Coach Payne - Part 3

 

After Payne's was defeated and publicly humiliated in the wrestling ring in Japan, the bodybuilder quietly flew back to the States. He had again sought solace in building mass after what happened in Japan. Payne spent his days almost exclusively lifting and eating, and his 6'7" frame ballooned to a hefty 450 lbs. He landed a job as a personal trainer at a gym in a small town in the mid-West, where no one had heard of his two prior adventures.

Coach Payne had many clients, most of them young guys trying to pack on muscle and aspiring to be as big as the huge bodybuilder. His former cockiness soon returned, and he strutted around the gym,  yelling at his clients while training them, and talking incessantly about how strong he was and his sexual exploits. The 32-year-old Payne was an exhibitionist. He always wore tight shirts to show off his massive 95 inch barrel-like chest, 30-inch biceps, and brawny shoulders. He exclusively wore grey sweats without any underwear, proudly showing off his fat oversized testicles, ample cock, and thick bulging glutes.

Jake was a champion high school wrestler, who worked out in the same gym. He was 18, 5'5" and weighed about 130 lbs. He couldn't help but notice how Payne was an asshole to all his clients, constantly mocking how puny and weak they were. He also couldn't keep his eyes off the arrogant, older bodybuilder's bulging genitals. Jake was almost mesmerized by how the oversized organs flopped between Payne's humongous thighs as he walked around the gym. Jake was the all-American boy in almost every aspect. He was popular, friendly, smart, athletic, and handsome. 

He only had one dark vice - he enjoyed hurting other guys' balls. He secretly loved busting bigger guys' nuts and seeing them writhe in pain. As a wrestler, he mastered the art of crushing or hitting his opponent's balls without the ref even noticing. If his opponent complained, he would say it was an accident, and would apologize. Most of his opponents limped away in pain from matches with Jake. Jake fantasized about busting Coach Payne's big boy balls almost constantly.

One afternoon, he watched Coach Payne make his client hit a sandbag. Payne kept yelling at the 15 year old boy, telling how he punched like a pussy. He finally told the kid to step aside and told him he would show him how a real man punched. Payne swung a few powerful blows that made the punching bag swing about. Payne turned to his client, stood with his legs spread, cockily telling him about how he could kill a man with one punch. As he bragged, he didn't notice the sandbag swinging in his direction. It smacked into Payne's vulnerable bulge.

A strangled gasp cut Coach Payne's boasts short, and the burly male slumped to his knees, clutching his aching genitals. The big tough bodybuilder let out a low groan of agony as he then dropped on his side and curled into the fetal position. His client looked somewhat stunned and tried to help Payne up but could barely lift the heavy behemoth. Payne just lay there, hugging himself, and making soft keening noises as his fragile manhood throbbed with pain. It took at least 10 minutes before the beefy male could get up, and even then, he limped to a bench and sat there cradling his injured testicles in his hands for another 15 minutes.

Jake's eyes grew large with a heady mixture of surprise, desire and lust. He realized how weak Payne's overgrown gonads were. The apparently tough, colossal, cocky bodybuilder had such sensitive weak balls that a light tap reduced him to a whimpering mess. Jake's cock sprung to full attention, straining at his briefs. The teen wrestler took deep breaths to calm himself and his excited cock, not wanting to walk about the gym with a boner tenting his shorts.

He waited until Coach Payne returned to the front desk and went up to him.

"Hey, man," Jake said.

"What's up?" Payne replied, gingerly sitting down to avoid bumping his aching balls.

"I was wondering if I could sign up for some training sessions with you," he asked.

"Sure. What times work for you?"

"I've got school and assignments to do, so... do you have anything about 9pm?" Jake inquired with a smile.

"I can. But the late evening sessions cost double. No one is here past 8 pm. I'll have to open the gym for you," Payne answered.

"Sure. Not a problem," Jake smiled.

"We start tomorrow evening. Make sure your scrawny ass is here on time," Payne said gruffly.

Jake showed up right on time, and Coach Payne was all alone. He was wearing a tight red tank top and his usual grey sweats sans underwear.

"So, do you play any sports?" Payne inquired.

"I wrestle," Jake answered.

"Really?" Payne looked surprised.

"Yeah. I've won a few medals."

"I used to wrestle in the ring. I'd beat guys three times your size. Easily. I don't see how a scrawny kid like you could beat anyone," Payne smirked.

"Don't let my size fool you, dude. I could beat you, you know," Jake grinned.

"Yeah, sure!" Payne threw his head back and laughed.

"Wanna try wrestling me?"

"I'll probably break a few of your bones, and you'll go crying to mommy and I'll get sued or some shit," Payne shot back.

"Come on. Let's wrestle and see who wins. I bet I would beat you," Jake said, baiting the big bulky male.

"You really want me to beat that skinny ass of yours, huh?"

"If you can, Coach. Only if you can," the cheeky teen taunted.

"What's the prize?"

"Three rounds. No holds barred. First to tap out or give in loses. Loser must do whatever the winner tells him to. For a week!"

"Deal! We only have a boxing ring so that'll have to do," Payne answered, and strode towards the ring.

Jake followed behind, carrying his gym bag with him. He was wearing tee and running shorts. "You can't wrestle in those!" he exclaimed pointing at Payne's sweatpants.

"I don't have anything else to change into," he gruffly answered.

"I have a wrestling singlet. It's a bit small for you, but I think it'll stretch," Jake pulled out a metallic red singlet. He wanted to see Payne's bulging body and genitals in it.

"Oh, well what the hell..." Coach Payne mumbled as he grabbed the singlet. Without blinking, he pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants. Jake swallowed hard, his loins stirring as he stared at Payne's mammoth physique, fat dangling balls and big soft cock. Payne managed to put on the singlet, which was several sizes too small, and looked like it was about to rip. The skimpy gear made his oversized body and genitals look even bigger.

Jake took off his shirt and faced the hulking bodybuilder in his black shorts. They both circled each other in the ring. Payne smirked and lunged at Jake but missed. He kept lunging at the much smaller teen, planning to bodyslam him on the mat but Jake evaded his attacks. Payne managed to corral Jake into a corner, and when he thought the agile wrestler was trapped, let out a victorious cry and threw his mammoth weight at him. Jake ducked between Payne's thick legs as the larger male slammed into the turnstile.

Jake could have easily kicked Payne's big bobbing balls from the back, and ended the round but restrained himself. He wanted to toy with the huge older man. He leapt onto Payne's wide muscled back, and put him in a half nelson with one arm, and locked the other around his thick neck. The bodybuilder stood there and laughed at what he thought was a feeble attack. He flexed his trapped arm but to his surprise, could not break the teen's hold. Jake squeezed the arm around Payne's throat as he pressed the bodybuilder's neck from behind, slowly cutting off the oxygen supply to Payne's brain. The hefty wrestler's body grew weaker, his massive muscles rendered useless as unconsciousness set in. He slowly sank to the mat, and eventually slumped face down, completely limp. Jake released him and within a few minutes the burly male came to, dazed and groggy.

"What the fuck..." he mumbled as he struggled to his feet, his legs still rubbery.

"I think I win that round. You were out like a light," Jake smiled.

"Fuck that. I didn't give in or tap out!" Payne spat.

"Ok, ok, ok. I'll give you that. We'll start from Round 1," Jake said.

They circled each other again. Payne looked less cocky now but had a sneer on his face. He repeated his attack on Jake, lunging at him and trying to bodyslam the petite teen. The enormous male reached his brawny arm grabbed Jake's shoulder but like lightning, Jake seized his arm, twisted it, and bent his wrist backwards painfully.

Payne grunted in pain, his muscled arm burning as Jake held him in the arm-wringer. Without allowing his overgrown opponent any relief, Jake swung his foot between Payne's gigantic thighs, slamming his bare foot into Payne's large, sensitive balls.

Payne howled loudly as he used his free hand to protect his injured testicles. Jake spun Payne's arm over his head, causing the beefy male to drop to the mat. He swiftly dropped one knee on Payne's biceps, sending pain searing through his arm. Payne screeched as he focused on the new source of pain, forgetting about his aching gonads temporarily. Jake grabbed both of Payne's thick legs, spread them apart, and smiled as he admired the magnificent bulge formed by his overgrown testicles and flaccid dick. Payne realized belatedly what was about to happen.

"Oh, God... no... please.... urkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Payne's pleas turned into squeals of anguish as Jake stomped on the big beautiful bulge he was admiring earlier. He lifted his foot and repeatedly stomped down on Payne's battered balls, enjoying how the squishy orbs deformed under his foot. Eventually the bodybuilder screamed his surrender and Jake reluctantly released his legs. The mammoth appendages crashed into the mat as Payne clutched his damaged, aching testicles and whimpered miserably.

After about 15 minutes of incoherent whining, the bodybuilder managed to get on all fours.

"That was fucking dirty. You hit me in the balls," he growled.

"No holds barred, dude. You agreed to that," Jake reminded him.

Payne was silent. He didn't pay much attention to the "no holds barred" agreement earlier but couldn't back out now.

He staggered to his feet, burning with anger and wanting to beat Jake to a pulp. Both wrestlers circled each other again. Payne went on the offensive, swinging fists wildly at the much smaller teen.

"Whoa, you boxing now, Coach?" a surprised Jake ducked and weaved to avoid the haymakers.

"No holds barred, bitch!" Payne yelled.

Unperturbed, Jake waited until Payne launched a poorly-aimed punch that left him wide open. The champion wrestler grabbed his arm, yanked the bodybuilder towards him, ducked under his arm, and grabbed him around the waist from behind. It all happened so quickly that the oafish bodybuilder couldn't react. Taking full advantage of Payne's shock, Jake sent his knee flying between Payne's beefy butt-cheeks. It smashed into the stunned male's fat, cum-laden balls with a satisfying smack. Jake delivered three more knees to Payne's traumatized testicles, released his thick waist, and suddenly grabbed his right leg. With unbelievable strength, the small teen hoisted Payne's jumbo-sized leg off the ground. Coach Payne yelped in shock as he was sent crashing to the mat, and lay on his back momentarily stunned.

Jake dropped his knee on Payne's lower gut, knocking the wind out of him. Payne wheezed as he rolled on his side instinctively. Jake smiled and rolled the bigger male on to his stomach, and easily put him in a half Boston crab, locking Payne's right leg under his right arm. Payne groaned in pain, his leg and lower back blazing. Jake was not done just yet. The sadistic teen could easily see the outline of both of Payne's ample testicles. With his free hand, he began slapping the vulnerable organs.

"Left! Right! Left! Right!" he called out as he smacked each gonad in turn. Payne screamed in anguish but Jake continued to slap his aching balls. The pain was so intense that the bodybuilder forgot that he could give in, and just continued screaming hysterically.

After a few minutes, Jake noticed that Payne's balls were obviously swollen. He grabbed the larger left testicle and began squeezing it. The personal trainer's screams turned into hoarse high-pitched mewling noises as Jake mashed and crushed his left testicle mercilessly.

Finally, Coach Payne managed to squeak, "I give! Please, man, I give!"

Again, Jake reluctantly released him, and the huge bodybuilder weakly curled into the fetal position to nurse his bruised and battered balls. After 30 minutes, Coach Payne managed to crawl to the turnstile, and sat there with cradling his tenderized testicles in his hands, as he emitted soft animal-like noises. Jake stood across the ring, burning with lust as he stared at the bodybuilder's reaction to the sickening pain emanating from his abused manhood.

"Ready for Round 3, big man?" Jake asked.

Payne whimpered in response. He had lost any will to fight.

"You want to throw in the towel, and admit I win?" Jake grinned.

Payne paused for a few seconds then nodded. His genitals hurt so badly that he couldn't think of fighting on and getting his manhood mangled even more.

"Well, you know that this means that you have to do whatever I want you to do for a whole week, right?" Jake continued.

"Fine..." Payne muttered.

"Great. Now let's start by getting naked," the triumphant teen commanded.

Payne gingerly got to his feet and peeled off the skimpy wrestling singlet. His once-proud balls were now swollen to almost twice their size and were an angry shade of red.

"Get over to the squat rack!" Jake ordered him. The naked bodybuilder lumbered over obediently, but slowly to avoid jostling his aching balls.

"I've seen you squat 500 lbs. I want to see you squat 550 tonight, big boy. 8 reps, 4 sets," Jake said.

"But... but... I can't.... I'm in no shape.... ooofff!" Jake cut off Payne's excuses with a swift punch to his dangling balls. Payne dropped to the ground, hugging himself and retching from the nauseating pain.

"I didn't ask for excuses. If you can't or won't do what I tell you, I'll just go on beating your big useless balls. I may even pop one just for fun," he threatened.

Payne trembled as he obediently loaded up the bar, and began squatting 550 lbs. His face was red as sweat poured from his forehead. Every time he paused or seemed to hesitate, Jake would lightly tap the base of his bobbing balls with his foot as a reminder. Fear eventually helped Payne complete the task.

"Good boy! Now let's go to bench some weights!"

Payne's bloated low-hanging balls rested on the bench, as he lay on his back. Jake slapped the safety bars on, and loaded up the barbell.

"You're gonna press 100 reps of 400 lbs, big boy," he ordered. Payne trembled in fear, unsure that he could complete it.

He managed 12 reps but began to weaken. He racked the barbell to rest, but Jake placed a 5 lb weight plate on his balls.

"Every time you stop, I will add weights on those worthless lumps of meat," he warned him.

Payne whimpered in terror as he tried to bench some more. He managed another 5 reps and had to rest. Now he had 10 lbs compressing his fragile, sperm-filled testicles against the bench. A gnawing ache was beginning to radiate from his groin into his abdomen.

Coach Payne squeezed out 5 more reps but had to rest again. His balls ached more with 15 lbs of pressure on the delicate organs. Sweat was pouring from his entire torso as he valiantly tried to bench more reps but only could deliver another 5. Jake grinned as 20 lbs of cold steel squished Payne's fat sac.

Payne's ordeal went on until he completed 50 reps and by now, there was 60 lbs of unforgiving metal compressing his ample balls. Under the heavy plates, they were deformed into oblong shapes, purplish red with engorged veins sticking out like worms across their surface.

"I can't anymore... please... my balls hurt too much. My pecs can't handle anymore," he begged with tears in his eyes.

Jake stared at him without an ounce of pity. "Since you failed, you will have to be punished," he said as he slowly removed the weight plates from Payne's testicles. The abused organs were now more than twice their size and purple.

"Get on your knees," Jake ordered the terrified Payne.

He obeyed and before he could say a word, Jake's foot sailed into the V formed by his thighs and smashed into his very sore, swollen and squishy sac, Payne's eyes bulged out and his jaw fell open in agony but the teen sadist rapidly delivered another savage kick to his brutalized genitals.

Payne released a strangled gasp as he crumpled to the ground on his side, sobbing in anguish. Jake pulled off his shorts, revealing his 12 inch throbbing hard-on. He knelt beside Payne's tear-stained face, and pulled out his phone.

"Suck it," he ordered, shoving the tip towards Payne's lips. Payne hesitated, his head swimming in a mixture of pain and humiliation. Jake seized his left testicle, and began crushing it. Payne's lips parted in the "O" of agony and Jake shoved his cock into Payne's mouth. He gagged as the huge member choked him but dutifully sucked on it. After a few minutes, Jake moaned as he emptied his load down Payne's throat. The once-arrogant bodybuilder gagged as globs of Jake's warm spunk shot down his throat. Jake recorded it all on his phone.

He pulled his cock out, put his shorts back on, and smiled at the bodybuilder.

"Great session, Coach! I'll be back tomorrow night for more. Remember, one week!" he said, as he gestured towards his phone, making it clear that if Coach Payne reneged on his promise, he would release the video of him servicing his cock. Jake walked out of the gym, leaving the naked Payne to wallow in his pain and misery.

 

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After his encounter with Andy, Chase kept to himself and avoided the three nerds like the plague. Despite being four times bigger than any of them, the massive linebacker had been beaten and humiliated twice, and lost much of his cockiness. His overgrown balls and ego bruised, the jock comforted himself by lifting harder, and eating more in a quest to get bigger and stronger. He spent two hours at the college gym every day, preferring to work out after 10pm when he had the entire gym to himself.

This particular night, Chase was working his legs as hard as he could. He loved leg day. Nothing gave him greater pleasure than feeling blood pump into his massive thighs, glutes, and calves, and then feeling them quiver as he tried to walk. His huge trunk-like legs were the perfect frame for the low-hanging plump balls he was so proud of, in his opinion. After an intense workout, Chase lumbered to the locker room. He dropped his shorts and peeled off his tank top, and stood in front of the mirror.

His hefty 6'7", 480 lb frame was clad only in a pair of cotton tighty-whities that barely contained his oversized, cum-filled testicles and beefy ass. He began flexing each muscle group, admiring his 30 inch arms, 80 inch chest, and 50 inch thighs. He didn't mind his soft-looking gut, he just wanted to be huge and muscular, not ripped and shredded like competing bodybuilders. He began squeezing his glutes in the mirror when he heard a cat-call in the locker room.

"Who's there?" he called out, startled.

From a corner, a petite 5'6" 120lb figure emerged. It was Diego, one of the nerds that had humiliated him.

"Nice ass," he commented with a smile.

"Shut the fuck up!" Chase spat back, suddenly self-conscious of his state of undress.

"Aww, come on. Don't be rude. I paid you a sincere compliment. You really do have a nice ass," Diego continued, obviously staring at Chase's thick rump.

"Get the fuck away from me. Fucking fag!" Chase retorted.

"Speaking of that, I heard what you and Andy did two weeks ago," Diego replied.

Chase froze. He was embarrassed and confused by his encounter with Diego's friend. He had been utterly beaten and humiliated but was extremely aroused by it.

"He attacked me. That's it," Chase stammered and turned away, his face bright red.

"That's not what I heard, man. I heard you attacked him, but then he beat your big ass, then fucked it so good you jizzed all over yourself," Diego went on, and cheekily grabbed a handful of Chase's ample butt cheek before darting off to a safe distance.

"Fuck you!" Chase exploded, spinning around and charging at Diego like an angry bull. The smaller male quickly stepped aside and swung a side kick that smacked into Chase's unprotected bulging balls. The burly jock screeched in anguish as he folded up from the bolt of pain shooting from his injured testicles.

"I came over because I was horned up, and was hoping you would let me play with your ass and balls," Diego chirped as Chase groaned in agony.

"I'm gonna kill you!" the bulky linebacker growled as he launched himself at Diego again, trying to ignore the blazing pain in his aching gonads. He swung wildly, grunting loudly as his brawny fists flying aimlessly and missing his opponent by miles. The hulking jock burned precious energy without hitting his target, and was soon exhausted. Panting and trying to suck in as much oxygen as his lungs could, Chase's red pudgy face was covered in sweat as he lumbered clumsily towards Diego.

"Look, you're either gonna make it easy or hard for yourself tonight. If you let me play with your balls and butt, I promise not too hurt your big boys too much and I will give you the best orgasm you've had. If you keep trying to hit me, I can't tell how much pain I'll inflict on those useless lumps of meat between your legs. I may even do permanent damage to those fat nuggets," Diego coolly warned Chase, gesturing at the jock's bulging genitals.

The brawny male was too angry to reason with. His muscles burned with lactic acid and his movements were slow and sluggish. As he clumsily tried to grab Diego, the smaller male dropped to his knees and shot a cruel uppercut that smashed into Chase's big bobbing balls with painful accuracy. The hefty linebacker gasped in shock and agony, his entire frame paralyzed. Before the jumbo-sized oaf could react, Diego unleashed two more uppercuts the heavy sperm-filled meatballs, one punch smacking into the right one, and another into the left.

Chase howled in anguish, his legs turned into rubber and he crumpled to the ground. Diego miscalculated his escape, and the massive bodybuilder fell right on top of him.

Surprised by the weight crashing down on him, Diego struggled to get free. Chase was consumed by the throbbing ache erupting from his abused manhood but realized that he was in a position to possibly annihilate his tormentor.

Both males struggled for an advantage. The pint-sized Diego was like an eel, ferociously fighting to escape Chase's immense weight and mass. Chase tried to suppress the horrible pain blazing from his damaged and battered balls as he struggled to pin Diego down. Finally, Chase managed to wrap his arms around Diego's head and neck.

"I've got you now!" Chase yelled victoriously as he began squeezing hard, aiming to crush the smaller male against his torso.

Diego struggled to get free but Chase was clearly too strong for him.

"Give up, bitch. I'm gonna crush your puny skull if you don't," Chase smirked, applying more pressure.

Diego began seeing stars as Chase squeezed his head and neck harder. Thinking quickly, he plunged his hands downwards. He managed to push his right hand through the Y-shaped slit in Chase's underwear and seized the larger male's fat, avocado-sized left testicle.

Diego began crushing the big, squishy, cum-laden testicle as hard as he could. Chase panicked as pain began exploding from his fragile gonad, and tried squeezing Diego's head harder.

Both were now locked in a literal battle of wills. Who could prevail would win. Diego and Chase fought as hard as they could, knowing that the victor would show no pity to the loser. Diego fought to withstand the crushing pain of Chase's head-lock as he  focused all his strength on the enormous bodybuilder's sizable but delicate testicle. Chase tried his best to ignore the immense torment inflicted on his gonad, hoping that he could choke out Diego before the pain got too much for him. The minutes ticked by as both men tried to force the other to surrender.

Chase's strength dwindled as the awful, sickening pain from his abused manhood increased exponentially. As Diego's fingers dug into the fragile, nerve-filled fleshy orb, distorting its round shape, waves of nausea and agony seared his entire body and brain. His abs began cramping from the terrible pain, making him cough and retch, and he could barely catch his breath. Diego sensed his burly opponent weakening, and managed to plunge his other hand into Chase's briefs to grab his right gonad. He now literally had the hefty jock by the balls.

Diego mashed Chase's engorged, bloated balls as if they were lumps of clay, his bony fingers digging into the squishy, meaty organs as he twisted and tugged on them, deforming the jock's once-proud genitals into a swollen, contorted mass of shiny, fleshy bubbles protruding through the gaps between Diego's fingers. The enormous bodybuilder gave up, unable to tolerate the tremendous pain in his manhood.

"I give... I'm done... I'm fucking done... I can't..." he croaked hoarsely, between coughs, as he released Diego, lifting his arms as if to surrender. Diego refused to let go of his mangled testicles.

"Please, man... I can't take any more," he begged, his eyes brimming with tears.

Diego maneuvered himself so that he had one knee on Chase's thick neck, while maintaining his death-grip on the colossal bodybuilder's tormented, tenderized testicles.

"That doesn't sound very convincing," Diego answered, giving Chase's battered balls an extra hard twist and pressing harder on Chase's neck.

"I give! I give! Please stop hurting my boys," Chase screeched hoarsely, his pasty face and manhandled genitals bright red.

"Beg me properly," Diego went on.

"Please, sir. I beg you to stop hurting me, sir, please," the husky bodybuilder whimpered pathetically.

"Why should I stop? What's in it for me?" he retorted.

"I'll do anything you want, sir!" Chase whined, desperate for some relief of the horrible aching pain tearing through his manhood.

"Ok. Remember, your promise. You'll do anything I want you to. If you don't, I'll make sure I pop your right nut!" Diego warned, flicking the swollen, bruised gonad for effect.

The humongous linebacker yelped pitifully and immediately curled up on the locker room floor, emitting weird animal-like noises as he nursed his overgrown, injured, shattered balls. Diego allowed the vanquished jock a short reprieve.

"On your knees!" he ordered. Chase struggled to get up, trying his hardest to note jostle his extremely sore genitals. He was so much bigger than Diego that he was almost as tall as him even on his knees. Diego stared coldly into the hefty jock's fear-filled eyes, and grabbed a handful of his hair. Chase's heavy balls hung so low that they rested on the floor. Diego placed his foot on the tenderized, inflamed organs, gradually pressing them against the cold, hard concrete until they were flattened.

Chase whimpered and sobbed in panic as pain began pulsating from his compressed balls and rising into his gut.

"Remember, big boy, you will do as I say or I will permanently damage to your worthless manhood," Diego reminded him tugging his head back and stepping harder on his aching genitals. Chase nodded anxiously, and crying out in pain, his will to fight completely sapped.

Diego smiled, and then planted his lips on Chase's trembling lips. He kissed the terrified jock passionately even while trampling on his battered balls. The massive bodybuilder's terror and anguish slowly morphed into lust and desire as he kissed Diego back.

"Oh, look, someone is excited! Look at that little nub!" Diego commented, gesturing at Chase's hard 3 inch micro-cock peeking out of his thick messy bush.

"On all fours!" he commanded, as he grabbed Chase's razor and shaving cream. Diego emptied the entire can of all over the jock's humongous body. He shaved his torso, arms and legs first. He proceeded to his groin, and placed the cold steel blade at the base of Chase's scrotum.

"Oh, god, no... please don't cut them off, sir," Chase began begging pitifully, petrified that he was about to be castrated.

"If you behave yourself and do as I say, I'll let you keep your fat worthless balls, big boy. Keep still or I may accidentally cut off that tiny dick, though. I can barely see it through your bush," Diego warned.

The burly linebacker obeyed, keeping completely still as Diego removed every single hair from his genitals. He then proceeded to shave Chase's fuzzy ass-cheeks, taking his time to admire how large and jiggly they were. Diego finally shaved his pink hole and took the opportunity to insert his finger inside. Chase emitted little involuntary moans of pleasure in response to Diego's gentle ministrations. His unimpressive cock became rock hard and a little stream of clear pre-cum began to drip to the floor.

"Fuck, that got me horny! Let me save that for later," Diego commented as he stopped playing with Chase's ass. He got up, his shorts tented by his massive boner. Chase stared at Diego's impressive bulge, his expression a mix of desire, fear, and humiliation.

"You'll get this later, big boy. Don't worry," Diego said, grabbing his hard cock through his shorts.

"Follow me," he ordered as he walked back into the gym. Chase obediently followed on all fours, his swollen, sagging balls sloshing from side to side. Diego led the huge jock to the power rack, tied his arms to the pull-up bars, and legs to sides of the rack so that they were spread far apart.

Chase made little whining noises, terrified of how the pint-sized sadist was planning to torture him.

"I'm gonna play with you first, big boy. Then I'm gonna fuck that phatty and give you a mind-blowing orgasm. You're going to be an obedient slave and take everything I'm going to dish out. Do you understand, boy?" Diego smiled.

"Yes..." Chase mumbled.

"Yes who?" Diego barked as he delivered a sharp backhand to Chase's dangling gonads.

"Yes, sir!" Chase howled in anguish, trying to bring his enormous thighs together in vain.

"That's better, boy. Now, let's start..." Diego announced, dropping to one knee behind the trembling bodybuilder.

The cruel nerd began speed-bagging the trapped jock's vulnerable, low-hanging testicles. Meaty thwacks rang out rhythmically as he delivered punches to Chase's bobbing balls. He started off gently, almost like a cat batting at a toy but progressively increased the force of his punches. As the smacking noises grew sickeningly louder, Chase's face contorted into a mask of utter agony, and sweat began pouring down his face and chest.

"Unhhh..... unhhhh.... unhhh..." came the strangled cries of agony from the husky jock as his abused manhood exploded with pain.

Diego slowed his punches down, and instead of delivering a steady stream, began firing quick jabs at Chase's very swollen testicles. Each jab was hard enough to cause Chase's floppy, heavy gonads to fly forwards and smack into the front of his thighs. The tormented bodybuilder gasped and yelped with each strike, trying his best not to scream or pass out from the agony. He writhed in pain but his restraints kept him securely in place.

Tiring of this, Diego picked up some elastic latex bands, and began whipping Chase's ample ass. Slightly relieved that his manhood was allowed a short break, Chase tried to withstand this new source of pain. His grunts grew louder and more high-pitched with each stinging lash, and soon his white pasty ass was covered in bright red welts.

Diego found a pair of boxing gloves, slipped them on, and stood in front of Chase. The bewildered and terrified bodybuilder was about to beg for mercy when the much smaller nerd unleashed a flurry of punches to his midsection. Chase grunted and gasped as Diego continued to pummel his gut, turning the solid wall of muscle beneath the layers of fat into mush. Chase's belly was soon an angry shade of crimson, just like his whipped ass and beaten balls. Just when he thought Diego was done, the tiny sadist began alternating punches between his gut and balls. Two blows to his belly would be followed by an uppercut to his traumatized testicles. Diego mercilessly continued his assault on the sobbing bodybuilder's midsection and manhood for an agonizing ten minutes. Chase was in a world of unbelievable pain, as his abused gonads turned from red to purple and swelled to the size of a pair of grapefruits.

"Please, sir... please... I can't take anymore," he wheezed.

"Didn't I tell you to take it like a man?" Diego reprimanded, as he stopped.

"Please, sir. The pain is too much," Chase begged.

"This is what pussies like you get," he answered, pulling off his boxing gloves in contempt. Diego grabbed Chase's long, loose scrotum around its base and yanked down hard on his distended, bruised balls. Chase's eyes grew wide with terror and he began to scream in agony. Diego then tugged Chase's aching balls towards him with one hand, and with the other, punched the hefty jock in his gut repeatedly with his bare fist. Diego's used the bodybuilder's pendulous balls to hold him in place as he drilled punches into his soft gut. The beefy jock could only make gurgling and choking noises, unable to scream or speak with the wind knocked out of him repeatedly.

After what seemed like an eternity, Diego finally stopped. The linebacker was now reduced to a blubbering and sobbing mess, gasping for air while retching and coughing from the nauseating agony exploding from his flabby gut and ponderous genitals. The pint-sized nerd released Chase's arms from the restraints, and immediately, the jock dropped to the ground, his face against the cold concrete and his wide thick ass in the air.

"It's like you know exactly what to do for me," Diego chuckled.

Diego spread Chase's chunky ass-cheeks apart, and began thrusting his tongue in and around his sensitive pink hole. The bulky bodybuilder's mewling noises soon transformed into soft moans of ecstasy. Diego pulled his shorts down, and his 12 inch throbbing boner popped out. He slid it into Chase's wet pink hole. The traumatized jock shuddered with desire and lust as he felt Diego's whopping member inside him. Involuntarily, he began moving his hips backward, the sensations of the nerd's monster cock rubbing his prostate driving him insane with pleasure.

"Damn, you can't wait now, can you, big boy?" Diego exclaimed as Chase continued backing his ass up against his cock. Diego's waist was smaller than one of the hulking jock's butt cheeks but his gigantic foot-long dick stretched Chase's hole to its limits.

Chase moaned softly, his pain completely replaced by pleasure. Diego grabbed Chase around his wide hips and began thrusting hard. 

"Oh, yeah... fuck yeah... fuck that feels so good..." Chase moaned.

After a few minutes, the beefy bodybuilder let out a loud guttural groan, and his entire frame spasmed as globs of jizz spilled from his tiny dick. Diego continued pounding the big jock's ample ass causing ropes of Chase's spunk to fly about. Soon, he himself climaxed as he emptied his hot load into Chase's hole. 

"Wow," Diego exclaimed, as he pulled out slowly, and a stream of white milky cum dripped from the jock's raw hole all the way down his bruised and swollen gonads.

"You really do have an amazing ass. I think you emptied my balls completely," he continued as he got up.

Chase got on his knees, his brain giddy and swimming in a whirlpool of pain and pleasure. Diego wiped his cock all over the jock's face. Without prompting, Chase licked off the final drops of semen from his cock, surrendering the remnants of his masculinity.

"We should do this again, big boy. I really do like playing with your fat balls and thick ass," Diego smiled as he left the gym.

No matter how big you are, you'll get bitched by the balls

Revenge of the Nerds - Part 2

Humiliated by how he had been beaten by three geeks, Chase burned with fury for days as he plotted his revenge. The football jock thought that he lost because the three of them ganged up on him, even though he was bigger and heavier than the three nerds put together. Chase decided that if he could isolate them, he was guaranteed to beat each of them to a pulp and rape them as payback. After all, he was four times bigger than each nerd.

Andy was his first target. He knew that Andy lived in the dorm farthest from the library and the path back took him past lecture halls that were always empty in the evening. As Andy walked back, a big dark silhouette emerged from the shadows about 10 feet in front of him. He stopped in his tracks as the dark figure slowly approached.

"You don't have your geeky boyfriends with you now, boy?" a voice said menacingly.

Andy took a few steps back as the 6'7", 450 lb linebacker closed in.

"Scared, you little pussy?" Chase continued, as he continued to walk towards Andy.

"Why should I be scared of you?" Andy shot back fearlessly, despite his tiny 5', 90 lb frame.

"Because I'm gonna pulverize you and then fuck you for what you did last week, you little bitch!" Chase spat.

"If I recall, you were our little bitch last week!" Andy replied.

"That's because your fucking little friend fought dirty and grabbed my balls!" Chase shouted, getting angrier by the moment.

"Well, if your balls weren't so useless and weak, Diego wouldn't have been able to beat you so easily!" Andy went on.

"I'm gonna beat you up so badly you're friends won't recognize you. Then I'm gonna empty these big boys in your little ass, bitch! I've got a week's worth of jizz to fill up your  scrawny ass!" Chase continued, grabbing his overgrown testicles.

"Not with that little micro-dick of yours!" Andy snapped back.

Chase growled, and lunged at Andy. Andy danced out of his reach and the behemoth kept trying to grab hold of the pint-sized geek without success.

"Come on, big boy! Come get me!" he goaded the massive jock as he bobbed and weaved out of Chase's reach.

The bulking brute finally cornered Andy, and grabbed him around the neck. Chase smirked and was about to start pummeling the tiny male, but it was like grabbing hold a wild cat. Andy fought back with unbridled ferocity. A flurry of fists flew at the surprised bully, smacking into his face, and soft bulging gut, surprising him and driving him back a few steps. Chase lifted his brawny arms to try to block the attack but Andy's fists then flew between his huge thighs and smashed into his fat bobbing balls, the rapid fire attack to his delicate manhood drawing screams of anguish from the stricken giant.

Chase doubled over to protect his traumatized testicles but Andy delivered a few punches to his jaw and then another flurry of punches that collided with his badly aching balls. Chase's head was swimming with pain from his head, gut, and groin as he clumsily tried to grab hold of the merciless fighter while doubled over.

Andy was relentless. The huge jock was bent over in agony, his abdominal muscles cramping up from the nauseating pain exploding from his big sorry balls. Andy grabbed him around the neck in a tight head-lock and began driving his knee up between his legs, smashing into Chase's bruised and battered gonads over and over again.

The wannabe bully's heavy dangling balls were ablaze with pain. His legs began to turn into jelly but Andy held him up in the headlock as he blasted more knees at his cum-filled, oversized testicles. Each blow lifted the burly jock off the ground by a couple of inches.

Finally tiring, Andy released Chase from the headlock but quickly shoved him face first against the wall. Instinctively, Chase straightened up to avoid smashing his face against it. Andy kicked the husky bully's large, jiggly ass so that he was flush against the wall, then pulled his familiar dirty grey basketball shorts down to his ankles.

"Oh, so someone decided to wear a jockstrap to protect his worthless balls!" Andy remarked, as Chase began sobbing.

"Please, man... I'm sorry... I'm sorry," he whined.

"I don't think they worked very well, big boy," Andy said as he drove a cruel uppercut between Chase's hefty ass cheeks, blasting into his plump gonads, slamming the fragile spunk-makers against his pelvis.

The brawny football player screeched in pain and tried to double over but was trapped against the wall in an upright position.

Andy pulled the side of the jockstrap's pouch, and Chase's rapidly-swelling and very red balls flopped out, swaying invitingly midway between his pelvis and knees.

Andy smiled as an idea flashed in his head. He grabbed the jock's pendulous scrotum backwards,, and between his ass-cheeks, drawing a loud yelp of pain from him. He then looped the thick elastic band of Chase's jockstrap around his sagging nutsac, trapping his red, swollen testicles just above his ass-crack and forcing him to arch his back as far back as he could.

Chase whimpered in anguish but his punishment was far from over. Andy grabbed a handful of hair and forced him to waddle into an empty lecture hall. It was a ridiculous sight - a pint-sized college nerd was dragging along a huge heavyset jock five times bigger than he was. He forced Chase to lie down on his stomach on the large desk in front of the hall, his lower body hanging off the end. Andy removed Chase's shoelaces, and tied his hands together under the desk. He then pulled off Chase's shorts, tore them in half and used them to tie his legs to the desk, immobilizing the hefty jock with his legs spread vulnerably.

Chase panicked and began screaming for help. Andy calmly took his larger left testicle between his index finger and thumb and pressed down hard. His fingers dug into the ultra-sensitive squishy flesh of Chase's left nut, and the inhumane pain erupting from it turned his loud screams into hoarse keening and retching sounds.

"If you scream again, I will pop your worthless balls, do you understand? Before anyone gets here, I can easily destroy these weak, useless lumps," Andy threatened.

Chase nodded miserably.

"You're going to be punished for being a bad boy! You will take your punishment like a man" Andy scolded as he picked up a long ruler. He began spanking Chase's ample ass until his pasty buttocks was covered in angry red welts. Chase cried loudly in pain and humiliation but Andy began spanking his trapped testicles. The big jock's cries turned into high-pitched mewling noises as Andy sadistically beat his bruised and bloated balls until they swelled to twice their size and turned a purplish maroon.

Andy smiled as he untangled Chase's long, floppy scrotum from his jockstrap's band. He lifted his heavy, swollen testicles up and let them swing downwards like a pendulum. The trapped bully squealed as his aching, abused balls smacked into the side of the wooden desk with an audible thwack. Andy chuckled and continued treating the tormented hulk's bruised and battered balls like a pendulum, seeing how hard he could make them collide with the desk, causing Chase's huge frame to quiver with pain.

Torturing the massive brute's overgrown genitals was extremely arousing for Andy, and after a while, he dropped his jeans and underwear to reveal his throbbing 10 inch boner. He climbed on Chase's back, who began pitifully whimpering and begging for mercy. Andy pushed his erect cock between Chase's colossal ass-cheeks, and began grinding slowly as he gently nibbled the back of his neck. Despite the awful pain blasting from his stricken gonads, the jock's sobs soon turned into little moans of pleasure and involuntarily arched his back to give Andy better access to his thick ass. Andy's huge cock leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, effectively lubing up Chase's crack. Soon, Andy slid his massive member into Chase's tight hole.

The would-be bully gasped in shock as his virginal ass was violated but as Andy thrust back and forth, the horny jock was soon in the throes of pleasure. He moaned in ecstasy as Andy's dick hit his prostate repeatedly, electrifying his loins with sensations he never experienced before.

"I'm cumming..." Chase groaned as his burly figure shook uncontrollably and a stream of jizz spilled from his cock.

"Fuck... my turn," Andy announced as he let out a guttural groan. Chase felt Andy's monster dick throb hard inside his rectum, filling it up with warm semen.

Andy pulled out, spent but satisfied, and took a few seconds to admire the sight of his spunk leaking from Chase's red, raw hole down his bruised, bloated, low-hanging testicles before dripping on the ground.

Andy knelt in front of Chase and gazed into his tear-stained face. Chase's expression was a mixture of pain, humiliation, confusion and lust.

"Please let me go, man," he begged miserably. In a moment of uncontrollable passion, Andy stood back up, his semi-flaccid cock right in front of Chase's face.

"If you want me to let you go, you know what to do." he smiled.

Chase closed his eyes as he licked Andy's cock clean, trying not to gag as he tasted his salty cum.

"Suck it, big boy," he ordered. Chase dutifully placed his lips around Andy's dick and began servicing him.

"You've got skills, boy," Andy moaned, his cock stiffening again.

"I knew you were a good cock-sucker," he continued, as he shoved his fat dick down Chase's throat, causing him to gag. He grabbed the jock's messy hair and literally began skull-fucking him, and within minutes, a gush of hot coppery milk blasted down Chase's throat.

Chase winced, and forced himself to swallow every last drop, terrified of what would happen to his manhood if he dared spit Andy's jizz out.

"You made me cum twice!" he exclaimed, as he untied the traumatized would-be bully.

Chase gingerly got off the table. As he bent over to untie his legs, Andy spotted his obscenely swollen and bruised testicles flopping about vulnerably between his heavily muscled thighs. Unable to resist, he swung a wicked backhand towards Chase's fat bulging gonads.

A nauseating thwack rang out, followed by a strangled gasp from the stricken jock. The oversized bully sank on his haunches, hugging himself, and crying in anguish as he nursed his broken balls.

Andy chuckled as he strolled back to his dorm, feeling his cock begin to stiffen again as he heard Chase's distressed keening noises in the background.

Just when you think you've won, he grabs you by the nuts

Crush his balls from behind

Make him cry for his balls

Loser gets his balls crushed

Humbled and crushed

Loser gets his nuts crushed

Oww my balls!

The Lesson

It was just before college graduation, and excitement was in the air. Everyone looked forward to starting a new chapter in life. The graduates from the business degree course were just as excited, but were also looking forward to an extra lesson for one of their classmates. Ethan had been insufferable his entire life. Rich, spoiled, entitled, rude, obnoxious, and smart, he enjoyed insulting, berating, and undermining everyone who had the misfortune of meeting him. He was built like a linebacker, standing at 6'5", and weighing over 300 lbs from spending hours lifting and eating, not actual sports, but fancied himself an athlete. Teachers and students hated him but no one ever said anything to him, because of his size, and wealth.

His male classmates invited Ethan to a party, telling him he was the guest of honor. Since he thought he was the most popular kid on campus, he gladly accepted. The party was in an old barn a few miles from the campus. Ethan drove up in his new Maserati, and strolled in, wearing loud red sweat pants, a white tank top, and a beanie. He was a faux gangster, with the clothing and swagger but definitely not the toughness. Ethan never wore underwear, proud of his big, apple-sized, low-hanging balls. He loved how they swayed and bobbed about as he walked around, and completely enjoyed the stares he got. In fact, he was so proud of his ample gonads that he only wore sweat pants or shorts, ensuring that the world got a good view of his fat babymakers.

"What's up, losers?" he hollered as he entered the barn. About 20 people looked towards him.

"What kind of lousy party is this?" Ethan continued, looking around.

"No fucking food, beer, or DJ. What the fuck?" he said, looking disgusted.

"We were here for you, big guy," someone answered.

"Well I fucking want pizza and beer, losers!" Ethan berated them.

The burly oaf walked around the barn, looking for food and alcohol.

"Fucking fuck... you fucking losers can't organize shit! What kind of fucking shitty party is this?!" he shouted, visibly enraged.

The group of males gathered in a loose circle around him.

"Come on, bitches! Speak up! Who the fuck organized this sad ass party?" Ethan went on, raising his arms and staring at the group.

"Can we just do it already? He's pissing me off!" a voice said behind him.

Ethan spun around. "Which one of you little bitches said that?" he demanded.

"You! It was you! What the fuck is your problem, you little prick?" Ethan spat as he grabbed Paul by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

Paul immediately yanked Ethan's beanie over his face, and big oaf instinctively dropped him and fumbled to pull the beanie off. While the oversized brute was distracted, Paul grabbed his broad shoulders and drove his knee upwards, crashing into Ethan's fat dangling testicles, feeling the satisfying crunch of his kneecap mashing the brute's big balls against his pelvis.

The burly male let out a howl of anguish as he doubled over in pain. Someone then yanked his tank top over his head and arms, blinding him and disabling his brawny arms. Disoriented and his stricken gonads throbbing with pain, Ethan spread his legs for balance as he fumbled to pull away his tank top. Big mistake. A swift kick flew up from behind and collided with his overgrown bobbing balls, and before he could protect his abused manhood, another kick smashed into his jizz-filled nards from the front and another from the back.

"FUCK..... FUCKING FUCK...." he screamed in agony as he spun around, bent at the waist, trying to escape the cruel kicks aimed at the large testicles he was so proud of. A fist flew between his thick ass cheeks and smacked into his big sorry balls. A flurry of fists, back hands, and slaps rained down on his rapidly-swelling nards from all directions. The jumbo-sized organs were an easy target for his tormentors, flopping about invitingly in his pink pendulous nutsac. Ethan's muscular arms flailed about helplessly trying to stop the blows from smacking into his vulnerable, aching testicles.

The pain eventually became too overwhelming, and the husky male slowly sank to his knees, too weak to even try to remove the tank top still wrapped around his head. A few guys grabbed his arms to keep him upright. Someone wrapped the tank top around his face more securely.

"Why man? Why? Why are you doing this to me? he whined, his voice three octaves higher, and his thick legs trembling like jello.

"Because you've been a complete douche the whole time. You talk down to us, you insult us in class, you disrupt the class every fucking chance you get," came a reply.

"Yeah, we're sick of your shit, you fat narcissistic asshole," another voice said, as someone pulled his sweats down to his ankles.

"Please... I'm sorry... Don't hurt my big boys any more... I wanna have kids," Ethan begged pitifully.

A few seconds of silence followed, as the guys stared at Ethan's exposed genitals. His sperm-filled balls were as big and as red as apples, hanging mid-way between his knees and groin, but his dick was barely visible through his thick blond bush. The laughter started.

"What the fuck is that...?" someone commented.

"Is that little nub his dick?" came another comment.

"No way!"

"It's freaking tiny!"

"It looks like a baby carrot!"

"That's the tiniest cock I've seen!"

Ethan began sobbing in pain and humiliation, as the comments about his micro-dick continued. 

"Dude, don't worry about having kids. You couldn't fuck with that small stumpy thing!"

"He never wore fucking underwear. Always trying to show off his junk but his cock is so tiny!"

"It looks so weird compared to his giant freaky balls."

"I mean, how could a big guy have such a tiny dick but huge balls?"

"Maybe that's why he's such an asshole. Small dick syndrome!"

Someone flicked his cock, and Ethan yelped in shock. More guys began pulling at and flicking his minuscule dick, creating another source of pain for the whimpering bully. Despite his pain, Ethan soon had a raging hard-on.

"He likes guys hitting him in the junk!"

"The only way he gets hard is when someone smacks his dick!"

"Look at his boner!"

"It's still tiny. Like two and a half inches?"

"What the fuck... why does he have a baby cock?"

Soon, Ethan heard the sounds of phone cameras snapping. Horrified that the guys were taking pics of his exposed genitals, he struggled to free himself but to no avail. A flurry of punches, back-hands, uppercuts, and slaps were unleashed on Ethan's battered and bloated balls. Loud meaty thwacks rang out in the empty barn as each blow collided with his rapidly-swelling gonads. He squealed loudly with each blow until his voice became hoarse. His whole body quivered like jelly from the awful pain erupting from his overgrown genitals. He doubled over in agony, sobbing loudly as he tried to squeeze his mammoth thighs together to protect his traumatized testicles. It was useless, the fat distended meatballs protruded invitingly between his hamstrings.

Someone grabbed his left testicls, and another person grabbed his right nut.

"Oh God, please don't... please don't," he wailed miserably.

"Which one hurts more? Left or right?" a voice called out. Both people began sadistically mashing each cum-laden meatball as if they were worthless lumps of dough.

"Left! Right! Left! Right! Oh fuck... left!!! No right!!!" Ethan screamed in anguish as his big sorry balls were squeezed, crushed, twisted, and yanked mercilessly.

"Left or right, big boy?" someone asked.

"BOTH! THEY BOTH FUCKING HURT LIKE FUCK!" he howled and immediately began dry-heaving.

Satisfied that Ethan had learned his lesson, they let him go. The burly arrogant bully dropped to the ground like a sack of bricks, weakly clutching his bruised and abused manhood as he curled up in a fetal position. He sobbed softly as they began shaving his crotch.

"Don't move or else we may accidentally cut off your baby dick."

"Yeah, we can barely see it through your bush."

After they were done, the derisive comments continued.

"It looks weirdly like a baby's dick now that we shaved off his pubes."

"Fucking gross. Weird fucking micro-cock."

The guys left the former bully to wallow in his pain, humiliation and misery.

One of the guys, Adrian, felt bad for Ethan. No matter how much of an asshole he was, Adrian felt sorry for how the guys pummeled his vulnerable gonads. Adrian headed back to the barn to check on him about half an hour later. Ethan had managed to stagger to his feet, pull on his tank top, and was gingerly walking towards his car, his massively-swollen aching testicles erupting with pain with every step he took.

"You ok, man?" Adrian asked, as he walked up.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Ethan shot back.

"Do you need me to help you drive back to campus?" Adrian continued.

"Let you drive my brand new Maserati? Are you fucking high?" Ethan went on.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital to get checked out?" Adrian asked, trying to be as patient as he could.

"Get out of my way, you stupid peasant. Go back to that cheap ugly 10 year old Ford you call a car," the bully retorted as he tried to shove Adrian away. The 5'3", 120 lb cheerleader sent a kick between Ethan's massive thighs, neatly smashing into the rude bully's already badly-battered and bruised balls.

"Urkkk!" Ethan gasped as he folded up like a pretzel. Before he could react, Adrian opened the door of Ethan's Maserati, grabbed him by his hair and shoved him head first inside, leaving the beefy bully's lower body outside the vehicle. Ethan was so hefty that his arms were trapped in this position. Adrian then pulled Ethan's sweats down, exposing his large pasty ass and grotesquely inflamed balls.

Ethan cursed and screamed in protest but Adrian silenced him by dropping his knee on Ethan's distended bull balls, crushing them against the metal car frame.

"You better shut the fuck up and stop struggling, or I'll may just pop one of these big boys," he threatened.

"NO! NO! Please don't break my balls!" Ethan cried out in panic.

"You are a such an asshole that you couldn't even be civil to someone trying to help you. You deserve what you got tonight. I'm gonna make sure you remember this lesson, you small-dicked big-balled pig," Adrian reprimanded him as he pulled his zip down. His thick 10 inch cock sprang out, hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum. He spread Ethan's ample ass cheeks, exposing his pink fuzzy hole, and spat on it.

Ethan began to protest but Adrian slammed his huge member into the bully's virgin hole, drawing a loud yelp. He plunged his cock balls-deep, and began thrusting furiously, his taut balls slapping the whimpering bully's taint. After about 10 minutes, he pulled out and sprayed ropes of thick white jizz all over Ethan's husky ass, making sure that the final squirts landed on the bully's raw red hole, and bruised scrotum.

"I'm sorry man... please... I can't take anymore! I'm sorry I was rude to you. Please, dude..." Ethan begged, finally showing some signs of remorse.

Adrian drove off, leaving the devastated bully there as he was, whining pitifully with his meaty spunk-stained ass and bloated balls exposed.

Big low hangers

Gladiators - Part 1

Three barbarians from the northern tribes were captured while trying to spy on the capital of the Empire. Commander Tarax and two of his best lieutenants, Urden and Volos were spotted by a patrol and quickly arrested then imprisoned in the palace to await their fate.

Despite being imprisoned by their sworn enemies, the barbarians were surprised by how well they were being treated. They expected to be tortured and killed but instead were fed lavishly, and their prisons were surprisingly comfortable. For a whole month, they were treated more like royal guests than prisoners of war.

"The Empire has grown soft. They must be afraid of us," Urden commented.

"They will soon surrender to our tribes," Tarax answered.

"They're cowards! Look at those puny little boys they call soldiers!" Volos laughed arrogantly, pointing at the slender, 5'5" tall sentries.

"Yeah, they're afraid of real men like us!" Urden roared, thumping his broad muscular chest.

The barbarians were giants that lived in the forests beyond the northern border of the Empire. Urden and Volos both stood at 8 feet. Volos weighed about 630 pounds but Urden was a much heftier 700 pounds. Tarax was 7'5" tall and weighed a beefy 550 pounds. They were muscled and lean when captured, but after a month of gorging on bountiful food, became muscular and husky.

"Yeah, bring more of that, bitch!" Volos barked at a guard who slid a large tray of food under the door.

"I haven't emptied my load in more than a month. I could just grab him and fuck him until he breaks in half!" Urden complained, grabbing his 9 inch flaccid cock and grapefruit-sized balls hanging half way between his groin and knees. Volos agreed, also lewdly thrusting him hips back and forth, causing his ample, hanging genitals to swing around with his skimpy loin cloth.

The barbarians were surprised later that morning by a group of guards who led them out of their jails. They cooperated, thinking that they were being released, and talked loudly about how they were going to march home as heroes after proving how cowardly the Empire had been.

They were led into a small enclosure. Tarax was separated from Urden and Volos, and told that as Commander, he was to speak to the Emperor. The barbarians agreed, not suspecting anything amiss. Urden and Volos both sat patiently in the dimly-lit area as Tarax was led down a long tunnel. As he emerged from a tunnel, a bright ray of sunlight blinded him and he stopped in his tracks to regain his senses. Without warning, the soldiers grabbed and immobilized him quickly, tying his arms and legs behind him.

"Get off me!" Tarax roared as he tried to fight back. He was hoisted by the ropes on a wooden frame that was wheeled along. He was completely helpless, hanging in mid-air with his brawny arms and huge legs bound behind him. He was startled as he exited the tunnel into a gleaming stadium, packed with cheering crowds, and then led up a dais on a large balcony.

"Welcome!" a voice called out from behind him. Suspended in mid-air, Tarax craned his thick neck to try to see who was behind him.

"I am Emperor Trajan," the voice continued. Slowly, a young male, no more than 20 years of age, strolled to face the hog-tied barbarian. He had striking green eyes, and auburn hair that seemed to glisten in the sunlight.

"Let me go, boy! Or I'll fucking kill you!" Tarax screamed.

"You seem quite tied up. I don't think you'll be able to go anywhere," Emperor Trajan replied, unperturbed. He walked behind the angry but helpless hulking male, and patted his beefy muscled ass.

"I'll fuck you then cut you into pieces!" Tarax spat as he struggled.

"I wouldn't be making threats if I was in such a vulnerable position, barbarian," Emperor Trajan warned, as he eyed Tarax's big bulging balls. They were the size of cantaloupes, hanging helplessly between his bound legs. Without warning, the Emperor grabbed the stunned barbarian's fuzzy ballsac around its thin neck, yanked down hard as he twisted and pulled the hulking male's fat testicles backwards. Tarax roared in agony and shock as nauseating pain exploded from his manhood. The sadistic young Emperor pulled the brawny barbarian's fat, sweaty, hairy testicles as far as his ball-cords would stretch as the enormous male struggled and screamed in anguish. The ropes held him securely in place, and Tarax was utterly helpless.

"Good job with the ropes, Captain," Trajan exclaimed as he released Tarax's aching balls and wiped the sweat off his hand. Tarax groaned in pain, his abdomen heaving as waves of pain pulsated from his traumatized manhood.

The Emperor strode to the middle of the dais, lifted his arms to the cheering crowds, and announced, "Let the games begin!"

As he took his seat, an announcer took over.

"Today we have a match like you have never seen before! Two giants from the north will fight against one of our own warriors!" the voice boomed.

A trap door in the middle of the arena opened up, and a platform rose. The crowd cheered loudly as two massive, burly barbarians emerged, wearing animal skin loin cloths that barely covered their ponderous genitals and wielding large menacing battle axes. Tarax's jaw fell open - it was Urden and Volos. It was clear to him now - they weren't being released, and the Empire wasn't surrendering anything to the tribes - Tarax and his men were play-things for the sadistic Trajan.

Urden and Volos seemed a bit surprised at the stadium and crowd. Trajan stood up.

"Barbarians! I offer you your freedom if you can beat one of my warriors in combat today," he announced.

"We can beat a hundred of your puny warriors!" Urden roared back defiantly.

"Let us start with one. Two of you should be able to beat one man, I imagine!" Trajan replied.

"Bring him out! I will tear him to pieces and feed them to my dogs!" Volos sneered.

The Emperor nodded, and into the arena strode a male, about 5'4", 100 pounds, with a lean muscular frame. He appeared to be about 18, wore a black tunic with long blond hair tied back in a pony tail. His weapon of a simple staff that was almost as tall as he was.

Urden and Volos laughed as they waved their axes around.

"That's your best warrior?! That little boy holding a stick?" Urden mocked.

"This is Ares. He is in training at the moment. I didn't think it would be fair if one of my trained soldiers fought you," Trajan continued.

"A stick? Does the little boy need a ball to play with as well?" Volos laughed.

"I will let Volos fight him. It wouldn't be fair if I joined in and beat the little boy as well. After Volos is done with him, the pretty boy could play with these balls," Urden taunted, grabbing his large bobbing testicles obscenely. He then lumbered off to the side, leaving Volos and Ares in the center of the stadium.

Volos smirked as he circled Ares. His humongous frame dwarfed the pint-sized teen, who seemed unusually calm in the face of such a gargantuan opponent. With a roar, Volos raised his axe and swung it down at Ares. The crowd gasped in shock as Ares quickly dodged the blow and the axe smashed into the ground. Volos continued his assault, grunting loudly as he swung his heavy axe again, aiming to decapitate his pint-sized opponent, but missing. Ares barely budged from his position but easily dodged it. Volos grew visibly angry, and roared as he began swinging his axe wildly, trying to chop Ares into pieces. The teen warrior numbly dodged the barbarian's clumsy assault, and every swing of the axe that cut empty air sapped the bigger male's strength.

The enormous barbarian turned red with exhaustion and frustration, beads of sweat pouring from his face and torso. His expansive chest began heaving as he grew breathless.

"Keep still and fight me!" he screamed in fury. Ares could see his attacks were slowing significantly, and it was harder for him to raise the heavy axe.

"Ok, big boy," Ares replied with a sly smile.

As the axe descended inches away from his head, Ares ducked to the side, and smacked Volos across the face. The massive barbarian was surprised and briefly stunned. The crowd cheered for Ares, and he delivered three more strikes to Volos' face with his staff, sending the giant into retreat.

Infuriated, Volos tried to fight back with his axe. He swung about blindly, wasting precious energy and chopping nothing but air. As Ares dodged each blow, he counter-attacked with accurate strikes of his staff, hitting the barbarian's face again and again. Worn down, and partially blinded by his swollen face, Volos raised the axe high above his head and brought it down, trying to cut Ares in half. The smaller male ducked between the hulking barbarian's trunk-like legs, which were spread apart for balance. As Volos brought the axe down to the ground with a loud clang and was bent at his waist, Ares swung his staff between the larger male's thighs, striking his left testicle with deadly accuracy. Volos screamed in shock and agony but Ares delivered another blow, this time to the barbarian's right testicle. He danced away as the crowd applauded and Volos doubled over, screaming in pain, and clutching his aching gonads.

Urden was incensed at how Ares had beaten Volos. He plodded to towards Volos, who was squirming on the ground groaning in pain a while nursing his injured balls, and picked up his axe. He was much burlier and stronger than Volos, and wielded two huge axes with apparent ease. He charged at Ares, swinging both weapons at him. Ares dodged and retreated as the giant bull of a barbarian continued his charge, his pendulous, fat gonads swinging from side to side, and axes flying like wind-mills. Urden was unrelenting and did not tire as fast as Volos. Ares decided that he had to counterattack before Urden did real damage, and struck Urden's right wrist with his staff. The barbarian yelped in pain and dropped the axe. Ares struck his left wrist and caused him to drop the other axe as well.

He feigned an attempt to grab the battle axe, and Urden immediately panicked, trying to grab it as well. Ares now had the hefty giant right where he wanted him, bent over with his head within striking distance. Ares kicked Urden across the side of his head and sent the burly barbarian reeling. Stunned, the giant stumbled backwards, holding his head protectively but leaving himself vulnerable to attack. Ares swung his foot between Urden's spread thighs, smashing into his dangling, cum-laden balls with a sickening thwack that echoed across the stadium. Urden roared in anguish, instinctively doubling over in pain, but Ares brought his knee up to crash into his descending face. The enormous gorilla of a man was completely stunned, staggering backwards, as he straightened up to protect his face. The sadistic Ares gave him no respite, delivering another  savage kick to the barbarian's ponderous, meaty gonads and before the cocky barbarian could protect his manhood, swiftly kicked the cum-filled orbs again.

Urden sank to his knees, intense pain from his head and groin paralyzing his husky frame. During his fight with Urden, Ares almost forgot about Volos who was now rushing to Urden's rescue. Volos grabbed Ares around the waist but Ares immediately swung an elbow into his face, smashing his nose and causing him to release the smaller warrior. Ares raised his fists to challenge the  huge barbarian who obliged by unleashing a torrent of hay-makers. The crowd was wild with excitement. Instead of weapons, the gladiators were now fighting with their bare hands.

Just like his assault with the axe, Volos' punches were clumsy and ineffectual. Ares dodged every blow with ease. He swung an uppercut that smashed into Volos' ample, sperm-filled balls drawing a screech from the bigger man. Before Volos could double over, Ares sent two more savage uppercuts to his aching testicles. The beefy barbarian sank to his knees in anguish, clutching his battered balls and groaning. As his massive opponent knelt before him, Ares elbowed him across the temple, stunning him as he grabbed his straggly hair, kicked his hands away from his groin, and swung his foot between his muscular thighs. Volos' eyes bugged out and strangled gasps escaped his open mouth as Ares smashed his foot into his big, bloated and bruised testicles repeatedly. The sickening pain became too much for the barbarian and he soon slumped over, out cold.

Urden saw how Ares had punished Volos and with his fat testicles throbbing with inhuman pain, he had lost his will to fight. Ares spotted the big, chunky barbarian clumsily running across the stadium towards an exit. He released the unconscious Volos, grabbed his staff and gave chase. He caught up with the lumbering Urden easily, who was loudly pleading for mercy as he turned back and saw the lithe warrior approaching. Ares tripped the massive bull with his staff, sending his huge beefy frame tumbling forwards.

Urden lay still, face down and temporarily stunned.  Ares walked up between the V formed by his thick, brawny legs. Urden's swollen grapefruit-sized testicles rested on the dirt, nestled between his enormous thighs. Ares smiled as he lifted his foot and brought it down hard. Urden screeched as Ares began grinding his left testicle against the ground like it was a juicy bug. Each of the barbarian's sperm-laden balls was bigger than Ares' foot and so the cruel teen warrior decided that he would crush each in turn, letting his foot roll from one gonad to the other. He spent about a minute on each testicle, pulverizing the meaty organs with his foot, enjoying feeling how the firm orbs gradually became flatter, and squishier, and the soft contents of Urden's scrotum slid about as he crushed them against the dirt. Urden's screams soon turned into animal-like mewling noises as his once-proud manhood was slowly turned into a swollen, mushy mess.

"You wanted to fuck me earlier didn't you, big boy? Why did you run away?" Ares asked.

"No... please.... no," Urden begged, his deep voice now raspy and high-pitched.

"You wanted me to play with your balls, didn't you?" Ares continued as he ground Urden's right testicle into the dirt.

"Please.... no more...." the husky barbarian whimpered.

"I'll play with them, big boy. I'll play with them until I am satisfied," Ares said, menacingly.

He then took his staff and began prodding between Urden's thick ass-cheeks, poking at the barbarian's tight hole. Urden screamed in protest at this new violation of his masculinity. His huge burly frame spasmed from the pain exploding from his crushed testicles, and the giant couldn't muster any strength to fight back. The crowd was shocked but impressed at the young warrior's sadism. The colossal barbarian sobbed loudly as Ares crushed his big bloated balls and violated his ass with a staff. Tarax hung his head in shame. He couldn't believe that one of his best fighters was being humiliated so publicly by a much smaller teen. Despite his, his cock swelled. Tarax was utterly confused and ashamed. How could he be turned on by the sight of a much smaller male defeating and humiliating Urden?

Deciding to further degrade the enormous but cowardly barbarian, Ares grabbed the man's swollen gonads, which now looked like watermelons, from behind and pulled upwards. Urden sobbed as he was forced to his feet, the sickening pain exploding from his traumatized testicles made every muscle in his body feel like jelly. It was a sight to behold, the tiny teen warrior had a huge fearsome barbarian seven times his size by the balls,. Ares forced the giant to stumble backwards as he dragged him around the stadium by his pendulous testicles. The crowd laughed derisively at the almost comical sight. Urden whined and cried loudly as he staggered backwards while bent double, both arms wrapped around his lower abdomen in a vain attempt to relieve the deep nauseating pain in his gut, trying his best to keep up with his tormentor or risk having his battered balls yanked off.

The husky barbarian eventually collapsed, every muscle in body paralyzed by the agonizing pain exploding from his abused testicles. Ares refused to release the sobbing male's bruised and battered balls. As he fell to the ground on his side, the teen warrior wrapped his legs around the barbarian's thick neck from behind and began squeezing, while he tugged hard on his very swollen gonads, literally flossing the barbarian's plump ass cheeks with his own furry scrotum. Urden's face turned red as Ares choked him with his powerful legs, and crushed his manhood. He weakly tried to pull Ares' thighs off his neck and he emitted incomprehensible noises. Despite the horrible pain in his groin and the blood supply to his brain being cut off, Urden's cock swelled up in tribute to the teen warrior.

The crowd gasped as Urden's big rigid cock throbbed, as if saluting the teen who vanquished him so easily. With his muscular thighs constricting the burly male's neck, and one hand stretching his ball-cords to breaking point, Ares used his other fist to smash the barbarian's squishy meatballs even more. Urden cried loudly as Ares pummeled his big sorry balls. Soon, however, the giant emitted an guttural groan and his body spasmed as his erect cock spewed out a stream of greyish, male milk. Glob after glob shot out of his turgid member as Ares literally punched the cum out of his balls. As he gave up the last drops of his semen, Urden's eyes rolled back into his head and blissful unconsciousness numbed the excruciating pain from his once-proud but now ruined testicles. Ares released the limp hefty frame, leaving Urden to wallow in the large pool of his own cum.

Trajan had noticed Tarax's erect dick as well, and as Urden surrendered his male essence to Ares, a guard reached under Tarax and stroked the thick 12 inch organ. Within seconds, moments after Ares released Urden's limp unconscious frame, Tarax moaned in pleasure and squirted his own load. The Emperor made sure the barbarian's jizz  was collected in a bowl. As his body heaved in the afterglow of his orgasm, Trajab brought up the bowl of spunk to his mouth.

"You get turned on by seeing your own warrior being beaten by a boy? Seeing your own warrior being emasculated made your cock hard?" Trajan taunted.

Tarax hung his head in shame. He couldn't deny it.

"Drink up," Trajan continued, bringing the bowl of Tarax's own semen to his lips. Tarax refused, disgusted by the idea. A guard behind him seized his ultra-sensitive testicles and squeezed hard. Tarax's mouth opened in shock and pain, and Trajan poured his cum down his throat. The barbarian gagged at the warm, salty, bitter liquid.

"Swallow every drop or I'll have you castrated," the Emperor warned him. Tarax obeyed, terrified that he would lose his manhood.

"Take him away! I have lots more planned for our big-balled barbarian guests!" Emperor Trajan laughed as guards dragged the unconscious Urden and Volos out of the stadium, and wheeled the hog-tied Tarax away.

That expression says it all

Nipple and balls pinched

Sweet swift kick to the balls

Now who's the tough guy

Trap em and smack em

How flat can they get?

Crushed Nuts