Shower Room Incident

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RAD WAS THE shower room attendant at an exclusive health club in New York. The pay was not great, but the job afforded him ample opportunity to observe the naked handsome hunks as they showered after a game of handball or squash. There had been times when he had to conceal a throbbing hard-on from thrusting against his shorts as an especially hung athlete stood there soaping himself under the steaming spray, the hot water causing his jiggling genitals to hang low between his legs and his semi-erection to jut out from his hairy crotch. Because of his job, no one noticed how his eyes glittered in lust and desire and he took in their almost flagrant masculinity displayed before him. Brad was also a sexual sadist who longed for the opportunity to actually get his hands around those bulging balls that hung so provocatively and temptingly. The bigger and more magnificent the set of genitals, the more he desired to destroy them in the most painful and diabolical manner allowed. Which was why he was especially drawn to the father and son who had become recent members of the club. Mr. Samuels was a 40-year-old macho stud in the prime of his sexual powers who displayed perhaps the most magnificent set of genitals Brad had had the pleasure to observe in his tenure at the club: A perfect 7-inch cock, beautifully cut to set off the exquisite head and flaring corona at the end of the shaft, and complemented by two huge and nearly round balls suspended in a loose nearly hairless sac that swung gently from side to side as he strode down the aisle in the locker room. His son, Dave, had inherited his Dad’s sexual organs! Although only a freshman at the local college, he already possessed a set of knockers that rivaled those of the old man, and his generous cock was a near perfect youthful replica of his dad’s spectacular dong.

Brad had entertained all sorts of violent fantasies involving the father and son,—nutting and de-cocking the pair after an evening of torture. He couldn’t believe his good fortune one evening when the two were the last remaining ones in the shower room after the club had officially closed. They had come in late and asked for special permission to use the courts after hours, and of course Brad had volunteered to stay after to accommodate them. It was time to put the plan he had long fantasized into operation.

He waited until both were in the shower, busily soaping and handling their ample genitals and engaging in mock grabs to each other’s balls and in general playing around under the hot spray. They were so engaged that neither saw him approach through the steam until he was almost upon them. “OK, fun’s over,” he shouted, displaying a revolver pointed rather significantly at the Father’s crotch. “Let’s take it easy and go over against the wall with your hands up.” In a moment both were flat against the tiled wall, hands up stretched, palms against the wall. In seconds he had both of their arms tied securely behind them. Now he had his fantasy come true: Both the father and his handsome son naked and defenseless before him.

They stood there, terrified, naked with their sexual equipment vulnerable to his evil designs. He went up to the father and grabbed his hanging sac and gave it a sudden and violent squeeze. Mr. Samuels’ eyes widened in agony and his mouth opened to release an animal-like scream as he felt his nuts nearly mashed for good. As his son tried to come to his father’s aid, Brad fetched him a terrible kick to the crotch which nearly destroyed his young masculinity on the spot! He went down for the count, writhing on the tile floor in agony clutching his shattered balls. Brad separated his spread legs and gave him several more vicious kicks in the nuts which put him completely out of commission for the time being, allowing Brad to return to the father. He grasped the old man’s cream cups and pulled them as far out as he could until the cords threatened to snap and the sac to rip. The reaching into his back pocket, he brought forth an elastrator and forced the rubber band around the nuts and cock and released the trigger allowing the tough rubber to encircle his entire set of genitals in a tight, restricting embrace. “Hey, old man, I’ve just about emasculated you. If you look down, you can see your dick and balls slowly being starved until they become dead meat. Feel the throbbing as the blood tries to get to your fuckin’ equipment? Pay close attention; it will give you something to think about as I see to your son, here!”

He dragged the still groggy Dave from the floor and hog-tied his arms behind him and forced him against the wall along facing his father. His genitals were just about perfection: His low-slung balls almost throbbed with youthful masculinity, each cream cup weighting down the nearly hairless bag half-way to his knees. The shaft of his big dong arched over the hanging ballocks, its cut head shiny with a pronounced smooth corona flaring at the top. Even in his terrified state, it was semi-hard, a tribute to his raging late adolescent hormones! Brad grabbed the kid’s stones and gave them a Gestapo twist and crushing squeeze which brought him back to consciousness in a hurry! He looked him straight in the eyes as he slowly crushed his jewels in his strong fist. Dave was screaming continuously now, but to no avail. Brad finally stopped just short of popping his balls and took out his own rather massive equipment from the pouched confines of his speedo briefs and lovingly massaged his genitals as he mocked the terrorized pair. He left briefly and returned with a cigarette lighter which he now held close to Dave’s manhood. Using a towel, he dried the lush pubic bush and genitals and then got down to business: A couple of passes ignited the curly hairs which went up in flames which engulfed the hanging genitals, singeing the tender flesh. Then he held the shooting flame under the genital sac, laughing as the skin grew first red and then began to actually burn to Dave’s accompanying hoarse screams “How long to you think it’ll take for your sperm to boil?” he taunted. “This will give a whole new meaning to the term ‘hot nuts!’” Dave struggled and twisted in a frantic attempt to save his balls from the fire. Finally, Brad lifted the lighter so as to engulf the cock. Ever so slowly he traveled up the underside of the shaft, blistering the delicate skin, until he reached the shiny cock-head. A piercing scream erupted as the flame singed the coronal ridge and began to destroy the glans. He grasped the shaft with one hand and maintained the flaming contact with the other and held it tight until the entire end of his prick was set on fire. Dave simply couldn’t scream any more as he watched the end of his cock slowly disintegrate in flames. When the prick-tip was nearly gone, he transferred the flame to Dave’s plump tits and burned off each nipple in turn. “Now for the piéce de rèsistance,” laughed Brad as he again reached for the hanging fruit between Dave’s legs. “Get ready for a rush, man! “Say good-by to your sweet young balls. And you, old man, here go your grand children. No more ‘little Samuels. How does it feel to see the generations end here?’” With that he grasped both of Dave’s ‘boys’ and slowly crushed the fuckers out of existence. Dave’s eyes grew wide and nearly bugged out of his head as he felt them go. One after the other gave a faint pop as it yielded to the castrating pressure of Brad’s tightening fist. Brad felt a sexual thrill as he felt them suddenly turn to mush in his hand. Dave’s head hung down as he looked at his once proud genitals.

Now Brad turned to the father who had just witnessed his only son’s emasculation. His own huge balls

were now dead in their sack along with his cock, he had been effectively nutted along with his son. Brad released the elastrator band and fondled the lifeless cods in his fingers. He could hardly hold them, so great was their size. He looked the old man in the eye and slowly twisted the cold testicles in their bag. One turn, and the skin grew taut; a second half-turn brought screams as the delicate skin began to tear; another half turn and the bag tore apart. He drew back allowing the tethering cords to stretch like rubber bands until they were nearly a foot from his crotch when they suddenly snapped, leaving the big gonads free in Brad’s hand. He threw them on the tile floor along with his son’s. “How about that,” he laughed, “the family’s out of jewels!

He left the nutted pair to be “discovered” the following day when he opened up the club and reported the horrible crime.