Techno music and strobe lights pulsed inside of a small empty warehouse. It looked like the setup for a rave, but the platform in the middle was much larger than a DJ booth, a curtain obscured what was on the stage. The standing audience was mostly men and was full of famous Switch streamers and YouTube video game reviewers eager for the night's event. Strikingly absent in the tech savvy crowd were any phones, tablets or other recording devices they would normally use to live stream a major video game event, and everyone was fine with that. Absolute discretion was the price paid to accept an invitation to The Game.
The music gradually shifted to a a rocking house remix of the Green Hill Zone theme music from the original Sonic the Hedgehog and the nostalgia bomb was too much for the gathered video game enthusiasts. They went wild as master Call of Duty player Douglas 'Censor' Martin, better known by his handle CeNSoR, hopped onto the stage. The handsome, ripped body building gamer was wearing nicely fitting jeans and a white A-shirt that sowed off his awesome biceps. He was carrying a video game controller that looked to have many more face buttons than normal and he had on a headset; indeed he looked like he was ready to start a gaming live stream but had something much more fun in mind.
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Douglas 'Censor' Martin
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"Are you ready for The Game!" he shouted into the microphone, filling the arena with his booming voice.
Everyone cheered as Douglas gave a flourish and the curtain was pulled back revealing a long table with various gaming rigs and monitors setup, everything from retro Nintendo Entertainment Systems to state of the art PlayStation 5s. Behind each station and slightly elevated was a separate larger monitor facing the audience so that they could follow along with the action on screen. The table was tricked out with neon lights and chrome accents and looked like it belonged in any other e-sports arena, except for a few alterations. For one, the table was standing height so there were no chairs for the players. Next, there was no front allowing the audience to see the players lower torso and legs. Finally, in front of each gaming station was a pedestal with a stainless steel stamp positioned over a cavity indentation at the top. There was also a clear tube jutting out from the contraption toward the audience. The devices were called, aptly enough, Crushers, and several people in the audience had seen leaked footage of Channing Tatum having a rather disastrous run in with one so they were excited to see what they could do. Keeping with the futurist theme, the various gears and motors that made the Crushers function were bright chrome and the pedestals themselves were tricked out with LED lights.
"So, as you know, we sent out several invitations to The Game and everyone who accepted agreed to the rules," Douglas continued.
The rules of The Game were simple, players would face off competing in video games ranging from retro to cutting edge, with some very real consequences for the losers.
"They aren't just playing for bragging rights, they're playing for all the marbles, their marbles," Douglas smiled.
"Let me show you,"
He walked in front of one of the Nintendo stations.
"So imagine the player here lost a turn in the game..."
Douglas pushed a button and the metal stamp at that station's crusher lowered a third of the way toward the cavity. Another button press and the stamp lowered another third.
"You can just imagine what would happen if some player had his coin purse in here,"
Douglas pushed the button again and the stamper made contact with the cavity. At the same time, a shredder started to rotate in a blur inside the vacuum tube that was jutting toward the audience. Douglas explained that in order to keep players from just running away, they would be held in place by their cock suctioned by the vacuum tubes and if they lost three times, not only would their balls be compressed totally flat, but their dicks would be ground into chunks.
The crowd went wild.
"Oh, and we have a very special shout out. Vince Cortez, who generously shared his blueprints with our production crew."
On que, the neon accent lights on the crushers started flashing, showing off their impressive chrome accents and glossy white finishes. A spotlight shone on a shy, handsome Latino standing near the front row and he was cheered like a rock star.
"The last player standing not only wins a generous cash prize, but also gets to knock my testicle score to zero," Douglas laughed.
He grabbed his bulging crotch and shook it toward the audience and they went wild with applause.
"Okay, let the games begin!"
Two players sauntered onto the stage and took their station at the old-school Nintendos. After each of them had placed their cocks in the tubes, the suction began, forcing them hard and trapping them in place, the metal stampers hovered menacingly over the four nuts.
The first player was Ted, a blonde college kid who was known for his tricks in trying to break speed records in classic video games. Ted was tall, good looking and sported a pair of huge, absolutely giant nuts that fit his thick, veiny cock. Next to him was Greg, an equally good looking retro gamer with modest nuts but a horse cock.
"Go!" Douglas shouted.
The iconic first level of Super Mario Brothers appeared on the player’s screens and the two started playing. They were both demolishing the nearly forty-year old game, taking advantage of exploits the original programmers would have marveled at. Level after level whizzed by and Ted and Greg exchanged trash talk, trying to throw the other off his game, but no one messed up until Greg’s finger slipped sending Super Mario flying into a bottomless pit.
“Oooh!” Greg gasped as the stamper compressed his nuts painfully.
A dull ache filled his ripped stomach as he continued playing, his concentration interrupted as Ted made an unforced error, causing his own nuts to bulge under his stamp. The two were in deep concentration as they played the most consequential game of Super Mario Brothers either had ever played. Suddenly, Greg’s character smashed into a fireball and Mario’s 8-bit character fell off the screen.
“Uh-oh,” Douglas chuckled as he pushed the button.
SPLISH
Greg’s eyes grew into stunned saucers as his bloated sack split open. Ted looked over and laughed evilly. Greg screamed hysterically, not even trying to play, as he desperately tried to dislodge his cock. Meanwhile, Ted was flying through the final level and just before he finished the game he turned to Greg and snarled.
“Sorry, bro, but your balls are in another castle!”
With that, Ted finished the game and threw down his controller like he was spiking a football, his monster cock still trapped in the vacuum tube and pumped his fists into the air, his eyes fixated on his opponents about to be mushed junk. Douglas pretended to be sad as he pushed Greg’s button a final time.
Ted’s cheering was abruptly stopped as he felt his own nuts flatten and flatten and flatten.
“Fuck! Turn it off! I won!”
Ted was hysterical and confused; he had clearly won yet his balls were being flattened non stop.
Douglas pretended not to be alarmed as he pushed another button.
SPLOTCH
The stamp over Greg’s nuts nested into the cavity, pushing out its chunky contents formerly known as Greg’s nuts. Greg was hysterical, desperate to save his cock before...
WHIR-SPLOTCH-WHIRR
His cock burst into big meaty chunks at the same time the shredder in Ted’s tube also activated. The young gamer screamed and the shredder struggled to turn his thick, long cock into mince meat. Ted watched in horror as his nuts were compressed by the stamp.
“Pleeeeeease!”BLOOSH
His sack burst open and Douglas pushed another button. Suddenly both stamps raced to their home positions and started rapidly slamming up and down. Every time the stamps would rise, gunky stalactites would be hanging from them, the impacts were so violent that Greg and Ted’s nuts were splattering all over the pedestal. It was the grossest - and hottest - thing Douglas had ever seen. The grinders in the tubes were continuing to whir, transitioning their cocks from chunks, the ground meat, to fibrous soup to something resembling a hearty protein shake. It was way more destruction that anticipated. Their nuts had been liquified. Testicular gloop was overflowing from the indentations, running down the gleaming pedestals. Two beefy volunteers quickly ushered Greg and Ted off the stage but what was left of their nuggets was being pasted like a mortar and pestle, the shredders just continuing to liquify their dicks. They weren't even small pieces of penis left. Douglas kept pressing buttons.
Vince hopped onto the stage and the crowd roared, he smiled and waved as he made his way quickly over to Douglas who turned off his microphone so the audience couldn't hear their conversation. With the press of a button, the machines stopped. Douglas nodded his head as Vince explained - again - the controls. When Vince was convinced Douglas at least somewhat knew what he was doing, he hopped off the stage and rejoined the crowd. The last thing he needed was for his boss - or his future volunteers - to see one of his 'harmless' contraptions go totally berserk, unleashing overkill even on the volunteer who 'won'. He had also advised the event organizers against installing more powerful motors and grinders, but they had clearly not taken his advice.
Douglas laughed into his mic and made a comical shrug to the audience.
"Oops! I guess they both lost!"
Douglas walked over to the Crusher the blonde had been trapped in and grimaced jokingly at the totally liquified splattered mess that used to be his cock and balls.
"I'd say insert another quarter, but I don't think there is a cheat code for 'bring me back into the gene pool'"
The audience roared as slow motion replays of both of the gruesome castrations was played on the video monitors.
Douglas pretended to swirl his finger in the nut slurry that remained of the player's nuts, feigning remorse as he turned to the audience.
"Rest in peace, all you Call of Duty players who will never be born,"
For obvious reason, the Nintendo stations were out of commission and the next two players took their spot in front of two Sega Mega Drives (called Sega Genesis in America). Even though they had just watched their peers get the ultimate game over, both were raring to show off their skills and knock his competitor down a notch.
Travis was a muscular Black college student who had been streaming for years, smashing records on the old school Sega. His round nuts fit the cavity nicely but this enormous cock barely fit in the vacuum tube. Next to him was Alex, also known as Hero Kid, an energetic twenty-two year old Swede who had made a name for himself for his loud attitude and always-on prankster antics. With a whir, the vacuum tubes were activated, trapping both of them in place. The two would be playing Sonic The Hedgehog 2, a video game where players control a lightning-fast blue hedgehog named Sonic as he collects rings. If Sonic hits an enemy he loses all of his collected rings. In any other setting, this would be a mild inconvenience but now every time Travis or Hero Kid lost their rings, their stamps would lower.
“Go!” Douglas shouted and the audience cheered.
Nostalgia - and nut-busting lust - filled the arena as the two talented players ripped through the game, abusing the program's mechanics to make their character do things the programmers never intended like walk through walls. Keeping with his persona, Hero Kid was hamming it up, barely avoiding collisions in the game on purpose, laughing at the danger. Travis was playing more cautiously but was still pulling out some neat tricks until...
“Nooo!”
Travis had ran Sonic off of a cliff and Douglas crossed his own legs in comic sympathy has he pushed the button. The stamp pressed painfully into Travis’ dark sack. He inhaled deeply as a dull ache filled his guts and continued playing.
“You’ll be feelin’ that in the morning!” Alex joked.
“Fuck!”
Alex, being a ham, had lost a life in the game and Douglas wasted no time pressing the button. Alex’s nuts were flattened by the stamp and his face suddenly took on a look few had ever seen - seriousness - as he became deadly focused on concentrating on the game. The two continued on, ignoring the pain in their squashed nuts and throwing trash talk until Alex’s finger slipped in the level Scrap Brain Zone near the end of the game.
SPLOTCH
The stamp lowered another third, which was too flat for Alex’s left nut and it split open like a huge grape. Alex howled and could barely focus on the game, his hands trembling as the constant pressure on his sack continued to extrude its contents out of the rupture. Despite the horrendous pain, the vacuum pressure on his dick was keeping him rock hard.
The crowd was cheering for their favorite player, many encouraging Alex to keep fighting but it seemed hopeless. Travis had reached the level Final Zone which appropriately enough was the final level of the game whilst Alex had fallen behind, his mind too distracted by his beet red, burst open sack..
Travis made quick work of the final boss and the credits started rolling.
“Hey Alex, looks like I’m about to turn your Chaos Emeralds into diamond dust,” Travis laughed,
“Let ‘em have it, Doug!”
“With pleasure,”
SPLISH
Travis’ eyes crossed and he gave Douglas a confused pained look. Both of his testicles had ruptured in the bag as the stamp lowered another third. Unlike Alex, Travis’ sack hadn't split open but it was just millimeters from doing so. His cock twitched in the tube and some audience members hoped he would flood it with an epic load. Vince rolled his eyes at the bumbling emcee while the rest of the audience laughed at Travis’ unfortunate accident.
Douglas turned toward the audience.
“Ooops! I hope Travis made a backup of his game, AKA, stopped by a sperm bank!”
He pushed the correct buttons this time and the stamp pressing into Alex’s scrotum settled into the indentation. Alex screamed as what was left of his left nut, a rather beefy chunk, was extruded out, followed by his right nut flattening, bursting, and squirting out all over the pedestal like chunky paste. His cock was diced into a dozen pieces and someone came to walk the still screaming and sobbing gamer away. Douglas caught sight of Travis’ spuds as he was led away and even though they had ruptured, unlike Alex they were entirely in the sack and it was possible a skilled surgeon might be able to repair the damage.
Douglas walked over and looked into the indent where Alex’s nuts had been. They hadn’t been violently turned into soup like the first two players, but the gross chunks made it abundantly clear that any hope of Alex’s family line continuing was dashed.
“Hey Alex! It’s dangerous to go alone... don’t forget your nuts!” Douglas called mockingly in the general direction Alex had been taken. The audience erupted into laughter at the goofy retro-game reference.
Like before, the screens played close up instant-replays of the gamers' unmanning, companied with comical visual effects like dozens of Sonic-style golden rings showering out of Alex's split open scrotum.
The next four players would be playing a battle royale in custom-built Call of Duty levels on the latest video game hardware. Call of Duty, a first person shooting game that simulates players in an ultra realistic and ultraviolet world seemed like a fitting addition to the contest. Team Parker consisted of Canadian brothers Isaac and Paul Parker, two college aged hunks who had amassed millions in endorsement deals and ad revue on their Twitch channel. They were two of the most formidable players, a fact that made them incredibly cocky. Their egos were also inflated by the fact they were also bona fide models, with chiseled jaws and rock-hard bodies and big, round nuts. They gladly placed their balls into the divots on the top of the pedestal and their long, slim cocks in the tubes. Isaac actually seemed to be enjoying the suction and his dick was throbbing.
At the next two stations were Juan Westwood and Monty Gonzales, two twenty-five year old Mexicans who had made a name for themselves in the gaming world. Monty’s understanding of level design and strategy against computer players was so advanced that his entire university costs were covered by game studios eager to have him work for him. Juan and Monty had the same technical ability - and the same caliber of lucrative endorsements - as the Parkers, they were just less ostentatious about it.
Juan’s nuts were truly gigantic, so large that the stamp that was supposed to be hovering over them was actually pressing into them slightly from the resting position. Without even trying, the machine was already cracking Juan’s nuts. Douglas noticed this and sincerely felt bad for him since he knew Juan was in real trouble if the metal stamp lowered even once. Juan’s equally massive cock literally did not fit into the tube and was bent back onto itself slightly. His partners' bronze balls and penis were big but still fit within the stage props.
To emphasize the team aspect of this round, whenever a player died in-game not only would his own nuts get crushed but his partner's' as well. The game would continue until one of the teams had a testicle stat of zero.
