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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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