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.