The Super Bet: Part 3

A continuation of The Super Bet: Part 2

The basement of the Tau Omega Chi house was a riot of cheering and cat calling as the group of frat boys surrounded the still trussed studly pledges.  Mark and Vance's model like bodies were dripping with sweat adding to the smell of male lust and hormones that created an almost palpable, intoxicating cloud among the assembled throng.  Several more rounds of the young men's twisted interpretation of stress relief had passed and the clock was inching closer to midnight which Lyle had declared would mark the end of the game.

During one turn Ryan had melted a good amount of candle wax onto Mark's battered sack then punched and squeezed it until every drop of wax had broken off.   Pip had used his turns to violently violate both of the pledges with the over-sized dildo before pulling it out and using it to bat their balls with it.

Trevor had taken the pliers to Mark's rapidly swelling right nut and tried his hardest to break whatever rigging Alan had done to them that was stopping them from closing completely, unfortunately he failed every time before Lyle yelled time.

Meanwhile, after Kent had slammed the bat so hard into Vance's sack that the resounding smack temporarily stunned several of the watching young men into silence, Monty reflexively clutched his own balls.

"That absolutely had to hurt! Fucking brutal!" he shouted in approval.

Trevor kept with the tried and true mallet during his multiple turns, focusing his attention mainly on Vance's ridiculously swollen, sagging right nut.  He would make a ring around the base of it with one hand causing it to balloon outward, then slam the mallet into it with the other resulting in horrific visceral crunching with every blow.

Tall long distance runner Parker used his toned legs to brilliant effect, alternating his turns between Mark and Vance delivering kick after family-tree-trimming kick.  A particularly brutal kick to Vance's nut sack left a testicle-sized lump in Vance's throat and a toe-sized purple welt on his bean bag.  Punches, kicks, knees, pliers and bats all rained down on Mark and Vance's swollen manhood with reckless abandon but as the night went on Mark found himself less and less the center of attention as the taller and more amply hung Vance became the primary target.

The permanent welt Parker had kicked onto Vance's bag acted as a macabre target with each subsequent player seeing if they could add to the Easter egg like menagerie of purples, red and blacks that decorated Vance's ambushed equipment.

"These puppies look pretty fucked up," Cedric joked as he grabbed Vance's heavy bag in his hand.

His brother Winston and the rest of the boys chuckled as Cedric gently bounced the hefty organs in his hands, amazed at their sheer size and bemused by the display of color that contrasted starkly with the rest of Vance's body.

"This thing is like squeezing a lemon,"

Cedric didn't break eye contact with Vance as his gentle probing became a devastating squeeze. The hot pledge's eyes cross and Cedric felt his jeans tighten after he felt his thumb press deep into Vance's right nut.  Cedric's biceps bulged and his boyishly handsome face was etched in concentration as he continued to squeeze egged on by the cheers and chants around him.

"That's it! Fucking pop that sucker!"

"Holy fuck! He's actually gonna' do it!"

Funny high pitch squeals came from Vance as his taught body writhed desperately under the assault but Cedric kept squeezing concentrating just on Vance's right nut which was being compressed into less and less space.

"Crack it, dude!" Pip screamed out as he stroked his cock through his jeans.

Indeed several of the horny young men were sporting obvious bulges in their jeans and some like Pip were starting to leak, rubbing their crotches while they waited for their own turns at Vance.

"That's time!" Lyle shouted, sending Cedric back into the queue to cheers as Axel walked up to Vance.

Despite his musculature being much more defined, Vance seemed to shrink in Axel's hulking presence and nearly fainted when he saw was holding the pliers again.  Axel gingerly ensnared Vance's huge right nut in the pliers and squeezed slightly.

"Who wants me to finally crack this nut?"

There was a hoot from the crowd.

"I said, who wants me to finally fucking crack this fucking huge nut?"

The distinctive high pitched ting of a metal pin hitting the floor could be heard even over the commotion and cheers.  Axel had removed the pin which had been rigged into the gears that had - until now - stopped the tool from being able to close completely.  A rush of realization swept over the watching boys like a wave and Pip and Tom shuddered where they stood, their jeans flooding with cum.  Connor made sure to zoom in especially tight on Vance's nuts while Alan focused on his panic stricken face.

"Mmph! Mmmph! Pwppph! Pwppph!"

"Fuck yeah!"  Axel shouted as he felt half of Vance's manhood instantly compress dangerously flat inside the jaws of the pliers.

Nut meat bulged around and over the relatively small section of Vance's nut that was being compressed by the jaws which were rapidly closing.  It was clear Axel wasn't going to make a grand production out of what was about to happen.

"Mmmph! Mmmgpht!"

Vance shook his head violently and every ridge of his washboard abs flexed as Axel effortlessly crushed his nut.  The middle of Vance's nut was being compressed flatter and flatter, Lyle debated calling time but was himself caught up in the spectacle and his grey eyes glinted evilly as...

SPLOTCH

The jaws of the pliers touched separated only by a flap of skin.  Vance's porn sized nut had flattened permanently in the middle under the pliers as if some mischievous child had stuck their thumb into a ball of dough on a counter.  Axel slowly opened the pliers and stepped away giving the watching crowd a clear view of Vance's half-destroyed, rapidly swelling nut.

Vance screamed and blacked out.  Mark looked on in horror as Tom drove the bat into Vance's defenseless heavy balls eliciting sick wet splats almost in rhythm to the chanting.

"Knock them out of the park, dude!"

"Do him next!"

Monty was frantically pointing at Mark's relatively untouched equipment and Axel smiled broadly.

"Nmmmph!"

Axel took Mark's left nut into the jaws of the pliers and began to squeeze.

Meanwhile Tyler had picked up the mallet and he and Tom alternated laying waste to Vance's balls.  Vance's head seemed to roll slightly in a subconscious response to feeling his right nut totally cave under the abuse.

"Pop! Pop! Pop!"  Pip lead a chant as Axel made quick work of Mark's family tree.

"Dude that's gonna' make a mess!"  someone called out as Mark's fat nut became impossibly flattened, looking like it would actually burst like a balloon.

Mark's eyes grew huge as he felt his nut burst in his sack under the crushing force of the pliers' jaws.  Axel opened the pliers fully, the broken nut still in his sites, then closed the pliers completely.

SPLOTCH!

WHACK! WHACK! CRUNCH!

It was clear that the 'rules' of the game were no longer being followed as multiple young men worked both Vance and Mark at the same time.  Vance's huge, hanging balls made for a target that was just too tempting and what was left of his mega size nuts was quickly pulverized in the bag.

Mark didn't fare much better.

While Pip rammed Mark's tight hole with the un-lubed dildo, causing his massive erection to uncontrollably jut away from this muscled crotch, Parker delivered the final blow to his sack with a mallet.  Parker, who had trapped Mark's large balls in one hand and was pounding away with the other, could feel the instant when Mark's right nut flattened into a thick meat patty against his palm... then just collapsed as Parker felt the head of the mallet against his hand and what was left of Mark's sex organ.  The fat testis that had been there just moments before had exploded so completely it was as if it had simply ceased to exist. All of Mark's kids were now swimming freely in the ocean of shattered testicles that filled his sack.

The frat boys stepped away from the still trussed pledges and gave each other back-pats and high fives as if they had just participated in nothing more extraordinary than a friendly volleyball game.
Lyle, observing the rapid swelling of what was left of Mark and Vance's testicles, calmly asked the group "Whose got Dr. Paulson's number?"

"Wait a minute! We still have two more pledges!" Pip shouted pointing toward Connor and Alan, his eyes fixated especially on Alan's pendulous sack.

"Grab 'em!"

Alan and Connor made a panicked dash toward the basement steps before being quickly overpowered by the ravenous crowd.

To be continued...