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!