enough awareness to scream for help.
"I told you to shut up!" Tyler screamed.
He plunged the sharp broken bottle into Clint's massive right nut like a dagger. Clint's eyes crossed and he tried to sprint away with a burst of adrenaline. Unfortunately, most of his nut was still attached to the bottle and his jerking motion only served to further tear and rip at the mortally wounded sperm pod. Clint fell into a fetal position sobbing and begging for Tyler to stop.
"Why are you doing this!"
"Because I can!" Tyler roared as he reached down, grabbed Clint's bloody crotch and hoisted him skyward.
The words were choked out of Clint's throat as his eyes crossed, his entire beefy frame held up by his nuts and cock with Tyler's strong hand kneading them like clay. Tyler thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of Clint's nuts warping under his grip, but it was obvious they weren't going to just burst like water balloons. Irritated, Tyler slammed Clint against a wall with such force that Clint blacked out. Tyler knelt between Clint's spread legs and took his bisected nut in both hands, squeezing into it, pressing his thumbs into the fleshy orb until he felt it burst. He took Clint's untouched left nuts and compressed it in similar fashion until he felt a slight pop. It wasn't nearly as explosive as he wanted, so he switched up his method, slamming his fists like pistons into Clint's sack, sandwiching it against his fists and the concrete. Both of Clint's nuts were reduced to big chunks, most of Clint's right nut spilling out of the cut the glass knife had made. Not an explosive ending, but definitely gorier than Blaine's. Tyler was satisfied and felt weirdly horny as he called the emergency services on Clint's phone and left as exact of a location as he could before setting the phone down, the confused operator still on the line. He figured they could use GPS or something to find Clint and get to him before he bled out or anything too grisly. Though based on his own experience, Tyler actually thought Clint might have been better off if he'd just died.
Tyler wiped his hands on his jacket before removing it and tossing it aside. It had gotten soiled in the scuffle and Tyler knew he had to look as hot as possible to bag his next victim. Tyler blended back onto the street as a police officer headed toward the alley, the dispatcher in his ear. Tyler thought he heard the cop's retching echoing up the walls of the alley as he crossed the street.
Tyler ducked into a coffee shop and took up a seat in the back. He looked like he had just gotten off work so he didn't raise suspicion as he opened Sukr and scrolled through the messages. Tyler couldn't believe how many guys were messaging him; he knew he was popular with the fellas but the overflowing inbox on an app he had only installed a couple hours ago was quite unexpected. Too bad women weren't so forward, he thought as he settled on his next victim. Less than ten minutes later Tyler was knocking on Juan's apartment door a few blocks away.
Juan was an awkward twenty-four year old who might have been attractive if half his face wasn't covered with his wildly overgrown black hair. Even through his ill fitting jeans and T-shirt, Tyler could see that Juan's body had the potential to really bulk up, giving the goofy Latin kid the same hugely attractive body as Tyler's. As Juan let Tyler into his apartment, Tyler noticed that Juan's massive cock was already forming an obvious outline down his thigh. Tyler's eyes bugged out at the site of Juan's truly massive fuck stick and Juan noticed the hot hunk's gaze fixated between his legs.
"Like what you see?"
Tyler smiled convincingly.
"Yeah, clearly your screen name FootLongJuan isn't an exaggeration. Holy fuck!"
Tyler reached out and grabbed the outline of Juan's cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. He was immediately reminded of his own long-gone pussy stretcher and was filled with rage that this dork got to have something he didn't.
Juan, obviously to the danger, led Tyler toward the bedroom and pushed Tyler onto his back on the bed with surprising force. This guy isn't fucking around, Tyler thought as he noticed a slight wet patch forming through Juan's jeans over the clearly-outlined head of his cock.
Juan climbed on top of Tyler and was leaning in for a kiss when Tyler saw his opportunity. Juan's knees were widespread over Tyler's torso and Tyler could made out a large, fleshy lump between his legs.
"Fuck!" Juan screamed and clutched his nuts after Tyler slammed his fist into his gonads.
Juan stumbled off the bed and Tyler sprang up, stomping Juan's crotch causing him to scream and curl into a ball. Tyler reached down and grabbed Juan by the hair, yanking him to his feet before throwing him onto the bed face up.
"Dude, stop!" Juan screamed out before Tyler reached up and grabbed his throat.
Juan started panicking, clawing at Tyler's hands and his face started to turn red as Tyler's hand made breathing frighteningly difficult. Juan tried to fight back but was starting to loose consciousness quickly as his airway was nearly totally blocked. Tyler didn't expect Juan to hold out as long as he did and actually thought he was going to crush Juan's throat. Luckily for Juan, he passed out before Tyler had to take it that far.
With his victim passed out, Tyler pulled his pants to his ankles and chuckled as Juan's eggs and softening, huge cock, tumbled onto the mattress. Juan's nuts were quite large, round and shiny with sweat, making the defenseless orbs a perfect target. Tyler took a nut in each hand and squeezed, enjoying the squishy organs warping and bulging under the pressure. Juan only gave a slight moan, still too out of it to register what was happening.
After causing Juan's tan nuts to turn a rosy color, Tyler grabbed Juan's horse cock and started squeezing and pulling, determined to rip it clean off his torso. Juan's cock was quite strong and soon Juan was being lifted from the bed just from his stretched cock. Tyler smiled darkly as he felt something in Juan's cock snap as he let the blacked out nerd fall to the bed.
He darted out of the room and rummaged through the kitchen drawers, not sure exactly what he was looking for but smiled when he came across a meat tenderizer. It was a modern looking small heavy cylinder with needle like spikes on one in. It was designed to puncture the outer layers of prime beef but Tyler had other plans. Tyler returned to the bedroom and got on the bed between Juan's legs.
"Fuck you!"
Tyler roared as he sent the tenderizer into Juan's package in a wild flurry. Sick, wet crunching sounds filled the room as Juan's cock and balls were punctured and flattened by the device, their shells being thoroughly pulverized as each blow sank the tenderizer further and further into Juan's beefy genitals.
SPLOTCH
Juan's body convulsed as one of his nuts broke open. Tyler was being showered by gore and meaty chunks as Juan's junk was torn to shreds. The damage was now so bad that every blow resulted in the tenderizer getting stuck in some mutilated chunk, and when Tyler ripped it out bits went flying. Juan was convulsing and drooling as a huge chunk of his cock went flying away, followed by most of his testicles. Tyler stepped back to admire his work. Juan's crotch looked like a gross pile of mush, only a vague outline of his cock remained, which Tyler decided was too much.
CRSPLOOSH
Tyler pounded his fists into Juan's destroyed manhood, squealing in delight as his fists sank through what was left like hammering clay. Tyler calmly washed up in Juan's bathroom and took off his testicle-splattered clothes, helping himself to one of Juan's too-big T-shirts and jeans. The plain white T was too big for Juan, but was barely large enough to contain Tyler, his biceps looking like they were going to rip the sleeves and his ripped torso hugged by the fabric. The denim of the jeans was so tight it looked like it was painted on. Noticing the distinct lack of a bulge, Tyler stuffed the front of his pants with a pair of Juan's socks. This ought to get me some attention, Tyler thought as he called emergency services on Juan's phone before leaving. Tyler had no delusions of escaping justice, so he casually gave the dispatcher his real name when reporting the emergency.
Tyler walked back to the street. Evening was setting and the street was alive with bar goers. Tyler got lots of attention as he strutted down the street, smiling at the whistles and cat calls. If I wanted, I could have any dude out here, Tyler smiled to himself, drunk off his own hubris.
Tyler's next victim was a hot young jock named... well, Tyler didn't actually bother to remember. The hapless horny stud, easily as buff as Tyler, had stripped off Tyler's shirt and had leaned in to make out when his nuts were annihilated under a devastating knee from Tyler. The young man's eyes bulged as Tyler pounced on him, the two sweaty equally-matched studs wrested through the apartment but it was no use. The guy's nuts ended up pancaked between Tyler's fist and the floor one-too-many times and they burst. Tyler looked down at the passed out , awesome ripped jock splayed on the floor and smiled at the lumpy mass between his tone legs.
Tyler turned to leave but pivoted and before he realized it, his shoe was crushing the stud's totally defenseless cock until it split open like an overcooked sausage, totally taking the ravenous top out of the dating scene.
Tyler's last stop was a middle aged guy named Josh who seemed especially eager to meet Tyler. Josh's mouth fell and he looked like he had seen a ghost as he opened the door.
"No fucking way! I thought... I just assumed someone was using your picture. I didn't expect it to be you, Gripe Man!"
Tyler's face flashed with rage. He hadn't been called Gripe Man in what felt like forever, it was his porn name from a lifetime ago, before his best assets had ended up dripping from the ceiling and walls.
Josh went to close the door but Tyler pushed his way in, slamming it behind him.
Josh had spilled gallons of cum watching the Gripe Man blow his balls into streamers and couldn't believe Tyler, the straight model, was at his door in response to messages on a gay hookup app. He assumed he was just being pranked so was totally stunned to see Tyler himself in his apartment.
"Wha-what do you want?"
Josh could tell Tyler was angry. Tyler had no idea Josh was one of the dark web trolls who had laughed at him ruthlessly, and it was a good thing for Josh that Tyler hadn't made the connection otherwise he might have lost more than his balls.
Tyler had the dopey nerd on the ground in no time. Josh screamed as it became obvious Tyler was only aiming below the belt.
"Tyler! Nooo!"
Tyler mopped the floor with Josh, his apartment was a shambles as Tyler treated him like a ragdoll. Josh was screaming, his nuts felt like they were going to burst when he was picked up and thrown against his desk. Josh was temporarily stunned so didn't notice his laptop had flickered to life, its mouse jostled in the chaos. Tyler went to move on Josh when he was dumbstruck by the site showing on Josh's now-awake computer. It was one of the extreme dark web ball busting sites Tyler had stumbled upon and Josh had clearly been browsing it before Tyler had shown up.
"Tyler... I can explain..."
Josh backed away as Tyler approached, seeming like he was getting more enraged and bulkier with each step. It was like a twisted version the Hulk's transformation.
Tyler had no memory of what he did to Josh after that. He vaguely recalled Josh's begging, the distinct pop of joints being dislocated and the double splotches of testicles meeting their makers but nothing specific. To his credit, Josh had gotten in a few good blows, blackening Tyler's eye, before being summarily booted from the two-testicles club.
Hours passed.
Tyler walked into his house in a daze. He couldn't remember how he had made it there, but his feet were tired. Maybe he had walked. Sitting in the living room was Cassie, his equally hot roommate, who was still in his gym clothes, crying into his hands, a tattered piece of paper at his feet. He had found a handwritten note from Tyler addressed to him that started with 'Goodbye, Cassie'.
"Tyler! Dude, I was so scared!"
Cassie ran up to Tyler and threw his arms around him, sobbing with relief. Tyler hugged Cassie back, still too numb by the night's events to really put much effort into it.
After Cassie let go, he started rambling on, but Tyler wasn't paying attention. Cassie had been so relieved that his friend hadn't actually killed himself that he hadn't really noticed Tyler's appearance. Noticing his black eye, torn shirt and bloodied knuckles, Cassie paused and took a step toward Tyler. He was the first man who hadn't looked at Tyler without fear and horror in several hours. Tyler started crying as Cassie tenderly placed his strong hand on his shoulder.
"Tyler. What did you do? What have you done?"
Through tears, Tyler told a horrified Cassie about his rampage that night, but Cassie never removed his hand from Tyler's shoulder. Cassie felt equal parts sorry for Tyler - he had no idea how much pain his buddy had been in - and appalled by his actions, but figured now wasn't the time to voice judgement, especially considering that even without balls, Tyler would still easily win in a fight and Cassie wasn't entirely sure Tyler's escapades were over.
When Tyler was finished confessing, Cassie picked up his phone and called the emergency services as Tyler walked away like a zombie into his room. It still looked much the same as it had the night of the accident, sans the splattered nut gunk dripping from the walls. Tyler laid down on his fateful weight bench and starting pumping iron. Ironically, it was much more weight than what had trapped him the night of his nut-explosion. As he started to get sore from effort he thought back on the guys whose lives he had irrevocably changed that night and started weeping. His rampage hadn't made him feel better after all.
Tyler heard Cassie opening the front door for the police and multiple sets of footprints approach his room.
As they pounded on his bedroom door, Tyler wished Cassie really had come home late the night of the accident...
