Rupture Fest 2020: Get Rid of That Junk REDUX

'Sandor' submitted this remixed version of his original story (here). Enjoy!

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Sandor hopped out of the back of his cab and darted toward the closed giant iron gates of the Country Club. The twenty-one year old was clearly frazzled with his hair in a wild mess and his 5'10" toned frame crammed into a mismatch outfit he had thrown on literally as he raced toward the door. Out of all the days to sleep through his alarm he though, none could possibly be worse than today.

Being invited to volunteer for Rupture Fest was a high honor among the internet's more extreme ball busting enthusiasts and he had been anxiously looking forward to it since he got his invitation nearly a year ago, yet here he was showing up several hours late.

Sandor ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to make himself look more presentable and straightened his shirt before he knocked at the blackened guardhouse window. Though Sandor could hear activity inside, no one came out for several minutes.

"Can I help you?" asked a towering burly security officer whose bulging muscles were almost breaking out of his tight white shirt.

He towered over Sandor and the young man instinctively took a step back, even as his eyes raced up and down the guards massive figure. He was at least 6'4", and every muscle was clearly outlined by his too-small shirt.

"I'm here for the Event,"  

Sandor handed the guard a white sheet of paper trimmed in gold leaf with only his name and a barcode printed in bold black letters. Sandor had coveted that ticket since the moment it showed up at his door so was a little annoyed with the guard gruffly snatched it away, nearly ripping it. The guard scanned the barcode with his phone and nodded.

"Hmm."

The guard went into his guardhouse and dialed a number. Sandor couldn't make out what was being said but the guard came out only a few seconds later and tossed the invitation back to Sandor.

"You're event is over, we don't need you anymore."

Sandor's heart sank. He placed a hand over the bulge in his purposefully too-tight jeans and put on his best pleading face.

"Officer, please! I've been looking forward to this forever and..."

The officer's stern face made it obvious he didn't care, though Sandor did notice his gaze was fixated on his bulge. Sandor took a step toward him and boldly placed a hand on the officer's heavy, thick metal baton that was in his waistband.

"Well you know what this Event is, don't you? I bet you could help me out,"

The officer's stoic expression slackened a bit and beads of sweat formed across his brow. A distinct tubular bulge started to appear in his black slacks.

"Um, hang on..."

The exasperated officer went back into the guardhouse and made another call. This one lasted longer than the first and Sandor strained to listen in.

"I don't care what you do with him, just get rid of that junk!" an annoyed voice shouted at the guard before the call was abruptly ended.

The guard reemerged and this time Sandor was sure the hunky guard was checking him out. He was sweating and seemed nervous like a kid preparing to do something he knows is naughty but didn't care. The guard licked his lips and motioned for Sandor to come into the guardhouse.

As soon as Sandor was inside, the guard closed and locked the doors and double checked to make sure the blackout shades were drawn. It was a small structure and the guard backed Sandor against a wall, all the while eyeing Sandor's bulging jeans. He pressed his left forearm against Sandor's neck, pinning him against the cold wall. Sandor's dick began to harden in the confined of his jeans.

Without warning the guard reached his huge calloused hand out and burred it in Sandor's jeans. Sandor let out a gasp as the guard's meaty fingers wrapped around his nuts, squeezing the life out of them like a vice. Sandor's nuts felt let they were going to pop, but instead of screaming Sandor moaned and reached out to put his hands on the guard's massive biceps and triceps, feeling up the muscles that were actively working to castrate him. 

Sandor choked out a "Thank you... sir," which only invigorated the guard and his hold on Sandor's balls. Despite the massive force deforming them, Sandor's well-conditioned balls held on.

"Strip!" the guard barked, releasing Sandor's neck.

Sandor gladly obeyed, stripping as sensually as possible, and was soon standing in front of the guard with his fat cock fully hard and his nuts drawn tight to his body. The guard's heart was racing as he pulled his baton out of its holster.

"You're really gonna..."

Before Sandor could finish egging on the guard - as if he needed it - the baton slammed into his nuts three times. Hard. 

WHACK, WHACK, SMACK!

He struggled to stay upright as the guard unleashed blow after blow, causing his sack to quickly turn pink and his balls to bounce violently. His knees buckled, but before he could fall to the ground the giant hand grabbed his throat, the fingers wholly encircling it.

"You aren't getting off that easy," the guard smirked maliciously, adjusting his grip on his baton. 

Holding a mostly limp Sandor, he kicked the boy's feet apart and brought the baton up again, hard, between Sandor's legs another five times. Sandor gasped and moaned, clutching onto the powerful hand suspending him as his cock spat out precum with each impact. The guard made eye contact with Sandor, blissed out between pain and pleasure, and the boy choked out another "Thank you, sir". Grunting with approval, the guard dropped him to the floor.

Sandor fell to his hands and knees, panting over the guard's feet.

"Clean my boots, bitch," the guard commanded as he pulled his tight shirt, damp with sweat, over his head to reveal his pecs and washboard abs. 

"I want them sparkling when they castrate you!"

Sandor happily complied, his dick jumping at the words. The guard grinned as Sandor enthusiastically tongue-bathed his leather boots, reaching over to take the occasional potshot with his baton at Sandor's reddening nuts from behind.

Satisfied at the spit-shine, the guard grabbed Sandor's hair and yanked him upwards into a sitting position. With a grin, he sent his heavy boot sailing between Sandor's legs. Sandor's eyes crossed and he moaned loudly as the guard punted his nuts again and again, until, after a particularly violent kick, Sandor's dick began to spew cum high into the air. Jets landed on the floor as well as on the guard's boots and slacks.

The guard let go of Sandor's hair, surveying the mess he had made. 

"Clean it up," he commanded and Sandor quickly got to work, panting as he licked cum off the boots and the floor under the guard's demeaning eye.

When he sat back up, he gasped, watching the guard pull his massive cock out of his slacks. It was over a full foot of meat, thick, and with two large pendulous nuts dangling below. The guard grabbed the back of Sandor's head and forced it forward onto his dick.

Sandor choked and sputtered as the meat was forced down his throat, but couldn't stop the guard as he skull fucked him. Instead Sandor was just forced to open his throat as pulled harder, forcing Sandor to deep throat the huge pole. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes but he kept eye contact with the guard, who was having the time of his life watching Sandor choke on his meat.

The guard nudged Sandor's legs apart with his spit-slicked boot, and then, finding his swollen nuts, pinned them between the boot's rough tread and the cold, unyielding concrete. Sandor's eyes went wide, but he whimpered, nodding, as he tried to get out a "pweese shir" around the meat in his mouth.

The guard just smirked as he began to apply pressure to Sandor's balls. The guard savored it as he slowly deformed the nuts on the floor. Sandor whimpered and moaned, sucking the best he could as the guard roughly slammed his head between the hairy, musky base of his cock and halfway mark, always keeping the head of his cock deep in Sandor's throat.

Sandor could feel his balls flattening, deforming up into the patterned tread of the guard's boot. He had been expecting to be nutted in front of a crowd of jeering, horny men, but he was almost happier to be castrated here for the pleasure of this bull of a man.

Sandor's nuts were crushed to less than half their normal shape and he whined in gut-wrenching agony.  His dick, still hard after his last load, liberally leaked a stream of precum onto the guard's boot. With a grunt of pleasure, the guard grabbed Sandor's head and pulled it to the base of his cock, forcing Sandor's nose into the musky hair at the base. He held Sandor there as his orgasm overtook him, spewing jet after jet of cum into Sandor's stomach. He leaned forward onto his boot as he did, increasing the pressure on Sandor's nuts

Sandor moaned loudly as he felt the guard's incredible weight settle further onto his balls, which were now a third of their normal diameter. Tears streamed out of his eyes as the guard pulled his wet dick of out Sandor's mouth with a loud POP.

He pulled Sandor's head instead to his large balls, which Sandor instantly began to suck. He pulled one into his mouth, they were too big to fit both, gently worshipping the guard's balls as he crushed Sandor's own. 

"Please, sir," he panted. 

"Please break my balls," he begged, staring up at the guard as he worshiped his big balls.

The guard just grunted in pleasure, stepping forward hard onto Sandor's balls. Sandor moaned loudly as his balls distorted, until they both heard the twin cracks of Sandor's balls fracturing. Sandor came instantly, again painting the guard's boots with cum, and the guard pushed just a little harder for good measure.

The guard knelt down in front of Sandor, roughly feeling up his balls as Sandor sat, still dazed. The guard found both nuts still intact, but with prominent fractures running around their edges. Sandor moaned in pain as the guard prodded the broken bits of his balls, but his dick was still, somehow, rock hard.

Seeing his slacks and shoes covered in cum, the guard quickly disrobed, pulling down his slacks and throwing his boots off. Sandor watched, dazed, gently feeling his broken balls and stroking his shaft.

Naked now, the guard grabbed his sweaty socks, balled them up, and shoved them into Sandor's mouth. Sandor moaned as the heady, masculine smell filled his mouth and nose, then jumped as the guard smacked his balls with his now bare foot.

The guard hauled Sandor up and over, flipping him over so his face was down on the concrete, his ass up in the air. The guard placed one foot over Sandor's face and head, pinning him to the floor. He moaned happily as the guard's toes curled around his nose, filling it with that sweaty smell.

The guard pointed his dick, wet with Sandor's spit, down at his asshole and thrusted down, spearing open the tight hole with his meat. Sandor moaned out loudly as the guard pushed down to the base, feeling the massive pole push his insides open. He could even feel his stomach bulge out as the guard ground his hips into Sandor's, but he couldn't move at all under the immense pressure of the guard's foot.

From where he was pile-driving Sandor, the guard could see his balls, red and bouncing and unguarded as he was fucked. He took advantage of the position to smack, flick, and twist the balls, causing Sandor to moan in pain through the socks as his fractured balls magnified the pain more than tenfold.

The guard continued to fuck Sandor hard, until he could feel his orgasm building deep within his balls again. He shifted his foot slightly, allowing Sandor to look up at him as he took one of Sandor's balls in each hand. He put each between his thumb and pointer finger, looking small even swollen in his meaty hands. Sandor, instantly understanding, began to nod and whine frantically under the guard's foot.

The guard just smirked at Sandor. 

"You're welcome, bitch," he sneered, as he poured all of his strength into crushing Sandor's balls.

He grunted, all his muscles standing out in perfect display as he flattened Sandor's balls like a pair of grapes. He felt each explode beneath his fingers, causing him and Sandor to both cum immediately.

Sandor painted his final load across the concrete as the guard filled his insides with hot cum. Sensing that Sandor was about to pass out, the guard grabbed Sandor under his arms and hoisted him against the wall. Sandor was intoxicated by the guard's masculine scent as he slammed his rock hard knee one final time into Sandor's crumbling nuts.

"Fuck yes!"

SPLISH

The guard's cock continued spewing cum like a hose as he felt Sandor's already dented sack catastrophically lose its shape under his knee. Sandor's sack was now full of nothing but mush.

Best day ever... Sandor thought as he collapsed into the guard's strong arms with a smile.

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Rupture Fest 2020: Hot Or Not?

VICTIMS: Darren Criss, Jacob Artist, Jake, Tyler, Oscar

Victims So Far (click a name to go to his story): 4 Unnamed Gymnasts, Omar, Jan, Andrej, Don, Alex, Bryce, Mike, Boomer Banks, Thomas, Marco, Lucas, Sandar (showed up late)

Five men stripped naked stood waving and smiling in front of an excited audience of men. In contrast to the contestants, the audience were mostly wearing slacks and button up shirts or polos, standard attire for a country club, only most of them were sporting tents in their pants as they literally salivated at the smiling men on stage. The phrase 'Hot or Not?' was glaring from a large display at the rear of the stage and in the middle of the stage were five metal stools attached that were bolted securely to a merry go round like disc shaped platform. In front of that platform was a device that looked like a studio camera on a tripod and it, like the platform, was a glossy, modern white that gave the whole affair an upscale appearance.

As high tempo music played  and spotlights swirled to hype up the crowd, two of the contestants were standing shoulder to shoulder alternating between waving at the crowd and giving each other knowing high fives. The crowd instantly recognized them as Darren Criss and Jacob Artist from their roles on the television series Glee and the pages of pop culture magazines. 

Darren Criss, 33

Jacob Artist, 28

Twenty-eight year old Jacob towered over the other contestants and his bronze skin shimmered under a sheen of sweat caused by the studio lights that further highlighted his rippled body. Beside him Darren flashed his boyishly handsome smile, waving with one arm whilst cupping his massive balls with the other. Both Jacob and his one-time co-start were packing truly impressive packages that seemed even bigger than any internet gossip had suggested. The two buddies were clearly soaking in the crowd's admiration for their chiseled bodies.

Darren and Jacob may have bought celebrity excitement, but the other three men on stage were garnering an equally rowdy reaction from the crowd. Jake was thirty-two with a handsome, albeit aged face hidden by the brim of his hat. At six foot tall, he was only slightly shorter than Jacob and his heavy sack swung as he waved at the crowd. Nearby was Tyler, a beautiful thirty-four year old who seemed to stand taller on the stage than his five foot ten inch frame, his dark black hair perfectly quaffed and his massive cock jutting toward the audience at full attention, throbbing as if some lucky watcher was about to be sprayed with jizz. Rounding out the contestants was Oscar, the shortest guy on stage  but easily rocking the biggest, fattest cock at nearly twelve inches semi-hard. The thin, fit lad's plump nuggets were tight against his incredibly inflated dick which he was pumping with both hands much to the crowd's delight. 

Jake, 32

Tyler, 34

Oscar, 28

The crowd's excitement had reached a fever pitch by the time the music had faded and a single spotlight shone on the stage. A sharply dressed emcee strolled out and was greeted with thunderous applause as Darren and the rest of the men on stage circled around him clapping. 

"Gentleman and not-so-gentle men, welcome to Hot Or Not!"

The handsome emcee worked the crowd up as a virtual army of black-clad men descended on the stage and quickly got the five contestants into position. Oscar, Tyler, Jake, Darren and Jacob were seated on the stools with their legs spread wide open with a spreader bar cross their thighs that was anchored to the round platform and their arms tied behind their backs. Despite their incredible vulnerability, all of them were grinning almost defiantly at what was to come. The stage hands worked silently as the young emcee explained the rules. Hot or Not was a game where the audience would be presented with each splayed contestant and would cheer their approval on how hot - or not- they felt the contestant was. At the end of the round, all five juicy sacks would be heated with microwave energy corresponding to how 'hot' the crowd had rated them. The display on the stage would show off the decibel rating of the cheering each guy received. The emcee ran his hand across the camera-like microwave emitter as he continued.

"We will show you each guy one at a time and you cheer for who is the hottest. Or whose nuts you want to see roasted into a puddle! The last guy with anything left gets an extra special treat!"

The emcee was so neatly dressed that few noticed that he was actually wearing heavy black boots - not the tidy dress shoes expected of his outfit - until he stomped them onto the stage with a loud echo. The crowd whooped in delight and the game began.

"Bring it on!" Darren shouted.

The circular platform started to slowly spin until Oscar was facing the crowd. His huge cock was rock hard and leaking and his balls were pressed tightly against his body.

"Round one! Presenting Oscar!"

The crowd erupted into cheers  as Oscar grinned and flexed his taught abs. After a brief whiles the platform rotated until Jake was facing the crowd. Jake only sneered at them but that was enough for the audience to cheer him on, every eye fixated on his big, fat nuts.

Next up was Tyler who elicited the loudest most enthusiastic cheering of the night. His cock was still raging and his heavy nuts were resting on the seat of the stool between his thighs. The platform continued to spin until Darren was presented. Thunderous applause filled the room as Darren soaked in the audience's adoration for this hefty nuts and perfect torso. Half the guys in the room were dreaming about Darren fucking them wildly and the other half was envisioning Darren's muscles bulging as they plowed his bubble butt.

Last on the rotation was Jacob who was greeted with the loudest applause, whistling and cheering of the night.

"Looks like we have a winner!"

The emcee gave signaled to someone off stage. With a whir the television-camera looking apparatus began to make a low key, rumbling vibration that was barely perceptible at first. The platform slowly rotated until Oscar was positioned directly in front of the machine. Suddenly Oscar's eyes crossed and he let out a high pitched wail. Almost immediately his trapped nuts started to turn a rosy pink and distinct burning smell filled the arena. The machine went silent as the merry go round rotated until Jake's wide spread legs were positioned in front of the microwave emitter which again rumbled to life. Jake's nuts quickly became extremely hot and he bit his lip to avoid yelling out. The sensation lasted too long for comfort before the platform rotated to Tyler.

Ironically, hearing Oscar scream had made Tyler's cock steely hard and it pulsed as its base and his massive nuts were roasted by the invisible beam. Tyler let out a moan of pleasure as tiny welts appeared on his sack.  Darren was up next.

"Make me sing soprano!"

He gave the audience a goofy grin as the machine's microwave beam began to roast his nuggets from the inside out. The massive, fluid filled orbs seemed to visibly vibrate under the assault, though that could have just been the result of Darren's torso tensing as he moaned and screamed.

Despite the fact that his nuts felt like they were on fire, Darren broke into singing an octave scale, occasionally letting his voice creak comically high. The crowd roared at the effect.

Finally it was Jacob's turn. He took a deep breath as the machine seemed to take longer than usual to start up. He had 'won' the round so braced himself for the coming pain which he knew would be more intense than the others which were themselves quite painful judging by their reactions. Jacob, however was totally unprepared for what happened next.

He let out a falsetto scream that cause the audience to laugh but unlike Darren, Jacob wasn't performing. Every muscle in his taught body tensed as his mind was so overwhelmed by the boiling sensation in his massive testicles that he couldn't concentrate on anything left. His entire world was resting between his muscular thighs and it was on fire.

"Fuck!" 

He screamed as the beam roasted his nuts until they were puffy and reddened, the unmistakable smell of cooking meat lingered as the machine powered down. 

"Round one complete!"

The emcee roused the crowd to applaud as the merry go round platform rotated yet again until Oscar was facing his turn at the device.

"So, you all saw what happened to Jacob Artist's meatballs when he won. How about we flip the script and let the guy who got off the easiest really get his balls roasted!"

The crowd quickly came to a realization that they could control the fate of the ten trapped nuts on the stage. Is there a pair on the brink? Be sure to really cheer for that guy on the next round. Want a stud's nuts to live on for more abuse? Stay silent for a turn or two. Despite the ostensible power they had, there was already a large faction of the crowd who was eager to see Jacob Artists' huge stones melt away into goo and the small sample they had just seen only wetted their appetite.

The screen counted down for the next round and the audience gave Oscar a mild cheer. They collectively wanted to see his huge cock and nuts stick around for a bit. Next was Jake. The riotous cheering, whistling and stomping made it clear that most of the audience wanted to see the cocky dude's nuts get roasted. Tyler was given a reprieve for the round and Darren egged the audience to cheer.

"Come on guys! Melt my junk!"

Finally was Jacob.  The machine registered slightly more noise from the crowd than with Jake so again, Jacob was  going to get the strongest blast of head to his goods. The platform rotated slowly until Oscar was facing the machine. The base of his rock hard cock turned beet red as his nuts were cooked from the inside out. He let out a pathetic whimper as the machine finished with him. Jake, having come in a close second place, let out a blood curdling scream and shoot his head so violently that his hat went flying into the audience. His face was a mask of pain as his cum filled nuts rolled in their sack.  The amount of time each microwave blast lasted was the same, only the intensity would differ between rounds, but Jake was sure that this turn lasted much longer than the first. He was panting heavily as the platform rotated for Tyler's turn.

Tyler let out a yelp mostly out of surprise than pain as his package was cooked. His donkey cock slowly started to deflate as the platform rotated. Darren wailed in sick pleasure as his beefy nuts were boiled in their own juices, his abs rippled like a literal washboard and his cock jumped as more and more of his sperm were vaporized. 

Next it was Jacob's turn. The handsome actor quivered as the machine kicked into high gear. His bronze nuts turned an angry red and he could feel his testicles doing summersaults in his sack as the liquid heated and expanded without bound. Hideous blisters erupted on his smooth scrotum and he let out a loud, long drone of anguish as his cock and balls were burned  by the invisible beam. After what felt like an eternity the machine stopped and the platform rotated to Oscar to prepare for the next round. 

While there was still a large contingent of guys who were going to scream their loudest for Jacob Artist's whale nuts to be fried, a growing number of them also wanted to see Tyler's sausage get steamed. His thick, fat cock had gone almost entirely limp and was laying on top of this balls helplessly. 

The round began and Oscar was again given a reprieve, the crowd mostly silent. Jake was met with excited yet muted jeers but Tyler's package elicited huge cheers and clapping. Darren came in a distant second and Jacob, to his chagrin, came in a clear first. Again.

Oscar was rotated into position and his balls were zapped with painful, but tolerable energy. Jake's berries turned even more rosy and he his thick legs instinctively tired to close. Tyler's eyes crossed and he let out a gurgling scream as his cock took the brunt of the microwaves. Every capillary and tube was stretched to its limit by the rapidly expanding liquid in his fuck stick and by the time it was over his cock had inflated noticeably and was cherry red. A huge segment of the crowd wanted to see what would happen if his dong suffered even more abuse...

Darren's cool finally started to crack as his massive nuts were thoroughly roasted from the inside out. He let out genuine screams as his beefy sack was nearly destroyed in the most painful bout yet. Though, ever the performer, he was able to get out a final jeer before being rotated from the front of the stage.

"Try again, bitches!" He shouted. If he could, he would have grabbed his sore, swollen nuts and shaken them at the ravenous crowd.

Finally it was Jacob's turn. Every water molecule in his impressive cock and balls instantly heated to nearly boiling and his sack became bright red and puffed out violently. His head shook back and forth as welts pierced his sack. His huge cock looked like it was going to split open and by the time the machine was finished with him, he was crying and panting. His balls had clearly taken the worst abuse and it showed. his entire package looked like it had just been plucked from a grill.

Tyler one the next round and his soft cock had permanently swollen like an overcooked sausage and literally steaming precum oozed out of its head. Jake one the next two rounds, the audience eager to knock the stoic jock down a couple pegs. His meaty nuts were blistered and red and his brain was barely able to comprehend it. It felt like they were on fire even after the machine stopped.

Oscar one the next round and his massive two-handed cock finally deflated, which made a too-tempting target for the audience. Oscar and Tyler alternated between second and first place and their increasingly cooked sausages were looking absolutely ruined.

"Oooh!"

Oscar faded in and out of consciousness as his thick fuck pole burst open sending a plume of steam rising between his legs. His whole body spasmed as the beam continued to roast his package. His left nut, already swollen by rounds of heating, was the next to go bursting open with an audible 'pop' as the trapped pressure escaped all at once.  The microwave emitter came to a stop only this time the platform did not rotate. As several stage hands stood by waiting to swoop in and take Oscar from the stage, the emcee walked between Oscar's legs and gave the audience a cheeky grin before lifting his foot and sending it crashing over and over into Oscar's crotch. The pelvis-splitting force was too much for what was left of Oscar's genitals and both of his nuts exploded into goo. His burst cock was flattened. The crowd roared as Oscar was quickly removed from the stage and carried off for treatment.

The platform rotated to Jake. By now all of their nuts had been thoroughly roasted and Jake's berries felt like they were going to melt away. He had won this round and wasn't entirely sure he was going to survive it, especially after what had happened to Oscar. Jake screamed as his boys were boiled alive and he thought his nuts were going to burst open just before the machine powered down and it was Tyler's turn. Tyler's fat cock had miraculously gotten semihard, jutting out pathetically and charred over his roasted nuts. Sperm, blood and water boiled and membranes in his nuts started to break as more and more chambers burst from the pressure.

"Fuck!"

Tyler's eyes bugged out as his cock let out a huge, final spurt of steaming hot jizz. It landed with thick wet splats all over the stage and his cock was still shooting as his scrotum erupted open and its boiled insides came oozing out. The emcee summarily stomped Tyler's crotch until his cock was a crumpled, ruined mound of flesh before stepping aside and letting the staff clear him away.   

Darren was next and his massive, swollen, red and bleeding nuts barely held their shape as unbelievable pressure build inside. It felt like he was being kicked in the nuts by a bull but the cocky jock was able to keep a sick smile on his face throughout his turn. Last for the round was Jacob Artist who had taken the most collective abuse .  His package was a charred looking ruin on the brink of utter collapse, but somehow it miraculously survived the round and the hysterical stud had just started to breath a sigh of relief when the machine started to rumble. 

The lights in the arena dimmed and the emcee, though keeping his cool, was clearly confused and slightly alarmed.

"Ooooh!"

Jacob's nuts started to violently jiggle and bounce and his super heated cock started to swell. The lights  dimmed again and the panel display above the stage went dark. Smoke began to rise from the microwave emitter and Jacob's entire body tensed up brilliantly highlighting every gym-toned muscle as he screamed in a tortured castrato. His heavy genitals continued to swell and the blisters that covered his sack and shaft started rupturing. The overheating machine was making a loud drone and Jacob stared into the audience in horror just as his entire oversized manhood exploded. Violently. 

"Ahh!"

A man standing near the stage and jacking to Jacob's demise was hit in the face with a steaming hot spray of gunk. He screamed - mostly out of shock than pain - as did several others who were showered with the steaming tendrils and chunks that gushed out in all directions. Jacob continued to scream and scream as aides rushed to the sleek, gunk covered microwave emitter, finally silencing the malfunctioning machine. There was absolutely nothing left of Jacob Artist's beautiful equipment except for the hot mess that had sprayed all over the audience and the stage. He was drooling and moaning as he was carried away.

"Oops, that wasn't supposed to happen," the emcee laughed.

The audience chuckled.

"I guess Jacob Artist has left the building, haha. And our microwave contraption is clearly out of commission... but we still have two more sets left."

The platform rotated until Jake was facing the audience. His beet red, ridiculously puffy nuts and purplish-black cock was sitting heavy between his legs. The emcee winked at him as he placed his heavy boot on top of them and started to press down, crushing Jake's softened equipment between his boot and the top of the stool. Jake threw his head back and wailed as his balls and cock got flatter and flatter. The internal structure of his junk had been horribly weakened by the pressure and heat from his previous rounds of the beam and they were barely holding up now against the pressure of the emcee's boot.

"Crush it! Crush it!"

Darren, his own huge balls on the brink of collapse and his throat hoarse from screaming, was actually egging the crowd into a chant. 

"Crush it! Crush it!"

Jake's eyes bulged as a loud double splish signaled the absolute end of his balls. His thick cock was flattened but was at least recognizable unlike the burnt, mushy gloop dripping off the emcee's boot. Like clockwork, the stage hands descended on the stage and ushered Jake off of the stage, his inhuman screams echoing long after he had been taken backstage. 

Only Darren was left. The stage rotated until he was facing the audience.

The emcee lifted his leg and placed his boot on top of Darren's puffed, red and oozing sack. They had been roasted and steamed so much they were barely holding their shape. There was no way they would survive even a mild stomping.

"Fuck yeah man!"

Darren locked eyes with the emcee and gazed so intensely into his eyes that the handsome young presenter felt his heart flutter. This awesomely handsome actor was literally begging for his balls to be crushed.

The emcee started to apply a slight bit of pressure and Darren threw his head back and let out a howling sound midway between a laugh and a scream. Darren's package flattened under the heavy, grinding boot and Darren's eyes crossed as he drooled, unable to even process what was happening anymore.

SPLISH

The emcee kept pressing into the stool.

SQUICK

Darren's last nut just collapsed into nothing, a hot pile of mush.

SPLOSH

Darren gave the emcee a look of pure ecstasy as his abused dick flattened to a quarter inch, bursting open and spilling its chunky insides all over the stool. The emcee smiled as he lifted his boot with strings of testicle hanging from it like stalactites.

"Guess he'll be singing soprano from now on!"

Everyone laughed.

Rupture Fest 2020: Get Rid of That Junk!

VICTIMS: Sandor

Victims So Far (click a name to go to his story): 4 Unnamed Gymnasts, Omar, Jan, Andrej, Don, Alex, Bryce, Mike, Boomer Banks, Thomas, Marco, Lucas

I got a late submission for Rupture Fest and couldn't pass up the chance to bust his balls. Enjoy!

Sandor hopped out of the back of his cab and darted toward the closed giant iron gates of the Country Club. The twenty-one year old was clearly frazzled with his hair in a wild mess and his 5'10" toned frame crammed into a mismatch outfit he had thrown on literally as he raced toward the door. Out of all the days to sleep through his alarm he thought, none could possibly be worse than today.

Being invited to volunteer for Rupture Fest was a high honor among the internet's more extreme ball busting enthusiasts and he had been anxiously looking forward to it since he got his invitation nearly a year ago, yet here he was showing up several hours late.

Sandor ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to make himself look more presentable and straightened his shirt before he knocked at the blackened guardhouse window. Though Sandor could hear activity inside, no one came out for several minutes.

"Can I help you?" asked a burly security officer whose muscles were almost breaking out of his tight white shirt.

He towered over Sandor and the young man instinctively took a step back.

"I'm here for the Event," 

Sandor handed the guard a white sheet of paper trimmed in gold leaf with only his name and a barcode printed in bold black letters. Sandor had coveted that ticket since the moment it showed up at his door so was a little annoyed with the guard gruffly snatched it away, nearly ripping it. The guard scanned the barcode with his phone and nodded.

"Hmm." 

The guard went into his guardhouse and dialed a number. Sandor couldn't make out what was being said but the guard came out only a few seconds later and tossed the invitation back to Sandor.

"You're event is over, we don't need you anymore."

Sandor's heart sank. He placed a hand over the bulge in his purposefully too-tight jeans and put on his best pleading face.

"Officer, please! I've been looking forward to this forever and..."

The officer's stern face made it obvious he didn't care, though Sandor did notice his gaze was fixated on his bulge. Sandor took a step toward him and boldly placed a hand on the officer's heavy, thick metal baton that was in his waistband.

"Well you know what this Event is, don't you? I bet you could help me out,"

The officer's stoic expression slackened a bit and beads of sweat formed across his brow. A distinct tubular bulge started to appear in his black slacks. 

"Um, hang on..."

The exasperated officer went back into the guardhouse and made another call. This one lasted longer than the first and Sandor strained to listen in.

"I don't care what you do with him, just get rid of that junk!" an annoyed voice shouted at the guard before the call was abruptly ended.

The guard reemerged and this time Sandor was sure the hunky guard was checking him out. He was sweating and seemed nervous like a kid preparing to do something he knows is naughty but didn't care. The guard licked his lips and motioned for Sandor to come into the guardhouse.

As soon as Sandor was inside, the guard closed and locked the doors and double checked to make sure the blackout shades were drawn. It was a small structure and the guard backed Sandor against a wall, all the while eyeing Sandor's bulging jeans.

Without warning the guard reached his huge calloused hand out and buried it in Sandor's jeans. Sandor let out a gasp as the guard applied every bit of his considerable strength into crushing his nuts. Sandor's nuts felt let they were going to pop, but instead of screaming Sandor moaned and reached out to feel the guard's huge bicep, literally feeling the thing that was actively working to castrate him.  The guard was clearly putting in all of his strength but Sandor's well-conditioned nuts stood up to the test. 

"Strip!" the guard barked.

Sandor gladly obeyed and was soon standing in front of the guard with his fat cock fully hard and his nuts drawn tight to his body. The guard's heart was racing as he pulled his baton out of its holster.

"You're really gonna..."

Before Sandor could finish egging on the guard - as if he needed it - the baton slammed into his nuts over and over. He struggled to stay upright as the guard unleashed blow after blow, causing his sack to quickly turn pink. Finally Sandor couldn't take it and fell to his knees.

The guard wasted no time and promptly sent his heavy boot sailing between Sandor's legs. Sandor's eyes crossed and the guard punted his nuts again and again. The guard was grunting and sweating with effort and Sandor's nuts tried to maintain their shape until - after a particularly violent blow - both of Sandor's nuts imploded.  The whole thing took less than twenty minutes but for Sandor it felt like an infinitely long twisted mix of pleasure and pain. Sandor's eyes crossed and the hunky guard pulled his cock out of his slacks. Despite the world altering pain, Sandor was shocked at the truly massive pole the guard was stroking. 

Sensing that Sandor was about to pass out, the guard grabbed Sandor under his arms and hoisted him against the wall. Sandor was intoxicated by the guard's masculine scent as he slammed his rock hard knee into Sandor's crumbling nuts.

"Fuck yes!"

SPLISH

The guard's cock started spewing cum like a hose as he felt Sandor's already dented sack catastrophically lose its shape under his knee. Sandor's sack was now full of nothing but mush. 

Best day ever... Sandor thought as he collapsed into the guard's strong arms with a smile.

Sandor, 21

Read Sandor's remix of this story here.

Rupture Fest 2020: Totally Fucked!

VICTIMS: Boomer Banks, Thomas, Marco, Lucas

Victims So Far (click a name to go to his story): 4 Unnamed Gymnasts, Omar, Jan, Andrej, Don, Alex, Bryce, Mike

A small crowd had gathered around a stage in one of the Country Club's pole barns. Bright lights beamed from the tall ceilings and a long, elaborate contraption took up most of the stage, but it was covered by a sheet and the waiting men wondered what was in store for them. Two giant video screens had been setup, each broadcasting a portion of the mysterious shrouded machine so that everyone could get a good look on what was about to happen. The anticipation had reached a fever pitch when the house lights suddenly dimmed leaving only the stage awash in warm yellow light and techno music began blaring from unseen speakers.

The crowd erupted into cheers as one of the Rupture Fest emcee's appeared on the stage smiling and waving. The cheeky ginger was clearly enjoying his hero's welcome and bent down to shake hands with the men closest to the stage.

"I'm Blaine and welcome to Totally Fucked!" he announced.

Like clockwork, a swarm of black-clad event assistants hopped onto the stage and removed the cover off of the machine. It was a confusing mix of tubes and machinery though keen eyed audience members quickly recognized the glinting metal structure of a blender-like blade apparatus inside two of the tubes and even though they weren't entirely sure what was about to happen, they were excited by the prospect.

No sooner as the machinery had been uncovered than four handsome, naked men were led onto the stage, all of them smiling despite the fact that they're arms were bound behind their backs as they were escorted by taser-wielding guards. Once they were on the stage, they stood shoulder to shoulder flexing and waving to the crowd's delight and Blaine took a moment to introduce them down the line.

Thomas, 29

Marco , 43

Lucas, 36

Boomer Banks, 40

First up was Thomas, the youngest of the bunch, was a svelte toned modestly hair chap with a fat pair of low hangers and a boyishly handsome goateed face. Next was Marco, the tallest at just over six feet. Marco had a crown of neatly styled black hair and a ruggedly handsome, stern face that complimented his muscular body. He would have a been a catch even either way, but the massive equipment swinging between his legs made him easily one of the hottest guys on the stage. Beside him was Lucas, a thirty-six year old with washboard abs and a truly ridiculous cock hanging nearly eight inches completely flaccid over his juicy nuts which he cradled with one hand to show them off whilst waving to the crowd with the other. Last up was Boomer Banks. Many in the crowd thought they recognized the handsome Mexican by his distinctive good looks, heavy tattoos and massive cock, but when Blaine confirmed that the man was indeed the legendary porn star the crowd went wild. Collectively gallons of cum had been spilled by the audience dreaming about Boomer and here he was in the flesh.

After the crowd settled down a bit, several stage hands swooped in and quickly got the four into position on the strange contraptions. Boomer seemed a bit nervous as he was positioned, but it was clearly too late to change his mind.

As the staff readied the game, Blaine explained the totally fucked up rules of Totally Fucked. Boomer and Marco would be fucking Thomas and Lucas, respectively, and in keeping with the spirit of the weekend, there would a be a genetic-line-ending twist to the affair. Thomas and Lucas would be bent over a wooden stool, shackled in place with their muscular bubble butts waiting to be plowed. Their cocks would be trapped in clear tubes with a spinning blade at the end that would do serious damage if it collided with their still-soft cocks. A mechanism behind it would slowly push the blade assembly deeper into the tube meaning that even if the horny bottoms somehow managed to stay soft, their cocks would still eventually be turned into hamburger. Meanwhile, Boomer and Marco's ankles were also chained to the stage forcing the raging-hard studs to be perfectly positioned behind their bent-over bitches. Their plump balls had been bound with rubber rings, forcing them to bulge obscenely from their bodies and then stuffed into clear plastic tubes jutting straight up from the stage. A metal piston positioned at the stage floor was ready to rise up until it met the four trapped testicles.

"So the point of this game is simple. Our tops are going to try to fuck their bottoms' brains out as fast and as hard as they can or else otherwise..."

The piston under Boomer's balls suddenly rocketed upward, stopping just short of crashing into his hot Latin nuts. The crowd roared as the mechanism retracted.

"Meanwhile, the spinning blades in Thomas and Lucas' cock tubes will come ever forward, so the better our tops do at fucking the harder their cocks will get and the faster they'll be turned into dog food!"

The crowd roared with laughter. Blaine went on to explain that the only thing that would stop Boomer or Marco's balls from being pancaked was that if the blades made contact with their bottom's cock, giving a perverse incentive to fuck like their balls literally depended on it.

"Oh, and because this is Rupture Fest, after all, if Boomer or Marco actually bust a nut inside Thomas or Lucas, this will happen..."

Blaine made a signal with his hands and a piston rocketed out of the stage floor toward Thomas and Lucas' fat, hanging nuts, stopping just millimeters from making contact.

"Gentleman! On your marks, get set... go!"

Boomer Banks reached out, grabbed Thomas' broad shoulders like a carnival ride, and plowed his horse cock balls-deep, wincing a little at Thomas' insanely tight hole. Thomas gasped and moaned and his cock almost instantly started to react as his prostate was expertly drilled. Meanwhile, Marco grabbed Lucas by the hair and pulled his body forward as his cock slammed into him. Lucas wailed in pleasure and pain as his guts were invaded by Lucas' enormous cock.

Every cock in the audience was freed from their slack prisons as the cheering crowd stroked and watched Boomer and Marco's expert fuck fest. Even Blaine's tailored black slacks were straining. The pistons under Boomer and Marco's sack slowly rose from the floor and the two had been fucking without mercy for several minutes before the bottom of the rod even touched their balls.  Lucas and Thomas were being expertly fucked and their cocks were quickly swelling inside their tubes.

Thomas moaned in terror and pain as his massive cock sprang to to its full harness thanks to Boomer Bank's awesome fucking. Unfortunately that meant his cock was growing ever closer to the powerful spinning blades. Meanwhile, Marco was ramming his ten inch fuck stick expertly in Lucas' unprepared hole. Lucas screamed in ecstasy as his fat cock sprang to attention. When his eyes weren't rolled back in his head with pleasure, Lucas could look down at the tube that was encasing his cock and see the spinning blades inching ever closer to his increasingly raging cock. Despite Lucas and Thomas' best efforts, neither could will their cocks to not grow toward the blade.

Boomer Banks' balls were slightly larger than Marco's so he was the first to feel the growing pressure of the piston squashing his balls from below. He tried to ignore it, but it seemed like the piston was gaining speed the flatter his balls became. Boomer let out a wail of pain, but still fucked Thomas like an animal, as his juicy plums were compressed inside the tube. He was joined by a wail from Marco as his nuts started to be uncomfortably compressed. Marco and Boomer's overstuffed sacks were getting flatter and flatter as they desperately fucked the life out of Thomas and Lucas.

All four men were dripping sweat and the sounds of sex filled the arena.  Thomas' eyes rolled into his head as Boomer's well-trained fuck stick played his prostate like a fiddle and he screamed in pleasure even while his cock nearly filled the tube, his bulbous dripping head coming dangerously close to the whirring blades. Lucas had never been fucked better in his life and despite his screams of pleasure his mind was beginning to panic as he looked down to see his cock was practically touching the blender blades in the tube. He could feel the suction of air on his glands and knew the end was near but Marco's fucking was just too amazing to stop his body's reaction.

"Fuck me harder!" 

Lucas moaned and Marco obliged, gently teasing Lucas' hole with half thrusts. It was too much for Lucas and the handsome lad's cock twitched in pleasure before being entirely canceled out by a riot of pain. Lucas opened his jaw so wide there was audible pop as he let out a desperate shrill scream. 

A sick wet sploshing echoed from the tube around Lucas' cock and the cameras zoomed in so that the end of his massive cock could be shown in ultra high definitions on the monitors, much to the audience's delight. The whirring blades had latched onto Lucas' helmet shaped head and had quickly shredded it into nothing before being pushed further into the tube by the plunger like mechanism behind it. Lucas squealed and this athletic legs and torso thrashed as his cock was turned into chunky ground beef. Marco held down the bucking stud as he continued to fuck his brains out. Lucas nearly passed out after nearly half of his cock had been unceremoniously ground up, filling the tube with a gory, unrecognizable slosh. Yet the blade kept inching forward.

Marco screamed as his fat nuts were further compressed by the rising piston. They were barely half their normal girth and were turning an unhealthy shade of purple. Marco's fucking slowed as pain became the dominate sensation...

Across the stage, Boomer Banks was destroying Thomas' hole, desperate to get him excited enough to self-destruct his cock. Boomer's nuts looked decidedly unhealthy under the compression and it was all he could do to stay focused. He let out a girlish scream as a subtle 'splotch' marked the end of his porn career. Nauseating pain filled Boomer's guts as this sack was further compressed. Thomas screamed as Boomer's efforts finally paid off and his mushroom head collided with the blades. Ironically he was able to fire off a last desperate cum shot before his cock started to be turned into ground chunks. Thomas wailed and Boomer could barely stay focus as he let out a non-stop drone as his rotund gonads were compressed flatter and flatter and flatter.

SQUICK

Boomer's eyes crossed as his second nut split in his sack. Perhaps in a sign of desperation his still raging cock let loose one final truly epic load that flooded Thomas' wrecked guts. Boomer made a strange noise between a wail of bliss and a howl of pain as his twelve-spurt orgasm raged on. The first trickles of cum had barely left Thomas' ass when suddenly the piston positioned between Thomas' legs rocketed up from the stage.

BLOOOOSH

Thomas blacked out as his dangling nuts were impacted so violently that they exploded like a piñata, spraying the stage and Boomer with shattered gunk. Despite the devastation, Boomer's balls continued to be flattened and he desperately tried to get loose. 

"Oops! I guess I should have mentioned. The tops' balls won't stop being flattened until the bottoms' cocks are totally destroyed. I think in the intro I made it seem like contact alone would be enough,"

Blaine chuckled evilly as the blade chomping away at Lucas' huge cock munched away inch after inch. Unfortunately it wasn't fast enough for Marco and the handsome stud let out a high pitched scream as his nuts finally burst in his sack, but the piston was still rising. Inch after inch of Lucas' cock was destroyed as Marco's sack was compressed to the point of breaking open, which it did was a loud SQUICK.

Marco and Boomer Bank's nuts were being turned into mush. Boomer passed out just before the piston crushing his nuts came to a halt. The blades had finally finished devouring Thomas' dick, thought it was too late for Boomer's chance at having any kids. His massive eggs weren't a complete mush pile like Marco's but its permanently flat, blackish blue appearance made it obvious the handsome Mexican's porn days were over.  

SPLOTCH

The piston compressing Marco's sack came to a stop. It had gone as high up as it could yet Lucas' dick still had about an inch to go. The whirring of the motor and the wet splattering sound of Lucas' cock being destroyed filled the arena until finally his cock was completely destroyed and the machine came to a stop. A stunned silence filled the room before the crowd burst into applause. Virtually everyone watching had already blown their loads watching Boomer Banks himself rail a hot jock and most of them were getting hard again at the ravaged landscape on the stage. 

All four of them had passed out and only Lucas had an untouched pair of balls between his legs. Blaine was tempted to instruct the stage crew to send up the piston to blow apart those balls too, but since Marco hadn't been able to cum before his own balls exploded, he concluded 'rules are rules.'

The sound of mass stroking filled the room as the four desexed studs were removed from the stage.

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Scheduling Note: There will be about 5 more installments (I'm still jostling around the later chapters) of this story. They will be published on Thursdays with other stories sprinkled in :)

Rupture Fest 2020: One On Two

VICTIMS: Alex, Bryce, Mike

Victims So Far (click a name to go to his story): 4 Unnamed Gymnasts, Omar, Jan, Andrej, Don

After the excitement of the gymnasts and the castrating androids that had been enjoyed by the entire group, the rest of the events of Rupture Fest would be a la carte with guys choosing which events they wanted to see before culminating with the grand finale at the end of the weekend. There were simply too many nuts to crack in the limited time for everyone to be able to see everything.

A small group gathered in the Country Club's parlor sipping cocktails and waiting for the event to begin. In front of them standing against a stark white wall were two thirty-somethings with their arms tied behind their backs and their legs spread open, their ankles shackled to the wall. They were gagged but were otherwise looking out at the group of men admiring them with excitement. A third man, also naked, was standing in front of them and he, unlike them, was conspicuously unbound.

"Gentleman! If you'll all gather around the show is about to begin!"

A young blond emcee wearing a slick black suit announced. He was pushing a cart through the crowd toward the three naked lads but the contents were covered by a cloth. When he was at the front of the room standing in front of the restrained men, the emcee began. He introduced the three players before going into the rules. 

Mike, 35

Alex, 32

Bryce, 32

First was Mike, the only one of the bunch who wasn't restrained - a thirty-five year old olive skinned sculpted jock with a neat goatee and beard. The eyes of the watching audience followed every ripple of his abs until they landed on his rotund nuts and thick lazy cock between his legs. Next was Alex who was slightly taller than the other two, a youthful looking thirty-two year old with a cock that was enormous even completely flaccid, so big in fact that it almost distracted from his modest shaved balls. The last was Bryce, the shortest of the three but sporting a massive pair of egg shaped sex pods that hung low in his sack.

"And I'll be your host, Leon," the emcee finished by introducing themselves.

The crowd was clapping and cat calling as Leon made his way over to the cart.  He pulled the cloth off dramatically and revealed that it was full of instruments whose ball busting attributes were immediately obvious. A punching glove, brass knuckles, a wooden bat, pliers, pipe wrench and other assorted everyday objects that had clear ball busting implications. Mike picked up the bat and gave a cheeky grin to the crowd.

"The rules of this event are fairly straight forward. Mike here is going to single-handedly annihilate Alex and Bryce's sacks using any of the instruments on the table, but he'd better be quick..."

Leon pointed to a digital clock timer on the wall above Bryce.

"As soon as Mike starts, that timer will start. After he's done, some lucky audience member will have that same amount of time to try and wreck Mike! I trust you all got your raffle ticket on the way in?"

The crowd went wild and for possibly the only time in the history of Rupture Fest, everyone hoped that the contestants were truly balls of steel since that would mean more time could be spent beating the shit out of Mike's large jock nuts. There was only one more stipulated rule, Mike could only use one instrument of pain at a time and couldn't use his legs or feet, so kicks and knees were out much to the chagrin to those in the crowd who had been checking out his powerful legs.

Mike flexed his muscles and made his pecs bounce as he held the bat, showing off the raw power he was about to unleash on Alex and Bryce's babymakers.

"Fuck them up!" someone shouted.

Bryce and Alex were glistening with sweat and their hearts were pounding as Leon lead the crowd on a count down.

"Five..."

"Four..."

"Three..."

Mike took a batter's stance in front of Alex.

"Two..."

He firmly gripped the bat and swung it back.

"One..."

Leon pressed an unseen button in his pocket to activate the clock which rapidly started counting up down to the millisecond.

"Go!"

WHOOSH! CRUNCH! WHOOOOOSH!

Mike wasted absolutely no time sending the bat sailing into Alex's firm package. The bat was sailing back and forth so quickly that it made a loud, audible swoosh each time he recoiled it. Alex's eyes bugged in his head and screamed into his gag, but the muffled sound was lost on the cheering audience egging Mike on.

It didn't take long for Alex's nuts and cock to turn a bright red, but still healthy, shade. Mike glanced at the clock and set down the bat. He stood face to face with Alex and gave the quivering lad a wink as he reached forward and clasped a nut in each hand, squeezing and twisting as hard as he could without breaking eye contact. Alex's eyes crossed and his hips buckled, but Mike was having too much fun to stop. He knew trying to wreck Alex by hand would be an inefficient use of time considering the tools he had at his disposal, but his biceps bulged and he grinned as he felt Alex's orbs bulging in his hands. The sensation was enough to make his cock start to twitch.

Mike glanced at the clock after thirty seconds before heading to the cart and rifling through the tools. He had a pair of pliers in his hand but set them down, opting instead to outfit his already strong fist with the brass knuckles. Again, it wasn't the most efficient tactic but he wanted to really feel the balls he was destroying before moving on to the finale. He stood in font of Bryce and dropped to one knee so that he would be at the perfect height to draw his arm back and send it slamming into Bryce's hanging nuts. Bryce let out a horrified scream as his boys were pancaked between Mike's fist and the wall and welts in the outline of the brass knuckles erupted all over his sack. The first blow had barely landed before Mike pulled his fist back and send the second one flying. Like the bat, Mike's weapons of destruction were moving so quickly they were a blur. The audience loved watching every muscle of Mike's taught upper body tensed and flexed in effort and his handsome face was contorted into a permanent grin.

Although Bryce was excited to be being nutted at Rupture Fest, his body's defenses took over and his legs were desperately pulling at this chains to close his legs. Despite the effort, his thighs stayed spread and Mike's fist continued to flatten his nuts like pancakes. Mike could feel the sickening yet satisfying sensation of Bryce's swelling nuts sending shockwaves up his arm with each blow. Mike was fully hard and in a lustful haze as he glanced at the clock. Bryce's balls were looking quite unhealthy so Mike decided he should work to finish the job.

He stood up from Bryce and headed back to the cart retiring the brass knuckles and picking up the pliers instead. He squatted down in front of Bryce and ensnared his juicy, swollen right nut into the jaws the devise and began to squeeze. His bicep bulged as he applied deliberately slow force so that he could savor every second. Bryce's head shook violently and his stomach filled with fire as his nut became more and more flat. 

"Fuck yeah!" someone in the audience shouted.

As his right arm was busy destroying Bryce's nut, his left hand was stroking his rock hard ten-inch fuck stick using the copious amount of precum as a lube

Without letting up on the increasing pressure he was applying to Bryce's doomed nut and with his stroking increasing with speed, Mike looked up directly into Bryce's crying eyes.

"Oh, bro! This feels so fucking good!"

Mike threw his head back and moaned as Bryce's fat nut bulged obscenely in less and less space. Alex couldn't help but be turned on by the site of the hot jock stroking as he destroyed the helpless Bryce and his cock started to rise to attention. The audience cheered as Alex's equally large pole jutted out in front of his body.  Mike looked over and licked his lips, taking a moment from stroking to grasp the plier's with both hands. He winked at Alex has he applied all his might into closing the pliers. There was a barely audible squish and Bryce's eyes turned into saucers. 

"Christ!"

Mike was wracked by a convulsive orgasm so intense his abs looked like a literal washboard. He reflexively kept squeezing the pliers as his cock shot jet after jet of cum that painted the wall and Bryce's legs. When he was finished, mindful of the clock, Mike stood up and headed to the table, fetching a large head rubber mallet.

Bryce was barely aware as Mike pounded his last nut over and over into the wall. A few guys in the audience moaned as the came close to cumming themselves and Mike's eyes rolled into his head as a second mini orgasm wracked his body after he felt a distinctive pop from under the mallet. Bryce's boys were toast.

He was making good time, Mike thought as he glanced at the clock.

"Now it's your turn, stud!"

Mike faced Alex and was instantly turned on as he soaked in the site of his tone, smooth body and massive cock. He reached out and grabbed Alex's cock gently, stroking it as he serviced his own tool with his free hand. The two jocks moaned as Mike took the already excited Alex to the edge before abruptly grabbing Alex's cock with his other hand and giving the steely rod a devastating squeeze. Alex's moans quickly became wails of terror. Mike let out a wicked chuckle as he squeezed and twisted Alex's dong until it was an unhealthy shade of purplish blue. He released it and picked up the bat.

Mike teed up for a hit that was going to be so violent that his torso was rotated at its maximum. Alex let out a wail of terror as the bat sailed into his crotch, smashing into his cock like a hammer striking a nail. There was a loud crack and the bat continued unfazed until it slammed into his waiting sack. A bolt of pain seemed to fill Alex's entire body and his legs thrashed. His fat cock had been utterly destroyed and it was clear by the evil grin on Mike's face that the rest of his package wasn't far behind. Mike glanced at the clock and was impressed by his time. 

The cocky stud headed to the cart and donned a boxing glove on one hand. He again squatted in front of Alex and laughed at the site of his bent and broken dick.

"Yeah stud, I'm gonna flatten 'em,"

The site of the busted cock was enough to get Mike hard again and he stroked his dick with one hand whilst pounding Alex's sack with the other, pancaking them between the heavy glove and the wall. Alex's nuts compressed and warped as blow after blow came down on them, but to Mike's annoyance they kept their firm - though swollen - shape. Frustrated, Mike headed back to the cart and picked up the pliers. Not the most exciting way to nut a guy, but they had proven effective. He stood in front of Alex and placed a hand on his pec, tweaking his nipple while his other hand was squeezing the pliers around his fat left nut. Alex was in a pain induced stupor but couldn't help but give a grin as the handsome Mike gently played with his nipple with one hand while methotically destorying him with the other. It was quite the contrast...

SQUICK

Mike stopped playing with Alex's torso and instead concentrated both hands on finishing the task. Alex's last nut was quickly snuffed out, floating in chunks alongside its twin.

Mike turned to the crowd and gave a victory pose as four young men dressed in black appeared to untie Bryce and Alex and usher them away to the medical bay. Unlike the usual rapid precision of the Rupture Fest stage hands, these helpers seemed to be moving in purposeful slow motion. To his horror, Mike realized the clock was still counting up.

"Hey! Stop the clock! Stop the clock, mother fuckers!"

Two more stage hands appeared and restrained the increasingly agitated Mike as Bryce and Alex were slowly carted off stage. As soon as they were gone, with the clock still ticking up, Mike was put into Alex's former position with his legs spread, arms tied and meaty nuts dangling between his legs. As soon as the last stage helper had slowly left the stage, Leon stopped the timer.

The time read thirty minutes exactly.

Mike began to sweat as he eyed the viscous instruments on the table, though his cock stayed rock hard. His stone nuts could easily hold up to thirty minutes from these soft office worker types, he thought.

"So, now we get to pick the lucky winner!"

Everyone pulled out the tickets they had been given when they entered the parlor and Leon read off the winning numbers.

"That's me!" came a burly voice from the front.

Mike could barely make up the man from the glare of the lights but he seemed quite large; the image was horrifying yet hot and he was bracing himself when he heard someone else shout.

"And me!"

"Me too!"

"Same number here!"

Leon turned to Mike and gave him a shit faced grin before turning back to the audience.

"Ooops! Looks like we gave you all the same number. Guess that means all twenty of you get your half hour with our friend here!"

There was a cheer of delight. Mike was pouring with sweat as the first man took position in front of him holding the bat. He was a tall, solidly built man whose muscles were bursting out of his clothes and Mike - his cock still raging - steadied himself for the blow.

WHOOSH! CRUNCH!

Although the assault on Mike's manhood was technically supposed to last nearly ten hours, in reality his resoundingly tough nuts lasted less than an hour. Fists, bats, pipes and mallets rained onto his cock and balls with such ferocity that by the time his limp body was taken down, the wall and his abs were covered and dripping with what was left of his junk.