FICTION
Based on actor Dylan Bruce
Dylan snarls over his shoulder at her and the black female officer.
"This is Dylan Bruce, the spy from the male agency. He said his name was Paul when he introduced himself to me." Dylan was trying to seduce the blonde at the bar to extract information from her. The female and male agencies have never been on good terms as the men feel women are too fragile and emotional to be in the field.
Dylan was hench, with a handsome, masculine face. He could usually use his charm to worm his way to any information he needed.
"...Didn't work this time. I read your file, I knew who exactly who you were before you even try to buy me a drink."
Dylan didn't say anything but stared at the red haired female operative in bleak interrogation room. The two females agents leading him into the room stuck the door, which closed with a heavy slam. They pushed him again to the centre of the room where a strange looking metal chair sat.
Dylan turned to face the three female agents. He wasn't in his usual combat gear but was wearing a tight fitted polo shirt and jeans. He thought the shirt showed off his muscular frame the best to entice the women.
"Ok you, strip" demanded the red hair agent.
Dylan raised an eyebrow.
"I said strip," she repeated. The women stood emotionless eyeing him up and down.
Dylan laughed, "you female agents are ridiculous. I'm leaving." He stepped forward but the redhead pulled out a gun. Dylan starred at it and look less than amused.
"I wont repeat a third time."
Dylan sighed and muttered crazy bitches..."
He whipped off his blue polo shirt and threw it at them. Hard abs and pecs were revealed with Dylan's broad back. After years ofcombat training Dylan's body was thick and covered in muscle. He undid his belt,and slide his jeans down to his ankles.
"Alright? no weapons, no wire, nothing okay?" Dylan said throwing both hands in the air.
"Everything" said the redhead. "Everything."
She pointed the gun at Dylan's bulge in his black briefs. Dylan stared at his crotch, "you've got to be kidding me? No!"
She fired a warning shot at the ground.
Dylan jumped, "What the fuck you crazy bitch?!"
"Get in the chair" she damned, aiming the gun at his groin again.
Dylan unwillingly walked over and sat on the cold metal chair. The chair was a specially designed interrogation chair for the men. The two agents cuffed Dylan's large forearms behind his back to the slots behind the chair. They then cuffed his ankles to the chair legs that were designed to spread out wider than a regular one, but this one also has cuffs for the inner thighs. They agents wrapped and spread Dylan's thick thighs out letting his package dropped in the special designed gap in between his legs.
"What you you want" he said angrily.
"Information, like you tried to get from my agent."
"Ha" Dylan laughed again, "I will never tell you fucking bitches anything."
"We'll see about that," said the redhead as she pushes up her glasses.
Without warning she runs up to a seated Dylan and swings her leg up into his dangling bulge in his black briefs.
"ARGHH!" Dylan screamed. Her foot punted into his tight package, slamming his nuts into his pelvis.
"Argh! Fuck! You fucking bitch!" Dylan cried. His balls were throbbing like any man's would from a kick like that one his just experienced.
She lined up her leg for another go, "Hi-ya!" she shouted as her foot punted into his groin again.
"ARGHH!" Dylan cried for a second time. "Stop you bitch!"
The redhead then stomped her foot into Dylan's tight big bulge into his pelvis. She twisted her foot into him like she was putting out a cigarette.
"Argh my balls! Stop!" Dylan winced.
"Ready to talk?" She said adding pressure down onto his nuts.
"Fuck you!" He spat, gritting his teeth in pain. He could feel his balls being grounded into mush and wished she would stop but didnt want to give in.
Her foot let his bulge flop back down between the gap. Dylan let out a gasp of air feeling the relief of his balls. His body began to glisten with sweat and trickle down his body.
"Very well. These two can have their fun then." She stepped aside and Dylan could see the blonde and black agent putting on steel toe cap boots on. They were lacing up when Dylan realised that those boots are made for his groin.
His eyes widened as they stepped closer.
"No, don't! NO!"
A leg swung up smashing directly into Dylan's spread legs into his black bulge. "ARGHHHHH!" Dylan screamed the loudest yet. The tendons in his neck strained as did all over his body. His muscles bucked and flexed from the blood pressure. His biceps bulge with his arms tired trying to escape. His spread thighs and legs shuddered trying to close to protect his junk being smashed in but the cuffs held his muscular lower half open. The veins above his groin bulged from the strain leading up all the way to his abs.
Dylan's body was in so much strain but the boots kept flying and kicking and kicking at his balls.
"ARGH! ARGHH! STOP YOU FUCKING BITCHES! ARGHHH!"
The blond and black agent took turns repeatedly kicking Dylan in the balls. Their boots kicked over and over and over again directly into his proud big bulge which was gradually being flattened. Dylan could only throw his head back and side to side with every devastating punt to his manhood as every part of him was tied up. Luckily the chair was bolted down as the kicks were as powerful as an athlete kicking an american football between the posts and the way Dylan's muscular body shook even the bolts looked like they were coming loose.
There was at least one kick every to seconds into Dylan's crotch. Amazingly Dylan's big meaty balls didn't seem to give in like him. His package kept springing back after every agonizing kick.
"ARGH OH GOD, MY MOTHERFUCKING BALLS!"
After only 5 minutes, around 100 blows and what seems like a life time for Dylan the female agents stopped kicking him in the balls.
Dylan was gasping for air and dripping in sweat. Every muscle on him was bulging from trying to protect his junk.
"Ready to talk?"
"Fuck...you..." Dylan spat.
"Fine with us, we have round two" The redhair pulled a cloth to reveal two big shiny metallic crocodile clips connected to a car battery.
Dylan's eyes widened at the sight.
The black female agent walked over to Dylan with a pair of scissors aimed dangerously close to his crotch.
"No, no, no!" Dylan panic. She snipped the edges of his briefs and slipped them off him. His penis and balls were now not supported and flopped down between the gap of his chair. Dylan had a big cock even soft, but it was now covered in bruises like his balls are. Dylan gasped at the shock of the scissors fearing she was going to castrate him and shocked seeing the damage the female agents have done to his favorite member.
They wheeled over the battery and clips closer to him.
"You fucking bitches. look what you've done to my cock."
"We're not finished yet" The blonde female agent said as she raise the clips.
"Wh-what are you going to do with them?" Dylan ask worried.
"Clip them to your testicles." She smiled.
She grabbed hold of Dylan's cock and opened the clamp over his left nut.
"No! Don't!" He shouted.
The sharp metal thongs pierced Dylan's ball. Dylan has very big meaty balls, she had to open the thongs wide to fit them in. The thongs were extremely tight and pierced the skin of his scrotum.
"ARGHHHHH!" Dylan scream as his left nut was being crushed under the pressure. "GET IT OFF MY BALL!" Dylan thrashed his head backwards and forthward in shear agony. The other agent held Dylan's cock from moving and gripped his right ball with the heavy crocodile clip. "ARGHHH MY FUCKING BALLS! YOURE CRUSHING MY BALLS!" Both of Dylan's testicles were being crushed by metal thongs squeezing the life out of his nuts. He feels his balls may rupture. Dylan tries to thrust and fling his dick from his seat to try and get these things off of him.
"Oooooof, that look like it hurts." mocked the redhead. "And we haven't even turned them on yet." Dylan for one second focused on her word and watch her connect the end of the clip to the car battery. A spark few and Dylan felt an instant pain like he never has experienced in his life.
"ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Dylan screamed out in agonizing pain like no man has ever felt. Pulses of electricity were shocking through his balls like continuous pain. His balls and cock were on fire. Dylan's body shuddered and thrashed as much as the restraints would allow. Dylan's cries we constant as his body rattled the metal chair. He tried again to swing his cock and thrust his groin to get the clips off. He was like wild animal, thrashing and screaming with his muscles and veins bulging.
The females agents watched in pleasure seeing a cocky male agent being taken down by what they saw as the weaker sex.
"I'LL TALK! I'LL TALK! TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!"
The agents unclipped the battery. They also yanked off the clips attached to his balls. "Argh!!" They all stared at Dylan's singed balls. They had burn marks on and a shade of colour no man wants their testicles in.
..."My balls, youve broken my balls" Dylan whimpered.
"You have information?"
Dylan didn't say anything and reluctantly nodded.
"Well we have something to tell you too. We already know everything, our agents have been watching you and your other male agents for months now."
Dylan stares, "what?..."
"Yeah. We just wanted to destroy one of your testicles to show you who the weaker sex really are." Said the blonde. The other two agents nodding in agreement.
Dylan was shocked into silence. He was silently raging. These female agents didn't want anything information on the male agency, they just wanted to get off breaking his balls.
Finally Dylan shouts, "You crazy bitches, all this just to show you're better?! Youve fucking broken my balls!"
"Not yet, your meats still there." Replied the redhead. The black female agent walks over and pours some cold meaty liquid over Dylan's remaining junk.
"ah, what the fuck is that!?"
The blonde female agent opens the heavy door. A pitbull on a lead appears round the corner.
"Dog food."
Dylan realises why they have poured dog food on his junk. The pitbull bounces over between his legs. He starts licking Dylan's balls and meaty cock.
"No, no, stay dog, STAY!"
Dylan is surprised he actually still has sensation in his balls from the dog's tongue but he's not worried about that.
"Bull. Bite!" commanded the redhair. With that the dog's nashers pierces Dylan's right ball.
"ARGHHHHHH NO! STOP! LET GO!" he screamed as the dog tears away at his meaty testicle. He begins to pull away trying to rip the ball off of him. "ARGHH HE'S TEARING MY BALLS!"
The dog reclamps his teeth into Dylan's meat this time with both balls in his mouth! "ARGH MY BALLS!" The dog starts chewing on his meaty balls like it's his toy. Dylan continues to scream and thrash at the pain and lose of his balls. The dog isn't finished with Dylan and goes for the sausage. "ARGHHH NOT MY DICK! ARGHHHHH!" The dog bites and grips at Dylan's thick cock, biting and chomping destroying every inch this man's manhood. Dylan looks on as his cock is being bitten away and his shrieks subside as he eventually passes out from the pain.
The female agents watch on after the muscular agent passes out, and form together to plot their next assignment against the male agency.
