Jay, Luke and Yuri had gladly subjected themselves to such contests as who could handle the largest butt plug - that award went to twenty-two year old Jay - and who could blow the biggest load whilst being trampled under their master's boot. That award went to thirty-year-old Yuri. The three masters passed around their boys like party favors and by the end of the weekend all three of their holes and throats had been thoroughly stretched. Luke, the youngest at twenty, was forced to take Frank and Sam up his ass while Greg, Jay and Yuri nearly dislocated his jaw with their combined two feet of cock ramming down his throat at once. The whole time Luke was wearing a ballcrusher that was just a few turns from being absolutely shut. Luke’s moans and shrieks of pleasure made it obvious the piggy twink was loving every minute of it.
When the subs weren’t being demolished by cock, they were having their testicular fortitude put to the test by their sadistic masters, each wanting to show off just how much pain their boy could take. Jay’s sack was still red and swollen after Frank had broken in his new Timberlands on them, kicking well beyond the point Jay was screaming out their safe word.
“Safe words are for the city, ain’t none of that here!” Frank screamed into the wilderness, his booming voice echoing as if to reinforce the point they were all alone.
It was the last afternoon of the weekend and the six men were gathered in a clearing deep in the woods, their small rustic cabin a few yards away. Frank, Greg and Sam were wearing jeans, T-shirts and boots while their subs were stripped on their socks, standing in line obediently.
Frank was the youngest dom, a svelte twenty-five year old who was barely older than Jay. He was unassuming with his thick glasses and soft-spoken nature but behind closed doors he was easily the most depraved of the bunch. He was the kid who was always breaking his action figures, and the habit continued into adulthood.
Greg was in his forties, a powerfully built bear whose relationship with Luke was loving and affectionate on the surface with few knowing that the large dog cage in their bedroom wasn’t for the couple’s dog, it was for Luke. Luke for his part loved being Greg’s property so gladly agreed to go to the forest meeting, not as if he had a choice.
Sam and Yuri were both thirty and had met online, Yuri being quickly groomed into an obedient sub who rose to slightly more than property. Despite Yuri’s constant fawning, Sam only saw Yuri as a sex object, though at least remembered he was still a human, unlike Frank who frequently referred to Jay as ‘it’ and ‘thing’.
The final contest was as simple as it was cruel. Each sub would be forced to his knees, hands behind his back with his stretched, bound sack resting on a block of cement. A plank of wood would be placed on top turning their balls into the fulcrum of a twisted seesaw. The board would be long enough so that one piece would be on the ground and the other pivoted into the air like a teeter-totter, then the sub’s master would walk along the board, forcing the fulcrum - AKA their sub’s balls - to take their entire weight, before walking down the other side. The first sub’s balls that broke lost.
The first up was Yuri. His nuts were modestly large and were still swollen from the weekend’s earlier activities. Frank and Greg held the shaking sub down as Sam placed the board across his balls, the dense seed factories doing a reasonably good job at holding the weight.
“It’s just like the playground!” Sam joked as he placed a foot on the board, then another.
Yuri let out a shriek as Sam stood in the middle of the board - directly squashing Yuri’s nuts, giving Frank and Greg high fives before walking off the second side of the board. Like a see-saw, the closer Sam got to the middle of the board, the more evenly distributed the pressure was on the fulcrum - Yuri’s nut sack. But the walk up and walk down the board put disproportionate weight on one nut or the other as the board pivoted.
Luke was up next. Greg gave Luke a passionate kiss and whispered something in his ear before Luke obediently got on his knees and placed his large nuts on the block before being restrained. Greg walked across the board, the pressure building in Luke’s left nut, then both nuts, then the right nut and Luke gave a hideous shriek. Greg chuckled as he felt his boy’s nuts deforming under his hefty weight.
Jay was last. Even though Jay was halfway to his knees on his own volition, it wasn’t fast enough for Frank.
“Get down!” he screamed as he threw Jay to the ground. The other doms laughed as Jay’s supple young nuts were readied under the simple device. Jay had the largest nuts of the three subs and Frank had long wanted to destroy them. Now he had the chance to publicly neuter Jay with effectively no witnesses. He strolled along the board slowly, stopping in the middle and looking down at Jay who was screaming bloody murder. He could feel Jay’s nuts bulging under the board and knew that if he just stood in that stop and jumped up and down the contest could be over. However, he wanted to at least give his pet a chance, so stepped off the board. Besides, he would not be opposed to seeing either Luke or the adorable Yuri lose their nuts that day.
The order continued with Yuri, Luke and Jay with no time in between rounds. The doms roared in laughter and mock sympathy as they used their sub’s balls like a playground toy over and over. Frank especially loved the different responses he was getting out of Jay; his huge left nut was clearly more sensitive than the right since Jay screamed loudest on the way down as lefty was flattened. Yuri on the other hand seemed to favor his right side and Luke wailed like a banshee regardless of where on the board Greg was. It also didn’t help that Greg was by far the heaviest dom, weighing in at just over two-hundred fifty pounds, which was much too much for Luke’s prime-of-life nuts to take for too much longer.
Screams and shrieks filled the forest and soon Sam was handing out beers to the other doms. They casually drank beer watching the others trampling across their subs’ balls eagerly waiting for their turn.
“Let’s take a look at the damage!” Frank suggested several beers in.
Yuri, Jay and Luke were forced to stand in a line for inspection. All three sacks looked horrible. They were swollen, bruised, black-ish blue and bleeding where the board was leaving splinters. Some of the bruises on Luke’s sack had ruptured open.
“Looks like they’re ready to blow!” Frank chuckled as he grabbed Jay’s sad sack
Jay let out a scream as Frank dug his thumb into his crumbling, swollen nut.
Luke howled as Greg sent his boot flying upward into his boy’s sack, lifting him off his feet. The other doms laughed as they opened another beer and demanded Yuri to his knees. Breaktime was over.
Back and forth the doms went, the subs’ doomed testicles bloating and putting up less and less resistance. Greg nearly shot his load when he felt a distinct pop that choked the scream right out Luke’s throat. A quick - and rough - examination showed Luke’s boys hadn’t popped. Yuri had a similar scare when his left nut suddenly became impossibly flat. Frank sighed as the apparently ruined organ puffed back into its lumpy, still whole shape.
“Let’s mix it up!” Sam suggested.
On the next rounds the doms took turns on each other’s subs, remarking how the squishy nuts felt different than the pair they had been ruining up to then.
“Please! Cupcake! Cupcake!” Jay pleaded, desperate for his safe word to have any meaning. It didn’t.
Frank and Sam struggled to keep the babbling sub on his knees as Greg’s heavy frame lumbered purposefully slow across the board. The tipsy dom was determined to take Jay out of the contest and Frank was more than glad to see it happen.
Jay was delirious, screaming for mercy.
“CUPCAKE!” Jay screamed his safe word in wild desperation.
SPLOTCH
Jay convulsed as his nuts cracked, his flattened sack nearly bursting open.
"Fuck yeah!" Frank cheered.
Jay's fractured nuts continued to flatten under Greg’s boot. The board slowly lowered as more and more of the contents of Jay’s bag were crushed. The testicle-fulcrum was history. Jay’s let out a gut wrenching scream. Luke and Yuri, though they felt bad for the convulsing lad rolling around the forest floor, were glad it wasn’t one of them in the same situation.
“Good job, Luke!”
“Excellent work, Yuri!”
Greg and Sam handed their subs two ice cold beers with the intention that one be used as an ice pack for the disasters between their legs. All five men toasted, ignoring Jay, as they recapped the wild weekend in the woods.
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