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[HERE IS A STORY FROM KRAMTOAD’s – Jan 2006 – I ALWAYS LIKED A LOT … and had it saved 🙂 ]

Number99 for eierkloppe’s lousy English….

Re: [English Translation] mal was echtes (auf deutsch)

sigh… so far for today’s English classes in Germany. Michael asked me to translate this for him. He wrote this as a German for Germans, so I’ll take the liberty of adding some background / explanations where necessary (I am German, but live in Texas). As well as appropriate punctuation, lacking in the original 🙂 Those additional comments are in “(** -text- **)” brackets. Some of the original ‘lingo’ of course got lost, I tried to do my best…

Sidenote: I met him a couple of times last year while spending a few months in Germany during the summer ’05 – he is crazy enough to actually do this.

Anyway, here goes:

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‘something real for a change’

sorry, since I wrote it already in German previously for someone, I don’t feel like trying to translate this into English.

[Since so often the stories are mediocre, I thought – for a change – I write up an incident, which really happened. Some stories here are quite OK, but many are not really all that good, and written mostly by guys, who never bust or get busted in real life, and write their stories mostly with the intention to provide jack-off material. But whatever. I wrote this for someone I chatted with, and thus, since I already wrote it, I can as well post it here. I just do not feel like sitting down and translating it all into English; those readers, who do not speak or read German are just out of luck. Sorry I simply do not feel like it, after already fixing some typos. This happened in Spring / Summer 2004, i.e. is already a while ago. I was 20 years old, young and stupid, but as usual way too horny.]

It rarely worked out to get busted really hard, and if so, with just a few guys. Most do not dare to really do it.

Once I met two guys at a rest stop on the A43 near Marl, very late at night (** this is a reststop at the Autobahn “A” number 43 in northern Germany, near the city of ‘Marl’ – rural. Some Autobahn reststops are known cruising spots; which by the way is legal in Germany, no police harrassment etc **). I was just cruising around all night with my Volkswagen GTI from one cruising spot to the next, being very horny, and looking for ‘action’. I went to one such spot near Osnabrueck at the A1, and then next to the one at the A43 near Marl (** about a 50 Mile distance, so for Michael, a 200 Mile roundtrip from his home and back **). Osnabrueck was a total waste of gas, nothing going on, and just a few grandfathers “looking”. It was a full moon, which makes one do more crazy things as usual, anyway, when one is horny. My boyfriend was away for a couple of days, so it was a good opportunity to do something else.

It was well after 2am, almost 2:30am, and there were only those two guys, and two others, who did not even leave their cars, just sat there with their inside lights turned on… totally stupid, being so inhibited they were not likely to get any action this way. The two guys were just hanging out near a bench and smoking; I just unbuttoned my shirt, so they could see what I was up to and they could check me out, turned my baseball cap backwards, because it looks cooler and so they could see my face, since it was so dark there away from the lights, and walked over to them. They were totally easy-going and did not beat around the bush. Long unrelated conversations are a turn-off anyway most of the time, if guys beat around the bush, as if I were inhibited or shy. Anyway, not at that time of the day and at a cruising spot!

They got right to the point and asked what I was looking for, and I told them I wanted to get my balls beaten good again. At first they looked weird at me, but then one of them asked if I was serious or just pulling their legs; but if I would at least blow them or if they could fuck me, they would be up for it. I told them I was serious, of course I would blow them, and fucking only if it was really necessary and then only with a rubber. They were OK with that.

So they asked me again if I was really serious (they were both older, mid-thirties I guessed), and then walked quite a distance away from the rest area and the Autobahn into a wooded area, and I followed them. While we were walking, one of them asked me again if I was serious, since they did not want any trouble afterwards. It started to get seriously on my nerves, and I told them how many times I would have to confirm. As if I had any information to identify them by, knew which of the cars in the lot was theirs, or even if they came together or had met there just before I arrived. On the upside, it was a good sign for them to worry about consequences or trouble afterwards; maybe this was actually going to be good. I was very horny anyway, since it had been a while since I got my balls busted really good. At least a couple of months.

But it was a good beating, after we had walked away from the rest stop for about a good 10 minutes. They stopped, and one of them held me, twisting both arms up behind my back, painfully pulling in my shoulders and elbows. The other guy felt me up a little bit, and then pulled my open shirt back down over my shoulders, grabbed it by the collar behind me and pulled it further down my back, and asking me AGAIN, damn it!

But then he finally got going, and hit me hard right away, not just like half-hard. At first mostly in the stomach and belly, and my face, and said he wanted to see blood, too. A little crazy, but hot – at least we were off to a good start. My nose was bleeding fast and a lot, and my lower lip hurt, which later swell up a lot. The blood from my nose was running fast, and I felt it dripping and running down my belly. My nose bleeds easy, anyway, even without getting hit.

Then the guy holding me let go, and I went down on my knees, and he pulled my shirt completely off and threw it in the dirt. He then pulled me up by my neck and put me standing against a tree, and he moved behind the tree, pulling me from behind against the tree by my arms, which were sideways back from the tree. He pushed himself against and away from the tree so I was held really tight against the tree, being pulled back hard by my arms, and so tight that I could not move sideways or up/down. That was nothing compared to what came next, even though I was a little dizzy already from the hits to the face and head before.

First the other guy hit me again in the stomach and guts a bunch of times, and really hard and deep; he had good muscles. Then he started to knee me in the nuts, and soon after real kicks in the balls and in my guts, including swinging back first. It did not take very long until I started to scream and cry, but the guy only said he had asked me three or four times before, and it was my own fault. My legs felt weak, and I could not really stand anymore, since he also had kneed my thighs a couple of times in between the knees directly in the nuts (** don’t know how to translate ‘pferdekuss’, but you get the idea **).

Then the guy holding me back against the tree let loose a bit, but did not let go, and I slid down along the tree on my knees, scratching my back (but I noticed the scratches only later, back at home). The guy who did the beating pulled off my sneakers and socks, rolled up the socks and pulled the shoelaces out of the sneaks, put the roll of socks in my mouth and tied the laces around my head, so that the sock roll would not come out so easy. He said for me having had such a loud mouth before regarding getting a good beating on the nuts, I was screaming a lot like a sissy, and I could save myself the screaming, nobody would hear me anyway or would come to my help now, and it was entirely my own fault and doing. Previously he had already told me to shut up, but I could not do it.

I was pretty glad for the short break, until he was done with the socks and laces. I was hurting pretty good all over already, the pain from my balls was coming up in my belly, and my guts felt weak and twisted inside, since he really punched in deep against the tree, and I had not been able to tighten my stomach muscles for very long. Plus, there was also this branch stump from the tree gouging in my back, and when he punched me right where that stump was, it felt as if I was impaled on it. But my balls hurt so much by that time, that I did not feel the stump all that much right there; it did hurt for two weeks after, though. My ribs hurt also bad, and I could not breathe very well, because of the pain and all the screaming I did.

While he was pulling my sneaks off, he also said I should quit crying and save some tears for later, since they were long from being done with me, and I should not put on such a show. That started to scare me a little.

Then the other guy pulled me back against the tree real tight again, so that it really hurt my shoulders, and since I was on my knees, my lower legs were sideways of the tree, so I could not get them together. The the guy kicked me many times in the nuts, until I got sick and had to throw up.

When I started to throw up, the guy behind me let go, and I barely managed to get the roll of socks out of my mouth before I would choke on it, partially because my arms felt numb from being pulled back so tight; I could hardly move them. That was pretty messy and nasty. I was on my knees and propped myself up with my one arm from the ground, holding my balls with the other hand; but while I was throwing up, they did not stop kicking me, mostly in the guts, chest, back and in the kidneys, and my ass and legs; they did not care about me vomiting.

When I was finally done, they continued to kick me around, regardless how I rolled around in the dirt, probably also to get me away a couple of feet from the mess. I just tried to protect my head and my balls, but otherwise I could not do much against the kicks.

Right there was just like a beating at a “Schuetzenfest” at the end, when everyone is completely drunk, and someone gets beat up by a couple of guys – always an awesome sight and excellent jack-off material (**rural German volksfests – compare to a small Octoberfest in a village with locals, not tourists – usually end up with a lot of people very drunk, and younger attendees often get into fights after it is closed down for the night **).

One of the two guys said, I had told them I wanted my balls busted, and that is what I was getting, and to take my hand off my balls. I did not, and told them to stop and I had enough, and would give them a blow job now, but they said yeah sure I would wish that now. I really had had enough by then, my balls hurt badly, and were already swollen pretty good, since I could not get my hand all around my nutsack anymore to protect my balls. Did not help at all, they continued to kick my balls even with my hand protecting them, but it hurt almost as much as if I did not have my hand there.

Then one of them pried my hand off when I was just on my back, and sat on my head, holding my arms up over my head and next to his legs on the ground. The other guy sat on my hip and punched me hard in my solar plexus a few times, since I was so arched up from the guy sitting on my head and twisting it with his weight. The punches were dead on, and I could not breathe right (I could not get any air really). Then he slid down to my knees and punched my nuts, after he felt where exactly they were in my 501s [my favorite pair of (**Levi’s**) 501, since I was on the road because of hornyness].

He hit really hard, and I saw the stars exploding before my eyes. But it was also very hot, because it was real, and real hard, and finally someone did it all the way again. After quite some time, when I did not do anything anymore, i.e. did not react much anymore, he undid my belt, unbottoned my jeans, and pulled them down, along with my underwear (** briefs, as I happen to know; I got to work him 7 times myself **) and for a long time he pulled and squeezed my balls, and in between punched them hard a couple of times (** there is no good English translation for the German word “ausnehmen”, which Michael used. It is a regional term, and mostly used among adolescents in school, when one grabs the balls of someone else and twists, squeezes, and pulls; usually hard, until the guy is crying from it **).

By that time I had a boner going, which they found hot, especially since I was so beat down and exhausted. I did not cum like that (without jacking my dick) like usually, and one of the guys told me to jack off and the guy on my head let one of my arms go. It took forever, since it was my left arm and I am a right-hand-jacker, and since he went on hitting me in the balls all the time, mostly when I was close; and when he did it, he hit really, really hard dead on, so that I saw stars every time.

Then I finally blew a full load, a lot of cum, and shot it very far, about 5 or 6 big squirts. The guy sitting on my head must have gotten some on him, but he did not like it and said god damn shit, and the other guy hit me very quickly a couple of times very hard while I was shooting. It was crazy pain, I thought my balls were mush, but it was what made me cum so much.

Then the guy on my head got his dick out and started jacking, while the other guy went on punching my balls even more. That made me squeal like a pig at the butchers, since after cumming it hurts a lot more then before – very embarrassing to squel like this. It hurt incredibly, and the pain shot up from my nuts to my neck and into my skull. By that time I was really done for, and I got seriously scared they would really work me over, like in a gay bashing (** “schwulenkloppe” **) when you end up in the hospital after [but that happened only once to me and my boyfriend, at Karneval (** sort of a German Mardi Gras in predominantly catholic areas **) from some Yugos (** German slang for immigrants from former Yugoslavia, who are known for intolerance, especially towards gays **)].

Then they turned me over on my stomach, and one of them got me in a headlock, lying on top of my head, so I had a hard time getting air, while the other one pulled my ass up and just started to fuck me, without foreplay, just rammed it in. Did not take long, he came almost immediately. Getting fucked is not my thing, but at that time I really did not care a lot, it did not even hurt a lot, since everything else was hurting a lot worse. Then they switched, and the second guy fucked a lot longer, and the other guy choked a lot more than the first one. When he was finally done fucking, which seemed to go on forever, they said it was really hot; when I turned around on my back, one of them stomped me one more time hard in the balls, and then they took off. I never saw either of them again. If either one of you happens to read this here, write me, ok?

I stayed right there for a long time, first just lying there, holding my balls and crying, even though this is what I ad wanted and even though it went down in a totally hot way; but it still did hurt a lot and I felt very sick. But I did jack off real good again, taking my time, before I got up and started to look for my clothes. I was looking for one of my sneakers for over 20 minutes.

When I finally got back to my GTI, there was nobody else left in the parking lot of the rest area. I sat in my car for a long time, slept a little until the sun started to come up and there was more traffic, when more and more people pulled over to stop at the rest stop. It was time to get going, but I had needed the time to recover. A sport clutch with swollen balls is not so cool then (** the majority of German cars have manual transmissions **), and those days are the ones when I don’t like my sport suspension and having lowered the ride; it is like a “refill” of hits in the nuts.

This encounter was great, and lasted me quite a while, until I needed a serious busting again. The pain really hurt for a good week, then it was mostly gone. My balls were only swollen for 3 to 4 days afterwards. But from the hits in my stomach and belly I was really sick for a couple of days, and did not eat anything at first.

Scenes like this I did now and then, since I did not get it at home … but this was the one time when it worked out the best, usually it tends to be rather lame. I am really glad that my boyfriend finally “got it” and is busting my balls good (** mostly because of me, thank you very much **), and I do not have to to this bullshit to search out guys like this way elsewhere all the time, along with all the risk. And because of my bad conscience to do it behind my boyfriend’s back. It totally sucks to ask guys to bust you bad, and getting these looks in return as if I am mentally retarded, and then find guys, who mostly just want to get a blow job or want to fuck in the end instead of busting, or getting guys, who completely lose it and then you get seriously hurt. Sometimes it does go wrong.

The End. I did fill out of of those surveys here on Kramtoad, if anyone is interested.

Why dont y’all write something real?

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Last Night (story)

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Last night

Posted by Brandon on Sun, May 30, 2004, 6:04 PM.

Hey y’all!

I read all this stuff on Kramtoad all the time, and love it!! I don’t
do a lot of busting or getting busted, cos I’m too chicken (my nuts
are real sensitive), just a bit of lite slapping around and twisting,
but most guys I hook up with are not into this or want to go real
rough. Is hot to think about some dude getting busted good, tho,
always gets me off, or seeing someone get racked in school 😉 But
what happened last night was so fuckin awesome, I thought I go and
write it up for you, I think you prolly like it. So here goes. Oh, I
know from reading here that some of you aren’t gay of course, but
this is how it went down, so skip the gay parts if you don’t dig
that, ok? (plus don’t flame me for it! I’m out and proud, so deal
with it)

I went out last nite, cos its a holiday weekend and all, to go
party 😉 I turned 21 last month, so I can finally (!!!!) go to the
clubs, thank GOD!! Met up with some of my buds, danced some but was
mostly lame, older guys hitting on me, some of the bitchy ones, not a
lot of prospects to get laid (yeah well, I’m kinda picky, and hot
enough to not just hook up with anyone thats willing and has a decent
dick. He’s got to be hot and hung, hehe). At midnight I was pretty
toasted from all the Martinis and close to broke (why do they make
the drinks so fuckin expensive?? I don’t want to hang out in a dump
just cos the drinks are cheap)

Anyways, there was this really hot guy that was just standing by the
dance floor all the time, and I’d seen some other guys talk to him,
but they went always away after a little, he was standing there all
by himself most of the time. I’m kinda shy, but with all the booze I
got kinda bold and went over to him and said hi, and if he wouldnt
ming buying me a drink cos I ran out of cash and was still thirsty,
hehe (hey I’m hot and get away with that shit). We talked for a while
over all the music and from up close he was even HOTTER!! His name is
Cameron, and that alone gave me a boner!! I go for cool names, not
just the looks. After a while he said to go outside to the patio and
what I was drinking and he got me a drink (nice of him!) and later a
couple more.

So we talked outside and he started feeling me up and we made out
some. Well it got pretty heavy, and it was totally clear he was
digging me big time; plus he’s a top and he was at least 7 if not
more from what I could feel, hehe. So at 2 the club closed and
everyone got kicked out, and we tried to figure out where to go. I
still live at home, so that was out, and he has a straight roomie
that was having people over, and some would prolly crash at their
place so that didn’t work either. He had his car there (I got a ride
to the club) but it’s one of those Toyota 2 seaters (MR-2, decked out
too, nice!), too small to do anything, even a BJ is kinda tough to do
in that thing (trust me, I tried that before) 😉

We ended up driving around trying to figure out where to go, maybe
Motel or so, but I was out of cash and he didnt want to spend a lot
on a measly motel and said he kinda liked doing it outside, anyways.
Hehe, and I didn’t care, I just wanted to get laid, and by him!!

Anyways, so we drove around and went to the part of town that has all
the warehouses and is kinda run down; we figured that was prolly the
best area to find a spot and not get caught by the cops or something.
We parked behind a warehouse and went up some alley and ended up in a
dead end with wire fences all around, next to some office building,
and the trees there put the alley totally in the dark, but all around
it was lit from all the lights. I could tell Cameron was really horny
and wanted to get to it, plus it was getting late, and he got kinda
bossy and told me to strip (hehe I like bossy dudes!!). Anyway, I
stripped in like 10 seconds flat, and he pushed me against the mesh
fence and I grabbed it and he was feeling me up and all 😉 Was hot
to stand there, totally exposed in the dark against the fence, if
anyone would have had a flashlight, they could have totally seen us,
but without, we were in the dark, and everything around totally lit
up. He played a bit with my nuts, too, not that it really hurt or
anything, and I was about to tell him he could go a little (!)
harder.

Suddenly he put his hand over my mouth so I be quiet and then I heard
voices, too. Who the fuck would be out there at like 3am?? Then we
saw three black guys run across the parking lot and try to mess with
the door of the office building. God my stomach cramped totally, they
were maybe 20 feet away from us! Lucky they couldnt see us, but if
any of them had a light and would shine it over to the fence, we’d be
so screwed. They all seemed to be pretty in shape, they’d probably
outrun us, plus we were naked. So we just stood there, Cameron held
his hand real tight over my mouth, and then he started to go on!! God
the guy has nerves… not that I didn’t get a boner even more from
that ;-))

Kind of an eerie scene, I’ve never seen a burglary in progress, and
then I’m there naked and getting fucked. How weird is that??? So, 2
minutes later, this security guard walks around the corner and then
hes all yelling at the 3 black guys. I thought they would have run,
but after they looked at him they all laughed and said what the fuck
you want? and to get lost. This skinny white dude was totally young,
maybe 5’8″ at most, and def not a lot older than me. If I was him I’d
run and call the cops but he was probably going to get in trouble or
his office was too far or what not. He had his baton out and some
spray can in his other hand. Looked like some wanna-be cop, with all
the gear, uniform, and shit. Then he put the spray away and got his
walkie-talkie out, but one of the burglars jumped over and grabbed
it, and smashed it with his foot. One of the others hit him in the
face, so his hat fell off. They started teasing him if he was scared
now and if he had the keys to the building. He said no, he didnt.

Cameron was really getting to it, and I thought this is just nuts,
but fucking hot, you can’t plan for this kinda shit!! He kept his
hand really hard on my mouth so I wouldnt make any noises, but he was
breathing pretty heavy, and I couldnt get it how they didn’t hear us!

The 3 guys didn’t believe the guard didn’t have the keys, and started
taking his stuff and going through his pockets. He tried to fight
them off, but this skinny dude had no chance against 3 guys of
course. One punched him in the stomach, but then he said that the
guard had a vest on or something, and they started to take his
uniform shirt off and the vest, cos one of them wanted the vest.

hehe shows you better be a real cop and not a wanna-be, cos when they
found his handcuffs in this small bag on his belt, they all laughed
and tried to cuff him with them behind his back. That’s when the
guard got really wild and he started to kick and throw punches like
he was on crack or something. He got one of the black dudes in the
knee and that guy went down howling, and he hit another one in the
throat and the guard started running, in an angle right towards us!!
I was ready to get a heart attack, I can tell you!! Couldn’t gt any
weirder, naked with a dick up my ass, and this guy running closer.

He didnt get far though, the third black guy got him fast and jumped
him with all his weight. They were like 10 feet from us now. Cameron
was pressing his hand so hard on my mouth, and started to block my
nose, I had trouble breathing; but he got scared too, cos he stopped
fucking. I was really scared now, too, but I think I had the hardest
boner, EVER!

The other two guys came over and the one that got kicked in the knee
was really pissed and swearing at the guard. The guy that had jumped
him and was sitting on the back of him smashed the guards head on the
ground a couple times, and I saw when they all got him up on his feet
that his nose was bleeding a lot. One guy went back to pick up the
cuffs and they cuffed him finally, and then one held him by his arms
from behind. The guy that got hit in the throat said what if the
guard had AIDS or shit but the guard was just making threats that
they’d go to jail and be in real deep shit if they didnt let him go.

They all laughed hard, and said what should they be afraid of? Him??
They said they could just smash his head in and nobody would ever
know who did it. (This is when I freaked, kinda, a lot!). Throat-guy
grabbed the guards t-shirt that he had on under the vest (dude, with
that, the vest and the shirt it must be hot in the gear in this heat)
and ripped it off with like a couple pulls and tried to wipe the
blood off the guards face, but it kept bleeding pretty good, dripping
all down and running into the guards pants.

Then the guy that got kicked in the knee and was so pissed said “what
the fuck did you do that for, asshole” and started punching the
guard, in the face and stomach, and it made weird sounds,
like “whump” every time. One time I saw some blood splatter from his
nose against the light. Damn the guard was getting fucked up bad. The
guy that was holding him was a lot bigger, so the poor dude was
almost hanging in front of him; I dont think he was more than 120# at
the most, even skinnier than me. He sure was getting a good workover,
and that for, what, minimum wage??

The black guy was just swearing and teasing the guard while he
punched him, and after the first couple hits the guard made
like “mmmph” with every hit. I think he must have gotten hit at least
50 times, I figure. Cameron started going again with the fucking, and
it must have totally turned him on, cos he was going really rough now!

The guard was just kinda hanging limp, and the black guy then kneed
him hard in the nuts 2 times, and the guard made like “baaah” like a
small baby that cries. The black guy tried to knee him some more, but
the guard twisted his legs and the black guy tried to punch him in
the nuts but seemed he couldn’t really get them. Cameron then grabbed
my nuts with the other hand and started really squeezing them, and he
had his hand so tight over my mouth, I could hardly breathe. If I was
there alone I’d probably run, but Cameron sure has guts, and it was
totally hot, I must say (sucks for the guard tho). I was glad he had
his hand over my mouth, cos he was really hurting me, and I was close
to scream (OK, I’m a sissy with that stuff when it’s my nuts). Then
the black guy that was hitting the guard turned a bit and rammed his
elbow in the dudes stomach and he made like “aargh-huh” or so and the
guy that was holding him let him go, and the guard went down to his
knees and bent over.

I mean this is totally bad of course and it totally sucked for the
guard, but it was hot seeing him shirtless, hands cuffed behind him,
on his knees. The guard guy was wretching, on his knees, with his
face on the ground, totally bent over. I am not a buster but even I
thought that if you were in that situation you wouldnt keep your legs
spread, but I guess the guy was in so much pain he didnt think about
that. Throat-guy then promptly kicked him in the nuts from behind,
and the guard fell over and started rolling around, and pulled his
knees up. He was totally crying now, and started kinda begging to let
him go, cos it was just his job and stuff. The black guys all laughed
and the throat-guy said that he should have gotten his nuts better,
and the third guy said yeah looked more like you were gonna try to
kick them in, and throat guy then said I bet the little fucker sissy
is wearing a cup or shit.

Cameron was totally going and my nuts started to fuckin hurt from his
squeezing. I was just flip-flopping to think god what if they hear us
and PLEASE DONT CUM NOW, and this is the best fuck EVER in the 7
years I have gotten fucked!! Totally my lucky day if this didnt turn
sour!!!

The black guys just stood around the guard that was slowly rolling
from one side to the other, knees all the way up to his chest, and
crying and pleading to take the cuffs off and let him go. I guess
with all that pain it didn’t matter, but I’ve been cuffed before, and
rolling over the cuffs in his back must have cut in pretty bad…
then two of them started kicking him, one on each side, the guy had
no way to turn away. Throat guy kept sayin the bitch must wear a cup
or shit and tried to get his nuts again, but the guard kept his legs
together. So throat-guy finally grabbed his ankles and pulled on the
dudes legs and tried to stomp him, but looked like the guard twisted
around enough to not get it too bad. He was mostly going “fuck fuck”
and “please no” and “please let me go” and crying, and trying to
catch his breath when they kicked him hard in the gut.

Cameron was totally going hard and heavy now, and I was just thinking
FUCK DONT STOP DONT STOP and that he was soooo goin to be my
boyfriend now, no matter what it would take to get him!! But fuck he
was working my nuts too hard, I guess he didnt think about it, and of
course I couldnt say anything, we had to be real quiet and he had his
hand over my mouth anyways. I had a hard time not to move too much so
they wouldnt hear us. I never know why they didnt hear Cameron
breathing, cos he was going like a rhino!! Man I was scared shit and
turned on at the same time, big time!

Throat-guy was getting really pissed that he couldnt get another kick
to the dudes nuts in, and was going on and on about the guy having a
cup or what not, so knee-guy finally said to stop bitching and go
find out and shut up! They stopped kicking him and the guard rolled
to one side and was just sobbing. He looked like a mess allright, he
sure had more than enough. I kinda felt totally guilty to think I
hope they dont stop till I get to cum.

Then throat-guy grabbed his ankles again and pulled his legs straight
and dragged him a bit (that must have torn off some skin on the
guards shoulders) and they were maybe a little less than 10 feet
from us know, just a bit more to the right. I kept just thinking if
we get out there in one piece, I need to do something good for it to
someone, just for karma!!!! This was too awesome. Cameron kept goin,
all real hard and ruff and steady, and I was ready to shoot my load
(I have never just cum from fucking with no jacking…). Dude and
these guys were so close!!!!

Throat guy took the guards belt with like one move, and whipped the
dude with it once (is like one of those police leather belts, sucks
to be a wanna-be cop) over the chest, and then pulled the guards
pants and underwear down. The guy wasnt hard of course so I couldnt
tell if he was real hung, but he had nice nuts and like almost no
hair on his bod (couldnt help to think what if he got hard, he’d be
SO screwed, as if this wasn’t bad enough. Sorry I was horny as fuck,
I know that ain’t right to think that way). He said damn the bitch
has no cup and knee-guy was all like “what the fuck so now you know”,
and “go finish him off and lets get going”. Throat guy kinda let
himself fall on the guard, and hit him with his knee and all his
weight right on the stomach, and the guard made this like really
weird sound and started wretching again, as if he was gonna hurl.

Then throat guy sat on the guards knees and started punching his
nuts. This time he got him good, cos the guard made this really
totally high-pitched scream and LOUD!! Cameron pulled me back a bit,
I guess so the fence wouldnt make any noise if he pushed me too hard,
and started to get totally going.. he was soo! ready to cum, I could
tell, hehe.

The third guy said that throat-guy was making too much noise with the
guard since he was screaming like a little girl, and he plunked down
on the guards head, he was basically sitting on it, with his knees on
the guards shoulders. Throat-guy punched the dudes nuts a couple more
times, and it looked like he was really laying it in. At least a
dozen, but I sure didn’t count. The guard was making these really
high screams, but they were totally muffled under the other guys’
ass. Cameron was totally getting there but I shot first, almost half
the way towards the guys. LOL I was thinking what if I had hit them
with my load??? But of course I can’t shoot that far. Then Cameron
came, too, and he made this grunt, and I thought OK thats it!! They
must have heard that!! Lucky, they didn’t cos the guard was still
screaming loud enough under the guys ass, so they didn’t hear Cameron
cumming.

Then throat-guy put up his fist up totally high and slammed down on
the poor guys nuts straight down, and the guard kinda arched up and
then just came down after 10 seconds, and just lay there quiet. Fuck,
he must have gone out!! I have never ever seen anything like that,
seeing guys get beat up in school was never like that! (best one was
one dude getting jumped and racked real good by a bunch of dudes,
that was jack-off material for a couple months back then).

The three black guys got up and took most of the guards stuff, and
they talked about leaving the guard with the handcuffs or not but
then throat-guy said he wanted them, so they went for his keys and
took them. I was totally shaking, cos I thought now they might look
around and see us, but they just walked away, high-5ing and laughing.
We stood there and didn’t move at all, but Cameron was still going
and squeezing my nuts. That really fucking hurt now.. wasnt as bad
before when I was ready to cum, but now it really started to suck
bad. I tried to pry his hand off, but he wouldn’t let go, and then to
get his hand off my mouth to I could tell him to fucking cut it out,
but he seemed to like it to hold me like that. The guard was still
lying like 10 feet from us, the three black guys were gone, and I was
definitely ready to bolt.

But Cameron didn’t fucking let go of my nuts, and just squeezed them
more, and it really HURT! So I tried to get out of his hold but he
held me tight, so I tried to grab his nuts and then squeeze him some
so he would let go. I got tears in my eyes and thought dude isn’t the
guard getting it enough?? He got really rough cos he saw it coming,
and I squeezed his hard cos I had enough! He tensed up but then he
let finally go, and we both went down to our knees and Camerons said
Jesus Christ, what the hell was that all about? And we talked about
if we should help the guard or something, but Cameron said if the
dude is going to file a report then we’d have to be witnesses and
what we’ll gonna say we were doing there? Then we sat there for a
bit, we figured better make sure the three black guys were far away
before we got back to his car. He just kept saying he couldn’t
believe what happened and that it was so fucking hot, and I did admit
that was my best fuck ever, like by FAR! Hm, like a gazillion times
better, hehe… I am sure he grinned, but I couldn’t tell, was too
dark where we were. Then the guard started moving, Cameron saw it
first and put his hand over my mouth, and we watched him. He twisted
some frist, then grabbed his nuts and curled all up, and was crying
real bad. I felt really sorry for the guy then, but I got rock hard,
too. Then the guy got on his arms and knees, and puked, that was
gross. He puked on his pants some, too, eeck, that was real yucky!!

I thought we better take off, but Cameron put his hand on my shoulder
and kept me down, I guess he figured the guard would maybe notice us.
It took totally long to wait for the guard, but was kinda hot, too.
He tried to get up, and he made like 2 steps, but got down on his
knees again, holding his nuts, then he lied on his back again, and he
was crying like a baby, like totally sobbing, holding his balls, and
rolling around, left, right, and over and over. He was totally fucked
up. Dude, the guy was a total kid, he couldnt have been much older
than me.

After a long time, he finally got up slowly and walked really slow
and funny around the building, and was still holding his balls. We
waited for a couple more minutes, and then we put our clothes back on
and took off. Cameron dropped me off at my house, we talked about it
the entire way over, and I jacked off as soon as I got in my room
(maybe from making out with Cameron before he left or cos of that I
dont know, hehe). Since this morning I jacked off like 3 times
already (ok and 1x as I was writing this up). At 6p I’m going to meet
Cameron at the coffee shop, I can’t wait to see him again. Thats GOT
to be the start of a great relationship, you can’t just walk away
from this. and hes hot and he fucks awesome. I think I’m in love!
Just hope he’s not gonna work my nuts again like that, they still
hurt when I touch them or sometimes when I move.

Anyways… this got to be pretty long. I figure this was too awesome
not to tell, and I’ve beat off so many times from the stories on here
before that its only fair to tell y’all.

Peace,
Brandon

Cowards (story)

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[ANOTHER OLD FAV OF MINE …]

Cowards!
Posted by Shawn Redondo Beach on Wed, Aug 25, 2004, 9:52 PM.

This is about some real cowards, ignorant people, and a fag weirdo.

Sunday I was down at the beach with my friends, and when it got dark
and we were about to head back, a couple of guys showed up, looking
for me. One is from my school (hes is one of the bullies) and the
other 5 are his homies I guess.

On Wednesday I had hit the guy (Miguel) in the balls with the baseball
bat when we were just pitching and batting, and it was totally by
accident, he was standing right behind me to signal the pitcher. It
hit him dead on and he was rolling around and crying and everyone on
the field was laughing at him and making fun that he was crying (hes a
real bad bully, everyone is afraid of him). I told him I was sorry and
didnt see him standing there, but he was pissed at me and said I would
pay for it.

I stayed out his way at school on Thursday and Friday, didnt know if
he was really coming after me, and nothing happened. But when he
showed up with his homies at the beach, I took off when my friend said
they were asking if I was there. I ran up where the parking lot was,
there were some people and I thought I could hide behind the cars till
my friends took off. Some of the surfers that were there changing
hollered at me and made fun of me hiding, and the guys saw that and
came looking. Didnt take very long till they spotted me, and I ran
over where the surfers were, but they got me half-way.

Totally unfair, 6 against 1. They pushed me down and then dragged me
over where the sand is, and Miguel sat on my back and buried my face
in the sand, till I couldnt breath and got sand in my nose and mouth
and throat and my eyes. He kept yelling at me that it was payback
time. Then they turned me around on my back and his homies sat on my
arms and leg and one had my head between his legs and kept putting
sand in my mouth. Miguel sat between my legs and I totally knew what
was coming. Some of the surfers came over but they were just watching
and laughing. Why didnt they help me?? Miguel said maybe I was lucky
that I had my speedos on, maybe that would hold my balls tight and
hurt less but he didnt think so. I didnt even have time to get really
scared, I was trying not to swallow so much sand and get air.

One of the surfers said to his buddies that I was cramping up and they
guys didnt even do anything, and they were all laughing. Then Miguel
punched me dead on in the balls, and I couldnt breath at first, but
then the pain came and I inhaled and a lot of sand got in my lungs,
and I started coughing and trying to get air. Everyone was laughing
and the surfer said to Miguel “dude, you got him good!!”. I thought it
was so unfair with all of them on me and the surfers not helping.

Miguel said to them yeah but thats just the start, and then the guy
who had my head between his legs squeezed really tight and had both
hands full of sand, and then Miguel hit me again; and when I opened my
mouth to scream (cos it hurt really bad that time) he put a lot of
sand in my mouth and put both hands over it so I couldnt get it out.
Then Miguel grabbed my balls and squeezed like hell, and that hurt!!!
The one surfer guy said RIP THEM DUDE, and he started pulling too. I
got totally mad but whatever I did, I could hardly move around. My
balls were totally hurting, that was the worst ever! I mean, I beat
off when I see a guy get busted in school, and read stories on the
Internet and all, but for real is no fun. He just kept going and then
the guy that had my head let go, and I was dying for air. Miguel
stopped squeezing but he didnt let go of my balls. I was spitting sand
and grasping for air, and then one of them said oh look hes crying and
they all laughed. I didnt even think I was but it was true, my balls
hurt so bad, and the pain was creeping up in my guts.

When I could halfway breath again, the guy that was kneeling behind me
grabbed my head again, but Miguel told him to put his legs under my
head so I could see, and he did, and put his hand over my mouth again,
and then Miguel started punching my balls, real fast, and he was
really laying it in. After like the third or forth one, I was just
screaming like hell, I knew he was going to fuck up my balls BAD, and
this was already the WORST. The pain in my balls was exploding, it
came like in waves but then it was just one big pain in my sack, and I
started to see stars and everything got blurry. After like forever,
Miguel stopped finally, and the guy let go of my mouth. It hurt so
bad, I couldnt even scream, I was just sobbing and coughing from all
the sand in my throat.

Then Miguel hit me with one more, and that was the hardest of all. At
first, it hurt so bad that i could not breathe at all but then I
screamed my guts out. They all got up and I rolled into a little ball
and held my nuts. I just wanted to die. Someone said “damn that was a
killer” and Miguel said next time to watch out where I swing my bat.
Then they all walked away. I was just lying there, crying like a
little kid, and holding my balls, and whichever way I moved or rolled,
the pain wouldn’t stop.

After a while I saw this guy sitting close by, he was watching. Also
some surfer dude, but older, like 30 or so. I was totally embarrassed
but he said its ok, and sorry he couldnt help, were too many guys on
me. He gave me a bottle of water, and I sat up against the next car to
try to get some of the sand out. He said what I had done to this guy
to deserve this, but I couldnt really talk and didnt care to tell him,
either. Thank heavens he shut up after a while. After a long time, I
tried to get up to go look for my friends, but my balls hurt so bad, I
couldnt really. He got up and helped me pulling myself up against the
car, and I saw my friends’ car wasnt there anymore. I just wanted to
go home and crawl into some corner, and almost started crying again
when I saw my friends were gone. How the hell was I going to get home
like this? I know I was being a pussy, but if you ever got your balls
beat up like this, you would be, too.

The guy was really weird, he was standing real close and kinda held me
up, and then he asked if I was ok, and I told him my friends were
gone. He said he could give me a ride home. I wasnt so sure about
that, he was kind of weird, but I didnt really care, I just wanted to
go home, get in without seeing my mom or dad and chill. I said ok, and
he got his car, a beat-up old Honda. When he pulled up, he jumped out
to help me get in, but I waived him off, but he did it anyway, kinda
touchy and feely (prob a fag, but whatever).

Once I was in, I started to feel sick. The pain was coming in big
waves from my nuts, and like going right in my stomach. He grabbed a
tshirt from the back seat and asked if I wanted that to put on, but I
just shook my head, I just wanted to go home. When he was at the end
of the parking lot and went over the speed bump, I could just wave at
him to stop and just got the door open, and had to puke. Just turning
sideways to I wouldnt throw up in his car made my balls hurt even
more, and it took like 5 minutes till I was done. He was holding my by
ma shoulder, and felt me all up, that was kinda weird, but I didnt
pay much attention to it. And this guy at a car nearby was watching
me, with this disgusting look as if I had had a couple too many to
drink. I felt so miserable and then just waved at the guy next to me
to go go go! He knew the area where my house is, and every bump in the
road made my balls hurt more, even though I was holding them tight. He
was going on and on what all can happen to balls when they get beat so
bad, like permanent damage and that I need them checked out. I wished
he would just shut up and let me be.

When we got close to my house, I asked him if he could go through the
alley, so I could sneak in through the yard and avoid my mom. When he
stopped at the rear gate, he said that I couldnt go in like that,
crying and all, and gave me the t again to wipe my face and all. He
said is ok to sit there for a couple minutes, he wasnt in a rush, till
I felt better. He grabbed across me and put the back of the seat back,
so I was almost lying all the way back. We were just sitting in the
car for a while and he went on saying he had been an EMT for a couple
years, and that he better check out my nuts, and all the time he was
putting his hands on my leg and my arm and my chest and it was
starting to weird me out. He said just let me look at the nuts and to
take my hands off, maybe I didnt have to go to the doc for this. I
thought what the hell if he just wants to get a look at them in my
speedos, whatever. He said that they were totally swollen, and he
better have a look, but that was getting to freaky. I tried to get up
in the seat and go for the door, but he just pushed me back and said
not to be such a sissy. This was seriously getting weird, and I told
him I better get inside, but he just started to work my speedos down.
OK I wanted out, right now, but suddenly he hit me in the nuts and
said damn, hold still, see what happens if you jerk around? I started
to get scared, this guy was a serious perv. He pulled my speedos all
the way down to my ankles, and it freaked me out. Just for checking if
my nuts were ok that wasnt necessary, and I thought how the hell to I
get out and the last 200 feet to the house.

He grabbed my balls, and I had to inhale hard and grabbed his hand. He
said to relax and just go with it, he was just going to check if they
were ok. He said to put my hands behind my neck for a breathing
method. I though YEAH RIGHT, breathing, but couldnt think of anything
I could do, so I did it. He started squeezing them, just a little and
then harder, and to breath in and out deep. GOD THAT HURT. He said my
balls were really swollen up and that was the only way to say if they
got “swished”. I have never heard of “swished” balls!! Then he put his
other hand on my chest and told me to take a deep breath and hold it
in, and he was going to check if the cords on my nuts were OK. What
was I going to do about it.. so I inhaled and he squeezed really tight
and then pulled them down more and more. This HURT!! I started to cry
from all the pain and told him to let me go, and put my hands down to
try to get his of my balls, but he just pushed me more down with his
hand onto the seat, and got kinda pissy. He said he was just helping
me, and that I made it like he was some perv, only because he was
going out of his way to drive me home and help check me out. He
mumbled something like ungrateful asshole or something, and said to
put my hands back up behind my back and inhale again and hold it in.

I just wanted to get this over with, so I did, and he started pulling
again, till I couldnt help it anymore and screamed, then he stopped. I
went for my balls again, but he hit them quickly and said damn it, he
wasnt going to tell me a 100 times. So I shut up and kept them behind
my neck, and he was just playing with my balls for a while, mumbling
something I didnt understand.

Then he said just one more thing, and you can go in; he needed to make
sure my balls still worked OK. He said he didnt mind giving me a blow
job, just helping out, cos if I just jacked off, my balls would be
bouncing around. I said he had got to be kidding me!! But he just
grabbed my balls again and held them really tight, and that sent waves
of ball pain up in my guts. Fucking fag pervert!! I thought about all
the stuff about not getting into cars with strangers, and I had been
stupid enough to do it anyway. God dammit.

He was holding my balls real tight and said to just go with the
program, and I wouldnt have to go to the doc and explain what happened
to my balls if everything worked out. I said come on let me out, but
he looked at me like really pissed and squeezed hard, so I just laid
back and he said thats better.

Then he got down and took my dick in his mouth, and kept my nutsack in
his hand. I totally didnt want to, but after a while I couldnt help it
and got hard. That was totally weird, I have never had a guy do this
stuff with me, not even my girl friend does that. He took it out of
his mouth to spit on it a couple times, and he was working it real
good that I got close to shooting a few times, but he kept squeezing
my balls also, so I couldnt. It took forever, but in the end I had to
cum, even though he was getting really rough with my nuts. When I did,
he sucked it right out, and squeezed really hard, while I was still
shooting! The guy was not just a faggy perv, but mean too!! He kept
going at it for like 2 minutes after, and that hurt so bad I started
crying again, and then let go. I was juat a mess, held my balls and
pulled my knees up and sobbed.

He said hey I should be glad, all is working, and not to be such a
pussy. I just pulled my speedos up and got out, and he sped off, and I
didnt even get to see his license plate. I stayed in the alley for
like an hour and then limped in the house and crawled into bed, didnt
even take a shower.

Monday I didnt go to school, told my mom I was sick, and she let me
slide. This morning, I wasnt hurting so bad anymore, and it was going
to be tough to talk my mom into letting me stay home, so I went to
school. Nobody said anything, only one of my “friends” said at lunch
in the cafeteria I had really had it coming, nobody could just hit
Miguel in the nuts in front of everyone and get away with it. I
thought that was really cold.

There are lots of fucked up people in this world!

Hit the Shits

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[SWEET OLD FAV OF MINE … Kramtoad Story ID 398]

Hit the shits

Posted by SlimShady (CK) on Sun, Aug 1, 2004, 6:00 PM.

Just wrote this long e-mail to a new chat buddy of mine in Sydney, and
hes been pushing me to write up what I do for sex. I don’t care if you
like it or not, this way he is getting off my case.

Hey SlaveLabor,

it was really nice chatting with you!!! Hope we can do that more!

After we chatted, I went to the bathhouse like I said, but there was
not a lot going on. At 5am, they were cleaning mostly, and everyone
there was busy with someone else. Tried to get in on the action with
two guys but they were not really interested, so I sat by the jacuzzi
and spaced out for a while, I has coming down pretty hard. After like
20 minutes or so this black guy sat next to me and chatted me up, and
asked what I came for, and I said to get fucked good and stuff. He
laughed and said what stuff, and then he opened his towel and said if
I was afraid of this? He had a huge dick, even when it wasnt hard. I
said nice, and he told me to suck it. He was like mid 30s, pretty
muscular and all. Course I did, I could take it in about half way.
Didnt take him long to get into it, and then he grabbed my head and
pushed it down, got to be more like a face fuck. I couldn’t breathe,
because he pushed his dick in too deep, and tried to catch air in
between. Then he pulled me off and asked if I swallowed, and that he
was poz, and I said I am, too. He said no shit? and pushed me down on
it again, and then he didn’t let up, he had my head with both hands. I
got no air and couldnt breathe, and got pretty panicky, but he had my
head in a grip and kept fucking my throat. I tried to pull away to
breathe, but he wouldnt let me, just fucked my throat harder. I got a
real panic, and saw stars, I was out of air, and grabbed his balls and
pulled and squeezed hard so he would let me go, but instead he just
pushed it in deeper and faster. Then he came, and pumped a lot of cum
in my throat, and some got in my lungs when I tried to get air. He
pushed me off and I was coughing, spitting, and trying to get air, on
the floor. I saw 3 guys were standing around us watching, and 2 were
jacking off. The black guy was leaning back against the wall, legs
wide spread, holding his balls and grinning. After I calmed down some
and could breathe again, he said thats what white pussy boys get that
think they can take a black dick.

And he said that if I took his dick up my ass like I handled it in my
throat, I had to learn a lot, and what I was thinking going for his
nads like that? He said he should go pop my nuts just for that, but I
had probably enough of my nigger fantasy, and would run off like all
the scared white boys. I don’t really dig black guys, but he was
actually really ripped and hung, and I didnt want to be looked at as
some scared white boy, so I said well I didn’t get fucked yet. He said
boy, you must look for pain or punishment or whatever, and I just
looked at him and shrugged. The three guys were still there watching,
and he looked at them and said what they were looking at and to get lost.

Then he said to sit next to him, and I did. Then he grabbed my hair
and suddenly pulled really hard and jerked my head back, and started
to whisper in my ear that I should not be jerking him around, he
didn’t need some pussy white boy to think he is all tough and can take
a proud black dick, and then whimp out. He said he just blew his load,
but he could take me to his place, and that I could not back out if I
came along. Then he grabbed my nuts with his other hand, in like a
vise grip, and squeezed really hard, so that I sucked in air (it
hurt!!) and said I wasn’t going to get away with working his balls
like that, and I would get hurt. I tried to say something like what
about limits, but he said to shut up and squeezed a lot harder, and I
got tears in my eyes. He laughed and said I WAS a pussy, but I shook
my head as much as I could. Then he said if I came along it would be
the worst night of my life, and I couldn’t help it, I had to grin
(what does he know what I did before he met me??) and he got pissed
and said if I didn’t believe him or what and what kind of a twisted
little fucker I was? And he jerked my balls really hard, and it made
me yell. He pulled more on my hair, and jerked my head back more, and
for a minute or so, he squeezed and pulled on my balls very hard. I
could feel tears running down, but I tried very hard to not scream or
anything, I was breathing very hard though. There was a guy standing
next to us, and he was jerking off like crazy and then the guy shot
his jizz, and some got on me and on the black guy. That ticked him
off, and he let go of me and told the guy to get the fuck away or he
would mess him up.

I just slumped down from the wall, and was just lying there on my
back, with my feet in the jacuzzi, and didnt even dare touch my nuts.
This black guy was intense and I was thinking what now? The pain from
my nuts was creeping up my guts. The black guy used my towel to get
the cum off from the other guy, and then he turned to me and said to
meet him outside in 5 minutes, or he would be gone, he wouldn’t wait
around for me. Then he got up.

I thought fuck it, I’m not a pussy, and got up, too. On the way to my
locker I was thinking damn this is messed up; I felt like worn out, my
throat and my nuts hurt, I was tired, I was getting a headache from
the drinks earlier, I had no stuff on me for a quick line or two, and
if I should just wait for like 20 minutes inside and then go home, or
if I should go see if he was really waiting outside. This guy seemed
to be even more hardcore than my german friend, and I wondered if I
was crazy to do that. I spend two days in bed after my german friend
fucks me over (I told you about him, thats the one I love to hate,
because he wont let me be his boyfriend), and if this black guy is for
real and wasn’t putting up a show, it could be a lot worse. But I was
also curious, and thought if I don’t go, I would probably always feel
like what he said, one of those white pussy boys. That really annoyed
me, what right does he have to say that? I have done a lot of crazy
shit, and never backed out of anything, how can I be a pussy if some
college guys ran off in the bathhouse when they saw his dick? I
thought fuck it, I’m going, can’t get that bad.

So I didn’t hit the showers, just put my stuff on and went outside.
The sun was coming up already, and I did’t see him. Damn! I walked
over to my beemer, but then someone yelled at me from across the
street, and it was him, yelling where I thought I was going? I walked
over, and I got scared. He had an old 80s Cadillac, like one that I
know as “nigged up”, with shiny low rider wheels, gold trim all over,
tinted.. like a thug car. He was on the passenger side, away from the
street, and gave me the finger, telling me to come around. He looked
like a thug with his clothes on, just like the type I avoid like the
plague. When you grow up in the Park Cities, you run, and fast, when
you see people like that. He had like one of those panties on his
head, a football tshirt, baggy pants, and these huge white sneakers.
He said that was 7 minutes, and what I was thinking letting him wait,
and if I was dissing him (I guess that meant disrespect; sounded just
like in the movies, I had to grin). He said what you think this is
funny, and made 2 steps forward, and punched me really hard in my
stomach. I doubled over and went down on my knees, I totally did not
see that coming. I was holding my stomach, and trying to get air, and
I was looking at his sneakers right in front of my face. He said
something about white pussy boys again (fuck that!!) and about we
think we look maybe hot and work out in the gym but can’t take even a
good punch. He said to get in the car or that was my last chance to
crawl over to my nice beemer and go home to some fancy house and look
for other hot pussy white boys. I thought I better not tell him ever
where I live that would have made it only worse.

But his attitude about the white boy stuff really ticked me off, and
before I thought about it too much, I managed to get up and got in his
car. He threw my backpack in the back, got in, too, and put on some
rap music. His stereo was even better than mine (I need to talk to the
guys at my shop, his basses were a lot better damn it). He got on the
freeway and headed south, and didn’t say much, the music was so loud
anyway. I have never been in a car like this one, was like in a bad
movie. I was holding my stomach, he really nailed it to my spine, and
the drive in the low rider didn’t help, I felt every single bump on
the road in my stomach. I don’t get why people do that to their cars,
even if they like the look, its no fun to drive. I was just sitting
there and thinking what I got myself into, and it didn’t help at all
that he took an offramp into South Dallas and into really bad
neighborhoods. South Dallas is totally no-no land for me, in high
school I drove through it sometimes with friends, that was like a
dare. Looked really scary, only black people, everything totally run
down, bars on every window. He drove for like 20 minutes total, and
then stopped in front of an appartment building, that looked like the
projects in the movies. The sun was totally up by now, and there were
people around, drinking beer out of big glass bottles (the 40
ouncers), and they had one of those ghetto blasters turned up loud. He
said to get the fuck out of the car, and I reached for my backpack but
he said to screw that. When I got out, some of the guys saw me and
started yelling, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. He
yelled back at them and came around the car. I couldn’t figure out
what they were yelling about, and he slapped me in the neck. Then he
told me to take off my socks and sneakers (new Adidas, I just got them
last week), and he threw them over to them. He took my socks and
rolled them up and put them in his pocket.

Then he turned me around and grabbed my tshirt, and looked at the
label, and then he saw it was D&G and told me to take that off, too. I
said what for (it cost me $90, and he had just thrown them my new
sneakers), and he just backhanded me, really hard, and it hurt! I fell
against the car, and thought this is going bad, but before he hit me
again, I took it off, and he threw it over to them, too, but it didn’t
make it. One of the other black guys came over, and took it, and then
he came all the way over to us, and looked me up and down and said I
looked like I was about to shit my pants, and everyone laughed and
high-fived. Then the two of them talked for a bit, and I could not
even understand that they said, but every other word was like fuck or
motherfucker. Then the one guy walked back to the group, and the guy I
was with just walked towards the complex. I didn’t know what else to
do, and followed him. There was a lot of broken glass around, and I
had to watch out not to get my bare feet get cut.

We had to walk up a couple stairs and all the way to the end of the
building. There was trash everywhere, and it stank. In three of the
appartments we walked by there were people yelling and screaming
inside, and I thought how can anyone live like that? Sunday morning at
like 6 or 6:30am, and it is like that? Feels like hell. And I was also
getting really scared, in a moment, we would be in his place. I was
thinking if I shouldn’t run, but then where was I going to run to,
bare feet, no shirt, and in the middle of the ghetto? He didn’t even
look back at me, and we got to his place. His door was not even
locked, he just walked in. His “appartment” was like a dump, just a
big mattress on the floor, clothes piled up, thrash and empty bottles,
just a one room with a kitchen behind a curtain and a bathroom. The
kitchen looked like it had not been cleaned in a while, and there was
stuff piled up high in the sink, and it smelled bad inside.

He slammed the door shut and then he took off his clothes, except for
that black panty hose on his head. I just stood there, I didn’t know
what to do. He had like a half boner, and came up to me real close and
looked me in the eyes and said if I knew I was gonna get fucked up
now? Then he laughed and said I was shaking all over, and I realized I
really was. He said the last nigger that went for his balls like I did
earlier, spent a couple weeks in the hospital, and I was going to pay
for that. Just as he said it, he rammed his knee full force in my
nuts, and the pain exploded in my sack. It was like in slow motion, I
doubled over, went down on my knees, holding my balls and then I saw
stars for a moment. He said something, but I didn’t really hear, and
then I heard when he said that I better toughen up fast, or he would
get really pissed. I felt totally miserable, and started to cry. He
started swearing at me, and then grabbed my hair and pulled me across
the floor into the bathroom, next to the pot. It felt like he was
ripping my hair out. He was kicking me and pulling me up by the hair,
till I was on my knees in front of him, squeezed in between the
commode and the wall. Then he pushed his dick in my mouth and said
drink this and called me white faggot boy and all kinds of other
stuff. Then he started to piss, and I couldnt do anything but try to
swallow. A lot went out, and I felt it running down on me, and then I
started to cough, when I needed to breathe and I got some in my lungs.
He must not have pissed all day and didnt let me go. He held me by my
ears and would not let me get off his dick, and it was like he was
ripping off my ears, but I had to get air! No chance though, but I
couldnt swallow any more even though it came coming, and then most got
out all over me. When it finally stopped, he said to lick it clean,
but I was coughing too much, I couldn’t even try. He pulled me up hard
by my hair and slapped me a bunch of times. Then he let go of my hair,
and kicked me, and that hurt a lot, I was squeezed in and couldn’t
move away.

Then he went out of the bathroom, and I rolled up on the floor and
cried, I felt really sorry for myself, and cursed myself for being so
stupid. I should have just walked away at the bathhouse, better to be
called a pussy than this, and it could only get worse. He yelled at me
to pull myself together.

My jeans were full of piss, I would just throw them away after. Damn
that was another $170. He yelled to take them off, wipe the piss off
and come out, now. I took them off (didn’t wear underwear when I went
to the bathhouse) and looked for a towel. There was only one on the
floor, and it was filthy! The entire bathroom was.

When I looked in the mirror, I saw my lip was busted, I didn’t even
feel that. I looked like shit, my hair was all filthy from the piss in
it. I got out of the bathroom, and he was standing there with a big
bottle of beer, drinking like half of it without stopping. Then he
took some pills, and drank more to wash them down. He said to come
over to him, and I did, slowly, because I was so scared what he would
do next. His dick was totally hard. When I got close, he punched me in
the face, and I fell backwards on the floor, next to the mattress.
That really hurt, I thought that is going to be a black eye for sure.
Damn it!!

He said I had nice balls for a white guy, but when he was done with
them, they wouldnt be so pretty, and he sat on my knees and slammed
his fist dead on into my balls. I screamed and tried to protect my
balls, but he grabbed my arms and got in my face and said fucking
white pussy. He got up and I rolled into a ball. He went over and got
my socks from his pants, and told me to eat it. I put the roll in my
mouth and he got a roll of duct tape and taped it over my mouth. It
was really hard to breathe, I had all kind of snot in my nose. Then he
got some rope, was like the one used to dry clothes outside, and he
tied my hands behind my back, totally tight, and then he turned me on
my back and sat on my legs again. He looked at me and said now I was
going to pay for grabbing his balls earlier.

Then he started hitting them, first with his right fist, then with
both. He bashed them dead on, he did not hold back at all! My balls
felt like they were exploding, and I started screaming in my socks
with the first hit, I have never been in so much pain in my entire
life. Not even my german friend beats my balls like that.

He didnt give me any breaks, just kept hitting, and he didnt’t give a
shit about me. It hurt so bad, and after just a little bit I couldnt
scream and breath through my nose, and the crying put even more snot
in my nose. Then he stopped, and after a bit I could get some air, but
I was hurting so bad, it felt like my balls and my stomach were on
fire. The pain from my balls were like a pulse up to my chest, and my
stomach was cramping. If I had eaten anything, I would have been
puking my heart out. When I could breathe halfway normal, he said I
was a typical white pussy, can’t even take a beating on the nuts. That
made me really mad, but I couldn’t stop crying, it just hurt too bad.
He said I should stop screaming, it just made it harder to breathe. He
said if I screamed just one more time, he was going to break my balls.
I couldn’t believe I was so stupid to go with him, and get myself into
this, just so I wouldn’t be called a pussy?? If I got out of this in
one piece, I swore to myself that I would walk away the next time.
Then he hit me again, this time slower, so he could check if I was
screaming. That was the hardest thing to do, not to scream, but I was
afraid he would really break my balls. He went on and on, I thought he
would never stop. My balls hurt so bad, and after a while I got in the
zone, it was like every time he hit my balls, someone was hitting my
skull from the inside. Not long after that, all got dark.

When I came to, I took a deep breath, the socks were out. I was on my
stomach on the mattress, and my arms were tied, felt like the rope
went under the mattress. I looked around, and it was just before 10 on
the clock on the wall, and he wasnt there. My entire body was hurting,
and there was like this bell going off in my head. My nuts were the
worst, and if I moved even a little bit, they send sharp pains up my
stomach. I felt like shit, and my stomach was cramping and I felt like
throwing up, but only a little bit of green stuff came out. I couldnt
even swallow, my throat hurt and was totally dry and sore. I just
wanted to go home or crawl into some deep dark hole. It was totally
hot in there, no air conditioning, must have been at least 90 degrees.
I was drenched in sweat, and the mattress felt wet. I could just lie
there, and try not to move, because of my balls. After a bit, I
started crying hard, for being so stupid and because it hurt so bad.
People were yelling outside and the ghetto blaster was still on very
loud.

After like 10 or 15 minutes he came in, and slammed the door again. I
just froze up, and he said finally I was awake. Then he stepped on the
mattress and put his foot on my balls, squeezing them with his toes. I
screamed, and he got on his knees and then said in my ear that if I
screamed just one more time, he would beat my balls again.

Then he took his pants off, and pulled his belt out (I could hear
that), and then he hit me with the belt on my back and ass. That
really stung, but it was worse to move from it, because my nutz moved
in the sack. Lucky this didn’t last long. Then he spread my legs far,
and knelt down between then, and said remember what I told you about
screaming. Then he pushed two fingers up my ass, and I farted
(couldn’t help it). He said I was dissing him, and he hit my balls
hard. That hurt sooo bad, I bit my tongue not to scream, and it tasted
like blood. Then he pulled me up a little, and pushed his dick up my
ass, and that HURT!! I have gotten fucked a lot, but his dick was the
biggest ever, it was like he ripped my ass up. He pushed it all the
way in, and then he stopped. It hurt so bad, I could not even breathe
and I clenched my teeth so hard, I could have made imprints. He said
how does it feel you fucking pussy bitch, thats what you wanted. I
just wanted it to be over, get out and get home.

Then he started raping my ass, but after a while it didn’t hurt as bad
anymore, just my balls were killing me, because they bounced around a
lot. He took forever, and it started feeling good, and then everything
got really warm inside and I got with it, and just thought about his
dick fucking me all the way. He stopped for a moment and felt my dick
and said bitch you are hard, you are fucking enjoying this, and he
pulled my ass up, grabbed my balls, squeezed them and jacked me, and
fucked even harder than before. He said I was not going to get out of
there until I came. It was totally intense, my balls were killing me,
and he squeezed like crazy and jacked me totally fast. I never felt
anything like that before, so much pain and him hitting my spot sooo
good, and then he came. He jerked me up more, twisting my neck, and I
could feel him cumming inside. He groaned really loud, and he was
almost ripping my balls off, and then I came, too. I didn’t think
after all of that I could not even shoot anything, but it came and
came, and he didn’t stop jacking me.

Then he let go of me, and got a knife and cut the rope. I could just
lay there, I felt like I was not going to be able to move a single
muscle for a week. Then he put his pants back on, and kicked me in the
side and said to get out. I had a hard time to get up and crawled more
than walked to get my jeans from the bathroom. It was hard to put them
on, they stank of piss and every move hurt my sore balls. He said get
going bitch, and then he walked out, and I limped along after him. In
the hallway there were some people, and they were laughing at me and
saying stuff like white bitch and so on, and one pushed me against the
wall when I passed him. Downstairs I stepped into some glass and cut
my foot, wasn’t paying attention. He told me to get in the car, and
then he drove to a McDonald’s a mile away, and said there are phones
around, and to get the fuck lost. When I tried to grab my back pack
from the back seat, he raised his arm as if he was going to hit me
again, and I thought screw it.

It was a scary area, only black people around, and it took me a bit to
find a phone. Luckily, he didn’t take my wallet, and I called a cab. I
was scared of all the people there, most everyone was yelling at me,
and I thought I wait in the McD, but they kicked me out, saying no
shoes no shirt, get lost. Took the cab 20 minutes to get there, that
was a long time with all the people yelling and teasing me. The cab
driver almost didn’t take me, not until I gave him $50, and he gave me
this long look when I told him where I wanted to go. Like as if I had
said to the moon please. But for $50, he didn’t care.

I had him stop in the alley, and climbed over the fence, I sure did
not want anyone to see me. At this time earlier, almost everyone is at
church, so not much chance that anyone would see me, but did not want
to take the chance to go through the drive way and call for the gate
to open (the opener is still in my beemer at the bathhouse, I have to
go get the car sometime). It was hard to get over the fence, I have
done it a gazillion times to sneak out and in, but I was too sore.
Took me almost 20 minutes.

I don’t think I am going to do any crazy shit anytime soon, after this.

It Was a Strange Party

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Here’s another one from K’s old site. I even think it was one of the story contest winners.

It Was a Strange Party
posted by Dallas Texas

Cal, a very old friend of mine, and the first and only guy I intentionally busted but that was back when we were, you guessed it, 13 or so had contacted me and asked if I could come out for a visit. So a couple of months and many emails later I was getting off the plane in San Francisco to spend the weekend.

Cal met me at the plane holding a Dallas sign. Shit had he changed over the years. Hope you don’t mind, he said but we are headed to a party this weekend. We then rolled into old times and what have you been up to the last 15 years stuff that I won’t bore you with here.

The location of the party was a really nice place, very secluded with a beautiful pool and lots of lawn chairs on the deck looking out over the city. Nice place.

Cal had warned me that it was a small group of guys that get together now and then and just spend the weekend partying and watching sports. Occasionally there are couple of girls that show up but mostly it’s a stag party. He wasn’t sure what was happening at this one.

Walked in to the party and the host came up in boxer shorts. After the usual salutations he turned to me and asked if I was boxers or briefs. Briefs, I said, and Cal took my arm and said that I had better start off with boxers.

So after we changed into the party attire, shorts and nothing else, we joined the party. There were maybe 16 guys there and no women. Too bad. But the guys were all great and I was soon having a really good time talking sports and checking out the pool. There were several in boxers and a few in briefs. The briefs were white and tight. I was looking at this with a puzzled expression when the host asked if Cal had explained the party to me. Not really I guess. Here, let me give you a hint. See that guy walking towards us, the one in the briefs? Well watch. The host left the cold beer he had brought and then walked to meet this guy. As the host walked by, his hand shot out and nailed the guy square in the nuts. Fuck the guy mouth as he started down in a squat. Then he crawled up into a chaise and put his head back to absorb fully what had just happened.

Cal came over. He asked if I understood what it was all about. Not really I said. Well if you are wearing boxers, you are here for the company. If you are wearing briefs and your dick is pointing up, your nuts are fair game. There was a rule change about a year ago when one guy got nailed three times before he got changed into his boxers after he had had enough. So now, it is only if you have reached down and pulled your dick up. It’s why the shorts are on the small size, keeps it up. But the host is in boxers so why did he. Cal stopped me and said with a twinkle in his eye, well, no one in briefs is really going to complain now are they?

As the evening wore on, more and more guys were switching to briefs. More and more bust were going on. But it was all pretty tame stuff. Still I was beginning a cold sweat thinking that I might like to really join the party. I was sitting on the sofa by the bar lost in these thoughts when this guy walked over in briefs and put one foot up on the arm of the sofa. He was looking at the TV and began commenting on the game. His package was neatly positioned and in the proper alignment and in my face. Okay, hell I will oblige him. Felt his two plums give way absorbing my blow. It had been a long time since I nailed someone and I enjoyed the instant replay going on in my mind. I could see and feel those balls shoot up, finally held in place by scrotum and cloth. I loved it. I loved the expression on his face. Even in this environment, it was one of shock. The host came over and said to the guy that just got racked, you lose the bet. He looked at me and said that the guy, now in blissful discomfort, had bet that you weren’t a player. It was a nice shot.

After watching a few more busts, I couldn’t resist. I hadn’t been busted in a really long time. I went back to the bedroom and checked out the briefs. There was the 32 inch waist I was looking for. Took off the boxers, and slid into the briefs. They were tight. Reached in, pulled my cock up and checked myself out in the mirror. Yeah, that is pretty obvious. My heart was pounding, my knees were shaking. I shook myself down and went back out to the party. I wasn’t ready just yet.

Cal was still in boxers when he came up to me. Thought you might join he said. Take your time. I’m going to go change now myself.

I was standing there outside by the pool when I finally smiled at myself and said oh hell; you know you want it, do it. I reached down inside the brief and pulled my cock up. My eyes were closed as I was expecting to get nailed any second but it wasn’t that quick in coming. Cal came over, flag down, and said alright!

A half hour had passed and nothing. I had almost forgotten about the whole thing when it came from nowhere. Both balls were instantaneously yelling. The blows had been delivered one-two. The host had come over to distract me. I had been standing there talking to Cal and Charlie, the guy that I had busted earlier, when the host had come up from behind and put his hand on my shoulder. I had turned my head to listen to what he was saying in my ear when Charlie and Cal had done the deed in a welcome to the club gesture. My knees had buckled and I put my arm on Cal’s chest and was resting my head there. I stood, leaning on Cal, shaking. The dull pain was building in my guts as I was looking down at the ground trying to catch my breath. Then I saw the open palm in a blur heading for my already aching sack. I couldn’t move in time. The connection was square on. This time the nuts, already pulled up and tight from the initial insult, didn’t give to the blow. This shot went straight to my guts in an explosive flashing light of pain and I fell to the floor. Cal had nailed me a third time. You might want to get your dick down he said. But it didn’t matter now; I was well covered curved up, and on the floor. I couldn’t even breathe.

After 10 minutes or so, they helped me up and laid me out on the deck chair. I wouldn’t rejoin the party for another hour or more. Once, I tried, but as soon as I started to get up the ache returned and I went back down. Cal brought me an ice pack and a drink. Been waiting a long time to return the favour he said with a wink. Well, Cal, I wouldn’t raise the flag here tonight if you value your nuts. Cal reached down and grabbed my nuts, lightly it didn’t take much. He smiled at me and then got up, reached inside his briefs and pulled he cock up. See ya around Dallas, and soon I hope.

Virtual Kick

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An archeologist was out digging recently and found this.

This was the first story posted on kramtoad.com.

Enjoy.

-K

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12/13/2001 3:42 PM
virtual kick

Someone at a Yahoo Club said he was in need of a good kick.
Not being able to do it in person I wrote this for him.

—

Mike is sitting on the steps of his front porch
on a bright spring day. The warm sun shines on
Mike’s exposed chest warming him. Mike’s eyes
are closed and he is half asleep.

Up the sidewalk strolls Kramtoad. He stops and yells
out ‘Hey, Mike, man!” Mikes eyes slowly open and
thinks “huh? Who are you?” Mike stands up and
climbs down the stairs to the sidewalk. Kramtoad
walks up to Mike and say “Mike! I haven’t seen you
for years!” Mike, still confused, responds “Do I
know you?” Kramtoad smiles, grabs Mike’s biceps,
stares him right in the eyes and says “No, but you
will never forget me!”.

Kramtoad gives Mike’s biceps a good hard squeeze and
then with all his strength drives his right knee
into the bulge in Mike’s jeans.

Mike lets out a sharp “ah” as his nads explode. He
starts to fall as his legs collapse but Kramtoad
holds him up. Mike is in a world of hurt, he reaches
for his crotch but Kramtoad plants a knee there first.

Kramtoad lets go of Mike. Mike falls to his knees and
then forward with his ass sticking up in the air with
his legs spread just wide enough…

Kramtoad walks around behind Mike and gives him another
swift kick in the nads. (Shots from behind are always
the best, aren’t they?) Mike lets out an “Oooaaaahh”,
rolls on to his side and passes out.

Having performed his service, Kramtoad wanders off down
the street. He pulls out his list entitled “Guys to
Virtually Kick” and puts a check next to Mike’s name.

Gymnastics team

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The gymnastics team at my small upstate New York High School
was hot. The football team, on the other hand, suffered loss
after loss and wasn’t very happy about it. I was one of the
hot gymnasts and as such received the hate filled glares of
the football jocks who couldn’t stand anyone better then them
(which was everyone). One day they hatched a little plan to
put us in our place….

I always stayed late after practice to work out in the weight
room. By the time I left the janitors were usually getting
ready to shut off the lights. Late one afternoon I was on my
way from the weight room to the locker room. As I walked past
one of the wrestlers practice rooms the Captain of the football
team, Carl Wingert, jogged up behind me. He said he wanted to
talk and seemed real serious about something. I figured maybe
he wanted to make peace between the football jerks and the
gymnasts. He opened the door to the practice room and said it
would be more private in there. It didn’t dawn on me that there
wasn’t anyone else around so the hallway was pretty private
already.

So silly trusting me walked into the room and promptly had each
arm grabbed by two guys that were hiding behind the door. I said
something silly like “Hey, let me go!” and they kinda snickered.
The door closed behind me and Carl planted himself about three
feet in front of me and gave me his standard “I’m a way cool
football player and you’re scum” look. There were two others
there besides the ones holding me, each of them giving me the
same stupid look. I glared back at Carl and had just opened my
mouth to ask he what the hell he thought he was doing when
something slammed into my crotch turning my nuts into twin
eruptions of fire.

Waves of pain surged from my nuts up into my belly. I wanted
to stay on my feet but that was not to be since my muscles
turned to jelly and my legs buckled as the guys holding me let
go and I collapsed. I’m sure my body made a nice thud as it
hit the mats but I didn’t hear it. My throbbing balls and my
aching guts had grown to fill my universe, they were all I knew.
Though I did hear faint laughter in the background.

I lay on my side with my knees pulled up to my chest trying not
to breath. That seemed to ease the pain in my belly… just a bit.
I tried cradling my balls in my hands only to learn that even
that gentle touch caused a stab of pain to fly through my balls.
So my hands just hung between my legs.

A couple years ago my younger brother and I were messing around,
chasing each other, wrestling when one of us got ahold of the
other. He hit me in the nuts (by accident he claims) and it hurt
like hell for a couple minutes and then we went back at it. That
little knock in the nads was nothing compared to this. This was
the big time nad popping Real Thing. The throbbing pain my balls
wasn’t going away. My churning belly felt like a giant claw had
been rammed up my asshole and was twisting and grabbing, trying
to pull my guts down into my nut sack. I was not a happy puppy.

Through all that I felt someone grab my legs and yank my sneakers
off…..

I lay there unable to move, not wanting to move, but moving
anyway. Actually, it was someone moving me. I felt one leg
being pulled away from my pain racked curled up body and my
sneaker being yanked off. Then the other leg and the other
sneaker. Pulling my knees back to my chest was all I wanted
to do at that point but I had been rolled on to my back and
my legs were being pinned down. Then someone grabbed my
t-shirt and pulled it up over my head pulling my arms along
with it so my hands ended up over my head. Before I could
react someone grabbed my arms and held them down. It didn’t
matter, my arms were still jello, a two year old could have
pinned me.

I didn’t really understand what was happening because my
burning balls were still the center of my attention. In
some little corner on my brain I realized what was happening
now was not good and this nauseating episode was far from
over.

Then something hit me hard in my belly. My convulsive attempt
to curl up again failed as waves of pain shot through my guts.
The claw up my asshole was doing a good job of it. Then I
realized my shorts were being pulled off. My jock went at the
same time. Whoever was doing it wasn’t being gentle, my balls
got knocked around creating twin stabs of pain that hung in
my nads for a long moment then shot up into my belly. My eyes
filled with tears and I tried to beg, “Please stop”. I suspect
that all that came out of my mouth was a meager gurgle.

I felt my legs being spread apart. Someone laughed. My balls
exploded again.

They had me on my back. Naked. My arms pinned above my head.
My legs spread wide exposing my crotch. There must have been
a bullseye painted on my balls because they took hit after
agonizing hit. I struggled. The pressure on my arms and legs
increased locking me down. I screamed, I know it did. This
time it was a real scream not just a wimpy gurgle. My next
scream was cut short as something was shoved into my mouth.
(I found out later it was my jock.)

Something plowed into balls again. It felt like my balls were
being pounded into mush. Waves of fire swept through my belly
and nausea churned in my stomach. I wanted to puke but nothing
came up. I gagged on my jock, my lungs strained but I couldn’t
breath. My head raised as I tried to spit out the jock and
through my tear blurred vision I saw a guy kneeling next to me.
He pulled his arm back and then rammed his fist into my crotch.
I guess someone figured I was having trouble breathing because
the jock was pulled out of my mouth. (I guess they figured it
would have been uncool if I died.) I gulped air only to have
it blasted back out by the next blow.

My balls were no longer safe and snug in their sack. They had
descended into fiery hell trailing my quivering twisted guts
with them.

Somewhere along the line things started to get gray and the
once awful pain subsided into a dull ache. The lights slowly
dimmed and went out.

The next two days were a fog. I remember feeling sleepy and
comfortably warm. Those were some good drugs. I wish I could
get some more of that stuff. 🙂 After that my balls hurt for
a week and ached for a few more. I only missed two weeks of
practice and was back competing after three even though my
nads were still sensitive. I asked the doctors to check my
ass to make sure the claw was gone. They said there was no
sign of it ever having been there. But I know different.

The jerks that busted me were all expelled. Carl and one of
the others ended up in prison. The football team lost every
game the rest of that season. The gymnastics team and I went
on to win State. I guess their plan backfired even though they
got me pretty good.

Odd jobs (m/m story)

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Odd Jobs (m/m) (by aznbbuster79 on Fri April 12th, 2013 8:49 AM)

“864. It’s over there on the right.” Jeff pointed to a pale blue house on the corner. 

“Looked normal enough,” Marty thought to himself as he pulled his car up along the curb.

They parked and walked up to the front door. 

A couple days ago, Marty had responded to an online ad offering to pay guys willing to fight while being filmed. The criteria was that the guys had to be good looking, athletic, and not the least bit shy.  

Marty and Jeff fit the bill. Marty was 23, a clean 6 ft, with short black hair. His friend Jeff was 22, 6’1, with spiky blond hair. The two met through working odd jobs in construction and became fast friends. Blue-collar work was like a free gym membership. All the outdoor labor kept them tanned and toned. As far as looks were concerned, let’s just say whenever the two boys hit the bars, they never had to fight over girls. The girls were the ones fighting over them.

Unlike Jeff, Marty had previous experience with these online ads. He’d been filmed while wrestling other guys. Some fake. Some real. Almost always he was asked to take his shirt off. Some times he’d be asked to do a little more. Marty never really minded. As long as it pays, a job’s a job.  

Marty wasn’t sure if his friend Jeff would share the same view, but he knew that Jeff was pretty strapped for cash. He had mentioned being short on rent this month. When Jeff agreed to apply to the ad, Marty knew that the two of them would be a popular pair. Sure enough, Marty and Jeff got the call to come in. 

A man in his early forties answered the door. His name was Tom. Tom wasn’t particular good looking or bad looking. Just normal looking. That was what Marty had come to expect. These ad posters might be perverts, but they always looked like the average Joe. 

Tom looked the two boys over and then invited them in. He must have liked what he saw. 

After some brief chitchat, Tom went about explaining how today’s activities would unfold. 

“You boys will be battling against each other on a wrestling mat while I film. You win if your opponent taps out or gets knocked out like in any submission fight. Understand?” Tom explained. The two guys nodded.  

Tom continued on, “In most fighting competitions, the only area off limits is below the belt. Well, this is the exact opposite. The only area you’re allowed to attack your opponent is the groin.”

The two shot back looks of confusion. 

Marty spoke up, “You mean punch each other in the balls?” 

Tom nodded, “Punch, kick, squeeze. That’s all fair.” 

Jeff leaned over to Marty and whispered, “Dude, I dunno. I wanna have kids one of these days.” 

Marty ignored his friend’s concerns and shot back at Tom, “How much do we get?” 

Tom pulled out a stack of bills from the drawer behind him and told them, “$500 to the winner.”

Jeff turned to Marty with raised eyebrows. That was more money than Jeff was used to making in a week. Marty remained unimpressed though, or at least pretended to be. 

“How about $800?” Marty countered. 

Tom smiled at the kid’s bargain, “I can do that.”

Jeff pulled Marty aside. He whispered, “I could cover my rent with that money, but I’m kinda freaking out.”

“It’s no biggie,” Marty calmed his friend and whispered, “We don’t have to even hit each other that hard and then we can split the cash afterwards.” 

The two boys came back to Tom to accept his terms.  

“Alright but I want to see real strikes. If you’re faking, I’ll know. Then the deal’s off. Understood?” 

Marty nodded but was visibly annoyed that Tom had predicted their move.  

Tom led the two of them to the living room where all the furniture had been cleared out and a large wrestling mat lay across the floor.  

As Tom whipped out a large camcorder and fiddled with the settings, the two young men took to the center of the mat. They began loosening themselves up. Marty stretched out his back. Jeff jogged in place. 

Tom peaked his head out from behind his camera and said, “Oh and one more thing. Just to put an added stake to this match. The loser has to strip naked and jack off in front of camera.” 

Marty was certain that would be the deal breaker for Jeff. He was shocked when Jeff casually nodded his head.  

When the camera started rolling, the two friends turned combatants began circling each other on the mat. They took their time waiting for the right moment to strike. Both had a hand guarding his respective nuts. Each shot a few low swipes that were easily defended, just to feel out his opponent. 

Finally, Marty lunged at Jeff and the two locked up at the arms. Their feet danced behind them to keep the target between their legs at a distance. 

Jeff attacked first. He aimed low with a kick but missed Marty’s crotch.  

His second kick was a direct hit. Marty groaned from the impact to his balls.  

On his third kick, Jeff swung his foot up but Marty caught Jeff’s leg with his hands. With Jeff off balance, Marty proceeded to deliver consecutive snap kicks that connected square into the nuts. Jeff cried out and clutched his aching balls. 

Marty immediately followed up by sweeping Jeff’s other leg, knocking him down on the mat. He kept hold of Jeff’s right ankle, spread his legs wide, and finished with a devastating stomp down into his friend’s package.  

“Ah fuck! My balls!” Jeff yells out as the size 12 Addidas ground into his nuts.

“Give up or I’m gonna grind your nuts ‘til they’re peanut butter.” Marty taunted.

Jeff bucked around wildly such that Marty lost his grip on Jeff’s ankle. Big mistake. Jeff’s heel drove right into Marty’s nads. Marty let out a cough as he stumbled back. 

With his opponent momentarily stunned, Jeff leapt up and tackled Marty to the floor. Jeff wedged his knee in between Marty’s legs and then leaned in with all his weight.  

“My nuts! Get off!” Marty yelled as his balls were smashed. 

“You give up?” Jeff pressed.

“No!” 

Not hearing the right answer, Jeff proceeded to lift himself up and drop his knee back down into Marty’s balls. Marty writhed in agony. Jeff smiled fiendishly.  

Tom chose that moment to bring his camera close to Jeff’s face. Growing self conscious, Jeff dropped his guard for a second. A second was all it took for Marty to lean up and hammer his fist into Jeff’s groin.  

Jeff groaned from the low blow and fell off of Marty. 

Both boys stayed lying on the ground. They were breathing hard and clutching their aching nuts.

As bad as Marty was hurting, he knew he had to go back on the offense before his opponent could recover. 

Marty crawled over to Jeff. He rolled Jeff on his back and tried to pry his hands free. Jeff’s hands were like Fort Knox protecting his jewels. No matter how hard Marty pulled, they would not budge. 

Marty needed to find another way to sneak past Jeff’s guarding hands. Suddenly, an idea formed in his head. Marty began to slip his fingers into Jeff’s shorts. 

“No!” Jeff screamed and diverted to protect himself from this new attack. He managed to slow Marty’s intruding hand, but soon enough Marty forced his way inside Jeff’s shorts.  

His intention had been to stay above the underwear, but in the heat of the battle Marty’s hand accidentally slipped underneath the elastic waistband of Jeff’s boxers. 

At this point, the two boys were both laughing nervously over this surprising turn of events. Embarrassed or not, Marty kept inching his hand deeper down Jeff’s boxers.

Marty’s fingers first brushed through the coarse pubic hair and then cruised over what he knew must have been Jeff’s penis. He traced his way along the scrotum until he had Jeff’s right testicle enclosed in his palm. It felt like a large bean. 

“Checkmate. You gotta give up.” Marty pressured his friend.

Fear filled Jeff’s eyes, but still he shook his head. 

To show he meant business, Marty gave the captured ball a light squeeze. Jeff squealed. 

“I don’t want to do it, man.” Marty threatened. 

“I’m not submitting!” Jeff shot out.

With that, Marty began to bear down tighter on the captured testicle. The pain surged through Jeff’s body. His muscles trembled. His eyes went wide. His mouth formed a big O as he let out a quiet groan. Marty wondered if that’s what his friend’s face looked like when he had an orgasm.

Marty continued to work over Jeff’s nut but still could not earn a submission. He liked Jeff and didn’t really want to do any permanent damage. After a good five minutes of squeezing, Marty finally released Jeff’s testicle.  

A new plan formed inside Marty’s head. He figured Jeff’s reluctance to give in stemmed from a fear of getting naked in front of the camera. Marty decided to make his friend confront his fears head on. 

Marty started by pealing off Jeff’s shirt. He followed by stripping off Jeff’s shoes, socks, and shorts. Completely dazed, Jeff had no idea what was happening. He just lied on the mat, groaning. It wasn’t until Marty began to tug down on his boxers, that Jeff began to protest.  

“Dude, don’t.” Jeff objected. 

Having endured so much testicular abuse, Jeff could mount little resistance and soon enough the boxers came off. The young man was left stark naked on the wresting mat. 

Jeff weakly tried to cover up his nudity, but Marty pulled his hands away so that his privates were in full view. Like a vulture, Tom swooped in with his camera and got an up close view of Jeff’s genitals. Jeff’s face turned bright red, which coincidentally matched the color of his aching ball sack. 

“Game over,” Marty got up in Jeff’s face and smiled tauntingly, “You lose.”

Getting humiliated on camera must have left a bitter taste in Jeff’s mouth. Jeff leaned forward and spat in Marty’s face.  

Marty’s smile faded. It had been all fun and games up until this point, but now he was furious. Marty was so angry that he didn’t even bother wiping the glob of spit off his face. Instead he seized Jeff’s balls, stretched his sack to its limit so that both testicles were trapped in his hand. Then with his other hand, Marty began pounding his fist into Jeff’s bare nuts. Smack! Smack! Smack!

The pain coursed through Jeff’s body. It was more than he could handle. 

“Stop! I give up! I give up!” Jeff repeated.  

By this point, Marty had no intention of accepting surrender. He meant to pulverize his friend’s balls and continued to drive his fist down into the twin targets. Over and over. 

Under this relentless barrage, Jeff’s eyes grew dim and he started to black out. That’s when Tom leaned over Marty’s shoulder and whispered into his ear, “I’ll make it an even grand if you can make him cum.”

Marty paused. He contemplated this offer made by this devil over his shoulder. He knew it’d be weird to jerk off his friend, but throwing more money in the pot made it very tempting.

Marty gave his decision by simply wiping the spit from his face and then proceeding to grab hold of Jeff’s dick. He began rubbing his friend’s member with his saliva-covered hand.  

Still barely conscious, Jeff’s eyes were mere slits. Although his mind seemed gone, his body was more responsive. His cock began to fill out like a long balloon being inflated. And as it turned out, it was a very long balloon.

Marty worked his hand all around the head of his friend’s cock. Precum began to ooze out. With his other hand, he played around with Jeff’s balls. Jeff let out quiet moans of pleasure. 

“Have you done this before?” Tom teased. 

Marty didn’t respond. The answer was too obvious.

Marty sped up the pace of his strokes, bringing his hand up and down Jeff’s dick faster and faster. Jeff’s breathing quickened accordingly. The veins on his shaft began to throb. Right when he knew his friend was close, Marty then squeezed Jeff’s balls with all his might.  

Jeff’s eyes shot open, his mouth formed a big O, and he screamed at the top of his lungs. Then a huge stream of cum erupted from Jeff’s cock. The hot jizz shot all over his own face. 

Watching Jeff blow his load, Marty thought to himself, “Hmm. He does make the same face.”

As Jeff slipped into unconsciousness, Marty finally released his grip from his friend’s balls. He casually smeared the cum all over Jeff’s now peaceful looking face.  

After capturing a few more up close angles of Jeff’s battered balls, Tom shut down his camera. 

“Great job,” Tom congratulated Marty and reached out to shake hands. 

Their handshake was a slimy one given Jeff’s cum, but Tom didn’t seem to mind. 

Tom pulled out a wad of cash and passed it to Marty. 

“What are you going to do with your winnings?” Tom asked. 

“Not sure. I’ll probably give Jeff enough of a cut so he can pay his rent.” Marty answered.  

“That’s generous of you.”

“Well just enough. I’m sure once next month rolls around, he’ll need to find some more odd jobs.” 

“You two are welcome back here anytime.”

Marty collected his winnings, then collected his friend, and then headed back to his car.  

On the car ride home, Jeff woke up. His head all groggy, he turned to Marty and asked, “What happened?” 

“Match is over,” Marty replied. 

Jeff suddenly became reacquainted with the throbbing pain in his groin. He nursed his balls and grimaced.

“Did I win?”

“No, but we got paid for the job.”

Jeff nodded approvingly. He then brought his hand up and felt his face. 

“Why’s my face all sticky?” Jeff asked. 

Marty just laughed. 

Like father like son – pt3

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Like Father Like Son III: The Ruination of Danny Bennett

This is the conclusion of the ‘Like Father Like Son’ series. Part 1 is here and Part 2 is hereIt had been over three years since a wild game of roshambo resulted in the gratuitous destruction of grad student Raymond Fielmer’s nuts. They had been ruptured by an overkill kick by his own dad whilst his best friend Danny Bennett and his uncle Greg looked on shocked. They raced Raymond to the hospital but his nuts had cracked into unsalvageable chunks. The surgeons thought they had saved a grape-sized piece of his right nut but it atrophied in the bag and was unceremoniously scooped out. Naturally, everyone involved – especially Raymond’s dad – felt awful. 

Raymond and Danny had been best friends and even though Danny wasn’t directly responsible for what happened, their relationship (like Raymond’s balls) was irrevocably ruptured. By the time they finished grad school, the two barely spoke. Raymond moved away, left social media and practically disappearing from the grid. Danny was sad he’d lost a friend, but at least he had a consolation prize. Even though he felt bad for his buddy, Danny, who had fantasized about having his own hefty nuts crushed, got his first real taste of ball busting from Raymond’s uncle Greg the night of the accident night along with a not-at-all veiled invitation to continue their session in private. An invitation Danny took.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Greg and Danny had met from time to time since their initial meeting. What had started as naughty WhatsApp messages turned into a physical invitation and Danny was too curious to pass it up. Greg’s husband who wasn’t into sadomasochism at all, gladly found something else to do whilst Danny was visiting and it was Danny’s first experience with an open relationship.

Their sessions started out relatively tame. Danny would stand with his legs spread and let Greg kick his nuts until he couldn’t take it and collapsed. They grew in intensity as Greg’s true sadism blossomed in Danny’s innocent pastures. Over time Greg introduced toys like rubber mallets, crushers and even e-stim pushing Danny’s large nuts to their limit. Further, even though Danny identified as straight and often had a girlfriend, he found that he was incredibly turned on being sexually degraded by the admittedly attractive older man. Greg would force Danny to his knees and rub his nose against the outline of his raging boner as he kicked between Danny’s spread legs, or he would milk Danny in a  humbler while beating his balls and teasing him about how helpless he was. By the third year, Danny let Greg plug up his ass with a prostate massager and mock him as his dick got hard.

Greg would tease him with things like “Guess you aren’t so straight, after all?” and Danny would only blush and scream as Greg pounded his spuds with a mallet.

Once, Greg put Danny’s enormous nuts in a plexiglass crusher and had taken them just to the point of redlining them. He forced Danny to look down at his dangerously flattened nuts that looked white pressed under the crusher and teased the sobbing hunk about how a ‘fag’ had him by the balls. Danny had screamed the safe word over and over but Greg just kept the dildo vibrating as he callously turned the screws. Danny had never been so horrified – or turned on – in his entire life. 

“Kiss me and I’ll stop!” Greg barked. Danny shook his head no before bellowing in agony. Greg tightened the screws.

“Okay, have it your way…”

SPLOTCH

Danny’s gray eyes crossed and he made a strange and very loud noise. His right nut had started to fracture under the pressure and Greg wasn’t showing any signs of stopping.

“Okay! Okay! Please I’ll do it!”

Through tears Danny puckered his lips preparing for Greg to invade his mouth with his tongue. What happened instead was far more degrading. Greg hopped on the table, pulled down his shorts and let his raging ridiculously fat cock slap Danny in the face. Danny looked up pleadingly, his eyes darting between Greg’s cock and Greg’s foot, which was on top of the vice. One quick stomp would have taken Greg out of the gene pool permanently. 

“It’s not gonna’ kiss itself,” 

CRUNCH

Greg slammed his foot down on the crusher. Danny’s right nut was just a hairline away from completely splitting open. The pain was unbelievable. Danny didn’t even hesitate opening his handsome chiseled jaw and taking in a surprising amount of Greg’s cock. He choked back a wretch as Greg grabbed the back of his head and looked down at him before ramming his cock all the way down Danny’s virgin throat. Danny was out of the fucking game for over a month while his injured ball recovered and every hot pussy he had to pass up was almost like Greg mocking him from afar. And Danny loved it.

The next time Danny met up with Greg, he got on his knees and gave Greg the best blow job of his life as his nuts were mercilessly kicked up his throat. Danny was progressive, after all he had been best friends with Raymond for years, but the actual mechanics of gay sex grossed him out but not more than the thrill of being utterly dominated turned him on. Somehow over the next few sessions, Greg had taken to calling Danny ‘it’ and ‘you’, a subtle step toward the young man become nothing but a sex object. 

Danny’s huge nuts were redlined over and over and his heart would race as Greg made overt threats to finally finish them off. They had started out as hyperbole but the more they went on the more Greg meant it. Danny Bennett was a hot, horny straight boy who had to be absolutely ruined. 

The pandemic put an abrupt pause to Greg and Danny’s in person meet ups but they chatted constantly and Greg would instruct Danny in all kinds of debasing activities like making Danny jerk off and then throw his legs over his head at the last minute and blast himself in the face. Danny hated and loved it.

For Christmas, Greg sent Danny a chastity cage which the permanently horny blonde hated wearing since it stopped him from bating constantly, but loved the show of dominance it represented. Danny would cram his massive cock into the cage and wear it until he felt like he was going to burst, calling Greg and begging to give him permission to take it off.

By spring, the pandemic was waning and Greg invited Danny for a no-holds-barred session to celebrate. Danny nearly nut on himself just reading the invitation text.

—

Danny knocked on Greg’s front door not even trying to disguise his excitement. Greg opened the door and smiled. Danny was a tall, blonde twenty-eight year old whose years of healthy eating and going to gym were paying off. He looked even better than he had in college. 

Greg had just turned fifty but looked much younger. Danny found his resemblance to Raymond uncanny. He was slightly shorter than Danny with a tone body and large biceps which had proven to be especially useful for crushing Danny’s nuts. His hair was thinning a bit but was still neatly styled and stark white which contrasted nicely with his tan. If Danny was actually into guys – and not just thrilled by the domination – he would have found Greg quite hot.

Greg closed the door behind him and stopped Danny in the foray. The young man, who hadn’t seen Greg in person in over a year, was chatting away like an old friend but Greg, who only saw Danny as a walking stress ball and Fleshlight, couldn’t have cared less. He silenced Danny with a wave of his hand. Danny’s handsome face dropped. He was genuinely hurt. Their relationship was far from normal but he thought they were at least at a level where they would take a few moments to catch up after a crazy pandemic but Danny was just a thing for Greg’s amusement. The rebuke was stinging yet incredibly hot.

“I trust you’ve been working out still? Let’s see those abs,”

Danny took off his shirt and stood like a hunk of meat for inspection in just his jeans. Greg circled him looking him up and down approvingly. Even with gyms closed and working from his living room for a year, Danny still managed to look ripped but was incredibly modest about it; Greg had long ago convinced him he was just another ‘hot’ straight guy and shouldn’t consider himself to be anything special. 

Greg balled his fists and stood in front of Danny. Danny braced for the inevitable punch to the bulge in his jeans but was unprepared to have Greg slam his fists into his corrugated abs. Danny gasped as the air was knocked out of him.

“What’s the matter, straight boy? Can’t even take a punch?”

“Ooomph!” 

Greg squatted slightly and started pounding into Danny like a punching back, left right, left right. Danny gritted his teeth and took his punishment. He wasn’t even sure what it was for, but figured he deserved it somehow. Danny wasn’t a hulking muscle beast but he was in much better shape than most and was far superior to the aging though youthful Greg. He could have easily knocked Greg out if he wanted – they both knew it – but instead Danny just spread his legs slightly to give Greg’s punching bag more stability.

“You’re kind of worthless. Good thing you’re cute,”

Greg gave Danny”s sore abs a final punch that knocked the wind out of him. 

“Thank you, sir,” Danny said panting.

“So we’ve been playing for more than three years and I still can’t believe how conditioned you are. Do you even have a brain in there or is it all muscle?”

Greg knocked on Danny’s head mockingly. Greg knew Danny was actually quite smart and he loved the hurt look that flashed on Danny’s face despite Danny’s best effort to keep his emotions in check. If Greg was happy, he was happy, Danny had long ago concluded. Greg continued to verbally lambast Danny, making fun of his metrosexual haircut and his too-tight jeans, mocking his lack of a girlfriend and reminding him of all the times Danny had shot his load into a cup and drank the giant creamy mess on Zoom for Greg’s amusement. Some of the barbs were really cutting, more than normal, as if Greg had given up even pretending Danny was anything more than a sex toy.

“… and you should hear what Raymond says about you these days. If he could see you like this, he’d piss on himself laughing,”

Greg knew Danny really missed Raymond and the mean comment was extremely hurtful. More than Danny’s conscious mind realized…

Greg saw Danny’s stoic face tense up, “Are you actually about to cry? Wow, what a fucking faggot,”

Danny straightened himself up before immediately letting out a howl of pain. Greg had rammed his knee straight into his unsuspecting balls. Since it had been more than a year since he had taken a real hit, the sensation was both delicious and hideous. Danny associated the pain with pleasure but his primal reaction was still to scream. Greg nodded, pleased he had given the dumb stud something to cry about.

CRUNCH

Greg’s knee rocketed into Danny’s jeans again. Greg actually slowly exhaled as if he had just taken a hit of a powerful drug; the sensation of feeling Danny’s massive nuts compressing under his knee was marvelous. He grabbed Danny’s shoulders and started unloading on the howling stud. He altered his aim from kick to kick , squashing the right nut, then the left, then dead center, taking careful mental note of exactly how it felt. He was like someone who had been on a desert island for a year savoring the first bite of a hot meal after being rescued. Danny was screaming as his balls were pulverized under Greg’s violent, unhinged knees.

“Get on your knees!” 

Danny clutched his balls and started to drop to his knees.

“Now!” 

Apparently the dazed blonde wasn’t moving fast enough and Greg reminded him who was boss with a swift slap to the face. A red handprint lingered on his cheek as a testament that Greg wasn’t just giving him a love tap. Danny’s cock jumped as he got on his knees.

“Spread your legs! Now!”

Danny spread his knees wide and put his hands behind his back. He was rewarded with a ludicrously hard kick that caused his eyes to bug out. Then another. Then another. He tried to hold back another scream but by the twentieth kick he filled the house with a deep, tortured scream and couldn’t help but cover his crotch with his hands. Greg ignored him and kicked him again, bruising Danny’s right hand. Danny screamed as Greg just kept kicking, smashing Danny’s hands and balls.

Without slowing down on his kicking, Greg pulled his raging cock out of his fly and started stroking it, aiming it directly at Danny’s face.

“I outta’ paint your face right now,”

It had been so long since Danny had taken a facial – other than his own self facials – that he was excited by the prospect. He wanted, no, he needed to be used like a little slut. Danny wailed as Greg annihilated his balls until his foot was tired, all the while stroking his cock. He looked down at Danny who was turning red and sweating as he was reduced to nothing but a pain sponge.

“Fucking take it, bitch!” Greg roared as he finally unloaded all over Danny’s face. 

Danny’s eyes were plastered shut and a rope landed right in his screaming mouth. He gagged as he reflexively swallowed it. He could feel Greg’s hot load splattering his face, dripping off his nose and knew he must have looked like an absolute cum whore. No one would have believed he was straight. Danny loved it.

“Yes! Shower me!”

Greg stuffed his still hard cock into his pants and commanded Danny to his feet. Danny knew better than to wipe away his cum reward and his eyes stung as he slowly opened them. Greg always came like a fountain and today was no exception. More exciting to Danny was that Greg could come multiple times, always huge, drenching him in sperm and knocking him down peg after peg.

Greg grabbed Danny’s fly and ripped his jeans open. The zipper went flying. The next thing Danny knew he was knocked on his back and Greg was pulling off his jeans like an animal. Danny squealed as Greg rolled him onto his stomach, his rock-hard ass pointing straight up. 

“Oooh!” Danny shrieked as Greg rammed a finger into his hole. Then another and another.

Danny absolutely hated getting fucked or having a vibrator in his ass but he wasn’t worthy to complain. He gritted his teeth as Greg pulled his cock back out and lay on top of him, rubbing his clock head against Danny’s ass. Greg’s cock was insanely thick and even longer than Danny’s massive ten inch rod. He’d never fucked Danny because he knew that such a big cock might be too much for a relative virgin like Danny. But it had been a whole year since they had seen each other…

“FUCK!”

Danny screamed in genuine pain as Greg’s entire cock disappeared inside him. As Greg piston fucked Danny, he grabbed his shaggy blonde hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to arch his back. With his other hand he reached between Danny’s legs and took his swollen right nut and squeezed. Danny wailed and writhed as Greg plowed him clearly not caring whether or not Danny was getting any enjoyment at all. Danny’s cock was stirring due to his prostate being pounded but it was an entirely automatic reaction; Danny was in pure agony. He sobbed and pleaded as Greg kept fucking him.

“What’s the matter, big man? So you can dish out a fucking but you can’t take it!” 

Danny whimpered as Greg abruptly stopped fucking him and put his cock away. Danny collapsed onto his stomach clutching his tenderized right nut and Greg looked down at him smiling. Through Danny’s labored breathing, even with his straight ass dripping from the violent fucking, Danny was still breathlessly thanking Greg and apologizing for being a useless pansy. Greg couldn’t believe how quickly the confident, almost cocky, facade Danny presented to the world melted away the moment Danny’s inner sub slut came out. In fact, Danny was so good at being a little whore that Greg had decided that he was finally going to make the transformation permanent. He had hinted about it in their chats during the pandemic but whether or not Danny took him literally was unknown.

Greg gave Danny a few minutes to recover before losing his patience and barking at Danny to get up. Danny got to his feet, his enormous babymakers red and hanging lower than normal and Greg grabbed them roughly and lead Danny to the basement. Danny’s eyes lit up in a mix of delight, lust and fear at the various toys laid out. It was obvious Greg’s lust to dominate Danny had been building up all year and the flood gates were about to open.

First up was the tried and true mallet. Danny stood with his nuts resting on a workbench while Greg slammed a small rubber mallet into each nut. Danny wailed in pain as Greg put every ounce of strength he had into the blows. Danny only managed to get through a dozen before collapsing. Greg looked down at him annoyed.

“Fucking worthless,” 

Danny slowly got to his feet an assumed the position again.

CRUNCH CRUNCH

Danny’s eyes crossed as Greg slammed the mallet into his fat nuggets, making them temporarily flat as pancakes before they sprang back to shape. They had only just started and already purple bruises were starting to form. Danny’s guts were on fire from the horrible ache coming from his crotch; he assumed it was because he was out of practice not because Greg was planning on ending his lineage.

Next, Greg tied Danny to a chair with his legs spread and pulled out a bag of firecrackers. He would light them and drop them into Danny’s lap just in time for them to explode. The concussive blasts were quite painful – kind of like someone jamming a hot finger into his sack – but were hardly going to blow Danny’s balls off. Each pop was followed by a hilarious, high pitched squeal that was very incongruent to the muscular body producing them. Greg was loving how Danny was willing himself not to shout ‘stop’ (as if Greg would have listened). Danny truly knew his place. After emptying the entire bag of firecrackers he pulled out a final firework. Danny’s eyes grew huge and alarm bells started blaring in his head. 

Greg was holding an M-80. An overpowered firework that routinely blew off fingers and hands of idiots dumb enough to play with them like toys. Greg placed the bomb so that it was nestled against Danny’s sack and stood back to admire the visual. Danny’s brain wanted to scream but he was too turned on staring down at his lap to do so. He knew if Greg lit the fuse it was going to be curtains for his boys.

Greg flicked the lighter and knelt down to light the explosive. They both watched as the fuse burned away. Danny started shaking in terror and finally, just before the fuse disappeared entirely let out a high pitched scream of horror and started rocking the chair violently. The bomb rolled off landing next to one of the legs of the chair just as it exploded. There was a stentorian boom and a flash of light. Large chunks of the chair’s wooden leg were blown away, so much so that the chair creaked a bit before collapsing. Danny’s face slammed into the ground and though Greg could have caught him, he was too pissed that Danny had ruined the grande finale to bother trying. Danny’s nose was bleeding and he was pinned to the floor, still tied to the broken chair. Greg untied him and gave him a towel for his nose but even as Danny stood trying to stop his nose bleed, Greg was taking a baseball bat to his junk. 

Danny screamed but kept his legs spread wide as Greg assaulted his burned, bruised and battered nuts.

“I can’t believe you ruined that! That should have been your nuts!” Greg roared as he pointed to the pile of broken wood that had taken the explosive force meant for Danny’s nuts. Greg grabbed Danny by the balls and forced him toward the work bench, but not before throwing him against a wall and wailing on his abs again. Greg worked up a sweat as he treated Danny’s perfect torso as just another punching bag, actually less than a punching bag. If an actual high quality punching bag ever got damaged or broke open Greg would have been annoyed; but if Danny’s’ abs turned into Jelly and the idiot jock had thrown up all over himself, Greg wouldn’t have cared.

Danny felt like his abs were going to burst. He had never taken so much abuse to them at one time and it was absolutely incredible. The whole reason he worked out and ate right was to stay in top shape for Greg, like a sex toy that maintained itself. He was thrilled to be serving his function.

Greg pulled Danny to the workbench and shackled his ankles to the floor and his hands behind his back. Danny’s balls were resting on the table top and secured in place with a metal ring that was secured around the neck of his sack and the table. Even if Danny could get his ankles free, he couldn’t  flee the table without leaving his balls behind. Greg put two clamps of Danny’s nipples and he yelped as they slammed shut. It felt like two metal fingers were digging into his tender puffy nipples. It was so painful Danny couldn’t believe such a small part of his body was causing so much pain. Greg stepped away to a part of the basement behind Danny so he couldn’t  see what he was doing but he heard something that felt like metal clanging and could smell something burning.

Greg returned looking quite proud of himself but Danny didn’t ask anything about what was happening; Danny knew he wasn’t entitled to any explanations. Greg hopped on the table, his head barely missing the relatively high ceiling. He was wearing boots, the same ones that had flattened Danny’s nuts countless times.

“They look scuffed,”

Greg lifted his boot so that it came up to Danny’s face. Without prompting, Danny  stuck out his tongue and licked off a spot of dirt on the toe of the boot. Greg couldn’t believe how thoroughly he had Danny wrapped around his finger. 

“Very good,”

CRUUUUNCH

Danny’s eyes bugged out and he let out a guttural screech as Greg slammed his boot straight down onto Danny’s right nut. He stomped and stomped and stomped, grinding his foot to really finish the job. Danny was thrashing as Greg was trashing his nut.

“I should just keep going until it pops,”

Danny’s cock, which was rock hard through the stomping, started to leak. Greg noticed and grinned.

“You like that, don’t you? You want me to pop this big nut?”

CRUNCH

“YES!” Danny bellowed between sobs and screams.

CRUNCH

Greg was going absolutely wild on Danny. He was never particularly careful, but now he simply didn’t care. If Danny’s oversized nut split and spilled out all over the table, so be it. Greg kept spewing virtolic insults at Danny as he lay waste to his purple, swollen nut. Danny was hoarse from screaming and his cock was starting to deflate a bit as the pain over powered the pleasure. Greg gave Danny’s right nut a final stomp, compressing it to a dangerous level and grinding his boot, before hopping down. 

He stood behind Danny and reached around to grab Danny’s cock. Danny shuttered as Greg tenderly stroked him until he was fully hard. It was no secret Greg found Danny incredibly hot and the fact that he was straight gave him a forbidden fruit kind of attractiveness. He nibbled at Danny’s neck as he stroked him off. Danny shuddered, turned on yet repulsed but too well trained to contest. What Danny didn’t notice was Greg pulling out his cock and lubing it up with spit. As soon as it was fully hard, which didn’t take long with a big jock cock in his free hand, Greg rammed inside Danny.

Danny screamed as his ass was violated. Danny had gone from not having anything bigger than a prostate massager to having Greg’s enormous cock twice in one day. It was too much for his stretched, bleeding hole and he started crying from the pain. Greg fucked Danny’s brains out and there was nothing Danny could do. He was humiliated and used. At one point the agony in his guts made him cry out, genuinely begging Greg to stop but that only made him feel even more like a whore. He loved it. It was almost like Danny had a split personality; the alpha male straight stud was crying and pleading and the blonde slut was begging for more. The mix of screams of pain and moans of pleasure was an odd an erotic symphony and Danny’s deep voice filled the basement.

“Harder, Greg! Fuck me harder!”

Danny’s whorishness and hunger to be degraded shocked even himself, but Greg gladly obliged. Danny was being slammed into the table, his prostate felt amazing, his ass hurt and his guts felt like they were on fire. But his dick was throbbing, leaking all over his balls and Greg was still stroking him.

“Oh fuck!” Danny threw his head back as his dick started to blow one of his multi-rope loads. He immediately screamed in agony as he felt Greg squeeze the base of his cock with both hands. The epic load Greg had just fucked out of him was being choked in his plumbing. Danny writhed and screamed as agony the likes of which he had never encountered filled his cock. A horrible ache radiated the entire length  of his cock into his abs and through to his ass as his massive, gooey load kept being pumped internally only to hit the jizz traffic jam at the base of his cock. Not even a drop of cum made it out of Danny’s cock during his tortured orgasm. When Greg finally released his cock a steady stream of cum oozed out of his softening cock like piss. 

Danny panted and cried as Greg went off to fetch something. Danny could hear him ruffling through a drawer and when he came back Danny was horrified yet aroused as what Greg was holding. Greg had a bottle of lubricant and a long, fat metal sounding rod. Greg had tried using it on Danny once before years ago, before he was so obedient, but Danny had begged and pleaded so hard Greg didn’t continue. Fortunately for Greg, that version of Danny – the one who acted like his feelings mattered – was long gone. Greg lubed up Danny’s cock and it did not take long for it to get hard, cum from his ruined orgasm was still slowly trickling out. Greg then proceeded to close the lube bottle and set it down instead of lubing the sound like Danny assumed. The look of concern on his face must have been obvious because Greg laughed.

“Oh, honey. No lube for you. Your big straight cock can take it, right? Big strong man,”

Greg rubbed his hand up and down Danny’s rippled, sweaty chest. Greg got hard thinking about Danny just being passed around the backroom of a club until his ass and mouth were stretched and sore and his muscles were covered in bukkake levels of sperm.

“Christ!” 

Danny briefly blacked out, overwhelmed by white hot pain as Greg shoved the entire sound down his piss slit. About an inch of the rod was sticking out of Danny’s head and the base was pressing against his abdomen. When he came too, Danny screamed initially but then started controlling his breathing, trying to acclimate to the unusual sensation. Greg started to fuck Danny’s cock, the pent up cum making excellent lube and soon Danny was moaning in pleasure. He had been fucked in two different holes. Some ‘straight’ guy he was, he thought. 

CRUNCH

Danny, whose eyes had been closed in pleasure, screamed out as Greg slammed the mallet into his right nut. CRUNCH CRUNCH. Danny’s brain was overloading; his cock felt amazing, he could feel a load boiling in his nuts, but his right nut felt like it was going to crack. He was making all manner of tortured, inhuman squeals and Greg’s cock was throbbing.

After several minutes, Greg stopped. Danny’s plump right nut looked slightly less round but was now massively swollen and almost black. It was numb and painful at the same time, a strange juxtaposition. Greg grinned as he pulled the sounding rod out and left to fetch something else. He returned with a significantly thicker glass rod. Danny was terrified. He was sure Greg was going to permanently damage his cock this time but there was nothing he could do. He thought back to that fateful game of roshambo with Raymond at their college apartment and how he had called Raymond a ‘faggot’ as if him being straight somehow made him superior… it was fitting justice that Greg, another ‘faggot’, was about to utterly destroy his alpha cock.

Greg slammed the sound all the way down Danny’s cock as roughly as he could. Danny could feel his tube being painfully stretched as the violating rod forced it unnaturally wide. Greg grabbed the head of Danny’s cock and the base and held the throbbing organ for a moment, feeling the warmth in his hands. Then he started to bend Danny’s cock. The maneuver was horribly painful by itself, but with a glass – and breakable – rod inserted the stakes were infinitely higher. Danny could feel the unyielding rod as his relatively squishy cock meat warped around it. Danny squealed. He knew that at any moment the glass rod was going to shatter. This was it. The end of fucking.

Just when the glass was about to shatter, Greg released Danny’s cock. It was luck that it hadn’t already broken since it wasn’t like Greg was trying to avoid damage at this point. Greg disappeared and Danny again heard metal clanging and the smell of something burning. A minute later Greg came back with an enormous wood working vise. Danny trembled as Greg secured it to the edge of the table and trapping his right nut under it.

“This is it stud, you’re about to be a little bitch slut forever,”

Danny’s cock was raging as Greg rapidly tightened the vise. There was no foreplay, just straight to the destruction. The pain radiating from his flattening nut was tremendous. Danny screamed like a girl as his nut was compressed to half and then a quarter of its girth. It was a huge, super dense, flat patty. 

SQUICK

Danny’s eyes rolled as he felt his nut split in the bag. Greg just kept tightening. Danny hysterically thrashed in agony at the same time another load tried and failed to rocket out of his cock, blocked by the solid glass rod. Greg made quick work of half of Danny’s manhood until it was wafer thin. It had exploded into goo. Danny was screaming and horrified, yet horny as fuck and delirious with pleasure. His nut had finally cracked. The thing he had jerked off thinking about had finally happened.

Greg removed the vice and got on the table. He placed his boot on Danny’s relatively untouched humungous, bulging left nut and pressed down. The resilient organ flattened and bulged out in a desperate attempt to defuse the pressure and it was working. Danny faded in and out as Greg stomped and ground his nut into the table for nearly an hour. It just got bigger and darker as the stressed thing refused to burst. Greg hopped down and unleashed the mallet which succeeded in causing cracks to form all over lefty’s membranous shell like spiderwebs. Danny’s heart was racing and he was starting to legitimately panic. His left nut was salvageable if Greg stopped right now. As in immediately. But he just kept raining down blows. Danny screamed and Greg abruptly stopped. He went back to making the mysterious metallic clanging. 

He came back holding a metal rod, Danny was too out of it to focus on what it was but he immediately jolted at the feeling of a horrible burning on his abs. He could feel and smell his flesh burning and he writhed as Greg pressed a brand into his perfect six pack. The word ‘SLUT’ in a bold font was forever branded into Danny’s abs. The ridiculously hot, chiseled muscles Danny loved to show off at the beach or on shirtless runs would forever serve not as an advertisement of his masculinity, but as a flashing neon sign that he was just a dumb slut to be used. Danny loved it.

Greg set down the brand and grabbed Danny’s cock again, this time bending it until the glass snapped. Danny threw his head back and screamed as the sharp edges of the broken rod destroyed his cock from the inside out. Greg slammed the mallet into Danny’s cock causing more of the rod to splinter. Danny was beyond hysterical as the once thick glass rod was reduced to dozens of razor sharp shards; Greg grabbed Danny’s cock and kneaded and bent it, forcing the broken glass to absolutely ruin his cock. The agony was unreal. With each passing minute, the odds of Danny fucking anyone ever again decreased and his flaccid, thick cock was full of broken glass. Danny’s urethral was totally destroyed and chunks of glass were lodged into the shaft of his cock.

To be absolute sure the adorable hunk’s fucking days were truly over, Greg grabbed Danny’s cock and squeezed as hard as he could with both hands right in the middle of his shaft. Danny wailed and Greg winced in unexpected pain. Pieces of pulverized glass had actually dug through Danny’s thick cock and were now protruding out of the sides, cutting Greg’s hand. Calling the inside of Danny’s once beautiful cock ‘hamburger’ would actually be understating the extent of the damage. Danny’s entire world had just been wrecked and he still had one more ball’s destruction to endure.

As Danny heaved and weakly screamed, his voice hoarse, Greg came back with another brand. Danny arched his back and exploded in a riot of screams as the word ‘DICKLESS’ was permanently branded into his broad, muscular back. Now the next time he was taking a fat cock the guy plowing him would be reminded why the studly jock was strictly a bottom. Greg was utterly ruining Danny and still had more tricks up his sleeve.

He pulled off the nipple clamps, that Danny had actually forgotten about, and took them to the oven where he had heated the brands. He carried them back to Danny and used oven mitts to put the literally-red-hot metal clamps back on Danny’s nipples. Danny blacked out as his sensitive nipples were ruined. Greg looked down as Danny’s last huge nut. It was swollen and damaged but still looked too healthy, especially compared to his swiss cheese dick and totally collapsed right nut. Greg grabbed a sledge hammer, entirely overkill, and lined up his shot.

Danny was starting to stir again and his eyes were totally transfixed on Greg. 

“This is it, fucker. You’re gonna’ be my bitch!”

SPLOOOTCH

Danny roared and immediately blacked out as his fat left testicle turned into a chunky explosion that radiated out from under the sledge hammer’s head in all directions. It was an absolute splattered mess. To be sure, Greg finished off Danny’s already ruined, flattened right nut with a blow of the sledge hammer that sent liquified sack sauce flying.

—

Danny awoke in a sling in the corner of Greg’s basement. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. He was on his back, his legs and arms secured and his ass hanging off the side waiting to be pounded. He looked down to see his sack was gone, just crude stitching and his cock was wrapped in bandages. Another brand had appeared on his pecs and abs. ‘CUM’ was burned in the valley between his pecs, an advertisement that the sculpted mounds in of muscle made perfect cum traps.

“Ah you’re awake,” Greg said in his usual, deep crisp voice. He was naked, his dick raging. He smiled at Danny and ran up the basement steps.

“He’s awake!” Greg shouted into the house.

Suddenly, Danny became aware of the sound of lots of pairs of feet shuffling upstairs followed immediately by the heavy footfall of countless guys coming down the basement steps. Danny screamed and pleaded as six guys ranging from burly bears to muscle studs and average joes circle him, naked and rock hard. Without warning a dick was down his throat and another was plowing his ass. Danny was being spitroasted! A second dick disappeared down his throat and the guy fucking his ass was destroying it. 

His alpha straight male brain tried to let out a howl, the swan song for the old Danny, but it was blocked by the two fat dicks in his mouth. The masochist eunuch left behind squealed in delight as even more sets of footsteps came down the basement steps.

Danny was exactly where he was meant to be.