POPS! Happy Birthday, Jimmy!

 

Twenty year old twins Paul and Scott had a special birthday present lined up for their little brother, Jimmy. Jimmy had always been the runt of the family and the two muscular jocks had been bullying and antagonizing him for as long as Jimmy could remember. Their parents had dismissed the handsome twins' bullying as typical sibling rivalry, mostly because Jimmy had been terrorized into hiding the worst of the abuse from anyone lest his sadistic older brothers lash out at him even more.

It was the night of Jimmy's eighteenth birthday and Paul and Scott easily overpowered their scrawny brother and tied him to his bed spread eagle, his arms tied to the head posts and his legs wide open with his ankles tied to the foot of the bed. Jimmy screamed and begged as his maniacal brothers looked down at the massive orbs resting between his slim toned legs. The terrified teenager's eyes grew huge as Paul and Scott, who were standing on either side of him, pulled out two large rubber mallets with their eyes locked on Jimmy's overgrown ball sack. What Jimmy lacked in physical fitness he more than made up for between his legs; an immense bag packed with a pair of heavy virgin nuts and a fat cock the twins had seen grow nearly nine inches in the shower. Jimmy's beefy double lumps were obvious even when the timid young man tried to hide them with baggy pants making them his brothers' favorite things to beat on. It satiated their barely constrained sadism whilst letting them explore their burgeoning interest in ball busting in a consequence-free way. Consequence-free for them, at least.

"You know, Jimmy, now that you're officially a man, I think we oughta' give you a little test..." Paul sneered as he gently beat his mallet into the palm of his hand.

"Yeah, we're gonna' see how tough these freakishly huge nuts of yours really are!"

Jimmy begged his brothers as they callously lined up their mallets, one each hovering over Jimmy's defenseless young nuts. 

Although the brothers’ faces were always animated with cruel excitement whenever they tormented Jimmy, this time they were especially excited, not even doing a countdown to let Jimmy wallow in fear before slamming their mallets down full force onto his nuts. Jimmy let out a wail of agony as his swollen spuds were mercilessly flattened into his pelvis.

Jimmy’s pulled against the ropes in an instinctual reaction to the overwhelming agony. He tried to focus on a single detail in the room—a stain on the ceiling, a poster on the wall—anything to pull his mind away from the white-hot agony pulsing between his legs, begging that his brothers would finally stop. Despite Jimmy’s frantic thrashing, the twins’ knots were too good and all of Jimmy’s flailing barely did anything to keep his nuts out of range.

The brothers chuckled and joked as they brought their mallets down over and over and over into Jimmy’s fresh sack. Jimmy’s huge testicles were being pummeled nearly flat after each unhinged, ruinous blow and his muscular brothers weren’t holding back an ounce of strength and Jimmy’s balls were quickly losing the battle.

“They say teen nuts are supposed to be the strongest,” Paul joked.

“Well we’re about to see!” 

Jimmy screamed as he felt his tough nuts finally reach their breaking point. The enormous organs were being crushed rapidly nearly flat over and over with zero reprieve. Even after being toughened by years of abuse by Scott and Paul, this session was more than Jimmy's nuts could handle! Jimmy hysterically tried to get free which only made the twins more determined to give Jimmy his big present.

Paul and Scott were frantically trying to see which one of them was going to knock their undersized brother out of the gene pool first, swing after swing methodically wore down the delicate internal structures of his fragile young sack, each over-sized testicle rolling and compressing in a desperate attempt not to pop.

“I wonder which one bursts first?” Paul mused.

“Burst!?”

Jimmy’s eyes went wide as he suddenly realized this wasn’t a typical session. He pulled hysterically at the ropes while his nuts were pummeled permanently flat.

“Let’s make a bet! Let’s see whose splatters the furthest!” Scott laughed.

“Hell yeah, like with that soccer player!” 

The brothers’ were grunting in exertion, each one taking deadly aim at his assigned nut. Jimmy’s bag was an enormous purple and black mound of flesh that looked like it was going to rupture at any moment.

CRUNCH

“Oooooo!”

Jimmy screamed as his right nut cracked.

Jimmy’s oversized teen testicle couldn’t resist the nonstop impacts and its tough fibrous outer membranes shattered, spilling the inside of his bag with unspent jizz and broken nut innards.

His left nut didn’t last much longer before its beefy shell didn't just crack. It caved in. Jimmy’s eyes crossed as he felt his nut implode, a permanent mallet-shaped indent in his busted sex pod. But the brothers didn’t stop, they had a bet to settle.

Jimmy’s unused virgin nuts were pounded into meaty pieces, then smaller chunks, abused without limit until they were literal sack sauce, the nearly comatose teenager barely flinching as the room was filled with the wet impact sounds of rubber on flesh. The contents of Jimmy’s bag had been thoroughly destroyed but that only made Scott and Paul more determined to see how big of a mess they could make out of their little brother’s manhood.

What was left of Jimmy’s right nut was the first to go. Paul cackled as the right side of Jimmy’s bag split open and a jet of teenage procreate slurry rocketed out splattering his thigh. 

“Do yours now!”

Paul was egging on his twin as he unleashed the final fateful blows into the left side of Jimmy’s flattened manhood.

SPLAT

Jimmy’s eyes crossed as a gory wave of tendrils and chunks splattered out the left side of his blown open scrotum and landed with an audible wet splat on the wall behind Scott. The two brothers looked at the gooey stain that was slowly oozing down the wall incredulously. They had known Jimmy’s sack was fat but had no idea his bloated nuts had so much pent up pressure.

They gave Jimmy’s ruined nut sack some final strikes, delighting as more and more of its insides splattered out. 

“Happy birthday, Jimmy!” 

Scott laughed as he used his gore-covered mallet against the side of his kid brother’s face, instantly knocking him out.

Nutsack Knockout - The Final Round

 

Catch up on the last installment here!

ROUND 10 and 11 

It was obvious by the low scores and the sorry condition of the remaining eight nuts that the game was approaching its end. Dominik wasted no time introducing round ten and the cold calculating computer picked the squares for the next round. Kabe was due two blows, the massive mallet further pulverizing his right nut but still his left nut refused to crack.

Diego squealed like a pig as his five hits took his score to three. Dangerously low.

Zach’s handsome face was a mask of terror as Dominik rained down seventeen lineage ending blows to his already destroyed testicles. There was nothing larger than the tip of finger inside the adorable blonde’s once overstuffed bag. Most alarming for him was that his score had dropped to three! 

Dominik stood in front of Nigel and gave him a feigned look of empathy as he delivered twelve devastating mallet blows, lowering his score to five. Dominik took sick pleasure in absolutely wrecking the guy whom he had lusted over and wanted to take to his dressing room.

SPLOTCH

On the tenth hit Nigel’s rupturing scrotum finally failed in several places allowing totally liquified testicle matter to squirt out. Dominik’s mallet was covered in the gunky liquid and Nigel mercifully blacked out.

“Next round! And I think this is gonna’ be the end of the game!” Dominik cheered. 

The audience was wild; they knew that Diego, Nigel and Zach’s low scores meant they were probably not gonna last the next round and as soon as the computer showed the results of round eleven’s drawing the studio erupted. The sounds of cheering, mass masturbation , laughter and shouting was so loud it sounded like a jet engine was taking off inside the studio. 

Diego’s score dropped to negative five. Zach was instantly eliminated by a red star penalty. Nigel’s score plummeted to a devastating negative fifteen and Kabe was barely in the game with a score of six. 

This was obviously the last round of the game; only Kabe still had a score above zero. Every other contestant had been eliminated. Dominik didn’t even bother delivering the final blows to the three losers, instead he jumped straight their grand finales.

Diego and Zach pleaded with Dominik as he and the assistants readied to deliver more catastrophic, gory castrations. Nigel had been stirred back to consciousness - barely - by the ruckus in the studio. The audience was calling out their favorites for who they wanted to see get destroyed first and the studio was filled with their maniacal shouting.

“Pop Zach!” 

“Ruin Diego!” 

As Dominik paced the stage, the screens were showing close ups of Diego and Zach’s horrified expressions, each of their handsome faces contorted in terror. Nigel’s face was shown too, though his dazed expression seemed to barely register the gravity of the situation. 

After making the three about-to-be-eliminated men wait an excruciatingly long time, Dominik decided to start with Zach and walked up to the powerless twenty-one year old and gave him a wicked grin. It was obvious from the literally dented appearance of Zach’s ball bag that his nuts had been permanently damaged already but there were still viable chunks that could have perhaps pumped out a kid or two. Dominik wasn’t going to let that happen. 

“BYE BYE ZACH!” flashed on the screen in giant letters next to a stunningly handsome headshot of a smiling Zach, clearly taken before Nutsack Knockout had been filmed. Dominik explained that Zach was a personal trainer, highly sought after in fact, and the screens showed clips of his YouTube workout videos, most of them with hundreds of thousands of views; visible in all of them through his shorts was his enormous bulge.

As Zach struggled and begged, Dominik took a comically large knife and effortlessly sliced the bottom of his scrotum, allowing his heavy busted testicles to dangle free from his body. They were both visibly flattened, bruised and misshapen but they looked like there was a slight chance at least something could have been saved. As Zach screamed from the completely bizarre sensation of feeling air on his exposed testicles, Dominik squatted down holding a blender, a somewhat short, small machine with a cup that would have been the perfect size for making a protein shake.

Zach shook his head violently as he felt his nuts crammed into the blending cup, one of the blades slicing his right nut nearly in half as Dominik forced the giant orbs into position.

WHIIR--SPLOTCH

Testicle gore went flying everywhere as Dominik turned on the machine. At the same time the screen was displaying a video of Zach drinking a post-workout smoothie and telling his millions of followers the importance of a good diet.

The audience roared in laughter as the video of a smiling, sweaty Zach drinking a thick protein shake played in a loop next to multiple close up shots of his nuts being turned into a protein shake. Huge chunks and countless thick tendrils and gallons of viscera and mush were plastering Zach, Dominik and most of the stage. After a few minutes, when there was nothing left in the cup but a relatively small amount of liquid, Dominik turned off the machine, wiped Zach’s dripping nut gunk off his face and turned to the audience.

“Oops! I forgot the lid!”

As Zach was being carried off the stage, one of the guys helping him slipped and fell on Zach’s sack splatter, causing the hapless fitness coach to tumble to the ground to riotous laughter from the crowd. In a final indignity, Zach was led off the stage with his face dripping with the former contents of his scrotum. 

Diego was up next. Even though the handsome Mexican’s tight nuts had been blown into chunks at least a few of the pieces could have still cranked out viable baby batter if Dominik had stopped immediately and Diego was rushed to a hospital. Instead, Dominik stepped in front of him and admired his trapped, fit body. His once neatly styled hair with its blonde spiked ends was laying flat, matted to his forehead by sweat. His pleading caused his voice to grow hoarse and all he could do was whimper as Dominik prepared for his destruction. Diego was a talented pianist and the crew had prepared a devastating musical instrument themed denutting.

Dominik took a length of piano wire with a sharp hook on the end and held it up to Diego’s face. The terrified twenty year old let out a scream as Dominik proceeded to ram the wire through his right nut, into his left nut and out the other side before plunging it back into his left nut and out the back. Dominik continued until Diego’s bag was filled and wrapped with razor sharp wire with two ends sticking out either side which he attached to two modified turntables capable of spinning with much more force than any record player would ever need. As they spun the wire inside Diego’s sack was pulled taught, snapping and rupturing every piece of testicle they happened to be looped around. Diego screamed as his nuts were eviscerated, sliced and diced from the inside out as Dominik took two drumsticks and hummed as he pounded them into Diego’s dying nuts. The drumsticks would have just caused mild pain to an undamaged sack but each strike to his sliced and squeezed nuts made Diego think he was going to die. Finally, the sharp tightening wire that had been looped around and through Diego’s nuts had caused too much damage and was applying too much pressure. His sack explosively burst into a shower of chunks which landed in a heap at his feet. 

“Guess that’s the end of your song, hey stud?” Dominik chuckled as he gave Diego a peck on the cheek before standing aside and letting the crew clean up. 

That left only Nigel. The forty-something year old sack that had once been packed with a pair of huge nuts was full of nothing but mush. Unlike Zach or Diego, Nigel already had nothing left to save but his sack was still loaded with material and Dominik was determined to remedy that in the most destructive way possible. Dominik stood in front of the tall stud, admiring his mounding chest and strong legs with his useless sack hanging low between his legs. Nigel barely stirred as a cart with four flasks of liquid was rolled out each marked one through four so that Dominik would know which order to use them. Dominik carefully donned gloves as he picked up the first vile, a colorless liquid that let off a strong smell. 

Nigel was totally helpless as Dominik poured the contents, no more than eight ounces, all over his bag. Nigel’s eyes lit up and he screamed, jolted back to consciousness as the unknown liquid caused all of the hair on his furry bag to sizzle and start to detach. Within minutes the powerful hair remover had rendered Dominik’s bag totally hairless and red. 

“Bet you never thought anything like this would happen as you were getting your PhD in chemistry, did you?” Dominik joked as he poured the second substance onto Dominik’s scrotum. Whatever it was it seemed perfectly designed to quickly devolve human skin and Nigel wailed as large slabs of his scrotum started to fall to the ground revealing his barely intact testicle walls which were full of liquified nuts. By the third chemical all Hell broke loose. The chemical was causing Nigel’s bag to sizzle and smoke and his scrotum lost all structural integrity followed immediately by the outer wall of his testicles. Before Dominik could even pour on the final chemical, Nigel’s nuts, for lack of a better term, disintegrated.

The low hanging bag, which was full of mostly mush, melted open at multiple spots allowing all of the contents to gush out like a ruptured water balloon. A thick goop was squirting out of Nigel's bag as Dominik poured on the final fluid which totally disintegrated what was left of Nigel’s scrotum and testicle membranes. An absolutely huge, disgusting mess fell out of what was left of Nigel’s scrotum landing on the floor with wet splats and splattering Dominik’s boots. Nigel’s nuts had been large but even Dominik was taken aback at the size of the mess.

Nigel blacked out as Dominik grinned, pouring the remaining vile, which was still mostly full, onto Nigel’s limp thick cock, focused on the base. The skin started to bubble and peel away, and his heavy dick sagged from the loss of support. To be sure, Dominik grabbed the head of Nigel's dick, being sure not to get any of the liquid on himself, and gave Nigel's cock a hard squeeze causing a large tear to form at its weakened base. Dominik grinned as he gave Nigel's cock a final yank, cementing his future as a total bottom.

The crowd was going wild. Although Zach, Nigel and Diego had been taken off stage to be patched up, the giant messes they left behind were left untouched. The camera panned the stage as Dominik gave commentary as he walked from pile to pile describing what he saw. 

“Hey! I think I can almost make out something here...” Dominik started before slamming his boot into the small chunk he was able to make out to thunderous applause.

After he was sure he had thoroughly stomped anything even resembling a reproductive organ into splattered gore, Dominik approached Kabe. The hot, tattooed thirty year old had the last testicle still in one piece.  His right nut had cracked into pieces but his left nut was still whole, though hideously swollen, bruised and purple. But he was still due seventeen blows to take his score down to six and end the game.

Dominik was determined to absolutely ruin what was left of Kabe and began to plunge his mallet into the writhing stud’s junk.

CRUNCH

CRACK

SPLOTCH

Despite his best efforts, Dominik wasn’t able to get Kabe’s last nut to crack, even though his right nut was being pulverized into paste.

CRUNCH

Kabe screamed as Dominik landed the mallet squarely aiming at Kabe’s huge, swollen, defenseless but as yet uncracked nut. He could feel Kabe’s nut deforming and flattening under the mallet but alas it refused to break. Shockingly Kabe’s monster fourteen inch dick had sprung to full attention as if desperately trying to fertilize something - anything - before his last nut was pulverized.

Dominik still had three more blows to deliver to Kabe's about-to-fail left nut and made sure to make them count. He was grunting from effort as Kabe's left nut flattened horribly against the wall.

"OOOOH!" Kabe screamed as his nut nearly cracked.

At the same time his cock spontaneously erupted with pink cum, his donkey cock bouncing wildly from the final impact of the mallet. Dominik could feel Kabe's lefty warping as it got flatter and flatter but alas the tough man nugget hadn't burst. It was swollen, would have permanent scar tissue and probably be less virile but it was the last surviving testicle out of the twenty that had sauntered on stage earlier that evening. 

The audience roared in approval as a closeup of Dominik's last whole nut was shown on the screen. Some out of genuine admiration but others anxious to see just how much more his nut could have taken.

Dominik was genuinely disappointed at the site of the lone nut and seriously contemplated slamming his mallet into Kabe's nuts over and over until it finally broke. It would have been thoroughly against the rules, and his contract, but Dominik was gripping the mallet with both hands contemplating long and hard about what he was going to do next.

The lawyer watched nervously, but didn't intervene, as it became obvious what Dominik was contemplating. Kabe, who had won fair and square, realized what was happening too and started screaming and pulling desperately at this restraints.

"No! Stop! I won! Let me go!"

Dominik aimed up his shot. Kabe was horrified, confused and angry. He'd won, the game should have ended according to the book length contract he'd signed. Instead of winning a giant cheque he was about to have his nut - his last nut - stamped out.

Why wasn't anyone stopping this?

"Let me down! Please don't!"

Kabe started sobbing, totally defeated as Dominik swung the mallet stopping just inches from his bloated nut. He looked up and gave Kabe a cold, malicious expression as he approached him. Dominik leaned in and whispered into Kabe's ear.

"You're lucky I didn't just finish you, woulda' been worth it..." 

Dominik's tone sent a shiver down Kabe's spine. Kabe wasn't sure if Dominik was just hamming up his mean-guy persona or if he had really been seconds away from Dominik going rogue.

Kabe only sobbed in relief and terror as Dominik turned to the audience.

“Well, I guess we have our winner!”

Despite his annoyance, Dominik couldn't help but admire to the endurance of Kabe’s nut. The crowd cheered and clapped as the screen showed a closeup of Kabe’s bruised but still whole left nut hanging extremely low and heavy in the sack.

The crowd was impressed and amazed at the fact that the young lad still had a working nut as he was untied and led off stage to recover. 

“Well folks, Kabe is due an amazing prize for winning the first episode of Nutsack Knockout! Be sure to tune in next week when we put another group of guys to the ultimate test!”

Dominik’s cock raged at the prospect of cracking another twenty nuts wide open as music played and the curtain fell over the stage. Within seconds the horny lawyer, who despite enjoying the show as an audience member was still representing the company's interests, walked up to Dominik.

"Excellent job, but you gotta' play by the rules. No more pulling off dicks..."

Dominik blushed, "It was barely detached..."

"...and no punishing guys more than their points total dictates. It's in their contracts and we don't need a lawsuit."

Dominik chuckled. He had just castrated nine dudes live, all of the evidence witnessed by an audience and recorded in 8K, yet the company was concerned about a lawsuit from a minor rule deviation. Show business is crazy, he thought. Dominik apologized, after all he didn't want to miss out on his fat paycheck or the chance to keep cracking sacks. As the lawyer turned to leave Dominik asked him a question in a hushed tone.

"Hey, could you get Kabe's home address from his file?"

The lawyer seemed briefly puzzled before a broad, mischievous grin spread across his face. He took a step toward Dominik so they could speak at a whisper as the crew swirled around them to prepare for next week's episode.

"Why? You wanna' check up on him sometime?" he grinned.

"Yeah, I mean I hate leaving things half finished,"

They both chuckled and shook hands. Unbeknownst to Kabe, a countdown had started toward the explosive end of his last nut...

Nutsack Knockout - Round 9

 

Catch up on the last installment here! 

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!

Nutsack Knockout - Rounds 7 & 8

 

Catch up on the last installment here!

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!