Day of the Nut Crackers

Day of the Nut Crackers

Based on an original story by Littledick

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A story of two boy studs captured unawares for the evenings entertainment and excitement for a large gathering. 

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Chad and I had lived together ever since fate first threw us together as dorm roommates our freshman year in college. We’re now seniors, and have been inseparable since that first day we met. 

People thought we were best friends because we were both college jocks and football stars, but no one knew the real reason for our close friendship. We had secretly been boyfriends since we came out to each other that first year in college, and every night since then we have made passionate love to one another. Both of us toped and bottomed each other in turn all the time, and we enjoyed plenty of rough sex together. The two of us were wildly popular on campus due to our handsome faces, awesome physiques, and fun-loving personalities, but few would have suspected that we were actually lovers, despite the fact that neither of us had ever been known to have girlfriends. 

Physically, Chad and I are so well matched that some people mistake us for brothers. And it’s not that our faces look all that much alike, but rather because we’re both so freakishly muscular and built. I’m 6’4” tall and weigh 320 pounds of pure college muscle, while Chad is slightly shorter at 6’3” tall and definitely beefier at just over 335 pounds. We were definitely the biggest men on campus, with hugely swollen pecs, massive shoulders, mighty guns measuring over 24” each, tight washboard abs, big muscular asses, and thick beefy legs. Chad has gorgeous brown eyes and sandy blond hair that bleaches nearly white during the football season. He also has thick chest hair in a slightly darker blond that runs in a sexy treasure trail down to the waistband of his shorts. My eyes are blue and my hair is a medium brown and wavy. I have a light dusting of chest hair, but am otherwise mostly smooth, which shows off my super defined body to great effect. 

We were even more perfectly matched when it came to the sexual endowment department, for we were both hung like fucking mules. Our eyes had wandered around locker rooms and wild frat parties enough to know that both our cocks and balls were unusually enormous, and we were understandably proud of our massive junk. Even when completely limp, my cock measured just over 9” in length, and when hard, it became a human flesh cannon measuring just over 14” in length and nearly 3” wide at its widest point along the shaft, truly as thick as a beer can and covered in a tracery of gnarled veins. Chad’s crotch rocket was nearly as long as mine at just over 13 ½” hard, but was even thicker, measuring every bit of 3 ½” thick along its entire length. Chad’s cock was built like a battering ram, and while may have it lacked some of the elegance of my mammoth cock, its sheer size and raw brutal power made it damn sexy nonetheless. 

And believe me, when you’ve been fucked by that colossal man tool, you know it! 

Our balls were equally as enormous as our cocks, for whatever twist of fate had blessed us both with such extraordinary genetics went into overdrive when it came to our humongous nuts. My proud baby makers were simply gigantic, each huge nut larger than the largest of lemons and bigger than ripe Georgia peaches. They hung extremely heavy and loose in my large, hairy scrotum. Such was their enormous weight that my nuts naturally hung a full 5” from my crotch! I frequently had to be careful when I was naked that I didn’t sit on my balls – I did that once, and 320 pounds of stud muscle bearing down on one’s own spunk nuts is a pain you don’t soon forget. Chad’s nuts were every bit as huge as mine, and were protected by an even hairier scrotum. Chad’s huge nuts didn’t hang as low as mine, however, and had a natural dangle of ‘only’ 3” despite their equally awesome weight. Both of our sets of balls were mighty sperm factories built for strength and endurance. We both blew unnaturally massive loads of cum, and we could go at it all night long...which we frequently did. 

But little did we know that our secret relationship had caught the attention of a nefarious organization that specialized in the abduction and destruction of powerful horse-hung males such as ourselves...

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The late September day started as any other. The two of us had just finished a particularly rough and rugged football practice, and were walking back to our apartment in our sweatpants and t-shirts, our hugely muscular bodies still covered in well-earned sweat from the gridiron. We were both extremely horny and turned on after spending hours tackling other muscle titans on the field, and we were going to go home and have sex, reveling in our manly odors before showering and having sex again. 

We were walking down a small back street when we both got attacked from behind by a group of at least four hooded men. Before we even knew what was happening, they shot  tasers at our muscular backs and necks and zapped us something good. I think they must have used two guns on each of us, maybe even three, completely stunning and paralyzing us both. We were then quickly gagged, blind folded, and hog tied, and then thrown into the back of a van and driven off. Our hearts were thundering in our massive chests, and we were terrified. 

The van seemed to drive around for hours before it finally stopped. I didn’t know where we were, but the air was cold as the back doors of the van were opened, and I could smell the ocean nearby. The wharf, perhaps? We were dragged into a large, echoing building and pushed into a stall of some sort that smelled of clean straw. I knew we were still together as I could hear Chad’s rapid breathing, but we could not communicate with each other because of the gags in our mouths. Still, I rolled over to him and pressed my big body against his, giving each other what little comfort we could with our touch. 

Some time passed before someone came in and removed our training shoes and then cut our sweats, jockstraps, and tops off. Then we had some sort of tube shoved up our asses, and in moments our beefy backsides were being filled with a warm fluid. I thought they were never going to stop filling me as I could feel them pushing something like a butt plug to keep all that fluid firmly in place. My guts became rock hard with the amount of what ever it was that was pumped into me. I can only assume that Chad was getting the same treatment. Once the fluid stopped entering us, the plugs were left in us and our stomachs began to cramp with the pressure of all that fluid. 

It was about a half an hour before the pressure was released from the butt plugs and the fluid shot out our asses like a fire hose. I could hear the stuff splashing out my butt onto the floor. I felt for sure that my entrails flew out of my beefy butt hole along with the fluid. 

Before I had a chance to get myself together, we were both being filled again. This time the cramps started sooner, and we were forced to hold it in again for about half an hour before we were relieved of the solution. The two of us were then hosed down with warm water and left to dry on the straw. 

A short while later, we were both dragged out without warning and untied so that we could stand up. Our legs were then tied loosely with our legs apart. Our arms were temporarily untied and then retied spread apart above our heads, pulling us up. Then our legs were spread till I thought I was going to split apart. The sounds of buzzing started and I could feel a big hand grab my huge balls and pull them firmly downward. My body must have been shaking in fear, as I was convinced that they were about to cut my big, beautiful nuts off! Instead, it turned out that the sound was from hair clippers, which they used to remove the hair from my balls and from my crotch. Once that was complete, shaving cream was lathered all over my pubic region, and a straight razor was used to remove the last stubble of hair from my balls and groin, leaving the area smooth as a baby’s skin. I could feel the cool air on my huge balls as never before, and I felt somehow even more helpless and powerless than ever. 

We had no idea why we were here or why we had been picked, and no one seemed inclined to tell us anything at this stage. Manacles were fitted to our legs before our arms were released and then they were tied behind us again. Some sort of leash was then fitted around our balls, and we were then dragged by our balls into another area. The room was clearly large, and even as we approached, we could hear the sounds of a loud crowd within. It was also brightly lit, which I could tell even through the cloth covering my eyes. Once we entered the room, a loud cheer went up, and we could hear many male voices issuing various catcalls and words of appraisal and approval. We were led to what sounded like the center of an arena, and then placed between two structures. Chains were connected to the manacles at our wrists and ankles so that we were completely secured and spread eagled between to two columns. 

Without warning, the hood was suddenly ripped off of my head, and I was momentarily blinded by the many bright lights. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that Chad was located across from me and similarly secured, with a look of terror on his achingly handsome face that must have matched mine. We were still gagged, so we couldn’t call out to one another, but our eyes said it all. 

We were clearly in some sort of large auditorium with bleachers surrounding the walls. However, only the center of the room where Chad and I were held prisoner was lit, so I could not make out the details of the surrounding crowd, but I could tell that they numbered in the hundreds, and from the sounds of their voices, I’m convinced that they were all men. 

Then someone spoke on a loud speaker, welcoming the crowd to tonight’s entertainment, and a huge cheer went up from the assembled men. Just as that was said I could feel someone putting something like rawhide around the top of my scrotum and without warning it was snapped closed and tied off with some tight knots in it. I jumped when the noose snapped closed around the neck of my huge nuts, just at the base of my balls, trapping my elephantine balls at the bottom of their sack. This left me to wonder what was to follow... 

“Gentlemen, you have computer pads in front of you,” the deep male voice said. “The computer screen will give you a selection of choices as to what happens next. Push the button that is associated with your choice, and the computer will then display the results on the screen. We will take the top three choices that receive the most votes. Then you pick one of the top three, and secondly the severity of the abuse, and once the votes have been tallied, the results will be carried out by two of our guests, selected at random.” 

“Here we go!” the voice said, as the computers threw up multiple options to the audience. The guy on the microphone said “Great choices! Now here’s the top three – please make you selection and include the severity.” A few moments later, “Fantastic! Okay, you have picked three kicks, harshness:  heavy, and with steel capped boots.”

Two numbers were then called, and two men came down from the crowd to don some very wicked looking steel capped boots. The men wore leather masks that hid their upper faces, but not so much that I couldn’t recognize them again. Their eyes, mouths, and jaws were fully visible, and they were stripped naked from the waist up. Both men appeared quite strong, and they took positions in front of Chad and I with looks of lustful anticipation in their evil eyes. 

The announcer started counting down – five, four, three, two, one. The man in front of me hauled his booted right foot back, and then with all of his might kicked forward, landing the toe of his boot directly into my unprotected nuts. I saw stars, and the agony was so intense that at first I couldn’t react. Before I could even make a noise, the man landed a second brutal kick, followed by the third. The same occurred to Chad, only he found his voice first and bellowed in agony. The place went wild at the sight and sound of our agony and torment. 

“Well, that gets the evening off to a good start! Who wants to hear these guys scream a bit more?” Again, cheers echo from the crowd. My battered nuts are screaming in agony, but for some reason my cock had begun to grow hard. I looked across at Chad, and saw that his thick horse cock has begun to do the same. 

“Good, let’s go for the next trick!” 

Again the screen showed six suggestions, which was narrowed down to three, and then to one. It was announced that steel buckets would be hung off our nuts and large stones would be dropped into it, one a minute for 10 minutes. Hooded attendants secured a thick metal cable around the base of our huge balls, noosing them so tight that I thought they would simply pinch our balls off. The end of the short cable was secured to a large, 5-gallon bucket, and without fanfare, the attendants let the bucket drop between our legs. Our balls quickly pulled up the slack and the bucket was yanked to a halt. Chad and I both yelped in pain, as the heavy buckets must have weighed a good 20 pounds all on their own. Then the attendants brought in a pair of wheelbarrows filled with stones of various sizes, from the size of tennis balls to bowling balls and beyond. My eyes grew wide with fear. 

Two audience members were selected to carry out the abuse. The man in front of me smirked as he looked over the rocks in the wheelbarrow, and he selected a rock nearly as large as my head to begin. He dropped the rock into the bucket with a loud ‘thunk’, and I bellowed in agony as the weight tore at my huge stud nuts. Chad and I both grunted as we tried to come to grips with the weight, and just was we were beginning to get used to it, a second weight was dropped into the bucket, causing us to cry out once more. And then a third weight, and then a fourth, and so on. My giant bull nuts were being stretched further and further from my crotch by the increasing weight, stretching from their normal 5” to 6”, then 7”. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. At the same time, my cock began growing harder and harder, cranking upwards and inflating with desire, until by the fifth or sixth stone, it had reached it’s full size of just over 14 eye-popping inches. Chad’s huge 13 ½ - inch cock had become similarly aroused, much to the very appreciative oohs and aahs of the crowd. 

Still the weights continued to be dumped into the buckets, until at last the 10^th stone was dropped. My abuser picked one of the largest stones in the wheelbarrow, a rock the size of a basketball, and dropped it into my bucket, pretty much filling the bucket to the top. I screamed in agony, but somehow my nuts held, stretched now to a full 8” from my muscular, naked crotch. A moment later, the final stone was dropped into Chad’s bucket with similar results. 

But as Chad bellowed in agony, every muscle in his glorious body standing out in bold relief, his massive cock began to darken and quiver in a way that I knew all so well, and in another moment the first mighty wad of spunk erupted from its tip. Even I, who had become almost accustomed to the titanic loads that Chad could blow, was stunned by the force and volume of this orgasm, which rocketed forth from his pulsing cock like a series of liquid mortar shells. Gigantic ropes of cum blew in all directions, striking the assailant in front of Chad numerous times before he had the sense to duck out of the way. 

The awesome agony in my goliath bull nuts combined with the sight of Chad blasting out a phenomenal load soon put me over the edge as well, and I followed suit with a monstrous orgasm of my own, matching every bit the size and power of Chad’s mighty load. We blew our loads for a full minute, blasting out probably a score of wads apiece before the orgasms finally ebbed and stopped. The buckets still hung from our screaming nuts, swaying slightly with our movements. 

The crowd of men was awestruck by our extraordinarily virile, hyper masculine performance, and they were silent for many long moments after our huge loads were completely. Then they seemed to shake off their amazement as one and cheered like never before. 

“What a display, gentlemen!! Have you ever SEEN such loads, or such powerful bull balls!?! What a treat we have for you tonight! First, however, there is a penalty for cumming, and in this case it is the addition of another stone. Gentlemen, if you would do the honors…” 

Grinning, the two men on stage went back to the wheelbarrows and picked out a final stone for each of us. And somehow I knew it would the largest stone in the ‘barrow. My assailant lifted out what looked like a small boulder, using both of his strong arms to lift the huge stone. I already had something like 120 pounds of weight dragging at my agonized bull balls, more weight than I thought any man’s balls could take, and this last stone looked to weigh more than half of that. Instead of simply dropping the weight, the man lifted the weight high above his head, and threw it down into the bucket with all his might. My balls were immediately stretched another inch, and I screamed in awesome agony, but my balls miraculously held. I heard Chad scream bloody murder as well, but could see that his balls, too, had somehow survived. 

We were allowed to remain in that position for several long minutes, the weights tugging more and more on our brutalized balls, until finally the attendants released the cable from the bucket. The buckets crashed to the floor with a loud bang, dumping the rocks across the arena floor, while out huge balls ricocheted back toward our crotches, striking the base of our huge, rock-hard cocks with great force. We both cried out again in intense pain, and then breathed a sigh of relief that that particular torture was finally finished. 

I glanced down and saw that my balls were stretched down much farther than normal, to what looked like 6 or 6 ½ inches, while Chad’s dangle had increased from 3 inches to almost 5. I wondered if the stretch was permanent...and whether we would live long enough to find out. 

The crowd hushed as the screens cleared and the next suggestions appeared on them. Once again the guys were clicking away at their choices. Eventually it was announced and the announcer said, “Nice one guys! Balls to be secured to wooden tables, large ball paddles to be used to strike the bound nuts, 24 blows to each man, no breaks allowed, and brutality level – MERCILESS!!! In other words gentlemen, use your full fury! This will be good, and I am getting hard already in anticipation!” 

The structure we were tied to began to rotate us backwards until we were about 30 degrees from horizontal, and a heavy duty table was pushed under us. The attendants grasped our aching balls, secured a leather thong about the base of our nuts, and stretched them out over the table. With our balls resting flat on the table and as far from our crotches as the men could stretch them, the attendants tied off the other end of the thongs, leaving our nuts firmly secured to the table and completely immobile. 

God, my balls hurt, and I could feel a tremendous throb of pain from them with each beat of my heart. Shorn of their hair and stretched 8 agonizing inches from my body, my humongous balls looked more massive than even, positively obscene, and also intensely, terrifyingly vulnerable. 

Once we were secured, the MC spoke and asked for the opening bids on who would deliver this trick. There was much noise as the bidding process went on. In the end, two guys bid five thousand dollars each and were given instructions of what to do. They were told not to hit our balls with the round flats of the paddles but instead with the edges of the paddles, which were an inch thick and made from fire tempered hardwood. They were also told to go at it with all they were worth, for if seventy five percent or more of the crowd didn’t believe they did a good enough job, they would receive the same treatment themselves. Both men put their hands over their own crotches and grinned, making out to protect themselves as the announcer spoke. 

With that, the two guys approached us and claimed their paddles. My new assailant ran his fingers over my glistening torso, stroking my huge bull pecs and washboard abs with lust filled eyes before he mounted my chest. His back was to me so that he could face my bound and helpless bull nuts, and then the countdown commenced. Next thing I knew, I was bellowing at full volume as the heavy wooden paddle landed with great force into both of my nuts. Moments later, they received another devastating blow, and then another and another and another, as blow after violent blow rained down on my unprotected manhood. I didn’t think I could scream any louder as I felt my whole being smashed under me, but I did. 

My balls felt like they were being reduced to a jellied pulp, but the merciless beating continued. At the same time, I could feel a second orgasm begin to build in my brutalized and bashed nuts, and I was amazed at my body’s reaction to the pain. Chad and I both liked our sex rough, and we had bashed each other’s huge nuts many times before, but nothing compared to the force and brutality of these paddle blows! 

By the time the 18^th blow landed on my nuts, my awesome virility simply could not take any more abuse, and I started blowing my second massive load of the night, pumping it out in great arching ropes that landed all over my assailant and my own rippled abdomen. As my mighty orgasm thundered from my loins, my attacker continued raining down the destructive beating of my baby makers, trying his best to annihilate both massive nuts. 

When the 24^th blow finally landed, I was still pumping out my massive load, and my thick and sticky seed was strewn everywhere. I could see around my assailant’s body to where Chad lay, and saw that he, too, was blowing another mighty load. We continued grunting out our lush and abundant loads for another half minute or so, and by the time we were finally done, Chad and I were both heaving heavily in pain and exhaustion. Our enormous balls were an angry red and swelling from all of the abuse, but were miraculously still intact! 

The crowd seemed to be beside themselves after our second display of hyper masculine virility, and the announcer’s voice cut through over the din, saying, “Once again, the rules are clear that cumming is a punishable offense. In this case, when a man shoots, he is to receive six more blows of the paddle. If he shoots again, six more, and so on. Ready gentlemen?” 

The countdown started again, and soon a fresh set of blows were raining down on our huge nuts. I screamed in agony, but my rock hard cock betrayed me once again, for on the fifth blow, a third orgasm began to rip through my loins. This orgasm proved to be just as massive as the two that came before, and my attacker paused to let me shoot out the entire load. He then smiled, knowing that he had seven more blows to give me. My rider repositioned himself, and this time isolated just my huge left nut for abuse, lining it up so that he could deliver the maximum amount of pain and damage to just the one massive ball. When the blows began, I thought I would pass out from the pain, as it felt like my assailant was literally beating the stuffing out of my colossal nut. But on the last blow, my cock betrayed me once AGAIN and began shooting out huge slugs of cum from its bloated and distended tip! By this time I was coated in my own sticky man juice, and even I couldn’t believe how much of the stuff I had blown from my nuts in such a short period of time! 

I think I was openly sobbing by now, my horrifically battered balls already a seething hell of pain, and knowing that I would soon have to endure yet another six obliterating blows. I cursed my luck for having such heroically potent stud nuts, and prayed that they could endure the additional blows intact and without blowing yet another load. 

While the countdown began for yet another six blows to my rapidly swelling balls, I glanced over at Chad, and found that he had cum a third time, but mercifully not a fourth time, and so was allowed to rest while I received what I hoped would be the final six blows. This time, my attacker lined up my huge right ball and began striking it like he was driving a nail into the wall. I bellowed in renewed agony as the audience counted out each blow like a chant. On the sixth and final blow, I could have sworn that I felt my right ball explode, but fortunately I did not cum again, much to the howls and boos of the crowd. 

The announcer asked the crowd to vote whether the guys had done a good enough job beating our balls senseless. The answer came back in the affirmative, much to their relief. A small break was called as the house got itself back together after the most recent spectacle. 

My balls were bright red from all the abuse and starting to verge on purple, and were visibly swelling in their stretched sack. However, as the awesome pain decreased to a mere gut-wrenching throb, I could tell that both huge testicles were still astoundingly intact. Not only could I still feel the wholeness of both huge nuts, I could also see with my own eyes that they still maintained their healthy, egg-like shape. But I also knew that they had been greatly weakened under the terrible abuse, and I wondered how much longer they would survive. 

Once the crowd had settled once more, the announcer said that they were going to give us a chance to select our next trick. As the computer slowly ran through the unused tricks in its data base, the tricks were displayed on the crowd’s computers. Of course, Chad and I couldn’t see the computer screens, but a button was pressed into each of our hands, and whatever trick we landed on when we hit our buttons together would be the next torture. We would then press the buttons again to select the amount and the severity, much as the previous tricks had been selected. 

The crowd went wild as the computer stopped and highlighted the trick we had unknowingly selected. The amount number generator then started and stopped to the cheer of the crowd. Then the worst part of all, the severity generator started and the assembly went ballistic at the result. The announcer said, “Wow, these guys just love the pain, don’t they!! Three dozen clenched fists to the nuts, destructive force, NO HOLDS BARRED!!!” 

My massively muscular body just shook in fear as the MC said it, and then an auction began to choose who would deliver the punishment. “Come on guys,” said the announcer, “these two hot young college bulls are begging for the strongest and most muscular of you to make soup out of their massive boy balls!” The bidding was fast and furious and reached ten thousand dollars. Again the speaker reminded them that the crowd would vote on if the job was done right or not at the end of it. 

When the two winners stepped forward, I knew that Chad and I were in very serious trouble. Chad and I are both huge men with phenomenal, powerful physiques, they kind of massive, toned, and perfectly proportioned bodies that would make even super heavyweight bodybuilders jealous. But the two men who stepped from the shadows were so monstrously muscular as to make us look almost puny in comparison! Both men were several inches taller than us, and had to weigh more than 400 pounds apiece!! There was no question that both these freaks took steroids, and a lot of them – their faces were drawn, and their ‘roid guts were huge. But that did not detract from the fact that they each had gargantuan arms that defied belief. I estimated that their arms measured at least 26” if not 27” in size, making them by far the largest arms I had ever seen on a man. 

As luck would have it, my newest assailant was the larger of the two giants. He stepped toward me and with one humongous meaty hand, began to lightly fondle my swollen bull nuts. My balls were so beaten and bruised at this point that even this light touch caused me to cry out in pain. The giant began to fondle them more roughly, and even began slapping them around a bit, and he said to me, “Damn, boy, those are sure some huge nuts you have there! Biggest I’ve ever seen!! It’s gonna be a pleasure to mash your fuckin’ huge bull nuts into ground beef.” 

Our platforms were elevated so that we were close to vertical, and we were raised a couple of feet so that our crotches were more even with the attackers’ fists, allowing them to deliver their blows with maximum force into our unprotected and waiting nuts. Once everything was in place, the countdown began, and I said a silent prayer that I would pass out with the first blow. 

As the countdown ended, the assailants began pounding our nuts for all they were worth. The first blow landed so hard that I would not have been surprised if the man’s huge, ham-like fist had passed through both my nuts and the table itself! The pain was so intense that it knocked the wind from my body, and it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth blow that I could finally bellow like a wounded animal. I didn’t think my balls could survive TWO such blows, let alone 36, but I had no choice but to endure the horrific beating. I could hear Chad screaming as well, and I feared for my lover’s beautiful balls as much as my own. 

I was delirious with pain, but my incredibly tough and resilient body refused to let me pass out. I knew not what sounds were coming out of my throat by that point, but I have no doubt that they were inhuman. The man’s blows were so powerful that I could have sworn he was hitting the whole of my body at once with his massive fist. Cumming was certainly the last thing on my mind, but my raging 14-inch cock had a mind of its own and the fucker betrayed me yet again and to my absolute horror, blasting out not just one but TWO massive loads during the brutal ball beating. I didn’t know how such horrific torture could be sending my pleasure centers into overload, but the massive deluge of sperm rocketing from my throbbing cock was proof that it did. 

I could hear Chad groaning in agony, and saw that he, too, had blown two more huge loads, meaning we each had to endure 12 more blows. The attackers began a simultaneous barrage of left and right hooks into our defenseless nuts with a speed and force unlike anything that had come before, and before the assault was through, Chad and I had both blown yet another gargantuan wad, my seventh of the night, and Chad’s sixth! 

If it wasn’t for the circumstances we were in, I would have been very proud of our sexual performance that night, for neither of us had never before blown so much nut juice in such a short span of time. 

We had both earned six more blows, and so we steeled ourselves for the next attack. My balls already felt like jelly, and as the first new blow rained down on them, I realized that they had already been seriously weakened and damaged by all the abuse, and for all I knew had already been beaten into permanent sterility. The man’s huge fist sank deep into my ball flesh with each strike, coming very close to making contact with the wood on the other side of my balls and crushing them nearly flat. In their weakened state, I doubted my balls could endure five more such blows, but I gathered my resolve and continued to endure. 

Two! 

Three! 

My balls felt like they could burst at any moment. 

Four! 

Five! 

They were on the brink of destruction. 

Six! 

The last blow landed with devastating force into both my nuts, squishing them completely flat, but with their last ounce of strength, they had survived. I knew for certain that one more such blow would have obliterated my nuts forever, so I was very thankful that I had not cum. 

But to my horror, as the last blow was delivered to Chad’s similarly weakened nuts, he let out a great howl and unloaded with his seventh massive load of the evening, blowing yet more massive ropes of thick white man cream all over himself and his assailant. I could see the panic in Chad’s eyes, for he also knew that his balls couldn’t handle any more abuse. 

The crowd was in a frenzy now, cheering so loudly that I could barely hear the countdown begin. My assailant stood out of the way to give me a clear view of Chad’s attacker. The huge man turned around so that his back was to Chad and he was facing me. We locked eyes, and he grinned maliciously. And as the countdown reached zero, he released an elbow smash directly into Chad’s nearly broken nuts. Chad screamed uncontrollably, his handsome head shaking from side to side and his huge, muscular body spasming on the table. A second brutal elbow smash, and then a third were planted deep into Chad’s crumbling ball meat. I was screaming against my ball gag for them to stop, and tears were streaming down my cheeks. A fourth smash, and a fifth, each blow doing unknown damage to my lover’s gorgeous bull balls. Finally, the sixth smash, and it was done. Chad screamed one last time, and then went limp in his restraints, mercifully unconscious at last. A small amount of cum burped from the tip of his still raging cock, but he did not cum. 

Chad’s balls were so massively swollen by this time that I couldn’t tell if either of his twin orbs were still intact. One of the attendants came forward and began to examine the hugely distended ball bag, kneading and squeezing the contents to determine if either of his balls had survived. The attendant stood up and smiled for several moments out into the audience before saying, “I am happy to announce that both of the young man’s huge testicles are completely…INTACT!!!” 

I almost wept with relief, while the crowd booed its disapproval. The judgment on the punishment soon followed, and while my guy passed the test, Chad’s assailant did not, no doubt for failing to rupture Chad’s nearly busted balls during his final rain of blows. The failed guy was grabbed and stripped and tied up spread eagled, and the MC announced that my assailant was to give 10 strong kicks to the man’s balls as punishment, and for the pleasure of all gathered. 

The two men clearly knew each other, and my assailant smiled as the punishment was announced. My attacker grabbed the bound man’s balls in his huge hand. I noticed that the man had some truly huge balls, nothing approaching the size of the monster nuts possessed by Chad and I, but huge balls that any man would have been very proud of. His big dick had also grown hard, as if it was eagerly awaiting the punishment that was to come. 

The attacker gave the huge balls a crushing squeeze, and then hauled off and began stomping his heavy boot directly into the man’s defenseless nuts. The huge man bellowed in pain, every gargantuan muscle in his body standing out in extraordinarily deep relief as he pulled fruitlessly against his bonds. Kick after devastating kick was delivered into those big balls, and on the final stomp, I could actually hear the sickening SQUICK!! sound as one of the man’s huge balls burst under the tremendous abuse. At the same moment, the bound man screamed as his cock coughed up his big load. Again, his load was nothing like our super human salvos, but it was still huge and bigger than what probably any other man in that room could produce. And it would no doubt be his last load of such enormous size, for with one of his huge gonads destroyed and the other brutally traumatized, he would be shooting far less seed in the future. 

The assailant grabbed the man’s screaming nuts in both hands, squeezing and grinding them to get all the juices out of them while he passionately kissed the bound man. I could see that the man’s left nut was still whole and intact, but his right ball was completely shattered. The assailant’s fist met no resistance as it squeezed the right side of the man’s sac, his fingers easily digging through the mushy remains like it was a sack full of lumpy oatmeal. The bound man screamed into the other man’s mouth and his gargantuan muscles shook and strained against their restraints, but he was otherwise powerless to stop the mauling of his half ruined ballsac. 

The crowd applauded after the scene finished, and both men were released back to their seats, the recently half-castrated man walking with a pronounced limp. The MC’s attention then returned to us and he said, “Come on fellahs! The night is still young and we have four VERY swollen bull balls to finish off yet!” With that they got things going again. The announcer asked the spectators to check their seat numbers. He then got one of the guys on stage to draw two disks out of a container. The attendant called out numbers 48 and 88. Two very excited guys came down on to the stage. 

“Your task,” explained the announcer, “is to light those two candles and to hold them five or six inches above these men’s packages and coat them totally in candle wax. You’re not finished until their huge cocks and swollen balls are totally covered.” 

They wasted no time lighting the candles and getting into position. Then a torrent of hot melted wax began to drip down onto our cocks and balls. Each drip caused more pain as it hit our tender, bruised, and battered genitals. The wax stung and burned as it hit my dick head. The pain as my guy poured the boiling wax over my balls was something else. My voice just made a gurgling sound after all the previous screaming, and all I could do was thrash my handsome head around uttering only more silly sounds. There was a loud laugh from the audience as a drop of wax sizzled as it hit a wet spot on the tip of my cock, and that caused my whole body to contort. Once they had covered all the genital skin they could cover, the waxing stopped. 

The two guys were told that their job wasn’t over yet. They were handed two small whips with five tails on each. Then it was announced that they had to whip all the wax off and that the judge would raise a hand once each set of cock and balls was denuded of wax. The last guy to finish would have to lie on a table and have his cock and balls covered in wax by the other. Two of the crew came over as judges and the countdown began. When it hit zero, a fury of blows began to rain down on our packages. They were going hell for leather as neither of them wanted to receive a waxing themselves. Our bodies contorted and bounced at the stinging tails of the whips as they shattered and pulled the wax off our bruised and beaten genitals. 

Before we realized it, a shout went up and the guy doing Chad had finished as my guy got the last of the wax off me. He was grabbed straight away and stripped before being strapped to a table himself. They lay his cock over one leg and his extremely floppy balls over the other. A new candle was lit and the guy got to work pouring hot melted wax over the significant and ample genitals that lay before him. Unlike Chad and I, this poor guy did not get hard, and it wasn’t long before the fellow receiving the wax was screaming his head off. Once everything was covered, the guy was untied and had to pull his pants on. 

The computer did its work and we were made ready before being told what was going to happen to increase the element of surprise. Two guys dressed only in chaps, boots, and wide brimmed hats were brought in carrying neatly rolled up stock whips. The MC set the computer going to determine the number of strokes we were to receive. Everyone was willing the computer for a high number, while Chad and I just prayed for the torment to end. The computer screen went blue and then displayed fifteen, the gathered throng booed, as they really wanted a lot more than fifteen. All we eventually heard was fifteen, but fifteen of what! 

The two cowboys then lined up their targets, our crotches. The first thing I heard was a whistling sound shortly followed by a loud crack of the whip snapping across my cock shaft, raising a large, angry welt in its path. The whole of my being flashed before my eyes and every muscle of my body contorted in one motion. A gargled animal scream emanated from my mouth. I had never heard a sound like it before or since. 

Sweat was pouring of my cruelly treated body as I heard a crack break over Chad’s body, but I only heard a small sound from him as the group of on lookers watched on in glee. My cowboy was lining me up for the next stroke of the whip to show his skillfulness. I didn’t have to wait long as the whistle of the whip could be heard as it flew through the air and snapped once more. His whip cracked sharply as it came across the base of my cock shaft and wrapped its tentacles around my unprotected balls. From nowhere came a non-human sound from deep within me as my body went stiff as a board and then shook violently. As the guy pulled the whip back he tried to rip my balls off with it. A large bright red and raised welt developed across my nut sack and I thought my whole life had exploded within me. 

I don’t remember much else of the rest of the whipping. I thought it would be impossible to feel or experience more pain that had already been dished out, but how wrong I was. By the end of the torment, my proud cock, my crowning glory, felt like it had been laid open and torn to ribbons. The thick shaft and massive head were covered in angry welts, yet the traitorous cock STILL refused to go soft! My balls were also covered in angry red welts, and were now hanging a good 8” from my crotch after all the brutal tugging and pulling. 

I prayed for the torments to stop, yet the end was still a long way off. The pain in my balls and cock had consumed my whole being. The noise in the auditorium got louder as the cowboys returned to their seats, and they eagerly awaited the next portion of the show. 

The MC announced that everyone should get their wallets and checkbooks out, for it was time for the final punishment of the evening. “Who is going to go home with the ultimate prize? Who is going to claim one of these sets of brutally oversized bull balls as the ultimate trophy? These two massively built young lads have demonstrated unprecedented strength, resilience, and virility, so let’s honor them with some high-stakes bidding. Who will open bidding on the final punishment?” 

By this stage of our suffering, the words made no sense to Chad and me whatsoever. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what the words meant. But apparently the bidding started high and went even higher. The bidding reached one hundred thousand dollars and was still climbing; I couldn’t imagine why the figure got to that height at this stage – talk about dumb innocence. It was then it began to dawn on me that my cock and balls might be in mortal peril. The bidding for me stopped at over two hundred thousand dollars, and at nearly the same for Chad. The two winners were ushered onto the stage to pay their donations and to receive their prizes -- us! 

One of the men approached me, and I could feel his hands on my ultra sore and abused goodies, massaging and kneading them with his hands, and stroking my huge cock with his fist. He seemed to really enjoy fondling my meat and potatoes, and I wouldn’t have minded so much if it weren’t for the fact that even the slightest touch at this point caused me great pain. 

When my “winner” was finally through inspecting me, Chad and I were prepared for the final ordeal. A pair of thick cables was lowered from the darkness above, and they were once again noosed and cinched around the base of our screaming bull balls. Our platforms were set to pivot, and as the cables started being drawn again up toward the ceiling, our platforms pivoted backwards by the tugging on our balls. Once our bodies were slightly below horizontal, the cable stopped moving. Chad and I were both arching our muscular young bodies as much as we could to relieve the tension on our balls as they were stretched toward the ceiling. The countdown began again, and I trembled in terror with the uncertainty of what would happen next. 

At the bottom of the countdown, I could hear a series of sharp metal snaps, and then my body began to fall. In an instant, I realized that the apparatus had left me go, and that the entirety of my own massively muscular weight was now being supported solely by my nuts! But it turned out that it wasn’t only my own weight I was carrying, for each of the manacles was also attached to a 50 pound weight. So my own 320 pounds of muscle PLUS another 200 pounds of steel were now being supported by nothing more than my beefy stud nuts! 

My muscular body began to jerk involuntarily at the unimaginable pain ripping through my screaming nuts. I screamed then, a scream I hope never to repeat in my life. I fully expected my nuts to tear off my body right there and then, but somehow they didn’t. Despite all logic and reason, they somehow endured, though they were being drawn steadily farther from my body minute by minute as my weight continued to pull mercilessly on them. 

Eight inches had quickly become 8 ½”, then slowly increased to 9”. I thought I was going to die, and I was certain that I could hear things tearing within my grotesquely distended nut sack. 9 ½”, 10”. The skin of my scrotum was perilously thin, and the two huge lumps of my swollen bull balls could be seen clearly through the almost glass-like skin. 10 ½”. My balls looked like they were trying to get out of the bottom of their sack, and the neck of the scrotum itself was ridiculously thin, showing clearly the mighty cords and life-giving veins that are even now fighting a losing struggle to keep my gigantic stud nuts connected to me. 11”. 

Without warning, the remarkable happens. Consumed by pain, my cock suddenly finds its eighth orgasm, and this one proves to be the most massive of the whole night. I can only quiver noiselessly in my bonds as bolt after humongous scorching bolt of cum blasts out of my cock to the uncaring ground below. I hear a second set of gasps from the crowd, and I know that Chad is blowing out his eighth load at that moment as well. In some distant part of my mind, I am very proud of us both for showing these evil captors what real men we were right up to the very end. 

Even as my greatest orgasm ever thundered onward, my huge balls continued to slip, and I knew it would be a race against time to see if I could finish my orgasm before my balls were unceremoniously ripped from me. 11 ½”, 12”. My colossal bull balls, the seat of my overwhelming masculinity and power, have been stretched to a full FOOT by more than 500 pounds of muscle and steel!! 

At that same moment, I feel the cold edge of a knife blade being placed against my impossibly stretched scrotum. I look up into the menacing eyes of my attacker, my “winner”, and I see the death of my beautiful balls reflected there. I grunt and keep pumping out my goo with wild abandon, waiting for the moment when one mere flick of the knife will end my awesome manhood forever. I shut my eyes tightly and wait for the searing pain.  

Just then, there is the sound of the crash of several doors, and the lights come up all over the auditorium. A voice on a bull horn announces that the police have arrived, and for everyone to freeze! The cavalry had arrived!! But did they arrived in time to save Chad’s and my huge balls? 

The answer to that question came sooner than I had anticipated. The man holding the knife to my balls glanced at the dozens of cops streaming into the room, and then back at me, and I saw him make up his mind. Everything moved in slow motion. I screamed “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” as I saw him prepare to rip the knife through my stretched sack like a stick of butter. 

Then there was a sound of thunder, and a small hole suddenly opened in the front of the man’s forehead, followed shortly by a river of blood. The evil smile was still plastered on his dead face, and the man dropped the knife and fell forward…directly onto my body! 

I screamed anew as the man’s 200+ pounds of dead weight added to the over 500 pounds already tearing at my massive nuts. My magnificent bull balls, those fist-sized lumps of pure masculine power, were immediately yanked to an unbelievable 14 inches -- the same length as my own colossally oversized horse cock!! -- where they quivered on the ends of their heroically straining fleshy tethers. My mighty stud nuts were about to be torn free, and there was no way anyone could get to me in time to save my glorious balls from their utter destruction! 

I can’t explain what happened next. Maybe it was the added weight of the dead man across my massively muscular torso. Maybe it was the vibrations from my almighty orgasm still raging through my cock. Or maybe it was simply the fact that there’s only so much any cord could take. Regardless, when my supremely overstretched scrotum reached its ultimate limit at 14 ½”, it snapped. Not my scrotum, but the steel cable noosed around my balls! With an sharp SNAP!!, my balls were suddenly released from captivity, and my body crashed to the ground with a very beefy SMACK!! My gigantic orgasm, which had yet to cease, erupted with even greater force as my huge balls slammed back into my crotch. The pain was overwhelming, and I had a moment to see that Chad was being rescued by the police, his balls freed from their constricting cable, before I finally passed out…  

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When I awoke, I was in a hospital, and my beautiful Chad was at my side, holding my hand. I feared the worst for both of us in those first few moments, but the relief in his beautiful brown eyes when I awoke told me that everything was okay. 

We had indeed survived an evening of tortures that should have destroyed our balls a dozen times over. The police had no way of explaining it, but just told us we were damn lucky to be alive and intact. The doctors kept us both in the hospital for several days to run tests on us, but by the second day the swelling in our balls had disappeared, along with the worst of the bruising and welts. Our balls were indeed – miraculously – intact, and further tests proved that not only were we not rendered sterile by the abuse, but that our sperm count was off the charts. 

But I could have told you that…  

The only lasting physical change from the whole event is that both of our scrotums are now exceedingly low hanging. Chad’s balls now hang at an awesome 6 ½” from his crotch, while mine hang an astounding 8 full inches. The look is intensely erotic and masculine, and well worth the hassle of occasionally crushing my huge nuts between my muscular thighs, and having to hang them over one of my beefy legs when I have to sit down at the toilet. If I don’t, those huge bruisers will just hang down into the toilet water. Blech! :) 

It turned out that the secret society that had accosted us had claimed dozens of victims over the years before we came along. Many a well hung young man across the world had had his cock and/or balls removed by this roving society of torturers and sadists. A number of governments had been working together to try to track down this evil and slippery organization for years, and they had finally succeeded just in time to rescue us. 

The good news was that they had caught several hundred men in the arena, men of great wealth and power from all over the world. All of the men captured were charged with deadly assault and international war crimes, and were all sentenced to life terms in prison. All of them were powerful and influential men, including corporate moguls, high government officials, and even members of several Middle Eastern royal families. But  when the video tape recordings of our abuse and the torture and castration of previous victims were shown in the courtroom, there was not one juror sympathetic to the men who had been in that audience. Chad and I also testified in the international tribunal and were able to identify the various men who had attacked us during the various trails, and they received multiple life sentences. None of these wicked men would ever be free to inflict harm upon another innocent man again. 

Speaking of videos, a copy of Chad’s and my torture was somehow leaked to the media, and it has wound up on the internet. By now, millions of people all over the world have watched Chad and me get tortured to within a hairsbreadth of losing our awesome manhoods, and strangely, that has made us celebrities. We can’t go anywhere without being recognized, and women and men alike are always throwing themselves at us. Many video viewers believe that the tape has been altered in some way, and that the events they are seeing did not really happen. I understand, and I find it hard to believe myself, but it was all true. 

We’ve both been offered huge sums of money to make porn videos, both together and separately. Some offers want us to beat each other’s huge nuts into submission, while others just want to see us blow one monumental load after another after another after another in one unbroken sequence. The money being offered is amazing, so we’re seriously thinking about it, and may yet decide to take up one or more of those offers. 

In the meantime, with the many millions we received as damages from our time of torture and abuse, Chad and I have purchased a beautiful home in the remote hills together. We still make love every day and every night, and now have added a lot more ball abuse -- punches and tugs and kicks -- to our nightly repertoire. We are blissfully happy together. 

Only one thought continues to trouble us. The MC at our torture session, the man was recognized by all the men present to be the ringleader of the secret society, was never captured. No one knows his name, where he’s from, or even what he looks like, and it appears that he wasn’t even in the warehouse that night, but was instead transmitting remotely from another nearby location. With that madman on the lose, neither of us rests completely easy, and we fear that someday he will seek us out and finish what he started. 

So just remember when you walk down a dark street at night to be extra careful and vigilant, or you could be the next scheduled entertainment for a brutal and sadistic madman.