Jesse's Fantasy

Yolk and egg whites splattered everywhere as the hen’s egg exploded in Carl’s large, clenched fist. The handful of other men standing nearby grinned.

“Nice! I wonder if the real thing will do that,” one of the men asked laughing.

“Let’s hope so, that was hot,”

Carl and the other men were gathered at the Lux Hotel for the International Iron Guy competition, an exhibition of brute muscle strength and endurance. All of the men were hulking body builders with arms as thick as most normal mens’ thighs. Every muscle on their over developed, rippling bodies was extraordinarily proportioned and hard as a rock. They were the type of body builders who made ordinary ‘jocks’ look skinny in comparison.

Over the preceding week, they had competed in such events as pulling small planes with a rope, one-arm curls with dumbbells that weighed hundreds of pounds and, of course, posing in barely-there speedos, their absurdly muscular bodies glistening with oil. And among these men, Carl was the largest having won the overall competition handily. Carl’s fiery mess of red hair, perpetually scowled face and small set eyes would have made him seem menacing even without his three hundred pounds of muscle.

Now the official competition was over and the top contenders had gathered in their hotel room for their final, unofficial event….

There was a soft knock on the door. Carl wiped his still slimy hand on his jeans and went to the door, giving an evil half smile at the man on the other side.

At six foot three, the man was slightly taller than the body builders. He was in his late twenties, dressed in the formal uniform of the upscale hotel’s wait staff. As he was beckoned into the room, his hazel eyes scanned the seven hulking body builders wearily, the door closing softly behind him. He was quite handsome, with a toned swimmers build that was defined, though not overly muscular, even under his well-fitting uniform. His well groomed goatee and mustache gave his youthful face a sophisticated edge and his brown hair was neatly cut. He looked like he could have been a distance runner or swimmer, his thick legs straining his dress slacks and his dress shirt clinging to his taught upper body. By the standards of most of the world, he was in amazingly good shape– but to the men in the room he was a ’small guy’. A wanna be.

When he was in the middle of the suite, the seven body builders encircled him tightly. The waiter was starting to feel very intimidated being surrounded by so much raw muscle, but this was after all what he wanted when responded to Carl’s ad online. He was longing to be absolutely owned by these muscle studs.

“So, Jesse. You got your money I take it?” Carl asked.

Jesse nodded timidly.

“Good. Well then, let’s get to it then. Hold him!”

Before Jesse could react, a hulking Latin body builder was behind him, holding him in place with a bear hug so tight it almost made it hard for the waiter to breath. The six other men lined up in front of him, laughing as he flayed pathetically against the hold of the much heavier man.

Each man took turns punching Jesse’s muscular abs and pecs as hard as they could. Although the agreement was for to stay quiet while the seven horny body builders had their way with him, Jesse couldn’t help but cry out after the third punch to his gut felt like a fist had gone through his stomach.

“Shut him up!” Carl barked as another man, a well build Asian, stuffed a jock strap into Jesse’s mouth, tying a knot behind his head so he couldn’t spit it out.

Jesse gagged as the odor of the obviously used jock filled his mouth and nose.

THUMP! THUMP!

The remaining three men took their turns tenderizing the handsome waiter’s muscles. He was doing his best to contain himself, but cried out after each hit, his eyes starting to water from the brutal assault. Jesse could have easily taken on most normal men, but any other man would have been child’s play compared to these behemoths — and this was considering they were obviously holding back from their full potential. He was sure that, if they had wanted, they could have broken his ribs with their punching alone. The feeling of being so dominated was stating to turn Jesse on.

The men reformed a line and one of them suggested they give Jesse, whose chest was heaving from having the wind knocked out of him, a break. It took the poor brunet several minutes to get anywhere near ‘normal’ breathing. The six men were lined up again, ready to take their turns tenderizing Jesse’s muscles.

Carl drew his tree-trunk like fist back and was about to connect squarely with Jesse’s right pec when he stopped, putting a hand gently on Jesse’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?”, Carl asked softly, “You know if we have to stop, we get our money back.”

Jesse blinked the tears out of his eyes and nodded ‘yes’.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Jesse could feel his muscles softening under the continued assault as the line of men worked him over several more rounds. The Latin body builder holding him was getting very aroused by the site of this muscular mini jock being pulverized, and his thick seven inch penis was rubbing Jesse’s back.

Holy shit, these studs could totally fuck me right now and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. They’d tare me apart! The thought was driving Jesse crazy and despite the numbing pain in his chest and stomach, he could start to feel his own cock stirring in his slacks.

“Oh, I think the wanna’ he likes being used as a punching bag,” one of the men commented, noticing Jesse’s slacks were now tenting outward. Jesse’s cock was now at its full eight inch length, and from the look of it was quite thick . The tent in his pants jerked slightly every few seconds, his heavy cock pulsing with each heart beat.

“So you like when we hurt you, you punk ass bitch?” Carl snarled, standing just inches from Jesse, his fiery hair making his expression even angrier looking.

Jesse nodded his head up and down to the crowd’s amusement.

“Well let’s get these off then”

Carl and the Asian body builder grabbed a leg of the young waiter’s slacks and effortlessly ripped them off as if they were made of paper, the buttons and zipper flying into the distance.

Oh fuck! Of fuck! I’m about to get plowed! If they’re all hung like the Latin, I’m gonna’ end up with cum on the back of my teeth. Contrary to his dominating appearance, Jesse’s mind was awash with the image of him being the one brutally dominated. He had toyed around with it with other dominate jocks his own size, but never with a true body builder and certainly not with seven at once. This was going to blow any fantasy he had ever had out of the water…

When Jesse was stripped to his underwear, his entire sexual package was on full display. The bulging outline of two nicely sized balls was visible under the tenting silhouette of his penis.

“They’re the size of eggs,” one of the men joked, though Jesse was totally unaware what the man was truly getting at.

The men took another round softening Jesse’s upper body before Carl stepped up to him, grabbed his tie and pulled it tightly as another man proceeded to rip off his shirt. Though it only took a few seconds, to Jesse it felt much longer. Carl was strangling him with the tie ,giving him an evil grin as Jesse’s eyes grew wide and he gasped for air.

“Ahhhh!” Jesse inhaled deeply, his eyes watering, when Carl finally let go of the tie. That was amazing. Jesse had never felt so totally dominated.

The waiter’s rippling abs were starting to bruise from the non stop assault and dark welts and bruises marred his moderately hairy chest and abs. Even the dragon tattoo on his shoulder was turning red and bruised. He looked like he had taken quite a beating, but his cock still raged in his underwear.

“You want us to hurt you some more?” Carl asked, whispering into Jesse’s ear.

Jesse eagerly shook his head yes, desperate to be totally owned by these muscular gods.

“Good boy,”

Carl reached for the boy’s left bicep, grabbing it in his huge hand and began to squeeze. Jesse gasped into his gag… then screamed as Carl’s fingers dug into his tender arm muscles.

“Oh, this is a firm one,” Carl said mockingly as he continued to roughly knead and massage the throbbing muscle. He could feel the connecting tissues and fibers being crushed and bruised in his hands.

“You guys should try this!”

The Asian, a dark haired man and a large black body builder each took Jesse’s other arm and both of his thighs and kneaded the muscles mercilessly. Jesse was crying and screaming out, but the intense pain felt incredible. Here he was, this handsome jock, being put in his place like the little bitch he was.

“Hurt me,” he muttered through his gag.

After several moments, the fiery pain pulsing from nearly ever muscle in his body was making Jesse start to turn numb. Dark, painful bruises marred his biceps, triceps and thighs, the damaged muscles and tissues would likely take several weeks to recover, as least. The Asian felt like he was literally trying to rip his arm off of his body. Jesse’s head writhed from side to side as the four men mercilessly destroyed him, but he loved it. He really wanted the Latin, who was still holding him steadfastly, to plunge his thick cock into him as he was assaulted. Then maybe be forced on all fours so his athletic body could be plowed from both ends…. Despite the fact Jesse had never been so turned on, the pain was starting to soften his erection.

“Stop, stop.” Carl barked and the other three immediately stopped and stepped back.

“Our waiter needs service,”

Without prompting, the dark haired man who had been destroying one of his legs with a brutal massage got to his knees, ripped off Jesse’s underwear and inhaled all eight inches into his mouth. The beefy body builder’s head bobbed expertly up and down the entire length of Jesse’s veiny cock until it was fully hard and throbbing again.

Jesse was moaning in pleasure as the man abruptly stopped and got to his feet.

“Would you look at these,’ said the man as he cupped Jesse’s enormous, furry testicles in his hands. They were the size of eggs, but much rounder and hung loosely in the sack.

The man bounced them in his hands a few times before asking, “You want me to squeeze ‘em?”

Oh shit! Jesse had seen these guys crush building blocks with their bare hands during the competition. His nuts would probably crack… The thought of this ultimate domination made Jesse squirt precum with such force it almost looked like he was cumming.

“I’ll take that as yes,”

“MMMhhmMMM!” Jesse screamed into his gag as the man’s powerful hand squeezed tightly, compressing his entire bloated ball bag.

The man’s fist got tighter and tighter, and Jesse’s eyes bugged out as he looked at the man pleading for him to stop., but the man’s face flushed red with effort.

“MMmhhmMMmmm!” Jesse pleaded, tears streaming from his eyes.
“That’s enough, Blake,” Carl instructed and Blake released the trapped genitals, that had been compressed to only an inch wide.

Jesse cried out as his heavy balls fell to the bottom of the sack. They were bright red and were starting to swell from the man’s grip. It was obvious some bruising and damage had already occurred to his defenseless testicles in just the few seconds they had been in his grip. What were these guys going to do to him? He wondered…

“Form a line,” Carl instructed and the six men lined up for their turn to crush the waiter’s balls.
“MMMMMMMMhhmmmM! MMMhmmM!” Jesse screamed, genuine fear in his voice as the first of the six men clutched his large balls.

All six took their turns grabbing and kneading his vulnerable nuts. Jesse was sure he was going to be permanently damaged and was screaming and trying to get free, but they just kept coming. On the next go, the men decided to only focus on Jesse’s left nut since it was now the most swollen.

“MMMMhhmmMM!” Jesse yelled into his gag, the pain from his crotch was overwhelming, but his cock was still hard at the feeling of being so totally dominated.

His mega size gonad was crushed to less than a half inch thick six times and the last man, Carl, could feel that the membranes were starting to rupture. Jesse’s nut was still whole, but would be bruised for weeks at least. And if they kept going…

“Okay, men. Let’s see if you’ve been working out your legs,”

The men lined up again. The first man took careful aim before sending his tree thunk leg flying into Jesse’s balls…

SPLAT!

Jesse thought he was going to be sick…

SPALT! SPLAT!

The next two kicks were in rapid succession. Jesse was crying and shaking his head ‘no’ as the fourth man took his spot. He laughed cruelly at the pleading stud as his foot connected with a sickening, wet SPLAT into Jesse’s now black and blue scrotum.

The fifth man took a slightly different approach, stomping his foot into Jesse’s crotch with such force that Jesse could feel his pelvic bone being struck. His eyes grew wide and he looked down in horror and fear at his now black balls. They were swollen to twice their usual size and hurt just from breathing..

SPA—AT! Carl’s foot collided viciously with the bouncing sack, connecting solidly with the bloated right nut.

Jesse was hysterical, screaming and crying and trying to break free but the Latin’s grip was absolute. He could feel the sticky sheen of the Latin’s precum pooling on his back and wondered when they were going to stop assaulting him and get on with the brutal gang bang he’d been promised…

“You want us to keep hurting them?” Carl whispered into Jesse’s ear as he cupped his ridiculously swollen balls.

“Mmmmhmmm!” Jesse tried to scream ‘no’, but only a muffled noise came out. He was shaking his head ‘no’ and giving Carl pleading looks to stop. He was now honestly afraid they were going to permanently damage his nuts…

“I think that’s a yes” Carl said giving Jesse’s battered right nut a viscous squeeze.

Jesse gasped and writhed in the Latin’s arms, but Carl just kept squeezing… and squeezing… and squeezing…

“Oh yea! Crack that egg!” the Asian man cheered.

Jesse, in a world of hurt and fear, looked around to see all of the men except Carl — whose hand was still busy on his nut — had pulled their cocks out of their flies and were stroking furiously.

Jesse desperately tried to get Carl to release his throbbing nut, but he wouldn’t. The huge ball was compressed to half and inch… a quarter inch… flatter… and flatter…

“STOP! STOP!” Jesse, now totally hysterically tried to scream out as Carl finally released the battered nut.
It plumped back to its original shape, but seemed slightly flatter. Carl quickly reached for the left nut and squeezed it the same way.

Carl would feel the membranes and tissues of this nut were much, much softer than the other one. “Uh-oh. I’m about to pop this egg,”

Carl’s face was red with determination as his massive bicep flexed in effort. His hand Jesse pleaded and cried as his nad was turned into a pancake in the body builders hand. Carl released his grip just when he was sure he was about to crush the sex organ.

He stepped back and gave Jesse a moment to recover, pulling out his own enormous ten inch penis and stroking it with both hands, joining the others. Carl’s tone chest was heaving heavily, the pain coming from everywhere on his body — especially his balls — making it hard to breath. His body hair, drenched in sweat, clung to his body. His eyes were nearly matted shut from crying, but he could still look down and see his massive genitals now dangerously swollen and black. His cock had long since gone flaccid. He looked around the room at the seven throbbing cocks, hoping that when he’d caught his breath they would leave his aching balls alone and just destroy his ass. He was fantasizing about being brutally fucked — maybe two or three at a time — and his cock started to stir again.

“You want us to destroy you?” Carl said, his voice shaking as his building climax boiled in his bull nuts.
Jesse shook his head yes, his ass twitching with anticipation.

“Good. Line up gents. Punching bag time,”

Punching bag? What did they…

SPLAT! The first man’s fist connected with Jesse’s swollen ball bag with so much force Jesse thought he was going to pass out…

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Each man’s brick-like fist plowed into the fleshy orbs with wet, echoing splats. The membranes of his testicles just weren’t designed to handle anything so rough and were already starting to fail when…

SPLA—AAT!

The sixth fist was particularly powerful, the impact crushing Jesse’s nuts into his pelvic bone.
“Oh yeah, I think they’re about to go bye bye” the man said to laughter.

Jesse’s muffled screams were gut wrenching. This isn’t what he had agreed to. These guys were seriously going to destroy him if he couldn’t get away…

“Aww, you want us to stop,” Carl asked, the last one to get a punch this turn.

“MMmhmmm!” Jesse pleaded, his head shaking ‘yes’ so violently his neck hurt. He was pleading with his eyes, begging Carl to just let him go…

Carl drew his fist back…
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“MMmhmm!” Jesse screamed.

Whoosh! — SPLOSH! Carl nearly blew his load as he felt his fist connect with — and blow apart — Jesse’s battered right nut.

Jesse’s eyes grew huge and he screamed in one inhumane, continuous drone.
“Oh yeah, that’s one.”

The handsome waiter, half de-sexed, thrashed his legs in a vain effort to escape, but he knew it was hopeless. There was no way he could escape the clutches of seven internationally known body builders. It just wasn’t possible… Jesse began to sob as he knew he was about to lose his last nut.

Carl clutched the still whole, though very swollen and bruised, left nut in his fist.

“You guys wanna see me crush this egg?”

The men cheered and Jesse’s head shook ‘no’ wildly. He was pleading through his gag, hopping that he was just in a horrible nightmare…

“Crush it!”

“Make it splatter!”

Carl clenched his fist tightly until the testicle nearly burst. Jesse howled.

Carl opened his fist and quickly clenched his fist again. He did this a dozen times, feeling the about-to-burst testicle getting soft and mushy in the sack.

“Oh yeah, it’s getting scrambled!” Carl announced as he clenched his fist again, only this time not stopping until the poor orb was so compressed that even the slightest bit more pressure would have caused it to collapse…

“You guys wanna’ see this dude’s yolk fly?”

Everyone cheered. Jesse’s eyes shot open in horror, hoping they’d spare him or that this was some kind of joke..

“Five… four… three…” the men counted down slowly as Carl’s wide open hand sat steady to crush Jesse’s last testicle into mush.

“…two… one.”

“MMMmmhhhhmmph!”

SPLO–OO–OOSH!

Carl closed his mighty fist so quickly, and with such force around the enormous, sagging nard that it violently exploded, bursting open the scrotum and causing nut goop to ooze from between Carl’s totally clenched hand. Bits of what were once large, meaty balls sprayed Carl’s face and splattered upward, coating Jesse’s chest and the dragon tattoo on his shoulder. It was a macabre recreation of the egg crush from early that evening.

Carl knew — from experience — that he had the strength in his hand to annihilate a testicle, but the earlier ’softening up’ everyone had done to it helped add to the explosive, splattering ending.

Jesse let out a blood curdling scream before his head went limp and he passed out.
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He awoke to the stinging odor of smelling salts some time later. He could tell even through the suite’s closed drapes that it was daylight out, but he couldn’t tell how much time had passed. He was laying spread eagle on his back on the bed and, to his surprise, wasn’t being held down.

“Wakey, wakey,” Carl said putting the salts away on the night stand and straddling Jesse’s still naked body. The other six body builders were standing around the bed, naked their bulging muscular bodies glistening with sweat and all of their cocks sticking straight out. There was also another man, a sheepish looking man in a suit standing near the door.

“Is he good to go, doc?” Carl asked the man.

“Yes. I was um, able to remove most of the damaged tissue. The stitches are fresh so you’ll need to be careful with him…” the doctor , whose skills usually went no further than patching up and helping body builders train, instructed.

“Thanks doc,” Carl said, his voice implying that it was time for the good doctor to leave, which he did silently.

“Now, are you ready for your ass to be ripped apart?” Carl said, bending his head down to softly nuzzle Jesse’s neck.

Jesse was able to reach a hand around the massive body builder on top of him. His scrotum was a very sore, flattened husk. He could feel the fresh stitches. His balls were totally gone… mercilessly crushed by these beefy studs. He was in too much shock to cry, or gasp or even react to the feeling of a total void where his once egg sized sperm tanks has been. And what a load he would have blown for them, he thought. He had been abstinent for a week in anticipation of his gang rape… to Jesse’s surprise his cock was starting to stir a bit.

“Well?” Carl asked again softly.

The circle of men, their cocks hard and dripping with precum closed in around the bed. The smallest, the term being relative, was easily seven inches long and the largest was Carl’s ten inch horse cock. The thought of being fucked like an animal and degraded by these men as their nut-less sex slave was — despite everything — making Jesse feel hornier than he had ever been. All of those nights in the gym, all of his careful dieting, His obsession with biking, running and swimming to sculpt his body had been leading up to this moment. To be totally used by these amazing specimens of male power. They had, Jesse concluded, already shown their total, ultimate dominance over his manhood by effortlessly crushing it. He knew his only purpose now was to service these beautiful men. He longed to complete their conquest and reached up, locking lips with Carl.

“Fuck me! FUCK MY BRAINS OUT!” Jesse screamed as the six other body builders began to pile on top of him.

And contrary to the doctor’s advice, they were not at all gentle with the studly brunette as a combined five feet of cock stretched his guts in every conceivable position…. and Jesse loved it.