Tyler looked out with a look of near muted-terror at the site before
him. It was a classroom, in a far flung Pressege Building of
Riverside High School just outside Los Angeles. Depending on who you
asked, Pressege was either a dilapidated annex building far removed
from the otherwise palm tree studded Riverside campus, or the center
of the Riverside Gifted Scholars program. Today, however, for
Tyler it was a prison.
Tyler! You made it! the bellowing voice of Mr. Greer announced when
he looked up briefly from a pile of physics midterms and made eye
contact with his student, Come on in!
Tyler didnt even bother to feign a smile as he made his way toward
Mr. Greers desk, all but ignoring the handful of other students
many he didnt recognize huddled behind one of the lab tables. He
did notice that the usually emotionless but otherwise pleasant
demeanor Mr. Greer was in a much better mood than he ever was
lecturing Newtonian physics to the regular kids on the main campus.
Although Mr. Greer was ostensibly concentrating on the papers in
front of him, Tyler, for a moment, thought he eyed Mr. Greer looking
his tight swimmers frame up and down a few times through his
frameless glasses.
Tyler was shorter than the other boys in the junior class, coming in
at five foot six, but he was dense, almost entirely sculpted muscle,
and lean barely tipping the scale at one-hundred fifty pounds. Aside
from his rippled abs and prominent, but not bulging, biceps Tyler
wasnt particularly strikingly good looking; but he always carried
himself with a look at me - yeah, Im hot air of uncocky
confidence that instantly catapulted him to totally hot status.
And while virtually very shirt hugged and showed off his mid section,
there wasnt a pair of jeans at Abercrombie, American Eagle or any
other store in the mall that could mask the mound in his crotch. And
when he wore tighty whiteys you could easily make out the
delineation of each nut through his pants.
Mr. Greer? Tyler asked, confused by the near trance the teacher
was in.
Oh, sorry you caught me day dreaming, Mr. Greer smiled, faint
smile lines around his eyes giving away the fact that the 20-
something looking teacher was actually in his early forties.
Tyler was sure his gaze was directly on his crotch, though only for a
moment.
Welcome to Physics Club!
Physics Club? Tyler parroted back in confusion, Wait, wait. You
told me that if I attended the Math Club for the rest of the term
youd give me the extra credit I need to pass your class so I could
Stay on the swim team. Mr. Greer finished Tylers sentence. Yes, I
did. But ya know what Tyler. I dont think your problem is with the
math. I think its with not understanding how it applies to your real
life.
Mr. Greer stood up and made his way over to the other students who
had stopped chatting amongst themselves. Tyler followed. Oh great,
an afternoon with nerds he thought, nearly allowed.
So, I invited you to Physics Club. Its all math! How else do you
think I could pull off teaching senior physics and junior math at the
same time?
Despite himself, Tyler smiled slightly. He hated being forced to
spend two nights a week after school in the Pressee Nerd Building
for the rest of the year, but he genuinely liked Mr. Greer, even if
his teenage angst rarely allowed him to show it.
Okay, so what do you guys do? Tyler asked, directing the
question more to the gathered nerds than to Mr. Greer.
Well, we um do experiments. The kinda dangerous ones they dont let
you do over there, Chandler, the tallest senior physics student
began, gesturing his strawberry blonde-headed hair in the general
direction of the main campus.
Yeah, chimed in the second boy, Bret; All five of us are headed to
A-U next year, honors physics program. So the school lets us pretty
much treat this club as independent study.
Tyler nodded, gradually letting his cooler-than-though attitude
fade. After all, if he was going to be spending a year with these
five guys, he might as well at the very least not be a prick to them
at least not without reason. Besides, nearby A-U Amajor
University was Tylers school of choice, hopefully on a swimming
scholarship, so it might not be a bad idea to buddy-up with the
golden children.
Its actually pretty cool, you wont have to help us with the
experiments, well just tutor you on the math were using along the
way. Kevin continued a stocky football-player type who was nicely
filling out his athletic shorts and cutoff T-shirt.
The other two boys introduced themselves as Paul an attractive
senior with broad shoulders and steely grey eyes and dark features
and Wesley, who was actually slightly shorter than Tyler but whose
muscular frame could be made out easily even through his conservative
button up shirt and khakis.
These were certainly the most well-rounded, and physically
fit, nerds he had ever met Tyler concluded after a few more minutes
of greeting. Mr. Greer called their attention by clapping his hands
together, Lets begin! Now lat week we were working on two
concepts. Gravity and structural integrity.
The five Physics Club students nodded. Tyler was confused how the two
concepts related.
Now we are going to do the concluding experiment. Tyler, will you
stand up on the lab table please? Mr Greer gestured,
Figuring all the pieces would fall into place, Tyler did as he was
told and stood on the lab table.
Now how much do you think Tyler weights?
The five quickly began spouting out estimates, all of them very
accurate.
Hes solid muscle, look at him. Chandler declared.
Definitely heavier than he looks, Kevin said, licking his lips
though Tyler was sure it was just because they were chapped.
Now jump down. Mr. Greer instructed, and just as quickly as Tyler
was standing on the desk, he jumped down. Now, can someone explain
to me what just happened there?
Although Tyler wasnt sure if an actual question had been asked, the
other boys went straight to work giving nearly incomprehensible
descriptions of the gravitational forces, wind resistance and other
physical phenomenon that accompany someone jumping off a desk. Bret
even went on a tangent about the deformation the bottom of Tylers
shoes had gone through when they hit the ground.
This went on for several minutes, the boys clearly relishing in
exploring the hidden complexities of everyday things, for some time
before Mr. Greer called their attention again with a clap.
Now, Tyler get back on the desk, but this time lets walk him
through all those concepts you were all just talking about. One by
one.
No sooner had Tyler got back on the desk, then several bizarre things
happened at once. Chandler climbed on the desk behind Tyler and,
before he knew what was happening, had secured his hands behind his
back with a zip cord in a maneuver straight from a TV cop show.
Meanwhile, Kevin had grabbed Tylers right ankle and Bret his left.
Then, with a nod, they pulled at the same time so that Tylers legs
were torn open, leaving him particularly vulnerable.
Tyler wasnt entirely sure what to think. Was this some kind of
prank? Although we was being restrained, he didnt feel endangered,
just awkward especially when Wesley who was now standing at face
level with his crotch stated Wow! Its huge, obviously talking
about the bulge in Tylers pants.
Um, Mr. Greer....
So, whats happening here? Mr. Greer asked the boys, ignoring Tyler
who was starting to fight. The nerds however were holding him
firmly in place.
Well, the biochemical properties of the sensation known as pain are,
despite our science, still poorly understood, Paul began matter of
factly while he eyed Tylers bulge.
Just for example Paul had no sooner finished the statement than
his fist sailed into Tylers unprotected nut. The right ball was hit
dead-on slamming it into his pelvis. Tyler attempted to close his
legs but Kevin and Brets grip on his legs was ironclad.
Notice how quickly the pain response occurs. Mr. Greer lectured, a
visible mound growing in his pants.
Tyler tried to double over but the much taller and stronger
Chandler was holding him bolt upright from behind. Chandlers dick,
which was getting hard, was being restrained by his shirt as it
rested against his abs, but that didnt stop Tyler from feeling it
press into his back.
My turn, Wesley declared, One wonders if the response would vary
with repetition. Just for example
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Wesleys powerful fists assailed Tylers package, one after another.
Tyler attempted to writhe and close his legs but his captors were
holding him firmly in that position. The beating went on for nearly
a non-stop minute. At the end of it tears ran freely down Tylers
face and he was begging the group to stop. Mr. Greer stood by and
observed casually.
Mr. Greer pulled his cock out of his khakis and began to stroke it
lazily. Paul and Wesley followed suit. Despite the sickening pain
and panic, Tyler was amazed at the size of Paul and Wesleys cocks.
Each was easily 9 inches and incredibly thick.
Very good, Wesley. But dont you think the experiment is being
thrown off by something?
Youre right! The pants!
Wesley grabbed the waist band of Tylers tight jeans and was
literally tearing them off, being none too gentle to the battered
balls underneath, when Paul emerged with a small blow torch from the
supply closet.
Ive always found fire to be an interesting oxidation reaction, he
began as he lit the torch and held it just inches from the tattered,
but still on, jeans.
Now we usually use this for welding rocket parts but
Tyler howled in terror, but that didnt stop Paul from touching the
flame to the mound of testicles and penis just long enough to ignite
Tylers package. At first the pain wasnt immediate. Dulled perhaps
by the sheer incredulity of what was happening. Then it hit. Tyler
screamed loudly and tried desperately to close his legs, but the
three boys holding him proved that they were obviously just as brawny
as they were smart.
Paul, Wesley and Mr. Greer huddled around the flaming package like a
twisted camp fire, each feverishly pumping their engorged dicks.
Right now his epidural layers are experiencing . Extreme
deformation Paul breathed out, more distracted on his cock than his
impromptu lecture. All three were breathing hard and Tyler was sure
they would start shooting at any minute. Meanwhile his trapped nuts
roasted. Through the pain you would literally feel the contents of
his sack boiling, ready to pop. His thoughts were suddenly directed
to a sensation of wetness all over his back. Chandler, whose cock was
pressed against his back as he held him, had explosively came. So
much cum was gushing from the tall nerds cock that it soaked through
his shirt, Tylers shift and could be felt on his back. Other than a
slight shudder, Chandler stood firm in his duties of restraining
Tyler. Meanwhile Kevin and Bret, who were still holding Tyler les
apart were sporting what looked to be enormous erections in their
pants, but they didnt dare tend to them lest Tyler break free.
In his fog of pain, Tyler could make out Mr. Greer as he approached,
holding a physics textbook Tyler knew what was going to happen next
and was in the processes of forming a please dont from his inane
babble when the book sailed through the air with a whoosh. Mr. Greer
was mashing the back of the easily-500 page text book into Tylers
flaming mound. Again and again it struck until the fire was
extinguished.
So, how much damage do you think was done in 90 seconds? he asked
Paul and Wesley.
Tyler was stunned. Horrified. He couldnt believe that the eternity
of pain he had just experienced was not even two minutes.
Please, please he pleaded locking eyes with Wesley who seemed
unaffected.
Shall we continue, Wesley snapped coolly as he peeled off the few
remnants of pants and underwear that was covering Tylers nuts and
cock. The scene was surprisingly not as gruesome as Tyler had
feared. Large blisters and some bleeding were visible across the
surface of each golf ball size nut, which were now hanging low in
their sack. Wesley held one in each hand and squeezed.
Tyler let out a pitiful whimper as the senior boy was literally
crushing his stones.
Notice how the spheres are losing structural integrity he mocked
as he kneaded and squeezed Tylers swelling testicles.
How much pressure could they take before they
Implode!
Collapse!
Pop!
Burst!
The boys shouted out every colorful phrase they could think of to
describe the end of Tylers manhood. Tyler felt the grip on his
left leg give a little, and thought it would be a good time to
escape. But just as soon as the grip was loosened, it became iron
tight. Just as Chandler had done, Bret had explosively came and the
brief shudder had caused him to relax his grip on Tyler. The front
of the hunky nerds trousers were soaked. Tyler thought it looked
more like he had pissed himself the stain was so big, but the tell-
tale gooey consistency gave it away.
Wait! Mr. Greer nearly shouted. He reached out and slapped
Wesleys hand, making him release Tylers balls.
They hung invitingly as Mr. Greer eyed them. They were swelling, but
otherwise looked still in tack. As he pondered something to himself
he proceeded to slap the huge dangling nuts. They bounced and
jiggled violently as the slaps became hits, which became punches.
Tyler could feel his nuts weaken under the assault. They were
bouncing in desperate attempt to hide, but the blows rained down. He
convulsed but could help but look down wide eyed as Mr Greer
destroyed him. The teacher assailed his ever swelling balls for
several mutes.
Feel this! Mr. Greer said guiding Pauls hand so that it was
cupping Tylers enormous right ball.
Its soft the structure is collapsing, Paul announced, stroking
his massive 9 cock in one hand and squeezing and kneading Tylers
collapsing ball with the other.
Tyler was sure that at any moment his poor ball would turn to mush in
Pauls hands, but thankfully Paul stopped squeezing and, without
saying anything, left the room. The others looked at each other
wondering what Paul was up to. Wesley and Mr. Greer continued
stroking for the five or six minutes (Tyler couldnt be sure of the
passage of time anymore) that Paul was gone. The lack of attention
on his nuts was a welcome relief.
Paul returned carrying a non descript box and Mr. Greers eyes lit up.
Fantastic Paul!
Paul to go! Chandler chimed in.
All the boys were beaming, and at first Tyler didnt know why. Paul
pulled out several pieces of what was apparently a disassembled
machine. Tyler watched in horror as the boys torture machine went
from being random pieces to a finished device.
Rest his balls on something, a block of wood or a desk. Mr. Greer
shouted like a command.
Chandler Bret and Kevin, not for a moment giving Tyler a moment to
break free, lifted him off the desk and sat him in a chair. Kevin and
Bret resumed their duties, only this time holding his legs spread
wide as he sat. Tyler squirmed and tried to stand up, but Chandler
and Wesley were holding him down with apparently no effort despite
the swimmers muscles straining to break free.
Paul finished assembling the device and placed a wooden block under
Tylers balls so that they rested on it. He then proceeded to band
the sack with a rubber band, not so much that it restricted blood
flow, but enough to stop the testicles from descending back into the
body to shield from what was to come.
Paul and Mr. Greer positioning the devise on an adjacent chair so it
would be on about the same level as Tylers inflamed nuts. It was a
rubber mallet attached to a mechanism with several buttons. Paul
pressed a button and the mallet snapped forward, just missing the
juicy target Tylers nuts made. He slightly repositioned the
machine, then pressed the button again and this time the mallet
connected squarely with Tylers nuts, though the impact was barely
noticeable. The mallet had struck right at the seam in his swollen
sack that separated right nut from left nut. Just as suddenly as the
mallet had gently tapped on the sack the mechanism could be heard
winding and cranking, pulling the mallet back upright.
Now, this mallet has various levels of force. Paul is going to set
it to strike every five seconds with increasing force. Mr. Greer
explained.
Were going to use the experiment to determine exactly how much
force it takes to burst your bubbles. Okay, Paul, set the device.
Paul fidgeted with the buttons and he and Mr. Greer stood up, looking
down at the helpless stud whose balls were perfectly positioned to be
turned to mush
WHACK!
The mallet struck and returned upright, only slightly harder than it
had begun. It probably wouldnt have hurt ordinarily, but Tylers
nuts had been through so much that the slightest touch caused immense
pain
WHACK!
Right on schedule the mallet struck again WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! By
now the mallet was really moving with force. It made audible
whooshing sounds with each strike. Mr. Greer and Paul were joined by
Wesley and they all were stroking their cocks and moaning loudly as
they looked down toward the immanent destruction.
WACK! WACK! SPLOSH!
Tyler convulsed as the mallet came down with significant force. The
sound it made upon hitting the sack was a dull splat and the hammer
seemed to go down further than before.
Theyre popping! Theyre popping! Wesley declared as he exploded a
load of sticky cum that completely covered Tylers pain contorted
face. Jizz literally dripped from Tylers face as the machine send
the mallet down again
WACK!
WACK!
Tyler looked down in horror as the mallet lay waste to his nuts but
they were still round. But for how long?
WACK!
Fuck! Look how far the mallet is compressing them oh! Paul could
hardly finish his sentence as his body tensed and he shot several
ropes of slimy cum that painted Tylers face.
Wont be long now! Mr. Greet nearly shouted as he too blew a load
all over Tylers face and chest.
The agonized swimmers face was nearly unrecognizable under the thick
mask of the tipple loud. His screams had been reduced to whimpers as
he started to black out.
Okay, this next hit is the last one. Maximum power! Paul
declared. The boys breathlessly counted down
5. 4. 3 21
The mallet cocked back further than the other times, and came saying
with such force it nearly flipped the mechanism that was acting as
its counter weigh.
SPLOSH!
The sound was sickening. Even the five boys and Mr. Greer winced
then laughed.
Tyler in his haze of panic, fear and pain was starting to go
delusional. He heard his sack split open, heard the nuts splosh but
didnt feel anything. Perhaps they were so beaten they were simply
numb. He felt himself start to black out when he was shaken violently
back to his senses.
You did it! You passed! Chandler said as the boys were helping him
to his feet. To his surprise he could feel his two horribly swollen,
heavy balls hanging in their un-ruptured sack. He could feel the
prodding hands as one of the boys was lightly squeezing both sides of
the sack.
Yup, still there, Mr. Greer. Wesley reported.
Mr. Greer nodded Well Tyler, like they said we do dangerous
experiments here. And it looks like you passed with flying colors.
Tyler was thoroughly confused.
SPLOSH!
Yeah, Kevin said, holding up a mini tape recorder that was looping
a splosh sound effect. I didnt pass it! He pulled down his
pants to reveal a pair of prosthetic testicles that were dangling
from around his still intact penis.
So see, you get to help us think of all kinds of fun ways
to experiment on guys Mr. Greer said, Next time you should
bring your buddy Zach to club with you. Hes got a tight little body.
There were nods of agreement.
Tyler, feeling woozy and overwhelmed by the revelation sat back down.
Someone had produced an ice pack for him. A Vicodin and a glass of
water were offered by another boy.
You held up great, man! I knew you would. Ive been eyeing that
package for weeks, bro! Chandler cheered on.
So a Ball Busting Club disguised as a Physics Club These really
WERE the absolute coolest nerds he had ever met, Tyler thought, and a
wry smile crossed his face as he now confident he could do so and
wake up with his nuts still intact passed out.
him. It was a classroom, in a far flung Pressege Building of
Riverside High School just outside Los Angeles. Depending on who you
asked, Pressege was either a dilapidated annex building far removed
from the otherwise palm tree studded Riverside campus, or the center
of the Riverside Gifted Scholars program. Today, however, for
Tyler it was a prison.
Tyler! You made it! the bellowing voice of Mr. Greer announced when
he looked up briefly from a pile of physics midterms and made eye
contact with his student, Come on in!
Tyler didnt even bother to feign a smile as he made his way toward
Mr. Greers desk, all but ignoring the handful of other students
many he didnt recognize huddled behind one of the lab tables. He
did notice that the usually emotionless but otherwise pleasant
demeanor Mr. Greer was in a much better mood than he ever was
lecturing Newtonian physics to the regular kids on the main campus.
Although Mr. Greer was ostensibly concentrating on the papers in
front of him, Tyler, for a moment, thought he eyed Mr. Greer looking
his tight swimmers frame up and down a few times through his
frameless glasses.
Tyler was shorter than the other boys in the junior class, coming in
at five foot six, but he was dense, almost entirely sculpted muscle,
and lean barely tipping the scale at one-hundred fifty pounds. Aside
from his rippled abs and prominent, but not bulging, biceps Tyler
wasnt particularly strikingly good looking; but he always carried
himself with a look at me - yeah, Im hot air of uncocky
confidence that instantly catapulted him to totally hot status.
And while virtually very shirt hugged and showed off his mid section,
there wasnt a pair of jeans at Abercrombie, American Eagle or any
other store in the mall that could mask the mound in his crotch. And
when he wore tighty whiteys you could easily make out the
delineation of each nut through his pants.
Mr. Greer? Tyler asked, confused by the near trance the teacher
was in.
Oh, sorry you caught me day dreaming, Mr. Greer smiled, faint
smile lines around his eyes giving away the fact that the 20-
something looking teacher was actually in his early forties.
Tyler was sure his gaze was directly on his crotch, though only for a
moment.
Welcome to Physics Club!
Physics Club? Tyler parroted back in confusion, Wait, wait. You
told me that if I attended the Math Club for the rest of the term
youd give me the extra credit I need to pass your class so I could
Stay on the swim team. Mr. Greer finished Tylers sentence. Yes, I
did. But ya know what Tyler. I dont think your problem is with the
math. I think its with not understanding how it applies to your real
life.
Mr. Greer stood up and made his way over to the other students who
had stopped chatting amongst themselves. Tyler followed. Oh great,
an afternoon with nerds he thought, nearly allowed.
So, I invited you to Physics Club. Its all math! How else do you
think I could pull off teaching senior physics and junior math at the
same time?
Despite himself, Tyler smiled slightly. He hated being forced to
spend two nights a week after school in the Pressee Nerd Building
for the rest of the year, but he genuinely liked Mr. Greer, even if
his teenage angst rarely allowed him to show it.
Okay, so what do you guys do? Tyler asked, directing the
question more to the gathered nerds than to Mr. Greer.
Well, we um do experiments. The kinda dangerous ones they dont let
you do over there, Chandler, the tallest senior physics student
began, gesturing his strawberry blonde-headed hair in the general
direction of the main campus.
Yeah, chimed in the second boy, Bret; All five of us are headed to
A-U next year, honors physics program. So the school lets us pretty
much treat this club as independent study.
Tyler nodded, gradually letting his cooler-than-though attitude
fade. After all, if he was going to be spending a year with these
five guys, he might as well at the very least not be a prick to them
at least not without reason. Besides, nearby A-U Amajor
University was Tylers school of choice, hopefully on a swimming
scholarship, so it might not be a bad idea to buddy-up with the
golden children.
Its actually pretty cool, you wont have to help us with the
experiments, well just tutor you on the math were using along the
way. Kevin continued a stocky football-player type who was nicely
filling out his athletic shorts and cutoff T-shirt.
The other two boys introduced themselves as Paul an attractive
senior with broad shoulders and steely grey eyes and dark features
and Wesley, who was actually slightly shorter than Tyler but whose
muscular frame could be made out easily even through his conservative
button up shirt and khakis.
These were certainly the most well-rounded, and physically
fit, nerds he had ever met Tyler concluded after a few more minutes
of greeting. Mr. Greer called their attention by clapping his hands
together, Lets begin! Now lat week we were working on two
concepts. Gravity and structural integrity.
The five Physics Club students nodded. Tyler was confused how the two
concepts related.
Now we are going to do the concluding experiment. Tyler, will you
stand up on the lab table please? Mr Greer gestured,
Figuring all the pieces would fall into place, Tyler did as he was
told and stood on the lab table.
Now how much do you think Tyler weights?
The five quickly began spouting out estimates, all of them very
accurate.
Hes solid muscle, look at him. Chandler declared.
Definitely heavier than he looks, Kevin said, licking his lips
though Tyler was sure it was just because they were chapped.
Now jump down. Mr. Greer instructed, and just as quickly as Tyler
was standing on the desk, he jumped down. Now, can someone explain
to me what just happened there?
Although Tyler wasnt sure if an actual question had been asked, the
other boys went straight to work giving nearly incomprehensible
descriptions of the gravitational forces, wind resistance and other
physical phenomenon that accompany someone jumping off a desk. Bret
even went on a tangent about the deformation the bottom of Tylers
shoes had gone through when they hit the ground.
This went on for several minutes, the boys clearly relishing in
exploring the hidden complexities of everyday things, for some time
before Mr. Greer called their attention again with a clap.
Now, Tyler get back on the desk, but this time lets walk him
through all those concepts you were all just talking about. One by
one.
No sooner had Tyler got back on the desk, then several bizarre things
happened at once. Chandler climbed on the desk behind Tyler and,
before he knew what was happening, had secured his hands behind his
back with a zip cord in a maneuver straight from a TV cop show.
Meanwhile, Kevin had grabbed Tylers right ankle and Bret his left.
Then, with a nod, they pulled at the same time so that Tylers legs
were torn open, leaving him particularly vulnerable.
Tyler wasnt entirely sure what to think. Was this some kind of
prank? Although we was being restrained, he didnt feel endangered,
just awkward especially when Wesley who was now standing at face
level with his crotch stated Wow! Its huge, obviously talking
about the bulge in Tylers pants.
Um, Mr. Greer....
So, whats happening here? Mr. Greer asked the boys, ignoring Tyler
who was starting to fight. The nerds however were holding him
firmly in place.
Well, the biochemical properties of the sensation known as pain are,
despite our science, still poorly understood, Paul began matter of
factly while he eyed Tylers bulge.
Just for example Paul had no sooner finished the statement than
his fist sailed into Tylers unprotected nut. The right ball was hit
dead-on slamming it into his pelvis. Tyler attempted to close his
legs but Kevin and Brets grip on his legs was ironclad.
Notice how quickly the pain response occurs. Mr. Greer lectured, a
visible mound growing in his pants.
Tyler tried to double over but the much taller and stronger
Chandler was holding him bolt upright from behind. Chandlers dick,
which was getting hard, was being restrained by his shirt as it
rested against his abs, but that didnt stop Tyler from feeling it
press into his back.
My turn, Wesley declared, One wonders if the response would vary
with repetition. Just for example
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Wesleys powerful fists assailed Tylers package, one after another.
Tyler attempted to writhe and close his legs but his captors were
holding him firmly in that position. The beating went on for nearly
a non-stop minute. At the end of it tears ran freely down Tylers
face and he was begging the group to stop. Mr. Greer stood by and
observed casually.
Mr. Greer pulled his cock out of his khakis and began to stroke it
lazily. Paul and Wesley followed suit. Despite the sickening pain
and panic, Tyler was amazed at the size of Paul and Wesleys cocks.
Each was easily 9 inches and incredibly thick.
Very good, Wesley. But dont you think the experiment is being
thrown off by something?
Youre right! The pants!
Wesley grabbed the waist band of Tylers tight jeans and was
literally tearing them off, being none too gentle to the battered
balls underneath, when Paul emerged with a small blow torch from the
supply closet.
Ive always found fire to be an interesting oxidation reaction, he
began as he lit the torch and held it just inches from the tattered,
but still on, jeans.
Now we usually use this for welding rocket parts but
Tyler howled in terror, but that didnt stop Paul from touching the
flame to the mound of testicles and penis just long enough to ignite
Tylers package. At first the pain wasnt immediate. Dulled perhaps
by the sheer incredulity of what was happening. Then it hit. Tyler
screamed loudly and tried desperately to close his legs, but the
three boys holding him proved that they were obviously just as brawny
as they were smart.
Paul, Wesley and Mr. Greer huddled around the flaming package like a
twisted camp fire, each feverishly pumping their engorged dicks.
Right now his epidural layers are experiencing . Extreme
deformation Paul breathed out, more distracted on his cock than his
impromptu lecture. All three were breathing hard and Tyler was sure
they would start shooting at any minute. Meanwhile his trapped nuts
roasted. Through the pain you would literally feel the contents of
his sack boiling, ready to pop. His thoughts were suddenly directed
to a sensation of wetness all over his back. Chandler, whose cock was
pressed against his back as he held him, had explosively came. So
much cum was gushing from the tall nerds cock that it soaked through
his shirt, Tylers shift and could be felt on his back. Other than a
slight shudder, Chandler stood firm in his duties of restraining
Tyler. Meanwhile Kevin and Bret, who were still holding Tyler les
apart were sporting what looked to be enormous erections in their
pants, but they didnt dare tend to them lest Tyler break free.
In his fog of pain, Tyler could make out Mr. Greer as he approached,
holding a physics textbook Tyler knew what was going to happen next
and was in the processes of forming a please dont from his inane
babble when the book sailed through the air with a whoosh. Mr. Greer
was mashing the back of the easily-500 page text book into Tylers
flaming mound. Again and again it struck until the fire was
extinguished.
So, how much damage do you think was done in 90 seconds? he asked
Paul and Wesley.
Tyler was stunned. Horrified. He couldnt believe that the eternity
of pain he had just experienced was not even two minutes.
Please, please he pleaded locking eyes with Wesley who seemed
unaffected.
Shall we continue, Wesley snapped coolly as he peeled off the few
remnants of pants and underwear that was covering Tylers nuts and
cock. The scene was surprisingly not as gruesome as Tyler had
feared. Large blisters and some bleeding were visible across the
surface of each golf ball size nut, which were now hanging low in
their sack. Wesley held one in each hand and squeezed.
Tyler let out a pitiful whimper as the senior boy was literally
crushing his stones.
Notice how the spheres are losing structural integrity he mocked
as he kneaded and squeezed Tylers swelling testicles.
How much pressure could they take before they
Implode!
Collapse!
Pop!
Burst!
The boys shouted out every colorful phrase they could think of to
describe the end of Tylers manhood. Tyler felt the grip on his
left leg give a little, and thought it would be a good time to
escape. But just as soon as the grip was loosened, it became iron
tight. Just as Chandler had done, Bret had explosively came and the
brief shudder had caused him to relax his grip on Tyler. The front
of the hunky nerds trousers were soaked. Tyler thought it looked
more like he had pissed himself the stain was so big, but the tell-
tale gooey consistency gave it away.
Wait! Mr. Greer nearly shouted. He reached out and slapped
Wesleys hand, making him release Tylers balls.
They hung invitingly as Mr. Greer eyed them. They were swelling, but
otherwise looked still in tack. As he pondered something to himself
he proceeded to slap the huge dangling nuts. They bounced and
jiggled violently as the slaps became hits, which became punches.
Tyler could feel his nuts weaken under the assault. They were
bouncing in desperate attempt to hide, but the blows rained down. He
convulsed but could help but look down wide eyed as Mr Greer
destroyed him. The teacher assailed his ever swelling balls for
several mutes.
Feel this! Mr. Greer said guiding Pauls hand so that it was
cupping Tylers enormous right ball.
Its soft the structure is collapsing, Paul announced, stroking
his massive 9 cock in one hand and squeezing and kneading Tylers
collapsing ball with the other.
Tyler was sure that at any moment his poor ball would turn to mush in
Pauls hands, but thankfully Paul stopped squeezing and, without
saying anything, left the room. The others looked at each other
wondering what Paul was up to. Wesley and Mr. Greer continued
stroking for the five or six minutes (Tyler couldnt be sure of the
passage of time anymore) that Paul was gone. The lack of attention
on his nuts was a welcome relief.
Paul returned carrying a non descript box and Mr. Greers eyes lit up.
Fantastic Paul!
Paul to go! Chandler chimed in.
All the boys were beaming, and at first Tyler didnt know why. Paul
pulled out several pieces of what was apparently a disassembled
machine. Tyler watched in horror as the boys torture machine went
from being random pieces to a finished device.
Rest his balls on something, a block of wood or a desk. Mr. Greer
shouted like a command.
Chandler Bret and Kevin, not for a moment giving Tyler a moment to
break free, lifted him off the desk and sat him in a chair. Kevin and
Bret resumed their duties, only this time holding his legs spread
wide as he sat. Tyler squirmed and tried to stand up, but Chandler
and Wesley were holding him down with apparently no effort despite
the swimmers muscles straining to break free.
Paul finished assembling the device and placed a wooden block under
Tylers balls so that they rested on it. He then proceeded to band
the sack with a rubber band, not so much that it restricted blood
flow, but enough to stop the testicles from descending back into the
body to shield from what was to come.
Paul and Mr. Greer positioning the devise on an adjacent chair so it
would be on about the same level as Tylers inflamed nuts. It was a
rubber mallet attached to a mechanism with several buttons. Paul
pressed a button and the mallet snapped forward, just missing the
juicy target Tylers nuts made. He slightly repositioned the
machine, then pressed the button again and this time the mallet
connected squarely with Tylers nuts, though the impact was barely
noticeable. The mallet had struck right at the seam in his swollen
sack that separated right nut from left nut. Just as suddenly as the
mallet had gently tapped on the sack the mechanism could be heard
winding and cranking, pulling the mallet back upright.
Now, this mallet has various levels of force. Paul is going to set
it to strike every five seconds with increasing force. Mr. Greer
explained.
Were going to use the experiment to determine exactly how much
force it takes to burst your bubbles. Okay, Paul, set the device.
Paul fidgeted with the buttons and he and Mr. Greer stood up, looking
down at the helpless stud whose balls were perfectly positioned to be
turned to mush
WHACK!
The mallet struck and returned upright, only slightly harder than it
had begun. It probably wouldnt have hurt ordinarily, but Tylers
nuts had been through so much that the slightest touch caused immense
pain
WHACK!
Right on schedule the mallet struck again WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! By
now the mallet was really moving with force. It made audible
whooshing sounds with each strike. Mr. Greer and Paul were joined by
Wesley and they all were stroking their cocks and moaning loudly as
they looked down toward the immanent destruction.
WACK! WACK! SPLOSH!
Tyler convulsed as the mallet came down with significant force. The
sound it made upon hitting the sack was a dull splat and the hammer
seemed to go down further than before.
Theyre popping! Theyre popping! Wesley declared as he exploded a
load of sticky cum that completely covered Tylers pain contorted
face. Jizz literally dripped from Tylers face as the machine send
the mallet down again
WACK!
WACK!
Tyler looked down in horror as the mallet lay waste to his nuts but
they were still round. But for how long?
WACK!
Fuck! Look how far the mallet is compressing them oh! Paul could
hardly finish his sentence as his body tensed and he shot several
ropes of slimy cum that painted Tylers face.
Wont be long now! Mr. Greet nearly shouted as he too blew a load
all over Tylers face and chest.
The agonized swimmers face was nearly unrecognizable under the thick
mask of the tipple loud. His screams had been reduced to whimpers as
he started to black out.
Okay, this next hit is the last one. Maximum power! Paul
declared. The boys breathlessly counted down
5. 4. 3 21
The mallet cocked back further than the other times, and came saying
with such force it nearly flipped the mechanism that was acting as
its counter weigh.
SPLOSH!
The sound was sickening. Even the five boys and Mr. Greer winced
then laughed.
Tyler in his haze of panic, fear and pain was starting to go
delusional. He heard his sack split open, heard the nuts splosh but
didnt feel anything. Perhaps they were so beaten they were simply
numb. He felt himself start to black out when he was shaken violently
back to his senses.
You did it! You passed! Chandler said as the boys were helping him
to his feet. To his surprise he could feel his two horribly swollen,
heavy balls hanging in their un-ruptured sack. He could feel the
prodding hands as one of the boys was lightly squeezing both sides of
the sack.
Yup, still there, Mr. Greer. Wesley reported.
Mr. Greer nodded Well Tyler, like they said we do dangerous
experiments here. And it looks like you passed with flying colors.
Tyler was thoroughly confused.
SPLOSH!
Yeah, Kevin said, holding up a mini tape recorder that was looping
a splosh sound effect. I didnt pass it! He pulled down his
pants to reveal a pair of prosthetic testicles that were dangling
from around his still intact penis.
So see, you get to help us think of all kinds of fun ways
to experiment on guys Mr. Greer said, Next time you should
bring your buddy Zach to club with you. Hes got a tight little body.
There were nods of agreement.
Tyler, feeling woozy and overwhelmed by the revelation sat back down.
Someone had produced an ice pack for him. A Vicodin and a glass of
water were offered by another boy.
You held up great, man! I knew you would. Ive been eyeing that
package for weeks, bro! Chandler cheered on.
So a Ball Busting Club disguised as a Physics Club These really
WERE the absolute coolest nerds he had ever met, Tyler thought, and a
wry smile crossed his face as he now confident he could do so and
wake up with his nuts still intact passed out.
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