In the original version (which I'll post in a couple of days), both the narrator and his best friend lose their balls in an extremely brutal and messy fashion. I deleted that ending and created one of my own. The narrator still (sadly) loses his young nuts, but his best friend survives intact, proving the awesome strength and resiliency of his huge and beefy balls.
Let me know what you think of the story...
Gangs, Balls, and Plywood
Based on an original story by Nathan
I’ll never look at a 4x8 sheet of plywood the same way again. Never. And I’ll never be able to get what happened to me out of my mind. Yeah. Castrated. I was castrated at 22 years of age, while pulling a stupid with my best friend, Scott, and no matter how much I wish it was otherwise the truth is that I was arrogant, stupid, and a thief, and in the end it was those very attributes that cost me my manhood.
Scott and I were trouble makers, of that there was no doubt. I met him in high school when he was just 16 and a sophomore and I was finishing up my senior year at 18. The big blond guy was an incredibly handsome and muscular stud even then, packing a hell of a lot of muscle mass on his 6-foot, 3-inch tall frame, and devastating the ladies with his square-jawed good looks and breathtaking smile. Right away we hit it off, and it seemed like we were always stealing something, doing drugs on occasion, and just basically living life the way we wanted. My parents weren’t too keen on my antics, but they couldn’t control me, and after 18 they gave up trying and pretty much left me alone.
I’m not sure when the stealing became more serious, but Scott and I started stealing different items and then selling them on the internet. We were fairly careful, or so we thought, and most of what we took wasn’t all that big. We might steal a lawnmower for example, bring it home, change the color with a can of spray paint, and then sell it for $75. We took stereos, computers, and whatever we wanted, and sometimes we’d just drive around looking for open garages as if they were some free grab bag store with things just there for the taking. The internet made the sales fast and easy, and since we didn’t have to engage a pawn shop there were no records or security cameras, and we didn’t even have to show any ID. We kept the sales to cash only, and we thought we had it all figured out. We got bolder, and by the time I was 21 and he was 19 we were doing bigger items, and making more money.
We never got caught, not once, at least not by the police, and perhaps if we had I’d still have my balls. But we didn’t, and when our life of stealing and selling finally caught up with us, it wasn’t the police or the court system that punished us. No, we didn’t get that lucky.
Our downfall came when Scott found the plywood. It was in a back alley, on the east side of the city and right out in the open. We didn’t know who the owner was, and the truth was we didn’t care. It was just a big pile of plywood down near the docks, and from our perspective ripe for the taking. The first time we took 10 sheets, and sold them the next day in a town 100 miles south of the city. Lots of people want plywood, and it was the fastest sale of any item we had ever grabbed. And plywood is hard to identify, so once we had taken it, selling it was pretty low risk as far as we saw it.
Yeah, it was all very simple, very quick, and it was certainly easy money. Too easy in fact.
So, eight days later we went back and took the rest of the pile. It filled up Scott’s pickup truck, and we waited a week, then posted an online ad for plywood on our favorite website. We had stolen 60 sheets of 1 inch thick plywood, and we found a buyer two hours after we posted the ad and had them sold. The guy we talked to wanted them delivered to a job site that very evening, which we agreed to do, and with the deal made we drove out there just as the sun was casting afternoon shadows, to the east side of the city and not all that far from where we had stolen them. I don’t think we ever thought there was a danger and I guess looking back on it we had just got too cocky, too self-assured perhaps, and too successful to be careful.
I remember that day though like it was yesterday. I invited Scott's kid brother to come along, and Jeffrey was 18 and excited about the big adventure. As we made the drive we were kidding him about his need to get laid, and I told him flat out that at 18 he ought to be fucking and shooting his sperm where it counted instead of jacking his fist. The kid was well on his way to becoming every bit as much of a heart breaker as his older brother, actually, with the same devastating good looks and the beginning of an equally impressive physique. Yeah, the kid already had a hell of a lot going for him.
It was a fun conversation really, yeah, just two older guys kidding a younger one about his virginity, and at the time we just laughed and had a good time messing with him. Jeffrey remarked he hadn’t found the right girl, and Scott laughed and said perhaps he should try fucking a guy’s ass instead. Jeffrey had gone red in the face at that suggestion, and so we kidded him then, telling him that a guy’s ass probably wasn’t all that bad, and might even be tighter than some of the girls in his school.
Scott said, “Yeah Jeff, I bet if you were fucking a guy and he started shooting, the muscles in his ass would feel better than a pussy. Hell, perhaps a guy’s ass might even milk you dry. For sure it’s gotta feel better than your fist! Maybe you ought to give it a try and let us know?”
He had said “no” of course, and he claimed he was working on a few girls, and that had made us all laugh then. Yeah, the innocence of being 18! Of course, it was just a fun conversation, and sex was on all our minds I think, the way it is on guys that age, and so we talked of pussy and hard cocks and kidded Scott's younger brother who was sprouting through puberty and well on his way to becoming a man.
At some point Scott turned on his fancy stereo, with his under seat sub-woofers and awesome base, and as his truck belted out the rough music the sound was deafening. It just made the scene complete—three young guys out living it up, listening to metal music about hot fucking and rock hard dicks. We were having a blast!
So, that’s how it came that there were three of us in Scott’s pickup when we pulled up to that warehouse, where we had been told to meet our buyer. The warehouse was in a fairly remote and somewhat rundown area of the city, and by the time we found it the time was nearly 7pm. We pulled through a gated fence in an industrial yard, which was basically a large parking lot next to the warehouse, with the entire area surrounded by a twelve-foot high security fence. The gate was open, just as our directions had said it would be, but even so it didn’t look much like a construction site. Of course, being it was a Sunday, there wasn’t anything going on anywhere and at first I wasn’t sure we were in the right place. For one thing I didn’t see any construction equipment there, and so I had this funny feeling as we pulled up and stopped the truck. Then Scott killed the engine the music stopped, and the area in contrast was deathly quiet, eerily so, and perhaps if we had been more skittish we might have wised up and gotten out of there before we lost that opportunity.
There didn’t appear to be anybody around. I got out of the truck, along with Scott and Jeffrey, and for a second I had the thought that the entire sale was gonna be a bust. But then these two guys appeared from a door in the warehouse, and one of them gave me a wave which I returned. The younger of the two was a big, dark-haired guy about my age, with a tattoo on his muscular right shoulder and a metal pendant around his neck. As we approached us I got a good look at the little pendant he was wearing, and it was just a small scorpion, hanging from a leather necklace. I didn’t think much of it, and it didn’t catch my attention like it should have.
The other guy was a few years older, nearly as buff as the young guy, and he was clearly in charge. He introduced himself as Chris Harriman, which didn’t register with me either, although I came to find out later he is rather well known in the city. He was wearing the same pendant, but that too didn’t register with me, even though in hindsight it clearly should have. At the time, he seemed nice enough, with a big smile on his handsome face, and when we showed him the plywood, and he said it was just what he wanted and we finalized the deal.
The two guys helped the three of us unload it, and as we were doing it Chris Harriman started to ask some questions. For one thing, he wanted to know where it came from and why the price was so cheap, and then he seemed to take a special interest in some small red dots that were painted in the corner of every single board in the stack. They were just little marks, and I hadn’t noticed them before. But, sure enough, the same marks were repeated all the way down, on every single piece of wood in the entire stack. As he pointed them out to the three of us, I was looking at them and so I wasn’t concentrating on what else was going on around us. Just as we got the last piece of plywood out of the truck and stacked in a pile, Jeffrey suddenly said, “Hey guys, we have company.”
Sure as shit, when I turned around there were about 20 men, and they were all standing around us, probably about 20 to 30 feet away, just standing there, with their hands on their hips or crossed in front of them. I had not heard them approach, and seeing them there was needless to say very disconcerting. They weren’t saying anything, but it was clear they didn’t look all that happy, and suddenly I had a very bad feeling. The younger of the two guys that had met us was at the door of Scott’s truck, and when I glanced to him I could see the truck keys were in his hand. FUCK!
Chris Harriman then said, “Those dots are marks, you stupid shits. And I recognize them, because I put them there. You see guys, these particular boards are the property of the Scorpions. You know. The SCORPIONS? I’m sure you have heard of us. We are the biggest gang in the city, and the truth is we OWN this town. And you three stupid mother fuckers had the balls to steal our plywood, and I didn’t think there was a man on this planet that was that stupid. If you think you are going to steal from our gang, and have us buy them back from you, you’re fucking morons. No, this plywood is ours, and you stole those sheets from us and now they are gonna cost you. Yeah, you guys are about to become an example of what happens to morons that steal from the Scorpions!”
What the fuck?! OH GOD WE WERE IN BIG TROUBLE!!
I looked around, thinking about running, but there was really nowhere to go and no escape route that I could see, and jumping back in the keyless truck wasn’t going to accomplish anything. Every single guy was wearing a scorpion pendant around his neck and everything was crystal clear then and I had no idea what to do! My heart was pounding in my chest, and as I was having all of those thoughts and my mind was racing through the possibilities I was scared shitless. I started to clear my throat to say something, but before I got out a single word Chris Harriman said, “Grab them boys….” and then there was this rush and I tried to run then of course but that was a wasted effort. Suddenly I was being grabbed by so many guys there was nothing I could do. I heard Scott's brother scream, and Scott was trying to swing his fists. I tried to beg, but nobody was listening, and then I heard Chris again and he said, “Strip them, and hold them down! We’re gonna have some fun with these fuckwads!”
Suddenly, I was being stripped naked, and I couldn’t believe it. Nobody had ever taken off my clothes before, and I struggled and fought, but I was no match for the entire gang, and before I knew it my tennis shoes were off, and then my pants and shirt, socks too, and finally my underwear. I was wearing light blue American Eagle undershorts, which my girlfriend thought were sexy as hell, and now the gang members were laughing at them as they ripped them off of my ass. As I felt the breeze on my balls somebody gave them a squeeze, and someone else grabbed my cock and gave it a few pulls. Someone else had my head, and a guy squeezed my right nipple, and I was struggling and fighting but there were too many of them to do much of anything. All in all it only took a couple of minutes, if that, before I was totally naked and flat on my back, held to the ground and totally helpless.
Chris Harriman then said, “Get the hole saw! We need to prepare a couple of plywood sheets, just for them. Two will be enough--we can reuse one on the kid if I feel like doing him too. And get me some cord—these mother fuckers are about to learn they fucked with the wrong people! ”
I tried to struggle, but there was nothing I could do. As I fought the guys holding me down, I heard the sound of a power drill, and I looked over and got a glance of several of the gang members working on a couple of the big sheets of plywood. The first thing they did was drill about a two-inch diameter hole at the top of a board, halfway across and about an inch from the top. Then, while I watched they sawed a second two-inch round hole near the center of a piece of plywood, and then used a battery operated saw to cut a thin little slit below the round hole. The slit was about 3/16” of an inch wide, and it started in the hole and went straight down the board for about a foot or so, in such a manner that there was a two-inch round hole and a long thin cut beneath it. I had no idea what it was for, but Chris Harriman clearly knew exactly what he was looking for and he had them work on it until it was cut just the way he wanted it. Finally, he finished off the project by drilling a third, smaller hole, about ½ inch or so in diameter, directly beneath the long slit, so that in effect there were two holes in the board, with a very thin slit running down from the big one and almost reaching the smaller one. The slit that was cut in the board didn’t quite reach the small hole at the bottom, but it almost did. With the big hole and the slit, in some ways it looked like a keyhole and I had no idea what it was for.
As soon as they finished making the first board, they made another one just like it, and once the two boards were prepared the gang leader inspected them. They spent some time on the cut, measuring the width of the slit with a ruler just to make sure it was the width they wanted. Satisfied, he turned and walked up to Scott who was being held right next to me.
I glanced over at him then, and saw that he had also been stripped naked. Like I said, Scott had an impressive physique even when he was 16, but now after three more years pounding the weights in the gym, Scott was a true muscle stud of a man. I had nicknamed him "Teen Hulk" as a joke, but it was actually true. Scott had already packed 285 pounds onto his 6’3” frame, all of it muscle, and he was still growing! He had a body that would be the envy of professional super heavyweight bodybuilders 10 or more years his senior, and in fact Scott intended to enter his first bodybuilding competition in the fall. I had no doubt he would win the teen title, if not the overall award as well. His massive young physique was just that good.
As I glanced over at Scott, I suddenly realized that I had never seen my friend naked before, as surely I would have remembered a set of genitals like those that I now saw hanging so full and huge from Scott’s muscular crotch.
Scott's hard cock was jutting upward like some huge fleshy bazooka, and was in the fist of one of the guys holding him down. As I watched, his pole was being jerked up and down. They were jacking him off! The size of that huge hard cock just stunned me. It was easily well over a foot long (14.5 inches, actually, as I later learned), and was thick. I mean THICK! Like the business end of a baseball bat thick. The huge knob at the end of Scott’s humongous horse dick was engorged and purple, and was easily the size of a large apple. His giant cock was rock hard and just jutting forward almost defiantly.
If I was stunned by the sight of Scott's massive boner, then I was in awe when my eyes traveled lower and took in my friend's enormous set of balls. I had heard the term "bull balls" before, but never thought that they could ever be used as an accurate description of a man's junk. I was wrong. Scott possessed a set of balls that would have made a stud bull jealous. Each mighty orb was as big as a large man's fist, and hung incredibly low and loose in their baggy scrotum. I knew that Scott shaved his body hair (the better to show off his fantastic physique), and it was clear that he shaved his groin as well, for the silky smooth skin of his enormous ball bag was devoid of any hair. The long, narrow neck of his scrotum was stretched a good 4 or so inches from the base of his mammoth cock, attesting to the tremendous weight of his enormous nuggies. The sight of his massive, low hanging balls was intensely masculine and powerful, and I know my eyes must have been bugging out of my head as I stared at my friend's genitals.
As if to emphasize my own thoughts, as Chris Harriman looked at Scott and said, “Niiiiice! Very, VERY nice! That's one hell of a bod you've got there, dude. You're bigger than the biggest guy in my gang, and we've got some BIG guys in this gang! And fuck man, look at that cock! And that freakishly huge set of BALLS to match!! Dude, I've never seen such a huge set of tools on a man before. Seems pretty stupid to me to risk those massive nuts by fucking with the Scorpions. Yeah, pretty damn stupid I’d say. Well, I hope you fucked your girlfriend last night, cause your pussy fucking days are about to end.”
OH GOD! As soon as Chris Harriman said those words, I know Scott and I started going crazy, but the guys holding us pinned us tight to the ground and there were far too many of them for us to do much of anything. Even as big and powerful as Scott was, there were just too many guys holding us down.
My eyes were staring at Scott, and his big dick and enormous balls, and while I was looking at him I felt a hand being wrapped around my own dick. Looking down, there was a red-headed gang member, who to me looked like a teenage boy not all that much older than Scott's brother, and when I looked at him he started jacking my own cock with a freckled face grin. God, I struggled then! They were jerking us both off!
Scott was my best friend in all the world, and I was feeling at least partly responsible for getting the handsome young stud into this mess. His hot and massively muscular body was perfect in every way a guy can be perfect. At a mere 19, the truth was he was a blond girl magnet with a massive chest, yard-wide shoulders, 23-inch monster guns, a ripped flat stomach with cobblestone abs, thick muscular bubble butt, massive tree trunk thighs, and calves like over pumped footballs. And now that I knew he also possessed what had to be one of the biggest and most impressive sets of cock and bull balls to ever grace a human being, I realized that this big stud truly had it all. Seeing him naked, rock hard and throbbing, is something I’ll never forget.
In short, Scott was a perfect physical specimen of a male. He had certainly had more than his fair share of girls to show for it, with a new girl or three every week. Hell, he was always telling me about his latest fuck, and now as I watched his big horse cock being jerked by a guy, I had this terrible feeling things were about to change for all of us, forever.
I looked down at my own cock that was likewise being jerked, but in comparison with Scott, my body was a joke. Sure, I was tall, good looking, and had a really nice physique, but I couldn't hold a candle to the muscle god pinned down next to me. I had always been proud of my thick, 8-inch sausage and jumbo hen-sized nuts, but as I looked at Scott's monumental endowment, I felt like my pole looked like a boy’s rod instead of something you’d expect to see on a twenty-one year old.
Like Scott, I was also struggling, and I turned my head to watch this red headed kid about seventeen or eighteen jerking on my cock, stroking it, and no matter how much I might have wanted to stop it, nevertheless he had made me hard and it was not a good feeling. I was powerless to prevent it and my body responded to the stimulation of the younger male in spite of my fear.
About then I saw Chris Harriman reach down between Scott’s legs, and he was holding a piece of cord that was about two to three feet long. The cord was probably an eighth of an inch in diameter, made of nylon or polyester, and it looked like a boot lace, or perhaps a tent cord of some kind. As I watched Chris slid the thick string behind Scott’s huge set of monster balls, and then he made an overhand knot, and then, staring into Scott’s eyes he said, “I hate thieves, especially when they steal from me!” As he said the last word, he jerked the cord ends and the knot closed with a snap. Scott grunted, and bucked his hips, thrusting his stiff cock up and into the fist of the guy that was jerking him. He was struggling like a madman then, clearly not liking the feeling of that string strangling his enormous bull balls. As he fought the guys holding him down, he bucked his hips in a frenzy, which gave the impression he was trying to fuck the fist that was jacking him off. Then, his eyes went wide, and he grunted, and then a second after that he ejaculated.
I had seen enough porn films to be able to judge the size and power of a man's load, and was proud of the fact that my big cock and balls could produce a money shot to rival the most prodigious loads of the porn stars. But I had never in my life seen anything like Scott's magnificent, monumental cum load.
The first wad of cum was an unbroken rope of creamy white spunk as thick as a pencil and every bit of 5 feet long. It erupted from his throbbing, pulsating cock with such force and power that it struck several of the gang members, some standing more than a dozen feet away. The stunned men began to scatter, but were not able to clear a path quickly enough, and were quickly lashed with half a dozen more rapid-fire ropes of Scott's thick ball batter, which hung in huge festoons from their hair and their clothes like they were being covered in thick and pearlescent silly string.
Even as Scott was shooting out his magnificent load, Chris finished tying the ball-strangling cord into a double knot, and then left the two ends hanging down between Scott’s legs, going almost to his knees. The guy jerking his cock kept at it, taking my muscle-bound friend to even greater heights of ecstasy, and if anything, increasing the intensity of his orgasm.
The laughing gang members had by now cleared a path for Scott's epic load, and my friend now had a clear shot to the side of his own pickup truck more than 20 feet away. As I watched in open mouthed wonder, the next massive wad shot from Scott's mighty cock like a rocket, blasting across the 20-foot gap with astonishing speed and striking the driver's side door with a loud and very wet SPLAT! Another shot, and then another, and then another and another and another, each as massive as the one before, and each erupting with the same super human force. I idly wondered just how far Scott's load would travel without any obstacles in the way. 30 feet?! 40 feet!?!
More than a dozen rapid-fire blasts had struck the truck door by this point, white washing almost the entire window and door with a thick shellac of incredibly thick ball batter. I couldn't believe the sheer volume of spunk coating that door - it was more than most men could produce in a whole year! Scott's jizz must have been incredibly dense with sperm as well, because the viscous goo ran as thick as molasses, very slowly oozing down the face of the door. Scott's huge sperm tanks were proving that they were no mere showpieces.
Scott just came and came and came like he was some sort of fucking sperm factory. The first 6 or 7 blasts had shot out in very quick succession, but then Scott's orgasm slowed down to a steady rhythm. His cock would PULSE for about a second and a half, jettisoning a mind blowingly HUGE wad of cum, relax for 2 or 3 seconds, and then would PULSE with another massive wad.
Finally, after about a minute and a half and at least three dozen slugs of cum, Scott's titanic load began to diminish. The loads became spaced farther and farther apart, and then at some time past the two-minute mark, they began to decrease in volume and intensity as well. After more than two and a half minutes of continual orgasm, the fountain of sperm from Scott's colossal cock finally ebbed and ceased.
All of the men present were speechless at the culmination of Scott's freakish display of hyper masculine virility. The handsome young muscle stud had just pounded out the almighty grand daddy of all monster loads, and every man present was in awe of Scott's achievement.
My eyes traveled from my panting friend to the truck and back again. An unbroken river of splooge stretched the 20-foot distance between the two, and I swear that more than a gallon of nut sludge had just pumped out of Scott's massive 14.5-inch horse cock.
(I later learned that the Scorpions had filmed the entire encounter - the various videos have gone viral on Xtube, of course. When I could bring myself to later watch those tapes, I counted 52 individual blasts of cum during Scott's orgasm, not counting the smaller burps of cum that occurred at the end of his extraordinary super human monster load).
Chris was the one to finally break the silence, saying, "DAAAAAAMN, dude!!! What the FUCK was that all about!?! You just came like a fucking fire hose!! I've never fucking seen anything like that in my life! You must be some kind of fucking MUTANT! No wonder you're so fucking buff; with balls like that, you must be fucking SWIMMING in testosterone!"
Chris walked forward, careful not to slip on the cum-soaked pavement, and helped haul the huge stud forward. Scott's beautiful blue eyes were wide open, and he was grimacing, the pain clearly visible on his face from the cord that was cinched up tight and now strangling his huge balls. The gang members forced him over to where the first sheet of plywood was waiting for him, and pushed it right up to Scott. Someone threaded the string ends through the big, 2-inch wide hole, and then they started working Scott's entire scrotum through the big hole in the board.
The 2-inch-wide hole cut in the face of the plywood should have been plenty wide enough to accommodate any man's balls, but Scott's mighty man fruits were each more than twice the size of the hole. I was sure that the gang members would quickly realize their mistake and cut a larger hole for Scott's monster nuts, but I was wrong. Instead, they pushed his gargantuan right nut up against the hole, and then started roughly poking and prodding the huge orb in an effort to stuff it through the hole.
Scott groaned and grimaced in pain as his mammoth but tender orb was roughly and viciously manhandled. The massive ball was incredibly tough and dense, and at first resisted all efforts to work it through the hole. But the men only grew rougher and more violent in their efforts, and soon the massive orb began to bulge and distort obscenely. Scott was bellowing in pain now, for the men were mauling and mangling his ball so hard that they were in real danger of causing the huge nut to burst in its huge sac.
The process was touch and go for many long moments, particularly when the huge orb was halfway through the hole, but with one last rough push, Scott's huge right ball plopped through to the other side of the hole and hung loose and heavy on the far side.
The gang members repeated the process with Scott's equally gigantic left ball, and soon it had joined its twin on the other side of the plywood sheet.
Chris gathered up the two loose ropes of nylon and began to pull hard, really stretching Scott's huge sack of balls outward. I couldn't believe how far Chris was stretching Scott's huge balls, and as I watched in stunned horror, Chris pulled even harder, his muscular arm bulging with the strain. Scott's normal 4-inch dangle had been rapidly stretched to 5 inches, and then 6. Now, as I watched Chris strain against Scott's mighty ball cords, he viciously yanked Scott's screaming orbs to 7 inches, and then 8 inches, doubling their normal dangle!
Scott was once again bellowing in agony and struggling to break free, but more than half a dozen big gang members held the huge muscle stud steady. Chris clearly wasn't done with him yet, and kept stretching Scott's bull balls farther and farther.
9 inches!
Scott's ball cords were as taut as bowstrings, and could actually be seen bulging through the thinning skin of his silky ballsac.
10 inches!!
Scott's powerful ball cords could snap at any moment, pulled beyond any conceivable human limit.
11 inches!!!
Scott's ballsac looked like a gigantic flesh-filled balloon at the end of an impossibly narrow neck of supremely overstretched scrotum. The neck of his massive sac was now less than half an inch thick, containing all of the important cords, tubes, and blood vessels that kept Scott's huge balls alive and firmly rooted to his crotch. Chris seemed determined to tear Scott's balls clean off of his body.
12 inches!!!!!
Scott's balls were now stretched out a full FOOT from his body, actually TRIPLING their normal dangle!! Scott was howling in animal agony, and I couldn't believe that his balls hadn't yet been torn off. The huge muscle stud truly had ball cords of steel! But I knew that even a powerful stud like him couldn't endure such an extreme stretch for long, and I was terrified that Scott's ball cords would finally give way and his spectacularly oversized balls would be ripped from his crotch.
With Scott's fat scrotum stretched out like that, and his balls bulging so bright red and shiny they looked like they could burst forth from his bag at any moment, it was a simple matter for the gang members to pull the top of his sack down into the slit beneath the hole, so that the necked down portion of his scrotum was within the thin crack, and his big balls were on the outside of the board.
They pulled Scott's huge nuts all the way down the crack, with Chris keeping the young man's straining scrotum pulled supremely taut the entire time, until the massive orbs were at the very bottom of the slit. Only then did Chris Harriman release the nylon ropes, allowing Scott's huge balls to snap back toward his groin like they had been released from a sling shot. The huge orbs struck the plywood with a dull and meaty THUD!, and then dropped down to the bottom of their sac, laying huge and inviting -- and completely vulnerable -- on the far side of the plywood.
The gang members then fished the ends of the cord back through the ½ inch hole that was drilled just below the crack. Chris made the final knot then, working between Scott’s legs and tying the ends of the rope again and again around the thick root of Scott's rock hard penis. Chris tied the final knot incredibly tight, choking Scott's huge fuck tool and making it bulge even larger and thicker. The huge veins that ran up and down the mighty shaft bulged out even thicker, and the huge cock began to darken, for Chris had squeezed down on the massive organ's blood supply. It was clear that Scott's huge dick was not going to go soft until it was released, or Scott was dead, whichever came first.
With a laugh, they suddenly released Scott, and he stumbled, grabbing the two sides of the big sheet of plywood with his big hands, staggering against the awkwardness of the big board. His massive nuts were on one side of the plywood, all bunched up and tight in his sack, and the rest of him was on the other side of the board. He couldn’t see where he was going, and all he could do was stand there, staggering, trying to walk while holding the 4 x 8 sheet of plywood through which his tied balls protruded.
Then it was my turn. I fought with everything I had! Chris Harriman looped another cord around my balls, and then he made a loose loop with the string as the boy holding my cock continued to jerk my shaft up and down. Time seemed to stand still, and they didn’t seem to be in a hurry.
After another minute or so I felt my nuts start to boil, and then Chris looked at me and said, “You’ve got a nice thick dick guy, yeah, and your nut sac is big as well. They're nothin' special when compared to your friend over there, of course, but you're still a well-hung stud. Seems a waste to risk it by stealing from the Scorpions. Pretty stupid thing to do actually!"
"You like that?" he continued. "Do you like Lance jerking your rod? Ah….I think you do. Well, go ahead. Shoot your load! Shoot it out and empty those big balls! It’s the last load of seed you are ever gonna shoot in your life, so enjoy it and pump out your wad for me. When you cum I’m going to cinch this knot tight, and when I do I’m gonna strangle your nads and start your castration!”
I started to beg him.
“Please…..don’t do this. I… I don’t want to cum. Please, please let us go!”
The feeling built, and my eyes went wide open, and then he said, “You don’t want to cum? Fuck that. I said shoot your wad thief, and I meant it! DO IT NOW!”
And, almost as if my cock was his to control, I started to ejaculate.
I came harder and shot more jism than I had ever shot in my life. There was nothing I could do to prevent it, and I grunted out my load as the red-headed youth forced it from my balls. A dozen thick and copious ropes spewed out of my cock, streaking the ground with my white and creamy goo. It was a hell of a load by any estimation.
Then, as he pumped my cock and I squirted out my jism, all of the pleasure was suddenly replaced by this sharp stab of pain, which was so intense it cannot be adequately described. I felt like someone had literally kicked me in the balls while I was cumming. I grunted, and he laughed, along with several of the gang members watching, and then he jerked the cord again making a second knot on top of the first, and it was then that I realized my balls had been tied. OH SHIT! He had tied them so tight there was no way for my blood to get to them! It was then I realized it was all really happening! OH FUCK!! I WAS REALLY GOING TO BE CASTRATED!!!
I begged them then like there was no tomorrow, but they just laughed. Then I was suddenly jerked to my feet, even as my cock finished spewing out the last of my jism. While two guys held my arms they brought the second sheet of plywood over to me, and I could feel them fishing my tied balls through the two-inch hole. Unlike Scott, they shoved my entire scrotum through the hole in one go without any problems. They then pulled on the strings hard, stretching out the skin between my body and my tied off balls, but not nearly as hard as they had done to Scott. I think they realized that my big balls were merely mortal, and would never survive such abuse.
In short order, they pulled my trapped nuts down into the crack so that my entire bag was on the other side of the plywood than the rest of me. That hurt like hell! Once my bag of nuts was at the bottom of the slit, they ran the ends of the cord back through the smaller hole that was there next to them, and then Chris Harriman tied them, and after that I was literally connected to the big sheet of plywood by my balls, with my entire bag of nuts on one side and me on the other.
They let me go then, and the board started to fall forward, pulling on my nuts, and for a second I thought it was going to pull my balls right off! I grabbed the board and held it, and that took off the pressure, but then someone pushed on the board and I started to fall backwards. Someone else caught me and pushed me back up by my shoulders, and I stumbled, taking several steps as I grasped the board. It was very difficult to step forward, because the board was in the way, and with my balls jammed through the slit there was no way to get enough space to walk, and so I was forced to shuffle my feet to take a step. OH GOD! I staggered, and lost my balance, and then I almost fell forward! My arms were stretched out to the sides, holding onto that board with a death grip, and there was no way to let go of the board to reach down to where my nuts were. I couldn’t reach them, and it was immediately apparent to me that there was no way I could get my balls pulled back through the slit. I was literally secured by my balls to the piece of plywood I had stolen!
I couldn’t see where I was going either, as the big sheet of plywood was several feet taller than my head, and it was heavy too. I had to lift up on the board because if I didn’t then the weight of it seemed to pull downward on my balls and it felt like it was going to rip them off. I knew they were tied, and I knew they weren’t getting enough of a blood supply, and so it was all too obvious that if something didn’t change I’d end up castrated no matter what. I was begging them for mercy, but my cries for help fell on deaf ears. They were all grinning instead, seeming to enjoy my predicament and laughing at the way I was struggling to hold the board and keep from falling. I tried to turn, to move so I could see the leader and beg him face to face, but I couldn’t see anything in front of me.
Suddenly, I felt someone push me forward again, and for a second I thought I was going to fall flat, and I had the realization that if I did I’d literally fall flat onto my balls! Someone caught me though, and then I was pulled sideways, and then someone else pushed the board and I fell forward again. They seemed to be pushing me in some direction, but the 4 x 8 sheet of plywood was too big to see around, so I had no control of where I was going. I was desperate, but there was nothing I could do! The board was getting heavier it seemed, and the only way to take the weight off was to set it onto something, like my foot, but every single time I tried to do that someone shoved me again, so that I staggered. They weren’t going to let me take a rest! Then, someone gave a big push to my back, and this time I lost my balance completely, and as I tripped I knew right then my balls were history.
I screamed “NOOOOOOOOO!” as I started to fall, thinking for sure I was going to drop right onto the pavement, and onto my balls, but instead the board slammed into the side of Scott’s truck, so that I came to a rest with the top of my plywood resting on the side of his truck, and nothing but air beneath the plywood. The truck had saved me!
I was about half way to horizontal, and laying flat at a 45 degree angle to the ground, and totally helpless then. I couldn’t get up, and my feet could barely reach the ground. The one change was that I could see over the top of the board then, and Scott was on the other side of his truck, also leaning against it, secured to his board by his scrotum in the same manner I was secured to mine. The plywood was bending under my weight in an arc, and it was pulling down on my balls, and so it was almost as if I was jutting my groin forward as if I was trying to fuck the plywood I was laying on. Scott and I stared at each other, and into the empty bed of his truck, while the gang laughed at our predicament.
There was nothing we could do! About then I looked over to the side and my eyes caught Scott's little brother, and he was being held by more of the gang and it was immediately obvious he wasn’t going to be able to help. They had stripped him too so he was also naked, with his eighteen-year-old cock up and eager with a full erection.
I was stunned in amazement yet again, for Jeffrey's cock was every bit as thick and huge as his brother's, and his massive bull balls almost as big as well. The genes for massive endowments clearly ran strong in Scott's family! Jeffrey's cock was now jutting forward, proud and eager, and I feared what the gang members intended to do with the defenseless kid.
But in spite of his huge dick and massive balls, the rest of his Jeffrey's body was totally smooth and he still looked more like a boy than a man to me. He had big muscles, that was for sure, more muscles than an 18-year-old had any right possessing, but he was still clearly a teenager. His relatively slender frame made his pole seem even bigger by comparison.
Jeffrey wasn’t tied to a board, but still his young cock was rock hard, and two gang members were holding onto his arms. The red headed gang member, the same one with the freckled face that had just jerked me off, had gone to him by then, and that boy was now holding my friend’s brother’s cock in his fist, playing with it, flicking his thumb over the head of it and clearly keeping it eager and ready. Then, Chris Harriman said to Jeffrey, “So, what do you think? Do you want to fuck a sheet of stolen plywood too?”
Jeffrey was in a panic, begging Chris, telling him he didn’t steal their plywood and didn’t have anything to do with it. Scott and I yelled out too, backing up his story, begging Chris to let him go.
“God….man, please! He’s my little brother!" cried Scott. "He’s only eighteen! Please man, he didn’t steal your plywood! He didn’t! He’s innocent – I swear! Please, don’t hurt him man! Please! I’m begging you! He’s just a kid man! He’s never even fucked anyone before!”
Chris looked at Jeffrey, and said, “Is that true? You really a virgin boy?”
Jeffrey nodded, and Chris laughed, and then he said, “Ummmmmm. Well, I’ll tell you what. You might be a boy, but you’ve got a huge, hard dick like a man. You sure seem anxious to fuck something! Well, you see these two fuckers in front of you? They stole from me. And I’m gonna make examples of them, and teach them a lesson they will never forget. I am tempted to punish you as well, but perhaps you are telling the truth, and you aren’t the thief; but you hang with thieves. So I should make an example of you as well just for being stupid enough to be here. But, maybe, maybe I’ll be generous, and besides, I’m in the mood for some entertainment. So, yeah, I’ll give you one chance, virgin boy. One chance. These thieves need to be taught a lesson, and I want you to teach them. And, who knows, you might even enjoy it. Yeah, you might. But if you want to keep those freakin’ huge swinging balls of yours, then you are going to have to do exactly what I say, and if you refuse, then I swear to God I’ll take your nuts.”
Scott's brother, his voice cracking like a pubescent teenager, said, “I’LL DO ANYTHING MAN! I SWEAR! ”
Chris laughed, and then he said, “Well, I hope you mean it.”
Then, turning to the guys who were holding him, he said, “Let the kid go. He’s gonna put on a show for us.”
As they released Jeffrey, Chris Harriman said, “OK kid, prove yourself. I want you to fuck these two, and I mean fuck them hard, and if you do, if you can do that, then I’ll believe you and I’ll let you go. If you fuck both of them and fill their holes with your cream, then I’ll let you keep your balls. But if you won’t, or can’t, then I’m gonna put you on another piece of stolen plywood, and you can fuck that instead and lose your massive scrotum in the process. So, what’s it gonna be, fuck two thieves, or fuck a piece of plywood?”
Oh GOD!
I started to say something in protest, but then almost immediately I felt my underwear being shoved in my mouth, and somebody duct taped it in place. Scott was likewise gagged, and then Jeffrey was brought over to me, behind me, and I tried to turn around to face him, to beg him, but I was slapped on my head by somebody whenever I tried to look at him. Instead, Chris Harriman put his mouth in my ear and said, “You stare at your friend over there, and feel his brother’s monster cock in your ass. It’s your last fuck you’re gonna have while you’re still a man. I suggest you enjoy it.”
I felt a couple of guys spreading my legs then, pulling my ankles apart, and as that was being done the weight of my body started to try and slide down the board, but my balls were tight in the slit and so I didn’t really move. I felt the increased pressure on my bag, pulling upward on my entire scrotum, and it was a terrible feeling.
One of the gang members was holding a grease gun, and with a nod from Chris Harriman he pushed it into my rectum, and then he gave the handle a few pumps and filled my ass with lube. I tossed my head back, and grunted. OH GOD HE WAS GETTING ME READY TO BE FUCKED!
Scott's brother hesitated, and started to whimper, but Chris said, “Do it boy. Fuck this bastard's hole. It’s all greased up like a whore’s pussy, just for you. Go ahead. If you’ve never fucked anything, you’re gonna like it. Hell, you might like it a lot.”
I stared at Scott, and he stared at me.
Time seemed to stand still.
I stared straight ahead, and the fear gripped me. But there was nothing I could do. Suddenly, I felt Jeffrey's 18-year-old dick against my hole, and I shook and struggled and tried to squeeze my muscles and shut my ass closed. But Chris Harriman said, “That’s it boy. That’s it. Go ahead and fuck him. Fuck his hole and shove your pole all the way in! He deserves it, and so do you. His nuts are dying on the vine, and you’re about to be far more of a man than either of these fuckers will ever be again. Go ahead, and fuck that tight hole! His legs are spread, and it’s greased and ready. Hell, he’s begging for it!”
My eyes were wide open, and then I felt Scott's kid brother as he pushed his 14.5-inch horse dick into me. It felt like he was splitting me in half on his monster log, and I screamed and screamed into my gag. But Jeffrey was relentless, and soon I took the full length of his massive teenage sausage up my ass, and I tossed my head back and grunted in shame.
Scott's brother was fucking me! I couldn’t stop him of course, and with the gang holding my ankles apart there was nothing I could do. He went all the way in with is first thrust, and I felt the end of his cock hit my prostate. GOD! After that I could feel his huge penis sliding in and out of my rectum, in and out. Jeffrey just did it, fast, fucking his first hole and moving his hips like an amateur. Still, he fucked me, and his massive cock went all the way in with every stroke, filling my ass well beyond overflowing. His dick was so thick that my sphincter just could not relax to accommodate it, and so the fuck was incredibly painful. It was also so damn humiliating I can’t describe it, as all of the gang members watched me being fucked like a whore.
As I felt his cock slamming into my prostate I was totally humiliated, and yet even so I grew hard again, and then harder still. I was getting an erection while he was fucking me! I know my face was red with shame, and yet the feeling grew and the stimulation I was feeling as the end of his cock pounded my prostate was totally unexpected. OH GOD I GOT SO FUCKING HARD! Then, I started to grunt. I could hear myself doing it, and I tried not to, but he was thrusting hard and going in deep, and I couldn’t help myself.
A few minutes later I lost control and to my surprise I ejaculated all over again, and as the muscles in my groin tried to squeeze my hole shut in rhythmic contractions, they put Scott's brother over the edge and brought him past the point of no return. As I was ejaculating, Scott's 18-year-old brother gasped, and then he yelled out “OH GOD. OH GOD I’M CUMMING!”
And right after that I felt Jeffrey's huge load of teenage jism jetting into my hole. As he and I ejaculated together he gasped, and then he said, “OH GOD….THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!! HIS ASS IS MILKING ME!!”
I could feel the wet rush of heat from each powerful blast of cum, and it felt like someone had shoved a garden hose up my ass and turned the water pressure on high. The kid was literally flooding my guts with teenage cum, and his orgasm was just beginning. If he was anything like his brother, I knew that I would be enduring a long and extremely wet pounding.
With my fresh load of spunk gluing my rock hard cock to the plywood, I could do nothing but moan and whimper as Jeffrey continued to violently pound my ass and fill me with his seed. After a dozen or so blasts, I could feel Jeffrey's hot spunk begin to leak out of my supremely overstretched ass. As more and more cum was pumped into my butt, it began to pour out of my ass in a river, and then squirt out with each thrust of the kid's slender but powerful hips. I could even feel my belly start to distend as the flood of thick male juices tried to find somewhere to go.
Finally, after more than two minutes that had stretched into an eternity, Jeffrey finished pumping out his monster load and collapsed on top of me, temporarily spent.
There was a burst of laughter, and more than a few of the gang members clapped at the show. Yeah, the gang was enjoying every single minute of my misery.
After Scott's brother shot his wad in my ass he just lay there with his hard cock inside me, and I could feel it and it was a terrible feeling. It was like he had bested me, turned me into a woman to mount and to massage his dick with the muscles of my ass. I was a whore, my ass stuffed with his cock, and suddenly I was envious, envious of his 14.5-inch rod and his huge hanging scrotum. I was being castrated, and he had a lifetime of fucking ahead of him. It just suddenly seemed so damn unfair! My face was red with shame, and I stared with wide open eyes and felt his pole impaling me. He had literally fucked my ass like a woman’s pussy! To top it all off, he seemed to relish in the triumph of what he had done, and he wasn’t in any hurry to pull out his cock. As he lay against me he was breathing hard, and sweating, and it was a terrible feeling as his cock slowly softened and he enjoyed the afterglow of his first sexual experience. He had fucked me, and my ass was filled with his seed! NO!
It was several minutes before he pulled out of me. A thick gush of hot spunk followed as my guts tried to expel the majority of the young teenager's gargantuan load. I could feel the warm flow run down my legs as it poured off the face of the plywood sheet.
Chris was patting Jeffrey on his back, and the gang members were all laughing. Somebody slapped my ass then, and then they let go of my ankles and I was able to put my tiptoes back on the ground and take some of the pressure off of my stretched out balls. I felt totally violated, and I could feel the remnants of Scott's brother’s sperm dripping out of my gaping hole as my own trapped balls ached, the cord around them strangling them of their blood supply. For some reason my mind wandered to my girlfriend, and the thought occurred to me that I’d probably never fuck her again. Oh GOD! I sure didn’t want to lose my balls!
Jeffrey's spent dick wilted after he fucked me, but Chris Harriman told him he needed to get it up again if he wanted to keep his balls. He tried, and I saw him jerking on his spent pole to try and get hard again, but he had just come and I think he was too nervous. After several minutes of trying nothing was happening, and Chris Harriman was starting to get annoyed. Scott's brother was really working his cock, which was huge even when soft, at least 10 inches long and thick as a beer can. He was beating his meat in front of the entire gang, trying to get his dick up one more time so he could fuck another guy’s ass. His own brother’s ass, in fact. Chris Harriman watched him jerk and sweat for several minutes, and then he turned to the red headed boy and said, “Lance, help the kid out. He needs to get it up one more time.”
After he said that, the red headed boy who had jerked my cock came up to Jeffrey again, and went down on his knees and without a word he opened his mouth and then just sucked in the kid's huge pole right into his mouth, grabbing the back of his ass and pulling him towards his face. He started working his lips up and down Scott's brother's soft rod then, and as he did that Jeffrey looked down at the teenage boy who was sucking his pole, and then he gasped, his eyes going wide as he experienced his very his first blow job. It was obviously an incredible feeling for the kid, and as he felt that boy’s lips swallowing his cock it did the trick, and right after that once again Scott's brother’s rod responded to the occasion, rising to attention like a proud soldier ready to do its duty. In less than a minute after that, Jeffrey closed his eyes and went fully hard, as stiff as he was before he had fucked me. As talented as that redhead was, though, even he couldn't choke down that massive schlong at full mast, so the final couple of inches were added with more manual manipulation.
All it took was the stimulation of feeling another guy’s lips on his dick, and after only a few minutes of sucking he was rock hard and eager all over again like only a teenage boy can be.
While he was being sucked hard, they used the grease gun on Scott and lubed up his huge muscular ass, getting it ready for his turn at being fucked. He didn’t have to wait long. Once they had his brother hard again, he was walked over behind Scott and was soon fucking my best friend’s ass while I watched. This time Jeffrey was very eager, his eyes wide and excited, almost as if he was looking forward to what he was doing. He shoved the entire huge rod right to the root on the very first thrust, bursting his brother's cherry and causing Scott to scream in extreme agony. I was directly across from them, and I could see Scott’s expression of agony and disbelief as he too took his teenage brother’s hard cock up his hole for the first time in his life.
Jeffrey slammed his 14.5-inch rod in and out of my best friend’s ass like he was some sort of mechanical piston on overdrive, grunting and sweating as he fucked Scott fast and hard. He was really into it this time! As I was watching Jeffrey fuck my best friend I thought of what we had said when we were in the truck, the way we had kidded Scott's brother about his virginity and telling him perhaps he should try fucking a guy’s ass instead of chasing pussy. At the time it had all been in jest, but as it turned out our advice was now our own reality. Damn!
Scott's brother was sweating, and it was clearly harder for him to cum a second time, especially so soon after his recent cum dump in my burning ass, and he was slamming into Scott with deep penetrating thrusts as he fucked my best friend with a vengeance. The entire piece of plywood squeaked as it slid up and down against the side of Scott’s truck, and yet Scott's brother never slowed or stopped but just fucked him like a machine. Jeffrey’s eyes were closed, and he was into it, lost with the feeling of his cock buried in Scott’s ass, feeling the tightness of his man hole and the heat from his massively muscular body.
At some point, many long minutes into the brutal fuck session, I saw Scott’s eyes go wider, and he grunted again, staring at me as he ejaculated a second load against the plywood board that trapped his balls. Scott's magnificent body arched backward as he hit orgasm, and such was the astounding length of his monster cock that, by lifting his chest and upper abs up off of the plywood, his swollen cock head and a fair portion of the thick shaft were revealed.
How could I tell that Scott was cumming? Because his very first wad struck me full in the face! That's right, my best friend was such a freaking mega stud that his load shot up and over the bed of his pickup, and landed on my fucking face!
Scott began pumping out cum as if he hadn't cum in a month, the anal stimulation no doubt pushing him over the edge. Slug after massive slug of cum erupted out of his gargantuan horse cock, sailing high overhead to land with loud, wet splats all over me and the pavement behind me. Though his first wad hit me in the face, coating it with his hot goo, the subsequent wads shot out with even greater power, landing on my back and legs, and on the ground behind me. I had a front row seat to what had to be the most incredible rain shower of spunk the world had ever seen!
A few seconds after Scott had begun cumming, Jeffrey’s eyes opened wide, and then he started to grunt, and then while I stared into his face he shot his second wad into his own brother's hole. As he was doing it, Chris Harriman laughed. He was standing behind Jeffrey as he was fucking Scott, and as he shot his load Chris reached out and cupped his huge young balls, feeling his bag as it emptied its contents of what was left of his sperm.
After Jeffrey finished, he just stayed there again, catching his breath, and his entire body was glistening with sweat. Chris Harriman leaned over to Scott's brother and whispered into his ear, then he tussled his hair and patted him on his bare ass. Jeffrey pulled out then, and a gusher of goo erupted from Scott's well fucked hole as Jeffrey removed his spent cock and pulled it free.
It was done. We had both been fucked, and fucked hard! Chris told Jeffrey he had done a good job and had worked hard enough to save his own balls. After that Chris said, “I like you kid. Yeah…I really do. If you ever want to become a Scorpion, you let me know.”
Then, turning to the rest of the gang, he said, “OK. Let’s get this done. Get their gags off, and then stand ‘em up. I want to hear them scream when they lose their balls.”
OH GOD! THEY WERE GOING TO CASTRATE US NOW!
Somebody came over to me then and ripped off the duct tape, and I spit out my underwear. At the same time they stood me up again, so that I was forced to hold onto the plywood, again unable to see where I was going. I tried to put the board down, to take some of the pressure off of my balls, but when I did that I was unable to move my hips away from the board, because my balls were trapped against the plywood, so that in effect the only way to set the board down was to lean forward, and that was very precarious. It wasn’t possible to keep your balance if you put the board down, and I knew if I lost my balance I’d fall, and if I fell then I’d fall flat onto the ground and my trapped scrotum would be underneath me.
But the piece of plywood was too heavy to just hold it in the air forever, and I was getting tired. It was a struggle to keep my balance and try and not fall. My arms were shaking, and growing more tired by the second. I started to panic. I caught a glance of Scott’s board, and his enormous bag of nuts were clearly pulled through his board, and his entire scrotum was just bulging outward like a gigantic meat balloon, tied together so that his individual balls were stretching the skin tight in his bag. His huge balls looked even bigger isolated and sticking through the plywood, and seemed to be the size of huge grapefruits. They were just sticking out of that board all by themselves, and they were starting to turn darker, clearly not getting their usual blood supply. As I saw them I of course knew my own smaller bag of nuts was likewise equally vulnerable, and I was scared shitless. I was begging then, begging with all that I had, and Scott too was crying out and begging for mercy. But the gang just laughed, and watched us stagger around with our trapped nuts on one side of our plywood boards and us on the other, our arms growing ever more tired as we struggled to carry the weight of the plywood we were hooked to.
The gang pushed me in different directions, playing a game of sorts, and as they did they worked me around so I was behind Scott’s truck. Likewise, they were doing the same thing to Scott, pushing on his plywood ball prison, then catching him just before he fell. Then, after several minutes of that, Chris Harriman walked up in front of me, and then I looked up and saw him slip one end of a chain through the hole in the top of my board and snap it closed with a carabineer. With the chain secured to the top of the piece of plywood I was hooked so Chris could pull directly on the chain, and that in turn pulled on the top of my piece of plywood. I tried to back away, and then I felt him pull on it with a little jerk, and when he did I almost tripped, but somehow held the board against the strain. He laughed, and pulled harder, and I tried to hold onto the board, but I took a step forward and almost fell over. I was screaming in desperation, begging him to please stop, to please let me go. I told him I had learned my lesson, and that I was sorry for taking his plywood. But he didn’t seem to care, and as the board seemed to grow heavier and my cries more desperate, I knew time was running out for me. Chris Harriman jerked on the chain again, laughing as he did so, and the top of my board jerked as he did, and I almost lost my balance once again. He was playing with me, and everyone watching laughed.
Then he said, “Ok you fucker, it’s time to pay up your debt for stealing.” As he said that, he jerked that chain again harder, and this time I staggered, then started to lose my balance, and before I could regain it he jerked on that chain one more time, and then suddenly I was falling, falling forward, holding onto the board as it fell through space.
I had this moment where I was hoping somebody would stop my fall, but nobody did, and then as I fell toward the ground I screamed in a panic. I was still screaming when I hit the asphalt, falling directly onto my balls, and then when I hit a pain shot up through my groin that is beyond description. I think my right ball ruptured then, but I can’t be sure. What I know for certain was when I fell flat on that board it was like a horse had kicked me in the balls, and the shooting pain radiated up through my groin and I suddenly realized I was literally laying flat on my balls, and they were now crushed underneath me and trapped between the plywood and the asphalt of the warehouse parking lot. I screamed in a wild primal scream that really can’t be described. Oh I tried to get free, but my crushed nuts held me firmly to the plywood, and I banged my head onto the board in frustration. I knew I was literally being castrated at that point, and there was nothing I could do about it! My own weight was crushing my sac and flattening my manhood!
The gang burst out laughing at my misery, and Chris Harriman said, “Yeah…how do your balls feel now fucker? You stole from me and you deserve what you’re feeling! I hope your balls hurt like hell!”
Then, Chris Harriman turned to Scott’s piece of plywood, and used another carabineer to attach a piece of chain to the top of Scott’s plywood board, and once that was done he said, “Okay Mr. Huge Nuts! It's YOUR turn to flatten your scrotum!!”
Scott was screaming for mercy, but Chris Harriman started playing with him the way he had played with me. Scott staggered around, and almost toppled several times, only his quick reflexes and awesome strength keeping him upright at the last moment. He was begging, while the gang laughed.
Then, as I watched, Chris jerked really hard on the chain, which jerked the top of Scott’s board and this time that was enough for him to lose his balance and start to fall forward. It all just seemed to happen in slow motion. He was falling right next to me, and from my position on the ground I was staring up at him and his plywood prison and his exposed big fat scrotum, stuffed with his two big fist-sized eggs. I watched his exposed balls all the way as he and they fell forward, and I was the last person on this earth to see his bag before he landed on it and crushed his own nuts with his awesome body weight. As he hit the pavement and flattened his balls, I heard Scott scream, a sound that was primal, more animal than human even, and after that he too was laying flat on top of his plywood board, with his giant scrotum smashed underneath of him! His face was white, and he was thrashing about on the board, in a total panic, screaming like an animal as his smashed nuts sent waves of pain to his brain. I realized that with the weight of the plywood sheet, there was over 300 pounds bearing down on Scott's gigantic nuts! I was convinced that surely even Scott's huge mega nuts must have exploded under all of that weight.
It was a terrible feeling, and I was screaming too, and there we lay, the two of us, side by side on the boards we had stolen, laying on our own balls which were now being squashed underneath our bodies.
Nobody moved for a while, and the gang just laughed as they looked at us. I tried to lift myself up, but my balls were still holding me tight to the board, and it wasn’t possible to even raise my hips off of the board. I could reach out past the board, but it wasn’t possible to push it up with my hands, as there was no leverage, and so there was nothing I could do to get the pressure off of my nuts. I was literally smashing them with the weight of my own body!
I looked over again at Scott, and saw that as he struggled, his plywood sheet would tip first one way and then another, almost like it was some sort of see-saw. With a start, I realized that at least one of Scott's balls must still be intact and struggling to survive, remaining solid and whole and forcing the plywood to rock back and forth over it. On some strange level, I was intensely proud of my big balled friend, proud of the strength and size of his enormous testicles.
As I was struggling, I watched Chris slowly walk up behind Scott and step onto the plywood. Scott bellowed in renewed agony, his massive muscles bulging and flexing dramatically as he struggled to find some way, any way, to take the pressure off of his screaming nuts. Chris moved forward until he was standing right between Scott's massive legs, adding his full weight onto the board that was flattening Scott's balls. I saw the plywood squash down just a little farther onto Scott's giant orbs, but somehow they STILL held. Scott bellowed even louder, and the men all laughed.
Chris motioned for more of his cohorts to step forward, and instructed them one by one to join him on the plywood platform. Eight men gathered around the perimeter of the board, and I could see that Chris had selected the biggest and heaviest of his gang members - none weighed less than 200 pounds, and a few looked like they approached Scott's own massive 285. At Chris' instruction, each man stepped onto the closest edge of the platform, and began to add their weight to the force bearing down on Scott's mightily struggling bull balls.
Scott thrashed and screamed as the weight on his balls grew heavier and heavier, and from my unique vantage point, I could see the plywood pressing harder and harder down upon Scott's agonizing balls. Bit by bit, the life was being crushed out of those huge spuds, yet they continued to refuse to burst.
The gathered gang members started taking bets on when Scott's balls would rupture, and it became a hilarious game to all of them.
Chris would have each of the men inch forward closer to Scott, just a little bit at a time, dragging out the huge muscle stud's castration as long as possible. It was horrifying to watch, and even more horrible to hear. Not only were my best friend's howls and screams of pain causing tears to stream from my eyes, but I also began to hear a terrible crunching and squelching sound come from beneath the plywood, and I knew that couldn't mean anything good for Scott's huge elephant nuts.
After about 20 minutes, all 8 of the gang members were standing as close as possible to Scott's groin, linking arms to maintain their balance in such close quarters. I realized in sick wonder that, with the weight of 10 men bearing down on his balls (8 gang member, Chris, and Scott himself), there was well over 2,000 pounds bearing down on Scott's huge sperm tanks! More than a full fucking TON of weight!! The gap between the plywood and the asphalt had been narrowed to a mere fraction of an inch, but it was not yet flat, meaning that Scott's nuts were miraculously, impossibly still intact! I both admired my friend for his awesome strength, and pitied him that the mighty resilience of his bull balls was only prolonging his torture and pain.
Chris suddenly noticed that a thick puddle of creamy white goo was beginning to ooze out to either side of Scott's belly and hips, and he ordered his closest men to lift up Scott's arms and pull his upper torso up off of the plywood sheet. When they did so, they could see that Scott's mammoth cock was still rock hard, and was pouring forth a continuous stream of extremely chunky, pearly white fluid. The awesome weight bearing down on Scott's tortured plums was actually crushing the sperm right out of them! A quart or more of the stuff must have poured out already, and the pool continued to grow even as the men watched.
Chris exclaimed, "I got to hand it to you, dude - you are one hell of a fucking stud! I wouldn't have thought that any man could endure the sort of abuse you have today, and still remain intact. I am fucking impressed man! Those fucking monster balls of yours are truly balls of steel!!"
"It's really a shame that you had to cross me like this, as I can always use someone in my gang with your sorts of talents. Awesome good looks, a fucking massive physique, a dick of death, and the biggest, toughest pair of balls on the planet - yeah, you could have been my right-hand man. But you had to go and steal from me."
"So, muscle stud, it's time to pay the piper...WITH YOUR BALLS!!!"
Chris then leapt into the air and landed with all of his weight onto Scott's huge muscular ass, driving his weight directly down onto the huge man's nearly busted nuts. I heard a sound like gristle tearing just before a fresh bellow of agony was torn from Scott's lungs.
At that same moment, a huge jet of cum erupted from Scott's overinflated and distended horse cock. The straining beast of a cock was nearly parallel with the ground, so the huge rope of cum traveled "only" about 6 or 8 feet, painting a thick line of creamy white goo on the dark asphalt.
Encouraged by both the huge ribbon of cum and the crunching sounds emanating from Scott's crumbling testicles, Chris jumped again, and again, and again and again and again and again. Each time he jumped, he produced the same result - a massive, mighty wad of stud spunk would blast from Scott's turgid horse cock, accompanied by the young man's screams and the crunching and squishing sounds from his balls.
This torture was just too cruel, and I began praying for Scott's huge eggs to crack, just to spare him further agony. But his balls just stubbornly refused to pop. Chris jumped up and down 10 times, 20 times, 30 times, and STILL Scott's balls refused to burst.
After about 40 stomps, however, everyone noticed that the size of the slugs of cum erupting from Scott's bull balls was beginning to diminish. Could it be that they were finally making Scott's huge cum tanks sperm out?
After 50 stomps, only a small squirt of watery cum would jet out a few feet, and after 60 stomps, the merest dribble of cum would pour out. Scott's balls were utterly spermed out! Chris jumped up and down a dozen or so times more just to be sure, but no more sperm came out of Scott's throbbing, aching cock.
Chris whispered something to the 8 men gathered on the platform with him, and the on the count of three, all 9 men jumped up in the air and came down at the same time onto the plywood sheet, driving over a ton of weight down into Scott's already bruised and battered balls.
The recoil was awesome. Scott's magnificent muscles bulged and flexed so powerfully and enormously that I thought he would tear himself apart. The primal wail of agony that erupted from his lungs made even the gathered gang members wince, some even covering their ears. And somehow, from some well of sperm hidden deep in the very heart of Scott's titanic testicles, a final slug of cum burst forth, a short but thick wad of creamy jism, which shot out to join its brothers that were slowly cooling and oozing across the black asphalt of the parking lot. NOW, Scott was indeed completely spermed out.
At the same moment, an extremely loud CRACK! could be heard. The thick plywood board, weakened by all the hammering and pounding, had shattered in the center, loudly cracked and splintered as Scott's balls erupted from the rent torn in the wood. The bellowing young stud arched his back in extreme, inhuman agony as his horribly bruised, battered, but still INTACT balls burst free from the shattered inch-thick wood!
Scott’s handsome blond head slumped forward in exhaustion, and for several long moments, the only sound that could be heard was the young man’s labored breathing. Everyone else was stunned into silence, not able to believe what they had just seen. Scott’s humongous and awesomely tough bull balls had just survived being crushed by more than a ton of weight, and had further proved their phenomenal strength by bursting through an inch of plywood! It just wasn’t humanly possible!!!
Chris recovered first, and angrily shouted for Scott to be hauled to his feet. The other gang members rushed to comply, and as Scott’s hugely muscular form was lifted up, I could see that his goliath balls were a dark angry red from all of the strangulation and abuse, and were starting to turn an ugly shade of purple with fresh bruises. Though they were clearly badly mauled and mangled, Scott’s mighty balls were still very much alive!
An infuriated Chris grasped the extraordinarily tender balls in one hand, roughly yanking them down to the bottom of their bruised sack, and then started pistoning his other fist into the trapped horse nuts over and over and over again. Each powerful uppercut ripped a fresh bellow of agony out of Scott’s big lungs, and I could see Chris’ fist sink deep into the battered ball flesh with every blow. Scott’s already badly wounded nuts were getting mushier with each blow, bending and distorting around the invading fist as Chris continued to pound the life out of Scott’s humongous, magnificent nuts. God, no man should be forced to suffer such brutal abuse!!!
After several dozen blows, Scott’s huge balls were starting to lose their healthy egg-like shape, and I knew it wouldn’t take much more to cause those mighty man lumps to burst in his bruised and purple sac. I was openly sobbing now, watching my best friend’s spectacular masculinity be pummeled into permanent sterility. What a waste for such a monumentally huge set of balls to be so violently destroyed!
Chris landed another half a dozen punishing blows, making Scott’s nearly pulped balls quiver like two massive spheres of jelly. The huge nuts were on the very brink of destruction, perhaps already mortally wounded and sterilized, but still somehow, miraculously, whole.
The wicked gang leader pulled out his switchblade, pulled the massive orbs to him, and pressed the blade against the elongated neck of Scott's bloated and horrifically swollen sac. He then said, “Get ready to kiss these huge, worthless nuts goodbye, you fucker! Maybe next time you’ll think twice about stealing from the Scorpions!” Chris then yanked Scott’s huge balls even farther from his sweaty crotch, and prepared for the one upward slice that would bring my handsome friend’s spectacular masculinity to a final and tragic end.
Just then, the sound of multiple sirens shattered the night, and nearly a dozen police cars screeched to a halt just outside the fenced-off parking lot. Officers poured out of their vehicles, shouting for the gang members to freeze. Instead, the surprised gang members began to scatter and flee in all directions.
Chris was clearly torn, though, and he hesitated. Scott’s huge balls, the center of his existence, were resting in Chris’ hand, just waiting to be taken. He paused for several moments, debating whether to finish the job, and I could see the terror in Scott’s beautiful blue eyes. But at the last moment Chris squeezed his hand closed, brutally crushing Scott’s much weakened balls, and looked Scott dead in the eyes as he sais, “I promise you, you horse-hung stud, this isn’t over yet!”
Then Chris turned and ran, fleeing the scene. As he did so, however, his course took him right over my slab of plywood. I saw him leap over me in slow motion, my eyes all but bugging out of my head in panic as I saw him land with all of his muscular weight onto my board, his big foot coming down between my legs and almost directly on top of my trapped nuts and adding his full weight onto the board that was flattening my balls. I screamed, and that’s when I felt my left ball rupture explosively in its sac. As it did, the pain was overwhelming, and everything went black...
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I came to in the hospital several days later, and that’s when my worst fears were confirmed. Both of my balls had been crushed completely flat during the abuse, and had exploded catastrophically within their sac. The doctors told me that my once big, proud balls had been reduced to a soup of busted nut guts, and they’d had to choice by to remove them. They saved my sac, however, and told me that they could insert fake rubber testicles in their place. With the fake nuts and continued testosterone shots, they assured me that I could lead a normal life and maintain my muscles and my size. But I knew that I would never again be a real man.
Scott, on the other hand, had survived his horrific abuse with his huge bull balls intact. The doctors kept him overnight for observation, but apparently by the next day, the worst of the swelling and bruising had already started to subside, and his plumbing was still intact. Scott was released from the hospital, and he took off like there was a demon chasing him.
Both Scott and his brother Jeffrey soon disappeared, and no one knew where they had gone. I worried that the Scorpion gang had caught up to them, and that Chris had finished the work he had started and finally castrated my heroically hung friend after all. But a few days later I got a call from Scott. He was calling me from a pay phone, and he wouldn’t let me where he was. He just told me that he and Jeffrey had piled into his truck as soon as he got out of the hospital, and that they had fled town together. He knew that Chris would soon be sending his goons after him and his brother, and so they had sped away in hopes of finding a new life somewhere far, far away from here. We both cried on the phone and I wished him the best of luck, and then he hung up.
I hope Scott and Jeffrey can escape the fate that befell me. I am now less than a man, unable to achieve an erection, unable to cum, unable to ever father my own children someday. It’s an incredibly painful loss that I’ll never get over, and I just hope that my friend and his brother never have to experience the pain that I’ve been through.
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