[mm, ballbusting, castration, streaming, commission]

"You don't want to back out, right?"

Jack was an athletic, large-boned guy with unruly dirty blond hair. He was talking to his college dorm buddy, Ryan.

"We prepared for this," Ryan said. "I'm not thinking about backing out."

Ryan, smaller of the two guys, had toned body. They wore tight shirts and pants. They had removed all the unnecessary furniture pieces, so that only things camera could see were two chairs and empty wall of the dorm room. There was a table with a PC, that showed a screen of a camsite. The name of their account was "two_straight_kings", the chatroom was currently empty. Camera was already on, the menu was ready. Everything was prepared for their first show.

"Fuck it, let's earn some money," Jack said.

Ryan clicked green "Start stream" button. The title of the stream was "Erotic show for real gentlemen." They were officially online. Ryan felt a bit nervous.

"There's no going back," Ryan remarked.

Jack scoffed. He was feeling the adrenaline too and was restless.

"Chill out, man. We'll just have an erotic show. None of that gay shit."

As expected the beginning was slow. First viewers showed up after ten minutes. First messages flashed on the screen.

"I like the guy on the left," somebody wrote.

"That's Ryan. I'm Jack," athletic guy told the viewers.

"Hi, guys, welcome to the stream!" Ryan added. "Check out our menu!"

After aminute, Jack was getting restless.

"Fuck it!" he said and pulled off his shirt. "We gotta give them what they want."

He flexed his arms, making his upper arm muscles bulge. Ryan followed suit. He removed his shirt and flexed too. His body was lean, without any body fat, with his muscles defined under his skin. There was a dozen people in the chat.

"Nice guns!" somebody wrote.

"No fucking? I'm out," somebody else wrote.

Jack turned his face to Ryan.

"Fuck that guy!" he said under breath, so that microphone wouldn't pick it up.

Finally, somebody tipped, as announced by a special sound effect. A tip message with golden background flashed on the screen. It was a $20 message from their menu "Get naked". The account's name was "driller666".

"Thank you for the tip, ehm, Driller!" Ryan said.

"Oh, no, thank you, gentlemen!" the viewer responded.

They removed their pants. Jack breathed with relief, because the tight pants were too tight for him anyway. Jack's dick was girthy, adorned with thick veins. His ballsack was large, with two heavy nuts inside. Ryan had a smooth dick that hung over his balsack. Both guys had shaved smooth in preparation for the stream.

"There's no point putting pants back on," Jack said.

"Maybe our dicks will get us more viewers," Ryan said.

"It's only the tips that count!"

They didn't get to wait for long. There was another tip sound, again from "driller666". Two $10 tips and menu items flashed on the screen. Jack and Ryan laughed.

"Slap to balls? I forgot that was on the menu," Jack said.

"Please, slap each other," Driller typed. "You'll really make my day."

"Everything for your pleasure," Ryan said in the camera.

They got up from their chairs and stood facing each other. Ryan looked down and turned his palm towards Jack's balls.

"I'll go first, if you don't mind," he said.

Ryan shot his hand upwards and struck Jack's balls, producing a loud smack. The balls felt firm and round, under silky skin of Jack's ballsack. The athletic guy winced.

"My turn," he said.

Jack smacked his meaty hand into Ryan's crotch, making the smaller ballsack disappear for a second. The hit made Ryan twitch. Both guys chuckled.

"I hope you liked that, Driller," Ryan said.

"Than you, boys," Driller typed. "You do custom requests, don't you?"

"It depends, but sure..." Ryan replied.

"What about $100 for a punch to Jack's balls?"

Ryan and Jack stared at the message, then exchanged looks.

"For a hundred? I'm ready," Jack said.

At the same moment tip sound effect ringed. Driller had tipped a custom $100 tip.

"You sure?" Ryan whispered.

"We are here to earn money," Jack whispered back to him.

Ryan dropped on knees, facing his friend's crotch and raised his fist. Jack held his weighty dick out of the way with his fingers. His fat nuts hung between his muscular thighs, in front of Ryan's eyes. Ryan thrusted his fist forward and crushed into Jack's ballsack like a freight train.

"Oughch..." escaped Jack's mouth.

"Sorry, man," Ryan whispered.

Jack didn't respond, he just, craddling his balls and carefully putting his feet, walked a little circle around the room. Nevertheless, the chat loved it.

"Harder!" some viewer wrote.

"Poor guy!" somebody else remarked.

"Beautiful!" Driller typed.

"I'm glad you guys loved it!" Ryan said. "And again, thank you, Driller."

Meanwhile Jack returned to his chair and dropped his ass in the seat. He kept his legs wide, dick and balls resting on the edge of the chair.

"You ok, man?" Ryan asked him quietly.

"That was nothing," Jack replied. "My balls can take a little punch."

Meanwhile, there was another tip sound. It was another Driller's $100 tip lit up on screen. His message followed.

"I love equality," Driller wrote, "May I ask for Jack to kick Ryan's nuts?"

Jack immediately got up from his chair, and motioned his friend to take position.

"That's just fair, isn't it?" he said.

Ryan reluctantly took stance with his legs wide. His balls hung in a floppy ballsack, completely naked and unprotected. He held his breath, and the chat seemed to be holding breath too. Jack licked his lips and kicked. His toes crushed into their target and made ballsack fly in the air. Ryan's whole package swung like a pendulum and hit his belly. He bent over, nursing his balls in his hands.

"Yeh, that was fair," Ryan muttered.

Jack's big toe had really smashed into his right nut. He had to sit down. Chat filled with messages.

"You really made them jump, baby!" Driller wrote.

"I'm stroking to you guys," some other viewer messaged.

Both guys took deep breaths. Their balls felt warm and definitely didn't need more damage applied to them. Their dicks, resting on the slighly red ballsacks, were semi-hard. Ryan and Jack exchanged looks, as if thinking the same thing.

"I didn't know I will be touching your nuts that much tonight," Jack said.

Ryan winced. Then another Driller's message lit up on the screen.

"I'll double the tip," he wrote. "For a mutual squeeze for ten seconds."

"Sure!" Ryan said.

He didn't know why did he agree so soon. Jack sent him steely look.

"You should ask me first," he murmured.

Driller didn't waste time letting them argue. Another golden tip message for $200 flashed on screen.

"Sorry," Ryan said with a guilty look.

They faced each other, closer to camera. Ryan reached for Jack's balls. They were warm, still sore from his punch. Big guy's dick was semi-hard, just like his own.

"Thumbs firmly on them nuts, boys," Driller added.

"This guy is relentless..." Jack whispered.

"Just make it look real," Ryan whispered in return.

Obviously, he didn't want to scare their top tipper away. Jack reached for Ryan's ballsack and placed his thumbs on his friends sperm orbs.

"Three, two, one, go!"

They both simultaneously pressed their thumbs down.

"One, two..." Ryan counted.

Ryan and Jack's thumbs were digging into each other's balls for real. The pain didn't need to be acted. Their muscles tensed.

"...five, six..." Ryan squeezed words through his teeth.

The pain was excruciating. Each second felt like a year.

"...ten!"

Relieved, they both let each other go. Bodies were sweaty. They were gasping for air. Red flashes had appeared all over their tense muscles.

"Thank you, Driller!"

Jack carefully massaged his large nuts. They were not damaged, but after the pressure applied, they felt different. Somehow they were softer, more tender. Who even was this Driller? He surely had money to spend. Driller wasn't giving them time to think.

"I'll double again," he wrote. "Just for Jack to step in Ryan's balls for ten seconds."

"If you have the money," Jack said.

A golden $400 tip flashed on the screen. Jack shrugged.

"What are you gonna do?" he softly said. "This guy wants what he wants."

"Just... take it easy," Ryan said.

He spread his legs, letting his balls rest on the seat. Jack put his left foot on top of Ryan's saggy ballsack. He could feel both of friend's nuts under the arch of his foot. Jack then pushed himself from the floor and shifted his weight over to the left foot. All his body pressure was applied onto Ryan's balls.

"One, two..." Jack counted.

"Augghhh!" Ryan howled with his teeth clenched.

"...nine, ten!"

Jack finally stepped back on the floor, releasing his balls from under the weight. Both guys were breathing heavily. The pain from their balls was sickening, and arousing too. The whole thing was making them dizzy.

There was another sound effect, and another $400 tip flashed on the screeen. Driller wasnt' even waiting for guy's reaction.

"Give me a knee kick! I wonder, how strong Jack's balls are?"

Somehow, Driller was giving them instructions. Ryan and Jack stood close, so that their foreheads rubbed at each other. Their dicks were touching side by side. Jack's dick was almost twice as thick as Ryan's and hard. Engorged tip brushed at Ryan's abs. Ryan put his hands on Jack's shoulders.

"Man...," Jack started to say.

He didn't get to finish his say, as Ryan's knee shot up and crushed into his nuts. Jack's knees gave in, and he slowly sunk from what felt like an explosion from the devastating kick. His left nut had turned into what felt like a red hot lava. Warm fluid splattered on Ryan's belly. Jack's cum was shooting from his dick, drawing on his abs and even chest. When Jack finally dropped on the floor, some more cum shot out, landing on Ryan's feet.

"Holy shit!" he muttered.

Moan of pain came from Jack.

"You crushed it!" he screamed.

After a moment of stupor Ryan rushed to help Jack stand up.

"I'm sorry for your ball!"

"Is he ok?" somebody wrote in chat.

"More!" wrote another member of the chatroom.

"I'm fine," Jack finally said.

Everything about him was saying he wasn't fine at all. Then Ryan sat the big guy down on the chair, both he and the chat could see the damage that was done. One side of Jack's ballsack sagged almost flat. His left ball had lost half of it's volume. That side of his ballsack was bright red, almost black.

The chatroom was quiet almost as if as stunned as Ryan and Jack were. Jack was sitting there, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. Ryan had to admit, the whole situation was arousing, but also disorientating. His dick was hard. Jack's dick, despite having a ball destroyed and cumming all over Ryan, didn't show any signs of softening. Driller sent another message.

"I'll double again," he wrote. "For an uppercut to Ryan's nuts."

They heard the sound of tip. Driller seemed to know the guys would comply. Jack had come to his senses.

"Let's do it!" he responed.

Ryan took position facing him. He closed his eyes, he knew this was going to be bad. Jack got on his knees, with his legs wide, so that his thigh wouldn't brush against his crushed nut. His friends balls were hanging in their loose sack in front of his eyes. He balled his fist.

"Here you go!"

He shot his fist upwards. Knuckles of his fist smashed into Ryan's softened nuts, and drove them into his groin. The punch lifted Ryan a foot above the floor. When he landed back on his feet, he came. As if the explosion inside his balls was all his dick had needed, he shot a long rope of cum directly in Jack's face. Afterwards Ryan dropped on the floor, whimpering. His hands were holding his ballsack. He could only feel one of his balls inside his painfully hot ballsack. The rest was filled with gooey pulp.

"Wow, man. You jizzed right into my eye," Jack remarked, as his friend was rolling on the floor. "Sorry about your ball."

He helped Ryan to get up from the floor. They carefully sat in their seats, both breathing heavily.

"I can't watch this! Unsubscribing!" somebody wrote.

"You weren't subsribed to begin with!" Jack shouted.

They looked at each other.

"Should we stop?" Jack asked. "We might go completely nutless."

"I don't know," Ryan muttered. "The money is good."

Driller sent another message, and Ryan Ryan inadvertently shudderred.

"I like your spirit, boys," the message read. "I'm doubling the tip again."

There was a sound of another tip.

"Now, Ryan, stomp on Jack's remaining nut."

Ryan couldn't help but exhale, happy that he wasn't on receiving end of Driller's request. Jack looked at the message and spread his knees.

"Don't use full force, man," he told Ryan. "We should end after this."

Ryan placed his foot on Jack's thigh. Jack's ballsack was imbalanced - one side still had his large ball, the other was crumpled and resembled a red rag. Ryan looked into Jack's eyes and stomped down. He felt soft flesh under his heel. There resistance of Jack's nut, after all the abuse it had endured tonight, was almost non-existant. There was a wet plop. Jack started convulsing in his chair, foaming from his mouth.

As if enchanted, Ryan fell on his knees to check on his friend. He couldn't believe Jack's remaining nut had flattened so easy. As if it had never existed. He leaned over Jack's destoyed ballsack to examine it. Jack's dick was still hard and standing up stiff. Just Ryan brought his face nearer, he noticed a white explosion and hot fluid splattered all over his face. Jack has came for the second time.

"Why do his balls look like that, lol?" typed some chatroom newcomer.

Suddenly there was a knock at their dorm room door.

"Hey, can you keep it down!" a rather high male voice shouted behind the wall.

Ryan recognized the voice of their buddy Matt. Chat had heard the knocking.

"Is there another guy?" some nosy viewer typed.

Ryan felt a moment of panic. Naturally, Driller had something to say.

"I double the tip," he messaged, "You bring that guy in here."

The sound of the tip didn't make him wait. Numbers were blurring in Ryan's eyes. Whatever it was, Driller's tips were good. The misterious tipper seemed to have infinite money.

After split second consideration Ryan sprung fron his seat and rushed to the door, as fast as his injured balls let him. He threw the door open. Matt was awake, just out of the bed. He was a slim, lanky freshman with a head full of messy hair. Matt wasn't wearing anything except for white briefs. Ryan noticed that freshman's briefs looked exceptionally full, contrasting to the rest of his frame. Matt was an owner of big juicy nuts.

"Tone it down!" Matt said before changing his tone.

"Hey, why are you naked?" he added. "What are you doing here?"

Ryan didn't keep listening to freshman's questions. He grabbed the unexpected participant by the throat and pulled him inside. Ryan pressed Matt at the wall and looked at the chat. He was ready for the next tip.

"I like the new boy," Driller wrote. "You know what to do!"

Ryan heard the sound of a fresh tip. He didn't even need to look at the numbers. Ryan's knee crushed into Matt's testicles.

"Auggh!" freshman exclamed.

"Shut up!"

Ryan squeezed Matt's throat with his hands and kept kicking. With each knee, it felt Matt's balls were losing their shape. After a quick, devastating series of kick contents of freshman's briefs were turned into mush. Last knee felt like smashing into two overripe tomatoes.

Comatose, Matt sunk down along the wall. White cum leaked through the fabric of his briefs and onto the floor. Ryan grabbed Matt by the hair, held unconscious guy's face closer to camera, then let him fall to the ground.

Honestly, Ryan felt amazing. He returned to Jack. His friend was still unconscious, slouched on his chair. Jack's dick, still thick even in flaccid form, rested over his mangled, darkened ballsack.

Ryan grabbed Jack's sack and, half realising what he was doing, started kneading it with his fingers. Jack's balls were damaged, membranes split and their contents oozing out inside his sack. Ryan used his fingers to split and crush each one of the chunks that remained. He worked on the already damaged sack's contents, squashing them into small particles, until what remained of Jack's nuts was nothing more than sludge.

Satisfied, Ryan stood up. There was another message in the chatroom. He looked at the screen. It was Driller again.

"Come closer to camera," message said. "Two thumbs on remaining ball."

Ryan, enchanted, angled the camera to point at his crotch. Everybody should have a good look at his remaining testicle. He grasped his ballsack, wincing from pain in his crushed ball. As he moved his fingers, his remaining ball moved under the skin of his sack. Ryan stared at it. His dick was still hard. The sound of the tip was the signal to begin. Ryan put both thumbs on the ball, trapping it in place, and pressed down. The testicle squashed under his thumbs with a sickening plop. His throbbing dick shot a last load of cum, that hit the camera, turning the view for the chatroom into white smudge. Then Ryan's vision blurred and he collapsed unconscious.