The Break In - Jayse Version

This handsome young punk picks the wrong house to break into. Moral of the story -- don't piss off a bodybuilder who has a castration fetish! ;)

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The Break-In

Based on an original story by Corbin Crow

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“Alright Bill, I’ll see you next week!” I called our cordially to my neighbor as I walked back inside. Finally, we were getting away from work and stress for a week on a much-needed vacation, and Bill had been nice enough to volunteer to water our plants and pick up the mail while we were gone. 

“Who was that?” my wife asked from our living room. 

“Just Bill, honey, hammering out some details for the week,” I replied. 

I suppose I should provide some background about myself. I am a 30 year old man with simple dreams and a simple life. I married my wife Alex about 5 years ago and we are settled quite nicely with our own slice of the American dream — a house, two cars, and plans to raise a big family. We first met on the competition circuit — me as a super heavyweight bodybuilder, Alex as a fitness model — and it was love at first sight. Alex was, and is, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and we hit it off right away. She’s just a few years younger than me, so we had spent the first years of our marriage traveling and playing and otherwise having fun together, but we had recently decided that it was time to start raising a family. So we had booked this weeklong excursion to a tropical paradise, where we would be spending most of our waking moments working on conceiving out first child. 

And with both of us being world class athletes are our absolute physical prime, we’re talking about some epic, marathon, Olympic-level sex! 

We were both very eager and excited for our vacation together and our time away from work. The taxi was coming in just a little while to take us to the airport, so I was just finishing up my packing and selecting which of my skimpy bathing suits I was going to bring when the telephone rang. It was my boss down at the law firm. 

“Dammit!” I cursed after I hung up the call with my boss, roughly tossing my cell phone onto the bed. 

“What is it, Dave?” my wife asked with a concerned voice as she walked into our bedroom. 

“Jonathan wants me to finish the Peterson paperwork because the firm moved the negotiations to Monday!” 

With a sigh, Alex began unzipping her suitcase to unpack. “We can’t refund the plane tickets, but at least we can still cancel our hotel reservations…” 

“Are you kidding me?!” I exclaimed. “Hell no! We are absolutely going on this vacation together!” I gently cradled her face in my big hands as I smiled and said, “I can’t wait to make love with you all week long, and hopefully plant the first of many ‘little Davids’ in that beautiful womb of yours.” 

Alex blushed a little, making her face look even more lovely than ever. One of her delicate but strong hands wandered down to cup my more than ample package through my sweat pants, giving it a firm squeeze that made my whole body shudder as a soft moan escaped my lips. 

“You promise?” she replied, with a sparkle in her brilliant blue eyes and a coy smile on her face. “I’ll been looking forward to riding this beast all week!” 

I grunted as she kept fondling me, my large cock swiftly growing semi hard under her expert touch. With an effort, I gently pulled her hand away from my junk and said, “Tell you what. The Peterson case is just a lot of tedious paperwork, but otherwise a shoe-in for quick settlement, so I’ll just burn the midnight oil and crank it out tonight. You take our flight this afternoon, and I’ll catch the red-eye first thing in the morning and join you.” 

“I can always stay and keep you company,” Alex offered in her most seductive voice, her free hand now reaching down to cup my heavy balls. I had been abstaining from sex and masturbation for an entire week, so my big boys were positively bloated with cum, and her gently squeezing hand made them ache in the most erotic way. I moaned again as she manhandled my cum-laden testicles. 

“The stupid internet ticket says you have to be at the hotel by 8pm or they will charge us for nothing and give away our room,” I said in a somewhat huskier voice, once again disengaging her eager hands from my aching and throbbing genitals. “Besides, I’ll work faster without any distractions, and the thought of us in bathing suits on the beach, making out in the surf, and fucking like bunnies in our hotel room will be the perfect incentive for me to get out of here as quickly as possible.” 

“Alright, my stud husband,” Alex said, a playful and mischievous smile still playing across her beautiful lips as she gave my burgeoning package a few gentle but firm taps. “I just hope that the office realizes what a great and dedicated associate they have in you. I love you,” my wife said as she threw her arms around my thick neck and pulled me down for a long, passionate kiss. 

I waved goodbye to my wife an hour later as she drove off in a taxi to the airport, and I then headed downstairs to the basement office to get working. I knew the task would take me some time, so I got comfortable and dove right in. I worked steadily throughout the remainder of the afternoon, the evening, and well into the night. Around midnight, I was weary but satisfied with my work, and uploaded all of my documents to our company website for my boss to review, and then gave my body a huge stretch in my office chair. 

My flight wasn’t until dawn, so I knew I had some time to kill before catching my plane. I considered taking a brief power nap, but then a sneaky little voice in the back of my head suggested something I hadn’t done in a long time. I used to frequent the Eunuch Archive and Kramtoad websites back before I got married, as I’ve always had a fascination with ball busting and castration. But since getting married, I hadn’t visited either site in a long time. I was busy with work and very happily married, so there hadn’t been much need for action on the side, if you know what I mean. In fact, she not only knew about my fetish, she embraced it. She took great pleasure in abusing my big baby makers, and I took great pride in showing her just how tough and sturdy they really were. 

I figured, what the heck, it’s been a while — why not work out the old pud to some dirty and raunchy fiction. I didn’t intend to cum, but instead just wanted to bring my juices to the boiling point, getting myself all worked up and primed for an epic and glorious week of fucking my beautiful wife. 

A couple of stories later, and my big cock was rock hard and throbbing in my grip as I slowly stroked its entire length. I have been blessed with jumbo-sized genitals, and my package was huge even when soft, a fact that I loved showing off in my skimpy posing briefs during my bodybuilding competitions. I was rather famous for that, in fact! Hard, my cock was a true masterpiece, measuring over ten and a half inches long, with a really big mushroom head and a very thick and girthy shaft. My huge cock was complimented by an equally enormous set of bollocks, a low-slung set of stones that were each the size of a big lemon. Yeah, I’d always been the biggest hung competitor at every bodybuilding competition I’d ever been in, from my teen and collegiate days to the present, and I was very proud of my massive package. 

I’d brought myself to the bring of orgasm half a dozen times already, so long strings of crystal clear precum were oozing out of my cock in long glistening strands, stretching most of the way to the floor. I had fished my big nuts out of my sweat pants as well, so they now hung over the seat of my chair, all hairy and huge and positively throbbing with need. I was slowly building up to what looked like it would be the most wicked case of ‘blue balls’ in my entire life, but I got off on the deep, aching pain in my tough, cum-swollen nuts, so that throbbing ache only turned me on even more. It was getting harder and harder not to take myself over the edge and cum, but I have a very strong will, and so I continued to hold back the ocean of spunk that was sloshing around inside my big nuts. I figured I could probably tease myself with another story or two… 

A sudden crashing sound came from upstairs, sounding like shattering glass, and I instantly stopped pleasuring myself. Now on high alert, I quickly got up from my chair and shoved my still painfully aroused genitals into my sweat pants. I reached for my cell phone, but then recalled that I had left it in the kitchen upstairs, completely out of reach for the moment. I scanned the room for anything that I could use as an improvised weapon, and my eyes stumbled upon my wife’s work purse on her desk. I knew she carried a taser for defense whenever she was downtown, so I grabbed that device out of her purse and kept it ready in my left hand. Then I started to creep upstairs, my sock-clad feet silent on the wooden steps. I could hear the creaking of footsteps upstairs, and I knew without a doubt that I had an intruder in the house! 

The footsteps and other noises seemed to be coming from the den, though I was amazed I could actually hear anything over the thunderous beat of my own heart. I should mention that I was by no means a competent or experienced fighter. With my relatively tall height and enormously muscular build, my huge size had always been enough to intimidate men into not messing with me, and as a result, I’d never actually been in a fight in my entire life! I was cursing that lack of fighting experience now as I reached the top of the stairs, slowly and quietly opened the door, and crept out into our living room. 

The lights were on throughout the house, so there were no shadows to hide in, which I guess was a good thing — the intruder and I would be on a level playing field in that regard, at least. The sounds kept coming from the den, so I cautiously snuck toward that doorway and entered the room. 

I was instantly facing the backside of a hoodie-wearing burglar, who was stooping over my large flatscreen TV, which he had already disconnected from the wall. I knew I had the element of surprise, as he hadn’t noticed me yet, but as I was about to taser him, I noticed an even more inviting target. The guy was crouched down, his sneakered feet planted wide for balance, offering up a perfect opening. I swung a foot between his legs with all of my might, and connected with a soft lump of flesh. My muscles are no mere showpieces, as I am frighteningly strong, so my kick literally launched the burglar up and into the room. From the beefy thwack of impact and the startled, strangled grunt of pain he emitted, I knew I’d hit my target dead center. 

I leapt after the guy, and a split second later had planted the business end of the taser hard up against the side of his neck and pulled the trigger. His entire body convulsed for a couple of seconds, and then he went down like a sack of potatoes, hitting his head hard against the side of the coffee table on his way down. Wasting no time, I grabbed a nearby extension cord and tied the guy’s wrists and ankles together, tight enough that I knew he had no chance of escape. 

I then noticed the large knife that had fallen out of his hand onto the floor, as well as the severed ends of the cables that connected our TV. Damn bastard hadn’t even bothered to disconnect our TV, but instead had cut all of the cables just to save time! That sight made me even angrier than simply having an intruder break into our house! 

I rushed into the kitchen to retrieve my cell phone, preparing to dial ‘911’ for the police. But then I stopped and considered what had just happened. And a tiny voice in my head said, ‘That was a REALLY big package I just kicked…’

Pocketing my phone, I walked back into the den and looked down at my unconscious captive. He was clearly knocked out cold by both the taser strike and the hard blow to his head, so I spun him onto his back to better assess the damage. It was my first chance to get a good look at the guy, and I was surprised at what I saw. He was a young man, probably in his early 20s, and he was devastatingly handsome, like one of those rock-jawed Abercrombie models. His naturally fair skin had a golden tan and his short, light brown hair had pale blond highlights from the sun. Now I consider myself a predominantly heterosexual male, but I had to admit that this bound burglar was one beautiful young man! 

That handsome head was set atop a strong and manly neck, and though I couldn’t immediately make out much of the young man’s body beneath his loose-fitting clothes, he appeared to have a substantial build. He wore a black hoodie and baggy, dark green basketball shorts with white piping. His exposed calves were impressively large and well defined, speaking of a promising build elsewhere. Dark sneakers with quarter cut socks completed his outfit. 

I knelt down and felt the lump forming on the side of his head. He was going to have one hell of a nasty headache when he woke up, but the bump didn’t seem life threatening. I patted him down and found a wallet in his short’s pocket, which I fished out. I found his driver’s license, from which I learned that his first name was Brandon and that he was only 19 years old, even younger than he looked! 

That little sneaky voice returned in the back of my head, this time suggesting that I explore a little further. Over the ever-increasing volume of my heartbeat thumping in my ears, I noticed looking him over had given me a growing erection. I glanced down again at his legs, and noticed that in the patting down process, his loose shorts had ridden up a little, exposing a meaty and impressively muscular set of thighs with a clearly-defined tan line at about mid thigh. In between those big legs rested a polyester-clad mound, bulging obscenely in this position.

Thinking there wouldn’t be any harm, I reached down and started lifting up his hoodie as far as his armpits. My hard cock gave a huge pulse in my sweat pants at what was revealed, for the lad had an absolutely gorgeous torso. He wasn’t anywhere near bodybuilder big yet, but the potential was clearly there, as the kid had amazing genetics. And he was so LEAN! The big muscles of his chest puffed out thick and meaty, and were amazingly rippled and striated even in the lad’s limp and unconscious state. His abdominal muscles formed one of the most perfect 8-packs I’d ever seen, and I’d seen a LOT, with each muscle an exquisitely defined cobblestone, framed by ridiculously shredded oblique and serratus muscles. Damn, with a little training and some hard work, this handsome young hunk could enter the big leagues! I don’t think I’d ever SEEN such raw potential in a young man before! 

Brandon’s beautiful, tanned, unblemished skin was virtually hairless, except for a slender treasure trail of light brown hair that extended from just below his pert little navel down below the waistband of his dark green shorts. That little voice in my head said to keep going, so with my heart pounding even harder than ever, I hooked my fingers over the waistband and started lowering his shorts and boxers at the same time. The first thing that came into view was a tan line matching the ones on his muscular thighs, followed by more white flesh and his astonishingly chiseled Adonis belt, then finally, a small tuft of pale brown pubic hair over the young man’s true treasure. 

Now like I’ve already said, I’m hung big. Huge, in fact! I’ve met very few men who can rival the sheer size and mass of my heavy genitals. But what I saw hanging there loose and limp between Brandon’s muscular legs blew even ME out of the water! 

I was taken aback by the sheer size of his package, overcome by a strange mixture of lust and jealousy, for Brandon put even my manhood to shame. His completely flaccid cock was easily as thick as my own raging boner, and damn near as long. That huge, limp log curved gracefully over the largest set of nuts I’ve seen in my life. Each egg-shaped orb was damn near as big as a ripe grapefruit, and together they hung exceedingly low in the lad’s loose and nearly hairless scrotum. I had heard the term ‘bull balls’ before, and read lots of stories about guys with massive gonads, but I didn’t think it could be true in real life! Reaching for the tape measure I kept in a bureau drawer in the den, I quickly measured his flaccid cock, the backs of my fingers brushing against that warm, soft skin, and I literally gasped when I read the number at the end — an incredible eight and a half inches of luscious, limp cock! 

I stood back for a moment to admire the boy. My god, but he was a handsome and beautifully formed man! The way the thick muscles of his chest flexed and expanded with each breath was glorious, and the way that his surprisingly wide lats tapered down to his narrow, chiseled waist almost brought a tear to my eye. That sneaky little voice returned once more in the back of my head, saying, ‘Isn’t this a perfect setup for a fantasy story? He DID break into your house, after all!’ 

I was unable to bear it any longer, so I knelt down and grasped his low-hanging scrotum in both of my hands. I’ve got large, muscular hands, but Brandon’s balls were so big it took BOTH of my hands to properly hold them, and even then they were so huge that they nearly filled my grip to overflowing! The nutbag was very warm to the touch, the skin surprisingly silky and smooth, and I could feel every detail of the two individual testicles floating around inside — the massive, curved ovals of the gonads themselves, the squishy sac of the epididymus along their backsides, even the thick spermatic cords running from the back of each bollock and disappearing into the base of his muscular crotch. Rolling them around in my hands, I marveled at the great heat coming off of those huge balls, as well as their tremendous weight, for the big balls were even heavier than they looked! Damn, no wonder those huge testicles hung so low in their sac! 

I had always considered myself truly blessed. I’m a very handsome man with phenomenal genetics, monstrous muscles chiseled into aesthetic perfection from countless hours in the gym, and a massive set of cock and balls that would make the most gifted porn stars jealous. But as I rolled around the freakishly oversized baby makers in my hands, I realized that some of the most outrageous stories I had reading the past might actually be true! 

I then turned my attention back to Brandon’s dick. It was epic! The manhandling of his heavy nuts must have aroused the unconscious stud, for his huge cock had significantly thickened and grown, adding about another two inches to its already impressive length. His cock was now bigger than my most raging hardon, but as I grasped the mighty dong in my hands, I realized that the lad wasn’t even half hard yet! I fondled the great spongy mass, bending it around, wiggling it back and forth, nearly bending it in half, squeezing it and rubbing it and otherwise trying to coax it into full life. But I guess that part of the stories wasn’t exactly true — unconscious dicks don’t necessarily rise to the occasion. 

I released the young man’s cock, letting it flop heavily back onto Brandon’s washboard stomach with a beefy smack, and returned to my real interest — the young man’s massive bull nuts. I had never actually held another man’s testicles in my hands before — like I said, I considered myself straight, and the messy adolescent fumbling with other boys in my childhood didn’t count — and holding these two titanic testes in my hands was quite a rush. I decided to increase the pressure of my grip to see what sort of reaction I could get, and the young lad didn’t even flinch. He gave out a slightly heavier breath than before, but gave no other obvious response. Man, that boy was OUT! 

With a renewed courage, I roughly massaged his balls with both hands, feeling the unusual firmness of each as they were lightly compressed. I’d always thought that my own balls were particularly dense and sturdy, but Brandon’s big balls felt like they were made of a hard rubber or a particularly thick clay — they barely even deformed in my hands! And the only real result I got was that of Brandon’s his huge dick would continue to twitch and slowly expand, dribbling out a few drops of clear precum onto the middle of his corrugated belly. 

A quiet rage was building inside of me, possibly because he broke into my house and cut up my TV, or maybe because he was just so damn handsome and hunky, and hung like a horse to boot. Maybe I was just curious to see a young stud cut down in his sexual prime. (Those always were my favorite stories, after all.) Regardless of the reason, I kept increasing the pressure on his balls, resulting in a few more twitches from his cock and a few more dribbles of precum. Soon, I was squeezing his balls with all of my considerable might, grimacing as I threw everything I had into my clutching fists. I’ve got some of the very biggest arms in all of bodybuilding, and they were now flexing to gigantic proportions, bulging and flexing as I tried to crush the lad’s mammoth seed pods with my bare hands. 

After what HAD to be more than five full minutes of unrelenting and merciless squeezing, I finally released my strangle hold on the kid’s huge spuds, panting with the effort and massaging the cramps out of my big, muscular hands. And all that I’d gotten for my struggles were that Brandon’s balls had taken on a rosy pink color, and his cock had finally achieved its full tumescence. With wide eyes and slightly shaking hands, I once again retrieved my tape measure and pressed it against the phenomenal length of that utterly massive cock, and I nearly shot off in my pants when I read the resulting number. 13 and a half inches!! Well over a FOOT of the biggest, thickest, hardest, veiniest man meat I had ever seen!! The lad’s cock was now so hard that the huge, purplish, helmet shaped head was exposed from his fully retracted foreskin, shining and gleaming from the various lights in the den. The massive fuckstick extended more than halfway up the stud’s chiseled abs, hovering about an inch above his corrugated belly and bouncing ever so slightly with each of the lad’s powerful heartbeats. 

I was incensed by how much of a fight Brandon’s balls were putting up, and his now fully engorged cock seemed like it was taunting me, proudly displaying a manhood that was so much bigger and more powerful than my own. There was no WAY that this stud punk’s bull nuts were going to defeat me, especially while he’s unconscious, I reasoned in my head. I decided to change my tactics. I grabbed just his huge, sagging left nut with both of my hands, thumbs in the center, fingers laced around back, and I crushed as hard as I could while pushing straight down with my thumbs. An especially violent twitch of his cock followed, and a small spurt of the thickest, whitest semen I’d ever seen oozed out his huge, flaring cockhead. I guess that part of the stories was true; you really COULD squeeze the cum out of a man’s balls! 

After letting up the pressure for a moment, I went back to full push, again yielding a gooey glob of pure white cum from his bloated dickhead. A few more repetitions, and a sizable pool of his viscous seed had formed on his upper abs. Now I knew I was winning the battle against the lad’s freakishly tough nut, literally squeezing the cum out of him, and that knowledge lent additional strength to my massive arms as I kept on squeezing and squeezing, over and over again. I threw everything I had into my final effort, really drilling my thumbs downward, and was rewarded with a wet crunch accompanied by a hefty spurt of nut butter from his cock. My thumbs had pressed their way into the meat of his testicle as they finally fractured that ridiculously tough outer wall, and as I released my hands, I noticed the teste’s odd, no-longer-quite-oval shape as a warm, pinkish-purple hue began to spread near the center of that fracture. 

“Sweet Jesus!” I exclaimed out loud, shocked, horrified — and powerfully aroused — by what I had just done. 

I reached back and grabbed the damaged testicle, once more feeling its odd shape. It was definitely cracked, and as I firmly kneaded and massaged that massive gonad, I felt it distort much more readily in my hands, giving off soft and sloppy squishing sounds as I tried to rearranged its internal structures with my strong, probing fingers. There was no doubt about it — I had definitely cracked Brandon’s left egg! That said, I hadn’t actually destroyed it. Not yet. The lad’s bloated bollock might need surgery, but it could probably be saved. But only if I stopped mauling it right now. 

My crotch felt wet, and I thought for a moment that I had cum in pants without any external stimulation. But grasping my massive erection proved that wrong. Apparently my dick was enjoying itself immensely, but had by no means spoiled its fun too early. 

Speaking of splooge, I dipped a curious finger into the large, congealed mass of cum pooling on top of Brandon’s upper abs. The warm sludge felt very slippery between my fingers, and unnaturally thick, almost like it had been undiluted with any other seminal fluids. While that was entirely possible, I also considered that the virile young lad just naturally had freakishly thick cum. I mean, it would stand to reason, since he was so gifted in so many other ways — of COURSE he would have cum thicker than any other man’s! 

As I regained my composure, I looked over at his scrotum, clearly bruised, lumpy, and discolored on one side, with a large and shapely egg resting comfortably on the other. Never wanting to leave a job half done, I went right back to work, grasping the other half of Brandon’s mammoth manhood firmly in both hands. This time, I was curious to test the limits of my control. After increasing the pressure up high, I rapidly squeezed and released his ball quickly and hard as possible. Each time I did so, I was awarded with another short, sharp spurt of cum. So much of the thick and gloopy stuff had already collected on the lad’s chiseled belly that it was now starting to overflow to either side of the young man’s cobblestone abs in thick, sluggish rivers. 

I changed my grip, placing my thumbs over the thickest and beefiest part of the lad’s rock solid right nut, and clenched my ferociously strong hands once again. This time, though, I was holding back a small fraction of my strength, while maintaining the ball bursting pressure non stop. I wanted to see just how far I could redline the kid’s undamaged nut, how long I could squeeze it before it cracked, to see just how tough this stud’s nuts really were. 

I was grunting with effort, my knuckles turning white, as I poured more and more of my strength into Brandon’s remaining as yet undamaged ball. The great orb resisted anything more than the slightest distortion at first, but gradually my thumbs began drilling farther and farther into the very heart of the lad’s impossibly bulky nut. But STILL it refused to crack, fighting valiantly to retain its structural integrity even as it compressed more and more in my crushing grip. 

Suddenly, the lad’s gigantic cock began throbbing like a beast possessed, twitching and bobbing and pulsing with wild abandon. Seconds later, the most enormous pulse of splooge rocketed out of its bloated tip, lush with sperm. The huge slug of cum collided with the underside of Brandon’s thick pecs, splattering across their underbellies and coating them in hot, chunky cum. Another massive pulse followed, and another, and another and another, in the single greatest explosion of cum I had ever seen! And I just kept on squeezing and squeezing as more and more cum was forced out of Brandon’s huge balls. I could actually feel his colossal right nut twitching and convulsing in my tightly clenched hands as it pumped out its massive load. 

It took a long time — and easily well over a score of massive cum slugs — before Brandon’s unconscious, hand’s free, nut squeezing orgasm came to an end. I pulsed my clenching hands a few more times, pumping out a few more lessening spurts of nut sludge to pool on the vast morass of creamy white slime painting the lad’s upper belly and the entire underside of his broad and exquisitely chiseled pectoral muscles. Amazingly, the lad’s chest muscles were so thick and beefy that none of the ropes of spume had cleared their undercarriage to lash across his upper pecs, shoulders, or face; those parts of his body were completely devoid of spilled cum, as it had all collected on the completely shellacked lower curvature of those almighty pecs! 

I kept right on squeezing Brandon’s recently depleted ball, however, redlining it on that razor’s edge. I knew that I could release that massive bullock now, and it would remain largely unharmed despite the ordeal it had just suffered. Maybe a little bruised, and certainly hurting like hell for a good long while, but without any permanent damage. But I also knew that if I kept on squeezing, that fantastically huge, tough, and durable bull ball would finally break. 

I hardly even paused to consider my options. 

With a loud bellow of effort, I clenched my huge hands with all of my might, and the horribly warped and distorted bollock could take no more. With an unearthly and sickening crunch, I felt the ball’s tough outer wall crack and give. Only this time, I didn’t stop — I kept right on squeezing, and actually felt the mighty bollock explode within my hands. With its tough super structure fractured, the dense and beefy meat inside the ball couldn’t hope to resist my deadly, clutching fingers, and all of that thick testicular tissue ruptured dramatically and squirted out into the ballsac itself. The lad’s lean, heavily muscled body gave a shudder and a gasp, but that was all, as I felt that huge ball literally disintegrate beneath my fingers. I didn’t stop until I was sure that the delicate interior of his massive ball was utterly pulverized into a soupy mush, sloshing around inside of his scrotum. 

Mad with lust, I looked over at Brandon’s left ball, cracked up still alive and salvageable, and instantly decided that I wouldn’t leave this handsome young muscle punk with even a semblance of a functioning set of nuts between his legs. I scooped up his wounded bollock and sandwiched it between my big paws. The remaining half of the lad’s mighty manhood, including his entire future as an alpha male and potential father, was trapped literally in the palms of my hands. I paused, savoring these last few moments of the gorgeous young man’s spectacular manhood, including all of his vast and still untapped potential. I knew I would remember this evening for the rest of my life. 

With a sudden flexing of my mighty guns, I violently slammed my hands together. Amazingly, Brandon’s last ball held firm for a couple of seconds, putting up one last valiant fight… and then I felt it burst asunder between my hands. I both felt and heard the sharp squick as the fractured testicle instantly lost its lumpy shape as its contents exploded into his baggy sac. 

Over the next few minutes, I sloshed the remains of his shattered manhood around in his loose scrotum, feeling the mush slip around between my fingers. I made sure to crush and pulverize any semi-solid chunk of nut meat that I could find, ensuring that every last vestige of the lad’s once magnificent testicles had been destroyed. Brandon’s huge sac now felt like it was full of shapeless warm oatmeal. 

My cock flared and threatened to either rip open my pants or blown them apart with a torrent of spunk, so I decided it was time to take care of myself. I stood up and took in a full look of Brandon’s his now liquefied testicles and rock hard horse cock, and then I ran to the bathroom, tore open my sweat pants, and began beating my raging ten-inch cock like a recently pubescent teenager. With a grunt and a shudder, I launched into the most powerful orgasm of my life, blasting steaming white cum all over the mirror with such force I could feel it tearing through my urethra. A full week’s worth of cum shot out of my big cock in a dozen or so massive spurts of semen, throbbing so hard that I thought it was going to pull my poor balls inside out. I braced myself on the wall, panting and massaging out the few remaining drops from my trembling cock. The mirror was painted with grotesque spurts of thick cum containing little thick bits of whatnot, slowly dripping down the face of the mirror. It wasn’t nearly as much cum as the inhuman deluge that Brandon had recently pumped out all over his pecs and abs, but it gave the young man a run for his money. And it as easily the biggest cum load of my entire life! 

As my orgasm subsided, the reality of the situation finally dawned on me. 

“What the fuck have I just done?!” I asked my reflection, stained with large streaks of my own semen. The handsome young man I had just brutally castrated still lay in the den, unmoving and heaving in breath, when I returned to inspect the reality of the situation. 

“Shit!” I said, not knowing what to do next. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed am armful of kitchen towels to clean up the mess, and then on a whim grabbed a small Tupperware bowl and a large plastic spoon for good measure. Fortunately for me, the unbelievably copious amount of ejaculate had stayed on Brandon’s chest and upper abs and not dripped onto the floor or squirted up to his sweatshirt. The former stud’s nut sludge had been so fantastically thick that it ran like molasses. I used the plastic spoon to scoop up huge quivering slugs of the spunk, and deposited it inside the plastic bowl. After five or 6 scoops, the bowl was filling up nicely, with what had to be two or three PINTS of the stuff, the lad’s final load as an intact male. I secured the lid on top, and then hurried into the garage, where I had a large deep freezer. I buried the bowl under stacks of frozen fish I had caught on various fishing trips. 

I don’t know what possessed me at that moment, but I think I just wanted to save a souvenir from this hapless burglar, this stunningly handsome young stud of a man who had the misfortune to break into the wrong house. I have since taken that bowl out of the freezer many times to marvel over the sheer insane volume of spunk inside of it, and to happily relive the unmanning of the most bull-hung stud I’d ever seen in my life. I’ve even toyed with the idea of donating some or all of that cum to a sperm bank some day. I rather like the idea of young Brandon fathering perhaps dozens of bull hung sons in the future, all without the poor eunuch’s knowledge. I haven’t done that yet, but I might do it soon… 

After scooping up the vast bulk of Brandon’s mammoth load, I used the kitchen towels to wipe off the rest of the sticky funk, thoroughly cleaning his skin of any remaining vestiges of his spectacular cum load. As I wiped him clean, I was treated to the incredible definition of his impressive and exquisitely proportioned muscles. “What a pity,” I muttered to myself as I cleaned his pecs and belly. “Kid could of had one hell of a future as a fitness model or bodybuilder. Or hell, even as a porn star!” I chuckled a little at my own words, still avoiding some of the reality facing me. I watched his final, titanic boner wither to flaccid (but still awesomely impressive) defeat, and realized that there would be no future at all for this young man. 

After I finished cleaning his skin, I slowly lifted up his shorts and pulled down his sweatshirt. His now liquid-filled scrotum and bulbous limp cock still made a damn impressive bulge in the shorts. I took one last look to admire the entirely gorgeous, masculine, and sexually impressive male before me and enjoyed the irony of his hidden neutering and the future deterioration of all those studly assets he likely held so dear. I then cleaned the spunk off the mirror in my bathroom, threw all of the sperm-covered towels into the downstairs washing machine, collected myself, and then finally dialed 911 on my cell phone. 

“There’s been a break-in here! I’ve apprehended the intruder, but he might be injured — please send an ambulance right away!” I said in the most agitated but collected voice I could muster. 

A few minutes later, I heard sirens coming down my street, followed shortly by a knock at the door. I opened the door to find several police officers and an entire EMT crew waiting for me, so I hurriedly ushered them inside and explained the situation as well as I could. I told the truth, providing every detail… except for my interlude where I fondled, mauled, and finally nutted the handsome young man. 

“…and then I snuck up behind him and tasered him. When he fell, he hit his head, but as he landed I noticed the large knife in his hand and though he might still be conscious and dangerous. So I freaked out and kicked and stomped on him a couple of times to make sure he stayed down. I then realized he was unconscious from either the blows or the knock on the head, or maybe even the taser to the neck, so I took the opportunity to tie him up, regain my composure, and call for the police.” 

“Alright. Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. Lannaghan. We will conduct a full investigation and let you know if and when you need to be in court to testify against him,” said the lead officer. Meanwhile, the EMTs had loaded the still fully unconscious young man onto a stretcher and were wheeling him out of my house. 

An hour or so and some various procedures and forms later, I thanked the officers as they left the house. I still had a few hours before I had to go to the airport, so I ran the washer and dryer, taking care of all of the evidence on the towels. It was going to be a 5 or 6 hour flight, so I figured I could catch up on some sleep during the flight, which is exactly what I did. 

I arrived in our tropical paradise later than morning, reuniting with my beautiful wife, and we had an amazing week-long vacation together. We had some of the best, most energetic, most passionate, most memorable sex of our young lives that week. Alex thought that the drama of our intruder may have lent some risqué flavor to our lovemaking, but little did she know that I was replaying that evening with our young burglar over and over in my mind. The heat and weight of the young man’s humongous bollocks in my hand, and the indescribable feeling of having them burst in my grip. Every time she felt my own seed-heavy nuts, I remembered that young Brandon didn’t have nuts anymore. Every time she fondled and massaged my big, beefy balls, I remembered how much bigger Brandon’s were, and how I had destroyed them with my bare hands. Every time she squeezed or slapped my big, tough testicles around, I remembered how much abuse Brandon’s huge gonads were able to endure before they finally exploded. 

I felt more manly, masculine, and powerful than I’d ever felt in my life, and my orgasms where among the most intense and voluminous ever. Even Alex was impressed by my incredible stamina and output, and I literally filled her gorgeous pussy to overflowing multiple times that week. 

By the time we got home a week later, we were both more in love with the other than ever. We were also sporting impressive new tans, and were more relaxed and content than we could remember. The only thing marring our homecoming was a message waiting for me on our home phone voicemail. It was a message to call back the detective in charge of our case. 

“Hello, this is Mr. Lannaghan calling for Detective Nguyen.” 

“Ah, Mr. Lannaghan. Thank you for calling me back, and I trust you and your wife had a nice vacation despite its rocky start.” 

“Thanks, Detective Nguyen,” I said. “We did indeed have a wonderful time, and we were able to put the unfortunate break in out of our minds. What can I do for you? Is there anything I can do to help with the investigation?” 

“No, Mr. Lannaghan, you’ve already been very helpful. I just wanted to fill you in on the conclusions of our investigation. It appears that the suspect, Brandon McNeil, is a friend of William Parker Jr., your neighbor’s son. Mr. McNeil was home on break from college, and he confessed that he overheard you tell your neighbor that you and your wife would be out of town for a week, and so he assumed your home would be an easy score for some quick cash. His parents and lawyer recommended pleading guilty and confessing everything to avoid the stiff penalties he faced for armed burglary and assault with a deadly weapon. He sure seemed docile and accepting of the offers, too, a little unusual for a young man with no prior charges who is being sentenced to six years in state prison.” 

“Oh, and on a side note,” Detective Nguyen continued, “I thought you should know, while the bump on Mr. McNeils’ head was relatively minor and healed quickly, your defensive blows resulted in serious damage to the young man’s groin. Unfortunately, your actions resulted in the complete ruptures in both of his testicles. The doctors tried to save what they could, but as I understand it, there was nothing left to save, and they were forced to excise the remains of both his testicles.” 

“Oh my god, that’s terrible!” I exclaimed in false surprise and concern, my cock growing hard in my shorts as I imagined the horror the young man experienced when he woke up to find his massive bull balls were completely gone. I also began to imagine what it would be like for a young man that handsome (and gelded) in state prison for six years… and all of the things that the other inmates would likely do to him. “I almost feel sorry for the young man,” I lied. 

“Well, it’s only fitting if you ask me, a punk like that breaking into good people’s homes, brandishing knives,” Detective Nguyen said. “I’m just thankful that our state has such a firm and stringent ‘stand your ground’ law, or else you might have been investigated and brought up on charges as well!” 

“Yes, that certainly is a relief! What a world we live in!” I replied in disbelief. 

“You’re telling me! Well, that’s all I’ve got for you, and I’ll let you know if anything else comes up. You and your wife have a great day,” the detective concluded. 

“Thank you! And you, too, sir!” I said, hanging up the phone. I leaned back in the chair with a wicked grin of satisfaction on my face. 

“What are you so happy about?” Alex asked with a smile as she straddled my waist and wrapped her arms around me. 

“Oh, nothing!” I replied. 

A little over a month later, doctors confirmed the good news that Alex was pregnant with our first baby. A son.