Rupture Fest 2020: Thumpa Thumpa (Club Life, Vol 1)

VICTIMS: DJ Zedd, Daniel Padilla, Dean Geyer, Max

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

An intimate dance floor had been setup in the middle of an open building with a DJ booth elevated in the middle. It was made of glass, which would allow for an unhampered view of the DJ's legs once he took the stage. The assembled men skewed younger and had ditched their stuffy suits and slacks in favor of jeans, tank tops and stylish shirts, gyrating to the rhythm of thumping house music as strobe lights and lasers flashed. Multiple guys, sweating from dancing and pumped on adrenaline, had paired off and were making out in the middle of the dancefloor as they gyrated together. Hanging all around the room were giant displays showing pulsing patterns in time with the music. In any other context it would have looked like any other high energy gay night club but this audience knew they were in for much more than good music and fruity cocktails.

Gradually the music was silenced as a booming voice came over the speakers.

"Are you ready to party?"

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, many of them still swaying to the rhythms playing in their heads.

"Welcome to Babylon! Rupture Fest's very own night club! Now, without further ado, your DJ for the evening, the legendary DJ Zedd!"

Zedd, 31

Whoops of delight filled the room as a cloud of white smoke filled the dancefloor, and when it dissipated the handsome thirty-one year old Anton Zaslavski, otherwise known as DJ Zedd, had appeared in the DJ booth.  The handsome DJ was wearing a glittering button up shirt, half unbuttoned to show off his moderately hair torso, and no pants. Through the glass booth, the audience could clearly make out the young artist's toned legs and the truly massive, almost ridiculously huge nuts flopping between his harry legs. The DJ's cock was rock hard, protruding out nearly twelve inches from his body and throbbing with each heart beat and his entire package was bulging forward thanks to a thick glowing cock ring.

"Hello Babylon!" Zedd shouted into his headset. The crowd was ecstatic. 

When Rupture Fest had advertised this as an event not to be missed by anyone who loved dubstep and euro house music, the guys who signed up had no idea one of the greats himself would be involved. The audience was equally split in their excitement to hear Zedd spinning incredible music live and watching the adorable Russian-born German producer have his nuts bashed in. Luckily, they would get both.

"Are you ready to have some fucking fun!"

Zedd  rose one hand in the air as the other skillfully manipulated the turn table, his latest song started playing with thumping base but still soft enough for the dancers to hear the rest of this event's rules.

"We love you, Zedd!" an enamored blonde who was barely eighteen shouted toward the stage.

"I love you, too, hottie!" Zedd blew the young man a kiss as he continued on.

Zedd directed the audience to look up as three platforms descended from the ceiling, each holding a totally naked stud who was dancing expertly to the music. With a celebrity DJ on stage and naked go-go boys working their stuff above the dance floor, the event truly took on a nightclub vibe that rivaled Las Vegas or New York City. The large monitors around the club switched from their psychedelic patterns to showcase live close ups of them, one by one, panning their writhing, sweaty bodies.

Daniel Padilla, 25

Dean Geyer, 34

Max, 32

Adorable Filipino pop star and actor Daniel Padilla was showcased first, his svelte young body covered in a sheen of sweat as he smiled and danced. His impressively large nuts bounced between his legs and a glowing, unusually thick cock ring made his entire package bulge out obscenely from his body, as if it needed any help looking quite huge. Next, Dean Geyer's face appeared on the screen to screams of excitement. The handsome thirty-four year old actor's sculpted body was awash in the strobe lights as he moved in perfect rhythm to the music. His muscular arms were stretched into the air and his eyes were closed, totally transfixed and his donkey nuts were swinging like disco balls. Like Daniel, his nuts and cock were forced outward by a tight, thick glowing cock ring. The actor's cock was fully hard at an astounding fourteen meaty inches. The cock ring was obviously helping, though the audience was sure the South African's massive pole would have looked equally large without any assistance.

Last was Max, a thirty-two year old with a full goatee and thick black hair whose beefy body was moving with the agile grace of a twink half his size. Like Dean, Max seemed lost in the music and a permanent smile was plastered on his face as his massive biceps and thighs swayed. As the camera panned his washboard stomach there were genuine gasps at the meaty cock and balls that were - like the other dancers - pushed forward by a glowing, unusually large cock ring. His engorged cock and extremely low hanging balls swayed as the muscle man moved with complete control of his body.

Zedd stepped forward and inserted his package through a hole that had been drilled into the glass, giving the lucky few close to DJ booth a front row seat to his massive testicles and about-to-shoot cock. Indeed, all four of these men were exceptionally well endowed and many of the audience were licking their lips in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

"So here's how it's going to go down, Babylon. I'm going to be spinning some of my unreleased tracks along with hits from Tiesto, Calvin Harris, basically anyone worth listening to and all I ask is that you all have a fucking great time!"

The audience roared, still not entirely sure where or how the rupturing would take place for this event.  Sensing the crowd's confusion, Zedd smiled broadly as he continued his announcement.

"Oh! One more thing, these trippy, glowing cock rings are bombs, guys! Some night clubs shower you with confetti, we're gonna' shower you with testicle streamers!"

The audience's reaction was partially drowned out by the increasingly loud thumpa thumpa of the music until it was back up to full night club levels. An electric energy filled the room as the dancing audience fully got into the nigh club vibe. Shirtless twinks were roaming the dance floor with drinks and party favors making sure everyone was having a good time and Zedd, ever the professional, was curating the music brilliantly. Above the dancefloor,  Daniel, Dean and Max were really getting into their groves, dripping with sweat and thoroughly enjoying themselves. The platforms were slowly moving up and down, at their lowest they were mere feet above the audience. The naked dancers above them, strobe lights, lasers and Zedd's horse nuts literally sticking out into the audience was driving the dancing audience wild. 

"Can I suck you?"

The young blonde who had called out to Zedd earlier had made his way to the front of the DJ booth, taken aback as Zedd's manhood was literally right in front of his face. Without waiting for Zedd to respond, the club kid opened his mouth and took Zedd's entire cock down his throat. Zedd moaned in pleasure, which was subsequently broadcast through the entire club overlaying the music, as his pole was expertly serviced by the horny teenager.

The kid's chin was being slapped hard by Zedd's oversized nuts each time he bobbed his head up and down and Zedd threw his head back and moaned. Zedd's moans were mixing in with club music, instantly making virtually every guy in the club raging hard. A young red head tapped the blonde on the shoulder and smiled as the blonde graciously stepped aside. Behind him was a cute Latino and a burly bald jock was behind him.

"Aaaah! Fuck!"

Zedd was so lost in pleasure that he struggled to control the turntable as guy after guy licked, stroked and sucked his cock like pros, some of them even choreographing their tongue swirls to the music. Meanwhile the suspended dancers were dripping sweat and precum onto the audience like a gentle rain.

"He tastes amazing!" an entranced party boy moaned as a glob of Dean Geyer's juices landed on his tongue.

Even over the music, Dean was so turned on by the boy's reaction that he rewarded his fan with another gooey treat that was now leaking from his untouched cock. Across the dancefloor, Daniel was actively stroking his dick with one hand while he held onto the pole suspending the platform with the other, dripping pre onto the horny dancers under him.  Sweat was pouring off of Max's low hangers onto the sweat soaked heads - and eager tongues - of the guys dancing under him. All the while the screens were showing off the dancers as Max, Daniel and Dean were getting hornier and hornier. Without any need for explanation of the event's mechanics, the audience realized that the more Zedd moaned - and the closer he came to cumming down some lucky club boy's throat - the brighter the cock ring around Daniel's junk became.

"Oh fuck! They're gonna' blow when Zedd blows!" someone shouted.

The men servicing Zedd became ravenous and Zedd threw his head back as multiple tongues bathed his cock at once. The ring around Daniel's cock got brighter and brighter and all of the video screens were now exclusively showing it off until Zedd finally lost control.

"Oh fuck!" 

Four tongues and faces were plastered with Zedd's first load just as Daniel's cock ring ignited. The Filipino hunk let out a high pitched scream as his berries and cock were instantly turned into a shower of spaghetti like strands and meaty chunks that rained down on the audience. There was a cheer and Daniel's platform quickly lowered to the ground. The Rupture Fest's staff, dressed all in black, descended on Daniel and carried off the stud who now had a gaping hole where his sex organs had once been. The platform returned into the ceiling as the audience, many of whom were now covered in Daniel confetti, kept on dancing.

It took Zedd only a few minutes to recover before his cock was back at full attention. Guys were lined up, dancing as they waiting their turn to keep on pleasuring the hot DJ. It didn't take long for Zedd to again be on the verge of blowing his load. Max's cockring was glowing brightly, yet the handsome jock kept dancing, stroking his cock as his immanent destruction approached.

"Oh!"

Max's knees nearly buckled as he sprayed a thick load all over the dance floor. A few lucky guys had their faces splattered by Max's cum just as Zedd reached his second orgasm. As if timed to the music, Max's entire package exploded into a shower of Max juniors, cock chunks and nut guts that rained down onto the dance floor. Again, the wounded dancer was ushered away quickly as the music kept playing. The dance floor was now wet with cum, sweat and the shattered ruins of Max and Daniel's junk.

A few of the guys lining up to service Zedd started punching the DJ's enormous balls, flattening them against the glass. His gasps and screams mixed with his moans as mouths continued to lick and suck his shaft and the music of the club started to resemble the soundtrack of a porno. Zedd's deep screams blended well with the house music and his balls were taking on a puffy red appearance. Above it all, Dean's perfect body was moving like a pro as he worked the pole suspending this platform.

Dean's cockring started to glow as, incredibly, Zed approached his third orgasm of the night. 

"Oh fuck!" 

Zedd's nuts were being pounded ruthlessly, crushed against the glass by fists and kicks, with only a slight reprieve as two or three tongues swooped in to milk out Zedd's third load. The screens were now showing Dean, panning his abs and crotch as his cock ring became brighter and brighter.

"Fuck yeah, guys!" Dean screamed, egging on the guys who had surrounded Zed's package.

"Make him blow!" Dean shouted.

Zedd closed his eyes, the turntable long ago set to auto mode, as he was lost in the pleasure of having so many hot mouths on his shaft at the same time as  a determined few were punching the crap out of this flattening, mammoth balls. They were naturally the size of small oranges, but had swollen to take on truly huge proportions which only made them bigger targets. Despite the pain, Zedd's cock fully inflated and he could feel another load rumbling in his battered nuts.  

"Oh guys... oh shit! Oh fuck!"

Zedd's knees buckled as he absolutely drenched a young Latino guy's face with a load so tremendous the kid was barely recognizable when it was finished. A moment later, Dean's cock ring exploded and the handsome actor's entire sexual apparatus was turned into confetti. Scraps of skin and liquified junk showered the dance floor and his cock was turned into thick streamers that landed all over the watching crowd. Dean let out a howl of - shockingly - satisfaction as his platform was lowered and stage hands quickly carried him away.  Now it was Zedd's turn.

The spent DJ pulled his cock and balls out of the hole in the booth - to the chagrin of a line of eager mouths lined up to service them - and headed into the dance floor. As he made his way to the platform Dean had been dancing on, which hadn't yet been retracted into the ceiling, he stopped to make out passionately with several guys, keeping his legs spread the whole time as if inviting the dancers to take pot shots at his nuts. Which they did. Zedd's huge nuts were red and swollen and his cock was getting hard yet again by the time he finally made it to the platform.

Zedd was whisked into the air high above the crowd but the cameras made sure to keep his massive endowment clearly in frame on the video monitors. The music continued to play, the strobe lights pulsed and the horny gore covered crowd looked up at Zedd as he called into his headset.

"Let's make it rain! Ten! Nine! Eight!"

The entire dancefloor joined in the final countdown, music throbbing and lights flashing.

"Seven!"

"Six!"

"Five!"

The ring around Zedd's swollen, truly huge nuts started to glow.

"Four!"

"Three"

The thumpa thumpa beat continued to fill the club.

The glow became brighter and every monitor was zoomed in on Zedd's manhood.

"Two!"

"One!"

BOOM

Even over the music the sound of the globs of Zedd's dense nuts and blown apart cock could be heard as they showered the entire dance floor. Every guy in the audience who hadn't already been bathed in Max, Daniel or Dean's nut sack confetti were totally drenched by Zedd's burst-bubble bath. The mess was unbelievable and as the dancers reveled in it, it became obvious why this event needed to have among the biggest testicles Rupture Fest had to offer.

Zedd's platform was lowered and the stage crew ushered him away, but not before the blonde - the first guy who had sucked Zedd's cock and had ultimately caused the chain reaction of testicle rain, rushed up to him and planted a kiss on the dazed DJ's forehead.

"Thanks for a great night, Zedd!"

Zedd smiled and would have made out with the charming young man if he wasn't being rushed away by the staff. Apparently Zedd's brain hadn't fully realized that the thoughts he was having of wearing out the kid's jaw on his cock were no longer feasible.

The dancers continued on, stomping and grinding every remnant of Max, Dean, Daniel and Zedd's genetic lines. Several hours later, the dancers were gone, the music was silenced and the house lights were fully up.

"What a mess!" a crew member remarked as he started scraping the floor. 

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PS: You get bonus points in the 'American Gay Pop Culture' quiz if you get the reference in the title without Googling it ;)

Rupture Fest 2020: Thread the Needle

VICTIMS: Mark Lopez, Killian, Araf

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

A small group had gathered in one of the Country Club's outbuildings to take part in an event titled 'Thread The Needle'. Like all the events for Rupture Fest, the event's description in the brochure was purposefully vague, but the title alone implied some kind of needle play and all of the men waiting in the audience were eager to see if their hypothesis was correct.

A small raised platform was setup in the middle of the room and rows of neatly arranged chairs were set out in front of it, as if anyone watching was going to actually bother using them. Everyone was standing in front of the stage, each jostling to be as close as possible to the action. There were two machines on the stage covered with white cloths that were dramatically pulled back as a spotlight appeared and a handsome blonde presenter jumped onto the stage and enthusiastically lead the crowd into a cheer. No one even knew what they were cheering for, per se, but based on what they had already seen they knew they wouldn't be disappointed.

Three naked men were led onto the stage by black-clad stage helpers, their arms constrained behind their backs as if any of the eager volunteers would even bother trying to escape. As they were put into position, the announcer introduced the three in turn.

Mark Lopez, 23

Killian, 25

Araf, 39

Mark Lopez was a twenty three year old whose massive cock jutted straight out toward the audience, pulling at his impressive shaved balls. He was one-hundred seventy six pounds of tight muscle with neatly trimmed black hair and a goatee framing his handsome face. Next was Killian, a twenty-five year old a construction worker with a hairy chest and taught, trim muscles who was wearing a pair of work boots, the only lick of clothing on the stage. The adorable lad looked out over the audience and smiled as he was placed onto the middle of a small red box that had been painted onto the stage. He held his arms behind his back but was otherwise totally unrestrained. His fat sack hung low between his legs and his uncut cock was semi hard and already leaking precum. Last was Araf, a hunky thirty-nine year old Arab whose body was nearly two-hundred pounds of bronze muscle was on full display as he was secured into a contraption on the right side of the stage. Araf's hefty nuts were each the size of medium egg and were tight against his shaved crotch. The audience hooted as his muscular arms were secured behind his back, making his well-defined torso stand out and showing off his awesomely toned body. When the men were secured in their places, the stage hands silently left the stage.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Thread the Needle!"

The three men were about a yard apart on the stage, Mark on Killian's right and Araf on the left. Two transparent tubes protruded from the stage between Mark and Araf's legs and their hefty nuts had been trapped inside. A thick rubber gasket at the opening - and the fact that the two were standing with their arms behind their backs and tied to a pole, meant they were literally trapped by the balls. Killian's setup, however was different. He wasn't tied in place, he just had his arms behind his back on his own volition with his goodies dangling freely. All three of them were sweating nervously despite their defiant, almost Devil-may-care expressions.

"This is an audience participation game. Each of you will have a chance to come up and insert one of these into one of Killian's nuts,"

The announcer produced a long needle about the width of a pencil core from his pocket and the audience burst into cheers. 

"If you choose to puncture Killian's right nut, this happens..."

A slow grumble could be heard coming from a mechanism under the stage. Suddenly a metal piston rocketed up the length of the plastic tube that Mark's nuts were trapped in, with the heavy, solid head stopping just short of making contact.

"And if you choose to skewer Killian's left nut, this happens..."

Another piston slammed up inside of Araf's tube, barely stopping in time before crushing his Arab nuts. The audience roared with laughter as the pistons retracted.

"Oh, and you may have noticed that Killian here isn't restrained properly. If, at any time, he chooses to bow out and end the game, this happens..."

The announced walked in front of Killian, still holding the needle. There was a low, almost imperceptible drone from under the stage and suddenly the needle was ripped from the announcer's hand and drawn to the floor. 

"Our trusty electromagnet kicks in and pulls all of the needles to the ground. Violently. I can only imagine would would happen if that had been inserted in Killian's pincushions," he laughed.

The fate of each of the six nuts on stage rested on Killian's testicular fortitude. If he could endure his sack being used as a pincushion, Araf and Mark's nuts could be history but his own skewered nuts would be holey but otherwise undamaged. If we couldn't, his balls would be shredded from the inside out as all of the needles inserted up to that point would be yanked to the ground by the magnet with no regard to the testicular membranes they might tear through on their way. The game would end when either both Mark and Araf were destroyed or Killian gave up.

"Oh, and to keep things fair, we will determine that Killian gives up if any part of his body goes outside the red mark he's standing on. We have lots of cameras on him so he can't cheat. That means Killian can crumple to this knees, cry and sob so long as no part of him leaves the mark."

The audience applauded the ingenuity. The red outlined box around Killian was quite small. If the stud actually did fall to his knees from a puncture, he had better keep his hands firmly behind his back or at his sides because of any part of him touched the ground outside of the designated area it was lights out for Killian juniors.

The audience was quickly assigned random numbers and each man would come up in that order until everyone had a turn. If Killian managed to keep his composure enough to withstand all of the needles - and Mark and Araf somehow miraculously weren't ruptured - the game would end and the three would be able to go home with sore, and perhaps permanently damaged, nuts, but nuts none the less.

First up was a slim dark haired man who eager look his puncturing needle from the host and promptly jammed it into Killian's left nut. Immediately the piston in Araf's tube shot up, quashing his hefty balls to only half their girth before retracting just as quickly. The action was so fast, that most of the audience would have missed it if not for slow motion cameras that were replaying each blow on a large monitor on stage. The audience roared as they watched Araf's balls flatten in exquisite slow motion until they looked like they were going to burst, only to be spared at the last minute. Araf howled as his nuts instantly took on a rosy tint and it felt like he had been slammed in the nuts with a hammer.

Killian's closed his eyes and dutifully kept his hands behind his back as he bit his tongue to avoid screaming out - or worst - falling over from the pain. The audience member gave the next gentleman to the stage a high five as the host handed the next player another long, sharp needle.

The man looked Araf and Mark over carefully as if trying to determine which of the two trapped sacks was primed to blow first. He concluded Araf's would be the first to go as he plunged the needle clearly through Killian's left nut until a small portion of it extended through the other end.

Killian howled but miraculously stayed totally upright, his arms unmoving. Araf on the other hand let out a truly blood curdling scream as the piston slammed into his nuts. Twice.

The audience member pumped his fist in the air he hopped of the stage to let the next player take a turn.

"Oh! I don't think I mentioned this, but the number of impact Araf and Mark get is cumulative, so you guys chose Killian's left nut twice, which meant Araf took in the potatoes twice," the announcer informed the crowd to thunderous applause.

The third player wasted no time slowly skewering Killian's left nut, not breaking eye contact as he felt the needle tear through Killian's juicy plump.  Killian's eyes crossed and his knees looked like they were going to buckle but he stood firm in defiance as he licked his lips and winked at the man who had just put yet another hole in his sack.

"Bring it on, fuckers!" Killian growled and the man couldn't help but be turned on by the stud's amazing resolve.

As expected Araf's big Arab nuts were slammed three times in rapid succession making loud crunching noises as they were violently compressed to half of their girth. Araf was drooling and his nuts had taken on a bright rosy color.

The next audience member also chose Killian's left nut and Araf's already battered nuts were slammed four times rapidly, each feeling like a giant had stomped on them with his boot. Araf howled in anguish as - shockingly - his cock started to stiffen.  The next two players decided that Mark's untouched balls looked entirely too healthy, so skewered Killian's hitherto untouched right nut. Killian wailed and his knees trembled but he stood firm, his cock leaking precum as if he was actually enjoying the slow emasculation.

Marks sex organs were slammed twice by the piston, and as the audience could see, his nuts were markedly less firm than Araf's as each blow flattened them almost entirely.  Mark's eyes bugged out as he instinctively struggled against his bounds, his massive cock still jutting straight out. Seeing Mark so turned on was enough to make the next three players choose to impale Killian's throbbing right nut.  As the the time the last needle went clearly through Killian's right nut, Mark's sack was smashed five times in a blur of gene-pool culling impacts. The audience watched the instant replay salivating as Mark's nuts were mercilessly compressed to their limit. They were swelling, barely able to fit inside the girth of the tube and were turning bright red.

They were simply too tempting a target for the next player. Killian screamed and dropped to his knees as his fat right nut was punctured yet again, but the furry jock was careful to keep his hands inside the box painted at his feet. Mark thought he was going to pass out as six devastating blows slammed upward into his nuts, crushing them to less than a quarter of their normal girth each time. Despite the disorienting pain, Mark's cock was actually leaking precum and hadn't shriveled at all. The massive sperm spewer looking like it was ready to shoot at any moment. 

"Looks like someone is enjoying this!" 

The announcer motioned to Mark's throbbing cock as Killian slowly rose to his feet. He snarled as he put his hands behind his back and spread his legs wide as if begging for more. The next audience member slowly, very slowly, skewered Killian's right nut until it was protruding nearly two inches out the other side.  Killian's sack truly did look like a pincushion with eleven long needles sticking out of it in random directions, tears ran down his chiseled face in defiance of the eager expression that was pained on the pain pig's face. Mark's juicy plums were juiced seven times by the piston that was moving up and down so quickly it looked like a blur. His nuts looked decidedly unhealthy and had swollen to the point that they were pressing painfully against the sides of the tube.

"Do his left one!" Araf shouted, feeling left out, as the next player took the stage.

The man must have agreed had he slammed the needle he was holding into Killian's relatively untouched left nut. Araf dry heaved as the piston in his tube shot up five times in a row, each blow crushing just a few more of his delicate membranes. By now, all six testicle were in dire straights. The needles being jammed into Killian's sack at random angles were clearly doing damage and Araf and Mark's nuts each were swollen, red and barely holding their integrity. 

Remarkably, Mark's cock still looked like it was about to blow and Araf's fat tool was also leaking in its semi hard state, as was Killian's.

"These guys are glutens for punishment! Let's see if the next round will end it!"

The next guy on stage took a needle from the announcer and carefully eyed Araf and Mark. Mark's sack was in worse shape so would probably be the first to blow, but Araf's untouched testicles were just begging to be turned to goop. Decisions, decisions.

The man locked eyes with Killian who was almost begging him to poke his nuts. The player smiled wickedly as he skewered Killian's danglers lengthwise, puncturing his left nut, then his right nut before it emerged from the other side. Killian's eyes crossed and he fell to his knees, coming dangerously close to falling outside of the marked area and activating the electromagnet.

Both Araf and Mark howled in tortured unison as both of their pistons rocketed up. Araf's spuds were pulped six times and Mark's were slammed eight. The subtle splotch that came from Mark's bag was drowned out by his hideous shrieking, yet his fuck stick continued to bob up and down with each heart beat.

Another player took the stage and eagerly jammed a needle into Killian's ridiculously swollen, wholly right nut. Mark yowled as the piston slammed into his swollen trapped nuts nine times. Another splotch echoed through his body as his now-purple nuts, though swollen, had taken on a permanently flattened appearance. Despite the fact Mark felt like he was about to pass out, his cock was still rock hard, throbbing and ready to shoot.

Noticing this, the next player ran his needle into Killian's sack length wise, puncturing both the right and left testicles in his pincushion. Killian collapsed to his knees, keeping his hands firmly behind his back lest any part of his body fall outside of the marked safe zone on the stage. His cock was oozing and was starting to spring to life despite the awful state of his junk.

Araf shrieked as the piston slammed over and over into his nuts so quickly that there was no way for them to recover between blows. There was an audible pop after the fifth impact as something broke in his left nut.  Mark didn't fair any better. His abused scrotum was compressed - extremely violently - ten times. On the eighth blow his left nut imploded into soup. On the ninth several membranes in his right nut gave way. And on the tenth the unthinkable happened.

"Ooooh!"

Mark moaned as his cock erupted spewing rope after rope of cum all over the stage. His toned body tensed up as he convulsed from the mind numbing orgasm. By the time it was over, and the piston had retracted, his sack had been permanently flattened to half its normal width, the swollen abomination straining against the walls of the tube.

"Fuck yeah!" the player cheered as he incredulously watched Mark shooting his final load.

Mark's nuts were clearly destroyed, but that didn't stop the next three guys from lancing Killian's right nut, each time Killian struggled not to collapse into a heap and each time Mark's nuts were hammered more than a dozen times. 

BLOOSH

Mark's sack exploded as the piston was still slamming into them, filling the clear tube with its tendril like, gunky remains. 

SPLOTCH

The piston continued to destroy what was left for Mark's nuts until the requisite number of blows had been landed, each carrying the force of a hammer swung by a ripped muscle jock. Mark was quickly removed from the stage, leaving behind a puddle of jizz and a tube full of unrecognizable testicle tartar that was slowly oozing down the inside walls.

Thirteen needles were jutting out of Killian's right nut and seven out of the other. Killian was sobbing, barely able to stand up straight and Araf was panting heavily, sweating as his own swollen nuts pressed against the inside of the tube.

Now there were only a handful of players left in the audience. There was a very real chance Araf and Killian were going to walk away with severely damaged, but still recognizable cum tanks.

"Whose next?" the announcer called up.

A giddy young man who was barely in his twenties hopped onto the stage and took a needle. He ran it along Killian's chest, playfully poking at Killian's nipples before slowly running the head of the needle down Killian's torso. Killian closed his eyes and braced himself but even he was totally unprepared at what happened next. 

The presumably meek young man was anything but. The needle tore through Killian's left nut so aggressively that it felt like it had been driven in with a machine. Killian's eyes opened in shock and pain and his knees started to buckle. At the same time the piston between Araf's legs hammered upward again and again. And again. And again and again. Araf wailed in terror as the mechanism shot up more than a dozen times and was showing no signs of stopping.

"Oh! Should have mentioned this. Araf is now getting hit for every needle, his and Mark's. Oops," the announcer laughed.

SPLORTCH

On the eighteen and ninetieth blows Araf's eyes rolled into his head as his fat nuts catastrophically exploded. The piston kept going, slamming into the chunky goo as it crushed what was left of his tomatoes into tomato paste. As if in slow motion Killian's legs buckled and he fell to toward the ground, his mind clouded as over twenty needles poked out at various angles from this ball bag. Instinctively he reached out his hands to stop his fall. It was as a devastating mistake.

No sooner as his hands had hit the ground, clearly out of the safe zone, than a loud, low rumble came from beneath the stage.

"Nooooooo!" 

Killian's deep, booming voice thundered through the arena as all twenty-one needles were yanked toward the ground by the powerful magnet. To say that they tore through the internal structures of Killian's manhood like a hot knife through butter would be an understatement. It was more like a blowtorch through snow. To everyone's amazement - whilst Killian's balls were spliced into big, weighty chunks  - his half-hard cock let off a final, pitiful spurt of slushy baby batter. It was like a genetic gravy to the pile of shredded testicle mince meat that was painting the floor as the sharp metal lacerated his sack from the inside out.

Araf and Killian were quickly carried off stage for treatment as the audience got on stage to inspect the devastating mess left behind. It didn't take long before all of them had stroked out their own loads drowning what was left over of Araf, Mark and Killian's pounded and punctured balls.

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Someone asked if I would post the title of upcoming posts, so here ya' go! Feel free to send more suggestions via email trumansmith [at] gmail.com or on the suggestion form. I cannot guarantee that all of them will be written, but I will try.

Please be aware that the links will not  work until the morning (Eastern US time) of the day they are scheduled. If you click on them early you'll get a 'page not found' message; this is not a mistake :) 

Rupture Fest 2020: Thread the Needle, 3 December

Rupture Fest 2020: Thumpa Thumpa (Club Life, Vol 1), 10 December

Rupture Fest 2020: Geysers!, 17 December

Candy & Nuts, 24 December

Rupture Fest 2020: Finale, 31 December

The Tube 4 January (I don't really care for this story. The original is on Alex's blog here. I may rewrite this one day but for now, it is out of the publishing rotation)

Rupture Fest 2020: Loose Ends - January 4

POPS: There's Something About Travis, 7 January

The Tourist, 14 January

Two Nerds, One Jock, 21 January

Enemy of the State (24th Century Population Control), 28 January

The Burglar Gets Caught!, 4 February

The Ghost Network: Oh Brother, 11 February

Birthday Ball Bash, 18 February

Should Have Said Yes, 25 February

Family Feud - Roshambo, 4 March

Mother's Boyfriends, Son's Toys, 11 March

Fake Doctor, 18 March

Tyler Gripentrog's Rampage (Tyler Makes a Porno IV), 25 March

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Here's to hoping 2021 is less of a shit show! :) 

Rupture Fest 2020: Get Rid of That Junk REDUX

'Sandor' submitted this remixed version of his original story (here). Enjoy!

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Sandor hopped out of the back of his cab and darted toward the closed giant iron gates of the Country Club. The twenty-one year old was clearly frazzled with his hair in a wild mess and his 5'10" toned frame crammed into a mismatch outfit he had thrown on literally as he raced toward the door. Out of all the days to sleep through his alarm he though, none could possibly be worse than today.

Being invited to volunteer for Rupture Fest was a high honor among the internet's more extreme ball busting enthusiasts and he had been anxiously looking forward to it since he got his invitation nearly a year ago, yet here he was showing up several hours late.

Sandor ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to make himself look more presentable and straightened his shirt before he knocked at the blackened guardhouse window. Though Sandor could hear activity inside, no one came out for several minutes.

"Can I help you?" asked a towering burly security officer whose bulging muscles were almost breaking out of his tight white shirt.

He towered over Sandor and the young man instinctively took a step back, even as his eyes raced up and down the guards massive figure. He was at least 6'4", and every muscle was clearly outlined by his too-small shirt.

"I'm here for the Event,"  

Sandor handed the guard a white sheet of paper trimmed in gold leaf with only his name and a barcode printed in bold black letters. Sandor had coveted that ticket since the moment it showed up at his door so was a little annoyed with the guard gruffly snatched it away, nearly ripping it. The guard scanned the barcode with his phone and nodded.

"Hmm."

The guard went into his guardhouse and dialed a number. Sandor couldn't make out what was being said but the guard came out only a few seconds later and tossed the invitation back to Sandor.

"You're event is over, we don't need you anymore."

Sandor's heart sank. He placed a hand over the bulge in his purposefully too-tight jeans and put on his best pleading face.

"Officer, please! I've been looking forward to this forever and..."

The officer's stern face made it obvious he didn't care, though Sandor did notice his gaze was fixated on his bulge. Sandor took a step toward him and boldly placed a hand on the officer's heavy, thick metal baton that was in his waistband.

"Well you know what this Event is, don't you? I bet you could help me out,"

The officer's stoic expression slackened a bit and beads of sweat formed across his brow. A distinct tubular bulge started to appear in his black slacks.

"Um, hang on..."

The exasperated officer went back into the guardhouse and made another call. This one lasted longer than the first and Sandor strained to listen in.

"I don't care what you do with him, just get rid of that junk!" an annoyed voice shouted at the guard before the call was abruptly ended.

The guard reemerged and this time Sandor was sure the hunky guard was checking him out. He was sweating and seemed nervous like a kid preparing to do something he knows is naughty but didn't care. The guard licked his lips and motioned for Sandor to come into the guardhouse.

As soon as Sandor was inside, the guard closed and locked the doors and double checked to make sure the blackout shades were drawn. It was a small structure and the guard backed Sandor against a wall, all the while eyeing Sandor's bulging jeans. He pressed his left forearm against Sandor's neck, pinning him against the cold wall. Sandor's dick began to harden in the confined of his jeans.

Without warning the guard reached his huge calloused hand out and burred it in Sandor's jeans. Sandor let out a gasp as the guard's meaty fingers wrapped around his nuts, squeezing the life out of them like a vice. Sandor's nuts felt let they were going to pop, but instead of screaming Sandor moaned and reached out to put his hands on the guard's massive biceps and triceps, feeling up the muscles that were actively working to castrate him. 

Sandor choked out a "Thank you... sir," which only invigorated the guard and his hold on Sandor's balls. Despite the massive force deforming them, Sandor's well-conditioned balls held on.

"Strip!" the guard barked, releasing Sandor's neck.

Sandor gladly obeyed, stripping as sensually as possible, and was soon standing in front of the guard with his fat cock fully hard and his nuts drawn tight to his body. The guard's heart was racing as he pulled his baton out of its holster.

"You're really gonna..."

Before Sandor could finish egging on the guard - as if he needed it - the baton slammed into his nuts three times. Hard. 

WHACK, WHACK, SMACK!

He struggled to stay upright as the guard unleashed blow after blow, causing his sack to quickly turn pink and his balls to bounce violently. His knees buckled, but before he could fall to the ground the giant hand grabbed his throat, the fingers wholly encircling it.

"You aren't getting off that easy," the guard smirked maliciously, adjusting his grip on his baton. 

Holding a mostly limp Sandor, he kicked the boy's feet apart and brought the baton up again, hard, between Sandor's legs another five times. Sandor gasped and moaned, clutching onto the powerful hand suspending him as his cock spat out precum with each impact. The guard made eye contact with Sandor, blissed out between pain and pleasure, and the boy choked out another "Thank you, sir". Grunting with approval, the guard dropped him to the floor.

Sandor fell to his hands and knees, panting over the guard's feet.

"Clean my boots, bitch," the guard commanded as he pulled his tight shirt, damp with sweat, over his head to reveal his pecs and washboard abs. 

"I want them sparkling when they castrate you!"

Sandor happily complied, his dick jumping at the words. The guard grinned as Sandor enthusiastically tongue-bathed his leather boots, reaching over to take the occasional potshot with his baton at Sandor's reddening nuts from behind.

Satisfied at the spit-shine, the guard grabbed Sandor's hair and yanked him upwards into a sitting position. With a grin, he sent his heavy boot sailing between Sandor's legs. Sandor's eyes crossed and he moaned loudly as the guard punted his nuts again and again, until, after a particularly violent kick, Sandor's dick began to spew cum high into the air. Jets landed on the floor as well as on the guard's boots and slacks.

The guard let go of Sandor's hair, surveying the mess he had made. 

"Clean it up," he commanded and Sandor quickly got to work, panting as he licked cum off the boots and the floor under the guard's demeaning eye.

When he sat back up, he gasped, watching the guard pull his massive cock out of his slacks. It was over a full foot of meat, thick, and with two large pendulous nuts dangling below. The guard grabbed the back of Sandor's head and forced it forward onto his dick.

Sandor choked and sputtered as the meat was forced down his throat, but couldn't stop the guard as he skull fucked him. Instead Sandor was just forced to open his throat as pulled harder, forcing Sandor to deep throat the huge pole. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes but he kept eye contact with the guard, who was having the time of his life watching Sandor choke on his meat.

The guard nudged Sandor's legs apart with his spit-slicked boot, and then, finding his swollen nuts, pinned them between the boot's rough tread and the cold, unyielding concrete. Sandor's eyes went wide, but he whimpered, nodding, as he tried to get out a "pweese shir" around the meat in his mouth.

The guard just smirked as he began to apply pressure to Sandor's balls. The guard savored it as he slowly deformed the nuts on the floor. Sandor whimpered and moaned, sucking the best he could as the guard roughly slammed his head between the hairy, musky base of his cock and halfway mark, always keeping the head of his cock deep in Sandor's throat.

Sandor could feel his balls flattening, deforming up into the patterned tread of the guard's boot. He had been expecting to be nutted in front of a crowd of jeering, horny men, but he was almost happier to be castrated here for the pleasure of this bull of a man.

Sandor's nuts were crushed to less than half their normal shape and he whined in gut-wrenching agony.  His dick, still hard after his last load, liberally leaked a stream of precum onto the guard's boot. With a grunt of pleasure, the guard grabbed Sandor's head and pulled it to the base of his cock, forcing Sandor's nose into the musky hair at the base. He held Sandor there as his orgasm overtook him, spewing jet after jet of cum into Sandor's stomach. He leaned forward onto his boot as he did, increasing the pressure on Sandor's nuts

Sandor moaned loudly as he felt the guard's incredible weight settle further onto his balls, which were now a third of their normal diameter. Tears streamed out of his eyes as the guard pulled his wet dick of out Sandor's mouth with a loud POP.

He pulled Sandor's head instead to his large balls, which Sandor instantly began to suck. He pulled one into his mouth, they were too big to fit both, gently worshipping the guard's balls as he crushed Sandor's own. 

"Please, sir," he panted. 

"Please break my balls," he begged, staring up at the guard as he worshiped his big balls.

The guard just grunted in pleasure, stepping forward hard onto Sandor's balls. Sandor moaned loudly as his balls distorted, until they both heard the twin cracks of Sandor's balls fracturing. Sandor came instantly, again painting the guard's boots with cum, and the guard pushed just a little harder for good measure.

The guard knelt down in front of Sandor, roughly feeling up his balls as Sandor sat, still dazed. The guard found both nuts still intact, but with prominent fractures running around their edges. Sandor moaned in pain as the guard prodded the broken bits of his balls, but his dick was still, somehow, rock hard.

Seeing his slacks and shoes covered in cum, the guard quickly disrobed, pulling down his slacks and throwing his boots off. Sandor watched, dazed, gently feeling his broken balls and stroking his shaft.

Naked now, the guard grabbed his sweaty socks, balled them up, and shoved them into Sandor's mouth. Sandor moaned as the heady, masculine smell filled his mouth and nose, then jumped as the guard smacked his balls with his now bare foot.

The guard hauled Sandor up and over, flipping him over so his face was down on the concrete, his ass up in the air. The guard placed one foot over Sandor's face and head, pinning him to the floor. He moaned happily as the guard's toes curled around his nose, filling it with that sweaty smell.

The guard pointed his dick, wet with Sandor's spit, down at his asshole and thrusted down, spearing open the tight hole with his meat. Sandor moaned out loudly as the guard pushed down to the base, feeling the massive pole push his insides open. He could even feel his stomach bulge out as the guard ground his hips into Sandor's, but he couldn't move at all under the immense pressure of the guard's foot.

From where he was pile-driving Sandor, the guard could see his balls, red and bouncing and unguarded as he was fucked. He took advantage of the position to smack, flick, and twist the balls, causing Sandor to moan in pain through the socks as his fractured balls magnified the pain more than tenfold.

The guard continued to fuck Sandor hard, until he could feel his orgasm building deep within his balls again. He shifted his foot slightly, allowing Sandor to look up at him as he took one of Sandor's balls in each hand. He put each between his thumb and pointer finger, looking small even swollen in his meaty hands. Sandor, instantly understanding, began to nod and whine frantically under the guard's foot.

The guard just smirked at Sandor. 

"You're welcome, bitch," he sneered, as he poured all of his strength into crushing Sandor's balls.

He grunted, all his muscles standing out in perfect display as he flattened Sandor's balls like a pair of grapes. He felt each explode beneath his fingers, causing him and Sandor to both cum immediately.

Sandor painted his final load across the concrete as the guard filled his insides with hot cum. Sensing that Sandor was about to pass out, the guard grabbed Sandor under his arms and hoisted him against the wall. Sandor was intoxicated by the guard's masculine scent as he slammed his rock hard knee one final time into Sandor's crumbling nuts.

"Fuck yes!"

SPLISH

The guard's cock continued spewing cum like a hose as he felt Sandor's already dented sack catastrophically lose its shape under his knee. Sandor's sack was now full of nothing but mush.

Best day ever... Sandor thought as he collapsed into the guard's strong arms with a smile.

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Rupture Fest 2020: Hot Or Not?

VICTIMS: Darren Criss, Jacob Artist, Jake, Tyler, Oscar

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)

Five men stripped naked stood waving and smiling in front of an excited audience of men. In contrast to the contestants, the audience were mostly wearing slacks and button up shirts or polos, standard attire for a country club, only most of them were sporting tents in their pants as they literally salivated at the smiling men on stage. The phrase 'Hot or Not?' was glaring from a large display at the rear of the stage and in the middle of the stage were five metal stools attached that were bolted securely to a merry go round like disc shaped platform. In front of that platform was a device that looked like a studio camera on a tripod and it, like the platform, was a glossy, modern white that gave the whole affair an upscale appearance.

As high tempo music played  and spotlights swirled to hype up the crowd, two of the contestants were standing shoulder to shoulder alternating between waving at the crowd and giving each other knowing high fives. The crowd instantly recognized them as Darren Criss and Jacob Artist from their roles on the television series Glee and the pages of pop culture magazines. 

Darren Criss, 33

Jacob Artist, 28

Twenty-eight year old Jacob towered over the other contestants and his bronze skin shimmered under a sheen of sweat caused by the studio lights that further highlighted his rippled body. Beside him Darren flashed his boyishly handsome smile, waving with one arm whilst cupping his massive balls with the other. Both Jacob and his one-time co-start were packing truly impressive packages that seemed even bigger than any internet gossip had suggested. The two buddies were clearly soaking in the crowd's admiration for their chiseled bodies.

Darren and Jacob may have bought celebrity excitement, but the other three men on stage were garnering an equally rowdy reaction from the crowd. Jake was thirty-two with a handsome, albeit aged face hidden by the brim of his hat. At six foot tall, he was only slightly shorter than Jacob and his heavy sack swung as he waved at the crowd. Nearby was Tyler, a beautiful thirty-four year old who seemed to stand taller on the stage than his five foot ten inch frame, his dark black hair perfectly quaffed and his massive cock jutting toward the audience at full attention, throbbing as if some lucky watcher was about to be sprayed with jizz. Rounding out the contestants was Oscar, the shortest guy on stage  but easily rocking the biggest, fattest cock at nearly twelve inches semi-hard. The thin, fit lad's plump nuggets were tight against his incredibly inflated dick which he was pumping with both hands much to the crowd's delight. 

Jake, 32

Tyler, 34

Oscar, 28

The crowd's excitement had reached a fever pitch by the time the music had faded and a single spotlight shone on the stage. A sharply dressed emcee strolled out and was greeted with thunderous applause as Darren and the rest of the men on stage circled around him clapping. 

"Gentleman and not-so-gentle men, welcome to Hot Or Not!"

The handsome emcee worked the crowd up as a virtual army of black-clad men descended on the stage and quickly got the five contestants into position. Oscar, Tyler, Jake, Darren and Jacob were seated on the stools with their legs spread wide open with a spreader bar cross their thighs that was anchored to the round platform and their arms tied behind their backs. Despite their incredible vulnerability, all of them were grinning almost defiantly at what was to come. The stage hands worked silently as the young emcee explained the rules. Hot or Not was a game where the audience would be presented with each splayed contestant and would cheer their approval on how hot - or not- they felt the contestant was. At the end of the round, all five juicy sacks would be heated with microwave energy corresponding to how 'hot' the crowd had rated them. The display on the stage would show off the decibel rating of the cheering each guy received. The emcee ran his hand across the camera-like microwave emitter as he continued.

"We will show you each guy one at a time and you cheer for who is the hottest. Or whose nuts you want to see roasted into a puddle! The last guy with anything left gets an extra special treat!"

The emcee was so neatly dressed that few noticed that he was actually wearing heavy black boots - not the tidy dress shoes expected of his outfit - until he stomped them onto the stage with a loud echo. The crowd whooped in delight and the game began.

"Bring it on!" Darren shouted.

The circular platform started to slowly spin until Oscar was facing the crowd. His huge cock was rock hard and leaking and his balls were pressed tightly against his body.

"Round one! Presenting Oscar!"

The crowd erupted into cheers  as Oscar grinned and flexed his taught abs. After a brief whiles the platform rotated until Jake was facing the crowd. Jake only sneered at them but that was enough for the audience to cheer him on, every eye fixated on his big, fat nuts.

Next up was Tyler who elicited the loudest most enthusiastic cheering of the night. His cock was still raging and his heavy nuts were resting on the seat of the stool between his thighs. The platform continued to spin until Darren was presented. Thunderous applause filled the room as Darren soaked in the audience's adoration for this hefty nuts and perfect torso. Half the guys in the room were dreaming about Darren fucking them wildly and the other half was envisioning Darren's muscles bulging as they plowed his bubble butt.

Last on the rotation was Jacob who was greeted with the loudest applause, whistling and cheering of the night.

"Looks like we have a winner!"

The emcee gave signaled to someone off stage. With a whir the television-camera looking apparatus began to make a low key, rumbling vibration that was barely perceptible at first. The platform slowly rotated until Oscar was positioned directly in front of the machine. Suddenly Oscar's eyes crossed and he let out a high pitched wail. Almost immediately his trapped nuts started to turn a rosy pink and distinct burning smell filled the arena. The machine went silent as the merry go round rotated until Jake's wide spread legs were positioned in front of the microwave emitter which again rumbled to life. Jake's nuts quickly became extremely hot and he bit his lip to avoid yelling out. The sensation lasted too long for comfort before the platform rotated to Tyler.

Ironically, hearing Oscar scream had made Tyler's cock steely hard and it pulsed as its base and his massive nuts were roasted by the invisible beam. Tyler let out a moan of pleasure as tiny welts appeared on his sack.  Darren was up next.

"Make me sing soprano!"

He gave the audience a goofy grin as the machine's microwave beam began to roast his nuggets from the inside out. The massive, fluid filled orbs seemed to visibly vibrate under the assault, though that could have just been the result of Darren's torso tensing as he moaned and screamed.

Despite the fact that his nuts felt like they were on fire, Darren broke into singing an octave scale, occasionally letting his voice creak comically high. The crowd roared at the effect.

Finally it was Jacob's turn. He took a deep breath as the machine seemed to take longer than usual to start up. He had 'won' the round so braced himself for the coming pain which he knew would be more intense than the others which were themselves quite painful judging by their reactions. Jacob, however was totally unprepared for what happened next.

He let out a falsetto scream that cause the audience to laugh but unlike Darren, Jacob wasn't performing. Every muscle in his taught body tensed as his mind was so overwhelmed by the boiling sensation in his massive testicles that he couldn't concentrate on anything left. His entire world was resting between his muscular thighs and it was on fire.

"Fuck!" 

He screamed as the beam roasted his nuts until they were puffy and reddened, the unmistakable smell of cooking meat lingered as the machine powered down. 

"Round one complete!"

The emcee roused the crowd to applaud as the merry go round platform rotated yet again until Oscar was facing his turn at the device.

"So, you all saw what happened to Jacob Artist's meatballs when he won. How about we flip the script and let the guy who got off the easiest really get his balls roasted!"

The crowd quickly came to a realization that they could control the fate of the ten trapped nuts on the stage. Is there a pair on the brink? Be sure to really cheer for that guy on the next round. Want a stud's nuts to live on for more abuse? Stay silent for a turn or two. Despite the ostensible power they had, there was already a large faction of the crowd who was eager to see Jacob Artists' huge stones melt away into goo and the small sample they had just seen only wetted their appetite.

The screen counted down for the next round and the audience gave Oscar a mild cheer. They collectively wanted to see his huge cock and nuts stick around for a bit. Next was Jake. The riotous cheering, whistling and stomping made it clear that most of the audience wanted to see the cocky dude's nuts get roasted. Tyler was given a reprieve for the round and Darren egged the audience to cheer.

"Come on guys! Melt my junk!"

Finally was Jacob.  The machine registered slightly more noise from the crowd than with Jake so again, Jacob was  going to get the strongest blast of head to his goods. The platform rotated slowly until Oscar was facing the machine. The base of his rock hard cock turned beet red as his nuts were cooked from the inside out. He let out a pathetic whimper as the machine finished with him. Jake, having come in a close second place, let out a blood curdling scream and shoot his head so violently that his hat went flying into the audience. His face was a mask of pain as his cum filled nuts rolled in their sack.  The amount of time each microwave blast lasted was the same, only the intensity would differ between rounds, but Jake was sure that this turn lasted much longer than the first. He was panting heavily as the platform rotated for Tyler's turn.

Tyler let out a yelp mostly out of surprise than pain as his package was cooked. His donkey cock slowly started to deflate as the platform rotated. Darren wailed in sick pleasure as his beefy nuts were boiled in their own juices, his abs rippled like a literal washboard and his cock jumped as more and more of his sperm were vaporized. 

Next it was Jacob's turn. The handsome actor quivered as the machine kicked into high gear. His bronze nuts turned an angry red and he could feel his testicles doing summersaults in his sack as the liquid heated and expanded without bound. Hideous blisters erupted on his smooth scrotum and he let out a loud, long drone of anguish as his cock and balls were burned  by the invisible beam. After what felt like an eternity the machine stopped and the platform rotated to Oscar to prepare for the next round. 

While there was still a large contingent of guys who were going to scream their loudest for Jacob Artist's whale nuts to be fried, a growing number of them also wanted to see Tyler's sausage get steamed. His thick, fat cock had gone almost entirely limp and was laying on top of this balls helplessly. 

The round began and Oscar was again given a reprieve, the crowd mostly silent. Jake was met with excited yet muted jeers but Tyler's package elicited huge cheers and clapping. Darren came in a distant second and Jacob, to his chagrin, came in a clear first. Again.

Oscar was rotated into position and his balls were zapped with painful, but tolerable energy. Jake's berries turned even more rosy and he his thick legs instinctively tired to close. Tyler's eyes crossed and he let out a gurgling scream as his cock took the brunt of the microwaves. Every capillary and tube was stretched to its limit by the rapidly expanding liquid in his fuck stick and by the time it was over his cock had inflated noticeably and was cherry red. A huge segment of the crowd wanted to see what would happen if his dong suffered even more abuse...

Darren's cool finally started to crack as his massive nuts were thoroughly roasted from the inside out. He let out genuine screams as his beefy sack was nearly destroyed in the most painful bout yet. Though, ever the performer, he was able to get out a final jeer before being rotated from the front of the stage.

"Try again, bitches!" He shouted. If he could, he would have grabbed his sore, swollen nuts and shaken them at the ravenous crowd.

Finally it was Jacob's turn. Every water molecule in his impressive cock and balls instantly heated to nearly boiling and his sack became bright red and puffed out violently. His head shook back and forth as welts pierced his sack. His huge cock looked like it was going to split open and by the time the machine was finished with him, he was crying and panting. His balls had clearly taken the worst abuse and it showed. his entire package looked like it had just been plucked from a grill.

Tyler one the next round and his soft cock had permanently swollen like an overcooked sausage and literally steaming precum oozed out of its head. Jake one the next two rounds, the audience eager to knock the stoic jock down a couple pegs. His meaty nuts were blistered and red and his brain was barely able to comprehend it. It felt like they were on fire even after the machine stopped.

Oscar one the next round and his massive two-handed cock finally deflated, which made a too-tempting target for the audience. Oscar and Tyler alternated between second and first place and their increasingly cooked sausages were looking absolutely ruined.

"Oooh!"

Oscar faded in and out of consciousness as his thick fuck pole burst open sending a plume of steam rising between his legs. His whole body spasmed as the beam continued to roast his package. His left nut, already swollen by rounds of heating, was the next to go bursting open with an audible 'pop' as the trapped pressure escaped all at once.  The microwave emitter came to a stop only this time the platform did not rotate. As several stage hands stood by waiting to swoop in and take Oscar from the stage, the emcee walked between Oscar's legs and gave the audience a cheeky grin before lifting his foot and sending it crashing over and over into Oscar's crotch. The pelvis-splitting force was too much for what was left of Oscar's genitals and both of his nuts exploded into goo. His burst cock was flattened. The crowd roared as Oscar was quickly removed from the stage and carried off for treatment.

The platform rotated to Jake. By now all of their nuts had been thoroughly roasted and Jake's berries felt like they were going to melt away. He had won this round and wasn't entirely sure he was going to survive it, especially after what had happened to Oscar. Jake screamed as his boys were boiled alive and he thought his nuts were going to burst open just before the machine powered down and it was Tyler's turn. Tyler's fat cock had miraculously gotten semihard, jutting out pathetically and charred over his roasted nuts. Sperm, blood and water boiled and membranes in his nuts started to break as more and more chambers burst from the pressure.

"Fuck!"

Tyler's eyes bugged out as his cock let out a huge, final spurt of steaming hot jizz. It landed with thick wet splats all over the stage and his cock was still shooting as his scrotum erupted open and its boiled insides came oozing out. The emcee summarily stomped Tyler's crotch until his cock was a crumpled, ruined mound of flesh before stepping aside and letting the staff clear him away.   

Darren was next and his massive, swollen, red and bleeding nuts barely held their shape as unbelievable pressure build inside. It felt like he was being kicked in the nuts by a bull but the cocky jock was able to keep a sick smile on his face throughout his turn. Last for the round was Jacob Artist who had taken the most collective abuse .  His package was a charred looking ruin on the brink of utter collapse, but somehow it miraculously survived the round and the hysterical stud had just started to breath a sigh of relief when the machine started to rumble. 

The lights in the arena dimmed and the emcee, though keeping his cool, was clearly confused and slightly alarmed.

"Ooooh!"

Jacob's nuts started to violently jiggle and bounce and his super heated cock started to swell. The lights  dimmed again and the panel display above the stage went dark. Smoke began to rise from the microwave emitter and Jacob's entire body tensed up brilliantly highlighting every gym-toned muscle as he screamed in a tortured castrato. His heavy genitals continued to swell and the blisters that covered his sack and shaft started rupturing. The overheating machine was making a loud drone and Jacob stared into the audience in horror just as his entire oversized manhood exploded. Violently. 

"Ahh!"

A man standing near the stage and jacking to Jacob's demise was hit in the face with a steaming hot spray of gunk. He screamed - mostly out of shock than pain - as did several others who were showered with the steaming tendrils and chunks that gushed out in all directions. Jacob continued to scream and scream as aides rushed to the sleek, gunk covered microwave emitter, finally silencing the malfunctioning machine. There was absolutely nothing left of Jacob Artist's beautiful equipment except for the hot mess that had sprayed all over the audience and the stage. He was drooling and moaning as he was carried away.

"Oops, that wasn't supposed to happen," the emcee laughed.

The audience chuckled.

"I guess Jacob Artist has left the building, haha. And our microwave contraption is clearly out of commission... but we still have two more sets left."

The platform rotated until Jake was facing the audience. His beet red, ridiculously puffy nuts and purplish-black cock was sitting heavy between his legs. The emcee winked at him as he placed his heavy boot on top of them and started to press down, crushing Jake's softened equipment between his boot and the top of the stool. Jake threw his head back and wailed as his balls and cock got flatter and flatter. The internal structure of his junk had been horribly weakened by the pressure and heat from his previous rounds of the beam and they were barely holding up now against the pressure of the emcee's boot.

"Crush it! Crush it!"

Darren, his own huge balls on the brink of collapse and his throat hoarse from screaming, was actually egging the crowd into a chant. 

"Crush it! Crush it!"

Jake's eyes bulged as a loud double splish signaled the absolute end of his balls. His thick cock was flattened but was at least recognizable unlike the burnt, mushy gloop dripping off the emcee's boot. Like clockwork, the stage hands descended on the stage and ushered Jake off of the stage, his inhuman screams echoing long after he had been taken backstage. 

Only Darren was left. The stage rotated until he was facing the audience.

The emcee lifted his leg and placed his boot on top of Darren's puffed, red and oozing sack. They had been roasted and steamed so much they were barely holding their shape. There was no way they would survive even a mild stomping.

"Fuck yeah man!"

Darren locked eyes with the emcee and gazed so intensely into his eyes that the handsome young presenter felt his heart flutter. This awesomely handsome actor was literally begging for his balls to be crushed.

The emcee started to apply a slight bit of pressure and Darren threw his head back and let out a howling sound midway between a laugh and a scream. Darren's package flattened under the heavy, grinding boot and Darren's eyes crossed as he drooled, unable to even process what was happening anymore.

SPLISH

The emcee kept pressing into the stool.

SQUICK

Darren's last nut just collapsed into nothing, a hot pile of mush.

SPLOSH

Darren gave the emcee a look of pure ecstasy as his abused dick flattened to a quarter inch, bursting open and spilling its chunky insides all over the stool. The emcee smiled as he lifted his boot with strings of testicle hanging from it like stalactites.

"Guess he'll be singing soprano from now on!"

Everyone laughed.