MUSCLE BALLS PART 3

He looked out his bedroom window wo see what the noise was. Damn! His neighbor was having his house roof repaired. That's just great. No sleep today thanks to those asshole neighbors. And they couldn't even be here to hear it themselves....they were on vacation and the house was to be finished when they returned next week.

Joe was about to turn from the window in disgust when he noticed the roofer. He about pissed in his pants. On dear God.

The guy was young....maybe 23, blond, tanned, smooth, and built. Wearing a loose-fitting cutoff tanktop and cutoff jeans shorts with work boots. His pecs and abs stood out for all the world to see. They were beautiful slabs of muscular definition, rippling with strength. The arms were incredible. Strong shoulders, cannonball biceps that mounded when the guy moved his arms. Thick muscular thighs brimming with muscle. His chiseled face was cute and gorgeous...movie star looks. And Joe was beginning to think of a plan to get this muscle stud for good.

He watched him for 4 hours working out there, building up a sweat, rippling his muscles, showing off, hoping the world was watching him. That's what he wanted. That's what these muscleboys all wanted. They wanted to be admired and have everyone else be in awe of them. They wanted to show off. This kid was no different. Oh sure, they had the stuff to show off, all right. That wasn't the point. Joe's point was that muscle studs like this needed to be worked over long and hard, and needed to have their balls taken. God, Joe loved to take their balls. Sometimes by cutting, sometimes by crushing, sometimes by clamping and severing the cords. But this guy deserved something new.

Near lunch time the kid came down and got into his truck, and Joe quickly left and followed him in his car. He was glad he left his stun gun under the seat. He followed the kid several miles. Damn, where was he going anyway? The kid finally pulled over into a roadside park and drove down a secluded path, stopped the truck, got out and began to eat his lunch.

It was now or never. Joe approached from behind and stun gunned the kid in the back of the neck. He dropped unconscious instantly.

Joe rummaged around in the kid's truck until he found what he wanted---some 3 inch nails and a hammer, plus some sturdy-looking rope. He quickly bound the kid by spreadeagling him and securing his wrists, ankles, and knees with the rope. The kid was spread out, exposed and vulnerable and helpless, with his massive thighs splayed. Joe ripped the tanktop and shorts from the muscleboy and rubbed his hands over the prone body--the abs, the chest, the well-muscled arms and thighs. Perfect for what he needed to do.

A little water woke the kid, who could not believe the position he was in. "Hey man, what are you gonna do with me?" he asked. "I am going to nail your balls, big boy," Joe leered. "Oh my God no, please, let me go, you gotta be kidding," the kid whimpered.

Joe felt the balls, rolling them in his hands. Large, smooth, firm but sensitive, and oh, so very vulnerable. The kid's balls were his for the taking. He just loved working over the balls on the muscleboys. What fun! And how they flexed and strained against their bonds trying to get away---a great show of musculature unrivaled anywhere. And how they would cry and scream and whimper. And how they would try in vain to put their thighs together to protect their sensitive eggs. This kid was no different.

Joe got a block of wood and rested it beneath the tender young testicles. "Balls to the wall, kind of, kid." "Oh my God no, please, please don't hurt my balls, please dont mister."

"Too late laddie. These nuts are history." Joe took a nail and rested it against the kid's right testicle, pushing it into the skin as far as he could, up against the wall of the nut. Then he took the hammer and with one swift blow drove the nail completetely through the young testicle and into the board below. The young man bucked and brayed and bellowed like a banshee. Joe loved it...he massaged the flexing young biceps as they balled upand strained against the wrist restraints. He loved to feel the biceps on these muscleboys while he tortured their balls. They always put on such a good show.

Joe took another nail and drove it into the remaining testicle, with the same crazed result. God, the kid's arms could break loose he was pulling so hard. His chest heaved and his abs fluttered as the ball pain ascended up his torso and into his abs. Nothing like some good ball pain to get these cocky young studs flexing their abs. The pain was deep and grinding and gnawing like nothing else in life.

This is what he wanted. This is what the kid deserved. He was a handsome devil. Too bad (but not really). He really should do some more, like maybe dislocate his shoulders or whip him, but there wasn't time. But there was enough time to try to ruin that cute face for a while, so he kicked the boy in the face a few times with his boots. Joe thought he would call 911 on the way back to town. After all, his neighbors did need their roof finished by next week.