Lucas and Zach were two mostly harmless man-children in their mid-forties who shared a love of ball busting since college. Their antics were painful yet benign such as towel snaps, cup checks, nut ball tournaments and they turned their passion for ending lineages into a side hustle producing ball busting video clips for sale online. Luckily, it wasn't hard to find volunteers from the local college willing to have their balls bashed in for cash, especially after some of them started realizing that the ball busting actually got them horny. It didn't matter to Lucas and Zach that they spent more on paying models and buying props than they made on video sales. Having a parade of handsome guys willingly letting their nuts get cracked was more important than money.
They frequently spiced up their clips with humorous effects like comical crunching sounds when a jock took a baseball to the nuts and had gotten into using practical effects. One of their most popular clips named Stud Destroyed! used a mannequin, a hot model able to scream on que, two silicone testicles and surprisingly masterful editing to make it look like they had actually ruptured a lad's balls with a baseball pitching machine. Lucas and Zach running from behind the camera in panic and the lad passing out with a bleeding crotch was so convincing that their web platform initially banned them until they proved it was all smoke and mirrors.
Almost overnight, fueled by sales of Stud Destroyed! that went viral, their little store was actually turning a small profit and the two were thrilled that thousands of guys were enjoying their work. Their follow up was going to show Zach dressed as a mad scientist 'curing' their buddy Bruce of his polyorchidism. Bruce was a ridiculously hot DILF born with three rather large testicles who was such a loyal friend he agreed to star in one of Lucas and Zach's wacky videos. Unfortunately after a comedy of errors, Bruce's fat middle nut catastrophically burst. At the hospital Bruce was cool enough to tell the doctors it was just a stupid prank gone wrong and the gelatinous sludge formerly known as Bruce's middle ball was unceremoniously suctioned out.
Shockingly, Bruce stayed friends with the two - after all most guys can't say they lost a nut yet still have two perfectly functional orbs - though he made it clear he was done volunteering, at least as a bustee. He even let them use the footage of his actual one-third castration which became a wild success. The two had shown they were wizards of special effects so most just assumed the visual of Bruce's nut collapsing like a soufflé was a hot - but not real - illusion. But some guys figured it out and ravenously awaited Lucas and Zach's next production.
They kept making brutal (but compared to an actual exploding testicle, relatively vanilla) busting scenarios finding that a select subset of the young models wanted the 'Bruce Special'. They all knew that Bruce's pancaking nut wasn't a special effect and were eager to go down as mini-celebrities in the obscura underworld of ball busting lore. And Lucas and Zach were more than willing to oblige.
For months they had been teasing a series of videos called Fake Teacher , building up excitement for what they promised was going to be a string of explosive testicular ruptures all shown using special effects. There would also be vanilla edits that didn't directly show the ball destruction, but the X-rated versions were going to be the real stars. Only one other gay ball busting video store, an outfit run by a young German producer and his group of friends with surprisingly tough nuts, had more cachet than Lucas and Zach's newly-rebranded Nut Cracking Daddies.com.
Finally, it was the day to film Fake Teacher. A professor at nearby Amajor University was a fan of the site and arranged for them to film in a building on campus that had been mothballed since COVID. There were five models on set, Aaron and his brother Kirk, Matt, Riley and Duncan, who were all regular models on the site and had become good friends with Lucas and Zach. In the weeks leading up to filming, they had all shot countless hours of brutal ball busting footage that could be mined for dozens of videos even after their official careers as ball-busting models ended due to lack of proper equipment, an outcome everyone knew was highly likely.
The crew spent the morning filming B-roll footage to setup the flimsy porn-quality 'plot' of the videos. Basically the five were shown to be rebellious bad-boys who were reeking havoc at their elite prep school and were forced to spend an afternoon in detention. Bruce had volunteered to play the part of a substitute teacher with a mean streak. He had appeared in a few clips since losing his middle nut as a buster and the audience seemed to enjoy the hot, fit daddy squashing the young model's packages.
The five young men were wearing matching khakis and button up white shirts to make it look like they were wearing school uniforms and were seated spaced out in the classroom. After being sure all of his cameras were setup Lucas gave the signal to begin and he and Zach were circling making sure to capture even more angles on their portable cameras.
"You aren't even a real teacher!"
Riley teased as all five of the punished students were pelting Bruce with paper balls. Bruce was barely fitting his slacks and shirt and was sporting dorky fake glasses and a too-short skinny tie to finish out his costume as a hapless fake teacher.
"Quiet!" Bruce said in a comically girlish voice.
The jeering boys just laughed and continued to heckle until Bruce crossed his big arms in front of his chest and his natural, booming voice thundered through the classroom.
"I will have order here!"
The students all acted taken aback by the teacher's sudden show of authority. Obviously real students wouldn't have capitulated so quickly, but they were filming porn not the next great independent movie.
On que Duncan threw one more wad of paper, turning away and whistling innocently as Bruce picked it up and growled. Duncan was twenty slightly pudgy and boyishly handsome with shoulder-length blonde hair. He put a hand over the bulge in his lap casually as he whistled and pretending not to know who had thrown the paper. Duncan was a fan favorite of the site and his large nuts had proven to take a tremendous amount of abuse that ironically made the horny young man hard as a rock.
Bruce walked up to his desk and towered over him, huffing indignantly.
"So you're a prankster, huh? Krushnutz Academy boys value discipline and order and I will have both!"
It was all Lucas and Zach could do not to laugh out loud as Bruce chewed the scenery. Bruce ordered Duncan to his feet and no sooner as he stood up than Bruce reached out and cupped the bulge in his slacks. The other four boys watched and giggled as Bruce setup the scene.
"I know," Bruce started, "There are five of you clowns so how about I show you five different punishments for your awful behavior!"
Duncan swallowed hard as he eyed the powerful man holding his balls, knowing that Bruce could easily give them a devastating squeeze or punch. He lead Duncan literally by the balls to the teacher's desk at the front of the room. He brushed off the stacks of papers and other props with a wave of his arm and motioned for Duncan to stand closer.
"Wha-what are you doing?"
Bruce scoffed.
"You know, you really don't deserve to wear that uniform. Remove your trousers and underwear at once young man!"
The other students laughed as Duncan stepped out of his pants and underwear letting his large, heavy danglers fall forward. Duncan's fat nuggets had brought in a lot of viewers and after seeing the way Bruce was eying them Zach was glad they had a stockpile of footage of them in their healthy, round state. Bruce yanked Duncan's balls and positioned them on the table top. Duncan was really hamming up his performance as a bad boy, calling Bruce every name in the book as he held his balls on the wooden desktop.
"Get your hands off of my you pervert!" Duncan almost sounded convincing in his disgust, although he actually wanted Bruce to rip his own clothes off an fuck his brains out.
Bruce scowled.
"Krushnutz Academy won't tolerate your behavior, Duncan. I think it's time you learned a lesson.
CLICK
Bruce used a clamp that just happened to be on the desk and placed it on Duncan's sack just behind his balls. As Bruce screwed the clamp to the table, Duncan half-heartedly tried to pull away but he was literally trapped by the balls. The fat nearly-egg sized ovals were trapped on the desk for whatever machinations Bruce could think up. Bruce had discussed the overall ideas with Lucas and Zach but no one knew how the actual scenarios would unfold once the cameras were rolling.
Bruce pulled a wooden ruler from the desk and positioned it over Duncan's bulging nuts.
"What are you doing, pervert! Fucking let me go!"
Duncan acted like he was trying to escape but that only made his nuts jiggle invitingly. Bruce lined up his aim before sending the ruler down full force on Duncan's nuts. He let out a gasp as Bruce slammed the ruler down as hard as he could smashing both nuts into the desk.
"Krushnutz Academy..."
SLAP
"...will not tolerate..."
SLAP
"...disobedience!"
Bruce went to town on Duncan's sack as he pretended to lecture the young man about the virtues of discipline. At one point he made a not-subtle comment about how it would be a shame if Duncan wasn't able to send his own children to the academy.
Duncan moaned as his sack turned pink, then red. The wooden ruler was leaving a few splinters in his sack which were being driven further in on subsequent blows. The watching boys protested weakly - again, it was a porn plot, not high art - pleading for Bruce to stop but that just seemed to fuel Bruce more. Zach and Lucas were pleased at how well Duncan and Bruce were doing and they were zooming in on his swelling, reddened sack from multiple angles.
After nearly a half hour, Bruce set down the ruler and pulled another one out of the desk. It was metal and thick. Actually, it was a heavy metal bar with measurement marks drawn on it crudely in permanent marker. Part of Nut Cracking Daddy's aesthetic were the wonky props and this piece fit right in. Duncan, who had been taking the hits with the wooden ruler in stride gulped at the sight of the metal bar and it wasn't just him being dramatic.
Bruce slammed it against his palm and a loud splat echoed through the classroom. The other boys watched as Bruce lined up the bar and slammed it down as hard as he could. The poorly aimed hit struck Duncan's left nut and everyone, including Lucas and Zach, instinctively winced at the wet splat. Duncan let out a hilarious high pitched scream that was equal parts over-acting and genuine pain. Bruce didn't give Duncan any time to recover and the metal bar became a blur, slamming into Duncan's nuts as Bruce continued lecturing him about the importance of discipline. Duncan's nuts were turning nice and rosy and were bouncing wildly, filling his guts were burning pain but his cock was rock hard.
After Bruce had tired of the metal bar, he upgraded to a meat tenderizer that he had pre-staged in the drawer.
"I like to keep this handy in case I need to tenderize the meatballs I have for lunch," Bruce said with a wink.
Zach chuckled and the other students snickered as Duncan looked on with a mix of terror and anticipation. His leaking cock made it clear that anticipation was winning the day.
CRUNCH
Duncan squealed as his balls were flattened against the desk. Bruce was clearly enjoying culling Duncan out of the gene pool and was more than willing to give him the 'Bruce Special'. The amount of actual time it took for Bruce to start doing damage was much longer than internet fiction makes it seem, so Lucas and Zach were surely going to edit down the final result. Bruce was sweating and Duncan was thrashing and delirious as purple-black bruises erupted all over his young sack. They were markedly less firm after the barrage of blows and Bruce was impressed with the fortitude of the young man's nuts.
The other students were all rock hard, pretending to protest as they watched their buddy get wasted by the hot DIFL. Bruce continued to over-act his teacher role to hilarious effect.
"I'm about to teach you two very valuable lessons, Duncan!"
SPLAT
Duncan's purple, swollen left nut was nearly cracked. Duncan screamed and tried to pull away from the desk but he was thoroughly in place, held by his nuts.
CRUNCH!
Duncan's right nut was compressed dangerously under the mallet. Duncan felt like he was going to actually black out and Bruce recognized it. He placed a hand gently on Duncan's shoulder and looked him in the eye as he set down the mallet.
"Okay, Duncan. I think you've learned you're lesson. You're dismissed."
Duncan moaned, his balls throbbing and his cock dripping, as Lucas zoomed in on his horribly bloated, bruised and bloody sack. That was going to be the end of the 'G' rated version of the clip. Now it was time to destroy Duncan's odds of making lots of adorable kids.
"And we're rolling!" Zach shouted.
"So, Duncan. I guess you haven't learned your lesson after all. Very well."
Bruce pulled out a small wooden block, about two inches thick and barely large enough to cover Duncan's balls. On the underside were rows of metal spikes. Not needle sharp, but under pressure they would concentrate all of the weight from the top of the board onto whatever surface they were pressed against. Duncan had been gagged and was screaming as Bruce placed he spiked end of the board on top of his nuts before climbing on top of the desk.
"Let's see how you respond to a little pressure,"
Bruce stomped down on the top of the board and the metal spikes pressed into Duncan's boys. Duncan's eyes crossed and he tensed up as Bruce placed a shoe on the board and raised his other foot until all of his beefy weight was on the board. Duncan's nuts might have actually been able to handle it if the weight was spread evenly, but virtually all of it was on the spikes that were pressing into his nuts like daggers. Duncan screamed and writhed but Bruce kept his balance, placing hand on the ceiling to steady himself, as he jumped on the board. Duncan's nuts were horribly flattened and the young blonde screamed into his gag until...
SPLOOOTCH
Duncan's eyes grew huge as he felt both of his testicles burst. It wasn't a comical explosion, but it was clear that their membranes had ruptured and the insides were starting to ooze freely into his bag. If they had taken him to a hospital immediately it was likely Duncan's nuts could have been saved. But Bruce was never one to do anything part way.
CROOTSCH
Disgusting crunching and popping noises like gristle being pounded with a hammer marked the end of the beginning of Duncan's castration; it was time for the finale. Duncan let out a deep horrified scream as Bruce bounced on the board, making his balls get flatter and flatter and flatter. Zach's camera was zoomed in close as Duncan's sack deflated to a quarter inch thick. It was not a quick process. Duncan was screaming and pleading and the other students were wincing in sympathy as Duncan's nuts were totally crushed flat. When Bruce hopped off an pulled up the board, Duncan's once round nuts were two meat patties that were not plumping back up. Duncan got in a hazy look at his ruined manhood and passed out as his cock let out a pathetic drool of cum.
"Cut!"
Duncan was unbound and taken into another classroom the crew had setup as an impromptu recovery area. He was groaning with an icepack over his crotch as Bruce and the others readied for the next scene. Zach and Lucas grinned at each other and the waiting students looked on nervously at what Bruce had setup on the front desk for the next scene. Unafraid, the students started heckling Bruce again.
"So what? You think you're a real teacher now? You're a fucking loser!" Aaron laughed.
The boys continued laughing and throwing paper at Bruce who pretended to be a meek substitute trying to get control of the class.
"Quiet! You don't want me to do what I did to your friend do you?"
Aaron sneered, "Yeah right! You wouldn't dare! My daddies are very important men and you would get in a lot of trouble!"
"Ha! He told you!" Riley joked.
Bruce huffed as a mischievous grin flashed on his face. As the students heckled him, Bruce pulled out his phone and pretended to flip through messages. He stopped as he walked up to Aaron and held up the phone. The text on the screen was too small for Zach or Lucas to capture on camera so they were going to include the text in post production. It read:
Dear Professor Kastra,
I understand that Riley has been a really bad boy. Please do whatever you need to do to get him into shape. We're getting too old for childish antics to make sure he won't bother us with grandkid, if you catch my drift.
- Thank you, Riley's Dads
Riley's face immediately went blank, half from his exaggerated acting and half from a genuine shiver of having his reproductive future threatened so blatantly. Bruce put the phone away and motioned grinned wickedly. Lucas and Zach wouldn't held but admire how hot their buddy Bruce looked bulging his shirt, somehow making comically nerdy glasses look hot and still sporting a massive bulge in his slacks even after losing a third of his manhood. No wonder he was one of the most popular busters on their site.
"Come to the front of the classroom, Riley. I want to show you something."
The other three students jeered and Riley continued to play the role of a petulant student as he approached the front of the room. Riley was a tall, very lanky young man with a face that was perpetually shadowed by his wildly long black hair. He called himself a skater boy, even though he lacked any of the requisite coordination, a fact that Lucas and Zach took advantage of in their wildly popular 'Skater Boy Busted' series where Riley would fall over and over trying to do tricks on his skateboard landing on a rail.
Riley's handsome, somewhat goofy grin and bubbly personality were probably what got fans interested in him, but his large, very low hanging balls. They were great for filming scenes like having him squat over a spinning garbage disposal or a wood chipper, his danglers just inches from danger. It also made them incredibly tempting targets for Bruce. Bruce didn't even have Riley strip before grabbing his shoulders smiling at him and ramming his knee into his crotch. Riley let out a deep scream - mostly from surprise - as Bruce bounced him like a ragdoll on his knee.
The juxtaposition of the relatively giant, muscular Bruce and the skinny, boyish Riley was quite popular with some of their fans and Bruce made sure to make this part of the scene last a while. Even Lucas winced watching Bruce's knee sink into Riley's crotch, flattening his juicy nuggets. To add to the impact, Bruce was slightly lifting Riley and slamming him down at the exact moment his knee was sailing upward. The effects were devastating for Riley's testicular membranes and Riley let out hilarious screams as Bruce laid into him. Bruce had done something similar to Riley numerous times but this time was distinctly different. The buff bustee was not holding anything back - why would he considering the day's agenda - and Bruce seemed to be wickedly enjoying the scene. It was obvious to Riley that Bruce wasn't going to stop until his balls were as fucked up as Duncan's...
"Oh fuck!"
Riley's cock throbbed at the prospect of being totally at Bruce's mercy and he let out a moan of pleasure that was choked by a scream of pain. The other watching models were all hard and stroking, eager for it to be their turns next and Lucas and Zach were capturing everything on film, stroking their own cocks as they watching Bruce destroying Riley. By the time Bruce was done, Riley's balls were nicely swollen even though his slacks. The crew had captured nearly a half hour of bulge warping knees, a visual that sold well.
CRUNCH
Riley was hoarse from screaming but let out an earsplitting squeal after Bruce delivered his final knee, a devastating blow that trapped Riley's swollen right nut between the edge of Bruce's knee and Riley's body. It literally felt like the trapped spud was going to burst and Riley nearly threw up. Ordinarily the crew would have immediately stopped filming with a model looking so pained, but this was a special shoot.
"I think you've learned your lesson, Riley!" Bruce barked.
Riley clutched his battered nuts through his slacks and collapsed to his knees wheezing. Lucas was surprised he didn't just tumble over, but the handsome young man almost looked frozen - as if he was in too much pain to even collapse fully.
"Cut!" Zach called out. That would be the end of Riley's G-rated clip. It was finale time!
Bruce motioned Riley toward the desk where he had setup quite a wicked contraption for destroying balls. He had placed a bowl of water on a holder suspended over a Bunsen burner. The contraption had been bubbling away during Riley's ridiculously long knee session and was now rapidly boiling. Riley his arms tied behind his back and his ankles shackled to the desk as he was forced to squat with his nuts inches from the water. For the first time Riley looked genuinely horrified. That just made Bruce's cock throb.
"Okay, and we're rolling!"
Lucas and Zach didn't know exactly what fate Bruce had for each model but Riley's fate seemed painfully obvious.
"Ring, ring! Ring, ring!"
Bruce made a sad excuse for a ringing cellphone as he pulled his phone out and pretended to talk on it. They would add a proper sound effect in post production.
"Ah, yes. Hello, sir. Yes, I kicked him for about a half hour non stop.... Yes, they are very swollen. You want me to do what?... Okay, I can do that."
"Oh, Riley, that was your dad. He said he wants me to give you an oyster bake,"
Bruce stood up on a step ladder behind Riley and placed his hands on the skinny guy's shoulders. Bruce was able to effortlessly start pushing down him, forcing him toward the bubbling liquid.
"No! Please! Professor don't!"
Riley was desperately trying to keep his squatted knees locked to avoid lowering further, but Bruce was effortlessly winning. Riley yelped and screamed as the heat from the boiling pot caused his dangling testicles to scurry toward his body. They were too slow.
"Holy fuck! Holy fuck!"
Riley started thrashing and screaming hysterically as his balls sank into the boiling water. They instantly turned lobster red. Even Bruce was stunned at how powerful the lank lad became once his balls were literally boiling. No matter how much Riley struggled Bruce kept him forced to squat. Riley was crying and begging, pleading for mercy until he was so overwhelmed that he finally broke character.
"Bruce! Stop! Please!" Riley was frantic. His balls felt like they were on fire. His skin was bright red and starting to blister. Inside his sack, his delicate sperm ducts were starting to boil and scar. Sperm cells were dying by the millions.
That desperate plea just seemed to make Bruce, Lucas and Zach especially hot. Riley would have passed out if he wasn't being held up by Bruce.
"Ooomargotty!
Lucas couldn't help but chuckle at the completely nonsense word Riley screamed the instant his left nut started to be critically damaged by the heat. It was like his nuts swan song.
"Hmm, I guess it's time we take them out of the water..."
Bruce let go of Riley and the young man weakly stood up, but his low hanging, swollen and damaged nuts stayed in the bowl. Bruce hopped off and removed the water bowl but kept the burner in place.
"Holy shit!" Kirk screamed, nearly blowing his load as Bruce hopped back on his stool and grabbed Riley's shoulders.
The dazed Riley suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that his already boiled nuts were now dangling over an open flame.
Riley let out a gut wrenching scream "Dude! No!"
The smell of Riley's short scrotum hairs burning away filled the classroom. Zach had to look away as Riley's nuts boiled from the inside, blistering and turning purplish-pink. Riley was gurgling, thrashing wildly before suddenly blacking out. Bruce let Riley's body slump forward a bit, making his sack rest directly in the flame for longer than necessary.
"You're roasting his nuts!" Matt exclaimed breathlessly as he watched his buddy's sack bulge and swell.
"Well? Come help him. Turn off the burner, Matt,"
Bruce commanded, sounding so casual it was if he had just asked the fake student to turn on the projector. Matt slowly made his way to the burner and turned it off. Bruce stepped down and pointed for Matt to get back to his seat.
"Yes, these are definitely damaged," Bruce rolled Matt's charred sack in his hand, squashing the boiled nuts and pressing his thumbs in.
"You know boys, testicles aren't as strong when they've been heated."
Bruce pulled a pair of pliers out of the desk drawer and stood in front of Riley. He was totally blacked out slumped on his knees with his burned nuts resting on the desktop. Bruce casually ensnared Riley's right nut in the pliers and depressed as hard as he could. The results were immediate.
SQUICK
Half of Riley's family tree was toast. Cracked in two. Bruce could have easily left Riley's last baby maker uncracked but he promised a messy end...
SQUICK
Riley barely stirred to register the bursting of his left nut. The huge thing popped explosively, its hot guts flooding his sack. Bruce enjoyed feeling Riley's splattered yolk ooze out of his flattening egg. Bruce took Riley's sack in his hands and rolled his broken and splattered orbs in his hands.
"What a shame. All because he couldn't keep quiet in class,"
"Cut!"
Riley was taken down and put into the makeshift recovery room. Thankfully for him he hadn't yet regained consciousness so hadn't yet experienced a moment of the horrible agony and loss of losing his nuts boiled and cracked.
It was down to Aaron, Matt and Kirk. The three models looked at each other with nervous excitement. All six of their nuts were shrinking into their bodies in primal terror.
"Action!" Lucas called out.
The three jumped back into character, joking loudly, throwing paper and making fun of Bruce's teacher character.
"Quiet! Or do you want what happened to Riley to happen to you?"
"Yeah right old man!" Matt laughed, hurling a ball of paper directly at Bruce.
Bruce gave a comical over reaction, pretending that his dorky glasses had been knocked askew. His face grew serious and he crossed his arms in front of him and tapped his foot.
"Matt! Come up here this instant."
Matt laughed as he gave his classmates high fives.
"This punk teacher isn't gonna' break me!"
He grabbed the bulge of his junk through his slacks and shook smugly as he approached Bruce. On the desk Bruce had setup a Newton's cradle and the loud clacking of the balls hitting each other was audible even over the boys' heckling. Matt was in his mid twenties, a somewhat short guy with dirty blonde hair and a toned build. He was hardly a gym rat but his cockiness compensated for his lack of chiseled abs. He had absolutely massive, meaty round balls that were quite spherical. Matt easily had the largest balls of any of the models that day and he knew it.
As soon as Matt was standing in front of Bruce, Bruce cracked his knuckles before quickly reaching down and grabbing Matt by the balls through his pants. Matt could feel Bruce's big strong hand barely grasping his nuts knowing that at any moment Bruce could turn into a human nut cracker. Bruce just gently rolled Matt's balls like dice as he proceeded to give him a lecture about proper behavior. Bruce was really chewing the scenery and Lucas and Zach loved the cheesy performances all the actors were giving.
"Blah, blah, blah. Are you done?" Matt interrupted Bruce's tirade and Bruce was furious.
Matt yelped like a scared dog as Bruce suddenly tightened his grip significantly, smashing his balls together.
"You know what, I think it's time you learned to listen, Matt!"
Matt pretended to fight back as Bruce ripped his uniform off like an animal and forced him to sit down in a chair with a broad seat. His arms were tied behind his back and his ankles were kept far apart with a spreader bar. Matt moaned as Bruce placed the last thick donut shaped ring around his scrotum, forcing his balls to bulge at the very end of his sack in the middle of the chair. His testicles bulged obscenely, bulging so much that the skin of his shaved scrotum was shiny - looking like his nuts would pop out at any moment.
"You'd better let me go you pervert!"
Bruce ignored him and fetched two heavy rubber Bongers from the desk drawer. He set them down in front of Matt who suddenly started to sweat at the sight of them. Bruce reset the Newton's cradle on the desk and it was making a clacking sound at regular intervals.
"Now, Matt. I want you to announce every time you hear the sound. If you don't I'll teach you a lesson."
Bruce knelt in front of Matt holding a bonger with each hand. Matt said 'here' every time he heard the metal balls on the desk clack together. Eventually the toy slowed down and stopped and Matt sat silently.
CRUNCH
Matt screamed as Bruce slammed the Bonger down full force on his right nut, followed by the second bonger on his left nut.
"Dude! What the fuck! They aren't even moving... FUCK!"
Bruce slameed the bongers down again the same way, right left.
"What the fuck!"
"Keep count! You heard the rhythm, now keep it going,"
Bruce was keeping the metronome like rythym in his head perfectly but the distracted Matt was horribly off.
SLAM
Matt's eyes glossed over as his balls were struck twice rapidly. He tried to get the ryhtym right in his head but he couldn't and his balls were slammed one after another every few seconds. Bruce was laying every ounce of strength he had into slamming Matt's nuts which were swelling and purple. He wasn't even trying to play the game anymore, he was just sobbing and thrashing and crying as his nuts were pounded.
"You aren't doing very well at all,"
Bruce grinned. Matt's balls weren't as resistant to deformation as they had been after the relentless pounding and the young model was hysterically sobbing and begging for them to spare his huge nuts.
"Not my fucking balls!"
SLAM
"Maybe you'd play along if the stakes were higher,"
The crew thought Matt was going to actually escape, such as his frantic panic when he saw Bruce produce two rubber mallets instead of the bongers.
"I guess we won't have a G-rated ending for Matt," Zach chuckled.
Matt was screaming, barely able to think through the fog of having his testicles nearly cracked.
SPLOTCH
Matt's right nut suffered a hairline fracture under the mallet. Matt's face was stuck in a confused, tortured expression. His mind was blown with the feeling of a nut actually being damaged but Bruce was right on cue.
CRUNCH
Bruce methodically pounded Matt's enormous spuds until they were both slightly less round. Not horribly damaged - yet - but Bruce wasn't showing any signs of stopping.
"Well, young man. I think you've learned your lesson,"
Bruce stepped back so that the cameras could zoom in on Matt's swollen, purple, flattened balls. They were still mostly round, but looked like a giant invisible weight was resting on them since they refused to plump back up. Matt let out a sigh of relief as he looked down at his mortally wounded but not totally destroyed nut sack. No one paid attention as Bruce went to fetch a final tool from the desk.
Matt let out a tremendous howl when he saw the enormous hammer Bruce was carrying. It actually resembled a sledge hammer with a shortened handle. Lucas' cock nearly shot off as Bruce reset the metronome-like toy on the desk and the balls started hitting each other with metallic clacking.
"Nooo!" Matt screamed as Bruce slammed the sledge hammer into his sack.
CRUUUNCH.
Matt's testicles were history. They both catastrophically collapsed inside his sack, permanently dented.
CRUUUNCH
Matt nearly passed out as his sack was further flattened at regular intervals, Bruce was perfectly in beat with the rhythm. Every hammer strike pulped what was left of Matt's huge nuts until they were nothing but a thick slurry and his once money-making baby makers were nothing but baby food. There was barely anything resembling a testicle in his sack and Matt was slumped over, sweaty and defeated.
"Cut!" Zach called out.
Zach and Lucas untied their star model, both of them a little sad that his extremely popular punching bags were out of commission. But guys like Matt seemed to be a dime a dozen and they were sure he could be quickly replaced with an equally well-hung masochist.
Mat, Riley and Duncan moaned and groaned in the recovery room as Kirk and Aaron prepared to have their nuts snuffed out by Bruce. With just two students left, the models had to be extra rambunctious to convincingly heckle their teacher. Bruce, sweaty from the exertion of ruining six testicles already, was ready for the finale.
"Both of you had better be quiet! You already saw what I did to your trouble making friends," Bruce growled.
The boys just laughed.
"Yeah, no way you'd do that to us. We'll call the police on you!" Kirk shouted, hurling a paper ball at Bruce.
Bruce noticed Aaron was rubbing his throbbing cock through his uniform eager to have his berries juiced. He grinned as he approached the two models.
"Stand up, right now! It's time for your lesson!"
Aaron and Kirk stood to their feet. Despite being two years apart, the two mid-twenties brothers looked quite similar - almost like twins - with beefy not particularly defined bodies and friendly, somewhat goofy looking faces. Their blonde hair was always overgrown but they were shaved nearly bald for this shoot. They were both modestly hung but their massive cocks made them quite popular. However, the trait that kept viewers coming back for more were their ridiculously high pain tolerances. Lucas and Zach once tried to literally pop Aaron's balls with a baseball shooting machine only to have the horny stud laugh off the impacts as he shot a creamy load all over himself. It was obvious from the trail of broken nuts in his wake that Bruce was going to be more successful.
Bruce grabbed both of their bulging slacks and squeezed as hard as he could. They both let out gasps of shock as Bruce pulled them by their sperm chords to the front of the room. He pulled down their slacks and smiled to see both of them were fully hard and their thick foot long poles were jutting straight out over their sacks.
"It looks like you two liked what happened to your buddies," Bruce chuckled.
"Let me not waste any more time. I have something special lined up for you."
Bruce had Aaron stand against a wall as he shackled his writs and ankles to the wall with metal braces. Zach seemed nervous about drilling into the classroom's walls but Lucas assured him it wouldn't be a problem. He pointed to various spots where old displays had been hanging with their screw holes still visible. No one would even pay any attention to a few more. Once Aaron was trapped against the wall, Bruce retrieved a spool of thin cable from the desk and carefully tied it around the base of Aaron's package. It was almost like cheese wire and a trickle of blood appeared at the base of his sack. Ironically, Aaron's cock got even harder.
Next, Bruce had Kirk stand about three feet from Aaron, facing him as he tied the other end of the wire around Kirk's throbbing cock, criss-crossing his fuck stick randomly before wrapping it around his balls. Bits of Kirks' manhood were bulging through the sharp grid created by the cable. Lucas and Zach looked at each other with huge grins before moving in for a close up. It was fairly obvious there was not going to be a G-rated version of what was about to happen.
"Now boys, since you two like to cause trouble together, allow me to punish you both at once,"
Bruce grabbed Kirk from behind in a bear hug and started pulling the young man backward. Kirk was among the largest models on the site but Bruce was able to easily drag him backward. The consequences were immediate. Both brothers nearly shattered the windows with their high pitched squeals. The sharp cable was digging into the base of Aaron's entire package and the grid wrapped around Kirks' balls and cock was tightening like his junk was being crushed in a metal cage. Kirk tried to dig his heels in the ground to stop being dragged but Bruce responded by simply lifting him slightly off the ground.
"Oh fuck!"
Kirk desperately tried to break free as the cable dug into his nuts, slicing through the skin. Aaron wasn't faring better and his sexual organs were nearly severed from his body. Bruce grunted as he gave Kirk a mighty tug. Kirk blacked out as his right nut and entire cock were sliced into chunks landing on the ground with splats. Kirk's dick looked like nothing but chunky hamburger. A moment later Aaron made a bizarre noise none of them had ever heard as he half screamed / half laughed at his sex organs being sliced off by the closed loop. His still hard cock landed with a thud.
"Cut! Cut!"
Lucas set down his camera and raced to his two bleeding models. Bruce and Zach helped stem the immediate bleeding - the cables had made remarkably sharp, clean cuts - before taking them to the recovery room.
"Guess we should probably take care of them properly," Lucas joked as he pulled out his phone.
Luckily one of their biggest fans included doctors who lived nearby and were more than willing to volunteer their services. The six desexed models clutched what was left of their manhood as they waited to have their shattered nuts totally removed.
