Rupture Fest 2020: One On Two

VICTIMS: Alex, Bryce, Mike

Victims So Far (click a name to go to his story): 4 Unnamed Gymnasts, Omar, Jan, Andrej, Don

After the excitement of the gymnasts and the castrating androids that had been enjoyed by the entire group, the rest of the events of Rupture Fest would be a la carte with guys choosing which events they wanted to see before culminating with the grand finale at the end of the weekend. There were simply too many nuts to crack in the limited time for everyone to be able to see everything.

A small group gathered in the Country Club's parlor sipping cocktails and waiting for the event to begin. In front of them standing against a stark white wall were two thirty-somethings with their arms tied behind their backs and their legs spread open, their ankles shackled to the wall. They were gagged but were otherwise looking out at the group of men admiring them with excitement. A third man, also naked, was standing in front of them and he, unlike them, was conspicuously unbound.

"Gentleman! If you'll all gather around the show is about to begin!"

A young blond emcee wearing a slick black suit announced. He was pushing a cart through the crowd toward the three naked lads but the contents were covered by a cloth. When he was at the front of the room standing in front of the restrained men, the emcee began. He introduced the three players before going into the rules. 

Mike, 35

Alex, 32

Bryce, 32

First was Mike, the only one of the bunch who wasn't restrained - a thirty-five year old olive skinned sculpted jock with a neat goatee and beard. The eyes of the watching audience followed every ripple of his abs until they landed on his rotund nuts and thick lazy cock between his legs. Next was Alex who was slightly taller than the other two, a youthful looking thirty-two year old with a cock that was enormous even completely flaccid, so big in fact that it almost distracted from his modest shaved balls. The last was Bryce, the shortest of the three but sporting a massive pair of egg shaped sex pods that hung low in his sack.

"And I'll be your host, Leon," the emcee finished by introducing themselves.

The crowd was clapping and cat calling as Leon made his way over to the cart.  He pulled the cloth off dramatically and revealed that it was full of instruments whose ball busting attributes were immediately obvious. A punching glove, brass knuckles, a wooden bat, pliers, pipe wrench and other assorted everyday objects that had clear ball busting implications. Mike picked up the bat and gave a cheeky grin to the crowd.

"The rules of this event are fairly straight forward. Mike here is going to single-handedly annihilate Alex and Bryce's sacks using any of the instruments on the table, but he'd better be quick..."

Leon pointed to a digital clock timer on the wall above Bryce.

"As soon as Mike starts, that timer will start. After he's done, some lucky audience member will have that same amount of time to try and wreck Mike! I trust you all got your raffle ticket on the way in?"

The crowd went wild and for possibly the only time in the history of Rupture Fest, everyone hoped that the contestants were truly balls of steel since that would mean more time could be spent beating the shit out of Mike's large jock nuts. There was only one more stipulated rule, Mike could only use one instrument of pain at a time and couldn't use his legs or feet, so kicks and knees were out much to the chagrin to those in the crowd who had been checking out his powerful legs.

Mike flexed his muscles and made his pecs bounce as he held the bat, showing off the raw power he was about to unleash on Alex and Bryce's babymakers.

"Fuck them up!" someone shouted.

Bryce and Alex were glistening with sweat and their hearts were pounding as Leon lead the crowd on a count down.

"Five..."

"Four..."

"Three..."

Mike took a batter's stance in front of Alex.

"Two..."

He firmly gripped the bat and swung it back.

"One..."

Leon pressed an unseen button in his pocket to activate the clock which rapidly started counting up down to the millisecond.

"Go!"

WHOOSH! CRUNCH! WHOOOOOSH!

Mike wasted absolutely no time sending the bat sailing into Alex's firm package. The bat was sailing back and forth so quickly that it made a loud, audible swoosh each time he recoiled it. Alex's eyes bugged in his head and screamed into his gag, but the muffled sound was lost on the cheering audience egging Mike on.

It didn't take long for Alex's nuts and cock to turn a bright red, but still healthy, shade. Mike glanced at the clock and set down the bat. He stood face to face with Alex and gave the quivering lad a wink as he reached forward and clasped a nut in each hand, squeezing and twisting as hard as he could without breaking eye contact. Alex's eyes crossed and his hips buckled, but Mike was having too much fun to stop. He knew trying to wreck Alex by hand would be an inefficient use of time considering the tools he had at his disposal, but his biceps bulged and he grinned as he felt Alex's orbs bulging in his hands. The sensation was enough to make his cock start to twitch.

Mike glanced at the clock after thirty seconds before heading to the cart and rifling through the tools. He had a pair of pliers in his hand but set them down, opting instead to outfit his already strong fist with the brass knuckles. Again, it wasn't the most efficient tactic but he wanted to really feel the balls he was destroying before moving on to the finale. He stood in font of Bryce and dropped to one knee so that he would be at the perfect height to draw his arm back and send it slamming into Bryce's hanging nuts. Bryce let out a horrified scream as his boys were pancaked between Mike's fist and the wall and welts in the outline of the brass knuckles erupted all over his sack. The first blow had barely landed before Mike pulled his fist back and send the second one flying. Like the bat, Mike's weapons of destruction were moving so quickly they were a blur. The audience loved watching every muscle of Mike's taught upper body tensed and flexed in effort and his handsome face was contorted into a permanent grin.

Although Bryce was excited to be being nutted at Rupture Fest, his body's defenses took over and his legs were desperately pulling at this chains to close his legs. Despite the effort, his thighs stayed spread and Mike's fist continued to flatten his nuts like pancakes. Mike could feel the sickening yet satisfying sensation of Bryce's swelling nuts sending shockwaves up his arm with each blow. Mike was fully hard and in a lustful haze as he glanced at the clock. Bryce's balls were looking quite unhealthy so Mike decided he should work to finish the job.

He stood up from Bryce and headed back to the cart retiring the brass knuckles and picking up the pliers instead. He squatted down in front of Bryce and ensnared his juicy, swollen right nut into the jaws the devise and began to squeeze. His bicep bulged as he applied deliberately slow force so that he could savor every second. Bryce's head shook violently and his stomach filled with fire as his nut became more and more flat. 

"Fuck yeah!" someone in the audience shouted.

As his right arm was busy destroying Bryce's nut, his left hand was stroking his rock hard ten-inch fuck stick using the copious amount of precum as a lube

Without letting up on the increasing pressure he was applying to Bryce's doomed nut and with his stroking increasing with speed, Mike looked up directly into Bryce's crying eyes.

"Oh, bro! This feels so fucking good!"

Mike threw his head back and moaned as Bryce's fat nut bulged obscenely in less and less space. Alex couldn't help but be turned on by the site of the hot jock stroking as he destroyed the helpless Bryce and his cock started to rise to attention. The audience cheered as Alex's equally large pole jutted out in front of his body.  Mike looked over and licked his lips, taking a moment from stroking to grasp the plier's with both hands. He winked at Alex has he applied all his might into closing the pliers. There was a barely audible squish and Bryce's eyes turned into saucers. 

"Christ!"

Mike was wracked by a convulsive orgasm so intense his abs looked like a literal washboard. He reflexively kept squeezing the pliers as his cock shot jet after jet of cum that painted the wall and Bryce's legs. When he was finished, mindful of the clock, Mike stood up and headed to the table, fetching a large head rubber mallet.

Bryce was barely aware as Mike pounded his last nut over and over into the wall. A few guys in the audience moaned as the came close to cumming themselves and Mike's eyes rolled into his head as a second mini orgasm wracked his body after he felt a distinctive pop from under the mallet. Bryce's boys were toast.

He was making good time, Mike thought as he glanced at the clock.

"Now it's your turn, stud!"

Mike faced Alex and was instantly turned on as he soaked in the site of his tone, smooth body and massive cock. He reached out and grabbed Alex's cock gently, stroking it as he serviced his own tool with his free hand. The two jocks moaned as Mike took the already excited Alex to the edge before abruptly grabbing Alex's cock with his other hand and giving the steely rod a devastating squeeze. Alex's moans quickly became wails of terror. Mike let out a wicked chuckle as he squeezed and twisted Alex's dong until it was an unhealthy shade of purplish blue. He released it and picked up the bat.

Mike teed up for a hit that was going to be so violent that his torso was rotated at its maximum. Alex let out a wail of terror as the bat sailed into his crotch, smashing into his cock like a hammer striking a nail. There was a loud crack and the bat continued unfazed until it slammed into his waiting sack. A bolt of pain seemed to fill Alex's entire body and his legs thrashed. His fat cock had been utterly destroyed and it was clear by the evil grin on Mike's face that the rest of his package wasn't far behind. Mike glanced at the clock and was impressed by his time. 

The cocky stud headed to the cart and donned a boxing glove on one hand. He again squatted in front of Alex and laughed at the site of his bent and broken dick.

"Yeah stud, I'm gonna flatten 'em,"

The site of the busted cock was enough to get Mike hard again and he stroked his dick with one hand whilst pounding Alex's sack with the other, pancaking them between the heavy glove and the wall. Alex's nuts compressed and warped as blow after blow came down on them, but to Mike's annoyance they kept their firm - though swollen - shape. Frustrated, Mike headed back to the cart and picked up the pliers. Not the most exciting way to nut a guy, but they had proven effective. He stood in front of Alex and placed a hand on his pec, tweaking his nipple while his other hand was squeezing the pliers around his fat left nut. Alex was in a pain induced stupor but couldn't help but give a grin as the handsome Mike gently played with his nipple with one hand while methotically destorying him with the other. It was quite the contrast...

SQUICK

Mike stopped playing with Alex's torso and instead concentrated both hands on finishing the task. Alex's last nut was quickly snuffed out, floating in chunks alongside its twin.

Mike turned to the crowd and gave a victory pose as four young men dressed in black appeared to untie Bryce and Alex and usher them away to the medical bay. Unlike the usual rapid precision of the Rupture Fest stage hands, these helpers seemed to be moving in purposeful slow motion. To his horror, Mike realized the clock was still counting up.

"Hey! Stop the clock! Stop the clock, mother fuckers!"

Two more stage hands appeared and restrained the increasingly agitated Mike as Bryce and Alex were slowly carted off stage. As soon as they were gone, with the clock still ticking up, Mike was put into Alex's former position with his legs spread, arms tied and meaty nuts dangling between his legs. As soon as the last stage helper had slowly left the stage, Leon stopped the timer.

The time read thirty minutes exactly.

Mike began to sweat as he eyed the viscous instruments on the table, though his cock stayed rock hard. His stone nuts could easily hold up to thirty minutes from these soft office worker types, he thought.

"So, now we get to pick the lucky winner!"

Everyone pulled out the tickets they had been given when they entered the parlor and Leon read off the winning numbers.

"That's me!" came a burly voice from the front.

Mike could barely make up the man from the glare of the lights but he seemed quite large; the image was horrifying yet hot and he was bracing himself when he heard someone else shout.

"And me!"

"Me too!"

"Same number here!"

Leon turned to Mike and gave him a shit faced grin before turning back to the audience.

"Ooops! Looks like we gave you all the same number. Guess that means all twenty of you get your half hour with our friend here!"

There was a cheer of delight. Mike was pouring with sweat as the first man took position in front of him holding the bat. He was a tall, solidly built man whose muscles were bursting out of his clothes and Mike - his cock still raging - steadied himself for the blow.

WHOOSH! CRUNCH!

Although the assault on Mike's manhood was technically supposed to last nearly ten hours, in reality his resoundingly tough nuts lasted less than an hour. Fists, bats, pipes and mallets rained onto his cock and balls with such ferocity that by the time his limp body was taken down, the wall and his abs were covered and dripping with what was left of his junk.