Craig was in a training simulation when it happened. Two teams of Starfleet cadets were conducting a simulated attack on each other. Everyone had their phasers set on a light stun setting -- not enough to make knock someone unconscious unless it was a headshot, but enough to cause real pain. Of course, the cadets were supposed to have their weapons deactivated and allow the computer to record hits, but they were in a rowdy mood, so they decided to up the stakes a little. Besides, phaser hits on this level were painful, but altogether harmless.
Craig’s team had been very successful so far. The battle was taking place in wooded terrain, and Craig was moving elegantly in and out of hiding, his lithe, muscular form moving effortlessly through the underbrush with a grace that belied his massive size. Craig was one of the finest, most promising cadets the Academy had ever seen. And at 21 years old, 6’2” in height, and a massive 350 pounds of pure Grade-AAA choice Academy beef, he was also one of the most enormously built young men ever to pass through the Academy’s training program.
The next shot woke Craig up in a hurry, for it was right to his tightly packed crotch. What’s more, the assailant had obviously turned the phaser power level up several notches, delivering a terrific pain to Craig’s huge genitals. It was a bad situation for him -- he could barely move at all because of the previous stun, and he was now having a powerful phaser beam mercilessly pound away at his defenseless nuts.
Finally, as Craig began to show signs of falling forward, the beam ceased. The attacker did not want to risk hitting Craig in the head, so he finally ceased his phaser assault. As Craig fell forward to his knees, and then over on the ground to his side, he could hear his assailant scurry away in the woods. Warm steam was blowing towards his face, and he knew from the feeling in his crotch that more than just his uniform had been burnt. The burn pain was insignificant, however, to the intensity of the beam that had assaulted his huge ‘nads. Craig cupped his battered balls with his hands, but could only let out a little moan. He was barely even functioning; all he could feel were his burned and wounded nuts.
Finally, the rest of his team discovered him. It was quite a sight. The muscular golden boy Craig was lying in the mud in his tight black uniform, desperately holding his crotch as steam was still rising through his fingers. A look of total agony was etched on his face. And of course, being the upstanding cadets that they were, his team all broke out in laughter, making the usual derogatory and taunting comments. Craig was totally humiliated.
Craig quickly recovered physically from the incident, but he never determined who was responsible. He wasn’t even entirely sure that it was a member of the opposing team who had so cruelly shot him in the nuts, but he didn’t want to think about members of his own team betraying him like that, not even for a painful prank. After a while, he just forgot about the incident, although he became notorious at the Academy for his “hot roast nuts” and he had to endure several taunting nicknames. He showed good humor at all the ribbing, and actually came to enjoy the attention that was paid to his massive genitals. The incident certainly hadn’t hurt his interactions with the ladies - or with the men - so in the end he decided that there was no real harm done.
Then one evening, several weeks later, Craig was doing some reading while alone in his room. Deciding to get comfortable, he wore only a pair of black, shiny silk bikini briefs as he was lying in bed, the thin material barely able to contain his prodigious endowment. Craig knew he was a stud boy, and enjoyed looking at himself in skimpy clothing … which was part of the reason why he ended up jerking off at least a few times every day. As he turned a page, his doorbell chimed. Contemplating his near-naked state, Craig asked, “Who is it?”
“Come in.” Dylan was a good friend of his, and so Craig didn’t particularly care about being nearly nude in from of him.
“Hey hot nuts.” Dylan had been on Craig’s team, and witnessed the after effects of the phasering of his friend’s huge nuts. Dylan was a handsome guy as well -- black hair, blue-green eyes, and an impressive musculature -- and the two men were known to frequently hang out as pals. Dylan dropped something by the door as he came in the room, but Craig couldn’t see what it was.
“Shut up,” Craig said with a smile, more than used to the teasing at this point.
“What is it, Dylan?”
Craig made faint, moaning sounds as he looked down at his bikini underwear. He started to grasp himself, but Dylan forced his massively muscled arms out of the way and kneed him again, even harder. This time, Craig fell back onto his bed. Only his back was on the bed, however, and his legs slumped down to the floor and spread out. He was starting to slide all of the way down … but Dylan wasn’t going to let that happen just yet.
“It’s OK. Don’t worry. There is more to come.” Dylan grabbed Craig’s heavy, limp body and placed him properly on the bed. Craig could only cough and gasp. “Let’s get these off of you,” Dylan said, indicating Craig’s skimpy underwear. From the way he handled them, Craig thought maybe Dylan had been talking about his balls … Dylan fiercely grabbed at Craig’s huge gonads as he pulled off the underwear, nearly pulling some other things off too.
Craig just barely managed to say in his deep baritone voice, “Stop! Oh God, please, Dylan! Stop!” His beautiful blue eyes pleaded with his friend. Then he went into another coughing fit as the pain in his crotch reminded him that he couldn’t talk.
“It is almost over. Just one more thing …” With that, Dylan moved back near the door to the room, where he had dropped the object he had entered with. “Do you know what this is?” he asked as he activated the device. “It is a Ferengi phaser whip. It fires high-energy plasma discharges at a target. It normally just stuns the victim a bit, but if I were to make direct contact on your body with this whip, the effects would be somewhat more … painful. ”
Craig watched in horror as Dylan flung the whip about a bit. It was producing a green-colored energy field, and appeared to be highly powerful. It looked much like an actual whip, accept for the phased energy it was producing. Dylan approached Craig on the bed. Craig’s crotch was already badly traumatized, and it froze the rest of his body in agony. As Dylan swung the whip at him, Craig gathered what was left of his strength and tried to roll a bit to one side …
No luck. Dylan simply changed the angle of the whip’s assault and landed a powerful shot directly on Craig’s exposed genitals. All of the energy of the powerful weapon was completely directed at those two huge orbs that made Craig a man, and he felt as if his giant gonads had exploded from the blow. His hips bucked and he began to spasm wildly.
Dylan struck again, and again, and again, high energy and force all directed at Craig’s awesome manhood, his gargantuan balls swinging and bouncing wildly with each devastating blow. Dylan watched in awe as Craig’s horse cock began to grow larger, swelling to greater and greater dimensions despite (or perhaps because of) the terrible agony in his colossal bull balls. In very little time, the stud’s huge cock had grown to its full, eye-popping 13+ inches, the thick shaft throbbing majestically, and with a constant stream of thick precum oozing from the apple-sized head. Dylan cranked up the whip to full power, and began to lay into Craig with greater intensity, truly battering the young cadet’s already brutalized nuts.
When Craig’s load finally ended, Dylan kicked with all his might into the still whip-bound balls, all but turning the gigantic orbs into a jellied pulpy mass of broken ball flesh. Another huge blast of cum was forced from his pulsing cock, landing squarely on the headboard behind Craig where it mingled with dozens of similar shots and slowly oozed down the smooth surface. The brutal pain finally knocked the young stud cadet unconscious, and his hips bucked so violently that he fell off of the bed onto the cum-soaked floor.
He couldn’t resist. He whipped out his own big cock and masturbated all over Craig. Dylan was so turned on that it only took a few seconds for him to blast his own huge load all over the ball busted muscle stud. He pulled his pants back up, and left the big guy unconscious on the floor in a pool of his own cum. He would be awakening in a few hours to the worst case of blue balls he had ever had, and the thought made Dylan smile. And as a side benefit of the Ferengi phaser whip, Craig would have no memory of the assault or who attacked him, only the brutal pounding ache in his enormous bull nuts to let him know he had once again had his huge baby makers beaten to within an inch of rupturing.
Dylan remembered that he had a training class with Craig where they were learning how to use the Klingon bat’telh sword. He walked out of the room and smiled as he thought of the possibilities...