Birthday Ball Bash

My name is Miguel and you would not believe the amazing ball bashing, nut cracking birthday party my friends threw for me last November. Let me tell you about it, but trust me if you also have fantasies about rupturing a guy's sack you're going to get jealous...

The day before the big event, there was a more traditional birthday party at my mom's house. She and my father got divorced many years ago but are still cordial, so it was really nice to see everyone getting along and having fun. My mom seemed to really like my dad's new boyfriend- yes, boyfriend- Leopoldo. Leopoldo was a handsome thirty year old from Zaragoza and that was about all I knew about him. The few times I had met him before my birthday he was pretty shy but I could tell there was a lot going on under his hazel eyes. And knowing my father's tastes I was sure Leopoldo was anything but vanilla behind closed doors.

Anyway, the first party was very traditional. There were little kids running around playing tag, pop music playing and lots of fun mingling. Somehow my mom had invited the whole family - and half of the rest of Granada - into her home without it feeling crammed. It was a great day and midway through my sister presented me with a huge vanilla crème cake she had baked herself. It was tiered almost like a wedding cake and was so heavy that her adorable husband Valerio had to carry it to the table. I always liked Valerio,  but for some reason our relationship really hit it off after my sister had their fourth child. Maybe Valerio just enjoyed pretending he was a carefree bachelor again as we hung out in my living room drinking champagne, watching movies and chatting. I remember finding it odd that Valerio had accepted the invitation to my special birthday bash. It wasn't a secret what was going to happen there...

Okay, so that is enough about the relatively boring, cake and cocktails birthday party. Now, let me tell you about what happened the next day. The Big Event, as I call it. This time my father was hosting at the house he shared with Leopoldo outside of town. It was a massive home that overlooked the rolling Sierra Nevada foothills. There was edgy club music playing everywhere - my favorite - but unlike the traditional party there was no cake, no children and - most notably - no women.

Of course I was there, along with my father Lorenzo, a fifty-two year old who looked like a carbon copy of myself. He looked much younger than he was and people often confused us as brothers which only served to stroke his ego. My dad is hot, so I wasn't surprised at all when he ended up with a man twenty-years his junior. Along with my dad, the guess list included several of my male friends and family members. Valerio, by brother in law, was there, as was my dad's boyfriend Leopoldo, naturally. My uncle on my father's side Carlos was there with his sons, my cousins, Dario and Hugo. Dario and Hugo are thirty-two like me, and had just recently celebrated their own birthdays. We've always gotten along really well so I was beyond excited to see them at the party. My best friend from university Jose was also there. Jose is a bit younger than me so I kind of treat him like an annoying - but much loved - little brother.  

My close friend Hector, a fiery Irish redhead who seemed to be on a permanent vacation in Spain, was also there. Hearing his Irish-accented Spanish always makes me giggle and our geeky yet perverted personalities play off each other nicely. We had met years ago when he was backpacking through the region and became fast friends. After that he would frequently visit, still opting for hostels instead of nice hotels which I'm sure he can afford. He claims it is to get a more authentic experience, but I'm pretty sure it is to have easier access to naive - and sexually adventurous - young men along the way. Whatever the true reason for his frequent trips, I am always glad to see my buddy Hector.

There were only four rules to my party. No children, no women, no clothes once you entered the house and no saying no to anything I wanted to do. The invites only went to guys who I was sure could follow these rules and - as I expected - a few did decline, which was fine. I wouldn't have enjoyed it if anyone was forced to do anything they didn't want to do, so I took the acceptance of the invitation as permission for me to have my ultimate birthday wish. After all, the title of the card was 'Birthday Ball Bash' and no one was fooled into thinking that it was just a clever play on words. The full invite was: 

You are invited to help me celebrate my thirty-second birthday with an epic ball bash. If you're receiving this then you already know how much I enjoy crushing nuts and yours have been on my list for years! 

That's right, I've secretly been dreaming of turning your family jewels into diamond dust - but you already knew that, didn't you? 

Your testicles will enter, but will probably not leave. Make a deposit at a sperm bank and kiss your boys goodbye! Accepting this invitation would be giving me the ultimate gift - you know you want to! Get ready to sing castrato :)

- XOXO Miguel, November, 20xx

Once everyone was present, and naked, the real fun began. I chose the no clothes rule so that I could clearly see the toys I was going to be working with and I was not disappointed. Like I said, my dad is hot with a fit, if not particularly sculpted body and a ruggedly handsome face that looked like someone took my picture and aged it a bit in Photoshop. Unlike my meticulously manscaped body, dad embraced his naturally hairiness and his torso, legs and arms were covered in thick black hair. His two pendulous nuts swung between his toned legs and were covered in fine black hair which somehow made them look even bigger. They were about the same size as mine, large but not enormous.

Valerio, on the other hand, had a set of truly massive nuts that hung halfway to his knees. It was no wonder my sister had cranked out so many kids so quickly with such sperm tanks in her bed. The svelte twenty year old was the youngest guy there and he seemed especially excited to be there. I knew from hanging out with him that Valerio was straight as an arrow - or at least espoused to be - so it was hot to watch him comfortably mingling with the other totally naked guests so nonchalantly.

Leopoldo was my age but his rugged handsomeness made him look older, not in a bad way at all. Between his sculpted legs was the largest set of testicles I had ever seen on a man - including in porn. They were huge, round and shaved and I could tell Leopoldo was enjoying the attention they were getting. Even Valerio seemed impressed. 

Like my dad, my uncle Carlos was quite hairy but was in amazing shape for his age. He was well into his fifties but his abs were a virtual washboard and his big strong arms were still rock hard. Like me dad, uncle Carlos sported a pair of large, if not giant, nuts that I had dreamed about cracking ever since I had first laid eyes on them in a locker room way back when I was in high school.

His sons Dario and Hugo were in their early thirties and are even more fit, younger versions of their dad. On the day of the party, they looked like bronzed-skin Greek statues and it was obvious everyone was noticing their chiseled physiques and devastatingly handsome faces. They each sported large, oblong stones and fat, girthy cocks that were as big flaccid as most cocks were fully hard. They were indeed paradigms of male perfection but the hottest thing about them was how modest and friendly they were. Even though they could have been, Dario and Hugo weren't arrogant or cocky and in fact seemed slightly embarrassed that they were hands-down the hottest men at the party. There is something incredibly hot about a guy who knows he's hot yet doesn't flaunt it. Being humble truly is sexy.

Shockingly, the party was the first time I had ever seen my friend Jose naked. I had tried to sneak views of him in the locker room after a workout, but he always managed to stay hidden under a towel. He was straight, and I valued our friendship too much to ever make a move on him, but he knew how much I lusted after him. I took it as the ultimate sign of friendship, understanding and respect that he accepted the invitation. I had made no secret of my love of ball busting over the years and Jose knew that I jacked off frequently thinking about cutting off his family tree. He was an only child so ruining his chances of having offspring was that much hotter, especially since he always talked about how much he wanted to have children. He was from Madrid, a cosmopolitan lad, whose youthful appearance almost made him look like a hot teenager rather than his actual thirty years old. He was basically hairless, though to this day I'm not sure if that's natural or shaved, but it doesn't matter. The lack of hair really showed off his slim, toned body and I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was sporting a huge, fat sack between his legs. I had always envisioned that Jose's nuts were large but they were even bigger than I expected. I knew I was going to have a lot of fun with them.

Rounding out the guests of honor was Hector, my Irish friend. His red hair was neatly styled and he was mingling freely through the crowd. Hector's cock was permanently semi-hard and I could tell he wanted to bang every man at the party - including my dad who he had often referred to as a DILF, "Daddy I'd Like to Fuck". I was pleased to see that he hadn't trimmed his man berries, and the low hanging, round orbs were covered in a layer of ginger hair. I remember reading his response to my invitation. He knew how much I wanted to pop his ginger nuts wide open, so he had replied with a hand written note: 

My amigo Miguel! You're my brother from another mother! I cannot wait to let you finally get what you've always wanted! You know I don't want to be bothered with kids anyway! 

Love You, Hector!

There was plenty of alcohol at the party, along with poppers and porn playing on the televisions both straight and gay to make sure everyone had something to their liking to look at. I noticed that Hugo was helping himself to the poppers and when I walked up to him the goofy grin on his face made it clear that he was ready for my first party trick. He grabbed his fat sack and shook it toward me .

"Hey cousin, are you ready to have some fun?" he winked and smiled at me.

I smiled wickedly as I determined Hugo would be the first to get the party started. I turned down the music and had everyone gather around at the side of the infinity pool. There was a table setup and I instructed Hugo to lay on it, his thick cock swelling and pointing straight into the air.  My dad and uncle tied his arms and ankles to the corners of the table, forcing his muscular legs to stay wide open as he was spread eagle on the table. His heavy nuts rested on the table between his legs and his massive cock literally cast a shadow over them, looking like it was going to spurt at any time.

I produced a long thin candle with a wooden wick and hovered it over Hugo's cock. 

"It is my birthday, cousin. How about I blow out the candle!"

Hugo grinned as I lightly lubed up the candle and slid it into his piss slit. I'm well experienced with sounding so was very careful not to cause any actual damage - at least initially - but judging by the howls coming from him, Hugo clearly wasn't. Once ten inches of candle had disappeared into his cock, leaving just an inch sticking out to be lit, his bother Dario handed me a lighter. I lit the fame and set the candle alight. The heat radiated through the wooden wick, slowly heating his shaft from the inside out and Hugo thrashed on the table. Leopoldo and and some of of the others quickly stepped in to hold him down, letting the his giant flaming cock jut straight into the air. The gang sang happy birthday to me as I lowered my face over Hugo's cock and the roaring birthday flame. The flame was roasting the mushroom head of his cock and blisters were starting to appear. Meanwhile, the melting wax was forming a thick layer on his trapped balls, with each boiling drop of wax eliciting a shriek from my hot cousin.

After a thick layer of wax had formed and Hugo's cock was thoroughly cooked, I blew out the candle. Hugo wasn't even done giving a sigh of relief before I relit the wick, letting the flame roar back to life, sizzling his huge cock and continuing to drip hot wax on his boys. After another rousing rendition of 'happy birthday', I blew out the candle again. Then lit the candle again. By now so much of the candle had disappeared into Hugo's cock that I quickly blew it out before reaching for the lighter fluid under the table. 

Hugo looked up to me with a mix of panic and lust as I squirted a generous amount of the liquid all over his rock hard shaft, his fat nuts and what was still visible of the candle. I held the lighter dangerously close to his soaked manhood.

"Whose ready for a happy birthday!" I shouted. 

All of the watching crowd, especially Hugo's brother and dad, roared in approval. I lit the lighter and held it just away from Hugo's huge junk. I wanted to make sure that I thoroughly captured the visual of his large, fat nuts and huge throbbing cock soaked in lighter fluid before...

WOOOOSH

The flame had barely touched Hugo's pole, but it was enough for his entire package to erupt into a towering flame. Hugo thrashed and screamed as his cock turned a painful looking lobster red and every drop of sperm started to boil in his bubbling nuts. It was obvious the flames were doing real damage to my cousin's package, but I was too turned on to put them out. I turned to the watching crowd and motioned for them to sing the birthday song yet again. The tempo of the song was slower than normal, giving the flame time to really do damage to Hugo's nuts and cock. I watched in delight as Hugo's cock blistered and boiled and his balls became charred and blackened.

Finally, I tried to blow out the giant cock candle but my blowing was no match for the fiery column towering over Hugo's crotch. Hugo's cock looked like a giant flaming torch and his balls were bright red, starting to turn charred as his manhood was literally burned to a crisp. Hugo screamed and thrashed but his cock stayed rock hard.

"Put it out, Miguel! Please!" he screamed. 

I kept blowing on Hugo's flaming cock but it was no use. Finally I ran into the villa and returned with a small metal fire extinguisher. Everyone backed away from the table expecting there to be a cloud of extinguisher smoke, but I had other plans. I raised the heavy fire extinguisher over Hugo's crotch. Through his screams, I could tell Hugo knew what was about to happen next.

CRACK

I slammed the fire extinguisher straight down onto Hugo's raging cock. I almost jizzed as I felt the fat ten inch fuck stick crumble under the force. It collapsed into a deformed husk but his crotch was still on fire. Without hesitation I slammed the extinguisher down again, slamming into his heavy nut sack. Hugo let out a tortured wail which seemed to make Dario's cock twitch as I slammed the fire extinguisher over and over into his still flaming balls. Hugo's crotch was still flaming when I felt the satisfying crunch of of one of his nuts collapsing completely under the blows. A moment later, this last nut flattened completely. Hugo let out a final horrified scream before blacking out, a waft of smoke rising from his totally ruined package. I tossed the fire extinguisher aside and surveyed the damage, Hugo's once massive schlong was completely destroyed, pounded into his pelvis like a big meaty nail and cracking under the pressure. His shaft was full of nothing but oatmeal and it was obvious Hugo would never again be able to get hard. Both of his nuts were charred, burned and utterly flattened. Each of the fat man pods were now permanently a half inch thick, which was much too thin for them to even hope of maintaining any of their structural integrity. Hugo's nuts were ruined and it took all of my self control to not just stroke myself off right there.

Instead, my dad and Dario untied Hugo, lifted him up and tossed him into the pool.

"You look like you were getting a bit hot!" Dario joked.

Hugo swam to the edge of the pool and crawled out, clutching his still steaming, crushed nuts and absolutely destroyed fuck stick, whimpering quietly as he lay dripping along the side of the pool. Hugo's nuts had felt amazing being crushed like that. It was like I had taken the extinguisher to two large bugs which finally exploded with a satisfying crunch. I could tell this was going to be the best birthday ever.

Next up, was the piñata game. I hadn't had an actual piñata at a birthday party in decades, but this was going to be an extra special twist. Dario was Hugo's paternal twin so I didn't want them to be too physically different. Uncle Carlos and Hector were able to tie Dario to a tree near the pool with his ankles tied to his wrist, I believe the term in English is 'hog tie'. Dario was hoisted up but not before I stuffed a massive ball gag into his mouth. He looked so hot hanging and vulnerable, unable to scream as his handsome face was deformed by the gag. His oval shaped low hangers dangled from his body. His muscles glistened with sweat as he nervously anticipated what has going to happen next.

I produced a wooden bat and tossed it to Hector. Hector held the bat slightly confused as I explained the rules. We would treat Dario's hanging ball bag like a piñata, swinging at it and striking it as hard as we could. The only real rule would be that I would be the one to land the terminal blows. Hector smiled broadly and took a batting stance under Dario.

"Mmmmph!" Dario screamed into his gag as the bat slammed into his nuts.

Jose was next and he delivered a devastating blow to Dario's low hangers, which bounced wildly under the blow. Dario screamed into his gag but his cock stayed rock hard as Hector handed the bat off to Leopoldo. Leopoldo's gym toned body was well equipped for the task and the wooden bat hit Dario's nuts so hard that it sounded like the bat itself was going to break, let alone Dario's nuts. Leopoldo got in a final hit before giving the bat to uncle Carlos, Dario's own father.

Carlos took a moment to admire his offspring suspended in midair. He had already seen one of his son's nuts torched and flattened, but here was Dario's nuts, swollen and red but otherwise healthy. It was quite a contrast to Hugo; a contrast uncle Carlos seemed determined to resolve. 

Dario's eyes bugged out and he screamed into his gag as his dad sent the bat sailing into his nuts over and over.

"Pweeeeeze!" Dario screamed as his battered testicles were sent bouncing between his legs.

"I think he likes it!" my dad commented pointing to the string of precum oozing out of Dario's cock.

Indeed, despite the fact Dario had just suffered the worst ball busting of his life, his cock was literally hard as rock and dripping. It was all the visual my uncle needed to slam the bat into his son's orbs yet again, sending them rocketing around in their swelling sack. Dario wailed as uncle Carlos tossed the bat to Valerio.

My brother-in-law took a moment to feel the weight of the bat in his hands and responded with a wicked grin. This wasn't some foam knock-off, this was a genuine, high quality heavy wooden bat that was guaranteed to do some damage.

"Batter up!" Valerio roared as he swung the bat as hard as possible into Dario's nuts.

Dario screamed as his nuts flew away from his body like a pendulum. They were immediately slammed again upon return, and again. By the tenth hit, Valerio had established quite a rhythm with Dario's huge, red and swollen plums connecting with the just-swung bat every time they had recovered from the previous blow, leaving them in a state of perpetual nut-cracking motion.

Dario's nuts looked quite bad by the time Valerio tossed the bat to my dad who unleashed all of his power into the blows. I honestly thought Dario's testicles were going to be knocked right out of his sack. They were being hideously deformed with each blow, swinging wildly between his legs and I knew that if my dad kept up his wild swinging there wouldn't be anything left of Dario's baby makers except confetti.

"Come on! I want to see the candy shoot out!"

CRACK

Dario was delirious as my dad permanently dented his big right nut. He laughed as he tossed the bat back to uncle Carlos, who promptly took the bat to his son's battered balls. He held the bat with only one hand, trading in the devastating full-body blows my father had been giving to slightly less extreme - but still damaging - hits. Dario's nuts were swinging like a crazy pendulum, bouncing and cracking as the bat was passed around the group until finally, sensing that my cousin was just a few blows away from falling off the family tree, I took the bat.

Though he was dazed and exhausted from yelling, Dario looked at me pleadingly as I readied my stance. I let the bat sail forward, coming just short of slamming into his piñata. I did that multiple times, each time eliciting a shriek from Dario without ever making contact. I wanted to make sure my aim was perfect. Finally, I let the bat sail. Dario's eyes bugged out and he hadn't even comprehended the impact before I went crazy and the bat became a blur. Dario's sack bounced like a feather in the wind as his last nut was turned into paste in his sack. By the time I was done and my dad and uncle bought him down, Dario's sack was lumpy and flattened. He whimpered off next to the pool with his brother, clutching an ice pack my uncle had thrown to him.

After my cousins were out of the game, I decided it was time to play my version of pin the tale on the donkey. Hector had volunteered for this game. He got down on the ground with his torso over a tree stump, not quite touching but it came in handy as you'll see. My uncle tied his ankles and wrists to spikes forcing him to stay on all fours, his delicious Irish ass jutting up into the air and his big, heavy sack dangling between his legs.

I pulled out a vibrating dildo that started out normally proportioned but got gradually wider until the tenth inch where it was a thick as a soda can. I explained that each of us would take brief turns blind folded to try and ram it into Hector's ass and after it was inserted I would activate it so that he was being fucked while I would try to kick his nuts back to Ireland. Hector seemed really excited and his thick cock was hard, oozing into the grass as Leopoldo took his turn. We all laughed as Leopoldo kept ramming the dildo near Hector's hole but not quite hitting the mark. Next it was dad's turn. He was able to find the hole and had gotten it just barely in before it was time. Valerio actually found the hole with expert precision, but hesitated slamming the dildo in, only inserting it sheepishly before his time was up.

By now Hector was leaking like a faucet and uncle Carlos was able to walk the short distance from the starting line to Hector without losing his target even with the blindfold. Hector squealed in delight as all ten inches were rammed into his hole. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" Hector moaned as I pushed the button on the remote.

The intensity gradually increased until his prostate was being thoroughly pounded. Valerio and Jose tried to act like watching Hector getting fucked wasn't turning them on but their semi hard cocks weren't fooling anyone. We all watched and cat called while uncle Carlos expertly milked Hector's prostate, his full nuts bouncing under him and his cock looking like it was primed to shoot.

"Slow down, uncle, it's my birthday!" 

I crossed my arms and faked indignation as Carlos chuckled, ramming the dildo all the way in as we stepped away. For this game, I decided to wear a pair of soccer cleats. I lined up my kick carefully before sending my foot slamming into Hector's nuts. Over and over. Hector let out a scream mixed with a laugh and naturally tried to collapse, but the tree stump kept him from falling too far and the rope around his ankles kept him from closing his legs. I worked up a sweat and everyone was cheering me on as I laid waste to my buddy's nuts. Every cheesy sports theme metaphor that could be applied to ball busting was thrown out, and through it all Hector was moaning and crying and squealing in pleasure and pain. The closer his nuts came to rupturing the harder he got.

"Crack my nuts!"  He roared as my foot made contact. 

His beefy nuts had endured much more abuse than I thought they would, but all good things come to an end. Hector flooded the ground and tree stump under him with scrambled nut sauce as his boys were both turned into chunky ball stew. It felt like i had kicked a deflating soccer ball and left a permanent dent! I still remember clearly the sensation of his nuts' cascading failure as my toe tore deeper and deeper into the flesh. 

"Way to go, Miguel!" Leopoldo shouted.

We got Hector untied and let him lay out in the grass nursing his battered, cum covered nuts. He had quite the look of satisfaction on his face. 

A heavily modified game of bowling and darts were next. Dario and Hugo had managed to rejoin the party, they were still obviously in pain but found the inner strength to participate once they saw who the next players were. Carlos, their father, my sexy friend Jose and the hunky Leopoldo were up.

Leopoldo was tied standing to the same tree Dario had been suspended over, with his big nuts tied at their base making them bulge out. They looked absolutely huge. Carlos and Jose were laying on the ground with their legs spread and wooden ramps positioned that ended right at their nuts. The rules for the games were simple. Valerio, my father Lorenzo, Dario, Hugo and I would take turns throwing heavy metal darts at Leopoldo's sack or rolling large metal balls down the ramp to crash into Carlos or Jose's trapped nuts. 

Dario and Hugo both took one of the heavy metal balls in their hands and looked down at their dad smiling. The balls were slightly smaller than actual bowling balls but much heavier and they smiled wickedly at each other as Dario placed his ball on the ramp. It rolled picking up speed until slamming into uncle Carlos' sack. He let out a wail as Dario picked up the ball that was now smashing his dad's balls into the ground and Hugo took his turn. The brothers kept alternating as uncle Carlos' screams kept climbing octaves.

Valerio seemed to be taking special delight in rolling the heavy metal ball down the ramp leading to Jose's sack. His cock would twitch every time the ball landed on Jose's balls with a loud splat, each time flattening them just a bit further. Jose's meaty cock stayed mostly soft during the abuse which was a shame because his hard dick jutting over his smoking body as his balls were turned to mush would have been the best visual. 

My dad and I were loving using Leopoldo's sack like a pin cushion. The throwing line was far enough to be a mild challenge but not so close that it was effortless. A few of them had struck his abs and thighs but most of them had impacted - and were sticking out - of his sack and cock. Leopoldo's truly massive nuts were lacerated by the sharp heavy darts and the worse they got the closer dad and I nudged the line forward. 

"Honey, thank you so much for giving this gift to my son!"

Dad said smiling as he reached out and punctured his boyfriend's juicy left nut with a dart. Yeah, I know, but the end we were cheating so blatantly that we weren't so much throwing the darts as pushing them in like pins. Meanwhile...

SQUISH

"Yes!" 

Dario and Hugo gave each other high fives as their dad's bloated sack permanently flattened to less than half inch. Afterwards they told me there was a sickening-sweet crunching at the moment of final impact, and I wish I had been closer to hear it. Jose was not faring better. As soon as uncle Carlos was out of the running, Dario and Hugo joined Valerio over Jose. No one was using the ramp now, they were just hovering the ball over Jose who tried desperately to close his legs.

The sound of Jose' wailing in falsetto was music to my ears and I knew what was about to happen. I gave Leopoldo's nuts a break to walk over to Jose.

CRUNCH. SPLAT...

His nuts were swollen and black. They obviously weren't going to last too much longer. I stood over him stroking my cock as my eyes darted between Jose's abused sack, his amazing laid out body and the three hot men throwing metal balls at his junk. Dario and Valerio were being so violent that they had worked up a sweat, heaving every ounce of strength in to the task. Their bodies were glistening and the whole setup was so fucking hot...

"Oh shit!" I screamed and my knees buckled.

I shot all over Jose. Literally. I sprayed so hard and so much I didn't even believe it as it was happening. His pecs and face were covered. I plastered both of his eyes shut. He was gargling my cum as ropes had landed in his open screaming mouth. He trying to beg with a mouth full of jizz. He couldn't even see what was happening clearly since he'd been blinded by my load.

BLOOOOSH

Everything inside Jose's sack disintegrated. It looked like a purple, bruised sack of oatmeal. It was a beautiful site. As the others helped up Carlos and Jose, I made my way over to Leopoldo, slowly - and painfully - removed all of the darts from his cock and balls then kicked, punched and kneed his swinging manhood, slamming it into the tree, until the already weakened organs burst one by one. His handsome face was etched in shock as the gravity of losing his favorite body parts sank in.

I gave everyone time to recover in order to join me in the house for the final phase. Valerio and my dad were going to present their gifts which I could then use on their packages however I wanted. Valerio went first. I tore the wrapping off of the box and gasped in shock at what was inside. 

"Thank you! Thank you!"

I gave my hot brother-in-law a hug and a kiss on the cheek, our naked bodies were pressed tightly against each other. I could feel his absolutely ridiculous nuts slapping against my thigh. All eyes were on Valerio's massive low hangers and the box.

"Umm, should we maybe lay down a tarp?" Hector joked. 

His nuts had cracked into pieces in the bag, but Hector wasn't sure Valerio was going to have anything left after I was done. And judging by the size of Valerio's tomatoes there was a very real chance I was going to cover the room with tomato paste.

"I thought you'd like it," Valerio grinned.

That's when I noticed his cock was starting the swell.

Valerio had gone to the hardware store and picked out various items that I had told him I had always fantasized about using on him. It as so hot he had remembered! There was a mallet with a stiff rubber head, a heavy duty woodworking vice and a power drill.

I asked for a volunteer to help hold Valerio's hand behind his back as he stood against the table, letting his awesome nuts rest on it. Carlos stepped up to help and there was no way Valerio could escape, even if he wanted to.

What I ended up doing to poor Valerio's package was so incredibly depraved that even retelling it gives me goosebumps - and a hard on. I think I just got overwhelmed by the prospect of neutering this totally hot, down to Earth, Mr. Nice Guy who was cool enough to literally let me crush his nuts. I will spare you the gory details, but let me just say: Long drill bits should not be used as urethral sounds - even if they are well lubed and if you do, definitely - definitely - don't turn the drill on. I bet Valerio was such a hot fucker in bed, expertly using his eleven inch, perfectly shaped penis to please any hole lucky enough to have it. But now... not so much. 

Every muscle in Valerio's taught little body was etched as he struggled to break free from my uncle's grip. Dario had to assist keeping Valerio in place. His cock, his perfect cock, was transformed into a chunk filled hull as the drill bit spun inside of it. Valerio's cock certainly won't be able to get hard - let alone fuck anything - ever again. He's had it reconstructed with an inflatable tube but it isn't nearly the same.

As for Valerio's bull nuts, they ended up under the vice. His legs were thrashing wildly trying to save something of his manhood but I just kept cranking it shut, never breaking eye contact with those beautiful hazel eyes, until his nuts were a thick, dense patty. They seemed like they weren't going to flatten any further but we all know how 'man versus machine' stories end. Valerio's huge nuts cracked into at least four or five big flattened chunks.  I should have stopped there, just left him with a sack full of broken jewels but then I remembered the mallet.

I will just say that testicles - especially big ones - are not nearly as resistant to blunt force after they've been ruptured. I probably should have stopped after smashing what was left of one of his nuts until it felt like slurry. Instead, I kept going until the table top was cracked and his last huge, busted nut was struck so hard that it... splattered out of the sack. Valerio finally blacked out, his eyes locked on mine as he faded out.

Unfortunately, after that, everyone's attention turned to cleaning up after Valerio so I wasn't able to get to dad's present. Maybe next time...

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So that's the story of my wild birthday ball bash! I'm already in the process of trying to convince the guys who declined my last invitation to accept this coming year, and I think I already have a few on board. There is also the hot junior manager from work who I saw on a fetish website; I've been slowly leading him down kinkier and darker conversations so I'm pretty sure that by the next party he'll be on board, too. 

My dad has already agreed to host again along with Leopoldo and Alejandro - the newest member of their throuple - who Leopold has told me has absolutely enormous balls. "Cracking one of his would be like ruining both nuts on a normal guy," Leopoldo wrote in a recent text. I'm excited to see if his boasts are true. Hector already agreed to drop in next year and he promised he'll bring along a hot young guy from his travels as well as let me - and these are his words - 'rip off my big Irish cock with your bare hands'.

I hope you enjoyed the story, but I have to be going now. Valerio is on his way over to watch movies, drink champagne and help me get off retelling the gross end of his package.

Adios.