ROUND 7 AND 8
The time before the next round was longer than usual. The lawyer took advantage of his position with the company to hop on stage and get a front-row look at the devastating mess before cleaners removed it. The audience roared in laughter as maintenance technicians were shown literally scraping testicle matter off the floor like gum. Hoses were used to remove the rest of Greg’s man mater and soon the stage was pristinely clean with no evidence four testicles had just been mutilated beyond recognition.
Dominik scanned the remaining scores and reminded the audience that if a player dropped to zero points they would be violently castrated as punishment. Juan was in terror as he realized he only had eighteen points left! He had lost nineteen on the last round alone; one more draw like that and it was lights out for his profoundly fat, half-ruined but still salvageable nuts.
Like with the last round the computer picked each player’s squares since none of them were capable of doing anything more than moaning and pleading. Juan got fourteen hits to his hideously swollen busted spuds and he shrieked in terror to see his score drop to four. There was no way he was gonna’ survive another round intact.
Kabe was up next and though he was only owed two strikes, Dominik made sure to deliver them with devastating impact, causing the tall stud’s huge, round nuts to bounce wildly. Sweat was pouring down his tattooed body and he was slumped forward in defeated exhaustion.
Dominik went down the line slamming his mallet into the remaining nut sacks. None of them dropped below zero but that didn’t mean they were spared.
Raphael let out a high pitch squeal as his cracked nuts were further pulped in his massive bag.
Diego screamed as his enormous Mexican nuts were flattened under the mallet; his burst right nut turning to soup and his left barely hanging onto its shape.
By the time Dominik delivered seventeen blows to Nigel's middle aged former baby-makers it seemed like overkill. Though his sack was still nice and fat, it was obvious that his testicles were mostly pulp jiggling in his sack with barely anything left to actually damage.
Since no one was eliminated that round, there was no delay before the computer picked squares for round eight. Juan let out a shriek of terror as his score dropped to negative one. What was left of his egg sized Latin nuts was about to be pulverized like the other guys who had lost. Dominik smiled as he delivered Juan’s five blows, further shattering his left nut and knowing that the worst was yet to come.
Kabe’s right nut, which had held out longer than Dominik thought it would, was toast, battered into oblivion by sixteen powerful blows though his left was still hanging on. Raphael’s dense teenaged nuts continued to split into pieces as his bag also received sixteen blows.
Diego squealed as his score dropped to ten after seven hits; his left nut rupturing like a giant cracked egg in his tight, swollen bag and Zach’s right nut caved in - literally denting - after only one devastating hit. His testicle has been quivering on the edge of destruction and finally it just couldn’t take any more. Dominik and the audience laughed at the site of the permanently indented bag.
Kyle’s hefty nuts were only due eight mallet strikes but that was enough to turn the already exploded testicle remains into so much chunky mess, his ridiculously swollen sack looked huge and round despite the fact there was very little actual intact testicle matter inside.
Nigel was next. There was an actual sloshing sound as his thoroughly pasted, liquified organs were just battered around ten times, the remaining chunks bouncing wildly inside the sack sauce that was filling his plump scrotum. The utterly annihilated stud gave a weak whimper as Dominik delivered the final blows.
After he was done, Dominik walked up to Juan and stroked the back of his hand gently across Juan’s cheek.
“Oh I can’t wait until you see what we have for you!” he smiled wickedly as he looked up at the snowflake icon on Juan's pedestal.
Juan shuddered in terror, desperately trying to close his legs as two assistants carried a large metal canister on stage. They were wheeling it in on a small platform and as soon as the canister was positioned under Juan’s broken, hanging nuts they departed. A moment later another stage assistant walked up to Juan and roughly forced him to swallow something; it was the same pill that had gotten all the contestants so aroused earlier but in a stronger dose. Within minutes, Juan's dick sprang to life despite the screaming pain in his nuts.
Dominik chuckled at the site of Juan's massive erection as he turned to the crowd.
“So Juan here is a bartender, and you know that the best drinks are always served cold!”
The audience roared as Dominik put on a pair of thick protective gloves and removed the lid of the container. It was liquid nitrogen, nearly negative two hundred degrees Celsius and Dominik slowly lifted the container toward Juan’s nuts. Juan's panicked dick shot a final enormous load. Dominik chuckled as Juan's fat dick spewed rope after rope of cum, some of it landing on the container and instantly freezing.
Through his orgasm, Juan pleaded and screamed, letting out a blood curdling cry as his eggs were finally immersed in the freezing container whilst his cock was still shooting. Within seconds his broken, ruptured bag was frozen nearly solid. As if reacting to pure instinct, desperate to fertilize something before the end, Juan's cock shot off three impressive, very thick streamers of cum that landed with loud splats on the stage. To be sure Dominik held the container in place a few more minutes before carefully setting it back down and wheeling it out of the way. Juan’s eyes were huge saucers - he couldn’t even comprehend the pain he had just experienced. It felt as if his nuts had erupted into flame and then... nothing. He couldn’t feel the now rock-solid testicles anymore. His spent cock was still semihard despite the complete destruction of his nuts.
Dominik admired the bizarre site. Juan’s nuts looked like two pieces of stone, still smoking from the intense cold. Without warning Dominik slammed the mallet into Juan’s defenseless ball bag and the handsome stud let out a wail of terror as his huge nuts shattered like glass.
The audience loved it as dozens of pieces of Juan’s testicles landed with distinct high pitch impacts, literally like large pieces of glass. As they struck the ground the pieces further shattered. It looked like someone had dropped a large ceramic statue of a pair of pristine nuts and now there was nothing left but a shattered mess. Juan blacked out, the last thing he saw was an unrecognizable pile of what looked to be brown glass that had shattered all over the stage in front of him.
“Well, I guess those ice cubes are done!” Dominik chuckled as Juan was led off the stage, a thick string of mutilated cum hanging off his dick. A janitor swept Juan’s shattered testicles off the stage and the audience was going wild. They’d never seen anything like it and they were eyeing the remaining contestants eagerly to see what other nasty surprises Dominik had up his sleeve.
“We’ll be right back after these messages!” Dominik announced cheerfully as upbeat music played and the crew prepared for the next round.
Come back next week for the next round!
so did kabe win? he is the only one left with at less one ball right? so he wins? great series really liked it
ReplyDelete