Busting Adam's Apples
Original story by Just A Guy
Dennis Mallory took several moments to process what he had just been
told -- you're fired. The words resonated with an acute sting, almost
like he had just been diagnosed with a hideous disease.
But why me? he was able to compose himself enough to ask Adam, the
night shift manager at Super Burger.
Adam, his expression still locked in the shit-face grin he had when
he had given Dennis the news, only answered Well...
Adam listed a laundry list of issues he had with his middle aged
worker
Dennis offered counter points to every grievance and this went on for
nearly a heated minute.
...You're slow in the kitchen, and let's face it you think you're
better than everyone else.
Dennis got quiet. That last bit had a little too much truth to it to
be contested with a straight face. Adam smiled with smug
satisfaction. It had been a precipitous three year fall from grace
for 36 year old Dennis. The ink on his MBA had barely dried when he
found himself promoted to a regional loan manager for Bank of the
MidWest which was sold to Bank of Earth City which collapsed in the
mortgage crisis and was sold off in pieces to Infinity Bank Holding.
At first, Dennis was able to breeze through all the transitions with
only cosmetic changes to his title and virtually no cut in his pay.
But at a fateful Christmas party the CEO of Infinity Bank delivered a
taped message to everyone gathered in their $1200 suits that said
curtly: Thank you for your service during these troubled times.
Please consider this your notice that, effective immediately, your
services are no longer required.
It didn't take long for Dennis' lack of savings and extravagant
spending during the 'good' times to catch up to him. First went the
apartment with its sweeping city views, then the sports car. His gym
membership couldn't be renewed, his personal trainer and chef weren't
paid and soon his twelve pack abs decayed into a six pack, then just
hardly noticeable -- but he was hardly flabby. Job offers were
scarce and his business network consisted mostly of people who were
laid off themselves or were barely clinging to a job.
And now here he was three years later and he had been reduced to
working evenings at the Super Burger fast food restaurant. His
day 'job' was knocking on doors downtown, trying to get his foot in
anywhere he could, and using the library computers to write resumes
and research jobs. Despite it, Dennis couldn't help but let the
occasional 'better than you' attitude creep into his interactions
with the other (almost all of them younger) workers, especially
Adam. Adam was the night shift manager, a stocky 20-something with
only a highs cool education who seemed to take special delight in
bossing around the over-educated Dennis. Now, it seemed, when Super
Burger was feeling the pinch and the store manager had asked each
shift manager to pick one person they could 'do without', Adam --
without hesitation -- picked Dennis.
Dennis turned to leave the tiny office and headed into the kitchen.
Not wanting Adam to get the best of him, he agreed that he would
finish up the rest of his shift that ended at ten. The restaurant
was particularly sparse that night, so the crew spent a lot of time
chatting and goofing off. Per usual, Adam went into great detail
about how he was going to 'have fun with his latest girlfriend of
the week. Through Adam's boasting, Dennis didnt even catch a name,
just that Adam was planning on having her over that night for pizza,
a movie and 'a whole lot of big, big fun, Adam placed a large wooden
spook in front of his slightly bulged crotch and proceeded to stroke
the handle as he said this, a few of the other male employees
gathered and hooted in approval of Adam's planned conquest. Dennis
sliced tomatoes at a nearby work station -- making it obvious he
didnt' want to be a part of the group -- as he watched Adam
masturbating by proxy. Adam was a hulking young man, just shy of six
feet tall with broad shoulders and a broad chest. He was built like
a line backer, beefy but not particular muscular. Large but not fat,
he had a boyishly handsome face which was topped off with a mess of
jet black hair he attempted to keep 'neatly' trimmed in a bowl cut.
Dennis eyed him with rage as he his mind roiled in how to exact
revenge on the cocky Adam who had totally finished Dennis' years long
fall from grace. In his absentmindedness, Dennis had gotten too
heavy handed with some of the tomatoes turning them into tomato goo
instead of slices... his eyes darted from the table to Adam. From the
table to Adam's heavy thighs. From the table to the slight bulge in
Adam's pants. Then Dennis had an idea. He put down the knife and
joined the group, making some lame joke about how 'if it was the last
night for him, he might as well have fun' and proceeded to chat up
Adam, being sure to take careful mental note of everything concerning
Adam's evening plans...
---
Closing time couldn't have come soon enough. The lack of customers
meant that the restaurant was able to be shut down fairly quickly.
Dennis left early, standing across the street in an empty parking
lot, trying to blend in with the shadows. As he planned, by the time
eleven rolled around everyone had left except Adam who was still
cleaning the kitchen that Dennis had left a mess in a final act of
defiance. By 11:30, Dennis felt his heart quicken as the enormous
yellow smiley face sign of the restaurant went out... Adam was
closing up shop. A few minutes later the dining room lights went out
and through the silent night Dennis heard a jangling of keys as Adam
locked the doors behind him and started walking away. Dennis knew
Adam must have lived nearby, since he never drove a car and usually
left after the buses stopped running, so he followed an inconspicuous
distance behind. The trek lasted through several darkened blocks
until Adam disappeared into the doors of his apartment building.
Dennis waited a few moments, and then gave the doors a tug and, as
expected, they were locked. He pulled out his phone and pretended to
be having a conversation across the street to avoid suspicion of
anyone who might see him standing outside. It did not take long for
a little white car with a rumbling engine to pull up and a blonde
pizza boy hop out.
Excuse me, is that pizza for Walker? Adam Walker?
The boy checked the ticket Yes...
Oh, how funny! I'm a friend of his and it might be funny if I
pretended to be the pizza guy... Dennis slipped two fifty dollar
bills into the teenager's hands and with a wink, took the pizza. The
boy smiled, shrugged and went to get into his car, when Dennis coolly
grabbed his cap with a pizza slice embroidered onto it.
The boy looked confused, but realizing he had just pocketed a one-
hundred dollar tip, shrugged off the lost hat, smiled and got into
his car.
Dennis waited a moment as the car disappeared. He looked down at the
slip, noted the apartment number and rang the buzzer. There was
click and the glass door was unlocked. Dennis darted inside and made
his way to unit 6-I. He took the stairs, hoping the trip to the sixth
floor would help calm down his now pounding heart, but it didn't.
When he arrived at the door of 6I he knocked tilting his head down
slightly so that only the pizza logo on the hat would be visible
through the peep hole. The door opened and, as Dennis had hoped, a
petite young woman stood in the doorway purse in hand.
That'll be um... Dennis stammered, then -- before the women knew
what was happening -- he proceeded to ram the hand he was holding the
pizza box in into her face. She only managed to get out a small yelp
before the box smashed into her face, followed quickly by Dennis's
fist. She fell to the floor in a slump. That was easier than he
had anticipated... He knelt down to check on her and she was still
breathing soundly. Good, he thought. He didnt want to add murder
to the list of chargers he knew he was about to rack up...
Hey Babe! What's the hold up? Dennis heard Adam calling from the
other room in a half-joking, half-demanding tone. And this was the
part of the plan Dennis had been dreading. He stepped over the girl
friends body and reached for a heavy floor lamp. He unplugged it
quietly and made his way into the room where Adam was.
What the... Adam barely got out before the business end of a
halogen torchierre collided with his head.
Dennis watched as Adam staggered backward falling to one knee in a
mix of confusion and pain. Not wanting the larger man to get any
kind of advantage, Dennis proceeded to wail on Adam with the lamp
until is heavy metal conical shade was badly deformed. On one of the
blows, the lamp bent uselessly in half. Dennis looked around
frantically for any kind of weapon and found a vase which he broke
over the struggling Adam's head. Adam bloodied and dizzy, lunched
for Dennis with surprising agility, but Dennis easily side stepped
him. Adam's full weight barreled head first into a large flat panel
TV which toppled with a crash. Adam fell on his stomach, sprawled
spread eagle in top of the now destroyed TV. His ribs were bruised as
he had come crashing through the shelves of the TV stand. Dennis
stood over him for a moment, enjoying the scene as Adam groaned in
pain. He then cocked his foot back, took careful aim and sent his
steel-toed boot sailing between Adam's legs. He felt his foot sink
into Adams' nuts and was about to strike again when Adam, in terror,
flipped over and attempted to stand up. A shard of the broken plasma
glass caught his leg and, while the cut was superficial was just
enough of a distraction for the opening that Dennis needed to send
his foot into Adam's now totally exposed crotch. He stomped several
times sending Adam into a world of panic and hurt. Dennis gleamed
nearly hysterical as he felt Adam's balls flattening under the
merciless assault.
Please, please Adam was able to get up between bouts of
screams...then Dennis gave Adam a sound kick to the side of his
head. Adam felt extremely cold all over and then extremely warm and
flushed... and then the lights went out.
--
Waley, wakey Adam,
Adam slowly came to. His living room was a shambles. His new flat
panel and TV stand lay in ruins. The couch had been overturned in
the struggle. Lamps and knick knacks, many Dennis had turned into
weapons lay in pieces. Pictures had fallen from the wall. Despite
his size, Adam had never been in any kind of physical fight, so was
woefully underprepared for the savagery of Dennis' attack. The fact
that Dennis' muscles were toned and conditioned, and Adam -- though
large -- was mostly a bumbling mass, didn't help either.
It took Adam a bit to figure out what had happened. He had been out,
for how long he couldn't say, and was now tied to a dining room chair
against the wall so he couldnt fall backward. His hands were tied
behind his back with what felt like stereo cords and his ankles were
tied to the back legs of the chair, leaving his legs spread wide open
and making it impossible to close more than a tiny bit. His pants
had been removed, leaving his heavy reddened testicles lying on the
seat between his legs. Across the room Miranda, the girl Dennis had
knocked out earlier was tied in a similar manner, facing Adam nearly
head one. Only her legs weren't spread and she had kept all her
clothes. She was stirring but was gagged making her attempts to
scream futile.
Ah Adam, I see you joined the party. Denis said mockingly emerging
from the kitchen.
Miranda! Miranda are you okay? Adam called out, ignoring his former
Super Bruger worker.
Dennis was taken aback at the level of selfless concern in Adam's
voice, but no matter the plan was already in motion.
I wanted to make sure your girlfriend was here to see your cocky ego
get knocked down a peg.. Dennis eyed Adams left nut.
Adam realized where Dennis was staring as he held a large wooden
spoon from the kitchen. His eyes bulged in terror and he let out a
guttural scream for mercy that was a mix between the word 'DON'T and
a primal shriek.
Oh, we can't have that, Dennis said coolly as he rammed a sock so
far into Adam's mouth the hunky manager was afraid he would be
chocked to death. Dennis wrapped several pieces of tape to over
Adam's mouth to hold he sock in place, effectively silencing the
young man.
Dennis stood in front of Adam, holding the spoon firmly in his hand,
and looked down. Adam's chest has heaving heavily and Adam tried
desperately to lock eyes with Dennis, hoping that his pleading looks
might help... Each nut was slightly smaller than an egg and they
were particularly elongated, handing loose in his sack. Dennis was
sure that Adam would be 'hung like a horse' if his balls were allowed
to swing freely, but resting on the chair they were two plump
targets -- the center of Adam's cocky self worth and manhood.
With little ceremony, Dennis brought the large wooden head of the
spoon down onto Adam's left egg. Adam's eyes bugged out and watered
but the gag let nearly no sound come out. The heavy chair, ironically
held down by Adams' own weight, resisted any attempts to rock or tip
over and the wall stopped it from tipping back. Adam was trapped and
he knew it. Over and over the spoon crashed down. Left, right, left,
right. Trapped against the chair, Adam's genitals had no place to
hide and the chair's firm surface resisted any deformation -- his
balls might as well been resting on a wooden block. The full force of
each blow was transferred directly into the stricken balls.
Adam could feel himself wanting to vomit as he looked down in horror
as his quickly swelling and reddening sack. Dennis was silent,
directing all his attention to the task at hand until CRACK! After
nearly ten minutes of pounding the spoon snapped a the handle,
sending shards everywhere. Adam thought this would by him some
reprieve. He was wrong.
Dennis sensed Adam's relief and -- finding it yet another sign of the
cocky kids 'I'm better than anything'' attitude -- became enraged.
He dropped to his knees so that he was face level with Adam's now
hugely swollen scrotum and grabbed a nut in each hand. He locked eyes
with the panicked former manager as he kneaded and squeezed Adam's
apples.
Dennis relished the feeling of feeling the squishy orbs as they
deformed and flattened in his hands. The sack was badly swollen and
turning from red to nearly purple but the orbs seemed to be at a
point where they were going to resist any further deformation. Try as
he might Dennis' fist, while digging painfully into the bulging
balls, wasn't able to make them yield any more of their shape. Adam
writhed and screamed, his eyes bulged and sweat ran in beads off his
forehead. The pits of his T-shirt were drenched with sweat and his
breathing had become fast and erratic. His black hair was matted to
his forehead and his head was thrashing back and forth so violently
Dennis was afraid he might break his own neck... but he kept
squeezing.
Damn it! Dennis shouted. Although they were starting to lose some
of their firmness, Adam's gonads were proving harder to 'pop' than
internet stories had lead Dennis to believe they would be. They,
like their arrogant owner, probably thought they were invincible.
Dennis stood up and looked down into Adam's lap. His balls had
swollen to be larger than a grade-A egg each. The sack was tight with
swollen tissue and blood. This penis, only a few inches flaccid, was
bruised and hung lazily to the size. It was incredibly thick, even
when soft, so it hadn't been able to escape the bulk of the blows.
Adam looked up with pleading, crying eyes. His screaming had
returned to muffled pleas for mercy. He knew his balls couldn't take
much more of this and seeing how Dennis had already used a pizza, a
lamp and a spoon as near-deadly weapons he knew it wouldn't take
Dennis long to turn some everyday object into the tools of his
manhood's destruction....
Oh yes, werent' you going to take your little bitch up to the roof
to light some fireworks. Dennis said, he took several steps back to
be standing near Miranda, who was frantically crying.
Oh yeah. That's right. He calls you his little bitch. His stupid
whore. he said grabbing Miranda by the hair, kneeling to talk with
her face to face.
He took his hand back and slapped her hard with the back of his hand
across the face. She screamed through her gag as she saw him
readying for another blow... then he paused. He had no qualms with
her. He just wanted to be sure she had front row seat when the meat
dangling between her boyfriends legs - his most virile testament to
being a man, the objects that gave him the 'right' to call her
his 'little whore' -- were turned to meat sauce.
Dennis turned to see that Adam had become much more hysterical.
Dennis got an evil glint in his eye as he drew his fist back and
again struck Miranda in the side of the head. She seemed to black
out slightly. He drew his hand back again...
Mmph! Nmmph! Nmmp! Phmmp! Adam tried to call out. The flow of
tears streaming from his eyes picked up. No amount of ball pain (not
to mention the numerous colorful ways he had used to tell Adam that
his nuts were not going to survive the night) had elicited such a
strong reaction from Adam as seeing his 'little slut' get beaten.
You want me to stop?
Adam shook his head 'yes' violently and closed his eyes.
Dennis stepped away from a now dazed Miranda, past Adam -- who he
gave a swift stomping kick to the nuts to -- and out of the room.
Dennis was gone for several minutes and Adam could hear that his
apartment was being ransacked. Adam tried to get loose from this
chair but couldn't. Dennis returned holding a plastic bag and a
souvenir baseball bat that had been hanging up in a glass shadow box
in Adam's room.
Adam looked in terror and knew that in mere moments the 1932
autographed maple bat was going to be used for a different kind of
baseball.
Batter up! Dennis shouted with maniacal glee as the bat sailed
through the air with an audible whoosh.
Adam watched in what seemed to be slow-motion as the bat came
crashing down onto his bloated ball bag. The initial impact was
sickening and Adam felt himself gagging on puke. He quickly
swallowed back down, lest he choke to death, and could feel in
agonizing detail as his nuts flattened. The bat was raised and
slammed down again... and this time the bat sunk into his ball meat
slightly further than before. The bat was raised again.. .slam. The
time between blows just wasn't enough for his battered swollen apples
to recover from and he knew it. With each blow the bat sank further
into the mount of manhood. Adam knew that the delicate -- yet
resilient -- membranes and structures of his testicles weren't going
to be able to resist the inevitable much longer.
His chest heaved and he struggled futilely as the bat came down a
final time. His left nut was at its absolute limit. The bat sank so
far into Adam's sack that the whole thing was compressed to less than
an inch thick. This was it. Dennis knew it. Adam knew it. Adams'
balls had taken so much abuse that they were starting to lose their
ability to stay 'round'.
Dennis locked eyes with Adaan, enjoying the look of absolute fear,
and let the bat sail. Once. Twice... Five times. Dennis tossed the
bat aside and knelt down. Adams nuts, once swollen round orbs, were
considerably flatter looking. An examination with his hands,
squeezing and tugging, however, revealed that the nuts
hadn't 'popped' like he expected. By this point, Dennis thoroughly
expected that the only thing left of Adam's balls by this point would
be a chunky, lumpy mass in his sack (or oozing out of his sack as
Dennis had wanted). But while the core tissues of his balls had
clearly been deformed, they were still solid orbs in his sack. No
way, Dennis thought. No way, he was going to let this little prick
walk way with anything resembling a pair of nuts between his legs.
Oh forget this! Dennis screamed in hysterics pounding his fist
down like a hammer onto Adam's left nut several times. On the last
time Dennis was sure he felt that ball 'give out'. It was definitely
no longer 'firm' like the other. Another five full force pounds
confirmed his theory. Adams huge left nut had finally burst in the
sack. With half of Adam's manhood ruined, Dennis decided to make
quick work of the other half.
Adam had passed out when his left testicle had ruptured, but was
awakened by a hard slap to the face and a whiff of smelling salts
Dennis had fished out of the medicine cabinet.
Oh no you don't! I found your little rooftop entertainment
package. Dennis said to a clearly groggy Adam.
From across the room Miranda shrieked so loudly it was almost
discernable through her gags. Adam looked down in time to see what
she was screaming at. Dennis had found the bag of fireworks that him
and Miranda were going to set off from the roof that night and had
pulled some kind of device out of the bag. Adam couldn't tell what
it was; just that it was somewhat flat, about the size of a deck of
cards and felt fairly dense... He could feel this because -- to his
horror -- his nearly ruined nut sack was resting on top of the
firework; the fuse was the only thing visible poking between his
legs. Dennis had taken care to position Adam's thoroughly battered
cook so that it lay on top of this balls instead of to the side -- he
didn't want Adam's 'little friend' to miss out on the show.
Adam's sack, bloated and swollen and now blue-black rested on top of
the firework, the left side of the sack flattened and mushy, almost
seemed to form around the shape of the firework like putty.
Here we go, asshole! Dennis mocked lighting the fuse. Adam tried
desperately to shake the chair, trying to dislodge the bomb. But his
beaten nuts were now so heavy, so dense, and such utterly dead weight
that they held the bomb tightly in place.
Dennis took a few steps back as he watched the show. He made sure
that he was slightly to the side so that Miranda could have a front
row seat to the gruesome end of Adam's tools. Adam moaned and
pleaded and writhed and his chest heaved but Dennis wasn't going to
save him. The fuse disappeared slowly under Adam's balls... just
seconds to go.
OH SHIT! Adam thought, staring straight down into his lap as the
fuse reached the bomb...
BOOM!
Adam's face was plastered with blood, and bits of ball flesh as the
bomb exploded outward and upward. Adam was in such shock and
disbelief that his face and head were frozen in terror. An oozy
substance, likely what was left of his left testicles was dripping
down his face. This cock head had been thrown upward, landing
briefly on the top of Adam's head before rolling to the floor.
Adams' shirt was covered in the remains of his once proud manhood.
The explosion had liquefied Adam's testicles. His cock was blown
into meaty chunks. Bits of the scrotum flew through the air. In a
colorful explosion of firework sparks, the gooey 'nuts', skin flakes
and chunks of penis exploded all about. Dennis couldn't help but get
rock hard as he felt globs of the gooey substance that was once
Adams' large swinging nuts splatter all over him. Specks even hit
his face. How do ya' like that, Dennis thought, this young kid
thought he was so fucking invincible and superior because of his
hulking statures and powerful manhood -- and now that manhood was
literally dripping off his face. There was nothing resembling the
once beefy balls between Adam's legs....
Dennis ran to the kitchen, not even noticing Adam as he convulsed and
lost consciousness and grabbed a knife. Wielding it, he ran back to
Miranda who was sure her throat would be slit. Instead he cut her
loose and threw the phone at her.
Get him help Dennis instructed as he darted out of the apartment.
He would prefer that Adam survive this ordeal so that he would have
to go through the rest of his life ball and cockless, reliving the
horrible image of watching his manhood explode into gore over and
over. However, if Adam did happen to die... at that point he simply
didn't care. He turned back once more to see a frantic Miranda
applying pressure to stop the bleeding with one hand while holding
the phone with the other, and disappeared down the hall.
told -- you're fired. The words resonated with an acute sting, almost
like he had just been diagnosed with a hideous disease.
But why me? he was able to compose himself enough to ask Adam, the
night shift manager at Super Burger.
Adam, his expression still locked in the shit-face grin he had when
he had given Dennis the news, only answered Well...
Adam listed a laundry list of issues he had with his middle aged
worker
Dennis offered counter points to every grievance and this went on for
nearly a heated minute.
...You're slow in the kitchen, and let's face it you think you're
better than everyone else.
Dennis got quiet. That last bit had a little too much truth to it to
be contested with a straight face. Adam smiled with smug
satisfaction. It had been a precipitous three year fall from grace
for 36 year old Dennis. The ink on his MBA had barely dried when he
found himself promoted to a regional loan manager for Bank of the
MidWest which was sold to Bank of Earth City which collapsed in the
mortgage crisis and was sold off in pieces to Infinity Bank Holding.
At first, Dennis was able to breeze through all the transitions with
only cosmetic changes to his title and virtually no cut in his pay.
But at a fateful Christmas party the CEO of Infinity Bank delivered a
taped message to everyone gathered in their $1200 suits that said
curtly: Thank you for your service during these troubled times.
Please consider this your notice that, effective immediately, your
services are no longer required.
It didn't take long for Dennis' lack of savings and extravagant
spending during the 'good' times to catch up to him. First went the
apartment with its sweeping city views, then the sports car. His gym
membership couldn't be renewed, his personal trainer and chef weren't
paid and soon his twelve pack abs decayed into a six pack, then just
hardly noticeable -- but he was hardly flabby. Job offers were
scarce and his business network consisted mostly of people who were
laid off themselves or were barely clinging to a job.
And now here he was three years later and he had been reduced to
working evenings at the Super Burger fast food restaurant. His
day 'job' was knocking on doors downtown, trying to get his foot in
anywhere he could, and using the library computers to write resumes
and research jobs. Despite it, Dennis couldn't help but let the
occasional 'better than you' attitude creep into his interactions
with the other (almost all of them younger) workers, especially
Adam. Adam was the night shift manager, a stocky 20-something with
only a highs cool education who seemed to take special delight in
bossing around the over-educated Dennis. Now, it seemed, when Super
Burger was feeling the pinch and the store manager had asked each
shift manager to pick one person they could 'do without', Adam --
without hesitation -- picked Dennis.
Dennis turned to leave the tiny office and headed into the kitchen.
Not wanting Adam to get the best of him, he agreed that he would
finish up the rest of his shift that ended at ten. The restaurant
was particularly sparse that night, so the crew spent a lot of time
chatting and goofing off. Per usual, Adam went into great detail
about how he was going to 'have fun with his latest girlfriend of
the week. Through Adam's boasting, Dennis didnt even catch a name,
just that Adam was planning on having her over that night for pizza,
a movie and 'a whole lot of big, big fun, Adam placed a large wooden
spook in front of his slightly bulged crotch and proceeded to stroke
the handle as he said this, a few of the other male employees
gathered and hooted in approval of Adam's planned conquest. Dennis
sliced tomatoes at a nearby work station -- making it obvious he
didnt' want to be a part of the group -- as he watched Adam
masturbating by proxy. Adam was a hulking young man, just shy of six
feet tall with broad shoulders and a broad chest. He was built like
a line backer, beefy but not particular muscular. Large but not fat,
he had a boyishly handsome face which was topped off with a mess of
jet black hair he attempted to keep 'neatly' trimmed in a bowl cut.
Dennis eyed him with rage as he his mind roiled in how to exact
revenge on the cocky Adam who had totally finished Dennis' years long
fall from grace. In his absentmindedness, Dennis had gotten too
heavy handed with some of the tomatoes turning them into tomato goo
instead of slices... his eyes darted from the table to Adam. From the
table to Adam's heavy thighs. From the table to the slight bulge in
Adam's pants. Then Dennis had an idea. He put down the knife and
joined the group, making some lame joke about how 'if it was the last
night for him, he might as well have fun' and proceeded to chat up
Adam, being sure to take careful mental note of everything concerning
Adam's evening plans...
---
Closing time couldn't have come soon enough. The lack of customers
meant that the restaurant was able to be shut down fairly quickly.
Dennis left early, standing across the street in an empty parking
lot, trying to blend in with the shadows. As he planned, by the time
eleven rolled around everyone had left except Adam who was still
cleaning the kitchen that Dennis had left a mess in a final act of
defiance. By 11:30, Dennis felt his heart quicken as the enormous
yellow smiley face sign of the restaurant went out... Adam was
closing up shop. A few minutes later the dining room lights went out
and through the silent night Dennis heard a jangling of keys as Adam
locked the doors behind him and started walking away. Dennis knew
Adam must have lived nearby, since he never drove a car and usually
left after the buses stopped running, so he followed an inconspicuous
distance behind. The trek lasted through several darkened blocks
until Adam disappeared into the doors of his apartment building.
Dennis waited a few moments, and then gave the doors a tug and, as
expected, they were locked. He pulled out his phone and pretended to
be having a conversation across the street to avoid suspicion of
anyone who might see him standing outside. It did not take long for
a little white car with a rumbling engine to pull up and a blonde
pizza boy hop out.
Excuse me, is that pizza for Walker? Adam Walker?
The boy checked the ticket Yes...
Oh, how funny! I'm a friend of his and it might be funny if I
pretended to be the pizza guy... Dennis slipped two fifty dollar
bills into the teenager's hands and with a wink, took the pizza. The
boy smiled, shrugged and went to get into his car, when Dennis coolly
grabbed his cap with a pizza slice embroidered onto it.
The boy looked confused, but realizing he had just pocketed a one-
hundred dollar tip, shrugged off the lost hat, smiled and got into
his car.
Dennis waited a moment as the car disappeared. He looked down at the
slip, noted the apartment number and rang the buzzer. There was
click and the glass door was unlocked. Dennis darted inside and made
his way to unit 6-I. He took the stairs, hoping the trip to the sixth
floor would help calm down his now pounding heart, but it didn't.
When he arrived at the door of 6I he knocked tilting his head down
slightly so that only the pizza logo on the hat would be visible
through the peep hole. The door opened and, as Dennis had hoped, a
petite young woman stood in the doorway purse in hand.
That'll be um... Dennis stammered, then -- before the women knew
what was happening -- he proceeded to ram the hand he was holding the
pizza box in into her face. She only managed to get out a small yelp
before the box smashed into her face, followed quickly by Dennis's
fist. She fell to the floor in a slump. That was easier than he
had anticipated... He knelt down to check on her and she was still
breathing soundly. Good, he thought. He didnt want to add murder
to the list of chargers he knew he was about to rack up...
Hey Babe! What's the hold up? Dennis heard Adam calling from the
other room in a half-joking, half-demanding tone. And this was the
part of the plan Dennis had been dreading. He stepped over the girl
friends body and reached for a heavy floor lamp. He unplugged it
quietly and made his way into the room where Adam was.
What the... Adam barely got out before the business end of a
halogen torchierre collided with his head.
Dennis watched as Adam staggered backward falling to one knee in a
mix of confusion and pain. Not wanting the larger man to get any
kind of advantage, Dennis proceeded to wail on Adam with the lamp
until is heavy metal conical shade was badly deformed. On one of the
blows, the lamp bent uselessly in half. Dennis looked around
frantically for any kind of weapon and found a vase which he broke
over the struggling Adam's head. Adam bloodied and dizzy, lunched
for Dennis with surprising agility, but Dennis easily side stepped
him. Adam's full weight barreled head first into a large flat panel
TV which toppled with a crash. Adam fell on his stomach, sprawled
spread eagle in top of the now destroyed TV. His ribs were bruised as
he had come crashing through the shelves of the TV stand. Dennis
stood over him for a moment, enjoying the scene as Adam groaned in
pain. He then cocked his foot back, took careful aim and sent his
steel-toed boot sailing between Adam's legs. He felt his foot sink
into Adams' nuts and was about to strike again when Adam, in terror,
flipped over and attempted to stand up. A shard of the broken plasma
glass caught his leg and, while the cut was superficial was just
enough of a distraction for the opening that Dennis needed to send
his foot into Adam's now totally exposed crotch. He stomped several
times sending Adam into a world of panic and hurt. Dennis gleamed
nearly hysterical as he felt Adam's balls flattening under the
merciless assault.
Please, please Adam was able to get up between bouts of
screams...then Dennis gave Adam a sound kick to the side of his
head. Adam felt extremely cold all over and then extremely warm and
flushed... and then the lights went out.
--
Waley, wakey Adam,
Adam slowly came to. His living room was a shambles. His new flat
panel and TV stand lay in ruins. The couch had been overturned in
the struggle. Lamps and knick knacks, many Dennis had turned into
weapons lay in pieces. Pictures had fallen from the wall. Despite
his size, Adam had never been in any kind of physical fight, so was
woefully underprepared for the savagery of Dennis' attack. The fact
that Dennis' muscles were toned and conditioned, and Adam -- though
large -- was mostly a bumbling mass, didn't help either.
It took Adam a bit to figure out what had happened. He had been out,
for how long he couldn't say, and was now tied to a dining room chair
against the wall so he couldnt fall backward. His hands were tied
behind his back with what felt like stereo cords and his ankles were
tied to the back legs of the chair, leaving his legs spread wide open
and making it impossible to close more than a tiny bit. His pants
had been removed, leaving his heavy reddened testicles lying on the
seat between his legs. Across the room Miranda, the girl Dennis had
knocked out earlier was tied in a similar manner, facing Adam nearly
head one. Only her legs weren't spread and she had kept all her
clothes. She was stirring but was gagged making her attempts to
scream futile.
Ah Adam, I see you joined the party. Denis said mockingly emerging
from the kitchen.
Miranda! Miranda are you okay? Adam called out, ignoring his former
Super Bruger worker.
Dennis was taken aback at the level of selfless concern in Adam's
voice, but no matter the plan was already in motion.
I wanted to make sure your girlfriend was here to see your cocky ego
get knocked down a peg.. Dennis eyed Adams left nut.
Adam realized where Dennis was staring as he held a large wooden
spoon from the kitchen. His eyes bulged in terror and he let out a
guttural scream for mercy that was a mix between the word 'DON'T and
a primal shriek.
Oh, we can't have that, Dennis said coolly as he rammed a sock so
far into Adam's mouth the hunky manager was afraid he would be
chocked to death. Dennis wrapped several pieces of tape to over
Adam's mouth to hold he sock in place, effectively silencing the
young man.
Dennis stood in front of Adam, holding the spoon firmly in his hand,
and looked down. Adam's chest has heaving heavily and Adam tried
desperately to lock eyes with Dennis, hoping that his pleading looks
might help... Each nut was slightly smaller than an egg and they
were particularly elongated, handing loose in his sack. Dennis was
sure that Adam would be 'hung like a horse' if his balls were allowed
to swing freely, but resting on the chair they were two plump
targets -- the center of Adam's cocky self worth and manhood.
With little ceremony, Dennis brought the large wooden head of the
spoon down onto Adam's left egg. Adam's eyes bugged out and watered
but the gag let nearly no sound come out. The heavy chair, ironically
held down by Adams' own weight, resisted any attempts to rock or tip
over and the wall stopped it from tipping back. Adam was trapped and
he knew it. Over and over the spoon crashed down. Left, right, left,
right. Trapped against the chair, Adam's genitals had no place to
hide and the chair's firm surface resisted any deformation -- his
balls might as well been resting on a wooden block. The full force of
each blow was transferred directly into the stricken balls.
Adam could feel himself wanting to vomit as he looked down in horror
as his quickly swelling and reddening sack. Dennis was silent,
directing all his attention to the task at hand until CRACK! After
nearly ten minutes of pounding the spoon snapped a the handle,
sending shards everywhere. Adam thought this would by him some
reprieve. He was wrong.
Dennis sensed Adam's relief and -- finding it yet another sign of the
cocky kids 'I'm better than anything'' attitude -- became enraged.
He dropped to his knees so that he was face level with Adam's now
hugely swollen scrotum and grabbed a nut in each hand. He locked eyes
with the panicked former manager as he kneaded and squeezed Adam's
apples.
Dennis relished the feeling of feeling the squishy orbs as they
deformed and flattened in his hands. The sack was badly swollen and
turning from red to nearly purple but the orbs seemed to be at a
point where they were going to resist any further deformation. Try as
he might Dennis' fist, while digging painfully into the bulging
balls, wasn't able to make them yield any more of their shape. Adam
writhed and screamed, his eyes bulged and sweat ran in beads off his
forehead. The pits of his T-shirt were drenched with sweat and his
breathing had become fast and erratic. His black hair was matted to
his forehead and his head was thrashing back and forth so violently
Dennis was afraid he might break his own neck... but he kept
squeezing.
Damn it! Dennis shouted. Although they were starting to lose some
of their firmness, Adam's gonads were proving harder to 'pop' than
internet stories had lead Dennis to believe they would be. They,
like their arrogant owner, probably thought they were invincible.
Dennis stood up and looked down into Adam's lap. His balls had
swollen to be larger than a grade-A egg each. The sack was tight with
swollen tissue and blood. This penis, only a few inches flaccid, was
bruised and hung lazily to the size. It was incredibly thick, even
when soft, so it hadn't been able to escape the bulk of the blows.
Adam looked up with pleading, crying eyes. His screaming had
returned to muffled pleas for mercy. He knew his balls couldn't take
much more of this and seeing how Dennis had already used a pizza, a
lamp and a spoon as near-deadly weapons he knew it wouldn't take
Dennis long to turn some everyday object into the tools of his
manhood's destruction....
Oh yes, werent' you going to take your little bitch up to the roof
to light some fireworks. Dennis said, he took several steps back to
be standing near Miranda, who was frantically crying.
Oh yeah. That's right. He calls you his little bitch. His stupid
whore. he said grabbing Miranda by the hair, kneeling to talk with
her face to face.
He took his hand back and slapped her hard with the back of his hand
across the face. She screamed through her gag as she saw him
readying for another blow... then he paused. He had no qualms with
her. He just wanted to be sure she had front row seat when the meat
dangling between her boyfriends legs - his most virile testament to
being a man, the objects that gave him the 'right' to call her
his 'little whore' -- were turned to meat sauce.
Dennis turned to see that Adam had become much more hysterical.
Dennis got an evil glint in his eye as he drew his fist back and
again struck Miranda in the side of the head. She seemed to black
out slightly. He drew his hand back again...
Mmph! Nmmph! Nmmp! Phmmp! Adam tried to call out. The flow of
tears streaming from his eyes picked up. No amount of ball pain (not
to mention the numerous colorful ways he had used to tell Adam that
his nuts were not going to survive the night) had elicited such a
strong reaction from Adam as seeing his 'little slut' get beaten.
You want me to stop?
Adam shook his head 'yes' violently and closed his eyes.
Dennis stepped away from a now dazed Miranda, past Adam -- who he
gave a swift stomping kick to the nuts to -- and out of the room.
Dennis was gone for several minutes and Adam could hear that his
apartment was being ransacked. Adam tried to get loose from this
chair but couldn't. Dennis returned holding a plastic bag and a
souvenir baseball bat that had been hanging up in a glass shadow box
in Adam's room.
Adam looked in terror and knew that in mere moments the 1932
autographed maple bat was going to be used for a different kind of
baseball.
Batter up! Dennis shouted with maniacal glee as the bat sailed
through the air with an audible whoosh.
Adam watched in what seemed to be slow-motion as the bat came
crashing down onto his bloated ball bag. The initial impact was
sickening and Adam felt himself gagging on puke. He quickly
swallowed back down, lest he choke to death, and could feel in
agonizing detail as his nuts flattened. The bat was raised and
slammed down again... and this time the bat sunk into his ball meat
slightly further than before. The bat was raised again.. .slam. The
time between blows just wasn't enough for his battered swollen apples
to recover from and he knew it. With each blow the bat sank further
into the mount of manhood. Adam knew that the delicate -- yet
resilient -- membranes and structures of his testicles weren't going
to be able to resist the inevitable much longer.
His chest heaved and he struggled futilely as the bat came down a
final time. His left nut was at its absolute limit. The bat sank so
far into Adam's sack that the whole thing was compressed to less than
an inch thick. This was it. Dennis knew it. Adam knew it. Adams'
balls had taken so much abuse that they were starting to lose their
ability to stay 'round'.
Dennis locked eyes with Adaan, enjoying the look of absolute fear,
and let the bat sail. Once. Twice... Five times. Dennis tossed the
bat aside and knelt down. Adams nuts, once swollen round orbs, were
considerably flatter looking. An examination with his hands,
squeezing and tugging, however, revealed that the nuts
hadn't 'popped' like he expected. By this point, Dennis thoroughly
expected that the only thing left of Adam's balls by this point would
be a chunky, lumpy mass in his sack (or oozing out of his sack as
Dennis had wanted). But while the core tissues of his balls had
clearly been deformed, they were still solid orbs in his sack. No
way, Dennis thought. No way, he was going to let this little prick
walk way with anything resembling a pair of nuts between his legs.
Oh forget this! Dennis screamed in hysterics pounding his fist
down like a hammer onto Adam's left nut several times. On the last
time Dennis was sure he felt that ball 'give out'. It was definitely
no longer 'firm' like the other. Another five full force pounds
confirmed his theory. Adams huge left nut had finally burst in the
sack. With half of Adam's manhood ruined, Dennis decided to make
quick work of the other half.
Adam had passed out when his left testicle had ruptured, but was
awakened by a hard slap to the face and a whiff of smelling salts
Dennis had fished out of the medicine cabinet.
Oh no you don't! I found your little rooftop entertainment
package. Dennis said to a clearly groggy Adam.
From across the room Miranda shrieked so loudly it was almost
discernable through her gags. Adam looked down in time to see what
she was screaming at. Dennis had found the bag of fireworks that him
and Miranda were going to set off from the roof that night and had
pulled some kind of device out of the bag. Adam couldn't tell what
it was; just that it was somewhat flat, about the size of a deck of
cards and felt fairly dense... He could feel this because -- to his
horror -- his nearly ruined nut sack was resting on top of the
firework; the fuse was the only thing visible poking between his
legs. Dennis had taken care to position Adam's thoroughly battered
cook so that it lay on top of this balls instead of to the side -- he
didn't want Adam's 'little friend' to miss out on the show.
Adam's sack, bloated and swollen and now blue-black rested on top of
the firework, the left side of the sack flattened and mushy, almost
seemed to form around the shape of the firework like putty.
Here we go, asshole! Dennis mocked lighting the fuse. Adam tried
desperately to shake the chair, trying to dislodge the bomb. But his
beaten nuts were now so heavy, so dense, and such utterly dead weight
that they held the bomb tightly in place.
Dennis took a few steps back as he watched the show. He made sure
that he was slightly to the side so that Miranda could have a front
row seat to the gruesome end of Adam's tools. Adam moaned and
pleaded and writhed and his chest heaved but Dennis wasn't going to
save him. The fuse disappeared slowly under Adam's balls... just
seconds to go.
OH SHIT! Adam thought, staring straight down into his lap as the
fuse reached the bomb...
BOOM!
Adam's face was plastered with blood, and bits of ball flesh as the
bomb exploded outward and upward. Adam was in such shock and
disbelief that his face and head were frozen in terror. An oozy
substance, likely what was left of his left testicles was dripping
down his face. This cock head had been thrown upward, landing
briefly on the top of Adam's head before rolling to the floor.
Adams' shirt was covered in the remains of his once proud manhood.
The explosion had liquefied Adam's testicles. His cock was blown
into meaty chunks. Bits of the scrotum flew through the air. In a
colorful explosion of firework sparks, the gooey 'nuts', skin flakes
and chunks of penis exploded all about. Dennis couldn't help but get
rock hard as he felt globs of the gooey substance that was once
Adams' large swinging nuts splatter all over him. Specks even hit
his face. How do ya' like that, Dennis thought, this young kid
thought he was so fucking invincible and superior because of his
hulking statures and powerful manhood -- and now that manhood was
literally dripping off his face. There was nothing resembling the
once beefy balls between Adam's legs....
Dennis ran to the kitchen, not even noticing Adam as he convulsed and
lost consciousness and grabbed a knife. Wielding it, he ran back to
Miranda who was sure her throat would be slit. Instead he cut her
loose and threw the phone at her.
Get him help Dennis instructed as he darted out of the apartment.
He would prefer that Adam survive this ordeal so that he would have
to go through the rest of his life ball and cockless, reliving the
horrible image of watching his manhood explode into gore over and
over. However, if Adam did happen to die... at that point he simply
didn't care. He turned back once more to see a frantic Miranda
applying pressure to stop the bleeding with one hand while holding
the phone with the other, and disappeared down the hall.
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