Ballbusting Fights
Established: 2025-09-11
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The fed where you fight like a man
BRUTUS:
It was a hell of a day. Had some matches at the fetish club and I wrecked those guys. Had so much fun just humiliating this one guy. I spent an hour just working his nuts over. Dude was begging, but I didn't care. They had to unlock the door and pull me off him. Something about his daddy being some hotshot. Whatever. I was celebrating, so I had another gym session, and got the showers, leaving the window open for some circulation.
THE STEPHEN:
I’m called in when the usual ways of settling things no longer work or people don’t want to use them. Usually, this means I’m hired to beat someone to a pulp, or even worse, as long as we agree on the price. A guy came to see me with his dad, carrying a wad of cash, and told me about a guy at the gym who goes by the name of BRUTUS. I knew right away who they were talking about. The father and son told me their story, and the son showed me his swollen ribs, tears in his eyes. I promised to help them and teach him a lesson.
I wait outside Brutus’s house until darkness falls and he comes home after a long day. I sneak up to the back door and pick the lock; about 10 minutes later, I slip into the dimly lit apartment. I hear sounds coming from the shower on the second floor and begin to approach the spot slowly and silently. I carefully open the door and soon see you standing there, your face turned toward the tiled wall, rinsing your muscular body under the shower. I wait until you step out of the shower...
BRUTUS:
Shower was just what i needed. Washing off the stress and mank of loser, whipping off towel as the steam billows around me and drying myself. Can't help but flex in the mirror a bit reminiscing about the days matches and hope ready, how fucking fun it was just to own some guys. I give myself a cocky wink, turning and feeling my semi hard cock slap I l my hips as I turn towards to door, realising I'm not alone. For a moment, I'm frozen, unsure what's happening, but can't help be taken back by this specimens fine physique.
THE STEPHEN:
Once I recover from the distraction caused by the first sight of you, I remember the reason for my visit. I raise the gun in my hand toward your body. The laser sight on the long barrel of the gun draws a sharp red dot that slowly travels up your massive cock, across your lower abdomen, and finally stops on your thick pec. I clear my throat and lift my gaze from your crotch to your face. “Put your hands up and don’t do anything stupid. This will be over soon. Step out of the shower slowly.”
BRUTUS:
"What the fu-" speaking with the annoyance of an unknown, but not unwelcome, intruder before getting completely interrupted when I see the gun "Woah, fuck!" My hands up "Chill bro... just... what the fuck is going on?" Slowly stepping into the bath mat, careful not to slip. "Sure we can figure this out. "
THE STEPHEN:
The red dot of the laser sight stays on your left pec while my gaze slowly slides down back to your groin. Your thick cock and those heavy low-hangers are stealing all my attention, making me swallow deeply. "Keep your hands up where I can see them", I order you with a dry voice as I get closer to you and snap grab of your semi-hard cock. "What a pity", I whisper as I lift your cock up and slap your exposed balls hard. "What a pity to have to destroy tools like these." I raise my eyes from your cock and balls releasing them as I grab a tight hold of your throat still pointing with the gun your massive chest.
BRUTUS:
My body frozen other than the shallow gasps of air, not really exhaling, and my cock pulsing with each step. Part of me wants to fight, especially this stallion, but another part knows he's not fucking around and one misstep and I'm a dead man. So I keep my hands up, looking Duran at my cock humiliating me, then my eyes snapping open as you grip my cock. Pulsing in your hand, mixed feelings flooding my mind. My mind slowly catching up a you hold me by the dick, then slamming my balls up into my body "AWWWFUCK!" going to fold over, then slammed up against the wall by my neck.
THE STEPHEN:
"That's it, buddy, don't struggle, don't try anything stupid", I hiss, looking you in the eyes. I push my body against yours, rubbing my stiffening bulge against your hard cock and low-hanging balls. "You seem to enjoy this, faggot. Is that right?" I move the hand holding the gun behind your back, sliding the barrel between your ass cheeks until the tip of it is at your soft entrance. "I am a good guy; you can choose where to receive the bullets: in your heart, head, or here?", I keep hissing as I push the pipe of the gun tighter against your rosy hole.
BRUTUS:
My breath frowning, you feel my muscles reflexively tense up with your insults, but restraining myself. The cold metal down my back then my ass, snapping me back to reality "L... look man. I... I don't think you're here as a fan or anything, so... so I'm thinking someone sent you, yeah? Which... which means, you'll take payment. Right..." taking a breath, trying to calm myself "So... what's it cost man? What's the price? Lets not fuck each other around, right?" Trying not to sweat
THE STEPHEN:
Listening to your words I pause to listen to your words for a moment, and a smile spreads across my face, one that soon turns into a malicious grin. “If you knew me, you’d know that I take my work seriously and can’t be bribed, so there’s no point in even trying that.” I press my bulge tighter against your massive cock. “All right, then. Let’s make this quick. I make the decision for you: A shot to the forehead,” I mutter, sliding the barrel of the gun out from between your ass cheeks, up your back toward your head. My own cock starts throbbing with excitement.
BRUTUS:
"Hey I didn't say anything about offering just money..." my cock raging by now, aroused by the danger, and by your body. Pressing myself against your cock, slowly sliding my hands to your shoulders and pull you, pressing your cock up... then I swing my knee up between your legs, going to grab your wrists and wrestle the gun off you, trying to throw it out the window
THE STEPHEN:
Just as I thought I had you surrendered and dominated, your strong knee hits my exposed nuts hard. So hard I don't have time to react before you grab me by my wrists and throw my gun out. My knees get limp as I collapse down, burying my face into your groin. Your wet cock is rubbing my face as I try to recover from the impact, nursing my balls through my commando pants. "You are a dead man!" I scream as I shove my arm between your legs, aiming a nasty uppercut right between your two stones. "Wanna play dirty? Let's play dirty!"
BRUTUS:
My mind racing, the sheer relief of the lethal weapon out of the equation gets my guard diem. Looking strewn to watch your knickers slam up into my nuts "AWWWFU-!" lifting my body as i jump with the punch, dropping, and trying to bring my elbow down on you as I fall
THE STEPHEN:
Still going through the agony when I see your elbow coming fast as you drop down. I have no possibility to dodge it as it lands on the crown of my head, sending me down onto my back. Dazed, I try to crawl backwards, getting some distance from you as I try to recover from the pain. You are furious, approaching. I raise my legs and try to wrap them around your neck, hoping to take the fight out of you.
BRUTUS:
"You come into MY fucking house..." pissed, charging my way to you stomping with each step, aggressively pointing at you until your legs around my neck. Pulling at your knees as your ankle lock and you slide your legs so your muscular thighs press into my neck. I lock eyes with you, streaking a sturdy stage as I reach around, and wrap my grip around your bulge. Zeroing in on your balls and tray l squeezing, twisting and pulling all at once, using your nuts to turn your body, attempting to pull your legs to under my arms and press a Boston crab while I clench down on your nuts.
THE STEPHEN:
The moment I feel your fingers wrapping around my nuts, I know there is nothing I can do to help myself. In the next second you have my hairy nuts in your tight grip, making my body jolt in pain as I scream from the bottom of my lungs. For some weird reason, my cock gets rock hard feeling your warm, still wet hand touching my junk. I know what you are trying to do, and I shouldn't let you go that far. I struggle and manage to get one of my legs free as I hook it and use it to aim a kick into your jawline, hoping to get free from your deadly grip.
BRUTUS:
Your heel landing hard on my jaw, my head turning with the impact and while I stage, I don't lose my grip. In fact, I growl in anger, and ring my fingers around the base of your balls and pull up, LIFTING your lower body by your balls, half suspending you by your testicles and dragging you out of the bathroom. The moment I feel you hold onto something to stop me dragging you, I taste my fist and PUNCH your trapped balls, getting off on making you hurt.
THE STEPHEN:
My thin, fragile cords are being put to the test as you lift my body by my hips, dragging me out of the bathroom. I’m afraid they’ll snap at any moment. I cling to the doorframe and manage to make you stop, your cock slamming into the middle of my trapped balls with the sheer force of your fist. I scream like a beast being slaughtered and release my grip on the doorframe as my cock spurts precum from the force of your thrust. When we finally make it to the living room, I try to twist my upper body just enough to get a grip on your ankles with my hands, trying to make you fall to the floor and release your grip on my swollen balls.
BRUTUS:
The manic look in my eyes as I make you howl in pain is wiped off my face as I fall to the ground like a felled tree. I brave myself to land, but I hold onto your nuts for as long as I can, giving them a brutal yank as I fall, your testicles slipping through my clawing fingers as I land. I roll onto my back, pull my foot up and stomp at your head and back when you fold from the pain, reaching for your hand that's holding my ankle, pulling and wrapping my legs around it to apply a cross arm bar.
THE STEPHEN:
It feels like my arm is going to pop right out of its socket at any moment when you put me in that arm lock. Every muscle fiber and tendon is painfully stretched. But then I see a glimmer of hope—or in this case, a pretty big one—your balls, hanging low after a warm shower. I grab hold of them with my free hand, stretching them to their limit while my fingertips dig into the supple flesh of your balls. “Let go of my hand or I’ll turn you into a eunuch.”
BRUTUS:
It feels good to know I've got a solid lock on you, finally some control. Wrenching that am, knowing threes not much worse men take tolerate, then you remind me the other thing men can't take as you grip my balls. I try to leverage to hold, wanting to disable you without damaging you, but your fingers digging into my balls has me screaming, letting your arm go, clawing my fingers at yours, trying to get them between your grip to stop your crushing my nuts while my heel goes to drop into your nuts
THE STEPHEN:
Even though your balls are huge, I realize they’ll soon be the weakest point of your body when you unlock your hand and desperately try to tear my hand away from your balls. Even if you were to cut off my finger, I won’t give up, instead, I drill my fingertip deeper and deeper into your nuts, as if trying to impale them with my fingers. Your thick balls are flattening alarmingly, and I believe my final victory is at hand as a powerful blow strikes my unprotected balls. It feels as if they’ve been smashed with a sledgehammer as they flatten between your heel and my torso with crushing force. I scream in agony like a beast being slaughtered, releasing my grip on your rocks, and collapse onto my back, writhing in pain.
BRUTUS:
Pure pain and panic, feeling my testicles warp in your merciless grip until you finally release them. Damn, do I want to fuck you up, but I'm nuts feel like they're on fire, my head is pulsing, and my gut feels twisted. Both crawling from each other, drenched in sweat. I use a wardrobe to get to my feet, throw a trophy that was sitting on top at you and charge, trying to run up and kick you in the ribs with one foot, and hopefully your balls with the other as i kick between your legs
THE STEPHEN:
Once I recover from the impact, I see you are already up on your feet throwing some heavy-looking trophy against my head. I lift up my arms and manage to hit the trophy, hitting my palms on it and pushing it away when a sharp pain hits my ribs as your foot lands on them. I squirm, but the real trouble comes right after. Your big foot sinks deep between my nuts crushing them against my pelvic bone. My body jolts and folds, and eventually I hit the back of my skull against the floor as I move my hands to nurse my nuts.
BRUTUS:
I'm snarling like a savage beast. Dripping precum, stark naked, and charging at you. A knee drop to your gut and straddling your chest, pinning your arms with my knees as I hold your legs open. And I start singing fists right into your balls. Looking for the outline in your pants and pulverising them with blow after blow. You buck and try abs guard or close your legs, "Not today fucker!" Pulling them away to punch your balls again and again
THE STEPHEN:
My body jolts, writhes and finally convulses each time your fist lands on my nuts. I scream and struggle, trying to punch your back with my fists, but you seem to be determined and just keep on hammering my swelling nuts. My movements get slower and my screams die when the pain leaves me almost unconscious under your heavy body.
BRUTUS:
Each meaty impact gets my cock harder, dripping precum into your abs as I drain you of strength. A few punches to your abs for fun, diving my hand down, wrapping my fingers aligns your cock and balls to pull them out and up, stretching you until you're lifting you hips, and I deliver another emasculating punch to your nuts, cruelly grinding my knuckles in to feel you whimper. I then hold each of your testicles in each of my fists, my thumbs poised to press down into the centre of your manhood and destroy you any time "Now you better stay talking boy... or you won't be a boy for long." Drilling my thumbs into your nut meat
THE STEPHEN:
I squirm again as I feel your fingers threatening to pop my balls brutally, and to add to the humiliation, my cock rises stiffly to attention. I coughed from your blows, but I don’t dare do anything rash, or I could lose my balls at any moment. “What do you want to know? Let go of me so we can negotiate?”
BRUTUS:
"Neg-FUCKING-ociate?" I say indignantly "You come into my home with a fucking GUN and now you wanna NEGOTIATE?!" with each word my grip tightening, my thumbs burrowing Indy your nuts "How about you tell me what you think i wanna hear and I don't castrate you, how's that fucking sound?" My thumbs finding that spot where your ball chords connect as I grind them
THE STEPHEN:
My body is as if seized by a fit; it twitches and writhes involuntarily on the ground as your fingertips find that sensitive spot. My penis begins to ooze pre-cum. “Fuck you,” I spit in the direction of your back as my penis throbs in your hand.
BRUTUS:
"You'd like that, huh? One you tell me who sent you, maybe I will. Until then... I've always wanted to feel what is like to feel a magma balls burst in my fist!" Suddenly clamping down with brutal force
THE STEPHEN:
My body doubles over in agony and starts to twitch from the pain; my face breaks out in a cold sweat as I feel my balls begin to lose their shape under your ever-intensifying squeeze. “All right, I’ll tell you everything. It was your MOTHER,” I scream, trying to pound your body with my fists wherever I can reach.
BRUTUS:
I say nothing, just take one of nuts, the left ball, in both hands. I start drilling my thumbs in, forcing it to bulge in compression while my other thumb comes from the other side to crush it. Grinding in with vicious burrowing
THE STEPHEN:
I open my mouth wider and wider, but my screams get stuck in my throat, and all that comes out are muffled groans. My body twitches uncontrollably in your tight grip as I feel your thumbs massaging deeper and deeper into the sensitive flesh of my trapped balls. The most embarrassing thing is that my cock starts throbbing above my balls, as if it were enjoying the pain you’re inflicting on my manhood, which is on the verge of exploding. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that I’m not the only one whose cock is aroused by the turn this situation has taken. Your massive, thick manhood rises defiantly, like a butcher delivering his final blow. “Let me go, faggot!” I twist my upper body until I can slam my elbow again and again, with all my strength, into your exposed ribs.
BRUTUS:
I let out a pissed snarl, pinching that testicle, pulling and twisting it to its absolute limit until I feel you bucking and in no position to resist. "I will just fucking castrate you, cunt." Drilling my thumb in where your ball chord connects "But... behave yourself, and you'll walk away a man... if you can walk at all." Cycling abs sliding towards your kink as i take my own thick cock in hand "Yeah, I'm gay... but you're the one that'll be begging for my cock by the end of tonight." Taking my dick and starting to use it like a hammer on your trapped balls. Rapid and form clubbing with some cruel crushing and grinding. My cock getting harder from your ball pain.
THE STEPHEN:
You’re using my balls as a anvil while your massive cock acts as a hammer, crushing my manhood with every blow. My cock starts twitching wildly above them, and despite my pain and writhing, it just keeps swelling until my cries of agony mingle with orgasmic moans as my cock spits a massive load of thick Hitman cum onto your hand, strand by strand, emptying my tormented balls.
BRUTUS:
"Mmm, that's it bitch. Cum for your owner." Milking your cock while my cock beats on your balls. Polishing your cockhead until you're thrashing and it goes limp. I ring my fingers around your nuts, pulling up on your sac until your nuts are building on my fist "Now, this won't stop until you beg to be fucked by my alpha cock." Thrusting my hips and crushing your strained nuts into my palm with my cock head. Back and forth, ramming it like a club.
THE STEPHEN:
Your massive, throbbing cock is a menacing sight, and I swallow hard with fear. I try to free my balls from your tight grip, but my thin cords are already stretched to their limit, and the powerful blows from the head of your cock against my softening balls don’t make the situation any better. “All right! You win! Take my ass... do whatever you want, but let go of my balls. I can't take this torture for another second!”
BRUTUS:
I snort a chuckle to myself, leaning over to my bedside drawer, opening it and retrieving something metallic while my other hand starts twisting your nuts until your body starts turning. Yanking up on your sack to lift you, turning you face down and dropping my knee on your back, releasing your wrists only to secure them behind your back in handcuffs, knees pushing your legs apart, rubbing my cock along your hole. "Go on bitch, beg me. " holding your nuts again, taking my time, squeezing your left nut
THE STEPHEN:
Even if I wanted to struggle, the handcuffs would prevent me from using my hands, but my true fighting spirit is fueled by your thumb, which is crushing my left testicle flat, bringing it to the breaking point. This doesn’t make my situation any easier, because the pain makes my muscles stiffen and my sphincter clench tightly. “I’m not afraid of you, you faggot,” I yell, trying to sound brave, but just the anticipation of what’s about to happen makes my body break out in a sweat.
BRUTUS:
"Ha, well, I'm not surprised. You don't seem like a man with good self preservation." Ruling your nut for control, you feel my other hand grab something from my drawer and I push your knees apart. "See, I want to break your spirit, but you'd probably rather a break your body. No chance, bitch. I want you while to torture you longer." Manipulating your testicles, pulling them, you feel the wrapping of... wires around them? Each nut being circled by electrodes, using my precum to wet them for full effect. Once secure, I live my thick cock up with your hole "Ready to begin?" I chuckle and turn up the dial, shocking your balls, feeling like I need kick in the nuts, gives times in one second.
THE STEPHEN:
I roar like a beast getting castrated, my body jolting violently each time the shock hits my nuts. My cock comes back to life and hardens into a massive log, spurting precum every time the electrodes deliver an electric shock to my swollen, bruised balls. "Please, enough. I can't take it any longer. You are destroying my balls!"
BRUTUS:
"Awww, now your getting it. Yeah, there's exactly what I'm doing, can't!" And I turn the disk again, even higher "And there's fucking nothing you can do about it!" Hearing the signs of the electricity surging through your balls as i press my cock against your hole "Beg for it!"
THE STEPHEN:
My cock stiffens as my balls get a massive electric shock. Its veins are about to burst as my cock swells and my balls rise inside my jockstrap, pressing against my body. “Do it! If you've got the balls, do it. But get me out of here, I can't take it anymore!”
BRUTUS:
"I don't care if you pass out, cunt. You're gonna feel your nuts fry! Beg me! Beg me to fuck your loser ass!" Suddenly twisting the dial and the shocks flood in, like endless lightning surging through your nuts to your soul. Like your balls are being crushed in a vice.
THE STEPHEN:
Each time the shock floods in my balls burst to their limit and then contract to the other extreme. "PLEASE, FUCK ME!, PLEASE BREED ME. PLEASE, RAPE ME BUT STOP DESTROYING MY NUTS", I beg you with my broken voice.
BRUTUS:
I throw you down, rough and victorious. Force your legs apart as the electricity makes you want to close them. I thruster forward, imaging your asshole and I press the red button, turning the voltage to full power for a long as i holds it down. Your ass clenching on my cock "I'll fuck you! I'll destroy your balls! I'll do whatever the fuck is want!" Holding the button the whole time while power fucking your ass
THE STEPHEN:
My voice breaks completely, turning into nothing but a gasping whimper as my inner walls clench around your thick cock like a lifebuoy, against my will. My prostate swells against the head of your thick cock as you push deeper. My head tilts back, the veins in my neck are about to burst. “Breed me!” I rasp as my own cock desperately shoots a thick stream of cum, probably for the last time.
BRUTUS:
Having one last trick in my bedroom drawer, you vaguely aware of a bottle. For a moment, you have the relief of the electro 'only' at half power like when we started. Those regular pulses of pain. But soon enough i dive my sweaty jockstrap in your face, and the acrid scent of chloroform filling your nostrils. My free hand back to the electro device and sending onto full power, making you scream into the jock gag and inhale deeply as the warmth of my cum floods inside you as you body tenses in agony.
THE STEPHEN:
My body jolts uncontrollably, convulsing violently each time your electric shock hits my nuts. It’s almost as if you’ve synchronised your spurts of cum with the electric shocks. When the electric shock subsides for a second, you shoot the rope of cum inside me, and vice versa. The chloroform-soaked jockstraps stifle my screams, forcing the mind-numbing gases into my lungs. The pain fades as I sink into a deep oblivion, my body going limp around your cock.
BRUTUS:
The world returns to your consciousness the same way it left, stoked worth two infernos of agony between your legs. Your body thrashing and convulsing, but your wrists bound behind your back. Going to scream, muffled by layers of tape. Some sort of collar around your swollen balls,, with a device surging excruciating agony through your testicles. You barely notice the cold air and concrete of being on the doorstep of the very men who sent you to me. I rope from your nuts to their door handle so it yanks your nuts when they open the door, and me, driving away, holding that button on the remote control for as long as I can. Yt/end... for now
THE STEPHEN:
The doorbell rings. Someone opens the door. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARHHHHHHHHHH"
Published: 2026-08-09, viewed 89 times.
Freaker
2026-08-09 09:28A dark home-invasion revenge story built around danger, arrogance and a dramatic reversal of power! THE STEPHEN arrives convinced that his target will be easy to control, but Brutus proves far more dangerous and unpredictable than expected. Their fierce physical chemistry and escalating struggle create a deliberately cruel and shocking confrontation. Thank you, THE STEPHEN and Brutus, for publishing this uncompromising story in THE HIGH TABLE!
Kad Royce
2026-08-09 07:37Brutus and The Stephen finally meet. The story is so well written, it’s like a movie. The tension only goes up and finally explodes (it’s not only the tension that explodes at the end, lol). Thank you for this incredible story.