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.

Zaddy Issues

Zach looked at the hulking naked figure of the 38-year-old man lying at his feet, making soft mewling noises and rocking back and forth in agony. His cock hard as a rock and his balls stirring with desire, the 20-year-old college student smiled as he reminisced about the events that led to this moment.

Zach was best friends with Cal since they were 9. They went to school together and were virtually inseparable and were often at each other's homes. The two boys even resembled one another, with green eyes, brown hair, and slender build. Puberty and its hormonal tempest hit when they were about 12. As with every teen, puberty was a time of discovery, embarrassment, and awkwardness. Conversations swirled around juvenile jokes about sex and their changing bodies. Cal gawked at girls endlessly and Zach would join in but he began taking notice of Cal's stepdad, who he called Mr. G.

Mr. G was about 30 at that time. An avid bodybuilder, he stood at 6'8" and weighed close to 400 lbs. He had a massive barrel chest, boulder-like shoulders, veiny muscular arms, small waist, and tree trunk-like legs. Despite his intimidating size, Mr. G was a cool, funny, and easygoing. It was impossible not to like that teddy bear of a man.

Puberty made Zach aware of physical characteristics of Mr. G he never paid attention to before. He began admiring his thick ass-cheeks, each the size of a basketball, always mesmerized by how they wobbled when he walked. He noticed how Mr. G's face was boyishly handsome. Zach's attention was laser focused on the goods swinging between his best friend's stepfather's huge legs. Mr. G always wore shorts or sweats made of thin fabric that barely concealed his ample package. Zach was mesmerized by the outline of Mr. G's fat cock and the pair of ridiculously large balls swinging between his thighs. Every step he took made his big ass jiggle and his oversized genitals bounce about. It was too much for Zach. He had a hard-on every time he was in the same room as Cal's stepdad and being hung like a horse, found it embarrassingly difficult to hide his 11 inch boner.

The first incident that sent Zach's pubertal brain into a frenzy happened when Cal's bratty 5-year-old cousin was jumping on the bed while Cal and Zach were trying to study. Cal yelled at the boy to no avail and eventually Mr. G came in to the room. Zach looked longingly at the beefy hunk's physique and sizable package as he stood at the edge of the bed, his hands on his hips and told the kid to get off the bed.

"No!" came the insolent reply. Annoyed, Mr. G reached out to grab him off the bed but as quick as lightning, the little brat ducked under his brawny arms and swung his foot as hard as he could into the unsuspecting man's vulnerable balls.

Mr. G wheezed and froze with his eyes bugging out and his jaw slack. The kid smiled sadistically as he drew his foot back and launched another kick into the burly man's traumatized testicles. The hulking bodybuilder slowly crumpled to the ground, emitting strange strangled noises as he sank to his knees beside the bed. Cal and Zach were too stunned to react. The little devil jumped off the bed and instead of running away, got behind Mr. G and delivered another devastating kick between the oblivious man's ass cheeks right into his tenderized testicles.

"Fuckkkkk!" Mr. G croaked as the third kick smashed into his rapidly-swelling gonads with a sickening, meaty clap. He dropped to his side on the ground in the fetal position, whimpering as he clutched his broken, battered balls.

"Get the fuck away, you little shit!" Cal yelled at his demonic cousin, chasing him away.

"Mr. G, you ok?" Zach asked. kneeling beside the stricken bodybuilder and placing one hand on his thigh.

"No... my balls hurt so fucking bad..." Mr. G whimpered, his face contorted with anguish. Zach became giddy with lust. The sight of his dream hunk agonizing over his busted balls was immensely arousing. He was thankful that his hoodie hid his throbbing erection. It took about 10 minutes before the stricken man could even try to get off the ground.

"Go get me a bag of ice and put it in my room, Cal," he whispered, his usually deep voice a couple of octaves higher than usual.

"Let me help you to your bed, Mr. G," Zach offered. The mammoth bodybuilder leaned on the pint-sized teen as he limped gingerly.

When they got to his room, Zach tried to help the huge man sit on the edge of his bed. Mr. G  sighed and sat down hard but suddenly yelped in pain as he lurched forwards and grabbed Zach around the waist.

"God, I sat on my nards..." he whined as he instinctively hugged Zach in pain. Zach was utterly mortified. His hoodie slipped and his hard, throbbing cock was poking Mr. G in the neck. The proximity of his boner to his lips aroused Zach even more, making his dick harder than ever. The older man noticed it and seemed surprised but said nothing.

"Lemme help you get in bed," Zach quickly said, his face red as a beet as he pulled his crotch away. Cal came into the room with the ice, saving Zach from further embarrassment.

"Hey, I've gotta run. My mom needs me to do something," Zach made his exit quickly, completely mortified that his cock was literally poking his best friend's stepfather in the neck.

The second incident occurred when they were 16. Zach and Cal were play sparring in the basement gym one day. They were trying out some kickboxing moves that involved bringing up their legs to defend against an opponent's kicks. Mr. G was working out there as well. Zach watched the behemoth squatting an impressive 450 lbs, his jumbo-sized legs and glutes pumped and appearing larger than ever. Mr. G was shirtless wearing only a tight pair of jersey shorts that left very little to the imagination. Zach felt his loins stir as he gazed at the bodybuilder's burly physique and bulging genitals.

Cal's mom asked him to go to the grocery store to pick up ingredients for dinner. With the eyeroll and huff that only a teenager could muster, Cal reluctantly obeyed, leaving Zach in the basement with his stepfather. He was practicing his kicks on the punching bag suspended from the ceiling when Mr. G sauntered over. It's like his huge bulge leads the way by a few inches, Zach thought as a gigantic frame appeared beside him.

"Come on, let me try," Mr. G said as he attempted a few clumsy kicks. Zach laughed, his friend's step father was always goofing around.

"Maybe I can do better blocking kicks!" he said, raising his knees like he saw the boys doing.

Zach showed him how to do it and after a few tries, Mr. G got cocky.

"Come on, let's try some real kicks. I think I can block you," he said.

"You sure, Mr. G? I 'm pretty good, you know," Zach warned.

"Aww, come on. I'm four times bigger than you are, kid. I think I can handle a few kicks!" Mr. G replied with a grin.

Zach began slow and increased the speed and force of his kicks. The older, heftier male was able to block his kicks so far. Zach couldn't help but notice his large package bouncing about as they spared. He switched side unpredictably, testing Mr. G's ability to anticipate the kicks.

As his unleashed a powerful side kick, Mr. G raised the opposite leg and tried to compensate by rotating his body in the direction of Zach's kick. Big, big mistake. Instead of exposing his flank to the kick, Mr. G brought his oversized genitals into the direct path of Zach's kick. His foot smashed right into the burly male's unprotected testicles with a loud thwack. Zach was horrified as he felt his foot crush Mr. G's cum-filled gonads against his pelvis.

Mr. G let out a strangled gasp as he dropped to the mat in shock and in sheer terror of what he knew was coming. Moments later, it hit him hard - that familiar nauseating pain from his afflicted testicles exploding into the depths of his gut. He clutched his injured gonads desperately and began writhing around in a futile attempt to alleviate the sickening agony twisting his swelling balls and insides.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry, Mr. G!" Zach cried out. He held the beefy man's shoulder to try to comfort him to no avail. Consumed by the miserable pain, Mr. G just kept groaning, whimpering and squirming on the ground.

"Oh God, did I pop them?" Zach asked himself in utter shock as Mr. G made high-pitched whining noises and eventually lay still in the fetal position.

Mr. G then tried lying on his back, desperate for some relief. His breathing was shallow and belly heaved as waves of nausea and agony radiated from his bruised and battered balls.

"Let me check to make sure, ok? They taught us some first aid in school," Zach told the whimpering bodybuilder as he pulled down his shorts to his knees. His jaw fell open as he gawked at the sight before him. Nestled between his legs, in a fuzzy scrotum as long and as loose as sock, lay a pair of massive testicles as big as grapefruits. His fat, limp 5 inch cock lay beneath a small blond bush. Zach was both amazed and aroused by the size of his friend's stepfather's testicles.

Zach gently held and felt Mr. G's oversized balls, admiring the heft and weight of those squishy orbs. He checked the cords on the back of the bloated organs which felt like a mass of large worms in his saggy sac. Zach blushed as his cock swelled with excitement.

He turned to look at Mr. G, who clearly saw his boner straining and tenting the fabric of his shorts. Strangely, he didn't flinch or look away. Mr. G seemed slightly confused but gazed into Zach's eyes. For a few moments, both males stared at each other, as if waiting for the other to act.

"Uh, they're intact. Not ruptured, thank God. Let me... uh, get you some ice, sir," Zach blurted.

"Uhm, yes, please," Mr. G replied, also snapping out of the moment.

Zach retrieved a large bag of ice and came back to the gym. Mr. G lay there, his shorts still around his knees as he cradled his red, swollen testicles in his hands. Zach saw that his cock was semi-erect but pretended not to notice as he handed the bag of ice to Mr. G who blushed as he thanked him.

"I'm so sorry for kicking you in the balls, sir," Zach apologized.

"It's my fault, dude. I was too clumsy and slow," Mr. G assured him as he gingerly placed the ice bag his naked aching balls.

Zach left and as he climbed the basement stairs, he looked back and caught a glimpse of Mr. G gazing at him with desire.

It had been a few years later. Cal and Zach were both in the same college. Zach returned home early for Thanksgiving and was dropping off some of Cal's things at his home.

"Hello!" Zach called out as he opened the unlocked door.

"Oh, hey, Zach!" Mr. G said as he entered the living room, wearing a skimpy pair of lime-green shorts. Zach couldn't help but to gawk. Cal's step dad was still as gorgeous and hunky as he remembered. He was beefier and more muscular than before. He had a little bit of a gut and some grey stubble but that just made him even sexier to Zach. That magnificent bulge he always fantasized about was as big and impressive as he remembered.

"Hey, Mr. G. Cal asked me to bring back some of his books and clothes. He's coming back in 3 days I think," Zach said.

"Oh, ok. Come with me to the gym. Let's catch up a bit. I haven't seen you in some time," Mr. G smiled.

Zach followed the older man to the basement gym, enjoying the sight of his fat, beautiful glutes bouncing about with every step he took. Mr. G continued to squat as they talked like they were old friends. The conversation soon turned towards dating and women.

"Cal's mom is great, don't get me wrong but sometimes she can't keep up with what I need, you know. I would like to hump at least twice a day but I know it can be tough on her, especially with this bad boy here," Mr. G said, grabbing his crotch and grinning. Zach blushed, unsure what to say.

"These big puppies make so much spunk and testosterone I'm always horned up. God, the last time we did anything was more than a week ago. My big boys are so full they kinda hurt. Fucking blue balls! Man to man, you know what blue balls are like. My nutsac just feels achy and heavy with all the cum trapped inside. I really need some release, man!" he complained as he sat next to Zach on the bench. He then put his thick, muscled arm around Zach's shoulder. Zach's head swam with a mixture of confusion, desire and guilt. He quickly got up and walked to the corner. A pair of large hands gently rested on his shoulders from behind.

"You've been working out, haven't you? You look like a gymnast, with your tight muscles. Look at that tight bubble butt!" Mr. G remarked as he grabbed Zach's ass cheek. Surprised, he spun around. Mr. G's face was inches away from his and he was naked, showing off his 8 inch boner and oversized, pendulous balls. He grabbed Zach's wrists and pinned him firmly against the wall. He was four times bigger than the college student, obviously horny as hell, and his intentions were clear.

"I've seen how you look at my junk, Zach. I noticed how hard your cock gets every time you look at me. You've got a really nice cock. It's the size of a fucking beer bottle!" Mr. G whispered. Zach got an instant erection despite his reservations.

"What would Cal say?" he blurted. 

"He doesn't need to know. No one needs to know. Let me fulfil your deepest, darkest fantasies, Zach," he smiled. The behemoth used his massive size advantage to trap the college student in the corner.

"My deepest, darkest fantasies? Are you sure, Mr. G?" Zach replied, with a grin and glint in his eyes. His initial surprise and disgust was replaced by a churning lust.

"Yes," Mr. G answered and leaned in for a kiss. Zach returned the kiss passionately then snapped his knee upwards, smashing the older man's plump, cum-laden, dangling testicles. His expression changed into a mask of confusion and disbelief. Before the bodybuilder could react, Zach blasted his knee into his bloated balls another three more times in rapid succession. Mr. G let out a guttural groan as he slumped to the ground in abject agony, laying in a crumped heap at Zach's feet.

His flashback over, Zach looked down at the prostrate, whimpering giant. He turned him on his back and looked into his big, scared puppy dog eyes.

"This is my fantasy, Mr. G," Zach whispered as he sat hard on the hefty man's midsection knocking the wind out of him. Facing Mr. G's crotch, he reached down and grabbed his plump, fleshy balls. With one overgrown testicle in each hand, Zach began by gently massaging the sensitive orbs. The big man's groans soon turned into soft moans of pleasure. As his limp cock began to harden, Zach applied more pressure on the nerve-filled meatballs, digging his finger tips into the distended, fleshy organs. The bodybuilder began whimpering as pain replaced pleasure and his big, bloated balls began screaming with agony. His thick legs quivered in anguish as Zach cruelly kneaded his corpulent, traumatized testicles. He patted Zach's back desperately, as if trying to tap out of a fight. Zach laughed sadistically as Mr. G let out different squeals as he dug his fingers into different parts of the sobbing man's testicles. He then crushed the fat, fleshy organs in each hand so hard that shiny bubbles of testicular meat protruded between his fingers. The colossal bodybuilder was besides himself with pain, crying loudly in utter anguish.

Deciding to toy with his prey further, Zach stopped crushing the stricken bodybuilder's aching balls, which were swelling even more and turning red. He gently stroked his cock, and despite the pain, he became hard again. As Mr. G approached orgasm, his distended scrotum began to pull upwards and Zach immediately stopped stroking his dick. Instead, he raised his fist high and brought it down hard on Mr. G's bright red and very swollen balls drawing a loud scream and making his huge legs spasm and kick. His cock immediately deflated but Zach began stroking it again to bring him to the edge of orgasm before cruelly smashing his fist into the hysterically-sobbing man's abused testicles. The sadistic Zach continued this for almost 30 minutes, alternating pleasure and inhumane pain but denying him any release. The tormented hulk's traumatized ballsac had turned purple and swollen to the size of a melon.

Zach turned around and gazed into Mr. G's handsome, tear-stained face. He was a blubbering mess at this point, his balls, body and brain wracked by pain he never felt before.

"Please don't beat my balls anymore," Mr. G begged miserably as Zach commanded him to get on all fours. Zach dropped his own pants, revealing his impressive boner and got behind the kneeling giant. He spread the older man's large ass cheeks and began rimming his pink virgin hole. Mr. G moaned in ecstasy as Zach's tongue thrust in and out of his hole. Zach then slid his whopping cock into his tight hole, drawing a loud yelp of protest. 

"Come on, Mr. G. You said you wanted to fulfil my fantasy, didn't you? Zach asked as he slowly began thrusting. The older male was soon moaning in pleasure as Zach began pounding his big, pasty ass.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Mr. G squealed after about 10 minutes. Zach reached forward and grabbed his puffy, aching balls, squeezing them as he pounded his ass harder. Mr. G screamed in ecstasy and agony as globs of male milk squirted copiously from his throbbing cock.

"Unnhhh... you're crushing my balls... please stop," he pleaded as the final drops of cum dripped from his deflating cock on to the mat. 

"I'm making sure they're completely empty, Mr. G. Don't want to leave you with blue balls," Zach laughed as he squeezed the distressed hulk's sore testicles and pounded his fat ass even harder. 

"My turn to cum. I'm gonna fill your muscle pussy up!" Zach soon exclaimed as he ejaculated. Completely spent, Zach pulled his cock out of his best friend's step dad's red, gaping hole and a stream of creamy jizz dripped down the back of his pendulous, swollen scrotum.

"Damn. You did fulfil my deepest, darkest fantasies, Mr. G! I think I need to pay you another visit soon!" Zach exclaimed as the enormous bodybuilder collapsed face down onto the sweat and cum-covered mat, mumbling incoherently as his entire body pulsated with a mixture of both pleasure and anguish. Zach fetched a big bag of ice, returned to the gym and placed it on Mr. G's bruised and battered balls before leaving.

Crushed balls submission

 

He knows it's over

 

Revenge of the Nerds (Part 4)

Chase was somewhat chastised and confused after several run-ins with his study group partners. The humongous linebacker had been beaten up and humiliated by a few nerds, who were a quarter of his size. His encounters with Andy and Diego ended with him getting fucked hard, which he found to be humiliating yet extremely erotic. He still could not understand how a massive, muscular 480 pound, 6'7" behemoth like himself couldn't beat two nerds who were a quarter of his size. Chastised, Chase went from a loud-mouthed oafish bully, to a more docile, even somewhat decent, guy.

This particular morning, Chase and Kurt were alone working on their group project. Chase had not ejaculated for over two weeks after his run-in with Diego left his manhood and ass extremely sore. Every time he tried to jerk off, the pain from his flopping balls would be so awful, he could barely stay hard. The beefy jock's plump gonads were filled to the brim with jizz, and he was so sexually frustrated and horny that he could not concentrate. Kurt continued to tap away on his laptop, oblivious to how the football player kept staring at him with a heady mixture of lust, fear, desire, resentment, and anger. Chase's cock stirred as he began fantasizing about pouncing on Kurt and fucking his tight bubble butt. Overcome by desire, he stood up, planning a surprise attack on the unsuspecting Kurt.

Suddenly, their attention was drawn to a commotion outside. They both went to the glass patio door to investigate, Kurt standing in front and Chase just behind him. Two guys faced each other, while a group of about ten other guys stood in a loose circle around them. They looked to be a couple of years younger than Kurt and Chase. The two males in the center of the circle appeared to be squaring up for a fight. One was a burly 6', 300 pound mammoth with messy, shoulder-length brown hair clad in a white tank and basketball shorts. His opponent was a diminutive 4'8", 100 pound male with a military crew cut, wearing a t shirt and jeans. From the trash talking between the two, Chase and Kurt gathered that the smaller guy's name was Aaron, and his bully was Sam. Apparently Aaron was sick of the burlier male's taunts and had challenged Sam to a fight.

"Bitch, I'm gonna wipe the floor with you!" Sam said, gesturing wildly with his arms. He got in his opponent's face, trying to use his huge size to intimidate him.

"I'd like to see you try, bitch," came the icy reply.

The bigger male circled his opponent, cocky and smirking. He swung a punch that missed him. Looking somewhat bewildered, he launched a barrage of clumsy punches, all of which  missed his target by a mile. Frustrated by his failure to land a punch, the large oaf began blindly flailing his fists, hoping to demolish his pint-sized victim with brute force. Clearly an experienced fighter, Aaron dodged and avoided the blundering attack with ease. As the flustered, hefty Sam swung a wild haymaker, he evaded it by stepping to one side and counterattacked with a side kick that neatly smashed the larger male in the balls. Sam squealed loudly in pain and shock, doubling over instinctively to protect his traumatized testicles, and received a punch to the jaw that sent him reeling. He raised his brawny arms to protect his head, leaving his vulnerable groin unprotected. Naturally, the pint-sized Aaron delivered a swift kick to his aching balls, this time from the front. The loose fabric of his shorts bunched up around crotch as Aaron's foot collided with his bobbing balls, and crunched the fragile organs against his pelvis. The group of guys collectively groaned, all of them empathizing with Sam's pain, yet enjoying the sight of him getting a well-deserved beating.

The would-be bully doubled over instantly, emitting a low groan and seemingly froze in that position, stunned by the awful pain erupting from his genitals.

Chase stood there, his jaw slack as he watched the fight. Kurt felt something poking his back, turned around and saw Chase's unimpressive cock tenting his shorts, a  growing spot of precum wetting the fabric at its tip.

"You like seeing a big guy getting beat up by a smaller guy, don't you?" Kurt asked, as Chase turned red with embarrassment, aware of his boner.

"You enjoy seeing the bigger guy getting his balls busted, right?" Kurt continued, as he gently stroked the underside of Chase's fat, dangling gonads. Chase nodded, as a mix of confusing emotions roiled his brain. Kurt grasped each of Chase's overgrown, sperm-laden testicles in each hand. Chase eyes widened and he whimpered in fear at first, but as Kurt gently rolled the squishy meaty organs about, the linebacker began emitting soft grunts of pleasure as he continued to watch the fight.

The fight was clearly over for Sam but Aaron was not finished with him. He grabbed his bully in a headlock and drove his knee into his tenderized testicles, over and over, each blow lifting the strapping male off the ground by a few inches. Overwhelmed by pain, Sam's hefty body slumped to the ground, unable to offer any further resistance, and slowly curled up in a fetal position as he emitted mewling, animal-like noises.

Chase's breathing grew heavier as ecstasy began building in his loins. The sight of the larger bully being completely dominated by a small guy was insanely arousing. Kurt gradually increased the pressure he applied to the horny bodybuilder's heavy, laden balls,

Still not done with punishing his bully, Aaron grabbed a handful of his hair, and plunged his hand down the back of shorts, past his ass crack and grabbed his bully's sore balls. He yanked on both his hair and testicles hard. Helpless, Sam could only flail about and scream in anguish as his delicate spunk-makers were crushed mercilessly.

"For someone who likes to talk shit and act tough, you sure have a tiny set of nuts!" Aaron taunted.

"They're like grapes!" he continued, cruelly mashing the wailing bully's battered balls as hard as he could.

"After you're done with them, they'll be the size of raisins," someone laughed.

"I'm sorry! I'm fucking sorry!!" the large male cried out. Aaron let his balls go but pulled him upright by his hair. Standing behind him, he yanked the Sam's shorts down.

"Fucking cute!" he laughed at the bigger guy's bright red briefs. Automatically, Sam bent over to pull his shorts back up, trying to salvage whatever pride he had left. Without missing a beat, Aaron grabbed the waistband of his briefs and tugged upwards as hard as he could. Sam screamed in abject agony, his shattered balls squashed by the humiliating wedgie. As the fabric began to tear, Aaron grabbed his vanquished bully around the hips as a lever, and swung his knee between Sam's hamstrings.

A strangled screech and a loud satisfying smack rang out the moment his knee crashed into Sam's defenseless, delicate manhood. 

Kurt gave Chase's oversized balls a hard squeeze the moment Aaron's knee smashed into Sam's gonads.

"Unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Chase moaned in both pain and pleasure as he involuntarily shot his load.

The pain must have been too much for the cocky Sam. He slumped to the ground, half conscious, with his face in the dirt and his pasty, exposed butt in the air. Aaron raised his arms in victory, and the group left the defeated bully in his humiliating pose.

Kurt maintained a solid grip on the spent hulk's aching balls, ruining the afterglow of his orgasm completely.

"Please stop, Kurt. It hurts so bad," Chase begged, as his ecstasy transforming rapidly into agony.

"You came without my permission. How dare you!" Kurt admonished as he twisted Chase's dangling balls while crushing them. Chase's massive figure doubled over as he grabbed Kurt's wrists to dislodge his grip on his horribly aching manhood.

"Please let my boys go, man," Chase pled, failing to break the crushing grip on his balls.

"Only if you promise to do what I want until I cum, big boy," Kurt smiled, staring into Chase's terrified eyes. He gave the beefy football player's tortured testicles an extra hard squeeze.

"Yes, sir! Anything!" Chase squealed, his voice several octaves higher.

Kurt let up the pressure on the whining hulk's afflicted balls but didn't release them. He led Chase back into the apartment by his balls before letting go. Chase's mammoth frame sank to the ground, his hands gently nursing his hurting meatballs.

"Take off your clothes," Kurt ordered. The overgrown beefy hulk meekly obeyed, and stood there utterly naked, looking both ashamed and afraid. His small cock had shriveled back to its limp state, with drops of cum still dripping from its tip.

Kurt picked up Chase's tank top and tied his brawny arms behind his back.

"Five kicks to the balls. I want you to remain standing the whole time. If you drop to the floor before the fifth kick, I'll start from the beginning and keep kicking your worthless balls" Kurt grinned. Chase nodded miserably, hoping to get through the torment with his manhood intact.

"Spread em," Kurt commanded. Chase took a deep breath, and spread his trunk-like thighs, his pendulous testicles gently bobbing back and forth mid-way between his pelvis and his knees. Before he could brace for the impact, Kurt's foot slammed into his dangling balls with painful precision. The bulky jock gasped in shock and anguish, but managed to remain standing. He tried to prepare himself for the next kick, taking more deep breaths to ease the deep, nauseating pain gnawing at his genitals and gut.

Kurt took aim again, eyeing the small notch right where Chase's scrotum divided in the middle, separating the goliath's right and left testicles. His foot sailed between his thighs again, nailing his target dead on, and sending Chase's pain levels into the stratosphere. Chase doubled over, groaning loudly in agony, trying his best not to drop to the ground. Kurt waited until the beefy jock appeared to straighten up and dutifully delivered his third kick to Chase's big bloated balls. His aim was impeccable, striking the same spot, dealing both delicate organs with almost equal amounts of force.

A strangled scream escaped from his lips as Chase's knees buckled and his whole body shuddered in agony but he struggled to remain standing, terrified of how much pain would be in store if he collapsed.

Kurt admired how red and swollen Chase's low-hanging balls were now. His balls were almost twice as large, but his cock had shriveled into a little nub, barely visible from his pubic region.

"Spread em!" Kurt ordered. Chase trembled as he slowly spread his humongous legs.

Two sickening smacks rang out as Kurt unleashed two rapid kicks into the whining jock's distended, pendulous meatballs. One smashed into the left gonad while the other slammed into the right one. Chase's gorilla-like frame spasmed uncontrollably from the agonizing pain exploding from his stricken manhood. His legs gave out from under him, and he collapsed into a sobbing heap, writhing about in a futile attempt to lessen the dreadful pain blazing in his genitals.

"Not bad at all. You took it like a man!" Kurt complimented him. After a brief 5-minute respite, Kurt ordered Chase to his knees. His body and gonads still wracked by pain, the hefty jock struggled to obey.

Kurt placed a stepstool on the ground in front of the sofa.

"Put those fat useless balls here," he gestured to the stool. His hands tied behind his back, the terrified linebacker shuffled over on his knees and laid his floppy, bulging testicles on the stool. Kurt dropped his shorts, to reveal his massive erection - 9 throbbing inches, and as thick as a beer bottle. He placed his foot on Chase's right testicle, slowly compressing the squishy, round organ into a flattened, elongated pancake. The huge jock screamed in anguish, as Kurt cruelly trampled his once-proud gonad. The sadistic nerd grabbed Chase's head and shoved his leaking cock into the jock's gaping mouth.

"Suck on it, big boy!" he ordered, as Chase gagged and choked on his huge cock. He shifted his foot to Chase's left testicle and began crushing it against the stool instead, as the miserable jock dutifully serviced his dick, his agonized whimpers mingling with slurping noises. Despite the nauseating pain exploding from his flattened left testicle, Chase's tiny cock sprung to attention.

"You like that, don't you? You like worshipping a real man's cock!" Kurt exclaimed as Chase hungrily sucked on his meat cannon. He repositioned his foot so that he could mash both of Chase's oversized, laden bull balls. The swollen, spongy orbs slipped and rolled about but he expertly maneuvered them to the base of their floppy sac, trapping them in place as he squashed them like a pair of bugs. The oversized spongy organs flattened beneath his foot. Blobs and bubbles of swollen testicular flesh covered in his pink scrotum with engorged crisscrossing purple veins protruded grotesquely between his toes and beyond the edges of his foot. Chase's cries of agony were muffled by Kurt's cock.

"Who's the real man, bitch? Whose cock is bigger?" he continued, shoving his thick hard dick further down Chase's throat to make his point.

"You, sir," Chase mumbled with his mouth filled with Kurt's schlong.

Kurt was intensely aroused by Chase's abject agony and lust. Feeling that he was about to shoot his load, he reluctantly withdrew his cock from Chase's hungry mouth. The stocky jock looked somewhat crestfallen that he had to stop sucking on Kurt's dick.

"Stop, stop, stop. I'm gonna cum if you don't. You're a fucking good cocksucker" Kurt breathlessly said. He kept his foot on Chase's testicles, which were so swollen they looked like a pair of oranges. The jock's 3-inch cock remained painfully erect, as if saluting the dominant male. Kurt leaned over and began kissing Chase passionately with his foot still crushing the jock's big, bloated balls. They made out for almost 15 minutes, with Kurt's foot solidly squashing Chase's bruised, distended, oversized testicles the entire time. 

Kurt then pulled back, and Chase slowly opened his eyes. Smiling cruelly as he stared into the jock's longing gaze, Kurt lifted his foot and stomped down on Chase's heavy, distended balls. The brawny jock let out of an injured yelp, followed by a low groan as his entire body shook and a stream of greyish liquid squirted from his cock.

"Fuck, you're rampant!" Kurt exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. Chase slumped to ground, exhausted and in agony, with rivulets of spunk still flowing from his semi-hard cock.

"You made a mess on my foot, asshole," Kurt scolded, pointing at the globs of cum on his foot.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry... please don't hurt me," Chase begged, terrified.

"Lick it clean," Kurt replied.

Chase crawled to Kurt on his knees, and obediently licked off the mess he made on Kurt's foot, gagging at the taste and smell of his own spunk and Kurt's foot.

"Get up," Kurt told the prostrate giant. He led Chase to sofa, and made him kneel on it, facing the wall. Kurt's got behind the burly jock, and began biting his wide, thick, doughy ass cheeks, leaving bright red bite-marks as he slowly approached to Chase's pink hole. He then thrust his tongue in and around Chase's tight pink hole, making the beefy linebacker moan deliriously and relax his hole. Unable to resist any longer, Kurt slammed his rigid cock into Chase's gaping hole, drawing a cry of pain and shock.

"It hurts, man. It's huge," Chase whined in protest, his sphincter and rectum stretched to their limits by Kurt's massive cock.

"You can take it, boy. Your thick ass was made to be fucked by big cocks like mine," Kurt said as he began thrusting hard. After a few minutes, Chase's cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure as Kurt's dick hit his prostate repeatedly.

"You like me fucking your tight muscle pussy, boy?" Kurt said as he began slamming his cock balls-deep into Chase's ass.

"Yes, sir!" the emasculated jock moaned, throwing his hips back.

As Chase's moans grew louder, Kurt let out a guttural groan and thrust his cock as deep into Chase as he could. He collapsed on top of the huge jock as he emptied his warm load into Chase's ass. The big jock felt each pulse of hot cum filling his insides. Spent, Kurt smiled as he withdrew, leaving a stream of jizz leaking from Chase's red and raw hole.

He untied Chase's brawny arms and stood him up. Chase's tiny cock was erect again.

"Still horny??" Kurt asked, incredulous.

"May I cum, please?" Chase asked, nodding and looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Let me play with your balls while you jerk off," Kurt grinned.

Chase lay on his back and Kurt sat between his humongous legs. He grasped his mini dick between his thumb and index finger and began stroking it.

"That fucking classic two-finger jerk!" Kurt chuckled to himself as he grabbed Chase's inflamed, very tender testicles. He began kneading them like lumps of playdoh, admiring how squishy they were after being abused all afternoon. Chase groaned in pain but kept stroking his cock, desperate for release. Within a couple of minutes, his body shuddered, and his hips began to buck as gobs of spunk sprayed from his microdick all over his lower gut.

His massive chest heaved up and down, as he lay there, spent. Kurt, however, didn't let go of his ultra-sensitive balls, which were now a purplish red hue.

"Please let my balls go, sir," Chase begged, his gut cramping with pain radiating from his traumatized testicles.

"Just making sure they were completely empty," Kurt replied before yanking down hard on Chase's floppy scrotum with one hand, and driving the other fist into the stunned jock's trapped gonads, his unforgiving knuckles burrowing deep into the spongy, swollen, nerve-filled flesh of Chase's plump balls.

Chase screeched loudly as a tsunami of pain exploded from his manhood. He folded up like a pretzel, hugging himself and rocking back and forth in tortured anguish.

"Don't get your fucking spunk on the carpet, or I'll break your worthless balls!" Kurt warned as he left Chase to wallow in his misery.

Glory Hole

Jake was home for vacation. The Marine was enjoying a well-deserved R&R but was restless in his small midwestern home town. He was bored to death... and insanely horny. The 25-year-old snapped some selfies of his toned, muscled torso and posted it on Grindr, curious to see who he could chat up in his small town.

There weren't many guys in his vicinity, as expected, and the few guys online only had headless torsos as their profile pics, wary of being recognized by friends or family. He tried to see if he could recognize any of them, curious if any were his high school acquaintances.

"Hey" came a message from a pictureless profile.

Usually, Jake would not entertain messages from completely anonymous profiles, but he was so bored that he replied.

"What's up" Jake typed.

"Horned up" the anonymous person answered, getting straight to the point.

"Me too" Jake typed, curious to see how far this tactless conversation would go.

"Need someone to suck this bad boy" came the reply, followed by a picture of his junk. Jake's eyebrows rose, impressed at the hard 9 inch cock and the low-hanging softball-sized testicles.

"Wow" Jake typed.

"Wanna drain these big balls for me?"

Spotting something on the pic, Jake enlarged it further. "No, it can't be him!" he thought, staring at a bean-shaped birth mark on the right thigh.

"Fuck, it's Brett!" Jake laughed, remembering his former bully. Brett was his high school classmate but three times his size. He was the school bully and took particular pleasure tormenting Jake, who was both attracted to and terrified of the burly blond jock when he was a teen. Jake always stared at Brett in the locker room, lusting over his muscular beefy physique and ponderous genitals. He spent countless hours jerking off while fantasizing about Brett's thick cock and overgrown testicles, and knew that unique mole very well.

"Don't waste my time. I need my big cock sucked," Brett impatiently typed.

"Where do we meet?" Jake answered, more curious than ever to see his former crush/bully.

"Park. West restrooms. Get in one stall and I'll get in the other,"

"Ok"

The sun was setting, and Jake headed to the park in the middle of the town and straight to the men's restroom. It was empty, with one flickering light bulb illuminating the interior.

"Can't get any seedier than this. At least it's clean," Jake thought to himself as he inspected the stalls. There was a crudely cut hole in the wall separating two stalls.

Jake got into one and shut the door, peeking through a gap as he waited patiently. Soon, he spied Brett's bulky frame entering the restroom. He was just as beefy as he remembered from high school, 6'9" 350 lbs, with broad thick shoulders and a barrel-like chest, and a bit of belly. Jake's cock began to twitch as desire stirred deep in his loins.

Brett looked around furtively before entering the other stall. His boots were visible below the partition. Jake heard him undoing his belt buckle and his jeans dropped around his ankles. He shoved his ample genitals through the hole, his fat cum-filled balls barely squeezing through.

"Go on, boy," Brett demanded.

Jake was giddy with excitement. His teenage fantasy was literally inches from his face. He cupped Brett's oversized testicles in each hand, admiring the weight and dimensions of the large round organs as he slid his lips over the moaning jock's semi-hard cock.

"Mmmm, fuck... yeah..." Brett mumbled as Jake gently rolled his ample gonads around in each palm, and moved his mouth back and forth over his hardening dick.

Jake bobbed his head rhythmically with his lips tightly wrapped over Brett's cock as his former bully emitted grunts of pleasure.

"You're so good..." Brett moaned as he grabbed the top of the partition firmly to brace himself as he began thrusting his hips as though trying to shove his cock further down Jake's throat.

Within 5 minutes, the beefy male let out of a deep groan.

"I'm gonna cum... suck harder, you fucking fag!" he said.

Something in Jake's head suddenly clicked when Brett called him a fag. The memories of Brett bullying him in high school came rushing back. He suddenly remembered how Brett humiliated and tormented him when he was an awkward, overweight teen. In particular, he recalled the countless times Brett pantsed and punched him in the groin in gym class and the locker, laughing with his buddies as Jake doubled over in pain.

Jake withdrew his lips from Brett's cock, a thin rope of precum dripped slowly to the ground.

"What the fuck... don't stop, fag... I'm about to blow my fucking load!" Brett growled angrily.

A cruel smile lifted the edges of Jake's lips as his fingers locked around Brett's delicate, squishy meatballs. 

"Hey... fuck... stop... that fucking hurts!" Brett protested as he tried to pull his vulnerable genitals back.

Jake compressed the fleshy orbs between his thumbs, and index and middle fingers, digging his fingers into them and feeling the round organs slowly distort as the hefty former jock began screaming in agony.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna beat your ass, fag!" Brett threatened, his voice much higher than usual, as he began punching the partition.

Unperturbed, Jake continued to knead and mash the plump, sperm-laden organs, deforming the orbs more and more as Brett's cries grew louder and more desperate. He rolled his thumb around the squishy, nerve-rich gonads, digging into the delicate nut meat. He chuckled as Brett's screams changed in volume and pitch as he pressed different regions of his traumatized testicles. The back of the bulbous organs seemed to be the most sensitive areas; Brett would hyperventilate and tremble uncontrollably whenever Jake dug his thumbs there. Naturally, Jake focused most of his punishment and strength on the back of Brett's horribly aching balls. After what seemed an eternity, Jake decided to switch up the abuse. He grabbed the sagging scrotum with his left hand, trapping Brett's rapidly-swelling testicles at the bottom of the thin, fuzzy pink sac.

"Please stop... please don't hurt my balls anymore..." Brett begged, audibly sobbing.

Jake clenched his right hand in a fist and began punching and pounding Brett's trapped, distended testicles. He smashed each bloated organ in turn, his unyielding fist colliding with Brett's battered balls rhythmically. Brett yelped pitifully with each blow, his beefy body spasming uncontrollably. Jake continued his relentless assault on his former bully and crush's very swollen, inflamed manhood for a good 10 minutes and stopped only when his arm ached from the lactic acid buildup. Brett's once-proud softball-sized testicles were now a bruised, crimson, puffy, cantaloupe-sized mass covered in grotesquely-distended green veins, far too swollen to be withdrawn through the glory hole. The tight hole became a cock-ring, trapping blood is his cock and keeping it hard as a rock.

The cocky bully was a crying, blubbering mess, banging his head against the partition in a futile attempt to distract from the intense pain exploding from his abused genitals. Jake stood up to admire the punishment he had inflicted on Brett's spunk-loaded testicles.

He opened the door to his stall, stood at the entrance, tilted his head to one side with a little smile and then launched a kick at Brett's trapped genitals. His size 9 Reebok smashed his fragile traumatized testicles against the partition with a sickening smack, drawing a miserable howl from Brett.

Jake walked over the Brett's stall, chuckling as he saw Brett's hefty muscular frame pressed up against the partition, his jeans around his ankles. Brett's entire body shuddered from the agonizing pain blazing from his manhood, causing his large pasty ass to jiggle like jell-o.

"Hey, Brett," Jake called out.

"Who the fuck are you? How do you know me?" Brett replied.

"You forgot your pal Jake? From high school?" Jake answered.

Brett's jaw fell open in shock. The chubby awkward teen he picked on mercilessly was now a handsome, lean, and tanned Greek god.

"Yeah, thought you'd remember me, man. You used to call me a fag all the time, but who knew... you were a fag yourself!" Jake went on.

Brett's face turned red with rage and embarrassment. "I'm gonna kill you," he hissed.

"Oh, I don't think you're going anywhere. Your big balls are stuck in that little hole," Jake laughed as he took aim and launched another kick at Brett's trapped testicles. A hoarse anguished scream escaped Brett's lips as his husky body trembled in pain.

"You were always so proud of your balls. I remember you couldn't wait to get naked in the locker room just so you could show off. Not that I'm complaining though. I did enjoy watching those plums swing around," Jake continued as he unleashed another swift kick to Brett's massively swollen genitals.

Jake's former bully's face was contorted into a mask of pure anguish, tears streaming down his ruggedly handsome face. His legs were rubbery and he just wanted to collapse but his bloated battered balls were caught in the tight glory hole.

"Now look at you. The big babymakers you were so proud of are now your greatest liability!" Jake laughed.

"Please, man... I'll do anything... don't kick my balls anymore... I can't take anymore," Brett begged.

Jake paused to think, and as his eyes wandered to Brett's thick beefy ass, he smiled. He stood behind the terrified male's hulking frame, grabbed a handful of his hair and said, "If you want me to stop hurting your weak pathetic balls, I'm gonna fuck this nice, fat, tight ass."

"Yes, yes...anything, man... just don't hurt my boys anymore," Brett whimpered.

Jake was already as hard as a rock. He pulled his pants down, spat on his throbbing 8 inch boner and slid it into Brett's virgin hole. Brett gasped in pain and shock but as Jake began thrusting, he relaxed and began emitting soft purrs of ecstasy. Jake could barely believe his luck. He had emasculated and was now fucking the beefy football jock who both terrorized and aroused him in high school.

"Uhhhh, fuck yeah..." Jake groaned in pleasure as he emptied his warm load into Brett's ample ass.

"Please let me go, man..." Brett whined miserably as Jake withdrew his cock. Jake looked at him, and took pity on the big half-naked oaf. He went to his truck and fetched a power saw.

"Keep still or I might accidentally cut these useless lumps off," Jake warned as he began cutting into the partition. Brett whimpered and sobbed loudly, terrified that he may be castrated.

Jake managed to cut away a large enough section eventually that Brett's massively swollen genitals were finally freed. Brett sank to the cold concrete in exhaustion, pain, and relief, weakly clutching his shattered manhood as he tried to curl up in the fetal position. Jake whipped out his phone and snapped a a few pictures of his ex-bully, sobbing on the restroom floor, nursing his swollen nards with a stream of Jake's cum leaking out his plump ass.

Coach Payne - Part 3

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, man," Jake said.

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

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

"Sure. What times work for you?"

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

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

"Sure. Not a problem," Jake smiled.

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

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

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

"I wrestle," Jake answered.

"Really?" Payne looked surprised.

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

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

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

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

"Wanna try wrestling me?"

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

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

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

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

"What's the prize?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No holds barred, bitch!" Payne yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine..." Payne muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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