Zaddy Issues - Part 2

Since his encounter with Mr. G, Zach dropped by many times to see his best friend Cal and of course, his stepdad. Zach pretended as if nothing happened and found it amusing and even arousing how the older, bigger man always seemed nervous and flustered around him. To tease Cal's stepfather, Zach would shoot him a longing gaze or a smile that would make the older man blush and involuntarily cover his crotch, both to hide his erection and to subconsciously protect his oversized but fragile testicles. Zach would sometimes let his hand "accidentally" brush against Mr. G's bulging genitals or ample ass when he walked by him, which always made the hulking male tremble with a heady mix of fear and lust and made his cock swell. The tables were turned. As a teen, Zach was always uncontrollably aroused by the confident older male but now it seemed that Zach was the one in control and Mr. G was utterly helpless and vulnerable.

One day, Cal had to leave to pick up his relatives from the airport, leaving Zach alone in his home. Zach heard Mr. G showering and his cock stirred as he fantasized about the big, burly bodybuilder. He crept towards the bathroom. Cal's stepdad was toweling his broad back as he stood there buck naked facing the wall. As he dried his hair with his towel over his head, Zach crept up behind him and gently began stroking the back of his pendulous scrotum.

"Oh, hey babe. You surprised me. Damn... you horny already?" Mr. G said, thinking that it was his wife.

He tried to remove the towel from his head but Zach pushed it back over his head as he began gently caressing the hulking male's fat, dangling testicles.

"A blindfold? Someone's a bit kinky today!" Mr. G chuckled as his cock grew harder.

Zach smiled as he remained silent and slowly guided the older male forwards until he was right against the bathroom wall with his legs spread and ass sticking out. One hand locked around the base of Mr. G's long, sagging ballsac trapping the large, cum-laden testicles in place. His other hand reached around and began slowly stroking Mr. G's hard dick.

"That feels so good, babe. I'm gonna fuck you hard and empty these big old balls inside you," he cooed in response to Zach's ministrations.

Zach slowly began pulling harder on his pendulous scrotum until it was stretched taut and his plump, meaty testicles were completely trapped at the bottom of his sac.

"Uhhhh, babe... that's a little too rough... my boys are really sensitive, you know," Mr. G protested as his manhood began throbbing with pain.

Zach ignored his whining. Mr. G was four times bigger than he was but he had the older, larger male completely at his mercy. He had no escape. Zach literally had him by his big balls.

"Stop! Stop!" Mr. G cried out as his pain levels rose exponentially and his cock began to soften.

Zach had stretched the hulking male's fuzzy ballsac to its breaking point. It looked like a thin long rope with two overgrown, orange-sized testicles bulging obscenely at the end, wrapped in a translucent, shiny layer of skin. Mr. G's chest and face was forced against the wall in the small bathroom. The enormous bodybuilder was trapped, unable to bend over to relieve the blazing pain exploding from his manhood.

If he thought that his torment could not get any worse, he was wrong. Zach tugged his bloated, aching balls upwards between his fat ass-cheeks, literally giving the whimpering man a wedgie with his own scrotum. The cruel college freshman was bent on stretching the bodybuilder's ballsac to its very limits, trying to see how far up his lower back he could yank it. Mr. G was hysterically blubbering in anguish by now from the insane pain throbbing in his abused gonads and the fear that his manhood would be ripped off.

After about ten minutes of inflicting hellish torture on his fat, fragile testicles, Zach finally let go. Mr. G's big, muscular body began to sink to the ground, quivering with pain.

"Turn around," Zach commanded as he pulled the towel off his head and forced him to stand up straight. Mr. G was shocked and terrified when he heard Zach's voice and turned to face his teenage tormentor.

"Why Zach? Why?" he whined, his eyes wide with terror.

"Because I love playing with your big beautiful balls, Mr. G," Zach replied with a smile as he began gently caressing the sensitive underside of the man's ample gonads.

"Stop. Please. Don't hurt me, please," Mr. G begged. It was quite a ridiculous sight. A 6'8", 400 lb bodybuilder was utterly terrified of an 18 year old a quarter of his size, and begging for mercy.

"Your lips are telling me to stop but your dick is telling me to go on," Zach giggled as Mr. G's cock sprang to full mast.

"My balls can't take anymore. Please..." Mr. G begged, confused by the mix of fear and lust roiling his brain.

"Do you like me, Mr. G?" Zach asked, with a hand grabbing hold of each testicle.

"I... I do," he answered.

"I like you too, Mr. G. Do you like me playing with your big balls?" Zach went on, gently massaging each fleshy orb.

"Yes..." Mr. G nodded. A thin line of precum dripped from his excited dick.

"Have you fantasized about me, Mr. G?" Zach inquired.

"Uh no," he answered, looking away in shame. Zach began crushing the older man's bloated balls.

"I'll break your balls if you lie to me," he threatened, digging his fingers into the delicate, meaty orbs as Mr. G began groaning in agony.

"I have! I've fantasized about you! I'm sorry!" he confessed and hung his head in shame, desperate to stop Zach from crushing his gonads.

"For how long now?" Zach inquired.

"A few years..." Mr. G whispered, humiliated and broken.

"You're a dirty man, aren't you? How can you fantasize about your son's best fried?" Zach scolded and began squeezing Mr. G's traumatized testicles harder.

"Ughhh.... I'm sorry.... I'm sorry!" he sobbed as Zach continued to dig his fingers into the deformed orbs of nerve-filled testicular flesh.

"Tell me what you've fantasized about me," Zach ordered as he eased his death grip on the older male's swollen testicles.

"I... uh..." Mr. G stammered. Zach gave him an icy stare and a quick tug on his weak, defenseless genitals as a warning.

"I think about you sucking on my dick and balls. I think about fucking your perfect bubble ass. I think about grabbing you around the waist and pounding your beautiful ass," Mr. G confessed, sobbing in shame.

"Have you thought about fucking me when you fucked your wife?" Zach went on, pressing his face close to Mr. G's handsome, tear-stained face. He nodded miserably but began kissing Zach passionately.

"You are so disgusting!" Zach scolded but began kissing the older man as he squashed the bodybuilder's bloated, distended balls so hard that bubbles of shiny testicular meat extruded between his fingers. Mr. G's face was contorted with agony and he emitted muffled, animal noises as Zach mashed and squeezed the bruised, swollen orbs that was his once-proud balls for what seemed an eternity.

"But I like you, Mr. G. And I find these big balls and your fat ass really sexy. I won't tell anyone about what you've said and what we do as long as you promise me something..." Zach smiled, as he finally released the bodybuilder's aching, swollen, dangling balls. 

Mr. G doubled over in agony, clutching his battered, bloated balls. Zach coolly forced him to stand up straight and suppress the crippling pain erupting from his abused testicles and twisting his insides.

"Promise me that I can play with your huge balls and thick ass any time I want to," Zach said as he kissed Mr. G.

The older man hesitated, unsure of what to do. To help him decide, Zach pulled his brawny arms away from his stricken genitals and sent a swift kick that smashed right into his afflicted balls. Mr. G gasped as he dropped to his knees. Zach maintained his hold on his arms and swung his foot again between the V formed by his thick thighs. A sickening splat confirmed that his kick hit his intended target.

"I promise! I promise!" Mr. G squealed in anguish as nauseating pain exploded from his unprotected gonads.

"That's good. I really didn't want to pop these big boys, you know. If I did, I wouldn't have anything left to play with," Zach laughed as he gazed into Mr. G's wide, frightened eyes.

"Stand up!" Zach ordered. Mr. G obediently stood up, his massive body dwarfing Zach's petite frame.

Zach leaned in close. He reached for Mr. G's aching balls and the hulking male whimpered in trepidation. Zach tenderly stroked the oversized, low-hanging orbs as he delicately kissed Mr. G's neck, cheek and lips. The horny man's terrified whines soon turned into soft moans as his cock hardened again. Noticing his hard-on, Zach giggled and delivered a punch to his already badly-aching, delicate testicles. The burly bodybuilder groaned deeply as he dropped to his knees again, paralyzed by the awful pain. Zach gazed into his handsome, tear-stained, slack-jawed face, then unzipped his jeans to reveal his own massive erection.

"Look what you did to me, Mr. G!" Zach said as he used his throbbingly hard 11-inch cock to slap the kneeling man's face.

"Don't leave me with blue balls today," he continued, as he pressed the tip of his dick on Mr. G's soft lips.

Without further prompting, Mr. G began sucking dutifully on Zach's cock, gagging as the horny teen tried to shove it as far down his throat as he could.

"That's a good boy," Zach moaned. He noticed Mr. G was busy stroking his own cock as he hungrily slurped on his.

"Uhhh, fuck yeah..." Zach grunted as he came, sending thick, milky, salty goo pumping down Mr. G's throat. He pulled out and wiped the remaining cum on the bodybuilder's face.

"I'm gonna cum too!" Mr. G moaned as he closed his eyes. His large, low-hanging testicles pulled upwards, signalling his impending climax. The sadistic college student immediately drew his foot back and delivered a well-aimed kick to the older man's bloated, bobbing balls just as he was about to ejaculate.

Mr. G let out a pathetic, strangled gasp as a wave of sickening pain blasted from his traumatized testicles and completely ruined his orgasm. His body went limp as he collapsed on the bathroom floor, making little mewling noises as he curled up in the fetal position. His balls were swollen and bright red and a rivulet of jizz dribbled from his now flaccid cock, the remnants of his ruined orgasm.

"Oh, Cal's home! Better clean up, Mr. G!" Zach called out as he quickly exited the bathroom, leaving the bodybuilder to wallow in utter agony.

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.

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.

Busted Perv

Exhausted, Cody walked slowly into the locker room. The college water polo team had been training hard for an upcoming competition, and as team captain, Cody felt the pressure to ensure his team's victory. His team mates had hit the showers about 30 minutes earlier, but Cody stayed back to put away the equipment.

As he entered walked past the dimly lit rows of lockers towards the shower area, he could hear the loud laughter and conversations of his team mates. Suddenly, something caught Cody's attention. In a dark corner, he saw the silhouette of a person. He cautiously approached to investigate and as he got near, he saw a dark figure crouching low and peeking through a gap at the guys from his water polo team showering.

Anger and disgust boiled up as he noticed that the man seemed to be touching his crotch as he peeped at his naked team-mates.

"HEY!" Cody yelled, startling the peeping Tom.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Cody continued.

The colossal figure emerged from the shadows. He looked to be about 30, stood close to 7' and weighed easily 400 lbs. Cody's lean, 5'7" 150 lb frame was much smaller but the angry, speedo-clad athlete stood his ground.

Panicked, the peeping Tom surged forwards to escape. Cody tried to block him, but was easily knocked aside by the huge male. Cody quickly got back up to his feet, and pursued him. The burly man still had his sweats and boxers around his knees, forgetting to pull them up in his panic to flee. His big pasty ass jiggled around as he clumsily lumbered towards the exit. Cody launched into a flying tackle, knocking the gorilla of a man to the ground.

The fall stunned the peeping Tom somewhat but as Cody tried to wrestle him under control, the massively muscular man easily overpowered the much smaller athlete and tried to put him in a head-lock. Cody realized his predicament but kept his cool. As he noticed his huge opponent's fat exposed genitals flopping around, he plunged his hands between the thick thighs and grabbed the ample testicles. With one oversized but delicate gonad in each hand, the lithe athlete began crushing them as hard as he could. Driven by anger and a genuine fear that the much heftier man would kill him in his bid to escape, Cody squeezed the fragile organs with every ounce of strength he could muster.

He felt his larger opponent weaken significantly as he kneaded his cum-filled balls as though they were useless lumps of dough, and after a few minutes, the burly male began to beg for mercy.

"Please stop... please stop... I give. No more.... don't hurt my balls, man..." he whimpered, as he completely surrendered and stopped wrestling Cody.

Not convinced, Cody maintained his death grip on the man's oversized testicles. The much larger male started sobbing as he begged Cody to let go of his aching balls. The nauseating pain had driven out every desire to fight and escape, and the man just sobbed pitifully, hoping that his tormentor would let be merciful.

The ruckus attracted the attention of the entire water polo team. They were shocked to see the team captain wrestling such a huge male on the floor, and even more shocked that their pint-sized leader literally had the much bigger male by the balls and had reduced him to a sobbing, whining mess.

"What's going on, Cody?" Andy asked.

Realizing that his whole team was there to back him up, Cody got to his feet and used the peeping Tom's testicles to drag him to his feet. The hulking male whimpered as he obediently stood up, afraid that Cody would rip his fragile genitals off.

"This perv was peeping at you guys in the shower!" Cody shouted.

One of the boys found some rope and tied the peeping Tom's arms securely behind him.

His forearms aching from exerting so much force on the big man's bulging balls, Cody finally let go and the large man doubled over in agony, making high-pitched mewling noises.

"Stand up straight!" Cody thundered, and the terrified peeping Tom immediately complied. It was then that Cody realized how huge his opponent was. He was easily 7 feet tall, and weighed about 400 lbs. The man's chest looked to be about 75 inches in diameter, his thighs were twice as thick as Cody's slender body, and his biceps much bigger than his head.

He looked around. Around him were seven college athletes, each only a quarter his size. He eyed each of their slender, muscled naked bodies wet and the impressively-sized cocks hanging below thick bushes of pubic hair, and his fear was soon overcome by burning lust.

"Fuck! Look at his fucking boner!" Mike yelled, pointing at the hard erection poking out of the peeping Tom's blond bush.

"Even after Cody busted his balls, the perv is still horny," Brandon scolded.

"It's tiny!" Andy laughed, pointing at the rather sad 3 inch erection on the 7', 400 lb man.

"Big beefy muscles but tiny dick. Bodybuilders definitely are trying to compensate for their useless manhood!" Tyler laughed.

"My soft cock is bigger than his boner!" Kyle added, grabbing his thick, flaccid 6 inch cock.

"Dude, all our soft cocks are  much bigger than his little stiffie!" Tyler commented.

"It just looks so fucking abnormal. His nuts are huge but his dick is the size of a kid's!" Matt pointed at the hulking man's low-hanging, avocado-sized testicles. His micro-dick was pitiful for an average adult man but looked even more ridiculous in proportion to his massive frame and oversized testicles.

The peeping Tom hung his head in shame but his unimpressive erection remained throbbingly hard. He pressed his thighs together in a vain attempt to protect his aching balls but this only made his micro-cock appear even smaller.

"I think he goes to the gym across the road. I've seen him standing and staring at us from the parking lot," Andy added. The teens glared at the husky male, built like a chubby off-season bodybuilder, definitely very muscular but with a gut, and a layer of fat giving his muscles a soft look.

"Well, Mr. Perv Bodybuilder, we will have to punish you," Cody admonished.

"Or call the police," Brandon continued.

"Please! Please don't call the police! I'll do anything! I promise!" the peeping Tom begged, his blue eyes wide with terror.

Matt grabbed the big man's pendulous ball sac and used it to haul him across the locker room. The bodybuilder whined as he was forced to scamper on his tip toes or suffer the pain of Matt yanking on his sensitive gonads. In the middle of the shower area, the boys tied the rope that secured his arms to a beam on the ceiling.

"You're probably such a fucking perv because your abnormally big balls are making too much testosterone," Kyle scolded.

"And no one wants to fuck a guy with a pencil dick!" Brandon added.

"We can help you with your problem... by breaking those fat useless balls," smiled Cody.

The trapped bodybuilder began sobbing and pleading with the jocks not to hurt his manhood but to no avail. Cody brought out a cap with folded pieces of paper in it.

"I have written down what some ideas on how to punish your big sorry balls. We will take turns drawing from it, Mr. Perv," he announced as Andy reached into the cap.

"Three punches!" Andy shouted, holding up his ticket. He strolled up to the hefty bodybuilder who unwisely pressed his thighs together and trapped his fragile cum-laden testicles in a very vulnerable position between his big thighs. Andy smiled and unleashed three rapid but powerful punches that collided with the man's ample gonads. The big man wailed pitifully as the jock's powerful fist smashed his delicate meatballs against his muscled thighs.

His legs trembled from the awful sickening pain radiating from his abused balls as Matt reached into the cap, and drew his lot.

"Six knees!" Matt smiled cruelly. The bodybuilder mumbled incoherently as Matt walked up to him. Looking into his eyes, Matt reached out and ran his finger under the petrified man's scrotum. As he continued to stroke the sensitive sac, the peeping Tom's whimpers turned into little moans of pleasure. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations and as a thin string of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his hard cock, Matt grabbed him by his brawny arms and swung his knee upwards. His solid knee crashed into the bodybuilder's squishy dangling testicles repeatedly as the man began screaming in utter anguish.

"I think you kneed his balls about 8 times, dude," Cody laughed as Matt finally stopped. The bodybuilder's entire figure sagged and trembled as waves of intense pain exploded from his battered balls. He sobbed miserably and began dry retching. If not for the ropes holding him up, he would have collapsed like a ton of bricks.

"The show must go on. Take it like a fucking man. I get to give your worthless balls... ten slaps!" Brandon announced. The hulking man shook his head as he begged Brandon not to hurt him, and struggled in a vain attempt to escape. Brandon ignored his pleas, and crouched in front of the plump pair of bobbing balls. He raised his palm and smacked the rapidly-swelling testicles hard, drawing a loud yelp from the distressed bodybuilder. Instead of delivering all ten slaps in succession like Matt's knees, Brandon decided to draw out his punishment. He went behind the burly man and delivered a sharp slap to the back of his dangling testicles.

"So the back part of the balls seem to be more sensitive!" Brandon laughed, as the peeping Tom squealed in pain. To confirm his experiment, Brandon fired off three more smacks to the back of the squirming bodybuilder's badly-aching, cum-filled testicles. The big man was beside himself, wailing and screaming hysterically in agony, as his bloated, low-hanging balls flopped about with each smack.

"I think his useless sagging balls swing about too damn much. I'll bet the slaps are more effective if his useless balls didn't flop about!" Brandon said. He reached between the peeping Tom's thick, furry ass cheeks and grabbed his vulnerable balls and tugged backwards, trapping the swollen organs in his palm. He raised his other hand and delivered five vicious smacks to the nerve-filled spunk-makers. Trapped in his grip, the bodybuilder's delicate genitals absorbed the full force of Brandon's assault. The bodybuilder's mammoth frame spasmed uncontrollably with each blow, and he made strangled gurgling noises.

"Wow, they're really nice and swollen now!" Cody commented, pointing at the peeping Tom's balls which were now bright crimson and swollen to the size of grapefruits.

It was now Tyler's turn. He grinned as he read the piece of paper he drew. "Five kicks for me!" he shouted.

"Oh please.... please... please... don't kick my balls... I can't take any more!" the peeping Tom pleaded, his little cock shriveled with fear into a nub hidden inside his pubes.

"Shut the fuck up and spread your legs!" Tyler ordered. The bodybuilder shook his head and squeezed his thighs together trying tightly to protect his abused manhood, whining miserably for mercy. He didn't realize that his attempt to protect his overgrown testicles was futile. His fat balls were so big that they pooched out between his legs. The fleshy orbs were invitingly framed by his hamstrings, and presented a perfect target for the sadistic Tyler who launched a round house kick that brutally smashed into the squishy organs.

The hulking bodybuilder howled loudly as the meaty thwack of Tyler's foot colliding with his battered balls echoed through the locker room. Instinctively, he tried double over and pressed his legs even closer together which  only trapped his cum-laden meatballs in a more vulnerable position. Tyler mercilessly unleashed three more round house kicks to the screaming bodybuilder's swollen testicles. The burly male cried loudly as he buried his face in his right bicep, biting his arm to try to distract himself from the blazing pain exploding from his groin. Stupidly, the howling man spread his legs, thinking that would lessen his torment. Instead, Tyler took aim and swung his foot upwards. It sailed between his mammoth legs and crashed into his bloated, bobbing balls... once, twice, and thrice for good measure. The bodybuilder's cries became hysterical and he thrashed about wildly from the agonizing pain erupting from his ponderous genitals.

The ropes that held the overgrown male to upright gave way and he collapsed to the concrete in a sobbing heap. His arms remained tied securely behind him and he curled up into the fetal position. His pendulous ballsac draped over the back of one hamstring and his very swollen testicles lay on the cold concrete, providing some brief relief from the blazing pain.

"It just says CRUSH. No specifics?" Kyle asked, drawing his lot from the cap.

"You decide how you want to crush them," Cody smiled.

"Well, since they're just laying here..." Kyle laughed as he lifted his bare foot and brought it down hard on the bodybuilder's bruised and battered balls with a sickening splat. The hulking man's eyes bugged out and his jaw fell open in reaction to the insane amount of pain exploding from his testicles. Only strangled gurgling noises escaped from the peeping Tom's gaping mouth.

"They're super squishy!" Kyle commented as he felt the corpulent fleshy orbs slide about beneath his bare foot. He pressed down harder, flattening the rubbery meatballs against the hard concrete, drawing a high-pitched squeal from the traumatized male. His large body convulsed uncontrollably as waves of agony pulsed from his manhood.

"It's like stomping on two water balloons!" Kyle continued, clearly amused, as he began grinding his foot against the bodybuilder's swollen aching balls, as though he were killing a pesky bug. He then balanced on one leg, transferring the weight of his 120 lb frame onto the frail, cum-laden meatballs. The peeping Tom's screams of anguish suddenly stopped as his eyes rolled back into his head and the level of pain finally pushed him into unconsciousness.

"He's passed out!" Kyle announced, lifting his foot off the bodybuilder's balls which were now swollen larger than grapefruits. He kicked the peeping Tom's limp husky body to check if he were conscious.

"Big useless balls couldn't take much punishment," Brandon laughed.

"I haven't had my turn yet," Diego protested.

"The last piece of paper says you can do anything you'd like to his babymakers!" Cody announced, much to his delight.

An evil grin spread across Diego's otherwise cherubic face. He got the other guys to help haul the dragged over  some large folded pieces of tarp, and they placed it under the heavy, unconscious behemoth's ample buttocks, so that his pelvis was thrust upwards. Diego then spread his massive legs apart, and tied them to the ends of a broomstick, ensuring that the peeping Tom's legs were forced apart and preventing him from protecting his manhood.

"Wakey, wakey!" Diego sang out as he slapped the unconscious peeping Tom's chubby face. The giant groggily cursed as he came to, and struggled to free himself from his uncomfortable position but to no avail.

Diego eyed the distended, cum-filled testicles resting in their furry, pendulous sac on the rather unyielding tarp. He picked up a flip-flop and smiled as he began gently slapping the man's bloated balls. The bodybuilder whined softly in pain, his tenderized testicles were so sore even the lightest taps felt like torment. Diego gradually increased the intensity of the slaps until the tears streamed down the man's pudgy face and he begged for mercy.

"Thank you... oh, thank you..." the bodybuilder sputtered as Diego stopped slapping his aching balls. His gratitude was premature. The sadistic jock stood over him, giggled and then dropped a knee squarely on the man's very swollen, squishy testicles. The sperm-filled organs were squashed like pancakes between Diego's hard knee and the tarp. As pain shot from his traumatized testicles, the peeping Tom tried to scream but could only make keening noises. Diego got up, and delivered four more knee drops to the big man's bruised and battered balls, which were getting redder and more swollen by the minute. He was besides himself with agony, crying, howling, and hoarsely screaming.

"Brandon, come here. Grab his left nut," Diego called out. Each of the bodybuilder's testicle was gripped by each jock. The fleshy orbs were so bloated that each had to be held with both hands.

"1... 2... 3!" Diego counted out. On three, both jocks crushed the fat, nerve-filled organs as hard as they could. They squeezed them so hard that little bubbles of testicular flesh bulged out between their fingers, the skin stretched thin and shiny and the veins criss-crossing the fragile organs became engorged and resembled green worms. Almost on cue, the cruel athletes tugged in opposite directions - Diego to the right and Brandon to the left - pulling the delicate reproductive organs apart. The hefty bodybuilder let out blood-curdling screams of anguish as his face, upper chest, and definitely his abused testicles turned bright reddish purple.

Diego and Brandon were clearly aroused, their 11 inch cocks throbbingly erect as they abused the peeping Tom's bruised and bloated balls. The other teens were also sporting huge boners - all between 10 and 12 inches in length. It was odd to see how the burly bodybuilder, with heavy ponderous balls, had such a tiny nub for a cock but the jocks who were a quarter of his size were hung like horses.

Diego and Brandon almost simultaneously stroked their thick meat cannons as they crushed the crying male's gonads, and within minutes both let out moans as they ejaculated over the bodybuilder's chest. Spent, they let go of his horribly swollen genitals, and Kyle and Matt took their place. They also gave a knowing look at each other, stood up on the tarp, and each placed one foot on the miserable bodybuilder's bloated bulging balls - Kyle stepping on the right testicle, and Matt on the left. The peeping Tom's pitiful whining turned into hoarse screams as both jocks squashed his distended testicles with their feet. Kyle and Matt were furiously jerking their massive boners as they stomped on the squealing perv's aching genitals, and soon blew their load all over his hefty torso.

The bodybuilder sobbed pitifully in utter anguish, but his micro-dick peeked out of his bush, hard as a rock. It was Tyler and Andy's turn; they were the youngest and had the smallest builds but their thick 10 inch cocks were as impressive as any of the other college jocks. By now, the whimpering man's ballsac had swollen up so much it looked like a large cantaloupe. They decided to flip the peeping Tom over so that his fat ass was up in the air with his face on the ground.

"Face down, ass up! That's the position you deserve to be in!" Tyler scolded the sobbing perv.

Andy took aim at the bruised and bloated balls dangling vulnerably between the bodybuilder's large pasty ass cheeks. As he stroked his rock-hard dick, he delivered kick after kick to the screaming man's swollen genitals. Tyler slowly rubbed his own erect cock as he motioned to Andy who stood back and allowed Tyler to unleash a barrage of kicks of his own. This went on for a few minutes, but felt like a very painful eternity to the peeping Tom who was making blubbering incoherent noises. Tyler and Andy moaned as they both approached orgasm. Almost like a choreographed dance, both teens kicked at the bodybuilder's battered balls, one foot slamming into each tenderized testicle drawing a squeal of anguish, then rushed to squirt their warm jizz all over the hefty man's upper back and neck.

The whole team was spent, except for Cody. He had the biggest dick in college... an unbelievable 14 inch monster. Cody slipped a condom on his massive cock, knelt between the bodybuilder's spread legs. The difference couldn't be more stark, Cody's slim figure was smaller than each humongous hamstring, and the man's large pale ass was three times wider than Cody's waist. Cody's cock, however, made the man's micro-dick look pathetically comical in comparison. Cody gently rubbed his huge dong and then used it like a sledge hammer to smack the peeping Tom's puffy, inflamed testicles.

The bodybuilder screeched wretchedly as the meaty thwacks rang out. The pint-sized but well-hung Cody was clearly showing his manhood and masculinity was superior to the bodybuilder's large but pathetic balls and tiny dick. Cody then shoved his gigantic dong into the man's tight pink hole and began thrusting furiously. The man gasped in shock from this new source of pain but after a few moments, his cries of agony turned into little moans of pleasure. He was clearly enjoying being pounded by Cody's monster dick.

'Fuck, this is making me horny again!" Tyler commented. He was not alone, the other jocks were hard as well, and the whole team was rubbing their turgid members as their team Captain thrust his large cock deep into the bodybuilder's thick ass. Cody pulled off the ropes around his arms, and instead of trying to escape, the bodybuilder propped himself on all fours and began pushing his hips backwards, encouraging Cody to continue fucking him hard.

"I'm gonna blow! Fuck!" Brandon said. He grabbed the bodybuilder's messy blond hair, pulled his head back and fired his spunk all over the man's face. Not long after, the rest of the guys did the same, unloading their hot milky juices over the bodybuilder's head and face. Cody controlled himself as much as he could, trying to delay ejaculation but eventually, the urge to cum became overwhelming.

"On your knees!" Cody commanded. The bodybuilder immediately complied. Cody ripped off the condom, looked contemptuously into his cum- and tear-stained face.

"You know what to do, bitch!" Cody said, his moist cock a couple of inches away from the man's lips. The peeping Tom hungrily began sucking on Cody's huge cock.

"He jacks off with two fingers!" Kyle laughed. The masochistic bodybuilder was rubbing his micro-cock with his fingers as he sucked off Cody. Cody soon leaned his head back, let out a deep groan of ecstasy and sent his warm, salty load gushing down the man's throat. The peeping Tom swallowed every drop dutifully and continued to lick Cody's dong clean, all the while comically jerking his tiny dick off with two fingers.

The bodybuilder let out of his own orgasmic moan as he approached climax. Cody looked at him with disdain, drew his foot back and sent it flying between the V of his thighs. Just as the burly man was climaxing and as his load was being pumped out of his aching balls, Cody's foot smashed into his very swollen, bruised and battered gonads. A jolt of nauseating pain erupted from his ultra-sensitive and tenderized testicles, sending globs of cum flying out his little cock, and completely ruining his orgasm. The peeping Tom's eyes rolled back into his head as he passed out cold from the extreme mixture of pain and pleasure, and his beefy body slumped over into the puddles of jizz on the locker room floor.

Revenge of the Nerds

Kurt hurried from class to the study room. He was running late for the group project, and didn't want to appear like a slacker. Their group already had one slacker - Chase, the college football team's linebacker. His grades were barely meeting the already low standard for college athlete's, and his laziness was putting him at risk of losing his place on the team. If Chase wasn't such a massive and strong linebacker, his coach wouldn't have gone through the trouble of getting him into the "nerds" group for this project.

Chase refused to contribute anything to the group. He would come after football training, not even bother to shower, and just slouch in a corner, eating loudly, and making dumb jokes. The rest of the group, Kurt, Diego, and Andy, were exasperated and frustrated with the big oafish jock's laziness. They weren't allowed to kick him out of the group, and were therefore forced to shoulder his share of the work.

This evening, Chase came sauntering in, smelling of sweat and dirt as usual, wearing the same clothes he wore through training - a muscle tank and really loose grey basketball shorts that barely stayed on. He sat in his usual spot, and began talking loudly about how the football team was all psyched about the game on Friday, and about how he was going to bang the sexy new cheerleaders. Diego politely tried to steer the conversation back towards the work at hand but to no avail.

"I need some good booty tonight. I've not cum in, like 3 days, and my big boys are so backed up, they feel really firm and full," Chase continued, grabbing at his ample bulge through his shorts.

"Chase, would you please shut up? We're trying to work here, and you don't contribute anything as it is," Diego told him in frustration.

"What did you say?" Chase replied menacingly as his enormous 6' 7", 450 lb frame rose slowly. He was built like an off-season bodybuilder combined with a wrestler - huge chest, brawny arms, broad shoulders, a gut, and gigantic legs.

"I asked you to shut up," Diego shot back from across the table, fed up with the jock's attitude, and seemingly unaware of how tiny his 5'6", 120 lb figure was in comparison to the enormous linebacker.

Erupting in fury, the massive jock almost effortlessly shoved the large table out of the way and grabbed Diego by his shoulders, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me to shut up, you fucking nerd?!" Chase bellowed angrily, as he repeatedly slammed the petite Diego against the wall. Andy sat there motionless, stunned and completely terrified.

Chase continued to cussing and slamming the helpless nerd against the wall, so blind with rage that he didn't notice or care that his loose shorts had slipped down around his knees. Diego was shaken so hard that his glasses flew off. Almost blind and helplessly mauled by a gorilla of a man, he thought that this was the end for him.

The study rooms were almost sound-proof and the room his group had was located at the far end of a long hallway, and so Kurt didn't hear the commotion going on inside. He opened the door, and was shocked to see the huge football player shaking his best fried like a rag doll. Kurt threw his backpack at the furious linebacker.

"Let him go, motherfucker!" Kurt yelled as his backpack hit Chase's back. The impact didn't hurt the massive bull at all but was enough to draw his attention. Chase turned around to see the angry Kurt, who was smaller than Diego, clenching his fists and trying to fight him. Chase dropped the dizzy Diego to the ground as he turned to face Kurt.

"Oh, so you want to get your ass beat as well, nerd?" Chase sneered.

"Bring it, asshole!" Kurt answered bravely.

Diego was dazed and practically blind without his glasses, but realized that Chase was about to attack Kurt and would probably kill him. The only thing he could clearly see was Chase's trunk-like legs, and dirty sweats hanging around his knees. As he looked upwards, he noticed the big oaf's low-hanging testicles hanging invitingly through the leg of his boxers, sloshing from side to side between his thick ass-cheeks. His fear and anger focused his attention like a laser on Chase's dangling manhood, and without hesitation, Diego reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of the linebacker's bobbing balls.

Chase had begun lumbering towards Kurt, his ham-like fists raised high to pound the puny nerd, but stopped in his tracks when he felt something latch onto his sensitive testicles, followed by a deep sickening pain shooting from his manhood into his gut. Looking down, he saw Diego had grabbed onto his pendulous ball sac.

"Let go off my balls, you fucking fag!" he yelled as he tried to pull Diego's hands from his aching testicles. Diego clung on to the enraged jock's ample, spunk-filled gonads with every ounce of strength he had. As Chase stomped about to try to dislodge his grip, the pint-sized geek gripped his bulging balls even harder and was practically swinging about with Chase's stretchy, pendulous scrotum with his full weight, like a monkey swinging on a vine. The horrible pain of having his ballcords stretched to breaking point combined with the anguish of Diego crushing his squishy, sperm-filled gonads soon turned Chase's anger into panic. He was afraid the nerd he was about to beat to a pulp would rip his delicate family jewels off. He began to punch at Diego's head to try to get him to release his aching balls.

"Fucking let go of my fucking balls!!!" Chase screamed as he punched at Diego. Terrified that he would be killed if he let go, Diego squeezed the big oaf's squishy testicles even harder and pulled down as much as he could to get out of range his fists. Chase's delicate scrotum was stretched so taut, the skin appeared shiny and glossy, and all the little blood vessels criss-crossing the ballsac were engorged like green and bluish worms. The agonizing pain exploding from his manhood grew exponentially, and Chase, in desperation, picked up a chair to hit the tenacious nerd who had his fragile testicles in a death-grip.

Andy snapped out of his petrified state and leaped into action to pull the chair out of Chase's hands. Kurt and Andy then held onto each of Chase's arms, rendering the large man helpless. Chase struggled to free himself from the nerds - two disabling his arms, and one locked on his tenderized testicles - but was so weakened by the awful pain exploding from his groin that he could barely put  up a struggle. The enormous linebacker sank to his knees slowly, his screams of anguish replaced by sobs and weird, strangled groans. Diego refused to release the big man's traumatized testicles even then. As Chase's fat, pasty ass descended on him, Diego scrambled so that he was now standing behind the huge jock, who was now reduced to a manageable height.

His mammoth frame wracked by pain, Chase dropped to his knees, his face on the ground and thick butt in the air. Andy and Kurt locked each of his brawny arms in place and he was helpless and could not even protect his abused manhood. Diego now was pulling his balls towards the small of his back, literally flossing the bull's ass crack with his own taut scrotum. The bully was reduced to a sobbing, mewling mess as the pint-sized nerd continued crushing his bruised and battered balls in his unforgiving grip.

Diego's forearm muscles began cramping from the force he inflicted on the hulking jock's rapidly-swelling gonads. He managed to quickly put his glasses back on, and couldn't believe that he had the beefy bully by the balls. The three nerds exchanged excited glances, and couldn't believe how they managed to defeat the burly linebacker. Diego finally let go of Chase's sweaty, swollen testicles which had turned into a reddish-purple hue. Kurt quickly switched his position so that he was now behind the bulky football player, twisting his arm painfully and forcing him to get up.

Diego stood in front of the kneeling man, staring angrily at the jock's tear-stained doughy face.

"Please... I'm sorry, man... no more... my boys can't take anymore..." the bully whined pitifully.

"Fuck, look at that sad little thing!" Andy commented, pointing at Chase's fully erect, unimpressive 3 inch cock poking out of his thick bush of pubes. It looked completely ridiculous in comparison to his enormous body.

"Someone looks like he enjoys nerds playing with his balls," Diego continued, poking at the jock's hard little cock with his foot, drawing a loud whimper from the humiliated linebacker.

Andy whipped out his cellphone and began taking pictures of Chase with his tiny erection.

"Imagine what the football team and cheerleaders would think if they saw your teeny-weeny dick," he said.

"No cheerleader would want you to fuck them with that little wiener," Kurt chimed in.

"No girl would want such a small  cock!" Andy continued.

Chase sobbed with shame but his cock remained as hard as ever. Diego's fear turned into arousal. He had always fantasized about humiliating and sexually dominating the boys who had bullied him in high school. He undid his jeans and his own boner popped out.

In contrast to Chase, who was built like a bull but had a tiny cock, Diego was petite but had a monster dick. Chase's eyes grew wide with both disbelief and jealousy as Diego's throbbing 12 inch cock emerged from his jeans.

"Suck on it, bitch," Diego commanded.

Chase hesitated and appeared to pull back but Diego grabbed his hair pulled him forward and snapped his foot between the V of Chase's thick thighs. Chase's mouth fell open in agony as Diego's foot slammed into his already badly-aching balls.

"I'll destroy your weak, pathetic balls if you don't suck me off, bitch," he warned the sobbing jock.

Chase obediently put his lips around Diego's large cock and began pleasuring the nerd he had despised moments before. Diego threw his head back, and moaned in pleasure as he guided Chase's bobbing head at the rhythm that best pleased him. Andy recorded every moment on his cellphone, and both he and Kurt were also immensely turned on. Which nerd didn't harbor a secret desire to sexually dominate and humiliate their bullies?

Diego let out an involuntary guttural groan as he came forcefully inside Chase's mouth. The gush of salty, hot spunk shot down his throat, causing the linebacker to choke.

"Swallow it all. If you spit it out, I'll wreck your sorry manhood," Diego warned. The humiliated jock gulped down the nerd's jizz, trying his best not to puke.

Kurt and Andy had been stroking their cocks, which were almost as impressive as Diego's. Both guys were pint-sized but were hung like horses. Kurt had a 9 inch cock which was as thick as a beer bottle, and Andy had a 10 incher. They both stroked their engorged members inches away from Chase's tear-stained face, and almost simultaneously blasted their gooey loads all over the jock's face and neck.

Chase cringed in shame and humiliation as he felt the sticky warm cum drip all over his face and upper body. However, his cock remained rock hard. The nerds he had bullied before looked spent but sexually-satisfied. Andy snapped a few pictures of the cum-covered jock's face.

"Show us how you jack off. I'm curious how someone can stroke such a tiny cock," Diego commanded.

His will and resistance completely broken, Chase relinquished whatever remained of his masculinity and began masturbating.

"The classic two finger jerk!" Andy mocked, recording the burly man's humiliation.

Within a few seconds, Chase groaned as a stream of cum dribbled from his cock.

"Fucking useless. Small cock, premature ejaculator, and can't even shoot a load. And they say jocks are great specimens of masculinity!" Diego said with contempt. Not willing to let the bulky linebacker enjoy his orgasm, he drew his foot back and sent it crashing into Chase's traumatized testicles. A loud squeal followed the satisfying meaty thwack, and Chase's massive frame folded up like a pretzel. The wannabe bully curled up in a fetal position, crying and whimpering for the nerds to stop hurting him.

"Here's a list of things we need you to do for this project," Andy ordered.

"Get them done, or other people might see the photos and video we took tonight," Diego told him, as the three guys left hulking jock to wallow in his pain and puddles of jizz.

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.