Saturday, January 7, 2023

(M/groupM; snuff, cannibalism) The Fugitive: MIB - NEW

 So, this is my most violent and excessive story to date. I think that fetishes are like drug addictions where you have to keep making the content more and more extreme to get the same "high". However, I hope that those who read it get something useful out of it. 

cheers,

nicholas


The Fugative: MIB

 

Zeke Abrahms twiddled his thumbs. Then his fingers, and finally his feet. He was sitting in a black room with black furniture and black wallpaper, windowless and airtight. He was in a nondescript government building just outside Washington DC. And all he could do was . . . wait.

After an eon, an older man in a black suit opened a door and motioned that Zeke should go in. Inside Zeke found a desk with seven men arranged behind it, and one sitting man who had the look of a person known for having absolute authority.

“Have a seat, Mr. Abrahms,” gestured the older man, he did not smile. Zeke obediently sat.

“Now, you are here, as I’m sure you know, because you have the most classified and top-secret information of your government’s nuclear program. Your government knows you have it, and have defected here to give it to us, but your life is now in OUR hands until next week when the information will be in the hands of the UN Solicitor General. After that point your protection will no longer be necessary.”

“We’re very good at hiding people, Mr. Abrahms, but more than that, we’re very good at keeping people happy while they are in hiding. Standing arrayed in front of you and behind me is part of your security detail. All are gay or bisexual males that are near your height and weight. They are all well endowed and perpetually horny. They also are marines, and have all killed in this nation’s defense. They will be with you 24/7 and any and all of your needs will be catered to by them. They will bathe you, have sex with you, get you whatever food or drink you like, and even sing you a lullaby at night should you so desire it.”

Zeke’s head nearly popped out of his eyes. “Do they know . . . “and he trailed off.

“What, about your sexual preferences? Of course. Do you not think there’s anything about you we don’t know? We know you have emasculated 4 men willingly, and two teenagers unwillingly. We know you like to crush men’s’ balls, kick, hit, even bite them off with your teeth. We know you have a small collection of gold plated penises taken from your victims. Yes, we’re well aware of your ‘needs’, and these men are quite willing to let you do anything you like to them. Further, should you ‘use up’ these seven, there are 28 more to take their places. Your second and third units of protection follow at a discrete distance to be ready at any moment to take their places.

Zeke sized up the men arrayed in front of him. They were all Caucasian and all of them were fucking HOT.

“Now,” said the chief agent in a monotone, “The plan is, you will be flown to a secure location in Las Vegas, Nevada, disguised as one of your own detail. There you will remain until being called for by the UN. You will be locked down and separated from the larger society. We hope the personal detail will be able to keep you . . . amused.”

Zeke grinned broadly. A whole week with 35 hot guys whom he could do anything he wanted to. House arrest was a pale incarceration to this deal. He nodded to the man sitting in front of him.

The agent on the far left motioned to Zeke. “Follow us, sir.”

Zeke got up and followed. He already had the first hint of a woody.

Within minutes he was in a black SUV, followed by three other identical SUVs, with a motorcade of police shooting across DC’s wealthy suburbs. Like black bird bullets they homed in on the Ronald Reagan National Airport. As they were traveling Zeke looked to his right and left. One hot blond and one hot brunette. He rubbed his own crotch for a few minutes, and then reached over and just groped the blond’s crotch. The hunky agent simply turned his head and smiled. Behind his black sunglasses, the blond was clearly interested.

Very quickly the blond’s erection began to lump and tent his fly. Zeke’s questing hand unzipped the fly and let loose the pulsing penis. It popped out and very quickly Zeke bent his torso to his right and engulfed the member with his mouth. It was blood-warm and hard as a plank. It slipped it in and out of his mouth, his throat. It was beautiful. He sucked, he gagged, and he worshiped the organ. The blond agent began to moan and rolled his head backwards. This guy had a short fuse though, because it was only about five minutes of sucking before he shot his load, right down Zeke’s throat. Within seconds of that they arrived at the private plane that had been reserved and they all left the SUV. The blond had stuffed his dick back in his pants and only a slight sheen of sex sweat on his forehead showed he’d just cum in a guy’s mouth.

Zeke followed the thirty-five agents onto the plane. It was a crème-colored passenger jet. It was sumptuously appointed. Then a tall red-headed agent gave Zeke a quick tour. He was shown the cockpit with two sexy male pilots, dozens of comfy seats, the galley and a back room that was just big enough for one queen bed. The agent indicated that the bed was for Zeke and only Zeke. The agents, in their identical black suits and identical hair cuts and identical black sunglasses would sleep in their seats. As they were leaving the rear of the jet, Zeke noticed the flight attendant. She was a twenty-something Arabic woman wearing a hijab and she smiled demurely at him as he passed. He smiled back.

Zeke went to his seat as the jet taxied on the runway. Soon they were off and gliding through the air at supersonic speeds. It occurred to him that he would probably soon be joining the mile-high club, something of note even in his otherwise backward country.

He looked around himself, at the sea of males to take and do with as he pleased. It was hard to decide where to begin. He decided he would break the ice by proposing a game. Nutball to be precise. Zeke leaned over to the agent sitting next to him and whispered into his ear.

“Listen up, gentleman. The package here wants us to play a game of nutball. The winner gets to suck him off, the looser gets his nuts crushed.” To a man, all of the agents smiled. “Who’s up for it?”

Two hands immediately shot up. A burly brown haired guy and smooth Latino volunteered and they stripped off their pants and shoes, revealing identical white boxer-briefs which outlined their cock and balls. They sat in the isle, about six feet from each other, and another agent tossed them an orange from the galley. Now as former marines, they all knew how to play nutball. Toss orange into the other guy’s package and whoever scores a direct hit (if it results in admission of pain) gets a point. Play continues until one concedes.

The orange started to be tossed. Muscularity and masculinity were no guarantees of good aim, and it took a few tosses before either scored a point. The first few orange tosses were well clear of the target. Finally, the Latino got it directly in the nuts and he huffed a bit, clutched himself, and laughed it off. All the agents cheered and clapped. A few tosses later the burly guy got it hard in the nuts. He grabbed his crotch and groaned a bit, but quickly recovered. Back and forth they went until the Latino scored such a direct hit that the burly brunette could only hold himself and thrash around on the floor of the plane. The Latino smiled, his bronze skin sweaty with nut-pain. He got up and stripped off the rest of his cloths. The other agents forcibly stripped the looser and made him stand, they blind folded him and cuffed his hands behind him. While the Latino settled himself between Zeke’s legs and gently extracted his penis from his pants to suck on it, the burly agent was positioned so Zeke could watch his castration and get head at the same time.

A short agent who looked like he’d been a gymnast in a prior life began to smash his foot into the burly agent’s dangling nuts and a countdown started on the lifespan of his ghoolies. A gentle, warm and wet mouth sucked on Zeke’s turgid member while a firm hand cupped and pulled on his sack, ever-so-slightly. The burly agent was getting his nuts busted by the shorter agent and all the other guys on the plane were cheering it on, each eager to see another guy get nutted. Some were rubbing their own crotches, some other guy’s crotches. Meanwhile Zeke was in heaven. Busting over there, sucking here. The Latino must be a gay, thought Zeke. He knew how to give head. Gentle but persistent, great suction, amazing friction. Zeke moaned. The guy getting nutted moaned and drooled. The Latino moaned in his throat as he took down Zeke’s woody waiting eagerly for it to burst with jizz in his gullet.

Through half-lidded eyes, Zeke watched the ballbusting and hoped it would last. Just as the burly’s balls were reaching critical mass, Zeke could feel the precursor to orgasm in his body. That tingling body tightness like a volcano is about to erupt.

“OH FUCK, MY BALLS, MY BALLS, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” yelled the burly guy, and there was sound of two loud “POPS”, and his testicles were no more. All the guys cheered and laughed. One Texan agent cried out a “YAAAHHH WHOOO” like he’d just wrangled a cow.

Zeke meanwhile orgasmed, his juicy jizz flowing into the Latino’s eager mouth. The guy sucking him off clearly liked to be subservient as he kept looking up for approval from Zeke. This was a massive turn on, and Zeke, like most males, hated the fact that there was subsiding of lust in sex before it could be repeated. As the plane floated on rising cold air, Zeke floated on the updrafts of post-coital bliss. His body was loose, pliable, sexy, and relaxed. The Latino slowed his sucking and let the diminished boner slide out of his mouth and instead went to suck gently on Zeke’s tight sack. Zeke’s two eggs were gently swished around in the Latino’s mouth, and the slight pain of it make Zeke feel alive and virile.

The burly agent had passed out cold, and was taken to a chamber near the cockpit. He’d been seen to by a doctor after landing.          The revelry was short lived as the stewardess began to serve drinks and food. She seemed unphased by the nut busting action and blatant sex. Perhaps she saw stuff like this all the time. Or perhaps she was too well-bred to show it.

Eating and drinking occupied everyone’s attention for about an hour. Zeke had zipped up his fly, the Latino had redressed and there was some quiet chatter amongst the agents. When the plates had been cleared, Zeke realized all the sex had made him sleepy, and he made his way into the rear of the plane to lay down for a while. The bed was very soft, with fluffy pillows and smooth cotton sheets. As he lay there his mind drifted. He turned onto his right side, and he heard a faint click and some soft footsteps, no doubt an agent had come to check on him. At that moment, Zeke had a sneezing fit and he doubled in half. He heard a THUMP and looked to his left. Where his head had been seconds before was a twelve-inch knife. He looked up. The stewardess was pulling a second knife from her sash. Without even thinking Zeke rolled to his left, and with his right food kicked the second knife out of her hand. Having been in his country’s secret service, Zeke was skilled at defending himself. And killing. Her empty hand went diving for his throat and she screamed a curse at him as she tried to strangle him. At that moment there was commotion, and two agent’s appeared at the doorway, and saw what was happening. Within a heart beat their hand-guns were out and they expertly shot the crazed assassin through the head, her hijab swirling around. Her body convulsed a bit and then collapsed on top of Zeke. He pushed the corpse off himself and stood up. The adrenaline was coursing through his body and he found his chest was heaving.

“You OK sir?” asked the tall red head as he reholstered his weapon.

“Fine, fine.” He was still breathing hard.

“I’ll clear away the body, and you can get back to your rest.”

“No,” said Zeke. “I’d like some company, I think.”

“Of course. Who would you like?”

“You two will do,” said Zeke with a smile. To be truthful, his near brush with death made him want to surround himself with man-flesh. Strong, safe and comforting.

Apparently, the jet had a body hatch, and the eastern woman’s body was dragged and rolled to the compartment and sealed up. It too would be looked at after they landed. Knowing he was now completely safe, Zeke stripped, as did the two agents he’d indicated. The tall redhead and the short Asian were both very handsome for their races, and soon the three were having sex amidst the cotton sheets. Fucking and sucking. All three were ripped, horny, and in love with the male form. Zeke had an opportunity to squeeze and suck on their testicles. The Asian had small hard marbles, and the super-white redhead had large meaty ovals. After an hour of sex, and several orgasms each, they collapsed in the bed, and spooned for warmth and comfort. Soon, they were all asleep, and stayed that way until shortly before landing.

The disembarking was swift and orderly. Everyone was dressed and inscrutable again, black suits and black glasses. Zeke was same, but he kept the hijab of the assassin which reminded him of how closely death was linked with life. He tied it around his wrist, so that the bloodstain on it was visible if he twisted his wrist.

Three black SUVs awaited them. He entered the middle one and they were quickly on their way. The vehicles smoothly zoomed into the heart of the City of Sin and Zeke felt safe, squashed between a black agent and a black-haired agent. Through the tinted window’s, Zeke gawked and goggled at the glitz and glamor of Las Vegas. It was amazing. His country had nothing like it. They drove towards a huge pyramid of glass and around behind it. A portal opened, and the three SUVs descended to a secret underground compound which lay in the heart of the city. Down, down, down they drove until they reached a complex of rooms which was guarded by several soldier units, dressed in fatigues. One of these guards caught Zeke’s attention, a breath-taking blond guy with boyish features and a chiseled body. The SUVs disembarked, and after ID’s were inspected and protocols followed, they were led to a suite of apartments, which had living rooms, bedrooms, kitchens, and luxurious bathing pools.

After all that sex and death, Zeke was in the mood to get clean. As the agents distributed themselves evenly among the abode, Zeke stripped and entered one of the pools. It was warm and bubbly. One of the agents came over.

“Do you need anything sir?” the agent inquired.

“I need some nuts to crack.”

“Shall I find you someone?”

“Certainly.”

“Wait here.” The agent moved off.

After a minute Zeke heard him asking for a volunteer to have his nuts ruptured by the package. Three agents volunteered. Within five minutes three naked adult men entered the pool to join Zeke. It was a smorgasbord of testicles. But first, they reverently washed and scrubbed Zeke’s tight and muscular middle-eastern body. He was handsome by any measure and worthy of worship. When he was clean Zeke had them sit on the edge of the pool so that their nuts lay on the hard marble. They spread their legs wide and allowed him to start punching their nuts and smashing them into the stone. All three were black haired white guys with sexy bodies. They all cried out and moaned as he brutalized their balls. He squeezed, he punched, he smashed, and he pummeled their man-eggs. He moved between the three, letting them rest between pain, but he wanted to neuter these men. Crush their nuts into goo. So, he stopped to focus on the one furthest to the left. With his left hand he stroked the guy’s cock, while with the right he squeezed the guy’s droopier left testicle. Determined to pop it, he squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. The nut went flatter and flatter until it popped and gushed between his fingers. The agent’s body shuddered as he came and Zeke’s left hand was slick with sperm while his right one continued to squeeze the man’s ruined, mushy remains. The strong agent passed out and slumped back. The other two agents had watched, not the least bit afraid to lose their own onions and were jacking themselves off all the while.

He moved to the middle agent. He briefly kissed the man and then said matter-of-factly “I’m going to suck in both your balls and crush them between my teeth. I’m also going to burdizzo them and cut your cords. You may die from the pain.”

“Hot!” said the muscular, smooth skinned man.

“Feed them to me yourself.” For Zeke this was that hottest part, having guys willing offer up their nuts to him. He was the man, they were disposable toys.

“No problem,” said the agent. Zeke’s mouth was open and waiting, his pearly whites looking deadly to the man’s agates. Ready to pulverize them.

The agent stuffed his nuts into Zeke’s mouth and then continued to stroke his pole and moan. Loudly.

At first Zeke just sucked on the huge balls in his mouth to cause discomfort. Then when that got boring, he positioned one testicle between each set of molars and began to chow down on the agent’s jiffies. He chomped on them and ground his molars together. The two glands began to swell in his mouth and filled his cheeks. GRIND GRIND GRIND. The agent moaned louder and louder. “Ohhhh. Fuckkkk. My nutssss. OH MY GOD. Shit, My FUCKING NUTS.” GRIND GRIND GRIND. And then a huge SPLAT as both testicles exploded in their sack and in his mouth. His cheeks puffed out as his mouth filled with a mushy spermy scrotum. The man also jacked himself to completion and cum spilled all over Zeke’s newly clean face. Some of which dribbled down into his mouth. As he chewed the remains of this guys gonads he could taste the cum and savored it. The man’s moans turned to crying and he then fell backwards and was out cold. As promised Zeke bit through the man’s cords, though he knew the agent couldn’t feel it being unconscious.

The last guy had been watching with interest and now that it was his turn, was curious how he’d be neutered. The soggy sack in Zeke’s mouth slid out, and he moved to his right. The pool had a seat-ledge around its inside perimeter like a spa so people could sit in the water.

As he moved to be in front of the last agent, Zeke motioned the agent to him. The man slid down into the water, his huge woody waggling in front of him.

“So, I want you to sit on the seat and suck me off. While you do, I’ll crush your nuts with my knees. You will most likely drown when they pop. Are you willing to die for me?”

The guy gave a huge smile. “FUCK Yeah! I’d love to die sucking your huge cock. Crush my nuts man. Tell the guys how awesome you are to take my nuts and my life. Make me mush and fucking kill me. My balls are yours man.”

“OK. Have a seat and open wide.”  

The agent sat, his junk disappearing underwater, and Zeke stuffed his cock into the guy’s gaping mouth-hole. The agent put his hands on Zeke’s butt to stabilize himself, essentially forcing Zeke’s cock into his mouth. Zeke started to fuck his face and placed one knee on each of the guy’s testicles. They popped around against the stone rim-seat and the man’s face was just above water and totally let Zeke ram his pole like he was fucking an ass; hard and fast. The agent’s eggs bent and warped from the pressure. They were sure to crack. Zeke’s hard knees flattened the baby makers and the man’s expert frottage was getting Zeke close to cumming. Zeke wanted to bust his own nuts down the man’s gullet while he died in abject pain. Faster and faster the man sucked and his swollen nuts were getting crushed. Like cracking two walnuts the man’s balls crushed into gel in one moment. A sexy underwater “CRUNCH” Zeke’s cum burst out like a cannon, and the writhing man had no choice but two swallow it. And swallow it and swallow it. Zeke was a prolific cummer. The man began to suffocate as his mouth and nose filled with cum. Zeke cruelly continued to crush the guy’s babymakers until the agent slipped down underwater and shuddered. The man’s own penis had released semen, and it come to float on the surface of the water. Zeke hopped off the man’s ghoolies and reached down to crush the mush with his hands. The man continued to shudder until he went still. He was dead, and he’d sacrificed his manhood to Zeke. Willing and with reverence. As it should be. Men’s genitals were cheap and so were their lives.

Zeke called over an agent.

“Take the two living ones and cut off their cock’s and the remains of their balls and cook them. I’m hungry. This one,” pointing to the dead agent, “had an accident. He didn’t seem to make it. I expect the rest of you to do better.”

“SIR, YES SIR!” said the agent. Bodies were hauled away and an agent came to dry Zeke off and dress him.

“Do you need anything else?” asked the solicitous agent.

“Yes. Have a naked agent serve me my dinner and I want him to blow me while I eat.”

“Yes sir!”

Zeke went into the bedroom and sat down, waiting for service.

After a while, a tall blond naked agent came in with a plate and fork, the air sizzling with the smell of grilled ball bags and penises. The tall man knelt and sucked in Zeke’s pole. He began to smoke that pole. Slowly. The agent knew Zeke had already cum many times in the last 24 hours and might need a more slow-paced sucking.

Zeke chowed down on the man meat which was covered in olive oil and salt and pepper. The sucking guy seemed totally unconcerned that the guy he was blowing was eating the cock and balls his brother agents. Was he next? Probably.

Zeke finished off the reproductive treat but wasn’t full. He pulled off the man’s head off his pole.

“I want desert. Are you willing to chop off your own cock and feed it to me?”

“Absolutely. Shall I finish you sucking you off as you eat?”

“Exactly. Go heat up a cleaver on the stove. Bring the chopping board in here. I want to look you in the eyes as you cut off your cock for me.”

“I’ll be right back, sir!”

Zeke set the plate down and burped. His burped tasted like cooked sperm. It was delicious. He set to stroking himself slowly, he wanted to cum in the tall blond guy’s mouth as he ate his cock.

After ten minutes the agent returned with a glowing red cleaver and a cutting block. He set the block right down in front of Zeke. His naked cock was purple from excitement and seemed ready to burst without even being touched.

“I’m ready to go, sir! Tell me what you want.”

“Chop off your cock and then take it and feed it to me, headfirst. Then suck me off until I come. Then I’m going to bite off your nuts and eat them raw as a digestif. You will probably bleed to death. Are you willing to die for my pleasure?”

“Yes sir! Absolutely!”

“Good. First put your cock on the board.”

The guy had a huge, circumcised dick. It had a beautiful bulbous head and Zeke stroked the top of it. The agent picked up the cleaver and looked Zeke in the eyes. He raised it up and WHACK it came down, severing the wang from the man and cauterizing the base. More sizzling meat smell. The man’s eyes never left Zeke’s but he could see the pain in them, the submission, the inevitability of all the agents as they followed Zeke’s commands like obedient sheep. Obedient, supple, sexy, muscular sheep.

Zeke leaned back and opened his mouth. The man, still looking into Zeke’s eyes took up his severed member and walked over. He fed it, head first, into Zeke’s mouth, and Zeke began to chew and eat the head. The man pushed the shaft in. Inch by inch Zeke at the organ. When it was gone and digested, the sweating agent fell to his knees and began to blow Zeke. Zeke fucked his face like the earlier guy, and it was about ten minutes before he came. Again, his copious cum filled the man’s mouth and nose and he choked and gagged. Finally, Zeke was done. But he wasn’t done. He wanted the man’s raw oysters in his mouth. Raw as in naked.

“Now, get up. Take the knife. Slit open your sack and let your raw nuts hang out. I’m going to lay on the edge of the bed and you will drop them into my mouth so I can eat them. This will hurt. A lot. Don’t faint on me. While I eat them, I want to you to encourage me. Tell me how much you want me to make them part of me. To swallow your baby making ability. To ingest and digest your most treasured possessions.”

“YES SIR, you can count on me.” The man sounded exhausted. From pain and exertion. And his lips were sticky with Zeke’s cum.

Zeke lay down on the bed and scootched to the edge. He watched as the agent cut open his scrotum, and he squeezed his sack until his two naked testicles popped out. They were white and huge and sexy and vulnerable. The agent staggered as he walked, his dangling balls swinging around and he walked over to the bed. Carefully he lifted his helpless balls over Zeke’s mouth and dropped them in, knowing how much it was going to hurt to be eaten while they still hung from him.

Zeke began to chew. The man began to moan and twitch.

“Eat my balls, sir. Chew them. Nnnnnngg. Fuck. Eat them sir. Crush them! Make me part of you! I don’t want my balls anymore! Take them! I’ll live on as part of you! AaaaHHHH. OH GOD. My balls. Chew them harder, Harder, HARDER!!!!!!!!!!!

His encouragement devolved into a high pitched squeal as Zeke chewed his testicles into fragments and swallowed them. They were delicious. Full of that wonderful tan sperm-paste. Zeke’s dick, which was hard again, even after all the sex today, and he stroked himself. His final spurt of cum of the day boiled out of his balls when the agent collapsed and indeed seemed to have died of shock. Zeke gazed at his body sympathetically. Well, life was fleeting.

Another agent came along.

“Take him away. He didn’t last any time at all. Send someone my height and weight to cuddle with me as I sleep. Don’t fix me breakfast until I’m up. I’m a late sleeper.”

“Of course, sir.”

After a short while the small Asian agent came in. He undressed and slipped into bed with Zeke. They snuggled and Zeke fingered and squeezed his hard little nuts. They’d go next, he thought. Zeke liked the challenge of popping tough balls.

Zeke fell asleep.

Zeke woke up randy and thirsty. He was spooning the small Asian agent. He snaked his hand between the man’s legs and began to squeeze his testicles to wake him up with pain. The man moaned. His balls were so fucking hard and small. There was no way to pop them with the hands. They’ll have to be softened up. By now the agent was wide awake, but he let Zeke manhandle his manhood.

“I’m thirsty, cum in my mouth.”

The Asian got on his knees. Already hard from “morning wood” and jerked off until he could cum into Zeke’s mouth. It was strangely salty, probably from the Asian eating a lot of soy sauce.

Thirst satiated, Zeke firmly told the Asian to “get on his back and prepare to be fucked.” Dutifully the agent spread his hole for Zeke, and with some saliva as lube Zeke began to pound the man. Zeke always loved anal in the morning. Well, noon anyway. As he slid his pole into and out of the man’s hole, he noticed two agents situated just outside the door, waiting for him to finish. Perfect!

As he rammed the Asian’s intestines, Zeke thought to himself that the guy was a great bottom. Wouldn’t it be fun to see him get plowed by all the guys in the detail, and THEN get busted? In mid thrust Zeke shouted to his attendants, “Gather all the guys here and tell them to get hard, we’re gonna rape Asian’s hole till he bleeds!”

“Yes sir” came the chorus from the two agents standing at attention. They walked off leaving Zeke to pound Asian’s tight hole until the tensing, the shuddering, and the heady cumming of one man into another. Mmmm. Delicious.

He pulled out and let himself go flaccid.

“Ready to be fucked 28 times? Imagine how much jizz is going to wind up in your guts. Stay there.” Zeke walked out and motioned to the 28 remaining agents to step closer.

“Form a line. Get your dicks out. Each of you is going to fuck Asian here raw until you each cum in him. Even if it takes all morning. Well, afternoon.” The agents were in their suits with just their hardening cocks sticking out. “And squeeze his little balls while you’re at it. See if we can’t soften them up a bit.”

“Uh, boss, his name is Hayate.”

“SHUT UP!” Zeke walked over the tough brunette and snapped his knee into his balls.

The agent “OOPHED” and bent over a bit.

“Sorry, sir,” he coughed.

“Just for that I’m going to squeeze your nuts when it’s your turn.”

“Yes sir. Thank you, sir.”

For an hour it was like a merry-go-round. Hayate was screwed in every position imaginable. His hole was bright red and raw looking by the end. His micro testicles had tripled in size to be a nearly normal size. He couldn’t stop moaning and drooling. The cum-dump just twitched and lay there, taking it all. Every agent had enjoyed his ride, and then went back to their tasks.

Zeke decided a bath and breakfast were in order. He appropriated an agent to wash him, and the two naked men cleaned each other but also made out and had some oral sex. Naturally Zeke was the one being serviced. As he was being dried off, Zeke mused that this was perhaps what it was like to be a pharaoh. A god-king with a harem of hot men who catered to his every need and whim. Lives and balls at his beck and call. The sense of power it instilled in him was heady.

Breakfast was a healthy affair. Oatmeal, yogurt, fruit and some hot chocolate. Quite civilized, thought Zeke. He’d heard that Americans ate pork and fatty eggs which gave him shudders. Dressed in a track suit, he plopped himself down on a couch in the “living room” part of the suite and turned on the television. He watched various shows until early evening. He was hungry, but cum hungry. He wanted jizz. Bad. He looked around and spotted an agent in the kitchen.

“Get your American ass over here,” he shouted.

“Coming sir,” was the reply.

Soon the sharply dressed agent was standing in front of him. “Get undressed. I want some cum in my belly.” In a few minutes a rapidly growing erection was right in front of his face and Zeke sucked in the rigid organ and began to lube it up and suck the agent off. His cock was fairly thick and short, and it wasn’t difficult to suck. The guy had a nice body, narrow hips, broad shoulders and smooth, smooth skin. For his own enjoyment Zeke started to punch his ballbag while he sucked the agent off. It was a staccato rhythm. SMACK suck SMACK suck SMACK. Gurgling and slurping noises were made and in a while the agent’s scrotum seized up and the guy started saying “oh, Oh, OH!” as he came, blood hot cum spurting and coating Zeke’s throat. The man pumped his load into Zeke’s face. He came and came and came. Finally, it slowed to a dribble and Zeke let the floppy organ drop. He licked his lips. A bit bitter, but it would do.

“Clean yourself up. Send five agents in here, all naked and hard.”

“Yes sir.” The man without any shame exited the room completely naked to round up the required agents. Zeke waited about six minutes before in trooped the men. As requested they were naked and all were sporting erections. They lined up in front of the couch, and looked ready to do whatever Zeke wanted.

“Ok guys. I want one of you for each of my feet to plant in your crotch. I want one of you each for my hands so I can grate your balls together. And I want one of you blowing me. Choose your positions, gentlemen.” Zeke spread his legs to give them full access. Two guys got down on their butts and pressed Zeke’s toes into their balls. Two more came and kneeled on either side of him on the couch so he could man-handle their eggs. And one guy, a tall black-haired guy kneeled between his legs and sucked in Zeke’s growing erection.

As he crushed nuts between his fingers, and pressed them under his feet Zeke mused that no one in the world had as much pleasure at his command than he had at this moment. It was a bit of a challenge to enjoy it all at once, though. Doing multiple things at once was hard, but well worth the effort. With his feet he pressed balls with his heels, hoping to cause pain and damage. With his fingers he pressed deeply into nut-flesh hoping to do the same. And the guy sucking him off was excellent at it.

What really made Zeke horny was the notion that he could do anything with all these guys. Anything. He was in the position of a god, giving and taking life, joy, balls and cocks at whim. As he was enjoying the five men’s genitals a sixth agent walked in, naked.

Zeke didn’t say anything. The guy went to the back of the sofa and gently pulled back Zeke’s head. Then he climbed onto the sofa, over the back and straddled Zeke’s head. Zeke knew what he was going to do and opened his mouth. The agent dropped his ball-sack into Zeke’s mouth so that the fugitive was completely saturated with testicles.

For about ten minutes Zeke sucked, kneaded, grated, squashed and chewed on these men’s most precious body parts. He came twice, each time bucking his sperm down the guy’s throat. All six of them had sex-sheen on their bodies, and even after cumming twice, Zeke was keen to have more fun. He pulled a ball-bag out of his mouth and spoke.

“I want to stand on someone’s balls and crush the paste out of them. Any volunteers?”

“I’m game,” said the guy blowing him.

“Sure,” said the guy under his right foot.

“Count me in,” said the guy whose balls were being squished by Zeke’s left hand.

“Is there a coffee table in this fucking place?” answered Zeke.

“There’s one in the other living room.”

“Great. Troop over there troopers,” Zeke disengaged from his victims and stood up. Following the three agents, his own dick waggling ahead of him. They walked through several connecting rooms till they got to second living room. Several agents were sitting, watching TV.

“Hit the road fellas, I want to castrate these guys in private.”

“Yes sir!” they all said, and cleared out.

“OK. You three, kneel in front of the table, place your marbles on it and tell me how much you want to lose your manhood.” Zeke climbed on top and started to stroke himself.

“Boss, your foot on my nuts is the most awesome thing that will ever happen to me,” commented the average height blond, a grin on his face.

“You better do mine first or I’ll be disappointed,” commented the olive skinned Italian guy muttered.

The black guy bellowed, “Crush my hush puppies Mr. Package. I’ve already got kids, so why not?”

“OK. You’re first nigger.” The problem with his big balls is that he had no scrotum. His nuts were huge, but pulled up to the base of his massive prong. Zeke had to push his naked heel right up to the black guy’s bollocks and step down on them.

“OH GOD, OH GOD, OH FUCK!” The big fat testicles were flattening under Zeke’s merciless sex-guided foot. Zeke was pumping his tool in time with the man’s moans. It was incredibly erotic. This huge black man, who could probably snap Zeke in two with brute strength was willingly letting his most precious possessions be turned into mush by this oversexed middle-easterner. It was only a few minutes of pressure before the two huge gonad’s POPPED and smooshed out to either side of the huge erection which itself erupted bloody cum all over Zeke’s naked feet. The other two agents looked turned on by the whole scene and were awaiting their turn. Zeke’s own member gave a few squirts but never deflated. On to the next guy. This was an Italian guy with a hairy body and big assets.

Zeke first played with the guy’s bollocks with his toes. He loved to roll them around and watch them pop and squish between his smooth toes. This guy’s nads were long and oval instead of round and fat. They slid around on the table for a while until Zeke was ready to nut the guy. With both feet, one for the left nut and one for the right, Zeke lifted himself onto the balls of his feet, onto the guy’s balls.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” scream the hunky Sicilian as his testicles burst with a loud SPLAT. “OH GOD, OH GOD! MY BALLS.” The guy leaned over to puke his guts out while Zeke squeezed out some more cum ribbons. The last guy had a sloppy grin on his face, and asked Zeke to kiss him before doing the deed. “Why not?” answered Zeke. He sat down on the table, legs on either side of the blond kneeling in front of him and made out with the guy for a while – sucking his tongue, licking the guy’s lips and probing the mans pie-hole. After they’d macked for a while, Zeke whispered into the guy’s right ear, “You ready to give up your manhood? Right here, right now?”

“Fuck yeah,” said the blond with heavy, excited breath.

Zeke fondled the guy’s bloated blond balls. “These are going to be mush in just a few minutes. How much do you think it will hurt when they pop?”

“Alot, I hope. I only want to make you happy,” replied the horny agent. “Would it make you happy to see me in agony?”

“Fuck yeah, man. I want to hear your screams a mile away. And after I crush them, I’m gonna liquidize them between my fingers. You’re going to have sperm mush in your balls sack. No discernable balls at all.”

The man groaned and his turgid cock throbbed all the harder at the thought of the demise of his ghoolies.

“Tell me how much you want me to crush your nuts.” More kissing and tongue sucking.

“Pop my balls. Make them yours. URGH.” Said the man, so excited about losing his manhood that he was spurting little jets of jizz.

“I’m gonna eat your cock and balls after I geld you. How do you feel about that?”

Heavy breathing. “Make me a part of you. It’s so fucking sexy to think you’ll be eating my manhood.”

“Good. I’m going to stand up and castrate you now. Hold still.” Zeke stood up and placed his feet on the man’s testicles. With one hand he stroked his own cock and with the other he squeezed his own nuts. He raised himself on his heels, then lowered himself, then raised then lowered. Each time he went lower and lower. His 160lbs weight made the man’s nuts start to go flat while the man himself, whose eye’s were closed and who was pumping his own woody, started to whine like a dog being kicked in the nuts. It began to turn into a full-on wail as his testicles was squeezed flat between Zeke’s feet and the wooden coffee table. Louder and louder the handsome blond wailed until his voice sounded like a little girl being murdered and there was a huge POP sound and both his nuts were busted in their sack. Zeke’s heels met the hard wood surface and the spongy ball meat had turned to goo. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH Jism made his feet sticky and his own cum was all over the table and the floor. He repeatedly mashed the man’s mushy testicular remains and after pumping himself to completion he reached down and ground the ball-pulp with his hands and fingers, just as he promised to do. The groggy man just kept twitching with every squeeze but made no move to stop Zeke from his sexy, but cruel, work.

Finally, that round of busting and bursting was over. Zeke called an agent to come hall these three guys away and turn their cock and balls into dinner. Which turned out to be chicken soup with dumplings, squashed testicles and chopped penises. In his first bowl of it were two dick-heads which he popped into his mouth and chewed with satisfaction. The nut-pulp gave the soup a bacon-like flavor which was not at all unpleasant.

Then it was off to a bath with two naked agents to clean him, and then to bed with Asian whom Zeke had a final fuck before closing his eyes and falling into a lovely sleep.

The next morning Zeke decided it was time to end his cozy relationship with Asian. This time it was the remaining 24 agents who plowed the diminutive man and squeeze his acorns.

The chosen method of execution was kicking the fucking shit out of the agent’s nuts. Just slam after juicy slam of toe-pummeling action. And all the guys had a go of them, so it was a group effort. There was a moment when you could tell that at least one testicle had ruptured because Asian let out a wail of anguish, despite his otherwise stoic demeanor. And then after lots more kicks he just twitched continuously and collapsed, a moaning heap on the floor. They had broken him, which made Zeke very happy indeed. But this meant he needed a new “bride”. Calling over an agent, he asked if there was anyone in this sorry lot who could pull some strings? The guy Zeke really wanted was the hot soldier he’d seen when they arrived, but of course the Secret Service was not the same as the US Army.

“I’ll see what I can do, sir,” was the reply and it was over an hour later that an agent informed Zeke that “something would be done about it.” After a further two hours of Zeke watching TV in the living room in walked the Army hottie flanked by two agents.

“I’ll take it from here, boys,” said Zeke eagerly, smiling slightly. Seducing straight guys was a specialty of his.

“So nice to meet you. What’s your name?” said Zeke, extending his hand.

“Uh. Chet.” The beautiful man-boy was apparently a bit shy.

“Do you like beer?”

“Sure.”

“OK.” Zeke cracked open two cans of Coors Light and slipped a transparent tube of clear liquid out of his pocket and poured its content into the soldier’s can. Nothing like drugs to make a man hard, horny and compliant. He had a week’s supply of the stuff so as long as he could keep spiking his drinks, the man would be his willing slave for the rest of his stay.

“Can you chug an entire can in one go?” asked Zeke

“Dunno, never tried,” the soldier shy admitted.

“Here, we’ll both drink. Ready, set GO!”

Glug, glug, glug. The chemicals in the soldier’s drink would activate pretty quickly, but there was no sense in wasting valuable time. Zeke was horny himself, and wanted full access to this Adonis. The guy had reddish-blond hair, gorgeous emerald green eyes, a diamond shaped face and the body of a god.

“Here, have a seat,” Zeke gestured to the couch between them.

“Thanks,” was the reply.

“Tell me about yourself.”

“Oh, well, uhm, been in the army for about two years. Figured I’d be assigned to the middle-east, but instead got sent to this place. I’ve seen a lot of important people come and go. Senators, eye witnesses to crimes, even the president once. It’s not exciting, but it pays good.”

“Cool. How do you get along with the other guys?”

“Oh fine. We hang out, talk about girls, watch porn, that sort of thing.”

“Do you and the other guys shower together?”

“Of course. Most of us walk around naked all the time. It’s cool.”

“Do you jack off a lot?”

“Well, I usually rub one out in bed each night, but sometimes we’ll all gather around the once computer we have and jerk it together. I’m usually the first to cum. But it lets me get a few nuts out in one session, so it’s all right.”

“How are you feeling right now?”

“Kinda warm and flush. And my dick is hard. And my nuts itch.”

“I can help. Here, let’s get you undressed.” Zeke was only wearing socks and sweat-pants, but the soldier was in full kit. Zeke bent down to unlace the soldier’s boots, then take them off. Then he unbuttoned the camouflage shirt and helped the guy out of it. The man’s smooth, tan chest was revealed.

“You must work out a lot. You have a killer physique.”

“Yeah, not much to do on our days off except pump iron.”

“Have you ever gone down on a guy? Or had a guy go down on you?”

Chet looked a little dazed and his eyes were dilated. There was a fat lump in his pants and his words were a little slurred.

“When I was a teenager this other kid gave me some head once. I think he later came out as gay.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Sure, sex is always great. I don’t really care how I get it, just that I get it.”

“How about I do something about that woody you have. I’d love to see it. May I?”

“Sure,” said the guy compliantly. He unbuckled his pants, undid the button and slid them down. Naturally he was going commando, and his fat boner popped free. It was about eight inches long, fat as the beer can he just downed, and he had a tight scrotum with two fat nuts inside. Zeke liked long, loose scrotums, but, meh, you can’t get everything you want. Zeke sucked in Chet’s dick and began to blow the soldier. Zeke wanted to see how quickly (and how often) the soldier could cum. So, he sucked hard and fast. Zeke’s jaw was a little tight with such a fat dick going in and out of it over and over, but it was manageable. Zeke used one hand to lightly massage the soldier’s big, tight gonads and used the other as an extension of his mouth. Soon Chet’s body tensed up and he bucked his hips a bit and then a full-on explosion of sperm flooded Zeke’s mouth, throat, and stomach. Zeke felt that American cum tasted different than the sperm of the men in his own country. Maybe it was spices in the food. American cum was rich and creamy, his native cum was spicey and thin. Almost watery. American men’s semen had more body. Delicious.

Chet’s erection never diminished and Zeke just kept on sucking. Six minutes later another sperm explosion, and then three more, yes three more ejaculations over the course of the next fifteen minutes, and his erection still didn’t stop. This boy definitely had the stamina to keep up with his new “husband” Zeke.

Finally coming up for air Zeke snuggled up to Chet.

“Have you ever been fucked?”

“No, sir.”

“Are you ready to try it for the first time?”

“Sure, man you give great head.” Chet was still aroused but breathing heavily.

Zeke called for an attending agent to show Chet how to clean out his guts so that Zeke could spurt into a clean hole. The whole process took about ten minutes. Chet came back clean inside and out. Zeke was naked and had a lubed up cock. He had Chet on his knees on the couch, facing the back of the couch, and Zeke started to fuck him from behind. Chet’s virgin hole was tight as fuck, and Zeke loved the idea of taking Chet’s cherry. Like everything he did, Zeke always pushed his masculinity ahead of every other man’s. He was the ultimate top, but just happened to be gay. Zeke dumped three massive loads up Chet’s shoot before feeling like he could have dinner. After a bath of course. Food came and went, Chet and Zeke went to bed, and Zeke fucked Chet for an additional half-hour before going to sleep.

Chet and Zeke woke up and Zeke fixed Chet some coffee which was once again spiked. The next two days were fuck fests, ball crushing bashes, and cock eating. Zeke had whittled the head count down to 15 agents plus Chet. He kept Chet drunk, drugged and sexually exhausted. When it finally came to the end of Zeke’s stay, the Tuesday of that week Zeke wanted to castrate Chet so that no other man could ever have him. He gave Chet a double dose of drugs, and then fucked the soldier who was on his back, and Chet used his incredibly strong fingers to squeeze Chet’ balls into mush. Then Zeke took a knife and sliced off Chet’s junk and had it fried in butter. Chet’s body was hauled away and Zeke savored his boy’s balls in memory of the boy’s hot sex and randyness.

On Wednesday, a week after he arrived, the remaining agents gave Zeke a huge sex and ballbusting party. He crushed pair after pair of low swingers until only seven agents remained intact. All the castrated agents had their cocks dipped in gold, which added to Zeke’s collection. Zeke was flown back to Washington DC and then was taken on to New York to the UN Building and that’s how Zeke went from fugitive and turn-coat to a citizen of the United States where he stayed in New York and opened up a sex-toy shop, the heart of which was his golden cock collection. And he always remembered his amazing time as a guest of the Men In Black, the Secret Service Agents.

 

 


10 comments:

  1. Wow Nicholas, great, fun to read and nice ;-)
    MIB provide great sexual fantasy come true...all hot guys willing to give him their big crown jewels, wow I would like to be fugitive and to popped pair of large balls in my barehands Grrrr....
    Thank you for share great story ;-)
    BBcrusher,

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    1. I thought of you during writing, mr crusher, and that's why I added so many hand busting. I know you like to squeeze the life outta nuts with your bare fingers.

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  2. This article is incredible, I have never seen such a fantasy anywhere and it makes me very excited.
    I have also written many, many M/M or MF/M BB fantasies, but I have never come out publicly because there is no full story, I just write some process. But a lot of the process in this article is similar to my fantasy, and the story is complete.
    I have a fantasy of an Alpha man locking countless Beta men in a giant basement, having them stand in line and spread their legs, and then the Alpha man using his most violent method, unlimited beatings, kicking the balls of the Beta men one by one, using the balls of his feet as much as possible for efficiency. And it's all about his sex. When he was tired, he would take a break and let several Beta men lick his feet, anus, underarms and, most of all, glans.
    I've been thinking about the relationship between humiliation and excitement, like when the alpha man plays with his feet and the beta man's testicles, and the rule is that both men must maintain an erection and ejaculate, which is a moment of proving manliness, and a woman is the judge.

    Hahaha, I think an alpha man can masturbate while kicking a beta man's ball or stand on a Beta man's ball and masturbate with semen shooting everywhere, his smell and hormones everywhere. Or the Alpha man stands on the faces of two Beta men and masturbates and jumps on their faces. There's nothing more exciting than an alpha man ejaculating at the same time that a Beta man's testicles disappear, or that a Beta man can no longer produce semen, but will henceforth swallow the alpha man's semen every day,
    Anyway, I think, in the fantasy world, the concept of creating life while destroying human life is also fascinating, so I also fantasize about a couple destroying the beta man's body while making love, or a woman masturbating an alpha man. When the alpha man's feet are standing on the Beta man's testicles, the woman watches closely and encourages the alpha to stomple more brutally through her hands. Or the rotation of the soles of the feet, at this moment it is the woman who actually castrates the beta man.

    Just sharing some of my thoughts, because your novel inspired mine, and I love it, no doubt about it.

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  3. I wrote this clip in Chinese, just using Google Translate:
    ["Rick, you're asking me to do something that only real men do. You'll understand how I feel. You're the man who failed, and I'm the man who's good enough for Delise, a man's man."
    Frank was right. It was a man against man, because Delise, Frank and Rick all had to play hard. A successful man wants to do what a successful man does, and a failed man must also have the appearance of a failed man. Both sides stand up for their reputations to the last.
    'Drink! Frank let out a roar, followed by an "Ah!" from Rick. Rick remained in a standing position, not moving. His legs were shaking, but it seemed more like a mockery.
    "Come on Frank! Delise cheered for Frank. She wouldn't cheer for a man who adored her.
    "Pa pa pa …………" Frank picked up the pace, relishing the submission of his former rival, and kicked his testicles wildly, as if playing football again. Yes, that's the fate of a loser. Frank's gonna kick Rick in the testicles. Rick's choice will all become his pain, will also become Frank's pleasure. Rick will never understand, because he will never have Delise, and his testicles will never beat Frank's feet for a man's body! Although he always had hope, his pain only made Frank's penis comfortable.
    "Honey, you look so good kicking Rick's testicles!"
    "Hey, hey, yeah?"
    "Like an angel spreading his wings!"
    "Because Rick is the devil!"
    "Also, your foot sounded so good when it hit Rick's testicles!"
    "After all, my feet are Musical Instruments! Like this..." Frank joked that he felt comfortable kicking his rival in the genitals. Especially the feeling of the ball of the foot hitting two testicles, very soft and elastic, Frank knew, there is Rick's soul.
    "Uh-oh... Oh... Uh-oh... Oh... Ahh ahh......." That's all Rick could keep making.
    "This dance is not very intense, dear, something heavy, let's make the kicking sound intense!"
    'All right! Suddenly Frank stepped forward and put his hands on Rick's shoulders. "Listen to this, Dolly. It's my creation. And at close range, with a sharp lift to his knees, Frank slammed his legs into Rick's in quick succession. "Pa pa pa pa pa............" Frank's knees, using Rick's testicles, beat out a fierce rhythm: "Listen, Dolly!"

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  4. "Happy, Rick? You'll be happy to have your testicles slapped by me, who makes love to her every day."
    "Yes... Yes..."
    "I am also blessed to have a man stand in front of me, open his legs for me to expose his whole genitalia, and then willingly let me kick my testicles!"
    "......"
    "I won't stop until both of your balls of flesh are broken. After all, I'm a real man with plenty of energy. Of course, I won't stop when there's nothing left in your scrotum!"
    "It was a great fight! Every one of us got a treat, and after my knee did this to your testicles, your penis finally got hard. There's no shame in kicking your testicles. My penis is already hard!"
    "This is really interesting. You're both getting hard. But who is tougher, Frank, Rick, this is you guys in front of the girls, sex duel oh!!" Delise watched Frank abuse Rick, Rick's testicles every time was attacked, she would magically feel a sexual stimulation between the legs, she felt that her desire as a woman has been completely lit, her life can swallow all the desire of these two men, they all dry to the essence.
    "Rick, you're so nervous. The secret is to relax. Try closing your eyes and just feeling with your body, then harden up and show me your guts.
    Frank was enjoying all the sexual pleasures, and there was a lot of fluid coming out of his glans, but it went straight into Rick's miserable legs.
    "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, drink!" Frank unleashes his most primal violence with unrestrained abandon. His every kick is undoubtedly full force, the force of sexual desire to erupt from the body.
    "Rest assured Rick, I may have kicked both of your testicles to pieces, but in order to put you out of man's misery, I will continue to play the game of stomping on your testicles. Your testicles will be confirmed destroyed under my feet, ensuring that they will never be restored. I'm going to crush your whole penis, Rick, and you're going to enjoy it!" At the thought of his feet on Rick's testicles, feeling his testicles on the balls of his feet, Frank was so excited that his penis thickened again: "When I tiptoe on your testicles and jump into a whirling Waltz, look at my penis with your eyes wide open and try to suck my glans. I'm counting on your tongue!"
    After hearing this, Rick looked in horror at Frank's genitals. His huge penis seemed to swallow up his whole life. It could not be bigger.
    When Frank felt he was going to shoot, he stopped his knee.
    "Run your hand over my penis, Rick. I don't think I broke your brain!" Franke continued.
    Rick nodded his head "um" and began to work hard on Frank with both hands.
    Frank felt the movement to his heart's content. Enjoy it.
    "Tell me who is the real man in this world!" Frank closed his eyes.
    "It's you, Frank, you're a real man!" "Rick replied.
    That's right, that's right, and Frank, with all his strength, shoved his knee into Rick's legs and made a loud bang.
    "Is there anyone who is a real man besides me?" Franke continued.
    "No, Franke, all but you are not men!" "Rick replied.
    Once again, Frank pushed all his strength from his knees into Rick's legs. There was a loud thud.
    "So what am I supposed to do with someone like you who is not a man but has a man's genitalia?" "Asked Frank.

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  5. "You should kick our testicles!"
    With all his strength, Frank pushed his knee into Rick's leg with a loud bang.
    "Who's crushing your testicles! Say his name!"
    "Frank, it was Frank prodding my testicles. Thank you Frank for knee crushing my testicles!!"
    "That's right, your testicles, I can kick them all I want. I'm going to kick in the testicles of countless slaves just like you, and I'm going to shove my semen in your mouths! You'll all end up as slaves who worship my ass like crazy!"

    "This is the greatest privilege of our lives!
    The castration ceremony, the game between Frank and Rick, goes on, and the room is filled with the smell of semen, the smell emanating from Frank's penis.
    Eventually, Delise stepped in and joined in the fight. Rick's skills were so bad that his limp hands made it impossible for Frank to shoot.
    "That's not the way to masturbate. I'm disappointed, Rick. Oh, go put your arms around Frankie's butt. Run your hands over him. You can feel the power of his butt. Feel the shape of a real man's butt. Then, open your eyes and see what a man's penis is!"
    Delise wants to let Frank enjoy the fight as much as possible, she gets rid of Rick's hand and holds Frank's angry penis herself. Women's hands are different, full of tenderness and love, women's hormones seem to inject magic, Frank's penis immediately responds, it seems that Frank's penis is more interested in Delise's caresses, so, Delise's hand moved over it, and soon she heard the sound of water coming from it.
    Rick, on the other hand, followed Delise's instructions. He grabbed Frank's buttocks, touched him, and felt his strength as much as he could.
    "Honey, hey, hey, let me give you some gas!"
    Delise leaned her head close to Frank's mouth as her hand began to tug violently around his penis, and Frank reciprocated with a deep, strong kiss on the mouth.
    Frank felt himself in the clouds, lifting his legs as if he were running and sprinting.
    "Come on, come on, heh heh that's it, enjoy the feeling of my hand, Frank, and then you shove Rick in the balls!"
    Soon, Frank's penis was filled with the sound of sizzling water.
    "Uh ah.... Drink it...... Are you cool, Rick........." Frank pushed his legs hard, and every time his knees collided with Rick's genitals, Frank gave vent to his man's most primitive sexual violence, while his penis stimulated him to produce a continuous flow of leg strength. Every time he pushed his knees like Rick's legs, Frank would give a happy groan.
    The four voices, strangely, overlap. The continuous rhythm of the flesh thump of the knee against the testicles coincided with the sound of Delise's gloves on Frank's penis. Frank's joyful groans, and Rick's wailing, also overlap. The smell of blood and sex permeated the room, echoing through Delise's pleasing quartet.
    "Well, Rick must be very happy to have legs like that in the balls, right?" Delise masturbates with one hand and then caresses her breast with the other, which further irritates Frank.

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  6. "My leg has been masturbating Rick, too, and look how hard his penis is already!"
    "Really, you masturbate Rick with your legs and I masturbate you with my hands, huh? Who's better?" Delise's fingers continued to irritate Frank's glans.
    "Of course it's me. I'll shove all Rick's semen out!"
    "Then I'm going to masturbate all your semen!"
    "Oh, come on, let's see if it's your hands or my legs!"
    "Come on, I want to see if your legs are faster or my hands are faster, and you have more semen or Rick has more semen!"
    Rick, because of the bet between Delise and Frank, open legs indirectly down to experience the brutal as hell of the attack.
    "Feel it in your heart, Rick, feel my legs! Can you shoot it under my leg. Every knee lift is my love, a real man's love, for Delise!" Frank clearly felt Rick's testicles crack, but his strength only increased.
    "I adore your love, Frank!
    "You don't deserve to worship my love, you only deserve to worship my body, look at my penis, Rick, can you make me shoot, no, you can only make me erect, but you can't make me shoot, because I only shoot for Delise!!"
    "I adore your penis, Frank!
    "Yeah, real men need women, and women need real men, and you, Rick, all you need is my penis, and you worship my penis, and that's the real you!"
    That's what Delise wanted to see, to let Frank release his power for a while, so that when they sat on Rick's face and made love, Frank was like a crazy fire that let her fly.
    Frank kicked Rick's genitals in quick succession. The game was a foregone conclusion from the start. Rick had no chance of winning. However, in the eyes of Frank and Delise, Rick must also be enjoying the game, because all three people feel pleasure, the game is more perfect. ]

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  7. OMG! This is one of, if not, the most extreme story you've ever written. Thank god it's M/M themed. It is so intense, especially when he started chewing one of the guy's balls like gum until it turned into mush. All these years you've been busy with life, and we're all waiting for new MM stories to come. This is like a volcano finally exploding after a long time of being dormant. Thank you Nicholas! More stories to come and more balls to burst, bust and pop... or eaten. Sending love

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    1. Wow. Thank you for your review! I know it's extreme, but that was just what was inside me at the time. lol. Perhaps next time I do a m/m story I'll try to make it romantic instead :D Got to keep things balanced!

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  8. Not bad. Generally prefer F/m but this story did offer a lot. I would have liked if it was a but heavier on the consensual snuff and a bit heavier on the testicle torture. Agent that walked in and put his balls in Zeke’s mouth could have begged to be nutted. Maybe have one of the last seven agents offer to deep fry their manhood while still attached.

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