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.