Busted Jock Busts a Nut

After pinning the struggling wrestler facedown, the Crusher twists both his arms behind him, effectively ending any more resistance. He then reaches into the defeated hunk's trunks from behind. As his hand slides between the hunk's sweaty bubble butt cheeks, the trapped jock screams and struggles but his resistance is futile. Nothing can prevent the pain that is coming.


As the Crusher's hand makes it way deeper into the defeated jock's trunks, he tickles the jock's asshole, and the jock yelps and curses in response. Grinning sadistically, the Crusher plunges his hand further and finally, he reaches his target: the jock's ample, meaty balls. "Oh, look here, I've found a couple of jewels," the Crusher teases as his victim begs for mercy. The Crusher laughs as his fingers wrap around their soft, squishy, hairy targets. The pain is about to begin.


The fallen hunk screams in agony as his nads are crushed in his tormentor's vise-like grip. The Crusher rolls his balls about in his grip as he alternately mashes and releases his victim's aching balls causing waves of nausea and anguish to pulsate from the hunk's groin deep into his belly. The helpless jock can only groan pitifully and whimper as his breathing becomes more shallow and rapid with the growing pain in his balls and gut. Despite the pain, something strange happens - the jock's cock grows into a throbbing boner. The harder the Crusher squeezed his manhood, the harder the jock's boner became, or so it seemed.


"Hmmm, I think someone seems to be enjoying this," the Crusher teased as he twisted and yanked on the hunk's trapped testicles. As he gave them an extra hard squeeze, the hunk gasped and his body spasmed as his cock shot out a load of male milk causing a wet patch on the front of his trunks. The Crusher continued mashing the stud's bollocks just to make sure his opponent had emptied his abused balls of all their contents as his humiliated and defeated oppponent whined and sobbed pathetically.

Classic Bust: Double Ball Squeeze

Two beautiful guys wrestling and going for each other's balls. I think it's obvious who's testicles are hurting the most.

The Agony of Defeat

A young male screaming and frantically struggling against his opponent as he mashes and crushes his big boy balls.

Busting Him till He Cums

A sadistic young female punches a jock's big dangling testicles hard. As her knuckles smash into his big bouncing balls, he screams and shoots his jizz.

Cock Torture

A masked wrestler tormenting his defeated opponent by pulling and twisting his dick. Not exactly balbusting but, still kinda hot :-)

My Big Sorry Balls (Part 2) - Busted & Broken

I managed to get a nights rest and the next day I felt much better, though my big nuts were sore. I hobbled out of bed and grabbed a protein bar for breakfast. What the fuck was wrong with me? I mean, I just got humiliated by a couple of scrawny kids, I thought to myself as I munched my bar. They made me wear a tank but forbade me from wearing any pants or underwear. And they took free shots at my already hurting, busted balls. My 6' 5", 240 pound frame of serious muscle was no use as those two pencil-neck terrors pounded my large, dangling balls.

They were so difficult to protect. My large, chicken egg-sized testicles dangling in my long, loose nutsac made me so fucking vulnerable. If there were some way I could protect them, I'd beat those two fuckers flat. If it wasn't for my big male balls

I wanted revenge and I wanted it bad. How could they humiliate me in my own home? Maybe I'd deal with one then the other. Yeah. Brad was out for the morning and I heard Ben waking up. I wore my jock to afford my poor, sore plums some much-needed support and protection.

"Hey, slave! Who told you to wear those jocks? Take em off now, slave!" Ben jeered.
"Why dont you come down here and make me, punk?" I hissed in return.
"Oh boy. Someones all cocky again. You wanna get your ass, or rather, balls, kicked again?"
"I wanna see you try, ass-wipe!"
"Man, oh man. When will you ever learn you stupid big-balled prick?"

With one hand clutching my package, I squared off against Ben. His 5ft 6, 150 lb frame was dwarfed by mine. He feigned a punch at my crotch and I backed away, intimidated.

"You see? Your big old sorry balls are nothing but your weakness!" Ben taunted.

I closed in, getting angrier. He faked a kick at my sac and again, I instinctively retreated.

"Achilles' balls, man. Your Achilles' balls," Ben teased.

I rushed at him, my hand still protecting my goods, burning with rage. I was almost on him when he dodged to one side, and tripped me up with his foot. I stumbled and crashed like a rock into the sofa but somehow flipped over in such a way that my lower body was up in the air and my upper body on the ground. I was dazed and took some time to gather my senses. Ben gave me no time to recover. He came right up to me, smiled at my unprotected testicles and picked up an empty beer bottle on the table before savagely smashing it into my soft, meaty balls.

I howled as I felt my big, sensitive gonads flatten and bounce back only to be cruelly struck yet another time by the cold hard bottle. I bawled my lungs out as my hands frantically cradled my already traumatized plums. I curled up in a fetal position, whimpering like a little boy who'd just been ballbusted, rocking back and forth as pain wracked my balls and body. Ben danced away from me, laughing as he savored my torment.

"Tommy's got weak balls!" he sang cheekily as I wallowed in abject agony.

I heard him whistling as he headed to his room.

"If you still wanna kick my ass or if your big useless nuts need another beating, I'll be up here, ok? he cockily announced.

It took a few minutes for me to recover. As the pain subsided, I slowly and painfully got up. Shuffling up the stairs, I was still furious and wanted revenge so badly.

Ben was unprepared this time. I spotted him with his back towards me and with a roar launched myself at him. I caught him by surprise and as my huge figure crashed into his tiny frame, by luck his knee came up and smashed into my tenderized testes and I yelped in pain. I landed on him but was significantly weakened by the pain. Ben struggled and I tried to pin him down. In my weakened condition, Ben managed to free one hand and ripped my jocks off. I gasped in pain and shock with the sudden decompression of my tender meatballs and that small window gave him the opportunity he was waiting for.

His hand plunged into my groin area and he immediately seized my right testicle. I was absolutely terrified and begged, "No, Ben please. NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOO!! OHHHHHHHHH FUCK. OH FUCK....ARGHHHH!!" as Ben savagely twisted, crushed and mashed my trapped spud. I thrashed about wildly trying to free my tormented testicle but Ben hung on, alternately twisting and tugging while squishing my nut. I was beside myself with desperation and agony, sobbing and screaming as I bucked like a wild horse. The teen was merciless, he just looked into my tear-stained eyes with psychotic sadism, grinning as he now grabbed my left testicle with his other hand and proceeded to torture both my balls.

I was now on my back, trying to curl up in a protective ball but Ben was on top of me, his fingers wrapped like a vise around my now throbbing, battered manhood. I retched as I sobbed miserably, too weak and in far too much pain to scream or struggle much. I whined pitifully, like a hurt puppy, hoping in vain for some sympathy from my teenage tormentor.

"Not so tough are you, muscle stud? You can build your muscles but your big sorry balls will always be weak and pathetic," Ben mocked as he kept squashing my busted gonads.

I could only mumble incoherently in reply. It was an eternity of anguish before he
released my aching, burning plums which were now bright red and obviously swollen. I curled up again, slowly, sobbing and gagging.

My relief was short-lived, however, as Ben fixed a dog collar and leash around my neck and pulled me up.

"Come here, slave. Now you are my male bull. If you obey my orders, I might spare those weak, big, sorry balls of yours and allow you to have a chance at a decent sex life," Ben barked.

I could only obey and crawled on all fours as he pulled me along, my balls bobbing and swinging between my muscular legs making me look like a bull being led to the slaughter. He led me about the house, jerking the leash to add to my humiliation. I sobbed as I humbly followed and had a massive boner all the time, much to my horror and humiliation. Ben then fastened his sisters scrunchy around the base of my balls, effectively trapping them at the bottom of their sac. Then he took a bowl from the kitchen and sat down beside me. I was still on all fours with the leash around my neck.

"Now, my slave bull, I wanna milk you till you're dry. I want you to just follow my orders, or I'm gonna hurt these big juicy meatballs even more, do you understand?" he whispered in my ear as he gave my aching balls a hard squeeze.

I yelped my agreement.

Ben then started milking my swollen member. He stroked it like a pro. It was the best handjob I had! I hung my head in humiliation; being straight, it broke my spirit to get molested like that by another male, a teen no less. Despite the throbs of pain in my nuts,I was in the throes of an orgasm within seconds and moaned loudly as my cock squirted copious amounts of gray fluid which Ben carefully collected in the bowl.

"I want more milk, slave. I want more milk from your big, weak, bull balls." Ben furiously stroked my stiff cock which was incredibly sensitive after ejaculation. I groaned in protest but Ben kept it up and within a few moments, another orgasm rocked my loins as my injured balls unloaded another few spurts of male milk.

I was panting in exhaustion and pain, I begged Ben, "Please... stop."

"Ill stop when I get enough milk from you, slave bull," Ben retorted as he slapped my nutsac which bounced about in response and knocked against my big thighs. I wailed in pitiful agony and Ben continued to stroke my engorged member. It took a bit longer this time but I managed to blow another load of semen into his bowl. This went on for some time and my massively-engorged cockhead became an angry shade of purple.

Eventually, I couldn't come any more. My balls were drained of their juice. I dry-came and I assure you, my empty balls erupted in unbelievable pain. I cried miserably and collapsed, one hand weakly cradling what was left of my shattered
manhood.

"Fuck. I didn't know a guy could fucking shoot so much jizz! Damn, you really are a bull!" Ben declared as he tugged my weak, broken body upright.

"Stand up, slave bull!" he ordered and I painfully staggered to my feet, my huge muscular figure wracked by tortured sobs.

I hang my head as I stand before my pint-sized tormentor, my spirit broken. I was too humiliated and in too much agony to resist any more.

"Drink up your milk, slave," Ben ordered as he handed me the half-full bowl of my own whitish semen.

"No... ugh!" I protested but I was cut short as Ben brutally grabbed my extremely sensitive, aching busted balls and squeezed again.

"Arghh... fuck... fuck... cough!" I screamed then gagged as Ben poured my own cum down my throat.

"Swallow that or Ill permanently destroy your balls, slave bull!"

I relinquished every last bit of my dignity and masculinity as I gulped down the salty, bitter fluid, sobbing miserably as I did.

"I had fun, slave. Now go sit in the corner until Brad comes home and we can have more fun."

I dread what is to come but I can only obey. My big sorry balls dangling and bobbing behind as I crawled to the corner, awaiting my fate.

Pounding His Testicles

A handsome jock grimaces in agony as his female tormentor slams her fist into his big vulnerable testicles.

Mashing His Spuds

A wrestler screams as his opponent reaches for and grabs his skimpily-clad gonads.

Kidnapped and Busted

A kidnapped jock is tied up and is screaming as his tomentors squeeze and yank at his balls and cock.

Sneak Ball Bust

A wrestler gets a painfully rude surprise as his opponent reaches between his legs and grabs and squeezes his manhood.

Abusing the Hunk's Genitals

A big stud is pinned down and humiliated as his cock and balls are yanked out and mercilessly crushed by a punk.

My Big Sorry Balls

My head throbbed and my body hurt like fuck as I groggily stirred on the hard, cold floor. As I tried to get my bearings and got up, my large balls bumped the concrete floor. That deep, nauseating, very male pain hit me in the balls and in the gut. I groaned softly, cradling my aching swollen gonads in my two hands - one hand couldn't support both. What the fuck happened to me? Now I remember...

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My girlfriend and her parents were out of town for a week and I agreed to let her twin brothers stay with me. I loved the two of them like a big brother. They were a couple of 18 year old, mischievous, good-looking kids who were incredibly fun to be with, so I thought. Being an only child and almost 10 years older than them, I thought it would be cool to have some siblings and I cared for them like a good protective older bro.

That day, after I got off work, I hit the gym as usual and after that headed home. Yeah, I loved bodybuilding and I had the body to prove it. Standing at 6'5", weighing 240 pounds, I was one of the biggest guys in the gym. I didn't compete though, coz I still had some fat covering my muscles which I couldn't seem to burn off.

Yeah, and all that beer and pizza in college gave me a bit of a gut which I couldn't lose. Nevertheless, I looked pretty good with a 50" rock-hard chest, 24" arms, rock-like shoulders and massive thighs. Anyway, when I got back, the guys were watching some wrestling thingy. WWE, TNA... What the hell difference was there?

"Hey guys," I hollered.
"Hey, Tom," they answered almost in unison.
"How're the both of you?"
"Good," Brad, the older one answered.
"What's that your watching?"
"WWE Smackdown. That's Kurt Angle and Triple H battling in the ring," Ben informed me.
"Yeah, whatever. Seem like fags wearing tiny trunks and getting all physical with each other," I snickered and headed upstairs for a shower.

After a nice warm shower, I stood there, buck naked admiring my body in front of the mirror, touching my arms, chest and shoulders. I slipped on a pair of thin, skimpy, loose white shorts that clearly showed my large bulge swinging about with every step I took. I was proud of my package. I had the biggest pair of balls compared to all the guys I knew. They were the size of large eggs and hung about 7 inches from the base of my decent-sized cock. I thought of jerking off that night. I hadn't jerked off in about two weeks and I was getting really horny.

I headed down stairs, my pendulous testicles bouncing against my muscled thighs. Man, that felt good! The twins were still watching that stupid wrestling program. Rather impatiently, I changed the channel.

"Hey! We were watching that!" Ben protested.
"Awww, come on!" I answered as I threw myself down on the couch, my ample bulge happily bouncing about as I did.
"Turn it back, Tom," Brad insisted.
"Forget it, guys. I wanna watch some football. And besides, why the fuck do you wanna watch that crap? They're just a bunch of faggy clowns performing for idiots."
"You calling us idiots now?" Ben looked angry.
"Ben, no no. I didn't mean it that way. Sorry."
"I think he thinks we're idiots, Ben," Brad added.
"Ben, Brad. Please. I didn't mean it that way, ok?"
"And he thinks we're fags," Ben said, looking really hurt.
"Fuck. Look, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to call you those names."
"But you think we're idiots and fags. You're just not saying it,"
Brad gazed at me with those hurt puppy dog eyes.
"Awww. Come on. Let me make it up to you. I'll buy you each some ice cream."
"And now he thinks we're kids," Ben said as he looked away, planting his face against a pillow.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, don't cry, Ben. Look, what can I do to make up for it?"

I swear Ben and Brad looked at each other in a most evil but victorious way.

"Fight us," Brad said.
"What?? Fight you??" I was incredulous.
"Yeah. Why? You afraid? Ben shot at me.
"Afraid of you? Hahaha... I'm afraid I'd kill you! I mean, look at you!"

They were a couple of skinny teens, about 5'6" and weighing maybe 150 lbs! They were a fraction of my size and here they were challenging me to a fight.

"Fuck. Guys, I love you like my own brothers! I dont wanna hurt you, ok?"
"Hurt us? Maybe we'll hurt you," Ben answered.

I wanted some peace and quiet and I was amused by their spunk. So I agreed to fight the both of them, thinking it would be just play-fighting. But there was more.

"No holds barred. First to cum or submit, loses. And the loser is the winner's slave for the week and must do everything the winner says," Brad said.
"Cum? What the fuck?" I laughed it off. Looking back, I should have taken them seriously.

So we moved the furniture out of the way and I faced off with Ben and Brad. Ben lunged at me and I laughed as I grabbed him, spun him around and held him in a bear hug. I stood at an angle so he couldn't elbow me or hit me when I was behind. I playfully bit his neck and taunted him, "You wanna submit now, big man?"

Somehow I forgot about Brad. The little tiger jumped on my back, planted his arms around my neck and he was pretty strong for his age, actually! Since it got pretty uncomfortable, I let go of Ben to pry off Brads arms. I stood there, legs wide apart for support, laughing as I easily removed his scrawny arms from my neck.

That's when Ben struck. I saw him drop in front of me and swing a vicious uppercut into my dangling balls. The pain didn't hit me immediately. It was the shock of feeling his fist strike and sink into my male organs that stunned me. That was my biggest mistake. Ben threw another vicious punch into my vulnerable nads. With nothing but a thin layer of cloth between my sensitive male orbs and his hard knuckles, I felt my rubbery testes compress against my pelvis. Brad dropped off my back and I, whimpering like an idiot, clutched my big injured testicles as I bent double, knees buckled and slowly sank to the ground. My balls were screaming in agony and my gut contorted with nauseating pain.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." I croaked pathetically, on my knees, ass in the air and my face flat on the ground. The twins were laughing hysterically.

"You were afraid of hurting us? Guess we hurt you," Brad teased.

I was mad. I thought it was just playing and here they hit me so viciously in the gonads. And it hurt me, a lot. I hadn't wanked in two weeks, so my bull balls were loaded and much more sensitive than usual.

"You wanna play rough, do you?" I was really angry now. I got up painfully and struck Ben in the abdomen with my fist. He screamed and collapsed, curled in a fetal position. Then I grabbed Brad up and threw him against the wall with my forearm pressing against his neck. I was boiling mad this time and was gonna hit him but the kid instinctively raised his knee and hit me square in the nads. I groaned as my big balls erupted in agony.

Releasing Brad, I clutched desperately at my tenderized testicles, vainly trying to relieve the sickening nausea. Brad was coughing and sputtering and holding his throat. Obviously, he was in pain too. The knee wasnt too hard, thankfully. Within half a minute, I was up again. The pain was there but it was bearable. Ben was in too much pain but Brad was facing me, smiling.

"You little punk! I'm gonna beat you up and wipe that smile from your face!" I hissed. I must have lost it but I was bent on beating him up.

Brad lunged me and wrapped himself around my upper body, raining down blows to my head. That caught me by surprise. I backed away and he leapt off like a cat. I was bloodthirsty by now. Blind rage drove me on. I advanced, ready to attack. I swung a few heavy blows at him, but he nimbly avoided every one of them. Then he lunged at me another time and repeated the same move and I backed away as this boy latched onto me and ruthlessly attacked. He sprang off quickly but this time he ducked between by spread legs and before I could protect myself, he savagely kicked me in the balls from behind.

I was aware of his foot sailing up between my massive thighs then strike my already battered balls with a horrible thud. My world erupted in total torment as I howled pitifully, repeating that unfortunately all-too-familiar routine of clutching my traumatized manhood, bent double, knees buckled and sinking to the ground in abject anguish.

"You know what's your problem, Tommy? Your big sorry balls. You're so fucking proud of them but they always get you in trouble. See how big and useless they are?" Brad taunted me mercilessly.

I was so fucking mad that I managed to ignore the nausea and pain in my throbbing boy balls and threw myself at Brad smashing my full weight into his skinny figure. That caught him off-guard, and he was thrown across the room. He lay there whimpering and was motionless.

Suddenly, I realized what had happened. Oh fuck. Oh no. What have I done?

"Brad! Are you alright?" I cried out as I knelt beside him. I was faintly aware that my bigger left nut had rolled out of my thin, skimpy shorts but I didnt care.

"Brad! Brad! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you... ARRRRGGHHH!" I was ambushed by the little bastard. He had his hand around my exposed, pink, loose ball and was crushing it. He duped me! He twisted and squeezed my now-swelling, anguished testicle mercilessly. I sobbed and screamed pathetically as excruciating agony tore into my manhood and brain.

Too weak to move, I clawed vainly at Brads hand as he kneaded my aching testicle with agonizing fury. Now, I had dropped to my side, trying to curl up as Brad knelt beside me, his hand maintaining its death-grip on my tenderized, aching gonad. I screamed like a girl as he pulled, twisted and crushed my trapped gonad. After what seemed like forever, he let go but I was sobbing hysterically into the carpet, writhing in miserable pain and distress.

Ben came into the scene then. I heard him snicker behind me, "Tommy boy. Look at you. So big and tough. Always begging my sister for sex and getting rejected and having to go solo. Look at how pathetic you are. Your balls are just big, useless, weak and a liability to you, see?"

"Fuck you," I mouthed back.
"Your balls make you stubborn, stupid and proud. But we know how to handle that, don't we, bro?" Brad chipped in.

I was too weak to resist when Ben ripped off my shorts. My big sorry balls flopped to the ground with an audible plop and I yelped in pain. Ben then held me in a full nelson on my knees. He bent me back. I struggled weakly but it was no use. Brad stood in front of me. My red, swollen and very tender balls lay on the floor, extremely vulnerable. He smiled.

"Your big sorry balls got you into this mess, didnt they?" Brad quipped as he gently stepped on my round orbs.

"No no no... please I beg you... please... ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING FUCK! FUCKING FUCK!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as Brad squashed my big, bruised, battered balls as if he were squashing a bug. I screamed till I could scream no more as cold sweat poured down my body. Tears rolled down my face and I bucked against Ben's hold. It was all futile. I couldn't escape. I was too weakened by the pain. When Brad removed his foot, I was beside myself in agony.

"Why... sob... why... sob... I thought we were... sob... like brothers?" I pleaded.
"Fuck you, you big-balled fuckhead! We never could stand you! We know how you always bug our sister for sex. We know how you complain of blue balls just to make her feel guilty. Since your balls are giving you so much trouble, we should punish those big sorry balls, shouldn't we?" Ben retorted.
"I'm sorry. Please no more." In my utter misery I forgot I could submit and end my suffering.

"Maybe the problem is two-fold. Maybe its your cock as well as your balls, Brad said as he slapped on a cockclaw with one hand. The other hand slapped at my already traumatized and swollen testicles.

My entire body tensed up as if I was convulsing, with spasms every time a slap struck my poor balls. I could only make dumb animal noises as a response to the inhumane torment inflicted upon me. Two sources of pain my cock and my big boy balls. One a sharp twisting pain, the other a sickeningly deep ache that hit me in the gut.

When I was eventually released from my twin tormentors, I was a mess. Sobbing, curled up and too distressed to think straight. But something weird happened - I had a towering erection. My cock swelled up to its full 7 inches and I was both embarrassed and shocked. There I was, a young virile adult male, 240 lbs of beefy muscle, sobbing and hugging my red, swollen gonads and sporting a massive hard-on in front of a couple of teens!

Brad and Ben looked on with pure evil in their smiles. They forced me on all fours, and I was too weak and far too humiliated to resist. Then, Ben started stroking my boner rapidly and it felt so fucking good. Brad slapped on another killer ballclaw with both hands one for each testicle. He tugged and compressed each ball in turn, making them explode in pure, indescribable pain. I was moaning both in pleasure and in pain. My breathing grew more rapid and my heart beat faster as I approached climax. I threw my head back, moans of ecstasy coming from my lips as my loins and aching balls tingled with the impending orgasm.

Sensing I was about to blow my load, Ben stopped masturbating me and Brad amps up my torment by about a hundred notches. He savagely tugged backwards and upwards at my screaming gonads and I could feel my ball cords stretched to the limit as he used my own pendulous scrotum to floss my ass-crack as he crushed my testicles. I screamed both in response to the pain in my gonads and the fact I ejaculated in spite of the pain.

Spasm after spasm, my balls and loins erupted in orgasm as I sprayed my semen on the concrete floor. After about 12 spurts, I collapse sobbing, hurt, humiliated, exhausted in the pool of my own male milk.

I was on my abdomen with my ass still slightly raised and my legs slightly bent. My tenderized, throbbing, sensitive male organs dangled vulnerably barely touching the ground.

"Tom, you know, you could have saved yourself all this pain if it weren't for your big balls. Your big sorry balls are useless and weak!" Ben taunted.

With the corner of my eye, I saw Brad pick up an apple and fling it at me. It struck me dead-on in the bollocks. They were already so battered, so sore and so tender that when the fruit smashed into my bruised plums, I screamed once and passed out.

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I cringe as I recall my predicament. I could have beaten them if not for my big sorry balls. Staggering to my feet, gingerly trying to avoid any bumps to my exquisitely sensitive package, I hobble to the couch. Suddenly the lights come on and I freeze in fear. Ben and Brad are at the door, grinning cruelly.

"Sunshine's awake already I see?" Brad teases.
"How're your big sorry balls doing?" Ben asked as he kicks at my aching plums.
"NOOOOO... " I scream in alarm.
A loud, gut-wrenching thwack reverberates as his Nike slams into my bobbing balls. I whimper like a little boy as I drop to the floor like a ton of bricks, sobbing.

"Remember our deal, Tommy boy? You're our slave for a week and we can do anything we want to you," Ben reminds me.

My heart sank....

Squeezing His Dangling Balls

A big hunk lies on the ground, helplessly struggling against his punk tormentor who has the big beef stud by his large gonads and giving the muscle-god a world of pain.

Stomping on His Family Jewels

A naked wrestler getting his bare balls gas-pedalled into pulp.

Submit to me, Boy!

One of my favorite pictures: A beautiful hunk screaming in helpless agony as a punk crushes and squeezes his testicles from between his bubble butt-cheeks. Awesome!

Playing with His Dangling Balls

A helpless male being held in place by a female as her sadistic friend toys with his big bulging balls before kicking them hard.

A Handful of Pain

The helpless expression of pure pain on a jock's face as his opponent grabs a hold of his squishy gonads and crushes them in his grip.

Knocking the Jizz Out of His Nads

After knocking out a big male and emptying his ballsac of his cum, the ballbusting female turns he attention on his aroused and equally muscular friend, punching the male milk out of his big aching balls.

Ball Claw

Super hot view from the bottom of a punk reaching between a muscle stud's bubble butt cheeks to grab and torment the hunk's dangling testicles. How I'd love to see him thrash about in agony!

Colleagues

Part 1: Ballbusting Deja Vu

Somehow bullying never goes away. It may change form as we get older but it just never goes away. Mark used to be a really scrawny kid who was constantly picked on in school. In college, the skinny 6'5" Mark fell in love with bodybuilding and actually went on to win a few amateur shows after a couple of years of serious training and dieting.

And so Mark evolved from lanky geek to massive muscle-bound hunk. He worked an office job and had put all his high school days behind him. One day, a new worker named Justin joined his company. When Justin arrived, Mark's jaw dropped and all his high school memories came flooding back with a vengeance. Justin was the guy who incessantly bullied him! And now here he was.

Justin seemed fairly polite to everyone, including Mark. Mark thought that perhaps Justin no longer recognized him and so, didn't think much of it. Justin himself seemed pretty laid back, relaxed and not at all the asshole he was in school. The following week, the company was organizing a Halloween party and everyone had to dress up for the event.

Mark chose to dress up as a Trojan soldier, to show off his beautifully built body. He stood in front of his mirror, admiring how his body looked in that little skirt thingy and the fake armor. His massive shoulders and arms and legs were truly a sight to behold. It was a wonder that he could find a costume that fit! Just to be naughty, Mark chose to wear nothing but a sports pouch under his skirt. The pouch was only big enough to accommodate his large cock but not his ample, lemon-sized testicles and Mark got a kick out of that. He wasn't at all shy of his big manhood. In fact, he would "accidentally" allow others a glimpse of his enormous package.

Mark was the star of the party. Everyone was in awe of his costume and even more awed by his body. Halfway through the party however, Mark's girlfriend, Eve, asked for a ride back to the office as she had left her cell phone there. Mark volunteered to go get the phone himself and so left, striding around town in all his glory. Yes,
people did stare at the beefcake with the mini-skirt!

He got to the office and was surprized to see the lights still on. He peeked in and saw Justin still there, working on something.
"Hey Justin" Mark called out.
"Hey... oh my God... hahaha" Justin roared in laughter.
Mark turned red and answered, "What the fuck is your problem?"
"Nothing... Hahahaha..." Justin was beside himself.
Mark ignored him and looked for Eve's phone.
"You look fucking gay, man," Justin taunted.
"Fuck you"
"I'm not into that, man. Even if you are"
Mark was really angry by now.
"Angry now, Marky boy?" Justin teased.
That was the name Justin used when he bullied Mark in high school.
Mark was speechless, angry and hurt.
"Come on now, big guy. How could I forget you?" Justin continued.
"I had the most fun with you. The other kids were just boring. You provided me with so much fucking fun. Remember how I used to pin you down and squeeze your balls? Man, you had the biggest balls in school but they were so fucking tender and sensitive! You would convulse like you were having a seizure or some fuck like that while I grabbed your junk. Then you would be sobbing yourself silly on the
ground!"
"Fuck you, Justin... Fuck you..."
"Is that all you can say now? Come on... I'm sure you kinda enjoyed the whole experience since you seemed to have a boner all the time after I hurt your balls. Did it toughen your balls, Marky boy? I hope I didn't ruin your sex life, man. You ballin' that Eve bitch, right?" Justin went on.
"Fuck you, asshole. Leave her out of this, ok?" Mark yelled.

The two men faced each other now. Mark dwarfing the 5'7", 170lb figure of Justin.

"She's got a fine ass, man. I hope those nads of yours can still shoot jizz after the beating I gave it in school. I mean, it'll be a waste if you couldn't fuck Eve, right?"

Mark just roared in anger and rushed at Justin. Justin was much quicker and threw a snap kick between Mark's massive thighs, catching his big, dangling balls spot on with an audible thwack. Mark howled as he crashed into a pillar then to the ground, hands clutching his nuts as they exploded with pain.

"Still got those big, weak balls I see. Damn, I would think that after all that beating they would be tough little fuckers!" Justin taunted.

Mark struggled to his feet, fighting off the pain. He lumbered towards Justin, his large sore balls swinging beneath his loin cloth. He swung a few clumsy blows at Justin who evaded them easily.

Justin then faked a punch at Mark's face. Mark raised his hands instinctively and like lightning, Justin grabbed his muscular shoulders and swung his bony knee into Mark's vulnerable testicles.

Two sickening thuds of hard bone smashing into soft testicular tissue later, Mark could just groan pitifully as he sank to his knees in slow motion, in utter agony. Somehow the pain must have been so paralyzing that Mark didn't even cover up his traumatized plums. After bringing his opponent to a more manageable height, Mark sank a few punches in Mark's handsome face, then viciously kicked him in his bobbing balls again. Mark just made keening, animal noises as he dropped to the ground in a fetal position, cradling his aching balls as waves as nausea tormented him.

Mark's loin cloth was far too skimpy. As he writhed in agony, his bubble butt and genitals flopped out obscenely.

"Oh damn. Look at the size of those babies!" Justin exclaimed looking enviously at Mark's red, swollen testicles rolling in their very pendulous ballsac. For some strange reason buried in Mark's psyche, his cock began to stir in some perverse response to the abuse his balls were getting. Perhaps it was some teenage memory. He was both humiliated and in pain as his cock rose to a majestic erection.

"Fuck. I knew you liked getting your nuts hurt!" Justin laughed.

Mark gingerly crept on all fours, his boner vulgarly tenting his sports pouch and lifting his loin cloth. He was crawling away from Justin who saw Mark's massive mounds of meat swinging invitingly between two very muscular legs.

Justin grabbed Mark's swollen balls and tugged them back viciously drawing a blood-curdling scream from Mark. "Oh please, man... please stop... not my balls..."

Justin used both hands, one hand for each ample gonad, Mark's balls were THAT big, and proceeded to squeeze them alternately. Abject agony and pain pulasated from Mark's aching balls. Justin ignored Mark's delirious pleas for mercy and began pulling them upwards so that the ballsac was flossing his butt and sticking out obscenely through his muscular buttcheeks. Justin tugged upwards, drawing inhuman howls from the frantic hunk.

Justin pulled until Mark's ass was high in the air and his head and his feet on the ground. Marks hands clawed desperately at his ass and groin trying to alleviate the pain but because his ballsac was so loose and long, Justin managed to maintain his deathgrip on Mark's now very swollen and red testicles with little hindrance.

Mark's mouth was frozen in a silent scream of torment as his body bucked and spasmed in response to the horrible pain. After an eternity of torment, Justing let go, tired from squeezing those massive testes. Mark collapsed and curled up, his hands feebly nursing his tenderized nuts. Justin grabbed Mark's throbbing boner and after a few seconds, Mark was screaming as both pain and pleasure erupted from his very sensitive plums. Mark squirted load after load of man juice as he sobbed uncontrollably both from the pain and the humiliation.

"Gee. I almost forgot how fun that was, Marky boy! See ya tomorrow!" Justin called out as he strolled out of the office leaving the beefy hunk wallowing in his tears, cum and pain.

Part 2: The Business Trip

After getting his ample manhood busted and humiliated by Justin, Mark tried to pretend nothing happened the next day at the office but still cowered and grew anxious whenever Justin was near. It was quite a sight to see the 24 year old, 6'5" 250lb beefy Mark intimidated by a 170lb, 5'7" punk who was about 3 years older. Justin became incredibly friendly towards Mark, on the other hand. But only in front of the other workers.

Whenever he was alone with Mark, Justin would seize every opportunity to bust Mark's large nads. And so, Mark's days were punctuated by episodes of acute, gut-wrenching testicular pain and humiliation. One thing Mark enjoyed doing was sneaking into the copy room when Mark was busy and when Mark bent over, Justin would plunge his hand between Mark's muscular buttcheeks and grab Mark's bobbing balls. A few seconds of getting his low-hanging fruit crushed would leave Mark bent double, his hands clutching desperately at his traumatized manhood. Since Mark only wore very thin silk boxers, his big boy balls were very vulnerable and very easily hurt.

Mark had a habit of standing with his feet really wide apart when he was pissing in the urinal and Justin made full use of that habit to further humiliate the beefcake. He'd sneak up behind Mark's gigantic frame, drop to one knee and sink a well-placed fist into Mark's hanging plums. The result was always dramatic. Mark would grunt, swear, knees buckling, head flush against the wall and hands grabbing for his aching balls with his large dick, still out of his pants, spraying piss all over like a kid's water pistol. After recovering from the blazing pain in his privates, Mark would limp out of the john and suffer the amused stares of colleagues who always wondered how he could piss all over himself.

Mark's will to fight was broken and he took everything Justin dished out, timidly. Mark couldn't quit since his job paid really well and he enjoyed it, so he chose to suffer in silence. One day, their boss told the both of them that they were going on a three day business trip together to Vegas. Justin was extremely pleased but Mark just nodded miserably. Three days alone with his bully. How would he survive?

It was a 4 hour flight there and Mark was dressed in loose, thin sweatpants. His nap was rudely awakened by a horrible pain from his gut and groin. To his horror, Justin was smiling sadistically with his hand under Mark's blanket. He viciously twisted and squeezed Mark's meaty twin mounds and Mark groaned in agony. Not wanting to make a scene, Mark's mouth was opened in a silent scream of anguish as his hands tried to pry open Justin's death grip on his throbbingly painful manhood. Justin released Mark's baby-makers and Mark nursed them as his cock rose to a majestic erection, tenting his blanket obscenely. The air hostess, who happened to be passing, saw Mark's boner and when she saw his hands massaging his nads, she whispered, "Perv" and gave him a look of utter disgust.

Mark seemed to have a permanent erection through the entire flight. Justin barely gave him any respite. Every time Mark let his guard down, a squeeze, slap or punch would make his testicles explode with pain. He began to wish that he had worn underwear instead of free-balling. After an agonizing flight, Mark was relieved to be able to get to the hotel for some rest. But, much to his horror, he realized that he would have to share a king-sized bed with Justin. Little did he know that Justin had made that arrangement with the hotel.

"Oh fuck. I'm not sharing any bed with you, man," Mark protested as he entered the room.
"Oh yes, you are. The hotels are fully-booked," Justin answered.
"Fuck. Then one of us will sleep on the floor," Mark retorted.
"Fuck you, Marky boy. We're sharing the bed, and that's final."
"No fucking way. I'm no fucking fag. You can have the bed. I'm taking the floor."

Without warning, Justin grabbed Mark's massive muscled arms then swung his knee into between Mark's big thighs twice. Two sickening meaty thuds later, Mark was screaming in pain as he collapsed into a writhing, sobbing heap on the floor. "Oh, fuck, my balls. My fucking balls." he whined.

"I said we're sharing the bed. If you call me a fag one more time, I'll destroy those weak, pathetic lumps of meat hanging between your legs."

After a long time of pain, Mark managed to hobble to the shower and clean himself up. Previously proud of his big bull balls and ample cock, he was terrified to get naked in front of Justin. However, since he only wore really skimpy silk boxers that barely covered his large package, Justin had a great view of his favorite target - Mark's balls. Mark crawled into bed with Justin smiling cruelly. Mark faced away from Justin and in no time, fell into deep slumber. Moments later, that familiar nauseating pain woke Mark up. Mark groaned in agony as he woke and realized that Justin was pulling on his pendulous plums from behind and slapping those trapped puppies viciously.

Mark curled up into a painful ball, sobbing into his pillow as Justin yanked and slapped his tenderized, swollen meatballs. Every slap to his balls would make his body spasm as if electricity were passing through. After an eternity of anguish, Justin grew tired and released the beefy hunk from his torment. Mark curled up even more, sobbing pathetically as waves of nausea hit him in the gut.

The next morning, Justin pretended nothing happened as Mark awoke. Jumping out of bed, Mark winced and cried out as his swinging sac bumped against his muscled thighs. He limped to get ready to meet his company's clients. The day seemed to go on smoothly and Mark and Justin concluded some really good deals for their company.

Forgetting his pain and humiliation, Mark was feeling on top of the world. Justin, of course, refrained from any horse-play in front of the clients. They had a good dinner with their clients and then headed back for a final night at the hotel. The next day they were leaving Vegas.

Mark stripped to his white skimpy boxers and his equipment flopped about vulgarly with every step he took and Justin was just itching to bust him again so he started a fight. "Hey, Marky boy! Remember our high school days? Remember how you'd always go about with a big boner after I hit you in the balls?" Justin taunted.

Mark kept silent as Justin went on, "I still remember the time in the locker room when I towel-slapped your boy balls. Man, you were bawling your lungs out and crying like a fucking little girl."
"Fuck you, you fucking asshole," Mark seethed.
"You wanna hit me, dont you?" Justin provoked.
"I wanna beat you to a pulp, you motherfucker," Mark hissed.
"Come on then, big boy. Just go for it," Justin went on as he slapped Mark's ass.

With a roar of fury, Mark was soon on top of Justin. Justin struggled as Mark easily overpowered him and as Mark's muscular frame bore down further, Justin thrust his hand between Mark's trunk-like legs and grabbed Mark's right testicle as it rolled out of the leg of his skimpy boxers. Mark froze and soon his world collapsed as
Justin crushed the life out the big gonad. Mark made weird animal noises, his hunky body wracked by inhumane pain as Justin tugged, twisted and squished his testicle. Justin quickly rolled away and escaped from the injured hunk. Mark staggered to his feet, wiping the tears from his handsome face but Justin was quicker. Without
missing a beat, he snap kicked Mark right in his sensitive, swollen plums. Mark howled and as he dropped, Justin punched him in the jaw. Mark crashed into the wall, dazed.

"Get up, you big useless oaf. Come on, you weakling!" Justin prodded.

Blinded by rage, Mark's huge figure rose again and he kicked at Justin. Justin neatly ducked and caught Mark's leg. Mark staggered for balance as Justin swung his knee into the hunk's vulnerable dangling testicles. Mark screamed as Justin threw two more knees into his rapidly swelling, agonized balls. He then threw Mark's leg upwards as the big, sobbing hunk crashed into the corner. Mark just curled up, nursing his badly swollen and hurting manhood, sobbing in defeat and pain.

By now, Justin was so turned on and yanked out his very wet 5" boner as he knelt next to the crumpled heap Mark was now reduced to. He grabbed Mark's tenderized boy balls with one hand and Mark looked up at his tormentor, terrified.

Justin started caressing Mark's sensitive nads and soon, Mark's big cock was rock hard and leaking despite the awful agony in his traumatized testicles. Something clicked in both Justin and Mark. They gazed into each other eyes, both burning with lust and desire. Mark grabbed Justin's balls and pulled him closer. Justin kept gently massaging the fallen, horny hunk's squishy meatballs. The awful pain that erupted from Mark's traumatized plums was slowly being replaced by pleasure. Voluntarily, Mark put Justin's wet boner into his mouth and sucked on it hungrily. Justin now was stroking Mark's also leaking rock-hard cock.

In a few moments, moans of pleasure replaced the groans of pain as both men approached orgasm. Justin grunted as he shot his hot jizz into Mark's mouth, which the hunk happily swallowed. Mark himself began involuntarily thrusting his hips as he squirted his huge load of male juice on the rug. Justin collapsed, exhausted next to a panting Mark, gazing affectionately at him now. Justin placed his lips closer and both of them were soon kissing contentedly. That night, both of them slept on the floor, in each other's arms.

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