ROUND 9
The remaining seven players were given a mercifully long reprieve before the next round started. The lawyer, whose slacks were sheened from yet another blown load, hopped on stage and congratulated Dominik on his hosting - and ball busting - skills. He also swapped out Dominik’s lighter hammer with the heavier one.
“We’re at round nine, there’s barely anything left of these guys anyway. Make ‘em splatter!”
Dominik grinned as the intro music played. The contestants moaned as the computer once again selected squares for them. Kyle let out a tortured scream; he had been given a red star penalty and his score dropped to zero. Dominik roared in approval as he eyed Kyle's fat, heavy Black nuts swinging totally helpless between his toned legs. Meanwhile Raphael had drawn a twenty, causing his score to drop to negative two so he was also on the chopping block.
Dominik was in such a hurry to finish off Kyle and Raphael that he slammed through the other contestants as fast as he could. Kabe wailed as his crumbling nuts were struck sixteen times, thoroughly destroying his right nut but his left nut held on valiantly. Raphael screamed and pleaded as his nuts, which had swollen to three times their size, were bashed in twenty times, leaving virtually nothing solid left of his Aussie teen testicles.
Diego was next, and the two blows from the significantly heavier hammer was enough to cause his left nut to explode into paste. Zach’s dented sack was further flattened as Dominik slammed the hammer onto them ten more times. Dominik walked up to Kyle and gave him an evil grin, looking up at the icon of a flame above his head.
Nigel’s totally mushed bag bounded wildly back and forth as Dominik mercilessly slammed it nine times. He was doing it so fast and violently he hadn’t noticed Nigel’s beyond battered bag was starting to split open at the seam. The audience did though and were ravenous for the next round to watch Nigel’s sack finally burst open like a purple pinata.
But now it was time to messily destroy Raphael and Kyle's manhood.
Dominik stood back and put his hand under his chin, looking back and forth between Raphael and Kyle as if making a major decision; which pair was he going to destroy first.
“Audience, some help here...”
“Crush the teen!”
“Fuck up Kyle!”
“Smash Raphael first!”
The more the audience shouted the more excited Dominik became.
“Let’s start with Kyle, I think you all are gonna’ love what we cooked up for him!”
The audience cheered as the stage assistants handed Dominik a small bottle and something that looked like a small red fire extinguisher. It was a blowtorch! Kyle’s face went blank as Dominik emptied the contents on the bottle, a sticky sharp smelling substance Kyle instantly recognized as some kind of kerosene based fire-starting liquid all over his sack. He'd used it to start camp fires several times but never imagined it'd be used on his baby makers.
“So Kyle here is a fireman, so we thought up an extra special punishment for him!”
Kyle was bawling as Dominik lit the blowtorch and held it dangerously close to his nuts causing them to drop even lower in the bag from the intense heat. Meanwhile a large contraption with a thick hose leading out the back was wheeled in front of Kyle, just a few feet away. A large pipe like protrusion was sticking out the front, presumably ready to eject something right at Kyle’s sack. Some in the audience thought it would be baseballs or maybe a giant flame thrower but only Dominik and the crew knew for sure.
“It’s about to get hot in here!” Dominik laughed, finally stopping his teasing and letting the flame touch Kyle’s fuel-covered balls. The huge black things instantly erupted into a fireball.
Kyle was screaming like a banshee as his scrotum was burned by such enormous heat that charred pieces started falling off. His sperm and testicle mush was boiling, causing his sack to puff up unnaturally. It was getting so swollen that Dominik thought....
POP
A large crack formed on Kyle’s bag and a blast of superheated testicle goop rocketed out from the building pressure.
“Fuck! Guess we gotta' put this fire out!”
Dominik let the inferno continue roasting Kyle’s sack before pressing a button on the strange machine with the hose. Instantly a jet of water several times more powerful than a fire hose rocketed forward and smashed into Kyle’s flaming genitals. The fire was instantly extinguished, but the jet was so powerful that the structural integrity of Kyle’s charred nuts was also immediately extinguished. His bag burst into a shower of smoldering, thoroughly cooked meaty chunks, the blast of water was so powerful it was cracking the wall that had been behind Kyle’s once-swinging balls. Then just as instantly as it had turned on, the water jet stopped. Dominik had known what was going to happen but even he was slack jawed in awe at how insanely powerful the mega hose had been. He was glad the machine had been properly aimed because a few inches off and Kyle’s muscular thigh muscles could have been peeled from the bone. Kyle looked down in absolute shock before blacking out.
As he was taken off the stage Dominik walked over to Raphael. The Australian teenager was shaking like a leaf, his lips trembling as Dominik took his two swollen nuts in his calloused hand and gave them a gentle squeeze.
“So Raphael here is a prize-winning hunter, he’s taken down everything from African wild game to deer over in America...”
As Dominik spoke, someone darted on stage and handed him a double barrel shotgun. Without further ado, Dominik nuzzled the gun such that one of Raphael's fat nuts was resting on top of a barrel. Raphael pleaded as Dominik and the audience counted down.
“Three... two.... One...!”
BOOOM!
There was a flash of light and a thunderous blast as the two explosive shells slammed into the Australian’s nuts, instantly turning them into a fine mist. Raphael was shocked by the utter devastation, there weren't even chunks left, as the disastrous castration was replayed on the screen in ultra slow motion, letting the audience see how his nuts had turned from swollen, fat organs into a spray with virtually nothing in between. No chunks. No splattered inside pieces. Just nothing but spray.
Raphael was too stunned to even black out and his face, dripping with the splattered remains of his nuts, was contorted into horror and shock as he was quickly untied and taken off stage. Dominik looked around at the splattered ruins where Raphael and Kyle had been standing, his cock hard at the prospect of having several more sacks to end in similar fashion.
Come back next week for the grand finale!
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