MUSCLE BALLS PART 2
GAY, TESTICLES
Joe takes his revenge on a muscle hunk who bullied him in high school.
` The more he thought about it, the angrier Joe got. The memories welled up in
his mind and he relived the moments again and agin, as if it were yesterday.
When Joe was in high school, he was constantly bullied and harrassed by a
bigger guy named Brett. Brett was a true jock -- football, baseball,
wrestling. In high school the blond stud was 6'3 and 220 pounds of solid
muscle, and he loved showing it off. `

Brett always dressed in clothes which accentuated his figure, and every
movement drew attention to his musculature. He loved tanktops, including
cutoff tanks, which he called muscle shirts. He loved very tight jeans and
cutoff shorts which showed off his thigh muscular thighs. Brett was smooth all
over except for his pubic patch and armpits.

When Brett wore cutoff tanktops or T shirtts, you could see his ripped
abdominal muscles. He tight shirts snugly fitted his thick slabs of pectoral
muscle. His arms were very impressive, with big shoulders. His biceps looked
like cannonballs when he moved his arms. Brett loved raising his arms over his
head and flexing for all to see, making a bid scene of stretching and yawning
and drawing attention to himself. He was cocky as hell and walked with an air
of superiority over everyone else.

He liked to push Joe's face into the water fountain, puch him in the back, hit
himwith a towelin the showers, and embarrass him in front of the other
students. Joe just smoldered and took it. What else could he do?

Well, now that was going to change. The time had come. All the frustrations
and resentments came out and Joe decided it was time to give Brett what he had
coming.

He knew Brett worked out late in the 8th Street gym and was there alone many
nights after others had gone. With his newly aquired stun gun and, for good
measure if needed, some mace, he got ready. Sure enough, after midnight,
Brett's car was the only one in the lot. He entered the deserted gym and heard
the shower water running. Brett must be in there.

He hurried to the shower area and peeked around the corner to see the object
of his hatred. Brett was there, and looked just like he used to look, only
about 20 pounds heavier, and all solid muscle. While Brett's eyes were closed
under the shower nozzle,Joe approached and zapped him long and hard with the
stun gun.

It had its effect. Brett went out like a light. Joe turned off the shower
water and dragged the muscle hunk from the shower area into the locker room.
God he looked great. Still the smooth rippling muscleman he remembered.

He quickly tied the stud's wrists and ankles to the bench supports anchored in
the floor so he was spreadeagled. He took some straps of leather and tied one
to each knee and tied the knees apart so Brett would be unable to move his
thighs to protect his groin when the fun started. And then with some smelling
salts and a little water to the fact he awoke a groggy Brett.

"What the hell?" Brett began. "Your days as a he-man are numbered, muscleboy.
I am gonna take your balls." "Shit. Fuck you", Brett shouted.

"Wrong answer," Joe said as he kicked the hunk in his testicles. Brett
screamed in agony.

Brett took some duct tape tape and taped Brett's penis up to his abs so it
would be out of the way. Then he placed a block of wood under the bound stud's
nut sack so the sack rested atop it. "God no, please don't" whined Brett.

"Say bye bye to your babymakers, hot stud." Joe took a rubber mallet and began
beating the young muscle hun'k's balls with it. Softly at first to get his
attention,and then harder and harder. The muscleboy thrashed violently against
his restraints to no avail. He knew he was being ruined. The pain was
incredible, and began radiating upward into his abs. 5, 10, 15 blows to each
doomed testicle. The smaller one finally burst and became a spongy mass of goo
in its ballbag, and Joe held the remaining intact ball in his hand.

Joe looked into the blue eyes of the bound young blond muscleboy. Their eyes
fixed on each other. Brett's tear filled eyes pleaded "No, no." Joe said "Well
stud, you spent all those years building up your muscles and trying to look
perfect, and now you do. You look perfect. And now I am gonna ruin you for
good. All your muscles and work wasted. Big muscle stud naked and helpless and
defenseless. Say bye bye to your seeders."

With that the mallet came crashing down on the last testicle, rupturing the
skin and forcing the orb out onto the floor, still attached to the body by its
cords. Another blow to the ball splattered it for good.

On the way out Joe called 911. After all, he wanted justice and nothing more.

  

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