Busting the Exhibitionist - Part 3 (Complete Domination)

new story by Darrel L.

I had myself a handsome, beefy muscle slave. A hefty 6' 10" tall, 350 pounds of muscle with a pair of low-hanging overgrown testicles, Joe was my perfect muscle slave. He was initially a big, dumb, narcissistic jock who enjoyed showing off his naked muscular body but after being humiliated and sexually dominated by both myself and my cousin, his spirit was broken and he was now a perpetually-horny submissive bodybuilder who enjoyed being physically hurt and abused by a pair of sadistic teenage boys half his size.

It was the day after I had beat him up and made him suck my cock (which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy). I was horny and feeling like dominating the hulking man once again. I went over to his house and tried to look for the beefy stud. The back door was wide open and I heard little moans of pleasure coming from inside. Curious, I peeked in and saw the overgrown jock, on all fours with his large muscled ass in the air, busy stroking his pathetic little 5 inch cock.

The beefy Joe, on all fours, busy playing with cock and ass.

My own cock swelled up to a throbbing erection as I watched the hunk's big cum-filled balls bounce about as he furiously tugged at his boner. I snuck in quietly and while Joe was lost in his own little dark fantasy, I grabbed both of his big pendulous testicles. Those meatballs were so large that each filled my hand. As the lusty bodybuilder froze in shock, my fingers wrapped tightly around each meaty orb and I crushed them cruelly. Joe screamed out in pain as I kneaded the two squishy organs in my hands, pressing my fingers into the sensitive, nerve-rich rubbery flesh of his ample testicles.

The view of Joe's beautiful, low-hanging danglers moments before I crush them.

"What did I tell you about coming without my permission, fat boy?" I hissed.
Joe only whimpered and sobbed in return.

"Didn't I tell you that your cock and balls belong to me and that you only can cum when I say you can?" I growled.

Again, the pain-wracked hunk could only manage a few dumb, mewling noises.

"Why were you rubbing that useless little cock of yours?" I demanded.

"Please, I'm sorry... please don't hurt me..." he begged pathetically.

"Answer my question, muscle slave!" I commanded.

"I was horny, sir... please..." he whined as I continued to apply pressure on his rapidly-swelling testicles.

"Did I give you permission to cum?" I asked.

"No, sir... I'm sorry... please don't hurt my balls" he pleaded.

I yanked on the injured hunk's trapped plums as I crushed each fleshy orb sadistically. He squeezed his muscular thighs together in a futile attempt to protect his manhood but I maintained a death-grip on his gonads. I gave an especially vicious tug at his spunk-makers and suddenly, without warning, Joe moaned loudly as his hips bucked involuntarily and his throbbing cock squirted globs of thick, male milk all over his own hamstrings. After about ten spasms, Joe's moans turned into sobs of pain once again as I continued squeezing his now very sensitive gonads.

"You came without permission again, big boy. I will have to discipline these fat useless balls now," I told the obviously terrorized hunk.

"Please... no... please, sir... please don't hurt my nuts anymore..." he begged.

Ignoring his pleas, I shifted my grip and instead grabbed a handful of his very pendulous scrotum, trapping his squishy swollen nards right at the bottom of the thin, smooth pink sac. I began tugging on them from between Joe's massive buttcheeks. To relieve the pain, the hunk was forced to crawl backwards. Using his scrotum as a leash, I yanked Joe around his house. I had the behemoth by the balls and he couldn't do anything about it but stumble backwards clumsily. I led the pleading, sobbing naked male bull by his oversized testicles around his living room and then around his backyard before going back into his house again. Joe whimpered pitifully as he crawled backwards, trying his best to keep up with me or risk having his ballcords stretched painfully to their limit.

I then led him back to his couch where I finally let go off his red, swollen, tenderized testicles. Joe collapsed on the floor, clutching desperately at his babymakers in anguish, sobbing softly into the carpet. I dropped my pants and sat on his couch in my boxers with my legs spread wide apart, my own cock fully erect with lust.

"Come here, muscle slave," I commanded. Joe staggered to his feet and limped over to me.

"Kneel down in front of me, boy!" I ordered and he obediently knelt down between my spread legs, his face inches away from my crotch.

I then grabbed a handful of hair and buried the handsome hunk's tear-stained face in my crotch.

"Smell that, muscle slave! I know you like smelling my sweaty balls," I told him. He obviously enjoyed the humiliation. He had an almost instant erection with my balls stuffed against his nose despite the pain emanating from his injured gonads. I was getting really horny and pulled my dripping boner and balls out of my boxers. I slapped Joe repeatedly across his handsome face with my 8 inch erection, staining his face with my precum. The rampant musclehead opened his mouth hungrily, wanting to suck on my dick.

"You're a fucking cocksucker, aren't you, fat boy?" I said, stuffing my cock into Joe's open mouth, making him gag as I shoved it right to the back of his throat. Joe began sucking hard on my cock while his hands fondled my taut teenage balls. I was in heaven! I leaned my head back with my eyes closed as my muscle slave pleasured me. I felt my balls stir and an orgasm approaching when suddenly, a sharp pain from my sensitive cock jolted me from my state of ecstasy.

"FUCK!! YOU FUCKING BIT MY COCK!!! ARGHHH....!" I screamed as Joe's teeth sank into my shaft.

Instead of letting up, he grabbed my cum-laden testicles and started crushing them. I howled as nauseating waves of pain rose from my abused balls into the core of my abdomen.

"How do you like the pain, you little prick? I'm gonna break these little nuts and fuck you so hard you won't walk straight for a week!" Joe hissed as he let go of my cock but maintained his grip on my aching gonads. My breathing grew faster and shallower as the sharp pain from my cock morphed into the deep, masculine pain of having my boy-berries squeezed mercilessly by my former victim.

Joe stood up, towering over me as I sat on the couch, groaning in pain, my hands feebly trying to pry Joe's finger's from my hurting testicles. Suddenly, a loud thwack ran out and Joe's smirk turned into a mask of utter anguish. His muscled thighs slowly closed as he let go of my balls to clutch at his own testicles. He made a pitiful keening noise as he sank to his knees slowly and curled up in a fetal position on the floor. Behind the crumpled hunk stood my cousin, Matt, grinning like the fucking Chesire cat. He must have kicked Joe's vulnerable gonads.

"Seems like I had to save your little ass again, cousin," he smirked.

"Fuck. He got me by the balls..." I complained, gingerly craddling my aching balls.

"That's what you get when you think with your balls and not your head," Matt teased.

"Fuck you. What the fuck are you doing here?" I managed a laugh despite the pain from my teen orbs.

"I saw you creep into Joe's house. How dare you come over and get your rocks off and not tell me? Don't forget it was both of us who made him a muscle slave!" he admonished, playfully punching my cock.

"Ow! That hurts! That fat-assed fuck bit my cock!" I protested.

The agony from my groin subsided but I couldn't say the same about Joe. The big muscled stud was still curled up, nursing his broken balls, crying into the carpet like a baby. He was in a world of anguish but more pain was coming his way.

"We're gonna teach you never to even think of fighting back, big boy!" I said, grabbing both his massive arms and tying them to the stair rails. Joe was too weak from the pain in his balls to offer much resistance. With the beefy hunk on his back and his arms tied above his head, I used the cushions from the sofa and stuck them beneath his ass to make him arch his back as much as possible. With his ample, swollen balls on vulnerable display, we were now free to toy with him.




Picking up a bodybuilding magazine from a nearby table, I rolled it up and smiled sadistically.

"And now your punishment begins," I announced. Joe's fat, pendulous testicles lay on the cushion, nestled between his thick quads. I began spanking those overgrown cum-makers with the rolled-up magazine. I started off at a slow rate. Sickening thuds rang out as the magazine connected with his soft, sensitive, squishy testicles, making the injured hunk yelp with every blow. As I increased the speed and rate of the spanks, Joe's yelps turned into almost hysterical sobs and cries for mercy. Every muscle in Joe's body tensed up and his hips bucked as I kept hitting his reddening testicles and without warning, Joe let out a guttural howl as his half-erect cock started spewing globules of creamy semen all over his abdomen and chest.

"Fuck, you literally spanked the spunk out of his balls!" Matt commented.

"There must be a gallon of cum in these puppies!" I replied, surprised at the amount of jizz the abused hunk could shoot.

"Let's see how much sperm he has!" Matt suggested.

Matt then grabbed Joe's partially-hard cock and stroked it furiously. Joe groaned in protest but couldn't do anything to stop Matt's ministrations. With his other hand, Matt grabbed a hold of the sock-like scrotum, trapping the abused, burning testicles at the base. When Matt tugged hard at the tenderized testicles, the pain and pleasure must have been too great for the horny hunk to bear and again, he screamed and bucked like a crazed horse as his hose-like penis squirted another impressive load of spunk.

"Fuck, he's rampant!" I said.

I grabbed both Joe's aching testicles, rolling them around in my hand. They were much squishier and more swollen than before. The injured beefcake whined miserably as I handled his tenderized meatballs. I lifted up his hefty swollen balls and stuck my finger in Joe's muscled ass. He squirmed and whimpered in protest but again, couldn't do a damn thing to fight me off. I found his prostate and rubbed the sensitive organ while gently squeezing his injured sperm-tanks and in no time, Joe was making those all-too familiar screams as he came yet again. This time, he managed to squirt a few globs of thinner, clearer fluid. Joe's barrel-like muscular torso was glistening with sweat and a thick layer of male milk by now.

"Looks like his big boy balls are almost empty!" I announced.

"I want empty those nards completely," my sadistic cousin replied.

Matt grabbed Joe's cock again. The head of his engorged cock was an angry shade of purple and obviously very sensitive. Joe squealed and sobbed as Matt pumped his hurting penis. I grabbed a hold of both his very sore and swollen balls. I would squeeze one testicle while caressing the other gently. Alternating testicles, Joe became delirious with waves of pain and pleasure from his genitals. Pretty soon, Joe's hips began to buck again and the hunk was groaning in pleasure as he climaxed. This time, however, only a few drops of fluid pathetically dripped from his cock. Joe wailed miserably as the pain from dry-coming exploded from his hurting genitals.

"Well, that's that, I guess," Matt said.

"Yup, looks like we finally emptied his gigantic gonads!" I replied.

We looked at the restrained hunk. He looked pretty pathetic - tied-up, sobbing like a child and covered in his own spunk. I whipped out my cellphone and snapped a few pictures.

"Now, fat boy, if you ever decide to try that little stunt again, I will smash these balls and show these pictures to everyone. Understand?" I warned.

"Yes, sir. Please... no more... my big boys cannot take anymore," he begged.

Joe's swollen and abused balls moments before being punched.

"Awwww, your big baby boy balls can take more punishment than you think. They're not as overgrown and useless as they look," Matt told him as he raised his fist in the air and brought it down forcefully.

As Matt's knuckles smashed into the oversized, sensitive, nerve-filled, fleshy orbs, Joe's entire body spasmed and bucked as he almost broke the ropes. He released a strangled gasp as his eyes rolled back into his head and he slipped into merciful unconsciousness, the pain too much for him to bear.