The Federation: Discato

ENTERING THE JAYCE CONFEDERACY

Lieutenant Commander Armstrong sighed as he caught a glimpse of the sign announcing he had left the comfort and familiarity of The Federation and had entered the Jayce Confederacy.   He blinked hard and continued to stare blankly out of the maglev train's window.  As the train went forward, it seemed as if he was going backward in time, the passing scenery free of gleaming, impossibly tall buildings and other hallmarks of the Federation.

The forty-five year old Lieutenant Commander had ascended the ranks of the Federal Navy with marked alacrity and had gained a name for himself for his ruthlessness -- even by Federation standards.  But with every step up in rank came less and less exposure to far flung battlefields and more time in the Federation capitol, being entanglement in the sticky politics of the Federation.  The state had been slackening its iron tight -- and expensive -- grip on outlying territories for a generation and was now haphazardly trying to establish ties with areas that had once been enemies. 

Armstrong cracked his knuckles as he considered that just a few years ago the Jayce Confederacy wasn't even recognized as a state at all, just a rag-tag group of 'rebels' that ought to be exterminated. But here he was on a goodwill mission to spend two weeks at their military academy; the same academy that he had once been taught did nothing but crank out brain washed rebels.  The other five cars of the train were filled with Federation engineers  eager to share technology to rebuild the civilization their own weapons had destroyed.  The Media Bureau had even sent a crew to film "A New Dawn: Peace With Jayce".  How times had changed...

"L'Angeles Station" a voice announced over he train's intercom. 

Armstrong awoke from a nap to find that the train had come to a stop in a noisy and disgustingly primitive station.  He looked across the officers' car at Commander Parker and Lieutenant Wood the two other officers who were along for this excursion.  All three rolled their eyes as the sickening realization that they were actually in the heart of the Jayce Confederacy set in. 

The media reporters and engineers met their Jayce counterparts and were off almost immediately after the train had stopped, leaving the three officers waiting on the platform.  Years ago, the station had been converted into an open air bizarre, the Federation train being the first to actually use the station for nearly a century.

Armstrong, Parker and Wood stood on the bustling platform of the open air train station.  Overhead the ruined, steel skeletons of skyscrapers that had been destroyed in wars long ago teetered against the bright blue sky.  The three Federation officers looked starkly out of place amongst the disheveled city dwellers. All three were dressed in their form fitting white regalia uniforms, they were all around five foot eight and quite muscular, their handsome faces topped off with neatly styled hair cuts.  It was a far cry from the city's natives who looked as if they had hadn't seen a photonic shower, let along clean clothes, in some time.

"Welcome to L'Angeles," came a booming, but young, male voice speaking in broken Federation.
The three turned to see a handsome Jayce officer in a neatly pressed black uniform standing before them.  He was very muscular, but -- like everyone else in the station, relatively short.  He had bright white, stylishly spiked short hair and gray eyes that contrasted with his tan skin.  His young face was scarred and rugged, yet still genuinely warm and inviting.  Armstrong couldn't help but let his eyes wander up and down the young man's tight, muscular frame that was clearly visible through his otherwise unexceptional uniform.

"Ah! You speak Federation," Armstrong started, sighing in relief to himself as his English was terrible.

"Yes, everyone is learning it now that we  have relations with The Federation again,  I'm Major Donald Kent, pleased to meet you."

Major Kent held out his hand to the bewilderment of the three Federation officers. After a few moments he grinned and reached for Armstrong's strong hand.

"It's called a hand shake, It's a greeting."

Despite keeping a nearly expressionless face - a hallmark of Federation officers -- Armstrong felt his heart flutter as he shook the Major's calloused, firm grip.  Kent was exceptionally handsome and Armstrong was finding himself getting lost in his storm-cloud colored eyes. Armstrong wasn't entirely sure how long to keep shaking Kent's hand, so just kept doing it until the smiling Major withdrew his hand. 

Two other Jayce officers, both considerably older and seemingly of much higher rank than Kent, had joined the others on the platform and they, Commander Parker and Lieutenant Wood   were introducing themselves, their voices high with self importance.

Armstrong pretended to be interested in the seemingly endless pleasantries, but could hardly break eye contact with Major Kent.  Kent was beautiful and friendly and articulate. Armstrong couldn't tell if the coy smiles and nods Kent was giving him were reciprocation for his lusting or his misreading of Jayce's unfamiliar customs.  Regardless, Lieutenant Commander Armstrong could feel his cock stiffen within his tight Naval uniform as his mind wandered.

"So, I hear you would like to see our cadet training facilities?"  one of the older Jayce officers asked Armstrong.

Armstrong, who realized he had drifted out of the conversation, abruptly turned toward the officer and smiled.

"Yes, I would like that very much,"  he responded sincerely. 

During the era when Jayce was a sworn Federation enemy, Armstrong had developed an ambivalent relationship toward the Jayce soldiers he had faced -- and slaughtered -- in campaigns.  He loathed them on principle thanks to years of propaganda yet couldn't help but admire them as fellow warriors in their own right.  Despite being woefully behind in technology and manpower, the Jayce Confederacy had managed to survive as the only other functioning nation  --and a thorn in the side of the Federation -- for more than a a century.  While one free republic after another folded as the Federation marched across the contents, the Jaycians setup and maintained a rebel network that was always just slightly ahead of them.  Even the most callous Federation officer had to admire the bravery and ethos these 'primitives' had against such impossible odds.

Armstrong was excited to see what kind of training Confederate cadets went through that made them such effective adversaries.

"Well, please allow me to give you a tour of one of our facilities,"  Major Kent said smiling.

"Thank you. Lead the way," 

Armstrong was glad to be free of the pompous conversation as he followed Kent off the platform and into a waiting shuttle car.

It took Armstrong a while to get accustomed to the sensation of riding in a wheeled vehicle, as opposed to one that hovered slightly off the ground. 

"I'm sorry for the rough ride," Kent said laughing, finding an ironic humor in watching the pampered Federation officer get accustomed to his primitive way of life.

The car left the ruins of L'Angeles and traveled along winding foothills for nearly an hour, hardly seeing any signs of civilization.   In different circumstances, the Lieutenant Commander would have thought Major Kent was setting him up for a rebel ambush.  But it was clear that wasn't at all what was happening.  Major Kent was as fiercely loyal to the Jayce Confederacy as Armstrong was to The Federation, a true warrior at heart, but it was obvious in his manner that the young man was infinitely relieved that peace had finally arrived.  Kent was strikingly good spirited, warming up the usually aloof Armstrong enough to make the Interleukin Commander actually crack a few smiles.  Even though there was plenty of seats in the car, Armstrong was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Kent, and could feel the young man's muscular shoulder and thighs as they brushed against his.  Armstrong's heart was pounding as he tried not to come across to forward to the Major who admitted to only being 35 years old.

"If I'm correct, major is the same rank here as lieutenant commander is in the Federation. Thirty-five is pretty young for such a promotion."

Major Kent's gray eyes hardened slightly.

"Well, we don't tend to live as long as you do in the Federation.  The radiation..."

Kent ran a hand through his white hair and Armstrong was instantly struck by the realization that the reason Kent -- and everyone else in Jayce -- had white hair and gray eyes was because of residual radiation from Federation weaponry.   Armstrong, feeling uncharacteristically awkward, lowered his head and fell silence.  Kent seemed to notice the sobering mood and quickly smiled again.

"War is a bitch, Commander." Major Kent laughed, giving Armstrong a playful punch to the shoulder.

"Ah, we're here."

The car pulled into a meadow, what had been the parking lot of a now badly decayed pre-Federation shopping mall. One hundred years without maintenance had allowed the exterior walls to collapse in several places, the gaps filled in with large trees.

M  - A  - C - Y - S.  Armstrong scratched his head at the site of the large glyphs on the side of the building, still visible through the encroaching vines.  He was far from a history buff, but couldn't help but wonder what they meant.

When they entered the building , Armstrong was amazed to see it was in much better condition than it appeared to be.  What had once been the mall's broad walkways had been replaced with paved roads, though the decorative fountains at intersections remained intact and were actually still pumping water.  Overhead, a seemingly infinite number of bright glowing orbs gave the training facility the look of perpetual daylight. 

Major Kent explained how they had converted malls, the ruins of suburban homes and other pre-Federation buildings into military bases because the Federation rarely bothered targeting ancient ruins.   This particular shopping mall's shops had long ago been replaced with dormitories, training areas and weapons caches on all three of the mall's levels.  All around was the hustle and bustle of vehicles and people moving about.  A line of cadets jogged passed them as they marched in formation toward what had once been the food court.

Armstrong spent the day with Kent exploring the facility and was impressed at the  level of sophistication the Jaycian military had been able to maintain during such a long war.
Outside night was falling, though inside the compressed military base was still abuzz.  Armstrong and Kent found themselves standing outside of a department store that had been divided into row upon row of double-stacked dormitories.

"Well sir, I must say I am thoroughly impressed,"  Armstrong said sincerely.

"Thank you. I'm glad you liked it Matthew."

Armstrong rose his eye brow.  He had gone by his rank and last name for so long he almost forgot what his first name sounded like aloud. He'd told Kent his name in passing, not thinking the formal Major would actually use it.

"Would you like to come in? Not everyone in Jayce is excited to have Federation soldiers strolling around. The roads may not be safe after dark,"

Armstrong nodded and followed Kent to one of the nondescript dormitories. It was tiny, barely large enough for the small bed and dresser, but for Major Kent it was home.  It was a humbling, far cry from the soaring arcologies most Federation citizens called home.

Once inside, Armstrong noticed the room was so cramped that no matter where he stood he was almost always less than a meter away from Kent. Major Kent unceremoniously started stripping out of his uniform. Armstrong flushed with embarrassment as Kent stepped out out his pants, letting his sweaty, smooth genitals flop out.

"What's wrong, Matt?"  Kent asked quizzically, "Don't tell me you sleep in your uniforms in the Federation."

"No, it's just we usually wear pajamas,"

"Pajamas?"  Major Kent looked genuinely puzzled, mispronouncing the word as if he had never heard it before.

Armstrong was about to explain the concept, when he decided against it.  Instead he peeled off his uniform in silence.  The two men stood naked and facing each other.  Armstrong could feel his heart pounding and knew his face was turning red.  He ran a hand through his graying but still bright red hair and swallowed hard. Major Kent's body was absolutely perfect. A flawless testament to the male form.  His frame was tight and muscular from his mounding pecs, down his washboard stomach and his thick thighs.  He was moderately hairy except for his nut sack which was shaved smooth.  Armstrong couldn't help but stare at the heavy, bulbous  testicles and ridiculously thick cock that swung between Kent's legs.

Armstrong was in excellent shape himself, though years of giving orders from a desk had softened his abs a bit. Like Kent, Armstrong's body was moderately hairy, his rusty hair contrasting with his pale skin.  His arms were still very thick, as he liked to work his biceps to make sure his grip was always strong enough to utterly crush a man's testicles in his bare hands; a favorite interrogation technique.  As he looked at Kent's nuts, he couldn’t help but wonder if they too would have ended up in his grasp had things not worked out so well between Jayce and The Federation.  His mind wandered; could he have brought himself to burst such perfect gonads? Especially when they were attached to such a beautiful man?

"Matt, I'm glad I got assigned to you. You've made quite a name for yourself. We call you the Crushing Commander,"

Armstrong flushed with embarrassment and his cock started to twitch. Kent noticed and licked his lips, taking a step toward the commander. 

"So how many of these do you think you've crushed?"

Kent grabbed his bulging sack in his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.  Armstrong's cock was really starting to stir despite his best efforts to contain himself.  Kent smiled, his own cock starting to stiffen with each heart beat.

"You know, I really, really wanted to meet you. I think we have more in common than you think,"

Kent approached Armstrong, whose seven inch cock was now sticking straight out like a pole.  He reached for Armstrong's hand and guided it so that both of his heavy, vulnerable nuts were resting in the commander's palm. 

Armstrong licked his lips, his heart pounding, as he felt Kent's sex organs warm and heavy in his hands.  Almost instinctively, Armstrong’s hand started to close around Major Kent's nuts.  He could feel them being mashed into each other inside the bag, the sensation was familiar and never failed to get Armstrong incredibly horny.

He could feel the incredibly dense testicles being compressed into each other, his hand closing tighter and tighter.  Armstrong positioned his thumb so that it was pressing into the middle of Kent's juicy left nut and started really digging in.  Then, quite suddenly, Armstrong felt his thumb sink much, much deeper into the fleshy orb.

"Aaahh!" Major Kent squealed.

Armstrong instantly released Kent's balls and looked into his eyes with sincere apology.

"I'm sorry, I just ---"

"Do that again."

Kent's cock had swelled to its full nine inch, thick length and was throbbing, pulsing up and down with each beat of his heart.

"You like that?"  Armstrong smiled broadly and reached for the hanging sack, this time focusing on just the left ball.

He pressed into the ball meat, easily the densest testicle he had ever felt in his hands.  As he pressed, he could feel the delicate membranes starting to deform and give way.

Major Kent bit his fist and struggled not to scream out, but couldn't help himself. Armstrong let go of Kent's now red ball and Kent instantly dropped to his knees clutching his balls.

"Oh yeah, sir,"  he panted.

"Major Kent I -- "

"Call me Donald,"  Donald Kent said smiling broadly, looking up at the Lieutenant Commander.

Before he realized what he was doing, Armstrong had grabbed the back of Kent's head and plunged his rock hard cock down Kent's eager throat.  The young man's head bobbed up and down the entire length of Armstrong's cock as he gently rubbed his balls.

"Spread your legs,"  Armstrong could barley get out through his heavy panting.

Kent obliged, spreading his  legs as far as he could, his huge balls dangling like easy targets between his legs.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

Armstrong sent his bare food crashing in Kent's crotch over and over. The young major was squealing and crying, but kept his legs spread wide and barely slowed down on his expert blow job.

"You want it harder?"

"MMhmm"  Kent nodded 'yes', his mouth too full of Federation cock to speak.

CR-U-NCH!

Armstrong kicked Donald's so hard between his legs the young officer was sent into the air. 

Armstrong's cock twitched as he felt the meaty organs being flattened between his shin and Donald's pelvic bone.  Donald squealed as he fell to his side.  Armstrong was about to ram his foot into Donald's crotch when he stopped. Donald was sobbing.

Armstrong knelt down and moved Donald's hands away, grabbing a ball in each hand and roughly squeezing and rolling.  Despite being blood red and swelling slightly, they appeared to still be intact.  Armstrong recalled the countless times he had given this type of exam to a rebel captive who was just minutes away from having his sex life turned to paste. 

Armstrong's cock leaked precum as his thumbs dug into the unyielding ball meat.  His face turned red from effort as he was determined to give this little Jayce solider exactly what he had wanted...

"Please! Matt!" Kent screamed, desperately grabbing Armstrong's hands.

Armstrong was amazed that Kent's balls were still not yielding.  He was applying full pressure to each fist, ignoring Donald's sobs.  Any second, one of Donald's balls was going to explode in his bare hands and Armstrong could hardly wait to feel the heart warming, CRUNCH....

"Matt! Please! Please squeeze harder!" 

Armstrong was so shocked by Donald's plea that he lessened his grip for a moment.  All of this time Donald hadn't been crying 'please stop' he had been saying 'please squeeze harder'.  Armstrong nearly shot his load knowing that the dangerously compressed sex glands in his hands were about to burst -- and the owner actually wanted it to happen. 

Matt Armstrong squeezed harder and harder and Donald screamed and grabbed for Matt hands again. To Matt's amazement, the young man was squeezing Matt's hands even tighter together.
Matt knew the end was going to come soon -- and explosively -- to Donald's balls. Which one is going to implode first? He thought to himself. Both of the meaty orbs had been compressed to their absolute limit... it was a matter of time.   Matt twisted his hand, causing Donald to scream several octaves higher and Matt's cock spewed precum at the sounds the young solider was making. 

Castrating a military official at a Jaycian military base -- even if the victim was willing -- would probably lead to a diplomatic row.  But Matt didn’t' care, the feeling of absolutely owning the hot Jaycian totally clouded his thoughts...

"Oh yeah. They're about to burst! I can feel 'em caving in..."

"OH FUCK YEAH!"

Matt's face was plastered by three shots of thick, creamy jizz as Donald explosively came several feel into the air.  The cum ropes landed with splats, showering the Jaycian major with sperm as his body writhed in pleasure.  Matt felt the contracting nuts suddenly get even flatter and squishier as the volume freed up by the escaping sperm let his hands crush even deeper. 

Matt looked down at the blisteringly hot Donald who still writhing in pain and ecstasy, his muscles gleaming with sweat.  It was too much for him to take and he released both of Donald's nuts,  rolled Donald onto his stomach and plunged his steely hard cock between the young man's ass cheeks. 

Donald' ass was so tight and warm Matt lasted only a few seconds before he could feel Donald's hole being literally stuffed with cream. 

"Oh yeah sir!" Donald squealed in pleasure as he felt Matt's thick cock squirting what felt to be gallons of cum in his guts.

Matt collapsed onto Donald and the two took nearly ten minutes to catch their breaths.  Matt rolled Donald back on his back and gently examined the swollen, throbbing nuts.  Despite being subjected to a squeezing that had cracked literally dozens of nut sacks, Donald's balls were still in tact.  This is one hot stud, Matt thought to himself before lunging at Donald, sending his tongue into his willing mouth as the  two went for another round...
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The rest of the Federation delegation spent most of their time in L'Angeles.  Lieutenant Commander Matt Armstrong ventured into the city during the day, touring ruins and sitting in on meetings, but spent his evenings and nights at the military base. Ostensibly it was to share military knowledge and best practices, though those priorities  were a secondary to what had become Matt's primary goal in the Jayce Confederacy; fucking the hell out of Major Donald Kent.

Not only was Major Kent incredibly attractive and erotic, he was nice, intelligent and passionate about his small role in helping keep the peace.  Matt often scoffed at the concept of 'love at first sight', but he was quickly finding himself falling hard for the handsome Major.

The sun had just set on the day Matt had been dreading since his first night with Donald. The maglev train heading back to the gleaming cities of the Federation would be leaving the next morning not to return for at least a year while the tracks were modernized.  Diplomatic efforts would continue over the enhanced communications array the Federation engineers had build during their stay, but no one saw any need to rush the train project.  And even if they had, Armstrong knew his diplomatic duties would keep him in the Federation almost indefinitely.  Come morning, Matt would have to wait at least a year to hold Donald again.

"I'm so glad you came," Donald, sighed.

They were laying in bed snuggling tightly after another one of their marathon sessions.  Donald's nuts were bright red and throbbing from the near constant abuse they had taken, but were still totally whole. Matt stroked Donald's hair and looked down at him smiling. 

"These things are so tough,"

Matt reached around Donald and cupped his aching nuts in his hand, giving them a firm squeeze.  Most men would have at least winced; Donald hardly noticed. Instead he turned to face Matt, a wicked playful glean in his eyes.

"Well I was the champion at Discato during my time at the academy."

Matt looked at his lover quizzically. 

"What is Discato?" 

Donald only smiled and rose from the bed.

"I was hoping you'd say that.  Put these on, I'll show you."

Donald handed Matt a rather bland looking shirt and trousers from the dresser and pulled out a similar outfit for himself.  When they were both dressed, Donald took Matt by the hand and lead him out of the dormitory, out of the mall-turned-military base and into the surrounding woods.

It didn't take long for the faint light coming from the base to disappear against the stark black horizon.   Matt wanted to ask where they were going, but stopped. Instead he just enjoyed the feeling of Donald's hand in his and the brisk forest air as they walked for what seemed to be a mile. 
In the distance a darkened building could barely be seen as nothing more than a black blob against the starlit sky.

"This is it," Donald whispered.

The building was another pre-Federation ruin, although unlike the mall, so much of the exterior was overgrown Matt couldn’t determine what the original function could have been.   They made their way into the ostensibly empty building to find it was actually full of at least a dozen people.  It was fairly small, perhaps once a restaurant or cafe, but all of the interior walls had been removed.  Like the mall, it was brightly lit from overhead.  In the center of the area was a waist-high round metal table with a black pole protruding from the center into the ceiling.  At the top of the pole were several presumably metal discs stacked tightly together.  It wasn't apparently obvious what was holding them up, as if they were floating in mid air.

Surrounding the table was a group of a dozen men Matt instantly recognized as young cadets from the Jayce military academy.  They ranged from nineteen to twenty-three years old and, like Donald, all were relatively short yet bulging with well-toned muscle.  All of them had nicely tanned skin, and some of them had dyed their hair from its natural white.  They were all dressed in their tidy gray cadet uniforms, that left nothing to the imagine. Matt's cock twitched as he eye-fucked each cadet, licking his lips at the site of so much raw, delicious muscle.  He couldn't believe he had once neutered such beautiful specimens for sport. 

Some of the recruits looked at Matt suspiciously, and he could hardly blame them considering his record with the Federation.  Being surrounded by so many hostel men made Matt feel uncomfortable, an exceedingly rare condition for him, and he held Donald's hand tighter as they took a place standing toward the back of the crowd.

"You're fine, they're just young."

Donald gave Matt's hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go to start clapping with the others.
A relatively tall young man with blonde dyed hair rose his hand to call the others to attention.

"That's Cadet Morgan, he's the captain of this squad," Donald whispered in Matt's ear.

"Gentleman! Cadets Greystone, West, Alan, Smith and Spencer, to the front!"  Morgan shouted.

The crowd fell deathly quiet as five studly, young cadets stepped forward.   Greystone seemed to be the oldest. He was  five-foot six tightly packed muscle with disproportionately thick legs and a bright wide goatee.  The hair on his head had been dyed blonde and was a messy mop atop his rugged face.  Cadet West was slightly shorted, and notably younger looking.  He was muscular, though not nearly as built as the others, his whte hair cut in a conservative hair cut.  He was wearing blue contacts which, on top of his naturally grey eyes, looked especially piercing.  Matt smiled coyly as he imagined his cock bulging the young cadet's long neck.

Cadet Alan was as tall as Greystone, but his hair was dark black and fashionably styled in pointed spikes.  His face was scarred and he seemed to have a perpetual scowl on his face.  Meanwhile, Cadet Spencer was strikingly lanky compared to the others. He was well toned, but not nearly as beefy as his fellow cadets.  His boyishly handsome, narrow face was topped with orange red hair that was cut close to the scalp.

Cadet Smith, who looked to be around Spencer's age, was uncharacteristically tall for a Jaycian. He was tone, not overly muscular, and wearing brown contact lens and had dyed his hair brunette.  His handsome face had a very devil-may-care smirk, quite the contrary of the others who looked a cross between stoic and nervous. 

The five chosen cadets stood shoulder to shoulder in the front of the room.  Morgan walked down the line slowly, eyeing each young man up and down with a cold detachment.

"This is your last chance, gentlemen.  Do you still want to play Discato?"

All five young men nodded in silence.

"Good. Let the game begin. Strip."

Matt looked on in confusion as the five cadets stripped out of their uniforms.  One by one, five sets of large, plump balls were liberated from their pants and allowed to swing between each pair of muscular legs.  Greystone's eggs were by far the largest, easily the biggest Matt had ever seen.  He openly gasped at the site of the truly enormous testicles that swung four inches in the bottom of a bloated, hairy sack.    Cadet West's balls were slightly larger than walnuts and almost perfectly round, bound tightly to his crotch in a hairless, baby-smooth nut sack.  Alan's balls were shaved, like West's and about the same time but were much more oval, the shape barely visible under a jungle of bushy white hair.

Spencer, despite his relatively lanky frame, boasted nuts nearly as big as Greystone's.  They were huge, dense looking sex organs that were stuffed so tightly in his sack that the stretched, shaved skin glistened in the light, the right ball hanging slightly lower than the left.  Last was Cadet Smith, who average-sized, oblong balls were encased in thick brown hair and hung an almost comically long distance from his crotch.  Smith's balls were extremely dense looking, as if two metal balls had been inserted in his scrotum instead of fleshy orbs; they were exactly the kind that made the most satisfying CRUNCH when they exploded suddenly and violently under a boot. The thought made Matt's cock twitch.

The five naked, muscular studs was like a visual smorgasbord for Matt, who was getting so turned on by the site of them he was starting to sweat.  What on Earth were these cadets up to?

"Cadets, take your positions."

With military discipline, the five naked studs took positions around the circular platform facing it, leaving their luscious, firm asses and well built backs on full display of the crowd.  No sooner had Matt taken in this latest visual than Cadet Morgan snapped his fingers three times into the air, causing a flurry of well orchestrated activity. Several of the watching cadets swarmed on the five chosen ones and proceeded to inject something into each of their biceps and shins. The cadets winced at each injection, but otherwise seemed unaffected.  Matt continued to watch as each of the five pair of  nuts was stretch out several inches and rings were applied between their crotches and the balls bulging at the end of the sack, preventing them from retracting into their bodies and keeping them vulnerably exposed.  This seemed especially painful for West, whose balls were naturally tight to his body.  Matt licked his lips as the young man squirmed uncomfortably. 

Finally,  all ten balls were placed on the table, resting there bulging and vulnerable just waiting for something heavy to smash them into paste.

When everything was setup, the cadets who had helped merged back into the watching crowd which was now arranged evenly around the table.  Matt looked on quizzically while, for several minutes, nothing seemed to happen.

"Cadet Greystone, front and center!" Morgan finally spoke.

The handsome Greystone's torso turned as if he was going to leave his spot at the table, but his legs stayed firmly in place.   The watching crowd began to murmur.

"Cadet Smith, step away from the table!" Morgan barked.

Morgan too seemed frozen to his spot, unable to lift either foot.

"I think you'll recognize this bit of tech we stole from the Federation," Donald whispered to Matt.

"We couldn't figure out how you were able to deliver it as a gas, so it was abandoned. But as you can see we still have some use for it."

Matt smiled broadly. He instantly recognized the muscle paralyzing serum that rendered a victim unable to walk or move from a standing position. Very handy for forcing someone to keep their legs spread during an interrogation... 

The crowd cheered when it was confirmed that all five young men were now frozen in place, leaving their balls extremely vulnerable.  Greystone's shoulder rotated, as if he was trying to move his arm, but the powerfully built arm barely moved.  Matt couldn't believe that these men were willing to have their well-sculpted, perfect, muscles rendered utterly useless to put their balls on the line -- though he wasn't entirely sure what was going to come next.  Apparently the urge to be submissive and busted that the otherwise alpha-male Donald had was fairly common in Jayce.

"The rules are simple," Morgan began pulling a small black device from his pocket.

Matt instantly recognized it as the control for a gravity disruptor, a relatively mundane piece of technology in the Federation but extremely out of place in unsophisticated Jayce.

"More stolen tech?" Matt smiled at Donald.

"The discs above the table are being held in place by a gravity sink and with the push of a button, the gravity returns to normal..."

Morgan pushed the only button on the device.  There was a blinding flash of blue light from the disc at the bottom of the stack.  Suddenly, the disc was no longer floating above the table, but crashing down to it. All five pair of eyes of the trapped cadets watched as the heavy disc slammed on top of their meaty testicles.  Greystone yelped girlishly as the disc finally came to rest, the now slightly compressed ten nuts the only thing separating the disc from the table top.  Matt figured out that the pole wasn't actually holding the discs -- the gravity device was doing that -- but the pole kept the discs on 'track', so that they landed directly on the table instead of tumbling onto some poor cadet's head.

Matt couldn't be sure how heavy each disc was, but gravity disruptor were commonly used to help everyday Federation citizens lift objects that were up to one hundred pounds with ease. Even a child could lift a couch one handed if a gravity disruptor was involved.  And judging by the beet red color of Cadet Alan's face and Greystone's earlier squeal, the weight was quite heavy.

"This is it, gentleman! No turning back.  Discato has begun!"

There was thunderous applause followed by another flash of blue light as another weight fell from the sack. It landed with a clank on top of the first disc, further compressing the trapped spuds.  The watching young men were jockeying around the table, shifting from side to side to get the best angle  of the impending castrations.

Matt was fully erect, and imagined Donald was as well, as they moved closer to the table to watch the action.  Cadet West's balls were already starting to turn blood red and were being compressed much flatter than the others.  Greystone's huge nuts on the other hand had barely compressed and seemed like they could have easily taken the weight of the entire stack themselves. Alan and Spencer were taking controlled, steady breaths as if trying to distract from the dull ache of having their balls crushed and Cadet Smith, still grinning, seemed hardly to notice his balls were not much flatter than when the game started.

Matt shielded his eyes as there was another flash of light and the third weight landed on the stack.  Greystone gasped as his meaty balls, suddenly compressed much flatter, though the huge organs were still more plump than the others.  Cadet West screamed and his bright blue eyes teared as his flattening orbs turned purplish blue under the weight.  Alan and Spencer nuts were compressed further, a look of anguish starting to creep over Alan's scarred face. 

"Oh yeah, I don't think West has too much longer," one of the onlookers sneered. 

Morgan gave the trapped studs a few minutes to catch their breaths before releasing another disc.  Spencer screamed as his testicles were further smashed and the pain had barely registered with the men before another disc was allowed to drop.

"OH GOD!" Cadet Alan wailed.

By now all of the cadets were crying, panting and -- in Alan's case sobbing loudly -- as their balls were compressed to their limit.  Even Greystone's huge testicles were compressed to meaty, blood red patties that were about to burst.  Matt couldn't help himself as he rubbed his rand over the tent in his crotch and several of the watching cadets did the same.

Alan and West's balls looked to be in the worst shape. Even with Greystone and Spencer's huge nads keeping the bulk of the weight off the other sets, Alan and West's nut sacks looked like they were literally about to blow open from the downward pressure.

Morgan stood directly behind West and whispered something in his ear.

"Say bye to your nuts, Cadet."

With a maniacal glean in his eye, Morgan pushed the button two more times, sending two more weights crashing onto the stack one after another.

SPLISH! 

West's mouth stretched open as far as it could go and he let out a deep, guttural scream.  His testicle had both burst in the sack, the weight stack now resting on the fractured organs.  His chiseled stomach muscles were convulsing in unbelievable pain as the shock of losing his nuts registered in his brain.  Meanwhile, by virtue of having the largest, rounded nuts, Greystone's organs were holding a disproportionately large amount of the weight, and were shouldering even more now that West's nuts had failed. 

Spencer was sobbing and begging as his mighty, gonads slowly got flatter and flatter... and flatter being compressed by the stack of weights as they settled downward, the little bit of support West's nuts had been offering now gone.

"Looks like we lost a pair already." Morgan laughed.

There was anther flash of blue as another weight fell.

SPLOSH!

Cadet Greystone instantly blacked out, too horrified to even scream as his enormous, flattened nuts violently exploded like tomatoes that had been stomped.  His sack split, sending the pulped contents spilling onto the table top, though the tight rings kept the bleeding to a minimum.  Cadet Alan looked over in horror as his comrade's huge glands were utterly destroyed, his own balls how less than a quarter inch thick and burgundy in color. 

The sinking stack of weights continued to grind into Cadet West's already fractured testicles, causing him to wail and plead to be let go.  Cadet Spencer, whose balls were now the largest still in tact, was shouldering even more of the weight on his dangerously compressed testicles.  He hadn't known just how much weight Greystone's nuts were taking until it had all instantly been transferred to his.  Cadet Smith, meanwhile, was letting out a steady, girlish squeal as his nuts were pinned against the table top, though they were still much closer to their original roundness than the others.

Morgan slowly walked around the table, examining the damage so far. He stopped when he was behind Cadet Greystone's hulking, blacked out frame.  He licked his lips as he sent two more heavy discs on to the pile.  Greystone's exposed testicles were being utterly pulped and West's sack was on the verge of splitting open, spilling the destroyed contents on to the table. Cadet Alan's rugged face was contorted in extreme pain and he was starting to black out when...

SPL--O--O-SH!

Before Morgan had even released another weight, Alan's entire sex life imploded like crushed bugs.  With Greystone's and West's balls no longer bearing any weight, the shifting, sinking weights had rested almost entirely on Alan's delicate balls. The membranes just couldn't take it, holding out for as long as possible before they catastrophically failed.  The right side of his sack blew open and, as the weights continued to settle, forced the chunky, mutilated testicles onto the table.  The weight stack was now listing, Greystone's balls totally pulped, West's sack split open and Alan's balls oozing out.  There were now only four extremely compressed, flattening balls holding up the weight that had once been shouldered by ten balls.  It was proving to be too much for Spencer. His toned, svelte body was glistening with sweat and he was desperately trying to move but his legs were stuck to their places.  He tried reaching for the weight stack, but as a result of the drug, his muscled arms were totally powerless to help. 

The crowd went wild as another, and then another weight fell from the stack.  Greystone and Alan, who were both now mercifully passed out and slumped over, had nothing but goop where their balls used to be.   Greystone's one titanic nuts had made an incredible  mess, the beefy nuts being so large that their splattered remains painted nearly half the table under the weights. West's dense nuts, though crushed before repair, weren't being quite as mutilated but the table in front of him was still slick with nut gunk. 

Morgan smiled broadly, his finger dancing, over the button on his control pad.

"Crush! Crush! Crush!" Matt chanted along with the others, caught up in the excitement. 

He wasn't the only person getting off watching this macabre contest.  Donald' pants were slick with a sticky sheen from an explosive hands-free cum shot.  A few of the other cadets' pants had matching stains and even Morgan was now stoking his fat, short cock with one hand while holding the control pas with the other.

Spencer was screaming at the top of his lungs as the weight of nearly the entire stack of weights crushed his balls. Cadet Smith was nearly comatose, but his balls seemed to be resisting any further deformation despite weight after weight crashing onto the table.

"Two more discato rings left," Morgan announced, sending the penultimate weight crashing down.

"OOOOH!" Spencer shrieked, his narrow face contorted in agony, his rippled chest convulsing and his voice cracking as his testicles finally caved under the weight.

The membranes of Spencer's testicles collapsed in cascading order, the orbs flattening like deflating balloons, filling his once proud sack with nothing but testicle gunk.  It was obvious Spencer wouldn't be having any children.

"We have a winner!"

The crowd erupted into cheers as Cadet Smith, his face now red and his voice growing hoarse from screaming, attempted to smile at his victory.

CLANK!

Morgan released the last weight which collided with the others with a metallic clanging. Smith gasped and -- if it hadn't been for the drugs -- would have crumpled to his knees. His strong, beefy testicles, which were now shouldering the weight of the entire stack, were finally starting to compress.  The crowd watched breathlessly as the organs got crushed flatter and flatter, waiting for them to explosively fail, but they held firm.

Matt, who was close to blowing his load just from watching, didn't notice as Donald stepped away and whispered something in Morgan's ear. The lead cadet's face lit up and he clapped his hands to call everyone to attention. The room was silent, except for the droning screams of Smith who was begging to be let go.

"It has come to my attention that we have a very special Federation guest here tonight.  Lieutenant Commander Matthew Armstrong, please come up here."

There were gasps of shock and whispers of dismay amongst the crowd.  It then dawned on Matt that most of these cadets had only seen him in passing on the base and didn't know his name. 

"It's the Crushing Commander!" one of the watching cadets shrieked, the front of his pants being drenched with sperm as if just the mention of 'the Crushing Commander's' name was enough to push him over the edge.

Matt made his way to Morgan and Donald and the cadets watched him as if in awe.

"So what do you think of our game, Commander?"  Morgan asked.

"I fucking love it!" Matt blurted out to applause.

"Well it looks like we have a pair here even Discato couldn’t crush. I wonder if he would have held up under you,"  Morgan said, stuffing his own cock back into his pants long enough to shake Matt's hand.

"I dunno, they're pretty tough and..." Matt suddenly had an amazing epiphany.

He remembered back to his first night in Jayce at the base when he had been squeezing Donald' ball while Donald was blowing his load. He recalled how squishy and flat the balls had gotten when they were free of sperm and thought -- if they had been under the Discato discs -- the sudden loss of internal pressure would have certainty caused them to burst.

"I have a question, Cadet Morgan." Armstrong started.

"Sir?"

"Is Cadet Smith a bottom?" 

There were hoots of approval from the crowd.

"Well he has a girlfriend in the city, but he's taken more cock than the Federation's First Lady." 

Everyone, including Matt, laughed at the good natured swipe at the President of the Federation’s notoriously scandalous wife. 

"Well then, I have an idea.  As you can see I'm getting really turned on,"

Matt slowly stood behind a whimpering and pleading Smith, pulling his pants down just enough to let his eight inch, rock hard cock flop forward.

"That's what you've been taking every night, Major Kent?"  one of the cadets asked incredulously.

Being incredibly tender, Matt wrapped his arms around Cadet Smith's waist and proceeded to bend the confused young man forward.

"What're you doing? I won! Let me go!" he managed to get out through gritted teeth.

The weight of the entire stack was still resting on his apparently unyielding orbs, which were quite flat and -- like eight balls before them -- about to burst.  But with no more weights, Smith's full, dense orbs could hold out indefinitely...

"Ah, well I think a good will present to the Federation officer would be okay," Morgan laughed.

"Breed his ass!"  someone shouted.

Matt proceeded to lean in and kiss the back of Cadet Smith's neck before nibbling his eat.  Despite the pain, Smith was getting incredibly turned on by the handsome, sensual Lieutenant Commander. Cadet Smith's back arched in pleasure as he felt Matt's precum soaked cock plunge into his ass.
Despite his nuts holding so much crushing weigh, Smith was in absolute heaven.  Like Donald, Cadet Smith was totally getting off by having his nuts crushed whilst being fucked, and with no more weights to threaten him, he was enjoying the dull, incredibly painful ache of his balls holding so much weight.

Cadet Smith's hole was well stretched, but he was incredibly good at milking Matt's long, hard cock with his ass muscles.  Matt had never experienced such an expert bottom, which was saying something since Donald was no amateur himself.  He could feel the trapped cadet's prostrate being pounded with each thrust and Smith's back arched as he positioned himself to give Matt he easiest access to his hole.  Matt's stymy became faster and harder until he was pounding Smith's ass like his life depending on it.

"Oh yeah! Oh fuck, yes! Yes!" Cadet Smith squealed in a high pitch voice as his own cock started to leak precum.

Matt looked over at the naked, beautiful bodies of the four other cadets were were still slumped over the table, the drug still stopping their legs from buckling and sending  them from falling over.  Meanwhile, he could hear the watching crowd moaning as they watched the impromptu sex show of the older Federation officer plowing the younger Jaycian cadet.  It was a strikingly ironic showing of goodwill and was giving the watching men a better impression of the Federation than any
reconciliation propaganda campaign ever could.

TWACK! TWACK! TWACK!

The sound of hands stroking big, wet cocks filled the room as Matt continued to pound into Smith.  Matt was grunting like an animal, holding the bent-over Smith by the shoulder so that he could pull the young man into each thrust.  The violent fucking was doing its job and Matt knew his plan was working... any moment Cadet Spencer was going to blow his pent up load, emptying his balls.  The filled sperm tubes were literally the last bit of structure keeping Smith's tortured testicle membranes in tier proper shape... Matt got so turned on thinking about what was going to happen to the unsuspecting young cadet that he picked up his pace even more. 

"Oh yeah!" Smith screamed, pleasure now totally overriding pain despite the fact his usually plump nuts were now the thickness of a pancake.

"Mmm. Yeah, sir! You're gonna make me blow,"

Smith was going crazy at the feeling of Matt's thick tool pounding into his guts and slamming his prostate.  He could feel his load building in his tortured nuts, totally unaware of the damage blowing his load could cause.  Matt reached around Smith's waist and grabbed the Young man's cock, a shockingly thick ten inch tool ,and proceeded to stroke it in rhythm to his plowing.  Matt could get used to having such a big cocked, gorgeous young man around to be nothing more than a living sex toy...

"Oh!" Mmm!"  Matt couldn’t' even form words as he licked and sucked Smith's neck. 

The young  man turned to face the handsome Federation daddy who had been pounding his ass and the two locked in a passionate kiss.  It was too much for Matt and his body shuddered as squirt after squirt of his hot cum flooded inside Cadet Smith.  Matt's cock was spewing with so much force that Smith felt like the load was going hit the back of his teeth.  The young man gasped, his face contorted in pleasure as Matt continued to pump his cock and fill him with cum.

"Oh! I'm gonna... I'm gonna.."

Cadet Smith's arched his back as he screamed in ecstasy.  A huge, thick rope of seamen blasted out of his cock, shooting across the table where it splattered Greystone's rippled abs .  Greystone's abs were dripping jizz as another rope of cum, then another, and another flew from the cadet's penis.

Poor, de-sexed Greystone looked like he had been the target of a circle jerk, with cum now dripping off his blacked out face, pecs and abs.  Matt watched in amazement at the volley of cum, knowing that Smith's balls were rapidly losing volume...

CRUNCH! SPLOSH!

Smith was still in mid spurt so didn't immediately realize what had happened at first.  His sperm tubes empty, the weakened membranes of his testicles just couldn't compensate for the empty volume and -- one after another -- his mighty gonads burst.  The tissues that had been struggling to keep Smith's balls round catastrophically failed, sending the entire weight landing on the table top where it settled with a clang.   The implosion at been so cataclysmic, that the fleshy orbs burst like bombs, sending chunks flying several feet beyond the table in all directions. 

"OOOOOH!" Cadet smith, who was sill spewing bloody jizz, wailed like a dyign animal as Matt continued to plunge his still hard, spent cock into the ruined young man's ass.

"Holy fuck that was incredible! A fucking busting genius .... oh!"

 Morgan couldn’t finish the thought as a glob of jizz flew from his cock -- which he had been stroking with both hands during the show.

Two cadets hopped on top of the weight discs in front of Greystone and stroked their cocks the final times to get them over the edge.  Greystone's chest was splattered with their double load.  No sooner as they hopped off than another cadet got on the table and blasted Cadet West's face with a massive, gooey load.  Cadet Alan was next, then Spencer.  By the time everyone had cum, the five blacked out Discato players were dripping with cum, an ironic conclusion considering how none of them would ever be able to coat anyone with sperm again.

Matt, who had been fucking the passed out Smith during the bukkake session, creamed in his hole a final time before finally pulling out.

"You were brilliant, Matt," Donald said hugging his lover tightly.

Matt was about to lean in for a kiss when he was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

"Lieutenant Commander! Can you crush mine,"  a beefy cadet who had stripped out of pants asked breathlessly.  

Cum was still dripping from the muscle stud's fat cock, but it was already getting hard at the prospect of being a willing victim of the Crushing Commander's fist.  Without hesitation, Matt clutched the man's heavy, big orbs in his powerful fist and squeezed.  The other cadets gathered around, many of them already hard again, and watched as Matt expertly kneaded, twisted, pulled and compressed the young man's nuts flatter and flatter.

"Oooh!"  the young man screamed just as he felt his right ball explode in Matt's hand.

That left all the pressure on the left orb that barely lasted a few seconds longer than the right...

SQUISH!

Matt's cock, which had already blown twice, was rock hard again as he felt the satisfying crunch of the young man's balls bursting in the sack.  There was something infinitely erotic about crushing the balls of a totally willing victim, and Matt desperately hoped another cadet would volunteer.  He released his grip and let the beefy cadet fall to his knees.  On a cursory glance, his ball sack still looked whole, but Matt knew there wouldn't be anything able to save the yougn man's now fractured, testicles.

"Did you see how fast he nutted that guy?" 

"That was amazing!"

"Commander Armstrong. Please, please do me next,"

Before Matt even knew what was happening a tall young looking cadet with jet black hair, a tone build and adorable freckles had placed his low hanging , small balls in Matt's palm.  Matt considered unleashing his signature one-handed ball busting squeeze but stopped, instead forming a ring around the base of the cadet's scrotum, causing the balls inside to bulge obscenely against the sack.

"Oh fuck yea!" the cadet, his face a mixture of fear and pleasure, moaned.

Matt locked eyes with the young man and was struck at the look of pleading in his eyes.

"You want me to mush these?"

"Oh hell yes!"

Matt balled his other fist, lined his knuckles so that they would collide squarely at the seam in the cadet's sack and drew his fist back.  Matt particularly enjoyed busting a pair like this since the first few devastating blows cracked and pulped the nuts and -- in the case of weaker balls -- the sack would split and the remaining blows would leave Matt's fist covered in splattered nut goop.  Matt gave this cadet's balls a quick squeeze and grinned. They had the perfect firm, yet disproportionately yielding, consistency that meant they were going to really make a mess.

Matt's fist collided with the willingly offered, bloated sack with a wet, horrendous SPLAT!
----

Counting Cadet Smith, Matt had ended five cadet's chances of having children that night in the ruins.  He took pleasure in slowly de-nutting each victim, describing to the awe-struck onlookers in painstaking detail exactly what damage each blow, squeeze, kick and stomp  was doing to the doomed testicles.

Lieutenant Commander Matt Armstrong was struck at how prevalent the need to be totally subservient was amongst Jaycian men, especially considering how fiercely masculine and powerful they appeared on the surface.  With war ending and the Federation slowly starting to peacefully ceded back territory to other states, it would be unlikely that Armstrong would ever be able to practice his brutal ball busting on a captured set of balls, so he was beyond grateful for the 'gift' the cadets had left him with.  He was also saddened that he likely wouldn't be returning to the Jayce Confederacy for some time...

There was a deep, drone as the maglev train powered up in the station.  The watching Jaycian civilians looked in awe as the enormous train began to rise from the ground until it was hovering three feet above the track.   The train slowly departed the station, drifting silently through the air as if by magic. 

Confetti rained down, people cheered and waved Jaycian  and Federation flags and music played. Eventually though, the crowd dispersed, the politicians were done giving their speeches and train -- which had long left the station -- was nothing more than a memory beyond the distant hills.

Major Kent stood alone on the platform.  He was wearing his full dress uniform, a sign of respect that had been markedly absent when he had first met the train.  Major Kent looked up at the ruins of the skyscrapers, their leaning skeletons making the scene even more foreboding, and bit his lip trying not to cry.

"So long," he mumbled sadly. 

He turned on one foot to leave when he was startled by a familiar voice.

"Cheer up,"

Major Kent looked toward the direction fo the voice and squealed in delight when he saw Lieutenant Commander Armstrong standing there. Major Kent jogged over the Armstrong beaming, not stopping until the two were only inches apart.  Donald, who was struggling to behave in a manner befitting his regal uniform, refrained from jumping into Matt's arms.

"Lieutenant Commander?"

"It's just Matt, now."  Matt said holding up a glossy identification card.

Donald raised his hand to his mouth and gasped when he read the headings on the card: "JAYCE CONFERACY - CITIZEN IDENTIFICATION CARD"

"Wha-- I don't understand,"

Matt explained that, when his superiors informed him that he was to be stationed indefinitely at a military base in Australia to oversee the military's de-Federalization of that continent, he simply resigned. The act of resigning and enjoying the generous retirement benefits wasn't itself unusual, especially now that the Federal Navy was retracting.  But Matt's superiors were dumbstruck when he requested that, instead of being put up in  a comfortable retirement arcology, he simply wanted to be left behind in the Jayce Confederacy.  The Jaycian government jumped at the opportunity to extend their first permanent visa in centuries and officially open their borers to 'everyday people' for the first time in memory. 

"So you gave up all that, technology, the prestige. All of those things for me."

Matt blushed.

"Well, for you.. and these." 

He reached into the waist band of Donald's uniform pants, clutched his balls and gave them a squeeze.  Donald expected it to be a quick, playful squeeze.  But Matt didn't let up, instead giving Donald's nuts a devastating, crushing squeeze that filled the pit of his stomach. 

The two locked eyes briefly until Donald closed his tightly, tears of pain streaming down his face, as he tried desperately not to cry out.  If Matt kept going, Donald knew for a fact, he was going to castrated right there in the station.  For the first time since he had been with Matt, Donald actually thought his balls were going to be totally crushed.

"Matt...stop..."

Matt smiled and let go of Donald's throbbing testes.

"Besides, Donald.  You said it yourself, people don't live as long in Jayce so I didn’t wanna' waste any more time."

Donald, his mind still flooded from the painful, yet deliciously pleasurable feeling of having his balls nearly popped, could barely comprehend the extend of what Matt was saying.  Matt leaned and gave Donald and deep, passionate kiss instantly conveying more feeling than any high-minded soliloquy ever could.

Donald took off his uniform jacket, revealing a sweat soaked, pec-hugging undershirt, and casually tossed it to the ground.

"Alright, Matt. Let's have an adventure."

THE END