‘Take it off,’ Matthew screamed. ‘Take the fucking thing off.’

Rodney smiled. He opened his mouth wide and guffawed, laughing at Matthew.

‘Dude, your nuts are getting crushed,’ he said. ‘They’re getting spiked, and flattened.’

Matthew closed his eyes and swallowed. When he opened them again, Rodney was crouching down in front of him, and he had his hand on the screw.

Matthew’s eyes opened wide as he watched Rodney turn the handle. It creaked, like it needed oiling, the screw shuddering in the thread, and sending vibrations into Matthew’s groin.

‘Come on, Rodney. I’ll pay you money. Anything.’

Rodney looked up at him and smiled again.

Inside him, Matthew could feel the fear, not just his own fear, but the fear of others, scores of them by the feel of it. Fifty, or one hundred people inside him, living out the moment as he lived it.

The gap between the plates narrowed.

Centered directly over his left nut was a spike somewhat larger than the rest. Over his right nut, there were two that were definitely going to pin it, one at either end, as the plates came together. Once these spikes had entered his nuts, Matthew could see what would happen, his nuts would flatten out, and then more of the spikes, four or five, would enter each nut, traveling through it as the plates closed together.

Rodney turned the screw, and the longer spike, the one over his left nut, started to press into the skin. It wasn’t sharp. It was blunted with age and black.

‘Come on, Rodney,’ said Matthew. ‘I’ll do anything. Anything you want.’

Rodney looked up at him, and smiled. ‘Will you suck my cock?’

Matthew nodded, knowing his eyes were opened wide with terror, and that it was that which Rodney was smiling at.

‘That’s very gay, Matthew,’ Rodney said.

He let go of the screw and reached between Matthew’s legs. Matthew felt Rodney’s hands under his arse. He was turning the screw on the pear, and as he turned, Matthew felt his arsehole stretch out, wider than it had ever stretched.

His cock jerked. There was pain, pain from his arse, but whatever they had given him had started to take effect. It should have hurt a lot more than that, Matthew thought. He could feel the air, circling up inside his arse, and he knew it was hurting. His eyes started to water, and he winced. And yet, somehow, it felt good.

‘Well that’s opened you up a bit,’ Rodney said.

Matthew opened his eyes and looked down at Rodney.

‘So you’re going to suck my cock?’

Matthew nodded.

Rodney nodded.

And then he turned his head down and started to turn the screw on the testicle crusher again.

Matthew could see right into it. He could see the larger spike, on his left nut, as it started to press down on the skin. His nut tried to wobble out of the way, but it was held on all sides, already, by the slightly shorter spikes around it.

Rodney turned the handle again, turning it through one whole revolution quickly. The single spike pinned Matthew’s left nut, like a finger on a pillow, while the two spikes on his right started to press into the skin. But still, it was all right, the spikes hadn’t entered his flesh.

‘Ow!’ someone said, and Matthew nodded. He was starting to feel a little dislocated, as though he wasn’t really there, and then suddenly, he was brutally awoken. The spike on his left nut entered the skin, and Matthew felt it slide into his testicle.

His eyes opened wide. He swallowed. And then screamed.

He heard laughter, a whole lot of reactions, people saying, ‘Oh fuck,’ ‘Oh, man.’ Expressions in other languages, languages he didn’t understand, and then, at the end of it all, that voice again: ‘…this is a real guy. Don’t you understand that? This is really happening,’ the guy was saying, as though the rest of them didn’t understand.

Matthew was screaming. A high-pitched shriek he hadn’t made since he was a child, and in the middle of it, there was some feeling, like pleasure. He stopped, needing to take a breath, and opened his eyes.

Rodney was smiling up at him.

‘Dude, are you enjoying yourself or what?’

He nodded at Matthew’s groin. Matthew had come. He swallowed, looking at the come draped all over his groin, on the insides of his thighs, and dripping between the steel plates, where his left nut was very definitely punctured.

‘Okay, Rodney, can you stop now,’ Matthew said, getting his voice back, though he could hear that it was strained.

Rodney was squatting, and between his legs, Matthew could see the hard leather pouch angled upwards. Underneath it, Rodney had a hard on, obviously. If he was standing, Matthew would have been able to see it.

Matthew gritted his teeth, angry suddenly that Rodney should be enjoying this when Matthew was in pain. And angry also, humiliated, that he had come when he was getting hurt.

The fucking tablets.

Suddenly, unable to help himself. He started to shake the machine insanely, rocking it from side to side and straining at the straps. The crusher fell off the stool, and it was bashing into it. But Matthew had his eyes closed, and he was concentrating on getting free. It was only when the pain became too much to bear that he stopped.

He let his head hang, exhausted, and watched through half-closed eyes. His cock, still erect, was bobbling from side to side. The crusher, dangling from his sack, was hitting the stool rhythmically, swinging, and now, mixed with his come, in between the blades, Matthew could see a trickle of blood, coming out of the top of left testicle, where the spike entered it. And he noticed also, coming out of the same hole, white fluid, come, from directly inside the testicle. His balls were primed to bursting.

Rodney had sat back on his heels, and he was watching Matthew’s groin like Matthew was. When Matthew had finished, he reached forward and picked up the crusher, setting it up on the stool again while the machine continued to creak, swaying gently.

‘Well, dude, that’s another turn of the screw,’ he said. He reached forward, putting his hands between Matthew’s legs, and turned the screw on the pear.

Matthew opened his mouth wide and sucked in a sudden breath, as he felt his arsehole expand. Water came into his eyes, and he had to blink it away, while, insanely, his cock jerked, enjoying the sensation, because along with the pain, there was a lot of pleasure involved.

In Matthew’s imagination, his hole was wide enough for Rodney to stick his hand inside it, if the pear wasn’t there, though Matthew knew this couldn’t be true.

Rodney rocked back onto his heels and took the handle of the crusher in his hands.

‘No, Rodney,’ Matthew said. ‘Don’t. Please don’t.’

Rodney ignored him. He started to twist, and then he turned his head up to Matthew, smiling.

Matthew wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t help watching. The plates closed together and he felt the spike in his left nut slide deeper into it, as the two above his right nut pressed firmly down into it, pinning it.

Rodney made a sound, a long, drawn out, ‘Oo,’ as he turned the screw, watching the two spikes enter Matthew’s right nut. They punctured it together, the pillow of his nut springing up again as they pierced the skin.

Matthew’s cock jerked wildly. And despite himself, Matthew started to enjoy the sensation. It felt unreal. Wild. Better than anything he’d ever felt. The spike in his left nut was sliding through it, and the two in his right were sliding through, while three other spikes began to enter the left nut from the edges, as it flattened out. Matthew watched, almost willing them to enter his nut, so he could feel the pleasure of being spiked again. Two other spikes on the right nut were pressing into it, and starting to enter the skin.

His cock jerked, and he came. He swallowed, watching the long rope of come explode out of his cock and trail itself over Rodney’s hands. He closed his eyes, and then opened them again, almost instantaneously, not wanting to miss what was happening. The three on the left nut pressed into it until it looked like it would burst, and then slowly, suddenly, they all punctured his nut at once and Matthew came again, watching in disbelief as an even larger explosion of come burst of his cock, draping itself over Rodney’s hands, his wrists, over Matthew’s inner thighs, and abs.

Again, Matthew closed his eyes, but opened them again, not even caring now. It hadn’t felt this good since he had… No, it had never felt this good. He stared, and watched, as the four spikes in each nut slid deeper and deeper while the plates closed together. He didn’t even want Rodney to stop now. He couldn’t think of what was happening, and could only see Rodney’s hands as his friends, slowly turning the screw and giving him this exquisite pleasure.

The long spike in his right nut exited the other side, and Matthew came again, feeling the pop of his skin, as it punctured it. And then, unable to control himself, he came time after time, watching the spikes slide through his testicles and wishing it could go on forever.