Twelve Nuts of Christmas

 

The Twelve Nuts of Christmas was one of the most popular winter fundraisers on fraternity row. Each year six unlucky - or lucky, depending on how they looked at it - graduating seniors would volunteer to offer up their manhood to the delight of passersby. 

This year's crop were exceptionally handsome and well endowed, six young men at their absolute prime standing on the lawn outside of their frat house wearing nothing more than Santa hats, boots and goofy grins. Each of them looked to be holding a giftwrapped box at crotch level with a strategically placed hole to allow their bulbous nuts and meaty cocks to rest inside the box. The black rubber tops of the boxes had a slit that would allow a hand to go in but otherwise hid their contents.

"Step right up!" shouted another frat boy acting as the host who was holding a festive sign in front of them.

Two passing young women looked over and chuckled as they read the surprisingly well-made menu that was printed on the sign.

Grab some salty nuts - $5

Grab a hot wiener - $6

Make a frat boy squeal - $10

Crack some walnuts - $20

"Okay, I'm in!" the petite blonde said through laughter, digging five bucks out of her pocket and tossing it into the bucket.

She stepped in front of Chad, the tallest, and gave him a playful wink after checking out his ripped body. Chad felt his truly massive cock start to thicken as he mentally undressed the hot coed but his dreams of fucking were quickly replaced by a sharp pain in his sugar plums. His eyes grew wide as she reached into the box and gave each nut a squeeze, one in each hand.

Her friend chuckled as she tossed in six dollars and headed toward Conner's box. Conner's model like body was matched by an equally impressive cock and the chick smiled in genuine delight as she grabbed it through the top of the box. She slowly started stroking his monster ten incher as his head peaked from the from the top of the box. The two women laughed as they let go of their prizes and wandered off.

Another coed approached immediately behind them, contributing five dollars to the cause. She chose Zach, a hot blonde, and gave his large nuts a devastating squeeze.

"Fuck!" he wailed, totally shocked at the power of this seemingly meek young woman.

"Learned it in self defense class," 

She smiled as he crushed her thumb into the center of his left nut and twisted her wrist, nearly twisting it off.

"Ooh!" Zach squealed.

"Lady, you owe us five more dollars," 

The host pointed to the "make a frat boy squeal' item on the menu and the price of ten dollars. She chuckled as she gave five more dollars to the bucket.

"My fault, I didn't realize he was such a wimp,"

Zach flushed red as his frat brothers roared in laughter.

The young woman had barely walked away when a burly freckle faced student walked up. He looked to be the same age as the standing frat boys and was sporting an obvious tube-shaped bulge in his jeans.

He reached in his pocket and tossed ten dollars in.

"I'm gonna' make you squeal!"

The man stood in front of Greg, a svelte brunet and reached into the box, taking one of Greg's heavy nuts in each hand. Despite the nip in the air, Greg's nuts felt surprisingly hot and sweaty which only made the bulge in his jeans grow bigger. Without breaking eye contact with Greg, the player pressed his thumbs into Greg's fruitcakes, desperate to feel the gooey center. Greg's eyes crossed and he instinctively reached for the man's arms but was stopped by a stern look from the host. Part of the fun of the Twelve Nuts of Christmas was that students, faculty and towns people alike could have their way with six hot studs without limits. Greg let out a desperate high pitched squeal as the man's hands compressed closer and closer.

"Ooooh!"

"Ah! Carol of the Busted Bells, my favorite Christmas song!" the man joked mercifully letting go of Greg's chestnuts. By now a small line had formed. Coeds, rival frat boys, random bystanders and even a few professors nearly filled the five gallon bucket with bills filling the chilly air with the sweet sounds of anguished frat boys singing a swan song to their unborn children.

For nearly an hour there was a steady stream of paying customers. None of the six volunteers had more than a few minutes between having their nuts cracked or their cocks teased. Poor Chad had his cock stroked to the edge of shooting at the same time a football player was absolutely crushing his nuts. Chad wailed and moaned, his heart racing as it felt like the beefy footballer was actually going to crack his baubles. 

"Okay, we'll do a few more and call it a day, okay fellas?" the host said.

All six frat boys were relieved. Inside the six boxes, twelve testicles were swollen, red and mangled. Welts had appeared. Membranes were swollen and chords were stretched. But through it all all six cocks were raging, a few protruding outside of their boxes.

"Thanks, brah," Conner wheezed.

Two angry looking professors had just gone to town on his boys and he thought the two middle aged men were going turn his oversized gumdrops into goop.

"I'll throw in twenty bucks,"

A weak voice shouted out as a lanky nerd in thick glasses, ill fitting jeans and a Toad The Wet Sprocket T-shirt. All six of the hunky brothers laughed derisively, a few of them recognized the boy as Heath who barely registered as a background character in the story of the university's social scene.  Heath cracked his knuckles and tossed in twenty dollars as he pointed to the 'crack some walnuts' menu option. 

"Take a shot, little bro," the host said with a grin.

Heath walked the line, eyeing each box as if he had x-ray vision, before settling on Zach. He reached both hands into the box and ensnared Zach's swollen, huge right nut and before Zach had even registered the sensation Heath began to squeeze. Hard. Very hard. Too hard.

"Fucking Christ!" Zach bellowed.

Heath was pressing in his thumbs, as he clasped his fingers and pulsated his palms together rapidly. It was an obviously well-honed, devastating combination that made everything Zach had suffered so far - combined - seem like a love tap. Zach's eyes rolled into his head but not before he noticed that bulging under the nerd's alt rock T-shirt were two exceptionally well developed biceps. The rest of him was so lanky and awkward no one had noticed. Heath was hardly as chiseled and toned as the contestants but he was hardly a wimp. It would prove to be a consequential miscalculation. 

"Fuck! Oooh!" 

The others grimaced in sympathy as they watched and heard Zach's nut being annihilated.

"Stop! Stop! Please!"

Heath's face warped into a twisted, wicked grin as his hands continued to methodically pulverize Zach's holiday nougat. The pain radiating was so intense that his abs rippled into a washboard and he felt like he was going to hurl. Heath looked into Zach's eyes and winked.

"Bye, bye!"

"No! Please!"

Heath's palms practically touched, pancaking Zach's testicle in his poinsettia colored bag.

SPLOTCH

Zach screamed and fell to the ground, reaching desperately for his nuts but it was no use. He tore the box off before passing out, rolling onto his back showing off his perfect body as it was splayed spread-leg. Between his toned thighs was one hideously swollen, red nut that looked like a giant Christmas ornament and one obviously lumpy, ruined disaster. Conner and Chad fainted at the sight. The others looked on gasping in horror but oddly aroused.

Heath cracked his knuckles and pulled another twenty from his pocket as if nothing unusual had happened. 

"Whose next?"

Greg licked his lips and stepped forward.