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.