Spring Charity Ball(s)

Hey Guys!: This story contains explicit depictions of a consensual encounter turning more brutal than the bustee wanted which can be uncomfortable for some. Reader discretion advised.

This story is adapted by one written by Yagov Sangria.

I waited patiently as my helpers finished getting the naked young jock situated for the day's events. His name was Lenny, an athletic black-haired stud, barely in his twenties, whose countless hours at the gym had paid off handsomely. He was average height with well-defined, large muscles that were glistening in the unusually warm spring heat. Lenny's arms were tied behind his back, securing him to a wooden beam in the middle of the large pole barn.

There was a clanging of metal as stiff shackles were placed around his ankles, preventing him from closing his legs and hiding his enormous, heavy ball bag and fat cock. Another helper carefully positioned a well-lubed, ridiculously fat dildo that was attached to a pole right under Lenny's asshole, barely touching it, so that if Lenny barely slunk down the pole, he would be instantly - and violently - impaled. In short, if Lenny tried to bend his knees during the festivities he would quite literally fuck himself. I chuckled at the devious setup. Lenny smiled back being sure to stay perfectly upright as he felt the dildo barely poking his hole. 

A few rows of chairs had been set in a semi-circle around him though I was sure most of the day's participants would opt for a standing view. Next to Lenny was a small table with pales full of metal balls ranging in size with a handwritten sign with dollar amounts next to each. The smallest was only valued for a few dollars with the largest, heaviest ones priced at over one hundred dollars each. Bruce, one of my assistants for the day, was standing behind the table with a cash box ready for the fun to start.  

What a grin he has, I thought to myself as the handsome lad looked around at the activity around him. I would have thought someone trussed up like that would have at least been grimacing in anticipation, but Lenny seemed to be actually enjoying the attention his ripped body and pornographically huge equipment were garnering from my stage helpers as they got everything set up. This was the Spring Charity Ball, where men could raise as much money for a charity - or themselves - as their testicular fortitude would allow.

“All set,” 

Jack smiled at himself as he clamped a heavy metal ring around Lenny’s bull nuts, causing his balls to bulge outward and preventing them from being able to hide back inside his body. After giving the ring a tug to make sure it was tight, Jack hooked a small length of chain to the ball ring and attached a metal bucket to the other end. Lenny winced at the sudden tugged on his boys as Jack released the bucket but was mindful to keep his knees locked lest he end up sitting on the massive dildo that was waiting to invade his insides. As I helped Jack and the others set up for the other events scheduled, I kept looking back at Lenny and his massive balls and thought, he’s in for a world of hurt!

Shortly after noon, the first wave of guests filed into the barn. It was a small group, myself, Jack, my friend Reggie and a few well-dressed office types who looked like they were literally on their lunch break from some fancy office off the interstate. We were all middle-aged, not nearly as muscular as the star of the show, but none of us were particularly frail. Not like that mattered for this first round.

I walked up to Bruce, handed him a wad of cash, and picked up one of the medium-sized balls from the table. It felt much heavier in my hands than its small size suggested. I grinned. Behind me, a line had formed with men pulling out cash and credit cards which Bruce gladly accepted with a mobile app.

There had been a line painted a few feet away from Lenny where everyone had to stand to toss their weight toward the bucket. Mine landed perfectly yet Lenny barely flinched. It was quickly followed by several more until the bottom of the bucket was hidden by a layer of weights of various sizes and every guy had gone back into the line to buy more.

"C'mon guys! Use more weights! The pail is still too light." Lenny growled seductively.

I couldn’t believe the young buck was actually laughing as the bucket slowly lowered, tugging at his fat balls. Taking him up on his dare, I handed Bruce my credit card and told him to keep the tab running, as I picked up two of the heaviest weights. The metal balls were barely larger than billiard balls but felt like they were made of solid gold! They were so much heavier than they looked that my brain was actually confused by the disconnect between the small object I was seeing and the feeling of such heavy weight.

Myself, Reggie, Jack, and several of the businessmen tossed in our weights where they landed with metallic clanking and forced the bucket to lower slightly. Some of the balls missed, but most landed right on target, causing the bucket to slowly lower. Lenny’s balls were already low hangers, but they were starting to get quite stretched by the bucket and the ever-growing weight stacked within. Some of the men watching were cheering us on, rubbing the bulges in their slacks as they watched Lenny’s slow un-manning, anxiously waiting to see how much more the college jock could take.  In order to avoid the fun being over too quickly, Bruce enforced a strict time limit between a guy’s toss attempts, but no one was deterred. Instead, everyone waited the several minutes between their turns to admire the hunk’s increasingly stretched nutsack and tensing muscles on full display.

Shit! I thought gleefully. By now virtually all the weights being thrown were landing and those that didn’t were quickly followed by flawlessly aimed throws.

The bucket was nearly a quarter full and when I glanced at the table I noticed most of the heaviest weights were gone. His nuts had to be hurting something fierce!

CLANK

CLANK

There it is! I saw Lenny biting his lower lip and could see his knees starting to shake as he fought the urge to squat to take some of the weight off his sack. The others noticed too, and soon multiple eyes were fixated on Lenny’s ass, knowing any moment it was about to be ravaged by the giant dildo.

Uh huh! He's startin' to break, I thought.

“Strep right up! Step right up!” I encouraged the watching men.

By now Bruce had written new prices, multiple times higher, on the price tags but everyone gladly paid. We have to keep piling them suckers into the pail, I cheered.

Aha! Now the pain was starting to show his adorable face. He couldn’t flex his knees to lower the pail because the dildo, which was already kissing his ass, would plow into him. He ain't going nowhere.

CLANK. CLANK. CLANK.

By now we had implemented an even longer period between individual turns but the pace of the weight increase hardly stopped. His massive nuts were stretched more than twice their usual hang and I had to say I was impressed. Those huge suckers were carrying a lot of weight and the bucket was barely half full.

Lenny started grunting and breathing heavily, causing his powerful torso to heave, but he wasn’t asking us to stop. We purposefully kept our volunteers ungagged so that the minute things got too deep, they could call out the safe word, collect their money, and limp home battered but otherwise intact. 

The skin on his sack was stretched so far that his balls were bulging at the bottom of his sack and his scrotum was getting thinner and thinner. Lenny’s nuts were blood red and looked like they were going to pop out of the bottom of his sack!

CLANK

The prices rose again and the men gladly paid, now focusing entirely on the extremely expensive heaviest weights.  The jock was groaning and moaning and finally, his knees buckled slightly.

“Fuck!”

He let out a throaty moan as he sank and the dildo invaded his ass. First one inch, then two. He sank more and more and the massive dildo practically destroyed his hole as more weights were tossed into the bucket. I chuckled. He was being fucked for no benefit because the weight on his stretched sack was still the same, it didn’t matter if he was a few inches closer to the ground. Nevertheless, I was enjoying watching the young man being slowly impaled as his nuts were screaming in his sack.

CLANK

Several of the heaviest weights landed one after another into the pail. Lenny was really starting to squirm and I nodded in approval. More weights had his beautiful dark eyes really starting to pop out of his head, but through it all, he was grinning - impressed by his own fortitude and drunk with hubris. 

“More!” he roared between deep moans and grunts.

My audience was happy to oblige. Suddenly Lenny let out a piercing scream as his balls were pulled even further toward the ground and his knees were quivering, trying to avoid sinking any further as the dildo rammed into him. He started to right himself, relieving the pressure on his hole but quickly sank again. I laughed. The kid was literally fucking himself.

That’s when Harry, one of my more aggressive helpers, walked up to him, grabbed him by his matted black hair, and stared him down.

“Had enough, asshole?”

Everyone hovered near. Lenny had already racked in quite a bit of cash and his balls had taken more abuse than most expected. I expected him to say ‘stop’ or ‘no more’. Instead, he grunted and smiled at Harry who smiled back maliciously and stepped aside. Several more weights landed, the bucket was nearly full and Lenny’s nuts suddenly sank much, much lower. It was as if something had actually snapped in his sack.  

He screamed in agony and pleaded for us to stop. But through his babbling, I didn’t hear the safe word, so I instructed my paying customers to continue their fun. Lenny’s eyes bugged out as more and more weight was added until suddenly Lenny threw his head back and let out a guttural, agonized scream and his knees gave out.

I looked at him wide-eyed. Nearly a foot of the dildo slammed into his ass and Lenny screamed out as he tried to brace himself from falling further. The bottom of the bucket was nearly touching the ground and it was clear that if Lenny kept falling his jock manhole would be destroyed. Not wanting the fun to end too quickly, I instructed Harry to grab the bucket to take the pressure off Lenny’s purple, stretched ball bag. 

Lenny sighed and slowly started to right himself, and he was actually moaning in pleasure as the toy slowly withdrew from his ass. The watching group cheered as Bruce read off the amount of money Lenny had raised after only a single round. Lenny, exhausted and racked with pain, smiled but it was quickly replaced with a scream as Harry - being the asshole that he is - let the bucket drop from his hands. Lenny’s screaming nuts were instantly tugged with the full force of the bucket which was an entirely different experience than having weights gradually applied. 

“Oooh! Fuck!”

Lenny screamed and his body writhed as Harry finally unhooked the bucket from the ring around Lenny’s balls. The bucket landed with an extremely loud thud, a testament to how much weight Lenny’s bull nuts had actually been carrying. That was the end of round one. Lenny knew he could take his winnings and run and I walked up to him grinning.

“Not bad for a start, but this was just the beginning. This afternoon we’re having the real high rollers come in,” I whispered into his ear.

Lenny’s cock which had been flaccid the whole time actually started to swell up with excitement. Needless to say, I was impressed. 

“Bring it on!” he snarled back.

Jack and Bruce helped Lenny off from the pillar and several guys congratulated him and gave him high fives before leaving. Lenny sat with an ice pack on his swollen, sore balls waiting for the second wave of the audience to arrive. Unlike the first group, the guys coming for round two had to pay a significant entry fee just to attend, to say nothing for the ala carte pricing to take turns on Lenny’s jock nuts once the games resume.

Although it had taken myself, Bruce, Jack, and Harry a bit to get the stage set for the next round, for Lenny the time seemed to fly by. I guess he wanted even more time to nurse his oysters. Too bad for him.

Harry ushered in the waiting men. They were big, flush with cash and ready to pay, and Lenny was laid on his back on a low table ready for his ‘treatment’ to raise even more money. His legs were spread out, tied of course, and his neck was just at the edge of the table so that his head could hang down a bit over the side. Lenny’s strong arms were pulled behind his torso and secured to the table so that he was splayed out like the Vitruvian Man. The crowd hungrily eyed his sculpted body and were all particularly turned on by his red, huge balls resting on the table between his legs. They were some of the biggest to ever be volunteered and several of the men nodded approvingly at the selection as their sick minds raced with all the naughty things they wanted to do to this bound muscle hunk. As everyone got settled, Reggie pulled his thick hard cock out of his jeans and hovered it over Lenny’s mouth and much to the delight of the crowd Lenny stuck out his tongue trying desperately to catch it with his lips. 

I scanned the crowd, mostly regulars, mostly skewed younger. Business managers, lawyers, guys who wear ties to work. Not to say that they were wimps. Far from it. They were all pretty well built and ready to play. Without ado, I announced round two’s commencement and was met with thunderous applause.

Harry was starting them out with what we considered the light stuff. For a fee they each could take turns using a cattle prod to zap Lenny’s rocks three times. It had a built-in kill switch after five seconds, so the worst the jock could get would be a total of fifteen seconds worth of shock with a small reprieve in between jolts. Though I was sure each burst of electricity was going to feel like an eternity. Three guys offered to pony up the somewhat high cost of this round, most no doubt saving their cash for the rest of the show. 

The first guy was a handsome gentleman in a white shirt and tie who looked to be around Lenny’s age. I had seen him before and wasn’t surprised that he’d be first in line at any price. As he walked by me to reach for the cattle prod, I caught a whiff of his cologne. He even smelled rich!

The sadistic businessman immediately plunged prod toward Lenny’s nuts, causing the big eggs to quiver and bounce as bolts of electricity fried his plumbing.

“Aaaah!” 

Lenny thrashed around the table screaming, showing off every ripple of his young body as the businessman finished up his turns. Lenny’s balls had turned an even angrier shade of red and were literally still squirming from the first jolt before the next guy was handed the prod. He was a young blonde who gave the first player a high five as he took the charged prod in his hand and waved it over Lenny’s balls.

Lenny lifted his head up and looked over his body toward his balls and managed to get out a labored grin. I couldn’t believe the balls of this kid - literally and figuratively!

The blonde scold and jammed the cattle prod so hard into Lenny’s nut sack Lenny wasn’t sure which hurt more; the blunt force of the impact or the sizzling of electricity. The crowd and I hooted as Lenny’s boys were thoroughly shocked eliciting humorous, girlish squeals from the bound jock.

Next up was another regular, a middle-aged muscular dude who looked like he could have destroyed Lenny’s family tree with his bare hands, let alone with a highly charged metal rod. He gripped the rod and powered it up, his face blank as he slowly lowered it toward Lenny’s steaming pods. The anticipation was killing Lenny as he looked down waiting for the slow-moving rod to finally make contact with his nuts...

“Oh fuck! Fuck!”  Lenny shouted and thrashed around.

The man did this two more times, making Lenny wait an agonizing time between shocks, before handing the rod back to Harry. Lenny’s chest was heaving up and down and his smooth sack looked like it had gone a few rounds as a speed bag in a boxing gym, but the stud was grunting and egging us on, eager to keep the cash flowing. I eyed Lenny’s fat, oblong nuts anxious to see how much more they could take.

Harry pulls out his phone and instructs the men to pull out the raffle tickets they’d been handed at the door. He tapped a button on the phone and announced that the lucky number was fourteen.

There was an excited shout as a burly man held up his ticket and approached Harry to claim his prize.  Harry adjusted some knobs on the cattle prod’s control box before handing the prods to the man and Bruce hands the guy a pair of dice. Everyone knew this was one of our special ‘bonus rounds’ where the normal rules - including safe words - were suspended for however many seconds were rolled on the dice.

The big man was so excited he nearly dropped the dice before tossing them onto the table where they bounced off Lenny’s reddened nuts. It was twelve.  He smiled as he held the prods in his hands and Harry energized them. The machine hummed; Harry had turned up the juice to nearly maximum and inactivated the safety switch. It would shock and fry until they were removed... in twelve seconds.

The crowd started to count down as he proceeded to press the prods deep into Lenny’s balls, causing the fat orbs to flatten and dimple at the same time they were being utterly roasted.

“Twelve....”

Lenny’s eyes grew huge - he clearly was not prepared for the increase in voltage - and he actually started drooling on himself and shaking his head so violently it looked like his neck might snap.

“Eleven...”

His balls were getting flatter and turning a nasty shade of purplish-red as electricity coarse through every fiber and membrane inside his sack. 

“Ten...”

Lenny was becoming hysterical as his balls became his entire world.

“Nine..”

I swore I could smell cooking meat, though it was probably just my mind playing tricks on me.

“Eight...”

Several of the watching men were openly rubbing their cocks through the pants salivating at the sight of the utter destruction of Lenny’s lineage.

“Seven...”

Every muscle in Lenny’s body tensed so much that he looked like a living Adonis statue. It was quite a sight! This adorable, hunky college guy having his sex life snuffed out by the dual assaults of electricity and pressure.

“Six...”

Lenny screamed and sobbed. I swore I heard him try to get out the safe word, but couldn’t be entirely sure. Or maybe I was and was just enjoying the show too much to care.

“Five...”

The sexecution was nearly over but to Lenny we might as well strapped those prods on his nuts years ago since that’s probably how long it felt to him. 

“Four...”

The burly guy unleashing the cattle prod was pressing so hard that the girthy nuts underneath were turned into dense, thick patties resisting any further deformation and literally on the cusp of bursting. This was a big man and he was putting every ounce of his strength - and his weight into the action.

“Three...”

Lenny was hoarse from screaming but was still thrashing violently. I glanced at Jack and Reggie making sure they were in a position to react should Lenny actually succeed in rocking the heavy table over.

“Two...”

The stud’s testicles were on the cusp of breaking just under the pressure being pushed down on them. Lenny howled as he felt a slight popping sensation come from his right nut.

“One!”

Lenny’s body went limp as the man pulled the prods away at exactly twelve seconds. The men watching cheered and scooted closer to inspect the results. Even I winced when I saw Lenny’s fat, burgundy sack slowly plump back into shape. They looked like they were swollen twice their size so looked especially huge.  I walked up and took one of his nuts in each hand, giving them a rough squeeze as I rolled them under my thumb. Everything was fine. Some broken surface blood vessels left nasty welts and bruises - and the sudden ‘popping’ sensations as they were forming surely gave the young man a freight - but nothing was permanently damaged, at least not yet. I ignored Lenny as he writhed and screamed for me to let go of his balls and I looked at him with clearly fake empathy.

“Just have to make sure we didn’t break anything before the next round.”

Lenny’s chest heaved and he looked at me in dazed confusion.

“You know when we get into the real heavy stuff.”

I gave Lenny’s right nut a devastating squeeze and the handsome stud briefly blacked out. I released his balls and walked over to give him a quick slap in the face. He stirred back to life as Bruce walked over holding a calculator. Lenny’s eyes bulged and his pain-wracked face lit up in a goofy smile as he found out just how much money he had already collected. I told him be could collect and run now, or stick around for I liked to call the Hell Session. I could see the gears of his young mind turning before he responded.

“Hell yes!”

--

Lenny was remarkably calm as we led him back to the pillar where the fun had all started. Several of the watching men filed out, unable to afford even the ‘donation’ to stay and watch. The second round had been somewhat short but the audience was willing to pay up for the chance to soak in the visual to fuel their mental spank-banks. Now it was on to the heaviest fun of the evening. 

To streamline the process, Bruce was selling tokens for the various games upfront. That way guys didn’t have to interrupt the flow to take a turn on Lenny’s battered nuts, just hand over their prepaid tokens. Jack and Harry were trussing Lenny to the pole like before - sans dildo. Instead, we used thick leather straps across his broad torso to hold him tightly to the pole. He couldn’t slouch if he tried. And to make the next game more fun, we stretched his legs out wide and tied his feet to concrete blocks, forcing his muscular thighs wide open and letting his danglers waft in the open air. 

“We’ve reached red level, folks!” Bruce called out. 

The handful of guys who remained whooped in delight. Lenny seemed confused and I just grinned at him mischievously. Lenny didn’t realize it but ‘red level’ meant that the proceeds had gotten so high that the safe word Lenny could use to stop no longer applied. I glanced over at Bruce who was taking a huge bundle of cash from the handsome tie-wearing gentleman from earlier who had been the first to fry Lenny’s eggs. The man, who I later found out was named Walter, gave me a cheeky grin as we proceeded to start the next game.

Lenny screamed bloody murder as Harry walked in holding a rifle pointed at his chest. 

“What the fuck! No!”

Lenny attempted to break free which only caused his balls to bounce and all of us to laugh. Of course, it wasn’t an actual rifle, it was an air rifle that shot bursts of compressed air at a target. Lenny realized it too after his initial hysteria died down though he was hardly relaxed.

Four of us paid our tokens, with the others opting to just watch, and lined up at a marking a few feet from Lenny. According to the manufacturer, this was just short of the distance where ‘serious injury to unprotected persons could result’. Lenny didn’t realize the significance of the distance but Harry and I did and we nodded at each other.

The first player took the rifle and stood at the line. He took careful aim as Lenny tensed up in anticipation.

KA-POW!

Even I was startled at the loud echoing sound.  

“Oooowww!”  Lenny let out a hideous screech as his balls were pummeled by the powerful blast of air.

“Nice shot!” 

The next gentleman took the rifle and his sweaty finger lingered over the trigger for a moment before firing.  Lenny grimaced and screamed as his ball sack bounced wildly. They were still bouncing by the time the third shot struck his shattering baby-makers.

Lenny was sobbing and writing but that only succeeded in making his bouncing nuts even more of a target. I took a steady aim...

BOOM! BOOM!

I pulled the trigger once. Then once again on ‘accident’ and his nuts were pummeled, bouncing like something from a cartoon. They really did look like they were going to be blown clean off. Lenny’s body was glistening with sweat and the sight of his muscles and his big, dangling nuts was enough to make the tie-wearing gentleman hand Bruce some tokens and take the rifle. 

He smiled coldly as he fired.

BOOM!

Lenny screamed as his balls were knocked backward.

BOOM!

The hung stud’s eyes nearly came out of his sockets.

BOOM!

A large welt erupted across Lenny’s already bruised left nut.

Walter whispered something to Bruce who nodded in agreement. As we lined up to take our next round I realized that everyone had taken several steps closer. The barrel was just inches from Lenny’s dangling nuts and the stud screamed and begged.

“No! Stop! That’s too fucking close you’re gonna...”

“We’re gonna what? Crack your eggs open? I like to get what I pay for,” Walter hissed.

He grabbed the gun and pointed it at Lenny’s balls, not like there was much need to aim at this distance. Lenny begged and tried to escape, causing his balls to bounce so wildly that they actually touched the barrel a few times.

BOOOOM!

“Aaaaaah!”

Lenny’s testicles were nearly blown apart and there were still four more of us left.  The next four shots were equally devastating and Lenny’s balls were being pelted by the force of four powerful punches so violent that the resulting swinging of his sack was itself painful. Ironically, Lenny’s balls were so large and heavy that their own weight was causing tremendous pain as they bounced around. Lenny looked like he was going to be sick.

Harry walked up and examined his big door-knockers, declaring them to feel fine despite their swollen, bruised and discolored appearance. Lenny squirmed as Harry took the rifle and handed each guy a heavy wooden paddle.

“You guys! I think I’ve had enough...”

“Nonsense, these gentlemen paid for an experience.” 

I shouted as Reggie crouched down between Lenny’s legs.

“No refunds,” Walter grinned.

Lenny howled as Reggie grabbed his sack and pulled his balls several inches lower than their natural low hang, putting on a dozen jelly-like thick rubber rings around his sack forcing his balls to the very bottom of his sack. It was quite the vision! A young, athletic, good looking man with huge, swollen balls that were trapped away from his body looking especially inviting to the men left in the barn. Lenny’s rocks were literally the perfect target. 

We each took turns wailing on Lenny’s baby makers, getting in one smack each before going to the end of the line. Trapped as they were, Lenny’s balls had no choice but the absorb each blow in its entirety, every ounce of energy going into turning his balls into jelly 

WHOOSH!

CRUNCH

Lenny’s balls were turning an unhealthy shade as blow after blow rained down on them. We weren’t even giving them any reprieve, it was just one guy taking a swing, then the next and the next over and over. Lenny’s balls started to swell even more and I noticed that they felt slightly less firm with each impact. Lenny was hysterical, writhing and screaming out the safe word - totally horrified when he realized we weren’t going to stop.

After a dozen rounds, Harry walked up to the heaving stud and fondled his nuts. He reported that they did feel much softer, but were otherwise okay.  

“Damn, nobody’s popped one yet,” 

Walter looked legitimately disappointed but I was sure that by the end of the night we would snuff out any hope for Lenny Juniors. We went several more turns pounding Lenny’s spuds until the poor jock was nearly delirious and his balls were giving notably more resistance with each blow. 

“Knock them out of the park!”

CRACK

Walter’s eyes lit up as a large crack formed across the face of his paddle. It had literally broken under the nonstop pounding against Lenny’s testicles and we were all sure that by this point his rocks were starting to crack. I briefly considered calling it a day but these guys had paid good money and who was I to deny them a show?  Lenny’s head was drooped down and he barely struggled as Harry gathered up the paddles and prepared the next activity. By now the minimum donation just to watch was so high that the only guys left were myself, my helpers, Walter a few businessmen and a mean-looking redhead who seemed to be taking particular delight in ruining Lenny.

Lenny’s balls looked so destroyed that even I winced in sympathy as Harry and Reggie prepped him for the next game. He was basically a hunk of muscle being manipulated into position like a puppet, he was barely responding but I do recall him whimpering something along the lines of ‘please, I give up’. I pretended not to hear it.

Reggie and Harry carried Lenny back to the table and tied him down spread eagle, stretched his balls away from his body, and used a clamp to anchor them to the surface. They were purplish-red, bulging and totally defenseless and I was sure they wouldn’t survive too much more of this. That’s when Jack rolled out the Destroyer and I knew it was over.  

The Destroyer was just a hydraulic press with legs wide enough to straddle the table with a piston head the size of a saucer positioned perfectly over Lenny’s nuts. It took the guys a bit to get the contraption set up but when it was finished, the only thing stopping hundreds of pounds of force slamming down on Lenny’s nuts instantly was the mercy of the watching men. This was the real money maker, I thought.

Bruce explained the rules. Each guy could exchange their inordinately expensive tokens for a chance to push the button to make the press lower. The logic circuit had been purposefully damaged so that sometimes the press would function normally, sending all of its power into smashing the piston down, but usually, the machine would start to power up - making all the noises as if it was going to snuff out Lenny’s kids - only to power down without consequence.

I had seen studs tied up under it and a dozen button presses resulted in nothing more than lots of disappointed watchers and no damaged nuts. I had also seen an unlucky businessman trying to raise money to start a business have his junk pulverized after a single button press. It really was up to chance.

“I’ll go first,” 

Walter handed Bruce his token and pressed the button. His palms were sweating and everyone’s eyes were locked on Lenny’s nuts. By now Lenny had regained a bit of his senses and was screaming - looking down over this perfect torso at his fat nuts under the piston. It was obvious what would happen if the machine worked...

The motor of the hydraulic press fired up, the machinery began to grind. Pressure gauges sprang to life... and then nothing. The whole startup sequence took nearly a minute, probably the longest minute Lenny had ever lived through in his life. The giant piston hovered motionlessly. 

Next up was the handsome redhead. He handed Bruce his token and smashed his fist into the button. Maybe he thought pressing it harder would yield different results? Panic had jolted Lenny totally back into reality and he screamed and begged as the machine loudly powered up. We could hear air being socked into the motor, the piston seemed to vibrate. And then nothing. Another dramatic minute that ended without consequence.

“Fuck!”

The rest of us took our turns, breathlessly waiting after each press for the piston to slam down with pulverizing force. But nothing happened. Lenny screamed and writhed around, and everyone was enjoying just watching his flawless body not taking our attention off his doomed nuts. I had seen this press in action. It didn’t slam down instantly like in a cartoon. No, it lowered gradually until it made contact with the table obliterating anything that was in between.

Finally, Walter was out of tokens and he was actually pouting, pleading with Bruce to buy more. But this was the end of the show. After all, what’s the point of dragging it out if Lenny never stood a chance anyway? For most guys, the dramatic tension of watching a pair of balls on the brink of destruction was worth every penny, even if the stud wasn’t shooting blanks by the end of it. Walter pulled his cock out and started stroking as one after another we started running out of tokens and as more hands became free, more dicks were pulled out until Lenny was surrounded by hard dicks waiting to hose him down the second the piston started moving.

I couldn’t believe Lenny’s luck. Collectively we had pressed the button more than a dozen times and each time the machine seemed like it was going to roar to life before stopping. Each time the machine with release pressure through its valves, almost sounding like the beast of a machine was sighing that it hadn’t been able to crush Lenny’s balls into sixteenth of an inch thick, splattered disasters.

Lenny was begging with us, pleading for us to stop but I could see a growing sense of relief behind the mask of horror as more and more guys ran out of tokens. Finally, there was just one more attempt left. The redhead knew it was all on him. He would have the last press to try to activate the massive hydraulic press. His finger quivered and everyone - even Lenny - got quite in anticipation as he depressed the big red switch. The machine powered on, the piston seemed to move slightly. Gauges lit up. The startup sequence seemed to last longer than normal. This is it! I thought.

Lenny opened his mouth wide and let out a terrible scream as he realized that this might not be a fake-out. Walter shot his load all over Lenny’s chest, followed by another and another. Harry painted Lenny’s hair with jizz. I leaned in for a proper look at Lenny’s swollen eggs, knowing that they were about to be turned into a stain. And then it happened.

Mmmmmm..ssssss

The pressure leaving the machine actually sounded like a loud, defeated groan. Nothing happened. 

Lenny sighed in relief and actually started laughing hysterically. He had won. Although everyone was disappointed, rules were rules and I was already excited by the prospect of having Lenny back again based on how tough - and lucky - his testicles had been. Lenny could become a real money maker and judging by the broad grin on his face and his stiffening cock Lenny wouldn’t object to that. The erotic fear of being castrated mixed with the realization that everything would be fine was getting Lenny excited.

“Where’s my money, bitches!” he laughed. 

Although his balls were still aching terribly, he at least knew he’d be walking away with them and the college jock snapped back into his cocky, Devil-may-care self. The rest of the guys finished up, showering Lenny with cum as he egged them on, his own cock springing to its full nine-inch glory. It was quite the juxtaposition, his perfect, untouched cock towering over his abdomen while nearly a foot away from his isolated, stretched nuts look like they had gone through the wringer. I signaled for Reggie and Jack to start untying Lenny and all of the guys were congratulating him.

“Not gonna’ lie, man. I wanted to see your stones turned to powder. You put up a helluva fight,” 

Walter smiled as he took Lenny’s cock in his hands and started to pump it up and down. Reggie and Jack had barely started untying Lenny when they stopped to join the rest of us watch Walter power stroking Lenny’s cock. Lenny moaned in pleasure and Watler - and the rest of us - were clearly enjoying ourselves. If Walter couldn’t pop Lenny’s nuts, at least he could help the handsome stud get his rocks off. 

“You’re such a fucking hot jock!”

Walter knelt down to kiss Lenny as he continued to stroke his cock and Lenny’s dick throbbed even harder. It was such a fucking hot thing to watch and I was sure Walter was going to be asking Lenny for his contact info so they could continue the fun privately. By the look of it Lenny would gladly accept such an invitation. It was a fitting end to a wild day and I looked around at all of my satisfied customers... that’s when I noticed it.

The world around me seemed to crawl into slow motion. I shouted something, I don’t remember what exactly, and made a lunge forward. The red-headed bastard taking advantage by the fact that everyone - including my staff - was distracted by Walter making out with Lenny, had slithered over to the control panel and punched the mushroom button. The machine roared to life. 

“What the fuck!” 

I moved toward the man but was beaten there by Bruce. The redhead punched Bruce in the face, sending him falling to the floor with a broken nose. 

“Bruce!”

Walter stopped stroking Lenny’s cock and looked at him in genuine terror. There was another chance that Lenny’s nuts were going to crack, which just a few minutes ago Walter would have loved to see but now he had other, more sensual plans for them.  Walter looked over at the control panel and saw my guys scuffling with the ginger. Reggie was desperately trying to stop the machine as it continued to roar to life.  

“Dude! Help me!” 

Lenny screamed in horror and shock as the machine continued starting up. My guys couldn’t get it to power off and me and Jack frantically tried to move it so that the piston - should it actually fall this time - would collide harmlessly with the table away from Lenny’s nuts. It was no use. It had taken the guys using a dolly to get it into position and once there, it wasn’t going to move easily.

“It’s moving!” 

I shouted in triumph before realizing we had scooted the machine the wrong way. It had gone up Lenny’s body and the piston was now hovering over his stomach as the machine continued to spring to life. Even during the commotion, I felt myself getting nauseated thinking about what would happen if the hydraulic press had crushed Lenny’s abdomen. 

“I don’t wanna’ die! Please! Help!” Lenny was hysterical.

His guts would literally squirt out like chunky mustard and he was trembling in fear. I had never had anyone actually die during these charity events - especially in such a hideously cruel way - and I wasn't about to start. We were successful in moving the machine so that the piston was back over his nuts, but it refused to nudge further, instead, Lenny’s balls were perfectly positioned under it.  Walter said reassuring things to his new potential fuck-buddy as he and the others desperately tried to untie Lenny and the machine continued roaring to life. And then it happened. There was a groan and the machine sighed. Thank God, I thought before I realized that the piston was moving! 

“Get him loose! Get him loose!”

By now everyone except the redhead has clawing at the straps and ropes holding Lenny in place. I glanced over to see that the motherfucker was actually grinning, standing over Lenny and staring at his balls.

“Aaaah!”  Lenny let out a scream that rendered everyone silent.

The piston had come into contact with the top of his sack and was continuing to press down. 

“No! No!”  

Lenny wailed and screamed but it was no use. We couldn’t get Lenny untied, the machine wasn’t responding to commands and there wasn’t anything more to do at this point but watch as his enormous, round, battered nuts were flattened.

“Ooooh!”

Gross wet popping and crunching sounds came out of Lenny’s sack as it was flattened to half its girth, compressed under the head of the piston.

“Christ! Do something! Please!” Walter pleaded. 

He actually tried to grab the piston with his bare hands, pulling up on the column with all his might but his efforts were completely ignored by the machine.

Everyone knew throughout the day there had been a chance Lenny’s balls might become history. But this was unfair and everyone watching - except for the redhead - was horrified by what was about to happen.

“Pleeeeeease!” 

That was the last sound resembling a word Lenny got out before he started screaming and babbling like a wounded animal. It was gut-wrenching. By now we were all resigned with the fact that Lenny’s family tree was about to end.

POP

SPLITSH

SPLOOOOTCH

Lenny’s fat nuts were only a quarter of their normal size as the piston slowly lowered. They got flatter and flatter the sounds making it obvious that they were already destroyed. Lenny’s tough spuds tried to hold their shape for as long as possible, but the constant crushing pressure was finally too much and his sack blew apart, sending chunks of testicular matter flying. Walter, who I thought was the most hardcore among us, turned away and vomited.  Lenny passed out as chunks of his shattered testicles were ejected outward, spilling out from under the piston. 

CRU-SPLA-OOOTCH

Finally, the piston came to a stop, resting on the tabletop. Lenny’s balls were history. Some of the biggest, fattest man pods I had ever seen were now nothing more than a pile of hamburger-looking goop. Despite the circumstance, I - and most of the other men - couldn’t help but get hard looking at it.

“Bastard!”

Walter lunged at the cackling redhead, knocking him to the ground and was joined by the rest of the paying members as my staff and I promptly turned toward tending to Lenny.  

“Help! No!”

I ignored the redhead as he was mercilessly pounded until he was barely able to scream. It took Harry, Jack, Bruce, and myself to carry Lenny toward our waiting medical tent. We’d handled ruptured nuts before - even hideously exploded situations like Lenny’s - but never after the night was supposed to be over.

I turned back toward the group who was beating the redhead into a pulp and smiled as I heard Walter shout out:

“Let’s get him strung up! Time to play ball!”

As we tended to the passed out stud my crew and I smiled as the redhead let out a horrified scream followed by the crowd cheering in delight. 

“How much do you wanna’ bet that guy’s balls are toast?”

We all chuckled.

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