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....