"Where are they?" he sighed and he was about to pull out his phone to call them again when suddenly, the stage lights came on full.
Tom, who had been standing in the middle of the fake living room, was temporarily blinded as he heard two sets of footsteps approaching along with familiar laughter.
"Hey, Tom!" came Harry.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Sam apologized.
The usual soft-cornered Tom still had his jagged, almost mean looking build and persona he had adapted for Cherry. He found that he liked his hair cropped and was wearing a tight light green t-shirt and tan pants that showed off his slim, fit body. If it weren't for the feel-good set decorations, Tom would have looked like he was getting ready to shoot another scene from Cherry.
Tom's annoyance at the twins tardiness quickly melted away and he gave Sam and Harry a big hug. He always loved seeing them and his brotherly love blinded him to the oddness of the situation. Sam and Harry had masterfully spun a lie that the week's shoot was canceled due to a suspected COVID-19 exposure but they hadn't found out until Tom was already on his way. They told him that they decided to just keep the mini family reunion as scheduled and would invite him back when their show started filming again. Tom didn't think anything off with their explanation.
As the three brothers chatted, Harry ducked away and started fiddling with a stage's camera rig and Tom didn't notice the red record light starting to blink. When Harry returned to the group, he and Sam stopped talking and only grinned at Tom. Tom looked at them suspiciously.
"What is this?"
Sam picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned on the living room set's television. Tom instantly recognized the scenes playing on loop; they were all nut shots from Cherry, including some of the more harsher blows that hadn't made it into the final movie. Tom's face grew more suspicious as Sam and Harry's grins became even more shitfaced.
"What is this?" Tom asked again.
"We thought it might be fun to have a good ol' fashioned game of Crack Tom's Nuts, like old times!"
Without warning, Harry sent his shoe slamming into Tom's crotch. Tom's eyes crossed and Harry winced as he felt his big brother's sagging nuts squashed under his foot. Tom's knees buckled and he looked at Harry pleadingly.
"Harry..."
CRUNCH
Tom's eyes bugged out as his younger brother squashed his balls again. Tom sank to his knees, clutching his crotch as the two brothers stood over him chuckling. Sam lifted Tom to his feet and held his arms behind his back, but being a good older brother, Tom was going to play along regardless.
"So how many more kicks should he get?" Harry asked Sam.
"Lets see. Cherry has six letters, so I'd say six," Sam laughed.
"Guys..."
CRUNCH
Tom's eyes crossed as his fat nuggets were crushed again. Man, I should have worn underwear, he thought.
CRUNCH
Tom let out a high pitched scream as Harry let out a full-force kick. Harry was more athletic than people gave him credit for so his legs were more than capable of knocking Tom off the family tree. Tom's face was turning red and he tried to keep up a good front as Harry reared back and sent his shoe sailing again.
CRUNCH
"Not so hard!" Tom screamed. He was all for playful busting but Harry wasn't holding back and his cracking nuts were throbbing.
CRUNCH
Tom let out a funny scream and Harry laughed as he felt Tom's big nuts flatten under his shoe, crunching them into Tom's pelvis. Tom's balls were already large but Harry swore the big bruisers were starting to swell, and Tom's lack of underwear meant that Harry could feel in exquisite detail as his brother's stones were crumbling.
Tom's face was beet red. He was screaming and trying to break free from Sam's grip. He could have easily overpowered Sam but - being the playful older brother - wasn't putting his full effort into it. His balls were screaming for mercy and pleading with Tom's brain to take the threat to his reproductive abilities more seriously.
CRUNCH
"Ooooh!"
Tom's knees buckled as his nuts were nearly cracked. Sam struggled to hold Tom upright on his shaky knees and Harry grinned. His shoe had obliterated Tom's nuts. They were swollen and red inside his tan slacks and his red face was starting to sweat. But it wasn't all from pain. Tom was blushing. The young Hollywood star's cock was starting to swell faster than his nuts and Harry stepped back laughing his ass off as Tom's cock got harder and harder with each heart beat until it was fully hard, the comical tent on full display for the camera. Fuck, I really should have worn underwear, Tom thought.
"Okay, big bro, last kick. Are you ready?"
Harry took several steps back, nearly exiting the living room set, and Tom's eyes grew wide in terror. Tom didn't notice, but Harry gave Sam a subtle hand gesture to prepare for what was about to happen.
"Harry, no!" Tom had seen his brother send a guy's balls to testicle heaven during a wild game of roshambo and the finishing blow had started something like this.
Harry took a running start and when he came to within striking distance he called out "Now!"
Tom was confused but a moment later a riot of pain exploded from his right knee. Harry had targeted Tom's right knee instead of his balls at the exact moment Sam kicked the knee from behind. Tom's knee was horribly broken and the young actor let out a wait of terror as he slumped to the ground. Assuming his brother had only missed on accident, Tom lay on the ground sobbing clutching his knee. It was exactly the reaction Harry and Sam wanted.
"Ooomph!"
Tom thought his lungs had collapsed as Harry and Sam both stomped the shit out of his ribs.
"Hey guys! Be careful, this isn't' funny... Oooh!"
Tom was silenced by a kick to the side of the head by Sam at the same time Harry stomped on his mounding crotch. Harry knew Tom's huge nuts would make an easy target so immediately stomped on them again. Tom wailed, trying to cover his crotch, his chest and his head as his brothers lay into him like animals. Both of the athletic young twins were delivering devastating blows all over Tom's body and it was obvious his massive nuts were just one of many targets. This wasn't just about ball busting anymore!
"Guys! What are you doing! Cut it out!" Tom was convinced that the twins were just roughhousing, innocently unaware of how much pain they were causing their older brother.
Tom tried desperately to roll into a ball but that just made the two twins laugh and their stomps doubled in intensity. Sam shrieked in delight as he felt and heard a loud crack; he had stomped straight down on Tom's horrified face, breaking several teeth and snapping his nose. A shower of blood erupted all over the Cherry actor's face and for the first time he realized his brothers weren't joking.
Tom covered his face, and tried to stand but Harry slammed his fist into Tom's bruised chest, knocking the dazed star on his back.
"Harry! Sam!" Tom shrieked as the two twins grabbed one of Tom's ankles and lifted them into the air. The V formed at the intersection of Tom's toned legs was too tempting and the two twins alternated stomping on his crotch. Harry stomped, then Sam, then Harry. Tom loved ball busting and knew his brothers knew that; he even liked hard ball busting and had extremely tough nuts but this was beyond anything he had ever taken. Tom threw his head back writhing in horror and pain as he felt his swollen nuts being absolutely destroyed by his brothers. Sam and Harry were loving the sensation of his bloated nuts being stomped to the edge of destruction, they weren't giving Tom's nuts any time to recover between blows. SQUISH. Tom threw up on himself as he felt his right nut burst in his scrotum under Harry's shoe and Harry felt the devastating change in the consistency of Tom's manhood and ground his foot in.
"I think I popped one!" he said gayly as he nodded to the east side of the soundstage.
The soundstage was built to model a suburban home with bedrooms, a kitchen, a hallway, the living room - where they were, and a garage. All of the sets were built side by side. They dragged Tom to the garage set as Tom screamed and pleaded desperately grabbing onto any set pieces he could. Harry and Sam were impressed at the death grip Tom had on the base of the kitchen island as they drug him through the fake kitchen. Sam, tiring of Tom's antics, grabbed a knife from the knife block and flung it down on his older brother. Tom screamed as the knife - which was obviously not a prop - embedded itself into his meaty thigh up to its handle. He could only watch in terror as blood spurted from the wound leaving behind a trail as they finally got their brother to the garage set.
"Please! Sam! What are you doing!" Tom desperately hoped that this whole situation would turn out to be a prank gone off the rails and that his two brothers, his two best friends, would snap out of it and realize that they had gone too far. Instead, the two twins only smiled at the blood pouring out of Tom's leg.
They picked him up and threw him onto a woodworking table and Tom immediately grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it out, putting pressure on the wound. Even though it was a set, the garage - or rather the half of a garage - had all of the trappings of an actual garage and workshop area including tools and even a working car. It was some ridiculously huge SUV chosen for the fictional family for product placement purposes.
He pleaded for them to help but he was only greeted with a monstrous pain on the side of his face. Tom nearly blacked out. Harry had grabbed a rubber mallet from the wall and slammed it into Tom's temple. Sam had taken a ball ping hammer and made quick work of Tom's knees, crushing the bone into splinters and immobilized the star's lower half. Tom screamed and tried to cover himself with his arms as Harry and Sam slammed the hammer and mallet onto his legs.
"Dude, just give up!"
CRACK
Sam shattered Tom's right elbow and his arm fell limp like a spaghetti noodle. Tom screamed as hiss left arm was broken. Sam continued to beat Tom's arms into jelly as Harry took two mallets to Tom's legs. Tom's muscled thighs were slowly broken down by the mallets like Harry was tenderizing an oversized cut of meet. Meanwhile Sam had retrieved a hacksaw and positioned in behind Tom's broken left elbow.
"Noo!"
Tom nearly blacked out as Sam slowly hacked off his arm below the elbow. Blood was squiring all over the actor as he screamed and screamed, Sam taking his time for the task. As Sam cut off Tom's right arm, Harry had grabbed a large woodworking vice and had positioned it over Tom's' right foot. CRACK CRUNCH. Tom's foot was broken and destroyed under the vice. Tom couldn't believe it. The adrenaline rush was, unfortunately, keeping him awake as his nub arms were squirting blood uncontrollably. They pushed Tom onto the floor and grabbed an ankle each while Tom was on his stomach. They took a leg each and pushed it upward to is limit. Then kept going. Tom wailed as his toned legs were bent backward, snapping internally. Harry placed his foot on Tom's back and pulled his leg upward, yanking horribly until he felt Tom's leg liberated from his hip socket.
"Nice!" Sam cheered.
Tom was starting to black out from the loss of blood. Harry and Sam didn't want their brother to miss the finale so they headed to the workshop shelves and fetched two sledge hammers. Tom let out a pitiful plea for mercy before he felt both of the hammers slam into his back. Tom's flaying legs instantly stopped as his spine just above his bubble ass was crushed. The next blow damaged his kidney. Harry nearly blew his loud from the tell tail gasp Tom made as a lung collapsed. There were delightful crunching sounds as Tom's ribs were fractured and his heart exploded in his chest cavity. SPLOTCH. Tom's' ripped, muscular back couldn't take anymore and Sam's sledge hammer broke through his brother's broad back, implanting itself into Tom. Sam cheered as he pulled out the bloody mallet.
A few strikes later and Harry's sledge had gotten stuck too. The two were now pulverizing Tom's torso, chunks flying away as they pulled out the mallets. After fifteen minutes, Tom's muscular, fit torso looked like a broken rib cage covered in a ridiculous amount of gore and chunks. Every internal organ was destroyed, only a tiny chunk of his liver was recognizable.
CRUNCH
Sam's mallet implanted into the back of Tom's head, which promptly exploded like a melon. He pulled the brain covered thing out and held it up. Harry seemed annoyed that he hadn't gotten the head shot, but not wanting to miss out, he sent his mallet slamming down. Sam and Harry alternated hammer blows to Tom's head, or what was left of it, until they were sweating from exertion. Tom's handsome face had splattered all over the set, bits of his brain were sizzling on the hot overhead lights and the pile of goo was at least a yard in diameter.
Tom's legs, however, were still recognizable. They took a chain and wrapped it it around Tom's right ankle and the tow hitch of the SUV another chain to Tom's right ankle and a large heavy pole on the soundstage. Harry watched as Sam revved up the truck and drove forward, tearing Tom's legs apart like a wishbone and spilling a mountain of squashed guts all over the floor, landing with wet splats. Sam and Harry cheered as they picked up Tom's right leg and groin, which still had his mangled balls attached and stomped Tom's package until it was a gooey stain and his crotch had a shoe-shaped indent.
Using shovels, the two scraped as much of Tom as they could, including his broken legs, under the rear tires of the massive SUV. They both hopped in and slowly backed over it, enjoying every bump and crunching noise knowing that it was a piece of their hot older brother being destroyed. The truck easily weighted 2 tons so effortlessly shattered the last somewhat solid bone in Tom's body. Harry pulled the truck forward, then back. Over and over until they couldn't feel even the slightest bump.
They both hopped out of the SUV and were delighted to see that Tom was nothing more than an unrecognizable pile of gore and goop. Every bone had been reduced to splinters. The largest piece of Tom left was no bigger than a lemon. The two smiled as each other as they soon in in the pile and started stomping and jumping. They could feel chunks exploding and bursting as they were covered with their increasingly liquified older brother. After an hour of depraved stomping and pounding with their well-used sledgehammers, the absolute largest thing left of Tom Holland's body was the size of a raisin, what was left of his gallbladder.
"Fuck! We liquified him!" Harry gasped.
"No kidding! What a fucking mess!"
Suddenly Sam heard a loud motor and turned. He cheered at what he saw. Harry had turned on the snow blower that had been in the garage set and was slowly approaching the Tom Holland pile of mush.
"Fuck yes!" Sam creamed his jeans as he felt a warm, gooey blast showering him. As Harry ran over Tom, over and over, his liquified chunks were splattering all over the twins and soundstage. Tom Holland was everywhere and every seat in the audience risers had been drenched in blood and bits of the handsome young stud.
Finally, satisfied that Tom Holland's body had been absolutely, totally destroyed, the two methodically went through the set with mallets pasting anything remotely resembling Tom. Harry found a flap of skin about the size of a post-it note and picked it up, tearing it like paper. Sam found the organ-raisins and turned them into mush.
Tom Holland ended as a stain dripping from the walls of a soundstage, and Harry and Sam couldn't have been happier.
Love this blog, would be hot to see more celeb stories, particularly soccer guys getting pulverised, so many hot choices at the Euros atm! 😈
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