Nutsack Knockout - Round 3

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ROUND 3

Just moments before the commercial break leading into round three ended Dominik turned off his microphone so that he was only audible to the contestants on stage and not the crowd.

“Guys, we’re about to up the stakes for the next round! If any of you wanna duck out that’s fine,” 

Dominik cut Kabe an uncharacteristically thoughtful look. The handsome stud ground his teeth together in a desperate attempt to maintain his composure. Dominik looked over at Nigel longingly; half of him wanted to turn the handsome man’s nuts into a stain and the other wanted to cut him down, carry him backstage and fuck each other senseless. Dominik had to stay neutral for the sake of the game but his heartstrings were being tugged at by Nigel and his fleeting sense of humanity was being poked by Kabe’s tortured yells, though he was also feeling bad for Juan and his ridiculously swollen eggs and Raphael’s black and purple welted sack. Before the music signaled the start of the next round, Dominik secretly hoped at least one of the contestants would bow out before it was too late. Then again, he also wanted to crack some sacks open.

Before the round started, Dominik was handed a new chrome mallet. It was notably heavier than his wooden mallet and its gleaming surface made it look beefier and more damaging. Dominik sized up this new mallet in his hands and his eyebrows cocked in satisfaction; this thing is gonna leave a mark, he chuckled to himself.

“Welcome back to Nutsack Knockout!” Dominik announced in a booming voice to signal the beginning of round three.

Kabe was shaking and sweating, Zach looked like he was seriously having second thoughts and Lorenzo seemed to be literally praying with his eyes closed in contemplation, his massively swollen nuts weighing even lower in his stretched bag. Even though he had given all the players to quit if they wanted to, Dominik was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with laying waste to nuts that were totally defenseless; however any trepidations he had were quickly laid to rest as he eyed all twenty swollen, bloated and unprotected nuts. Afterall, he had given them a chance to escape.

As normal, Juan was the first up to take his hits. Unlike last round where he only had three hits, this time he had been punished with twenty hits. His twenty-five year old muscle nuts were pounded with unforgiving force. Juan’s facade of calm was totally shattered by the fifteen blow.

His fat Latin nuts were compressed dangerously under the heavier mallet. Dominik wasn’t holding back, swinging the massive mallet with both hands, raining utter devastation onto Juan’s nuts.

“Oooh!” Juan screamed as he felt his left nut crack. It wasn’t a catastrophic failure, just a series of cracks along the beefy outer wall of his nut that had radiated out after a hammer blow. 

CRUNCH

Juan yodeled as his left nut’s damaged shell was pushed to the breaking point. The red and purple bruises on his huge swollen sack didn’t convey the level of damage happening inside; his nut might survive just another round or two before they finally burst. He still had seventy points but he doubted his nuts could survive seventy more hits.

“I think I might’ve broken one!” Dominik taunted as the audience cheered. 

Lorenzo only had three hits this round but the mallet was so much heavier that each blow was starting to do real damage to his swollen nuts. 

“Please stop!” Lorenzo screamed after only the second blow. Dominik knew he had one more hit to deliver, and the ravenous crowd was chanting for it, but he was feeling a tad guilty. This new mallet was a surprise even to him and he could tell from the weight that the game had just entered a new phase.

“Oh well..” he thought as he delivered the last devastating blow to Lorenzo’s screaming nuts. His massively swollen sack was purple and black and the throbbing pain coming from deep inside was making his stomach turn. 

Next up was Alex who only got one hit to his enormous low hangers. He squealed as his dick shot off a rope of precum so thick at first Dominik thought he had literally beaten the cum out of Alex’s sack. Despite the pain, Alex’s ten inch monster cock was throbbing and heaving, a long rope of precum dangling off his swollen mushroom head. Alex threw his head back and moaned. He was so close Dominik wished he had another hit this round.

“Looks like this one’s about to burst!” Dominik teased as the camera zoomed in on his spasming cock. Alex’s brain was a fog of agony and lust as his dicked pulsed up and down, desperate to stimulate itself to an orgasm.

Kabe was up next. Dominik winked at him as he held the hefty mallet in his hands. Kabe was sweating. He was due seventeen hits in a row, more than the number of hits he had endured in the first two rounds combined. 

“Count along with me!” Dominik shouted to the audience.

“One!” 

CRUNCH

“Two!”

CRACK

“Three...”

SQUISH

Kabe yodeled in a defeated falsetto as the audience counted after each hit in a jarring sing-song voice.

“Oh yeah... fifteen! Two more stud!”

CRUNCH

Kabe’s already huge nuts had swollen so much they were now almost the largest on the stage and hanging a full inch lower than when the game started, but despite the swelling and rosy color they looked otherwise fine. Dominik was impressed at the tattooed stud’s resilience as he delivered the final blow, an absolutely devastating hit that compressed Kabe’s fat sack to less than half its girth. The air was knocked out of Kabe’s lungs and the audience was rolling with laughter as the final blow was played on a loop on the screens.

Raphael and Diego got ten hits and fifteen respectively. Raphael screamed and screamed as the black welts covering his teenage sack spread over the surface of this hairless bag, the underlying skin was entirely purplish red and his left nut was swelling noticeably more than the right.

“I think I’m about to crack his teenage dreams!” Dominik laughed before he delivered the final blow. 

CRUUUNCH

The screens showed a split screen of Raphael’s sack bouncing as it was struck from underneath and a look of horror and surprise on the handsome lad’s face. His nuts were trapped against the unyielding rings and were compressed flatter and flatter and flatter. His eyes bugged out and he let out a deep gravelly yell just as his left nut cracked.

It hadn’t broken into pieces but inside his bag the entire circumference of his left testicle was shattered by a long contiguous crack like an egg that had been tapped against the side of a bowl but not quite torn in two.

Diego didn’t fare much better. His right nut was being covered with micro fractures as his fleshy sack bounced between the mallet and the wall; if Dominik stopped now - as in immediately - Diego's nuts would make a full recovery. Diego’s spiked blonde hair was matted to his forehead as sweat poured down his body before dripping from his hanging nut sack.

Zach took ten blows to his swelling nuts like a champion, not even screaming until the fifth blow. His rock hard seven inch pussy pounder was throbbing as precum was literally pounded out of his bag. Although he was mostly screaming in pain, Dominik picked up on some involuntary moans escaping the handsome blonde’s lips. The giant screen was showing a close up of Zach’s playing on a loop; between the hollering from getting his nuts worked over he looked like a porn star about to pop his load. His lips were parted, his eyes were rolled up in his head and his breathing was shallow. 

“Blow that load! Blow that load!”

The audience quickly broke into a chant as Dominik delivered the final blows. 

CRUNCH

Zach screamed at the top of his lungs as his cock twitched violently. His face was a mask of agony but his cock was clearly in its own world as precum oozed from the head despite the fact his delicate nuts were being mercilessly flattened.

CRUNCH

“FUUUUUUCK!”

The mallet became a blur as Dominik delivered the last four hits in rapid succession, sandwiching Zach’s busy balls against the hard wooden backstop. He screamed as he felt something pop deep in his left nut, yet his cock was firing off thick ropes of jizz that were flying in all directions as his spent cock was bounced along with the rest of his package after each blow. Dominik looked down at his shirt which was covered with a thick sheen of Zach sauce and feigned disgust, even holding the mallet like he was about to take it out on Zach’s nuts.

Zach screamed which made the audience roar in laughter.

“He got it all over my mallet!” Dominik dipped his finger into a puddle cum that had landed on the mallet’s head. The thick creamy liquid dripped from his fingers and Dominik noticed something striking about it. There were thin streaks of bright red mixed into Zach’s procreative juices that made it obvious Dominik was unleashing real damage. He looked up at the scoreboard; even after the latest round Zach still had eighty-two points meaning he was due up to eighty-two more blows before the end of the game.

Dominik drew a cum-mustache on Zach’s adorable face before moving on to Greg whose fat right nut suffered a serious rupture while his sack was being beaten seventeen times. At the end of it Greg was sobbing, his sack was a swollen mass of purple flesh and the once distinct bulges from each nut had swollen into an indistinct mass.

Kyle's turn was even worse. The runner’s body convulsed showing off his magnificence physique as his right nut catastrophically burst, breaking into three pieces in his bag. They would have been floating freely but ironically the extreme swelling kept the pieces wedged against each other making his broken ball look deceptively fine from the outside, aside from his sack’s black and purple appearance. Dominik had felt Kyle’s nut cracking and his cock twitched in his jeans, his excitement spilling over to the crowd where several watching men were rubbing their own bulges.

Last for the round was Nigel. Dominik knew that Nigel’s nuts had been starting to crack since the last round, and even though he still wanted to take the hairy stud back to his dressing room and fuck his brains out he didn’t hold back as he delivered two of the hardest blows he had delivered all night. 

“Please! Oooooh!” 

CRUNCH

Nigel’s nearly foot long cock fired off a huge jet of semen that seemed to catch even the captured daddy by surprise. Nigel’s eyes were fixated on Dominik, his mind was racing with naughty fantasies and his hormones, at least for a moment, overwrote the furnace of searing agony between his legs.

CRUNCH

Dominik looked on in amazement as Nigel’s swollen nuts churned out rope after rope of jizz that painted the floor in front of him.

Despite the swelling, Nigel’s nuts were still a healthy rose color lacking the welts and literal cracks that were forming on his fellow contestants' genitals. Granted Nigel had been extremely lucky by only being hit a total of twelve times in three rounds. Diego had taken fifteen hits in this round alone!

“We’ll be back after this commercial break!”

Come back next week for Round 4!

Nutsack Knockout - Round 2

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ROUND 2 

The contestants had a few minutes to brace themselves for round two while the show cut to a commercial break.

“Hey players, don’t forget, you can quit anytime between rounds...” Dominik reminded them.

“...No judgement,” he finished as he winked at Nigel.

“I know you blokes are tied up at the moment...” Dominik chuckled at his own dumb joke.

“But seriously, consent is good for ratings. So, anyone can quit between rounds. But as soon as the music starts for the next round, it’s too late,” 

Dominik was impressed and surprised at the men’s resolve. The terms of his contract stated he had free reign except between rounds when players could opt out, so the thought of ten willing, huge nuts coming under his mallet again made Dominik sweat with horny anticipation. 

He thought for sure the shivering Alex or Greg would bow out but they didn’t. Despite the escape hatch offered, none of the contestants agreed to give up. Dominik shrugged as rousing music marked the beginning of round two. The ten men chose their squares in the same order and Dominik delivered their punishments once the round ended.

Juan only took three hits to his swollen, egg sized nuts but he bit his tongue to cover his screams.

Lorenzo tried not to scream during his twenty hits, but he finally cracked and started wailing by the tenth hit. By the end of it he had the lowest score so far - sixty nine points - and his nuts were massively swollen.

Alex was lucky and only got one hit, which he took in stride. 

Kabe sighed in relief as he was only due two hits which his enormous sack absorbed without breaking though they were starting to turn bright red. 

Raphael got eight hits, his modest-sized teen nuts flattening dangerously against the back wall. Hideous black welts were spreading over the surface of his back, spreading like cracks on meaty glass.

Diego nearly blacked out before Dominik was even done delivering thirteen hits to his rapidly swelling Latin eggs. The dual pressure of his nuts being pulled so far down was combined with the crushing impacts of the mallet and Dominik was sure he was starting to deal the young man’s sack serious damage. Despite Diego’s cockiness, Dominik kind of hoped Diego would bow out after this round. Dominik loved crushing nuts but the rules of this contest were very clear; anyone could leave between rounds and he wanted to give every guy the opportunity before it was too late. 

Zach’s hangers only got four hits but the sensation was enough to make his seven inch cock start to belch precum.

“Oh fuck! I think we’re gonna’ start to see some eruptions soon!” Dominik laughed.

Greg screamed and begged through all eleven of his hits, his ten inch fuck stick oozing precum even though Dominik was raining down testicle-shattering destruction. He’d never had such massive abuse to his nuts and was impressed they hadn’t literally cracked. 

Kyle was up for thirteen hits; his hefty nuts started to swell as they were compressed to a fourth of their girth between the mallet and the wall. Dominik was laying in every ounce of strength into destroying Kyle’s nuts and the decreasing resistance the chubby organs had after each hit was showing him he was nearing his goal.

Nigel was up last. He only had to endure five blows but Dominik made sure that all five were viciously hard, barely giving the sobbing hunk a few seconds to recover between blows. His mounding pecs were heaving and his high pitched screams filled the studio.

“Oh God!” Nigel screamed as his dick continued to twitch violently. Even though his baby-making card was being revoked, Nigel had never been so horny in his life. He wanted Dominik bad...

“Crush them!”

Nigel’s eyes bugged out in shock and surprise as he literally egged on his attacker.

CRUNCH

Nigel would have doubled over if he wasn’t so tightly bound. Dominik delivered a ruinous blow to his reddening, plump testicles. CRUNCH! Something had physically ruptured in Nigel’s right nut causing a spider web-like pattern of black and purple streaks to cover his red scrotum, visually looking like an egg starting to crack. Nigel started sobbing.

“Please...”

Luckily for Nigel that was the last hit, but if it hadn’t been his pleas would have fallen on deaf ears. Dominik was only going to show mercy between rounds, when the players had the option of leaving. But once they gave that up, like Nigel had done by refusing to duck out before round two, Dominik was a merciless ballbusting machine. Although a casual observer might have just thought the welts on Nigel’s right nut were standard bruises, Dominik had felt the slight ‘pop’ and knew, without a doubt, Nigel’s sack was the first that was experiencing serious damage, though his nut was far from irrecoverable.

“Just give up, bro,” Dominik thought to himself as he eyed Nigel’s muscular body and fat genitals. 

“Oh!!” Kabe screamed out as he felt as if his huge nuts were going to crack open; he’d been moaning ever since his turn was over and the baritone screams were making Dominik feel very unforgiving. 

As the rest period between rounds started Dominik walked up to Kabe, the man’s fourteen inch dick and fat, round nuts looking disproportionate even against his fit, tattooed body.

“Oh, I can’t wait to end you,” Dominik whispered to Kabe which made the terrified thirty-year old tense up, making his body look even more etched.

Dominik had nothing personal against Kabe or any of the players. Honestly, if he had, he would have asked for that player to be dismissed. He was a sadist, not a dick, and wanted all the guys to have a fair shot, which he knew he wouldn’t do if he had come in with a negative opinion of any of them. He already wasn’t holding back but if he had actual malicious intent it was probable the stage would have had at least one pile of ruptured, splattered testicles on it.

Kabe had a chiseled body with alpha-male tattoos covering virtually every square inch of skin above his waist but it was his pleas and screams that were activating Dominik’s deepest, most depraved fantasies. He wanted Kabe’s bloated sack to burst open and paint the stage, totally devastating the handsome stranger’s world just for the sake of it. The sense of power was making Dominik’s own huge cock stretch his jeans, an aspect that wasn’t lost on the panning cameras. Kabe could feel the burning look Dominik was giving him and gulped as round three was about to begin.

Come back next week for Round 3!

Nutsack Knockout - Round 1

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ROUND 1

The scoreboard updated to show each contestant’s name as a starting score of one hundred. As of right now, they all had the same relative odds of winning which filled each with an uneasy mix of sense of confidence and billowing dread as they realized they might be the first once to lose. To add to the anticipation none of them knew what their ultimate punishment would be or how enthusiastically Dominik would lean into them. Technically, Dominik didn’t have to ruin a guy if his score dropped to zero; they could just be let down and taken off stage. But knowing his reputation no one doubted that he would crush the stuffing out of a sack whenever had the chance.

The picking order was always the same; Juan, Lorenzo, Alex then Kabe, Raphael, Diego, Zach then Greg, Kyle and finally Nigel. Each player would make their choices but the results wouldn’t be shown until all ten had chosen.

“Box fifteen!” Juan announced smugly. 

The audience cheered as square number fifteen turned red, letting the other contestants know it was no longer an option. Down the line each man made their selections. Some of them boomed their choices with alpha male confidence but some like Kabe and Kyle weakly responded, panicking that they had just made a terrible choice; their obvious fear made the audience erupt into laughter. Kabe and the others had all come into the game cocky that they’re nuts would prove to be the toughest but now that the game had actually started that veneer of confidence was slipping rapidly. 

Once Nigel had made his choice Dominik took his giant mallet in his hand as the screens showed the results. Juan sighed in relief as it was shown he’d only lost seven points, on the lower end of the range. His relief was short lived though as Dominik slammed the mallet seven times into Juan’s trapped nuts, ruthlessly flattening them against the giant mallet’s head and the white wooden board behind it. Juan screamed as the seven blows seemed to last forever, though in reality the blows had been delivered with surprising speed. Dominik chuckled as Juan’s sack turned a rosy shade of red but otherwise kept their healthy, round shape. 

Next was Lorenzo who was owed eleven hits. The Italian wailed as his middle-aged spuds were squashed nearly flat under each hit. His eyes bugged out as Dominik delivered the eleventh - and hardest - blow to his nuts which, despite the brutality of the assault they hadn’t changed color. Alex was next, his enormous low hangers subjected to ten wicked, violent blows. Dominik had a depraved look of satisfaction on his face as he felt and heard two of the biggest testicles he had ever seen compress between his mallet and the wall. Ironically Alex was screaming and moaning as the vibrations reaching his dick were actually getting him close to the edge. By the time Dominik was done Alex’s nuts were starting to turn pink but Dominik’s mallet was covered in a thin sheen of precum from Alex’s dripping dick.

“Looks like we might be able to knock the cum out of this guy!” Dominik quipped to riotous laughter.

Kabe lost eleven points so he was due that many blows from Dominik’s hammer. Despite his tattoos and Devil-may-care expression making him look quite tough Kabe’s heart was pounding as he watched Dominik rear his arm back for the first blow.

“Please!”

SQUASH

Kabe thought he was going to black out as his huge round nuts were dangerously flattened under the mallet. Despite looking dense, Kabe’s nuts were compressing like collapsing souffles and Dominik couldn’t wait to finish the job. Kabe was still recovering from his own round of blows when the studio was filled with Raphael’s rich baritone screams. The Aussie teen thought he was going to literally die after taking nine blows from Dominik’s mallet. 

Diego, whose nuts were already aching from being pulled so unnaturally low, screamed bloody murder as his plump Mexican babymakers were slammed into the wall eleven times. They felt like they were going to simply burst every time the mallet compressed them to a fraction of their normal girth. Zach made out slightly better with only four hits, though Dominik made up for the relatively low number by almost annihilating the blonde stud’s nuts, holding the mallet with both hands and making sure to slam in as hard as he could. 

Zach and Diego were both still gasping from their first run-in with Dominik when it was Greg’s turn. Greg gave Dominik a cocky smirk as Dominik lined up his aim.

“Give it your best shot!” Greg taunted, his cock twitching not just from the drugs but from being so close to such a legendary ball buster. Greg ran a cam site on the weekends where he showed his swinging nuts being absolutely trashed by boxers, football players and wooden spoons so had built up quite a tolerance. Plus, good old fashioned ball abuse was one of the only things that got the randy lad to climax. Sensing that Greg was genuinely into having his nuts cracked, Dominik nodded with respect to the kindred spirit... before unleashing a truly viscous volley of six blows to Greg’s sack.

Nothing in Greg’s background of being a ballbusting bottom had prepared him for this. Greg’s mouth opened in an ‘O’ as a loud, guttural drone escaped his lips.

“Please! Stop!” 

SQUASH

Dominik was aiming his blows such that Greg’s sack was swinging between the mallet and the unyielding backboard like a pendulum. The audience roared as the camera showed his sack bouncing back and forth wildly after each hit. By the time Dominik was done Greg’s well-practiced nuts felt like they were already suffering damage with a nasty purplish streak appearing across this right nut.

“Oops! Hope I didn’t break one!” Dominik laughed as the camera lingered on Greg’s bruised nut. 

By now the studio was already filled with the defeated groans of the other eight players, though some like Alex were mixing in moans of pleasure, his horned up cocks defying the ache throbbing in from his swollen sack.

Kyle and Nigel were last up.

Kyle’s eyes opened in genuine, soul wrenching terror when it was revealed that he was due seventeen hits, which would bring his score to eighty-three - the lowest - and it also meant he was going to be receiving the most hits any nutsack had gotten so far and having heard the tortured screams of his fellow contestants Kyle was not eager to earn that dubious distinction. Dominik’s handsome face contorted into a look of sadistic evil so malevolent the expression alone made Kyle start to plead and beg.

“No! I give up! I give up!” 

Dominik nearly dropped the mallet in laughter. Several members of the audience were crying in laughter as a huge close up of his as-of-yet untouched Black sperm tanks displayed on the monitors, the sound of him pleading playing on a loop over comical music. 

“Oh, what was that? You want these to crack?” Dominik asked with a shrug before sending the mallet slamming with devastating impact into Kyle’s nut bag. 

SQUISH

SQUASH

Despite his tight bindings, Kyle’s fit runner’s body was shaking and vibrating as he desperately tried to get free and even though in Kyle’s mind he was putting up an admirable fight, in reality his best attempts to get free were barely doing anything against the ropes, especially the ones keeping his legs locked open.

His big Black testicles were precariously flattened over and over and over into the pillar behind him. By the fifteenth blow both of his nuts were crisscrossed with purplish-red bruises visible on the high-definition cameras even against his dark skin.

“Oooh!” Kyle wailed. 

Kyle’s nine inch cock had been bobbing up and down from the vibrations of each hit and despite the mind numbing pain, his dick was absolutely oozing precum. What was harder to see was that his cock was visibly throbbing even without the impacts, as he was getting incredibly close to blowing his load. Kyle wasn’t into ballbusting, per se, but had seen the viral videos of Dominik’s lineage-ending work and even in its panicked state, his mind couldn’t help but get turned on from being in this position. His testicles completely disagreed and the contradictory thoughts were making Kyle belt out screams of pain, pleads for mercy and moans of pleasure.

SQUISH

“Again!” Kyle surprised himself as he screamed out for Dominik to slam the mallet into his sack again. Fortunately for Kyle, and unfortunately for Dominik, he had just delivered the final seventeenth blow leaving Kyle’s sack covered in bruises.

Nigel was only due five blows, one of  the smallest number of hits so far, but you couldn’t tell from the banshee-like screams he was belting out. At times it sounded like a young girl was being tortured, the high pitched screams emanating from him were such a juxtaposition of his beefy, hairy body that it made the audience laugh and chant.

“Crack that nut! Crack that nut!” 

The audience chanted as they watched forty-year old sperm makers being flattened five times to a mere fraction of their normal thick girth. What the audience couldn’t hear but what Dominik was feeling without a doubt was that Nigel’s nuts were literally starting to crack. Although they were quite large, the huge ovals were clearly not as tough as their size suggested and Dominik knew he was already starting to take Nigel out of the gene pool. Despite being insanely aroused, Dominik was a little sad since he thought Nigel was the hottest contestant, but he had a job to do so delivered the fifth and final blow with such force that Nigel’s screams were silenced, literally stopped in in throat as he gave Dominik a pleading expression that almost tugged at Dominik’s heartstrings.

As the crowd was cheering from the replay of Nigel’s plump eggs getting beaten, Dominik leaned in and whispered something into Nigel’s ear.

“You can give up between rounds, hottie,” Dominik winked as he finished his message which hadn’t been captured by any of the cameras or microphones. Despite the excruciating pain, Nigel’s dick twitched from the feeling of Dominik’s hot breath against his ear. A squirt of precum splatted a foot from Nigel’s body which only made Dominik more desperate to save the studly forty-something from a grizzly ending and instead let him blow his boiling load in his dressing room after the show. Although Nigel’s mounding, enormous nuts were turning red his eleven-inch cock was still rock hard and he wanted nothing more than to be set free and be ravished by Dominik. They were both clearly hot for each other and Dominik was hoping Nigel wouldn’t let his pride get in the way and just give up before the next round. 

“I want you badly,” Dominik mouthed to Nigel, licking his lips and imagining all the nasty things he wanted to do to him.

Come back next week for Round 2!

Nutsack Knockout - Introduction

 

A small studio audience composed entirely of men sat in rafters looking down at a large, brightly lit stage where workers were busy making finishing touches but a black curtain hid most of the gameshow's mechanics from view. This was the first filming of a controversial new game show called The Nutsack Knockout which had promised to be a ratings bonanza due to its unapologetic premise. Ten men would compete for a chance to win a life-changing amount of money but instead of the losers going home just empty-handed, there was a very real possibility that they'd go home with an empty-sack. The exact mechanism hadn't been revealed in the pre-taping information but the promotional images featuring cracked walnuts, splattered eggs and deflated soccer balls made it clear it wasn't going to be pleasant for the losing players.

Finally the lights went low and rousing music filled the air and the audience didn't wait for the neon 'applause' sign to light up before erupting into cheers. Mixed into the jaunty instruments of the show's theme song were the unmistakable sounds of men screaming and moaning - most likely from nut pain - that had been autotuned to fit the music. "My balls are gone! My balls are gone!" came the anguished voice of some random young man, his normally deep voice pitched comically high to layer perfectly over the music; the audience burst into laughter.

Meanwhile a tall fit man wearing jeans, heavy boots and an untucked button up shirt sauntered onto the stage holding a microphone. Most of the audience recognized him instantly as Dominik Patterson, an MMA fighter who had become quite a draw thanks to his merciless below the belt fighting style. Dominik had permanently cracked at least a dozen nuts before the officials, who were more than willing to turn a blind eye for the sake of ratings, finally had to acknowledge his flagrant disregard for the rules and banned him from the ring. The grizzled yet handsome former-fighter didn't mind too much since his notoriety made him a darling for endorsement deals and cameos on shows like Nutsack Knockout. Funnily enough, he was a spokesman for an erectile dysfunction drug, ironic considering he had nearly ripped off an opponent's dick through his shorts.

"Welcome! Welcome! Are you guys ready for some fun!" Dominik called into his mic as he took center stage. His voice was deep but his enunciation was excellent, as if he was made to be a charismatic television host. He flashed a toothy, mischievous smile as the curtain finally rose revealing the complete setup for the coming gameshow. Spaced evenly across the length of the stage were ten large slabs of wood, about two feet wide and standing six feet tall, all of them painted with a high gloss white paint that was reflecting the dramatic studio lights shining overhead. At the top of each post were ambiguous symbols painted in black; a stylized snowflake, the outline of a flame, a pair of eyes wide open and a dumbbell. No one except the crew knew what they meant but they likely had something to do with how each contestant could potentially lose his nuts. Hovering above the middle of the stage were several enormous displays, one of which had a grid of squares numbered one to one hundred. The others were displaying an idling graphic of two cracked walnuts and the Nutsack Knockout logo.

“Welcome to the first taping of our new show Nutsack Knockout!” Dominik’s deep voice boomed over the audiences’ cheers. 

It took nearly a minute of the stage hands signaling for quiet before the raucous crowd finally settled down and Dominik could begin to explain the rules of the game.

“Every round each player is gonna’ pick a square, one to one hundred, and behind that square is gonna be a number...”

As Dominik talked, two assistants wheeled out a muscular, anatomically correct male mannequin, about five foot ten, sporting a pair of egg-sized nuts that had been bound with rubber rings to force them to the bottom of its extremely-realistic looking bag. One of the secondary screens flashed to show a leaderboard with a single name “Demonstration Dummy’ showing a score of one hundred points. The other screen was showing a close up of the dummy’s bound sack, the hyper realistic skin glistening against the white backdrop of the wooden plank it had been placed in front of.

“So every contestant starts with one hundred points each time they pick a number...”

Dominik motioned toward the middle screen that had the grid of one hundred squares.

“There’s a random number from one to twenty. Every time they pick a number their score goes down by that amount and they’re eliminated when their score goes below zero.” 

The crowd collectively leaned in, most of them fixated on the two very large proxy testicles on the second screen.

Dominik walked up the mannequin and put his hand on his shoulder, giving the dummy a look of mocking apology. A short while later a stage assistant rushed on stage to hand Dominik a comically large mallet, the head easily being five inches across on top of a thick wooden handle.

“So let’s say this guy picked the second square...”

The screen with the grid of squares flashed and the second square revealed a value of twenty.

Dominik chuckled as he grasped the mallet with both hands, being sure to stay out of the way of the camera that was focused on the dummy’s nuts. 

Without ceremony he smashed the mallet twenty times into the proxy ball bag, making it swing and bounce against the plank behind it like a fleshy pendulum. The audience roared as they watched the two fat pseudo-nuts being pancaked over and over. At the same time the scoreboard for ‘Demonstration Dummy’ decreased by one point after each hit. When Dominik was done, the score was eighty.

Dominik gave the proxy testicles several more vicious whacks, the loud impacts making it obvious that the real pair in that predicament wouldn’t have been having a good time, before turning to the audience and chuckling.

“...and when a guy runs out of points,  I get to unleash their ultimate punishment! And let’s just say they won’t be having any more kids! What is that you ask, well it depends on the symbol above them.” 

Dominik pointed to a black flask, like something out of a laboratory, that had been painted above the dummy though it was still ambiguous what punishment the various symbols actually represented. 

Dominik gave the fat rubbery nuts one more devastating blow, causing the left one to permanently dent, the comical image plastered on the screen overhead and the audience roared in laughter. He went on to explain that each symbol at the top of the planks represented an ultimate punishment tailor made for each contestant. 

After Dominik slammed the proxy testicles until one of them popped out of the sack, the dummy was carted away and the ten real contestants sauntered on stage. All of them were naked, a few of them hard, smiling and waving at the audience as they stood in front of their pre-assigned wooden slabs, their backs against the blanche white wood facing the audience. 

The first contestant was Juan, an extremely handsome Latino, somewhat short clocking in at only five foot two, but he was quite muscular - almost like a caricature of a short bodybuilder - sporting a pair of egg-sized nuts. The adorable middle aged man old stood in front of the slab of wood with a snowflake engraved on it as stage hands quickly got to work securing him in place.

Contestant number two was Lorenzo, a tall thirty year old Italian with shoulder length hair and a fit, svelte body. He waved to the crowd as he stepped under the position with an ambiguous round circle on it. 

Next was Alex, a twenty-eight year old blonde who exuded cockiness as he strode onto the stage, his truly enormous babymakers literally swinging between his thighs like a pendulum as he walked. The fit lad nodded with unearned confidence as he took his place on stage. 

Kabe was next. The thirty-eight year was well over six feet tall with a thick beard that framed his strikingly handsome face. His lack of body fat made his abs stand in sharp relief. His abs were so well defined that one couldn’t help but follow them down to his crotch and his round nuts which were so huge the seemingly shy thirty-year old almost seemed embarrassed by them, holding his hands over his crotch as he walked. His torso and neck were covered with tattoos and his striking cheek and eyebrow bones made his face look like a couture model. 

Raphael was next, a jaunty nineteen year old Australian who skipped whilst he walked to purposefully show off his modest yet dense low hangers. The teenager clapped his hands before he took his place on stage and his arms were tied behind his back as he took his place on stage.

Contestant six was Diego, a twenty year old Mexican with blonde tips on the ends of his jet black hair. He was tall with a pair of huge fuzzy nuts that were tight against his body. 

The seventh and eighth contestants were Zach and Greg, respectively. Zach was a handsome twenty-three year old blonde with a fit swimmer’s build, a handsome smile and a pair of fat ovals swinging between his sack nearly as low as Alex’s. Greg was a ridiculously handsome British thirty-something with vivid red hair and a medium athletic but not overly-muscular build. His toothy Devil-may-care grin made him look younger than he was and he radiated a sense of optimism and excitement that totally contradicted the grave danger he was putting his manhood in. As his arms were being tied behind his back and his legs secured to the wood slab he was standing in front of he gave the audience one last smile as he waited for the games to begin.

Kyle and Nigel were the final two contestants. Twenty-five year old Kyle was so handsome Dominik was surprised he wasn’t a literal model. The athletic Black man had a set of hefty nuts swinging between his runner’s legs. Nigel was a rugged looking forty-year old with a mess of shaggy black hair on top of his round face, a thick beard and thick black hair covering his pecs and abs and a pair of plump oval nuts stretching his sack nearly bursting between his legs.

As playful music sounded in the area, all ten contestants were secured tightly to their respective white wood slabs. Their arms were tied tightly behind their backs, straps were secured across their chests and abs to hold them upright and in place, their legs were bound wide and spread open by ropes that were wrapped around their thighs, calves and ankles then tied around the back of the posts making them totally incapable of closing their legs. Most importantly all ten pairs of nuts had been forced to the absolute bottom of their sacks by at least a dozen thick silicone rings hugging the necks of their sacks. For the low hangers like Alex and Nigel it was at worst mildly uncomfortable but for contestants like Diego with a naturally tight sack the strong tug was creating an unbearable ache on their boys. Regardless of their natural swing, the rings had achieved their desired effect, causing all ten pairs of heavy testicles to be pulled so far in their bags that the skin was stretched, shiny and looking extremely vulnerable, especially when compared to the bright white, hard surface they were hovering in front of. The cameras panned all of the contestant’s defenseless bags, lingering over each set just long enough for the audience to burst into cheers.

For the player’s benefit, Dominik briefly went over the rules again and pointed out that a scoreboard was also hanging over the audience facing the stage so that the contestants could see their scores.

“...Oh, and one more thing! There are special symbols hidden on the board. Just to keep things fun!”

The screens showed an animation of two 3D stars rotating, one red and one yellow. Text and a pleasant sounding female voice explained each symbol’s purpose.

“A red star will instantly reduce a player’s score to zero and unleash their ultimate punishment!” 

Alex gulped.

Dominik flexed his muscles as he eyed the players, lingering over Kabe’s tatted, fit body. The handsome man looked at Dominik pleadingly but that only seemed to fill Dominik with more bloodlust. 

“...and if someone finds a yellow star, the score for two random players will drop immediately to zero and they’ll be out of the game.”

The audience whooped in delight as the contestants eyed each other nervously. The game was already going to be a wild crap shoot but the last minute twist of having instant-elimination made the stakes so much higher. Greg was visibly sweating, Juan was shaking though no one could tell since his small muscly body was tied so tightly in place, his legs permanently spread and his fat huevos in full display, easily accessible. 

A neon sign lit up telling the audience to applaud, as if they needed any motivation, as Dominik announced they were cutting to a commercial break before the game began. During the break, Dominik and the stage assistants walked up to each player and placed a small bright yellow pill into his mouth and each contestant obediently swallowed it. Kabe seemed especially nervous and his heart was pounding as he felt the pill slide down his throat. Within less than a minute he felt his dick start to get heavy as it started swelling fuller and thicker with each heartbeat. By the time the commercial break was over all ten cocks were at maximum hardness, jutting out away from their bodies and looking so bloated Dominik was surprised some of the fat dicks weren’t bursting like sausages. Whatever drug the contestants had been given was clearly effective; Nigel was so aroused he was moaning as his pumped up cock throbbed sticking out nearly a foot from his body with its huge mushroom head bright red and literally dripping with precum.

“Welcome back!” Dominik announced to the audience at home. 

“So we’ve given our studs a little something to keep their cocks out of the way,” Dominik chuckled as he walked up to Alex and grabbed the blonde’s enormous ten inch cock with his hand. Alex gasped in pleasure and his eyes rolled back in his head, he felt like he was going to blow his pent up load just from Dominik’s rough touch.

“...We wouldn’t want those floppy dicks to block the view,” 

The camera panned over each contestant's crotch. With their dicks permanently hard and protruding it made the bound hanging nuts look even more endangered. Dominik walked the line checking out each contestant, checking their bindings and gratuitously fondling their horse dicks and defenseless balls. 

“Nice set!” Dominik remarked in genuine praise when he got to Kabe. He ran his hands down Kabe’s chiseled, slim stomach until grasping his truly gargantuan fourteen inch dick with both hands, squeezing it viscously.

Kabe let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with a squeal of pain as a stream of precum oozed out of his dick. He moaned despite his growing panic as the drugs made him feel so horny he thought he was going to cum on the spot. Dominik finished his examination by cupping Kabe’s big ball bag in his hands and giving them a playful squeeze.

“I can’t wait to pop these,” he whispered in Kabe’s ear with a twisted malice that filled Kabe’s chest with a quickening panic. 

After he was done with his inspection, rousing music ushered in the start of the game. The screens all flashed ‘Round One’.

(more detailed contestant profiles can be found on the Meet the Contestants page here)

Tune in next week for Round 1!