Nutsack Knockout - Round 2

Catch up with last week's installment here. 

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!