Jake was home for vacation. The Marine was enjoying a well-deserved R&R but was restless in his small midwestern home town. He was bored to death... and insanely horny. The 25-year-old snapped some selfies of his toned, muscled torso and posted it on Grindr, curious to see who he could chat up in his small town.
There weren't many guys in his vicinity, as expected, and the few guys online only had headless torsos as their profile pics, wary of being recognized by friends or family. He tried to see if he could recognize any of them, curious if any were his high school acquaintances.
"Hey" came a message from a pictureless profile.
Usually, Jake would not entertain messages from completely anonymous profiles, but he was so bored that he replied.
"What's up" Jake typed.
"Horned up" the anonymous person answered, getting straight to the point.
"Me too" Jake typed, curious to see how far this tactless conversation would go.
"Need someone to suck this bad boy" came the reply, followed by a picture of his junk. Jake's eyebrows rose, impressed at the hard 9 inch cock and the low-hanging softball-sized testicles.
"Wow" Jake typed.
"Wanna drain these big balls for me?"
Spotting something on the pic, Jake enlarged it further. "No, it can't be him!" he thought, staring at a bean-shaped birth mark on the right thigh.
"Fuck, it's Brett!" Jake laughed, remembering his former bully. Brett was his high school classmate but three times his size. He was the school bully and took particular pleasure tormenting Jake, who was both attracted to and terrified of the burly blond jock when he was a teen. Jake always stared at Brett in the locker room, lusting over his muscular beefy physique and ponderous genitals. He spent countless hours jerking off while fantasizing about Brett's thick cock and overgrown testicles, and knew that unique mole very well.
"Don't waste my time. I need my big cock sucked," Brett impatiently typed.
"Where do we meet?" Jake answered, more curious than ever to see his former crush/bully.
"Park. West restrooms. Get in one stall and I'll get in the other,"
The sun was setting, and Jake headed to the park in the middle of the town and straight to the men's restroom. It was empty, with one flickering light bulb illuminating the interior.
"Can't get any seedier than this. At least it's clean," Jake thought to himself as he inspected the stalls. There was a crudely cut hole in the wall separating two stalls.
Jake got into one and shut the door, peeking through a gap as he waited patiently. Soon, he spied Brett's bulky frame entering the restroom. He was just as beefy as he remembered from high school, 6'9" 350 lbs, with broad thick shoulders and a barrel-like chest, and a bit of belly. Jake's cock began to twitch as desire stirred deep in his loins.
Brett looked around furtively before entering the other stall. His boots were visible below the partition. Jake heard him undoing his belt buckle and his jeans dropped around his ankles. He shoved his ample genitals through the hole, his fat cum-filled balls barely squeezing through.
"Go on, boy," Brett demanded.
Jake was giddy with excitement. His teenage fantasy was literally inches from his face. He cupped Brett's oversized testicles in each hand, admiring the weight and dimensions of the large round organs as he slid his lips over the moaning jock's semi-hard cock.
"Mmmm, fuck... yeah..." Brett mumbled as Jake gently rolled his ample gonads around in each palm, and moved his mouth back and forth over his hardening dick.
Jake bobbed his head rhythmically with his lips tightly wrapped over Brett's cock as his former bully emitted grunts of pleasure.
"You're so good..." Brett moaned as he grabbed the top of the partition firmly to brace himself as he began thrusting his hips as though trying to shove his cock further down Jake's throat.
Within 5 minutes, the beefy male let out of a deep groan.
"I'm gonna cum... suck harder, you fucking fag!" he said.
Something in Jake's head suddenly clicked when Brett called him a fag. The memories of Brett bullying him in high school came rushing back. He suddenly remembered how Brett humiliated and tormented him when he was an awkward, overweight teen. In particular, he recalled the countless times Brett pantsed and punched him in the groin in gym class and the locker, laughing with his buddies as Jake doubled over in pain.
Jake withdrew his lips from Brett's cock, a thin rope of precum dripped slowly to the ground.
"What the fuck... don't stop, fag... I'm about to blow my fucking load!" Brett growled angrily.
A cruel smile lifted the edges of Jake's lips as his fingers locked around Brett's delicate, squishy meatballs.
"Hey... fuck... stop... that fucking hurts!" Brett protested as he tried to pull his vulnerable genitals back.
Jake compressed the fleshy orbs between his thumbs, and index and middle fingers, digging his fingers into them and feeling the round organs slowly distort as the hefty former jock began screaming in agony.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna beat your ass, fag!" Brett threatened, his voice much higher than usual, as he began punching the partition.
Unperturbed, Jake continued to knead and mash the plump, sperm-laden organs, deforming the orbs more and more as Brett's cries grew louder and more desperate. He rolled his thumb around the squishy, nerve-rich gonads, digging into the delicate nut meat. He chuckled as Brett's screams changed in volume and pitch as he pressed different regions of his traumatized testicles. The back of the bulbous organs seemed to be the most sensitive areas; Brett would hyperventilate and tremble uncontrollably whenever Jake dug his thumbs there. Naturally, Jake focused most of his punishment and strength on the back of Brett's horribly aching balls. After what seemed an eternity, Jake decided to switch up the abuse. He grabbed the sagging scrotum with his left hand, trapping Brett's rapidly-swelling testicles at the bottom of the thin, fuzzy pink sac.
"Please stop... please don't hurt my balls anymore..." Brett begged, audibly sobbing.
Jake clenched his right hand in a fist and began punching and pounding Brett's trapped, distended testicles. He smashed each bloated organ in turn, his unyielding fist colliding with Brett's battered balls rhythmically. Brett yelped pitifully with each blow, his beefy body spasming uncontrollably. Jake continued his relentless assault on his former bully and crush's very swollen, inflamed manhood for a good 10 minutes and stopped only when his arm ached from the lactic acid buildup. Brett's once-proud softball-sized testicles were now a bruised, crimson, puffy, cantaloupe-sized mass covered in grotesquely-distended green veins, far too swollen to be withdrawn through the glory hole. The tight hole became a cock-ring, trapping blood is his cock and keeping it hard as a rock.
The cocky bully was a crying, blubbering mess, banging his head against the partition in a futile attempt to distract from the intense pain exploding from his abused genitals. Jake stood up to admire the punishment he had inflicted on Brett's spunk-loaded testicles.
He opened the door to his stall, stood at the entrance, tilted his head to one side with a little smile and then launched a kick at Brett's trapped genitals. His size 9 Reebok smashed his fragile traumatized testicles against the partition with a sickening smack, drawing a miserable howl from Brett.
Jake walked over the Brett's stall, chuckling as he saw Brett's hefty muscular frame pressed up against the partition, his jeans around his ankles. Brett's entire body shuddered from the agonizing pain blazing from his manhood, causing his large pasty ass to jiggle like jell-o.
"Hey, Brett," Jake called out.
"Who the fuck are you? How do you know me?" Brett replied.
"You forgot your pal Jake? From high school?" Jake answered.
Brett's jaw fell open in shock. The chubby awkward teen he picked on mercilessly was now a handsome, lean, and tanned Greek god.
"Yeah, thought you'd remember me, man. You used to call me a fag all the time, but who knew... you were a fag yourself!" Jake went on.
Brett's face turned red with rage and embarrassment. "I'm gonna kill you," he hissed.
"Oh, I don't think you're going anywhere. Your big balls are stuck in that little hole," Jake laughed as he took aim and launched another kick at Brett's trapped testicles. A hoarse anguished scream escaped Brett's lips as his husky body trembled in pain.
"You were always so proud of your balls. I remember you couldn't wait to get naked in the locker room just so you could show off. Not that I'm complaining though. I did enjoy watching those plums swing around," Jake continued as he unleashed another swift kick to Brett's massively swollen genitals.
Jake's former bully's face was contorted into a mask of pure anguish, tears streaming down his ruggedly handsome face. His legs were rubbery and he just wanted to collapse but his bloated battered balls were caught in the tight glory hole.
"Now look at you. The big babymakers you were so proud of are now your greatest liability!" Jake laughed.
"Please, man... I'll do anything... don't kick my balls anymore... I can't take anymore," Brett begged.
Jake paused to think, and as his eyes wandered to Brett's thick beefy ass, he smiled. He stood behind the terrified male's hulking frame, grabbed a handful of his hair and said, "If you want me to stop hurting your weak pathetic balls, I'm gonna fuck this nice, fat, tight ass."
"Yes, yes...anything, man... just don't hurt my boys anymore," Brett whimpered.
Jake was already as hard as a rock. He pulled his pants down, spat on his throbbing 8 inch boner and slid it into Brett's virgin hole. Brett gasped in pain and shock but as Jake began thrusting, he relaxed and began emitting soft purrs of ecstasy. Jake could barely believe his luck. He had emasculated and was now fucking the beefy football jock who both terrorized and aroused him in high school.
"Uhhhh, fuck yeah..." Jake groaned in pleasure as he emptied his warm load into Brett's ample ass.
"Please let me go, man..." Brett whined miserably as Jake withdrew his cock. Jake looked at him, and took pity on the big half-naked oaf. He went to his truck and fetched a power saw.
"Keep still or I might accidentally cut these useless lumps off," Jake warned as he began cutting into the partition. Brett whimpered and sobbed loudly, terrified that he may be castrated.
Jake managed to cut away a large enough section eventually that Brett's massively swollen genitals were finally freed. Brett sank to the cold concrete in exhaustion, pain, and relief, weakly clutching his shattered manhood as he tried to curl up in the fetal position. Jake whipped out his phone and snapped a a few pictures of his ex-bully, sobbing on the restroom floor, nursing his swollen nards with a stream of Jake's cum leaking out his plump ass.