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.