Invitation to the Game

 

Techno music and strobe lights pulsed inside of a small empty warehouse. It looked like the setup for a rave, but the platform in the middle was much larger than a DJ booth, a curtain obscured what was on the stage. The standing audience was mostly men and was full of famous Switch streamers and YouTube video game reviewers eager for the night's event. Strikingly absent in the tech savvy crowd were any phones, tablets or other recording devices they would normally use to live stream a major video game event, and everyone was fine with that. Absolute discretion was the price paid to accept an invitation to The Game.

The music gradually shifted to a a rocking house remix of the Green Hill Zone theme music from the original Sonic the Hedgehog and the nostalgia bomb was too much for the gathered video game enthusiasts. They went wild as master Call of Duty player Douglas 'Censor' Martin, better known by his handle CeNSoR, hopped onto the stage. The handsome, ripped body building gamer was wearing nicely fitting jeans and a white A-shirt that sowed off his awesome biceps. He was carrying a video game controller that looked to have many more face buttons than normal and he had on a headset; indeed he looked like he was ready to start a gaming live stream but had something much more fun in mind.

Douglas 'Censor' Martin

"Are you ready for The Game!" he shouted into the microphone, filling the arena with his booming voice.

Everyone cheered as Douglas gave a flourish and the curtain was pulled back revealing a long table with various gaming rigs and monitors setup, everything from retro Nintendo Entertainment Systems to state of the art PlayStation 5s. Behind each station and slightly elevated was a separate larger monitor facing the audience so that they could follow along with the action on screen. The table was tricked out with neon lights and chrome accents and looked like it belonged in any other e-sports arena, except for a few alterations. For one, the table was standing height so there were no chairs for the players. Next, there was no front allowing the audience to see the players lower torso and legs. Finally, in front of each gaming station was a pedestal with a stainless steel stamp positioned over a cavity indentation at the top. There was also a clear tube jutting out from the contraption toward the audience. The devices were called, aptly enough, Crushers, and several people in the audience had seen leaked footage of Channing Tatum having a rather disastrous run in with one so they were excited to see what they could do. Keeping with the futurist theme, the various gears and motors that made the Crushers function were bright chrome and the pedestals themselves were tricked out with LED lights.

"So, as you know, we sent out several invitations to The Game and everyone who accepted agreed to the rules," Douglas continued.

The rules of The Game were simple, players would face off competing in video games ranging from retro to cutting edge, with some very real consequences for the losers.

"They aren't just playing for bragging rights, they're playing for all the marbles, their marbles," Douglas smiled.

"Let me show you,"

He walked in front of one of the Nintendo stations.

"So imagine the player here lost a turn in the game..."

Douglas pushed a button and the metal stamp at that station's crusher lowered a third of the way toward the cavity. Another button press and the stamp lowered another third.

"You can just imagine what would happen if some player had his coin purse in here," 

Douglas pushed the button again and the stamper made contact with the cavity. At the same time, a shredder started to rotate in a blur inside the vacuum tube that was jutting toward the audience. Douglas explained that in order to keep players from just running away, they would be held in place by their cock suctioned by the vacuum tubes and if they lost three times, not only would their balls be compressed totally flat, but their dicks would be ground into chunks.

The crowd went wild.

"Oh, and we have a very special shout out. Vince Cortez, who generously shared his blueprints with our production crew."

On que, the neon accent lights on the crushers started flashing, showing off their impressive chrome accents and glossy white finishes. A spotlight shone on a shy, handsome Latino standing near the front row and he was cheered like a rock star.

"The last player standing not only wins a generous cash prize, but also gets to knock my testicle score to zero," Douglas laughed.

He grabbed his bulging crotch and shook it toward the audience and they went wild with applause.

"Okay, let the games begin!"

Two players sauntered onto the stage and took their station at the old-school Nintendos. After each of them had placed their cocks in the tubes, the suction began, forcing them hard and trapping them in place, the metal stampers hovered menacingly over the four nuts. 

The first player was Ted, a blonde college kid who was known for his tricks in trying to break speed records in classic video games. Ted was tall, good looking and sported a pair of huge, absolutely giant nuts that fit his thick, veiny cock. Next to him was Greg, an equally good looking retro gamer with modest nuts but a horse cock. 

"Go!" Douglas shouted.

The iconic first level of Super Mario Brothers appeared on the player’s screens and the two started playing. They were both demolishing the nearly forty-year old game, taking advantage of exploits the original programmers would have marveled at. Level after level whizzed by and Ted and Greg exchanged trash talk, trying to throw the other off his game, but no one messed up until Greg’s finger slipped sending Super Mario flying into a bottomless pit.

“Oooh!” Greg gasped as the stamper compressed his nuts painfully.

A dull ache filled his ripped stomach as he continued playing, his concentration interrupted as Ted made an unforced error, causing his own nuts to bulge under his stamp. The two were in deep concentration as they played the most consequential game of Super Mario Brothers either had ever played. Suddenly, Greg’s character smashed into a fireball and Mario’s 8-bit character fell off the screen.

“Uh-oh,” Douglas chuckled as he pushed the button.

SPLISH

Greg’s eyes grew into stunned saucers as his bloated sack split open. Ted looked over and laughed evilly. Greg screamed hysterically, not even trying to play, as he desperately tried to dislodge his cock. Meanwhile, Ted was flying through the final level and just before he finished the game he turned to Greg and snarled.

“Sorry, bro, but your balls are in another castle!” 

With that, Ted finished the game and threw down his controller like he was spiking a football, his monster cock still trapped in the vacuum tube and pumped his fists into the air, his eyes fixated on his opponents about to be mushed junk. Douglas pretended to be sad as he pushed Greg’s button a final time. 

Ted’s cheering was abruptly stopped as he felt his own nuts flatten and flatten and flatten.

“Fuck! Turn it off! I won!”

Ted was hysterical and confused; he had clearly won yet his balls were being flattened non stop.

Douglas pretended not to be alarmed as he pushed another button.

SPLOTCH

The stamp over Greg’s nuts nested into the cavity, pushing out its chunky contents formerly known as Greg’s nuts. Greg was hysterical, desperate to save his cock before...

WHIR-SPLOTCH-WHIRR

His cock burst into big meaty chunks at the same time the shredder in Ted’s tube also activated. The young gamer screamed and the shredder struggled to turn his thick, long cock into mince meat. Ted watched in horror as his nuts were compressed by the stamp.

“Pleeeeeease!”BLOOSH

His sack burst open and Douglas pushed another button. Suddenly both stamps raced to their home positions and started rapidly slamming up and down. Every time the stamps would rise, gunky stalactites would be hanging from them, the impacts were so violent that Greg and Ted’s nuts were splattering all over the pedestal. It was the grossest - and hottest - thing Douglas had ever seen. The grinders in the tubes were continuing to whir, transitioning their cocks from chunks, the ground meat, to fibrous soup to something resembling a hearty protein shake. It was way more destruction that anticipated. Their nuts had been liquified. Testicular gloop was overflowing from the indentations, running down the gleaming pedestals. Two beefy volunteers quickly ushered Greg and Ted off the stage but what was left of their nuggets was being pasted like a mortar and pestle, the shredders just continuing to liquify their dicks. They weren't even small pieces of penis left. Douglas kept pressing buttons.

Vince hopped onto the stage and the crowd roared, he smiled and waved as he made his way quickly over to Douglas who turned off his microphone so the audience couldn't hear their conversation. With the press of a button, the machines stopped. Douglas nodded his head as Vince explained - again - the controls. When Vince was convinced Douglas at least somewhat knew what he was doing, he hopped off the stage and rejoined the crowd. The last thing he needed was for his boss - or his future volunteers - to see one of his 'harmless' contraptions go totally berserk, unleashing overkill even on the volunteer who 'won'. He had also advised the event organizers against installing more powerful motors and grinders, but they had clearly not taken his advice.

Douglas laughed into his mic and made a comical shrug to the audience.

"Oops! I guess they both lost!"

Douglas walked over to the Crusher the blonde had been trapped in and grimaced jokingly at the totally liquified splattered mess that used to be his cock and balls.

"I'd say insert another quarter, but I don't think there is a cheat code for 'bring me back into the gene pool'"

The audience roared as slow motion replays of both of the gruesome castrations was played on the video monitors.

Douglas pretended to swirl his finger in the nut slurry that remained of the player's nuts, feigning remorse as he turned to the audience.

"Rest in peace, all you Call of Duty players who will never be born,"

For obvious reason, the Nintendo stations were out of commission and the next two players took their spot in front of two Sega Mega Drives (called Sega Genesis in America). Even though they had just watched their peers get the ultimate game over, both were raring to show off their skills and knock his competitor down a notch.

Travis was a muscular Black college student who had been streaming for years, smashing records on the old school Sega. His round nuts fit the cavity nicely but this enormous cock barely fit in the vacuum tube. Next to him was Alex, also known as Hero Kid, an energetic twenty-two year old Swede who had made a name for himself for his loud attitude and always-on prankster antics. With a whir, the vacuum tubes were activated, trapping both of them in place. The two would be playing Sonic The Hedgehog 2, a video game where players control a lightning-fast blue hedgehog named Sonic as he collects rings. If Sonic hits an enemy he loses all of his collected rings. In any other setting, this would be a mild inconvenience but now every time Travis or Hero Kid lost their rings, their stamps would lower. 

“Go!” Douglas shouted and the audience cheered.

Nostalgia - and nut-busting lust - filled the arena as the two talented players ripped through the game, abusing the program's mechanics to make their character do things the programmers never intended like walk through walls. Keeping with his persona, Hero Kid was hamming it up, barely avoiding collisions in the game on purpose, laughing at the danger. Travis was playing more cautiously but was still pulling out some neat tricks until...

“Nooo!”

Travis had ran Sonic off of a cliff and Douglas crossed his own legs in comic sympathy has he pushed the button. The stamp pressed painfully into Travis’ dark sack. He inhaled deeply as a dull ache filled his guts and continued playing.

“You’ll be feelin’ that in the morning!” Alex joked.

“Fuck!” 

Alex, being a ham, had lost a life in the game and Douglas wasted no time pressing the button. Alex’s nuts were flattened by the stamp and his face suddenly took on a look few had ever seen - seriousness - as he became deadly focused on concentrating on the game. The two continued on, ignoring the pain in their squashed nuts and throwing trash talk until Alex’s finger slipped in the level Scrap Brain Zone near the end of the game. 

SPLOTCH

The stamp lowered another third, which was too flat for Alex’s left nut and it split open like a huge grape. Alex howled and could barely focus on the game, his hands trembling as the constant pressure on his sack continued to extrude its contents out of the rupture. Despite the horrendous pain, the vacuum pressure on his dick was keeping him rock hard.

The crowd was cheering for their favorite player, many encouraging Alex to keep fighting but it seemed hopeless. Travis had reached the level Final Zone which appropriately enough was the final level of the game whilst Alex had fallen behind, his mind too distracted by his beet red, burst open sack..

Travis made quick work of the final boss and the credits started rolling.

“Hey Alex, looks like I’m about to turn your Chaos Emeralds into diamond dust,” Travis laughed,

“Let ‘em have it, Doug!”

“With pleasure,”

SPLISH

Travis’ eyes crossed and he gave Douglas a confused pained look. Both of his testicles had ruptured in the bag as the stamp lowered another third. Unlike Alex, Travis’ sack hadn't split open but it was just millimeters from doing so. His cock twitched in the tube and some audience members hoped he would flood it with an epic load. Vince rolled his eyes at the bumbling emcee while the rest of the audience laughed at Travis’ unfortunate accident. 

Douglas turned toward the audience.

“Ooops! I hope Travis made a backup of his game, AKA, stopped by a sperm bank!”

He pushed the correct buttons this time and the stamp pressing into Alex’s scrotum settled into the indentation. Alex screamed as what was left of his left nut, a rather beefy chunk, was extruded out, followed by his right nut flattening, bursting, and squirting out all over the pedestal like chunky paste. His cock was diced into a dozen pieces and someone came to walk the still screaming and sobbing gamer away. Douglas caught sight of Travis’ spuds as he was led away and even though they had ruptured, unlike Alex they were entirely in the sack and it was possible a skilled surgeon might be able to repair the damage.

Douglas walked over and looked into the indent where Alex’s nuts had been. They hadn’t been violently turned into soup like the first two players, but the gross chunks made it abundantly clear that any hope of Alex’s family line continuing was dashed. 

“Hey Alex! It’s dangerous to go alone... don’t forget your nuts!” Douglas called mockingly in the general direction Alex had been taken. The audience erupted into laughter at the goofy retro-game reference.

Like before, the screens played close up instant-replays of the gamers' unmanning, companied with comical visual effects like dozens of Sonic-style golden rings showering out of Alex's split open scrotum.

The next four players would be playing a battle royale in custom-built Call of Duty levels on the latest video game hardware. Call of Duty, a first person shooting game that simulates players in an ultra realistic and ultraviolet world seemed like a fitting addition to the contest. Team Parker consisted of Canadian brothers Isaac and Paul Parker, two college aged hunks who had amassed millions in endorsement deals and ad revue on their Twitch channel. They were two of the most formidable players, a fact that made them incredibly cocky. Their egos were also inflated by the fact they were also bona fide models, with chiseled jaws and rock-hard bodies and big, round nuts. They gladly placed their balls into the divots on the top of the pedestal and their long, slim cocks in the tubes. Isaac actually seemed to be enjoying the suction and his dick was throbbing. 

At the next two stations were Juan Westwood and Monty Gonzales, two twenty-five year old Mexicans who had made a name for themselves in the gaming world. Monty’s understanding of level design and strategy against computer players was so advanced that his entire university costs were covered by game studios eager to have him work for him. Juan and Monty had the same technical ability - and the same caliber of lucrative endorsements - as the Parkers, they were just less ostentatious about it.

Juan’s nuts were truly gigantic, so large that the stamp that was supposed to be hovering over them was actually pressing into them slightly from the resting position. Without even trying, the machine was already cracking Juan’s nuts. Douglas noticed this and sincerely felt bad for him since he knew Juan was in real trouble if the metal stamp lowered even once. Juan’s equally massive cock literally did not fit into the tube and was bent back onto itself slightly. His partners' bronze balls and penis were big but still fit within the stage props.

To emphasize the team aspect of this round, whenever a player died in-game not only would his own nuts get crushed but his partner's' as well. The game would continue until one of the teams had a testicle stat of zero.

“Go!”

The teams immediately got to work, Monty busy getting to know the map and Isaac and Paul trying to coordinate an ambush on the two elite players. Despite their arrogance and trash talk, Isaac and Paul recognized that Juan and Monty were not to be trifled with. The audience was cheering for their preferred team watching the simulated battles on the screen with baited breath. The two teams were so evenly matched that for a while they were at a stalemate every time a player was close to dying, they would find a medical kit and be pulled from the brink.

“There he goes!” someone shouted in the audience. 

Monty had ambushed Juan, shooting his character and draining the last of his life. As his avatar was respawning, two stamps started to lower. Juan’s nuts, which were already too big to fit, felt like a massive thumb was pressing into their very core. Douglas was surprised they hadn’t simply burst. Monty’s nuts were being flattened but still looked much healthier than Juan’s the contents of which were so compressed they were bulging and making his golden sack glisten like it was about to explode. 

SPISSSSSS

Even though the stamp had stopped moving, the pressure on Juan’s nuts was too great and his sack popped like a giant zit, expelling some tendrils with it. Juan screamed and dropped his wireless controller onto the floor, babbling as he tried to pull his cock out of the vacuum tube. Because he was being held literally by the dick, Juan couldn’t reach the controller and his character was frozen in place. A sitting duck.

“Aaah!” Monty tried to hold his position in the game but even his skills were no match against Isaac and Paul together.

His character was killed and the metal stamps lowered again.

SPLOTCH POP

A thick gunky slug of testicular matter squirted out of Juan's sack, the pent up pressure escaping all at once. The pedestal top was covered and the stamp wasn’t even fully close. Both of Monty’s nuts cracked and he struggled to stay in the game. Juan barely regained focus but the two were quickly cornered in-game by Isaac and Parker pointing their weapons at them. They were defenseless.

“Please! Don’t!” Isaac pleaded as his and Juan’s characters were riddled with bullets. 

The stamps closed a final time. Juan passed out as his massive nuts were turned to paste, most of which was dripping down the sides of the pedestal. Monty’s left nut exploded followed by his right. They catastrophically lost all structure, almost instantly turning into slurry that was forced out of the cavity and onto the pedestal. It was quite a mess, Vince thought, and he made a note to ask the stage crew specifically what modifications they had made to his design; not to use them himself but for academic curiosity.

“Holy shit!” Douglas laughed and Isaac and Paul watched grinning as the shredders activated in the Mexican’s cock tubes.

Monty heaved as his fuck stick was chunkified but the shredder was struggling with Juan’s too big cock. At first it looked like the motor was going to fail but suddenly it broke loose of the meat it was stuck on and the sound of chunks splattering and painting the inside of the tube was gross and loud. Isaac gave a whoop of delight as Juan’s once gorgeous, hole-demolishing tool was turned into so much ground beef.

“Hey Juan, wonder if that’ll respawn!” Paul joked.

Douglas' own jeans tightened even more as he watched the close up of Juan's ridiculously huge, monster cock actually stopping the shredder before erupting into chunks, the video looping over and over as Juan and Monty were escorted from the stage and Isaac and Paul walked off completely unscathed.

Douglas was stunned at how much material was inside Juan’s cock vacuum tube. Even ground up, his cock was still huge. 

“Wow! Juan Westwood was packing, who knew! At least my dog’ll be eating good for a month!” 

Everyone laughed. All of the other gaming stations ended up being used with devastating effects for gaymer after gamer. Douglas - and the crowd - were loving it.

At one point, Paul and Isaac came back to battle each other in a one-on-one death match, which unfortunately resulted in both of them suffering a split sack after Isaac, knowing he was about to lose, threw a kamikaze grenade that killed both of their avatars. The accompanying replay included a funny overlay of a bomb explosion over their bursting man-ammo bags.

The penultimate event featured twenty-nine year old Jordan Maron, better known as CaptainSparklez and twenty-seven year old Michael ‘Sonii’ Sherman. Both of them were pitted against each other playing SimCity 2000, a comparatively ancient city simulator both of them had virtually no experience with. The creation aspect was barely comparable to CaptainSparklez main talent of Minecraft but Sonii was at a total loss. The huge grin on his face indicated he was going to take the challenge in stride, confident that his week of cramming would be enough to snuff out Captainsparklez’s fathering abilities. Captainsparklez’s nuts were big and round, comically so, and he placed them into place along with his fat, veiny cock. Sonii’s nuts were slightly smaller, but his cock was massive, nearly twice as thick as Captainsparklez’s. Both sets of junk looked primed for destruction.

Jordan 'Captainsparklez' Maron

Michael 'Sonii' Sherman

Since SimCity 2000 was a game with no actual end state, the rule was that whomever successfully built up their simulated city to one-million virtual inhabitants would win. The closer a player got to the goal, the flatter his opponent's nuts would get so it was highly likely that at least one nut was going to crack before either player hit the target. After a dramatic countdown by Douglas, both of them started clicking their computer mice frantically, laying down virtual roads and plopping down virtual buildings. The crowd laughed as Sonii took the time to build a highway interchange that looked suspiciously like two balls and a cock when viewed from above. CaptainSparklez built two civic buildings, named them ‘Sonii’s Left Nut Building’ and ‘Sonii’s Right Nut Building’, turning to his rival and grinning playfully as he bulldozed them into rubble.

Despite the blocky graphics and primitive simulation, the crowd was cheering and clapping like they were watching the release of a state of the art new game. Suddenly Sonii let out a moan as the stamps over his nuts started to lower. CaptainSparklez laughed as he watched one of his residential zones sprout high density apartments, each one holding thousands of simulated people that might as well have been tiny weights on Sanii’s nuts. As Captainsparklez’s city expanded, Sanni’s fat nuts were compressed to half their girth and he was struggling too keep up. 

“Looks like your balls would use some urban renewal,” CaptainSparklez laughed at the sorry state of Sanni’s balls. Indeed his plump organs were turning beet red as the stamp lowered torturously slowly and his inferior city simulation skills meant that CaptainSparklez was barely feeling anything.

“Don’t count me out, bro!”

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause as a cheat menu appeared on Sonii’s screen. A few commands later and suddenly Sonii had access to build arcologies, giant housing structurers that held hundreds of thousands of simulated people. Ordinarily he wouldn’t have gotten the ability until much later in the game but if all else fails, cheat.

“No fucking fair!” CaptainSparklez screamed as his nuts were compressed by the stamps which were now falling rapidly.

Sonii was building arcologies one after another, dropping them in random spots. His city wasn’t going to win any design awards but the crude simulation didn’t care. The computer just kept filling up the buildings with citizens much to the chagrin of Captainsparklez’s collapsing sperm tubes. As the citizen count of Sonii’s city ticked up, the sperm count in Captainsparklez’s testicles ticked down. He was desperately trying to keep up but the pain was making his eyes cross and his sweaty palms were slipping from the mouse and keyboard.

“Oops, I guess I should have mentioned that we didn’t deactivate any cheat codes,” Douglas shrugged to laughs.

“Dude! Stop! Please, stop! Please!” 

CaptainSparklez was hysterical as his big fat nuts were turned into meaty pancakes. He knew the game was over and his eyes were transfixed in panic at the rapidly rising population count on Sonii’s monitor. 

Although the target was one-million simulated citizens, the magic number for Captainsparklez’s beefy right nut was exactly 945,783. He let out an ear piercing scream as his right nut split under the stamps which were still lowering as Santii’s city continued to swell. CaptainSparklez was letting out a long, tortured drone as his right nut continued to crack into pieces and his left was quivering on the edge. He dropped his mouse and was just a babbling mess as Santii continued to ravage his nuts. A fire had broken out in Captainsparklez’s own city, destroying block after block of houses, lowering his city’s population and gradually reducing the pressure on Santii’s swollen nuts until they were safely out of danger. CaptainSparklez had no such luck. The monitor over CaptainSparklez switched to a split screen close up view of his purple, flattened sack and his eye-rolled, tortured handsome face.

SQUICK

The weight of 950,980 citizens was just too much for Captainsparklez’s last ball and it exploded into countless chunks in his deflating bag. 

“Okay, I forfeit. I have a better prize in mind anyway,” 

Santii said with a shit face grin, pausing his game. His city stopped growing and the stamp crushing Captainsparklez’s ruined bag was halted in place. The stamp had been just millimeters from totally closing, which would activate the grinder that was ready to demolish Captainsparklez’s beautiful dong. The crowd let out a disappointed groan, upset that they weren’t going to see the cute Captainsparklez’s dick turned into chunks.

“Are you sure, Santii?” Douglas asked with a wink, “You don’t wanna finish him off?”

Santii looked over at CaptainSparklez who was now just moaning, his ripped body glistening with sweat, nearly blacked out from having his nuts pulverized. He eyed Captainsparklez’s fat cock with his mouth watering.

“Oh, I’m sure. Jordan’s gonna’ owe me big time for sparing his dong and I plan on him repaying the favor over and over,” Santii’s cock was raging at the prospect of his hole being ravaged by the ball-less CaptainSparklez after the Game.

“Ahh, I see what you did there,” Douglas smiled.

The two gamers were escorted off the stage, Santii totally unscathed and CaptainSparklez a eunuch with a big, perfectly functioning cock. Even with his mind scrambled by the agony of having both of his nuts slowly crushed out of existence, the dazed stud grinned at the thought of thanking Santii for sparing his cock by ramming into the muscular gamer in every conceivable position.

The last game of the night was an extremely high stakes game of Tetris and a handsome eighteen year old, who had been the world champion, was demolished by a surprise underdog, a young college student named Bruce.

“Please! I wanna’ have kids, man!” the handsome player begged Douglas after losing a final time.

Bruce looked indignant as Douglas pretended he was going to let the kid go before pressing the same combination of buttons he had accidentally pressed the first round. The blubbering kids’ balls were piston pounded until there was absolutely nothing left but a few scraps of his scrotum; everything else had been forced out of the cavity and down the sides of the pedestal by the wildly slamming stamp. His modest cock was reduced to a liquified mess. 

It was overkill but no one watching was complaining. Douglas released Bruce from his crusher and walked him to the front of the stage. He rose Bruce's arm dramatically over his head in triumph and Bruce smiled as his heavy nuts swung between his legs.

"We have a champion!" Douglas shouted into his headset.

The sound engineers gave his already deep voice extra bass and an echo that rocked the arena. Strobe lights pulsed and every crusher on stage lit up and their stamps started going up in down in rhythm, most of them making puddles of ruined nut guts splash each time.

"As promised, Bruce, next time you check your crypto wallet you'll find a generous cash prize, and now the moment you've all been waiting for..."

A spotlight bathed Douglas as he slowly pealed off his shirt, revealing his pecs and washboard chest that tapered into his jeans. The crowd cheered as he slowly unzipped his jeans, pausing for a second with a coy grin before pulling them off. Bruce got hard and the audience was taken aback as Douglas' unbelievably enormous babymakers tumbled out, his eleven-inch jock cock was jutting straight out, leaking. He had been hard throughout the entire competition and was now ready for Bruce to collect the second half of his prize.

He made a circle with his hands at the neck of his sack and shook the giant seed pods to riotous applause.

"It bet can't want to see what Bruce does to these, right!"

"Go ahead, stud. They're all yours!"

Douglas gave Bruce a grin as he put his hands behind his back and spread his legs. Bruce wasted no time walking in front of Douglas and grabbing his sack with both hands. Bruce was stunned at how big they were and how heavy they felt; there had been rumors that the hunky gamer wore dancers belts to hide his prodigious equipment and after feeling it in person Bruce found that particular online conspiracy theory to be believable. Some impressive equipment had taken part in The Game, but Douglas' was over the top.

Bruce looked in Douglas' eyes and winked as he proceeded to squeeze the giant orbs, focusing both hands on one then the other, alternating in punches as hard as he could. Douglas' bag swung and the handsome gamer was starting to sweat, his muscles, flexing as Bruce lay into his manhood.

"Fuck man! You really want it to be the last level for the Martin family, huh?" Doug grinned through gritted teeth.

Bruce went wild on Douglas' bag and cameras broadcast the assault on every monitor. Doug struggled to stay upright, his sack swelling and turning rosy as the sound crew expertly mixed in classic video game sound effects in real time. A good uppercut to Doug's sack was met with the sad 'game over' tune from Pac Man. A gut-wrenching squeeze to one of Doug's nuts as accompanied by impact sound effects that sounded ripped from Mortal Kombat.

Bruce was surprised and impressed at how much Douglas was taking just standing there with his arms voluntarily behind his back. His sack was starting to bruise and the cavalier stud was clearly starting to struggle keeping his cool, despite the fact his cock was rock hard.

"Come on Bruce! Game over me!"

Bruce increased his deranged attack on Douglas, his own balls bouncing as he put everything he had into popping Douglas' cherries. Since he was still wearing his headset, the audience as able to hear every scream, grunt and howl as Bruce wore down the life bar of Douglas' balls. Finally Douglas fell to his knees and instinctively cupped his crotch.

"Bro, I changed my mind! Please stop," Douglas said pleadingly looking up at Bruce.

Douglas' balls were throbbing and bruised but Bruce wasn't in the mood to be merciful. However, his attempt at pulling the plug on Douglas' sperm arcade by hand wasn't working.

"No fucking way I'm stopping," Bruce said with an evil grin much to the crowd's delight.

"Move your hands,"

Bruce positioned his foot between Douglas' legs. Douglas looked up at him.

"Man, we'll double your cash prize. Just stop. Please!"

Bruce stepped back. Doubling an already huge prize was a tempting offer, but then he looked down at the outrageously hot, hung man on his knees in front of him and realized there were pleasures money couldn't buy.

"I said move your hands!"

Douglas' face broke into a wide smile and he placed his arms behind his back, allowing his hideously bruised nuts to hang low. They might as well had a bullseye on them.

CRUNCH

Bruce sent his foot into Doug's hefty bag and Douglas shrieked in pleasure. He recovered remarkably quickly

"I was hoping you'd say that!" Douglas said licking his lips, "Just wanted to make sure you were a real sadistic fucker,"

Since he was still wearing his headset, Douglas' admission boomed through the arena

Douglas hopped to his feet and took Douglas' hand, guiding him toward the middle of the stage. At the same time, one of the volunteers rolled out a crusher that looked the same as the others, only it had a deeper cavity and a larger metal stamp with a higher resting position to accommodate Douglas' massive nuts. Bruce was handed a simple remote with three buttons; up, down and 'cock grinder'. The video screens were all showing close ups of the crusher as Douglas positioned himself into and his throbbing cock into the vacuum tube. Douglas braced himself against the machine, leaning into it slightly.

"No restraints?" Bruce asked in shock.

"Fuck no, bro! Knock down my life bar! I trust you can figure out what the buttons do!"
Bruce ran his finger over the 'grind' button as he eyed Douglas's cock in the grinder tube. At the same time a video game inspired health bar appeared on the monitors above the close up of Douglas' junk in the machine.

The audience cheered at the hilarious graphical representation of Douglas' probability of fathering children. However, unlike Super Mario, pushing reset on the machine wasn't going to grant Douglas' nuts an extra life. To get a feel of the responsiveness of the controller, Bruce gently pressed the down button. To his delight, the button was pressure sensitive, lowering the stamp faster the harder he pressed. As soon as the stamp collided with the top of Douglas's sack, he released the button. Douglas let out a gasp as the stamp rested on top of his nuts.

"Hell yeah!" a loud voice cheered from the audience as the cameras zoomed in. That's when people realized that this heavier crusher actually had two pistons driving two smaller stamps, one over the right nut and one over the left; even though both were lowering at the same rate, they would eventually come out of sync depending on the relative strength of Douglas' nuts. The graphical bars would lower as each stamp that corresponded to a specific nut got lower and lower. When the bar was gone, that meant the stamp was resting in the cavity though it was obvious Douglas' nuts would split well before that. Judging by the life bar, his left nut was already proving to the weaker of the two.

"Taking bets on righty!" someone shouted to laughter.

Bruce ran his finger over the 'grind' button, wanting to destroy Douglas' pussy wrecking cock, before going back to the 'down' button. Of course he could have pressed the up button at any time or just called it quits. No one was forcing Bruce to keep going. He already had his prize money and he personally thought Douglas Martin was a pretty cool guy, it wasn't anything personal, but Douglas was so eager and the crowd was chanting and cheering. Bruce turned and smiled as he waved the controller in the air. He didn't want to disappoint his new fans. 

Bruce gently pressed the button to lower the stamps. Douglas let out a gasp as his nuts were slowly, gently flattened. Bruce's cock leaked as the maniacal stud actually laughed the closer his nuts came to cracking. Bruce knew he could have just pressed the button as hard as he could and ended Douglas' colossal nuts in a quick, violent spray, but wanted to prolong the experience. Meanwhile, Vince, who had been thoroughly enjoying the show, was taking careful note the ingenious way the event's mechanics had created two independent crushers that could be aimed over each nut. He made meticulous mental notes on the machine's design, confident such a machine could open all manner of interesting competitions, such as guys competing with themselves - left nut vs. right nut, which one pops first... he quieted his naughty mind to focus on the action on stage.

Douglas's dark eyes glossed over as his flattening right nut quickly caught up to the left. Bruce grinned wickedly as he eyed Douglas' leaking cock which was being held thoroughly in place. Despite everything, Brue could tell Douglas was as horny as he had ever been in his life and he knew Douglas was prepared to blow a truly epic load. Part of him wanted to release Douglas and drop on his knees as the horned up sadist used his mouth like a sex toy.

Douglas seemed to be able to read Bruce's sexy naughty thoughts, or maybe it was Bruce's cock leaking precum.

"Up to you, Bruce. Game over for me, or do I get an extra life?" 

Douglas licked his lips and winked at Bruce, his cock jumping in the tube. Bruce was so turned on that he depressed the button with moderate pressure, not breaking eye contact with Douglas until the stud let out a shriek  mixed with a cackle. 

Bruce was so turned on by Douglas' twisted response to being slowly castrated that he grabbed his leaking cock and stroked as he slowly lowered the stamp.

"Game over, man?" Doug gasped.

Both of his nuts were flattening under the pressure, the bruised sack was turning beet red. 

"Gotta' get a high sore," Bruce moaned, stroking his cock as Douglas' nuts bulged under the stamps.

Douglas let out a shriek of genuine horror and pain as Bruce continued to lower the stamps, going as slowly as possible, stroking his cock as he - and everyone else - watched Douglas' impossibly huge nuts pancake. Douglas' nuts were the kind of donkey spuds Bruce always fantasized about blowing open.

Douglas wailed, and even though he wasn't doing anything to contest what was happening, he reflexively started crying as the stamp crushing his fat right nut suddenly sank much lower. It was as if something had snapped inside his sack. Bruce's heart was pounding as he looked as Douglas' horribly deformed junk. If there was going to be any hope of any Douglas Juniors running around he knew he had to stop right now. Although Douglas was enjoying it, his cock was starting to deflate, the raw pain canceling out the pleasure. Bruce let the stamps rest in that position for a while. The cheeky sound engineers, realizing that the stamps were getting dangerously close to being totally closed, started playing a constant high pitched beep. It was the kind of warning noise that would play in a video game when a character was close to death, warning the player. Only this time it wasn't a game and the damage couldn't be fixed by inserting another quarter.

Bruce's heart raced. He tentatively pressed the button again. 

Douglas let out a high shrill screech and Bruce felt like he was going to explode from excitement. He knew he really, really needed to stop. The warning beeps became faster and more urgent. He was getting so fucking turned on watching Douglas' nuts flatten - they were blood red and looked like they were going to burst . The stamp crushing into Douglas' right nut was meeting increasingly less resistance as it sank much further than the left; it was evident that serious and possibly permanent damage was happening. Douglas was sobbing, interjected by laughter, his brain conflicted and overwhelmed with the pleasure of his ultimate fantasy and the urgent instinctive rush of panic. Douglas was so hot; Bruce was eyeing his hot rippling, sweaty body up and down imaging all the nasty things he wanted to do to him - and Douglas to do to him. It would be absurd to actually ruin such a beautiful pain pig, Bruce concluded. He stroked his cock feverishly, sweating and grunting as he felt his load boiling in this nuts. He was going to plaster Douglas' impossibly flattened, bruised sack. The crowd was going wild.

Holding Douglas at the brink of emasculation was making Bruce dizzy with lust. He wanted to do it again and again which wouldn't be possible if he ended the game permanently. He pressed the 'up' button until both stamps had raised enough for Douglas' nuts to start to plump back into shape, though his right nut was in much worse shape. They were firmly out of the danger zone and the beeping/danger sound stopped. 

There were groans of disappointment from the audience but Bruce didn't care. He stared deep into Douglas' lust filled eyes as the adorable stud was grunting and moaning at him. 

"You're not gonna' pull my plug?" Douglas seemed disappointed.

"Pop them! Do it! Pop my balls!"

Hearing a rippled jock literally begging to be nutted was too much. Bruce convulsed as an orgasm rocked his entire body. His toes curled, his eyes rolled like he was possessed and both hands raced to his cock, stroking it so hard it hurt as it spewed all over Douglas' battered nuts The remote control fell to the ground and shattered...

Several things happened at once. Douglas let out a primal scream as the destroyed controller sent out one final command. The stamps slammed down completely in a fraction of a second. Bruce's eyes  grew huge as he watched as Douglas' sack was obliterated.  

BLOOOSH

A stunningly huge explosion showered tendrils and insides everywhere as Douglas' sack blew apart. Not missing a beat, the sound engineers played a gross crushing noise through the speakers as the monitors replayed the testicular explosion. 

Bruce was horrified at what he had just done. He really had intended to spare Douglas' nuts so that they could be beaten to the edge of destruction again and again. Despite the fact it was a horrible accident, Bruce was so horned by it that his cock somehow found another deposit of cream and soaked Douglas' totally ravaged sack. Sparks flew from the crusher, which was drenched in cum and the insides of Douglas' bag, and the stamps started rising up and down uncontrollably. Bruce was in awe as he watched, heard and felt Douglas's nuts being mutilated by the pile driving machine. Pieces were hitting his chest and face and Douglas was convulsing, his dick still in place...

WHIR-SPLO-SPLUR-SPLOOSH

Douglas looked stunned as the grinder activated in the tube, spinning so fast that the tube was shaking and the motor was smoking, all the while what was left of his balls was being splattered all over the stage. Bruce was taken aback by the absolute mess, his epic cum shot finally subsiding enough for him to stumble over to Douglas, who had fallen to the ground since his cock had been liberated from his body. The malfunctioning grinder motor whirred for a moment more before the tube was vibrated off its support, landing on the ground. The plastic tube didn't shatter, but it did crack enough for some of Douglas' liquified cock to start oozing out.

"You win..." 

Douglas looked up at Bruce with a twisted, satisfied smile before passing out. 

PS: After writing the first draft of this, I realized the machine I described was basically the same used in Alex's The B Factor Season 2- Lucky Bastard. Instead of trying to reinvent the wheel, I just went all in! I dropped in a Vince reference, tweaked the description and mechanics of my machines to match Alex’s original version and referenced the machines’ original try out in The B Factor Season 2 (rest in pieces, Channing Tatum's balls...). Also, if you are not familiar with The B Factor Season 2 please read it now!

PPS: I don’t know many streamers (this was a user suggestion, not something I typically watch) but if you know of some Twitch or YouTube video game personalities you’d like me to swap in for the generic ones I used please let me know in the comments below!