Twelve Nuts of Christmas

 

The Twelve Nuts of Christmas was one of the most popular winter fundraisers on fraternity row. Each year six unlucky - or lucky, depending on how they looked at it - graduating seniors would volunteer to offer up their manhood to the delight of passersby. 

This year's crop were exceptionally handsome and well endowed, six young men at their absolute prime standing on the lawn outside of their frat house wearing nothing more than Santa hats, boots and goofy grins. Each of them looked to be holding a giftwrapped box at crotch level with a strategically placed hole to allow their bulbous nuts and meaty cocks to rest inside the box. The black rubber tops of the boxes had a slit that would allow a hand to go in but otherwise hid their contents.

"Step right up!" shouted another frat boy acting as the host who was holding a festive sign in front of them.

Two passing young women looked over and chuckled as they read the surprisingly well-made menu that was printed on the sign.

Grab some salty nuts - $5

Grab a hot wiener - $6

Make a frat boy squeal - $10

Crack some walnuts - $20

"Okay, I'm in!" the petite blonde said through laughter, digging five bucks out of her pocket and tossing it into the bucket.

She stepped in front of Chad, the tallest, and gave him a playful wink after checking out his ripped body. Chad felt his truly massive cock start to thicken as he mentally undressed the hot coed but his dreams of fucking were quickly replaced by a sharp pain in his sugar plums. His eyes grew wide as she reached into the box and gave each nut a squeeze, one in each hand.

Her friend chuckled as she tossed in six dollars and headed toward Conner's box. Conner's model like body was matched by an equally impressive cock and the chick smiled in genuine delight as she grabbed it through the top of the box. She slowly started stroking his monster ten incher as his head peaked from the from the top of the box. The two women laughed as they let go of their prizes and wandered off.

Another coed approached immediately behind them, contributing five dollars to the cause. She chose Zach, a hot blonde, and gave his large nuts a devastating squeeze.

"Fuck!" he wailed, totally shocked at the power of this seemingly meek young woman.

"Learned it in self defense class," 

She smiled as he crushed her thumb into the center of his left nut and twisted her wrist, nearly twisting it off.

"Ooh!" Zach squealed.

"Lady, you owe us five more dollars," 

The host pointed to the "make a frat boy squeal' item on the menu and the price of ten dollars. She chuckled as she gave five more dollars to the bucket.

"My fault, I didn't realize he was such a wimp,"

Zach flushed red as his frat brothers roared in laughter.

The young woman had barely walked away when a burly freckle faced student walked up. He looked to be the same age as the standing frat boys and was sporting an obvious tube-shaped bulge in his jeans.

He reached in his pocket and tossed ten dollars in.

"I'm gonna' make you squeal!"

The man stood in front of Greg, a svelte brunet and reached into the box, taking one of Greg's heavy nuts in each hand. Despite the nip in the air, Greg's nuts felt surprisingly hot and sweaty which only made the bulge in his jeans grow bigger. Without breaking eye contact with Greg, the player pressed his thumbs into Greg's fruitcakes, desperate to feel the gooey center. Greg's eyes crossed and he instinctively reached for the man's arms but was stopped by a stern look from the host. Part of the fun of the Twelve Nuts of Christmas was that students, faculty and towns people alike could have their way with six hot studs without limits. Greg let out a desperate high pitched squeal as the man's hands compressed closer and closer.

"Ooooh!"

"Ah! Carol of the Busted Bells, my favorite Christmas song!" the man joked mercifully letting go of Greg's chestnuts. By now a small line had formed. Coeds, rival frat boys, random bystanders and even a few professors nearly filled the five gallon bucket with bills filling the chilly air with the sweet sounds of anguished frat boys singing a swan song to their unborn children.

For nearly an hour there was a steady stream of paying customers. None of the six volunteers had more than a few minutes between having their nuts cracked or their cocks teased. Poor Chad had his cock stroked to the edge of shooting at the same time a football player was absolutely crushing his nuts. Chad wailed and moaned, his heart racing as it felt like the beefy footballer was actually going to crack his baubles. 

"Okay, we'll do a few more and call it a day, okay fellas?" the host said.

All six frat boys were relieved. Inside the six boxes, twelve testicles were swollen, red and mangled. Welts had appeared. Membranes were swollen and chords were stretched. But through it all all six cocks were raging, a few protruding outside of their boxes.

"Thanks, brah," Conner wheezed.

Two angry looking professors had just gone to town on his boys and he thought the two middle aged men were going turn his oversized gumdrops into goop.

"I'll throw in twenty bucks,"

A weak voice shouted out as a lanky nerd in thick glasses, ill fitting jeans and a Toad The Wet Sprocket T-shirt. All six of the hunky brothers laughed derisively, a few of them recognized the boy as Heath who barely registered as a background character in the story of the university's social scene.  Heath cracked his knuckles and tossed in twenty dollars as he pointed to the 'crack some walnuts' menu option. 

"Take a shot, little bro," the host said with a grin.

Heath walked the line, eyeing each box as if he had x-ray vision, before settling on Zach. He reached both hands into the box and ensnared Zach's swollen, huge right nut and before Zach had even registered the sensation Heath began to squeeze. Hard. Very hard. Too hard.

"Fucking Christ!" Zach bellowed.

Heath was pressing in his thumbs, as he clasped his fingers and pulsated his palms together rapidly. It was an obviously well-honed, devastating combination that made everything Zach had suffered so far - combined - seem like a love tap. Zach's eyes rolled into his head but not before he noticed that bulging under the nerd's alt rock T-shirt were two exceptionally well developed biceps. The rest of him was so lanky and awkward no one had noticed. Heath was hardly as chiseled and toned as the contestants but he was hardly a wimp. It would prove to be a consequential miscalculation. 

"Fuck! Oooh!" 

The others grimaced in sympathy as they watched and heard Zach's nut being annihilated.

"Stop! Stop! Please!"

Heath's face warped into a twisted, wicked grin as his hands continued to methodically pulverize Zach's holiday nougat. The pain radiating was so intense that his abs rippled into a washboard and he felt like he was going to hurl. Heath looked into Zach's eyes and winked.

"Bye, bye!"

"No! Please!"

Heath's palms practically touched, pancaking Zach's testicle in his poinsettia colored bag.

SPLOTCH

Zach screamed and fell to the ground, reaching desperately for his nuts but it was no use. He tore the box off before passing out, rolling onto his back showing off his perfect body as it was splayed spread-leg. Between his toned thighs was one hideously swollen, red nut that looked like a giant Christmas ornament and one obviously lumpy, ruined disaster. Conner and Chad fainted at the sight. The others looked on gasping in horror but oddly aroused.

Heath cracked his knuckles and pulled another twenty from his pocket as if nothing unusual had happened. 

"Whose next?"

Greg licked his lips and stepped forward.

Rupture Fest 2020: Geysers!

VICTIMS: Pierre, Glen, Yifei

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

A stage had been erected in one of the Country Club's halls and three young men bathed by spotlights were standing just a few feet apart with their hands behind their backs. They were lightly tied to cross shaped wooden structures affixed to the stage that forced their legs to stay spread. They were naked except for the youngest, a svelte blonde who was wearing a chastity ring around his junk with a metal cap clasped over his cock, forcing the shriveled thing to stay soft. In front of each contestant was a crotch-high pole with a heavy metal, spiked ball on its tip mounted to a track in the floor.

A well dressed announcer bounded onto the stage followed by three Rupture Fest event helpers whose all black uniforms were covered with a white lap coat. Each of them were carrying a small box and stood silently next to each of the restrained men.

"Gentleman, welcome! Let me introduce our fine young men who've volunteered to take place in a very unorthodox clinical trial,"

Glen, 19

Yifei, 25

Pierre, 26

Glen, a tall slim nineteen year old had impressive balls that were somewhat sandwiched by his chastity device, though his cock was totally obscured by the metal cap. Beside him was Yifei, a stout twenty-five year old Asian with a hairy belly and a mop of black hair covering his tight balls. Last for the experiment was a gorgeous twenty-six year old named Pierre, whose fat nuts were easily the largest on stage and his snake like cock was already starting to swell from excitement.

The lab coat wearing assistants pulled long syringes out of the cases they were carrying and crouched down to be at eye level with each of the player's genitals. None of them even flinched as all three of their sacks were poked and the entire contents of the syringes was inserted into their sacks, making all of them noticeably larger in the process. The needless were of medical grade sharpness and the technicians were highly trained; the shot wasn't intended to hurt. That part would come later. The technicians followed up with a second equally routine injection into each of the players arms before marching off the stage.

"Each of these lads has a proven ability to not just cum a lot, but to do so multiple times. Our friends at Consolidated Iridium AG's pharmaceutical division were nice enough to let us try out a new drug on them."

A murmur filled the room as the host continued.

"The drug doesn't have a name just yet, but we internally refer to it as SMB. Single Man Bukkake!"

Almost as if on que, Pierre and Yifei's cocks started to plump up, thick streams of precum leaking out like a sieve as they became harder and harder. Within minutes, Pierre's cock was at its impressive nine inches and Yifei's was a respectable, beer-can thick five. Their nuts were turning a rosy red and started to sag slightly as if the studio had suddenly become much hotter. Yifei and Pierre's faces were flush and every vein on their cocks was throbbing from the almost painfully hard erection, just the sensation alone was enough to fill them with nearly orgasmic pleasure and the two moaned softly as the drug cocktail took over their bodies.

Young Glen was having the same physiological reaction complete with warming balls and moans escaping his handsome lips, except his cock was trapped in the cage. Glen gasped as even in its trapped state, his cock started to become engorged, folding into itself as it struggled to break free. The metal cage, however, wasn't budging.

As the three continued to become more and more aroused, the announcer went on.

"See, these three are already porn-star level shooters but to make it even more interesting, we kept them sequestered for the last three days, forcing them to watch porn and get blown by some of the hottest volunteers we could find, but never being allowed to cum. Probably the longest edge session in history!"

The audience roared with approval as Pierre suddenly threw his head back and let out a deep, sensual moan as an enormous blast of jizz rocketed out of his throbbing cock. Some of the audience closest to the stage were actually struck in their faces. Despite the blast, Pierre's cock stayed rock hard. Yifei let out a pleasured squeal as his own meaty cock jerked and let out an equally impressive load. Glen, his cock still trapped, let out a tortured half-scream-half-moan as a river of cum started to ooze out from behind the metal cap on his trapped cock, forming a puddle at this feet.

The announcer chuckled.

"Our resident teenaged heart throb Glen insisted on staying in chastity to build up his juices but, we may have forgotten to tell him that we lost the key. Oops!"

The audience roared with laughter and jeers and Glen's eyes crossed as another massive load boiled in his loins. Next, the function of the metal spiked balls on sticks was explained. Each one was on a track that ended just beyond the  three's spread legs and had been perfectly calibrated so that, by the spiked ball made contact, it would crash into their cocks and balls, not stopping until they had traveled forward several more inches, a distance customized to each young man's physical build to guarantee that the ball wouldn't stop until it was flush with his crotch without regard to the soon-to-be splattered packages underneath. 

"Oh, and to give them a fighting chance any time the weights or the poles they are on get wet, they'll retract a little bit along the track. So as long as Pierre, Glen and Yifei can keep delivering those super soaking, rocket loads, the longer they can keep the crusher at bay."

Glen's eyes widened with terror. There was no way he could even stand a chance in this scenario.

"Gentlemen, you may remove your hands from behind your backs. On your marks. Get set. Stroke!"

There was whirring of gears as the three crushing spheres started to move forward with considerable speed - and force. Pierre was stroking his cock with both hands furiously, grunting in effort. He was immediately rewarded with a rope of semen that drenched the machine moving toward his balls. It stopped briefly and retracted before moving forward again.

Meanwhile, Yifei had painted his target twice and the mechanism stopped and retracted slowly, almost indignantly, before it was allowed to move forward again. Pierre was pumping his cock, bucking his hips and screaming in pleasure as yet another load soared from his cock in a long, elegant arch, showering the machine like rain. The drugs were doing a marvelous job, but even without them all three of the lads were proven shooters and the thrill that they were literally shooting to save their manhood gave each stroke and blast an extra layer of exhilaration. Except for Glen.

Glen rocked his head back and convulsed as another trapped load oozed out from behind his devise, landing with loud wet plops at his feet. The puddle was getting quite large, unfortunately none of it was rocketing out with his usual wall-painting distance and the machine approached him faster and faster.

Glen frantically fiddled with the cage, trying to pry it off, but the jostling only caused his primed young body to be wracked with multiple orgasms in a row, making him cross his eyes and shudder as his tortured cock attempted to unleash a load that - had it not been for the cock cage - would have been the largest, furthest cum shot any of them had ever witnessed. Instead, most of the load was backed up, causing every tube from his cock head back into his balls to painfully swell. The metal ball approached Glen mercilessly and was picking up speed the closer it got.

"Oh fuck!"

Glen let out a wail of terror as he felt the ball - which was much heavier and painful than it looked - crash into his balls and cock, making the metal contraption on his junk ring like a bell. Glen screamed as his oozing cock covered the still advancing crusher, which immediately stopped its forward motion and retracted a bit. It was only a short reprieve as the machine started moving forward before Glen was even done cumming.

Across the stage, Pierre's battle against fate was becoming desperate. He pumped is cock frantically, fucking his strong hands as his loads became less frequent and smaller. They were still impressive by any normal standard, but weren't enough to stop the rapidly advancing ball more than a few moments, and the ball seemed to be gaining speed with each reset. What a fucked up feedback loop, Pierre thought. The more I fight this machine, the harder it fights back. Something had to give...

Yifei's sperm tanks were running dry as well and the ball hovered mere inches from the head of this dick, being knocked back by increasingly smaller shots of cum just before making its final approach. The stage in front of the three super shooters was becoming an absolute mess of milky white sperm, that were quickly forming genetic oceans. Everyone in the audience was stroking off imaging being in the middle of that circular firing squad.

"Fuck!"

The ball made contact with Glenn's junk for the dozenth time, only this time the pathetic streamers of cum that managed to make it out from behind the metal cap weren't enough for the machine to register them. It continued to press forward, flattening Glen's supple nuts and driving the sharp metal cage into his sack.

"Nooooooo!"

SPLOTCH

The metal cage sliced into Glen's sack like a knife as the crushing ball continued to squash his nuts. The space under the crusher was becoming smaller and smaller. SQUISH. The crusher moved forward. 

SQQQUIIIICK. 

Glen's body convulsed and his eyes rolled into his head as his entire package burst like over sized grapes, the crusher was pressing with such force now that the metal cock ring itself was starting to deform. By the time the crusher stopped it was perfectly flush with Glen's now smooth crotch and a chunky pile of teenaged nut sauce was at his feet. The crowd whooped and the machines approaching Yifei and Pierre were temporarily paused to give the stage hands time to quickly untie Glen and ferry him for treatment. As they carried his taught, young body off the stage one of them slipped and the two helpers and Glen landed into the growing sea of unborn kids. When one of the stage helpers tried to get up, he fell again, thoroughly coating himself with cum. The sound of mass masturbation filled the hall as everyone watched the two cum-coated men finally get a grip on the now-drenched Glen and the slicked trio made it off the stage.

Without delay, the crushers approaching Pierre and Yifei continued forward. Pierre let out a horrified scream as he felt the crusher make contact with his mushroom head. He tried to jerk out another load but it was no use.

CRAAAACK

Pierre passed out as his nine inch ass drill was snapped like a twig by the relentless crusher. His ruined cock continued to be accordioned into his crotch until the crusher made contact with his fat, cum drenched nuts. They were horribly flattened and tried valiantly to maintain their integrity but it was no use. SQUISH.  Membranes ruptured, tubes failed. Two loud double pops were drowned out by the hum of the machine's gears as his wafer thin sack exploded open with such force that bits flew up to his chest. When the machine finally came to a rest, there was nothing left of Pierre's manhood but a hamburger like paste that had made a sort of mounding monument to Pierre's unborn kids. 

The monument was short lived as a worker, wearing slip-resistant shoes this time, inadvertently ground it into mush as he and another man worked to carry Pierre off the stage. It literally sounded like the two were walking through rain puddles, so voluminous was the cummy mess the three men had made all over the stage. Like before, the crusher approaching Yifei was paused during this intermission but sprang back to life as soon as the coast was clear.

Yifei pumped his cock in a futile effort as the crusher approached faster and faster. His loads, now thoroughly in the realm of normal size ,were no match and weren't even registered by the machine. Since he had lasted the longest, and the machines picked up speed each time Yifei had managed to keep them at bay, the crusher racing toward Yifei's sack was almost a blur across the stage.

Yifei screamed as his cock let out a last-stand cum shot before being quickly destroyed by the crusher which impacted with - and blew apart - his nuts a fraction of a second later. Yifei's ground gonads made a heap on the ground in front of him and his head slumped down, an incongruent grin plastered across his face.

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.

Upcoming Posts

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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