Redneck Ballbusters - Part 1

Greetings all, and happy May Day!

Apologies for neglecting my blog for the past couple of weeks. I've unfortunately not been terribly motivated these past few months due to the pandemic. It's ironic that I now have a large amount of time on my hands, but very little incentive to write.

That said, I do have five finished stories that I'm going to upload to my blog today, so that should keep the blog going for a few months. And in the meantime, I hope that my mojo will return so that I can continue to keep you all entertained with some brutal ball busting action! :)

This latest series was inspired by a collaboration I did with a longtime friend and ball busting fan. The series is based on a fantasy he had about two real-life redneck brothers who worked out at his gym. I hope you enjoy his fantasy!


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Redneck Ballbusters - Part 1

Based on an original story by an author who’d like to remain anonymous…

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The last clients finally left the gym well past 10 PM, long after the sun had gone down. The lone figure still inside the gym was finally able to start locking up, cleaning the floors and equipment, and otherwise getting the place prepared for the next day. This solitary occupant was a huge man of enormous muscular size named Josh, who worked as both a fitness instructor and a security guard at the gym. The gym was a hardcore and very ‘rough and tumble’ MMA / boxing training center, so Josh spent nearly as much time performing his security guard duties as he did working as a personal trainer! 

Without consciously realizing it, Josh let out a big sigh of relief as the last guest left, for the Redneck Brothers hadn’t shown their faces in the gym the entire day. Since today was the day that the pair were supposedly moving out of town (leaving for at least a year, or so it was said), that meant Josh might finally be safe from the two big ruffians. The two brothers had been long-time gym members, but Josh had caught them smoking weed in the locker room a couple of weeks ago and finally gotten the pair permanently expelled from the gym. The two big lugs had been warned a number of times about various infractions — harassing guests and members of staff, damaging equipment, and otherwise behaving rudely and inappropriately — so it was with some relief that Josh had their memberships revoked. Almost all of the other gym members were vocally unanimous in their support for his decision. Nevertheless, the two big dudes had sworn revenge against the muscular young trainer, promising to beat the shit out of him some day. 

But now it looked like the two rough lads were just full of hot air, as neither of the brothers, nor their even larger and more uncouth redneck of a father, had made an appearance since the two big dudes had been thrown out of the gym for good. Josh felt like he could finally start to relax, and tension that he hadn’t known he’d been holding started to ease its way out of his cannonball-sized shoulders and thickly-muscled back. 

It would have been surprising to any of the other gym members and staff that Josh could even feel the emotion of fear, for Josh was a huge lad in every way, one of the biggest men to ever set foot in the popular local gym. He had a truly massively muscled body that was built and honed by more than a decade of serious dedication to both weight lifting and boxing. His entire body was heavily and massively muscled like that of a bull, packing just over 20 stone — more than 280 pounds!! — of top quality muscle on a broad, powerful frame that was just over 6 feet tall. It was hard to imagine anyone, even a pair of dumb redneck brothers, being brave or stupid enough to pick a fight with someone so obviously strong and powerful as Big Josh. 

Josh had built his utterly massive body with the goals of maximizing his strength, endurance, agility, and speed, for he was an avid boxer and MMA fighter himself. Most opponents took one look at his absolutely massive size and assumed that the huge man was ‘muscle bound’, and thought he would therefore be slow and ponderous in the ring. Nothing could have been further from the truth! Josh was extremely nimble and quick, and had worked hard to combine impressive raw talent and finely-honed skill with his truly phenomenal strength, making him one of the toughest combatants in the entire league! 

One might also assume that a man like Josh, who focused all of his workouts on function, not form, might have a blocky or otherwise unattractive body… but again, nothing could have been further from reality! Josh’s phenomenal physique was absolute masculine perfection, his muscles simultaneously enormously developed and exquisitely proportioned, and so lean, cut, and deeply striated that his gigantic muscles often looked like they were flexing even when they were completely relaxed! The big man never concerned himself with the appearance of his muscles, but he was so genetically gifted that his superbly built and buff body was just naturally beautiful. 

Josh was also extremely handsome in an intensely masculine, square-jawed, rugged sort of way, with short-cropped blond hair and gorgeous green eyes. He exuded a raw and undeniable sex appeal, for he was an alpha stud in every sense of the term, and he turned the heads of women (and more than a few men) everywhere he went. The popular trainer was never short of clients at the gym, either because they wanted to attain some small fraction of Josh’s own extraordinary muscular development, or because they just wanted to have an excuse to be close to and talk with such an incredibly beefy and handsome bull stud. 

The young fitness instructor was understandably cocky and a bit arrogant about his own astounding muscular size and handsome good looks, and he effortlessly commanded attention wherever he went. But what REALLY made Josh a man among men was the extraordinary size of the monstrously humongous bulge nestled between his thickly muscled legs. Josh wasn’t just hung, he was FREAKY big, with a jaw-droppingly oversized set of monster cock and balls. His heavy dick was more than 8 inches long when completely soft and thick as a man’s forearm, and when hard was bigger than three beer cans stacked end-to-end, and topped by a big, bulbous cock head the size of a large, ripe apple. His nuts were even MORE spectacular, if that was even possible, looking like a pair of overlarge grapefruits packed tightly inside a nearly hairless scrotum that looked to be two sizes too small to contain so much thick and bulging nut meat. Though the young man had seen more than his fair share of impressively hung men in his time, no one he’d ever met could truly rival the sheer eye-popping size and awesomely beefy mass of his own gigantic genitals. 

Being hung like some oversized Brahma bull wasn’t always a blessing, however, as Josh could readily attest. Just finding pants, shorts, or even underwear that could accommodate such a fantastically huge package was always a struggle for the big guy, and ever since the age of 14, he’d found that even the baggiest sweat pants available couldn’t completely disguise the titanic, beefy bulge that was packed inside his crotch. 

The attention that he got from his freak-sized pouch wasn’t always positive either. Some people looked away in disgust when they saw the outsized and pornographic mound that was Josh’s package, and others joked behind his back that the big dude must obviously be packing four or five sets of rolled up socks in his shorts to make up for his own masculine inadequacies. Many of his female admirers, when finally seeing Josh naked for the first time, would run away in fear, terrified of either the prospect of being fucked by such a ridiculously long and girthy monster cock, or of being knocked up by the gargantuan cum loads no doubt contained inside of his massive boulder balls. Others couldn’t help but openly stare and drool at the outrageous size of Josh’s limp cock and cum-bloated balls, so clearly outlined against his pants. These latter sorts only saw the young muscle man as some sort of mindless sex object, to be used, enjoyed, and then discarded. All of this negative attention ended up leaving Josh frustrated and alone most of the time, despite the fact that he had a very fluid sexuality and was equally happy having sex with either women or men. Add to that a libido and virility that was every bit as freakishly outsized as his own bovine genitals, and that meant that Josh was both horny and frustrated nearly all the fucking time. 

The worst sort of attention that Josh got, however, was from men who saw the two gigantic globular mounds of the stud’s huge bollocks in his pants and only thought of them as targets to be punished, abused, and even destroyed. These sorts of violent thoughts were harbored by all sorts of men — gay and straight, young and old, muscular and slender, fit and fat — and some few of the bravest of these souls even acted on these brutal impulses. Josh had endured countless low blows to his huge spunk factories his entire life, whether it was at the gym, in the locker room, on the rugby pitch, in the boxing ring, or even just out at the local bar for a drink with friends. Some guys tried to make it look like an accident, flinging out an elbow, a shoulder, or the back of a hand into Josh’s large and unsuspecting nuts. But many others made their intent obvious, especially in the boxing ring or on the field. 

Some guys, especially the roughest lads at the gym, seemed to like nothing more than to try to bring the big jock down and make him suffer by attacking his titanic testicles. They’d throw a punch or a boot into Josh’s freaky-sized balls every chance they could get, and a few of them even secretly took bets on how many low blows it would take to sideline the big muscle bull during a rugby game or a series of fights in the ring. The most violent-minded of them all even wanted to DESTROY that mammoth ballsac for good, either due to lust or jealousy or both, and threw all of their size and strength into their punches and kicks, hoping to break the stud’s huge nuts into useless, bloody chunks. 

Fortunately for Josh, though, his behemoth bollocks were very nearly as tough and strong and durable as the rest of his big, gym-hardened body. Though a blow to his big, bloated boys hurt him just as much as the next guy — more so, in fact, due to the vastly greater number of nerve endings he had packed into those fantastically oversized balls — but he was such a tough bastard that he would just shake off the pain and keep right on going. He’d suffered dozens of low blows and kicks below the belt in a single fight or game, and despite the terrific pain radiating from his bruised and swollen ‘nads, he’d never given up or given in. In fact, he was so proud of how tough his gigantic gonads were that he’d often leave himself wide open for a crotch shot or two, letting some rough lad get his jollies by hitting a big muscle man in the nuts a couple of times, and then prove just how tough he really was by slamming that same lad to the ground and beating the crap out of him. 

Yeah, truth be told, Josh rather got off on having other lads try to maul and abuse his huge nuts. He knew that he was tough enough to handle just about anything another guy could dish out. And the aching pain of a good low blow was so deep and gut wrenching that it actually crossed over the line into pleasure. So much so, in fact, that Josh sometimes fantasized about having his huge bull nuts worked over by a group of rough lads, really messing his balls up something good. He’d frequently squeeze and yank and even punch his own balls during such dark fantasies, making his big fat nuts suffer some of the same agonies that he secretly wished another bloke would inflict on them. He knew that all of this brutal attention to his nuts, both from others and under his own self abuse, had only served to further toughen up his already freakishly solid and durable man orbs, allowing them to endure even GREATER abuses. 

But all of that was different when it came to the Redneck Brothers. From the way that the duo had stared at Josh’s huge nut bulge over the past couple of years, they were obviously in that last category of men, the kind who fantasized about seeing a permanent end to the muscle stud’s magnificent manhood. As a result, Josh had been more than a little nervous around the two brothers. He’d constantly found them stealing hungry glances at this bulging crotch, or speaking quietly to each other in low voices as they motioned to the handsome lad’s big sac. Aaron, the older of the two, had even once told Josh that he wanted to have a crack at the stud’s freaky nuts, saying that he wanted to do some evil nasty shit to them and fuck up his oversized bollocks good and proper. Yeah, even before he’d gotten them kicked out of the club, Josh had always known that these two big roughnecks wanted to do his balls some serious harm. 

Now he could breathe a sigh of relief. Those two big, brutish lads had finally left town today and wouldn’t be back for at least a year. Josh’s freakishly huge bollocks were safe, at least for now. 

Josh set about the various tasks of closing up the gym for the night, turning off the music but leaving the lights on. He went from area to area, putting equipment back in place and turning off the overhead lights. The cardio equipment was first, then the weight machines. Next, Josh cleaned up the boxing ring, where a lot of local roughs trained for the hardcore MMA and boxing tournaments, Josh included. Next was the free weight area. Unlike most gyms, the free weight area was actually the largest single section of the gym, as it attracted the serious meat heads of the area. The gym had dumbbells weighing up to 250 pounds each, and weight plates that went up to 100 pounds. As always, the weight area was a disaster, with free weights strewn all over the place. With a wry smile on his lips, Josh just shook his head and set about putting it all to rights. His phenomenal strength definitely came in handy at times like these, as he was able to toss around weights that most men couldn’t even lift off of the ground, and in no time, he had the weights all sorted and back in their proper places. 

Lastly, Josh entered the locker room to clean up the big mess that the guests usually left behind. Josh always left the locker room for last, as he liked to finish the day with his own shower, washing away all of the sweat and grime of an honest day’s workout, and it was just convenient to finish cleaning the locker room last and then just hop in the shower afterward. In fact, he frequently stripped down to nothing but his meat-choked jock strap when he cleaned the locker room, enjoying catching glimpses of his phenomenal physique and massive crotch bulge in the room’s many mirrors as he mopped the floors and gathered all the dirty towels for the laundry service. 

Tonight, though, some well-meaning member must have turned off the lights on the way out, as the locker room was almost pitch black inside. That didn’t matter much to big Josh, though, as he knew the layout of the whole gym like the back of his huge, muscular, powerful hands. He started across the large room toward the far wall, where the light switches were located, and he began stripping off his sweat-soaked t-shirt as he walked. 

That’s when the other men attacked. 

Nearly blind in the dark, and with the sweaty t-shirt tangling his huge arms over his head, Josh was completely unprepared for the vicious kick that struck him square in his big unprotected nuts. 

Whump

The sweat pants and jock strap did nothing to spare his bollocks from absorbing the full force of the brutal kick, and Josh thought for a brief moment that his mighty bull balls had finally been broken. He reflexively bent double, a loud “OOOMPH!!” sound forced from his big lungs, the shock and pain temporarily taking his breath away. 

Two sets of big hands seized Josh’s wrists from behind, keeping his arms caught above his head, as three more powerful kicks were landed with hellish precision right into the center of the young man’s huge sac. 

Whump Whump Whump

Josh was in a world of pain, and his ferocious strength temporarily left him. He struggled but could only put up weak resistance as his arms were forced behind his back, still tangled in his soaking wet t-shirt, and his wrists quickly bound together with several dozen loops of duct tape. Josh stumbled but did not fall, his powerful legs keeping him upright even though the pain had forced his legs to bow out wide. 

Only then did the lights suddenly come on, revealing Josh’s attackers.