VICTIMS: Omar, Jan, Andrej, Don
Victims So Far (click a name to go to his story): 4 Unnamed Gymnasts
After the morning's explosive beginning, the attendees were anxious to see what was in store for the rest of the day. After the men had time to settle in - and wash off - after the introduction, there was a continental breakfast in the Country Club's great dining hall. A stage had been setup along one of but a heavy black curtain prevented anyone from seeing what was on it.
As the assembled businessmen downed mimosas and eggs benedict, they eyed the stage curiously, chattering among themselves as to what the next event might be.
When breakfast was finished, the same slick-haired announcer from earlier strolled into the room holding and he was greeted like a celebrity. Hoots and cheers erupted from the crowd since his presence surely meant the next testicle-busting event was about to begin.
"Gentlemen! I hope you all enjoyed your breakfast," he began as he made his way toward the stage.
"If you're like me, the last thing you want to do after a big meal is work out, right?"
The crowd applauded, not really knowing what the announcer was building up to, but if the day's prelude had been any indication they were sure they were going to like it.
"That's why we present you the Model K Autonomous Industrial Android. Or as we like to call it - the Kick-O-Matic!"
With a flourish the black curtain was drawn back revealing a stage with what appeared to be a metallic mannequin wearing a pair of running shorts, sleeveless muscle top and white sneakers. It's realistic eyes were glowing a dull red as it stared out at the audience. Without evening knowing what was about to happen, there was an audible whoosh in the hall as virtually every chair was pushed out at once as everyone crowded standing around the stage.
Feeding off the crowd's excitement, the announcer continued.
"This is the latest industrial android from Consolidated Iridium AG, whom you may remember from the Market Mashup event a few years back."
"That's one of ours!" a man shouted from the crowd and was greeted with high fives.
"This machine is actually capable of some pretty impressive, human like feats,"
The announcer stepped aside as the Model K sprang to life and took a few steps with an impressively human-like gait. It turned and gave a natural-motion wave to the crowd before pivoting, running across the stage and finishing with a summersault. Upon landing, it turned and gave a bow. The whole thing was so human-like that one would have been forgiven to think that it was just a person in a costume. Everyone cheered at the truly impressive technology as the android walked back to its starting position.
"As you can see, these devises have the dexterity of a human but - being machines - the incredible strength of hydraulics and motors,"
The announcer stepped aside as a stage hand dressed in black placed a block of cement in the middle of the stage.
After it was placed the announcer strolled over to it and gave it a kick with his shiny black shoes, leaving them scuffed but the block otherwise undamaged. He stepped aside and the android walked up to the block, appeared to scan it for several seconds, reared back its leg and kicked the block with a resounding thud. A huge crack appeared along the face before the block split apart. The Model K kicked the damaged block over and over until it was nothing but several large fragments and dust.
The watching crowd exploded at the realization of what the event was going to entail, cheering and yelling for more.
"Luckily, we have four Model K's at our disposal. Oh boys!"
Three more Model K's appeared from a side door, each of them wearing the same athletic outfit as the first, marching with eerie precision, jumping onto the stage and walking over to the announcer. One of them extended a hand and nodded and the announcer shook it casually before the Model K retracted its hand.
"Isn't that dangerous?" someone asked seriously.
After all, these machines had just proven powerful enough to lay waste to concrete.
"That's the beauty, precision in movement and strength. Lucky for us, they won't be holding back for long."
Right on cue, the house lights dimmed and spotlights flooded the stage. Everyone clamored to get closer as suddenly screams could be heard from the back of the hall. The audience turned to see four naked young men being roughly escorted toward the stage by expressionless stage hands dressed all in black.
Once on the stage they were forced to stand side by side, their legs kept wide with spreader bars at the ankles and their arms tightly bound behind their back by their handlers. The audience roared at the site of the four handsome young men and the announcer went on to introduce them as if this was nothing more than the build up to a gameshow.
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| Don, 18 |
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| Jan, 21 |
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| Andrej, 28 |
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| Omar, 21 |
First up was Don, the youngest contestant at barely eighteen, whose six foot frame quivered in fear to the delight of the watching crowd. Between his legs two neatly trimmed balls sagged under the heat of the studio lights. Next up was twenty-one year old German student Jan, the tallest of the contestants, whose balls, though respectable had shriveled between his legs in terror. He, like most of the others at this year's Rupture Fest, had volunteered. However, the closer the end came, the more he started to regret it.
Twenty-eight year old Andrej stood with a look of stoic defiance etched across his chiseled face, his abs starting to glisten from the heat. Hanging low between his legs were a pair of truly enormous testicles that were easily the biggest in the group matched with a thick, flaccid cock draping over them. Several pairs of slacks in the audience instantly tightened at the site of Andre's amazing, massive equipment. Rounding out the bunch was Omar, a handsome twenty-one year old with a massive pair of oblong nuts swinging between his toned legs, his monstrous equipment only slightly smaller than Andre's. His cock was semi hard despite his growing panic and the girthy thing protruded out like a flagpole.
After introductions were done, it was down to business. With surgical precision, the stage hands ushered the four contestants into a line at a slight angle to the audience so that as many as possible could clearly see their spread-legged forms. Don screamed and pleaded but Andrje seemed to almost accept the inevitable as he was lead into position. The commotion caused Omar's cock to deflate and Jan was wailing in terror.
One of the assistants handed the announcer a tablet before they exited the stage. All four young men were secured to the stage by stiff chains attached to their leg spreaders which the stage crew had set to their maximum spread. Their hands were tied behind their backs and to prevent them from bending at the waist, metal poles were installed in the stage and the contestants' backs were pressed against them before being tied in a standing position with ropes crisscrossing their torsos.
Ignoring Jan and Don's pleading, the announcer did a final walk past the line of guys and nodded at the quality work of the stage assistants. Without further ado, he pressed a button on his table and the four Model K's walked over and faced the four trapped studs, staring at them with their menacing red eyes. The athletic clothing made it look like four metal bullies were about to pounce their victims at the playground.
"First, let's do some calibration,"
The announcer fiddled with the control tablet and the four androids eyed their victims up and down, subtly changing their position and stance. As each machine calculated they were in position it snapped its leg back and sent its leg flying upward.
Omar screamed as the foot of the Model K in front of him collided gently with the underside of his sack. The machine took a slight step back and kicked again, gently making contact. Andrej's massive bollocks were gently kicked at least a five times before his torturing robot decided it was in a proper position. Poor Don endured more than a dozen kicks. None of them was particularly hard but watching the Model K rearing its leg back and punting his balls over and over was a horrifying visual. In a stroke of luck, the machine in front of Jan decided it only needed a single kick to calibrate itself. After the last android had announced 'calibration complete' in its sexy artificial voice, the slick announcer turned to the audience and explained the rules of this game.
The Model K kicking machines would kick the four sacks in unison, gradually increasing their speed and power at random intervals between rounds.
"How do we know if the kicks are getting stronger?"
"By their screams!" the announcer joked.
Everyone laughed.
"Oh, and as the boys are... disqualified, the fun won't stop for the robot assigned to him. You'll see,"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the announcer tapped a button on his tablet.
"Commence round one," the machines responded in unison.
Immediately they reared back their legs and sent them sailing into the sacks in front of them, all four of their sneakers colliding at once. Don yelped more out of surprise than anything, the others seemed to be unfazed. The kick was only slightly harder than the light calibration kicks, only this time they were immediately followed up with slightly harder, faster kicks.
"Oooh!' Omar moaned.
Andrej's massive nuts were bouncing like wild after every blow and Jan's sack was being expertly punted into his crotch eliciting high pitch screams of mounting terror. After twenty kicks, the Model K's stepped back and the announcer roughly fondled each contestant's nuts. These blows would have been light even coming from a human, so he didn't expect any serious damage, he was just making a show of it.
"Looks like everyone's still in one piece! On with the show,"
"Commencing round two,"
"Fuck!"
"Christ!"
Omar and Andrej's huge nuts were kicked with a stomach churning force. It was obvious by Don's yodeling that the warmup was over. The four studs writhed and struggled but the kicks kept coming until twenty had been delivered. They were all breathing heavily as the announcer made his inspection. Omar's balls were already turning pink and the Andrej's seemed to actually be hanging lower in their sack. Don was crying and Jan was desperately trying to close his legs and save his now swollen bag.
"No damage yet!"
"Commence round three..."
"Ooooh!" Don screamed.
A devastating kick had barely registered before the Model K had reared back its mechanical leg and delivered another and other. These kicks were an order of magnitude worse than anything that had come before and they were having the intended effect. The hall was filled with their high pitch screams and begging along with the solid thuds emanating from their crotchs.
Andrej's massive nuts were starting to turn red and were wildly bouncing between kicks.
"Noo!"
Jan wailed as the robot in front of him sent his sneaker into the lad's defenseless crotch over and over. The four were in a world of hurt but the robots kept on kicking. The crowd cheered at the end of this round since it was obvious the event was on the cusp of a signature rupture. The four trapped lads hung from their restraints, sweating and desperately wanting to nurse their swollen battered balls but the announcer just roughly examined them. All eight sacks were noticeably swollen and red and Andrej's looked particularly beaten. Having huge targets in his shorts wasn't exactly a good attribute right now.
Three more rounds followed and by now the androids seemed to be barely holding back. Sixty perfectly aimed kicks connected over and over with eight increasingly swollen, bruised sacks. The four contestants were panting and sweating, their throats raw from screaming. Jan seemed like might actually pass out if not for his Model K rudely kicking him back into reality.
By now the announcer's inspections between rounds were just for show. All of the sacks were hideously bruised and swollen and the hard impact sounds of the Model Ks' sneakers with the sacks were taking on an unhealthy tone. Don's nuts seemed to be the worst off having turned almost entirely blackish purple. After he was sure nothing was permanently broken, the announcer stepped out of the way.
"Commencing round seven..."
"No! No!" Omar begged as if the heartless automaton would care.
Instead, the android in front of him reared back his leg and sent it crashing into Omar's large, dangling nuts with devastating precision. Omar let out a deep scream as his nuts were rocketed upward and they hadn't even stopped bouncing before the next kick.
Meanwhile, Andrej's eyes had rolled into his head as nasty welts erupted all over his scrotum after the first few kicks of the round. His meaty danglers were being thoroughly pulverized and there was no doubt that they'd reach their limit before the android's seemingly infinite battery gave out.
CRU-SPLOTCH
Don let out a scream so tremendous that even the other three contestants were temporarily stunned silent. His right nut had fractured in the sack midway through the round but the kicks were still coming. His swollen sack continued to absorb blow after baby-maker-ruining blow. Jan felt as if his own nuts were going to fail and his balls were literally trembling by the time the round ended. Omar was hysterical, pulling at his constraints, his battered black balls swinging between his legs.
The announcers examined the lads again and instantly felt Don's right testicle had ruptured open.
"Looks like we have our first rupture!"
The crowd cheered as two black-clad stage hands appeared as if out of nowhere ready to swoop in and reset the scene. Don was barely conscious as the announcer explained that, in the event someone lost a ball, the Model K would be instructed to - in his words - finish the job, before the event continued.
Don let out a string of gurgled pleas as the robot viscously and swiftly kicked him in the crotch much faster - and harder - than any human could do without toppling over. Don's body was nearly lifted from the ground after the final blow and his left egg cracked open inside his sack. There was nothing solid left of the right.
The robot stepped aside as the stage assistants quickly untied Don and carried him off the stage. Several guys in the audience had already stroked out their first load watching Don being ruined without mercy and there were still three more players.
"So, before we begin round eight, I bet some of you were wondering what is this poor guy going to do with himself,"
The announcer patted the back of the Model K that no longer had a target in front of it.
"Well, why not give him a new target!"
The audience stomped and cheered so loud the floor shook. With a command on the table the Model K that had busted Don walked over to the unit in front of Jan and the two announced:
"Synchronized mode enabled,"
The two stood slightly offset from Jan preparing to start kicking with opposite legs.
"Commencing round eight,"
"Ooooh!"
Omar, Andrej and Jan let out blood curdling screams as the unbridled machines laid waste to their manhood with literal laser-guided precision. Jan let out a choked scream and his rapidly failing nuts turned a gross shade of purplish black as the two robots took turns on him. First one would kick and as soon as his leg was retracted enough, the second would kick. It was with a speed and precision no human attacker could ever manage and Jan's nuts were being absolutely trashed.
CRUNSSH
Jan wailed. Omar and Andrej's nuts had swollen to nearly twice their already giant normal size and were covered with bruises and welts. The impact sounds were getting squishy.
CR-SPLOT-CH
Jan passed out as the two machines landed the final two blows.
"We have another rupture! A double this time!"
Indeed, Jan's German nuts had been turned into a soupy mess floating around in his lumpy sack, He might have survived with intact chunks with a single Model K, but with two - complete destruction was assured. Jan was quickly removed from the stage and the announcer entered some commands into this tablet
The two Model K's without a target approached the one in front of Omar.
"Synchronized mode enabled,"
Omar let out a howl of terror as he realized that three of these unholy machines were going to be taking turns on his junk. They arranged themselves in a semi circle around him, one directly in front and the others on either side so that they could kick his balls without interfering with each other like a twisted version of a can-can line.
"No! No! Please! No more!"
Omar had barely survived eight rounds - one-hundred-sixty kicks, and was sure the next round with three times the force was going to permanently take him down an underwear size. The robots had surpassed even the strongest kick he had gotten from a human during a fight in high school several rounds ago and they were only increasing as they went.
"Commencing round nine,"
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
Omar's eyes crossed as all three Model K's in front of him kicked so quickly his brain literally couldn't comprehend what he was experiencing. Pain erupted in his stomach and the visual of the three menacing android faces and their glowing eyes surrounding him was too nightmarish for words.
"Nooooo!"
BLOOOOOOOSH
SPLAT
Omar's ostrich egg nuts explosively burst open halfway through the sixty powerful kicks he was entitled to that round. Huge beefy chunks landed at his feet in a pile. Of course the audience whooped in delight as Andrej's sack quivered on the edge of annihilation. The pain was beyond anything he could have even imagined and he was sure his mega nuts were about to blow. The three machines around Omar's passed out body instantly stopped kicking, sensing that their target was gone, as the remains of Omar's manhood drooled out of his blown open sack. Omar endured his final blows and was sure he had felt something crack. He heaved as the robot stepped back for the between-round inspection, the sound of virtually everyone in the audience masturbating filled the air.
"Um, folks, I think we have a rupture,"
The announcer kicked the toe of his shoe into the pile between Omar's legs and the audience roared with laughter. Omar's toned, limp body hung from his restraints and two assistants were ready to take him off stage but the announcer gave them a signal to wait.
He grabbed the hand of one of the Model K's and guided it toward Omar's thick, flaccid cock.
"He was so excited to be here, he gave us all a salute, remember?" the announcer began recalling Omar's boner at the beginning of the show.
"We wouldn't want to leave it out!"
He turned to the android holding Omar's cock and commanded "Pull it off!"
Omar was ripped back into consciousness and his mouth opened into a painfully wide-permanent 'O' as he screamed. The ultra-strong, and extremely dexterous, android had gripped his cock so hard that it had internally collapsed before proceeding to effortlessly pull its arm back. Omar's cock was ripped off in one instantaneous motion complete with sickening tearing sound. Omar passed out as the stage assistants ushered him off stage whilst crudely tending to his gaping crotch. Several audience members lost it, moaning and throwing their heads back as they shot their loads.
The announcer casually took the cock from the Model K.
"It's still warm!" he laughed.
"Apparently this thing got up to nine inches, too bad for him, I guess,"
The announcer tossed Omar's once proud cock into the audience where it landed with a splat on the ground. The thick tube of meat lasted mere seconds before it was turned into a gory stain under the shoes of the audience members lucky enough to be near where it fell.
"No! No! No!"
Andrej watched the four Model K's position themselves around him, perfectly positioned to be able to kick without getting in each other's way.
"Commencing round ten..."
Andrej wailed and screamed and his hugely swollen nuts were bouncing so fast they became a blur.
CRUNCH
His left nut exploded in the sack. The androids continued to unleash their inhuman strength onto the last surviving testicle on the stage and, after the sixty-first kick of the round, they succeeded in their mission.
There was an audible explosion as if someone had broken a piñata filled with liquid followed by several smaller, wet pops. Andrej's enormous ball bag had violently burst, sending shattered chunks flying. A few of them ended up the trajectory of an already in-motion kick and exploded in mid air. As programmed, the machines stopped immediately after their targets were destroyed.
The crowd cheered as the stage assistants ushered Andrej off the stage. As they left, one of them slipped and fell on a slick spot - probably ruined testicle matter. They and Andrej's limp body went tumbling and Andrej landed face first into the gooey pile of junk Omar had left, instantly causing one of the chunks to shatter. The audience laughed as the desexed stud was carried off the stage, his face a mess with another guy's nut gunk.
As the crowd cheered and energetic music started playing, the four Model K's surrounded the announcer and hoisted him up on their shoulders. The jubilant announcer pumped his fists into the air and shouted.
"You guys want more?"
"Hell yes!"
Was the resounding reply.
