Nutsack Knockout - The Final Round

 

Catch up on the last installment here!

ROUND 10 and 11 

It was obvious by the low scores and the sorry condition of the remaining eight nuts that the game was approaching its end. Dominik wasted no time introducing round ten and the cold calculating computer picked the squares for the next round. Kabe was due two blows, the massive mallet further pulverizing his right nut but still his left nut refused to crack.

Diego squealed like a pig as his five hits took his score to three. Dangerously low.

Zach’s handsome face was a mask of terror as Dominik rained down seventeen lineage ending blows to his already destroyed testicles. There was nothing larger than the tip of finger inside the adorable blonde’s once overstuffed bag. Most alarming for him was that his score had dropped to three! 

Dominik stood in front of Nigel and gave him a feigned look of empathy as he delivered twelve devastating mallet blows, lowering his score to five. Dominik took sick pleasure in absolutely wrecking the guy whom he had lusted over and wanted to take to his dressing room.

SPLOTCH

On the tenth hit Nigel’s rupturing scrotum finally failed in several places allowing totally liquified testicle matter to squirt out. Dominik’s mallet was covered in the gunky liquid and Nigel mercifully blacked out.

“Next round! And I think this is gonna’ be the end of the game!” Dominik cheered. 

The audience was wild; they knew that Diego, Nigel and Zach’s low scores meant they were probably not gonna last the next round and as soon as the computer showed the results of round eleven’s drawing the studio erupted. The sounds of cheering, mass masturbation , laughter and shouting was so loud it sounded like a jet engine was taking off inside the studio. 

Diego’s score dropped to negative five. Zach was instantly eliminated by a red star penalty. Nigel’s score plummeted to a devastating negative fifteen and Kabe was barely in the game with a score of six. 

This was obviously the last round of the game; only Kabe still had a score above zero. Every other contestant had been eliminated. Dominik didn’t even bother delivering the final blows to the three losers, instead he jumped straight their grand finales.

Diego and Zach pleaded with Dominik as he and the assistants readied to deliver more catastrophic, gory castrations. Nigel had been stirred back to consciousness - barely - by the ruckus in the studio. The audience was calling out their favorites for who they wanted to see get destroyed first and the studio was filled with their maniacal shouting.

“Pop Zach!” 

“Ruin Diego!” 

As Dominik paced the stage, the screens were showing close ups of Diego and Zach’s horrified expressions, each of their handsome faces contorted in terror. Nigel’s face was shown too, though his dazed expression seemed to barely register the gravity of the situation. 

After making the three about-to-be-eliminated men wait an excruciatingly long time, Dominik decided to start with Zach and walked up to the powerless twenty-one year old and gave him a wicked grin. It was obvious from the literally dented appearance of Zach’s ball bag that his nuts had been permanently damaged already but there were still viable chunks that could have perhaps pumped out a kid or two. Dominik wasn’t going to let that happen. 

“BYE BYE ZACH!” flashed on the screen in giant letters next to a stunningly handsome headshot of a smiling Zach, clearly taken before Nutsack Knockout had been filmed. Dominik explained that Zach was a personal trainer, highly sought after in fact, and the screens showed clips of his YouTube workout videos, most of them with hundreds of thousands of views; visible in all of them through his shorts was his enormous bulge.

As Zach struggled and begged, Dominik took a comically large knife and effortlessly sliced the bottom of his scrotum, allowing his heavy busted testicles to dangle free from his body. They were both visibly flattened, bruised and misshapen but they looked like there was a slight chance at least something could have been saved. As Zach screamed from the completely bizarre sensation of feeling air on his exposed testicles, Dominik squatted down holding a blender, a somewhat short, small machine with a cup that would have been the perfect size for making a protein shake.

Zach shook his head violently as he felt his nuts crammed into the blending cup, one of the blades slicing his right nut nearly in half as Dominik forced the giant orbs into position.

WHIIR--SPLOTCH

Testicle gore went flying everywhere as Dominik turned on the machine. At the same time the screen was displaying a video of Zach drinking a post-workout smoothie and telling his millions of followers the importance of a good diet.

The audience roared in laughter as the video of a smiling, sweaty Zach drinking a thick protein shake played in a loop next to multiple close up shots of his nuts being turned into a protein shake. Huge chunks and countless thick tendrils and gallons of viscera and mush were plastering Zach, Dominik and most of the stage. After a few minutes, when there was nothing left in the cup but a relatively small amount of liquid, Dominik turned off the machine, wiped Zach’s dripping nut gunk off his face and turned to the audience.

“Oops! I forgot the lid!”

As Zach was being carried off the stage, one of the guys helping him slipped and fell on Zach’s sack splatter, causing the hapless fitness coach to tumble to the ground to riotous laughter from the crowd. In a final indignity, Zach was led off the stage with his face dripping with the former contents of his scrotum. 

Diego was up next. Even though the handsome Mexican’s tight nuts had been blown into chunks at least a few of the pieces could have still cranked out viable baby batter if Dominik had stopped immediately and Diego was rushed to a hospital. Instead, Dominik stepped in front of him and admired his trapped, fit body. His once neatly styled hair with its blonde spiked ends was laying flat, matted to his forehead by sweat. His pleading caused his voice to grow hoarse and all he could do was whimper as Dominik prepared for his destruction. Diego was a talented pianist and the crew had prepared a devastating musical instrument themed denutting.

Dominik took a length of piano wire with a sharp hook on the end and held it up to Diego’s face. The terrified twenty year old let out a scream as Dominik proceeded to ram the wire through his right nut, into his left nut and out the other side before plunging it back into his left nut and out the back. Dominik continued until Diego’s bag was filled and wrapped with razor sharp wire with two ends sticking out either side which he attached to two modified turntables capable of spinning with much more force than any record player would ever need. As they spun the wire inside Diego’s sack was pulled taught, snapping and rupturing every piece of testicle they happened to be looped around. Diego screamed as his nuts were eviscerated, sliced and diced from the inside out as Dominik took two drumsticks and hummed as he pounded them into Diego’s dying nuts. The drumsticks would have just caused mild pain to an undamaged sack but each strike to his sliced and squeezed nuts made Diego think he was going to die. Finally, the sharp tightening wire that had been looped around and through Diego’s nuts had caused too much damage and was applying too much pressure. His sack explosively burst into a shower of chunks which landed in a heap at his feet. 

“Guess that’s the end of your song, hey stud?” Dominik chuckled as he gave Diego a peck on the cheek before standing aside and letting the crew clean up. 

That left only Nigel. The forty-something year old sack that had once been packed with a pair of huge nuts was full of nothing but mush. Unlike Zach or Diego, Nigel already had nothing left to save but his sack was still loaded with material and Dominik was determined to remedy that in the most destructive way possible. Dominik stood in front of the tall stud, admiring his mounding chest and strong legs with his useless sack hanging low between his legs. Nigel barely stirred as a cart with four flasks of liquid was rolled out each marked one through four so that Dominik would know which order to use them. Dominik carefully donned gloves as he picked up the first vile, a colorless liquid that let off a strong smell. 

Nigel was totally helpless as Dominik poured the contents, no more than eight ounces, all over his bag. Nigel’s eyes lit up and he screamed, jolted back to consciousness as the unknown liquid caused all of the hair on his furry bag to sizzle and start to detach. Within minutes the powerful hair remover had rendered Dominik’s bag totally hairless and red. 

“Bet you never thought anything like this would happen as you were getting your PhD in chemistry, did you?” Dominik joked as he poured the second substance onto Dominik’s scrotum. Whatever it was it seemed perfectly designed to quickly devolve human skin and Nigel wailed as large slabs of his scrotum started to fall to the ground revealing his barely intact testicle walls which were full of liquified nuts. By the third chemical all Hell broke loose. The chemical was causing Nigel’s bag to sizzle and smoke and his scrotum lost all structural integrity followed immediately by the outer wall of his testicles. Before Dominik could even pour on the final chemical, Nigel’s nuts, for lack of a better term, disintegrated.

The low hanging bag, which was full of mostly mush, melted open at multiple spots allowing all of the contents to gush out like a ruptured water balloon. A thick goop was squirting out of Nigel's bag as Dominik poured on the final fluid which totally disintegrated what was left of Nigel’s scrotum and testicle membranes. An absolutely huge, disgusting mess fell out of what was left of Nigel’s scrotum landing on the floor with wet splats and splattering Dominik’s boots. Nigel’s nuts had been large but even Dominik was taken aback at the size of the mess.

Nigel blacked out as Dominik grinned, pouring the remaining vile, which was still mostly full, onto Nigel’s limp thick cock, focused on the base. The skin started to bubble and peel away, and his heavy dick sagged from the loss of support. To be sure, Dominik grabbed the head of Nigel's dick, being sure not to get any of the liquid on himself, and gave Nigel's cock a hard squeeze causing a large tear to form at its weakened base. Dominik grinned as he gave Nigel's cock a final yank, cementing his future as a total bottom.

The crowd was going wild. Although Zach, Nigel and Diego had been taken off stage to be patched up, the giant messes they left behind were left untouched. The camera panned the stage as Dominik gave commentary as he walked from pile to pile describing what he saw. 

“Hey! I think I can almost make out something here...” Dominik started before slamming his boot into the small chunk he was able to make out to thunderous applause.

After he was sure he had thoroughly stomped anything even resembling a reproductive organ into splattered gore, Dominik approached Kabe. The hot, tattooed thirty year old had the last testicle still in one piece.  His right nut had cracked into pieces but his left nut was still whole, though hideously swollen, bruised and purple. But he was still due seventeen blows to take his score down to six and end the game.

Dominik was determined to absolutely ruin what was left of Kabe and began to plunge his mallet into the writhing stud’s junk.

CRUNCH

CRACK

SPLOTCH

Despite his best efforts, Dominik wasn’t able to get Kabe’s last nut to crack, even though his right nut was being pulverized into paste.

CRUNCH

Kabe screamed as Dominik landed the mallet squarely aiming at Kabe’s huge, swollen, defenseless but as yet uncracked nut. He could feel Kabe’s nut deforming and flattening under the mallet but alas it refused to break. Shockingly Kabe’s monster fourteen inch dick had sprung to full attention as if desperately trying to fertilize something - anything - before his last nut was pulverized.

Dominik still had three more blows to deliver to Kabe's about-to-fail left nut and made sure to make them count. He was grunting from effort as Kabe's left nut flattened horribly against the wall.

"OOOOH!" Kabe screamed as his nut nearly cracked.

At the same time his cock spontaneously erupted with pink cum, his donkey cock bouncing wildly from the final impact of the mallet. Dominik could feel Kabe's lefty warping as it got flatter and flatter but alas the tough man nugget hadn't burst. It was swollen, would have permanent scar tissue and probably be less virile but it was the last surviving testicle out of the twenty that had sauntered on stage earlier that evening. 

The audience roared in approval as a closeup of Dominik's last whole nut was shown on the screen. Some out of genuine admiration but others anxious to see just how much more his nut could have taken.

Dominik was genuinely disappointed at the site of the lone nut and seriously contemplated slamming his mallet into Kabe's nuts over and over until it finally broke. It would have been thoroughly against the rules, and his contract, but Dominik was gripping the mallet with both hands contemplating long and hard about what he was going to do next.

The lawyer watched nervously, but didn't intervene, as it became obvious what Dominik was contemplating. Kabe, who had won fair and square, realized what was happening too and started screaming and pulling desperately at this restraints.

"No! Stop! I won! Let me go!"

Dominik aimed up his shot. Kabe was horrified, confused and angry. He'd won, the game should have ended according to the book length contract he'd signed. Instead of winning a giant cheque he was about to have his nut - his last nut - stamped out.

Why wasn't anyone stopping this?

"Let me down! Please don't!"

Kabe started sobbing, totally defeated as Dominik swung the mallet stopping just inches from his bloated nut. He looked up and gave Kabe a cold, malicious expression as he approached him. Dominik leaned in and whispered into Kabe's ear.

"You're lucky I didn't just finish you, woulda' been worth it..." 

Dominik's tone sent a shiver down Kabe's spine. Kabe wasn't sure if Dominik was just hamming up his mean-guy persona or if he had really been seconds away from Dominik going rogue.

Kabe only sobbed in relief and terror as Dominik turned to the audience.

“Well, I guess we have our winner!”

Despite his annoyance, Dominik couldn't help but admire to the endurance of Kabe’s nut. The crowd cheered and clapped as the screen showed a closeup of Kabe’s bruised but still whole left nut hanging extremely low and heavy in the sack.

The crowd was impressed and amazed at the fact that the young lad still had a working nut as he was untied and led off stage to recover. 

“Well folks, Kabe is due an amazing prize for winning the first episode of Nutsack Knockout! Be sure to tune in next week when we put another group of guys to the ultimate test!”

Dominik’s cock raged at the prospect of cracking another twenty nuts wide open as music played and the curtain fell over the stage. Within seconds the horny lawyer, who despite enjoying the show as an audience member was still representing the company's interests, walked up to Dominik.

"Excellent job, but you gotta' play by the rules. No more pulling off dicks..."

Dominik blushed, "It was barely detached..."

"...and no punishing guys more than their points total dictates. It's in their contracts and we don't need a lawsuit."

Dominik chuckled. He had just castrated nine dudes live, all of the evidence witnessed by an audience and recorded in 8K, yet the company was concerned about a lawsuit from a minor rule deviation. Show business is crazy, he thought. Dominik apologized, after all he didn't want to miss out on his fat paycheck or the chance to keep cracking sacks. As the lawyer turned to leave Dominik asked him a question in a hushed tone.

"Hey, could you get Kabe's home address from his file?"

The lawyer seemed briefly puzzled before a broad, mischievous grin spread across his face. He took a step toward Dominik so they could speak at a whisper as the crew swirled around them to prepare for next week's episode.

"Why? You wanna' check up on him sometime?" he grinned.

"Yeah, I mean I hate leaving things half finished,"

They both chuckled and shook hands. Unbeknownst to Kabe, a countdown had started toward the explosive end of his last nut...

Nutsack Knockout - Round 9

 

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ROUND 9 

The remaining seven players were given a mercifully long reprieve before the next round started. The lawyer, whose slacks were sheened from yet another blown load, hopped on stage and congratulated Dominik on his hosting - and ball busting - skills. He also swapped out Dominik’s lighter hammer with the heavier one.

“We’re at round nine, there’s barely anything left of these guys anyway. Make ‘em splatter!”

Dominik grinned as the intro music played. The contestants moaned as the computer once again selected squares for them. Kyle let out a tortured scream; he had been given a red star penalty and his score dropped to zero. Dominik roared in approval as he eyed Kyle's fat, heavy Black nuts swinging totally helpless between his toned legs. Meanwhile Raphael had drawn a twenty, causing his score to drop to negative two so he was also on the chopping block. 

Dominik was in such a hurry to finish off Kyle and Raphael that he slammed through the other contestants as fast as he could. Kabe wailed as his crumbling nuts were struck sixteen times, thoroughly destroying his right nut but his left nut held on valiantly. Raphael screamed and pleaded as his nuts, which had swollen to three times their size, were bashed in twenty times, leaving virtually nothing solid left of his Aussie teen testicles. 

Diego was next, and the two blows from the significantly heavier hammer was enough to cause his left nut to explode into paste. Zach’s dented sack was further flattened as Dominik slammed the hammer onto them ten more times. Dominik walked up to Kyle and gave him an evil grin, looking up at the icon of a flame above his head. 

Nigel’s totally mushed bag bounded wildly back and forth as Dominik mercilessly slammed it nine times. He was doing it so fast and violently he hadn’t noticed Nigel’s beyond battered bag was starting to split open at the seam. The audience did though and were ravenous for the next round to watch Nigel’s sack finally burst open like a purple pinata.

But now it was time to messily destroy Raphael and Kyle's manhood.

Dominik stood back and put his hand under his chin, looking back and forth between Raphael and Kyle as if making a major decision; which pair was he going to destroy first.

“Audience, some help here...”

“Crush the teen!”

“Fuck up Kyle!”

“Smash Raphael first!”

The more the audience shouted the more excited Dominik became.

“Let’s start with Kyle, I think you all are gonna’ love what we cooked up for him!”

The audience cheered as the stage assistants handed Dominik a small bottle and something that looked like a small red fire extinguisher. It was a blowtorch! Kyle’s face went blank as Dominik emptied the contents on the bottle, a sticky sharp smelling substance Kyle instantly recognized as some kind of kerosene based fire-starting liquid all over his sack. He'd used it to start camp fires several times but never imagined it'd be used on his baby makers.

“So Kyle here is a fireman, so we thought up an extra special punishment for him!”

Kyle was bawling as Dominik lit the blowtorch and held it dangerously close to his nuts causing them to drop even lower in the bag from the intense heat. Meanwhile a large contraption with a thick hose leading out the back was wheeled in front of Kyle, just a few feet away. A large pipe like protrusion was sticking out the front, presumably ready to eject something right at Kyle’s sack. Some in the audience thought it would be baseballs or maybe a giant flame thrower but only Dominik and the crew knew for sure.

“It’s about to get hot in here!” Dominik laughed, finally stopping his teasing and letting the flame touch Kyle’s fuel-covered balls. The huge black things instantly erupted into a fireball. 

Kyle was screaming like a banshee as his scrotum was burned by such enormous heat that charred pieces started falling off. His sperm and testicle mush was boiling, causing his sack to puff up unnaturally. It was getting so swollen that Dominik thought....

POP

A large crack formed on Kyle’s bag and a blast of superheated testicle goop rocketed out from the building pressure. 

“Fuck! Guess we gotta' put this fire out!”

Dominik let the inferno continue roasting Kyle’s sack before pressing a button on the strange machine with the hose. Instantly a jet of water several times more powerful than a fire hose rocketed forward and smashed into Kyle’s flaming genitals. The fire was instantly extinguished, but the jet was so powerful that the structural integrity of Kyle’s charred nuts was also immediately extinguished. His bag burst into a shower of smoldering, thoroughly cooked meaty chunks, the blast of water was so powerful it was cracking the wall that had been behind Kyle’s once-swinging balls. Then just as instantly as it had turned on, the water jet stopped. Dominik had known what was going to happen but even he was slack jawed in awe at how insanely powerful the mega hose had been. He was glad the machine had been properly aimed because a few inches off and Kyle’s muscular thigh muscles could have been peeled from the bone.  Kyle looked down in absolute shock before blacking out. 

As he was taken off the stage Dominik walked over to Raphael. The Australian teenager was shaking like a leaf, his lips trembling as Dominik took his two swollen nuts in his calloused hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. 

“So Raphael here is a prize-winning hunter, he’s taken down everything from African wild game to deer over in America...”

As Dominik spoke, someone darted on stage and handed him a double barrel shotgun. Without further ado, Dominik nuzzled the gun such that one of Raphael's fat nuts was resting on top of a barrel. Raphael pleaded as Dominik and the audience counted down.

“Three... two.... One...!”

BOOOM! 

There was a flash of light and a thunderous blast as the two explosive shells slammed into the Australian’s nuts, instantly turning them into a fine mist. Raphael was shocked by the utter devastation, there weren't even chunks left, as the disastrous castration was replayed on the screen in ultra slow motion, letting the audience see how his nuts had turned from swollen, fat organs into a spray with virtually nothing in between. No chunks. No splattered inside pieces. Just nothing but spray. 

Raphael was too stunned to even black out and his face, dripping with the splattered remains of his nuts, was contorted into horror and shock as he was quickly untied and taken off stage.  Dominik looked around at the splattered ruins where Raphael and Kyle had been standing, his cock hard at the prospect of having several more sacks to end in similar fashion. 

Come back next week for the grand finale!

Nutsack Knockout - Rounds 7 & 8

 

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ROUND 7 AND 8

The time before the next round was longer than usual. The lawyer took advantage of his position with the company to hop on stage and get a front-row look at the devastating mess before cleaners removed it. The audience roared in laughter as maintenance technicians were shown literally scraping testicle matter off the floor like gum. Hoses were used to remove the rest of Greg’s man mater and soon the stage was pristinely clean with no evidence four testicles had just been mutilated beyond recognition.

Dominik scanned the remaining scores and reminded the audience that if a player dropped to zero points they would be violently castrated as punishment. Juan was in terror as he realized he only had eighteen points left! He had lost nineteen on the last round alone; one more draw like that and it was lights out for his profoundly fat, half-ruined but still salvageable nuts. 

Like with the last round the computer picked each player’s squares since none of them were capable of doing anything more than moaning and pleading. Juan got fourteen hits to his hideously swollen busted spuds and he shrieked in terror to see his score drop to four. There was no way he was gonna’ survive another round intact.

Kabe was up next and though he was only owed two strikes, Dominik made sure to deliver them with devastating impact, causing the tall stud’s huge, round nuts to bounce wildly. Sweat was pouring down his tattooed body and he was slumped forward in defeated exhaustion.

Dominik went down the line slamming his mallet into the remaining nut sacks. None of them dropped below zero but that didn’t mean they were spared.

Raphael let out a high pitch squeal as his cracked nuts were further pulped in his massive bag. 

Diego screamed as his enormous Mexican nuts were flattened under the mallet; his burst right nut turning to soup and his left barely hanging onto its shape.

By the time Dominik delivered seventeen blows to Nigel's middle aged former baby-makers it seemed like overkill. Though his sack was still nice and fat, it was obvious that his testicles were mostly pulp jiggling in his sack with barely anything left to actually damage. 

Since no one was eliminated that round, there was no delay before the computer picked squares for round eight. Juan let out a shriek of terror as his score dropped to negative one. What was left of his egg sized Latin nuts was about to be pulverized like the other guys who had lost. Dominik smiled as he delivered Juan’s five blows, further shattering his left nut and knowing that the worst was yet to come. 

Kabe’s right nut, which had held out longer than Dominik thought it would, was toast, battered into oblivion by sixteen powerful blows though his left was still hanging on. Raphael’s dense teenaged nuts continued to split into pieces as his bag also received sixteen blows. 

Diego squealed as his score dropped to ten after seven hits; his left nut rupturing like a giant cracked egg in his tight, swollen bag and Zach’s right nut caved in - literally denting - after only one devastating hit. His testicle has been quivering on the edge of destruction and finally it just couldn’t take any more. Dominik and the audience laughed at the site of the permanently indented bag. 

Kyle’s hefty nuts were only due eight mallet strikes but that was enough to turn the already exploded testicle remains into so much chunky mess, his ridiculously swollen sack looked huge and round despite the fact there was very little actual intact testicle matter inside. 

Nigel was next. There was an actual sloshing sound as his thoroughly pasted, liquified organs were just battered around ten times, the remaining chunks bouncing wildly inside the sack sauce that was filling his plump scrotum. The utterly annihilated stud gave a weak whimper as Dominik delivered the final blows.

After he was done, Dominik walked up to Juan and stroked the back of his hand gently across Juan’s cheek. 

“Oh I can’t wait until you see what we have for you!” he smiled wickedly as he looked up at the snowflake icon on Juan's pedestal.

Juan shuddered in terror, desperately trying to close his legs as two assistants carried a large metal canister on stage. They were wheeling it in on a small platform and as soon as the canister was positioned under Juan’s broken, hanging nuts they departed. A moment later another stage assistant walked up to Juan and roughly forced him to swallow something; it was the same pill that had gotten all the contestants so aroused earlier but in a stronger dose. Within minutes, Juan's dick sprang to life despite the screaming pain in his nuts.

Dominik chuckled at the site of Juan's massive erection as he turned to the crowd. 

“So Juan here is a bartender, and you know that the best drinks are always served cold!”

The audience roared as Dominik put on a pair of thick protective gloves and removed the lid of the container. It was liquid nitrogen, nearly negative two hundred degrees Celsius and Dominik slowly lifted the container toward Juan’s nuts. Juan's panicked dick shot a final enormous load. Dominik chuckled as Juan's fat dick spewed rope after rope of cum, some of it landing on the container and instantly freezing.

Through his orgasm, Juan pleaded and screamed, letting out a blood curdling cry as his eggs were finally immersed in the freezing container whilst his cock was still shooting. Within seconds his broken, ruptured bag was frozen nearly solid. As if reacting to pure instinct, desperate to fertilize something before the end, Juan's cock shot off three impressive, very thick streamers of cum that landed with loud splats on the stage. To be sure Dominik held the container in place a few more minutes before carefully setting it back down and wheeling it out of the way. Juan’s eyes were huge saucers - he couldn’t even comprehend the pain he had just experienced. It felt as if his nuts had erupted into flame and then... nothing. He couldn’t feel the now rock-solid testicles anymore. His spent cock was still semihard despite the complete destruction of his nuts.

Dominik admired the bizarre site. Juan’s nuts looked like two pieces of stone, still smoking from the intense cold. Without warning Dominik slammed the mallet into Juan’s defenseless ball bag and the handsome stud let out a wail of terror as his huge nuts shattered like glass.

The audience loved it as dozens of pieces of Juan’s testicles landed with distinct high pitch impacts, literally like large pieces of glass. As they struck the ground the pieces further shattered. It looked like someone had dropped a large ceramic statue of a pair of pristine nuts and now there was nothing left but a shattered mess. Juan blacked out, the last thing he saw was an unrecognizable pile of what looked to be brown glass that had shattered all over the stage in front of him.

“Well, I guess those ice cubes are done!” Dominik chuckled as Juan was led off the stage, a thick string of mutilated cum hanging off his dick. A janitor swept Juan’s shattered testicles off the stage and the audience was going wild. They’d never seen anything like it and they were eyeing the remaining contestants eagerly to see what other nasty surprises Dominik had up his sleeve.

“We’ll be right back after these messages!” Dominik announced cheerfully as upbeat music played and the crew prepared for the next round.

Come back next week for the next round!

Nutsack Knockout - Round 6

 

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ROUND 6

Before the next round started, the horny corporate lawyer joined Dominik on the stage and patted him on the back. “Dominik, how you finished that last guy was fucking perfect! Our data shows it’s the most replayed moment on streaming we’ve had this year! Our sponsors love this!” The lawyer’s slacks were wet from the load he had spilled watching Alex’s violent nutting. “Keep up the good work!” Dominik’s spent cock lurched as he looked at the pile of gunk, formerly known as Alex’s nuts, that was on the floor. He had never damaged a dude that much but it made him hornier than ever and also a little concerned. Alex just had a hole blown into his body, clearly that constituted a medical emergency. “Um, you have medics here, right? Like I just broke that dude’s sack like a pinata...” As if on cue, Alex was quickly untied and carted off the stage, much to Dominik’s relief. He knew these guys had signed up to have their worlds wrecked but actually seeing a dude’s sack burst open made him concerned about the practical ramifications of a guy having his scrotum blown to pieces. The lawyer, despite being incredibly turned on by the prospect of more sacks bursting open like pinatas, got instantly serious. “Death is bad for ratings. Don’t worry, all of your play toys are gonna' be able to go home to mommy," he laughed. Dominik smiled but looked over at Nigel with a tiny amount of guilt. He wasn’t opposed to ruining his junk - after all that was Dominik’s literal job - but now that Nigel had nothing left in his bag, Dominik wasn’t sure what else he was supposed to do with them. The lawyer seemed to pick up on Dominik's thought. “Just keep pounding them! We made these pedestals white for a reason, Dominik! Our audience wants to see the splatter! They want the mess!” The lawyer winked as he pointed at the wall that had been behind Alex, its gleaming white surface was sprayed with testicle gore, dripping with chunks and oozing with goo. The lawyer was about to retake his seat but turned to Dominik and said; “But we need to keep the sacks at least somewhat recognizable for the rest of the game so...” The man motioned for one of the stage hands to come up, who traded Dominik with a mallet that looked identical to the one that he had but was significantly lighter. Dominik smiled as the handsome stage hand disappeared behind the scenes. A rousing musical score marked the official beginning of round six. Dominik was again alone on the stage with the remaining nine players, a pile of gunk still on the floor where Alex had been tied up, and bounced the mallet against the palm of his hand, smiling evilly at the contestants who hadn’t realize the mallet had been switched to something far less devastating but still visually intimidating. Most of the men were in too much agony to pick their own squares, so the computer selected them. The box selected for Kabe was the yellow star penalty item and the system randomly selected two players - Greg and Lorenzo - to have their scores drop instantly to zero! The two hollered in terror after seeing how completely Dominik had destroyed Alex’s man bag and knew they were next. Dominik flashed Lorenzo a wicked grin. He was going to punish the other guys on stage first before relieving Lorenzo and Greg of their bloated testicles. Juan endured nineteen blows and though his nuts had been cracked, the much lighter mallet achieved its goal; it gave an impressive visual for the cameras without inflicting too much more damage to his testicles. Though the mallet was much lighter, Juan’s screams of agony indicated the pain was still unbearable. Lorenzo would have been next had he not been chosen to be eliminated this round. Dominik stood in front of him and cupped Lorenzo's swollen, purple Italian soccer balls in his calloused hands giving them a viscous squeeze, chuckling softly as he looked at Lorenzo in his terrified brown eyes. “P-p-please! Please don’t!” Lorenzo was trembling, pleading with Dominik as he glanced up at the symbol on Lorenzo’s pedestal. It was a simple round circle painted in black. Only Dominik and the crew knew what it meant, but judging by the growing bulge in Dominik’s crotch he was extremely excited to unleash Lorenzo's ultimate punishment. “Oh, I’ll be back for you, stud!” Dominik leaned in and gave Lorenzo a peck on the cheek as he walked over to Kabe. Kabe was next, but since he had chosen a special symbol he wasn’t actually owed any hits. That didn’t stop Dominik from pretending to slam the mallet into his balls multiple times, the audience erupting in laughter each time Kabe’s cute face warped in terror at the non-existent blows. Raphael was next. The Australian’s teen’s cracked nuts bounced wildly under the mallet and he screamed in utter agony even though he could tell the mallet hits weren’t as bad as they had been the previous round though the spectacle of his sack bouncing still made the audience roar in approval Dominik delivered all eleven blows with deadly accuracy, causing hideous welts to spread across his sack. Diego was due seventeen hits. The twenty year old Mexican pleaded with Dominik as he smashed the mallet into his swollen testicles which were still being pulled violently at the bottom of his sack, causing his huge nuts to form two perfect spheres which made Dominik’s aim effortless. Diego wailed in a high pitch squeal as his burst right nut continued to crack; even with the lighter, more cosmetic mallet Dominik was still able to deliver testicle-ending blows to the handsome tall stud. Dominik chuckled to himself as he thought about the ruined state of Diego’s busted nuts He took his place in front of Zach who was owed six blows. The terrified blonde’s sack bounced wildly under the mallet. Greg would have been up next but Dominik just blew him a kiss as if to say ‘kiss your boys goodbye’. Greg pleaded with Dominik but his deep, throating pleas just made Dominik’s cock hard. He wanted to get through the last few guys so he could finish off Lorenzo and Greg. Dominik made his way to Kyle who hollered as both of his fractured gonads were slammed into the wall. He moved on to Nigel whose mushy bag deformed almost completely under each of the fifteen hits he was owed. Nigel’s eyes crossed and he thought he was going to pass out but the drugs he’d been administered kept him perfectly alert. Finally it was the end of the round and time for Greg and Lorenzo, who had both been eliminated, to have their nut sacks totally ruined. Dominik stood in front of Lorenzo first and patted the pleading, ridiculously handsome Italian man on his shoulder as a stage assistant hopped on stage and handed Dominik something. Lorenzo's eyes grew comically huge in terror - so big in fact that the audience was riotous with laughter as Lorenzo's horror-contorted face was shown on the screen, his eyes replaced with cartoonish googly eyes. Dominik strapped on a knee pad that was so heavy it was almost difficult for the athletic man to lift his leg, which he did several times as he practiced his aim, coming just centimeters away from ramming Lorenzo’s swollen, massive baby makers. “So Lorenzo here is a junior league soccer player, so we figured it would be fitting to finish him off with off like I’m juggling a soccer ball,” Dominik continued to practice his aim with the heavy knee pad. The front, the part covering his wide knee, was covered in small metal bumps - and some not so small - that were sure to cause serious damage once Dominik started really kicking. “Let’s count down! Say bye to your nuts!” “Five...” “No! No! Please!” “Four...” “PLEASE!” “Three...” “God, don’t! Please!” Lorenzo screamed. “Two...” Lorenzo was filling the studio with a deep, incoherent babble. “One...!” CRUNCH! CRUNCH Dominik had grabbed both of Lorenzo's shoulders to use for leverage and was rocketing his reinforced knee over and over into Lorenzo's’ crotch, mercilessly squashing his swollen nuts into his pelvis. Lorenzo would have dropped to the ground if not for his tight restraints. CRUNCH Dominik loved the visceral feeling of Lorenzo's truly fat nuts flattening and warping under his knee, flattening out dangerously after each blow. To add to the damage Dominik was using his sizable upper body strength to press Lorenzo downward, perfectly timing it with each kick so that Lorenzo's balls were further flattened. The violent impacts were causing Lorenzo's fat dick to bob up and down, causing the organ to stiffen despite the pain. Multiple camera angles were showing the absolute massacre of two of the biggest intact nuts on the stage but it was obvious they weren’t going to stay that way yet the horny motherfucker's cock continued to throb looking like it was going to shoot at any minute. CRUNCH The metal studs and bumps on the knee pad were applying pin-point pressure all over the thick bruised membranes surrounding Lorenzo's testicles and soon cracks were propagating their internal surface with each blow. Lorenzo screamed and screamed, his pelvic bone was starting to bruise which didn’t bode well for the fat nuts trapped in between yet despite everything, thanks to the drugs he'd been given, his wildly swinging dick was throbbing and dripping precum. CRUNCH Lorenzo’s eyes crossed as his beefy right nut cracked in two, the sensation causing his cock to violently expel it's load in a single, incredibly thick shot of semen that drenched Dominik as he was sweating in effort. Dominik slammed his knee over and over into Lorenzo, nearly shooting when he felt Lorenzo's left nut explode. Dominik could feel Lorenzo's battered orb flatten as it had so many times before only this time it just kept getting flatter and flatter until it erupted into mushy nothingness and Dominik’s knee was nearly flush with Lorenzo’s taught crotch. Lorenzo's right nut lasted dozens of more blows before one half shattered and his cock finally started to deflate. CRUNCH Lorenzo passed out as the last chunk of his right testicle burst into goo. But Dominik just kept going and going, the impacts were loud and sounded mushy and devastating as more and more of Lorenzo's former balls were liquified. Dominik didn’t stop until he felt a warm, surprisingly gooey spray all over his pants when Lorenzo’s sack ruptured open, spilling a copious amount of its insides all over Dominik’s leg, his sculptured thighs and the floor. Moans filled the studio as audience members blew their loads left and right. Some who had already lost it earlier when Alex was eliminated squirted out another load as the disgusting explosion of Lorenzo's sack was played on a loop in glorious slow motion. Although Dominik was strong, Lorenzo’s nuts were tough and his unmanning was not a quick process. It took nearly a half hour to get to the finale which was causing Greg to sweat bullets knowing he was up next. SPLAT Dominik delivered a totally unnecessary final kick to Lorenzo's deflated soccer balls causing a massive slug of unrecognizable sludge to be ejected where it landed with a loud splat on the floor. Before the stagehands could come to take him down Dominik delivered four more full-force knees. SPLAT! By the time Dominik stepped aside to let the crew untie Lorenzo, at least half the contents of his sack were now on the ground in a pile of procreate gore. Dominik pressed his heel into the pile and pressed down delighted by the slight squishing sound as the testicle puree oozed from under his boot. “Your turn!” he smiled as he stood in front of Greg. Greg was shaking like a leaf, all the cockiness he had when he had stepped on stage had melted away. “So Greg here is an internet influencer, he lives for attention! So why don’t we give him some!” On the screens facing the audience ten seemingly random numbers were displayed. There was a moment of confusion before someone in the audience, a beefy blonde teenager whose jeans were already covered in a sheen of jizz jumped up and shouted. The numbers were not random, they were the seat confirmation numbers from the audiences’ tickets and ten of them had been chosen to un-man Greg! The ten men made their way on stage as a table full of instruments was wheeled out. Dominik briefly explained the rules; there weren’t any! The men could use anything on the table, or their fists, boots or whatever else they could find to turn Greg’s already damaged, huge nuts into a stain. The only stipulation was that they couldn’t stand in two specific spots that had been marked on the floor. “We don’t wanna block the cameras!” Dominik laughed. Dominik stepped back as the audience members, some of whom had been watchers of Greg’s online channel, descended on Greg’s defenseless nuts like animals. The teen went first, slamming a hammer into Greg’s cracked nuts full force. Greg screamed as another man struck his sack with a baseball bat. A moment later one of his nuts had been ensnared in a pair of pliers and the other was in a man’s mouth who was biting down on it as hard as he could. SQUICK One of Greg’s nuts cracked completely. Another man used his fist to deliver several punches. They were nothing compared to the hammer blows Dominik had been doing but he wanted to get his bare hands on Greg’s big nuts. Another baseball bat, another hammer. SQUICK The man with the pliers cracked Greg’s right nut into goo. More kicks. More punches with brass knuckles. Two of the guys worked together to slam two large mallets into each other with Greg’s bloated sack trapped in between. CRUNCH Greg’s eyes rolled in his head. His nuts were becoming liquified as the lucky ravenous audience members continued to go to town on him. Once it was visually obvious that there was nothing left of Greg’s boys Dominik took two heavy, sharp hooks and ruthlessly plunged them into what was left of Greg’s plums. They stuck out like giant macabre piercings and attached to each end was a thick long length of rope. At first the watching men were confused before Dominik explained that five of them would grab one rope and the other would grab the other and start pulling in opposite directions. Greg wailed as the men pulled his mutilated balls apart, his sack stretching further and further until his scrotum catastrophically ripped, sending all ten audience members tumbling to the ground in laughter like children whose tug of war rope had broken. Greg passed out as everything that had been inside his bag spilled onto the ground, there were just shreds still attached of his enormous scrotum and the size of the mess was unbelievable. Each man took a turn stomping it on their way back to the risers and by the last one - the blonde teen - had stomped down Greg’s nut gunk was beyond unrecognizable. Dominik rubbed his cock through his jeans as Greg was untied and finally taken off stage, the handsome red head looking like he was just sleeping as he was carted off stage. “Not exactly the kind of audience participation Greg was looking for, huh?” Dominik laughed.

Come back next week for the next round!