Student Residence, Part 2 — Balloons
Based on an original story by Bignuts
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The first few days at the university weren’t exactly what Gavin had imagined they would be. His earlier eagerness to embrace college life had been tempered by his first encounter with the cruel Wyatt and his massively muscular lapdog, Hugo. The pair of bullies had left Gavin’s huge balls bruised, battered, massively swollen, and damn near shattered. The handsome young jock had been using a lot of ice packs and Advil the first few days, and just finding a set of pants baggy enough to accommodate his swollen testes had been a challenge, but he’d managed to make all of his classes. The worst of the swelling had disappeared in just a couple of days, though, and even most of the bruising had largely disappeared with remarkable quickness by the end of the week, leaving his herculean huevos looking almost normal again.
Paul, the third year medical student who had helped Gavin out on that fateful Sunday, stopped by every day to check on the young man’s progress and to examine his rapidly healing testicles, marveling at the speed of their recovery. The two were fast becoming friends. Paul had told Gavin early on that he was gay, and even admitted his attraction to the devastatingly handsome and amazingly muscular young athlete, but the heterosexual Gavin took it in stride, expressing how flattered he was that the handsome Paul felt that sort of attraction to him. With that all out in the open, the two were free to bond and become the best of friends.
It was now early on Saturday morning, not quite a week since Gavin’s nuts had been so heavily beaten by his two assailants, and the dark-haired young stud woke up to the sound of gentle but insistent knocking at his door. The impressively muscular young man stretched languorously on his bed, his magnificent muscles flexing and bulging into even greater relief, before he gingerly rolled out of bed. His wonderfully prodigious testicles had still not recovered 100%, and they still ached a little when he walked, but it was tolerable now. In fact, he was feeling positively horny, as he hadn’t jerked off now in over a week, an almost unheard of length of time for the ever randy and extremely virile young stud, and his huge balls were feeling positively turgid with unshed spunk.
Gavin was wearing nothing but his tight, light gray boxer briefs, which hugged his powerful thighs and big, muscular ass like a second skin, and did nothing to hide the sheer massive size of his limp 8-inch cock and grapefruit-sized balls. The young man rubbed the sleep from his heavy-lidded green eyes before he answered the door, finding a surprised Paul on the other side.
Paul couldn’t help but look his nearly naked and impossibly sexy friend up and down, unconsciously biting his lower lip as he did so. Simply put, Gavin had the most perfect body that the young gay medical student could ever dream of — wide and muscular shoulders framing a thick and beefy chest, tapering down in a dramatic V to an extremely narrow and chiseled waist, with the most exquisitely defined abdominal muscles he’d ever seen. The deeply etched cum gutters of his Adonis belt disappeared beneath the waistband of his tight gray undershorts, which only seemed to accentuate the thick tube of his huge soft cock and the enormous double-barreled bulge of his utterly mammoth testicles. The young man’s legs were just as big and chiseled and defined as the rest of his glorious body, bursting with raw male power. Add to that the devastatingly handsome face set atop that thick and bullish neck, and Gavin was Paul’s greatest fantasy come to life! He also happened to be sweet, kind, smart, funny, and a great listener — it was no surprise that Paul was falling helplessly in love with the gorgeous straight jock.
“I was just swinging by to ask you how you’re doing, but I can see that… well, you’re clearly doing very well!” Paul chuckled, motioning down at Gavin’s overstuffed underpants, which bulged obscenely with the young man’s raw, virile power. “I also want to see if you’d be willing to give me a hand setting up the decorations in the basement for tonight’s party.”
“Sure, Paul! I’d be glad to help!” Gavin grinned in response. “But first let me put on some clothes so you don’t become TOO distracted.” Gavin winked at his blushing but smiling friend, knowing full well the effect that his finely-tuned, gym-hardened body had on the handsome and helplessly smitten medical student. And just to playfully tease his friend even more, Gavin started by bending over and putting on some socks, showing off his magnificent, cotton-clad muscle ass, before putting on a tight t-shirt. He was in no rush to put on any pants, knowing that the mammoth size of his crotch bulge would continue to distract his friend to no end.
“C’mon, Gavin!” Paul finally begged, unable to take it any longer, a look of near pain in his soulful brown eyes. “Would you put on some pants, for chrissakes? Please?!”
Gavin chuckled in response. “Okay. Okay!” he said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but tease you a little bit. You DID wake me up, after all!”
The two friends smiled at each other and exchanged a quick hug as Gavin finished getting dressed, throwing on a loose pair of sweat shorts and some sneakers, and then the two entered the hallway outside. There was activity everywhere, as the young male residents of the dorm worked to get ready for the big ‘Back to School’ party. Guys were tacking posters on the walls, hanging balloons and streamers from the ceiling, and bringing in boxes of food and drink for the night’s festivities. Gavin volunteered to carry some heavy boxes of drinks downstairs to the rec room, putting his gorgeous body and impressive strength to good use, while Paul and most of the other guys set to work on decorating the exterior of the large brick building.
Gavin was able to easily carry two big boxes as a time, one stacked atop the other, whereas any of the other lads would have struggled to lift just one of those heavy boxes. His powerful arms flexed mightily with the effort, making it look easy. He made several trips out front to gather up the various boxes and crates, and soon he had all of the boxes stacked in the recreation room. On his final trip to the rec room, however, the otherwise empty room was now occupied by none other than his nemesis, Wyatt. Gavin had been intentionally avoiding Wyatt and his sidekick Hugo since last Sunday, so this was the first time he’d been alone with either one of them. But Gavin chose to just ignore the wiry blond lad, and instead started unpacking some of the boxes and putting the drinks into one of the large refrigerators.
Wyatt was on the far side of the room, reluctantly hanging up posters with more thumb tacks, but he just couldn’t take his cold brown eyes off of the handsome young jock. He had hated the dark-haired hunk from the moment he first saw him, for he was everything that Wyatt was not — tall, handsome, muscular, and hung. And here he was, showing off all of those gorgeous muscles in his tight shirt and short booty shorts, which also showcased his massive sexual endowment to great effect. Wyatt absentmindedly adjusted his own package as he gazed upon the obvious outline of Gavin’s mammoth cock and balls. The blond-haired lad was pleasantly average in the crotch department, but seeing a guy like Gavin with such a clearly superior manhood made Wyatt’s blood boil.
Distracted, Wyatt accidentally pressed a thumb tack into one of the balloons on the wall, instantly popping it with a loud bang. Gavin tensed at the sound, but refused to look Wyatt’s way, doing his level-headed best to ignore the smaller man. The envious Wyatt just kept staring at Gavin’s huge basket, in particular focusing on those two gigantic eggs compressed and compacted inside of his underwear. Two massive, oval orbs, almost resembling balloons themselves…
Gavin finished emptying his latest box of bottles and was turning to open up a new box when he suddenly collided with the shorter and smaller Wyatt, who was standing motionless right behind him. The young dark-haired jock was taken completely by surprise, for he hadn’t even heard Wyatt sneak up on him. And before the bigger guy could react, Wyatt reached down, grabbed the waistband of Gavin’s shorts and underwear, yanked them as far forward as he could, and then emptied the entire box of thumbtacks into the young man’s open undershorts. Hundreds of metal tacks fell to the bottom of the pouch, their sharp and jagged points lightly poking at the young man’s utterly massive cock and balls.
The green-eyed stud didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Wyatt released his shorts and then slammed his bony knee up hard into the handsome man’s massive package.
WHAM
Wyatt could feel Gavin’s unbelievably huge, juicy balls compress almost halfway flat between his leg and the young man’s own pelvis. The skinny blond felt a dozen or so thumbtacks dig through the big man’s shorts and his own jeans to dig into his knee and thigh, but he didn’t care, for the look of anguish on Gavin’s irritatingly handsome face was priceless and more than worth the cost of a little pain.
“OOOOOOOooohh!!!” Gavin said explosively as the wind was all but knocked out of him, and a burst of indescribable pain thundered between his muscular legs. Not only had his still aching bollocks been brutally and violently crushed almost halfway flat by Wyatt’s knee, but the blow had driven literally hundreds of sharp spikes into his cock and screaming gonads.
Gavin doubled partway forward in agony, green eyes opened wide in shock and surprise, temporarily paralyzed by the horrific pain in his crotch, and was therefore unable to defend himself as Wyatt launched a rapid set of three more powerful knee strikes into his already wounded gonads.
WHAM
WHAM
WHAM
“GAAAAAAAHHH!!!” Gavin screamed as he fell heavily to his knees, his powerful legs no longer able to support him, feeling even more tacks drive themselves into his bruised and battered nut meat.
“Please tell me I popped at least ONE of those huge balloons!” Wyatt taunted angrily from a few feet away, getting ready to continue his attack on the wounded jock. But he didn’t count on just how ferociously strong and tough Gavin was, for the beefy lad recovered from the devastating blows, reared back on his knees, and launched a devastating punch… directly into Wyatt’s own unprotected nuts.
Wyatt shrieked in agony and instantly collapsed to the floor, writhing around as he cradled his wounded nads with both hands. Gavin laboriously climbed to his feet, his powerful legs spread wide apart to minimize any further damage to his manhood, and then quickly and carefully shucked off his shorts and underpants, spilling dozens and dozens of shiny thumbtacks across the floor. What he saw made his chiseled stomach roil, and greatly intensified the already crippling pain that was shooting through his loins.
All things considered, there was surprisingly little blood. The limp shaft of Gavin’s enormous cock had been punctured by perhaps a dozen or so tacks, with nearly that same number piercing through his foreskin to imbed themselves into his big knob of a cock head. But that damage was nothing compared to what had happened to his ponderous balls. The front, sides, and especially the great undercarriage of his mammoth bollocks had been pierced by what looked to be several hundred of the sharp brass tacks, all of which had been buried to the hilt. And considering that the sharp points of the thumbtacks were nearly half an inch long, that meant that the spikes had penetrated the skin of his scrotum, the protective membranes and fibrous shells surrounding both of his huge balls, and buried themselves into the exquisitely sensitive fertile tissues themselves.
Despite the excruciating pain in his spiked bollocks, a fury erupted in Gavin’s proud and powerful chest, and the half-naked muscle stud leapt on top of the still writhing Wyatt, straddling his much smaller body and effortlessly pinning him to the ground. The furious young jock started hammering blows down upon the helpless Wyatt, clobbering the smaller man around the face and chest, quickly bloodying his nose and splitting the bully’s lip. But he was only just getting started when he felt a pair of massively muscular arms encircle his heaving torso in a powerful bear hug and rip him off of his target. Hugo had come to Wyatt’s rescue, and the blond giant quickly hoisted the 250-pound jock into the air like he weighed nothing and then slammed him into the nearby wall, holding the handsome hunk pressed chest-first against the wall.
Wyatt spat out a bit of blood from his split lip as he got shakily to his feet. His nose was bleeding freely and the beginnings of a black eye were already starting to form, and his quivering legs were still spread wide due to the pulsating pain emanating from his crotch. But it was the look of fury and murder in Wyatt’s soulless eyes that made Gavin’s blood run cold with fear.
The dark-haired jock started struggling wildly, but the massive Hugo kept him firmly pinned to the wall. The blond giant kicked Gavin’s naked legs wide apart and then motioned to Wyatt.
“I got him all set up for you, boss. Go ahead and give him a good kick in the balls,” Hugo encouraged his angry friend, nodding toward the stud’s absolutely enormous testicles where they hung unprotected and helpless against the wall. Portions of Gavin’s balls almost looked like they were armor plated, so dense were the flat brass heads of the tacks where they were buried into his tender flesh. But all three of the young men knew that those metal tacks would offer absolutely no defense against any blow.
Wyatt angrily wiped some of the blood from his face with the back of his wrist, only succeeding in smearing more of the crimson fluid across the lower half of his face. He then took a stance in front of Gavin’s trapped form and launched a kick with all of the jealous fury inside of him.
PLOOF
Gavin screamed in agony as his pincushioned balls were crushed against the wall by the toe of Wyatt’s shoe. The terrific force of the blow was enough to once again nearly knock the wind out of the young man’s powerful lungs, but even worse was the way the kick caused the hundreds of thumb tacks to dig and gouge deeper inside the delicate tissues of his massive bollocks.
PLOOOF
The second impact was even harder, barely allowing the huge and durable organs time to recover their shape before a third and even harder kick slammed into them.
PLOOOOF
Gavin’s big balls were reduced to a fraction of their original beefy thickness, crushed dangerously flat between the rigid sole of Wyatt’s shoe and the unyielding wall. The young man was bellowing and thrashing like a man possessed, but even his immense strength wasn’t nearly enough to free him from the iron grip of the big blond giant.
PLOOOOOF
The handsome young man was now sobbing in agony, the inferno of pain erupting from his battered bollocks warning him that his huge balls weren’t going to be able to last much longer without bursting.
Wyatt was lining up for a fifth kick, clearly intending to massacre Gavin’s manhood into nonexistence, when he noticed the dart board less than a dozen feet away.
“I have a better idea that will teach this bull balled bastard a lesson,” Wyatt snarled. He limped over to the dart board and yanked nearly a dozen of the colorfully fletched darts off of the circular board. Then, while Hugo kept the struggling and sobbing Gavin pressed tight against the wall, Wyatt knelt down between their wide spread, muscular legs and encircled his left hand around the top of the dark-haired jock’s bruised, punctured, and rapidly swelling balls. Gavin’s entire body shuddered with fear and disgust at the touch of his bully’s hand on his most private and delicate parts, and he cried out in even greater fear and pain as he felt the wiry blond bully yank his throbbing testicles toward the floor.
Wyatt had Gavin’s utterly humongous balls stretched a full 6 incredible inches from his etched and muscular groin, making the orbs themselves bulge bright red and shiny at the extreme bottom of their pouch. Some of the thumb tacks had been knocked loose by the multiple kicks, and tiny pinpricks of blood welled up from where those tacks had punctured Gavin’s testicular flesh, but the rest remained buried to the hilt inside of his bollocks. Wyatt used his free right hand to grab the first of the sharp-pointed darts off the floor, and with a careful aim, slammed it to the hilt right at the base of Gavin’s stretched-out scrotum, literally pinning his sac to the wall.
“GAAAAAAAAHHH!!!” Gavin screamed in shock and pain as he felt the slender spear puncture clear through his nutsac. His struggles became even more violent and desperate, but the insanely strong Hugo was able to keep him completely restrained and helpless.
“These ridiculously massive bull balls of yours are utterly disgusting,” Wyatt said as he took aim and slammed another dart through Gavin’s ballsac and into the wall, about an inch below the first dart.
“AAAARGH!!!”
“They don’t even look human!” Wyatt continued, slamming a third dart home an inch below the second one.
“AAAAIIEEE!!!”
“No man should have a set of testicles so freakishly huge,” Wyatt intoned, thrusting a fourth dart home in line below the first three.
“NOOO!!!” Gavin screamed, scrabbling uselessly at the wall while Hugo pinned him in place.
“You really don’t deserve them,” Wyatt said as he speared Gavin’s nutsac for the fifth time.
“PLEASE!!!” the devastatingly handsome young man screeched, begging his captors for mercy.
“So I think we’re gonna have to cut them off of you!” the wiry blond bully sneered as he slammed a sixth dart home, right at the top of his balls, further pinning Gavin’s stretched-out nutsac to the wall.
“NOOOOOO!!!” Gavin bellowed, terrified that the two cruel men intended to unman him.
Wyatt got to his feet to survey his handiwork, and he smiled malevolently at the sight, the blood smeared across his face making his rictus of a smile look even more frightening. Gavin’s outrageously stretched-out scrotum looked like one of those insects he’d seen displayed beneath glass back in high school science class, with pins holding the creature’s body and wings in place. The vertical line of six darts was keeping Gavin’s behemoth bollocks simultaneously both stretched to the max and harpooned against the wall. Hugo was still firmly holding the struggling young jock in place, but he noticed that Gavin wasn’t thrashing about nearly as hard as before, clearly now aware that his more violent struggles could further injure his big balls, and perhaps even tear his mammoth nutsac right off of his body!
The wiry blond bully’s cruel brown eyes then traveled lower to the very bottom of that ridiculously stretched out ball bag, marveling at the utterly gigantic size of the two mammoth sex organs that ballooned outward at the very bottom of that sac. Gavin’s bountiful bollocks had once again swollen to massive proportions from their recent beating, leaving their normally grapefruit-sized mass far behind. Fresh bruising was spreading all over their enormous and rotund surfaces, a mottled purplish-red that spoke to just how devastating that series of brutal kicks had been. Something like 200 brass thumb tacks were still buried deep into all of that freakishly thick and dense nut meat, especially along the undersides of the two mammoth orbs, but the vast bulk of their mass was still smooth and clear, an inviting canvas for even more abuse.
Wyatt still had half a dozen darts clutched in his left fist, and a cruel smile curled his thin lips as he grabbed the first of those darts in his right hand, took careful aim, and launched it with an expert flick of his elbow and wrist at Gavin’s bulbous and swollen right nut.
THUNK
Gavin screamed in animal agony, his entire muscular body arching backwards as the slender, three-inch-long spike speared into his right bollock all the way to the hilt, the sharp metal tip penetrating into the very heart of the young stud’s tortured manhood.
“Good shot, Wyatt!” Hugo congratulated his friend, his deep voice rumbling out of his massive chest. “But the dude’s left ball looks so lonely. Maybe you can give it some company?”
Wyatt snickered in response and said, “I think you’re right, Hugo! Besides, I’m rather hoping that one of these darts will burst his oversized balloons.”
THUNK
A second hurled dart imbedded itself into Gavin’s humongous left ball, tearing another ragged scream from the handsome stud’s muscular and bull-like throat.
THUNK
THUNK
THUNK
THUNK
Four more darts quickly followed, their aim unerring and true, harpooning themselves into Gavin’s hideously bruised and swollen man eggs, with three long darts now imbedded into each of his massive balls. Blood trickled from each of the entry wounds, though again less than one might have expected, with small drops of crimson blood starting to drip onto the pale tiled floor.
“I think it’s time we nut this fucker as an example to the others,” Wyatt said as he slowly drew a long and shiny knife out of a sheath hidden in his back pocket. Gavin’s gorgeous green eyes flew open wide at the sight of the deadly blade, and he started fighting even more ferociously than ever against Hugo’s tight grip, heedless of the additional strain his struggles were placing on his extraordinarily stretched out nuts. He saw his castration clearly written in Wyatt’s cold and pitiless eyes, and he knew that unless he freed himself, he was only moments away from losing his gorgeous and prodigious manhood forever.
Wyatt once more knelt between Gavin’s wide spread and intensely muscular legs, ogling the ridiculously elongated nutsac with its massive, weighty contents, and his cruel smile spread even wider, making his split lip leak fresh blood. He slipped his shiny, sharp knife up near the root of the handsome stud’s sac, right where it connected to his chiseled and muscular groin, and prepared to make the sharp swipe of the blade that would end Gavin’s magnificent manhood forever.
Just then, the pair of bullies heard the sound of loud voices coming down the hallway toward the rec room. Hugo quickly said, “Leave him, Wyatt. He’s had enough for now. We can always finish him later.”
Yet Wyatt still paused for another moment or two, bloodlust shining in his soulless eyes, but he finally grunted in frustration, removing his knife from its threatening position between Gavin’s wide spread legs. He sheathed his knife, and the two bullies beat a quick exit out of the room, just moments before a small group of boys entered the room from the far doorway, Paul among them. They cried out in horror and surprise to see the handsome and heroically muscular young Freshman literally nailed to the wall by a dozen sharp darts, and they all rushed forward to help him.
Gavin’s muscular and chiseled legs were quaking from the inhuman pain throbbing from his pincushioned bollocks, but he was afraid that if his legs gave out, he’d tear his own balls off and finish the work that Wyatt and Hugo had started. A couple of the other boys rushed forward to help support him while Paul knelt down to inspect the latest damage to the young college hunk’s gigantic balls.
“Dear GOD!” Paul whispered beneath his breath as he surveyed the bruising, bleeding, and swelling. Turning to one of the anxious lads next to him, Paul said, “Get me some clean towels from the cupboard and an ice pack. Oh, and grab the first aid kit from next to the refrigerator.” The lad hurried off to comply, while Paul debated on where to start first.
He placed one of his hands on the back of one of Gavin’s rock solid, carved-out-of-granite thighs and said, “Gavin, I’m going to pull the darts out of your balls first, and then the ones pinning your sac to the wall. Just do your best to try to hold still until they’re all out, okay? I’ll try to go as quickly as I can.”
Gavin nodded his head and grunted in the affirmative, sweat pouring off of his brow and his spectacular body as he struggled to stay upright.
“Here goes…,” Paul said as he gingerly gripped one of the offending darts, and then sharply yanked it out of his friend’s harpooned left nut. Gavin growled in fresh pain and his thighs quivered even harder, but he stood fast and kept on breathing through his clenched teeth as Paul grabbed a second dart and pulled it free. Paul didn’t know how long Gavin’s endurance would last, so he worked quickly, pulling out the remaining ten darts in less than a minute, and freeing Gavin from the wall.
Gavin’s knees went weak at that point, and it took all six other lads to half-walk, half-carry the muscular young stud to a nearby couch, sitting the nearly naked hunk down so that Paul could continue working on his balls. The med student had to use a set of small pliers from the first aid kit to start pulling the many thumb tacks out of his friend’s ill-used sperm tanks, his stomach doing flip flops as he realized the magnitude of the damage that had been inflicted upon his friend’s super-sized junk. But he worked quickly, and in a matter of just a few minutes, all of the tacks had been removed from his groin, including the several dozen buried into the huge slab of his flaccid cock.
Paul then grabbed the antiseptic from the first aid kit and said to the other boys, “Hold him down, guys. This is going to sting… a LOT!” Each lad grabbed a muscular limb and held tight as Paul began to slather Gavin’s bruised and bloodied manhood with a liberal helping of the harsh antiseptic. Gavin inhaled sharply through his clenched teeth, his huge, sweaty muscles flexing to even greater size, but he otherwise held remarkably still while his friend Paul cleaned his wounds and then lightly bound his cock and balls in a couple of rolls of gauze, nearly mummifying his junk in the process. Paul then lightly held a large ice pack to Gavin’s groin, making the bigger boy gasp once more, as they all helped the athletic stud to his feet.
“You’re really lucky,” Paul said as he finished his work. “None of the darts in the neck of your scrotum punctured any of the major blood vessels supplying your balls, or either of the tubes that drain the cum out of your balls. Otherwise they could have given you a vasectomy! Incredibly, your gonads don’t appear to have suffered any permanent damage either, though I’m going to get you a prescription for an antibiotic just to be safe.” Paul then looked up into Gavin’s beautiful green eyes and said, “But dude, you’ve GOT to report these assholes to the administration! They damn near wrecked you this time! I’m terrified that they’re going to castrate you!”
“You guys got here just in time,” Gavin replied, his deep voice even huskier than normal after all of his bellowing and hollering. “Wyatt was about to cut my balls off! But you said so yourself — the administration isn’t going to do anything to stop these fuckers. I’ve just got to defend myself.”
“Well just promise me that you’ll lock yourself inside your dorm room for the rest of the weekend at least. Your balls are a fucking MESS, and even as big and as tough as they are, I don’t think they can take too much more of this!” Paul responded, concern writ large across his handsome face as he lightly patted the cotton-clad mass of Gavin’s bruised and swollen nuts.
“No, Paul, I can’t allow them to win like that. I HAVE to go to the party tonight,” Gavin said, his firm voice brooking no argument.
“At least let us help you back to your room. You can rest and ice your balls for the rest of the morning and afternoon, and I’ll swing by this evening to check on you and come to the party with you.”
“You’re on!” Gavin said, giving a brave smile to his friend as the other lads helped him to his feet and to his dorm room…
