Tuesday, August 9, 2022

Gym Cruising

It was a quiet night at the local gym, with nary a sound except the dull hum of fluorescent lights, muffled thuds of weights striking the floor, and dated pop music filtering in on an old speaker system.  The steady influx of new year's "resolutioners" had long since died out, leaving only the select few dedicated members.  Gym rats, powerlifters, cardio bunnies; as the evening drew close to midnight the numbers dwindled to single digits. 

In the quiet of the night, Jack was relaxing after a dedicated workout in the dry sauna. A pool of sweat had already formed beneath the stud, with droplets forming down his developed chest and dripping steadily onto the heated wooden slats with a sizzle of steam.

Jack sighed, steadying his breath in the intense heat. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm in the sweltering heat with a pained grunt. 

He'd worked his arms so intensely in the prior workout that even the act of lifting his arm was difficult. He let his arm fall languidly onto the wooden slats of the bench and gently flexed his bicep; veins pulsed the entirety of his muscular arms, highlighting nearly a decade of dedicated weightlifting. Jack winced slightly as he began to massage his chest.  He then worked his fingers expertly into the overworked muscles enjoying the painful ache from the beleaguered muscle group.

Jack was the definition of a gym rat. 

He'd spent many long nights lifting weights, sacrificing his social and romantic life in exchange for a truly impressive physique.  His shoulders were sculpted with each individual muscle striation pronounced, his biceps had developed into a perfect ball of muscle, and triceps brachii latticed perfectly down the length of his arm like interlaced pythons.  His pectoral muscles were massive and contoured his torso, perfectly symmetric abdominal muscles laced his abdomen, and overdeveloped obliques formed a stark V-shape that naturally drew the eyes lower to the bulge between his muscular thighs.

Once your eyes drifted that far, it was impossible not to stare. 

Barely obscured by an undersized towel Jack's cock was stretched against the thin fabric, leaving little to the imagination.  With every motion the stud made, his dick shifted in it's confines as if determined to escape the cotton restraint. 

Along with his Herculean physique, Jack sported a nearly inhuman cock.  The lofty organ was nearly 5 inches flaccid, and a thick, dense piece of masculinity that had pounded loads deep into the guts of countless women and men alike.  When stimulated properly, it engorged to over nine inches of man meat with veins traveling up it's length, rooting to his abdomen.  A fitting cock for an Adonis of his caliber.

Equally impressive, an often as enticing to lovers as his shaft, were his massive nuts. They were impressive specimens, each bulging out noticeably around his thick cock, the size of kiwis and often uncomfortably crushed by compression shorts.  His baby makers were dense and durable, a fact he had determined from a lifetime of sport injuries. Due to the heat of the sauna, they were hanging low between his thighs and pendulously swinging off the front of the bench. 

Jack continued to massage his upper body with trained motions. He rubbed the skin around his deltoids, pinched his sore trapezius muscles, and rolled his neck slightly, before moving downward.  Jack traced the crevasse of muscle dividing his abs and walked his fingertips over each bulge, counting to six down his abdomen, before allowing his hands to fall nonchalantly onto the precipice of his sweat drenched towel.  He twitched his index finger against the fabric as discretely as he could, pulling it upward.

The thin towel housing his impressive payload slid up his sweat drenched thighs from the motion, allowing the very tip his manhood to slip into view.

Jack nonchalantly spread his legs further apart, letting the head of his cock pop fully into view from beneath his towel.  It glistened in the dim fluorescent light, like an erotic strawberry.  Jack enjoyed the sensation of sweat dripping down the length of his shaft, the tickle of droplets forming on his glans, pearling at the tip of his shaft, before falling to the wooden slats below with an audible drip.  

drip,               drip,                drip,                drip

The exhibition made Jack's mind rush, as he wiggled his cock enticingly like a master fisherman determined to hook a big one.  With any luck, he hoped to score quite the prize tonight.

Sitting on the level below, diagonal from him, was a Latino powerlifter in form fitting sweats, rocking gently to the beat of the music in his headphones.  Jack had been scoping the man out for hours, closely observing his workout regime. The Herculean Latino’s lifts matched his own in volume, a feat that Jack watched with growing arousal with each weight increase. It was rare to find a man as strong as him and watching his muscled ass strain against his sweats while deadlifting was nearly too much to behold. 

Jacks mind was blurry with erotic fantasies, and he could feel the veins along his flaccid shaft pulse under the towel as he glanced down at the man. He imagine that muscled ass twitching under his tongue, sweat flowing down the sculpted curvature of their bodies, eyes rolling back, abdomen visibly bulging while penetrated, a splatter of semen coating the walls.  

His mind was as hazy as the sauna air with lust. 

Jack flicked his eyes over the man's body like an inquisitive house fly.  While shorter than Jack, the latin stud was built like an ox; massive overdeveloped muscles strained against the thin fabric of his two piece sweatsuit giving him the appearance of a raging bull.  He sported a chiseled jawline and a well kept beard that contoured his face, further emphasizing his masculinity.   With each passing minute, sweat further drenched his grey sweats and Jack was starting to get even more aroused as each muscle group became more pronounced, tight against the man's trained body.

Jack's shaft was pointed at near eye level of the jock across from him, just barely visible beneath the barrier of his towel.  It jiggled with his every movement, a thick hunk of masculinity shifting tantalizingly like a virile snake. Lower still, his pendulous testes shifted as Jack began to tapped his foot against the slats, like a hypnotists pendant  The muscled man’s eyes appeared closed, brow drenched with sweat and focused on outlasting the heat, but Jack noticed the quick glances the man was making between his legs when Jack was looking away. His amber eyes shifting with each pendulum swing between his legs. 

His prize fish looked ready to bite.  

With measured precision, Jack moved his cock to the side and allowed his nuts to lie flush against the wooden slats of the bench, reveling in the warm sensation of the heated wood against his nutsack. He then took a deep breath, stretched his arms up into the air slowly, expanding his spine but also “accidentally” allowing his towel to fall from his body, thus exposing his huevos fully. As he let his arms fall to his sides, he absentmindedly forgot to cover himself leaving his eggs baking on the bench below him, cock covered halfway with his towel. With the boiling temperature of the sauna, steam was rising off of their mass as they cooked in the hot air.   

The bulging organs were perfectly plump and shiny with sweat, glistening in the dim light like erotic gems. They were so swollen with cum from the constant arousal they seemed to overfill his sack. The smell of masculinity diffused through the air, wafting into the nostrils of his sauna compatriot. 

The Latin bull was panting heavily in the heat, eyes squinted as sweat ran down his brow. 

His sweat drenched sweats stretched against his muscular frame, dark grey and waterlogged, steaming into the open air. At the precipice of his spread legs, his cockhead was now obvious to the eyes, pressed against the fabric like a mushroom. Every time the ox of a man opened his eyes to Jack's frame, his bulge seemed to tighten further against the fabric of his pants. The man shifted his hands in front of his manhood, as if attempting to hide an erection, but instead pulled against the fabric to highlight his shaft against the fabric. 

The sexual tension in the air electric in the air as each stud coyly displayed their sexual prowess without a word.

The movement of eyes, rising of dicks, and body language was all the conversation needed.  Eyes were locked to bulging cocks, straining fabric, as each man took turns highlighting his erection like a ritualistic mating dance. Jack pulled back his towel against his shaft, lifting it skyward as it strained to inflate, while his partner across from his gripped his shaft through his joggers giving it a few tugs.  Biceps were flexed cockily, abs tight while posturing, nipples teased aggressively.

Then, without a word the latin stud moved from his post to kneel before the muscle stud. His thick bulge had snaked its way far down the his pants, pressing against his sweat drenched joggers with explosive force. 

Jack smiled and flexed his hips.  


The jock's cock flopped out onto the bench with obvious weight, landing on his cushioning ballsack. The thick organ barely obscured his balls, cockhead inching to full size.  It's mass took skyward as if anticipating a hot throat.

With a controlled movement the Latino bull kneeled down on the floor before Jack, staring at the jocks manhood inquisitively before reaching two strong hands up towards his genitals. To Jack's surprise, instead of warm caress of his shaft, the man gently palmed Jack’s cock down towards his thigh, revealing his plump babymakers.  The bull then gripped the underside of the wooden bench and aimed his thumbs towards the center of his nuts. Jack felt a thick thumb palpate the center of each of his massive orbs, pressing into them slightly.

"Mmmm, you like my balls, bro?" Jack whispered, widening his stance to allow the man better access to his goods.  

Jack considered his balls his best feature. 

He loved having his nuts fondled, suckled upon, and massaged gently; each action garnered a greater helping of cum, which endlessly churned in their masses.  His loads were copious and thick, surprising many a partner in days past.  Jack could almost feel the semen pulsing in their depths as the man continued his inquisitive probing.

The powerlifter remained silent, as if hypnotized by the eggs steaming on the bench before him.  He massaged his fingers into both orbs gently, rolling his thumbs over their sides, rubbing them from the dense pack of cords to the tip. He tested their elasticity and give, pulsing his fingers into their depths and stopping just before the sensation became uncomfortable. 

With the gentle probe of his babymakers, Jack was moaning under his breath while staring down at the Latino's focused face.  His cock began twitching with each squeeze, rapidly inflating as Jack's arousal levels skyrocketed.  His manhood snaked down his thigh elastic, before hardening and taking to the sky.  Within seconds, the powerlifters vision was partially obscured by his shaft. Jack causally pressed his toes into the bulge of his partners pants, delighted at the hard hunk of meat he felt his toes sinking into. 

Jack grinned down at his partner.

He flexed his cock up to his abs with an aggressive smack, before allowing the thick member to return to position, aimed upwards at the man's waiting mouth.   His hands still firmly planted on his sack, the Latino stud glanced at Jack, before tentatively extending a pink tongue towards it's mass like a curious carp. Before agressively tonguing its enterity.

Droplets of sweat tricked down his shaft into the man's mouth as he slid his tongue over every inch of surface area, gagging slightly on the salty male juices.  He moved up and down Jack's shaft, the wetness of his tongue cleaning his cock of sweat and musk.  With his workspace clean, the man opened his mouth wide taking just Jacks cockhead into his mouth.  He expertly twirled his tongue around his glans, sucking slightly as if determined to pull the first drops of cum directly from their source, resumed his nut massage with both hands, and thrust his head forward.


Jack gasped in surprise as his cock was engulfed nearly to it's base, cockhead nestled deep in the man's throat.  In one masterful stroke, the man forced Jack's cock deeper into his gullet, mouth stretched wide, eyes strained, as inch after inch slid deeper down his throat.  Until with a wet slhlicking sound, his cock disappeared completely.  With a pained expression, the man began a methodical pace, sliding his throat up and down the meat shaft.

"Holy shit!" Jack exclaimed, he shifted his body in surprise.

There were very few people talented enough to take Jack's full manhood, and Jack felt like a lottery winner tonight.  Engrossed with the sensation of his throat, he barely felt a thing as the man increased the pressure on his prized orbs.

At first the probing was erotic, eliciting pleasure with each gentle squeeze.  But as Jack's cock slid deeper into the man's mouth, he in turn shifted more force into his huevos, dimpling them against the hard wooden slats.  His tough orbs were crushed increasingly brutally, pressure bearing down on the center of mass.

Jack grunted at the painful sensation, but was no wimp when it came to pain so he allowed the crushing to continue as the power lifter was obviously enjoying himself. The bulge pressed against Jack’s toes was pulsing along with each stroke and subsequent squeeze. 

“You like playing with my balls, don’t you?” Jack spoke, lustily, as he caressed the handsome man’s head and staring his his deep amber eyes.

An extra aggressive squeeze that made Jack wince slightly was his only response. In the quiet room a slightly wet, squishing sound could be heard as the sweat drenched orbs deformed, and plumped back up to original size repeatedly. 

Splish, splish, splish

The throating continued. Right as Jack was considering protesting the ball play, the man would increase his tempo, ratcheting up and down his shaft with incredible speed. The pleasure counteracted the painful massage, and actually allowed Jack’s lust to reach higher heights. 

“Mmmm,” Jack squirmed as both of his nuts were flattened like pancakes. 

His balls were concave in shape from the continued abuse his abusers thumbs like iron in their soft masses.

“Harder bro.”

The normally stoic man was experiencing masochism for the first time, and mentally weakening with each twirl of tongue and testicle deforming crush. 

In a brief moment of respite, his right ball was released as the man struggled to remove the tight, sweat drenched joggers strangling his lower body.  With a wet slap a Latin cock flopped into view, rock hard and twitching.  It was as thick as Jack's member although half the size and oozing a nearly constant drip of precum without stimulation.  As his right ball's crushing resumed Jack stared, hypnotized as the member twitched and spasmed, hands free with each stroke.  The sight was almost too much.

"Shit man, I'm getting close," Jack moaned, orgasm building deep within his assaulted nuts.  He tensed his legs in anticipation, pressed his back against the wooden slats, and closed his eyes.


The relief of orgasm never came.  Instead, the Latino stud had removed his warm throat at the peak of Jack's pleasure, leaving him on the very edge of bliss.  The man smiled as small spurt of semen flowed from Jack's cockhead into the his waiting mouth.

"Dude I'm really clo-" Jack started to protest, before agonizing pain silenced his lips.

Jack's cock was still spasming in pre orgasm bliss as the Latino stud furled his brow and used all of his strength to crush to life out of his trapped babymakers. The proud nuts which had sparked a lifetime of weightlifting motivation were now fighting for their lives against the wooden bench.  The vice grip continued, digging deeper and deeper into the beleaguered eggs. 

"Fuck! My nuts, dude!"

The skin at the point of contact was white and the bull was grunting with effort as he leveraged more and more body weight into his thumbs. Jack’s assailant was panting wildly and bucking his hips involuntarily. His thick cock seemingly grew harder as Jack’s eggs grew closer to cracking. 

"Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit," he keened,  pushing against the man's brick like shoulders with all his might in an attempt to make him stop. But if anything that motivated him to press harder.

They were getting flatter.

"Dude, please!"

And flatter.

"Please!" His voice cracked girlishly as he felt his left nut compress to a quarter of his normal girth. 

The nearly ruined organ was rapidly turning purple, flattened to a pancake.  His right nut was fairing only slightly better, the dense middle was compressing rapidly to dangerous levels giving the organ the appearance of a donut as the man's fingers approached terminal pressure.


Jack felt the energy flow from his body as the agony from his loins overwhelmed his mind.  He fell back against the wall limp and vulnerable. Jack's eyes dilated and he nearly fainted from the pain.  His head went slack, drooping against his chest.  Jack could only watch in horror as his now blacked balls were softened further.  


Jack's nut flesh was crushed harder still, with a grunt from his attacker.  Both nuts were purple and bloated, deformed against the wooden slats like overcooked hamburger patties.

Splich, Squick, Splich

With Jack's brutalized babymakers at the brink of destruction, they began to make slight crunching noises as internal components started to break and burst within their masses. It was only a matter of time now before the invading thumbs would successfully break their defenses. 

Crick, splich, crunch

Jack’s cock was surprisingly still hard under the onslaught and he felt his sexual life flash before his eyes.  It was such a beautiful member, a pinnacle of masculinity, and about to be silenced forever. 

Splich, Splich, Splich

The sounds filled Jack’s ears, invading his brain with fear as each crunching sound brought a cascade of pain. Tubules were fractured within the mass of tortured meat that hung low between his legs. And the sound was coming to a crescendo.

Jack's cock twitched. 

Delirious from pain, Jack faintly felt his shaft spasm. Then a rush of blood engorged his member like never before.  As if attempting to vacate it's payload to make space, Jack's cock tensed in preparation for a load of a lifetime.  The pain from his mushed sack was silenced, as a pleasurable lull could be felt deep within the very core of his nuts.

The powerlifters hands were trembling from effort, sweat pouring down his muscled body.  The intense pressure had allowed his digits to reach the almost absolute center.  The stud looked up at the handsome man he was destroying and Jack's eyes met his piercing amber ones.

Jack’s cock spasmed against his abdomen once before assuming position.  Then Jack heard his own voice speak the consenting command.

“Break me.”

Jack was suddenly calm and focused as if all the endorphins in his body switched off.  The latino bull opened his mouth in anticipation, tongue fully outstretched, before shifting both thumbs solely onto Jack’s left nut and pressing down hard. 


The strong testicle broke, succumbing to the pressure and bursting at it's seam.  The hairline fracture spread across it's bulbous mass, ripping the tough exterior brutally and liquifying the innards. Like a cookie cutter through a soft ball of dough, the once impressive organ was penetrated through.  The dense inner membrane spilling all of Jack's unborn children into his sack.


Splat, Splat, Splat

Jack screamed as his cock released a volley of cum.  Thick, gooey droplets of baby batter gushed from his shaft unending; first striking his partner's forehead, but with quick repositioning the remaining volleys landed perfectly down his throat.  

Splat, Splat, Splat

Every muscle on the bodybuilders body was tense and tight as his orgasm continued.  Volly after volly striking the back of Latino throat audibly as the man continued to crush the now unwhole orb.  More and more semen burst forth as his body attempted to ensure every last working sperm in reserves was able to escape his rapidly dying left nut. 

Jack’s eyes crossed as a large pulsing member brought up towards his handsome face.  

Spurt, Spurt, Spurt,

Jack was plastered with cum, coating his mouth and sticking to his sculpted beard.

Spurt, spurt, spurt,spurt

Jack's pronounced pectorals were the next be violated, droplets of baby batter spread out over their rounded masses.

Splat, splat,-


The thick meaty member shot one partial final volley, before the thick member was pressed into Jack’s mouth to allow the remnants to dribbled down his throat. Strong, musky cum filled Jack’s senses briefly before the violating member was removed. It’s wet masses still obscuring his view, it continued to ooze man residue all over Jack's muscled body. 

Orgasm subsided, Jack’s mind was quickly taken from the pain. His last memory was his body gripped in firm embrace, a sexy Latin accent drenched with lust whispering into his ear, and fingers reaching toward his lumpy sack. 

By the time the final lights were turned off in the facility, the testes was liquified entirely. 

Thursday, January 28, 2021

Warning: Contents Under Pressure

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.


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.


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.


"Burst," he breathed.


"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 


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.  

Thuck, Thuck, Thuck 

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.  

Thuck, Thuck, Thuck, Thuck, Thuck

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.


Sunday, December 22, 2019

Father Know's Best

At the crack of dawn, Josh quietly entered his fathers bedroom.  His father was snoring peacefully as the first rays of the morning sun crept into the room. His muscular frame barely fit on the queen size mattress, and Josh knew that his father was entirely nude under the thin sheets.  He had requested that his father maintain nudity at all times while in the household and to always keep his legs open for free use. The older man's trained legs were spread wide and his bulging thighs directed the eyes casually towards a massive tent in the sheets indicating his father was enjoying a pleasant dream.

Gently, Josh lifted the covers at the base of the bed and snaked his hands up towards his father's morning wood, caressing his dad's muscular thighs which were covered in a thick layer hair before reaching his target, his fathers massive orbs.  He carefully encircled each massive orb with both hands, rolling the dense organs around slowly.  A faint smile appeared on his slumbering father's face as his son gently caressed his testes, rubbing each part of his babymakers gently and pleasurably.

His father sported the largest pair of nuts Josh had ever seen, despite his years in the locker room showers from a lifetime of athletics.  They were the size of small oranges, and incredibly dense, able to take an incredible amount of pressure before distorting, an act he had tested innumerable times. Above his gargantuan testes was an massive uncut cock, easily 9 inches long with incredible veins down it's length. It was a behemoth of a cock that men could only dream of obtaining. When brought to orgasm, the horse cock released ridiculously thick loads of cum nearly unendingly due to the large reservoir of semen housed in his continuously blue balls. While Josh never stimulated his father's shaft, it leaked precum constantly during their frequent "virility" lowering sessions.

A damp spot was rapidly forming at the precipice of the tent in the sheets as the first of his fathers virile juices began flowing.  Josh smiled at his blissfully unaware victim, before digging his thumb deep into the membrane of each nut.  His thumbs slid deeply into the nut flesh that once birthed him, causing his dad’s nuts to distort horribly and take on a reddish hue from the sudden pressure.

"Good morning Dad!" Josh spoke cheerfully, rotating his thumb so his nail sunk deep into each meaty orb.  His carefully trimmed nail dimpled each large organ brutally, his inquisitive fingers pressed into his balls inward towards each other as if Josh was attempting to make his fingers touch through the meaty organs.

A slight groan indicated that his father was abruptly awake, and he briefly attempted to close his legs before engaging his core to allow his son access to his babymakers.  He was well trained from years of practice to keep his legs open, and nuts available, whenever his son felt the need to bust him. Even in his sleepy state, he knew to make his equipment available for his son’s pleasure.

"G-good morning son." Mark groggily replied. "You're up early today."

Mark glanced down at his own rock hard cock, which was slowly drooping from the intense testicle pain his son was inflecting.  It felt like a knife was stabbing his balls each time his son pressed his nail into them.  Josh’s trained hands sunk deep into their girth, causing them to comically distort. Conversely to the pain, his half flaccid cock twitched pearls of precum with each nut cracking probe which were splattering his chiseled abs.   With enough "stimulation" Mark's muscular torso would look like a grisly "Jackson Pollack" painting.

"It's the first day of Spring Break, so I wanted to get a head start on the day!" Josh said brightly, while pulsing his thumbs absentmindedly into his father's testes and watching his fathers cock twitch with each probing squeeze.  It was a tantalizing sight, despite Josh's affirmed heterosexuality.  He knew there was at least a weeks worth of cum inside his father's orbs, aching to get out and he enjoyed watching the beleaguered manhood struggle to relieve itself without stimulation. Josh refused to allow his father to relieve the pressure himself or to assist in the process himself, enjoying his father's sexual frustration and only allowing nut pain related orgasms.


Mark silenced a scream as his body reacted unconsciously to the mashing his spuds were taking.  He knew better than to cry out with what Josh would consider “light” ball play, lest he segue into heavier play without giving him time to acclimate to the sweet agony. 

“Oooo they’re extra sensitive today, huh?” Josh grinned sadistically. He had spent the previous evening drinking heavily and busting his dad’s bull nuts with reckless abandon late into the night. There was still some light swelling from that previous session further bolstering their impressive size.

Josh knew every part of his dad's testes intimately from years of daily torture. He was careful to crush each section of the heavy balls evenly, without giving his dad's balls a chance to rest. He twisted them and pulled them brutally while dimpling the orbs cruelly with his strong fingers.  Yanked to their limits in their sack, his father's nuts had no where to escape to.  The meticulously shaven testes were mashed and mauled in near silence, with only a few morning chirps of birds interrupting the silence.

"So I was thinking Dad..." Josh said carefully, switching to crushing just his fathers left orb with both hands.  The nut distorted to half it's usual girth and Josh continued to pulse his fingers further into it's depths as if determined to reach the center of the meaty organ.  "I'm going to be graduating from college soon and will have to move away soon after for my internship.  What are we going to do about our little problem here?”

He nodded his head down at the beleaguered organ, as if to highlight the issue at hand.

Mark moaned as he felt his son's fingers sink deep into his left nut, almost to the knuckle.  His ball was beginning to swell horribly from the treatment and he was panting slightly in concentration to not pull his body away from the brutal ball play.  He knew all to well the punishment for disallowing his son full access to his reproductive organs.  His cock, however began to inflate as the gears began turning in his head.

"W-what do you have in mind?" Mark managed to spit out, before a particularly rough squeeze silenced him.

"Well, it's just a thought, but..." Josh spoke wistfully, "Well, we’ve put a lot of mileage into these babies here and you know what I’ve always wanted to do before leaving the state...”

Josh let his fathers nut free from his crushing grip. It fell against his dad's thigh with a meaty slap before plumping up to it's normal size again.  It came to rest languidly on his muscular leg, like a bruised kumquat.

"You mean, like..."


Josh's fist came crashing down onto his dad's balls, pounding them against his pelvis. The left, more swollen nut was especially assaulted, flattening to a fraction of it's normal girth between his pelvic bone and Josh's knuckles.  Due to their natural size it was difficult to strike both with a single blow, but Josh was a semi professional fighter and talented ballbuster.

"Rupture of course!" Josh gleefully spoke, his voice piercing the quiet morning air as his father squealed from the nut pain, and thrashed his legs about, knocking the bedding to the floor.

A wave of pain overwhelmed Mark's brain, but his cock responded to his son's question before he could, inflating to full mast in a fraction of a second.  His impressive member slapped rigid against his abs as he fought to maintain control over his body. A single pearl of precum formed on his engorged cock, glistening in the sunlight, before splattering against his abs as he involuntarily twitched on the mattress.

Josh stepped back from the bed and smiled at the cruel scene.

His own cock had inflated to full mast from the sound of his father's keening screams, and he slipped off his basketball shorts casually to allow his cock to hang freely in the morning air.  Josh had inherited his father's virile masculinity, sporting a thick 8 inch uncut cock which hung rigid in the cool morning air.  He began to absentmindedly jerk off at the sadistic erotism of ruining to nuts that birthed him.

Below his thick shaft was a pair of testes that most men would only dream of owning.  While not as large as his fathers, they were thick, kiwi sized balls that Josh had worked extensively on stretching lower with weights over the years.  They hung nearly 5 inches from his taint, and jiggled languidly with each stroke of his shaft. His father identified as a straight male, but Josh would often force him to gently suckle his lowhangers gently during their sessions.  The disgusted face his father would make each time only served to turn him on more.

“Mmm now that was a solid punch!” Josh said, flexing a bicep arrogantly. 

Josh was a gorgeous male specimen, with a rippling musculature from years of MMA fighting and weight training. At 6’2” he surpassed his father in height, but his father had him beat in pure muscle mass. He sported well developed pectorals and perfectly contoured abs that led the eyes naturally to his impressive manhood.  Coupled with his trained body, his sadistic mind made him the perfect ball buster.

Mark's left testicle was swelling at a rapid rate, now obviously larger then it's counterpart and turning bright red from the brutal treatment. Conversely to the agony radiating from his loins, his cock was harder than ever.  It was so engorged with blood it was almost painful and a steady stream of precum was now streaming from his cock and dribbling onto his abs.  Mark engaged his core and forced his legs apart for his son, knowing that he was hardly done with his babymakers.

"You really wanna try and crack them?" he asked, arousal heavy in his pained voice.  Castration fantasy was often a theme of their sessions, but despite the years of reckless testicle mashing, his nuts had never succumbed to bursting.  They were incredibly tough organs and were trained to take incredible amounts of punishment that would neuter most men.  There was seldom a night that his testes weren't swollen and bruised, but his huevos always plumped back into shape and had never taken permanent damage besides short term sterility.

Josh dropped his cock, stepped forward, and reached between his father's legs, caressing and squeezing the reddening testicles.  He gently rotated his thumbs into the meaty organs, smiling as his dad arched his back pleasurable and moaned from the sensation. Then, he increased the pressure. He sadistically dug his nails into every part of the fragile orbs, dimpling them cruelly and feeling for weakness in the dense nuggets.  They had taken a ridiculous amount of abuse over the years that Josh was cohabiting, and it would be quite the challenge.

"It'll be the perfect solution for your problem here Dad." Josh smiled devilishly and Mark's cock twitched again in fear. "It's gonna be tough! We'll have to work really hard to crack em'... But I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

His playful tone shifted to something more sinister. There was nary a night that Josh didn’t fantasize about ruining his stud of a Dad. He had been given full permission to remove his father from the gene pool years ago, but was now ready to complete the deed. 

He looked down at his fathers distorted orbs almost wistfully. While the act of ruining them made his cock twitch in desire, he also knew he’d miss the thick eggs once they were gone. Some of Josh's greatest orgasms had come from mangling his Dad's manhood, and he was slightly hesitant to finish the job.

Their relationship had initially been one of normal familial values, until one evening when Josh came home from practice to find his father hunched over a stack of bills with a scowl on his face.

"What's up Dad?" He asked.

His father leaned back, sighed dramatically, and spoke.

"Just going over finances for the month.  Business is in decline and nearly half of my income is going towards damned child support this month."

His voice sounded tired and bordering on annoyance.

Josh was one of five children, from four separate women.  Mark was incredibly virile, and even with protection and birth control, he found himself paying for either plan B, abortion procedures, or ongoing child support regularly.  Almost every date that ended in coitus over the past months had resulted in a difficult phone call days later. Mark, being an incredibly sexually charged male was hesitant to taper his sex life despite the ongoing cost and risks.

Josh stripped off his gym tee before taking a seat across from his beefy father, his abs drenched in sweat from an intense workout at his boxing gym.  There was a noticeable bulge in his basketball shorts where a jockstrap attempted in vain to secure his member. The lump in his shorts inevitably jiggled with every movement and Mark consciously avoided eye contact with it.  The two of them were very comfortable with their masculinity and were both often in a state of undress even before their relationship took a sadistic turn.

"Damn that sucks Dad, have you tried pulling out?" Josh smiled wryly, wiping his brow with a hand towel. They had a playful relationship, always quick to proverbially bust each other’s balls.

Mark glanced up at his son, unamused, before resuming his work.

"Your old man here is too much of a stud apparently, and that comes with a cost sadly," he retorted dryly, flexing his bicep arrogantly.

Josh laughed, but also eyed his fathers muscular arms with envy. His father was even more popular with the ladies then he was. The older stud was able to score dates with the hottest instagram models and models in the city with seemingly little effort.

"You know..." Josh said, cautiously, "One of my workout buddies, Matt, was telling me there is a one-hundred percent effective male birth control method that him and his girlfriend have been trying.”

His father shifted the bills in his hands, focused on the numbers in front of him and noncommittally grunted. 

"Apparently, the day before they have unprotected sex he always 'forgets' his cup at home.  A kick or two and he's shooting blanks."

Mark looked up and raised an eyebrow incredulously.

"What? You're telling me you kick your friend in the nuts before he goes on dates?"

"Only if he doesn't get nailed during practice! Sometimes we meet up after practice and take turns kicking his nuts. It's sort of a post-workout ritual for the guys... Wanna see?”

Josh pulled out his iPhone and scrolled through his photos, pulled up a video and rotated the screen towards his doubtful father. 

The short fifteen second clip was shot POV by Josh, and the camera was focused on his handsome friend Matt. The boxer briefs the athletic stud was wearing did little to obscure his lofty manhood and the jock was goading Josh and his other friends off camera. 

“Come on, pussy, lets go!” The inebriated jock slurred, spreading his legs wide and inviting punishment. The outline of his half erect cock was plainly visible so Josh knew just where to aim to hit the vulnerable bits. 

With a loud thunk Josh’s foot crashed into Matt’s crotch. The video was edited in slow motion to highlight the ripples of force as Josh’s toes smashed the jocks balls with surgical precision into his pelvis. Matt’s eyes bulged, his face scrunched up as the waves of agony took over, before crumpling into a heap. 


Matt squealed girlishly and thrashed about on the ground, clutching his nuts. 

"Fuck yeah!" Josh yelled, "I win this round."

The disappointed groans of Josh's gym mates indicated this was not the first kick Matt had taken his evening.  This clip ended with Josh zooming in on his friend's anguished face before panning down to his crotch.  A noticeable tent in his friend's shorts suggested that the strike had been more enjoyable then it looked despite the pained expression on his face. 

“It’s something we do on a weekly basis now,” Josh stated, sliding his phone back into his shorts. “So far, he’s childfree, and without any long term damage to his goods.”

Mark was stone faced to his son's gleeful sadism, but inside his mind gears were turning as the hours of finances left him bleak and tired.   He had tried all form of male contraception, but despite spermicide, condoms, and never allowing himself to finish inside a women his income was still diminishing after each sexual encounter.

"So you're telling me, if you use my nuts as a punching bag, I won't impregnate anyone?" Mark frowned.  

It didn't make any sense to him, but he had very little knowledge of biology compared to his STEM major son, so there was a very good possibility that Josh knew what he was talking about. There was also a good chance he was merely messing with him to get some pot shots at his nuts.

Mark was painfully aware of his son’s proclivity for busting nuts. 

From a young age Josh had shown an interest at sack tapping his balls. Mark couldn’t even count the number of times his son had smacked his nuts in his youth, often laughing at his pained reaction and sprinting off in youthful glee. Mark himself had grown up sack tapping his own friends and never discouraged his son from the "game" he obviously found hilarious. Plus, he enjoyed showing off his high pain tolerance and bulge as an alpha male. To imagine putting himself into that position of submission intentionally, was difficult for him to imagine.

"Well... I can't say for sure..." Josh replied slowly, shifting his body to obscure the erection growing in his shorts. The thought of getting a new target, and a target as large as his father’s, was riling him up. "But I'd personally say its worth trying, if you're man enough to put your balls on the line."

Mark snorted, pushed away from the table and stood up.  The sweatpants he was wearing did little to disguise his impressive manhood, with two large lumps plainly visible where his massive nuts were trapped against the fabric.  Making eye contact with his son, in an act of machismo, he lifted his hand dramatically, curled his fingers in a fist, and drove it rapidly into his bulge.


Josh watched, mouth agape, as ripples of force caused his bulging orbs to to jiggle tantalizingly.  The strike compressed his right orb brutally, knuckles denting the thick organ. The force blasted them up into his body, warping the nuggets against his pelvis.  Mark did not utter a single sound despite the brutality and instead smiled at his son's reaction, removing his fist and gripping his crotch arrogantly. 

Mark laughed, jiggling his bulge around and wincing slightly at the sensation.

"I think I can take whatever you can dish out, kid.  Go grab a six pack from the fridge and let’s head back to the garage.”

That evening was one of numerous beers and pot shots against his dad’s bulge. His dad discreetly ignored his son’s obvious erection in his shorts and continued to pound Corona until the ache in his nuts was more of an afterthought. It was an incredible bonding experience for both of them, and the night was full of laughter and sound of Josh’s foot rocketing up between his fathers legs repeatedly.  

The following night, after a sweaty night of passion with a Latina instagram influencer, Mark experienced the effects of the heavy ballbusting, for the first time in ages he received no frantic DM or call about emergency contraception. 

That day forward, Josh became his father's personal fertility manager.

Their relationship became one of increasing sadism and masochism, with his father's nuts smashed and mauled until swelling before every potential sexual encounter.  Mark found it sometimes difficult to sit normally at dinner with his date due to his broken nuts, but it was well worth it to bury his load deep into his partner without concern. His son's well trained fists (and kicks) were an efficient spermicide, decimating his virility temporarily, and Mark soon discovered he enjoyed the feeling of cumming with bruised nuts.  Inside his brain, the wires designating pleasure and pain became intwined, and he found himself encouraging his son towards harder and harder testicle torture play.

At some point, however, the "friendly" sperm killing sessions turned into something darker. 

Torturing his fathers nuts turned from a dating failsafe to a nearly nightly endeavor as both parties became attuned to the sexually charged nature of ballbusting. Soon there was nary a night that Mark didn’t fall into his mattress, sweaty and moaning in agony with freshly juiced lemons swelling in his sack.

For Josh, there was something about punting his father in the nuts that felt intrinsically correct to him. Perhaps it was natural instinct to remove a superior male from the gene pool or perhaps it was simply how his brain was wired. Damaging testicles was better then sex for him and after a few sessions with his dad he forwent any bashfulness and openly began jerking off during their sessions. Mark himself began stripping down before their sessions, allowing his son to kick and punch his naked nuts until they both came explosively. He spent many nights using both hands to bring his cock to the brink of orgasm while his son crushed his nuts against the garage floor. 

Josh came to crave ballbusting, and Mark slowly gave more and more control of his manhood to his son’s budding sadism. His nuts became the playthings of his progeny, and he kept them readily available for whenever his son might need them to destress.

Eventually, the months of consistent nut pain broke the alpha male entirely.

His masculinity was shattered, psyche broken and reformed with only one thought. To provide for his son as a piece of meat to torture, until his balls were irreversibly broken by his son’s hand. It was a complete shift of personality from the affirmed alpha male, whose muscles and cock alone put him into the top percentile of men. 

Mark then chose to remove himself from the dating pool entirely, giving full control of his testicles to his increasingly sadistic progeny. 

He was ordered under threat of castration to forgo masturbation and sex entirely and was only allowed to orgasm through ball pain. The virile muscle stud was reduced to begging for nut pain constantly with the hope that a well aimed knuckle punch could relieve the built up sperm inside his titanic balls. Hundreds of loads were knocked loose from his beleaguered balls, but now their play sessions were entering the final stage.

"Alright, here we go!"


Mark was roused from his nostalgic thoughts by Josh’s muscled leg, racketing up between his legs. 

With a loud, visceral sound, Josh's well trained shin pounded his fathers nuts against his pelvis with surgical precision.  Each blow was harder than the previous one, distorting the organs harshly with each resulting blow.  The huge orbs were flattening brutally, squished to half their normal girth with each strike.


Mark screamed into his gag, spittle flying as he thrashed about.  Even if he wanted to ask for mercy, his son had forbidden the use of a safeword. His legs quivered with each relentless blow. 


Mark was standing in their living room, his hands on top of his head like a hostage in his own house, and attempting to keep his legs spread wide while his son kicked his manhood from behind. Sweat was trickling down his chiseled body and his veins were bulging all over his muscular body from the effort to remain planted in place.  He had received strict instructions to leave his legs open for as long as his sadistic son desired, and from the intensity of the blows it appeared that Josh was determined to end his manhood right now, or at least he no longer was concerned with “explosive” repercussions relating to high levels of blunt force. 



Mark’s screams took on a high pitched keening tone through the gag as huge nuts were pancaked into his pelvis, he was sure his sack was soon to be a lumpy mess of reproductive pulp. His nuts bulging and distorting with each blow harder than the next. 


The thought of his balls imploding under the blows caused Mark’s blood pressure to spike and his thick cock was drooling precum with each testes warping blow.  His massive erection, which never faltered despite the blows, was taped against his abs such that his member would not in the way of the onslaught. The impressive shaft pulsed with each testicle cracking kick on the brink of orgasm despite the danger his testes were in.

THUD, smack, THUD, smack, THUD, smack, THUD

Josh began adding targeted toe strikes each each of his father's orbs in between each shin strike which effectively smashed both equally.

"Fuck yes," Josh grunted, eyes focused on the increasingly swelling sack.

Josh was entirely naked and sweating profusely from the intense cardio of repeated kicks.  With each strike, his own cock, which maintained nearly diamond like hardness throughout the torture session, flopped up against his abs with a dull thud. His trained body glistened in the early morning sunlight and his handsome face was scrunched tight in concentration.  Pearls of precum were flying from his cockhead, as the feeling of his fathers nuts pulping between his toes was nearly bringing him to a handsfree orgasm. The tarp that Josh had laid out beneath them was peppered with precum that was flowing freely from both men.

THUD, smack, THUD, smack, THUD, smack, THUD

Mark's nuts were a mess, swollen and distended from continuous strikes. His bombarded sac was bright red from the abuse and each strike seemed to sink deeper into his precious sex organs.


Deeper, and deeper, and deeper, and deeper. 


Mark’s voice died within this throat as the intensity increased again, physically lifting his body from the floor with each strike. His orbs were distorting horribly from the pressure, forced into impossible concave shapes by Josh’s toes. Waves of agony surged through his body with each testicle ruining strike.


His left nut, which had a slight relief during breakfast, was taking further abuse beyond it's limits and turning bluish from the harsh strikes.  Josh was expertly singling his Dad's individual nuts out, forcing his toes deep into the doomed organs with incredible velocity. Josh was faintly aware that the nut was getting mushier and mushier with each resulting blow.  If he kept up this intensity his dad’s nuts were sure to...


"Dammit! That’s time!" Josh exclaimed in frustration, relaxing his stance and turning his attention to the timer on his phone. 

With a thud his father fell to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes blurring his vision, drool trickling down his face. The agony of the nut pain was beginning to set into his body, causing him to quiver and blubber into his gag pathetically as his body attempted to acclimate to the sensation. 

Josh smiled and walked up to his father, gripping his manhood casually. He was a few strokes from firing a load all over this father's anguished face, but he wanted to savor the moment.

“I was this close to popping them Dad!” He smiled brightly, surveying his fathers spasming body. “Maybe we should have tried for ten minutes instead?”

With his free hand he unhooked the ball gag from behind his fathers head. It slipped from his agape mouth with a wet plop and splattered on the floor. His mouth fell slack jawed despite the removal of the gag, globs of spittle coating his lips.

“My balls... my balls...”

Mark was unable to utter anything else. He repeated the mantra over and over staring vacantly down at his huevos, which were distended in their sack and swollen so brutally they were touching the floor.

The waves of agony coursing through his body were unlike anything he had experienced in his years of genitorture. His cock had wilted against his abdomen and slipped out from its constraint as the copious precum weakened the adhesive. 

His balls were beginning to swell horribly, no longer taking their normal oval shape. They were lumpy, and rapidly turning black from the internal damage. His left nut was especially ruined, distorted into an orange sized mass of flesh. Mark was scared to even touch it, might it burst apart in his sack.   

The sight of his dad’s nearly destroyed testes was too much for Josh to handle. Overcome with lust, he dropped his pulsing cock and stepped forward such that his dripping erection was pointed directly at his father’s open mouth. Mark’s eyes flicked upward at his son, pleadingly, but knowing what was to come. 

“Suck it, or I ruin you right now,” Josh commanded, his voice cold as ice. He hovered his foot over his fathers manhood, threatening to stomp the life out of his damaged balls.  Mark knew a fell aimed stomp with his nuts against the hard flooring would mean game over for his nuts.

Mark’s face frowned in humiliation. As a lifelong affirmed heterosexual man, he only felt disgust at Josh’s manhood, but regardless he gently extended his tongue to lick his cockhead. He grimaced at the salty taste of the cum and gently swirled his tongue around the glans. It was a taste he could never get used to. 

“Mmm fuck Dad, you’re hungry for a load aren’t yah,” he said cruelly, grasping his fathers hair roughly as he prepared to ram his shaft deep into his dad’s throat.

"Mmmmmph," Mark replied in disdain, but opened his throat to allow his son deeper access.

With a rough thrust, all eight inches of his member slid down his fathers throat. With a rough slurping sound, his cockhead struck the back of his fathers throat, causing him to gurgle with discomfort. His low hanging nuts smacked against the older males chin gently. Mark had no gag reflex, making him a perfect cocksucker. 

Shuck, shuck, Schlick, slick,

A cacophony of wet noises filled the room as Josh gradually began to increase the speed of his thrusts. He locked eyes with his father, reveling in the pained expression in his eyes and enjoying how the muscular stud kept his mouth wide for his pleasure. 

Josh glanced down at his fathers package. His swollen nuts were distended onto the floor, enticingly plump. His dad’s massive cock was entirely flaccid from the sensation of cock sliding down his throat, and it jiggled languidly with every rough thrust down his throat. 

“You enjoying yourself their pops?” Josh grinned widely, enjoying the sensation of his father's mouth.

Josh chuckled at the sight and arched his sole over his fathers left nut. He began to tap his toes methodically into the bruised flesh of his fathers especially damaged left nut and with each gentle probe of the organ Marks cock began to twitch with pleasure. It began to spring to life once again, rising out of the way and allowing Josh full access to crush his doomed nut.

Tap, slicktap, slicktap, slicktap, slicktap, slicktap

With each light palpitation, Josh forced his cock deep into his father’s throat. Josh’s toes gently pressed into the bruised nut flesh that was lying distended in the ground like a bruised mango. A light sheen of precum made the surface of each organ slick to the touch. Josh marveled at how easy the testicle dimpled under the light pressure of his toes, it’s swollen mass distorting easily compared to its usual toughness. It felt mushy under his foot, and as Josh gradually increased the pressure he could feel the beleaguered organ oozing between his toes. 


Mark squealed as his already damaged nut was subjected to further abuse. Without a doubt there was already permanent results from the previous strikes and if they were to play any further he’d be shooting blanks permanently. With each cruel probe of his jelly-like huevo, Mark could distinctly taste a salty spurt of baby batter leaking down his throat as his son was obviously enjoying the sensation of his dying nut oozing under his toes.

He gurgled in displeasure.  The combination of cum eating and testicle crushing was causing him severe nausea, such that it took all he had to avoid vomiting.

“Damn Dad! You like that, huh?” Josh crooned, seductively,  bemused by the impressive erection that was now smacking against his kneecaps with each aggressive thrust. 

Marks cock was harder that it ever had been. It was so swollen with blood it hurt, now almost ten inches in length now and pulsing violently as his lefty was crushed. Thick spurts of precum fired from his cockhead continuously as the sensation of his nut imploding under his sons command was akin to continuous orgasm.  Without a doubt it was one of the most impressive manhoods in the world, but for the owner it only served as a piece of meat for torture.  This top percentile cock, on a top percentile stud of a man, was potentially experiencing it's final erection.

Thuck, Thuck, Thuck, Thuck

Josh sunk his toes deeper into the doomed testes, his toes coming off the organ sticky with cum as the unending stream of precum continued to ooze onto his fathers ballbag. Each cruel palpitation smashed a different portion of the oversized huevo, and Josh could now feel the organ breaking down. His left testicle resembled a lumpy orange now, while his right ball was the size of a large lemon and bruised black and blue.

Thuck, Thuck, Thuck, Thuck

“Fuck dad, should I take it right now? It feels so mushy! Like I could pop it right now...” 

Mark's cock twitched and he nearly came from the threat alone, his eyes were fixated on his sons face and no longer pleading for mercy. It was his place, his responsibility on this earth to provide his equipment for Josh’s pleasure. The agony in his loins and increasing lightheadedness was undercut by this desire. Right now, he wanted nothing more than for his nut to burst under his sons foot and he shifted his body to allow a better angle for it's destruction. 

Thuck, Thuck, Thuck, Thuck

Josh began stomping onto the squishy nut, smashing the organ against the floor brutally.  He was careful to never allow the organ to plump back into shape after each strike, forcing his toes deeper and deeper into its depths.  Josh could feel a truly massive orgasm growing in his nuts as the pancaked ball began to break down under his weight. 

"Pwwweees!" Mark squealed, his voice obscured by the thick cock pounding down his throat. His eye's pleading.

Suddenly, Josh forced his cock all the way down his throat and shifted his weight, attempting to balance his body on the squishy organ. With trained core and leg muscles, he was able to successfully stand on the ball effectively splitting it in two as the bulbous organ attempted in vain to compensate for the 190 pound weight now attempting to snuff it out. Mark's eyes went wide as his nut was torn under the pressure.


Josh felt something give slightly under his toes and came explosively from the sensation. He leaned all his weight into the fracturing organ and began pounding his fathers face with his cock. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Josh screaming as he orgasmed harder than ever before, uncontrollably smashing his cock down his fathers throat. Load after load of thick cum fired down into the muscle stud’s belly as he experienced the greatest orgasm of his young life. Josh then pulled his cock from his fathers throat to splatter his father’s handsome face with the remainder of the massive load. Thick splats of babybatter peppered his fathers face, which was agape in shock as his brain attempted to process the sensation emanating from his loins.

Mark's entire body was frozen in place, muscles straining.  Before his brain could react to the feeling to a broken testes, his cock responded to the nutting, firing a load unlike anything Josh had seen before.

Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat

Josh stepped back off of his dad's ballbag in surprise as warm wads of semen arched up to his chest, coating his impressive pectorals with thick babybatter.  As he removed his foot, he briefly observed a noticeable dimple in the massively swollen organ and it no longer plumped into an oval shape at the release of pressure. The sudden influx of blood to the damaged organ caused Mark to orgasm even harder. Drops of cum were flying across the room and his cock was twitching so aggressively it looked like it was about to snap off his body.  Thick rivers of semen shot up all over the muscular studs body, sticking to his thick body hair.  

Finally, the nearly endless flow of cum seceded and Mark's eyes rolled into his head, his body overwhelmed by agony as the waves of pleasure subsided. With a loud thud his heavy muscled body came to rest before his son, coated his his own juices.

“Oh shit! Dad!” Josh yelled in genuine concern, the waves of orgasmic bliss subsiding.

Josh dropped to his knees, panting and spent. Gently, he rolled his fathers heavy frame onto his back to get a better view of the damage.  The limp muscle stud fell lightly onto his back over the semen covered floor and his legs parted naturally allowing Josh full view of his work.

The sight between his fathers sculpted quads caused Josh’s wilting cock to stir despite itself. Where his Dad’s proud manhood was affixed to his body was a black and purple mass of swelling flesh that could hardly be recognized as male genitalia. Mark's lofty shaft, which typically hung five inches flaccid, was obscured nearly entirely by his fathers bloated ballbag, which jiggled languidly at light prodding from Josh's curios fingers. 

Josh plunged his hand into the mass of damaged flesh, noting his fathers lack of response, blissfully unaware to the probing. Expecting a pulped testes, Josh was pleasantly surprised to find a mostly whole testicle within the mass of swelling. He couldn’t help but apply a little pressure to the distorted egg, marveling at the ease of compression and spongy like texture. 

Incredibly, the seemingly ruptured nut was attempting to regain it's shape.  It plumped awkwardly into a lumpy oval shape as Josh released his grip, indicating the nut was mostly still whole despite all odds.

Josh glanced down at his cock, which was erect once again from the sensation of the broken nut, and smiled. He grabbed his iPhone, positioned his swollen member into the frame cockily, and snapped several photos of his Dad’s ever swelling sack, knowing that his father would want to see the results later. 

Josh’s mind was racing, already planning their next session and how to take his father out of the gene pool. He grinned widely, and surveyed his father’s slumbering frame. 

It was going to be a very long week for both of them. 

Monday, July 1, 2019

Late Night Training Session

Jackson sat at his desk, mindlessly stroking his cock while perusing kink sites and searching for a video that could satiate his voracious desires.

The sun had long since set and his cock was engorged painfully from hours of edging; his nuts ached, but not nearly as much as the victims in the video clips he had been watching all evening.

Fresh sperm churned within his gargantuan testes and the volume increased with every gentle caress of his massive shaft and each testicle crushing strike he observed on his favorite fetish sites.  His bluetooth headphones were continuously filled with grunts of pain and screams from the subs in the heavy BDSM videos and his cock twitched with each sound of impact and resulting pained wail. 

The black stud had a musculature that most men only dreamed of.

His rippling abs had developed through years of athletic training and daily cardio. Although nearing his late 30s, he still maintained a training regime of a professional athlete, and it showed in his impeccable pectoral muscles and ridiculously pronounced auxiliary muscle groups.  His perfectly sculpted obliques and v-cut lower abs served to draw the eyes naturally towards his massive bulge in his shorts which was plainly visible despite his use of compression shorts and loose fitting clothing.

His cock was a lofty 8 inches of veiny meat, uncircumcised, and constantly leaking torrents of precum while erect to the point that Jackson no longer required lubricant during his solo sessions.  His testicles were equally massive in size, easily identified in tight fitting clothing due to their kiwi sized imprint.  When loosed from their compression short confines, his orbs flopped low, hanging almost 5 inches from his shaft.  His fat, pendulous nuts were the envy of all his previous romantic partners and were incredibly virile, storing thick loads of semen that were released nearly nightly.

Jackson was an athlete with an intense focus on his training above all aspects of his life.  His desire to excel and become be the strongest male specimen possible was transformed into a masochistic proclivity due to a horrific sports accident in his college years.

The stud had been an avid MMA fighter in his teens.

During his first year of college, a misplaced kick from his training partner struck his crotch with such force his left testicle had split apart.  The large, meaty organ was trapped between his opponents big toe and his pelvic bone, causing the testicle to explosively burst within his sack. The loud, wet crunching sound that echoed in Jackson's head before falling unconscious was often reminisced on during his frequent masturbatory sessions.

The feeling of a testicular rupture was almost impossible for Jackson to explain but it was something he craved with a fervent hunger.

It was the ultimate high, an unreachable level of pain that his mind somehow equated with pleasure, sparking a lifelong journey into cock and ball torture play.  The same althetic mindset he applied towards his weight lifting and sport hobbies, he began to apply towards his own manhood, specifically increasing the durability and density of his testicles through genitorture techniques.

After his dense testicle exploded in the ring, medical services were ushered in to attempt to recover whatever was left of his proud testicles.  When they removed his shorts, his cock was found fully erect and continued to twitch with each cautionary probe of the his testicles by the EMT. It remained at full mast during the entire ambulance ride, despite the bloating within his scrotum that indicated testicular rupture, something far and removed from pleasure.

Miraculously, his sex life was saved with an extensive surgery.

His testicle was sewn up and a sperm count indicated full functionality.  The only noticeable difference was a squishier texture, allowing his orbs to be crushed nearly flat with a moderate amount of effort, and that his orbs were greatly more resilient to damage through built up scar tissue.

Jackson had begun testing their membrane integrity almost nightly after recovery from his sport accident.

The former athlete took training his testicles as seriously as his previous althetic career,  spending hours researching and developing a training regime to increase their durability and pain threshold to the highest levels.  He desired testicles that were unbreakable, but conversely desired total sterility from the most violent acts possible.  This stark dichotomy led Jackson to train his testicles daily in  the hopes that some day they would experience something that exceeded their limits from training.

His small, one bedroom apartment was nearly always filled with the vapors of sweat and semen.

Like clockwork at 7 PM, after a substantial dinner, Jackson would close the blinds and strip off all of his clothes.  The first hours of the evening were devoted entirely to edging.

He would stroke his massive black cock until his shaft was so engorged with blood it began to hurt.  His impressive veins would pulse down the length of his cock due to excessive stimulation.  The apartment would be silent, except for the slicking sound as Jackson worked his shaft with both hands to the point of orgasm. Again, again, and again, with each subsequent nearing orgasm increasing his arousal to painful levels.

The continuous schlong stimulation was an integral part of Jackson's training regime for two reasons.  The constant pleasure of masturbation increased free testosterone in his body, thusly increasing sperm production.  His goal was to have the most incredibly tough and virile testicles possible so high sperm counts were a must for his goals. The lengthy jacking sessions also pushed Jackson's arousal to extremely high limits.  The higher the arousal level, the easier it was to perform the more painful parts of his training regime.

THUD, smack

"Fuuuck yeah", Jackson whispered at a particularly brutal kick to a pair of very low hanging nuts by a red headed dominatrix from behind.

A slow motion retake showed the subs nuts distorting and rippling from the sudden force of the blow before smacking against his abdomen with incredible force.  Due to the extensive stretching, the subs nuts traveled in a perfect arch before compressing against his abdominal wall.  The agonized wail and involuntary thrashing that followed was so exquisitely erotic that Jackson was forced to remove his hands from his cock to prevent spilling his load early.

He imagined the visceral crunching sound his nuts would make if he was the target of such an assault.

Perhaps they would swell at first, slowly increasing in volume from blood flow, before bursting with a particularly well targeted toe kick.  They would swell and distend, larger and larger until their tough membranes could barely contain their bulging contents.


Barely giving the sub any time to recover, the domme continued her methodical strikes to the rapidly swellings babymakers onscreen, each kick perfectly aimed into the center of each testes with almost surgical precision.  Jackson watched each blow with sadomasochistic delight.


Jackson glanced down at his dense orbs, which were bouncing lightly against the seat of his chair with each stroke of his cock.  He envisioned the plucky read head using her toned legs to rack his lowhangers with enough velocity to force them to fly into his steal like abs.  Over and over and over.  The image of his orange sized, bruised black balls compressing against his shredded abdomen caused Jackson to shiver in excitement.


"Mmmmmmmph," the stud moaned in a sultry baritone at the thought, gripping his cock tightly to prevent any cum from spilling.


The sub was wailing onscreen, but the restraints prevented him from falling to the floor or prevent his mistress from the next volley of cruel kicks. After what seemed like an eternity, the domme laughed cruelly at the openly weeping, broken male, and the video concluded.  The camera panned from her smiling face, to her supple breasts, down to the man's rapidly bruising balls which were taking on a blueish color from the brutal assault.

Jackson could only imagine what would have happened if she had continued to pound his spuds.  Again and again her trained feet would sink into the fragile reproductive organs.  Her toes would dent the orbs with reckless abandon with no time to recover and eventually their membranes would split.


Jackson moaned softly with his eyes closed as he imagined the explosive loss of a testicle.

Perhaps the subs right ball would burst into chucks first, fracturing against the toes of the dominatrix explosively.  Chunks of unspent semen and testicle components would spill out into his now rapidly inflating sack and with each subsequent strike more and more lumps of testicle juice would be forced into the scrotum from the failing organ.  The man would scream and gibber incoherently, thrashing against the restraints with all his might.


The kicks would keep on coming as the sub lay limp in his restraints, his ballsack inflating to a horrific degree from massive fluid influx and turning black from the bursting blood vessels. His scrotum would turn into a grisly soccer-ball of testicle pulp, allowing for even more efficient strikes from the relentless domme.  On and on she would distort the lumpy sack with her toes, each strike sinking deeper and deeper into the man's doomed manhood.


The still barely whole left testicle would burst dramatically, and the subs ample cock would spew a tiny load of semen followed by a steady flow of blood.  The subs final load would dribble down his lumpy scrotum to the floor, and his dick would wilt down to a broken nub, never to rise again.  Blood would continue to trickle down from his cock head, down his ever inflating scrotal sack, and begin pooling on the ground beneath him.

"Mmmmmmm," Jackson crooned, as his cock was twitching wildly, smacking against his abs like a tortured animal.

Jackson had long since stopped stroking his thick cock but it was twitching with each imagined blow, and he knew if he were to grasp it he'd blow his load instantly.  He was at the brink of orgasm from his fantasy alone.  Unconsciously, his muscles were tensing all over his body.

He yearned for the day his balls would rupture in his sack, fracturing and oozing into mush, and leaving him a broken male. 

It would take an incredible amount of force to actually damage Jackson's balls, a conundrum that he had spent many nights pondering the solution for. 

His testes were nearly superhuman from years of abuse and it would take an extreme amount of pressure and force to get into the virile core of each nut.  Jackson fantasied nightly about his nuts splitting open and spilling into his sack, and the imagery helped motivate him towards even more extreme play in the hopes that one day his dream would manifest violently.

He sighed contently and clicked out of the window to the next video in queue.

Thunk, STOMP, Thunk

A fixed camera was focused on an impressive set of cock and balls being crushed and mauled brutally by a domme's heels.

Jackson watched as a pair of latino testicles were repeatedly crushed by a stiletto heel.  Each cruel dig of the heel forced the sharp point deeper into the chosen latin babymaker, and the sounds elicited by the poor man signified some nearly permanent results were occurring from the treatment.

Slick, STOMP Slick, STOMP Slick, STOMP

Jackson began to work his shaft at rhythm to the cruel stabbing of a mans most precious organs. He mind raced as each fleshy blow landed.  Ball trampling videos were some of his favorites as they had the most potential for permanent results.


"Pop that fucker," Jackson mouthed, panting heavily.  He was salivating heavily at the tantalizing sight of the damaged huevos.  With his left hand, he began casually flicking his testes with alternating targets in sync with the savage stomps on screen.

Jackson imagined the heel reaching entirely through the mans testicle, splitting the fleshy organ apart. 

The thick, well used orb would rupture into chunks as the sub began to scream soprano, and the domme's heels would continue to work any remaining chunks out of existence. He could only imagine the splotching sounds the dying nut would make as it was pounded into a fine putty.  Once again, he backed off the rhythm, to compensate for the eroticism of the explosive imagery.

"Ruin that fucking nut!"

He yelled at the monitor like he was viewing a sporting event.  Jackson was smiling widely and hypnotized by the brutal testicle mashing occurring onscreen.  He could almost feel his nuts dimpling painfully along with the subs and each flick to his bulging nuts helped increase his immersion.


Jackson ceased masturbating and lightly dimpled the surface of his left nut with a contemplative look on his face.

He had once paid a dominatrix to attempt a testicle rupture with little success.

After stretching his testicles to their maximum length, he had presented them on a wooden stool for crushing with a variety of vicious heels.  Despite her best efforts, the heel refused to pierce his thick scrotal skin and rupture anything within. She spent almost an hour, much to Jackson's pleasure, attempting to catch one of his massive orbs with the heel of her stilettos and destroy the tough membrane surrounding it.

His eyes rolled into head as he lost himself in the memory.

Much like the cruel scene he was currently viewing, his nuts had taken a beating.  Each well aimed blow compressed his orbs to a fraction of their normal stature, smashing them brutally against the unyielding wooden surface. They were mashed around during the treatment, inflating from the strikes to a massive degree, but even the dominatrix's entire weight could not breach their defenses.  He could still remember each blow that pancaked his balls nearly flat and how erotic it was to watch his nuts inflate to full size at a slower rate with each strike.

The night ended uneventfully, with a pair of bruised and bloody testicles and an aching feeling of disappointment that out stripped the ache of his nuts.


Jackson was brought out of his memory with a particularly hard stomp that caused the sub to squeal like a pig.

With that final, viscous stomp, the scene ended with latino testicles sadly intact. With a splat Jackson dropped his cock, which smacked back against his rippling abs.  He encircled his scrotum with his thumb and index finger and pulled his testicles tight away from his body.

Staring down at his kiwi sized nuts he envisioned them pierced entirely, a hole forced all the way through the dense meat causing a breakdown in their membrane integrity. He could only imagine the levels of pain he would experience as his nuts began to lose their oval shape, a sharp heel tearing at the mortal wound inflicted on his balls, causing the rupture to increase in size until no surgery could possibly save them.

"Oh fuck yes," he whispered under his breath, as chunks blew inside his sack in his mind. He imagined personally squeezing the remaining pieces of still whole testes to ensure they could not be recovered in surgery.  Each meaty nugget would compress under his fingers before dissolving as tubles spilled into his sack.

Jackson found himself in a cold sweat at the thought, and let his nuts fall from his grasp with a soft splat to the seat of his desk chair. 

He leaned back and took a deep breath to calm himself.  He had been planning a brutal training session for his nuts tonight and was nearly turned on enough to attempt it. 

It had been several months since his last rupture attempt, and Jackson was unsure how much longer he could wait before performing dangerous ball torture play that he fantasied about nearly every night.  In one part of his mind, he recognized the dangers and ramifications of trying to ruin his proud testes, but with each stroke of his cock that voice was quieted until only the desire to ruin his manhood remained.  These last few nights his arousal had been at an all time high, so it was only a matter of time before he put his nuts to the test.

Jackson regained focus on the task at hand, and with the vision of his nut bursting still fresh in his mind he clicked the next link to a gay S&M site where some of the brutalist ballbusting on the internet was procured. This was a gritty "real" S&M scene where there no safe words or mercy. Jackson was an equal opportunity ballbuster, male or female the important part was the resulting testicle pain.  He skipped a few minutes into the short clip, right to the climax of the action.


On Jackson's monitor, he watched as a master continuously stomped his subs testicles with a steel toed shoe.  The fragile orbs were flattened to pancakes with each subsequent blow.


The sub was writhing in pain as each blow landed, twisting his body in vain to avoid the blows landing with sadistic precision.  An intricate lattice of ropes prevented any virility saving movement, and each stomp left the subs testes a deeper shade of reddish purple.

Slick, CRUNCH,  Slick, CRUNCH,  Slick, CRUNCH,  Slick, CRUNCH

Jackson increased his speed of masturbation to match the fervent, ball destroying display on the screen.  The slave was almost continuously screaming now, drooling through a ball gag and droning on as his sperm count was rapidly diminished from blunt force alone.  Sweat was pouring down the man's back, and his ballbag was rapidly inflating to an unnatural degree.  Each time the dom removed his foot from the mans nuts, they were a deeper shade of bluish-purple.  Jackson could feel and incredible load building in his loins and his eyes were fixated on the ever compressing testes on screen.


In the description of the video was an account of a ruptured ball ending the play session early, but sadly this was not shown in the short video clip.



Jackson leaned back and imagined the German's testicles caught under a reinforced boot, bursting into chunks.

"Ohhhhhh," he exclaimed, as the bursting gave him sexual gratification close to orgasmic bliss.

The pressure would be too much for the ball to handle, dimpling first, then splitting down the middle releasing it's contents into the scrotum.  The swelling would be incredible as the soupy contents of his sack would immediately draw fluid, inflating to a ridiculous size. His scrotum would take on a gruesome black and blue color and lumpy consistency and the Dom would continue to crush the testicular remains into a fine pulp.

CRUNCH, Squick, CRUNCH, Squiick, CRUNCK, Squiiick, CRUNCH, Sckkkk.

The broken contents would elicit quiet noises as each tubule broke explosively under the steel toed boot. Eventually, the Dom would kick the sack with enough force to split it open, allowing the warm ruined innards to seep onto the dungeon floor. The broken testicles would steam delectably on the stone floor, a mass of flesh and connective tissues. Perhaps the Dom would reach down and pull the pulpy remains out for the camera to see, aggressively ripping the cords from the subs body and...

Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat


Jackson shouted in anger as his engorged cock head spewed forth a wad of cum, striking his abdomen from his neck to his bellybutton and covering his body with viscous babybatter.  He had removed his hand from his beleaguered cock a second too late and some cum had escaped from his churning balls.

The torrent of cum ended and his cock twitched and slapped against his chest, pleading to release the rest of it's contents. His impressive musculature glistened with babybatter against the hue of the computer screen which steadily trickled down his chest and pooled in his sculpted abdominal muscles.  While only a fraction of the volume of his potential load, the muscle stud's body was absolutely covered in cum.

Jackson wiped cum from his hands in disgust, cursing his manhood for it's untimely release.

He vowed to increase the damage to unforeseen levels as a consequence for the untimely partial load that had escaped his still bloated testes, and he had prepared a punishment suitable for the failure tonight.

The image of his balls bursting into chunks flitted through his mind again, and despite his anger Jackson was shivering with excitement.  Perhaps it was time to make the fantasy a reality.

He stood slowly from his sweat filled desk chair, cursing under his breath, and allowed his cramping legs to loosen up before heading to the small living room.

The area was stripped of all traditional furnishings and contained shelves full of various sex toys and torture devices that he had picked up over the years.  Whips or varying sizes, paddles, crushers, and mallets of increasing weight were hung neatly from the walls. The carpeting was covered entirely with a waterproof sheet to deter any stains from setting in.  The austere living space helped Jackson to find focus in his work. The lack of a sofa or any traditional furnishing for relaxation helped to keep his mind singularly on testicular training.

Jackson carefully stepped over a set of weights he'd been using the previous evening to batter his orbs, over and over with increasing weight until he'd nearly passed out from the pain.  He walked over to a small shelving unit where he kept a large supply of sterile needles for skewering his testicles.

Needles were becoming a favorite of his to try and work past the defenses his nuts had garnered from years of training.

When blunt force seemed to barely dimple his balls, and his crusher could no longer give him the flatness he craved, needles were a guarantee for testicle damage. At least one night a week, Jackson punctured the meat of each testicle with a large gauge needle and twisted the metal instrument as his cock oozed pink tinted semen.  With each twist of the needle, the innards of his nuts were torn, waves of agony nauseated him, and a drops of bloody cum were forced from his cock head.

After a night of invasive probing his nuts would be left bleeding and dark purple from internal bleeding, while coated in a thick layer of freshly probed sperm.  The build up of scar tissue helped to increase the overall durability of his testicles, while the torn spermatic tubes were forced to heal at greater rates to produce sperm for the virile jock's nighty edging sessions.

This night he vowed to go even further, reaching past a box of high gauge needles for a set of nails he had sterilized earlier.  The stud had attempted large gauge needles previously, but the thick iron nail outstripped their size by many fold.   They were sure to puncture his nuts wide open, and if he worked hard enough, perhaps his castration dreams would come true this very evening.

Jackson shivered in excitement, panting visibly as he kneeled in front a wooden block and dropped his hefty testes onto the cool wooden surface.  They landed with a hefty slap and lay there, defenseless and bulging with an unspent load.  The thought that the may never release their contents again caused a surge of pleasure to radiate from his loins.

He planned to nail each nut to the board with all his might, with the hopes of splitting his nuts such that they could not be repaired.  The testicle training would push his tough testes to their limits as their membrane stability would be compromised.  All the nights of skewering his nuts could barely prepare them for the treatment they were about to undergo.

Jackson reminisced back to the pair of latino testes he'd seen prior, nearly pierced by stiletto heels with each probing stomp forcing the point deeper into the latin huevo.  Jackson envisioned the heel smashing down with all of the domme's might, splitting the man's proud nut in two, and prepared himself for a similar experience with the nail he was gingerly lining up with his swollen left nut.  He allowed the point of the nail to slightly dimple the skin in the dead center of his massive left egg, not enough to draw blood, but enough to cause a slight rush of pain.

Jackson grabbed the hammer he had left out earlier and took a deep breath before swinging the mallet down.



With a wet, squishing sound the nail slid into Jackson's testicle, penetrating the dense outer membrane of his well-trained sex organ.

His nervous hands had only succeeded in pounding the metal halfway through the dense nugget, and waves of agony unlike anything he had experienced before began radiating up his body.  Cold sweat poured out of every pore on Jackson's muscled body as he continued to stare at the doomed organ, hypnotized by the erotic scene of his own precious nut splitting in front of him.  The nausea was almost instantaneous, and he was forced to tighten his steel like abs to prevent himself from vomiting.  Blood was pounding in Jackson's head, preventing him from considering any other option then finishing the job.  He lifted the hammer again, clenched the grip with all his might and slammed it down.



The blow had landed with such force that the nail was forced completely through his testes and imbedded itself deep into the wood below.  The head of the nail itself was forced into the center of his reproductive organ, causing it to distort horribly and take on an amorphous shape.  At the same time, the head of the hammer crushed his already compromised testicle to half it's normal girth, pancaking it out against the hard wooden surface.  His nut was now brutally attached to the wooden block and when he removed the hammer the damaged organ attempted to inflate to it's usual size but distorted awkwardly due to the steadily growing hole in it's center.

The orb was swollen horribly, turning black and rapidly losing it's normal oval shape.  A steady flow of sperm and reproductive tubles began to flow freely into Jackson's now lopsided sack.  Blood began pouring out of the hole in his scrotum, trickling down the sides of his massive nut and onto the wooden block that his testicle was now affixed to.

Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat

The sight of his broken nut was too much. Jackson's thick black cock twitched at the force of the testicle shattering blow and released it's long contained load.  Rope after rope of cum flew from his cockhead, arcing across the room as his cock spasmed wildly.  It spurted thick babybatter it a seemingly unending stream and incredible force. The stream struck Jackson's handsome face, plastered his chest copiously, and splashed even higher to coat his bulging deltoids.  His cock blasted like a sprinkler handsfree, seemingly unending, as Jackson experienced the greatest orgasm of his life.

Jackson was unable to process to intense feeling radiating from his loins, his brain shut down as the blow landed and all he could experience was orgasmic bliss.  His nut was ruined.  His big, beautiful, ball was splitting apart in front of him and his body shut down from the damage. He could only stare as the swelling continued.

And suddenly, he felt it.

The pain of a ruptured testicle, the pain of the sperm dying in his sack, the pain of a doomed reproductive organ.  His body reached the high he had been searching for ever since that fateful day at the boxing gym, and surpassed it as the damage was far more severe.

Jackson's lips curled into a smile as he allowed the waves of pain of course over him.  He had finally succeeded in breaking one of his nuts, after years of hard use.  Perhaps the damage would be too great for it to be saved this time, the thought of which caused his cock to spurt out a small droplet of pinkish cum as it wilted, spent after releasing the largest load of it's life.

Before he could reach down to assess the damage, and line up a second nail to his unharmed right ball, Jackson's vision faltered and his body went numb from the pain. His body fell limp despite his attempts to hold himself upright, succumbing to extreme level of agony that only testicular rupture could bring. 

He could only watch in terror as his dead weight pulled his testicle to it's limits within his sack, the head of the nail still firmly planted at the center his bloated ball.  In slow motion, he watched his scrotum stretch and distend horribly against his body weight before the well trained organ burst under the pressure.


The last thing Jackson remembered, as he slumped unconscious was the sight of his testicle ripping free from the fixture as his body dropped to the floor, bursting his membrane apart and splitting his sack open.  The well stretched nut arched the air majestically from the force of his falling body, spraying the floor and ceiling with drops of blood.  The ruined organ flopped onto his abdomen and oozed his contents on his abdomen, mixing with the thick layer of cum on his front. It was ruined, completely and as gruesomely as he had fantasied. Then everything faded to black.