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Ball Busting in the Woods
Author of original story unknown
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This past spring, Tina, my college sweetheart, and I were walking in the woods around my parents’ property one bright, sunny morning. The property includes twenty acres of woods and is very private, so we were enjoying a nice long walk, just the two of us. The weather had just turned warm that week, and so this was our first time that year out on their property, and I was enjoying showing her around the place.
We had walked for an hour or so before stopping by an old car that had been left on the property since well before my parents bought it. The car was an old rust bucket at this point, yet made a surprisingly picturesque spot, especially with the tall grasses growing around its tires.
We thought we were alone. Tina looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes, and I gently cupped her delicate face in my big hands. And then we began to kiss, the rest of the world dropping away from us as we lost ourselves in each other’s touch.
That’s when the attack occurred.
I suddenly heard the voices of several young men, and I quickly broke off my kiss with my girlfriend and looked around. No one else should have been on the property, as my parents live in a really remote and rural part of the county, but now there were two big, built guys walking toward us, cruel smiles on their faces. I thought I recognized them from our college campus, but didn’t have much time to consider that fact.
As we looked at them, a third guy snuck up behind my girlfriend and grabbed her arms behind her back. I spun around at the sound of her startled cry, and found her struggling to get free from a really big, strapping young guy who leered at me as he held her in his powerful grasp. I rushed towards Tina and her big captor, and was almost there when the other two boys jumped me from behind and pushed me hard over the hood of the old car. I’m a mighty big guy myself, about 6’3” and 265 pounds of gridiron muscle, but these guys were damn strong themselves, and their strength, combined with the element of surprise, overwhelmed me. I fell forward hard onto the car hood and my chin slammed into the warm metal.
The guys who had pushed me down pressed their hands into my back, holding me pinned to the hood. The forceful shove I'd received caused me to be slowed down, but my mind was swimming with pure fear, especially for Tina. I heard one of the boys holding my girlfriend say, "Okay lady, now you're going to get a little show from your man here!"
One of the boys pressing on my back said, "Now watch real good, lady. Your man's gonna show us all some meat!"
I managed to turn my head over onto the other cheek and saw Tina looking at me. She was fighting to free herself, but the big guy effortlessly held her arms behind her back. The two other big guys grabbed me, still bent over the car with the pressure on my back, and tied my hands behind my back. They then stuffed a rag in my mouth and tied a gag over that. They turned me around facing them and pushed me backwards up against the car.
One of the boys said to me, "We’ve been up here before and we've seen you walking around naked out here in the woods. Does your girlfriend here know that?" They were laughing as they continued to push.
"Yeah," another boy said, "he comes out here and beats his meat all the time."
God, it was true! I had often walked out into the quiet solace of the woods and jerked off. I must have blushed crimson in embarrassment at the thought that I had been watched beating off, and more than once from the sound of things.
The other guy holding me then said, "We just came up here to see if we could catch you jacking off again, but you had this here lady with you. So we decided to have a little fun and she's gonna get to watch."
I tried to push myself away from the car with my powerful legs, but the big brutes pushed me hard again, causing me to slam back into the car. One of the boys grabbed my flannel shirt and ripped it open, popping the buttons off the front and exposing my big chest and muscular stomach. While he yanked my shirt up and started ripping the back to get it off of me, another set of hands was unsnapping my jeans. I tried to struggle, but there was really nothing I could do. My jeans were unzipped and roughly pulled down. Then my undershorts were yanked down and my cock and balls flopped out and hung exposed between my legs.
Now I have to admit it — I’m hung huge. It’s something that has always been both a secret pride and a secret shame, and it was as a result of my huge endowment that I was still a virgin. I’d had only one girlfriend before Tina, and when things finally got serious and we were about to make love for the first time, she took one look at the size of my junk and all but ran screaming. Tina and I had been dating for more than six months, but I had made sure that things hadn’t gotten physical yet. I was terrified that she would have the same reaction, and I didn’t want to lose her as I was in love with her.
And now here she was getting her first look at my enormous cock and balls, and the situation couldn’t have been more traumatic.
My flaccid cock was bigger than most boners I’d seen in the locker room, a really thick and fat 9 inches of beef. Below my huge cock swung two enormous orange-sized balls that sat low in their hairy pouch. Like I said, I’m hung huge! I always got a lot of good natured teasing back in the locker room and the gym, but I could tell that most of the guys were really jealous of my size. And I was concerned now that these three guys might be jealous of my huge cock and massive balls and wish to do me some serious harm.
My assailants pulled my dropped jeans and underwear over my feet and completely off of me. My shirt lay in shreds on the ground, and I was totally naked except for my socks and sneakers. The early spring day was sunny and pleasant, if a bit cool, but I didn’t even notice the temperature against my bare skin. My ankles were kicked hard to force my legs apart, letting my enormous equipment dangle heavy and free in the fresh spring air. Despite the slight chill, my huge balls hung especially loose in their big scrotum, hanging down a good three inches from the base of my thick cock. I realized then exactly how vulnerable my big balls were.
One of the boys grabbed my balls roughly and said, "Yeah, man! This stud’s got a big fat set of nuts on him here! Biggest ones I’ve ever seen!! And I think your girlfriend likes them." He held my huge balls just under my cock and wiggled them back and forth, leering at Tina as he made my massive nuts jiggle.
The other boys were laughing, and one said, "Yeah, let’s jack him off! Beat his meat in front of his lady here!" I felt the boy's big hand grab my thick cock. The hand held the bottom of my cock and waved it up and down, causing the big penis to flop and bounce obscenely in front of them.
The boy said, "Just hold on, dude. Your old lady's going get to see your fuck meat working out!"
With my hands tied behind my back and pushed backwards against the car by two of the big guys, there was nothing I could do to protect my meat from the boy manhandling it. He made grunting noises while he jerked his hand up and down my bare cock shaft. All of them were laughing, joking, and cheering him on as he gradually coaxed my cock to stiffen. The whole time I was getting beat off, I watched my girlfriend's shocked and terrified face. Tina couldn't help me as the boys forced her to watch.
Against my will, my cock continued to inflate, growing thicker and longer and harder in the young guy’s beefy fist. I could see the eyes of my assailants grow wide as my cock continued to bloat larger and larger still. Even though they had apparently watched me jack off multiple times in the past, they still couldn’t believe the sight of my huge cock at full erection. Before long, 14 inches of thick, beefy, and rock hard stud meat was staring back at the three thugs, throbbing powerfully and defiantly.
I had resigned myself to the fact that there wasn't anything I could do to prevent the boys from doing what the wanted with my meat, so I stood there lifeless against the car, trying not to provoke the guys to do any more harm than they had originally intended.
The first guy’s hands went back to my balls, and he looked over at Tina and said, "Yeah! These are some damn nice balls your man has!" He grabbed the thick base of my powerful cock with one hand and slid his other hand up and down the swollen shaft. Despite the large size of his hands, it would have taken at least four of them to cover my cock from root to swollen tip.
The boy continued to pump my cock with one hand and held my slack balls with the other. He looked up at my face, jerked rapidly on my fully erect cock, and said, "Ooo! Yeah! Come on! We’ve watched you, and we know that you shoot a hell of a lot of sperm when you cum with those huge balls of yours. Come on, stud, pump some of that thick baby batter out for your girlfriend."
Tina's eyes were wide and staring between my legs as she watched him jack me off. Her eyes were full of fear, but since she had never seen me naked before, I wasn’t sure how much of that fear was due to our current situation and how much was her fear of the size of my gigantic cock. I quailed inside at what she must have been thinking of me right then, and I was almost as afraid at that moment of losing her as I was about whatever these college thugs planned to do with me next.
The boy began to squeeze and pull roughly on my balls while he stroked my huge cock meat. He squashed my nuts hard in his hands on each downstroke of my cock, and yanked my prize-winning testicles another inch or two lower in my scrotum. I had to give the guy credit – he had amazingly strong hands, and he was soon squeezing so hard that my huge balls were distorting grotesquely in his massive fist. Though I tried not to, I was soon grunting and groaning in pain.
"Stop it you shits, leave him alone!" Tina was shouting.
The boys continued laughing and egging on the guy assaulting my sex organs. "Squeeze his balls harder, that'll make those huge puppies give it up!" a boy was saying. Smiling at his friend’s taunts, the boy jacking me twisted my nuts and pulled on them even harder, stretching them out from between my legs a good six or more inches, really yanking them hard. I began to worry that he might rip my nuts right off of me! I knew my nuts were tough from the many body slams and collisions I’d taken to my groin over my high school and college football career, but even my huge nuts we’re indestructible, and I knew that they were never meant to be stretched out that far.
At the same time, I was amazed that my cock was still hard as a baseball bat despite the punishing abuse being inflicted on my poor bull balls. The big guy was mauling my huge nuts something good, and yet I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building in my massive cock.
I heard Tina saying, “Stop, him! He's hurting Nate’s balls! Make him let them go! Stop it!"
The boy didn't stop tormenting my balls, and in fact began punishing them even harder. If I could have said anything, it would have been to beg Tina to stop protesting, as it was only egging them on harder.
The guy jerking my cock suddenly noticed that it was swelling even larger still, and he knew I was close to shooting my load. After a few more strokes up and down my massive shaft, and a few more devastating squeezes to my aching bull balls, my cock suddenly spewed a long, thick string of hot sperm from it's puffed up head. The huge rope of cum flew a good ten feet in front of me before landing in the dirt with an audible splat. A second, even larger blast followed the first, followed by another and another and another in a massive barrage of my pearlescent male juices.
I was completely helpless, and could only grunt as I pumped out one of the biggest loads of my life onto the dirt in front of me. Throughout my massive orgasm, the guy tormenting me continued to mash and stretch my big balls, further heightening the orgasm as spurt after spurt pumped from my hugely engorged cock head.
The thug yelled out as even more huge, sticky wads hit the ground. So much cum was pumping out of me that it was starting to form a puddle in front of me, stretching out in a thick line of goo more than a dozen feet in front of me and turning the earth muddy. All of them were laughing and cheering as he continued to jack my cock until, at long last, the last few drops of cum oozed from its head.
The guy holding Tina said, "Look at all that cum on the ground!! Fucking hell, I guess those big suckers were full!!”
The third boy who was holding me against the car said, "You know what, I think we ought to bust those big ass balls so he can't use them on his girlfriend here."
Yeah!" the one holding Tina said. "Let’s make her watch us trash his huge gonads."
Tina twisted against the boy holding her, "No!!" she yelled, “PLEASE! Let him go!"
The huge guy holding Tina said it was his turn, and switched places with the guy who had been abusing my cock and nuts. He grabbed my still rock hard cock and jerked it upward several times, really yanking hard on my huge cock and causing my monstrous balls to bounce and flap between my legs. Even that bouncing motion made my nuts ache after the brutal squeezing and twisting they had just been subjected to, and I dreaded what this guy might do to them next.
"Check out this pair of bouncing balls lady," he said. "Here's some big fucking huge naked nuts for you!"
He stopped yanking my cock and pulled it straight upward, letting my balls hang unprotected between my legs. Due to all the yanking and stretching they had already endured, my enormous nuts were hanging down a good five inches or more from the base of my huge cock, making them look even more massive – and more vulnerable.
"Too bad we got them first, dude. I’ll bet you were planning on fucking your lady here with this monstrous horse cock of yours. But I’m gonna make sure you never fuck again, you stupid jock!” The big muscular thug then swung his free hand across in an open handed slap, landing directly into my ball sack.
WHACK!
The pain shot through my huge nuts as they tossed wildly between my legs from being swatted. He swung his hand back again, backhanding my naked hanging sack.
SMACK!
He popped them again, and again the backhand finds my helpless sack.
WHAP!
And again and again!
SMACK! WHAP!
The boys are laughing as my huge balls jump and slam around between my legs.
SMACK! WHAP! SMACK! WHAP!
"Scramble his eggs!" one of them was yelling. Tina turned her head, trying not to watch as my swollen and aching balls were swatted again and again and again and again.
SMACK! WHAP! SMACK! WHAP! SMACK! WHAP!
SMACK! WHAP! SMACK! WHAP! SMACK! WHAP!
SMACK! WHAP! SMACK! WHAP! SMACK! WHAP!
God, my huge nuts were aching something fierce by this point! Especially after they had just pumped out a truly massive load!
“Enough with the foreplay,” the huge guy said to me. “Let’s really get this show on the road!” With that, he drew his huge fist back and then swung. His knuckles smashed into my balls with a wet whapping sound. My huge balls swung back between my legs, slapped against the rusty grill at the front of the car, and swung forward again. I bellowed in pain, but the other guy held me fast against the car, and I was helpless as the big guy proceeded to punch my flopping bag repeatedly.
WHAM! SLAM! SMACK! WHOP!
“He guys, this dude’s huge sac is swinging around too much,” the big thug said. “I can’t land any really good punches with them flopping around like that. Let’s flip him up onto the hood of the car so I can get a good back board for my fist.”
The huge guy and his equally muscular cohort flipped me around until I was facing the car, and then hoisted me up onto the car’s much-dented hood. They each grabbed a length of rope and pulled my legs open wide, tying my ankles to either end of the front bumper. They then untied my wrists from behind my back and stretched my arms out wide, tying my wrists to the upper edges of the windshield frame. I struggled mightily the whole time, my own huge muscles bulging and flexing as I fought with all my might, but in my compromised position and with two guys even bigger than me holding me down, it was to no avail.
Once they had me repositioned, I knew I was in some serious danger. With my arms tied high up on the car’s frame, my upper body was lifted off the car’s hood, pressing my hips and upper thighs even harder against the unyielding metal. My rock hard cock jutted before me like some giant rutting beast, pointing its proud head toward the windshield opening, long since missing the glass of the windshield itself. Most importantly, my balls hung long, loose, and unprotected beneath my ass, resting heavily on the sun-heated metal of the car’s hood, all but begging for more abuse. And they didn’t have to wait long.
“That’s more like it, guys,” the biggest thug said. “Now we’re ready for some REAL ball busting action!”
With that, the huge guy sent his fist careening directly into my unprotected balls. With the car’s hood acting as a back board, my huge balls had no choice but to accept the full force of the blow. I heard the dull, wet SMACK!!! of his fist connecting with my balls, and a split second later an agony greater than any I had ever felt exploded from my balls. I thought I was going to be sick, and the shock of the pain was so great that I don’t think I even made a sound. I found my voice on the second blow, however, and howled so loud I thought my voice would snap.
BLAM!!!
“AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”
The huge thug didn’t let up, and he punched my nuts again, and again, and again, and again.
WHAM!!! SMACK!!! WHAP!!!
WHOP!!! SLAM!!! SPLAT!!!
The pain ripped through my mind, and it was all I could do to stay conscious.
SMACK!!! WHOP!!! SMACK!!!
SLAM!!! WHAM!!! BLAM!!!
I never knew I could feel such pain, and it tore into my very being. At the same time, to my utter surprise, my cock remained rock hard, and was swelling even larger. My manhood was being steadily obliterated by my assailant’s bludgeoning fists, and yet my massive cock was somehow more aroused and granite hard than it had ever been in my life! How could that be?!
The annihilating blows kept right on raining down on my vulnerable and defenseless balls, and I thought for sure they would simply burst under the inhuman abuse. But then suddenly and without any warning, my cock erupted in a second mammoth orgasm, this one even larger and more powerful than the one before! And with each blast, another fist landed in my screaming balls, alternating left and right, over and over, harder and harder.
SLAM!!!
Pulse!
SMACK!!!
Throb!
WHAM!!!
Splut!
BAM!!!
Squirt!
WHOP!!!
Blast!
SMACK!!!
Burst!
Each massive wad of cum burst forth from my huge, aching, 14-inch meat pole with a force and power even I had never seen, shooting clear through the interior of the vehicle, past the ruined front and back seats, our the rear window and onto the trunk of the car, landing loudly in great ropes and streamers of man sludge. The orgasm thundered on and on, longer than any I had ever had in my life, for something approaching two minutes. Two minutes that felt like an eternity to me, particularly with the devastating blows still raining down on my swelling man orbs.
When the last dregs of my truly gargantuan load finally burped out of my spent cock and onto the car’s hood, the huge thug landed one last one-two punch into my colossally aching nuts — WHAM!!!!!—BLAM!!!!! — and then stepped away. I heard one of the guys declare with surprise that there was a big divot in the car’s hood where my balls were resting, that my beefy, burly balls had actually succeeded in denting the hood! Apparently the force of the hammer blows had actually passed THROUGH my balls into the thick sheet of metal below!
Nearly oblivious to all of this, I panted in exhaustion, and was delirious with pain. I thought for a few fleeting moments that perhaps they were done with me and would let me go. But as I soon learned, they weren’t nearly done with me yet. Not by a long shot.
The third guy, the one who had been holding me down previously and who had not yet had a crack at my nuts, declared that it was now HIS turn to punish my “oversized seeders.” Before he got to work, however, he made a show of slowly peeling off his baggy sweatshirt, revealing his torso for the first time.
Now I knew the other two guys were big muscle heads, but one look at this guy’s enormous physique sent a cold shiver of fear through my body. I knew I was in REAL trouble now! This guy was simply a monster, standing 6’6” and weighing at LEAST 300 or 320 pounds, with muscles that I had only ever seen before on the biggest of professional bodybuilders. His chest was like two thick plates of steel, his shoulders were the size of cannon balls, and his arms made even my huge 23-inch guns pale in comparison. The giant muscle beast hit a few poses, flexing his impossibly huge muscles at me as a way of taunting me, and leered at me as he said, “Now it’s time to fix these fucking huge balls of yours for good.”
The massive guy them moved behind me and out of my field of vision. I could feel my body trembling with fear, and I almost leapt out of my skin when I felt his hand gently grasp my aching bull nuts.
“Shit man!” he said. “These are the biggest, freakiest fucking nuts I have ever seen!! No WONDER you shoot so much damn splooge; these huge nuggies have gotta be fucking swimmin’ in the stuff!!”
He brought his other hand to bear, grasping one of my huge nuts in each of his even bigger hands, and said, “I wonder how much more of that man sauce you got locked in these big babies. Let’s say we find out!”
With that, he began to squeeze my nuts.
After the pounding and pummeling they had already received, even the lightest touch brought my balls tremendous pain. But this was no light touch. This guy’s strength was simply monstrous, and he was pouring all of that tremendous male power into his tightening fists. The unimaginably brutal squeezing had me screaming into my ball gag in a matter of seconds. I could feel my balls distending more and more in his ham hock like fists, slowly succumbing to his inexorable grip. It felt like a vise was closing on my poor nuts, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. His huge fingers were soon digging into the very heart of my huge nuts, and I felt for sure that my massive and over-tortured balls would burst at any moment.
He squeezed even harder STILL, and I could hear a terrible crunching sound, like gristle or cartilage that was being slowly torn apart, and I wondered how much damage my balls had already received. I had no idea just how much more abuse my balls could take before giving out entirely, and wondered what would remain of my powerful virility if they stopped at that very moment. For all I knew, these violent and brutal thugs might have already permanently wrecked my plumbing with their hammering fists, and I might already effectively be a eunuch!
“Look man!” shouted the thug holding a now silently sobbing Tina. “It’s working! You’re squeezing the cum right out of those humongous bull nuts!”
I looked down at my traitorous cock, which was again harder than it had ever been in my life, and saw that it was true. Thick white cum was pouring out of my cock in a lush river, almost like someone had turned a faucet on high. The cum was incredibly thick, almost chunky, and I realized with a start that it was pure sperm, undiluted with other seminal fluids. The thick, molasses-like jism gushed out of my cock and poured onto the hood of the car, quickly forming slow-moving rivers that flowed toward either side of the car and down toward my crotch, soaking my hips and thighs before seeping past my muscles and flesh toward the rusty grill at the front of the car.
The massive thug was crushing my huge eggs to within an inch of bursting, giving them small periodic squeezes, daring fate to see if he could make them explode before he’d emptied them of their massive load. Each rhythmic squeeze caused the cum to jet out of my cock for several feet in an unbroken river, only to subside to the constant pouring once again.
Despite the two earth-shattering orgasms I had shot in the past 15 minutes, the quantity of sperm being forced from my huge balls was unlike anything that had come before. Most of the hood was soon coated in my juices, and thick wads and slugs of the stuff were soon dripping off the front and sides of the battered vehicle.
After what had to be three or four full MINUTES of the most brutal torture yet, the flow from my balls to my rampant cock slowed to a trickle, and then finally ceased. And STILL the huge thug would not let go of my nuts. He continued to give his pulsing squeezes, but they got harder and harder and harder, and I was sure my balls would burst like a pair of overripe fruit. I think my assailant thought the same thing, for he gave one last, mighty squeeze, holding it for many long seconds, and it seemed like he was trying to finish my balls off for good.
Without warning, a heroically titanic slug of cum erupted from my cock, blasting with truly terrible force, shooting straight through the car’s interior and clearing the trunk to land in the weeds far behind the vehicle. My cock pulsed a second time, shooting an equally massive salvo, and then a third time, and then once again, the huge thug crushing my huge balls the entire time. The fifth shot had half the intensity of the ones that came before it, and the sixth landed somewhere inside the car. The seventh barely cleared the dashboard, and the eighth fell shy of the windshield itself. Two or three more weak loads spurted wetly from my gaping cock slit, and then, despite what was clearly the extremely powerful throbbing of my monster cock, only a small trickle of sperm oozed from the tip. After another 15 or 20 seconds, even that flow ceased, and I was reduced to a ferociously painful dry orgasm, so agonizingly painful that I could only writhe in terrible pain, my bound limbs contorting in a fruitless effort to break free.
My tormentor gave my nearly busted balls one last mighty squeeze, very nearly finishing them there and then, and then relaxed his grip. He dropped my beaten and battered balls to the cum soaked hood, where they landed with a heavy SPLAT, causing my huge but useless muscles to jump spasmodically in pain.
I felt a big hand press against my balls, flattening them against the car’s hood, and cried out hoarsely in agony.
“Looks like there’s not much fight left in these huge balls,” the massively muscled thug said casually, mashing my brutally wounded balls against the steel hood. “Yup, they’re awfully squishy. I can smush them almost flat with my hand, and I’m not even trying! I bet it won’t take more than a dozen or so punches to finish these big bruisers off once and for all.”
“Yeah, Tank! Do it! CRUSH his huge balls!”
“Yeah man! Turn those huge bull nuts into MUSH!! End any chances that this fuckin’ stud will ever father any children, and leave his pretty girlfriend here with nothing but his huge, worthless cock and a useless ball bag full of goop!”
“Whaddya think, dude?” Tank said to me. “Time to finish off your monster nuts? Yeah, I think it’s time. We can’t have you walking around here thinking you’ve got the biggest set in the county. We’re going to bring you down a notch or two…permanently.”
The hand suddenly came off of my nuts, and was quickly replaced with a fist that struck my balls so hard I thought they would come popping out my mouth. My bellowing cries of agony, even muffled by the gag, echoed through the surrounding forest. I thought for sure there could be no greater pain…until the second blow hit. Tank was using all the power in his gargantuan arms to punch and pummel the life out of my huge bull balls. I could feel them flattening out more and more with each blow, and wondered if it was already too late to save them. Each blow, in addition to making a beefy smacking sound, was also accompanied by a wet crunching sound, and I feared my balls were already doomed.
I quickly lost track of the number of blows after about 20, my mind spinning in a fog of brutal pain. Unbelievably, my cock was still rock hard and quivering, betraying the rest of my body to this terrible punishment. Tank was clearly trying to finish me off and burst my balls for good, and there was nothing I could do, nothing anyone could do, to stop him.
At some point, my body seemed to transcend the pain, and I reached an almost euphoric state. I was grunting and groaning, but this time it wasn’t in pain, it was in pleasure. As each blow landed deep into the beefy meat of my nuts, a jolt of pure ecstasy shot up my body and through my cock.
That’s when the impossible happened. My balls, which had been crushed empty of spunk not 5 minutes before, found some hidden reserve of sperm. A massive reserve. My cock, which had been dry cumming for the better part of 10 minutes, suddenly stopped its throbbing, and instead began to quiver. It grew even longer, and then thicker, and then darker, attaining a size I had never seen before. And then it cut loose with what would prove to be the greatest orgasm of my life.
My body arched backward, every great muscle in my body bulging in deep relief, pointing my straining cock up at a higher angle, as the first goliath ribbon of cum burst forth from my purple cock. The force and size of this wad was indescribable, and it shot a good 6 or 7 feet up in the air. Due to the angle of my cock, the massive wad shot up and OVER the car, clearing the vehicle entirely to land with a loud splat in the dirt and weeds well behind the vehicle.
A torrent of cum followed, each mighty wad as massive as the one that came before. I was howling in a mixture of the greatest pleasure and pain a man could ever know, and my whole being was focused into the pummeling of my bull nuts and the spurting of my humongous cock. Over and over and over and over I shot my load in an unending river. As the pummeling continued and my balls rapidly approached their destruction, the world around me turned a blinding white, and then I remembered no more.
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I regained consciousness in the hospital several days later. I awoke to a dull throbbing pain in my crotch, and suddenly remembered the ordeal I had been through. Tina was there by my side, calming me and telling me that everything was going to be okay. She then told me what happened after I had lost consciousness.
Tina told me that my final orgasm lasted for nearly five minutes, and throughout the entire Herculean load, Tank continued pummeling my balls like some sort of punching bag. None of the three assailants could believe that any balls, no matter how huge, could endure such abuse, but somehow my balls refused to burst, even under this most horrific abuse! When the super human orgasm finally ceased, I had collapsed unconscious on the hood of the car, and Tank was panting from his exertions. Behind the car, an actual puddle of cum had formed, several feel across, that took more than an hour to eventually soak into the earth.
But it turned out that the brutal thugs were not yet done with me. The car I was on was an old Mercedes, and the circular hood ornament was still intact, minus the symbol inside the circle. Tank thought it would be funny to thread my nuts through that hoop, despite the fact that, in their currently horrifically swollen state, they were easily three or four times the size of the opening. But with my nuts so mushy and soft from all the punching and abuse, Tank was able to squeeze first one and then the other massive orb through the hoop. Tina said that she watched the entire event in terror, for my balls distended and deformed so much as Tank attempted to force them through the hoop that she feared they would burst. Somehow, though, they survived even this abuse to hang, heavy and bruised to the point of being nearly purple, from the car’s hood ornament.
The guy holding Tina then had the idea of further abuse for my balls, and so he tied Tina’s wrists behind her back and her ankles together so that he could join the fun. He grabbed yet another length of rope, tied it around the base of my swollen bull balls, and then pulled down with all of his might. My balls, which had started the day hanging at a hefty 3 inches, were stretched to 6 inches, and then 7 inches, then 8 inches, and then 9 full eye-popping inches, tripling their original dangle. Tina said that my scrotum was stretched so taut that it was shiny, and it looked like my balls would burst forth at any moment. She couldn’t believe how narrow the neck of my scrotum was, and that it made my balls look even more enormous, more monstrous than before.
After they had stretched my balls as far as was humanly possible, the guys tied the other end of the rope off on the bumper. My balls were now stretched beyond the hood of the car, and were hanging down in front of the rust grill itself.
Choking back tears, Tina then described what happened next. The three thugs took turns wailing on my bloated and horribly bruised balls, using fists and elbow smashes and knee thrusts and booted kicks to crush my nuts against the unforgiving metal grill. This went on for a long time, she said, and every so often a couple of pulses of cum or a couple of weak trickles of semen would be forced from my steel-hard cock, but nothing like the orgasms they had seen before. My cock seemed to be in a near-constant state of orgasm, but it was clear that my balls were nearly tapped out and that they wouldn’t be getting much more cum from me.
The thugs continued to be amazed at my resilience and staying power, though, and they resorted to ever more brutal punishments in an effort to make my balls burst. When the squeezing, punching, and kicking didn’t seem to do the trick, they guys got more creative.
One guy grabbed a length of thick, 1-inch chain and began to beat my balls with that, using it like it was a whip. Tina said that she will never forget the awful sound of that chain connecting with my immobilized balls. All three men took turns with the chain, and by the time they were done with it, my balls truly were a deep and angry purple.
Becoming bored with the chain, Tank grabbed a thick baseball bat from their gear bag, took position in front of my balls, and swung the bat with all his awesome might. Tina said she couldn’t believe the raw power behind his swing, the way his gigantic muscles bulged and strained as he brought the bat to bear full force onto my nuts. Tina said my whole body, otherwise limp with unconsciousness, shuddered with the impact, and continued to do so as the blows landed again and again upon my unprotected nuts.
Tank would stop from time to time and clutch my balls with both hands, each time digging his fingers deeper and deeper into my pulped ball meat. Each time he would flash a crazed smile and declare that I was still intact, pick up the bat, and land a couple dozen more blows to my nuts.
After at least another hour of this awful abuse, Tank could squeeze my balls like a pair of water balloons, squishing them in every direction with virtually no resistance. Tina thought that my balls were done for, and the other two guys were also convinced that my balls were already history, but when Tank would release my nuts, they would spring back to their normal, healthy (if ridiculously and dangerously swollen) egg shape, and Tank told them that no, my balls were still very much alive and whole.
Tank seemed to be angered by my nuts’ defiance and unwillingness to burst, and so he picked up the final weapon in his arsenal, a large iron sledgehammer, and set to work again on my nuts. The huge muscle man threw all of his strength into this final attack, giving everything he had with each swing, and expecting each time to find the broken ruin on my bull balls hanging in the grill of the car.
But once AGAIN my tough and burly balls defied him. Each blow landed with brutal force into my nuts, striking with such power that the grill behind them began to dent and deform. Over and over, Tank bludgeoned my screaming balls, his grunts of exertion all but drowning out the sounds of the metal groaning and straining and snapping with each blow. After several dozen blows, the metal grill was a ruin, but my balls were impossibly still alive!
Furious now, Tank hurled the sledgehammer away, narrowly missing one of his friends, and pulled out a large pocket knife. With his free hand, he struck me in the balls three more times with rapid rabbit punches, and then he opened his knife and brought it to bear on the portion of my horrifically stretched scrotum, just above the hood ornament.
“Okay, you fucker!” Tank shouted. “Maybe we can’t burst your fucking obscene bull balls, but we can sure as hell castrate you!” He then placed the knife beneath my nuts and prepared to end my life as a man forever.
During all of this, Tina had been working to break free of her bonds. The guy who had tied her had done so in a hurry, so it didn’t take her long to get her ankles free. Her wrists took longer, and she knew she couldn’t run fast enough to escape without untying her hands.
Just as Tank was preparing to slice off my huge balls, she got free, leapt up, and began running back toward my parents’ house, shouting at the top of her lungs. The trio of assailants was stunned for several moments, which allowed Tina to get a head start. All three of them dashed after her, with Tank dropping his knife into the cum-soaked mud at his feet. Tina was a star athlete on the track and field team, and so she easily outdistanced the bigger, slower men. As she neared the farmhouse, her shouting got the attention of my parents and both my older brothers (who are also big muscle studs like me). The men rushed out of the house armed with shotguns to see what the disturbance was about. The three thugs got one look at those weapons, turned around, and high tailed it for the hills.
Tina’s quick thinking and brave actions had saved my life, but had they saved my balls? She quickly led my family to the site of the attack, where they found me trussed up like some huge side of beef, my cock still rock hard and bloated beyond all reason, dripping watery drops of cum, while my balls were swollen to nearly twice their normal size and had turned a dark, dangerous purple. They were able to quickly untie me, but one of my brothers had to run back to the barn to get a pair of metal cutters to free me from the hood ornament. My balls had swollen far too large to even THINK about getting back through that loop, so they cut the hoop off of the car and left it encircling my balls.
When I first arrived at the hospital, the doctors feared that my balls had already been ruined and urged that they be cut off. They didn’t realize that my balls were enormous to begin with, and thought that what they were seeing was the result of extreme trauma. Tina protested against that idea, telling them that my balls were naturally bigger than oranges, and that the doctors should try to save them. The doctors, who had never heard of balls being so large, were openly skeptical, but when my father and two brothers unzipped their pants and hauled out their own equally enormous gonads, the stunned doctors changed their tune. They promised to do all they could, but other than packing my heroically bruised and swollen bull balls in ice and hoping for the best, there was little they could do.
Over the course of the next few days, the swelling went down tremendously, and my balls regained their healthy color. As the days worn on, their firmness returned as well, and it was clear that they were going to survive. The only question was – was I now sterile?
Two weeks after the assault, my balls were fully healed, at least visibly, and I was up and about and ready to leave the hospital. Before I did, however, the doctors wanted to run tests on my plumbing. They feared the trauma had rendered me forever impotent, and frankly, I was worried as well. I was guided into a special room, given a host of pornographic materials, and told to provide a specimen into a small jar. My mouth quirked in a smile when I saw the tiny size of the jar, but then a worried frown replaced that smirk. Sure, I used to blast loads that could fill that jar 20 times over and still have enough left over to make a huge mess on the floor, but would I be able to that anymore?
I striped out of my clothes, put in a videotape, and got to work. My cock quickly swelled to its massive 14 inches of vein gnarled man meat, and I started beating that huge pole with my muscular fist.
One after effect of the attack was that my balls now naturally hang a good 6 inches below my huge horse cock, the brutal stretch they suffered during the attack becoming permanent. The doctors tell me that that dangle will only get more pronounced over time, due to the enormous weight of my balls. Though I find the sight of my gigantic balls hanging so far from my crotch to be highly erotic, I’m already sick of hoisting them out of the toilet bowl and trying to avoid sitting on them, so an even greater dangle is not something I am looking forward to as of yet.
The video was now well underway, and I felt that familiar tingling in my crotch. The video was a really good one, and as I expertly manipulated my huge tool, I knew if wouldn’t be long before I reached orgasm. The feelings built and built and built, and I got the cup ready as I neared my crescendo.
The orgasm hit me like a thunderbolt, and I cried out in ecstasy. My cock gave a mighty throb, and then again, and then again…but nothing was coming out! Fear gripped me and threatened to cut my orgasm short. I looked down at my pulsating tool, watching the gaping piss slit throb open and closed. Was I now incapable of shooting a load?
Just as I had that thought, the most enormous slug of cum I had ever seen erupted from the tip of my cock and struck me in the face so hard that it stung. I jerked my head back in surprise, and narrowly missed being hit by the second salvo as it burst from my thrusting cock. It wasn’t until the fourth mighty blast was erupting from my cock that I was ready with the cup, but the huge jet of cum filled the cup to overflowing, knocked the cup over, and the majority of the shot landed on my hand, the TV, and the floor. I quickly looked around in a panic for another receptacle for my huge load, and spotted the waste basket in the corner. I rushed over to the basket, shooting massive blasts of my cum all over the place in the process, and dumped the rest of my huge load into the trash can.
When the final shudder ran through my body, and the last of my truly massive load was dumped in the bin, I looked around incredulously at the mess I had made. There was cum everywhere, dripping from tables and desks, the TV, the walls – just everywhere! And in the waste basket was at least a quart of cum, sloshing around like some sort of really thick, clotted milk.
More than a bit embarrassed, I cleaned myself up as best I could, placed the cap on the overflowing cup, and went to the nurses’ station. I quickly handed over the cup, which caused the nurse’s eyebrows to go up in shock and surprise – clearly no one had ever filled the cup before – and I quickly left the clinic. As I was leaving, I heard a gasp of surprise from the nurse sent to get the room ready for the next patient, and I all but ran to my car to get away.
The test results were back a few days later, and proved that my virility was off the charts. My huge nuts had not only survived, they proved to be powerhouses of sperm production.
Tina and I were married six months after the attack – I guess the size of my cock and balls didn’t scare her off after all! My gargantuan cock has since proven too big to fit into any human orifice, but there are many ways to please a woman, and believe me, my woman is satisfied.
As am I. Tina admitted to me that she was turned on by much of what she saw that fateful day, and so in bed she likes to play rough with my nuts. Very rough. And it never fails to get me off with a mind blowing orgasm.
Despite the fact that I can’t fit my cock anywhere inside Tina, it doesn’t mean we can’t have kids. In fact, Tina is currently three months pregnant with our first, a boy. We had no problem whatsoever conceiving – all I had to do was press my cock head against her vagina while she beat up my balls, and I filled her with so much sperm that it was flowing off the bed.
Oh yeah, my wife has no complaints.
The only thing that has troubled me since the attack is that the police never found a trace of the three men who assaulted me. But I'm still looking for them, and if I ever find them, we'll play the game again. Only this time, THEY will be paying the price…
