Rupture Fest 2020: Finale

VICTIMS: Philip, Jack, Chris Evans, Lucas (again!), and several other volunteers!

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, Pierre, Glen, Yifei

Across the country club walls, and floors - and even audience members - had been painted with the remains of countless dicks and testicles. But Rupture Fest 2020 was coming to a close and the elaborate machines, set pieces and stages were being dismantled, procreative gunk was being scrapped up and furniture was being put back into proper places. The arena used for Hot Or Not had been returned to a cozy smoking lounge with stately arm chairs and bearskin rugs. The dancefloor where DJ Zedd and Dean Geyer had showered revelers with nut-confetti was dismantled, returned to an unassuming dining room.

Whereas most of the events had been held in smaller breakout groups, Fantasy Castration Services, the organization that ran Rupture Fest, wanted the Finale to be one last spectacular series of penectomies and castrations enjoyed by all the participants in a giant arena. Unlike the other events that had focused on only a few guys being unmanned in elaborate fashion, this year's finale was a going to be a spectacle of volume, purposefully designed to almost overwhelm the senses with audience members torn between watching a brutal castration on on side of the stage or dick destruction at the other. The men filed into neatly arranged rows of seats in front of a long, deep stage bathed in white light. Carnival-like music gave the whole scene a fitting note of finality. Suspended above the stage were several screens each aimed at a different areas of the stage to the benefit to the men near the back of the audience bu the screen in the middle was of particular interest. It was setup to resemble a score board with two words in huge bold letters 'PENIS' and 'TESTICLES'. Underneath both were equally huge zeroes.

As the audience got settled, some of them wasting no time to free their cocks from their trousers in anticipation, the stage hands setup the scene. On the left a clear glass vice was setup on a pedestal and the staff made sure that the hydraulics that would send the two heavy pieces of glass crushing together was functioning correctly by opening and closing it several times. On one test, they set two hens eggs which violently exploded when the press slammed down. On the next, the vice closed more slowly with equally crushing - if not quite as explosive - results.

On the other side of the stage a white table was lined up with mallets, power drills, hammers little explosive charges and other instruments of gene pool cleansing along with a quaint raffle drum full of bingo balls. A handsome young man in a white suit sat behind it and was doing a mic test as other staff members bolted a metal pole to the ground inches from the table. Lined up

The music started to hit a crescendo as a line of ten handsome young jocks stood with their legs spread over holes drilled into the floor. They were about a meter apart and when they were waving to the crowd their their toned arms either crossed in front of them or obediently folded behind their backs. None of them were restrained as their truly enormous nuts swung low and heavy between their legs, perfectly aimed over the holes in the stage, with thick metal rings clamped around their scrotums to force their sperm factories to the bottom of their bags. Some of them were sporting erections but all of them were sporting big, goofy grins. 

Several men in the audience instantly recognized them as the stage helpers for Rupture Fest's other events. First in line was the handsome blonde from the event One on Two who had helped to restrain the sadistic buster-turned-bustee Mike so his fat nuts could be turned into a disgusting stain by the bloodthirsty audience. Next to the blonde was a beefy, short red head who had slipped on one of the many piles of procreate material whilst clearing stage after the Model K event. 

It was evident even under their tight black outfits that the stage hands were well-built considering how easily they were able to manhandle the contestants into and out of position but no one in the audience imagined that under those outfits were gorgeous, ripped and very hung lads who all the while were eager for their own turn on the Rupture Fest stage.

Ten  men were standing behind the vice, eager for their turn as their nuts hung low in their trimmed sacks. It was a diverse mix of guys from chiseled jocks to dad bods, short and beefy to tall and svelte. They ranged from barely legal teenagers to totally fuckable DILFs but the one characteristic all of them had were large, dangling nuts. The first in line at the vice was a powerfully build man with a five o'lock shadow and rigid, gym-honed pecs and thighs between which were a pair of nuts slightly larger than the eggs the technicians had used to test out the device. He was smiling and stroking his foot long monster daddy cock, leaking at the prospect of putting his puppies in the machine. 

"Good thing I already have a kid, right son?" he said with a wink as he turned to the adorable twenty-year old standing behind him.

His son, a spitting image of his old man, chuckled and grabbed his own pendulous nuts as he shot back; "Yeah, but no grand kids for you!"

Next to the table covered in torture instruments was another line of ten men, as equally well hung as the guys waiting for the vise. Among them was Lucas, whose horse cock had been turned into hamburger in the event Totally Fucked, but whose balls had survived, the juicy nuggets bulging obscenely under the neatly stitched, gaping blank spot on his crotch where his ridiculously huge cock had once been. Without his prostate-pounder literally casting a shadow over them, his plump nuts looked even bigger as he cradled them smiling.

Suddenly the music tempo increased and the house lights dimmed with only a single large spotlight flooding the center of the stage. Three men were being escorted toward two slightly raced square platforms a few feet from each other barely large enough to stand on and as they marched out the crowd went absolutely wild at the site of the first man leading the group. None other than Captain America himself, Chris Evans, was sauntering onto the stage wearing only his birthday suit and a dazzling smile, his body wa s buffer and more powerful looking in person than it looked on screen and between his legs swung two of the largest testicles to grace any stage at Rupture Fest with an equally impressive cock jutting straight out in front nearly a foot. It was a wonder his skin tight movie outfits hadn't blown apart at their seams keeping in such prodigious sexual organs.  Chris' boyishly handsome face literally made several men in the audience leak precum as he was lead to one of the platforms. 

Chris Evans, 39

Close behind him was Jack, a model-handsome thirty-year old who was slightly taller than Chris but much slimmer, weighing in at just under one-hundred-fifty pounds. His thick cock jutted out nine inches over his heavy sack, his generous package looking disproportionately large for his slim frame. He seemed excitedly nervous as he was escorted to the second pedestal.

Jack, 30

Following behind them was Jack, a nineteen year old who wreaked of hormones. He was shorter than Jack and Chris but buff with well defined abs and bulging biceps that complemented his donkey nuts, which hung lower and were almost bigger than Chris'. His teenage cock was leaving a trail of precum as he was escorted to the space between the pedestals. 

Phillip, 19

Black-clad stage hands worked quickly to finish setting up the scene, bolting two six foot poles to the pedestals and tying Chris and Jack to them with ropes - purposefully thick for dramatic effect - that crisscrossed their studly torsos. Their arms were tied behind their backs, though judging by the looks on their faces and their excited dongs, the two looked like they would have gladly kept them held back on their own volition.

The audience roared as the house lights came back up, showing off the stage full of about-to-be-destroyed studs there were sixty six massive, heavy testicles and thirty-two cocks just waiting to be laid to waste and the watching men were more than ready for it. The sound of mass masturbation coming from the audience filled the arena, a few guys had already blown their loads just at the thought of the coming events, as the stage hands made their final setups. Chris Evan's foot long monster was outfitted with an extremely tight metal cock ring that was forcing his super hero cock to stay permanently, almost painfully hard. His engorged tool was starting to turn red and was pulsing with each heartbeat. Across from him an equally tight ring had been attached at the base of Jack's hefty testicles, forcing them to bulge forward. Someone in the audience let out a guttural moan as he hit orgasm as he watched one of the stage assistants run a chain between the ring attached to Chris' dick and the ring choking Jack's scrotum.

Meanwhile, each of Phillip's young nuts had been ensnared in metal rings that were several sizes too small, forcing his nut meat to bulge around it. It looked like someone had encircled two balls made out of clay around their middle, crushing them where the bands were making contact and forcing the rest of the material to bulge of of the top and bottom. One chain was attached to his left nut ring and another was attached to the right, disappearing into mysterious white boxes at the edges of the stage.  The stage was finally set. Ten men were waiting at the vice. Ten men were waiting at the still-not-explained table full of castration devices.  Jack and Chris Evans were literally joined at their junk and young Phillip's nuts were trapped in metal donut-shaped rings that looked primed to be pulled in opposite directions. This was going to be one helluva grand finale!

Finally, the stage hands disappeared off stage and a beautiful young host wearing a suit and top hat came onto the stage to thunderous applause.

"Gentlemen and... who am I kidding. None of you are gentle!" he started. 

Everyone laughed.

"Welcome to the Rupture Fest 2020 Grand Finale!"

"You'll notice there is quite a bit going on, so to help out we've setup video screens to help you out,"

The host pointed to the several large video monitors above the stage that were now showing close ups of the glass hydraulic vice, the penis and ball destruction table, the men in the back, Chris Evans' junk, Jack's bulging sack and Phillip's chained nuts. It was a visual spectacle to behold and the audience made quite a spectacle themselves with necks turning rapidly from one monitor to the other, then back to the stage. Some guys who thought they would be glued to watching sacks flattened with the vise were torn between watching Chris or the other areas of interest and visa versa. It was like the finale of a grand fireworks show that promised to light up the sky in all directions; no view would be 'bad' but no matter where one looked there was a chance of missing out just out of view. Luckily for the audience, the entire multi-camera show would soon be available for their viewing enjoyment in high definition downloads.

The host went on to explain the night's events. At the hydraulic vice, each man would step up, place their junk into the machine and wait for the vice to close totally flat. It was a random process, though. Sometimes the vise would slam shut instantly, compressing the fat trapped nuts totally flat in a fraction of a second and other times it would slowly, painfully flatten them. The results were going to be the same - totally destroyed sacks - but the visual would be vastly different. On the other end of the stage the young man with the bingo balls would be picking numbers, randomly inviting up members of the audience to come on stage and use any instrument they chose in whatever manner they chose on the defenseless nuts and cocks presented. To stop the guys from squirming, they would be secured to the metal pole behind the table, leaving their junk totally vulnerable to be... junked. Meanwhile, at random intervals, pistons would rocket up from the floor between the spread legs of the stage hands turned volunteers lined up along the back with such force that their balls would be pulverized instantly, the replays showing in slow motion on certain video monitors as if the audience didn't already have enough testicle destruction to track. And of course  there was the score board that would keep numeric track of how many cocks and balls had been wasted throughout the show.

Lastly, the main event was at the center of the stage. The platform Jack was on would slowly raise, pulling at the chain connecting Chris Evans' cock to Jack's sack while Chris endured brutal nut pounding by a pair of mean looking brutes who had walked on stage wearing tight fitting leotards like the strong men at the circus. As they were introduced, they flexed their powerful biceps and made fists aimed at Chris' balls. Either one of them looked powerful enough to cut down the Evans' family tree but the two together promised a particularly nasty end to Chris' sex life. Between Jack and Chris, the chains tied to Phillips' nuts were attached to winches that would slowly, methodically pull Phillip's tender nuts further and further in opposite directions until their chords' inevitable destruction. As the counter of destroyed balls increased, the speed of the platform holding Jack would increase, tugging more and more violently on Chris Evans' super soldier cock.

"Let the finale begin!" the host announced and stepped aside.

The auditorium was filled with cheers and hoots as the action began on stage all at once. First, the hot daddy standing in front of the glass vice placed his eggs into it and took a deep breath. The heavy glass plates slowly lowered, compressing the egg-sized things flatter and flatter...

"Number 506. Lucky number 506!" came the announcer.

An ecstatic middle aged man jumped from his seat in the audience waving a raffle ticket and raced to the stage. He arrived at the table full of mallets, torches, bombs and other instruments and eyed them before fully soaking in the site of the gorgeous Latino who was waiting for his destruction. His huevos were massive and his cock was hard in anticipation, resting on the table top and the hot young man was secured in place powerless to flee. The lucky audience member picked up a mallet and rose it over his head...

Meanwhile, the pedestal Jack was standing on started to slowly raise until the chain between Chris and Jack's packages was taught. Chris let out a grunt as his thick tool was pulled upward...

And in the middle of it all, Phillip's nuts were being pulled in opposite directions by the winches situated on either side of the stage, the low whir of the machine drowned out by the growing chorus of grunts and moans filling the stage. His already low hangers were stretched nearly five inches away from his body and the games had only just begun.

"Fuck yeah, dad! They aren't gonna' last too long!"

The daddy having his nuts slowly crushed in the vice grunted as his own son mocked his imminent destruction. The heavy glass plates were coming down painfully slow, forcing his over sized nuts to ooze from between them as they were compressed into dense red patties. He howled as something in his left nut suddenly snapped and the flattened thing got much more purple as the hydraulics continued to press downward. He let out a girlish squeal as a muted popping indicated that his left nut had fractured, leaving it up to his still whole but hideously pancaked right nut to put up all of the resistance.

The lucky audience member working over the constrained Latino had hammered a heavy mallet into his balls dozens of times, grunting in effort as he poured every ounce of strength into the task. The hot young kid howled as his nuts suddenly exploded in the bag, turning into two mushy, dense meat wedges barely a fraction of their normal bloated girth. The audience member was stunned at how long the kid had lasted and how suddenly his balls had failed. They had just disintegrated into goop as if the final blow had shattered the protective membranes around his gonads like glass. The Latin kid's eyes rolled into his head but not before the depraved audience member grabbed his drooping but still fat cock and forced it to the table, holding it down with one hand while he hammered the mushroom shaped head against the table with the other. The volunteer mercifully passed out as his once clearly defined head collapsed into a cartoonish, flattened mass. His thick fuck stick looked ridiculous with a permanently destroyed, flattened cap.

The score board updated. Penis - 1. Testicles - 2. The crowded roared as the Latin hunk was rapidly removed and the next guy in line was tied into place, a middle aged bald gentleman with a wicked grin and modest - compared to the other sacks on display - equipment. 

Across the stage the daddy having his nuts crushed passed out as an audible, sick double splat announced the end of his balls. They had both compressed to a quarter inch before the sack burst open spilling out their insides in thick tendrils that looked like a pasta maker. 

"Way to go pops!" his son chuckled as he was escorted off the stage, drooling from his mouth and his still-hard cock. The scoreboard updated again. Penis - 1. Testicles - 4.

BLOOOOSH

There were audible gasps from the audience as a piston rocketed up from the stage with such force that it lifted one of the ten stage hands lining the back of the stage off the ground, connecting with and totally blowing apart his fat sack in the process. A spray of gunk flew out nearly a yard, which the hapless lad landed in with a wet splat. As he was dragged off stage the scoreboard updated yet again: Penis 1. Testicles - 6.

Apparently six was the magic score as the platform Jack was standing on suddenly lurched upward, painfully tugging at Chris' cock. The handsome actor let out an animal like roar and gritted his teeth, attempting to stand on his tip toes to relieve the pressure but it was no use. His engorged cock turned beet red as it was yanked violently. Jack's balls weren't faring much better as they were being equally tugged toward the ground by the chain that was attached to Chris' cock.

At the vice, the daddy's son had stepped up and placed his prodigious balls and cock into the vice. His face had just taken on a shit faced grin before immediately going blank, splattered with bits of his testicles and cock. The hydraulic vice had slammed down instantly and violently, compressing his fat young sack to zero inches in less than a second. A fan of spray showered outward and his disembodied cock head fell to the ground with a thud. As the glass plates retracted, thick tendrils hung from it like macabre confetti.

The scoreboard updated. Penis  - 2 . Testicles - 8. 

Phillips let out a ragged howl as he felt a sharp pang explode from his sack. One of the chords connecting it to his body had reached its terminal limit yet the wenches were still pressing onward. He was jacking his teenage cock as his balls were slowly pulled away from his body in opposite directions. They were now several inches further away than normal and his scrotum looked like it was going to shred like tissue paper.

Meanwhile a young audience member had been called up to toy with the the middle aged guy at the torture table. The young man took his victim's plumps into his hands and have given them a painful examination-by-squeezing, but had determined that he much rather wanted to play with the man's heavy cock. He picked up a cordless power drill from the table and squirted the drill bit with lube. The volunteer looked on as the young man abruptly jammed it down his piss slit. He let out a high pitched scream before the lucky audience member turned the drill on, shredding his cock from the inside out. The man squealed as the thick tissue in his cock was  annihilated until his cock was nothing up a shapeless, mush filled tube. The audience member turned to his brethren and gave a thumbs up as the man was escorted off stage.

The scoreboard updated. Penis  - 3 . Testicles - 8. 

SPLOOOOSH

SPLOOOOOOOOOOOTCH 

Two more of the young Adonis' lining the back of the stage were lifted off their feet as pistons rocketed up between their legs. One of the handsome blonde's balls exploded so catastrophically that the resulting chunks plastered his face like a twisted cum facial. 

Again, the scoreboard updated. Penis  - 3 . Testicles - 12. 

Chris Evan's cock was was being pulled so far upward that it was now an astounding sixteen inches, but was showing no signs of snapping. Through his wails of pain he shouted out to the audience.

"I'm Captain-Fucking-America, bitches! Do your worst!"

Jack's face was awash in pain wracked euphoria as his sack was tugged and compressed by the chain connecting it to Chris. His balls were being pulled all the way forward in their sack and looked like they were simply going to burst out of it at any moment. They were bright red and every vein was etched onto their surface.

SPLOOOSH

A hunky black man covered in tattoos fell to his knees as the glass vices totally crushed his spuds, their insides oozing out onto the ground at his feet. The resulting gunk added to the nearly six inch pile of crushed nut meat that had already been made by the other victims of the vice's uncaring jaws. 

Penis  - 3 . Testicles - 14. 

Elsewhere at the torture table two men had been taken out in rapid succession. The audience members who were called were so eager to participate that they had wasted no time with pageantry The first man, a handsome Iranian young man, had his sagging nuts and leaking cock burned into an oozing crisp by a mini blow torch, the charred ruins being ultimately destroyed by a few well aimed mallet strikes to their compromised shells. The next bloke up was an adorable twenty-something Irishman whose fuzzy nuts were turned into a literal stain by an audience member who selected a full sized sledge hammer and threw all of his two-hundred pounds into the blow. The Irish bollocks lasted less than a second under the blow before showering the stage with absolutely huge, beefy chunks. It was as if the destruction was so cataclysmic and sudden that his testicles hadn't even fully exploded before being ejected from his blown open ball bag. His scrotum was totally empty as he was led from the stage. 

Penis  - 4 . Testicles - 18. 

SPLURTCH 

In a final indignity the Irishman and the stage hands who were escorting him away were hit with gunk as yet another piston rocketed up and turned a fat, sagging set of nuts into a shower of pent up sperm and nut guts. 

Penis  - 4 . Testicles - 20. 

Meanwhile, the next three guys at the vice were snuffed out by the hydraulic press slamming down rapidly, one after another, extruding the insides of three primed young sacks all over the floor at the base of the machine.

Penis - 4. Testicles - 26

Chris Evans threw his head back and screamed as his comic book cock was stretched to its breaking point, tearing at the connective tissues as Jack was raised ever higher. Jack passed out as his balls imploded from the pressure and filled his sack with nothing but gory mush.

Penis - 4. Testicles - 28

Jack's pedestal was quickly lowered, relieving the pressure on Chris' about-to-tear pole but that only invited the strong men - who had been waiting for their time to shine - to squat, ball their fists and pummel them ruthlessly into the super stud's sack. As Chris's sack was being used as a punching bag more nutting was taking place at the torture table.

Finally, Lucas was up. His cock was already gone from another Rupture Fest even, leaving only his heavy, swollen nuts. They rested on the table as a geeky audience member eyed the table of destructive instruments.

CRACK

Another of the hunky stage hands along the back had his testicles pounded into paste. His stones proved to be tougher than the others since they were only liquefied in the sack without the customary spray of gunk that had followed the other piston strikes. Nonetheless, the destruction was absolute and there was nothing but testicle soup in his swelling bag as he was escorted from the stage.

The scoreboard updated. Penis - 4, Testicles - 30.

The geek who was eyeing Lucas finally settled on a small explosive charge to finish off Lucas's sex life. It was a tightly packed wad of explosives the size of a small egg which the player placed under Lucas's nuts, making his sack fold over it and giving the twisted visual that there were three fat nuts in Lucas' sack. To up the effect, the audience member decided to ignite the bomb by taking a torch to Lucas's sack, causing it to instantly heat up, turn red and start to boil. Lucas opened his mouth and let out a guttural scream as his sperm started to boil. BLOOOSH. Lucas'  sack was plastered all over the table, the audience player and the floor in a spectacular, brutal finale that had started days ago with his cock being shredded into nothing on another Rupture Fest stage.

Yet again the scoreboard updated. Penis - 4. Testicles - 32.

Two more of the hunks along the back of the stage had their juicy testicles turned into barely recognizable, stringy goop as two pistons shot up in unison. They let out falsetto howls and reached to clutch their junk but it was too late.

Penis - 4. Testicles 36.

During all of the commotion, Phillip's young spuds were now pulled nearly a foot from his body. Every muscle was etched as he furiously tried to jack out a final load. It was a race against time as the gears strained and cranked, tearing his testicles further apart.

BLOOOOOOSH

Phillip's left nut imploded just as he erupted in jizz, his taught body convulsing as his right nut was yanked. And yanked. And yanked.

RIIIIIIP

Phillip's eyes turned into saucers as his right nut was violently freed from his body and flew across the stage as if it had been rocketed by a slingshot. The handsome teenager was quickly ferried from the stage, and as the helpers carried him one of them made a concerted effort to stomp on Phillip's detached but otherwise still whole nut, turning it into a pile of teenage gore.

The monitors updated the score. Penis - 4. Testicles 38.

SPLOTCH 

CRUUUNCH

BLOOSH

The next three guys lined up at the vice suffered grisly, amazing fates. Two of their sacks had been compressed so quickly that they exploded like stomped grapes. But the last stud, a built skater type with a blue Mohawk and truly massive nuts had put his balls and cock under the glass, hoping that he would make an equally explosive mess. Instead, the machine closed slowly, the slowest of the evening, allowing the audience watch in exquisite detail as his package got flatter and redder and flatter. He roared as membrane after membrane and tube after tube burst and ruptured in glorious slow motion. A tortured pinkish load flew out of his compressed cock head and it looked so chunky it genuinely looked like he was shooting out his liquefying nuts. First his right nut blew apart in the bag, followed by his cock  which was snuffed out mid spurt. Finally his left nut which had condensed impossibly flat exploded open with such pent up force that the jet of gunk landed nearly ten feet again. Every molecule of his left nut was extruded out slowly in a non-stop stream as the plates slowly lowered totally shut. 

The monitors updated the score. Penis - 5. Testicles 44.

At the torture table, four more packages had been destroyed A studly ginger had his cock sliced off with a butcher knife, which was used as a gag while his rotund sack was pulverized with a mallet. Two blondes had their cocks crushed with pliers at the base, not quite removing them but totally rupturing their connective tissues turning the nine inch fuck sticks into useless husks. The audience members had decided to spare their nuts to leave them as cockless sex slaves. Last, a muscular Asian in his mid forties had his nuts cracked by a hammer before his cock was sliced off with sheers, inch by inch, landing at the feet of the depraved audience member who promptly stomped the cock chunks into gooey paste under his boot.

The score was now Penis - 9. Testicles - 48.

Meanwhile Chris Evan's ball bag was a swollen, hideous disaster as the strong men continued to pummel it mercilessly, slamming it into Chris' pelvis so hard he thought the bone was going to crack. His left nut had fractured in the bag but still looked whole at a cursory glance, but his bag was blood red and looked like it was only a punch or two from bursting open like a pinata.

"I'm... Captain... America..." Chris sneered as his head rolled back.

BLOOOOSH

A studly man along the back was lifted several inches into the air but the force of the piston slamming into his nuts. His balls rockets upward in the sack with such force that they broke through his scrotum and sailed nearly whole into the air, unraveling as they headed toward the ground. The two mostly whole organs landed with wet plops on the stage.

Penis - 9. Testicles 50.

There was now only Chris Evans, one man at the vice, one at the torture table and two blonde stage hands standing with their legs spread waiting for the pistons to take them out.

POP POP

Both of the blondes' eyes crossed and there was an audible double pop as their bags were pulverized. Inside their testicles shattered, blew apart, turned into goop then finally sprayed out of their broken ball bags, stringy membranes and spaghetti like strands dripped between their toned thighs. Unfortunately for one of them, the piston had fired with such intensity that his pulverized sack was sent flying into his rock hard cock with such force that it instantly snapped in half with an audible crack. The load he had been in the middle of blowing was stopped dead in its tracks halfway up his shaft. His eyes crossed and he collapsed into a heap of muscle and he and his buddy, the last of the gentlemen over the pistons, were escorted from the stage.

Penis - 10. Testicles 54.

The last man at the table of torture was a tall, slim teenager with nuts that rivaled Chris Evan's in size and a ten inch cock. He had already blown his load watching the gene pool culling destruction around him and now that it was his turn he was harder than he had ever been in his life. The kid's balls rested on the table with his cock jutting forward as a mean looking audience member stood in front of him. He picked up a long metal spike and a mallet and hovered it over the stud's left nut. The teen's cock jerked as the spike was hammered through his ball into the table. He let out a wail as the his other nut was hammered in place in similar fashion. With a grin the lucky guy from the audience grabbed the kid's cock with both hands, one at the base and one in the middle of his rigid staff. The kid howled as the man's calloused hands twisted, squeezed and pulled until there was vicious tearing sound, then another and another. The young stud was trying the blow his last load but only a few drops managed to navigate his collapsing dick plumbing and ooze out of his head. The audience member let out a shriek of delight as he felt the teen's virgin sperm wand tearing from its base at the same time the middle of his shaft was collapsing in the man's grip. The teen's cock was being literally torn into shreds, and wasn't going to last much longer...

He threw his head back and screamed - and the audience cheered - as his cock suddenly and catastrophically failed. It tore free from his body at the same time the middle of his shaft was torn in two. The guy from the audience continued to tear and shred the detached cock in his hands like an animal ripping up prey. The teen blacked out as he was untied from the restraining pole and pulled away. The stage hands grabbed him from behind an yanked, tearing at the spikes driven into his balls and there was a gross tearing as his meaty balls were ripped apart as he was pulled, leaving most of his destroyed nuts on the table top still anchored by the spikes.

Penis - 11. Testicles 56.

At the same time the teenager was having his nuts and cock trashed the last man had placed his cock into the crushing vice. It was rock hard, ten inches of German manhood being slowly compressed. The outrageously hot German let out a funny yodel as his fat cock was flattened between the heavy glass, forcing blood into the few inches of his cock sticking out of the front of the vice. The pressure grew until there was a satisfying explosive pop and his ridiculously engorged head popped off like a fleshy rocket only a moment before the bulk of his shaft ruptured open, spilling out its fibrous contents. The pile of crushed meat at the base of the vice was now nearly a foot high, a truly disgusting mess that would only be appreciated by the men watching in the audience. Several of them had already blown a load - or two - at the overwhelming spectacle of utter destruction.

The score updated on the digital screen. Penis 12. Testicles 56.

Now only Chris Evans was left. The stage lights dropped with only a single spotlight focused on him and the two burly men going to town on his junk. All of the screens were showing close ups of Chris' balls and cocks from various angles as the two assailants' fists sank deeper and deeper into the increasingly squishy sex organs. Chris' huge, swollen sack was black and purple, his testicles clearly ruptured in the bag and he screamed out as his cock started to finally deflate.

"Uh, oh. His super cock is starting to wilt," one of the men joked.

He turned to his partner and they both grinned wickedly. They stopped the pummeling of Chris' ball bag and each grabbed hold of Chris' cock, forcing it to stay semi hard as they squeezed so hard the veins on their biceps bulged. Chris Evans let out a shriek of genuine terror as he looked down to see his cock being squeezed and yanked. He let out a long, deep groan as the two applied every ounce of strength into pulling Chris' All-American cock from his body. The sound of mass masturbation filled the hall as all eyes were on Chris' shaft, more specifically the base which was being stretched ever forward. Chris' inhuman screaming masked the sounds coming from his dick which was being crushed and yanked beyond its limits.

CRUNCH

One of the strongmen's eyes rolled into his head as he was wracked with an intense orgasm. He had just felt the space between his hand suddenly closed, permanently crushing the middle of the Hollywood hunk's shaft. More disturbing sounds coming from Chris' cock as tubes and structures failed in a cascade of sex life ending horror while the connective tissues started to finally fail. As they snapped, the stress transferred to the others which snapped in turn. The rate of the destruction was exponential and Chris looked at the two men destroying his dick and roared.

"I'm Captain America, bitches!"

RIIIIIIIICRUUUUNCH

Chris passed out as his cock was liberated from his crotch to thunderous cheers and applause. The strong men held it up together like they were hoisting a trophy and smiled at their achievement before one of them grabbed Chris' jaw and opened his mouth whilst his partner shoved the entire massive slab down Chris' throat. Backward. Chris' mushroom head poked out from his lips and his throat bulged from his super sized, thick dick. 

"Let's finish this!"

The strongmen took one of Chris' balls in each hand and squeezed, pressing deep into his ruined chunky bag as the platform he was on quickly started to rise. The two heavy muscle studs kept their grip, forcing Chris' balls to stay in place as the rest of his body accended.

SPLOTCH

Chris' right nut imploded in one of their muscular hands. It looked like he had just squeezed a huge tomato with pulp oozing between his fingers. Chris' head jerked slightly as his last nut was pulled off with such force that the man holding it fell on his back as if he had been holding an elastic chord that had suddenly snapped. The audience cheered as Chris was promptly lowered and whisked away backstage.

Penis - 13. Testicles - 58 flashed the scoreboard.

"This might be a new record!" the announcer proclaimed to riotous applause.

The spotlight moved from the platforms back to the heavy glass vices and the muscle studs who had destroyed Chris Evans ripped off their singlets and made their way over to the contraption. One of them stood behind it like normal while the other stood in front, his boot laying waste to the mountain of crushed cock and testicle matter, and they both squeezed their awesome, heavy nuts under the plates. It was a tight fit and all cameras zoomed in on the site of the four over sized stones trapped under the vice. 

"Fucking do it!" someone screamed from the audience.

BLOOOOOOOOSH

The hydraulics slammed the top pane of glass down so hard that the panels cracked. The entire contents of both sacks painted their muscular thighs, the vice, the stage and some of the front row.

The scoreboard updated a final time. Penis 13. Testicles - 62.

"Now that's a record! Thank you all for coming, and cumming and cumming. See you next year!"

The stage lights came back up and the cameras panned the scene of utter devastation. The once pristine stage was an absolute mess of mutilated nuts and shattered dicks that would take days to clean up. 

A fitting visual to wrap up Rupture Fest 2020.