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MEGA BALLS! There are a few things you should know about me: 1) Im a really horny guy; 2) Im into deep S&M action; 3) Im a consistent top; 4) I am really into balls, especially really big ones; 5) my greatest trip is to unman a studespecially take his nuts. Mostly, I am into fantasy trips, but occasionally an opportunity presents itself to make my fantasies a reality. Take last Friday: I attended a meeting of a re-organized nudist group at a private home. Its really a great experience to see some 36 naked hunks walking around socializing, groping, and upstairs, getting into some real action. Funny, you can never tell how a guy is hung from his general size or shape. Take Jimmy; hes a small guy no more than 56 but hung with a 7 1/2: prick with low-hanging loose balls big as eggs. But Frank, built like a wrestler, has really small gonads with tight, pulled-up nuts like marbles. As I was surveying the group wondering whom I should start a conversation with I saw him: Leaning against the kitchen counter he looked like the traditional Greek god. He had the upper body that only constant attention at the gym can produce. A well-defined breast with big round protruding nipples that looked like they had seen a good deal of action! His face was scuffy with a day-old beard and the hint of a mustache on his upper lip. His torso gradually slimmed down to a 30-inch waist. His thighs were well muscled, and when he turned slightly, displayed a nice round muscular butt. But what captured my immediate attention was the package he showed between his legs. His cut cock was a goodand I mean GOOD10 inches long and thick: a good 4-5 inches around topped with a bulging mushroomed head and purplish corona. His balls were tennis ball-sized hung in loose splendor. The whole package was tightly elevated and constricted by a studded leather cock ring which encircled both the cock and balls, pushing everything up front and away from his crotch. As he leaned there slightly backward, his crotch was forced slightly upward accentuating his impressive assets. One look at those massive balls and I knew I must have them! I caught his eye and he smiled. I slowly sidled my way past the warm flesh surrounding me, fondled a nice set of nuts on the way and approached him. We engaged in conversation and then I put it up front. You have the most beautiful cock and balls Ive ever seen, I said. And packaged so effectively; I love that leather cock-ring. Surprisingly, he was not put off by my brashness, and soon we were discretely groping each other. I just about shot right there as I felt my fingers cup those magnificent gonadsheft their great weight in my palm and feel them shift in their loose bag. It turned out that he, too, was into S&M big time, and even more amazing, despite his development, a bottom. I knew that we must get away and get to business. We very discretely edged our way up stairs, retrieved our clothes and were out the front door. I suggested my place, which was only a mile or two away. In ten minutes we were at my front door. In five more, we had a beer in hand and I was tearing at his jeans. GOD! That basket looked beautiful in his tight pants. I ripped open his fly and tore apart his briefs and hauled out that magnificent pecker. Then grasped his big balls and gave them a tight squeeze. His reaction was exactly what I had desperately hoped for: A smile and a subtle indication to grab harder. He reached over and tore my pants open. In a minute we were both naked and lunging at each other. He took my already throbbing hard on all the way down his throat to the balls and sucked. His saliva lubricated my whole cock and when his tongue wrapped around my glans I was in absolute heaven. But pleasant as it was, this was not what I was after. I wanted him tied down and exposed and vulnerable so I could torture his nuts. I reached down and grabbed his swinging bag of balls and pulled and squeezed. He let out a throaty grunt and spread his legs wider. I took the hint and swung my fist in an upward arc that caught him right in the nuts. He squealed with pain and pleasure. We knew where we stood! How would you like some good old S&M big guy? I asked. Oh, yeah, he groaned, give it to me. Put these big balls through hell. Ive got nuts of steel. Well, well see about that; see whether youre really man enough to take what I give out. I replied. I led him to the basement where I keep a small dungeon. In 5 minutes I had him chained to the cement wall, spread-eagle, his big boner and dangling balls hanging between his legs. I pulled out a piece of apparatus which I had designed for just someone like him. I attached a parachute to the top of his sac and threaded a rope attached to a dee ring beneath the parachute, threaded it through a ring in the floor and then to a winch near the ceiling. The winch was powered by a small motor which pulled the rope around it. I taunted him: How do you feel about your big balls, now, fucker? In a little while theyll be history. How much can they take before they rip off? I started the motor. In a few moments the winch took away the slack of the rope and the parachute began to pull against his big nuts in their sac. He began to slowly realize that I was deadly serious as the slow inexorable tugging pressure began to stretch the sac. Hey, man, I give. You win. You got me where you want me. The pressure increased. The skin of his bag grew tighter as his nuts were pulled to the bottom. Hey, man, please stop. It fucking hurts. Things were becoming desperate. He struggled and pleaded: Please, NO! They cant take any more! All his struggling was to no avail; the winch continued its slow winding, pulling the parachute down down downand with it, his stretched testicles. I tell you what, ol buddy. Im a sporting guy. Ill give you a chance to save your fuckin nuts. Every time you cum, you stop the motor. Immediately his hands reached for his gigantic pecker and started to desperately wack it up and down. Being a young, horny guy, it took only a few moments for him to shoot large gobs of white sperm all over himself. The motor stopped, providing a slight reprieve to his testicle torture. But then, as he stopped pumping his jism, it started again. The pressure on his sac was beginning to be exquisitely painful as the chute pulled down again. Again, he franticly jacked his rigid rod until a second spurt momentarily stopped the downward pull. But the moment his load stopped gushing from his prick it started up again. His eyes grew wide open. He began to scream and the parachute with its testicular contents continued to pull. The scrotal skin stretched; the sperm tubes and cords were pulled tight. Beneath the dome of the parachute, he could see his huge balls bulging in their confines. Man! I cant cum again. Please stop the motor. My nuts are gonna go; there gonna rip. I can feel them start to rupture. Dont take my manhood. A mans balls are all hes got! As he looked down he could see a slight tear in his stretched bag. He struggled and writhed. His eyes bugged out and he screamed and screamed. I looked at him as he pleaded for his balls. It was almost time for me to take them. GOD! How I loved to ruin a handsome stud like him. Take his huge family jewels. He was almost incoherent now screaming continuously. He franticly pumped his big prick desperately trying to cum. He realized it was hopeless. In the midst of pounding his boner, the skin of his sac began to tear. A cycle of events continued too fast to really comprehend: The bag ripped open allowing his huge testicles to suddenly pull down as they were supported now only by the fragile sperm ducts and cords. Then they, too, stretched and ruptured, snapping like rubber bands. He screamed, THEYRE GOING! MY NUTS ARE RUPTURING! THEYRE RIPPING OFF! MY MANHOOD IS GOING! MY BALLS, MY BALLS! OH, GOD!! ! ! With a sudden spurting of blood his nuts fell to the floor with a splat. Reflexively, his huge cock spurted his final load into the room, on his belly and onto his crotch. I savored his castration. Another set of big balls were mine. Maybe I would have them for dinner! |