The 20-something girls whose cell phone video began as shakily as it did abruptly, were driving around some podunk town in Missouri when one of them suddenly yells, “THAT GUY! Let’s do that guy over there!” The SUV is immediately filled with snickers and giggles.
“Mr. Bolen, from church?!” One of them asks in surprise.
“Fuck yeah! Why not?!” The answer comes.
The SUV stops and the girls get out, running across the street towards a 40-something man in khakis and a sport coat, shouting for his attention.
“Mr. Bolen! Hey! Mr. Bolen,” the driver shouts as the man stops, smiles and asks the girl, — he calls her Stacey — what he can do for her.
“Well, we were just wondering, you know? Because we’re really curious girls... we were just wondering what the look on your face would be if we popped your balls!” Stacey said, giggling uncontrollably.
Bolen’s face went white with fear.
“Now, girls, look here, now... we don’t...” but that’s all Bolen got out before Stacey raised her hand, put her fingers together and interrupted him.
The man had been steadily stepping backwards, retreating from the giggling girls who clearly had an agenda he wanted no part of. His back hit the wall of the building behind him and he started to beg as Stacey reached out with her other hand and grabbed his balls through his khakis.
“OH GOD, PLEASE! NO! PLEASE, STACEY, PLEASE DON’T... PLEASE DON’T,” The man pleaded as Stacey pressed her body against his, pushing him back into the wall and tightening her grip on his balls.
“Aww, come on Mr. Bolen,” Stacey cooed. “I ain’t never got to actually feel a set of balls pop in my hand before, and you’re about an ugly, old, fat fuck that don’t nobody want reproducing anyway. You ready?! Here we go now! 3... 2... 1!”
The other girls giggled and the camera shook as Stacey snapped her fingers. Bolen let out a high-pitched shriek as he squirmed and squealed against the wall, trying to go down to the ground and curl up, but Stacey wouldn’t let go of his sack.
“HOLY SHIT, Y’ALL! I FELT THOSE FUCKERS POP!” She announced enthusiastically to cheers and “fuck yeah’s” all-around.
Stacey snapped her fingers agin and Camera Girl zoomed in as Bolen’s squealing, squirming body shrank down to size right there in front of everyone. But Stacey didn’t squash him. She picked him up and shoved him rather unceremoniously into her right front jeans pocket.
“Okay, y’all. Stay tuned for part two when we get Mr. B here back to the house,” Stacey says as she looks directly into the camera and the video ends.
Part two made it clear that we were well and truly fucked. What Stacey’s crew got up to with Bolen in part two made it clear that we were now nothing. We were toys for women to do with as they pleased and there would be no consequences to them for whatever they chose to do with or to us.
That is the reality we now face.
The camera is once again shaky. Evidently Camera Girl is giddy and can’t hold it still.
The scene opens with a six inch tall Bolen stripped naked. They’ve tied his wrists to his ankles behind his back, bending him backwards in an awkward and uncomfortable position, but that’s probably the least of his worries. One of the girls has hooked her fingers through the space between his back and his arms and legs and is holding Bolen up in the air in such a way that his tiny penis and swollen ballsack are fully exposed for all to see.
Stacey once again appears on the screen.
“Hey ya’ll! Told ya we’d be back! Check out Mr. B over here, he’s just not having a good day today, are you Mr. B?” She asks, mockingly. “See, earlier today I popped the little bitch, and it was fucking awesome! Then we shrank him and brought him here, ‘cause we have a wicked idea we’re gonna test out on old Mr. B here. But before we do...”
Stacey walks over to where her friend is holding Mr. B up in the air. She thumps his tiny penis and swollen sack a few times with her fingers, then reaches out with her thumb and forefinger and pinches his little package between them. She starts to squeeze. Bolen shrieks in pain and begins to writh on her friend’s fingers. Stacey giggles, then holds up a pair of fingernail clippers and lets slip an evil grin.
“See, since he ain’t got no balls no more, we just don’t think he needs that teeny tiny little dick of his anymore either, and I’m just curious how a dude would react to losing his favorite toy,” Stacey says, then holds up the clippers and presses them closed two or three times in front of Bolen’s face.
“What do you say, Mr. B?” She asks him. “You ready to find out what it feels like to get your dick cut off?”
The girls laugh hysterically as Stacey slides the clippers over the tiny protuberance, positioning Bolen’s little cock between the blades as he screams, begs and pleads with Stacey not to cut his dick off.
“Here we go, Mr. B. Any last words for that little man-clit you call a dick?” She asks him, then begins to press the blades together.
Bolen shrieks like a banshee and squirms relentlessly on the girl’s fingers, but it’s no use. He can’t escape, and we all watch as Stacey pushes the blades closed, slowly snipping Bolen’s dick off as he screams and begs her not to do it, then shrieks and squirms in pain and humiliation on the end of a giant girl’s fingers as his dick comes away from his body. Stacey quickly produces a torch lighter and burns the shit out of Bolen’s crotch to stop the bleeding, producing more screams from him, more laughter from the girls.
“Well, damn! They do really like those tiny little dicks of theirs, don’t they?” She asks. “Okay, y’all! Let’s get this show on the road.”
The group of girls all make their way over to what looks like a dining room table. In the center of the table sits a large pump bottle of lotion. They all gather around the table and take a seat.
The camera stabilizes.
“So, what we were wondering was, how many squirts can a guy take before he, you know... pops?” Stacey asks. “And then we was also wondering if he would turn into the coin after he pops or if he still has to be squished. Well, we’re gonna find out, right girls?”
Stacey grabs Bolen from her friend and holds him up to her face.
“Mr. B, I don’t know if you’ve ever had anything up your ass before, but I should probably warn you the first time hurts like hell,” she says to him as the other girls laugh and jeer at him, taunting him.
“That’s right, Mr. B! You’re about to take it up the ass big time, and it’s gonna hurt like a mother fucker!” Camera girl can be heard saying as Stacey maneuvers Bolen into a horizontal position, nudging the lotion bottle’s nozzle between his tiny ass cheeks.
The girls all begin laughing uncontrollably as they realize the predicament at the same time — the nozzle tip is huge relative to Bolen’s tiny asshole. Comparatively, it’s about the size of a grown man’s thigh, and Stacey plans to shove it up Bolen’s asshole.
“Well, fuck, this is gonna be a tight ass fit!” Stacey says as the girls again break into a raucous chorus of laughter. “We better give poor old Mr. B some lube, huh girls?”
Stacey squirts a small amount of lotion out of the bottle onto Bolen’s ass, then rubs it between his ass cheeks with the tip of her finger and starts to slide the tip of the nozzle through the lotion before settling Bolen back over the nozzle, aiming it directly at his asshole.
“Okay, Mr. B., Like I said, this shit is gonna hurt a lot, so you just go on ahead and scream your little bitch ass off if you need to, we feel you!” Stacey says to Bolen — more laughs, more jeers of “Yeah! Fuck that little bitch!” as Stacey begins to force Bolen’s asshole down over the tip of the nozzle.
He screams a loud, guttural cry as Camera Girl zooms in on Stacey’s hand, showing a clear view of her rocking his asshole back and forth and up and down, applying more and more pressure to force the nozzle up his tiny asshole. Finally, the nozzle tip pops into Bolen’s extremely distended asshole and the man chokes on his own screams. The girls laugh and applaud Stacey’s success in getting what amounts to an elephant cock into his tiny asshole.
“There you go, B! So much for that anal cherry!” Stacey shouts as the girls cackle around her.
She begins to force Bolen’s ass further down onto the nozzle as he convulses in her hand, still choking out guttural, animalistic screams. His face a contorted mask of pain and anguish. Stacey flicks her wrist, momentarily moving Bolen up and down, back and forth on the nozzle — fucking it into his asshole like an enormous dildo.
“Oh, Mr. B! Oh, my God! Your ass is so tight! Oh Mr. B... I’m gonna cum!” Stacey says, mockingly, as the girls laugh at the show she’s putting on, fucking Bolen up the ass with the nozzle, moaning while he screams until he begins to lose his voice. “Oh, here it comes Mr. B!”
Stacey jams Bolen’s ass all the way down onto the nozzle and presses the nozzle down, flooding Bolen’s ass with lavender-scented hand lotion, filling his rectum and forcing the excess into his colon. She moans loudly, as if she were in the trows of orgasm herself.
“OH MR. B! OH FUCK YEAH, BABY!” She cries, then pumps another load into Bolen, forcing massive amounts of the fluid through his colon and into his stomach, filling it to capacity and distending his tiny gut as if he were pregnant. Bolen lets out a blood-curdling scream as she tightens her grip on his torso and jams him further down onto the nozzle before pumping a third squirt into his tiny ass. A loud burp escapes his tiny mouth and his abdomen swells to twice its normal size. He shrieks in pain, babbling incoherently.
“OH YEAH, BABY. UGH!!!” She screams as she continues to work his ass up and down the nozzle, jamming it deep into him with each flick of her wrist, fucking him in the ass with an impossibly large plastic cock, bouncing him up and down on it like a rag doll as she pumps a fourth, then a fifth squirt into his ass. He swells grotesquely in her hand.
On the seventh squirt, Bolen makes a noise no human should be able to make and spits blood out of his mouth before opening it widely as if he’s struggling to breathe. Moments later, a stream of lavender-scented lotion begins to ooze steadily out of his mouth.
The girls get really excited about this development.
“HOLY FUCK!” Camera Girl says. “Close the little bitch’s mouth! It’s getting out!”
The girl to Stacey’s left reaches over and uses her thumb and forefinger to force Bolen’s mouth shut and pinches his nose closed as Stacey pumps squirts eight and nine into his tiny, ruined asshole.
On pump 10, he begins to seize and convulse in her hand. His arms and legs begin to swell.
“OH FUCK, THIS IS MAKING ME WET!” Stacey shouts, shifting uneasily in her seat. “TAKE IT YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH! TAKE IT!!!”
She squeezes Bolen’s body as Camera Girl zooms in closer on his face. Tears stream down his cheeks as his eyes bulge wide. Clearly, he is still conscious and feeling every bit of what’s happening to him. And, just as clearly, these girls think it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever seen or done in their lives.
He means nothing to them.
"OH FUCK, BRITNEY! FUCK! PLEASE GET OVER HERE! PLEASE!” Stacey begs as a blonde gets up and comes to her side, smiling.
“What’s the matter, Stacey? You need some help there, babe?” Britney coos, kneeling beside Stacey.
She reaches under the table and, if I understand Stacey’s expression accurately, plunges her fingers into her friend. Stacey moans loudly and starts shaking. She starts jamming Bolen down onto the nozzle hard and repeatedly pumps more lotion up his devastated asshole.
Eleven, 12, 13, 14... the squirts keep coming as Bolen swells grotesquely and Stacey shakes and moans uncontrollably, wracked with orgasm after orgasm. With a final, gut wrenching shriek, Bolen’s abdomen bursts in Stacey’s hand, setting off another orgasm for the ring leader.
“BOOM, BITCH! That’s the end of the road for you, Mr. B!” Camera Girl shouts victoriously as she zooms in on Bolen’s face.
His eyes roll back in his head and lotion oozes from his open mouth, his nostrils and his ears. His torn, broken body falls to the table with an audible splat. Copious amounts of lotion begin to pool around him as the tell-tale reddish glow appears. A familiar sight unfolds before us as what’s left of Bolen’s broken, abused body begins to first melt, then coalesce into the dark red pool we’ve seen so many times.
Moments later, a shiny gold coin lies in a pool of lavender-scented lotion where Bolen’s body used to be.
“FUCK YEAH, BITCHES!” Camera Girl yells, victoriously. “There you go! Now you know! You ain’t gotta step on the little bitches to get paid! You can do ‘em anyway you want. Just do ‘em!”
Laughter and cheers erupt as the camera moves rapidly around to face its operator.
“NIKE THEM BITCHES UP, GIRLS!” Camera Girl shouts enthusiastically. “JUST DO ‘EM!!!”