At half past midnight, when most of the god fearing members of the conservative town were sleeping undisturbed, a single light in the basement of a cookie cutter home was barely visible in the sprawling suburbia. The room was triple insulated and sound proof, with a frosted glass window to avoid prying eyes; the debauchery performed inside would mean social exile at the least, or even jail time if the small town law enforcement ever became involved.
The owner of the small, unassuming home slowly made his way down the rickety stairs to his lair, unceremoniously removing clothing with each step. Scott was a timid, reticent man with some semblance of muscle under his ill fitted suit, but an obvious pudge around his midsection.
His cheap suit discarded on the steps, Scott stepped naked into the dimly lit basement walking with purpose.
The man was slightly under average height and sported some flab gained from years of luxurious eating habits. Heading into his forties, he could best be described as handsome but forgettable, a sort of cookie cutter businessman with fading youth. He sported an ashy red beard, a nondescript business haircut, and an average jawline. His only notable feature, which former partners remembered better than his facial features, was attached between his legs, and it flopped into view as he shuffled into the room.
Scott always walked with a slight waddle in his step, legs slightly too far apart with an awkward gait. Which might have been attributed as a mild bout with gout or spinal injury to the onlooker, the true reason became clear the moment his pants came off.
Scott had a condition known as monorchism.
Instead of a heathy pair of testes, Scott was born with single lonely egg floating scrotum solo. This genetic mishap was seen as both a blessing and a burden to Scott. Despite nature only granting him a single ball, it was compensated by the sheer mass of nut meat that filled his sack nearly to the brim.
The organ lay in his sack like a softball in a sock, an overripe grapefruit of dense reproductive tissue and stuffed full of churning semen. It swung from his groin like a wrecking ball, bouncing from thigh to thigh with each step like a perverse Hacky Sack. Scott's single testicle was gargantuan, at the very largest of sizes excluding medical conditions effecting testes.
Scott fumbled with a small key, unlocking a cock cage that kept his shaft pressed firmly into his body. With a clink of metal, he tossed aside the metal instrument allowing his cock flop in the open air. It was barely bigger than a thumb when flaccid, a completely pathetic excuse for a member and as such he kept it locked away nearly perpetually. There was a point in his youth where he proudly displayed his shaft and pumped load upon load from it's length, but those days were long past. His cock was now shrinking rapidly from near constant restraint; locked tightly into a cage as a pathetic memory of a former manhood.
He only let it out of special occasions.
The man walked up to the workbench in the center of the room which housed an arrangement of tools and iron weights he had organized earlier in the week. Whistling a faint tune into the silence, Scott tapped at a switchboard. Directional lights flickered to life, illuminating the table below. A dull hum of machinery was heard as an array of cameras woke from slumber; blinking red dots blipped into existence from the shadows.
Scott laced his fingers together, scooping his ball horizontal to his body, then dropped it with a splat to the work surface. The orb jiggled slightly from the force like a boiled ostrich egg. Scott then tied off his nut, effectively mounting the thick organ to the table. It had no chance of escape. The spotlights hit every angle perfectly, the cameras were recording, Scott was feeling good.
It was showtime.
Scott grunted with effort as he picked up a waiting iron plate. He then rotated the plate vertically and carefully positioned his nut under the weight, shivering slightly at the sensation of cold steel on his warm babymaker. After a few attempts, he was able to perfectly divide the orb down the middle with the edge of the weight. Slowly, he let the weight rest onto the beleaguered orb, flattening his egg as the pressure increased.
With each millimeter of distortion his huevo took, his cock grew at the same rate to full mast. At a maximum size of three inches, his full raging erection did nothing to interfere with the fixed path of the weight, which was slowly sinking deeper into his reproductive organ. His minuscule cock twitched with each wave of nut pain as if begging for a pleasurable caress, but it had been years since Scott had even touched his shaft.
Nut pain was the only pleasure the he allowed himself.
Scott's testicle was one of incredible size and girth, easily surpassing a large orange in mass and absolutely churned with semen. The first inch of meat around the dense nugget was easily distortable, such that a cruel thumb or vice could dimple its flesh. It's hardness massively increased towards the "core" of his nut, taking on a rubber like feel and similar elasticity. The durable innards of his nuts were seemingly invulnerable to blunt force, distributing weight like a perfect shock absorption device.
His nut's tenure in his body was truly impressive, due to the constant abuse the organ received. Tonight would be the ultimate test.
With measured precision, Scott lifted his hands from the iron weight, pinching his nipples tenderly and moaning with the sensation of nut pain. The forty five pound weight was positioned like a blunt chisel, squishing his nut into two equal halves of meat.
Scott closed his eyes in bliss.
His sac’s contents were aching under the metal onslaught, waves of pain emanated deep into his gut, cum boiled inside his nut, and the first pearls of precum were beginning to spill forth.
The ache felt so amazing.
Scott opened his eyes and glanced down at the distorted mass of flesh affixed brutally to the table below him. His baby maker was dimpled nearly in half, with two bulging masses of reproductive tissue squished out filling his scrotum to the brim. His nut was beet red, with white lines highlighting the intense pressure the organ was experiencing. Eyes wired to the tortured orb, Scott gripped the top of the weight with both hands and forced the weight toward the table in a jerking motion.
Splick
His egg was crushed brutally down to a fraction of its normal size, and the violent action forced the first spurt of cum from his overstuffed sack. Droplets of cum fired upwards onto Scott's waiting face and his hands trembled to maintain the pressure deep into his baby maker. He extended his tongue tentatively, allowing a pearl of precum to dribble into his mouth. He licked his lips, noting the slight iron taste indicating that damage was being done to the internal membranes of his nut. His mouth began salivating as he had trained himself to crave his own juices.
Maintaining pressure on the weight with his left hand, he reached down and grasped a rubber mallet with his right. Carefully, he lined up the head of mallet to the top of iron weight, took a deep breath and slammed it down with all his might.
Clunk, Thuck
The iron weight was hammered deeper into the doomed nut, crushing internal components of the organ and sending a wave of agony through his body so intense Scott instantly began sweating profusely. Another volley of cum fired from his stout cannon of a cock, splattering against his face and pectorals. His tongue was fully extended, determined to capture as much of the freshly tapped sperm as possible.
Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,
The next volley of blows came rushing down onto the unyielding iron instrument at rapid speed. With each blow, his nut rapidly plumped up and shifted under the iron, distorting rapidly as the metal weight attempted to reach the table below it. His ball was mashed, crushed like a swollen grapefruit and began to take on a black coloration as blood vessels burst on his scrotum.
Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,
Scott increased the tempo, hammering with reckless abandon.
Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,
With each blow, a subsequent arc of semen was let loose from its endless basin, coating Scott's body with his own gravy and filling his waiting mouth with ever more cum. In the mere minutes of the session, his front was already coated with a thin layer of baby batter. Droplets landed in his chest hair like morning dew on a brisk day. Sperm speckled the whole work surface and Scott shifted his weight back to consciously place his mouth in the arc of the stream.
Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk
Like a smith forging masterwork steel, Scott struck at iron wildly, his mind a flood of endorphins and ecstasy. The sensation of his nut pulping overwhelmed his caution as he applied more and more weight into his swings.
Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,
He wanted it to crack so bad. He needed it to crack so bad.
Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,
He was gibbering nonsense and emitting keening sounds, veins were popping out of his face as he fought to keep his mouth directed at the stream of batter ejected into the air. The cum spraying up to his mouth was a creamy pink color, soon coating his throat with ruined baby batter. It was like a single drop of dye landing in a fountain; the cum spattering out took on a deeper hue with each passing strike.
Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,
The sight on the counter below was one of extreme brutality. At the point of contact on his scrotum, the skin was beginning to shred against the abrasive weight; tiny trickles of blood were streaming down it's thick mass. The herculean testes was now flattening with ease down to a quarter it's normal girth, inflating and deflating at a horrific rate. The texture of the orb was no longer a durable rubber, but becoming more spongy as the nut's defenses were broken apart incrementally.
The resistance was getting weaker.
Clunk.
And weaker.
Clunk, Clunk.
Veins were bulging all over Scott's body from the effort of the blows and keeping his body in position. He squealed, tongue extended like a pig in anguish and his mental faculties barely functioning. Even his stalwart cock was beginning to droop, oozing blood. His mind was only set on one thing.
"Pop," he squealed.
Clunk.
"Burst," he breathed.
Clunk.
"Rupture," he commanded.
Clunk. Clunk.
"Please," he begged.
His will nearly giving out as the agony was becoming too much even for the seasoned pain pig. His nut had to pop, it needed to pop, and soon. Scott mustered the final remnants of his strength, lifted the mallet skyward, and struck down with the force of Thor himself.
Clunk, squick
The blow struck the weight dead center forcing the iron deeper than ever before. It sank through the soft outer tissue, broke the barriers of the dense middle innards, and invaded the deepest sanctums of his egg. At the peak of his nut, directly under the weights edge, a hairline fracture formed on the membrane, spreading rapidly as the nut began to implode under the pressure. The seams of his nut split under the pressure like a cracked egg, and the yolk was now beginning to ooze.
Scott's face froze, instantly silent with eyes wide and pupils dilated. Time slowed down. A dribble of cum and saliva dripped from his agape mouth to the surface below in slow motion. He could feel his nut rupture in multiple places, one at a time. Each garnered an explosion of pain which penetrated his brain like spikes through his skull.
His nut was no longer whole.
It was broken.
It was ruined.
His cock, which was long since deflated, grew to full length as each jab of pain rushed from his groin. It was as if his manhood was determined to pass on it's genes in one final attempt. It strained away from his body, twitching as if about to burst like a roman candle.
In wordless determination, Scott raised the mallet again.
Clunk, squuuick
Fractures erupted along further sections of his nut. Scott could almost feel the broken tubules inside diffusing into his scrotal sack. The force of the blow forced testicular innards from their incasing like a mashed overripe peach. Parts of his sack had the consistency of pulp
Clunk, splick Clunk, Splotch
More and more parts of the nut were pulped and the weight bore down, determined to find the path of least resistance through the thick organ. Scott's sack inflated with rapid swelling, like a macabre water balloon.
Clunk, squiick Clunk, Splotch Clunk, Squelch
Thud
With a hollow noise, the iron weight sunk through his nut to the workbench surface without resistance. The once proud egg was split into two nearly even halves and steadily fracturing further. His masculinity was now floating as two independent chunks like amorphous hunks of hamburger meat in water.
At the same time his ball was ripped in twain, his cock released the largest load of it's life as if attempting to vacate it's contents before they were severed irreversibly. His cockhead engorged like a balloon, urethra stretched painfully wide as gush upon gush of man jelly spurted forth.
The incredible force behind the volley splattered Scott's face like mortal shells. Globs of cum tricked down his face, dripping down the arch of his nose, streaming into his mouth and pooling into his beard. As his final orgasm began to subsided, ribbons of pinkish semen spurted out in a steady stream, turning rapidly to deep red as his cock wilted.
Scott was left paralyzed, gurgling and sputtering on a full mouth of man juice.
Every muscle in his body was tense and he had long since lost the capacity for speech or even thought.
His eyes were blood shot and wild.
He gripped the mallet once more, animalistic instincts taking over. With one spasming hand still pressing downward on the weight, he aimed directly at the surface of the largest intact chunk in his sack.
Splotch
