Wednesday, December 25, 2013

A Navy Boy Loses His Balls - Original Version

Here is the original version of that Nathan story. In this version, the handsome Navy lad does not escape intact...




A Navy Boy Loses His Balls

Submission Date: 2005-01-10
By: Nathan


This story is erotic fiction, and is adult oriented. It deals with the forced castration of an unwilling adult male, and is fiction only.   In this tale, a navy boy goes out with a woman he should have avoided.  It should not be posted on sites where minors are likely to see it. The courtesy of a comment is appreciated. Comments can be sent directly to me, or posted on the message board on the EA where I will see them. Thanks. --Nathan


A Navy Boy Loses His Balls


I don't mind telling the story really, but before you judge me just understand he wanted it. Or at least, I think he did. I met him on line, and he revealed a lot to me in the months we chatted while he was at sea. I had his picture long before I met him, and I liked his red hair and the shortness of it. He had a strong, powerful body, perfect in some ways, although he was self-conscious about it and thought he had too many pimples and zits. I liked that though, because it made him look like a teenager, even though he was in his twenties and hot as shit.
My name's Jessica, and I love navy boys. Yeah...I just love their hot bods and the crisp white uniforms they wear. Jeffrey was hot as hell, and horny too, the way most navy boys are horny when they have been at sea. They put so many men on those ships that it is hard to even imagine it, and I've learned from our chats and our conversations that it's a frustrating life. Hell, from what he told me, it's even hard for them to find a place to jerk themselves. Jeffrey told me he does it in his "rack" as he called it, because there isn't' anywhere else really, and I can only imagine the smell of his jism as he shoots into his underpants and stifles his grunts with his pillow. He says the noises of the ship hide the rustle of the sheets, and if he's careful he can pump out his wad and nobody will know he's doing it. I don't know why, but I can visualize him, and the navy boys like him, stealing a jerk when they can as they serve their country.
Jeffrey, like most navy boys his age, has sex on the brain, for sure he does, and I can only imagine all of those young hot horny men floating on their ship and dreaming of women and their tits and the holes we carry between our legs. Yeah, according to Jeffrey, sex is all they talk about it seems. I know Jeffrey for sure had it on the brain, because all he would say to me was how horny he was and how much he wished he had a woman to fuck.
The funny thing was he was into a lot of things, and the CBT scene was one of them. He wanted to find a mistress, a woman in high heels and leather that would put him in his place and whip him hard. That's what he said anyway. I kidded him on line, about how I'd work over his balls if I ever got the chance. I promised him that I'd punish his cock too if it dared to get hard. Most guys would have run, and fast, but not him. No, he thought I was so damn sexy, and he seemed to just drool with my words and it was obvious that even the thought of a woman dominating him was enough to drive him crazy with desire. He wanted it, dreamed of it even, and no doubt, masturbated to the thought of it when he could find the chance.
When his ship camp back to port he stayed on it, living in his "rack" because he didn't have the money to live anywhere else. Somebody has to stay on board of course, and while he could get off of the boat during the day, and over the weekends, still most nights he was there. He had a laptop computer, and he was on almost every night. Soon we got to be friends, internet friends, the horny sailor boy and the woman who he wanted.
When I first met Jeffrey he was a virgin, or said he was. He told me he had dated girls in high school, but had been too shy to get very far. I taught him a lot, and gave him confidence too, and he started asking for advice on what to say and how to say it. I gave it freely, telling him what girls want to hear, and then, well, out of the blue one day he surprises me and tells me he got laid.
He was in port and I had built up his confidence enough that he didn't run when a girl showed an interest in him, and he got up the nerve then to purchase a hotel room and finally lose his cherry. He told me all about it, thinking I would be happy for him, but I wasn't, and yet I never let him know it. Instead, it was then, as I listened to him tell me about how he had done what I had said and ended up with his hard cock inside of her pants, that I decided to seek him out. Of course, my plan was simple, and he never suspected anything. I wanted to feel his cock, just like she had, and to feel that sailor boy as he fucked me. But after that, after I had felt him and had enjoyed him, then I planned to take his balls and leave him with nothing.
He changed after he fucked his first girl. Suddenly, he knew what he wanted, and his cock seemed to think for him. He kept pestering me, to come and see him, to let him fuck me too and to spend a night together. I kidded him back, about how he needed to be tied up, and to have his "balls spanked." I told him I would spank his balls with a wooden spoon if I ever did see him, and that excited him to no end and he was begging me to come and do it.
Out of the blue one day he asked me to read a story on the internet, which was posted to a site known as the Eunuch Archive. I had never seen anything like it before, and there were certainly a lot of stories there, by a lot of different people. But what was interesting to me about the site was Jeffrey's interest in it, and after he pointed it out to me and asked my opinion I had the thought that he subconsciously at least, really wanted to lose his balls, as long as it was a woman who was taking them.
He had this fascination with one story in particular, written by a guy named Nathan, and it was titled "Banded by Two Women." I read it with interest, because Jeffrey liked it so much, and that got my mind going and after that I wanted to meet him. I of course had never really castrated a man, not for real anyway. But I had sure fantasized about it, because while I like men, and like seeing their dicks stiff and eager, for some reason after I've let them fuck me I always want to unman them. I suppose its because I was brought up to think about sex as being dirty, or wrong, so I guess it all grew out of that. For whatever reason, I always felt this need to punish the boy after he had fucked me, but of course it was just a fantasy and nothing more.
Jeffrey liked to go to Kinkos and use their computer, because the service was faster and he had a webcam there he could use. Our chats grew more intense then, and finally I decided to go forward and to meet him for real. I made up a story that I just happened to be coming to the city near him. He didn't have a car, or own one, but that didn’t matter and for my purposes it made things simpler. With a little prodding he purchased a hotel room, and I told him that I'd meet him there when I could "get free." I told him to be in his uniform, the white one, and to be ready for a fuck he'd never forget. Of course, there are lots of ways to fuck a man. Lots of ways. He just had no idea.
I'll never forget that night. Not as long as I live I won't. I was so damn horny, as was he, and when I knocked on the door and he opened it he reminded me of an adolescent school boy. I had dressed up in the high leather boots and in a short skirt, with a halter top and a little flogging whip for effect. His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw me, and he was so damn cute. He looked especially hot in his white sailor outfit, which he was wearing with these spit shined boots. I loved the boots, especially, and the way his white uniform looked so spiffy and clean. He liked my outfit as much as I liked his. He stared at my tits and I could see the bulge in his pants and right away it was obvious he was anxious to get me in the sack. I put him off though, and played with him a while, toying with him and putting him down when he tried to move too fast. Of course, I had all night, and I wanted to feel him fuck me first, before I nutted him, so I was letting things progress and move toward where I wanted them to go.
But still, I played the role he wanted and soon I had him down on his knees licking my boots, and then up on the edge of the bed with me running my hand down his chest, and then, THERE, between his legs over the white pants. I made him sit there, not moving, while I felt his body and gently let my fingers dance over his crotch. He was stiff in his uniform pants, and eager too, and yet his moves were awkward the way they are on a young man who lacks experience. He wasn’t confident, that much was obvious, and yet his need was there and his desire was intense. Still, he was easy to play with and to put off, because he didn't know what to say and so he was figuring it out as he was doing it. He was drooling as he stared at me, reaching out for my tits which I wiggled and let him view. I just let him have the view, but not touch anything. I wanted him in a frenzy, so I held him off for a while. God he was so damn horny!
Finally, I slid off his white navy pants, and his cock pushed up on his base exchange under shorts, eager, thick, the end wet with his desire. I slid down his underwear too, and as his cock popped up, eager, bouncing to his heartbeat, I took it into my mouth and let my lips slide down his pole. Jeffrey tossed his head back then and moaned, his eyes staring at the ceiling as he felt a woman's lips on his pole. He gasped, and then, looking at me, he said "Oh...don't....oh GOD. Stop....stop or I'll CUM!"
I hadn't sucked him thirty seconds. Still, I felt his jism then, just oozing up and out of his cock as he lost his control and shot his wad. His big dick pulsated in my mouth, his cream flowing up and out of his pole, pumping out of it really, and he grunting with wide open eyes as he experienced his orgasm. His wad didn't spurt out like it does on most guys I've sucked, but still it was a thick wad and he had plenty of cream. He hadn't lasted a minute, and he knew it was way too quick. Of course, like a teenager in heat, he was just so damn horny, and the very thought, much less the reality of being with a woman, was just way too much for him.
After he shot his load he apologized, and sat there, breathing hard and realizing of course that something was expected of him. He sat up and started kissing me then, working on my tits, one after the other. I fondled his spent pole, which softened further in my fingers, and I let him lay me down, on the hotel bed, and lick my tits. He had no experience, and while he did his best simply put he wasn't that good with his technique, and it was obvious he didn't have much of an idea of what he was supposed to do. Still, he sucked on my tits, and ran his tongue around in circles there, and that at least felt good and I let him do it.
He sucked me for a while, as I held his spent slimy pole, feeling it in my hands, and as I did after a while he grew thicker and soon was hard once again. That's one of the things I like about navy boys, how hard they can get and how often they can that way. He was no exception. I liked his cock, with his red pubic hair, and as I felt his pole growing in my fist and let my fingers work themselves over the delicate skin of it he seemed to grow even stiffer.
Soon, he was completely hard, all over again, and when he sensed that he moved to place himself up between my legs. I was ready for the sailor boy, and I wanted his dick now. So, I let him slide down my panties, and when he saw my shaved snatch he gasped, and his eyes went wide and I could literally see him mentally feasting on the view. God he wanted my pussy then! I decided to let him have his fuck, because I too wanted it at that point, and yet while I was lying there with my legs apart and my hole opened to him I knew I was going to nut him when he was done. He had no idea of course, and it was obvious all he was thinking about was getting his rod into my hole. But the funny thing was he didn't know what to do.
It was obvious at that point that whoever the girl was that he had fucked before, she must have guided in his rod and set him in place. This time, I didn't help him, and so he was there, kissing me, on his hands and knees and with his cock eager and stiff and jutting up between my legs. He pushed it forward but was way too high, and so he stabbed me high and I wanted to laugh.
He pulled back and tried again, and he kissed my right nipple then and rocked forward trying once again to find my hole. He missed a second time. Then he made several thrust attempts, but each of them missed my hole and I could see him frustrated and embarrassed as he tried to start his fuck. Finally, he looked down then and using his right hand he guided his dick into my hole, and as he slid inside he grunted and then he said "Oh....OHHHH GOD YOU FEEL SO GOOD!"
As cocks go his wasn’t anything special, although I said "You are so big sailor boy!" just to make him feel good. He grinned as I said it. I don't know why that is, but all guys seem to like when a girl tells them they have a big dick. He started making his thrusts then, and they were just straight in and out motions, his hips rocking up and down as he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my pussy. In and out. In and out. For a guy in his twenties he thrust like an amateur. He really did fuck like an inexperienced teenager, just doing it, making his thrusting and enjoying his own feeling, not knowing any better and not knowing what to do differently.
I think he would have ejaculated quickly the way he was thrusting except for the wad he had just finished shooting only a few minutes before. Thankfully, his cock held off and I got to feel his pole for a while, which was good, but even so it was obvious the feeling was way beyond anything he was used to and I knew he wouldn’t last too long. Yeah, there are some things a girl can just tell, and I knew right away he'd never hold out for me, so I slipped my own hand down there and started to massage my clitoris to gain something out of his fuck session before he satisfied himself.
Yeah, he fucked like an amateur. But, even so, I managed to get the feeling to build anyway, until finally I felt the waves of my own orgasm begin, and then as they coursed through my body the boy gasp and shuddered and then he too started to ejaculate his jism. He grunted loudly when his cock started to expel his second load of cream, and as he unloaded his spunk into my pussy his eyes were closed and he bit his lip. His navy balls were big, and full, and even though I had swallowed a load from him only a few minutes before, he still pumped out a shitload of goo and it flowed out around his cock and made a wet spot on the sheets between our legs. Then, he was done.
He got up and went to the bathroom, and I lay on the bed and listened to him piss. It took a little bit before he was able to urinate, but eventually he pissed in the toilet and emptied his bladder. He came back to the edge of the bed, and threw his shirt on, and as he reached for his underwear I stopped him. I don't know why it is, why a man will have his fuck and then want to leave, but I had no intention of ending things right yet and so I pulled him to me and kissed him deep.
Jeffrey hadn't expected that, but he was satisfied, and his brain wasn't on fucking at this point. Still, he wasn't sure what to do, and so he held me, and I slid my tongue deep down his throat and he gasped as I was doing it. He pulled away, and looked at me, and then he asked if I wanted to go out and get something to eat. For an answer, I pushed him over on his back, and stood up, and went to the bag that I had brought but had yet left unopened. I pulled on my halter, and then my short skirt again, and then I reached into the bag and lifted out the handcuffs.
He saw them and grinned. Then he said "Ah....I...I don't know Jessica. Perhaps we ought to do that some other time."
I looked at the sailor boy, and then I let my face grow serious. I held up the cuffs, and said "No Jeffrey....you've been a bad boy, and I need to spank your balls. I promised you a ball spanking, and you are going to get one. Do you understand me sailor?"
He looked at me, and I could see a sparkle in his eyes. His cock was laying flat on his belly, totally spent and all fucked out, and yet as he looked at me it stirred, and moved slightly on his belly. Then he said "Yeah.....I...I guess so. But...."
I interrupted him then, and said "You're response to me sailor, is YES MAM. NOTHING ELSE. YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD....TRY AGAIN BOY. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SAILOR?"
He swallowed, and his military training kicked in. He answered me then, "Yes...YES MAM!"
I came to him, and slid one of the handcuffs over his left wrist, snapping it in place. Then I moved his hand to the hotel headboard, and slipped it around one of the wooden posts there. Bringing his other wrist up to the cuffs, I locked it in place, securing him to the corner post of the bed, his arms stretched up high over his head. I then got up and went back to my bag, where I had the rope stashed. When he saw it his eyes got big, and he grinned from the excitement of having a woman tie him in place.
He never fought me and never even tried to get away. Instead, his dick moved some more, and it started to thicken as I made the knots and pulled his feet wide apart one after the other. Soon I had him, his feet spread and his two arms up and over his head, cuffed together at the wrists and he now totally helpless. He had no idea of course where things were going, but I had that familiar feeling of wanting to take his balls after he had had his fuck. In the past it had always just been a fantasy. This time however, I was planning to make it real.
I got the spoon next, and lay down then beside him and started to tap it gently against his balls. He was staring at me doing that, smack-smack-smacking his scrotum, and as I did he started to squirm and as the feeling registered, he bucked his hips and jerked against the ties. Even so, he was enjoying it, and after a few minutes I popped it a little bit harder along his soft cock. Balls...then cock. Balls and cock. RAP RAP RAP RAP. His cock stiffened, and it grew eager then. Very eager. Soon, his cock was lifting off of his belly, thick and eager and anxious. You would never have known he had just shot a wad. Like a typical navy boy's cock, soon it was anxious for another fuck.
I laid the spoon against his balls and increased the rapidity of my slapping, and soon I was beating his bag with that spoon hit after hit after hit. It didn't take long. Suddenly, he bucked his hips and pulled hard against the restraints, and then he said "Whoa!!!!! Hey....Oh...ouch! HEY....NOT SO HARD!!!!! SHIT MAN....BE CAREFUL JESSICA..... THAT HURTS!"
I laughed. Then I smacked his balls harder, and as I did he bucked his hips, and then he started getting mad. He didn't like it....not at all, and suddenly the fantasy of having his balls worked over by a dominating woman was contrasting with the reality of having it happen. As he struggled and his eyes with wide I laughed even louder, and I felt this warmth then between my legs and I knew at that point my juices were really flowing. I had him, and he was mine!
In spite of his protests I worked on his nuts for a long while, until he started yelling really loudly, and when he did that I had to stop before he brought unwanted company. I sure didn't want to attract anyone, so I went back to my bag and pulled out the gag. My gag was one of those ball gags, the kind you slip over a person's head and slide the rubber ball in place. It's very effective, and it can't be spit out. I put the ball gag on the navy man, and when I did his eyes were wide and I think it was then that he started to get scared. Once I had gagged him, I went back and started up with the spoon again, smacking his balls really hard then, much harder than before. Boy he grunted and squirmed! I knew then I was really hurting him, as I was really smacking his nuts hard. Very hard. Still, all he could do was to buck and grunt and scream. He squirmed and pulled against his restraints, and his eyes were begging as he struggled and hollered into his gag. He might have hated what I was doing to him, but his dick was hard, and it stayed that way.
I thought he might pass out, and so I stopped and got my flogger, along with a plastic bag that I had filled with a few fingers of ginger root. You can buy the ginger at any oriental food store, and there is nothing like a big thick piece of fresh ginger to get a man going. I pulled out one of the thick pieces, about the width of my thumb, and I had cut a notch in it the night before so it was ready to go. I took the big piece of root and set it up, between his legs, and then as he grunted and shook his head I pushed it into his rectum, stuffing his ass with the piece of root and pushing it in far enough that it hit the notch I had cut in it. That kept it in place, deep in his rectum, and as the sailor boy experienced his first "figging" I laughed and laughed and laughed.
In less than twenty seconds the burning and itching began, and his eyes went wide open then as his asshole began to feel the fire. They say it is the most intense feeling on earth, and while I don't know really I do know this. He bucked his hips and struggled like a madman, pulling against his ropes and fighting with every muscle in his body. I could see the piece of ginger root moving as his hole quivered and turned red around it. I could tell too that his asshole must have felt like it was on fire, and he was bucking his hips and grunting so hard that I thought he would break his bonds. I had to grin, as I watched that piece of ginger root attack his hole with a vengeance. What I especially liked about it was that I didn't have to do anything but just watch it work and watch him struggle. Yeah, I just watched him struggle and buck and jerk as his hole pulsated and quivered as he fought to expel it. His eyes were wide open, and yet his cock jutted upward, growing up out of his red curls of pubic hair even harder than before, so stiff and eager than it was amazing to see. Soon, a bead of precum anointed the tip of it.
I took up the flogger then, and worked it over his rock hard dick, and then over his left nut, and then the right nut, making sure I really flogged them well. He screamed the entire time, but his gag held most of it, and what made it out into the room the tv covered. I had a good porn station going by then, with lots of grunting and fucking from the television, and as he stared at the images and watched me working that little flogger over his nuts and dick I could see him going crazy. It was obvious this wasn’t what had been on his mind. Well, realty is like that, and as far as I was concerned if the sailor boy was stupid enough to let me tie him up, then he deserved to have happen whatever happened to him.
When I didn't think he could take any more whipping on his dick, I paused his whipping and got my scissors and clipped his pubic hair. I wanted it, as a souvenir, and I didn't figure that once I had taken his balls it would be appropriate for him to have at any more. Sexless boys don't have pubic hair, and like it or not that was where he was heading. So, I took it. I didn't shave him exactly, as I didn't want the mess, but I clipped him close and bagged his hair. When I got down to where there was only about a half inch left, I went to my bag and came back with the tape. I used duct tape, as it is easy to buy and it is quite effective. Using it, I taped up his groin and then, with a jerk, I pulled out his hair. He didn't like that! I taped and pulled it off him again and again, until his groin was completely bald, and after that he looked like a ten year old. Of course, his cock was hard and stiff and big, a man's cock, and as it jutted up from his bald mound it looked ridiculous.
He was going crazy at that point, and his eyes were begging me. He had really jerked and struggled when I stole his pubic hair, and perhaps it was the thought that his navy buds might see him in the showers. Of course, when I got done with him that wouldn't be much of a worry, but right now I could tell something was on his mind and with the root still working in his ass and his bald cock jutting up from his pube-less crotch he wasn’t too happy with me.
Finally, it was time. I picked up his black navy boots, the ones that were spit shined and looked so hot when he was wearing them. I took out the long nylon laces, and then brought the two strings over to his balls that were waiting for them. He had no idea of course, none, and when I took that first lace and made a small loop in the end of it I could see his look of trepidation. I pulled the end of it through the little loop, making a lasso of sorts, and then I pulled down his bag and slipped the loop over it, until it was high up his scrotum and next to the place where it hung from his body.
God his eyes were wide with fear! I smiled, and then I jerked that string so hard that he grunted, and as I did the little loop closed tight, strangling the top of his scrotum and trapping his balls in the bottom of his bag. He bucked his hips and screamed, and then he was going crazy, feeling a woman noosing off his nuts and he powerless to stop her. I was grinning of course, feeling the power as I began his unmanning, watching his stiff cock jut and bounce as I tied up his bag.
I then pulled out on the string, stretching the black bootlace as hard as I could, pulling it tight as I wrapped it around his balls. I wrapped that lace around and around the top of his sac, keeping it as tight as I possibly could, and making sure that I cinched down his scrotum as I was doing so. His balls turned dark as I was doing that, and it was obvious from the color of them that they weren't getting the blood supply they were used to. He screamed and fought as I tied his balls, and yet he was powerless to do anything but live through having it done to him.
Finally, I tied the end. Then, I picked up the other lace, and showed it to him. He was staring at it, and that's when I said "Don't fret Jeffrey. It's just a bootlace. Of course, I'm going to use it to noose off your balls, to make sure they are really tied well, but then you already know that. Remember sailor boy, you are the one that told me your fantasy, and all I'm doing is making it come true."
He shook his head, and jerked on the restraints so hard that the bed wiggled. I made another slip knot, and set it up and over his balls, about a half inch below the first one I had tied. I jerked the end tight, and he grunted all over again, and then as I wrapped it around his scrotum again and again he slammed his head back into the pillow, totally frustrated at his inability to stop what was being done to him. God he was so frustrated! Of course, he was powerless really to do anything but just lay there with his legs apart and feel me noosing his balls. He was scared, and yet, even so, his dick jutted up, rock hard, the sailor's cock totally eager for his fantasy, even if he himself no longer wanted it.
Soon I had his bag doubled tied, and his big nuts were trapped in his sack, dying there, and it was obvious they hurt like hell. I have no idea what it feels like to have balls, much less to have them strangled, but from his expression and struggles it must not be a very pleasant feeling. He sure fought hard at any rate! Still, I could feel his jism seeping out from between my legs, and more than anything that made me want to continue. I wanted to nut him! I wanted to! And as I went and picked up my knife, I was feeling so hot it's hard to describe.
He stared at me, and then, on a whim, I decided to castrate the sailor as I was riding his dick. I think I just wanted to feel his cock in my pussy one more time, and perhaps it was just the way it was so thick and dripping that made me want it so bad. The entire end of it was purple, flared wide, and he was as hard as any man I've ever seen. I showed him the knife, and he screamed into his gag. Then I climbed up on the bed, and slipping off my skirt and panties, I straddled him and then slowly, very slowly, I lowered myself down onto his pole, until I felt his eager rod slide into my pussy until I was up against his balls.
I was facing him as I did that, and so I could see his expression as I felt his rod pulsating and quivering inside of me. I rode him, up and down, up and down, moving the muscles in my vagina until I was pulling on his cock as I fucked him. He was staring at me as I was doing that, me feeling his cock and him feeling my pussy, and as I rode his pole he grimaced, probably because his nuts were hurting as I moved against them.
Finally, I worked my way up and off of his rod, and then, turning around, I set back down on it again. Facing away from him, I could look down between my legs and see his cock disappearing inside of my pussy. There was no hair to interfere with the view, and I liked the picture of it and I slid up and down and watched it for quite a while. Up and down, faster and faster, I fucked his hairless pole and felt it growing even larger as I did. Suddenly, he grunted really loudly, and then I felt him cumming, and then I was too, the two of us, he and I, each enjoying our own orgasm as we came together. Of course, for me it was one of many more to come, while for him, it was his last and final load of sperm before I finished his castration.
I let him grunt out his sperm as I enjoyed my own feelings of ecstasy. As I finished living the best feeling in the world, I reached down with the blade, and set it between the two ties, and then, slowly, I began to move the knife and saw the skin there, that was all bunched up between his shoelaces. He screamed and went crazy then, bucking his hips wildly. He bucked so hard he was literally slamming his still hard rod up and deep into my pussy, screaming as I castrated him. So, in a very real way I cut off his balls as he fucked me hard, and as I was doing that I felt the feeling and came all over again. My orgasm then was the most intense one of my life, even more intense than the one I just had had. I felt it and screamed as I came. Even so, I never stopped moving my hand, slicing with the knife, and so as I was cumming and he was slamming his hips up and down in his desperation, my pussy swallowed his moving dick and I lived the feeling of ecstasy. As that was all happening I finished the deed and sliced off his balls.
I dropped his bag of stones on his belly, and let them quiver there. I got up off of him then and slid back on my panties and skirt, and then I gathered my things and put them back in my bag. He was staring there, at his belly, and his severed scrotum that was sitting there. His cock went flaccid almost immediately, and it lay spent and shrank after that and was soon just a stub of a rod, a wilted noodle of a dick and nothing to look at. The end of it still glistened though where he had fucked me, and yet now, without balls to feed it, it didn't look impressive and there was little doubt it that it would never be the same again.
He looked totally defeated, and I think he knew it was over for him. He stared at his nuts, and I noticed then that they were quivering in their sac, almost as if they were trying to stay alive even as they were dying. It made me laugh. I picked up his bag, and walked to the bathroom, which was across from the bed, and there, as he watched me, I tossed his severed scrotum in the toilet. He stared in disbelief perhaps, and as he watched I winked at him, and then, with him still watching, I flushed the commode and flushed his manhood into the sewer.
I came back to the bed then, and then I said "I'm leaving you now sailor boy. The maid will be in this afternoon, sometime, and when she comes in I'm sure it will be interesting."
Then, looking at the television, where the porn movie was still playing, I watched as the man on the screen was busy fucking a beautiful woman. I stared at the big cock on the screen and watched the porn stars big balls slapping up against her pussy. As I looked at that, I said "In the meantime, enjoy the movie."
I walked out of the room then, and his life, and then I just drove back home and called up my boyfriend. For some reason, I was horny all over again.


Sunday, December 22, 2013

A Navy Boy Almost Loses His Balls

Nathan is a prolific writer who has posted a TON of awesome stories to the eunuch.org website. I love his work, but I've only rewritten a couple of his stories as all of his stories end in the annihilation of a stud's genitals and it's sometimes impossible to find a way to rewrite the story to change that ending! LOL!

In this story, a young and horny Navy seaman hooks up with the woman of his dreams, looking to finally lose his virginity, but ends up nearly losing a whole lot more than just his cherry. Enjoy!




A Navy Boy ALMOST Loses His Balls

Based on an original story by Nathan

In this tale, a Navy boy goes out with a woman he should have avoided. 

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I don't mind telling the story really, but before you judge me, just understand that he wanted it. Or at least, I think he did. 

I met him online, and he revealed a lot to me in the months we chatted while he was at sea. I had his picture long before I met him, and I liked the shortness of his crew-cut blond hair and the way it made his handsome face look even more masculine. He had a strong, powerful, and very, very muscular body, particularly for a young man of only 20 years of age. His build was enormously muscular, but also lean in that way that usually only young men can attain. He was perfect, although he was surprisingly self-conscious about his body and his looks. I liked that, though, because it made him seem that much more young and innocent, even though he was every bit a man and hot as shit. 

My name's Jessica, and I love navy boys. Yeah...I just love their hot bods and the crisp white uniforms they wear. Jeffrey was hot as hell, one of the hottest young men I had ever seen. And he was horny, too, the way most navy boys are horny when they have been at sea. They put so many men on those ships that it is hard to even imagine it, and I've learned from our chats and our conversations that it's a frustrating life. Hell, from what he told me, it's even hard for them to find a place alone to jerk themselves off. Jeffrey told me he does it in his "rack" as he called it, because there isn't anywhere else really, and I can only imagine the smell of his jism as he shoots into his underpants and stifles his grunts with his pillow. He says the noises of the ship hide the rustle of the sheets, and if he's careful he can pump out his wad and nobody will know he's doing it. I don't know why, but I can visualize him, and the navy boys like him, stealing a jerk when they can as they serve their country. 

Jeffrey, like most navy boys his age, has sex on the brain, for sure he does, and I can only imagine all of those young hot horny men floating on their ship and dreaming of women and their tits and the holes we carry between our legs. Yeah, according to Jeffrey, sex is all they talk about it seems. I know Jeffrey for sure had it on the brain, because all he would say to me was how horny he was and how much he wished he had a woman to fuck. 

The funny thing was he was into a lot of kinky things, and the CBT scene was one of them. He wanted to find a mistress, a woman in high heels and leather that would put him in his place and whip him hard. That's what he said anyway. I kidded him online, about how I'd work over his balls if I ever got the chance. I promised him that I'd punish his cock too if it dared too get hard. Most guys would have run, and fast, but not him. No, he thought I was so damn sexy, and he seemed to just drool with my words and it was obvious that even the thought of a woman dominating him was enough to drive him crazy with desire. He wanted it, dreamed of it even, and no doubt masturbated to the thought of it when he could find the chance. 

When his ship camp back to port he stayed on it, living in his "rack" because he didn't have the money to live anywhere else. Somebody has to stay on board of course, and while he could get off of the boat during the day, and sometimes over the night on weekends, still most nights he was there. He had a laptop computer, and he was on almost every night. Soon we got to be friends, internet friends, the horny sailor boy and the woman who he wanted. 

When I first met Jeffrey he was a virgin, or at least he said he was. That seemed really hard to believe at first, considering how handsome and spectacularly built he was, but over time I came to believe him and still do. He told me he had dated girls in high school, but had been too shy to get very far. I taught him a lot online, and gave him confidence too, and he started asking for advice on what to say and how to say it. I gave it freely, telling him what girls want to hear, and then, well, out of the blue one day he surprises me and tells me he got laid. 

He was in port and I had built up his confidence enough that he didn't run when a girl showed an interest in him, and he got up the nerve then to purchase a hotel room and finally lose his cherry. He told me all about it, thinking I would be happy for him, but I wasn't, and yet I never let him know it. Instead, it was then, as I listened to him tell me about how he had done what I had said and ended up with his hard cock inside of her pants, that I decided to seek him out. Of course, my plan was simple, and he never suspected anything. I wanted to feel his cock, just like she had, and to feel that sailor boy as he fucked me. But after that, after I had felt him and had enjoyed him, then I planned to take his balls and leave him with nothing. 

He changed after he fucked his first girl. Suddenly, he knew what he wanted, and his cock seemed to think for him. He kept pestering me, to come and see him, to let him fuck me too and to spend a night together. I kidded him back, about how he needed to be tied up, and to have his "balls spanked." I told him I would spank his balls with a wooden spoon if I ever did see him, and that excited him to no end and he was begging me to come and do it. 

Out of the blue one day he asked me to read a story on the internet, which was posted to a site known as the Eunuch Archive. I had never seen anything like it before, and there were certainly a lot of stories there, by a lot of different people. But what was interesting to me about the site was Jeffrey's interest in it, and after he pointed it out to me and asked my opinion, I had the thought that he (subconsciously at least) really wanted to lose his balls, as long as it was a woman who was taking them. 

He had this fascination with one story in particular, written by a guy named Nathan, and it was titled "Banded by Two Women." I read it with interest because Jeffrey liked it so much, and that got my mind going. After that, I definitely wanted to meet him. I had never actually castrated a man, of course, not for real anyway. But I had sure fantasized about it, because while I like men, and like seeing their dicks stiff and eager, for some reason after I've let them fuck me I always want to unman them. I suppose it’s because I was brought up to think about sex as being dirty, or wrong, so I guess it all grew out of that. For whatever reason, I always felt this need to punish the boy after he had fucked me, but of course it was just a fantasy and nothing more. At least until Jeffrey. 

Our chats grew more and more intense, and finally I decided to go and meet him for real. I made up a story that I just happened to be coming to the city near him. He didn't have a car, but that didn’t matter and for my purposes it made things simpler. With a little prodding he purchased a hotel room, and I told him that I'd meet him there when I could "get free." I told him to be in his uniform, the white one, and to be ready for a fuck he'd never forget. Of course, there are lots of ways to fuck a man...or fuck up a man. Lots of ways. He just had no idea. 

I'll never forget that night. Not as long as I live I won't. I was so damn horny, as was he, and when I knocked on the door and he opened it he reminded me of an adolescent schoolboy, despite the manly physique that was only accentuated by his uniform. I had dressed up in high leather boots and a short skirt, with a halter top and a little flogging whip for effect. 

His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw me, and he was so damn cute. He looked especially hot in his white sailor outfit, which he was wearing with these spit shined boots. I loved the boots, especially, and the way his white uniform looked so spiffy and clean. He liked my outfit as much as I liked his. He stared at my tits and I could see the bulge in his pants, and right away it was obvious he was anxious to get me in the sack. I put him off, though, and played with him a while, toying with him and putting him down when he tried to move too fast. Of course, I had all night, and I wanted to feel him fuck me first before I nutted him, so I was letting things progress and move toward where I wanted them to go. 

But still, I played the role he wanted and soon I had him down on his knees licking my boots, and then up on the edge of the bed with me running my hand down his muscular chest, his tight abs that formed a washboard that I could feel even through his uniform, and then, THERE, between his legs over the white pants. I made him sit there, not moving, while I felt his body and gently let my fingers dance over his crotch. Man, but he had a huge lump in his pants, and I wondered just how big this navy boy was. He was stiff in his uniform pants, and eager too, and yet his moves were awkward the way they are on a young man who lacks experience. He wasn’t confident, that much was obvious, and yet his need was there and his desire was intense. Still, he was easy to play with and to put off, because he didn't know what to say and so he was figuring it out as he was doing it. He was drooling as he stared at me, reaching out for my tits, which I wiggled and let him view. I just let him have the view, but not touch anything. I wanted him in a frenzy, so I held him off for a while. God he was so damn horny! 

I took off Jeffrey’s sailor hat, then unbuttoned his uniform and dress shirt, revealing the creamy expanse of his huge, muscular pecs, which were even bigger than in the photos he had sent me. Turns out he’d been working out and putting on even more weight. Oh yes, my navy boy was definitely a man. I drew his shirt off of him, revealing his big shoulders and powerful arms. Next, I unlaced and removed his shiny black boots and his socks, revealing his huge muscular feet. Damn, but he had big feet! If he was a puppy, I’d say he still had some growing to do. And you know what they say about big feet… 

Finally, I unbuckled and slid off his white navy pants, revealing his overstuffed underwear. I must have gasped aloud in wonder at the size of his cock, clearly outlined in his shorts as it arched, thick and very beefy, all the way to his left hip. The shorts near the end of his humongous cock were wet with his desire, and the boy was clearly very eager. The bottom of his underwear pouch strained to contain the two largest testicles I had ever seen on a man. Each massive nut had to be larger than a tennis ball, and looked more like a large ripe apple, or perhaps the largest of lemons. Oh yeah, I had struck the jackpot here – Jeffrey was all man, and then some! 

I slid down his underwear, and as his cock popped up, eager, bouncing to his heartbeat. Christ, but Jeffrey’s dick has to be every bit of 12 inches long, maybe even longer, and was fatter than a beer can! His balls were released next, and they were gorgeous, two enormous, fist-sized orbs that hung extremely low in their hairy sac, full and ripe and ready for the plucking. 

Precum burped out of the tip of Jeffrey’s huge, uncut cock, bringing my attention back up to his horse cock. As I grasped the base of his tumescent cock (my fingers nowhere near able to get all the way around the thick shaft), I stuck out my tongue and lapped up his pearly goo. Jeffrey’s whole muscular body shuddered at the electric touch. Smiling, I took his massive cock head into my mouth and let my lips slide down his pole. Jeffrey tossed his handsome blond head back and moaned, his eyes staring at the ceiling as he felt a woman's lips on his pole for the very first time. He gasped, and then, looking at me, he said "Oh... don't.... oh GOD! Stop... stop or I'll CUM!!!" 

I hadn't sucked him thirty seconds before he lost control and shot his wad. His big dick pulsated in my mouth, swelling to even greater dimensions before belching out the biggest damn load I had ever taken in my life. Massive wads just blasted out of his huge pole, filling my throat until I began to gag. As Jeffrey pumped out his massive load, he grunted like some animal, his eyes wide and glazed as he experienced his orgasm. I struggled to choke down his entire load, but his gigantic balls were simply pumping out too much of the stuff, and a large quantity of his spunk oozed out from between my lips and down the length of his pole, coating his balls and my hand with his excess goo. I quickly lost track of how many blasts he shot down my throat, but it was more than a lot – it was a super human load. He may have only lasted 30 seconds before he came, but he must have cum for close to two minutes! 

Jeffrey knew he had cum way too quick, and he reddened with embarrassment. Of course, like a teenager in heat, he was just so damn horny, and the very thought, much less the reality, of being with a woman was just way too much for him. 

After he shot his load, he apologized and just sat there, breathing hard and realizing of course that something was expected of him. He sat up and started kissing me then, working on my tits, one after the other. I fondled his spent pole, which I noticed hadn’t softened in the slightest. Like many young men, Jeffrey was such a horn dog that he was ready to go again almost immediately. I smiled, knowing all the things I had in store for him. 

I let him lay me down on the hotel bed and lick my tits. He may have had no experience, but his eagerness made up for what he perhaps didn’t have in technique, and I helped guide him in the things he didn’t know what to do. He sucked on my tits, and ran his tongue around in circles there, and I arched my back and moaned in pleasure. When he began to nibble at my erect nipples, and then bite harder, that really got me going. 

He sucked me for quite a while, eager to bring me pleasure. As I held his slimy, goo-covered pole with both hands, I began to gently stroke it up and down, caressing his huge member and hoping to start building him to another orgasm. That's one of the things I like about navy boys, how hard they can get and how long they can stay that way. Jeffrey was no exception. I loved his monstrous cock, with his dark blond pubic hair, and as I felt his pole pulsing in my fist and let my fingers work themselves over the delicate skin of it, he seemed to grow even stiffer. 

Then, to my surprise, Jeffrey began to moan louder and harder, his cries muffled by the flesh of my breast, and I realized that in just a few minutes of jacking his cock, he was going to unload with his second orgasm. MAN, this boy must have been saving up his spunk for weeks to be able to shoot so soon after his first orgasm. As the first blast hit, Jeffrey bit down hard into my nipple, and I screamed in ecstasy. 

Jeffrey was on his hands and knees on the bed, straddling my prone body, and so his first blast struck me in the belly and the underside of my tits. I thought for a moment that he was peeing on me, for I was lashed with a long rope of scalding hot liquid that seemed to be far too voluminous for a slug of cum. The first blast was followed by another, and another and another and another, as his second orgasm thundered out of his mighty prick. Despite his frenzied moaning, Jeffrey did not let up his pace, and like a good boy continued pleasuring me throughout our mutual orgasm, driving me to greater and greater heights. 

After an eternity of several minutes, we both began to ratchet down from our mighty orgasms. I could still feel large globs of spunk being deposited on my already cum-soaked thigh as the dregs of his huge load burped out of his rock hard stud cock. Jeffrey lifted his face off of my breast, and I could see that my entire body, from my tits down to my knees, was covered in Jeffrey’s spunk, as was the young man’s own belly, chest, neck, and underside of his powerful chin and jaw. And judging by the wetness surrounding me on either side of the bed, I was willing to wager that the hotel would have to throw out the mattress. This young man was a sex GOD! 

And STILL he was completely hard, his huge crowbar of a cock not softening in the slightest even after his second orgasm. Jeffrey was clearly still horny and very eager, and I watched with raging desire as he moved to place himself up between my legs. I was ready for the sailor boy, and I wanted his dick now, I needed it. God, he wanted my pussy, and I wanted his gargantuan donkey cock! I decided to let him have his fuck, because I too wanted it at that point, and yet while I was lying there with my legs apart and my hole opened to him, I knew I was going to nut him when he was done. He had no idea, of course, and it was obvious all he was thinking about was getting his rod into my hole. But the funny thing was he didn't know what to do. 

It was obvious at that point that whoever the girl was that he had fucked before, she must have guided in his rod and set him in place. This time, I didn't help him, and so he was there, kissing me, on his hands and knees and with his cock eager and stiff and jutting up between my legs. He pushed it forward but was way too high, and so he stabbed me high and I wanted to laugh. 

He pulled back and tried again, and he kissed my right nipple then and rocked forward trying once again to find my hole. He missed a second time. Then he made several thrust attempts, but each of them missed my hole, and I could see him frustrated and embarrassed as he tried to start his fuck. Finally, he looked down then and used his right hand to guide his dick into my hole, and as he slid inside he grunted and then he said "Oh... oohhhh GOD! You feel so GOOD!" 

As cocks go, Jeffrey’s was by far the largest and thickest I had ever seen, and though it was a tight fit, I was eventually able to expand to accommodate him. I reached around and grabbed the muscles of his powerful back with both of my hands and all but screamed, “Oh GOD! You are so BIG, sailor boy!” He grinned as I said it, giving me a smile that would make any woman swoon. 

He started making his thrusts then, rotating his slender, muscular hips as he did so, rubbing me from all angles as he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my pussy. For a guy with as little experience as Jeffrey had, he sure as hell wasn’t fucking like an amateur. This kid was a natural! He began thrusting deeper and deeper, cramming his entire foot-long cock into my pussy so that I could feel his huge, low-hanging balls, heavy and still full with his need, banging against my ass. 

I think he would have ejaculated quickly again if it weren’t for the two monumental wads he had just finished shooting only a few minutes before. Thankfully, his cock held off this time, and I got to enjoy his pole for a good long while. Even so, it was obvious the feeling was way beyond anything he was used to and I knew he wouldn’t last too long. Yeah, there are some things a girl can just tell. 

But of yeah, he fucked like a pro! 

After a good 15 minutes of deep, penetrating fucking, I felt the waves of my own orgasm begin. They built and built and built, and then as they crashed and coursed through my body I could hear the boy gasp and shudder, and then he too started to ejaculate his jism. He grunted loudly when his cock started to expel his third massive load of cream, and as he unloaded his powerful spunk into my pussy, his beautiful eyes were closed and he bit his lip. His navy balls were so very big and so very, very full, and even though I had swallowed a load from him and had a second load dumped on my body only minutes before, he still pumped out a shitload of goo. I could feel his huge cock pulsing deep within me, and I could actually feel the huge jets of cum as they whitewashed my insides. So much sperm was pumping out of the big, muscular boy that it filled me beyond capacity and started spraying out around his cock, adding to the seminal fluids that were soaking into the already ruined mattress. 

I rode my orgasm for several minutes, moaning and quivering in ecstasy while Jeffrey continued to pound his phenomenal load into me. Finally, my orgasm began to slow down and cease, as did Jeffrey’s thunderous orgasm, until finally we were both spent. 

Jeffrey straddled me for several minutes, panting loudly and gazing at my figure. His cock was still rock hard and wedged deep into my pussy, and I could feel him throb from time to time with need. Hot DAMN, but this young stud was ready to go yet again!! I certainly had no intention of ending things right yet, and so I pulled him to me and kissed him deep. 

Jeffrey held me, and I slid my tongue deep down his throat and he gasped as I was doing it. He pulled away, and looked at me, and then he asked if I wanted to go out and get something to eat. For an answer, I pushed him over on his back, and stood up, and went to the bag that I had brought but had yet left unopened. I pulled on my halter, and then my short skirt again, and then I reached into the bag and lifted out the handcuffs. 

He saw them and grinned, his handsome face looking both innocent and lascivious at the same time. Then he said, "Ah... I... I don't know Jessica. Perhaps we ought to do that some other time." 

I looked at the sailor boy, and then I let my face grow serious, watching the fear and excitement begin to bloom in his gorgeous blue eyes. I held up the cuffs and said, "No Jeffrey! You've been a bad boy, and I need to spank your balls. I promised you a ball spanking, and you are going to get one. Do you understand me sailor?" 

He looked at me, and I could see a sparkle in his eyes. His huge cock was laying rigid across his rock hard belly, looking even more massive than ever, and it gave a mighty lurch at my mention of ball abuse. He should have been totally spent and all fucked out, and yet his cock began to quiver with aching need as if he hadn’t just cum three times in less than half an hour. As clear precum appeared at the tip of his great beast, Jeffrey said, "Yeah... I... I guess so. But..." 

I interrupted him then and angrily said, "You're response to me, sailor, is YES MA’AM! NOTHING ELSE! YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD! Try again boy! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SAILOR?!" 

He swallowed, and his military training kicked in. He answered me then, "Yes...YES MA’AM!" 

I came to him, and slid one of the handcuffs over his left wrist, snapping it in place. Then I moved his hand to the hotel headboard, and slipped it around one of the thick wooden posts there. Bringing his other wrist up to the cuffs, I locked it in place, securing him to the corner post of the bed, his arms stretched up high over his head. I then got up and went back to my bag, where I had the rope stashed. When he saw it his eyes got big, and he grinned from the excitement of having a woman tie him in place. 

He never fought me and never even tried to get away. Instead, his dick quivered more, and it started to pulse as I made the knots and pulled his feet wide apart one after the other. Soon I had him, his feet spread and his two arms up and over his head, cuffed together at the wrists, and he was now totally helpless. He had no idea where things were going, of course, but I had that familiar feeling of wanting to take his balls after he had had his fuck. In the past it had always just been a fantasy. This time, however, I was planning to make it real. 

I got the wooden spoon next, and lay down then beside him and started to tap it gently against his gargantuan balls. They were so huge that I could only tap one of them at a time, so I alternated back and forth. He was staring at me doing that, smack-smack-smacking his supremely overstuffed scrotum. He started to squirm and as the feeling registered, he started bucking his hips and jerking against the ties. Even so, he was clearly enjoying it. After a few minutes of gently working over his balls, I popped the spoon a little bit harder along his huge and thick cock shaft, making a beefy smacking sound where I stuck the steely hard member. Balls, then cock. Balls, then cock. RAP, RAP, RAP, RAP. 

His cock was so stiff and eager, and had been hard for so long that it had actually darkened a bit in color. God, he was so eager! Thick and eager and anxious. You would never have known he had just shot the three most massive wads I had ever seen. Like a typical navy boy's cock, it was already anxious for another fuck. 

I laid the spoon against his huge bull balls and increased the rapidity of my slapping, and soon I was beating his bag with that spoon hit after hit after hit. It didn't take long. Suddenly, he bucked his hips and pulled hard against the restraints, and then he said, "Whoa!! Hey... Oh... OUCH!! HEY! NOT SO HARD!! SHIT MAN!!! BE CAREFUL JESSICA! DAMN, THAT HURTS!!" 

I laughed. Then I smacked his balls harder, and as I did he bucked his hips and started getting mad. He didn't like it, not at all, and suddenly the fantasy of having his balls worked over by a dominating woman was contrasting with the reality of having it happen. As he struggled and his eyes went wide, I laughed even louder. I felt a warmth then between my legs and I knew at that point my juices were really flowing. I had him, and he was mine! 

In spite of his protests, I worked on his nuts for a long while, beating on them something fierce. Eventually, he started yelling really loudly, and when he did that I had to stop before he brought unwanted company. I sure didn't want to attract anyone, so I went back to my bag and pulled out the gag. My gag was one of those ball gags, the kind you slip over a person's head and slide the rubber ball in place. It's very effective, and it can't be spit out. I put the ball gag on the navy man, and when I did his blue eyes went wide, and I think it was then that he started to really get scared. 

Once I had gagged him, I went back and started up with the spoon again, smacking his balls REALLY hard then, much harder than before. Boy, he grunted and squirmed! I knew then I was really hurting him, as I was really smacking his nuts hard. Very hard. And with such monstrously huge nuts to play with, I could strike them so many different ways to elicit pain. Still, all he could do was to buck and grunt and scream. He squirmed and pulled against his restraints, and his eyes were begging as he struggled and hollered into his gag. He might have hated what I was doing to him, but his dick was hard, and it stayed that way, pulsing and quivering majestically over his muscular abs and chest, and steadily dripping more and more of his pearlescent fluids onto his sweat-glistening muscles. 

I thought he might pass out, and so I stopped busting his balls for a while and got my flogger, along with a plastic bag that I had filled with a few fingers of ginger root. You can buy the ginger at any oriental food store, and there is nothing like a big thick piece of fresh ginger to get a man going. I pulled out one of the thick pieces, about the width of my thumb, and I had cut a notch in it the night before so it was ready to go. I took the big piece of root and set it up between his legs. Then as he grunted and shook his head I pushed it into his tight rectum, stuffing his ass with the piece of root and pushing it in far enough that it hit the notch I had cut in it. That kept it in place, deep in his rectum, and as the sailor boy experienced his first "frigging," I laughed and laughed. 

In less than twenty seconds, the burning and itching began, and Jeffrey’s eyes went wide as his asshole began to feel the fire. They say it is the most intense feeling on earth, and while I don't know that for certain, I do know this – the young muscle stud bucked his hips and struggled like a madman, pulling against his ropes and fighting with every muscle in his body. I could see the piece of ginger root moving as his hole quivered and turned red around it. I could tell too that his asshole must have felt like it was on fire, and he was bucking his hips and grunting so hard that I thought he would break his bonds. The thick wooden bed creaked and groaned as Jeffrey struggled, and I thought for a moment that he might actually break free, but the wood, rope, and handcuffs held. 

I had to grin as I watched that piece of ginger root attack his hole with a vengeance. What I especially liked about it was that I didn't have to do anything but just watch it work and watch him struggle. Yeah, I just watched his gloriously muscular body as he struggled and bucked and jerked, his hole pulsating and quivering as he fought to expel it. His eyes were wide open, and yet his cock jutted upward, growing up out of yellow red curls of pubic hair even harder than before, so stiff and eager that it was just amazing to see. Soon, the precum that had been steadily dripping from the tip of it turned into a full-fledged stream of clear jism. Jeffrey was more than ready to go. 

I took up the thick plastic flogger then, and worked it over his rock hard dick. The flogger landed again and again with a beefy smack, striking with far more force than a mere wooden spoon could produce. I then took the flogger and worked over first his huge left nut, and then his equally massive right nut, making sure I really flogged them well. He screamed the entire time, but his gag held most of it, and what made it out into the room the TV covered. I had a good porn station going by then, with lots of grunting and fucking from the television, and as he stared at the images and watched me working that little flogger over his nuts and dick, I could see him going crazy. It was obvious this wasn’t what had been on his mind. Well, reality is like that, and as far as I was concerned, if the sailor boy was stupid enough to let me tie him up, then he deserved to experience whatever happened next. 

I must have spent a good half an hour flogging Jeffrey’s maleness. By the time I was through, his huge, tumescent cock was bright red and covered in welts, while his enormous nuts had swollen even larger still and were covered with the beginnings of some truly awful bruises. I didn’t think I had done him any permanent harm at that point – his balls were incredibly tough and solid, and seemed capable of handling even more abuse – but I had certainly caused the young muscle stud a large amount of pain, and I was sure his balls would have been left aching for at least a week. 

Near the end of the flogging, Jeffrey’s huge horse cock suddenly just erupted without any warning, blasting out his fourth monstrous load of the night. This was the first time I actually got to watch Jeffrey shoot his load, and as I continued to bludgeon his giant balls with tremendous force, I watched in awe as his mammoth load spewed forth. 

The first great wad of cream was an unbroken stream of thick white cum that had to be at least three or four feet long, and it pulsed forth with such fury that it arced his over the young stud’s muscular body to strike high up on the headboard behind him with a loud splat. What followed was a sight I will never forget. Blast after blast of cum rocketed forth from Jeffrey’s cannon of a cock, huge wads of cum that shattered against the wooden headboard and sent liquid shrapnel of his thick goo spraying in all directions. Surely no man was capable of producing this much spunk or ejecting it with such frightening force, but here was a man, a gorgeous, muscular stud of a man, who was pumping out his FOURTH such super human load of the night. I was overwhelmed with desire. 

I continued striking Jeffrey’s huge nuts with such ruthlessness and brutal force that any lesser man’s balls would probably have been reduced to mush, but this stud’s mighty man fruits endured everything I had to give them, all while coughing up the greatest load my eyes had ever seen. In all, Jeffrey’s orgasm must have lasted well over two minutes, and pumped out what looked to be at least a quart of his nut juices. Even when his titanic orgasm finally ceased, I continued brutalizing his spent cock and balls, and was amazed when Jeffrey’s huge horse cock STILL refused to go down. 

When I didn't think he could take any more whipping on his dick and balls (and when my arms had begun to grow tired anyway), I paused his whipping, got my scissors, and clipped his golden pubic hair. I wanted it as a souvenir, and I figured that once I had taken his balls, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to have it any more. Sexless boys don't have pubic hair, and like it or not, that was where he was heading. So, I took it. I didn't shave him exactly, as I didn't want the mess, but I clipped him close and bagged his hair. When I got down to where there was only stubble left, I went to my bag and came back with duct tape. I taped up his groin just above his cock and then, with a jerk, I pulled out his hair. He didn't like that! I taped and pulled it off him again and again, and when I got to his balls, he REALLY wet hog wild. I guess ripping the hairs out of his sensitive balls, especially after the hour of brutal beating they had already endured, was more than he could take. Soon, his groin was completely bald, and after that he looked like a ten year old. Of course, his cock was huge and hard and stiff and randy, a real man's cock, and as it jutted up from his bald mound it looked ridiculous. Ditto for his mammoth testicles, which now hung down all bright red and shiny with no hair to cover them. If anything, his bull balls looked even bigger than before, two truly massive lumps of man meat in a massive, low-hanging scrotum. Oh how I longed to take those twin nuts and claim them for my own. 

He was going crazy at that point, and his gorgeous eyes were begging me to stop. He had really jerked and struggled when I stole his pubic hair, and perhaps it was the thought that his navy buds might see him in the showers. Of course, when I got done with him that wouldn't be much of a worry, but right now I could tell something was on his mind and, with the root still working in his ass and his bald cock jutting up from his pube-less crotch, he wasn’t too happy with me. 

Finally, it was time. I picked up his black navy boots, the ones that were spit shined and looked so hot when he was wearing them. I took out the long nylon laces and then brought the two strings over to his balls that were waiting for them. He had no idea of what was next, of course, none, and when I took that first lace and made a loop in the end of it I could see his look of trepidation. I pulled the end of it through the loop, making a small lasso of sorts, and then I pulled down his bag and slipped the loop over it, slipping it over first one massive nut and then the other, until it was high up his scrotum and next to the place where it hung from his body. 

God his eyes were wide with fear! I smiled, and then I jerked that string so hard that he grunted, and as I did the little loop closed tight, strangling the top of his scrotum and trapping his balls in the bottom of his bag. He bucked his hips and screamed, and then he was going crazy, feeling a woman noosing off his nuts and him powerless to stop her. I was grinning of course, feeling the power as I began his unmanning, watching his stiff cock jut and bounce as I tied up his bag. 

I then pulled out on the string, stretching the black bootlace as hard as I could, pulling it tight as I wrapped it around his big balls. I wrapped that lace around and around the top of his sac, keeping it as tight as I possibly could, and making sure that I cinched down his scrotum as I was doing so. His balls turned dark red as I was doing that, and it was obvious from the color of them that they weren't getting the blood supply they were used to. He screamed into his gag and fought as I tied his balls, and yet he was powerless to do anything but live through having it done to him. 

Finally, I tied the end of the first shoelace. Then I picked up the other lace and showed it to Jeffrey. He was staring at it, and that's when I said, "Don't fret Jeffrey. It's just a bootlace. Of course, I'm going to use it to noose off your balls, to make sure they are really tied well, but then you already know that. Remember sailor boy, you are the one that told me your fantasy, and all I'm doing is making it come true." 

He shook his head, and jerked on the restraints so hard that the bed wiggled. I made another slip knot, and set it up and over his balls, about a half-inch below the first one I had tied. I jerked the end tight, and he grunted all over again, and then as I wrapped it around his scrotum again and again he slammed his head back into the pillow, totally frustrated at his inability to stop what was being done to him. God he was so frustrated! And so gorgeous! Of course, he was powerless really to do anything but just lay there with his muscular legs spread wide apart and feel me noosing his humongous balls. He was scared, and yet, even so, his dick jutted up, rock hard, the sailor's cock totally eager for his fantasy, even if he himself no longer wanted it. 

Soon I had his bag doubled tied, and his big nuts were trapped in his sack. I couldn’t believe how long his scrotum looked, all tied off like that. Each of the shoelaces formed a three-inch-long narrow tube of trapped ball sac, and with the half inch left uncovered in between, Jeffrey’s scrotum had been stretched to a full 6 ½ inches from his muscular crotch. I had never seen such an intense stretch before, and I felt like I might hit orgasm again at the mere sight of it. 

Jeffrey’s huge balls were choked off well and good, and it was obvious they hurt like hell. I have no idea what it feels like to have balls, much less to have them strangled, but from his expression and struggles it must not be a very pleasant feeling. He sure fought hard at any rate! Still, I could see his jism continuing to seep out from between my legs, and more than anything that made me want to continue. I wanted to nut him! I HAD to! And as I went and picked up my knife, I was feeling so hot it's hard to describe. 

He stared at me, and then, on a whim, I decided to castrate the sailor as I was riding his mule dick. I think I just wanted to feel his awesome cock in my pussy one more time, and perhaps it was just the way it was so thick and dripping that made me want it so bad. The entire end of it was purple, flared wide, and he was as hard as any man I've ever seen. I showed him the knife, and he screamed into his gag. Then I climbed up on the bed, and slipping off my skirt and panties, I straddled him and then slowly, very slowly, I lowered myself down onto his incredibly thick pole, inch after glorious inch, until I felt his trussed up balls against my ass. 

I was facing him as I did that, and so I could see his expression as I felt his rod pulsating and quivering inside of me. I rode him, up and down, up and down, moving the muscles in my vagina until I was pulling on his cock as I fucked him. He was staring at me as I was doing that, me feeling his cock and him feeling my pussy, and as I rode his pole he grimaced, probably because his nuts were hurting as I moved against them. 

Finally, I worked my way up and off of his rod, and then, turning around, I set back down on it again. Facing away from him, I could look down between my legs and see his massive cock disappearing inside of my pussy. There was no hair to interfere with the view, and I liked the picture of it and I slid up and down and watched it for quite a while. Up and down, faster and faster, I fucked his hairless pole and felt it growing even larger as I did. Suddenly, he grunted really loudly, and then I felt him cumming, and then I was too, the two of us, he and I, each enjoying our own orgasm as we came together. Of course, for me it was one of many more to come, while for him it was his last and final load of sperm before I finished his castration. 

I continued riding him throughout our mutual orgasm, feeling him fill me up once again with his sperm and having the thick excess seep and spray out of my pussy on every downward thrust of my hips. I let him grunt out his sperm as I enjoyed my own feelings of ecstasy. His fifth orgasm proved to be just as enormous and powerful as the fourth that had come before it, and I was just a little saddened that I would be destroying what had to be the biggest and most virile balls on the planet. But I wasn’t about to stop – I was crazy with lust and desire, and wanted nothing more than to sever those huge bull balls and make them mine. 

As I finished living the best feeling in the world, I could tell that Jeffrey was finishing his orgasm as well. His final orgasm, I thought with a smile. I reached down with one hand and cradled his huge man nuts. With the massive orbs trussed so tightly together, I was finally able to pick them both up at the same time. They looked so massive and heavy in my hand, and from their cooling temperature, I knew that they were being slowly choked and killed by the shoelaces strangling his scrotum. I could feel them quivering in their overstretched sac, desperate to retract toward his crotch and regain their full blood supply. I had no intention of allowing them to do that. 

I grasped the base of Jeffrey’s bound ball sac, just above his bulging balls, and yanked upward with all my might. Jeffrey bellowed in pain as I tried to rip his huge balls off his body. I managed to pull them another inch or two from his groin, but his thick and mighty ball cords proved to be stronger than me, for I could not yank his nuts off. I tried again and again and again, yanking his nuts every which way, but they refused to snap. Jeffrey was going wild with pain beneath me, bucking with all of his might, which rammed his cock deeper and deeper inside me. The sensation drove me wild, and spurred me to greater efforts. I pulled and tugged and stretched those gargantuan gonads, but they simply refused to come free. I even tried twisting his scrotum, getting a good dozen twists in before I was unable to turn them any farther. 

When I finally released Jeffrey’s screaming nuts and let them drop heavily to the cum-soaked bed, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had managed to pull his meaty man lumps even farther from his crotch than before. Where Jeffrey had started with an amazing natural dangle of over four inches, now his elongated scrotum stretched over 8 ½ inches from his crotch to the base of his balls. It was obvious that the shoelaces were no longer necessary to keep his balls stretched from his body, but I decided to keep them on anyway, enjoying the way that the laces made his bull balls bulge at the bottom of his overstretched sac, and knowing as well that the strangulation caused by the laces was continuing to slowly kill his balls. With every heartbeat, Jeffrey felt like a sledgehammer was pounding into his starving balls, and the look of agony on his face almost made me cum again. 

Jeffrey was panting beneath me like he had just run a marathon, and I could feel his big ribcage expand and contract with each labored breath. His muscular body was slick with his own sweat and cum, and my butt slid across his smooth skin with ease. His massive cock was lodged deep in my pussy, and even after five brutally enormous orgasms, was still somehow rock hard as if it was ready for even more action. Never before had I met a man with as much strength and stamina as Jeffrey, and I sadly knew I never would again. 

Despite all the fun I had had that evening, I knew it was time to end Jeffrey’s masculinity once and for all. With one hand, I grabbed the base of Jeffrey’s huge, swollen balls and pulled his scrotum taut, not trying to pull his nuts off (I knew that was a futile task now), but just to stretch his ball sac nice and tight. With my other hand, I grabbed the small blade that I had carried just for this occasion. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at Jeffrey, brandishing the blade and letting it glint in the light. His stunning blue eyes grew wide once again, and then he back to buck and thrash with renewed vigor. It didn’t matter, though; there was nothing he could do now to stop me. 

Turning back to the task at hand, I slowly brought the blade down to that narrow neck of scrotal skin between the two shoelaces, gently touching the cold blade to his skin. Jeffrey screamed then, a truly deep, guttural scream, and I started to cum again as I began to saw through his nutsac. 

He screamed and went crazy then, bucking his hips more wildly than ever. He bucked so hard he was literally slamming his granite hard cock up and deep into my pussy, screaming as I castrated him. So, in a very real way, I was cutting off his balls as he fucked me hard, and as I was doing that I came all over again. My orgasm then was the most intense one of my life, even more intense than the one I just had had. I felt it and screamed as I came. Even so, I never stopped moving my hand, slicing with the knife, and so as I was cumming and he was slamming his hips up and down in his desperation, my pussy swallowed his moving dick and I lived the feeling of ecstasy. The blade was rather dull, so it was slow going, but as I continued to saw back and forth, I could feel a trickle of blood begin to flow from the new wound. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Jeffrey’s huge balls came free in my hand. 

It’s hard to describe what happened next. Somehow, some primal urge caused something to snap deep in Jeffrey’s behemoth bull balls, for he began to cum again, despite the fact that he had already cum five times that hour with the most recent orgasm happening less then five minutes ago. Even though he was pumping his load deep inside me, I could tell that this orgasm was more powerful and intense than any that had come before, a fitting swan song to his magnificent masculinity. 

Perhaps it was the desperation spawned by his imminent castration, or perhaps it was the power flowing through him during the most intense orgasm of his life. I don’t know what the cause was, but somewhere, Jeffrey found the strength to snap the five-inch-thick headpost in half with a resounding CRAA-A-A-ACK!!! I could hear the sound of wood creaking and then splintering as the post shattered in two, instantly freeing Jeffrey’s bound arms. Though his wrists were still manacled by the handcuffs, Jeffrey was an immensely powerful young man, and he struck me from behind with such force that I popped right off his spasmodically jetting horse cock and flew nearly clear across the room. 

Stunned but not injured, I rolled into a crouch and watched as an enraged navy boy struggled to break free of the rest of his bonds to get to me. He stood up on the cum-soaked bed and bellowed in fury. God, he had never looked more beautiful! His muscular body was pumped and glistening with his sweat and sex juices, his rampant cock was blowing out his most majestic load yet, and his gargantuan bull nuts hung almost to his knees, the side of his elongated scrotum bleeding from a superficial cut, but otherwise unharmed. I knew I had to get out of there in a hurry. 

I ran around the bed, grabbed my purse, and stuffed my things into it like a woman possessed. Meanwhile, Jeffrey tore at the ropes binding his ankles, and already nearly had one ankle free. With Jeffrey’s cum still dribbling out of my pussy, and wearing only my halter top and short skirt, I ran from the room, Jeffrey’s angry bellows following me out into the hallway. 

I ran for my life without looking back, down the stairs and out a back door into an alley. I quickly sprinted to where my car was parked, two blocks away, and sped off, making a clean getaway. 

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In the time since, I have learned that Jeffrey quickly made a full recovery, and was back on his ship by the time it left port three days later. He tried to search me out before his ship set sail, no doubt to take revenge, but I had never told him where I lived, so he had no idea where to find me. 

I have heard from other navy boys that I am in touch with (oh yes, I have many email pen pals in the service) that Jeffrey made quite a stir when he returned to the ship. Apparently, he had previously never showered with the other men or allowed them to see him naked, no doubt self-conscious and embarrassed about his massive size and enormous endowment. But now he had no shyness about it, and almost dared the other men to make an issue of his humongous horse cock and gargantuan bull balls. The other sailors were incredulous at the size of his swinging meat, particularly the way his huge balls swung pendulously over half a foot from his crotch. (I guess that stretch was permanent after all!) 

Jeffrey is apparently one tough son of a bitch now, too. He’s been in several fist fights, all of which he has won handedly, and he’s become a legendary womanizer, using his dashing good looks, awesome physique, and mighty cock and balls to bang hordes of women in every port of call. Yeah, I guess my navy boy isn’t so innocent anymore. 

It’s been a number of months since my encounter with Jeffrey. And wouldn’t you know it, I missed my period shortly after that night, and I’m pregnant. Twin boys, to be more exact. I’ve definitely begun showing, though the babies aren’t due for months yet. I may have given him a little scar on the side of his sac to remember me by, but he’s given me something far more precious. 

Friday, December 20, 2013

Breaking and Entering

This story is one of my earliest attempts at rewriting and reworking a story from another author. In this case, I don't know who the original author was, nor did I keep a copy of the original story. But I'm still happy with the end result, and I hope that you enjoy it too.



BREAKING AND ENTERING

Based on an original story by an unknown author


     I have been watching this one apartment for 3 weeks, planning how to break in and steal what ever I can without being caught by the gorgeous young muscle-stud that lives there.  It is late one evening as I carefully approach the back door.  I cautiously slip my credit card between the lock and the door jab. The lock cylinder slips back into the door with a loud click and the door swings open. The hinges creak as I open the door wider and enter the service porch. I quietly shut the door, cross the room and go through the door at the far end that leads into another room. I open the door and slip silently into the darkened room.  

      I am half way through the door, when a powerful hand reaches out and slams into my groin. The strong fingers dig into my Levi clad crotch and clamp shut tightly around huge my nuts, my assailant’s enormous hand gripping both my tennis-ball sized nuts in his iron fist. I yelled with surprise until the light in the hall suddenly snapped on, exposing a massively-muscled young man of no more than 25, with a body even more powerfully built than mine and a beauty that takes my breath away.  His enormous muscles, larger than those of any bodybuilder I have ever seen, are clearly visible as they strain against his highway patrolman’s uniform.  He pulls me into the room by my balls, and shuts the door behind us. He continues to squeeze my nuts with his powerful grip, kneading and crushing them between his powerful fingers. He thinks that I will succumb to his nut-cracking grip and surrender without a fight, but my huge nuts are tougher than any he has ever encountered. Even with his incredibly strong forearm muscles bulging and straining, he is aware that I am not giving into him, nor am I begging to be released from his fearsome grasp.  

     He pulls me further into the room until we are in the center of a large cleared area. He viciously yanks down on my aching nuts, and orders me to kneel before him. He is still holding me by my balls while he steps behind me.  Then he orders me to place my hands behind my back where he handcuffs them together. Only then does he release his grip on my balls, and even then only momentarily, before he reaches around my kneeling body and drives BOTH of his hands into the crotch of my Levis until he finds my basket. He locks one of my fat balls in each of his huge hands and begins to squeeze and crush them again. The heavy denim of my Levis reduces some of the effects of his twin nut claws, but doesn’t afford complete protection. Only now is the pain beginning to build in my crotch, but it is not overpowering, only an inconvenience, despite the fact that the mighty stud’s awesomely powerful grip would have had another man writhing in agony. He releases his holds and slipped his right hand into the waistband of my Levis.  Finding the bottom of my well-worn T-shirt, he seizes the fabric and with one violent motion rips it up over my washboard stomach, broad hairless chest, and wide shoulders before he shreds it to tatters.  

      With my own muscular upper body fully exposed, he has trouble containing his desire to work me over and use my body for whatever as he wants. Again he reaches around my waist, but instead of attacking my balls, he undoes my belt and pulls it from around my waist before using it to bind my arms. Then he grabs the front of my Levis with both hands and yanks them apart, instantly undoing the five studs that held my fly shut, exposing my big, jockstrap clad basket. Again he drives his hands deep into my crotch, but this time his hands have no trouble reaching my nuts, and he digs his fingers into my oversized manhood, working his fingers deeper and deeper into my tough sac. As he tries to scramble my big balls, my thick cock springs to attention.  My huge 12-incher distracts the muscle-cop, who takes great delight in its tremendous length and girth.  He slips one of his hands around its shaft, his huge fist barely able to get around the thick column of hot man-flesh, and finally speaks in a deep bass voice, "I see you enjoy what I am doing to your manhood, asshole. Well, I've only just begun. You haven't seen or felt ANYTHING yet!" He pulls me up by my cock and balls until I am standing, then he turns me around to face him.  

      As soon as we are facing each other, he slips his arms around my waist and pulls my Levis down over my thighs, preventing me from using my legs or knees to counter attack and preventing easy escape. Then he drives his knee solidly right into my bulging nutsac, grinding his hard bony kneecap into my gonads and attempting to make mush out of them. He slams his big knee into my nuts again, and again, and yet again, and he is surprised that after four solid knee lifts directly into my exposed and defenseless nuts, I still haven’t lost my hard-on OR collapsed into a whimpering heap at his feet. "How interesting!" he says.  "Most men would have been begging for me to stop pounding their nuts, but not you, you only seem to relish me bashing your balls! Well, I really get my rocks off working over another puck's balls, so we'll see just how much punishment your big nuts can withstand before I make your eggs crack.  

      He rams his knee into my nuts for a fifth and final time, ruthlessly grinding his kneecap into my aching testicles, and spins me around so that he is now behind me. He clasps his hands together and slams them down on the back of my neck, driving me to the floor. I land on my face and knees. His fist shoots between my legs, his hard knuckles connecting with my low hanging balls, causing them to swing wildly between my legs. His upper cut catches me by surprise, and then he withdraws his clenched fist and slaps my balls with his open hand. Again, I felt the amazing power of his grip as his fingers clamp shut, trapping my balls. He squeezes, stretches, and twists my throbbing balls, mauling them until I was forced flat on my stomach.  He releases me from his nut-cracking grip, but as he stands up, he forces his foot between my legs and pins my balls to the floor with his bare foot, my nuts oozing between his toes. He had just gotten home from a hard day as a motorcycle cop and the only clothing that he had time to remove before my unannounced entry was his riding boots and socks. He keeps his toes pressing deeply into my nuts while he removes his shirt, revealing his heroically muscled torso.  His awesome chest is at least three feet wide, and so thick that they look like two mighty plates of steel.  His incredibly wide shoulders are the size of cannon balls, and his thickly muscled arms have to be at least 25” in size, possibly more.  His huge arms stick out from his body, forced apart by the sheer size of his tremendously wide and thick lats, which taper down quickly to the tightest, most muscular waist I have ever seen.  The young muscle-cop then places most of his awesome weight – at least 300# - onto my screaming balls while he slips out of his pants, revealing tree-trunk legs that match his incredibly muscular upper body, and a jockstrap so over packed with cock and balls as to make my huge endowment look almost meager in comparison. He reaches down and turns me over, his massive, jockstrap-clad body towering over me.  Again I feel his tremendous weight as he stomps his bare heel into my nuts, grinding my agonized balls into the floor. "Now, fucker, we're going to get down to some serious work." He steps between my legs, reaches down, and grabs the cuffs of my levis, proceeding to pull them off, stripping me stark ass naked. He drops between my legs and spreads them apart with his knees, exposing my manhood to his wanton desires.  

      His initial assault is a hard right bare-knuckled fist right between the nuts. He twists and digs his knuckles into my nuts when his punch connects, but I just grunt and smile at him, angering the big stud further. Then he grabs my rock-hard cock with one hand to keep it out of the way while he repeatedly pounds his huge fist into my defenseless balls.  After ten or twenty solid dead center nut punches that all but reduce my balls to jelly, he grabs my balls and begins twisting and yanking them. Now I am feeling real pain as I contort my body in an attempt to escape his vicious grip. When I bring my head up I can clearly see the outline of his truly massive balls and now hardening cock in his jockstrap. "I'm going to make you beg for your balls," he growls, as he doubles the force of his attack on my manhood, all but bursting my screaming balls. Swiftly, he then releases his twin holds and slams his knee into my crotch. Then he raises his leg up and brings his knee crashing down, grinding my nuts into my own crotch with his tremendous weight. He continues to grind and pulverize my nuts with repeated knee drops, causing my legs to flail wildly. He slips his right arm under my left leg and lifts it up over his shoulder, exposing my crotch even more, before he slams his open hand into my nuts and again locks them in a vicious nut cracker, his thumb splitting my sac while his fingers clamp tightly around my aching, swollen balls. He keeps his hand locked around my balls while he flips me over onto my stomach, twisting and wrenching my bruised nuts as he did so. Suddenly, I feel his hand rubbing my ass, then the crack that separates my cheeks.  He pokes and prods my hole with his hand while he continues to brutally massage my balls. He lets go of my balls and spreads my legs with his knees. I feel a slippery substance being spread between my cheeks and then I feel the tip of a humongous cock as he prepares to penetrate my hole.

       Carefully, he lines up his horse cock with my tight hole, the large, apple-sized head pressing tightly against it. Then, with one mighty lunge, he buries his well-lubed cock half way into my tight ass. I almost pass out from the sudden penetration of my asshole. He grinds the full length of his cock deep into my guts, ramming it in deeper with each thrust, and I can tell that his cock is even larger than mine. His cock gets even harder he increases the tempo of his pumping cock, until he was going wild with animal lust. My own cock had long since swollen and is now begging for relief, and my nuts, although well man handled, are churning with the expected orgasm. He reaches around my chest and grabs both of my solid squared pecs with his expert fingers and begins to knead them until my tits are as rock hard as both of our cocks. He clamps my tits between his strong fingers and bites down on my neck with his teeth as his body begins to spasm, signaling that he is about to shoot. And shoot he does!  I begin to think that his cum will blast the tonsils right out of my throat. As he unloads his huge wad of man cream deep in my guts, I unload mine on his carpet, spewing so much jism that I almost glue my stomach to the floor. His orgasm seems to go on forever, ten blasts, fifteen, twenty, until his super-human load begins to leak out of my ass.  He keeps his big cock buried deep in my guts until he is positive that he has totally shot his wad, and then he withdraws his still semi-hard cock.  

       He undoes the handcuffs and frees my hands. Maybe he is spent, but I sure ain’t. As he rolls off my back, I turn over and find him lying on his back with his legs spread wide, revealing his now fully-exposed cock and balls. I almost gasp in surprise at the sheer size of his awesome endowment; his still half-hard cock is draped over one muscular thigh, and even in it’s semi-flaccid state is over a full foot long, and thick as my wrist!  And his balls are simply unimaginable, like something out of legend!  Each orb was so large as to be monstrous, obscene, each gargantuan nut larger than the largest grapefruit, and no doubt twice as juicy.  The mammoth testicles hang low and heavy in their thick sac, almost visibly pulsing with raw male sexual power.  I know that, despite the monumental size of the load this super-stud had just pumped into my ass, there is a lot more still packed in those twin cum factories.  A hell of a lot more.  And I want to find out just how much more.  

Seeing such an inviting target is simply too much to ask for. I lift my left leg high in the air, swing it over his prone body, and drive my knee into his unsuspecting, exposed, and recently spent nuts. While the stud-cop’s nuts might be more than twice the size of mine, my tough nuts are far more conditioned to pain, and he howls agony as the shocking pain in his nuts hits his brain. His hugely muscular legs clamp tightly against my knee, but I don’t withdraw it. Instead, I raise myself up with my arms and increase the pressure on his nuts, grinding and gouging my knee viciously into his enormous balls and swollen manhood.  He is now about to get a taste of his own medicine. 

I grab both of his wrists and snake my knees between his legs, spreading them wide apart, the handsome bull-balled hunk too consumed by pain to fight me. Then I raise my hips up and slam them down against his groin, driving my still hard pile driving cock directly into his nuts. I use my stiff dick like a battering ram and continue to pound it into his balls again and again, bludgeoning the nearly melon-sized nuts. He twists and turns as I now assault his manhood with mine, driving my stiff dick into his nuts while I do pushups over his supine body. 

Just as I drive my knee into his nuts, he brakes free from my grasp. His hands shoot for his balls in an attempt to protect them and cradle them from my attacks, but to no avail. I simply drive my knee into his hands and smash his nuts even harder. Then he grabs for my own balls, hoping that a counterattack will work in his favor. Just as his hands reach my balls, however, I hammer my bare fist into his low-hanging nuts, a solid upper cut right between his twin orbs. Again, he drops his hands to cover his groin and cup his hurting nuts. I quickly roll him over and reach around his waist with both hands, grasping and groping until I find his huge, hot balls, heavily coated with his own sticky cum that had overflowed out of my ass.  His balls are so huge that I have to grip each one separately in my hands, and grip them I do, crushing them in my claw-like grip. Now he is powerless to protect himself while I brutally massage, squeeze, twist, pull, yank, and crush his proud, aching nuts.  To my surprise, the cop’s horse cock has once again swollen to its full eye-popping 14”, and is drooling precum like mad.  The more brutally I abuse his nuts, the greater seems his arousal.  And while this great stud of a cop may not be as conditioned to ball abuse as I am, his balls are now enduring tortures that I myself would have a hard time surviving.  

As I beat, squeeze, and pound the cop’s monster nuts, I prepare to ram my stiff dick up his ass and violate his hole, the same way that he had violated mine.  I ram my cock into his hole without the benefit of lube, since my cock is already slippery from having shot once that night. His ass is tight, but I continue to force my big cock into his tight, dark hole. I grind the head of my dick against his sphincter muscle until it finally surrenders and allows my more than ample cock entrance. I pump my cock in and out of his hole, plunging it in deeper with each thrust until the sticky cum-filled hair of my bush is pressed tightly against his ass cheeks and my own balls are crushed against his muscular ass. I continue to ream his asshole with my huge dick and mangle his nuts with both of my hands for a seeming eternity. I relentlessly pound the head of my dick against his prostrate until it finally drives him over the edge.  His huge body stiffens as he nears orgasm, every gigantic muscle standing out in deep relief, and his heroic cock swells even larger still.  While I continue to pound his ass, I grasp the base of the muscle-hunk’s huge scrotum with one hand, yanking his nuts down viciously to the very bottom of their sac, while with the other hand I mercilessly pummel the hunk’s trapped nuts.   

The testicular abuse finally puts the hunk over the edge, and he begins cumming for the second time that night.  This time, I am able to watch this muscle man cum, and I am amazed by the sheer power and force of his awesome virility.  At first, there is a light squirt, followed by a virtual torrent of spunk, each huge wad a thick stream of jism, larger than what a normal man could cum in a week, that shoots with a wild power from his thundering cock.  The first mighty slug is followed by another, then another, then another, in a seemingly endless series of awesome blasts.  Such is this stud’s power that his wads actually strike the far wall over fifteen feet away, striking with a wet splat and then slowly oozing down the walls.  I lose track of just how many salvos the stud releases, but he shoots more than 20 times before the super-human orgasm finally ebbs.  

The sight of this muscle giant cumming is more than I can bear, and the rhythmic contraction of his sphincter puts me over the edge.  I unload for the second time that night, but this time deep in his guts instead of wasting it on his carpet. My cock is still hard and randy, so I continue to mercilessly fuck the big stud.  I am now yanking so hard on his huge nuts that I’m, amazed I have not torn them off, and the beating I’m giving them should have long since rendered him sterile.  

But before too long he cums a third time, his load just as enormous, voluminous, and earth shattering as the two that came before.  As is his fourth load, his fifth load, and even his sixth mighty, super-human load.  The floors and walls of the bedroom are coated in thick slugs of his cum, and a few well-aimed loads are even dripping from the ceiling in long, thick ropes.  The room reeks of the stud’s male essence, and I wonder just how much more cum he has stored in those titanic testicles of his.  

The stud-cop’s huge nuts are now bright red and swollen, bruised and battered by the mighty beating I have given them, but I’m not done yet.  Though I have unloaded twice more in this handsome stud’s ass, I still have one or two loads left in my big balls.  I continue fucking the muscle giant before me, battering his wounded prostate and pummeling his nearly busted nuts until the cops cums for a seventh time, whitewashing the walls with still more of his hot, smelly cum as I unload my fifth load into his well churned and cum-filled ass.  

I finally pull my still rock-hard cock out of the cop’s well-fucked ass and let go of his gigantic nuts, letting him drop to the floor on his back, only semi-conscious and groaning in pain.  As I stand over him and look down at his widespread legs and swollen balls, I find I can’t resist the temptation.  I drive my foot into the stud’s brutalized balls like I’m kicking a football, all but kicking the cop’s nuts clear out of his sac, and causing his whole muscular body to buck in pain.  I continue kicking his crotch, alternating between punting his enormous, battered testicles, and planting my heel directly into the meaty ball flesh and grinding his enormous nuts with my foot.  I continue kicking the shit out of the stud’s balls until I knock him out and crush his once proud balls, but not before he lets loose with one final, monumental orgasm.  The cop’s final load puts all his previous ones to shame for sheer size, volume, and power.  The loads are so huge and close together that they pump out of his cock in a pulsating stream, making it look like he is peeing cum.  Blast after blast lashes the stud’s chest and belly, coating his face, and even striking the wall behind him.  I continue demolishing his nuts with my foot throughout his orgasm, pummeling and crushing them with my heel.  His truly super-human orgasm lasts for over two minutes, and he eventually pumps out over a gallon of stud cream.  

Even after this final, titanic orgasm begins to ebb and finally ceases, I continue to bash the cop’s behemoth balls until he passes out and I finally reduce his mighty testicles to so much pulverized ball meat, annihilating the source of his awesome masculinity.  Although he had caught me red-handed trying to rip him off, overpowered and fucked me, I beat him and at his own game, despite the superiority of his strength and virility and the sheer size and power of his balls.  As I stand over this fallen titan of a man, I jack my sixth load onto his gloriously muscled body, where it mixes with the great pools of his own spunk.  I pull my Levis over my legs, and stuff my worn out and finally spent cock and balls into them before putting back on my steel-shod leather boots. My t-shirt is a worthless rag, so I toss it onto the handsome cop’s massive and unconscious form.  I kick my heavy boot into the hunk’s broken bull-balls as one final act of contempt, and I leave the apartment bare-chested and empty handed.  



(PS -- This story implies that the cop's mighty testicles were destroyed, but in my mind, the hugely hung stud eventually heals and recovers, though he's shooting blanks for a few weeks. I just couldn't bear the idea of such a perfect stud of a man being destroyed.)