Rupture Fest 2020: Créature de Quatre

It was a balmy autumn Saturday morning and the gates of the City Country Club shimmered in morning sun. Despite the full parking lot, the golf courses and parlors sat eerily quiet whilst an ornate pole barn at the edge of the grounds was buzzing with excitement. To any of the people passing by the normally open gates, they would have just assumed the Club was closed for some fancy, yet otherwise normal, private event. In reality, Rupture Fest 2020 was about to begin.

Inside the large building, a theater-in-the-round had been setup around a raised circular platform and dozens of neatly dressed men sat patiently chatting excitedly among themselves, the whole scene awash in professional quality studio lights. At exactly 7 AM, the house lights dropped and only the center stage was lit by a large spotlight and nearly immediately the murmured chatter ceased and all eyes were fixated on the stage.

Soft music filled the room as a middle-aged, well dressed man with slicked black hair stepped onto the stage holding a microphone. Since everyone knew what was going to transpire in the coming days, there was no need for introductions and the announcer got right to work introducing the first act.

"Are you ready?" he asked the crowd

He was answered with a resounding "yes" from the crowd.

"Excellent. We have an extra special treat to kick off Rupture Fest 2020!"

The crowd erupted into cheers as the announcer exited the stage and four blonde, muscular men in their mid-twenties ran toward the stage. They were handsome, muscular yet lean gymnasts wearing tight white singlets that showed off every curve and contour of their well-trained bodies. To the delight of the audience, the gymnasts were sans underwear and their girthy cocks and meaty balls were clearly outlined by their skin-tight uniforms. As expected, all four of them were sporting truly massive equipment and the audience was literally drooling as the four youthful performers were mentally undressed by them. However, along with the double lumps of their testicles and the serpentine outline of their cocks, there was unusual an lump in all of their outfits.

As soon as all four had taken the stage, the music changed to a haunting, instrumental tune reminiscent of Cirque du Soleil. They stood stood around the periphery of the stage smiling and waving at the crowd and with a slight lurch the circular stage began to rotate, making sure that everyone would have an equally good view.

Despite the rotation, the well-trained troupe immediately started their routine. Two of the lads stood shoulder to broad shoulder in the middle of the stage with their muscular legs spread, giving the audience an even better view of their Lycra-bound equipment. More than a few eyebrows were raised by the strange tertiary bulges on each of the gymnasts' crotches.

They smiled and squatted to the ground as the third member placed a hand on each of their heads and - to the crowd's astonishment - began to lift his legs off the ground until his entire weight was being supported by the other two, his body extended in a plank as his core muscles rippled to maintain the pose. The music came to a rousing flourish as the fourth stud winked and smiled as he began to carefully walk up the back of the suspended performer as if he was a ramp.

The impressed crowd gasped and cheered as the fourth gymnast placed a single hand on the head of the third and - remarkably - started to lift himself into the air. Meanwhile the first two began to stand to to their feet as the fourth rose higher and higher until he was doing a single armed handstand supported only by the head - and thick neck and broad shoulders - of the third.  The crowd cheered as the two at the base of the human sculpture assumed a standing position with their arms casually at their side, seemingly unfazed that they were supporting the weight of their companions solely with their heads. Only a slight bulging of their trapezius gave any indication that they were exerting any kind of effort. All four athlete's muscles stayed perfectly still, showing off their sculpted body without even a hint at the enormous strain their cores, arms, legs and backs were under. It was literally a moment of male exceptionalism.

The stage slowly rotated several times, allowing the entire audience to get a proper look at the tower of muscle in front of them and virtually every pair of slacks was straining to contain the resultant throbbing cocks. After a few minutes of this teasing show, the announcer approached the stage holding a small black box.

"Aren't they beautiful?" he asked the crowd and was answered with riotous applause.

"Absolutely gorgeous!" someone shouted from the front row.

"These guys are paradigms of manhood, aren't they? What do you say we take them down a peg or two?" the announcer called out.

Everyone except for the stoically still gymnasts cheered.

The announcer held up the small box he was holding and walked around the full theater to make sure everyone could see what he was holding. It was a black plastic box with four small buttons in a row.

"You may have noticed that in addition to their donkey nuts, our performers are also packing something extra in their leotards. And I'm pleased to tell you that we have outfitted each of them with a remote activated explosive charge, the trigger to which is right here!"

The announcer held his controller high into the air as the crowd erupted into cheers. A few of the men had unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks to prepare for the ensuing carnage.

The announcer pressed the first button perfectly synchronized with a flourish in the music. There was a loud pop and the cute blonde jock at the top of the tower crossed his eyes and let out a hideous scream as the explosive in his crotch was detonated. Since he was essentially perpendicular with the ground, the resulting shower of ball and cock chunks drenched the three men under him, who barely flinched even as the man at the top finally lost his well-trained composure and toppled to the ground.  He lay clutching his blown open crotch as the remaining  three, covered in nut sludge, maintained their poses. The whole thing was quite impressive considering the disruption of a heavy mound of flesh falling off wasn't enough to topple the tower.

"Fuck yes!" someone called out from the audience.

"Do the other ones!"

"All at once!"

The announcer stood back and allowed the platform to complete a full revolution to ensure that the entire theatre got the same view before he pressed the second button. With a loud bang, the third gymnast who was perched on the heads of the other two unleashed an inhuman scream as his tight overstuffed pants exploded open. The two remaining gymnasts were plastered with the hot, gooey spray as the stud's massive nuts and cock were annihilated by the blast. Remarkably, his core tightened and his strong arms flexed and for several moments he was able to maintain his pose atop the heads of the other two before he collapsed to the ground.

Two of the hot acrobats were now rolling in agony on the ground as the stage completed another rotation. 

"Oh? What's this?" 

The announcer bent down to pick up a large fleshy object that had landed on the ground near the stage and instantly recognized what it was.

"Looks like someone lost his head!"

The audience hooted and cheered as the announcer held up the huge mushroom head of the stud who had just been nutted. After walking around the rotating stage so that everyone could see the dismembered head, the announcer tossed it back to the ground near the feet of the first row of chairs before proceeding to stomp it mercilessly.

"Fuck!" 

A handsome young ginger in the front row was showered by the resulting explosive mess. The stage completed another full revolution with the only intact pieces of the human tower still standing shoulder to shoulder, their legs spread to showcase their lemon-sized nuts and fat, meaty cocks. Despite the wails coming from their writhing comrades - and knowing they were about to be next - the two looked at each other and smiled - before turning their shit face grins to the audience.

"I think we outta' let these two go, don't you?"  the announcer asked as he motioned to put the controller away in his pocket.

"Hell no!" someone shouted.

"Fucking do it! Blow 'em to bits!" one of the remaining gymnasts called out as he looked longingly at his partner.

The two turned toward each other and kissed passionately giving the entire audience quite a show as the stage rotated. By now both of their cocks were rock hard and the fabric was straining to contain their combined foot and a half of cock.

"Let's see what this button does..."

The announcer pressed the third button and a blinding light flashed over one of the kissing athlete's crotch. The audience who was lucky enough to be directly in front of him was rewarded with a hail of tendril-like gunk as the blonde's animal-sized nuts were destroyed by the bomb. His cock spewed relatively large chunks several rows into the audience. The audience whooped as the young man's eyes rolled into his head and he collapsed into a heap, his partners tongue still extended into midair as if he was still mid-kiss.

The final stud had barely registered that his make out session had been abruptly ended before his crotch detonated sending a barrage of thick, partially liquified manhood spraying into the audience.  He had easily the most impressive package and it showed. Freed from the constrains of a sack, his junk was turned into a veritable fountain of gore.

"Shit! Fuck!"

A man sitting several rows back shouted out in surprise as goo splatted his face. Several others had been hit the leftovers of his cock and balls; a handsome man in the front row laughed as he wiped spaghetti-like strands off his face.  

The four de-sexed studs were screaming in a writhing pile of muscle and the audience rewarded their display of utter emasculation with whoops of delight - and some moaning - as several of them had stroked themselves off during the show.  As the audience cheered, a group of men dressed all in back rushed the stage and quickly hauled the muscular eunuchs from the stage.

"And that was just the opening act! Whose ready for more!" the announcer shouted.

The applause was thunderous.

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The title of this post was inspired by Créature de Siam (from Kurios : Cabinet of Curiosities by Cirque du Soleiel )