Busted – The Game Show

© Justin Cumberland 2007

Chapter Fourteen

The ad break seemed ridiculously long until someone explained to him that, because they were taping, it could be as long as they liked.

They took him down the hall to the wardrobe department where he saw the other guys; and they gave him a costume to wear for Blast-Off. Each guy got a hat and a pair of shoes. The other guys were already dressed. There was a cap and a pair of runners, a football helmet with boots to match, a swimming cap and flippers and a construction worker’s hat which went with a pair of boots.

They had given the construction worker’s outfit to the kid, Todd, and he did, Jason thought, look pretty silly in it, not being old enough to work on a construction site which was only made more obvious by the fact that the boots were too big for him and had been provided without any socks.

Jason was the last to come in and he got the last costume. He supposed they hadn’t meant to give him what he ended up with but the other guys had got there first and there had probably been a fuss made. No one would have wanted the elf costume; but Jason had shrugged his shoulders and reasoned, as he looked at himself in the mirror, that the green hat looked good with blond hair, and matched his eyes, and made his lips look red. The only thing which was silly about it was the little bell on the point; which was the problem with the shoes also, which were also made of green felt and had a little bell at the point of each toe.

Jason tried not to let the little bells tinkle as he walked back onto the stage but it was difficult, because he couldn’t walk properly anyway and had to keep his legs apart so that there was room for his sack between his legs. When he came out the audience cheered. People started clapping and there were a couple of whistles. Jason smiled. It was just like Garth said – he was popular with the crowd.

The guys were led around to a bench and sat down with their backs to the audience. The bench was supposed to be the cockpit of a rocket ship. It was silver; and there were some banks of computers and controls spread around the stage. They sat Todd next to Jason, on his left, which meant, Jason realized, that he would get splattered with the kid’s blood when Todd’s sack blew; but he supposed, at the same time, that he would get to see it close-up and feel that the kid had got what he deserved for being such a smart-arse. He didn’t feel great about what was going to happen to Todd and could only wish that it had been that Eric sitting next to him, who fully deserved what Todd was about to get, because he had put Garth off in the question round and had been the cause, ultimately, of Jason’s swollen sack, which was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Andy and Sam strapped the contestant’s legs apart and, because there wasn’t much room on the bench, it meant that Jason’s ankles were touching Todd’s on the one side, and the ankles of the guy wearing the football gear on his right.

There was an electric mechanism which spun the bench backwards, so that the contestants were upside-down, with their feet in the air, as though they really were in a rocket ship, prepared for blast off. Jason’s head hung back; and he could see the audience, although it was difficult to see where Garth was, because everyone was upside-down.

As he turned his head Jason could see Andy and Sam standing by the detonator which was a large red button about the size of a bucket, sitting on the top of a thick post. They each had one hand on it and would press the button down when the countdown reached zero.

‘Are we ready?’ Larry said, addressing the audience.

‘YES!’ the audience replied.

‘Are—we—ready?’ Larry said again.

The audience responded with a louder ‘YES!’ amongst which Jason heard a couple of whistles.

‘Ten,’ Larry said, and the audience caught on, falling in step with him, clapping, and shouting each number louder than the last, ‘nine—eight—seven—six.’ Jason started to feel excited. He bent his head forward and looked along the row of sacks, two on his left, and two on his right. He noticed that Todd also had a hard-on and it made him feel better about his own dick which looked more like a baseball bat at the moment than anything else. Jason looked at his sack, which had somehow grown again so that the skin was stretched to breaking point, making his balls look like some strange twin fruit about to burst with ripeness. As he stretched up to look at it closely, Jason found himself wincing because, despite the pain blockers, his sack was stretched so tight that it was uncomfortable. It was a feeling which, Jason supposed, would only be relieved when they removed the device after the round was over and Todd’s balls had blown. It never occurred to him, at that point, that the pressure might be relieved suddenly and within a matter of seconds.

‘Five—four—three—two—one.’

Jason held his breath. He turned his head so he could see Andy and Sam press the button.

‘Zero!’

Andy and Sam pressed the button, jumping up a bit as they did so. The narrow rectangles of cotton which hung from their waists fluttered in the air so that Jason saw clearly, better than he ever had at home, the smooth expanse of skin which the boys had in the place where their gear had once been. Jason realized, now that he saw it close up, that this piece of skin looked quite attractive. It was much better than he had realized, although he could never, of course, countenance putting himself into a position where such a thing might happen to himself.

There was a pause while the audience held its breath. Everyone was straining to hear. Even though the detonator had been pressed no one knew, at this stage, where the real device was. It had, of course, by now received the signal and would soon begin to beep, quietly and slowly at first, so that it was difficult to tell exactly where it was.

Jason heard it and realized immediately, like he had supposed, that it was in Todd’s sack, because the sound was very close. He tried to hide his smile because he didn’t want anyone to see that he knew.

He was concentrating on Todd’s sack – staring at it and listening to the beeping sound when he realized that Todd, beside him, had focused his own attention on Jason’s sack. The poor kid, Jason thought. He doesn’t realize what’s going to happen.

It came as a surprise then, a moment or so later, as the beeping grew louder and more insistent to hear, at the same time, an audience member yell out, ‘It’s in Jason’s!’ It was a pretty stupid thing to say. Jason looked at his sack and wondered why someone would yell this out when it was quite obvious that the sound was coming from Todd’s sack, as he had known, all along, that it would.

And then he felt something – a little vibration. The device in his sack moved; and, as he heard one final, insistent, drawn out beep, it became quite clear to Jason that something had gone wrong, somehow. The device in his own sack was the one that had been beeping all along. It had vibrated; and he thought, even at this moment, that it might be possible, if he alerted someone, for something to be done about this device, which had been sewn into his scrotum, nestled against his balls and was, even now, making preparations to explode.

As it turned out, there wasn’t time. The device exploded.

[Frame: Open.]

His sack erupted like a volcano under pressure, spewing red hot lava into the atmosphere. It wasn’t lava, of course. He understood that. It was a jet of blood and balls heading skyward only to rain down again, all around him, like a sudden summer storm.

It was an incredible sight.

Jason’s mouth hung slack in wonder. He smiled at the unexpectedness of it. Time seemed to slow. Sound stopped. And then, suddenly, he could hear a buzzing in his ears which must have been the sound of the audience; although, at that moment, it didn’t occur to him because he had forgotten where he was. He had no real understanding of what had happened but felt, somehow, that an incredible pressure had been released.

There was something falling towards him. It was very small but it grew larger as it came closer; and then, all at once, Jason realized what it was. It was a ball – one of his own. It had somehow escaped undamaged and was falling from the ceiling. He watched it, transfixed, as it sailed towards him. At first he thought it was going to hit him in the face; but he realized, at the last moment, that it was a little to the left and would probably hit Todd, who he had just become conscious of, straining on the seat beside him.

Jason turned his head and looked at Todd. Somehow, in the last few moments, the kid had managed to blow a load over his own chest. He was covered in it but didn’t seem concerned about the way it was running down his chest and gathering around his neck. He was shifting on the bench as though he was in pain, straining his neck and head like he was trying to get up. Jason’s immediate thought was that the kid had been hurt in the explosion, because, along with the jism on his chest, he was splattered with blood.

Jason frowned, wondering if Todd was okay. He watched the kid crane his head forward and realized, at the last moment, what it was that he was doing. He was positioning himself. The ball was falling and Todd was positioning himself to catch it. He couldn’t use his hands because they were strapped to the bench, but he managed, at the last moment to twist his head up so that he could catch the testicle between his front teeth.

Somehow he managed it. It was a piece of skill which Jason had to admire.

Todd let his head flop back against the bench, managing to keep the testicle between his teeth. He was exhausted, momentarily, by the effort he had made; but, breathing heavily through his mouth, he managed, after a moment or so, to turn and face Jason, smiling about what he had done. He kept the ball between his teeth but had to control himself because his mouth kept opening in a sudden smile as he looked into Jason’s eyes.

Jason looked back at him. He was a cute kid. He was obviously playing the clown and, because he was smiling so wildly, Jason couldn’t help himself. He started smiling also, which made Todd guffaw a bit with a sudden intake of breath – and this, of course, only made Jason smile the more.

Todd was trying to keep his teeth on the ball. He took a couple of deep breaths while Jason watched him, entranced; and then, taking a final deep breath, Todd opened his mouth wide, exposing all his teeth but keeping the testicle, at the same time, held firmly between his incisors. He bit down suddenly, splitting Jason’s testicle in two.

Jason stopped smiling. He swallowed.

And then he felt something cold between his legs which were spasming wildly. He looked up to see Andy and Sam. They had an aerosol can each and were spraying a white milky foam into his groin while they tried to steady his legs by gripping the inside of his thighs, keeping his legs splayed apart. His legs kept twitching and every now and then Jason saw his feet rise up as his legs straightened out before falling again. When they rose up into the air, his feet straightened out and started spasming, tinkling the little bells on the points of the shoes they had given him.

It must have looked silly. He realized that now; and he tried to control his feet. This, unfortunately, only made things worse, throwing his legs up straight into a sudden paroxysm accompanied by a sustained tinkling of the bells.

The white milky foam mixed with the blood and started to slide down onto his torso on the one side, and into the crack of his arse on the other.

The boys stopped spraying. Andy handed his aerosol can to Sam and then started to wipe the insides of Jason’s thighs with a cloth. He slid the cloth along the insides of Jason’s legs before reaching down to wipe Jason’s groin and stomach before turning his attention to the crack of Jason’s arse.

Jason put his head back down and waited for Andy to finish. He still wasn’t quite clear about what had happened. There hadn’t been any pain. Could his sack really have exploded, or did he just imagine it?

He leaned forward again when Andy had finished only to see his dick, strangely frozen. It had threshed wildly as Andy was cleaning Jason; but now, suddenly, it had frozen in a stillness which Jason had never seen. His legs had stopped moving and his feet had fallen but small muscles on the insides of his thighs continued to twitch. His pelvis was juddering now, but his dick, strangely, was still. Jason saw his feet start to rise up again and he tried to control them, forcing them back down. They continued to rise despite his efforts and he watched, annoyed, as they raised themselves into a straight-legged juddering spasm. This brought forth a tinkling of the little bells which seemed to go on interminably. Suddenly, it stopped, and everything, for the first time since the explosion, went strangely quiet. Jason stretched his head forward, trying to get a clear look at the place where the explosion had occurred.

He opened his mouth as he strained forward, swallowed; and only realized as he did so that he was swallowing his own come which was jetting out of his dick with force. He closed his mouth but it just kept coming in a series of bursts, hitting him in the face and eyes and mouth; and even, as his put his head back down, spurting into his nostrils.

They put the bench back into position and, after releasing the other guys, they released his legs. It was difficult to stand. He had to lean on Sam and Andy as they walked him over to Larry. The host was standing at the edge of the stage waiting to interview him.

Later, when Jason watched the tape, he realized what a mess he looked at that moment. His body was splattered with blood and his face was dripping with come. There was some in his hair and a globule dangling from one eyebrow. The only part of his body that was clean and fresh was the area between his legs where, ironically, all of the mess had originated; and still, here, he had an enormous erection.

He felt a bit sick because he had swallowed a salty liquid. He didn’t understand how he had managed to come when his balls had been blown away; and he was still hoping, somehow, that this wasn’t actually the case. He was afraid to put his hand down. He had seen guys do this and knew it looked ridiculous. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself. There had been no pain; and if, as it turned out, he had actually lost his balls then he would have to go on and make the best of it. He had only just thought this when he remembered seeing one of his balls in Todd’s mouth, getting bitten in two, and he realized, at the same time, that unless the whole thing was some type of joke, an accident really had occurred, as Garth had said it might. The worst, however, had not happened. He had his dick, which, if anything, was working better than it ever had.

As he walked toward Larry, Jason caught sight of Garth in the front row, with that kid, Eric, sitting beside him. Both of them had their mouths open and were frozen as though they couldn’t believe what had happened.

It had been a terrible mistake, Jason decided. That much was clear.

He stopped in front of Larry and tried to stand up properly. He managed it by keeping one hand on Sam’s shoulder and one hand on Andy’s; but, all the same, he felt the insides of his thighs fall in toward each other so that they were touching. His toes pointed inwards and his heels splayed out. It was the best he could manage.

‘Well, Jason, are you going to go on?’ Larry asked.

‘Yes,’ Jason said. ‘I’ll go on.’

He looked towards Garth, knowing he had said the right thing even though Garth did nothing. He was staring, open mouthed, at Jason’s groin.

‘You’ll go on?’

‘Yes, I’ll go on,’ Jason said.

He looked at Garth, hoping to get a reaction but noticed instead that the kid, Eric, had leant forward, throwing his head into his hands. He seemed to be crying. His shoulders were juddering and he was shaking his head from side to side in disbelief, covering his face with his hands. Jason started to feel sorry for the kid, who, he supposed, had had a bad shock. He watched as kid threw himself sideways into Garth’s lap. He let his hands slide away from his face and Garth, absent-mindedly, put a hand on Eric’s stomach. The kid arched his back up. He opened his mouth and fell on the floor.