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At half past midnight, when most of the god fearing members of the conservative town were sleeping undisturbed, a single light in the basement of a cookie cutter home was barely visible in the sprawling suburbia.  The room was triple insulated and sound proof, with a frosted glass window to avoid prying eyes; the debauchery performed inside would mean social exile at the least, or even jail time if the small town law enforcement ever became involved.

The owner of the small, unassuming home slowly made his way down the rickety stairs to his lair, unceremoniously removing clothing with each step.  Scott was a timid, reticent man with some semblance of muscle under his ill fitted suit, but an obvious pudge around his midsection.  

His cheap suit discarded on the steps, Scott stepped naked into the dimly lit basement walking with purpose.

The man was slightly under average height and sported some flab gained from years of luxurious eating habits.  Heading into his forties, he could best be described as handsome but forgettable, a sort of cookie cutter businessman with fading youth.  He sported an ashy red beard, a nondescript business haircut, and an average jawline.  His only notable feature, which former partners remembered better than his facial features, was attached between his legs, and it flopped into view as he shuffled into the room.

Scott always walked with a slight waddle in his step, legs slightly too far apart with an awkward gait. Which might have been attributed as a mild bout with gout or spinal injury to the onlooker, the true reason became clear the moment his pants came off.

Scott had a condition known as monorchism.

Instead of a heathy pair of testes, Scott was born with single lonely egg floating scrotum solo.  This genetic mishap was seen as both a blessing and a burden to Scott.  Despite nature only granting him a single ball, it was compensated by the sheer mass of nut meat that filled his sack nearly to the brim.

The organ lay in his sack like a softball in a sock, an overripe grapefruit of dense reproductive tissue and stuffed full of churning semen. It swung from his groin like a wrecking ball, bouncing from thigh to thigh with each step like a perverse Hacky Sack.  Scott's single testicle was gargantuan, at the very largest of sizes excluding medical conditions effecting testes.  

Scott fumbled with a small key, unlocking a cock cage that kept his shaft pressed firmly into his body.  With a clink of metal, he tossed aside the metal instrument allowing his cock flop in the open air.  It was barely bigger than a thumb when flaccid, a completely pathetic excuse for a member and as such he kept it locked away nearly perpetually. There was a point in his youth where he proudly displayed his shaft and pumped load upon load from it's length, but those days were long past.  His cock was now shrinking rapidly from near constant restraint; locked tightly into a cage as a pathetic memory of a former manhood.

He only let it out of special occasions. 

The man walked up to the workbench in the center of the room which housed an arrangement of tools and iron weights he had organized earlier in the week.  Whistling a faint tune into the silence, Scott tapped at a switchboard. Directional lights flickered to life, illuminating the table below.  A dull hum of machinery was heard as an array of cameras woke from slumber; blinking red dots blipped into existence from the shadows.

Scott laced his fingers together, scooping his ball horizontal to his body, then dropped it with a splat to the work surface.  The orb jiggled slightly from the force like a boiled ostrich egg.  Scott then tied off his nut, effectively mounting the thick organ to the table.  It had no chance of escape. The spotlights hit every angle perfectly, the cameras were recording, Scott was feeling good. 

 It was showtime.

Scott grunted with effort as he picked up a waiting iron plate.  He then rotated the plate vertically and carefully positioned his nut under the weight, shivering slightly at the sensation of cold steel on his warm babymaker.  After a few attempts, he was able to perfectly divide the orb down the middle with the edge of the weight.  Slowly, he let the weight rest onto the beleaguered orb, flattening his egg as the pressure increased.  

With each millimeter of distortion his huevo took, his cock grew at the same rate to full mast.  At a maximum size of three inches, his full raging erection did nothing to interfere with the fixed path of the weight, which was slowly sinking deeper into his reproductive organ.  His minuscule cock twitched with each wave of nut pain as if begging for a pleasurable caress, but it had been years since Scott had even touched his shaft. 

Nut pain was the only pleasure the he allowed himself.

Scott's testicle was one of incredible size and girth, easily surpassing a large orange in mass and absolutely churned with semen.  The first inch of meat around the dense nugget was easily distortable, such that a cruel thumb or vice could dimple its flesh.  It's hardness massively increased towards the "core" of his nut, taking on a rubber like feel and similar elasticity. The durable innards of his nuts were seemingly invulnerable to blunt force, distributing weight like a perfect shock absorption device. 

His nut's tenure in his body was truly impressive, due to the constant abuse the organ received.  Tonight would be the ultimate test.

With measured precision, Scott lifted his hands from the iron weight, pinching his nipples tenderly and moaning with the sensation of nut pain.  The forty five pound weight was positioned like a blunt chisel, squishing his nut into two equal halves of meat.  

Scott closed his eyes in bliss.

His sac’s contents were aching under the metal onslaught, waves of pain emanated deep into his gut, cum boiled inside his nut, and the first pearls of precum were beginning to spill forth.

The ache felt so amazing.

Scott opened his eyes and glanced down at the distorted mass of flesh affixed brutally to the table below him. His baby maker was dimpled nearly in half, with two bulging masses of reproductive tissue squished out filling his scrotum to the brim. His nut was beet red, with white lines highlighting the intense pressure the organ was experiencing. Eyes wired to the tortured orb, Scott gripped the top of the weight with both hands and forced the weight toward the table in a jerking motion.

Splick 

His egg was crushed brutally down to a fraction of its normal size, and the violent action forced the first spurt of cum from his overstuffed sack. Droplets of cum fired upwards onto Scott's waiting face and his hands trembled to maintain the pressure deep into his baby maker. He extended his tongue tentatively, allowing a pearl of precum to dribble into his mouth. He licked his lips, noting the slight iron taste indicating that damage was being done to the internal membranes of his nut.  His mouth began salivating as he had trained himself to crave his own juices.

Maintaining pressure on the weight with his left hand, he reached down and grasped a rubber mallet with his right.  Carefully, he lined up the head of mallet to the top of iron weight, took a deep breath and slammed it down with all his might.

Clunk, Thuck

The iron weight was hammered deeper into the doomed nut, crushing internal components of the organ and sending a wave of agony through his body so intense Scott instantly began sweating profusely.  Another volley of cum fired from his stout cannon of a cock, splattering against his face and pectorals.  His tongue was fully extended, determined to capture as much of the freshly tapped sperm as possible.

Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,

The next volley of blows came rushing down onto the unyielding iron instrument at rapid speed.  With each blow, his nut rapidly plumped up and shifted under the iron, distorting rapidly as the metal weight attempted to reach the table below it.  His ball was mashed, crushed like a swollen grapefruit and began to take on a black coloration as blood vessels burst on his scrotum.   

Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, 

Scott increased the tempo, hammering with reckless abandon.

Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,

With each blow, a subsequent arc of semen was let loose from its endless basin, coating Scott's body with his own gravy and filling his waiting mouth with ever more cum.  In the mere minutes of the session, his front was already coated with a thin layer of baby batter.  Droplets landed in his chest hair like morning dew on a brisk day. Sperm speckled the whole work surface and Scott shifted his weight back to consciously place his mouth in the arc of the stream.  

Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk

Like a smith forging masterwork steel, Scott struck at iron wildly, his mind a flood of endorphins and ecstasy. The sensation of his nut pulping overwhelmed his caution as he applied more and more weight into his swings.

Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,

He wanted it to crack so bad.  He needed it to crack so bad.  

Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,

He was gibbering nonsense and emitting keening sounds, veins were popping out of his face as he fought to keep his mouth directed at the stream of batter ejected into the air.  The cum spraying up to his mouth was a creamy pink color, soon coating his throat with ruined baby batter.  It was like a single drop of dye landing in a fountain; the cum spattering out took on a deeper hue with each passing strike.

Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk,

The sight on the counter below was one of extreme brutality.  At the point of contact on his scrotum, the skin was beginning to shred against the abrasive weight; tiny trickles of blood were streaming down it's thick mass.  The herculean testes was now flattening with ease down to a quarter it's normal girth, inflating and deflating at a horrific rate.  The texture of the orb was no longer a durable rubber, but becoming more spongy as the nut's defenses were broken apart incrementally.  

The resistance was getting weaker.

Clunk.

And weaker.

Clunk, Clunk.

Veins were bulging all over Scott's body from the effort of the blows and keeping his body in position.  He squealed, tongue extended like a pig in anguish and his mental faculties barely functioning. Even his stalwart cock was beginning to droop, oozing blood. His mind was only set on one thing.

"Pop," he squealed.

Clunk.

"Burst," he breathed.

Clunk.

"Rupture," he commanded.

Clunk. Clunk.

"Please," he begged.

His will nearly giving out as the agony was becoming too much even for the seasoned pain pig.  His nut had to pop, it needed to pop, and soon. Scott mustered the final remnants of his strength, lifted the mallet skyward, and struck down with the force of Thor himself.

Clunk, squick

The blow struck the weight dead center forcing the iron deeper than ever before.  It sank through the soft outer tissue, broke the barriers of the dense middle innards, and invaded the deepest sanctums of his egg.  At the peak of his nut, directly under the weights edge, a hairline fracture formed on the membrane, spreading rapidly as the nut began to implode under the pressure. The seams of his nut split under the pressure like a cracked egg, and the yolk was now beginning to ooze.

Scott's face froze, instantly silent with eyes wide and pupils dilated. Time slowed down. A dribble of cum and saliva dripped from his agape mouth to the surface below in slow motion. He could feel his nut rupture in multiple places, one at a time. Each garnered an explosion of pain which penetrated his brain like spikes through his skull. 

His nut was no longer whole. 

It was broken. 

It was ruined.

His cock, which was long since deflated, grew to full length as each jab of pain rushed from his groin.  It was as if his manhood was determined to pass on it's genes in one final attempt. It strained away from his body, twitching as if about to burst like a roman candle.

In wordless determination, Scott raised the mallet again.

Clunk, squuuick

Fractures erupted along further sections of his nut.  Scott could almost feel the broken tubules inside diffusing into his scrotal sack. The force of the blow forced testicular innards from their incasing like a mashed overripe peach. Parts of his sack had the consistency of pulp

Clunk, splick Clunk, Splotch 

More and more parts of the nut were pulped and the weight bore down, determined to find the path of least resistance through the thick organ.  Scott's sack inflated with rapid swelling, like a macabre water balloon.

Clunk, squiick Clunk, Splotch Clunk, Squelch 

Thud

With a hollow noise, the iron weight sunk through his nut to the workbench surface without resistance.  The once proud egg was split into two nearly even halves and steadily fracturing further.  His masculinity was now floating as two independent chunks like amorphous hunks of hamburger meat in water.  

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.

Splotch  

Brandon's CBT Corner

Brandon pruned through the comments of his previous video, cock in hand, scouring for ideas for his next cam episode. 


 He was a prime male specimen; with rippling abs from years of athletic training, piercing blue eyes that captivated men and women alike, and a smile that was reminiscent of actors and models.  His skin lacked a single blemish, and his musculature was impressive for someone so young.  He was a perfect candidate for cam work. Brandon, however, maintained his fanbase due to his unique proclivity for fulfilling the desires of his more sadistic fans, namely through performing cock and ball torture acts at request further a substantive donation.  The jock was not particularly endowed, but sported massive testicles that dwarfed his modest 4 inch cock. The diameter of each was almost as large as the entirety of his penis full mast, they filled his sack like overripe kiwis, and each orb was constantly aching through Brandon’s own devices.  Their size and resilience garnered a massive audience of sadists and once per week, he created and uploaded a video showcasing his substantial masochism and desire to perform.  The following week, once the semen and sweat was wiped clean from his film studio Brandon would then read through the numerous comments praising his work and offering ideas for future episodes.


Tie your nuts against a hard surface and pound your nuts as hard as you can. Fists, weapons, ect. -Anon

Separate your balls and drop weights on them until they turn dark purple. - Anon

Staple your foreskin to a board and tenderize your shaft with a paddle until it bleeds!!! -Anon


The comments made his cock twitch, even though the pain was still present from the previous weeks session.  Brandon casually swiped at his testicles with his free hand while his cock twitched at each prospective torture idea. With each SMACK to his orbs, precum began to ooze down his shaft and hormones rushed inside his head with just the idea of the coming violence.

Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.

Band your nuts and place them in an ice bath until they are completely numb and purple.  I wanna see them die!! -Anon

Thwack, THWACK, THWACK.

Skewer your testicles shish-kabob style and burn them with a blowtorch. Cook them for me. -Anon

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK.

As the brutality of the suggestions increased, so did Brandon’s horniness.  Soon precum completely covered his shaft, with drops flying airborne from the blunt force of each strike.  The room became damp with sweat, and Brandon grunted softly with each strike.  Brandon's eyes continued to scour the page for that one idea that would elicit further views and push his masochistic potential.  He lived to please his sadistic viewers, further feeding his own masochism towards extremely violent acts.

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK,

He was not afraid of damaging his testicles to please his fans. He had bashed his nuts against a table with a mallet until the grew bloated and bruised. In a masochistic fervor, each mallet strike sunk deeper into his nut meat until a massive spurt of cum was released.  Another session he attempted to lift increasingly heavy weights with his scrotum, over stretching his spermatic cords to dangerous levels and forcing his nuts to conform to high levels of downward pressure.  After an attempt to lift a forty five pound weight plate, Brandon almost passed out and had to exit the camera space to vomit.  They were left permanently distended and hanging lower ever since.  In a further session he created a makeshift battering ram with a block of wood and cable, pounding his nuts with his legs spread vulnerably until his entire abdomen and upper body was coated in semen shaken loose from the unrelenting, testicle crushing, strikes. His nuts were so swollen and bloated he was stuck to bed rest for the entire weekend that time...


Bet your left nut against the crushing force of a vice and see how flat it can get. I want to know what a ball sounds like as it bursts. - Anon


Brandon’s eyes dilated slightly, and his cock let out a large squirt of precum, almost in positive affirmation of this cam episodes premise.  He stared down at his equipment and smiled, before grasping his scrotum a few inches above his balls and pulling them upward, then separating out his larger left testicle from it’s less weighty partner.  A large almost heart shaped bruise was still apparent of his left nut from last week's session with a 20 pound weight, a rope, and a makeshift pulley system through some ingenuity.  With his free hand, Brandon’s fingers traced the bulging orb gently, feeling every part of testicle. 


He began flicking his left testicle enthusiastically while his mind raced at the possibility of actually damaging his equipment. His excessively large testicles drew massive view counts and financed his life, but so long as he kept one...

Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, THWACK.

With sadistic precision, his nail struck every vulnerable part of his testicle and a dull ache began to grow in his lower abdomen.  He then took his thumb and pressed it into the mass of flesh eliciting a jolt of pain like lightning and a further release of precum.  He imagined an unyielding piece of metal surging further into his nut meat and quivered with excitement.


His interest of genitorture bloomed had into a fetish in his teens with the discovery that his testicles were especially sensitive and that even the slightest distortion caused them to radiate with pain.  He also discovered that his dick would spring to life on its own through nut pain, sparking a lifetime pursuit of ballbusting pleasure.  With the slightest bit of pressure, Brandon’s testicles would distort and ripples of pain would radiate through his body.  They were especially malleable, and Brandon would sink his fingers deep into their membranes almost daily to keep them in top form.  The rush of endorphins caused his cock to engorge and with enough pressure his cock would release a load of tortured sperm hands-free, a favorite of his fans to observe.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK

In a lustful, contemplative haze, Brandon transitioned from light flicks to closed fist punching, causing the poor organ to bloat and turn bright red from the repeated blunt force trauma.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

His fists rained down unto his trapped ball with brutal accuracy. With each strike waves of force traveled through his bloating gonad, warping the membrane as the force had nowhere to transfer to except further into his nut meat.  The muscled jock hammered his nut with reckless abandon, letting his body relish in the incredible agony of nut pain.  On the off chance his nut didn’t survive the encounter Brandon wanted to experience the anguish that it could cause at least one more time.

THUD.  *squick*

His fist pounded deep into his left testicle with such force that a gasp escaped Brandon’s lips.  He felt time dilate as the testicle meat oozed between his knuckles.  The testicle absorbed the destructive strike and crumpled to a fraction of it’s typical massive stature.  It flattened like a pancake.  Brandon could almost hear tubles breaking in the inner mechanism of his testis from the blunt force and his nervous system began firing rapidly as his body attempted to warn him of impending damage, desperate to stop him from further damage.


With a gasp, Brandon removed both hands from his manhood and fell back into his leather desk chair, covered in sweat and with a substantial pool of pre-ejaculate coating his thighs.  His nuts fell flatly against the seat with a splat, and slowly, his damaged nut began to re-inflate to its previous size.  The heart shaped bruise was no longer determinable as the bruising now extended further across the entire mass of flesh.  Brandon panted heavily and gripped the chair arms, eyes locked on the warped organ bloating from the vicious treatment, soon expanding to dwarf his partner due to swelling.  His scrotal skin was bruised and marked from the impact of his knuckles and the pain was at such a level that most men would faint, but Brandon’s cock still remained at full mast, dribbling gobs of noticeably less white semen.


A quick examination of his testicle proved it was still intact, although Brandon mused on how long that would be the case as he moved to shower and prep the studio.  He needed to produce and edit the video before the end of the weekend, requiring a multitude of hours of work.  After a hot shower and carefully shaving every hair off of his extremely tender left nut, and the remainder of his body for good measure, he set began to set up his camera and lighting.


As his weekly camming funded his lavish lifestyle, Brandon had spent a significant sum towards production quality of his weekly play sessions.  Brandon prided himself on his professional level of production, with two HD cameras and a multitude of lights to highlight his assets.  Brandon positioned one camera at groin level, allowing viewers to watch the damage occur of the micro level and also a positioned a second camera that encompassed his entire upper body.  This way, his viewers could experience the exquisite facial expressions and involuntary drooling that came along with nut pain.  He also positioned a microphone in close proximity of the strike zone; he mused that since a vice would be less noisy compared to other sessions, the sounds of his testicle crushing and pulping could be highlighted.  Brandon then lathered his body with oil and positioned the stage lights such that his body glistened and every muscle group was highlighted.  The view from the screen was that of an adonis.


Brandon had built a table out of planks that allowed him to position his manhood against a hard surface.  One of his previous queries was to smash his nuts with a baseball bat against a unyielding surface to maximize damage and his craftsmanship allowed the session to be performed solo.  The blood strains that had previously graced the tabletop had been washed clean and it was perfect base for a brutal, membrane crushing, CBT session.  Brandon figured be able to orient his testicle on the hardwood and crush it with a clamp, while also using the edges of the table to brace himself as the pain levels increased.  Brandon then, cupped his scrotum and pulled his swollen leftie to the bottom of the sack while forcing his uninjured right nut up against his abdomen.  He took a thin rope and began wrapping his testicle and extra scrotal skin until his nut was immobile and also distended far enough that it would be easy to fit a vice around the massive thing.


With the cameras and staging primed, Brandon let his swollen testicle drop on the table.  It landed with a wet slap and sat perched, plump, and extremely vulnerable while he positioned the jaws of a clamp against the bottom the table and faced the blunt end towards the center of the enlarged organ.  The flat head of the clamp was an inch in diameter and lightly rested above the doomed testicle. The ball itself was swollen to over three inches and quietly awaited its demise.  It was show time.


Brandon was already breathing heavily at the prospect of forcing the clamp to the very core of his testicle.  Sweat ran cold and profusely as the jock steadied his hands toward the handle of the screw.  His cock glistened and pulsed as his blood pressure raised further in anticipation towards the grisly end of his sex life.  He took a deep breath and twisted the handle on the screw a full rotation.


The first turn dimpled the flesh of his testicle.  This slight distortion caused small rush of pain from the already battered ball, but by the fourth turn Brandon’s testicle was beginning to deflate from the pressure.  The cruel metal screw was forced deeper into the confines of his testicle, causing the orange sized, swollen organ to bulge awkwardly.


“Ooooh!!” Brandon exclaimed, unintentionally as a fifth turn brought a surge of agony.


His eyes met the camera as he imagined his many viewers getting there rocks off to the macabre scene.  His nut was dying.  The previously purple organ was turning black from broken blood vessels in his scrotal skin.  The jaw of the clamp was bearing down into the deeper membranes of his ball and it was apparent that further exploration might result in permanent results.  Sweat glistened on his abs and the typically stoic masochist was gibbering quietly in an attempt to lower the ambient noise and let the microphone pick up the sounds of crushing his testicle.  Despite the inhuman level of pain and haze of masochistic lust, Brandon wanted to please his viewers fantasy and have every gruesome sound recorded.


His white knuckles turned the screw another full rotation.  The testicle bloated out like a fleshy pancake within the jaw, crushed to a fourth of it’s typical size.  Brandon gritted his teeth, releasing a keening cry as the organ was flattened to a precarious level.  The muscular jock was shaking violently and spittle was flying from his perfect lips.  His eyes bulged staring directly at the camera with a look of indescribable agony.  Further crushing seemed impossible, but after a brief impasse his hand rotated the screw again, and then again.


His testicle was so massive, the screw was no longer visible as it’s blunt end explored deeper. The microphone began picking up faint cricking sounds as the metal began to rupture the innards of his testicle.   The pain was so extreme that Brandon was forced stop flattening his nut and grip the sides of the table to brace himself.  He tried desperately to not pass out.  Bile began building in Brandon’s throat from pain induced nausea; fortunately he was knowledgeable enough in CBT play to fast before each play session.  The vascularity of his shredded body was highlighted as every muscle in his body flexed in response to the sensation of testicular destruction.  His vision was clouding, but fixated on either the camera or the engorged testis expiring on the table below him at all times.


Despite the current situation, his modest penis was so erect it hurt. The veins traveling the length of his shaft were pulsing with each turn of the clamp and his cock head spewed forth a seemingly endless supply of precum.  It oozed down onto the table in small globules, and the hue of red with them was increasing with each subsequent turn.  As the blunt metal began irreversible damage to the organ, waves of pleasure and agony overloaded his body causing his cock to quivver excitedly to the inevitable rupture.


Brandon looked down at his now solid black testicle and prepared for the finishing touch.  He took a deep breath, wiped the drool from his mouth, then rapidly turned the screw to complete the deed.

Sqourch

His testicle burst within his sack and began bulging dramatically as the innards started to unwind.  The sound was no dramatic CRUNCH or SPLOTCH, but a muted sound signifying the destruction of a man's greatest pride and vulnerability.  The metal split the testicle, fracturing the membrane and allowing the precious cargo within to spill within his sack.  Brandon’s hands continued to turn the screw, no longer able to process the predicament and guided by the single thought of finishing off the sex organ.

Squick. Sqourch. Criick. Splick.

The nut fractured in half as the damaged increased.  The once whole nut began elicit quiet sounds as the clamp continued to crush the remaining still whole parts of his testicle into pulp. The microphone picked up these frequencies of testicle components forcefully destroyed beyond repair.  Still Brandon’s hands twisted the screw deeper.

Splat. Splat. Splat. SPLAT. SPLAT.

Without any prompting, ropes of thick semen burst forth from his cock head with such force and volume they first coated Brandon’s chest, before reaching higher heights on his anguished face.  He had always had massive loads to couple with his titanic testis, often edging for hours each day to reserve enough ammo for an impressive show.  This load was unlike any other of his life, with spurts of semen continuously firing with no foreseeable end.  After the fourth volley of cum, the liquid released was dark red with blood as his quickly expiring nut sought to release every last drop of sperm despite its broken and rapidly dissolving substantive form.


Eventually, the semen began to subside and cock wilted as the anguising pain took over the entirety Brandon’s brain.  The jock’s eyes pierced the camera, his impressive musculature coated in pink-ish semen, and  a gruesome, bulging mass of former testicle flesh rested plaintively on the table. The former massive sex organ, a true testament to male virility, was reduced to a chunky pulp. Despite the grisly scene, Brandon’s lips remained curled in a smile as his fantasy was finally fulfilled.