Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Colleagues

PART 1:

Somehow bullying never goes away. It may change form as we get older but it just never goes away. Mark used to be a really scrawny kid who was constantly picked on in school. In college, the skinny 6'5" Mark fell in love with bodybuilding and actually went on to win a few amateur shows after a couple of years of serious training and dieting.

And so Mark evolved from lanky geek to massive muscle-bound hunk. He worked an office job and had put all his high school days behind him. One day, a new worker named Justin joined his company. When Justin arrived, Mark's jaw dropped and all his high school memories came flooding back with a vengeance. Justin was the guy who incessantly bullied him! And now here he was.

Justin seemed fairly polite to everyone, including Mark. Mark thought that perhaps Justin no longer recognized him and so, didn't think much of it. Justin himself seemed pretty laid back, relaxed and not at all the asshole he was in school. The following week, the company was organizing a Halloween party and everyone had to dress up for the event.

Mark chose to dress up as a Trojan soldier, to show off his beautifully built body. He stood in front of his mirror, admiring how his body looked in that little skirt thingy and the fake armor. His massive shoulders and arms and legs were truly a sight to behold. It was a wonder that he could find a costume that fit! Just to be naughty, Mark chose to wear nothing but a sports pouch under his skirt. The pouch was only big enough to accommodate his large cock but not his ample, lemon-sized testicles and Mark got a kick out of that. He wasn't at all shy of his big manhood. In fact, he would "accidentally" allow others a glimpse of his enormous package.

Mark was the star of the party. Everyone was in awe of his costume and even more awed by his body. Halfway through the party however, Mark's girlfriend, Eve, asked for a ride back to the office as she had left her cell phone there. Mark volunteered to go get the phone himself and so left, striding around town in all his glory. Yes, people did stare at the beefcake with the mini-skirt!

He got to the office and was surprized to see the lights still on. He peeked in and saw Justin still there, working on something.
"Hey Justin" Mark called out.
"Hey... oh my God... hahaha" Justin roared in laughter.
Mark turned red and answered, "What the fuck is your problem?"
"Nothing... Hahahaha..." Justin was beside himself.
Mark ignored him and looked for Eve's phone.
"You look fucking gay, man," Justin taunted.
"Fuck you"
"I'm not into that, man. Even if you are"
Mark was really angry by now.
"Angry now, Marky boy?" Justin teased.
That was the name Justin used when he bullied Mark in high school.
Mark was speechless, angry and hurt.
"Come on now, big guy. How could I forget you?" Justin continued. "I had the most fun with you. The other kids were just boring. You provided me with so much fucking fun. Remember how I used to pin you down and squeeze your balls? Man, you had the biggest balls in school but they were so fucking tender and sensitive! You would convulse like you were having a seizure or some fuck like that while I grabbed your junk. Then you would be sobbing yourself silly on the ground!"
"Fuck you, Justin... Fuck you..."
"Is that all you can say now? Come on... I'm sure you kinda enjoyed the whole experience since you seemed to have a boner all the time after I hurt your balls. Did it toughen your balls, Marky boy? I hope I didn't ruin your sex life, man. You ballin' that Eve bitch, right?" Justin went on.
"Fuck you, asshole. Leave her out of this, ok?" Mark yelled.

The two men faced each other now. Mark dwarfing the 5'7", 170lb figure of Justin.

"She's got a fine ass, man. I hope those nads of yours can still shoot jizz after the beating I gave it in school. I mean, it'll be a waste if you couldn't fuck Eve, right?"

Mark just roared in anger and rushed at Justin. Justin was much quicker and threw a snap kick between Mark's massive thighs, catching his big, dangling balls spot on with an audible thwack. Mark howled as he crashed into a pillar then to the ground, hands clutching his nuts as they exploded with pain.

"Still got those big, weak balls I see. Damn, I would think that after all that beating they would be tough little fuckers!" Justin taunted.

Mark struggled to his feet, fighting off the pain. He lumbered towards Justin, his large sore balls swinging beneath his loin cloth. He swung a few clumsy blows at Justin who evaded them easily. Justin then faked a punch at Mark's face. Mark raised his hands instinctively and like lightning, Mark grabbed his muscular shoulders and swung his bony knee into Mark's vulnerable testicles.

Two sickening thuds of hard bone smashing into soft testicular tissue later, Mark could just groan pitifully as he sank to his knees in slow motion, in utter agony. Somehow the pain must have been so paralyzing that Mark didn't even cover up his traumatized plums. After bringing his opponent to a more manageable height, Justin sank a few punches into Mark's handsome face, then viciously kicked him in his bobbing balls again. Mark just made keening, animal noises as he dropped to the ground in a fetal position, cradling his aching balls as waves as nausea tormented him.

Mark's loin cloth was far too skimpy. As he writhed in agony, his bubble butt and genitals flopped out obscenely.

"Oh damn. Look at the size of those babies!" Justin exclaimed looking enviously at Mark's red, swollen testicles rolling in their very pendulous ballsac. For some strange reason buried in Mark's psyche, his cock began to stir in some perverse response to the abuse his balls were getting. Perhaps it was some teenage memory. He was both humiliated and in pain as his cock rose to a majestic erection.

"Fuck. I knew you liked getting your nuts hurt!" Justin laughed.

Mark gingerly crept on all fours, his boner vulgarly tenting his sports pouch and lifting his loin cloth. He was moving away from Justin who saw Mark's massive mounds of meat swinging invitingly between his very muscular legs.

Justin grabbed Mark's swollen balls and tugged them back viciously drawing a blood-curdling scream from Mark. "Oh please, man... please stop... not my balls..."

Justin just used both hands, one hand for each ample gonad, and proceeded to squeeze them alternately. Abject agony and pain pulasated from Mark's aching balls. Justin ignored Mark's delirious pleas for mercy and began pulling them upwards so that the ballsac was flossing his butt and sticking out obscenely through his muscular buttcheeks. Justin tugged upwards, drawing inhuman howls from the frantic hunk.

Justin pulled until Mark's ass was high in the air and his head and his feet on the ground. Marks hands clawed desperately at his ass and groin trying to alleviate the pain but because his ballsac was so loose and long, Justin managed to maintain his deathgrip on Mark's now very swollen and red testicles with little hindrance.

Mark's mouth was frozen in a silent scream of torment as his body bucked and spasmed in response to the horrible pain. After an eternity of torment, Justing let go, tired from squeezing those massive testes. Mark collapsed and curled up, his hands feebly nursing his tenderized nuts. Justin grabbed Mark's throbbing boner and after a few seconds, Mark was screaming as both pain and pleasure erupted from his very sensitive plums. Mark squirted load after load of man juice as he sobbed uncontrollably both from the pain and the humiliation.

"Gee. I almost forgot how fun that was, Marky boy! See ya tomorrow!" Justin called out as he strolled out of the office leaving the beefy hunk wallowing in his tears, cum and pain.


PART 2: THE BUSINESS TRIP

After getting his ample manhood busted and humiliated by Justin, Mark tried to pretend nothing happened the next day at the office but still cowered and grew anxious whenever Justin was near. It was quite a sight to see the 24 year old, 6'5" 250lb beefy Mark intimidated by a 170lb, 5'7" punk who was about 3 years older. Justin became incredibly friendly towards Mark, on the other hand. But only in front of the other workers.

Whenever he was alone with Mark, Justin would seize every opportunity to bust Mark's large nads. And so, Mark's days were punctuated by episodes of acute, gut-wrenching testicular pain and humiliation. One thing Mark enjoyed doing was sneaking into the copy room when Mark was busy and when Mark bent over, Justin would plunge his hand between Mark's muscular buttcheeks and grab Mark's bobbing balls. A few seconds of getting his low-hanging fruit crushed would leave Mark bent double, his hands clutching desperately at his traumatized manhood. Since Mark only wore very thin silk boxers, his big boy balls were very vulnerable and very easily hurt.

Mark had a habit of standing with his feet really wide apart when he was pissing in the urinal and Justin made full use of that habit to further humiliate the beefcake. He'd sneak up behind Mark's gigantic frame, drop to one knee and sink a well-placed fist into Mark's hanging plums. The result was always dramatic. Mark would grunt, swear, knees buckling, head flush against the wall and hands grabbing for his aching balls with his large dick, still out of his pants, spraying urine all over like a kid's water pistol. After recovering from the blazing pain in his privates, Mark would limp out of the john and suffer the amused stares of colleagues who always wondered how he could piss all over himself.

Mark's will to fight was broken and he took everything Justin dished out, timidly. Mark couldn't quit since his job paid really well and he enjoyed it, so he chose to suffer in silence. One day, their boss told the both of them that they were going on a three day business trip together to Vegas. Justin was extremely pleased but Mark just nodded miserably. Three days alone with his bully. How would he survive?

It was a 4 hour flight there and Mark was dressed in loose, thin sweatpants. His nap was rudely awakened by a horrible pain from his gut and groin. To his horror, Justin was smiling sadistically with his hand under Mark's blanket. He viciously twisted and squeezed Mark's meaty twin mounds and Mark groaned in agony. Not wanting to make a scene, Mark's mouth was opened in a silent scream of anguish as his hands tried to pry open Justin's death grip on his throbbingly painful manhood. Justin released Mark's baby-makers and Mark nursed them as his cock rose to a majestic erection, tenting his blanket obscenely. The air hostess, who happened to be passing, saw Mark's boner and when she saw his hands massaging his nads, she whispered, "Perv" and gave him a look of utter disgust.

Mark seemed to have a permanent erection through the entire flight. Justin barely gave him any respite. Every time Mark let his guard down, a squeeze, slap or punch would make his testicles explode with pain. He began to wish that he had worn underwear instead of free-balling. After an agonizing flight, Mark was relieved to be able to get to the hotel for some rest. But, much to his horror, he realized that he would have to share a king-sized bed with Justin. Little did he know that Justin had made that arrangement with the hotel.

"Oh fuck. I'm not sharing any bed with you, man," Mark protested as he entered the room.
"Oh yes, you are. The hotels are fully-booked," Justin answered.
"Fuck. Then one of us will sleep on the floor," Mark retorted.
"Fuck you, Marky boy. We're sharing the bed, and that's final."
"No fucking way. I'm no fucking fag. You can have the bed. I'm taking the floor."

Without warning, Justin grabbed Mark's massive muscled arms then swung his knee between Mark's big thighs twice. Two sickening meaty thuds later, Mark was screaming in pain as he collapsed into a writhing, sobbing heap on the floor. "Oh, fuck, my balls. My balls." he whined.

"I said we're sharing the bed. If you call me a fag one more time, I'll destroy those weak, pathetic balls."

After a long time of pain, Mark managed to hobble to the shower and clean himself up. Previously proud of his big bull balls and ample cock, he was terrified to get naked in front of Justin. However, since he only wore really skimpy silk boxers that barely covered his large package, Justin had a great view of his favorite target - Mark's balls. Mark crawled into bed with Justin smiling cruelly.

Mark faced away from Justin and in no time, fell into deep slumber. Moments later, that familiar nauseating pain woke Mark up. Mark groaned in agony as he woke and realized that Justin was pulling on his pendulous plums from behind and slapping those trapped puppies. Mark curled up into a painful ball, sobbing into his pillow as Justin yanked and slapped his tenderized, swollen meatballs. Every slap to his balls would make his body spasm as if electricity were passing through. After an eternity of anguish, Justin grew tired and released the beefy hunk from his torment. Mark curled up even more, sobbing pathetically as waves of nausea hit him in the gut.

The next morning, Justin pretended nothing happened as Mark awoke. Jumping out of bed, Mark winced and cried out as his swinging sac bumped against his muscled thighs. He limped to get ready to meet his company's clients. The day seemed to go on smoothly and Mark and Justin concluded some really good deals for their company.
Forgetting his pain and humiliation, Mark was feeling on top of the world. Justin, of course, refrained from any horse-play in front of the clients. They had a good dinner with their clients and then headed back for a final night at the hotel. The next day they were leaving Vegas.

Mark stripped to his white skimpy boxers and his equipment flopped about vulgarly with every step he took and Justin was just itching to bust him again so he started a fight. "Hey, Marky boy! Remember our high school days? Remember how you'd always go about with a big boner after I hit you in the balls?" Justin taunted.

Mark kept silent as Justin went on, "I still remember the time in the locker room when I towel-slapped your boy balls. Man, you were bawling your lungs out and crying like a fucking little girl."
"Fuck you, you fucking asshole," Mark seethed.
"You wanna hit me, dont you?" Justin provoked.
"I wanna beat you to a pulp, you motherfucker," Mark hissed.
"Come on then, big boy. Just go for it," Justin went on as he slapped Mark's ass.

With a roar of fury, Mark was soon on top of Justin. Justin struggled as Mark easily overpowered him and as Mark's muscular frame bore down further, Justin thrust his hand between Mark's trunk-like legs and grabbed Mark's right testicle as it rolled out of the leg of his skimpy boxers. Mark froze and soon his world collapsed as Justin crushed the life out the big gonad. Mark made weird animal noises, his hunky body wracked by inhumane pain as Justin tugged, twisted and squished his testicle. Justin quickly rolled away and escaped from the injured hunk. Mark staggered to his feet, wiping the tears from his handsome face but Justin was quicker. Without missing a beat, he snap kicked Mark right in his sensitive, swollen plums. Mark howled and as he dropped, Justin punched him in the jaw. Mark crashed into the wall, dazed.

"Get up, you big useless oaf. Come on, you weakling!" Justin prodded.

Blinded by rage, Mark's huge figure rose again and he kicked at Justin. Justin neatly ducked and caught Mark's leg. Mark staggered for balance as Justin swung his knee into the hunk's vulnerable dangling testicles. Mark screamed as Justin threw two more knees into his rapidly swelling, agonized balls. He then threw Mark's leg upwards as the big, sobbing hunk crashed into the corner. Mark just curled up, nursing his badly swollen and hurting manhood, sobbing in defeat and pain.

By now, Justin was so turned on and yanked out his very wet 5" boner as he knelt next to the crumpled heap Mark was now reduced to. He grabbed Mark's tenderized boy balls with one hand and Mark looked up at his tormentor, terrified.

Justin started caressing Mark's sensitive nads and soon, Mark's big cock was rock hard and leaking despite the awful agony in his traumatized testicles. Something clicked in both Justin and Mark. They gazed into each other eyes, both burning with lust and desire. Mark grabbed Justin's balls and pulled him closer. Justin kept gently massaging the fallen, horny hunk's squishy meatballs. Mark put Justin's wet boner into his mouth and sucked hungrily. Justin now was stroking Mark's also leaking rock-hard cock.

In a few moments, moans of pleasure replaced the groans of pain as both men approached orgasm. Justin grunted as he shot his hot jizz into Mark's mouth. Mark himself began involuntarily thrusting his hips as he squirted his huge load of male juice on the rug. Justin collapsed, exhausted next to a panting Mark, gazing affectionately at him now. Justin placed his lips closer and both of them were soon kissing contentedly. That night, both of them slept on the floor.

Apology Accepted?

After an intense gym session and a warm bath, Josh looked at himself in the mirror. Extremely satisfied with his workout and admiring his hunky body, he flexed various muscle groups as he basked in his narcissistic glory. At 25 years of age, Josh was quite a stunning male specimen actually. Standing at 6"1" and a lean 200lbs, he sported a handsome face with hazel eyes and sandy brown hair. But the part of his body he was extremely proud of was of course, his manhood. His cock was 5" flaccid and when erect, that bad boy was 9" long. That huge dong rested on two loaded, golf ball-sized testicles.

While posing in his tight red jock strap, he would occasionally grab his massive package and enjoy the stirring he felt in his loins. "Man, I gotta find a chick tonight. My nuts are bursting with cum," he mumbled to himself. He hadn't bedded any girl in a week and he was getting a bit frustrated about it. Josh stripped off his red jocks and went to his locker buck naked. He wasn't at all embarrassed. In fact, Josh enjoyed the attention he got from guys looking enviously at his large genitals flopping around.

He noticed a group of 4 guys coming in. They looked pretty young. About 17 or 18 at the most. Maybe 5'6" in height. Skinny dudes dressed like basket-ballers. Suddenly, one of them, Tim, called out to him, "Hey asshole! I wanna talk to ya."
"What the fuck do you want you little prick?" Josh retorted.
"Remember Julie?" Tim asked.
Josh thought for a while". "Oh yeah. I balled her about a week ago. What's the matter, punk?"
"She's my sister, you fuck. You fucked her and dumped her. No one does that to my sister."
"And so what do you plan to do about it?" Josh folded his arms, his muscular frame towering over Tim.
"You're gonna apologize to her or I'm gonna kick your ass so badly you'll wish you never met her."
Josh laughed scornfully. "Big words for such a small guy!"
"Toby, lock the door," Tim ordered.
"Just me and you, fucker. These guys won't interfere," Tim announced. He had no intention of keeping that promise of course.
"You are so gonna regret this, punk. I tell you what, I'll let you have three free gut shots at me then we'll fight. Ok? So you don't say I've been unfair," Josh answered cockily.
"Agreed!"

Josh stood there, hands on his hips. He tensed his sculpted abs and awaited Tim's strike. "Number one" Tim announced and fired a fist that smacked into Josh's dangling testicles with a sickening thud. Josh's jaw dropped as his hands clutched his injured gonads. Bent slightly at the waist and in incredible pain from the blow, Josh couldn't breathe properly let alone speak or moan. The agony slowly spread to his gut as he nursed his balls.
"Fuck..." he managed to croak.
"Oops, sorry, dude. I aimed a bit too low I think. I'll aim higher for my second shot."

For some stupid reason, Josh straightened himself and prepared for the next shot leaving his vulnerable testicles dangling invitingly. Tim took aim again and threw another devastating punch into the hunk's bobbing bollocks. Josh yelped as Tim's knuckles connected with his tender testes and smashed them against his pubic bone. His balls burning, Josh doubled over, trying not to fall. He was gasping for breath, fighting the wave of horrible nausea building up in his core. He staggered a little but managed to maintain his balance.

"This is one stupid fucker," Tim thought to himself as he saw Josh bent over with his hands on his thighs. He wasn't even protecting his jewels. They hung so temptingly like to big lemons between his muscular legs. Tim stood behind the bigger guy who was now too much in pain to fight much. He swung a fist between the hunk's legs from behind that crashed into his aching balls. Josh screamed this time. But instead of withdrawing his fist, Tim grabbed hold of Josh's poor nuts. He viciously tugged them backwards until his ball cords were stretched to the max. Josh screeched as inhumane pain seared his mind. His knees buckled but Tim had a stranglehold on his manhood. Tim twisted and squeezed savagely as Josh began to sob.

Randy, one of Tim's friends was recording the entire scene with his camcorder. Josh sobbed and screamed and begged like a little boy as Tim squeezed his large, swollen balls mercilessly. Tim began dragging Josh around by his balls. Josh was forced to stagger backwards, crying out in pain as Tim humiliated him. Time then forced the sobbing hunk against the wall. Josh now couldn't bend over but had to stand almost straight. This increased the tension on his testicles as Tim continued tugging from behind. Josh was crying and mumbling incomprehensibly as Tim administered a few sharp slaps to his tormented testicles while squishing and twisting them.

Josh wanted to pass out but the pain somehow kept him awake. Finally, Tim released him but just before he collapsed, Tim kicked him cruelly in the balls. Josh cried out and collapsed in a miserable, sobbing, hurting mass on the floor. It was a remarkable sight. A tiny punk with a huge hunky male crying like a little boy at his feet begging him to stop hurting him.

"Get him up," Tim ordered. Two of his pals dragged the broken hunk to his knees one holding each arm. Randy took a close up of Josh's red, swollen testicles and strangely enough, erect cock. The guys were amazed to see such a huge cock.
"I think the faggot's enjoying us playing with his balls," Randy said.
"Now I want you to apologize to my sister on camera. Say I'M SORRY FOR TREATING YOU LIKE TRASH JULIE. I'M NOTHING BUT A USELESS FAGGOT WITH USELESS, WEAK BALLS."

Josh hesitated but Tim helped him make up his mind. He pulled off his Nike and slapped Josh's tenderised gonads repeatedly. Josh howled in abject agony and thrashed about but the two guys held him securely. "You gonna comply?" Tim asked.

Josh did. With tears streaming down his handsome face and a raging erection, he said the words.

"Good. Now kindly jerk off for the camera," Tim commanded. Josh's will was completely broken by now. One guy released his arm and he stroked his cock and within a few seconds, moans of pleasure replaced his sobs of pain as a powerful orgasm rocked his loins and his cock spurted his male milk like a hose. Globs of semen squirted from his throbbing cock as Josh moaned in pleasure.

Without allowing the broken and humiliated Josh to recover from his climax, Tim slammed his foot into the hunk's traumatized testicles. Josh screamed once and then just collapsed unconscious from the unbelievable anguish.

College Dorm

PART 1:

It's been about a month since moving into the college dorm. I shared my room with Matt, a swimmer with the cutest face and most charming smile anyone could have. His short blond hair and beautiful blue eyes made him the centre of female attraction in his class.

I sometimes kinda wished I had looks like his. I looked like your typical gym-rat - square jaw, short spiky brown hair, hazel eyes and a bulky physique. At 6'3" and 250lbs, I guess I intimidated most girls but heck, I liked my big brawny bod. Perhaps I loved myself more than any girl :-)

Speaking of self-love, I hadn't jerked off since moving in. It was a bit awkward spanking my cock in a new environment. Anyways, I couldn't bear the pressure building up in my dangling balls anymore. It was driving me mad. I'd get hard-ons at the most awkward times ever, like while bench-pressing, for example! And so I powered up my laptop, stripped to my tight white boxer briefs and sat at my desk. Matt was at swimming practice now so I had some time to myself.

I started viewing some BGEast videos of hunky wrestlers going at each other's nads and trying to make the other submit by applying the devastating ball-claw. My cock soared to its full 8". My balls ached for release but I didn't really touch my throbbing boner yet. I wanted to wait until I could have a really mind-blowing orgasm. Since I had headphones on (better to hear the wrestlers groaning in agony as their balls are mangled) I didn't hear the door open. Suddenly I looked up and there was Matt. Standing right in front of me, smiling broadly and obviously very amused. "Fuck!" I exclaimed as I yanked off my headphones and nearly fell over the table. My cheeks blazed with embarrassment.

"Whoa there, Stud. Don't poke my eye out with that bad boy!" Matt teased.
I was speechless. Too embarassed and flustered to speak. I stood there like a guilty little boy caught wanking. Although my muscular figure towered over Matt, I felt like a dumb kid at that moment.
"Let's see what hot stuff you are into," Matt continued and sat down in front of my laptop.
"No... don't," I was too ashamed to let him see my ballbusting collection.
"Down boy," Matt answered and back-handed me in the nuts.
My balls were exquisitely sensitive since I had not jerked off in a month. I yelped loudly and sat down on the floor clutching my aching balls. "
Wow. This is some really intensive stuff, man. You like to give or receive?" Matt inquired.
"Receive," I answered sheepishly.
"Well, big boy. I think we both are in luck. I kinda like hurting another guy's balls. And you like getting yours hurt. Fuck, did you indicate that in your application for this room?"

I couldn't believe what I just heard. Matt wanted to bust me?!

Matt pushed me against the wall. I thought I was dreaming. As he ran his soft hands up and down my body, my heart raced and my cock swelled with anticipation. Without warning, he drove his knee into my vulnerable balls. I howled as the pain bit into my brain. That familiar wave of deep agony rose in my abdomen. I doubled over in anguish, making keening noises.

"Come on, man. I know you can take more than that. You're a tough guy," Matt said. I straightened up gingerly and there was a wet spot on my boxers. I was leaking pre-cum! This time he slammed his fist into my aching balls - twice. I felt them flatten against my pubic bone and I couldn't even scream. I just dropped to my knees, my mouth opened in a silent scream of abject anguish. The pain was horrible. My world just collapsed as I slowly dropped to the floor in a fetal position desperately nursing my traumatized manhood. I rocked about in a vain fight against the sickening pain. But I was hornier than ever - my erection seemed impossibly huge and I thought my cock would explode any moment.

"It's been fun, dude! I gotta get back to practice now. I came back for my goggles," Matt announced as he reached down and rubbed my raging boner cheekily. Fuck, I almost came at that moment!

"We're gonna be having more busting sessions, big guy."

Despite the nauseating agony, I managed to slip off my boxers and lie on my back. After a few strokes, I felt my loins and balls erupt in absolute pleasure as I sprayed my man-milk all over my abs and pubes. I groaned loudly as I climaxed and shot my load. I lay there covered in my sticky thick jizz, panting - exhausted and in pain but tingling with dark pleasure.



Did he say he was gonna bust me some more?




PART 2:

I was in that twilight zone between deep sleep and full alertness. Lying on my bed in my comfortable but torn boxers, I was mildly conscious of being awake but also was drifting into sweet slumber. This was the twilight zone where dreams and reality sometimes merge. I was fantasizing about Matt, my room-mate, busting my big balls earlier in the day. And in the process, I was gently grinding my rock hard boner against the bed. I felt my large loose nuts roll out of a leg of my boxers and got even more turned on by the new sensations coming from my privates.

I could almost feel his fingers wrap around my dangling orbs, rolling them around his palm and slowly increasing the pressure on them. I groaned softly into my pillow, enjoying every bit of my semi- dream. I was faintly aware of the pain growing as the pressure increased around my manhood and my groaning grew louder. And as that unmistakable wave of testicular anguish hit me square in the gut and rose to my throat, I jerked my head off the bed, fully awake and in VERY real pain.

"Good morning, Darrel," Matt greeted me. "Owwww.... fuck. My fuckin balls... please stop," I pleaded groggily. He did.

I rolled over, my hands clutching my throbbing gonads. Matt sat on the edge of my bed, smiling. He looked so damn cute with his longish blond hair, blue eyes and bright smile.

"Remember what happened yesterday?" he asked.
"Was I dreaming?" I still couldn't believe that my handsome room- mate was into ballbusting like me.
"No. I busted your balls real good and you loved it."
Wow. I was too dizzy with lust and desire to respond. He put his hand on my crotch. My already rock hard dick stiffened even more.
"Umm. Matt... I'm straight," I stuttered.
"I've seen how you look at my bod, man. I know how you try to steal peeks at me when I'm changing too. You're into me, Darrel, and that's fine. I'm into you to."
I didn't know how to respond.
"Don't start thinking about being gay or bi or whatever. Just labels, man. I know you want this and so do I."

I gazed into his beautiful eyes and my insides burned. I removed my hands from my crotch and gave Matt full rein. "You've a couple of really big ones down here, Darrel," he told me as his hands explored my manhood. My cock soared into a full erection and was leaking pre-cum on my abs.

He then pulled out a pair of red speedos with a hole cut at the crotch and told me to put them on with my balls hanging out the hole.

I felt my balls trapped vulnerably outside the speedos that barely contained my swollen cock.

"Get on your knees, ass in the air."

Matt rolled up a magazine and as I kneeled there with my tender boy balls on display, he swung it into my waiting testicles. I yelped softly as the pain hit me then buried my head in my pillow to muffle more screams in anticipation of more pain. Smack! Another strike made my balls swing about like a mini pinata. Then came hit after hit. I didn't count them. Every sickening smack of the magazine striking my bobbing balls was followed my muffled screams. The agony just built up - it swelled like a gigantic wave in my gut. I tried to bear the anguish but finally I had to collapse. I dropped to my side sobbing softly in pain, nursing my aching exposed balls, writhing around trying vainly to relieve the nauseating anguish.

Matt was already in his boxers, his own cock throbbingly erect. "You ok there, big guy? You're a tough dude. Come on. Stand up."

I staggered to my feet. My muscular thighs were weakened my pain. My big muscular frame dwarfed Matt's swimmer build but he was dominating me now as he tied my hands behind my back.

"Face the wall, big boy. That's right. Now spread your legs. More. Fuck, you look fucking hot posing like that."

He rubbed his rock hard dick against my ass crack as his hand reached to grab my balls. I felt Matt's hot throbbing boner against my butt and his hand groping my manhood. As Matt's excitement grew, so did his grip on my testicles. He squeezed them hard as he tugged and twisted them. My already battered balls blazed with pain. I couldn't even scream. I was gasping for breath, eyes squeezed shut, knees buckling but held up my Matt's death grip on my manhood. The anguish was too great. I slowly sunk to my the ground and Matt followed but didn't release my traumatized testes.

I lay on the floor on my side, curled up with Matt's hand between my butt cheeks. He pulled my balls so that they now were trapped in their loose sac, stretched out behind me, between my legs. It was abject agony for me. I sobbed involuntarily as the pain bit into my brain.

Finally, he released his strangle-hold on my jewels and I instinctively reached down to clutch at my twin orbs of pain.

"Darrel, lie down straight."

I obeyed and Matt knelt beside me, naked, and began sucking on my aching bollocks. Initially, the sucking only amplified my torment but after a while, a strange but beautiful mixture of pain and pleasure glowed from my balls.

Matt knelt over my chest and both of us began stroking our stiff dicks and in no time at all, we both were moaning ecstatically as we blew our loads. I sprayed my juice over my abs as Matt's warm jizz squirted on my neck and chest.

He then dropped to my side and we both lay there, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms when Matt turned to me and said, "So when do you wanna do this again?"

Pride Before a Fall

PART 1:

I was a cocky bastard. At 19, I was 6'5" tall and 210 pounds of beautiful muscle and had the cutest face. A very slight roll of baby fat around my abdomen gave my abs a slightly softer look but what did I care? I had a 50" chest, 22" arms and a 33" waist. How many teens had a body like mine? But i think the asset I was proudest of was my package. Hey, my cock was 5" flaccid and a great 8" hard and it was thick. I gotta say that my balls were more impressive. Biggest in my school (yeah, I checked out other guys' nads in the locker room too). They were the size of large chicken eggs and hung low.

Oh well. Enough about me. Since I was physically so gifted, I had no reservations about flaunting my body and package. I often wore tight jeans that showed off my ample bulge. Boy, did I enjoy all the envious looks from the guys and lustful looks of the girls! I also didn't care that my cockiness made people think I was a fucking prick. I had everything a teenage guy could ever want!

Well, that all changed one day when my gay cousin Ray who was about 18 came over to stay. My parents were on holiday and we were all alone for two weeks. I didn't know he was gay of course until later. He was half my size but he was definitely more handsome than I was. That made me a little jealous and insecure I guess. Well, I flaunted my body as usual not realizing that he was gay. I walked about the house naked with my cock and big balls flopping around proudly. He often looked at me strutting my stuff but I thought it was just normal envy.

One day, he asked me "Darrel, ever got into a fight?" "No. But I'd probably destroy whoever tried," I answered cockily. "I don't think so. I think you're just all pretty muscle and nothing much else," Ray said. "Huh!" I retorted. "Yeah. I think that you couldn't even fight a girl. You'd be out in no time, big boy. All muscle for show. That's all," he continued. "Fuck you, Ray! I could take you down in a few minutes and make you fucking sorry you ever challenged me!" I angrily responded. "Put your money where your mouth is, Darrel. You wanna fight me?" Ray challenged. "Fuck yeah!" I agreed without thinking. "Ok, big guy. Let's do it in the basement. Don't wanna break anything here," he replied.

In the basement, he told me, "No holds barred. The first to submit loses. Winner gets to do whatever he wants to the loser for one week. Agreed?" "Fuck yeah! Let's do it."

He was clad in his shorts but I was nude as usual. We circled each other for a few seconds when he slapped me in the face. I was stunned for a minute and just froze in surprise. That proved to be my undoing. Without losing a beat, he slammed his foot into my dangling balls. I felt a sharp pain between my legs and just as the realization hit me, a horrible dull aching agony hit me in the gut. He didn't stop there. Before I could react to the wave of anguish, he crashed his knee into my tender testes. This time, my knees buckled, my hands reaching to nurse my traumatized manhood. I wanted to scream but sounded like an injured puppy instead.

I sank to the ground; my head swimming with pain, my large nuts blazing in pain. I wanted to just lie down and nurse my balls. I thought I was gonna lose the fight there and then but Ray did something strange. He let me recover. He sat on the floor obviously enjoying the sight of my agony. "I thought you were gonna beat me up, Darrel. What a disappointment. You're weak, man. You got big, weak balls. You couldn't take a bit of pain, man. Faggot!" he taunted.

That did it. I suppressed the pain in my groin and roared. I got up and as he stood to face me I rushed at him. As my hulking frame was almost on him, he dropped to one knee and threw a devastating uppercut into my already tenderised testicles. I howled in abject anguish and fell on him. I don't think he expected that. He gasped as my 210lb frame pinned him to the ground. The beating my balls took had severely weakened me. We grappled on the ground for a while. I was on top of him when suddenly I felt his hand wrap around my right testicle. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened in fear as he looked back in pure satisfaction.

He squeezed. I screamed. I bucked in anguish. The pain was horrible. I felt his hand crush the life out of my right ball. I dropped to the ground on his side. Crying. Sobbing. Pleading for mercy. My sadistic cousin just laughed cruelly and knelt behind me. His other hand reached between my butt cheeks and grabbed my left nut. That's when my universe erupted in terrible anguish. One hand would carress one testicle while the other got viciously mashed and squashed.

Unbelievably, I got a huge erection as my balls were tormented. My cock was throbbingly erect as Ray continued his savage treatment of my young boy balls. Pain and oddly, pleasure was radiating from my once proud manhood. Now i was on my knees, my ass in the air, giving full access to Ray to attack my nads. I cried and cried in shame and agony. "Please, Ray... sob, sob... I submit," I pleaded." "What's that? Speak up, boy!" Ray answered as he viciously tugged at my big balls. "I GIVE! I FUCKING GIVE!" I cried. "I told you you were weak. Say you've got big, useless, weak balls," Ray taunted. I hesitated and that made Ray crush my aching, swollen balls even more. "I'VE GOT BIG, USELESS, WEAK BALLS!" I shrieked while sobbing.

"Good. Now lie down on you back like a good boy," he commanded. I obeyed immediately, grateful for the little respite my traumatized manhood got. It was, however, short-lived. His fingers wrapped around my tenderised spuds again. "Please... no more," I begged.

"Jerk off, Darrel," he said tenderly and kissed me. I was so confused. In pain but burning with lust and sexual desire. I stroked my swollen throbbing cock which was leaking pre-cum as Ray squeezed my aching nads. Within seconds, I was moaning in pain and pleasure as streams of cum sprayed from my cock. It was the most fantastic orgasm I had!

As I emerged from my dark pools of pleasure, Ray slammed his fist into my tender balls. I screamed and curled up on the floor covered in semen, nursing my hurting nuts, crying.

"Don't forget what the stakes were," Ray reminded me as he left the basement leaving me humiliated, hurt and sobbing.


PART 2:

I staggered out of the basement slightly disoriented by the whole new set of sensations in my body - throbbing pain in my now lemon- sized balls, the afterglow of blowing my load and the shame of being beaten by my smaller gay cousin (and being turned on by the whole episode).

I made my way to the kitchen cradling my jewels in my hand, grabbed an ice pack and gingerly sat down on the couch. I winced as my balls bounced slightly on the seat and iced my swollen hurting testicles. They hurt like fuck. I must have fallen asleep.

When I woke up I felt much better. My balls were still red and swollen but hurt much less. I chuckled when I saw my massive boner but my amusement turned into intense embarrassment when I realized my cousin was sitting opposite me. "Dreaming about me, Darrel?" Ray asked. "Fuck you, fag!" I retorted as I got up. For some stupid reason, I tried to cover my boner with my hands. Like that made a lot of difference! "How're your balls?" Ray continued. I flipped him the finger and went to shower to clean of the cum from my body. It felt fantastic after a nice warm shower. My large low- hanging balls felt almost normal now although still slightly swollen. Gazing into the mirror, I admired my great body. Yeah. Beautiful pecs, six pack, big guns, nice glutes. Man, I was one gorgeous hunk!

Coming out of the bathroom, I was a bit hesitant to go about nude as usual after what happened so I wrapped a towel around my waist. "What the fuck do you want?" I asked angrily when I saw Ray in my room. He was shirtless - smooth bod with small wiry muscles. "You remember the stakes?" Ray asked. "Forget it, fag. You fought dirty," I replied. "No holds barred, remember, big boy?" "Fuck you, asshole. And don't call me big boy. It sounds fucking gay!" "What's with the towel, big boy? Trying to hide your big, useless, weak balls? I bet that big cock of yours is weak too," Ray egged. I exploded in rage. I picked him up and threw him against the wall. Slamming him against the wall repeatedly I screamed, "You enjoying yourself, fag? Huh? You like playing with my balls, huh? You think you're so tough fucker? Try getting out of this!" While attacking Ray, my towel fell of and I was buck naked but I didn't care anymore. I wanted to beat this motherfucker up good for humiliating me.

Rays hands suddenly slammed into my sore balls. The pain stopped me in my tracks. But that was just the beginning. His grip tightened around my balls. One testicle in each hand. That familiar wave of nausea and pain swelled in my manhood, radiating into my gut and paralysing me. I looked into his eyes and all I saw was this look of sadism and evil. "Please, Ray, I'm sorry, no... no... ARRRGGGHHH FUCKING FUCK!"

His vice-like grip crushed my balls and twisted them viciously. He had pulled them upwards towards his chest so that I couldn't bend over and fall. Now I was standing on my toes, held up by my hurting balls. I couldn't breathe properly. I was sweating. My heart racing. My world was now just blazing with utter agony. I couldn't scream at all. I only made keening, animal noises as tears streamed down my face. If I could cut off those two pain generators between my legs, I would have. My torment continued for what seemed an eternity. When he finally released my gonads, I collapsed on the ground, sobbing. I curled up, nursing my balls in one hand, another hand on my lower abs. The pain and nausea wouldn't go away.

I don't know how long I was on the carpet like that. I didn't know what was going on. All I could think of was my tenderized aching balls. Eventually I managed to stagger to my knees. Crawling on all fours, I crawled towards my bed. I needed to rest.

"Sorry about that, Darrel. I sometimes don't know my own strength," Ray teased.
"Fuck you, fag," I muttered.
I would regret saying that. As I crawled painfully to my bed, I felt Ray grab my burning balls again.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....!" I screamed as he bore down on my already shattered manhood. He squished my balls in pulsating patterns. I can't describe the magnitude of the anguish of his torment on my busted balls. I retched as he mashed my poor testicles. Yet, I had a hard-on. I don't know why. A raging, throbbing hard-on. I needed relief again. What the fuck was wrong with me?!
"You wanna jerk off, big boy?" Ray inquired. For some reason, I just masturbated myself. No hesitation. Something inside me enjoyed getting my balls hurt. Some perverse inclination inside relished a hot handsome guy like Ray subjecting my large pendulous testicles to torture. I needed to empty my balls of cum - again!

I stroked my massive cock as Ray began slapping my balls. One hand trapped them at the bottom of my sac while the other administered smacks. Within moments, my loins erupted in pleasure as I came another load. I shot globs of semen all over the carpet as I moaned in pleasure. With the last shot of cum, Ray released my busted nuts. I thought it was over but my savage cousin kicked me in the balls. I felt his foot crash into my balls from behind. I screamed once and collapsed - into the pool of my own semen again. Curled up again, hugging myself, crying.

"That was really hot, Darrel. You've got more coming your way," Ray reminded me. Part of me dreaded it. Part of me lusted for more.


PART 3:

What the fuck was going on? So many strange things happening in one day. My puny cousin beating me in two fights. My manhood getting getting busted badly. Me having to jerk off twice while being ball busted. But worse of all, and most confusing, I enjoyed it. In some dark perverse way, I liked getting dominated by my younger, smaller but damn handsome cousin Ray. Was I gay? Was I bi? I don't know. But all I know is when I limped to my bed to sleep off the pain radiating from my traumatised family jewels, I kept fantasizing about what just happened. The way Ray busted me and made me cum. It made my cock rock hard.

After dozing off, I woke at about dinner time. I put on my pair of old cotton boxers. Revealing, yes but somehow I was afraid of flaunting my manhood in front of Ray.
"Hey Darrel," he greeted me.
"Wassup?" I answered quietly.
"How're you doing?" he inquired as he put his arm around my waist.
I froze. Many feelings welled up inside. Lust was one of them. I was lusting after Ray - the guy who dominated me. I had a hard-on instantly.
"It's ok, Darrel. I'm not into anal. Don't worry," he reassured me as he pulled me to the sofa and gently pushed me down. My cock was throbbingly erect now. I was too consumed by passion and lust to do much. When he started kissing me, my insides blazed. I was on fire. I wanted him bad. But he was my cousin.
"Ray, please. No. We're cousins. This is wrong," I protested meekly.
"No one will know, Darrel. I won't force you if you don't want it. Do you want this?"
I couldn't answer. My huge erection gave me away. He smiled at me and started nibbling my ear. I went fucking wild as he continued.
"Bust my balls please," I requested hornily. He just smiled at me and reached into my boxers and pulled out my dangling nuts. They were a bit sore and red still. Then he massaged them gently, rolling them around and against each other. His hand could barely fit around both my big boys so he used two hands. It was awesome. Slight pain and lots of pleasure from my balls... I started moaning involuntarily. My hips began rocking gently. The pressure increased and so did my pain. But I liked it. I lusted for it. My moaning grew louder as he mashed my lemons. The waves of nausea were building up inside but I was still hard as a rock.

After a few minutes, I had enough. "Please, stop..." He did. He let go and stroked my towering boner. Man, this was the best hand-job I had! I closed my eyes, thrust my hips forward and just enjoyed the pure ecstasy emanating from my loins. Suddenly, a smack to my sensitive balls startled me. I groaned and clutched my hurting gonads. Ray just laughed and told me, "I bring you up, and I bring you down."

He then told me to get up and I obeyed. He tied a girl's scrunchy around my hanging balls. I was dizzy with lust, fear and desire. "Spread your legs," he ordered and I just did as he commanded. He pressed my cock against my body and fired three fists into my vulnerable testicles. I howled in pain, my knees buckled and I went down fast. It fucking hurt. I thought he just broke my balls. It was that painful. I felt something wet and I thought something was really smashed but I realized that I was leaking lots of pre- cum. My pubic hair glistened with the sticky stuff.

Ray knelt beside me and began sucking my swollen cock. I was in the fucking seventh heaven as his lips and tongue ministered to my massive member. My moaning grew louder and louder as I felt an orgasm approaching. I think Ray sensed it. He slapped on a ball claw as he continued sucking me. The pain bit into my brain and I was yelping in pain but my cock was straining for release. I thrashed about a bit. Ray suddenly pulled his mouth away from my dick and squeezed really hard on both balls with his hands. I screamed in both pleasure and anguish as I fired my load. My body bucked like a wild pony as my cock shot streams of creamy semen. I sprayed my essence all over my abs and collapsed exhausted.

I looked down and saw that Ray had a massive erection too. His cock was pretty impressive too actually. "Kneel down, ass in the air," he commanded. I was afraid but I obeyed. He dropped his pants and his rock hard cock stood out proudly from his bush of blond hair.

He grabbed hold of my nutsac at the base and pulled, trapping my nuts at the bottom. I squealed as he tugged savagely at my tenderized testes while he jerked off. But he didn't care. He enjoyed hurting my baby-makers. Suddenly he came on my ass. I felt a hot jet of liquid spray on me as he moaned loudly. I screamed at the same time too because in his climax, he crushed my left ball without any mercy.

I thought it was all over but Ray had other plans in mind. A vicious punch from behind to my exposed, bobbing balls made me howl in anguish as I dropped to the floor in utter pain covered in both mine and Ray's cum.

"That was fantastic, Darrel. I'm looking forward to many more busting sessions with you."





PART 4: Ray's perspective of busting his beefy cousin
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When my parents asked me if I'd like to keep my cousin company while his folks were out of town, I almost had an instant hard-on. Of course I said yes. Sure, he's one cocky, arrogant bastard but he's hot. Absolutely hot. So fucking hunky and cute. But best of all, he had an awesome package between his beefy legs. Yeah, I've seen it. The fucker doesn't bother to hide it - in fact, he flaunts it. Big, thick cock and the biggest set of balls I've seen. Two horse-sized testicles dangling invitingly between his legs. Wow.

And by now, I think you know that I'm into busting balls. Don't ask me why. It just turns me on. I think it started when I was 12. I've always been a bit of a pretty boy. Not effeminate. Just had gentle, almost beautiful features. There was this asshole who used to pick on me in school. He was my age but he was massive. He was the strongest kid in school and was both fat and muscular. One day, I got so irritated I warned him that I'd kick his ass if he didn't back off. This was in the locker room and in front of many guys. He was like, "I'd like to see you try, punk" turned around, bent at the waist with his ass pointing at me. He was in a pair of white briefs and I saw a nice bulge between his legs. Something clicked in me. Why settle for kicking his fat butt? The dumb fucker was inviting me to bust his balls. So I kicked him hard. My foot sailed between his legs and flattened his bobbing balls. I felt him jump a few inches off the floor before crashing to the ground, hugging himself, bawling his head off. I think he was there a good half hour. The other guys were silent. I just took down the biggest, most obnoxious kid in school. I could sense the admiration though. For weeks, I would masturbate to the thoughts of busting that guy.

I've gotten into many fights. It's not easy being gay. But it's made me tough. I've been beaten up sometimes but usually I'm the one beating up the motherfucker picking on me. It's usually the same MO. The fool would forget that he pair of very sensitive balls hanging between his legs. That allows me to dispatch him by striking at his most vulnerable point. Anyway, back to my cousin's story.

Since puberty I've always had a crush on Darrel. I could remember the way he flaunted his gorgeous body and package at the beach when we were younger. Already at puberty his balls and musculature were impressive and he knew it. He would often tell me about how much jizz he could shoot and how many times a day he jerked off. Part of me lusted for him, part of me wanted to take him down a few notches. And so my chance came.

His body was more impressive than ever and his package more massive than I remembered. He would wander around the house naked while I was there. I had a hard time trying to keep from getting a boner in front of him. So I devised my plans. Lure him into fighting me, bust his balls and dominate him thereafter. It worked like a charm! Darrel wasn't a very bright dude. He fell for my ruse. In our first fight, he was clumsy and that gave me so many opportunities to attack his manhood. It was such a turn-on to see him in agony - hands clothing his injured balls, bent at the waist, face red, groaning in pain.

The best experience was squeezing his balls. They were huge! I had to use both hands to squeeze them - one in each hand. They were THAT big. Nice big, firm balls. No wonder he was such a horny bastard :-) I had a throbbing erection squishing those big boys and seeing my cousin thrash about, sobbing, begging me to stop. But seeing him cum was simply awesome. He shot an unbelievable amount of juice. He wasn't just boasting... he was being truthful! Whoa!

In our second fight, I thought I was done for when he picked me up and slammed me against the wall. I thought I would be beaten up bad. But then the stupid oaf left himself wide open - legs spread, arms away from his beautiful balls. So I did the logical thing - grab them and squeeze. How can I describe the sexual rush from looking into his petrified big blue eyes while mashing his huge (now slightly squishy) balls and seeing him suffer in abject agony? I had to stop myself from flipping out my boner and jerking off on the spot. It was that fantastic!

I think he's enjoying the whole thing. I have broken the hunk's will. He almost voluntarily stroked his cock when I asked him to while squeezing his jewels. Well, that's good coz I can't wait to get at his goodies again.... I could hardly believe it. Darrel was hooked on ballbusting. After only 2 matches! Wow. How often is it that you get as a ballbusting partner a beautiful hunk that’s hung like fucking horse?? I was giddy with lust when I saw how Darrel responded to my touch. And I almost came when he asked me to bust his laden balls. I still can't believe it, in fact.

Making out with my hot hot cousin in the living room was awesome. This is probably the first time he's been intimate with another guy. He's dated many girls before and boasted about how many he's balled. But he just melted in my arms. It was beautiful. My insides still burn when I think of how I played with his huge, smooth balls and then crushed them while seeing my gorgeous cousin grimace in pain but obviously turned on by it. I often masturbate to thoughts of how I jerked off while grabbing his trapped testicles from between his buttcheeks. And how he screamed when I bore down on his left nut as I blew my jizz all over his ass.

After that incident he would intentionally flash his big balls at me knowing full well that it would earn him a punch or a slap in his cum-laden danglers. He'd be in pain for a while but he'd be back for more discipline in no time. This dude was rampant! He had a hard-on for most of the day as he simply invited me to attack his beautiful young boy balls. What turned me on the most was when he would intentionally drop something in front of me, then bend over to pick it up slowly, his tight ass pointing at me and that pendulous nutsac of his hanging so temptingly between his massive thighs. He KNEW I would grab his goodies and work them over good. He'd howl in agony but it was fucking obvious that it turned him on.

Sometimes I'd make him kneel in front of me and suck on my nipples while my feet played with his bobbing balls. Then I'd pull away and kick his balls in. The satisfying thud of my foot connecting with his big, firm testicles followed by the characteristic "ooof.." and him curling up on the floor nursing his tender bollocks was enough to make me leak pre-cum. I guess our sessions made us both so fucking horny we'd jerk off together. I never jerked off so much in my life! We'd be blowing our loads at least three times a day.

The scenario would usually be the same. After busting him around the house for some time, both of us would be fucking horny. Our erections always gave us away. We'd look at each other with incredible lust and desire then start making out. I'd usually dominate my older cousin. After a hot, sweaty session of passionate kissing, cuddling and necking, I'd torture his balls anyway I pleased. Knees, kicks, punches, slaps, squeezing. My fave has gotta be squeezing. I loved feeling his firm, massive orbs in my hands - giving him pleasure and terrible pain. I'd mash and knead them while I jerked off. We perfected our technique so that we'd cum together while I continued racking his juicy balls.

After squirting our hot loads, we'd cuddle a while before cleaning up. Then go about our "daily chores" until he begged to get busted again and we got horny again. Lol. It was a great time at his place and I was sad that I had to go home. He looked pretty down too.

"Darrel, let's keep in touch. We can meet up for more busting sessions," I assured him." He smiled and I swear I saw that bulge in his pants grow larger!