Sunday, October 29, 2017

Poor Jobber







Nothing hotter than seeing sexy small-dicked jobber Marc Merino being put in his place

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Tom's Balbusting Adventures - Part 6 (The Party)

It was summer, and Tom had returned home from college. Before leaving for college, he was already built like a Mac truck but the 19 year old bodybuilder had managed to pack on more mass on his 7 foot frame, and was now weighing a massive 420 pounds. His brothers, Martin who was 17, and Chad who was 15, greeted their beefy brother happily.

Before he left for college, his much smaller siblings would torment Tom at home by busting his sizable, but inordinately sensitive balls. Tom was suspicious, his brothers were being too nice to him and hadn't even backhanded him in the groin since he returned home almost a week earlier. "Hey, Tom, I'd like to ask you for something," Chad asked with a smile, as his brother exited the shower wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

"What?" Tom asked, his hands moving subconsciously in front of his crotch.

"Relax, bro. I'm not going to bust your big puppies right now," Chad laughed.

"So what do you want?" Tom asked, eyeing his pint-sized brother cautiously.

"My classmate, Arnie is having a birthday party. He asked Martin and I to help organize some games and make the party a little more fun. We were hoping to get you to help us," Chad explained.

"What's in it for me?" Tom replied.

"Well, we're gonna get paid to do this. Arnie is fucking rich, his parents own a fucking mansion and his dad is in some oil business or whatever. Martin and I will give you 500 bucks," Chad promised.

"Not interested. I'm not a fucking birthday clown," Tom retorted as he turned and walked away.

"Come on! We need your help. You'd be the main attraction!" Chad pleaded, grabbing Tom by the wrist.

"Main attraction?! Fuck off and fuck no," Tom answered, as he easily shook off his tiny brother.

"Well... I don't think you have much of a choice, brother. Chad and I really need you to be part of this, and we can't take no for an answer. We promise to pay you and..." Martin added as he appeared around a doorway and stood in front of the hefty Tom.

"What if I refuse? You can't make me," Tom barked as he pushed Martin out of his way.

As Martin moved to the side, he deftly pulled on the towel perched precariously around the bodybuilder's waist, causing it to drop to the ground. Tom's oversized genitals flopped into view, and the large man exclaimed in surprise as he instinctively bent over to retrieve his towel. Chad smiled cruelly as his brother's fat pink testicles bulged out between his hamstrings. He immediately grabbed the fleshy orbs and began crushing the squishy organs in his hands.

"Oh fuck..." Tom cried out as he doubled over in shock and pain. His massive muscular legs became rubbery and drew him to the ground but his sadistic brother pulled on his aching balls to hold him up. He tried his best to avoid collapsing on the ground and having his fragile manhood ripped off.

"So, dear brother, what will it be? Will you help us with Arnie's birthday party or should Chad pop our left nut?" Martin asked, as Chad began digging the tips of his fingers into the nerve-filled fleshy globe in his left hand.

"Yesssss, I agreeeee! Don't break my nut please" Tom shrieked in agony. Chad let Tom's tortured testicles go and the naked hulking bodybuilder dropped to the ground, groaning loudly and nursing his genitals.

"Good. You'll get $500 and we promise not to hurt your big useless balls for 3 whole weeks," Chad said as he walked away with Martin, laughing.

"The party is in a week. I suggest you hit the gym, lift more, eat more, and gain at least 5 pounds before the party. We need you looking as big as possible, big brother," Martin added. What the pair didn't tell their brother was that Arnie was paying them $2000 for them to arrange an opportunity for him to bust Tom's balls. Arnie was a bit of a sadist and since finding about Tom's ponderous gonads, dreamed of an opportunity to inflict some serious pain on them.

Tom did as he was told, afraid that his brothers were crazy enough to pop one of his testicles if he didn't. Amazingly, he managed to pack on an additional 7 pounds to his already humongous frame by the time the party rolled around. Arnie's mansion was an impressive 12 bedroom structure, with an expansive yard. Arnie had managed to convince his parents that the party would be supervised by his 21 year old brother, Shane, and 19 year old Tom with help from his 17 year old brother, Chad. They agreed with Arnie's request, as long as he promised there would be no alcohol or drugs.

There were about 25 boys milling around the house when Tom and his brothers arrived, ranging from about 13 to 16 years of age. Eyeballs immediately fixed on the hulking Tom as he lumbered through the house.

"Hey, man, ready to keep these crazy kids under control?" Shane asked Tom and Martin. He was about 6 feet tall, blond, and had an amazingly taut gymnast's physique with a 1000-watt smile.

"Yeah, kinda, I guess," Tom mumbled, unsure of what fate lay in wait for him.

"Oh, my brother is gonna entertain them later," Martin chimed in cheerily.

"Awesome! Can't wait for the show!" Shane answered, as Tom eyed Martin suspiciously.

The party seemed kinda low-key with people just chatting, laughing and eating. About an hour and a half in, Martin led Tom to a restroom. He locked the door behind him, reached into a bag and pulled out a red jockstrap and a white wrestling singlet.

"Put that on," he ordered.

"What? Why?" Tom asked.

"Just do it. You agreed to this. Remember what will happen to your precious left nugget if you back out?" Martin replied as he menacingly swung his hand in the direction of Tom's crotch.

"Fine! I'll do it!" Tom squeaked as he flinched in fear.

Martin watched as his big brother stripped and struggled to get into the small jockstrap. It 
made his large butt look even bigger and could barely hold his sizable genitals in place. Stretching the pouch's fabric to its limits, the sides and bottom part of Tom's overgrown sack protruded from the edges.

"It's too tight," Tom whined.

"That's because your fucking pig testicles are too damn fat," Martin barked.

Tom then struggled into the singlet which fortunately, was made of lycra and could stretch quite a bit. His massive body practically stretched singlet to its limits, and left almost nothing to the imagination. He struck an impressive figure (even though he appeared a bit soft and flabby) with his 75 inch barrel-like chest, a 50 inch waist, 32 inch biceps, and 50 inch thighs.

"We're gonna have a little wrestling match in the yard. You're gonna be the big bad heel so I need you to pose and preen like a peacock to get the crowd going," Martin explained.

Tom stared at his figure in the mirror. He thought about how big he was and how well the singlet complimented his figure. He narcissistically admired his muscular beefy body and even how the shiny white lycra wrapped around each lemon-sized gonad.

"Heel? That means I get to beat someone up. Gonna enjoy that for sure," Tom mumbled to himself. Martin smiled in approval, that's the cocky attitude he wanted Tom to show.

Chad had led the rest of the party, except for Shane, to the huge yard where a make shift wrestling ring on an elevated platform had been set up. The boys sat around the ring as Chad entered it.

"Guys, the birthday boy asked me and Martin to arrange entertainment. After much thought, I thought, who doesn't like some wrestling?" Chad announced to cheers around the ring.

"I found a wrestler bigger than the Big Show, cockier than the Rock, and in need of an ass-kicking! Give it up for The Beast!" he announced to much cheers as Martin led the hefty Tom towards the ring. Tom thought the crowd was cheering for him, and began flexing and showing off almost immediately.

"Dumbass doesn't know what's in store for him," Martin chuckled to himself.

"He's 7 feet tall, and weighs almost 430 pounds! Who can possibly beat this giant?" Chad continued as Tom strode around the ring, proudly displaying his lycra-clad body.

"Any one of you can try to force The Beast out of the ring. He will not hit or tackle any of you but he is free to resist you. If you manage to, you'll get one wish that he will have to fulfil," Chad announced to the excited but clearly intimidated audience. 

Tom stood in the middle of the ring, his thick arms folded across his chest, looked contemptuously at the audience, and laughed, "These little shrimps stand no freaking chance!"

"Come on, guys! Prove that loud mouth wrong!" Chad called out.

A tall skinny 15 year old boy jumped up, peeling off his shirt, and flexing whatever muscles he had, drawing some laughter from the crowd. He stepped through the ropes in the ring and began pulling on Tom's brawny arm but the giant did not budge at all. After a frustrating number of attempts, he gave up and left the ring, his face and chest flushed from exertion. A slightly bigger built but shorter 16 year old boy jumped in the ring and tried to tackle the behemoth standing in the center, but failed to move him by an inch. Feeling cocky, Tom grabbed the surprised boy instead, and easily hoisted him up, stretched his screaming victim across his shoulders and began squatting with him as a weight. The crowd looked on in awe as Tom's trunk-like legs and massive glutes flexed and pumped up with the exercise. Tom eventually let the screaming kid off.

Two teenage boys, each about 5'6" and 130 lbs, decided to join forces against the unflinching gorilla of a man. One pulled Tom's arm and another pushed him from behind but their efforts were in vain. Tom shook one off his arm and used his fat glutes to bump the other away. Another two tried their luck by pulling on Tom's massive arms. The arrogant bodybuilder flexed his arms in a double biceps pose, and the two hapless teens were left dangling comically from each arm. Three teens then came in the ring and tried to push Tom out but failed. The burly teen laughed derisively, and grabbed at his ample package, as he easily resisted their efforts. A group of 5 boys then attempted to dislodge the mocking hulk of a man; it was an amusing sight - a kid grabbing on to each leg and arm, and one hanging off his waist on the back. Exhausted, almost all the teens in the audience had given up, except one.

"Come on, is that the best you little weaklings can do?" Tom roared as he began proudly flexing his pecs and lats.


"I haven't tried yet," Arnie called out.

"You?" Tom laughed loudly as the 5'3", 110 lb birthday boy entered the ring, wearing a pair of black running shorts and sneakers, and holding a 12 inch leather paddle.

"I want to wrestle him, and I want him to wrestle me. First to submit is the loser," Arnie told Chad.

"It's your birthday, you get whatever you want," Chad smiled.

"Wrestle me? I'd fucking crush your puny ass. Don't think I'm afraid of that little paddle you're waving around," Tom exclaimed.

"Not if I kick your big ass first, fat boy. I think you'll be crying for your mummy when I'm done with you!" Arnie shot back, fearlessly facing and staring down the mammoth bodybuilder four times his size.

Tom threw his head back laughing cockily. "Awww, birthday boy Awnie is a mouthy wittle wabbit," he taunted as he reached out and began ruffling the pint-sized teen's dirty blond hair.

"Look how cute and tiny, wittle Awnie is..." Tom continued. Arnie smiled as he eyed his target - the pair of lemon-sized, cum-laden, bulging testicles clearly outlined by the tight, thin lycra singlet hanging invitingly at the level of his upper chest. The bull's balls were so big that Arnie could make out the shape of each orb through the skimpy fabric. As Tom continued to clown around and condescendingly pat him on the head, Arnie drew his foot back and sent it flying through the air between the distracted bodybuilder's tree-like legs. A loud smack rang out as his size 10 sneaker collided with Tom's vulnerable, fragile gonads. The crowd gasped loudly and Tom's jaw fell open in complete shock but before the stunned hulk could protect himself, Arnie delivered another sickeningly accurate front kick to his bobbing balls.

The massive Tom doubled over in anguish, making weird mewling animal noises. His powerful legs turned to jelly and he slowly sank to his knees as nauseating pain blasted from his battered balls into his gut. The hefty teen sat on his haunches, groaning in distress, and clutching his aching manhood, as the crowd began cheering for Arnie. The tiny fighter smiled at the sight of his huge opponent, hugging himself and suffering the awful pain of getting kicked in his bulging balls.

"You're giving up already?" he taunted.

"Fuck you..." Tom croaked, his voice several octaves higher, as he staggered to his feet.

"Yeah, I don't want you to give up just yet, fat boy. I want to play with you a bit more first," Arnie snickered.

Trying to suppress the blazing pain in his male parts, Tom lumbered slowly towards his small opponent. He reached out a muscle-bound arm to grab him but Arnie ducked and emerged behind the bodybuilder to deliver a smack on his jiggly butt with the paddle. Tom yelped in surprise as he swung around to face Arnie but the nimble teen quickly ducked and popped up behind him to deliver another spank again. Tom growled as he swung back and forth, trying to grab hold of his tormentor but failed. The crowd roared in laughter as Arnie's continued to comically evade the clumsy bodybuilder and spank his ass with the paddle. This went on for almost 10 minutes, and Tom grew redder with exhaustion and frustration. Deciding to increase the behemoth's torment, instead of spanking his ample ass, Arnie took aim at the overgrown teen's heavy, bulging gonads. Tom screamed in pain and shock as Arnie delivered sharp slaps with the paddle to the very sensitive underside of his balls every time he ducked between the burly meathead's legs. He tried to ignore the waves of pain emanating from his tortured testicles as he attempted to capture his tiny tormentor who nimbly avoided the clumsy oaf's advances and continued to swat the husky bodybuilder's tender testicles.

Each blow landed on their squishy target with a sickening meaty smack that was audible to everyone, and the escalating pain radiating from his severely aching balls eventually took its toll. His stomach cramping from the sickening pain in his manhood, Tom gave up on trying to fight Arnie, and doubled over in the corner of the ring, clutching his throbbing aching gonads to alleviate the agony. Arnie then began spanking his hefty opponent's beefy ass instead, drawing more laughter from the crowd. Arnie's brother, Shane, watched the wrestling match from the upstairs window in shock. He never realized how good of a fighter his baby brother was and how easily he was dominating a far larger opponent. He felt his groin stir as he watched his pint-sized brother attack Tom's big boy balls.

Tom desperately wanted to redeem his pride. He threw himself at the surprised Arnie, hoping to take advantage of his greater mass and weight. Arnie and the crowd gasped in surprise as his mammoth body collided with Arnie's comparatively tiny frame, sending both of them to the grass. Tom and Arnie began struggling for the most advantageous position. Arnie, being a high school wrestler, was extremely nimble and within a few minutes he had maneuvered himself behind Tom. He wrapped his legs around Tom's head and neck quickly as the hapless bodybuilder continued to flounder about aimlessly. Arnie then began crushing Tom's thick neck and head between his unexpectedly powerful thighs, drawing groans of pain from the much larger male. Tom tried to pry Arnie's legs off but to the surprise of everyone, his brawny arms were no match for Arnie's thighs. Desperate to escape, Tom began kicking about, leaving his bulging balls vulnerable.

Always keen on attacking a bigger boy's weak spot, Arnie immediately plunged his hand into the leg opening of Tom's singlet and snaked below the skimpy jockstrap. Tom froze in horror at his predicament and tried to pull Arnie's hand away from his fragile manhood but it was too late. Arnie seized the terrorized bodybuilder's pendulous sack and immediately yanked it out of his singlet. Tom began squealing in panic as Arnie grabbed hold of his scrotum by its tapered neck, trapping his fat sperm-filled testicles at its base, and tugged the delicate organs towards him. Pain erupted from Tom's trapped gonads as Arnie stretched his fuzzy sack and his ball cords to breaking point. Arnie's friends fell silent in shock, both at how the small teen managed to dominate the far bigger man and at how ridiculously big Tom's balls were. Tom stopped struggling, afraid that his vicious opponent may rip his tender testicles off, and began making pitiful keening noises as Arnie crushed his head and neck with his thighs while tugging and yanking savagely on his oversized, sagging testicles.

Shane's jaw fell as he watched his sadistic younger brother dominate Tom. His 9 inch cock swelled up as his loins began humming with desire. He started stroking his throbbing boner with pleasure as he watched his brother inflict pain on the helpless bodybuilder's bloated balls. Using his legs, Arnie maneuvered the now sobbing bodybuilder on to his stomach, maintaining his grip on Tom's pink, fuzzy, pendulous ballsac. The beefy meathead was broken and had no fight left in him to resist any longer. Arnie then sat on Tom's lower back, and yanked the giant's floppy scrotum so far back it was literally flossing his ass crack. Tom howled in anguish as Arnie pulled and twisted his tenderized testicles for what seemed to be an eternity. His lower back arched as much as it could to try to relieve the tension ripping into his genitals but this only made his ass look larger than every and gave Arnie even greater access to his precious family jewels. With one hand strangling the life out of Tom's drooping ballsac, he grabbed his leather paddle with his other hand and began spanking the screaming bodybuilder. He spanked Tom's ample ass and trapped testicles with ferocious sadism - the blows rained down fast and hard targeting the wailing male's rump and badly-hurting balls. Tom's yelped and his entire body jerked every time the paddle slapped into his delicate danglers, and eventually the tormented bodybuilder began sobbing loudly but this only excited Arnie more.

Changing the method of punishment, Arnie then grasped one of the sobbing giant's squishy, swollen testicles in each hand. Tom snapped his thighs together in utter panic, but Arnie had pulled the floppy organs so far back that they were nestled between his bulky butt cheeks and easily accessible to the cruel teen.

"Time to squeeze some juice out of these lemons, boys!" Arnie called out cheekily as he began mashing Tom's fat meatballs in each hand. Tom's face froze in a mask of anguish as  waves of agony exploded from the millions of nerves that filled the rapidly-swelling, squishy male orbs. The crowd looked on in both awe and slight terror at how hard Arnie was crushing the much larger male's cum-laden testicles. His grip was so tight that meaty bubbles of testicular flesh bulged out between the gaps in his fingers, the criss-crossing veins popping into view beneath the thin flimsy scrotum. The pain grew so unbearable that tears began streaming down the hulking bodybuilder's pudgy face as strangled noises escaped his open mouth, the agony smothering out even his screams. Shane stroked his rock-hard boner harder as he watched the spectacle playing out in the yard - his baby brother sadistically emasculating a much bigger male.

Tom's let out a guttural groan as his whole body suddenly spasmed a few times as Arnie kneaded his swollen, traumatized testicles as if they were little lumps of dough, and then went limp shortly before the abused bodybuilder cried out in a squeaky high-pitched voice, "I give! Please stop! I give!"

Arnie released his death grip on the giant male's once-proud but now battered and bruised manhood as he raised his fists in triumph to the cheers of his friends. The vanquished Tom slowly curled into a fetal position to nurse his exposed and aching gonads. Not finished with his burly foe, he ordered Tom to lie on his back. The trembling, sobbing bodybuilder obeyed and a chorus of jeers and laughter rang out from the crowd. Arnie immediately spotted what was making them laugh - there was a large wet area on Tom's crotch.

"Fuck, did you piss yourself?" Arnie asked as he leaned in for a closer look.

"Oh fuck, the fat boy jizzed all over himself!" Arnie screamed in shock as he noticed the gooey whitish fluid staining Tom's singlet, and the unmistakable odor of semen hit him. Tom turned red in embarrassment.

"The Beast kinda enjoys boys playing with his balls," Martin explained, humiliating his big brother further. Shane could hear the conversation from his vantage point, and immediately blew his own load, immensely aroused by Tom's humiliation and masochism. He was shocked at how much he enjoyed watching a big man being emasculated and tormented. Shane had a girlfriend and never realized this aspect of his sexuality.

"Well, if The Beast enjoys his balls being played with, he will enjoy my request," smiled Arnie.

"Well, as the winner of the match, you certainly get a request that the loser must fulfil!" Chad replied.

"I want to reenact a movie scene with this big fat guy," Arnie announced with a sadistic smile as Tom groaned loudly in protest.

"What movie?" Chad inquired curiously.

"That James Bond movie where Daniel Craig is tied in a chair with his nuts hanging out underneath and the villain smacks them with a rope," Arnie answered. Tom whined miserably, hoping against hope for some mercy. Arnie headed to a shed and brought back a garden chair with vinyl straps as the seat. He cut out three straps in the center to create a gap.

"Take off your clothes and sit down," Arnie ordered the trembling and vanquished bodybuilder. Tom obeyed, praying that his compliance would elicit some pity. He peeled off his cum-stained singlet and jock. The crowd stared silently at the naked massive specimen of masculinity before them; tall, slightly flabby but impressively muscular with a pair of hefty low-hanging balls flopping about between his thick thighs. Tom was a spectacular specimen of masculinity except for one thing - his cock - a rather sorry 2.5 inches flaccid, which looked ridiculous in comparison to his oversized testicles and husky physique. He submissively sat in the chair in the middle of the ring,  wincing as he gingerly slipped his fat dangling gonads through the gap in the straps; it was a pretty snug fit and Tom tried his best not to traumatize his badly hurting sperm-makers. Arnie then tied Tom's bulging arms and barrel-like torso to the chair, preventing the giant from escaping.

Arnie chuckled as he inspected the setup, admiring how Tom's floppy balls bobbed so vulnerably under the chair, like a fuzzy pink pinata. The crowd had an unobstructed view of the tied naked bodybuilder with a pair of large low-hanging fruit hanging invitingly below him.

"I don't have a thick rope to whip your sorry balls, so this will have to do," Arnie announced as he slipped an apple into a long sock and swung it about menacingly. Tom whimpered in trepidation as Arnie began swinging the sock under his chair like a flail mace. The hard apple smacked into Tom's fat butt several times, drawing yelps from the bodybuilder but missing his vital organs.

"This is harder than I imagined. It's gonna take some practice, guys," Arnie told the crowd.

"We're gonna shout out the number of times you nail The Beast in the balls," Chad cheered, stirring up the crowd.

Arnie continued to circle Tom as he swung the apple at his bobbing balls. Suddenly, Tom screamed loudly as the hard apple collided with the hanging sack of tender testicular flesh with a meaty smack.

"ONE!" the crowd cried out, as Tom threw his head back and gritted his teeth in anguish.

Now that he knew exactly how to measure the distance of his strikes, Arnie unleashed a barrage of attacks. Again and again, the unforgiving apple smashed into Tom's unprotected, reddening, and increasingly swollen testicles; the humble apple felt like a battering ram every time it connected with the fragile, traumatized dangling orbs of flesh. "TWO! THREE! FOUR!.... TEN!" again and again Arnie's brutal swings connected with Tom's delicate cum-laden gonads with agonizing accuracy. Tom's overgrown balls swelled so much they were the same color and size as the apple that was colliding with them, but the fragile, nerve-rich, squishy organs were no match against the solid, hard fruit. Tom was reduced to a hyperventilating, crying mess, babbling incoherently and so hoarse that he could no longer scream. Despite the inhumane pain inflicted on his genitals, Tom's cock was soon hard again, the unimpressive appendage swelled up to its full 6 inches, much to the amusement of the audience.

After about 17 strikes to his bruised and bloated balls, Arnie grew bored and decided to stop, much to the wailing Tom's relief. Chad and Martin untied their sobbing brother from the chair, and tried to help him out of the ring, not out of goodness but because they had more plans for him. As Tom tried to stand up, he suddenly let out a blood-curdling shriek. His fat balls had swollen up so much that they were now trapped between the straps on the chair, and as Tom stood up the chair yanked his traumatized testicles downwards, sending another wave of pain searing through his body. Tom fell clumsily on his face with his big bloated balls trapping the chair against his ample butt. Tom cried desperately as he struggled to free his horribly aching balls from the straps of the chair but to no avail.

The crowd of boys laughed hysterically at the sight of an burly older teen comically struggling in pain with a garden chair stuck to his fat ass because his bloated genitals were entangled in the straps. Chad and Martin collapsed on the ground in the laughter at their big brother's predicament as well, unable and unwilling to help him. Tom whimpered pitifully as he tried his best to free his tangled swollen testicles from the chair straps; the boys eventually grew tired of laughing and went back to the house, leaving the struggling bodybuilder in the garden. Shane, watching from upstairs, had sprouted another erection as he watched Tom's balls being battered but felt a twinge of guilt and sympathy as he watched the tormented teen struggle helplessly with his gonads trapped in the chair. He went to the garden and knelt by the whining bodybuilder and saw how Tom's already sizable testicles had swollen to the size of grapefruits and gotten ensnared between the inflexible straps. The straps were also restricting blood flow to Tom's bruised battered manhood and caused the ponderous organs to become engorged and turn an angry shade of purple.

"Stay still, big guy. Let me get your boys free," Shane assured the sobbing bodybuilder as he carefully pulled the straps apart and freed Tom's fat fragile danglers.

"Thank you," Tom wheezed as he curled up in a fetal position, his husky body wracked with pain.

"Let me help you up," Shane offered. It was not easy but he managed to eventually help the behemoth to his feet. Tom's muscular legs were quivering like jello so much from the agonizing pain radiating from his abused balls that he was unable to walk properly and had to lean heavily on the smaller Shane for support. He limped slowly back towards the house, trying his best not to jostle his ultra-sensitive, aching low-hanging gonads but every step he took seemed to send fresh waves of pain from his bruised and battered ballsac. The boys laughed as they looked at the burly bodybuilder limping along, his bruised swollen balls bobbing between his huge legs about with each step.

"I think you've sterilized him, Arnie. I doubt he's gonna have kids after what you did to his nuggets," someone said.

"He's got such big fucking balls. That's probably why they were so sensitive," another chimed in.

"He practically gave up and began crying the moment you grabbed him by the nards," someone else added.

"It's ok if he's sterile. No woman would want to fuck a gorilla with a tiny dick and such weirdly big balls," another voice said.

"It was really satisfying, I'll have to admit. You literally own a man when you grab him by the balls, he's yours and you can do anything you want with him. Nothing better than seeing a big cocky man crying like a little boy when you have him by the balls," Arnie smiled.

"Did you enjoy it?" asked Chad.

"Of course! You did a great job. Nothing beats busting a pair of big useless balls. Best birthday ever!" Arnie laughed with a smile.

Shane helped the hurting hulk to the basement of the house.

"You ok?" Shane asked, standing in front of the big teen.

"My nuts, man... they hurt so fucking bad I wanna puke," Tom replied.

"They took quite a beating, dude. Let me check them. I'm a volunteer firefighter, man," Shane explained as he knelt in front of Tom.

"Handsome jock, great body, freaking rich, volunteer firefighter, fuck... what is it he doesn't have?" Tom thought to himself as Shane carefully inspected Tom's swollen,  bruised sac.

Shane was shocked at how heavy, huge, and low hanging Tom's testicles were, they reminded him of his uncle's prize bull's gonads. He was supposed to just inspect them but became so mesmerized and aroused that he kept slowly rolling and feeling up the bloated, squishy globes inside in their fuzzy pendulous pink sac. Tom winced with discomfort, since any contact with his tenderized testicles caused him pain but Shane's ministrations of his male parts was aroused him, and his cock soon swelled up to a full erection, inches from the jock's face.

"Sorry, dude," Tom apologized in embarrassment.

"Don't be," Shane answered, clearly sporting wood as well. Tom's eyes grew wide as he saw the massive bulge tenting Shane's khakis.

"I've... uh... never done anything with a guy before," Tom stammered.

"Neither have I," smiled Shane as he locked the door, and dropped his pants to reveal his throbbing 9 inch boner. Tom looked on in surprise and lust, horny but very confused.

Tom stood in front of Shane, dwarfing the jock, both men panting hard with desire.  Shane got behind Tom reached between his thick buttcheeks, and gently stroked the sensitive underside of the horny bodybuilder's sac, driving him crazy with lust. Tom leaned back and moaned softly in pleasure as Shane continued to stroke his balls tenderly while gently biting on Tom's ample glutes. After a few minutes, Tom began stroking his cock and in no time, let out a guttural groan as globs of cum shot from his pulsating cock.

"Wow. I've never seen anyone cum so much before," Shane exclaimed as he looked at the puddles of jizz on the floor.

He had Tom lie on the sofa table, and placed his throbbing meat cannon in front of Tom's face.

"Go on, big guy. You know you want it," Shane whispered with a smile.

Not needing any further prompting, Tom hungrily began sucking on the Adonis' cock.

"Fuck... You're a really good cock sucker," Shane said, hornily as he grabbed Tom's exquisitely sensitive balls and began squeezing them. Despite the pain, Tom continued to suck on Shane's pulsating dick.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh..." Shane moaned in pleasure as hot spunk squirted his load into Tom's mouth, his grip on Tom's delicate danglers involuntarily tightening as pleasure rocked his loins.

"Please stop squeezing my nuts, man... you're gonna pop them," Tom whimpered as he swallowed Shane's salty load.

"Sorry, dude. I got too excited. You're hung like a fucking bull. That's probably why you're so big and muscular," Shane admired.

Both men sat next to each other, basking in their post-orgasmic glow for a few minutes. Shane continued to gently play with Tom's oversized gonads. He couldn't seem to get enough of his hefty testicles.

"Lord, you're rampant!" Shane laughed as Tom's cock became erect again.

"I can't help it," Tom blushed.

"Must be all the testosterone pumping out of those magnificent nards. You seem to enjoy getting your big boy balls busted. If you ever need someone to discipline those massive sperm tanks, and want to have some fun, you should hit me up," Shane offered as he got dressed.

"I will," Tom promised, burning with lust despite the throbbing pain in his abused balls. Before leaving, Shane grabbed a large bag of frozen peas and told Tom to ice his aching traumatized testicles for some relief. Tom sat in the basement alone with the frozen peas moderately numbing the pain blazing from his balls and thinking of his erotic encounter with Shane. 

Arnie, Chad, and Martin walked into the basement after some time. Tom looked at them, petrified by fear.

"Don't worry, fat boy. I'm not gonna hurt your weak balls anymore. Looks like my brother took pity on you," Arnie said with a chuckle when he saw the thawed bag of peas resting on Tom's aching genitals.

"Get dressed. We're going home... unless you want to stay and let Arnie play with your sorry nards some more," Martin laughed.

"Jeez, I didn't think your cock could get be any smaller," Arnie exclaimed, pointing at Tom's tiny member which had shriveled to a sad 2 inches because of the frozen peas.

Tom's cheeks burned with embarrassment but he got dressed, thankful for his baggy shorts and tighty-whities which provided some support for his traumatized testicles without compressing them.

"Don't forget this. I don't want peas that smell of your nuts," Arnie called out as he tossed the thawed bag at Tom. It slipped from his hands and fell to the ground and as Tom bent over to retrieve it, Arnie spotted a tempting target outlined by the fabric of Tom's cotton shorts - two fat mounds dangling between his enormous butt cheeks. He leapt forward and swung a brutal uppercut towards his fragile, unprotected target.

A wave of nauseating pain immediately erupted into Tom's groin and gut as Arnie's small but powerful fist first drove Tom's heavy dangling testicles upwards and once they met his unyielding pelvis, flattening the round organs and burying itself in the soft squishy nerve-filled fleshy masses. Tom let out an agonized squawk as his knees buckled and he dropped to the ground like a ton of bricks, his face on the driveway and ass in the air. He bawled and writhed on the ground in utter agony in full view of all the neighbors as Arnie danced back into the house and locked the door.

"That was just cruel," Shane scolded him, trying his best to conceal the growing erection in his pants.

"Oh please. It was fun. You watched the whole thing and didn't stop me. I think you enjoyed it too," Arnie scoffed as Shane turned red.

"Touche," Shane replied, his boner growing harder as flashbacks of big bodybuilder's agony and suffering played in his mind.

Monday, June 26, 2017

Soccer ball meets man's balls



A ball to the balls and he's in a world of pain.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Quick End to a Match

Big husky man reduced to a crying mess after a solid kick to his gonads

Saturday, March 18, 2017

My Ballbusting Experiences - Part 2

The most intense and sexually arousing ballbusting memory I have occurred when I was 27. I was on a business trip to Madrid, and had been there for about 3 weeks. I hadn't been laid in over 3 months by that time, didn't have much time to even have a good jerk off, and by the time I was supposed to return to home, I was insanely horny, and in desperate need of release.

The evening before I was supposed to fly off, I flipped on Grindr, and decided to see who was up a quick fuck. Within 5 minutes, a handsome Spaniard with an amazingly ripped body hit me up.

"Hi. How are you?" I asked, not believing my luck.

"Good. How about you?" he replied. Wow, he speaks English too, I thought.

"I'm horny lol. Looking for some fun," I answered.

"Me too. So what are you into?"

"I'm a top, looking to fuck a cute Spanish man like yourself," I typed, sounding like a desperate idiot.

"That's interesting. Unfortunately, I'm a top too," he replied, making me groan in disappointment.

"Oh damn. That sucks. I was hoping that we could have some fun."

"I think we can. Are you really 6'7" and 300 lbs?" A spark of hope lit up in my heart (or maybe my groin)

"Yes I am. What are your stats, sexy?"

"5'3" 120 lbs, 21 years old"

"You have an amazing set of abs - that's not a six pack, that's like an 8 pack!" I was amazed at his lean physique.

"I find your build incredibly hot," he returned my compliment.

"Why don't you come over to my hotel room?" I invited, hoping to get lucky.

He agreed and I gave him the location. I put on a black tank and a pair of black briefs, and in 10 minutes, heard a knock at my door. I opened the door, and was stunned. He was unbelievably handsome - dark hair, intense green eyes, red pouty lips, chiseled jaw. He smiled and introduced himself as Marcelo.

"Please, come in," I stammered, utterly mesmerized by his beauty.

Marcelo put a back pack on the couch, looked at me from head to toe and smiled.

"Take off your top," he asked. I peeled it off, and Marcelo began running his hands over my arms, and trunk.

"Big soft muscles," he said as he squeezed my massive but rather flabby pectorals and guns.

"And a thick waist," he continued. lightly slapping my rather chunky gut.

"I haven't had time to hit the gym here," I replied, automatically flexing my chest as I suddenly became self-conscious of my big but somewhat soft physique.

"Don't be embarrassed. I find it sexy," Marcelo laughed.

I stood still, getting hornier by the minute, as this beautiful male specimen, a third of my size, continued to run his hands all over my body.

"Your arms are bigger than my head, and your legs are wider than my waist," he exclaimed as he

"Such a big, beautiful butt," he continued, slapping and grabbing my thick ass.

"Hey. Don't get any ideas," I replied, semi-jokingly.

"Wow. They're the size of really big chicken eggs!" Marcelo exclaimed as he began handling my balls through my briefs. The pleasure of having my fat balls caressed made me incredibly horny, and my cock was throbbingly erect.

Marcelo pulled my briefs down, as I stood there, letting the pint-sized Adonis have his way with my body. His eyes widened as my large, pink, hairless, low-hanging gonads flopped into view, gently swinging just below mid-thigh level.

"Fuck. I've never seen such big, heavy danglers!" he said, as he continued caressing my ample, cum-laden gonads. My rock hard cock was inches from his face, and I reached forwards and gently tried to guide his head towards my waiting cock. Marcelo pulled away, smiling.

"That's a cute cock," he giggled. I have always been a bit insecure and embarrassed of my cock. It was 5 inches when fully erect, and while that was a somewhat average size, it looked pitiful when compared to my oversized balls and hefty physique.

"Hey, it does its job," I protested, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"I've always found guys built like off-season bodybuilders very attractive, especially if they have little dicks but big beautiful balls like you. You're perfect," Marcelo purred, soothing my wounded ego somewhat. He took hold of my dangling testicles, and led me to the bed.

"Do you enjoy having these fat puppies played with?" he asked, stroking the underside of my nutsac.

"Uh huh," I nodded, half mad with lust.

He told me to lie on my stomach with my legs spread. As I obeyed, I felt Marcelo stroking my lower back, sending shivers of pleasure through my whole body. He then reached between my thick thighs and butt cheeks, letting his fingers tease my sensitive areas as gentle involuntary moans escaped my lips. Holding my pendulous scrotum in his hand to trap my sperm-filled balls in the base, he stretched them between my ass cheeks. I moaned in ecstasy as he began running his tongue on my sensitive testicles. My moans grew louder when he began sucking on each orb in turn.

He somehow managed to fit both of my sizable spunk-makers into his mouth, much to my amazement. He began sucking on them, and I was in heaven. As he began to suck harder and harder, my pleasure soon turned into pain. The suction applied to my delicate plums became so intense my genitals and lower abdomen throbbed with a deep aching pain.

"God... that's too hard, man," I croaked, but Marcelo ignored it and continued sucking as hard as he could on my hurting balls, making them feel as though they were going to burst out of my thin sac.

I grabbed a pillow to muffle my cries of pain, and began to buck my hips, and eventually he stopped sucking on them, much to my relief, but did not release his grip on my sore nards.

"You said you enjoyed having your balls played with, didn't you?" Marcelo asked cheekily as I curled up in agony, nursing my throbbing babymakers.

"I do, but that really hurt, dude," I protested, my voice several notches higher than usual.

"Let me play with your big beautiful balls some more, you sexy bull. I promise to stop when you ask me to, and I'll give you the most mind-blowing orgasm you ever had," Marcelo whispered seductively as he nibbled on my ear.

Confused by the mix of pain and pleasure, and horny for release, I nodded in agreement. Marcelo immediately straddled my lower back, reached behind him, and stretched my low-hanging balls as far up my ass crack as they would go, making me whine in pain.

He leaned forwards and began nibbling and biting on the back of my neck, driving me wild with pleasure but would intermittently tug on my vulnerable balls hard, sending jolts of pain that would pierce the haze of pleasure that enveloped my mind. After a few minutes, he ordered me to lie on my side. My balls remained trapped in his unforgiving grip between my ass-cheeks.

"That's one thick bubble butt. Each cheek is as big, white, and soft as a pillow I swear," Marcelo commented as he caressed my ass.

Lying behind me with my hefty but frail testicles firmly in his grasp, Marcelo leaned in and began sucking on my right nipple, sending incredible waves of pleasure that made me moan in ecstasy.

"I'm going to squeeze these fat balls, big guy. I want you to try to withstand the pain for as long as possible, you understand? Take the pain like a fucking man. Don't fucking puss out on me."

I nodded in trepidation. He grasped one bloated testicle in each hand, since both were too large for him to hold in one hand. He initially began by squeezing very gently, and my overgrown nards rolled about in his grip. It was more pleasurable than painful, and I kinda enjoyed it, but my pleasure was short-lived. His grip slowly increased in intensity, and my nuts no longer had any room to escape. Soon, a dull aching pain throbbed in my genitals as his fingers pressed my sensitive testicles into his palms. My moans turned into whimpers, but Marcelo continued to ramp up the pressure on my fragile organs. I could soon feel my round meatballs compressing into flat elliptical shapes in his unforgiving grip as dull aching pain turned into waves of agony. I squirmed and whimpered loudly but Marcelo pulled my traumatized testicles backwards to keep me in my place.

"Fuck.... my balls..." I groaned in anguish.

"You look like you're enjoying having your fat useless balls crushed, big guy. Your little cock is super hard," Marcelo whispered, as he began sucking my right nipple while squeezing my aching gonads even harder. Pleasure mixed with the nauseating pain emanating from my genitals, making me moan with both desire and agony. The pain eventually became too much for me, and I begged Marcelo to stop.

He let go of my tortured testicles, and I curled up on the bed, clutching my swollen balls delicately.

"Hurts so bad..." I whined.

"Come on. You can take it, big man," Marcelo soothed me, as he leaned in and began licking and biting on my neck and shoulders, making me shiver and moan with pleasure. The ecstasy soon made me forget the aching pain gnawing at my balls.

"Stand up in front of the mirror," Marcelo guided me to the large hall mirror by my pendulous balls.

We both looked at our reflection. Marcelo's fully-clothed figure was a quarter of the size of my massive, completely naked body, with my cock poking out in front like a spear and my red, swollen nards dangling low.

"Flex those guns," Marcelo ordered and I immediately assumed the double biceps pose, dwarfing Marcelo even more. He reached between my butt cheeks, grabbed hold of my bobbing balls, and yanked them backwards, trapping both meatballs in the bottom of my sac.

"Urkkk..." I groaned in pain.

"Keep flexing those biceps!" he commanded.

I obeyed everything the younger, smaller man ordered me to do, something in me enjoyed being dominated by an apparently weaker guy. Marcelo pulled my testicles as far back as they would stretch and I grunted in agony as I tried to keep flexing my overgrown arms.

"Let me show you how a big muscle bull like yourself can be controlled by one little finger," he told me as he waved his thumb around. He used one hand he kept my tormented testicles securely trapped at the bottom of my delicate scrotum, and then began pushing with his thumb at the small cleavage between my bloated balls. Unbelievable anguish erupted from my genitals as he began pushing harder with his thumb. In the mirror, I saw myself, a huge bodybuilder, doubled over in pain, with a petite alpha male exerting total control over me with only his thumb pressing on my oversized but weak balls.

"You like what you see, big boy? Do you see how a small man like me can control you so easily, just by hurting these weak, fat, useless balls?" Marcelo pointed out my obvious subjugation. Despite the sickening ache in my genitals and gut, I was intensely aroused by this. Marcelo decreased the pressure on my tenderized testicles and made me flex my lats but within a few minutes, reduced me into a doubled-over, whimpering mess by again digging his thumb into my bloated balls. I was alternating between flexing my muscles when commanded, and doubling over from the agony of Marcelo's thumb jabbing into the soft squishy flesh of my trapped nards for at least 20 minutes.

"Get on your knees," Marcelo commanded, as I complied, clutching my aching balls. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out a whopper of a cock. I couldn't believe how big it was - 10 inches long and as thick as a beer bottle. I stared speechless at the massive meat cannon, finding it almost impossible that such a small male could be packing a monster like that.

"Worship that big dick. You know you want it, muscle bitch," he said as he slapped my face with his humongous member, reminding me of how inadequate my own manhood was. The humiliation of sucking the pint-sized guy's horse-hung dick and knowing that my own cock was tiny despite my oversized, frame was intensely arousing for me. Up until that night, I was the dominant male in any sexual encounter because of my hulking build; Marcelo flipped the script on me, and completely dominated me instead, putting me in my place, and emasculating me by reminding me how underwhelming my cock was and how fragile my overgrown testicles were.

I tried my best to suck on his monster cock but I could barely get a quarter of it in my mouth. Nonetheless, Marcelo seemed to enjoy it, and I could taste the salty precum leaking into my hungry mouth. After a while, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face away from his saliva-covered cock.

"Kneel down in front of the bed. Body on the bed, and your butt off the edge of the bed," Marcelo directed me.

I did as he commanded and without warning, he grabbed my fat dangling balls roughly and tugged them backwards, making me gasp in shock and pain.

"Spread those cheeks, big boy!" Marcelo barked as he squeezed my aching testicles. I groaned in agony and immediately complied.

"Fuck. Look at that tight, pink hole!" he remarked. He continued to pull and twist my traumatized testicles as he began running his tongue in a circular motion around my virginal hole. I had never had my ass eaten and it felt absolutely amazing. I was delirious from the pleasure emanating from my ass, and the pain blazing in my tortured spunk-makers. I buried my face in the sheets to muffle my cries of both agony and ecstasy, as Marcelo continued to punish and pleasure my most sensitive parts.

Marcelo then told me to lie on my back on the edge of the bed. He stood between my legs as he peeled off his clothes, revealing his amazingly taut and shredded physique. My dick was throbbingly erect even though my balls were blazing with pain as I eyed the well-endowed Greek god standing between my legs.

"I wanna fuck that thick bubble butt, big boy," he told me, as he stroked his gigantic cock.

"But I'm a top," I protested, apprehensive about having my virginal ass penetrated.

"Shouldn't the top be the man with the bigger dick?" Marcelo replied rhetorically as he grabbed my hard but puny cock.

"I was made to be the alpha top, and you were made to be my sub. Your big soft muscles, useless jumbo balls, mini dick, and ample booty make you the perfect sub bottom," he continued, reminding me of my place.

While I was afraid of the pain of being fucked by Marcelo's monster dick, the thought of surrendering my masculinity to him was intensely erotic. He leaned forward, grabbed my pecs and began licking my nipples, driving me wild with pleasure, and asked me if he could fuck me and I mumbled, "yes, sir".

Marcelo slipped on a condom, and lubed my virginal hole well, then grabbed my trunk-like legs and hoisted them up against his body without any difficulty. He smiled at me as he began to slide his cock into me. An intense jolt of pain made me whimper but Marcelo gently guided his hard rod further inside me. The pain soon subsided and was replaced by the pleasure of his meat cannon rubbing against my prostate. I moaned in pleasure as Marcelo held my spread legs aloft and began thrusting hard. My pendulous balls bounced about every time Marcelo's pelvis slapped into mine, and would occasionally slip and get squished between Marcelo's pelvis and mine. I moaned uncontrollably from the aching pain in my gonads melding with the ecstatic sensation of Marcelo's dick inside me.

He pulled out and then told me to get on all fours, with my ass in the air and my face on the ground. I immediately obeyed, and realized how vulnerable my bobbing balls and thick ass were in this position.

Marcelo grabbed hold of my swinging low-hangers and used them as a leash, pulling my ass upwards and backwards, and keeping me in place as he continued pounding my butt. He maintained his vise-like grip on my traumatized testicles and used his other hand to slap my ass hard, while making remarks about how tight my big beefy butt was. The pain from the smacks made me automatically pull away but the jolt of agony from my crushed spunk-makers would bring me back to my place. I was delirious from the nauseating pain but amazing pleasure he was making me feel.

"I'm coming...." I croaked, as the wave of pleasure quickly erupted from my loins, but it was too late to stop it. My eyes rolled back as I let out a guttural groan as my body bucked from the utter ecstasy exploding from my swollen, sensitive balls. I almost blacked out from the intensity of my orgasm as I felt my hard cock spurting out glob after glob of male milk. I collapsed into a panting, quivering heap in the puddle of my own jizz, unable to make any muscle in my body react. The aching pain in my testicles spiked to unbearable levels as Marcelo continued to crush the life out of them.

"Please... stop... you're killing me..." I begged, my voice several octaves higher than normal.

"I just wanted to make sure these big fat balls are empty, sexy. I want you to unload every drop of cum you've stored up in these overgrown testicles" he answered, as he pulled his massive meat cannon from my ass. I curled up in a fetal position, nursing my tenderized testicles. I tried to feel for any permanent damage; my abused gonads were swollen and extra squishy.

Marcelo whipped off his condom, stood over my curled up body, and as I gazed up at his taut physique, stroked his cock and moaned as ropes of warm spunk rocketed from the monster dick and landed all over my prostrate figure. As the final drops of cum dripped from his cock, he knelt over my face.

"Lick it clean," he commanded, as I meekly licked and sucked very last drop of jizz from his throbbing boner. The endorphin high of my orgasm slowly subsided, replaced by the nauseating ache radiating from my battered balls into my gut. I groaned as I cradled by bruised and swollen nards in my hands, and curled up into a ball on the ground.

I could hear Marcelo showering and cleaning up in the bathroom as I lay there in agony. Eventually, the sickening pain in my boy parts was tolerable enough that I could gingerly crawl towards the restroom as Marcelo was exiting.

"Go wash up, sub. I have a special present for you when you're done," he told me.

I managed to stagger to my feet and looked at myself in the mirror. There I was, a big husky bodybuilder covered in jizz, with my once-proud dangling balls swollen to the size of lemons and a bright shade of red. I had been completely dominated physically, mentally and sexually by a younger, smaller male, and for some reason, intensely aroused by it.

I turned the shower on as I contemplated the confusing but incredibly erotic evening, and let the cold water soothe and numb my aching genitals and ass. Eventually, I toweled off and noticed that the cold water had shrunk my already unimpressive cock to even more pathetic dimensions. I walked slowly out of the bathroom, careful not to jostle my sensitive gonads against my thick thighs.

"Look at that huge body, fat balls, and micro dick!" Marcelo remarked as he saw me. Somewhat embarrassed, I automatically covered my shriveled member with my hand.

"I want you to have this, sub. I think you've earned the privilege," he announced as he pulled a pink thong out of his backpack. It had a thin waistband, an almost non-existent floss to cover my ass-crack, and a tiny pouch in the front. I obediently slipped it on, and found that it barely covered my ponderous genitals.

"That pouch is not for your balls, sub. It's to cover that small dick and leave those big balls exposed for me to play with," he told me. I adjusted the pouch so that my low-hanging, overgrown plums flopped out and only my undersized cock was sheathed.

"Good boy! Now come to bed and cuddle with your master," he invited. As I crawled into bed with Marcelo, he made me lie on my side as the "little spoon" since he was the alpha. The only comfortable position I could find for my exquisitely tender testicles was to tuck them between my meaty thighs in such a way that they were nestled between my ass cheeks.

"You're perfect, sub. You know how to display those big useless bull balls between those fat ass cheeks for your master!" Marcelo said as he began nibbling on my neck and shoulders, his humongous cock pressing against my bloated sperm-tanks and butt. Being at the mercy of a pint-sized alpha male was unbelievably erotic, and before I knew it, I was gently grinding my meaty ass cheeks against Marcelo's throbbing boner.

"Teasing me, sub? You sure you want me to abuse these overgrown plums again?" he asked as he used his big hard tool to smack into my aching balls. I whimpered as loud meaty thwacks rang out every time his rod smashed into the squishy, swollen orbs trapped between my ass-cheeks, sending jolts of sickening pain into my core.

"You see how weak your manhood is? See how powerful my manhood is?" he whispered into my ear as he rained down ever harder dick-slaps onto my tenderized testicles. I bit the pillow in anguish, trying my best to take the punishment Marcelo was inflicting on my fragile gonads. Marcelo finally stopped when I began sobbing softly in pain.

"Did it hurt really bad?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Why didn't you ask me to stop?" he asked as he tenderly kissed my pecs.

"I didn't want to disappoint you, sir. I wanted to take all your punishment," I whimpered meekly.

"Good sub," he praised me as we began kissing passionately. I soon forgot the agonizing pain blazing in my abused balls as we made out. I grabbed Marcelo and climbed on top of him as I hornily rubbed my boner against his pelvis. The sharp pain of my traumatized testicles being crushed and twisted stopped me dead in my tracks, and I groaned in anguish as I dropped on my side.

"I will be on top, sub. Don't forget your place," Marcelo reminded me, as he let go of my battered balls. He climbed on my chest and stared down into my eyes; I noticed how small he looked perched atop my barrel-like chest but I was completely dominated by him. His huge dick was hard as a rock again. My lips immediately parted and I began sucking on his massive member. Marcelo grabbed my hair and moved my head rhythmically as he leaned his head back in pleasure.

He pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth, and then lay beside me in the 69 position. I hungrily slobbered over his waiting cock again. Marcelo used one hand to grab hold of my floppy testicles to restrain them, and began punching them with the other. I squealed every time his fist slammed into the squishy, nerve-rich orbs with a meaty smack but his large dick muffled my cries. I saw stars from the intense pain exploding from my battered balls and I was close to begging him to stop when a gush of warm, salty spunk burst into my throat making me gag and choke.

"Swallow every drop, sub!" Marcelo commanded, as he began mashing my tortured spuds hard to remind me not to spit his jizz out. I choked down every drop and then obediently licked his dick clean as Marcelo gently rolled my aching testicles in his hands.

"They've doubled in size, sub. They were the size of chicken eggs when I first played with them, and now they look like apples, all swollen and red," he said, admiring his handiwork.

"Thank you, sir," I whimpered.

"Look at that little popsicle, straining hard at your pink thong but not even big enough to peek out," he continued, smacking my erect, but undersized, dick about.

"I need to leave, sub. It was a pleasure playing with your big useless balls and tiny cock," he whispered in my ear as he kissed me.

I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching and feeling my very swollen and squishy gonads for any permanent damage as Marcelo got dressed.

"Face down, ass up!" he ordered as I hastily got into position, my testicles screaming with pain every time they smacked against my muscular legs.

"Do you want to cum before I leave?" he asked. I nodded, mad with lust despite my agony.

"Then play with your little nub in that position, big boy,"

I immediately started stroking my throbbingly erect dick, and within a minute, I felt that familiar wave of pleasure churning in my balls.

"I'm gonna cum, sir," I moaned.

As the first spurts of male milk shot out and pleasure rocked my loins, I felt Marcelo's unforgiving boot slam into my large flopping balls with a sickeningly loud thwack.

I screamed in anguish, my orgasm utterly ruined, as I collapsed to the ground in paralyzing agony. I desperately grabbed at my shattered manhood, and could feel the goo dripping continuously from my now flaccid cock. I curled up into a fetal position, making weird animal noises, and felt my body spasming from horrible aching pain erupting from my traumatized testicles.

Marcelo knelt beside me, and I felt his hand plunge between my butt cheeks and grab hold of my brusied and battered balls. I squealed as he began crushing my tenderized testicles by pressing them against the floor.

"No no no... please stop! Don't break my balls, please!" I pleaded in a high-pitched, mewling voice.

"I want you to always remember how I turned you into a big submissive bottom, and how I bitched you by your fat worthless balls. I want you to always remember who made you realize you have a micro dick that doesn't deserve to fuck anyone. I want you to remember your useless manhood is only good for alpha males like me to abuse for our pleasure," Marcelo told me as he released my horribly aching genitals, and smacked my thick ass before leaving my room, leaving me to wallow in my agony and spunk.