My Big Sorry Balls

My head throbbed and my body hurt like fuck as I groggily stirred on the hard, cold floor. As I tried to get my bearings and got up, my large balls bumped the concrete floor. That deep, nauseating, very male pain hit me in the balls and in the gut. I groaned softly, cradling my aching swollen gonads in my two hands - one hand
couldn't support both. What the fuck happened to me? Now I remember...

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My girlfriend and her parents were out of town for a week and I agreed to let her twin brothers stay with me. I loved the two of them like a big brother. They were a couple of 16 year old, mischievious, good-looking kids who were incredibly fun to be with, so I thought. Being an only child and almost 10 years older than them, I thought it would be cool to have some siblings and I cared for them like a good protective older bro.

That day, after I got off work, I hit the gym as usual and after that headed home. Yeah, I loved bodybuilding and I had the body to prove it. Standing at 6'5", weighing 240 pounds, I was one of the biggest guys in the gym. I didn't compete though, coz I still had some fat covering my muscles which I couldn't seem to burn off. Yeah, and all that beer and pizza in college gave me a bit of a gut which I couldn't lose. Nevertheless, I looked pretty good with a 50" rock-hard chest, 24" arms, rock-like shoulders and massive thighs.

Anyway, when I got back, the guys were watching some wrestling thingy. WWE, TNA... What the hell difference was there?

"Hey guys," I hollered.
"Hey, Tom," they answered almost in unison.
"How're the both of you?"
"Good," Brad, the older one answered.
"What's that your watching?"
"WWE Smackdown. That's Kurt Angle and Triple H battling in the ring," Ben informed me.
"Yeah, whatever. Seem like fags wearing tiny trunks and getting all physical with each other," I snickered and headed upstairs for a shower.

After a nice warm shower, I stood there, buck naked admiring my body in front of the mirror, touching my arms, chest and shoulders. I slipped on a pair of thin, skimpy, loose white shorts that clearly showed my large bulge swinging about with every step I took. I was proud of my package. I had the biggest pair of balls compared to all
the guys I knew. They were the size of large eggs and hung about 7 inches from the base of my decent-sized cock. I thought of jerking off that night. I hadnt jerked off in about two weeks and I was getting really horny.

I headed down stairs, my pendulous testicles bouncing against my muscled thighs. Man, that felt good! The twins were still watching that stupid wrestling program. Rather impatiently, I changed the channel.

"Hey! We were watching that!" Ben protested.
"Awww, come on!" I answered as I threw myself down on the couch, my ample bulge happily bouncing about as I did.
"Turn it back, Tom," Brad insisted.
"Forget it, guys. I wanna watch some football. And besides, why the fuck do you wanna watch that crap? They're just a bunch of faggy clowns performing for idiots."
"You calling us idiots now?" Ben looked angry.
"Ben, no no. I didn't mean it that way. Sorry."
"I think he thinks we're idiots, Ben," Brad added.
"Ben, Brad. Please. I didn't mean it that way, ok?"
"And he thinks we're fags," Ben said, looking really hurt.
"Fuck. Look, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to call you those names."
"But you think we're idiots and fags. You're just not saying it," Brad gazed at me with those hurt puppy dog eyes.
"Awww. Come on. Let me make it up to you. I'll buy you each some ice cream."
"And now he thinks we're kids," Ben said as he looked away, planting his face against a pillow.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, don't cry, Ben. Look, what can I do to make up for it?"

I swear Ben and Brad looked at each other in a most evil but victorious way.

"Fight us," Brad said.
"What?? Fight you??" I was incredulous.
"Yeah. Why? You afraid? Ben shot at me.
"Afraid of you? Hahaha I'm afraid I'd kill you! I mean, look at you guys!!"

They were a couple of skinny teens, about 5'6" and weighing maybe 150 lbs! They were a fraction of my size and here they were challenging me to a fight.

"Fuck. Guys, I love you like my own brothers! I dont wanna hurt you, ok?"
"Hurt us? Maybe we'll hurt you," Ben answered.

I wanted some peace and quiet. So I agreed to fight the both of them, thinking it would be just play-fighting. But there was more.

"No holds barred. First to cum or submit, loses. And the loser is the winners slave for the week," Brad said.
"Cum? What the fuck?" I laughed it off. Looking back, I should have taken them seriously.

So we moved the furniture out of the way and I faced off with Ben and Brad. Ben lunged at me and I laughed as I grabbed him, spun him around and held him in a bear hug. I stood at an angle so he couldnt elbow me or hit me when I was behind. Somehow I forgot about Brad. The little tiger jumped on my back, planted his arms around my neck and he was pretty strong for his age, actually! Since it got pretty uncomfortable, I let go of Ben to pry off Brads arms. I stood there, legs wide apart for support, laughing as I easily removed his scrawny arms from my neck.

Thats when Ben struck. I saw him drop in front of me and swing a vicious uppercut into my dangling balls. The pain didnt hit me yet. It was the shock of feeling his fist strike and sink into my male organs that stunned me. That was my biggest mistake. Ben threw another vicious punch into my vulnerable nads. With nothing but a
thin layer of cloth between my sensitive male orbs and his hard knuckles, I felt my rubbery testes compress against my pelvis. Brad dropped off my back and I, whimpering like an idiot, clutched my big injured testicles as I bent double, knees buckled and slowly sank to the ground. My balls were screaming in agony and my gut contorted with nauseating pain.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck..." I croaked pathetically, on my knees, ass in the air and my face flat on the ground. The twins were laughing hysterically.
"You were afraid of hurting us? Guess we hurt you, big boy," Brad teased.

I was mad. I thought it was just playing and here they hit me so viciously in the gonads. And it hurt me, physically and inside as well. I hadn't jacked off in two weeks, so my bull balls were loaded and much more sensitive.

"You wanna play rough, do you?" I was really angry now. I got up painfully and struck Ben in the abdomen with my fist. He screamed and collapsed, curled in a fetal position. Then I grabbed Brad up and threw him against the wall with my forearm pressing against his neck. I was boiling mad this time and was gonna hit him but the kid instinctively raised his knee and hit me square in the nads. I groaned as my big balls erupted in agony and staggered backwards.

Releasing Brad, I clutched desperately at my tenderized testicles, vainly trying to relieve the sickening nausea. Brad was coughing and sputtering and holding his throat. Obviously, he was in pain too. The knee wasn't too hard, thankfully. Within half a minute, I was up again. The pain was there but it was bearable. Ben was in too much pain but Brad was facing me, smiling.

"You little punk! I'm gonna beat you up and wipe that smile from your face!" I hissed. I must have lost it but I was bent on beating him to a pulp.

Brad lunged me and wrapped himself around my upper body, raining down blows to my head. That caught me by surprise. I backed away and he leapt off like a cat. I was bloodthirsty by now. Blind rage drove me on. I advanced, ready to attack. I swung a few heavy blows at him, but he nimbly avoided every one of them. Then he lunged at me another time and repeated the same move and I backed away as this boy latched onto me and ruthlessly attacked. He sprang off quickly but this time he ducked between by spread legs and before I could protect myself, he savagely kicked me in the balls from behind.

I was aware of his foot sailing up between my massive thighs then strike my already battered balls with a horrible thud. My world erupted in total torment as I howled pitifully, repeating that unfortunately all-too-familiar routine of clutching my traumatized manhood, bent double, knees buckled and sinking to the ground in
abject anguish.

"You know what's your problem, Tom? Your big sorry balls. You're so fucking proud of them but they always get you in trouble. See how big and useless they are?" Brad taunted me mercilessly.

I was so fucking mad that I managed to ignore the nausea and pain in my throbbing boy balls and threw myself at Brad smashing my full weight into his skinny figure. That caught him off-guard, and he was thrown across the room. He lay there whimpering and was motionless. Suddenly, I realized what had happened.

"Oh fuck. Oh no. What have I done? Brad! Are you alright?" I cried out as I knelt beside him. I was faintly aware that my bigger left nut had rolled out of my thin,
skimpy shorts but I didnt care.

"Brad! Brad! Im so sorry. Are you... ARRRRGGHHH!" I was ambushed by the little bastard. He had his hand around my exposed, pink, loose ball and was crushing it. He duped me! He twisted and squeezed my now-swelling, anguished testicle mercilessly. I sobbed and screamed pathetically as excruciating agony tore into my manhood and brain. Too weak to move, I clawed vainly at Brads hand as he kneaded my testicle with agonizing fury. Now, I had dropped to my side, trying to curl up as Brad knelt beside me, his hand maintaining its death-grip on my tenderized, aching gonad. I screamed like a girl as he pulled, twisted and crushed my trapped gonad. After what seemed like forever, he let go but I was sobbing hysterically into the carpet,
writhing in miserable pain and distress.

Ben came into the scene then. I heard him snicker behind me, "Tommy boy. Look at you. So big and tough. Always begging my sister for sex and getting rejected and having to go solo. Look at how pathetic you are. Your balls are just big, useless, weak and a liability to you, see?"

"Fuck you," I mouthed back.
"Your big balls make you stubborn and proud. But we know how to handle that, dont we, bro?" Brad chipped in.

I was too weak to resist when Ben ripped off my shorts. My big sorry balls flopped to the ground with an audible plop and I yelped in pain. He held me in a full nelson on my knees. He bent me back. I struggled weakly but it was no use. Brad stood in front of me. My red, swollen and very tender balls lay on the floor, extremely
vulnerable. He smiled. "Your big sorry balls got you into this mess, didnt they?" Brad quipped as he gently stepped on my round orbs.

"No... no... please I beg you... ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... FUCKING FUCK! FUCKING FUCK!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as Brad squashed my big, bruised, battered balls as if he were squashing a bug. I screamed till I could scream no more as cold sweat poured down my body. Tears rolled down my face and I bucked against Bens hold. It was all futile. I couldnt escape. When Brad removed his foot, I was beside myself in agony.

"Why... sob... why... sob... I thought we were... sob... like brothers?" I pleaded.
"Fuck you! We never could stand you! We know how you always bug our sister for sex. We know how you complain of blue balls just to make her feel guilty. Since your balls are giving you so much trouble, we should punish those big sorry balls, shouldn't we?" Ben retorted.
"I'm sorry. Please... no more." In my utter misery I forgot I could submit and end my suffering.

"Maybe the problem is two fold. Maybe its your cock as well as your balls," Brad said as he slapped on a cockclaw with one hand. The other hand slapped at my already traumatized and swollen testicles. My entire body tensed up as if I was convulsing, with spasms every time a slap struck my poor balls. I could only make dumb animal
noises as a response to the inhumane torment inflicted upon me. Two sources of pain my cock and my big boy balls. One a sharp twisting pain, the other a sickeningly deep ache that hit me in the gut.

When I was eventually released from my twin tormentors, I was a mess. Sobbing, curled up and too distressed to think straight. But something weird happened I sported wood. My cock swelled up to its full 7 inches and I was both embarrassed and shocked. There I was, a young virile adult male, 240 lbs of beefy muscle, sobbing and hugging my red, swollen gonads and sporting a massive hard-on in front of a couple of teens!

Brad and Ben looked on with pure evil in their smiles. They forced me on all fours, and I was too weak and far too humiliated to resist. Then, Ben started stroking my boner rapidly and it felt so fucking good. Brad slapped on another killer ballclaw with both hands one for each testicle. He tugged and compressed each ball in turn, making them explode in pure, indescribable pain. I was moaning both in pleasure and in pain. My breathing grew more rapid and my heart beat faster as I approached climax. I threw my head back, moans of ecstasy coming from my lips as my loins and aching balls tingle with the impending orgasm.

Sensing I was about to blow my load, Ben stopped masturbating me and Brad amps up my torment by about a hundred notches. He savagely tugs backwards and upwards at my screaming gonads and I could feel my ball cords stretched to the limit as he used my own pendulous scrotum to floss my ass-crack as he crushed my testicles. I screamed
both in response to the pain in my gonads and the fact I ejaculated. Spasm after spasm, my balls and loins erupted in orgasm as I sprayed my semen on the concrete floor. After about 12 spurts, I collapse sobbing, hurt, humiliated, exhausted in the pool of my own male milk.

I was on my abdomen with my ass still slightly raised and my legs slightly bent. My tenderized, throbbing, sensitive male organs dangled vulnerably barely touching the ground.

"Tom, you know, you could have saved yourself all this pain if it weren't for your big balls. Your big sorry balls are useless and weak!" Ben taunted.

With the corner of my eye, I saw Brad pick up an orange and fling it. It struck me dead-on in the bollocks. They were already so battered, so sore and so tender that when the fruit smashed into my own bruised fruits, I could only scream once and pass out.

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I cringe as I recall my predicament. I could have beaten them if not for my big sorry balls. Staggering to my feet, gingerly trying to avoid any bumps to my exquisitely sensitive package, I hobble to the couch. Suddenly the lights come on and I freeze in fear. Ben and Brad are at the door, grinning cruelly.

"Sunshine's awake already I see?" Brad teases.
"How're your big sorry balls doing?" Ben asked as he kicks at my aching plums.
"NOOOOO... " I scream in alarm.
A loud, gut-wrenching thwack reverberates as his Nike slams into my bobbing balls. I whimper like a little boy as I drop to the floor like a ton of bricks, sobbing.

"Remember our deal, Tommy boy? You're our slave for a week and we can do anything we want to you," Ben reminds me.

My heart sank...

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I managed to get a nights rest and the next day I felt much better,
though my big nuts were sore. I hobbled out of bed and grabbed a
protein bar for breakfast. What the fuck was wrong with me? I mean,
I just got humiliated by a couple of scrawny kids, I thought to
myself as I munched my bar. They made me wear a tank but forbade me
from wearing any pants or underwear. And they took free shots at my
already hurting, busted balls. My 6' 5", 240 pound frame of serious
muscle was no use as those two pencil-neck terrors pounded my large,
dangling balls.

They were so difficult to protect. My large, chicken egg-sized
testicles dangling in my long, loose nutsac made me so fucking
vulnerable. If there were some way I could protect them, Id beat
those two fuckers flat. If it wasnt for my big old balls

I wanted revenge and I wanted it bad. How could they humiliate me in
my own home? Maybe Id deal with one then the other. Yeah. Brad was
out for the morning and I heard Ben waking up. I wore my jock to
afford my poor, sore plums some much-needed support and protection.

Hey, slave! Who told you to wear those jocks? Take em off now,
slave! Ben jeered.
Why dont you come down here and make me, punk? I hissed in return.
Oh boy. Someones all cocky again. You wanna get your ass, or
rather balls, kicked again?
I wanna see you try, ass-wipe
Man, oh man. When will you ever learn you big-balled prick?

With one hand clutching my package, I squared off against Ben. His
5ft 6, 150 lb frame was dwarfed by mine. He feigned a punch at my
crotch and I backed away, intimidated.

You see? Your big old sorry balls are nothing but your weakness!
Ben taunted.

I closed in, getting angrier. He faked a kick at my sac and again, I
instinctively retreated.

Achilles balls, man. Your Achilles balls Ben teased.

I rushed at him, my hand still protecting my goods, burning with
rage. I was almost on him when he dodged to one side, and tripped me
up with his foot. I stumbled and crashed like a rock into the sofa
but somehow flipped over in such a way that my lower body was up in
the air and my upper body on the ground. I was dazed and took some
time to gather my senses. Ben gave me no time to recover. He came
right up to me, smiled at my unprotected testicles and picked up an
empty beer bottle on the table before savagely smashing it into my
soft, meaty balls.

I howled as I felt my big, sensitive gonads flatten and bounce back
only to be cruelly struck yet another time. I bawled my lungs out as
my hands frantically cradled my already traumatized plums. I curled
up in a fetal position, whimpering like a little boy whos just been
ballbusted, rocking back and forth as pain wracked my balls and
body. Ben danced away from me, laughing as he savored my torment.

Tommys got weak balls he sang cheekily as I wallowed in abject
agony.

I heard him whistling as he headed to his room. If you still wanna
kick my ass, Ill be up here, ok? he cockily announced.

It took a few minutes for me to recover. As the pain subsided, I
slowly and painfully got up. Shuffling up the stairs, I was still
furious and wanted revenge so badly.

Ben was unprepared this time. I spotted him with his back towards me
and with a roar launched myself at him. I caught him by surprise and
as my huge figure crashed into his tiny frame, by luck his knee came
up and smashed into my tenderized testes and I yelped in pain. I
landed on him but was significantly weakened by the pain. Ben
struggled and I tried to pin him down. In my weakened condition, Ben
managed to free one hand and ripped my jocks off. I gasped in pain
and shock with the sudden decompression of my tender meatballs and
that small window gave him the opportunity he was waiting for.

His hand plunged into my groin area and he immediately seized my
right testicle. I was absolutely terrified and begged, No, Ben
please. NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOO!! OHHHHHHHHH FUCK. OH FUCK
ARGHHHH!! as Ben savagely crushed and mashed my trapped spud. I
thrashed wildly trying to free my tormented testicle but Ben hung
on, alternately twisting and tugging while squishing my nut. I was
beside myself with desperation and agony, sobbing and screaming as I
bucked like a wild horse. The teen was merciless, he just looked
into my tear-stained eyes with psychotic sadism, grinning as he now
grabbed my left testicle with his other hand and proceeded to
torture both my balls.

I was now on my back, trying to curl up in a protective ball but Ben
was on top of me, his fingers wrapped like a vise around my now
throbbing, battered manhood. I retched as I sobbed miserably, too
weak and in far too much pain to scream or struggle much. I whined
pitifully, like a hurt puppy, hoping in vain for some sympathy from
my teenaged tormentor.

Not so tough are you, muscle stud? You can build your muscles but
your big sorry balls will always be weak and pathetic, Ben mocked
as he kept squashing my busted gonads. I could only mumble
incoherently in reply. It was an eternity of anguish before he
released my aching, burning plums which were now bright red and
obviously swollen. I curled up again, slowly, sobbing and gagging.
My relief was short-lived, however, as Ben fixed a dog collar and
leash around my neck and pulled me up.

Come here, slave. Now you are my male bull. If you obey my orders,
I might spare those weak, big, sorry balls of yours, Ben barked.

I could only obey and crawled on all fours as he pulled me along, my
balls bobbing and swinging between my muscular legs making me look
like a bull being led to the slaughter. He led me about the house,
jerking the leash to add to my humiliation. I sobbed as I humbly
followed and had a massive boner all the time, much to my horror and
humiliation. Ben then fastened his sisters scrunchy around the base
of my balls, effectively trapping them at the bottom of their sac.
Then he took a bowl from the kitchen and sat down beside me. I was
still on all fours with the leash around my neck.

Now, my slave bull, I wanna milk you till youre dry. I want you to
just follow orders, or else Im gonna hurt these big juicy meatballs
again, do you understand? he whispered in my ear as he gave my
aching balls a hard squeeze. I yelped my agreement.

Ben then started milking my swollen member. He stroked it like a
pro. It was the best handjob I had! I hung my head in humiliation;
being straight, it broke my spirit to get molested like that by
another male, a teen no less. Despite the throbs of pain in my nuts,
I was in the throes of an orgasm within seconds and moaned loudly as
my cock squirted copious amounts of gray fluid which Ben carefully
collected in the bowl.

I want more milk, slave. I want more milk from your big, weak, bull
balls. Ben furiously stroked my stiff cock which was incredibly
sensitive after ejaculation. I groaned in protest but Ben kept it up
and within a few moments, another orgasm rocked my loins as my
injured balls unloaded another few spurts of male milk. I was
panting in exhaustion and pain, I begged Ben, Please stop

Ill stop when I get enough milk from you, slave bull, Ben
retorted as he slapped my nutsac which bounced about in response. I
wailed in pitiful agony and Ben continued to stroke my engorged
member. It took a bit longer this time but I managed to blow another
load of semen into his bowl. This went on for some time and my
massively-engorged cockhead became an angry shade of purple.
Eventually, I couldnt come any more. I dry-came and I assure you,
my empty balls erupted in unbelievable pain. I cried miserably and
collapsed, one hand weakly cradling what was left of my shattered
manhood.

Fuck. I didnt know a guy could fucking shoot so much jizz! Damn,
you really are a bull! Ben declared as he tugged my weak, broken
body upright. Stand up, slave bull! he ordered and I painfully
stagger to my feet, my huge muscular figure wracked by sobs.

I hang my head as I stand before my pint-sized tormentor, my spirit
broken. I was too humiliated and in too much agony to resist any
more.

Drink up your milk, slave, Ben ordered as he handed me the half-
full bowl of my own whitish semen.

No... I protest but I was cut short as Ben brutally grabs my
busted balls and squeezes again.

Arghh fuck cough. Cough I scream then gag as Ben pours my own
cum down my throat.

Swallow that or Ill permanently destroy your balls.

I relinquished every last bit of my dignity and masculinity as I
gulped down the salty, bitter fluid, sobbing miserably as I did.

I had fun, slave. Now go sit in the corner until Brad comes home
and we can have more fun.

I dread what is to come but I can only obey. My big sorry balls
dangling and bobbing behind as I crawled to the corner, awaiting my
fate.

Beta Beta Fraternity

---Prologue---

"Dude, don't join that frat house. Those dudes in there are some of the most fucked-up, insane people I know," some senior told Josh. Seeking to join some fraternity, Josh was moving around looking for one that he'd enjoy being part of. There were the usual ones like the nerds, the jocks and the drunken party animals, of course. But
Josh wasn't interested in any of them and so the only one left was Beta Beta.

"Why the fuck is it called Beta Beta?" Josh thought to himself as he walked towards the red brick building. Outside, he bumped into another guy who seemed interested to join. He was fucking huge - a beefy 6'7" and 260lb giant.
"Hey, dude, you gonna join this frat?" Josh asked.
"Yeah, man. They told me that this is the most crazy frat house to join!" the guy answered.
"I'm Josh by the way"
"I'm Jason. Nice meeting you"

Inside the building, Josh saw a strange motley crew of people. Those who appeared to be the recruiters were an interesting combination of characters. There was a really short guy, not a dwarf, but only about 4' tall but was incredibly cute and had the most intense green eyes he'd seen. Then there was another guy who was about 5'5" with a fairly athletic build, buzz cut and a scar on his right eye brow.

"Hey, I'm Colin," the cute, short guy said.
"I'm Ryan," the guy with the scar introduced himself.

Josh then met the other three guys who were interested in joining the frat. Mark was an Asian guy, about 6" tall but stocky and built like a tank. Then there was Ty, the pretty boy with long shoulder length blond hair and skinny 5'6" frame. Lastly, there was Adam, a lanky, decent-looking redhead with freckles.

"Let me introduce you to the rest of the guys," Colin announced. There were about 10 guys only. As they did, Josh couldn't help wondering what was so crazy about this frat house. They all seemed pretty decent, down to earth and rather boring, guys.

"I'm sure you heard about our reputation from the other frat houses. And I'm sure you are as curious as fuck how we earned it. I assure you, you'll know by tonight and whether you dare stay here," a guy named Van told us. "See you in our basement tonight"

"Very few guys could get through the initiation, but no one would tell me what they had to go through," Mark told me.
"I bet I can get through ANYTHING these guys throw at me," Jason mouthed off.
Josh spied Colin smile and whisper something to Van through the corner of his eye.

---The Initiation---

"Gentlemen, I commend you for your courage. You chose to join us knowing full well our reputation. I promise you, if you can survive our initiation and not bail out, you'll be part of a very close band of brothers," Van announced.
"Fuck that, man, let's get on with it! I can't wait!" Jason hollered.
"Patience, big guy. All in good time," Van replied with a rather evil smile.
"The first part will be a fight among the initiates and since there are 5 of you, Ryan will join in as well. Then there will a similar round but this time, I will be joining in the fun. For the last round, the initiates with the least number of submissions can choose who they'd like to fight. At the end, we'll let you consider whether you want to continue with the initiation," Colin announced.
"We've put you in pairs and you will fight till one submits. No holds barred. Initiates must fight naked. Ryan can wear whatever he wants to," Van continued.

The first pair to fight was Adam and Josh. It seemed a pretty even fight. Adam was about 6' and 180 lbs and Josh was though shorter at 5'7" was about 20 lbs heavier. Under Adam's red bush, was a 4" dick and his decent-sized, very low-hanging balls. Josh had a much thicker dick and slightly larger nuts that didn't hang as much. Adam
lunged at Josh and surprised him, knocking him flat on his back. They both then wrestled and grappled on the ground, both trying to gain the upper hand. Josh, being a better wrestler and more muscular, managed to put Adam in a schoolboy pin, his dick and balls touching Adam's mouth. Adam struggled and tried his best to throw
Josh off but failed. 'You give, bitch?" Josh taunted as he smacked his cock on Adam's lips.

"Fuck off, asshole," Adam defiantly replied as he struggled valiantly.
Growing tired and afraid of losing the fight, Josh reached behind him and grabbed Adam's pendulous balls. Adam's eyes grew wide with horror and when Josh squeezed those firm baby-makers, Adam screamed in pain. "You give?" Josh repeated.

"Fuck... you," Adam answered just before he screamed yet again as Josh yanked and twisted as he crushed Adam's aching plums. This time, Adam howled his submission, sobbing pitifully as he curled up on the ground, clutching his hurting gonads. Josh raised his hands in triumph as he stood over his vanquished opponent, sporting a very hard boner.

The next fight was between Ty and Mark. Now this was interesting, Josh thought as he rubbed his raging hard-on. This seemed a really one-sided fight. Ty weighed about 130lbs and stood at 5'6" only, dwarfed by the tank-like Mark, 6' tall and looked easily 230lbs of solid beef. He was a bit fat but was obviously very muscular and bulky. Ty had a fair sized dick and balls but was completely smooth. Mark had a rather small cock for his size, only about 3" long but he had a huge pair of lemon-sized balls hanging nice and low beneath a dark bush of pubic hair. Ty raised his hands to challenge Mark to a strength test, much to everyone's amusement. Mark smirked as he
accepted Ty's challenge. "I'm gonna cut him some slack guys, don't worry," Mark yelled out to the cheering guys.

Ty's hands met Mark's and it was soon obvious that Mark wasn't exerting his full strength. He just resisted as Ty grew more tired and red. As Mark smiled at a very red Ty, a sickening thud rang out as Ty slammed his foot into Mark's very vulnerable testicles. In fact, it was so hard that a smaller smack was heard as Mark's dangling balls swung back and hit his ass. Mark's mouth just dropped in a frozen scream of agony as his big nuts erupted in agony. Mark's strength failed and he wanted to just cup his traumatized manhood and crawl to a corner but Ty refused to let the wounded hunk's hands go. Instead, he swung his foot into poor Mark's throbbing testicles
a second time. A gasp of horror reverberated through the basement as another horrible thud preceded Mark's slow drop to the ground. The big beefy juggernaut collapsed to his side slowly, his hands nursing his agonized bollocks, writhing as very male anguish hit him in the pit of his stomach. Ty just grinned, sweeping back his long blond hair. Ty's cock was semi-hard as well and as Josh noticed, so were
most of the other guys in the room.

Mark was left in the corner, nursing his aching balls as Adam recovered and looking a bit sick, sat down with the rest of the freshmen. The last pair to fight was Ryan and Jason. This was not a very balanced pair either. Jason was a towering musclebound giant in comparison to Ryan, who wore a pair of black trunks. Jason had a huge, smooth package. His cock was about 6" soft and his nuts were about the same size as Mark's and hung about 7" low. Jason jumped up and down, punching his fists together, his big genitals flopping about. Ryan just smiled at the big hunk's antics.

Jason kept jumping around as he tried to land a punch on Ryan's face. Ryan, just ducked and avoided the big oaf's punches. As Ryan expected, Jason started to tire. He was sweating profusely, panting and his punches were getting more sluggish. Ryan then moved in for the kill. A punch to the jaw knocked Jason back as Ryan tore into
him with more punches into Jason's six pack. Jason continued his retreat until he was backed into a corner, uselessly resisting Ryan's onslaught. As the massive beefy Jason slumped, Ryan landed a ferocious punch that squished Jason's bobbing balls against his pubic bone, drawing a blood-curdling shriek from the injured hunk.
Jason hugged himself as he slowly slipped to the ground, in tremendous pain as a croaked, "I give".

The next round of fights were to start with Ty and Adam. Adam had recovered and now, he wanted to redeem himself. They squared off and Adam threw a punch that glanced off Ty's shoulder. "Fuck, you punch like a girl!" Ty taunted the taller guy as he slammed his fist in Adam's gut. Adam was winded but threw himself on Ty and the both of them were grappling on the ground, either one unable to gain an advantage until Adam managed to grab Ty from behind. They struggled on the ground, side by side with Adam's arm around Ty's neck from behind as his other hand reached between Ty's legs, seizing hold of his nuts and squeezing them. Ty groaned in pain but he was a tough
son of a bitch. He kept struggling as Adam continued crushing his manhood until he managed reach behind and grab Adam's own balls and squeeze the life of them. So, there they were, the two guys crushing each other's manhood and trying to make the other submit. They were in immense pain but each refused to give, trying to amp up the pain the others' nads. After a while, Van intervened, "Ok, Ok, guys. We'll call this a tie, ok? Now let go and let's move on with the next fight" and both fighters rolled away, in utter anguish, both clutching their tormented packages.

Jason had barely recovered from the assault on his nuts but he was next. And he was fighting Colin. Colin was a third of Jason's size, for crying out loud! Josh was hoping that Jason didn't kill him. Jason faced the pint-sized Colin, his red, slightly swollen testes hanging lower than ever. Colin was in his white briefs. Jason still kept mouthing off, "Hey, Tiny, I'm gonna wipe the floor with your
tears after this! I'm gonna make you cry for your mother!" Colin just told the giant, "Bring it on". Jason still threw his big clumsy punches but Colin easily avoided every one of them. Colin then leapt on Jason, wrapping his legs around Jason's muscular chest as he pounded the surprised hunk's head and face. Punch after punch rained down then Jason dropped off and as he dived between Jason's spread
legs, he grabbed his low-hanging fruit and swung like fucking Tarzan using poor Jason's long ballsac. Jason gasped in horror but before he knew it, Colin was behind him, yanking his pendulous scrotum between his muscular buttcheeks as his trunk-like legs buckled at the knees and Jason bent double, screaming like a schoolgirl. Colin
crushed Jason's trapped testicles as he tugged the long ballsac, flossing Jason's asscrack. Colin then started dragging the tormented hunk around by his balls! Colin pulled at his balls and Jason was forced to shuffle backwards, thighs still locked together and still bent over. Jason sobbed in humiliation and pain as Colin led him
round the basement. It was a ridiculous sight a tiny guy dragging a huge hunky bodybuilder around from behind by his balls! Colin alternately squeezed and twisted the tortured freshman's nuts, drawing pitiful cries and pleas for mercy.

Because the intense pain had paralyzed his brain as well, Jason didn't even submit, he was just a sobbing, crying, howling mess. Colin then forced Jason to his knees and as he crushed the hunk's testicles, he pulled off his briefs, revealing a very hard and wet cock which he plunged into the screaming beefcake's butt. Jason
sobbed and screamed as he was fucked and had his balls squeezed. In a few moments though, moans of pleasure replaced Jason's painful sobs as he sprayed his load on the ground. Colin soon followed, pulling his cock out and showering Jason's ass with his creamy white jizz. He then released Jason's swollen, angry red balls as Jason
collapsed in a miserable heap, crying uncontrollably.

Some guys had to drag Jason to a corner as he was in too much pain. Now, it was Josh against Mark. Mark looked pretty pale after the busting his balls took. He hobbled to face Josh and was in no shape to fight anymore. Josh faced his big opponent, who no longer looked so cocky. Mark used one hand to cover his manhood and the other to
try to fight Josh and therefore was forced to just defend. Josh danced around Mark, his eyes hungry for this meaty prey. He would jump in, land a punch on Mark's head or face, then dance away. He continued to toy with Mark, systematically weakening his bulky opponent. Fed up with the attacks, Mark struck out at Josh. He was waiting for his hunky prey to make this move. With blinding speed, he grabbed Mark's arm and twisted it behind him. Mark screamed in pain, his bulging muscles useless against such a tactic. Then Josh plunged his other hand between Mark's massively muscled thighs and grabbed Mark's larger, lower left testicle. Mark gasped in shock but
soon, he was screaming in agony as Josh applied inhumane pressure and torment to that ball. Tears flowed down Mark's face as pain from his right arm and left nut tore through his body. "If you dare submit, I'll destroy your left nut. I want you to jerk off now," Josh hissed in the beefy Mark's ear. Mark was about to resist but
sensing that, Josh cruelly squeezed and yanked the trapped testicle. Mark just sobbed, hung his head as he stroked his cock in front of a very horny crowd of guys. In a few seconds, Mark's body bucked as his 5" boner squirted globs of cum. Instead of letting Mark go, the sadistic Josh quickly stood up behind Mark and swung his foot between Mark's buttcheeks, his toes smacked neatly into Mark's traumatized manhood as Mark screamed once and passed out from the abject agony. Josh's cock was very hard and was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. So was Ty's cock. Adam was just too horrified but Jason was too busy nursing his own aching plums that he didn't notice.

"Well, that went well," Van said, obviously sporting wood. "Now for the final round..."

"NOOOOO! NOOOO! Please..." begged Adam. His manhood was in too much pain to continue.

"Adam won't be joining our frat, I guess. How about Jason?" Colin asked as he reached for Jason's injured balls.

"Huh? What? No please... no more... please" Jason pleaded.

"So it looks like only Ty and Josh are left." Van said.

Josh then faced Ty, both of them smiling at each other knowingly. They knew they were into this since the beginning since they both wore Kramtoad T-shirts earlier that day. Josh smiled at Ty, spread his legs as Ty kneed him in the nads. Josh groaned as he slumped to the ground. Ty dropped down as well and both the nude, horny guys assumed the 69 position, slapping and squeezing each other's balls.
The other guys in the room couldn't resist any longer and were stroking their throbbing erections. Soon, Josh and Ty were sucking each other's hard cocks while smacking each others' testicles and in no time, the two handsome ballbusters were moaning in pleasure as they shot their loads. And soon, a chorus of moans announced that most guys in the basement also shot theirs. Josh and Ty lay, exhausted and tired as they announced in unison, "We give".

Van, his pants stained with jizz, announced happily, "Well, welcome to BB frat, guys. Yeah, that's what it stands for."