Autumn Charity Balls: Flat Broke

This story carries on from Spring Charity Balls (link). It is not necessary to re-read that story to enjoy this one but thought I would include the link :-)

I checked my watch anxiously as I paced in the middle of the large pole barn. After the fiasco that happened in the spring, the guys and I weren't sure what to expect this time around. A group of twenty middle aged men had started filing into the venue, mingling and chatting casually, totally ignoring the relatively high stage that had been erected in the middle of the room. Exactly twenty chairs had been neatly arranged in two rows in front of the stage and each one had a slip of paper with one of the waiting gentlemen's name on it. It was an appropriately classy touch, I thought, considering how much money each of them was about to wager.

Today's event was using an elaborate setup my assistant Reggie had setup and I glanced up at the stage as he and Jack fiddled with the odd looking contraption they had setup. We had tested it dozens of times but I was still a little nervous about introducing Rube Goldberg logic into the relatively cut and try affair of ball busting. Despite my trepidation, the two seemed to be handling everything well so I turned my attention to the crowd.

My eyes scanned the crowd and recognized virtually all of them from previous events. They were all handsome, well dressed everymen who would have looked at home in a J Crew catalogue. Most of them probably had dotting wives or husbands back home and had lied about having to go on a business trip or some other benign errand in order to even be here today. None of them looked like the kind of guy who would get off on watching another dude's junk get trashed, yet here they all were. I chuckled darkly to myself at their duplicity.

Among them was Walter, wearing a flattering button up shirt and a black skinny tie holding hands with Lenny - our previous contestant - whose muscles were barely contained by his button up shirt. Lenny looked great and his coiled, massive cock almost made up for the lack of a ball bag in his slacks. 

I smiled broadly and waved at them without making it seem like I was playing favorites. I didn't want anyone to think the game was rigged. Walter and his lover could just as easily be disqualified by lack of funds as anyone else, though part of me hoped Lenny could stay until the end as a kind of twisted full-circle situation and the Rolex Submariner on Walter's wrist made me confident they could pay whatever it took.

I turned my attention back to my watch. We were running behind schedule and Reggie was still fiddling with a gear box on the stage while Jack seemed to be having trouble making a giant flat panel display tune to the correct image. I was just about to walk over and ask what the hold up was when, as if knowing he was being watched, Reggie turned and gave me a thumbs up. I sighed with relief and looked over at Bruce, my third assistant who was going to emcee the event with a nod.

Bruce and the others had wanted to give the event the feel of a gameshow with a live studio audience, so he was wearing a nice suit and holding a microphone. He nodded at the equally well dressed Reggie and Jack and they darted off the stage. Jack was going to be handling audio from a laptop station setup near the stage and Reggie was standing by in case their contraption broke down.

Jack queued up dramatic upbeat music as strobe lights began to flash and the lights dimmed.

"Gentleman and sadists are you ready for the Autumn Charity Ball!"

Bruce spoke into his microphone and was greeted by a resounding hoot. He ran up the stairs on the side of the stage and waved to the audience as the lights came back up and the men took their seats. Bruce was hamming it up like a pro and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Friends, you should all sideloaded our app onto your phones, go ahead and check the connection,"

There was an audible whoosh as twenty hands reached into twenty pockets at once, pulling out twenty cellphones and turning on our purpose built app. After Bruce was confident everyone was ready to play he continued.

"Today, we're going to be playing a little game we like to call, Flat Broke - as in flattened sacks!"

The crowd roared in laughter.

"I'm just the pretty face of this operation, so I'll let our lovely assistant Reggie explain how everything works,"

Reggie hopped on stage and took the microphone as he proudly stood in front of his pièce de résistance. He had tinkered with ball busting machines in the past, or had used unmodified machines such as hydraulic vices in unintended ways, but this was the first self-made machine that I felt was polished enough to be presented to the masses. Plus, unlike his still unfinished 'Sperm Boiler', this contraption hadn't caused a fire during testing so I figured it was safe.

On the stage, a thick piece of Plexiglass about four feet long was suspended by two shiny metal posts on either end, making a long, skinny translucent table. On top of the glass was a wooden plank of the exactly length and width as the table. My guys had given it a nice polyurethane finish so it looked quite professional. Sticking out of the side of the board was a a metal rod that was connected into a large, tall wooden box. The front the audience could see was polished, but its open back revealed motors, gears and energy chains and logic circuits that Reggie had successfully assembled to do a single task.

Reggie turned on the machine and the sturdy wooden board slowly rose until it was just a few inches above the glass. He produced two eggs from his pocket and set them under the board.

"Now, everyone press the test button in the app,"

The audience complied and as soon as the machine had registered the twentieth and final entry, the mechanism sprang to life and the wooden board slammed down so hard the table shook. The two eggs splattered spectacularly, showering both rows with egg matter but the watching men didn't mind. In fact, most of them were already hard just imagining the possibilities.

"So to keep things interesting, there is an element of chance in this game. Before each round, you'll have the choice to make a wager,"

Reggie held up his phone and pointed to the large red icon that read 'wager'. Under the button was a dollar amount that would be randomly selected and increment up between rounds.

"You'll all have a minute between rounds. If you collectively don't put in enough to activate the machine this will happen,"

Reggie pressed some buttons on his phone-turned-control panel and the word 'NO DICE' appeared in large green letters on the display on the stage. He explained that this meant that the group would need to bet more on the next round.

"And if you all collectively bet enough, this will happen,"

The display switched to read "CALCULATING" and Jack played dramatic countdown music that became faster and faster until the number ten appeared on the screen. Instantly the board slammed down all the way to the glass surface before just as quickly returning to its home position. The crowd cheered in delight.

"There are ten possible outcomes, the higher the number, the lower - and faster - the board comes down."

"Thanks, Reggie. Now, you make sure this contraption doesn't break down on us, okay,"

Bruce and the audience applauded as Reggie took his place in the back of the stage, a small tool bag at the ready.

The emcee went on to explain that, in order to avoid freeloaders who wanted to watch the show without paying up, a mandatory minimum would be withdrawn from each watcher's account between rounds and the men must leave as soon as they could no longer place a wager. That was why there was a minute between rounds, to give guys a chance to calculate if they wanted to sit that round out and hope that the others would collectively carry the load enough to make the screen flash 'CALCULATING'.

"The last contestant with a full, or partially full, sack wins the prize pot! Oh, and to keep it classy, the guys will not be untied after their nuts crack. Those battered orbs will just have to keep taking it and taking it until..."

BLOOSH

Bruce placed another egg under the machine and nodded to Reggie to activate the machine at full power. Bits of egg landed all over his suit as playful music started playing and Bruce called for the three contestants to come forward. I was surprised that neither of them had mentioned the random multipliers that would start to factor in later in the game as a reward for our more discerning clients. Maybe they were saving that as a surprise, I thought.

Tony, Adam and Rico had come in during Reggie's demonstration and had been standing behind the audience unnoticed. The three cocky young men were stripped naked and seemed to be basking in the lustful attention they were getting from the crowd as they approached the stage.

Rico was a fit, somewhat short lad with a crew cut of black hair. He had a boyish grin and his bronze skin shimmered under the lights. He was a prime specimen whom every guy there would have loved to have treated to a bukkake but his most impressive feature where the billiard ball sized, low hanging, almost comically round balls swinging between his thighs. Rico's balls were so distractingly large that it almost stole the show from Adam and Tony who were both packing their own impressive meat.

I couldn't help but admire Tony, a freckled Brit with neatly trimmed hair, a slim, youthful body and a pair of large, oblong nuts that were tight against his crotch. A massive cock swung with each step like a limp piston and I had heard Reggie and Jack talking before the show about how they secretly hoped Tony would win so that there would still be something left to play with.

Following closely behind was Adam. He was svelte, yet seemed to any body fat as his chiseled muscles sauntered toward the stage. Like the other two contestants, Adam was sporting a pair of fat, juicy plums and his monstrous cock was jutting out at full attention. While Rico had the biggest balls of the bunch, Adam clearly had the biggest dick and I could see Walter and Lenny licking their lips are the sight of his steely ten inch dick.

After taking the stage, my crew made quick work getting the boys into position. They were standing shoulder to shoulder in front of the glass table - the wooden board raised to its resting position - with their legs slightly spread, held in place by a spreader bar at the ankles that was bolted to the ground. After the crew as confident the three hot contestants were literally bolted in place, they proceeded to tie their arms behind their backs with handcuffs. Finally, Jack and Reggie roughly pulled at Rico's heavy package and proceeded to tie thick bandages at the base. Although all of the greedy, cocky young men knew what they had signed up for Rico and the others seemed surprised at exactly how Rico's package was being trussed. Reggie wasn't just tying a noose around Rico's sack, he was tying it around the base of Rico's entire sexual package - cock and all. I smiled as I watched the slow realization creep across Rico's ruggedly handsome face. He wasn't just offering up his balls but his thick Brazilian cock as well. I guess I had forgotten to mention that detail... silly me. The crowd realized what was happening too and they cheered and hooted in approval. Reggie pulled Rico's entire package painfully from his body with the bandages stopping anything from trying to escape back into his body, and placed it onto the table top. With a loud click, a metal C-clamp was closed trapping Rico's balls in place. What little slack he had to move his legs was stifled since he could barely shift backward without painfully tugging on his balls. Tony and Adam were secured in similar fashion and my assistances stepped back to give the watching men a clear view of the trapped studs. Each of them tried to keep up a Devil-may-care attitude, licking their lips and showing off for the crowd but I could tell they were starting to get nervous as the gravity of the situation sank in. It's funny how no matter how many zeroes are on a check, when their balls are literally on the line, the only 'O's guys care about are their own. Rico's balls were so large that they touched the bottom of the board even at it's resting position and Tony and Adam's balls weren't far behind. Laying over all of their fat sacks were their three thick penises, totally flaccid yet still incredibly thick. I wondered whether or not they would offer any protection. Bruce took the stage after giving the audience several minutes to soak in the site and Jack played some fun gameshow style music. "Okay folks, round one!" In the background, Reggie was controlling the game's mechanics with a laptop and right on queue everyone's phone lit up with the 'wager' button along with 'sit out'. In the first round the price to wager and the price to sit out the round were the same, so naturally everyone offered to wager. After a minute, the screen flashed a two and just as quickly the board lowered slightly, held its position, and then quickly returned to rest. Rico moaned as his nuts seemed to flatten out disproportionately whilst the other two barely noticed. "So that was obviously a practice round. Now the real game starts!" Bruce announced. The screen flashed 'Make Your Bets' with a minute countdown timer. This time the cost to actually contribute to whether or not the boys were punished or to sit out the round and hope that the rest of the audience made up for the slack was significant. I could already see some of the men grimacing as the stark costs of their twisted fantasies came into stark relieve. Lenny and Walter, on the other hand, casually pressed the red button. They were all in.

After the countdown the screen flashed 'Calculating' for a few moments before a four appeared on the screen. I was impressed at how well Jack was doing choosing lighting and music to fit the gameshow atmosphere.

Without delay the gears turned and the wooden board lowered quickly slightly more than twice as low as before. This was was just about at the halfway point of the machine but the board wasn't halfway between its resting position and the table. Unlike an egg, the beefy man meat that was now under the board was providing some resistance. All six balls were compressed to about two thirds and their fat cocks were equally squished. Tony let out a slight yelp that made the audience laugh and just as quickly as the board had lowered, it rose back to its resting position.

"Make your bets!" the display implored.

The next two round was a bust, perhaps the cost of participating was increasing a bit too fast between rounds, I thought, and I was about to go tell Lennie to adjust the algorithm when suddenly the audience burst into cheers.

A large black eight appeared on the screen. The contestants couldn't see the screen but I could tell they knew it was a high number based on the crowd's reaction. They had barely registered the danger before the board lowered quickly, nearly touching the table, before retracting just as fast. I had told Reggie to make sure that the machine lowered the board quickly, to emulate the balls being pounded with a mallet, rather than slowly being flattened with a vice. I was pleased by the result.

Rico's massive pods and cock were flattened nearly half their girth, flattening out like thick meaty patties. Tony let out a squeal as his fat oval nuts bulged under the sudden impact with his heavy cock being smashed into his left testicle. Adam's muscular body tensed in an exquisite display and he grinded his teeth as his own massive nuts were compressed nearly flat, but it was his horse cock that took the bulk of the blow. Even soft, it was thicker and meatier than the other two meaning it was less able to use deformation as an effective way to deflect the energy of the board. The three panted during the next countdown period.

Not to my surprise, a two men politely tucked away their phones and headed for the exit. The cost even to sit out wagering had gotten to rich for their blood. Not a problem, I shrugged. There were still eighteen cash flush weekend sadists craving to be satiated.

Unfortunately, the computer determined the bids to be too low and flashed 'No Dice' across the screen. Tony sighed in relief but the reprieve seemed to have motivated more of the watching men to loosen their purse strings because at the next round the screen flashed a nine and the crowd roared. Lenny sprang to his feet and clapped.

Tony's eyes crossed and his pale face turned beet red as his nuts and cock were absolutely crushed nearly terminally flat. Rico, by virtue of having the largest balls, fared worse and his enormous babymakers were compressed so flat I was surprised they didn't just burst open. Adam's nuts were mostly spared as his donkey dick deflected most of the weight, though his entire package was pretty squashed.

The three were now panting heavily and Tony was crying as the computer patiently counted down between rounds. Three more men left the barn but the remaining fifteen must have dug deep because the computer again calculated that the board would lower.

A huge number three flashed on the screen.

All three packages were mildly squashed, enough to elicit a yelp from Rico but only a parting blow compared to what they had just experienced. Several rounds passed and most of the rounds resulted in 'no dice' as the calculated cost of pitching in continued to far exceed the cost of just sitting out the round and hoping the rest of the audience would carry the day. On the few instances the board did lower, the numbers bounced around one and three. Even though not as visually striking as a level nine strike, the amount of force exerted was still the equivalent of the boys junk being pounded full force by a heavy mallet. The three contestants were moaning and screaming, writhing in anticipation between rounds.

Rico's package was noticeably swollen making it look ridiculously huge and purple against the glass. Tony's eggs were bright pink and his cock had taken on an unhealthy purplish tinge. Despite the carnage I winced at the sight of Adam's cock. It was badly swollen and bruised having sacrificed itself to spare his relatively healthy looking, rotund nuts. I was pretty sure that a few more rounds of this would put an end to his days of carefree pussy smashing and the worried look on his face told me he felt the same way, too. Suddenly, the promise of riches wasn't quite so appealing.

By now only eight men were left. I pulled out my phone to check the same dashboard Reggie was looking out and my eyes bugged out of my head. The cost to keep playing was quite high, no wonder so many dudes had left. I knew Lenny and Walter were pushing the 'wager' button without even thinking and I could tell that the other six were doing the mental gymnastics to justify playing along.

Luckily, the system determined the group effort worthy and 'calculating' flashed on the screen.

"It's a ten!" someone shouted as as huge number ten appeared on the screen.

Rico's eyes rolled into his head as the board slammed down as hard as it could, the only thing stopping it from touching the table was the mangled tissue under it. Rico's left nut popped in the bag with a wet squick which was inaudible over the sound of the machine and the screaming audience. Both of Adam's nuts were compressed nearly flat and he let out a bloodcurdling scream as his cock was smashed flatter and flatter and flatter into his sack until something inside of it snapped. Tony cried and begged as his juicy cock and nuts were compressed into a half inch patty, the membrane's barely holding together.

Three more men left during the next countdown between rounds. The remaining five stood up and approached the stage, eager to get a good look at the sacks and cocks they were paying a significant amount of money to destroy. Just before the countdown ended, the screen flashed a message no one had seen before.

"Limited players remaining. Multipliers activated."

The watching men looked puzzled for a moment but their looks of bewilderment were quickly replaced with hoots after the screen flashed a two followed by the symbol 'x3'.

The board lowered with an equivalent force of six - two with the multiplier of three - with devastating effect.

Rico was barely conscious, drool sagging out of his adorable mouth as his left nut shattered in the bag completely. His horse sausage was flattened and bruised as poor Tony's cock head swelled as the blood was physically forced into it; and stayed that way. Something in his cock must have been ruined as his swollen cockhead was permanently stuck in its inflated state. Adam let out a hideous soprano yodel as his cock took on a permanently flattened, horribly bruised appearance and his left nut started to crumble in the bag. The amount of damage inflicted on that single blow was as brutal as it was quick; the board returned to its resting position as quickly as it had pounded the contestant's junk into junk.

I smiled at the prospect and the countdown to the next round began. Another man left, leaving only four, and I was confident that at least one of them would sit this round out hoping that the well heeled Walter and Lenny would save the day. I pulled up the administrator panel on the app and was stunned. Whomever survived this game was going to at least be able to walk away with a hefty amount in their bank account.

The initial damage to Rico and Adam's balls wasn't immediately obvious but while the computer waited for wagers for the next round I noticed that something about their sacks didn't look quite right. As the system counted down before the next round I motioned for Bruce and we both roughly examined Rico and Adam while Reggie examined Tony.

Rico's massive nuts felt even heavier than they looked and I felt my jeans tighten as my calloused hands kneaded them, totally ignoring his anguished pleas.

"We broke one!" I shouted.

"One broken here, too!" Bruce called out, confirming that one of Adam's nuts felt cracked.

Rico and Adam were both technically still in the running to win since the goal was to see who lost both of their nuts, though I'm sure that was small consolation to them.

The watching four men let out a collective cheer and they all decided to wager this round. The computer randomly decided that - despite everyone wagering - the round was 'no dice'. The board didn't lower. Same with the next round. And the next. Another man left, cursing in disappointment that he wasn't flush enough to see the end of the game. It was now down to Walter, his trophy muscle eunuch Lenny and and dapper fellow who appeared to be in his early forties. Feeling emboldened as the game approached its end, the three remaining members of the audience got on stage, each one standing in front of one of the squealing or passed out studs, drinking in the sight of their raw masculinity on full display.

The next round the computer determined it was 'no dice' even though all three remaining players had wagered. On the next round though, the captive studs weren't so lucky.

The screen flashed a nine followed by a three times multiplier. The motors and gears of the box actually went through a warm up cycle - something they had never done before - as they prepared to unleash a level twenty-seven blow. That was more than twice the strongest blows these boys had even experienced and I leaned in with the other men to watch the results.

CRU-SPLO-UUUSH

Rico's passed out and his head rolled and he continued to drool as the board slammed into the glass, the collective resistance of his and the other's manhood only allowing a half inch gap between the board and the table. The results for Rico were catastrophic. His dark, swollen scrotum erupted open and his chunky, crushed testicles spilled onto the table. His cock split like a sausage, oozing onto the glass. Tony screamed and screamed as his cock exploding with an audible, wrenching sound. His right nut flattened totally and his left was nearly destroyed in the bag, but somehow, miraculously kept its shape when the board returned to its home position.

Adams' horse cock was crushed totally flat, followed by first his right then his left ball. Even as the board retracted Adams beefy nuggets stayed flat, looking like a cartoon caricature that had been flattened by an anvil. His once huge balls stayed a half inch thick and his flattened out cock lay lazily on top.

"We have a winner!"

Bruce said after we had examined all three contestants. Actually, Rico didn't really need an examination to determine that the testicular matter splattered outside of his sack was ruined, but Bruce stuck his finger into the pile of hamburger just to be sure. Even though we had a winner, the computer had already started another countdown.

The wager to play was now exorbitant, but Walter, Lenny and the other man seemed more than happy to play and they all put up the cash the computer demanded.

Adam and Rico were out cold, slumped over the table, but Tony was still barely conscious. He knew he had won. The game was over. He could tell from the tremendous pain that most of his manhood was wrecked, but he felt me roughly examining his last whole testicle and knew that - at least -he would walk out with at least once sperm pod and a shit load of cash.

"What the... what the fuck! I won! Turn it off!"

Tony wailed as the countdown concluded.

"No dice!" the display read.

Another round started.

"Please! I won! Fuck! I won! It's over!"

The watching audience ignored him and all three of them wagered. The computer calculated the results and again concluded 'no dice'.

Tony sighed in relief and burst into tears of joy. The terror was over, or so he thought.

The third man in the audience scoffed at the huge amount the system was now demanding in order to continue. He was more than satisfied looking at Rico's ruptured, ruined literal junk and Adam's cartoonish flattened nuggets so went to put his phone away, effectively ending the game.

"Babe, please?"

Lenny batted his puppy dog eyes at Walter and Walter couldn't help but melt at his adorable muscly boyfriend's whims. Walter gave Lenny a peck on the cheek as he removed his Submariner and handed it to the other man in the audience.

"It's on me, go ahead and bet," Walter said with a wink.

All three of the remaining men put in their bet as Tony screamed and begged.

"Please stop! I won! I won! Dammit, I won!"

"Calculating..." read the screen.

Everyone waited breathlessly. The results of the system were truly random. It could declare 'no dice'. Or it could activate. We all waited with baited breath as the music stirred.

The number ten appeared on the screen followed by a ten times multiplier. Walter had to grab Lenny's broad shoulders for support as a massive orgasm made him literally weak in the knees. The gears of the machine whirred and hissed. The motor churred so violently the box vibrated. The logic boards were preparing the board to slam down at a brutal, over the top level one-hundred and I wasn't entirely sure Reggie's makeshift contraption would be up for the task. I had seen him test the machine at various levels beyond the ten standard but never anything like this. I wasn't even sure the machine would know how to interpret the inputs. I have expected a fiery disaster like when he tried his 'Sperm Boiler' on an egg and it started a fire.

"Stop! For fucks sake! I won! I won!"

Tony was hysterical as he tried to save his last nut, but we paid him no mind as the board lifted slightly from its resting position and came slamming down.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Rico's entire package exploded into a a shockwave of unrecognizable gunk that painted Walter. There wasn't anything larger than a pea left over from his enormous nuts or Amazon tree sized cock. It was a disgusting splatter but all of us were raging hard.

Adam's already flattened package was destroyed but not quite as explosively as Rico's. His scrotum was flattened to less than a quarter inch. It busted open and his pulverized nuts oozed -rather than exploded - onto the table. His cock was flattened to the same thickness, which caused its innards to erupt from his split cock in thick, sticky tendrils that were actually dangling from the board even as it returned to its home position. The final impact had forced every molecule of liquid into his cockhead with such force that the mushroom shaped gland ruptured open spraying Lenny's shirt like a macabre cum shot.

Meanwhile, Tony wailed in terror as he watched the board crash down on his package. His ruined fuck stick was the first to go, collapsing like a soufflé until it was incredibly flat, a tube full of mush. His right nut burst open, spilling its remnants onto the glass as his left turned into a gooey soup inside his bag. By the time the board had returned to the starting position, his left nut was barely a quarter inch of oatmeal like goop floating in his bag.

Tony instantly blacked out, a look of shocked horror on his handsome face. I couldn't believe the mess! In my haze, I hadn't noticed that a new round had started and all of the men had again put all in. The system rewarded them with another 'win'. This time a ten appeared followed by a twenty time multiplier.

"Babe this is gonna be so hot!" Lenny said rubbing his boyfriend's ass.

The third man convulsed as a huge orgasm rocked his body.  The gear box hissed and smoked, the gears struggled. I was sure the entire apparatus was going to burst into flames and collapse before the ridiculous two-hundred level force was applied.

"Fuck!" I shouted.

Wafts of black smoke were billowing from the machine. We could definitely smell burning wood and plastic but in the machine's final moments the board slammed down onto the table so hard that the glass shattered. The force knocked the gearbox on its side and the crushing board snapped off, but in its last moment of triumph, machine beat man.

What was left of all three sacks was turned into a spray of nut guts. The three meaty cocks were pulverized into disgusting meat husks barely holding onto their bodies. Adam's donkey cock was reduced to an empty sleeve with virtually all of its innards in a pile at this feet under the broken glass.

We all looked at the three passed out studs with absolutely nothing between their legs save for a few tattered scraps of ruin. Freed of the clamp holding them to the table all three of their hot bodies collapsed into a heap. We all pulled out our cocks and proceeded to literally shower Rico, Tony and Adam with sperm before my crew started to administer to the three contestant's ruined groins.

"I guess no one wins this round," I said with a grin.

Cristiano Ronaldo Gets Deflated

The lobby and ballrooms of the luxurious Lux hotel were awash in activity. Red velvet ropes held back throngs of adoring fans, celebrities conspicuously mingled in full view of the waiting press and the street out front was lined with satellite trucks and limousines as far as the eye could see. Indeed, there was so much activity swirling around the charity gala happening on the lower levels of the resort hotel that hardly anyone noticed that - among all the commotion- someone was missing.

Fifty stories above the fray, the wide marbled hallway outside an imposing set of double oak doors was eerily silent except for the sound of three sets of footsteps cautiously approaching. Josh looked quite dapper with his brown hair slicked back wearing a fitted black-on-black suit, hand-calligraphed name badge and a slight bulge at his waist where a small taser was attached to his belt under his suitcoat. It was his official security guard uniform and, like everything else about the resort, it was extremely posh. The same couldn't be said for the other two young men following him.

Logan was tall thirty year old with a wild mess of blond hair on top of his boyishly handsome face. His taught, muscular frame was squeezed into a cheap black suit that may have passed as one of the hotel's tailored uniforms at a glance, but was clearly an off-the-shelf affair upon any closer inspection. Behind him was Frank, a burly young man in his late twenties with a rugged, aged face and a clean shaven head. His suit was clearly too big with big folds in the fabric where it hung lazily from this large, short frame. But, like Logan's, it was convincing enough at a distance to let them join Josh on an employee elevator without anyone in the bustling lobby giving them a second look.

"Okay, you both remember the rules, right? In and out. I could lose my job for this," 

Josh said sternly as he stood before the double doors.

"Don't worry, dad, we'll behave," Logan chuckled giving Josh a playful punch to the arm.

Josh, Logan and Frank had been friends since college, and over the years had realized that they each had an interest in ball busting. Whilst they would occasionally bust each others balls, they were much more into being the busters rather than the bustees. They would swap stories about their unsuspecting internet hookups, many of whom though they were just having a vanilla meetup only to leave with a pair of swollen, busted nuts, and fantasize together in increasingly sadistic, dark avenues.

Their group chat started innocently enough. One of them would post a photo of a hot celebrity, friend or coworker, and the others would take turns describing how they would would kick, punch, squeeze or otherwise hurt the smiling model's unsuspecting crotch. Eventually, the tenor of the fantasies morphed until the three were openly lusting at the prospect of totally ruining the hot men whose images would grace their group chat. Frank in particular got off on the thought of totally flattening a mounding set of briefs of jeans with wicked consequence to the oversized nuts crammed inside. Countless loads had been spilled between the three imagining graphic, gory ways to turn Justin Beiber or Ryan Reynold's nuts into a gooey stain but none of their real life escapades had approached anything even closely resembling that. until Frank's business trip a year ago.

Frank found a local hottie on a fetish bulletin board who seemed excited by Frank's description of 'trimming his family tree' and 'lightening the load in his pants'. However, after the hot college freshman had been bound spread leg to a chair and had his ball sack literally used as a punching bag for hours it was evident he regretted his mistake. At one point the college jock briefly passed out, which only made Frank more eager to totally deflate his swollen package and at the end his sack was a bruised, swollen disaster. The kid was begging and pleading but Frank didn't stop until he felt a satisfying, subtle crunching sensation under his fist that instantly made him paint the jock's pecs and stomach with cream.  The young man blacked out and Frank gave his balls a few parting shots before untying him and casually leaving the apartment. After that, the three made a gentlemen's agreement that play time, as it were, was over. Any time any of them got the chance - which was more common than they expected thanks to the more seedy alleys of the internet - they would travel to meet up with a hardcore sadist and pound his nuts to the point of cracking, almost always going way past the fantasy the men had imagined. 

During a particularly delicious trip to Manhattan, Logan met up with a smoking hot business executive who had just closed on a major deal and to celebrate he wanted someone to knock him down a peg or two. The clueless forty-two year old DILF gladly let Logan into his apartment and hadn't even closed the door before Logan connected the business end of a baseball bat into his crotch. After a brief struggle, the man was tied to a heavy stone sculpture in his living room with his arms behind his back and his legs splayed open. No matter how desperately he tried to close his legs, the bottom of Logan's foot found his hens-egg sized organs and stomped them over and over into the floor. The executive was hysterical, begging and pleading but Logan kept on going until he felt - and heard - a devastating squick under his boot. The executive's eyes bugged out of his head and for a moment both men stared at each other in disbelief.  Logan was sure he had just ruptured the dude's testicles, or at least fucked them up something fierce, and creamed his jeans replaying the sensation. To be sure, though, he headed into the kitchen and fetched a meat tenderizer. 

Soon, the fantasies in the chat were replaced with actual tales of how they had partially or completely trimmed someone's genetic line. Josh had left an actual dent in the bulging sack of an online hookup. Frank had blown apart a twink's left nut in the bag. Logan had gotten particularly good at flattening the front of jeans with blunt force. 

Although real attacks dominated their private chat, there was the occasional celebrity or work-crush fantasy. Frank especially loved uploading pictures of sculptured, beautiful men in just their underwear or a jock, their mounding junk just begging to be absolutely destroyed. They would imagine how hot it would be to turn a football star's jock totally flat or make a hot underwear model's bulge uneven, popping just one nut while it was still trapped in underwear.

All of which lead to tonight.

Among the A-listers and politicians rubbing shoulders for some pretentious charity gala was none other than Cristiano Ronaldo himself. Josh and the others had collectively sprayed gallons of jizz talking about the ways they would demolish his legendary, hulking bulge and here he was - staying alone in a hotel Josh had access to. They had gotten good at hunting down unsuspecting studs, isolating them, destroying - or at least trashing - their nuts then getting out of doge relatively unnoticed.  All three of them knew that it would be impossible to actually overpower the six-foot, nearly two hundred pound, ripped footballer, let alone escape from a building literally surrounded by news cameras. so they decided on the next best thing.  They would sneak in and pilfer Ronaldo's underwear, a physical icon they could squeeze and imagine destroying the Portuguese Adonis by proxy. Frank had a slightly more fleshed out plan; he was going to wait until he came across an especially big-balled stud, make him put on the underwear - perhaps playing it off as an underwear fetish - then literally flatten the resulting bulge under his boots as he fantasized wrecking Ronald.  Just in case, Frank had bought a coil of rope that he had managed to tape onto the inside of the back of his coat. After a particularly promising rupture in Seattle had escaped just by lack of having adequate rope, Frank had decided it was better to always be prepared.

The three slipped in the suite and Josh quietly closed the door behind him. 

"This place is bigger than my apartment!" 

Logan gasped. He was only slightly exaggerating. Despite the palatial size of the suite, the three were drawn immediately to the bedroom as if drawn in like a magnet. The bed was unmade on one side as if Ronaldo had taken a nap before going to the the gala. Josh walked up to the ruffled duvet and placed his nose against it, slowly inhaling the heavenly scent of musk and expensive cologne.

"My God, he smells amazing,"

"Yeah he does,"

Logan had picked up a pair of red briefs that were laying in a clothes pile next to the shower and was holding them against his nose. He could only imagine how amazing it would be if the beefy footballer's testicles were bulging inside the fabric.  Meanwhile Frank had stared opening drawers, hastily fishing through the meticulously folded laundry until he found his prize.

"Jackpot!"  

Even though he was only staying in the hotel for two nights, Ronaldo had neatly unpacked his clothes, putting his tightly rolled underwear in the top drawer. Logan held up a pair of white briefs and was stunned at their size. He knew Ronaldo was a beefy fucker, but these briefs seemed giant even for him... and that's when he noticed the brand. They were the same as a pair Ronaldo had recently modeled in Spain and the tabloid media - and the three sadistic friends - had gone wild by the ridiculous, almost fake looking bulge. The outline of both of the footballers, heavy, dense testicles could clearly be made out in the provocative photospread and Frank couldn't believe he was holding what might actually be the same pair from the photo.

Frank pulled out several pair and stuffed them into the pockets of his suit coat. Josh joined him and stuffed a pair into his pants pockets.  Meanwhile Logan was picking through Ronaldo's dirty clothes, pocketing the briefs with the strongest pungent yet-sexy odor.

"Man, could you imagine kicking a penalty kick into this,"

Frank pointed at the crotch seam of a pair of yellow shorts.

Josh snatched them from Frank playfully and placed them on the ground. The three imagined Ronaldo splayed out spread eagle, his mounting crotch bursting through the fabric and started stomping and grinding them under their dress shoes. Just the visual was enough for all three of them start to get hard. Josh closed his eyes, imagining the baritone squealing that would be filling the room if Ronaldo was actually wearing those shorts that were currently being stomped into the floor. 

CLICK CLICK

Logan and Frank kept stomping with abandon but Josh instantly froze in place. He recognized the high pitched double clicking sound that had just echoed through the suite. Someone had unlocked the door.

"Guys! Guys! Shh!"

Josh motioned for them to be silent as he gestured in the general direction of the door.

"Don't move!"

Josh straightened his suit coat and ran a hand through his hair, his lustful expression quickly replaced with a friendly, professional grin fit for a member of the hotel staff. The same disarming charm that allowed him to fool everyone except Frank and Logan into thinking he would never crush man's testicle.

"I'll try to distract him, I'll say we got a call or something, you two sneak through the parlor and out the door."

Logan and Frank nodded nervously.

Josh confidently walked right into the grand living room facing the doors and Logan and Frank hid around a corner, ready to sprint for the exit  as Ronaldo was distracted by the security guard.  Josh steeled himself as the doors swung open.

"Good evening, Mr. Ronaldo. I hope you're enjoying your stay,"  

Josh's heart was racing as he gave a polite nod. Josh had interacted with a number of celebrities working at the hotel, so he was not necessarily star-struck. He was absolutely awestruck. 

Ronaldo seemed much taller, and broader, in person than his stats would suggest on paper, and standing just a few feet from him made the five-foot nine Josh seem like a child. Ronaldo was wearing an extremely tailored suit that hugged his rippling abs and hugged his arms, yet somehow didn't come across as vulgar. The hunky athlete exuded a confidence that wasn't cocky yet demanded attention.  Ronaldo seemed confused by Josh's presence, but not alarmed. After all, he was clearly a member of hotel security.

"What are you doing in here?"

Ronaldo's tone was pleasant yet serious. His voice was deep, much deeper in person than it sounded in interviews, and was so commanding Josh's heart actually fluttered. He gave the hotel guest a friendly nod and took a step toward him.

"Well, sir, our security system gave an alert. I was sent up to check on everything. I was just leaving,"

Josh was so convincing, he even impressed himself. Ronaldo seemed at ease by the young man's explanation and shrugged. 

"Thanks, man,"

Ronaldo nodded politely and the two stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"Is there anything else? Do I need to sign something?"  

Josh started to panic. Their escape plan wasn't particularly well though out. He and Ronaldo were standing in the marble foyer; there was no way Logan and Josh would be able to sneak out. He would leave and hope his friends had the sense to figure out they should hide out until the footballer made his way to the bedroom or lounge before making a run for the door.

"No, sir. Enjoy your evening,"

I'm home free, Josh thought as he proceeded toward the door.

"What the fuck!"

Ronaldo's pleasant tone disintegrated and the roared as he grabbed Josh by the shoulder and spun him around.  Josh was too confused at first to realize that Ronaldo had spotted a pair of his underwear hanging out of Josh's back pocket.  Ronaldo effortlessly slammed Josh against a wall and held him in place with one arm while reaching into Josh's pocket with the other.

"What do you think you're doing?"  

Ronaldo's voice boomed as he held up the stolen underwear, demanding an answer. Despite his terror, Josh couldn't help but admire the absolutely amazing man standing in front of him. Ronaldo was over six feet of solid muscle and even in a suit it was evident that he was in prime shape. Most impressive was the fabric-stretching mound between his muscular thighs. They made such an inviting target.

"Oomph!"

Ronaldo gasped and loosened his grip on Josh mostly out of shock than pain. Josh's toe had collided dead center into Ronaldo's nuts and Josh could feel the bouncy organs deform slightly on impact.

"You little fuck!"

Ronaldo roared and for a second Josh thought he was going to lunge at him. Instead, he only stood with his face flush with rage, as he pointed toward the door. Josh let out a sigh of relief and had taken two steps toward the door when suddenly there was as riot of commotion in the foyer.

Logan and Frank had charged and lunged toward Ronaldo from behind.  Their combined weight - and the fact that Ronaldo was totally unprepared - sent the handsome footballer tumbling forward.  

"What the fuck, guys!" Josh yelled.

At his feet, Ronaldo was on his stomach, wrestling with Logan and Frank as the three men made a rolling pile of muscle around the room.  Ronaldo held his own against the tall blonde and the muscular Frank but they had the element of surprise. Frank was sending this fists crashing into Ronaldo's abs whilst Logan - wanting to gain an advantage over the giant Portuguese stud as quickly as possible - aimed for Ronaldo's throat and eyes with viscous punches and claws.

Chunks of fabric went flying and Josh quickly realized that Frank was actually ripping off Ronaldo's suit as they wrestled throughout the suite. Furniture went flying as they continued to melee. Ronaldo would occasionally succeed in shaking off the two but was knocked quickly to the ground by a sucker punch or a piece of the hotel's heavy furniture used as a weapon. Josh, realizing he was already in too deep, jumped into the fray, kicking at Ronaldo in the ribs as Frank and Logan continued to wail on him.

"Get off me!"

Ronaldo screamed in rage and for a moment it looked like he was going to simply stand and shake the three of them off like dandruff. Those plans were squashed as Logan's knee found his spread open crotch, sinking into the huge organs and causing Ronaldo's eyes to cross as he squealed.  Another knee landed then a fist. Logan and Frank were starting to aim almost exclusively for Ronaldo's bulge but it was becoming obvious that - even outnumbered - Ronaldo was eventually going to get the upper hand in a fair fight. Josh decided to make things decided less fair.

"Get off of him, quick!"

Logan and Frank stood up but before Ronaldo could react, Josh pulled out his taser and sent the terminals sailing through the air. They landed on his exposed, rippled abs, and the huge stud's body started convulsing. Every muscle in his body tensed up for the few seconds it took the hotel-issued taser to run out its battery. It was just enough time for the three men to act.

As Ronaldo lay recovering from the electric jolt, Josh, Logan and Frank made quick work of securing his arms over his head to the legs of the heavy leather couch.  After his bulging arms were tied with belts, lamp cords and whatever else they could improvise, they got to work on his legs.  Ronaldo was panting, still too dazed to understand what was happening around him which Josh and his friends used to their advantage. Frank had ripped one of the towel bars from the bathroom wall, and was delighted to find that the metal bar was the perfect length to act as an impromptu leg spreader. They tied it to his ankles using Frank's rope, effectively stopping him from closing his legs.

"What the fuck!"

Ronaldo boomed, now fulling aware. He struggled with his wrists but the were securely in place. As Ronaldo pleaded the three got on their knees and literally ripped Ronaldo's suit off of him, there were just sleeves and scraps of his undershirt remaining. His slacks had been ripped into confetti.  They stood up to admire their handy work and all three of them were raging hard in their pants. Ronaldo was splayed out in his back, naked except for a pair of white briefs, and they were awestruck by the site.

"Holy fuck he's hot!"

Ronaldo had gotten sweaty during the tumble so his olive skin was glistening with sweat. As he struggled with his constraints, his taught abs rippled like waves and his head gyrated back and forth as he spat out threats. Despite the fact that arguably the most attractive footballer was literally at their feet for their viewing pleasure, all eyes were mostly ignoring the display of muscle and were instead focused on the absolutely huge bulge in Ronaldo's underwear. Each nut was easily the size of a small lemon, oblong and firm looking with an obvious outline. Above them was the thick, meaty outline of his donkey cock.

"You aren't really in a position to be making threats, right," Frank smirked.

He placed his toe between Ronaldo's legs and reared his leg back like he was going to make a kick.  Ronaldo's eyes turned into saucers and he attempted to close his legs but couldn't. He looked down over his corrugated abs at his mounding crotch, realized how vulnerable his manhood was, and for the first time since he had been ambushed felt genuine terror.

"Please, please don't..."

CRUNCH

CRUNCH

Frank tried to score a goal using Ronaldo's sack as a football over and over. His muscular legs were getting quite a workout and he could feel the incredibly dense stones warp slightly around his toe. Ronaldo pleaded and begged between screams as Logan stepped up.

CRUNCH!

Logan and Frank alternated punting the giant bulge as hard as they could. They relished the site of tears streaming down Ronaldo's chiseled face as his huge balls were violently kicked without any reprieve. Ronaldo's heavy, thick sack bounced wildly inside his shorts. Josh couldn't believe his eyes as he stepped forward. Ronaldo saw Josh lift his leg and screamed. 

"No!"

The handsome footballer's pleas were ignored as Josh stomped and stomped, grinding his foot each time like he was putting out a cigarette. He could feel Ronaldo's massive eggs bulge and flatten as they were crushed under his foot and his cock twitched with every membrane busting stomp.

CRUNCH

"Dude, wait up," Logan signaled.

The handsome blonde got on his knees between Ronaldo's legs and roughly grabbed a nut in each hand through the fabric. They felt absolutely huge, easily the biggest he had ever handled. He winked at the pleading athlete as he squeezed as hard as he could. It felt like he was trying to juice a lemon and his biceps bulged in effort.  Ronaldo tried desperately to escape, but all his gyrating did was make his muscular body look even more attractive to his tormentors. Logan kept up his squeezing for several minutes before standing up to give someone else a turn.

Frank literally leapt at the chance. He hopped into the air and landed dead center on Ronaldo's bulge. Ronaldo's eyes rolled backward and he let out a funny, deep grunt. 

SQUISH

Another leap.

SQUISH

And another.

"Hell yeah, crush 'em!"

Josh pulled his raging cock out of his slacks and started to stroking. Logan and Frank joined him even as they took turns alternating between jumping on Ronaldo's babymakers and kicking them. Frank enjoyed jumping since the extra force made Ronaldo's boys really flatten out, whilst Logan preferred the kicks since he could make out in great detail the sensation of Ronaldo's precious nuts warping around his foot, the vibration radiating up his shin.

Ronaldo pleaded and screamed, filling the suite was a rich baritone opera that was only making the stroking attackers more ravenous. Josh traded places with Logan and he and Frank simultaneously unloaded kick after kick into Ronaldo's crumbing nuts. They could feel his nuts were starting to give out and the frequency of their kicks became faster. They were wet from sweat from the exertion and there was literally no more than a second between kicks. They were kicking so wildly that they would occasionally deflect each other's kicks but they didn't care.

"Please!" 

Ronaldo was in hysterics and his pornographic bulge as being laid to waste.  Not wanting to miss out of he fun, Logan climbed onto the arm of the couch and told Frank and Josh to step out of the way.

"Let's crush this bulge!"

"Fuck! No! No!" 

Ronald shook violently, desperate to escape as Logan jumped off the arm of the couch and landed onto his junk. Logan thought he was going to cum at the loud, gross crunching he felt under his foot. Ronaldo's nuts were flattened into his pelvis at nearly terminal force.  Frank took a turn next, his shorter yet heavier body doing particular damage, followed by Josh.

By now Ronaldo, his face streaked with tears, was starting to black out. Josh, figuring that this might finally be the time the three got caught, decided to go out on a bang.  We had recalled a round stone sculpture on a table in the bedroom. He went to fetch it and could barely carry the basket-ball sized abstract blob of pure stone. The plaque attached to its pedestal called the piece 'The Reckoning'. It seemed like a fitting title.

"Guys, a little help!"

Josh was struggling to carry The Reckoning across the living room. It was literally just a large, polished rock. Logan helped Josh carrying the sculpture over to Ronaldo whose eyes opened in horror. The site of the heavy object hovering over his crotch was enough to snap him back into reality.

"Please! Don't, please! Please!"

"Oh fuck, do it!"

Frank's eyes rolled into his head and he hosed down Ronaldo's abs just at the prospect of what was about to happen. A puddle of jizz pooled in the trapped stud's navel. Josh and Logan did a brief countdown from three before letting The Reckoning fall.

SPLO-OOO-TCH

Ronaldo instantly blacked out, his handsome face etched into a permanent expression of pain and disbelief.  The stone made quick work of the huge bulge in Ronaldo's shorts. His testicles and penis got flatter and flatter and flatter, exploding one after the other, before the ball came to rest. The sculpture was so heavy that Ronaldo's pelvis nearly cracked from the weight of the impact,

Logan and Josh looked down at Ronaldo's perfect body, with an absolutely destroyed mush pile barely registering as a bulge in his once over-stuffed briefs.  It took only a few strokes with that glorious image in their sites before they both unloaded all over Ronaldo's face and pecs.