Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories: The Blender

In 2014, my friend Sack Stomper (http://crackednutsballbusting.blogspot.com/) wrote a story based upon one of the drawings I had posted on my artwork blog. The story was part of his violent, gruesome, and totally AWESOME 'Ghost Network' series.

I recently decided to add my own touches to Sack Stomper's awesome story. I ALSO wrote two endings to this story, both a happy ending and a tragic ending, and I want to hear from YOU guys. Which ending do you want to read? Let me know by the end of the 4th of July weekend, and I'll post it here. ;)

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The Blender

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper and a drawing by Jayse

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It was just after eleven at night when 19-year-old Kyle finished his late night treadmill run. He had gone to the campus recreation center about two hours earlier to let off a bit of steam after an exhausting day of classes. But what had started as a brief set on a rowing machine turned into a heavy stint at the free weights, and concluded with a walk, that turned into a jog, that became a twelve kilometer run on the treadmill. The last three kilometers had been an all out sprint, and Kyle’s muscular, toned legs burned with lactic acid, but it was a good, refreshing burn, and despite dripping with sweat and being physically exhausted, Kyle’s mind was finally focused and calm.

Although it was a twenty-four hour facility, the gym was virtually abandoned so late at night, so Kyle had thought nothing of peeling off his shirt early in his treadmill run, showing off his svelte and muscular torso to the handful of fellow students still working out. Kyle was a big man, particularly for only 19 years of age, and packed an impressive 265 pounds of muscle on his 6-foot, 2-inch frame. What’s more, the young man also had virtually no bodyfat, so his already big muscles were so vividly defined that they made the handsome college freshman look even bigger than he was, and made him look like the quintessential muscle jock. And with a frame as big as his, there was no telling how much more muscle Kyle would be able to pack onto his gorgeous body in the years ahead.

Kyle reached out to the slow the treadmill down from a full out sprint to a brisk run, and then to a moderate jog, ramping down his workout. He ran a hand through his dark, sweat-soaked hair and glanced around they gym. The coed who had been doing late night Pilates on a mat nearby was long gone, as were the three frat boys who had been trying to undo a semester of pizza and beer on the elliptical machines. In fact, other than the nighttime front desk attendant (who was always consumed by his iPad and rarely to be seen on the gymnasium floor), there was indeed no one else left in the entire gym. Nevertheless, Kyle couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched.

Yet when he looked around, no one was there.

The treadmill slowed again, this time to a brisk walk, and Kyle took the slower pace as a chance to admire himself in the wall of mirrors in front of him. His stomach was a rock solid and corrugated eight pack, and his thick pecs arched heavily over them, lightly covered with a dusting of dark hairs that matched the thick dark hair on his head. That dark hair was a dramatic contrast to his fair, unblemished skin, the heritage of his mixed Irish and German background. Kyle’s shoulders were exceptionally broad and muscular, and the arms that hung so powerfully from those shoulders were thick and beefy, corded with hard earned muscle. His legs were massively muscular, yet gorgeously sculpted at the same time, as if combining the very best of a speed skater’s bulky legs with the long, lean muscles of a distance runner. Those beautiful legs were lightly furred with dark hair as well. Kyle wasn’t especially vain — though he would have had every right to be — but even he had to admit as he looked into the mirrors that he was a stunning example of young masculine perfection.

Kyle noticed that his green athletic shorts were nearly soaked with the sweat that had been pouring off of his chiseled, muscular body, and the thin wet fabric was now clinging to his genitals almost like a second skin. The handsome young college jock had been blessed with a truly massive set of cock and balls, and the boxer style underwear and running shorts had done almost nothing to contain his meaty junk. Kyle’s goliath genitals had been flopping around inside his shorts for nearly an hour, and his low-hanging bull nuts ached from banging back and forth against his solid, muscular thighs as he ran. In fact, as the adrenaline rush of his epic workout started to fade, Kyle became more and more aware of the deep, throbbing ache in both of his massive nuts, and for the hundredth time that evening silently berated himself for forgetting to pack a jockstrap into his gym bag earlier that day. He felt like he had a heroic case of blue balls, which was only exacerbated by the fact that he hadn’t pulled out a load in over 48 hours. Perversely, though, that deep ache was powerfully erotic to the handsome young stud, and he looked forward to roughing up his championship balls a little bit later when he got home, and pumping out a healthy load or two of jock jizz before going to sleep.

The thought of jacking off once he got home caused Kyle’s huge cock to start to stir. Kyle had a very large cock that was 10.5 inches long and over 2 inches thick even in its most soft and flaccid state. That humongous cock was now starting to plump up and lengthen as the lad became aroused, snaking down one leg of his shorts in an obscene fashion.

Kyle hopped off the treadmill and spent a good 10 minutes stretching out all of his muscles, especially his legs, giving anyone who might have been in the room quite the spectacular show. The interplay of Kyle’s big and exquisitely defined muscles as he turned and stretched was absolutely beautiful, yet sadly there was no one else in the gym to enjoy the view. Sweat continued to pour off of his body as Kyle cooled down, and all of the bouncing and moving soon had excited his cock into a semi erect state. The big jock knew that it was time for him to hurry off to the locker room for a shower before his enormous crotch bulge became even more pornographic.

An impressive tent had formed at the front of Kyle’s sweat-slickened shorts by the time he got to the locker room. He striped out of his shoes, socks, and shorts until he was completely naked, revealing the remainder of his magnificent body. Kyle’s ass was like two diamond-hard footballs of striated muscle strapped to the back of his legs. His huge bull cock was a stunning masterpiece, a thing of beauty, perfectly sculpted and formed, and already measuring a full 12 inches long even in its semi erect state. His titanic testes dwarfed even his massive schlong, however, for they were so big and hung so low that the bottom of his grapefruit sized bull nuts actually extended out an inch farther down than the tip of his puffy and semi bloated cock!

Yes, Kyle was indeed a young man who had been unreasonably well blessed in the genetics department.

The young man ambled over to the showers and spent several long minutes beneath the hot spray, washing away the stress and sweat of the day until all of his glistening muscles were squeaky clean.

Yet despite the solitude of the locker room and showers, Kyle still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

Kyle had moved over to the bank of sinks, a large white bath towel wrapped around his slender, muscular hips, and was just finishing up his skin care regime when he heard a slight noise behind him. Startled, Kyle spun around, losing his towel in the process, and found another young man standing just a few feet behind him. It was the nondescript front desk guy, a young man a few inches shorter than Kyle’s 6-foot, 2-inch height and a good 80 or 90 pounds lighter.

Kyle heaved a sigh of relief even as he absentmindedly placed both of his hands over his now-naked groin. “Dude, you scared the shit out of me!” Kyle said, laughing at his own reaction to being startled, even though he was still feeling unease about being watched. “What’s up?”

The desk clerk didn’t say anything, but just kept staring at Kyle’s handsome face without any discernible expression.

Kyle was growing more and more uneasy, and asked, “Can I help you?”

The clerk just looked down the muscular expanse of Kyle’s extraordinary body until his eyes rested on the young man’s only partially obscured genitals, and then said in a flat voice, “Nice nuts.”

Kyle was caught off guard by the desk clerk’s comment, and said, “Excuse me?”

“I said, ‘Nice nuts,’” came the clerk’s reply, his brown eyes once more locking with Kyle’s bright blue stare. The desk clerk’s comments were, if anything, a gross understatement, for Kyle’s huge nuts were not merely nice, they were spectacular. Both of Kyle’s huge balls were behemoth orbs of virility, each one larger than an oblong softball, and so dense and heavy that they stretched the young man’s baggy and voluminous sack a good 6 inches from his lean and muscular crotch. It looked like Kyle was carrying a pair of lead shot put balls at the bottom of his hairless, pink scrotum, and in fact those twin bull bollocks were damn near as heavy, packed with dense man meat and filled to near bursting with his stud seed.

“Uh, thanks, I guess,” Kyle stumbled in an uneasy reply. “But listen, I’m not into dudes. So if you don’t mind, I’ll just be going…”

Kyle attempted to sidle past the odd man, but with the speed of a cobra, the desk clerk suddenly lashed out, charging the young muscle man and pushing him until his muscular backside collided with the sinks behind him. At the same time, the clerk shoved a hand towel against Kyle’s face, smothering him with the scratchy fabric. Kyle was so much bigger and stronger than his assailant that he could have easily beat him up in a fair fight. But the clerk had acted with the element of surprise, and judging from the sharp and caustic smell coming from the towel, he was attempting to level the playing field by using some sort of sedation drug against the much bigger man. The desk clerk also proved to be surprisingly strong, for as Kyle fought against him, he was unable to tear the towel away from his face. Within seconds, he could feel the strength rapidly leaving his body, making him grow weak and tired. As Kyle’s struggles grew weaker, the clerk slowly lowered the young man’s naked body to the cold concrete floor, almost with the gentleness of a lover, all while continuing to hold the towel tight against Kyle’s handsome face.

Kyle was now flat on his back on the cold tiles, easily overpowered by the smaller and far less muscular man, and he bellowed in terror into the towel. His cries for help were muffled by the towel, however, and there was no one there to hear him anyway, as he and the desk clerk were now the only two people in the entire building.

Soon, Kyle couldn’t even feel his legs, and his big arms became too heavy to hold up. He was feeling dizzy and woozy, and knew that he was soon going to black out. Panic gripped him, and in a last explosion of horror and fear, Kyle screamed once more into the muffling gag. His magnificently toned muscles became limp and his vision started to narrow. The last thing Kyle remembered seeing clearly before blacking out was a sick and terrifying look of satisfaction on the desk clerk’s face, and a shadow of another man standing behind him. Then there was darkness.

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“Wakey, wakey!” a booming voice rang through Kyle’s head.

His fitful slumber was shattered, and in a jarring instant, the fear and confusion he had felt in the locker room came flooding back. His blue eyes snapped open, only to be instantly shut again after they were flooded with light. He opened them more slowly, giving his tired eyes time to adjust to the glaring white light.

He was lying face down and flat on this stomach, yet he could clearly see the bare concrete floor a good 6 or 7 feet below him. Kyle quickly realized that he was suspended on some sort of clear platform, perhaps made of a thick plexiglas or other similar, transparent material. His powerful arms and muscular legs were all splayed wide, his wrists and ankles shackled to something that prevented even the tiniest movement. He instinctively began to struggle, his big, mighty muscles fighting against his restraints, but to no use. Even his thick and bullish neck was shackled in place, allowing virtually no movement of Kyle’s head and preventing him from scanning the entire room. Kyle knew he was trapped and utterly helpless, and the cold rock of fear in the pit of his corrugated stomach just kept growing bigger.

All that Kyle could see in front of him was a bare, concrete room, with no windows or doors, and very little in the way of furnishings. He could see several tripod-mounted lights along the wall, each providing harsh light that his eyes had now adjusted to. He could also see a plain metal table in front of him, with an odd assortment of equipment scattered across it.

But the only item Kyle really noticed were the trio of large computer monitors sitting atop the table and aimed directly at him, for those screens were each showing different scenes from Kyle’s life. They were all video clips taken of Kyle when he was unawares. Some were the grainy, black-and-white videos of random surveillance equipment, such as those at the ATM, the grocery store, and on public streets. Others were of far higher quality, and were often of more intimate moments of his life. Kyle saw scenes of himself in class and at the library, in the gym and on the field, and even inside of his own dorm room, all in full color and with great detail! He blushed crimson to see himself filmed naked in the shower, in his room, and even on the toilet. Who had been filming him, and who was seeing these videos?!

The final scene, running on all three computer screens simultaneously from three different angles, made Kyle’s blood run cold. These were full color videos of Kyle jogging on the treadmill at the recreation center, taken earlier that very evening! (Or was it now the next day, or even the day after? Kyle had no way of knowing how long he had been unconscious.) Kyle felt like he might vomit from the sick realization that he had been systematically hunted for weeks, maybe even months.

“HELP!!! HELP ME!!! HELP!!!” Kyle screamed, his voice echoing in the bare, sterile room.

“SILENCE!!!” came the voice from earlier, booming into the room from hidden speakers. A terrified Kyle was stunned into silence. He could hear a door opening and closing somewhere behind him and measured foot steps approaching his bound and helpless form.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that shouting is rude?” came the deep and silky voice again, only this time at a normal decibel level, and not amplified by any speakers.

Despite his best efforts, a terrified Kyle couldn’t bring himself to try to look at the approaching voice. Instead he closed his eyes tightly and prayed to himself.

“Aww! I think he’s scared! Come on and open those pretty eyes of yours, Kyle,” came the man’s voice, now coming from directly beneath and in front of him.

But Kyle’s beautiful blue eyes stayed tightly closed.

“I said... OPEN YOUR EYES!!” the deep voice commanded in a strident voice.

“OOOoooff!!” Kyle grunted as his eyes shot open, a burst of pain exploding from his right nut.

That’s when Kyle realized that his heavy ball bag and huge limp cock were hanging below him through a hole cut into the glass table. He realized this when the man under him had grabbed his vulnerable right orb and viciously squeezed it with his fist. The jolt of pain and surprise forced Kyle’s eyes open, and he shrieked in shock and fear at the hideous goblin mask looking back at him. The man was incongruously also wearing a stylish black dress shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes, and appeared to be of average height and build. In fact, if not for the Halloween mask obscuring the man’s face, he would have blended in with any crowd on the street. His voice was stern and deep, yet oddly unassuming and relaxed considering the circumstances.

“P-p-please don’t hurt me,” Kyle begged in a fearful voice, tears beginning to stream down his handsome cheeks.

“Oh, but my dear boy, I AM going to hurt you! Hurt you worse than you can imagine! But not just yet.”

The darkly-dressed man released Kyle’s aching right nut and turned and pressed some sort of remote control he’d had in his pocket, and the video feed on the three screens suddenly changed to show different angles of the room. The center screen showed a close up of Kyle’s huge, swinging nuts and his massive limp cock, a sight that was oddly mesmerizing to the young man. He had a strange realization that his extremely low hanging, oversized, cum-bloated bull balls looked a lot like a dangling punching bag, and his fear ratcheted up another notch or two.

“Please! Please let me go!” Kyle pleaded, looking directly into the cold gray eyes of his captor.

“What? Let you go?! But you’re the star of the show!” the man laughed cooly.

The man then stepped between Kyle’s balls and the central camera, his goblin mask taking up the entire screen. Despite Kyle’s continued pleas behind him, the man calmly began to address the camera as if he was introducing a television show.

“Hello there boys and girls! I, The Ghost, have an extra special show for you tonight!”

The man’s showmanship conveyed a bizarre sense of normalcy to the preceding.

“You know that you can always rely on me to bring you the handsomest and most hung young muscle men for your viewing pleasure. But this time, I’ve really struck the motherlode. Few men are as handsome and young Kyle here, with his dark hair, chiseled features, and piercing blue eyes. And fewer still could boast such extraordinarily developed and refined muscles, particularly at so tender an age. But what really makes this young stud special is what he’s got swinging between those massive, muscle-carved thighs of his. Feast your eyes on what are easily the largest pair of grade-AAA testicles this show has ever seen!”

With a flourish, the Ghost stepped out of range of the camera, allowing the unseen audience to get its first full look at Kyle’s dangling nuts. Their proportions were beyond pornographic, impossibly big and plump and positively exuding masculinity. The matched pair of massive nuts were coupled with a fuck stick that, even completely flaccid, was bigger than most cocks were when raging hard. And here they were, as defenseless and vulnerable as they were awe inspiringly large. As a horrified Kyle watched the central screen, some text appeared at the top of the screen stating, “2,670 VIEWERS.” And to the young man’s mounting horror, that number was already steadily and rapidly climbing.

Kyle was too overwhelmed by the situation to listen to the rest of the Ghost’s introduction, instead focusing on the images on the screen. His naked body was on complete display and utterly helpless, his huge, gym-hardened muscles completely useless, his gorgeous and chiseled physique defenseless against whatever the Ghost wanted to do to him. He was trapped.

Each screen showed Kyle from three or four angles, with one camera apparently recessed somewhere on the floor beneath him, looking upward at him. Even though his body was pressed flat against the hard plexiglas, his wide, beefy chest looked enormous and the corrugated cobblestones of his abdominal muscles were etched in deep, deep relief. Some quiet, removed corner of Kyle’s mind had to admit that he cut a stunning figure, even shackled and helpless as he was, and he found that he was strangely sad that he hadn’t taken more advantage of his spectacular male beauty while he could. He now doubted that he’d ever have that chance again…

The central screen now read, “6,755 VIEWERS,” and continued to climb at an even faster rate.

The Ghost stood slightly to the side, so as to not block the view of Kyle’s gorgeous nuts from one of the main camera angles, and he said, “I mean, just LOOK at these beauties! Have you ever seen anything else like them?!”

The Ghost reached out and cupped Kyle’s whopper of a left nut in his large, calloused hand, enclosing his long, slender fingers around as much of that huge mass of thick nut meat as he could and giving it a gentle squeeze. Kyle winced in anticipation of something more, but it never came. Instead, the Ghost gently fondled the bloated orb, then hefted the huge ball in his cupped hand before excitedly exclaiming, “Damn, I wish you all could feel this! The dude’s massive whale nut is even heavier than it looks! And it’s virtually pulsing with raw power and pure male virility!”

The masked man then released Kyle’s first nut and cupped the other one, giving Kyle’s equally massive right nut a slightly harder squeeze. His firm grip forced Kyle’s delicate orb down against the bottom of his hairless scrotum, making the huge ball look even bigger as it bulged at the very bottom of his sack.

“Wow, these big puppies are unusually dense, too! I’m gripping Kyle’s dangling right nut pretty damn hard, and the tough fucker is barely even dimpling. Good! I like torturing a strong set of stones, and these might be the toughest rocks I’ve seen yet!”

Kyle was begging to be let go, but Ghost pretended not to notice, instead saying, “They kind of look like a big, meaty punching bag, don’t they?”

With that, the Ghost took a bent knee stance, balled his large hands into fists, and took a place standing behind Kyle’s heavily dangling sack. Kyle knew what was about to happen, and he started crying out, “No! NO!!” But the Ghost clearly wasn’t paying him any attention.

THWAP!! THWAP!! THWAP!!

The Ghost landed three hard punches in rapid succession, alternating between Kyle’s massive left ball and his equally bovine right nut. Kyle’s mammoth sack and huge, limp cock bounced wildly, violently knocked around in crazy direction, presumably much to the delight of the thousands of viewers watching the show live on the web. Kyle thought he was going to get sick from the pain, he began to bellow in agony just as...

THWAP!! THWAP!! THWAP!! THWAP!! THWAP!!

More rapid, and powerful, punches collided into Kyle’s swinging sack. The young college jock tried desperately to free himself, pulling mightily against his restraints and thrusting his hips to try to spare his screaming balls, but the heavy steel manacles held him fast and made all his efforts futile. Kyle’s enormous hanging ballsac was literally being used as a punching bag, and there was nothing he could do about it! Nevertheless, his majestic muscles exploded into even greater size and more astoundingly shredded relief as he fought against his bindings with all of his might, creating a fantastic display of raw masculine power and beauty for the cameras.

“PLEASE!!” Kyle pleaded between punches. “STOP!! OH FUCK!! NO!!!”

THWAP!! THWAP!! THWAP!! THWAP!! THWAP!!

The brutal beating just kept coming and coming without reprieve, each brutal punch causing Kyle’s defenseless balls to careen about wildly in their sack. The handsome muscle boy felt like his balls were on fire, an inferno of agony that exploded into his abdomen as well, causing Kyle to retch and dry heave, his balls were on fire and an unbearable ache was building in the pit of his stomach. Kyle was now bellowing like some huge, wounded beast, and the louder and more hoarse Kyle’s screams became, the more viscous were the Ghost’s punches.

The young man’s assailant soon reached a steady rhythm, working over the lad’s behemoth ballsac like it was some sort of speed bag. Each blow was so powerful that Kyle’s balls would swing in a graceful arc until they collided powerfully with the underside of the thick plexiglas plate, smacking hard against that unyielding surface and rebounding back in the direction they’d swung, only to be met with the next hard-knuckled fist. The staccato sounds of the rhythmic ball beating could be heard even over Kyle’s loudest bellows of agony.

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!!

Kyle could see and feel that his balls were turning a bright, angry red and swelling to even more massive proportions under the unbelievably brutal assault, yet they remained intact. The Ghost had been correct in his assessment — Kyle did indeed have a ridiculously tough set of stones, and though the abuse was starting to soften them up nicely, those twin gonads were made of some stern stuff.

WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!! WHAPIDDA!!

After nearly ten continuous minutes of having his prized jewels used as a sparring bag, the viewer counter on the screen surpassed ten thousand, and Kyle’s throbbing nuts had become his entire world. All he could focus on was the image of his lobster red nuts bouncing around on the screen, and his limp cock similarly jiggling around like some thick, rubbery hose. The young man’s deep voice had grown scratchy and hoarse, and his battle against his metal bindings more weak and worn out. Sweat was pouring off of his magnificently muscular body, making the surface of the plexiglas slick and slippery. Kyle had never known such agony in his entire life, and he wondered how much more he could take before his balls - or his mind - broke.

Then, abruptly, the beyond-brutal beating stopped. Kyle almost didn’t even notice at first, for his big boy balls were now such a nuclear reactor of white hot pain that the absence of fresh punches barely even made a difference. The young man was left panting for breath like he’d been once again sprinting on the treadmill, and he moaned and groaned pitifully as he pressed his handsome face against the plexiglas plate.

The Ghost stepped off to the side and once again cupped Kyle’s now even more obscenely bloated left nut in his hand. Only this time, it wasn’t followed by a gentle squeeze.

“AAAAAHH!! SHIT!! OOOOH!! STOP IT, PLEASE!! PLEASE!!!”

Kyle was hysterical as the Ghost’s strong, lean fingers dug into the tenderized ball meat as his fist tried desperately to completely crush the bloated and swollen bollock. Poor Kyle had a front row seat as the Ghost’s fingers kneaded the lad’s colossally oversized nut like a stress ball. Unlike with his previous attempt to squeeze one of Kyle’s huge balls, the Ghost’s fingers were now sinking far deeper into the traumatized tissues of Kyle’s left nut, causing the huge testicle to deform and bend around the clutching digits.

“OOOH!!!”

Kyle thought he was going to pass out from the sudden shooting agony he felt as the Ghost’s thumb suddenly sank much deeper into the side of his weakening left nut, as if some tough and fibrous membrane had started to give way. Ghost must have felt the same thing, too, because his grip became even tighter and more determined. Kyle’s nuts were insanely tough, but they had just been beaten and pounded non stop, and they just couldn’t take too much more. Kyle’s bruised, battered, and bloated left nut was now grotesquely misshapen within the Ghost’s clenching fist, squeezed into an unnatural shape that no testicle was meant to endure, and looked to be on the very brink of rupturing explosively within this huge nutsac.

“Uh-ho! What’s all this now?” the Ghost said playfully, relaxing his death grip on Kyle’s nearly busted left nut as he was distracted by something new.

Against all that was rational, and despite the inhuman pain radiating from Kyle’s battered bollocks like some miniature sun, the young man’s humongous, flaccid horse cock was starting to swell and grow. Any possibility of a boner should have been utterly wrecked, perhaps even permanently, by the extreme levels of abuse that Kyle’s huge bollocks had received. Yet there was no denying that Kyle’s mighty tool was quickly bloating and unfurling in all of it’s epic majesty. All that the Ghost could figure was that the imminent crushing destruction of the young lad’s gigantic left nut had triggered some sense of self preservation deep in Kyle’s loins, causing his goliath cock to grow hard and ramrod straight in a final attempt to disperse his seed before his manhood was completely destroyed.

Kyle’s mighty schlong was nearly a foot long in its completely flaccid state, but now it was swelling and bloating to almost unimaginably huge dimensions. It plumped thicker and gained at least a couple of inches in length before it even began to defy gravity and start rising upward. The colossal cock was already bigger than anything the Ghost had ever seen before, yet it was still clearly spongy and nowhere near its full size. As the Ghost watched in stunned silence, Kyle’s mega cock just kept on growing and growing, until it finally achieved it’s full, impossible size. Young Kyle was simultaneously embarrassed and proud as his mighty fuck stick bloated to a whopping 16.5 inches in length, with a monstrous girth equal to that of a 40-ounce beer can! Camera views from the front of the bound muscle man were cheated from the full effect, as from that angle all that could be seen was the giant mushroom head of Kyle’s cock looking directly at the camera. But from the various side views, the ridiculous length and equally astounding girth of that massive man weapon could be fully seen and appreciated.

As the gigantic boner reached full tumescence, a shallow upward curve locked into place. Thick, tortured veins ran all up and down that great organ, with a particularly thick and protruding vein running along the entire dorsal length of the colossal shaft. The titanic horse cock looked to be hard as steel, painfully hard in fact, and bobbed gently to the young man’s powerful heartbeat. Kyle’s beautiful cock had gone from pointing straight down in its limp form to parallel to the floor in its now fully rampant state. Even as the Ghost watched, Kyle gave his cock a few automatic, pulsing flexes, causing the huge meat log to throb upward like some great beast and smack against the underside of the plexiglas.

“My God, LOOK at this thing!” Kyle’s masked captor exclaimed, his normally deep and confident voice shaking a little at the edges. “It’s fucking HUGE!!”

The Ghost finally released Kyle’s wounded left nut, which now showed blotches of purple on its deep red surface from where its protective outer walls had started to crack and fail. The goblin-masked villain reach up with both hands to gently stroke, fondle, and caress Kyle’s masterpiece of a cock, worshipping the huge trouser beast. Astoundingly, the Ghost’s large hands could only encompass a fraction of the boner’s titanic mass at one time; it would have taken at least a dozen hands to grip all of that man meat at once, and there might still have been room to spare!

After several long minutes of penile exploration, the Ghost once more addressed the viewing audience and cheerfully said, “I’ve really roughed up this stud’s big man eggs, wouldn’t you say? Most men would have had their nuts reduced to so much pulverized goo after so much abuse, but Kyle’s great big, tough bull balls are still in one piece! Extraordinary! But they’ve been subjected to so much trauma that, despite their incredible strength and endurance, the big muscle stud may already have been rendered sterile. Let’s find out, shall we?”

The Ghost stepped over to the nearby metal table and picked up a strange-looking limp form. It was a pink translucent tube of some rubbery material, perhaps 5 or 6 inches long. As the Ghost stepped toward his victim once again, Kyle could see that the object in his hands was a ‘flesh tube’ of some sort, one of those masturbation devices used to jack off a man’s cock. And just as Kyle couldn’t will his boner to deflate, he knew that he could not prevent the Ghost from jacking off his massive cock.

The Ghost proceeded to slip the pink rubbery tube onto Kyle’s gigantic cock. The hollow tube had to expand dramatically to encompass the stupendous girth of Kyle’s penis, but the lubricated membrane managed to stretch over the massive cock with ease, its clinging warmth enveloping the young man’s cock like a pussy. The tube could fit over no more than a third of the length of Kyle’s colossal cock at one time, but the Ghost was undeterred. He began to slowly stroke the translucent pink tube up and down the stupendous length of Kyle’s gorgeous cock, twisting it gently over the huge mushroom head before stroking it all the way down to the thick base, and then back again. He slowly increased the pace until it was a nice, steady rhythm.

“Ooooh!” Kyle gently moaned as the pleasurable sensations began to build in his loins. He knew that he’d built an unusually huge load in his balls after a couple of days of abstinence, a load that he’d been looking forward to blowing after his evening workout, so he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back the flood gates for long. Deep erotic pleasure washed over him, partially distracting him from the terrible throbbing ache still emanating from both of his huge, wounded nuts. Kyle’s great, rampant cock clearly had a mind of its own, and the young man groaned despite himself as the masturbation sleeve was expertly used on his mighty tool.

“God, I have never before seen a cock like this!” the Ghost said in a breathy whisper, seeming to forget the growing online audience as he continued to frig and fist Kyle’s behemoth bull cock. He was soon using both hands to masturbate Kyle’s titanic meat pole, stroking faster and faster like a human piston.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Kyle’s toes were curling as he could feel a massive load start to boil in his tortured nuts, and he knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The young muscle bull started flexing all of his amazing muscles in an effort to clamp down on his steadily swelling orgasm, but he knew that he was just delaying the inevitable.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Kyle grunted in surprise as he felt a hand gently cup his swollen right nut. His piercing blue eyes flashed to the central computer screen, where he could see that the Ghost had taken one of his hands off of stroking duty to grasp the underside of his dangling goolie. With a sick dread, the young man knew what was about to happen next.

“NO!! NO!! PLEASE!! AAAAAAAHH!!!”

The Ghost unleashed a truly devastating squeeze to Kyle’s right nut, clutching the huge orb tightly in his big, powerful hand. Kyle started to black out from the agony, yet his cock remained rock hard and was starting to twitch and throb in anticipation of the coming load. Ghost kept right on squeezing Kyle’s nut and stroking his cock, and the combination of extreme agony and extreme pleasure was overwhelming to the young college jock.

“PLEASE STOP!!”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Kyle watched in horror on the screen as the Ghost’s fingers began to deflate and deform the giant ball in his vise-like grip. The titanic teste was being squeezed so brutally hard it felt like it was going to burst at any moment, but the Ghost’s fist kept right on squeezing and squeezing. The wet slurping sounds of the masturbation sleeve stroking Kyle’s 16.5 inches of bull cock married with the sound of young man’s animal-like bellows and screams of agony created a sort of music to the Ghost’s ears.

‘50,000 VIEWERS’

Kyle knew his nut was about to explode and that there was nothing he could do to stop it. At the same time, the Ghost could feel the trapped nut attempting to retract into the young man’s insanely muscular body as it prepared to fire off its mammoth load.

“OOOoooooohh!!” Kyle’s breath exploded in one long exhale.

The young man’s mighty cock shot off a spectacular glob of cum, an unbroken rope of sperm that had to be 5 or 6 feet long, that lashed across the steel table and splattered onto the floor in a big, gooey line. A second massive jet of cum followed moments later, even longer and thicker and bigger than the first, followed by a third rope that was bigger still, striking the cement wall at least a dozen feet away!

What followed was the single greatest orgasm ever caught on video. So much splooge was blasting forth from Kyle’s throbbing and thundering cock that it looked like his bulky, bloated balls were completely emptying their contents onto the table, the far wall, and the floor below. The Ghost released his grip on the young man’s tortured right nut to bring both hands to bear once again on masturbating the young man’s massive tool, coaxing more and more spunk out of the handsome young muscle man. Pulse after pulse after lush pulse of extremely thick spunk kept pumping out of the young man’s quivering cock, making a huge slippery mess of everything within range of his monster cock.

“Well I guess that proves one thing!” the Ghost happily exclaimed as he kept right on pumping Kyle’s orgasming cock. “This stud’s freakishly huge bull balls are indeed still fully functional! God DAMN!! Have you ever SEEN so much cum blast from one guy before?! Jesus, this kid is a walking SPERM FACTORY!!”

Kyle’s colossal orgasm seem to rage on forever. In fact, it wasn’t until the 18th or 19th mammoth cum blast that the size of Kyle’s wads finally began to decrease. And even then, it took more than a dozen steadily decreasing pulses of thick and gloopy spunk before Kyle’s muscular loins finally ran dry.

But the Ghost didn’t even pause in his masturbation of Kyle’s massive tool. Instead, he continued to milk the young man’s recently spent cock with all the same speed and vigor as before. The pleasure of the rubbery hand job quickly grew to excruciating levels, and the young man began screaming and begging for the Ghost to stop. But his assailant didn’t slow in the slightest, apparently determined to pull even more spunk out of his swollen, aching, throbbing bull nuts.

It was only a few minutes later when the Ghost got his wish, striking oil for the second time. Kyle’s huge cock swelled larger still, if that was even possible, the skin enveloping his rampant schlong stretched tight as a drum, before it began firing off its second load.

Astoundingly, even though he had cum just minutes before, Kyle’s second load proved to be nearly as powerful and voluminous as the first, painting even more thick lines of prime young stud cum on the wall, table, and floor in front of him. The young man screamed and moaned throughout his second forced orgasm, the excruciating sensations having gone far past pleasure into something more resembling pain. This time, it was around the 12th or 14th massive streamer of hot, sticky jizz before the size of Kyle’s wads began to diminish, and they quickly tapered off after only 6 or 8 more steadily weaker pulses of ‘boygurt’.

And STILL the Ghost didn’t slow in his relentless milking of the young man’s tortured loins. The furious jacking caused Kyle’s bruised and purpling balls to bounce wildly in their bag, adding to their throbbing pain as they struggled to cough up even more spunk into the Ghost’s demanding fists. The young man was now openly sobbing, the post-orgasmic milking causing his overstimulated penis to swell even larger still, its skin stretched to a glassy sheen and looking like his great, protuberant cock might actually split in half! Kyle’s monstrous cock had to measure at least 17.5 inches in length now, possibly even 18 inches, and was nearly as thick as the young man’s muscle-corded forearm!

It took a full 5 minutes before Kyle hit his third orgasm, which felt like a freight train crashing into his heaving nuts. His huge, battered balls visibly convulsed and contracted in their pouch as they tried to squeeze out even more juice to satisfy the Ghost’s voracious appetite. The first two or three jets were huge and powerful, nearly striking the far wall to join their brothers. The consistency of Kyle’s splooge was now more milky and far less thick than before, however, providing evidence that the young man’s massive and heroically virile bollocks were finally starting to run out of ammunition. After the first few huge streams, though, Kyle’s orgasm quickly tapered off, with no more than another half dozen weaker spurts burping out of the young man’s terminally bonerized cock.

And STILL the Ghost refused to cease milking the young man’s raped and tortured loins!! Kyle was writhing and bucking as much as his steel restraints allowed, his massive muscles flexing and bulging in terrific relief. The devastatingly handsome young stud was now reduced to incoherent babbles punctuated by screams and moans, his mind so clouded with pain that he could no longer formed words.

Kyle’s cock was starting to glow and angry red from the prolonged and violent frigging, but refused to grow the least bit soft. In fact, the young man’s cock was now so freakishly bloated and hard that it might never go down, this side of death! Still, the young stud’s humongous cock was faring far better than his beleaguered and overworked balls, which were now so bruised and battered and swollen that they didn’t even look human anymore. Nevertheless, those two huge gonads were valiantly trying to muster up even more seminal fluids as the Ghost continued to pump and pummel his bloated and aching cock.

Kyle’s voice had long since grown hoarse and cracked from all of the screaming and yelling, yet he continued to utter deep, thunderous bellows of animal agony as his rape continued. Minute after minute ticked by with agonizing slowness, but there was no reprieve for Kyle. The Ghost just kept on pumping his diamond hard stallion cock, all but rubbing it raw in his exuberance.

After more than 10 minutes, though, no additional loads were forthcoming, and the Ghost was getting ready to give up. But then Kyle began bucking his hips, violently slamming his narrow, muscular crotch against the plexiglas plate and thrusting his cock even harder against the pistoning hands of his captor. The Ghost smiled beneath his goblin mask, knowing that he would indeed be able to coax one last load from the young stud’s unbelievably virile loins.

The veins coursing up and down the colossal shaft of Kyle’s cock were now standing out so thick and hard that they looked like they would burst right out of the skin. The handsome young jock was masculine perfection, and his cock was a masterpiece to manhood. The Ghost couldn’t take his eyes off of the magnificent, majestic schlong as he frigged that big cock faster than ever, eager to drive Kyle over the edge one last time.

With a primal scream, all of Kyle’s great muscles bulged and flexed simultaneously, and his monstrous cock began to throb and pulse with more raw power than ever before. But nothing was spurting or spraying forth! Was Kyle’s well of virility already completely empty?

One, two, three mighty throbs, and not a single drop of fluid issued forth from the swollen, distended piss slit at the tip of Kyle’s fist-sized cock head. Four, five, six epic throbs, the young man’s pouty dick lips puckering like that of a fish out of water. Seven, eight, nine powerful throbs…

On the tenth mighty throb, a short but powerful gush of watery fluid blasted forth. The fluid had the color and consistency of potato water, containing a mere fraction of the potent sperm that had been flush and prolific in the young man’s previous loads. A second gush, and then a third, smaller than before. What followed was a a weak and watery trickle of thin seminal fluids, drooling forth with none of the power or intensity of Kyle’s first three loads. And after another 15 or 20 seconds, even that watery drool ceased. Kyle’s heroic bull nuts were now well and truly bone dry!

After the better part of half an hour relentlessly jacking Kyle’s colossal cock, the Ghost finally ceased his ministrations. He shucked the cum-slickened rubbery sleeve off of the young man’s terminally bloated cock and threw the soiled device toward one of the corners of the room, narrowly missing one of his tripod-mounted cameras in the process.

“Now THAT was a show!!” the Ghost exclaimed. “Congratulations, Kyle. I’ve never even DREAMED of meeting a man as virile and powerful as you, and I’m sure I never will again for as long as I live. Thank you for sharing your beauty with me.”

Addressing his online audience, the Ghost then said, “That was one for the record books, folks! I’d estimate that there’s at least a couple of QUARTS of prime stud spunk littering the room! Just imagine the godlike children that a man like this could have fathered. Women would have paid premium prices for just an ounce of this precious fluid. Such a shame that this young man’s family line is going to end here…”

The Ghost once again began staring at the young man’s still rock hard, 18-inch cock and heavy, dangling bull balls, openly in awe of the sheer and unbelievable SIZE of the handsome stud’s sexual equipment. He seemed to consider what he was seeing for several long moments before muttering, “Hmm, I wonder…”

Without warning, the Ghost grabbed the long neck of Kyle’s dangling scrotum with both hands, squeezing his aching, throbbing nuts down to the very bottom of their bag, and then took a small leap into the air. Kyle watched the screen in front of him with horror, and didn’t even have time to scream before gravity started pulling his assailant back toward the ground.

The masked man had to weigh a good 190 to 200 pounds, far smaller than the titanically muscular Kyle, but still far heavier than any weight a man’s nuts were designed to carry. The skin of the young man’s scrotum was highly elastic, and was stretched to nearly twice its normal 6-inch dangle in mere moments. But the tough and powerful cords and cables connecting Kyle’s twin tanks of virility to his body were not nearly so supple, and they jerked the Ghost’s body to a violent stop.

It was then that Kyle found his voice once more, and he uttered his loudest, most deafening, and most gut wrenching bellow of agony yet. Miraculously, Kyle’s mighty bollocks were not instantly torn from his heaving body, but instead somehow found the strength and resilience to hold on, despite the dead weight of his assailant hanging from them. Kyle’s nuts had been instantly stretched to a massive 10 inches from his straining crotch, and even as the Ghost watched from his gently swaying and rotating perch, that stretch continued to very slowly but inexorably increase.

The pain was greater than anything else that Kyle had yet suffered. It felt like his very guts were about to be torn out through his crotch, and the ungodly strain on the young man’s balls felt like they might explode inside their sack, finishing the work that the Ghost’s punching fists and squeezing hands had started.

The scene on the computer screens looked positively unreal. The Ghost was hanging just a few inches off the ground, being held up only by the cords, cables, and narrow tube of skin that connected Kyle’s herculean balls to his gloriously muscular body. The pair looked like some sort of twisted and macabre version of a children’s playground toy.

Kyle’s deafening roar of agony continued as his balls slowly dropped further and further, stretching toward oblivion. Stretch marks were starting to appear in his scrotum, and he could feel the tough but delicate nut cords start to tear and give. As undeniably powerful as the young man’s bull balls had proven to be, even they weren’t designed to endure such horrific abuse, and Kyle knew that they would tear loose from their fleshy tethers at any moment.

For his part, the Ghost was reveling in the irreparable damage that he knew he was inflicting on Kyle’s amazing young sex organs. He gazed upward at the tremendous length of Kyle’s ultimate horse cock, and was amazed that the huge tool was STILL hard as a rock, and even now throbbing mightily like it was readying itself for another load. Kyle’s balls had rapidly descended to 11 inches, and then 12 inches, where they seemed to refuse to drop any further. The young man’s mighty nut cords were all stretched to the breaking point, and threatened to snap at any moment.

“PLEEEEEEEEASE!!!”

The Ghost suddenly released his death grip on Kyle’s stretched out nutsac and fell the few inches to the ground. The humongous nuts immediately rebounded upward like they were at the end of a stretched rubber band, and then tumbled back toward the earth. Their fall finally halted a full 8 inches from the base of his crotch, far longer than their previous dangle, and a tiny corner of Kyle’s pain-wracked mind wondered if that stretch would be permanent. But that thought was immediately followed by the realization that he’d never get the chance to find out, for he was certain that he would soon be losing his precious manhood, if not his very life.

The rush of blood coming back into the dangling organs was nearly as painful as the pulling. It was so overwhelming Kyle didn’t notice that Ghost had fetched the tennis-racket-sized fly swatter from the table and was standing under him again. The Ghost held the fly swatter to the cameras so that his viewers — and Kyle — could see that it wasn’t just an ordinary fly swatter. This was an electrified fly zapper, and once that had been hyper charged to deliver shocks that were orders of magnitude greater than what was given by an ordinary fly swatter.

Kyle pleaded as Ghost hovered the zapper dangerously close to his dangling nut sack. Closer and closer. Hovering over first one behemoth ball then the other.

Kyle’s body tensed in anticipation, but he couldn’t prepare himself for the sharpness and immediacy of the pain once the swatter finally touched skin.

ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!!

Kyle screamed as Ghost alternated the zapper from nut to nut, over and over. The jolt was much, much stronger than a regular bug zapper, and each mammoth orb convulsed so violently on contact that they appeared to be dancing in their sack. But Ghost was only tapping each nut quickly, not letting the zapper linger too long.

ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!!

“Oh boy! This is so much fun! Just LOOK at those big balls dance!” the Ghost gleefully exclaimed.

ZZZZZT-ZZZZZT-ZZZZZT-ZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!

Ghost pressed the zapper to Kyle’s battered and bruised left nut and held it there. Kyle was in such a world of unbelievable hurt, all he could do was drool, his mouth open in a silent ‘O’ as he watched his big nut being roasted alive on the screen in front of him. The enormous ball rolled and shook in the bag so violently it looked like the convulsions alone was going to blow it apart.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!

A minute passed. Then two...

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!

The left side of Kyle’s meat-bloated sack was starting to turn a blackish red, smoke rising from the zapper as the Ghost held the device firm. Finally, after three minutes, Ghost threw down the zapper and resumed to use Kyle’s dangling, swollen, and incredibly bruised ballsack as a punching bag.

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

Kyle continued to drool and scream as the Ghost worked to turn his big strong balls into paste.

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!

“UNNH!! NO!! STOP!! PLEEEEEEASE!!!”

But Ghost clearly wasn’t going to stop until there was nothing left of Kyle’s gorgeous testicles but useless, lumpy mush. The fists came so rapidly, it didn’t seem human, and Kyle could feel himself starting to pass out.

SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!!SPLAT!

SPLECH-SPLOTCH!!!

Kyle could feel something break on the left side of his sack after a particularly violent one-two punch targeting his greatly weakened left nut. Kyle’s powerful jaw erupted in pain as it opened so wide in a scream he thought he had broken it. As he screamed, a horrified Kyle could see that the round, ovoid shape of his once-perfect left nut had been broken. It looked more oblong now, and perhaps a little lumpy, and seemed to be sagging even lower than the right. The Ghost noticed, too, and with a wide smile visible from beneath the bottom of his goblin mask, he proceeded to focus all his subsequent punches on just the swelling, battered, crumbling left side of Kyle’s scrotum.

SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLOTCH!! SPLAT!! SPLOOSH!!

Kyle wailed, but couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. His left testicle was toast, or soon would be. The huge, sexy organ had cracked in its sack and was now being methodically pulverized. Kyle couldn’t believe that his amazing studly package was slowly being totally destroyed right before his eyes!

SPLOTCH!! CRUNCH!! SCRUNCH!! BLECH!! SPLOOOOSH!!

Kyle could feel every moment of his valiant left nut being reduced to rubble, and he was amazed that it hadn’t completely shattered already. It wasn’t far off from doing just that, though, and the young man braced himself for the explosive loss of his first testicle.

The Ghost stopped punching and wrapped his left hand around the neck of Kyle’s left nut, isolating the cracked and crumbling orb on the left side of his sack. His right hand then formed a fist, which he cocked back before addressing the crowd once more. “What a waste, right?” the Ghost said into one of the cameras, smiling as he prepared to throw the punch that would be guaranteed to obliterate the stud’s trapped nut.

Suddenly, a high-pitched screeching alarm began to sound. The viewer count on the central monitor reached a peak of 207,878, froze for several seconds, and then began to drop even faster than it had risen. Kyle could have sworn he heard a flurry of activity somewhere in the distance behind the unseen door in the rear wall, and confusion was writ large across his handsome, exhausted, pain-wracked features.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” the Ghost said in a laughing voice, though he was clearly annoyed. “It looks like we’ve been caught again, kids. But don’t worry, I’ve saved the best for last!!”

A count down timer appeared on the top right of the screen.

05:00

04:59

Ghost hastily made his way to the metal table and fetched some more equipment. He placed a sturdy metal filing cabinet beneath Kyle’s dangling goods, and then placed a stainless steel blender on top of the cabinet. The blender was a typical household model, the kind often used for making smoothies and protein drinks, and it would have looked harmless and innocuous if not for its placement directly beneath Kyle’s impossibly low-hanging balls.

Kyle was in such a fog of pain and so confused by the klaxon of alarms that he didn’t immediately notice what the Ghost was doing. But his attention was immediately captured when he felt the Ghost’s strong hands once again gripping his horrifically aching testicles, and he could only watch helplessly on the screens in front of him as the Ghost stuffed both massive testicles into the large glass container.

Even at their normal size, Kyle’s huge balls were so large that they would have been a tight fit in the container; now that they had swollen to truly freakish dimensions from all of the trauma and abuse, the Ghost had to use a lot of muscle to cram and stuff the huge bull nuts into the large glass jar. Fortunately for the Ghost, the extreme pummeling he had given Kyle’s balls had softened them up tremendously. They were no longer the extremely firm and solid sex glands of a mere hour previous. Now, they were positively mushy, which allowed them to distort and bend in order to fit within the glass container.

Once Kyle realized what was happening, he became beyond hysterical, and he began thrashing with renewed vigor, utterly desperate to break free and save his treasured bollocks from their impending doom. But the Ghost, knowing just how ferociously strong his captive college jock really was, had made the manacles specially reinforced — even Kyle’s phenomenal strength couldn’t hope to break them.

There on the screen, Kyle could see both of his huge, heavy nuts stuffed into the glass mixing chamber, filling almost every square centimeter of that glass container to capacity. Perversely, Kyle’s cock was as massive and bone solid as ever, a foot-and-a-half long masterpiece of manhood…that was about to become completely useless with the loss of his huge testicles. Terror unlike anything Kyle had ever known made his blood run cold, and a fresh sheen of sweat was soon covering his magnificent body as he watched helplessly while the Ghost finished his preparations.

With his huge nuts firmly and violently crammed into the glass container, the Ghost took the plastic lid and slammed it roughly on top, pressing the huge nuts even more completely into the mixing chamber. Kyle cried out in fresh pain as his nearly wrecked left ball was impaled upon one of the three sharp blades at the base of the container, while the other two blades pressed precariously into his bruised, battered, but still slightly less injured right ball. A small amount of blood trickled out of the puncture in Kyle’s left ball into the bottom of the mixing chamber, causing the young man’s stunning blue eyes to grow wide with terror.

The lid trapped Kyle’s huge balls within the death chamber of the glass mixing container, with the long neck of his stretched out scrotum leading back from the edge of the container all the way up to the lad’s lean and muscular groin. The lid was cinching down painfully hard on the vital cords and cables connecting those magnificent bollocks to his body, but enough of a gap remained that the blood flow to his mighty nuts wasn’t completely cut off.

03:30

03:29

The Ghost simply stepped back and let the visual linger on the screen for his many online viewers all over the world. Cameras were focused on Kyle from many different angles, soaking in his extraordinary beauty, his extreme distress, and the imminent and immediate danger to his epic manhood. Every few heartbeats, Kyle’s mighty truncheon of a cock would give a pulsing lurch and smack heavily into the underside of the plexiglas platform. For all the world, it looked like the handsome young college jock was actually EXCITED to have his huge bull nuts blended into soup, despite his continuous pleas for mercy.

02:00

01:59

“NO! NO! PLEASE! NO!” Kyle continued to babble in his deep, scream-roughened voice to an unhearing and uncaring Ghost. His brilliant blue eyes remained locked on the screen in front of him, however, staring at the image of the mixing chamber stuffed to near bursting almost 10 pounds of prime, grade-AAA man meat. Meat that was about to be turned into jock puree.

The mixing cup was barely large enough to hold Kyle's meaty genitals. His nuts were pressed against the glass and his cock was folded onto itself. Virtually every square inch of space in the mixing chamber was stuffed with nuts and sausage and Kyle knew they were about to be turned into jock puree.

01:00

00:59

The seconds continued to tick by, and Kyle’s heart was hammering so hard in his mighty chest that he would have sworn it could be hear by the viewers online. Speaking of viewers, the twisted visual must have been enough to keep the 99,870 remaining viewers watching the show from logging off from the compromised data stream as the number of viewers stopped dropping and actually began to climb again.

00:30

00:29

All Kyle could focus on were the two impossibly meaty balls crammed into a blender that were about to be pulped into one helluva protein shake. There they were, damaged and depleted, battered and burned, mushy and bruised, cracked and cut, but otherwise still whole, still hale, still alive. And in a matter of seconds, they were going to be reduced to an unrecognizable, unidentifiable goop. But despite the sick visual of so much man meat in peril, despite knowing that he was just seconds away from being turned into a nutless eunuch, Kyle couldn’t tear his eyes away from the images on the screen. It was the same compulsion that kept people looking at train wrecks and horrible car accidents despite the carnage. He knew he was about to witness every moment of his destruction.

00:20

00:19

“NOOOOO!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!! PLEEEEASE!! HAVE MERCY ON ME!! PLEEEEASE!!”

Kyle bucked and thrashed more wildly than ever before, and the Ghost could actually hear the steel manacles groaning and protesting under the young muscular titan’s enormous strength. One of the Ghost’s eyebrows quirked for a moment beneath his goblin mask, fearing that one or more of the bindings might actually snap under the young man’s extraordinary struggles, but he breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the heavy steel manacles held. Young Kyle could thrash and bellow all he liked, but his entire ballbag remained firmly in the blender.

00:15

00:14

The Ghost held one long, slender finger over the various button settings on the blender’s base, taunting Kyle’s doomed nuggets as his finger danced over the various options. His finger hovered briefly over the ‘ICE CRUSH’ button before moving on to the ‘STIR’, ‘GRIND’, and ‘BLEND’ options…

00:13

00:12

00:11

The cruel masked man’s finger danced over the ‘BEAT’, ‘PULSE’, ‘MASH’, and ‘SHRED’ buttons, but kept moving onward. Kyle’s blue eyes grew wider and wider with each possible selection…

00:10

00:09

00:08

The Ghost’s finger kept on moving, hovering over ‘CHOP’, ‘WHIP’, and ‘PUREE’ in quick succession, but still moving on…

00:07

00:06

The Ghost smiled behind his mask as his finger finally stopped on the very last option — ‘LIQUIFY’.

Kyle’s heart was lodged in his throat, and he was too terrified to scream. His traitorous cock, on the other hand, was now rhythmically pulsing with each thunderous heartbeat, smacking against the plexiglas in a steady drum beat, as if counting down the final seconds to his own unmanning.

00:05

00:04

00:03

00:02

Kyle let out a bellow so tremendous, so deep and guttural, the sound seemed to startle even the Ghost. At that same moment, a magnificent pulse of cum erupted from the young man’s quaking bull cock, thick and lush with freshly-made sperm and colliding with awe inspiring force against the far wall with a very loud SPLAT!

00:01

CLICK!