Donation goals

mm, ballbusting, castration, bondage, streaming, camming, commission

"Now, the gag."

"Wait, why..."

Victor didn't finish his words. Young man's brown eyes widened, as a ballgag was pushed into his mouth and the strap fastened behind his ears. Garth's large hand grasped his shoulder.

"For our own privacy," Garth softly explained. "What if you accidently call me by name?"

He reassuringly caressed Victor's shoulder to dispel friend's fears. Victor's hands and legs were tied to a chair he was sitting on, only his chest rising and sinking with each breath. He was completely naked. Between Victor's legs, his soft dick rested over his loose, full sack. He had a lean, athletic body, with his muscles well defined and proportional.

Victor's tanned skin contrasted with Garth's paleness. He was naked too, barring white boxer shorts with a red polka-dot pattern. Garth was a couple years older than Victor. He was a beefy man, with his muscles hidden under a very thin layer of fat. Blond, and therefore almost unperceptible, hair covered his chest, his arms and his legs.

For the time being they were alone, but soon Garth would turn on a camera, and hundreds of people would join them. Bright lamps cast light on Victor, leaving the surrounding room in the dark. A tripod was set up next to a table with a laptop. Camera was pointed at Victor, with his naked chest and crotch front and center, set up in a way that Victor's handsome face was just outside of the field of view view. Garth himself intended to remain standing for the whole stream, with his face far from the risk of being seen. Privacy was of top importance, hence Victor's ballgag. Garth definitely didn't need his friend to blurt out something that could later lead to him, Garth.

"Just like the last time, Vic," Garth said. "You have nothing to worry about."

Actually, just thinking about how much poor Victor had to worry about, made blood flow to Garth dick. He doublechecked his friend's restraints and turned his attention to the laptop. The chatroom was already filling with people.

The streaming site was on a dark web portal, completely anonymous, with guaranteed money payments. They had their first stream just couple days ago. It was intended as a test, but despite that it turned out to be an astounding success. The webcam transmitted shitty, grainy picture, the lighting and focus was bad, the whole stream lasted only five minutes, but nontheless - they were watched by couple hundred people who quickly filled their donation goal. The reward was simple - Garth punched Victor's naked abs, basically crushing the guy into the wall. When Victor couldn't bear taking more, they had stopped.

The viewers seemed to love it, and kept demanding more. Garth's private messages filled with requests and extreme ideas. Now for their second stream he had prepared a better camera, better lights and restraints for Victor. He spent some money on anonymous dark web ads that promised something special to happen in todays stream. This would be the last stream for Victor, even if the poor fucker didn't yet realise that.

Everything was ready. Garth turned the camera on, letting the hundreds of eyes into the room. As he leaned forward, the video displayed his chest, each blond hair perfectly visible. The first donation goal was mere thousand bucks with the title "Pain!". It was there to attract the viewers. Garth stepped to the side, clearing the view and walked behind the chair with naked and tied up Victor. He squeezed some baby oil on his palms and started to rub it into Victor's shoulders and chest, which made Victor's muscles shine in the lights. Garth spread the oil lower down, on the abs, over Victor's thighs, finally, he rubbed some onto his friend's soft balls and dick. Actually, he was holding himself back form squishing them in his hands. Meanwhile, heavily breathing Victor was fully trusting Garth, even as his heart was racing in anticipation of another abs beating. Chat filled with messages: "you two again", "was looking forward to this", "was a hot show last time". Some posts were about Victor's body: "cute guy", "nice pecs", "you got my attention", "can we see face?". The pain goal, as expected, was reached quickly.

"Time to deliver the pain!" Garth announced.

Garth changed the stream title to "Crush!" and set a new goal to twenty grand. That was quite a sum, but the viewers were here to witness an extreme show, and they were ready to pay. It wouldn't be called dark web otherwise. The chat filled with messages like: "cute balls", "that sack looks heavy", "nice dick, such a shame". These messages were not unnoticed by Victor. He raised his brown eyes to Garth, as if he wanted to ask what he meant by the second goal.

"I think our viewers are expressing their love to your nuts!"

He didn't give Victor time to ponder, as his fist crushed into guy's abs, taking his breath away. Garth waited a second, letting his friend catch breath, then followed it with a series of punches to his abs and pecs. To change things around, Garth couple times slapped his friend's balls - rather gently in comparison. Victor's soft cock was getting stiffer with every punch or slap. Garth took a break to keep an eye on the progress of his donation goal.

The viewers seemed to love it. Chat responded with messages like "more", "ouch", "harder". Garth resumed the cycle of punches, followed by another break. Victor's chest was rising, he was breathing heavily through the gag. Saliva soaked past his ballgag, and his belly and chest were tenderized red by Garth's punches, his body was shiny from sweat and babyoil. Despite everything, Victor's dick had reached peak hardness. The view only encouraged the viewers' donations.

It took a half an hour for the lofty donation goal to be reached. There was never any doubt. Garth ground his teeth in anticipation. Constant punching had made him sweaty too.

"The goal has been reached, friends!" Garth announced.

Messages like "we did it!", "go on, crunch", "do it slowly" were bubbling up in the chat window with an insane speed. This was what everyone had gathered here for - to see a set of gorgeous balls be crushed live. Messages of some who were still calling it all a scam were drowned in encouraging messages. They would soon be proven wrong. Garth grabbed Victor by the chin and pointed at laptop's screen.

"Do you realise what it means?" he growled close to Victor's ear. "It means adios to your balls, buddy!"

Victor shook his head in protest. He thrashed his whole body, testing the restraints again. Unfortunately for him, the ropes held very well. The chat messages were running at unreadable speed. Garth was hard from the anticipation, his dick stretched the front of his boxers. Some messages commented on the size of his dick. He grinned like a shark and entered a new goal on the keyboard. New goal was titled "Happy ending". It was meager five grand, because he didn't want the audience to miss it. Then Garth turned back to Victor.

"I have to say, I will miss your nuts."

Victor twitched in his restraints. Not to obscure anything from the viewers, Garth stood to his side. He lifted one leg and put his foot on Victor's naked crotch, with his heel on the thigh. Victor tried to squeeze his legs together, as much as his tied legs let him. He still was still hard as a rock, even after the realisation of his fate. Garth's sole brushed the underside of Victor's dick, and the ball of his foot invaded the vulnerable space between Victor's thighs. The foot was large and relentless, like the man himself. It sunk down onto his friend's soft, meaty balls. Carefully, so that Victor's nuts wouldn't escape inside the owner's body, Garth pressed down on the nutsack. The motion forced the testicles forward, to the end of the sack. To the viewer's delight, the sack ballooned from under the foot, stretching the skin and highlighting lines of thick veins. Messages like "I'm hard", "hottest thing ever", "I just came" were flooding the chat. Garth forced the ball of his foot down, until under his sole he felt the hard surface of the chair through the sack's skin.

When Victor's balls were secured, he pushed the whole foot down, until it was stable on the surface and between Victor's legs, with the sack trapped underneath. Garth shifted his weight forward, and, with his hand on Victor's head, lifted himself up, until he stood on one leg, with his foot between two thighs. His friend's balls were still unharmed, just stuck without escape. Victor's still hard dick brushed against Garth's calf.

"Try to be still, you'll ruin the view!"

Balancing on one leg, he touched Victor's balls with the toes of his other foot. There was no time to read the chat, but he knew it was going crazy, begging him to crack, crush and destroy these nuts. Garth brushed his heel at bulging testicles, roughly, so that Victor would already feel some pain. The balls, squeezed to the limit under the skin of the ballsack, felt firm and smooth, and slippery as pebbles on a river's bank. Their firmness was illusory. Garth pressed down with his foot, making them noticeably flatter. Victor thrashed and howled under the gag.

After couple seconds Garth realised that the pressure from one foot wasn't enough. He shifted his body, turning himself with his back to the camera, until both his feet were placed on top of Victor's nuts. His toes dug into the ballsack under his friend's dick. The balls under his soles pulsated in their last seconds of existence. Garth lifted himself only slightly, shifting his weight on the balls of his feet.

Suddenly, Victor's pebbles exploded into pieces. Victor's body jerked violently, but the ropes held him in place. Garth twisted his toes, grinding the remains of Victor's babymakers into the hard seat of the chair, until there was nothing inside the sack but soft, hot, testicle pulp.

Elated, Garth jumped from the chair and obseved the results of his work. The nuts were obliterated into state of mush. Victor's dick, still quite hard, rested on top of the remains of his useless sack. He had lost consciousness. Victor's body convulsed in agony, with his head hanging to the side, unresponsive.

Garth's own dick was stretching his boxers to the extreme. The chat was full of unhinged messages, including ones that called him a god and swore allegiance to his feet. Garth chuckled. The important part was - the last donation goal was reached as well. Closer to the camera, while still having Victor in the view, he lifted one leg of the boxer shorts, and his dick popped out, along with his balls. Garth rewarded the viewers with a sight of his engorged dick and healthy, round nuts. The cum boiling inside them needed a release. There was no a better target, than the poor guy who just had his nuts fatally fucked up.

Garth stroked couple times over Victor's body and came. He erupted in ropes of jizz over his unreacting friend's tanned chest, where it poured down, over Victor's belly and further downwards. Streams of Garth's cum reached the base of Victor's dick, then it flowed over his destroyed, disfigured ballsack. Garth moaned, stroked couple times more, until he felt he had squeezed out the last drop of his cum on his former friends chest. He laughed and ended the stream.

"God, that was good. I need to get more friends."