Haunted Mansion - Chapter 3

I hope you guys are enjoying the story thus far! There's a whole lot of studs to work through in the next couple of months, so without further ado, here's our second hunk in the line up, the gorgeous and cocky ice hockey stud Ryan.

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Haunted Mansion - Chapter 3

Based on an original anthropomorphic story by Wyndfeld

Cocky ice hockey star Ryan wanders into the kitchen and runs afoul of an old griddle. 

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“The kitchen!?” Ryan snorted in disgust as surveyed the large, filthy, but otherwise completely normal-looking kitchen. “What the FUCK kind of paranormal activity could happen in the fuckin’ kitchen!?” 

The hefty hockey player snarled at his ill luck to have landed himself in the boring kitchen, and  he set the last of the thermal imaging cameras to auto swivel on its tripod. The camera turned towards him, watching him, and he nodded, satisfied. 

“What’s the ghost gonna to do anyway, come in and cook himself up some eggs?” 

Ryan grunted as he wandered around the dusty kitchen looking over everything. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary - it was just a normal, old, filthy kitchen, and he sighed with disappointment. 

Then the ginger-haired hunk saw something that caught his eye. He noticed that both the knife block and cutting board were clean, almost polished in their appearance, seemingly undisturbed by the passage of time. Had someone been in here recently, cleaning shit up or bringing in new kitchen stuff? It just didn’t make any sense…

Then Ryan noticed the strangest looking appliance he’d ever seen. It was on a shelf all by itself, and just like the other pots and pans that had rusted and tarnished and grown dirty with age, this machine looked old and ruined. He pulled the heavy appliance from the shelf, his enormous arm muscles bulging most appealingly — though the heavy cast iron appliance was indeed very heavy, the extremely strong young stud was able to lift it with ease. Ryan gently set the big appliance on the large island in the middle of the kitchen, ignoring the camera as it slowly turned to face him. 

The big device looked like a waffle iron, though it must have been an industrial size as it had to be a good two feet across. He inspected the front of the device, which was covered in all sorts of dials and locks and springs. Ryan fiddled with the locks, pressing the various buttons and latches, until the large lid sprung open, briefly startling the big handsome man. 

Ryan chuckled at himself for his own restless nerves, and he peeked inside the device. The lid popped straight up about four inches instead of swinging upward on a hinge, so it was rather dark inside. He couldn’t really see anything, so he stuck his thick fingers inside. Sure enough, he felt metal squares inside, just like one would expect in a waffle maker. Ryan was visibly disappointed, for the device was normal after all. 

It was then that an idea began to brew in Ryan’s mind. He smiled to himself, and the massive bulge in his baggy sweat pants gave a pronounced twitch as his imagination went to work. Though he’d never seen anything like this industrial-sized waffle grill in any of the books he had read, Ryan could imagine the murderous Corbin using it was one of his infamous instruments of torture. 

“It’s not like it’s plugged in or anything, so I’m sure it’s safe…” an icy, cool voice in the back of his head reminded him. The big fellow glanced around, and snickered to himself. “Why not… If I discover something Professor White hasn’t yet, I’m sure then he’ll finally start to respect me…” 

The big, burly hockey stud untied the drawstring on his sweat pants and pushed them down to his ankles, revealing his thick, tree trunk thighs covered in a light dusting of ginger hair and the massive bulge in his underwear, which was growing larger by the minute. In a few more heartbeats, the young man’s massive schlong began to work its way out of the right leg of his olive-colored briefs, the thick, pale, purple-headed cock looking like a blunt weapon of mass destruction. 

The huge hockey stud then removed his sweatshirt, revealing the massive physique beneath. Ryan hit the gym hard, and his thickly muscular body was living proof of his dedication. The handsome stud had a physique that would give most heavyweight bodybuilders a run for their money. Ryan’s massive chest and rippling abs were coated with a perfect covering of coarse strawberry-blond body hair, making the young man look even more imposing and manly. His pale skin positively gleamed in the artificial lights placed strategically around the room. 

Finally, a now smirking Ryan hooked his thick thumbs into the waistband of his undershorts and shucked them off as well. His mighty cock, finally freed of its cotton prison, smacked against his muscular belly with a loud and beefy THWACK! and bobbed in the air, looking thick and huge and succulent. Beneath that monster cock hung two truly huge testicles, massive balls each the size of the largest of lemons and hanging heavy and full in a thick, hairless scrotum. The big hockey player liked to keep his balls shaved, both because they looked even more massive without their obscuring hair, and because he loved fondling his own orbs when they were smooth. 

The handsome stud reached down and lifted his more than generous pouch of bull balls and flopped it onto the table, his heavy orbs making a loud WHUMP! sound as they struck the wooden counter. Ryan stared down at the machine, fiddling with it with one huge hand, while rolling his massive nuts around with the other. He fondled them firmly, enjoying a strong grip on his tough man fruits, as he tried to figure out what went where. He even placed his thick palm on top of both balls, trapping them against the unyielding surface of the table and rolling his heavy hand back and forth, almost like he was taking a rolling pin to his own nuts. The pressure on his huge balls only made his massive cock lurch that much harder, striking his rock hard abs with another beefy SMACK! and leaving behind the first smear of precum. 

Ryan loved rough abuse on his balls, and got off on the kind of nut busting that would drop most men to the floor, crying and clutching their throbbing balls. In fact, he secretly played without a cup during most of his hockey games, receiving at least a couple of ‘low blows’ to his balls from another player’s hockey stick, ramming thigh, or armor-clad shoulder. He had no doubt that his coach would be furious with him if he knew that he played without testicular protection, but Ryan enjoyed nothing more than going back to his apartment after a big game and fondling and squeezing his bruised and swollen balls, savoring the dull and throbbing ache as he pumped out a load or three. 

Yeah, Ryan had an extremely tough set of bull nuts, and he liked working them over whenever he could. 

For an instant, Ryan thought he smelled scrambled eggs cooking, drawing his mind back from the erotic pleasure of pressing his nuts hard against the tabletop and looking around the room once again. “Naw, couldn’t be!” he thought, but he glanced around the room quickly anyway. There was definitely nobody else in the kitchen. The big stud then smiled, looking down at the peach-sized ‘eggs’ in his big hand, and laughed. “Of course!” he grunted, slapping his forehead with his other hand. 

Ryan opened the waffle machine up as far as it would allow, which was about 3 ½ inches, and very carefully threaded first one massive ball and then the other into the machine. It took some forceful poking and prodding to get his balls to fit, for Ryan’s massive orbs were considerably larger than the opening on the waffle maker. But Ryan’s strong, blunt fingers were more than up to the task, not-so-gently forcing his balls into the machine, and causing the huge orbs to bulge and distend dramatically before finally working their way into the interior. The rough ball handling made Ryan’s massive cock bulge and flex, and grow even harder still, and a thin line of precum began to drool down the length of its pale, meaty shaft. 

As Ryan settled his massive balls into place, he could feel something slippery inside the grill itself, almost as if the faces of the grill were covered in grease. Ryan lifted the machine up off the table, its opening completely choked with his huge bull balls, and felt the greasiness move around. Tilting the machine sideways, the big lug of a man saw a thick drops of what smelled like bacon grease ooze out of the machine, and he could feel a lot more of the grease coating the skin of his naked nut sac and oozing around his big fat nuts. He set the machine back on the table, amazed that that grease would still be in the machine after so long, and chuckled to himself. “Yeah, obviously that’s what it’s for…” he grunted. “The waffle iron must be used for…” 

SNAP!!!

A deep grunt came out of Ryan’s throat and his ginger eyebrows arched upward, more from surprise than actual pain. The machine had shifted, the big heavy lid closing down halfway and compressing his huge nuts to less than half their normal thickness. He could also feel something pinching against the neck of his huge pouch, locking the lid in place and trapping his big balls inside the machine. He realized that he must have activated some kind of setting when he was fiddling with the controls. His huge nuts ached something fierce from the compression, but Ryan had crushed his own nuts a lot flatter than this before, so he reveled in the strong ache. Though concerned about having his balls trapped in the device, Ryan wasn’t all that worried – the machine wasn’t plugged in or anything, so he just needed to find the controls to release his big nuts…

Ryan’s brown eyes suddenly widened in fear, for he noticed that the little light on the side of the machine had begin to glow an eerie and almost spectral red. 

“What the FUCK!!? But that’s not possible!!” shouted the big jock. 

It was then that he felt it, a growing heat basking against his big, proud jewels. Ryan could see that the heat was activating even more of the congealed bacon grease inside the griddle, making it melt faster and causing it to drip all around his hefty sack. His thick cock was bouncing against his furry, corrugated belly like it was beating a drum rhythm, for the combined compression of his huge balls and now the growing warmth were arousing him despite the young man’s terror. 

Quickly, Ryan fiddled with the buttons and switches, trying to find the lever to open the diabolical device. The metal grill surfaces of the machine began to burn into the tender skin of his thick, heavy eggs. 

“Holy SHIT, it’s not real!!!” the big stud screamed in denial. “It can't be possible!!” He panted in desperation. “IT’S NOT PLUGGED IN!!!” he bellowed, grabbing the cord and dragging it to him, holding up the plug as proof. 

But somehow the waffle maker had indeed been activated, and it was now trying to cook his huge, magnificent balls. As the pain began to build, Ryan could just start to make out the delicious smell of cooking meat, and his efforts became even more frantic, for he realized that his gigantic balls were actually starting to bake. Almost paradoxically, Ryan’s cock was so aroused that precum was now flowing from it in a thick, continuous stream, and the young stud looked awfully close to blowing his load. 

In a desperate attempt to break the machine and save his balls, Ryan lifted the machine up off the table as far as his brutally stretched scrotum would allow, and —  using all of his awesome strength — powerfully slammed the waffle maker down on the countertop. Instead of breaking the device, the powerful blow caused the lid of the machine to forcefully close even further, the opening immediately shrinking from perhaps 2 inches to a mere ½ inch. 

Ryan threw back his head and bellowed in agony as a loud crunching sound emanated from the contents of the machine. The corrugated jaws of the infernal machine had snapped closed like a bear trap, brutally and mercilessly crushing both of the young stud’s massive balls. At the same moment, Ryan’s massive cock finally hit orgasm, and blast after mighty blast shot forth from his huge flesh cannon, rocketing several feet up in the air before landing on his fuzzy chest and corrugated belly, as well as coating the table before him. Many of the thick slugs of cum landed on the waffle maker itself, and the thick cream that oozed and dripped inside of the machine hissed and sizzled as it came in contact with the hot grill. 

Ryan could only buck and moan in agony throughout his massive orgasm, as he felt the machine continue to grill his pulverized and flattened bull balls. Tears streamed down his handsome face even as the last of his titanic load belched out of his vibrating cock and landed with a sizzle on the demonic waffle maker. 

As the last of his load was forced from his smashed man eggs, Ryan saw a small blade pop out of the side of the waffle maker, moving like an automated part of the machine. In growing horror he saw the knife rise up over the trapped neck of his scrotum, and then with a loud click, swiftly slice downward, neatly lopping his trapped and busted nuts from his body. 

“OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!” Ryan screamed as he stumbled back in shock and horror, finally freed from the evil machine but with his ball sack neatly and completely severed. His hands shot down to his crotch, finding an empty space below his massive but now softening cock that had so recently been occupied by his two massive balls, his pride and joy. His hands came back with blood on them, and the huge hunk began to tremble with something beyond horror. 

Just then, a loud DING! sounded, and the red light on the waffle maker shut off. Ryan stumbled forward on weak legs, and watched in horror and loss as the top of the machine popped open on a hidden hinge to reveal a thick, spongy, waffle-like mass inside. Ryan’s magnificent balls had clearly been both crushed and cooked clear through, with a waffle pattern seared into the cooked flesh. Steam rose off of the freshly cooked bull nuts, and the heady and disturbingly delicious aroma of cooked meat made Ryan dizzy. 

The young, ball-less hockey stud stumbled backward into the cabinets. The trauma of having his balls so painfully removed and cooked before his eyes was finally too much for the young former stud to bear, and he passed out, collapsing in a heap of muscles on the cold tile floor. 

The sound of cold laughter could be heard coming from out of thin air…