The Teacher's Balls

by ader687

Summer vacation was on the horizon and school was coming to an end.
The days got hotter, longer, and much more relaxed. So relaxed, that
Mr Tiffany, the sexiest health teacher ever, had taken the luxury of
using his break time to whack off, instead of preparing for his next
class.

He was reclined in his leather office chair with his pants around
his ankles and both hands wrapped around his massive cock. His low-
hanging, king-sized balls rested on the seat beneath. He jacked his
full-grown dick furiously- enjoying the latest video release from
his favorite porn studio.

On the screen, two lean, athletic twenty-somethings, almost as
attractive and well endowed as Mr Tiffany, himself, were taking
turns impaling each other on their impressive penises. They traded
off on making the other wail in pleasure as they slam fucked his
hungry asshole- hitting the right spot every time.

Mr Tiffany couldn't help but let out a few moans of his own, this
was the best video he'd seen in ages. However, he knew he needed to
keep quiet. His career would be over if he were caught in the act.

"You think he's in there?"

Mr Tiffany heard a young man's voice coming from just outside the
door to his classroom.

"Yeah, it's his prep period. He's probably just taking a nap or
something," another male voice replied.

The intensely vulnerable teacher panicked as he heard the door
handle turning. He'd forgotten to lock it and didn't have anywhere
near enough time to hide what he was up to.

"Mr Tiffany?" Two of his students called out in unison, puzzled
beyond belief.

"Yes, boys?" He responded to two of his top senior students as he
did his best to stuff his rock hard dick away.

The young men weren't fooled. They could hear the adult video loud
and clear. And, after noticing the open tub of Vaseline on the desk,
they hadn't a shadow of a doubt about what their teacher was doing.

They turned to each other with devilish smiles- confident they were
thinking the same thing.

"You don't have to stop, Mr Tiffany," the taller one started as he
walked closer to the desk. "You taught us masturbation was nothing
to be ashamed of, so finish up."

"Not in front of my students," he responded as he, shamefully,
closed his laptop.

"If you don't keep going, we'll tell," the shorter one chimed
in. "I'll say you came after both of us. And you'll never be able to
work again."

Mr Tiffany just sat there, shaking his head in disbelief.

The shorter student locked the door and joined his buddy next to
their teacher. They opened his laptop and unzipped his pants,
unleashing his, still, hard, pre-cum oozing monster cock.

"Wow, you've really got it all: perfect body, perfect face, perfect
dick. You should think about changing jobs. You'd be the best porn
star ever."

"I know, dude, look at his balls. They're huge!" The shorter man
said, fondling them.

At this point, Mr Tiffany felt like a freak show. Two of his most
respectable students were gleefully playing with his manhood as if
they had just found the secret to making theirs bigger. They
grabbed, pulled, and stroked his cock and balls with childish
excitement- forcing Mr Tiffany to groan and moan as he was
manhandled.

"Easy now," Mr Tiffany interjected as the boys got a bit too rough.
They were pinching and tugging at his hairy nutsac, completely
ignoring his attention starved penis.

"These must hold a lot of cum," one of the boys observed. "Do you
shoot really big loads?"

"Usually." Mr Tiffany was uncomfortable with the question, but
figured he was in no position to ignore his students.

"I wanna see it," the other boy commanded as he gave a quick stroke
to his teacher's dick.

"So, if I let you watch me cum, we can put this behind us?" Mr
Tiffany asked, ready to make an agreement.

"Sure, but you're gonna cum by our hands."

"You boys wanna give me a hand job?"

"Kind of," the taller one started as the two boys smirked at each
other again. "Take your tie off."

They used Mr Tiffany's tie to fasten his hands behind the back of
the seat.

"Is all that really necessary?" The puzzled teacher asked.

"It will be," a student said in anticipation of the events to come.

The two men forced Mr Tiffany to spread his muscular legs wide so
both of them could fit between. They each chose one testicle and
began servicing it. Licking, sucking, caressing, teasing- the boys
were sending their health teacher to heaven and they hadn't laid a
hand on his massive member.

"Oh boys..." Mr Tiffany's moans of pleasure were quiet but
passionate. He'd never had his testicles stimulated so strongly
before and he could feel an orgasm brewing in the pit of his
stomach. "I'm gonna cum soon."

The taller of the two diverted his attention to the teacher's
engorged penis and began doing everything he could to work the semen
out. He was working Mr Tiffany's penis over so well that it was near
impossible for the man to keep himself quiet.

"Stuff something in my mouth," he begged as he gasped for air. The
boys were doing so well, the grown man had nearly lost control of
his body.

The tall one continued working on Mr Tiffany's agitated shaft, while
the other grabbed his teacher's underwear off the floor and stuffed
them into his open mouth. He wasted no time going back to work on
the enormous pair of testicles that were left in his care, but, this
time, he was noticeably rougher than he'd ever been.

The look on Mr Tiffany's face shifted from pleasure to pain, but
before he could let out a muffled cry for mercy, his tight abs began
to contract uncontrollably as the geyser between his legs splattered
mouth-fulls of hot cum all over his muscular chest.

"Damn, that's a lot," the taller one said in awe, continuing to
stroke Mr Tiffany's emptied monster cock.

The other nodded in agreement, as he used both hands to clamp down
hard on his teacher's juicy testicles. And, taking his hands off the
overworked penis, the taller student held Mr Tiffany down in his
seat as the confused teacher tried to escape the agony that had
exploded in his stomach and slowly spread to the rest of his
muscular body.

His post-orgasm cum-sacks were red, ripe and tender, doubling the
effect of anything done to his manhood and making the pain that much
more unbearable. The stinging pain coupled with the dull ache was
becoming more than he could handle. He was left feeling as if an
Olympic weightlifter was continuously punching him in the stomach as
he was forced to drink an entire bottle of Tabasco sauce, suffering
the whole way through.

"Is it true that bigger balls can take a harder beating?" The boy in
control asked as he tightened his grip.

Mr Tiffany shook his head viciously, hoping the pain would end soon.

"I think you're lying," he said as moved from squeezing Mr Tiffany's
massive eggs to stuffing them into his mouth. He used his tongue to
pulverize his teacher's nuts as he sucked as hard as he could make
Mr Tiffany feel like his balls were caught in a high-powered vacuum.

The tortured man tried to call for help, but the briefs were placed
in his mouth firmly, and all that was heard were some inaudible,
masculine noises.

"I think he wants you to suck harder," the taller one suggested,
doing his best to keep Mr Tiffany from moving.

He was really saying, "Please don't crush my balls!" but the boys
had assumed that much and really just didn't care.

"My jaw's tired," the shorter one said, allowing his teacher's
busted balls to dangle freely for a moment.

"Trade spots with me," the taller one said without hesitation,
jumping at his turn to play with his teacher's bollocks.

He took the king sized testicles into his mouth and duplicated the
actions of his peer, only he was much stronger, and Mr Tiffany
really couldn't handle it.

The teacher began to shake again and another, but less impressive,
load of cum shot out of his penis, which still stood ten inches
tall, even after all the pain.

"I think he likes it man," the shorter one said, noticing the
unmissable erection.

His friend didn't remove the nads from his mouth to reply, he just
kept sucking, driving Mr Tiffany into an even darker, but more
vivid, world of pain.

The student even tried swallowing his teacher's testicles, just to
see if he could. It didn't work, but the failed attempt hurt like
hell for Mr Tiffany.

"Let's see if we can make him shoot again," the shorter one said,
directing his buddy to keep tormenting the testicles in his mouth
and start stroking his teacher's beet red cock.

The teacher could do nothing more than shake his head in protest and
try to break free from the confines of two of his top students.

His manhood was so sensitive that every stroke from the student's
Vaseline covered hand stung and caused his body to jerk about.

His big balls still felt like they were trapped in the center of a
hurricane, screaming and begging for rescue with increasing
desperation as each torturous second passed.

And, with sweat dripping from his forehead, the student continued to
suck as hard as he could, enjoying the sensation of his teacher's
balls melting in his mouth. And, like two giant gummy bears left to
dissolve behind his lips, they became softer and softer, just
begging to be swallowed whole.

"Here it comes," the student said, speeding up his strokes, bringing
Mr Tiffany to a dull and painful climax.

He groaned as he watched hardly any semen dribble from his penis,
which seemed to be permanently erect. It bobbed and twitched about,
bright red and burning, asking for more attention, but needing to be
left alone.

"Oh fuck!" He cried from his brief stuffed mouth as his student
forced the overgrown testicles out of his mouth through an opening
he made sure was half the size of each and a rush of pain engulfed
his entire body.

"We should go. The bell's gonna ring soon," one of the students
said, as they untied Mr Tiffany. "I figure you know better than to
try to punish us for this. It'd be the word of two students against
a teacher's. You'll lose no matter what."

"Yeah, I'll be looking forward to seeing you in eight period," the
taller one started, as the two boys collected their things, "And
we'll both be by after school to help with the tutoring center," he
said as both of them walked out the door, it slamming behind them.

Mr Tiffany scrambled through the agony to clean himself up and gain
his composure before the students from his next class began to pile
in. The cum on his chest had dried, so he slipped his shirt on,
buttoned it up and finished getting dressed. He stood up, but only
for a second, to slide his underwear and pants back on.

The pain in his balls was too much for him to handle. He decided
he'd teach his next class while sitting behind his desk with an ice-
cold bottle of water shoved between his legs.

For a moment, he even thought about faking an emergency and going
home early for the day, but he knew there was no way he'd get to his
car without everyone noticing his erection and he didn't want to
miss seeing the boys after school at the tutoring center. He had
something he wanted to show them.

Mr Tiffany suffered through the rest of the school day, seated carefully on a well-
cushioned chair, finding that even the most common activities brought pain to his tortured
balls. He only stood up when he absolutely had to, and those instances were usually
reluctant trips to the bathroom. Somehow, he would gather the courage to hobble and
wince his way to the teacher's lounge, occasionally giving up and settling for the student
restroom across the hall.

He made several attempts at relieving the pain, but most were failed, interrupted, or just
too painful. In fact, the only thing that really worked was removing the tight briefs he
wore. And, though he usually enjoyed the snug feeling and the way they supported his
heavy genitals, after the earlier encounter, it just felt like the world's smallest rubber band
had been snapped around his balls.

Those boys really got him good: Everything he tried ended up easing the pain less than
noticeably. And, by the time eighth period rolled around and the activities at the tutoring
center had come and gone, he was ready to curl up and die.

"We feel bad about earlier," Logan, the taller of the two young men said. There was a
sincerity to his apology, but Mr Tiffany didn't seem to care.

"Tell it to my balls," he snapped back as he freely stuck his hand down his pants and began
massaging his manhood. It was something he had been dying to do all day. His nuts were
begging for some attention and he decided now was a better time than ever as the
classroom had cleared out and Ryan and Logan were the only ones left in the room; they
had already seen him naked, and then some.

"We'd love to, but, after what we did earlier, we're afraid you're never going to let us
anywhere near them."

"Yeah, that was pretty fucked up. You know I can barely walk because of you two?"

The two boys looked at each other and smiled. They didn't realize they had done such a
good job.

"We're sorry," Ryan spoke with more earnestness than Logan. "We really want to make you
feel better," he said as he stepped closer to Mr Tiffany.

"Stop! I don't want either of you anywhere near me."

"Come on, teach. Think about it. If we knew how to mess your balls up so bad, we
obviously know how to make them feel better," Logan reasoned as both students moved a
few steps closer to Mr Tiffany.

"Knowledge of destruction has nothing to do with knowledge of repair." Mr Tiffany held a
hand up to stop their advances. "But that blowjob was pretty amazing, until you guys
started trying to kill me."

The boys laughed at the exaggeration in their teacher's comment.

"So, you'll let us do it?" The students asked in unison as their faces displayed the most
innocent expressions they could.

Mr Tiffany thought long and hard about what his decision would be. After all, a good
blowjob and massage could be just thing to bring him some relief, but if the boys got
control of his punished genitals for a second time, they might double the pain, or even
triple it.

"Sure." He had weighed the pros and cons, but, in the end, his libido made the final
decision. Even through all the agony, he was incredibly horny, and Ryan and Logan weren't
ugly by any means.

Mr Tiffany watched their faces light up as if he had just promised them some extra credit
and was instantly warped in a world of pure ecstasy as the boys serviced him like the
professionals they claimed to be.

He moaned and cried out in complete satisfaction as the students ripped his clothes off
and pounced on him like two wild animals. Not an inch of him was forgotten as they
kissed, licked and rubbed his entire naked body, spending extra time on his hardened
nipples, causing him to beg for more.

"It's time to treat these cum-puppies right," Ryan said as he carefully slipped Mr Tiffany's
massive testicles into his eager mouth. He used the same 'vacuum from hell' technique
from before, but was far gentler. It was clear to Mr Tiffany's nuts that the intent was
pleasure, not pain. And that fact was even clearer to Mr Tiffany's mouth.

The man couldn't keep quiet, no matter how hard he tried. And, fearful of the curiosity of
security guards and anyone else who was still around campus, he pulled that disowned
pair of black briefs out of the top drawer of his desk and stuffed them into his mouth.

Mr Tiffany was worried he was simply repeating mistakes of the past, but knew it was all
he could do to keep quiet.

"Alright, now the good stuff starts," Logan said as he cleared Mr Tiffany's desk off and
helped him lay flat on top of it; his ten inch erection to the sky. "I'm gonna give you a little
massage," Logan informed his teacher as he pulled some professional grade massage oils
from his backpack. "People say my hands are magic, but I'll let you be the judge of that."

All the while, Ryan kept the oversized sex organs in his mouth, making sure not to miss a
chance at making Mr Tiffany grunt and groan with pleasure. And that same pleasure
paralyzed him from the moment Logan laid hands on him. The attention he paid to every
single muscle, every single crevice, and every single portion of his sweaty six-pack abs
was enough to make him melt. And, coupled with the overwhelming feeling of Ryan doing
his best to carefully guide the cum out his heavy balls, keeping a steady heartbeat would
have been impossible if the erotic massage hadn't been so relaxing.

Every part of him, except for his big balls and huge dick, felt glued to the table, as if
gravity had made a blanket over his sexy, sweat-drenched body. He was so relaxed that
he doubted he'd ever move, not even if the world's safety depended on it.

"Here it comes," Logan said, continuing to massage his teacher's beefy body as the skin on
it became flushed and its muscles jerked and twitched about.

Mr Tiffany had jawbreakers for balls, but Ryan continued tasting them as they emptied. He
watched what seemed like gallons of thick, white cum onto his teacher's chest and
abdomen.

"Holy fuck!" Mr Tiffany couldn't stop shaking. "You guys are amazing," he praised them
after spitting the briefs out his mouth and admiring the mess he had made.

"Thanks," Ryan said, easing the testicles of perfection out of his mouth.

"Let me do you two. I've got to return the favor," Mr Tiffany's mind was blown. "That's the
best I've felt in years."

The young men almost dropped dead at the offer. A fantasy that even their wildest of
dreams had deemed far too impractical was about to become a reality.

"At the same time?" Logan asked, already half-naked.

"Yeah," Mr Tiffany started, sitting up on his desk, with the cum sliding into his lap, "I think
I'm enough man for both of you."

By the time the teacher had finished his statement, the two boys had already gotten rid of
all of their clothes. They both looked good. Their bodies had far more muscularity to them
than their clothes let on and their cocks weren't too shabby either. In fact, Logan's
endowment even garnered some words of admiration from the king of cock and balls,
himself.

"That, there, is a weapon of mass destruction," Mr Tiffany admired, grabbing a hold of
Logan's penis and pulling him closer. "And those nuts, of yours, could easily be mistaken
for wrecking balls," he cooed, as he tickled and caressed Logan's heavy low-hanger's. "I
might need to take you guys one at a time, after all."

Ryan wished he was first, but he knew he'd enjoy watching Mr Tiffany service Logan.

"Oh God," Logan said as Mr Tiffany stretched his mouth to fit around the beer-bottle-
thick, eight inch, penis. Mr Tiffany quickly went to work, using his free hand to cradle and
examine Logan's loaded balls, but seemed to pull his mouth away even faster. "Please
don't stop," he begged, as he looked Mr Tiffany in the eye.

Wiping drool from his mouth, Mr Tiffany decided that he wouldn't forgive the boys for
what they had done until he got proper revenge. Sure, they gave him a good work over,
but the pain in his nuts was starting to return, and so were his thoughts of vengeance.

"How about we take this back to my place?" The teacher asked, picking his clothes up off
the ground.

"Seriously? Are we gonna, like, have sex?" Logan asked, blushed red with his heart racing.

"Yeah, I want you inside of me," he passed a quick wink at Logan, "That dick is too hot to
pass up."

Once again, Logan almost died from excitement. He couldn't believe what was happening.
His night just kept getting better and better.

"What about me?" Ryan asked- feeling left out.

"Maybe tomorrow." Mr Tiffany wanted to make sure both Ryan and Logan got their just
desserts, but he knew he wouldn't be able to take advantage of them at the same time. So,
it came down to a matter of who would be more fun to destroy. "Tonight is all about
Logan."

Ryan whined for a few minutes, but eventually gave up. He knew his time would come.
And he would rather not be forced to share it with Logan.

The three of them made their way to the parking lot, being careful not to be seen together.
Ryan hopped into his car, still a little disappointed, watching the sexy teacher and Logan
discuss transportation options, finally deciding that they would drive separate cars to Mr
Tiffany's place.

Logan was ridiculously horny, making the fifteen-minute drive feel four times as long.
And, fatally unaware of Mr Tiffany's true plans, he cursed at every stop sign, red light, and
pedestrian that tried to come between him and his teacher's bed.

Upon arrival at Mr Tiffany's home, Logan raced to the door and begged to forgoe any kind
of tour of the house. His only interest was the quickest path to the bedroom.

"Take your clothes off and lay on the bed spread eagle," Mr Tiffany ordered as he undid the
zipper on his slacks.

"I thought I was fucking you?" Logan asked as he jumped out of his clothes and hopped
onto the four-post bed.

"You are, but I still want to suck it some more," the teacher replied, pulling lube and a
bundle of ropes out of the side table.

"What are those for?"

"I'm into bondage, so it's hotter for me when the guy's tied up. If you really don't want me
to, I won't tie you down. But itll be so much better if you let me."

Logan nodded his head. He would have agreed to just about anything to ensure that he
got his monster cock up Mr Tiffany's ass. The suspense was killing him and, tied to the
bed, as vulnerable as can be; he wanted nothing more than to get on with it.

"Are you gonna start now?" Logan was afraid he would cum from just thinking of what he
thought was about to happen.

"Yeah," the teacher said, driving his heavy fist straight into Logan's oblivious nads.

An abrupt scream echoed through the house as Mr Tiffany's hand connected with Logan's
man-meat. The pain spread through him slowly, but thoroughly, making him moan and
whine for minutes after the impact.

"What are you doing?" Logan asked, fearing for his balls.

"I'm getting revenge. What you boys did to my boys is unforgivable." Mr Tiffany delivered
another punch into fearful Logan's testicles. This time, the initial yelp was louder and the
moaning and groaning was more dramatic.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We said we were sorry," Logan pleaded, as his teacher pulled a taser
out of one of the dresser drawers. "Please don't hurt me." Mr Tiffany held the taser in the
air and pressed the button once, just to make sure it was working properly. "What are you
gonna do with that!? I'll tell. I'll call the cops!"

"If I remember correctly, no one but me knows you two are gay. So, do you really want
people to find out what you were up to?"

"Why are you doing this!? I thought you were a teacher!"

"I am a teacher. That's why I'm teaching you not to mess with other people's balls." With
that said, Mr Tiffany held the consumer-quality taser to the frightened teenagers nuts
and zapped away. He only gave the button two quick taps, but Logan acted as if he were
dying.

"No, my balls! No!" He cried, trying to break free from the ropes that bound him. "You're
gonna fry them! Stop!" He was whimpering, shivering, and panting like a cold, tired dog.
The taser had been put back into the drawer, but its affects were clearly displayed on
Logan's bright-red balls and tear-filled face. "Please let me go," he begged.

"Alright, I think I've scared you enough. Besides, I don't get off on torturing other people
like you two do." Mr Tiffany untied the ropes and headed to the bathroom. "I'm gonna take
a piss. You can see yourself out."

The light from the bathroom diminished and, as fast as he could, Logan got out of the bed
and pulled the taser gun out of the drawer. He looked around to find a good spot to hide
until he could ambush the avenged health teacher, but noticed that the bathroom door
hadn't shut all the way. The ball-busted student tiptoed to the door and peeked inside.

He saw Mr Tiffany sitting on the countertop, with his eyes closed, gently stroking his
enormous dick. The loved up teacher moaned and licked his lips, as the events of the day
played back in his head. He dreamed of another blowjob from Ryan, cradling and massing
his swollen testicles; trying to simulate the feeling of his student's mouth with his hands.

Tempted to stay and watch, Logan could feel himself getting hard again. He decided he
wanted to see another flood of semen shoot from his teacher's meaty cock, and was afraid
using the taser would hurt his chances. So, he set it down and prepared for attack.

"Oh fuck!" Mr Tiffany's pleasurable evening was cut short by the hand that crushed his
balls. "I told you to leave!" He hollered, trying to pull the determined hand off his
screaming nads.

"You also told me we were gonna have sex tonight," Logan said as squeezed harder and
gave a tug to the man's sac. "I'm not letting go until I see that load, so you'd better get
back to stroking."

"Bastard," Mr Tiffany said as he frantically began stroking his meat, doing everything he
could to work the cum out. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even breathe
properly, but he knew he had to do it to save his testicles.

"I'm just gonna squeeze harder," Logan said, as he tightened his grip and impatiently
waited to see his teacher's semen.

"No!" The teacher cried as he started stroking even faster. The lube was drying out and he
was rubbing his dick dry, but he had to get off soon, or it would be the end for his juicy
testicles. He cried and whimpered as the pain overtook his body, making it hard to find
the energy to rub his cock. "Please! I can't!" Mr Tiffany kept stroking, but was convinced he
wouldn't be able to satisfy his student. His only prayer was the sympathy of a teenage boy.

"You'd better find a way, or I'm gonna rip your balls off!" Logan yelled as he clamped down
even harder. His teacher howled in pain, taking his hands off his burning cock.

"I give up... Just make it fast..." Mr Tiffany gave up. He handed his manhood over to Logan,
realizing there was nothing he could do to stop the pain. Tears flooded his face, dripping
down onto his chest and making a pool in his lap. He was starting to get dizzy, seeing
doubles of his sadistic pupil.

"Woah, you're really gonna let me break you," the boy said, with a huge smirk on his face,
as he released the huge balls to slam onto the countertop. "I'd love to pop your boys, but I
don't think I have it in me."

Mr Tiffany was silent as Logan left the house. He could do no more than tremble in
disbelief of what had just happened. He was moments away from no longer being a man-
he just couldn't wrap his head around it. So, with no other thoughts, he passed out from
shock, sliding to the cold bathroom floor where he would spend the rest of the night as
the teacher who almost lost his balls.