WARNING

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Friday, December 28, 2018

Winter Charity Ball(s)



It was Saturday, the day before winter graduation and the brothers of Chi Beta Tau were huddled close together on the sprawling backyard of their fraternity house, the ground still coated in a fresh layer of snow several centimeters thick.  Despite the fact that the sun was shining brightly in the cloudless sky, the dial on the little thermometer that hung outside the fraternity house window barely registered four degrees Celsius which is what made three of the waiting young men look especially out of place.

Although most of the shivering young men were bundled up in thick pants, pea coats and hats, some of them taking swigs out of flasks to stay warm, three of them were standing shoulder to shoulder wearing nothing but boots and a thin white T-shirt with the fraternity's letters scrawled hastily across them in thick black marker.

"Brothers!" came a booming voice that instantly quieted the den of chatter. 

Trevor, a tall handsome young man wearing a red sweater but no jacket stood in front of the group of current and soon-to-be graduated students and clanged the inside of a small metal bucket with a stick like a crude bell. 

"Thank you all for coming to the 2018 Winter Charity Ball!" he announced to roaring applause.

"First of all, let's hear it for our brothers who volunteered risking pneumonia for our entertainment."  

There was another round of applause as Trevor called out the names of the three T-shirt clad fraternity brothers.  

Winston was a tall, lanky fair skinned freshman with jet black shoulder length hair and a pair of medium sized nuts that clung tightly to his body.  Next up was Kevin, a husky, somewhat short young man whose legs and arms were covered in a thick layer of comically orange-red hair that matched the wild mop on the top of his head and nearly obscured the ample balls that were swinging slightly below his legs. Finally was Patrick, easily the most fit of the three, whose defined pecks and abs could be made out even through the tight-fitting T-shirt and whose shaved scrotum hung several inches between his legs as if weighed down by the large, pendulous balls inside.  He made a cocky pose as he name was called, flexing his arms and kissing his biceps, the movement of his body causing his junk to swing like a pendulum.

"So this is just like our Summer Ball," Trevor began to explain "I'm going to put the bucket down in front of our heroes and if you wanna' try to make one of them sing soprano you gotta' pay,"  

Trevor dug in his pocket for some loose change, throwing it into the bucket and rattling it around for effect. 

"Last guy left standing wins the bucket,"

Trevor set the bucket down in front of Patrick, who was between Winston and Kevin, as he pulled out his wallet and produced a crisp bill which he threw into the bucket.

"Oh, and guys, no coins allowed.  These guys will need all the money they can get to pay for the reconstructive surgery,"

Trevor gave Patrick's low nuts a playful slap that sent them flopping and elicited giggles from the watching young men.

The first young man to come forward was Bruce, Patrick's roommate who was equally svelte and toned, though it was impossible to see under this thick coat and jeans.  He reached into his pocket and threw a few small bills into the bucket before stepping in front of Winston.

Winston gave an exaggerated face of defiance, trying not to laugh, as Bruce drew his leg back and sent his booted foot flying into Winston's waiting crotch.

The force of the impact caused Winston to gasp, the frozen air stinging his lungs, but he barely shifted from his pose.  Not deterred Bruce threw a few more bills into the collection bucket, drew back his fist and sent it sailing into Winston's nuts.  

This time Winston let out a shrill squeal, mostly from surprise than pain, but kept his legs spread wide as if daring Bruce to try again.  Bruce chuckled and gave Winston a high five before stepping away to clear room for the next player.

Seth stepped up next, pulling out his designer wallet and casually throwing a wad of cash into the bucket.  Seth was slightly short but powerfully built, a feature that could be made out even through the chunky Christmas-themed sweater he was wearing.  Smiling, Seth stepped up to Kevin and slammed his jean-clad knee hard into Kevin's groin.  

Kevin squealed as he felt both of his nuts compress into his pelvis and the cold air only seemed to magnify the pain.  Kevin had barely fully registered the first knee when another was crashing into his junk, then another, each time preceded by Seth throwing a few bills into the bucket.  Both Seth and Kevin were nearly crying, though for totally opposite reasons, as Seth stepped back, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes as the next young man stepped up.

"Oh man, it was like cracking chestnuts!"  Seth chortled.

"Good one, man,"  Xavier said giving Seth a high five as he took his position.

Xavier was just slightly shorter than Kevin, but he filled out his sweater nicely, holding some bills in one hand and a flask in the other.  The slightly staggered way he approached Patrick made it obvious there was something more powerful than eggnog in it.

Patrick mentally braced himself for the kick and his eyes shot open as the tip of Xavier's booted foot caught the bottom of his swinging sack and sent both of his nuts rocketing upward into his body.  Xavier nearly fell backward from the high kick and Patrick could feel his tender nuggets colliding with his pelvis.

"Holy fuck!" Xavier exclaimed "Did you see how those suckers bounced!"

Patrick flushed with embarrassment as Xavier tossed a few more bills into the bucket, took Patrick by the shoulders and slammed his knee into Patrick's crotch.  Xavier felt his jeans get a little tighter in the crotch as he felt Patrick's over sized baby makers instantly flattened between his knee and Patrick's muscular body.  Despite the wave of pain, Patrick laughed and struck a pose as if he was in a body building competition. 

The watching boys laughed as Jason stepped up for his turn.  Jason was bundled in a long coat and his boyishly handsome face was red from the cold but he eagerly threw some bills into the bucket before standing in front of Winston and delivering a powerful uppercut to his sack, stopping precisely at the end of the motion as he twisted his knuckles.  This final move was simple yet effective and Winston shrieked at the unexpected burst of pain. Patrick and Kevin couldn't help but chuckle as Winston howled after another devastating punch.

Seth took out a few more bills and tossed them into the bucket before taking a stance in front of Winston.

"You like peanut butter?" he asked the lanky underclassman.

Winston's eyes instantly turned from a look of confusion to being crossed in pain as Seth slammed his fist twice into Winston's now reddening nuts, being sure to twist his knuckles into the young man's fleshy sack after each blow.

"Well I hope you do, because I just thoroughly cracked your nuts, kid,"  Seth laughed as Winston bit his lip and placed his hands on his knees hunching slightly as he tried to catch his breath.

No sooner had Seth stepped away than Jose took his station in front of the still recovering Winston. 
Jose was quite short but his aged face made the freshman look several grades older and his thin black long sleeved T-shirt and tight fighting jeans showed off every one of his rippling muscles.  His face was flush  from the cold but he seemed hardly to care as he casually tossed a wad of cash into the collection bucket and, almost simultaneously, drew his leg back and sent his boot smashing into Winston's tight nut sack.

Winston's stomach was instantly overcome with waves of nausea that nearly countered the fire like pain in his balls, so much so that he actually put a hand to his mouth out of instinct.  The waves of pain were amplified as Jose's muscular leg was drawn back and his heavy boot again laid waste to Winston's balls.  Winston could feel his balls starting to swell as they were mercilessly crushed into his body and for a split second he nearly took himself out of the game, but a quick glance into the collection bucket firmed his resolve.

Jose ran a hand through his thick black hair and winked at Winston as Seth once again stepped up.  Without fanfare he drove his massive fist squarely into Winston's throbbing manhood, inadvertently crushing the left nut between his knuckle and Winston's pelvic bone.  Again Winston thought he was going to puke and his eyes crossed as his mouth was stuck in a comical 'O' shape.  His knees were shaking and his balls were now in so much pain it was starting to cancel out the numbing cold that was starting to overtake him.  Winston's red, battered balls looked especially striking against his pale skin and the white snowy backdrop, which was entirely too tempting for Jose to pass up as he threw more bills into the collection bucket.

Meanwhile, Xavier sauntered up to Kevin, his gait still a bit wobbly, and proceeded to send his fist flying into Kevin's swinging nuts.  Kevin's eyes crossed and he let out a squeal in unison with Patrick whose massive hangers were being wrecked by Jose's rapidly swinging boot; Jose had a wad of bills in one hand and tossed in a few before sending his boot arching into Patrick's testicles. Patrick's heavy nuts bounced wildly and were always still in mid swing when the next kick came making Patrick think he was going to be sick but the massive wad of money Jose was casually throwing into the bucket strengthened Patrick's resolve.

"Oh fuck!"  

Winston squealed, barely able to stay upright as Jose, Seth and Bruce had huddled around him delivering rapid fire fists, knees and kicks to his swelling sack giving the freshman's balls literally no reprieve between blows.  The three attacking frat brothers had their sequence down like a twisted ballet.  Seth would pile drive Winston's screaming nuts into his pelvis followed immediately by Bruce giving a strong knee and ending with Jose's boot stomping into Winston's groin with a twist.  Then the cycle continued again. 

The collection bucket was literally overflowing with cash, not like the three contestants could focus on that as more rowdy young men stepped forward, eager to give a few dollars for the chance to turn one of their own into a castrato.

"Nailed it!"   Jason laughed.

"Yup! That had to hurt!" Jose joked not taking a break from his kicking.

"They're gonna' fucking pop!"  Xavier said almost growling.

"I swear I just felt something snap!"   Paul joked as his fist sailed into Patrick's beet red balls.

Paul was a powerfully built, tall blonde jock who had been watching the scene shirtless to show off his chiseled abs and powerful upper body. Every ounce of strength in his powerful upper body had gone into the punch and Patrick's eyes crossed as this hands raced for his crotch, confident that his nuts had just cracked.

Winston, Kevin and Patrick made a pitiful chorus of squeals and shrieks as each one was surrounded by at least three or four guys in rotation who were all determined to be the first one to get one of the players to quit.

"I give up! I give up!"  

Winston  covered his throbbing, purple and swollen testicles and collapsed to his knees to riotous applause.  Xavier, who had literally just been pulverizing Winston's nuts with his knee, reached out a hand to his fallen brother and helped him to his feet.

"Nicely done, freshman! Nicely done!" the older boy bellowed to more applause.  

Xavier took Winston's arm and hoisted it into the air like he was a prize fighter, allowing Winston's hideously swollen package to be seen by all. The sack was nearly black and swollen to twice its normal size but, after a rougher than necessary squeeze by Bruce, was declared to still be mostly whole.  Winston hobbled into the house as the ravenous crowd turned their attention to Kevin and Patrick's low hanging, puffy sacks.  Each pair of balls was red, Kevin's was covered in welts, and the swollen organs inside made their impressive swings look even more dramatic.

Kevin's orange hair made the paleness in his face especially pronounced and his shaking knees seemed to invite more blows than Patrick like vultures circling dying prey.   Jason's fist smashed into Kevin's groin, followed by Bruce's then Paul.  Jose's boot caught Jason's left nut flattening it severely against his pelvis.

"Oh!" Kevin screamed, unable to focus as brother after brother took turns trying to destroy his nuts.  To his horror, his thick cock was starting to get hard despite the fact that its two best friends were about to die.

Patrick wasn't exactly being spared as Seth and a few other brothers were desperately trying to end his chances of ever fathering children.  

"Here it goes! On three!"  Seth shouted out after throwing a wad of cash into the overflowing bucket.

Patrick was too unfocused to hear the resulting count down but certainly felt the result.

"Fuck!" he screamed as Seth and Jose's fists smashed into his sack from opposite sides, pulverizing his huge testicles as they were forced into each other.

He had barely registered the pain when it happened again, and again.  In his mind Patrick could visualize his balls compressing together, flattening until they were impossibly flat.

"Oooh!" 

Patrick thought we was going to vomit as a short dark haired brother who had been sitting out until now slammed his knee into his swinging sack with such force that they were instantly compressed to a quarter of their girth when they were trapped between his body and the boy's knee.  Had they gotten any flattered they certainly would have...

"Fuck!"

Kevin screamed at the top of his lungs as his cock, now fully hard and sticking out nine inches, defied him.  Jason, Seth and Bruce had formed a trifecta of pain around him like they had done with Winston and were unleashing kicks, punches, knees and uppercuts with such power and speed that Kevin's scrotum looked like a swinging blur, the organs inside being pushed right to the limit.  

"Please!" Kevin cried out.

"Please what? Please crush your nuts?" Jason sneered as he felt his fist smashing into Kevin's mushy sack. 

"I think he likes it!"  Jose laughed as he pointed at Kevin's thick, hard cock.

Kevin's sack was now alarming black and blue and felt much less firm than when the game started and the more Kevin struggled to keep standing the more boys circled him.  Money was being thrown into the bucket so fast that most of it was just ending up on the ground and each bill was met with a devastating, family tree trimming kick or punch.  Kevin's right nut throbbed and his left had gone numb, he could barely stand yet despite it his cock was throbbing.

"I think I might actually make him cum!" someone shouted.

More fists. More boots. Kevin's testicles were swollen and bruised yet his cock was starting to throb. It was almost like he was trying to blow one final load before...

"Oh fuck! I give! I give!"  Kevin wailed as his cock exploded several ropes of jizz as he collapsed to his knees.  

Seth and Bruce's chests were painted with thick ribbons of thoroughly scrambled baby batter which caused them both to erupt into laughter as they immediately helped Kevin to his feet.  Despite the fact that he had been trying to destroy them just moments earlier, Bruce was now gently massaging Kevin's balls, rolling the heavy organs in his hands in a genuine, if a bit clumsy, inspection for any signs of serious damage.

"He's still whole!"  

The crowd whooped as Seth helped Kevin walk into the house while cradling his virtually cracked nuts.  

"Our champion!"  

Trevor took Patrick's arm and raised it into the air.  There was righteous applause and shouts of congratulations which Patrick accepted with a weak smile whilst gently cradling his truly battered sack in his free hand, each ball felt swollen to the size of eight balls and were nearly numb, though the biting cold was starting to break through the ball-busting haze.  Patrick eyed the bucket and pile of money and his smile widened and he gave a small bow to the crowd, ignoring the sickening pain in his stomach.

"I can't wait to buy a ball crusher with that," Patrick thought.


Inspiration for Patrick

Monday, January 15, 2018

Bully's Just Deserts



It was just after three in the afternoon on Saturday and Travis was standing in the locker room admiring himself in the mirror after a workout.  Travis was an Adonis, with more rippling muscles than most guys even realized they had, strong legs and a handsome face that was framed by his neatly cropped hair.

Today Travis had been especially aggressive on the weight bench and his back and shoulders were aching from the effort, but boy did it pay off. Travis flexed, actually getting hard at the stunningly ripped reflection staring back at him.  It looked as if someone had Photoshopped the perfect male body, only this was no special effect, it was all real.  He was only wearing a pair of grey knee-length basketball shorts that were clinging to him with sweat leaving little to the imagination.


He was so caught up in his self admiration that he didn’t notice the sound of three pairs of feet walking up behind him.


“Fuck!”  


Travis screamed in agony and buckled to his knees as an unbearable pain struck the small of his back, right above his bubble butt.  Travis didn’t realize it, but he had just felt the sting of a Taser.


Before he could regain his senses two sets of arms were lifting him up from underneath, propping him against the lockers like he was a sack of potatoes, his perfect male form on full display.  Travis’ head aches as he slowly regained his bearings.


“Tyler? What the fuck!”  


Travis’ voice as venomous as he screamed at the man standing in front of him.  He instinctively lunged but was held in place by two other men who were mere shadows of Travis’ exquisite frame but were nonetheless keeping the hunky stud firmly in place.   Tyler actually looked a lot like Travis with a handsome face and short brown hair, only he was much heavier and far less muscular.


“You know what, Travis. You think you’re such hot shit,” Tyler laughed as Travis tried desperately to break away from this assailants.


“I’m gonna’ kill you!” Travis screamed. It wasn’t hyperbole.


“So you need your two faggotty helpers? Can’t even face me by yourself?”  

Travis was enraged. The veins on his thick neck were bulging and his face was flashing red with pure hatred.  He couldn’t wait to see what pathetic attack Tyler had planned so that he could endure it and turn around and beat Tyler’s ass.


Tyler grinned as he revealed a steel baseball bat he had been holding behind his back. Travis sneered and struggled but the two helpers Tyler had recruited were proving to be especially capable for the job.


“You know what, Travis. I’m tired of your shit. And ya’ know what? Everyone else is, too,”


Travis recognized the two men holding him from passing. They were just two equally out of shape guys, like Tyler. Nothing to worry about...


Tyler placed the business end of the bad on Travis’s nose and Travis, feeling both terrified and pissed, braced himself for the horrible nose-breaking blow he knew he was about to get.  Tyler wasn’t a muscle god like him but anyone could do a lot of damage with a metal baseball bat against a defenceless opponent.


“What are you gonna’ do, fat ass?  Couldn’t even face me alone?”


Travis’ heart was pounding in panic but his outward appearance was nothing but hatred and malicious arrogance as he struggled against his bonds.  He couldn't’ even believe Tyler and his goons would even be attempting this...


Tyler rubbed the bat over Travis’ perfect nose reveling in the terror Travis was trying so hard to keep behind his steely-grey eyes.


“I think you need to be knocked down a peg...”


Tyler moved the bad down Travis’ rippled midsection slowly stopping when it rested over the slight bulge in Travis’ shorts.


“... or two!”


Before Travis even heard the words Tyler swung the bat full force into his baby makers.


“Mother fucker!” Travis screamed.


Whack!


“Fuck!”


Whack!


Travis struggled valiantly against his captors, cursing and screaming for help as Tyler used his balls for target practice.  Travis’ average sized yet heavy, dense nuts were being slammed with crushing force between the bat and his rock-hard pelvis, each blow landing with gross wet impacts.  Tyler truly didn’t care whether or not the arrogant bully’s manhood survived as he treated them as nothing more than baseballs on a stick, striking the swelling bulge with reckless abandon.  


Tyler grunted in effort and his eyes flashed with pure hatred as he laid waste to Travis’ junk.  Suddenly Travis, in absolute horror, cried out desperately.


“Tyler! I’m sorry, I’m sorry please don’t... ooooh!”


Travis was in hysterics.  He could tell this was no ordinary locker room dust up; Tyler was out for blood. The same muscles Travis had just been admiring flexed and strained in an ironically hot display as he tried desperately to break free. For the first time in his life Travis was crying, begging for Tyler to stop.


“Tyler! Please! I’m sorry!”


Whack!


Tyler had Travis’ whole world under his bat and it was about to literally shatter.  Travis’ sack was turning an uncomfortable shade of blackish purple and his balls were bouncing wildly, desperate to lessen the agony of the volley of blows.  At this point Travis wasn’t even making words, just desperate babbles as the other two men kept him held firmly in place.


Tyler reared the bat back, preparing for another blow when he noticed something quite unexpected.  Travis’ cock was starting to grow, and not just grow.  Throb.


Whack!


Travis screamed shaking his head no, pleading with his eyes for Tyler to stop. For the first time in his life Tyler actually felt bad for Travis, but he quickly decided he enjoyed watching Travis scream too much to stop. Travis’ nuts were rocketed into his body and Travis nearly wretched as Tyler bounced his now hideously swollen nuts around with the bad.   Despite the pain and Travis’ hysterical gyrating to break free, his cock continued to swell. His thick jock cock got bigger and harder until it was its full nine-inch beer-can thick glory, creating an impressive tent in his loose shorts.  Tyler took a pause from his beating and placed the bat so that it was resting on top of Travis’ rock-hard cock.


The two goons holding Travis chuckled as Tyler looked with a truly malice look on his face.


“Looks like you’re getting off on this, Travis.”


Travis was sobbing, terrified at what Tyler could do with his cock so close to the head of the devastating bat.  Tyler thought for a moment before speaking.


“Tell you what? Since you’re liking this so much, I promise I’ll stop swinging when you blow your load.”


Travis screamed in protest as Tyler swung the bat and collided the head of his cock as if he were hammering a nail.  Travis’ eyes cross as the most intense pain he had even experienced racked his brain. Then it happened again. And again.


Travis was silent; he wanted to scream but his brain just couldn’t process what was happening.  Instead his handsome face was contorted into an anguished expression with his handsome eyes leaking tears, half-crossed, trying desperately to make eye contact with Tyler. Trying to make a raw connection as one human being to another. Travis had been an incredibly mean bully to Tyler over the years but nothing he’d done deserved this kind of retribution. It was inhuman.


“Ty... please... please.. Stop...”


Travis was losing consciousness as the bat squished and cracked his nuts and cock.  Despite everything though, Travis’ cock stayed hard and was actually leaking precum, stimulated by its constant bouncing and -- shockingly -- by the agony in his balls.


Crack!


“Travis, you’re really liking this. But you’d better cum soon or else...”


Crack!


Travis’ body went limp as the bat collided with the underside of his sack, sending his nearly cracked nuts flying into his abdomen.  They were literally still sailing upward when they were hit with another blow, and another, and another.  Travis’ ball sack was black inside his shorts but his cock stayed rock hard.


“Tyler... no...”  


Tyler spit in Travis’ face as he sent the bat crashing into the stud’s thick cock, nearly cracking it in half with the blow.  Surprisingly Travis responded with a moan and a shot of precum that made a wet stain in his shorts.  Tyler kept it up alternating between beating Travis’ balls and his cock, desperate to finish this sick game in a spectacular testicular rupture.


“Oh... stop... oh!”  


Travis opened his mouth and let out a deep, baritone, guttural scream as the front of his shorts were soaked with cum. Every muscle in Tyler's sculpted body shuddered in an orgasm so powerful the two guys holding him nearly lost their grip. Tyler kept smashing Travis’ nuts with bat as his busy balls unloaded a dozen squirts that soaked his shorts and ran down his leg in a thick, white stream.   Tyler, to his word, threw down the bat and signaled for his friends to let Travis go allowing the bulky jock to slide to the floor, clutching his junk and sobbing.


Tyler and his friends looked down at Travis as he clutched his battered but still whole nuts, sobbing and curled into a ball.


“Well I hope that taught you a lesson, you bullying piece of shit!”  Tyler said as he hawked a loogie onto Travis’ face.


Travis didn’t even protest, nodding in agreement with Tyler, desperate for the three bullies to leave him alone.  


“Do you think we can get another load out of him?”  one of the goons asked as he picked up the bat and handed it to Tyler.


“No!” Travis screamed as he tried to flee.


He was stopped immediately by a swift kick to the side of his handsome face.  He was out cold.


“Yeah, let’s see if we can make the next shots red,”

Tyler said grinning, holding the bat as his friends held Travis’ defenseless, perfect body against the lockers.

Monday, January 1, 2018

Good Doctor: Ball Drop - New Years Day


"1..."

The group finished their count down just as the clock began to chime midnight.  It was 2018.

At the same moment Kamran and Quinn let go of the weights they were holding and stepped to the side so as to not block Zach and Dr. Paulson's view.  Almost immediately there was a loud clang as the weight that had been suspended from Archie's sack landed harmlessly to the floor.

The sound had barely registered with Lance before his eyes bugged out and he screamed "OH FUCK!"

He wasn't sure what had struck him first, the actual pain or the realization of what was about to happen, but both struck with equal ferociousness.  Lance's huge, swollen nuts were pulled violently downward by the heavy weight and the noose tightened around his sack, causing them to visually balloon as they were crammed into less and less space.

For the watching crowd everything that happened next was watched as if in slow motion.  Lance howled as the weight plunged toward the floor, pulling his sack along with.  His cock lurched and began firing ropes of jizz and his testicles neared his knees but the weigh wasn't slowing down.

"Ooh!"  Lance blacked out, his cock still squirting only the final shots were tinged red.

The entire fleshy balloon that had been pulled to the bottom of Lance's sack burst inside Lance's sack while he was still cumming and the weight hit the floor with a clang.  Both of his fat nuts, close to ruptured from the earlier pummeling, just couldn't withstand the pressure of being yanked and squeezed by the knot.   Dr. Paulson squeezed and inspected the visibly misshapen lumps in Lance's sack and confirmed, to the watching men's delight - including Archie's - that Lance's balls were history.  They hadn't quite burst in the gory shower Lance had always fantasized about, but they were now just chunks in his rapidly swelling sack.

Like clockwork Quinn, Kamran and Dr. Paulson helped the blacked out stud down from the platform and the watching eunuch jocks followed Dr. Paulson as he took Lane to begin the well-rehearsed procedure for dealing with the aftermath of one of his over-the-line ball busting sessions.

"Hey buddy, it's okay. Let's get you down,"

Zach whispered softly, kissing the back of Archie's neck as he undid his handcuffs.