Thursday, December 27, 2018

Thursday, December 20, 2018

New Site

Since those idiots at Tumblr decided to delete all "porno" and kill it, I moved over to a new site:

I will move all the hot ballbusting pics and vids over there.

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Friday, November 16, 2018

No Nut November

Chase was the splitting image of Rob Gronkowski. It was uncanny. He was a muscular 6'6", 250 lbs, and had the same handsome goofy looks as the football tight-end. People often mistook him for Gronk, and Chase played up the image as much as possible, even going so far as to get the same hair cut and imitating the same mannerisms. He often boasted about how many girls he managed to seduce by pretending that he was Gronk.

As a joke, he decided to make a deal with his pals to observe No Nut November. The friends agreed that they would not jerk off or have sex for the entire month. Chase had a volcano libido, and if he didn't manage to hook up to get his rocks off, the oversexed jock had to jack off twice a day. He was proud of his turbo-charged libido and impressive manhood. He told all who knew him that he was so horny all the time because his fat balls produced too much spunk and testosterone. The exhibitionist wasn't shy about showing off his ample package, and would free-ball, wear really skimpy shorts, or even go nude whenever he had the chance to show off his low-hanging, chicken egg-sized testicles and thick cock.

Only two weeks into the month, Chase regretted his decision to agree to No Nut November. His oversized testicles were brimming with cum, and felt larger and firmer than usual. He was half-mad with lust and badly wanted to empty his sac but his friends reminded him about the deal, and Chase reluctantly agreed to continue denying his desires, channeling his energy into partying instead. Maybe beer could help control the maddening need to cum.

One drunken Friday night, he staggered into his room-mate's bed completely shit-faced at about 4 am. Devin was startled awake as his loud naked room-mate crawled into bed next to him. Devin was the complete opposite of Chase - he was 5'4", skinny, shy and a bit nerdy but had an adorable, cherubic face. He had a crush on his handsome room-mate, and Chase's exhibitionist tendencies only inflamed Devin's lust. He had a slightly sadistic streak, and always harbored a secret desire to bust the hunk's big bulging balls but held back to avoid any awkwardness between the two of them. Chase snored as he lay still, his legs spread invitingly. Devin stared longingly at his muscular body, his eyes slowly drifting towards the beefcake's overgrown genitals. He shook him to awaken him but the big jock was so intoxicated that he continued to slumber. Sure that Chase was so drunk he wouldn't remember a thing, Devin's hands began exploring his lean, muscled frame.

Chase snored softly, oblivious to what was going on. Devin's hand moved towards Chase's limp cock and as he gently stroked the fat pink sausage, it swelled into an impressive 9 inch, throbbing boner. Little moans began punctuating Chase's snoring as Devin manipulated his hard cock. A little stream of precum began leaking from the tip and Devin stopped stroking it, not wanting to make Chase cum... yet.

Devin cupped Chase's big bobbing balls, admiring the heft and size of the organs that he had been fantasizing about for so long. They were impressively heavy, firm, and were just slightly bigger than extra-large chicken eggs, contained in long, pink, fuzzy, delicate scrotum. Chase's breathing grew heavier from the pleasure of Devin's soft hands playing with his sensitive manhood. Devin rolled the enormous meaty organs in his hands, mesmerized at how they ascended and descended with every breath the drunk male took.

Devin's own dick was as hard as a rock now. A dark lust came over him as he began squeezing the fat, cum-laden testicles. With one large delicate meatball firmly locked in each hand, Devin began applying pressure, slowly at first and then ramping up the force of his grip. The little moans of pleasure Chase made stopped and as Devin continued crushing his fragile gonads, he began emitting groans of pain and discomfort. He had had so much alcohol that he was still unconscious. His muscled body twitched as he groaned incoherently from the sickening pain generated from his abused testicles. Devin grew hornier as he squeezed his dream guy's plump balls, feeling the squishy flesh compressing between his fingers.

After about 10 minutes, Devin grabbed both bulging balls in his hands and pressed them together,  trying to see which testicle would be the stronger, firmer one. Chase's unconscious face contorted into a mask of agony as his frail balls compressed into oblong shapes against each other. His tormentor smiled as he continued to squish the bulging organs together harder and harder, until the little green veins that snaked under the translucent skin of his scrotum became engorged and resembled fat worms.

"Fuck.... my balls.... my fucking big balls... " Chase whimpered, the awful pain from his battered balls cutting through the haze of drunkenness. Devin withdrew his hands, and quickly slipped under his bed, as the jock began to stir.

"Hurts so fucking bad..." he mumbled as he groggily woke up and clutched his aching balls as he hunched over with his legs off the edge of the bed. Devin remained silent under the bed, afraid of being discovered.

Chase sat on the edge of the bed, still very groggy and muttering to himself incoherently. He began stretching his arms and yawning, forgetting about his traumatized testicles which were now dangling vulnerably off the edge of bed in full view of the very horny Devin. The dark sadistic lust came over him again as he watched the fat, fleshy organs swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Devin cocked his fist back and fired it at Chase's droopy balls. Loud meaty thwacks rang out as his knuckles smashed into the soft, fragile organs.... once.... twice... thrice.

"Urkkkkkk...." came the guttural groan of anguish as Chase slumped off the edge of the bed, clutching his shattered manhood.

He was on his face, his tight bubble butt in the air with his hands cupping his damaged genitals, making animal-like noises. Still hiding under the bed, Devin now had a beautiful view of Chase's pink, furry ass hole and his swollen bull balls, and was so turned on, he felt his briefs soaking in precum.

Chase moved his hand to his lower abdomen where the nauseating agony from his bruised balls seemed to burn and rocked his hips from side to side in an attempt to relieve the pain. This only made his low-hanging testicles schlosh from side to side. Devin was mad with desire and could no longer contain himself. He reached out and grabbed Chase's pendulous scrotum, trapping the bloated organs at the base.

"My balls... my balls..." Chase whined drunkenly as Devin tugged on his delicate manhood. The big jock was so intoxicated that he only knew that his manhood was in awful pain but couldn't do much to protect it.

Chase's whines turned into high-pitched squeals as Devin began punching the trapped orbs. Sickening smacks pierced the quietness of night as Devin's small but unforgiving fist collided with the nerve-filled, cum-laden fleshy organs. Chase's ripped, muscular body eventually went limp from the agonizing pain, and he slumped face down on the floor, drooling and making little mewling noises.

Devin emerged from under the bed, feeling slightly guilty at inflicting so much pain and damage on his crush's once-proud manhood. He dragged the half-conscious jock back to his own bed, and lay him on his back with his legs spread wide.

"Fuck..." Devin whispered, gently inspecting Chase's traumatized testicles, which were now as big and red as ripe apples. Feeling incredibly horny, Devin decided to give his drunk room-mate a little gift as an apology for abusing his manhood. He gently sucked on Chase's limp cock, and as his tongue worked its sensitive head, the fat pink sausage swelled up proudly. Devin continued to hungrily suck on Chase's large member while he tenderly stroked the underside of his distended, inflamed testicles.

Within a few seconds, the unconscious hunk let out a deep groan as his hips began to buck uncontrollably. Devin pulled back just in time. A stream of greyish goo squirted out of Chase's hard cock all over his abs, pubes, thighs, and bed. Two weeks worth of backed-up spunk sprayed out like a geyser. Still unconscious, Chase's face was the picture of ecstasy and sweet release. Devin dropped his briefs, which had a large wet patch in front, and stroked his own impressive boner. In no time, it was his turn to groan in orgasmic pleasure as he ejaculated over Chase's bloated, swollen balls. He slipped back to his room, leaving the unconscious Gronk-lookalike almost completely covered in jizz.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Brotherly Love - Part 2

Tyler had humiliated his stepbrother and former bully after discovering how vulnerable the big oaf's overgrown gonads were. As Josh sat in his tightie-whities icing his swollen manhood in the basement, the beefy bodybuilder could not believe how the pint-sized teen gymnast had made him look like such a fool. The 6'7", 350 lb bodybuilder gingerly inspected his traumatized testicles, which were swollen to the size of avocados and ached with every step he took. He groaned deeply as even gently handling his battered balls caused the throbbing ache from his fragile manhood to spike.

"Oh, Josh..." Tyler's called out in a teasing sing-song manner.

"What?" the gruff reply came.

"When I call you, I expect you to reply politely. I would like you to say 'yes, sir' when I call you. Is that understood?" Tyler scolded playfully as he stood in front of his hulking stepbrother.

"Fuck off!" Josh barked angrily.

"Now, now. That's no way to speak to your brother, especially after he kicked your fat ass and you agreed to do as he says," Tyler reprimanded.

"Fuck off, you fucking little prick," Josh answered. He wanted to jump off the sofa and smack the mouthy teen but reminded himself that jostling his aching balls would only make them hurt more.

"Little prick? I think that's what's hanging between your legs, brother. I remember quite clearly how tiny it was," the gymnast taunted, as he made a gesture with his index finger and thumb to emphasize how underwhelming the bodybuilder's cock was, which only aggravated the short-tempered bull further.

"I am gonna fucking tear you apart if you don't fucking get the fuck away from me," Josh growled.

"If you don't stop cussing, I'm gonna have to spank you, you potty mouth," Tyler answered.

"FUCK OFF!" Josh yelled as he threw a porn magazine at the petite gymnast. Tyler dodged the projectile easily and picked it up.

"Your porn, bro? So these are the big breasted blonds you fantasize about," he said, thumbing through the pages.

"You'll never get a girl like this, dude. Your cock is too small. One look at that tiny thing and girls will laugh," he continued as Josh's rage grew.

"You know, I've realized something. You fat boys usually have big balls but little cocks. I really cannot understand why. You'd think that big nards would mean a big cock, but you've got huge balls but a sad little dick. I've seen much bigger dicks in my high school locker room. In fact, you're a grown man but you've got the smallest cock ever," Tyler knew that Josh was extremely insecure about the size of his penis and watched his face turn crimson with rage.

"You're the biggest man with the fattest balls that I know, but you have the tiniest nub I've seen in my life," the cheeky gymnast went on.

Ignoring the soreness in his genitals and blind with rage, the burly man launched himself off the sofa to attack the pesky teen standing about 8 feet from him. With one hand cradling his oversized testicles to protect them, he swung about with the other arm to strike his annoying stepbrother. Tyler easily avoided the clumsy oaf's blows. He picked up the magazine that Josh had hurled at him earlier, rolled it up, and waved it at the furious gorilla of a man who was trying to kill him.

"If you don't behave, I'm gonna have to smack you, fat boy," Tyler warned.

Josh smirked, as if a rolled-up magazine could hurt a big man like himself. He continued to try to hit the agile teen, who effortlessly ducked and weaved out of the way.

Deciding that it was time to go on the offensive, Tyler used the apparently innocuous rolled-up magazine to smack the rampaging bodybuilder's face as he avoided his awkward strikes. The sharp pain from the magazine smacking his sensitive nose made his eyes water and slowed his attack, as the burly man had to also try to prevent his lightning-quick tormentor's counter-attack.

Josh's already clumsy blows became even slower as his vision became blurred from the tears in his eyes but he still kept one hand over his genitals, protecting his fragile organs. Tyler dove between his massive legs, and as he emerged behind the ponderous bodybuilder, he poked two fingers between his thick ass-cheeks, aiming for his asshole. Josh yelped in shock and literally jumped at the unexpected attack, feeling utterly violated.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FAG!!" the raging bull roared in fury, utterly consumed with rage and intent on killing the laughing Tyler. He lifted both muscular arms, and lunged at the petite teen, forgetting about protecting his vulnerable manhood.

"Target acquired!" Tyler smiled, his attention drawn to the lumbering giant's bulging balls, bobbing around and barely contained by the flimsy fabric of his white briefs.

The pint-sized, athletic gymnast waited until the hulking bodybuilder was almost on top of him. Josh growled as he tried to grab hold of Tyler, intent on strangling his stepbrother. Using the behemoth's momentum against him, Tyler quickly grabbed Josh's wrists, pulled him forwards and downwards, and as the surprised bodybuilder found himself falling to the ground face-first, the agile teen landed on his back and kicked both legs towards Josh's groin.

Josh yelped in pain as Tyler's feet crunched into his delicate dangling testicles and began mashing them against his own pelvis as the unbelievably strong gymnast hoisted the huge man upwards. Tyler's powerful legs rocked the screaming man back and forth, smushing his ample balls between his feet and the bodybuilder's pelvis, and after building up enough kinetic energy, propelled the giant head-first tumbling across the basement floor.

Stunned by Tyler's judo move and the pain from multiple body parts, Josh lay motionless on his side as he tried to formulate a reaction. Not allowing his burly opponent any respite, Tyler took aim at the pair of oversized meatballs bulging invitingly between his immense hamstrings. His foot sailed silently through the air and collided with the fragile organs with a sickening thwack. The bodybuilder squealed in agony as he folded up like a pretzel, hugging himself to protect his battered balls from further assault.

"Get your fat ass to the kitchen when you're done nursing those big sorry balls. There are chores you need to do," Tyler commanded, leaving the miserable Josh to wallow in his anguish.

After about half an hour, the huge man managed to stagger to his feet and very gingerly made his way out of the basement. He wanted to get another bag of frozen peas to soothe his sore genitals, and had no intention to do any chores.

"About time," Tyler smiled as he noticed his stepbrother's massive frame emerging from the basement.

"Wash the dishes, then dust the shelves and clean the kitchen counter," the petite gymnast ordered.

"Fuck you," the angry bodybuilder mumbled as he slowly lumbered to the kitchen, retrieved his frozen peas, and headed back towards the basement.

Back in his man-cave, Josh dropped his briefs and inspected his busted balls which were swollen to the size of large avocados now,  hanging lower than ever, and glowing a bright shade of red. He groaned deeply as he sat on the couch and placed the cold bag over his aching testicles. He closed his eyes as he felt the awful pain dissipate as the cold numbed the billions of nerve endings in his spunk-filled boys.

"You didn't do your chores, fat boy. I'm gonna spank you now," Tyler's voice pierced the haze of pain Josh was in.

"Get out! Fucking leave me alone, you little shit" Josh replied.

"Rude and lazy. You really are asking for an ass whooping," Tyler shook his head in response.

Josh stood up slowly, his mammoth frame towering over the teen, who stared back, not the slightest bit afraid.

"I'm in no mood to fuck around with you today, fag. If you don't leave me alone, I will fucking kill you," Josh hissed menacingly, poking a finger at Tyler's chest.

"What happened to your dick, dude?" Tyler laughed loudly, pointing at the giant's groin. The frozen peas soothed his battered balls but had also caused his already small penis to shrivel up. It was barely visible beneath the thick dark bush of pubes.

"Did I do that to your soo-wee big boy balls?" Tyler continued in a mocking child-like voice, as he inspected the low-hanging, swollen, and very red balls between Josh's legs.

Josh snapped. He lunged at the petite gymnast, who ducked and avoided his attack. Blinded by murderous fury, Josh chased his stepbrother around the basement. Tyler dodged and weaved around furniture, always managing to stay out of reach of the rampaging bull elephant pursuing him. He quickly slipped under the heavy king-sized bed, and the blundering bodybuilder dove under the bed after him. Josh's beefy muscular body got stuck beneath it, as Tyler easily escaped from the other side of the bed.

The nimble athlete leaped on top of the bed, and saw how vulnerable his former bully was. Josh's lower body was in the open, his legs spread temptingly as the beefy bodybuilder tried to wiggle out from under the bed. Taking full advantage of his stepbrother's precarious situation, Tyler jumped off the bed and landed his bony butt on Josh's lower back, knocking the wind out of him. His hand plunged between the large ass-cheeks and seized hold of the bodybuilder's fat, cum-laden testicles.

The panic-stricken behemoth struggled to free his delicate danglers from Tyler's grip. Trapped beneath the heavy bed, his upper body could not move much and his humongous legs thrashed about wildly. The flailing was futile. Tyler's powerful grip, built over years of gymnastics, was locked around Josh's fuzzy, pendulous scrotum. Each overgrown testicle was much larger than Tyler's small hand but because he gripped the long, thin sac, he effectively trapped Josh's plump gonads at the bottom of the sack. It was like he was strangling Josh's plump balls.

Tyler yanked the terrorized bodybuilder's bloated balls upwards and towards himself, drawing a howl of agony. Josh arched his back as far as he could, making his big ass look even larger, to try to relieve the pressure on his sensitive gonads and flimsy ballcords. The sadistic gymnast maintained the painful tension on his former bully's manhood, stretching the delicate dangling testicles to their limit and flossing the huge man's ass-crack with his own scrotum as Josh began screaming frantically.

"Time for your spanking, fat boy!" Tyler announced as he began slapping Josh's ample ass  cheeks alternately. The bodybuilder barely responded to the spanking, too consumed by the awful pain exploding from his traumatized testicles.

Tyler admired his bright crimson palm prints on Josh's pale, pasty butt. Deciding to torment his captive stepbrother even more, the teen began slapping his trapped testicles instead.

Josh's screams turned into hoarse cries of anguish as Tyler smacked his bruised and battered balls.

"Left! Right! Left! Right" Tyler called out, as he struck each nerve-filled, cum-laden, and rapidly-swelling organ in turn.

The bodybuilder's struggling and cries grew weaker as the inhumane pain paralyzed his brain. After about 10 minutes of torture, Tyler noticed that his stepbrother's brawny frame was covered in sweat and feebly twitching and he was making incoherent animal noises.

Feeling a twinge of mercy, Tyler released the extra-squishy meatballs, which were now a maroon hue, and distended to the size of oranges. He lifted the bed off the trapped bodybuilder, who was so weakened by the nauseating agony that he could barely move. Tyler kicked his enormous body to roll him over and away from the bed.

"Oh what do we have here? Did you jizz all over the carpet?!" Tyler laughed, pointing at a large sticky wet patch on the carpet where Josh's groin had been, and at the sobbing bodybuilder's spunk-matted pubes. The pain afflicted on his sensitive, fragile gonads somehow made the big man empty his load.

"From now on, your name is Tiny because of your small dick," Tyler said, poking his toe at Josh's limp, 2-inch penis.

"Do you understand me?" he continued, grabbing the sobbing giant's bruised and battered balls to drive home his point.

"Yes! Yes! Please stop hurting my balls. I can't take anymore," Josh whimpered pitifully.

"What's your name?" Tyler barked, squeezing the terrified bodybuilder's tenderized testicles.

"TINY!" Josh immediately answered, his face contorted with anguish.

Tyler released his stepbrother's abused balls, grabbed him by the hair, and told him, "Get your fat ass up, go clean the rug and then clean yourself up."

Sobbing softly, the massive man dragged himself across the floor slowly, cupping his badly-aching balls tenderly to avoid jostling them. He obediently cleaned up the puddle of his jizz from the rug, and went into the shower. He turned the cold water on, allowing it to soothe the throbbing pain in his genitals.

Suddenly, Tyler pulled back the curtains, startling the wet, naked hulk. He instinctively reacted by covering his groin.

"Oh please! No need to cover up. I've seen that wee little thing already," Tyler laughed.

"Tiny, I want you to shave yourself smooth. I want your whole body, especially those fat useless balls hanging between your legs, to be as smooth as a baby's ass," he commanded, handing the bewildered, hulking male a razor who just stood there in silence.

Tyler unleashed a sharp backhand that swatted Josh's naked dangling testicles with a resounding smack. The burly bodybuilder instantly screamed, and dropped to his knees in the tub, clutching his bruised and bloated balls.

"Do you understand what I told you, Tiny?" Tyler demanded.

"Yes, sir," the traumatized former bully whined.

"Good. Make sure you are completely smooth. If I see any body hair remaining, I will kick those big sorry nards of yours until you pass out!" Tyler commanded.

"Yes, sir. I will, sir," Josh meekly replied, his pride as badly hurt and bruised as his big battered balls.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Friday, August 24, 2018

Gym Crush

It was about 11pm. Tony glanced around the empty, almost silent gym. The bodybuilder was the only one working out at that hour. Glistening with sweat and his leg muscles quivering from the intense workout, he made his way slowly to the locker room.

He peeled off his tank top and shorts, and stood in front of the mirror in his jocks, admiring his physique. "Not bad at all," the 35-year-old, 6'6", 360 pound bodybuilder said out loud to himself as he flexed and posed, taking his time to admire his brawny arms, barrel-like chest, and massive legs. "Can't wait to cut this gut after bulking season," he thought, as he patted the soft layer of fat on his gut obscuring his abs.

Tony took off his sweaty jocks, and just stood there totally naked. His hands slowly wandered towards his groin and began gently touching his lemon-sized, low-hanging balls. "No need for any steroids. I've got all the testosterone I need from these big bad boulders," he said, rocking his hips slowly to make his ample plums swing around, as his cock began to stir. One hand wandered to his semi-erect dick and gently stroked it, coaxing it to full attention.

A loud chuckle from across the locker room startled Tony. He thought he was completely alone. He glanced up and saw Brady leaning against a wall across the locker room looking at him with scorn.

"Really? Grown-ass man playing with his wiener in the gym locker room?" Brady said as he shook his head disapprovingly. Tony turned as red as a tomato, completely mortified that someone had seen him playing with himself. Brady was a 18, 5'5'', blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk with the lean, tight muscular body of a gymnast. Tony always noticed him when he was in the gym, and secretly found the handsome teen extremely sexy. Tony was dating a girl, and was extremely confused by his feelings for Brady but every time he fucked his girl, enjoyed fantasizing about his cock sliding in and out of Brady's tight bubble butt and his big balls slapping into the teen's hamstrings with every thrust. He often tried not to be obvious about his infatuation, but found himself staring at Brady quite openly, mesmerized by the teenage Adonis.

"Ummm... I didn't see.... anyone," Tony stammered as he sheepishly covered his exposed genitals with his hands, but barely hiding his overgrown testicles.

Brady walked up to Tony, as the bulky bodybuilder stood there, completely flustered and unable to speak or react.

"Move your hands," Brady ordered. Tony immediately obeyed, his mind paralyzed by a heady mixture of embarrassment, fear, and lust.

"Someone's excited," Brady continued,  pointing at Tony's hard cock, which was poking out its bush like a spear.

"I... I'm not sure why it's hard... I'm sorry," Tony stammered and apologized in shame.

Brady drew his finger slowly along the shaft of Tony's throbbing boner, causing the big bodybuilder to literally shudder with anticipation and desire. He circled the hefty, older male slowly, strategically touching his swollen shaft lightly to keep Tony in a state of maddening desire.

"Put your hands behind you," Brady commanded, and used the sweaty tank top to tie Tony's brawny arms behind him.

"These are really big. I've never seen balls as huge as these," Brady exclaimed as he began handling Tony's fat, dangling testicles. Tony closed his eyes, completely ecstatic that his dream hunk was playing with his balls. Brady continued to roll the oversized, squishy organs in his hands, impressed by their heft, and commenting on how unbelievably large they were. Tony's cock was hard as a rock and soft moans escaped from his mouth as Brady's soft hands and fingers manipulated his sensitive manhood.

"Stand in front of those lockers," Brady said, leading the horny hulk into a corner. Giddy and burning with desire, Tony could only mumble in agreement.

Brady got behind the much larger man, reached between his humongous ass cheeks, and continued playing with Tony's big bobbing balls. Tony was in heaven, and spread his legs and arched his back as much as he could to allow Brady more access to his sensitive parts.

"Yeah, you like playing with a man's big balls and cock, don't you, boy?" Tony mumbled in ecstasy. "Suck on my big cock, boy. I know you want.... URKKKK!" Tony's pleasure was shattered by a sharp deep jolt of pain from his fragile gonads as Brady began crushing them in his hands.

"What the fuck...." Tony croaked in agony, his sensitive genitals exploding in pain.

"First, stop calling me 'boy' because that's just gross," Brady scolded as he squeezed Tony's bulging balls harder.

"I'm sorry! Please!" Tony squeaked, his voice higher as his cock began deflating.

"Second, I've noticed how you always stare at me in the gym, especially how you just stop and stare at my ass when I'm dead-lifting or squatting," Brady continued. Tony was mortified, he had thought his glances were subtle, and not realizing how obviously he was ogling the handsome teen.

"You literally stare with your fucking mouth half-open at my ass and it makes me uncomfortable. I think I could help take away your desire to look at my ass if I break these fat, useless lumps," Brady said as he now cruelly tugged hard on Tony's aching balls, pulling his fuzzy, pendulous sac so far backwards he was literally flossing the now-screaming bodybuilder's ass crack with his own scrotum. Tony's muscled thighs snapped together but it was far too late, Brady had his balls firmly in his grasp. He couldn't double over from the sickening pain since his face and body were pressed up against the lockers, and his arms were tied behind him.

Brady continued crushing the oversized meaty orbs in his hands, squeezing so hard that bubbles of shiny, squishy testicular flesh protruded through the gaps in his fingers. Tony's screams became hoarse cries of anguish as the sadistic teen continued to knead his fragile, cum-laden testicles as though they were worthless lumps of dough. His massive legs began turning to jelly as Brady's unforgiving fingers dug further into the soft, nerve-filled tissue of his horribly aching gonads, and the beefy male slowly began sinking to the ground as his legs weakened. Brady refused to allow him any respite and jerked upwards hard, forcing the bodybuilder to remain upright or risk his manhood being ripped off.

"You're right. I do enjoy playing with a man's big balls!" Brady exclaimed with a laugh, as he began alternately squashing Tony's overgrown testicles.

"Left! Right! Left! Right!" Brady called out as he gave an extra sharp squeeze to each cum-filled, rapidly-swelling organ in turn, driving Tony's pain into the stratosphere. A cruel smile lit Brady's countenance as a sadistic idea flashed through his mind. He dragged the whimpering bodybuilder by his long, pendulous scrotum to the gym. Tony was forced to stumble backwards while doubled over in anguish as his tormentor yanked on his badly-aching, swollen testicles like a dog leash. As Brady hauled the bigger male by his manhood to the free weight area of the gym, he paused.

"Look at yourself, big boy. Look at how useless your big sorry balls and muscles are. Do you see how easily a smaller, younger guy can control you just by crushing your weak balls?" Brady commented. Tony looked up at the mirrors on every wall, his humiliation and predicament visible from every angle. As Tony looked at how his dream hunk had him literally by the balls, and could utterly destroy his manhood if he wanted to, Tony became incredibly aroused and his cock was soon hard again.

"Oh. Looks like I found a masochist," Brady said as he noticed the bodybuilder's boner and released Tony's tenderized testicles. The burly man immediately dropped to his knees with a high-pitched whine, his face on the ground and his ass in the air.  He wanted to hug himself and nurse his battered balls but his arms remained tied behind his back. As Tony wallowed in the nauseating pain erupting from his bruised manhood, Brady grabbed a barbell and a couple of jump-ropes, and used it as an improvised spread-bar, tying Tony's huge legs to the barbell to keep them apart and allow him full access to the hulking male's tender parts.

The towering, husky male was now completely trapped and vulnerable. His arms were tied behind him, and his legs were spread invitingly with his colossal ass in the air.

"I've gotta finish my workout, big boy. I usually finish off with some boxing practice," Brady announced as he knelt behind the bodybuilder and began speed-bagging his fat, low-hanging testicles. Meaty smacks echoed through the gym as Brady's fists rapidly smashed into Tony's bobbing balls, which were now swollen to the size and color of ripe apples. Tony screamed in agony as Brady continued to pulverize his delicate, once-proud testicles.

"That was a good workout," Brady laughed, finally stopping when Tony's screams melted into mewling sobs of anguish, and the meaty smacks took on a more spongy tone as his abused gonads swelled up even more.

"Get up, muscle bitch!" he commanded as the large bodybuilder clumsily struggled to his feet, his legs weak from the awful pain in his manhood. He hobbled over to the bench press station, his legs held apart by the improvised spread-bar. Brady made him lie on the bench, and to Tony's surprise, easily lifted the bodybuilder's heavy legs with the bar and secured the bar to the rack, suspending his legs above his chest and spread wide in an inviting V shape.

Brady laughed cruelly as he lifted his size-13 sneaker and placed it on Tony's sperm-filled, swollen testicles, which were hung so low that they were resting on the bench.

"No.... please.... no more... please," Tony begged pitifully, terrified that his genitals would be permanently damaged. Brady slowly applied more pressure on the squishy meatballs, compressing them beneath his sneaker and the unyielding bench. Tony's cries grew more shrill and hysterical as the throbbing, sickening pain of his meaty gonads being flattened between his tormentor's foot and the bench wracked his entire body. Brady continued to increase the inhumane pressure on the trapped bodybuilder's manhood, which were now squished to the dimensions of a thick burger patty. Tears streamed down Tony's face and his face was frozen in a silent scream of agony.

"Your mouth says stop, but your cock says continue," Brady replied, slapping Tony's throbbing boner. Brady had secretly fantasized about busting and abusing a bigger man's balls since he was 12, and was incredibly turned on as he continued to torture the masochistic bodybuilder, who despite the pain, seemed to be equally aroused.

Brady eventually stopped stomping on Tony's bloated, bruised and battered balls. He smiled as he admired how the pattern of the sole of his sneaker had imprinted so nicely on Tony's very swollen and bruised genitals.

Brady dropped his shorts and underwear as he stood beside the sobbing, whining Tony. Despite the horrible pain, his eyes instantly lit up when he saw Brady's very erect cock next to his face.

"It's much bigger than yours, big boy. Lifting weights can only build a few muscles but won't help you get bigger where it matters most," Brady smiled as he stroked his incredible 12-inch, thick dick, which made Tony's 7 inch cock look like a popsicle stick.

He slapped his giant member across Tony's tear-stained face, and the bodybuilder greedily licked and sucked on it for all he was worth.

"Fuckkkk yeah.... I knew you were a fucking cock-sucker," Brady exclaimed, enjoying Tony's oral ministrations.

"I'm gonna make you my bitch tonight and take your virgin ass," Brady told the excited but scared bodybuilder as he slowly inserted the saliva-covered meat cannon into Tony's welcoming ass. Tony gasped as Brady's massive cock penetrated his erstwhile virginal asshole. In contrast to his vicious treatment of Tony's balls, Brady was incredibly gentle and skilled as he slid his big cock in and out. Tony's sobs of pain turned into moans of ecstasy as his dream hunk fucked his beefy butt, each thrust rubbing against his prostate and sending shivers of pleasure through his loins. Tony's bruised and battered balls hung low besides his asshole, and with every deep thrust, the bloated, tenderized organs were smushed between Brady's thighs and Tony's big soft ass, sending small jolts of pain through his groin mixing with the pleasure emanating from his ass. Both men were so incredibly aroused that within ten minutes, Tony let out a guttural groan as a long rope of cum sprayed from his cock all over his hairy, barrel-like chest and shortly after, Brady moaned deeply as he filled the bodybuilder's ass with his warm jizz, Tony feeling every spurt of his cum pumping inside him.

"Wow!" Brady gushed, completely spent, and pulled his cock out. Tony lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow of the heady mixture of pain and pleasure he experienced for the first time ever at the hands of his dream stud.

Brady untied Tony's legs and arms, used Tony's shirt to clean his cock off, and put his clothes back on. Tony sat on the bench, staring longingly at the handsome, hung teen who came up to him, kissed him on the lips, and smiled.

"I really enjoyed this. I think we should meet up again so I can punish those big balls and fuck that beefy ass more," Brady said.

"Yes... definitely," Tony replied, still stunned and giddy with pleasure.

"I've got to go, big guy. Clean that up before you leave," Brady ordered with a laugh, as he pointed at puddle of his spunk leaking from Tony's ass on to the bench.

Monday, July 9, 2018

No Balls, No Glory

The Iron Power Gym was an almost typical gym. It was much grittier than the usual shiny commercial gyms - the equipment was older, creakier, and more basic but it had incredibly heavy weights. The Iron Power Gym attracted an extremely loyal and fanatical crowd of power-lifters, guys who lifted for strength alone and embodied the age-old enmity between the power-lifting and bodybuilding camps. They despised bodybuilders, whom they regarded as posers who only appeared strong but were actually vain, weak, emasculated wimps. The members of the Iron Power Gym made sure that anyone they considered a poser never stuck around in their gym very long.

Ted was new to town, and was looking for a gym. The 27-year-old bodybuilder was massive- 7 feet tall, and 500 pounds - and worked out for one reason alone, to pack on as much muscle as possible. He joined two of the large, shiny commercial gyms, spending most of his time there trying to make his already hulking, ginormous frame even bigger. The narcissistic giant enjoyed the attention he got from other guys when he worked out, feeding off the looks of disbelief and what he considered envy and admiration. He attracted a small posse of admirers, about 10 younger guys trying to get big and muscular, who faithfully followed him through each gym and workouts.

Ted heard about the Iron Power Gym from his posse, and about how their members loathed bodybuilders.

"So they prefer being small, pathetic little pencil-necked pussies?" Ted asked, surprised that there were guys who did not crave building insane amounts of muscles like he did.

His sycophantic posse laughed in agreement.

"Maybe we should pay them a visit. Show them what the ideal male should look like," Ted smiled, flexing his enormous chest and admiring his reflection.

Again, his posse agreed with him, keen on submitting to their leader.

Ted and his little group decided to join the Iron Power Gym. Ted wanted to find out who these proud powerlifters were, and relished the thought of pissing them off by showing off his huge physique. They wouldn't be able to do a damn thing to him, he thought, assuring himself that every guy out there was intimidated by a hulking monster like himself.

The group of muscle-heads strode into the gym, talking and laughing loudly. Ted made sure to wear a tiny tank top that barely covered his huge body and a little pair of shorts with the dimensions of boxer briefs, wanting to show off every inch of his physique. The gym's owner, Ron, was at the front desk and smiled at the boisterous group trailing the humongous bodybuilder.

"How can I help you today?" he inquired politely, in stark contrast to the the approximately 30 other gym members staring murderously at the group.

"We're thinking of joining your gym. Could we check it out? I wanna see if your gym is good enough for us," Ted answered cockily.

"Of course," Ron replied with a smile.

As the obnoxious group strolled around the gym, all the power-lifters stopped their workouts and glared silently at them. Ron showed them around, smiling politely even as Ted tried to provoke trouble by making snide comments about how old the equipment was, how dirty the gym was, and how small things were.

"What's that for?" Ted asked, pointing to a somewhat primitive and worn boxing ring in the back which was also used for wrestling, boxing and MMA fights  - whatever the testosterone-filled power-lifters were in the mood for on a given day.

"Oh, that? That's for guys to fight. We don't let new members use it though. Only our toughest members are allowed to fight here. I don't want some rookie getting badly-injured in my gym," Ron answered, trying to pique the massive bodybuilder's interest further.

"Actual fighting takes place? Not just for sparring?" Ted continued.

"Yeah. Usually no-holds barred, until one is knocked out. But enough of that, you won't be in that ring as a new member," he continued, baiting Ted further.

Ted's gaze wandered from the ring to the rest of the gym, assessing the physiques of the power-lifters in the gym.

"I could take any one of them on. Heck I could take two of them at once and beat both easily," he thought to himself.

"Let's continue the tour," Ron said, noticing how the huge muscle-bound oaf was daydreaming about fighting in his gym, exactly what he wanted him to do.

"I want to fight now," Ted announced proudly, flexing his pecs and biceps.

"Nah, dude. I don't want you to get injured or anything," Ron replied.

"Me? Injured? Are you kidding me? Which one of these pencil-necks here could injure me?" Ted mocked cockily.

"They're stronger than they look, bro. Let's just go talk about the membership," Ron continued.

"Fuck that. I wanna fight. Unless all you punks here are too fucking scared," Ted retorted, eager to prove his masculinity and strength.

"Fine, fine. Come back next weekend. Saturday at 8pm. I'll make sure we have a big audience and a guy to fight you," Ron answered, appearing to give in but secretly enthralled at how easily the big lunkhead was tempted into his trap.

"Fuck yeah! Let them watch me destroy your best powerlifter!" Ted hollered, high-fiving his group of admirers. Ted did not notice the sly smile that emerged on Ron's face.

"We'll be back on Saturday. Make sure your guy is ready, hopefully with health insurance," the massive bodybuilder announced arrogantly as he strode out of the Iron Power gym.

It was about 10 days until the fight. Ted spent more time in lifting and eating as much as he could, trying to pack on even more mass on his already gigantic frame. He managed to get his weight up to 520 pounds, and didn't care that he looked a bit softer than he would like since he really wanted to be as big as possible. Ted never bothered to spar or train for the fight, thinking that it was an instinctual thing, and his size and strength alone would be more than enough for him to overwhelm and defeat his opponent.

Saturday evening arrived and Ted strode into the Iron Power Gym wearing a loud, neon blue jacket with his name emblazoned on the back in gold letters. His entourage followed, cheering loudly for their idol, as the audience in the packed Iron Power Gym hissed and booed at them. Ever the show man, Ted slowly took off his gaudy jacket at the ring side, and proceeded to peel off his clothes, flexing and showing off his massive physique. He stripped down to his favorite pair of leopard print posers, a tiny pair of leopard print bikinis that barely covered his genitals, and butt crack.

Ted dramatically swung himself over the ropes to enter the ring, and began flexing and posing as though he were in a bodybuilding show, relishing how loud the audience was booing.

"They hate us coz they ain't us," he shouted loudly to his crew, drawing even louder derision from the audience.

As the cocky bodybuilder continued preening and posing, his opponent quietly entered the ring. With a 5'5", 130 pound ultra-lean, muscular body, the 23-year-old Seth looked more like a gymnast and was the complete opposite of the big, burly, and obnoxious bull he was about to fight. He wore a simple black pair of tight shorts, which allowed him full mobility and was much less gaudy than Ted's skimpy bikinis.

Ron entered the ring, raised his hands to quiet the audience, and announced, "Tonight, we have a match like we've never seen before. In this corner, standing at 7 feet and weighing 520 pounds, we have bodybuilder Ted." A chorus of boos erupted from the gathered audience. Ted grabbed his crotch, and lewdly thrust his hips at the audience in response, "Suck my big cock, losers!"

"In this corner, standing at 5 feet 5 and weighing 130 pounds, we have our champion fighter and one of the strongest men I know, Seth!" Rapturous applause and cheers followed as Seth waved at the audience.

"This is your best fighter? The strongest man you know? Oh man, this is gonna be too easy! I thought I'd have a bit of a challenge instead," Ted laughed loudly, as he looked at his pint-sized opponent.

"No eye-gouging but otherwise no holds barred. Winner is the one who knocks out his opponent," Ron announced as Ted and Seth approached the center.

Although he was only a quarter of the size of the hulking bodybuilder facing him down, Seth looked completely unintimidated by the big burly bull.

"Look, little boy. I'm gonna destroy you in front of your friends. But I don't want people saying that I didn't fight fair since you're the size of a midget, so I'm gonna let you hit me once before I beat you into nothing," Ted announced and stood with his hands on his hips and legs slightly spread.

"Why not let me hit you twice? You afraid I would win?" Seth answered cheekily.

"Afraid?" Ted threw his head back, laughing arrogantly, and poked Seth's chest with his sausage-like finger "Fine, THREE times. I'll let you hit me three times before I destroy your puny ass!"

"I will let him hit me THREE TIMES before I fight his puny ass!" Ted raised his muscled arms high in the air cockily.

Seth smiled as his attention fell on the massive bodybuilder's bulge conveniently located at eye-level, only protected by the thin lycra of his posing trunks.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the fight. Ted was still preening and posing for the audience with his arms raised to the skies.

"ONE!" Seth yelled as he threw a devastating right uppercut that sailed between Ted's humongous thighs and smashed into his vulnerable balls, before the hulking musclehead even realized that the fight had begun.

"TWO!" Seth continued as he followed that with an equally powerful uppercut with his left fist to the bodybuilder's unprotected gonads before the shocked giant could react.

The shock of the blitzkrieg on his bobbing balls left Ted stunned. His thick arms began to descend, but before he could protect his delicate manhood from further assault, Seth grabbed his brawny arms (which were thicker than Seth's thighs) and used them as leverage to swing his hard bony knee between the burly bull's trunk-like legs. His knee crashed into Ted's dangling, cum-laden testicles with a sickening thwack, and Ted let out a strangled, animal-like cry of anguish as the tsunami of nausea and agony exploded from his traumatized ballsac.

"Three," Seth calmly said with a smile as his gorilla-like opponent doubled over in pain, clutching his aching balls and emitting high-pitched whining noises.

Seth circled the hunched-over giant, who was too consumed by the nauseating pain throbbing in his male parts to realize how vulnerable he was. As the horrible aching pain in his balls and gut slowly diminished, Ted stopped nursing his injured gonads, and instead stood with his hands on his knees, still bent at the hip and taking deep breaths to alleviate the awful nausea building up inside. The agony was still too much to allow him to stand and fight Seth but murderous anger was boiling inside him.

"I'm gonna kill you," he hissed, his voice a few notches higher than normal.

Deciding not to let his massive opponent recover any further, Seth crept up behind the bodybuilder who was still completely focused on his aching balls. Seth reached between the hefty muscled ass-cheeks and seized hold of Ted's dangling testicles. The giant bodybuilder yelped in surprise as his battered balls were the target of another attack by his tiny opponent.

Seth let out a cruel laugh as he began squeezing the squishy meatballs. Ted screamed pitifully as his fragile testicles suffered the full crushing force of a powerlifter's grip. The colossal bodybuilder tried his best to beat away the pint-sized tormentor who had him by the balls from behind but his arms were so muscular that he couldn't reach far enough behind him and only flailed around aimlessly. Seth began pulling the wailing bodybuilder backwards, leading him by his traumatized testicles. Ted was forced to stagger backwards or suffer the anguish of having Seth yank on his delicate spunk-filled balls.

"Look at that. All those big bulging muscles but I can control him and make him squeal by playing with his little balls," Seth mocked.

"How small are they?" someone yelled out.

"Much smaller than I thought! I think all the steroids shrank his manhood!" Seth continued. Ted was horrified and embarrassed but was completely helpless - Seth had a death-grip on his aching balls and utterly dominated him.

As the cramping agony from his crushed, sperm-laden testicles began paralyzing his gigantic legs, Ted crumpled to the ground, unable to stand any longer. Seth allowed the burly bodybuilder to fall to his knees with his beefy butt in the air and his face on the mat. He continued to maintain a solid, unyielding grip on the groaning giant's gonads and placed one foot on the hefty male's neck to keep his face on the mat.

After an eternity of torment, Seth decided to let go of the bull's aching balls. Ted's relief was very short-lived. Before he could nurse his traumatized testicles, Seth reached down the back of Ted's skimpy leopard-skin trunks. Ted whimpered as he felt Seth's hand slide down his ass crack, aware of the impending pain to afflict his busted balls.

"What the fuck?" Seth exclaimed in surprise and immediately pulled his hand back. He held up a black sock he retrieved from Ted's pouch.

"Did you actually stuff your little posers with a sock??" Seth asked in genuine shock as the audience erupted in laughter.

The shame and humiliation gave Ted an extra jolt of energy. Seth was distracted by the sock he found in Ted's bikinis and didn't notice that the bodybuilder was trying to get up. With a loud grunt, the humongous male pushed himself off the ground, causing Seth to lose his balance and fall backwards.

Ted stood up with his posing trunks partly pulled down, exposing his massive ass but still covering his unimpressive bulge. His face red with embarrassment and fury, he lumbered towards the fallen Seth, intent on killing the small male who had humiliated him.

He roared in rage as he stood over Seth but the quick-thinking fighter immediately kicked upwards as hard as he could. The powerful kick smashed into Ted's unprotected, battered balls with a loud meaty smack. Ted squealed in anguish and collapsed in agony as his delicate danglers absorbed the force of the kick and were mashed against his pelvic bone. Seth tried to escape but the giant fell on top of him, and briefly panicked as the heavy muscle-bound frame trapped him against the mat.

Ted belatedly realized his advantage, and tried to take advantage of his superior position over Seth but the sickening pain exploding from his tenderized testicles weakened him considerably, and his already clumsy moves were even slower. Seth quickly regained his senses, and the two began wrestling for the upper hand. The massive bodybuilder tried to use his weight and size to overpower his opponent, but Seth was a skilled fighter and began maneuvering himself into the best possible position.

Seth squirmed away from Ted's brawny arms and when he was within striking distance, plunged his hand between the clumsy bodybuilder's huge thighs and immediately grabbed his floppy genitals. Ted panicked and immediately tried to pull the pint-sized tormentor's hand away from his tenderized testicles but Seth's fingers had locked on to the squishy, sensitive organs. The bulky bodybuilder howled in anguish as his smaller opponent began twisting and crushing his gonads. Ted struggled to escape from his tormentor but the sickening agony bursting from his bruised balls sapped all his strength, and he could barely fight off his dogged, determined pint-sized opponent.

Ted's howls were soon reduced to mewling noises and sobbing as he gave up any attempt to fight back. Seth easily made the defeated bodybuilder roll onto his back, and put him in a reverse school-boy pin, all the while maintaining his firm grip on his puny manhood.

"Look at that! It's true what the say about bodybuilders!" Seth shouted as he jiggled the larger man's unimpressive junk about, as Ted let out a high-pitched groan in response.

"Fucking 2 inch cock, and little grape-sized balls on a fucking 7 foot tall, 520 pound man! No wonder he had to stuff his faggy bikinis with a sock!" Seth continued.

"I did you a favor today, bro. I made your balls swell and look a bit bigger. Maybe I could make them grow a bit more," Seth mocked as he began slapping the sobbing bodybuilder's trapped balls around.

Ted's sobs grew louder, but the beefy bodybuilder did not dare fight back any more. He just lay there, crying in anguish and humiliation as the sadistic Seth continued smacking his testicles around.

"Please.... no more.... my boys can't take any more..." Ted begged pitifully, his burly body wracked by sobs.

"Show us how you jack off, big boy," Seth ordered.

Ted hesitated and Seth immediately unleashed a hard slap on his bruised and battered balls.

Ted screamed in pain, and immediately pressed his puny dick between his thumb and index finger and stroking.

The audience laughed and mocked the un-hung bodybuilder mercilessly.

"He only uses two fingers to jack off!"

"Micro dick!"

"Guess that's one body part you can't build muscles!"

Ted continued his two-finger stroking for a few minutes but his tiny member remained as flaccid as a piece of string.

"Can't even get hard?" Seth taunted "all those fucking steroids to build your useless muscles only made your balls shrink and your cock limp."

Seth forced the disgraced and miserable bodybuilder to get on all fours. He picked up the sock Ted used to stuff his pouch with, and shoved it into his mouth. The bodybuilder gagged at the taste of his pre-cum, sweat and urine. Seth then signaled to his friend who threw a bag into the ring. Seth reached into his bag, and brought out a large 8 inch butt plug.

"Here's something to help you cum, man," he told the confused, sobbing Ted as he lubed the butt plug up, switched it on, and slid it between his thick muscled ass-cheeks. The vibrating butt plug effortlessly entered the whimpering bodybuilder's big beefy butt.

"Wow. Someone's ass is hungry tonight!" Seth teased as he forced the stunned bodybuilder to kneel and wrapped his arm around the bigger man's neck.

Ted's limp cock was now fully erect. It was a pathetic 4 inches at full mast which looked ridiculous in proportion to his massive body.

"Oh, well, now we know big boy here likes having things shoved up his fat ass!" Ron called out as every eye in the room fell on his puny boner. Scornful jeers and mocking comments about micro-dicks erupted from the audience. Ted's face became red with embarrassment, almost the same shade as his abused, swollen testicles, but his unhung cock remained throbbingly erect.

Seth tightened his arm lock around the husky bodybuilder's neck, cutting off the blood supply to his brain. As the defeated bodybuilder's consciousness began dimming, his body spasmed uncontrollably and a few globs of grey spunk squirted from his dick. The pleasure of orgasm was cut short by the terrible pain of ejaculating from his badly-busted balls. The bulky bodybuilder let out a guttural groan as his eyes rolled back in his head, and his massive, muscled body became limp.

Seth let the defeated giant slump to the mat, raised his arms above his head in victory and the audience cheered wildly. His fellow powerlifters were ecstatic at how a member of their proud community destroyed a much bigger bodybuilder . Ted's entourage looked on, stunned at how their muscled idol who now lay motionless on the mat in a crumpled heap of big but useless muscles, was utterly humiliated and emasculated by a guy a quarter of his size.

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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Small balls

I know my stories usually feature huge balls getting busted, but I've been wondering about writing one where a big guy with tiny nuts gets his inadequate package worked over.

Would anyone be interested in such a story?

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Saturday, March 17, 2018

No Longer Alpha Male

If you'd met Brock, it was very likely that you would instantly dislike him. He was one of those loud, obnoxious guys who thought he was the shit and wanted to everyone to think of him as the baddest, strongest, toughest motherfucker. Brock just could not stop himself from talking smack, showing off, and reminding everyone else why he thought he was better than them.

Despite being such a dick, no one really dared confront Brock about his cockiness and overbearing attitude. The college senior was a hulking 6'7", 380 pound gym rat, built like an off-season bodybuilder, and was clearly quite intimidating. He spent most of his time in the gym, and that was where his attitude was most unbearable. He grunted, roared, flexed and posed in front of the mirrors, and lifted and dropped heavy weights loudly. Most annoying of all was how he would flex and start admiring himself out loud. He was particularly proud of the size of his balls - each as big as an extra-large chicken egg, dangling half way between his groin and knees - and would wear the thinnest pair of grey cut-off sweats without any underwear, leaving little to the imagination to show off what he considered to be the symbol of his superior masculinity. Big balls produce lots of sperm and testosterone, which made a superior male specimen, he would tell himself, and since he was the biggest man and had the largest pair of nards on campus, he was the superior, alpha male. Needless to say, he was extremely unpopular in the college gym but to him, all the "haters" were just jealous of his magnificent physique and bull-sized manhood.

It was a day that Brock and most guys at his college would never forget. He was in the gym during peak hours showing off as usual, dead-lifting 350 lbs, roaring loudly with each rep, and dropping the barbell with a jarring clang. A new batch of freshmen were working out, and Brock wanted them to see who the alpha male on campus was. He wore one of those tanks with over-sized arm holes designed to show off his physique as much as possible, and his usual skimpy grey cut-off sweats that barely concealed his oversized gonads. As he smiled cockily at his own reflection in the mirror, he noticed a 5'7", 150 lb figure about 20 feet away dead-lifting as well.

Seth was a freshman and a competitive power lifter. His diminutive figure belied his immense strength, and he could lift far more than men twice his size. He was aware of Brock from all the noise the big oaf was making but was more focused on his form and strength. Seth gradually piled on the weight and eventually was dead-lifting 350 lbs, as much as the bulky bodybuilder who was now eyeing him with disbelief and envy. Brock began to feel that his manhood was being challenged by the smaller freshman and he had to defend his position as top dog and alpha male.

"Hey, dude. Let's see who can dead-lift more!" Brock said as he approached Seth, his towering husky frame moving in uncomfortably close to Seth's in an attempt to intimidate his perceived challenger.

"Uh, I'm not looking to compete today, bro. I'm just here to train," Seth replied, disinterested in the overgrown senior's antics.

"Aw, come on! It'll be fun, bro. Let's show these wimps how much stronger we are compared to them," Brock announced loudly. By now, a group of curious on-lookers had started to gather.

"Yeah, Seth! Show him how much you can lift!" his friend shouted.

A chorus of encouraging voices and claps ensued, rooting for Seth to put the loudmouthed bodybuilder in his place.

"Ok, fine," Seth replied, slightly embarrassed by the attention, and wanting to shut the obnoxious musclehead up. A much larger audience began to gather to watch their competition.

Brock slapped on 400 lbs to a barbell, grunted loudly, and slapped his expansive chest before bending over and lifting it with a loud roar. He dropped it and lifted his brawny arms in victory.

Seth smiled as he walked up to the bar, took a deep breath, and gave a soft grunt as he easily dead lifted 400 lbs, much to Brock's annoyance and jealousy.

Brock increased the weight to 450 lbs, slapped both pecs this time, and roared loudly as he lifted the 450 lbs, clearly struggling but still managing to do so.

Seth again, smiled serenely as he inhaled deeply, grunted once, and hoisted the bar off the ground.

Brock stared on in disbelief and building fury at the deceptively strong freshman, and added another 50 lbs to the barbell. He took a few deep breaths, grunted many times as he grabbed the bar. He strained hard, his face turning crimson, the veins in his neck and forehead engorged, as he tried to lift 500 lbs. The bar left the platform by about 5 inches but Brock screamed as he was forced to drop the bar. 500 lbs was too much for the cocky behemoth, and he turned away in disgust and anger.

"I don't think you'll be able to lift it either, dude. Let's just call it a draw," Brock offered, trying to save face and protect his pride as much as he could.

"Oh, I think I'll give it a shot," Seth answered, beginning to enjoy the competition. He closed his eyes, bent over, and without breaking much of a sweat, lifted the loaded bar.

The gathered crowd began to clap and some hissed and booed at the brooding, envious bodybuilder staring murderously at the Seth.

"Let me try again," Brock announced, hoping to redeem his pride. He huffed and puffed, mumbled some words of motivation to himself, and screamed loudly as he tried to dead lift the 500 lbs. This time, the bar barely moved off the ground. Brock growled in frustration as he walked away from the platform.

Seth chuckled as he added 50 lbs to the barbell, and to the utter amazement of everyone, dead-lifted 550 lbs with ease. Brock burning with envy and frustration, and feeling that his status as alpha male was under threat, pointed at Seth and said menacingly, "You and me, one on one, in that ring" as he gestured towards the octagon in the corner of the gym.

"Whoa, whoa, guys! Hold on. If you fight each other here, you'd get expelled. I have a better idea, why don't you two come to our frat house tonight? We have our own ring in the basement, and no one in administration will know. It'll just be us guys watching both of you fight." A tall blond jock with a bright smile strode between the Brock and Seth.

"No holds barred. First to submit or get KO'd loses. Loser gets fucked," he continued.

Brock took a step back. "Fuck yeah. No holds barred. I'll be there!"

That evening, Brock and Seth squared off in the basement ring, surrounded by the frat brothers. They were told that they had to fight naked and both complied. Seth's eyes wandered from Brock's massively muscled arms, shoulders, and chest to his beefy gut, and then settled on the prize nestled between his trunk-like thighs - a pair of low-hanging overgrown testicles that bobbed about with every step the strutting bodybuilder took. An evil grin formed as he eyed his target, intending to focus his attack on those big bouncing balls.

"Get a good look, you little-dicked fag! I'm gonna fuck you hard with this big cock and empty these fat balls into you. I've not jacked off in three days and let me tell you, I've got a huge load to pump into your tight little ass," Brock spat and grabbed his ample genitals, as he noticed Seth's gaze.

The tall blond jock was supposed to referee the match but Brock waved his brawny arm at him, "We don't need a referee. No holds barred remember?"

"You sure you don't want a referee, big boy? You may need him to protect you from me," Seth teased.

"Fuck you!" Brock spat, his anger rising again.

"I'm only gonna hit you once, big guy. Only once. But I'll take you down for sure," Seth continued needling the hotheaded bodybuilder.

"Shut the fuck up and fight! I can't wait to tear your ass up with my big cock," Brock roared back, clenching his fists, and flexing his pecs and shoulders to try to intimidate the smaller male.

The two men squared off in the middle of the ring, Brock's massive frame dwarfing Seth's comparatively tiny figure. With a growl, Brock launched himself at Seth, swinging ferocious uncoordinated punches in all directions, his pendulous oversized gonads flopping and schlepping about wildly with every move. Seth easily avoided all the clumsy blows, and danced back, allowing the angry bull to advance and expend precious energy throwing useless punches. Brock clearly did not know how to fight properly, and continued to waste his strength and energy with his ferocious but blind blows.

About 5 minutes into the fight, Brock failed to land a single blow and grew fatigued and more frustrated. Seth smiled as he saw the hefty bodybuilder's movements slow down and his face grow redder and redder. As Brock threw a punch towards his head, Seth launched his counterattack. He ducked and swung a powerful punch of his own towards the behemoth's bobbing balls. As Brock's massive momentum propelled his dangling testicles forwards, Seth's unyielding, forceful fist locked on to and flew towards those large, fat meatballs. Brock's punch died in mid-air and he stopped cold in his tracks as Seth's punch slammed into his delicate dangling balls and sent them flying backwards to smack into his thick butt with a meaty thwack.

The shocked bodybuilder's jaw fell slack, and before he could react to Seth's lightning attack, the smaller male dove between his humongous legs and seized hold of Brock's bobbing ballsac as he swung himself behind the stunned behemoth using the pendulous scrotum like a rope. As the searing agony exploded from his brutalized balls, Brock's thighs snapped together as he doubled over but it was too late. Seth literally had the hulking man by the balls now. Brock was too consumed by the searing pain in his male parts to realize his predicament. The audience gasped at how rapidly Seth had turned the tables on his much bigger opponent.

Brock slowly sank to the ground from the nauseating pain in his gut but Seth tightened his grip on the confused bodybuilder's stretchy, fuzzy ballsac and tugged upwards and backwards to ensure the groaning hulk remained on his feet. As he gradually realized that Seth was grabbing his bulging balls from behind, Brock tried to free his manhood by swatting his brawny arms behind him but this feeble attempt was in vain. His scrotum was so loose and stretchy that it provided Seth a comfortably long leash out of reach of Brock's flailing arms. Seth yanked harder on Brock's fragile aching orbs, stretching his ball cords to their limit until he was literally flossing the bulky bodybuilder's ass-crack with his own hairy, pendulous scrotum and drawing high-pitched yelps from him.

"He likes his balls tickling his ass, guys," some one yelled out from the small crowd, drawing derisive laughter as Seth tugged Brock's ballsac so far back his balls were touching the small in his lower back. Brock began squealing in tortured agony but tried to remain on his feet, afraid that Seth would rip his manhood off if he dropped to the ground.

Seth sadistically continued to yank on the miserable musclehead's bull-sized testicles, sending jolts of blazing pain through his entire being, as he comically made the burly bodybuilder stagger backwards by using his once-proud, low-hanging nards as a leash. The crowd went wild as Seth led the doubled-over, beefy male round the ring by his ponderous balls. The source of Brock's male pride was now the source of the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. As Seth made the towed his tormented captive around by his overgrown low-hanging testicles, the frat brothers dutifully gathered by the ring side to rain down slaps and punches on the helpless, cocky bodybuilder's bloated bulging balls. Brock screamed pathetically as innumerable blows smashed into his already badly-aching testicles and eventually, the pain was so unbearable that his leg muscles gave out and he stumbled, taking Seth with him.

As Seth tumbled to the ground with his prisoner, he was careful not to lose his grip on the sobbing man's traumatized testicles. The relief of being able to curl up in the fetal position was very short-lived for Brock. Seth immediately seized both of his bruised and battered balls, one in each hand, and began crushing the oversized orbs. The pain of having his heavy, hefty manhood crushed by a power lifter's iron grip was much worse than having his gonads pulled from behind. Brock reacted to the agonizing pain in his boy parts by curling up into a ball but this only gave Seth, who was kneeling behind the traumatized giant, more access to the bruised and battered organs. With one testicle firmly grasped in each hand, Seth squeezed hard, his vise-like fingers digging into the soft, squishy, sensitive flesh of Brock's manhood. Brock sobbed and howled in utter anguish but Seth continued to cruelly apply inhumane pressure on the bodybuilder's rapidly-swelling spunk-makers. Meaty bubbles of Brock's pulpy, oversized testicles protruded through the gaps between Seth's powerful fingers, the veins under the fragile pink skin of his ballsac engorged and swollen resembling dark green worms. The colossal bodybuilder's face was frozen in a mask of pure anguish as tears streamed down his face, and strangled mewling noises escaped from his lips as the nauseating agony burned his brain. Seth maintained his death grip on the big male's bruised and bloated balls for what seemed an eternity, sadistically enjoying the once-arrogant bully's humiliation and torment. Finally, through the fog of agony, Brock realized that the only way to stop his torture and save his manhood was to submit.

"I give... I give... oh fuck, please... I give... I fucking give," he whined in a high-pitched voice.

"What? I can't hear you," Seth taunted him, as he gave the burly male's aching testicles an extra hard squeeze.

"I FUCKING GIVE!" Brock screamed in anguish before breaking down and mumbling incoherently as sobs wracked his huge muscular body.

Seth released Brock's traumatized testicles, and stood back to admire how the damaged organs had swollen to the size of lemons and were a purplish crimson color. Brock was weakened by the pain pulsating from his broken manhood but managed to muster enough strength to get on all fours with one hand gingerly cradling his shattered gonads. He remained there, face on the ground, his wide, beefy muscle butt in the air, as he gently rocked back and forth to try to alleviate the waves of awful pain radiating from his abused genitals.

"Loser gets fucked," the tall blond jock reminded the defeated bodybuilder, as he grabbed Brock's ample butt.

Alarmed, Brock looked up and saw six naked jocks, including the tall blond one, surrounding him, each sporting huge erections, ranging from 9 to 12 inches.

"What? No... please..." the terrified bodybuilder whimpered.

"A deal is a deal, bro. You agreed that the loser would get fucked," a tan, dark-haired jock answered as he slowly stroked his massive 11-inch monster.

"Just him, please..." Brock begged, gesturing towards Seth, trying to negotiate to protect what remained of his pride.

"Oh, he'll be the first since he beat your fat sorry ass, or should I say, big sorry balls," another jock answered.

"Yeah, he only had to hit you once to take you down, just like he said he would," one chimed.

"So proud of your big fucking balls and always showing them off at the gym, but who knew they were such weak pathetic lumps of meat. One little smack and you're crying like a little pussy," another mocked, grabbing his own foot-long boner.

"After Seth's done with your thick tight ass, our frat leaders will have some fun with it," the tall blond one told Brock, his throbbing beet bottle-sized cock sticking out in front of him.

Panic-stricken, the beefy male began scrambling towards the exit on all fours, trying to stand upright but his leg muscles were rubbery and weak from the sickening pain in his gonads and the pit of his gut. The tan jock lunged at the escaping bodybuilder from behind, seizing hold of the distended balls swinging invitingly between his butt cheeks.

Brock squealed pitifully as the tan jock cruelly wrenched his tenderized testicles and dragged him across the room using his elongated ballsac towards a Smith machine in a corner. Threatening to destroy what remained of the sobbing bodybuilder's manhood, the jocks ordered him to lie on the bench with his huge legs hooked around the bar. Locking the bar in place, the jocks proceeded to tie the bodybuilder's arms and legs so that the hulking male was lying on his back with his legs in the air and arms tied above his head.

Seth strolled up and looked into the tear-stained face of the petrified bodybuilder, stroked his pulsating cock which had swelled up to a very impressive 11 inches. He slipped on a condom, and rubbed some lube on Brock's vulnerable virgin hole causing the hefty male to whimper in fear. He gasped in shock and pain as Seth slipped his massive dong into his ass.

"Fuck, his virgin ass is so tight," Seth admired as he began thrusting.

Despite the initial pain and shock, as Seth's cock hit his prostate repeatedly, Brock's cock sprang into life.

"His tiny dick's enjoying the fun," someone laughed, pointing at the 6 inch cock which looked pitifully small compared to his massive frame and overgrown testicles, and of course, in comparison to the well-endowed jocks surrounding him.

After a few minutes, Seth pulled his cock out, yanked off the condom, and ejaculated all over Brock's swollen balls. He panted in satisfaction after emptying his entire load, and as the final drops of jizz dripped from his cock, he lifted his member and brought it down hard on Brock's vulnerable testicles, causing him to groan in pain.

"I wanted to last longer but fuck, he's so tight he made me cum," Seth said with a chuckle.

Seth smacked Brock's plump balls a few more times to clean off his dick and to give the bodybuilder a final reminder of his superior masculinity and manhood. Spent, he sat among the frat brothers, who were patting him on the back to congratulate the freshman on his victory.

The other six jocks circled their whimpering victim. They took turns pounding the moaning bodybuilder's fat, muscled ass and shoving their cocks down his waiting throat. The more sadistic of the jocks grabbed Brock's bruised and beaten balls and pulled upwards like a lever, while pounding his thick ass. One after another, each jock sprayed their hot, gooey loads over the beefy bull's body and face until only the tall blond jock remained, controlling his desire to cum so that he could finish off the once-cocky male.

"I want you to know that you are now the officially the muscle bitch of our frat, fat boy. You belong to us now. We will fuck you and bust your big worthless balls any time we want to. You were never, and will never be the alpha male. You were made to be used and abused by the alpha males, like us," he told the bodybuilder, who in a haze of pain, lust and humiliation, barely understood what he was being told.

As he pounded the softly moaning bull male's ass, the jock lifted his fist in the air and brought it down hard on the stunned male's swollen, puffy testicles. He continued to both pound Brock's ass and his bruised and bloated gonads, the sound of his hips and his own swinging balls slapping into Brock's big ass synchronized with the sickening meaty thwacks of his fist colliding with the squishy, doughy, nerve-filled orbs of damaged testicular flesh. The blond jock could no longer hold himself back and moaned in ecstasy as he thrust his cock as deep as he could into Brock's beefy butt and filled it with his warm load. At the same time, he involuntarily brought down a particularly savage blow on Brock's grotesquely-swollen and shattered testicles. The agony and pleasure was too much for the abused bodybuilder. Brock let out a guttural groan as his diminutive dick squirted out globs of greyish goo and his eyes rolled back in his head. The bulky bodybuilder finally had too much, and passed out from the nauseating pain and pleasure of ejaculation. A steady stream of spunk continued to flow from his deflating cock, forming a large pool on his abdomen, even though he was out cold.

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