Saturday, August 31, 2013

Double trouble

Never underestimate a kneeling woman. Two thugs have their balls crushed by her fists.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Horny Ball Squeeze

Instead of getting off, a horny male has his sperm-filled gonads squeezed by his girlfriend.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

The Park Brawl

by Darrel L.

Jacob was on his usual evening run after getting off work. He was 29, in great shape and in the prime of life. He lived in a fairly quiet neighborhood inhabited by young families and at around dinner, the park didn't have many people around. As he jogged past a clearing in the woods, he heard some voices arguing and so he stopped for a bit to see what was going on.

Spying from behind some bushes, he saw two kids - one looked like he was bullying the other. The bigger boy was about 16 but was built like a linebacker, about 6'5" tall and 300 pounds, muscular but pudgy. The smaller, thinner boy looked to be about 13, 5'2" and 100 pounds. The bigger boy had grabbed the smaller kid by his backpack and was laughing as he swung him about wildly. The smaller boy was yelling loudly in protest but couldn't do much to stop his oversized bully. The bully finally let the bag go and the boy went tumbling on the grass like a little ragdoll, then lumbered over and stood over his victim, massive legs spread and hands on his waist as he continued to taunt and laugh at him.

Jacob was getting pissed and was about to put the bully in his place when he heard the little kid yell angrily, "Don't you fucking talk about my brother again!!" as he kicked directly upwards between the two bulky legs, nailing his bully right in his vulnerable gonads. Jacob was stunned by the turn of events. The hefty teenage boy appeared just as surprised and let out a low-pitched moan as he hugged himself, doubled-over from the aching pain in his big boy balls. The smaller boy quickly scrambled to his feet but instead of running away, threw his bag aside, and faced his bully with his little fists balled up, ready for a fight.

"You're dead!" the bully croaked, suppressing the blazing pain in his groin as he whipped off his shirt. Clad in basketball shorts, the overgrown bully raised his large ham-like fists as well, his eyes glowering with anger from being so unceremoniously kicked in the balls.

"Bring it on, fat boy!" the smaller boy answered fearlessly.

Jacob wanted to stop the fight, fearing that the smaller kid would be pulverized, but a part of him was mesmerized by the action, rooting for the fearless little wolverine facing the big male bull.

The bully lumbered forward, his fat gut jiggling about and his bulging genitals flopping from side to side as he wildly swung his big fists. If one punch connected with the kid, it would have been the end of him but he managed to dodge every blow. The husky teen continued to throw clumsy punches that only hit at air and he began to tire, his punches growing slower and more awkward. His smaller opponent, probably sensing his massive attacker was winded and vulnerable, launched a fast, furious counter-attack. His punches were not as powerful as the bigger boy's but were deadly accurate, striking the bully's doughy face rapidly and sending him into a retreat. As the bully raised his brawny arms to protect his head, the smaller kid expertly switched targets, his tiny fists lacing into his bully's flabby gut. When the bully lowered his arms, a barrage of rapid, angry punches would instead fly at his face.

Dazed and desperate, the bigger boy spread his beefy arms to try to grab his nimble attacker. Instead of dodging, the smaller kid grabbed his bully's muscular arms for support as he swung his knee between the teenager's thick legs. His knee crashed into the hapless husky oaf's big, bobbing balls, once, twice and a third time as the bigger boy wailed in pitiful agony and doubled over again, clutching his aching, injured testicles. After bringing his overgrown bully to a manageable height, the smaller boy landed a powerful punch to his bully's nose, drawing blood and a loud cry of pain. The bigger boy instinctively brought his hands to his wounded face and straightened up, his legs spread for balance and leaving his battered nards open for attack. The smaller kid swung a deadly kick that smashed into the bully's traumatized genitals with a loud, sickening thwack. A weak, anguished squeal escaped the bigger boy's lips as he dropped to his knees, semi-conscious from the brutal attack on his head and tender testicles. One hand was feebly trying to defend his face and the other barely protected his aching testicles. The smaller boy continued his relentless assault, grabbing a handful of his would-be tormentor's hair with one hand as the other launched a few more punches into his bloodied, doughy face.

He then kicked away the bully's hand, drew back his foot and swung it between the V formed by the kneeling bully's thighs, smashing it into the bigger boy's sensitive, traumatized manhood yet again. His bully's jaw fell open in a silent scream of anguish as nauseating pain exploded from his fragile testicles. He let go off the bigger boy's hair and the hefty teenage crumpled on the grass, barely conscious from the inhumane pain searing his brain. Part of Jacob wanted to stop the furious assault on the fallen teen but the sight of a smaller boy completely destroying a much bigger kid turned him on and he had a raging erection that obscenely tented his thin running shorts. He was completely riveted as he watched the smaller kid pull off the bigger boy's shorts and boxers. Completely naked with all the fight beaten out of him, the bully didn't resist and could only whimper in fear. The smaller boy then took the bully's T-shirt and ripped it into strips to tie his arms behind his back and his ankles together.

He flipped the sobbing bully on his back and Jacob started to precum copiously and involuntarily touch his boner when he caught sight of the bully's bruised, bloated balls which were the color and size of large juicy plums, nestled between his massive thighs and little stump-like cock, likely shriveled from humiliation, fear and pain. The smaller kid then sat on his bully's barrel-like chest in a school-boy pin and stared into the bigger boy's tear-filled eyes.

"Please... please... I'm sorry... please... no more..." the bully whimpered in defeat.

Instead of giving him any mercy, the smaller kid launched a few more punches into his bully's tear-stained, bloodied face and then turned around so that he was facing his bully's busted, purplish balls. Jacob saw a sadistic smile light up the wild little warrior's face as he began to rain down punches on his bully's swollen, traumatized genitals. Loud meaty thuds rang out as his bony little fists smashed into the nerve-rich, bruised, fleshy orbs of testicular tissue and the unfortunate bully could only howl in agony, his beefy body spasming weakly with every blow. Jacob's rational brain told him that he should stop the fight before permanent damage the bigger boy's manhood suffered permanent damage, but his throbbing erection began to pulsate with each punch.

After a few minutes, those meaty thuds began to sound like squishy thwacks as the bully's battered, bruised, and busted nards swelled to the size of grapefruits. The bigger boy was on the verge of passing out but the smaller boy slapped his face around to rouse him. Waking up from the fog of pain, he begged his victim to let him go and promised to stop picking on him. The smaller kid undid the make-shift ropes and commanded his bully to get on all fours with his large, chubby ass in the air. His large frame wracked by miserable sobs, the bully fearfully obeyed his would-be victim.

"Please don't hurt my balls anymore... I wanna have kids... please, man..." the crying bully whined.

Snorting in contempt, the smaller kid took a few steps back, ran forward and swung a powerful, devastating kick between his bully's ass cheeks, punting the unfortunate male's swollen, squishy, dangling gonads with such force that his entire lower body lifted off the ground as he screamed in abject agony. The sickening pain was too much for the bigger teen, and he was out cold as his beefy body flopped back on the grass. Jacob lost control and creamed his underwear and shorts the moment the smaller boy's foot smashed into the bully's oversized balls. As an intense orgasm rocked his loins, his legs buckled and he had to grab on to a nearby tree to prevent himself from falling over.

As he recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm, Jacob saw the bully's large, unconscious frame lying on the grass as the smaller boy walked off in the distance, a spring in his step after vanquishing his much larger tormentor and utterly destroying his manhood. Ashamed of himself, Jacob rushed over to the unconscious boy to check on him. Thankfully, he was alive, only passed out. He reached between the bully's legs and gingerly felt his testicles. His testicles were massively swollen, squishy and very bruised but still intact.

Embarrassed by the wet, sticky patch on his shorts, Jacob decided to run back home to clean off his jizz before going back to the park. He managed to rouse the unconscious teenager.

"Uh... It's ok. Don't tell anyone. I fell..." the boy lied to Jacob as he gingerly pulled on his shorts and limped away in humiliation, wincing and yelping every time his swollen, fragile, dangling balls bumped about.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Wrestling pain and pleasure

Defeat can be both painful and pleasurable as a male wrestler gets his balls squeezed while being milked.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

2 on 1 ballbusting

The defeated hunk is held down by one punk as the other pulls his trunks down and reaches between his ass cheeks to grab and abuse the fallen man's vulnerable testicles.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

More Japanese wrestling ballbusting!

The Japanese certainly enjoy wrestling ballbusting! Two wrestlers abusing each others' family jewels followed by a nice, prolonged painful reaction :-)

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Testicle kicking

A horny man gets his taut balls kicked hard

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Tom's Ballbusting Adventures - Part 3 (Anti-Bully Class Begins)

by Darrel L.

Thanks to those who provided ideas that helped me develop the concept for this story. Keep the ideas cumming!

Tom smacked his the snooze button on his alarm clock and nuzzled against his pillow groggily. Barely awake, he was acutely aware of his throbbing morning wood and began gently grinding it against his bed, enjoying the sensations emanating from his genitals. As the horny college freshman humped the sheets, his mind drifted back to his one of the most memorable (and painful) ballbusting adventures in his memory.

The summer when he was 16, his parents were travelling, and he was left at home at the mercy of his sadistic younger brothers. He was still in his growth spurt and was now a hulking 7 feet tall, weighing almost 380 pounds - a giant of a teenager - but after getting his oversized, low-hanging testicles abused by his younger, much smaller built siblings, he was intimidated by them. He was just waking up one morning, and was surprised to see Martin, who was 14, sitting beside him on his bed.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Tom barked.

"Just watching you sleep, big brother," he grinned cheekily.

"Get out!" Tom retorted as he turned away from Martin, trying to hide his morning wood from his brother.

"I have a proposal for you, big brother," Martin said as he slid into bed with Tom.

"No. Just leave me alone," Tom mumbled, still sleepy.

"Listen, if you do what Chad and I want you to do today, we'll be nice to you for a whole week," he offered.

"Forget it," Tom answered.

Martin then reached around Tom's chubby waist, quickly reached into his loose cotton boxers and grabbed Tom's rigid cock.

"Damn. Someone's horny! Fully erect but still so small!" Martin teased.

"Hey! Fuck off!" Tom cussed as he tried to smack his nuisance brother away. He wasn't quick enough; Martin deftly reached between his overgrown brother's massively-muscled thighs with his other hand and grabbed his pendulous balls. Tom yelped in surprise and tried to free himself but it was too late, Martin yanked backwards hard, stretching the giant teen's fat, low-hanging gonads as far as his smooth, pink, sagging scrotum would allow. The beefy teenager yowled in pain and protest as his younger brother maintained his tight grip on his sensitive, oversized manhood.

"Now, I don't think I made myself clear enough, brother. Chad and I want you to be part of a plan we have and you don't have much of a choice. Just because we are your brothers, we're gonna be kind to you and stop abusing these useless balls you have here for a week afterwards, you got that?" Martin hissed.

Tom nodded miserably, the aching pain building up in his trapped, stretched gonads and hitting him right in his gut.

"All you got to do is put on a blindfold, listen to some music, and be the model for a little self-defense class we are organizing for three 10 year old boys. You'll be taking a few blows to your body but you're such a big strong man, it probably wouldn't even hurt. Simple, eh?" Martin explained.

The pain blazing in his gonads was too much for Tom and he just nodded in agreement, desperate to end the nauseating agony emanating from his groin, and begging his brother to stop abusing his aching testicles.

"Good boy!" Martin teased, patting the whimpering Tom on his large jiggly ass.

Martin then made the hurting teenager get out of bed and go into the basement. There, Tom saw two large metal loops in the ground, about shoulder-width apart and another metal loop on the ceiling. Martin then made him put on a blindfold. Tom was apprehensive about what was going to happen but was too afraid that his brothers would bust his balls again and just complied. Martin led the bulky, blindfolded hunk towards the metal loops. He first tied his brawny arms together and tied it to the loop on the ceiling. Tom protested but Martin ordered him to be quiet. Tom began struggling but Martin brought his knee up savagely between Tom's thick thighs, smashing into his dangling balls with sickening force. Tom howled pitifully and immediately stopped struggling, his ponderous gonads blazing with pain. He tried to double over but was held up by his restrained arms. Having subdued his large prey, Martin had no trouble tying each ankle to the metal loops on the ground.

He then stood back to admire the sight - his hulking, muscular older brother helplessly strung up by his powerful arms with each trunk-like leg tied down so that his legs were spread apart, his large, egg-sized, testicles dangling vulnerably in a long, pink, scrotum beneath a comparatively rather small cock.

"I got your iPod here, Tom. I'm gonna play some music for you, ok? See, I'm not that bad," Martin chuckled as he slapped on headphones and blasted music into Tom's ears. Now, Tom was blind and couldn't hear a single thing going on around him.

In a few minutes, Tom's youngest brother, 12-year-old Chad, came into the basement with three boys. Ever the enterprising one, Chad had befriended the three of them because they all had something in common - they were puny kids who were bullied by bigger boys but were rich. Chad and Martin offered to teach them how to fight off bigger boys for a hundred bucks per session. Sick of being victimized, the three readily agreed.

The boys were only about 4 feet tall and about 90 pounds. Their jaws fell open when they saw Tom's massive, naked, figure blindfolded and tied up.

"After we're done with you kids, you'll be able to take down overgrown oafs like our big brother here. He used to bully us but we found out how to beat him and make him our bitch. Now, he follows all our orders," Chad told the stunned boys.

"The first step is to get over your fear of the bigger boys. They're made of flesh and blood like you and can feel pain like you. I want you to go up to him and feel his body," Martin began.

The three boys timidly approached Tom. Although he was blindfolded and totally vulnerable, they were still subconsciously afraid of the massive, older teenager. They started by gently poking at his midsection. Tom flinched in surprise but after a while, he calmed down. The boys grew bolder, poking him harder and grabbing at his muscles but he wasn't very bothered.

"See? He feels just like you, doesn't he?" Chad smiled.

"The second thing you should understand that is that you are weaker than your bully and so, you must know how to make your attack count. Since you're weaker, you must know where your bully's weak spots are and you must know how to hit them hard. By concentrating your attack on his weak points, you will be able to beat him and avoid getting your ass kicked," Martin continued.

Chad then took out a wiffle bat and smacked each boy on the head.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No," each boy answered with a laugh.

"I want each of you to use that bat and hit Tom as hard as you can and cause him pain. Imagine he's your bully and you only had one chance to hit him and that you're so weak, your punches are like a wiffle bat," Martin ordered.

Andy was the first. He took a hard swing at Tom's midsection. A loud smack rang out as the bat hit his abdomen but Tom barely flinched. When it came to his turn, Paul hit Tom's barrel-like chest, which also hardly caused any reaction. Brandon tried a different tack and hit Tom's beefy butt and as expected, didn't cause any pain whatsoever.

"If he were your bully, you'd all would be pulverized by now," Martin laughed.

Chad took the bat, went up to the Tom's bulky, naked frame, reached between his legs and gently took hold of his overgrown genitals. Tom let out a whimper, anticipating abuse on his sensitive manhood.

"You see how the big boy gets all nervous when I have his privates in my hand?" Chad smiled.

"A man's dick and balls are sensitive. It can give him lots of pleasure or be the source of lots of pain," Martin chimed in.

"You see how his dick is getting harder and longer?" Chad asked as he let the fat, fleshy orbs roll about in their loose, almost transluscent scrotum. The boys watched Tom's member swell up and reached forward to feel the rigid organ.

"He likes us touching his cock, the sicko. When a man is turned on or gets horny, his dick gets hard like that. That's what you call a boner. Think of this as your biology class as well," Martin lectured with a grin.

"Although his cock is sensitive, it doesn't get hurt that easily. See?" Chad told them as he smacked Tom's erect cock repeatedly with the bat, making it bounce about comically. Tom yelped in surprise but didn't seem to be in much pain. In fact, his cock seemed to swell up even more.

Chad then grabbed hold of Tom's big bobbing balls, trapping them at the base of his long scrotum, and swung the bat hard. A loud meaty thwack rang out as the bat bashed Tom's squishy testicles and Tom immediately let out a howl of agony. Chad beat poor Tom's vulnerable nards three more times for effect, as the hulking teenager screamed and squirmed in anguish. His erection deflated as he desperately tugged against his restraints, trying to protect his injured jizz-tanks.

The boys' eyes grew wide in surprise as they saw how weak the massive, beefy male's gonads were and how much pain a wimpy wiffle bat could inflict on them. "You see, boys? All guys are very vulnerable right here - in the balls!" Chad proudly told them as he grabbed at Tom's aching balls roughly, drawing a loud whimper from the hunk.

"A punch to the face is pretty effective but as you can see, if your bully is much taller than you, it can be difficult. Besides, he will see your punch coming and may avoid it. The balls are conveniently located for any attack you can dish out," Martin told the visibly excited boys.

Chad then let the boys come up to feel Tom's overgrown nards. Each boy looked amazed as they handled the hefty, heavy organs, feeling how squishy they were and how they bobbed around. The horny, husky teenager responded to the ministrations on his genitals with another throbbing erection. As the boys continued to explore his oversized gonads, Tom began to emit little moans of pleasure.

"Why are his balls pulling upwards?" Paul inquired as he gently tugged at them.

"Uh oh. Get back!" Martin warned. It was too late. Tom let out a loud moan as his rigid cock began squirting copious amounts of white goo all over the place, including on Paul. His shirt covered in jizz, Paul yelled in disgust as he jumped back.

"Another biology lesson for you - a man's balls produces sperm, the stuff that makes babies. When he gets excited enough, it shoots out of his cock, and looks kinda like cream, as you can see," Martin explained to the visibly disgusted boys.

"Bad boy!" Chad scolded as he unleashed a kick that flew between Tom's legs and crashed into his big, bobbing balls which were exquisitely sensitive after his orgasm. Tom wailed pitifully, his climax utterly ruined by Chad's savage kick to his tender testicles.

"One of the most effective attacks you can learn is a kick to the nards. A hard kick to the balls is enough to stop any bully dead in his tracks and give you time to escape or, once you're better at fighting, give you the opportunity to beat his ass," Chad explained.

"It's pretty straightforward. You swing your leg forward so that the top of your foot smashes into the testicles. If you kick too far forward, the impact wouldn't be that much since your shin will hit his nuts and he may still be able to attack you. If you're too far away, you may miss. So the key is to be able to judge the distance between your foot and your bully's balls," Martin went on.

With music blaring in his ears, Tom couldn't hear a single thing - unaware of the world of pain that was coming his way. Paul stood in front of his bulky figure, channeled his anger at being jizzed on, took aim and swung his foot between his trunk-like legs, solidly smashing into Tom's low-hanging plums. Tom yowled in pain and tried to bring his legs together to protect his vulnerable, traumatized testicles but his restraints held him in place.
"Right on target!" Chad congratulated the beaming Paul.

Andy excitedly eyed his target, the large fleshy orbs bobbing between Tom's beefy thighs, then quickly launched a kick at the tender organs. His foot smacked into Tom's taint while the bottom part of his shin connected with his gonads. Tom let out a yell but didn't seem to be in as much pain as before. Before he could recover, Andy quickly re-oriented himself and launched another kick. His sneaker-clad foot sailed through the air and this time, connected solidly with their intended target - Tom's rapidly-swelling, aching sperm-makers. A hoarse cry of agony escaped from Tom's mouth, and tears began wetting his blindfold.

"Beautiful kick, Andy!" Martin announced.

Brandon could barely contain himself and ran right up to Tom and kicked but missed. Instead, he kicked Tom's semi-erect, dripping cock, causing it swing up and smack Tom's lower abdomen. Tom wailed in pain, his penis more sensitive right after his orgasm.

"Your aim was off. Tom's cock is sensitive after he came but if you miss like that, your bully could still fight on. Don't lose your focus, aim for his balls!" Chad told him.

Brandon took aim again, and unleashed his kick. His kick was so hard that a loud thwack rang out as his unforgiving foot collided with the hulking male's vulnerable, low-hanging, swollen, nerve-filled testicles. Tom's screamed, his voice many notches higher, as the awful anguish exploded from his groin and his entire beefy frame going limp, barely held up by his restraints.

"Ok, boys, I think our big brother can't take anymore today. Pussy!" Martin laughed as he gently cupped Tom's aching balls which were beginning to swell to the size of, and turn as red as, ripe apples.

"We'll let him rest and recover and we'll let you practice beating his big, useless balls in a week," Chad announced.

"Can we milk him?" Paul asked excitedly.

"What? Sure... why not?" Martin chuckled.

Poor Tom remained helplessly bound as the boys took turns playing with his painfully-erect cock which had turned an angry shade of purple. They mercilessly stroked the sobbing hunk's cock, and made him empty load after load. A small puddle of warm, male milk formed on the ground, mixing with the beefy hunk's sweat and tears. Finally, Tom dry-came, a pathetic little drop of liquid dribbling from his cock. That caused Tom pain he had never felt before, it was as though his aching, busted balls spasmed and tried to pull inside him. He screamed loudly in anguish as he bucked at his restraints.

"Ok, boys. Enough," Martin stopped the torture, feeling a twinge of pity for his big brother as he undid his restraints. Tom collapsed on the ground in the mess he made, making mewling animal noises as he weakly curled up in agony. His brothers and the boys left him there and only after an hour could the traumatized, hefty male begin to slowly crawl out of the basement.