Jay, Luke and Yuri had gladly subjected themselves to such contests as who could handle the largest butt plug - that award went to twenty-two year old Jay - and who could blow the biggest load whilst being trampled under their master's boot. That award went to thirty-year-old Yuri. The three masters passed around their boys like party favors and by the end of the weekend all three of their holes and throats had been thoroughly stretched. Luke, the youngest at twenty, was forced to take Frank and Sam up his ass while Greg, Jay and Yuri nearly dislocated his jaw with their combined two feet of cock ramming down his throat at once. The whole time Luke was wearing a ballcrusher that was just a few turns from being absolutely shut. Luke’s moans and shrieks of pleasure made it obvious the piggy twink was loving every minute of it.
When the subs weren’t being demolished by cock, they were having their testicular fortitude put to the test by their sadistic masters, each wanting to show off just how much pain their boy could take. Jay’s sack was still red and swollen after Frank had broken in his new Timberlands on them, kicking well beyond the point Jay was screaming out their safe word.
“Safe words are for the city, ain’t none of that here!” Frank screamed into the wilderness, his booming voice echoing as if to reinforce the point they were all alone. The nearby city was just a ten minute drive down he highway, but the cabin was set so far back from the road they might as well have been on Mars.
It was the last afternoon of the weekend and the six men were gathered in a clearing deep in the woods, their small rustic cabin a few yards away. Frank, Greg and Sam were wearing jeans, T-shirts and boots while their subs were stripped on their socks, standing in line obediently.
Frank was the youngest dom, a svelte twenty-five year old who was barely older than Jay. He was unassuming with his thick glasses and soft-spoken nature but behind closed doors he was easily the most depraved of the bunch. He was the kid who was always breaking his action figures, and the habit continued into adulthood.
Greg was in his forties, a powerfully built bear whose relationship with Luke was loving and affectionate on the surface with few knowing that the large dog cage in their bedroom wasn’t for the couple’s dog, it was for Luke. Luke for his part loved being Greg’s property so gladly agreed to go to the forest meeting, not as if he had a choice.
Sam and Yuri were both thirty and had met online, Yuri being quickly groomed into an obedient sub who rose to slightly more than property. Despite Yuri’s constant fawning, Sam only saw Yuri as a sex object, though at least remembered he was still a human, unlike Frank who frequently referred to Jay as ‘it’ and ‘thing’.
The final contest was as simple as it was cruel. Each sub would be forced to his knees, hands tied behind his back with his stretched, bound sack resting on a block of cement. A plank of wood would be placed on top turning their balls into the fulcrum of a twisted seesaw. The board would be long enough so that one piece would be on the ground and the other pivoted into the air like a teeter-totter, then the sub’s master would walk along the board, forcing the fulcrum - AKA their sub’s balls - to take their entire weight, before walking down the other side. The first sub’s balls that broke lost.
The first up was Yuri. His nuts were modestly large and were still swollen from the weekend’s earlier activities. Frank and Greg held the shaking sub down as Sam placed the board across his balls, the dense seed factories doing a reasonably good job at holding the weight.
“It’s just like the playground!” Sam joked as he placed a foot on the board, then another.
Yuri let out a shriek as Sam stood in the middle of the board - directly squashing Yuri’s nuts, giving Frank and Greg high fives before walking off the second side of the board. Like a see-saw, the closer Sam got to the middle of the board, the more evenly distributed the pressure was on the fulcrum - Yuri’s nut sack. But the walk up and walk down the board put disproportionate weight on one nut or the other as the board pivoted.
Luke was up next. Greg gave Luke a passionate kiss and whispered something in his ear before Luke obediently got on his knees and placed his large nuts on the block before being restrained. Greg walked across the board, the pressure building in Luke’s left nut, then both nuts, then the right nut and Luke gave a hideous shriek. Greg chuckled as he felt his boy’s nuts deforming under his hefty weight.
Jay was last. Even though Jay was halfway to his knees on his own volition, it wasn’t fast enough for Frank.
“Get down!” he screamed as he threw Jay to the ground. The other doms laughed as Jay’s supple young nuts were readied under the simple device. Jay had the largest nuts of the three subs and Frank had long wanted to destroy them. Now he had the chance to publicly neuter Jay with effectively no witnesses. He strolled along the board slowly, stopping in the middle and looking down at Jay who was screaming bloody murder. He could feel Jay’s nuts bulging under the board and knew that if he just stood in that stop and jumped up and down the contest could be over. However, he wanted to at least give his pet a chance, so stepped off the board. Besides, he would not be opposed to seeing either Luke or the adorable Yuri lose their nuts that day.
The order continued with Yuri, Luke and Jay with no time in between rounds. The doms roared in laughter and mock sympathy as they used their sub’s balls like a playground toy over and over. Frank especially loved the different responses he was getting out of Jay; his huge left nut was clearly more sensitive than the right since Jay screamed loudest on the way down as lefty was flattened. Yuri on the other hand seemed to favor his right side and Luke wailed like a banshee regardless of where on the board Greg was. It also didn’t help that Greg was by far the heaviest dom, weighing in at just over two-hundred fifty pounds, which was much too much for Luke’s prime-of-life nuts to take for too much longer.
Screams and shrieks filled the forest and soon Sam was handing out beers to the other doms. They casually drank beer watching the others trampling across their subs’ balls eagerly waiting for their turn.
“Let’s take a look at the damage!” Frank suggested several beers in.
Yuri, Jay and Luke were forced to stand in a line for inspection. All three sacks looked horrible. They were swollen, bruised, black-ish blue and bleeding where the board was leaving splinters. Some of the bruises on Luke’s sack had ruptured open.
“Looks like they’re ready to blow!” Frank chuckled as he grabbed Jay’s sad sack
Jay let out a scream as Frank dug his thumb into his crumbling, swollen nut.
Luke howled as Greg sent his boot flying upward into his boy’s sack, lifting him off his feet. The other doms laughed as they opened another beer and demanded Yuri to his knees. Breaktime was over.
Back and forth the doms went, the subs’ doomed testicles bloating and putting up less and less resistance. Greg nearly shot his load when he felt a distinct pop that choked the scream right out Luke’s throat. A quick - and rough - examination showed Luke’s boys hadn’t popped. Yuri had a similar scare when his left nut suddenly became impossibly flat. Frank sighed as the apparently ruined organ puffed back into its lumpy, still whole shape.
“Let’s mix it up!” Sam suggested.
On the next rounds the doms took turns on each other’s subs, remarking how the squishy nuts felt different than the pair they had been ruining up to then.
“Please! Cupcake! Cupcake!” Jay pleaded, desperate for his safe word to have any meaning. It didn’t.
Frank and Sam struggled to keep the babbling sub on his knees as Greg’s heavy frame lumbered purposefully slow across the board. The tipsy dom was determined to take Jay out of the contest and Frank was more than glad to see it happen.
Jay was delirious, screaming for mercy. Horrifying fiery pain was warping his abs into a corrugated line of muscle, his stomach was roiling and his nuts were quivering on the brink.
"I give up! Frank, please Cupcake!"
Frank only looked down at Jay coldly, his steely eyes looking small and menacing behind his glasses. Jay was screaming, begging Frank to stop but that only made Jay's cock twitch and he and Sam's determination to keep the wildly flailing sub held down.
“CUPCAKE!” Jay screamed his safe word in wild desperation as he felt Greg's massive weight crushing into his swollen nut.
SPLOTCH
Jay convulsed as his right cracked under the weight. Greg wouldn't have even noticed the relatively slight change in his footing had it not been for Jay's reaction. It was obvious the boy had suffered real damage. The three doms whooped in delight as Greg hopped of the board.
He lifted it and everyone could see Jay's young sack was nearly totally flat on one side, and his last nut was hugely swollen and black. It wasn't enough for Frank who added insult to injury by spitting on Jay's pain contorted face.
"Hold him down!" Frank barked to Greg and Frank who gladly complied. Jay was absolutely horrified, the game was supposed to end when one of his nuts cracked but they weren't letting him up.
"Please... please don't..."
Jay struggled as Frank set the board back on his nuts and stood on it, walking until his weight was centered on Jay's balls. Frank looked straight down at Jay's pleading eyes, ignoring his tortured, desperate pleas for mercy.
"Too bad you wanted kids, motherfucker!" Frank roared with a callous disregard Sam found chilling.
"Wait! Did he really want..." Sam couldn't finish the question before Jay let out a full-throated roar of terror that momentarily drowned out all other voices.
Frank jumped into he air as high as he could and landed full force on the board.
CROOOTCH
Jay's last nut finally cracked. Frank felt the board lower slightly on impact and knew he'd finished the deed. But it still wasn't enough. Jay was barely moving, crying as Frank stepped off the board, backed up and took a running start leap at the board.
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
Jay convulsed and slumped over, totally blacked out, as his bag exploded. Frank felt the board nearly touch the cement block, lowering slowly as more and more of Jay's crushed testicles were extruded from his blown open bag. The mess oozing from under the board was making Frank, Greg and Sam rock hard, despite Sam's early reservations.
Luke and Yuri, though they felt bad for Jay, were glad it wasn't one of them.
The three doms pulled out their cocks and stroked, not needed long before showering Jay's beautiful body and face with cum. All three of them had a boot on the board, grinding it down, totally pulverizing Jay's testicles. The violently castrated twenty-something was drenched.
"Get over here!" Greg roared as he lunged forward.
Before Luke knew what was happening Greg had grabbed him by the shoulders and was dragging him toward the cement brick and board. Frank smiled as he grabbed Jay by the hair and drug his body out of the way. Luke frantically protested as he was pushed to his knees and his swollen nuts were placed on the gore covered cement block. Luke thought he was going to throw up as the warm stringy insides of Jay's scrotum covered his nuts before the board was placed.
Yuri looked on in horror as Greg jumped onto the board. Frantically hopping up and down as Frank and an increasingly uncomfortable looking Sam held Luke down.
"Yeah, he's had enough," Sam laughed but his stomach was turning at the sound of Luke's horrified wailing. Luke had won, according to the rules of the arrangement, and Greg ruining him now was a total violation of their - admittedly perverted - relationship.
Luke's fat, swollen nuts bulged in a desperate effort not to burst, which was only making Greg more determined.
"Greg, that's enough man!"
Sam reached out and grabbed Greg's shoulder before he could jump again and the angry bear actually growled as he grabbed Sam's hand and squeezed. Hard.
Sam let out a whimper as Greg stepped off the board to face him. When they were face to face, Greg lifted his knee and slammed it into bulge in Sam's jeans. Sam's eye's crossed as he slumped to the ground.
"Mind your own business, you snot nose wanna' be!" Greg yelled.
"Sam!" Yuri shouted and ran toward him.
Frank was barely able to hold down Luke, who was struggling to stand. Yuri was running toward the much larger Greg and Sam was down for the count. That's when things really got out of control.
"Not so fast you worthless cum dump!"
Sam gave Luke a roundhouse kick to head that stunned him and he fell back to his knees. Yuri jumped between Greg and Sam, realizing the enormity of his mistake too late. There was a loud crack as Greg slammed his huge hands together with Yuri's head in between. Yuri thought he was going to black out as he fell to the forest floor.
"Yuri!'
Sam was mortified. The sound of Greg's bear paws crushing Yuri's petite skull was genuinely disgusting and he thought his pet had suffered serious injury. Sam raced to Yuri, cradling him in his arms as he shook him. The young sub was breathing weirdly and was totally unresponsive.
"Yuri? Yuri, babe. Wake up!"
Anyone confused by Sam suddenly caring about someone he willingly risked to be castrated in a game just didn't know the twisted dynamics of their relationship well enough. It was a strange dynamic that unfortunately meant that Sam was hunched over, his knees spread, checking on Yuri so didn't notice Greg lurking behind him.
CRUNCH
Sam's eyes bugged out as Greg sent his boot slamming between his legs.
"No! Don't!" Luke screamed and was just about to spring to his feet, barely recovered from his daze, when Frank jumped on his balls, crushing them between his boot and the block.
Frank was stomping Luke's nuts, grinding them with each impact, holding Luke's shoulders for leverage. Luke frantically tried to escape, but Frank's boot was firmly on his sack, trapping him in place. Luke felt something pop in his bag and he let out of howl of terror.
Greg grabbed Sam's booted ankles and lifted his legs into the air.
"Greg what are you... Ooooh!"
There was a crunch as Greg's heavy boot crushed his nuts, smashing them into his pelvis.
"You fucking sissy piece of shit!" Greg yelled as he continued to pulp Sam's nuts. Sam tried to cover himself but that just resulted in broken fingers.
POP CRUNCH
Luke's mouth opened in a silent 'O' as he looked up at Frank in shock before passing out. His testicles had both explosively burst under Frank's boot, filling the Timberland threads with hamburger.
"Greg! Stop!"
Sam was hysterical as every ounce of Greg's incredible weight went into snuffing out his boys. Frank strolled over, leaving a trail of ruined nut in his footprints, and stood over Sam. Sam looked up at him pleadingly, diverting his eyes to the still blacked out Yuri and giving a concerned look, before quickly diverting his eyes back to Frank.
For a moment, nothing happened. Greg was holding up Sam's legs, his bulging jeans making a perfect target and Frank was standing over him. Suddenly the depraved fucker had a devilish flash. He had caught the way Sam had eyed Yuri, almost like he actually cared for his toy. How quaint, Frank thought, and how pathetic.
Sam scoffed as he looked down at Sam, tempted to just stomp his skull flat with his Timberlands. Whatever modicum of respect Frank had for Sam had totally evaporated.
"You were right, Greg. We should've left princess in the city,"
Sam watched as Frank bent down and picked up Yuri, throwing his limp body over his shoulder with ease, even Greg was surprised at how effortless the relatively small guy had handled the task.
"What... what are you... leave him alone!"
Sam screeched, wriggling under Greg who was keeping his foot pressed into Sam's balls. Sam gasped and stopped struggling after Greg reminded him who was in charge with a painful grinding of his boot.
"Leave him alone? Who? Greg? There aren't any other real men here! Just things." Frank's tone was disturbingly blasé.
Greg and Sam watched as Frank placed Yuri on the his back on ground near the cement block and kicked his legs wide open. Yuri's bruised and swollen bag lay on the forest floor and Frank rolled them under his boot playfully like a cat toying with his food. Sam stay perfectly still, resisting the urge to cry out lest Frank take it out on his defenseless sub.
Yuri gave a moan as Frank pressed his boot harder into his sack, feeling the soft ground yielding slightly underneath. STOMP. Yuri didn't stir. STOMP. Yuri still didn't react.
"I think..."
STOMP
"..we broke it!"
STOMP
Frank gave Yuri's nuts two more powerful stomps, embedding them slightly into the ground. Sam's lower lip was trembling with rage but Greg kept a firm boot on his crotch keeping him in line. Nearby, Jay and Luke were starting to moan, rolling around clutching their destroyed crotches. They had seen a testicle popped in the bag but never in a million years imagined they would see their own balls not only popped, but blown wide open. It was shocking, devastating and horrendous and way beyond anything either man had ever wanted even in their wildest, darkest fantasies.
Jay seemed to be in particularly rough shape. The achingly handsome young man looked toward Frank in absolutely desperation, outstretching one of his gore covered hands weakly before losing the strength to even do that.
"Help me..."
Sam had seen enough.
"For fuck's sake, Frank! Help them! Help them please!"
Frank just looked over at Sam with a smile boiling with malice. Jay tried to crawl forward before collapsing, under his breath he was muttering 'cupcake'. Luke stopped struggling shortly after.
Sam couldn't believe what was happening. Luke and Jay looked dead! The already depraved weekend was taking a sick, dark turn. In a panic, Sam lurched to his feet, knocking Greg backward and sprinted toward Jay and the others desperate to save them. He made it less than a yard before being tackled by Greg who promptly pulled him to his feet and stood behind him, painfully holding Sam's arms behind his back.
Frank made quick work out of Yuri's large balls. Unfortunately for the traumatized Sam, he was forced to watch Yuri's battered sack finally succumb to Frank's stomping. His bag was totally flattened and had ruptured open.
Frank laughed as he ground his foot a final time into what was left of Yuri's sack. As he lifted his boot, a thick, disgusting tendril hung from the bottom of it.
"I never liked you, Sam,"
Sam thought he was going to be sick from terror as he Frank approached him, his complete lack of expression ironically made him all the more frightening.
"P-p-please..."
Sam was sobbing, struggling against Greg's bear hug as Frank reached out and cradled Sam's junk through his jeans. The terrified former dom pissed on himself in terror and Frank and Greg roared with laughter. Frank ran his hands around Sam's shorts, squeezing his bubble ass. Frank and Greg had joked about the weekend going sideways but now that it had actually happened both of them were ready to claim their prize.
Frank's dick throbbed as he imagined using Sam however he wanted, splitting him in half with his dick or breaking his jaw on his cock. The possibilities were endless.
Frank leaned in and inhaled the fear practically steaming off Sam's neck.
"You're so fucking hot when you're scared," Frank whispered as he nibbled on his ear.
"Greg, take him in the house. I gotta' clean up this mess. We have broken toys all over the place!"
Frank gestured toward the three blacked out men and Sam's blood ran cold. Frank retrieved a shovel that was leaning against the cabin and walked toward the three subs.
"Frank! No! Please don't kill..." just the prospect was so repulsive Sam threw up before he could finish the thought.
Frank was just going to throw them in the back of his truck, race to the hospital and throw them out the car. But leaving Sam to imagine the worst, especially when he was in an equally compromised position, made his dick leak. In fact, Sam actually helped the brutalized subs because now Frank was motivated to make the trip faster so that he could come back and ravage the fuck out of Sam.
Sam sobbed as Greg forced him into the cabin.
After making his deposit at the hospital's front door and speeding away - leaving the stunned staff to tend to Yuri, Jay and Luke, Frank returned to the cabin, his cock was throbbing and he was out of his jeans before he even made it through the door.
Sam was tied naked to a chair, his legs spread and his own massive endowment on the seat between his legs. Frank and Greg licked, kissed and nibbled every inch of Sam's tight, toned body and they were both eager to fuck him up.
"Oh I can't wait to fuck your pretty brains out,"
Greg stood in front of Sam, pumping his dick like his life depended on it. Frank stood next to him, stroking frantically and it looked like Sam's pecs were about to be drenched.
"I think we should double tap him," Frank moaned.
"Not until I've cracked one of those big nuts wide open,"
"Yeah, well you'll have to wait until I dislocate its jaw on my cock. I want it to choke,"
Sam was sweating, dizzy with panic, pleading for his two former partners-in-crime to show mercy. But his begs and screams just got them harder and their thoughts even more debased.
"I wanna' rip his dick off and fuck him with it,"
"Triple penetration, hot!"
Sam was hysterical.
"Mmm, we're gonna' tear you in half, boy," Greg moaned.
"Let's tear him in half literally! I still have the winch on my truck!" Frank nearly squealed.
"Fuck yes!"
Frank was mad with lust as he and Greg continued to pump themselves up with their twisted ideas about what to do with their new toy. Sam pleaded and begged as the two pounced on him....
The still forest night was occasionally broken by a horrified scream that could be heard even through the thick glass windows of the small cabin. But no one was going to save Sam from being the canvas on which Frank and Greg unleased every obese thing they had ever wanted to do the cocky prick.
The debased, sadistic shit Greg and Frank unleashed on Sam that night made what happened to Yuri, Luke and Jay seem tame.
Along with a torn open ass, a throat raw from being double pounded and abs that had been punched to jelly, Sam's entire, enormous package ended up splattered literally all over the cabin. Chunks were left behind in the chair, ribbons of testicle matter were dripping down a wall. Greg kept his promise and ripped Sam's horse cock off his body while he was still writhing and pleading, throwing it to the floor after trying to ram it up Sam's ass. He stomped the fat cock until it was a gunky pile. Sam's cock was big and fat but Greg was stunned at the sheer size of the pile, it looked like a pound of hamburger had exploded.
Most of the dick sludge ended up in the treads of his boots so was carried all over the floor
A blood splatter on a window was actually the swan song for his right nut. His massive left nut was just a gory disaster, its internal plumbing was mostly a heaping pile, but most of the outer shell was all over the room having been torn to shreds by Frank and Greg. There was so much spilled nut-gunk and barely-recognizable cock-matter that even Frank was taken aback at just how thoroughly they had demolished Sam's package. By that point Sam had mercifully blacked out.
"Oops! I didn't realize it would make such a mess,"
Frank and Greg chuckled as they prepared to make another deposit to the hospital. As Greg started the truck, Frank caught a glimpse of the winch in the rearview mirror, Sam's body partly covering it. Frank put a hand on Greg's thigh and squeezed, signaling him to not drive just yet.
"Sam's kind of a waste of space, isn't he? Wanna' play a game of jock's body vs. the 6000lbs winch?""
Greg looked genuinely shocked for a moment before turning to Frank with a wide, depraved grin. "I thought you'd never ask!"
Greg backed the truck next to a large tree and the two quickly tied the winch's rope around Sam's ankles, then tied Sam's arm's over his head around the tree. They pulled the truck slightly forward until Sam's body was stretched above the ground, kind of like he was suspended in an invisible hammock. Frank's hands were shaking with excitement as he prepared to activate the winch, that would start pulling Sam's legs in one direction while his torso was trapped in the other.
Luckily, Sam was too blacked out to even hear the motor starting...
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