Rupture Fest 2020: Thread the Needle

VICTIMS: Mark Lopez, Killian, Araf

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

A small group had gathered in one of the Country Club's outbuildings to take part in an event titled 'Thread The Needle'. Like all the events for Rupture Fest, the event's description in the brochure was purposefully vague, but the title alone implied some kind of needle play and all of the men waiting in the audience were eager to see if their hypothesis was correct.

A small raised platform was setup in the middle of the room and rows of neatly arranged chairs were set out in front of it, as if anyone watching was going to actually bother using them. Everyone was standing in front of the stage, each jostling to be as close as possible to the action. There were two machines on the stage covered with white cloths that were dramatically pulled back as a spotlight appeared and a handsome blonde presenter jumped onto the stage and enthusiastically lead the crowd into a cheer. No one even knew what they were cheering for, per se, but based on what they had already seen they knew they wouldn't be disappointed.

Three naked men were led onto the stage by black-clad stage helpers, their arms constrained behind their backs as if any of the eager volunteers would even bother trying to escape. As they were put into position, the announcer introduced the three in turn.

Mark Lopez, 23

Killian, 25

Araf, 39

Mark Lopez was a twenty three year old whose massive cock jutted straight out toward the audience, pulling at his impressive shaved balls. He was one-hundred seventy six pounds of tight muscle with neatly trimmed black hair and a goatee framing his handsome face. Next was Killian, a twenty-five year old a construction worker with a hairy chest and taught, trim muscles who was wearing a pair of work boots, the only lick of clothing on the stage. The adorable lad looked out over the audience and smiled as he was placed onto the middle of a small red box that had been painted onto the stage. He held his arms behind his back but was otherwise totally unrestrained. His fat sack hung low between his legs and his uncut cock was semi hard and already leaking precum. Last was Araf, a hunky thirty-nine year old Arab whose body was nearly two-hundred pounds of bronze muscle was on full display as he was secured into a contraption on the right side of the stage. Araf's hefty nuts were each the size of medium egg and were tight against his shaved crotch. The audience hooted as his muscular arms were secured behind his back, making his well-defined torso stand out and showing off his awesomely toned body. When the men were secured in their places, the stage hands silently left the stage.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Thread the Needle!"

The three men were about a yard apart on the stage, Mark on Killian's right and Araf on the left. Two transparent tubes protruded from the stage between Mark and Araf's legs and their hefty nuts had been trapped inside. A thick rubber gasket at the opening - and the fact that the two were standing with their arms behind their backs and tied to a pole, meant they were literally trapped by the balls. Killian's setup, however was different. He wasn't tied in place, he just had his arms behind his back on his own volition with his goodies dangling freely. All three of them were sweating nervously despite their defiant, almost Devil-may-care expressions.

"This is an audience participation game. Each of you will have a chance to come up and insert one of these into one of Killian's nuts,"

The announcer produced a long needle about the width of a pencil core from his pocket and the audience burst into cheers. 

"If you choose to puncture Killian's right nut, this happens..."

A slow grumble could be heard coming from a mechanism under the stage. Suddenly a metal piston rocketed up the length of the plastic tube that Mark's nuts were trapped in, with the heavy, solid head stopping just short of making contact.

"And if you choose to skewer Killian's left nut, this happens..."

Another piston slammed up inside of Araf's tube, barely stopping in time before crushing his Arab nuts. The audience roared with laughter as the pistons retracted.

"Oh, and you may have noticed that Killian here isn't restrained properly. If, at any time, he chooses to bow out and end the game, this happens..."

The announced walked in front of Killian, still holding the needle. There was a low, almost imperceptible drone from under the stage and suddenly the needle was ripped from the announcer's hand and drawn to the floor. 

"Our trusty electromagnet kicks in and pulls all of the needles to the ground. Violently. I can only imagine would would happen if that had been inserted in Killian's pincushions," he laughed.

The fate of each of the six nuts on stage rested on Killian's testicular fortitude. If he could endure his sack being used as a pincushion, Araf and Mark's nuts could be history but his own skewered nuts would be holey but otherwise undamaged. If we couldn't, his balls would be shredded from the inside out as all of the needles inserted up to that point would be yanked to the ground by the magnet with no regard to the testicular membranes they might tear through on their way. The game would end when either both Mark and Araf were destroyed or Killian gave up.

"Oh, and to keep things fair, we will determine that Killian gives up if any part of his body goes outside the red mark he's standing on. We have lots of cameras on him so he can't cheat. That means Killian can crumple to this knees, cry and sob so long as no part of him leaves the mark."

The audience applauded the ingenuity. The red outlined box around Killian was quite small. If the stud actually did fall to his knees from a puncture, he had better keep his hands firmly behind his back or at his sides because of any part of him touched the ground outside of the designated area it was lights out for Killian juniors.

The audience was quickly assigned random numbers and each man would come up in that order until everyone had a turn. If Killian managed to keep his composure enough to withstand all of the needles - and Mark and Araf somehow miraculously weren't ruptured - the game would end and the three would be able to go home with sore, and perhaps permanently damaged, nuts, but nuts none the less.

First up was a slim dark haired man who eager look his puncturing needle from the host and promptly jammed it into Killian's left nut. Immediately the piston in Araf's tube shot up, quashing his hefty balls to only half their girth before retracting just as quickly. The action was so fast, that most of the audience would have missed it if not for slow motion cameras that were replaying each blow on a large monitor on stage. The audience roared as they watched Araf's balls flatten in exquisite slow motion until they looked like they were going to burst, only to be spared at the last minute. Araf howled as his nuts instantly took on a rosy tint and it felt like he had been slammed in the nuts with a hammer.

Killian's closed his eyes and dutifully kept his hands behind his back as he bit his tongue to avoid screaming out - or worst - falling over from the pain. The audience member gave the next gentleman to the stage a high five as the host handed the next player another long, sharp needle.

The man looked Araf and Mark over carefully as if trying to determine which of the two trapped sacks was primed to blow first. He concluded Araf's would be the first to go as he plunged the needle clearly through Killian's left nut until a small portion of it extended through the other end.

Killian howled but miraculously stayed totally upright, his arms unmoving. Araf on the other hand let out a truly blood curdling scream as the piston slammed into his nuts. Twice.

The audience member pumped his fist in the air he hopped of the stage to let the next player take a turn.

"Oh! I don't think I mentioned this, but the number of impact Araf and Mark get is cumulative, so you guys chose Killian's left nut twice, which meant Araf took in the potatoes twice," the announcer informed the crowd to thunderous applause.

The third player wasted no time slowly skewering Killian's left nut, not breaking eye contact as he felt the needle tear through Killian's juicy plump.  Killian's eyes crossed and his knees looked like they were going to buckle but he stood firm in defiance as he licked his lips and winked at the man who had just put yet another hole in his sack.

"Bring it on, fuckers!" Killian growled and the man couldn't help but be turned on by the stud's amazing resolve.

As expected Araf's big Arab nuts were slammed three times in rapid succession making loud crunching noises as they were violently compressed to half of their girth. Araf was drooling and his nuts had taken on a bright rosy color.

The next audience member also chose Killian's left nut and Araf's already battered nuts were slammed four times rapidly, each feeling like a giant had stomped on them with his boot. Araf howled in anguish as - shockingly - his cock started to stiffen.  The next two players decided that Mark's untouched balls looked entirely too healthy, so skewered Killian's hitherto untouched right nut. Killian wailed and his knees trembled but he stood firm, his cock leaking precum as if he was actually enjoying the slow emasculation.

Marks sex organs were slammed twice by the piston, and as the audience could see, his nuts were markedly less firm than Araf's as each blow flattened them almost entirely.  Mark's eyes bugged out as he instinctively struggled against his bounds, his massive cock still jutting straight out. Seeing Mark so turned on was enough to make the next three players choose to impale Killian's throbbing right nut.  As the the time the last needle went clearly through Killian's right nut, Mark's sack was smashed five times in a blur of gene-pool culling impacts. The audience watched the instant replay salivating as Mark's nuts were mercilessly compressed to their limit. They were swelling, barely able to fit inside the girth of the tube and were turning bright red.

They were simply too tempting a target for the next player. Killian screamed and dropped to his knees as his fat right nut was punctured yet again, but the furry jock was careful to keep his hands inside the box painted at his feet. Mark thought he was going to pass out as six devastating blows slammed upward into his nuts, crushing them to less than a quarter of their normal girth each time. Despite the disorienting pain, Mark's cock was actually leaking precum and hadn't shriveled at all. The massive sperm spewer looking like it was ready to shoot at any moment. 

"Looks like someone is enjoying this!" 

The announcer motioned to Mark's throbbing cock as Killian slowly rose to his feet. He snarled as he put his hands behind his back and spread his legs wide as if begging for more. The next audience member slowly, very slowly, skewered Killian's right nut until it was protruding nearly two inches out the other side.  Killian's sack truly did look like a pincushion with eleven long needles sticking out of it in random directions, tears ran down his chiseled face in defiance of the eager expression that was pained on the pain pig's face. Mark's juicy plums were juiced seven times by the piston that was moving up and down so quickly it looked like a blur. His nuts looked decidedly unhealthy and had swollen to the point that they were pressing painfully against the sides of the tube.

"Do his left one!" Araf shouted, feeling left out, as the next player took the stage.

The man must have agreed had he slammed the needle he was holding into Killian's relatively untouched left nut. Araf dry heaved as the piston in his tube shot up five times in a row, each blow crushing just a few more of his delicate membranes. By now, all six testicle were in dire straights. The needles being jammed into Killian's sack at random angles were clearly doing damage and Araf and Mark's nuts each were swollen, red and barely holding their integrity. 

Remarkably, Mark's cock still looked like it was about to blow and Araf's fat tool was also leaking in its semi hard state, as was Killian's.

"These guys are glutens for punishment! Let's see if the next round will end it!"

The next guy on stage took a needle from the announcer and carefully eyed Araf and Mark. Mark's sack was in worse shape so would probably be the first to blow, but Araf's untouched testicles were just begging to be turned to goop. Decisions, decisions.

The man locked eyes with Killian who was almost begging him to poke his nuts. The player smiled wickedly as he skewered Killian's danglers lengthwise, puncturing his left nut, then his right nut before it emerged from the other side. Killian's eyes crossed and he fell to his knees, coming dangerously close to falling outside of the marked area and activating the electromagnet.

Both Araf and Mark howled in tortured unison as both of their pistons rocketed up. Araf's spuds were pulped six times and Mark's were slammed eight. The subtle splotch that came from Mark's bag was drowned out by his hideous shrieking, yet his fuck stick continued to bob up and down with each heart beat.

Another player took the stage and eagerly jammed a needle into Killian's ridiculously swollen, wholly right nut. Mark yowled as the piston slammed into his swollen trapped nuts nine times. Another splotch echoed through his body as his now-purple nuts, though swollen, had taken on a permanently flattened appearance. Despite the fact Mark felt like he was about to pass out, his cock was still rock hard, throbbing and ready to shoot.

Noticing this, the next player ran his needle into Killian's sack length wise, puncturing both the right and left testicles in his pincushion. Killian collapsed to his knees, keeping his hands firmly behind his back lest any part of his body fall outside of the marked safe zone on the stage. His cock was oozing and was starting to spring to life despite the awful state of his junk.

Araf shrieked as the piston slammed over and over into his nuts so quickly that there was no way for them to recover between blows. There was an audible pop after the fifth impact as something broke in his left nut.  Mark didn't fair any better. His abused scrotum was compressed - extremely violently - ten times. On the eighth blow his left nut imploded into soup. On the ninth several membranes in his right nut gave way. And on the tenth the unthinkable happened.

"Ooooh!"

Mark moaned as his cock erupted spewing rope after rope of cum all over the stage. His toned body tensed up as he convulsed from the mind numbing orgasm. By the time it was over, and the piston had retracted, his sack had been permanently flattened to half its normal width, the swollen abomination straining against the walls of the tube.

"Fuck yeah!" the player cheered as he incredulously watched Mark shooting his final load.

Mark's nuts were clearly destroyed, but that didn't stop the next three guys from lancing Killian's right nut, each time Killian struggled not to collapse into a heap and each time Mark's nuts were hammered more than a dozen times. 

BLOOSH

Mark's sack exploded as the piston was still slamming into them, filling the clear tube with its tendril like, gunky remains. 

SPLOTCH

The piston continued to destroy what was left for Mark's nuts until the requisite number of blows had been landed, each carrying the force of a hammer swung by a ripped muscle jock. Mark was quickly removed from the stage, leaving behind a puddle of jizz and a tube full of unrecognizable testicle tartar that was slowly oozing down the inside walls.

Thirteen needles were jutting out of Killian's right nut and seven out of the other. Killian was sobbing, barely able to stand up straight and Araf was panting heavily, sweating as his own swollen nuts pressed against the inside of the tube.

Now there were only a handful of players left in the audience. There was a very real chance Araf and Killian were going to walk away with severely damaged, but still recognizable cum tanks.

"Whose next?" the announcer called up.

A giddy young man who was barely in his twenties hopped onto the stage and took a needle. He ran it along Killian's chest, playfully poking at Killian's nipples before slowly running the head of the needle down Killian's torso. Killian closed his eyes and braced himself but even he was totally unprepared at what happened next. 

The presumably meek young man was anything but. The needle tore through Killian's left nut so aggressively that it felt like it had been driven in with a machine. Killian's eyes opened in shock and pain and his knees started to buckle. At the same time the piston between Araf's legs hammered upward again and again. And again. And again and again. Araf wailed in terror as the mechanism shot up more than a dozen times and was showing no signs of stopping.

"Oh! Should have mentioned this. Araf is now getting hit for every needle, his and Mark's. Oops," the announcer laughed.

SPLORTCH

On the eighteen and ninetieth blows Araf's eyes rolled into his head as his fat nuts catastrophically exploded. The piston kept going, slamming into the chunky goo as it crushed what was left of his tomatoes into tomato paste. As if in slow motion Killian's legs buckled and he fell to toward the ground, his mind clouded as over twenty needles poked out at various angles from this ball bag. Instinctively he reached out his hands to stop his fall. It was as a devastating mistake.

No sooner as his hands had hit the ground, clearly out of the safe zone, than a loud, low rumble came from beneath the stage.

"Nooooooo!" 

Killian's deep, booming voice thundered through the arena as all twenty-one needles were yanked toward the ground by the powerful magnet. To say that they tore through the internal structures of Killian's manhood like a hot knife through butter would be an understatement. It was more like a blowtorch through snow. To everyone's amazement - whilst Killian's balls were spliced into big, weighty chunks  - his half-hard cock let off a final, pitiful spurt of slushy baby batter. It was like a genetic gravy to the pile of shredded testicle mince meat that was painting the floor as the sharp metal lacerated his sack from the inside out.

Araf and Killian were quickly carried off stage for treatment as the audience got on stage to inspect the devastating mess left behind. It didn't take long before all of them had stroked out their own loads drowning what was left over of Araf, Mark and Killian's pounded and punctured balls.