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

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