Battle Royale Massacre - Original Version

Battle Royale Massacre

Original Story by The Mangler

Battle Royal Massacre 

By 

The Mangler

 His magnificently muscled body was splayed out for all to see.  All his muscles were strained and on display.  Of course, this was not exactly what he wanted but at the moment Ray had no choice.  He was in the middle of the wrestling ring.  Both of his arms were stretched above his head, held at extension by the young tough who had his feet planted on Ray's shoulder and was pulling upward on Ray's wrists.  Each of his legs were held by another young tough and spread wide.  His purple trunk clad crotch was widely exposed.  The package presented was very large and inviting and was the target for the final young tough guy.  Ray had ended up in this position as a result of the final wrestling match of the evening a 20 man, $10,000 battle royal.  Unknown to him, his final four opponents had worked as a coordinated group during the event to eliminate the other wrestlers while "protecting" him from being eliminated.  The other four wrestler's were going to use him to send a message--a brutal message.

 Ray was a  ring "veteran" having dropped out of college at age 20 to show those "pussy ass guys" how to really wrestle and had been successful in his 3 years in the league.  He was quickly climbing the ranks.  He stood 6' tall and weighed 230 pounds.  He had a classic V-shaped figure with massive chest sitting on top of a 34" waist.  All his muscles were well defined and worked on individually to achieve their impressive mass.

  His four opponents were actually two tag teams who had joined the league only recently and were out to get noticed and noticed big.  They were all light heavyweights but wanted to show they could play with the big boys.  Hercules stood 5'11" tall, weighed 190# had shoulder length black hair and a face that was ruggedly handsome.  He was only 19 but had lived on the streets for years and could take care of himself.  He was the leader of the group.  His partner was Samson who stood 6' and weighed in at 200#.  While he was larger than Hercules, he was not as well defined and needed direction from other people.  Slim stood 6' weighed 180.  He had the "swimmer's" build and didn't look too imposing initially, however he was a master of wrestling holds, both legal and illegal and loved to torture his opponents.  He was 22.  Stocky was 5'10", weighed 190 and had a stocky look to him.  He worked on his arms to develop massive biceps and upper body strength and worked well with Slim who helped set up devastating holds from him.  All four of the wrestler's were friends and had the same philosophy--winning was everything.  Any hold, any maneuver, any weapon was fair game as long as you won.

 With a loud yell of savage triumph, Stocky dropped straight down driving his fist into the trapped and exposed nuts of the muscled hunk.  A squeal of agony burst from Ray's lips at the same time a roar of approval erupted from he crowd.  Every muscle in Ray's body tensed as the bomb exploded in his crotch.  For a moment there was a doubt if the 3 punks could maintain their hold's but manage they did.  With much fanfare, Stocky traded places with Samson at one of the legs.  Samson stood and looked down at the inviting target, leered an evil grin and jumped into the air, delivering a leg smash into the exposed crotch.  Again a roar of approval from the crowd as the scream of anguish escaped from Ray's lips.  Again he tried to curl up without success.

 Samson then traded places with Slim who was holding the other leg.  With a slow, methodically deliberateness he walked between Ray's outstretched legs rubbing his hands together with an almost childlike gleefulness.  Ray's pleadings were ignored as he lifted his right leg and delivered  a devastating series of 4 stomps into the trapped cock and balls.  The initial scream of pain was cut short as the last stomp drove the remaining air from Ray's lung.  Ray almost lost consciousness, but was not to be so lucky.  Finally, Slim replaced Hercules holding the hands.  Hercules walked  between Ray's leg's, placed his hands on the spread thighs and did a handstand holding himself in the air before dropping down, driving both knees into the now tender nuts of  Ray.  This final insult was the most intense and Ray felt as if his nuts had been crushed.  The violent jerking of his muscles overcame the 3 young punks hold and Ray finally tore himself free, only to curl into a fetal position with his hands holding his tenderized and probably demolished balls.

 The 4 young punks smiled, gave each other high five's and egged on the crowd before gathering in a small crowd to decide on their next moves.  After conferring for several moments, Hercules with great fanfare stripped off his tight yellow and blue striped lycra shorts revealing his well packed jock underneath.  The crowd was absolutely pleased the by the sight.  While this was happening, Slim, Samson and Stocky were busy relieving Ray of his purple trunks again revealing a very well packed jockstrap.  Ray was unable to mount much of a struggle.  Next the crowd watched in confusion as the 4 toughs preceded to force Hercules's lycra shorts onto Ray.  The trunks had to be at least four sizes too small but with much effort, including lifting Ray upright, grasping the trunks and pulling they were successful.  Ray's crotch was now obscenely outlined in the new trunks.  But from the punks view there was another factor.  Ray's balls were now held in a vice like grip.  As his tortured nuts tried to swell, they would be squeezed tighter and tighter.  As time wore on, the pressure would tighten on Ray's balls.  His balls had been effectively placed in an increasing pressure vice.

 Ray's trunks were tossed into the crowd where a fierce battle raged over them.  The eventual winner was a muscular jock frat member from the local college.  From the ring Hercules noted who the winner was and made a mental note to find out more - after all he loved crushing jocks from the college.  Clad now only in his jockstrap, Hercules and his compatriots turned toward their victim and their continuing match.

 Ray was picked up and double body slammed by Slim and Samson.  They repeated the maneuver a second time.  Following the third body slam, Stocky dropped down sitting on Ray's muscular thighs.  Slim and Samson each took an arm and spread it out to the side.  They each placed one hand on the shoulder and one at the elbow of their respective arm.  They began a series of knee drops into the baseball biceps of their opponent.  They continued for a total of 20 knee drops.   On every 4th or 5th drop, Stocky would deliver a short jab into the lower abdomen of ray, reinforcing the pain radiating from his scrotum.

 Meanwhile, Hercules was playing to the crowd, showing mock concern for Ray, horror and delight at the various moves as well as posing and showboating his body to the crowd.  He paid particular attention  to the side of the ring where College Jock (as he referred to him mentally) had won the fight for Ray's trunks.  Definite plans were forming in Hercules mind for College Jock - plans he probably would not like.

 After the 20th knee drop, Ray's biceps were reddened and beginning to soften up.  He was pulled to his feet where Slim and Samson placed each of his arm behind his back in an arm bar and began pushing the arms as high up the back as possible.  Ray was forced onto tip toes.  Hercules and Stocky each picked an arm and began delivering machine gun like punches into the trapped biceps and shoulders.

 Following this, Hercules and Stocky prepared Ray for a double shoulder breaker.  Hercules raised Ray with a crotch grab, and placed him upside down.  Stocky dropped to one knee and extended his other knee.  After parading Ray's body around the ring, Hercules trapped both of Ray's hands at his back, and then dropped Ray's shoulders onto his and Stocky outstretched knee driving the shoulder's into Ray's body.  Ray's body was then dropped to the mat.  Slim picked Ray up, drove his left arm into a hammerlock and then charged Ray across the ring into the  ring post with his left shoulder.  Samson then proceeded with the same maneuver to the right shoulder. Hercules then did the left shoulder, Stocky the right shoulder.  Each of his opponent's then performed the same maneuver again.  At this point Ray was in so much pain he didn't know what hurt most.  More importantly, the biceps and shoulder work has rendered his arms useless, making him unable to defend himself.

 Hercules then directed Samson and Stocky to stand Ray up, hold each of his arms in a arm bar and then use their inner legs to force Ray's legs apart.  Ray was now standing with his chest and pecs pushed out and his crotch available.  Hercules began punching into Ray's left pec, while Slim began punching into the right.  The onslaught was beginning to weaken the magnificent pectorals, much to the crowds delight and approval.  Occasionally, either Hercules or Stocky would deliver a shot into the exposed crotch.  This forced Ray to attempt to lean forward, but the arm bars by Slim and Samson prevented this from happening.  After about 5 minutes of solid punching, Hercules took his right hand and placed a pec claw on Ray's left pecs, then reinforced it with his left hand.  Slim then placed a pec claw on Ray's right pec.  Samson and Stocky then released the arm bars and stood back.  Ray was now held up and in place by the vicious pec claws.  Stocky delivered an uppercut through Ray's outstretched legs, driving his swelling nuts into his pubic bone.  The wind was knocked from Ray's lungs as the pain exploded in his crotch.  Samson repeated the maneuver with similar devastating results.

 Hercules and Slim then released the pec claws and Rays fell face first to the canvas, breaking his nose in the process.  He was quickly turned on his back and Samson and Stocky began a series of kicks, stomps and knee drops to the downed wrestler's pecs.  Hercules began playing to the crowd again and scanning them.  He took particular notice of College Stud and the growing lump in his jeans.  He really seemed to be getting off on the action.  Hercules wondered if he would enjoy it so much if he were on the other end.  Smirking, he turned his attention back to the action.

 After briefly conferring with the other wrestlers, Hercules climbed onto the ring apron.  The other wrestlers lifted Ray to his feet and draped him over the top rope with his nipples across the rope.  On the outside Hercules grabbed Ray around his upper trunk, Slim, and Samson lifted Ray by his feet, and the 3 wrestlers then pulled Ray across the ring ropes from one corner post to another.  This was repeated several times and then Ray was thrown to the canvas where he rocked back and forth in pain, the ring rope burn clearly visible on his chest.

 The quartet next turned their attention to Ray's washboard abs. It began with a series of punches, uppercuts, and karate thrusts by each wrestler in turn until they felt there punches were losing affect, then the next wrestler took over.  To keep Ray upright, his arms were tied between the 1st and 2nd ring ropes.  After the punches, each of the wrestlers took position across the ring and lined up like a football player.  Hercules would scream "hut one, hut two, hike" and each of the opponents in turn would charge across the ring deliver a head butt into the exposed gut, with the last one being lower into the exposed crotch with the trapped and very tender nuts.  The small lycra trunks were doing their job very well and the vice closing in Ray's nuts was feeling tighter and tighter.  The last blow actually managed to jar Ray lose from the ropes and he fell onto the mat.  Several knee drops followed and then a double stomach claw with Slim and Stocky, while Hercules egged on the crowd.  The hands of the claw literally seemed to disappear into the tenderized belly as the  abdominal muscles lost their ability to protect the gut.

 Sensing the time was near to end the torment, Hercules, standing in front, and Slim standing in back, grabbed the trunks Ray was wearing and ripped them from his body leaving his naked.  The sudden freedom of his balls dropping to the end of their sac brought a gagged screamed from Ray and he felt as though they had been ripped off.  While Slim and Samson held Ray up, Hercules grabbed the ball sac in his left hand and smashed and rolled the balls around before opening his hand.  Using the palm of his left hand as a "backstop" he made a fist with his right hand and delivered a smashing blow into the trapped nuts.  He was quickly replaced with Stocky who repeated the maneuver.  Hercules and Stocky then replaced Slim and Samson holding Ray up and freeing the two of them to repeat the maneuver.  As a grand finally, Stocky delivered a karate kick into the wide open nuts.  Ray was then allowed to drop to the mat where he lay without moving.

 The four wrestlers met for a final meeting and then Samson "tossed" Stocky over the top rope eliminating him.  Hercules and Samson then tossed Slim over the rope.  Slim and Stocky quickly climbed up on the ring apron and Hercules and Samson delivered Ray over the rope to them.    Samson and Stocky held Ray via arm bars, and spread his legs apart.  Ray realized that one of the metal barriers had been pushed against the ring by the end and that his legs were straddling the device.  As he realized the next torment for him, Samson and Stocky jumped from the ring, pulling Ray with them and he crotched his vulnerable balls off the metal bar and against his pubic bone.  A horrendous scream escaped form his lips as he was allowed to fall to the floor.  Amazingly enough he managed not to pass out, although he probably wished he had.  At this point Samson was thrown from the ring, making Hercules the winner of the battle royal.  Hercules exited the ring quickly, and he and Stocky pulled Ray to his feet, draped his arms over their shoulder's and began "helping" the naked, destroyed muscle man back to the dressing room.  As they walked up the aisle, they would stop to allow the fans to punch, fondle and abuse the broken bodybuilder.  As they came upon the college stud, he reached out, grabbed Ray by the nuts and began squeezing as hard as possible.  Slim and Samson had already headed toward the dressing room to make sure none of the officials or other wrestler's interfered.  After allowing the college stud to squeeze for several minutes, Hercules encouraged him to deliver a series of punches into the nutsac.  Finally, he invited College Stud to the dressing room as well and he accepted.  Hercules and Stocky continued their march back to the dressing room with Ray.  Ray didn't know it but he really owed the College Stud a favor.  While Ray still had some humiliating and painful moments to come, most of the post match action was going to be against the College Stud, because Hercules and his boys enjoyed destroying fresh meat, not playing with old helpless meat.

 Battle Royal Massacre II 

 By 

 The Mangler

     When Slim and Samson reached the entrance to the back stage area, they were met by a couple of members of the promoters management team.  However, with a couple of scowls and dirty looks, the management decided not to get involved.  “After all, they are all adults and knew what they were getting in to,” would be the promoter’s line if questioned later.  When Hercules and Stocky reached the area with Ray and College stud with them, they went into the smaller of the two locker rooms where the “heels” usually changed.  Most of the other wrestler’s had already left and the few still in the area, quickly dressed and left or even left half dressed.

     Ray was placed in a full Nelson by Hercules and “presented” to the College Stud.  College Stud stood 5'7" tall, weighed in at 185 pounds.  He had big bulging arms, an impressive defined muscular chest with quarter sized nipples, which were visible around his tank top.  He worked out on a regular basis and enjoyed the type of wrestling match that he had just witnessed.  With a big smile on his face he proceeded to slug Ray in the gut.  He noticed that his fist sank deep into the soft belly.  The muscles had been pulverized by the other four wrestlers and did not provide much protection.  As his fist sank into the belly, his ample cock twitched in his tight blue jeans.  This action was not missed by the other pro wrestlers.  “Hey College Stud, why don’t you strip down and get more comfortable,” asked Slim.  “We wouldn’t want you to get those clothes all messed up now would we? .”  As he said this, Slim grabbed his crotch and squeezed.

     Getting the implication, College Stud preceded to strip off his shoes, socks and tight blue jeans.  Underneath he was wearing a well work tight jock strap.  His package was very prominent and noticeable especially as the head of his cock was starting to peak over the top of the jock strap. He then started to pull his tight tank top.  As his head was covered by the material, Samson drew back and delivered a sharp punch right into the lower abdomen.  While there was some muscular resistance, the fist still sank deep into the belly as College Stud was not expecting the blow.  Samson quickly followed up with a sharp knee into the cock and balls.  Needless to say, College Stud quickly lost his hardon, as well as his balance as he doubled over.  Samson grabbed the hair on the back of College Stud’s head and pulled him up and slammed him back into the lockers.  Samson then placed each hand into the armpit of the College Stud, splayed his fingers out, and clamped down with a double pec claw.  He used his thumbs to press and rub against the kid’s nipple – causing them to harden despite the pain.  College Stud just grunted at this latest insult.  He still had not gotten his wind back from the knee to the balls.

     Hercules had released Ray and pulled his arms behind his back, where Slim had proceeded to force the hands through the leg openings of Ray’s trunks (which he had retrieved from the back pocket of College Stud’s jeans) and pulled the trunks up over the arms to the mid thigh.  This effectively placed Ray’s arms in bondage.  Ray was then sat on the bench.  The laces of his boots were untied for one or two turns and then tied in a noose around his balls.  If Ray tried to lower his legs, he stretched his balls.  He was forced to keep his legs sitting on the bench.  He was no “immobilized” and unable to leave the room.

     While Ray was being outfitted with his new “attire”, Stocky had been busy removing College Studs tank top and his
jockstrap – rendering him naked and all of his body available for the 4 sadistic wrestlers.  Samson pulled College Stud away from the locker by his pec claw.  The College Stud had now brought his hands around and was trying to pry the finger and the claw free.  Seeing this, Slim and Stocky each stepped in, grabbed his a wrist and then pulled the arms out to the side.  With the pain in his pecs, College Stud was not able to generate enough force to pull his hands in.  As Samson released the pec claw, Slim and Stocky each twisted the arm he was holding forcing College Stud down to his knees.  They each then began kicking the toe of the foot into the armpit of the helpless stud, while continuing to stretch out the arms.

     After the kicks to the armpit ceased, College Stud was pulled back to his feet, his arms still stretched out,  and Samson and Hercules began delivering a series of pump handle blows into the pits as if they were trying to dislocate the shoulders.  With each blow, College Stud screamed out in pain and was lifted off his feet.  After 10 such blows, the unwilling wrestling stud was then dropped to the floor on his back.  Slim sat on the left arm, Stocky on the right and both began delivering a series of punches and slams into the bulging biceps.  After about 20 blows each, they then applied a claw hold into the rapidly softening muscle tissues.  Further screams emanated from the downed College Stud.

     Once the biceps claws were securely in place, Samson and Hercules began a series of stomps and leg drops into the corded abs.  The unrelenting assault went on for five minutes, driving any remaining resistance from the stud.  Hercules then kneeled down by the side of the College Studs and applied a double handed claw into the abdominal muscles.  He kneaded, mashed and slammed the muscle alternately to soften them up.  His fingers sank deeper into the abdominals until his first knuckle had disappeared.  He then hooked his fingers like claws and began trying to lift the unresisting body from the floor.  He was able to lift up as the College Stud arched his back as much as possible to relieve the pain, however, this did not do much good.  Samson had Hercules return the body to the floor, and then standing to one side of the chest he again clamped on a double pec claw.  Signaling to Slim, Stocky and Hercules, the four of them worked in concert and literally lifted the College Stud off the floor and had him hanging in the air with claws from his biceps, pecs, and abdominal muscles.  His head hung back and his mouth open as he screamed in abject pain.  However, no one was around to hear him except Ray and he was “tied” up at the moment.  Or maybe there were some wrestlers who did hear him, but just didn’t want to encounter the wrath of these four sadistic studs.

          After five minutes, all four wrestlers released their claws at once and the College Stud dropped back to the floor.  He was in pain everywhere.  He tried to move his hands down to rub at his sore abs, but the early work had done its job and he was unable to move his arms.  Samson simply laughed as he looked down at the reddened pecs and abs.  He then pushed then reached down and grabbed one of the legs.  Stocky did the same with the other leg and then with almost machine gun like efficiency they began a series of stomps and kicks to the thighs and inner thighs.  This was then followed by a series of leg snaps, stretching out the groin muscles and causing tremendous pain.  Once they were satisfied with their handiwork, the two wrestlers dropped down and applied claw holds to the upper thighs.  They were soon joined by Hercules and Slim who applied claw holds on the lower thighs.  College Stud was experiencing what the foursome would later dub “death by claws”.
The four wrestlers continued to release and re-apply the claws in a “massaging” fashion, although they weren’t restful massages.  After several minutes, all four wrestlers released their claws.  With a smirk, Samson grabbed the jock strap and ripped it from College Studs body, exposing the genitals.  While, no longer hard his cock still made an impression.  Even soft it was 6", but more importantly was thick and meaty.  His balls were large and pendulous.

     Slick reached down and grabbed the nuts pulling them down as far in the sack as they would go and then stretched the scrotum out full length.  He then trapped the left nut between his right thumb and fingers and began squeezing.  He used his left thumb and forefinger to trap the other nut.  College Stud’s screams reached new heights as he felt as if his nuts were being crushed – which they were.  Samson reapplied his abdominal claw, Hercules grabbed the left pec and Stocky grabbed the right pec.  Again, College Stud was lifted from the floor by his pecs and abs, while Slick continued to work the nuts.  College Stud didn’t realize that one could experience so much pain and still remain conscious.  Even Ray, in an uncomfortable position of his own, felt sorry for the young stud, but was grateful that the sadistic foursome was leaving him alone for the moment.

     Hercules leaned over the trapped stud’s head and said “Listen up College Stud.  We are having a hell of a lot of fun and can do this for hours.  Not sure that a pussy like you could stand up to it all though.  So if you do as you’re told, we’ll cut it short.  How ‘bout it??”

     College Stud nodded his head and mumbled “Yes, yes anything, just please stop,” between his screaming.  With a nod from Hercules, the claws were released and the hurting stud dropped back to the floor.  Again he tried to move his arms, to hold his tortured nuts, but they still were not functioning well and he was unable to get his arms down.  Hercules and the other 3 pro wrestling studs, quickly put College Stud in position for the next phase.  He was placed sitting on the bench in front of the locker next to Ray who was just “hanging out” (and hoping that these sadistic bastards were going to get their fill with the college boy).  College Stud was placed such that his nuts were hanging down in front of the bench.  Stocky sat on the floor in front of College Stud’s spread legs and grabbed the nuts and re-applied the nut claw, but only lightly.  Slim sat on the side of the left leg and grabbed the left thigh in a claw while Samson sat on the right and grabbed the right thigh.  At a signal from Hercules, all three tightened the claws down hard.  College Stud screamed.  At the next signal from Hercules, the three relaxed the pressure but maintained the claws.  While this had been going on, Hercules had set up a cam corder facing the College Stud.

     “Okay, Stud, I’m going to do an interview with you.  If I get answers I like, well and good.  If I don’t well then,” he then pointed his finger like a gun and pulled the trigger, whereby the three squeezed down on the claws.

     “Okay, yeah, yeah, I’ll give good answers,” screamed and then whimpered the beaten Stud.  The pressure was relieved.

     “Now Stud – no don’t like that name. I’ll call you pussy, is that okay?”

     College Stud started to say know when he realized the correct answer and replied “Okay.”

     Hercules started the camera and then the interview.  “Now why don’t you introduce yourself to the camera.”

     “My name is Mike,” which was interrupted by a scream as the claws were applied causing the Stud to change his answer to “My name is pussy boy,” with relief of the pressure.

     “So do you belong to a frat and if so which one.”

     “Yeah, I belong to the Sigma epsilon Chi frat, THE MACHO frat,” he replied.

     “So is Sigma Epsilon Chi really the Macho frat, or is it the faggot frat,” smirked Hercules.

     “It is the MACHO, aaaaahhhhhh, no, no, aaaah, okay, okay it is the Faggot frat,” was Stud’s answer with ‘encouragement’ from the claws.

     “Good now let’s get down to the nitty gritty.”  For over the next hour, College Stud was forced to answer questions in which he demeaned himself and every member of his frat pointing out who was the biggest pussy, the biggest ass, who had the smallest cock, who liked to take it up the ass, and who gave the best blow jobs.  Never mind that none of it was true, anything to stop the claws, especially that damned nut cracker.  After the interview was completed, Hercules ran a couple of copies of the tape.

     While the tapes were being reproduced, College Stud was again subjected to a series of claws to the pecs, biceps, abdomen and nuts.  Finally the four wrestlers were ready to end their fun.  Ray was released from bondage but told to stay put.  He wasn’t about to argue (not that he was able to do much anyway.)  College Stud was placed on the floor.  Hercules applied his abdominal claw, locking the fingers in tight.  Slim applied one pec claw using both hands, Samson applied the second pec claw using both hands and Stocky lifted College Boys head up so he could see the action.  At a signal from Hercules, they all lifted the Stud off the floor – again he was hanging from his pecs and abdominals.  Ray was ordered to walk between the spread legs, grab a ball in each hand and “claw the ever loving shit out of it or you will regret it.”  Ray didn’t need much more incentive and clamped down hard, pulling and stretching.  The screams from College Stud were loud and echoing, but only for a few minutes before he passed out.  He was then dropped to the floor.  While Ray was trussed up for the next part of the night, Slim and Samson preceding to further work on the unconscious Stud’s biceps making sure the arms were useless.

     When everything was ready, Ray was lead out naked, with his hands cuffed behind his back, a collar and a leash on his neck.  The boys were going to have a little more fun with him later tonight before releasing him.  He wouldn’t be a very cocky wrestler anymore, but the boys were going to make sure that he did continue to wrestle – as a jobber.  He was going to be their STATEMENT on entering the new league.  College Stud was taken out naked and over Hercules shoulder.  They drove in the van to the frat house, where College Stud was dropped on the front lawn, naked with Ray’s trunks and jock pulled over his head.  A couple of video tapes were also thrown beside him.  Hercules blared the horn until he saw some of the frat boys coming out and then took off.  His fellow brothers took College Stud into the house and began ministering to his needs and his wound.  College Stud just wanted to get out, but was in too much pain and hurt.  Once the video tape started, however, he was going to learn what pain and hurt were really like.  DAMN, why did he go to the wrestling matches tonight??

Battle Royal Massacre

Battle Royal Massacre Based on an original story by The Mangler

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Mike’s magnificently muscled body was splayed out for all to see, all his massive muscles straining and on full display. Of course, this was not exactly what the huge stud wanted, but at the moment Mike had no choice. 

The gorgeous young wrestler was being felt down on the floor in the very center of the wrestling ring. Both of his mighty arms were stretched above his head, held at full extension by the young stud Samson, who had his feet planted on Mike's huge shoulders and was pulling upward on Mike's wrists. Each of Mike’s legs were held by another young street punk and spread wide. His purple trunk clad crotch was widely exposed, presenting an enormous and inviting package that was about to be the target for the final young tough guy. 

Mike had ended up in this position as a result of the final wrestling match of the evening, a 20 man, $100,000 battle royal. Unbeknownst to him, however, his final four opponents had worked as a coordinated group during the event to eliminate the other wrestlers, while "protecting" the young muscle stud from being eliminated. The other four wrestlers had been wanting to have their way with the handsome young muscleman for a long time, and were now going to have their chance.

Mike was a ring veteran, having dropped out of college at age 20 to show those "pussy ass guys" how to really wrestle, and had been extremely successful in his 3 years in the league, quickly climbing to the top of the ranks. The brown-haired, blue-eyed hunk was one of the most popular wrestlers in the league, not only for his undefeated record, but also for his stunning good looks and incredible physique. Mike looked like a super hero, from his masculine, all-American boy-next-door face to his perfectly developed body. He stood 6’2” tall and weighed a massive 320 pounds of pure muscle, making him one of the heaviest and most muscular guys in the league...or anywhere else for that matter. He had a classic V-shaped figure with massive chest and incredibly broad, boulder-sized shoulders sitting on top of a tight 32" waist. All his muscles were exquisitely defined and had been worked on individually to achieve their astounding size and mass.

His four opponents were actually two tag teams who had joined the league only recently and were out to get noticed and noticed big. They were all light heavyweights but wanted to show they could play with the big boys. 

1. Samson, the leader of the group, was darkly handsome and dangerous, having lived on the streets for years. Though only 19 years old, he stood 5'11" tall and weighed an impressive 235 pounds of dense, powerful muscle. His shoulder length dark hair framed a ruggedly handsome face, and that same dark hair dusted his big chest and corrugated abs. 

1. Samson’s partner was Dan, a big, brown-haired farm boy from the Midwest who stood 6’1” tall and weighed in at a massive 280 pounds. The handsome young farm boy’s was the only remaining competitor who even approached Mike’s eye-popping size, though Dan was thicker and lacked the other man’s amazing definition. 

1. Scott, a beautiful blond stud of a man, stood 6' tall, weighed 220 pounds, and was 22 years old. He had a swimmer's build with long limbs, a huge square chest, and long, muscular arms and legs. He was a master of wrestling holds, both legal and illegal, and loved to torture his opponents. 

1. Craig was the shortest man at only 5’8” tall, but weighed 250 pounds and had a build like a brick shithouse. The handsome young blond 19-year-old had worked on his arms to develop massive biceps and tremendous upper body strength, and worked well with Scott, who helped set up devastating holds from him. 

All four of these wrestlers were friends and had the same philosophy--winning was everything. Any hold, any maneuver, any weapon was fair game as long as you won. And they all lusted after the huge super heavyweight stud, Mike.

With a loud yell of savage triumph, the huge fireplug Craig dropped straight down and drove his big, bare fist into the trapped and exposed nuts of the muscled hunk. A bellow of agony burst from Mike's full, beautiful lips as his big, fat nuts were driven straight into the mat, and a roar of approval erupted from he crowd. Every massive muscle in Mike's body tensed as the bomb exploded in his crotch. The big man thrashed so wildly that for a moment there was a doubt if the three other punks could maintain their holds, but they managed to hold onto the bigger stud. 

With much fanfare, a smiling Craig traded places with Dan at one of the hunk’s huge, outstretched legs. Dan stood and looked down at the inviting target, admiring the heroic bulge of cock and balls clearly outlined in the stud’s purple trunks. After the big man leered down at the huge stud for a few moments, he then jumped into the air and delivered an annihilating thigh smash into the exposed crotch, driving all 280 awesome pounds of farmboy muscle into the bigger man’s screaming balls. Again, a roar of approval erupted from the crowd as another deep bellow of anguish escaped from Mike's lips. The big man once again tried to curl up into a ball, but without success, held fast by the other three young punks.

Dan then traded places with Scott, who was holding the stud’s other leg. With a slow, methodical deliberateness, he walked between Mike's outstretched legs, rubbing his hands together with an almost childlike gleefulness. Mike's deep and husky voice pleaded with the handsome blond stud, but his pleadings were ignored. Scott lifted up his long and powerful right leg, and then delivered a devastating series of four full-force boot stomps into the trapped cock and balls, jamming his heel directly into the bulging shorts. The initial cry of agony was cut short as the last stomp drove the remaining air from Mike's powerful lungs. The huge muscle man almost lost consciousness from the intense pain, but he was not to be so lucky. 

Finally, Scott replaced Samson holding the man’s mighty arms. The dark-haired stud walked between Mike's massive legs, placed his hands on the wide spread thighs, and did a handstand over the prone hunk. Samson’s gorgeous muscles bulged and flexed most invitingly as he held that handstand for several long seconds before dropping down, driving both knees into the supremely now tender nuts of the stunningly handsome young wrestler, crushing them once again with devastating force. This final insult was the most intense yet, and Mike felt as if his big proud nuts had been pulverized into useless mush. 

In fact, almost any man’s testicles would indeed have been obliterated by this brutal series of attacks, but Mike’s enormous gonads were made of much tougher stuff than that.  The huge orbs were bruised and just starting to swell, but they were otherwise very much still intact. 

The violent jerking of his mighty muscles finally overcame the three young punks pinning him down, however, and Mike was finally able to tear himself free. The cataclysmic pain in his huge nuts was overwhelming, and all Mike could do was roll onto his side and cradle his tenderized and nearly demolished bull balls in his huge hands.

The four young punks smiled and gave each other high five's, and then turned to the audience to stir them into an even greater frenzy. They then huddled in a small circle in the center of the stage to decide what to do next. 

After conferring for several moments, the punks broke out of their circle with wide, shit eating grins and a malevolent sparkle in their eyes. Samson stripped off his tight yellow and blue striped lycra shorts with great fanfare, revealing his well-packed jock strap underneath. The crowd was obviously pleased the by the sight, for Samson had a huge cock and big balls the size of large lemons, clearly outlined against the thin material of the jock. 

While this was happening, Scott, Dan, and Craig were busy relieving a weakly struggling Mike of his purple trunks, revealing an even more incredibly packed jockstrap. The crowd gasped at the sheer size of Mike’s genitals, barely contained by the thin mesh material. Fully soft, Mike’s enormous horse cock was over 8” long and nearly as thick as a beer can. Even more amazing were Mike’s incredible balls. If his cock was heroic, then his balls were absolutely legendary. Each massive nut was the size of a clenched fist, and together they stretched the poor jockstrap to the breaking point. Mike was unable to mount much of a struggle as the punks took off his purple trunks, and could only groan in dismay. 

Next, the crowd watched in confusion as the four toughs proceeded to force Samson's tight yellow and blue lycra shorts onto the much larger - and much heavier hung - Mike. The trunks were several sizes too small, due both to the prodigious size of the big man’s gloriously beefy, muscular ass and the awesome mass of his colossal endowment. But with much struggling and rough man handling, including several hands forcefully stuffing Mike’s cotton-encased cock and balls into the too-small lycra pouch, the four men were eventually successful. Mike's crotch was now obscenely outlined in the new trunks, each curve and bulge of his massive cock and balls as clearly defined as if the lycra trunks were a second set a skin. 

But from the punk’s view, there was another benefit -- Mike's huge balls were now held in a vise-like grip. As his tortured and brutalized nuts tried to swell, they would be squeezed tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure and pain on the studly man’s already aching nuts. His balls had been effectively placed in an increasing pressure vise.

Mike's big purple trunks were tossed into the crowd, where a fierce battle raged over them. The eventual winner was a handsome and muscular jock frat member from the local college. From the ring, Samson noted who the winner was and made a mental note to find out more -- after all, he loved crushing handsome and cocky college jocks. 

Clad now only in his jockstrap, Samson and his compatriots turned toward their victim and their continuing match.

Mike was picked up and double body slammed by Scott and Dan. They repeated the maneuver a second time. Following the third body slam, Craig dropped down, sitting on both of Mike's muscular thighs. Scott and Dan each took an enormous arm and spread it out to the side. They each placed one hand on the shoulder and one at the elbow of their respective arm, and then began a series of knee drops into the massive, 24½” biceps of their mighty opponent, delivering no less than 20 knee drops into the dense, powerful muscle. On each drop, Craig would drive his hard fist into Mike’s defenseless nuts, reinforcing the pain radiating from his huge bull-like nuts and further weakening the mighty orbs.

Meanwhile, Samson was playing to the crowd, showing mock concern for Mike, his horror and delight at the various moves, as well as posing and showboating his own beautiful body to the crowd. He paid particular attention to the side of the ring where College Jock (as he referred to him mentally) had won the fight for Mike's trunks. Definite plans were forming in Samson mind for College Jock -- plans the handsome young frat boy probably would not like.

After the 20th knee drop, Mike's huge biceps were reddened and beginning to soften up. He was pulled to his feet, where Scott and Dan placed each of his arms behind his back in an arm bar and began pushing the arms as high up the back as possible, forcing Mike onto his tip toes. Samson and Craig each picked an arm and began delivering machine gun like punches into the trapped biceps and shoulders. Big Mike was too overwhelmed with pain to do much more than grunt and cry out in pain, and the bloodthirsty crowd was loving every minute of it.

Following this, Samson and Craig prepared Mike for a double shoulder breaker. Samson raised Mike with a crotch grab, squeezing Mike’s trapped nuts mercilessly as he did so, and placed him upside down. Craig dropped to one knee and extended his other knee. After parading Mike's body around the ring, Samson trapped both of Mike's hands at his back, and then dropped Mike's shoulders onto his and Craig’s outstretched knees, driving the shoulder's into Mike's body. Mike's body was then dropped to the mat like a huge, 320-pound sack of potatoes. The big muscle stud lay there unmoving, just groaning softly, already utterly defeated. 

Scott hauled Mike upright, drove his left arm into a hammerlock, and then charged Mike across the ring into the ring post with his left shoulder. Dan then proceeded to perform the same maneuver to the right shoulder. Samson then did the left shoulder, Craig the right shoulder. Each of his opponent's then performed the same maneuver again, and then once again. At this point Mike was in so much pain he didn't know what hurt most, his humongous arms, his powerful shoulders, or his behemoth nuts. More importantly, the biceps and shoulder work has rendered his arms temporarily useless, making him unable to defend himself.

Samson then directed Dan and Craig to stand Mike up, hold each of his arms in an arm bar, and then use their inner legs to force Mike's legs wide apart. Mike was now standing with his mighty chest and pecs pushed out and his crotch completely exposed and available. Samson the stepped forward and began delivering powerful punches into Mike's enormous left pec, while Scott began punching into the right. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The beefy sound of flesh on solid flesh could be heard all the way in the back of the stands as the two muscular punks continued sending a barrage of punches into Mike’s massive man tits. 

The onslaught was beginning to weaken the magnificent pectorals, much to the crowd’s delight and approval. Occasionally, either Samson or Craig would deliver a shot into the exposed crotch with either a knee or fist. This forced Mike to attempt to lean forward to protect his screaming nuts, but the arm bars by Scott and Dan prevented this from happening. 

After about 5 minutes of solid chest punching, Samson took his right hand and placed a vicious pec claw on Mike's left tit, then reinforced it with his left hand. Scott then placed a pec claw on Mike's right pec, digging even deeper into the 6-inch-thick pectorals with his powerful fingers. Dan and Craig then released the arm bars and stood back. Mike was now held up and in place by nothing more than the vicious pec claws. Mike bellowed in pain, his huge arms hanging uselessly at his side, unable to beat off his attackers. 

Stocky and muscular Craig then delivered a brutal uppercut through Mike's outstretched legs, driving his swelling nuts into his pubic bone. The wind was once again knocked from Mike's lungs as the pain exploded in his crotch. Dan repeated the maneuver with similar devastating results. But though they felt busted and thoroughly broken, Mike’s supremely tough nuts somehow continued to endure, swelling even larger in the straining lycra shorts but otherwise still intact. For now at least.

Samson and Scott then released the pec claws and Mikes fell face first to the canvas, falling with a loud thud as his great muscles smacked against the mat. He was quickly flipped on his back, and Dan and Craig, the heaviest of the two punks, began a series of kicks, stomps, and knee drops onto the downed wrestler's awesome bulging pecs. 

Samson meanwhile began playing to the crowd again and scanned them. He took particular notice of College Stud and the growing lump in his jeans. He really seemed to be getting off on the action. Samson wondered if he would enjoy it so much if he were on the other end. Smirking, he turned his attention back to the action.

After briefly conferring with the other wrestlers, Samson climbed onto the ring apron. The other wrestlers lifted Mike to his feet and draped him over the top rope with his big, succulent nipples protruding out across the rope like a pair of big pencil erasers. On the outside of the ring, Samson grabbed Mike around his upper trunk, Scott and Dan lifted Mike by his feet, and the three wrestlers then pulled Mike across the ring ropes from one corner post to another. Mike threw back his handsome head and uttered another deafening cry of pain as his tender nipples were burned across the length of the rope. This was repeated several times and then Mike was thrown to the canvas, where he rocked back and forth in pain, the rope burns clearly visible on his bruised chest and swollen nipples.

The quartet next turned their attention to Mike's powerful washboard abs, beginning with a series of punches, uppercuts, and karate thrusts by each wrestler. When one young punk felt his punches were losing their affect, the next wrestler took over. To keep Mike upright, his arms were tied between the 1st and 2nd ring ropes, splaying out his magnificent body in a spread-eagled position. 

After at least 10 minutes of delivering punches to the muscle stud’s cobblestone abdominals, each of the wrestlers took position across the ring and lined up like a football player. Samson would scream "hut one, hut two, hike" and each of the opponents in turn would charge across the ring to deliver a head butt into Mike’s exposed, corrugated gut. The handsome man’s tight, powerful muscle belly was starting to weaken under the abuse, and the head butts were soon able to drive deeper and deeper into the man’s tortured gut. 

Each man did this several times, with each head butt hitting lower and lower until POW! - they were slamming into Mike’s massive, meaty, and extraordinarily tender nuts. The small lycra trunks were doing their job very well, and the vise closing on Mike's nuts was getting tighter and tighter. Mike felt like his huge nuts were being crushed flat between two steel plates. 

The last head butt managed to jar Mike lose from the ropes, and he fell onto the mat. Several knee drops to the abdomen followed, and then a double stomach claw by Scott and Craig, while Samson egged on the crowd. The hands of the claw literally seemed to disappear into the tenderized belly as the battered abdominal muscles lost their ability to protect the gut.

Sensing the time was near to end the torment, Samson, standing in front, and Scott, standing in back, grabbed the trunks Mike was wearing and ripped them from his body, leaving the muscleman totally naked for the first time that night. The sudden freedom of his swollen balls dropping to the bottom of their big, baggy sac ripped a ragged scream from Mike, and the huge stud immediately dropped to his knees. He felt as though his huge nuts had been ripped off. The enormous balls immediately began swelling to even greater proportions, finally freed from the pressure vise. 

Once again, the crowd let out an audible gasp as the hunk’s giant balls were finally revealed. The mighty orbs had now swollen well beyond the size of the largest of grapefruit, and were glowing an angry dark red color from all of the abuse. The tortured testicles hung extraordinarily low in their hairy sac due to all the abuse, stretching the heavy scrotum to nearly five full inches from his crotch. 

The feeling of his aching, throbbing nuts swinging ponderously from between his massive legs was more than the young hunk’s awesome virility could bear, and his huge cock began to swell of it’s own accord. The wrestlers, and indeed the whole audience, watched in rapt amazement as the huge cock swelled in less than 10 seconds into its full, awesome, eye-popping size. When fully tumescent, the mighty cock was over a full 13” in length and thick as a wrist, the bulbous head alone the size of a large apple. 

Samson recovered from his amazement first, and ordered Scott and Dan to hold Mike up. Samson then grabbed the base of the heavy ball sac in his left hand and roughly squeezed and rolled the balls around for several minutes, eliciting moans and groans of pain from the big man. Then, using the palm of his left hand as a "backstop," he made a fist with his right hand and delivered a smashing blow into the trapped nuts. Mike grunted in pain, and his pulsing cock began to ooze a thick bead of precum. Samson landed a second punch, and then a third, and then more and more, continuing the horrifically brutal ball beating. These were blows intended to destroy a man’s nuts, not just cause him pain, and the powerful blows were starting to do their work, continuing to wear down the awesome resistance of those two twin bull balls. 

After Samson had landed several dozen mighty blows into the big man’s huge swollen nuts, he was replaced by the powerhouse Craig, who smashed Mike’s balls with a devastating series of 20 knee lifts, actually lifting the 320-pound Mike off the mat with the force of the blows. Then Scott took over, using Mike’s nuts as a bulging punching bag, each blow causing the huge nuts to bounce and swing wildly in their pouch. Big Dan was last, and he followed Samson’s lead, pulverizing Mike’s screaming nuts with mighty punches, and all but reducing the big guys massive nuts to a broken, pulpy mass of busted nut guts. 

But somehow, miraculously, Mike’s nuts were still alive. His monster balls were swelling to the size of cantaloupes, their dark red bruising was edging toward purple, and they had grown positively squishy under the inhumanly brutal onslaught, but they were still whole and intact .

Samson again took over and delivered a karate kick into the wide-open nuts, splitting them to either side and crushing them against the stud’s body. Mike threw back his beautiful head and bellowed in animal agony, and was then allowed to drop to the mat, where he lay without moving, nearly unconscious.

The four wrestlers met for a final meeting, and decided on a “grand finale” for the helpless and handsome muscle stud. 

First, Dan tossed Craig over the top rope, eliminating him. Samson and Dan then tossed Scott over the rope. Scott and Craig quickly climbed up on the ring apron, and Samson and Dan began each grabbed one of Mike’s ankle and began dragging the huge muscle man across the mat, his sweat-soaked skin allowing him to slide easily over the mat’s surface. The hauled the huge handsome stud crotch first toward a corner turnbuckle, where Craig and Scott had recently removed all of the protective padding, leaving the thick metal post exposed. Samson and Dan then handed Mike’s ankles to the other two punks, who pulled the man’s massively muscled legs spread wide apart and prepared to deliver their coup de grace. 

By this time, Mike’s huge horse cock was drooling precum freely, and a big pool of the thick, clear, viscous liquid had formed beneath the powerfully throbbing organ all over his washboard abdomen. Mike looked up and realized with horror what his next torment would be, but barely had a chance to utter a terrified gasp before the short fireplug Craig shouted, “Say goodbye to your unborn children, you muscle bound freak!!” 

Craig and Scott then yanked Mike’s huge legs with all of their might, slamming the man’s  vulnerable balls against the metal post with a sickening crunch. A horrendous scream escaped from Mike’s lips as his huge nuts connected with destructive force into the turnbuckle. The man wished desperately at that moment to pass out, but he was simply too strong and tough for that, and had to endure every moment of the impending annihilation of his goliath bull balls. 

Again and again, they repeated the maneuver, further bludgeoning the already screaming and rapidly crumbling bull nuts and ripping even more bellows of agony from the beaten man’s lungs. Not even Mike’s mighty balls could survive such brutal abuse much longer. 

Samson saw that the muscle man’s huge cock was drooling ever more precum from all this abuse, and he and Dan leapt over the ropes and took over from the other two punks. Slam! Slam! Slam! Again and again and again, Mike’s squishy nuts were crushed against the turnbuckle, crushing them flatter and flatter with each terrific blow. Mike’s huge cock was throbbing harder and harder, and Samson knew the time was near. With one last heave, the two wrestlers slammed Mike’s nuts with the greatest force yet, and then the incredible happened. 

With a bellow of primal anguish, Mike’s entire muscular body arched in agony and his monster cock swelled even larger still, growing to most than 14 unbelievable inches in length, and then began spewing out the most massive ropes of the thickest, whitest cum any of them had ever seen. Gush after gush erupted from the muscleman’s throbbing cock, blasting high into the air to land with wet splats across the mat and on top of the stud’s own sweat-soaked, heaving bulk. Literally dozens of titanic wads shot from the pistoning cock, each as large as the one before it, before the super human orgasm finally began to ebb. 

Just as the monumental orgasm was about to end, Samson dropped his whole body elbow first into Mike’s cracked and busted nuts, utterly crushing the big beauties and forcing one final huge blast of cum from the rock-hard cock. 

The crowd leapt to their feet and cheered ferociously at this display of hyper masculine virility and the utter domination and destruction of the huge muscle man. The mat was drenched in thick ropes of Mike’s seed, nearly a gallon of the thick funk coating the slick floor. 

At this point, Dan was thrown from the ring, making Samson the ultimate winner of the battle royal. Samson exited the ring quickly, and he and Craig pulled Mike out of the ring and to his feet, draping his huge, useless arms over their shoulder's and "helping" the naked, destroyed muscle man back to the dressing room. As they walked up the aisle, they would stop to allow the fans to punch, fondle, and abuse the broken bodybuilder. 

As they came upon the college stud, the handsome jock reached out, grabbed Mike by the horrifically swollen nuts with both hands, and began squeezing as hard as he could. Having just pumped out an earth shattering load, Mike’s huge nuts were even more mushy and tender than before, and the young man’s fingers were easily able to dig into the very heart of the two beefy man lumps. The young jock’s brutal ball squeezing caused the big man to bellow in renewed agony and, after just a few minutes to this abuse, Mike surprised everyone by shooting another load. This second deluge of cum was nearly as massive as his first one, blasting his thick sperm all over the college jock until the young man’s clothes were drenched with the stuff. Samson encouraged the young man to then deliver a series of punches into the swollen nutsac, making the gargantuan gonads quiver like they were made out of jelly. 

After pumping out his second mind-blowing orgasm, the brutal beating was more than Mike could take, and he finally and mercifully passed out. 

Samson invited College Stud to the dressing room with them, and the handsome and naive young stud accepted. Samson and Craig continued their march back to the dressing room with Mike in tow, the college guy close behind with Scott and big Dan pulling up the rear. Mike didn't know it yet, but he would soon be owing the College Stud a huge favor. While Mike still had many humiliating and painful moments to come, most of the post match action was going to be against the College Stud, because Samson and his boys enjoyed destroying fresh meat over playing with already busted meat.

Abducted, Abused, and Abandoned - Original Version

Abducted, Abused, and Abandoned

 (Gaz meets “the dark twins”)

posted by Alex

Special thanks to our reader Gaz! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who is staunchly anti-violence but makes an exception when it comes to hurting testicles!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more Details.

Featured in this story: Andrew and Brett, two guest characters who have been introduced a couple of years ago in the Shakeout stories: The math, The funnel, Erections

Warning: This story contains extreme violence, blood and gore. It’s the most cruel and violent story I have ever written. If you don’t like the sound of that you might want to skip this one…

The grey, inconspicuous van drove through the night. The road was deserted. The headlights of the car were the only source of light. There were no houses, no streetlights, no traffic. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

It was close to midnight.

Inside the van, techno music was blaring from the loudspeakers.

The driver and his companion on the passenger seat where laughing and joking.

Andrew and Brett had always been close. They were identical twins, both of them handsome and sexy, tall and athletic, with pitch black hair and brown eyes.

“Turn the music up!” Andrew yelled at his brother. “I don’t want to hear him scream.” He laughed. “Yet.”

Brett giggled and turned up the volume.

The screams from the back of the van were drowned out by thumping beat.

Brett’s hands drummed onto the dashboard in the rhythm of the beat.  

The twins dressed the same, they shared the same taste in music, they liked the same movies, they favored the same food. They did everything together.

When Gaz had moved into the neighborhood, Andrew and Brett had taken an immediate dislike to him. Gaz was 29 years old, a shy guy, just 5’6” tall, with dark hair. He was a bit of a loner.

The twins made fun of him because of his size, bullying him and tormenting him whenever they saw him.

Now he was lying the back of their van, bound, scared and screaming.

Andrew steered the van off the road onto a path that was so small and overgrown with plants that most people would have missed it.

A little while later, the path ended, and the van stopped in front of a cabin.

Andrew turned the engine off.

The music stopped.

Silence.

Gaz lifted his head and looked up, his eyes red from crying.

The twins turned around and looked at him. Then they burst out laughing.

“Look at him”, Brett laughed. “Just look at the little bitch!”

“Oh, he’s afraid”, Andrew said in mock-sympathy. He turned to his brother, a huge grin on his face. “Do you think he has pissed his pants?”

Brett shuddered. “Eww! Pathetic loser!”

“What are you going to do with me?” Gaz whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming.

Andrew grinned. “We are going to party.”

“We’ll have some fun”, Brett chimed in.

“Well, maybe you won’t”, Andrew laughed. “But we will…”

They got out of the car and opened the rear doors.

Brett grabbed Gaz’ feet and tried pulling him out.

Gaz was kicking and screaming

“Wow, look at him, Andy”, Brett grinned. “He thinks he can kick his way out of this…”

Andrew chuckled. “Pathetic loser!”

Without too much effort, Brett lifted Gaz up.

“Oh, Brett”, Andrew said causally.

Brett looked at him.

“Don’t call me Andy”, Andrew said and kicked his brother in the groin.

His boot-clad foot connected with the big bulge in Brett’s jeans, ramming his nuts into his body.

Brett let out a surprised grunt and dropped Gaz to the ground. He doubled over, clutching his crotch. “You got me good”, he giggled, rubbing his groin.

Gaz was on the ground, groaning in pain.

“You dropped the bitch”, Andrew remarked as he opened the door to the cabin.

Brett snickered and grabbed Gaz’ feet and dragged him into the cabin.

Brett stripped Gaz naked and tied him to a wooden chair while Andrew was outside, turning on the generator that supplied the cabin with electricity.

“Andy, come, you gotta look at this!” Brett yelled from inside the cabin.

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me Andy!” he yelled back.

“Come on, you won’t believe this!” Brett yelled.

Andrew sighed and grabbed the toolbox that was standing near the generator.

When he entered the cabin, his brother was crying with laughter.

“Look at this!” Brett was gasping for breath. “Look at his pathetic cock!”

Andrew dropped the box with the power tools and got closer. “What the fuck”, he laughed.

Gaz was stark naked, his pale body shivering, tears streaming down his face. Between his thighs, a tiny worm of a dick, maybe one or two inches long, was sitting over a shriveled sack.

Andrew had to look closely to spot the two tiny peas inside Gaz’ ballsack.

“Are those his nuts?” Andrew laughed.

“I don’t know if you can call them that”, Brett mused. “But, yeah, I guess they are.”

Andrew and Brett burst out laughing.

Gaz let out a pitiful sob.

“Damn, we don’t have a lot to work with this time”, Andrew sighed.

Brett shrugged. “What did you expect? A short guy like that…”

“I guess you’re right”, Andrew said. “But I kinda hoped he’d surprise us.”

Brett laughed. “No such luck.”

Andrew opened the tool box. “Do we start with his dick or his balls?”

Brett shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t we let him decide?”

Andrew smiled and turned to Gaz.

Gaz had his eyes closed. His body was shivering with fear.

“Hey bitch”, Andrew said.

Gaz winced.

“Hey, bitch!” Andrew yelled. “Open your fucking eyes! Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

Gaz’ eyes opened and he stared at Andrew.

“What do you want to lose first, bitch?” Andrew grinned. “Your cock or your balls?”

Gaz stared at him.

Andrew chuckled. “He’s so cute, isn’t he?”

Brett laughed. “He’ll be much cuter without his dick!”

Andrew laughed.

Gaz cleared his throat. “Please---“ His voice cracked. “Please, don’t---“

“I asked you a question, bitch!” Andrew interrupted him. “What do you want to lose first? Your pathetic little dick or your tiny marbles?”

Gaz’ eyes shifted from Andrew to Brett and back to Andrew again.

The twin brothers were smiling like Cheshire cats.

“I---“ Gaz’ eyes filled with tears. “I---“

“I--- I--- I---“, Andrew mocked him. He turned to his brother. “Looks like he can’t decide.”

“What a loser”, Brett sighed. “Why don’t we start on his balls?”

Andrew grinned. “Sound like a plan.”

He reached inside the toolbox and produced a pair of car jumper cables. He held them up and grinned. “Who’s up for some roasted nuts?”

Brett laughed. “Oooooh, roasted nuts! My favorites!” He turned to Gaz and grinned. “I hope you like them, too.”

Andrew chuckled as he placed a car battery in front of Gaz. “You know”, he said casually, “these nuts are almost too small for roasting.” He winked at Gaz. “I’m sure they’ll be good and done in no time…” He clamped the cables to Gaz’ nuts, laughing out loud when Gaz screamed in pain.

“Please!” Gaz whimpered. “Please don’t do this.”

Andrew knelt down in front of the car battery and looked at his brother. “He doesn’t want us to do this.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Brett grinned at Gaz. “Well, tough luck, bitch!” He turned to Andrew. “Fry ‘em, bro!”

Andrew hooked the cables to the car battery.

Gaz squealed in pain as the electricity passed through his little balls. His body was rocking on the chair as his balls were fried to useless pieces of dead meat.

Andrew and Brett were laughing their asses off, watching the destruction of Gaz’ nuts.

Smoke started rising from Gaz’ crotch and his .

Suddenly, Gaz’s body went limp.

“No!” Brett yelled.

“Fucking loser!” Andrew chimed in.

Brett yanked the cables from the car battery. “What a fucking sissy!” He stared at Gaz’s limp body. His nutsack was bright red.

“Hey!” Andrew yelled at Gaz. “Wake up, bitch!”

Brett brought his leg back and stomped down on Gaz’s fried, pitiful balls. “Wake up!” he yelled, crunching Gaz’s balls again and again until Gaz’ eyes opened and he let out a tortured wail.

“My nuts”, he whimpered, looking down at his bruised, red ballsack. “You killed my nuts…”

Andrew chuckled and kicked Gaz’s pathetic balls as hard as he could, making Gaz howl in pain. “You passed out, bitch.”

“We don’t want you to pass out”, his brother said with a grin.

“And we’ll make sure you don’t pass out again”, Andrew continued. He fetched a syringe and filled it with a milky substance from a little vial. Then he held it up. “Where do you want me to inject you?”

Gaz’ eyes widened. “Please---“

“Stop whining, bitch!” Brett screamed. “We're going to destroy your cock and balls anyway - you better shut up or we'll make it even more painful for you!”

“This is not a painkiller, by the way. It will just paralyze you and it’ll make sure that you stay awake the whole time”, Andrew explained with a mean grin, flicking his finger against the syringe. “So I ask you again. Where do you want me to inject you?”

Gaz broke out in tears.

Andrew looked at his brother and rolled his eyes. “Fucking cry-baby”, he chuckled.

Brett laughed. He reached between Gaz’s thighs and grabbed his little dick. “Here”, he said. “Stick it into his dick.”

Andrew laughed. “Ewww.”

Brett giggled. “Stick it right into his dickhead.”

Gaz shook his head violently. “No, please, no!”

Andrew laughed.

The two brothers knelt in front of Gaz.

Brett held Gaz’ little cock, and Andrew jabbed the needle into Gaz’s sensitive dickhead, right above his piss slit.

Gaz screamed from the top of his lungs.

The twins laughed as Andrew emptied the contents of the syringe into Gaz’s cock. When the syringe was empty, he pushed further and further until the tip of the needle came out on the underside of Gaz’s cock.

“Ouch!” Brett laughed. “You pierced his little dick!”

Andrew chuckled and pulled out the syringe. He winked at his brother and jabbed the needle into Gaz’s shaft again and again, until the tiny tool was covered in blood.

Gaz was wailing in pain, staring at his aching, bloody cock and his fried balls.

“Okay”, Brett looked at Andrew. “We’ve fried his balls and perforated his dick. What next?”

Andrew grinned and rummaged through the tool box until he found a pair of pliers.

“That looks nasty”, Brett giggled.

“Yeah, it is!” Andrew said cheerfully. He knelt down in front of Gaz and applied the pliers to his tiny left nut. He looked Gaz in the eyes and clamped the pliers shut, squishing his nut between the jaws.

Gaz was squealing in agony as Andrew yanked and pulled at his poor left testicle, squashing it mercilessly.

Brett was watching him, laughing at Gaz’s pain. He reached into the tool box and produced a large hammer. “Do you mind if I join you?” he grinned at his brother.

“Lefty’s mine”, Andrew chuckled. “But feel free to bash his right nut in!”

Brett laughed and crouched down next to Andrew. He squinted at Gaz’s nutsack. “Damn”, he giggled, “that fucking thing is so tiny…” He lifted the hammer and sent it crashing down, missing Gaz’s right nut at the first try and hitting just the skin of his sack. He tried once more. On the third attempt, he managed to hit Gaz’s right nut dead-on, crunching the tiny little ball flat while his brother was pulling on his left testicle.

Gaz’ voice had turned hoarse from all the screaming. He was crying and sobbing and whining and groaning as the brutal twins tortured his junk.

After a couple of hard, nut-shattering blows with the hammer, Andrew reached for the tool box again. He searched around a bit until he found a rusty nail.

“Ooooh – that’s gonna hurt!” Brett laughed.

Andrew grinned. “Oh yeah!” He placed the nail on top of Gaz’s nut.

Gaz closed his eyes, whimpering in pain.

Andrew brought the hammer down, sending the nail right through Gaz’ ball and into the surface of the chair.

“Ouch!” Brett yelled, cringing in sympathy, before pulling out the nail from Gaz’ testicle and handing it to Andrew. “Do it again!”

Andrew laughed. He lined up the nail with Gaz’ nut again, making sure to choose another spot. WHAM! The nail went through the meat of Gaz’ testicle with ease, eliciting a tortured wail.

Again, Brett pulled the nail out and handed it to Andrew who proceeded to pierce Gaz’ poor testicle once more.

After half a dozen times, the twins grew tired of their little game.

Gaz’s nutsack was a bloody, bruised mess. His right nut looked lumpy and odd-shaped from the pliers, and his right ball had been punctured by the rusty nail. His little nutsack was covered in blood.

“Let’s finish his balls”, Brett grinned, “before we focus on his little dick…”

Andrew chuckled. “Nice.” He grabbed a vise from the tool box.

The two brothers applied it to Gaz’ ballsack, making sure that both of his balls were crushed flat. Gradually, they turned the screws.

“Oh, look, it’s gonna give”, Brett snickered.

The twins laughed, watching Gaz’s little nuts get crushed by the vise. The little meatballs went flatter and flatter.

“Amazing”, Andrew grinned, turning the screws tighter and tighter. “I thought it would have popped aleady.”

Brett giggled. “The little suckers are tougher than I thought. Maybe they’ll sur---“

SQUITCH!

Brett and Andrew burst out laughing as Gaz’s right nut gave and turned into mushy goo that was sloshing inside his sack.

“Nope”, Brett dead-panned. “That one’s dead.” He looked up at Gaz. “How does it feel to have lost a nut?”

Andrew giggled and continued turning the screw.

SQUATCH!

“Oops”, Brett snickered. “Let me rephrase that: How does it feel to have lost two nuts?”

Andrew burst out laughing.

Gaz was retching and gagging, too weak to scream.

Andrew loosened the vise, grabbing Gaz’s pathetic, empty sack that was filled with nut sludge. “You gotta feel this”, he giggled. “So funny!”

His brother didn’t have to be told twice.

The twins shared a laugh as they felt up Gaz’s soft, squishy sack of nut sauce.

“Hey, bitch”, Brett grinned. “Have you ever wondered what your sack looks like from the inside?” He winked at Gaz. “Well, guess what - you’re about to find out!”

Gaz’ eyes widened with terror Brett reached for a box cutter.

Brett grabbed Gaz’ nutsack, giggling with excitement, and pressed the squishy sack against the chair. Then he cut it open, splitting Gaz’ scrotum in one swift motion.

The two brother giggled as blood started to run down Gaz’ legs. Some unrecognizable pulpy matter that once was Gaz’ manhood dropped to the floor with a wet splat.

“Ewwww”, the two brothers cringed.

“Look at what’s left of your balls, bitch!” Andrew chuckled. “This is fucking hilarious!”

Brett poked at the chunky, gooey puddle on the floor and laughed. “Those little nuts made quite a mess, huh?

“Look, there’s something left inside”, Andrew grinned and reached inside the bloody, wide open sack.

Tears were running down Gaz’ face and he screamed in pain as Andrew tore out the remains of Gaz’ balls and threw the gooey mess onto the floor where it landed with a wet splat.

Brett snickered and reached between Gaz’ legs. “Did you leave anything for me, bro?”

His twin brother laughed. “Sorry. His sack is totally empty.”

Brett inspected Gaz’s scrotum. Andrew was right. It was empty. A useless, empty bag of soft, wrinkled, bloody skin.

Brett shrugged. “Okay, now let’s see what we can do with his little dick.”

Gaz was sobbing, his face pale and contorted in agony, his eyes filled with fear.

Brett got a power drill from the tool box and giggled.

Andrew laughed. “Oh, fuck, this is gonna be awesome!”

Brett snickered. “His pee hole is a bit too small, don’t you think?”

Andrew scratched his chin, pretending to think hard about his brother’s remark. “Yeah”, he said finally. “Maybe you are right…” He looked at Brett and grinned. “Do you think you could do something about that?”

The brother broke out laughing.

Brett lined up the power drill and pressed the button.

The whirring of the power drill filled the cabin.

“Nooo!” Gaz whimpered weakly.

Brett ignored him and rammed the power drill into Gaz’ urethra.

Gaz squealed in agony as Brett drilled into his little cock.

Brett and Andrew were screaming with laughter as blood and gore and shredded pieces of Gaz’s dickhead flew through the air.

After what seemed like an eternity, Brett stopped the power drill and looked at what was left of Gaz’s little dick.

There was blood everywhere.

The brothers looked at each other and chuckled.

Andrew looked at his watch. “It’s getting late”, he said.

Brett nodded.

“Let’s rip his dick off”, Andrew suggested matter-of-factly. “Do you wanna go for pizza tonight?”

Brett thought for a moment. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Andrew nodded and grabbed a sharp hook from the tool box. He jammed the hook into the shaft of Gaz’s dick, eliciting an anguished wail. Then he yanked hard.

The skin tore off Gaz’ cock and Andrew stumbled backwards, crashing into the wall.

Brett burst out laughing.

“Aw, fuck”, Andrew groaned, rubbing his back. “Fucking asshole.”

His brother was roaring with laughter, gasping for breath as he pointed at Gaz’s skinned dick.

Andrew raised his eyebrows and got closer. “Holy fuck”, he laughed.

Gaz’ tiny dick was a piece of raw, bloody meat, its head shredded and destroyed, its skin entirely torn off.

“You can’t even rip his dick off”, Brett giggled.

Andrew frowned and looked at his twin brother. “Shut up. I’ve done it dozens of times!”

Brett laughed. “Yeah, but this time you fucked up.”

Andrew glared at him. Then he grabbed Gaz’ raw, skinned dick and rammed the hook deep into the flesh.

Gaz let out a miserable whimper.

Andrew started pulling.

Brett watched him, an amused expression on his face.

Gaz was screaming in pain as his dick stretched further and further. Suddenly, it ripped clean off his body.

Andrew stumbled backwards. But this time he managed to stay on his feet.

Brett was laughing his ass off.

Andrew held up the hook with Gaz’ severed cock still attached. “See?” Andrew said casually. “Piece of cake.”

Brett chuckled.

They watched Gaz for a moment, squirming and sobbing and moaning on the chair, his crotch covered in blood. There was nothing left except for an empty bag of skin. No dick. No balls.

Brett looked at Andrew. “Pizza?”

Andrew dropped the hook with Gaz’ dick. It landed next to the puddle of goo that had been Gaz’s nuts.

“Pizza”, Andrew nodded.

The twins left the cabin and got into the car.

The grey, inconspicuous van drove through the night. The road was deserted. The headlights of the car were the only source of light. There were no houses, no streetlights, no traffic. Everything was peaceful and quiet.