Coach Clayton - Part 3

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Coach Clayton — Part 3

Based on an original story by Sack Stomper

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Alex’s big blue eyes bugged out in genuine, horrified surprise and he let out a low, guttural scream as Coach Clayton slammed his knee into his mounded crotch. Twice. The pained sound was music to Clayton’s ears, though he preferred the tone to be a couple of octaves higher. The tight denim fabric kept everything in place, so Alex’s huge, swollen baby makers had no place to go, and no choice but to absorb the full brunt of both brutal knee thrusts. 

Clayton Brad Clayton had finally had enough of Alex’s teasing ways and getting the short end of their lop-sided relationship. 

Alex tried to double over in pain, but the much larger — and much, much stronger — rugby coach grabbed him under his arms and effortlessly hoisted him upright. Alex was too dazed and too surprised from the unexpected hit to fight back as Clayton dragged him to a nearby bench, roughly throwing the smaller man down on his back once more. 

“Coach…?” Alex croaked out in a meek and confused tone, the first thrill of true fear creeping into his deep voice. 

Despite his huge muscles and cocky swagger, Alex was too submissive to get up or fight back against his trusted and beloved coach, instead laying down on the bench and looking up at Clayton in hurt and confusion. Only a few of their sessions had ever had an encore, and none of them happened after Alex was already dressed and ready to go. Something different was happening today… 

“Coach Clayton! What the hell... OOOF!!” Alex’s questioning was quickly cut off by Clayton’s huge fist slamming into Alex’s muscle-girded gut, the surprise attack knocking the wind out of the handsome young hunk and sending him into a daze. 

That was all the opening Clayton needed. The big man quickly secured Alex’s dangling arms with handcuffs so that they were trapped under the bench and behind his back. Alex’s muscular legs were next, with each ankle secured to a leg of the bench with lengths of tough, nylon rope. Clayton was surprisingly agile and swift, finishing securing the hunky stud just in time as the young jock was starting to recover from the brutal punch to the gut. The handsome young man coughed and immediately tried to stand, only to find that he was now attached to the bench. He could only raise his torso as far as his burly, handcuffed arms would allow, which wasn’t very high. But it was too high for Clayton’s comfort; after all, even tied down, Alex was still a powerful young man, and dangerous when fueled with panic and adrenaline. Coach Clayton smiled to himself as he temporarily left the struggling jock to hunt down more supplies. 

Alex could only struggle helplessly against his firm bonds, the fear growing inside of his big, muscular chest. As he struggled, he realized that his mounding, denim-clad bulge made a huge target for his ball busting coach, and the sudden realization that he was actually defenseless filled Alex with a sense of urgency he’d never before felt in his young life. The locker room was soon filled with the sounds of Alex’s desperate pleas for help and the rattling of his handcuffs, but the only person who could hear it was Clayton. 

The big, burly coach returned a few minutes later with several long, nylon jump ropes, which he used to quickly bind Alex’s muscular upper body to the bench, crisscrossing the ropes across the young man’s magnificent chest and chiseled abs and making sure that the young man had no chance of breaking free. Alex was now firmly tied in place. Clayton looked down at the helpless stud and his cock raged in his damp shorts as he went to fetch more supplies. The waiting felt like hours to Alex who was struggling mightily but was still firmly tied on his back to the bench, legs straddling the bench and spread wide, leaving his crotch totally vulnerable. 

Clayton returned carrying an armload of random items, dropping them into a pile at his feet. The first order of business was taking a dirty jockstrap — perversely, one of Clayton’s own extra large jockstraps, reeking of his own man musk and ball sweat — and stuffing it into Alex’s mouth, followed by an overkill amount of athletic tape over his mouth to keep it in place. Alex’s muffled screams made Clayton’s cock squirt more precum into his soggy shorts, and his mind began to race with all of the ball busting fantasies he’d dreamed about unleashing on the bound and captive muscle hunk.

Coach’s hungry eyes were fixated on the enormous bulge in Alex’s jeans. He balled his muscular hands into huge, hard-knuckled fists and took a boxer’s stance, squatting down slightly for a better angle, while Alex pleaded wordlessly with his eyes, terror and panic visible on his achingly handsome face.

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The big man unleashed a devastating one-two punch directly into Alex’s trapped and defenseless nads, unloading so much power behind the blows that he might as well have been stomping on the lad’s screaming balls. Alex thought the big behemoth of a man had been unleashing his full fury on his beleaguered balls before, but he was mistaken; he now began to learn just how insanely powerful big Brad Clayton truly was as, for the very first time in their four years together, he didn’t hold any of his strength back as he furiously attacked the young man’s nuts. 

The terrible rain of punishing blows continued, while Alex thrashed and bucked and screamed into his dirty gag. His poor battered balls felt like they were about to explode, for they had never suffered such an intense beating in their life, and the young man had the sickening and terrifying realization that Coach Clayton no longer cared if he caused serious and permanent harm to the stud’s massive bollocks. He screamed even harder, desperate for someone to come to his aid, but there was no one to hear him as the murderous barrage of punches continued to hammer at his denim-clad crotch. 

Coach Clayton continued to hammer down his fists with wild abandon, taking out decades of sexual frustration on the greatest object of his desire — Alexander Davidson and his massive bull nuts. The tightness of the young man’s jeans largely prevented the huge orbs from flattening and deforming under the bone-shattering blows, meaning that the ferocious kinetic force behind each mighty punch shuddered like shockwaves through the incredibly dense and beefy testicular tissue, spreading the force of each impact through the entire vast volume of ball meat. The pain was therefore magnified tenfold, and the cocky young college jock was quickly reduced to a sobbing and shrieking mess. 

Both men lost all sense of time — Alex’s mind awash in a world of unending agony, and Clayton’s mind filled with rage and lust. Big Brad kept hammering his fists into Alex’s turgid and tightly-packed balls for so long that his hard knuckles started to become abraded by the denim fabric, and were becoming red and bruised themselves. But he didn’t stop, even as young Alex started fading in and out of consciousness, the pain radiating from his crotch growing too strong for even the punishment-hungry pain pig to endure. For both handsome, beefy, and astonishingly muscular men, their entire world had now narrowed down to the trembling bulge between Alex’s powerful legs. None of his gym-hewn muscles, devastatingly good looks, or well-earned swagger meant anything at that point. 

Big Coach Clayton unleashed one final volley of rapid-fire punches, the gargantuan muscles of his massive arms bulging and flexing to even greater dimensions as he pummeled the very life out of Alex’s humongous balls, and then he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Brad Clayton himself looked utterly magnificent, his massive chest heaving dramatically as he fought to regain his breath, his face flushed with exertion and looking more ruggedly handsome than ever, and the dark sweat stains in his deep armpits and beneath his colossal chest a testament to just how much effort he was throwing into wrecking Alex’s huge nuts and ensuring that the unbearably handsome and hunky jock never again fathered any kids. 

Alex looked far less powerful but no less beautiful, his heartbreakingly handsome face stained with countless tears and looking almost peaceful as he hovered at the brink of unconsciousness, and his gloriously muscular physique securely and tightly bound to the wooden bench. Incredibly, his utterly massive bulge looked none the worse for wear, the tough denim fabric preventing the traumatized testicles from swelling any further, and hiding what must by now be a hideous level of bruising from view. Somehow, Alex’s huge, meaty slab of stud cock had been jostled loose out of the lad’s tight pants some time during the merciless onslaught of punches and had flopped out, naked and huge, to rest vertically along the center of his abs. And incredibly, impossibly, that huge limp member had started to plump and grow once more, though whether because of or despite of the outrageous, inhuman pain thundering through Alex’s bollocks, who could say. Coach Clayton could only watch in amazement as his hammering fists somehow caused that mighty fuck rod to swell and stretch and galvanize and harden once more into a boner of colossal proportions, the plump and throbbing head reaching nearly to the lad’s huge, heaving pecs! 

Clayton rubbed at his own fat cock through his soaked shorts as he admired the incredible sight before him, and contemplated his next move. An evil smile crept across his handsome face, and he stepped up onto the bench, standing at the V between Alex’s massive thighs, the lad’s crotch mound rising like a small mountain before him. Brad was so tall that the large steel horizontal support beam was only about a foot or so above his head. He realized that if he reached up with both hands and pushed against the underside of that beam, he could brace himself and channel even more power into his legs, which he promptly started to do. 

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Alex let out a weak, barely conscious groan, which hardly conveyed the heavy damage Clayton was unleashing on his trapped nutsack as the bigger man started slamming his heel down once more into the young jock’s totally defenseless bulge. Clayton’s braced arms let him take advantage of the steel beam above him, such that these foot stomps were far more powerful and devastating than the ones that had come earlier. 

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Big Brad was steadily murdering Alex’s proud manhood, and the moaning and barely conscious lad was utterly helpless to stop him. Clayton was soon breathing heavily with the effort, the large sweat stains on his tight t-shirt growing and spreading until they were soaking through his entire shirt, and his huge, hard cock bouncing with each brutal stomp as it leaked even more precum into his flooded shorts. After a while, he changed his grip and started pummeling Alex’s bulge from a slight upward angle, sandwiching the lad’s bollocks between his shoe and the stud’s own crotch. 

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Coach Clayton could hardly believe just how extraordinarily tough and resilient Alex’s monstrous bull nuts were proving to be! He had thought that even Alex’s mighty bollocks would have shattered long before now, but those four years of heavy training had clearly paid off some major dividends, as the lad’s beefy balls were indeed proving to be well nigh indestructible. The lad’s extraordinary virility was no doubt taking a serious hit — hell, Coach Clayton wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d rendered the handsome hunk permanently sterile by this point — but there was no denying that his sturdy and stalwart balls were still intact and whole. Clayton was torn between a sense of deep pride in the super human strength of his handsome and hunky proteges’ mammoth gonads, and a growing sense of anger and frustration that he hadn’t yet obliterated the grotesquely oversized sex organs. But both of these sets of emotions only drove the big man to further acts of violence on the valiantly struggling bull balls, stomping them harder than ever before. 

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Alex barely stirred as Clayton finally stepped off the bench and admired his gorgeous, passed out body. Astoundingly, despite the ruinous punishment being handed down onto Alex’s balls and the fact that the handsome stud was basically unconscious, the lad’s mighty stud cock was harder than ever, bloated and distended to ridiculous proportions and straining to what had to now be a full 15 monstrous, beer-can-thick inches of prime stud meat. The big man toyed with the idea of attacking and destroying that massive and magnificent sex organ as well, but he decided against it. On the one hand, the gargantuan phallus was simply too massive, too majestic, too beautifully shaped and formed for the obsessed and lust-struck Coach to want to mangle and destroy. At the same time, the cruel man delighted in the idea of leaving the humongous cock as a constant reminder of just what an extraordinary alpha bull stud Alex had once been, a mammoth, limp, and useless appendage that would never again achieve its current state of gigantic rock hard solidity. 

After a long and lingering look at the impossibly hunky stud splayed out before him, Coach Clayton decided to begin the final phase of the young lad’s torment. He had brought over a collection of kettlebells of various sizes, from small to massive, but in the end he decided to skip all of the small weights and go with the granddaddy of them all, a massive sphere of steel weighing a colossal 100 kilograms, the same weight as a large, full-grown man. Clayton had trained big Alex with this same kettlebell on countless occasions, using the enormous weight to help make the handsome lad as fantastically big and strong as he was today. And now he would use the massive iron sphere to put a permanent end to Alex’s fabled manhood. 

Coach Clayton squatted down and grabbed the large handle on top of the sphere with his right hand, and then with one smooth motion, hauled the huge weight off the floor. The unbelievably strong muscle giant then held the kettlebell straight out in front of him, his gargantuan arm muscles flexing and bulging to even more insane dimensions with the strain of holding such an enormous weight aloft, and he let the deadly weight hover over Alex’s defenseless crotch. Brad held that huge weight aloft for what seemed like a very long time, his big heart pounding with anticipation, but his arm remaining stock still, not even trembling in the slightest despite the immense amount of strength required to keep the kettlebell in that position. 

And then he let it drop. 

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“Mmmmph!”

The sudden, alarming pain caused Alex to spring to life out of his semi blacked-out state. His gorgeous blue eyes flew open wide and he was struggling against his bounds with renewed energy and effort. But unfortunately for Alex, Coach Clayton was especially good at tying knots, and his hunky, muscular form remained securely bound to the bench.

The kettlebell had rolled off of Alex’s crotch and onto the floor with a very loud THUNK. Coach picked up the kettlebell and held it higher this time before letting it go.

“UMMMMMPH!!” 

Alex’s breath burst explosively into the dirty jock in his mouth as the weight landed on his rock hard abs, instantly knocking the wind out of him. Clayton, annoyed at his sloppy aim, picked up the weight and tried again. This time it hit right on target. 

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The bulge in Alex’s jeans visibly flattened on impact, despite the compressing nature of his denim pants, before regaining its double-barreled spherical shape as the great weight rolled off. Clayton wasted no time getting back into position. This time he stood on his tip toes to get as much height as possible and held the weight aloft as Alex pleaded wordlessly with Clayton, tears streaming down his terror-filled eyes as he violently shook his handsome head back and forth. The two locked eyes, and for a moment Alex thought Clayton had a change of heart, a look of deep sadness and tenderness coming over Coach Clayton’s ruggedly handsome features… 

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Alex screamed as the weight landed full force on his nuts, and it felt like his poor, beleaguered balls had just been annihilated. 

Clayton kept this abuse up for nearly an hour, utterly amazed and dumbfounded by the unimaginable toughness and continued resistance of the lad’s bloated, behemoth, and horrifically battered bull balls. It seemed utterly impossible that Alex’s nuts could maintain their structural integrity under such an unprecedented onslaught of brutal abuse, but each time the heavy weight rolled off of his crotch, the lad’s mighty man orbs plumped right back up to the normal shape, just as full and thick and beefy as ever. 

Partway through the attack, Coach Clayton changed up his strategy. Instead of just letting the weight fall, he grasped the massive kettlebell with both hands and brought it plunging down, using his own tremendous strength to cause the deadly sphere to fall even faster and with exponentially greater force. The resulting impacts were nothing short of cataclysmic, and made even worse when Clayton would then press down on the kettlebell with all of his might, grinding the flat, beveled bottom of the huge iron sphere into Alex’s flattened, screaming balls. 

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Alex’s handsome head would rock violently from side to side with each boulder-shattering blow, full-throated screams torn from his powerful lungs, the veins in his bullish neck standing out so big that they looked like they’d burst right out of the skin. Although the inhuman and horrific pain was far beyond his jock brain’s ability to comprehend, the adrenaline rush was keeping Alex from passing out, and he was therefore forcing him to feel and endure every moment of his slow, slow unmanning. 

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Coach Clayton was getting one hell of a workout, his colossally muscular body moving like a well-oiled and tireless machine as he’d lunge upright from a squatting position, raise the massive kettlebell up high with both insanely powerful arms, and then slam that sphere of iron downward with every ounce of force at his disposal. Only his sweat-soaked clothes and flushed, red face revealed just how much effort he was placing into the ball-busting assault, and it was clear that the mighty muscle titan could keep this up all day. 

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The fabric at the front of Alex’s jeans was starting to fray and become abraded by the relentless and merciless barrage of kettlebell blows, but the enormous mound of nuts beneath looked unchanged, just as hale and hearty and whole as ever. The young man’s monster cock also remained as rock hard as ever, the gnarled and tortured veins running up the colossal shaft looking painfully distended, and the apple-sized, purple-hued cock head burping continuous strands of slick precum onto his sweat-drenched maroon t-shirt. The wet cotton fabric clung to Alex like a second skin, making his chiseled, cobblestone abs stick out in deep relief and his gigantic, rope-bound chest to look even more deliciously massive, the hard nubs of his thick nipples looking like they would poke right through the tight material. The handsome young rugby star was a magnificent sight indeed. 

Brad Clayton’s ravenous eyes could not get enough of the sight displayed before him, and he watched with delight as each hammer blow from the iron sphere flattened the swollen bulge in Alex’s jeans as much as the tight denim would allow. 

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Something just wasn’t right, Clayton thought as he replayed the graphic end of some of his favorite ball-busting stories in his head. There was simply no WAY that even Alex’s almighty man nuts couldn’t have burst apart by now, but impossibly, the massive mound in the young man’s jeans told another story. Alex’s titanic testicles were proving to be far harder to crack than Coach Clayton could have ever imagined, and the big muscle titan knew that he’d have to up the ante if he wanted to finish what he’d started. 

Clayton set the enormous kettlebell down on the bench near Alex’s head, the lad’s blue eyes growing wide as the huge weight briefly passed over his handsome face. The big coach ran a hand through the young stud’s sweat-drenched hair, which looked even more sexy all tousled and messy, admiring the athlete’s achingly masculine beauty and devastatingly handsome face. He then gently removed the sports tape over Alex’s lips and fished the dirty jockstrap out of his mouth. 

Alex gasped for air, a look of profound relief washing over his gorgeous features. The ordeal was finally over. 

“Th-thank you, Coach!” the young man stammered, his scream-roughened voice even deeper and sexier than ever. “I’m so very sorry for whatever I did that made you so angry, and I promise that I’ll never do it again. Just please untie me. I wanna go home now.” 

Coach Clayton just ignored the young man’s words, moving his hands down to the straining crotch in Alex’s jeans. The tough denim fabric had actually begun to tear in at least half a dozen places, creating small windows showing the bright white of the young man’s ball-engorged underwear beneath. Despite the numerous tears, however, the tight jeans were still functioning as a form of compression shorts on the lad’s brutalized balls, and the big coach longed to free them from their denim prison. He grabbed at the button fly, the backs of his big knuckles roughly rubbing against the underside of Alex’s gigantic cock shaft in the process, and violently tore it open. 

The enormous double-barreled sphere of Alex’s underwear-clad ballsac tumbled into the open and landed with a loud and beefy THUD onto the wooden bench, looking utterly huge and massive. Alex cried out in fresh agony as over an hour’s worth of abuse caught up to his nearly pulverized gonads, as the massive testicles began to rapidly inflate and swell right before Clayton’s awestruck eyes. The white cotton pouch quickly expanded, the ultra stretchy material straining mightily to contain the two massive orbs within as their puffy tissues swelled with even more fluids. Within less than a minute, the lad’s gigantic orbs swelled so unbelievably huge that they looked like the testes from some great leviathan, more than doubling their original size and mass. Alex’s balls had started the day at the already-incredible size of a pair of oversized grapefruits, but now they had bloated well past the size of coconuts or even ostrich eggs to the stratospheric dimensions of a pair of immensely fat and rotund dinosaur eggs. The humongous huevos were now so monstrously swollen that their vaguely ovoid shapes had nearly disappeared, each mammoth orb becoming almost spherical in shape. 

The pristine white of the cotton fabric contrasted nicely with the dark blue denim of Alex’s pants and the maroon hue of his t-shirt, but Coach Clayton knew that the lily white color concealed a world of damage beneath the thin material. He had no doubt that Alex’s whale-sized bollocks were thoroughly black and blue by now, so heavily bruised that they probably didn’t even look human anymore. 

Coach Clayton used his massive hands to gently scoop up both of Alex’s monstrously swollen nuts, marveling at their utterly gargantuan size and tremendous weight. He fondled those huge bollocks for many long moments, and then used his thick fingers to prod and poke at them, testing the firmness of their tough outer walls and the dense meat beneath them. The big man moaned in erotic delight as his large digits were able to dig into the previously rock-solid tissues like they were tough clay. He was able to plunge his blunt fingers into the reluctantly yielding ball beef almost to his second knuckle, digging and gouging into the straining bollocks while Alex could only cough and groan at the terrible, soul-rending pain inside his now hyper sensitive nuts. 

After Clayton completed his macabre and very thorough examination, he placed one hand palm down onto Alex’s bloated left ball, placed his other hand on top, and then started to lean forward, pressing downward onto the fat orb and compressing it against the hard wooden bench. Alex moaned even louder, his voice taking on an even more urgent tone as his mammoth nut quickly flattened out beneath Coach Clayton’s pressing weight, squashing more and more as the huge man forced the battered bollock to carry more of his weight. The goliath goolie finally compressed down to a tough, rock solid patty barely more than an inch thick, and refused to flatten any further. Clayton gave a few short, sharp pulses with his arms, grunting with the effort as he tried to crack the flattened orb. But despite the big man’s best efforts, Alex’s strong and sturdy nut still refused to break, even after all of the unimaginably brutal abuse it had suffered over the past two and a half hours. 

Big Brad finally lifted his weight off of Alex’s nearly-busted nut, grinning with sick appreciation as the tortured orb quickly plumped back up to its titanic size and nearly spherical shape. He had inflicted unforgettable harm onto his hunky young protege today, an onslaught of brutality orders of magnitude greater than any previous session that the two muscular men had shared. But he wasn’t done yet. 

Alex’s lustrous blue eyes flew open wide as he saw Coach Clayton stand up and once more lift the massive kettlebell off of the bench. He began to babble and plead in terrified desperation, straining even more mightily than ever against his unbreakable restraints. But big Brad Clayton was a man with a mission, and he would not be denied his ultimate prize. 

“PLEASE, COACH!! OH GOD, NO!!! DON’T, PLEASE!!!”

Coach Clayton knew that the hard, lacquered wood of the bench would form the perfect backboard, making his blows even more destructive and effective. 

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“AW FUCK!!! MY BALLS!!!”

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“NO, COACH!! PLEASE!!!”

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“GAAAAAA!!!”

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Clayton used the massive kettlebell like an evil mallet, wailing it again and again and again into Alex’s bloated crotch with deadly precision and truly pulverizing force. 

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Alex’s deep, frantic, throaty, un-muffled screams were like music to Clayton’s ears, serenading the huge man as he plunged the huge weight over and over again into the very heart of the young man’s crumbing manhood. His bellows of agony were like a beautiful ode to his dying nuts, and his cries and screams only spurred Brad to unleash even greater abuse on the lad’s nearly scrambled eggs. 

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Alex’s mighty cannon of a cock suddenly began to pulse and flex with a violent power unlike anything it had done, bloating to truly inhuman dimensions before unleashing a second spontaneous, massive, and utterly unexpected orgasm. 

Colossal ropes of cum jetted out of Alex’s thundering cock with such force that some of the blasts cleared his bound body entirely, loudly and messily splattering along the length of bare bench behind him. Others collided with the heavy overhang of his massive pecs, or slashed and splashed across his beefy neck, his handsome face, and his enormous shoulders. It was a testicle purging of monumental proportions, perhaps even greater than the record-breaking ejaculation the young stud hunk had pumped out earlier that evening, and it raged onward with no end in sight. 

But unlike with the lad’s previous orgasm, big Coach Clayton didn’t even pause in his beyond-brutal assault, and kept right on hammering the enormous kettlebell into Alex’s gigantic, crumbling stones. 

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Alex was screaming and thrashing in unimaginable agony as his mighty 15-inch horse cock kept right on jettisoning salvo after salvo of his titanic cum load. The amount of thick and chunky sperm pumping out of the young man’s mighty loins was simply staggering, and one would have thought that the handsome jock had been saving up his spunk for months, instead of having shot a similarly massive load less than two hours before! The load that Alex had been saving for his hot and sexy girlfriend was instead gushing out like a pulsating fire hose all over his beefy body and the wooden bench. 

Clayton meant to ensure that this was Alex’s last load as an intact male, and he couldn’t help but smile in grim satisfaction that the sexy stud’s final ejaculation was one of truly epic proportions, a fitting swan song for his soon to be annihilated manhood. 

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Even after a full minute, Alex’s gigantic wads of cum were just as lush and powerful as ever. But disturbingly, streaks of pink began to appear in the lad’s blindingly white baby batter, visual evidence of the extreme levels of damage being inflicted upon the delicate inner workings of the hunk’s humongous testicles. It was clear that the long-suffering bollocks were coming to the end of their fabled endurance, and that they couldn’t take much more before bursting apart. If big Brad Clayton wanted to leave Alex with a chance of surviving with even a portion of his manhood intact, he would need to stop his assault now. As in ‘right the fuck now’. 

But Coach Brad Clayton clearly had no intention of stopping. 

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The hunky rugby star was hollering so loud that it seemed the very walls would shake, while Clayton kept right on mercilessly hammering his failing nuts. Alex’s boulder balls were now being crushed almost ridiculously flat with each devastating strike, barely half an inch of brutalized testicular tissue separating the huge, 220-pound metal sphere from the bench with each ruinous blow. Between blows, Alex’s balls struggled to plump back up and regain their previous size, managing to slowly and painfully inflate barely more than halfway before the next devastating strike would fall. The kettlebell was crashing down with such insane force that Clayton could hear faint cracks forming in the thick, solid hardwood of the bench directly beneath Alex’s balls, and even the metal legs of the bench, sunk deep into the concrete below, were starting to crack their foundations and loosen up. The incredible force of the blows was actually traveling THROUGH the young man’s mighty balls into the bench beneath him! Alex had proven that his balls were truly damn near as tough as steel, but they were now entering their final phase, where any blow could be the one to spell disaster. 

And STILL Alex’s monumental and volcanic load thundered onward! 

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It took nearly two entire MINUTES for Alex’s super human ejaculation to ratchet to a close, his monstrously engorged cock shooting out a few steadily diminishing slugs of sperm before shuddering to an end. The muscular lad’s enormous cock remained hard as warm, tempered steel even after his freakishly copious orgasm was complete, the entire shaft looking red and raw from being so hyper inflated for so long, the huge and gnarled veins a dark purple with too much congested blood. The mammoth organ continued to give powerful throbs and pulses, but only a thin gruel of watery spunk drooled out of the gaping tip, his very last fertile sperm cells dripping out to pool on his cum-drenched belly. 

Big Brad paused in his merciless assault on the lad’s huge nuts for a few moments, his breath heaving like he’d just sprinted a marathon, as he gazed down at the ruin of Alexander Davidson. The young college jock was as breathtakingly handsome as ever, perhaps even more so with his gorgeous face a mask of spunk and agony and his big bound muscles bulging and flexing enormously as he weakly struggled against his restraints. The upper half of the lad’s magnificent torso was positively DRENCHED in thick and gloopy spunk, and thick stripes of the gelatinous goo were painted on the bench behind him in a line extending at least another dozen feet. The big, beefy kid had pumped out an astronomical amount of spunk, with what looked to be damn near a gallon of ripe splooge slowly cooling in the warm locker room air. A deeply impressed Coach realized that that single load could have impregnated every single coed on campus, but he smiled cruelly with the knowledge that all of that prime stud spunk had instead been wasted on the men’s locker room floor. 

Alex himself was softly sobbing, his mind awash in a world beyond mortal pain, his tears mixing with the huge slugs of sperm that plastered his super hero handsome face. The agony in his bloated balls was beyond description, a white hot pain like the heart of a nuclear reactor. He now knew for certain that his beloved Coach, the man he’d trusted and idolized for four years, wasn’t going to let him leave here with anything even remotely resembling a pair of functioning nuts between his legs. Hell, for all he knew, his horrifically swollen and battered balls may have been mortally wounded already. A deep sense of hopelessness washed over Alex, draining his last will to fight, and he just cried and trembled and waited for the end. 

Coach Clayton looked down as the gorgeous hunk laid out before him, his hungry eyes zeroing in once more on the utterly mammoth double sphere of man meat encased in the lad’s heroically straining underpants. The big man’s unrequited lust for the impossibly beautiful young man had led them both to this place, and Clayton savored Alex’s final few moments as a man before lifting the gigantic kettlebell once more, taking aim, and hurling it with all of his might into the young man’s nearly ruptured nuts. 

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Alex’s failing nuts were flattening even more with each blow, resembling a pair of huge pancakes. They were also taking longer and longer to plump back up between blows. 

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Coach Clayton could feel that he was hammering the very last bit of strength out of the young man’s ridiculously strong and powerful balls. But still they doggedly endured. 

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Alex’s balls were now being crushed impossibly flat with each blow, the soft and mushy balls bulging dramatically around the invading sphere of iron, and looking like virtually no space separated the kettlebell from the solid wooden bench. How much more could the young man’s wounded and battered bollocks possibly take?! 

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Clayton’s huge 10-inch cock was straining at the confines of his shorts, so engorged and aroused that it actually HURT. He was drunk on the knowledge that he was mauling and mangling perhaps the biggest and toughest set of bollocks in the world, and he knew that at any moment, he would be turning this young alpha male bull stud into a steer, something less than a man, a useless stack of massive muscles with a permanently limp horse dick and no trace of his massive balls. 

CRUUUNCH

CRUUUNCH

The big, beefy coach could tell that the young man’s formerly super dense nuts were getting positively squishy, and that the lad’s big balls didn’t have much more to go. He started hurling the kettlebell downward with his most violently powerful blows yet, determined to finally obliterate Alex’s balls under a final, unimaginably brutal onslaught of blows. 

CRUUUNCH

CRUUUNCH

CRUUUNCH

CRUUUNCH

CRACK

Clayton immediately doubled over, his hands still grasping the kettlebell as his shorts were absolutely flooded with sperm, so much gunk pumping out of his painfully congested balls that he quickly soaked his shorts with his thick cream and had huge slugs of the stuff dripping down both of his gigantic, muscle-bloated legs. Alex’s almighty right bollock, swollen, puffy, and heavily wounded, could finally take no more. On the final blow, the gigantic orb fractured nearly in half, cracking open like some massive egg and starting to spill its beefy contents into the young man’s battered scrotum. 

Alex’s blue eyes flew open in shock and his mouth gaped open, but not a sound escaped his lips. His entire, phenomenally muscular physique was frozen in a rictus of agony, a pain greater than the human mind can comprehend paralyzing the lad’s big, hunky body. 

It took nearly five minutes for Clayton to recover from his mind-bending orgasm. One of the biggest and most powerful ejaculations of his life was still running down his legs in thick, hot rivers, and he was still shuddering with its after effects. But as he gazed down at Alex’s half-ruined nutsac, he realized that his work wasn’t quite finished yet. 

Coach Clayton hefted the massive kettlebell and gently rested it on top of Alex’s still whole left nut, watching in fascination as the 100 kilogram weight quickly compressed the terribly weakened sex organ down to a mere fraction of its normally titanic girth. He let the huge weight rest there for a good long time, reveling in the pain it was causing the handsome young stud, loving the feeling of the collapsing orb yielding under the awful pressure, and toying with the idea of leaving Alex some last faint hope of fatherhood. 

But then he decided against it. 

The big man effortlessly hauled the enormous weight off of Alex’s last intact nut, watching it painfully and slowly plump back up to some semblance of its former shape and size, looking rather lost and forlorn next to its ruptured and permanently flattened twin. Clayton decided that he wanted to even that out. 

The muscular titan lifted the kettlebell high, paused for one last, lingering look at Alex’s half flattened nutsac, and then started unleashing his single greatest barrage of blows yet. The young man was keening in agony as he felt his already fractured right nut continue to crack and crumble under the abuse, the broken halves of his once magnificent organ putting up surprisingly little resistance now that its structural integrity had been sundered and shattered. It took only another dozen or so hammer blows with the huge iron sphere to reduce the lad’s right ball to so much liquified nut guts, every last intact portion of meaty bull testicle blow to smithereens. 

But incredibly, Alex’s lonely left ball somehow impossibly continued to endure, suffering another dozen blows, and then another dozen blow, and then ANOTHER dozen blows, absolutely refusing to burst. An amazed and flabbergasted Brad Clayton was starting to think that the lad’s almighty left nut might indeed be indestructible, and that the ridiculously handsome and built young bull stud might actually survive with one massive testicle intact… 

CRUU-

SPLOTCH

Clayton almost fell to his knees as he came a second time, flooding his already sperm-soaked shorts with even more of his manly essence. On that final, fateful blow, Alex’s left ball didn’t simply crack like its brother before it; instead, it catastrophically exploded. In an instant, the humongous sex gland went from a horribly bruised and swollen — but still intact — orb of goliath proportions, to a soupy mush of shredded man meat. 

Alex let out one last deep, guttural bellow of unimaginable agony and loss, and then finally, mercifully passed out. 

But big Coach Clayton wasn’t done yet. Even as his own beer-can-thick bull cock was belching out an enormous chunky load into this dripping shorts, the huge man continued to pound and hammer Alex’s huge and shapeless nutsac over and over and over again. The continued slamming of the huge iron sphere into the wreckage of the young man’s balls was pure overkill now, for his titanic testicles had already been mutilated beyond recognition or any hope of salvage, but Brad Clayton was lost in a fugue state of lust and fury as he continued to pulverize the cotton-clad pouch of mushy nut meat, reveling in every wet and squishy impact. The muscular titan was roaring like a man possessed, hammering the broken balls so hard that the bench itself began to splinter and crack. 

In contrast to Coach Clayton’s violence and fury, Alex looked almost peaceful as he lay there bound on the wooden bench, his breathing heavy and slow, his eyes closed, his magnificent cock finally starting to grow soft and limp, his final boner slowly dying. Clayton was mildly annoyed that young Alex wouldn’t be awake for the grand finale, but he didn’t much care as he continued to hammer at the shattered and destroyed bull nuts. He knew that any moment now… 

SPLOOOOOSH

Alex’s unconscious body shuddered as his shapeless nutbag, unable to endure the continued assault, explosively ruptured within the pouch of his tighty whities. Enormous wet slugs of pink and gray mush — the remains of the young man’s former testicles — splattered out the sides of the squashed pouch, plastering the stud’s heroically muscular and incredibly shapely thighs with the liquified remains of his formerly epic procreative potential. Even more of the gory wreck began to ooze through the fabric itself, turning the brilliant white into a dingy and soggy pinkish-gray. A few more thunderous blows caused even more testicle slurry to squirt out, until a gooey trail was oozing down both of the lad’s big legs. 

Coach Clayton had known that Alex’s balls were huge, but even he couldn’t believe the sheer obscene size of the mess they made after they’d been destroyed. Sloppy chunks of the lad’s ruined baby makers continued to ooze out of his undershorts and drop with sickening wet splats to the large and growing pool of muck growing on the cold cement floor. 

Finally satisfied with his handiwork, Clayton placed the gore-splattered kettlebell on the bench between Alex’s legs, nestling it up against his crotch, the huge iron sphere making a cruel mockery of the pair of huge and healthy jock nuts that used to reside there. He then casually picked up Alex’s discarded phone, wiped off the thick coating of the lad’s baby gravy, and then used one of the unconscious stud’s limp fingers to unlock it. He then sent out a quick mass text to the rest of the rugby team: 

“Guys, come back to the locker room ASAP! I’ve got a steaming hot surprise for you all!”

Coach Clayton couldn’t help but smirk as he saw a few of the celebrating and carousing players quickly respond, with texts like, “Sure, be right there!” and “What’s up? You finally going to let us make you the star of our circle jerk?” He chuckled as he tossed the phone onto Alex’s sperm-coated chest, taking another last lingering look at the desexed rugby star before turning on his heels and leaving. He didn’t even glance back as he picked up the duffel bag he already had waiting in his office, and then walked out to his car. 

The big muscle man must have looked quite the sight, his entire body dripping with sweat, his shirt and shorts plastered to his skin, and enormous amounts of chunky white splooge oozing down his colossally muscular legs. But no one was there to see him as he walked to his car, for everyone else had long since left the stadium to celebrate the rugby team’s incredible victory. 

Big Brad Clayton tossed his duffel bag onto his passenger seat and then got in his car. The back seats and trunk were already packed, so he started up the engine and started driving out of town. As the last sights of State University faded in his rear view mirror, he merged onto the nearby highway, one big hand on his steering wheel, and the other in his sperm-flooded shorts.