My father died in a traffic accident before I was born. My mother and I lived quite ordinary life and as far as I remember those years were happy. I was 12 years old when my mother met a guy. I accepted the fact she had a right to fill that empty place next to her. Unfortunately it wasn’t that simple to find a decent loving man who would take care of you and your family. Though I was only 12 by then I always felt it was my obligation as the only man of the family. During the following years there were several serious attempts to give me a new father. All of them turned out to be evil persons whose only purpose was to use my mother sexually and economically. My mother was too blind to see the real intentions of her lovers. She was working as a nurse and I guess the life wasn’t too easy for her either. A guy called Kenny was the first one to enter our life. He was around 30 years and most of the time drunk. I remember the nights he came back from a local bar, drunk as always. He had been fighting with his buddies and came home bleeding. My mother cured his wounds and he raped my mother. Next day he would buy her flowers and she forgave him. He didn’t even try to have any father-son relation with me. I was just a disturbing creep for him he needed to stand few years more until I would be old enough to abandon the house.

The decision wasn’t hard to take, not at all. As a matter of fact I didn’t spend sleepless nights thinking over what to do. I needed him out of our lives. One night he came home, drunk as usual. There were small cuts all over his body and face caused by one of those typical fights he used to have. Luckily my mom had a night shift and wasn’t home. He looked at me without saying a word, went to his bedroom and closed the door with a violent slam. Ten minutes later I heard him snoring. I had it very clear how to proceed. Even drunk he would still be dangerous to face. This guy was thinking with his genitals and that’s where I was to aim. A simple hose clamp was my only weapon I needed in order to wipe out this undesirable bastard. The room smelled garlic and whisky when I sneaked next to his bed. He was sleeping on his back, his mouth wide open and snoring loud. I wanted to stuff his smelling mouth with his dirt socks but what I had in mind was something better. I moved the sheet and took a look of the stained boxers he was wearing. I pulled them down and had the target of my plan in front of my eyes. I place my hand around his balls. I remember they felt so much heavier than my balls. It was the first time I had other guy’s balls in my hand. I opened the hose clamp and placed it carefully on the base of his ball sack and then close the clamp tight cutting the blood circulation completely. His balls moved to the bottom of the sack and seemed much bigger immediately. I remember it was quite hot sight as he would be wearing a cock ring or something. I covered him with sheet and left the room. My mom wouldn’t return until 7 am so I had plenty of time to wait my little invention did the trick. At quarter to seven I went back to his room. He was still snoring. I moved the sheet and saw his dark purple balls. I took a hold of them and felt they were ice cold. I removed the clamp and watched his now lifeless balls to move in the sack going back to their normal place. I put his boxers back and covered him with the sheet.

I was a bit worried since I heard no comments next day. He was acting as usual and there were no comments regarding his balls. Day after that there were still no reaction yet and I already thought my little trick had gone wrong. Third morning after I went to have my breakfast I heard the bastard talking with my mom. He was hysteric. My mom was asking him if he had been fighting. He told he remembered the fight but he was too drunk to remember if he received a kick in the nuts. He couldn’t understand how come he didn’t remember his balls where nailed that bad. “THEY ARE BLACK” he screamed to my mom. That morning he went to the hospital where my mother was working and when he came back home I knew I was the only man of the family again. I listened behind the door to my mom and the creep talking. His voice was a voice of a defeated man. Doctors did they best but couldn’t saved his testicles. They were needed to remove. Soon after that Kenny disappeared from our life. I was happy again until Ben, a new boyfriend of my mother appeared.

Ben wasn’t any better than Kenny. My mother just wasn’t lucky what concerns men. Ben was definitely more handsome than Kenny but he was a total jerk. I was 2 years older by then and my sexuality started to develop. I remember how I often stared his prominent bulge on his groin and I kind of understood my mother. This guy seemed to have a good sized cock. Ben had been living with us few months already when he raped my mom for the first time. He was drunk as hell. My mom was screaming and he was yelling and throwing all kind of objects he found on his way. I remember my mom crying when he forced her. I was watching him fucking my mother from stripe of the slightly opened bedroom door. His butt was pumping violently up and down and when he was done he rolled on his back next to my mom. His cock was pink and very straight. My mother wasn’t too happy to get fucked by that hard cock. I knew Ben needed to go.

The plan was similar to what I did with Kenny. All I needed was to wait him to get home drunk and to have mom in night shift. That was quite easy since he was drunk every night and when mom left to work I was ready. He was watching baseball in TV and drinking cheap whisky and beers. Before the midnight he was so drunk he almost couldn’t find the bedroom. I waited 15 minutes and opened the door. His lights were out. He was totally naked sleeping on his stomach. His legs were nicely spread open revealing perfectly his limp cock and balls that were poking out between his legs. I grabbed the whole package and pulled it out to have a better access in his sensitive gonads. The way he was lying on the bed allowed me to have a perfect angle to his manhood. I had a injection needle filled with drinking alcohol. I place the needle just above the left nut and emptied the whole cylinder in the ball. As he was on his stomach the little mark the needle might have left was hidden under his sack and therefore not easily visible. He had no reaction so I emptied another injection in his right ball and one last one in the base of his cock. The pure 99% vol alcohol killed fast the sperm cells and who knows what else. The next day I heard him saying to my mom his tools, that’s how he called his genitals himself, were soared and aching. Few days later he went to see a doctor and he was told both of his testicles were damaged permanently as a result of abuse of alcoholic drinks during too many years. He could never have kids. The psychological damage was however bigger: he felt less man and left my mom week after.

Years passed by and there were few other visitors in our lives. My mom had her own nurse service consulting at home. All of the guys ended up having serious problems with their balls and cocks. One had an accident fixing his car when the old jack failed and the one of the wheel crushed his nuts, another one received an unfortunate shot in his groin from a barrel gun in hunting trip, there was guy whose nuts were electrocuted and one was found out to have received too much constant x-ray radiation in his most sensitive parts. I wasn’t worried anymore. I knew in case of any new stepfather I would have a solution. Then one day there was a new guy, Tom. He seemed to be a nice guy. He was a handsome tall guy with nice smile and great body. He was in his late 30’s, he was polite and didn’t drink. He was a cop and it looked like my mom had finally found a good man in her life.

Our relation wasn’t anything special but at least he wasn’t raping my mom.

I was 18 that year and Tom has lived with us already almost a year. I have seen him naked few times when he came out of the shower and I was able to confirm what I suspected: the guy had a big large cock and low hanging heavy balls. No wonder my mom was smiling often. That cock was twice bigger than Ben’s cock and I always thought Ben was the guy with a big tool.

Me and my best friend Kevin used to study together. One night we were in my room on the bed playing with play station when it happened. We were lying on the bed next to each others. Kevin won the match and we started to wrestle. It was a friendly wrestle between two buddies and would have stayed like that unless Kevin hadn’t grabbed my groin. I grabbed his and we roll on the bed. Suddenly I noticed how his cock started to get harder. I was now grabbing his big boner. My own cock got hard too. What happened next was something I had never done before. We were kissing and touching our cocks and finally stripped off all the clothes. We were having first time boy sex. It could have been perfect until something terrible happened. I was on my knees in front of Kevin sucking his stiff cock when the door was opened and Tom, my new stepfather entered. We must have looked really stupid and embarrassed. He didn’t say a word but just closed the door. There’s no need to say my first sexual experience ended right there. Kevin took his stuff and left and never visited my place again.

Tom didn’t say anything about it that night. I even thought already what a great guy he was understanding no nasty comments were necessary. But I soon found out I was wrong. He made it very clear for me what was he thinking about fags. Each time my mom was out he came to my room telling me I was sick or he told me he knew I had been spying him when he got out from shower. One night he told me he would fuck my mom and make her pregnant. Once his son would born I needed to leave the place. He wouldn’t take a risk that I infected his son with my disgusting illness. I knew then I needed to stop him. I realised it wouldn’t be that easy to do as it was with those other guys. Tom was a tough guy, a trained cop. It would be very difficult to overpower him, practically impossible. He didn’t drink so he was never drunk and the worst of all he had a gun. I remembered seen his gun belt hanging from a chair next to his bed. Even without a gun I would have no chances fight him man to man. He was too strong and too experienced. I tried desperately to find a way how to handle him but nothing came up on my mind. The time was running. I was nervously walking from room to room. I stopped behind the bedroom door trying to hear what was Tom doing but couldn’t heard a thing. Maybe he was sleeping! After several minutes without hearing a sound from the bedroom I slowly opened the door. The bed was empty. Then I heard him. He was having a shower. Without any plan at all I entered into the room and closed the door behind me. Tom’s gun belt and uniform was on the bed. I took the belt and put it under the bed. I looked at his pants and saw something that could have been a great help for me: there were two pairs of hand cuffs in their neat leather case hanging from his pants. I took them and put them in my back pockets. The water stopped running in the bathroom. My heart was beating so loud I was afraid he might have heard it. Hesitating I finally decided to hide just next to the bathroom door. The opened door would hide me at least long enough to surprise him from behind. My hands were sweating as I stayed quietly waiting for Tom to appear.

What a boring guy, I thought. He didn’t sing or whistle in shower. Then I heard him just behind the door. He was coming out now. I pressed my body tightly against the wall as I heard him opening the door. Panic was what I felt next when I realised that the door was opened inwards not outwards! There was no time to hide anymore. Tom was wearing a small white towel that hardly covered his hips. His hair was wet and some drops of water were running down on his wide back. I couldn’t help not to admire his perfect body, those muscles and that bubble butt. He took another towel and started to dry his hair. I sneaked behind him but couldn’t decided how to proceed. His arms were covering his neck and throat making it impossible to aim them. I looked at his muscled back and that tight ass. His powerful legs were lightly separated. I knew now where to start. I took a short step backwards estimating the distance that was needed to make my angle to land on his free hanging balls. Tom moved a bit and the split between his legs grew wider allowing even easier access to his unprotected nuts. I took a deep breathe and kicked as hard as I barely could. It was like a slow motion movie where each second seemed to last eternally. My right leg moved forward rising up and getting straight in 90 degrees angle. My foot disappeared between his legs gaining more and more altitude. I felt the wet towel rubbing softly the skin of my leg and then immediately my toes contacted with the head of his cock. It was warm and smooth. As my toes moved his thick cock upwards my angle reached the real target, his heavy ball sack. The targeting was perfect. My angle impacted squarely right between those two egg sized balls with such a force Tom jumped up few inches. His immediate reaction was an odd sound that came out from his mouth. It was a suffocated cough full of pain, a sound that came deep from his diaphragm. His hands grabbed the busted balls as his knees went together and his body bent forward. The small towel fell down on the floor as he stumbled next to the bed. He collapsed down on his knees and placed his strong arms on the bed leaning against his elbows. He finally looked behind to see who had busted him. I noticed how his eyes got wider when he saw me. I walked slowly next to him and placed my knee on his back. I slid my hand between his ass cheeks and grabbed his aching nuts in my fist squeezing and pulling them backwards. His torso landed on the bed as he moved his hands behind his back trying to stop me hurting his balls. I took one of the had cuffs from my pocket and lock his right wrist and then released his balls. I quickly grabbed his left wrist. He started to struggle knowing by now what was I going to do. But I was fast and soon had his hands locked behind his back with his own handcuffs. I moved my knee away from his back. He rolled away from me and then stopped. His back was lying on the bed and his feet were on the floor. I grinned and followed him. He had no escape from this. I reached his feet locking them with the second set of handcuffs. He was trying to kick me and struggled but there was nothing he could do. I lifted his feet on the bed and he stayed on his back. I took a close look on him. His chest was nicely worked out, the abdomen was a perfect six pack getting narrower as it approached the waist line. His chest was naturally smooth and there was only a fine stripe of hair from his stomach to his groin. His pubic hair was a dark thick bush in a small zone just above his dick. It was one of those porn actor’s cocks I had seen in video tapes, smooth, straight and beautiful. I would say the limp cock was 6 inches long and thicker than my cock in full erection.

He was annoyed, furious and without any doubt extremely irritated. The bastard looked so handsome and even sexier when angry. I climbed on the bed next to him and took his balls on the palm of my hand. I am sure he would have killed me without those handcuffs restricting his movements. Despite of my kick his nuts were in perfect condition. They were heavy and large, real sperm factories I would say. No wonder my kick caught them in once. They were too big to miss. I fondled with his balls few minutes and then grabbed his cock with my other hand. He was spitting and calling me with all kinds of adjectives such like sick or fag. I bent closer to his cock and guided it on my lips. With the help of my hand that was holding tight his shaft I slipped his cock between my lips and slowly into my warm mouth. I kept on taking the cock deeper until I felt the head of it at the beginning of my throat. My tongue played with his velvet soft corona. My fingers wrapped around his huge balls giving them a soft massage. I started to pump his cock with my hungry mouth and for my big surprise his cock started to grow immediately. The length of my pumping moves were second by second longer as the cock gained inches. I twisted and stretched his balls a bit harder. I wanted to see his cock better so I took it out from my mouth.. “Wow”, I said him, “it’s a big tool, man!”. It wasn’t a monster cock but around 9 inches long beautiful large man meat. I still remember it’s perfectly round shape. I had seen cocks that were curved, flat, oval or any variations of those but never a cock that round. As a huge Italian salami sausage. “I thought you said this is sick but what I can see is that you like it.”. He didn’t answer but just spitted on my face. I grabbed him from his marble hard shoulders and rolled him on his stomach. “I would like you to suck my cock too but I know you would bite it off. So I have no other choice than to use another hole. And that hole has no teeth”. I grabbed him from his strong ass cheeks with my hands and opened the crack between his legs to see his asshole. It was pink with a dark brown circle around it. “I guess you are still virgin, aren’t you Tom?” He didn’t answer but started to struggle violently. I saw his fat balls on the bed poking out from between his legs. Three knuckle punches right where it hurts were enough to cool him down. My own spit was the only lubrication he would receive. I hold his ass cheeks separated to see the virgin hole. My cock was ready for the new adventure. I placed it on the tight hole and started slowly to dig my way into his dark tunnel. As soon as I felt my cock head has passed the tight ring and felt the pressure of his body around it I stopped being gentle. With one aggressive thrust I forced my hard cock all the way in until my balls slapped against his butt. Even he had his face buried into the pillow I was able to hear his screams. His ass was so tight. The pressure around my cock was incredible. He was squirming in agony as I fucked him raping violently his unexplored darkness. Each movement of his tense rectum stimulated my cock with such a way I couldn’t hold it any longer and shot my snow white elixir in his burning ass. It was my turn to be exhausted now and I collapsed on his wide back as I finished raping his ass. I had my cock still inside him. I felt his exhilarated heart beats in my cock. He was mourning quietly with his head still buried in the pillow. I pull out my victorious cock from his assaulted man hole. My blood and sperm covered cock was a messy sight. But the best was still to come. I rolled Tom on his back. The handsome man had tears in his eyes. I smiled on him and reached for his cock again. I placed the hard cock on my mouth and forced it slowly through my partially closed lips into the warm cave of my mouth imitating a vaginal penetration. He moaned quietly. I started to give him the best blow job he ever have had in his life. His body was tense at the beginning and he tried to fight back but within 30 seconds he stopped struggle. Instead his hips started to move up and down. I squeezed his balls few time extremely hard and when I twisted them he moaned loud. I felt how his sack got tighter and his balls wanted to go closer to his body. I place my fingers above his balls and pulled them roughly downwards stretching his cords to their limit. His hips jumped upwards and his cock felt as it was made of marble. He shot a huge load of creamy bitter man milk in my mouth. I kept on pumping his massive tool and he kept on cumming. My mouth was full of his thick juice and I swallowed it all. I squeezed and yanked the zone where his cords are attached to his balls as my mouth kept on pumping his cum covered cock. He was screaming partly because of his orgasm but mostly because of the great pain in his baby makers. His balls were swollen and dark red. There were still cum coming out of his cock. I place my fingers on his bruised nuts and started to dig my fingertips into his balls. He was squirming in agony and screaming like never before in his life. It's amazing how easy it is to hurt man's balls but how difficult to make them pop. Difficult but not impossible. The harder I hurt them the louder he moaned. I always was wondering how would it be to ruin balls of a grown up man and I was soon going to find it out. First thing I felt was that the outer membrane went suddenly from the hard to soft. His voice was a high peek cry. Then I felt how something cracked under my fingertips and gave up. Suddenly the whole testicle just collapsed and made a dull quiet popping sound. His cock shot one big load more into my mouth but now the taste was different. His testies just turned into jelly mush in my hands. I pulled out his cock and saw there was blood and some yellow or grayish stuff in his last shot. Both of his balls have stopped existing. He didn't scream anymore.. he was unconscious. Half an hour later he woke up. I had a knife blade placed under his limp cock. "You want to keep your dick, Tom?" , I asked him. "If you do you will go to a hospital or anywhere, I don't care. But one thing you will promise you never come back, understood!" He nodded and I left him there. When I came back few hours later he was gone. He never came back.