The Fun House - The Red Door - Introduction

Hello readers, and Happy New Year!

For once, I'm actually writing and posting this message in real time. I had last loaded stories to my blog way back in March of 2016, and that long list of posts and stories finally ran out at the end of December. So now I need to start uploading again, and this time will start doing it in real time, at least for now.

As another departure, I'm going to start off the year with a twist. The incredible author Sack Stomper (if you haven't already, then PLEASE check out his blog at http://crackednutsballbusting.blogspot.com/ -- I'm SUCH a huge fan of his work!) came up with the utterly brilliant idea of creating an erotic, ball-busting "choose your own adventure" (COYA) type of story. He created a web story where you could pick various ways to torture and abuse a guy's meaty nuts, and decide whether you want to let him survive intact to suffer again another day, or redline his bollocks into oblivion, all by clicking on a selection of links at the end of each chapter. It was instant boner material for me, and I went through each scenario multiple times, working out each way that I could maul and mangle a stud's hanging man eggs.

I have adapted one of Sack Stomper's COYA stories, and will post it here chapter by chapter. I would love to hear from each of you what YOU would like done to the stud at the end of each chapter...but I will admit up front that I've already written the entire series, so the selections have already been made. Yeah, I'd like to lie and say that you've all got a say as to what happens to the stud in this story, but with my work and life commitments, I'm simply not prolific enough of an author/editor to keep this story going in real time. :) At least you'll be left hanging (as it were) at the end of each chapter, not knowing which of the selections I've chosen for the next installment. ;D

I hope you enjoy the ride! And without further ado, I present to you the first installment of "The Fun House - The Red Door"!

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The Fun House: A Ball Bashing COYA

Based on an online choose-your-own adventure created by Sack Stomper

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“Welcome to the Fun House!” you read once again from the well-worn piece of paper that you’ve just pulled from your pocket. The address on the paper matches that of the nondescript office building in front of you. With your heart hammering in your chest, you enter the front doors into a spacious lobby, taking a specific elevator to a specific floor. The elevator begins to rise, and your heart rate accelerates once again. You don’t think you’ve ever been this excited in your life, and you wonder for the thousandth time if the stories you’ve heard are actually true. 

A quiet electronic ding announces the elevator’s arrival on the specified floor. The doors part, and you enter a grand white lobby, absolutely empty except for three bright colored doors on the wall opposite from you — a yellow door, a red door, and a blue door. 

All three doors have numbered keypads on their handles, but there is otherwise no indication of what if behind each one. The paper in your hand provides you with the key codes to each door, but also indicates that you can only select one door, and that the key code can be used only once. 

Your heart continues to pound as you think back on how you ended up here. Last week, an unmarked envelope appeared at the door of your flat. Inside the envelope was a piece of paper with instructions to be in this specific place at this specific time. You had been waiting so long for your invitation to The Fun House that you had already dismissed it as an elaborate hoax -- the manifestation of a dark Internet joke that trolled the deeper corners of ball busting fetish sites. So when the envelope had arrived, you were thrilled to discover that The Fun House was not only real, but also that you would soon be exploring its legendary depths. 

Little was known about The Fun House outside of rumor and hearsay. The event was run and operated by a shadowy group known simply as “The Organization”. What actually occurred at The Fun House changed with every telling, as the event was rumored to have popped up at one point or another in just about every major city in the world, briefly hosting one or more encounters for an extremely select group of invitees before moving on to another mystery location. 

The one part of every story that remained consistent in each telling was that multiple doors were provided at each event, and behind every door was a naked and bound young man. In every story, the young male in question was extremely handsome, superbly fit and athletic, and very well endowed. And though bound, each handsome young stud was a willing and eager participant. It was said that these young men were paid great sums of money to volunteer their manhoods, allowing clients to live out their darkest ball-busting fantasies. 

And you definitely have some very dark fantasies that you want to fulfill. 

The only question now is which door do you pick? 

___ - The Yellow Door

_X_ - The Red Door

___ - The Blue Door

THE RED DOOR

THE GERMAN BEAR

You open the red door, revealing a relatively small, windowless room, perhaps 20 feet square with 10-foot-tall ceilings. The walls are a uniform tan color, and rows of LED lights recessed in the ceiling bathe the chamber in a warm, white light. But the room itself barely registers in your mind, as you are overwhelmed by the sight of the most spectacular specimen of male perfection you’ve ever seen standing on the other side of the room. 

The young man is facing you, and just as in all of the stories you’ve heard, he’s completely naked. His arms are shackled at his wrists and connected to chains that run up to the ceiling, while similar shackles bind his ankles to bolts in the floor. A very heavy and solid metal table stands directly in front of the naked stud, and with his genitals resting on its cold steel surface. 

You try to drink in the breathtaking sight of this magnificent man all at once, but the first word that comes to your mind to describe him is simply “BIG!” Big is his raw-boned frame, standing well over 6 feet tall with very broad shoulders that look to be easily a yard wide. Big are his muscles, the dense meat of a serious weightlifter packed astonishingly thick on his big bones. Big is the adorable, knowing grin on his extraordinarily handsome face, for he can see how much the sight of him is turning you on, and that clearly pleases him. 

And what an amazing face! His square features and heavy jawline make him look rugged and intensely masculine, while his soulful blue eyes and obvious youth soften his appearance enough to make him look both beautiful and handsome at the same time. His thick brown hair is cropped on top and shaved very short on the sides, and combined with the thick and sexy stubble on his powerful jaw and big, square chin just further accentuates his extraordinary manliness. 

Darker brown fur covers the vast expanse of his massive chest muscles, as well as the corrugated cobblestones that make up his gorgeous washboard abdomen. More of this dark hair is sprinkled on his massively muscular arms and even more massively muscular legs, and a thick thatch of dark hair erupts from each of his deep and muscular armpits. You are certain that the heady and erotic smell of pure male musk is coming from those two delicious-looking pits, which are already slightly damp despite the mild temperature in the room. 

But that is not all that is big about this most extraordinary and magnificent young man, and your eyes are quickly drawn to perhaps the biggest and most impressive parts of the handsome lad’s anatomy. The hirsute hunk is sporting the largest and thickest boner you’ve ever seen, a true monster of a cock that clearly exceeds a foot in length by at LEAST an inch or two. Several wide strips of white athletic tape have been used to secure the wrist-thick shaft of that mighty cock to the young man’s rippling and furry belly. The strips of tape stop just shy of the huge, mushroom-shaped cockhead, covered by its thick hood of foreskin and literally wedged between the underside of the two thick plates of muscle that make up the young man’s extraordinary pecs. The tape is clearly meant to keep the huge slab of meat conveniently out of the way, providing clear and unfettered access to the even more spectacular prize resting heavily on the steel table. 

You have seen some huge balls in your life, both in person and on the Internet, but you’ve never seen a set of human gonads that remotely approached the size of the absolutely massive orbs plopped so heavily on the cold table. You have frequently heard fruit names used to describe the size of a man’s balls — plums and kiwis for good-sized nuggets, lemons for really big balls, mangos for even bigger balls, oranges for those rare and truly massive whoppers, and once, for a particularly gargantuan set of gonads, a pair of grapefruit. But none of those terms could adequately describe to the two goliath globes of meat filling up this young man’s massive sac. The only fruit that comes to your mind to describe these most massive of gonads is breadfruit, for their stupendous size and slightly oblong shape are reminiscent of those gigantic tropical fruits. 

Your rock-hard cock gives a mighty lurch in your pants as your hungry eyes roam over the awe-inspiring expanse of what simply HAVE to be the largest human bollocks in history. A thick rubber band secured around the base of the lad’s meat-packed scrotum makes the two titanic testes bulge even more impressively in their sac. It’s obvious that the mighty-balled muscle stud must have shaved his massive nuts in the relatively recent past, but had neglected to do so today, for the pink orbs were covered in dark stubble that looked to be about a week old. 

Your visual review of this male fantasy made flesh takes only a few seconds, but you are so lost in lust that you are almost startled when the gorgeous young muscle bear speaks. 

“Hi! I’m Markus,” the handsome hunk says in a voice so deep and rich that it almost makes your knees buckle. His German accent is thick but clear as he says, “I would shake your hand, but I am a little tied up at the moment.” 

He winks at you, then sticks his tongue out the side of his mouth and flexes his arms above his head, giving you a truly spectacular view of his amazing body. 

You notice for the first time that Markus is standing against a metal post bolted to the floor and ceiling. Between his shackled limbs and the post behind him, the handsome and hairy hunk can only shift slightly, and certainly not enough to keep his vulnerable nuts out of the line of fire. 

You smile wickedly as you step further into the room, the heavy red door closing behind you with a surprisingly loud and resounding thud. You approach the bound mega stud and start reaching your hands toward his balls. His huge cock jumps and flexes against its bindings, for Markus is obviously turned on at how excited you are to start smashing his spuds.

“Wait! Please!”

For just a moment, you think that the furry muscle hunk has changed his mind about volunteering his behemoth bull balls to your most brutal fantasies, but then you quickly realize that he’s attempting to gesture to his right with nods of his ridiculously handsome head. You look over and notice a small table just out of your immediate vision that your lust-crazed eyes had hitherto not seen. On the table are three items:  including a gleaming hunting knife with an ornate blade, a heavy metal mallet, and a fist-sized black sphere that you instantly recognize as being an almost cartoonish-looking miniature bomb. 

Also on the table is a hand-written card that reads:

“Willkommen to the Red Room. I have picked out some fun toys for you to use on me. Please use them instead of your hands, as it will be more fun for both of us! I have some very strong and tough balls, so I hope to impress you with how much abuse I can take. Best regards, Markus.”

Your eyes dart back and forth between the table full of nut-busting goodies, his achingly handsome, smiling face, and the truly gargantuan set of bull gonads waiting for you on the steel table. He’s clearly eager to see which object you will select, for a sheen of clear and gelatinous precum is already causing the dark hair  on his belly to matte up. You hover your hand over the table, alternating between the knife, the mallet, and the bomb, and you scrunch your nose in concentration...

Which toy will you choose to fuck up Markus’ nuts? 

 ___ - Pick up the sharp knife

 ___ - Pick up the heavy mallet

 ___ - Pick up the black bomb