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A fictional story I wrote, let me know what you think!

The sun beat down mercilessly on the pristine white sand, the air thick with the salty tang of the ocean and the sweet scent of sunscreen. Lance, a towering figure of athleticism in a shiny, bright red Speedo, strutted confidently along the beach, his blonde hair tousled by the gentle sea breeze. His muscular physique was on full display, the tight, skimpy, swimwear left little to the imagination. Highlighting his impressive endowment and the prominent, large, jiggling bulge that seemed to have a life of its own as it swayed and bobbed about in the thinly stretched lyrica fabric.

Behind him, in the queue for the beach bar, stood Marcus, a stocky midget with a simmering temper and a deep-seated envy for Lance's physique. His eyes, focused on Lance's backside, were a mixture of jealousy, irritation and resentment. Every time Lance shifted, his round bubble butt seemed to taunt Marcus, smacking him in the face with its obtrusive presence. Marcus‘s nose would get dangerously close to being wedged in the sweaty ass crack of the plump, muscular ass that kept unexpectedly lurching towards his bitter face.

"This guy needs to learn some manners," Marcus muttered to his friend Danny, a timid red-haired midget who seemed more inclined to shy away from conflict than embrace it.

Lance, oblivious to the simmering resentment behind him, continued his sway back and forth, occasionally turning back to wave at friends, always with the same unfortunate consequence: his bulging Speedo-clad crotch would thrust itself into Marcus's face, a visual assault that pushed Marcus to the brink of fury.

Finally, Marcus had enough. As Lance turned to shout a greeting to a classmate across the beach, his Speedo-clad bulge poked Marcus square in the jaw. Marcus, taken aback and thoroughly disgusted, With a quick flick of his wrist, instinctively swatted the offending meaty bulge with the back of his hand. A loud, squishy "thwock" echoed through the air as the huge speedo-clad mound jiggled obscenely from side to side. A gasp escaped Lance's lips as he instinctively hunched over, protecting his pride and joy.

"Watch your hands, little midget!" Lance roared, his voice booming across the beach.

"You're the one who needs to watch where he's sticking that thing," Marcus retorted, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Maybe keep your crotch out of my face, you big oaf."

"Little guys like you need to learn to back up and make room for the big boys," Lance scoffed, his arrogance a stark contrast to his suddenly vulnerable posture. His fat speedo bulge tauntingly bobbed in front of Marcus’s face the entire time he talked.

Marcus's eyes narrowed. "Come over to the trees then," he challenged. "Let's see how ‘big boys’ handle disagreements in private."

As they reached the treeline, the atmosphere shifted as Marcus and Lance squared off. Marcus was fueled by envy, taking in every inch of Lance's toned physique. He could hardly stand it. They began to grapple, yet it was evident that Lance had the upper hand against both midgets—his muscular frame was far more agile and powerful.

Danny, caught in the crossfire, watched with wide, fearful eyes as his friend struggled to keep his footing, helplessly observing the spectacle of a giant hurling a smaller opponent around as if he were weightless. Marcus, however, wasn’t going down without a fight. Danny, unfortunately, found himself being hoisted high above Lance’s head, a helpless bystander in the escalating conflict. Danny thrashed around in fear and, voice cracking, pleaded to be put down.

Marcus, though, couldn't keep his eyes from Lance’s bouncing crotch. In a moment of desperation, he found himself fixating on the shining red bulge bobbing in front of him. It sparked an impulsive wave of spiteful vengeance. He could only bitterly stare as it jiggled obscenely in the tight red Speedo. Marcus could clearly make out all the details of Lance’s impressive package through the thin strained material; his long and thick dick shaft draped over two huge, egg shaped, testicles beneath. The massive orbs jutted out on each side of Lance’s fat dick head, barely contained inside the overworked speedo. The temptation was too much. A cruel, warped idea took root in Marcus's mind. Marcus unleashed his pent-up frustration and went for it, using Lance's bulging,Speedo-covered, balls as his makeshift speed bag. His tiny fists repeatedly slamming into it. The shiny red meat stuffed material rippled and bounced obscenely with each impact, Lance's face contorting in a mixture of pain and shock as he struggled to react while holding Danny above his head. Marcus was mesmerized as Lance's huge speedo pouch bounced in response to each unforgiving punch. Lance, continuing to hold Danny hostage, was unable to defend his pride and joy as he stood frozen in shock. Marcus was fascinated by the feeling of the warm, soft mound smashing into his knuckles. Loud moist “thwacks” echoed through the trees as Marcus increased the speed of his newfound boxing technique.

Lance’s eyes rolled back, and a sharp gasp escaped his lips as the relentless assault on his most sensitive region took its toll. He collapsed onto the sandy ground, his body going limp, and Danny tumbled to the sand.

His rage still bubbling, Marcus lifted Lance's legs and began relentlessly stomping his foot on the now defenseless, huge, and squishy bulge. Danny, terrified, was begging Marcus to stop, to allow them to escape the scene. Marcus was beyond reason. He couldn't quell the desire to punish the giant's perfect body and enormous manhood. He was envious of Lance’s physique and its perfect complement. Marcus was in a state of heightened arousal. He couldn't get enough of that obscene, bouncing bulge. He wasn't going to let the opportunity pass him by.

Marcus decided to drag Lance across the harsh terrain. He gripped Lance’s muscular legs and dragged him through the sand and bushes, forcing the rough terrain to go in-between Lance’s thick thighs and to repeatedly smash against his bobbing and vulnerable bulge.

Marcus grew tired of dragging the heavy hunk. He leaped onto Lance's body, straddling his washboard abs. He was face to face with the source of his resentment: Lance's huge, shiny red, Speedo-clad bulge. He buried his tiny fingers into the massive mound of Lyrica covered flesh. Taking a gargantuan testicle in each hand, he alternated squeezing them though the flimsy fabric that offered no protection. A low, guttural sound escaped Lances throat as Marcus manhandled the giant of a man’s huge, juicy balls.

Marcus grew increasingly bold and adventurous. He reached inside the skimpy red Speedo, grasped Lance's thick, long penis, and began stroking it. Lance, who hadn’t had an orgasm in over a week, was unable to stop his erection. Marcus roughly manipulated it until it was fully erect, throbbing against his hand. He alternated between squeezing and kneading Lance’s fat balls and furiously jacking him off.

Lance was about to cum. Marcus could sense it and viciously squeezed Lance’s huge nuts in each hand. Lance screamed a blood-curdling scream as his climax hit and his sensitive sperm-tanks were squeezed. Cum erupted from his fat dick head, splattering his Speedo and the surrounding sand. Lance was weak and fell back into unconsciousness.

Danny was frozen in shock by the events he had witnessed. His mind was wrecked with confusion, amazement, and second hand embarrassment by the events that unfolded before him. Panic set in and Danni blurted “What have you done!? We’re going to go to jail!” Marcus climbed to his feet and told Danny to relax. “Nothing is going to happen to us, this big oaf is going to recover and be fine. Guys like him never speak of humiliation like this. He would be way too embarrassed to ever admit this actually happened.” Danny was still unsure and his mind continued to race with thoughts. He stammered, “What if you permanently damaged him? Isn’t that sexual assault or something!?” Marcus was starting to get annoyed that he had to continue to justify defending their honor. He got back down on his knees in front of the unconscious hunks spread legs. Marcus yanked the front of the worn out speedo down to reveal the still intact, bruised and swollen balls, and thick, long dick resting in between the studs legs. He gently rolled the huge gonads in each of his hands, inspecting them. Marcus still couldn’t get over how blessed this asshole was. “They are still very firm and solid, the only thing permanently damaged is this dudes ego.” Marcus gave the huge baby-makers one last playful squeeze before he started tucking the unconscious giants huge appendages back inside the ruined speedo. After all the abuse, the now dirty red Speedo was barely staying stitched together at this point. Marcus started briskly walking toward Danny and said “OK, I am ready to get out of here before this guy wakes up. He’s going to be sore and pissed.” As they both walked away, the handsome hunk laid in the sand, slowly stirring. His body a testament to the unexpected humiliation and defeat he suffered at the hands of two midgets.

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In this group or on Reddit as a whole, is it OK to talk about things that happened as a teen? Mostly about nut shots and ball busting, of course. Not sexual.

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This is the second part of interview with Isma Laam. Professional bodybuilder and buster.

• In your years of being a Buster Master, what have you learned about the mental resilience or limits of your clients? How do you read their reactions?

Over the years, I’ve learned that everyone’s limits are different, but the mind often gives up before the body does. Some guys think they’re tougher than they are, but when they face the real pain, you can see the change in their eyes. Their body language tells me a lot—how they breathe, if they tense up, or if they start shaking.

I’ve become good at reading those signs. I can tell when someone’s near their limit or if they’re just scared. Sometimes, they surprise themselves and go further than they thought they could. Other times, they break fast. It’s about knowing when to push and when to pull back. The mental game is just as important as the physical.

• You’ve been a buster for more than 20 years, punishing unlucky (or lucky?) guys. Do you remember the first time you busted someone for fun? What was that experience like, I don’t mean the situation on Silat training, something else. Maybe stranger etc..

Yeah, I remember. It wasn’t in training, it was outside of school. I was around 12, and this guy—he was a bit older—was messing with me and my friends. He was cocky, thought he could push us around. I wasn’t having it, so I waited until the right moment and kicked him straight in the balls. He dropped like a rock.  I realized how effective it could be, and it felt… fun.