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.