Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories: Redneck Ballbusters

Redneck Ballbusters - Part 5

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

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Again came the insistent banging at the door, accompanied by more loud shouting.

“Who da fuck is THAT?!” said, Seamus, angry to be disturbed in the midst of shocking the sperm right outta Josh’s bloated nutsac.

“Shit, Dad, what’re we gonna do now?” asked Aaron, worry clearly etched on his handsome face.

“Aw fuck it!” responded Jay. “We’re in too far to stop now! Gag the sonuvabitch, and let’s see who’s at the door.”

Aaron dug a random, dirty jockstrap out of the laundry bin and forcibly stuffed it into Josh’s mouth, ignoring the grunts of protest from the struggling muscle bull. The trio then moved to the back door. Jay and Aaron stood to block the view of the locker room beyond, and then Seamus opened the door.

Standing outside the doorway and silhouetted by a street lamp was a truly enormous figure, even bigger than Josh himself! The man had to be nearly six and a half feet tall and a good 23 or 24 stone, and judging from the awesome breadth of his chest and shoulders and the relatively narrow size of his midsection, he looked to be nearly all muscle. The figure easily forced his way past Seamus and stepped into the room, where the lighting revealed the newcomer as Eric, the warehouse manager from next door.

Eric was a truly huge man, one of the very few men who worked out at the gym that were actually bigger than the massive Josh. The muscle giant may have been in his early 40s, but he was still a prime specimen of manhood, his massive body virtually bursting with power. He was famous for throwing about the various crates and boxes in the warehouse with his bare hands, while his employees had to resort to dollies and fork lifts, and that raw power showed through his tight t-shirt and faded blue jeans. While not a particularly handsome man, there was no denying the primal male power and sexuality of the huge man, and even Big Seamus had to struggle to not take an involuntary step back when the mighty giant entered the room.

“Everything okay in here, lads?” Eric said, one bushy eyebrow raised quizzically as he tried to survey the room behind the Redneck Trio.

“Yeah, no problems here,” Jay quickly replied. “We’re just doin’ a bit o’ construction work for the owner after hours. Sorry ‘bout all the noise n’ stuff.”

“Construction work?!?” Eric said with clear skepticism as he chuckled. “Hell, it sounds like you’re castrating a bull in here or something!”

The two brothers exchanged a brief look — Eric had no idea how close to the mark he had struck with his joke.

“Nah, jus’ got a football game playin’ on the radio, is all,” Seamus quickly responded, smiling and chuckling at the huge man’s ‘joke’.

Around that moment, Josh’s grunts and groans became loud enough to be clearly heard even above the conversation. “What the fuck…” Eric said as he looked over the brothers’ shorter heads into the locker room proper. There, he saw a shocking sight — Josh, the biggest trainer at the gym, tied chest down on a bench, naked save for the trainers on his feet, his huge muscles stretched out wide and bound at wrist and ankle. From his vantage point, Eric had a perfect view of Josh’s meaty ass and his thickly muscular legs, as well as an enormous, double-barreled red and purple bag hanging huge and heavy between those shapely, powerful legs. Eric did a double take, shaking his head and blinking his eyes several times as his brain realized what he was seeing — the absolutely most massive ballsac in the world, swollen to such ridiculous dimensions that the vast undersides of the two bollocks were actually lightly brushing the concrete floor below!

“What the FUCK!!” Eric repeated, a little louder this time. “That’s Josh! Why is he tied up to the bench!? Are you fucking TORTURING him!?! And what the fuck have you done to his poor NUTS!?! They’re fuckin’ touching the FLOOR, for fuck’s sake!!!”

“Listen Eric,” stammered Aaron, trying to calm the muscle giant down. “We’re jus’ havin’ a bit o’ fun with the freak. He got us kicked outta the gym for smoking some weed, and we’re jus’ gettin’ a little revenge before leaving town…”

“Get outta my way, you sick bastards!” Eric hollered as he pushed Aaron out of his way. The three Rednecks could only look on in dismay as the huge muscle giant strode purposefully up to the bound bull, who was grunting and pulling at his restraints, deeply relieved at being rescued and desperate to be set free.

Eric knelt down in front of Josh’s big, muscular ass to get a better look at the young man’s thoroughly wrecked and battered nutsac, heedless of the thick and creamy splooge that started to soak through the knees of his jeans. “Good LORD, what have you DONE to the lad?!” he exclaimed, reaching up both hands to gently cup the swollen and puffy orbs, feeling for signs of fractures or other damage. Josh groaned in pain at even this slight touch, for his monstrous testicles were extraordinarily tender after hours of merciless abuse and beatings, and after having pumped out two truly colossal cum loads.

Eric inspected Josh’s mauled and mangled balls for several long moments while the Rednecks watched in nervous silence. Finding no fractures or ruptures in Josh’s monstrously swollen bollocks, Eric released the huge orbs, shot to his feet, and spun around to confront the Redneck family.

“This is WRONG!! This is all WRONG, you sick fucks!!” he thundered.

He then turned on his heel an launched an annihilating kick square into the undercarriage of Josh’s hideously bloated ballsac, his huge work boot crushing the traumatized orbs nearly flat against the underside of the wooden bench.

THUD!!

“THAT is how it’s done!” Eric shouted, a cruel smile playing across his lips. “This lad’s freak-sized bollocks were MADE for wrecking!” he exclaimed as he sent another boot smashing into Josh’s screaming nuts, sending the entire ballsac wildly bouncing about.

THUD!!

The other men were completely shocked by this unexpected turn of events, but none more than Josh himself. His green eyes nearly bugged out of his head, both from surprise and from the unexpected explosion of fresh pain in his crumbling nuts. The brutal kick was so insanely powerful that it would have felled a bull elephant, and Josh’s pain-wracked brain could barely even begin to register the agony before Eric’s big, booted foot shot out again and again and again.

THUD!! THUD!! THUD!!

The look of stunned surprise on the Rednecks’ faces was priceless. Aaron went weak in the knees as he spontaneously spunked his pants, and Jay knew that he wasn’t far behind. “YES!!” the younger Redneck shouted, recovering from his temporary surprise. “YES!!! WRECK those fuckin’ bollocks!! KICK ‘em to death!! CRACK ‘em!! OBLITERATE ‘em!!!”

For his part, Josh could only emit a muffled scream of despair and agony, all hope of rescue instantly crushed as Big Eric continued to hammer his bulging balls with his dirty old work boots.

THUD!! THUD!! THUD!!

The battered sac was bouncing around wildly with each terrific kick, and the lad’s balls were swelling bigger STILL, if that was even possible! The gargantuan nuts were growing so huge and puffy that it was becoming harder to tell one from the other, as they were bloating into one goliath mass of brutalized meat.

An eager Seamus jumped forward and joined the muscular giant, throwing his own steel-toed kicks behind Eric’s devastating boot slams.

THUD!! WHACK!! THUD!! WHACK!!

Josh was in utter shock. One moment, he thought his brutal ordeal was finally over, and the next, it had been sent into overdrive. The hardest kicks yet were now landing in his steadily softening and weakening balls, as both Aaron and Jay joined the two older men in the ball kicking frenzy.

THUD!! WHACK!! STOMP!! SMACK!!

Over and over and over again, the rain of heavy-booted destruction continued to fall upon Josh’s monstrously swollen bollocks, bringing them closer and closer to annihilation. And Josh had never been in such ecstasy in his entire life — even as the unspeakable pain had his entire, muscular body convulsing in wretched agony, he was reaching a nirvana of orgasmic bliss he had never known was possible. It was as if his entire body was in a continuous state of orgasm, and massive globs of spunk kept blasting out of his terminally turgid horse cock with almost every single brutal kick.

THUD!! WHACK!! STOMP!! SMACK!!

It was clear that the four men were not going to stop until Josh’s sac split wide open and his mammoth balls burst apart like overripe, rotten melons. And with hours to go before dawn and the remaining strength and firmness of Josh’s mighty man nuts steadily wearing down, it was equally clear that the four assailants were going to get their wish. One fact was now beyond certain — Josh would not finish this night with even a trace of his fabled manhood intact.

In the deserted alley behind the gym, the muffled sounds of boots striking bloated ball meat could be faintly heard, as could the grunts and groans of the bound muscle bull and the shouts and cheers of his cruel tormentors. But no one was there to hear them, and no one would be there until the daily laundry service showed up at 6 AM to collect the previous day’s dirty towels. There would be no rescue coming from outside the gym.

It was going to be a very long night for the handsome, muscular, and bull-hung personal trainer…