Matthew agreed to let Lukas suck his cock three times until he came, if he could come with a boy sucking his cock, he added. And he agreed to fuck Lukas three times, once Lukas’ balls had been properly crushed. In the vice, he added. It had to be done in the vice. And they had to be crushed flat.

Lukas agreed, but he wanted to know if he could suck Matthew’s cock now. Matthew said no, he didn’t want a boy sucking his cock, though he probably wouldn’t mind when Lukas’ balls had been crushed, would probably like it if he could feel Lukas’ mush in his sack while Lukas was sucking. Lukas said he could, though Matthew never said mush, only thought it. He said, ‘If I could feel your sack, and feel what I’ve done.’

Lukas nodded.

‘Maybe I should have a shower,’ he said

‘Are you going to pull yourself?’

‘I can’t.’

‘Why do you want to have a shower?’

‘I thought I should be clean.’

‘Wouldn’t it make more sense to have one afterwards?’

‘You think so?’ Lukas said.

‘You’re probably going to get dirty.’

Lukas nodded, still looking up at him, and still looking like he wanted to wrap his arms around Matthew, wanted Matthew to hold him again.

‘Do you want me to carry you down?’

‘Do you think you could?’

‘I know I could. Here,’ Matthew said, reaching forward and picking him up and holding him like he was a bride to be carried over the threshold.

He carried him downstairs and through the kitchen, wondering what the hell McCady would say if she saw Lukas, his nightshirt hanging down, and a padlock on his sack between his legs.

Fortunately, she was asleep.

By the time they got down to the garage again, it was after two-thirty.

Lukas pulled his nightshirt over his head and folded it while Matthew undid the vice. And then Lukas turned to Matthew, his cock still hard, a string of precum dripping from it.

‘Man, that thing just isn’t going down.’

‘It’s been like that all day,’ Lukas said, looking down at it. He picked his nightshirt up and wiped the precum off the top of it. ‘I can’t get rid of it.’

‘Maybe you should have a pull.’

‘I can’t,’ Lukas said.

Matthew kept asking him and kept finding it funny, the way Lukas just said this time and time again without even thinking about it. He had an erection, and had precum oozing out of his cock, but he couldn’t pull himself. Matthew had to turn his head away to hide a smirk.

‘You’ll probably come after we’ve done this.’

‘I reckon,’ Lukas said, like it was something to look forward to.

This time Matthew couldn’t help smiling, and Lukas saw him.

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’ He paused for a moment. ‘Do you think you’ll come when your nuts are crushed?’

‘Yeah,’ Lukas said. It was an obvious thing. Everybody knew that.

‘Are you ready, then?’ Matthew said, hiding his smile.

Lukas nodded, wide eyed. He was almost excited about it, by the look of him.

Matthew put his hands around Lukas’ waist and lifted him onto the wood.

‘Here. Put this back underneath you,’ he said. He folded the body of the padlock back until it was under Lukas’ perineum. ‘Shuffle forward a bit.’

Lukas’ sack flopped down into the gap between the plates of the vice, his balls bulging in their trap.

Matthew reached up onto the wall and pulled the steel ruler off it.

‘Rock your body forward a bit.’

Matthew slid the steel ruler under Lukas arse and positioned the middle of it over the body of the padlock.

‘Okay. Sit down again.’

‘What’s that for?’ Lukas said, looking at the ruler sticking out on either side of him.

‘It’ll hold the padlock down. Keep your nuts in the vice while I’m closing it.’

Lukas nodded. His teeth gritted while he drew breath threw them.

‘Are you ready?’

He nodded again, or kept nodding, the same way.

‘Oh, no,’ he said, as Matthew started to turn the handle and he realised this was it. He put his hands onto Matthew’s shoulders. ‘Is that okay?’ he said. ‘Can I hold you?’

Matthew nodded, but kept his head down. ‘You can put your feet behind me if you want.’

Lukas hooked his feet around Matthew, his heels in between Matthew’s legs, just under his arse.

‘Don’t lean back, though. Rock your body forward. Put your head on my shoulder.’

Lukas put his head on Matthew’s shoulder and his hands onto his back.

Matthew kept his head down, so he could see what was happening. Lukas’ legs were opened out, and Matthew could see the hollows of his groin, and the tendons on either side of it. His cock was jutting straight up into the air, vertical.

Matthew turned the handle until the plates touched the sides of Lukas’ sack, and then he slowed, wanting to see every moment of what was going to happen to Lukas’ balls.

He turned the handle up to the top, and dropped it, making a hard metallic clank, which reverberated through the vice.

‘Oh, no.’

Lukas’ hands started to shake.

Matthew turned it slowly again, all the way through half a turn, until the handle was at the top. He held it there, and then let it drop. Lukas’ legs started to shaking as the clank reverberated through the vice.

Lukas’ balls were squeezed now, like a balloon held gently between a person’s hands, with just a little bit of pressure.

Matthew turned the handle a bit more, watching them spread out further until one, followed by the other, suddenly popped out of the top of the vice, on either side of the padlock, as whole as they’d ever been.

‘Ow!’ Lukas said. ‘Is that it?’

‘Fuck!’ Matthew pulled himself away from Lukas and rocked him backwards. ‘Your balls popped out.’

‘Is that all?’

Lukas cupped his hand around his nuts and put his knees together, nodding, his eyes closed.

‘You’ve still got them.’

Lukas nodded some more.

Matthew watched him for a moment and then walked up to the end of the bench where the box of wood was. Hit picked it up, put it onto the bench, noticing Lukas’ bag there, and then started rifling through it.

He found a square of balsa wood, almost two inches thick, and about half the size of his wallet.

‘What are you doing?’ Lukas said, as Matthew put the square of balsa wood up against his balls.

‘I need something to hold your nuts in there.’

He found a pencil on the back wall and roughly marked out the width of the padlock while Lukas said,

‘Do you really think we should do this?’

‘Here. You need to get down for a minute.’ Matthew picked Lukas up and put him on the ground. He closed the balsa wood in the vice and selected the smallest of the wood saws from the wall. He cut it along two lines, the width of the padlock, and then snapped the middle bit of it out with the multigrips, making a U-shaped piece of wood in the vice, though he would have to use it upside down. He opened the vice again and looked at what he had done with one hand, while he spun the handle on the vice, opening it wide enough to take Lukas’ balls again.

And then he turned to Lukas. Lukas was bending forward, holding the padlock, and looking at his balls.

‘Are you ready?’ Matthew said.

Lukas let the padlock go and stood up. Now he was frightened again.

Matthew put his hands around Lukas’ waist and put him back up on the vice.

‘Matty?’

‘What?’

‘Will you stop if I ask you to?’

‘Here,’ Matthew said, trying to slide the ruler under Lukas’ arse again. ‘Bend forward a bit.’

Lukas bent forward a bit while Matthew positioned it.

‘That’s it,’ he said. ‘You can sit back down.’

He grabbed Lukas’ waist and slid him forward a bit.

‘You’ve got to come forward a bit.’

His nuts slid into the plates.

‘Will you stop? If I ask you too?’

‘I’ve been here for hours, Lukas,’ Matthew said, getting angry. ‘Can I just get the stupid thing off?’

‘It’s just. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.’ Lukas looked like he wanted to get down again.

‘It’s the only way to get them out.’

Lukas said nothing.

‘Come on. It won’t be so bad.’

‘Do you really think so?’

‘I think it’ll be fine,’ Matthew said.

‘Will you stop, if I ask you to?’

‘Hey,’ Matthew said, reaching up and brushing Lukas’ hair away from his brow. He put his hand on the back of Lukas’ neck, and stepped towards him, wrapping his arms around Lukas’ body and holding him. Lukas was trembling.

‘Are you okay?’

Lukas nodded.

‘Will you stop, if I ask you to?’

Matthew nodded. He leaned forward and hugged Lukas again.

‘You okay now?’ he said, and pulled back again.

Lukas nodded. He breathed in, and smiled wanly. He almost looked excited again now, his hair ruffled to one side on his forehead.

‘Do you reckon you’ll come when they get crushed?’ Matthew said.

Lukas cock quivered. ‘Yeah,’ he said, as though it was an exciting thing, and something to look forward to.

‘Well, then. You want that don’t you?’

Lukas nodded, stunned now by Matthew’s eyes.

‘What are you doing?’ he said.

‘I’m putting this in there so I can hold them in place.’

He turned the U upside down and pressed it onto Lukas’ balls.

‘You can put your arms and legs around me.’

Lukas did this, hooking his feet up and putting his hands on Matthew’s back. Matthew pushed down on the upside down U, making sure Lukas’ balls couldn’t pop up again. And then he closed the plates together until the wood was held there tightly, trapping Lukas’ balls underneath it.

‘Does that feel okay?’

‘Are they in there?’

‘Yep.’ Matthew smiled. ‘Are you ready?’

Lukas gripped him tighter, hooking with his legs to get them between Matthew’s, right up under his arse.

Matthew started to turn, slowly again. The U kind of hid things a bit, but he wanted to enjoy.

By the time he had got to where Lukas’ balls had popped up the first time, the balsa wood was firmly locked in the vice, and Matthew figured he could take his hand off it.

Lukas balls were squeezed now, flattened out to the point where they would pop up if they could, only they couldn’t. Matthew paused and put his head down close so he could see them. They were like a squashed balloon.

‘Is that okay?’ he said, straightening up again.

‘Not too bad,’ Lukas said, though his hands had started shaking again. He put his head on Matthew’s shoulder as Matthew straightened up, and took a bit of T-shirt into his mouth.

Matthew turned a little bit more, and heard the wood give a solid cracking sound. Lukas’ cock jerked and quivered.

‘Do you think you’re close to coming?’

‘I think so.’

His cock jerked erratically again, settling down into a quiver, precum all over the head and sliding down the sides, while Matthew turned the vice a little more.

He pulled the handle to the top, and dropped it, feeling the clank reverberate through the vice.

He would have to have a look. He bent down and peered beside the wood, looking on both sides. Lukas’ balls were squeezed about as far as they could go, he supposed, without being ruptured. He thought it’d be kind of funny to leave them like that for a while.

‘Is that okay?’ he said, straightening up again.

‘It hurts,’ Lukas said, his voice small. ‘But it’s not too bad.’

His cock jerked erratically.

‘Do you want to think about it for a while?’

His cock jerked again, and another ooze of precum dribbled down the side.

Matthew felt Lukas’ head shake weakly on his shoulder.

‘You want me to keep going?’

Lukas nodded, a piece of Matthew’s T-shirt in his mouth.

Matthew pushed the handle up a little way, and stopped.

He took a deep breath, and turned it up to a quarter turn. And then he stopped, and bent down again.

Man, that was so bad. They weren’t crushed. He could see that. But by the time he got the handle to the top, they’d have to be.

‘How about that?’ he said, straightening up again. ‘Do you want me to keep going?’

Again, Lukas nodded, with the T-shirt back in his mouth. His hands had stopped shaking now, but his cock was quivering, quivering like it did when it was ready to blow a load. Not jerking anymore, but just quivering.

‘Do you think you’re close to coming?’

Lukas nodded. T-shirt in his mouth.

Matthew turned the handle up to the top as slowly as he could. He heard the wood crack all the way, and as he reached the top, he supposed Lukas’ nuts wouldn’t be coming out of there whole even if he stopped now, though still, Lukas hadn’t come.

He eased the handle back and pulled the piece of balsa out. And then he put his head right down while Lukas kept his hands on his back. They weren’t crushed, he supposed. He could still make out two definite shapes, though they couldn’t roll anywhere now. They wouldn’t be popping out of the top again. But if Matthew stopped, and loosened it, he supposed Lukas’ nuts would still be okay. It was incredible. He hadn’t thought that was possible.

Lukas’ hands were trembling on his back, and his heels were juddering between his legs. Matthew kept looking, kept his head down, and turned a little more.

No, that was it. They were going to go. He straightened up again, but kept his eyes glued while he felt Lukas’ hands fumble for his back.

‘Are you going to keep going, Matty?’ Lukas said, only managing to get this out with a series of efforts, his hands and legs juddering.

‘Do you want me to?’

‘Yes.’ He took a bit of T-shirt back into his mouth. His head was quivering also, his hair tickling Matthew’s ear while his cock poked straight up. It gave a long hard jerk, and went back to quivering while a load more precum oozed out of it.

Matthew supposed he had to do it.

He turned the handle, watching closely as the plates eased together.

Suddenly, Lukas’ legs clamped tight around his waist. His fingers dug into Matthew’s back. His body stopped still.

That was it, Matthew supposed. They had burst, or something, though he kept pulling up as Lukas exhaled with a long,

‘Arrrrrrrr!’ so quiet, that it was a speaking voice, though it sounded incredibly painful.

Matthew pulled the handle to the top, and dropped it, hearing the clank, and then saw Lukas’ cock give one final slow jerk backward. It was held against his stomach, and then released.

A fountain of come started to bubble out of the top of it.

‘Oh!’ Lukas said, like it was the best thing that had ever happened.

His cock bubbled again, not even blowing its load, but simply bubbling like a water fountain.

‘Oh!’ Lukas exhaled, with surprise in his voice.

Matthew gripped the handle and started to pull slowly as he saw Lukas’ cock bubble a third time, a fourth, and a fifth.

Lukas’ whole body was juddering now and as Matthew was quarter way into the turn, Lukas said,

‘Ca–?’

Though that was all he could manage.

Matthew supposed he wanted him to stop, but it wasn’t going to be any good unless they were properly crushed.

‘Ca–?’

He pulled the handle slowly to the top, and threaded it down quietly before starting again.

‘Ca–?’

There was no way his nuts weren’t crushed.

And the plates came together as he neared the top.

He put his weight into it, pulling with all his strength on the handle and felt Lukas’ held collapse weakly on his shoulder, like he was defeated, and Matthew supposed he was.

His cock bubbled again, incredibly, but Lukas’ legs had gone limp now, his heels hooked around Matthew’s thighs, his hands draped over his shoulders.

Lukas made a sound which sounded like pleasure, or like he was going to sleep.

Matthew figured he ought to make sure it was done. He wrenched on the handle and some of Lukas’ sack squeezed up between the top of the plates.

That was it, Matthew figured. Done.

The only thing that was annoying was that Matthew hadn’t come.

He pulled away from Lukas, trying to prop him up, but Lukas was limp, and couldn’t hold his body up. Matthew moved toward him again, keeping Lukas’ head on his shoulder. He undid the plates till they were about an inch apart, and then he lifted Lukas up, watching his sack come out of the vice like a fan, flattened out into a circle, and with the criss-cross pattern of the steel plates etched into it.

Matthew lowered him to the ground and Lukas sank into the same position he had taken up the last time, sitting on his heels with his gear underneath him, his hands pressing down on his groin.

He had his eyes closed.

Matthew bent over and spoke into his ear.

‘Do you want me to fuck you now?’ he said.

Lukas shook his head.

‘Do you want to suck my cock?’

Lukas shook his head again.

‘Here,’ Matthew said, crouching down behind him. ‘Lift up a bit.’

He put his hand under Lukas’ arse and felt for the padlock, feeling the sloppiness of Lukas’ sack in the palm of his hand as he pulled on it. Lukas’ sack stretched out as Matthew pulled, the padlock sliding over the slop in his sack easily.

‘Well it’s off,’ he said.

Lukas nodded. Still with his eyes closed, and still in the same position, his hands pressed down into his groin.

Matthew stood up and looked down at him. He put his hand onto the top of Lukas’ head, and started to tousle his hair gently. And then he looked down at the ground. A puddle of liquid was spreading out from underneath Lukas. Lukas was pissing himself.