The Team Attendant


By: Ron

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[GAY] [WARNING] [TESTICLES]

Clyde was the team attendant who took delight in watching the young hung athletes in the locker and shower rooms.  But there was one conceited bastard that he especially wanted to get his hands on.  And one day, he DID!


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THE TEAM ATTENDANT



CLYDE WAS THE TEAM FLUNKY He passed out towels, collected discarded equipment and clothing, helped out with various training and rehab sessions, and was a general Stephen Fetchit for the football team. The pay was minimal, but truth be told, he would performed his duties for nothing just for the opportunity to see all of the handsome jocks in their various states of undress in the locker room! He lusted endlessly over the great variety of pricks and balls that bobbled from the crotches of the team. They were of all sizes and shapes—circumcised, un-cut, long and stubby, with balls that hung loose or were packed up tight in the groin—and he loved them all. His especial favorite was young Nick Nacone, one of the loosely hung studs who flaunted his long pecker and equally long set of nuts that swung freely between his trim legs like two grapes in their nearly hairless sac. Nick was a constant tease to all the guys, but especially to Clyde, whom he treated with condescension and arrogance. He had perceived quite correctly that Clyde was probably gay and went out of his way to flaunt his sexy masculinity when ever he got the chance. He was always naked when he came for his towel or a piece of equipment and never failed to make some disparaging remark about Clyde’s rather obvious lack of physique and macho qualities. Anger, tinged with jealousy had built up for the whole semester.. It came to a head last Friday when Nick more than usual flaunted his equipment as he came up for his towel He did a little bump and grind and thrust out his dick as he made an abrupt turn and sauntered back to his locker.

The whole weekend Clyde planned his revenge on the cocky son of a bitch. Not only would he pay for his arrogance, but he would see to it that he would lose those precious nuts of his! He would wait his chance. As it happened, it came the very next week. It was a Friday and the rest of the team had left their showers and gone home, leaving only Clyde and Nick in the now deserted locker room. Nick had deliberately stayed behind to more privately taunt Clyde and humiliate him once again. He sort of sashayed up to the counter in those provocative nylon pouch briefs of his and after getting his towel, asked Clyde whether he would like to “spot” him for weight lifting, knowing how much Clyde would do anything to get an opportunity to look over his body. He deliberately thrust out his crotch, causing his manhood to bulge provocatively in its pouch. Clyde nearly dropped his stack of towels and eagerly accepted the request. Unfortunately, Nick didn’t really appreciate just why!

He led Clyde over to the weigh-lifting apparatus and positioned him beneath the stand holding the two weights, which were adjusted to 50 lbs. He spread his legs slightly giving Clyde a good view of his bulging gonads in the thin fabric. Before he could reach up and grasp the bar bells, Clyde suddenly grabbed his wrists from behind and locked them tightly with a pair of handcuffs he had been keeping for just such an opportunity. “What the…” Nick yelled before he even realized what was happening. Before he could respond, Clyde had him firmly bound and helpless. He tied his arms to the sides of the stand, then came around to the front and laughed and the struggling athlete before him. He kicked his legs apart, looked directly up between them at the twin mounds of his massive testicles and let him have it with a devastating kick to the groin, producing a tortured scream and his foot rebounded from the soft elastic balls. Hearing the agonizing screams as sweet music, his kicked him repeatedly until he had done real damage to his manhood. Then he reached down and ripped the flimsy briefs from the struggling man allowing his whole package to flop down between his legs. He grabbed the loose balls in his fist and slowly squeezed. Nick screamed pure agony as he felt his testicles being crushed. Clyde savored his agony as he felt the warm soft nuts compress in his tightening fist until they could no longer withstand the terrible pressure. One after the other they went! Crushed into oblivion. He looked into the screaming face of his tormentor—at the look of absolute terror and unbelief as Nick felt his balls go. As the hard outer shell ruptured and his sperm sacs yielded to the pressure. But he was not finished—no, not nearly! He gathered up the remains of Nick’s once-potent balls in their sac and pulled them down tight, then wrapped his fist around the base of his prick as well and tied a thin rope around the whole package which he then attached to the bar bell still securely resting on its stand. Nick watched with horror and anticipation as he slowly lifted the weight and allowed it to hang free, supported only by the rope attached to his prick and balls. The organs were now caught up and pulled to their ultimate limits. “Well, Nick old boy, let’s just see how much of a stud you are. How much weight do you think they can support? I know that you’ve been giving them a lot of exercise every night with that girl friend of yours, so maybe they can hold out for a long time. Laughing, he added another 20 pounds, then another ten. By now the straining organs were at their limits. Both balls were hideously distended, dangerously stretching the thin scrotal skin and the cords attaching them to his crotch. Clyde savored Nick’s horrible anticipation of his castration. With a sudden tear, the supporting tissue gave way, first the skin and then the tubes and cords ruptured, and Nick’s nuts were history. “Hey, how’s Mary Ellen gonna like you now that your balls are gone? Well I guess they weren’t up to their trial! Maybe your prick will do better!” He added another 25 pounds. His handsome big cock became engorged with blood and the end grew purple. The veins of the shaft stood out and the thin cord began to cut into its base. First slowly and then more rapidly it sliced it way through the tough tissue until, with an accompanying scream, it separated from his groin and as his cock fell onto his heaving belly, the now unsupported bar bell fell across Nick’s throat, cutting off his air in mid scream. Clyde enjoyed his final thrashing about as he cleaned up any evidence of his having been there. He cast one last look at the emasculated stud and quickly went out a rear door. He could just imagine the next day’s headlines!




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