The Burglar Gets Caught!

Colin rifled through the drawers of a heavy oak armoire, whistling casually as he tossed their contents on the floor.

“Damn!” he muttered under his breath as we looked around the ransacked bedroom.

It was dark, but the moonlight shining through the window from the cloudless night was just enough to cast an eerie bluish glow on the piles of discarded clothes and knickknacks and books knocked from shelves.  One of the large closet doors had been partially ripped from its hinges and the once neatly arranged contents lay in heaps all over the bedroom.

Colin checked his watch and rolled his eyes as he made his way back into the hall.  Every square inch of the modest upstairs hall was in disarray from Colin's frantic, fruitless searching. But it was no use, the package wasn’t here.

“I’d better get outta’ here,” Colin thought.

Resigned that he wasn’t going to find what he was looking for in time, Colin sauntered casually toward the stairs, catching his reflection in one of the few hanging mirrors he hadn’t already wrenched off the wall.

“I look like a proper gangsta’,”

He chuckled as he looked over his taught, five foot four svelte frame that was dressed in head to toe in form-fitting black, including a small black beanie on top of his mop of black hair.  After admiring himself in the mirror, Colin glanced over the railing to see that the living room was equally trashed.  He had been ransacking the house for nearly an hour and the package was nowhere to be found. 

He checked his watch again and this time became slightly panicked. It really had been over an hour and he had only planned on taking half that. I really ought to be going... 

Suddenly the darkened living room was filled with light followed immediately by a deep voice shouting obscenities.

“Oh fuck!” Colin nearly shouted, having to put his hand over his own mouth to stop himself. 

“Man, what the fuck! What the fuck!?” a baritone voice boomed in a heavily accented voice followed by more expletives in Spanish.

Colin backed up slowly toward the bedroom, as his only clear exit was blocked.  He could hear two, no three... no four sets of steps slowly making their way through the ruined downstairs, their slow advance filled by swearing and the sound of their boots crushing broken glass. 

Colin slowly backed away toward the bedroom, his heart pounding, happening to catch another glance of himself in the mirror only this time he looked less like a gangster and more like a frightened kid dressed in all-black club clothes. His too-tight black jeans and form-fitting shirt left little to the imagination which wouldn’t bode well if what he’d heard about these guys was true.  Colin took another slow step backward and winced at the loud sound of breaking glass being crushed under his shoe.  Despite the cacophony of confused yelling and furniture being moved downstairs, the glass under Colin's foot might as well been a full symphony playing in an empty warehouse. It was all he could hear and for a moment, Colin was frozen in terror.

“Did you hear that?” came another deep voice.

“I’ll check upstairs!” 

Before Colin could comprehend what was happening a large figure appeared at the top of the stairwell. Followed by another, moving with a speed that defied their size.  Colin let out a girlish scream and bolted toward the bedroom, the sound of two sets of heavy footsteps right behind. He had barely closed and locked the door in time to hear someone ran against it.  Colin sighed in relief as the heavy oak door barely moved. 

Colin ran toward the picture window, the only obvious way out, and frantically looked for a way to open it. The pounding on the door grew harder and Colin could distinctly make out the voices of five angry men on the other side.  He threw himself against the window only to bounce off it like a rag doll.

Ping!

Colin looked toward the door to see that one of the hinges had been knocked loose.  In sheer panic, Colin spied an overturned ottoman he could use to break through the window.  He struggled to pick up the heavy thing and hurled it toward the window...

CRASH!

Several things happened at once.  The bedroom door, that had held up to a nonstop assault of kicks and body slams, finally collapsed allowing a large Latino thug to tumble into the bedroom.  At the same time, the ottoman had crashed into the window, only to bounce off with such force that it ended up knocking Colin to the ground.  He was momentarily stunned by the almost comical turn of events but was snapped back to reality by the feeling of two calloused hands grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him to his feet.

Colin locked eyes with the man and did his best to hold back a shriek of terror.  The man was equal parts strikingly good looking and terrifyingly enraged.  He appeared to be Latino and was easily a foot taller than Colin and at least twice as heavy, his body rippling with muscles that his white T-shirt and jeans barely constrained.  

“Be a gangster... be a gangster...”  Colin chanted to himself.

By now the other three men were standing in the bedroom and Colin could see them all lined up over the Latino’s shoulder.  The site was enough to make Colin's heart sink. 

There was a relatively short, but quite brawny Asian man, a tall muscular Black man with a cropped haircut and an Indian with shoulder-length hair.  Like the Latin, they were all wearing white T-shirts, jeans, and heavy boots and they all appeared to be slightly dirty as if they’d been working outside, which seemed odd given the hour.  All of them appeared to be no older than thirty, despite the aged faces.  More alarmingly, all of the men were taller and buffer than Colin and, unlike himself, these were actual gangsters, not twinks breaking into a gated bungalow on a stupid dare.

For several tense moments, Colin , the Latin holding him and the other men stood in confused silence.  Despite the house being filled with commission just moments ago, it was now so still that Colin could hear the usually unheard whir of a ventilation fan running somewhere in the house.  

“I um...” Colin muttered.

“Shut your face!” the Latin screamed.

Colin pursed his lips and started shaking in the man’s grasp.  Colin eyed the man’s physique, his mounding pecs, and bulging arms, and concluded there was no point even trying to fight back. This guy would turn him into a pulp before Colin even got in a single swing. In the background Colin could see the Asian man pull a cellphone out of his pocket and dial three digits... this was it.

“Emergency services, what is the nature of your emergency?” came a pleasant-sounding woman on speakerphone.

The Black gangster muttered something as he grabbed the phone out of his accomplice's hand with such force that at first Colin thought he was going to throw it across the room.

Instead, the man quickly composed himself, even putting on a fake smile and spoke politely into the phone.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. My friend had a little too much to drink and thought it would be funny to push the emergency button on my phone.”

“He-lmmppph”  Colin tried to scream out but was silenced by the Latino’s strong hand pressed against his mouth.  

After another sincere-sounding apology, the Black man thanked the dispatcher and calmly handed the Asian back his phone.

“Joseph, what the fuck, dumbass.” the Black man growled as Joseph slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“Sorry Ty, I just thought...”

Ty gave Joseph an icy glare that instantly cut the sentence short.

“Let him go, Carlos,”  he barked and Colin instantly felt freed from the Latino’s stone grip.

It was obvious that whatever fucked up situation Colin had stumbled into, this Ty character was the ring leader.  Carlos stepped aside and Ty stood toe to toe with Colin.  Ty was only slightly taller than Colin but his wiry frame was almost completely muscle and his sweaty T-shirt clung to every ripple of this chiseled abs. Colin was still sizing up the situation when Ty pulled his fist back, showing off his disproportionately large arms, and sent it flying toward Colin's face.

“No!”  Colin screamed and nearly blacked out in terror but Ty stopped his fist just short.  

Colin started crying uncontrollably, much to the delight of his captors who were all laughing and pretending to wipe tears from their eyes. This went on for nearly a minute whilst Colin shook like a leaf until Ty silenced them with a raise of his hand.  

He stared into Colin's glistening eyes and spoke with a calmness that was more terrifying than reassuring.

“So, you did a proper number on my house, mate.  I’m Tyrone, my friends call me Ty for short, and you are...?”

Colin was astonished.  Here was this guy whose house Colin had just wrecked, extending his hand.  Out of habit, Colin shook Ty’s clammy hand and introduced himself.

“I’m... I’m Colin.”

“I didn’t hear you,”

Colin gulped, realizing that Ty was no longer simply shaking his hand he was holding it firmly, stopping any chance of Colin breaking away.

“I’m Colin ... oooh!” 

In a swift motion, Ty pulled Colin's small body forward at the same time he raised his knee, crushing Colin's nuggets into his crotch.  

Colin attempted to double over but Ty’s knee was still planted in his crotch.

“I’m Colin , sir,” Ty barked.

Colin coughed.

“I’m Colin , sir,”  he managed to get out.

“Good, very good.  Usually takes guys a couple of tries to figure that out.”  

Ty released Colin and stepped back, letting him slump to his knees.  Colin was still dizzy from the surprise kick to his junk so was ill-prepared for what happened next.  Without warning, Ty put both hands on the back of Colin's head and pulled Colin's face forward into his crotch. 

“Mmmph!”  Colin tried to scream but it was muffled by a face full of the jean-clad crotch.

Colin could feel Ty’s thick cock through the fabric and he started crying when he realized it was getting thicker and harder the more he struggled.

The other men encircled Colin, slowly running their hands over their crotches, as Ty started rubbing Colin's face into his crotch, forcing the young lad’s lips to run the outline of his now raging cock.

Despite his fear, Colin's own cock was starting to rise to attention making an unmistakable tent in his tight plant pants.

“Look, Ty, we got a party boy!”   the Indian snarled as he ran a hand through his luscious black hair.

“You’re right, Amit.  Looks like we do,”

Colin was horrified.  Here he was at the mercy of these four beefy, muscular studs who were openly eyeing him like a piece of meat. Colin's outfit didn’t help matters either and Carlos crouched down and ran his hands over Colin's stomach, his rough hands tracing the outline of Colin's defined but not particularly muscular, slim frame.

“Oh yeah, he looks fun, boss,” Carlos barked and Colin winced at the man’s gin-soaked breath.

“Please!” Colin tried to cry out but all that came out was muffled sobs that caused his attackers to erupt into riotous laughter.

“You know what, Colin. I’m actually curious. What the fuck were you even looking for? You turned this place upside down but left envelopes full of cash just lying where they were.”

Ty violently threw Colin away and he landed on his back, looking up into the faces of the four men towering over him.  Colin caught his breath and attempted to speak but was interrupted by Amit’s large boot-stomping mercilessly into the mound in his tight jeans.

“Oh God!” Colin wailed, his hands racing to his crotch, desperately trying to pull Amit’s heavy foot off of his nuggets.

Colin's eyes crossed and he only made a high-pitched whine as Amit flattened his large balls into his body. Colin's nuts would have made an easy enough target in any pants but were impossible to miss in his current getup.

The others sneered and laughed as they watched Amit grind Colin's nuts as if he were putting out a cigarette.

“Please! Please stop!” 

Colin wailed in agony to no avail until Ty motioned for the muscular Indian to stop.  Amit rolled his eyes and lifted his foot, only to quickly stomp one more time.  Colin nearly wretched as his hands were finally allowed to nurse his swelling nuts and he curled into a ball. 

“Yo, Colin.  My man Ty asked you a question,” Joseph said cooly but Colin was too busy rolling around in pain to even try to respond. 

Grunting, Joseph ripped the Beanie off Colin's head and then took a fist full of Colin's thick black hair and pulled Colin to his feet.

Colin shuttered and begged as he made eye contact with Joseph.  His eyes were so dark they appeared nearly black and were filled with a rage that made what happened next sickeningly incongruent. In a calm, measured - almost pleasant - voice Joseph asked politely;

“So what were you doing here, Colin ? Were you looking for something?”

Colin shook his head no.

Joseph’s smile didn’t break as he suddenly lunged forward and bought his knee upward into Colin's crotch.  The young man screamed and would have doubled over if Joseph hadn’t been holding him upright.  Joseph rammed his bony knee into Colin's crotch over and over, each time eliciting a squeal from the helpless young man and laughs from the onlookers.  Finally, Joseph again let Colin slump to the floor.

Ty crouched down and grabbed Colin's hair, forcing the crying burglar to look him in the eye.

“I’ll ask again, what were you looking for?” 

“A... a package...” 

“That’s ‘a package, sir’!” Ty screamed as he drew his fist back and sent it sailing towards Colin's face, only this time he didn’t stop.

Colin felt his jaw dislocate and blood showered out as Ty’s powerful fist pounded into his face thrice more, his head held firmly in place by Ty’s other hand.  Colin was totally defenseless and if this is what a single one of the thugs could do to him alone, he shuddered to think what would happen if the others got into the fray.  Unfortunately for Colin , he didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Let me have a piece of him,” Carlos laughed as Ty forced Colin to his feet.

Colin could barely stand, he was dizzy from the savage punches and his nuts still ached but he could clearly make out Carlos’s massive frame approaching him.

“No! No please!”

Ty stepped behind Colin , holding his hands painfully tight behind his back as Carlos eyed the young man up and down, at one point licking his lips as he mentally undressed him.  As Colin begged and pleaded Carlos grabbed Colin's shirt with both hands and ripped it to shreds, tossing the ruined fabric on the floor and revealing Colin's toned, slightly hairy chest.  Carlos placed a hand gently on Colin's right pec and gave it a slight squeeze, then his left, then felt slowly traced over Colin' sabs until his large hand was at Colin's waist where it hesitated for just a moment before plunging it into Colin's jeans.

Colin screamed in terror but was quickly silenced by a tattered piece of his shirt crammed into his mouth by an unseen attacker.  Colin cried as someone punched him in the face as he felt someone else wrenching his tight jeans to his knees, but leaving his white boxer briefs bulging with his junk and Carlos’ hand. Colin felt his ample, still screaming nuts resting in Carlos’ palm and knew instantly what was about to happen.

“Oooooh! Stop! Please stop!”  

Colin did a wild dance in a futile effort to close his legs as Carlos’s huge biceps flexed and bulged in the effort.  Colin nearly blacked out, his gaze on the bulging biceps that was literally crushing his manhood into a paste.  The increasingly small space in between Carlos’s fingers grew tighter and tighter and Colin felt like his balls were going to burst like overripe melons.  

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”  

Tears streamed down Colin's bruised and bloody face as Carlos dug his free hand into Colin's shorts.  He now had one of Colin's large balls in each hand and was putting all of his efforts into seeing which hand closed first.  Colin's eyes bugged out and he swore he felt something in his left nut rupture just as Carlos withdrew his hands and held them to his nose.

“Mmm. Hot,” Carlos winked as his friends laughed. 

“You’ve got a pretty nice package, why’d you have to go trying to steal ours?” 

Amit laughed cruelly as he grabbed the elastic of Colin's underwear and ripped them to shreds, allowing Colin's battered balls to flop out.  Colin's balls were already large, and the earlier assault had made them swell considerably, making them look even larger.

The Indian thug grabbed Colin's right nut in his hand and yanked it down so violently Ty nearly lost his grip on the boy.  Colin squealed like a dying animal as he felt his sex organ nearly ripped off this body, and from the look of Joseph’s brawny arm that wasn’t an unrealistic outcome. 

“Nice nuts, kid. But this dick. Guys take a look at this!”  

Colin whimpered and struggled to get away while the watching men snickered at the sight of his nub of a cock protruding over his nuts, the massive size of Colin's nuts made his small penis look even more ridiculous.   Ty annoyed that his position behind Colin meant he couldn’t see the tiny penis everyone was laughing at, reached a hand around and grabbed for it to feel for himself. Colin struggled in earnest, shocked that even with one arm Ty was able to keep him firmly in place.

Ty burst into laughter and Colin could feel his hot breath against his ear which, despite everything, was turning him on.

“Holy fuck! That’s a mosquito bite,” Ty laughed as he stroked Colin's hardening cock.

“Please, don’t, sir. Please!”  Colin begged.

Ty rhythmically stroked Colin's cock which defied its owner as it started to plump up.  Amit joined in, dropping to his knees and tonguing Colin's balls, filling him with waves of pleasure and in a matter of minutes, Colin's cock was fully erect... all five inches of it.  

“I think that’s it, boss. Guess he’s not a shower or a grower,” Carlos joked.

Everyone but Colin laughed.

Ty forced Colin to his knees in front of the other three thugs, holding him in place by his shoulders.  Colin was now at crotch height with three of the biggest, manliest men he’d ever seen and he could make out the outline of three very large dicks snaking down their jeans. Carlos was the first to unzip his fly and point his massive nine-inch dick at Colin's face.

“Suck it, bitch. And don’t try anything cute or I’ll blow your brains out,”  he warned making a gun shape with his fingers and pulling the imaginary trigger.

Colin hadn’t seen any of them with a weapon, other than their brute strength, but took the threat seriously.

“Okay, okay,”  Colin pleaded.

“Okay, okay, sir!” Carlos barked and before Colin could comprehend what was happening, Carlos’s work boot sailed between this spread legs.

“OH FUCK!” Colin bellowed as his sack was rocketed into his crotch. 

The kick was so violent that Colin was lifted off the ground despite being held down by Ty and his fat nuts were instantly compressed into impossibly flat half-inch patties. 

“Yes... yes, sir,”

Amit and Joseph pulled out their thick cocks and pointed them at Colin .  Colin inhaled deeply and took Amit’s cock into his mouth.  It was easily the largest the cock he had ever sucked, easily ten inches and almost as thick as a beer can.  Colin's jaw seared with pain as it struggled to wrap around the thick Indian cock ramming his throat. He gagged and cried and tried to beg him to be gentle but all that came out were muffled screams that only seemed to make the face fucking more violent.  Amit’s thick cock was scraping against Colin's teeth so hard he was afraid that...

“Ah! Fucker! He bit me!”

Amit pulled his cock out of Colin's mouth and examined the scratched surface, cutting Colin an angry glare.

“No! No, I didn’t mean to... sir, I’m sor---OOOH!”

Colin's begging was cut short by a sharp pain in his crotch.  He looked down to see that Joseph had taken a nut in each hand and was cutting a look deep into Colin's eyes.

“You know how much pressure it takes to pop a nut?” he asked giving Colin's left nut a hideous squeeze.

“No! No!” 

Joseph chuckled with the same callousness as before and replied “Neither do I,”

He winked as he let Colin's nuts flop back between his legs and resumed standing with the others. Colin reached his tongue forward towards Carlos’ dick and no sooner had his tongue touched the tip then he felt Carlo’s mushroom head slam into the back of this throat. 

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”  Colin was crying as the thugs took their turn reaming the inside of his throat.  

Amit got into the rhythm of grabbing the back of Colin's head and ramming it forward with each thrust, literally skull fucking him like a sex toy.  Colin's throat was raw as cock after slobbery cock was pounded into his mouth in rapid succession.  It was the most violent thing he’d ever encountered but through it all his cock stayed hard.  These were the nicest, fattest dicks he’d ever sucked and under normal circumstance, he would have loved to have them all shoved in his face, but the occasional kick to his sagging nuts by one of the lustful thugs reminded him this was anything but ordinary. 

“I got an idea,”  

Amit grabbed Carlos’s neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss as they both rammed their cocks down Colin's throat.  Colin's mouth bulged comically and he nearly threw up as a combined twenty inches of fat cock invaded his mouth mercilessly.  The more he cried, the harder they kissed and the more violent the skull fucking became.  Soon their cocks weren’t only covered in Colin's spit, but his tears and the sight was almost too much for Carlos.

“Oh fuck yeah man! Suck those cocks!” he barked, looking down at the pathetic loser being forced to take his and Amit’s large poles.

Carlos and Amit moaned as they ripped each other’s shirts off, and Colin couldn't help but look up at their ripped, dark-skinned frames. 

“I think he likes it” 

Joseph laughed as he pointed as Colin's freakishly small cock.

“I’m close! I’m close! I’m oooooh!”

Colin nearly gagged as he felt Carlo’s thick cock pulsing in his mouth as the hunky Latino let out a guttural scream.  Spurt after spurt of cum flooded into Colin's mouth, down his throat and overflowing onto his chin.  Colin struggled to swallow it all as Amit pulled out to let his partner have full use of the sex object in front of him. Colin's eyes bugged out as he felt Carlos’ nuts slam into his chin over and over.  All ten inches of that thick fuck stick was pistoning down Colin's throat, shooting seamen like a fire hose, and there was nothing Colin could do.  Finally, after what felt like forever for Colin , Carlos stopped shaking in post-orgasm bliss and pulled his spent, but still hard, cock out of Colin's mouth.

“Clean it up, bitch,”

Colin obliged, proceeding to lick and suck Carlos’s cum covered pole until it was sparkling clean.

“That’s it,” Colin thought, “Just a few more loads and...”

“Oooh! Fuck!”

Colin struggled desperately as Amit and Joseph took turns practicing field goal kicks on his defenseless, sagging nuts. 

“No use having nuts that big with that scrawny dick,”

“No! Stop! Please!” 

But the kicks just kept on coming.  Joseph squealed in delight after a particularly violent kick made Colin's left nut instantly turn purple and misshapen. They aren’t gonna’ stop, Colin realized.  

Colin switched from wails of agony to sobs of defeat and the two thugs finally stopped their assault. They had been going full force on Colin's sack for only a few minutes but for Colin , it seemed like an eternity. All he could see during the barrage were powerful legs swinging heavy boots into his favorite possessions, possessions he was sure were about to break.

“Aaah!” 

Carlos reached down and grabbed one of Colin's nuts in each hand and gave them a gentle squeeze, though to Colin it felt like he was squeezing the life out of them. 

“Don’t worry kid, they’re still there.  But this dick,”

Carlos grabbed Colin's tiny cock and pulled, and pulled, and pulled.  Colin's eyes filled with terror as Carlos placed his free hand on his chest as an anchor, pulling Colin's body backward while pulling his cock forward.

“Maybe we can stretch it out,”  Carlos winked as he proceeded to pull Colin's cock further and further.

“You’re pulling my dick off!” Colin was able to scream between unintelligible babble.

“Aww, poor baby,” Carlos stopped just when it felt like Colin's cock was actually going be ripped from his body.

“Maybe he’s more of a bottom boy. You know some dudes can’t really get hard unless they’re being fucked,” 

“No! No!”  

Ty loosened his grip just long enough for Colin to make a proper run of it.  Everything was a blur, all Colin could see in the commotion was the shape of the doorway. He had to get to the door.

“Oooh!” 

His brief freedom was cut short by a painful squeezing from his nuts.  Amit had grabbed him by his sack and was squeezing so hard his face was etched in concentration.  This is it... Colin thought...

“FUCK!” 

Colin felt a pain he couldn’t even comprehend as he realized Amit had lifted him off the ground by his screaming balls.  Colin's nuts were getting flatter and flatter as Amit used his taut little body like a yoyo and Colin clawed and scratched futilely at Amit’s massive arms.  But the big Indian seemed hardly to notice as he casually walked Colin over to the bed and threw him down on his back.  The sudden relief of pressure gave Colin only a moment of relief before he felt two of the thugs tying his arms to the bedposts and watched Ty ripping off his jeans.  There he was, this svelte twink tied to a bed with four thick, hard cocks positioned over his asshole.  

Ty lifted Colin's legs into the air, spit into this hand, positioned his dick, and gave Colin a wink before plunging twelve inches of a thick, Black cock into his hole.  Colin's eyes crossed in pleasure, but mostly pain, as his virginity was violently taken and Ty didn’t stop thrusting until he was literally balls deep only to pull out and plunge in again. And again.  

“Ooooh, Oooh!” Colin moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Ty’s cock felt amazing and despite the fact he knew he was in danger, Colin's body went into autopilot with this back arching and his ass muscles tightening in rhythm to Ty’s rapid, smooth fucking.  Colin hadn’t done anything more than small dildos and had only dreamed of being owned by such a large cock but this was incomprehensibly better than he had imagined.  His ass seemed to have a mind of its own, bucking and flexing as if being remote controlled. His sore dick reacted accordingly, springing to attention.

“Fuck yeah, fuck me sir,” Colin moaned, the pleasure of Ty’s fucking almost completely overriding the dull ache in his sack.

“Yeah, let me get a piece of that,” Amit said, almost moaning, as he straddled Colin's chest.

Colin didn’t even try to resist as Amit’s fat dark cock entered his mouth, rhythmically fucking his face as Ty continued to pound his hole.  This time it felt different, it felt more... almost fun, and Colin thought that if he just laid back and allowed himself to be a little sex slave the worst he’d get from this whole experience was a sore ass, a stomach full of sperm, a pair of swollen nuts and a stern warning to stay away from these guys for as long as he lived. Overall, it was an ending he could live with considering they could have easily called the cops, or worse, on him by now. 

Amit and Joseph climbed on the bed and stroked their fat cocks over Colin's face, moaning and rubbing their chests as they got closer to climax.  Colin was sure he was about to get drowned in semen and the thought made his cock lurch and drip precum.  These guys were being surprisingly gentle all things considered, after their initial pounding. He was sure that all he had to do was lay back and enjoy it and just do whatever they said and he’d be...

“Oh look, guys. Little baby cock is trying to cum,”

Joseph took a break from stroking his cock to grab Colin's leaking, short cock.  Colin winced in pain as Joseph's strong grip strangled his dick.

“It’s so fucking small, I mean what would you even do with this?”  

Joseph proceeded to violently yank Colin's dick upward, almost in rhythm to Ty’s fucking.  Colin screamed and begged but that only made Amit stop stroking and join Joseph at the foot of the bed, only his hand went for Colin's unprotected nuts.

“Oooh!” Colin screamed as Amit’s strong dark hands kneaded Colin's balls like two lumps of clays.

“These things are giant! I can’t believe his dick is so small, it doesn’t make sense.”

“You guys gotta’ try this sweet ass. It’s so tight,” Ty moaned.

Carlos pulled out of Colin's mouth and joined Ty at the foot of the bed. Despite Colin's protestations, they turned their sex slave on his side and, without any lubrication, proceeded to plunge both of their meaty cocks into his already stretched hole.  Colin let out a scream of pain so tremendous the watching Joseph and Amit actually recoiled. 

“God! Please!” Colin begged as the two massive dicks destroyed his ass.

Blood creeped out of Colin's ruined asshole as the two thugs continued to pound it like their lives depended on it.  Meanwhile, Joseph was stroking off Colin by yanking his dick up and down and Amit had wrapped his Indian hands around Colin's left nut, squeezing them together with all his might.  It was almost too much for Colin's brain to comprehend, the incredible pain of being brutally fucked by two horse cocks, his left nut about to explode, and his dick being ripped from his body.

“Please stop!” Colin was delirious, desperate to appeal to any sense of humanity in his captors, but his cries only made them more like sex-crazed animals.

“I think he likes it!” Amit cackled as he pumped his hands together.

Colin's huge nut was trapped inside the ever closing space of Amit's hands.  His gonad was compressed flatter and flatter, Colin's whole world collapsed into the tiny space between Amit's strong hands... flatter and flatter... until that entire world suddenly collapsed.

“Oh fuck! I crushed it!” 

Amit threw his head back and let loose a hands-free cum shot that drenched Colin's chest and the bed.  His hands had suddenly touched, the fleshy orb in between seemingly disintegrated out of existence. It was the single most erotic thing he had ever felt.  Colin's last whole testicle bulged like a jumbo egg in his reddened sack, a target too ripe for Joseph not to target.

“OH GOD STOP!” Colin was frantically trying to break free. 

The bed rocked and rolled as Colin let loose an adrenaline rush that gave a burst of energy to his small frame, but it was no use. The solid bed frame wasn’t going anywhere, and neither were his captors.

“Please, sir. Please!”  

But by now no one was ever pretending to hear the cries of their sex slave.  Ty and Carlos were laying waste to Colin's ass, which was being stretched beyond its limit, and Joseph was violently yanking and tugging on his stubby cock, hideous purple welts appearing up and down its length.  Carlos pulled out of Colin's hole and again straddled his chest, grabbing the back of Colin's head as he rammed his cock down Colin's throat. Carlos ran his hands through Colin's lush hair sensually as he treated the young kid’s head like nothing more than a blow-up doll.  It didn’t matter that Colin was sobbing and gagging, all Carlos felt was a warm, wet hole.  

Meanwhile Ty, Joseph, and Amit were alternating pounding Colin's last nut with their fists in a blur of muscle and strength as Ty continued to power fuck him.  Suddenly Ty stopped pounding and grabbed Colin's cock, squeezing it mercilessly whilst Amit and Joseph continued to pile drive their fits into his nuts.  There was no dictionary word to describe Colin's agony, and his resultant screams and moans only partially conveyed the full extent of the young man’s experience.  Here he was being gang banged by four of the hottest guys he had ever seen, at the same time he was being brutalized by four of the evilest human beings he could ever imagine. The juxtaposition was just too much. Fantasy colliding violently with reality.  It was a phantasmagoria in the form of a sex dream mixed with a nightmare.  It was too much.

Colin let out of a final, guttural scream. It was a desperate appeal to any sense of decency in his attackers that would have made most other people shudder instinctively with revulsion, but in this room, it fell on deaf ears.  

Thankfully for Colin he passed out, his crystal blue eyes half-open staring blankly at the ceiling. Ty let out a sensual, deep bellow as he proceeded to blow his load so hard into Colin's guts it actually pushed his dick out several inches.  At the same time, Carlos blew another load down Colin's throat, which his body reflexively swallowed.  Amit and Joseph mercilessly joked and mocked Colin about his half-ruined sack, as if he could even hear them, while Ty slowly pistoned his still raging dick into Colin's ravaged hole while at the same time continuing to squeeze Colin's cock.

Colin's small dick head ballooned as Ty’s powerful grip squeeze every ounce of blood to the tip and the site of the engorged head gave Joseph an idea. He motioned for Ty to let go of Colin's cock and as soon as he did Joseph jumped into the bed, raised his heavy work boot over Colin's battered package, and stomped down as hard as he could.  Colin's dick flattened out like a cylinder made of clay being pounded by a hammer, deforming permanently into a misshapen husk.  Less than a second later the bottom of Joseph’s foot collided with the top of Colin's bulging nut, then the bottom, then Colin's pelvis.  The young kid’s pelvic bone was nearly cracked and his once huge balls were compressed into wafer-thin patties before exploding in his sack.  Colin rolled his eyes unconsciously and let out a pitiful moan as the watching men erupted into laughter.  

“You gotta’ try this ass, bro,” Ty said finally pulling his spent cock out of the passed out wanna-be-thug’s ass.

“Oh yea,”  Joseph lubed up his cock with some of Carlos’ load that was still splattered on Colin's chest and plunged in.

Colin reflexively convulsed as Amit and Carlos straddled his face.  They both took a corner of Colin's mouth in each hand, violently spread it open and rammed both of their cocks down Colin's throat.  Just feet away Ty had joined Joseph in Colin's destroyed ass, and both of their rock hard, fat cocks plunged into Colin .

The defeated burglar only moaned unconsciously, a lone tear being any indication that he was feeling anything at all.