Tom's Ballbusting Adventures - Part 2 (Basement Match)

Tom's Ballbusting Adventures - Part 2

by Darrel L.

(thanks for my readers' suggestions!)

Pumped up and horny after an intense weight-training session, Tom strode into the locker room and stripped down. His large, hefty gonads flopped about as he admired his physique in the mirror - an impressive 7 feet tall, 400 pounds of beefy muscle. It was late at night and Tom was alone in the locker room. He cupped his heavy, pendulous testicles and rolled them about his palm, enjoying the sensations emanating from his balls. He had always been proud of his oversized, low-hanging testicles - the symbol of his masculinity. Responding to his gentle ministrations, his cock was soon fully engorged and he shuffled towards the showers, his erect dick sticking out in front of him like a lance.

As warm water flowed from the shower head, Tom's pumped up muscles relaxed. He closed his eyes and took his throbbing boner in his right hand. As he gently stroked his member, his mind drifted back to when he was 15 and he fantasized about one of the most erotic events in his life. It had been a couple of years since his life was turned upside down; the former bully had become the target of bullying and ridicule after the other kids discovered his weakness: his proud, ample, low-hanging, but very weak, pair of testicles. His younger brothers, who were much smaller than he was, were particularly sadistic to their older, bigger brother and would team up on him and constantly torment him at home by attacking his sensitive gonads. When his parents were not home, Tom spent most of the day on the ground, writhing from the agony of having his big bull balls busted by one or both of his cruel siblings.

When he was about 15, Tom came home from school one day to find his two brothers waiting for him.

"Relax, fat boy, we're not gonna beat your big ol' balls just yet," Martin, who was 13, told him.

"What do you want?" Tom asked, suspiciously.

"I'm guessing you'd want us to stop busting your weak balls, big brother," Chad, the youngest one at 11, replied.

"Unless of course, you enjoy us beating up your nuts like some pervy faggot," Martin taunted him.

"If you're willing to fight my friend this weekend, we promise we'd stop tormenting you, dear brother," Chad told him with a sly smile.

"Who's your friend?" Tom inquired, suspecting some kind of trap.

"Jesse. He's my age but smaller than I am. He was mouthing off and said he could beat you up and so we kinda accepted that challenge on your behalf," Chad explained.

Chad and Martin had been dishonest about the story. Martin had bet with his friends that Jesse, who was a petite angelic-looking boy, would be able to beat his hulking, muscular brother in a fight. Their friends naturally thought this was completely ridiculous and that Jesse would be completely pulverized by the beefy behemoth. Nonetheless, they took the bet, expecting to make some easy money. Chad and Martin, however, knew that Jesse, despite his slight build and innocent features, was a vicious and mean fighter capable of taking down boys bigger than he was.

"What's the catch?" Tom asked, still highly suspicious.

"No catch, you dumb fuck. If you beat Jesse in a fight, we'll stop tormenting you forever. If you lose, we continue what we are currently doing, hurting your pathetic babymakers. There's nothing for you to lose, idiot," Martin explained impatiently.

"Unless of course, we've done so much damage to your useless balls that you're a complete fag now," Chad taunted with a quick backhand to Tom's vulnerable testicles.

Tom yelped and doubled over, clutching his aching balls after the unexpected blow. "Fuck you..." Tom hissed, in pain.

Chad pulled up Jesse's photo on his phone and showed it to the injured husky teenager.

"What?! Fight him?! He's tiny!" Tom exclaimed as he examined the photo. Jesse appeared to be about 5 feet tall and 100 pounds. Tom himself was a 6'8", 350 pound giant of a teenager.

"I told you he was a small kid. So, you agree to fight him?" Martin asked.

"Hell yeah. I'll crush the little runt," Tom boasted arrogantly, thinking that this was his chance to redeem his masculinity from all the humiliation he had suffered over the past years.

The weekend soon came and Tom's parents were out of town. He was supposed to babysit his younger brothers but they seemed to have other plans for him. The fight was to take place in the basement, a large space that was almost sound-proof.

"Come down in 5 minutes, Tom," Chad told his brother.

Tom slipped on a pair of his old jocks, hoping that they would offer his big testicles some protection. The fabric was pretty thin and the jockstrap could hardly contain Tom's oversized gonads.

"Damn, should have bought new jocks," he thought as he slipped on a pair of thin cotton shorts. His ample genitals formed an obvious bulge in the front. He decided not to wear a shirt, admiring his big beefy build in the mirror for a bit before heading down to the basement.

Tom's big, bull balls barely contained in his jock

As he entered the basement, he was a taken aback to see a small crowd gathered. They were all Martin's friends, a bunch of 13 year old boys that wanted to see Tom pulverize the little Jesse so they could win some money from Martin. They cheered the hulking teenage bodybuilder as he entered the basement, his large impressive frame towering above everyone else. Tom's pride swelled as he took in the cheers and support.

Across the room, dressed in a black tank top and shorts, was Jesse. He was a small, wiry teenager, 5 feet tall and barely 100 pounds. Growing more confident about his impending victory, Tom began flexing and showing off his muscular build. Jesse smiled calmly, his cold blue eyes watching the large husky teen parade about and paying special attention to the conspicuous bulge between his thick legs. His favorite strategy to take down bigger guys was to attack their balls; for some reason, no guy ever anticipated that their gonads would ever be a target in a fight.

Martin called for attention in the room. "Ok, guys, our big brother Tom is gonna fight Jesse here. The only rule for this fight is that the first guy to pass out or cum loses," he announced.

Jesse smirked but Tom was too busy showing off to notice what Martin just said.

Both teenagers squared off in the middle of the basement. Tom's overgrown frame dwarfed Jesse's tiny figure. Jesse raised both his hands and challenged Tom to a strength competition. Tom laughed loudly and the crowd chuckled in response to this ridiculous challenge.

"Oooh, I'm so scared..." Tom mocked as he accepted this challenge and locked fingers with Jesse. Jesse pushed and shoved as hard as he could, turning as red as a beet. Tom laughed as he just stood his ground with his legs spread apart for balance and easily resisted Jesse's feeble attempts.

"Give up yet, little boy?" Tom asked cheekily, after about three minutes into this one-sided strength competition.

"Not just yet, fat ass!" Jesse retorted, with a sly smile, as he swung his foot between Tom's thick legs.

The large muscular teen let out a guttural groan as Jesse's foot slammed into his vulnerable bulging balls with an audible thwack, drawing a gasp of shock from the small crowd gathered in the basement. As the wave of nausea built up in his gut, Tom tried to dislodge his hands from Jesse's grip to nurse his injured gonads but he was unable to. Jesse unleashed his surprising strength and, significantly weakened by the pain, the big hefty teenager was unable to break his grip.

Taking full advantage of his weakened state, Jesse swung another devastating kick that smashed into Tom's large, aching balls again, drawing a strangled mewling sound from the injured teenager. His knees buckled and he slowly sank to his knees but Jesse maintained a solid grip on his arms, preventing him from protecting his traumatized testicles. As Tom knelt in front of the smaller teenager, his big brawny arms held securely in place, Jesse stared into Tom's wide, fear-filled eyes as he savagely swung another kick between the V formed by the thighs of the kneeling bodybuilder.

Tom howled pitifully as the third consecutive kick smashed into his injured, aching, testicles and caused his big husky frame to spasm in agony. Unable to hold the heavy teenager up by his arms any longer, Jesse let him go and Tom curled up in a fetal position, hugging himself and making keening animal-like noises as waves of agony exploded from his battered balls. Jesse stepped back a while, deciding not to finish the fight so soon. It would have been too easy to continue beating up the incapacitated behemoth. He wanted to toy with him a bit more before beating him into submission.

To humiliate the brawny boy more, Jesse went up to him and yanked off his shorts. Tom was too distracted and paralyzed by the pain to offer any resistance. Derisive giggles rang out as Jesse pantsed Tom, exposing his big doughy butt for all to see. He spanked the bigger teen's large ass, leaving angry red hand prints on his pale flesh, as the big boy groaned softly in protest. Not satisfied with just pantsing his husky opponent, Jesse tore off the flimsy pair of jocks he was wearing. Tom wailed loudly as the support offered by the jocks was suddenly lost, causing his traumatized, aching genitals to flop about. The mocking chuckles and comments grew louder now that the large, hefty boy was left buck naked, clutching his swollen, pendulous gonads on the ground. Jesse then stood back to allow Tom to recover and continue the fight.

After about fifteen minutes, the big brawny teenager recovered enough to stagger to his feet. He faced the petite Jesse, furious and spoiling to beat him up for kicking him in the balls. Jesse smiled as he eyed his handiwork - Tom's battered testicles were now swollen to the size of golf balls and his long pendulous scrotum was a bright shade of red. Tom's large, bulky frame lumbered towards the diminutive Jesse, his ponderous gonads swinging about with each step.

He began swinging wildly at the slight teenager. His powerful punches would have been deadly if they were accurate but fortunately for Jesse, Tom's blows were uncoordinated and slow. Jesse easily dodged Tom's lumbering attacks. As Tom grew tired, his punches grew clumsier and slower. Jesse changed tactics slightly and every time Tom left himself open, Jesse would land a slap on Tom's face. These attacks served to infuriate the oversized teenager and made his attacks more desperate and clumsy. Eventually, sensing it was time to go in for the kill, Jesse ducked below Tom's swinging fist and fired an uppercut between his muscular thighs. Jesse's small hard fist buried itself in Tom's overgrown fleshy testicles, stopping the hulking boy's attack dead in its tracks. Before he could react to the pain and assume the inevitable doubled-over position, Jesse fired off another agonizingly accurate punch that sank into the squishy, swollen, sensitive orbs of testicular meat.

The burly Tom cried out pitifully and doubled over in anguish, clutching his bruised, overgrown meatballs as another wave of nausea exploded into his gut. Jesse launched a series of jabs that connected with Tom's head and face, forcing the massive male into retreat. Tom's tried to protect his face and aching spunk-makers from the unrelenting assault and eventually was backed into a corner. As he raised his muscled arms to protect his head, a quick jab to his traumatized testicles would make him yelp and drop his arms to protect his groin, giving Jesse the chance to attack his head again. Completely confused by the onslaught and out of desperation, Tom reached out with his brawny arms and by pure luck, managed to grab Jesse. He wrapped his arms securely around Jesse's petite figure, holding him in a bear hug.

Martin and Chad gasped in shock as the tables were turned on their fighter. With a shout of victory, Tom bearhugged his tormentor and spun around so that he was pinning the smaller boy between his thick arms against the wall. Jesse's eyes rolled back as Tom crushed his tiny figure and he went completely limp.

"Oh fuck! He fucking killed him!" Chad exclaimed in shock. The stunned reaction spread rapidly among the boys present.

Surprised, confused, and afraid that he had done permanent damage, Tom let go of Jesse's limp body. Suddenly, as he crumpled to the ground, Jesse came back to life, much to everyone's shock, and quickly dived between Tom's trunk-like legs. The whole thing was a ruse! As he swiftly emerged behind the stunned teen's bulky frame, he grabbed a hold of his plump, low-hanging, testicles. Tom gasped in horror at his predicament but it was too late, Jesse had a vise-like grip on his pendulous, smooth scrotum, trapping his fat testicles at the base.

Tom's oversized, low-hanging gonads dangling between his legs

Jesse used his bodyweight to shove Tom against the wall. With his body almost flush against the wall in front of him, Tom was totally helpless and could not double-over to relieve the pressure and tension on his taut, traumatized testicles. With the hefty teen exactly where he wanted him, Jesse tugged backwards and upwards savagely on Tom's sensitive sperm-makers, using the lengthy, droopy scrotum to floss the tormented teen's ass-crack. Tom screamed in utter anguish as his ball cords were pulled to their limit. Unable to double over, he arched his back and pushed his butt backwards in a futile attempt to relieve the tension on his damaged gonads but this only made his genitals more vulnerable to further abuse. Tom's ballsac was so long and saggy that Jesse was able to yank his balls all the way to the top of his ass-crack.

Tom tried desperately to dislodge the pint-sized tormentor who had a unyielding, painful grip on his battered manhood but only managed to annoy Jesse and worsen his agony. He screamed and howled pitifully but his sadistic opponent refused to let up on the tension on the unfortunate boy's testicles. Despite the sickening pain emanating from his bruised and battered balls, Tom's cock became fully engorged and thrust out in front of him in a proud erection. His boner did not escape Jesse's attention.  Instead of tugging at Tom's dangling testicles, Jesse wrapped his strong fingers wrapped around each overgrown orb, constricting the oversized organs so hard that soft, shiny, meaty bubbles of squishy testicular flesh protruded through the gaps between his fingers. This new pain was far worse and Tom began sobbing in utter anguish as his busted balls exploded in sickening waves of gut-wrenching agony.

"Walk backwards, big boy. If you try anything funny, I'll destroy these pathetic balls," Jesse told the sobbing hefty teenager as he squeezed the meaty, nerve-filled orbs. Tom yelped but obeyed him and painfully stumbled backwards while Jesse maintained a tight grip on his traumatized testicles. Now, the entire group of boys saw Tom's raging boner and began laughing at him, adding to his humiliation.

"Fucking fag likes having a guy play with his balls!" someone remarked.

"Get on all fours!" Jesse commanded, giving Tom's squishy, swollen gonads an extra hard squeeze to drive his point home.

Sobbing in pain and humiliation, Tom did as he was told. Jesse immediately jumped up and sat on the big, beefy boy's muscular back, facing his bulky ass. It was a sight to behold - a small boy looking as though he was riding a muscular bull, controlling his large animal by adjusting the pressure on his dangling gonads.

"Come milk this big, fat bull, guys!" Jesse announced. All the guys in the room lined up to have some fun at the humiliated bodybuilder's expense.

While Jesse continued crushing Tom's ponderous nards, the first guy knelt behind Tom, reached between his thick legs and grabbed a hold of his rock-hard cock. Tom whined in protest but was in too much pain to fight back. With a few quick strokes, Tom's hips began bucking involuntarily as his loins exploded in orgasmic pleasure and thick creamy globs of semen squirted from his throbbing cock. Jesse was almost thrown off but managed to stay in place by holding on to the unfortunate teenager's testicles, making Tom whine in pain. Tom quickly learned not to struggle or risk intensifying the torment afflicted on his sensitive, busted balls.

The second boy came up behind Tom and started stroking Tom's swollen, post-climax penis. Tom sobbed miserably and struggled weakly, his bloated cock intensely sensitive after his first orgasm. After a few deft strokes, Tom started moaning again as he fired off another thick load of male milk. As the guys took turns milking the tormented teenager, it was taking longer and longer for him to cum and his semen was becoming thinner in consistency. Tom had an unbelievable amount of jizz and an astonishingly large puddle of cum was building up on the floor, but there was still a limit to the amount of spunk he could shoot. Tom was delirious with the heady mix of pain and pleasure; Jesse's tight grip on his spunk-makers and the constant milking of his incredibly-sensitive penis were almost too much for him to handle. As the last guy stroked his now-purplish cock, only a drop of thin liquid dripped from the tip of his dick as Tom dry-came. That pain was too much for Tom's busted, abused testicles to handle. He screamed pitifully as his body spasmed weakly and he collapsed into the puddle of sweat, tears, and semen on the floor.

Poor Tom's big, swollen, tender testicles flopped between his thick legs after he was beaten.

"Please don't hurt me anymore... please... please..." the humiliated and broken hulk of a boy begged miserably as he painfully curled up into a fetal ball, hugging himself but barely mustering the strength to cradle his swollen, sensitive, red nards. Jesse stood by the fallen bull, placed one foot on his fat, pale butt and raised his arms in victory.

"First to cum loses..." he triumphantly announced.