The Easter Egg Dis-Coloring Contest

It was the day of the annual East Egg Coloring Contest at the Alpha Chi Chi sorority house and the excitement in the air was palpable.  It was just after six the evening on Easter Sunday and the great hall of the AXX house was crowded with a dozen young women, many still literally in their Sunday best, crowded around a small stage like platform that had been erected in the middle of the room.

On the platform were three wooden chairs decorated in pastel bows, like what you would have at a fancy wedding reception, and in those chairs were three naked young men whose arms were tied tightly behind their backs by those same pretty ribbons. Their legs were spread at the ankles by wooden bars secured to their ankles with rope.

The watching young ladies jeered while they admired the three captive men in front of them.  In chair one was Jason, boyfriend of the sorority president, and a delicious display of raw masculinity. His pecs mounded over his well defined pecs and a treasure trail of fuzzy blonde hair - matching the shag on the top of this head -- lead to his crotch/  His big round nuts dangled vulnerabky off the edge of his chair.  Next was Alex, a swimmer on the college team who who was currently dating the sorority vice president.  Alex was a bit short shorter than Jason but equally well toned.  His hair was a dirty blonde, as opposed to Jason’s almost-white hair, which made the handsome lad seem more tan he actually was.  Last was Austin, a relatively scrawny young man whose only affiliation with the sorority was that he was the hired lawn boy who whose affection for Brianna, the sorority treasurer, were entirely one way.  However, what young Austin lacked in musculature he more than made up for below the belt; hanging between his thighs were two absolutely enormous nuts that easily gave Alex and Jason a run for their money.

“Ladies! Are you ready!”

Stacy, the sorority president, called out over the crowd as she took the stage.  In her petite hand she was holding a wooden mallet with a squat handle and a large, sturdy round head.

The watching young women broke into applause as Amanda, a curvy brunette, joined Stacy on stage holding a matching mallet in her manicured hands.

“It’s time for the 2016 Alpha Chi Chi egg coloring contest!”  Stacy announced, squatting so that she was level with her boyfriend’s ample crotch.

“And do we have some nice big eggs to color this year!”

She finished grasping Jason’s big sweaty left nard in her free hand and squeezing viciously.

“Ooooh!”

Jason gasped in pain has his semi-hard cock literally squirted precum onto the stage in front of him.

“Looks like someone’s already ready!”  She laughed giving her lover’s ball another hard, twisting squeeze.

“I love you, mistress!”  Jason gasped while his lover’s delicate hand squeezed his nut.

The watching crowd hollered in approval.

“That’s right, ladies!  One of these lily-white sacks is about to be turned black, blue and red! Am I right!”  

Amanda, who was now kneeling between Alex’s spread legs, set down her mallet so she could grab one of Alex’s balls in each hand and mercilessly squeeze the big, dense organs in her hands.

“Oooh! Ooooh! Yes, mistress! Fucking pop ‘em!”  Alex begged through gritted teeth.

“Oh yea, you want mistress to ruin these balls?”

“Yes, ma’am! Please!”

“No yet, boo.”  Amanda said releasing her grip on Alex’s balls, to Alex’s open dissatisfaction.

“Don’t forget about me!”  Came Brianna’s high pitched voice as she took the stage holding an equally large mallet.

“Oh! Mistress Brianna!”  Austin’s seven inch cock instantly sprang to life, oozing precum just at the sight of his master.

“Looks like someone’s ready to make some scrambled eggs!”  Brianna giggled holding her mallet so that the large head was hovering over Austin’s huge nuts.

“Yes, mistress.  Whatever you say,”

Austin was in a fog of lust and desire, eager to do whatever is mistress desired, even if it meant putting his pornographically huge manhood at stake.  After all, he’d come to realize, what was a man’s place if not to satisfy his mistress.

The watching crowd was going wild, some of the women open fingering themselves as Stacy laid out the rules of the contest.  She, Amanda and Brianna would have five minutes to color, or rather dis-color, their man’s eggs and the ravenous crowd would judge the results by cheering for whichever contestant they thought won.  Beyond that, the rules were simple -- there were not rules.

“On your marks,”

The three heavy mallets were positioned precariously over the the three over stuffed sacks.

“Get set...”

Jason, Alex and Austin, totally obedient to the whims of their mistress looked out longingly, beginning the games to begin.

“Go!”  Stacy shouted excitedly.

“Oooh!”

Jason gasped as the mallet drove his nuggets into his pelvis.

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

The watching crowd was going crazy as the three sorority sisters pounded their respective bound sacks over and over with the wooden mallets.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

Barely a minute in, poor Austin felt he was going to pass out. Brianna, despite her petite frame, was delivering blow after devastating blow to his quickly scrambling eggs.  However, the sheer size of Austin’s nuts was working to Brianna’s advantage, as the dainty red head hardly needed to aim to score a direct hit, crunching Austin’s larger-than-egg sized gonads into his slender thighs.

“Come on! They’re barely turning red...”  Brianna coxed her star-crossed lover.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

“Stay awake now, please. For me,” Brianna batted her eyes at Austin, who never broke eye contact with his love.

“Anything for you, mistress... Oooh!”

Austin’s lovely blue eyes crossed -- but never broke from Brianna -- as the mallet continued to mash his sack.

Meanwhile Jason wasn’t faring much better. Stacy, the star hitter on the sorority baseball team, was scoring home run after home run on her hunky boyfriend’s manhood.  

“Ooooh!” Mmpph!”

Jason was going delirious from pain, but the site of his mistress’s bosom was keeping his eight inch dick hard and leaking.  His plump nuts had swollen to twice their normal size and were turning beet purple.

It was minute two to the game and Alex was growing impatient at his mistresses’ weak blows to his grossly swelling nuts.  Despite this sack taking on an unhealthy purplish-red tint Alex as screaming at Amanda to go harder.

“Pound harder, mistress. Please! You’re gonna’ lose.  Pound them flat, my love! Ooooh!”

“Oh yeah, you want me to rupture you, Alex?”

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

“Yes! Yes mistress! Fucking splatter em!”

CRUNCH CRUNCH!

Amanda wasn’t holding back on her husky boyfriend’s nuts as she sent the mallet crashing over and over again into his defenseless crotch. Alex’s big nuts bounced and jiggled at each impact turning increasingly purple under the barrage.

Minute two started with Jason moaning in ecstasy as his mistress worked to reduce his nuts into paste.

“Oooohh...”

The big blonde jock smiled into Stacy’s eyes as his nuts were flattened over and over and over into his pelvis.  By now his nuts had taken on deep red, almost blackish tint under the non stop barrage.  But Stacy was happy and that was all Jason cared about.

“Pound ‘em flatter!” He bellowed and Stacy happily obliged.

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

All three young men allowed their mistresses to mercilessly pound their swelling, bloated sacks with the mallets.  It was barely two minutes in and it was obviously not all six nuts were going to survive intact, but the groaning, obedient men - fixated on their masters - kept their legs spread wide for the assault.

CRUNCH! SPLAT!

Alex’s big nuts had been pounded for nearly three minutes non stop and the damage was starting to show.  His nuts were swollen to nearly twice their normal size and turning a nasty shade of blue-black, yet his cock was still hard, leaking precum as his gaze fixated on Amanda’s perfect tits and body.  He so wanted to satisfy his mistress that he thrust his powerful hips upward into her mallet blows, increasing the power of every impact.  He wanted his mistress to win the contest even if it meant his manhood would be splattered all over his thighs.

By minute four, Austin’s naturally huge balls has swollen to ridiculous proportions and were blue-pup;le.

CRUNCH! SPLOSH! CRUNCH!

Austin was comatose from pain and lust, his beautiful blue eyes rolled in the back of his head as he moaned for his mistress to finish him off.

“Yes! Brianna! Please!” Austin was barely audible over the frenzied cheers of the crowed.

SPLAT! CRUNCH! SPLAT!

Briana could feel the mallet encountering less and less resistance as she pounded the hapless lawn boy’s giant nuts.  The big organs compressed to a fraction of their normal sized, pounded nearly flat into his crotch, and barely had time to recover before the mallet found its target again and again and again.

It was the beginning of minute five, not like any of the boys were keeping track, and all three girls were pounding the helpless balls under their mallets like the fate of the world depending on it.  

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! SPLAT!

All six big eggs bounces and jiggled like they were about to explode.  All six were a blackish-blue mixed with purple and all three sacks were taking on an entirely unhealthy, flattened appearance.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

“I love you, mistress!”

Austin blacked out as his nutsack, easily twice as big as the other two, took on blood-red streaks that gave a festive appearance to his otherwise black sack.

BLOOSH! CRUNCH!

Austin smiled faintly as his sack started to deflate under Brianna's pounding.

“Mistress! Please! Harder!”  Alex bucked his hips upward in perfect rhythm to Amanda's downward swings.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

“YES!!”” Alex screamed, his cock showering some lucky sorority sister in the front row as the mallet compressed his balls to a fourth of their meaty, swollen girth.

“Harder!”

CRUNCH! BLOOSH!

Alex’s cum shot turned a pinkish white as his mistress annihilated his now lumpy scrotum over and over.

Jason looked into his mistress’ eyes, crying he hadn’t yet given her the satisfaction of cracking his big jock nuts wide open.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

“Oh yes!”  Jason bellowed as he felt the mallet doing unrecoverable harm to his junk.

“Harder!”

CRUNCH! BLOOOOOOSH!

Jason’s cock erupted in shot after after of blood-red cum, splattering his toned abs,  as his sack collapsed totally flat under the mallet.

CRUNCH! SPLOSH! CRUNCH!

“And that’s time!”  

An observing coed, her Sunday dress soaked, announced the end of the contest.  Most of the watching audience was openly fingering themselves as Stacy, Amanda and Brianna tossed down their mallets and stepped aside, exposing their boy-toy’s crotches.

A collective whoop went up at the site of the three ruined studs.

All three sacks were blue-black-red, and visibly deflated.  It was obviously all six of those big Easter eggs had been thoroughly cracked.

“Give it up for Jason!”  Stacy shouted to some applause.  She grabbed the base of Jason’s ruined scrotum and squeezed, making his fractured nuts bulge at the bottom of his sack.

“And let’s hear it for Alex!”  Amanda coaxed the crowd, slamming her fist over and over into Alex’s already cracked nuts to the delight of her sisters.

Brianna let the crowd settle down before grabbing the base of Austin’s battered sack and forcing the shattered contents to the bottom of the sack.  Even ruptured, Austin’s balls were easily the biggest any of the girls had ever seen, and their black-with-red-streaks made them look especially festive.  

“Let’s hear it for Austin!” Brianna shouted, still holding her boy’s sack firmly.

There was riotous applause.  Clearly, the girls though Austin’s blue-red sack as the most colorful entry on the field.  Austin barely regained consciousness, looked up at his mistress giving her a goofy grin before blacking out.

“Happy Easter!”  Brianna shouted, joining Stacy and Amanda in picking up their mallets.

The crowd watched breathlessly as the three heavy mallets took aim over the ruined sacks....

SPLOOOSH!

Good Doctor: A New Patient

Quinn grunted with each rep of the weight machine as he strained to pull the heavy stack of weights skyward.  His shaggy black hair was matted to his forehead by sweat.  It was just after ten at night and the sprawling campus gymnasium was virtually abandoned, except for the hefty rugby player.

At 6 foot 4, Quinn's beefy frame was a sight to behold.  The handsome twenty-five year old spend virtually every waking moment sculpting his muscular body in the weight room, on the track or in the pool.  No muscle group was ignored, especially his powerful arms and tight, perky ass. He was the quintessential alpha male in his prime with a perpetually hard eight inch cock and one, big hairy nut swinging between his tree-trunk thighs.

It had been more than seven months since one of Quinn's testicles had ruptured spectacularly in his over stuffed hairy sack, but he could still remember it like it was yesterday.  With one fell swoop of a heavy mallet, he had gone from being the perfect well-endowed hunk to a one-nutted wonder.  It was the single most erotic instance he had had in his entire life but, for obvious reason, it was a moment that could only be lived one more time.

He and Dr. Joel Paulson kept in touch but hadn't engaged in any ball busting since that fateful night.  The swelling and pain in Quinn's sack lasted only a few weeks, but Joel advised that Quinn be more rested before they try another session.   But that didn't stop them from meeting up regularly for other types of closed door fun.

All day long the horny doctor would have to examine one hunky college athlete after another and had taken to using athletic tape to hold down his constantly hard cock lest he sport an unprofessional bulge at work.  All of the pent up juices usually meant that Dr. Paulson would strip out of his slacks as soon as he got into his house, grab his cock with both hands and stroke feverishly until he erupted, leaving a sticky puddle all over the foyer of his house.  He especially liked playing back examinations which required his college-aged patients to drop their drawers,  visualizing how hot it would be to grab on to their meaty young gonads and squeeze harder and harder and harder until...

Since he had met Quinn, his masturbation fantasies almost all revolved around replaying the sensation of Quinn's nut blowing apart in the sack under his mallet.  Since then, Quinn stopped over regularly so that Dr. Paulson had a handsome jock's face to use for cum shot target practice.  Quinn would kneel, usually only wearing a t-shirt and baggy shorts, in the good doctor's foyer while Dr. Paulson stroked out one of his huge loads all over Quinn's face.    Quinn loved the feeling of domination that came from these messy facials, as if Dr. Paulson was showing off the fact that he had two intact nuts and Quinn only had one.

As Quinn pumped away at the weight machine, he heard his phone buzz from his pocket.

He let the weight stack lower slowly, picked up the phone and felt his cock twitch at what he read:

"Come over stud. I NEED you. - JP"

Quinn was so excited, he disembarked the machine and headed straight for the door, leaving behind his gym bag in the locker room.  He had been in the gym for over an hour and his sweat-soaked T-shirt and knee-length white shorts clung to his chest and legs leaving very little to the imagination.  He hopped on his bike and road across campus, the crisp evening air feeling almost cold against his wet clothes.

Soon the ivy-covered buildings of the university campus gave way to neighborhoods of modest homes, then shops and finally a two lane road winding through corn fields.  I should have driven, Quinn thought aloud as he felt his thighs burning and ass aching from the long ride, the sun already starting to set.  A few moments later, Quinn arrived at the road leading to Chrysanthemum Heights, a well manicured housing development filled with large, stately homes that looked to have been plopped into the middle of nowhere. To a stranger, the winding roads and cul-de-sacs would have been a maze, but Quinn knew the route to Dr. Paulson's house so well he could have ridden it blind folded.

By the time Quinn pulled up to the doctor's house, it was dark enough outside that the gas coach light at the end of the driveway was already burning, the yellowish glow making him look especially handsome.  The horny jock was so excited by the prospect that what awaited him on the other side of the front door that he scarcely noticed the out of place black Tesla sedan in the driveway.

Quinn had no more raised his hand to rap the door than it opened.

"Quinn!"

Dr. Paulson greeted his favorite patient with a broad grin.  Quinn's cock jumped as he stepped into Joel's foyer, the large wooden door closed gently behind him.  As Quinn expected, his fresh-from-the-gym musky sent was driving Joel wild with lust and the doctor wasn't even trying to conceal the raging erection in his slacks.

Quinn's heart fluttered at the site of Joel's 5 foot ten inch, nearly all muscle frame, wrapped in well-tailored navy slacks and a white dress shirt.  Joel looked and acted much younger than his forty-six years and that included his sexual appetite that ran with a vigor that rivaled even Quinn's and tonight Quinn was ready to be totally owned.  Quinn dropped to his knees and his jaw was already open wide when he saw a shadowy figure emerging from the other room.

Startled, Quinn jumped to his feet and ran a hand through his thick black hair as if to downplay his initial start.

"Quinn, this is..."

"Professor Norris."

Quinn instantly recognized Zach Norris, young professor who - until now - Quinn had only ever known in passing on campus.  Zach was six foot two and at just shy of two-hundred pounds he was beefy but not necessarily muscular.   His deep brown eyes were hidden behind thick horn rimmed glasses that combined with his conservative white polo shirt and khaki slacks made him look rather bookish.  Indeed, if it wasn't for the sweaty, scantily clad jock standing in between them, Joel and Zach would have looked like two suburban gentleman enjoying a quiet evening at home.

"Great! So you two know each other. Excellent!" Joel said in a cheery tone as Zach took a few more steps forward stopping only when he was mere inches from Quinn.

Without saying another word, Paul extended his hand and placed it on the back of Quinn's neck and applied a slight pressure.  It was enough of a signal for Quinn to obediently drop to his knees in front of the two men.  Quinn's heart raced as two slack-clad bulges loomed mere inches from his face.  His mouth was literally watering at the prospect of taking Joel's cock and from the look of Zach's mounding crotch, he was about to get an extra serving of man meat.

Without saying a word, Zach and Paul unzipped their flies and let their slacks fall to their ankles.  Quinn gasped as Zach's enormous ten inch cock flopped free from his crotch.  Zach smiled as his  pre-cum dripping cock pulsed with each heart beat, his egg-sized shaved nuts hanging several inches from his shaft.  Quinn wasted no time opening his jaw as wide as he could as he bobbed first on Zach's cock, then on Paul's, then Zach's, alternating with each throat-stretching swallow.  Quinn's own shorts were fully tented as the two heavy cocks in front of him got wet and dripping with spit and precum.  After a few minutes of Quinn struggling to satisfy the two large cocks, Paul took a step back and watched the spectacle of the hunky rugby player blowing the big, nerdy-looking Zach, whose  head was  thrown back in a perpetual state of bliss.  Few guys had ever managed to take his whole cock, but here was this adorable jock taking him down to his balls.

"He can go down more than that,"  Joel coaxed, giving Zach a nod.

Zach placed his big hand gently on the back of Quinn's head.  Quinn looked up at Zach pleadingly, knowing what was about to happen...

"Mmmmpht!"  Quinn's eyes watered and he had to choke back a gag as Zach pulled his head forward, ramming all ten inches of his cock down Quinn's throat.

Over and over Zach rammed Quinn's face into his crotch.  Quinn's eyes were watering so hard it looked like he was crying in pain but nothing could be further from the truth.  Both of Zach's hands ran through Quinn's sweaty black hair as he skull fucked the big jock mercilessly.  Zach's big nuts slammed into Quinn's chin in a blur.  Joel stroked his cock slowly watching Zach use Quinn's face like a sex toy, not at all caring whether or not Quinn was getting any enjoyment.  Quinn's jaw ached and his throat was starting to burn from the violent impacts Zach's throbbing fuck stick was making on each thrust; it almost felt like the head of Zach's cock was going to break out of the back of Quinn's neck.

The site of hunky Quinn's throat being stretched to its limit whilst being absolutely dominated was hot by itself but Joel had his eyes on another target.  Zach's big, oblong nuts were turning bright red from the abuse they were taking slamming into Quinn's chin, but Zach seemed hardly phased. In fact, the louder the wet smack was when Zach's nuts slammed into Quinn's chin, the more turned on Zach seemed to get.

"Oh, I'm close,"

Zach moaned breathlessly.  Joel could watch his balls start to constrict as beads of sweat formed across his forehead. Zach tried to slow his savage fucking of his jock-skull sex toy in order to prolong the amazing sensation but it was no use.  He'd crossed the point of no return.  He looked down at the big dumb jock kneeling before him and felt his cock twitch as he soaked in the site of Quinn's gorgeous face.

"You're so... hot... "

Quinn and Zach locked eyes.  Quinn was moaning and ramming his head down on Zach's shaft as hard as he could trying to get Zack to fill his guts with sperm.  Zach, meanwhile, was entranced by Quinn's body, his smell, his face.  Everything about Quinn was sexy.

The two were so into each other neither noticed Dr. Paulson take a stand behind Quinn, whose legs had spread in a wide stance to keep himself steady during Zach's brutal fucking.  The sound of the two studs moaning and Quinn's wet slurping was driving the good doctor wild and he stroked his big dick frantically as he slowly drew his leg back...

WOOSH!

Joel's leg sailed in a long arch, his toe connecting squarely with Quinn's dangling nut through the thin fabric.  Quinn screamed and fell to his side and Zach's cock bounced wildly from being so forcibly ejected from the jock's warm mouth.  Zach stood stunned for a moment, looking down at Quinn who was on his back clutching his crotch and rocking back and forth.

"Move your hands!"  Paul barked, stepping over to Quinn.

Zach watched as Paul walked between Quinn's tree trunk legs and knelt down, grabbed Quinn's ankles and stood up.  Quinn's last ball was now at the bottom of the perfect V shape Paul had created, protected only by a thin layer of fabric which was now clinging to his body from sweat perfectly outlining the huge nard.

STOMP!

Joel stomped full force onto Quinn's baby maker, feeling it squish under his barefoot.  In an instant the last bit of Quinn's manhood was compressed to a dangerously flat half inch.  Quinn gasped in blissful agony, his mind barely registering the extend of the pain before Joel's foot crashed down again and again.  It was clear Dr. Paulson wasn't holding anything back and Quinn's already huge last nut was starting to swell dangerously.

For this part Zach stood by with a look of dumbstruck fascination on his face.  Dr. Paulson had played around with squeezing his nuts, and even slapping them on occasion, but nothing like this.  Zach's cock twitched as he found himself wondering what it would be like to in Quinn's place right now.

SPLAT!

"Oooooh!"  Quinn bellowed in agony, finally unable to resist the instinctive urge to cover his crotch, jerk his legs out of Joel's grasp and roll over into a fetal position.

Joel's intense stomping was so full-hearted that he was literally panting and sweating from excursion.

"That was fun, wasn't it Quinn?"

Quinn was sobbing but was still able to motion 'yes' with his head.

"Zach, do you know Quinn here only has one ball?"

Zach nodded his head no slowly, subconsciously stroking his cock as he looked upon the utterly destroyed jock at his feet.

"What happened?"

Joel went on to recall the events that lead to one of Quinn's big nuts disintegrating into history, being sure to use the most colorful euphemisms for a testicular rupture he could think of.

"It popped! Just like that?"

Zach's cock was oozing precum at such a rate it was starting to cause a wet sheen in Quinn's hair, wherein it was falling with abandon.  Quinn, who was starting to recover from his previous merciless stomping slowly rose to his feet and faced his school mate who had for the last ten minutes been literally jerking off on the story of his testicle bursting.

"Yeah, it burst, dude.  It didn't just pop.  It blew apart."

Zach thought he was almost going to lose his load hearing Quinn describe his testicular destruction.  There was a visceral rawness, and graphic almost onomatopoeia-like quality to the word 'burst' that got Zach's mind spinning.

"Can I see?"

Without hesitation Quinn grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, stepping out of them and getting even closer to the adorable nerd.  The two ostensibly polar opposites -- a popular jock and a bookish, though beefy honor student -- eyed each other so hard they were literally licking their lips like two animals about to pounce.  Zach was especially fascinated by Quinn's one-ball sack, imagining how large it would have looked with the other nut still intact.

"When I see a pair of big low hangers like yours I get so turned on,"  Quinn started breathlessly, cupping Zach's nuts gently with one hand whilst stroking his own leaking cock with this other.

"Why?"

Zach stroked his cock furiously while Quinn slowly started to squeeze his sack ever gently.

"I love feeling them in my hand,"

Joel was absolutely loving the scene playing out in front of him. In less than a half hour, Quinn had gotten Zach more turned on by the prospect of having his own huge baby makers busted than Dr. Paulson had managed after having been messing around with the shy -- but sexually hungry -- young man for nearly a year.  The good doctor stroked his cock and took a step toward the two young men who were now standing so close they needed only to lean in slightly toward one another to lock lips.

"Tell him what you wanna do to them,"  Dr. Paulson encouraged in a soothing voice.

"I want to squeeze them. Tug on them,"

As if he was narrating his own porno, Quinn tightened his grip slightly and pulled Zach's already low hanging balls down a bit further.  It was a bit beyond friendly petting, but far below Quinn's full strength and Quinn didn't break eye contact with Zach's delicious brown eyes the entire time as if needing permission to continue. Meanwhile, Zach was busy examining every square centimeter of Quinn's powerful upper body and especially his bicep which was flexing slightly.  It was so big, Zach thought, it seemed like Quinn could rupture him with his bare hands...

"Oooh shit!"

Zach bit his lip and closed his eyes in an effort to fight back the intense orgasm that was boiling in his nuts.

"How hard do you want to squeeze Zach's nuts, Quinn?"

"Really, really hard."

Quinn closed his eyes as he fantasized about squeezing the huge nuts in his hands harder and harder and harder...

"What do you really want to happen to them?" Dr. Paulson egged on.

Both boys were breathing heavily, their eyes closed and their hands stroking their cocks while Dr. Paulson lead them down an entirely dark fantasy.

"I wanna' feel them crack,"

"Oh yeah!" Zach moaned as Quinn's grip continued to increase.

Quinn could feel Zach's nuts being compressed into each other in his rapidly compressing ball bag.  Zach yelped but didn't stop stroking his cock as Quinn compressed his nuts ever flatter, now bringing in his other hand to form a shell around Zach's nuts that was compressing more and more.

"Oh yeah, you want your hands to touch?"

Quinn's hands were now only separated by Zach's fat nuts, so the implications of his hands touching were obvious.

"Ooooh! Mmmm!"

Zach was struggling to hold back a scream and his cock deflated slightly from the intense pain now radiating from his balls which were now being steadily compressed to half their girth and were turning blood red in Quinn's hands.  Quinn, despite his continued effort, could not seem to get Zach's balls to compress any flatter.  Some things, it seemed, were only possible in internet ball busting stories.

"Oh shit! Stop, stop, stop!"

Quinn's quickly outstretched his arms in a reflex as Zach's hulking frame crumpled into him.  Zach  suddenly experience a wave of pure agony the likes of which he had never experienced and it felt absolutely like his beefy nuts had just exploded when in actuality they could have easily held up to much more abuse.  Zach let out guttural scream and would have collapsed completely to his knees if Quinn wasn't holding him up.

"Are you alri -"

"He's fine.  Just couldn't stand up to your guns," Joel interrupted squeezing Quinn's bicep.

Joel did a slow circle around the two boys soaking in the site whilst Zach slowly recovered and regained his footing.  His cock which had been raging for most of the night, was now almost totally soft which was in stark contrast to Joel and Quinn's cocks which were at full attention.

"I think he ought to at least finish us off, don't you?  Joel asked.

Zach, his eyes still blurred with tears was both excited and a little terrified by the prospect of having the two huge cocks in front of him violently rammed down his throat.  Quinn reached out and placed one of his hands in Zach's tussled, sweaty brown hair and applied a slight downward pressure which instantly made Zach's knees begin to bend obediently but Joel roughly grabbed Quinn's hand and removed it.  Zach, confused, sprang back to a full standing position and eyed the hot doctor quizzically.

"I actually had something else in mind,"

Without warning, Joel grabbed for Zach's still tender and slightly swollen right nut with both hands and started to squeeze... hard.

"Oooooh!" Zach gasped and his knees again buckled only this time he was prevented from falling any further than his scrotum would stretch.

"Oh yeah!" Quinn bellowed and grabbed Zach's last nut in the same death grip.

The two randy jocks squeezed and kneaded poor Zach's sack while the lumbering nerd could do nothing but squeal and thrash, prying hopelessly at the two sets of powerful hands that were literally crushing his plums into jelly.  Any attempt to run or even drop to his knees would have no doubt been met with devastating tugging.  All Zach could do was scream and do wild foot shuffling as the pain wracked his body.  He was thrashing so hard his glasses flew off his ace and landed with a clang on the living room floor.

Both of his nuts were screaming and Zach was sure they were about to literally burst open and ooze through Joel and Quinn's fingers.  Quinn and Joel's cocks, meanwhile, were throbbing so hard they were actually painful as each one felt their respective tortured testicle compressed to a super-dense, meaty nugget a fraction of its original size.

"Oh yeah! Make that ball burst!"  Dr. Paulson encouraged Quinn whose face was now red with the effort he was putting into the task.

"My balls! My balls!"

Zach's nuts felt like they were about to actually crack, and there was nothing he could do about it!  The hot stud was frantic and watching how much muscle was being applied to his nuts by his two hunky captors made the situation all the more dire.

"Oh yeah! It's gonna! Pop! It's gonna -- oh shit!"

Quinn released Zach's battered nut as he shot a thick rope of cum that plastered Zach's stomach as his cock spontaneously shot without touching himself.  Joel released his grip on Zach's nut and pushed him to his knees just in time for his own spontaneous load to spew forth like a hose landing on Zach's cheek.  Quinn shot again, followed by two more shots by Joel, then another blast from Quinn.  Zach's adorable pain contorted face was being totally drenched by the two wildly firing cocks.

"Oh fuck! Look at his face!"

Quinn watched as if outside his body as jet after creamy jet landed all over Zach.  By the time it was over, Zach's face and hair were literally dripping with cum and his right eye was plastered shut.
Quinn and Dr. Paulson panted and high-fived each other's handy work as the totally dominated student at their feet slowly stroked his own inflating cock.  His stroking was causing his bruised nuts to bounce, eliciting yelps between moans as Zach looked up at the two panting, sweat-drenched men who had so totally dominated him.  He stroked his cock faster, quickly reaching a furious pace using Joel and Quinn's combined load as lube and was just on the brink of cumming when - without any warning - Quinn snapped his powerful tone leg back and sent his foot crashing into Zach's nuggets.

SPLAT!

Zach's mouth formed a comical 'O' shape, his eyes crossed and he instantly blacked out, convinced his testicles had shattered.  His hulking body fell over into a heap on his back, his cock still hard and pointed toward the ceiling, and Quinn looked upon him dumbstruck. Joel, however was already hard again and playing with his cock as his eyes darted between the passed out Zach and Quinn's awesome masculinity on full display.  Dr. Paulson took a step passed Quinn and roughly kicked Zach's legs apart, leaving the defenseless young mans balls at the V-shaped intersection of his thighs.

"Penalty kick?" Joel chortled.

Quinn looked down at Zach's balls and licked his lips.  Joel was right, Zach's hugely swollen nuts were perched there like two rugby balls ripe to be kicked but at the same time Zach was utterly defenseless. Would it be fair to take such obvious advantage of the situation.  Quinn's heart pounded as he weighed what he would do next in his mind; his body on the other hand wasn't being as deliberative and was already getting into position to execute his decision.  He took a position between Zach's legs, kicked them a bit further apart, reared his leg back and sent his foot sailing.

SPLAT!

Zach let out a weak moan as his balls were sent crashing into this pelvis.

SPLAT!

Zach's huge nuts took on an unhealthy purplish tint as they bounced wildly in their sack.

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

SPLAT!

Joel was loving how uninhibited the big rugby player was as his foot collided over and over with Zach's rapidly swelling scrotum.

"Okay, I think he's had enough," Joel got out breathlessly as he felt another orgasm about to rock his body.

"One more?"

Quinn's beautiful eyes took on a puppy dog like begging look and Joel felt his heart skip a beat.

"One more."

Quinn placed a hand on Joel's shoulder for support as he reared his leg back so far he looked like he might tumble backward.  Meanwhile Zach was starting to come around and his cum-plastered eyes opened just barely enough to overlook his barrel chest, down at his big swollen nuts and the towering Quinn who's leg was now sailing toward them as if in slow motion.

"No!"

Quinn explosively shot mid-kick, plastering Zach's face and preventing him from seeing the conclusion of the kick, but he certainty felt and heard it.

BLOOOSH!

Zach blacked out completely as Quinn felt his toe connect with with Zach's stuffed sack with a wet, chunky impact that caused Quinn to be wracked with an orgasm so intense he squealed girlishly and his knees shook.  Had it not been for using  Joel for support, Quinn would have just fallen to his knees in a heap of hormone wracked muscle.

Joel looked upon the scene and smiled; his extra curricular club was starting to form nicely he thought to himself as he slowly removed Quinn's powerful hand from his shoulder, squatted down and reached for Zach's poor manhood to inspect the damage...

The story continues here

City Ballet Theater: CBT

Nestled between two glass and steel office buildings was a narrow alley, just wide enough to accommodate dumpsters and the occasional delivery truck, but not much else.   At the ground level, the buildings faced each other with stoic granite-like facades virtually uninterrupted by doors or windows, except for one ostentatious large wooden door toward the middle of the alley.

Marco wrapped the large wooden door with the back of his knuckles nervously.  It was just after six o'clock in the evening but the sun had already set, making the already seedy looking alleyway he was standing in seem even more foreboding.  After no response to his initial knocking, Marco rose his hand to knock again but was stopped as the door opened with a sudden swoosh.

"Hello. Name, please?"  came a pleasant woman's voice.

A slender,  middle aged woman dressed in a black pants suit stood in the doorway holding a Surface tablet and looking toward Marco impatiently.

"Marco, Marco Meija I was invited..."

The woman used her finger to scroll through the list of names on her tablet and, upon finding Marco's name paused, used the tip of her finger to mark something on the screen, then looked up at Marco with a more friendly, yet still cold, smile.

"Right this way, please, Mr. Meija."

The woman turned curtly and Marco, taking one more cautious glance around the alley, stepped in behind her.  He followed the woman down a long, narrow hallway with bland white walls, his palms sweating and his heart racing in anticipation of each step.  The hall was easily the length of a football field, with white unmarked doors coming at regular intervals, yet the woman walked by all of them without so much as a glance.  Finally, near the end of the hallway, the woman stopped in front of a door marked 'City Ballet Theatre' in a plain looking font and motioned toward it with her hand.

"Enjoy your lesson, Mr. Meija,"  she said in a monotone voice as Marco reached a trembling hand toward the door.

No sooner had Marco entered the room, than the woman closed the door and could be hear walking back down the hallway.  Inside, there was a small ballet studio with polished wooden floors and floor length mirrors on every wall, all lit from above with warm yellowish light.  There were already four men dressed much like Marco in blazers and slacks, and a fifth man wearing a black unitard with blue sleeves that clung to his six foot, extremely lean frame. He couldn't have been older than twenty-four, Marco guessed, and his bronze olive skin and immaculately-styled brown hair made a handsome combination against his outfit.  He was handsome, Marco thought, but a bit lanky for Marco's tastes.

The other men looked to be in their early forties, like Marco, and they all seemed excitedly nervous as they chatted among themselves.  Apparently, no one had noticed Marco's entrance as he made his way across the room to meet them, stopping for a moment to ponder the elevated dance floor against the back wall that was covered with a black shroud.

"Ah, you must be Marco! Come join us."  the young man in the unitard shouted upon noticing the newest member of the group.

Marco, feeling more at ease, made his way across the dance floor to join up with the group.

"I'm Ricky," said a man as he reached out for Marco's hand.

Ricky was about an inch taller than Marco's five-foot nine with a full head of thick, neatly styled white hair.  Next to introduce himself was Lance, a sharply dressed blonde man with a boyish face that defied his 53 years.  Fred was next to greet Marco, and Marco felt his slacks stiffen slightly as he eyed Fred's short, yet muscular frame that was evident even though the layers of his business suit.  The final member of the group was Greg, a bald man with dreamy blue eyes who at six-foot ten was easily the tallest man in the room.

"And I am Ian, your instructor," said the man in the unitard, his voice heavy with a European-style accent Marco didn't recognize.

"Let us begin!"

The men lined up, shoulder to shoulder, as Ian stood before them his very presence demanding an attention that seemed ethereal.

"As you know this isn't like your traditional beginning dance class.  Let's just say we do things with a bit more... style."

Fred and Ricky  began casually rubbing the growing bulges in their slacks.  Marco couldn't help but replay the vivid informational video he had gotten about the City Ballet Theatre and its unique dance classes.  It was nearly impossible to get an invite but Marco's years of schmoozing and socializing with the city's well-healed underground fetish clubs had finally paid off.

"First, we need to get you out of those board room suits and into something a bit more comfortable." Ian instructed as he walked toward the back of the room.

Greg and Fred nearly ripped off their blazers and had their pants to their ankles as Ian returned with a large cardboard box.  As the five business men tossed aside their suits and slacks, Ian stood in front of them as if checking out cuts of meat on display.  When the men were naked,  Ian proceeded to hand each of them a pair of white tights, ballet slippers and a white A-shirt with the phrase "I Love City Ballet Theatre' on  the front with the initial 'C', 'B' and 'T' being of slightly larger, bolder fonts.

Marco had only a moment to checkout his dancing partners before they were suited up but noticed instantly that all the men had  huge, bulging nut sacks.  Even with the tights on, the fabric clung to all ten big, beefy testicles making obvious bulges in each man's crotch. The tights also revealed that all of the dancers had toned legs with powerful thighs, perhaps shaped by years of jogging, biking or some other leg intense activity, and shapely upper bodies.  Fred was the most muscular and was openly pleased at the stares of admiration the other men were giving him.  It looked as if someone had stuffed a grapefruit into his pants, the outline of each massive nut clearly discernible.  Ricky's cock was getting hard and was poking above the waistband of his tights and Lance was openly licking his lips as he eyed the mound in Marco's  own over-stuffed uniform.

"Alright, now that we're all dressed, let us away to the stage."

Ian lead the five men toward the elevated stage and motioned for an anxious Ricky to stop just short of jumping on to it.  The instructor grabbed a piece of the black shroud and began to pull it off, the black silky fabric rolling off the stage in dramatic billowing clouds.  Ricky's face grew into a wide grin as what was under the shroud began to show and all of the men could feel their loins swelling in their dancing tights.

The elevated stage was only about a foot high with a top made of thick transparent glass, a design that would have allowed for fantastic up-lit lighting, but the City Ballet Theatre had other plans.  Pressed between floor and the bottom of the glass stage were six young men in their twenties  bound and gagged, their muscular legs bound at the ankles.  The men were laying shoulder to muscular shoulder, unable to move since they were being compressed slightly by the glass.  Tubes along the sides of the stage pumped in fresh air to ensure the young men's lungs would be able to produce the blood curdling screams Marco could already hear in his mind.

"Step right up,"

Marco and the others waited no time taking to the stage, each standing over a helpless stud.  The glass let Marco and the other dancers admire all the young men in their glory.  They were all young with rippling abs and powerful biceps.  Their young faces were chiseled and flawless, Fred and Lance were each imagining the handsome faces of the captives they were standing over splattered with jizz.  But more tantalizing than the Adonis like bodies under the glass was what was protruding through six well placed holes cut into the stage.  Each captive's genitals had been forced through holes in the stage and bound with rubber rings resulting in six sets of shaved, saggy and absolutely huge nuts laying on top of the glass.  All of their cocks, shriveled in fear, lay motionless to the side.  Written on each young man's forehead was his name and a number, which Marco surmised was the captive's age.

"Everyone, take your place in front of a boy, that's it."  Ian instructed to his five eager students.

Marco took his place standing in front of a hunky 22 year old Latino named Juan whose stomach was rippling with more muscles than Marco even realized a man had. Juan looked to be six feet tall with broad, well defined pecs and arms that could have easily snapped the middle-aged Marco in half if not for the restraints.  Juan, along with the others, struggled in a futile effort to escape, sickened by the realization that all of their strapping muscles were utterly useless.

Juan's hen's egg sized golden brown balls lay in a mounding heap at Marco's feet, pulled so tightly against the skin that they glistened.   Juan looked up at Marco pleadingly as Ian began to speak.

"Okay, okay.  First we will do some stretches. Watch me now demonstrate on Jacob here."

Ian lifted his foot and sent it crashing into the meaty balls at his feet.  Jacob, the red headed stud they belonged, to wailed through his gag as his manhood flattened under Ian's large foot.   Ian placed his other foot behind him so that he was in a runner's starting stance, then proceeded to lean forward, putting more and more of his weight onto Jacob's nuts.

Without hesitation, Marco and the others stomped on their captive's nuts and adjusted their stance to match Ian's.  The men under the glass writhed as the dancers above them slowly rocked back and forth, alternating between putting virtually all of their weight on them, or none at all.  On the fifth repetition, Henry, a blonde twenty-something whose large nuts were being crushed under Greg's large foot, let out a particularly blood curdling screech.

One of Henry's lemon sized gonads had slipped from under Fred's size fourteen ballet slipper meaning that the weight of Greg's hefty nearly seven-foot frame was resting on only one nut.

Ian smiled cruelly upon noticing this and instructed "Okay class.  Just three more stretches now."

Greg's cock raged as he slowly performed the final three stretches.  Henry screamed and his face turned red as he looked over his abs at his crotch.  His right nut was being utterly crushed under Greg's weight and he and Greg thought at any moment it would simply burst.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three... That's it.  Go ahead and step off your boy,"  Ian instructed.

Greg took a step back and looked down at Henry's groin, his already large right ball was slightly swollen and purple and was by far the most damaged looking testicle of the bunch.  Marco looked at Juan's equipment and was a tad disappointed that it had showed no signs of swelling or bruising, instead they were sitting there just as plump and virile as before.

Ricky and Lance, who were standing next to each other as they mangled their respective set of balls, gave each other high fives as they watched the studly young men under them crying in agony.

"Okay now, let's work on our balance,"

As if on cue, a soft classical piece with heavy cello began playing softly over the studio's sound system.

"Watch me,"

Ian stepped on Jacob's bulging nuts with one foot then lifted his other foot slowly off the ground.  Now, Ian's full weight was squashing down on Henry's bloated sack and they bulged out from under Ian's foot.  The handsome dance instructor held the pose for a few moments until the cello in the music struck a particularly dramatic chord.

At the cue, Jacob bent at the knee still one one foot, then returned to a fully upright position.  Henry's nuts shifted slightly under Ian's foot, causing the svelte dancer to have to adjust his stance slightly to avoid rolling off the sack.

"Now you all try!"

Marco and the others took their spot standing on top of their boy's balls with one foot, lowering and raising with the music.  Marco was surprised how difficult trying to balance on the shifting, squishy organs was and nearly fell over a few times.

The nuts under Lance's foot were especially squishy and the older man tumbled landing on his butt.  The other men laughed as they continued to squash and mangle their captives underfoot.  Henry wailed again as his left nut slipped out from under Greg's foot again, leaving all of the weight to rest on the right.

Ian gave an evil smile and instructed "Okay, now try this for balance,"

Ian began to hop on one foot, timed to the cello,  the handsome red head under him convulsing on each impact.

Marco and the others followed suit.  They hopped for several minutes until all six pairs of testicles were red and swollen.  Greg's boy was in particular agony since most of the blows landed on just one nut.  Fred, meanwhile, was quickly starting to cause serious damage to the blonde jock under him, his heavy dense frame proving to be too much for the young man's nuts to take.

"Okay, let's try something new,"  Ian shouted stepping off of Henry's purplish red nuts.

Henry touched a small protrusion on his waistband, perhaps a remote control, and the music changed to a fast paced, upbeat wordless pop music melody.

"Let's try some rhythm exercises.  Follow me,"

Ian shimmied to the music, at first totally ignoring Jacob's swollen nuts, but when the music made a sudden key change he stomped his right foot violently into the man's balls. Jacob let out a yell and Lance and Ricky were about to start dancing along when they were stopped by a raise of Ian's hand.

"No, watch the whole routine first."

As the music played, Ian stomped again and again, alternating feet, in time with the music.  When the music made two rapid key changes, Ian stomped twice in quick succession.  Jacob's balls flattened to a quarter of their usual girth and had barely started to plump back before he stomped three times in a row and, on the last stomp, he proceeded to grind the helpless stud's nuts as if he was extinguishing a cigarette.

Jacob looked like he was going to pass out, his rippling abs glistening with sweat and Juan, Henry and the other captives looked on in horror.  The music stopped briefly before it started from the beginning.

"Okay, so watch the routine now..."

Ian proceeded to dance through the routine again, this time putting of focus on his upper body movements but never missing a ball-crushing stomp.

STOMP!

Wait six seconds.

STOMP!

Wait six seconds

STOMP!

Wait four seconds.

STOMP! STOMP!

Wait two seconds.

STOMPS STOMP! STOMP! GRIND!

"Now you join in!"

The five dancing students began the brutal stomping routine as the music restarted.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Juan wailed and Marco's face was etched with concentration as he worked to time his stomps perfectly with the rhythm.  All six pairs of nuts, especially Jacob who had already endured two rounds of the stomping routine, were turning purple and bruising.

"Very good! Now let's try to incorporate a bit more upper body. It's not all about your feet." Ian instructed as the music began to loop again.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! SQUISH!

Marco and the others began really feeling the music, their torsos and hips swaying in rhythm, the dancing interrupted every few seconds by the rhythmic sound of coordinated stomping.  Lance was stomping so hard for a moment Marco was afraid the glass stage would crack, but it was clearly designed to take such abuse.  Unfortunately, the nuts under Lance's foot weren't so tough.

STOMP! STOMP! SQUISH! STOMP! SPLOSH!

The brown haired young man under Lance screamed and passed out and Lance squealed in delight.  Under his ballet slipper he could clearly feel that the boy's left nut had ruptured into three chunks but the music was still playing...


STOMP! STOMP! SPLOTCH! SPLOSH! STOMP!

The music looped through one more time and the men stepped back to admire their handiwork.  Jacob's right nut was visibly less flat than the left.  The young man under Fred had clearly suffered two spectacular ruptures, his sack looking more like they were full of lumpy oatmeal than firm nuts.   Ricky's captive's balls were still whole, but horribly swollen and so dark purple they were nearly black.  Henry, the captive under Greg, wasn't fairing much better.  Surprisingly, Juan's balls, though swollen and red, were still perfectly round and plump despite Marco's deliberate stomping.

"Very good!" Ian applauded his dancers.

The six captive studs were writhing and nearly delirious after the brutal assault, as the men over them looked down at their mangled equipment gleefully.  Marco was struck by the site of five well endowed businessmen laying waste to five well endowed young hunks.  The more mangled and permanently flattened the young men's junk became, the more the huge undamaged genitals swinging over them seemed to be taunting them.

"Okay, everyone this is the last dance. Watch carefully."

Ian pushed the button on his waistband again and another looping pop music track began, only this time faster and with more down beats, which Ian used as cues to stomp Jacob's manhood into paste.

STOMP!

Wait one second.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Wait one second

STOMP! STOMP! GRIND! STOMP!

Wait two seconds

STOMP! STOMP! GRIND! STOMP! STOMP!

After only the first round, Jacob's right nut was turned into total mush and his left was visibly flattened and purple.  The music reset and now all of the dancers were grooving to the music, stomping right on cue.

STOMP! SPLISH!

The stud under Ricky's foot suffered a fractured left testicle.

STOMP! SPLOSH

Lance's boy's sack began to bleed as his last whole nut bulged obscenely.

STOMP! SPLOTCH!

Fred's dense, heavy muscular frame was too much for the half ruined sack trapped under this feet and the boy's last whole nut cracked into dozens of chunky pieces.

GRIND! SPLISH! SPLOSH!

Henry wailed in terror as Greg ground his slippered foot into the young hunks balls causing first one, then the other to catastrophically implode.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Marco was panting from the exertion of dancing and the effort he was putting into his devastating stomps, but still Juan's genitals only looked slightly swollen and red.

STOMP! STOMP!

Juan was in hysterics as Marco attempted to crush his nuts, the big meaty things flattened to half their usual girth over and over with virtually no time in between to plump back up.

"That's it!  Let's up the tempo now!"

STOMP! SPLOSH!

The last uncracked nut under Ricky's foot burst like a grape.  The front of Ricky's tighs got wet and the handsome white haired man nearly doubled over from the feeling of his explosive orgasm.

At the same time ,  Jacob's left nut which had endured the most abuse, finally couldn't take any more and collapsed under the young Ian's stomping foot.

The music was catchy and by now all of the men were really getting into the rhythm, incorporating their hips, upper bodies legs and of course feet as they danced over the captive, castrated studs.  It looked like any other gay dance club, only the floor under the dancers was starting to become bloody.

STOMP! SPLOOSH!

Jacob's battered sack burst open.

STOMP! SPLOOSH!

The sack under Fred's heavy foot burst open so spectacularly that there was only a gooey pile of remains under his feet.

STOMP! STOMP! SPLAT!

Ricky nearly came again has he felt a warm puddle at his feet.  His captive's huge nut sack had split open and his fractured ball meat was starting to leak out.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! SPL-OOO-TCH!

Lance's boy's sack exploded into a spray of chunky gore.

As they danced, all of the once over stuffed sacks were reduced to noting more than piles of goo expect for Juan's, whose firm Latin testicles refused to yield. By now all of the captives, except Juan, had passed completely out from pain and horror and the music had faded away.

The dancers stood around panting and out of breath from their feverish dancing, all of them sporting large erections in their tights.  Lance and Greg had pulled their cocks out and were openly stroking them, fueled by the messy visual of so many destroyed sacks.  Henry's sack had, though it hadn't broken open like the others, was totally flat, looking like two flesh colored pancakes were on the stage.

The men were so caught up in the site that they at first didn't notice Marco still stomping on Juan's undamaged sack.

"Oh, what's this?"  came Ian as he and the others formed a circle around Marco.

"Let me have a try,"  came Fred who took a spot next to Marco.

"Do it in rhythm, boys.  Marco, you stomp on 'one' and Fred you stomp on 'three'. Ready... begin."

"One, two three. One, two three,"  Ian methodically counted to an imaginary rhthym.

"One..."

STOMP!

"Two"

"Three"

STOMP!

"One"

STOMP!

"Two"

"Three!"

STOMP!

Fred and Marco took turns pounding Juan's sack for nearly a minute, but - to their surprise - the firm Latin nuts seemed hardly damaged.

Ian instructed the two to step back with a wave of his hand and looked down at the squirming Juan and gave him a quizzical look.

"Okay, everyone form a circle around these balls of steel and stomp, one after the other, going clockwise..."

Ian started playing a festive, almost Russian-sounding tune that was probably some sort of social line dance, the rhythm of which went perfectly for the activity.

STOMP!

STOMP!

STOMP!

STOMP!

STOMP!

Juan's huge swollen nuts barely had any time to reshape before being flattened again against the glass.  Despite having held out the longest, it only took three iterations of the circle stomp for Juan's mighty nuts to finally start to crack.

STOMP! CRUNCH!

"Oh!"  Juan screamed as his right nut fractured into two pieces in the sack.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! CRUNCH!

The two halves of his right nut burst into goo.

STOMP! STOMP! SPLOSH! STOMP! SPLOTCH!

Juan's last nut became visibly flatter and red, but was still whole.

"Come on you can do it!"

The dancer's huge genitals flopped teasingly over Juan as they stomped like deranged animals over and over onto the last whole ball in the bunch.  They weren't even trying to keep a rhythm as they each were determined to be the one to pop the impossibly tough ball.

STOMP! STOMP!

Juan wailed and begged through his gag.

STOMP! STOMP!

SP-L-OOO-TCH!

Juan's entire nut sack exploded into a shower of shredded gore that splattered the calves of the five men over him.

"There's still a chunk!"

STOMP! SPLISH!

Marco had the honor of administering the final stomps that turned the once proud Latin balls into unrecognizable, gooey paste.

By now all of the men had pulled out their dicks and one by one exploded their loads all over the glass as if rubbing in the fact that they still had functioning, massive nuts swinging between their legs.

"Bravo!" came Ian with applause as he pulled off his unitard.

The men turned to see that Ian was sporting a pornographically enormous set of nuts that dangled between his legs.

"Does anyone need any more practice?"  He asked in a tantalizing voice as he lay spread eagle on the stage.

Lance and Ricky licked their lips, rose their feet -- Lance hovering over Ian's right nut and Ricky over Ian's left -- and counted down.

"Three... two... one...!"

STOMP!

Dance instructor, Ian