Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories

I have collected, edited, and authored hundreds of ball busting stories involving brutal M/M action against some of the most handsome and hugely hung muscle men imaginable, and I wanted to finally share these stories on the web. These stories are all pure fiction and should NOT be tried at home. Even the herculean hunks in my stories sometimes don't survive with their balls intact, and if you acted out any of these stories, serious or fatal injury would result.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Hammer Time -- Jayse Version

A spurned young man takes out his revenge on the huge football stud who stole his girlfriend, and then goes to prison as a consequence of his incredibly cruel actions.

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Hammer Time

Based on an original story by Nathan

Two college students fight over a girl and things just sort of get out of hand...

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I guess it was cruel. OK, I’ll admit it - it was incredibly cruel. But still, twenty years?!? SHIT!! The judge just didn’t have any sympathy for me at all, and so as I linger in this hell hole and reflect on where my life might have gone, there isn’t anything I can do about it.

I’m on my stomach, pinned down by four other inmates as I take another cock up my ass, and I try to shut my eyes and ignore the grunting and the probing that jams into my prostate and makes me hard as a rock. The tears are coming, the way they always do, and so I work my mind and try to put myself somewhere else.

I see him again, in my mind. Yeah, the handsome son-of-a-bitch that took her, and the reason I just snapped. Big Justin Compton was the uncontested bull stud of the college campus, tall and handsome and built the way all college football linebackers are built -- thick with huge muscles, yet also lean and ripped at the same time, with the kind of corrugated eight-pack of abs that made women swoon. The guy was fucking HUGE, a 6-foot, 4-inch walking tank packing over 320 pounds of massive and muscular beef onto his colossal frame. He had the chiseled, almost ridiculously handsome face of a comic book super hero, with the most powerful jaw and chin I’d ever seen on a man. His thick pale blond hair, worn short, and his cornflower blue eyes showed his mixed German-Nordic ancestry.

Simply put, the guy was a muscular god, and he was the envy of every guy at our school. He could have any girl he wanted, so why did he have to pick mine?

She had been MY girl! And back then when my balls and cock were free and I could do something with them, girls were what I wanted. Of course, prison life changes things, and now I’m the teenage girl in more than a few ways, and when I’m on my stomach and grunting out my shame and feeling some guy’s huge meat pole pushing into my guts, I wonder how my life would have been different.

Still, I hated him then and I hate him now, and I’m glad I took his balls.

My mind wanders even more as I try to ignore the invasion of my ass. I feel someone reach under me, to my balls, and as I feel them being held I think back, back to another set of balls, hanging under a different male. As I let my thoughts go back, to the fateful afternoon that put me here, I can see them hanging down, low and loose and so freaking huge, as if it was yesterday. And then I smile...

I met him in the woods after school, to fight him, to avenge my pride, and to retake my girl. He was a star athlete and big man on campus and he’d always pretty much done whatever he wanted. Until I came along, I don’t think that anybody had dared to challenge him. He was bigger than I was -- like almost 100 pounds bigger -- but I have never been afraid of anyone, and so I challenged him to a fight and met him in the woods. It was stupid of course, and I knew that I probably didn’t stand a chance against the huge stud. But when you’re nineteen and naïve and a bully, you don’t much care about what is right and what is stupid. I didn’t go there thinking I was going to beat him, and I sure as hell never even thought I might castrate him, but I guess the jury didn’t buy that I didn’t have a calculated plan. I think that one thing just led to another, the way it happens sometimes, and once it all started I guess I didn’t think until it was too late.

We had both stripped to the waist for the fight. I’m lean and surprisingly muscular, packing about 220 pounds onto my 6-foot frame, so I’m no pipsqueak. But god damn, when Justin took his t-shirt off, you could actually hear the oohs and aahs in the crowd as everyone drank in the sight of his gorgeous and colossal physique. The big man was just made of muscle, every inch of his huge body girded with thick, dense, and gridiron-hardened bull muscle. As much as I hated the guy, even I had to admit that his spectacularly muscular body was a work of art, like an overdeveloped Superman come to life. The sight of those beautiful, perfectly proportioned muscles made me want to la waste to this guy even more!

It was a hell of a fight, sure as shit it was! Word have spread about the upcoming fight, and so there was a large crowd gathered to watch, which made the fight more intense. Justin was extremely popular, a college hero and from all reports actually a really nice guy, but I think everyone was sort of hoping I might get in a few licks before he put me down and out. Just to see a huge and handsome muscle man taken down a few notches.

But the fight sure didn’t start out that way! Within minutes, he had my lip bleeding and my right eye was swelling shut, and I knew that I was losing pretty bad. I am a pretty strong guy myself, scrappy and tough, and I had landed some heavy punches of my own. I had slammed into his corrugated belly and bashed the muscular wall over his kidneys, but my blows just bounced off the guy like I was punching a brick wall, and he was clearly unfazed by my pathetic attempts. I knew I was going to lose soon and lose badly.

Then I got lucky. Justin missed seeing my fist and I connected an upper cut to his huge lantern jaw, hitting him so hard that I thought I’d broken my hand. To my utter surprise, I knocked that giant ox to the ground, hard, and when he hit the dirt I just worked fast, without even thinking. There was this big fallen oak tree next to the edge of the clearing, right beside where we were fighting, and I just hauled him over to it and laid him over the huge trunk. I don’t know how I even did it, as the guy weighed a fucking TON, but I hoisted him on top of the massive log so that his huge, muscular legs were straddling the big tree. I had some light but extremely durable nylon cord in my backpack -- why, I don’t know, and that was another reason why the jury found me guilty of premeditated assault. I quickly got out this cord and bound Justin’s thick wrists to a heavy oak branch overhead. I worked with lightning speed, and even then I barely finished in time, for the huge muscle man was quickly shaking off the after effects of my lucky punch.

Throughout all of this activity, which couldn’t have lasted more than half a minute, nobody moved. I guess they were all stunned that I had taken down the much bigger man, and they wanted to see what I was going to do next. So no one interfered, though some people began to chuckle when they saw my trussing up the huge linebacker like some sort of Thanksgiving turkey.

Anyway, when I finished and saw him with his huge and immensely powerful arms all tied up, and with his massive, muscular ass sticking up and his huge tree trunk thighs straddling the big log...well, I just can’t explain it. I got more turned on than I’d ever been in my whole life.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted out and encouraged me to give Justin a “spanking”. I liked the idea and immediately said so, and everyone started clapping and encouraging me to “give it to him good”. I guess people like seeing even their college heroes taken down a peg or two.

I sprinted back to my truck and found some more rope, heavier this time, as well as a couple pieces of rebar that were in the truck bed. My mind was working rapidly, and as I picked up the hammer and the rebar I decided I would stake him out so I could spank his ass and make sure I got it well tanned. That was my original idea, just to spank him, like a little boy, beating his ass and humiliating him for taking my girl. I know it was stupid, but I wasn’t thinking, and sometimes when you are nineteen you don’t think it all out too well.

Anyway, when I got back to him, he was fully recovered and working on the ropes around his wrists with his teeth. People were laughing, but they weren’t interfering, even though he was yelling at them to untie him. I was encouraged by the crowd of fellow students. Somebody then asked if I was gonna paddle him with his pants on or off. I really hadn’t even given it a thought at that point, but everyone started chanting, “OFF! OFF! TAKE ‘EM OFF!” and so hell, I did. I reached under him and undid his belt, careful to avoid his kicking and struggling legs. Then, unsnapping his jeans, I pulled them down and completely off of him with a single pull and the crowd went wild. God he was pissed!

Beneath his jeans, Justin was wearing nothing but an old jockstrap, kind of a grayish white with the straps in the back curving up and over his fantastically muscular ass. But it was the front pouch of that straining undergarment that really caught my attention, because it looked like the young stud had a huge football shoved down inside of the crotch! I just couldn’t believe the sheer size of that massive bulge as the genitals encased within that thin cotton fabric looked far too large to belong to a human, even a man as huge and muscular as Justin.

The big man started struggling really hard now, so I checked and tightened the knots at his wrists and then grabbed his ankles and pulled him down, laying him out over that big tree. Using the hammer, I drove the two pieces of rebar into the ground, by his feet, and then tied his legs out wide, spread out, so he was straddling the big tree with his big arms stretched over him and his huge legs out wide, one on each side of the tree and pegged to the ground.

He was bobbing his huge ass up and down and screaming at me. I just kept watching him, and the more helpless he looked, the bolder I got. I guess I wasn’t thinking. I just reached out then and tore off his jockstrap, shredding the thin material and ripping the flimsy undergarment right off of him.

Justin’s gargantuan genitals tumbled out into the air, and everyone gasped when they saw the sheer size of the stud’s awesome manhood. His huge cock flopped forward like some kind of snake, smacking heavily against the rough bark of the log. The massive mule dick measured at least 8 or 9 inches long completely soft and was as thick as a beer can! The sac hanging beneath that monster cock was even more impressive, if that was possible, a massive bag that hung extremely low and was packed to near bursting with the two most colossal gonads I’d ever seen in my life. Each mighty orb was bigger than a softball, just an unbelievably enormous set of bull nuts! The scrotum encasing those massive balls was covered in a thick dusting of curly, pale golden hairs, making the titanic sac look positively fuzzy. I never knew a man could be so heroically hung, and my more than ample meat and potatoes felt puny and insignificant in comparison.

When Justin lost his underwear he went ballistic! Man! He wasn't very happy and he was cussing up a storm. He called me a “faggot,” and that really pissed me off. I guess I’ve been called a faggot by a lot of people, but I never have taken it very well.

Everyone was laughing and wanting me to smack his ass, so I just reached over and slid his belt out of his discarded jeans. It was one of those thick, western-style belts, the kind that are all braided with thick strips of tanned cow hide. I doubled over the belt to form a big loop, and then I went to him and stood behind the naked stud, drinking in the sight of all that raw muscular and masculine power rendered completely helpless. Justin sported a deep golden brown tan everywhere except on his ass and groin, which all but glowed a milky white, almost like fresh snow. I took careful aim at that enormously muscular and deeply striated ass and then let loose with my first blow.