Julian stood for a moment in the opulent suite’s sunken living room, so overwhelmed that the chanting crowd that circled him and the glittering lights of the Las Vegas strip that filled his peripheral vision were barely being registered by his brain. What had started out as a routine shift dealing baccarat at the Casino Nehling had turned into... this. But what, exactly, was going on?
Julian looked at the frightened red head in front of him quizzically, hoping that the equally bamboozled looking bloke would offer up some information, but he only stood in a silent stance with his knees slightly bent and his fists raised. Was he preparing to fight?
For what seemed like several moments time itself seemed to stand still as Julian took in the scene, but he was quickly snapped back into reality by a loud grunt and the sound of heavy footsteps coming toward him.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!”
Julian tuned back into the chanting crowd as the ginger waiter barreled toward him. The waiter looked to be Julian’s age, but was at least a foot shorter and a bit heavier though it was difficult for Julian to make out in the commotion. He was easy on the eyes, even the straight baccarat dealer had to admit, and no doubt got lots of extra tips for his good looks. Not like any of that mattered now...
“Ooomph!”
Julian’s slow return to reality was violently accelerated by feeling his head hit the floor as the heavy waiter piled into him. Julian struggled to roll out from under the red-head, ironically noticing how plush the carpet was against the back of his head, but before Julian had fully registered what happened he felt an intense pain as the waiter’s fist smashed into his left eye. Then his right.
“Fuck!”
Julian feebly clawed and scratched at the waiter who was perched on top of him pummeling his face mercilessly to the delight of the crowd who was jeering his lame attempt to defend himself. Despite being in ostensibly better shape than his attacker, Julian was being utterly dominated. His muscles were shaped for appearance, not utility and Julian hadn’t been in anything more serious than a verbal altercation at a bar in his entire life. Even under the best of circumstances he was unprepared for a full-on fight.
“Dude! What the fuck!” Julian screamed as he managed to land a solid punch into the unsuspecting waiter’s nose that temporarily stunned him.
“Dude! What the fuck!” Julian screamed as he managed to land a solid punch into the unsuspecting waiter’s nose that temporarily stunned him.
Julian took the opening to push off the waiter and roll from underneath him, get to his feet with stunning agility and make his way for the suite’s exit. Despite the wall of onlookers Julian could see the exit door and smiled as he thought of the hallway it lead to, lined with hotel doors he could pound on for help. The nightmare was almost over...
“Ooooooh!”
Julian was again snapped into reality as he felt a terrible pressure on his balls. The waiter had ran up behind him reached his beefy arm between Julian’s spread legs and grabbed Julian’s family jewels through his slacks.
The handsome card dealer’s eyes crossed and his mouth formed a comical, silent ‘O’ as his knees buckled and he tried to drop to the floor. But he has being held up by the waiter’s powerful grip which was slowly crushing his balls out of existence. For what seemed like a long time, Julian’s entire world became the throbbing and intense pain radiating from his loins. He could only stand drooling, staring at the exit door that was a mere twenty feet away, but unable to reach it. The onlooking businessmen let out a whoop of excitement, taking a collective step forward to make the impromptu wrestling ring even smaller.
The waiter’s squeezing grasp seemed superhuman and Julian felt like his swollen right nut was going to be physically -- and violently -- driven into his equally-swollen left nut. Julian clawed at futilely at the waiter’s meaty hands in a desperate bid to relieve the building, crushing pressure...
Julian lifted his leg backward in a frantic gambit to break free and he could feel his heel sink into a huge, fleshy mound between the waiter’s legs. The waiter gasped and loosened his grip just long enough for Julian to lurch forward and escape. A crowd of men in the crowd erupted into cheers and Julian had the sickening feeling he was nothing more than a horse in a race being bet upon by the uber rich. Julian’s mind was racing and the sick feeling of his foot crashing into the waiter’s ample balls still ricocheted in his head; the waiter’s nuts felt like there huge, easy targets in his formal slacks. It was a physical characteristic that normally Julian wouldn't have even noticed, and wouldn’t have cared about even if someone had pointed it out but right now in this suite it seemed to give Julian a competitive advantage.
The crowd was jeering, cheering and egging on the stunned waiter and the terrified card dealer at a deafening volume as the waiter regained his composure and again charged at Julian. Only this time Julian was ready for him.
CRUNCH!
Julian rose his knee just as the redhead was lunging at him and grimaced as he felt his kneecap plunge into the waiter’s groin. Julian could feel, in disturbing detail, each large nut being compressed between his knee and the waiter’s pelvic bone, each getting flatter and flatter and flatter until there was a loud ‘CRACK’ as Julian’s toned leg drove his knee so hard into the waiter’s pelvis that he could hear the impact of bone upon bone. Of course the actual sound was more muted than that even without the deafening crowd, but the macabre sound seemed to play in Julian’s mind as if being blasted over a loudspeaker.
The crowd erupted into cheers as the stunned waiter clutched his balls and landed with a heap onto Julian who - despite having the temporary upper hand -- was still knocked to the ground just by virtue of the waiter’s weight advantage. Julian’s head again hit the carpet with a thud and he was still pressed down by the heavy waiter on his chest only this time the redhead has heaped upon Julian’s chest in pain instead of sitting on it pummelling him and that was all the opening Julian needed. The tall, blonde card dealer quickly rolled out from under the redhead causing him to tumble into a heap on the ground. An adrenaline-filled Julian found himself unexpectedly pumped by the cheering crowd and, to his surprise, leaped into the air and came down with a down-facing elbow onto the waiter. Julian’s perfectly-sculpted frame landed in a well-executed body slam on the poor guy under him. The winded redhead had just started to get himself sorted when he felt Julian’s pointed elbow plowing into his stomach and knocking the wind out of him anew.
“Oomph!”
Every ounce of breath was knocked out out of the waiter’s lungs and he lay motionless under Julian. Unfortunately, Julian’s fighting skills began and ended with that one body slam he had replicated from what he’d seen on television so he just lay on top of the helpless young man as if waiting for instructions on what to do next.
“Fuck!” Julian screamed as he felt the redhead’s fingers gouging into his already blackened eyes.
Julian’s mini-victory was short lived. The spunky waiter had fully recovered from the unexpected body slam and was now driving his thumbs into Julian’s terror stricken eyes.
Much to the crowd’s delight Julian screamed as if felt like the young water’s thumbs were going to make his eyeballs burst like water balloons.
“God, please stop!”
Julian’s plea was so hysterical that it actually gave the bloodthirsty ginger pause which was all the time Julian needed to scurry out from under him and make his way for the exit with a sprinting speed that defied his svelte, almost lanky frame.
“Not so fast!”
“Oooh!”
Julian’s mad dash to freedom was stopped by two powerful fists swung in parallel coming from the wall of men watching. Julian felt like his jaw and eye socket had been shattered and he stumbled backward, then backward again as he saw more fist rise in a not at all subtle reminder that Julian was trapped. Meanwhile the waiter had come up behind the stumbling Julian and captured him in a powerful bearhug. Julian gasped and screamed as the powerful jock’s hug crushed his ribcage and made it difficult to breath.
Julian felt like he was going to black out as the waiter purposefully fell to the side, bringing Julian down with him, causing his blonde head to bounce violently against the floor. The plucky waiter sprang to his feet while stars of dizziness filled Julian’s vision and he struggled to prop himself up against the pressure of the waiter’s foot pressing into his spine.
“Uuugh!”
The waiter pressed down as if crushing a bug, causing Julian’s back to arch desperately and then give out under the assault, making his six foot four frame collapse into a face-down spread eagle heap.
“FUCK!”
Julian shrieked as the waiter mercilessly kicked and stomped the handsome blonde’s perfectly sculpted back. Every time Julian was close to even raising to his knees he was kicked, causing him to splay onto his stomach. Julian was sure the big waiter was cracking his ribcage and causing horrible damage to his internal organs but all he could do was curl into a fetal ball and beg for him to stop which only made the watching crowd of men even more hysterical.
Without giving much thought to it, Julian rolled over onto his back in a desperate attempt to get to his feet and was quickly made to regret the move
“Yeoooow! Yeoooow!”
Several of the watching men burst into laughter at Julian’s high pitch squeals as the waiter’s kicks and stomps quickly refocused to Julian’s crotch. The hapless casino worker’s balls were stomped and flattened over and over into his pelvis and the waiter finished each stomp with a grinding motion as if he was putting out a cigarette. Julian’s eyes rolled into his head and his screams were slowly replaced by catatonic moaning and the pain reached a level beyond comprehension. His balls, which were already tender and swollen from the earlier abuse, felt like they had simply exploded in their sack. Of course his man orbs were still whole, for now, but the sickening pain radiating from them was beyond anything Julian had ever endured. White hot bolts of fiery pain shot from his crotch with each stomp, stopping in his stomach for a moment to add to his rolling nausea, before continuing up his spine to his brain where they exploded into sensory cascades the likes of which he had never experiences.
“Oh yeah!” one of the watching businessmen shrieked as he rubbed an obvious bulge in his slacks.
STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
The redheaded waiter was grunting like an animal with each stomp. Julian, who had cupped his exposed crotch with his hands in an attempt to lessen the assault, howled in agony as both of his index fingers and his left thumb were immediately broken under the waiter’s foot. The sound of cracking bone felt categorically loud to Julian but wasn’t even audible amongst the cheering crowd.
“Oooh!” Julian screamed as the waiter swooped down, grasped one of Julian’s toned legs in each hand, and rose up.
The waiter was looking down into a V-shaped valley created by Julian’s lifted legs and at the bottom of that valley lay Julian’s defenseless, crushed nuts. Julian knew exactly what was going to happen next....
“Yeooow!”
Julian screamed at the top of his lungs as the waiter stomped his foot down and bounced onto his crotch as his lifted legs made him even more vulnerable. Julian’s mind raced in a desperate attempt to formulate a plan but every nascent thought was crushed, literally and figuratively, at regular intervals by the waiter’s brutal stomping. Occasionally the waiter would stomp on Julian’s chest, making his ribs like they were going to crack and eliciting a cheer from the crowd, but the main focus seemed to be on flattening the modest bulge in Julian’s slacks.
Julian could feel himself slipping from consciousness when he suddenly had a burst of inspiration triggered by the site of an otherwise innocuous object in his peripheral vision. Harnessing his last reserve of power, he pulled one of his legs out of the waiter’s grip and before his captor even realised what happened, sent it crashing upward into his crotch. The blow wasn’t particularly powerful, but Julian could feel his foot compressing the too-big-to-miss targets between the waiter’s legs and the redhead stumbled backward, freeing Julian’s other leg. The freed blonde made his way with a sprint across the sunken living room and the wall of people he was heading for rose their fists in warning but it was unnecessary.
He reached for a white table lamp that was still atop an unmoved end table and snatched it up so violently that that the cord instantly detached from the base. The wounded redhead came toward Julian with renewed vigor only this time Julian was prepared, holding the sophisticated, heavy lamp as if it were nothing more than a primitive club in the hands of a caveman. The redheaded waiter and Julian lunged toward each other grunting...
CRACK!
The waiter’s head snapped violently to the side and he gave an almost comical look of bewilderment -- much to the amusement of the watching men -- as he crumpled to the floor. Julian had swung the heavy lamp like a baseball bat and judging by how instantly the heavy, beefy combatant was laid out Julian had hit a homerun. To Julian’s surprise, the lamp’s ceramic base which he half-expected to have shattered was only dented... dented?
This is metal, not glass! Julian’s face flashed with realization as the stunned waiter slowly rose to his knees. Remembering how brutally he had been treated in an equally vulnerable situation, Julian took the lamp in both hands like a club and callously bludgeoned the young man, causing him to cry out and fall back on his stomach. The waiter again got to his knees and attempted to crawl away...
CRACK!
“Ooooh!”
The waiter screamed as two teeth were knocked cleanly out of his head after Julian hammered the lamp into the side of his face. The waiter, stunned, was still on all fours, struggling to crawl away as Julian stepped over him, grabbed a fist-full of hair, yanked the waiters head upright and swung the lamp full force into the waiter’s screaming face.
A blood curdling scream escaped the ginger’s lips as he watched the lamp careen toward his face as if in slow motion. His nose, and several teeth, instantly broke and his eyes were nearly swollen shut as Julian hammered him over and over, though the frightened youngman had mercifully blacked out after the first hit. Julian’s sweat-soaked, and now blood stained shirt clung to his torso as it heaved from the heavy breaths he was taking and he threw down the now badly-dented lamp.
The watching crowd was going hysterical as they watched the normally posh young man standing over his defeated opponent covered in blood, sweat, bruises and disheveled hair. It was amazing how quickly the masks of modernity slipped off to reveal the brutality waiting just below the surface.
“...Finish him! Finish him! Finish him!”
At first Julian was too swept up in his own animalistic rage to register the loud chanting that had overtaken the room but quickly snapped back to reality.
“No!” Julian shouted taking a few steps backward, staring down in horror at what he’d done.
If not for the slight arching of his back with every breath, the waiter looked dead, a pool of blood forming from his broken nose. This burly redhead who had nearly bested him, was now entirely at Julian’s mercy. There was literally nothing stopping Julian from snuffing out the young man right there in the middle of the luxury suite; the thought almost made Julian wretch.
As the crowd chanted the beefy gentleman from the casino walked up to Julian who instinctively took a step back only to be grabbed by the two body guards. As Julian struggled, the man roughly grabbed Julian’s nutsack through his slacks and squeezed creating an obvious bulge in the fabric. The watching crowd let out a whoop as the man pulled what appeared to be a large metal hinged nutcracker from his pocket and placed the open jaws around the outline of Julian’s testicles.
Julian howled in terror as the pressure increased rapidly, causing the jaws to close almost completely and his battered nuts to bulge obscenely from between them. Julian was sure his nuts were going to crack at any second so barely registered when the pain suddenly let up as the gentleman loosened his grip.
“These fellas paid a lot of money to see someone’s nuts get wrecked...”
One of the bodyguards holding Julian whispered softly, almost seductively into his ear.
“So is it gonna’ be yours or his?”
The bodyguard nibbled softly on Julian’s ear causing an incongruent shiver of pleasure to race down Julian’s spine just as the brown suited man renewed the pressure on the nutcrackers, this time applying even more pressure than he had before.
Julian gasped and screamed and struggled but the bodyguards’ grip on him was absolute. Meanwhile the vice-like grip was tightening; Julian felt like his left nut was on fire.
“Stop! Okay! Okay!” Julian screamed at the top of his lungs.
Inside his slacks, Julian’s nuts were turning an unhealthy shade of purplish-red but were otherwise still whole.
The bodyguards let Julian go and pushed him toward the still-splayed waiter.
“Finish him! Finish him!” the crowd chanted but Julian was effectively blocking it out as he stumbled toward the man’s lifeless form.
Julian’s earlier adrenaline rushes were starting to wear off and he could now feel in exquisite detail all of the injuries he had sustained but up to know had been fighting through. It caused Julian to limp and cradle his sore ribs with one hand as he lumbered toward the waiter.
Without thinking, Julian knelt down and rolled the watier onto his back shuddering at the destroyed appearance of the waiter’s once handsome face. To Julian’s dismay the man was starting to come to; he was hoping it would be easier to do what he was about to do whilst his helpless opponent was still blacked out.
“Please... please...”
The waiter’s swollen face made his pleas muffled but still understandable to Julian, though they were so faint it was likely no one in the crowd heard them. Julian flashed back to the devastating pain of having his nuts nearly cracked and -- knowing he didn’t want to risk it again -- proceeded to ignore the waiter’s cries as he reached down and grabbed both of the man’s powerful legs.
“No... don’t... please...” the waiter was still too stunned to do anything more than plead as Julian stood between his raised legs, lifted his foot and stomped hard on the bulge in the man’s pants.
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Julian stomped the bulge as hard as he could and could feel the man’s truly enormous testicles being flattened between his pelvis and and the bottom of Julian’s shoe. The sensation was gross, like crushing a large bug that refused to actually burst, and the waiter outstretched his hands desperately trying to reach for Julian’s foot.
“Oooh!”
The waiter sobbed as his large, saggy nuts were trapped between Julian’s heel and the floor after a particularly hard stomp. Julian realized it would be easier to finish the task at hand with the waiter’s balls trapped between his shoe and the unyielding floor so instead of lifting his foot again for another stomp, Julian slowly rose the foot that was still planted on the ground. More and more of Julian’s dence, six foot four frame was being supported by the waiter’s screaming balls until Julian was balanced only on one foot.
Julian tried to ignore the crowd as the waiter screamed for mercy and his beefy nuts were compressed to a fraction of their size. The flattening organs shifted constantly under Julian’s foot, but using the waiter’s legs as steadying posts, Julian was able to stay upright. This continued for what seemed to Julian to be an inhumanely long time, though in reality was less than a minute, and waiter’s screams were replaced with incomprehensible babble as his mind was awash with so much pain he was literally unable to comprehend it. The poor giner’s heart raced and his cock inexplicably got hard as he felt his nuts being crushed under Julian’s foot.
“SHIT!”
The waiter screamed as Julian proceeded to bounce his foot steadily, increasing the ridiculous pressure that was being placed on his dying nuts. For his part, Julian was surprised the huge increasingly squishy orbs under his foot hadn’t simply...
Several things happened at once.
The waiter screamed out “JESUS!” as a large wet stain appeared in his tented slacks as his short but thick cock pumped out jet after jet of sticky cream. At the same time, Julian felt one of the bubbles under his foot explosively burst. He had only just realized what was happening when the last trapped ball, compressed to an insane fraction of its normal girth, blew into chunks inside the ginger’s furry sack. The sole of Julian’s shoe was now only separated from the floor by the thin fabric of the waiter’s slacks and a quarter inch of utterly destroyed testicle meat.
“We have a winner!” the man in the brown suit announced.
The watching crowd cheered as Julian let go of the waiter’s legs and stepped back, allowing the howling redhead to clutch his ruined sack and curl into a sobbing ball.
“Nicely done,”
The same body guard from before grabbed Julian from behind, nibbled his neck. Julian could feel the man’s enormous, thick cock pressed against the small of his back and knew that his tight virgin ass was about to be ripped open but the watching crowd did nothing to stop Julian from being dragged back into the bedroom by the powerful bodyguard.
