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!

Nutsack Knockout - Round 5

 

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ROUND 5

The break between round four and five was shorter than normal, since the men weren’t given any time to change their minds, not to mention the soaring ratings were causing the cost of advertising to skyrocket and sponsors weren't wanting to blow too much of their budgets before the testicle confetti really started to fly. Dominik briefly left the stage as Alex and Kabe moaned loudly in agony.

The contestants only had a few minutes of respite before the music resumed and Dominik took his place on the stage...

“Fuck!” Diego pleaded.

“Noo!” Zach sobbed

“What the fuck!” Raphael screamed.

Dominik was holding a large wooden mallet with a metal head covered in small spikes like a giant meat tenderizer. It was also evident by the way Dominik was carrying it that this mallet was significantly heavier than the others. Dominik’s eyes gleaned mischievously as Juan started the round selecting his square, followed by Lorenzo and down the line.

When the players point deductions were shown Alex let out a blood curdling scream so tremendous it actually made a particularly sadistic audience member cream his pants hands free. Alex had gotten a red star penalty, meaning his score instantly dropped to zero. 

The twenty-eight year old blond with his monstrously huge low hangers and massive ten inch fuck stick was going to be the first eliminated. 

The screens were broadcasting Alex’s stunningly handsome face contorted in absolute terror. He was pulling wildly at his bonds but the well-designed system of ropes hardly budged, instead all Alex was accomplishing was making his fit hewn body look even more attractive as every muscle flexed and glistened.

“Looks like Alex just lost all his points, darn!” Dominik laughed mockingly.

He walked up to Alex and gave the terrified stud a withering look. Dominik had nothing against Alex, in fact he was kind of cute, but he’d chosen his fate by continuing to stay in the game and Dominik was more than willing to dole out the consequences. But before he could deal with Alex, he had to administer blows to the other nine contestants.

Juan was up first. Seventeen hits. His left nut shattered into chunky pieces and his right egg split in two. His heavy eggs would never be the same again. At the same time his swollen foot long dong unleashed a pitiful load, only a single thick rope of sperm, as it tried desperately to fertilize something before the bitter end.

Lorenzo was next and the handsome Italian had to take eight blows from the new and improved, heavier mallet. The small spikes were leaving hideous indentations on his scrotum but remarkably his massive, swollen baby makers didn’t totally crack.

Dominik walked up to Alex, whose score now showed zero and snickered.

“I’ll do you last, son” he said as he gave Alex a kiss on the neck. Dominik’s cock lurched; Alex smelled amazing, his nuts were so heavy and vulnerable and Dominik knew he was just moments away from ending Alex’s family tree in a disgusting fashion on live television. Even though the players and audience didn’t know the meaning of the ‘ultimate punishment’ symbols etched into each player’s podium, Dominik did and knew young Alex was in for a world of devastation. 

Dominik went down the line delivering blows from his new mallet. It was so heavy that he struggled to wield it. Diego’s right nut didn’t just crack; it exploded. The camera’s showed it in slow motion as the organ pancaked and lost its shape, leaving behind just chunks in the bag. Kyle’s busted left testicle finally gave up and shattered into meaty pieces, his bag was an indistinguishable mound of destroyed nut meat floating around. Greg serenaded the audience with a deep, rich cacophony of screams as his left nut disintegrated, the radial cracks on its outer wall reaching critical mass and the thick protective membranes collapsing, causing the stud’s battered nut meat to overflow into this bag. 

But nothing could have prepared Dominik for what happened to poor Nigel, especially since his nuts looked - relatively speaking - not that bad.

The handsome DILF was owed nineteen hits, the most he’d ever taken in a single round, and the improved mallet caused significant damage. Nigel wailed and pleaded, begging Dominik to stop as his scrotum erupted in welts and bruises from the mallet’s spikes. Nigel had picked up on Dominik’s lust over him and was desperately trying to plea for Dominik to stop but all his high pitched, urgent screams just made Dominik more determined.

“Pop it!” 

“Oh fuck!” an audience member blew his load watching Nigel’s sack being flattened on the monitors.

CRUNCH!

Nigel’s right nut cracked.

“Oooh!”

SPLOSH

Nigel’s right nut burst into chunks.

CRUNCH

Nigel squealed like a bitch as his left nut imploded, dented flat against the wall at the same time his cock jettisoned a thick wad of cum.

CRUNCH

Dominik was filled with lust, screaming like a wild man as he slammed the mallet into Nigel's poor sack, every ounce of his impressive strength flowing through the massive mallet.

Nigel's left nut shattered into four chunky pieces.

BLOOOSH

His right nut was further mushed.

Dominik was sweating with effort as he pounded into Nigel’s sack. The flattened thing bounced between the heavy mallet and the wall like a flesh pendulum, each impact causing more of Nigel's once enormous nuts to turn into splattered gore in his bag. By the time Nigel had suffered through all nineteen blows from the mega sized mallet his right nut was toast. Smashed into goo, the thick spaghetti like insides freely floating in his bag. His left was in six large, swollen pieces which were intermingling with righty's gooey remains. His sack was an absolute, shapeless disaster that had swollen to more than twice its normal huge size. His huge dick was starting to grow soft but not before three jets of bright pink jizz mixed with his pulverized nuts painted the stage in front of him. His big pecs were heaving as he sobbed, knowing full well he had just lost everything. But Dominik still had one more hammer blow.

He thought about slamming Nigel’s already ruined bag into the wall, forcing it to flatten out even more, but at the last second changed his target and instead slammed the mallet into Nigel’s deflating, eleven inch dick. 

Nigel might have passed out if not for the drugs in his system. He let out an extremely loud, tortured squeal and his chest was heaving up and down. His cock was cracked in the middle, as if someone had grabbed it and snapped it like a thick branch. 

“FUCK!”

Two more dudes in the audience lost their loads as they watched the instant replay of Nigel’s complete devastation on the screens. Dominik closed his eyes and tried to hold back but couldn’t. He had just totally ruined Nigel’s hot daddy package and the sensation was just too hot.

“Oh fuck!” 

Dominik’s knees got weak and he leaned forward, one hand bracing Nigel's sweaty pecs, as he absolutely flooded his jeans with sperm. The audience erupted with cheers and catcalls, some of the watching dudes couldn't help but blow their own loads from watching the ball busting legend erupting with cum just from destroying Nigel. 

After he recovered, Dominik turned to Alex, eyeing the swollen nuts he was about to pop. It was ironic that Alex's were going to be the first to go considering his spuds had actually proven to be among some of toughest on the stage. A spotlight shone on the symbol at the top of the slab Alex was strapped to. It was just a black rectangle.

Dominik left the stage and came back with a wheelbarrow full of large cinder blocks. Before continuing, Dominik stood in front of Alex and gently cupped the horrified lad's nuts in his hands. Dominik gave the rotund spuds a gentle squeeze impressed at their sheer size and firmness. Alex became hysterical as Dominik started stacking the blocks between Alex’s legs until his round huge nut bag was resting on top of them. Shockingly, Alex's thick veiny cock defied its master and started swelling to its full, girthy length.

“So each punishment has been tailored to each contestant. Alex here is in construction, his specialty is brick laying...”

Alex's dick twitched in panic.

Without warning Dominik picked up a cinder block and slammed it onto Alex’s nuts, squashing them into the stack of bricks he had built. Alex pleaded and screamed as Dominik just kept slamming the block over and over, pancaking Alex’s nuts in the process and causing his dick to rage. His cock shot out a foot long rope of cum as Dominik continued to slam the brick onto his sack. Dominik was slamming Alex's fat nuts so hard that cum was forcibly ejected in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure.

What the audience hadn't realized was that the seemingly normal cinder block was anything but. The insides were filled with reinforcing steel rods and the concrete mix was several times denser than usual making it at least four times heavier than normal. It was so heavy Dominik was grunting in genuine effort to swing it though he was so pumped from adrenaline he was handling it as if it were light as a feather.

“Oooh!” another man in the audience spilled his seed. 

Alex screamed as his dick pulsed, the thick prostate pounder throbbing as his balls were steadily being pulverized.

Alex screamed as his porn star dick became so engorged it looked like it was going to explode. Luckily a camera man picked up on the increasingly dire state of Alex's cock and turned his camera toward it; the audience was treated to a close up split screen of Alex's flattening nuts and his over-stimulated dick throbbing despite the agony. 

“Oh yeah! I think these are about to burst!” Dominik smiled as he slammed the brick down again.

And again. And again causing even more cum to ooze out of Alex's dick.

Dominik was literally pounding the cum out of him! The entire time Dominik was slamming down the heavy brick, Alex's dick was pulsing out cum, more precisely cum was being physically pounded out of his massive sperm bunkers. The space inside Alex's collapsing sack was getting so compressed that his body was doing anything it could to compensate for the flattening; for Alex that meant expelling the truly epic amount of sperm his enormous testicles had been storing. They held out longer than Dominik thought before finally, despite their frantic expelling of excess liquid, Alex's baby batter tanks couldn't take anymore. 

BLOOOSH

Alex’s right nut became a liquified slurry. A fraction of a second later his dick shot out a truly massive load that painted Dominik's shirt, the mallet and the floor. Alex screamed as his cock continued belching cum as Dominik rained down destruction on his orbs, the forced cum shot causing what was left of his testicles to throb like they were on fire.

CRUNCH

Alex wailed out as his sack burst open, spraying the pile of bricks with gallons of testicle puree and chunks. Dominik was filled with lust and kept slamming the brick over and over onto Alex’s burst-open ball bag. Alex's still raging cock erupted a disgusting mix of seminal fluid and liquified testicles, the chunks doing serious damage to his fuck stick's internal plumbing. As his dick was starting to tear itself apart, his testicles were flying everywhere, totally painting the white slab behind Alex and causing a messy pile of gunky nut mush to form on the top of the bricks.

SPLOOOSH

Alex’s sack was totally flattened and his cock twitched violently, swelling midway up the length. The gross, thick mixture it was trying to vomit out had gotten stuck in his urethra causing a buildup that wasn't going to end well for the virile stud. His earlier explosive orgasms proved his dick was capable of exerting tremendous force and now that same force was desperately trying to expel a liquid that was just too thick.

Alex let out a gut wrenching scream as the sperm tube in his dick ruptured open, filling the inside of his now bent dick with gunk.

Virtually everything that had once been inside Alex's ball bag had been violently ejected, painting the wall and the floor with his former testicles. Dominik let the brick fall one more time and a final slug of unrecognizable testicle gore squirted from under it.

Alex blacked out as his broken cum cannon continued pulsing, trying to blow it's twisted destroyed load, each pulse causing horrible damage to the inside of his dick. The part of his shaft that was above where his urethra had ruptured was turning a hideous shade of purple and the entire thing was bloated with testicle sludge and ruined membranes. The only way Alex would ever be able to fuck again would be in his imagination.

“We’ll be right back after these messages... sorry, looks like I made a mess!” Dominik chuckled at the pile of gelatinous, cum covered goo that was dripping on the bricks where Alex’s nutsack used to be. 

Alex's cock oozed a pinkish liquid - cum mixed with ruined testicle matter and crushed membranes - as it finally deflated.

A wave of laughter swept through the audience. Some guys weren’t just rubbing their cocks through their jeans, they were openly bating their freed cocks as they watched what was left of Alex’s reproductive organs ooze down the pile of bricks. Gooey chunks had landed on his toned abs and were dripping down. Alex’s chances of ever having kids had just been reduced to zero.

Come back next week for the next round!

Nutsack Knockout - Round 4

Catch up on last week's installment here!

ROUND 4

Before the next round started, Dominik walked up to each of the contestants who had already suffered at least a particle rupture and asked them if they wanted to bow out. 

Juan defiantly said ‘no’ even as his cracked left nut throbbed in his sack. Raphael’s teenage cockiness made him unable to admit defeat even as his left nut was starting to break into two. Diego hadn’t even realized his nuts were covered in microfractures but Dominik, who was adept at cracking nuts by hand, told him the sensation was unmistakable. 

Greg and Kyle’s busted righties weren’t enough for the two cocky jocks to quit and Dominik shrugged before stopping at Nigel, whose right nut was just a hair’s breadth from popping but perhaps the pressure release of spilling such a huge load had given a temporary reprieve.

Before the next round started, a sharply dressed man who Dominik recognized as one of the corporate lawyers spoke bluntly toward the ten tied up contestants.  He explained in no uncertain terms that this was their last chance to back out per the contracts they had signed.

“Our ratings are soaring and empty stages don’t get ratings so it's your last chance..."

The ten men all shook their heads no definitely causing the lawyer to chuckle.

The handsome lawyer walked up to Lorenzo and looked deep into the Italian’s eyes. Even through his suit it was evident he was in good shape. He was hot, Lorenzo was hot and for a moment it looked like the company lawyer was going to lean in and kiss him.

CRUNCH

The lawyer smiled wickedly as he planted his knee firmly into Lorenzo’s purple eggs. It was a love tap compared to the mallet but was so unexpected Lorenzo yelped more from shock than pain. The lawyer went down the line giving each player a firm kick to the boys. Nowhere near as devastating as the mallet, but still eliciting shrieks and funny high pitched yelps that made the audience roar in laughter. By the time he had gotten to Nigel and planted his knee into Nigel’s ball bag the audience was overflowing with bloodlust. A huge tent had formed in the lawyer’s slacks and he didn’t even try to hide it as he addressed the players  one more time; music was being piped toward the audience to keep them ignorant of what was happening on stage.

“Like I said, that’s what these people wanna’ see!”

CRUNCH

He slammed his knee into Juan’s crotch again. And again. Before moving over to Raphael.

“Bars across the country are packed right now because people wanna’ see which set breaks open first. Will it be yours, hottie?” 

CRUNCH

The lawyer planted his knee firmly into the Australian teen’s nuts, ramming them toward his pelvis so hard the stack of rings deformed, stressing the structural integrity of the neck of his sack. Raphael moaned. 

“Actually, polling shows the audience really wants to see a young cocky idiot like you get taken down a peg,” the lawyer cackled like a cheesy Hollywood villain only this was no illusion. He was genuinely excited by the prospect of watching these guys have their nuts cracked open for the sake of ratings. 

The music was starting to queue up marking the beginning of the next round. The lawyer blew Kabe and Raphael mocking kisses before leaving the stage and taking a front row seat in the audience. With just moments before air, Dominik looked on in confusion as stage hands injected something into each contestant’s thigh. It was done quickly and efficiently but with surprising care considering the mortal danger they were in. Most of the men didn’t even realize they had just been jabbed with an ultra sharp needle. 

“It’s our sponsor’s latest drug, a pain suppressant and adrenaline booster. Football’s testing it as a way to keep injured players on the field to amp up the excitement!” one of the assistants explained to Dominik. Dominik chuckled and thought “What will they think of next!”

After each player selected their square and revealed the number of hits to the boys, the camera slowly panned all ten, swollen, lumpy, bruised and battered pairs of nuts. Some, like Nigel’s, looked relatively unscathed whereas some like Kyle and Alex’s looked absolutely awful. Kabe’s sack was enormous and swollen, beet red but the masculine shape of each lump was still easily identified, unlike Greg’s whose enlarged nut bag was starting to look like one amorphous, purple blob. Some of the guys in the audience were openly moaning as they rubbed their swollen cocks through their pants and even Dominik had to resist the urge to rub his own throbbing dick, especially knowing what he was about to do.

Juan was owed sixteen hits. The short muscle jock’s screams were music to Dominik’s ears as he felt his left nut flatten completely against the backstop, only this time it didn’t plump back up. Meanwhile hideous cracks were erupting on the surface of the ultra tough membranes that encircled his right nut. It was obvious that Juan’s egg sized testicles were on the very edge of total destruction.

Lorenzo’s Italian nuts were swollen and purple but took their three hits admirably, probably because the drug he had been injected with was starting to dull the throbbing pain radiating from this about-to-crack nuts. 

Alex was next. The twenty-eight year old’s truly enormous low hangers convulsed after getting their only hit this round. The handsome man threw his head back and screamed as his toes curled. 

“FUCK!” Dominik exclaimed in genuine surprise. 

Alex spewed the largest load Dominik had ever seen anyone, porn videos included, blow in his entire life. Rope after thick, gooey rope rocketed from the head of his pulsing ten inch cock. Alex screaming in ecstasy and agony through his entire, minute-long orgasm and when he was done the stage in front of him was so shellacked that Dominik pretended to slip on it as he took his spot in front of Kabe. 

Despite himself, Kabe’s fourteen-inch monster cock was still rock hard. The ache from his sack had been noticeably reduced thanks to the drugs and even the swelling seemed to be going down. Kabe was panicked by the crazed, sadistic look Dominik had on his face but his cock conveyed a very different story. He was owed four blows to his nuts but before Dominik started he gently tapped Kabe’s horny dick with the mallet, causing the heavy organ to bob up and down and Kabe to involuntarily moan.

“Let’s see if we can get him to cum, too!” 

“Bust that nut! Bust that nut!” the audience chanted 

CRUNCH

CRUNCH

“Oooh!” Kabe wailed.

CRUNCH

“Bust that nut! Bust that nut!”

“OOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

CRUNCH

Kabe’s body tensed up, making him a monument to the male form, as his battered balls tightened and his dick spewed a thick, creamy load of spunk. Despite not being nearly as big as Alex’s, Kabe’s reflexive sighs and moans made it clear the tatted up thirty-year old had thoroughly enjoyed his forced orgasm. Amazingly, his large round nuts looked no worse for wear despite the four powerful blows they had just endured. 

Raphael was not as lucky. The Aussie teen let out a castrato scream as his relatively modest nuts - which had swollen to monstrous proportions - both ruptured in his bag, split in two as his young sack was pancaked fourteen times against the wall.

The screens showed a comical slow motion replay of the exact moment Raphael’s nuts went from round to permanently flat. In the audience there was a muffled, low moan. A man had just creamed his jeans and was literally biting his fist to stop himself from moaning out too loudly. A camera captured the man’s expression and he was broadcast over the screens, giving a sheepish wave and a smile as everyone applauded.

“That’s what our sponsors like to see!” Dominik cheered, giving even more guys the confidence to start actively rubbing their dicks, letting out moans as Dominik stepped in front of Diego.

Diego’s twenty year old Mexican nuts nearly shattered after taking eight rapid fire blows, but the microfractures that had been radiating his ball walls barely grew. If anything the round had filled the cocky young man with a sense of invincibility. 

Zach’s spent nuts couldn’t take twelve more hits and his right nut fractured. It wasn’t in two distinct pieces but a deep crack had annihilated the membranes around that testicle and had already spawned dozens of microfractures that were spreading across the surface as if a hammer had struck ice. 

“Ooops!” Dominik shrugged, his faux expression of remorse was plastered on the studio screens causing everyone to erupt with laughter.

Greg put on as stoic of an expression as he could muster as Dominik stepped in front of him. He was drenched with sweat and his heart was pounding but impressively he still exuded calm. That facade collapsed by the second mallet blow.

BLOOSH

Greg’s eyes bugged out and an expression of shocked terror seemed to be permanently etched on his face. His right nut shattered into pieces. The right side of his bag was a lumpy, shapeless mess. It was a far cry from the two perfect orbs he had started with. Meanwhile his left nut was cracking bad and he still had four more of his eight hits incoming.

CRUNCH

“Crack his nuts!” an enthusiastic audience member shouted and Dominik was pleased to oblige.

SPLOTCH

“Oooh!” a man in the audience left a huge gooey stain in his pants as the screens showed an instant reply of the moment Greg’s last uncracked nut finally lost its shape. His purple, swollen bag now had nothing in it but a completely shattered right nut and a permanently flattened left nut. Greg was letting out a falsetto wail that made two other men in the audience moan and cream themselves and Dominik’s cock twitched violently in his jeans. He had given all the contestants ample chances to escape, they chose not to, so now he was going to thoroughly enjoy the consequences of their bad decisions.

Kyle’s huge, massive and swollen sex pods were hammered eleven times with such violence Dominik was grunting as he swung. They were compressed one too many times to a fraction of their girth, slammed into the wall and his already burst right nut imploded just an instant before his left nut fractured into three pieces. Dominik reveled at the totally ruined appearance of Kyle’s boys and the screens showed the faces of three audience members who were moaning in ecstasy after having blown their loads, the image of Kyle’s flattened, swollen disaster of a sack juxtaposed against their faces. 

Nigel was last. Luckily, he was only due one hit which Dominik delivered with deadly precision causing the thin cracks on the wall of his right nut to splinter out further. 

Dominik stood back and listened to the sounds of the ten men moaning, yelling and pleading. It was a wondrous sound. Juan’s guttural sobs actually caused an audience member to blow his load.

Dominik smiled as he prepared for the next round. 

Come back next week for Round 5!