So here's my homage to Tom of Finland. I was visualizing two of his burly, studly cops destroying some poor kid's balls. Hope it's not too short.
Brian tweaked his nipple through
his tan button-up shirt and contemplated what was in front of him - a semi-nude
teenage hooligan who was to be interrogated about the latest round of gang
shootings. The boy was not going to give up inside information willingly, so
both Brian and his partner Charlie would have to beat it out of him. But
leaving obvious signs of brutality would be frowned on, so they had to attack
the one place people would never think to look - his balls.
Brian took a moment to fondle the
boys cahones through his tight underwear. They were supple, loose and big, and
this made Brian happy, so he smiled. The boy stared back with pure loathing.
Charlie was watching from the
sidelines. "Tell us what we want to know boy-o, and you can leave here
unscathed," said Charlie. But the boy just lifted his chin in defiance and
settled down to a sort of grim stoicism.
Brian growled. "So be it,
then. Your pain will be your fault," and with that Brian jammed his knee
between the boy's parted legs, smashing the boy's berries dead on. The red
underwear clad package bounced and expanded as the testicles inside it jammed
against the boy's pelvic bone. The boy coughed. "Do you like that?"
asked Brian in a low voice. "How about we see if we can make mush of your
ghoolies, eh boy?" WHAM a solid knee to the boy's bollocks. WHAM WHAM
WHAM. Three knees in just a few seconds. The boys face turned bright red as he
struggled not to cry out. He was a butch gang member. Man enough not scream.
But he was being tested. WHAM WHAM WHAM Three more solid knees to his nuts.
More coughing and a thin line a drool escaped from his handsome mouth. WHAM
WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM. Five solid knee-lifts to the boy's tender glands.
"URGGGGHHHHH" moaned the boy. The pain in his testicles radiated
throughout his abdomen, and made him feel sick to his stomach.
"So, you're not going to
give in willingly, eh?" asked Charlie. "Perhaps we need to up the
ante." Charlie stripped off his pants and shirt, leaving him naked except
for his socks and boots. He had a huge woody, and began stroking it. "Move
aside Brian, it's my turn." He lined up in front of the boy, and while he
stroked his thick cock he began to kick the red basket in front of him. Brian's
mustache twitched in amusement. He'd seen Charlie's kicks emasculate dozens of
suspects, and none of them ever escaped without complete testicular
THOCK THOCK THOCK Charlie's kicks
were dead on toe-kicks and they were starting to scramble this young gang
member's tender eggs. THOCK THOCK THOCK THOCK.
"Wait a second Charlie, I
think we need to see our targets better." Brian pulled out a huge bowey
knife and cut off the boy's underwear. Now he was only in his white socks, but
otherwise nude. His scrotum was a bright red and his nuts were swelling nicely.
Brian reached down, grasped the two walnuts and splitting them with his thumb,
he started grating the two glands together. "AAAAAHHHHHH" cried the
boy. Brian's mustache twitched again in amusement. With his free hand he began
to rub his own crotch. Crushing man berries always made him horny, just like it
did to his partner. He rubbed his own growing erection through his uniform
MY GOD, MY NUTS. PLEASE STOP." cried the boy out loud.
"The pain will stop if you
just give us what we want."
"I can't" blubbered the
boy, "They'll kill me if I say anything."
"And you'll lose your balls
if you don't tell us. Think boy, which is the lesser of the two tragedies. Once
you're in custody you fall under the protection of the government. We can hide
you more completely than even you can imagine." Brian really put the
squeeze on the boy's nuts. But the boy refused to speak. So Brian let the two
organs drop, and let Charlie go back to kicking them. WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM
WHAM. Charlie stroked his fat member while inflicting untold agony on a teenage
boy. Charlie's boots dug remorselessly into male nut flesh, and the naked
testicles bounced, flattened, and bounced again, to then hang low in their
sack, awaiting the next kick. The pain was off the scale, and the boy, who was
handcuffed to some overhanging bars, twitched and writhed and moaned as his
manhood was being manhandled by these two brutal police officers.
While Charlie kept up the kicks
and made the nuts swell with edema, Brian got up real close to the boy's left
ear and whispered things to him. "You're never going to have children
after this, you know. No woman will ever want a nutless husband. You'll be ostracized
from your family, your friends, and you'll never be able to be naked in public.
No more trips to the gym for you. Just think, you'll be the ball-less wonder,
and everyone will point and laugh. You'll be less than a man, and not even as
good or useful as a woman. You'll be damage goods for the rest of you life,
boy. So tell us what we want to know now, before me and my partner go too far
and make you a eunuch."
But the boy's limp head just
nodded NO, and his labored breathing made it sound like he was trying to take
all this in stride. Lots of his friends had been interrogate like this, and
they'd come back all right and intact. They were just probably trying to
frighten him into confession. He was determined not to budge. Let them do their
worst. And so they did.
Brian unzipped his fly and took
out his own huge weapon, busting criminal nuts always made him horny and he
felt no embarrassment in stroking himself while Charlie made paste of this
thug's balls. Charlie took off his shoesHe wanted to feel ball-flesh warp around his toes. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Hard
kicks to tender jewels, jewels that were growing bigger by the moment. They
swelled and swelled and swelled until the boy's scrotum was very tight, and a shiny,
angry red color. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. The boy cried out "AHHHHHHHH. GOD HELP
ME." SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Charlie really dug his toes into the boy's nuts.
They were starting to get soft.
"Still not ready to tell us
what your gang is up to?" asked Brian in a husky voice. He was getting
ready to cum. "Oh please, do let us complete the utter destruction of your
nuts. You'll never be a man again you know, and we always enjoy a good
"FUCK YOU!" screamed
the boy between ragged breaths.
"So be it," said Brian.
Charlie stopped kicking and Brian balled up his fist and began to punch the
boy's bag. WHAP WHAP WHAP. By now the poor bloated glands were not keeping
their shape very well, and looked like two kidney beans that someone had
stepped on, and they continued to swell. Charlie looked on and stroked himself
faster. This was the exciting part - waiting for the gonads to explode in their
sack, to the utter ruination of the guy's manhood. WHAP WHAP WHAP. Brian
pounded the boy's puds for all he was worth. They were definitely much softer
than when they had started. The bloated scrotum dented and warped around his
powerful fists. Brian switched to thigh-to-crotch uplifts, nailing them dead-on
with he hard kneecap. The boy let out a thin wail and tears of pain and
humiliation were streaming down his face. "NEVER. NEVER. FUCK YOU,"
he cried out. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. Brain's knee was like a piston, cracking
After a while of that, Brian
stepped back. His fist slid up and down his magnificent tool, and he assessed
the boy before him. "Charlie, it's your turn this time for a full rupture.
You squeeze, I'll suck." Charlie nodded and grabbed both the boy's cahones
and dug his fingers in while Brian kneeled before him and sucked in Charlie's huge
length. SLURP SLURP SLURP. Brian sucked Charlie's cock like a champion, while
Charlie's fingers squeeze the boy's testicles. Harder and harder he pressed,
thumb to man-meat, and then it happened: the first testicle ruptured with a
loud "POP". "Oh FUCK YEAH," bellowed Charlie as he
forcefully fucked Brian's face. The first volley of cum gushed down Brian's
throat, and then a few second's later, the second ball popped and another
stream of jizz erupted. It was warm and foamy and delicious.
the boy, who was now a balless, useless creature. The boy sagged in his
restraints, and went into shock. Charile continued to squeeze and mangle the
boy's ruptured nuts. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. While Brian's mouth was filled with
Charlie's cock and spunk, his own meat let loose with spurt after spurt of cum,
which landed on Charlie's legs. The close air of the room smelled like pain
sweat and man-juice. Brain's skill at fellatio was such that he was able to
coax out a third eruption of cum from Charlie, who grunted as he did so. Cops
were known to be virile and studly, and Charlie was no exception.
In the silence that followed, all
that could be discerned was the low unconscious moan from the boy, and the
heavy breathing of Charlie. His erection began to diminish, and Brian detached,
a thin while streak of semen coating his big mustache.
"Well," said Charlie,
"I think this one has taken all he can. I'm kinda impressed. We couldn't
"Oh yeah?" said Brain,
pulling out his bowey knife. "Let's see what happened when he wakes up and
we threaten to cut his balls off."
"Fuck yeah," said
Charlie, and pulled Brain in for a kiss, tasted his own cum. And so they did.