Sorry for the long wait but here's Part 4. Thanks to those who provided ideas that helped me develop the concept for this story. Keep em' cumming!
Another ballbusting story by Darrel L.
It was a week after Tom was used as a prop for his younger
brothers’ so-called anti-bully class for three other kids. Chad and Martin had showed
the kids how they could defeat a much bigger man by taking advantage of his
weak spot – his balls. Needless to say, the kids took practice shots at poor
Tom’s fat, bobbing balls, leaving the beefy teen in a world of agony.
As promised, Chad and Martin let their big brother’s abused
gonads recover for a whole week. They were actually nice to their hulking
brother for that entire time, with the purpose of lulling him into a false
sense of security. One week after his ample genitals were the target for that
self-defense class, Chad and Martin brought the three boys back for another lesson.
Tom had just got home from the gym, his chest, arms and
shoulders pumped and looking bigger than usual. As he entered the front door,
he found Chad sitting on the couch, smiling innocently at him.
“What’s up, big brother?” Chad asked.
“What do you want?” Tom asked suspiciously.
“Nothing at all, Tommy. Can’t I just ask how my beloved big
brother is?” Chad grinned.
“Hmph,” Tom grunted as he put his gym bag down and started
walking towards the kitchen.
Chad followed Tom. His 5’1” 120 pound figure skipped behind
the 7’ 380 pound behemoth.
“Stop following me!” Tom growled.
“Come with me to the basement,” Chad replied.
“What the fuck for?” Tom hissed.
“Remember the little self-defense class that we had a week
ago?” Today is the next class and we need you to be our model bully again. Your
nice plump balls made such a great target,” Chad answered sweetly.
“Oh fuck no! Fuck off!” Tom replied, as he roughly tried to shove his
tiny brother away. Chad neatly avoided his brawny arm, grabbed him by the wrist
and quickly twisted Tom’s arm behind his back. Tom groaned in pain as his strained
shoulder blazed with pain. Chad then shoved his husky, larger brother’s face
against the kitchen wall, kicked both his legs apart, and balled up his free
hand into an unforgiving fist and drove it up savagely between Tom’s trunk-like
legs. Tom screamed as Chad’s small but hard fist smashed into his large,
low-hanging balls. Without missing a beat, Chad drove another punch into Tom’s
meaty nards, driving Tom’s squeals up by an octave.
“Now, big brother, would you like to come with me quietly
now, and as a reward, Martin and I will leave you alone for two weeks? Or must
I beat your big useless balls some more, make you cry like the pussy you are,
and then drag your fat doughy ass to the basement after which we will continue
playing with those weak, pathetic fruits between your legs that you call your balls?” Chad whispered
in his ear.
“I’ll go, I’ll go with you… please don’t hit my balls
anymore,” Tom begged.
Chad let his big brother’s arm go, and Tom crumpled to his
knees, whining and clutching at his hurting genitals.
“Now get up, take off your clothes, and come down with me
before I hurt your wimpy nuts again!” Chad ordered.
Trying his best to block the pain in his groin, Tom slowly
pulled off his tank top and shorts and stood there in his tightie-whities, his overgrown, cum-laden balls obscenely protruding and stretching the thin cotton material. Chad then led him down
into the basement where Martin and the three boys were eagerly awaiting. The
boys’ gaped in amazement as the hefty, beefy teenager descended the stairs into
the basement, his ample package jiggling about with each heavy step he took.
“Here he is!” Martin cheered. Tom’s heart sank, he knew he
was in for a painful afternoon, and that he wouldn’t be walking straight for
the next few days. The only consolation was that this would buy him two weeks
of relative peace and quiet, especially for his fragile manhood. After he had his overgrown gonads busted the last time, they had been so sore he was not able to jack off, and he wanted to relieve his sexual tension today but his brothers had other plans for him.
“Ok, kids, last week you learned some basic lessons on how
to deal with a bully. Today, we will have live lessons with our big brother Tom
here. Chad and I have devised a little competition to help you learn the
important life lessons we have for you. Each of you will have a turn against
Tommy-boy here. The rules of the competition are simple. Tom wins if he can pin
you to the ground for 10 seconds or if he can take you past the white line on
the other end of the basement. You will win if you are able to take Tom’s faggy
little undies off, or if you can make him cross that white line,” Martin
explained.
Tom was incredulous. Surely a 7 foot tall, 380 pound
muscle-bound hulk like him could beat three ten-year old boys less than a third of his size! His fighting spirit
was revived. He thought he would finally be able to avoid humiliation, and get two weeks of
respite.
Andy was the first to face off against Tom. It seemed a
ridiculous match-up. Andy was 4’9” and about 90 pounds, only a quarter of Tom’s
massive size. Tom charged at Andy, his muscular arms spread, and grabbed Andy
around the shoulders. Andy froze like a deer in headlights, as Tom easily
lifted him off the ground and carried him 30 feet across the basement and
plopped him down beyond the white line that Martin had drawn on the basement
floor. He roared victoriously with his arms in the air. Andy remained too stunned to react, and just sat there with a glassy stare.
“Well, looks like Tom wins,” Chad fumed.
“What the hell happened, Andy?” Martin demanded.
“I don’t know… I froze, I guess” Andy stammered.
“If you freeze, your bully will beat the fuck out of you,
understood?” Chad reprimanded the boys.
Tom’s confidence was through the roof by now. He didn’t
think the other two boys had a chance in hell against him. He’d wipe the floor
with their puny asses, and maybe redeem some of his dignity and manhood.
It was Paul’s turn to face the hefty giant. Tom smiled
cockily at the small boy, who was about the size of Andy. He wanted to toy with him a little first,
just for his own entertainment. He reached forward and ruffled Paul’s hair,
taunting his pint-sized opponent.
“Aren’t you a cute little monkey? You think you can beat me?
Do you?” Tom teased as he shoved Paul to the ground. Paul jumped to his feet
again, and swung a few punches at Tom, but Tom’s longer arm span kept Paul at
bay. Again, he started ruffling his hair while laughing at Paul’s attempts to
fight him. Bored of toying with Paul, Tom shoved him to the ground roughly.
“Now let’s see how easy it is to pin your skinny ass down,”
Tom said as he knelt down beside Paul. He used just one hand to push down on
Paul’s neck, rubbing his face into the ground, as he mockingly counted back
from ten as slowly as he could. Paul struggled valiantly but couldn’t free himself. Tom was far too strong.
Suddenly, something clicked inside Paul. Just inches away from his
hand was Tom’s ample jizz-tanks, with nothing but a thin layer of cotton to
protect those weak, sensitive organs. Remembering how much pain Tom suffered the previous week after his balls were beaten, Paul
immediately seized hold of Tom’s left, lower-hanging testicle and
immediately began twisting and crushing the delicate bulbous organ between his
fingers and palm, squeezing the tender egg-sized orb so hard it flattened
slightly and became more elliptical. With agony erupting from his groin, Tom immediately let go of Paul to tend to his aching testicle. His face was contorted
in a mask of agony as he desperately tried to pry Paul’s tiny fingers which were wrapped around his large left testicle like steel cables, crushing the squishy man plum.
His forearm muscles on fire from applying so much pressure
to Tom’s overgrown gonad, Paul had to finally let go and quickly scampered away from the traumatized Tom. The big, husky male was in no shape to go after Paul. He was hunched over,
nursing his injured sperm-tank, and trying to contend with the nauseating pain
deep in his stomach. Tom suppressed the pain enough to stand and lumber towards
Paul.
“You’re fucking dead now,” Tom growled, his face red with
anger.
“Bring it, big boy!” Paul answered, dancing on the balls of
his feet with his fists up.
Tom decided he should just grab the little pest and haul him
across the line like how he dealt with Andy. His large arms reached forward to
grab Paul but he ducked out of reach. Tom’s arms grabbed clumsily at air
multiple times, failing to capture the wily 10-year-old who continued ducking and weaving from Tom's clumsy offensive. Changing tactics, Paul
dropped to one knee and drove a punch into Tom’s ponderous, cum-laden, bobbing
balls. Tom’s arms froze in mid-air as Paul’s tiny but forceful right fist
buried itself in the squishy meatiness of Tom’s left testicle, which was
already horribly sore from being squeezed moments earlier. Before Tom could
react or even scream, Paul fired off another three punches – each fist smacking
into each of Tom’s heavy, bull balls. Tom’s knees buckled and strangled gasping
noises escaped from his open lips, his face frozen in an expression of shock and anguish. His
arms slowly reached for his traumatized testicles as he sank to the floor in abject
agony. He knelt there with his face on the ground and his large beefy butt in
the air, making guttural groans while clutching his throbbing, aching balls, as
waves of nauseating anguish exploded from his busted and battered genitals.
Paul danced around the injured giant, kicking at his beefy
body without much effect. The huge bodybuilder barely felt Paul’s little
feet smacking into his muscular body. Tom tried to block the pain and get back to his
feet, but the behemoth was forced to move extremely slowly due to the agonizing
pain emanating from his fat testicles. He managed to get on one knee but Paul continued
throwing punches at his head. The punches, particularly those landing close to
his eyes, bothered the hulking Tom enough that he tried to fend off his
pint-sized attacker. His brawny arms moved too slowly to do much good to
protect himself against Paul who looked like an angry wasp fighting a bull.
Even on one knee, Tom was still taller than Paul but was at a much more
manageable height for the pint-sized boy. Finally, Tom managed to grab hold of
Paul’s scrawny arms. He smirked and pulled Paul towards him, intending to use
his huge muscular mass to subdue him. Instead of freezing like Andy, Paul
quickly noticed that Tom’s muscular thighs were wide apart, affording the beefy
teen’s ponderous, aching gonads no protection whatsoever. As Tom pulled Paul
towards himself, the quick-thinking boy drew his foot back and swung it as hard
as he could between Tom’s thick legs. The top of his foot slammed into Tom’s
vulnerable, tenderized testicles with a loud thwack, flattening the soft, squishy
meatballs against his pelvis. Tom screamed in anguish and let go of Paul
immediately but as Tom tried to protect his badly aching balls, Paul kicked his
large, oafish hands away before delivering another savage kick to Tom’s
dangling, tenderized testicles.
Tom howled pitifully, and immediately dropped to the ground
in a fetal position, hugging himself in anguish. Paul stood victoriously over
the fallen hulk, and placed his foot victoriously on his thick, muscular neck.
Tom was too consumed by the sickening, inhumane pain in his big boy balls to
offer any resistance, deciding to just accept defeat rather than risk more
abuse to his oversized sperm tanks. Paul reached down, grabbed the waist band
of Tom’s white briefs, and ripped them off savagely. Tom screamed loudly as the
sudden loss of support caused his sore balls to flop out and smack into the
cold concrete, increasing his agony by a few notches.
Paul strutted off to the fight floor, victoriously waving
Tom’s torn white briefs like a trophy, leaving the massive, muscled giant lying
on the ground in a groaning, broken heap, nursing his injured male parts. Chad,
Martin, Andy, and Brandon cheered for the victorious Paul.
“Now you see how you defeat a bigger bully in a fight?”
Martin told the boys.
“It’s not as hard as you think. Go for his balls, and you’ll
demolish him, just like how Paul kicked our big brother's fat ass,” Chad continued.
The boys let Tom recover from the beating his balls just
received. After about 15 minutes, Tom managed to stagger to his feet, gingerly
feeling his large, laden testicles to make sure no permanent damage was
done. The naked bodybuilder slowly
lumbered to the center of the basement, his heavy, low-hanging, and now very
red testicles flopping about in their pink, smooth sac. Tom’s looked extremely
embarrassed at his throbbing boner, bewildered about why he was so turned on by
getting his balls busted by a much smaller opponent.
Brandon jumped up, eager to face his overgrown opponent. Tom
looked dazed and humiliated by the beating he suffered as well as by his raging
erection, but wanted to redeem himself by defeating Brandon. The 5’ 100 pound
boy danced around his colossal opponent, eyeing the proud, oversized but
pathetically fragile orbs dangling so invitingly in their long, delicate sac between
his thick thighs. Tom was definitely not as cocky as he was before, cautiously
eyeing Brandon and planning to protect his sore, swollen nards from further
abuse.
“You know, for such a big guy, your cock is pretty small,”
Brandon taunted his hulking opponent, baiting him into an attack.
“It must be so embarrassing. You’ve got huge muscles but only have a small dick and weak bloated balls hanging between your big legs,” Brandon continued.
As Brandon continued insulting his opponent, Tom’s face turned crimson with rage and his massive frame heaved as he grunted in anger. Finally,
Tom lost it and lunged at Brandon with a roar, grabbed the scrawny loud-mouth
by his ankles and hoisted him upside down. Chad and Martin gasped in shock, praying
that their big brother would not seriously injure the petite Brandon.
Grunting with satisfaction, Tom ambled slowly towards the
white line to deposit what he thought was his defeated opponent. For a moment,
Brandon panicked, disoriented by the sudden turn of events. But he gathered himself quickly, and as he
was being carried upside down, right in front of his face was Tom’s oversized,
low-hanging, and now quite swollen and red balls. The fat, apple-sized fleshy
orbs sloshed from side to side as the big oaf lumbered along, oblivious to the
precarious position his sensitive manhood was in. Brandon took full advantage
of his position, and grabbed Tom’s testicles, one in each hand. The massive oaf
stopped dead in his tracks, and as panic set in his mind completely froze. While hanging upside down, Brandon began crushing Tom’s swollen, squishy testicles in his hands with every
ounce of strength he had. His hands were smaller than Tom’s overgrown
testicles, but the nerve-filled, squishy round masses of testicular flesh were
no match for Brandon’s unforgiving grip. As his small fingers crushed the
bloated, cum-filled organs, the big teenager cried out as agonizing nausea
exploded from his crushed genitals into the pit of his stomach. He immediately
let go of Brandon’s legs to get his tormentor away from his massively aching
gonads. Brandon, however, did not let go of Tom’s tortured testicles but
instead used his dangling, pendulous organs like a rope to swing between his
massive legs. Tom instinctively snapped his thighs together and doubled over in
anguish to protect his delicate manhood but it was too late. Brandon was
standing behind him with a solid, strong grip on Tom’s overgrown, spunk-filled
gonads.
Tom whimpered miserably as the reality of his predicament
set in. Brandon, a fraction of Tom’s massive size, had him by the balls and
could do anything he wanted with him. The big teen was completely helpless now. Brandon giggled sadistically as he
squeezed the nerve-filled, squishy masses of testicular flesh and made Tom yelp
from the agony searing his brain. Tom’s pathetic cries only motivated Brandon to
abuse the vulnerable, traumatized hulk’s sore and swollen genitals even more. He yanked
and tugged on Tom’s pendulous balls between his large jiggly butt cheeks as he
continued to crush the life out of them, stretching the long pink scrotum to
its limits until it looked like a shiny fuzzy rope. He tried to swat his
tormentor away but only succeeded in annoying Brandon who then began twisting
poor Tom’s fat, fragile male nuggets while squeezing and tugging on them as
hard as he could. Tom could only manage a hoarse cry of anguish as unbelievable
pain seared his brain. The sickening agony blazing from his once-proud manhood
turned his muscular legs into jelly, and Tom sank to the ground. With his bulky
opponent on all fours, Brandon maintained his death-grip on his red, swollen
gonads and sat on the husky teenager’s back facing his butt.
“Now I get to ride the bull!” Brandon announced cheekily,
his tiny frame perched on Tom’s beefy muscular back.
“Move, bull boy!” Brandon commanded, tugging on Tom’s
pendulous testicles upwards, flossing the giant’s butt-crack.
Tom whined loudly as he painfully crawled backwards on all
fours, hoping to relieve the awful tension on his ball cords and the blazing
pain in his mangled sperm-makers.
Brandon continued to ride Tom around the room, using the
sobbing teen’s sagging big bull balls like a leash to maneuver him in any
direction he wanted. All the boys
laughed uproariously at the sight of a tiny boy riding on the back of a much
bigger male and torturing his overgrown genitals to force him to do as he
pleased. Tom sobbed pathetically as he crawled about backwards, desperately
trying to keep up with Brandon’s commands to reduce the nauseating pain in his
laden balls. His sobs were punctuated by loud yelps every time Brandon squeezed
or yanked harder. What made it even funnier for the boys was that Tom’s cock
remained painfully erect even as Brandon humiliated and abused the burly teen.
Brandon finally “rode” Tom across the white line in the
basement, but refused to dismount despite knowing he had defeated the beefy
bodybuilder. Instead, he squeezed, yanked, and twisted on the wailing hulk’s
very swollen gonads even harder, as though he were trying to strangle the life
from Tom’s battered balls, which were now the size and color of juicy red
apples. Tom’s mouth was wide open, and his face contorted into a mask of
anguish, but only keening noises came out.
“Moo like a fucking bull!” Brandon commanded.
Tom hesitated. To compel his hefty captive's obedience, Brandon dug his tiny fingers deeper into
the nerve-filled masses of testicular flesh trapped in his hands. He squeezed
the large, squishy organs so hard, all the veins in Tom’s pink fuzzy scrotum
stood out, as though they may pop, drawing a blood-curdling shriek from the tormented hunk.
"Now will you moo like a bull, or should I pop one of these useless puppies?" Brandon threatened.
Unable to withstand the torment any longer,
Tom gave up the last shred of his dignity and masculinity, and began making mooing noises like he was ordered. Chad flipped out his cellphone and recorded
the spectacle of his big oafish brother completely naked with a hard-on and behaving like a bull. As he continued to make bull-like bellows as best he could, Brandon gripped
and tugged on Tom’s bloated, battered balls with one hand, and with the other,
he grabbed Tom’s rigid, leaking cock and started stroking it.
In about ten seconds, Tom’s loins exploded in ecstasy and
his entire body bucked so hard that Brandon had to jump off his back. Tom emitted
a deep guttural groan and his beefy body spasmed uncontrollably as globs of
male milk spurted from his cock. After about ten spasms, Tom’s eyes rolled back
into his head and his body went limp, the mixture of pain and pleasure too much
for his brain to bear. He passed out cold; his bulky body slumped over into the
large pool of his own jizz.
Brandon looked ecstatic. He had defeated and humiliated a
much bigger, and older, male. Chad, Martin, Andy, and Paul hi-fived him.
“All right, boys, I think Tom has had enough. We don’t wanna
destroy his balls, do we?” Martin said.
“Why not? I want to completely emasculate him,” Andy asked with a cruel smile.
“Because if we do, we won’t be able to bust them up again,”
Chad answered.
“Can we play with his dick then?” Paul inquired.
“Sure. Why not?” Martin replied.
They turned the unconscious hulk on his back. It took the
effort of all five boys to roll Tom’s big bulky frame over. All of them paused,
gawking at Tom’s bloated, bruised, and battered balls. They were now the size
of grapefruits but were a reddish purple shade.
“Oh boy,” Martin exclaimed as he held his big brother’s
balls in his hands, rolling the massive, swollen orbs around. The heavy organs
were now very squishy but were otherwise intact.
“No permanent damage I think,” Martin announced.
The boys took turns stroking the unconscious hulk’s still
rigid cock. He began to stir as his loins tingled with pleasure yet again. Another orgasm
erupted from his battered balls, and his throbbing cock squirted another load
of jizz, waking Tom up.
He moaned groggily, and tried to push Andy’s hand away from
his very sensitive cock but Andy flicked his right testicle. The jolt of pain
woke Tom up immediately as he sobbed and pled with the boys to let him be.
“Shut up!” Andy commanded, stroking the whimpering teen’s
cock.
Tom whined miserably as Andy’s ministrations brought him to
the brink of orgasm yet again. His hips bucked and another load of creamy fluid
spurted from his cock, which was now as purple and red as his bruised balls.
“Please stop… My cock hurts real bad… It’s too sensitive now,”
Tom whimpered as he squirmed.
“If you don’t want us to bust your useless balls again, just
shut the fuck up and let us do what we want,” Brandon threatened him.
Tears streamed down the handsome hunk’s face as he accepted
his humiliating fate. After another two orgasms, Tom was half delirious from the pain and pleasure in his loins, but could no longer cum. After a prolonged milking that left his cock extremely sore, he managed to climax again but only a single
drop of clear fluid dripped from his cock. The agony of dry cumming was like
nothing he ever felt before. His very sore balls erupted in unimaginable pain and he
screamed pitifully as his entire body went rigid before it went completely limp.
“And he’s out again,” Chad laughed, as he poked at Tom's massive, but limp, frame.
“Ok, boys! Enough for today. I don’t think poor Tommy can
take any more. You boys have demolished his babymakers and milked him dry. Lesson is over for now. We’ll have you back in a few weeks to
see how much you’ve progressed,” Martin told them.
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