Rupture Fest 2020: Geysers!

VICTIMS: Pierre, Glen, Yifei

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), Darren Criss, Jacob Artist, Jake, Tyler, Oscar, Mark Lopez, Killian, Araf, DJ Zedd, Daniel Padilla, Dean Geyer, Max

A stage had been erected in one of the Country Club's halls and three young men bathed by spotlights were standing just a few feet apart with their hands behind their backs. They were lightly tied to cross shaped wooden structures affixed to the stage that forced their legs to stay spread. They were naked except for the youngest, a svelte blonde who was wearing a chastity ring around his junk with a metal cap clasped over his cock, forcing the shriveled thing to stay soft. In front of each contestant was a crotch-high pole with a heavy metal, spiked ball on its tip mounted to a track in the floor.

A well dressed announcer bounded onto the stage followed by three Rupture Fest event helpers whose all black uniforms were covered with a white lap coat. Each of them were carrying a small box and stood silently next to each of the restrained men.

"Gentleman, welcome! Let me introduce our fine young men who've volunteered to take place in a very unorthodox clinical trial,"

Glen, 19

Yifei, 25

Pierre, 26

Glen, a tall slim nineteen year old had impressive balls that were somewhat sandwiched by his chastity device, though his cock was totally obscured by the metal cap. Beside him was Yifei, a stout twenty-five year old Asian with a hairy belly and a mop of black hair covering his tight balls. Last for the experiment was a gorgeous twenty-six year old named Pierre, whose fat nuts were easily the largest on stage and his snake like cock was already starting to swell from excitement.

The lab coat wearing assistants pulled long syringes out of the cases they were carrying and crouched down to be at eye level with each of the player's genitals. None of them even flinched as all three of their sacks were poked and the entire contents of the syringes was inserted into their sacks, making all of them noticeably larger in the process. The needless were of medical grade sharpness and the technicians were highly trained; the shot wasn't intended to hurt. That part would come later. The technicians followed up with a second equally routine injection into each of the players arms before marching off the stage.

"Each of these lads has a proven ability to not just cum a lot, but to do so multiple times. Our friends at Consolidated Iridium AG's pharmaceutical division were nice enough to let us try out a new drug on them."

A murmur filled the room as the host continued.

"The drug doesn't have a name just yet, but we internally refer to it as SMB. Single Man Bukkake!"

Almost as if on que, Pierre and Yifei's cocks started to plump up, thick streams of precum leaking out like a sieve as they became harder and harder. Within minutes, Pierre's cock was at its impressive nine inches and Yifei's was a respectable, beer-can thick five. Their nuts were turning a rosy red and started to sag slightly as if the studio had suddenly become much hotter. Yifei and Pierre's faces were flush and every vein on their cocks was throbbing from the almost painfully hard erection, just the sensation alone was enough to fill them with nearly orgasmic pleasure and the two moaned softly as the drug cocktail took over their bodies.

Young Glen was having the same physiological reaction complete with warming balls and moans escaping his handsome lips, except his cock was trapped in the cage. Glen gasped as even in its trapped state, his cock started to become engorged, folding into itself as it struggled to break free. The metal cage, however, wasn't budging.

As the three continued to become more and more aroused, the announcer went on.

"See, these three are already porn-star level shooters but to make it even more interesting, we kept them sequestered for the last three days, forcing them to watch porn and get blown by some of the hottest volunteers we could find, but never being allowed to cum. Probably the longest edge session in history!"

The audience roared with approval as Pierre suddenly threw his head back and let out a deep, sensual moan as an enormous blast of jizz rocketed out of his throbbing cock. Some of the audience closest to the stage were actually struck in their faces. Despite the blast, Pierre's cock stayed rock hard. Yifei let out a pleasured squeal as his own meaty cock jerked and let out an equally impressive load. Glen, his cock still trapped, let out a tortured half-scream-half-moan as a river of cum started to ooze out from behind the metal cap on his trapped cock, forming a puddle at this feet.

The announcer chuckled.

"Our resident teenaged heart throb Glen insisted on staying in chastity to build up his juices but, we may have forgotten to tell him that we lost the key. Oops!"

The audience roared with laughter and jeers and Glen's eyes crossed as another massive load boiled in his loins. Next, the function of the metal spiked balls on sticks was explained. Each one was on a track that ended just beyond the  three's spread legs and had been perfectly calibrated so that, by the spiked ball made contact, it would crash into their cocks and balls, not stopping until they had traveled forward several more inches, a distance customized to each young man's physical build to guarantee that the ball wouldn't stop until it was flush with his crotch without regard to the soon-to-be splattered packages underneath. 

"Oh, and to give them a fighting chance any time the weights or the poles they are on get wet, they'll retract a little bit along the track. So as long as Pierre, Glen and Yifei can keep delivering those super soaking, rocket loads, the longer they can keep the crusher at bay."

Glen's eyes widened with terror. There was no way he could even stand a chance in this scenario.

"Gentlemen, you may remove your hands from behind your backs. On your marks. Get set. Stroke!"

There was whirring of gears as the three crushing spheres started to move forward with considerable speed - and force. Pierre was stroking his cock with both hands furiously, grunting in effort. He was immediately rewarded with a rope of semen that drenched the machine moving toward his balls. It stopped briefly and retracted before moving forward again.

Meanwhile, Yifei had painted his target twice and the mechanism stopped and retracted slowly, almost indignantly, before it was allowed to move forward again. Pierre was pumping his cock, bucking his hips and screaming in pleasure as yet another load soared from his cock in a long, elegant arch, showering the machine like rain. The drugs were doing a marvelous job, but even without them all three of the lads were proven shooters and the thrill that they were literally shooting to save their manhood gave each stroke and blast an extra layer of exhilaration. Except for Glen.

Glen rocked his head back and convulsed as another trapped load oozed out from behind his devise, landing with loud wet plops at his feet. The puddle was getting quite large, unfortunately none of it was rocketing out with his usual wall-painting distance and the machine approached him faster and faster.

Glen frantically fiddled with the cage, trying to pry it off, but the jostling only caused his primed young body to be wracked with multiple orgasms in a row, making him cross his eyes and shudder as his tortured cock attempted to unleash a load that - had it not been for the cock cage - would have been the largest, furthest cum shot any of them had ever witnessed. Instead, most of the load was backed up, causing every tube from his cock head back into his balls to painfully swell. The metal ball approached Glen mercilessly and was picking up speed the closer it got.

"Oh fuck!"

Glen let out a wail of terror as he felt the ball - which was much heavier and painful than it looked - crash into his balls and cock, making the metal contraption on his junk ring like a bell. Glen screamed as his oozing cock covered the still advancing crusher, which immediately stopped its forward motion and retracted a bit. It was only a short reprieve as the machine started moving forward before Glen was even done cumming.

Across the stage, Pierre's battle against fate was becoming desperate. He pumped is cock frantically, fucking his strong hands as his loads became less frequent and smaller. They were still impressive by any normal standard, but weren't enough to stop the rapidly advancing ball more than a few moments, and the ball seemed to be gaining speed with each reset. What a fucked up feedback loop, Pierre thought. The more I fight this machine, the harder it fights back. Something had to give...

Yifei's sperm tanks were running dry as well and the ball hovered mere inches from the head of this dick, being knocked back by increasingly smaller shots of cum just before making its final approach. The stage in front of the three super shooters was becoming an absolute mess of milky white sperm, that were quickly forming genetic oceans. Everyone in the audience was stroking off imaging being in the middle of that circular firing squad.

"Fuck!"

The ball made contact with Glenn's junk for the dozenth time, only this time the pathetic streamers of cum that managed to make it out from behind the metal cap weren't enough for the machine to register them. It continued to press forward, flattening Glen's supple nuts and driving the sharp metal cage into his sack.

"Nooooooo!"

SPLOTCH

The metal cage sliced into Glen's sack like a knife as the crushing ball continued to squash his nuts. The space under the crusher was becoming smaller and smaller. SQUISH. The crusher moved forward. 

SQQQUIIIICK. 

Glen's body convulsed and his eyes rolled into his head as his entire package burst like over sized grapes, the crusher was pressing with such force now that the metal cock ring itself was starting to deform. By the time the crusher stopped it was perfectly flush with Glen's now smooth crotch and a chunky pile of teenaged nut sauce was at his feet. The crowd whooped and the machines approaching Yifei and Pierre were temporarily paused to give the stage hands time to quickly untie Glen and ferry him for treatment. As they carried his taught, young body off the stage one of them slipped and the two helpers and Glen landed into the growing sea of unborn kids. When one of the stage helpers tried to get up, he fell again, thoroughly coating himself with cum. The sound of mass masturbation filled the hall as everyone watched the two cum-coated men finally get a grip on the now-drenched Glen and the slicked trio made it off the stage.

Without delay, the crushers approaching Pierre and Yifei continued forward. Pierre let out a horrified scream as he felt the crusher make contact with his mushroom head. He tried to jerk out another load but it was no use.

CRAAAACK

Pierre passed out as his nine inch ass drill was snapped like a twig by the relentless crusher. His ruined cock continued to be accordioned into his crotch until the crusher made contact with his fat, cum drenched nuts. They were horribly flattened and tried valiantly to maintain their integrity but it was no use. SQUISH.  Membranes ruptured, tubes failed. Two loud double pops were drowned out by the hum of the machine's gears as his wafer thin sack exploded open with such force that bits flew up to his chest. When the machine finally came to a rest, there was nothing left of Pierre's manhood but a hamburger like paste that had made a sort of mounding monument to Pierre's unborn kids. 

The monument was short lived as a worker, wearing slip-resistant shoes this time, inadvertently ground it into mush as he and another man worked to carry Pierre off the stage. It literally sounded like the two were walking through rain puddles, so voluminous was the cummy mess the three men had made all over the stage. Like before, the crusher approaching Yifei was paused during this intermission but sprang back to life as soon as the coast was clear.

Yifei pumped his cock in a futile effort as the crusher approached faster and faster. His loads, now thoroughly in the realm of normal size ,were no match and weren't even registered by the machine. Since he had lasted the longest, and the machines picked up speed each time Yifei had managed to keep them at bay, the crusher racing toward Yifei's sack was almost a blur across the stage.

Yifei screamed as his cock let out a last-stand cum shot before being quickly destroyed by the crusher which impacted with - and blew apart - his nuts a fraction of a second later. Yifei's ground gonads made a heap on the ground in front of him and his head slumped down, an incongruent grin plastered across his face.