Frat Boys Painting Eggs

 

That's right! A second Easter-themed story this year! So many eggs to crack, so little time! Don't forget to check out yesterday's short story (and drawing).

It was a dreary spring day, Easter Morning, to be exact, and a handful of Tau Omega Chi brothers at Quintero University were gathered in the basement of their frat house. The basement was long and mostly empty, the few furniture and foosball tables had been pushed along the walls.

"Ah, welcome!" came a booming voice.

Jose, chapter president, held out his hand to Axel, the president of the Tau Omega chapter of nearby Amajor University, who was walking down the stairs. the 

"I wouldn't miss this!" Axel grinned as behind him the basement door was closed and locked.

Standing tied to a beam at the the room was a handsome middle aged man with short cropped hair and wearing stylish sunglasses, a black bowtie and a pair of floppy rabbit ears. A gag had been shoved into his mouth and he was sweating bullets as several of the young men openly lusted after his lean, toned body.

"It's so easy to find muscle guys willing to show off for a few bucks. This one thought he was playing a naughty Easter Bunny for a sorority. We had him tackled and to the basement before he even knew what hit him,"

"Ha! And with all those muscles, too," 

Axel laughed as he eyed the hunky captured model. He was a beefy son of a bitch, no doubt very popular with his clients, but the most impressive part was between his legs. Two huge, round shaved nuts the size of small citrus fruits hung slightly between his thighs, and towering over them was a thick, long cock. His legs were forced to stay open with a spreader bar at his angles and his hands were free. Axel looked at Jose quizzically.

"Oh, why is he holding an Easter basket full of eggs? We'll get to that," Jose smiled.

Axel chuckled.

Jose produced a paintball gun and a pledge bought over several buckets of ammo. Each player would get five shots. During the assault, the model would be holding an egg in his hand and would try not to break. If he somehow succeeded and every guy got in their shots without him crushing it, the game would be over. If not, the line of guys would go at it again. Axel smiled as he noticed that mixed in among the normal paint balls were pellets that had been frozen completely solid, hard as rocks, and a few actual metal spheres.

To stop someone from just loading the gun with metal bullets on his turn, a pledge reached into the bucket and would load the gun randomly between rounds. The first player was a short blonde frat boy whose finger was twitching as he smiled and fired away his five rounds rapid fire.

"Mmmmph"

 

The model screamed into his gag as his colorful explosions started to paint his sack. The blonde frowned when he realized all five pellets had been harmless, though painful, paint balls. Axel frowned as the model get incredibly lucky, the next twenty rounds were all paintballs. The small orbs felt awful as they crashed into his hulking nuts, but the tough organs absorbed the blows as they were painted in bright, neon colors. 

"Mmmph! Pwpppph! Pwppppht!"

The handsome model was hysterical as guy after guy unloaded their five rounds into his now multicolored sack, a few of them taking great pleasure in aiming for his oversized cock.

CRUNCH

There was a comical crunching as the stud's fist reflexively closed around the egg he was holding at the same time a frozen paintball found his sack. Unlike the normal versions, the frozen pellet was rock hard, barely cracking open as it crushed impossibly deep into his swelling right nut.

"Pwwmght!" 

Tears were running from behind the model's sunglasses as Jose barked for him to take another egg out of the basket that had been strapped to his arm. And it was a good thing too because he was wildly gyrating, desperate to escape, but was trapped firmly in place. Axel's mind raced at what devious threat Jose and his brothers must have come up with to compel the terrified model to play the 'game' instead of just refusing to take an egg.

Unfortunately for the model, his breaking the egg guaranteed that there would be at least one more round. He let out a horrified wail as a solid metal ball slammed into his sack, followed by a frozen paint ball before finally getting lucky - relatively speaking - with the next few guys getting only regular paint balls to fire. It was the end of the round. Every muscle in the model's tight body was glistening with sweat and his abs were permanently tensed.

"Okay guys, we get one more round with him, so if you wanna' keep going make sure to crack his Easter eggs good!" Jose shouted to laughter.

"Nmmmph!"

SPLOTCH

"There goes his marshmallows!" a feisty redhead shouted as a metal pellet tore into the target's left nut, taking a chunk of skin with it.

The poor model was writhing and screaming into his gag.

"Hope you didn't wanna' have kids to give Easter candy to!" 

"Break his oversized basket!"

The ratio of harmless paintballs to much more lethal frozen or metal balls was balancing out and the next two players succeeded in causing the guy's left nut to split open. To add insult to injury, the handsome man's arm flexed reflexively, crushing the egg he was holding and guaranteeing at least another round.

"Pwwwwph!" the model was hysterical.

"Ooh! That has to hurt! Right in the man candies!" a frat boy cheered as the five pellets - all frozen - he had just fired caused the trapped model's left nut to fracture open wider, bits of his Easter cream starting to drip onto the floor.

CRUNCH

"It looks like his lollipop likes it!" 

Axel joked as he casually look the loaded gun and aimed it between the model's legs, his huge cock pulsing and throbbing uncontrollably as if he was desperate to fertilize ANYTHING before the end. 

The model accidentally crushed another egg - meaning another round - after a metal orb connected with an totally blew apart his exposed left nut. 

"Mmmmmmph!" the model shook his head so violently that his glasses flew off his face.

At the same time his cock started spewing an absolutely massive, pinkish load that showered his abs, the floor and his shattering nuts. Some of the frat boys were stroking their cocks through their jeans replaying the gross explosion they had just witness, formerly known as the model's left nut.

TWACK

CRUNCH 

BLOOOSH

More and more metal and frozen balls were finding the stud's sack and he screamed and pleaded for mercy. By now the boys weren't even making him hold the egg anymore since he had already gone through so many he had pretty much sealed his fate; there was no way his nuts would survive as many rounds as he had earned himself. 

Axel, being particularly sadistic, walked up to him and pulled the gag out of his mouth, making a point of stepping on a chunk of his left nut that was on the ground; Axel's cock throbbed as he felt it burst under his shoe. Axel soaked in the site of the blazing hot man and turned to the group.

"This guy is heavenly. Let's make him sing like an angel!" 

"For fucks sake! Stop! Please!"

The model was sobbing and crying out for mercy as pellet after pellet found their target. His cock was taking quite a few hits, its entire length a mess of blue and black bruises, it almost looked like it was struggling to stay upright. Anything dangling out of the left side of his bag was quickly pulverized and his right ball split open like a melon, the insides starting to ooze out. A few more well placed metal balls turned his right nut into an equally gory explosion, showering the floor with his ruined gonad.

"Oops! I wanted chunky peanut butter, not creamy!" the frat boy who had fired the fateful shot laughed, snickering at the utter annihilation he had unleashed. 

"How many hits does it take to get to the middle of a Tootsie Roll Cock?" Axel chuckled.

The model's eyes grew huge and he pleaded for Axel to stop.

"Please!"

He aimed all five of his rounds directly at the model's shaft, not like there was much scrotum left.  The model's cock erupted into a riot of bruises and bright colors as all of the boys started aiming exclusively for his horse cock, leaving his broken open, oozing right nut mostly alone. Sick wet crunching echoed from his crotch as the bullets were finding his cock in rapid fire. His dick was being pummeled, the internal structure and tubes were mostly toast; it was barely holding itself together.

"I'm gonna' break his Peter Rabbit," a young man snickered as he took his position.

"Nooooo!"

CRUSPLOOOTCH...

Several of the watching frat boys' jaws dropped in shock as the model's cock broke at the middle of his shaft, half of the beefy slab and it's head landed with a wet plop between his legs, resting on the chunky pile of balls.

The model screamed bloody murder with a look of absolute terror on his handsome face. There were moans as a few of the guys creamed into their jeans at the site of the brutally de-sexed model.

"Guess he'll have to lower his rates now, huh?" Jose laughed.

"Yeah, not sure how much people are willing to pay for for an Easter Bunny with an empty basket," Axel said dryly.

"See, you Amajor boys aren't the only ones who know how to have fun,"

Jose and Axel headed upstairs and the model's deep, frantic blubbering was drowned out as the heavy mahogany door leading to the basement was shut.

"That was awesome, Jose, thanks so much for inviting me,"

The two fraternity presidents chatted casually in the anteroom as the obedient - and horned - brotherhood acted out a well-choreographed reaction to how to deal with broken man candy.

"Anyway, thanks again. But I have to be going," Axel said checking his watch. 

"I don't wanna' be late for church,"

- Thanks to Mr. G for the illustrations.