Brandon pruned through the comments of his previous video, cock in hand, scouring for ideas for his next cam episode.
He was a prime male specimen; with rippling abs from years of athletic training, piercing blue eyes that captivated men and women alike, and a smile that was reminiscent of actors and models. His skin lacked a single blemish, and his musculature was impressive for someone so young. He was a perfect candidate for cam work. Brandon, however, maintained his fanbase due to his unique proclivity for fulfilling the desires of his more sadistic fans, namely through performing cock and ball torture acts at request further a substantive donation. The jock was not particularly endowed, but sported massive testicles that dwarfed his modest 4 inch cock. The diameter of each was almost as large as the entirety of his penis full mast, they filled his sack like overripe kiwis, and each orb was constantly aching through Brandon’s own devices. Their size and resilience garnered a massive audience of sadists and once per week, he created and uploaded a video showcasing his substantial masochism and desire to perform. The following week, once the semen and sweat was wiped clean from his film studio Brandon would then read through the numerous comments praising his work and offering ideas for future episodes.
Tie your nuts against a hard surface and pound your nuts as hard as you can. Fists, weapons, ect. -Anon
Separate your balls and drop weights on them until they turn dark purple. - Anon
Staple your foreskin to a board and tenderize your shaft with a paddle until it bleeds!!! -Anon
The comments made his cock twitch, even though the pain was still present from the previous weeks session. Brandon casually swiped at his testicles with his free hand while his cock twitched at each prospective torture idea. With each SMACK to his orbs, precum began to ooze down his shaft and hormones rushed inside his head with just the idea of the coming violence.
Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.
Band your nuts and place them in an ice bath until they are completely numb and purple. I wanna see them die!! -Anon
Thwack, THWACK, THWACK.
Skewer your testicles shish-kabob style and burn them with a blowtorch. Cook them for me. -Anon
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK.
As the brutality of the suggestions increased, so did Brandon’s horniness. Soon precum completely covered his shaft, with drops flying airborne from the blunt force of each strike. The room became damp with sweat, and Brandon grunted softly with each strike. Brandon's eyes continued to scour the page for that one idea that would elicit further views and push his masochistic potential. He lived to please his sadistic viewers, further feeding his own masochism towards extremely violent acts.
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK,
He was not afraid of damaging his testicles to please his fans. He had bashed his nuts against a table with a mallet until the grew bloated and bruised. In a masochistic fervor, each mallet strike sunk deeper into his nut meat until a massive spurt of cum was released. Another session he attempted to lift increasingly heavy weights with his scrotum, over stretching his spermatic cords to dangerous levels and forcing his nuts to conform to high levels of downward pressure. After an attempt to lift a forty five pound weight plate, Brandon almost passed out and had to exit the camera space to vomit. They were left permanently distended and hanging lower ever since. In a further session he created a makeshift battering ram with a block of wood and cable, pounding his nuts with his legs spread vulnerably until his entire abdomen and upper body was coated in semen shaken loose from the unrelenting, testicle crushing, strikes. His nuts were so swollen and bloated he was stuck to bed rest for the entire weekend that time...
Bet your left nut against the crushing force of a vice and see how flat it can get. I want to know what a ball sounds like as it bursts. - Anon
Brandon’s eyes dilated slightly, and his cock let out a large squirt of precum, almost in positive affirmation of this cam episodes premise. He stared down at his equipment and smiled, before grasping his scrotum a few inches above his balls and pulling them upward, then separating out his larger left testicle from it’s less weighty partner. A large almost heart shaped bruise was still apparent of his left nut from last week's session with a 20 pound weight, a rope, and a makeshift pulley system through some ingenuity. With his free hand, Brandon’s fingers traced the bulging orb gently, feeling every part of testicle.
He began flicking his left testicle enthusiastically while his mind raced at the possibility of actually damaging his equipment. His excessively large testicles drew massive view counts and financed his life, but so long as he kept one...
Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, THWACK.
His interest of genitorture bloomed had into a fetish in his teens with the discovery that his testicles were especially sensitive and that even the slightest distortion caused them to radiate with pain. He also discovered that his dick would spring to life on its own through nut pain, sparking a lifetime pursuit of ballbusting pleasure. With the slightest bit of pressure, Brandon’s testicles would distort and ripples of pain would radiate through his body. They were especially malleable, and Brandon would sink his fingers deep into their membranes almost daily to keep them in top form. The rush of endorphins caused his cock to engorge and with enough pressure his cock would release a load of tortured sperm hands-free, a favorite of his fans to observe.
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK
In a lustful, contemplative haze, Brandon transitioned from light flicks to closed fist punching, causing the poor organ to bloat and turn bright red from the repeated blunt force trauma.
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
THUD. *squick*
His fist pounded deep into his left testicle with such force that a gasp escaped Brandon’s lips. He felt time dilate as the testicle meat oozed between his knuckles. The testicle absorbed the destructive strike and crumpled to a fraction of it’s typical massive stature. It flattened like a pancake. Brandon could almost hear tubles breaking in the inner mechanism of his testis from the blunt force and his nervous system began firing rapidly as his body attempted to warn him of impending damage, desperate to stop him from further damage.
With a gasp, Brandon removed both hands from his manhood and fell back into his leather desk chair, covered in sweat and with a substantial pool of pre-ejaculate coating his thighs. His nuts fell flatly against the seat with a splat, and slowly, his damaged nut began to re-inflate to its previous size. The heart shaped bruise was no longer determinable as the bruising now extended further across the entire mass of flesh. Brandon panted heavily and gripped the chair arms, eyes locked on the warped organ bloating from the vicious treatment, soon expanding to dwarf his partner due to swelling. His scrotal skin was bruised and marked from the impact of his knuckles and the pain was at such a level that most men would faint, but Brandon’s cock still remained at full mast, dribbling gobs of noticeably less white semen.
A quick examination of his testicle proved it was still intact, although Brandon mused on how long that would be the case as he moved to shower and prep the studio. He needed to produce and edit the video before the end of the weekend, requiring a multitude of hours of work. After a hot shower and carefully shaving every hair off of his extremely tender left nut, and the remainder of his body for good measure, he set began to set up his camera and lighting.
As his weekly camming funded his lavish lifestyle, Brandon had spent a significant sum towards production quality of his weekly play sessions. Brandon prided himself on his professional level of production, with two HD cameras and a multitude of lights to highlight his assets. Brandon positioned one camera at groin level, allowing viewers to watch the damage occur of the micro level and also a positioned a second camera that encompassed his entire upper body. This way, his viewers could experience the exquisite facial expressions and involuntary drooling that came along with nut pain. He also positioned a microphone in close proximity of the strike zone; he mused that since a vice would be less noisy compared to other sessions, the sounds of his testicle crushing and pulping could be highlighted. Brandon then lathered his body with oil and positioned the stage lights such that his body glistened and every muscle group was highlighted. The view from the screen was that of an adonis.
Brandon had built a table out of planks that allowed him to position his manhood against a hard surface. One of his previous queries was to smash his nuts with a baseball bat against a unyielding surface to maximize damage and his craftsmanship allowed the session to be performed solo. The blood strains that had previously graced the tabletop had been washed clean and it was perfect base for a brutal, membrane crushing, CBT session. Brandon figured be able to orient his testicle on the hardwood and crush it with a clamp, while also using the edges of the table to brace himself as the pain levels increased. Brandon then, cupped his scrotum and pulled his swollen leftie to the bottom of the sack while forcing his uninjured right nut up against his abdomen. He took a thin rope and began wrapping his testicle and extra scrotal skin until his nut was immobile and also distended far enough that it would be easy to fit a vice around the massive thing.
With the cameras and staging primed, Brandon let his swollen testicle drop on the table. It landed with a wet slap and sat perched, plump, and extremely vulnerable while he positioned the jaws of a clamp against the bottom the table and faced the blunt end towards the center of the enlarged organ. The flat head of the clamp was an inch in diameter and lightly rested above the doomed testicle. The ball itself was swollen to over three inches and quietly awaited its demise. It was show time.
Brandon was already breathing heavily at the prospect of forcing the clamp to the very core of his testicle. Sweat ran cold and profusely as the jock steadied his hands toward the handle of the screw. His cock glistened and pulsed as his blood pressure raised further in anticipation towards the grisly end of his sex life. He took a deep breath and twisted the handle on the screw a full rotation.
The first turn dimpled the flesh of his testicle. This slight distortion caused small rush of pain from the already battered ball, but by the fourth turn Brandon’s testicle was beginning to deflate from the pressure. The cruel metal screw was forced deeper into the confines of his testicle, causing the orange sized, swollen organ to bulge awkwardly.
“Ooooh!!” Brandon exclaimed, unintentionally as a fifth turn brought a surge of agony.
His eyes met the camera as he imagined his many viewers getting there rocks off to the macabre scene. His nut was dying. The previously purple organ was turning black from broken blood vessels in his scrotal skin. The jaw of the clamp was bearing down into the deeper membranes of his ball and it was apparent that further exploration might result in permanent results. Sweat glistened on his abs and the typically stoic masochist was gibbering quietly in an attempt to lower the ambient noise and let the microphone pick up the sounds of crushing his testicle. Despite the inhuman level of pain and haze of masochistic lust, Brandon wanted to please his viewers fantasy and have every gruesome sound recorded.
His white knuckles turned the screw another full rotation. The testicle bloated out like a fleshy pancake within the jaw, crushed to a fourth of it’s typical size. Brandon gritted his teeth, releasing a keening cry as the organ was flattened to a precarious level. The muscular jock was shaking violently and spittle was flying from his perfect lips. His eyes bulged staring directly at the camera with a look of indescribable agony. Further crushing seemed impossible, but after a brief impasse his hand rotated the screw again, and then again.
His testicle was so massive, the screw was no longer visible as it’s blunt end explored deeper. The microphone began picking up faint cricking sounds as the metal began to rupture the innards of his testicle. The pain was so extreme that Brandon was forced stop flattening his nut and grip the sides of the table to brace himself. He tried desperately to not pass out. Bile began building in Brandon’s throat from pain induced nausea; fortunately he was knowledgeable enough in CBT play to fast before each play session. The vascularity of his shredded body was highlighted as every muscle in his body flexed in response to the sensation of testicular destruction. His vision was clouding, but fixated on either the camera or the engorged testis expiring on the table below him at all times.
Despite the current situation, his modest penis was so erect it hurt. The veins traveling the length of his shaft were pulsing with each turn of the clamp and his cock head spewed forth a seemingly endless supply of precum. It oozed down onto the table in small globules, and the hue of red with them was increasing with each subsequent turn. As the blunt metal began irreversible damage to the organ, waves of pleasure and agony overloaded his body causing his cock to quivver excitedly to the inevitable rupture.
Brandon looked down at his now solid black testicle and prepared for the finishing touch. He took a deep breath, wiped the drool from his mouth, then rapidly turned the screw to complete the deed.
Sqourch
His testicle burst within his sack and began bulging dramatically as the innards started to unwind. The sound was no dramatic CRUNCH or SPLOTCH, but a muted sound signifying the destruction of a man's greatest pride and vulnerability. The metal split the testicle, fracturing the membrane and allowing the precious cargo within to spill within his sack. Brandon’s hands continued to turn the screw, no longer able to process the predicament and guided by the single thought of finishing off the sex organ.
Squick. Sqourch. Criick. Splick.
The nut fractured in half as the damaged increased. The once whole nut began elicit quiet sounds as the clamp continued to crush the remaining still whole parts of his testicle into pulp. The microphone picked up these frequencies of testicle components forcefully destroyed beyond repair. Still Brandon’s hands twisted the screw deeper.
Splat. Splat. Splat. SPLAT. SPLAT.
Without any prompting, ropes of thick semen burst forth from his cock head with such force and volume they first coated Brandon’s chest, before reaching higher heights on his anguished face. He had always had massive loads to couple with his titanic testis, often edging for hours each day to reserve enough ammo for an impressive show. This load was unlike any other of his life, with spurts of semen continuously firing with no foreseeable end. After the fourth volley of cum, the liquid released was dark red with blood as his quickly expiring nut sought to release every last drop of sperm despite its broken and rapidly dissolving substantive form.
Eventually, the semen began to subside and cock wilted as the anguising pain took over the entirety Brandon’s brain. The jock’s eyes pierced the camera, his impressive musculature coated in pink-ish semen, and a gruesome, bulging mass of former testicle flesh rested plaintively on the table. The former massive sex organ, a true testament to male virility, was reduced to a chunky pulp. Despite the grisly scene, Brandon’s lips remained curled in a smile as his fantasy was finally fulfilled.
