Adam's Anger - Jayse Version

This story is another one of the earliest rewrites I did. It's the story of a young football jock who feels betrayed when he catches his own hunky football coach banging his mom. The handsome teen plots revenge, focusing on the destruction of the coach's massive bull balls. Let me know what you think! :)

Adam’s Anger 

Based on an original story by an anonymous author

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Adam gets the revenge he craves against his football coach. 

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Adam tried to act normal as he ate dinner with his mother. But the scene he had accidentally witnessed that morning ran through his mind again and again. 

The day had started like any other day. Adam, a senior at Lincoln High School, got up early and got ready for school. Since the autumn weather was unusually nice that morning, he decided to walk the six blocks to school instead or driving his car. Adam was almost at school when he remembered that he had forgotten his jersey and uniform for football practice. The young jock looked at his watch and realized he still had plenty of time to go home, get them, and make it back in time for class. 

Adam let himself in the front door. He heard some muffled sounds coming from his mom’s bedroom, so the young man quietly went upstairs and peeked around the corner. 

Adam couldn’t believe what he saw. There was his beautiful mom lying back naked on her bed, being wildly fucked by a very large, very muscular man. As Adam watched, he was even more stunned to realize that it wasn’t just any man fucking his mom, it was his own football coach! The 18-year-old high school football player was transfixed by the scene, watching his own coach, a man he had trusted and respected, fuck his mom. The shock and horror of the sight transfixed him in place, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

Coach Steele was in his late 20’s, and had an awesome physique from a lifetime of sports, athletics, and weight lifting. He had even won some amateur bodybuilding titles in the past couple of years and was talking about going pro. The coach was a beast of a man, by far the largest and most muscular guy Adam had ever seen, and he was using all of that awesome power to bang his mom. Coach Steele stood 6 feet, 3 inches and weighed a whopping 335 pounds of rock-hard muscle without an ounce of fat to mar his awesomely cut, solid, and beefy physique. Adam watched Coach’s huge 23-inch guns flex mightily as he held his mother’s ankles in the air, and his tremendously powerful back muscles and enormously muscular ass bulge and flex as Coach pounded his cock into Adam’s mom. 

The handsome young coach growled and moaned in obvious ecstasy as he pounded again and again and again into Adam’s mother. As Adam watched, he could see the muscular man’s humongous balls slap into her with each powerful thrust, almost looking like a pair of beefy wrecking balls whacking into his mom’s groin with such force he was sure she was going to have bruises later. Adam had never seen the Coach naked before, and was utterly astounded by the sheer awesome size of the Coach’s massive, bull-like nuts, for they were several orders of magnitude larger than any man’s balls he had ever seen before. They were even bigger than the huge, lemon-sized nuts possessed by Kowalski, their football team’s star, 6’6” linebacker. Each mammoth orb was easily the size of an oblong softball, maybe even bigger, and together they were so heavy and solid that the pair hung at least four full inches from his crotch, swinging ponderously in their big, loose, hairy scrotum with each thrust of his astonishingly narrow, muscular hips. 

Adam could not see all of Coach’s cock since most of it was buried so deep inside of his mom, but what he could see was also amazing. The base of Coach’s dick looked to be as thick as a beer can, and was covered with a tracery of thick veins that made it look like an angry, rock hard battering ram. Coach would pull out inch after inch of his cock, oftentimes 9 inches or more and with no end in sight, and then slam the whole length back in. Part of Adam’s shocked and horrified mind wondered exactly how big Coach’s cock really was. 

Adam had always known Coach Steele was a stud. He and his teammates had always looked up to the huge, handsome, and affable man, not just because he treated them all with respect and was a great coach, but because he was such a bull stud of a man, the kind of uber masculine hunk they all aspired to be. But Adam had not known until this moment just how much of a stud Coach Steele truly was. 

His mom was clearly loving the pounding she was receiving, as she writhed on the bed and cried out over and over again in ecstasy, clawing and clutching as much of the huge man’s mighty muscles as she could while he fucked her fast and deep. The whole bed seemed to quake under the brutal assault, and it seemed amazing that the whole structure didn’t just collapse. 

Adam watched the shocking scene for at least five minutes before he was able to break the spell, and he quickly and quietly snuck back out of the house and ran to school. All during classes that day, Adam could hear the sound of the big muscle man’s huge bull nuts slapping into his mother, over and over and over again. Adam thought of his dad, who had died in a car accident when Adam was ten, and he didn’t want to see his dad’s memory replaced by any other man. 

And to make matters worse, it was Coach Steele! His own football coach! The man that he admired and respected so much, heck, even loved. All of the guys on the football team loved Coach Steele. He was a great guy and an amazing coach, but even more than that, he was their friend, a combination of big brother and father figure. 

Adam felt betrayed. 

And now, here he was sitting at the dining room table, directly under the bed where Coach Steele had fucked his mother that very morning. Adam’s mind seethed with rage, and he knew he had to exact revenge on the man who had betrayed him and despoiled his family. As his mind played the scene over and over again, his attention kept focusing on Coach’s whopping huge balls, and Adam knew that he had to destroy those monstrously oversized testicles and make sure that his coach never fucked his mom - or anyone else - ever again. 

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For the next several days, Adam planned how he would enact his revenge on Coach Steele. Though Adam was a big boy himself, standing just over 6 feet tall and weighing a good 230 pounds of rock-solid, 18-year-old teen muscle, he knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance against the far bigger and stronger Coach in a fair fight. 

As he stepped out of the shower one morning, Adam almost slipped on the wet tile floor, and that’s when the idea hatched. 

Adam staked out the Coach’s house for the next ten days, watching his movements and learning his behaviors and patterns. It was in this way that Adam learned that his mom was not the only one receiving the athletic attentions of Coach Steele and his monster cock. In fact, there were at least four other women — and, shockingly, even two men! — that Coach was banging in addition to his mom. That made Adam want to destroy Coach’s huge balls all the more. 

Adam’s stakeout taught him that his coach always showered during the six-o’clock news. Coach would turn the TV up loud, apparently listening to the news while he showered. 

The following Friday morning, Adam told his mom that he would be spending the night at a friend’s house and wouldn’t be home until Saturday. After school, instead of going to his friend’s house, Adam went to the Coach’s house and hid in his back yard, watching the house and waiting for the man to come home. Regular as clockwork, the big man came home, turned on the news really loud, and headed for the shower. With chills of excitement and anticipation running up and down his skin and his heart thundering in his chest, Adam let himself into the house from the back door, walking as silently as possible. Inside, he could hear the sound of the TV blaring and the shower running. 

Adam passed through the kitchen, picking up a container of liquid soap and a large frying pan. In the hallway outside the bathroom, Adam squirted the liquid soap all over the floor tiled, and then he waited behind the corner with the pan ready. 

He didn’t have to wait long. The shower stopped and he could hear the sounds of the man toweling himself off. A few minutes later, the coach walked out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his rippling and corrugated waist. A grunt of surprise escaped the big man’s lips as his feet unexpectedly slid out from under him on the super slick dish soap, and he thus had no time to react as Adam rushed from around the corner and swung the frying pan at the back of the Coach’s head. The heavy steel pan connected with the back of Coach’s blond head with a loud THUNK!, and big muscle man immediately dropped to the floor like a huge sack of potatoes, knocked out cold. 

Adam looked down at his Coach, lying helpless and unconscious on the cold tile floor, wet and nearly naked, and a thrill went through his young body. 

Coach Steele’s body was a breathtaking sight to behold, with only his muscular hips and prodigious loins masked by the white bath towel. Not for the first time, Adam was awed and amazed by the sheer muscular size of the huge stud. The man was built like the proverbial brick shit house and shredded beyond belief. If he just shaved off his thick, dark blond chest and belly hair, the huge muscle beast could have walked onto any bodybuilding stage that day and easily won first place, his condition was that fantastic. But Adam knew that, by the time he was done with the coach, his bodybuilding days — hell, his days as a man — would be over... 

Adam reached forward a surprisingly trembling hand and removed the towel from around the coach’s waist with a quick jerk, revealing the entirety of Coach Steele’s genitalia for the first time. The young man actually gasped when he saw the size of Coach’s cock, for even completely soft it measured at least 9 inches in length and was a thick as a man’s wrist. And there, hanging damp and heavy beneath that monster of a horse cock, were the offending objects of Adam’s hatred, the two enormous, oversized bull nuts that Adam had come here to destroy. 

Adam couldn’t wait to ruin this handsome and intensely beefy hunk of a man. 

The young man searched the house for things he could tie the Coach up with, and quickly came back with some thick rope from the garage. Adam dragged the extraordinarily heavy man back into the bathroom by his ankles and flipped him over on his stomach. He then spread the man’s thickly muscled legs wide, securely tying each ankle to one of the legs of Coach’s iron claw foot bathtub. Adam then tied one of Coach’s wrists to the base of the toilet, while the other wrist was bound to the thick pillar of the porcelain sink. Coach’s head was pointing toward the open door to the bathroom, while his feet were pointing toward the tub against the far wall. 

With the incredibly muscular body of the Coach tied spread eagled and immobile before him, Adam reached between the Coach’s legs and pulled the man’s huge and heavy nut sack in between them. It was a two-handed task, as Coach’s nuts were simply too huge to fit in just one hand. Adam couldn’t believe the incredible heft of those huge balls as he hauled them back between the man’s gigantic thighs, for they weighed even more than they appeared. He was also amazed at the tremendous, steamy heat coming off of those meaty nuts, and he rolled the great orbs in his hands for several minutes, marveling at their great size and awesome power and reveling at having a supremely powerful man’s entire male existence at his mercy. 

Adam continued to fondle the man’s huge nuts as he waited for Coach to wake up. He noticed that Coach’s huge cock was starting to harden, trapped between the stud’s muscular belly and the cold tile floor, so Adam readjusted Coach’s bindings so that his arms were stretched above him as well as in front of him. This lifted the unconscious man’s head and mighty torso off the cold tile floor until just his hips and enormous legs were still pressed against the tiles, and allowed Adam to see all of Coach’s massive mule cock lying huge and heavy on the cold ceramic. 

Coach’s cock was truly a phenomenal sight even completely flaccid, and as it continued to grow and grow and grow while Adam fondled his huge breeder nuts, the young man could only gape in open-mouthed wonder at the cock’s increasingly prodigious dimensions. First the huge member just grew in width, thickening and darkening as it achieved beer can thickness. Only then did the massive cock start to lengthen, growing to 10 inches, then 11 inches, and then 12 inches, and didn’t look to be stopping any time soon. Adam couldn’t believe his eyes, for he didn’t think any man’s dick could be so monstrously huge, and STILL it was growing! 

Finally, at a full, eye-popping 13.5 inches, Coach’s cock reached its full, extraordinary rock hardness. The mighty shaft had a shallow upward curve that lifted it a few inches up off the floor. The vein-gnarled shaft was nearly as thick as the business end of a baseball bat, while the enormous helmet-shaped head was almost as big as a fist. It was the most massive, most overwhelmingly masculine cock Adam had ever seen, and it made his own substantial 9-incher seem insignificant in comparison. 

And as Adam continued to massage the man’s heroically oversized balls, the first thick drop of precum appeared at the tip of his monster cock. Encouraged by this reaction, Adam kept roughly manhandling Coach’s huge balls, fondling and kneading them like two huge balls of bread dough, trying to bring the massive load of cum he knew must be trapped in those mighty gonads to a boil. 

After about 15 minutes of this rough testicular massage, Coach started to groan and come around. By then, a good-sized puddle of precum had pooled on the tiles from Coach’s randy cock, with more of the clear, slick fluid continued to pour from Coach’s huge throbbing erection. 

Adam’s own cock had almost painfully hardened in response to the sight of this intensely muscular stud laid out before him and the knowledge that he had total and absolute control over the alpha male. He thought again of this big stud fucking his mom, and he decided that he would fuck the Coach’s huge muscular ass in the same way. Adam undressed, revealing his own impressive young physique, and rolled a condom down the swollen length of his own thick 9-inch boner. The coach’s massive body tensed as Adam climbed onto him, for the dazed muscle man finally realized what was about to happen as he felt a pair of strong hands split apart his massive butt checks and a hard dick head press against his tight virgin ass. 

Just as the Coach had roughly fucked his mother, Adam used all of his considerable strength to ram his cock in all the way to the hilt in one powerful stroke, impaling Coach Steele on his big teen cock. Every muscle in Coach’s body flexed in magnificent glory as Adam’s cock plunged into the depths of his ass, and the big man let out a bellow of tremendous pain. His ass felt like it was being ripped apart, and the pain was overwhelming. Adam smiled, for Coach had no idea that his pain had only just begun…

The big football jock fucked the even bigger muscle man as hard and as fast as he could, wrapping his arms around the coach’s massive barrel chest as leverage. The man’s enormous muscles felt like warm iron beneath Adam’s clutching hands, and he found his hands roaming over the vast planes and expanses of rock hard flesh, feeling every hard edge and detail of those mighty thews. 

Each time that Adam was ready to cum, he pictured his mom getting fucked in her bedroom by this huge muscle bull, and he held back, wanting the Coach’s punishment to last. Adam fucked the big muscle man endlessly, until he was hot, sweaty, and tired, and his own balls were cramping and aching for release. Amazingly, Coach’s cock had never grown soft throughout the brutal torment and rape, and in fact began to drool even greater quantities of precum, which also grew thicker and whiter as time went on. 

Soon, it was obvious that the constant pounding on the Coach’s swollen and overactive prostate was bringing the hot stud closer and closer to his own orgasm. Adam picked up the pace, increasing the brutality of the rape, and felt Coach’s huge muscles bunch and tighten beneath him in preparation for release. The massive coach threw back his handsome head and bellowed, and Adam watched as the first enormous shot of cum erupted from his pulsing monster cock. 

Adam gaped open-mouthed at the extraordinary sight, for the first blast was simply colossal, a thick white rope at least six feet long that erupted with such power that it flew clear out the bathroom door to strike halfway up the far hallway wall with a loud and very wet SPLAT! The first blast was followed by an even larger second blast, and then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, and on and on and on, each huge salvo as unbelievably mighty and powerful as the one before. 

As Coach came, the muscles inside his massive ass tightened and gripped Adam’s invading cock like a steel vise. Adam cried out in pain and ecstasy, for it felt like Coach’s incredibly muscular ass would pinch his cock off at the root. The sensation was just too much for Adam, and he unloaded with a massive load of his own into the condom shoved up Coach’s ass. Adam’s entire muscular body shuddered and convulsed against the even bigger man beneath him as he shot 12 big wads of cum up Coach’s ass, perhaps the biggest and most powerful orgasm of his young life. 

But even as Adam’s earth shattering orgasm finally drew to a close, Coach’s monumental ejaculation continued unabated. Adam couldn’t believe the amount of spunk blasting from that huge cock, for it was more than a normal man could cum in a month, and it was still spewing! A constant THWAT! THWAT! THWAT! could be heard as each colossal slug of nut juice struck the already soaked wall, adding yet more thick white stripes of jizz to the semen-drenched wall. 

Finally, after well over two dozen mighty lashings of white hot cum, Coach’s orgasm ebbed and slowly ceased. As the big muscle man panted to catch his breath, Adam looked in stunned disbelief at the enormous mess before him. Everything between the tiled floor and the far hallway wall was drenched is the Coach’s powerful male essence. As he watched, great big clotted chunks of the thick white ball sauce slowly oozed down the far hallway wall, looking even thicker than molasses. The whole bathroom reeked of musky, manly sex, and Adam found the scent strangely but powerfully erotic. 

Adam withdrew from the Coach’s plowed ass and carefully removed the condom, tying it in a knot and putting it next to the bathroom sink. It wouldn’t be good for him to leave evidence of his presence in Coach’s house, so he planned on disposing of his cum-filled condom when he left. It was a truly huge load, one that a porn star would be proud of, filling the last two inches of the condom like a milky water balloon. But compared to the quart or more of thick baby batter that Coach Steele had just sprayed all the way into the hallway, Adam once again felt inadequate, which only served to fuel his anger even more. 

Adam knelt between the Coach’s thickly muscled, tree trunk legs and inspected the man’s huge bull nuts. With a load like the one the Coach had just blown, these were obviously prime breeder nuts. Adam wondered just how much cum a pair of nuts like these could hold, and he planned on finding out. He took the man’s massive left nut into his big fist, and was again amazed at the size and the weight of the huge gonad. The colossal ball was bigger than a grapefruit, and it barely fit in Adam’s clutching hand. 

Closing his fingers around the great egg-shaped orb, Adam began to squeeze the huge nut as hard as he could. Coach’s whole body bucked and he bellowed in great agony, but Adam only squeezed harder still. The young jock was amazed at the firmness of the great orb as he slowly crushed it his hand; it felt like it was made of the same dense, rock solid muscle as the rest of the Coach’s awesome physique. But Adam was determined to bust the Coach’s nuts, no matter how tough they were. 

After squeezing Coach’s left nut for about ten excruciating minutes, Adam let the reddened but undamaged orb fall to the bottom of its sac and moved on to Coach’s equally enormous right nut, crushing it in his vise-like grip. Coach continued to bellow and thrash about in agony, but Adam noticed that his cock had remained rock hard and was once again spewing clear precum all over the floor in big sticky puddles. Adam couldn’t believe his eyes; Coach was actually getting off on having his huge nuts busted by a high school football jock! 

Adam grasped both of Coach’s nuts in his fists and began crushing them simultaneously, squeezing his fingers tight and mashing the two huge orbs against each other as hard as he could. This really put Coach through the roof, and his bellowing and thrashing became so powerful that Adam was concerned that he would pull the bathroom fixtures clean out of the floor. But in just a few minutes, Adam’s efforts were awarded, as a second load of scalding ball juice erupted from Coach’s mighty cock, re-coating the walls and floor with a fresh barrage of his thick ball cream. 

Coach Steele moaned and bucked and bellowed throughout his second orgasm, but was powerless to stop the raping of his awesomely virile loins. Blast after massive, knock-you-to-the-floor blast of thick cum rocketed out of Coach’s cock like it was being shot from a cannon, striking the far wall so hard that sperm shrapnel ricocheted off in all directions. On and on the big man’s orgasm raged, pumping out yet more extraordinarily massive slugs of stud cream. Adam would not have believed that a man’s balls, no matter how huge and oversized, could hold just one such colossal load, yet here was Coach pounding out a second titanic discharge in less than an hour. The hyper virile display further cemented the coach’s status as an alpha male stud, just as it further cemented his own muscular hips to the floor with his incredibly thick, glue-like splooge. 

When it finally subsided, Coach Steele’s second orgasm proved to be just as massive and powerful as the first, perhaps even more so, and coated every surface in front of the bound muscle stud with thick sheets and ropes and globs of his thick man juices. Coach huffed in exhaustion, his enormous barrel chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon, but Adam knew that he was just getting warmed up. 

Adam had had over two weeks to think about this moment and to devise a myriad of ways to abuse and destroy Coach’s nuts, and he put all that effort to good use, spending the next hours mercilessly abusing and beating Coach’s huge and defenseless gonads. The gargantuan orbs were squeezed, crushed, punched, pummeled, pulled, yanked, and stretched to the limits of endurance. But while any other man’s testicles would have quickly succumbed to all the brutal torture early on, rupturing under the terrible abuse, Coach’s mighty balls not only endured, but continued pumping out load after massive load of hot cum. These were definitely two industrial strength lava factories built for long endurance, and Adam intended to push them to their limits and beyond! 

As the hours went by, though, Coach Steele’s huge nuts had begun to swell even larger, bloating and bulging in response to all the terrible abuse and brutal testicular trauma. The mighty gonad had swollen far past the size of softballs, and were continuing to swell larger still. The mighty orbs themselves were a mottled dark red and purple with angry bruises, and had begun to become a little mushy and yielding, finally beginning to show signs that Adam was wearing down their super human resilience. The hunky teen jock knew it was just a matter of time before those huge bull balls succumbed to the onslaught. 

Adam reveled in each massive load that he forced from Coach’s tortured balls. Coach kept adding layers and layers of his incredibly thick nut gloop to his already white-washed bathroom and hallway, and it quickly became a joke how much this muscle stud could cum. Adam lost track of the number of mighty orgasms the big man had produced after the first dozen or so. But judging by the size of the enormous wet stains on the hallway wall, it was clear that entire sections of sheet rock were going to need to be replaced after Adam was through with his coach. 

Coach Steele was openly sobbing at this point, his agony and desperation pushing him past even his awesome limits of endurance. Adam had gotten sick of Coach Steele’s pleas for mercy, and so he had gagged the huge man early on in the evening, and now the huge muscle man’s bellows, groans, and yells were at least partially muffled by the man’s own XXXL jockstrap that Adam had stuffed into his mouth. 

After about eight hours and nearly a score of magnificent cum loads, the size of the Coach’s ejaculations finally began to very quickly drop off. Their power declined in conjunction with their volume, so that his next load only struck low on the hallway wall, and the next barely entered the hallway, and the next only shot about four or five feet across the floor. Eventually, Coach Steele hit an orgasm where only a thin trickle of watery sperm poured weakly out of his bloated and distended 13.5-inch horse cock. The big man’s almighty sperm tanks appeared to finally be empty. 

But Adam wasn’t convinced, and he got more creative with his techniques for extracting more sperm from the Coach’s balls. He wanted to make sure he left the big man with nothing, not a single viable sperm in his body, before he finally destroyed the man’s titanically beefy nuts for good. He wanted to be absolutely sure that this extraordinary bull stud of a man would never father any children of his own. The big man didn’t deserve to procreate, Adam reasoned, no matter how handsome or how muscular or how extraordinarily well hung he was. 

Adam had found a pair of huge pliers out in the Coach’s garage, the kind meant to bind two thick pieces of timber together, and he now put them to use on the big man’s colossal testicles. Adam opened the pliers to their largest setting, carefully placed Coach’s enormously swollen left nut in the jaw of the pliers, and then began to squeeze the handles shut. Coach Steele bucked in redoubled agony as his softening nut deformed grotesquely in the plier’s steel grip. Adam used the leverage of the pliers to crush the screaming left nut harder than ever before, and he squeezed as hard as he could until the jaws themselves threatened to meet in the middle. Coach’s tortured ball looked like a jelly doughnut that was about to burst, with the middle of his huge orb squashed down to a mere quarter-inch thickness. 

Adam grunted with the effort, using both of his powerful hands to try to close the handles of the plier shut, but Coach’s mighty nut defied him once again and simply refused to burst. The brutal crushing did have one desired result, though, and that was to literally squeeze the sperm right out of the huge, nearly busted bull ball. Thick and clotted spunk began to pour out of Coach’s huge cock like incredibly thick toothpaste. The cum was pure white and incredibly thick, for it was undiluted by any other seminal fluids. It was pure sperm, crushed straight from its source, and the volume being forced out of the straining ball was extremely impressive, particularly considering how many titanic wads had already been unloaded by the monstrous nut. 

Adam continued to clench the pliers, trying to bite clear through the huge nut, but the mighty orb was still too tough and resisted all of Adam’s best efforts. Adam opened the pliers and closed them on another portion of the huge ball, and then another, and then another, each time forcing more and more pure sperm from the straining orb, until finally even the crushing could produce no more spunk. Coach’s huge left nut was well and truly spermed out, emptied of every single sperm for perhaps the first time in the coach’s life. Adam continued twisting and yanking on the pliers for a while, causing even greater pain to the much abused and horrifically distorted nut, before finally removing the pliers and moving on to Coach Steele’s bloated right nut. 

The teen football jock performed the same procedure on Coach’s defenseless right nut, crushing the sperm out of it again and again until it, too, was utterly spermed out. 

With the vast well of the Coach’s spectacular virility finally run dry, Adam knew it was time to move on to the final of his plan, and to painfully and utterly destroy the Coach’s monster nuts once and for all. 

Adam tied a thin rope around the base of Coach’s horrifically bruised balls, forcing them down to the bottom of their purple and blue sack, and used the rope to begin stretching his balls from his crotch and pulling them down toward the bathtub. Coach’s huge low-hangers naturally hung over four inches below his crotch, but Adam was determined to at least double that already impressive stretch, and began pulling and yanking at the huge orbs with all his might, heedless of the raw and husky bellows of agony coming from the bound muscle man. 

Slowly, the great orbs were stretched further and further from Coach’s sweaty crotch – 5 inches, 6 inches, 7 inches, then an amazing 8 inches, the huge nuts quivering at the edge of rupturing out of their overstretched sac. Adam was relentless, determined to pull Coach’s nuts even farther, and finally succeeded in stretching the huge balls to their absolute limit, a full 8 ½ inches from the muscle man’s sweaty crotch. The steel-like ball cords were now taut as bowstrings and the hairy scrotal skin stretched perilously thin, but Coach’s balls held. 

Adam kept giving Coach’s balls short, sharp yanks to increase the pain, but knew he wasn’t going to get them to stretch any farther. He tied the man’s huge balls off to the center leg of the bath tub, keeping the gigantic orbs stretched to their absolute limit and leaving them resting, completely unprotected and vulnerable, in the middle of the tile floor. 

With the gigantic orbs stretched from Coach’s crotch and left wide open, Adam resumed his abuse of the mighty nuts. He punched, pounded, and even kicked the massive double sphere of mighty bull balls, reveling in each cry of agony from the big muscle man. He particularly loved driving his fist straight down into Coach’s balls, pinning one of the great orbs between his fist and the unyielding floor and seeing how flat he could squash the huge nut. By now, Coach’s balls were getting really mushy, almost feeling like a sack full of warm oatmeal, but both huge orbs were clearly still whole and intact. They flattened more and more with each blow, however, so Adam knew they were slowly crumbling into oblivion. 

After another hour or so of this abuse, Adam untied the Coach’s bloated nuts and knelt to examine them. By this point, the man’s nuts had swollen so large that they filled the huge sac completely, and Adam could barely tell where one distended orb ended and the other began. The titanic nuts were bloated and swollen to obscene proportions, looking almost like a basketball stuffed into a huge, hairy, reddish-purple sack. Adam could see the huge orbs visibly throbbing with pain, and the sight made Adam’s own hard cock throb in response, even though he had already shot five of his own big loads that night. 

Adam put a sixth condom on his throbbing teen dick, and once more shoved his big cock back up Coach’s tight, muscular asshole. Coach barely felt the pain of the huge intruder up his ass since the agony from his throbbing balls completely filled his mind. Adam made sure his pelvis crushed the Coach’s bloated nuts with each powerful lunge, and the groans and grunts of pain quickly had Adam nearing orgasm. Finally, Adam could take no more, and he spewed his sixth huge load of the night up the Coach’s muscular ass. Adam had never cum so much or so powerfully in his life, and he wondered if he ever would again. 

The muscular teen jock next grabbed a nearby hairdryer, turned it on high, and held it against Coach’s monstrously bruised and battered sac. Adam then smiled malevolently as he watched the the swollen, cantaloupe-sized lumps try in vain to get away from the heat. The horrifically abused nuts twitched and jerked as Adam heated them up, and the young man could swear that they were growing even larger still! Adam kept the hairdryer trained on Coach’s abused nuts for so long that it began to crisp the dark, wiry hairs coating the enormous scrotum, and was no doubt more than halfway cooking the incredibly dense meat within. 

But Adam knew that all good things must eventually come to an end. The young man looked out the window and saw that dawn was on its way, and realized that he had been torturing the coach’s inhumanly huge balls for nearly 12 straight hours. The young jock couldn’t believe that any man’s balls could possibly endure so much abuse, and he had to admit a grudging respect and admiration for the tremendous power and raw strength in those two most massive of bull balls. He was also grateful for the amount of pleasure and enjoyment that Coach Steele had given him. But with dawn on its way, Adam realized that the time had come to finish the big man off once and for all. 

Once again taking a thin rope, Adam tied a noose around the base of Coach’s horrifically swollen nuts and began to pull them. This time, however, Coach’s nutsac was so filled with swollen ball meat that there was very little slack to be had, and Adam only succeeded in stretching the mighty balls about 2 ½ inches from the man’s crotch. Adam tied off the end of the rope, knowing that 2 ½ inches was plenty of room for what he was planning. 

Adam stood on Coach’s big, muscular ass, his thick-soled boots making slight indentations in the big man’s smooth skin but otherwise not making a dent in the awesomely powerful and dense gluteal muscles. He then placed one booted heel over Coach’s swollen left nut. Adam began to add his weight to the orb and felt it slowly squish under his foot, growing flatter and flatter as he transferred his weight from the man’s ass to his steadily crumbling ball. Finally, he had all 230 pounds of gridiron-hardened jock muscle bearing down on the horribly battered nut, and the coach screamed in renewed agony. His red and swollen nut was squashed nearly flat as a pancake, but somehow it still refused to pop. Adam even hopped up and down a few times, but still the great nut held. Adam repeated the procedure on the Coach’s bloated right nut, but that mighty orb also proved too strong to bust. 

Not one to be so easily daunted, Adam began to stomp on the huge orbs, slamming his booted heel into the gigantic testicles over and over again with all the strength of his powerful young body. The stomping and kicking continued to gradually weaken the orbs, squashing them flatter and flatter with each blow, and bringing them closer to destruction. But still the mighty testes survived, stubbornly resisting every one of the young man’s efforts to destroy them. 

Adam was getting frustrated and angry by this point, and even a tiny bit fearful that Coach’s huge stud nuts might actually be indestructible. As the sun began to crown over the horizon, Adam knelt one last time to inspect Coach’s mighty nuts. The great orbs were so dark purple with bruises as to almost be black, and they were swollen even larger than before if that was even possible. Adam grasped a goliath nut in each hand, filling his big hands to overflowing, and began to squeeze and crush as much of the great orbs as he could with his thick, powerful fingers. He smiled as his clutching digits easily penetrated into the very heart of the man’s impossibly thick ball meat, and he could feel their remaining resistance further waning. These huge nuts had started off the night has hard and rock solid as the Coach’s massive biceps, and now the mighty orbs were downright squishy, their meager strength ebbing fast. Adam knew he was close to his prize. Very close. 

Adam gave the orbs one last mighty squeeze, then got up and once again went out to the garage. When he returned a minute later, he was carrying a heavy duty sledgehammer in his hands, the kind used to break up sidewalks and concrete. Coach Steele saw the huge hammer in Adam’s hands, and the big muscle man went wild, thrashing against his bonds with renewed fury. The mighty Coach knew what Adam planned next, and he knew that his massive bull nuts, his greatest pride and joy, could never hope to survive it. 

Adam moved to stand behind Coach Steele, placing his booted feet between the big man’s widely spread and enormously muscular thighs. He then stared down at the massive, throbbing objects of his jealousy, rage, and lust for several long moments, making sure to etch every last detail of this scene in his head to remember forever. Then he gently placed the head of the huge steel mallet on top of Coach’s huge left ball, taking aim. The man’s entire, magnificently muscular body started to quiver in terror as the cold, cold hammer touched his colossal nut, and Adam’s cock gave a huge lurch at the sight. He also noticed that the sheer weight of the large hammer caused the massive but squishy orb to dent slightly on top. 

It was time. 

Adam lifted the hammer over his head with both hands and, with a bellow of fury and hatred and using all of the strength his teen jock body could muster,  he slammed it down into the left side of the man’s bloated sac. The hammer landed with annihilating force, and Adam could actually hear the loud and sickening POP!!! as Coach’s titanic left nut spectacularly exploded, squashed flat inside the battered scrotum. 

The dying testicle shot its last load as it was destroyed, and this one put all the previous orgasms to shame. Either Coach’s huge ball had a vast hidden reservoir of cum that Adam had not yet tapped, or his balls were able to recharge at super human speeds. Regardless, as Coach bellowed in incredible agony, truly colossal ropes of thick white cum shot out of his enormous cock with such force that they slammed into the doorway at the top of the door, splashing against the lintel and dripping in huge globs down to the already cum-soaked floor below. The orgasm lasted for over a full minute, and Adam thought that it was cool that the nut’s last load had been wasted on the floor instead of in his mom. 

Lifting the sledgehammer high, Adam prepared to finish off Coach’s remaining nut. Again, Adam swung with all his might, slamming the hammer into the bloated right nut with tremendous force and a sickeningly loud CRUNCH!! But though the great nut was smashed almost flat, it didn’t rupture, and regained its now somewhat lumpy but still ball-like shape once the hammer was lifted. Furious, Adam struck again and again, driving all of his anger and strength into the muscle man’s lone surviving nut, but still the titanic testicle refused to burst. 

In the end, Adam had to hammer Coach’s swollen right nut four times before it, too, ruptured with a loud and reverberating SQUICK!!! 

Coach bellowed in unimaginable agony, and a last orgasm began to blow from his mighty cock, the gigantic load just as huge and superhuman as the one he had blown only moments before. Adam dug his booted heels into the two broken balls throughout the final, spectacular orgasm, grinding and squashing the shattered and broken testicles as Coach thundered out one last, magnificent, colossal orgasm. 

Once the awesome, titanic ejaculation eventually ended several minutes and several dozen slugs of cum later, Coach finally and mercifully passed out. The brutal and violent loss of his two gigantic stud nuts was more than even this mighty muscle man could take, and his mind retreated into the safety of utter darkness. 

Adam dressed and untied the big muscle man, his enormously muscular form looking limp and lifeless. He gathered up his six cum-filled condoms and prepared to leave. He turned at the last moment, and his anger made him take one last brutal kick at the once heroically virile balls of his football coach. His booted foot impacted with the busted balls with great force, and the pulped contents of Coach’s swollen ball bag quivered like it was filled with jelly. Then Adam left, leaving the mightily muscular Coach lying in a huge lake of his own cum, his broken and busted balls resting heavy and shapeless on the cold tile floor. 

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On Monday, Adam learned that the Coach had been in some kind of accident, and would be out for the rest of the semester. He smiled inwardly at the news, and he knew that they would never be seeing Coach Steele again. 

It wasn’t until several months later that Adam learned that his mom was unexpectedly pregnant. With a boy no less. Adam thought it a wry irony that Coach Steele managed to father a child after all, and with Adam’s own mom, foiling the handsome young teen’s attempts to obliterate the big man’s humongous balls before he had a chance to procreate. Adam would be watching his little half brother closely as he grew up, and if he took too much after his neutered father, then Adam might need to further prune the family tree a bit… 

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When Coach Steele regained consciousness several hours after the destruction of his gigantic testicles, he managed to crawl to the kitchen telephone, his swollen ball bag dragging heavily and uselessly on the floor behind him. He called 9-1-1 and was rushed to the hospital, where the shocked and horrified doctors looked at the unbelievably brutal damage to the big man’s huge nuts and knew that they were well beyond saving. Coach Steele steadfastly refused to let the doctors amputate his shattered balls, though, and instead insisted that the doctors do all they could to save them. The doctors reluctantly agreed, though they expressed no hope that such heavily damaged organs could be saved and were worried for the big man’s life if the ruined testicles were not removed. 

In the operating room, the doctors made a careful incision down the centerline of Coach’s bulbous scrotum, and a veritable flood of broken nut guts spilled out all over the table. One nurse fainted dead away, and one of the doctors had to turn away and become violently ill, but the rest of the medical team quickly went to work to see if there was any part of the mighty young man’s masculinity that they could salvage. 

Both of Coach Steele’s enormous balls had ruptured in multiple locations, allowing the tiny filaments and sperm-producing tubules of the balls’ interiors to spill out into the man’s hairy and battered scrotum. Surprisingly, the tiny spaghetti-like vesicles looked largely intact, so the doctors began the painstaking process of separating the left ball from the right. Once they had separated the shattered mess into two mushy mounds of broken nut guts, two separate teams began the effort to repair the balls themselves. This process basically involved stuffing the vesicles and tubes back in through the various and appropriate ruptures in the thick ball walls, suturing the walls closed, stitching back up the long incision in the scrotum, and then hoping for the best. 

The next few days were touch and go. Coach Steele was kept in a medically-induced state of unconsciousness, and his mangled and misshapen balls looked hopelessly damaged. But as time went by, the horrific swelling in Coach’s balls began to slowly diminish, and they began to take on a healthier color and shape. The doctors were stunned and amazed at the Coach’s powers of healing, as they had felt that saving even a portion of the man’s huge testicles would have been a medical miracle considering the amount of damage and injury that the two orbs had received. 

But within a week or so, it became clear that the thick tissues of Coach’s balls were still alive and on their way to recovering. In a few more weeks, almost all outward signs of the brutal damage had disappeared, with just a few exceptions. Coach’s balls were no longer perfect egg shapes like they had been before the attack, but were a little lumpy and knobbly as a result of the beating, rupturing, and subsequent reconstructive surgery. The balls were also noticeably larger than they had been before, for their tough and fibrous outer shells had hardened and thickened. The end result was that Coach Steele’s balls were even more inhumanly massive than before, and their somewhat bumpy shape actually made them look even more rugged and intensely masculine. 

But even with his balls’ astounding recovery, the doctors feared that Coach Steele would be sterile for the rest of his life, unable to produce sperm or perhaps even achieve orgasm. The damage his two balls had sustained was beyond extreme, and the doctors tried to be hopeful that the big man would recover at least a fraction of his previous virility. 

And here again, Coach Steele proved them all wrong. 

About a month after the attack, Coach Steele was deemed healed enough to undergo further testing. The big man was given a private room and some pornographic materials to assist him, and then left alone. Before he shut the door, Coach Steele asked for half a dozen extra sample cups. The charge nurse smiled and gave him the requested cups, though she thought the handsome and powerfully muscular man was being tremendously over-optimistic. 

Coach Steele remained behind that closed door for 10 minutes, then 15 minutes, and then 20 minutes. The doctors began to worry that the big man wasn’t able to achieve an erection or perhaps couldn’t bring himself to orgasm. They hesitated to knock on the door, though, not wanting to interrupt the big man, but their anxiety levels continued to rise. 

Finally, half an hour after the muscular football coach entered the private room, the door opened and a blushing but smiling Coach Steele poked his head out and asked for assistance. The head doctor and charge nurse both entered the room, and the sight before them stopped them in mid stride. 

The entire room was a sloppy mess and reeked of sex. The metal tray containing the 6 sample cups sat on the middle of the table, and all six cups, as well as the tray itself and a large portion of the table, were filled to the rim and covered with thick and chunky spunk. Multiple huge stripes of the sticky goo also painted the walls, chair, and even the television set mounted high up on one wall. Coach Steele sheepishly explained that when his orgasm hit, it came on with such power and force that he had panicked. He pointed the first few blasts into the cups, but those were filled almost immediately, and he spun around the room looking for some place else to dump the rest of his load, liberally spraying the room in the process. Finally, he found a short metal wastebasket in one corner, and dumped the rest of his gargantuan load in there. The nurse looked, and sure enough, the wastebasket was nearly a quarter full with what looked like a good half gallon of the Coach’s man cream. 

Needless to say, the event caused a sensation at the hospital, and later the entire medical community, particularly after Coach Steele had explained that his loads had always been this big, ever since he was a young teen. 

By the time the tests came back on Coach’s sperm, the doctors were not surprised that not only were Coach Steele’s gargantuan balls still producing viable sperm, the big man’s sperm count was literally off the charts. The doctors couldn’t find a medical explanation for such hyper masculine virility, and simply determined that the young man was a medical and genetic marvel. 

Thus it was that less than two months after his attack, Coach Steele was fully recovered and released from the hospital. The big man immediately left town for a while, going up to his cabin in the woods to think and reflect...and to plot revenge against the young man who had so nearly destroyed his mighty nuts. 

To be continued…?