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