The Blender - Tragic Ending

Tragic Ending

With a loud click, the Ghost turned on the deadly blender. 

Wrrrr! GRRRR!! Wrrrrr! GRRRR!!

For a few precious moments, the blender’s blades refused to turn. The sheer, unbelievable mass and volume of man meat crammed into the mixing container was initially preventing the blades from spinning! But the blender kept on chugging, and a terrified Kyle could both see and feel the cut in his skewered left nut starting to tear open wider. He knew it would only be moments before…

Wrrrr! SPLITCH!! Wrrrr! BLOSH!! SPLOSH!! SPLISH!! SPLUSH!!

Once the high speed blades finally broke free and began to spin, they made quick work of Kyle’s magnificent manhood, though the destruction played out as if in slow motion for Kyle, who was forced to watch it up close on the monitors even as he felt every searing moment in his groin. 

When the blades first started spinning, the vortex created caught ahold of Kyle’s mangled left nut and ripped it from his body. Meanwhile, the blades that had been pressing into the right nut sliced that nut clean in half, and the halves were halved again, and again, and again, as the blades whirred around and around. The perfect orbs of Kyle’s magnificent testicles exploded in seconds, splattering the glass with their gory innards. The powerful vortex sucked any solid chunks of nut meat into the whirring blades, where they were quickly reduced to liquid nut guts. 

The sound of chunky jock bits bursting made a sickening splattering THUD sound every couple of seconds as the few whole pieces of Kyle’s manhood were reduced to nothing.

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The timer was flashing red, and warning messages about ‘...data stream compromise…’ were appearing on the various computer monitors, but still the viewer counter stayed unchanged. 

The spectacular and complete obliteration of his humongous bollocks had instantly halted Kyle’s final orgasm. Only the single, magnificent rope of pearlescent cum had escaped, painting a thick line all the way to the far wall, a fitting swan song to the young man’s extraordinary virility. The rest of whatever fresh stud load his huge balls had manufactured had been blended along with all of that thick nut meat, destroyed forever. Just a few dribbles of spunk dripped in long strings from the tip of the young man’s still rock hard, 18-inch mega schlong. But even as the Ghost watched, that mighty crowbar of a cock began to soften and wilt. The Ghost watched the death of Kyle’s final boner with great satisfaction, knowing that the mighty member would never rise again. 

When he was certain of the complete destruction of Kyle’s mammoth sex organs, the Ghost turned off the blender and removed the lid, freeing the frayed end of the young man’s stretched out nutsac to hang limp and empty beneath the young man’s nearly unmoving body. Surprisingly little blood dripped from the shredded end of that vacant nutsac, which had until moments ago cradled perhaps the largest set of virile stud nuts to ever grace a man. 

The mixing container itself was filled to overflowing with a thick, pinkish-gray liquid. The Ghost picked up a large steel colander from the nearby table with one hand, lifted up the overflowing glass container in the other hand, and made a dramatic show of pouring the ‘Kyle Protein Shake’ from the mixing chamber into the colander. The remains of Kyle’s once beyond-bull-sized balls made a massive, splattering puddle of thick gloop on the floor at the Ghost’s feet, mixing with the chunky spunk from the multiple loads Kyle had shot. When he was done pouring, the Ghost held the colander up to the camera so that all of the viewers - as well as the barely conscious Kyle himself - could see there were absolutely no chunks in it. Kyle’s entire studly cum-pumping, testosterone-flooding, jeans-stretching, utterly monstrous testicles had been reduced to nothing more than a gigantic puddle of liquid.

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“Alright kids, I’d better end this data stream. Kyle’s erstwhile rescuers are already at the door and trying to cut through the two inches of reinforced steel between them and this room. I shall beat a hasty retreat so that we don’t spoil our chances for another great show in the future!”

The Ghost made his way carefully around the enormous, gloopy mess on the floor, careful not to slip in the various slick fluids, and opened a cleverly hidden trap door in the floor. The cruel torturer gave a final salute to the barely breathing muscle stud still bound to the plexiglas platform, and then descended the hidden ladder in the floor, closing the trap door behind him. 

Kyle felt a terrifying chill run through his body enormous body, the realization that his days as an alpha bull stud were irretrievably over. Then all went dark as he finally slipped into merciful unconsciousness…