Carnival Carnage

Three football players stood side by side, their legs forced apart with a spreader bar tied at their ankles and their arms tied behind their backs. They were affixed to wooden posts mounted securely to the ground. All of the young men were gagged but all of them were smiling and in good spirits despite their situation. It was the annual student body carnival at their prestigious all boys college and they had volunteered for the 'Make the Jock Sing Soprano' booth setup by the football team

The sun shone down brightly on the scattered booths and attractions at the carnival, causing the three trapped jocks to sweat, their fit young bodies glistening with sweat. All three were wearing only tight fitting, white boxer brief underwear that left little to the imagination.

Patrick was the youngest at nineteen, a freshman on the team with a mess of shaggy blond hair topping out his athletic five foot nine frame. He was built for running, so lacked the bulging muscles of the other two, but his twelve-pack, rippling abs and toned biceps still glistened invitingly in the sun as a goofy smile was plastered over his face. Next to him was Darius, a junior, a handsome dark skinned line backer who was only slightly taller than Patrick but easily twice the weight and filled out with hulking, powerfully cut muscles. An almost unrealistically large bulge protruded from the intersection of this thick, muscular legs, the snaking outline of a donkey-like penis inching down his leg. Earlier in the day passerbys had questioned if it was real and the ring master pulled down Darius' shorts to reveal two quite real enormous, black balls. Last was Travis, a boyishly handsome shaved haired senior. Travis was the tallest of the three at just over six foot, and had a similar build as Patrick -- muscular, extremely well-defined but not hulking. A fiery red goatee gave a splash of color to his otherwise pale face and a trail of thick, curly red hair lead from his mounding pecs down his washboard stomach, disappearing into his shorts. Travis made a point of parading around the locker room naked to show off his huge testicles which hung nearly six inches. His large nuts made for a hefty bulge that rivaled Darius'.

The Ring Master, a fellow footballer dressed in a stripped shirt and large straw hat, rang a bell and shouted to the passing crowd.

"Step right up! Step right up! Have a chance to make these jocks sing soprano!"

The three bound jocks giggled.

A short, Asian student all three instantly recognized as a nerdy though popular sophomore stepped up and handed the Ring Master his money. The Ring Master handed the young man three softball-sized orange rubber balls and stepped aside. A line had been drawn in the sand several yards away, the closest a contestant could stand, and the Asian took his place right on the line. He carefully aimed and sent the first ball sailing with a well-aimed, though not very powerful throw. It collided weakly with Patrick's stomach. Patrick winced mockingly and the Asian readied the second ball. This one landed with a bit more force, but hitting Patrick's thigh instead of his crotch.

"One more chance. Are you gonna' make him sing soprano?"

The Asian carefully wound up his pitch and sent the last ball flying through the air.

"Mmmph!" Patrick gasped as the rubber ball collided with surprising force directly into his left nut.

"Good job! Good job! Tell your friends to come back so these guys can really be sopranos by the end of the carnival."

The Asian student laughed at the still wincing Patrick as he walked away.

The Ring Master turned toward the three and sighed.

"I thought this would've been a hit. I mean come on. It's a novel idea. Who wouldn't want to nut a jock."

The four of them laughed as another student, a tall, somewhat lanky basketball player named Jordan stepped up and handed the Ring Master his cash.

For reasons no one on campus could quite remember, the football and basketball teams had been rivals for some time. Jordan gave Travis a menacing look as he took his first ball, wound his arm several times, then sent the ball sailing.

CRUNCH!

It was a direct hit, the rubber ball compressing Travis's huge right nut. Travis's eyes grew large and he had barely registered the pain of the first hit before...

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

The next two balls struck back to back, both perfectly aimed into his right nut. Travis's eyes watered despite his efforts to control himself; those balls were heavier than he thought! Jordan laughed and handed the Ring Master another wad of money.

Jordan didn't break eye contact with Travis as he wound up a pitch and sent the orange ball toward Travis's defenseless crotch.

Travis let out a guttural, muffled scream into his gag as the ball collided with force into his left ball.

Jordan feigned sympathy as he shouted "That didn't sound soprano to me. Maybe this will do the trick,"

The next ball traveled faster than the first, impacting Travis's battered right nut again. Travis, to his surprise, was in agony. The balls were much, much harder than the plastic softballs they had used for practice. He could feel his crotch throbbing from the five previous impacts and knew there was still one more to go...

CRUNCH!

Jordan put everything he had into the last pitch, the rubber ball crushing Travis's right nut into his body. Travis gasped and tears streamed down his face. Jordan and another basketball player who had come up to watch both mockingly rubbed their eyes. Travis's face flushed red with embarrassment as he tried to contain himself, his mind going crazy from the burning pain in his crotch.

"I want a turn," Fred, the other basketball player, asked.

Fred handed the Ring Master cash, then handed him what looked to be enough money for a second turn. He leaned in and whispered something into the Ring Master's ear. The Ring Master nodded and walked toward the line in the sand, which he promptly erased with his foot.

The three trapped jocks looked on helplessly as the Ring Master used a spray can to pain a new starting line in the sand, this one three feet closer than the last. Travis, remembering the pain he had just experienced, panicked at the prospect of being hit from even closer range.

"Well, it is for charity, guys." the Ring Master said reassuringly as he handed Fred there orange balls.

By now a small crowd, mostly basketball players, had gathered around the scene. Fred was fairly muscular with a disproportionately built upper body and arms. Fred let out a slightly maniacal laugh as he sent his first ball directly into Travis's right nut. Travis gasped and would have doubled over if he wasn't held up by the post.

"I think Travis has had enough. Maybe you could aim for the others..."

CRUNCH!

The second ball crunched Travis's now swollen right nut with much more force than any of the other balls so far. A wet crunch echoed up to Travis' head as the rubber ball dug into the membranes of his huge, assaulted nut. He was really in pain. This wasn't like the practice rounds at all.

"Aah!" Travis screamed through his gag.

"Hmm. Didn't seem high pitch enough."

Fred winked at the now openly crying Travis as the last orange ball crunched his suffering right ball.

Fred stepped away from the line and another basketball player too his spot.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH. All three balls landed on Travis's visibly swollen crotch.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH SPL-A-T! Another contestant aimed exclusively for Travis's manhood, the last ball hitting his dangerously assaulted right nut with a sickening splat that made some of the watching young men wince in sincere sympathy -- though most of them were laughing.

Travis, despite his powerful, intimidating physique was sobbing, squealing girlishly with each blow. The membranes and tissues of his assaulted nuts were starting to cave in, though no one was aware of the extent of the damage.

The Ring Master was getting nervous as yet another player was aiming for Travis.

"Come on guys! There are two more targets..."

CRUNCH! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Thee more of the heavy, rubber balls compressed Travis's manhood. He thought he was going to pass out from the pain. The front of his underwear was soaked with piss, which only seemed to make the watching crowd laugh harder. He wasn't having fun anymore and really wanted to be let down by his screams of genuine terror were thought to be nothing more the jock 'singing soprano'.

After several more players had all taken their turns, all aiming at Travis, Travis was nearly comatose, his head shifting slightly and his rippled abs tensing with each powerful impact. The bulge in his shorts was now twice the size, making it look comically large, the outline of each battered, swollen nut clearly visible. If anyone had taken the time to examine him up close, they would have seen that -- though they were larger -- the orbs were much flatter than when the game had started. The delicate membranes of Travis's gonads were literally being crushed flat as ball after ball found its target.

"Hey, hey. That's enough!" the Ring Master grabbed the arm of yet another basketball player who was lining up to crunch Travis's junk.

The basketball player roughly shoved the Ring Master to the ground and spat on him "Hey now, I paid my fee. I get my turn."

The Ring Master, stunned, went to stand but was quickly pinned down by two other basketball players.

"Hey, what the fu---"

CRACK!

Greg, the next player in line, sent his size thirteen foot crashing into the side of the Ring Master's head with a deafening crack. The Ring Master instantly blacked out as his head snapped to the side.

All three tied up jocks looked out at the maddening scene in horror. The Ring Master, the only voice of reason in an increasingly hostile crow, had just been brutally knocked out leaving them vulnerable and totally defenseless as the entire basketball team gathered around them .

"Hey, I think this line is too far away," Greg said picking up the fallen Ring Master's spray can an spraying another line -- three feet closer to the bound jocks.

He took his place holding a ball on the new line, now a mere six feet away and hurled it as hard as he could into Travis's crotch.

CRUNCH!

The ball sank further into Travis's bruised sack.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

Each basketball player took a ball and hurled it toward Travis. Dozens of hard, orange rubber balls slammed into Travis's crotch. His nuts were visibly flatter, and the rubber balls were sinking in further and further with each blow. Fred was about to take another turn when he threw down his ball and approached the now blacked out Travis's limp, beautiful body.

Without a word, we reached for Travis's underwear and pulled it to his knees. The watching students laughed riotously at the black and blue genitals now swinging between the helpless jock's legs. Each ball was swollen to three times their normal size so now just looked borderline ridiculous they were so large. Fred roughly grabbed Travis's right ball and squeezed while Darius and Patrick looked on helpless..

"Mmm. This thing is getting soft, boys," Fred announced, a wicked glean in his eye as he roughly kneaded and squeezed the softening, enormous testicle in his strong hand.

He stepped back to the line and barked "Did you bring 'em?"

Fred produced a knapsack filled with blue, apparently rubber or plastic balls, roughly the same size as the orange ones. Even Fred seemed surprised by the weight of the ball as he struggled to hold it upright. Darius and Patrick screamed for Fred to stop as he hurled the much heavier blue ball into Travis's junk.

CR--U-----SPLAT!

The heavy orb collided with Travis's ball sack and instantly turned both abused nuts into mush. The crowd cheered as the next young man took another heavy blue ball and hurtled it at Travis.

The ball hit the defenseless jock's ruined sack with a satisfying, wet SPLAT as the scrotum started to take on a deflated, lumpy appearance.

SPLAT! SPLAT!

The entire team took turns further pulping Travis's destroyed nuts until his once over-stuffed sack housed nothing but mushy remains.

"Whose next!" Fred shouted and the team erupted in shouts of "Darius" and "Patrick"

Fred picked up a blue ball and hurled it Darius's crotch. It collided with a loud SPLAT as his massive genitals started to be tenderized. The bound jock struggled and screamed into his gag as heavy blue balls collided dozens of times with his meaty nads, each time sinking further and further into his crushed testicular membranes.

"Let's see how he's holding up," Fred said walking up to Darius and pulling his underwear down to his knees.

Darius, half dazed, looked down as Fred roughly rolled each of his huge, swollen nuts in his hands, kneading and squeezing, pressing his thumb into the ball meat to look for any sign of weakness.

"Bingo! Let's use the bats,"

Greg pulled a heavy, aluminum bat out of the knapsack and handed it to Fred.

Darius's eyes bugged out as he let out a blood curdling scream that was almost totally muffled by the gag.

CRACK!

Fred's bat collided dead on with the swinging, vulnerable sack. Darius's black nuts bounced wildly, trying to escape as the bat came down on them again, this time with a wet, sickening POP.

Darius nearly blacked out as his destroyed left nut shattered in the sack. The watching basketball players cheered and Fred tossed the bat at the next athlete in line, who dramatically lined up his hit on Darius's last nut.

Darius wailed in terror as the bat sailed through the air with a whoosh...

SPL--A--AA--T!

His last nut instantly burst on impact, his scrotum split down the middle. Darius looked down as his destroyed, massive equipment sobbing hysterically and struggling so hard it seemed like he was going to escape. Shockingly, the handsome stud was awake as the team took terns swinging at his busted sack like a pinata until it finally exploded open, his crunched nuts dangling, totally exposed outside of his body.

Fred took two of the heavy blue balls, one on each hand, and positioned them so that they sandwiched Darius's fractured right nut. Darius wailed and begged for Fred to stop, but Fred only looked up smiling as he slammed the blue balls together, showering himself with an explosion of nut goop as Darius's right nut explosively burst. Darius blacked out, so didn't witness his last nut mushed in similar fashion.

Meanwhile, a group of boys were busy using Travis's flattened sack as a punching bag, their powerful fists landing into the mushy abomination with satisfying, sloshing noises. Greg grabbed Travis's bag and massaged the soupy mix in his hands, obviously enjoying the sensation of having totally nutted the arrogant jock.

Now only Patrick was left. He had just witnessed two team mates castrated brutally in broad daylight, and he was in the same vulnerable position. His underwear was wet from urine and he was pleading and crying uncontrollably as Fred stood in front of him with the bat.

"Hmm. I think we need to do something extra special for this bloated sack of nuts," Fred said as he reached out and pulled Patrick's underwear down with one hand.

Patrick's rippled stomach glistened with sweat as his donkey nuts hung lazily between his legs.

"What should we do with these," Fred mused to himself as he bounced Patrick's large nuts in his hands, his mind raising to calculate the messiest way to end Patrick's young sex life. Suddenly, Fred's eyes lit up as he stepped away from the struggling jock.

"Peter, did you bring your dog?"

A lanky, dark haired basketball player stepped forward, "No, I left him at home,"

"Go get him, quick. We won't be able to hold him much longer,"

Peter nodded and went off sprinting. The basketball players encircled the 'Make a Jock Sing Soprano' booth, pretending to be playing the harmless game. Anyone passing by would have been fooled unless they took the time to examine. Besides, most of the action was on the other side of the carnival. The men took turns beating the shit out of Patrick's sack with the bat. Patrick screamed and nearly choked on his own vomit as he felt his left nut crack after ten minutes of non stop beating.

A moment later Peter came dripping with sweat and panting heavily as if he was run the entire way home and back. He was carrying a rather fat, dopy looking beagle. in his arms. He handed the dog over to Fred who attempted to pet the ostensibly docile animal which instantly became viscus at the touch. The beagle's floppy ears swayed as it attempted to rear back and bite Fred.

Fred laughed as he carried the dog over to Patrick, who was wailing and struggling like a mad man.

Fred made evil eye contact with the helpless muscle stud. He hovered the beagle's snout in front of the half broken, bloated ball bag and waited. The beagle had calmed down a bit and was now just harmlessly licking the ball sack, unsure what he was supposed to be doing.

"Good boy," Fred said petting behind the beagle's ears.

As the dog licked, Patrick couldn't help but get aroused,, and his cock started swelling in response. The watching baseball players hooted and howled as Patrick's thick, veiny cock stuck out the full ten inches. It was truly a masterpiece cock and some of the supposedly straight young men were getting hard themselves looking at it as it pulsed with each of Patrick's panicked heart beats.

"Hey, beagle, beagle!" Fred cried out striking the animal with a fist on the nose.

The beagle became instantly aggravated and chomped down on Patrick's right nut. Patrick wailed as the dog's molars compressed his precious nut dangerously flat.

"Hey beagle!" Fred said again, poking the dog near the eye.

The enraged beagle chomped again, this time totally puncturing the testicle with its teeth. Patrick's cock continued to throb as the angry beagle kept biting and chomping on his sack.

"Aaah!" Patrick screamed in a girlish, high pitch wail as his head slumped to the side.

The beagle's canines had totally bitten through his right nut. The dog chomped again, sending it's canines through the left nut. The dog kept puncturing holes into the destroyed sack until it stopped, Patrick's right nut still between its teeth, and started to shake his head wildly.

"That's right, get the ball," Fred joked.

The beagle's shaking head was stressing and tugging on the connective tissues keeping Patrick's battered nut attached to its body. The chords were stretched and twisted, pulled out further and further until they released with an audible SNAP. The beagle chewed up Patrick's severed nut and swallowed the massive thing nearly whole before moving on to the next. Patrick's last nut took a bit longer for the thrashing beagle to dislodge, but it finally did with a wet, visceral ripping.

"Good boy, beagle," Fred said stetting down the beagle.

Peter crouched down and petted his dog casually as it was playing with -- and ripping apart -- Patrick's last nut. The fleshy orb started totally coming apart, membranes torn from membrane, as the beagle played until only a bloody, gooey mess remained.

Meanwhile Fred had grabbed Patrick's enormous cock and was grabbing it firmly at the base. It was still hard since Fred's tightly closed hand was stopping it from deflating.

"Rip it off! Rip it off!" the crowd chanted as Fred repositioned to grab Patrick's huge dong with both hands.

He began pulling away from the helpless stud's body, stretching the cock as far as it would go. He then alternated between rapid, quick pulls and long, slow tugs until he cried out "I think it's starting to rip off!"

Everyone cheered as Fred renewed his concentration and effort. He grasped the base of the still hard cock with both hands and twisted while pulling. Patrick's gorgeous cock rotated completely around, stressing the connective tissues, while it was being pulled outward. Blood started to appear at the base of his cock as the huge organ started to come detached..

"Rip it off! Rip it off!"

Fred was sweating from effort, determined to single handled destroy Patrick’s entire sex life...

R--I--II--PP! There was a loud, wet tearing as Patrick's cock came off so rapidly that Fred fell backward, still clutching the ruined organ.

The team cheered as they looked over the totally desexed jocks still tied to poles in front of them.

"What about his guy?" someone said pointing to the Ring Master, who was still knocked out, splayed spread eagle in the dirt.

"Someone just stomp his bulge until it's flat and let's get out of here."

Greg stepped between the totally defenseless Ring Master's legs and stomped viciously into the bulge between his muscular legs.

Without ceremony, Greg stomped and stomped, feeling the poor stud's pelvis with each stomp until SPLOSH first one and then SPLAT the other testicle violently burst. To be sure, every one on the team got a chance to stomp the mound until it was totally flat. There was no evidence the handsome footballer had ever had a bulge in his crotch.

The team hastily made their was away from the carnival, but not before untying each of the ruined, young football jocks so that they would be found as nothing more than a pile of sexless muscle.