Splatfest
Inspired by https://twitter.com/pokilewd/status/1097993438002364418

“Mmph, mmff, mmmffph—!”

SPLURT.

The octoling’s hips twitched as his dick spat out yet another string of sticky spunk — a single rope of jizz that arced through the air like a Splattershot shot before landing with a quiet PLOP. The ink tank mounted between his legs burbled as it accepted the male’s latest donation, combining it with several gallons of white “ink” that had already been collected over the past few hours.

“Thaaaat’s a good boy.” Marina smiled up at him encouragingly, her bare breasts resting heavily on his thigh. Her fingers remained curled around his thick length, continuing to steadily pump his exhausted erection. “See? I knew you had at least one more in you.”

Rio let out a shuddering moan around the ballgag in his mouth, his whole body squirming from over-stimulation. He had spent the entire week in this chair, cumming his brains out, over and over and over again. He had lost count of how many nuts he had busted, or how many ink tanks he had managed to fill. A dozen? A hundred?

Of course, every male in Inkopolis was used to feeling drained from time to time. White ink was a highly valuable resource, since it could be tinted into any color of the rainbow, and male inklings and octolings did their part to contribute a steady supply of fresh ink for Turf Wars and more. Churning out so much ink was no easy task, and every guy grew familiar with the low, continuous ache of pumping out a few too many loads each day.

But providing ink for Off the Hook — to prepare for a Splatfest, no less! — had proven to be an entirely different ordeal. Rio had often thought of Pearl and Marina while making “solo contributions” to the ink supply, so when he was given the opportunity to donate his ink first-hand, there was no way he could pass it up. He had signed all the paperwork without even bothering to read it.

The first day had been a dream come true, as he busted nut after nut with two of the most famous females in Inkopolis, literally covering them in his cum. He would never forget what it had been like to watch Marina switch into squid form and swim through his ink…and then emerge back into humanoid form, spunk dripping from every inch of her body. (It had been enough to make him spontaneously orgasm, actually, even without one of the girls playing with his cock.) At the end of that day, he had been utterly exhausted, but happy.

And then they’d done it again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

And now, the final day before the Splatfest, Rio felt like his nuts had been wrung dry. Somehow he was still managing to produce SOMETHING, but nothing like the ceiling-painting cumshots he had fired off in the first day or two. Now all he could manage was one or two weak spurts — and even that made his testicles feel like they had been turned inside out. His gonads ached like they’d been flattened under a Dynamo Roller.

The ladies of Off the Hook certainly had a few tricks up their sleeves to keep him cumming. Marina had made particularly good use of her breasts today, finding every possible opportunity to dangle them in his face or rub them against his throbbing dick. Pearl had spent the last 30 minutes on her knees sucking his balls, which apparently had been enough to shake lose a few more drops from his almost-empty spunk tanks. Still, at this point he was fully drained. And that could only mean one thing.

Marina looked down at Pearl. “What do you think? Any more where that came from?”

“Ptoo!” Pearl spat out her mouthful of octo nuts, wiping the back of hand across her mouth. “Nah, I think that’s all we’re gonna get. Respawning time?”

“Respawning time,” she confirmed. Marina leaned in to give Rio’s cock an appreciative smooch…and then her fingers slid lower, wrapping tightly around one of his aching balls.

“Mmmmff!” The male tried to protest, but his ballgag muffled his cries. His voice lilted higher in pitch as Pearl grabbed his other testicle, her fingers digging painfully into the squishy orb. “MMFF!!”

Marina looked up at him sympathetically. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it quick! I mean, I know the first few times were pretty slow…but now we know your balls really well, plus I’m wearing my Object Shredder shoes—”

“OFF THE HOOK DON’T STOP TIL YA TESTES POP!” Pearl interjected with a burst of freestyle rap. The inkling gal clenched her fist tight around the male’s left testicle, ballflesh squishing between her fingers in taut, shiny bubbles. “SQUEEZE THOSE FAT BALLS FLAT, TIL HIS NUTS GO—“

SPLAT.

Rio shrieked into his gag as his gonad disintegrated, the empty orb reduced to a chunky paste. He jerked violently in place, the chair creaking as he strained against his restraints. Nausea tore through his gut like a fully-charged E-liter shot. His eyes rolled back into his head as he tried to process the unfathomable agony radiating outwards from his groin.

Marina winced sympathetically. “Sorry! I guess…hm…I guess I should just make this quick, then—“

And just like that, somehow the pain got even worse. The male let out a soprano wail as the curvy octoling began to crush his remaining nut, his fully-drained ‘nad slowly crumpling in her grip. He could feel his ink-maker collapsing, the hollow sphere unable to maintain its shape under the growing pressure. Rio mewled desperately, his body shaking, his ball growing flatter and flatter until—

SPLAT!

This time, it wasn’t just his testicle that burst. Instead, the male’s entire body exploded in a shower of white. Thick globs of “ink” coated everything in a 5-foot radius, including the chair, the ceiling, and the two females who had just squeezed Rio’s balls out of existence. A little octopus-shaped ghost floated upwards into the air, its eyes wide in horrified agony.

“DAMN!” Pearl whistled appreciatively, her face and torso coated in a fresh layer of cum. “We really gotta find a way to harvest that last splat, Marina.”

The spunk-soaked octoling nodded her agreement, shaking her head to dislodge a few strings of semen from her tentacles. “Yeah, definitely. I should talk to Callie and Marie — I think their ink collection room has a system that can do it.”

“Oooh, that sounds sick.” The inkling dragged one hand across her stomach, scooping up a bit of jizz and dumping it into the open ink tank still mounted at the foot of the chair. “Def gotta check that out.”

The girls waited quietly for a few moments. The room was silent, other than a few quiet plops as globs of ink dripped off their bodies and onto the floor.

“Should be any second now…” murmured Marina.

Suddenly, the air stirred. Something began to materialize in the empty chair. There was a swirl of white, like a tiny tornado, its shape twisting and growing until…

“Mmgghhh..”

Rio was back. He had respawned in exactly the same spot where he had been splatted, thanks to the respawn pad embedded in the seat of his chair. His head was still swimming from the experience, and his gut still churned with nausea and nutache. But his balls…

“Good as new!” Pearl gave the male’s ballbag a healthy smack, making Rio’s two plump orbs bounce around between his spread legs (and earning a sharp squeak of agony in reply). “Fresh ink, coming right up!”

Marina wrapped her fingers around his dick once more, giving his length a few firm pumps. “Glad to have you back,” she purred. She leaned in close, her bare breasts brushing against his cock. “Ready for another round?”

The male moaned incoherently, gasping and twitching. How many times had he been splatted now? 10? 20? 50? Every time that the ladies of Off the Hook managed to exhaust his ink-makers, they’d just squish them into jelly and force him to respawn with a new pair. He had felt his balls collapse in their hands so many times now. It just kept happening, and happening, and happening. He was powerless to stop it.

And yet, despite the endless agony, he still had a brand-new pair of spunk tanks and two gorgeous women playing with his junk. With Marina’s fist pistoning up and down, it was only a matter of seconds until—

SPLURT.

“There we go.” Marina watched the octoling’s dick spasm, firing off several thick ropes of white that splashed into the collection tank below. “Nice volume! Let’s see if we can finish filling this tank before we have to splat you again.”

Pearl’s fingers closed menacingly around his nutbag. “Show us what you got!” she barked.

Rio closed his eyes and groaned.