Rupture Fest: Two-Ball Golf - Part Two

Rupture Fest: Two-Ball Golf

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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The new subject was a strikingly good looking young man with olive skin, dark brown hair, and stunning blue eyes, his features and coloring marking him as being of Italian extraction. This new man was in his early thirties, and significantly taller than the previous blond stud. The Italian hunk had perhaps even bigger muscles than the previous bull stud, gigantic, rippling muscles that bulged and flexed most dramatically as he struggled against the grips of the equally massive men in black. But bound and outnumbered as he was, the handsome Italian was no match for his two handlers. 

The gorgeous Italian’s cock was as rock hard as the blond’s had been, and while it wasn’t quite as monstrously thick as the previous man’s member, it looked to be at least a couple of inches longer! A true beast of a cock, and perhaps even record breaking in terms of its colossal length! And beneath that tree limb of a cock swung a set of enormous, pendulous nuts that were even MORE massive than the previous bloated set! The dark-haired stud’s were so outrageously oversized that they were utterly obscene, and even on his huge frame and against his massive muscles, the huge bollocks looked almost ridiculous. The elite country club was certainly able to obtain some truly exceptional talent! 

As the mighty Italian stud was being restrained and secured to the floor, the third dark-clad man reentered the room carrying what looked like huge croquet mallets, and began replacing the businessmen’s golf clubs with there far heavier weapons. These new mallets were huge, oversized affairs, with heads that looked more like sledgehammers than the mallets used for a sedate lawn game. This more dangerous appearance was reinforced by the fact that the mallet heads themselves were made of solid iron, easily weighing at least 50 or 60 pounds each, and actually making them two or three times larger than standard sledgehammers. The croquet mallet heads were so heavy, in fact, that some of the businessmen — none of whom were frail — actually had some difficulty holding them up and wielding them. 

The men in black left in short order, and the handsome host had the dozen businessmen draw straws to determine who would go first. By chance, the youngest and most largely built of the impeccably dressed business tycoons won the contest, and so would be the first to take a whack at the handsome Italian’s doomed testicles. 

The men noticed that the latest victim had been prepared slightly differently than the blond. The tall stud’s even more enormous and voluminous bollocks had been stretched out with the athletic tape like before, but owing to the unusually baggy and low-hanging nature of the young man’s ballsac, his gigantic nuts had been stretched out an astounding 5 full inches from his muscular crotch, making the mammoth orbs bulge huge and enticing in their silky smooth bag. Also, instead of making the young man’s balls jut upward like they were on some sort of golf tee, the Italian’s impossibly huge and heavy nuts had been stretched out parallel to the floor, and were resting on a block of solid steel that was a good 12 inches square and 6 inches thick — a pedestal to hold what had to be some of the largest nuts in the whole world! 

The animated golf balls had once again returned to the screen, white and pristine, and a size or two larger than the previous bull-sized set. All was in readiness. 

The first golfer took his position between the handsome Italian’s enormously muscular legs, smiling with a gruel grin as he gazed down upon the massive, meaty targets resting innocently on the steel block. He hefted his huge croquet mallet, getting accustomed to its unusual weight, and gently brought the iron head down on top of the Italian’s massive sac. 

The feel of the cold metal pressing against his warm flesh made the handsome stud start to panic, screaming and pleading through his gag as he thrashed against his restraints. The dark-haired hunk had a truly massive build, as big and as cut as a professional bodybuilder, but even his impressive strength was rendered useless by the thick bindings at his ankles and wrists. 

The golfer relaxed his grip on the mallet, letting the weight of the head be completely supported by the young man’s massive balls. The 60-pound weight was more than enough to crack some men’s balls, but the young Italian’s balls seemed to effortlessly carry the load, squashing only halfway flat under the huge weight. Still, having 60 pounds of steel crushing down on his bollocks must have been extremely painful, for the young stud bellowed in agony and thrashed his gorgeous head from side to side, tears of pain coursing down his handsome cheeks. 

Laughter erupted from the small crowd of men at the Italian’s predictable reaction. The golfer, clearly a showman, lifted the mallet off of the man’s balls, letting it hover just an inch above the extraordinarily massive balls…and then let the entire weight drop again. 

THUD!!!

The young muscle man cried out in even greater pain as his behemoth balls were once again quashed halfway flat. 

Seizing upon this new game, the golfer repeated this action over and over again, each time raising the massive mallet another inch higher then before, and then letting gravity once more haul the huge weight down into the young man’s unprotected bollocks. 

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

With each repetition, the falling weight caused the man’s incredibly thick and tough balls to squash just a little bit more, before rebounding to their only half-crushed size. The muscle man’s grunts and cries and bellows of pain became more and more urgent and strident as the ever-increasing pummeling continued. At the same time, however, the young man’s magnificent cock throbbed harder and harder with each hammer blow, looking for all the world like the handsome stud was rapidly approaching orgasm. 

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

After more than two dozen blows, the mallet was now being raised more than two full feet above the young man’s bright red and slightly swollen balls. The animated golf balls were a similar bright red and pulsing with an almost visceral pain. It was clear that while the dropped weights were helping soften up the two massive, fleshy targets, the pummeling abuse wasn’t actually causing the huge orbs any serious damage. These were without a doubt a tough and resilient set of bull bollocks, and it would take a lot more than this ‘mild’ abuse to cause them to start to weaken. 

The lad’s mammoth bull cock had impossibly grown even larger and harder under the relentless ball abuse, and was now pouring long strings of clear precum all over his upper abdominal muscles, painting them with a sticky sheen of wetness. 

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

THUD!!!

Even from a height of three feet, the huge mallet seems to do little more than partially flatten the Italian’s heroically tough and resilient bollocks. As if to prove that point, when the golfer finally removes the mallet after one final smackdown, the two huge golf balls on the screen quickly start fading back to pink, and then turning even more pale as they start verging back to white. The young man’s balls were so fantastically strong that they were already almost completely recovered from more than three dozen steadily harder hammer blows! 

Without warning or preamble, the golfer suddenly heaves the heavy mallet into the air, both hands gripping the thick wooden handle with impressive strength, wobbling only slightly as the awkward, bottom-heavy mallet reaches its perch at the top of a wide arc. The handsome businessman locks his gaze with the young muscle man’s pleading and begging eyes, reflecting only lust and disdain in return. An unspoken communication passed between both men, and the gorgeous Italian muscle hunk began to bellow into his gag in sheer terror as he realized his phenomenal manhood was about to be pulverized into oblivion. 

Time seemed to almost stand still, that magical, timeless moment between being a man with a massive set of stones between his legs, and being a useless and sexless thing. 

WHOOSH!!!

The enormous mallet cut a wide and powerful arc through the air, aimed directly at the young man’s power-packed scrotum. The golfer was obviously throwing every ounce of his considerable might behind the swing, and it was clear that there was going to be quite an impact…

BLOOOOOOOOOSSSHHH!!!!!!!!!!

The mallet collided with annihilating force smack dab in the middle of both of the young man’s nuts. In an instant, both mammoth gonads were utterly destroyed as the mallet head collided with -- and blew apart -- the huge Italian bollocks in a single blow. The handsome man’s blue eyes almost bugged out of his head as he watched the gooey matter splatter all over his washboard stomach and tree-trunk thighs. More of the shattered testicular matter sprayed the men standing around the doomed hunk, festooning their tailored pant legs with chunky clots of balls meat and an astounding volume of raw, un-shot sperm. 

At that same moment, a single monumental blast of jizz — the Italian’s last load as an intact male — erupted out of his magnificent cock to burst against the thick overhang of his massive pecs. The young man’s final load of viable sperm, his entire future as a potential father, now shellacked the underside of his colossal chest, his supreme genetic potential as utterly wasted as that of the beautiful blond who’d come before him. 

“Oops!” the businessman laughed derisively, and was met with the chuckles and applause of his fellows.

“Bring in the next subject,” the handsome host said. The gorgeous, pain-wracked Italian saw the door open and a stunning, heavily muscled red head be forced into the room. The dark-haired stud took in the sight of the massive and extremely hairy ballbag swinging wildly between the handsome ginger’s thick thighs, a set of bull bollocks that rivaled the size of the mighty stones that until so recently had hung between his own muscular legs, and then the gorgeous Italian mercifully passed out.