Frat Initiation - Part 4

Frat Initiation - Part 4

Based on an original story by Zoroaster

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The next day Tim got up late with a bit of a hangover. He thought about the previous night all day, it even keeping his normally focused mind off his workout while he mechanically went about the motions of his routine. No flexing that day, but straight back to his apartment for a shower and shave. He flexed in the mirror a bit and thought about his big bull nuts being cut off, his cock sliced clean off at the base...but it just didn't do it like last night had. 

He checked the mail eagerly when it came, but it was only junk mail. Same the next day, and the next, until Thursday, when he finally got a letter with the Theta Chi letters stamped on it. He tore it open eagerly, and was relieved to see that he had indeed gotten a bid. He was pretty sure it would happen, but still...he worried. He really wanted to be with these guys, money or no. 

The letter said he was supposed to show up Saturday night wearing only shorts, an old t-shirt, and flip-flops or sandals. Nothing else, it said, very clearly. The letter was also very clear that he wasn’t to jack himself off from now until the initiation three days hence. Three days?!? Tim thought that there was no way he could keep from cumming for that long, but he was willing to try. Tim studied extra hard Friday to make up for what he knew would be a busy evening. Saturday afternoon he took a long bath and shaved himself to the skin, wanting to look his best. When the time came for the party, he wore a tight wife-beater, a pair of running shorts, and some five-dollar flip-flops he bought at the supermarket. 

Tim had also somehow managed to keep from cumming for a full three days, the longest he had ever gone without beating off in his adult life. His nuts were so swollen with jism that they were painful to the touch, and if anything hung even lower in their super stretched sac. 

He showed up to the house, eager and extremely horny, and rang the bell, shifting his weight back and forth nervously. When the door finally opened, one of the brothers stood there wearing only a pair of well-stuffed jockeys. "Tim, right?" he asked with a smile. 

"Yeah, I'm Tim," he said. 

"Come on in. We're only waiting on one more." The brother stood back from the door to allow Tim into the living room. Jake was already there, dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a plain white T. 

"Hey, man," he greeted Tim. Tim said hi back and sat down. The brother stood behind them both, not saying anything. Tim and Jake just sat there in silence, assuming they weren't supposed to say anything either. After a minute or two of the awkward silence, the door rang again. The brother took his time opening it, and did to find Eddie there, looking as nervous as the other two pledges. The brother let him in and he sat down on the couch, after answering the cautious greetings offered by the others. 

After a few more minutes of silence, the brother spoke from behind them. "It's time. Strip," he ordered the three. They did, removing their clothing quickly and nervously looking around at the others. "Follow me," the brother ordered. 

They did follow him, back into the kitchen of the frat house and down into the dirt and wood basement, where the rest of the fraternity awaited. What little light that fell off a pair of light bulbs was dim, and it was hard to make out their faces, but all the young men were naked, their skin glistening in the light. Each sported erections large and small, but all had huge balls, ranging from the size of big walnuts through the massive lemons possessed by Eric. The brother who led them had them stand in a row against the far wall, and the brothers circled in around them. 

A voice Tim recognized as Dave's boomed out, "You three have been selected to enter the Theta Chi fraternity. Membership is for life, and once you join, you are forever one of us. Your initiation shall be swift but painful. This is your last chance to turn back. 

"Jake Beauregard Turnbull! Do you wish to join Theta Chi?" 

"Hell yeah, man," Jake answered in his twang. 

"Timothy Sean Whalen! Do you wish to join Theta Chi?" came the question. 

Tim’s deep voice boomed, "Yes!" 

"And finally, Eddie Newman! Do you wish to join Theta Chi?" 

"Yes," he answered, clearly and calmly. 

"Commence initiation," came Dave's voice. 

One brother took each of their arms and held it up to the wall to fasten it to a manacle, while others spread their legs apart and latched their ankles into manacles on the wall. A huge stump of wood, about waist height, was placed directly in front of each pledge, and his big balls placed on top. Tim’s huge gonads seemed to fill the entire surface, they were so large and swollen. A thick steel staple was placed over the base of each set of balls and hammered into the wood, in essence trapping the man’s balls against the tree trunk. The other two men were clearly scared, but Tim was powerfully turned on, and his cock was soon rock hard and dripping copious amounts of precum. 

Before the initiation continued, a naked Josh stepped forward with his measuring tape to again measure the girth of Tim’s titanic testicles. They had swollen hugely from the lack of release, and Josh gasped as he read their new circumference aloud – 28 ¼ inches! That was very nearly the size of Tim’s mammoth upper arm! These were clearly the biggest, beefiest, heaviest, and juiciest balls these men would ever see, and they were all powerfully aroused by Tim’s uber-masculinity. 

"Each pledge will have to endure a ball beating by all 40 members of the Theta Chi house. Each brother will get to deliver one blow with this rubber mallet to the pledge’s bound nuts," Dave instructed them. "If you last long enough," he voice took on a warning tone, "you will have proved yourself as a man, and will be a full brother in the fraternity." 

"Ready, pledges?" he asked them. Tim, Jake, and Eddie all nodded and braced themselves for the first kick. 

Eddie would be the first to undergo the initiation, and he was clearly terrified. Dave struck the first blow, and Eddie yelped in surprise and pain. Tim could see that the rubber of the mallet was soft, and would cause more pain than any real damage, so he knew that Eddie had little to fear about actually losing his balls. But the pain was clearly real, and Eddie fought against his restraints to get free. Another brother went next and struck Eddie’s big balls, then another, and another. By ten blows, Eddie had tears running down his face, and by 20 blows, he was whimpering and begging for them to stop. By 30 blows, Eddie was incoherent, and clearly only half conscious. The final half dozen blows had an amazing effect; though Eddie’s cock was completely flaccid from the pain, the pounding of his nuts was causing them to cough up their contents. Thick slugs of sperm began to burp and ooze from Eddie’s limp cock, pouring out onto the balls themselves as the last blows were dealt to them. 

Though Eddie was barely conscious, he had endured the ball beating, and was now a member of Theta Chi. He was unshackled from the wall and placed in a nearby cot to recuperate. 

Jake was next, and the young blond stud had actually thrown a boner watching his fellow pledge get hammered. It turned out that Jake was into a bit of ball beating himself, and so he endured the abuse far better than Eddie. Though Jake’s cock lost some of its hardness throughout the attack, it never went limp, and at about blow number 22, Jake started to let loose with his own big load, which shot out all over the tree stump and the concrete floor below. Unfortunately for Jake, the hammering continued even after he came, and the next dozen blows were extremely painful for him. By the time it was over, Jake, too, was nearly unconscious, but he had endured and was now part of the fraternity. Jake was removed from his shackles and placed in a cot next to Eddie. 

Finally, it was Tim’s turn. The young muscle stud was so turned on that a large pool of precum had already formed on the tree stump as well as on the floor in front of him. Tim was eager to have his balls beaten, and only wished that they were going to use something bigger than a simple rubber mallet. Heck, the head on the mallet wasn’t even big enough to hit more than one of his nuts at a time! 

As if in answer to his secret wish, Eric took the rubber mallet from Dave and replaced it with something far larger, far heavier, and far more deadly. In the dim light, Tim couldn’t tell at first what the instrument was, but as Dave drew nearer, Tim’s eye bulged out as he saw the huge sledge hammer in Dave’s hands. This tool was obviously used to break up concrete sidewalks and other heavy tasks, for the head of the hammer was larger even than Tim’s special meat tenderizer at home, and looked to weigh a good 50 pounds of pure iron. The handle shaft looked like a baseball bat, only longer and even thicker. Tim’s heart raced as he realized that they would be using this massive sledge hammer on his beefy bull balls. 

Dave said to Tim, “The brothers and I decided that you would have a very special initiation, Tim. One that is appropriate given your massive muscularity, and even more enormous sexual endowment. Our fraternity has long awaited a muscle god of your proportions, and possessing what have to be the largest balls on the planet. So instead of the rubber mallet, you will endure the sledge hammer. And instead of one blow per brother, you will have to endure five. If you can endure all 200 blows with your balls still intact, then you are indeed the muscle god spoken of in prophesy, and we will forever be your servants.” 

With that, Dave raised the hammer up high and, with both hands, brought the cruel mallet head down directly into Tim’s burgeoning bull balls. The hammer head plunged deep into Tim’s beefy balls with a sickening CRUNCH!!!, and a huge gout of precum erupted from his straining cock head. For his part, Tim endured the blow stoically, schooling his features to neutrality, the smallest of grunts escaping his handsome lips. A second blow landed, and then a third, and it was clear to Tim that this punishment was even more brutal than the recent beatings he had been giving his balls with the meat tenderizer. Not only was this mallet bigger and heavier than the one at home, but the brothers were able to wield it two-handed, whereas Tim could only strike one-handed at home. Granted, one of Tim’s arms was far stronger than any pair of arms present in this room, but the brothers still had the benefit of better leverage and a better angle with which to strike his balls. On the fourth blow, Tim, grunted loudly in pain, and on the fifth blow, he groaned. 

Dave was replaced by another brother, who continued the terrific abuse on Tim’s cum bloated and helpless balls. Tim realized that there was no way even his mighty balls could endure 200 blows from the massive sledge hammer, and he eagerly thrust his hips forward with each blow as if to invite the destruction of his awesome manhood. His fantasy was finally going to come true! 

The combination of Tim’s extreme state of arousal, the sheer volume of spunk trapped in his bloated nuts, and the awesome abuse being inflicted on his balls brought Tim to the edge of orgasm quickly. The brothers, who had all heard Eric and Josh’s tale of the size of Tim’s ejaculations, all gathered close as Tm prepared to blow his load, eager to see this awesomely masculine event for themselves. At around blow 20, Tim couldn’t take it any more, and he threw back his head and bellowed in ecstasy/agony. Three days of pent up cum began to gush forth with unrestrained fury, as destructive blows continued to rain down upon his screaming balls. 

So much cum was trapped in Tim’s nuts, however, that instead of the cum coming out in individual blasts, the first 30 seconds of his orgasm was a continuous, pulsating stream of sperm. Tim shot so high into the air that he nearly struck the ceiling beams above him, and he quickly began to drench everything within 10 to 15 feet in front of him, including the brother who had temporarily stopped wailing on his balls to watch the extraordinary, super human ejaculation. But knowing that a ball bashing was even more painful while one was ejaculating, the brother quickly recovered and began pounding Tim’s nuts again. 

One minute passed, then two, and Tim’s orgasm seemed to show no signs of ebbing or slowing. The brothers continued to hand off the sledgehammer and take turns bludgeoning Tim’s bull nuts. Three minutes went by, and then FOUR, and STILL his orgasm raged on! Finally, at four and a half minutes, his titanic salvos of sperm began to get spaced farther and farther apart, but it still took another full minute before the last huge slug erupted from his cock to join its fellows on the cold stone floor. In all, Tim had just shot over 100 blasts of cum, and pumped out nearly two full gallons of spunk! Even Tim himself would not have thought it was possible if he had not seen it with his own eyes! All of his recent ball abuse, plus the past three days of no ejaculations, must have increased his already awesome rate of sperm production. The irony wasn’t lost on Tim that his own efforts to destroy his bull nuts had only served to make them bigger, stronger, and even more hyper virile! 

Another 30 or so blows had fallen while Tim was cumming, so he was one quarter of the way through his ball beating. But already his balls were starting to become mushy, and with each subsequent blow, his nuts were flattened more and more by the gigantic hammerhead. 

Tim’s libido proved to be on overdrive, for a mere two minutes and a dozen blows later, he let loose with his second mighty orgasm, this one almost as large and mighty as the one before. Sperm flew everywhere, and by this time there wasn’t a man in the room who hadn’t been hit by several slugs of Tim’s heady male juices. This second orgasm lasted another five minutes or so, during which time Tim endured another 28 blows, bringing his total to 90 blows. Nearly halfway there, but his balls already felt like jelly, and were becoming seriously bruised and battered looking. 

Perhaps it was the fact that Tim was living out his fantasy of having his balls obliterated by a room full of gorgeous, hunky men, but he hit his third orgasm after only six more blows. The third orgasm was again nearly as massive as those that had come before, such was the quantity of spunk that had built up in his gigantic gonads. Tim was bellowing in deep-throated agony as blow after crushing blow continued to rain down on his steadily weakening nuts, forcing more and more spunk from his bloated balls. 

When the third orgasm finally ended at around blow 125, it took only another three blows before Tim hit orgasm number four. At this point, Tim’s orgasm truly was never ending, for each new blow from the sledgehammer brought an accompanying humongous blast of cum from Tim’s aching cock. 

At the same time, Tim’s behemoth balls were clearly in dire straits. The face of the sledgehammer was now disappearing deep into his ball meat with each blow, and his normally five-inch-thick balls (which were now closer to six inches thick, tremendously swollen with both pent up sperm and from all of the brutal abuse) were being crushed to less than two inches thick with each blow, and were being crushed even further as time went on. 

The scene was simply awesome. Sperm was flying everywhere from Tim’s throbbing and pulsating cock, drenching everything in the room with his male essence. All the men present had cum at least two or three times just witnessing this super stud of a man endure what surely no human being could possibly endure, and STILL pump out the greatest loads of sperm ever seen. 

The brothers wished that the abuse could go on forever, but it was quickly becoming clear that Tim wasn’t going to make it. At 140 blows, his balls were being crushed to less than an inch thick, at 150 blows, only half an inch, and at 160 blows, his balls were being squashed as flat as pancakes. Yet the gargantuan orbs continued somehow to endure, bouncing back to their healthy egg-like shape after every annihilating blow and pumping out a bottomless supply of thick sperm. The sickening CRUNCH!!! of the hammer connecting with Tim’s beefy balls was getting louder with each blow, signifying that significant damage was being done to the young man’s giant testes, but Tim just continued to thrust his hips and buck in his restraints, welcoming an end to his titanic testicles. 

At 170 blows, Tim’s balls were being crushed ridiculously flat with each devastating strike, and each new blow threatened to be the one to emasculate him forever. The balls themselves were dark purple with bruises, and had begun to lose their healthy egg shape. In fact, it was becoming difficult to tell where one ball ended and the other began; they were quickly becoming one amorphous blob of battered nut meat. Even if the brothers ceased their beating now, Tim doubted that his balls would ever be the same. 

By the time the brothers got to 180 blows, they had begun taking bets on which blow would be the one to finally shatter Tim’s big bull nuts. The twin beefy orbs had already endured far more than anyone would have ever guessed, but they were so close to bursting that they couldn’t possibly survive a handful of blows, let alone 20 more. 

But survive they did. As each blow landed, it would squash Tim’s huge testicles nearly flat, crushing them with a terrible crunching sound, and then his balls would bounce back, though not quite to their original shape. No, instead of the rock solid ball flesh of a mere hour ago, Tim’s nutsac now looked like an overfilled water balloon, a gigantic sac of jiggling flesh that seemed to be filled with some heavy, shapeless goo. Some of the men wondered if Tim’s balls were already destroyed, but the fact that he was still pumping out mind-blowing amounts of spunk seemed to indicate to most of them that Tim’s balls were indeed still alive. 

Miraculously, Tim survived 190 blows, and only two brothers were left to go, Josh and Eric. Josh was first. He approached Tim and gently gripped both of his swollen and brutally bruised nuts in his big hands, filling them to overflowing. Josh reveled in the sheer mass and weight of Tim’s gigantic balls, and was infinitely sorry that they would soon be destroyed. But then again, maybe Tim COULD survive. Josh leaned forward and whispered into Tim’s ear. “C'mon, you big bull,” Josh encouraged him. “You can take this! A big stud like you can endure any ball abuse we can dish out! Take it like a man! Take it like the colossus of beef and sex that you are!” 

Tim clenched his jaw in determination and prepared for the next five blows. Though Josh wanted Tim’s gargantuan nuts to survive, he didn’t hold anything back on his blows, and threw all of his considerable strength behind the sledgehammer. One blow, then two. Three blows, and Tim could feel the final resistance in his balls begin to crumble even as they continued to pump out a massive slug of cum on each impact. Four blows. Five. 

Josh stepped aside and relinquished the hammer to Eric. The young Irish muscle stud flexed his 22 ½-inch arms as he gripped the hammer with both hands, a wicked smile playing across his handsome lips. Then he said to Tim, “Your balls will not be able to survive the last five blows, you know. I will see to that. Your prize bull nuts are about to become history! Enjoy these next few loads, as they will be your last, stud!” With that, Eric raised the mallet high, and brought it down with crushing force into Tim’s waiting nuts. 

CRUNCH!!!!!

At first, everyone thought that Tim’s nuts had been destroyed, as they were smashed so flat that the hammer appeared to disappear into the tree trunk itself. Tim bellowed in his greatest agony yet, and a truly monumental gout of sperm shot out of his cock and struck the ceiling full force, splintering into globs of goo that rained down on the assembled and already cum-soaked men. But when Eric raised the hammer, Tim’s nuts were found to still be whole! 

“Is that all you’ve got?!” Tim taunted. “C’mon, muscle boy, show me what you’re really made of! Let my nuts have it! Burst my huge balls wide open! Destroy my huge stud nuts!”

The taunting had the desired effect, making Eric angry so that the next blow fell with even greater force. And STILL failed to bust Tim’s nearly-shattered nuts! With only three blows to go, the brothers realized that Tim’s supremely powerful bull balls might actually survive! 

The next blow struck so hard that splinters actually broke off of the tree stump, but still Tim’s screaming balls somehow endured. The same with the next blow, though his balls were left quivering so hard that their insides must clearly have been reduced to liquid nut guts. Tim’s titanic testicles may have already been mortally wounded at this point, rendered impotent and sterile by all of the terrific abuse, but they had refused to rupture. 

Eric raised the sledgehammer one last time, and with a mighty cry, brought the mallet down into Tim’s nuts, landing the hardest blow to ever strike the young muscle god’s mighty balls. 

A thunderous CRACK!!! could be heard, and the men at first thought that it was the sound of Tim’s balls bursting open. But to the utter amazement of all the men present, the sound was actually the tree trunk splitting in two. As the two halves of the shattered stump fell to either side, Tim’s huge – and INTACT! – bull nuts were freed from the log, and left to wing between Tim’s massive columnar thighs. A final mighty blast of cum erupted from Tim’s tumescent horse cock, catching Eric square in the chest and painting that spectacular expanse of already cum-soaked beef with yet another layer of fresh sperm, and with that, Tim had survived the initiation. 

After a few moments of stunned silence, a huge roar of celebration erupted from the brothers. They had indeed found a super man among men, and someone worthy of their worship and adoration. One by one, the men came forward to kiss and gently caress Tim’s mammoth bull nuggets, clearly the toughest and mightiest balls in the whole world.  Tim was released from his shackles and welcomed as a member of the fraternity, each of the brothers clamoring to hug and kiss the triumphant muscle god. 

At first, Tim was terrifically disappointed that his balls had not been destroyed, and that showed clearly on his stunningly handsome face. Both Josh and Eric recognized this with surprise – they had assumed that castration was merely a fantasy for Tim, and had not realized that he TRULY wanted his nuts destroyed! 

Josh shyly came up to Tim, laid a hand on the huge man’s mammoth shoulder, and said, “You know, Tim, you are the biggest, baddest bull stud ever to walk this earth. And your awesome bull nuts are part of what makes you unique and special. I would be devastated if anything were to ever happen to injure or destroy those beautiful nuts of yours. I would be happy to spend the rest of my life worshipping and abusing those great nuts of yours, not to destroy them, but to continue to push the boundaries of what they can endure.”

“Same here,” said Eric. “I’m looking forward to spending many a session with these gargantuan bull nuts of yours. Hell, I think they’re probably indestructible anyway! Please allow us the privilege and honor of beating on your nuts and helping you reach ever greater levels of endurance and ecstasy.” 

Tears formed in Tim’s beautiful blue eyes as he was embraced by his new family of brothers. He was finally home... 

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And so it was that Tim joined Theta Chi, and ended his obsession with destroying his gigantic bull nuts. That obsession instead changed to a desire to continuously push the boundaries of his balls’ awesome endurance, to make them grow ever stronger, larger, and more virile. 

By the end of his senior year, and with the help of Josh, Eric, and his other frat brothers, Tim succeeded in increasing the natural dangle of his balls to just over 9”, and could stretch them to 14 ½”. Part of their success in this effort was the almost daily stretching of Tim’s enormous balls with larger and larger weights. In time, Tim’s ball cords became so tough and strong that they could support Tim’s own body weight, and he would sometimes spend hours hanging from his own balls. And considering that by the end of college, Tim weighed a whopping 425 pounds of pure muscle, those were enormously strong ball cords indeed!! 

Tim’s nuts also grew over time, swelling well beyond the size of coconuts into the realm of large ripe cantaloupes. His normal nut circumference now exceeded 26 ½ inches, and if he refrained from cumming for three days, they would swell up to over 32 inches in circumference, nearly the size of the young muscle man’s waist! Tim had tried not cumming for more than three days, but that proved to be too dangerous – his balls swelled so large that they threatened to explode simply from excessive internal pressures!  After that near miss, he always made sure that his humongous balls were drained regularly. 

Over time, Tim’s nuts grew even stronger. Tim and his frat brothers eventually invested in a pile driver – the kind of massive, powerful instrument that drives piers and steel beams into the ground at construction sites. The hammer at the top of the machine weighed half a ton, and slammed down with incredible force on anything beneath it. Tim’s balls had become so strong that he would frequently use the pile driver to masturbate. One of his brothers would stretch his balls as far as they would go, tying them off on the pile driver platform. And then he would turn the machine on, and 1,000 pounds of steel would crash again and again into Tim’s herculean bull nuts. The first few times Tim tried this, he very nearly destroyed his nuts. But over time, his gigantic balls could endure more and more, until finally he would turn the machine on for hours, idly crushing his balls and bringing himself to orgasm after orgasm. 

Tim had also discovered another avenue for making money – by selling his sperm at a sperm bank. Due to his extraordinarily high sperm count and supreme genetics, Tim’s sperm was in hot demand all over the country. And since he had a never ending supply of the stuff available, he had a small fortune socked away in the bank by the end of his senior year. Tim didn’t know how many children had already been fathered with his sperm, but he was sure that it must number in the hundreds. 

Tim is now fully comfortable being worshipped and admired, not just by his frat brothers, but by strangers on the street as well. He revels in the reactions that his awesome good looks, phenomenal muscularity, and gargantuan genitals have on people. 

And the most amazing part is, the young man is now only 21, and he’s still growing! Who knows just how beefy he will get, how large his balls will grow, or how long he’ll get them stretched! One thing is for sure – the sky is the limit for this extraordinary muscle hunk!