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Splattered Yolks
An original story by Sack Stomper
Yolk and egg whites splattered everywhere as the hen's egg exploded in Carl's large, clenched fist. The handful of other men standing nearby grinned.
"Nice! I wonder if the real thing will do that," one of the men asked laughing.
"Let's hope so, that was hot,"
Carl and the other men were in the City for the international Iron Guy competition, an exhibition of brute muscle strength and endurance. All of the men were hulking body builders with biceps as thick as most normal mens' thighs. Every muscle on their over developed, rippling bodies was extraordinarily proportioned and hard as a rock. They were the type of body builders who made ordinary 'jocks' look skinny in comparison. Over the preceeding week, they had competed in such events as pulling a pickup truck with a rope, one-arm curls with dumbells that weighed hundreds of pounds and, of course, posing in barely-there speedos, their absurdly muscular bodies glistening with oil. And among these men, Carl was the largest having won the overall competition handely. Carl's firey mess of red hair, perpetually scoweled face and small set eyes would have made him seem menacing even without his three hundred pounds of muscle.
Now the official competition was over and the top contendotrs had gathered in their hotel room for their final, unofficial event....
There was a soft knock on the door. Carl wiped his still slimey hand on his jeans and went to the door, giving an evil half smile at the young man on the other side.
At six foot three, the blonde was slightly taller than the other men. He was in his mid twenties, dressed in the formal livery of the upscale hotel's wait staff, As he was beconned into the room, his hazel eyes scanned the seven hulking body builders wearilly, the door closing softly beside him. He was quite handsome, his hipster goatee ironically made him look yougner than he was, and had an atheletic, beefy frame. He looked like he could have been a rugby player, his thick legs straining his dress slacks and his dress shirt clinging to his meaty upper body and his black tie accentuating his mounding pecs. By the standards of most of the world, he was a muscular jock -- but to the men in the room he was a 'small guy'. A wanna be.
When he was in the middle of the suite, the seven body builders encircled him tightly. Despite his size, the waiter was starting to feel very intimidated being surrounded by so much raw muscle.
"So, Sebastian. You got your money I take it?" Carl asked.
Sebastian nodded timidly.
"Good. Well then, let's get to it then. Hold him!"
Before Sebastian could react, a hulking Latin body builder was behind him, holding him in place with a bear hug so tight it almost made it hard for the waiter to breath. Ther six other men lined up in front of him, laughing as he flayed pathetically against the hold of the much heavier man.
Each man took turns punching Sebstian's muscular abs and pecs as hard as they could. Although the agreement was for to stay quiet while the seven horny body builders had their way with him, Sebastian couldn't help but cry out after the third punch to his gut felt like a fist had gone through his stomach.
"Shut him up!" Carl barked as another man, a well build Asian, stuffed a jockstap into Sebstains mouth, tying a knot behin his head so he couldn't spit it out.
Sebastian gagged as the odor of the obviously used jock filled his mouth and nose.
THUMP! THUMP!
The remaining three men ttok their turns tenderizing the handsome waiter's muscules. He was doing his best to contain himself, but cried out after each hit, his eyes starting to water from the brutal assualt. Sebastian was king of the local gym's boxing ring, but those matches were child's play compared to these behemouths -- and this was considering they were obviously holding back from their full potential. He was sure that, if they had wanted, they could have broken his ribs with their punching alone. The feeling of being so dominated was stating to turn Sebastian on.
The men reformed a line adn one of htem suggested they give Sebastian, whose chest was heaving from having the wind knocked out of him, a break. It took the poor muscle blonde several minutes to get anywhere near 'normal' breathing. The six men were lined up again, ready to take their turns tenderizing Sebastian's musles.
Carl drew his tree-trunk like fist back and was about to connect squarely with Sebastian's right pec when he stopped, putting a hand gently on Sebastians' shoulder.
"Are you okay?", Carl asked softly, "You know if we have to stop, we get our money back."
Sebastian blinked the tears out of his eyes and knodded 'yes'.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Sebastian could feel his muscles softening under the continued assault as the line of men worked him over several more rounds. The Latni body builder holding him was getting very aroused by the site of his muscular mini jock being pulverized, and his thick seven inch penis was rubbing Sebastian's back.
Holy shit, these studs could totally fuck me right now and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. They'd tare me apart! The thoguht was driving Sebastian crazy and despite the numbing pain in his chest and stomach, he could start to feel his own cock stirring in his slacks.
"Oh, I think the wanna' he likes being used as a punching bag," one of the men commented, noticing Sebastian's slacks were now tenting outward. Sebastian's cock was now at its full eight inch length, and from the look of it was quite thick . The tent in his pants jerked slightly every few seconds, his heavy cock pulsing with each heart beat.
"So you like when we hurt you, you punk ass bitch?" Carl snarled, standing just inches from Sebastian, his firey hair making his expression even angrier looking.
Sebastian nodded his head up and down to the crowd's amusement.
"Well let's get these off then"
Carl and the Asian body biuilding grabbed a leg of tviscoulsy he young waister's slacks and effortlessly ripped them off as if they were made of paper, the buttons and zipper flying into the distance.
Oh fuck! Of fuck! I'm about to get plowed! IIf they're all hung like the Latin, I'm gonna' end up with cum on the back of my teeth. Contrary to his dominating appearance, Sebastian's mind was awas with the image of him being the one brutally dominated. He had toyed around with it with other dominate jocks his own size, but never with a true body builder and certainltly not with seven at once. This was going to blow any fantasy he had ever had out of the water...
When Sebastian was stripped to his underwear, his entire sexual package was on full display. The bulging outline of two nicely sized balls was visible under the tending sillouette of his penis.
"They're the size of eggs," one of the men joked, though Sebastian was totally unaware what the man was truly getting at.
The men took another round softening up the blonde's upper body before Carl stepped up to him, grabbed his tie and pulled it tightly as another man proceeded to rip off his shirt. Though it only took a few seconds, to Sebastian it felt much longer. Carl was strangling him with the tie ,giving him an evil grin as Sebastian's eyes grew wide anad he gasped for air.
"Ahhhh!" Sebastian inhaled deeply, his eyes watering, when Carl finally let go of the tie. That was amazing. Sebastian had never felt so totally dominated.
The waiter's rippling abs were starting to bruise from the non stop assault and dark welts and bruises marred his otherwise hairless chest and abs. He looked like he had taken quite a beating, but his cock still raged in his underwar.
"You want us to hurt you some more?" Carl asked, whispering into Sebastian's ear.
Sebastian eagerly shook his head yes, desperate to be totally owned by thsee muscular gods.
"Good boy,"
Carl reached for the boy's massive left bicep, grabbing it in his huge hand and began to squeeze. Sebastian gasped into his gag... then screamed as Carl's fingers dug into his tender arm muscles.
"Oh, this is a firm one," Carl said mockingly as he continued to roughly knead and massage the throbing muscle. He could feel the connecting tissues and fibers being crushed and bruised in his hands.
"You guys should try this!"
The Asian, a dark haired man and a large black body builder each took Sebastian's other arm and both of his tighs and kneaded the muscles mericlessly. Sebastian was crying and screaming out, but the intense pain felt incredible. Here he was, this powerful jock with bulging muscles, being put in his place like the little bitch he was.
"Hurt me," he mtutered through his gag.
After several moments, the firey pain emminating from nearly ever muscle in his body was making Sebastinan start to turn numb. Dark, painful bruises marred his biceps, triceps and thigs, the damaged muscles and tissues would likely take several weeks to recover, as least. The Asian felt like he was litearlly trying to rip his arm off of his body. Sebastian's head writhed from side to side as the four men mercialleslly destroyed him, but he loved it. He really wanted the Latin, who was still holding him steadfastly, to plunge his thick cock into him as he was assulted. Then maybe be forced on all fores so his hulky, muscular body could be plowed from both ends.... Despite the fact Sebastian had never been so turned on, the pain was starting to soften his erection.
"Stop, stop." Carl barked and the other three immediately stopped and stepped back.
"Our waiter needs service,"
Without prompting, the dark haired man who had been destroying one of his legs with a brutal massage got to his knees, ripped off Sebastian's underwear and inhaled all eight inches into his mouth. The beefy body builder's head bobbed expertly up and down the entire length of Sebastian's veiny cock until it was fully hard and throbbing again.
Sebastian was moaning in pleasure as the man abruptly stopped and got to his feet.
"Would you look at these,' said the man as he cupped Sebastian's enormous, shaved testicles in his hands. They were the size of eggs, but much rounder and hung slighlt in the sack.
The man bounced them in his hands a few times before asking, "You want me to squeeze 'em?"
Oh shit! Sebastian had seen these guys grush cinerblocks with their bare hands during the competition. His nuts would probably crack... The thought of this ultimate domination made Sebastian squirt precum with such force it almost looked like he was cumming.
"I'll take that asa yes,"
"MMMhhmMMM!" Sebastian screamed into his gag as the brown man's powerful hand squeezed tightly, compressing his entire bloated ball bag.
The man's fist got tighter and tighter, and Sebastian's eyes bugged out as he looked at the man pleading for him to stop., but the man's face flushed red with effort.
"MMmhhmMMmmm!" Sebastian pleaded, tears streaming from his eyes.
"That's enough, Blake," Carl instructed and Blake released the trapped genitals, that had been compressed to only an inch wide.
Sebastian cried out as his heavy balls fell to the bottom of the sack. They were bright red and were literally starting to swell from the man's grip. It was obvious some brusing and damage had already occured to his defnesless testicles in just the few seconds they had been in his grip. What were these guys going to do to him? He wondered...
"Form a line," Carl instructed and the six men lined up for their turn to crush the waiter's balls.
"MMMMMMMMhhmmmM! MMMhmmM!" Sebastian screamed, genuine fear in his voice as the first of the six men clutched his large balls.
All six took their turns grabbing and kneading his vulnerable nuts. Sebastian was sure he was going to be permanently damaged and was screaming and trying to get free, but they just kept coming. On the next go, the men decided to only focus on Sebastian's left nut since it was now the most swollen.
"MMMMhhmmMM!" Sebastian yelled into his gag, the pain from his crotch was oveerwhelming, but his cok was still hard at the feeling of being so totally dominated.
His mega size gonad was crushed to less than a half inch thick six times and the last man, Carl, could feel that the membranes were starting to rupture. Sebastian's nut was still whole, but would be bruised for weeks at least. And if they kept going...
"Oka, men. Let's see if you've been working out your legs,"
The men licked up again. The first man took careful aim before sending his treee thunk leg flying into Sebastian's balls...
SPLAT!
Sebastian thought he was going to be sick...
SPALT! SPLAT!
The next two kicks were in rapid succession. Sebastian was crying and shaking his head 'no' as the fourth man look his spot. He laughed cruely at the pleading stud as his foot coneected with a sickening, wet SPLAT into Sebastian's now black and blue scrotum.
The fifth man took a slightly different approach, stomping his foot into Sebastian's crotch with such force that Sebastian could feel his peliv bone beind struck. HIs eyes grew wide and he looked down in horror and fear at his now black balls. They were swollen to twice their usual size and hurt just from breathing..
SPA---AT! Carl's foot collided viscoulsly with the bouncinc sack, connecting sollidly with the bloated right nut.
Sebastian was hysterical, screaming and crying and tyring to break free but the Latin's grip was absolute. He could feel the sticky sheen of the Latin's precum pooling on his back and wondered when they were going to stop assaulting him and get on with the brutal gang bnag he'd been promised...
"You want us to keep hurting them?" Carl whispered into Sebastian's ear as he cupped his ridiculously swollen balls.
"Mmmmhmmm!" Sebastian tried to scream 'no', but only a muffled noise came out. He was shaking his head 'no' and giving Carl pleading looks to stop. He was now honestly afraid they were going to permanently damage his nuts...
"I think that's a yes" Carl said giving Sebastian's battered right nut a viscious squeeze.
Sebastian gasped and writhed in the Latin's arms, but Carl just kept squeezing... and squeezing... and squeezing...
"Oh yea! Crack that egg!" the Aisan man cheered.
Sebastian, in a world of hurt and fear, looked around to see all of the men except Carl -- whose hand was still busy on his nut -- had pulled their cocks out of their flies and were stroking furiously.
Sebastian despeately tried to get Carl to release his throwbbing nut, but he wouldn't. The huge ball was compressed to half and inch... a quarter inch... flatter... and flatter...
"STOP! STOP!" Sebastian, now totally hysterically tried to scream out as Carl finally realeased the assualated nut.
it plumped back to its original shape, but seemed slightly flatter. Carl quickly reached for hte left nut and squeezed it the same way.
Carl would feel the membranes and tissues of this nut were much, much softer than the other one. "Uh-oh. I'm about to pop this egg,"
Carl's face was red with determination as his massive bice flexed in effort. His hand cruely compressed Sebastian's nut flatter and flatter. Sebastian pleaded and cried as his nad was turned into a pancake in the body builders hand. Carl relased his grip just when he was sure he was about to crush the sex organ.
He stepped back and gave Sebastain a moment to recover., pulling out his own enormous ten inch penis and stroking it with both hands, joingin the others. Carl's muscular chest was heaving heavily, the pain coming from everywhere on his body -- especially his balls -- making it hard to breath. His eyes were neraly matted shut from crying, but he could still look down adn see his massive genitals now dangerously swollen and black. His cock had long since gone flacid. He looked aroudn the room at the seven throbbing cosks, hoping that when he'd caught his breath they would leave his aching balls alone and just destroy his ass. He was fantaszing about being brutally fucked -- maybe two or three at a time -- and his cock started to stir again.
"You want us to destroy you?" Carl said, his voice shaking as his building clmaz boiled in his bull nuts.
Sebastian shook his head yes, his ass twitching with anticipation.
"Good. Line up gents. Punching bag time,"
Punching bag? What did they...
SPLAT! The first man's fist connected with Sebastian's swollen ball bag with so much force Sebastian thought he was going to pass out...
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Each man's brick like fist plowed into the fleshy orbs with wet, echoing splats. The memberanes of his testicles just weren't designed to handle anything so rough and were already starting to fail when...
SPLA---AAT"
The sixth fist was partilcaly powerful, the impact crushing Sebstain's nuts into his pelvic bone.
"Oh yeah, I think they're about to go bye bye" the man said to laughter.
Sebastian's muffled screams were gut wrenching. This isn't what he had agreed to. These guys were seriously going to destory him if he couldn't get away...
"Aww, you want us to stop," Carl asked, the last one to get a punch this turn.
"MMmhmmm!" Sebastian pleaded, his head shaking 'yes' so vilently his neck hurt. He was pleading with his eyes, beggin Carl to just let him go...
Carl drew his fist back...
"MMmhmm!" Sebastian screamed.
Whoosh! --- SPLOSH! Carl nearly blew his load as he felt his fist connect with -- and blow apart -- Sebastian's battered right nut.
Sebastian's eyes grew huge and he screamed in one inhumane, continuous drone.
"Oh yeah, that's one."
The handsome waiter, half desexed, thrashed his legs in a vain effort to escape, but he knew it was hopefully. There was no way, even with his poweful stature, he could escape the clutches of seven internatinoally known body builders. It just wasn't possible... Sebastian began to sob as he knew he was about ot lose his last nut.
Carl clutched the still whole, though very swollen and bruised, left nut in his fist.
"You guys wanna see me crush this egg?"
The men cheered and Sebastian's head shook 'no' wildly. He was pleading through his gag, hopping that he was just in a horrible nightmare...
"Crush it!"
"Make it splatter!"
Carl clenched his fist tightly untl the testicle nearly burst. Sebastian howled.
Carl opened his fist and quickly clenched his fist again. He did this a doezen times, feeling the about-to-burst tseticle getting soft and mushy in the sack.
"Oh yeah, it's getting scrambled!" Carl announced as he clenched his fist again, only this time not stopping until the poor orb was so compressed that even the slightest bit more pressure would have cauased it to collapse...
"You guys wanna' see this dude's yolk fly?"
Everyone cheered. Sebatian's eyes shot open in horror, hoping they'd spare him or that this was some kind of joke..
"Five... four... three..." the men coutned down slowly as Carl's wide open hand sat seady to crush Sebastian's last testicle into mush.
"...two... one."
"MMMmmhhhhmmph!"
SPLO--OO--OOSH!
Carl closed his mighty fist so quickly, and with such force aroudn the enormous, sagging nard that it burst instantly before the sack split open, nut goop oozing out from between Carl's totally clenched hand and spraying his face. It was a macabre recreation of hte egg crush from early that evening.
Carl knew -- from experience -- that he had the sterngth in his hand to annihilate a testicle, but the earlier 'softening up' everyone had done to it helped add to the explosive, splattering ending .
Sebastian let out a blood curdling scream before his head went limp and he passed out.
He awoke to the stinging odor of smelling salts some time later. He could tell even throug the suite's closed drapes that it was daylight out, but he couldn't tell ho much time had passed. He was laying spread eagle on his back on the bed and, to his surprise, wasn't being held down.
"Wakey, wakey," Carl said putting the salts away on the night stand and straddling Sebastian's still nacked body. The otehr six body builders were standing around the bed, naked their obseneley muscular bodies glistening with sweat and all of their cocks sticking straight out. There was also a nother man, a sheepish looking man in a suit standing near the door.
"Is he good to go, doc?" Carl asked the man.
"Yes. I was um, able to remove most of the damaged tissue. The stiches are fresh so you'll need to be careful with him..." the doctor , whose skills usually went no further than patching up and heping body builders train, instructed.
"Thanks doc," Carl said, his voice implying that ti was time for the good doctor to leave, which he did silently.
"Now, are you ready for your ass to be ripped apart?" Carl said, bending his head down to softly nuzzle Sebastians' neck.
Sebastian was able to reach a hand around the massive body builder on top of him. His scrotum was a very sore, flattened husk. He could feel the still -fresh stitches. His balls were totally gone... mercileslly crushed by these beefy studs. He was in too much shock to cry, or gasp or even react to the feeling of a total void where his once egg sized sperm tanks has been. And what a load he would have blown for them, he thought. He had been abstinate for a week in anticipation of his gang rape... to do Sebastian's surprise his cock was starting to stir a bit.
"Well," Carl asked again softly.
The circle of men, their cocks hard and dripping with precum closed in aroudn the bed. The smallest, the term being relative, was easliy seven inches long and the largest was Carl's ten inch horse cock. The thought of being fucked mericllessly and degraded by these men as their ballless sex slave was -- despite everything -- making Sebastian feel hornier than he had ever been. All of those nights in the gym, all of his careful dieting, HIs obsesino with building his perfectly sculpted, husky, muscle bound body had been leading up to this moment. To be totally used by these amazing speciimens of male power. They had, Sebastian concluded, already shown their total, utlimate dominance over his manhood by efofrtleessly crushing it. He knew his only purpose now was to service these beutiful men. He longed to complete their consquest and reached up, locking lips with Carl.
"Fuck me! FUCK MY BRAINS OUT!" Sebastian screamed as the six other body builders began to pile on top of him.
And ocntrary to the doctor's advice, they were not at all gentle with the the studly blonde as a combined five feet of cock stretched his guts in every conveieable position.... and Sebastian loved it.
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