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.