Big Cock On Campus

Amajor University, my proud alma mater, is one of the premier institutions in the country. Notable alumni have gone to lead major corporations, hold elected office and contribute to science and industry. Our athletic department regularly has players recruited into the major leagues and our campus - oh, the campus - is absolutely beautiful with ivy covered brick buildings that covers thousands of acres in the heart of the City. It's like its own world within a world. Amajor University truly is something special which is why I used to find it so annoying that a few rogue frat boys gave us the dubious nickname 'Fatherless University' in some dark, gossipy corners of the internet. 

Once Tau Omega Chi somehow neutered some of their pledges in an 'accident'. Another time  a pledge had his balls ripped off and one time a former fraternity brother made a splash when he actually sued after a 'testicle-centric' hazing incident. It was a cause célèbre against hazing in the national news for a hot minute and then everyone forgot.  There were some other instances too, but considering Amajor University has a population of forty-thousand students, I really didn't think it was fair that a few freak incidents had placed us on the honor roll of urban legends. And I'm not just a proud alumni saying this, I was the editor of the school paper, the Journeyman's Chronicle, and felt it was my duty to portray the school in a positive light.

I had been working at the Journeyman's Chronicle since freshmen year, and all of those lineage-ending incidents got at least a few lines of mention in the paper every time but the evidence was always so hazy. If there was some kind of wild ball busing underbelly to fraternity life, everyone involved always closed ranks. So of course I assumed the stories were either wildly exaggerated or made up for shock value. "No one lost their balls" I would say, "someone just took a nut shot and wanted to be featured in the Chronicle for his fifteen minutes of fame.". Boy was I wrong!

I graduated and left the city a few years ago with a very special designation and proof that those 'Fatherless University' jokes weren't all jokes after all...

Three Years Earlier

It was a bright spring day and I was discussing my grand plan to Russel, my best friend and fellow reporter as we sat in my office in the Student Union Building. I felt like a big time news editor with my own office and awards on the walls and wanted to go out with a splash.

"I don't think that's a smart idea," Russel said furling his brow.

Russel's beat was Student Life & Recreation, which was a fancy way of saying he kept up with everything to do with the our school's party scene, especially the fraternities and sororities. The Journeyman's Chronicle had just reported on a too-outrageous-to-be-true story about a fight club that the Sigma Kappa fraternity ran with the sole purpose of watching guys castrate each other. There was some out of focus cell phone video to accompany the story complete with a few frames of what appeared to be a blown open scrotum, but the mush gushing out looked clearly fake, there was no way a guy's junk could be that entirely destroyed, and the two alleged victims claimed it was just a freak accident. 

"There is no way the Sigma Kappas are that bad. No way," I said shaking my head, the fight club story on my computer screen.

Sigma Kappa was second only to Tau Omega Chi on the debauchery scale, but some of the stories I had heard about them were truly disturbing. Not just roshambo out of control or 'accidents' but beat downs bordering on hate crimes and wild 'fight club' nights. One of the most egregious urban legends was Big Cock On Campus, a supposed event that Sigma Kappa used to hosts on Fraternity Row. Where there were allegedly gruesome consequences for guys who didn't measure up. It took nearly a year of asking  around on obscure ball busting websites, but I had managed to get myself invited to Big Cock On Campus. Russel agreed to come along as moral support, and so that I would have some backup in case things got out of control. I was going to prove that the secretive event was nothing more than boys being boys.

Far from an urban legend, Big Cock On Campus was a very real event, but the shady message boards I had to track down to get an invite made it clear it supposed to remain a secret. From what I had gathered it was just a contest where guys showed off their hard cocks and whoever had the biggest won. And then the whole thing would turn into a giant orgy; a chance for 'straight' guys to satiate their curiosity and shower the big dicked contestants with cum. Luckily my cock far exceeded the minimum nine inch threshold of the contest and I was eager to see what the others were packing.

On the night of the contest Russel and I arrived a the Sigma Kappa house. We had to give a password at the door and were quickly whisked into the basement. It was very cloak and dagger, overly dramatic and silly. Nothing nefarious at all. The large basement had been mostly cleared out and a smattering of guys were milling about drinking beer and chatting. It had the atmosphere of a chill group of guys just hanging out, nothing too nefarious I thought. I recognized all of the Greek letters on the guys' T-shirts showing off their allegiance to various fraternities, but a few guys like myself were in plain white shirts. That was one of the instructions I was given; I didn't have to be in a fraternity to compete but if I wasn't I had to wear a plain shirt to make it obvious that I was an outsider. I got some curious glances from the crowd as Russel and I made our way to the beer keg.

Although the atmosphere was laid back, there was definitely a lot of sexual tension in the air. I mean how could there not be. We were a bunch of guys preparing to strip down and show off our dicks for the crowd's amusement. I'm just under six feet tall, average build with neatly styled reddish hair. I'm decent looking, nothing to write home about, but most of the eyes were on the deceptively modest lump in my jeans and even though Russel wasn't a contestant, several pairs of eyes were also mentally disrobing my buff yet nerdy friend.

After a few minutes a tall, brooding chap who seemed to be in charge stood in front of the small group and clapped his hands for attention. Although he never introduced himself at the time, I latter found out that his name was Connor, the president of Sigma Kappa. Myself and the other contestants stood shoulder to shoulder facing the small crowd as Connor explained the rules. The rules were straight forward, only guys who hadn't played before could participate (that way everyone's 'assets' were a secret) the winner would be given a tiny lapel pin that was just a red circle with a white bar. It looked innocuous enough but would be instantly recognizable for anyone in the know and I later found out that a lot more guys knew about and were watching the contest than I thought. I didn't notice them at the time, but two webcams had been setup to capture the action and live stream to countless guys on the internet.

Connor instructed us to remove our shirts and there were hilarious cat calls from the crowd. We ranged from ridiculously ripped, rippled studs to average guys like me and a few heavier guys. Next our pants went and we were all in our boxers, some of use semi hard, and we were all given thick rubber rings to put around the base of our junk, like giant cock rings. I remember that they felt unusually heavy; that should have been a warning. 

There were an even number of contestants and we would be randomly paired up and would have to do whatever we needed to do get hard in the allotted time. The guy with the biggest cock out of the pair would win and the winner would be paired up again, so each round half the guys would drop out until there was one final pair. The winner of that pairing would win the coveted underground title of Big Cock On Campus.

"So how do you measure cock size? A ruler?" one of the contestants asked.

Connor smiled and motioned for two frat brothers to bring something to the front of the room. Whatever it was was about three feet tall and under a cloak so that we couldn't see what it was until it was positioned and uncovered. There were gasps and cheers at the site of it, it was clear that at least some of  the guys recognized the contraption. I only gave Russel a confused shrug. It was a pedestal with what looked to be two Fleshlight-style tubes sticking out making it look like a T. Connor explained that two players would put their hard dicks into the machine facing each other and a scale would let the watching audience know whose dick was the most massive. So it was entirely possible a relatively short, but fat cock could best a long, skinny one.

Two sausages were placed into he sleeves and Connor pressed a button on his remote. A light on the side with the bigger sausage lit up to indicate it was the heaviest and almost immediately afterward the masturbation sleeve with the other dick-by-proxy began to constrict crushing the meaty tube until it burst and was extruded out of the tube. My blood ran cold as the rest of the guys whooped in delight. Next the tubes were swapped out and this time the losing sausage was roasted by heating elements inside the tube until it ruptured open like - literally - an overcooked sausage. Another tube had spinning blades that unfolded from the inner walls and sliced the cock-sausage into big chunks and another suctioned until the sausage exploded. Blades, crushing, heat, acid, I was stunned at the array of destructive devices had been engineered into the tubes. The scary part was that all of the tubes looked the same and the loser wouldn't know what style destruction he was going to get until it was too late.

Although the other contestants cheered at the over the top destruction of the sausages - which we all knew could be our dicks soon - I was mortified. I thought about racing up the stairs and Connor must have noticed my trepidation because he smiled at me wickedly. 

"Oh and if anyone even thinks of backing out now,"

He pressed a button on his remote and there was a slight pop followed by a tortured scream. The cock ring on one of the hot blonde contestants exploded; it wasn't a huge explosion but it was enough to turn his heavy genitals into big heavy chunks that landed on the ground.

"That's what happens if you try to leave. A live demonstration is always the best," Connor smiled.

"But now we don't have an even number of players so..."

A moment later there was another pop and an agonized scream as a hung football player's junk was blown into streamers. I was horrified as there was a collective cheer as the two unfortunate studs were taken upstairs. I was shocked that the loudest cheering was coming from the other contestants! Apparently the gory comments on the message boards I found weren't hyperbole.

Before I could contest the game began. Connor called out two names randomly and the contestants approached. One was a young, buff blonde with an enormous cock and the other was an equally hot, tall student with an impressive package. It didn't take long for them to both be fully hard as they fucked their tubes, grunting and moaning and licking their lips as they looked into each others eyes. It was quite hot and for a moment made me forget about the danger they were in. 

DING

The tall blonde's light activated, his cock was the heaviest and the buff dude was in too much ecstasy to immediately realize that the tube his cock as in was starting to constrict. The once amazing-feeling rubbery insides were now crushing his tube like a deadly constricting snake. He screamed as his fat cock was pulped, squirting out of the end of the tube like chunky toothpaste, landing at his feet. He blacked out as he was removed from the stage.

Two new tubes were placed on the machine and two more contestants were called up. Unfortunately for the geeky-yet-hot Latin kid, his cock wasn't as heavy as the ginger he was up against and his cock started to be cruelly suctioned. Capillaries burst up and down his golden shaft until the entire thing exploded violently, coating the inside of the tube with hamburger. Shockingly, the Latin kid - though in a fit of pain - actually looked happy as he was pulled away, his eyes fixated by the disgusting mess (formerly known as his fuck stick) that was dripping out of the tube.

My heart was pounding and I tried to make eye contact with Russel in the crowd. I wanted to make a run for it but the tugging of the heavy explosive cock ring quickly reminded me that would not be a good idea. 

The next pairing was a really hot Black dude I recognized from one of my creative writing classes and a somewhat pudgy freshman with a huge dick. The Black guy, who wasn't exactly small himself, looked genuinely nervous at the sight of the freshman's monster dong as they started fucking their tubes. They both looked like they were about to blow their loads when the scales determined that the Black student was the winner. The freshman wailed and screamed as whirring blades that had been tucked harmlessly against the inside of the tube unfurled and turned his horse cock into a dozen big chunks. As he was being escorted away Connor took the tube and turned it upside down so that the big pieces could land on the ground. I was in full on panic at this point. My cock was big, but I had just seen two ostensibly bigger ones get turned to ruin and those were the losers.

Cock after cock was pulped, shredded, over-heated and crushed and it seemed like the messier the end, the more the crowd - and the losers - liked it. The ground at the base of the pedestal was starting to become a mess of mutilated cock meat. I was mesmerized, so much so that Connor had to call my name twice to get my attention when it was my turn.

I was up against a dude I recognized around campus. He looked like he could have been a model, with a rock hard body and a treasure trail of blonde hair on this washboard abs that lead to his heavy nuts and cock. He was absolutely beautiful and as I fucked my tube, I soaked in the site of his amazing body and that was all I needed to nearly blow my load.

DING

My hot opponent's fucking days were over. His eyes crossed and he made a tortured squeal as his tube rapidly heated up and there was an audible pop as his dick erupted open like the over-cooked sausage. But the contraption just kept heating until his jock cock was nothing but a charred husk. I was relieved, horrified and - weirdly - aroused watching the cockless stud escorted from the stage. I was safe for that round, I thought.

I couldn't help but get hard as I watched the next jock's short-yet-fat tool get crushed into a gooey paste that squirted out of the tube. The next pairing was a young red head who was so horrified his entire muscular body was shaking. His opponent was a nerdy looking young man who had probably been the butt of cruel jokes of 'cool' guys like the ginger but now the tables were about to turn. The nerd's cock was absolutely enormous, a long and thick tool that made my mouth water and my cock throb. The ginger's tool was big but not nearly as big as the nerd. 

"Noo!" 

The horrified red head made it halfway to the stairs before there was a pop and a scream. His kiwi-sized nuts and flopping dick radiated out in a fan of gore that sprayed some of the guys in the audience. Everyone laughed as the first guy to attempt to quit was reminded of the consequences. I was sweating. I had just watched this porno-quality, huge package turned into gunk... yet I was hard. Hard as a rock!

Needless to say the nerd won by default and shook his fists in the air in triumph.

The rest of the round went through and by the end there were ten of us left with our packages unscathed. Ten other guys had their cocks, sliced and smashed permanently taking them out of the fucking game but at least they still had their balls - except for the idiot who had tried to run away. Volunteers had washed out the tubes that had already been used, flushing the remains of countless cocks down the drain like garbage, but no one knew which style of tube he was going to get on his turn. I saw Russel rubbing the bulge in his jeans as the next round started.

I was up first against the Black guy who had won his previous round. I was nervous - the guy was hung - but my dick won out and was throbbing as the big Black dick in the next tube was shredded into streamers. I was relieved to be called first; that meant I got to watch and enjoy the rest of the round knowing that my turn had already passed. Five more impressive cocks were reduced to pulp each time everyone cheered - including the guys losing their equipment. Russel, and everyone else in the audience, as throbbing hard. A few guys had pulled out their own cocks and were stroking as things were setup for round three.

There were five of use left. I watched an athletic blonde's hopes of ever fucking get dashed as his enormous penis was crushed so hard by the tube that his mushroom head exploded open and the mushed contents of his flesh tube extruded out, landing on the podium and the ground with wet splats. I felt myself  leaking as the next pair was up. A hot Asian guy I recognized from calculus had his monster dick roasted until it actually caught on fire. He roared as he pulled his cock out of the tube and fell on his back, his cock still burning. Connor was nice enough to put out the flame by stomping on his package. Over and over and over until not only was his charred dick extinguished, but so was his family line since Connor's overkill blows weren't discriminating between cock and balls. I swear I could hear the sound of his nuts being terminally crushed even over the sound of the guy's screaming. 

I was up next and went against of the winners from the last round and to my delight his cock was suctioned until it exploded, sending meaty streams flying out the end like a confetti cannon. It was both repulsive and hot. I could hear moans from the audience as several dudes hit climax. The ground was a mess of shattered dicks and busted testicles and I was amazed that I had survived so long. I was up against some of the biggest dicks I had ever seen and was winning.

Finally though it was up to me and a tall, handsome bloke with a mess of black hair. He was hung like a horse. In another circumstance I would have dropped to my knees and sucked the shit out of him, but now I wanted nothing more but to see that big cock roasted, shredded, pulped or whatever other devious surprise awaited. Our cocks were about the same length but mine seemed fatter, which meant heavier. I had this final round in the bag.

As me and my opponent - the last two players - fucked our tubes the audience gathered tightly around us filling the basement with the sound of mass masturbation. Russel had already blown his load and was milking out a second one. He was ready to see a fat dick get destroyed and he probably wouldn't have cared if it was mine. Finally the light on my tube lit up. My big, fat cock was bigger and fatter than even the monster cock I was competing against. I had won! I had the biggest cock on campus. I looked at the other guy's tube expecting to see a shower of gore or smell the smell of burning cock. But nothing happened.

Instead, he was pulled away from his tube and four guys held his naked body up for all to see, forcing his legs spread and stopping him from moving. His still hard, massive cock was dripping precum and lubricant and his heavy nuts were swinging halfway to his knees.

"We have a winner!" Connor cheered. Everyone in the basement was chanting my name, even the guy I had beat.

"Now, it's time for you to get your prize,"

Connor carefully handed me the remote and highlighted a specific button.

"Here's his button, just press it and blow his junk to shreds. But first maybe you wanna' play with your toys?"

My throbbing cock and watering mouth must have made my lust for the hot hung dude in front of me obvious. I dropped to my knees and took every inch of his cock down my throat. He gasped in surprise and I could tell I was impressing everyone as I took the entire massive cock like a champ. My throat was bulging as he unloaded what felt like gallons of cum directly into my stomach.  While he was still pumping out cream I pulled off his dick and was rewarded with ropes of jizz all over my face. As soon as he was done, I stood up, grabbed his shoulders and slammed my knee into his dangling nuts. He squealed as I unloaded on him. I figured his junk was about to become wallpaper anyway so what was the harm.

Someone handed me a baseball bat and I proceeded to knock his balls out of the  park. He was begging and pleading but the more fucked up his monster equipment got, the more I wanted to finish them for good. I unloaded on the poor guy for an hour, and the audience was yelling suggestions for some extremely sick, cruel shit they wanted me to do to his sexual organs. Finally, I had enough fun and got back on my knees. His swollen, bruised package was a few inches from my face and I think he thought I was going to give him a bro job. Boy was he wrong.

BOOM

I closed my eyes as a spray of hot chunks plastered me. It was the hottest 'facial' I had ever had. All of the jizz left in his sack - along with everything else in his sack and his blown-apart dick - was dripping off of me. Everyone looked at me in stunned silence before breaking into applause.

"Fucking awesome!" Russel ran up to me, clearly looking jealous that he wasn't the one covered in testicle and penis puree.

I had won. I was officially the Big Cock On Campus and guys were literally lining up to take my award-winning cock. I pounded out guys' brains all night, fueled by the macabre memories of exploding, shredded and pulped cocks.