Frat Boys Gone Wild: The Pink Load

Like many poor decisions of the young, Carl and Nick barely remembered the alcohol-fueled boast that had gotten them into their current predicament. The two popular Delta Epsilon juniors were sitting in the common room naked, secured to two wooden chairs by ropes that crisscrossing their toned upper bodies and their arms tied behind their backs. Impromptu pieces of wood were secured across their spread knees with duct tape, trapping the two frat boys with their legs wide open exposing their pendulous nuts and semi-hard cocks to whatever devious machinations awaited them. As the two squirmed in place, their fraternity brothers had circled them showering the two with cat calls and more than a few whistles of genuine admiration.

They whole evening had started like any other typical Friday night at the Delta Epsilon house of Amajor University. It was the last weekend of the semester before final exams and although the university library was crowded with students studying, the young men of Delta Epsilon had a decidedly more laissez faire attitude about the end of the semester; if they weren't prepared for finals by now there was no use spending the last weekend of the school term cramming. Instead, the small fraternity house had been filled with blaring pop music, laughter and sounds of other juvenile antics of lads barely in their twenties. And of course a healthy supply of alcohol which had been chipping away at any lingering inhibitions.

At some point of the evening Carl had been dared into a game of Pink Shots by his frat brothers and Nick was cheered on to be his opponent. Pink Shots was a game with only vaguely defined rules mostly passed on from class to class through urban legend but the gathered brothers were sure they knew the rules well enough to cobble together a game. 

Carl, Nick and the rest of the brothers sat quietly as the group's charismatic leader Scott, the fraternity president, explained the rules of the night's activities. It had been years since anyone in the house had actually played the legendary game so listened to Scott as he melodramatically outlined the proceedings.

"So, these two brave brothers have volunteered to be Delta Epsilon's first players of Pink Shot in a long, long time," Scott began.

Scott stepped between Carl's spread legs and lifted a foot. Carl instinctively flinched as Scott placed the heel of his shoe on Carl's large, fat nuts and pressed gently downward, squashing them into the seat of the chair but not hard enough to elicit more than a slight whimper. Nick and Carl's hearts pounded as Scott explained the rules.

Nick and Carl would spend the entire game trapped in place, their ample genitals exposed, while the watching crowd took turns trying to turn their spuds into paste. Each of the watching young men would get five minutes working over Nick and Carl's junk followed by a five-minute reprieve during which Nick and Carl's 'teammate' would do whatever they could to try to get the two horny young men off. After the five minutes of pleasure, there would be an additional five minutes of pain and the game would continue until either Nick or Carl shot his load or - if the other players were too rough - had their nuts thoroughly cracked.

The crowd cheered as Scott stepped aside, stopwatch in hand, and called for the games to begin. Nick and Carl's chairs were positioned so that they were facing each other, fully able to see the pounding the other's nuts were getting. Not like they were going to be able to focus on much else other than their own packages in a few minutes.

The first contestants were Charles and Blake, two muscular freshmen who had excelled on the school's rugby team thanks to their massive upper body strength. Charles took his place in front Nick and Blake in front of Carl anxiously waiting for the signal to start.

"Let's crack some nuts!" Scott roared as he started the timer.

Charles and Blake wasted absolutely no time slamming their fists into the two waiting sacks. Carl, whose massive nuts were slightly bigger than Nick's, let out a girlish squeal that immediately made his watching brothers erupt into laughter. Nick gritted his teeth as Charles unleashed full-force devastating blows into his crotch. Charles didn't particularly dislike Nick but a game was a game, so he wasn't holding back as he threw all of his weight into each punch. The freshman nut buster couldn't help but sport a thick bulge in his jeans as he unloaded on Nick, feeling Nick's naked, huge nuts compress between his knuckles and Nick's pelvis. Shockingly, Nick only responded with mild grunts and the occasional deep breath as he tried to count down the time in his head. Carl's response to Blake's punches were less restrained. 

Carl was screaming at the top of his lungs as Blake's fist slammed into his sack like a piston. Even though Charles and Blake were similar in strength, Blake's rhythm was faster meaning that Carl's balls were taking a collectively more brutal beating. Blake for his part, was thoroughly enjoying crunching Carl's nuggets. The younger frat boy had always found Carl to be a pretentious prick so was really enjoying knocking him down a peg, and if there was any doubt the obvious precum stain in his jeans was all the evidence anyone needed that Blake was really, really getting into the prospect of crushing Carl's chances of ever having kids.

The watching crowd cheered as Carl squealed and Nick held his composure, the sound of Blake and Charles grunting with effort and the sound of the solid hits reverberating off of the captive's defenseless nuts filled the room.

"Okay, that's time!" Scott declared.

Carl was midway through a preemptive scream as Blake's overpowered fist stopped midway through yet another punch at the sound of Scott ending the match. Even though Blake wanted to just keep pounding, rules were rules.

Charles and Blake blended back into the group, their worn-out fists finally unfurling so that they could receive lots of high fives. Nick and Carl were starting to sweat, their chests heaving as they awaited the next round. Now it was time for the first pleasure round. Both Nick and Carl's cocks twitched at the prospect of relief and their pain wracked brains were desperately conjuring the hottest images they could think of to help get their rocks off and end their suffering.

Nick had chosen his roommate and not-so-secret crush Zach as his fluffer and Carl had picked the devastatingly handsome senior Peter. With a flourish Scott started the timer and Zach and Peter quickly got to work.

Peter wasted no time as he dropped to his knees and took Carl's flaccid cock into his mouth, expertly massaging it with his throat until Carl was able to barely ignore the throbbing in his nuts. Carl threw his head back and moaned as the cock-hungry Peter hungrily slurped on Carl's rapidly swelling dick. Meanwhile, Zach has straddled Nick's lap, facing him as he grinded Nick's swelling cock with only the thin fabric of Zach's underwear separating Nick's cock from his muscular, tight ass. Nick inhaled sharply, trying to ignore the pain in his balls, which were being slightly squashed by the hot lap dance but his dick was feeling nothing but pleasure. Nick had gotten off so many times thinking about plowing his dick into Zach's perfect ass so the provocative lap dance was quickly getting his cock to its full, meaty ten inch hardness despite the pain in his nuts. 

Several tents were starting to appear in the jeans of the watching, raunchy brothers as the sounds of screaming and the twack of fists colliding with nut sacks was gradually replaced by Nick and Carl's throaty moans of pleasure.

"Okay, that's time. Next up!" Scott declared to Nick and Carl's chagrin. 

Zach and Peter stepped away to make room for the next set of players. Devin stood in front of Nick and Tyler in front of Carl.

"Looks like somebody's getting close!" someone hooted. 

Indeed, despite their five minutes of punches, both Nick and Carl had seemingly recovered after five minutes of pleasure, both of their cocks were fully hard, literally pulsing with each heart beat. Nick's cock was fully hard, a thick, veiny ten inch monster that was aching for a hole to ram. Carl's slightly smaller eight incher wasn't nearly as thick as Nick's but there were still plenty of guys in the audience who would have gladly bent over to take it - so long as their girlfriends didn't find out. 

"Oh, this is gonna' hurt! "someone cat called as Devin flexed his biceps. Nick gulped as he looked the tone junior up and down, his cock throbbing at the perfect male specimen in front of him even though he knew any second all of those beautiful muscles would be dedicated to taking him out of the gene pool.

Tyler wasn’t as muscular as Devin, but the eighteen year old frat boy was hardly a weakling.

Moments before Scott started the next round, Tyler leaned in and whispered into Carl’s ear.

“How much pressure does it take to pop a nut?” he whispered softly with a seriousness that made Carl’s entire body shudder.

“Okay... begin!” Scott declared and the room was once again filled with screams from Carl and cheers from the crowd. 

“Oh fuck!” Nick screamed, his voice dropping several octaves as Devin’s fists smashed into his sack.

Charles’ punches had been strong but nothing compared to Devin. The once stoic Nick was wailing in a rich, deep vibrato as Devin pulverized his manhood with rapid fire, alternating punches. Left right, right left. Nick’s large nuts started to turn bright pink as Devin smiled.

Meanwhile, Tyler’s fists were almost disappearing into Carl’s sack, completely smashing Carl’s fat sack into his pelvis.

“Oooh!” Carl screamed, rocking back and forth in a desperate attempt to deflect the blows but he was firmly held in place. 

Nick and Carl’s bodies were starting to glisten with sweat as Devin and Tyler treated their nuts like a sparring bag. 

“Okay, that’s time!” Scott declared, a moment too late for Carl who screamed bloody murder as Tyler’s fist sank dangerously into his left nut.

Devin and Tyler fist pumped the air in triumph as they stepped away from the two whimpering captives. Nick and Carl were moaning, Carl outright crying, as they tried to recover from the overpowered blows to their junk.

Zach and Peter got to work quickly to get their teammate’s cocks back at full attention. It didn’t take long for the always-horny Nick to be back at full mast, his meaty cock making a nice bulge in Zach’s throat as he bobbed up and down on Nick’s cock like his life depended on it. Carl wasn’t so lucky. Although Peter’s blowjob was world class, the pain radiating from Carl’s crotch was stopping his usually randy cock from getting more than semihard. As Scott ticked down the last few seconds, Carl desperately tried to will himself to cum and his cock had barely regained full hardness before the round was over. 

Nick’s cock was throbbing, fully hard which made his swollen nuts an even more tempting target. Unfortunately for Carl, his eight inch fuck stick was nearly totally flaccid even before the next pair of ball busters took their turns. Travis, a muscular senior cracked his knuckles as he stood in front of nick and Carl was visibly shaking as Clint - a monstrously huge muscle stud - stood in front of him sneering. Clint was six foot ten of farm-raised muscle. He wasn’t on a sports team, but he worked out practically every day when he wasn’t honing his muscles working on the university farm.

“Mmm, reminds me of castration day at the ranch!” he said, only half joking, as he eyed Carl’s enormous vulnerable testicles. 

The promised bashing was too much to even imagine for some of audience and several hard cocks were pulled out of jeans to be stroked while Clint unleashed his raw power onto Carl’s boys.

Before starting the next round, Scott took a moment to make a quick announcement. 

“So Carl, Nick, there’s shame in quitting. You’ll lose the game but you might keep your manhood,” 

Scott winked as he squeezed Clint’s bulging bicep through his shirt, genuinely awestruck at the massive rock-like muscle. Scott compared the seemingly unbreakable muscle to Carl’s every breakable nuts; the juxtaposition made him make yet another announcement, much to Clint’s annoyance. The hulking brute wasn’t shy about his love of ball busting and would routinely share links to videos and stories in the fraternity group chat that made the other brothers’ legs cross.

“Don’t forget guys, you can bow out wherever you want. You’d lose but it might beat the alternative,”

Scott snickered.

“Are you sure guys?” 

Nick and Carl nodded affirmatively.

“Okay, but remember the loser, the guy who cums last, won’t be released until we get a pink load out of him. You guys sure you’re up to it?”

The watching crowd waited with baited breath as Carl and Nick both contemplated the offer to bow out gracefully. Neither conceded. 

Scott winked at Carl as he gave Clint’s bicep another squeeze before stepping out of the way and starting the timer.

“Ooooh shit!” Carl screamed out even before the first blow. 

Turns out his preemptive reaction was muted compared to what happened when Clint’s massive fist actually collided.

Carl’s face went white and his mouth opened in a comical, silent scream as he felt Clint’s fist plow into his nuts. Again and again and again. Barely two minutes into the round, Clint was grunting and sweating in effort as he unloaded all of his darkest fantasies onto Carl’s poor nuts. The fact that Carl’s nuts were huge made Clint even more eager to permanently flatten them.

Nick wasn’t fairing much better. Travis was focusing exclusively on Nick’s left nut, trapping it over and over between his fist and Nick’s body. Nick and Carl howled as the watching crowd cheered Travis and Clint on.

“Oh yeah, man. Crush them flat, Travis,” someone shouted.

“Crack ‘em!” came another.

As if Travis or Clint needed any encouragement. Carl was starting to become hoarse and Nick felt like he was going to pass out as blow after blow smashed into their crotches. Alarm bells were going off in Carl’s head as he watched the unbelievable mass of muscle focused on destroying his nuts and Carl nearly screamed out that he was giving up right before Scott stopped the round. 

Carl was crying, willing himself to stay in the game and Nick - trying to regain his composure - had his eyes closed, inhaling deeply as he tried to focus on anything other than his throbbing nuts. 

Zach and Peter again got on their knees and took Nick and Carl’s soft cocks into their mouths. Peter was mildly alarmed by the nasty shade of red Carl’s sack was taking and Zach grimaced empathetically at the front-row view he had of Nick’s swollen bag. A blood vessel had ruptured under the skin of Nick’s bag and a nasty welt was developing. Despite their dramatic screaming earlier, Nick and Carl’s packages hadn’t really been submitted to any abuse that would have left more than a swollen, bruised sack in its wake.

“Okay, that’s time! Next ball busters step right up!” Scott declared.

Carl groaned as Peter’s expert mouth withdrew from his raging cock. Nick’s eyes had rolled into his head multiple times during the break period when Zach was sucking the life out of his ten inch pole, but the ecstatic feeling wasn’t enough to push Nick over the edge. Nick’s cock throbbed with each heart beat, desperate to shoot the load Zach had been just minutes away from coaxing out. 

The game continued for several turns and by the time the eighth set of ball busters had finished their turns Carl and Nick’s scrotums has swollen significantly, making their already meaty nuggets look even bigger.  Both frat sacks were covered in bruises and Carl’s right nut was starting to turn an uncomfortable shade of purple. 

Zach and Peter tried desperately to get their assigned cock to spew, sparing their crushes from further nut-destroying-abuse but their efforts were mostly in vain. After the fourteenth round, Nick and Carl’s balls were so swollen and bruised they had become the center of their entire worlds. Nothing Zach or Peter did - sucking, stroking, even literally trying to ride Carol and Nick’s cocks was working. Nick’s dick barely got semi hard and Carl’s was a shrunken limp noodle. 

Max, a skinny freshman, turned out to have a devastating right hook and Nick screamed hoarsely as Max's fists pulverized his swollen balls. At the same time Paul, a chubby junior whom Carl had never been particularly nice to, pounded the fuck out of Carl’s ridiculously bruised, swollen sack. Carl squealed - desperately trying not to scream out the safe word - as Paul nearly shot his load from the feeling of his fist compressing Carl’s massive nuts nearly totally flat.  Unfortunately for Carl, his limp dick was drooping over his engorged sack so the defenseless fuck stick was being pulverized along with his aching nuts. 

By the next pleasure round, Nick and Carl were in tears. Their macho persona’s were completely stripped away and the two naked, sweaty frat boys were starting to genuinely fear for their future ability to have a family. Carl’s nuts looked like a complete, purplish disaster and Nick’s weren’t far behind. Nick’s massive nuts screamed with every breath and even some of the watching crowd winced at the site of it. Though moans of sympathy were far outnumbered by moans of pleasure as the watching young men stroked themselves as they patiently waited for their turn to bash Nick or Carl.

After a few more rounds, every brother had gotten at least one go at either Nick or Carl’s nuts. And their bloodthirsty dedication to the task was obvious by the rapidly deteriorating appearance of the target ball bags.

“Okay, so it looks like no one is giving up after the first wave!” Scott declared to thunderous applause.

“So we’ll just go again, every guy gets a turn, and again. And again!” 

The crowd whooped in delight. Scott used the crowd’s distraction to approach Nick and Carl separately whispering the same message into each ear.

“No shame in giving up, just say the word guys,”

Despite his ostensibly pleasure at watching Carl and Nick getting demolished, Scott was joined by Zach and Peter in mild alarm at Carl and Nick’s packages. Their sacks were swollen and purplish red, their dicks - which were both taking devastating blows along with their balls - could barely get hard anymore. Nick’s once monster cock was covered in welts and Carl’s mushroom head was actually swollen from being on the receiving end of one-too-many punches. Despite everything, Carl and Nick were both too proud - or deluded by hubris - to bow out. Scott shrugged (after all he had given them ample chances to quit) and stood to face the crowd, his stopwatch in hand. 

Although there wasn’t a fixed order that the busters were going in, they had collectively agreed that they would go in the same order for the next round.

Charles once again stood in front of Nick and Blake in front of Carl. Each buster was determined to finally crack a nut and from the looks of the sacks the end didn’t seem that far away. Scott declared the start of the match and Nick and Carl erupted into renewed - urgent - screams but neither young man willing to just admit he had the weaker nuts and end both of their torment. After all, if someone quit before the other shot his load the game would be over for both of them. No fabled ‘pink load’. No more ball abuse. But Carl was willing to endure even more testicle-membrane-rupturing blows if it mean Nick’s sack soufflé collapsed first.

After Charles and Blake had their turn, and Zach and Peter tried desperately to get the two tied up studs to shoot, Scott made a cheeky announcement that made Nick and Carl’s blood run cold.

“So you guys have been really going to town with your fists... “

Charles and Blake flexed to applause.

“... But aren’t you forgetting about your feet. Your teeth. Or even that thing over there,”

Scott motioned toward a ceremonial gavel on the mantle and the room burst into cheers.

“Fuck yeah, let’s take it up a notch!” someone shouted.

“Play time is over, studs!”

For a brief moment Nick nearly gave up, but just looking at the smug look on Carl’s face was enough to banish the thought.

The next busters were Devin and Tyler. Devin stuck with tried and true punches that were devastating Nick’s reproductive organs but Tyler decided to finally switch it up.

“FUUUUUUCK!” Carl bellowed so loudly the windows seemed to shake. 

Tyler had raised his foot and sent the bottom of his sneaker smashing into Carl’s bloated sack, instantly crushing them against the seat of the chair. Carl’s reaction was so violent that for a moment Tyler was stunned into inaction - before his leaking cock prompted him to continue. Carl’s nuts were being absolutely wrecked under Tyler’s shoe and by the end of the round the distinct imprint of shoe treadmarks were visible even among the sea of bruises on his sack. The pounding had been so brutal that Clint, who was watching excitedly as he awaited his turn, had to stop jerking off lest he blow his load before the quickly approaching grand finale he envisioned in his mind.

After another pleasure round, that neither Nick or Carl benefited much from, Travis took his place in front of a sobbing Nick and Clint - the hulk of a man - was in front of Carl.

“Nick. Carl. Really guys, there is no shame in giving up. Worst you’ll get is some teasing in the shower whenever anyone sees your battered junk,” Scott declared, half joking, half serious. 

Nick and Carl’s bags looked awful. They had each taken nearly an hour of ball busting abuse with only slight reprevies between rounds.  By now, despite Zach and Peter’s best efforts it looked like a testicle would literally burst before either floppy cock actually shot a load. Zach was especially distraught as he watched Nick’s massive equipment - which would be better served fucking him all over the house - being turned into a ruined shadow of its former self. Even if the game stopped right now, it would be days or even weeks before Nick was in any shape to slam his massive cock into Zach’s waiting hole. Despite serious alarm bells blaring in the logical parts of their brains, Nick and Carl were too proud to give up now. Scott nodded in admiration at their tenacy - or stupidity - as he stepped back and started the next round.

For Nick, it felt like the longest five minutes of his young life. Travis had dropped to his knees as if he was going to give Nick a blow job. Instead, he nearly dislocated his jaw as he took both of Travis’ truly massive testicles into his mouth and proceeded to bite down. Hard.

While Travis was gnawing on Nick’s increasingly mushy sack, Clint was borrowing a move from Tyler. Every bound of Clint’s massive weight was sent slamming into Carl’s nuts as he stomped them into the chair. The sensation of feeling Carl’s fat nuts compressing nearly flat was making Clint’s cock leak. Clint could barely focus on the task at hand as his mind raced with depraved thoughts with Carl’s manhood trapped under his foot. Carl was delirious with pain, knowing he could stop this madness at any moment, but he still refused. His sack looked simply awful and that was before Clint’s eyes grew wide as he got a particularly nasty idea.

With just a minute left on the clock, Clint placed his heavy right foot on Carl’s sack. Carl’s eyes widened in terror as Clint took a hop. Suddenly,  the massive farmhand was literally standing on Carl’s squishy nuts. Clint thought he was going to blow his load as he felt Carl’s nuts shifting and flattening under this foot. Clint reached down to use Carl’s shoulders for support as the stood bouncing his foot on Carl’s rapidly deflating sack. Carl squealed as Clint - unable to hold back - pulled his cock out of his jeans and stroked it, his own fat tool pointed at Carl’s face.

“Oh fuck!” 

Clint’s knees buckled, which placed even more weight on Carl’s trapped sperm pods, as he unloaded all over Carl’s face. Multiple ropes shot right down Carl’s throat and his gurgled screams resulted in several loud moans as guy after guy in the audience lost it and shot their own loads. 

“Okay, that’s time!” Scott declared.

Carl, his face dripping with cum and tears, was barely forming words as he continued to scream even after Clint had stepped off his nuts. Nick’s sack was covered with teeth marks and his scrotum had been slightly torn in a few places under Travis’ relentless chewing. There were a few moments when Nick’s nut was trapped between his teeth that Travis honestly expected to feel a sick wet splat in the back of his throat as Nick’s sack burst open. Alas, to Travis’ genuine annoyance, Nick’s testicles proved tougher than Travis’ bite.

Zach and Peter rushed to Nick and Carl. It was obvious their dicks were too bruised to get aroused by themselves to Zach and Peter both tried something new. Carl’s eyes opened in surprise - and pleasure - as Peter tenderly locked lips as he caressed Carl’s chest. Meanwhile, Zach, who suspected Nick had a thing for facials, was stroking his own thick tool just inches from Nick’s face. Zach and Peter’s approaches seemed to be working. Nick - despite being nauseated from the pain in his black-purple balls, couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect of taking a load from Zach. He was so eager that he was sticking out his tongue, a signal Zach correctly interpreted as he stuck the head of his dick into Nick’s mouth. Nick moaned and his fat, bruised dick actually started to get hard as he expertly milked Zach’s nearly foot long monster of a cock.

“Mmm.. it’s so... mmm. Big...” 

Nick was fully hard as he slurped and gulped precum from Zach’s cock. Zack, desperate to help Nick blow his load, was stroking Nick’s cock at the same time. 

Carl was nearly fully hard, his battered cock leaking precum as Peter continued his expert makeout session. It was so hot Carl couldn't help but let out guttural moans interspersed with squeals of delight. He could feel his shaken up load boiling in his loins as he made out with his hot frat brother but alas it wasn’t enough. Scott called time up and Zach and Peter were forced to step back powerless as Max and Paul took their turns as ball busters for the next round. 

Nick and Carl were both rock hard and leaking, each confident they were right at the edge of finally shooting their load, so neither one was willing to give up even as Max and Paul eyed their ball bags with maniacal grins. Max had actually cum - twice- from watching the pair getting their nuts cracked but he was ready to have another turn himself. Max was holding the gavel, the ornamental wooden mallet feeling much heavier than it looked, and Paul - who had disappeared at some point to the garage to gather a tool which he was holding behind his back. Even though Carl didn’t know what Paul had in store, the open-mouth gasps - and the sound of at least three brothers moaning as they sprayed the floor with their loads - made him realize that Paul meant business. Even Scott grimaced.

“Are you absolutely sure, Carl?”

Carl, his cock still throbbing hard, nodded yes. All he had to do was ensure one more round of busting and he was sure he’d be creaming down Peter’s eager mouth during the next break.

Scott shrugged, “Alright then. Time starts now!”

CRUNCH

Nick’s eyes crossed and for a moment he was frozen. His body literally was unable to process what had just happened. Max had slapped the mallet down full force, trapping Nick’s doomed right nut. Nick was pulled out of his daze and screamed at the top of his lungs as Max continued to slam the mallet into his nuts, squashing them into the chair. 

“Order! Order in the court!” Max laughed, pretending the gavel was a judge’s mallet as he reckless slammed down on Nick’s testicles, alternating left and right. The puffy things flattened nearly to cracking after each hit but despite the urgent signals coming from his crotch, Nick willed himself not to give up since Carl was having a much worse time with Paul.

“Fucking brutal!” 

Clint let out a half-squeal, half-moan as his recently depleted cock spat out a single thick, hands free load. 

Paul had fetched a pair of pliers and had ensnared Carl’s dangerously swollen right nut between the gripping teeth of the pliers. Carl screamed and was sobbing as he felt his right nut getting flatter and flatter. And flatter. Holy fuck, Paul isn’t going to stop! Increasingly urgent, frantic triggers from his collapsing nut were racing to Carl’s pain wracked brain. Despite the fact Carl was screaming and thrashing back and forth, his ego won out and he bit his lip in a desperate effort not to give up.

“Mmmmmph!”

Carl bit his lip so hard that a trickle of blood ran down his face. If Paul had had any mercy for Carl, it was totally evaporated despite the increasingly poor state of Carl’s nut.

“It’s gonna’ pop like a zit!” Scott laughed.

Carl bit his lip and threw his head back and forth as Paul’s fist tightened full force. Paul was desperate to feel Carl’s oversized nut finally crack, but despite this efforts Carl was still one-hundred percent male by the time the round was over.

Scott gave Nick and Carl a minute to recover before letting Zach and Paul have their turns to try and coax out a load. Nick was too delirious with pain, and blinded by ego, that his brain hadn’t fully registered that hairline fractures were erupting on his actual testicles. Despite the sad appearance of his sack, up until now the damage was cosmetic but now his reproductive organs themselves were starting to cave in. Carl’s right nut hadn’t burst like Paul (and the watching Clint) wanted but the tunica albuginea around his right testicle had started to rupture. They were microtears really, which could probably be fixed by his body’s own regeneration if he only gave them a rest. Carl was too cocky to concede.

Despite his best effort, Zach wasn’t able to get Nick’s cock beyond barely-hard. Zach was face fucking Nick at this point, his own heavy nuts slamming into Nick’s chin, and despite the face Nick was as horny as he had ever been, the pain - and literal damage - to his cock was taking a toll. Nick willed himself to get hard, he could feel he was about to bust his nuts, but it was no use. The sensation of a nut starting to crack was so overwhelming that despite the fact Nick was living a fantasy being brutally face fucked in front of a crowd - he couldn’t get any harder.

As Peter made out with Carl, he mixed in some gentle hand play with Carl’s nearly broken dick. Carl tried to enjoy it but it was no use. He knew that if he didn’t give up soon - or shoot his load - his dreams of having a family were about to be turned into literal mush.

“Come on Carl, your nuts are about to crack,” Peter whispered softly in his crush’s ear.

 

“Carl, they’re gonna explode, man. Be reasonable. Just give up,” Peter implored.

Scott motioned that the ‘pleasure’ round was half over and Peter became even more urgent in his pleas as he whispered into Carl’s ear as he rubbed his hands all over Carl’s sweaty chest and abs.

“Carl, they’re gonna rupture...”

To his own shock, Carl’s cock started to swell up. The more Peter warned in increasingly graphic terms what was ultimately going to happen to his junk, the more turned on Carl got.  Peter noticed and grinned.

“Yeah, stud. You want these to crack open, don’t you?” Peter snarled as he grasped Carl’s partially failed right nut and squeezed. Hard.

Carl gasped as the micro tear in the shell of his egg radiated out over the entire surface of his nut but Peter just dug his fingers in harder. 

“I bet you get off thinking about this huge thing just bursting open, don’t you? You want it to splatter, that’s why you signed up for this isn’t it? You want your baby makers turned into goop...”

Carl’s cock twitched.

“... You want this to just explode right now, don’t you?” Peter snarled as he dug deeper into Carl’s collapsing nut. Serious ruptures were immanent and Peter could feel the otherwise solid, oblong testicle starting to permanently warp.

Carl’s cock twitched violently, pulsing at it’s full eight inches. Even covered in bruises and swollen, Carl’s cock was beautiful and Peter had to resist the urge to just drop to his knees and take Carl’s load.

“... Carl, just admit it, you want your nuts turned into paste...”

Carl’s cock twitched.

“...Turned into goo, bro...” 

Carl’s cock got even harder, dripping with precum. Peter licked and kissed Carl’s neck as the trapped stud threw his head back in pleasure.

“Times almost up, guys,” Scott declared.

The next set of ball busters had already taken their stations, just behind Zach and Peter, eager to have a turn at Nick and Carl’s already cracked nuts. Greg cracked his knuckles as he eyed Nick’s nearly destroyed sack and Justin was holding the gavel, practically unable to resist the urge to wait his turn before pounding Carl’s sack flat.

“Carl, he has a mallet, bro! You’re nuts are really going to crack...”

Carl’s dick twitched.

“Bro! They’re gonna look like two tomatoes pounded under that thing. Just slop in the bag...” Peter whispered into Carl’s ear as he gave Carl’s nut a final squeeze.

Carl nearly blacked out as his right testicle split lengthwise in the bag, much like a grape under a heel. Peter felt it. Carl obviously felt it. Some guys who were close swore they heard it...

SQUICK

“FUUUUUUUCK!”

Carl had been so turned on at the prospect of his testicles meeting the gory ending Peter was egging him on with that he involuntarily erupted cum. There were gasps as Carl’s cock spewed ropes of sperm that caught Peter - and everyone else - by surprise. Carl bucked and screamed and moaned and squealed in delight at the most intense orgasm he’d ever had wracked his body. Every muscle was etched as if he was made of marble and his toes curled in different directions. His eyes rolled back in his head. Despite suffering a serious - but repairable - rupture Carl’s dick was spraying jizz like a confetti cannon. Watching Carl convulsing in pleasure was too much for Peter and he stroked out his own built-up load all over Carl’s spasming chest. 

Everyone watched spellbound as Carl’s body convulsed and his eyes twitched and rolled as if he was possessed by a demon. Even after the last explosive jet had rocked out, Carl’s body continued to be wracked with pleasure.

“Oooh fuckl” 

Carl squealed in delight as a final slug of cum oozed out of his cock. He’d been orgasming so long people who hadn’t seen it themselves would write it off as hyperbole.  But it wasn’t. Carl’s battered sack, his face, his thighs and his chest looked like he had just taken every guy’s load.

“Fuck that was so fucking hooooooot!” 

Clint moaned in a voice so low it sounded mechanical as he drenched his jeans yet again. Scott, who had held off pleasuring himself during the entire game, was literally on his knees wracked by his own pants flood. He had never seen anyone cum like that and all he wanted to do was crawl over to the cum-drenched stud and try to milk out another load from Carl’s still rock-hard dick.

It took the gathered crowd several minutes to recover from watching the truly epic load Carl had just blown. The pain-wracked frat boy looked like he’d been in the center of a bukkake. Even Zach - who knew that Carl’s winning meant Nick losing - couldn’t help but blow his own load which shot with such intensity that his cum coated Nick’s stomach without ever touching his throat. 

Finally, Scott gained his composure and addressed the crowd. The gooey sheen on the front of his jeans was matched by every other pair. At the end of the collective orgasm, everyone had blown their loads - some multiple times. Everyone except for Nick.

All of the color drained from Nick’s face as everyone gathered around him like animals circling prey. Despite the fact that his nuts were in actual danger from the mob, Nick’s cock was still rock hard and dripping.

“Uh-oh. Guess it’s time for a pink load,” Scott said in a  matter of fact tone.

Scott left briefly and came back with a bottle of lube. He squatted between Nick’s legs and started stroking Nick’s battered, but still very hard and functional dick. Nick groaned in pleasure, he was so close to cumming, but the thought was immediately overwhelmed by the feeling of his sack being slammed by the mallet. Then a fist. Then a shoe. Scott stood to one side as he expertly milked Nick’s cock. He wanted to be out of the way as the guys took turns on Nick’s sack. There wasn’t a timer this time, just a gentlemen's agreement that no one would take ‘too long’ lest they deprive the guy behind him of a turn.

“Oooh!”

Clint was squeezing Nick’s left nut with the pliers with all his might.

“Pop it, Clint!”

“Come on man!”

Clint squeezed tighter, his huge biceps fully hard, his knuckles white as he put every once of strength into crushing Nick’s ball.

“Yeah bro, pop it!” Devin cheered.

SQUICK

Nick’s nut cracked. Clint kept going.

SQUICK.

Nick’s massive ball split in two in his sack, spilling its copious insides all over the inside of Nick’s sack. Nick was delirious - but his cock still hard - as the next brother took his turn. Even though he was still tied up, Carl could see the methodical destruction of Nick’s one-huge nuts and his already spent cock actually started to get hard again.

CRUNCH

STOMP

SQUICK

Nick knew there was no use begging for mercy. He knew the risks of playing the game, he just didn’t expect HIS would be the load that ended up pink.

SPLOTCH

Nick’s last whole nut shattered. It wasn’t enough for the gathering boys.

STOMP

CRUNCH

Nick was nearly comatose - but his cock was throbbing and rock hard but starting to wilt.

“Come on, Nick. Cum for us!” Scott laughed before going down on Nick’s huge dong.

Nick gasped in surprise as the handsome fraternity president took the entirety of his cock down his throat like a pro. While Scott moaned and sucked on Nick’s cock, playing with his nipples with his hands, brother after brother pounded and flattened Nick’s sack.

SPLOOTCH.

Max came again after feeling a meaty chunk disintegrate under his fist, disappearing from existence as it was slammed into the chair.

CRUUUNCH

Another semi solid chunk of Nick’s testicles exploded. The inside of Nick’s lumpy, mushy bag was filled with nothing but mutilated nut sludge.

Suddenly, Scott pulled his mouth off Nick’s cock and started stroking it frantically. It had started to get soft, but was still steely hard.

“He’s gonna’ blow!”

“Ooooh!” 

Nick, overwhelmed by pain and pleasure blacked out mid-orgasm, his cock spewing uncontrollably, wildly pulsing in all directions as it spasmed out his load. As expected from the multiple ‘crunching’ and ‘popping’ noises that had preceded Nick’s cum shot, the entire load was tinged pink. It was slight at first but quickly transitioned to have more streaks of red. When it was over Nick’s chest and the floor were drenched in a slimy layer of thick, blood-tinted cum.

“Fuck! It looks like he shot out his nut guts!” Clint moaned.

For good measure Scott slammed his fist into Nick’s mushy ball bag. Over and over. Nick barely registered as what was left of his massive nuts was turned into goo. Completely annihilated. 

“Gentleman, I think we’ve made some sack sauce!” Scott roared with laughter has he turned to Carl.

Carl suddenly realized how vulnerable he was especially with the eyes of so many literal castrators on him.

“So, Carl. Have they had enough?” 

Scott gave Carl a slight grin. It was obvious Nick’s nuts were history. Totally gone. But Carl had a wicked idea.  After all, he’d have a front row seat to wherever naughty things were next for Nick’s still enormous  package.

“How about one more round for everyone! His cock still looks pretty healthy...” Carl shouted.

Everyone cheered.