Castration Warehouse - Part 12 - Finale

Happy Saturday to you all! 

Here is the final installment in the "Castration Warehouse" series. I hope that you all enjoyed the ride! I don't currently have any plans to continue this series with additional "guest stars" (aka. victims), but the possibility is always there. And who knows -- perhaps Jack Samson has some equally gifted brothers or cousins who might somehow find their way into Mitch's ungentle clutches...  ;) 

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Castration Warehouse - Part Twelve

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 

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PART TWELVE — whipping

Jack half feared and half hoped that the five cruel and brutal men were going to castrate him then and there, but he was wrong. In fact, the men spent the next hour or so lounging around, talking and laughing and eating a hardy breakfast that one of the men brought in from outside the enormous room. The young football star was left to hang from his restraints in continuing agony, exhausted and utterly hopeless, as the other naked men paraded around him and largely ignored him. 

Perversely, Jack’s colossal cock remained steel hard and ramrod straight, bloated to dimensions even Jack had never seen before, looking for all the world like it was ready to fuck. Jack had never before felt as ashamed and defeated as he did in that moment, and he silently cursed his humongous cock for betraying him so many times throughout the night and morning. 

Jack’s pulsing bull cock finally caught the attention of one of the men. The curious man retrieved the sperm-drenched measuring tape that had been discarded hours ago in one of the many huge puddles of the young man’s slowly cooling splooge, and then advanced on the bound college jock. While the other men smiled and watched, the goon unfurled the damp fabric down the length of Jack’s titanically tumescent dick. The man’s arrogant smirk turned to a look of stunned surprise as he read aloud the length of Jack’s hyper bloated cock — 16.5 inches! The lad’s monstrous dick had been so terminally aroused by the night’s proceedings that it had gained a full TWO INCHES in length!! 

With slightly trembling hands, the big man started taking other dimension of the young man’s herculean cock, reading the numbers aloud to an appreciative and impressed audience. The purple-hued bulb of the lad’s enormous cock head alone was 3.5 inches long and damn near 10 inches around! The thickest part of the towering shaft, just a couple of inches behind the head, was a monstrous 4 inches wide and 12.5 inches around! Talk about a hole buster!! At this size, there was no orifice in the human body that the kid could possibly fuck! The thug let out a low whistle as he discovered something else — tiny, almost invisible stretch marks were now running up and down the entire length of the stud’s cock! That almost certainly meant that the added length and girth to Jack’s already-gigantic erection was permanent!! Even if the five big men untied the handsome college jock now and let him go — something that, of course, would never happen — the hyper endowed kid would never be able to fuck again!! The cruel men laughed and guffawed and high-fived one another, congratulating themselves on having already wrecked the ridiculously beautiful stud’s love life forever, before they even got around to nutting the big lug. 

Eager hands then started measuring the equally stratospheric dimensions of the lad’s newly-bloated bollocks. The impossibly huge sex organs hung extremely heavy in their abused and abraded sac, their natural and already impressive 3-inch dangle having now doubled to a truly extraordinary 6 inches. That mind-boggling scrotal stretch looked to possibly be permanent as well… not that it would matter soon. The neck of his stretched-out scrotum looked very narrow compared to the swollen immensity of the two titanic testicles below, but was actually quite large itself, measuring 5.5 inches around and nearly 2 inches in diameter. That incredibly long scrotal neck contained the all-important cords, cables, tendons, and blood vessels that kept those massive nuts attached to his body, as well as the unusually thick cum tubes that helped drain the sperm from those almighty spunk bunkers whenever he ejaculated. 

Before moving on to the dimensions of the balls themselves, the big thug — a born showman — first took very thorough measurements of the rest of the young man’s spectacularly muscular body, from his almost comically thick bison neck (23.5 inches around) to his feet (size 14 hooves that were just as insanely muscular and veiny as the rest of his magnificent body), and everything  in between. As awesome and awe inspiring as all of those numbers were, the other four men grew more and more impatient, until the thug with the measuring tape finally knelt down and turned his attention to the lad’s monstrous bollocks. 

The beautiful grapefruit-sized orbs from earlier in the evening had been replaced by a pair of hideously bloated monstrosities, the delicate and tender testicles having swollen until they’d more than doubled in mass and were now even larger than the largest of ostrich eggs. The big thug first measured the vertical length of each identical orb, which had originally been 5 inches, letting out a low whistle when he read the new result of 7.5 inches! Their width was nearly as impressive, increasing from an already massive 4.5 inches to a full 6 inches! The circumference around the body of each puffy and distended orb was even more eye popping, swelling from an already obese 14 inches to a truly mind boggling 19 inches, bigger around than most men’s upper arms!! And combined, that double-barreled mass of brutally battered male flesh stretched the measuring tape to a staggering 30 full inches!! That was nearly as big around as Jack’s own tight, muscular, and exquisitely chiseled waist!! 

Another thug retrieved a scale on a wheeled table against the far wall, the kind used in grocery stores to weigh meat in the butcher department, and placed the table in front of the immobile and softly whimpering football jock. He then gently, almost reverently, lifted up both of Jack’s whopping huge bollocks and placed them on the scale, eagerly watching the digital readout. Quiet gasps could be heard coming from all five men when they read the combined weight of the young man’s monumentally swollen balls, which was an astonishing 19.2 pounds! That was just over 8.5 pounds per nut!! The density of ball meat within each orb must have been almost super human, for the lad’s behemoth bollocks weighed even more than they appeared, if that was even possible! 

After hearing those final dimensions read, all five men stepped forward and began fondling every inch of Jack’s magnificent bound form, reveling in the almost impossible size and beauty of the college jock’s incredible body, still utterly magnificent even in its current severely bruised and battered state. They all knew that they would never see a stud of Jack’s unbelievably lofty caliber ever again — not unless Jack had any equally gifted brothers, or if they perhaps sought out the young man’s studly sire — so they took their time in engraining every last delicious detail of this paragon of masculine perfection into their memories before moving on to his ultimate unmanning. 

Two of the men began operating a winch, and a weary and quietly sobbing Jack suddenly found himself rising higher in the air. He had been just below eye level with his unusually tall and ridiculously muscular assailants, but now he was hoisted upward until his deep and sexy navel was at about even with the men’s faces. The two men backed away to join their fellows while Mitch stepped forward, brandishing a long bullwhip made of supple black leather. The big blond man uncoiled the whip and cracked it a few times in the air as if to test it out, making Jack flinch each time. And then the cruelly smirking man turned to the bound football stud and said, “It’s almost over now, Jack.” 

The big man then began to expertly slash and swish the long leather whip through the air, drawing out Jack’s terror like a fine wine. He was toying with the lad, while simultaneously reveling in the handsome young jock’s last minutes as an intact male. The other four men took up positions with the best view of the events to come, sitting in their folding chairs and playing with themselves, tremendously aroused as they prepared to watch a master artisan at work. They all loved their work, especially when they were allowed to go all the way and destroy a man’s balls, and surely no man on earth had a set of testicles that could even remotely rival the colossal set hanging from their achingly handsome young captive. 

Without warning, the bullwhip suddenly lashed out and struck the side of Jack’s goliath left nut, creating a gash several inches long in the young man’s bruised and abraded ball sac. Jack cried out in equal parts pain and horror as he felt the sharp and stinging bite of the whip, but could only watch helplessly as the grinning muscle titan began swinging the whip once more, looking for his next target. Mitch circled his prey for a bit before lashing out again, this time striking the right side of the heavy and overloaded sac and opening up a second long gash. 

So it began. Mitch continued attacking Jack’s scrotum from various and unexpected directions, opening up a new gash in the enormous sac every 15 to 20 seconds, flaying open the nutbag more and more with each strike. Blood was soon dripping freely into the lake of milky white sperm below as the big man steadily slashed the huge sac apart, opening up more and more holes in the soft, thin, tender skin. The glistening orbs underneath were wholly untouched, however, for Mitch was an unparalleled maestro with the whip, wielding it with the exquisite precision of a surgeon. 

After about 20 minutes, Mitch had opened up a good 50 or 60 gashes in Jack’s bleeding nutsac, reducing the enormous pouch to a lattice of skin strips barely containing the colossal testicles within. The shiny walls of the great balls themselves were now showing through dozens of large holes, a mottled reddish-purple hue showing through the shiny whiteness of the thick outer walls, visible evidence of the heavy bruising that had been inflicted right down to the very heart of each titanic orb. 

Sweat glistened on Mitch’s heroically muscular form as he gazed on his handiwork with arousal and pride. The big man knew that if he stopped now — as in right the fuck now — the ridiculously handsome muscle jock’s shredded scrotum could still be stitched back together. It wouldn’t be pretty, as it would be a patchwork of lacerated skin that would forever bear the ugly scars of his epic whipping. But even at this late stage, the gorgeous lad could still leave the vast room as in intact male, surviving to live and rut and cum another day. Mitch’s cruel grin grew even wider as he quashed any hope of a reprieve, and he began to slash the deadly bullwhip through the air once more. 

The subsequent whip strikes began to tear away entire strips of shredded scrotal skin, excising the nutsac bit by bit and gradually exposing more and more of the naked testicles beneath. As the structural integrity of the massive nut pouch began to falter and fail, Jack’s huge and heavy balls began to sag even lower still, their ballsac no longer able to support and contain the vast oval orbs of the young man’s gargantuan manhood. Torn strips of scrotal flesh hit the sperm-drenched floor with wet, gruesome sounds. After about 30 more strikes, Jack’s goliath right nut tumbled out of his shredded sac, the whitish orb glistening wetly as it drooped down yet another inch or two on the ends of its cords, exposed to the open air for the first time in its existence. It took another 20 or 30 whip strikes before that nut’s twin also spilled forth to the end of its cords, and then another 20 or 30 more blows before all that remained of the young man’s once-gorgeous pouch was a few tattered shreds dangling from the base of his crotch. 

Mitch paused at that point, temporarily laying down his whip so that he could examine the young man’s wet and naked nuts. The testicles themselves looked even more monstrous and obscene than ever with their protective scrotum removed, looking simultaneously hideous and deeply erotic as they dangled from their separate bundles of cords. The big blond drank in the sight as he came closer and stood before the softly panting young man, his handsome head hanging down in bone-deep exhaustion and extreme burning agony. 

Mitch had seen literally hundreds of sets of naked testicles in his life, but he’d never seen a set as beautiful and magnificent as these. The gigantic bulky orbs themselves weren’t smooth like other men’s nuts, but were instead covered in a complex tracery of thick, tortured blood vessels, their bluish-purple color adding to the rosy hue of bruising shining through the thick white walls of the balls themselves. The raised tubules of dozens and dozens of veins on each behemoth ball gave the otherwise smooth and gently curved surface of each nut a complex webwork of ridges, turning each ball into an epic relief map of extreme maleness. The tops and backs of each nut were covered by an unusually large and dense epididymus, the complex network of tissues that collected the sperm cells manufactured within the testicles themselves and prepared them for transport up the vas deferens. 

Unable to resist, Mitch reached forward and cupped one gigantic testis in each of this huge hands, the shiny orbs feeling slick and incredibly heavy. Jack winced and grunted as the big blond’s hands came into contact with his naked nuts, deeply disturbed by the sensation of direct contact with his excised bull balls. Mitch ran his thumbs over the wet, vein-ridged surface of each orb, marveling once more at their spectacular size, and awed by the raw power and virility he could feel surging through each rotund nut even now. His fingers then began to probe and explore the squishy epididymus tissues along the back of each orb, the painful sensation causing the young lad to groan in protest once more. The big man fondled those two oversized ostrich eggs for many long minutes, overwhelmed with lust as he groped and caressed the largest set of nuts in human history. 

Mitch finally released the massive orbs and instead began to explore the complex bundle of tendons, cables, cords, and blood vessels that extended from the tops of the two huge testicles to their anchor points beneath Jack’s towering pillar of a cock. He was fascinated by the dense bundles, and was astounded by the unusual thickness of the tendons and other connective tissues, as well as the massive size of the two vas deferens. The gently pinched these bundles between his big thumb and forefinger, becoming extremely intimate with the inner workings of the lad’s sexual plumbing. 

By the time Mitch was finished fondling and exploring Jack’s exposed and naked manhood, it was late morning. It had been two hours since he’d planted his third load up the hunky stud’s exquisitely chiseled ass, and extraordinarily more than 16 hours since Jack’s tortures had begun. The young man had lasted more than three times longer than any previous man, and endured abuses and torments MANY orders of magnitude greater than the most brutal tortures the five men had ever meted out before. The breathtakingly handsome muscle hunk had taken nearly a score of bull loads up his battered chute, and had himself reached orgasm twice as many times, evincing a level of virility and staying power unequalled among men. He had been the most magnificent subject of torture and abuse that the five big men had ever seen, but now it was time to bring his legendary manhood to a brutal end. 

The big blond giant once again retrieved his bullwhip, and began circling the young muscle stud once more. Jack was quietly whimpering and mewling, far beyond pleas for mercy at this point, and could only watch with terror-stricken eyes as Mitch prepared to unman him. 

Mitch took his time, and selected his targets with the utmost care. His detailed exploration of Jack’s nuts hadn’t been for nothing, as the big man wanted to target only the tendons and cables and other connective tissues attaching the young man’s bollocks to his body, but leaving the blood vessels, nerve fibers, and vas deferens intact. With uncanny precision, Mitch began to strike these cords and cables, slashing at them over and over again. Jack’s tendons proved to be unusually tough, however, and put up a surprising amount of resistance. But it wasn’t long before the tough tendons began to snap one by one, gradually untethering Jack’s mammoth nuts from his body, and allowing them to drop lower and lower on their remaining cables. 

The four seated men were furiously fisting their rock hard cocks as they watched their big blond leader ever so slowly emasculate the handsome and hunky captive. They were all rapidly approaching orgasm, eager and hungry to see Mitch bring a painful and violent end to the young lad’s ridiculously oversized manhood. 

Cables and tendons snapped one after the other, forcing the far more elastic blood vessels and vas deferens to take up the slack, straining to carry a weight far in excess of what they were designed for. Jack’s nuts were now hanging well over a full FOOT from his crotch, and drooping even lower with each passing whip strike. It was the most intensely erotic sight the men had ever seen. 

Suddenly and without warning, Jack hit an unexpected and brutally violent orgasm, his 40th of the night. Perhaps his testicles sensed that their untimely end was imminent, and were desperate for one last chance to impregnate something, anything, before they were destroyed. Regardless of the reason, this final ejaculation was Jack’s most powerful and intense of the entire night, and his entire magnificently muscular form bucked and quaked with the unearthly force of his orgasm. 

And perhaps even more amazingly, the young man’s mighty sperm factories had taken the past two hours to recharge faster than they ever had before, and were now throwing everything they had into the single greatest and most voluminous ejaculation of the young man’s life! 

The first almighty rope of the young man’s spunk shot out with such force that it nearly reached halfway to the ceiling high overhead, launching out in a wide, graceful arc to strike the gray cement floor a good 50 or 60 feet away! That first gigantic slug of creamy white splooge was so dense with sperm that it had a consistency thicker than yogurt, and was so voluminous that it easily eclipsed anything else that they sexy football stud had shot that entire night! A second, equally massive blast of cum shot forth, followed by another, and another, and another and another, in a seemingly endless barrage of hyper virile magnificence, a testicular purging of near mythic proportions. 

The four seated men instantly began to groan and shudder in their own violent orgasms, sent hurtling over the edge by the sight of the handsome football star’s final and utterly epic release. Mitch held on to his own load by the barest of fractions, however, and continued slashing away at Jack’s balls, rapidly eliminating the final cords and tendons supporting the enormous, heavy, sagging orbs, even as they throbbed and convulsed and tried to pump out every last sperm within their vast interiors. 

Finally, the only tissues supporting Jack’s beyond bovine balls were the blood vessels, nerve fibers, and thick tube of vas deferens that Mitch had carefully avoided whipping. The young man’s bollocks were bouncing and jiggling on the ends of these slender and stretched out tethers even as they continued their astounding purge of sperm from their meaty interiors, and were now hanging impossibly low, five or perhaps even six times lower than their original 3-inch dangle. But incredibly, despite all of the horrific abuse they had suffered over the previous 17 hours, they were very much still alive! Perhaps they could still have been salvaged as well, though who could say if a man’s testicles could survive long outside the protective embrace of their scrotum and without all of the cords and cables that usually anchored them in place. 

Mitch lashed out with the bullwhip, striking one, two, three, four more times, and Jack’s bloated and swollen right testicle was severed forever from its owner, dropping very heavily to the cum-flooded floor with a loud and meaty splat. Jack cried out with a truly thunderous bellow of epic agony and loss as he felt half of his mighty manhood ripped from his body. Yet his monumental orgasm continued, though instantly reduced notably in size and volume, as his final nut tried to desperately blow it’s thick and chunky ballast. 

Jack was bucking and thrashing so hard against his restraints that it looked like he might tear himself apart. But Mitch paused only briefly before turning his attention to the young man’s last dangling nut. Unfortunately for Jack, it took another ten lashes to finish off his left nut, dropping his final bowling ball of a gonad into the veritable ocean of procreative fluids covering a vast swath of the concrete floor. As the gigantic bollock fell free, Mitch trembled in pleasure as he shot his own massive hands-free load, signaling his victory over the fallen football hero. 

None of the men were sure when Jack passed out. The sudden and violent loss of his manhood was more than even his mighty body could take, and the handsome young muscle stud had finally, mercifully fallen unconscious. He remained unconscious as four of the men lowered Jack down and cleaned up his battered and broken body, with one of the men trimming away the dangling cords and shreds of scrotal skin — the last remnants of his obliterated manhood — and roughly stitched the raw wound at his crotch closed. Mitch meanwhile picked up the young former stud’s two severed testicles off the floor, amazed that they seemed to weigh even more now that they had been separated from the handsome lad’s spectacular body. He had an enormous glass cylinder filled with preservative fluids waiting in the next room, and he intended to place the glistening white testicles within as a trophy and keepsake, so that he could forever remember and relish this moment. Once the other men had patched Jack up as well as they could, they then pumped him full of antibiotics and additional sedatives, wanting to ensure that he remained unconscious. Finally, they released him from his bonds, placing him on a large wheeled gurney and preparing to secret him back to his college apartment. 

Meanwhile, Jessica Akers smiled contentedly as she watched the proceedings on closed circuit TV from her office. More than a dozen hidden cameras had been trained on young Jack Samson throughout his torment, torture, and unmanning, with each camera recording more than 18 hours of absolutely incredible footage. Jessica herself was still reeling in amazement, and would not have believed the amazing events of the night and morning if she had not seen it herself. The recordings would be added to her vast personal video library — which she used for her own amusement, as well as insurance against any of her clients if they should try to cross her in the future — but she already knew that she would be accessing these recordings again and again and again. She also decided that she would be giving each of her men a $10,000 bonus on top of their usual fee, twice that for Mitch, in recognition of the absolutely stellar work they had accomplished that night. 

As she watched her men wheel Jack’s beautiful but inert form out of the warehouse, she picked up the burner phone on the side of her desk, and dialed a phone number. The cultured voice of a young woman answered on the other end, the sounds of a busy restaurant audible in the background. 

“It is done,” Jessica said before hanging up the phone, and then removing and destroying the phone’s SIM card. She then leaned back in her expensive leather chair and contemplated the ways she could spend the small fortune of money she had just earned… 

Epilogue

Ten years later…

Veronica sat in the shade of an umbrella, gazing across the lush grounds of the estate to watch her eldest children play tennis with Richard. Her husband was more handsome than ever, his masculine beauty having deepened over the years, and her heart swelled with love for him. But she felt that her chest might burst for the love she felt for her children as she watched them laugh and play with their beloved father. They were all spectacularly beautiful and gifted children, ranging in age from infant to age 9, and they all looked like a perfect blend of her and her husband. 

The gorgeous young woman felt a slight pang in her side, and her soft blue eyes gazed down lovingly at her swollen belly, where the next in her large brood of children were steadily maturing. She and Richard had caused quite a stir among the rich and elite when they had decided to have a large family, something very uncommon in today’s world, particularly among the upper crust. The beautiful couple claimed that they simply wanted to avoid having their family lines end, as had almost happened to the two of them, but the reality was that Veronica and Richard both loved being parents, and her husband supported her in having as many children as she wanted. And in the end, though many of the elite quietly gossiped behind their backs, almost everyone was jealous of the wealthy couple, not only for the obvious loving closeness of their relationship, but also for the staggering beauty of their many children. 

Veronica’s first pregnancy had resulted in the birth of fraternal twins, both boys, and she had instantly fallen in love with them both. So much so, in fact, that a few months after their birth, she had decided to become pregnant once more, accessing her hidden canister of frozen sperm to inseminate herself again. And again, and again, and again each subsequent year thereafter. She and Richard now had 12 children — 7 boys and 5 girls — with another two on the way. She had given birth to three sets of fraternal twins already, so her current pregnancy would be the fourth. There was no history of twins in either her or Richard’s family, so she suspected that there must be a genetic predisposition for twins in the canister of frozen sperm that she had kept secret and hidden all these years. 

The beautiful blond woman was still quite young, only in her early 30s, so she knew that she had a decade or more of potential childbearing years ahead of her. And considering the enormous volume of sperm she had harvested on that fateful night with the handsome and charming and impossibly virile Jack Samson, she had MORE than enough of his seminal fluids to sire another dozen children, if she wished! 

Speaking of that remarkable young man, Veronica tried not to think of Jack, but every know and again, her mind would wander back to that epic night of lovemaking. She felt a great deal of gratitude to the young man for having blessed her with so many beautiful children, and so she had secretly followed his life since their brief encounter. 

After Jack Samson had been discovered in his apartment, severely beaten and missing his huge testicles, the media storm that followed had been intense. But the authorities were never able to find any clues as to the identity of Jack’s attackers, let alone anything that would have tied his abduction and castration to her, and so over the months that followed, the media finally moved on. Jack himself had immediately quit football, of course, and also dropped out of college and went into hiding, trying to hide away from the press and the public, and trying to put some semblance of a life back together. 

Veronica had quietly tracked him down, however, and learned that he’d moved to a small rural town in Washington State, where he lived like a hermit. He had continued to take hormone replacement therapy to make up for his lost testicles, so he was just as fantastically handsome — and nearly as muscular — as the night the two had met. But he had never dated anyone else or ever had a romantic relationship again, instead becoming very quiet and introspective, and living on his own. 

Jack had become a very talented carpenter and wood worker, however, and crafted exquisitely beautiful furniture. Perhaps merely out of a desire to secretly have something of their real father in their lives, or perhaps out of a lingering and deeply suppressed sense of guilt, Veronica had amassed quite a collection of Jack Samson’s creations. At least one piece of furniture in each of the children’s bedrooms had been crafted by Jack’s own big, strong, powerful, and talented hands. She always purchased them through a series of intermediaries, was careful that nothing could ever be traced back to her, and always paid well over and above the asking price for each piece. And she was privately very pleased to maintain this secret connection with the fantastically handsome young man, and sometimes found herself absentmindedly stroking the grain of a particularly exquisite piece of furniture, knowing that her delicate hand was gliding over the wood that he had so lovingly and expertly carved. 

Speaking of furniture, with two little ones on the way, it was once again time to select some pieces for the nursery. She had her eye on a magnificently carved four-poster bed for one room, and an elegant low dresser for the other… 

Oops -- The Mammogram

The source of today's installment once again comes from the fertile and wicked imagination of Sack Stomper on his Cracked Nuts website. Hopefully this is a suitable horror story for Halloween. ;) 

 Oops - The Mammogram

Based on an original story by Cracked Nuts

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It was just after three in the morning when the large glass doors of the Westwood Oncology Clinic opened with a whoosh, flooding the dark parking lot with light. Two masked figures made their way into the entryway, silhouetted like two angels returning to heaven, one of them holding a GoPro and both of them peering around nervously as they walked through the brightly lit but abandoned halls. 

“They don’t have an alarm or anything?” one of the figures asked incredulously.

“Nah, just key cards,” the other, Trevor Palmer, responded.

Trevor was a handsome and strikingly charismatic upperclassman at the local university, and his friend, fellow student Josh Trager, was one of the Big Jocks on Campus, a certifiable muscle stud of the highest order. Trevor and Josh were brothers from another mother, practically joined at the hip since they had met freshman year, and constantly engaging in outlandish pranks and stunts that they filmed on their GoPro and shared on social media with their friends and growing list of followers. Most of the pranks were as outrageous as they were harmless, just skirting the line of good taste and avoiding breaking any serious laws, but tonight was gearing up to be different. 

Trevor was as tech savvy as he was averse to student loans, so he spent any of his time that he wasn’t in class or pulling pranks with Josh doing freelance IT work for local small businesses. One of those small businesses was the Westwood Oncology Clinic, where he had happened across a pamphlet for mammograms, which had given him the devious idea to film Josh getting checked for lumps… only they weren’t going to be checking his big chiseled pecs. 

The plan was almost comically easy to pull off; Trevor used his boyishly handsome looks and natural charm to flirt with one of the nurses when he was onsite doing some of his freelance work, and he distracted her just long enough to lift her pocketbook out of her bag. Trevor was still clutching the nurse’s card in his hands as the two young men made their way down halls. He intended to give the pocketbook and key card back at the end of their visit, just needing the card access long enough to get inside the building. 

“Cameras!” Josh said in a sharp whisper as the big man froze in mid step, his big blue eyes visible through his black ski mask as he stared wide eyed at the ceiling-mounted camera looking directly at him.

Trevor laughed; he knew the only functioning camera was in the lobby, which they had slipped by still in their masks and black clothes, and the other cameras had been disconnected long ago.

“Oh relax, bro! I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” 

Trevor removed his mask, revealing his devastatingly handsome face and tousled blond hair, and gave his larger friend a smile and a wink, in full view of the decoy camera, as he opened a door marked ‘Examination Room 5’.

Despite Trevor’s assurances, Josh waited until the door closed behind him before removing his own mask, revealing his sweaty but also extremely handsome face. Where Trevor was boyishly handsome, Josh had the rugged but youthful looks of a MAN, with a chiseled jawline and strong angular features. Combine that with his sparkling blue eyes, full kissable lips, and gorgeous smile, and Josh was a certifiable hunk. His short, reddish-brown hair was matted by the ski mask and the fair skin of his face was flush with a mix of excitement and heat, somehow making him look even more handsome than ever. 

Now that they were standing side by side, it was even more obvious just how BIG Josh really was, a size that even his baggy black clothing couldn’t hope to truly hide. Trevor was muscular and fit, standing a respectable 6 feet tall and built like a prime athlete, but the 6 foot, 4 inch tall Josh dwarfed him in every way possible. Josh was built like the proverbial brick shithouse, with a thick neck, exceptionally wide shoulders, enormously muscular arms, huge firm pecs, and a chiseled washboard stomach that tapered down dramatically to a slim and muscular waist. Josh was a football player and star athlete who hit the gym HARD, and it showed. Even now, Josh’s bulky biceps were threatening to tear through the sleeves of his shirt, and hugely muscular, powerful thighs were straining against the legs of his black pants. 

Considering the usually risqué content of their social media posts and the fact that they were almost always paling around together, there had long been speculation that the two handsome studs were secretly a couple. But tales of their legendary sexual exploits on campus — and Josh’s fabled sexual prowess — usually misspelled such rumors fairly quickly. Even the fact that they liked to bang chicks together at the same time in the same bed was simply explained away by the fact that the two best friends truly shared everything together. 

Trevor gave Josh a nod and another playful wink as he eagerly motioned toward the mammogram machine in the center of the room, setting up a tripod for the GoPro and training the camera on both the machine and his friend. Less nervous now that they were in the examination room with the door closed, Josh broke into laughter as well, his smile radiantly lighting up his devastatingly handsome face, and without hesitation started to strip out of his clothes. He first peeled the tight long-sleeve black shirt over his head, needing Trevor’s assistance to get the clinging fabric up and over the magnificent swell of his muscular lats, and revealed his gloriously muscular physique to the room. He then started stepping out of his black pants, shucking them down to the floor. Josh had purposefully not worn any underwear tonight — why bother, when it was just going to come off anyway — so his extremely thick cock and huge pendulous balls swung freely into view as soon as he shucked off his pants. 

It was immediately very evident why Josh was so often the focus of their playful and risqué videos, for the young college football star was hung almost comically huge. His cock was an enormous slab of uncut meat, over 6 inches long in its completely flaccid state and nearly as thick as a Coke can. His huge, cleanly-shaven bollocks were perhaps even more impressive, each immensely fat oval orb easily the size of a ripe grapefruit and just as juicy. Even on a man of Josh’s considerable height and impressive muscular bearing, his testicles looked outsized and overgrown, ridiculous parodies of a normal man’s testicles. Josh’s bull balls were also extremely heavy, their great weight dragging his sac down over 6 full inches, creating a long channel that seemed custom built to cradle his huge limp cock. 

Josh’s nuts were just as tough as they were massive, as the pair of lads had proven in countless video posts. The two boys loved to think of ever more creative and outlandish ways to showcase just how huge and solid Josh’s nuts were. Punching and kicking videos had given way to tougher challenges, such as enduring baseballs thrown from an automatic pitching machine, getting slammed with billiard balls on a pool table, and dropping shot put weights from greater and greater heights onto the young muscle man’s monstrous bollocks. Josh’s naturally sturdy nuts had toughened up even more under several years of such frequent and often intense abuse, and now he could endure even the most brutal of strikes with little more than a grunt and a toothy grin. 

Trevor couldn’t help but admire his friend’s magnificent physique and pornographic equipment as his balls bounced a full half a foot from his body. The handsome blond lad felt his own large cock starting to chub up in his pants at the sight of Josh’s overwhelmingly masculine beauty and his staggeringly huge genitals. Trevor considered himself to be 100% straight, but the sight of his best friend naked never failed to bone him up. The dude was a sex god, there was just no denying it, and Trevor was always proud to count him as his best friend. 

“Okay, how are we gonna do this?” Josh asked in his deep, resonant voice once he’d stripped completely naked. The pair turned toward the mammogram machine itself, and Trevor set about figuring out how it worked while Josh ‘prepped’ himself for the video, using one of his big, meaty hands to start stroking his flaccid dick. 

The mammogram machine consisted of a solid white pillar extending from floor to ceiling, with a control panel attached and a large, flat metallic plate protruding midway down the shaft. Above the metal plate was a thick slab of what appeared to be plexiglass attached to a hydraulic mechanism that could lower the glass plate so that it pressed downward onto the metal surface. Both the metal and plexiglas plates were quite large — almost 2 feet wide and about 1 foot deep — which made sense, as they had to be large enough to accommodate the largest of breasts. It took Trevor a few minutes to figure out how to operate the machine, and to lower the metallic plate enough so that it would be at the correct height for Josh’s crotch. 

Meanwhile, the humongously muscular football player had been busy. By the time Trevor had the mammogram machine set up, Josh’s massive cock had swollen and unfurled to its full, eye-popping size. Trevor never could get over the size of Josh’s epic boner, for the sight stunned and amazed him every single time. Protruding proudly from the stud’s russet-haired crotch was by far the largest cock Trevor had ever seen, a true monster of a penis that measured just over 12 inches long and had a truly hole-busting girth. Trevor grinned as he reached over and wrapped his hand around as much of that rock solid shaft as he could and gave it a few playful tugs, making Josh almost giggle as he gently batted his best friend’s hand away. The towering organ swayed ponderously before the big man, visibly throbbing to his heartbeat and stretching halfway past his navel toward the bulging underside of his huge curving pecs. 

Josh confidently stepped forward and pressed his chiseled, muscular thighs against the mammogram machine, positioning himself so that his goliath dangling nuts rested heavily on the metal surface. The stainless steel plate felt cold against the backside of Josh’s warm, freshly-shaved nuts, and he hissed through his teeth as he acclimated to the cold, the heat from his titanic nuts quickly warming up the metal. As huge as Josh’s nuts were, the metal plate was plenty large enough to accommodate their bulky mass, for it had seen breasts far larger than even the football stud’s oversized balls. Trevor quickly checked the camera set up to make sure that he captured all of Josh’s beefy and sculpted body within the frame, focusing of course on those massive balls resting so heavily on the flat metal plate. 

“Okay, we’re all set and already rolling. Let’s get started!” Trevor said as he stepped up to the machine’s control panel. He tapped in a few commands, but to his surprise, nothing happened. Trevor tapped the keyboard again, and there was a beep and the sound of motors whirring inside the hydraulic press, but again nothing happened. 

“Man, hurry up! We’re gonna’ get caught!” Josh stage whispered, chuckling but clearly still a bit nervous about breaking into the medical building. 

“Hang on, hang on!” Trevor said assuredly as he continued tapping away at the control panel. 

What Josh couldn’t see was that his friend had been presented with a password screen. Trevor hadn’t anticipated that and none of the security codes he knew from the other equipment were working. He was just about to call off the stunt when he noticed the brand of the touch panel was the same as the new digital clipboards he had set up for the clinic the week before. 

“Worth a shot,” he thought aloud as he positioned his thumbs and index fingers in an uncomfortable position on the screen, tapped his left thumb three times and waited. Just like the clipboards, the sequence unlocked a backdoor to the mammogram machine with only one option illuminated. 

“What do you think ‘diagnostic calibration mode’ means?” he asked Josh. 

The handsome and naked jock just shrugged, his beefy shoulder and back muscles flexing enormously with even that one small movement, and his massive and rock hard schlong still wagging languidly in front of him. 

Trevor took that as permission to go ahead, and he tapped to start the diagnostic mode, whatever that meant, tapping so quickly that he totally skipped past the ostentatious warning screen that appeared.

“I wonder what that…”

“Oh shit!” Josh gasped in his deep voice as the thick plexiglas plate suddenly slammed downward with almost pulverizing force into the young man’s vulnerable testicles, instantly crushing both enormous, meaty orbs almost halfway flat and pinning them to the metal plate below. But the sturdy spuds halted the plexiglas plate from descending any farther, and the machine seemed to pause. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected,” came a pleasant female voice from control panel.

Both Josh and Trevor were looking down at the football player’s trapped balls with a comical look of shock and surprise on their handsome faces. Josh’s halfway flattened balls were turning white where they pressed against the glass surface, whereas the bulk of the two pink nuts were blushing a rosy red from the pressure. Trevor knew how unusually dense and solid Josh’s big nuts were — he’d certainly punched, kicked, and squeezed the gigantic testes himself during their many hilarious videos together enough to know just how outrageously tough the stud’s balls really were — so he knew that the mammogram machine must have been pressing down extremely hard in order to get his friend’s fat nuts to compress that much. Although the constant pressure was evenly distributed and his balls weren’t actually being compressed too much, they were starting to ache a bit, and Josh was relieved that the upper plate hadn’t pressed down any harder. 

“Okay, okay, turn it off Trevor. My balls are…” Josh’s sentence was cut short and his blue eyes bulged out of his head as the plexiglas plate unexpectedly lurched lower, crushing his huge bollocks even harder.

Trevor’s eyes grew wide as he watched Josh’s massive, grapefruit-sized balls suddenly compressed to less than half their girth, flattening between the glass and the metal surface with only about 2 inches of space left between them. Josh’s eyes watered and he choked back a grunt of pain as he instinctively reached for the glass plate and tried to pry it open, desperate to get his balls out of the merciless jaws of the machine. But even his tremendous strength was no match for the machine’s hydraulics, and though his massively muscled arms bulged and flexed to even greater dimensions, thick veins erupting all over their muscle-gnarled surfaces, he couldn’t free his trapped bull nuts.

“Oooh! FUCK!! Trevor, help me!!” Josh screamed as the plates lowered again.

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected,” came the disembodied voice again.

“UUUUHH!!” Josh screamed as the plates lowered yet again. His fingertips of both hands were wedged in the shrinking gap between the two plates, pulling upward with all of his awesome might, but the infernal machine wouldn’t budge. His massive balls were now being compressed disturbingly flat, their tremendously meaty girth now squished into a space barely and inch and a half wide, and continuing to close in short, sharp, lurching spurts. 

Perversely, Josh’s over foot long cock remained granite hard even as his precious balls were being steadily crushed to smithereens between the two unstoppable plates. In fact, if anything, the stud’s stallion cock seemed to get even harder and more rigid, the tortured veins running all up and down the shaft starting to swell to even greater dimensions as more and more blood was forced into the bloated, turgid organ. 

“Turn it off!! Turn it off!!” Josh croaked as Trevor frantically tapped at the control panel, but he couldn’t get the machine to abort its calibration mode. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

“OOOFF!!” Josh’s breath was forced explosively from his lungs as the deadly plexiglas plate lurched lower still, compressing his bull balls dangerously flat. His huge testicles were starting to resemble blood red meat patties, squashed so flat that they were now spread across a considerable acreage of the large plates. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

The glass plate lowered yet again. Josh was hysterically screaming now, viciously tugging at his own nuts to try to free them. But his big bollocks were well and truly trapped, squashed more than three quarters flat, and all he succeeded in doing was yanking painfully at his own thick ball cords, nearly ripping his own nuts off by the roots in the process, but coming nowhere nearer to working his precious testicles loose of the relentless machine. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

Josh looked down at the device in terror as he felt the plexiglas plate lower once again, watching in exquisite detail as his hefty huevos got flatter and flatter, and then flatter still. Barely an inch was separating the plates now, and even that minuscule distance continued to decrease as the handsome muscle man could only look on in abject horror. He continued to scrabble at the upper plate with both hands, but his thick fingers couldn’t find any purchase on the slick glass surface. 

At the same time, a thick slurry of sperm and seminal fluids started to burp out of Josh’s terminally engorged cock, thick slugs of cum running down the sides of his gigantic shaft in hot, gloopy rivers. But Josh wasn’t cumming. No, his enormous reservoir of spunk was being literally crushed out of his nuts, the plexiglas plate now pressing down with such tremendous pressure that it was forcing the young man’s prime stud cum right out of his steadily collapsing bollocks. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

Josh was now bellowing at the top of his lungs as the plate lurched downward yet again, begging Trevor to turn off the machine and babbling in terror and agony. Trevor was horrified as well, the whites of his eyes showing as he frantically searched for an off switch or a power cord for the diabolical mammogram machine. The power source was recessed into the floor and inaccessible, however, and the machine had no visible power button that he could find. Panicking, Trevor threw himself against the column of metal itself, hoping to knock the machine loose from its moorings and break it that way. But the sturdy machine was bolted firmly in place, and he just bounced uselessly off the machine and landed heavily on the floor, flat on his ass. 

Tears were streaming from Trevor’s eyes as he looked up at his screaming and suffering friend, and he was powerless to help him. From his vantage point on the floor, Trevor had a perfect view of Josh’s titanic testes as they were crushed flatter still between the two plates, the dense flesh itself changing from an angry dark red to a dangerous purple as the pressures inside those twin orbs were rapidly reaching critical levels. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

Josh had to pull his fingertips out from between the plates as they pressed even closer together, and he grabbed the vertical pole of the machine and gave it a violent shake, his enormous muscles flexing dramatically. But even the football star’s awesome strength was insufficient to budge the machine at all, and it continued its inexorable crushing press onto the stud’s steadily squishing balls. 

Cum was pouring down the sides of Josh’s titanic tumescent tubesteak in enormous rivers now, huge amounts of raw spunk being forced out of his squashing baby makers. The hot and funky spew was even thicker than the handsome hunk’s normal cum, as it was almost pure sperm, undiluted by other seminal fluids as it was crushed like chunky, cream-colored toothpaste out of his massive spuds. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

As the upper plate cranked downward yet again, it closed the gap between the plates to a mere half inch, barely more than a tenth of the normal healthy girth of Josh’s colossal cajones. Both young men were now continuously screaming now — Trevor in panic and Josh in agony — as the two helplessly watched the handsome hunk’s legendary manhood get slowly crushed to death. 

The veins on Josh’s cock were now so swollen that they looked like they might burst, and his entire cock was quivering and violently throbbing, looking almost like it was about to hit orgasm. But that would have been impossible! Not while his treasured testicles were being pulverized to paste! 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

The upper plate attempted to lurch downward again, but it couldn’t seem to make any further progress. The dense meat of Josh’s herculean bull balls was now compressed to such a fantastic degree that they refused to crush any flatter, even as the upper plate lurched again and again and yet again. It wasn’t making even the tiniest bit of progress with every powerful downward lurch, as Josh’s mighty nuts valiantly fought back, reaching a temporary stalemate as the unstoppable force finally met an immovable object. 

Over and over and over again, the upper plate pressed down onto Josh’s nearly busted nuts, rhythmically crushing and compressing them with terrific force, while the helpless young muscle bull could only scream and writhe and uselessly beat his fists against the relentless machine. Yet his behemoth bollocks somehow held, proving their supreme mettle against their toughest opponent yet. 

Trevor began to regain hope that somehow Josh could survive this insanely brutal attack on his nuts and come out intact, and he began once again furiously looking around the room for a power source or an off switch, or some other way to stop the soulless machine. But that’s when he noticed that Josh’s bellows of pain were starting to take on that familiar deep grunting sound that the big muscle man made whenever he was approaching orgasm. Trevor knew that sound well, as he’d heard it hundreds of times. The blond-haired lad could only watch incredulously as Josh’s monster cock swelled even larger still, slapped against his corrugated abs with a mighty lurch, and then began to jettison the single largest cumload Trevor had ever seen in his life. 

Josh’s entire, massive frame shook and shuddered as his huge horse cock began spewing utterly colossal ropes of cum in great powerful arcs. Trevor had seen his best friend cum countless times — when sharing a bed with the stud when they were both having sex with gorgeous coeds, when they were both pulling one out in the communal showers at the gym, and when they would watch porn together and sometimes even wank each other off — and he already knew that Josh came with a force and volume that porn stars could only dream of. But this almighty bull load put all of the stud’s previous ejaculations to shame. 

The huge hunk’s muscular hips bucked in short, sharp jerking motions, tugging even harder at his trapped bollocks, as his enormous cock violently throbbed and pulsed, pumping out rope after rope of the thickest, chunkiest, whitest spunk Trevor had ever seen. Each majestic slug of spunk contained more sperm than most guys could pump out in a week, and Josh just kept right on pumping out rope after rope of the stuff in perhaps the greatest testicular purge in human history. Trevor was sprawled on the floor directly in the line of fire, so the handsome blond lad was lashed with slug after messy slug of Josh’s outrageously copious hot male juices, quickly drenching his face and torso with jaw-dropping quantities of his friend’s pearlescent sludge. Even more of the stuff was plastering the mammogram machine itself, shellacking the pole, the plates, and even the control panel with ungodly amounts of prime alpha stud spunk. Josh’s orgasm thundered on and on with no end in sight, almost as if the handsome stud’s proud cock was declaring its dominance over the enemy machine, dousing it with his masculine essence. 

The infernal device kept right on rhythmically compressing Josh’s balls throughout his titanic orgasm, however, crushing down on his squashed balls even as they tried to blow off their ballast. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

The woman’s calm voice was an odd counterpoint to the cries and growls and deep grunts of the orgasming and bucking super stud, and the wet splashing sounds as his enormous slugs of spunk struck various surfaces around the room. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

Fresh fear made Trevor’s heart race even faster as he noticed that the plexiglas plate was starting to lower once again. Only by tiny, almost imperceptible amounts with each crushing squeeze, but with such a ridiculously tiny gap still separating the two plates, even these tiny amounts of incremental progress could swiftly spell doom for Josh’s beleaguered bollocks. 

Josh must have felt it, too, for his tremendous bellows of pain started taking on an even greater sense of urgency. He was beating his knuckles bloody as he punched and pummeled the mammogram’s pole, but he seemed oblivious to the damage to his hands, so great was the agony in his nuts and so desperate his need to free them from the crushing device. 

Small crunching and crackling sounds could now be heard coming from between the plates, audible proof that Josh’s ferociously strong balls were finally starting to lose their epic battle against the machine. Tiny micro fractures were forming in the thick and fibrous walls of the stud’s heroically straining nuts, even as his orgasm thundered on unabated, his mighty horse cock seemingly oblivious to the impending destruction of his twin balls. 

Trevor realized with a sickening start that the very purging of Josh’s massive load of sperm was directly leading to the imminent destruction of his balls. The unbelievably vast store of cum inside of Josh’s huge spunk bunkers had been helping bolster their structural integrity, keeping them pumped up just enough to defy any further downward compression of the thick plexiglas plate. But with that monstrous reservoir of sperm rapidly draining out of his nuts and spraying wildly across the room, that extra element keeping Josh’s powerhouse bull balls hale and whole was quickly diminishing. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

Each downward press was now gaining more ground each time. Still just a tiny fraction of an inch with each crushing, grinding press of the hydraulic press, but the cumulative effects were wreaking devastating harm to both of Josh’s straining balls. Both nuts were now hideously distorted, filling more than three quarters of the surface area of the two plates and squashing flatter with every passing second. Their dark purple color had been almost completely blanched from them, for the crushing pressure was so intense that Josh’s body could barely even pump any blood into the massive vessels of manhood any longer. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

The crunching and squishing sounds were taking on a disturbingly wetter tone as the various micro fractures in the stud’s ball walls propagated and spread, growing larger and larger, the final bits of structural integrity in his mighty cum factories being crushed to oblivion. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

The gap between the two panels had diminished to a mere quarter of an inch, a ridiculously narrow gap, an impossibly small space for such an heroically colossal set of bull nuts! Josh’s nuts were normally well over 4 inches thick!! How could they possibly endure such extreme abuse!?! 

“OH GOD!!!” Josh hollered. The muscular football player threw back his handsome head and uttered his most powerful bellow of agony yet, every muscle in his gloriously built body flexing and bulging to insane dimensions as he felt the final moments of his balls’ destruction. And yet his huge mega cock was STILL pumping out cum like there was no tomorrow, speeding his testicles toward their date with destiny. 

“Calibration error. Lower plate not detected.” 

With the next pulsing lurch of the upper plate, both of Josh’s mighty man orbs were finally pushed beyond all conceivable endurance. A sickeningly loud CRUNCH was heard as both enormous testicles catastrophically shattered within Josh’s flattened ball bag. Josh’s nuts didn’t just crack or split — they were blown to smithereens. The handsome hunk’s final bellow was choked in his throat, his vibrant blue eyes growing wide as he felt his mighty nuts go. His spectacular orgasm was also cut short in mid spurt, the source of his super human virility instantly pulverized beyond any hope of repair. 

But the cruel machine wasn’t done yet. It kept pulsing the plexiglas plate lower and lower. With only shattered nuts and sundered chunks of ball meat now keeping the two plates apart, the plexiglas plate was able to move with far less resistance, and it took only three more mighty pulses before… 

BLOOOOOSH!!!!!

There was a sick, wet splashing sound, like a huge water balloon full of something thick and viscous had just burst. The front of Trevor’s entire body was suddenly splattered with a gigantic gout of nut guts, the liquified remains of Josh’s once proud bull balls violently spraying out from between the two plates as they finally touched, utterly annihilating every bit of virile nut flesh that had been trapped between them. 

“Calibration complete. Lower plate detected,” came the pleasant woman’s voice from the control panel, as the mammogram finally wound down its calibration mode. 

Josh, finally freed from the machine with his entire scrotum pinched off nearly at the base, stumbled back a few steps, and then dropped heavily to his knees in despair, wailing and sobbing as he gazed upon the pulped and shattered remains of his once legendary manhood. For the moment, his massive schlong was still rock hard and drooling the remains of his final, magnificent load, but in some quiet corner of both boy’s minds, they realized that Josh’s mighty boner would soon wilt and die, never to rise again. 

Trevor used both hands to scoop huge slugs of meaty nut guts and thick spunk out of his eyes, too shocked and paralyzed to react. Thick clots of ruined ball meat were still dripping heavily from the edges of the mammogram’s closed plates, and a thick pile of the gooey, pinkish-gray matter had formed on the floor beneath the machine. As Trevor looked down the front of his body, he saw that an ever greater volume of shattered testicular tissue was festooned all over his chest and belly and legs. There looked to be more ruined ball guts splattered around the room than could have possibly fit inside of Josh’s humongous gonads, but the proof was strewn all around them. 

It was a good 20 minutes or so before Trevor could shake off his shock and paralysis, and get out his cell phone to dial 9-1-1. The paramedics arrived a short time later, but there was obviously little that they could do for poor Josh. Every last speck of his manhood had been utterly destroyed, reducing him in an instant from the greatest stud bull on campus to a nutless steer. 

To add insult to injury, not only did the two college buds capture every moment of Josh’s tragic unmanning on their GoPro, but the terrible accident was also caught from two additional angles from a pair of cameras — very much active cameras — located in two corners of the ceiling. The footage from all three cameras was eventually leaked anonymously to the public, where the whole world got to watch the painful and gut-wrenching destruction of two of the largest human bollocks in the world. 

Perhaps the only saving grace in the whole debacle involved the actions of a quick-thinking paramedic, who used a urine specimen cup to scoop up a thick batch of Josh’s warm and quivering nut oysters, capping the cup and quickly sending it off to a cryogenic lab to be frozen and stored. The handsome and massively muscular former football sensation could still be a father some day, and perhaps pass his extraordinary genes on to a son. 

Hopefully, any future son will be more protective of his massive manhood than his father had been…