Hello gentle readers! At the time that I'm writing this message (March 19, 2016), the story that I'm posting below is the final completed story in my personal archives. In other words, I will have posted ALL of my stories! But never fear, I have plenty more stories in the works...and I can only imagine that between March and now (December), I'll have finished even more new stories and rewrites to share with all of you all.
But just in case, I wanted to make sure that everything that I've got that's 100% complete had been pre-loaded to this blog.
Enjoy the holiday season (it's so weird to be typing that in March!), and I hope to be sharing more with you soon!
--Jayse
Now for this week's story. Sack Stomper remains one of my all-time favorite authors, and I finally got around to putting my stamp on one of his awesome stories earlier this year. I hope you enjoy the results... :D
Rupture Fest: Two-Ball Golf
Based on an original story by Sack Stomper
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The air in the small, brightly lit room was chilly but not quite cold. Light bounced off three of the highly reflective gray concrete walls, while on the fourth wall was an enormous flat panel television, easily 70 inches on the diagonal, playing a test pattern. Cables hung lazily from the bottom of the television to the ground. On the floor directly in front of the screen was a chalk outline of a spread eagle body, with cuff restraints where the wrists and ankles would be.
The silence of the room was broken as the door opposite the television opened up, and a dozen sharply dressed businessmen filed in. These handsome and distinguished men ranged in age from early 30s to mid 50s, and they were casually chatting about business and the weather. None of them seemed particularly impressed by the ‘small’ television displaying nothing, but a few of them did raise an eyebrow at the odd marking on the floor. When elegant businessmen had all gathered, an additional gentleman walked into the room, this one an exceptionally handsome young man in his early thirties dressed entirely in black. This young man took a spot in front of the screen, and smiled patiently as the rest of the men gradually ceased their conversations and turned their attention to the new arrival. The gathered men grew quiet, these titans of business and industry silenced in eager anticipation of the commencement of the latest new game.
“Gentleman, welcome!” said the handsome young newcomer. “I hope that you’ve all been enjoying our special weekend event, and I trust that we’ve been providing sufficient amusements that cater to even your understandably jaded tastes.” A murmur of approval came from the dozen businessmen. “But I ask you, what would a weekend at a country club be without a round of golf…?”
A new low murmur came from the assembled men, both affirming the idea of a round of golf, and wondering what special twist was in store for them.
“Bring him in,” the announcer shouted calmly.
No sooner had he given the command than three tall, broad shouldered, and very muscular men entered the room. They were dressed all in black, like the host, but their square-jawed faced were partially obscured by large mirrored sunglasses. One of them got to work silently handing each of the businessmen a golf club, his stoic expression never wavering. The golf clubs themselves were strangely menacing looking, with club heads that were easily twice the size of a normal driver, and far heavier as well. These were the kind of golf clubs that wouldn’t just send a golf ball sailing for 400 yards or more, it would also pulverize said golf ball to dust in the process!
Meanwhile, the other two men in black were literally dragging a naked young man into position in front of the screen. The naked victim was a relatively short but very powerfully built blonde who couldn't have been more than 25 years old. He had been bound and gagged, but was still managing to put up quite a fight, screaming loudly even through his gag. When he had been dragged in front of the screen, the two men in black threw him heavily to the concrete floor with a loud smack of naked, beefy muscle on stone. They then quickly proceeded to stretch the lad’s powerful limbs into a spread eagled position on top of the chalk pattern, and made short work of securing the wrist and ankle restraints onto the struggling young man.
With the young blond firmly secured to the cold stone floor, the other gentlemen could finally get a good look at the bound lad. The young man possessed an absolutely beautiful physique, packed with formidable-looking muscles that were impressively chiseled and defined. The lad continued to struggle uselessly against his bindings, which made his extra large muscles bulge and flex most appealingly. The young man was also extremely handsome, with square-jawed, blue-eyed, all-American good looks. The young stud looked like an all-star college football player — most likely a linebacker due to his thickly muscled and sturdy build — and his masculine beauty set the cocks of every man present to start stirring in their impeccably tailored pants.
Perhaps even more impressive than the lad’s beauty and build, however, was the size of the beefy meat hanging between his powerfully muscled legs. The handsome young man was spectacularly well hung, even by the jaded standards of the ultra rich business tycoons. Despite the young man’s obvious terror, his enormous cock was rock hard, the insanely thick phallus hovering only an inch or so above his granite-etched abdominal muscles and quivering with sexual need. The mighty man tool was deceptively long, its apparent length looking shorter due to its phenomenally sturdy girth, but easily measuring at least a full foot in length.
Hanging heavy and full beneath that colossal cock were a set of huge nuts that were an equal in size and power to the lad’s extraordinary phallus, a set of massive bollocks that truly earned the moniker ‘bull nuts’. Each fat, oblong orb was nearly the size of a ripe grapefruit, and together completely filled the young blond’s freshly shaved scrotum to the max.
One of the large men in black bent down on one knee between the lad’s powerful legs and roughly grabbed the blond’s humongous rounded testicles around their base. The big thug then began to wrap the base of the lad’s huge balls with a roll of white athletic tape, stretching the gigantic orbs away from the blond’s muscular crotch as he wound the tape around and around the neck of the lad’s big sac. The tape was unusually stiff, so by the time the dark-clad man was done, the lad’s mammoth nuts were stretched several inches from his body, the tough binding making his balls stick up perpendicular to his crotch. The end result looked like two enormously oversized and fleshy golf balls waiting on top of a golf tee.
The gathered businessmen quickly began to realize what was about to happen, a few of them started openly rubbing their swelling crotches at the exciting prospect. The kneeling man in black, his first task completed, proceeded to attach two electrodes held by tape to the back of each of the blond’s bulging testicles, then ran the attached wires and connected them to the apparently useless cables hanging from the television. As soon as he did so, the monitor came to life. As the trio of dark-clad muscle men silently left the room, closing the door behind them, two large computer-generated golf balls appeared on the screen against a fake golf course background. The two dimpled white balls rotated slowly, filling up most of the screen.
After the black-clad men had left the room, the handsome young host continued. “This is a game that we like to call ‘Rupture Golf’. As you can see, sensors have been attached to this young man’s magnificently oversized bollocks. These sensors tell the computer system detailed information about the status and structural integrity of his big balls, including how round…or not…his golf balls are.”
The announcer then knelt down between the muscular blond’s quivering legs and grabbed the enormous right nut in his hand. The gigantic testicle filled the host’s big hand to the max. He then squeezed his fingers with all of his might, slightly distorting the mammoth gland in his vise-like grip and eliciting a squeal of pain from the trapped stud. Meanwhile, the large rotating golf ball on the right side of the screen started to change color from bright while to pink. He steadily increased the pressure, and the animated golf ball corresponding to the blond’s right testicle turned more and more pink.
“The more damage you inflict on the young man’s ball, the more red it gets on the screen. The point of this golf game is to get the golf balls on the screen as red as possible…before shattering them altogether.”
The gentlemen chuckled, and more than one rock hard cock could be seen to visibly pulse and flex in their pants.
The announcer loosened his nut-mangling grip on the doomed right nut, letting the massive orb plump back up to its regular shape. Simultaneously, the golf ball on the screen slowly transitioned back to white as the brutal pressure was removed from the aching gonad.
The businessmen eagerly formed a line, their clubs at the ready.
“Whenever you’re ready, gentlemen.”
The host moved out of the way to allow the first man to step forward. He lined up the huge, heavy head of his club with the young man’s even larger testicles, taking a few practice swings to make sure his aim was true. The handsome young blond bellowed into his gag, his massive muscles flexing dramatically as he tried desperately to close his legs, but he was powerless to protect his huge, round balls perched atop the tightly wound cylinder of athletic tape. The other businessmen chuckled with aroused amusement at the lad’s thrashing and muffled pleas, eager to see the effect of the heavy golf club striking such fantastically oversized nuts.
The first man finally cocked his club back and, with a mighty swing, slammed the club directly into the young muscle stud’s titanic nuts.
WHACK!!!!!
The head connected solidly with a beefy sound of steel on flesh, and the sturdy stud bellowed in agony. Both of the animated golf balls flashed red and, for a moment, the left ball stopped rotating. They were both still transitioning back from red to pink when the next man took his spot between the lad’s gorgeously muscled legs.
The second businessman took his time carefully lining up his aim, the crowd behind him cheering him on. “Fore!” he shouted playfully as he sent the heavy wooden club sailing with a whoosh through the air.
WHACK!!!!!
The club connected solidly with the left testicle. The left golf ball on the screen shook violently and flashed a darker red. The young man screamed even louder this time, his entire body arching off the floor as much as his restraints would allow. The muscular stud was clearly in a world of pain.
“Wait until you guys feel this!” the second businessman exclaimed. “This kid has got a freakishly TOUGH set of bull nuts on him! I hit those mighty bollocks with everything I had, and they hardly even seemed to dent against my club!”
It was true, the handsome blond hunk did indeed have an unusually solid and dense set of stud nuts. But no man’s balls were ever designed to suffer such extreme abuse, and the lad’s behemoth bull nuts were already starting to swell and darken from just those first two strikes.
The third man, noticing that the left golf ball on the screen was still vibrating slightly and wasn't turning from red to white as quickly as its twin, purposefully took aim at the poor blond’s huge left nut.
“I think I'm gonna get a hole in one…” he mockingly quipped, not breaking eye contact with crying stud as his club collided full force with his left testicle.
WHACK!!!!!
The golf ball on the left side of the screen rocked violently and flashed to burgundy. The ball on the right turned more red as well.
“Jesus!! I see what you mean!” exclaimed the third gentleman. “I thought for sure the kid’s bollocks would blow apart with the power of my swing, but instead they just stopped my club dead in its tracks! This lad is a BEAST!”
The handsome young man was oblivious to the compliment, however, for he was steadily yelling into his gag, tears of agony, terror, and desperation streaming down his handsome face. His enormous whale cock remained hard as a rock, however, as if daring the assembled businessmen do visit their worst upon his oversized manhood.
The fourth man took up position, lining up his club so that it would smack in the middle of the bound sack and swung the club so hard that, when it connected, the resultant shockwaves actually caused pain in his upper arm.
WHACK!!!!!
The line of businessmen each took their turns striking the lad’s steadily swelling nuts with all of their might, each amazed at the fantastic resilience of the young man’s massive balls.
WHACK!!!!!
“UNNH!!”
WHACK!!!!!
“GNNHHH!!!”
WHACK!!!!!
“GRRRRHH!!”
WHACK!!!!!
“MMMMNNPHH!!!”
WHACK!!!!!
“UUUNNHHH!!!”
WHACK!!!!!
“NHHHNNHH!!!”
WHACK!!!!!
“GRRNNHHH!!”
WHACK!!!!!
“UUUHH!!! UNH!!! NNHHH!!!”
Any other man’s nuts would likely have been obliterated with no more than three or four solid blows, but the heroically hung muscle jock managed to endure all dozen ball breaking blows with his manhood still miraculously intact!
After the last man landed his strike into the stud’s red and swollen balls, both animated golf balls were flashing a dark red, pulsing in time to the agony that was assaulting the lad’s battered manhood. The animated balls had also swollen visibly larger, reflecting the bloating occurring in the young man’s bollocks due to the heavy trauma they had received. Astoundingly, however, the stud’s massive horse cock was still hard as warm granite, and in fact had been leaking slick precum all over the upper expanse of his cobblestone abs. If the group of businessmen didn’t know any better, they’d have guessed that the hugely hung lad was getting close to orgasm!
The host once again knelt between the blond’s muscular legs and gripped his bruised and swollen right bollock. This time, when he squeezed his large hand, his fingers sank noticeably deeper into the battered tissues of the lad’s mammoth nut, clear evidence that the mighty bull testicle was softening up under the punishing abuse.
The host addressed the group of businessmen, saying, “It looks like our friend here is indeed still intact. We obviously select all of our subjects for their size and beauty, but we reserve only our toughest stock for games like Rupture Golf. That said, this handsome young specimen is clearly exceptionally tough, even by our country club’s high standards.”
He squeezed the bloated and puffy bollock even tighter, watching as the corresponding ball on the screen flashed an even darker burgundy, pulsing even harder as the crushing pressure began to approach critical levels.
“Yes, if we stopped now, this astoundingly tough and resilient young man would no doubt heal from even this abuse, and be ready for another round of ‘golf’ in a week or so.”
The host paused for effect, his big hand continuing to maul and mangle the blond’s impossibly beefy bollock.
“Of course, we never bore our patrons and guests by repeating the use of the same talent. Therefore, who would like to take a second swing at these massive goolies?”
The gentlemen all chuckled out loud, and eagerly lined up once again for a second round of Rupture Golf. They were all extremely aroused by the game and by the stunningly handsome young muscle stud shackled in front of them, and they all wanted to be the one to break the lad’s seemingly indestructible mega nuts.
WHACK!!!!!
WHACK!!!!!
WHACK!!!!!
WHACK!!!!!
Over and over again, the massive heads of the oversized carbon steel golf clubs collided with annihilating force into the young man’s swollen and bruised nuts, and again and again, they defied each man by enduring every blow and surviving intact. Dark purplish-red bruises were erupting all over the lad’s scrotum, proof of the heavy trauma and damage the massive orbs were sustaining. But both orbs continued to maintain their oblong shapes, despite swelling to nearly twice their already monstrous size and becoming softer and mushier on each successive swing.
The young man’s incredibly thick horse cock also seemed to have swollen even larger and harder than ever before, and the drool of precum from its bloated tip had become a steady stream of clear crystalline juices. The lad was clearly a stallion among men!
WHACK!!!!!
WHACK!!!!!
WHACK!!!!!
WHACK!!!!!
More than halfway through the second round, and the young stud’s beefy balls are now clearly in serious trouble. The heavy golf clubs are now crashing deep into the traumatized tissues of the young man’s balls, the huge club heads disappearing halfway into the distorted nut meat. The awesome balls continued to plump back to their regular shape after each crippling blow, but they were taking longer to bounce back after each successive strike. It was clear that their mighty endurance was rapidly wearing out.
At the same time, the lad’s magnificent elephant cock was bloated to a truly fantastic size, the thick veins snaking all up and down its length looking like they would pop right out of the skin, and the entire mighty organ visibly quivering like a plucked bowstring. Against all reason, the gorgeous young stud looked like he was just about to cum!
WHACK!!!!!
The next blow was apparently more than the young lad’s overactive virility could take. With a mighty bellow of agony, the young man’s colossal cock gave a violent pulse, and a titanic wad of thick white spunk erupted from its tip. The wad was a fantastic gusher of sperm, an impossibly voluminous purging of the young man’s steadily crumbling bollocks. The achingly handsome stud’s cock reared up like some sort of prehistoric beast as the first deluge sprayed from its tip, so the unbelievably thick rope of cum cleared the lad’s body entirely, instead painting a blindingly white stripe of pearlescent nut sludge across the cold concrete floor almost the whole way to the closed door.
All of the men in the room were momentarily frozen by the unimaginably powerful and erotic sight.
A second and even more magnificent wad of splooge erupted from the young man’s shuddering bull cock, and this second wad DID strike the door more than a dozen feet away, exploding in a huge gooey mess across the lower half of the door.
What followed was the most massive and awe-inspiring cum load that any of the men had ever seen. The young muscle man’s humongous cannon of a cock continued to thunder out wad after colossal wad of thick and chunky sperm, painting and repainting the floor and door with a thick shellacking of the lad’s immensely powerful male essence, and also spilling a considerable volume of the hot and sticky goo all over his own magnificent torso, massive shoulders, bull-like neck, and breathtakingly handsome face.
The next businessman in the queue shook off his momentary shock, lined up his golf club, and slammed his heavy club into the lad’s violently constricting balls, clobbering them full force even as they were purging themselves of a load of legendary proportions.
WHACK!!!!!
The lad screamed into his gag with even greater agony, the pain of the blow magnified tenfold due to the simultaneous orgasm that was still tearing through his lean and muscular loins. The next slug of cum was even larger and more voluminous than any that had come before, the sperm literally crushed from his balls with the insane ferocity and force of the mighty blow.
The next man in the queue quickly stepped forward and sent his club sailing with blinding speed into the lad’s rapidly failing nuts.
WHACK!!!!!
And the muscle stud’s titanic load STILL raged onward, pumping out truly epic quantities of the thickest and whitest splooge imaginable. It was an utterly incredible and awe-inspiring sight, an orgasm that would go down in legend, and a fitting swan song to the young man’s heroically oversized and powerful manhood.
WHACK!!!!!
The last man in the queue got in his second swing as well, his club head colliding with the lad’s balls with devastating force. The young man bellowed even louder than ever as his cock continued to pump out what had to be the largest load in the history of mankind. Now, however, these mighty wads of sperm were tinged with tiny streaks of pink, proof that blood starting to mix with all of that rich sperm as the structural integrity of the young stud’s bull balls finally started to fail.
The small crowd watched in awed silence as the young man continued to thrash and holler, and his mighty crank of a cock shot out another 5 or 6 heavy wads before his unutterably epic orgasm finally began to slow and cease. The blond muscle god had just shot out at least two DOZEN almighty blasts of cum, each containing more volume of pure sperm than the greatest porn star’s entire load. What’s more, the lad’s brutish bull cock remained rock hard and quivering, looking for all the world like it was ready to shoot out a second load at any moment.
The volume of raw spume that had slashed and splashed across the room was simply super human. There had to be more than a QUART of the rich and gamey man juice sprayed in a thick and chunky line from across the lad’s abs, chest, and face, to the door more than a dozen feet behind him. It was the most intensely and insanely masculine and powerful sight that any of the men had ever seen, and more than one man discovered that he had cum in his own pants during the lad’s epic sperm eruption, his own orgasm virtually unnoticed during the lad’s colossal display of hyper virility.
Even the host appeared flabbergasted by the manly sight, and he once again knelt between the young man’s sweat-slickened and muscular thighs. The young man’s beefy bollocks had swollen so disgustingly huge by now that it required BOTH of the host’s hands to envelop the blond’s bloated and angry right ball. And this time when he squeezed, his fingers appeared to plunge easily into the insanely meaty depths of the horrifically swollen nut, grossly distorting the mangled bollock and tearing a fresh cry of agony from the young man’s hoarse throat.
The host continued to squeeze and crush the terrifically battered orb for what seemed like several minutes, his strong hands producing disturbing sloshing and crunching sounds as the colossal orb tried valiantly to maintain its structural integrity during the brutal manual assault. The animated ball on the screen pulsed and flashed like some sort of fire alarm, the gigantic golf ball glowing the deepest and darkest red. Both balls had now swollen so large that they nearly filled the television screen, and neither orb was fading in color in the slightest. The lad’s titanic balls were clearly on the brink of destruction.
The host finally released the tortured orb and addressed his audience again, a note of shock and no little amount of respect in his slightly trembling voice. “Well, this is a first for the country club! We’ve never had a subject survive even a single round of Rupture Golf, let alone two! The power in this young man’s huge balls is simply mind boggling!! Even after all of the brutality they’ve suffered, and despite how much damage has already been inflicted on their beefy interiors, both of the young man’s bull nuts are still whole! And despite their profound weakening and battering, and how squishy they are in my hands, they’re still so strong that I cannot force his bull ball to break!! This is doubtless going to be a game of Rupture Golf for the record books!”
The dozen gentlemen all heartily voiced their agreement, equally impressed with the stamina and staying power of their young charge…and equally eager to see the stud’s heroic manhood and epic virility utterly annihilated.
Sensing the raw lust and hunger in the other men’s eyes, the young host smiled and said, “Who’s ready for round three?”
WHACK!!!!!
WHAP!!!!!
WHAP!!!!!
The men were once again lined up to rain terrible ruin upon the blond muscle boy’s utterly vulnerable and helpless bollocks. The fantastic force of each blow made both mammoth, mangled orbs quiver like they were made of jelly, and they were swollen so large and had become so mushy that it was hard to tell where one ball ended and the other began.
But they were still somehow, impossibly, intact!
The fourth man, one of the youngest and most sturdily built of the gentlemen, lined up his heavy-headed club with the bloated reddish-purple mass that was the beautiful blond’s massive nutsac, and let fly with a truly ball-busting swing.
WHAATCH!!!!!
The effect of the colossal blow to the blond’s bloated junk was equally devastating. To everyone’s surprise, an animated ‘crack’ appeared down the middle of the right golf ball. The left was shaking and pulsing so violently that it looked like it was about to explode on its own, and it had turned such a dark shade of burgundy that it was almost black.
“Uh oh! It doesn’t look good for our handsome friend,” the announcer said mockingly. Everyone chuckled and laughed…except for the hunky blond himself, of course!
Amazingly, the blond’s mighty and massive gonads survived the fifth and sixth blows as well. By now, however, the golf ball on the right side of the screen had three large cracks in its crumbling walls, and the one on the left had developed a large crack as well. They were now both the darkest shade of burgundy, and there was not the slightest hint of either ball’s color fading any time soon.
“Wow, look at how detailed the animation is!” the seventh man remarked with an astounded tone to his normally jaded voice, impressed at how life like the golf ball animation was. The other men voiced their agreement, all clearly exceedingly entertained by this new sport.
“FORE!!” the seventh man shouted with glee. His heavy club made a loud WHOOSH! sound as it sailed through the air and collided with devastating force into the lad’s failing sac of bull nuts.
SQUAAATCH!!!!!
A sickening wet crunching sound emanated from the young man’s nearly pulverized bollocks. Meanwhile, the left golf ball on the screen was now covered in at least a dozen large cracks, and the ball on the right was shaking violently and threatening to crumble into chunks.
“Well, it looks like this is it folks!” exclaimed the young host. “Against all odds, our handsome young hunk here has survived 31 unimaginably brutal blows from your oversized golf clubs. But his magnificent bull nuts are now so fractured and heavily damaged that it will take only one more blow to destroy them forever.”
“Even now, however, the lad’s epic manhood could be saved. If we were to stop now, and I mean RIGHT now, the young man would almost certainly be able to heal even this nearly mortal damage to his monstrous bollocks. In just a few weeks, he could be back to shooting even more record-breaking loads of his hot stud ball cream, and entertaining us with future opportunities to rain brutal tortures and agonies upon his truly awe-inspiring nuts. So what say you? Shall we allow this handsome and muscular stud beast to rest and recover, sparing his bollocks from utter annihilation?”
“NO!!!” shouted all dozen businessmen in unison, and then laughed at the vehemence in their combined voices.
“I was hoping you’d say that!” the host said, an evil smile playing across his handsome features and a twinkle in his eyes. “Please, sir, step forward and claim this young muscle man’s fantastic nuts as your prize!”
“Ha ha! My turn!” the eighth man laughed, striding forward and taking a casual golf stance. By now, the blond’s nearly shattered sac was one great swollen mass, the once obvious outline of two balls starting to disappear. The businessman lined up his heavy club against the swollen side of the young man’s bloated bag, and took more than half a dozen short, gentle swings into the screaming orbs, admiring the way that the titanic testicles were now profoundly deforming at even the slightest pressure. The man was clearly toying with the sobbing, pleading muscle boy, drawing out the upcoming annihilation of his manhood for dramatic effect.
“So how does it feel, stud?” the man said, taunting the bound muscle hunk and locking his gaze with the lad’s terrified blue eyes. “Everything that makes you a man is contained in those two monstrously oversized nuts of yours. All of your potential babies, the future of your genetic line. And it’s all just sitting there, helpless and exposed, waiting for me to take them away. To render you a eunuch, something less than a man. I’m about to steal your future as a hot muscle stud. Say goodbye to your precious nuts, stud!”
The man swung the huge and heavy club backward in a slow and graceful arc, paused for a moment, and then with a loud grunt sent the club sailing toward its date with destiny, throwing all of his might into the most powerful swing of the evening.
SQUICK!!!!!!!!
As the blond muscle stud shrieked in inhuman agony, both of the animated golf balls shattered into multiple pieces. The computer was now rendering them not as solid objects, but as gooey masses that were starting to drip and ooze on the screen. The men laughed and pointed.
“Did you hear that?! I actually heard one of the stud’s bull nuts go ‘POP!!’” said one of the onlookers. Indeed, the blond’s majestic right nut had exploded with an almost comical sloshing ‘POP’ sound, exploding into useless meat inside of his horrifically bruised sac.
The ninth man rapidly took his spot. He wanted to be sure to do the most damage possible, so he lined up his shot carefully, grabbing the club firmly with both hands.
WHOOSH!!!
SPLISH!!!!!!!!
The image on the screen was looking less and less like two broken golf balls and more like two piles of dark red goop.
The tenth man wasted no time, swinging wildly into the deflating sack.
SPLOOOOSH!!!!!!!!
There were now just two piles of mushy goop showing on the screen. The former balls remained a steady dark, dark red now, and were no longer flashing or rotating in any way. It was clear that the young man’s fantastic bollocks had been demolished.
“I think we broke them,” one of the men joked. Everyone laughed.
“I still get a shot!” came the eleventh golfer as he took his spot. Many of the men snickered, however, for there were clearly no longer any vital, virile stud balls remaining in the horrifically battered sac. Where once there resided two mighty bollocks of truly prodigious dimensions, there was now only one massive, lumpy, shapeless mass of shattered nut meat.
Nevertheless, the eleventh man pulled his club back and set it sailing toward the dark purple, mushy sac between the blond’s muscular and beautifully formed legs…but stopped his club’s progress just before the head connected with the lad’s broken nuts.
“Wait a minute, I think I have an idea,” he said with excitement. “Jon, come up here.”
Jon, the twelfth and final golfer in the group, a tall attractive man in his forties, stood next to the eleventh golfer with a quizzical expression on his face.
The rest of the group looked on curiously as Jon and the other man whispered amongst themselves, clearly coordinating a finishing finale to the blond’s already annihilated sex life.
“Okay, let's do it,” Jon finally said.
The two men stood on either side of the doomed sac, pressing the faces of their clubs into either side of the grotesquely bloated ball bag, and raised their clubs high. It was clear that they intended to slam their clubs into each other…with the blond’s broken ballsac stuck smack in the middle.
“Three... two... one…”
“FORE!!!” everyone shouted at once as the two clubs sailed toward each other.
BLOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!
The enormous, pulpy mass was viciously and violently crushed between the two golf club heads. The contents of the lad’s massive sac had been so liquified at this point that the two heavy golf club heads were practically touching. And before anyone could react, the clubs were retracted once more...
“Three...two...one...FORE!!!!!”
The clubs again slammed into each other, only this time they connected completely with a dull CLANG!! The blond’s entire body tensed in a spectacular display of muscular perfection, and he let out a deep, guttural scream as his mercilessly abused nutsac finally burst open. Both men were spattered by the gooey, gory remains of the handsome young man’s once truly enormous testicles, the mammoth gonads making a terrifically huge mess as their shattered contents were spewed everywhere. The golf balls on the monitor were also reduced to nothing more than a single pile of unrecognizable goop.
Almost unnoticed among the cheers and applause of the dozen businessmen, the gorgeous muscle man’s colossal cock hit orgasm for the final time in his young life, pumping and throbbing even more violently than during his first orgasm. Thick clots of pink and gray gloop pumped out of the majestic organ, splattering all over the lad’s cobblestone abs and densely-muscled chest. With no viable sperm left to shoot, the young man’s cannon of a cock was forced to blast out the pureed remains of his once phenomenal manhood, shooting out nearly a dozen disturbingly thick and chunky wads of gore, a mixture of raw sperm and nearly liquified ball meat. The handsome lad’s once fantastically powerful genetic potential was now nothing but a gigantic mess.
The final two golfers tossed their gore-covered golf clubs to the floor next to the quietly sobbing blond, ignoring the now de-balled and sexless stack of muscles as they gave each other triumphant high fives.
Without an visible prompting, the door of the room opened and the two men in black from earlier strode in. They quickly untied the handsome young blond, who was now limp and unresisting, and carried him out of the room. The gathered businessmen looked on, almost in pity, as the de-sexed muscular jock was carried off.
The host again took this spot in front of the room as the door closed behind the men in black.
“Well, gentleman. I'm glad you enjoyed that first round of Rupture Golf. Now let’s see if we can’t get a hole in one on the next round.”
Again, demonstrating the amazing choreography of the whole affair, the door opened right on cue, with the men in black again in another bound, gagged, and naked man…
