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An Itch To Be Scratched

This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life. Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

The practices and themes depicted in this story, in no way reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices. If you chose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly. Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners. If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns. Please consult with a health professional.

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Once again, I’m finding ways of passing the time of isolation, even though I am allowed out, as I do work in an essential service. My free time is spent indoors like everyone else, and this is what happens. I spend too much time at the computer. Enjoy!

Troy woke to the sorest nuts he’s ever had in his entire life, which he discovered when he turned over in bed, and pain instantly erupted from his nuts, slamming up into his stomach. Which threatened to projectile all its contents out of his mouth, so he clamped a hand over his mouth just in case. He laid there for a moment, ‘fuck’ he thought, ‘last night really happened!’ Troy pushed his head into his pillow as the images of last nights ‘encounter’ flashed through his mind’s eye. As he reviewed the images, his cock started to stir, as he also tried to work out what the taste was in his mouth, was it spit, was it phlegm, was it cum, was it piss, or was it his own vomit, he just didn’t know. As he ran through the suspects that could be the reason for the taste, Troy prayed fervently that it wasn’t shit that he could taste. Troy started to dry heave, as he was sure if the images were right, that there was nothing left in his stomach other than a bit of piss, cum, or both. As his stomach contracted, it pulled his nuts up towards his abdomen, which sent new waves of pain emanating from his nuts.

Troy laid there and tried to do some shallow breathing until the sensation passed, and his nuts settled down. When Troy had the pain and the dry heaving under control, he steeled himself and lifted the sheet, that was covering him, and with a good dose of trepidation, he looked down at his nearly naked body. He was shocked at what he saw as his body was black and blue for his collar bone almost right down to his ankles.

Troy’s first thought was anger that he could be treated like that, and by another human at that. Then he was angry with himself for putting himself in that situation, as he started to replay once again what happened last night and how he got most of the bruises. While he was inventorying his bruises and other injuries, his cock gave a decided lurch in his tighty whities, which, naturally enough caused Troy to notice it. Which horrified him, as Troy could see and feel his cock lurching, jumping, and swelling in the confines of his very tight, tighty whities. His cock was swelling so much that he had to lay on his back and free his cock from the confines of his tighty whites, but as soon as his nuts became the only things trapped in his tighty whities, pain shot up to his stomach, yet again. In a fit, Troy ripped his tighty whities off, and threw them on the floor, allowing his nuts to hang free. Troy opened his legs enough so that his nuts could hang freely, and not only did they cover his perineum, and his arsehole, but the base of his nut sack was also able to touch the bottom sheet of his bed, enough to let his nuts spread out as they laid on the sheet. While this still made his nuts hurt, it wasn’t as bad as when they were caught up in his tighty whities.

The need to masturbate grew so intense that Troy had no other option but to grab and begin to fist his rock-hard cock, and before he realised it, the images of last nights ‘encounter’ was running through his mind’s eye. Troy tried desperately to think of something else, anything else, but that, but the harder he tried, the worse it became. His mind created new images and situations to find himself in and being abused and debased. His mind added more people. More physical abuse, made the location even dirtier and filthier than it was last night, and just when he thought he could stand it no more. Troy felt as though he’d just been gut-punched as he nuts slammed up into his lower abdomen as his cock spewed rope after rope of hot white cum all over Troy’s chest his face, and it even got in his hair. Troy bellowed, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the power of his orgasm, the pain from his nuts as they slammed into his lower abdomen, or a sickening combination of both.

Troy laid there panting as the waves of pain and pleasure eased off, and died down completely. When Troy finally got his breathing under control, he tried to twist off the bed to get something to clean himself up with. But he was unable to reach anything as the cum threatening to run off his abdomen and chest onto the bedsheet. Which Troy didn’t want to have happen as he didn’t want to have to explain to anyone why his sheet was covered in cum. Not knowing what else to do, Troy scooped up as much of the cum as he could find and reach, and very reluctantly licked it all up off his hand. Troy knew that last night he had swallowed a lot of other people’s cum, but he’d been forced to do that, this time he was licking and sucking his own cum off his fingers by choice. Even though he told himself that he had to stop the cum from reaching the sheet, but Troy knew that was an incredibly lame excuse. It didn’t make it taste any better, though.

When he’d finished, Troy laid back down on the bed, with nothing covering his naked body, as he waited for someone to come and investigate the noise he’d just made, but no one did. So, Troy continued to lay there as he came down for his intense high. When he had finally recovered enough, he rolled off his bed and grabbed his nuts to prevent them from dropping down, which turned out to be a big mistake. As once again pain erupted from his nuts and slammed into his stomach, which threatened to divest itself of the cum he’d just swallowed. Troy sat on the side of his bed, hanging his head until the nauseous feeling faded away, and Troy no longer felt like hurling. Troy grabbed his tighty whites from off his bed and very gingerly stepped into them and pulled them up. Troy very gently picked up his nuts and placed them, as gently as he could, into his tighty whities, and arranged them with more care than he can ever remember having to do in his entire life. Troy very gently laid his cock on top. Grabbed his toiletries, towel, and clean undies and went to have a shower.

Troy put all his stuff in the shower cubicle and standing in the common area of the bathroom, he gingerly reached into his tighty whites and cradling his bruised nuts, pushed his tighty whities down and stepped out of them. Troy threw his undies into his shower cubicle, then on a whim, he laced his fingers behind his neck and closed his eyes, as he watched a replay of selected scenes from the night before. The things he’d been forced to do, his feelings of helplessness. Troy was so caught up in his revere, that he didn’t hear the bathroom door open, nor did he hear one of his fellow students come in.

“For fuck's sake, Troy,” at the sound of the voice, Troy instantly broke out of his reverie of the night before. “We all know you have the biggest cock in the whole building, if not the whole Uni, but fuckin’ hell, Troy, do you have to shove the bloody thing in my face first thing of a Sunday morning?” the other student asked tersely.

“Um, no, sorry, Sir,”

“Fuck, it’s a wonder your heart doesn’t stop when that thing’s filled up,” the student came over and pushed down on the top of Troy’s cock, experimentally, with his finger. “Fuck it’s as hard as a fuckin’ rock, mate,” the student continued as Troy stood there passive, letting the other male play with his erect cock. “Hey, what did you just call me?” the other student asked, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Hm, what…” Troy replied. Then suddenly realising what he’d said, Troy blurted out, “Um, oh I called you Sean, why?”

“Hm, oh nothing. But, um, I thought you called me… Ah, never mind, it’s too early on a Sunday morning. I probably had way too much to drink last night,”

“As usual,” Troy chimed in, glad to be able to change the subject.

“Fuck,” Sean said as his eyes seemed to focus, and take in the rest of Troy, “what the fuck happened to you?”

“Oh, um,” Troy stammered. Then not knowing how to tell Sean what had actually happened to him last night, said, after a flash of what Troy thought was a stroke of brilliance, “‘Fight Club’.”

“Fuck what?” was Sean’s incredulous reply.

“You know,” Troy continued warming to his story, “‘Fight Club’, where you go to do bare-knuckle…”

“I know what ‘Fight Club’ is,” Sean broke in, “I just didn’t think. But then it’s you, so I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised!”

With that, Troy walked into his shower cubicle, with his cock still rock hard, as it pointed the way. Troy closed and locked the cubicle door behind himself as he collapsed back against the door. That’d been too close Troy thought to himself, and he didn’t know who was more surprised with him calling Sean ‘Sir’, him or Sean? When he’d recovered from the shock, Troy could still feel his cock demanding attention, yet again. Troy looked at his cock in amazement as he thought it would have had enough attention by now. What with last night, and then again twice this morning, the last time being very recently in fact. But, as he had nothing better to do, than have a shower, Troy sat on the little bench seat and started to stroke his cock, and it didn’t take too long, even though Troy did try to string it out by slow stroking before he shot another load of cum. On a whim, which Troy had no idea where it came from, he stuck his free hand in front of his cock and caught his cum in the palm of his hand, just in time. Then as he didn’t have a better idea, Troy licked his hand clean of all of his cum, but for some reason, he felt a little funny about it still. Troy got himself going and had his shower.

When Troy was finished, and he’d exited the shower cubicle, and being somewhat relieved that he didn’t run into Sean again, or anyone else for that matter. Clad only in his tighty whities, Troy made his way back to his room. Troy’s tighty whities almost covered, but not quite, his huge mounds of arse flesh. The waistband didn’t have a hope in hell of ever meeting, let alone touching, Troy’s waist, and instead laid about an inch shy of his waist, just being able to cover a large amount of Troy’s arse mounds. But still ended up displaying a full inch, perhaps a bit more, I mean whose quibbling, of the beginning of Troy’s arse crack. Unbeknownst to Troy, there were some of his fellow students who would have paid a small fortune, just to have a close-up view of that little bit of Troy’s arse crack. It’s those same students who marvel at Troy’s dimples pushed into the sides of his mounds of arse flesh as he walks past them in the corridor. No matter how tight his tighty whities are, the sheer weight of Troy’s genitalia pulled the back seam of his tighty whites deep into the cleft of Troy’s arse crack. Again, it’s those same students, who would have given anything just to be able to follow the lead of Troy’s tighty whities back seam. It was the sheer weight of Troy’s genitalia that prevented the waistband from touching his waist at the front either. The front of Troy’s tighty whities were pulled so far down, that some of those same students fancied they could see the root of Troy’s mammoth cock buried in his very thick pubic bush. The same pubic bush that hung over the top of Troy’s tighty whities, as a veritable forest of pubic hair. But to all intents and purposes, Troy gave the impression of being super straight, and even if he didn’t, just one look of his well-muscled body acts as a good deterrent for any of those particular students asking to be able to see more. So, Troy made it back to his room unmolested, and so the cycle of life rolled on in its own inevitable fashion.

Troy made his way through his week, attending his classes, doing his homework, and working the last couple of days of the week in one of the firm’s offices somewhere in Melbourne. Saturday found Troy doing his washing, and as he was putting his dirty clothes in the washing machine, the undies that he’d worn last Saturday night fell onto the laundry floor. Troy bent down and gingerly picked them up with only his thumb and first finger. His tighty whities were yellow from all the piss they’d soaked up from off his body last Saturday, Troy’s jeans and T-shirt he’d worn that night were pretty rank as well. But, neither of them compared to the sights and smell of that particular pair of undies. Troy’s undies were almost as stiff as a board, probably from all the cum that they’d soaked up as well, Troy surmised, and they were very crusty. As he dropped them into the washing machine, and as Troy left the laundry, he promised himself that he’d never do that ever again. Troy had learnt his lesson last Saturday night, and the nightmares had finally stopped. Troy’s nuts had finally stopped hurting. Life was getting back to normal, thankfully, Troy mentally sighed.

Later in the day, just to prove to himself just how normal his life had become, Troy got himself ready and headed into the City to his favourite night club, and danced the night away. Troy tried very hard to get picked up or to be picked up by someone to take them home or be taken home, but he had no success on either front. So, Troy did his usual drinking, dancing, and mentally said ‘to hell with the rest of the world’. Finally, towards the end of his night, having driven all thoughts of last weekend out of his head, and after having hooked up with some friends and having a great night out anyway. Troy left the night club and feeling carefree; after such a great night, he whistled on his way to his tram stop. Tonight, somewhat unusual, there was a small group of people waiting for the tram. It was a warm balmy night in Melbourne, and Troy felt in the mood, so he flirted outrageously to all and sundry at the tram stop, both male and female, but still, he couldn’t pick up, or get picked up. Not even when he let them rummage around in his jeans, both front and back. Which annoyed the hell out of Troy, and left him wondering ‘what was a boy supposed to do to get fucked or be fucked in this bloody town’, he’d all but asked the girls if he could fuck them, or if the boys wanted to fuck him. But still, he struck out; he wondered if he dropped his jeans and undies to the ground if that’d help, but decided that wouldn’t help him out. Troy had had his tongue down so many throats that he’d marvelled at the fact that he didn’t have tongue rash.

Troy eventually decided that it just wasn’t to be. So, he sat and waited for the tram along with everyone else. He could see the tram coming as it wended its way out of the City, and Troy’d resigned himself to spending the night alone in his room. Troy wondered if he wasn’t being just a tad too desperate and melodramatic. Troy thought of going back to the dorm and his single bed and a good night’s sleep, yes, Troy had decided that that is just what he wanted. The tram was just about to enter the tram stop and had begun to apply the brakes, when Troy looked up and saw the toilet block, seemingly for the first time ever. Troy felt his cock give such a big lurch, that he looked down fully expecting his cock to have burst through the denim of his jeans.

“Fuck,” was all Troy could think to say, calling over his shoulder, to his new found friends, that he had to piss and wished them all a good night. Ignoring, as he walked towards the toilet block, their entreaties to go home with them, or at least catching the tram part way home with them. Troy just waved over his shoulder as he continued on his way towards the toilet block. Troy stood on the grass beside the path that led to the entrance of the toilet block. He could feel his heart hammering away in his chest as he tried to get his breathing under control. Troy could feel his cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, so much so, in fact, that it felt as though he could go swimming in his tighty whities just in the amount of pre-cum he’d leaked, Troy felt his cock had leaked. Troy would swear that his arse ached just from the need to be used, and, feeling as though he had no other option, Troy plunged into the pitch black of the entrance of the toilet block.

Troy made his way in the darkness inside the toilet block to the outside wall of the last cubicle, where he began to strip and laid his clothes over the top of the partitioning. As he stripped, he was sure he could hear some pig noises, some grunting, and some squeals coming from the other toilet stalls, but very quiet. When Troy had finished stripping, he stood in the middle of the communal area of the toilet block and laced his hands behind his neck and stared at the cold concrete floor. “well, lookee here boys,” Troy heard as he heard the guys coming out of the toilet cubicles, “it looks like our little piggy hasn’t had enough yet.” “Welcome back pig,” the man said as he stood in front of Troy, “now open wide, you fuckin’ sex pig,” and as Troy opened his mouth as wide as he could the man hawked and coughed as hard as he could and then spat into Troy’s open mouth. “Now, fuckin’ swallow, you fuckin’ little piggy. And then thank me for my manly juices.”

Troy swallowed, and then thanked the man for his manly juices and then asked for more. “Well, piggie, if you want my manly juices who am I to deny you?” With that, the man again hawked as hard and as deep as he could and spat into Troy’s open mouth, and Troy stood there waiting for the man’s next command. “Hold out your tongue, piggie; I want to see my man juice on your tongue.” And with that, Troy stuck his tongue as far out of his mouth as he could, and tried very hard not to drop the man’s phlegm, mixed with a lot of the man’s spit. “Good, piggie,” was all the man said as he pulled back on Troy’s head, after first grabbing a good handful of Troy’s hair at the back of Troy’s head so that Troy was slowly looking up at the ceiling. When Troy’s head was tilted back far enough, the man’s phlegm, mixed with the man’s spit very slowly rolled down Troy’s tongue until the man could no longer see it as it disappeared down Troy’s throat. “Swallow,” was the one-word command the man gave to Troy, and he watched in great satisfaction to see Troy’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed the man’s phlegm and spit.

While the first man was getting Troy to swallow his spit, one of the other men was trying to work a finger up into Troy’s arse hole, but he was having a bit of problem getting his finger up Troy’s arse. So, one of the other guys leant against Troy so that his shoulder was pushed against Troy’s pubis area, and his neck lay against Troy’s upper thigh as he reached around and prised Troy’s huge mounds of arse flesh apart. So, that his mate could have better access to Troy’s arse hole. Finding the going a bit easier now, the other man managed to work his dry finger up Troy’s arse hole, which caused Troy a lot of pain, but because he had to keep his mouth open, Troy was unable to say anything but grunt and scream. Troy felt a stinging blow across his face, and could now taste blood in his mouth, the man looked into one of Troy’s eyes, “don’t you make a fuckin’ sound, you fuckin’ worthless piggie.”

At the same time, Troy felt a hard slap across his arse, “open your fuckin’ hole; you fuckin’ piggie slut.” And reflectively Troy tried very hard to open his anus to let the man shove his dry, calloused finger up Troy’s arsehole. Having got one finger up Troy’s hole, a bit easier now, the man, much to the delight of the guy who was holding Troy’s arse cheeks apart, had started to shove another finger up Troy’s arse. Until both fingers were buried deep inside Troy’s anus, but it seemed as though Troy’s arse hole wasn’t going to stretch to a third finger. So, the guy holding Troy’s arse cheeks apart, let go of them and moved back a little bit and gave Troy an uppercut to the boy’s swinging nuts. Troy’s reflex action was to double over, but because the first man had such a tight hold of the hair at the back of Troy’s head, he could barely move. Nor could Troy collapse to the ground as his legs had suddenly gone weak, the man holding Troy by his hair looked at him in the eye, “if you throw up anything, or let anything come out of your arse, piggie, you will be licking and sucking it up off the floor! Do you understand?” Troy tried to nod as much as he could in the guy’s grip, as tears started to stream down the sides of Troy’s face, “you fuckin’ worthless piggie. I think me and the boys should just fuck off and leave you here; you fuckin’ useless cunt of a piggie. What’d think of that, hmm…” the man asked, and Troy tried to shake his head in the man’s vice-like grip of his hair.

“Fuck! That’s better,” the man with his two fingers up Troy’s arse said as he wiggled them around inside Troy’s arse hole. The man holding Troy by his hair, reached down with his other hand and grabbed Troy by the genitals, and pulled them as far and as hard away from Troy’s body as he possibly could. As the man hunkered down behind Troy began to work a third finger up Troy’s stretched arse hole, and Troy felt as though his arse was on fire, and stretched to its absolute limit as the guy’s third finger joined the other two, “that’s it piggie! You let real men open you up wide. I like a nice sloppy cunt on my piggies. Don’t you agree boys?” To which there was a chorus of agreement from the assembled crowd. “It looks like the little piggie is enjoying himself too,” the first man said as he held up his hand for the other men to see, as it was covered in Troy’s pre-cum, “now, don’t you waste any of this, piggie,” the man said as he held his hand to Troy’s mouth and Troy licked the man’s hand clean. As he felt another finger join the three already in situ in Troy’s arse, much to the delight of the men watching.

The man pulled his four fingers out of Troy’s arse and inserted both of his thumbs instead, and he began to stretch Troy’s arse hole as much as he possibly could, as he ran his thumbs around Troy’s arse lips. One of the other men inserted their thumbs into Troy’s arse as well and helped to pull and stretch Troy’s anus as wide as they could. One of the men, holding Troy’s anus open told one of the other men standing around to get one of their phones, as he’d decided that he wanted to see inside their little piggie's cunt. While they had their phones, they decided to start to take some snaps of Troy’s very stretched anus, buried deep within the huge creamy mounds of his bubble butt. Troy could hear the appreciative sounds coming from the men looking up inside his very stretched anus. Finally, having had enough of waiting, the man holding Troy by the hair let him go and pushed two of the other men out of the way. When the thumbs were removed from Troy’s anus, it felt so stretched out that Troy thought he might never get to close his anus properly again. But he didn’t have to worry about that now as he was violently pushed to his knees and he felt a cock being rammed full tilt-up his very stretched arse hole. Troy felt someone else grab him by the hair and felt and smelt the fingers that had been up his arse shoved into his mouth, while he was told to suck, and knowing that he had no other option. Knowing that he didn’t want to have another option, more to the point, Troy sucked all of his own shit of the presented fingers, much to the delight of the fingers’ owner.

The man changed the position of his other hand and put it behind Troy’s neck he pulled Troy down to his waiting dripping cock, and Troy swallowed it right down to the root, and all those watching cheered as they watched Troy getting fucked at both ends. Occasionally, one of those men waiting, would push at Troy’s fully erect cock and make it swing in the small arch that it could. The men finally cum, one up his arse while the other shot his load down Troy’s willing throat, and so the night descended into nothing but Troy being fucked at both ends. As they were finished other cocks took their place, with the first man reminding Troy not to let anything come out of his mouth or his piggie pussy, not when real men took the bother to shove it up there in the first place. Mixed in with the guys' cum they’d shot up Troy’s arse, or shooting their cum down Troy’s throat, was the guy’s piss as well. As they all took turns relieved their bladders in either end as well, as the need arose. Until Troy’s arse was so full of cum and piss, it was forcing his abdomen to expand obscenely, which his tormentors took to rubbing, almost as if it was to bring them luck.

Finally, the men had had their fill of tormenting Troy, and they pulled out of him, and went and got themselves dressed, but before they left, at least one of the men began to kick him in the nuts telling Troy to come. All Troy wanted to do was close his legs and curl into a ball and protect his nuts as best he could, but his legs were now being held wide open, and someone had hold of his shoulders so that he couldn’t close his legs, nor roll into a protective ball. The man kept kicking Troy in the nuts, until, almost in self-preservation, Troy managed to cum, and it was only then that they left Troy and thanked him for a great fuck. All Troy could do was to roll over onto his side and lay down on the cold concrete floor, and there Troy passed out.

When Troy came to, he instinctively knew he was in the toilet block on his own, and looking at the light coming through the gap at the top between the wall and the roof; Troy knew that dawn was very close. Troy pushed himself up off the floor to get dressed, and as he moved could feel the men’s cum and piss sloshing around inside his guts. Troy staggered to one of the toilets and made it just in time to expel the fluid into the toilet and not on the floor. As, even though he was there on his own, he didn’t want to have to lick and suck the fluid up off the concrete floor, Troy knew he would have felt compelled to lick and suck the fluid up off the floor. Even though his tormentors had well and truly gone. When Troy finally stopped expelling the fluid from his guts, he discovered that there was nothing there for him to wipe himself with. Not wanting to waste the men’s fluid he scrapped as much as he could from off his legs and from between his arse cheeks and sucked the fluid from off his fingers.

Having cleaned himself up as much as he could, Troy began to get dressed, he stepped into his tighty whities, very gingerly and it was only when he pulled them up that he discovered that one of the men had tied a piece of cord/string around his ball bag very tightly and tied it off. Which explained the pain Troy felt in his balls, he’d just assumed that it was because he’d been kicked and punched so much in the nuts. He never dreamed that someone would have tied them off so tightly. Troy couldn’t find and end to the cord/string that had been tied off around Troy’s nuts, so deciding to cut it off when he got back to his room. So, Troy continued to try and stuff them into his tighty whities, but because the cord/string was wound so tightly around Troy’s nuts it actually pushed Troy’s nuts as far away from his body as they could get. Pointing straight out from his crotch. Consequently, they couldn’t fold to fit inside his undies, and wanting desperately to get home, Troy mentally said ‘fuck it’, he ripped his undies off and just pulled on his jeans instead, and continued to get dressed. But every time Troy went to bend at the waist or left his legs, it put a lot of pressure on his roped-off nuts. So, eventually, trying to ignore the pain in his nuts as best he could, Troy stuffed his undies into his back pocket and putting on his shoes, Troy went to wait for the tram.

Troy tried to sit and wait for the tram, but the pain in his roped-off nuts hurt too much as he tried to sit down, so he stood and waited for the tram instead. While he stood there, Troy was acutely aware of his nuts being forced down one leg of his tight jeans, while his mammoth cock snaked down the other leg. When the tram eventually arrived, Troy tried to climb up the steps, but he couldn’t lead with his leg that his nuts were along. So, Troy had to take them one step at a time, lifting up one leg, the leg that his cock was snaked down the side of. Then bring the other leg up onto the same step, and so on until Troy had climbed into the tram. When Troy got onto the tram, knowing that he couldn’t sit down, he picked a spot and holding onto the hand strap; Troy stood the entire trip back to the Uni. Troy was painfully aware of just how much his nuts stood out with the denim of his jeans stretched tightly over the top of them, and he was sure that everyone on the tram got to see as much of Troy’s nuts as they wanted to. Not that Troy has been ever shy about displaying his body, and why not he looked great, and he was proud of the looks and the comments he’d received up till today. Troy was very well aware of how he must smell, and the knowledge of how his nuts were trussed up, just made Troy feel cheap and worthless, and if he could have sat down and covered his crotch up, he would have. Finally, they arrived at his stop, and Troy went to get off the tram, but now he had to lead with the leg that had his nuts run down them. So, all the people on the stop got an eye-full of his nuts as well, and it took them a little while to be able to tear their eyes off his very prominent nuts. Enough to marvel at the size of his mammoth cock snaking down his other leg.

By the time Troy got to his room, he was in tears, not only from the pain from his nuts but, for the first time in his life, the embarrassment of the sheer size of his genitalia. Troy slammed the door behind himself as he entered his room, but he didn’t slam it quite hard enough for the door to close properly and so it swung open a bit. Troy didn’t care all he wanted was to get out of his jeans as quickly as he could and try to get rid of the cord/string that was tied so very tightly around his nut sack. As soon as his nuts were free from the denim of his jeans, Troy could finally get to see his nuts in the light of day, and he’d never seen his nuts such a dark purple colour before, and when he gingerly touched them, they were almost ice cold. Because they were tied so tightly that they stood straight out from his body, which explained why they hurt so much when he had tried to stuff them into his jeans in the first place. Troy lost no time in trying to find his pair of scissors that he had somewhere in his room. Troy was making so much noise trying to find his scissors that he didn’t hear Sean knock lightly at his door, but when he didn’t answer. Sean stuck his head around the door and was greeted by the sight of a naked Troy moving around his room with his cock flying around but with something sticking straight out from his crotch. It took Sean a couple of seconds to work out what exactly it was that was pointing straight out from Troy’s groin and looked so purple and angry. Sean was just about to burst into Troy’s room properly and see if he could offer any assistance, when Troy, with a whoop of triumph, found his scissors. Sean backed out of Troy’s doorway, but still held the door ajar so he could see what Troy was going to do with the scissors, Troy meanwhile was feeling around the binding of his ball bag to try and find the knot. Again, Sean was just about to go in and offer his assistance, when Troy, with another whoop of joy, evidently found the knot and managed to cut it.

Troy almost cried when the cord/string didn’t just unravel on the spot, and he had to unravel it himself. Troy quickly learnt that every time the cord/string touched his nuts, it sent sickening waves of nausea up through his stomach, but Troy struggled manfully onwards. Sean, meanwhile, deciding, somewhat mistakenly that Troy had everything under control and didn’t require any assistance and very quietly closed the door to Troy’s room and went to the bathroom. Troy eventually got all the cord/string of his ball bag and heaved a huge sigh of relief, grabbing his toiletries, towel, and clean undies headed out to have a shower. Troy stood under the shower, seemingly forever, trying to warm his nut up, but gave it up a bad joke. By the time he got out of the shower, while the rest of him was very pink from the heat of the water, his nuts were still a very dark colour and still felt very cold to Troy’s touch. He towelled off and gingerly pulled on his tighty whites and cradled his nuts into them before he laid his cock on top. Then feeling a bit more like his old self, Troy went back to his room and went to bed.

Meanwhile, Sean could not get the sight of a very naked Troy with his nuts trussed up so much that they stood straight out from his crotch out of his mind, and for some unbeknownst reason, Sean found the image disturbingly erotic. Not that Sean was gay, he hastened to remind himself, but seeing the great and mighty Troy. The man with the biggest cock and balls, Sean was sure he would ever see on any other male as long as he lived, trussed up like that, stirred something in Sean. But what he didn’t know. What he could do about that, he didn’t know either. But fuck, it gave Sean the biggest hard-on, and when he ejaculated, he didn’t think he was ever going to stop. It was the greatest orgasm of Sean’s life, and as he came down from the incredible high, all he could think about was how he could do it again, as he grabbed hold of his very sensitive cock once again.

Monday morning, Troy woke up, and the very first thing he did was to grab hold of his nuts very carefully. They still hurt like hell, and Troy fancied that they were still way colder than he thought they should have been, but didn’t know who he could ask. He couldn’t very well go up to the campus medical office and say that someone had tied of my nuts real tight, are they Ok. Troy thought he would give it a few days and see what happens if they weren’t Ok by Friday, then he’d go and see the campus Dr.

While he was worried about his nuts, he ran into Sean, a bit more than he used to during the week, and while it did puzzle Troy, he felt he had a bigger issue, and pushed Sean from his mind, unfortunately. While on Sean’s part, it was quite deliberate; Sean knew that something was going on with Troy, and he was determined to find out what it was. Sean knew it was something that happened to Sean on a Saturday night, Sean wasn’t too convinced that Troy was going to a ‘Fight Club’, and besides, Sean reasoned, how on earth would Troy find out about a ‘Fight Club’? So, Sean decided next Saturday to follow Troy and just see where he went and what it was, he was getting up too.

That Saturday night, Sean got dressed up early and waited out the front of the dorm, waiting for Troy to leave the dorm. Sean was determined to follow him and see what he was getting up to. Eventually, Troy exited the dorm and headed to the tram stop, with Sean trailing along behind him. Troy was so caught up in trying to decide what he was going to do tonight, that he didn’t notice Sean get on the Tram behind him. Troy, with Sean following, got off at the stop for the night club, and Sean followed him inside. Sean found an out of the way corner where he tried to keep Troy under surveillance without being seen himself. Sean soon discovered that he’d make a lousy detective, as he lost Troy constantly all night, but while he had eyes on Troy, it seemed as though the heartthrob Troy was trying, almost desperately to get picked up. It seemed to Sean as though Troy was trying to find someone, anyone who’d take him home for the night, which didn’t tally with Sean’s idea of Troy at all.

It was beginning to get very late, and Sean was beginning to think that this was a terrible idea, and had just decided to go home. When it looked to Sean as though Troy had reached the same conclusion, but for different reasons. Sean trailed Troy out of the night club and followed him to the Tram stop. Sean heard the tram coming was just about to go to the stop himself and feign surprise at finding Troy there. The tram had just begun to apply the brakes when Troy jumped up and ran across the road, and Sean was about to give chase when he saw Troy duck into the toilet block. Sean was going to follow him, but Sean decided that he was too tired and decided to just go back to the dorm and see Troy in the morning.