Three

By seth

Of the three of them that had gathered in the dorm room that night,
Ethan, Seth and Pete, all twenty-something college athletes, all
champions of strength and masculinity in their own right, it was
Ethan, the wrestler, who had been marked first, and secretly, for
the severest of annihilation.
They stood in the center of the room in a sort of wide circle facing
each other, all solidly built, all completely naked except for the
same tight white briefs. Seth was the dirtyblonde short stop and was
the runt of the three, only five-foot-two next to Pete's five-eleven
and Ethan's six-foot height. But he was built like brick and had a
club for a dick. He was also gay, out, and was already hardening to
indecent size with a wide, shit eatin' grin spread across his gruff,
handsome face.
"Shit dude," Pete said, oogling. He played soccer, was lean
and cut, muscular with a wolfish smile, light brown hair and brown
eyes. Of the three of them he had a killer's kick and despite a
claim of straight status, he couldn't keep his eyes from Seth's
massive member as it grew and strained the cotton of his briefs to
their limit. It looked like a rapidly stiffening tube of cookie
dough.
"You wanna come suck it?" Seth asked, noticing, and teasing
only just a little. He really wouldn't mind that to start things
going. Pete was a looker, and his blue eyes sparkled deviantly.
"Man," Pete returned, looking away self-consciously. "It's
not even like that."
"Alright," Ethan stepped in, breaking it up. The Leader.
Short black hair, gorgeous, dark eyes, dark tanned skin, deep voice
and easily the largest as far as muscle mass went. He could've been
a UFC fighter. A superman, the perfect alpha, Seth had been eyeing
him from the get go, since the first day of first quarter, but thus
far had allowed Ethan to take the lead and organize things, quietly
biding his own time. What he wanted, salavated over, was what he
just knew had to be swinging like a couple of ripened fruit between
Ethan's hard muscular thighs. Seth desire, what he jacked off to on
a nearly nightly basis, what he'd committed himself to taking by
force if necessary, was the man-god Ethan. He had been willing to
wait for him, patient, while they all discovered this uncanny
commonality and here, after all this time, surpassing Seth's wildest
dreams, was the very man standing next to him in nothing but his
underwear. This was it. Pete, cute and wolfish as he was, would just
be added bonus.
"Pete, you're up," Ethan continued with a half smile. The
bass in his voice brought precum to Seth's dick just to hear
it. "You were the first to open your mouth, so you just volunteered
yourself, dude."
"Shit, man, fine by me," Pete said, taking his stance. He
was ready like freddy.
Ballbusting. That's what this whole thing was about, why they'd
gathered here like this in the middle of the night under everyone
else's noses. For whatever reason, whatever they got out of it
individually, each of these all American dudes got off from having
their nuts wrecked, hard, by other dudes as strong as they were.
Pete was first.
"How do you want to take it?" Ethan asked, getting straight
to it. Seth liked that. Oh Jesus fuck, this was going to be so much
fun.
"However, man," Pete said, readying himself.
"Put your hands behind your head, dude," Seth chimed in. He
was going to break the ice, he decided just then. Pete complied,
spreading his legs to brace himself. Seth walked up to him and saw
that Pete was beginning to harden himself, just in anticipation. And
it was a pretty good size from what Seth could tell. Figured. His
shit eating grin broadened.
"What're you thinkin'," Ethan asked, enjoying the scene just
as much. "Knee? Kick?" Pete's eye took on a hungry gleam at this
point, like a shark readying for something tasty. His body tensed.
"Nah," Seth said casually. And here he stepped in so close
he could have been kissing Pete for all it was worth. He could smell
the dude's breath, and quietly he said: "When we're through, you're
gonna beg me to suck my dick."
"Woah, dud--" But before Pete could finish, Seth delivered a
hard uppercut straight to the soccerplayer's nuts, smashing them
both as hard as he could and lifting him up off his feet.
"AWW!!!" Pete screamed out, taking several, pain-swift steps
backwards. "Awwww!." then for another moment he was quiet, bent
double, as his body absorbed the intense shock of the assult to his
twin boys. Then, "Oh my god, dude... Oh my god...," he groaned. He
was holding himself with both hands, legs still spread and his knees
bent low. The pained look on his face was so classic, so hot, and
brought everyone's dicks to full mast. But he didn't fall though,
and Seth was genuinely surprised at the guy's endurance.
"You like it?" Seth asked, squeezing his own dick through
his briefs. This was so hot. God damn. Pete gingerly took new
purchase on cradling his busted balls.
"Yeah dude, damn... You got 'em both" His voice was still a
strangled groan. He started to sink to the ground. "Oh my god
dude..."
"That was pretty fuckin' sweet," Ethan said, deep voiced.
Seth turned with satiffaction and found that Ethan had stepped up to
him, so close they nearly bumped chests.
"Hey stud," Seth said, still smiling, and without a single
word of response, Ethan grabbed both of Seth's shoulder's and plowed
his giant kneecap up between the shortstop's muscled legs shattering
his chicken egg sized nuts. And then he did it again. Seth screamed
out, his voice actually breaking octave and he dropped to the
ground, cradling his balls that were now so thouroughly crushed he
felt like he could swallow them. He buried his face in the carpet,
trembling.
"Thought you'd like that," Ethan said. He stood over Seth
with his hands on his hips, classic champion pose, and smiled down
at him. His own dick was about as big as Seth's, a monster, and also
was straining the fabric of his briefs. Ethan looked over Seth to
Pete, who was still recovering on his knees. That had been his
mistake.
With tremendous speed despite his own racked debilitation, Seth
lurched forward, seized Ethan's drawers and yanked them down,
exposing both his big strong dick and the two balls he had waiting
so goddamn long to see. And he wasn't disappointed. They were huge,
enormous, fuzzy, near perfect spheres, and the size of two plump
plums. They dangled loose between the wrestler's legs. In another
moment Seth took both monster nuts into his mouth and chomped down
hard, full force, chewing them like bubblegum.
The look of mixed surprise and blinding pain spread over Ethan's
face in an instant as his oversized oysters were mashed and chewed,
chomped and crushed in Seth's powerful jaws. He screamed out loud,
grabbing Seth's head in both his hands, but to no avail. Seth just
continued to chew and chew as though his life depended on it. He
wanted to make sure Ethan, big strong powerful man-god Ethan, would
not get back up from this assault to his manhood.
"Oh my god! Oh my fuckin god! My balls, man! MY BALLS! MY
BALLS!!!"
Ethan was going red in the face, his gorgeous dark eyes crossing
toward each other, rolling up into the back of his head. Veins
popped out on his powerful neck and he had no choice but to stand
there, swallowed head to toe by the worst, most brutal pain his boys
had ever endured.
Seth grabbed his own fat dick with one hand, began yanking.
"I'll stop him," Pete said, getting his second wind. He
flashed a look of intent to Ethan to let him know, and took his
stance. Ethan, a second too late, realized what Pete was about to
do, but was unable to vocalize his protest. "Gghh! Gunnhh!" was all
he could manage as Seth continued the hard chewing and grinding.
Pete, with the acute aim only years of practice on the field can
yield, ran full speed across the distace between himself and where
Seth was on his knees, and kicked a goal with outrageous blunt force
trauma up between the shortstop's muscled buttocks, annihilating his
two already tenderized eggs.
The effect was unfortunately the opposite of what was expected.
Instead of releasing their leader Ethan's nuts, Seth instinctively
ground even harder, with impossible strength, in response to being
kicked so hard in the gonads. It was a final crush of Ethan's bull
balls between Seth's teeth, and Ethan blacked out, collapsed
backwards onto the couch.
Seth disengaged from his chewtoys to crumple on the floor a
second time, desperately holding his swollen berries. A deep,
gutteral moan escaped his lips and his vision blurred. But Ethan was
out cold, which is exactly what Seth wanted, a limp unconscious hand
resting on his massive, dark red, swollen balls.
"Dude, I'm the last one standing. Alright!" Pete exclaimed,
throwing his fists into the air in triumph. His dick was fat, and
was completely hard inside his briefs. At this point Seth started to
get back up. "Dude, no way..." Pete said, witnessing. He was
incredulous. No one should be able to stand up after the destructive
kick he had just delivered.
"Way," Seth said, breathing hard as he stood, holding his
wrecked nuts in one cupped palm. "Aw, god my balls... And you're
about to suffer so bad, guy."
"Fuck right. Bring it, homo. Make me beg." Pete put his
hands behind his head again, spread his legs. "Make me beg for it."
And smiled his dangerous, wolf's grin. Seth rushed the soccerplayer
and grabbed both of his balls in one fist, and squeezed as hard as
he could. The grin disappeared immediately.
"AWWWWW!!!" Pete screamed, backing up again, but with
nowhere to go. Seth had a deathgrip on his twin testes, squeezing,
rolling them in both hands now, pressing his thumbs into the cores,
grinding and grinding. He was crushing them bad and Pete's knees
began to buckle.
Continuing the insane prolonged testicular pressure, Seth walked a
groaning Pete across the room by his nutsac and sat him in the
computer chair, facing him. With Pete in a sitting position, his
legs still spread, he let go.
"Keep your hands behind your head."
"Yes, sir," Pete croaked. He swallowed hard, tearing up as
he looked up, pleadingly, emploring with his sexy brown eyes at his
assailant. "Please, bust my balls."
"What was that? Say it again."
"Bust my balls, sir!" he cried out "Destroy em!"
Seth ripped the dude's underwear away to expose his impressive
package. Pete's dick stood ramrod straight, pointing at the ceiling,
and his balls were dangling loose, also dark red, and extremely easy
targets. They hung slightly over the edge of the chair seat and Seth
kneeled down to get better aim.
"You got a nice dick, dude."
"T-than--" Then Seth unleashed a fury of succsesive punches,
unloaded all his strength with alternating fists. Left, right, left,
right, left!
"AWWW! Aw, yeah! Yeah! YEAH!!!" Pete's voice was getting
deeper and deeper as his balls were punched and hit and then punched
again and again and again. They bounced up from the impacts of
Seth's fists, only to be pummelled immediately again. Left, right,
left, right! Harder, and harder!
"I'm! Gonna! Fuck! These! Boys! Up!" Seth growled,
animalistic, each word synching up with a punch. Slam! Slam! Slam!
" FuckemupAWW! OhmyAWW! God, dudeAWWW! PleaAWWW! Awww!!!
Okay!!!! OKAY!!!!!" Pete was nearing his threshold but Seth didn't
stop.
"Keep your hands behind your head!" He growled again, voice
deep.
"YES SIR!!! AW GOD!!!"
Slam! Slam! Slam! Seth continued to just destroy cute, wolfish
Pete's ballsac. His abs and chest were strained to their limits, his
lean muscles bulging from the strain of enduring so much trauma. And
like Ethan before him, his eyes started to cross.
"You!" Slam! "Like!" Slam! "This?!" SLAM!!!
"YES SIR! OH GOD AW! AWW! I'm gonna blow! I'm GONNA BLOW!!!"
And blow he did. Seth, pounding away with clenched fists, had
literally beaten the cum right out of Pete. A geyser of hot spunk
sprayed like a water hose from the end of Pete's member, then
another pump, then another pump. And finally another. He sprayed all
over his abdomonal, his chest, splashed up underneath his chin, and
hit the headrest of the seat with a wet splatter.
"God damn, you're a gusher!" Seth said, exhilerated. And
then he landed a final, crushing blow to Pete's completely destroyed
balls, pegging them both at the same time. Pete lurched forward out
of the chair with a yelp, cupping himself, and hit the floor, a
slimy, busted wreck.
Seth realized the guy was actually sobbing now, quietly, as his held
himself, tucked into a fetal position naked on the floor. He had a
nice ass, too, Seth saw. "You're hot stuff there, Pete. Wouldn't
mind fuckin' ya right now."
"..p-p-please..."
"Please?" Seth was a little surprised, and excited. "Please
what?" But before he could answer, Ethan, whom Seth had temporarily
forgotten about, had woken back up and sneaked up from behind.
Kneeling on one knee, he bent his arm at the elbow, flexing his huge
bicep and slammed it up between Seth's legs. This time is was Seth's
turn to be lifted up off his feet as his big balls were crushed hard
yet again. He fell forward onto his knees, holding his sac with both
hands. A moment later he fell onto one side on the floor.
"That was some fucked up shit, bro," Ethan growled at him
from behind. "I'm gonna walk funny for a week now 'cuz of that."
"G-good," Seth replied through groans and muttered coughs.
"What was that? I didn't hear you." Ethan stepped forward,
standing over top of the busted little gruff baseball player. And
before realizing what he had done, Ethanpaid for it when Seth turned
over swiftly and kicked up between Ethan's legs, making solid
contact with both outrageously huge swollen orbs, kicking them up
and apart from each other. The sound of the impact echoed through
the room with a loud crack.
"GNNNHH!!!!" Ethan croaked.
Seth was back on his knees and reached up between the wrestler's
legs with both hands, grabbing both bull balls with all his might.
He was a little surprised at his own reserves of strength at this
point, but also wasn't going to kick a gift horse in its nuts for
it, so to speak.
"Turn around!" Seth commanded, squeezing harder. Ethan
yelled out loud, the red flush returning to his face in an
instant. "DO IT!"
Bent double with every muscle in his entire body flexed and strained
to their limits, Ethan, gingerly on the tips of his toes, turned
around so that he was facing away from Seth.
"On all fours!"
"GNHH! ...Come on dude!!!!"
"NOW!" Another crushing squeeze and Ethan dropped to his
hands and knees, legs spread his back stretched in an inverted arch,
his hot muscled ass pushed up into the air. Seth pulled the man-
god's huge, pendulous balls up between his asscheeks and held them
taught with one closed fist, so that the enormous double plum
spheres were bulging tight out of the opposite end like a bizarre
bouquet. Ethan's giant dick, even
flaccid, almost touched the floor.
"I can't take anymore, dude. Please, you busted me enough!"
Ethan begged.
"Tough shit, dude."
"PLEASE!!! I got a date tomorrow night!!!!"
"Yeah, with an ice pack!" Seth clenched his free hand into a
fist and started whaling on Ethan's boys in a similar fashion as
when he had destroyed Pete. A rapid succsession of debilitating,
crushing punches. Ethan screamed out in a deep, gutteral bleat, like
a wounded animal, and began bucking his ass in the air with every
devastating slam. His dick, Seth noticed, was hardening again. "Come
on stud!" Slam! "Take it!" Slam! "Be a man!" Slam!
"AWW! AW GOD!! AWW!! PLEASE!!! AWWW!!! COME ON!!!!" Deeper
and deeper his voice got, until it was a rumble of bass, and he was
back to the gutteral bleats, unable to speak. Once again his eyes
crossed toward each other.
This was what Seth had waited all this time for. He was wrecking
Ethan. Owning the man. Destroying him. Pounding away at his massive
manhood with all the pent up, repressed sexual desire and fury he
could muster. Punch after punch after punch. Seth thought he heard
Ethan's nuts actually crack in the frenzy of his attack.
"God!" Slam! "You're" Slam! "So!" Slam! "Fucking!"
Slam! "Hot!!!" Slam!!!
"AWWWW! AWWWW!!! AWWWW!!!! AWWWWWW!!!!!!!"
Ethan was in an unending universe of brutal, crushing pain as Seth
beat away at his junk. He'd never in his entire life, even racking
himself, ever enduring such mind blowing pain. He felt each punch
explode in his nutsac, arc like lightning through his entire body
and then settle again, only to redetonate inside the cores of his
testicles. He couldn't see straight, he could barely breath and
every muscle in his body was on fire.
...But he was loving every second of it. This was what he wanted.
He'd built his body up to Olympian standards because of how much he
loved to have his nuts destroyed. He wanted to be owned, to be
crushed by the very thing that made him the alpha male that he was.
He wanted his balls crushed, to be told he didn't deserve them. He
wanted to be humiliated by the force of destruction to his manhood.
And he was getting in, in spades. No amount of fucking could ever
parallel the satisfaction he was getting from this, as blinding as
the pain was. This was why he was a man. This was why he was
here.
Seth let go of his hold on Ethan's sac so that he could jack his
dick while still continuing to pound away. Ethan's double plums were
dangling low between his spread legs, pendulous targets. His own
dick was at full mast again and within a matter of moments both guys
simultaneously sprayed their loads.
"UNHH!!!" Ethan's gushed onto the floor below him with
several thick, powerful splashes.
"UNHH!!" Seth, likewise, covered Ethan's back and ass with
his. And like he had done to Pete before him, Seth slammed a last
punch full force into Ethan's drained, wrecked, busted up nuts. He
wailed and fell forward, cupping himself. Seth fell backward to rest
against the couch.
Nearly twenty minutes passed before any of the three moved or spoke
again. They were all spent and reeling from the intense session.
"I loved that," Pete said finally. He had managed to upright
himself into a sitting position. Seth smiled at him, shit eatin'.
"You were hot, guy," he said.
"You too."
Ethan, who was still on the ground, but laying to one side chimed in
in his deep voice,
"I've never had it like that before."
"Me neither," Pete agreed. Seth nodded, satisfied.
"Happy to oblige. Totally."
Another several minutes elapsed in silence, each man taking more
time to collect himself.
"So who wants to fuck?" Pete asked.
"Shit dude, I do," Seth spoke up immediately.
"Me too," Ethan agreed.
They all looked at each other, deviantly, drained, spent, tired and
busted. But the night wasn't over. Seth was the first to get up,
followed by both others and without another word they made their way
to the bedroom, their dicks already beginning to re-stiffen. They
knew they were just going to go at it, en masse, like hungry dogs...
but Seth had a plan, just as it had been with busting each other's
nuts. Of the three of them that had gathered in the room that night,
Ethan, Seth and Pete, it was Ethan, the wrestler, their Leader, who
had been marked first, and secretly, for the severest of
annihilation.



end.