Tim's Titanic Testicle - Jayse Version

I read the original story several years ago, and have always wanted to do a rewrite of my own. But it wasn't until this year that I had both the time and the inspiration.

This is a tale about a big, beautiful, and muscular -- but also shy and meek -- high school senior with a unique and remarkable gift -- a single but colossally tough and oversized testicle. He is the subject of years of taunting and physical and emotional abuse by the bullies and jocks on campus. The abuse culminates in the poor boy's unmanning on the very night of his high school graduation.

The original story had everyone in town involved in the young man's emasculation, including his own parents and siblings, but I decided to keep the rest of the community ignorant of the abuse the poor kid suffers. I also added an epilogue that points toward revenge against those who perpetrated the cruel and brutal crime.

I hope you enjoy!


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Tim's Titanic Testicle

Based on an original story by Nicholas

Tim was a very special young man, not the least because he was born with only one nut. But what was particularly remarkable about that fact was that everyone in his life, from the time he was a boy to the time his testicle was finally crushed in his late teens, was aware of this fact. Stranger still was the way his nut attracted people to kick it, hit it, squeeze it, or torture it. And strangest of all was how Tim never did anything to stop them.

Tim was the youngest of five boys. Growing up, each of his older brothers was an all-star athlete and the big man on campus. They were all large, strapping boys who excelled at every sport they participated in. All four boys were very popular in high school, for not only were they big and hugely built and extraordinarily athletic, they were also devastatingly handsome and very outgoing. The first four boys were each born about one year apart, so they were each one year behind the other in school, and as each became a senior in high school, each was elected Homecoming King, class president, and MVP of his sports team. Each of the boys won state championships in their particular sport -- football, wrestling, baseball, and soccer, respectively -- and all had won sports scholarships for various universities. Two were even Olympic hopefuls at the next upcoming summer games. 

Tim was born six years after his youngest sibling, and was something of an unexpected pregnancy to say the least, considering that his father had gotten a vasectomy after the birth of their fourth son. Tim's father had joked that his balls were so big and full of juice that even a vasectomy couldn't keep him from knocking Tim's mother up...and there may indeed have been some truth to that statement. All of the men in Tim's family were famous for being heroically endowed, and since Tim had the unmistakable stamp of his father, there was no question of his parentage. 

Tim grew up just as big and strong as his older brothers, and in fact appeared likely to exceed even his siblings in height, weight, and sheer strength. But unlike his brothers, Tim showed no interest in sports, and was very withdrawn, quiet, modest, and meek. Bullies literally half his size could boss him around and even punch him with impunity, for the massively muscular young stud would never fight back.  

Tim was cut from the same mold as his father and brothers -- tall with a very large frame, thickly built with muscle yet naturally lean, smooth and unblemished fair skin that tanned easily, thick brown hair, and beautiful blue-green eyes. Even though he was only a teenager and still growing, Tim was already 6'3" tall and weighed 265 pounds of rock-solid muscle. His proportions were spectacular, with shoulders a yard wide, 23-inch arms, and a tight and muscular waist that measured only 30 inches. Who knew how large the already hulking teen would get when he reached full maturity! 

And like his brothers, Tim was also hung huge. His cock was enormous, measuring over 10 inches long when fully soft, and extraordinarily thick. Tim's mighty unit was well shaped and beautiful to behold, with smooth skin, a lovely tracery of thick veins, a large, helmet-shaped head, and a thick hood of succulent foreskin. The handsome young lad had a cock that any man - and most horses - would be jealous of. 

The sole physical area where Tim differed significantly from his father and brothers was that he had only the one testicle. One enormous, gigantic, goliath testicle, like a cyclopean version of normal genitalia. Tim's singular ball was shaped like a normal testicle, only on a gigantic scale - very big, very long, and very thick, a huge oblong goober bigger than the largest coconut and hanging heavy and incredibly low in a smooth and hairless ballsac. Even with his huge tubesteak of a cock out of the way, Tim's mighty bull ball made a huge oval lump in the crotch of his pants now matter how baggy his clothes, and seemed to almost taunt and invite people to bust it. 

Tim developed very rapidly and hit puberty early, as had his brothers, and that's when his parents discovered that their youngest son had only one nut. His parents were concerned, and so they took the shy and embarrassed young boy to a series of doctors, and a battery of tests were performed. The doctors concluded that while the young boy was developing, his two testicles had somehow merged and fused into one. The resulting single orb had an unusually thick outer shell that made it particularly tough and durable. The boy was otherwise perfectly normal, and was in fact rather extraordinary, for not only was his one nut easily the size of 10 or 12 sets of nuts of a normal boy of his age, but even at such a tender young age his sperm count was literally off the charts. The doctors all said that Tim would have a perfectly normal life, including a normal sex life, and that there was nothing to worry about. Tim's parents were relieved. 

Unfortunately for Tim, having just one nut meant having to endure a tremendous amount of ridicule and abuse at school. 

Tim was able to keep his mutant bull nut a secret until junior high school gym class, when an unfortunate shower incident revealed his spectacular endowment and single huge testicle to his young male classmates. The taunts and abuse began almost immediately. 

By then, all of his older brothers had moved out and were off at college, so young Tim had no one to protect him and stand up for him, and he was too quiet and meek to stick up for himself. The young lad also wouldn't reveal to his parents or school administration that he was being harassed and abused on a daily basis, so no adults were aware of Tim's situation, at least not until it was too late. 

From 7th grade onward, Tim’s whole life seemed to revolve around other boys busting his huge ball. All the students at school knew he had just one nut, and when the jocks and bullies wanted something to do, they’d find Tim and wail on his huge gonad. 

At first, they’d all gang up on him, for his size and obvious strength were very intimidating. But eventually, they realized Tim would just let them do anything they wanted to him, so in time they grew brave enough to take on Tim one on one. And it obviously wasn’t like Tim wanted or asked or encouraged people to bust him. It was simply that Tim could never say no to people, would never stand up to them. And once a guy discovered how sexually and physically satisfying it was to kick a guy in his balls (or ball), having Tim around was a dream come true for all the jocks and bullies on campus. 

The abuse started relatively mildly at first, with a lot of shouts and taunts and shoving, but quickly grew into physical violence. At first, the boys were simply trying to establish dominance over the young stud, but as time wore on, they became more brutal in their abuse. The bullies would take turns kicking him or punching him in the nut or doing knee drops on it. In time, they grew even more violent, and would take baseball bats, heavy chains, and even lead pipes to Tim's monstrous bull nut. The abuse eventually turned into a sport, where the boys were actually trying and hoping to pop Tim's huge and meaty nugget. 

But no matter how brutal the abuse, Tim's bloated bull ball always survived. 

Tim continued to grow bigger and stronger as the years went by, and even as a freshman in high school, he was one of the biggest boys on campus. He became particularly "popular" with the athletics department when he reached high school...but not as an athlete. 

The various coaches tried to entice the muscular young man to try out for various sports teams, nearly salivating over the boy's obvious gifts and incredible potential, but the shy and quiet teen always softly demurred and refused. But that didn't stop the jocks themselves from "recruiting" him for their teams. The football, basketball, wrestling, baseball, soccer, and water polo teams all recruited Tim to be their “towel boy” and unofficial mascot, and Tim was too meek to refuse. It quickly became tradition to bust his nut for good luck before a game, and to bust it again after a game to relieve tension. If the team won a game, the team members would celebrate by squeezing, hitting, and kneeing him in the nut, and if there was a loss, then Tim’s testicle would be patiently waiting for them back in the locker room for them to relieve their anger and frustrations. 

All of the high school's various sports equipment was used to bash the ball as well. Footballs, baseballs, bats, rackets . . . all had found their way, with nut-crushing force, into Tim’s singular package. 

Tim's huge testicle was incredibly tough to begin with, particularly with its unusually thick and durable outer shell, but the constant and continual abuse only served to make Tim's nut even stronger. The young man's titanic orb endured abuses that no man's testicle was ever meant to endure, and its continued survival only egged the boys on to attack it with greater violence and vigor. 

The jocks and bullies hoped to render the young man sterile through all of this nut-busting abuse, but here too Tim's massive nut proved to be stronger and tougher than the boys would have thought humanly possible...and the huge ball proved its awesome power on an almost daily basis. 

For you see, when Tim was busted in his ball, his body experienced a very strange and uncontrollable reaction. His enormous mule cock would start to harden as abuse was rained down upon his gargantuan gonad, quickly growing and swelling to its truly awesome and eye-popping full size. At full mast, Tim would sport more than 16 hard-as-steel inches of man meat, which would jut proudly and defiantly from his groin, all but daring the young bullies to do their worst. And they always did. 

As the ball abuse would continue, Tim's humongous cock would grow even harder and thicker and darker, and would begin to drool thick rivers of clear precum like a broken faucet. Finally, after hours or sometimes only minutes of testicular abuse, Tim's giant cock would reach orgasm and the young man would spew forth a massive load. 

Tim's colossal bull ball proved it was no mere showpiece, for it would pump forth loads of legendary proportions. Tim's orgasms frequently lasted several minutes, and resulted in the eruption of dozens and dozens of wads of incredibly thick cum. Each massive rope of cum was thicker than a pencil and several feet long, and burst forth with a force that could not be believed. Tim had been known to pump his sperm nearly the entire length of the locker room, painting walls, floors, lockers, and young athletic studs alike with a thick whitewash of his pearlescent spew. He'd pump out pints of the stuff at a time, and his spunk was so incredibly thick and chunky with his sperm that it had the consistency of a thick pudding, and it would run down locker doors and the skin of hot, muscular young athletes like a thick molasses. 

The jocks loved to see Tim blow his colossal load, for while they were intensely jealous of the muscular, handsome, and humongously hung young stud, they were also powerfully turned on by his power, beauty, and awesome virility. They would compete to see who could get Tim to blow his nut first, who could get him to pump out the most massive load, who could make him shoot the farther, and who could get him to cum the most times in one session. 

Oh yes, Tim brought great joy and perverse excitement to the muscular and horny young jocks of his high school. 

One of the games the jocks loved to play was to force Tim to pull his huge nut down to the bottom of his extremely elongated sac and tie a length of thick cord around the base of his nut, making a tight, secure knot. Then the boys would suspend Tim from the rafters in the high-ceilinged locker room with his legs spread wide and his huge orb hanging loose and unprotected between them and the thick cord hanging down several feet from his trussed up bull ball. The jocks would then take turns grabbing the dangling string and pulling as hard as they could, yanking and jerking Tim's ball in every direction and eliciting cries of pain and agony from the tied up young hunk. The string was passed around, and everyone would have a good laugh as they competed to see who could yank Tim's nut the farthest. Tim's massive scrotum naturally hung down extremely low. his bloated bull nut usually swinging a good 4 or 5 inches from his muscular crotch, but the young jocks were so strong and vicious with the nut pulling that they would frequently stretch Tim's massive ball to twice that distance. 

It wasn't surprising when the nut pulling became more and more brutal, until eventually the muscular young jocks got the bright idea to start swinging from Tim's huge ball. They'd read online that a man's balls had been known to endure carrying up to 70 or 80 pounds before being ripped from his body, but they correctly figured that Tim's humongous ball had to be much stronger than that, and they went about proving it. A young jock would take a running start, leap into the air, grab the cord hanging from Tim's titanic bullock, and swing to the other side. The stretch they achieved in Tim's sac during these tortures was profound, his powerful nut cords straining mightily as they fought to suspend several hundred pounds of muscular stud boy from his crotch. But though Tim screamed and bellowed with each swing, and his ball looked like it would tear free at any moment, he endured even this abuse, pumping out bucket loads of his famously thick and unimaginably copious jizz. 

A few of the jocks in particular had a special "fondness" for the meek and muscular young stud, and took every opportunity to cruelly and viciously bust his nut. Jake, the stocky and hugely muscular wrestling star, enjoyed using Tim to demonstrate wrestling moves to his teammates. He would throw an unresisting Tim down onto the mat, pin his shoulders down, and then plant an atomic knee drop right into Tim's lycra-encased gonad, crushing it to the floor. He would sometimes plant a dozen or more such knee drops into Tim's screaming bull nut, leaving the young man curled on his side with a throbbing ball and a gigantic boner tenting his wrestling singlet. 

One time in particular, Jake just kept dropping his full body weight into Tim's screaming ball again and again, dozens and dozens of times, while his teammates looked on in eager fascination. It was clear that Jake had decided it was time to terminate Tim's massive bollock. Tim threw back his handsome head and bellowed and cried in agony, but made no move to throw the muscular wrestler off of him or otherwise protect his huge nut. His cock grew so hard and so huge that the massive head poked out through his singlet, almost reaching the middle of the young man's densely muscled pecs. Tim's awesome virility couldn't take the abuse, and he ended up spewing a massive load all over his handsome face, bullish neck, and massive meaty pecs, drenching himself in his own creamy effluvium. Jake continued to pound Tim's nut throughout the colossal ejaculation, all but reducing his huge orb to nut soup. But in the end, Tim's massive nut proved even stronger than Jake, who finally had to cease his devastating knee drops and exclaim, "Damn, I didn't pop it!" 

In fact, that soon became a mantra for the boys after they busted Tim. No matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't seem to crack Tim's massive egg. 

Another one of the boys, Sean Creevy of the soccer team, would routinely rape Tim’s ball after a game. He’d take off his cleats, shove his used socks into Tim’s mouth, and Sean’s cronies would hold Tim still. Sean would then use his thickly-built legs, dense with muscular beef from hours of running up and down the soccer field, and kick Tim right in his low-hanging nutsac. He'd kick with all of his might, again and again, crushing Tim's massive goober against his muscular crotch until he finally forced a massive load -- or two or three -- from Tim's throbbing horse cock. Sean was once heard to say after one such session, “I love the way his huge nut feels between my toes when I kick that fat orb all the way up into his throat!” 

And there was also Chris Follard, star linebacker of the school's football team and the only jock on campus who was actually bigger than Tim. Chris stood a only couple of inches taller than Tim at 6'5", but outweighed him by more than 50 pounds, tipping the scales at a colossal 320 pounds of teen muscle. The blond-haired kid was a true freak of nature, and various college football talent scouts were already marking him as one of the game's biggest upcoming stars. The young jock's awesome musculature was obscene, with every inch of his massive frame covered in big, blocky muscles. Though Chris lacked the aesthetic lines and sheer masculine beauty of Tim's phenomenally proportioned physique, Chris' muscle-bloated body was intensely erotic and beautiful in its own right. 

Chris had a particular fetish for Tim’s goliath gonad. Chris was himself massively hung, with a 10-inch cock and huge, goose-egg-sized balls. If it wasn't for Tim's freakish and legendary genitals to compare to, in fact, Chris would have easily been considered  a massively hung uber stud. But Tim's monstrous endowment threatened Chris' status as the biggest man on campus, so he abused Tim every chance he could get. Chris often said that he loved the feeling of Tim’s massive egg under the heel of his enormous size 18 feet, and he commented more than once that if it weren’t illegal, he’d love to someday totally crush Tim’s sex life just to feel a man’s nut give way under his foot. 

Chris was unusual among the bullying jocks in that he was one of the few who would haul out his own heavy equipment and jerk his huge cock into orgasm as he squished and mauled Tim's huge ball. None of the other boys thought this the least bit strange or gay, as Chris was just clearly exerting his alpha male dominance over a lesser man. Chris would later remark on those ball busting sessions fondly, asserting that he’d never had orgasms as strong as the ones he had busting Tim's ball, imagining what it would feel like to be the one to actually burst the testicle he had rolling under his massive foot. 

Tim's high school years slowly ticked by, with every day punctuated by taunts, tortures, and brutal ball abuse. But somehow, miraculously, Tim's titanic testicle endured all that the bullies and cruel jocks could dish out, and it appeared that he might actually survive into adulthood intact. 

But the unimaginably cruel boys of his high school had no intention of letting the handsome and muscular young man keep his massive nut. Instead, they planned a very special party for the young stud on the very night of graduation...

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Burst a Bubble Party

You are cordially invited to Tim Jenkins’s Final Nut Busting

June 18th in the Gymnasium

You will have a final opportunity to take out your aggressions 

on that wonderful one-nutted wonder we all know and love.

The party will start at 5pm sharp, and please bring whatever 

instruments of torture you feel inclined to use.

At 8 we will be selecting someone to completely ruin Tim and 

BURST HIS BUBBLE!!!

So read the flier that the boys on the wrestling team prepared to announce the private graduation night celebration they had planned. The party was kept super secret, and the fliers were only passed to the jocks and bullies on campus who had long enjoyed the thrill and pleasure of beating Tim's massive ball to a pulp. Excitement quickly grew around the event, and the turnout was expected to be huge. 

In the final weeks leading up to graduation, the unsuspecting young lad was subjected to even more frequent and more brutal tortures than ever before. All of the jocks secretly knew that their time abusing the young stud was soon to draw to a close, so they took every opportunity they could get to punch, kick, and maul Tim's huge low-hanger. Jake, Sean, and Chris in particular always seemed to find a way to corner the muscular stud in the hall and deliver the swiftest and most powerful uppercut they could into the lad's massive jewel. 

Friday graduation finally rolled around, and Tim was hopeful that by the end of the ceremony, he would finally be free from the years of torture and abuse that he had endured at the hands (and feet and knees and elbows) of his fellow students. Surprisingly, the morning and the afternoon went by without a single taunt or blow, and before he knew it, Tim had walked to the podium, received his diploma, and crossed to the other side of the stage. It was over! He was free! 

As he began the long walk home at the end of graduation, his cap and gown tucked into his backpack, Tim didn't suspect the foul plot in store for him. Even when the pickup truck pulled in front of him and nearly a dozen jocks jumped out with ropes and chains in hand and wicked smiles on their faces, Tim didn't know what was to come next. But then again, even if he knew, Tim was too meek to run, so the end was, in a sense, inevitable. 

Tim was trussed up in the back of the truck and driven back to the school. In short order, he was brought to the otherwise empty gymnasium, where he was bound hand and foot with his massively muscular body stripped nude and on glorious display. His genitals were left to hang heavy and free between his legs, and he was positioned so that as each boy came in the door, he could punch or kick or squeeze Tim's huge ball in greeting. 

The lads had decided that the evening would feature three rounds of bondage and ball beating, followed by a fourth and final round where one lucky winner would be able to select the final method of Tim's ball's destruction. 

The boys of the wrestling team had also put out quite a spread in honor of the occasion with an all testicle theme, featuring Rocky Mountain oysters, prairie oysters, and bull's balls. Astoundingly, as big as the bull's testicles were, they were not as massive and meaty as Tim's nearly cantaloupe-sized whale nut. Nevertheless, the boys were all going to be chewing down on animal balls while they slowly and methodically busted Tim's one  human ball. 

The guys started arriving before 5 PM, and big Jake greeted them all at the door. He gave them all slips of paper to write down their names and their desired way of fully and finally popping the honored ball of the evening. They were then encouraged to plant a foot in Tim’s exposed groin. For his part, Tim couldn't say anything, for his mouth was stuffed with a pair of Jake's dirty gym socks, only allowing him to make muffled grunts and moans of pain. 

There was much excitement and encouragement as the guests filed in and bashed Tim's nut, and even outright applause as Bart, the all-star baseball player, demonstrated the effectiveness of the baseball bat he’d brought in making Tim’s washboard abs spasm with each blow to his titanic nut. 

Soon dozens of hot young men were milling about, sharing stories of busting Tim, sampling the testicle treats, and having more goes at Tim’s nut. 

When 5:30 rolled around, the boys initiated part two of the night's proceedings. Tim was un-roped and hauled to the center of the room where two hooks had been installed in the ceiling and two on the floor. His arms were hung up over his head and his legs were tied spread-eagle to the floor. His single bollock, which had already started to swell and was bright red, was now ready to receive real punishment. 

Those who hadn’t brought any specific instrument to beat and damage his gonad were given first shot, and each given two minutes to kick, hit, squeeze, pinch, slap, knee, or use any other body part to inflict damage on the huge dangler. Those who had brought something got to sit around in the chairs or in the bleachers and watch the scene. The most popular method was the running kick, and many took off their shoes and/or the their socks so they could feel Tim’s big egg squish between their toes and his pelvis. Other’s favored upper-cut punches to the meaty orb, while yet others just liked to squeeze and maul the huge ball while staring lustfully into Tim's beautiful blue-green eyes as he squirmed in agony. 

Then the others with tools took their places and started their two minutes each of brutal ball beating. 

One guy had brought a paddle and slammed it gleefully into Tim’s exposed crotch, while another had brought electrical paddles which made everyone “ooh” and “ahh” in pleasure as they watched the colossal testicle actually move and squirm with each electrical pulse. 

Big Bart, with his hollow aluminum bat, only got a dozen hits in, owing to the fact that such a weapon might rupture the bloated bull nut prematurely, but found he and his bat were a crowd pleaser nonetheless. 

James, the big and beefy shot put star, brought a huge set of toothless compression pliers that he told the audience he’d been saving for a special occasion to use on Tim. James really put some elbow grease into it as he tried to really and truly compress and crush the swollen baby-maker, all the while huskily whispering into Tim’s ear, “You’re the best, man, you’re the best!” James' enormous cannonball arms bulged and flexed mightily as he tried to close the jaws of the pliers completely, but though he managed to crush Tim's ball down to a fraction of its original thickness, the tough orb simply refused to pop. When his two minutes were up, James revealed to everyone how he’d popped his very first boner as a kid while squeezing Tim’s testicle, which earned him some cheering and applause from the crowd. 

By the time every man in the room had had a whack at Tim's ball, it was 7 PM and time for round three. Tim's fantastically muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat and cum from the three spectacular loads that had already been forced from his tortured nut. The handsome young man was groaning continuously in pain, as a constant blinding agony throbbed through his huge and swollen bull nut. 

The boys moved Tim again, putting him in the third planned position. Tim was placed face-down on the floor in the middle of the room with his hands tied behind his back and legs spread apart and tied to the floor hooks. His already bound and trussed up testicle was stretched away from his crotch with a long rope and secured to a wall-hook, stretching his scrotum an extraordinary 8 inches from his crotch and leaving it completely vulnerable and flat on the floor. 

Then dance music was put on, and all the guys crowded around the bound muscle hunk and danced around him in a line. Whoever was closest to Tim would stomp on his massive boy-gland into the wooden gymnasium floor as hard as they could. Tim's humongous ball was becoming hideously swollen from all of the constant abuse and had turned an angry reddish-purple color. One of the guys remarked that it looked just like a huge reddish balloon, only it was much harder to pop. 

Tim's titanic ball was indeed valiantly continuing to endure this most brutal of abuse, but all of the boys began to note how squishy his ball was becoming. All of the beating and pounding was finally starting to take its toll on Tim's mighty bull nut, gradually wearing down its tough and fibrous outer shell. The booted feet of the dancers were sinking noticeably deeper into the massive gonad with each stomp and kick, and the huge orb was starting to feel positively mushy. 

Nevertheless, Tim's mighty nut continued to repel even the most brutal nut stomps, and everyone kept laughing and shouting, "Damn, it didn't pop yet!" It quickly became a contest to see how many times each person could make Tim twitch as they passed by him and slammed his huge nut into the floor. 

At 7:45, everyone took a quick break to get ready for the fourth and final round. All the slips of paper where put into a hat. There was tremendous excitement and buzzing conversation because EVERYONE wanted to be “the one” to do “the deed.” Tim was roused and untied. As they rolled Tim over onto his back, great big ropes of thick and gooey cum stretched from his abs, chest, and shoulders, all but gluing him to the floor. The young super stud had obviously cum, perhaps more than once, during the dancing and nut stomping abuse, and with his huge cock trapped between his muscular body and the floor, the powerful blasts of cum were trapped against his beautiful body. 

A group of four boys hauled Tim upright. The young man was a bit unsteady on his legs, being only semi-conscious from the sheer agony erupting in his terrifically swollen and battered nut. But as a testament to his great strength and stamina, the young muscle lad was able to stand on his own. The guys passed the hat to Tim, and in perhaps the cruelest twist yet of the evening, made Tim reach his hand into the hat to draw the name, the name of the man who would obliterate his one ball once and for all. 

A hush fell over the audience as the handsome and terrified young man reached into the hat with a shaky, cum soaked hand and pulled out a slip of paper. Jake tore the paper from Tim's trembling fingers, smiled, and read the name aloud. The color seemed to drain from Tim's face as the name was read and the method of his ball's destruction made public to the group of jocks, and his massively muscular legs almost buckled out from under him. 

The winner -- the massive, hulking, 320-pound football linebacker Chris Follard. 

The method of destruction -- crushing Tim's huge gonad to jelly beneath Chris’ feet, using nothing but the linebacker’s own phenomenal body weight. 

The crowd erupted into cheers, for everyone knew that Chris was a showman, and he would make the destruction of Tim's ball a long and spectacular process. Everyone was relieved and pleased that Tim’s torture would be extended for their further enjoyment.

Chris, for his part, was clearly thrilled to be the winner, and he thumped his massive chest and bellowed a war cry to his friends and fellow jocks. The guys all clapped enthusiastically and pounded the big man on his enormously muscular back, congratulating him on his win. 

The huge linebacker then sauntered over to Tim, who was clearly paralyzed with fear. Chris reached down with one massive paw and grasped his prize, clenching the huge orb in his meaty fist. The big man had hands large enough to palm a basketball, but Tim's traumatized testicle was now swollen so huge that it filled even Chris' hand to overflowing. 

The big man clearly reveled in having Tim's huge nut, his sole reproductive organ, sitting heavily in the palm of his hand. He closed his big fingers around the massive, trapped nut and began to squeeze, and was amazed -- Tim's nut was normally so tough and strong that it would barely deform in his grasp, but now his fingers easily dug deep into the thick and incredibly beefy man meat, causing it to bulge grotesquely around his grasping fingers. Chris realized that if he squeezed hard enough, he might actually be able to break Tim's mighty nut with his bare hand here and now!  

The other boys, seeing the way that Tim's mushy ball deformed around the invading fingers, all wondered if the huge orb wasn't mortally wounded already, but Chris knew better; he could feel the power still coursing through that huge beefy bull nut and knew it wasn't nearly destroyed yet, not by a long shot. No, there was definitely a lot of fight still left in Tim's huge ball, and Chris intended to see just how much abuse that huge testicle could take before it burst asunder. 

Jake clinked his glass to get everyone’s attention and announced that Tim had kindly written a speech for the victor. All the boys chuckled at this, for they all knew that Tim had no idea that tonight's events were taking place, and so clearly had not written any speech. Jake laughed as well as he took out some cue cards and read aloud his address, even as Chris continued to stroke and knead Tim’s huge dangling testicle possessively. 

By now, the lone nut was the size of a melon, but Chris had huge hands, and the long, strong fingers slid effortlessly around the nut as he groped it, squeezed it between his fingers, and popped it from hand to hand like some sort of massive and heavy water balloon. He seemed quite unconcerned or even unaware that the huge orb was still attached to a living person, and he grinned enthusiastically at the crowd every time he got a moan, groan, tensing of muscles, or other reaction from Tim. 

Jake read, “I’ve always wanted to have a wife and children, so that I might pass on my genes and my joy of giving, but I now see the wisdom of my friends who will shortly eliminate any chance I might have of a normal life and a family. Instead, they will let me give to the world the one thing I truly have to offer -- my huge, oversized bull ball. I know it’s given all of you great pleasure over the years, and although some days I could barely stand to get out of bed [Jake himself snickered loudly at this], I have never been able to resist or deny you that pleasure, that feeling of profound strength and sexual power you feel as you abuse my great nut." 

"I’ve given my whole life to making other people happy, and now I give the ultimate gift of my one and only nut to everyone here. I hope Chris makes the final moments of my manhood memorable for you, and I leave you with the axiom by which I have lived my life -- ‘I have only one life to live and one nut to give.’ Please remember it when it’s gone. I now commit my nut into Chris’ hands.” 

Someone yelled, “You mean his feet!” and everyone burst out laughing.

Everyone clapped loudly and whistled in appreciation of "Tim's" speech. 

Chris then took center stage and began talking to Tim’s nut as he tortured it in his grip, saying, “Aww yeah, baby, come to papa. You WANNA be crushed, dontcha?” 

Then he shouted to the crowd, “I feel like kicking this baby maker into baby food, whaddya say?” 

The crowd yelled back, “Hell yeah!” "Awright!" "Nail that huge nut!" to which Chris responded, “ALLLLL RIIIIGHT!!! Get this sorry stud up on his feet!” 

The wrestling team dragged the big, muscular, cum-drenched stud back to the center of the gymnasium, and once again secured his muscle-corded arms via the hooks in the ceiling and his thick, powerful legs via the hooks in the floor. Tim's huge, throbbing nut was left to hang impossibly huge and incredibly low in his obscenely distended sac. Tim's scrotum and powerful ball cords seemed to have lost the ability to contract at all, and it looked as if his huge goober might be permanently stretched to 9 eye-popping inches from his cum-dripping crotch, more than halfway to the stud's knees. Though "permanently" was relative, considering that the boys were all intent on destroying that huge and miraculous bull ball forever. 

As huge and muscular as Tim was, Chris was even more massive, and face to face they looked like David and Goliath...only this time Goliath was sure to be the winner. Chris took off his huge size 18 tennis shoes and tossed them aside, but kept on his white athletic socks. Then he turned to the audience and shouted, “How do you want me to do this, boys and girls, naked or clothed?” 

The deafening reply was, “NAKED!!!”

Chris gave a huge grin and began to strip off his clothes. His shirt came off first, revealing a torso so massive and muscular that even professional bodybuilders would have been green with envy. He gave a few most muscular poses and double biceps shots to show off his sheer astounding monumental SIZE to the crowd, who cheered and hollered enthusiastically in response. Next came his track pants, revealing mammoth legs every bit as huge and muscular as his upper body, and a jock strap stuffed to near bursting with a massive boner and cum-engorged stud nuts. 

The huge linebacker turned to face his captive, and he rubbed his crotch briefly while staring down at Tim’s vulnerable and doomed nut. He then took off his jockstrap and let his huge erection pop into view, waiving proudly from a thick blond bush. His big and very impressive nuts were slung low in his sac, and they looked heavy and ripe with fresh cum. There was extra clapping and applause for Chris' huge junk. 

Chris then said, "I want this punk to know what a REAL man's cock tastes like!" He then pulled Jake's dirty gym socks out of Tim's mouth and stuffed his smelly and ripe jockstrap in its place, again to much cheering and cat calling. 

Now that Chris had been liberated from everything but his socks, he started stroking his cock with one hand and backed up to take aim on Tim’s huge dangling testicle. 

The first kick was perfect. Chris lunged forward, and his huge, enormously muscled leg flew upward in a graceful arc, with the top of his foot nailing the defenseless nut dead on. Everyone watched in breathless excitement as the huge foot impacted with the ball, sending the massive orb careening upward to slap against Tim's corrugated abdominal wall with a resounding “smack”, and then flop back down to the bottom of its huge bag. One guy in the audience clearly had an orgasm on the spot, shuddering as he jizzed in his pants and shouted, “Oh my god, do that again!”

Chris gladly obliged him with another smack-n-slap, and then five more, each time taking his time to savor the moment and make sure his aim was perfect. All the while he stroked his own thick dick, which was already leaking streams of precum. Then he decided to vary his thrust and leaned sideways on his left leg while thrusting his right heel straight into the testicle. This caused it to slap backwards and up against Tim’s butt. This move had a lot of the men reaching down their pants to stroke their own erections. Chris obligingly repeated this one several times, and everyone cheered. 

Then he announced, “Time to get intimate!” He pressed right up against Tim, their huge and powerful erections rubbing up against one another, and grasped Tim by his thick brown hair. Chris yanked back on it hard, so that Tim, even in his near-unconscious state, was forced to look up at him. “You’re the best, man. I’m gonna remember his day forever,” said Chris, smiling. 

Then without further ado, Chris rammed his huge, long, columnar thigh into Tim’s nut while simultaneously bearing down on Tim’s yard wide shoulders, crushing Tim’s screaming nut between the young man's muscular crotch and Chris' rock-hard thigh muscles. Chris pressed harder and harder, feeling the massive orb squish and distend between the two unyielding surfaces. At the same time, he rubbed his colossally muscular body up against Tim's own fantastic physique, trapping their massive cocks in between two mighty walls of muscle. Tim’s agony sweat and multiple gooey cum loads were terrific lubricants, and Chris had to control himself lest he ejaculate before the big moment. 

Tim had no such self control, and as Chris began to pile drive his thigh up into the young man's bruised and battered bull ball, the young muscle stud let loose with yet another orgasm. With the two titans' bodies pressed so tightly together, Tim's trapped cock was pointing straight up, and so his supremely powerful rockets and salvos of cum burst several feet straight up into the air, and landed wetly on both combatants, festooning both huge, handsome men with thick ribbons and streamers of Tim's ultra thick cum. All of the men were stunned by the sight, for Tim had already blasted out at least 4 or 5 huge cum loads already, and this latest load was nearly as monstrous and massive as the ones that came before. The horny jocks had to admit that Tim was a super human stud, and more than a few found themselves unexpectedly saddened that this would be the young hunk's last night as an intact male. 

Chris continued to pound and bash Tim's huge nut flatter and flatter throughout the young man's titanic orgasm, and only once the final dregs were burping from Tim's huge horse cock did the big linebacker relent. The cum-drenched jock stepped back from his captive hunk and ordered the wrestling boys to reposition the young muscle man. 

The nearly unconscious Tim was lowered into a heavy and sturdy wooden chair. His arms were kept tied to the ceiling, but his legs were unbound and then tied to the sides of the chair, leaving his powerful thighs spread open wide. Tim's huge and grotesquely swollen bull ball hung heavily over the front of the chair. 

Chris leaned forward, placing a huge hand on each of the chair's armrests, and then drove his huge left knee forward into Tim's ball. The huge orb was trapped against the solid wooden front of the seat, and the knee blow was so powerful that it threatened to split the huge testicle in two. Tim threw back his head and uttered yet another muffled bellow of agony. His mighty orb was really softening up now, and the young man knew that his gigantic ball couldn't take much more of this abuse. 

Chris started to moan to himself as his huge and bony knee rolled the gonad around, attempting to grind it into mush against the heavy chair. To get extra leverage, Chris leaned back, planted his heel against Tim's ball, and pulled Tim’s legs towards him, allowing him to straighten out his own long leg and press the doomed gonad even harder into the chair. 

All the men in the room had by now freed their own big boners from their pants, and were busily masturbating as they watched the scene. They ogled Chris’s sweating and enormously muscular naked body with it’s huge erection waving freely in the air, as well as Tim's gorgeously muscular and cum-soaked body writhing in what looked like death throes, the shuddering jolts of the tortured, the helpless writhing of the damned. But most of all, they stared at the impossibly huge testicle as it was crushed flatter and flatter between the linebacker's enormous foot and the unyielding seat of the heavy chair. The excited boys expected the huge bubble to burst at any moment, but Tim's goliath orb continued to defy them all by enduring even this most brutal of tortures. 

The nut crushing abuse went on and on for a seeming eternity, but finally, Chris decided that he had thoroughly abused and mauled Tim's titanic nut, and that it was time to pop the huge testicle completely and end Tim's possibility of a sex life forever. 

Chris let go of Tim's legs and removed his foot from Tim's nearly busted nut, allowing the young man a brief moment of relief. He then scooped up Tim's huge dangling nut in one hand and began compressing the giant gonad between both massive paws. The crowd of boys could actually hear sickening squishing and wet crunching sounds as Chris rolled the huge orb nearly flat between his massive palms, and they knew that the big linebacker was now inflicting some serious damage on the huge orb. 

“Hey everybody!" Chris shouted. "Tim's big nut has gotten really soft! It's all squishy in my hands. But DAMN IT, I didn’t pop it!” 

The audience laughed yet again. They were astounded by how much abuse Tim's mighty nut had already endured, but they also knew that Chris was a ferociously powerful man, and that Tim's bloated bull nut couldn't last much longer against the footballer's awesome might. 

“Time to pop this sucker!” proclaimed Chris. 

The big man grabbed a second chair, pushed it front-to-front with Tim’s, and placed Tim’s nut on the wide seat of the second chair. Then he stepped up onto the top of the chair with his huge feet straddling either side of the monstrous bull testicle. He steadied himself by planting both hands on the underside of a big rafter overhead. 

Tim was barely conscious at this point, yet he somehow found the strength to raise his handsome head and meet Chris' cold and hungry blue stare. The huge man placed his sock-encased size 18 left foot firmly over Tim's swollen purple ball and said, “You ready, buddy?” 

Chris grimaced when there was no reply, so he started to grind his heel into the ball and crush it against the chair. 

“I said, you READY BUDDY!?!” 

Someone shouted, “Answer him, you one-nut-wonder!” 

Tim thrashed his breathtakingly handsome head back and forth, moaning and crying out for mercy, but no one could make out his words around the big sweaty jockstrap stuffed in his mouth. 

Chris didn't need any response, however, and like the showman he was, he turned to the crowd and started shouting. 

“You ready, boys? I’m gonna squash this huge thing like it was a ripe melon! I’m gonna fuckin' POP it like it was a giant grape!! I’m gonna nut this guy ‘til he’s singing soprano! I’m gonna turn his massive baby maker into baby food!! You with me!?!?!” 

The guys all went wild -- “Crush it!!!” “Make him a eunuch!!!” “Fuckin’ POP it man, I’m about to cum!!!” “Let him have it!!!” “Crush it to smithereens!!!" they screamed.

And Chris was only too happy to oblige. 

Chris started slowing stroking his big cock and rolling Tim’s huge ball under his heel. He pressed his heel in harder and harder, making a deep dent in the softened tissue. Then he began to twist his heel into it, like he was putting out a cigarette, pressing his arms against the rafter to push down with even greater force. 

“Aww GAWD!!! You guys gotta FEEL this!! I’ve got this dude's whole world under my foot! And I’m gonna crush it! Oh fuck yeah, I'm going to CRUSH it!! Yeah babe, that’s it, I can feel you starting to give way. You’re already MINE! C'mon, burst, baby! BURST!!!” 

Chris started to lightly stomp on the testicle in time with his jacking, and the audience began chanting -- “Crush it! Crush it! Crush it! Crush it! CRUSH IT!! CRUSH IT!! CRUSH IT!! CRUSH IT!!” 

Faster and harder he slammed his whole foot into the unbelievably huge male organ trapped beneath it, and the ball became flatter and flatter with each pounding. Chris’s stroking became even more furious, as did that of the other men in the audience, and he felt his own big nuts begin to tighten. 

“Aww, God, I’m about to cum!! Gonna do it! ...unh! ...unh! ...here goes!! ...unh! ...UNH!! ...this is it! The end for Tim!!!" 

Jake, the beefy wrestling stud, yelled, “Everyone quiet!!” and then the only sound to be heard was mass masturbation and the disturbing squicking sound of Tim's halfway busted ball as it was crushed nearly flat again and again and again. 

Chris stopped his pounding of the doomed bollock and slowly began to put more and more of his full weight on it. “Oh yeah, babe, that’s it, bust for papa!! Gawd DAMN, this stud's got a tough nut!!! But egg’s gotta give some time!!” 

Faster and faster he masturbated. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, burst for papa!!” More and more of his weight was bearing down on Tim's steadily flattening egg, until, with the whole audience breathless, Chris lifted up his right foot to show that all of his monstrous, 320+ pounds of stud muscle was bearing down into the heart of Tim's crumbling bull gonad. 

Tim threw back his head and bellowed in unimaginable agony. His bellow was so loud that, even through his gag, several of the boys had to cover their ears. At that same moment, a truly stupendous gout of thick cum erupted from his quivering cock with a force and fury that none of the boys had seen before. The mighty wad of spunk was over 5 feet long and shot at least half a dozen feet straight up into the air. The first wad was immediately followed by a second, equally massive blast, and then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth in what was quickly proving to be Tim's most enormous and powerful ejaculation of all time. 

Blast after blast after titanic blast erupted from Tim's monstrous horse prick, coating his gorgeous muscles once again with a thick sheet of his own pearlescent scum. At the same time, Chris' huge foot was sinking deeper and deeper into his weakening bull nut, and it was clear that it could pop at any moment. Chris pressed his hands against the rafter above him, and bellowed his own animal cry as he forced all of the awesome strength of his enormous arms into the force digging into the very heart of Tim's masculinity. 

It would be a race against time to see if Tim could finish his colossal, titanic load before his huge ball burst wide open. 

One minute ticked by. 

And then two minutes. 

And STILL Tim's orgasm raged onward unabated! His mighty bull ball was now crushed so flat that it was even bulging between Chris' huge toes, but somehow it continued to endure. 

Three minutes! 

Nearly a gallon of cum had already been pumped out of Tim's mammoth ball, and even more of it was still pouring forth. 

Three and a half minutes!! 

The mighty jets of cum began to diminish in size and get spaced farther and farther apart, but were still enormous. Tim's ball was visibly quivering with its valiant effort to stay whole. Surely no man could endure so much abuse! 

Four minutes!!!

Tim let loose another mighty bellow even as his cock thundered out one last enormous slug of cum. And that's when they heard it:  

SQUELCH!!!

The magical "popping" sound of Tim's massive testicle being finally and fully crushed. It was an immensely loud and wet sound that reverberated off of the gymnasium walls, almost like a clap of thunder. 

At the same moment, Chris' untouched cock began spewing a huge volley of cum onto Tim's already cum-dripping chest, blasting out more than a dozen huge ropes of his own stud cum as he continued to squash the remains of Tim's testicle beneath his foot. Tim was screaming in unforgettable pain as his once proud bull ball was obliterated beneath the linebacker's heel. 

While Chris painted Tim's enormously muscular chest with his seed, the other boys all hit orgasm as well, and the whole gymnasium was filled with the sounds of grunts and moans and ropes of cum splashing wetly to the gym floor. 

Chris reached down briefly to strip off his sock so he could feel the mushed remains of Tim's mighty testicle around with his toes. The utterly annihilated nut made satisfying squishing and squelching sounds as he dug his toes into its soft remains. Even after Tim had fainted dead away, Chris continued to pulverize and squash the broken testicle until not a single solid lump of ball meat remained, and Tim's once proud and supremely mighty ball was churned into liquid nut guts. 

The audience recovered from their state of ecstasy, and realized the full impact of what they had just done. Chris finally had enough of squishing the obliterated bull ball between his toes, and shouted, “Fuckin’ DAMN! I think I popped it!!” 

The boys' laughter continued for a long, long time. 

Chris finally took his foot off of Tim's crushed ball and dismounted the chair, allowing each of the boys to come forward and grope the mushy, squishy remains of Tim's titanic testicle. The boys loved how the shapeless mass that used to be Tim's ball would quiver like a bowl of jelly. 

The boys partied all night in the gymnasium, taking turns smacking around Tim's ruined nut, taking photos with the unconscious and emasculated young bull stud, and otherwise enjoying themselves like good, red-blooded American boys. It had been a great graduation day for everyone. 

Well, except for Tim, of course! 

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Epilogue

Tim was unceremoniously dumped at a local emergency room at dawn the next day. The poor lad was unconscious, and his pulped testicle reduced to a purplish-black sac of ruin. Paramedics discovered the muscular teen lying outside and rushed him to the emergency room, but there was nothing that the doctors could do, so they removed to boy’s demolished bollock. 

Tim’s family kept news of the terrible incident quiet, so no one in the greater community ever found out about it. But Tim’s four older brothers seethed with fury and a burning need for revenge. They eventually convinced their shy and meek kid brother to reveal to them the names of all the boys who had done this to him. And then they hatched a plot to get revenge…

In the several years that followed, news reports would surface of a young man who had been abducted and his balls hideously mauled and destroyed by unknown assailants. All the young men had come from the same high school graduating class, and all were athletes and jocks, but no one in the media, the police, or the general public could figure out any other connection between the grisly and brutal attacks. 

But Chris Follard knew. The massive man was now the star linebacker for a state college football team, and he had grown even bigger and stronger over the last few years. But despite his tremendous size and strength, a growing terror had seized the young man. He knew that someone was picking off all the guys from Tim’s ball bursting party one by one, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was being saved for last. In desperation, the big man quietly cashed out his bank account and bought a one-way ticket to Peru, hoping to lose himself in the back country of South America and avoid retribution for his heinous crimes. 

Chris didn’t see the four hulking young men that boarded the plane behind him…