Curing Polyorchidism: Part 2

 

Polyorchidism: Noun. A rare condition marked by the presence of more than two testes.

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Conclusion of the story started here 

Bruce greedily took the ice pack Zach held out to him and held it against his nuts, wincing as its cool surface pressed into his swollen, sweating balls. His three nuts were throbbing but the numbing sensation of the ice felt like a godsend. He was still naked, slumped against the wall nursing his junk whilst Zach and Lucas setup their garage studio for the next scene of the video. To make it look like the scene was taking place in another part of the laboratory, the graphs and charts on the wall were swapped out with other - also random - graphs and charts and the lab table was moved so that it would be out of the frame though Bruce winced at the site of various nut cracking instruments that were still within Zach's grasp. 

Zach wheeled over an X shaped table that was only a few feet off the ground and then locked the wheels in place. It was just cheap plywood, but was painted a glossy white to make it look like a fancy piece of medical equipment. At least they aren't skimping on the production values, he thought. Meanwhile, Lucas positioned the camera so that it was pointing down at the table at a slight angle.  Bruce's screaming nuts were starting to calm down a bit as he started to pay more attention to the set being dressed around him; what he saw wasn't encouraging.  Zach was busy splattering the pristine white X shaped table with fake blood and the charts on the walls were actually not entirely random this time. They were wire frame illustrations of spheres in increasing states of flattening and deformation until they burst along with various pictures of guys clutching their balls in pain as if after a nut shot  with the word 'ruptured' sprawled in red lettering. It was macabre yet humorous and Bruce chuckled to himself as Zach motioned him back to the set.

"You ready for the next scene, buddy?"  Zach asked with a goofy grin on his face.

Bruce tossed the ice pack aside and flexed nonchalantly as he nodded yes.  Zach and Lucas both felt their pants tighten as the handsome man posed with his three-balled sack sagging between his muscular thighs. His already large nuts were visibly swollen and red and his sack literally looked like it was going to burst open from being so full, but the ice - and Bruce's own hubris - had done the trick and the hunky 'patient' was ready for the next scene.

Lucas manned the camera as Zach explained the setup to Bruce. Bruce lay on the table with his arms and legs outstretched and his heavy sack rested on a piece of wood that jutted between his legs. After Bruce was positioned, Zach tied his wrists and ankles to the table with thick leather straps. Bruce started to sweat as Zach tightened the straps harder than seemed necessary for a low-budget porno shoot but not wanting to be a spoilsport he kept his concerns to himself.

"Try to get up," Zach nearly barked.

Bruce tried to lift his arms and legs but was held tightly to the X-shaped table and he couldn't help but think Zach was eyeing his writhing, muscular frame a little too evilly. Probably just getting into character, Bruce thought.

"Okay, are we good to start?"

Lucas nodded and the record light lit up on the camera.

"Ah, Mr. Nutstumenie, it looks like we need to administer some stronger treatment to correct your deformity,"

Zach looked down at his trapped friend and literally licked his lips at the site. Bruce's abs were glistening with sweat, his strong arms and legs were spread open and trapped and his huge, reddened balls were at Zach's mercy. Zach would have delighted in cracking two nuts that large so adding a third was an added bonus. Bruce tried to ignore Zach's rock-hard cock that was perfectly outlined in his pants.

"Where to start, where to start..." 

Zach's voice trailed off as he paced, mumbling pseudo scientific babble to himself.

"Eureka!" 

Zach jotted off screen and came back with a small anvil shaped object. There was a weight written on it but Bruce couldn't make out what it was. Zach was effortless carrying it with one hand so it wasn't ridiculously heavy or anything. Bruce presumed it was a block of wood coated in metallic paint with a comically large weight value written on it for effect. He had seen Lucas and Zach's previous video that showed a jock's testicles 'exploding' so was fully prepared that his own family jewels would meet a similarly realistic-looking, cinematic end. 

Bruce's eyes widened first in surprise, then in terror as he saw the growing excitement on Zach's face. He swallowed hard as Zach stood between his spread open legs. The table was just high enough that Bruce's balls were at Zach's chest, giving the mad scientist a perfect view of Bruce's beautiful baby makers. He pressed the cold metal against Bruce's sack and smiled as he realized that the anvil was just barely large enough to crush all three balls at once.  Bruce winced at the cold sensation of... metal! Even with Zach holding the small anvil's handle, Bruce could tell that this very real, metal block had some heft to it. Bruce began to sweat profusely as Zach held it aloft nearly three feet above his bloated sack.

The handsome, trapped stud - still not wanting to break character and ruin his friends' movie shoot - tried to make pleading eye contact with Zach through this over-sized glasses but Zach's gaze was fixated on one thing and it wasn't Bruce's eyes.

"The Genepool Cleaner 2000 should do the trick,"

Zach almost chuckled at his own lame joke as he unceremoniously released the weight. Bruce's abs absolutely rippled as he braced for the impact and he let out an agonized squeal as the weight landed on his sack, nearly flattening it to half its girth.  Bruce's eyes bugged out as the stopped weight rested and shifted on his still slowly flattening sack. His right ball was compressing more than the other two, so the weight was sinking into that side like an imbalanced beanbag chair. Zach had dropped the weight on dozens of unsuspecting normal, two-balled sacks but had never seen a pair flatten like Bruce's triplets had. His jeans got even tighter and he and the camera lingered on the hot visual of Bruce's flattened sack.

Bruce was still howling as Zach picked up the weight had held it aloft again, this time slightly higher.

"Ooooh!" 

Bruce let out a guttural shriek as the pain pooled in his stomach. He was hoping that would be the last drop but Zach clearly had other plans.

THUMP

Bruce bit his lip and tried not to scream out as a sickening wave of pain radiated from his crotch.

SPLAT

"Doctor, it's working! It's starting to crack!"

Bruce, still wanting to give a good performance, cried out.

Zach looked at him with a cruel grin as he lifted the weight yet again. Bruce tried to plead with his eyes again but it still didn't work.

THUD!

This time Zach didn't merely let the weight drop idly, he gave it a bit of extra momentum almost like he was maliciously throwing the already heavy weight down on Bruce's stricken testicles. The impact made the brutal pounding that had come before seem like a dress rehearsal. Bruce was nearly in tears, desperately pulling at his arms and legs as Zach dropped the weight again and again. At one point he made a comment about how he was surprised the treatments weren't working and went off to fetch a step ladder. He stood over Bruce and let the weight dangle dangerously high over his already battered nut sack. They were swollen and bright red and Bruce was genuinely horrified at the notion of Zach dropping the weight from that height. If he could barely endure what had come before he couldn't even imagine adding an additional three feet in height to the mix. Unable to constrain himself any longer for the sake of Zach's movie, finally cried out.

"Zach! Please, I can't take it!"

Zach seemed genuinely annoyed as he called out "Cut!" and stepped down from the ladder.

"Dude, let's give him a break,"

Lucas fetched an ice pack and held it gently against Bruce's three balls, each of which felt like had been stomped on by an elephant.  While the gentle cameraman tended to their model, Zach stood over Bruce and looked straight down into his eyes.

"My character's name is Dr. Popemgood. When you call out 'Zach' it kinda' breaks the effect,"  Zach said in an almost scolding tone.

"Sorry,"

Bruce said sheepishly. He had volunteered to model for Zach and Lucas even after knowing the brutal busting that was in store for him and, considering the strength of their friendship, Bruce felt like the least he could was be a good sport about it.

"No problem, I actually have a solution for that,"

Zach disappeared out of the garage. While he was gone, Lucas removed the ice and gently cradled Bruce's extra-balled sack in his hands. Ostensibly it was to check for any serious damage, but really Lucas just wanted to experience holding Bruce's extra nut with his bare hands. He couldn't help but imagine all of the nasty, cruel things he wanted to do to it and only the threat of going to jail was stopping him from turning into a complete animal and wasting Bruce's third nut right there in the garage with the camera rolling. As he rolled Bruce's nut in his hand, his cock throbbed in his jeans and the gentle, sensual rolling -- which totally occluded the violent thoughts Lucas was actually having - was starting to turn Bruce on.

"Bro, what are you doing? They're fine, you can stop checking them,"

Bruce's eyes rolled into his head as his cock started to stiffen.  By the time Zach came back a few minutes later, Bruce's cock was at full mast and the girthy eight-incher was casting a shadow over his taught stomach. 

Zach chuckled and Lucas stepped away blushing. Zach walked up to Bruce and before Bruce knew what was happening, Zach had crammed a large ball gag into Bruce's mouth. Bruce contested with muffled screams as Zach secured the gag around his head with leather straps.  Zach and Lucas stood back, both of them openly rubbing their cocks through their pants. It was truly an incredible site. A sculpted forty-five year old glistening with sweat was sprawled out helplessly in front of them with his handsome face in a permanent grimace as his jaws were stretched around the gag and his hefty, deformed sack was at their mercy. Bruce's eyes grew into saucers at the look of depravity his friends were eyeing him with but he tempered his concern by the fact that these were two of his best buddies. Sure their ball busting fetish was inherently violent but no-way they would do anything to actually hurt him.

Lucas took his position behind the camera and Zach motioned for the camera to roll.

"Well, Mr. Nutstumenie, the Genepool Cleaner 2000 wasn't enough. I think I have a better idea,"

Zach went to the table and fetched to small objects that instantly made Bruce start to shake and genuinely try in vain to pull himself from the table. Zach was carrying two bright red M-160 firecrackers. They were barely larger than a triple-A battery but Bruce knew from watching YouTube videos that just one packed a ridiculous punch; and Zach had two. Zach approached the struggling model and stood between his legs. Bruce was screaming and begging through his gag but all that came out were muffled cries. The anvil had been real. The pliers from earlier had been real. Bruce had no reason not to believe these bombs were also real.

"Pweeeze! Stmmmph!"

"Now, now, Mr. Nutsumenie, everything is under control,"

Zach placed the small tube-shaped bombs on top of Bruce's heavy, swollen sack with one sandwiched between the left and middle ball and one between the middle and right ball. To Bruce's horror, there was some kind of sticky, waxy substance on them that seemed to be keeping them firmly in place.  

"Pwwwwwz!"

Bruce shook his head violently as Zach produced a lighter from his pocket.

"Here we go,"

Zach flicked the lighter and slowly moved them toward the fuses. Every muscle in Bruce's body was straining and his heart was racing as the fuses lit up like sparkles.  

"Stmmmmp! Nmmmph! Nmmmph!"

The fuses got shorter and shorter. Zach, Lucas and the camera were all laser focused on Bruce's doomed sack. Time slowed down for Bruce to the point of being unreal. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. His balls - and more than likely his cock which had long sense deflated - were about to be blown all over the room. There wouldn't be anything left but chunks...

Bruce's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the fuses disappeared into the fireworks.

"Cut!"  

Zach licked his fingers and quickly extinguished the fuses which had all but vanished. A waft of white smoke drifted from between Bruce's legs and he horrified stud who was close to blacking out from fear, slowly regained his faculties.

Zach casually lifted up the bombs and used a damp cloth toe wide up the sticky glue.  He walked over so that he could look Bruce in the face.

"Don't worry, that's the first ending. We'll add the explosion in post production," 

Zach explained that this series of videos would have two endings to goose sales. The first would show Bruce's mega sack blown all over the lab and the second... Bruce would just have to find out about.  Bruce let out a muffled sigh of relief and felt quite stupid for actually thinking his buddy Zach would mutilate him like that.  

"Oh, these are real though," Zach winked as he placed the explosives in water. 

"Just in case I didn't stop the fuse in time, at least we would have gotten good footage," he said with a wink.

Before Bruce could comprehend the ramifications of what Zach had just said, the scene was effectively reset to film the alternate ending.  Zach walked in from off frame and began again.

"Ah, Mr. Nutstumenie, it looks like we need to administer some stronger treatment to correct your deformity,"

He again fetched the anvil and again sent it crashing into Bruce's sack. Bruce wailed into his gag as Zach showed little regard to his future kids, sending the weight over and over into his large- but apparently not particularly firm - nuts. All three were bright red and radiated tremendous pain. Bruce was sincerely screaming for Zach to stop but all that came out were muted screams that Lucas and Zach were sure would drive their audience wild. Zach stood on the step stool and let the weight hover over Bruce's three balls for what seemed like a long time. Bruce was shaking, begging Zach to stop...

"Mmmmmgghhgph!"  

Bruce's eyes rolled into his head and for a second Zach thought he had totally blacked out. Bruce's left and right nuts flattened and the resulting bulging deformation was so great that his middle nut, which was also being flattened, was also being compressed from either side. It felt like it was going to burst. Bruce's entire sack was less than half its normal thickness and the weight continued to settle very slowly until his three testicles were at terminal flatness. 

Lucas made sure to zoom in on the site of Bruce's deformed sack being flattened. Zach stepped down to fetch the weight and stood back on the ladder, standing on his tip toes and holding his arm as high as it would go.

"Nnnnnnnph!"

The weight landed with a sickening, wet crunch. Lucas' cock started leaking precum as he rubbed himself with one hand as he manned the camera with the other. The weight felt like it was doing serious damage at this point and Bruce was starting to rethink his assumption that Zach and Lucas wouldn't actually hurt him, if not maliciously then just through juvenile recklessness.  

Zach fetched the weight and Bruce screamed just at the thought of it slamming into his battered nuts again. Instead Zach set the weight back on the table and returned with his trusty pliers.  Bruce's eyes got wide and he shook his head 'no' as Zach ensnared his middle nut and squeezed. 

The nut bulged between the pliers and Bruce wailed, his eyes crossed, and his entire body was consumed by the slow destruction of his ball.

"See, this ball is the culprit. It just shouldn't be here," 

Zach said calmly as he continued to squeeze Bruce's nut.

"It's just about to pop..."

Zach wasn't kidding. The pliers were nearly closed and Bruce's middle ball was bulging obscenely between the jaws which were pressing into the center of his ball. It was going to explode.

"Mmmph nppppht! Mmmph nppppht!" 

Bruce tried to scream "My nut! My nut!" but it only came out a gargled mess. Through his cheesy dialogue about 'trimming family trees' and 'turning nuts into peanut butter' Zach had to will himself not to just slam the pliers shut. Bruce had three nuts, if he lost one of them he wouldn't really be losing anything at all, he thought as he continued to squeeze. He'd actually be normal...

"Nnnnphgt!"  

Bruce's nut was literally about to collapse. Alarm bells were going off in his head and his legs and arms were pulling at the straps desperately. "Dear God, what is he doing" Bruce thought as he looked down at his friend destroying his ball. Suddenly the pressure abated and Zach opened the pliers as he looked up and gave Bruce a playful wink.

Again a wave of relief washed over Bruce and embarrassment that he was letting his imagination go to far. Lucas and Zach literally busted balls as their job. They know what they're doing, Bruce thought. 

Zach gave Lucas the signal to cut filming. With the camera off he gently cradled Bruce's sack but even the gentle touch felt like his swollen sack was being stomped on.  Bruce winced and Zach let the heavy organs fall onto the table top. 

"Dude, you're doing really good, man. You're a pro!"  Zach commented.

"Yeah three balls of steel!"

All three men looked down at Bruce's hideously swollen, bruised sack. His middle nut had swollen so much that it was now the largest of the three normally identical orbs. Bruce's abs pulsed with sickening pain and he was panting heavily trying to regain his composure. Lucas and Zach had trashed dozens of two-balled, tender young sacks - many of them left bruised and swollen - but none of them had the blazing hot oddity of a third battered gonad stuffed inside the sack.  Zach pulled the giant ball gag out of Bruce's mouth and the bound hunk gasped in fresh air.

"Are we almost done, dude? My balls really fucking hurt,"

Zach furled his eyebrow. He had hopped to go longer with Bruce, but figured he had enough footage for now and didn't want to scare Bruce away from modeling again.

"Okay, let's move on to the last shot,"

Zach untied Bruce's ankles just long enough to shimmy on a pair of tight white boxer shorts. The fabric contrasted nicely with Bruce's tan skin and the elastic at the leg holes hugged his thighs making the muscular things look even bigger. Most impressively though was the astounding triple lumps clearly outlined by the thin fabric. Bruce strained his head up to overlooked the visual of his trapped mounding nuts as Zach re-tied his ankles to the table. 

Lucas greedily eyed the tempting target between his friend's legs as Zach positioned the shoe box-sized metal box from earlier on a table between Bruce's legs. The metal rod arm jutted straight up, still holding the mallet, and Zach carefully positioned it so that he was sure the mallet would come crashing straight down onto Bruce's boys. To be sure, Zach grasped the mallet and pulled it forward manually until the head of the mallet hovered precariously over Bruce's middle nut.

"Perfect," Zach commented. 

Clearly this wasn't the first time Zach had setup this machine. As Zach fussed with finishing touches and Lucas got back behind the camera Bruce called out sheepishly for Zach's attention.

"You aren't really gonna' use that thing with the mallet attached, right? It's all special effects or something isn't it?"

Zach was almost too struck at the site of his ridiculously hot friend to respond but quickly realized that he was openly lusting and pivoted back to Bruce's question.

"Don't worry, see,"

Zach pressed one of the buttons on the remote and the machine's arm rocketed forward. Bruce screamed and tensed up reflexively but the mallet stopped just shy of colliding with Bruce's center ball. The arm was retracting itself as Zach explained the setup for the final scene. He would use the remote to send the hammer down over and over toward - but not quite hitting - Bruce's bulging underwear. For the last impact they would stop filming and swap out Bruce with a mannequin wearing the same style underwear with three silicone filled balls, the camera would zoom in just on the underwear, and the mallet would be send down entirely, destroying the balls.

"While the hammer is pretending to crush your nuts we would appreciate it if you gave some realistic screams."

"Got it, Dr. Ball Popper," Bruce joked.

The three laughed as Zach replaced the ball gag in Bruce's mouth and motioned for Lucas to keep filming.  

"Well, well, well, Mr. Nutstumenie, I have no choice but to use the Sterilizer on you. That pesky ball just will not break,"

Zach spoke into the camera before giving a maniacal laugh. He pressed the button on the remote and the mallet came crashing forward, stopping just on impact. The stunted momentum barely had any force but still stung against Bruce's already batter nut sack. On cue, Bruce let out a blood curdling scream as Zach pressed the button three more times. The camera was positioned in such a way that it looked like the mallet was actually finishing its entire arch when actuality it was barely touching, though Bruce's screaming and writhing made the entire setup very convincing.

"Not too much time now,"

Zach jammed the button and the machine whirred as the mallet was sent to the brink of destroying Bruce's fat middle nut over and over. Lucas was leaking precum as he watched his exposed buddy's junk at the precipice of being totally crushed. Just the visual alone was enough to make him nearly blow his load. This was going to be one popular video, he thought.

Bruce let out a final fake, agonized scream and pretended to black out. Zach was quite pleased at Bruce's eerily convincing acting and turned to the camera.

"Looks like out patient has had enough but..."

Zach walked between Bruce's legs and roughly prodded his fingers into each nut. Bruce, remembering he was supposed to be blacked out for the scene, clenched his teeth trying not to cry out. Zach continued to prod and squeeze each lump. They felt absolutely squishy and Zach had to restrain himself from just punching them full force. Bruce had done his part, after all, and was being an amazing sport about everything. Zach didn't want to spoil the moment by maliciously pounding them after Bruce thought he was home free though it would be hot...

"Yes, definitely terminal. One more impact ought to do it,"

Zach turned to motion for Lucas to cut filming when several things happened at once. He slipped on a puddle of water that had formed on the ground between Bruce's legs due to the several ice packs that had been applied to Bruce's three nuts and stumbled forward.

Lucas watched in horror as Zach fell to the floor toward the camera, dropping the remote midway. Bruce, oblivious, didn't see as the remote landed button-side down just before Zach landed on top of it, smashing it into pieces but not before one final button was pressed.

WHOOOSH

SPLAAAAT!

"Mmmmmmph!"

Bruce's eyes jolted open in shock. A pain like nothing he had ever encountered caused every muscle in his body to tense. The mallet had sailed through its entire arch, not stopping until the middle lump of the three was compressed nearly flat. He barely comprehended what had happened before the arm retracted and the mallet crashed down again.

A loud, sickening splat echoed through the studio followed by another.

"Fucking shit!"

Lucas ran from behind the camera as a dazed Zach lay splayed on the ground.

SPLAAAAT

SPLAAAAT

The small robot's arm was slamming down and retracting full force non stop rapidly with barely a few seconds between blows. The motor roared in the effort and Bruce writhed and screamed, still strapped to the table.

Zach was just getting to his feet as Lucas frantically ran toward the device.

THUD!

Lucas tripped over Zach and both of them collapsed into a comical heap.

SPLAT

SPLOTCH

"Hmmmph! Hmmmph!" 

Bruce was hysterical as his middle nut was being steadily reduced to paste.

Lucas was the first to get his feet and reached for the devices' power chord.

"Christ!" 

He screamed and retracted his hand. The prop's power cord gave Lucas a devastating shock that sent him to the ground.  

SPLAT

"Knock it over!"

SPL-SPLOOOOSH

Bruce instantly blacked out - for real this time - as his middle nut totally collapsed. Zach pushed the small table the machine was perched on sending it tumbling to the ground, its mechanical arm still swinging, until it hit the ground and shattered into pieces. 

Zach and Lucas were nearly hyperventilating terrorized by what they had just done to their friend. They stood over Bruce's passed out, splayed body and shuddered at the sight. Two huge, swollen lumps were spaced awkwardly far apart in his sack, as if something was missing in between them.

"Fuck dude! Is it...?"

Lucas tentatively jabbed Bruce's flattened nut with two fingers. His dick twitched as the cracked nut further imploded just under that small amount of prodding.

"It's cracked, dude. We cracked it,"

It was obvious Bruce had lost a ball but, just to be sure, Lucas continued to probe. Zach, not wanting to miss out, looked over Bruce with lust as he reached for the shapeless center mass.

"Yeah, definitely gone. Fuck,"

Unhealthy crunching emanated from the passed out stud's crotch as Zach and Lucas prodded and pounded what was left of Bruce's nut into paste in the name of examination.

"Totally wrecked,"

"Ruined,"

"It's just mush now,"  

Zach nearly creamed himself as he felt the last vestige of Bruce's middle nut splatter in the bag.  Bruce barely stirred.

"This one is pretty swollen too,"

Lucas couldn't help himself. He grabbed Bruce's fat left nut through the fabric with one hand and put his other hand down his pants.  Zach did the same with the right.

"Yeah, this one is pretty squishy..."

Zach gave Bruce's crumbling right testicle a devastating squeeze.

Zach and Lucas, panting heavily, looked at each other, then over Bruce's amazing, muscular, sweaty, tied down body, then down at the huge orbs in their hands, then back at each other.

They both gave each other mischievous grins and squeezed as hard as they could.

POPS: Jock Purée

The midday sun was sweltering but the prospect of finally being done with the project and enjoying a cold beer on the porch kept Wesley and his friends working tirelessly in the field. Wesley had convinced three of his buddies, Trevor, Jake, Kyle and Luke to help him clear out brush in the field behind his house but what was supposed to just take an afternoon was now stretching into its third day.

They were on their last section of the field and the four of them were soaked with sweat. Everyone had taken off their shirts to escape the heat and Wesley couldn't help but admire the glistening muscular bodies around him as they worked to toss brush into the shredder. 

"Look at me! I'm Superman!"

Trevor picked up log nearly as long as he was tall and effortlessly tossed it into the pile. The feat might have been impressive if not for the fact that the hollow, rotten log had lost most of its weight. And with that, their day's long task was complete.

"I'm ready for a beer," Kyle sighed.

"Hey! How about a quick picture? Not like we hang out that much these days,"

Luke pulled his phone from his pocket and Wesley and the others gathered around the still whirring shredder. They smiled as the shredder made quick work of a last few bits of field debris. The group was about to disband when Trevor turned to group with a grin.

"How 'bout a fun pic, like the old days?"

"Superman pose?" Wesley asked.

Trevor nodded.

Wesley and Kyle held up Trevor's shirtless torso and Jake held up his legs, suspending him in a flying pose above the shredder. The goofy bunch posed as Luke snapped photos.

"Hey, know what would be a hilarious pose?"

Luke walked up to the group and grabbed the mound in Trevor's jeans. He laughed as Luke slowly unzipped his jeans allowing Trevor's large, low hanging nuts to tumble out, just inches from the shredder's grinding teeth.

"Don't drop me guys!" Trevor laughed.

"Okay, last picture!"

Luke held up his phone and was about to snap a photo with Trevor's nuts in the precarious position when he noticed Jake was out of the frame.

"Take a step forward, dude," he called out.

Jake took a step forward and promptly lost his footing. He fell backward, dropping Trevor's legs just for a moment before catching them again. It was too late.

Trevor howled as the gears snatched onto his sack and yanked it downward. Kyle, Wesley and Jake were sprayed with chunks as they pulled him upward but the damage had been done. Trevor's nuts were yanked from his body and lasted only a few seconds before being turned into jock puree spewing out of the bottom of the machine.

POPS: The Guru

 

Justin and Pablo walked onto the lanai wearing only swim trunks, as instructed in their invitation letter. Justin was wearing baggy blue shorts and Pablo red, both of them unsure what the Guru had in store for them. The Guru, an enigmatic young man with a mop of black hair, was sitting with his legs crossed on a stool with his eyes shut and face blank as if in deep meditation.

The two friends eyed each other quizzically and Justin was about to speak before being interrupted by the booming yet calm voice of the Guru.

"Welcome, welcome! Please, come closer."

Pablo had read about the Guru's supposed abilities to help men find their inner balance and had convinced his buddy Justin to join him in one of the Guru's private sessions at his sprawling Honolulu estate. They had changed in the marble tiled sauna and been greeted by a stately doorman, the house was in a well-heeled area and the Guru was a well-respected celebrity in his field, so neither felt particularly endangered; just intrigued.

"So, you two have come to learn the deep wisdom,"

Without opening his eyes or gesturing, the Guru seemed to command the space. The mansion, the lush wild forest behind him and everything else seemed to melt away.

"Please, come hither,"

The Guru's hands barely moved but Pablo and Justin immediately knew what he wanted. The two approached the sitting Guru and stood in front of him silently. Justin, still unsure about the veracity of a man he openly called a new-age quack, rolled his eyes and even though the Guru was still deep in meditation he seemed to sense the presence of a nonbeliever.

"Stand on either side of me, on the markings,"

The two shrugged and stood on either side of the Guru facing forward with their arms at their side. Pablo was instantly taken by the Guru's aura but Justin was not convinced.

"Justin, I feel like you are not quite ready for the journey," the Guru spoke calmly.

Justin was taken aback that the man was able to pick up on his vibes of doubt without having ever laid eyes on him. Perhaps there was something to this Guru after all...

"I want you both to breath, relax. Close your eyes."

Justin looked at Pablo and shrugged as the two closed their eyes and awaited further instruction that never came. Instead, the Guru began to chant in a strange tongue that seemed to put both of them at ease even though they had no idea what - if anything - was being said.

Pablo clasped his hands together like he was praying and Justin followed suit and soon all three men were deep in mediation. The Guru slowly outstretched his hands and Pablo gasped when he felt the Guru's surprisingly strong hand resting against his crotch.  Justin couldn't help but get aroused as the handsome Guru cupped his free-balling sack through his thin shorts but didn't dare open his eyes to break his mediation.

The Guru sighed as he held both sets of nuts as if he was holding sacred artifacts, continuing his almost mystic chanting that made both of his students drift into a sense of zen and the three stayed in mystic equilibrium for nearly twenty minutes.  Pablo and Justin were both daydreaming about totally different things, entirely at ease, and the fact that they were in an ostensibly sexual position without any of kind of expectation ironically made them more relaxed. It was as if the Guru was channeling the sexual tension and turning it into calming energy with his passive chants. It was intense.

"Now, I'm going to do the kabritrik donce,"

Still maintaining his calm demeanor the Guru's grip suddenly tightened around the four nuts in his grip. Pablo hardly noticed but Justin - whose nuts were much more sensitive - winced slightly but maintained his pose.

"There's nothing to be afraid of,"

The Guru's grip tightened more. Pablo winced and Justin held back a gasp as the Guru's fists became vices, crushing their nuts through the fabric.

"Meditation will rehabilitate your minds and eventually your bodies,"

The Guru's biceps bulged as he clamped down even harder on the trapped orbs.  

"Oh!" Justin gasped.

The sensation was just at the border of painful but the Guru's calming presence made him endure it without contestation.  The Guru continued to chant and his grip became tighter and tighter before mixing in a rolling action. It was as if the handsome soothsayer was rolling two pairs of very large dice.  Pablo had only taken a mental snapshot of the Guru before the mediation began, and though he was young and fit, Pablo was shocked at how strong the Guru's grip was.

The Guru sighed as his grip tightened even further. Justin and Pablo felt their testicles crushing into each other. The threshold between pain and pleasure was gradually breached and soon both of them were squirming as they struggled to maintain their poses.

"You'll be alright, I promised..."

The Guru mustered all of his strength and violently crushed the pair's nuts in his hands. Pablo and Justin both bit their tongues as they tried to reconcile the growing pain from their boys with the ironically calming presence of the Guru.

"Just concentrate, and trust your instincts..."

Pablo and Justin struggled not to cry out as the Guru's strong fingers dug into their tender sacks. Deep red finger-shaped welts were forming all over their scrotums and the pain was a bizarre juxtaposition to their otherwise zen state of mind. The dichotomy actually took them further into their mediation.  Justin and Pablo were both, despite the pain, rock hard and tenting their shorts. Something about being totally vulnerable yet choosing to stay in control of their own reaction was erotic yet calming.

"Just concentrate..."

The Guru's lips curled into a wicked smile and the muscles in his arms bulged. He twisted, pulled and squeezed both sacks with all of his might until Pablo screamed out.

"Oh fuck!"

The hot twenty-something resisted the urge to buckle to his knees as rope after rope of hot cum splattered the inside of his shorts. Just hearing his friend orgasm was enough for Justin and his closed eyes rolled into his head as he busted his nut. Experiencing an orgasm in the mist of such pain whilst mindfully maintaining their meditation poses was a wave of emotion neither had ever experienced. The Guru noticed that neither man had broken their poses, clearly eager to see what was next.

"Good. You're both ready for the next emanation,"

The Guru released their trapped nuts and stood. Pablo and Justin opened their eyes as the Guru held out his cum-slicked hands to them. Without thinking and still in post orgasmic bliss, they took the Guru's hands as he lead them into the house.

--

This story is dedicated to Alex whose blog, ballbustingboys.blogspot.com, is hands down one of the best M/M ballbusting story sites with an archive spanning more than a decade.

Betwixt: The Athletic Cup Curse

This story is a cross-over with the characters of Epic Roshambo and A Woman Scorned so you may want to re-read those stories before continuing but not necessary.

Jennifer had absentmindedly read the same passage three times before deciding to close her textbook and venturing to her apartment's tiny kitchen to fix a cocktail. The end of her first full year of graduate school was approaching and despite having done quite well throughout, she was still feeling nervous about her upcoming exams. However, it was clearly time for a well-deserved study break she determined as she lounged on the couch.

It was an unseasonably warm late spring day so the chilled cocktail was especially refreshing as she lazily scrolled through her social media feeds on her phone. Most of the posts were innocuous musings but someone had posted a link to an article the headline of which made Jennifer laugh out loud.

"Fraternity Sued After Multiple Students Injured In Horrific Prank"

Even with the phrase 'horrific prank' the headline's sterile matter-of-fact language barely conveyed the full scope of what had actually happened nearly a year ago to the day. Jennifer had unleashed a hex on ten members of the Tau Omega Chi that had resulted in twenty totally destroyed testicles. She and her friend Heather had laughed as the damage they inflicted on a bag of cursed ping pong balls was magically transferred to the young men's sacks. When one of the ping pong balls exploded under Jennifer's heel, an unfortunate testicle burst in sync. When a toy ball was crushed flat, another testicle bit the dust and so on until there wasn't a single whole testicle left. The best was when cocky senior James Monroe's last gonad instantly turned into pulp after the ping pong ball entangled with it was run over by the girls' car. Since James' nut was literally pulverized as if it had been physically under the wheel, there was absolutely nothing doctors could do but suction out the mess and sew up his empty bean bag.

She and Heather had planted a listening devise in the room before the chaos and Jennifer nearly spilled her drink as she convulsed in laughter remembering how the frat boys had screamed and howled like drunken animals, totally confused as their young spuds were mashed seemingly with no explanation. Jennifer wished she had invested in a spy cam so that she could have seen the looks of terror and confusion etched across all ten of their goofy yet handsome faces as they watched each others' junk being utterly trashed. Of course, no one believed the story about 'ghosts' and 'magic'; the media and police assumed it was some kind of fraternity prank that had gone horribly wrong, and rather than fess up, the boys had concocted an outrageous explanation. Jennifer wiped tears of laughter from her face as she skimmed the news story.

A week went by and Jennifer took, and passed, her final exam of the year. Relieved that the term was over, Jennifer was preparing to settle in and unwind with a Netflix marathon when there was an unexpected knocking at the door.

Jennifer opened the door and burst into a broad smile to see Heather standing next to a tall, slim young man with a wild mop of blonde hair. Jennifer didn't recognize him, but he slightly resembled Heather.

"Heather! Girl! Why didn't you call?" 

Jennifer ushered Heather and the blonde young man into her apartment and within minutes Jennifer and Heather were toasting a glass of chianti. Heather introduced her brother Alex, a freshman at nearby Charn Academy a small, pretentious junior college Jennifer had heard of but knew nothing about. Heather had come to visit him and was going to surprise her old friend Jennifer in the process but Alex had confided something in her that made her immediately want to enlist Jennifer's help.

Alex was a handsome, scrawny lad who exuded politeness and class, like his sister. After downing a glass of wine and being reassured by his sister that Jennifer was a trusted friend, Alex clenched his fists and rattled off a story so fast he barely stopped to take a breath. The last term, Alex had become smitten with a fellow student named Ken, a straight athletic Korean athlete, and star of the Academy rugby team, and after misreading cues after a night of studying, had attempted to lean in for a kiss. Ken reacted as if Alex had tried dousing him with acid and instead of just accepting Alex's embarrassed apology, proceeded to shove Alex away before packing up his bag and leaving.

Alex was actually understanding. If Ken had tried to steal an unsolicited kiss from a woman and she reacted the same, Alex would have found it fair. But that isn't where it ended. Ken proceeded to spread a vicious rumor that the meek freshman was a depraved sexual predator, wildly exaggerating the story to make it seem like Alex had drugged and nearly raped the passed out stud. Ken and five other particularly repugnant rugby players followed Ken like a god, went on to make Alex's life at Charn Academy a living hell. Cruel pranks, homophobic slurs and physically shoving into him became the norm any time Alex ran into any of them on the school's small campus. Jennifer was mortified, but so far the story just sounded like college-aged men acting like, well, typical college-aged men.

"Tell Jennifer what happened last weekend," Heather urged.

Alex looked away and blushed, his entire demeanor shrinking as if he was trying to disappear into the couch. Alex told her how Ken and his goons had baited him to meet a guy from an online hookup site using a fake account. When the door opened, Alex was shocked to see Paul Jenson, one of the rugby players and before he knew what was happening, Paul had pulled him inside. Jennifer listened in abject horror as Alex described how Ken and his five lackeys forced the frightened blonde to his knees and took turns ramming their cocks down his throat. Despite being petrified, Alex's own massive cock autonomically sprang to life in his jeans, and the sight prompted the jeering crowd to skull fuck him even harder, eventually showering him with sperm before literally throwing him onto the street to walk home a violated gooey mess.

Alex took a long sip from his wine glass, more as an excuse to stop talking than anything else, as Jennifer sat dumbstruck.

"I was hoping you might have something... special in mind," Heather said casually to Jennifer.

Alex looked up confused as the two seemed to be having a conversation using only facial expressions and half sentences. Finally, Jennifer gathered up a pen and notepad and seemed to mumble something to herself before she bluntly asked:

"So what are these losers names,"

"Ken Park, Paul Jenson, Sam Haley, Eric Pruit..." Alex started to rattle off.

Jennifer shook her head and told Alex to start again, slowly and - to his bewilderment - give as much physical detail about each of them as he could. 

"I want to almost see these assholes in my mind," Jennifer explained, though it wasn't much an explanation to Alex.

Alex shrugged and began to describe his five attackers. There was Ken Park, the charismatic, stunningly attractive star of the team. The Jenson brothers, Paul and Matt, two arrogant jocks whose fit bodies made up for their otherwise unimpressive faces. Sam Haley was somewhat short Black jock who seemed to take particularly cruel pleasure in forcing his enormous cock down Alex's throat. Eric Conn was the next player Alex described, a womanizing tattooed tough guy with huge nuts Alex remembered slamming into his chin and finally was Marcus Cairns, a ridiculously good looking senior with big brown puppy dog eyes and a disarming smile that perfectly occluded his dark side. Alex remembered Marcus having absolutely enormous, comically large nuts that actually made his ten-inch cock seem proportionately small in comparison. He had also cum the most, pumping out rope after rope from his busy, over-sized nuts.

Jennifer jotted down the names along strange glyphs scribbled along with the page. She tore the page out of the notebook and excused herself and Alex and Heather sat sipping wine in silence. She returned a bit later carrying a small wooden box with strange symbols etched into it and pulled out a small book which she opened to a dog-eared page. 

Alex looked on in confusion as Jennifer tore out the notebook page with the players' names and the strange glyphs, folded it over so that Alex couldn't' see the written side, and handed it to him.

The young man turned to look at his sister who nodded affirmatively toward Jennifer. Jennifer told Alex to close his eyes and think about each one of the rugby studs who had taken turns on him.

"What do you mean? Think about them how?" he asked politely.

"Just where ever your mind goes,"

Alex kept his eyes tightly closed as Jennifer mumbled passages from her odd book. Neither girl knew what Alex was thinking but it was clearly not particularly pleasant as he was shaking with anger and his fists were clenched. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the television went black before resetting itself. Alex didn't notice and everything had returned to normal by the time Jennifer closed her book and instructed him to open his eyes. Alex looked up at her with a grin.

"Wow, that wine must've been strong. I actually feel much better!"

Alex seemed to be in a daze as he handed the now-crumbled paper back to Jennifer who looked down at the blank back of the page and smiled. Heather looked on unsure of exactly what was happening but confident that things were not quite as they appeared. 

Jennifer nodded as she proceeded to write six words on the back of the paper on the underside where the players' names were written: Vibration, Attractor, Attracted, Ice, Heat, and Enclosed. Jennifer proceeded to frantically jot down notes in her glyph script as if she was trying to jot something down before forgetting it. Almost as soon as she was done writing, Alex seemed to snap out of his fog and Jennifer set down her pen. She looked at Heather and nodded tellingly.

"Well, it's getting late, we should probably head home,"

Heather and Alex stood to leave and after saying their goodbyes headed toward the door.

"Heather, can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second,"

Alex headed to the car as Jennifer and Heather went toward the kitchen.

"Did you put a spell on him?" Heather whispered.

"One minute he's red with rage just at the memory and the next he's grinning and complementing cheap-ass wine,"

Jennifer smiled.

"Not exactly, I used an emotion siphon charm when he was thinking about those six douchebags. Don't worry, he got everything back."

"And what's this?" Heather asked pointing to the random six words on the list Jennifer was holding.

"I'm not sure yet. Alex manifested them, I just captured them, but it was taking too long to try to write them in English so I switched scripts before I lost it,"

Jennifer pointed to the mess of glyphs on the bottom of the page. Heather had seen Jennifer in action twice now and even though the symbols and talk about charms and siphons didn't make any sense to her, she knew from experience that Jennifer's powers were not to be trifled with.

Jennifer worked over the next week to decipher the intended meaning of the six random words she had managed to pull from Alex's subconscious and when she finally figured it out she nearly peed herself laughing. She picked up her phone and quickly dialed Heather.

"Girl, your brother is cute and shy but inside he's kind of a badass. Whatever plans you have next weekend, cancel them and fly out here. We have work to do."

--

It was a balmy late spring evening and the Charn Academy rugby team was playing a friendly match with their cross-town rivals. The stands were mostly empty except for the girlfriends and boyfriends of a few of the players and a smattering of other students and college-aged townspeople who were there more to have an excuse to drink cheap beer and cheer than any desire to actually watch the game. Among the sparse crowd were Heather and Alex. Heather had been fully briefed on the calamity Jennifer was about to unleash on the unsuspecting jocks and had managed to talk her younger brother into joining her to watch the game, promising a special surprise was in store.

Before the game, Jennifer had sneaked into the locker room and sought out the six lockers belonging to Ken and his squad. The first locker was Ken Parker's and he had scrawled his name in marker across the face of it as if trying to claim this little piece of college forever. She placed a hand on the locker door and spoke a spooky incantation ending with the word 'vibration'. She could hear a slight rattling coming from inside as Ken's athletic cup shook inside his gym bag.  

Next up was Paul and Matt's lockers. The name tags both said 'Jenson' without a first initial so she couldn't tell exactly which locker was which, but that really didn't matter. She performed a similar incantation for both only ending each wit the word 'attractor' and 'attracted'. Again, the two plastic athletic cups rattled inside the lockers before going silent.  The locker marked Haley was next and the cup noisily bounced around the inside of the locker as she concluded the spell with the word 'hot'.  Conn was next and his cup was betwixt with the word 'ice' and finally, Cairn's protective cup was enchanted with the word 'enclosed'.  The massive, custom-made cup rocked from its perch on the top shelf of the locker.

Jennifer casually walked up to Heather and Alex and greeted them both with a hug as she took her seat in the stands before the game began. Jennifer recited a long, strange-sounding incantation as the players took the field. She was speaking at a normal volume but it was completely drowned out by the cheer of the crowd; the only indication that anything was afoot were a few car alarms that began to blare in unison before just as quickly going silent.

The first half of the game went on like normal and by then all of the players were dripping with sweat. Ken's uniform clung to his hot, muscular frame showing it off like a supermodel and Jennifer could tell the copy jock was enjoying being at the receiving end of dozens of girls' stares. All of them were showing off their impressive bodies and between their legs was the large outline of their athletic cups bulging for everyone to see.

"Yay! Go team! Incipere!" 

Jennifer cheered with the crowd, only Heather noticed that the last word didn't quite fit into her obviously fake, generic cheer.

That's when it started.

As Eric bounded down the field, dripping sweat in the afternoon sun, he felt a strange sensation between his legs. The tattooed stud's balls and cock started to feel a bit cooler than the rest of his body and the sensation felt quite refreshing. He assumed it was a breeze caused by running and thought nothing of it. 

Meanwhile, Sam's nuts started to sweat profusely in his cup and he flagrantly adjusted himself to try to relieve the heat. Ken was running toward the ball when he suddenly felt an odd but pleasant sensation rattling his nuts like a vibrator was inside his cup.  The vibrations increased in frequency causing the confused jock to moan slightly as his running gradually came to a pause and he stood crouched on the field ostensibly playing defense but actually, he was starting to enjoy the odd feeling in his crotch.

Elsewhere, Paul and Matt were running toward each other on opposite ends of the pitch. Matt pivoted to change directions toward one of the opposing players but his direction barely changed. It was as if an invisible force was keeping him on rails. He dismissed it as sloppy play and was able to eventually force his legs in the right direction. At the same time, his brother Pual had also tried to change directions but his feet were ignoring his brain and they continued forward at an ever-increasing speed. No one on the field or in the stands immediately noticed anything was wrong, from their perspective they were just two players running toward each other on the field. The brothers were able to eventually regain control, dismissing the strange occurrence as sloppy play or possible fatigue. 

Ken was continuing to enjoy the odd but pleasurable sensation from inside his cup and his cock started to swell inside the cramped confines. Further down the field, Marcus' stride slowed a bit as he felt an uncomfortable fullness inside his own athletic cup. Marcus had been endowed with bull nuts so massive that he had to resort o wearing a custom-sized protective cup with ventilation holes to keep his boys comfortable. The cup was usually snug yet comfortable but now it was starting to feel tight. Maybe it had shifted during a tackle, he thought, as he slowed to adjust it.

At first, Eric had enjoyed the wafting breeze flowing between his legs, but soon realized that it was getting stronger and wasn't proportionate to his speed. Even though his muscular body was dripping sweat and the sun was baking down, his nuts were actually starting to feel cool. Almost cold.

Sam was charging toward one of the opposing players when he suddenly felt a searing heat in his balls, which were pouring sweat inside of his jock. His entire body was hot on account of the sun and running around the field, but the heat coming from his sack was on another level. He slowed down to catch his breath and even though he instantly felt cooler, his balls continued to feel hotter. And hotter.

Ken's cock was now fully hard, though folded inside his cock as his nuts continued to be tingled inside the cup, but now the vibrations were starting to become uncomfortable. He was headed to the sidelines when the gentle, erotic vibrations suddenly became pounding knocks.

"Oooh!" 

Ken fell to his knees and clutched his crotch as he could feel his nuts being knocked around inside of the cup, his sweaty, low hanging testicles literally bouncing off the walls. At first, the other players were too caught up on the game to notice but soon all play stopped in an instant by a blood-curdling scream midfield. The audience and other players looked on in confusion as Marcus's brown eyes crossed and he collapsed on his back. The tightening sensation in his cup had grown considerably and he was clawing at his waistband to reach into his pants, but the shorts seemed to be stuck to his body. Impossibly, it felt like the plastic cup was actually shrinking, which was impossible he thought. It must have just been knocked loose. If he could only get his pants off...

Paul and Matt turned to run toward their fallen teammate but realized they no longer had any control of their direction. The sensation of being dragged across the field was disturbing and they both cried out on panic and confusion. They were sprinting full speed toward each other and their legs were moving so fast they ached. It was much, much faster than either of the beefy jocks had ever been able to run naturally, and it was only increasing. As they got faster and faster their legs weren't even keeping up and it looked like they were two rag dolls being dragged across the field. The scene might have attracted more attention if it weren't for another howl coming from across the field. 

Alex couldn't help but smile as he listened to Sam screaming as he collapsed to his knees, frantically trying to pull off his shorts which, like Marcus's seemed to be stuck to his body. His balls which had been getting progressively warmer now felt like they were on fire inside his cup. Sweat was pouring off of his modest nuts as a searing pain exploded from his crotch into the pit of his stomach. It felt like someone was holding a lighter directly under his sack and the flame was getting bigger and bigger. 

The field was now a riot of confusion as Eric screamed and began pulling at his waistband in the middle of the field. The gently, cooling breeze had morphed into a brutally cold blast of wind that felt like he was standing outside on a winter's day without his pants on. But it was only affecting his crotch. He desperately tried to pull off his shorts to see what was going on but they were stuck in place. It felt like a massive air conditioner was pumping frozen air into his cup. His balls and cock started to ache and throb from the numbing pain. His hands which were cradling his cup recoiled in shock at the sudden sensation of icy cold. Water was starting to condense on the front of his shorts, perfectly outlining his cock as the temperature got cooler and cooler.

"I can't stop!" Paul screamed in terror.

The jock was now trying to dig his heels into the ground to stop himself but he continued forward faster and faster. His hair was actually being blown back by the speed and the space between him and his brother was getting smaller and smaller.

Marcus cried and sobbed as his cup shrank, his whale nuts pressed into each other inside the increasingly small confines of his cup, molding into each other like clay as they neared their breaking point. 

Ken was running around in circles, clawing at his crotch and crying out for help as it felt like someone was using his balls like a sparring bag. His balls and cock were being rocketed around inside the hard cup like someone had grabbed them and was slamming them back and forth. His nuts were starting to bruise and swell and his cock felt like it was going to snap.

"What the fuck!"  

Sam fell to his back kicking his legs in the air as smoke began to rise from his crotch. The smell of burnt flesh and seared hair stung his nostrils. His balls felt like they were on fire. He was screaming deliriously from the pain and three other players stood over him in shock as the front of his shorts started to smolder. Inside his cup, his baby makers boiled from the enchanted heat, puffing up as sperm started to boil and expand.

"Holy fuck!" 

One of the opposing players screamed and pointed at Paul and Matt as they got closer and closer. Camera phones were pulled out to record the bizarre site of two grown men racing toward each other even though their legs were desperately flaying trying to stop. They were less than ten feet apart but were moving with such speed that they could barely keep their eyes open. The two brothers howled in terror. Nine feet. Eight...

Eric's ass jutted into the air as he burred his head in the ground, sobbing as his nuts and cock became numb from the cold. A thin patch of ice had formed on the front of his shorts and he couldn't manage to pull off his shorts. Other players were trying to help him but their hands seemed to resist making contact with him as if being stopped by magic.

"Help! Help!" 

Marcus could feel his big balls being crushed as if inside of a vice. They were impossibly flat and the cup was continuing to collapse into them.

"My nuts!" 

Alex, stunned at the sight, let out a cheer as he say a bloody stain form over Ken's crotch.

Ken's nuts were slamming into the sides of the cup like a pendulum. His left nut burst in the sack followed immediately by the left that turned into a stain against the inside of the cup like a bug hitting a windshield. His ruined nuts continued to bounce around inside the cup. His semihard cock snapped in two and the handsome jock fell unconscious on his back. The crowd watched in horror as the mound of his cup collapsed nearly totally flat as if someone had stomped it out of existence. 

"Bro! Stop!"  

Paul screamed desperately as he and his brother collided with so much force that Matt's pelvis shattered. The two fell backward, out cold, and watching players gasped at the site.  Before colliding the two seemed to be lifted into the air and their crotches slammed into each other as their legs scissored together. The force of the impact was so violent that both of their cups instantly collapsed, utterly crushing everything inside. All four of their nuts and both cocks turned into a hamburger like goop.  One of the watching players vomited at the side of Paul's jellied manhood oozing down his leg.

Eric howled and passed out as his rock hard, frozen genitals shattered like glass inside of his cup. Suddenly the players who had gathered around to help him were no longer blocked from pulling at his shorts and what they saw was beyond description. As if the site of ice on his shorts in the middle of a hot day wasn't enough, they could see chunks of his apparently frozen junk resting on his body. Simone picked up a piece of the broken cup and instantly tossed it down. It was so cold it actually gave him instantly frost bite. The pieces of Eric's shattered boys were still frozen solid but were quickly starting to thaw in the heat.

BLOOOOSH

Marcus's eyes cross ed and he let out a pathetic falsetto scream as his right nut, which was apparently slightly denser than the left, crushed its twin into paste.  Marcus screamed as he felt his own nuts destroying each other. The right nut lasted a moment longer before it collapsed like a jock souffle.  The cup continued to shrink but now the panicked players were surrounding Marcus could finally pull down his shorts which were no longer stuck to his body.

"Dude fuck..."

The first player to lay eyes on Marcus' exposed crotch fainted straight away and the others had to look away resisting the urge to hurl. Spaghetti like strings of ruined testicular matter were now squirting out of the ventilation holes of the now child-sized cup which had finally stopped shrinking. 

"Wholly fuck!"

One of the players who were desperately trying to render first aid had to turn away to throw up as the cup instantly collapse to barely be large enough to contain a grape. That was simply too small for Marcus' massive endowment and the terrified players were showered in beefy chunks like someone had stomped on a pile of hamburger. Alex smiled wickedly at the scene and turned to his sister and Jennifer nodding in approval.

"Fuck! Get water!" someone shouted.

Unfortunately a burst of adrenaline kept Sam fully conscious as his crotch erupted into flames.  The watching players tried to pat it out but the flames roared on unabated until they gradually died down.  Another player fainted as the smoke cleared to reveal that Sam's plastic cup had melted into a misshapen mass. The cock and balls underneath it were burned to a crisp. Sam's eyes grew huge and he blacked out.

By now the stands and the field were in chaos. Except for Jennifer, Heather and Alex who made their way through the commotion to their car.

"Well, I don't think they'll be giving you any more trouble,"

Alex sat in the back seat stunned yet oddly satisfied as Heather and Jennifer chortled loudly in the front seat.

"Did you... did you see his balls explode?"  

Heather cackled.

"Yeah, that was great!" Alex chimed in.

Jennifer stared the car but before putting it in drive she nodded toward a duffel back sitting on the seat next to Alex.

"You know, I got to thinking. I know those six assholes were the main culprits, but could no one else on the team have stood up to them before it got out of hand?"  Jennifer mused.

"Take a look inside, Alex." 

Alex peeked into the bag and was confused to see it was full of ping pong balls.

"I think we should teach the rest of the team a lesson, don't you Heather?" Jennifer asked.

Heather's eyes grew wide and she smiled in realization.

"Go ahead, Alex, break one. Actually, break them all."

Alex reached in and grabbed two, crushing them flat in his grip before grabbing three more and destroying them. Anguished howls erupted from the field as they drove away.