Rupture Fest 2020: High Striker (Poll Results)

 

Hey guys! The results of the last Whistle illustration poll "Where should the next story take place?" are in and the Country Club (location of the Rupture Fest series) won out. Here is the story featuring artwork by Whistle. Enjoy :) 

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Location: City Country Club, 2 weeks before Rupture Fest 2020

Although it usually took only minutes for the elaborate set pieces and custom machines to destroy a pair of testicles in Rupture Fest 2020, in reality it took months of design and testing to actually create them. Some concepts turned out to be too difficult to build in time. Others were too unsafe, safety being a relative term, especially since Rupture Fest had adopted a strict volunteer-only system for who could participate. And others were cut because they didn’t offer the spectacle the organizers expected.

It was two weeks before Rupture Fest 2020 and technicians had finished building a prototype for the High Striker in one of the Country Club’s pole barns, one of the only buildings tall enough to house the contraption. Since it was a prototype, it was made of plain materials and its mechanical parts were clearly visible. If it was chosen to be used, the production team would quickly build modern, shiny versions fit for the show. The High Striker was the brainchild of Ismo, a talented technician of Fantasy Castration Services, the organization who hosted Rupture Fest, who had also designed a brutal mechanism to tear apart scrotums with magnets and shred cocks and pulp balls while hot couples fucked.

Today was the day that Ismo was going to give a final demonstration to the inspector. The High Striker was a fifteen-foot tall wooden tower with a seat bolted at the top, positioned so that the guy would be facing the audience with his legs straddling the tower. There was a strategically drilled hole drilled at crotch level he would put his nuts through to protrude out of the top of the tower. The machine was a giant version of a carnival ‘ring the bell’ game. At the base was a red target where the audience players would strike the hammer that would send a large metal object rocketing upward.

Ismo excitedly explained to the inspector how it worked. At the ground was the bottom hemisphere of a large metal ball. At the top of the tower, just above the crotch hole, was the other half. He pulled out his tablet and gave a command to the machine and the bottom half rocketed upward slamming into the top. For a brief moment they two halves looked like a single heavy metal ball, before the bottom half fell back down. 

“As you can see, whatever... material... is between the two halves will be crushed when the ball is put back together.   

Ismo picked up the mallet that would be used and the inspector looked at it. It was quite large, but surprisingly light; it was clearly more for spectacle than actual strength. Ismo explained that a sensor in the target registered the force of the hit and the bottom half of the sphere would be guided by a motorized track, rather than the physical strength of the hammer strike. That was how Ismo was able to control it remotely. The inspector was pleased that the sensitivity of the target could be adjusted so that everyone from frail businessmen to ripped jocks would have a fair shot.

“Can we try it with an actual set of... material?” the inspector, a bookish brunette asked, his slacks tightening at the idea.

“Of course!” 

Within minutes Spencer, one of the volunteers to be a stagehand, was in position. It had been quite a production for him to climb into the seat with a ladder and Ismo assured the inspector that in the final version the chair would have a mechanical lift.

“Safety first, we don’t want anyone falling and getting hurt,” the inspector said not sarcastically as Spencer strapped himself in.

Spencer was twenty-four, muscular and fit. His dyed red hair was cut in a neat crop top and his green eyes looked down at Ismo and the inspector as his chiseled jaw was agape with excitement. His heart was pounding in his chest, bracing for impact. He had shoved his large, shaved nuts through the hole and they were trapped in place by a rubber gasket. They were positioned just under the top half of the metal ball. Although the inspector knew nothing about Spencer, something about seeing the cocky jock so vulnerable filled him with glee; Spencer looked like exactly the type of prick who used to pick on the nerdy inspector relentlessly in highschool but now the tables were turned. 

“So there would just be one volunteer and the material would be swapped out?” the inspector asked.

Ismo explained that if the final version of the High Striker was built there would be four on a rotating platform so that four volunteers could be strapped in all at once with only one facing the audience at any given time. The rules of such a game would be up to the emcee. The inspector seemed dubious that such a large moving object could be built and tested in time, but Ismo reminded him that another team was working on a space-age microwave energy weapon in less time. 

The inspector looked up at Spencer, who was waiting patiently for whatever test of the machine was about to happen. The frail inspector, still holding the large hammer took his position.

“Please set the sensitivity to it’s lowest setting,” the inspector asked and Ismo obliged with a few taps on his tablet.

The Inspector lined up his aim and sent the hammer down on the target as hard as he could. The heavy metal hemisphere barely made it halfway up the tower, safely away from Spencer’s nuts. Ismo adjusted the machine and the inspector sent the hammer down again. Even with the machine’s help, the ball barely made it up the track. Spencer chuckled as he looked down at the inspector and Ismo.

“Come on, weakling, I know you can do better than that,” he laughed. 

Spencer had tested out the machine several times and his fat nuts had been brutally squished every time, leaving him with a delightful ache in his guts. He sneered at the inspector; even with the assistance of the motorized track, the nerdy inspector couldn’t even get close to hitting the target. Spencer smiled knowing that he was going to survive the test with his heavy sperm filled nuts intact.

The inspector tried again and again but the ball was nowhere near hitting Spencer.

Spencer looked out over the pole barn. He saw several other muscular stage hands who were setting up other ball crushing machines busily working. He suggested that one of them try out the machine instead.

Spencer shouted down “Hey, you might have a better example of this sweet machine if you let a real man take the hammer,”

The inspector correctly deduced that Spencer was as arrogant as he was buff which filled the inspector with rage. The relatively weak inspector tried over and over and was met with more and more taunting by Spencer. Spencer assumed Ismo was just showing the nerdy inspector the overall workings of the machine and not actually trying to crush his nuts. He wondered why they even bothered having him strap in at all.

The inspector adjusted his glasses and snatched the tablet from Ismo. The interface was straight forward and he adjusted the sensitivity of the target to maximum before handing it back. Ismo was slightly alarmed, he hadn’t tested the machine at that setting yet; it was designed to make the target so sensitive that a fly landing on it would send the ball rocketing upward, let alone a hammer blow.

“We haven’t tested that setting yet...” he explained.

The inspector looked up at the bully sitting in the chair above him and grinned as he sent the hammer crashing down. Spencer’s grin was replaced with a look of shock and pain as the bottom of the metal weight rocketed up, sandwiching his balls between the top bell. 

“Fuck!” Spencer screamed.

“Inspector...”

 Ismo tried to stop the inspector but he sent the hammer crashing down again. Spencer’s fat nuggets were violently compressed and his body tensed up. These blows were much harder than the tests.

“Okay, I think we know that it works, nerd,” Spencer said through gritted teeth.

CRUNCH

CRUNCH

Spencer thought he felt his nuts crack as they were crushed two more times. The inspector was swinging wildly and Spencer’s nuts were slammed between the two metal pieces that were getting closer and closer to each other with each blow. Spencer’s balls were sandwiched a quarter of their girth and he let out a horrified scream.

“As you can see, the machine works quite well. Perhaps we should adjust the sensitivity down before...” Ismo wasn’t able to finish his thought before the inspector hammered again.

CROOOOTCH

Spencer’s eyes crossed and he screamed like a banshee, attracting looks from all around the barn, as this testicles were flattened past their redline. Both of his nuts cracked in the bag, breaking into a dozen chunks and the two halves of the metal ball were only a quarter inch apart. The inspector seemed pleased by Spencer’s howling as he hammered again.

Spencer through his head back and screamed wildly, his arms flailing as he desperately tried to undo the buckles holding him in place.

SCROOORLTCH

The two halves of the metal ball were barely a separated on the next blow, pulping Spencer’s ruined nuts in his sack. The inspector seemed annoyed that the two halves of the weight weren’t touching yet so hammered over and over and over. Spencer was in a world of hurt as his bag was crushed flatter and flatter, pulping the contents and utterly pulverizing any chunks that had survived.  The inspector looked up at the screaming hunk and glared, pulling the hammer back as far as he could before striking a final time.

BLOOOOSH

The sensor at the bottom of the machine shattered under the inspector’s overkill blow but not before transmitting one final command to the motors. The bottom of the metal ball screamed up the tower, not stopping until it was fully touching the top half. Spencer’s sack ruptured open and every ounce of his former testicles squirted out, showering Ismo and the inspector with a rain of unborn kids, nut tendrils and gore.

Spencer was hysterical as the two halves of the weight ball stayed attached. The mechanism controlling the bottom half had broken, keeping it at the top of the track, totally ruining even the smallest micro chunk of testicle that had survived.

The inspector looked up at the writhing, screaming desexed jock as he threw down the hammer. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and casually wiped Spencer’s balls from his face.

“We will definitely need safety goggles with this one,” the inspector remarked.

“Agreed. Safety first,” Ismo smiled.

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Ultimately, the High Striker wasn’t built for Rupture Fest 2020 due to not having enough technicians to build and test the final version in time. The inspector found the news disheartening, as he had thoroughly enjoyed the visceral experience of being literally showered in testicle rain. Maybe next year, he thought. 

Rupture Fest 2020 - Loose Ends

Since Rupture Fest had concluded nearly a month ago the dozens of men who had lost their meat, potatoes or both had slowly settled into their new normal. Guys who had lost it all found their newly smooth crotches to be oddly arousing and were slowly settling into their roles as human sex toys, their holes being mercilessly plowed by tops who would never have to worry about returning the favor. 

Thanks to testosterone treatments generously furnished for life by the Rupture Fest organizers, newly minted eunuchs found they could still get hard and even blow a sperm-free load, sometimes even bigger than before since they had the twisted memories of their castrations to loop in their minds for bate fuel. Thirty-year old Jack was among this group. 

Ever since his testicles had imploded under the weight of Chris Evans' heavy cock, the handsome svelte stud had blown countless loads replaying the moment twin loud double pops had ricocheted through his body and rang his eardrums. It was a magical sound he knew he'd never hear again. Despite the pleasant memories, Jack felt like he had missed out by not having his entire package annihilated and he would often grip his meaty nine inch cock and imagine 'what if'.

It was a blustery winter's day and Jack was sitting on the couch next to Jesse his forty-six year old gym rat boyfriend. Jesse was five foot nine with thick arms and legs and a gym-toned muscled ass that Jack still enjoyed plowing even without the satisfying smack of his balls against Jesse's cheeks. Since Rupture Fest though, Jack had become more of the bottom to Jesse's thick five inch cock.

Neither one of them was paying attention to the period drama playing on the screen. Jack was lost in thought, mindlessly playing with his cock through his sweatpants and Jesse was looking on with concern. Finally, Jesse ran a hand through his short, thick jet black hair before taking Jack gently by the chin and turning his head to face him. 

Jack was lost in his boyfriend's icy blue eyes, just the site of them was intoxicating. He ran the back of his hand across Jesse's well manicured stubble and chuckled.

"I used to love the feel of this on my sack," 

Jesse gave him a smile as he recalled the countless times Jack's dearly departed sperm pods had slammed against his stubbly chin.

"What's wrong, honey?" Jesse asked, reaching into Jack's shorts and rubbing his rough hands over the smooth skin where his scrotum used to be.

Jack inhaled deeply.

"Well, at Rupture Fest I saw so many cocks get destroyed. The sounds were amazing, like crushing gristle, and the looks on their faces... they were in heaven." 

Jack started to stroke his cock in his pants as Jesse's own cock started to twitch. He had been in the audience when Jack's balls had been shattered and out of all of the carnage, that was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He shifted in his seat.

"Hmm, so are you thinking there might be some loose ends?" 

Jesse reached into Jack's pants and softly lifted Jack's hand away so that he could grab the base of his boyfriend's cock unimpeded. Jesse loved Jack more than anything in the world, and certainly more than one single organ - even if it was pornographically huge and girthy - but Jack's cock still made Jesse's heart swoon every time he had it in his hand, mouth or ass. The two looked at each other longingly as Jesse stroked Jack's cock to its full mast, at one point he had to reach in his second hand to help out. Jack moaned and Jesse was leaking at the pleasure he was giving his lover as his strong hands pumped up and down.

"What do you say we finish what they started, eh stud?" 

Jack licked his lips and nodded yes as Jesse continued to expertly stroke his shaft. Jack pulled off his pants without interrupting Jesse's stroking and as soon as his cock was free, Jesse's face disappeared into Jack's crotch. Jack gasped and moaned as Jesse took ever inch of his over sized dong like a pro, reaching into his own sweat pants to stroke his throbbing cock.

Jack felt his load boiling in his prostate and patted Jesse on the head, desperate for him to stop before he was pushed over the edge. Jack wasn't entire sure what Jesse had in mind but he knew he didn't want to waste his load on a quicky. Jesse got on his knees and gently guided Jack's hands to the back of his head. Jack instinctively grabbed Jesse's thick black hair like a bridle and plunged all nine inches down Jesse's waiting throat.

"Jesse... Jesse... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

There was audible gulping as Jesse eagerly swallowed his adorable boyfriend's load as Jack's body convulsed in pleasure. It had been a quick row, but the intimacy was so intense that the geyser of sperm-less ejaculate was among the largest Jack had ever blown and Jesse didn't waste a drop. 

"What do you say we finish what they started for real?"

Jesse grabbed the base of Jack's spit and cum soaked cock and gave it a hard squeezing, stopping it from deflating further. Jack winced more from surprise than pain as he looked down at his muscular boyfriend between his legs. 

"Are you being serious?" Jack asked.

Jesse nodded.

Since Jesse had been in the audience for the Rupture Fest finale he too had seen countless cocks get destroyed and the cock destruction was a close second to seeing Jack's balls implode. Jesse gave Jack's fuck stick a viscous squeeze and Jack's eyes turned into saucers. His shaft started to turn pink and harden as blood was trapped by Jesse's awesome grip.

"Yeah, I'm serious, love. Only if you want me to,"

Jack's eyes were watering through the pain of Jesse's relentless squeezing but he looked down and nodded an emphatic 'yes'. Their eyes locked as they both realized the gravity of what was being agreed to. Jack's cock was about to become a memory, the nine inch ass drill and throat stretcher was about to be history. In the bedroom, Jack's tight little body would be nothing more than a sex doll which Jesse would ravage night after night with his beer can cock, stretching his boyfriend's hole but knowing Jack would never again be able to stroke off and paint his excitement all over his furry chest. it was a big commitment. A huge commitment. Even though most people wouldn't understand, Jesse knew that taking Jack's cock would be the ultimate symbol of love; granting Jack his perverted wish whilst depriving himself forever of Jack's monster loads, throat stretching blow jobs or after workout hand jobs.

"I'm gonna' miss this," Jesse sighed looking at awe at his boyfriends fully hard cock which was nearly twice as long as his own. 

Even though it had just been drained, Jack's cock had returned to its full size, pulsing and hot in Jesse's hands. Jesse released his grip and grabbed Jack's hand, guiding it to his shaft.

"Keep it hard for me, babe. I'll be right back."

Jack slowly, dutifully stroked his cock being careful to keep it excited without inadvertently blowing another load, which was hard to do considering what was happening. Jack sat on the couch, naked and stroking his cock as he heard Jesse rustling around the house. He returned a moment later with a long rectangular box. There was an innocuous logo printed on it which would have seemed like generic corporate dress on a cursory glance but Jack instantly recognized it. It was the discrete symbol of Rupture Fest that had been on his invitation and displayed throughout the event. 

"What's that?" Jack asked, his cock growing even harder with excitement.

Jesse opened the box to reveal a thick plastic penis pump with a small remote control looking box attached with a wire to control suction. As Jesse positioned the clear tube over his favorite penis, he explained that the Rupture Fest organizers, assuming that one day Jack may want to finish the job entirely, had gifted Jesse a custom specially built penis pump. It was designed to be tight at the base for maximum suction - especially without Jack's fat sack in the way - and the pumper was motorized to deliver maximum - unbearable pressure. There was no kill switch, no safety valve. Once the program started it would run until the very end.

There was a wet plot at the pump connected to Jack's crotch, sealed in place by a copious amount of viscous specially made gel. It was quite tight and the tube was only a couple inches longer and only slightly thicker than Jack's cock. This was clearly custom made, Jack thought and the prospect of powering it on made his cock twitch.

"This is it, pumpkin. Once I push this button..." 

Jesse held the remote as his gaze shifted from his lover's eyes to his lover's cock. Jack's pole was trapped in the thick plastic tube, pulsing in excitement and looking like it was going to pop off again. Jesse was really going to miss Jack's massive cock and he was half tempted to rip the penis pump off and swallow Jack's cock to the base, but the look of longing excitement Jack was giving him let Jesse know this was it. Jack's penis' life flashed before Jesse's eyes as he pressed the button.

At first the suction was strong yet gradual, Jack's cock turned more red as it swelled inside the tube, the tight base acting as a kind of cock ring. At the machine hummed, Jack's cock became thicker and longer until it was pressing against the sides of the tube. Every vein in jack's cock was pulsing as his dick was pulled harder and harder until his mushroom head was colliding with the top of the tube. Jack's cock was an astounding eleven inches and still trying to grow against the unyielding walls of the tube. By now the tube was so thoroughly attached to Jack's ball-less crotch that Jesse didn't need to hold it. He released the tube and watched in awe has the meat-filled thing was held upright by Jack's rock hard penis. 

Jack let out a loud , deep moan as his cock was suctioned harder and harder but with no more space to expand into. The veins running along the length of this cock were pencil thick, flattening against the side of the tube and his head was starting to deform as it continued to swell into less and less space. Jesse stood up so that he could watch the scene play out in its entirety. He stroked his cock as he watched his boyfriend's taught abdomen flex and his body convulse while his beet red cock shuddered and jolted inside the tube. Jack let out a howl of terrified pain as something in his cock snapped. Some tube had finally reached its breaking point and had ruptured deep inside, though Jack's cock still looked healthy - if not ridiculously swollen - from the outside.

Jesse's stroking increased as his boyfriend obediently sat on his hands, thrashing as he resisted the urge to pull the tube off. The control box huffed as the device switched into a higher gear. Jack's cock swelled, pressing against the tube and turning purplish red, the heavy veins turning almost black and bulging like they were going to explode. More and more chambers and tubes are e imploding, causing hideous welts to appear along Jack's shaft. Even over the hum of the pump motor, the sick sound of penis devastation filled the room, echoed ironically by the very pump that was doing the destruction. Wet pops and subtle crunches made it less and less likely Jesse was ever going to be fucked by Jack again and Jesse's heart panged despite the fact his cock was hard as stone.

Jack was wailing and trying desperately to not fight back but finally instinct won out and his hands raced forward, grabbing at the tube and pulling desperately against the increasingly tight vacuum. 

Jesse stopped stroking and squatted down so that he could place his hands gently over Jack's.

"Babe, do you want me to pull this off?" Jesse asked. 

Part of him wanted to see Jack's cock explode into a gory spray. At the same time he couldn't bear to see his lover writhing in agony as his cock was ballooned to its absolute limits. The conflicting emotions were so overwhelming and hot that Jesse thought he was going to blow his first hands  free nut.

Jack looked into Jesse's blue eyes and shook his head 'no' fervently. He removed his hands from the tube and held them out. Jesse quickly took the hint and grabbed them, pressing them back and away from the tube as he sat on Jack's quivering legs. Jesse was using his weight and strong arms to literally pin Jack into position and they both looked down at Jack's crotch as his cock became terminal.

Jack threw his head back and babbled incoherently as his cock was torn apart. The welts from early had exploded open and trickles of blood were appearing in the chamber. Jesse held Jack's hands firmly against the couch as the gross tearing and ripping sounds grew more dire in the tube.  Jesse knew that if he ever wanted to suck Jack's cock again or feel it plunging into his muscular ass he would need to stop this. Now. Like right now. But through his screams Jack was able to make transient eye contact with his lover and shook his head 'no'. Jesse correctly interpreted this to mean 'please don't stop'.

Jack's cock swelled and swelled, pressing red against the tube until suddenly there was a horrific, sick, indescribable, wet, gooey explosive noise. Jesse and Jack were looking right at the tube when it happened. One minute a giant, swollen cock was stuffed into the tube and the next, beefy unrecognizable chunks were oozing down the sides. Jack's meaty cock had finally and catastrophically exploded from the inside out, destroying its shape, tearing the skin apart and filling the tube but nothing but destroyed gunk. 

Jack's cock had probably been rendered useless several minutes before its ultimate end thanks to the internal tearing and damage, but the final explosive end sealed its fate. What was left of Jack's cock head erupted into gunk and the the top of the tube looked liked someone had sprayed chunky red paint into it. There wasn't anything resembling a healthy glan to be seen. Jack let out a howl so tremendous that Jesse's natural reaction was to silence it was a deep, tongue dancing kiss. Tears of joy and pain ran down Jack's face and as the couple made out Jesse's body convulsed as he erupted the largest load he had ever blown in his life all over Jack's abs, chest and the gunk filled tube.

The machine became silence and the vacuum suddenly released, allowing the chunky mess to flood Jack's thighs. Jesse knew Jack's cock was massive, but was stunned at just how big of a mess it was making in its liquefied state. The entire inside of the tube was covered in what used to be the inside of Jack's massive dong. It wasn't even recognizable. Jack's eyes started to roll back in his head as Jesse - still wracked in his orgasm - quickly removed the tube and started applying pressure to the gaping wound. On the back of the box the machine had come in was a special emergency number and Jesse was relieved that black-clad help arrived within minutes.

As the Rupture Fest staff treated Jack's  injury and literally scooped away what was left of his dick, Jesse leaned over his adorable boyfriend and smiled. He had never felt more in love or closer to Jack than he did at that moment and was looking forward to when Jack would be recovered enough for him to show just how much he loved him with a prostate annihilating fuck fest. 

"I love you," Jesse whispered.

Jack smiled broadly, happier and more satisfied than he had ever been. As he phased out of consciousness, his lover's handsome, stubbled face and sweat soaked black hair gradually faded out of site.

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To Jack - Thank you for being a reader! This story is dedicated to you and Jesse. May you have many happy, love and passion filled years together (with a good amount of ball busting thrown in). 

Rupture Fest 2020: Finale

VICTIMS: Philip, Jack, Chris Evans, Lucas (again!), and several other volunteers!

Victims So Far (click a name to go to his story): 4 Unnamed Gymnasts, Omar, Jan, Andrej, Don, Alex, Bryce, Mike, Boomer Banks, Thomas, Marco, Lucas, Sandar (showed up late), Darren Criss, Jacob Artist, Jake, Tyler, Oscar, Mark Lopez, Killian, Araf, DJ Zedd, Daniel Padilla, Dean Geyer, Max, Pierre, Glen, Yifei

Across the country club walls, and floors - and even audience members - had been painted with the remains of countless dicks and testicles. But Rupture Fest 2020 was coming to a close and the elaborate machines, set pieces and stages were being dismantled, procreative gunk was being scrapped up and furniture was being put back into proper places. The arena used for Hot Or Not had been returned to a cozy smoking lounge with stately arm chairs and bearskin rugs. The dancefloor where DJ Zedd and Dean Geyer had showered revelers with nut-confetti was dismantled, returned to an unassuming dining room.

Whereas most of the events had been held in smaller breakout groups, Fantasy Castration Services, the organization that ran Rupture Fest, wanted the Finale to be one last spectacular series of penectomies and castrations enjoyed by all the participants in a giant arena. Unlike the other events that had focused on only a few guys being unmanned in elaborate fashion, this year's finale was a going to be a spectacle of volume, purposefully designed to almost overwhelm the senses with audience members torn between watching a brutal castration on on side of the stage or dick destruction at the other. The men filed into neatly arranged rows of seats in front of a long, deep stage bathed in white light. Carnival-like music gave the whole scene a fitting note of finality. Suspended above the stage were several screens each aimed at a different areas of the stage to the benefit to the men near the back of the audience bu the screen in the middle was of particular interest. It was setup to resemble a score board with two words in huge bold letters 'PENIS' and 'TESTICLES'. Underneath both were equally huge zeroes.

As the audience got settled, some of them wasting no time to free their cocks from their trousers in anticipation, the stage hands setup the scene. On the left a clear glass vice was setup on a pedestal and the staff made sure that the hydraulics that would send the two heavy pieces of glass crushing together was functioning correctly by opening and closing it several times. On one test, they set two hens eggs which violently exploded when the press slammed down. On the next, the vice closed more slowly with equally crushing - if not quite as explosive - results.

On the other side of the stage a white table was lined up with mallets, power drills, hammers little explosive charges and other instruments of gene pool cleansing along with a quaint raffle drum full of bingo balls. A handsome young man in a white suit sat behind it and was doing a mic test as other staff members bolted a metal pole to the ground inches from the table. Lined up

The music started to hit a crescendo as a line of ten handsome young jocks stood with their legs spread over holes drilled into the floor. They were about a meter apart and when they were waving to the crowd their their toned arms either crossed in front of them or obediently folded behind their backs. None of them were restrained as their truly enormous nuts swung low and heavy between their legs, perfectly aimed over the holes in the stage, with thick metal rings clamped around their scrotums to force their sperm factories to the bottom of their bags. Some of them were sporting erections but all of them were sporting big, goofy grins. 

Several men in the audience instantly recognized them as the stage helpers for Rupture Fest's other events. First in line was the handsome blonde from the event One on Two who had helped to restrain the sadistic buster-turned-bustee Mike so his fat nuts could be turned into a disgusting stain by the bloodthirsty audience. Next to the blonde was a beefy, short red head who had slipped on one of the many piles of procreate material whilst clearing stage after the Model K event. 

It was evident even under their tight black outfits that the stage hands were well-built considering how easily they were able to manhandle the contestants into and out of position but no one in the audience imagined that under those outfits were gorgeous, ripped and very hung lads who all the while were eager for their own turn on the Rupture Fest stage.

Ten  men were standing behind the vice, eager for their turn as their nuts hung low in their trimmed sacks. It was a diverse mix of guys from chiseled jocks to dad bods, short and beefy to tall and svelte. They ranged from barely legal teenagers to totally fuckable DILFs but the one characteristic all of them had were large, dangling nuts. The first in line at the vice was a powerfully build man with a five o'lock shadow and rigid, gym-honed pecs and thighs between which were a pair of nuts slightly larger than the eggs the technicians had used to test out the device. He was smiling and stroking his foot long monster daddy cock, leaking at the prospect of putting his puppies in the machine. 

"Good thing I already have a kid, right son?" he said with a wink as he turned to the adorable twenty-year old standing behind him.

His son, a spitting image of his old man, chuckled and grabbed his own pendulous nuts as he shot back; "Yeah, but no grand kids for you!"

Next to the table covered in torture instruments was another line of ten men, as equally well hung as the guys waiting for the vise. Among them was Lucas, whose horse cock had been turned into hamburger in the event Totally Fucked, but whose balls had survived, the juicy nuggets bulging obscenely under the neatly stitched, gaping blank spot on his crotch where his ridiculously huge cock had once been. Without his prostate-pounder literally casting a shadow over them, his plump nuts looked even bigger as he cradled them smiling.

Suddenly the music tempo increased and the house lights dimmed with only a single large spotlight flooding the center of the stage. Three men were being escorted toward two slightly raced square platforms a few feet from each other barely large enough to stand on and as they marched out the crowd went absolutely wild at the site of the first man leading the group. None other than Captain America himself, Chris Evans, was sauntering onto the stage wearing only his birthday suit and a dazzling smile, his body wa s buffer and more powerful looking in person than it looked on screen and between his legs swung two of the largest testicles to grace any stage at Rupture Fest with an equally impressive cock jutting straight out in front nearly a foot. It was a wonder his skin tight movie outfits hadn't blown apart at their seams keeping in such prodigious sexual organs.  Chris' boyishly handsome face literally made several men in the audience leak precum as he was lead to one of the platforms. 

Chris Evans, 39

Close behind him was Jack, a model-handsome thirty-year old who was slightly taller than Chris but much slimmer, weighing in at just under one-hundred-fifty pounds. His thick cock jutted out nine inches over his heavy sack, his generous package looking disproportionately large for his slim frame. He seemed excitedly nervous as he was escorted to the second pedestal.

Jack, 30

Following behind them was Jack, a nineteen year old who wreaked of hormones. He was shorter than Jack and Chris but buff with well defined abs and bulging biceps that complemented his donkey nuts, which hung lower and were almost bigger than Chris'. His teenage cock was leaving a trail of precum as he was escorted to the space between the pedestals. 

Phillip, 19

Black-clad stage hands worked quickly to finish setting up the scene, bolting two six foot poles to the pedestals and tying Chris and Jack to them with ropes - purposefully thick for dramatic effect - that crisscrossed their studly torsos. Their arms were tied behind their backs, though judging by the looks on their faces and their excited dongs, the two looked like they would have gladly kept them held back on their own volition.

The audience roared as the house lights came back up, showing off the stage full of about-to-be-destroyed studs there were sixty six massive, heavy testicles and thirty-two cocks just waiting to be laid to waste and the watching men were more than ready for it. The sound of mass masturbation coming from the audience filled the arena, a few guys had already blown their loads just at the thought of the coming events, as the stage hands made their final setups. Chris Evan's foot long monster was outfitted with an extremely tight metal cock ring that was forcing his super hero cock to stay permanently, almost painfully hard. His engorged tool was starting to turn red and was pulsing with each heartbeat. Across from him an equally tight ring had been attached at the base of Jack's hefty testicles, forcing them to bulge forward. Someone in the audience let out a guttural moan as he hit orgasm as he watched one of the stage assistants run a chain between the ring attached to Chris' dick and the ring choking Jack's scrotum.

Meanwhile, each of Phillip's young nuts had been ensnared in metal rings that were several sizes too small, forcing his nut meat to bulge around it. It looked like someone had encircled two balls made out of clay around their middle, crushing them where the bands were making contact and forcing the rest of the material to bulge of of the top and bottom. One chain was attached to his left nut ring and another was attached to the right, disappearing into mysterious white boxes at the edges of the stage.  The stage was finally set. Ten men were waiting at the vice. Ten men were waiting at the still-not-explained table full of castration devices.  Jack and Chris Evans were literally joined at their junk and young Phillip's nuts were trapped in metal donut-shaped rings that looked primed to be pulled in opposite directions. This was going to be one helluva grand finale!

Finally, the stage hands disappeared off stage and a beautiful young host wearing a suit and top hat came onto the stage to thunderous applause.

"Gentlemen and... who am I kidding. None of you are gentle!" he started. 

Everyone laughed.

"Welcome to the Rupture Fest 2020 Grand Finale!"

"You'll notice there is quite a bit going on, so to help out we've setup video screens to help you out,"

The host pointed to the several large video monitors above the stage that were now showing close ups of the glass hydraulic vice, the penis and ball destruction table, the men in the back, Chris Evans' junk, Jack's bulging sack and Phillip's chained nuts. It was a visual spectacle to behold and the audience made quite a spectacle themselves with necks turning rapidly from one monitor to the other, then back to the stage. Some guys who thought they would be glued to watching sacks flattened with the vise were torn between watching Chris or the other areas of interest and visa versa. It was like the finale of a grand fireworks show that promised to light up the sky in all directions; no view would be 'bad' but no matter where one looked there was a chance of missing out just out of view. Luckily for the audience, the entire multi-camera show would soon be available for their viewing enjoyment in high definition downloads.

The host went on to explain the night's events. At the hydraulic vice, each man would step up, place their junk into the machine and wait for the vice to close totally flat. It was a random process, though. Sometimes the vise would slam shut instantly, compressing the fat trapped nuts totally flat in a fraction of a second and other times it would slowly, painfully flatten them. The results were going to be the same - totally destroyed sacks - but the visual would be vastly different. On the other end of the stage the young man with the bingo balls would be picking numbers, randomly inviting up members of the audience to come on stage and use any instrument they chose in whatever manner they chose on the defenseless nuts and cocks presented. To stop the guys from squirming, they would be secured to the metal pole behind the table, leaving their junk totally vulnerable to be... junked. Meanwhile, at random intervals, pistons would rocket up from the floor between the spread legs of the stage hands turned volunteers lined up along the back with such force that their balls would be pulverized instantly, the replays showing in slow motion on certain video monitors as if the audience didn't already have enough testicle destruction to track. And of course  there was the score board that would keep numeric track of how many cocks and balls had been wasted throughout the show.

Lastly, the main event was at the center of the stage. The platform Jack was on would slowly raise, pulling at the chain connecting Chris Evans' cock to Jack's sack while Chris endured brutal nut pounding by a pair of mean looking brutes who had walked on stage wearing tight fitting leotards like the strong men at the circus. As they were introduced, they flexed their powerful biceps and made fists aimed at Chris' balls. Either one of them looked powerful enough to cut down the Evans' family tree but the two together promised a particularly nasty end to Chris' sex life. Between Jack and Chris, the chains tied to Phillips' nuts were attached to winches that would slowly, methodically pull Phillip's tender nuts further and further in opposite directions until their chords' inevitable destruction. As the counter of destroyed balls increased, the speed of the platform holding Jack would increase, tugging more and more violently on Chris Evans' super soldier cock.

"Let the finale begin!" the host announced and stepped aside.

The auditorium was filled with cheers and hoots as the action began on stage all at once. First, the hot daddy standing in front of the glass vice placed his eggs into it and took a deep breath. The heavy glass plates slowly lowered, compressing the egg-sized things flatter and flatter...

"Number 506. Lucky number 506!" came the announcer.

An ecstatic middle aged man jumped from his seat in the audience waving a raffle ticket and raced to the stage. He arrived at the table full of mallets, torches, bombs and other instruments and eyed them before fully soaking in the site of the gorgeous Latino who was waiting for his destruction. His huevos were massive and his cock was hard in anticipation, resting on the table top and the hot young man was secured in place powerless to flee. The lucky audience member picked up a mallet and rose it over his head...

Meanwhile, the pedestal Jack was standing on started to slowly raise until the chain between Chris and Jack's packages was taught. Chris let out a grunt as his thick tool was pulled upward...

And in the middle of it all, Phillip's nuts were being pulled in opposite directions by the winches situated on either side of the stage, the low whir of the machine drowned out by the growing chorus of grunts and moans filling the stage. His already low hangers were stretched nearly five inches away from his body and the games had only just begun.

"Fuck yeah, dad! They aren't gonna' last too long!"

The daddy having his nuts slowly crushed in the vice grunted as his own son mocked his imminent destruction. The heavy glass plates were coming down painfully slow, forcing his over sized nuts to ooze from between them as they were compressed into dense red patties. He howled as something in his left nut suddenly snapped and the flattened thing got much more purple as the hydraulics continued to press downward. He let out a girlish squeal as a muted popping indicated that his left nut had fractured, leaving it up to his still whole but hideously pancaked right nut to put up all of the resistance.

The lucky audience member working over the constrained Latino had hammered a heavy mallet into his balls dozens of times, grunting in effort as he poured every ounce of strength into the task. The hot young kid howled as his nuts suddenly exploded in the bag, turning into two mushy, dense meat wedges barely a fraction of their normal bloated girth. The audience member was stunned at how long the kid had lasted and how suddenly his balls had failed. They had just disintegrated into goop as if the final blow had shattered the protective membranes around his gonads like glass. The Latin kid's eyes rolled into his head but not before the depraved audience member grabbed his drooping but still fat cock and forced it to the table, holding it down with one hand while he hammered the mushroom shaped head against the table with the other. The volunteer mercifully passed out as his once clearly defined head collapsed into a cartoonish, flattened mass. His thick fuck stick looked ridiculous with a permanently destroyed, flattened cap.

The score board updated. Penis - 1. Testicles - 2. The crowded roared as the Latin hunk was rapidly removed and the next guy in line was tied into place, a middle aged bald gentleman with a wicked grin and modest - compared to the other sacks on display - equipment. 

Across the stage the daddy having his nuts crushed passed out as an audible, sick double splat announced the end of his balls. They had both compressed to a quarter inch before the sack burst open spilling out their insides in thick tendrils that looked like a pasta maker. 

"Way to go pops!" his son chuckled as he was escorted off the stage, drooling from his mouth and his still-hard cock. The scoreboard updated again. Penis - 1. Testicles - 4.

BLOOOOSH

There were audible gasps from the audience as a piston rocketed up from the stage with such force that it lifted one of the ten stage hands lining the back of the stage off the ground, connecting with and totally blowing apart his fat sack in the process. A spray of gunk flew out nearly a yard, which the hapless lad landed in with a wet splat. As he was dragged off stage the scoreboard updated yet again: Penis 1. Testicles - 6.

Apparently six was the magic score as the platform Jack was standing on suddenly lurched upward, painfully tugging at Chris' cock. The handsome actor let out an animal like roar and gritted his teeth, attempting to stand on his tip toes to relieve the pressure but it was no use. His engorged cock turned beet red as it was yanked violently. Jack's balls weren't faring much better as they were being equally tugged toward the ground by the chain that was attached to Chris' cock.

At the vice, the daddy's son had stepped up and placed his prodigious balls and cock into the vice. His face had just taken on a shit faced grin before immediately going blank, splattered with bits of his testicles and cock. The hydraulic vice had slammed down instantly and violently, compressing his fat young sack to zero inches in less than a second. A fan of spray showered outward and his disembodied cock head fell to the ground with a thud. As the glass plates retracted, thick tendrils hung from it like macabre confetti.

The scoreboard updated. Penis  - 2 . Testicles - 8. 

Phillips let out a ragged howl as he felt a sharp pang explode from his sack. One of the chords connecting it to his body had reached its terminal limit yet the wenches were still pressing onward. He was jacking his teenage cock as his balls were slowly pulled away from his body in opposite directions. They were now several inches further away than normal and his scrotum looked like it was going to shred like tissue paper.

Meanwhile a young audience member had been called up to toy with the the middle aged guy at the torture table. The young man took his victim's plumps into his hands and have given them a painful examination-by-squeezing, but had determined that he much rather wanted to play with the man's heavy cock. He picked up a cordless power drill from the table and squirted the drill bit with lube. The volunteer looked on as the young man abruptly jammed it down his piss slit. He let out a high pitched scream before the lucky audience member turned the drill on, shredding his cock from the inside out. The man squealed as the thick tissue in his cock was  annihilated until his cock was nothing up a shapeless, mush filled tube. The audience member turned to his brethren and gave a thumbs up as the man was escorted off stage.

The scoreboard updated. Penis  - 3 . Testicles - 8. 

SPLOOOOSH

SPLOOOOOOOOOOOTCH 

Two more of the young Adonis' lining the back of the stage were lifted off their feet as pistons rocketed up between their legs. One of the handsome blonde's balls exploded so catastrophically that the resulting chunks plastered his face like a twisted cum facial. 

Again, the scoreboard updated. Penis  - 3 . Testicles - 12. 

Chris Evan's cock was was being pulled so far upward that it was now an astounding sixteen inches, but was showing no signs of snapping. Through his wails of pain he shouted out to the audience.

"I'm Captain-Fucking-America, bitches! Do your worst!"

Jack's face was awash in pain wracked euphoria as his sack was tugged and compressed by the chain connecting it to Chris. His balls were being pulled all the way forward in their sack and looked like they were simply going to burst out of it at any moment. They were bright red and every vein was etched onto their surface.

SPLOOOSH

A hunky black man covered in tattoos fell to his knees as the glass vices totally crushed his spuds, their insides oozing out onto the ground at his feet. The resulting gunk added to the nearly six inch pile of crushed nut meat that had already been made by the other victims of the vice's uncaring jaws. 

Penis  - 3 . Testicles - 14. 

Elsewhere at the torture table two men had been taken out in rapid succession. The audience members who were called were so eager to participate that they had wasted no time with pageantry The first man, a handsome Iranian young man, had his sagging nuts and leaking cock burned into an oozing crisp by a mini blow torch, the charred ruins being ultimately destroyed by a few well aimed mallet strikes to their compromised shells. The next bloke up was an adorable twenty-something Irishman whose fuzzy nuts were turned into a literal stain by an audience member who selected a full sized sledge hammer and threw all of his two-hundred pounds into the blow. The Irish bollocks lasted less than a second under the blow before showering the stage with absolutely huge, beefy chunks. It was as if the destruction was so cataclysmic and sudden that his testicles hadn't even fully exploded before being ejected from his blown open ball bag. His scrotum was totally empty as he was led from the stage. 

Penis  - 4 . Testicles - 18. 

SPLURTCH 

In a final indignity the Irishman and the stage hands who were escorting him away were hit with gunk as yet another piston rocketed up and turned a fat, sagging set of nuts into a shower of pent up sperm and nut guts. 

Penis  - 4 . Testicles - 20. 

Meanwhile, the next three guys at the vice were snuffed out by the hydraulic press slamming down rapidly, one after another, extruding the insides of three primed young sacks all over the floor at the base of the machine.

Penis - 4. Testicles - 26

Chris Evans threw his head back and screamed as his comic book cock was stretched to its breaking point, tearing at the connective tissues as Jack was raised ever higher. Jack passed out as his balls imploded from the pressure and filled his sack with nothing but gory mush.

Penis - 4. Testicles - 28

Jack's pedestal was quickly lowered, relieving the pressure on Chris' about-to-tear pole but that only invited the strong men - who had been waiting for their time to shine - to squat, ball their fists and pummel them ruthlessly into the super stud's sack. As Chris's sack was being used as a punching bag more nutting was taking place at the torture table.

Finally, Lucas was up. His cock was already gone from another Rupture Fest even, leaving only his heavy, swollen nuts. They rested on the table as a geeky audience member eyed the table of destructive instruments.

CRACK

Another of the hunky stage hands along the back had his testicles pounded into paste. His stones proved to be tougher than the others since they were only liquefied in the sack without the customary spray of gunk that had followed the other piston strikes. Nonetheless, the destruction was absolute and there was nothing but testicle soup in his swelling bag as he was escorted from the stage.

The scoreboard updated. Penis - 4, Testicles - 30.

The geek who was eyeing Lucas finally settled on a small explosive charge to finish off Lucas's sex life. It was a tightly packed wad of explosives the size of a small egg which the player placed under Lucas's nuts, making his sack fold over it and giving the twisted visual that there were three fat nuts in Lucas' sack. To up the effect, the audience member decided to ignite the bomb by taking a torch to Lucas's sack, causing it to instantly heat up, turn red and start to boil. Lucas opened his mouth and let out a guttural scream as his sperm started to boil. BLOOOSH. Lucas'  sack was plastered all over the table, the audience player and the floor in a spectacular, brutal finale that had started days ago with his cock being shredded into nothing on another Rupture Fest stage.

Yet again the scoreboard updated. Penis - 4. Testicles - 32.

Two more of the hunks along the back of the stage had their juicy testicles turned into barely recognizable, stringy goop as two pistons shot up in unison. They let out falsetto howls and reached to clutch their junk but it was too late.

Penis - 4. Testicles 36.

During all of the commotion, Phillip's young spuds were now pulled nearly a foot from his body. Every muscle was etched as he furiously tried to jack out a final load. It was a race against time as the gears strained and cranked, tearing his testicles further apart.

BLOOOOOOSH

Phillip's left nut imploded just as he erupted in jizz, his taught body convulsing as his right nut was yanked. And yanked. And yanked.

RIIIIIIP

Phillip's eyes turned into saucers as his right nut was violently freed from his body and flew across the stage as if it had been rocketed by a slingshot. The handsome teenager was quickly ferried from the stage, and as the helpers carried him one of them made a concerted effort to stomp on Phillip's detached but otherwise still whole nut, turning it into a pile of teenage gore.

The monitors updated the score. Penis - 4. Testicles 38.

SPLOTCH 

CRUUUNCH

BLOOSH

The next three guys lined up at the vice suffered grisly, amazing fates. Two of their sacks had been compressed so quickly that they exploded like stomped grapes. But the last stud, a built skater type with a blue Mohawk and truly massive nuts had put his balls and cock under the glass, hoping that he would make an equally explosive mess. Instead, the machine closed slowly, the slowest of the evening, allowing the audience watch in exquisite detail as his package got flatter and redder and flatter. He roared as membrane after membrane and tube after tube burst and ruptured in glorious slow motion. A tortured pinkish load flew out of his compressed cock head and it looked so chunky it genuinely looked like he was shooting out his liquefying nuts. First his right nut blew apart in the bag, followed by his cock  which was snuffed out mid spurt. Finally his left nut which had condensed impossibly flat exploded open with such pent up force that the jet of gunk landed nearly ten feet again. Every molecule of his left nut was extruded out slowly in a non-stop stream as the plates slowly lowered totally shut. 

The monitors updated the score. Penis - 5. Testicles 44.

At the torture table, four more packages had been destroyed A studly ginger had his cock sliced off with a butcher knife, which was used as a gag while his rotund sack was pulverized with a mallet. Two blondes had their cocks crushed with pliers at the base, not quite removing them but totally rupturing their connective tissues turning the nine inch fuck sticks into useless husks. The audience members had decided to spare their nuts to leave them as cockless sex slaves. Last, a muscular Asian in his mid forties had his nuts cracked by a hammer before his cock was sliced off with sheers, inch by inch, landing at the feet of the depraved audience member who promptly stomped the cock chunks into gooey paste under his boot.

The score was now Penis - 9. Testicles - 48.

Meanwhile Chris Evan's ball bag was a swollen, hideous disaster as the strong men continued to pummel it mercilessly, slamming it into Chris' pelvis so hard he thought the bone was going to crack. His left nut had fractured in the bag but still looked whole at a cursory glance, but his bag was blood red and looked like it was only a punch or two from bursting open like a pinata.

"I'm... Captain... America..." Chris sneered as his head rolled back.

BLOOOOSH

A studly man along the back was lifted several inches into the air but the force of the piston slamming into his nuts. His balls rockets upward in the sack with such force that they broke through his scrotum and sailed nearly whole into the air, unraveling as they headed toward the ground. The two mostly whole organs landed with wet plops on the stage.

Penis - 9. Testicles 50.

There was now only Chris Evans, one man at the vice, one at the torture table and two blonde stage hands standing with their legs spread waiting for the pistons to take them out.

POP POP

Both of the blondes' eyes crossed and there was an audible double pop as their bags were pulverized. Inside their testicles shattered, blew apart, turned into goop then finally sprayed out of their broken ball bags, stringy membranes and spaghetti like strands dripped between their toned thighs. Unfortunately for one of them, the piston had fired with such intensity that his pulverized sack was sent flying into his rock hard cock with such force that it instantly snapped in half with an audible crack. The load he had been in the middle of blowing was stopped dead in its tracks halfway up his shaft. His eyes crossed and he collapsed into a heap of muscle and he and his buddy, the last of the gentlemen over the pistons, were escorted from the stage.

Penis - 10. Testicles 54.

The last man at the table of torture was a tall, slim teenager with nuts that rivaled Chris Evan's in size and a ten inch cock. He had already blown his load watching the gene pool culling destruction around him and now that it was his turn he was harder than he had ever been in his life. The kid's balls rested on the table with his cock jutting forward as a mean looking audience member stood in front of him. He picked up a long metal spike and a mallet and hovered it over the stud's left nut. The teen's cock jerked as the spike was hammered through his ball into the table. He let out a wail as the his other nut was hammered in place in similar fashion. With a grin the lucky guy from the audience grabbed the kid's cock with both hands, one at the base and one in the middle of his rigid staff. The kid howled as the man's calloused hands twisted, squeezed and pulled until there was vicious tearing sound, then another and another. The young stud was trying the blow his last load but only a few drops managed to navigate his collapsing dick plumbing and ooze out of his head. The audience member let out a shriek of delight as he felt the teen's virgin sperm wand tearing from its base at the same time the middle of his shaft was collapsing in the man's grip. The teen's cock was being literally torn into shreds, and wasn't going to last much longer...

He threw his head back and screamed - and the audience cheered - as his cock suddenly and catastrophically failed. It tore free from his body at the same time the middle of his shaft was torn in two. The guy from the audience continued to tear and shred the detached cock in his hands like an animal ripping up prey. The teen blacked out as he was untied from the restraining pole and pulled away. The stage hands grabbed him from behind an yanked, tearing at the spikes driven into his balls and there was a gross tearing as his meaty balls were ripped apart as he was pulled, leaving most of his destroyed nuts on the table top still anchored by the spikes.

Penis - 11. Testicles 56.

At the same time the teenager was having his nuts and cock trashed the last man had placed his cock into the crushing vice. It was rock hard, ten inches of German manhood being slowly compressed. The outrageously hot German let out a funny yodel as his fat cock was flattened between the heavy glass, forcing blood into the few inches of his cock sticking out of the front of the vice. The pressure grew until there was a satisfying explosive pop and his ridiculously engorged head popped off like a fleshy rocket only a moment before the bulk of his shaft ruptured open, spilling out its fibrous contents. The pile of crushed meat at the base of the vice was now nearly a foot high, a truly disgusting mess that would only be appreciated by the men watching in the audience. Several of them had already blown a load - or two - at the overwhelming spectacle of utter destruction.

The score updated on the digital screen. Penis 12. Testicles 56.

Now only Chris Evans was left. The stage lights dropped with only a single spotlight focused on him and the two burly men going to town on his junk. All of the screens were showing close ups of Chris' balls and cocks from various angles as the two assailants' fists sank deeper and deeper into the increasingly squishy sex organs. Chris' huge, swollen sack was black and purple, his testicles clearly ruptured in the bag and he screamed out as his cock started to finally deflate.

"Uh, oh. His super cock is starting to wilt," one of the men joked.

He turned to his partner and they both grinned wickedly. They stopped the pummeling of Chris' ball bag and each grabbed hold of Chris' cock, forcing it to stay semi hard as they squeezed so hard the veins on their biceps bulged. Chris Evans let out a shriek of genuine terror as he looked down to see his cock being squeezed and yanked. He let out a long, deep groan as the two applied every ounce of strength into pulling Chris' All-American cock from his body. The sound of mass masturbation filled the hall as all eyes were on Chris' shaft, more specifically the base which was being stretched ever forward. Chris' inhuman screaming masked the sounds coming from his dick which was being crushed and yanked beyond its limits.

CRUNCH

One of the strongmen's eyes rolled into his head as he was wracked with an intense orgasm. He had just felt the space between his hand suddenly closed, permanently crushing the middle of the Hollywood hunk's shaft. More disturbing sounds coming from Chris' cock as tubes and structures failed in a cascade of sex life ending horror while the connective tissues started to finally fail. As they snapped, the stress transferred to the others which snapped in turn. The rate of the destruction was exponential and Chris looked at the two men destroying his dick and roared.

"I'm Captain America, bitches!"

RIIIIIIIICRUUUUNCH

Chris passed out as his cock was liberated from his crotch to thunderous cheers and applause. The strong men held it up together like they were hoisting a trophy and smiled at their achievement before one of them grabbed Chris' jaw and opened his mouth whilst his partner shoved the entire massive slab down Chris' throat. Backward. Chris' mushroom head poked out from his lips and his throat bulged from his super sized, thick dick. 

"Let's finish this!"

The strongmen took one of Chris' balls in each hand and squeezed, pressing deep into his ruined chunky bag as the platform he was on quickly started to rise. The two heavy muscle studs kept their grip, forcing Chris' balls to stay in place as the rest of his body accended.

SPLOTCH

Chris' right nut imploded in one of their muscular hands. It looked like he had just squeezed a huge tomato with pulp oozing between his fingers. Chris' head jerked slightly as his last nut was pulled off with such force that the man holding it fell on his back as if he had been holding an elastic chord that had suddenly snapped. The audience cheered as Chris was promptly lowered and whisked away backstage.

Penis - 13. Testicles - 58 flashed the scoreboard.

"This might be a new record!" the announcer proclaimed to riotous applause.

The spotlight moved from the platforms back to the heavy glass vices and the muscle studs who had destroyed Chris Evans ripped off their singlets and made their way over to the contraption. One of them stood behind it like normal while the other stood in front, his boot laying waste to the mountain of crushed cock and testicle matter, and they both squeezed their awesome, heavy nuts under the plates. It was a tight fit and all cameras zoomed in on the site of the four over sized stones trapped under the vice. 

"Fucking do it!" someone screamed from the audience.

BLOOOOOOOOSH

The hydraulics slammed the top pane of glass down so hard that the panels cracked. The entire contents of both sacks painted their muscular thighs, the vice, the stage and some of the front row.

The scoreboard updated a final time. Penis 13. Testicles - 62.

"Now that's a record! Thank you all for coming, and cumming and cumming. See you next year!"

The stage lights came back up and the cameras panned the scene of utter devastation. The once pristine stage was an absolute mess of mutilated nuts and shattered dicks that would take days to clean up. 

A fitting visual to wrap up Rupture Fest 2020.