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.