Hockey Cock - Jayse Version

The following story is one of the first that I ever decided to rewrite and make my own, and it's still one of my favorites. Once again, my ending to the story is vastly different to the original ending, as you'll see when I post the original version in a few days.

Enjoy!

Hockey Cock

Based on an original story from an unknown author

"Start talking, Big Dick!"

"Fuck you, man!"

Connor, the forward guard, jabbed the handle end of the hockey stick deeper into BD's naked crotch, crushing his massive balls against his groin. The defiant young hockey player groaned from the new pain and jerked his powerfully muscular arms futility against the tight grip of his teammates who were holding him firmly in place. His entire team was reveling in the sight of this big-dicked pretty boy finally getting the mauling he deserved. 

Benjamin Daniel Matthews, better known to fans and teammates as “BD”, was in deep shit. How could he have expected to get away with it? He should have quit the team and left town the same day be squealed to the Gaming Commission. But he had had no idea how widespread the corruption was -- no idea that he, as the newest member of the team, was the only one not involved in the point shaving scam. As a result, his teammates had no trouble figuring out that it was Matthews who ratted on them. Now it was just a matter of getting him to admit it. After that…  

It wasn't just his betrayal that had enraged his teammates, though. Some of them had had it in for him since he first joined the team. BD Matthews' stunning athletic ability on and off the ice; his instant popularity with the fans, particularly with the women; his darkly handsome, chiseled face, like that of a comic book super hero; his tall, studly frame, packed with over 250 pounds of rock hard and bulging muscle; and that enormous cock and mammoth and pendulous balls of his -- all had combined to make him an object of intense envy among the other athletes. They all watched him warily and jealously in the showers and in the locker room, envious of his many gifts, and wondering if he could be trusted with the team's dirty secret. 

After his first exposure in the showers, where his prodigious genitals could not go unnoticed, the others had decided his initials would stand for "Big Dick" or sometimes "Biggus Dickus.” Even completely soft, BD’s huge cock dwarfed the hard cocks of most other men, hanging a thick and beefy 8 ½ inches between his powerful, intensely muscular legs. When fully hard, the stud’s awesome cock swelled to over a foot in length and was easily as thick as a Coke can. In perfect compliment to BD’s mighty cock were a set of heroically oversized balls, the kind of gigantic nuts one would normally only find on a bull. Each thick orb was the size of a large fist, and together the mammoth balls were so heavy that they stretched the stud’s thick scrotum to over 3 inches from his crotch. Though his teammates made fun of BD and accused him of shaving his big balls, the truth was that the stud was so awesomely virile and his huge gonads such powerhouses of testosterone production that his balls were naturally devoid of hair. 

Matthews hadn't liked the appellations, nicknames, and rude jokes much, especially since he had had to face them all his life, but he had tried to accept his teammates resentful ribbing with good humor. But now he realized more than ever how much his oversized genitals had elicited such angry jealously among his teammates. 

They had jumped him while be was in the locker room dressing for practice. Before he knew what was happening to him, BD's teammates had stripped off his over stuffed jockstrap, which was all he had been wearing at the time, and had force-marched him up to the deserted rink. The bitter cold of the ice shot lances of fire up BD’s naked feet, hardening his big juicy nipples to sharp points in seconds, but BD hardly felt the cold. Fear and his thundering heartbeat were keeping him warm, and his gorgeously muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat despite the chill of the rink. 

"Who did you name, you piece of shit?" Nelson, the hulking blond goalie, wanted to know. "Did you name us all, or just some of us, you little rat's ass!?" With a viciousness BD had so far only seen expended on their hockey opponents, Nelson struck young BD across the face, nearly knocking him unconscious. BD saw stars as he shook his handsome head and tried to recover from the powerful blow. 

"Strap him to the wall, boys," ordered Connor, who seemed to be in charge of the interrogation. 

They spread-eagled the handsome young hockey star against one of the billboards that ringed the arena, using handgrips attached to be wall as fasteners to which they lashed his arms and legs. BD looked around him and realized his heavy crotch, exposed and vulnerable, was positioned in the center of the "O" in a huge advertisement for "Coke, the Taste That Refreshes." His powerful arms and thickly muscled legs reached the bright red outer extremities of the painted circle, and his chiseled midriff and beefy crotch area were centered within it. 

"Let me down," he said simply, trying not to sound too much like he was pleading. He watched in growing trepidation as his teammate Connor took one of BD's skates and extracted one of the laces. To the amusement of the other men, Connors tied one end of the lace to the skate blade, then roughly encircled BD's huge exposed gonads with the other end of the string. He tied it off then let the skate drop so that it pulled the lace tight. BD grunted sharply from the sudden pain to his huge balls. The heavy-duty skate dangled between his legs, bumping into the billboard and painfully stretching the young man's gargantuan nuts to more than 5 inches from his crotch. 

"Who did you talk to, Big Dick?" Hansen growled. 

When BD said nothing, Hansen's and Connor's eyes met briefly, then Connor, who was holding a hockey puck in his right hand, went through the wind-up motions of a baseball pitch. BD realized to his horror that his powerful teammate was about to hurl the puck directly into his already traumatized genitals. Connor threw the hard rubber puck, and the projectile met its target dead center, smacking directly into BD’s cock and balls and sending waves of searing pain throughout BD's body. His beefy balls ached incredibly, and his thick dick felt as if it were smashed and bruised to the point of uselessness. He could feel his balls contracting and trying to creep up into his abdomen for protection, but they were stretched tight by the weight of the big hanging skate. In the back of his mind, BD cursed that his feet were so big, necessitating such huge skates. He cried out in deep-throated pain, no longer caring whether or not he was putting up a brave front. 

"You're gonna lose that huge nutsac of yours if you don't start talking, son…” Connor's voice was menacing, serious, and utterly believable. The young man knew that, this time, his teammates weren’t playing some game with him. 

BD had become accustomed to risqué highjinks among the hockey players. His initiation to the team had included having his clothes ripped from his body, after which he was strapped butt-down onto the massage table in the locker room. The entire team gathered around him, wearing jock straps over the lower part of their faces in order to mock the appearance of surgeons about to cut up a patient. Connor had been in charge of that show as well, and BD had been genuinely afraid when he saw the straight razor in Connor's hand. They creamed his crotch with Barbasol, and while BD struggled against his bonds, they shaved off all his pubes. When they got to the tender, wrinkled skin of his big oversized ballsac, already naturally hairless, he began yelling for them not to cut him. At that point Hansen had taken BD's own jockstrap and stuffed it into his mouth to shut him up. 

They yanked on his balls and roughly massaged them for a very long time, threatening time after time to cut the massive testicles off. It wasn’t long before BD’s huge cock had become galvanized with both fear and the constant ministrations of his captors, soaring like a mighty spear of flesh out over his corrugated belly to tap just below his massive, squared-off pecs. His teammates had been stunned by the sheer size of the huge horse cock, and someone had had the presence of mind to grab a measuring tape and establish its length at just over 13 eye-popping inches. 

They then began to stroke his huge cock as they continued to roughly massage his mammoth balls, telling the handsome, muscular stud that if he came, they would castrate him. While his teammates worked to bring him to orgasm, a terrified BD tried with all his might to keep from cumming. In an incredible show of strength, will, and control, BD held out for nearly three straight hours of continuous masturbation. His extraordinarily rigid pole soon became red and raw from the prolonged frigging, and his cock began to drool precum like other men pee, quickly coating his tightly muscled belly and sides with his hot, slick fluid, but he still refused to cum. 

Finally, after nearly three hours of continuous masturbation, BD couldn’t take it any more; his muscles bunched in deep relief as every fiber of his being tried to stop the inevitable, but the pistoning hands on his aching cock and the meaty hands fondling and squeezing his cum swollen nuts would not be denied their prize. With a mighty bellow through his jockstrap gag, BD began to cum, the first blast of cum taking all the men by surprise in its sheer eye-popping size and extraordinary muzzle power. 

Over three feet long and thick as a pencil, this first jet of cum erupted with such force that it flew clear past BD’s head to strike the far wall another 10 feet away. Another blast, and another and another and yet another followed in a seemingly endless display of hyper masculine virility. 

BD bellowed in terror as Connor raised the scalpel and yanked down viciously on his huge nuts, still vigorously pumping out their super human load. Connor brought the blade swinging down onto BD’s overstretched ball cords, and BD screamed. The deadly blade swung down in a deadly arc, and the young man knew that his mighty balls were going to be severed from his body. 

The other teammates began to bellow with laughter, for Connor had replaced the scalpel with a fake knife, which struck harmlessly against the stretched flesh of BD’s nutsac. The terrified rookie was released, his cock still pumping out the remainder of his mammoth load. He cupped his huge balls in intense relief, at first not believing that they were unharmed. An ashamed and humiliated BD was left to clean the locker room, where he had pumped out over two pints of thick man cream. 

After the "surgery," his teammates had jeered at the young man’s hairless crotch in the shower for days afterward. For weeks, he had been too shy to pick anybody up at the bars for fear of ridicule once he was naked in bed, and he had had to make do with beating off regularly rather than hooking up with any of his many female admirers. Even jacking off felt different to him without his man hair. But finally, the stigma of the newly initiated had begun to disappear as his crotch regained its normal thatch. 

BD’s mind snapped back to the present as he finally began recovering his breath. Connor tossed a hockey puck to his buddy Hansen, and the other players oohed mockingly as the powerful hunk prepared to take his turn at pitching it into BD's groin. He went through a rapid wind-up and pitch, with BD watching in horrified silence. Then the young stud screamed even louder than last time as his privates were again smashed by the heavy puck, mashing his beefy package against the wall with a loud and resounding THUNK! 

Connor was losing patience. He grabbed the bound victim's abused cock and balls in his strong right hand and jerked them mercilessly outward from BD's body, causing the young man to gasp and cry out once more from the pain. The dangling skate banged loudly against the backboard. Connor squeezed tight, crushing the strong but yielding mass in his thick, rough hand. 

"Come on, boy… who'd you talk to? Who'd you name?” Connor kept asking, staring coldly into the hurting man’s stunning blue eyes. He undulated his powerful fingers as they clasped BD's ballsac, and managed to pin one of the victim's huge bull nuts in between his thumb and forefinger. "You're gonna talk to me, boy…” When BD did nothing but grimace and whimper, Connor squeezed the tender organ with all his might, pinching his strong fingers closed around the huge gonad. 

The force of Connor’s vice grip was devastating. BD's left ball began to deform under the tremendous pressure, oozing between Connor’s powerful fingers and threatening to burst. He screamed until he was hoarse. Almost delirious from the pain and with his huge nut about to explode, BD finally broke down. 

"It was the Gaming Commission!!” he blubbered. "They said they'd arrange a big bonus for me if I kept my eyes and ears open!” 

"You sorry piece of shit!” Connor said menacingly. "So you sold out your teammates! Who'd you name?" He had found BD's right ball and was ready to crush it as he had just done with the left one. 

BD whimpered, scared for his manhood. "I… I said I didn't know how many were in on the scam.” 

"Who'd you name? " it was Hansen who shouted.

"I said I was pretty sure you two guys were involved," he told Hansen, with a pleading look in his eyes. "You and Connor. I… I said I wasn't sure.” 

There was a moment of silence as the other players, standing about in various stages of undress, considered what the stooge had just told them. Connors and Hansen were in the most immediate danger, of course. But how could the others be sure the authorities weren't on to them as well? Connor seemed to sense that his men were with him, that they would support the requisite punishment of a traitorous stooge. The team captain resumed giving orders to the others. 

"Take him down, boys," Connor ordered. "Let's play some hockey. The stud here can watch us from the goal.” 

They untied BD from his spread-eagled position on the billboard and unfastened the ball weight, causing the young man to groan both from relief and from new pain that shot through his balls once the lace was untied. Then they shoved him across the ice to the nearest goal. Kicked in the knees from behind, BD was forced bare-assed down onto the freezing cold ice. His muscular legs were spread wide apart and the ankles tied off to the sides of the goal net. His arms were stretched above him, and his wrists were likewise tied to the netted enclosure. BD's huge dick and much abused balls rested on the surface of the ice, where the cold began to seep into his thick flesh. The cold ice was at first a relief against his much abused meat, but soon the icy cold began to penetrate and make his cock and balls throb with new pain. His big, meaty ass and the backs of his massive legs, pressed against the cold surface, also soon began to tingle and ache from the fierce cold. 

Not wanting BD’s huge flaccid horse dick to absorb the upcoming blows of the hockey puck, Connor produced an extra large cock ring and forced it down the length of BD’s thick cock shaft. He then masturbated the huge meat until it reached its full, awesome 13+ inches of throbbing masculinity. With the cock ring in place, Connor knew BD’s horse dick would not go soft this side of the millennium. To insure that the cock remained out of the way, Connor also took several pieces of bandaging tape and taped BD’s thick cock against his corrugated belly. With the huge, obscenely oversized and rock hard cock out of the way, Connor let the next fun begin. 

The otherwise nearly naked men finished donning their pads and helmets and began their practice session. Each time one of them shot the puck toward the goal, however, Nelson the goalie deliberately let the shot through, allowing it to slam into BD's exposed bull balls with punishing force. The prisoner threw his head back and howled from the pain each time he was hit. Nelson feigned concern and promised to do a better job of goal tending next time. 

Over and over and over again, the solid hockey puck, made even harder by the freezing ice, slammed into BD’s enormous genitals with a loud and beefy SMACK! The destructive force of even one such blow would have been enough to shatter most men’s balls, no matter how big or how tough, but BD’s mighty whoppers somehow still endured, swelling larger and larger and becoming red and purple with bruises, but stoically and stubbornly refusing to break. 

Finally, after more than 50 devastating direct hits to BD's screaming and mangled balls, the young man began to slump into semi-consciousness. He was sure that his once mighty bull balls had been pulverized into a meaty, pulpy mass of broken ball flesh. 

Tiring of this game, his teammates untied BD, hauled his nearly limp form upright, and shoved him into one of the penalty boxes, positioning him in a standing position about eight inches behind the wooden rail of the box. The rail was slightly higher than PD's crotch. Hansen entered the box as well, carrying an industrial-size staple gun. 

"Put his dick up on that rail, boys," Hansen ordered. His teammates roughly jerked the tape from BD's hairy belly, pulling out a significant amount of course hair in the process, and grasped the thick shaft of their hapless victim. While two men held BD in place, his massive manmeat was pressed downward and laid out onto the flat surface atop the wooden rail and pinned down. 

"No, man… no!" BD cried softly as Hansen moved in with the stapler. He pressed the business end of the device hard against the big thick glans of BD's abused cock, gave BD a sneering smile, and then squeezed the firing mechanism. 

There was a dull bang as the sharp steel of the huge staple was forced down through BD's unwilling flesh and into the wood below. BD screamed and threw his head back, crying out "Oh God!!" over and over again. His knees were weak, but he had enough sense not to collapse. Using all his strength, BD managed to retain consciousness and remain in an upright position in order to prevent his fall from ripping the end of his cock off. 

Connor picked up BD’s discarded jersey and tore off the sleeves. Then he tossed BD his jersey and ordered him to don it over his massive torso. BD held the ripped but treasured uniform up for a last glance at his number and the proud white lettering across the back of the broad shoulder, "B.D.Matthews," then dutifully put it over his head. His mighty arms protruded out the torn sides of the jersey like two huge slabs of beef, and his awesome chest caused the jersey to stretch tight against his thick, huge, and perfectly shaped pecs, causing his large nipples to poke prominently against the thin fabric. 

The other team members laughed and left BD standing in his helpless position. His mighty arms were free, but he was unable to do anything to help himself other than steady himself against the wooden railing. Any attempt to release his stapled meat would only result in more mutilation. 

The men continued their practice, occasionally using BD's ballsac as a target. BD could only watch in agony and horror from the penalty box as blow after blow struck the already battered balls, causing the heavy, pendulous balls to swing wildly in their much-abused sac. This brutal punishment continued for another hour, and BD’s mighty orbs swelled even larger with pain and extreme trauma. Eventually, the young hockey player's balls became so bruised that they were not longer a healthy pink, but were instead completely covered with the bright red and purple of a fresh bruise, and had swollen larger than the size of grapefruit. BD was barely conscious, but clung to awareness for fear of falling and ripping off his impaled cock head. 

On a couple of occasions, when one of the players would leave the ice for a swig of Gatorade or to take a piss, BD was molested as he stood waiting in the penalty box. Lautrec, a hunky Frenchman from Quebec, skated over to the box, eyeing the naked prisoner lasciviously. He stepped behind the pinned stud, placed his hands inside BD’s tattered jersey, and ran his hands down the Adonis’s perfect body. When his hands came to BD’s bruised and swollen balls, Lautrec grasped the big low hangers roughly in both of his fists (for one hand could not hope to contain both of the grotesquely swollen and massive testicles) and began to roughly pull, tug, twist, and squeeze the huge testes. At this point, even the slightest touch to his battered balls sent bolts of pain throughout BD’s groin, and the extremely rough manhandling almost caused the young stud to pass out. However, the ball work began to have its desired effect, and the first clear drop of precum began to ooze out of the young buck’s skewered cock. 

Connor decided he'd had enough. He skated over to the side of the bound, naked prisoner and slapped him smartly across the face with his heavily gloved hand. "You ready to tell us the whole story now, boy?" Connor demanded. BD merely contorted his breathtakingly handsome face in the expression of a man fighting back tears. He shook his head, indicating he had nothing to say. 

“Alright then, boys," Connor intoned, staring into BD's scared blue eyes. "We'll finish what we started when we initiated him. Tie him to the posts.” 

The threat brought new life to BD's face. "No, Connor, really! I swear I didn't give them anything they could ever use in court! Please!” 

BD's pleas were to no avail as his husky teammates quickly lashed his arms and legs to the posts of the penalty box. Once again they stuffed a jock strap deep into his open mouth. It was a discarded strap from the laundry bin, and its intense odor and the flavor of manly crotch sweat, piss, and precum made BD gag repeatedly. The others didn't bother with their mock surgical masks this time. They looked deadly serious as they circled the box and Connor once again took up the straight razor that would serve as his scalpel. BD tried to scream, but the sounds would not emerge from his throat. His magnificent chest was heaving with nervous panic, and his skin was covered with a sheen of sweat.

"Where'd you get a set of bull balls and a horse cock like that anyway?" Connor queried with disgust as be eyed the heavily bruised meat hanging between BD's wide spread, muscular legs. 

"Your mother fuck a stallion or something?" Hansen laughed. A few of the other men chuckled. 

Connor stared in BD’s eyes and said, “This time I will finish what I should have done months ago. And this time, when you hit orgasm, you can kiss your oversized nuts good-bye! Once I’ve cut these obscene goolies off of you, your teammates here will play hockey with your severed balls. I’ll force you to watch as they whack them and slapping them over and over again with their hockey sticks until those massive nuts are reduced to a shapeless mass of broken ball meat. Then I will sever your donkey dick here, and shove it down your own throat until you choke to death on it. We’ll drop your sorry carcass off a bridge outside town where no one will ever find it. Prepare to face the music, asshole!” 

This time, it would take even longer for BD to reach orgasm, due to the mauled and battered condition of his balls and the staple piercing the engorged flesh of his huge cock head. But, despite the tremendous abuse they had already suffered that would have destroyed a lesser man’s balls 100 times over, BD’s balls were still intact and fully functional, and churning with a huge load of fresh stud cream. 

Hour after hour, BD’s teammates masturbated their abused prisoner, stroking his huge cock and fondling his mighty balls. Some of the men played even rougher with the helpless muscle stud, pounding BD’s tenderized and screaming nuts with their powerful fists, knees, and even boots, not caring whether the masculine hunk’s super human balls could endure the abuse. But no matter how vicious and cruel their brutal torture, the relentless ball work and pistoning of his cock brought BD closer and closer to ejaculation, and closer and closer to castration and death. 

Two hours went by…, then three…, then four! The hockey players couldn’t believe BD’s staying power! Buckets of precum had been flowing freely from BD’s impaled cock for hours, running down the length of his now legendary horse cock and dripping in long ropes to the ice below, where the hot fluid quickly cooled into puddles of ice. In time, the color of the precum changed from clear to milky to pure white, signaling that BD was inching closer to orgasm. 

Finally, after over five hours of constant stimulation, it was clear that BD was nearing the end of even his extraordinary stamina. Huge amounts of precum, thick with fresh sperm, flowed freely from BD’s cock like a great river. Had his teammates not witnessed one of BD’s gargantuan orgasms once before, they would have assumed he was cumming right now, for the amount of precum flowing from his cock exceeded what a normal man could cum in a week. But BD hung on with sheer will and determination, desperately trying to stave off the inevitable. 

Soon, it was clear that BD couldn’t hold out any longer. His trapped and stapled cock swelled larger still, and quivered in anticipation as BD clenched every one of his great muscles, squeezing tight and holding back the seminal deluge by sheer will alone. Connor grasped the young stud’s huge balls and yanked them viciously toward the floor, stretching the titanic orbs nearly halfway to the hunk’s trembling knees. Connor then placed the knife behind the base of BD’s stretched scrotum, pressing the cold blade against the taut ball cords. 

"Ready to be a eunuch, son?" Connor asked, looking his victim in the eye. Tears streamed down the sides of BD's gorgeous face. He craned his handsome head in order to see his own crotch, then let it drop back again, as if he were afraid to look. 

Connor gave BD’s balls one last, ball-busting squeeze, and that was all it took. BD arched  his back and threw back his head, every gorgeous muscle of his perfectly formed body bulging mightily, and he bellowed in animal fury and ecstasy. The first huge gout of cum blasted from his massive cock, shooting forth with such force that it ripped the staple clear out of the wood, freeing his cock from the post. Blast after gargantuan blast of pure stud sperm followed, painting thick ropes of pearlescent splooge across the ice. Yet even as the bound muscle stud pounded out his colossal load, Connor prepared to sever BD’s huge nuts from his body with one clean cut. 

Suddenly, all of the doors to the ice rink burst open, and dozens of police officers rushed into the room, guns drawn and pointed at the hockey team members. They had been alerted to the situation by a media technician who happened to stop by to pick up his forgotten coat and had witnessed the event from the beginning — and had been quietly taping the entire ball busting event using the more than a dozen cameras installed throughout the rink. He had been so turned on by seeing his favorite hockey hunk getting the crap beaten out of his unbelievably enormous monster nuts that he hadn’t even thought to contact the authorities, but when he saw that BD was in imminent danger of having his glorious and titanic testicles destroyed, he phoned the police. And apparently not a moment too soon. 

The police captain shouted, “Freeze! Nobody move! Connor, put the knife down and step away from Matthews!”

The stunned members of the hockey team could only look around the outskirts of the arena with open-mouthed surprise and a look of panic in their eyes. Most of them immediately began to put their hands in the air. They knew that they had been caught and that it was all over for them.

Connor turned back to BD, the source of the young stud’s extraordinary maleness still gripped in his powerful hand. The handsome hockey player was still pumping out one of the largest and most violent orgasms in the young man’s life. Connor sneered and said, “You may have turned us in, you bastard, but it’s going to cost you your balls!” Connor readied the blade again, and BD cried out in terror. 

A single shot rang out, and Connor instantly went stiff. As BD watched, blood began to flow from Connor’s forehead where a brand new bullet hole had just pierced his brain. Connor dropped the knife from his lifeless hand, and then fell to the ice. The dead man fell as if in slow motion, his body just slowly toppling over and landing in the huge mess of hot nut sludge that was slowly freezing to the rink floor. 

BD, his cock still pumping out tremendous quantities of his male essence, sobbed in unbelieving relief, for his balls, his massive cock, and indeed his life had been spared in the nick of time. 

Once he had recovered from his ordeal, BD Matthews testified in court against his teammates. The whole event was a media circus, especially when video footage of the young man’s unbelievably brutal ball beating was leaked to the Internet. All of BD’s teammates were eventually found guilty of conspiracy, kidnapping, assault, and attempted murder charges and sentenced to multiple life terms in prison, without possibility of parole.