[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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