Rupture Fest 2020: Finale

VICTIMS: Philip, Jack, Chris Evans, Lucas (again!), and several other volunteers!

Victims So Far (click a name to go to his story): 4 Unnamed Gymnasts, Omar, Jan, Andrej, Don, Alex, Bryce, Mike, Boomer Banks, Thomas, Marco, Lucas, Sandar (showed up late), Darren Criss, Jacob Artist, Jake, Tyler, Oscar, Mark Lopez, Killian, Araf, DJ Zedd, Daniel Padilla, Dean Geyer, Max, Pierre, Glen, Yifei

Across the country club walls, and floors - and even audience members - had been painted with the remains of countless dicks and testicles. But Rupture Fest 2020 was coming to a close and the elaborate machines, set pieces and stages were being dismantled, procreative gunk was being scrapped up and furniture was being put back into proper places. The arena used for Hot Or Not had been returned to a cozy smoking lounge with stately arm chairs and bearskin rugs. The dancefloor where DJ Zedd and Dean Geyer had showered revelers with nut-confetti was dismantled, returned to an unassuming dining room.

Whereas most of the events had been held in smaller breakout groups, Fantasy Castration Services, the organization that ran Rupture Fest, wanted the Finale to be one last spectacular series of penectomies and castrations enjoyed by all the participants in a giant arena. Unlike the other events that had focused on only a few guys being unmanned in elaborate fashion, this year's finale was a going to be a spectacle of volume, purposefully designed to almost overwhelm the senses with audience members torn between watching a brutal castration on on side of the stage or dick destruction at the other. The men filed into neatly arranged rows of seats in front of a long, deep stage bathed in white light. Carnival-like music gave the whole scene a fitting note of finality. Suspended above the stage were several screens each aimed at a different areas of the stage to the benefit to the men near the back of the audience bu the screen in the middle was of particular interest. It was setup to resemble a score board with two words in huge bold letters 'PENIS' and 'TESTICLES'. Underneath both were equally huge zeroes.

As the audience got settled, some of them wasting no time to free their cocks from their trousers in anticipation, the stage hands setup the scene. On the left a clear glass vice was setup on a pedestal and the staff made sure that the hydraulics that would send the two heavy pieces of glass crushing together was functioning correctly by opening and closing it several times. On one test, they set two hens eggs which violently exploded when the press slammed down. On the next, the vice closed more slowly with equally crushing - if not quite as explosive - results.

On the other side of the stage a white table was lined up with mallets, power drills, hammers little explosive charges and other instruments of gene pool cleansing along with a quaint raffle drum full of bingo balls. A handsome young man in a white suit sat behind it and was doing a mic test as other staff members bolted a metal pole to the ground inches from the table. Lined up

The music started to hit a crescendo as a line of ten handsome young jocks stood with their legs spread over holes drilled into the floor. They were about a meter apart and when they were waving to the crowd their their toned arms either crossed in front of them or obediently folded behind their backs. None of them were restrained as their truly enormous nuts swung low and heavy between their legs, perfectly aimed over the holes in the stage, with thick metal rings clamped around their scrotums to force their sperm factories to the bottom of their bags. Some of them were sporting erections but all of them were sporting big, goofy grins. 

Several men in the audience instantly recognized them as the stage helpers for Rupture Fest's other events. First in line was the handsome blonde from the event One on Two who had helped to restrain the sadistic buster-turned-bustee Mike so his fat nuts could be turned into a disgusting stain by the bloodthirsty audience. Next to the blonde was a beefy, short red head who had slipped on one of the many piles of procreate material whilst clearing stage after the Model K event. 

It was evident even under their tight black outfits that the stage hands were well-built considering how easily they were able to manhandle the contestants into and out of position but no one in the audience imagined that under those outfits were gorgeous, ripped and very hung lads who all the while were eager for their own turn on the Rupture Fest stage.

Ten  men were standing behind the vice, eager for their turn as their nuts hung low in their trimmed sacks. It was a diverse mix of guys from chiseled jocks to dad bods, short and beefy to tall and svelte. They ranged from barely legal teenagers to totally fuckable DILFs but the one characteristic all of them had were large, dangling nuts. The first in line at the vice was a powerfully build man with a five o'lock shadow and rigid, gym-honed pecs and thighs between which were a pair of nuts slightly larger than the eggs the technicians had used to test out the device. He was smiling and stroking his foot long monster daddy cock, leaking at the prospect of putting his puppies in the machine. 

"Good thing I already have a kid, right son?" he said with a wink as he turned to the adorable twenty-year old standing behind him.

His son, a spitting image of his old man, chuckled and grabbed his own pendulous nuts as he shot back; "Yeah, but no grand kids for you!"

Next to the table covered in torture instruments was another line of ten men, as equally well hung as the guys waiting for the vise. Among them was Lucas, whose horse cock had been turned into hamburger in the event Totally Fucked, but whose balls had survived, the juicy nuggets bulging obscenely under the neatly stitched, gaping blank spot on his crotch where his ridiculously huge cock had once been. Without his prostate-pounder literally casting a shadow over them, his plump nuts looked even bigger as he cradled them smiling.

Suddenly the music tempo increased and the house lights dimmed with only a single large spotlight flooding the center of the stage. Three men were being escorted toward two slightly raced square platforms a few feet from each other barely large enough to stand on and as they marched out the crowd went absolutely wild at the site of the first man leading the group. None other than Captain America himself, Chris Evans, was sauntering onto the stage wearing only his birthday suit and a dazzling smile, his body wa s buffer and more powerful looking in person than it looked on screen and between his legs swung two of the largest testicles to grace any stage at Rupture Fest with an equally impressive cock jutting straight out in front nearly a foot. It was a wonder his skin tight movie outfits hadn't blown apart at their seams keeping in such prodigious sexual organs.  Chris' boyishly handsome face literally made several men in the audience leak precum as he was lead to one of the platforms. 

Chris Evans, 39

Close behind him was Jack, a model-handsome thirty-year old who was slightly taller than Chris but much slimmer, weighing in at just under one-hundred-fifty pounds. His thick cock jutted out nine inches over his heavy sack, his generous package looking disproportionately large for his slim frame. He seemed excitedly nervous as he was escorted to the second pedestal.

Jack, 30

Following behind them was Jack, a nineteen year old who wreaked of hormones. He was shorter than Jack and Chris but buff with well defined abs and bulging biceps that complemented his donkey nuts, which hung lower and were almost bigger than Chris'. His teenage cock was leaving a trail of precum as he was escorted to the space between the pedestals. 

Phillip, 19

Black-clad stage hands worked quickly to finish setting up the scene, bolting two six foot poles to the pedestals and tying Chris and Jack to them with ropes - purposefully thick for dramatic effect - that crisscrossed their studly torsos. Their arms were tied behind their backs, though judging by the looks on their faces and their excited dongs, the two looked like they would have gladly kept them held back on their own volition.

The audience roared as the house lights came back up, showing off the stage full of about-to-be-destroyed studs there were sixty six massive, heavy testicles and thirty-two cocks just waiting to be laid to waste and the watching men were more than ready for it. The sound of mass masturbation coming from the audience filled the arena, a few guys had already blown their loads just at the thought of the coming events, as the stage hands made their final setups. Chris Evan's foot long monster was outfitted with an extremely tight metal cock ring that was forcing his super hero cock to stay permanently, almost painfully hard. His engorged tool was starting to turn red and was pulsing with each heartbeat. Across from him an equally tight ring had been attached at the base of Jack's hefty testicles, forcing them to bulge forward. Someone in the audience let out a guttural moan as he hit orgasm as he watched one of the stage assistants run a chain between the ring attached to Chris' dick and the ring choking Jack's scrotum.

Meanwhile, each of Phillip's young nuts had been ensnared in metal rings that were several sizes too small, forcing his nut meat to bulge around it. It looked like someone had encircled two balls made out of clay around their middle, crushing them where the bands were making contact and forcing the rest of the material to bulge of of the top and bottom. One chain was attached to his left nut ring and another was attached to the right, disappearing into mysterious white boxes at the edges of the stage.  The stage was finally set. Ten men were waiting at the vice. Ten men were waiting at the still-not-explained table full of castration devices.  Jack and Chris Evans were literally joined at their junk and young Phillip's nuts were trapped in metal donut-shaped rings that looked primed to be pulled in opposite directions. This was going to be one helluva grand finale!

Finally, the stage hands disappeared off stage and a beautiful young host wearing a suit and top hat came onto the stage to thunderous applause.

"Gentlemen and... who am I kidding. None of you are gentle!" he started. 

Everyone laughed.

"Welcome to the Rupture Fest 2020 Grand Finale!"

"You'll notice there is quite a bit going on, so to help out we've setup video screens to help you out,"

The host pointed to the several large video monitors above the stage that were now showing close ups of the glass hydraulic vice, the penis and ball destruction table, the men in the back, Chris Evans' junk, Jack's bulging sack and Phillip's chained nuts. It was a visual spectacle to behold and the audience made quite a spectacle themselves with necks turning rapidly from one monitor to the other, then back to the stage. Some guys who thought they would be glued to watching sacks flattened with the vise were torn between watching Chris or the other areas of interest and visa versa. It was like the finale of a grand fireworks show that promised to light up the sky in all directions; no view would be 'bad' but no matter where one looked there was a chance of missing out just out of view. Luckily for the audience, the entire multi-camera show would soon be available for their viewing enjoyment in high definition downloads.

The host went on to explain the night's events. At the hydraulic vice, each man would step up, place their junk into the machine and wait for the vice to close totally flat. It was a random process, though. Sometimes the vise would slam shut instantly, compressing the fat trapped nuts totally flat in a fraction of a second and other times it would slowly, painfully flatten them. The results were going to be the same - totally destroyed sacks - but the visual would be vastly different. On the other end of the stage the young man with the bingo balls would be picking numbers, randomly inviting up members of the audience to come on stage and use any instrument they chose in whatever manner they chose on the defenseless nuts and cocks presented. To stop the guys from squirming, they would be secured to the metal pole behind the table, leaving their junk totally vulnerable to be... junked. Meanwhile, at random intervals, pistons would rocket up from the floor between the spread legs of the stage hands turned volunteers lined up along the back with such force that their balls would be pulverized instantly, the replays showing in slow motion on certain video monitors as if the audience didn't already have enough testicle destruction to track. And of course  there was the score board that would keep numeric track of how many cocks and balls had been wasted throughout the show.

Lastly, the main event was at the center of the stage. The platform Jack was on would slowly raise, pulling at the chain connecting Chris Evans' cock to Jack's sack while Chris endured brutal nut pounding by a pair of mean looking brutes who had walked on stage wearing tight fitting leotards like the strong men at the circus. As they were introduced, they flexed their powerful biceps and made fists aimed at Chris' balls. Either one of them looked powerful enough to cut down the Evans' family tree but the two together promised a particularly nasty end to Chris' sex life. Between Jack and Chris, the chains tied to Phillips' nuts were attached to winches that would slowly, methodically pull Phillip's tender nuts further and further in opposite directions until their chords' inevitable destruction. As the counter of destroyed balls increased, the speed of the platform holding Jack would increase, tugging more and more violently on Chris Evans' super soldier cock.

"Let the finale begin!" the host announced and stepped aside.

The auditorium was filled with cheers and hoots as the action began on stage all at once. First, the hot daddy standing in front of the glass vice placed his eggs into it and took a deep breath. The heavy glass plates slowly lowered, compressing the egg-sized things flatter and flatter...

"Number 506. Lucky number 506!" came the announcer.

An ecstatic middle aged man jumped from his seat in the audience waving a raffle ticket and raced to the stage. He arrived at the table full of mallets, torches, bombs and other instruments and eyed them before fully soaking in the site of the gorgeous Latino who was waiting for his destruction. His huevos were massive and his cock was hard in anticipation, resting on the table top and the hot young man was secured in place powerless to flee. The lucky audience member picked up a mallet and rose it over his head...

Meanwhile, the pedestal Jack was standing on started to slowly raise until the chain between Chris and Jack's packages was taught. Chris let out a grunt as his thick tool was pulled upward...

And in the middle of it all, Phillip's nuts were being pulled in opposite directions by the winches situated on either side of the stage, the low whir of the machine drowned out by the growing chorus of grunts and moans filling the stage. His already low hangers were stretched nearly five inches away from his body and the games had only just begun.

"Fuck yeah, dad! They aren't gonna' last too long!"

The daddy having his nuts slowly crushed in the vice grunted as his own son mocked his imminent destruction. The heavy glass plates were coming down painfully slow, forcing his over sized nuts to ooze from between them as they were compressed into dense red patties. He howled as something in his left nut suddenly snapped and the flattened thing got much more purple as the hydraulics continued to press downward. He let out a girlish squeal as a muted popping indicated that his left nut had fractured, leaving it up to his still whole but hideously pancaked right nut to put up all of the resistance.

The lucky audience member working over the constrained Latino had hammered a heavy mallet into his balls dozens of times, grunting in effort as he poured every ounce of strength into the task. The hot young kid howled as his nuts suddenly exploded in the bag, turning into two mushy, dense meat wedges barely a fraction of their normal bloated girth. The audience member was stunned at how long the kid had lasted and how suddenly his balls had failed. They had just disintegrated into goop as if the final blow had shattered the protective membranes around his gonads like glass. The Latin kid's eyes rolled into his head but not before the depraved audience member grabbed his drooping but still fat cock and forced it to the table, holding it down with one hand while he hammered the mushroom shaped head against the table with the other. The volunteer mercifully passed out as his once clearly defined head collapsed into a cartoonish, flattened mass. His thick fuck stick looked ridiculous with a permanently destroyed, flattened cap.

The score board updated. Penis - 1. Testicles - 2. The crowded roared as the Latin hunk was rapidly removed and the next guy in line was tied into place, a middle aged bald gentleman with a wicked grin and modest - compared to the other sacks on display - equipment. 

Across the stage the daddy having his nuts crushed passed out as an audible, sick double splat announced the end of his balls. They had both compressed to a quarter inch before the sack burst open spilling out their insides in thick tendrils that looked like a pasta maker. 

"Way to go pops!" his son chuckled as he was escorted off the stage, drooling from his mouth and his still-hard cock. The scoreboard updated again. Penis - 1. Testicles - 4.

BLOOOOSH

There were audible gasps from the audience as a piston rocketed up from the stage with such force that it lifted one of the ten stage hands lining the back of the stage off the ground, connecting with and totally blowing apart his fat sack in the process. A spray of gunk flew out nearly a yard, which the hapless lad landed in with a wet splat. As he was dragged off stage the scoreboard updated yet again: Penis 1. Testicles - 6.

Apparently six was the magic score as the platform Jack was standing on suddenly lurched upward, painfully tugging at Chris' cock. The handsome actor let out an animal like roar and gritted his teeth, attempting to stand on his tip toes to relieve the pressure but it was no use. His engorged cock turned beet red as it was yanked violently. Jack's balls weren't faring much better as they were being equally tugged toward the ground by the chain that was attached to Chris' cock.

At the vice, the daddy's son had stepped up and placed his prodigious balls and cock into the vice. His face had just taken on a shit faced grin before immediately going blank, splattered with bits of his testicles and cock. The hydraulic vice had slammed down instantly and violently, compressing his fat young sack to zero inches in less than a second. A fan of spray showered outward and his disembodied cock head fell to the ground with a thud. As the glass plates retracted, thick tendrils hung from it like macabre confetti.

The scoreboard updated. Penis  - 2 . Testicles - 8. 

Phillips let out a ragged howl as he felt a sharp pang explode from his sack. One of the chords connecting it to his body had reached its terminal limit yet the wenches were still pressing onward. He was jacking his teenage cock as his balls were slowly pulled away from his body in opposite directions. They were now several inches further away than normal and his scrotum looked like it was going to shred like tissue paper.

Meanwhile a young audience member had been called up to toy with the the middle aged guy at the torture table. The young man took his victim's plumps into his hands and have given them a painful examination-by-squeezing, but had determined that he much rather wanted to play with the man's heavy cock. He picked up a cordless power drill from the table and squirted the drill bit with lube. The volunteer looked on as the young man abruptly jammed it down his piss slit. He let out a high pitched scream before the lucky audience member turned the drill on, shredding his cock from the inside out. The man squealed as the thick tissue in his cock was  annihilated until his cock was nothing up a shapeless, mush filled tube. The audience member turned to his brethren and gave a thumbs up as the man was escorted off stage.

The scoreboard updated. Penis  - 3 . Testicles - 8. 

SPLOOOOSH

SPLOOOOOOOOOOOTCH 

Two more of the young Adonis' lining the back of the stage were lifted off their feet as pistons rocketed up between their legs. One of the handsome blonde's balls exploded so catastrophically that the resulting chunks plastered his face like a twisted cum facial. 

Again, the scoreboard updated. Penis  - 3 . Testicles - 12. 

Chris Evan's cock was was being pulled so far upward that it was now an astounding sixteen inches, but was showing no signs of snapping. Through his wails of pain he shouted out to the audience.

"I'm Captain-Fucking-America, bitches! Do your worst!"

Jack's face was awash in pain wracked euphoria as his sack was tugged and compressed by the chain connecting it to Chris. His balls were being pulled all the way forward in their sack and looked like they were simply going to burst out of it at any moment. They were bright red and every vein was etched onto their surface.

SPLOOOSH

A hunky black man covered in tattoos fell to his knees as the glass vices totally crushed his spuds, their insides oozing out onto the ground at his feet. The resulting gunk added to the nearly six inch pile of crushed nut meat that had already been made by the other victims of the vice's uncaring jaws. 

Penis  - 3 . Testicles - 14. 

Elsewhere at the torture table two men had been taken out in rapid succession. The audience members who were called were so eager to participate that they had wasted no time with pageantry The first man, a handsome Iranian young man, had his sagging nuts and leaking cock burned into an oozing crisp by a mini blow torch, the charred ruins being ultimately destroyed by a few well aimed mallet strikes to their compromised shells. The next bloke up was an adorable twenty-something Irishman whose fuzzy nuts were turned into a literal stain by an audience member who selected a full sized sledge hammer and threw all of his two-hundred pounds into the blow. The Irish bollocks lasted less than a second under the blow before showering the stage with absolutely huge, beefy chunks. It was as if the destruction was so cataclysmic and sudden that his testicles hadn't even fully exploded before being ejected from his blown open ball bag. His scrotum was totally empty as he was led from the stage. 

Penis  - 4 . Testicles - 18. 

SPLURTCH 

In a final indignity the Irishman and the stage hands who were escorting him away were hit with gunk as yet another piston rocketed up and turned a fat, sagging set of nuts into a shower of pent up sperm and nut guts. 

Penis  - 4 . Testicles - 20. 

Meanwhile, the next three guys at the vice were snuffed out by the hydraulic press slamming down rapidly, one after another, extruding the insides of three primed young sacks all over the floor at the base of the machine.

Penis - 4. Testicles - 26

Chris Evans threw his head back and screamed as his comic book cock was stretched to its breaking point, tearing at the connective tissues as Jack was raised ever higher. Jack passed out as his balls imploded from the pressure and filled his sack with nothing but gory mush.

Penis - 4. Testicles - 28

Jack's pedestal was quickly lowered, relieving the pressure on Chris' about-to-tear pole but that only invited the strong men - who had been waiting for their time to shine - to squat, ball their fists and pummel them ruthlessly into the super stud's sack. As Chris's sack was being used as a punching bag more nutting was taking place at the torture table.

Finally, Lucas was up. His cock was already gone from another Rupture Fest even, leaving only his heavy, swollen nuts. They rested on the table as a geeky audience member eyed the table of destructive instruments.

CRACK

Another of the hunky stage hands along the back had his testicles pounded into paste. His stones proved to be tougher than the others since they were only liquefied in the sack without the customary spray of gunk that had followed the other piston strikes. Nonetheless, the destruction was absolute and there was nothing but testicle soup in his swelling bag as he was escorted from the stage.

The scoreboard updated. Penis - 4, Testicles - 30.

The geek who was eyeing Lucas finally settled on a small explosive charge to finish off Lucas's sex life. It was a tightly packed wad of explosives the size of a small egg which the player placed under Lucas's nuts, making his sack fold over it and giving the twisted visual that there were three fat nuts in Lucas' sack. To up the effect, the audience member decided to ignite the bomb by taking a torch to Lucas's sack, causing it to instantly heat up, turn red and start to boil. Lucas opened his mouth and let out a guttural scream as his sperm started to boil. BLOOOSH. Lucas'  sack was plastered all over the table, the audience player and the floor in a spectacular, brutal finale that had started days ago with his cock being shredded into nothing on another Rupture Fest stage.

Yet again the scoreboard updated. Penis - 4. Testicles - 32.

Two more of the hunks along the back of the stage had their juicy testicles turned into barely recognizable, stringy goop as two pistons shot up in unison. They let out falsetto howls and reached to clutch their junk but it was too late.

Penis - 4. Testicles 36.

During all of the commotion, Phillip's young spuds were now pulled nearly a foot from his body. Every muscle was etched as he furiously tried to jack out a final load. It was a race against time as the gears strained and cranked, tearing his testicles further apart.

BLOOOOOOSH

Phillip's left nut imploded just as he erupted in jizz, his taught body convulsing as his right nut was yanked. And yanked. And yanked.

RIIIIIIP

Phillip's eyes turned into saucers as his right nut was violently freed from his body and flew across the stage as if it had been rocketed by a slingshot. The handsome teenager was quickly ferried from the stage, and as the helpers carried him one of them made a concerted effort to stomp on Phillip's detached but otherwise still whole nut, turning it into a pile of teenage gore.

The monitors updated the score. Penis - 4. Testicles 38.

SPLOTCH 

CRUUUNCH

BLOOSH

The next three guys lined up at the vice suffered grisly, amazing fates. Two of their sacks had been compressed so quickly that they exploded like stomped grapes. But the last stud, a built skater type with a blue Mohawk and truly massive nuts had put his balls and cock under the glass, hoping that he would make an equally explosive mess. Instead, the machine closed slowly, the slowest of the evening, allowing the audience watch in exquisite detail as his package got flatter and redder and flatter. He roared as membrane after membrane and tube after tube burst and ruptured in glorious slow motion. A tortured pinkish load flew out of his compressed cock head and it looked so chunky it genuinely looked like he was shooting out his liquefying nuts. First his right nut blew apart in the bag, followed by his cock  which was snuffed out mid spurt. Finally his left nut which had condensed impossibly flat exploded open with such pent up force that the jet of gunk landed nearly ten feet again. Every molecule of his left nut was extruded out slowly in a non-stop stream as the plates slowly lowered totally shut. 

The monitors updated the score. Penis - 5. Testicles 44.

At the torture table, four more packages had been destroyed A studly ginger had his cock sliced off with a butcher knife, which was used as a gag while his rotund sack was pulverized with a mallet. Two blondes had their cocks crushed with pliers at the base, not quite removing them but totally rupturing their connective tissues turning the nine inch fuck sticks into useless husks. The audience members had decided to spare their nuts to leave them as cockless sex slaves. Last, a muscular Asian in his mid forties had his nuts cracked by a hammer before his cock was sliced off with sheers, inch by inch, landing at the feet of the depraved audience member who promptly stomped the cock chunks into gooey paste under his boot.

The score was now Penis - 9. Testicles - 48.

Meanwhile Chris Evan's ball bag was a swollen, hideous disaster as the strong men continued to pummel it mercilessly, slamming it into Chris' pelvis so hard he thought the bone was going to crack. His left nut had fractured in the bag but still looked whole at a cursory glance, but his bag was blood red and looked like it was only a punch or two from bursting open like a pinata.

"I'm... Captain... America..." Chris sneered as his head rolled back.

BLOOOOSH

A studly man along the back was lifted several inches into the air but the force of the piston slamming into his nuts. His balls rockets upward in the sack with such force that they broke through his scrotum and sailed nearly whole into the air, unraveling as they headed toward the ground. The two mostly whole organs landed with wet plops on the stage.

Penis - 9. Testicles 50.

There was now only Chris Evans, one man at the vice, one at the torture table and two blonde stage hands standing with their legs spread waiting for the pistons to take them out.

POP POP

Both of the blondes' eyes crossed and there was an audible double pop as their bags were pulverized. Inside their testicles shattered, blew apart, turned into goop then finally sprayed out of their broken ball bags, stringy membranes and spaghetti like strands dripped between their toned thighs. Unfortunately for one of them, the piston had fired with such intensity that his pulverized sack was sent flying into his rock hard cock with such force that it instantly snapped in half with an audible crack. The load he had been in the middle of blowing was stopped dead in its tracks halfway up his shaft. His eyes crossed and he collapsed into a heap of muscle and he and his buddy, the last of the gentlemen over the pistons, were escorted from the stage.

Penis - 10. Testicles 54.

The last man at the table of torture was a tall, slim teenager with nuts that rivaled Chris Evan's in size and a ten inch cock. He had already blown his load watching the gene pool culling destruction around him and now that it was his turn he was harder than he had ever been in his life. The kid's balls rested on the table with his cock jutting forward as a mean looking audience member stood in front of him. He picked up a long metal spike and a mallet and hovered it over the stud's left nut. The teen's cock jerked as the spike was hammered through his ball into the table. He let out a wail as the his other nut was hammered in place in similar fashion. With a grin the lucky guy from the audience grabbed the kid's cock with both hands, one at the base and one in the middle of his rigid staff. The kid howled as the man's calloused hands twisted, squeezed and pulled until there was vicious tearing sound, then another and another. The young stud was trying the blow his last load but only a few drops managed to navigate his collapsing dick plumbing and ooze out of his head. The audience member let out a shriek of delight as he felt the teen's virgin sperm wand tearing from its base at the same time the middle of his shaft was collapsing in the man's grip. The teen's cock was being literally torn into shreds, and wasn't going to last much longer...

He threw his head back and screamed - and the audience cheered - as his cock suddenly and catastrophically failed. It tore free from his body at the same time the middle of his shaft was torn in two. The guy from the audience continued to tear and shred the detached cock in his hands like an animal ripping up prey. The teen blacked out as he was untied from the restraining pole and pulled away. The stage hands grabbed him from behind an yanked, tearing at the spikes driven into his balls and there was a gross tearing as his meaty balls were ripped apart as he was pulled, leaving most of his destroyed nuts on the table top still anchored by the spikes.

Penis - 11. Testicles 56.

At the same time the teenager was having his nuts and cock trashed the last man had placed his cock into the crushing vice. It was rock hard, ten inches of German manhood being slowly compressed. The outrageously hot German let out a funny yodel as his fat cock was flattened between the heavy glass, forcing blood into the few inches of his cock sticking out of the front of the vice. The pressure grew until there was a satisfying explosive pop and his ridiculously engorged head popped off like a fleshy rocket only a moment before the bulk of his shaft ruptured open, spilling out its fibrous contents. The pile of crushed meat at the base of the vice was now nearly a foot high, a truly disgusting mess that would only be appreciated by the men watching in the audience. Several of them had already blown a load - or two - at the overwhelming spectacle of utter destruction.

The score updated on the digital screen. Penis 12. Testicles 56.

Now only Chris Evans was left. The stage lights dropped with only a single spotlight focused on him and the two burly men going to town on his junk. All of the screens were showing close ups of Chris' balls and cocks from various angles as the two assailants' fists sank deeper and deeper into the increasingly squishy sex organs. Chris' huge, swollen sack was black and purple, his testicles clearly ruptured in the bag and he screamed out as his cock started to finally deflate.

"Uh, oh. His super cock is starting to wilt," one of the men joked.

He turned to his partner and they both grinned wickedly. They stopped the pummeling of Chris' ball bag and each grabbed hold of Chris' cock, forcing it to stay semi hard as they squeezed so hard the veins on their biceps bulged. Chris Evans let out a shriek of genuine terror as he looked down to see his cock being squeezed and yanked. He let out a long, deep groan as the two applied every ounce of strength into pulling Chris' All-American cock from his body. The sound of mass masturbation filled the hall as all eyes were on Chris' shaft, more specifically the base which was being stretched ever forward. Chris' inhuman screaming masked the sounds coming from his dick which was being crushed and yanked beyond its limits.

CRUNCH

One of the strongmen's eyes rolled into his head as he was wracked with an intense orgasm. He had just felt the space between his hand suddenly closed, permanently crushing the middle of the Hollywood hunk's shaft. More disturbing sounds coming from Chris' cock as tubes and structures failed in a cascade of sex life ending horror while the connective tissues started to finally fail. As they snapped, the stress transferred to the others which snapped in turn. The rate of the destruction was exponential and Chris looked at the two men destroying his dick and roared.

"I'm Captain America, bitches!"

RIIIIIIIICRUUUUNCH

Chris passed out as his cock was liberated from his crotch to thunderous cheers and applause. The strong men held it up together like they were hoisting a trophy and smiled at their achievement before one of them grabbed Chris' jaw and opened his mouth whilst his partner shoved the entire massive slab down Chris' throat. Backward. Chris' mushroom head poked out from his lips and his throat bulged from his super sized, thick dick. 

"Let's finish this!"

The strongmen took one of Chris' balls in each hand and squeezed, pressing deep into his ruined chunky bag as the platform he was on quickly started to rise. The two heavy muscle studs kept their grip, forcing Chris' balls to stay in place as the rest of his body accended.

SPLOTCH

Chris' right nut imploded in one of their muscular hands. It looked like he had just squeezed a huge tomato with pulp oozing between his fingers. Chris' head jerked slightly as his last nut was pulled off with such force that the man holding it fell on his back as if he had been holding an elastic chord that had suddenly snapped. The audience cheered as Chris was promptly lowered and whisked away backstage.

Penis - 13. Testicles - 58 flashed the scoreboard.

"This might be a new record!" the announcer proclaimed to riotous applause.

The spotlight moved from the platforms back to the heavy glass vices and the muscle studs who had destroyed Chris Evans ripped off their singlets and made their way over to the contraption. One of them stood behind it like normal while the other stood in front, his boot laying waste to the mountain of crushed cock and testicle matter, and they both squeezed their awesome, heavy nuts under the plates. It was a tight fit and all cameras zoomed in on the site of the four over sized stones trapped under the vice. 

"Fucking do it!" someone screamed from the audience.

BLOOOOOOOOSH

The hydraulics slammed the top pane of glass down so hard that the panels cracked. The entire contents of both sacks painted their muscular thighs, the vice, the stage and some of the front row.

The scoreboard updated a final time. Penis 13. Testicles - 62.

"Now that's a record! Thank you all for coming, and cumming and cumming. See you next year!"

The stage lights came back up and the cameras panned the scene of utter devastation. The once pristine stage was an absolute mess of mutilated nuts and shattered dicks that would take days to clean up. 

A fitting visual to wrap up Rupture Fest 2020.

Candy & Nuts

Lance and Eric had met after exchanging messages on a fetish site. Twenty-two year old Eric was a somewhat tall, slim young man who barely tipped the scales at one-hundred forty pounds. Lance was the polar opposite, a beefy six-ten hulking jock who easily towered over him but the one place Eric had Lance bested was below the belt. The lanky young man sported two massive oblong testicles and a thick uncut cock that usually drooped lazily over them. They would have looked massive on Lance's larger frame but on Eric, they looked comically disproportionate. 

Their meetings started off relatively vanilla with Lance grabbing one of Lance's nuts in each hand squeezing, pressing his thumbs into the remarkably firm organs until he was rewarded with a squeal. Slaps turned into punches. Knees morphed into violent kicks. The relatively gentle squeezing of their earlier sessions had become membrane-rupturing double-fist squeezes as Lance poured all of his energy into a single nut, crushing it between his calloused hands.  

By now it was normal for Eric's sack to become swollen and purple after every run in with the increasingly sadistic Lance. And Eric loved it. Once Eric had removed the safety device from Lance's ball crushing vice - which meant it could compress to zero closure. Lance took Eric's nuts to the brink of bursting open and spewed a hands free load into his jeans as his hand continued on the crank. Lance simultaneously blew the largest load he had ever shot in his life as he passed out, convinced that his nuts were history.

It had been a couple of weeks since a particularly wild session left Eric's bloated sack covered in welts and the rubber head of Eric's trusty mallet thoroughly well-used. The affair left Eric aching - literally - for more so he was beyond excited when Lance invited him over Christmas Eve for what he described as a particularly brutal session with a sweet surprise.

"You ready to have your chestnuts cracked?" Lance said only half-joking when Eric had arrived before grabbing him by the collar and forcing him into the kitchen.

Eric quickly stripped naked whilst Lance only took off his jeans and underwear, leaving on his ugly Christmas sweater that had a nutcracker doll design knitted into it. It was as fitting as it was festive.

"So what's this surprise?" Eric asked.

The look of semen-destroying lust in Lance's eyes was getting Eric hard and his cock started to rapidly swell. Lance smiled as he motioned for Eric to sit on the large kitchen island with his heavy nuts resting on the cold butcherblock surface. The counter was covered with bowls that appeared to be full of cooking ingredients, but Eric didn't have a chance to examine them in detail before Lance had secured Eric's ankles to the legs of the island before expertly crisscrossing Eric's thighs and legs with rope, knotting them around the legs of the counter until Eric's legs were firmly preyed open. Eric got harder as Lance roughly secured his arms behind his back.

Eric was effectively immobilized with his tough big eggs at Lance's mercy and Eric wouldn't have had it any other way. Lance stepped back to admire his handiwork. Eric's legs were being ripped wide open by the ropes, stopping him from closing his skinny legs and keeping Lance's favorite toys on full display. He picked up a mallet from the table  and held it up to Eric's face. 

Eric's cock jumped as he braced himself for impact. Lance reared his arm all the way back and sent the mallet sailing into Eric's sack, instantly flattening them onto the surface. Eric's eyes crossed and he let out a gasp, then a scream as Lance sent the mallet down again. Just as quickly as the assault had started Lance set the mallet down stood eye to eye with Eric.

"You know what my favorite food is? Dessert!" Lance began.

"You wouldn't know it from this body, but I love sweets. Candy, cakes, all of it." 

Lance ran his strong hands over his form-fitting sweater to show his sculpted upper body, the result of years of nutritional discipline. Except, Eric would find out, around the holidays.

"Yeah, I absolutely love the stuff, especially when it's fresh."

Lance gave an aroused, if a little confused, Eric a wink as he made his way over to his stove. There was a pot boiling away though Eric couldn't tell what was in it but it was filling the kitchen with sweet, sugary aromas

"This isn't quite ready yet," Lance announced as he walked back toward Eric.

"The best kinds of nuts to use for dessert are big, crushed ones,"

Eric smiled as Lance picked up a meat tenderizer and placed the spiked side gently on top of Eric's left nut. Eric inhaled deeply as Lance began gently yet rapidly tapping his nut, gradually building up the pain until he could just start to feel it in his guts. 

"Mmm.. yeah," Eric moaned.

Lance switched to Eric's right nut, rapidly tapping it and increasing the pressure until it was a steady dull ache. Most men would have been blubbering by now, but for Eric this was just a warm up.

"Crème brûlée is my favorite," Lance started as he pounded Eric's right nut harder and harder.

"That hard, sugary topping,"

Lance was now slamming the tenderizer down, alternating nuts with each blow, getting hard as he felt Eric's boys compress violently against the counter top. Lance set down the mallet and picked up a bowl of a yellowish thick substance. He dipped his finger into it and took a taste.

"Delicious! The base of a crème brûlée, my own recipe. Wanna' taste?"

Lance dipped his finger back in and went to let Eric lick it off before pulling it away at the last minute.

"Not so fast. The caramel topping is the best part!" Lance chuckled.

He used his fingers to rub Eric's slightly swollen nuts with a thin layer of crème. Before Eric had fully realized what was happening, Lance had fetched a bowl of sugar and a culinary torch from the ingredients scattered on the table and had coated Eric's nuts with a generous coating of sugar which was clinging to the yellowish crème. Eric's nuts looked like two fat little dessert balls.

"Now my favorite part,"

Lance lit the small torch tauntingly close to Eric's face. Eric's mind started to race, they had only played around with pain a couple of times and...

"Holy fuck! Holy fuck!"

Before Eric could finish the thought, Lance had crouched down and was now slowly moving the flame over his ball bag. Though the flame was barely making contact it really didn't need to since the heat was intense enough to blast through his nuts like a knife. Eric howled as his balls instantly turned red under the yellow crème and quickly crystalizing sugar. Thought it had felt longer, it took Lance less than a minute to melt the sugar into a thin, hard brownish crust that shimmered in the light. Eric's balls really did look like festive sugary treats. They were swollen, so looked even bigger against the counter, and were now covered in crème and caramelized, glittering sugar.  Though the flame was long gone the pain was still radiating intensely through his half-baked sack.

Lance got on his knees and stuck out his tongue, slowly licking the hard candied shell. This close up, Eric's sugar plums were extra massive, dominating Lance's field of view. Lance's recipe truly was delicious, but he only got in a few licks before standing to his feet and grabbing the mallet.

"That was my first recipe, but I'm really in the mood for something chocolatey." 

Without warning Lance sent the mallet crashing into Eric's nuts, compressing them both into a wafer-thin patty. Eric let out a guttural scream and his legs instinctively tried to close despite his cock staying steely hard and out of the way. Eric's nuts were deforming dangerously with each blow which was made all the more painful by the fact that they were still reeling from the heat. Mixed in with the normal squashing sound of Eric's meaty nuts being pulverized was the added crunching and cracking of the candy shell breaking apart and the wet sloshing of the thin, burned layer of crème as it splattered Eric's thighs and cock. Once Lance was confident every last bit of caramelized sugar had been broken off - a torturous process that lasted nearly ten minutes - he again set down the mallet. Eric's screams had almost drowned out the sound of a high pitch kitchen timer.

"Ah, right on time!" 

Lance headed to the stove and came back with a small pot full of bubbling brown liquid.

"I absolutely love chocolate,"

"Aaaah!"

Eric threw his head back and wailed as Lance slowly poured a small amount of melted chocolate onto his nuts, covering them both evenly before applying another layer. Unlike melting wax, which was hot on contact but instantly hardened and cooled, the boiling chocolate stayed hot much longer, wrapping Eric's nuts in an unbearably warm hug. Unfortunately most of the liquid chocolate was ending up on the counter and Lance wasn't getting the nice presentation he had envisioned. In his mind he thought Eric's big nuts would look like oversized, perfectly coated truffles. Instead the chocolate was unevenly applied and sloppy.

"I have a better idea," 

Lance headed back to the stove and got the liquid boiling again, which gave Eric a slight reprieve. It was very slight. Acting quickly, Lance headed back to Eric, crouched between his legs, picked up Eric's nuts and plunked the danglers off the edge of the table, right into the still roiling chocolate. Eric's eyes crossed and he was so overwhelmed he only let out a horse scream as Lance waited a few moments before pulling the pot out from below. Eric's balls were now thoroughly coated and the chocolate quickly hardened into a semi permanent shell.

Lance put Eric's nuts back on the counter then placed several shelled walnuts all over them, letting each one stick to the chocolate. He took the mallet and hovered it over Eric's battered, heated junk.

"I think I want crushed nuts,"

CRUNCH CRUNCH

Eric screamed and writhed as Lance crushed his chocolate covered treats into the counter so hard he was convinced that the walnuts wouldn't be the only things cracking. The walnuts were pulverized, along with most of the chocolate shell, but Lance didn't care. He was unleashing a wave of rapid, powerful blows onto Eric's balls that were making his head spin, but through it all his cock stayed rock hard. After he was sure the walnuts - and Eric's nuts - had been ground thoroughly, Lance set the mallet down and examined his work. He crouched down between Eric's legs and took both of Eric's balls in his mouth. Eric couldn't help but moan as he felt the jock's warm mouth on his nuggets. Lance's cheeks bulged like a chipmunk and he smiled as the chocolate started to melt in his mouth. He rolled Eric's oversized nuts around in his mouth as best he could before chomping down on them. Hard.

Eric shrieked as Lance's molars sank into his fleshy nuts with annihilating force. So much pressure applied on the relatively small surface area covered by Lance's teeth was unbearable. As Lance licked and chewed Eric's balls clean, Eric thrashed and pleaded. Finally it was over. There was a loud pop from the loss of suction as Lance finally released Eric's balls. They were covered with bright red imprints of Lance's teeth, but were mostly free of chocolate.

Eric panted as Lance gathered up the ingredients for the next sugary course.

"I love chestnuts, especially this time of year,"

Lance placed two small whole chestnuts under Eric's balls which covered them completely. Eric knew what was about to happen and started to plead with Lance despite his throbbing cock. Instead of the meat tenderizer, Lance was using the rubber mallet with this broad, heavy head.

"First, we gotta' crack the nuts,"

CRUUUNCH

Eric thought he was going to black out. Lance had slammed the mallet into his balls so violently that one of the chestnuts shattered instantly. It was quickly replaced.

CRUUUUUUNCH CRUUNCH

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..."

CRUNCH

"...Jack Frost nipping at your nose..."

CRUNCH!

Lance casually sang Christmas songs as he shattered chestnut after chestnut through Eric's rapidly swelling nuts. Eric was hysterical, desperately trying to close his legs and Lance's blows became more powerful, far beyond anything they had done before. Chestnuts were exploding open left and right and Eric's own chestnuts were trapped in the middle, forced to absorb the ridiculous amount of force. They felt like they were both on fire yet numb at the same time and Eric started to drool as Lance's continued to wreck his manhood.

"That's right, boy, cum for me,"

CRUNCH

The closer Eric came to having a very un-Merry Christmas, the more his cock throbbed. Eric's nuts were being annihilated, and some of the membranes had already started to give way, making them imperceptivity - yet permanently - less round.

"Fuck!"

SPLOOOSH

Eric's eyes opened wide as a jet of white hot jizz rocketed from his cock just as his right nut collapsed like a failed holiday soufflé. The look of shocked horror stayed etched on his face as Lance continued slamming the mallet, though a bit more slowly, into Eric's sack. He set it down to examine the wreckage and squealed in delight as his fingers played with the multiple distinct chunks floating freely in Eric's sack. For his part, Eric was barely registering what was happening but was quickly snapped back into reality as another layer of boiling liquid chocolate was drizzled onto his nuts, making them look like big red, chocolate covered berries.

"I love chocolate covered crushed nuts,"

Lance took Eric's last whole nut between his molars and chomped. Hard.

SQUISH.

Twelve Nuts of Christmas

 

The Twelve Nuts of Christmas was one of the most popular winter fundraisers on fraternity row. Each year six unlucky - or lucky, depending on how they looked at it - graduating seniors would volunteer to offer up their manhood to the delight of passersby. 

This year's crop were exceptionally handsome and well endowed, six young men at their absolute prime standing on the lawn outside of their frat house wearing nothing more than Santa hats, boots and goofy grins. Each of them looked to be holding a giftwrapped box at crotch level with a strategically placed hole to allow their bulbous nuts and meaty cocks to rest inside the box. The black rubber tops of the boxes had a slit that would allow a hand to go in but otherwise hid their contents.

"Step right up!" shouted another frat boy acting as the host who was holding a festive sign in front of them.

Two passing young women looked over and chuckled as they read the surprisingly well-made menu that was printed on the sign.

Grab some salty nuts - $5

Grab a hot wiener - $6

Make a frat boy squeal - $10

Crack some walnuts - $20

"Okay, I'm in!" the petite blonde said through laughter, digging five bucks out of her pocket and tossing it into the bucket.

She stepped in front of Chad, the tallest, and gave him a playful wink after checking out his ripped body. Chad felt his truly massive cock start to thicken as he mentally undressed the hot coed but his dreams of fucking were quickly replaced by a sharp pain in his sugar plums. His eyes grew wide as she reached into the box and gave each nut a squeeze, one in each hand.

Her friend chuckled as she tossed in six dollars and headed toward Conner's box. Conner's model like body was matched by an equally impressive cock and the chick smiled in genuine delight as she grabbed it through the top of the box. She slowly started stroking his monster ten incher as his head peaked from the from the top of the box. The two women laughed as they let go of their prizes and wandered off.

Another coed approached immediately behind them, contributing five dollars to the cause. She chose Zach, a hot blonde, and gave his large nuts a devastating squeeze.

"Fuck!" he wailed, totally shocked at the power of this seemingly meek young woman.

"Learned it in self defense class," 

She smiled as he crushed her thumb into the center of his left nut and twisted her wrist, nearly twisting it off.

"Ooh!" Zach squealed.

"Lady, you owe us five more dollars," 

The host pointed to the "make a frat boy squeal' item on the menu and the price of ten dollars. She chuckled as she gave five more dollars to the bucket.

"My fault, I didn't realize he was such a wimp,"

Zach flushed red as his frat brothers roared in laughter.

The young woman had barely walked away when a burly freckle faced student walked up. He looked to be the same age as the standing frat boys and was sporting an obvious tube-shaped bulge in his jeans.

He reached in his pocket and tossed ten dollars in.

"I'm gonna' make you squeal!"

The man stood in front of Greg, a svelte brunet and reached into the box, taking one of Greg's heavy nuts in each hand. Despite the nip in the air, Greg's nuts felt surprisingly hot and sweaty which only made the bulge in his jeans grow bigger. Without breaking eye contact with Greg, the player pressed his thumbs into Greg's fruitcakes, desperate to feel the gooey center. Greg's eyes crossed and he instinctively reached for the man's arms but was stopped by a stern look from the host. Part of the fun of the Twelve Nuts of Christmas was that students, faculty and towns people alike could have their way with six hot studs without limits. Greg let out a desperate high pitched squeal as the man's hands compressed closer and closer.

"Ooooh!"

"Ah! Carol of the Busted Bells, my favorite Christmas song!" the man joked mercifully letting go of Greg's chestnuts. By now a small line had formed. Coeds, rival frat boys, random bystanders and even a few professors nearly filled the five gallon bucket with bills filling the chilly air with the sweet sounds of anguished frat boys singing a swan song to their unborn children.

For nearly an hour there was a steady stream of paying customers. None of the six volunteers had more than a few minutes between having their nuts cracked or their cocks teased. Poor Chad had his cock stroked to the edge of shooting at the same time a football player was absolutely crushing his nuts. Chad wailed and moaned, his heart racing as it felt like the beefy footballer was actually going to crack his baubles. 

"Okay, we'll do a few more and call it a day, okay fellas?" the host said.

All six frat boys were relieved. Inside the six boxes, twelve testicles were swollen, red and mangled. Welts had appeared. Membranes were swollen and chords were stretched. But through it all all six cocks were raging, a few protruding outside of their boxes.

"Thanks, brah," Conner wheezed.

Two angry looking professors had just gone to town on his boys and he thought the two middle aged men were going turn his oversized gumdrops into goop.

"I'll throw in twenty bucks,"

A weak voice shouted out as a lanky nerd in thick glasses, ill fitting jeans and a Toad The Wet Sprocket T-shirt. All six of the hunky brothers laughed derisively, a few of them recognized the boy as Heath who barely registered as a background character in the story of the university's social scene.  Heath cracked his knuckles and tossed in twenty dollars as he pointed to the 'crack some walnuts' menu option. 

"Take a shot, little bro," the host said with a grin.

Heath walked the line, eyeing each box as if he had x-ray vision, before settling on Zach. He reached both hands into the box and ensnared Zach's swollen, huge right nut and before Zach had even registered the sensation Heath began to squeeze. Hard. Very hard. Too hard.

"Fucking Christ!" Zach bellowed.

Heath was pressing in his thumbs, as he clasped his fingers and pulsated his palms together rapidly. It was an obviously well-honed, devastating combination that made everything Zach had suffered so far - combined - seem like a love tap. Zach's eyes rolled into his head but not before he noticed that bulging under the nerd's alt rock T-shirt were two exceptionally well developed biceps. The rest of him was so lanky and awkward no one had noticed. Heath was hardly as chiseled and toned as the contestants but he was hardly a wimp. It would prove to be a consequential miscalculation. 

"Fuck! Oooh!" 

The others grimaced in sympathy as they watched and heard Zach's nut being annihilated.

"Stop! Stop! Please!"

Heath's face warped into a twisted, wicked grin as his hands continued to methodically pulverize Zach's holiday nougat. The pain radiating was so intense that his abs rippled into a washboard and he felt like he was going to hurl. Heath looked into Zach's eyes and winked.

"Bye, bye!"

"No! Please!"

Heath's palms practically touched, pancaking Zach's testicle in his poinsettia colored bag.

SPLOTCH

Zach screamed and fell to the ground, reaching desperately for his nuts but it was no use. He tore the box off before passing out, rolling onto his back showing off his perfect body as it was splayed spread-leg. Between his toned thighs was one hideously swollen, red nut that looked like a giant Christmas ornament and one obviously lumpy, ruined disaster. Conner and Chad fainted at the sight. The others looked on gasping in horror but oddly aroused.

Heath cracked his knuckles and pulled another twenty from his pocket as if nothing unusual had happened. 

"Whose next?"

Greg licked his lips and stepped forward.

Rupture Fest 2020: Geysers!

VICTIMS: Pierre, Glen, Yifei

Victims So Far (click a name to go to his story): 4 Unnamed Gymnasts, Omar, Jan, Andrej, Don, Alex, Bryce, Mike, Boomer Banks, Thomas, Marco, Lucas, Sandar (showed up late), Darren Criss, Jacob Artist, Jake, Tyler, Oscar, Mark Lopez, Killian, Araf, DJ Zedd, Daniel Padilla, Dean Geyer, Max

A stage had been erected in one of the Country Club's halls and three young men bathed by spotlights were standing just a few feet apart with their hands behind their backs. They were lightly tied to cross shaped wooden structures affixed to the stage that forced their legs to stay spread. They were naked except for the youngest, a svelte blonde who was wearing a chastity ring around his junk with a metal cap clasped over his cock, forcing the shriveled thing to stay soft. In front of each contestant was a crotch-high pole with a heavy metal, spiked ball on its tip mounted to a track in the floor.

A well dressed announcer bounded onto the stage followed by three Rupture Fest event helpers whose all black uniforms were covered with a white lap coat. Each of them were carrying a small box and stood silently next to each of the restrained men.

"Gentleman, welcome! Let me introduce our fine young men who've volunteered to take place in a very unorthodox clinical trial,"

Glen, 19

Yifei, 25

Pierre, 26

Glen, a tall slim nineteen year old had impressive balls that were somewhat sandwiched by his chastity device, though his cock was totally obscured by the metal cap. Beside him was Yifei, a stout twenty-five year old Asian with a hairy belly and a mop of black hair covering his tight balls. Last for the experiment was a gorgeous twenty-six year old named Pierre, whose fat nuts were easily the largest on stage and his snake like cock was already starting to swell from excitement.

The lab coat wearing assistants pulled long syringes out of the cases they were carrying and crouched down to be at eye level with each of the player's genitals. None of them even flinched as all three of their sacks were poked and the entire contents of the syringes was inserted into their sacks, making all of them noticeably larger in the process. The needless were of medical grade sharpness and the technicians were highly trained; the shot wasn't intended to hurt. That part would come later. The technicians followed up with a second equally routine injection into each of the players arms before marching off the stage.

"Each of these lads has a proven ability to not just cum a lot, but to do so multiple times. Our friends at Consolidated Iridium AG's pharmaceutical division were nice enough to let us try out a new drug on them."

A murmur filled the room as the host continued.

"The drug doesn't have a name just yet, but we internally refer to it as SMB. Single Man Bukkake!"

Almost as if on que, Pierre and Yifei's cocks started to plump up, thick streams of precum leaking out like a sieve as they became harder and harder. Within minutes, Pierre's cock was at its impressive nine inches and Yifei's was a respectable, beer-can thick five. Their nuts were turning a rosy red and started to sag slightly as if the studio had suddenly become much hotter. Yifei and Pierre's faces were flush and every vein on their cocks was throbbing from the almost painfully hard erection, just the sensation alone was enough to fill them with nearly orgasmic pleasure and the two moaned softly as the drug cocktail took over their bodies.

Young Glen was having the same physiological reaction complete with warming balls and moans escaping his handsome lips, except his cock was trapped in the cage. Glen gasped as even in its trapped state, his cock started to become engorged, folding into itself as it struggled to break free. The metal cage, however, wasn't budging.

As the three continued to become more and more aroused, the announcer went on.

"See, these three are already porn-star level shooters but to make it even more interesting, we kept them sequestered for the last three days, forcing them to watch porn and get blown by some of the hottest volunteers we could find, but never being allowed to cum. Probably the longest edge session in history!"

The audience roared with approval as Pierre suddenly threw his head back and let out a deep, sensual moan as an enormous blast of jizz rocketed out of his throbbing cock. Some of the audience closest to the stage were actually struck in their faces. Despite the blast, Pierre's cock stayed rock hard. Yifei let out a pleasured squeal as his own meaty cock jerked and let out an equally impressive load. Glen, his cock still trapped, let out a tortured half-scream-half-moan as a river of cum started to ooze out from behind the metal cap on his trapped cock, forming a puddle at this feet.

The announcer chuckled.

"Our resident teenaged heart throb Glen insisted on staying in chastity to build up his juices but, we may have forgotten to tell him that we lost the key. Oops!"

The audience roared with laughter and jeers and Glen's eyes crossed as another massive load boiled in his loins. Next, the function of the metal spiked balls on sticks was explained. Each one was on a track that ended just beyond the  three's spread legs and had been perfectly calibrated so that, by the spiked ball made contact, it would crash into their cocks and balls, not stopping until they had traveled forward several more inches, a distance customized to each young man's physical build to guarantee that the ball wouldn't stop until it was flush with his crotch without regard to the soon-to-be splattered packages underneath. 

"Oh, and to give them a fighting chance any time the weights or the poles they are on get wet, they'll retract a little bit along the track. So as long as Pierre, Glen and Yifei can keep delivering those super soaking, rocket loads, the longer they can keep the crusher at bay."

Glen's eyes widened with terror. There was no way he could even stand a chance in this scenario.

"Gentlemen, you may remove your hands from behind your backs. On your marks. Get set. Stroke!"

There was whirring of gears as the three crushing spheres started to move forward with considerable speed - and force. Pierre was stroking his cock with both hands furiously, grunting in effort. He was immediately rewarded with a rope of semen that drenched the machine moving toward his balls. It stopped briefly and retracted before moving forward again.

Meanwhile, Yifei had painted his target twice and the mechanism stopped and retracted slowly, almost indignantly, before it was allowed to move forward again. Pierre was pumping his cock, bucking his hips and screaming in pleasure as yet another load soared from his cock in a long, elegant arch, showering the machine like rain. The drugs were doing a marvelous job, but even without them all three of the lads were proven shooters and the thrill that they were literally shooting to save their manhood gave each stroke and blast an extra layer of exhilaration. Except for Glen.

Glen rocked his head back and convulsed as another trapped load oozed out from behind his devise, landing with loud wet plops at his feet. The puddle was getting quite large, unfortunately none of it was rocketing out with his usual wall-painting distance and the machine approached him faster and faster.

Glen frantically fiddled with the cage, trying to pry it off, but the jostling only caused his primed young body to be wracked with multiple orgasms in a row, making him cross his eyes and shudder as his tortured cock attempted to unleash a load that - had it not been for the cock cage - would have been the largest, furthest cum shot any of them had ever witnessed. Instead, most of the load was backed up, causing every tube from his cock head back into his balls to painfully swell. The metal ball approached Glen mercilessly and was picking up speed the closer it got.

"Oh fuck!"

Glen let out a wail of terror as he felt the ball - which was much heavier and painful than it looked - crash into his balls and cock, making the metal contraption on his junk ring like a bell. Glen screamed as his oozing cock covered the still advancing crusher, which immediately stopped its forward motion and retracted a bit. It was only a short reprieve as the machine started moving forward before Glen was even done cumming.

Across the stage, Pierre's battle against fate was becoming desperate. He pumped is cock frantically, fucking his strong hands as his loads became less frequent and smaller. They were still impressive by any normal standard, but weren't enough to stop the rapidly advancing ball more than a few moments, and the ball seemed to be gaining speed with each reset. What a fucked up feedback loop, Pierre thought. The more I fight this machine, the harder it fights back. Something had to give...

Yifei's sperm tanks were running dry as well and the ball hovered mere inches from the head of this dick, being knocked back by increasingly smaller shots of cum just before making its final approach. The stage in front of the three super shooters was becoming an absolute mess of milky white sperm, that were quickly forming genetic oceans. Everyone in the audience was stroking off imaging being in the middle of that circular firing squad.

"Fuck!"

The ball made contact with Glenn's junk for the dozenth time, only this time the pathetic streamers of cum that managed to make it out from behind the metal cap weren't enough for the machine to register them. It continued to press forward, flattening Glen's supple nuts and driving the sharp metal cage into his sack.

"Nooooooo!"

SPLOTCH

The metal cage sliced into Glen's sack like a knife as the crushing ball continued to squash his nuts. The space under the crusher was becoming smaller and smaller. SQUISH. The crusher moved forward. 

SQQQUIIIICK. 

Glen's body convulsed and his eyes rolled into his head as his entire package burst like over sized grapes, the crusher was pressing with such force now that the metal cock ring itself was starting to deform. By the time the crusher stopped it was perfectly flush with Glen's now smooth crotch and a chunky pile of teenaged nut sauce was at his feet. The crowd whooped and the machines approaching Yifei and Pierre were temporarily paused to give the stage hands time to quickly untie Glen and ferry him for treatment. As they carried his taught, young body off the stage one of them slipped and the two helpers and Glen landed into the growing sea of unborn kids. When one of the stage helpers tried to get up, he fell again, thoroughly coating himself with cum. The sound of mass masturbation filled the hall as everyone watched the two cum-coated men finally get a grip on the now-drenched Glen and the slicked trio made it off the stage.

Without delay, the crushers approaching Pierre and Yifei continued forward. Pierre let out a horrified scream as he felt the crusher make contact with his mushroom head. He tried to jerk out another load but it was no use.

CRAAAACK

Pierre passed out as his nine inch ass drill was snapped like a twig by the relentless crusher. His ruined cock continued to be accordioned into his crotch until the crusher made contact with his fat, cum drenched nuts. They were horribly flattened and tried valiantly to maintain their integrity but it was no use. SQUISH.  Membranes ruptured, tubes failed. Two loud double pops were drowned out by the hum of the machine's gears as his wafer thin sack exploded open with such force that bits flew up to his chest. When the machine finally came to a rest, there was nothing left of Pierre's manhood but a hamburger like paste that had made a sort of mounding monument to Pierre's unborn kids. 

The monument was short lived as a worker, wearing slip-resistant shoes this time, inadvertently ground it into mush as he and another man worked to carry Pierre off the stage. It literally sounded like the two were walking through rain puddles, so voluminous was the cummy mess the three men had made all over the stage. Like before, the crusher approaching Yifei was paused during this intermission but sprang back to life as soon as the coast was clear.

Yifei pumped his cock in a futile effort as the crusher approached faster and faster. His loads, now thoroughly in the realm of normal size ,were no match and weren't even registered by the machine. Since he had lasted the longest, and the machines picked up speed each time Yifei had managed to keep them at bay, the crusher racing toward Yifei's sack was almost a blur across the stage.

Yifei screamed as his cock let out a last-stand cum shot before being quickly destroyed by the crusher which impacted with - and blew apart - his nuts a fraction of a second later. Yifei's ground gonads made a heap on the ground in front of him and his head slumped down, an incongruent grin plastered across his face.