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

by Darrel L.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Forget it," Tom answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No," each boy answered with a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Beautiful kick, Andy!" Martin announced.

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

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

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

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

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

"Can we milk him?" Paul asked excitedly.

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

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

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

The most creative wrestling low-blow ever :-)

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

Squeezing testicles

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

Ball Spanking

Punish his testicles - spank em them until he cums!

Pop his testicles

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

Muscle Slave CBT

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

Wrestling Ball Squeeze

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

Hammered testicles

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

Boxing low blow

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

Diary of a Boy with Big Balls - Part 3

Dear Diary,

My cousin, Brent, from across the country came to visit a few days ago. We used to play a lot when we were younger and my bigger build always gave me an advantage when we play fought. I loved to pin him down and make him cry uncle. He was a year younger than I was. I hadn't seen him in more than a year. He looked the same as before - baby-faced and petite - but now, he was only a third of my size.

I smiled as I grabbed him in a headlock and ruffled his hair. He tried to shove me away but to no avail. He could barely muster the strength to budge me. I let him go and we went up to my room to talk.

"How have you been, you big oaf?" he asked.

"Things have been weird, but good on the whole I guess," I laughed.

"What do you mean by weird?" he inquired.

"Well, I don't really wanna talk about it. It's kinda private," I brushed him off.

"It's a girl, isn't it?" he teased.

"Fuck no!" I retorted.

"Then what is it?" he pressed.

"You've gotta promise, you won't go blabbing it out," I told him.

"Yeah. I promise!" he smiled.

I told him about my growth spurt and how I felt awkward since I was now the biggest kid my age in school. At 11, I was already 6'3" and 240 lbs. I took up boxing to help keep the weight down and I was proud that I was a pretty good boxer, beating every boy that has fought me in the ring. The most awkward part of growing up was that my already large balls were getting bigger and hanging lower. The crotch area of my briefs could barely contain my overgrown testicles and I resorted to loose boxers.

He laughed hard when I told him about my nards but I responded by telling him that big balls are what make a man big and strong. Annoyed at his derision, I told him that he was so small because his balls weren't working properly and that he wasn't a man. He challenged me, telling me that he would like to get into the ring with me to see who the stronger man was. I laughed at him and told him I didn't want to do permanent damage to him. He continued to goad me into a match and I finally agreed. My parents were out and I had a makeshift gym in the basement.

I was in my cotton basketball shorts and he was in his jeans. We put on our gloves and faced each other. I threw a few playful punches at his head and he dodged each one, as I expected him to. I increased the speed  of my punches but Brent avoided them as well, much to my surprise. Frustrated, I began to throw punches as fast and as hard as I could. Brent smiled at my sweating face, dodging my best blows. I was tiring fast and my punches were getting clumsier.

Without warning, Brent landed a punch on my jaw. It wasn't hard but I was surprised and automatically brought my hands to my head protectively. Brent then threw a hard uppercut that sailed between my thick legs and crashed into my bobbing balls with a loud, sickening thwack. I didn't see the punch coming at all. I just saw the flash of his red glove near my groin and the next thing I knew was my tender boy balls being smashed between my pelvis and his fist. I yowled in shock and as the pain from the brutal uppercut began to explode from my aching testicles, my arms dropped to my side, my jaw fell slack, and my legs turned to rubber.

I was incapacitated by the pain from my groin and slowly sinking to the ground. He came up behind me and yanked my shorts down, exposing my naked butt and genitals. Despite the pain, the embarrassment made me bend over at the waist to pull my shorts up and preserve whatever dignity I had left. As I was bent at the waist, I felt his cruel punch smash into my badly-hurting, exposed testicles from behind. The agony from the second blow was indescribably horrible. Sickening nausea and a deep, awful, pain hit me hard in my dangling nards and exploded into my gut. I collapsed almost immediately, sobbing, curling up in a fetal position, and clutched my naked, aching balls in anguish.

"Look who's the stronger man now. I guess your big useless balls only made you weaker than your little cousin," he mocked as he kicked my jiggly, pasty ass and left me in the basement, sobbing miserably in agony.

DL

"

Squeeze those Big Testicles

HOLY FUCK!!! I got hard just seeing this/ Fucking grab and crush his huge, fat testicles until he cries!!!

Squeezed and punched testicles

A horny boyfriend doesn't get any sexual relief. Instead, his cruel girlfriend grabs and traps his sperm-filled testicles and squeezes, punches, and hits those trapped man-nuggets until he cries.

Helpless and ballbusted

A teenage boy is restrained with a foot across his neck and his sadistic gym teacher grabs and crushes his boy berries.

John Cena nut kick

And after kicking poor Cena in the gonads, Brock Lesnar giggles like a little girl

Coach Payne

Inspired by ideas contributed by some followers :-) Keep the horny ideas flowing!

Another ballbusting story by Darrel L.

Coach Payne was the new high school basketball team coach. At 30 years old, 6 feet 7 inches tall, 260 pounds of solid mass, he was a magnificent, handsome male specimen who was also an arrogant prick. Because he was good-looking, tall and built like a tank, he behaved  like a douchebag and often berated and humiliated the athletes he trained. That attitude caused him to get transferred from the schools in the big city to a small town high school. He resented having to move to a little hick town, as he called it, and was determined to take out his frustration on the students.

On the first day of practice, the basketball team stared at the huge man as he strode in front of them. They were intimidated by the huge, muscular coach and he could smell their trepidation. He stood with his arms folded, his thick legs wide apart and glared at the 16 year old boys as he introduced himself, "I'm Coach Payne, the guy who's supposed to teach you little fags to play basketball. I doubt you weak limp-wristed pussies would learn much but I hope I can at least teach you how to pass a ball without dropping it. You will address me as Coach Payne, and I will call you whatever I freaking want to. While you're here, you're nothing but little maggots who must obey everything I say. You cross Coach Payne, you'll be in pain."

He coached the boys' basketball team like a tyrant. He verbally abused them constantly and occasionally even got physical. One of his favorite methods of humiliation was to toss the ball so that it would bounce off the floor and smack his unfortunate victim in the groin. As the poor victim doubled over in an automatic reflex to their hurting balls, he would come up to them and hiss, "Your pussy hurting, you little bitch? Because from the way you play, I'm pretty you don't have any balls between your skinny chicken legs." Coach Payne wore loose basketball shorts and frequently adjusted his genitals, showing off his ample bulge to the boys as he insulted their masculinity. He wanted them to know that he was the alpha male.

After a few weeks, a few of the boys grew tired of his douchebaggery and abuse. Brad, Scott, and Chris were best of friends and loved basketball but loathed their new coach and his cocky ways. The three were like triplets - physically resembling each other and always hanging out together. Not only did the 5'6", 140 lbs blond-haired blue-eyed boys look like each other, they had a particularly sadistic streak - they enjoyed busting other guys' balls.  They lightly sneaked a bust on each other from time to time for laughs but saved their most cruel busts for guys who inadvertently crossed them.  A stocky powerlifter boy in their neighborhood who was 6 feet tall and 300 pounds made the mistake of trying to pick on Scott once. All three teens ganged up on the oaf and nutted him so badly he threw up all over their lawn and didn't leave his bedroom for a week because of the pain and shame.

"Dudes, I am so sick of that asshole Coach Payne," Brad said.

"Tell me about it, dude. He's called me a fag like twenty times now," Chris chimed in.

"What the fuck is his problem?" Scott asked.

"He's got a small dick?" Brad laughed.

"He's got a huge package, dude. Have you seen his fucking bulge?" Scott said, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Yeah, when he sat down on the bench, I could make out the outline of his balls. Fucking big pair of puppies there!" Chris added.

"His big boys are pretty weak and sensitive though. I forgot my phone a couple of days ago after practice and went back to  get it. I saw Coach Payne tossing the basketball around but he missed a shot and the ball slipped and lightly bounced against his nards. He didn't see me but I saw him grab himself with a loud 'oof'. He sat on the court, hugging himself and grabbing his baby balls for more than ten minutes then limp away to the locker room. I tell you, the big guy has a pair of big wimpy balls!" Scott told them with a huge smile.

"Oh, I think we know how we should teach Coach Payne a little lesson then!" Brad laughed cruelly.

"You wanna bust his big ol' balls?" Scott asked.

"Don't you?" Brad asked him back rhetorically.

The boys then decided to spy on Coach Payne after practice to see how they could go about busting the burly coach's ample manhood. They found out that he liked to stay back late after practice when no one else was around to hit the weights followed by a shower before going home. This was probably the best time to get the cocky coach with his pants down, literally.

It was a Thursday night that they decided to spring their plan. It was Coach Payne's leg day and after a grueling workout, his legs felt pumped, thick but were also like jelly. He limped to the locker room and stood in front of the mirror, flexing his impressive muscles as he admired his reflection. The boys were hidden from view but clearly saw the narcissistic male posing and talking loudly to himself in admiration.

"Look at those fucking thick legs!" he exclaimed as he flexed his quads and glutes, grabbing his thick muscular ass.

"Fag!" Brad whispered to his smiling friends.

Much to the boys' delight, Coach Payne peeled off his clothes until he just stood there in his jock. Their eyes scanned every inch of his muscular, beefy body. His 6' 7" massive frame was truly impressive but the boys jaws hit the ground when Coach Payne dropped his jocks. The biggest, lowest-hanging pair of pink fuzzy plums they had ever seen flopped about with an equally impressive flaccid cock. Coach Payne's testicles were the size of chicken eggs and hung about 7 inches from the base of his fat cock under a nest of thick blond pubes. Coach Payne, thinking he was all alone, began admiring his manhood aloud.

"Who's a big-balled, big-dicked man now? Who's got a fucking huge pair of balls pumping testosterone and jizz? Yeah..." he preened aloud, much to the boys' amusement. He then began stroking his cock and gently tickling his massive nutsac, causing his dick to swell to a semi-erect state. He left his jockstrap on the ground right where it fell as he strode over to the showers.

Brad nodded to the Chris and Scott as they took up their positions, patiently waiting for Coach Payne to finish showering. Chris and Scott hid behind the lockers. The moment he heard a pair of heavy footsteps and awful singing approach, Brad quickly knelt on the ground, picked up the sweaty jockstrap, and brought it to his face.

"God, this is fucking disgusting!" he thought to himself as the smell of sweat and stale precum hit him like a sledgehammer.

"HEY! What the fuck are you doing with my underwear, you little faggot?!!!" Coach Payne roared.

Although he was expecting it, the coach's loud yell startled him. He dropped the smelly jock as he cowered in the corner, the large muscular coach stomping towards him like an angry bull.

"I'm sorry, Coach Payne. Please..." Brad whimpered, feigning fear, as the burly, angry male's naked figure towered over him.

The large man grabbed the slender Brad's neck and hauled him up, shoving him roughly against the lockers.

"You wanna smell a real man's balls, don't you, little faggot? You wanna know what a real man's nuts smell like because your own useless little raisins don't even fucking work, don't you!" Coach Payne hissed as he dropped Brad on the ground.

The hulking man dropped his towel, and Brad's jaw fell open as he saw the coach's impressive genitals dangling so close to his face.

"Yeah, you like that, huh, you little fag? You admiring my fat cock and big balls?" Coach Payne hissed as he grabbed Brad's hair and brought his face right up to his groin.

"Smell those big man balls, bitch! Take a fucking deep breath!" he commanded.

Brad was genuinely disgusted and instinctively pulled away. Coach Payne was pissed and yanked Brad back towards his groin again, "SMELL MY BALLS, BITCH!"

Brad smiled slyly as he looked into the cocky man's eyes. Without warning, he brought his fist up in a vicious uppercut that smashed into the unsuspecting male's large, dangling testicles. Brad could actually feel the fat, squishy organs mould over his bony knuckles as his fist mashed them against the bigger male's pelvis. Coach Payne's mouth fell open as he howled in agony from the pain exploding from his bobbing balls.

Brad quickly ducked between his thick, spread legs and ran to the opposite end of the locker room as the burly coached doubled-over, hugging himself and clutching his aching testicles.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, you little bitch!" he croaked, his voice an octave higher following the low blow.

"Come on, Coach, let me see what you've got," Brad teased. This was what the boys had planned, to lure the arrogant man into a fight so they could go for his vulnerable balls.

Coach Payne took a few minutes to suppress the blazing pain in his manhood as he lumbered towards the smiling teen. He immediately reached his arms out in front and grabbed Brad around the neck, choking him. Brad had a small amount of shampoo in his hand which he quickly smeared into his attacker's eyes. Coach Payne roared in surprise from the new source of pain, temporarily blinded by the attack. He dropped the teenager as he tried to clear the stinging shampoo from his eyes as Brad again dove between his thick legs.

Instead of just escaping this time, Brad grabbed the blinded giant's pendulous testicles and swung between the stunned coach's muscular legs, using the big man's long, pink scrotum and dangling nards like a rope.

As Brad emerged behind the confused bull, he twisted his trapped, vulnerable testicles as his fingers crushed the large, meaty organs. The bigger man's curses immediately morphed into high-pitched squeals of utter agony as he automatically doubled-over, the sickening pain from his tormented manhood causing his stomach muscles to spasm uncontrollably. Brad smirked at the power he held over the bully coach now, literally having the cocky, bigger, older man by the balls. He couldn't believe how a small teenage boy like him could have an hulking adult male at his mercy just by controlling the pain he could inflict on his genitals. Enjoying his power trip, he applied more pressure to Coach's Payne's oversized gonads until shiny, meaty bubbles of testicular flesh to protrude obscenely from the gaps between his fingers. Coach Payne's cries became more desperate and high-pitched as the vise-like grip on his tender manhood tightened, sending sickening waves of deep-seated pain from his groin into the core of his body.

Out of desperation, he tried backing up in an attempt to push Brad against the lockers to knock his teen tormentor off. The abject agony generated from his twin orbs made his efforts weak and futile; instead of obtaining the relief he had hoped for, the pain generated from the large man's tenderized spunk-makers increased as the sadistic teenager gave the pendulous meaty plums a vicious, hard, upwards tug. Coach Payne's cries of pain became a hoarse, animal-like wail. As Brad started flossing the muscular male's hairy ass-crack with his long, pendulous, stretched scrotum, the tormented coach tried to push his ass into the air as much as possible to relieve the horrible tension on his ball cords but to no avail.

After a few minutes of inhumane punishment on his sensitive nards, Coach Payne's muscular legs began to turn into jelly despite his attempts to not fall (so that Brad wouldn't yank off his testicles) and he started to crumple to the ground. Brad was unable to hold the heavy man up by his gonads anymore and quickly released him so that he wouldn't be pulled down with the traumatized hulk. Coach Payne's relief, though, was very short-lived. Before he could react and reach for and protect his brutalized balls, Brad quickly swung a kick that sailed between his thick legs and smashed into the unfortunate male's tenderized overgrown testicles with a sickening thwack. A brief yelp of anguish and spasm of his entire muscular body announced that Brad's kick connected with its target; the pain was too much for the coach to bear, and passed out cold on the locker-room floor.

Chris and Scott emerged from their hiding places. Their job was to ensure that if the situation got out of hand and Brad was in a bad spot, they could step in to rescue him. "Thanks for your help, dopes," Brad joked.

"Let's carry him to the bench!" Chris said.

"Unhh... this dumb fuck is fucking heavy!" Scott grumbled as the three carried the unconscious hunk to a wooden bench. They laid him on his back and tied his brawny arms and legs to the bench. Scott then grabbed the unconscious coach's jizz-tanks and rolled them around in their pink, hairy sac, admiring the how large they were. He then began pushing the squishy orbs into the gap between the pieces of wood that made up the bench. Each fat testicle barely fit through the narrow gap but Scott applied some lotion on them and managed to squeeze each gonad, between the gap.

"That would have fucking hurt if he were awake!" Chris commented.

"I wanted to get his big puppies between the gap before they started swelling and wouldn't fit. After we're done with him, his nuts are gonna so swollen, he wouldn't be able to free himself from that bench," said Scott with a sadistic giggle.

"My, my... what an evil boy!" Brad laughed as he bent over to admire how snugly the coach's big bloated testicles were trapped between the gap in the bench.

"I have something of my own too," Scott smiled as he pulled out a vibrating buttplug from his bag and slid under the bench. Without lubing it up, he roughly shoved the toy into the unconscious giant's thick ass.

"It's remote controlled," he added with a smile as he looked at his giggling friends.

After about ten minutes, Coach Payne began to stir. Groggily, he started pulling against his restraints and wiggling his hips from the discomfort in his ass and the pain emanating from his tortured testicles.

"Wakey, wakey, sunshine!" Scott sang as he pinched the coach's nose, shaking his head from side to side.

"What the fuck... fucking fuck... FUCK!!" the restrained giant male cursed as he tried to free himself, now fully awake. As he jolted his hips upwards, his trapped testicles jammed against the cold, unyielding bench, causing the angry man to collapse back weakly with a deep, guttural groan of male pain. He realized that he was trapped and had no way of escaping but that did not stop him from threatening the three boys.

"When I get free, I'm gonna kill the three of you! I'll fucking hunt you down, rape you, and kill you, you little fucks!!" he hissed.

"Such a potty mouth! Didn't your mother tell you not to cuss?" Chris scolded as he kicked beneath the bench. Coach Payne howled in agony as his fat, swollen testicles were mashed between Chris' sneaker and the hard bench. Chris administered three more kicks which weren't very hard but felt like sledgehammer blows to the poor, tormented coach's bruised, battered male members. With each kick, the coach's cries of pain became weaker and more desperate.

"Please... stop... please... don't hurt my big boys anymore..." he whimpered pathetically, tears streaming down his handsome face.

"Oh my, little faggot crybaby 's balls are weak and useless!" Chris teased, as he grabbed his own bulge, mocking the tormented hunk.

"Here's the deal, Coach Payne. We're kinda sick of how you treat us and keep talking about how big your balls are," Scott told him.

"So we're gonna play with you tonight to see what we can do with those nice big balls," Brad chimed in.

"And if you cooperate with us, we may just let you keep your precious balls. If you're a dick, we may just accidentally pop one or both of those fat, useless nards," Chris whispered in the frightened man's ear.

"Please don't hurt me," the hefty adult male begged his teenage tormentors, his spirit now broken.

Scott then started slapping the whimpering hunk's large flaccid cock back and forth. After a few minutes, he glared at the muscular hunk, and said, "What's wrong with your fucking big dick? Hung like a horse but can't get hard at all! How do you fuck anything?! I've probably got to punish your useless baby balls some more!"

He knelt down besides the wide-eyed, whining hunk and started speed-bagging his trapped, traumatized testicles. Loud fleshy thwacks rang out as Scott's unforgiving knuckles smacked into the sobbing coach's soft, squishy, swollen ball-meat . As the pain from his battered balls increased exponentially from each punch, the hulking male began bawling loudly like a little boy.

"My balls just hurt so much... please, I can get hard if I need to... just please stop hurting my babymakers" Coach Payne whined pitifully.

"Second chance," Scott warned him as he stroked the sobbing man's fat cock.

Coach Payne closed his eyes and he tried his best to tap into his most erotic fantasies, desperately trying to get his thick cock hard. The humiliation and pain from his bruised balls was just too much and he could only manage a pathetic semi-erection.

"Thinking about your boyfriend's cock?" Chris mocked, denigrating the beefy coach's manhood further.

Coach Payne struggled to get hard but to no avail. It was actually amusing to watch a grown, virile male desperately trying to get an erection on command, so he wouldn't get abused.

"Sorry, Coach. We warned you," Brad told him as he approached with a long sock with a tennis ball in it.

"NOOOOOO! NOOOOO! PLEASE DON'T!!" the frightened man screamed as Brad began menacingly swinging the sock around like a mace.

He swung it beneath the bench and the abused coach screamed miserably as the tennis balls crashed into his swollen, traumatized gonads. His muscular body spasmed so hard from the explosion of pain in his nards it almost broke the bench.

"You broke my balls! You broke my fucking balls!" he wailed hysterically, believing that his precious testicles had ruptured.

"Relax, pussy. Your big, useless nards are still intact... for now," Scott told him as he reached beneath the bench to feel the coach's now very-swollen, bloated, and extra-squishy balls.

"Inspired by James Bond," Brad smiled cheekily as he swung again and again. Some of his shots missed their target but most of the blows struck Coach Payne's trapped, helpless testicles. The big, strapping man was delirious with pain, sobbing uncontrollably as his body spasmed more weakly every time the tennis ball collided with his dangling, overgrown sperm-tanks. About fifteen blows to his horribly-aching beaten balls later, Coach Payne was pale, his sobs became soft mewling noises and cold sweat covered his entire body. The pain was becoming too much to bear and he was on the brink of passing out again. The boys decided not to continue abusing the big man's balls as they wanted him to remain conscious so he could feel every bit of punishment they inflicted on him.

Scott was now stroking the sobbing coach's semi-erect cock with one hand as the other gently tickled the underside of his sensitive ballsac. Even though he couldn't get a full erection, his sobs turned into little moans of pleasure after a few minutes of Scott's ministrations. In no time, his large, soft dick started squirting copious amounts  of thick gooey jizz as he let out a moan of ecstasy. He couldn't shoot far and instead, oozed thick blobs of cum that formed a large puddle on his abdomen.

"What the fuck just happened? Oh god, I came... no... no..." the humiliated male cried in utter shame.

"Yeah, coach. I guess you're now a faggot. You just spooged after being touched by a dude," Brad taunted.

Without allowing the confused man any time to recover, Scott grabbed his leaking cock and started pumping on it again. Coach Payne whimpered in discomfort as Scott manhandled his sensitive dick but Scott ignored the large man's protests. He continued stroking his large, wet cock and smiled at Chris as he turned on the vibrating butt plug. Coach Payne screamed in panic as he started feeling sensations and vibrations deep in his rectum, a place he had never been touched before. The prostate stimulation proved too much for the husky male and he screamed even louder as he came again. Another huge amount of warm man milk spurted from his cock, adding to the sticky mess on his abdomen. He collapsed back on the bench in exhaustion as Chris turned off the vibrations.

The big, beefy coach was a sobbing, delirious mess by now. The heady mix of pain and pleasure was just too much for him. As he mumbled incoherently, Brad began jacking him off. The tormented male started to scream in protest but Chris took his dirty jock and stuffed it in his mouth, muffling the cries. Brad signaled to Chris to turn the butt plug on max. Coach Payne squirmed desperately as the butt plug vibrated violently inside his thick muscular ass, violating his sense of masculinity to the core. As Brad sensed the hulking man about to cum again, he stopped stroking his cock and as the first globs of semen started flowing from his cock, he drew his fist back and swung it savagely under the bench.

Coach Payne's entire muscular frame spasmed in agony as Brad's bony fist crushed the two orbs of nerve-filled, bruised, swollen testicular tissue against the hard bench. A muffled scream rang out as his eye rolled back into his head and he passed out yet again; merciful unconsciousness relieving him of the inhumane pain blazing in his genitals. His flaccid cock continued to leak copious amounts of male milk until Chris turned off the remote-controlled butt plug.

"Coach Payne couldn't take the pain," Brad announced as he quickly snapped a few pictures of the passed-out jock in his humiliating pose.

The boys untied the unconscious hunk but left him spread-eagled on the bench with a large pool of his own spunk all over his trunk. His oversized testicles had swollen to the size and color of ripe apples and could not be freed from the gap in the bench without doing serious damage to those tender organs. That was the boys' plan all along. Chris left the butt plug in his ass and placed the remote control on his barrel-like chest. By the time the boys were done, it was already 3am. They quickly left the locker room and laughed all the way home.

An hour later, the janitor discovered the unconscious coach with his bruised, bloated balls obscenely trapped in the bench. His reaction was to call 911 and when the paramedics arrived to tend to the coach, they in turn had to call the fire department to free the stud's swollen, purplish gonads from the wooden bench. Needless to say, there was a huge scene at the school with the firemen guffawing as they cut the bench to free the humiliated coach's overgrown, very tender spuds. The traumatized coach would wail pitifully with every small impact that jolted his very sensitive, battered balls. The paramedics tried their hardest to remain professional and not laugh as they gingerly pulled the butt plug out and wheeled the butt-naked, cum-covered beefcake on a gurney and brought him to the hospital. The entire school staff and student body were aghast and excited by the sight of the coach being brought out to the ambulance. As luck would have it, a gust of wind blew his covers up, displaying his swollen, overgrown genitals for all to see and derisive laughter rang out across the school yard.

While it took about three days for the coach's battered balls to heal enough for him to walk without yelping in pain every time his low-hanging fruit knocked into his legs, his reputation was destroyed and wouldn't ever recover in that small town. The local newspaper made his predicament first page news. The headlines screamed, "Perv Coach Found Trapped by Testicles" and went on detail how he was found in the boys' locker room passed out, trapped by the balls, covered in semen with a butt plug in his ass and a sweaty jock in his mouth. It went on to speculate that he was engaged in some weird sex act with the bench and ended getting stuck. Coach Payne refused to discuss the matter with anyone; how could he have been so humiliated by three teenage boys half his size?! His refusal to explain himself only made the rumors more cruel.

The muscular bully coach had to resign and move to a different school across the country to escape the humiliation he suffered at the hands of the three teenage sadists.

Thank you!

Big, big, big, big, big thank you to the guy who designed the new blog header!! It's beautiful.

Also, I just realized that this site has had more than a million views. Big thank you to all my horny followers and fans out there!

To thank all of you (especially the dude who designed the header), I'll be posting a new story later today. It's gonna be a completely new series, instead of sequels of prior stories.

Stay tuned, my horny friends!

DL

P.S. I know most of you jack off while you're on my site :-)

Low Blow Fight

Two guys exchanging low blows. This would be my only reason for me to watch MMA :-)

Helping hand

Giving his gym buddy's big bouncing nuts a loving squeeze...

Post-match hand job

Not satisfied with just destroying the defeated wrestler's gonads, the victor milks him in the ring to further humiliate the fallen youth.

Big Husky Man's Balls Busted

I came before the video even ended. Hot damn!!

Dildo Ballbusting

What better way to humiliate a man than to beat his aching balls with a dildo bigger than his cock!

Boyband balls

One of whiny kids from that annoying boy band gets a water bottle smack into his balls. He'll probably sing a few octaves higher.

Squeeze and torture his testicles

Bound and helpless, a big muscle slave is only able to squirm and scream miserably as his master grabs, squeezes, crushes, and kneads his fat, cum-filled testicles.

After the wrestling match...

Wrestling rookie Marco made the biggest mistake of his life when he underestimated his opponent, Jim, the most sadistic, dirty wrestler in town. Jim was a small guy for a wrestler but more than made up for his lack of size by having a cruel tendency to attack his opponents' testicles.

No man had ever beaten Jim in a match, and no man had ever come away from a match without his balls swollen and blazing with nauseating pain. Marco, full of Latino flair and bravado, thought he could easily take on the wiry Jim. The match did not go the way the young Latino expected. A combination of punches, kicks, knees, and elbows to his sensitive, young, dangling balls proved too much for the cocky wrestler. His body and groin wracked with agony, Marco finally gave in, his big bobbing balls were aching too badly for him to continue.

Jim, of course, would never just let his opponent walk away unmolested. He yanked out the helpless youth's genitals out of his skimpy, red shorts and proceeded to admire the damage he had done to his traumatized testicles. To complete his humiliation, Jim stroked Marco's throbbing cock until poor Marco jizzed all over the wrestling mat.

And since Marco was particularly cocky before this match, Jim decided to totally emasculate the young stud by making him lick his own semen off the mat or suffer further agony to his traumatized testicles.

Ballbusted Russian Guy

A poor (or lucky) Russian guy has his fat testicles kicked, squeezed and abused by a horny sadistic woman.

Tied-up and Ballbusted

Helpless and bound-up, a tormented hunk can only writhe in pain as his master squeezes his testicles.

Balls on target

Ball's eye... I mean, bull's eye... errr... bull ball's eye? whatever! I wanna play this game!

Mutual ball squeezing

Hot damn! Two guys grabbing and squeezing each other's gonads...

Diary of a Boy with Big Balls - Part 2

Dear Diary,

After that incident about a year ago when my poor balls were mashed against my bike, I wondered if it was just a fluke that my boy berries could hurt so much. My brothers kept saying about how these two dangling pink round things produced something that started with a "T" that made men big and strong. Surely they would be tough! I reasoned that the force of the bike accident was to blame. After all, if you stub your toe, that would hurt like hell too.

Today, however, I was rudely reminded about how vulnerable these squishy, pingpong ball-sized things were, again. This new kid, Adam, moved in a few blocks away. He's about my age but only about half my size (I'm a big kid!). I was riding by his house when he called out to me and asked me if I wanted to play and I agreed. I went to his backyard where he had about five other kids there, who introduced themselves as his friends. They then explained that they were playing wrestling like the WWE matches on TV. I loved watching wrestling and thought it would be cool to play with them. Judging their smaller sizes, I was confident I would be able to beat all of them easily.

We all took turns wrestling each other for a bit, and I really overpowered all the boys who wrestled me. When it was Adam's turn, I easily trapped him in a headlock and then hauled him around his backyard, parading him like my prize. Suddenly, I felt his hand snake up the leg of my shorts and boxers. I was a bit shocked and wondered what the heck he was trying to do. Before I could react, he had grabbed hold of my right ball and began squeezing and tugging on it. I could feel my fleshy organ being crushed between his fingers and palm (I swear I could feel my nut meat protruding between his fingers!) and soon, that deep-seated, nauseating pain hit me right in the gut again. Memories of the bike accident I had a year ago where I smashed my balls came racing back. I tightened the headlock, and wiggled my hips around to make him let go but he refused; instead, he only crushed my poor testicle harder than ever. The pain and nausea were getting so bad I could hardly muster the strength to fight him any longer and I let him go.

Instead of releasing my aching right nut, he grabbed a hold of the left testicle. Now he had me by both balls and kept squeezing them as hard as he could. I could hardly take any deep breaths and began making weird animal noises from the sickening agony in my groin and gut. I began seeing stars as my legs and body began spasming in agony like I was having some kind of seizure. After what seemed an eternity, he let go and I dropped to the ground like a rock, hugging my badly-aching abdomen, whimpering but trying not to cry in front of the boys. I cradled both my injured boy-nuggets, and rocked about in an attempt to suppress the awful, deep pain. The boys began laughing at me cruelly, talking about how weak my genitals were. Ashamed, I finally managed to struggle to my feet and muttered something about not wanting to play anymore as I hobbled towards my bike and went home, painfully limping all the way home. Every ten feet or so, I had to sit on the curb and nurse my badly-aching boy balls. Needless to say, it was a long and painful journey home.

As I am writing this, I have tears streaming down my face because my poor swollen balls still hurt so badly... I feel like throwing up but am suppressing the nausea as much as I can. How can a big hefty, strong boy like me have two big bobbing balls that are so sensitive?!!

Until then,

DL

Ball squeeze from behind

A big, husky Japanese wrestler is doubled-over, screaming in pain as his cruel opponent crushes his testicles between his fat ass-cheeks

Crushed Testicles

A helpless male has his big bulging testicles yanked and squeezed between his ass cheeks.

Soccer nut kick

A devastating kick to a soccer player's balls from behind...

Gladiator down

After defeating her much bigger opponent in the gladiatorial ring, a cruel female steps and crushes the fallen hunk's bulging testicles until he squirts his warm male milk, probably the final time he would ever ejaculate again.

Tag Team Ballbust

An Asian wrestler is completely helpless and in pain. A leg across his neck pins him down while an opponent grabs his boy berries and mashes them to a useless pulp.

The Big Boy Toy - Part 3: Defeated Again

The Big Boy Toy- Part 3: Defeated Again

New story by Darrel L.

Instead of humiliating his new freshman room-mate, the big, hulking Tony was defeated and subjugated by the smaller, younger male. Poor Tony couldn't understand why or how he could have ever been vanquished by Brad; he expected that his much bigger, muscular build would have assured his victory.

After some thought, he thought that it was because Brad had fought dirty and gained the upper hand by grabbing him by the balls. Tony was proud of the large, pendulous testicles dangling between his muscular legs - the symbol of his masculinity and macho power. He couldn't comprehend how such big, sensitive targets could be a liability at all. Didn't those fat testicles supply the testosterone that made him into a big, strong, and aggressive man? Perhaps, he thought, if he could stop Brad from attacking his groin, he would crush and defeat his tormentor.

He cleared the entire living room of furniture while Brad was in class and put on a jock strap, thinking it would afford his oversized gonads some protection. Brad came back later that evening and smiled when he saw Tony's jock-clad, bulky frame sitting on the couch in the corner.

"Oh, trying to look sexy for me, boy toy?" Brad taunted.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" Tony replied.

"A little mouthy this evening, aren't we?" Brad replied, sensing trouble.

"I want to fight you again! I'm gonna take you down this time, bitch!" Tony demanded.

"You seem to have a rather short memory, boy toy. Don't you remember getting your fat ass being kicked last week?" Tony smirked.

"That was a fluke! You fought dirty! You grabbed my nuts, you fucking faggot!" Tony fumed.

"So you think the only reason I beat your fat ass was that I squeezed your useless, baby boy balls?" Brad smiled.

"Y-y-yes..." Tony stammered, too angry to think straight.

"Ok, I'll tell you what, boy toy. I'll set down this timer over here for 15 minutes. I promise I won't hit your precious little jewels for that entire time. You think you'll be able to beat me in 15 minutes, fat boy?" Brad offered as he set the countdown timer on his phone.

"I'll pulverize you in 5 minutes!" Tony bragged, confident that he would be able to destroy the much smaller male in a clean fight.

"I'll give you 15 minutes, just in case," Brad replied condescendingly, much to Tony's fury.

Brad stripped down to his black briefs and approached the hulking male in the middle of the living room. Tony lifted his fists and began bouncing on the balls of his feet, imitating a boxer in a ring. Brad remained unfazed; he was more amused watching the large, husky male's abdomen jiggling about as he danced around, wasting energy unnecessarily.

Tony was obviously apprehensive and cautious. He kept his little dance up without approaching his pint-sized opponent. Brad finally got bored, went right up towards Tony, smacked the surprised hulk's brawny arms aside, and delivered a stinging slap to his doughy face. Tony backed off, stunned by the assault, holding his burning cheek in shock and shame.

"Come on, fat boy! I'm getting bored waiting for you!" Brad taunted.

Burning with rage, he charged at Brad. As Tony's oversized figure was almost on top of Brad, he quickly stepped aside and as the bulky man passed him, he punched him in the left side of his beefy abdomen, where the muscles weren't as thick and powerful. Tony gasped, obviously in pain from the jab, as he slowed his charge. Brad then jumped back, putting distance between him and the angry bull of a man. Tony turned around and charged at Brad. Again, Brad repeated his move, hitting Tony's already-hurting left flank. Tony was starting to turn red from exhaustion, pain, and anger. Instead of charging again, Tony began swinging his ham-like fists at the diminutive Brad.

Brad was fortunate that Tony's attacks were slow and clumsy. One blow would easily knock him out or do serious damage. Brad evaded the beefy oaf's clumsy, swinging blows, and retreated as the big bull pursued him. After a few minutes, Brad could see that Tony was fatiguing. His already-oafish punches grew even more awkward and clumsy. Brad launched his counter-attack, aiming a series of short, sharp punches to Tony's thick neck and face. The punches weren't hard but enough to knock the stunned giant back and send him into retreat. Tony was soon covering his face and head with his muscular arms, trying to protect himself from the unrelenting assault and not attacking Brad.

Brad switched his target to Tony's lower abdomen instead. He landed two powerful punches that knocked the wind out of the beefy male, causing him to yelp and double over in pain. The reaction, however, was more because Tony thought he was trying to hit his tender gonads.

"Relax, you dumb fuck. I promised not to hit your pathetic nards. A deal is a deal," Brad smiled.

Tony grunted in frustration and murderous rage as he at Brad, who again easily dodged his charge. Worn out and blinded by fury, Tony only knew how to hurl himself at Brad and just kept charging at Brad over and over again like an angry male bull at a taunting matador, hoping in vain that his overgrown, muscular frame would knock his tormentor over.

On his final charge, Brad kicked his oversized, hulking opponent's shin hard. Tony cried out in pain and shock as he tripped and fell. His momentum sent him tumbling like a boulder across the living room floor until he landed against the couch on the wall with a loud thump. He had fallen really awkwardly, and ended up with his head and upper torso on the floor and his hips and legs in the air, over the couch. The hefty bull of a male was knocked almost unconscious by the tumble. He was so dazed he could only mumble incoherently and just left himself there with both legs in the air.

Brad smiled sadistically as he eyed his overgrown victim's predicament. Instead of helping him up, Brad quickly grabbed some ropes and tied his massive legs to the couch so that the giant man remained upside down, and his thick, trunk-like legs remained spread apart. He also tied Tony's brawny arms down so as to render the beefy bull totally helpless. Brad then knelt over Tony's head and began pinching his nose and cheeks.

"Wakey, wakey, big boy!" he sang playfully, teasing the dazed hulk.

Tony eventually came to and panicked when he found himself trapped and vulnerable. He cussed and swore loudly as he struggled to escape. Brad sat just above the protesting hulk's head, smiled at him, and began ruffling his hair cheekily. Tony went completely berserk, threatening to kill his room-mate.

"You see, fat boy? I managed to defeat you even without touching your precious little family jewels," Brad gloated. Tony cursed as he frantically struggled against his bonds.

Brad then picked up a pair of scissors and began gently tapping on Tony's jock-clad bulge.

"Snip, snip!" Brad teased.

"NOOO! PLEASE!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!!!" Tony begged frantically, thinking that Brad was going to cut off his genitals.

Brad instead cut off the wailing hulk's jockstrap, leaving him completely naked and helpless.

"If I cut off these fat puppies, I wouldn't be able to play with them anymore, would I?" he whispered into the frightened hunk's ear as he gently fondled his oversized meatballs.

Brad then stood up, looked down into Tony's fear-filled eyes, and told him, "I'll have to punish you for being a disobedient boy toy!"

Tony whimpered in protest as Brad started speed-bagging the helpless hunk's fuzzy, pink, pendulous (which were now hanging over his stomach, towards his face), fat, chicken egg-sized sperm-makers. A continuous series of meaty smacks rang out as Brad's hard, unforgiving fists sank into each hefty, fleshy organ. The abused hunk's babymakers were so large in comparison to Brad's fists that with every punch, his little balled-up fists seemed to almost bury themselves in an bloated, fleshy, mushy pinata.

While the initial punches were more uncomfortable than painful, Brad's punches grew more rapid and powerful and subsequently, the pain emanating from Tony's vulnerable, tenderized jizz-tanks began to build up. After about ten minutes, poor Tony's damaged, oversized balls were beginning to resemble a pair ripe apples in color and size. The sickening pain from his abused manhood had surpassed the critical threshold and Tony was loudly sobbing and squirming against his restraints. As Brad continued to pummel the crying hulk's traumatized testicles, Tony's cock began to stir and was soon unabashedly erect.

"Oh, look at that little guy!" Brad mocked the humiliated hulk's unimpressive 5 inch, fully erect penis.

"I still cannot believe how a big man with huge balls like you can have such a tiny cock. I mean, no woman will want that little wand. No female would want your sperm if you're gonna deliver it in that pathetic baby-sized thing," Brad continued , further destroying Tony's self-esteem.

Tony's hips began bucking involuntarily and as his groans grew more urgent, Brad stopped speedbagging his testicles but instead cruelly grabbed hold of his plump, swollen balls. With one rubbery meatball in each hand, Brad crushed down hard, his forearm muscles tensed and bulging as they transferred brutal vise-like force onto Tony's tender, nerve-filled, fleshy, male-orbs. Tony screamed pitifully in both pain and pleasure as his throbbing boner squirted wildly. At least 10 spasms later, he had covered his face, neck and chest with his sticky, gooey spunk. His muscled torso heaved with exhaustion as his tears mixed with his warm jizz. Brad let go of his tortured testicles briefly to whip out his own throbbing cock.

Brad began stroking his ample, 8 inch cock as he released the pressure but not his grip on the vanquished hunk's abused gonads. He then began gently kneading each fat, squishy testicle as though they were lumps of dough. Tony groaned in a confused heady mix of pain and pleasure. Brad was kneeling over Tony's face, his superiorly-larger penis stretched across the hunk's cum- and tear-stained face. As he gently massaged the sobbing giant's swollen, purplish, extra-mushy male plums, Tony's sobs slowly transformed into little moans of pleasure. Without being asked, he opened his mouth and hungrily sucked on Brad's leaking, throbbing boner.

"I knew you were a fucking cock-sucking fag," Brad smiled as he enjoyed Tony's ministrations.

As Brad's loins began to stir with pleasure, his grip on Tony's abused, traumatized testicles tightened, making the unfortunate hunk mewl and groan miserably. As he approached the throes of orgasmic ecstasy, Brad quickly pulled his cock out of Tony's mouth and began stroking it furiously. His other hand wrapped around the base of the trapped hulk's pendulous pink, fuzzy ballsac and yanked upwards hard, stretching the shiny scrotum to its full length and drawing agonized yelps and cries from Tony. Brad groaned loudly as he came, squirting globs of thick, creamy spunk all over Tony's face. He released some of the tension on the crying youth's tormented testicles and made him lick off the last few drops of semen on his semi-hard cock.

Brad then untied the sobbing male and he slowly curled up in a fetal position on the ground, hugging his lower abdomen with one hand and cradling his bruised and battered balls with the other.

"Stand up!" Brad ordered. Tony whimpered as he slowly staggered to his feet. Even though his towering, muscular frame dwarfed the pint-sized Brad, Tony hung his head in shame and humiliation, staring at the floor with his tears running down his cum-covered face. Brad smirked, satisfied that he had beaten and broken this fine, male specimen.

"Kneel down in front of me!" Brad ordered.

Tony quietly obeyed his bully. Since he was so hefty and massive, he was almost eye-to-eye with Brad even though he was on his knees.

"Play with your useless, little dick, fat boy!" Brad commanded his muscle slave and he grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked backwards so he could gaze directly into his vanquished opponent's eyes.

In tribute to Brad's victory, Tony grabbed his unimpressive cock and began stroking it as Brad stared into his fear-filled eyes. As Tony's breathing became more rapid, Brad sensed his impending orgasm. With a cruel smile, Brad drew back one foot and swung it as hard as he could between the V formed by Tony's thick, muscular thighs. The first spurts of sperm were just about to shoot from his cock when Brad's foot brutally smashed into his swollen, tenderized, dangling balls with a sickening thwack. Tony screamed in utter anguish as the nerve-filled, sensitive, mushy organs bore the full impact of Brad's kick then bounced back to smack into his muscular ass with a meaty thud. His orgasm utterly ruined and in a world of abject pain, he immediately collapsed in a ball, crying hysterically and begging his bully not to hurt him anymore. Instead of proudly squirting sperm, his semi-hard cock was left to pathetically ooze out the contents of his broken, bruised, and very swollen gonads.

Unhappy ending

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Big Man Down

A big, muscular wrestler can only scream and writhe in anguish after his smaller opponent grabs him by the balls.

Match Over

You gonna submit now, muscle bitch? You better give unless you want me to break your pathetic pair of babymakers!!

Bursting with Cum

How I'd love to squeeze, punch and slap those jizz-filled testicles...

Wrestling Ballbusting Initiation

Being the new wrestler on the team, the big, husky male tries his utmost to prove himself worthy of the team by enduring the agony and trying not to cum while each team member takes turns tormenting the hunk's bulging, singlet-clad testicles.

Lift and Crush

After hoisting his defeated opponent on his shoulder, a wrestler grabs hold of his bouncing balls and crushes them so hard the unfortunate male passes out and can no longer fight him.

Wrestling Ball Grab

It's never enough to just defeat your wrestling opponent. Always finish the match by abusing and breaking his big bulging balls.

Diary series - comments

This is a new series I'm starting on this blog. These are diary entry-style ballbusting stories that chronicle a boy's journey of self-discovery with an obvious emphasis on how he finds out having a big pair of gonads can be both a blessing and a liability. Some of his experiences reflect mine as I grew up :-) 

Please comment if you like it; if you don't like it, I can focus more on the other stories and get rid of this series.

Thanks and happy FAPing,

Darrel

Diary of a Boy with Big Balls - Part 1

Dear Diary,

I always thought being big and strong was what a man should be. And from what I heard on TV and my older brothers' conversations, a man's balls were what made him big and strong. I never really paid much attention to my balls but I knew that one day they would make me into a big and strong man. If size were anything to go by, I would be a really big and strong guy since I had a pretty large pair of balls. I would compare them with other boys my age and I easily had the biggest pair of balls around. That would guarantee that I'd become a big, strong man!

How these two pink, smooth, round, squishy, pingpong ball-sized things that dangled beneath my dick would make me a man was beyond me though. All I knew was that if I spread my legs wide and swung them about, my balls felt really good. I had never really paid much attention to them... until today. I just had my 8th birthday and the best present I got was a bicycle. I rode that bicycle everyday and everywhere I could. Today, I decided to ride around the woods just behind my home. I was riding down a small slope pretty fast pretending I was a motorcycle racer when all of a sudden, my front wheel hit a hole or rock. My bike slammed to halt but my body kept travelling forwards.

My husky butt flew off the seat and I landed with the top tube of the bicycle frame between my legs. On impact, I could feel my two big squishy balls flatten between the cold, hard metal bar and my pelvis. I was kinda relieved that I didn't fall off after the initial shock wore off but all of a sudden, it hit me. This horrible, sickening, nauseating pain I had never experienced before exploded from my squashed balls into the the pit of my belly. It felt like the worse tummyache I had ever had. This agonizing pain slowly moved into my chest and my throat. All I could do was wail in anguish as I automatically clutched at my injured boy parts and fell off the bike on my side. I curled up there in the dirt and began sobbing as I endured the worse pain I had ever felt in my life. There was nothing I could do to stop that horrible deep aching pain that seemed to erupt from my tender boy balls in waves. I clutched my aching nuts with one hand and with the other, I rubbed my tummy but to no avail.

I don't know how long I was curled up in the dirt, crying and nursing my traumatized boy balls. Eventually. the pain abated to where I was able to pick myself up and limp home. I whimpered with almost every single step; every time my foot hit the ground, the impact seemed to jolt my tender testicles and cause more pain. When I got home, as I showered to clean myself, I gently inspected my aching balls. They seemed really red and sore as I rolled them around gingerly. At least I didn't break anything.

After my shower, I crawled into bed and quietly sobbed into my pillow as I fell asleep in pain. As I write this, my poor balls are feeling much better but still kinda hurt a little. How are such sensitive, squishy things supposed to make me into a big, strong man?!!

Until then,

DL