Busting the Exhibitionist - Pt 4 (Versus Cole)

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Pokeball to the balls

Balls busted by a pokeball.

Ball pain and nipple pleasure

After kneeing and punching his big muscular jock boyfriend in his plump testicles, a punk pinches and teases his nipples as the jock moans in both pain and pleasure while clutching his traumatized gonads.

Poor wrestler

The wrestler in the red trunks is tag-teamed by two sadistic jocks who take turns crushing and twisting his big boy balls.

Godzilla's Balls

The moment before a ball-claw turns a big, beefy wrestler's scream of victory into whimpers of pain. No matter how big the man, his balls are his weak spot.

The end of the fight

After the second kick to the balls, a tough husky guy collapses in a world of pain and is definitely not getting up any time soon.

Bodybuilder's Aching Balls

A big muscular male struggles and screams pitifully as his tormentor smacks and slaps his tied testicles. No amount of muscle can protect his tender testicles from this sadistic abuse.

Kick his balls harder!

When a submissive bottom boy is down and tied up, kick his bound testicles until he cries from the pain!!

Showoff gets nutted

A bike stunt goes wrong and Jason's gonads are crushed against the frame. Nice.

Squeeze his sperm out

Big strong man is tied down and is totally helpless as his balls are mercilessly squeezed so hard he squirts all his jizz

Tennis Ball Bust

Sorry if I'm re-posting but it's just so fucking hot to watch his big bulging balls bounce as they get hit by a tennis ball... over and over again.

Nuts meet rail

The agony when a skateboarder crushes his tender boy balls against a hard, cold, metal rail.

Wrestling Ball-spanking

Pin the husky masked man and smack his vulnerable balls until he submits!

Brian's First Match

It was Brian's first match. Dressing in white to demonstrate his sense of sportsmanship and fairplay, and betraying the naivete of youth, he strides proudly into the ring and reaches out to shake hands with his older opponent, Dirty Dave.

Instead of reciprocating Brian's friendly gesture, Dirty Dave shows how he gained his nickname by delivering a sharp, swift kick to Brian's vulnerable boy balls.

Unbelievable pain explodes from Brian's young, tender, balls as his knees buckle and his hands automatically reach to clutch his traumatized testicles. The audience gasps and the referee cringes as the audible thud of a boot smashing into nerve-filled testicular tissue rings out.

His world and bulging plums shattered by inhumane pain, Brian collapses to one knee, as sickening nausea rises into his gut. All his strength spent on resisting the urge to puke and pass out, Brian's first match comes to an end with him unable to wrestle. In the end, the naive young man had to be carried out of the ring, hugging himself and nursing his aching, swollen balls in agony.

Baseball in the balls

Another creative way of abusing testicles from Jack-ass :-)

Ball-spanking

Spank that bad boy's big balls!

Nael - Shawshank Redemption 2

Story Contribution from Nael

Shawshank Redemption 2: Andy's Revenge

Andy Dufresne had been busy these past five years.  The white beaches and his new found Mexican freedom removed many years off of his face. He began to live life anew and yet there was still something holding him, clenching his gut. He tried many things: religion, yoga, meditation...even mother fucking incense candles... so that in some way he could just forgive those who wronged him at Shawshank, and forget all those decades he spent getting raped and working a hole through the walls of that unholy place. The thousands he garnered from his 'service' at Shawshank prison where of no interest to him. All that could really release him from himself were the few selected Mexican women he paid for sex and the company of his old and dear friend, Red.

Andy understood that he was institutionalized. Even though, to this day, inmates at Shawshank swore by his free spirit, but in his heart he knew he was not free. He put up a good face and whisked all those warm skinned women with a deadly smile, but eventually he just couldn't commit to a relationship.
Too much had gone under the bridge. There was just too much history. How could anyone connect with him, he thought.

But Red had always been there. Having a cold beer on a roof top with him would calm him down, he always knew. Clutching the bottles, both sat on the roof of their home, near the beach, watching the sun set. They knew too much about each other so it was not surprising for either of them to pass hours just sitting silently, enjoying the slow drowsy heat of the Mexican sun, until there was something worthy to discuss.

"Hadley's out." Red said, breaking the silence.

"Who?... the captain of the prison guards?...really?... how?... who told you?"

"Barney called... he's in Florida these days... he told me... Hadley got some pull with the courts or somethin' plus he got some money too, that YOU helped him get... remember?"

"But he killed those inmates, he shouldn't be out...uh, you know what,  I don't give a shit... I have Mexico" Andy said pointing to the sun.

Another 15 minutes passed in silence.

"cut his balls off... motherfucker" Andy suddenly murmured to himself, desperately trying to swallow the anger.

"well ...you could, you know?" Red said, his eyes fixed at the sun so not to let Andy see the desire for revenge burning in his eyes.

"huh?"

"My pappy always told me, 'you can neva get nof honey out o' the jar just by dippin' yo finger in... you gotta curl it and scoop it out.'"

"meaning?"

"Tell Barney to somehow get Hadley to know where we are. i'm sure he'd come sniffin by. he needs to set a score with you. and when he's here... you can snip him." chuckled Red.

"he's gonna tell the police." Andy said plainly.

"that washed up low life shit smelling rat of a cop... NO!... his mother doesn't believe him now."

Silence sets in again. Probably they became telepathically connected, figuring out the exact details of their plan. Andy, before going to bed, called Barney to have him give a little 'heads up' to the former convicted murderous prison guard.

Weeks pass by and there is no news of Hadley. Barney called up Andy and told him that just after getting the news from him, Hadley disappeared.

"He's coming right here." Andy said emotionlessly to Red.

"let him... I am hungry, going to get some eggs and fish... you need somethin'?"

Andy shook his head slightly."No."

Red knew in an instant that Andy was concerned, however not upset. He knew that Andy could take care of himself. And if chance came, he could take care of Andy as Andy would do for him. They had protected each other, strength upon strength, when they were in prison and even as free men. While walking on the dusty pavement, Red remembered the moments they both shared while showering together. Andy responded so well to the naked, trusting and faithful touch of Red's black built chest briskly gliding over his back. He remembered the embraces, that need not to be given a meaning or be confined in a label of a relationship. He loved him, more than a friend but not like that of a brother. It was something else, something he hadn't heard of, something that the priests at the local church would shudder to define. Red's hung phallus needed no training that morning in the confined shower. It naturally needed to go into Andy's accepting anus to seal the form of friendship they had. That was the first day Andy actually started breathing again. With every thrust of Red's member, Andy felt pain and pleasure and the feeling that he was alive and that someone in this world cared of how much pain and pleasure he was feeling. The wounds of Shawshank started to fill with every tear that came down Andy's cheek, concealed in the water that drizzling upon his face, proving to him that he was not alone, he doesn't have to be alone and that there was at least one man in this world who wouldn't con or hurt him. For some reason Andy and Red considered the events at the shower as metaphysical and hence, part of their shared consciousness and not of the real world or their real lives. There was no reason to discuss them. Red read the bible every day and didn't hesitate or lower his voice when it talked of how the homosexuals will burn in hell. Neither he nor Andy were homosexuals. He just... loved Andy, a lot.

Red ransacked his pockets while thinking of Andy, and found that the bunch of shrivelled up Pesos was still at home. He turned on his heels and walked back to the house to find Hadley unaware of his presence, pointing a gun at Andy's head. Red crashed a pot of begonias on to his head and rendered him unconscious.
Without saying a word Red staggered towards Andy and  gave him a hug. With the language of the eyes he asked him if he was alright. Both now towered above the faint muscular giant that had no idea of what was coming to him.

Hadley hadn't been a good man. The reason he first used Andy for his 'banker' skills was to get the share of inheritance of his dead brother without tax cuts. He didn't just kill people, he battered them to death. Many inmates wanted him dead and a greater still feared his return to the prison.

Andy and Red tied his hands and feet wide apart, while he was still unconscious. For the first time in many years, Andy felt a power in his guts and he let anger gush through the veins of his head. Hadley had to pay. Nothing else mattered. Like a wolf he circled the tied up 6'8" 350 pounder muscle man, his eyes fixed, thinking rapidly of when to begin and how to begin.

Red dug up an old baseball bat. He couldn't wait to beat him any longer.

"WAIT!" Andy yelled."I want him to be awake... so that he knows what's happening to him."

Hadley had a sharp pain in his head. He opened his eyes wide to find his limbs tied on either side of a worn out bed and two figures that slowly materialized. he quickly recognized them.

"I am gonna Fuck you Andy... you mother fucker... beat you to a motherfucking pulp... get... these ...OFF!", Hadley yelled as he tried to free his hands.

Andy didn't listen to him. he was in control of what would happen in this room tonight. Even Red recognized and feared the look on Andy's face... the look Andy gave when he wanted everything done the way he wanted. the look of silent, sharp and absolute domination.

"take his clothes off" Andy told Red. "Leave his tighty-whities on."

"Don't touch me you motherfucking nigger... I am gonna make you dance and shine my shoes once I am done squeezing the fat of Andy's fucking head... motherFUCKER!!!", yelled the muscled man.

Red tore of his clothes and threw the rags away. Andy sat by Hadley's side, and in a sophisticated manner took off the spectacles he was wearing and sighed.

"Captain... Remember Gil Dilbert?... you killed him by hammering your baton on his face... In that moment while listening to him getting killed, I wondered what an oaf you are... see, you wanna cause a man some real pain you hit him in the place that really matters... You have a pulsating muscular neck, big biceps and these rippling muscular thighs but they don't define your identity as a man... its these that do."

With that Andy grabbed and twisted Captain Hadley's man balls and squeezed them with all the might he could muster in his arm. He could feel the captain was well endowed and his plums where the size of two pulsating eggs inside his ball sac. Hadley was in sheer pain. Instinctively, he tried to close his massive thighs to provide some protection for the fruits of his loin but to no avail. His legs were clamped too far part. With another tug that Andy gave his balls, the pain which hovered in his lower abdomen now shot up like lightning bolt, through his guts, his heart, his throat and then entered his brain. His eyes shut with pain now jarred open suddenly, like a crude silent brief prayer to his god for a miracle of mercy, but he knew no one will save him today. Andy was now his god. He gave him pain and only he could take it back.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....OOHH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!... please stop... God! MOTHERFUCKER!.....AAAHHHHH...  I AM GONNA FUCK YOU... YOU SEE!"

With a THWACK came another blow.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... please stop... please ... PLEASE!!!"

"Captain Hadley... begging? I didn't know it was in you to beg to someone, to stop hurting your girls down there... does that remind you of something?... does it remind you of the countless who begged before you, for their lives... Did you stop?... I am asking you, DID YOU FUCKING STOP??!!!!"

Hadley could only beg. he wanted an angel to carry him away from this place. he also knew that angels don't carry devils.

"Yeah keep begging Cap, I like the way you beg... keep begging and tell me in how many ways men begged before you but you couldn't listen!!"

With that Andy pulled the baseball bat from Red's hands and used it to play golf with Captain Hadley's golf balls. THWAR-RCK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... please... please"

Hadley started crying. He couldn't even turn his face to keep his dignity from rolling down his cheeks in front on Andy. His new god had refused to bestow mercy on him.

"Keep his feet tied. Get him up straight" Andy commanded Red.

Red quickly untied a rope, and with a set of pulleys raised the limp body of the Captain, like sails are rigged up a ship's mast.

"Get me the steel ball." Andy told Red

Andy held the chain from one end and on the other there was a heavy steel ball hanging freely. Swinging the ball and fanning it into a gyroscope of promising pain, he admired the view in front of him. Captain Hadley's hard muscular naked body, with his sweat glistening in the moon light, that peeped in from under the door. His back muscles tightened so he could relief his over stretched arms from bearing all his weight. His jock strap was drenched in sweat and is big meaty buttocks quivered with fear and exhaustion. His coat of chest hair retained some sweat from rolling down into his jock strap that contained his bruised squealing manhood. Surprisingly, the rancid smell of Hadley's sweat aroused Andy. 

"give us a good scream buddy."

Andy blasted the revolving ball into Hadley's groin. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH...UUUAAAHHHHAAAAA...UUUUAAAHHHHAAA...AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!.... I'll go... I'll never come back... I promise..."

THUDD!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH....AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH...AAAHH...please stop...stop... how much money do you need?... tell me?... how much?"

THWACK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH... please.. please... what do you want...please."
"I am getting what I want... the pleasure to see you in pain"

THRRRAAAKK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!... please please stop...stop"
Hadley began to pant. 

"Hey Red, Caps leakin' his jizz", Andy chuckled.

Strings of translucent pre-ejaculate started to leave his wet and damp jockstrap. Andy took a knife from the shelf and tore the jockstrap off. Lo and behold. Captain Hadley, thought now strapped to a pole like a neutered bull, was a man's man. a full tuft of blond and brown pubic hair engulfed his heavy uncut penis with its glans peeping out of his foreskin and oozing crystalline pre cum. Below his penis was a set of large swollen testicles trapped in the softest skin of his scrotum. Andy held them in his palms as Hadley whimpered, anticipating more pain. His magnificent cum filled globes moved about, drooping and constricting themselves in his ball sac, like a pair of lion cubs trapped in a poachers net trying desperately to escape. Hadley regretted not having children, fooling around with prostitutes and even masturbation. if only he could put all that wasted semen to good use. the line of his ancestors began to die with the death of his balls.

"Which nut you like the most?... the right one?", Andy said, whipping a stick on the right testicle, "or the left one?" then whipping the left hanging testicle.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH... AAAAhhh... please... let ... me...go", Hadley begged.

"the left one is bigger... we save the right one... the left one it is... "Andy said, after inspecting the worn out sac. His face inches away, to get a whiff of the intoxicating man stench emanating from his pubes.

He harnessed Hadley's right testicle to his thigh with the torn jockstrap and let the left one hanging free. with a broken pool stick he began to strike the loose left testicle. with every blow it spun inside Hadley's nut sac and ricocheted between his thighs and rebounded with his iron buttocks. with every agonizing whip, his testicle inflated to a size of a potato.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH... GOD... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... WHY?...WHY?... WHY?...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH...AAAAAAAAAAAAHH... AAAAAAHH... WHY?", cried Hadley, each yelp came from his soul. there was nothing fake about Hadley tonight, it was guaranteed that whatever came out of his mouth, came out with all honesty.

"Why?...", yelled Andy,"Why?...you still don't know why...?"
Hadley was in too much pain. He didn't know anything anymore. He just wanted to heal. in response to Andy's question he uttered a word that Andy hated, even before he went prison.

"No. I don't know...I don't know why... please... "

"Then I will teach you why after I CUT some loose meat OFF OF YOU!!!!"
with that Andy turned around, grabbed the knife and place it at the base of his dangling testicle.

"say goodbye to that nut, Cap" Andy yelled from between his teeth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhHH ... Please... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH.... HELP... HHHHEEEEELLLLLP!!!... HE'S CUTTING IT OFF... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"

"ANDY!!!... STTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOPPP!!!...STOP" cried Red from behind."Just Stop, for a moment."

Hadley urinated all over the floor in fear and began to cry.

"He's gonna bleed out... He'll bleed out in 7 minutes and then he'll die", yelled Red, trying to put some sense into Andy.

"we'll throw him in the sea"

"I don't care about what you do to that motherfucker or his funny bits... if he dies you'll become Hadley and he'll become the inmate he mercilessly battered to death... don't become him... you are my friend... come back to me... come back to the memory of your dead wife... come back. Don't go... there."

"But... He... deserves it"

"Let it go...you have put him in hell... his nads look like the fucking antichrist... the god damn Jews found more pity with fucking Hitler then he did with you in the past two hours...come on."

Andy never hated Red that much than at that moment. He also knew he was right.

With one swipe of the knife he cut Hadley's harnesses. Hadley crashed on the ground and caressed his balls delicately, inspecting the damage. His balls hurt and there was a humiliatingly large difference between the size of his battered left testicle and his right.

"FUCK YOU" Hadley yelled, while on his knees and clutching his balls, "I am GONNA FUCK YOU BOTH, MOTHERFUCKERS."

Andy turned in anger and gave a power kick to his balls.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The pain was too much. Hadley's pelvic muscles had a reflex so profoundly that Hadley felt his penis erecting in a flash and squirting out a hot batch of his man fluid all over the floor.

Panting heavily and groping his aching balls Hadley crawled into the darkest corner of the room where his nakedness could find some shelter and began to sob.

"I'll sell you to the burro show owners tomorrow. they are looking for men these days. men squeal better... after the donkey sees your donkey balls, it would want to mount you." Andy yelled at the 'once-a-man'. This time Hadley said nothing back. 

After selling Hadley to Juarez for 50 Pasos, Andy and Red took their boat out to the sea. Andy realized that it would take some time to escape from the Shawshank prison he created in his head. Red would always be there to make him breathe again.

Red came from behind Andy and wrapped his arms around him. Andy felt something hard against his buttocks but chose to ignore it.

"Let me love you. Don't ignore how I look at you. Don't ignore how you feel about me. I won't trap you", Red exclaimed passionately.

"What are you doing?... What are WE doing?... I have nowhere to go..."

"Shhhhhhh", told Red while tightening his hug around him. "I love you."

Andy looked back at Red, slipped his shorts down, parted his cheeks and finally let someone in his heart. "I love you too."

Hard kick to the balls

One nicely-aimed kick to his dangling testicles and down he goes.

Streetfighter Ballbusting

Destroyed Manhood

After busting and abusing his opponent's vulnerable testicles during a dirty match, the victor completes his utter destruction of the vanquished male's manhood by stomping on his broken, battered balls while posing in victory.

Oh, my aching balls

A heel on knees clutches his aching testicles in agony as the cruel jobber looks on, gloating over the punishment he inflicted on his opponent's tender big boy balls.

Testicle Leash

No better way of controlling a man than by grabbing, squeezing, and yanking on his big balls.

Wrestling Ball Kick

While the jobber in the silver trunks is helplessly displayed on the turnstiles, the heel delivers a hard kick to his vulnerable, bobbing gonads.

Double trouble

Never underestimate a kneeling woman. Two thugs have their balls crushed by her fists.

Horny Ball Squeeze

Instead of getting off, a horny male has his sperm-filled gonads squeezed by his girlfriend.

The Park Brawl

by Darrel L.

Jacob was on his usual evening run after getting off work. He was 29, in great shape and in the prime of life. He lived in a fairly quiet neighborhood inhabited by young families and at around dinner, the park didn't have many people around. As he jogged past a clearing in the woods, he heard some voices arguing and so he stopped for a bit to see what was going on.

Spying from behind some bushes, he saw two kids - one looked like he was bullying the other. The bigger boy was about 16 but was built like a linebacker, about 6'5" tall and 300 pounds, muscular but pudgy. The smaller, thinner boy looked to be about 13, 5'2" and 100 pounds. The bigger boy had grabbed the smaller kid by his backpack and was laughing as he swung him about wildly. The smaller boy was yelling loudly in protest but couldn't do much to stop his oversized bully. The bully finally let the bag go and the boy went tumbling on the grass like a little ragdoll, then lumbered over and stood over his victim, massive legs spread and hands on his waist as he continued to taunt and laugh at him.

Jacob was getting pissed and was about to put the bully in his place when he heard the little kid yell angrily, "Don't you fucking talk about my brother again!!" as he kicked directly upwards between the two bulky legs, nailing his bully right in his vulnerable gonads. Jacob was stunned by the turn of events. The hefty teenage boy appeared just as surprised and let out a low-pitched moan as he hugged himself, doubled-over from the aching pain in his big boy balls. The smaller boy quickly scrambled to his feet but instead of running away, threw his bag aside, and faced his bully with his little fists balled up, ready for a fight.

"You're dead!" the bully croaked, suppressing the blazing pain in his groin as he whipped off his shirt. Clad in basketball shorts, the overgrown bully raised his large ham-like fists as well, his eyes glowering with anger from being so unceremoniously kicked in the balls.

"Bring it on, fat boy!" the smaller boy answered fearlessly.

Jacob wanted to stop the fight, fearing that the smaller kid would be pulverized, but a part of him was mesmerized by the action, rooting for the fearless little wolverine facing the big male bull.

The bully lumbered forward, his fat gut jiggling about and his bulging genitals flopping from side to side as he wildly swung his big fists. If one punch connected with the kid, it would have been the end of him but he managed to dodge every blow. The husky teen continued to throw clumsy punches that only hit at air and he began to tire, his punches growing slower and more awkward. His smaller opponent, probably sensing his massive attacker was winded and vulnerable, launched a fast, furious counter-attack. His punches were not as powerful as the bigger boy's but were deadly accurate, striking the bully's doughy face rapidly and sending him into a retreat. As the bully raised his brawny arms to protect his head, the smaller kid expertly switched targets, his tiny fists lacing into his bully's flabby gut. When the bully lowered his arms, a barrage of rapid, angry punches would instead fly at his face.

Dazed and desperate, the bigger boy spread his beefy arms to try to grab his nimble attacker. Instead of dodging, the smaller kid grabbed his bully's muscular arms for support as he swung his knee between the teenager's thick legs. His knee crashed into the hapless husky oaf's big, bobbing balls, once, twice and a third time as the bigger boy wailed in pitiful agony and doubled over again, clutching his aching, injured testicles. After bringing his overgrown bully to a manageable height, the smaller boy landed a powerful punch to his bully's nose, drawing blood and a loud cry of pain. The bigger boy instinctively brought his hands to his wounded face and straightened up, his legs spread for balance and leaving his battered nards open for attack. The smaller kid swung a deadly kick that smashed into the bully's traumatized genitals with a loud, sickening thwack. A weak, anguished squeal escaped the bigger boy's lips as he dropped to his knees, semi-conscious from the brutal attack on his head and tender testicles. One hand was feebly trying to defend his face and the other barely protected his aching testicles. The smaller boy continued his relentless assault, grabbing a handful of his would-be tormentor's hair with one hand as the other launched a few more punches into his bloodied, doughy face.

He then kicked away the bully's hand, drew back his foot and swung it between the V formed by the kneeling bully's thighs, smashing it into the bigger boy's sensitive, traumatized manhood yet again. His bully's jaw fell open in a silent scream of anguish as nauseating pain exploded from his fragile testicles. He let go off the bigger boy's hair and the hefty teenage crumpled on the grass, barely conscious from the inhumane pain searing his brain. Part of Jacob wanted to stop the furious assault on the fallen teen but the sight of a smaller boy completely destroying a much bigger kid turned him on and he had a raging erection that obscenely tented his thin running shorts. He was completely riveted as he watched the smaller kid pull off the bigger boy's shorts and boxers. Completely naked with all the fight beaten out of him, the bully didn't resist and could only whimper in fear. The smaller boy then took the bully's T-shirt and ripped it into strips to tie his arms behind his back and his ankles together.

He flipped the sobbing bully on his back and Jacob started to precum copiously and involuntarily touch his boner when he caught sight of the bully's bruised, bloated balls which were the color and size of large juicy plums, nestled between his massive thighs and little stump-like cock, likely shriveled from humiliation, fear and pain. The smaller kid then sat on his bully's barrel-like chest in a school-boy pin and stared into the bigger boy's tear-filled eyes.

"Please... please... I'm sorry... please... no more..." the bully whimpered in defeat.

Instead of giving him any mercy, the smaller kid launched a few more punches into his bully's tear-stained, bloodied face and then turned around so that he was facing his bully's busted, purplish balls. Jacob saw a sadistic smile light up the wild little warrior's face as he began to rain down punches on his bully's swollen, traumatized genitals. Loud meaty thuds rang out as his bony little fists smashed into the nerve-rich, bruised, fleshy orbs of testicular tissue and the unfortunate bully could only howl in agony, his beefy body spasming weakly with every blow. Jacob's rational brain told him that he should stop the fight before permanent damage the bigger boy's manhood suffered permanent damage, but his throbbing erection began to pulsate with each punch.

After a few minutes, those meaty thuds began to sound like squishy thwacks as the bully's battered, bruised, and busted nards swelled to the size of grapefruits. The bigger boy was on the verge of passing out but the smaller boy slapped his face around to rouse him. Waking up from the fog of pain, he begged his victim to let him go and promised to stop picking on him. The smaller kid undid the make-shift ropes and commanded his bully to get on all fours with his large, chubby ass in the air. His large frame wracked by miserable sobs, the bully fearfully obeyed his would-be victim.

"Please don't hurt my balls anymore... I wanna have kids... please, man..." the crying bully whined.

Snorting in contempt, the smaller kid took a few steps back, ran forward and swung a powerful, devastating kick between his bully's ass cheeks, punting the unfortunate male's swollen, squishy, dangling gonads with such force that his entire lower body lifted off the ground as he screamed in abject agony. The sickening pain was too much for the bigger teen, and he was out cold as his beefy body flopped back on the grass. Jacob lost control and creamed his underwear and shorts the moment the smaller boy's foot smashed into the bully's oversized balls. As an intense orgasm rocked his loins, his legs buckled and he had to grab on to a nearby tree to prevent himself from falling over.

As he recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm, Jacob saw the bully's large, unconscious frame lying on the grass as the smaller boy walked off in the distance, a spring in his step after vanquishing his much larger tormentor and utterly destroying his manhood. Ashamed of himself, Jacob rushed over to the unconscious boy to check on him. Thankfully, he was alive, only passed out. He reached between the bully's legs and gingerly felt his testicles. His testicles were massively swollen, squishy and very bruised but still intact.

Embarrassed by the wet, sticky patch on his shorts, Jacob decided to run back home to clean off his jizz before going back to the park. He managed to rouse the unconscious teenager.

"Uh... It's ok. Don't tell anyone. I fell..." the boy lied to Jacob as he gingerly pulled on his shorts and limped away in humiliation, wincing and yelping every time his swollen, fragile, dangling balls bumped about.

Wrestling pain and pleasure

Defeat can be both painful and pleasurable as a male wrestler gets his balls squeezed while being milked.

2 on 1 ballbusting

The defeated hunk is held down by one punk as the other pulls his trunks down and reaches between his ass cheeks to grab and abuse the fallen man's vulnerable testicles.

Tom's Ballbusting Adventures - Part 3 (Anti-Bully Class Begins)

by Darrel L.

Thanks to those who provided ideas that helped me develop the concept for this story. Keep the ideas cumming!

Tom smacked his the snooze button on his alarm clock and nuzzled against his pillow groggily. Barely awake, he was acutely aware of his throbbing morning wood and began gently grinding it against his bed, enjoying the sensations emanating from his genitals. As the horny college freshman humped the sheets, his mind drifted back to his one of the most memorable (and painful) ballbusting adventures in his memory.

The summer when he was 16, his parents were travelling, and he was left at home at the mercy of his sadistic younger brothers. He was still in his growth spurt and was now a hulking 7 feet tall, weighing almost 380 pounds - a giant of a teenager - but after getting his oversized, low-hanging testicles abused by his younger, much smaller built siblings, he was intimidated by them. He was just waking up one morning, and was surprised to see Martin, who was 14, sitting beside him on his bed.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Tom barked.

"Just watching you sleep, big brother," he grinned cheekily.

"Get out!" Tom retorted as he turned away from Martin, trying to hide his morning wood from his brother.

"I have a proposal for you, big brother," Martin said as he slid into bed with Tom.

"No. Just leave me alone," Tom mumbled, still sleepy.

"Listen, if you do what Chad and I want you to do today, we'll be nice to you for a whole week," he offered.

"Forget it," Tom answered.

Martin then reached around Tom's chubby waist, quickly reached into his loose cotton boxers and grabbed Tom's rigid cock.

"Damn. Someone's horny! Fully erect but still so small!" Martin teased.

"Hey! Fuck off!" Tom cussed as he tried to smack his nuisance brother away. He wasn't quick enough; Martin deftly reached between his overgrown brother's massively-muscled thighs with his other hand and grabbed his pendulous balls. Tom yelped in surprise and tried to free himself but it was too late, Martin yanked backwards hard, stretching the giant teen's fat, low-hanging gonads as far as his smooth, pink, sagging scrotum would allow. The beefy teenager yowled in pain and protest as his younger brother maintained his tight grip on his sensitive, oversized manhood.

"Now, I don't think I made myself clear enough, brother. Chad and I want you to be part of a plan we have and you don't have much of a choice. Just because we are your brothers, we're gonna be kind to you and stop abusing these useless balls you have here for a week afterwards, you got that?" Martin hissed.

Tom nodded miserably, the aching pain building up in his trapped, stretched gonads and hitting him right in his gut.

"All you got to do is put on a blindfold, listen to some music, and be the model for a little self-defense class we are organizing for three 10 year old boys. You'll be taking a few blows to your body but you're such a big strong man, it probably wouldn't even hurt. Simple, eh?" Martin explained.

The pain blazing in his gonads was too much for Tom and he just nodded in agreement, desperate to end the nauseating agony emanating from his groin, and begging his brother to stop abusing his aching testicles.

"Good boy!" Martin teased, patting the whimpering Tom on his large jiggly ass.

Martin then made the hurting teenager get out of bed and go into the basement. There, Tom saw two large metal loops in the ground, about shoulder-width apart and another metal loop on the ceiling. Martin then made him put on a blindfold. Tom was apprehensive about what was going to happen but was too afraid that his brothers would bust his balls again and just complied. Martin led the bulky, blindfolded hunk towards the metal loops. He first tied his brawny arms together and tied it to the loop on the ceiling. Tom protested but Martin ordered him to be quiet. Tom began struggling but Martin brought his knee up savagely between Tom's thick thighs, smashing into his dangling balls with sickening force. Tom howled pitifully and immediately stopped struggling, his ponderous gonads blazing with pain. He tried to double over but was held up by his restrained arms. Having subdued his large prey, Martin had no trouble tying each ankle to the metal loops on the ground.

He then stood back to admire the sight - his hulking, muscular older brother helplessly strung up by his powerful arms with each trunk-like leg tied down so that his legs were spread apart, his large, egg-sized, testicles dangling vulnerably in a long, pink, scrotum beneath a comparatively rather small cock.

"I got your iPod here, Tom. I'm gonna play some music for you, ok? See, I'm not that bad," Martin chuckled as he slapped on headphones and blasted music into Tom's ears. Now, Tom was blind and couldn't hear a single thing going on around him.

In a few minutes, Tom's youngest brother, 12-year-old Chad, came into the basement with three boys. Ever the enterprising one, Chad had befriended the three of them because they all had something in common - they were puny kids who were bullied by bigger boys but were rich. Chad and Martin offered to teach them how to fight off bigger boys for a hundred bucks per session. Sick of being victimized, the three readily agreed.

The boys were only about 4 feet tall and about 90 pounds. Their jaws fell open when they saw Tom's massive, naked, figure blindfolded and tied up.

"After we're done with you kids, you'll be able to take down overgrown oafs like our big brother here. He used to bully us but we found out how to beat him and make him our bitch. Now, he follows all our orders," Chad told the stunned boys.

"The first step is to get over your fear of the bigger boys. They're made of flesh and blood like you and can feel pain like you. I want you to go up to him and feel his body," Martin began.

The three boys timidly approached Tom. Although he was blindfolded and totally vulnerable, they were still subconsciously afraid of the massive, older teenager. They started by gently poking at his midsection. Tom flinched in surprise but after a while, he calmed down. The boys grew bolder, poking him harder and grabbing at his muscles but he wasn't very bothered.

"See? He feels just like you, doesn't he?" Chad smiled.

"The second thing you should understand that is that you are weaker than your bully and so, you must know how to make your attack count. Since you're weaker, you must know where your bully's weak spots are and you must know how to hit them hard. By concentrating your attack on his weak points, you will be able to beat him and avoid getting your ass kicked," Martin continued.

Chad then took out a wiffle bat and smacked each boy on the head.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No," each boy answered with a laugh.

"I want each of you to use that bat and hit Tom as hard as you can and cause him pain. Imagine he's your bully and you only had one chance to hit him and that you're so weak, your punches are like a wiffle bat," Martin ordered.

Andy was the first. He took a hard swing at Tom's midsection. A loud smack rang out as the bat hit his abdomen but Tom barely flinched. When it came to his turn, Paul hit Tom's barrel-like chest, which also hardly caused any reaction. Brandon tried a different tack and hit Tom's beefy butt and as expected, didn't cause any pain whatsoever.

"If he were your bully, you'd all would be pulverized by now," Martin laughed.

Chad took the bat, went up to the Tom's bulky, naked frame, reached between his legs and gently took hold of his overgrown genitals. Tom let out a whimper, anticipating abuse on his sensitive manhood.

"You see how the big boy gets all nervous when I have his privates in my hand?" Chad smiled.

"A man's dick and balls are sensitive. It can give him lots of pleasure or be the source of lots of pain," Martin chimed in.

"You see how his dick is getting harder and longer?" Chad asked as he let the fat, fleshy orbs roll about in their loose, almost transluscent scrotum. The boys watched Tom's member swell up and reached forward to feel the rigid organ.

"He likes us touching his cock, the sicko. When a man is turned on or gets horny, his dick gets hard like that. That's what you call a boner. Think of this as your biology class as well," Martin lectured with a grin.

"Although his cock is sensitive, it doesn't get hurt that easily. See?" Chad told them as he smacked Tom's erect cock repeatedly with the bat, making it bounce about comically. Tom yelped in surprise but didn't seem to be in much pain. In fact, his cock seemed to swell up even more.

Chad then grabbed hold of Tom's big bobbing balls, trapping them at the base of his long scrotum, and swung the bat hard. A loud meaty thwack rang out as the bat bashed Tom's squishy testicles and Tom immediately let out a howl of agony. Chad beat poor Tom's vulnerable nards three more times for effect, as the hulking teenager screamed and squirmed in anguish. His erection deflated as he desperately tugged against his restraints, trying to protect his injured jizz-tanks.

The boys' eyes grew wide in surprise as they saw how weak the massive, beefy male's gonads were and how much pain a wimpy wiffle bat could inflict on them. "You see, boys? All guys are very vulnerable right here - in the balls!" Chad proudly told them as he grabbed at Tom's aching balls roughly, drawing a loud whimper from the hunk.

"A punch to the face is pretty effective but as you can see, if your bully is much taller than you, it can be difficult. Besides, he will see your punch coming and may avoid it. The balls are conveniently located for any attack you can dish out," Martin told the visibly excited boys.

Chad then let the boys come up to feel Tom's overgrown nards. Each boy looked amazed as they handled the hefty, heavy organs, feeling how squishy they were and how they bobbed around. The horny, husky teenager responded to the ministrations on his genitals with another throbbing erection. As the boys continued to explore his oversized gonads, Tom began to emit little moans of pleasure.

"Why are his balls pulling upwards?" Paul inquired as he gently tugged at them.

"Uh oh. Get back!" Martin warned. It was too late. Tom let out a loud moan as his rigid cock began squirting copious amounts of white goo all over the place, including on Paul. His shirt covered in jizz, Paul yelled in disgust as he jumped back.

"Another biology lesson for you - a man's balls produces sperm, the stuff that makes babies. When he gets excited enough, it shoots out of his cock, and looks kinda like cream, as you can see," Martin explained to the visibly disgusted boys.

"Bad boy!" Chad scolded as he unleashed a kick that flew between Tom's legs and crashed into his big, bobbing balls which were exquisitely sensitive after his orgasm. Tom wailed pitifully, his climax utterly ruined by Chad's savage kick to his tender testicles.

"One of the most effective attacks you can learn is a kick to the nards. A hard kick to the balls is enough to stop any bully dead in his tracks and give you time to escape or, once you're better at fighting, give you the opportunity to beat his ass," Chad explained.

"It's pretty straightforward. You swing your leg forward so that the top of your foot smashes into the testicles. If you kick too far forward, the impact wouldn't be that much since your shin will hit his nuts and he may still be able to attack you. If you're too far away, you may miss. So the key is to be able to judge the distance between your foot and your bully's balls," Martin went on.

With music blaring in his ears, Tom couldn't hear a single thing - unaware of the world of pain that was coming his way. Paul stood in front of his bulky figure, channeled his anger at being jizzed on, took aim and swung his foot between his trunk-like legs, solidly smashing into Tom's low-hanging plums. Tom yowled in pain and tried to bring his legs together to protect his vulnerable, traumatized testicles but his restraints held him in place.

"Right on target!" Chad congratulated the beaming Paul.

Andy excitedly eyed his target, the large fleshy orbs bobbing between Tom's beefy thighs, then quickly launched a kick at the tender organs. His foot smacked into Tom's taint while the bottom part of his shin connected with his gonads. Tom let out a yell but didn't seem to be in as much pain as before. Before he could recover, Andy quickly re-oriented himself and launched another kick. His sneaker-clad foot sailed through the air and this time, connected solidly with their intended target - Tom's rapidly-swelling, aching sperm-makers. A hoarse cry of agony escaped from Tom's mouth, and tears began wetting his blindfold.

"Beautiful kick, Andy!" Martin announced.

Brandon could barely contain himself and ran right up to Tom and kicked but missed. Instead, he kicked Tom's semi-erect, dripping cock, causing it swing up and smack Tom's lower abdomen. Tom wailed in pain, his penis more sensitive right after his orgasm.

"Your aim was off. Tom's cock is sensitive after he came but if you miss like that, your bully could still fight on. Don't lose your focus, aim for his balls!" Chad told him.

Brandon took aim again, and unleashed his kick. His kick was so hard that a loud thwack rang out as his unforgiving foot collided with the hulking male's vulnerable, low-hanging, swollen, nerve-filled testicles. Tom's screamed, his voice many notches higher, as the awful anguish exploded from his groin and his entire beefy frame going limp, barely held up by his restraints.

"Ok, boys, I think our big brother can't take anymore today. Pussy!" Martin laughed as he gently cupped Tom's aching balls which were beginning to swell to the size of, and turn as red as, ripe apples.

"We'll let him rest and recover and we'll let you practice beating his big, useless balls in a week," Chad announced.

"Can we milk him?" Paul asked excitedly.

"What? Sure... why not?" Martin chuckled.

Poor Tom remained helplessly bound as the boys took turns playing with his painfully-erect cock which had turned an angry shade of purple. They mercilessly stroked the sobbing hunk's cock, and made him empty load after load. A small puddle of warm, male milk formed on the ground, mixing with the beefy hunk's sweat and tears. Finally, Tom dry-came, a pathetic little drop of liquid dribbling from his cock. That caused Tom pain he had never felt before, it was as though his aching, busted balls spasmed and tried to pull inside him. He screamed loudly in anguish as he bucked at his restraints.

"Ok, boys. Enough," Martin stopped the torture, feeling a twinge of pity for his big brother as he undid his restraints. Tom collapsed on the ground in the mess he made, making mewling animal noises as he weakly curled up in agony. His brothers and the boys left him there and only after an hour could the traumatized, hefty male begin to slowly crawl out of the basement.

The most creative wrestling low-blow ever :-)

Low blow into the tree of woe... then 69... yeah.

Squeezing testicles

When your buddy is trapped and helpless, that's the best time to grope and squeeze his vulnerable big boy balls.

Ball Spanking

Punish his testicles - spank em them until he cums!

Pop his testicles

Press down with your thumb, hear him squeal, and see which testicle pops first

Muscle Slave CBT

A muscle slave has his dick and balls smacked and punished for having a hard-on without his master's permission.

Wrestling Ball Squeeze

Big muscles ain't worth shit when your opponent has you by your pathetic balls!

Hammered testicles

A mallet to his balls and he spasms like he's having a fucking seizure.

Boxing low blow

Three powerful punches to the balls and the big guy goes down.