Rock Paper Balls II: Pick A Card

This is a continuation of Rock, Paper, Balls: Straight Roommate Contest published back in 2017.

James had shared a small house with his good friends Hector and Sam for years. It had been a month since an ordinary game of nutball had gone off the rails and turned into a wild train-fuck that resulted in gallons of cum flowing everywhere and Hector's giant Spanish eggs almost being cracked wide open. There was still a large dark patch on one of the couch cushions where Sam's epic load had totally saturated the fabric. It had been quite the evening but just as suddenly as the sexual tension had exploded, it went away.

Literally the next day things had resumed as if nothing unusual at all had happened between James - who was gay - and his ostensively straight roommates. If they talked about that night at all it was just three bros laughing about a game of nutball with no mention of what happened after the game ended. Hector and Sam continued their revolving door of hookups with women even James had to admit were hot and the two gym rats continued their playful teasing of their lustful roommate. They would parade around the house wearing only tight-fitting underwear and chat with James casually, almost daring him not to divert his eye contact to their mounding crotches. 

It was a typical Friday night and the three twenty-somethings were lounging on their couch enjoying some of Hector's signature margaritas and casually chatting over the random Netflix movie playing in the background. The couch was quite small and though there was another armchair in the room, James found himself sandwiched between the two muscular jocks. It was warm so all three of them were wearing baggy shorts and tank tops and Hector's and Sam's thighs were resting against James's. He slyly stole glances of his handsome roommates and admired how their powerful chests were hugged by their too-tight shirts. Yet another example of them teasing him, he thought.

"Is anyone actually watching this?" Hector asked as some kind of space battle scene played out on the television.

Everyone shook their heads no. Hector grinned as he pulled out his phone and swiped to cast his screen to the television. Jame's mouth opened in shock and Sam chuckled at his roommate's exasperation.

"Dude! What the fuck?" James asked in confusion.

Sam and Hector gave each other shit face grins as Sam placed a hand on James's thigh. Meanwhile on the screen was a familiar video from some porn site showing a handsome brunette lad in his underwear standing in the middle of a living room while a tall woman in a dominatrix catsuit and holding a whip continually slammed her leather boot into his crotch. The production value left something to be desired and the man was clearly exaggerating his reactions to the dom's poorly aimed, weak-looking kicks but it got James excited none the less. 

"I'm going to smash your pathetic little nuts," she giggled as her boot collided again with a thud.

The man wailed and dropped to his knees. The clip ended and now it was the same young man, this time tied to a chair with his naked balls trapped in a plexiglass vice. The same leather-clad woman was tightening to screws, flattening his fat nuts as he screamed into his gag.

"Oh, what's the matter? I thought you were a big strong man! You can take it," 

Another turn of the screws and another scream. James sat with his mouth agape as he watched the man's truly beautiful nuts getting flattened. He tore himself away long enough to look at Hector in bewilderment but the adorable Spaniard only giggled before the next video cued up. This time it was a blonde jock who looked a lot like Sam being kicked in the nuts by a line of women one after another.

"You know, you really shouldn't leave your tablet lying around unlocked," James smiled.

"Yeah, and I thought you were gay, dude," Hector teased.

James's heart started thundering in his chest and felt himself getting hot from embarrassment. These were indeed sites he had recently browsed on his tablet in what he thought was the privacy of his own room.  He stood up quickly and turned to face them his face red with embarrassment. 

"Female on male stuff is easier to find and I... well you know, the guy is hot. I don't need to ... I don't need to explain myself to you," James stammered. 

James's embarrassment was quickly turning to indignation. After all, he wasn't the only one with taboo interests. Why should he feel any more embarrassed than Hector who he had walked in watching lesbian porn just a few weeks ago, he thought. 

Sam gave Hector a smirk.

"Is female stuff easier to find? You might want to rethink that statement,"

Hector pointed toward the television and James turned to see a huge muscle jock tied to a bed while another equally studly man in a leather mask pounded his nuts with his fists. The tied jock bellowed in agony and the loud impacts against his eggs made James's cock twitch.

As James watched the hot scene playing on the screen and his nine-inch cock swelled to its full mast, barely contained by his waistband, his indignation turned to annoyed anger. Here it was yet again, his hot unobtainable housemates flaunting sex in front of him for a cheap laugh. He wasn't sure which he wanted to do more, punch them in the balls or make out with them.

He turned to his roommates who were both laughing and pointing at Jame's hard cock like it was just a scene from a slapstick comedy movie.

"You guys are dicks, you know that? I like guys, I get off on ballbusting and sometimes I watch shit with women in it."

Hector and James roared with laughter at their flustered, geekish roommate. James rolled his eyes and went to storm off when he was stopped by Hector reaching out and gently grabbing his wrist.

"James, relax. Relax, dude. We're just teasin' you,"

"Yeah, you two would probably unfriend me if you saw the shit in my porn history," Sam laughed.

Hector batted his eyelashes and gave James's hand a gentle squeeze. James instantly felt his temperature going down as he rolled his eyes and sat back down.  Sam and Hector gave each other odd looks as if non-verbally arguing which of them should speak next. Hector apparently lost.

"Well, when we saw that it kind of got us both thinking maybe it's time for a rematch, you know, from the other time," Hector said.

Sam and Hector stood and faced James with their crotches at his eye level and James could just imagine their big, hanging nuts swinging just behind the fabric. Sam reached into his shorts and pulled his package out so that it was bulging over the waistband and to James's surprise Sam's seven inches was semihard. More interesting for James though were the two massive nuts hanging below it covered in a thin layer of blond fuzz. Hector followed suit and his massive cock slumped lazily over two egg-sized bollocks.  James sat in stunned silence as his eyes darted between the four massive orbs just begging to get pounded flat.  James's cock was visibly pulsing in his lap as his mind replayed the night he had felt Hector's huevos nearly burst in his hands.

"So, um, are you guys serious right now, or are you fucking with me? Because if you think this shit is funny..."

"Yeah, we're serious and by the looks of your browser history you'd be down,"

"Right, see which one of us has balls of steel and which one of us is gonna' be scooped out of the gene pool," Sam laughed as he gave Hector's nuts a swift backhand. 

"So, we found this game online that might be hot to try..." Sam began.

Sam and Hector explained how they had come across a ballbusting game online that they had unsuccessfully tried to talk one of their lady friends to play with them.  The rules were quite simple. One person would play the role of the Nutcracker, in this case James, and the contestants would pick cards from a deck one after another with the face value indicating the number of blows and the suit indicating the type.

Spades were squeezing for the specified number of seconds. Hearts were punches. Diamonds were kicks. And clubs, appropriately, were a mallet strike. James rose his eyebrow at that detail but wasn't about to contest. Rules were rules after all he thought with a smile. The game would end when one of the contestants gave up and the loser would have to let the other players and the Nutcracker unleash their pent up loads all over them. In the example game Hector had read about, the guy was soaked in a bukkake, but with the three of them, the ending might be slightly less messy. Either way, James was guaranteed the opportunity to bust both of their balls - multiple times - and splatter one of their faces with sperm. He secretly wished Hector would lose since he always wanted to splatter his handsome olive-skinned face.  

"This sounds wild you guys," James laughed.

The atmosphere was sophomoric and fun, like their first game, but the sexual tension was at a fever pitch.

"Not gonna' lie, I kinda' liked the old punishment better," James grinned.

Sam put a hand over his backside as James and Hector burst into laughter. 

"Not funny man! It hurt to walk after that," Sam snapped back in feigned annoyance. 

"What happens if we get through the whole deck and no one gives up?"

Hector and Sam looked at each other. They hadn't considered that. There were fifty-two cards in a deck and after the flagrant disregard James had shown toward their future kids the last time, the two assumed the game wouldn't last that long before one of them waved the white flag.

"How about, if we win, we get to paint you,"

Hector ran the back of his index finger along James's cheek.

"More like this!"

Sam placed his entire palm on James's face and made splashing noises with his mouth as he rubbed his roommate's face. After the huge mess Sam had left on the couch after their last romp James was sure the analogy was accurate. The three laughed as Sam went into the kitchen to grab the meat tenderizer mallet. Hector gulped as Sam handed James the heavy metal mallet.

"Dude, you aren't gonna' use the spiked side, right?"

James smiled but didn't answer as he casually beat the head of the mallet into his palm.

Soon the living room had been turned into a makeshift arena with the furniture moved to the periphery making a clearing for the shenanigans that were about to go down and James was ready with his mallet and a freshly shuffled deck of cards. He pulled out the two jokers and was about to offer the fanned out deck to Sam to pick a card and start the game but Hector picked up the discarded cards and placed them back into the deck.

"What do jokers mean,"

"It's a neat twist. I think you'll like it, James,"

Hector explained that instead of Sam and Hector being the only ones picking cards, James would also pick a card between rounds to thin out the deck. Hector and Sam would hope James picked out the joker because if it was still in the deck and was picked by either one of them...

"It's sweet dreams for our kids, bro,"  Hector said with a wink.

James remembered back to how Hector had moaned for James to really fuck up his nuts the last time and he felt his dick getting even harder.

If a joker was pulled, James would have free reign over any pair of nuts he chose for a long as he wanted using any standard tool in his arsenal of kicks, squeezes, punches, or the mallet.

Sam noticed James's excitement at the prospect of going no-holds-barred on his sexy roommates.

"Don't worry, Hector. You didn't want kids anyway!" Sam laughed giving the bulge in Hector's sack a backhand slap.

"Fuck you, glass balls!"

Just before James offered the deck for Sam to pick his first card he decided to go for broke.

"I think you guys should be naked, give me a better view of what I'm working with," 

Hector and Sam shrugged as they peeled out of their clothes. They were both five foot eight, beefy studs with rippling abs and nearly perfect bodies that they honed daily at the gym. James didn't even try to hide his lust as he stared into Sam's riveting blue eyes before turning his attention to Hector's chiseled face that was partially obscured by his thick black hair. Between their thighs swung four of the biggest, fattest nuts James had ever seen and he had blown hundreds of loads thinking about them under a woodworking vice that got flatter and flatter and flatter until... James always explosively came every time the vice would completely close, imagining those overstuffed sacks full of mush. He especially got off thinking about Hector's huge, hanging sack getting pounded until...

"Bro, calm down! The game hasn't even started yet," Sam laughed pointing at the massive tent in Jame's slacks.

"Okay, playtime is over, let's start!"

Sam picked the first card. It was the three of diamonds.

"Spread 'em"

Sam dutifully obliged but just before James took his kick he darted out of the room and returned wearing his sneakers.

"Come on bro, really?"

"What's the matter bubble balls? Afraid they'll pop?"  Hector said laughing at this own stupid joke.

"Fine, they're all yours,"

James didn't spend any time lining up the game's first kick. Instead, he sent his sneaker sailing into Sam's hanging nuts and felt them crunch between his toe and Sam's body.

"Oooh!"

Sam bit his lip but stood upright as James delivered two more devastating kicks, each one followed by an echoing wack. Sam's balls were still bouncing as Hector pulled out the ace of spades.

"Fuck!"

Hector was taken aback at the unmasked malice in James's reaction to pulling such a low numbered card. James was not messing around.

James squatted in front of Hector and took his beefy right nut in his palm giving it a sharp, firm squeeze.

"One... and you're done!" 

Hector winced through the incredibly painful yet short squeeze. It had only been a second, but James's thumb was pressing deep into Hector's nut.

Next James picked a card, the three of spades, before holding the deck out to Sam. He drew the six of hearts and his eyes grew huge.

"Get against the wall, face the wall," 

The maliciousness in James's command was mildly disturbing but Sam obeyed, standing with his legs slightly spread and his chest pressed against the wall. James salvaged at the site of his roommate's hole but the real price was the bloated sack hanging under it.  James squatted down and balled his fist. Sam took a deep breath trying to brace himself but was still totally unprepared for what happened next.

WHAM  WHAM WHAM CRUNCH WHAM THUD

James's fist slammed into Sam's balls like a piston, squashing them between Jame's knuckles and the unyielding wall. The blows were so rapid that the assault was over before Sam had fully registered it had begun. James thoroughly enjoyed feeling Sam's balls warp slightly around his knuckles and got hard as a rock feeling them compress against the wall. Finally, James let Sam slump to the floor as he turned to Hector as Sam nursed his aching sack.

"Fuck dude!" he wheezed.

James wasn't nearly as gym sculpted as his housemates but he was certainly not in bad shape. What he lacked in sheer power he was more than making up for with determination and adrenaline.  Hector drew the king of spades and he instantly felt a pit in his stomach. He faked being unconcerned as he stood with his legs spread wide as James got on his knees. James looked up at his smoking hot roommate and made eye contact before he gently cupped Hector's right nut. James was in the perfect position to give Hector the blowjob of a lifetime and Hector's semihard cock looked like he wouldn't object, but James was on a more important mission.

"Oooh!"

Hector's dark eyes crossed and his knees buckled slightly as James put all of his strength into crushing Hector's mega nut for 13 glorious seconds. As James counted down, he concentrated on the feeling of Hector's nut in his hand. It was incredibly dense and barely yielded its shape until James started pressing his thumb into it halfway through. Hector squealed and James made a mental note: Doesn't like pin-point pressure.

"That's time!" 

James released Hector's nut and the hunky Spaniard clutched his balls and plopped down on the couch. James pulled the queen of hearts out of contention before Sam drew the jack of spades.

"I want you on all fours," James barked.

Sam complied and he looked like an animal waiting to be milked with his massive man-utters hanging between his legs.  James squatted down, took Sam's left nut in his hand and started his eleven-second squeeze. Sam tried not to cry out as the space in James's hand got smaller in smaller. James noted how Sam's nuts seemed much more malleable than Hector's and by the time he withdrew his hand Sam's ball was bright pink.

"Fuck!"  

Sam collapsed onto his stomach and James licked his lips as his toned ass jutted into the air. 

Next was Hector who was unlucky enough to draw the king of hearts.  Sam chuckled as Hector assumed the position against the wall with his legs spread.  James couldn't help but admire the massive dark orbs juxtaposed against the bland white wall as he made a fist and pounded into Hector's bag as hard as he could, leaning into the blow. Hector coughed and screamed out as James methodically landed each blow. They weren't as fast as he had done with Sam giving Hector's nuts a brief reprieve between membrane-cracking blows.  For the last punch, James threw everything he had into the punch and squealed in delight as he felt Hector's nuts suddenly flatten dramatically into the wall. The impact was enough to vibrate a picture frame on the wall and Hector's nuts were pancakes between James's knuckles and the wall.  Hector wailed in agony as he collapsed to his knees and grabbed his balls, fondling them gently to inspect for the damage he thought had been inflicted in the last punch. 

"Don't worry, they're still there for now," James whispered into Hector's ear.

Despite his pain, Hector's cock started to swell up as his roommate's hot breath struck his ear.

James withdrew the king of clubs out of the deck and his roommates openly sighed with relief.  The feeling was short-lived though as Sam drew the ten of clubs and looked at James pleadingly. 

"Du-du-dude. Come on man..." 

Sam stuttered as James picked up the metal meat tenderizer and approached Sam. He ordered Sam to stand with his legs spread, chest against the wall and watched Sam's stuffed ballbag resting against it.  James lined up the smooth end of the mallet against Sam's nuts and laughed.

"Last chance to give up, Sam,"

"Just do it ma...Oooooh!"

Sam's mouth exploded into a cartoonish O shape as James slammed the mallet into his boys. Full force. Even Hector winced at the loud, firm thuds that came after each blow. A picture fell off the wall from the vibration of the mallet striking the wall through Sam's nutsack.  Sam's spuds were hideously flattened ten times and he struggled to even stay upright, clutching at the wall and sobbing as James laid waist to his jewels. By the time James was done, Sam's sack was bright red which made it look even bigger.

"Christ!" 

Sam grabbed his balls and fell to the ground. He was crying and James found himself incredibly turned on as Sam's etched muscles were shown off by his frantic writhing. James had reduced one of his dreamy housemates to tears and the game had hardly started.

"Sam. Man, are you okay," Hector asked helping Sam to the couch.

"He's fine, now pick a card,"

Hector defiantly snatched a card from the deck and shuttered. It was the jack of diamonds, a free pass for his increasingly sadistic roommate to crush his nuts with his shoe eleven times - a prospect that ironically made his cock throb even as his testicles tried frantically to claw their way back into his abdomen.  Sam told Hector to get on all fours so that his hefty bag was swinging low between his legs. With his knees spread wide, Hector was in an absolutely perfect posture to have his brains pounded out and the tent in Jame's shorts made it look like that was exactly what was about to happen. He wondered if Hector would even try to fight back. Sam certainly hadn't.

"Do you give up?" James asked as he took a position between Hector's legs.

"And let that blonde bimbo win? No way, man. Bring it on!"

CRUUUUNCH!

Hector screamed out and collapsed to his stomach after only one kick. James had kicked them so hard that they were flattened into dense meat patties against his body, the force actually lifting him from the ground.  His partially erect cock flopped around as his balls were mauled.

"Fuck... James... "

James knelt down and whispered into Hector's ear as the hunky Spaniard rolled around.

"You know what's gonna' happen eventually if you don't give up. Pop goes the weasel," 

Hector felt his cock fully become engorged at the veiled threat to his manhood. He struggled to get back into position and panted as he steadied himself allowing his nuts to hang down once more. Sam's eyes grew wide as he watched Hector's massive fully hard cock pulsing with each heartbeat and Hector's knees were still a bit wobbly when...

CRUUUUUUNCH

"Holy fuck, dude!" Sam screamed out.

A disturbing, loud crunch echoed through the living room as Hector's back half was again thrust into the air, his huge nuts compressed between James's foot and his body through the entire arch of the kick.  Hector felt a nauseating knot in his stomach and his eyes rolled into his head as the next volley of kicks landed with deadly accuracy.  Hector's swelling nuts bounced wildly and James cackled with lust as he felt them being destroyed underfoot. It was easily the hottest sensation he'd ever had and the more Hector sobbed and screamed the harder Jame's got. The violent string of kicks continued until Sam screamed out.

"James! Stop! That's eleven!"  

James gave Sam a glassy-eyed look as his leg was pulled back to unleash a twelfth kick as he was snapped back into reality. He had been almost in a trance as he looked down at Hector's broad, muscular back as he was kicking his dangling nuts with reckless abandon. He'd lost all track of the count.

Hector let out a throaty scream and collapsed into a heap of muscle. James snickered as he pulled out the three of clubs before handing the deck to Sam.

Sam nervously picked a card and flipped it to reveal the five of spades. Five seconds of devastating squeezing.  

"Dude, you're really trying to wreck us, aren't you?" Sam asked in a near whisper.

James just smiled back as Sam stood with his legs spread wide, expecting James to swoop to his knees. Instead, James stood toe to toe with the sexy blonde and stared deep into Sam's piercing blue eyes. Sam was so fucking hot, James thought, it would be a shame if he wasn't able to pass along his goods looks to a son. James reached down and took one of Sam's prodigious nuts in each hand and squeezed as hard as he could as he counted down the seconds.

Sam's boyishly handsome face became a mask of pain as James dug his thumbs into his balls. Sam tried not to scream, instead, he pleaded with his eyes but James only stared back at him coldly. It became apparent to Sam that James really did not care whether or not Sam or Hector came out of the game whole, but unlike Hector, the prospect filled Sam with fear, and his cock shrank into a nub.

James released them after five seconds and Sam, his eyes still locked on James's slowly fell to his knees.  Hector had barely recovered from his last encounter with Jame's foot and cautiously withdrew a card...

The next several rounds went disappointingly fast for James but seemed to drag on forever for his aching roommates.  They had gone through nearly every spade - and Hector and Sam had the swollen, darkening sacks to prove it. James's hand actually cramped after giving Sam's tender nuggets a nearly nut-popping seven-second squeeze

Jame's had landed a bone-crushing knee style kick on Sam that landed so hard James was surprised the drywall behind them wasn't dented. 

Hector had his nuts pounded by the mallet with one well-aimed, malicious strike and then he immediately had to endure three punches that he thought were going to make him spit up his nuts. Sam endured two punches that floored him one after the other and turned his entire sack purplish-red. James was delighting in the symphony of falsetto and castrato that filled the house to say nothing of the increasingly unhealthy looking state of the four eggs at his mercy. They were all swollen and covered in a colorful array of reds, purples, and nearly black bruises. Sam's nuts felt particularly softer and even Hector's hefty stones were starting to crumble.  But each time James gave them an opportunity to quit, both of them defiantly passed. Hector, despite the devastating pain and truly awful appearance of his nuts, was getting off by having his nuts bashed in and Sam was too cocky to be the first to admit defeat.

James was throbbing hard throughout the entire game and was keeping his cock upright and out of the way by using the elastic of his shorts to hold it in place. His leaking cock head was making quite a gooey stain on his shirt and he was anxious to Hector to finally give up so that he could paint his face with his boiling load. Hector seemed to be the one closest to defeat and was taking longer between sessions before picking a card.

James picked the next card and literally hurled it to the ground in disappointment.

"Fuck!"

Hector and Sam gave each other concerned glances. James had drawn one of the two jokers, taking it out of play and his reaction made it clear he would have preferred Sam or Hector had pulled it.  Next Sam who pulled the four of diamonds.  He stood in the middle of the living room with his legs spread and dared James to do his worst. Which is exactly what he did.

James sent his shoe sailing in a graceful arc that collided with the underside of Sam's sack, compressing it and causing Sam's eyes to bug out. Sam thought he was going to vomit and immediately collapsed to the ground. It took an agonizing forty seconds before the wailing Sam was able to pick himself back up and he stood with wobbling knees as James delivered the next three blows in rapid order. On the last blow, James was sure he felt something in Sam's sack break, and a sickening wet 'pop' reverberated through Sam's head. 

"Holy fuck dude! Holy fuck!" 

Sam collapsed and frantically felt his nuts, convinced once of them had actually cracked. Instead, all he found was a hideous, huge bruise that had erupted just under the surface of his scrotum. The injury looked devastating but his balls, for now, were still technically whole. 

Hector drew the six of diamonds and was on all fours obediently before James even had to ask. Hector's sack was purple from bruising and was swollen to nearly twice its normal size. Its thick walls were starting to cave in and six more ass-raising kicks were not going to bode well for them.

CRUUUUNCH

"Gaaah!"

Hector's abs looked like a washboard as he tensed his abdomen in a desperate attempt to maintain a plank position despite the nauseating pain radiating from this crotch. James noticed that Hector's hefty balls that had started out hard as rocks were folding around the shape of his foot like two large mounds of clay. James stared down at Hector with steely-eyed determination as he gave each kick everything he had, wanting for Hector's balls to flatten and then permanently warp around his shoe, their structural integrity completely gone. Alas, by the sixth kick Hector's balls were still their puffy, round shape.  Hector crawled over to the couch and sat next to Sam.

They sat with their legs spread wide, hands nursing their literally bruised balls, panting and sweating profusely, making their muscles glisten. Their faces were both streaked with tears and Sam looked especially disheveled, his abs permanently tensed from pain.

"What do you say, Sam? Want to just give up and let me hose you down with this?"

James stepped out of his shorts, grabbed his throbbing cock, and pointed it at Sam's face. It was inches away and James wanted to grab the back of Sam's head and force him to take all nine inches down his throat and Sam looked defeated enough to just do it if it spared him any more ball pain. Sam looked up at James - his lip quivering - before putting his head back down.

"James, you're destroying us!" 

"Well, then one of you give up already. Otherwise, I could do this all night long,"

James wasn't kidding. He pulled the eight of spades out of the deck and set it aside before waving the fanned out deck in front of Sam.  Sam winced as he reached out and pulled the ten of hearts.  

"No..."

Sam nearly started crying as he waited for instructions from James. James told him to stand with his back against the wall and place his hands on James's shoulders while James did the same. 

"Do you give up, buddy?"  

Sam swallowed before he spat out "Fuck you!"

Sam genuinely liked James but this malicious sadism was scary. He wondered if the violence James was unleashing on him and Hector was personal - payback for too many missed rent checks or one-too-many teases - or if James was just a ballbusting asshole who would have destroyed any guy he could if he had the chance. 

"James I... Aaaaaaaaaah!"

A sharp pain radiated through James's knee as he pounded it upward into Sam's crotch. The fact that Jame's boney knee was aching from the blow did not bode well for Sam's baby-makers. Sam's gorgeous blue eyes started leaking tears as nine more pelvic bone splitting knees crashed into Sam's cajones pulverizing them into testicle pate, or so it felt. They were definitely much softer and easier to flat and the huge things were pounded almost totally flat with each pile driving knee. Finally, the assault was over and James didn't break eye contact with Sam as he slid down the wall.

As Sam recovered Hector drew the queen of clubs and screamed. The card represented twelve chances for James to split his swollen sack open with the mallet. James grabbed Hector by his sweaty black hair and pulled him to his feet.

"James! Bro, what are you doing!" 

James pulled Hector to the wall and shoved the hunk against it with a loud thud. Hector spread his legs and tried to tense up his body to prepare for the blows as James crouched down holding the meat tenderizer.

"You give up yet?"

"Not before Sam.."

"Very well..."

CRUUUUUUUNCH SPLA--RCUNCH

Hector's eyes bulged out and he cursed something in Spanish in a guttural, gut-wrench baritone. It was such a deep, manly cry it was as if James was pounding the manhood out of him.  James was slamming the spiked end of the mallet full force into Hector's crumbling balls. The wall rattled, Hector's knees started to buckle and small welts matching the tiny spikes of the mallet appeared all over Hector's sack. The big organs bounced around desperately trying to escape but it was no used, every blow was deadly accurate. By the fifth pounding Hector screamed out:

"James! Crush them! Fuck!"

James nearly shot his load as he pulled his arm all the way back and sent the mallet sailing with brutal force.  

"Yes! Fuck... Oooooh!"

Hector was near hysterics but willed himself not to collapse on top of James, grunting and screaming as James finished out his turn.

The last blow turned Hector's right nut nearly black with bruising and Hector thought he was going to pass out as he stumbled back to the couch.  James pulled the eight of diamonds before turning the deck toward Sam.  Sam pulled out the five of hearts and actually sighed in relief that it wasn't a club or a higher number. 

He went to stand against the wall but James wanted to mix it up. He barked at the muscular blonde to stand in the middle of the room with his legs spread and arms behind his back, squatting slightly so that his bruised and battered, heavy sack swung down like a speed bag.  James got on his knees, made two fists and started pounding Sam's sack with alternating fists. Although they weren't getting as damaged by not being slammed into a wall, the firm punches were still sinking quite deep into Sam's scrotum and the crazy amount of bouncing the sack was doing between blows was a hot visual.  

For the last blow, James placed a fist on either side of Sam's junk and sent them crashing toward each other.

SPLAAAAAAAAT

Sam thought he was going to throw up as his testicles were smashed into each other, Jame's fist getting closer and closer. James's eyes lit up as he felt the space between his hands rapidly compressing, Sam's nuts felt like they were cracking! His sack got flatter as the fleshy sex pods were pushed into each other, warping and deforming horribly until they were a dense mound of flattened material that resisted any further deformation. James held the position for a moment soaking in the visual of Sam's huge nuts compressed to less than half their normal size before withdrawing his fists.  Sam let out a wheezing scream as he fell to his knees. James stood up and his raging cock was in front of Sam's lips, without thinking he grabbed the back of Sam's sweaty blonde head and pulled it forward until his cock was just a hair from plunging into Sam's mouth which was open in agony. Sam looked utterly defeated and it took every ounce of willpower not to ram his rod down Sam's throat, looking down as the inexperienced cocksucker was forced to choke and gag on the meaty fuck stick.

James took a deep breath and pushed Sam backward. The hunky stud landed with a thud on his back where he lay whimpering and clutching his balls. He wasn't even trying to make it back to the couch to rest between turns. Sam determined this was the end of the line for him; his balls were screaming red alert and his left pod had basically gone numb. Proving he had the tougher set wasn't worth it anymore. He would see if Hector gave up first on his next draw, and if he didn't, Sam would forfeit. He could only imagine the flood James was going to unleash all over him, though he didn't think Hector would be contributing any of his scrambled baby-batter to the mix. 

James stood over Hector who was sitting on the couch recovering from his last turn and held out the deck. His strong hands were shaking as he reached for the next card in the dwindling deck and his eyes grew wide and his face took on a strange expression James didn't have a word for.

"Oh, James..." Hector's deep voice trailed off.

"What is it? The king of diamonds? I would love to kick your balls up your throat thirteen times,"

James grabbed the card and shuddered, nearly doubling over as a small rope of cum shot out of his cock, landing with a wet splat on Hector's right pec. James closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing, desperately trying hold back cumming as a mini orgasm wracked his body. He was holding a joker card.

Sam was still writhing on the ground, unaware of anything around him, as James grabbed Hector by the hair and pulled him to his feet. Hector and James stood staring at each other naked, both of their cocks hard, for nearly a minute.  James was eying Hector up and down like it was the first time he had ever seen a man before, Hector was fucking perfect. A beautiful, permanently tanned stud with huge balls, a beautiful cock, and a face ripped from an haute couture runway. Combined with his dazzling, if sometimes immature, personality, Hector was fucking perfect, James thought. James debated going down on Hector, eating him out and plowing him or forcing Hector to do the same to him. Hector was such a hot fuck and definitely knew how to use his massive pole. James still jerked off thinking about the time Hector had rammed every thick inch of his cock into him from behind. James's thoughts were swirling; then he remembered he was still holding the joker card.

"I... I want you to um, against the wall. Get against the wall!"  James was stammering he was so excited.

Hector nodded stood against the wall with his ass facing out. James stood behind him, his penis head touching Hector's tight ass and he nearly blew his load again. 

"No, no. Turn around," 

James ran to the television and yanked the power cord from it and the video game consoles out of the socket. The massive LED panel teetered precariously but James didn't care. They didn't have rope so this would have to do.  He grabbed Hector and spun him partially around so that he could use the chords to tie his wrists together behind his back. They did a remarkable job of making a sturdy knot and James's slammed Hector's beefy body against the wall. The two stood looking into each other's eyes.

"Fuck yeah, James..."

"I'm gonna' fucking crush 'em this time. Finish what I started,"

Hector's cock jumped as James picked up the mallet and crouched in front of Hector's bulging sack.

"Yeah man fuckin' crush it!"

CRUUU-NN-CH

James slammed the mallet over and over into Hector's ball bag, flattening them dangerously as they were crushed into the wall. Hector screamed and moaned but kept his legs wide as his roommate sterilized him.

CRUNCH

"Oh! Hurt me, James! Fuckin' yea- Ooooh!"

Gory wet popping and crunching sounds were coming from Hector's nuts as they slowly started to lose the battle with the mallet. James was sweating from exertion and his cock stayed rock hard as he pounded Hector's bag over and over. Hector was gurgling and moaning, not really screaming, as a membrane snapped in his bag. Then another.

"Oooooh!"

James knew if he didn't stop soon Hector's eggs would be history but that realization only made him more determined. This was literally a dream coming true. 

"Oh yeah, you want it..." 

CRR-UU-NCH

Hector let out a loud noise between a scream and an affirmative grunt.

"You want me to fucking pop it don't you?"

Jame's was pounding the mallet into Hector's screaming left nut focusing exclusively on splitting the massive fruit wide open.  

"Ooooooh!" 

Hector was moaning and screaming, James was panting, there were echoing splats and Sam was still rolling on his back whimpering. He was curious about what was happening but was too punchdrunk to engage. The house sounded like the set of a porno mixed with a slasher flick.

"Aaaeee!"  

Hector let out a girlish squeal as James slammed the mallet one more time into his cracking left nut. It compressed to an unhealthy fraction of its size and was much slower to plump back up. James opened his jaw as wide as it would go and went down on Hector's throbbing cock in one go. Ten inches of cock disappeared effortlessly down James's throat and he looked up at his hot roommate as he pulled his fist back and sent it slamming into Hector's marked nut.  Hector moaned and screamed, delirious with pain and pleasure and panic. His testicle was actually starting to fracture. It had already been damaged, but still salvageable, but James wasn't stopping.

"Fuck! James! Ooooooooh!"

Hector was barely getting out words as he struggled to stay upright against the wall as James slammed his fist into Hector's sack in rhythm to his sucking.  James used his free hand to stroke his own cock which felt like it was going to explode at any minute. Meanwhile, Sam was slowly getting to his feet and looked on in horror at what was happening. He saw the joker card at Hector's feet and instantly knew what was happening.

"Hector! James! What the fuck are you doing?"

CRUU-BLOO-SSH

James shuddered as he felt Hector's bloated, huge nut flatten and deform before suddenly compressing nearly flat. And it stayed that way. Hector's beefy left nut had finally exploded in his bag.  Hector let out a deep scream that seemed to rattle the windows and blacked out even as his cock flooded Jame's mouth. James slurped and sucked as hard as he could but a gusher of cum still dripped down his chin. James let Hector's limp body slide down the wall and he landed on his butt. James pulled Hector's legs out to make a V along the floor and the passed out hunk's torso slumped forward slightly.

"Fuck dude! Holy fuck!"

Sam looked down at the half de-sexed Spaniard sitting against the wall totally vulnerable to whatever James was going to do.  James stood between Hector's legs and tapped his foot against the floor. Sam screamed out too paralyzed with shock to do anything else. James's toe collided over and over with Hector's half-deflated bag and his right nut - by virtue of being the biggest object in his sack - took the brunt of the kicks.  James reached out and held the wall for support and he let out a volley of kicks into his passed out housemate's jewels. 

"James, stop! James!"

Hector's right nut fractured in the bag and James could clearly feel the orb's collapse through his shoe. His right ball now had a permanent indentation.  James lifted his leg and stomped dead center on Hector's sack. It ballooned under the pressure. He stomped again and the sack ballooned and flattened out more and more until...

SPLAO-OOOOCRUUNSH

"FUUUUUUUCK!"

James's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he unleashed a flood of cum so voluminous and thick that there were audible splats as rope after rope festooned Hector's face, his chest, his abs and all over his ruined balls. Sam stood by stunned as James unloaded on Hector for nearly a minute. By the end of it, Hector looked like he had been at the center of a bukkake with James still standing on his flattened sack.  James went to lift his foot but lost his balance and instead ended up jamming his shoe even closer to the floor.

SPLITCH

A relatively firm chunk in Hector's sack exploded, filling his sack with meat sauce.

The destroyed testicles didn't stand a chance and terminal popping and crunching signaled the absolute end of Hector's big eggs.  The space between James's foot and the floor was barely more than half an inch, entirely too flat for Hector's balls to have survived even if they had not been tenderized first.

James turned toward Sam and the two just stared at each other for several surreal seconds. James was starting to come out of his lust induced high and was beginning to absorb the gravity of the situation. Sam legitimately looked scared of him.

"I guess this means you win," 

James said coyly.