u/Unusual_Judgment1182

Hi, I'm Fangsey or UnusualJudgment. I am an experienced writer, creator of many handcrafted stories - stories so taboo, that they can only appear on r/CastrationStories and r/GuroErotica.

That's right! I like to write about cute girls being snuffed, and also about horny guys fighting to denut each other. I understand, those are dissimilar topics, but that's the dichotomy of my creative work.

My specialties are noncon, fights, snuff, strangling, choking, castration, incest, necro. At the same time - I don't go into excessive gore and suffering. Also I avoid pee and poo, and other things I find distasteful.

Get a taste of my work here: https://www.reddit.com/user/Unusual_Judgment1182/comments/12oktz3/my_stories/

Or check out specific examples:

Stockings are a nice bonus (female-female snuff),

Therese's retreat (male-female snuff),

Home field advantage (female-male castration),

A daring shooting (male-male castration),

Josh eats grandma (if you want something experimental).

Commission price is $0.05 per word, story length up to and around 3000 words, time to write one story - about a week (it will be published in one of the previously mentioned subreddits).

Message me if you want a story done!

[mm, ballbusting, castration, twink, cum, brothers, commission]

Small clothing store was empty. A lone employee, Jason, sighed. Crowds of beachgoers were constantly walking by, reminding him that he definitely wasn't being paid enough to die here of boredom. Jason was a athletic guy, whose black curtain bangs framed his forehead and dark eyes. He needed some excitement in his life.

The store remained empty until a customer opened the door. Kevin, a young, slim eighteen-year-old guy walked in. He had messy short dark blond hair. He reminded Jason his younger brother, Noah. He too was wiry and slim teenager. Kevin looked at the racks of t-shirts, pants, bikinis and so on, as if being a bit unsure what he was looking for.

"Hi!" he greeted the man behind the counter.

"How can I help you?" Jason replied.

"I'm just looking for beach shorts."

"Over there, behind the t-shirts. Feel free to use the fitting room," Jason said.

While Kevin walked to take a look at the clothes, Jason observed him from behind. Jason wondered if this pretty boy had the same thing that made his brother stand out - a pair of huge balls. Noah's balls were so big that he often had trouble finding the right underwear for himself. Jason left the counter to reorder some pants hangers, while secretly keeping the new customer in the corner of his eye. Eventually Kevin picked a half a dozen colorful beach shorts and walked to the fitting room. Kevin went inside and pulled the curtain behind him.

The fitting room had a mirror and a small stool. Kevin dropped the shorts on the stool and pulled off his pants. There was something unnerving about how the store employee had looked at him. Kevin shrugged the feeling off. Every time he had to try on clothes, he felt a bit nervous. Despite being quite slim, he had a very large pair of balls. They looked unnaturally big on his slim body. In addition to that, they hung in a low sack somewhere between his groin and his knees. Fortunately, Kevin was wearing his black briefs, which provided his balls perfect support. He avoided public gyms, knowing that they would attract unnecessary attention. Sometimes he would even be jokingly accused of stuffing his briefs to show off. Kevin picked the first pair of shorts with yellow palm trees on a blue sky background.

Meanwhile, Jason carefully approached the fitting booth. He snuck from the side, cautiously, so that Kevin wouldn't see him in the mirror. His eyes caught Kevin before he had put on another pair of beach shorts. Jason's eyes widened. At first he even had suspicion that the guy had stuffed a plush toy or woolen socks in his briefs to prank him. Then Jason almost immediately realised, these balls was real. Noone would be able to mimic the roundness and perfect shape of real testicles. Kevin's balls rested in black pouch of his briefs. His dick seemed small in comparison, forming a slight thickness on top of the two balls.

Jason sprung back. He didn't need to be caught. Sweat appeared on his forehead. This customer, young guy, was exactly what Jason was looking for. It was Jason's lucky day. Right there, in his fitting room, was a sack with two enormous sperm orbs. Jason thought back about his brother Noah. These two balls could be even larger than his brother had. Jason felt his dick instantly became diamond-hard.

Kevin's balls were perfect, and the contrast to the lanky body of their owner made them even hotter. That was not the only thing on Jason's mind. He wasn't just an aficionado of slim guys with unnaturally big balls. He wanted to destroy them. Turn these flawless orbs into mush. Kevin presented a perfect opportunity, one he couldn't let go.

Jason had to think fast. One more minute, and Kevin will be out of the booth and out of his store, and his chance will be gone. Jason rushed to the store entrance and flipped the "OPEN" sign. He didn't need any witnesses.

Meanwhile, Kevin had chosen his prefered beach shorts - ones with a colorful pattern of turquoise leaves. It was time to put his pants back on and find the store employee to pay for them. This was when he heard the curtain open. Kevin turned around and saw Jason, who looked at him with a wicked grin.

Jason delivered surprise kick to Kevin's balls, and the pain made Kevin bend over. Next thing he felt was Jason's hand around his throat. Jason pushed Kevin until the back of his head hit the mirror. With the other hand he grabbed Kevin's balls.

"Don't move!" Jason said.

He said it in husky tone, which didn't hide the excitement about what he was going to do. His hand squeezed Kevin's nuts through the fabric of his underwear, eagerly probing them with his fingers. Jason's hard-on was making a tent in his pants. He breathed heavily.

"You're a lucky guy to have nuts like these!" Jason whispered. "But you have to share with others!"

Kevin couldn't speak, as Jason's hand squeezed his throat. He was terrified. Jason pushed one finger under the side of Kevin's briefs and pulled, creating an opening. First one, then another - Kevin's balls rolled out from under the protection of his briefs. They swung like a pendulum in his long, loose sack. Kevin's dick remained trapped inside the briefs.

"Nice sack! Almost like my brother's!" Jason said.

Jason reached between young guy's hairless thighs and grabbed his swinging balls. His fingers sunk into the soft skin, pushing into sack's vulnerable contents.

"Heavy too!" Jason added. "I hope you don't mind I play with them!"

He removed his other hand from Kevin's throat. He knew that the guy, whose balls were in his hand, wouldn't be able to do anything.

"Please, don't h-hurt me!" Kevin pleaded.

"Shut up, bitch!" Jason growled.

He messed with his pants and finally got the fly open. Jason's dick sprung out, hard and pulsating.

"Pull your shirt up!" he added.

Kevin obeyed. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, revealing his flat, hairless chest. It was considerably paler than his somewhat tanned face and neck. Kevin's nipples were large and round.

"Nice pinkies!" Jason complimented Kevin.

All this time Jason was grinning from ear to ear. The guy in front of him was ready to do anything in hope to save his big nuts. This fucking moron didn't know they were as good as gone! He run his free hand over Kevin's belly and chest, brushing over young guy's almost unnoticable pecs and his nipples.

"Please, I will do..." Kevin said.

"No more talking!" Jason barked. "Put the shirt in your mouth and hold with your teeth!"

Kevin bit into his shirt. Jason started stroking his dick. He couldn't hold it long in him. Until now he had been simply playing with Kevin's balls, now it was the time to start their final destruction. His fingers pressed into Kevin's balls. The nuts moved under the skin, trying to escape. Jason let one of Kevin's testicles slip away and crushed down on the second one. The fleshy ball was resisting. Jason wasn't going to back down. He increased the pressure. Testicle started changing it's shape, the flesh tried to escape. Finally, ball's outer membrane broke. Testicle's gooey insides popped out, spilling between Jason's fingers. He felt Kevin's nut deflate like a balloon.

Kevin realised what was happening a second too late. The uncomfortable feeling of his balls being roughly handled by Jason turned into sickening agony of pain. He instinctively thrashed, but Jason pressed at him with his whole body. Kevin was pushed onto the stool, Jason's body over him. Kevin had lost consciousness. One ball exploding in Jason's hand was enough to send his mind into nightmarish darkness where he couldn't feel anything. Kevin's eyes rolled back, and he himself remained slumped on the stool in the corner of fitting room.

Jason felt Kevin's ball disapper with a damp squelching sound. His fingers moved inside the gooey mass that used to be a testicle, and mashed it. Each move reduced the chunks, which were left of that testicle, into smaller chunks, until there was nothing more to crush. It felt amazing.

Jason didn't need to stroke much more. His dick shot a thick load over Kevin's chest. Jason pressed his dick at each of Kevin's pink nipples, and made sure that both was covered with another load of white cum. Yet he wasn't really done. Kevin had another huge testicle left.

Jason released the crushed half of young guy's sack. It dropped, full of mush, discolored and misshapen. The other ball was still intact and healthy. Jason raised it up, holding the ball in his palms, as much as Kevin's loose ballsack allowed. He weighted the remainingg ball in his hands and remarked that it was as heavy as regular guy's both balls together.

"Will you let me pop this one too, please!" he asked.

Kevin was unconscious and couldn't reply. His half-closed eyelids showed only the whites of the eyes. Jason giggled.

"I take it as an OK!"

He pressed both thumbs into Kevin's remaining testicle. The ball was resisting his pressure. Jason's semi-hard cock hardened again, dripping with cum. His fingers dug into the flesh, deeper and deeper, until the remaining nut gave in too. At first, membrane on it's sides split and some of the testicular tissue escaped. That was the beginning of the end of Kevin's second testicle. Jason massaged it with his thumbs, pushing nut meat out, dividing it into chunks, that he crushed into pieces. His fingers were hard at work, pulverizing what remained in Kevin's sack. He could feel only gooey ooze and what remained of testicular cords.

Jason came again. He shot his load on Kevin's face, releasing his jizz into his half-closed eyes. Afterwards he stood up, breathing heavily. What a surprising day this had been! Jason pulled Kevin's briefs off his legs. They were his trophy now.

*

In the evening, Jason stuffed Kevin into the trunk of his car. Then he drove home. Jason parked the car in front of the suburban house where he lived with his brother. Today's encounter had made him think of Noah. After all, it was thoughts of brother's huge balls that had made him castrate Kevin.

Noah was upstairs, in the shower. Jason could heard the shower running. He held Kevin's black briefs in his hand. They were quite roomy - able to hold those two giant nuts. Jason stretched the fabric. The briefs were a nice trophy, a reminder of the events of this day. Kevin didn't need them anymore.

He didn't wait long until he heard that the shower stopped running. Noah walked out of the shower, drying himself with a towel. He was a young and slim guy, and, just like Kevin, he had giant balls in his sack. He almost jumped when he saw Jason in front of him, smiling a mischievous smile.

"Hey bro, you startled me!" Noah said.

Something about the way Jason looked at him didn't feel right. There was some dark energy about him.

"I got something for you!" Jason said.

He showed him the black briefs.

"They're just right for your balls. I know that you have trouble finding the right underwear," he added.

"Uhm, thanks..." Noah said.

He extended his arm to take the unexpected gift. Jason let his brother take Kevin's black briefs. Noah was so similar to Kevin. Jason grinned. The same loose sack, small dick and balls that were way too big for his body. Warm shower had made Noah's skin all shiny and wet. Those balls were so tempting...

It was a matter of second. Jason balled his fist and delivered an uppercut to brother's balls. Then another one. Then another. His knuckles mashed into surprised Noah ballsack. Jason didn't count the punches. Whatever he managed to deliver was enough. Noah dropped down and curled into fetal position, craddling his damaged ballsack, whimpering. His balls felt sore. Jason dropped trophy briefs over brother's face.

"There you go, they'll fit you right."

[mm, ballbusting, castration, twink, cum, brothers, commission]

Small clothing store was empty. A lone employee, Jason, sighed. Crowds of beachgoers were constantly walking by, reminding him that he definitely wasn't being paid enough to die here of boredom. Jason was a athletic guy, whose black curtain bangs framed his forehead and dark eyes. He needed some excitement in his life.

The store remained empty until a customer opened the door. Kevin, a young, slim eighteen-year-old guy walked in. He had messy short dark blond hair. He reminded Jason his younger brother, Noah. He too was wiry and slim teenager. Kevin looked at the racks of t-shirts, pants, bikinis and so on, as if being a bit unsure what he was looking for.

"Hi!" he greeted the man behind the counter.

"How can I help you?" Jason replied.

"I'm just looking for beach shorts."

"Over there, behind the t-shirts. Feel free to use the fitting room," Jason said.

While Kevin walked to take a look at the clothes, Jason observed him from behind. Jason wondered if this pretty boy had the same thing that made his brother stand out - a pair of huge balls. Noah's balls were so big that he often had trouble finding the right underwear for himself. Jason left the counter to reorder some pants hangers, while secretly keeping the new customer in the corner of his eye. Eventually Kevin picked a half a dozen colorful beach shorts and walked to the fitting room. Kevin went inside and pulled the curtain behind him.

The fitting room had a mirror and a small stool. Kevin dropped the shorts on the stool and pulled off his pants. There was something unnerving about how the store employee had looked at him. Kevin shrugged the feeling off. Every time he had to try on clothes, he felt a bit nervous. Despite being quite slim, he had a very large pair of balls. They looked unnaturally big on his slim body. In addition to that, they hung in a low sack somewhere between his groin and his knees. Fortunately, Kevin was wearing his black briefs, which provided his balls perfect support. He avoided public gyms, knowing that they would attract unnecessary attention. Sometimes he would even be jokingly accused of stuffing his briefs to show off. Kevin picked the first pair of shorts with yellow palm trees on a blue sky background.

Meanwhile, Jason carefully approached the fitting booth. He snuck from the side, cautiously, so that Kevin wouldn't see him in the mirror. His eyes caught Kevin before he had put on another pair of beach shorts. Jason's eyes widened. At first he even had suspicion that the guy had stuffed a plush toy or woolen socks in his briefs to prank him. Then Jason almost immediately realised, these balls was real. Noone would be able to mimic the roundness and perfect shape of real testicles. Kevin's balls rested in black pouch of his briefs. His dick seemed small in comparison, forming a slight thickness on top of the two balls.

Jason sprung back. He didn't need to be caught. Sweat appeared on his forehead. This customer, young guy, was exactly what Jason was looking for. It was Jason's lucky day. Right there, in his fitting room, was a sack with two enormous sperm orbs. Jason thought back about his brother Noah. These two balls could be even larger than his brother had. Jason felt his dick instantly became diamond-hard.

Kevin's balls were perfect, and the contrast to the lanky body of their owner made them even hotter. That was not the only thing on Jason's mind. He wasn't just an aficionado of slim guys with unnaturally big balls. He wanted to destroy them. Turn these flawless orbs into mush. Kevin presented a perfect opportunity, one he couldn't let go.

Jason had to think fast. One more minute, and Kevin will be out of the booth and out of his store, and his chance will be gone. Jason rushed to the store entrance and flipped the "OPEN" sign. He didn't need any witnesses.

Meanwhile, Kevin had chosen his prefered beach shorts - ones with a colorful pattern of turquoise leaves. It was time to put his pants back on and find the store employee to pay for them. This was when he heard the curtain open. Kevin turned around and saw Jason, who looked at him with a wicked grin.

Jason delivered surprise kick to Kevin's balls, and the pain made Kevin bend over. Next thing he felt was Jason's hand around his throat. Jason pushed Kevin until the back of his head hit the mirror. With the other hand he grabbed Kevin's balls.

"Don't move!" Jason said.

He said it in husky tone, which didn't hide the excitement about what he was going to do. His hand squeezed Kevin's nuts through the fabric of his underwear, eagerly probing them with his fingers. Jason's hard-on was making a tent in his pants. He breathed heavily.

"You're a lucky guy to have nuts like these!" Jason whispered. "But you have to share with others!"

Kevin couldn't speak, as Jason's hand squeezed his throat. He was terrified. Jason pushed one finger under the side of Kevin's briefs and pulled, creating an opening. First one, then another - Kevin's balls rolled out from under the protection of his briefs. They swung like a pendulum in his long, loose sack. Kevin's dick remained trapped inside the briefs.

"Nice sack! Almost like my brother's!" Jason said.

Jason reached between young guy's hairless thighs and grabbed his swinging balls. His fingers sunk into the soft skin, pushing into sack's vulnerable contents.

"Heavy too!" Jason added. "I hope you don't mind I play with them!"

He removed his other hand from Kevin's throat. He knew that the guy, whose balls were in his hand, wouldn't be able to do anything.

"Please, don't h-hurt me!" Kevin pleaded.

"Shut up, bitch!" Jason growled.

He messed with his pants and finally got the fly open. Jason's dick sprung out, hard and pulsating.

"Pull your shirt up!" he added.

Kevin obeyed. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, revealing his flat, hairless chest. It was considerably paler than his somewhat tanned face and neck. Kevin's nipples were large and round.

"Nice pinkies!" Jason complimented Kevin.

All this time Jason was grinning from ear to ear. The guy in front of him was ready to do anything in hope to save his big nuts. This fucking moron didn't know they were as good as gone! He run his free hand over Kevin's belly and chest, brushing over young guy's almost unnoticable pecs and his nipples.

"Please, I will do..." Kevin said.

"No more talking!" Jason barked. "Put the shirt in your mouth and hold with your teeth!"

Kevin bit into his shirt. Jason started stroking his dick. He couldn't hold it long in him. Until now he had been simply playing with Kevin's balls, now it was the time to start their final destruction. His fingers pressed into Kevin's balls. The nuts moved under the skin, trying to escape. Jason let one of Kevin's testicles slip away and crushed down on the second one. The fleshy ball was resisting. Jason wasn't going to back down. He increased the pressure. Testicle started changing it's shape, the flesh tried to escape. Finally, ball's outer membrane broke. Testicle's gooey insides popped out, spilling between Jason's fingers. He felt Kevin's nut deflate like a balloon.

Kevin realised what was happening a second too late. The uncomfortable feeling of his balls being roughly handled by Jason turned into sickening agony of pain. He instinctively thrashed, but Jason pressed at him with his whole body. Kevin was pushed onto the stool, Jason's body over him. Kevin had lost consciousness. One ball exploding in Jason's hand was enough to send his mind into nightmarish darkness where he couldn't feel anything. Kevin's eyes rolled back, and he himself remained slumped on the stool in the corner of fitting room.

Jason felt Kevin's ball disapper with a damp squelching sound. His fingers moved inside the gooey mass that used to be a testicle, and mashed it. Each move reduced the chunks, which were left of that testicle, into smaller chunks, until there was nothing more to crush. It felt amazing.

Jason didn't need to stroke much more. His dick shot a thick load over Kevin's chest. Jason pressed his dick at each of Kevin's pink nipples, and made sure that both was covered with another load of white cum. Yet he wasn't really done. Kevin had another huge testicle left.

Jason released the crushed half of young guy's sack. It dropped, full of mush, discolored and misshapen. The other ball was still intact and healthy. Jason raised it up, holding the ball in his palms, as much as Kevin's loose ballsack allowed. He weighted the remainingg ball in his hands and remarked that it was as heavy as regular guy's both balls together.

"Will you let me pop this one too, please!" he asked.

Kevin was unconscious and couldn't reply. His half-closed eyelids showed only the whites of the eyes. Jason giggled.

"I take it as an OK!"

He pressed both thumbs into Kevin's remaining testicle. The ball was resisting his pressure. Jason's semi-hard cock hardened again, dripping with cum. His fingers dug into the flesh, deeper and deeper, until the remaining nut gave in too. At first, membrane on it's sides split and some of the testicular tissue escaped. That was the beginning of the end of Kevin's second testicle. Jason massaged it with his thumbs, pushing nut meat out, dividing it into chunks, that he crushed into pieces. His fingers were hard at work, pulverizing what remained in Kevin's sack. He could feel only gooey ooze and what remained of testicular cords.

Jason came again. He shot his load on Kevin's face, releasing his jizz into his half-closed eyes. Afterwards he stood up, breathing heavily. What a surprising day this had been! Jason pulled Kevin's briefs off his legs. They were his trophy now.

*

In the evening, Jason stuffed Kevin into the trunk of his car. Then he drove home. Jason parked the car in front of the suburban house where he lived with his brother. Today's encounter had made him think of Noah. After all, it was thoughts of brother's huge balls that had made him castrate Kevin.

Noah was upstairs, in the shower. Jason could heard the shower running. He held Kevin's black briefs in his hand. They were quite roomy - able to hold those two giant nuts. Jason stretched the fabric. The briefs were a nice trophy, a reminder of the events of this day. Kevin didn't need them anymore.

He didn't wait long until he heard that the shower stopped running. Noah walked out of the shower, drying himself with a towel. He was a young and slim guy, and, just like Kevin, he had giant balls in his sack. He almost jumped when he saw Jason in front of him, smiling a mischievous smile.

"Hey bro, you startled me!" Noah said.

Something about the way Jason looked at him didn't feel right. There was some dark energy about him.

"I got something for you!" Jason said.

He showed him the black briefs.

"They're just right for your balls. I know that you have trouble finding the right underwear," he added.

"Uhm, thanks..." Noah said.

He extended his arm to take the unexpected gift. Jason let his brother take Kevin's black briefs. Noah was so similar to Kevin. Jason grinned. The same loose sack, small dick and balls that were way too big for his body. Warm shower had made Noah's skin all shiny and wet. Those balls were so tempting...

It was a matter of second. Jason balled his fist and delivered an uppercut to brother's balls. Then another one. Then another. His knuckles mashed into surprised Noah ballsack. Jason didn't count the punches. Whatever he managed to deliver was enough. Noah dropped down and curled into fetal position, craddling his damaged ballsack, whimpering. His balls felt sore. Jason dropped trophy briefs over brother's face.

"There you go, they'll fit you right."

I’m open for commissions!

I write hot stories that I enjoy myself:

a) stories about snuffing girls, and having fun with them afterwards,

b) stories about crushing guy's balls, and also having fun with them afterwards.

I don't write excessive gore and suffering, pee and poo, and other things I find distasteful.

You can take a look at my stories here: https://www.reddit.com/user/Unusual_Judgment1182/comments/12oktz3/my_stories/.

I will send invoice over PPal, $0.05 per word (that's 50 per 1000 words).

In addition, I have made a couple of 3D comics. You can commission me make similar short comics as well (we can discuss it seaprately)!

Start a chat, if you want me to write a story!

[mm, ballbusting, castration, slicing, hand crush, commission]

Small convenience store on the street corner was empty. There were two shelves with assorted merchandise, freezers and a self-serve coffee station. The counter had cash register, and mini-stands for chewing gum, lottery tickets and condoms. It was already late, and the rest of the night promised to be lonely and uneventful. Outside, the dusk was setting in, constrasting with the well lit store interrior.

Asher, a slim eighteen year old guy with messy dark hair, wearing a slightly oversized blue shirt, was standing behind the counter. He had started his night shift. His coworker, a friendly girl, whose shift had ended, had gone home. Asher had tried to talk her into staying for a while, without any luck.

Boredom made Asher's thoughts wander around. What would it take to convince her to give him a blowjob behind the counter? What about a handjob? What about a hanjob from a random customer in exchange for a frozen steak? Somewhere, other people had fun, and Asher felt he was left behind.

While Asher was deep in thought the door opened. Two athletic guys walked into the store. Taller one, with spiky blond hair was Hunter. He was wearing a white shirt with matching white running shoes and black jeans. Asher noticed a steel earring in Hunter's ear. Derek was a bit shorter and stockier, with thick eyebrows and well groomed stubble on his cheeks. He wore sleeveless designer shirt that displayed his thick biceps. Both were college students on their way to a party.

"...this dump," one of them said.

"I'll get me a coffee," the other replied.

Neither of the guys paid any attention to Asher. Hunter walked past, while Derek stayed near the counter, where he picked at the shelves with chewing gum, lottery tickets and other small wares. He dug out couple of condoms.

"You really need for those?" Hunter asked.

"What? I might use them tonight."

"I like to fuck cunts raw!"

Asher kept an appearence of indifference. He envied the two college guys. They were talking about girls, probably going to some party. It looked like the silver spoon types, who never had to worry about anything in their lives. It wasn't his business. He kept an eye on them. There was nothing else to look around here anyway.

In the meantime Hunter filled his cup with coffee and put it to his mouth. He sipped from the cup, then spit it on the floor. Asher sighed. Now he had to clean after these two.

"This shit sucks!" Hunter exclaimed.

He hurled the cup across the store, spilling the coffee over the black and white floor tiles. Asher couldn't keep quiet anymore.

"Hey, that's enough!" he spoke up. "Unless you want to clean that up!"

Hunter and Derek turned their heads, as if only now they had noticed Asher.

"Oh yea? What are you going to do, fuckboy?" Hunter asked.

Asher felt blood flush to his face. He dashed out from behind the counter to confront Hunter. Standing in front of college guy, he pointed his finger at the door.

"You know what? You have to leave now!"

Suddenly he felt two arms, belonging to Hunter's buddy Derek, wrap around him from behind. Asher could only stare in shock from sudden confinement. Derek grunted and lifted Asher up, so that his feet were inch from the floor. He could feel heavy breathing in his ear.

"What the fuck!" Asher cried.

"Want me to throw him behind the counter?" Derek asked Hunter.

"No, hold him there," Hunter said. "I want to check, what this fuckboy is hiding."

Then, all of a sudden, Hunter gripped the crotch of Asher's pants and pulled them down around his knees. It revealed black briefs. Hunter examined Asher's groin.

"Hold up his shirt! They are selling some nice plums here!"

"Oh really?" Derek laughed.

They were making fun of Asher's balls. He was aware his balls were quite big, and if not for the tight briefs, they would be flopping around in their large sack, while he tried to wriggle out from Derek's arms. Asher's dick was semi-hard, outline of its juicy head clearly noticeable on top of his testicles under the fabric.

"Yes they are!" Hunter kept going. "Shiny and ripe! Wait a sec, let me check exactly, how ripe!"

He curled his fingers into a fist and punched. Asher screamed, watching in slow motion Hunter's fist fly straight into his soft bulge. It smashed into his balls like a freight train. Pain exploded between Asher's legs. He could feel each individual Hunter's knuckle wedge into his fat nuts. It felt like they were smashed flat against his pelvis.

Instinctively, without knowing what he was doing, Asher kicked up, even as his legs were constrained by his pants. His foot shot up between Hunter's legs and hit something soft. Hunter bent over.

"Fuck! My balls!" he screamed. "You motherfucker!"

He wanted to tear Asher apart. He had the gall to kick him back! Hunter didn't know what was he more annoyed by - the fact that he had been just kicked in the balls, and by how hard the skinny guy's foot felt on his nuts.

"How's your dick, bro?" Derek asked in worried tone.

Asher tried to kick again. He was aiming at Hunter, but this time he missed. He ended up slipping from Derek's arms and, with a loud thud, fell on the floor. His balls hurt like hell. He had another opportunity. Derek was standing above him, with his legs wide. Asher punched up. His fist crushed into Derek's groin, making his nuts fly.

"Arghh!" Derek yelled.

He fell backwards, craddling his balls with both hands. Asher tried to jump up and run behind the counter, but didn't get far. His pants inconvenienced him, and then he felt someone grab his legs from behind. He fell forward, nearly missing counter's edge which could have easily cracked his skull open.

Hunter raised him from the floor and dropped belly-first on the counter. The drop punched the air out of Asher's lungs. His head hung down on one side, legs on the other side of the counter. He could feel the cash register at his side. Somebody had pulled his pants off. His shirt bunched over his head, and he felt Hunter's hand press on his naked back between shoulder blades. Asher realised the undignifying position he was in.

Derek slowly got up, holding hands over crotch. Hunter, while holding Asher on the counter top, tore away his black briefs. Now Asher's dick and balls flopped free between his legs.

"Did you see what this fucker just did?" Derek said.

"Yea, dumbass. He kicked me too, remember?" Hunter replied.

Derek sent a look at Asher's ass.

"Shit, those nuts are big!"

"I told you so!"

Asher's body was almost hairless. Only rare, soft hairs covered his ass and legs, as well as his balls. The tip of his dick, still hard from overall horniness, peeked just below his plump ballsack. Asher felt Hunter's and Derek's hands seize his balls from both sides. The college guys didn't waste an opportunity to fondle the pair of large testicles at their mercy.

The shirt was suffocating him. Asher pulled it off over his head. Now he was completely naked, except for his shoes. He had never expected to see the store floor so close, mere inches from his face, let alone upside down. Asher frantically grabbed at things behind counter, chaotically opening and closing drawers and doors, hurling empty plastic bottles, napkins and other random trash to the floor. He needed his phone to call for help, but it was nowhere to be found. Hunter and Derek were probing his already smashed and hurting balls without consideration for their comfort. He was hearing them talk behind his back.

"I guess even skinny guys sometimes have big nuts," Derek said.

"My balls are bigger than his. What do you think?" Hunter asked.

"Naw... yea. I don't know. You'll have to measure. Maybe mine are bigger."

"We gotta figure out how we'll punish him."

Asher gathered all his energy and dove down behind the counter. He knew it would hurt, but he didn't know his balls slipping through Hunter and Derek's fingers would feel like pulling them through the cheese grater. With a scream and a loud thud he crushed on the floor.

Before Asher could figure out his next move, Hunter grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back up over the counter. Asher threw his arms forward and grabbed the only target that mattered, both college guys' groins. He was seriously prepared to squeeze the living hell out of their balls, when a punch to the temple knocked him out. Asher went limp, this time head-first towards the front of the counter.

"This fucker still has the nerve to go for the nuts!"

"You don't want to know what's going on in perv's heads!"

"First he kicks my balls, now grabs them..." Hunter couldn't believe it. "You know what, let's grab some beer!"

He walked to the freezer and got two bottles of beer from it, tossed one to Derek. Hunter opened the fly of his designer jeans and pulled his dick and balls out. He put the cold bottle to his nuts. It felt good. Asher had left some light impact on his nuts. Nothing that would cause bruising, but rather an irritation. Derek felt the same. He pulled his package out too and cooled it with the surface of the beer bottle. They both had big dicks and balls, as befitting their athletic bodies.

"Phew! That feels better!" Derek said. "What if someone sees us all here like this?"

"Noone will come in here this late. We can do whatever we want."

Hunter contemplated Asher's fate, sliding the cold bottle up and down over his sack.

"This loser deserves to be punished for real. You know... Fucked in the ass."

Derek seemed taken by surprise.

"You mean..."

"I will go for his ass, you can cum in his mouth - those lips will look good on your dick."

"Dude! Fuck a guy like this?"

"And then we can crush his nuts to mush," Hunter said with a devilish smile. "Think of it as removing the competition."

Derek's dick stiffened, and he knew Hunter was noticing that too.

"Fuck! Let's do it!" Derek agreed.

Asher's head hurt. After he had awakened from being knocked out, he let himself come to senses. He hadn't moved. He didn't want to attract attention. Asher had heard what the two college guys were talking about and couldn't believe his ears. Being fucked and deballed was something he never had in his plans. He crawled over the counter and ran for the door.

Both guys reacted immediately. Derek leapt in Asher's way trying to sideways tackle the naked runaway. The fear of losing balls had briefly given Asher acute senses. Asher pivoted to the side, making Derek miss him and crush into a large wire stand with greeting cards. The big guy hadn't got him, but the door was blocked now. Asher dashed, aimlessly, deeper into the store, and ran into Hunter. They both crushed into a shelf with chips bags and sprawled on the floor. Asher jumped up and tipped the shelf over until it dropped on Hunter, temporarily incapacitating him. He then turned back again, ready to dash wherever he could, and saw Derek again.

Derek threw a punch, one that would knock his opponent out for a long time. Asher managed to react and dove down. The fist barely missed him. He saw Derek's full, virile balls dangling in front of his eyes. Asher grabbed a beer bottle, lying on the floor at his feet, and punched up, using the bottle like a baseball bat. Before Derek had noticed the danger, the cold beer bottle smashed into his balls.

"Crash!" the bottle shattered, and turned into a shower of glass.

"Auuggh!" Derek screamed a high-pitched scream.

"Blam!" his body hit the floor.

It felt like a hundred nails were hammered into his balls, all at the same time. Asher got up, hovering over defeated Derek. About a dozen large, dark brown glass shards were lodged in his big ballsack. A couple of smaller, needle-like shards were embedded in the base of Derek's dick. Derek's balls were what Asher had aimed at. It was his balls that had suffered the most, each sliced with several thick glass fragments. Derek was out of the picture, and his ballsack needed urgent help.

Asher wasn't going to leave the job half-done. He raised his foot. He was naked, but he still had his shoes on. Asher stomped down. The sole of his shoe mercilessly pushed the glass pieces through Derek's tender nuts. They slashed them, cutting through the ball meat, each severing off thin and thick slices of testicles. Asher stomped again and again. With each stomp he felt Derek's balls whittle down. He kept going until Derek's didn't have any nuts left. And that felt great. Asher stopped, satisfied with the sight of gooey mincemeat Derek's manhood had turned into. Derek was unconscious, slack-jawed and staring into nothing with empty eyes. There was no competition any more.

Asher turned around and went to the other guy. Hunter had freed himself from the heavy shelf and now was standing up, unsure of what had just happened. Before he could gather his wits, he saw naked Asher in front of him, reaching for his balls.

"Time to pay!" Asher yelled.

Asher's eyes were locked at athletic college guy's ballsack. He grabbed Hunter's family jewels and pressed his fingers down. He intended to destroy them, and he was delivering a mighty crush. He was looking into his opponent's eyes with a winning smile.

"So you thought you can..." Asher said.

He stopped mid-sentence, as his own balls suddenly felt like being crushed in a vice. In his victorious fervor Asher had forgotten that all this time he was naked, his balls completely unprotected against Hunter's retaliation. Hunter hadn't hesitated to return the favor, and now was crushing Asher's balls in return.

"You were saying?" Hunter whispered through the teeth.

Their fingers were digging deep into their enemy's balls. Both guys knew, that, between two of them, at least two testicles will be turned into paste. They both squeezed like there was no tomorrow. It took one second for both of them to become completely covered in sweat. Their forheads and noses touched. Both Asher and Hunter growled, scowled, saliva bubbing on their lips. They stared into each other's eyes, delivering deadly pressure to opponent's most precious glands. Their dicks were hard and pointed over to the opponent. Asher's nut flesh under Hunter's fingers was giving in, so did Hunter's nut meat under Asher's pressure. Their growls stared become fragmented, more high-pitched. Both felt something in their testicles give to the tension, causing immense pain, but they couldn't stop.

Asher felt his eyes involuntarily rolling up. He was close to losing his senses. Hunter's eyes in front were twitching too. There was no more pressure to give, each finger had created a crater in enemy's ball flesh, where it was now embedded. Asher felt he was losing. He was close to the limit, ready to give up his testicles, when, suddenly, the tension on his balls stopped. It was the moment Asher felt he was going to pass out. Hunter's lost his grip and immediately fell on the store's tiled floor. What remained of his ballsack slipped from Asher's grip, crushing the insides even further. Hunter remained still.

Asher took several deep breaths. He felt tears flow from his eyes. He had won. He touched his ballsack. It wasn't as plump and round as before. One ball was horrendously misshapen and bumpy. It bore indents of Hunter's fingers. The other side of his sack was sagging. All Asher could feel was sloshing feeling, painful to touch. The ball was irreversibly gone.

Hunter was laying down, his proud dick still thick and semi-hard over his belly. The skin of his sack carried Asher's fingerprints, that came into view in slightly darker tone. The sack expanded at the bottom, where the mushy goo of Hunter's balls had gathered. Nothing else remained. Asher fell on his knees in front of his opponent. He kept punching Hunter's destroyed ballsack again and again.

[mm, ballbusting, castration, slicing, hand crush, commission]

Small convenience store on the street corner was empty. There were two shelves with assorted merchandise, freezers and a self-serve coffee station. The counter had cash register, and mini-stands for chewing gum, lottery tickets and condoms. It was already late, and the rest of the night promised to be lonely and uneventful. Outside, the dusk was setting in, constrasting with the well lit store interrior.

Asher, a slim eighteen year old guy with messy dark hair, wearing a slightly oversized blue shirt, was standing behind the counter. He had started his night shift. His coworker, a friendly girl, whose shift had ended, had gone home. Asher had tried to talk her into staying for a while, without any luck.

Boredom made Asher's thoughts wander around. What would it take to convince her to give him a blowjob behind the counter? What about a handjob? What about a hanjob from a random customer in exchange for a frozen steak? Somewhere, other people had fun, and Asher felt he was left behind.

While Asher was deep in thought the door opened. Two athletic guys walked into the store. Taller one, with spiky blond hair was Hunter. He was wearing a white shirt with matching white running shoes and black jeans. Asher noticed a steel earring in Hunter's ear. Derek was a bit shorter and stockier, with thick eyebrows and well groomed stubble on his cheeks. He wore sleeveless designer shirt that displayed his thick biceps. Both were college students on their way to a party.

"...this dump," one of them said.

"I'll get me a coffee," the other replied.

Neither of the guys paid any attention to Asher. Hunter walked past, while Derek stayed near the counter, where he picked at the shelves with chewing gum, lottery tickets and other small wares. He dug out couple of condoms.

"You really need for those?" Hunter asked.

"What? I might use them tonight."

"I like to fuck cunts raw!"

Asher kept an appearence of indifference. He envied the two college guys. They were talking about girls, probably going to some party. It looked like the silver spoon types, who never had to worry about anything in their lives. It wasn't his business. He kept an eye on them. There was nothing else to look around here anyway.

In the meantime Hunter filled his cup with coffee and put it to his mouth. He sipped from the cup, then spit it on the floor. Asher sighed. Now he had to clean after these two.

"This shit sucks!" Hunter exclaimed.

He hurled the cup across the store, spilling the coffee over the black and white floor tiles. Asher couldn't keep quiet anymore.

"Hey, that's enough!" he spoke up. "Unless you want to clean that up!"

Hunter and Derek turned their heads, as if only now they had noticed Asher.

"Oh yea? What are you going to do, fuckboy?" Hunter asked.

Asher felt blood flush to his face. He dashed out from behind the counter to confront Hunter. Standing in front of college guy, he pointed his finger at the door.

"You know what? You have to leave now!"

Suddenly he felt two arms, belonging to Hunter's buddy Derek, wrap around him from behind. Asher could only stare in shock from sudden confinement. Derek grunted and lifted Asher up, so that his feet were inch from the floor. He could feel heavy breathing in his ear.

"What the fuck!" Asher cried.

"Want me to throw him behind the counter?" Derek asked Hunter.

"No, hold him there," Hunter said. "I want to check, what this fuckboy is hiding."

Then, all of a sudden, Hunter gripped the crotch of Asher's pants and pulled them down around his knees. It revealed black briefs. Hunter examined Asher's groin.

"Hold up his shirt! They are selling some nice plums here!"

"Oh really?" Derek laughed.

They were making fun of Asher's balls. He was aware his balls were quite big, and if not for the tight briefs, they would be flopping around in their large sack, while he tried to wriggle out from Derek's arms. Asher's dick was semi-hard, outline of its juicy head clearly noticeable on top of his testicles under the fabric.

"Yes they are!" Hunter kept going. "Shiny and ripe! Wait a sec, let me check exactly, how ripe!"

He curled his fingers into a fist and punched. Asher screamed, watching in slow motion Hunter's fist fly straight into his soft bulge. It smashed into his balls like a freight train. Pain exploded between Asher's legs. He could feel each individual Hunter's knuckle wedge into his fat nuts. It felt like they were smashed flat against his pelvis.

Instinctively, without knowing what he was doing, Asher kicked up, even as his legs were constrained by his pants. His foot shot up between Hunter's legs and hit something soft. Hunter bent over.

"Fuck! My balls!" he screamed. "You motherfucker!"

He wanted to tear Asher apart. He had the gall to kick him back! Hunter didn't know what was he more annoyed by - the fact that he had been just kicked in the balls, and by how hard the skinny guy's foot felt on his nuts.

"How's your dick, bro?" Derek asked in worried tone.

Asher tried to kick again. He was aiming at Hunter, but this time he missed. He ended up slipping from Derek's arms and, with a loud thud, fell on the floor. His balls hurt like hell. He had another opportunity. Derek was standing above him, with his legs wide. Asher punched up. His fist crushed into Derek's groin, making his nuts fly.

"Arghh!" Derek yelled.

He fell backwards, craddling his balls with both hands. Asher tried to jump up and run behind the counter, but didn't get far. His pants inconvenienced him, and then he felt someone grab his legs from behind. He fell forward, nearly missing counter's edge which could have easily cracked his skull open.

Hunter raised him from the floor and dropped belly-first on the counter. The drop punched the air out of Asher's lungs. His head hung down on one side, legs on the other side of the counter. He could feel the cash register at his side. Somebody had pulled his pants off. His shirt bunched over his head, and he felt Hunter's hand press on his naked back between shoulder blades. Asher realised the undignifying position he was in.

Derek slowly got up, holding hands over crotch. Hunter, while holding Asher on the counter top, tore away his black briefs. Now Asher's dick and balls flopped free between his legs.

"Did you see what this fucker just did?" Derek said.

"Yea, dumbass. He kicked me too, remember?" Hunter replied.

Derek sent a look at Asher's ass.

"Shit, those nuts are big!"

"I told you so!"

Asher's body was almost hairless. Only rare, soft hairs covered his ass and legs, as well as his balls. The tip of his dick, still hard from overall horniness, peeked just below his plump ballsack. Asher felt Hunter's and Derek's hands seize his balls from both sides. The college guys didn't waste an opportunity to fondle the pair of large testicles at their mercy.

The shirt was suffocating him. Asher pulled it off over his head. Now he was completely naked, except for his shoes. He had never expected to see the store floor so close, mere inches from his face, let alone upside down. Asher frantically grabbed at things behind counter, chaotically opening and closing drawers and doors, hurling empty plastic bottles, napkins and other random trash to the floor. He needed his phone to call for help, but it was nowhere to be found. Hunter and Derek were probing his already smashed and hurting balls without consideration for their comfort. He was hearing them talk behind his back.

"I guess even skinny guys sometimes have big nuts," Derek said.

"My balls are bigger than his. What do you think?" Hunter asked.

"Naw... yea. I don't know. You'll have to measure. Maybe mine are bigger."

"We gotta figure out how we'll punish him."

Asher gathered all his energy and dove down behind the counter. He knew it would hurt, but he didn't know his balls slipping through Hunter and Derek's fingers would feel like pulling them through the cheese grater. With a scream and a loud thud he crushed on the floor.

Before Asher could figure out his next move, Hunter grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back up over the counter. Asher threw his arms forward and grabbed the only target that mattered, both college guys' groins. He was seriously prepared to squeeze the living hell out of their balls, when a punch to the temple knocked him out. Asher went limp, this time head-first towards the front of the counter.

"This fucker still has the nerve to go for the nuts!"

"You don't want to know what's going on in perv's heads!"

"First he kicks my balls, now grabs them..." Hunter couldn't believe it. "You know what, let's grab some beer!"

He walked to the freezer and got two bottles of beer from it, tossed one to Derek. Hunter opened the fly of his designer jeans and pulled his dick and balls out. He put the cold bottle to his nuts. It felt good. Asher had left some light impact on his nuts. Nothing that would cause bruising, but rather an irritation. Derek felt the same. He pulled his package out too and cooled it with the surface of the beer bottle. They both had big dicks and balls, as befitting their athletic bodies.

"Phew! That feels better!" Derek said. "What if someone sees us all here like this?"

"Noone will come in here this late. We can do whatever we want."

Hunter contemplated Asher's fate, sliding the cold bottle up and down over his sack.

"This loser deserves to be punished for real. You know... Fucked in the ass."

Derek seemed taken by surprise.

"You mean..."

"I will go for his ass, you can cum in his mouth - those lips will look good on your dick."

"Dude! Fuck a guy like this?"

"And then we can crush his nuts to mush," Hunter said with a devilish smile. "Think of it as removing the competition."

Derek's dick stiffened, and he knew Hunter was noticing that too.

"Fuck! Let's do it!" Derek agreed.

Asher's head hurt. After he had awakened from being knocked out, he let himself come to senses. He hadn't moved. He didn't want to attract attention. Asher had heard what the two college guys were talking about and couldn't believe his ears. Being fucked and deballed was something he never had in his plans. He crawled over the counter and ran for the door.

Both guys reacted immediately. Derek leapt in Asher's way trying to sideways tackle the naked runaway. The fear of losing balls had briefly given Asher acute senses. Asher pivoted to the side, making Derek miss him and crush into a large wire stand with greeting cards. The big guy hadn't got him, but the door was blocked now. Asher dashed, aimlessly, deeper into the store, and ran into Hunter. They both crushed into a shelf with chips bags and sprawled on the floor. Asher jumped up and tipped the shelf over until it dropped on Hunter, temporarily incapacitating him. He then turned back again, ready to dash wherever he could, and saw Derek again.

Derek threw a punch, one that would knock his opponent out for a long time. Asher managed to react and dove down. The fist barely missed him. He saw Derek's full, virile balls dangling in front of his eyes. Asher grabbed a beer bottle, lying on the floor at his feet, and punched up, using the bottle like a baseball bat. Before Derek had noticed the danger, the cold beer bottle smashed into his balls.

"Crash!" the bottle shattered, and turned into a shower of glass.

"Auuggh!" Derek screamed a high-pitched scream.

"Blam!" his body hit the floor.

It felt like a hundred nails were hammered into his balls, all at the same time. Asher got up, hovering over defeated Derek. About a dozen large, dark brown glass shards were lodged in his big ballsack. A couple of smaller, needle-like shards were embedded in the base of Derek's dick. Derek's balls were what Asher had aimed at. It was his balls that had suffered the most, each sliced with several thick glass fragments. Derek was out of the picture, and his ballsack needed urgent help.

Asher wasn't going to leave the job half-done. He raised his foot. He was naked, but he still had his shoes on. Asher stomped down. The sole of his shoe mercilessly pushed the glass pieces through Derek's tender nuts. They slashed them, cutting through the ball meat, each severing off thin and thick slices of testicles. Asher stomped again and again. With each stomp he felt Derek's balls whittle down. He kept going until Derek's didn't have any nuts left. And that felt great. Asher stopped, satisfied with the sight of gooey mincemeat Derek's manhood had turned into. Derek was unconscious, slack-jawed and staring into nothing with empty eyes. There was no competition any more.

Asher turned around and went to the other guy. Hunter had freed himself from the heavy shelf and now was standing up, unsure of what had just happened. Before he could gather his wits, he saw naked Asher in front of him, reaching for his balls.

"Time to pay!" Asher yelled.

Asher's eyes were locked at athletic college guy's ballsack. He grabbed Hunter's family jewels and pressed his fingers down. He intended to destroy them, and he was delivering a mighty crush. He was looking into his opponent's eyes with a winning smile.

"So you thought you can..." Asher said.

He stopped mid-sentence, as his own balls suddenly felt like being crushed in a vice. In his victorious fervor Asher had forgotten that all this time he was naked, his balls completely unprotected against Hunter's retaliation. Hunter hadn't hesitated to return the favor, and now was crushing Asher's balls in return.

"You were saying?" Hunter whispered through the teeth.

Their fingers were digging deep into their enemy's balls. Both guys knew, that, between two of them, at least two testicles will be turned into paste. They both squeezed like there was no tomorrow. It took one second for both of them to become completely covered in sweat. Their forheads and noses touched. Both Asher and Hunter growled, scowled, saliva bubbing on their lips. They stared into each other's eyes, delivering deadly pressure to opponent's most precious glands. Their dicks were hard and pointed over to the opponent. Asher's nut flesh under Hunter's fingers was giving in, so did Hunter's nut meat under Asher's pressure. Their growls stared become fragmented, more high-pitched. Both felt something in their testicles give to the tension, causing immense pain, but they couldn't stop.

Asher felt his eyes involuntarily rolling up. He was close to losing his senses. Hunter's eyes in front were twitching too. There was no more pressure to give, each finger had created a crater in enemy's ball flesh, where it was now embedded. Asher felt he was losing. He was close to the limit, ready to give up his testicles, when, suddenly, the tension on his balls stopped. It was the moment Asher felt he was going to pass out. Hunter's lost his grip and immediately fell on the store's tiled floor. What remained of his ballsack slipped from Asher's grip, crushing the insides even further. Hunter remained still.

Asher took several deep breaths. He felt tears flow from his eyes. He had won. He touched his ballsack. It wasn't as plump and round as before. One ball was horrendously misshapen and bumpy. It bore indents of Hunter's fingers. The other side of his sack was sagging. All Asher could feel was sloshing feeling, painful to touch. The ball was irreversibly gone.

Hunter was laying down, his proud dick still thick and semi-hard over his belly. The skin of his sack carried Asher's fingerprints, that came into view in slightly darker tone. The sack expanded at the bottom, where the mushy goo of Hunter's balls had gathered. Nothing else remained. Asher fell on his knees in front of his opponent. He kept punching Hunter's destroyed ballsack again and again.