Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories: Scrambled Eggs

The following story is yet another adaptation of a tale from the incomparable Sack Stomper. It's a stand-alone story, and I have no current intentions for any follow up chapters -- in this case, I prefer for your minds to ponder what punishments may yet befall the mighty, massive nuts of the hunky, hulky muscle stud. :)

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Scrambled Eggs

Based on an original story by Ghost Writer (aka Sack Stomper)

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To everyone in town, ‘Two Guys and a Spatula’ was a pleasant, community-oriented, 1950’s themed diner that had, since its opening six years ago, held its own against the big box breakfast-all-day restaurants that seemed to pop all over the region. The logo on the restaurant’s sign showed two cartoon men, one holding an enormous egg and the other cracking it with a comically large spatula, with the contents falling into a frying pan. It was indeed a quintessential ‘ma-and-pa’ operation, at least from the outside.

However, tension had been building behind the scenes of ‘Two Guys’ for months. The ‘two guys’ were the co-owners, Nathan and Josh, who had been best friends since their college days. Both had majored in business and had started the restaurant on a whim right out of college, and its phenomenal success had caught them both off guard. But now, Nathan was ready to branch out from the breakfast-all-day concept, while Josh lived by the adage ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’ and wanted to keep their restaurant unchanged. The tensions had started slowly with backroom squabbling, but had since escalated over the months to more and more frequent clashes and fights, no doubt because the men spent more than ten hours a day working and running the restaurant in close quarters.

In many ways, the two young men were a study in contrasts. Both were 28 years old, very athletic, and extremely handsome, but that was about where the similarities ended.

Josh was of slightly above average height and build, standing 5 feet, 10 inches tall and weighing a lean and muscular 190 pounds. He had played soccer in high school and college, and he had maintained his athleticism in the years since then, keeping his solid and impressively lean physique. His black hair, worn short, contrasted nicely with his fair skin and ruddy cheeks, speaking to his Irish heritage. His sky blue eyes were focused and serious, for Josh was by far the more stern and driven of the pair.

If Josh was only slightly above average in size, then Nathan was a beast. Standing just over 6 feet, 4 inches tall and weighing a monstrous 285 pounds of pure, chiseled, battle-hardened muscle, Nathan had been a star linebacker in both high school and college, and had turned down what could have been a highly lucrative career in the NFL to go into business with his best friend instead. Nathan had never regretted not going into professional football, but nor had he given up on athletics and fitness, for he still went to the gym every day and maintained an enormously muscular and spectacularly defined physique that would have been the envy of most professional bodybuilders. Thick brown hair framed a face that was classically handsome, with a powerful jawline, strong and prominent chin, and stunning blue eyes. Nathan was the more friendly and outgoing of the two men, quick to laugh and always ready to engage his customers in conversation. Though his height and muscular size could be intimidating, Nathan was really just a teddy bear, and by far the more approachable of the two young men.

Nathan and Josh had become friends Freshman year of college, when by chance they were assigned to be roommates together in the dorms. They had remained best friends and roommates ever since, which had served them well until recently. The stress of running a successful business, combined with their differing opinions on the future direction of their company, had started putting them at odds with each other, creating a friction in their friendship that had never been there before.

Josh in particular had grown resentful of Nathan, who he felt was not only not putting in as much time at work as him, but was now also trying to tinker with ‘Two Guys’. Josh also felt that the restaurant had been more his dream than Nathan’s, and he subsequently felt more ownership for the business than his big best friend. Nathan, on the other hand, was becoming offended by Josh’s seemingly senseless opposition to all of his ideas since the beginning, especially since it was Nathan who had put up most of the starting cash.

And all of these tensions were about to come to a head.

That day had been an especially hectic Sunday, and the last customers hadn’t left the diner until nearly five in the afternoon. To make matters worse, several of their staff were out with the flu, and Nathan and Josh had to go out serving meals, pouring coffee, and refilling mimosas themselves instead of working on payroll and inventory in the office.

When the last staffer had finally gone home about an hour later, Josh exhaustedly plopped down into the chair in the office and let out a resounding sigh. Josh’s powerful biceps bulged in the sleeves of his short-sleeved, white button up shirt as he ran a hand through his short black hair and began to analyze the payroll spreadsheets in front of him. They had fallen behind on their bookkeeping for the week, which Josh blamed on Nathan’s obsession with daily visits to the gym. The files were needed by their accountant first thing Monday morning, and the task before Josh was daunting. Josh quickly became so involved in his computer screen that, when Nathan finally entered the office some 20 minutes later, Josh didn’t even look up or acknowledge his presence.

“Hey there Josh!” Nathan greeted his friend and business co-owner as the big man started filing away some binders on an upper shelf.

“Don’t ‘Hey Josh’ me!” Josh roared in reply, slamming the lid of his laptop closed and turning to glare at his business partner. Nathan was so stunned by his outburst that he froze in place, blue eyes going wide in surprise. As Josh glared at his friend, he was struck for the ten thousandth time by just how big the guy was. Not just tall, but built, too, one of the biggest guys Josh had ever seen. The short-sleeved white shirt and gray slacks of their uniform looked painted on Nathan’s massively muscular body, and he didn’t so much ‘wear’ the clothes as ‘model’ them.

“Damn! What’s your problem, Josh!?” Nathan asked in startled surprise.

“My problem?!” an angry Josh responded as he stood up quickly and walked from behind the desk. “It’s you! Walking around here and acting like you own the place!”

Josh was now standing inches from the much larger man, all but yelling in his face as he threw down a document on the adjacent desk. It was a quote from a vendor for various items relating to a potential new business venture called ‘Two Guys and Lunch’.

Nathan looked down at the document and blushed a bit in embarrassment, but he stood his ground as he calmly replied, “Yes, I’ve been collecting price quotes to see what it might cost if we expanded to include a lunch menu as well. I know you don’t like the idea, but if you’d just look at the business plan I’ve put together…”

“And!? I TOLD you that the lunch thing is a non starter!” Josh replied dismissively.

“See?! There you go again, Josh!” Nathan replied, the first hint of anger creeping into his deep baritone voice. “You’re acting like you’re the only one here! We own this business together, and I think we need to at least discuss expansion options! And don’t think our employees haven’t been telling me all of the things you’ve been saying about me behind my back!”

“Well if you don’t like it, Nathan, then you can piss the fuck off!” Josh was yelling at this point, and clearly the proverbial gloves had come off. Months of pent up anger and frustration were coming out all at once.

Nathan visibly bristled at Josh’s harsh words, and the big man took an aggressive step forward, forcing Josh to take a step backward until he felt the back of his legs come up against the desk. The big man raised one of his muscular arms and pointed a finger right in Josh’s face, saying, “Now listen here…!”

Without warning, something snapped inside Josh. He never really consciously admitted it to himself, but Josh had always been deeply jealous of Nathan. Josh was tall, strong, and handsome, but Nathan was taller, stronger, and even more gorgeous. Josh could be charming and personable and had had more than his share of attention from the fairer sex, but Nathan’s easy going personality and natural charm made everyone he met simply love him, and the amount of attention he effortlessly got from women (and even men) was legendary. Hell, even when it came to their genitalia, Nathan outstripped Josh in every possible way! Josh was very well hung, with a thick 9-inch cock and big juicy balls the size of a pair of ripe kiwi fruits. But Nathan was hung like some sort of fucking Neanderthal! The big dude’s cock was longer and thicker completely limp than Josh’s biggest and hardest boner, and when hard was a true trouser beast, measuring just over 15 monstrously thick inches in length! Nathan’s behemoth bollocks were possibly even more impressive than his cock, for each dense and weighty orb was easily as big as an extra large grapefruit! Even though he had his pants specially tailored with extra room in the groin, Nathan’s prominent and pornographic bulge was unmistakeable.

Josh’s long-standing jealousy combined with his current feelings of resentment and anger, boiling into a white-hot rage at his long-time friend and business partner. The massively muscular bull of a man was right in Josh’s face at this point, their bodies just inches apart from each other, and Josh suddenly reacted to the larger man’s presence without a conscious thought.

Josh’s right knee shot up like a bolt of lightning, slamming directly into Nathan’s exposed crotch and cutting the big guy off in mid sentence. The smaller man could feel his bony knee connect squarely with one of Nathan’s fist-sized nuts, crushing the huge orb against his rock solid pelvis. Nathan’s brilliant blue eyes shot open wide first in surprise, and then in agony, as the impact caused an explosion of pain in his wounded nut.

A fury unlike anything he had ever felt before gripped Josh, his big bicep and thick neck muscles trembling, his mind unable to even find the words to express his sudden rage and hatred toward his former best friend. In quick succession, Josh sent two more devastating knee lifts into Nathan’s unprotected crotch, feeling the huge bulging mass of Nathan’s huge defenseless eggs being flattened against the studly man’s muscular groin each time. The additional two low blows knocked the wind out of the bigger man, causing him to drop heavily to his knees, his huge hands protecting his battered balls and a look of anguish, confusion, and shock on his devastatingly handsome face.

“Oh God! Why, Josh?! Why?!” Nathan managed to croak out in a hoarse voice, cradling his screaming bollocks in both hands.

A furious Josh picked up his laptop from the table and, with a powerful swing, slammed the computer into the side of the kneeling man’s head. Plastic and glass cracked and shattered as the computer exploded against the side of Nathan’s head, knocking the huge man backward onto the floor and leaving him temporarily stunned. Josh stood over the felled giant, his nostrils flaring and his chest heaving as he swallowed great gulps of air. His business partner lay stunned and spread eagled on the floor, a trickle of blood running down his handsome face from a small cut above his left eye. The assault with the computer had dazed him, but Josh knew what an insanely tough man Nathan was and that he would be recovering from the head blow quickly, so he immediately pressed his advantage.

“You son of a bitch!” Josh yelled and he stomped his work shoes over and over again onto Nathan’s prominent and impossible-to-miss crotch bulge, using his soccer-honed legs to inflict brutal pain onto his fallen partner. Nathan writhed and bellowed in pain as blow after blow rained down upon his trouser-clad cock and balls, and when he tried to cover his screaming crotch with his big hands, Josh merely stomped on them as well, forcing Nathan to literally crush his own gonads with his huge hands.

“Josh! Josh stop! Please!” Nathan cried between boot stomps, his blue eyes filled with agony and fear, but his former friend paid him no heed, focusing instead on trying to end the muscle man’s family line right then and there. Josh smirked as a particularly violent kick caused Nathan to let out an agonized howl, his massive left nut flattened to a fraction of its normal width against the solid muscular wall of his crotch.

After what had to be at least three or four dozen wicked boot stomps onto Nathan’s rapidly swelling junk, Josh planted a powerful kick into Nathan’s corrugated washboard midsection, once again knocking the wind out of him. He followed that up with a kick to the fallen muscle man’s left temple, right where he’d previously struck the man with his shattered laptop. The force of the kick knocked the man’s handsome head violently to the side, and his beautiful blue eyes rolled back in his head. Big Nathan was now unconscious.

Josh panted with effort and fury as he gazed down at his fallen partner. Blood was still trickling from the superficial cut on the handsome man’s forehead, and the ridiculously oversized mound of his crotch was swelling even larger still after all of the trauma inflicted upon it. The pale gray of Nathan’s slacks was also now soiled and dirty all over and around the big man’s crotch from Josh’s shoes, and the dark-haired man grunted with satisfaction at the various dirty shoe prints he’d left all over the front of those bulging pants.

Josh dropped to his knees between Nathan’s massively muscular thighs, eager to see what damage he had caused to his partner’s enormous package. He quickly unbuttoned the unconscious man’s pants and violently ripped them down to his knees. As usual, the big guy wasn’t wearing any underwear (less out of a desire to ‘go commando’, and more out of an inability to find underwear with a pouch large and strong enough to contain his oversized goods), so his gargantuan cock and balls tumbled out into the open air for Josh’s inspection.

Josh had always been secretly in awe of Nathan’s beyond-prodigious manhood. The muscle man’s equine cock and bovine balls were simply so huge, so powerful, so overwhelmingly virile and masculine that they often made Josh feel like a tiny-dicked wimp in comparison. As he now gazed down upon Nathan’s naked junk, Josh could see that they were looking considerably worse for wear, but were still damn impressive. The limp 10+ inches of Nathan’s heroically huge dick had a few red marks and welts marring its long and generous shaft, but it looked otherwise unharmed, having escaped the bulk of the boot stomps. But Nathan’s behemoth bull balls were another matter entirely. Both fist-sized orbs were an angry dark red with hints of the blue and purple bruises that would soon be erupting all over them. Now that they had been freed from the tight confines of the young man’s gray slacks, the two balls were also starting to rapidly swell, the traumatized tissues filling with fluids.

Reaching down with both of his large and powerful hands, Josh scooped up both low-hanging balls off the floor, one mammoth testicle in each palm, filling his hands to overflowing with Grade-AAA nut meat. He’d never held his roommate’s balls in his hands before (despite some rumors that had spread across campus back in their old college days, Josh and Nathan had never been lovers; Josh was straight, and while Nathan was fully bisexual, he had never once made any sort of sexual advance on his best friend, not even during the rowdy and often drunken frat parties of those halcyon days), and Josh was amazed by their tremendous weight. The hot, sweaty orbs were even heavier than they looked, and they looked damn heavy indeed! Almost against his will, Josh fondled and caressed both damaged balls, running his thumbs over the vast expanse of their bulk and hefting their surprising weight in his hands. Good GOD but this dude had a huge set of balls!!

The dark haired man gave the twin testes a series of gentle, exploratory squeezes, and he was shocked to discover that though the outer portions of both massive nuts were a bit soft and mushy, they surrounded a very dense and hard inner core. Josh supposed that he shouldn’t have been surprised. He knew that, back when Nathan was playing college ball, he never wore a cup or any other form of protection on the gridiron. There simply wasn’t a cup built big enough to accommodate the freakishly huge mass of his oversized genitals! Josh had attended many of Nathan’s football games, and had personally witnessed the big muscle man take terrible blows to his groin — collisions with big shoulder pads, padded knees, hard helmets, and cleated feet, all driven at great speed by large and strong young men right into Nathan’s unprotected crotch. And every time, the huge muscle man would get right back up, shake off whatever pain he might be feeling, and get right back into the game. Josh supposed that Nathan’s titanic testes must have been as tough and solid as they were huge, and he could only figure that nearly a decade of brutal low blows to his nuts from the football field had only toughened them further.

So while Josh had half expected Nathan’s nuts to have already been reduced to a useless mush (as just about any other man’s delicate and fragile balls would have been by now), he wasn’t entirely surprised to discover that the big man’s big nuggets were still intact and whole…for now…

As he considered what to do next, Josh was surprised to hear the rumble of Nathan’s deep voice once more. “Josh, no…” A weak moan escaped Nathan’s lips as the handsome muscle man began to regain consciousness. He lifted his handsome head off the floor with a great effort, his tear-filled blue eyes locking with Josh’s cold stare and beseeching him to have mercy and stop hurting him. But Josh’s upper lip curled in a half snarl, half sneer, and he squeezed his hands with all of his considerable might.

Nathan threw back his head and bellowed in renewed agony as Josh clutched and crushed his huge baby makers in his strong hands. Josh made sure that he had positioned his thumbs over the central meat of each orb, so that the thick nut beef was compressed as hard as possible by his hands. Nathan appeared too weak and powerless to do anything but scream and weakly writhe in agony as Josh increased the pressure as hard as he could, trying to burst Nathan’s huge nuts with his bare hands! But try as he might, Josh simply couldn’t get the big balls to break. They would deform partway, bending around his clutching fingers and drilling thumbs, but would give no further. Despite the dozens of kicks and boot stomps, Nathan’s balls were still simply too unbelievably tough and solid for Josh to destroy.

After several very long minutes of brutal nut-busting squeezing, Josh released Nathan’s tortured testicles with disgust and let them drop back to the big man’s crotch, only then realizing that the huge muscle stud had passed out again somewhere along the way from the brutal nut pain. The huge orbs immediately plumped back up to their normal oblong shapes and tumbled to the bottom of his enormous nutsack. Nathan’s balls hung so low that the two bruised and wounded balls now fully rested on the cold cement floor. Josh guessed that it wasn’t surprising that a set of balls as freakishly heavy as Nathan’s would also hang so incredibly low — their great weight must be a real drag on his big ball bag!

Josh stood back up, lifted his shoe over the bulging sack of defenseless man eggs, and slammed his foot down with all of his might. Although he had once again passed out, Nathan’s massively muscular body still let an involuntary convulsion. Josh kept his foot planted in Nathan’s huge nuts, crushing them halfway flat, and then started twisting his heel like he was squashing a bug. The dark-haired stud could feel Nathan’s fat nuts squish and roll beneath his grinding foot, causing even more trauma to the twin balls and forcing them to bulge out grotesquely around his invading foot. Josh savored the sensation of having Nathan’s entire future as an intact male beneath his foot, and he lifted up his shoe and slammed it down again. And again. And again and again and again, each time grinding his heel and smooshing Nathan’s soft and pliable nuts against the cold, uncaring, and unyielding floor.

After six full force heel stomps, Josh was sure that he must have done some serious permanent damage to Nathan’s manhood. He knelt down once again and began to roughly massage each ball, feeling for signs of cracked walls, pulverized meat, softening tissues, and any other indications that they were no longer firm. To his great dismay and annoyance, however, Nathan’s big balls were still totally firm and intact. Perhaps a little softer than before, and even more bruised, but otherwise intact! In fact, had it not been for the severe bruising and obvious swelling, Nathan’s balls looked like they were ready for one of his legendary marathon fuck sessions!

An angry Josh stood back up and stomped on Nathan’s naked and defenseless nuts three more times out of sheer hatred and malice. As he lifted his foot and prepared for a fourth blow, his sky blue eyes lit up with another idea. Josh briefly left the office and rummaged around elsewhere in the restaurant, coming back with an armload of various supplies.

With considerable effort, Josh then lifted Nathan beneath his enormous shoulders and half-carried, half-dragged his limp and unresponsive body to a nearby chair, and wrestled the huge muscle man into the seat. It was an oversized chair made of sturdy metal and solid wood, big and strong enough that even Nathan’s phenomenal strength shouldn’t be enough to allow him to break free. Josh worked quickly, fearing that the tough stud could wake up at any moment. He bound the man’s enormously muscular arms behind the back of the chair, and then similarly bound his ankles to the back legs of the chair, leaving Nathan’s huge thighs spread wide open and allowing his huge, pendulous nuts to hang freely off the front of the chair. The man’s humongous limp log of a cock was draped over the stud’s right thigh almost as an afterthought.

Once Nathan was firmly secured in place, Josh retrieved the smelling salts from the emergency first aid kit, and wafted the pungent salts beneath Nathan’s nose. The huge man’s handsome head jerked and he woke up with a start, panic and fear in his wide blue eyes. His mind was still hazy and he was still dazed, but Nathan immediately realized the danger he was in, and once again began begging for Josh to stop hurting him and let him free.

“Josh? Josh! Josh, what are you doing?! Please, man! Let me go! Please don’t hurt me anymore!!”

Josh just ignored him as he grabbed an object off the desk. Nathan’s eyes bugged out in absolute terror as he saw what it was, and he struggled in vain against his tight restraints.

“I wanted you to see this, Nathan,” Josh said with cold hatred in his voice. “I wanted you to be awake while we tested out one of your ridiculous ideas.”

Josh held the ‘Egg Scrambler Pro’ in his hands. The plastic device consisted of both an upper and a lower compartment. The upper compartment was large enough to fit up to half a dozen eggs at a time, and included two large paddles of hard plastic that could rotate in either direction at the press of a button. The lower portion was a collection chamber, and also included two large paddles. The device was advertised as being the perfect egg scrambler. You simply dropped one or more eggs into the upper compartment, closed the lid, and pressed the button. The rapidly spinning paddles would cleanly crack open the eggs, allowing their gooey innards to ooze through a plastic sieve into the lower chamber, where the other two paddles would churn and whip the egg guts into a scramble that was ready for the skillet. It looked great on the informercial, but in practice, the Egg Scrambler Pro actually decimated the egg shells as well, meaning that small pieces of crunchy shell ended up in the mixing chamber and subsequently in the omelet itself. Not to mention the fact that it took almost a full minute for the egg gloop to seep through from one chamber to the next. It was just too slow for commercial use, and too unreliable in allowing egg shell shards to wind up in the scrambled eggs.

But Nathan had been insistent that they invest in one to try it out… and now he was about to get his own demonstration on its effectiveness at laying waste to hens’ eggs!

Josh knelt down and held the Scrambler dangerously close to Nathan’s dangling bull nuts. He slapped the bruised and swollen balls around several times to get them to ponderously and heavily swing from side to side, causing Nathan to wince and tense, fearful of more pain to come. Josh placed an egg, which was a tiny fraction of the size of one of Nathan’s gigantic nuts, into the upper chamber and briefly hit the pulse button. The machine whirred a couple of times and stopped. The egg shell had been cracked but not penetrated completely, allowing just a little bit of the gooey egg innards to ooze out.

“Hmm, looks like it needs a little more time on the spin cycle,” Josh taunted, and then proceeded to press and hold the pulse button. Instead of just spinning once and cracking the egg shell, as designed, the Scrambler’s ‘cracking’ blades spun around again and again and again. The device quickly shattered the egg, slaughtering it and quickly filling the lower chamber with pulverized egg shell and thoroughly scrambled egg.

Poor Nathan was all but hyperventilating at this point, watching the chicken egg get utterly destroyed, and knowing that his own man eggs were next.

“Hey, I guess it works after all! But we should try it again, just to be sure. Maybe with a slightly larger ‘egg’ perhaps…?”

Josh casually dumped the scrambled egg matter onto the floor and viciously grabbed Nathan’s pendulous right nut, violently forcing the oversized orb into the machine. Nathan’s titanic testicles had swollen nearly to the size of ostrich eggs at this point; just cramming one massive gonad into the Egg Scrambler Pro was a struggle, while stuffing in both at the same time was clearly impossible. Nathan hollered and bellowed and pleaded and begged, but Josh just ignored him, his index finger hovering over the pulse button for several moments. Then, with an evil smile on his face, he pressed and held down the button.

The ‘cracking paddle’ spun around and slammed into the side of Nathan’s massive right ball with a loud and beefy ‘SMACK!’ But the huge sex gland proved to be far too large and sturdy to break, so the paddle’s momentum simply stopped. Frustrated, Josh pressed the button again, causing the paddles to reverse direction, and the second cracking paddle to slam into the other side of Nathan’s bruised and swollen nut. SMACK! Encouraged, Josh began to rapidly and rhythmically press the pulse button, causing the large paddles to slam into the sides of Nathan’s screaming ball over and over and over again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Nathan began to bellow and buck wildly as he felt the kitchen gadget begin to lay waste to the right half of his manhood. He never would have guessed that the simple paddles could strike with such brutal and painful force, and his didn’t know how much longer his already damaged and weakened ball could survive.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The huge muscle man bucked and brayed like some wounded animal, his massive muscles bulging and flexing most dramatically in his futile attempt to break free of his bindings. The handsome hunk felt like his huge nut was indeed being systematically pulverized, and he wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised to see his shattered nut guts starting to ooze and drip into the lower chamber.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Josh didn’t even try to mask his delight as he continued the slow destruction of Nathan’s right bollock. “Oh fuck yeah!” he said. “Really laying waste to your freakishly oversized gonad now, Nate! Can you feel that? I’m fucking WRECKING your worthless bull nut!! Half of all of your unborn children are in that chamber, being slowly beaten to death, and there’s NOTHING you can do to stop me!!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Fuck yeah!” Josh exclaimed again. “Almost scrambled! Won’t be long now!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

After more than five minutes of this non-stop assault, Nathan had passed out for the third time, the extreme testicular pain more than even the legendarily tough stud could endure. But Josh kept on going for a few minutes longer, paddling the very life out of Nathan’s swollen right bollock, until his finger was too tired to keep going. Then, with a violent yank, he tore Nathan’s bloated ball out of the Scrambler and threw the device against the wall, where it shattered into numerous pieces.

Josh held up Nathan’s mangled right ball in his clutching hand, fully expecting it to be a pulped and mushy ruin. Thus his surprise was almost complete when his examining fingers found that the huge orb was still intact! Swollen even larger than its brother, and markedly less firm than before, but still alive and whole! Nathan’s humongous bollocks were proving to be well nigh indestructible!!

An incredulous Josh let the battered orb drop back onto the wooden seat of the chair with a meaty ‘SLAP!’ and just stared at it for a few long moments. Some still sane corner of his mind warned him that he’d better stop right now if he wanted his long-time friend to remain an intact male. Nathan’s heavily wounded right nut clearly couldn’t take much more, and was already dangerously close to bursting. This tiny corner of Josh’s mind begged him to consider what he was doing and stop now before it was too late.

A look of cold fury crept over Josh’s handsome face as he quashed that little voice in his head.

On his knees once more, Josh was now eye level with the still unconscious Nathan, drinking in the sight of his defeated and soon to be destroyed business partner. He once again had to grudgingly admit that his roommate and co-owner of his business was a spectacular example of hyper virile manhood, with his stunningly handsome face, absolutely massive and chiseled physique, and surely one of the largest sets of genitals to ever grace a man. Josh’s long-standing jealousy of his bigger and handsomer friend now demanded that he take Nathan out of the gene pool, permanently.

Josh raised his right hand high into the air, formed a tight fist, and slammed it down full force into Nathan’s critically wounded right nut.

WHAM!

Nathan’s handsome face twitched slightly as his giant ball was instantly pancaked to barely half its normal width. He raised his fist up again, watching the huge orb painfully inflate back to its normal oblong egg shape, before slamming his fist down again.

WHAM!

Nathan’s massive chest heaved involuntarily and his muscular arms flexed as the bloated ball, trapped between Josh’s hard fist and the solid, unyielding surface of the chair below, absorbed the full force of the vicious blow. Josh wailed on Nathan’s gigantic nut again and again and again, feeling the massive orb flatten a little more each time.