Lowblowtober 7: Fall
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Leo struggled to reach for the next handhold on the climbing wall. Forty feet below him, his belay partner was idly scrolling her phone, not paying attention to the rope she was supposed to be keeping taut. He yanked on it frustratedly.
“Tension, please!” She rolled her eyes and feebly spooled a few inches of the rope into her carabiner. He sighed in frustration. It wasn’t necessarily dangerous, but the more slack she left him, the farther he’d fall if he slipped. Ten or even fifteen feet wouldn’t really hurt, as the rope and harness would catch him, but thirty would mean he’d lose a lot of progress on the wall.
Still, there was one huge advantage to having Izzie as a climbing partner. He stared down wistfully, the tiny tank-top she’d squeezed her breasts into pushing them together so deliciously that, even from up here, Leo could enjoy the curve of creamy whiteness. He sighed and smiled, his cock growing hard beneath the tight harness keeping him attached to the far too loose rope. He grabbed for another handhold and heaved himself up, lifted his leg up, then the other, clambering higher and higher, Izzie never lifting her eyes away from her phone while his rope got looser and looser.
And he reached for another handhold, taking a moment too long to enjoy the view down her shirt one last time —
And grabbed nothing but air.
Surprised by the misstep, his left foot slid off the crag it was jammed in. His right balanced precariously on the tiniest of ridges, while his right hand still clung to a solid handhold. But he was losing his footing, and he needed Izzie to pull him taut immediately. He yanked desperately and yelled down at her, but she seemed totally oblivious to his predicament. Losing his grip at last, he fell.
The wall was curved so he could swing back to it, ideally to get a better grip and try again. But his fall was so long he arced forward and slammed directly into it too hard to control. His crotch slammed into a jutting purple handhold with the force of his entire body weight, hard and unforgiving and excruciatingly painful. He screamed in agony as he felt his balls literally crunch against the hard rubber, only to slip off and continue his freefall.
With his testicles in agony, Leo kept his legs wide apart for the half second he was falling, instinctively trying to avoid putting any unnecessary pressure on them. Unfortunately, this meant he landed crotch first on another jutting handhold. This one long and wide enough to mimic a tree log. He felt his testicles flatten and crunch beneath his pelvic bone, the wide curved surface of the ‘log’ giving his balls absolutely no space to slip to safety. He whined in agony, a high-pitched kettle-like sound streaming from his lips, as he slipped sideways on the plastic log. Beneath him, he could feel his testicles grinding and giving way, the force of his weight literally rearranging their delicate internals. He felt something crunch ominously, and had time for one last piteous plea for Izzie’s attention before he slid off the branch to fall the rest of the length of the loose rope.
Slamming back into the wall crotch-first again, this time taking the full brunt of his weight against a sharp vertical ridge, Leo felt something give way. A mushy, thunderous pop echoed out from his crotch, and Izzie finally looked up. His nutpain suddenly multiplied a thousandfold, and he felt a sudden urge to vomit.
Desperate warmth coursed through him, and he felt his cock grow unnaturally hard, for some reason. Before he could comprehend what was happening, his boner had poked up his waistband, his diamond-hard seven inches throbbing before spraying the biggest load he’d ever seen in his life. Stripe after stripe of semen launched out of his cocktip and festooned the gym floor below, covering water bottles, landing mats, other unfortunate climbers, and Izzie’s beautiful breasts. The bimbo looked up in disgust at him, then in even greater disgust at the sperm he’d just adorned her body with. Reaching into her pockets for some kind of wipes, she thoughtlessly unclipped him from her belay entirely.
If he’d been higher up, the freefall to the ground would’ve killed him. As it was, Izzie’s thoughtlessness just dropped him fifteen feet onto the cum-splattered mat beneath him, face down.
“EW! I can’t believe you fucking jacked off on the climbing wall.”
“I..I didn’t…”
“That is the nastiest thing I have ever seen. We are never climbing together again.”
“Izzie…my ball popped,” he croaked.
She laughed. “Well, you deserve it for being such a perv. I knew you were looking at my tits, but who just…blasts cum like that thirty feet in the air?!”
“I didn’t…I didn’t mean to.” He could feel tears start to dribble out of his eyes. “When it exploded, it just…”
“Uh huh, sure. I’m sure your dick involuntarily blasted a final load just because you fell and hit yourself in the balls.” She rolled her eyes.
“That’s right! That’s what happened….that’s what’s happeningggggg!” His words twisted into a squeal as his manhood renewed its futile attempts to procreate, his cock unleashing another agonizing belt of cum to splash pointlessly onto the rubber mat below him. Curled up on the ground in agony, he could barely move, his ass lifted high in the air by the harness Izzie still hadn’t detached from him, the rest of his body limp and restrained against it as his ruptured gonad continued blasting its final gasps of life out of him.
He finally finished the excruciating orgasm, and collapsed, the straps of the harness still keeping him just barely off the floor. Izzie left him, not bothering to alert anyone to his plight, walking out of the gym without even looking back at him. He feebly tried to unclip himself, but the pressure from the weight of his body made it impossible. The rope was stuck on something high up, and he could feel the thin tight straps of the groin harness starting to ride up ominously. One of them finally slid over the left half of his scrotum, and he screeched in pain; he could feel liquid chunks sloshing beneath the strap, his left testicle apparently almost entirely liquified.
He struggled to stop it, but the weight of his body gradually slid the strap over and across the ruptured, but still slightly intact organ. He could feel its internals being agonizingly forced out through the tear in his nutshell as gravity and his own weight and the infuriatingly strong little strap all worked together to slowly tear his testicle apart.
“Somebody help!!! MY BALL!! Please, get help!! Good Christ it's dying…it's leaking out,” he sobbed. “I can feel it coming apart. Just please unclip me, anybody!” But the gym was loud and busy, and climbers all around him ignored him to get through their own routes. Minute after agonizing minute, the harness cord slid over his ball, and he could feel more of his testicle liquify with each tiny movement, his sperm count dying off to the ridiculous series of events. If Izzie had just been even the slightest bit more careful…
Minute by minute went by, the strap sliding millimeter by agonizing millimeter down his thigh as more and more of his testicle disappeared beneath it, each tiny movement announced by a pathetic squick. He tried to will himself to pass out. He stared in despair at the little bubble of flesh bulging out near his thigh, the strap cutting deep into it as it continued pulverizing the gonad beneath. His cock twitched and gasped, more sticky strings of dying sperm squeezed directly out of his disintegrating testicle and dribbling onto the floor beneath him.
Finally, the harness strap slid off his left thigh at last, the last intact scraps of nutmeat liquified painfully beneath it. Nobody seemed to notice him fall on the floor in a heap, spasming in pain and foaming at the mouth, his right leg still tangled in his harness. He finally managed to gain enough leverage to untangle himself from the device that had just stolen half of his manhood. Staggering to his feet, he stumbled forward and got his phone to call 9-1-1, his ballsack burning as each tiny movement jostled the loose tangle of nerve endings and dead sperm that had been his babymaker. He left a feeble, strangled message detailing the loss he'd just gone through to the bored operator, and passed out before he could hang up the call.
