Trespassers Will Be Busted Pt. 2

Part 1 Here: https://jamiesballbusts.blogspot.com/2025/06/trespassers-will-be-busted.html  

 Brayden laid on the ground unconscious and covered in streaks of his last load as his friends nearly pissed themselves laughing, their still erect cocks and heavy balls bouncing and swinging all over the place. 

Logan wiped a tear from his eye and exhaled heavily. 

“God, I need a fuckin’ seat after that.”

He turned away from the scene, shaking his head, and sauntered toward a wide, mossy log just a few feet away.

Tyler blinked, coming down from his own laughing fit. “Dude, maybe don’t-”

But Logan was already turning, aiming his ass toward the log like a throne, his heavy balls hanging between his legs perilously. He didn’t look where he stepped though. His foot hit a slick patch of wet bark, just enough to tilt his angle mid-drop.

And then he sat.

Wrong.

So, so wrong.

The entire weight of his muscular body came down directly onto his fat unprotected balls.

One nut landed squarely on a sharp edge of the log. The other got mashed under his own thigh. His body buckled, eyes went wide, then rolled back.

CRUNCH.

The sound echoed across the clearing like a thick branch snapping.

Logan froze for a moment, the pain taking a second to register in his brain, but as soon as he felt it he shrieked. It wasn’t a scream per say. It was more of a girlish squeal. High, strained, and pitiful.

He doubled over groaning and whining. 

Tyler jumped back. “DUDE?! What the fuck?!”

Logan collapsed onto his side, fetal position, gasping like he’d been shot. His hands clutched between his legs, but there was nothing to save.

"My balls man!..." He whined as he moved his hands to assess the damage.

One was already swelling quite red and angry looking. The other? Flattened. His once mighty cock was now rapidly deflating, going from impressive to pathetic in seconds.

His voice was a whimper now. “My fuckin’... my fuckin’ balls...”

"You just... you just crushed your own nut?" Tyler said incredulously as he backed away. "Holy fuck man..." 

Logan lay crumpled on his side, whimpering, his hands buried between his muscular thighs. His handsome face contorted in pain. The air around him stank of sweat, cum, bark, and raw panic. One nut was already gone  he knew it. It felt like a smashed grape stuffed inside a sock.

“My fuckin’… balls…” he moaned again, barely audible.

Tyler just stared, backing away slowly like Logan might infect him somehow like being near the boy might spell the end for his own precious manhood.

“I need… fuck, I need my pants,” Logan muttered, half-delirious. “I need… ice. And, like, fuckin’... morphine.”

He rolled onto his back with a pained grunt and groped for his jeans, which were bunched around one ankle. His fingers were trembling, awkward. He finally managed to grab the waistband and yank them upward, he pulled them over his groin area with as much care as he could manage, trying his best not to irritate his overly sensitive and battered nuts, then as he got to his feet he went to zip up his jeans, something he had done a million times, but this time he did it too fast, too rough.

ZZZIP.

There was a moment of silence. Then Logan’s back arched.

“AAAAAAGHHH FUCK!!”

The scream that tore from his throat was high and ragged. His body convulsed as he clutched at his zipper. The second testicle  his last shred of manhood was caught in the metal vice.

Pinched.

Crushed.

His hand scrambled to unzip in pure panic, and when he finally yanked the metal down. 

POP.

There was a wet snick sound, like stepping on a cherry tomato. Logan’s eyes went wide, his mouth hung open.

Nothing came out.

Then he collapsed again onto the forest floor, a twitching, groaning heap as a small, sad dribble of cum oozed from his limp shaft. 

Tyler gagged. “Oh my god… you just zipped off your own nut.”

Logan whimpered, hands still frozen at his fly.

“...kill me…”

At this moment Tyler decided he needed to get out of there and quick, the boy went to pull up his own jeans and to his horror saw that they along with his underwear were left across the clearing, not wanting to waste time he ran away without them. 

As he ran his heavy balls and half soft cock flopped around between his legs, slapping against his thighs making him grimace each time. 

That's when he noticed the path he had come in on was nowhere to be seen. 

"What the fuck?!" He yelled looking around frantically. 

"Fuck.. shit!" He tried to run through the forest, the dense treeline was almost impenetrable. 

"Fuck!" He sounded more distraught now. 

Tyler slumped onto the ground, leaning up against another tree, he felt helpless, the weed he had smoked making his brain foggy and his unattended blue balls making him distracted, he looked over at his buddies unconscious bodies and breathed heavily. 

Tyler sat there breathing hard, legs sprawled lazily in front of him. His cock was still half-hard, gently bobbing with each heavy breath. His balls, full and flushed from earlier teasing, heavy, warm, and begging for release.

“Brayden passed out from a fall… Logan crushed his own sack like an idiot… but I’m fine. I’m fine,” he told himself, trying to ignore the faint sense of doom pressing at the edges of his high. “God, I should’ve finished earlier. Maybe if I just…”

His hand drifted down to his cock. It gave a twitch in greeting.

He started stroking slowly, savoring it, letting the tension melt from his body. His other hand wandered idly to his nuts, cupping them as they rested comfortably in the grass. They shifted slightly with every rock of his hips, the blades of grass brushing lightly beneath them.

And that’s when he noticed it.

The grass.

It felt… nice.

Surprisingly nice.

“Fuck…” he exhaled, barely above a whisper.

The texture was cool, dewy, and just rough enough to tickle the underside of his sack. It made him shiver. His cock throbbed again, harder now, and he instinctively spread his legs wider, letting his balls sag lower into the soft earth.

He started grinding. Slowly. His hips rolled into the ground in time with his stroking, the feeling between his legs building with every gentle rock.

“Ohhh yeah… nature knows what’s up…” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut.

His nuts rolled through the grass, dragging slightly through the stems. He imagined someone beneath him, a mouth maybe, or a hot tongue... Kayla.. He thought of her pretty face lapping up the precum dripping onto his nuts. He stroked faster. The tip of his cock was leaking profusely now, clear fluid sliding down the shaft toward his knuckles.

He didn’t even feel the first ant.

Then came the second bite.

“Ah shit,” he flinched. “That… that stung.”

Another bite. Then another.

And suddenly, the tickling wasn’t sexy anymore.

He sat up fast, blinking down at himself.

His nuts were moving.

Not twitching crawling.

Dozens of ants had swarmed his sack, skittering along his cock, under his balls, across his thighs. One latched onto the seam and bit deep.

“FUCK!” he shouted, panic flaring. He slapped at them blindly.

His hand smashed straight into his balls.

“NNNNGH SHIT!” 

He groaned as his hand made contact with his sensitive manhood.

He hit them again, trying to brush them off, but the ants kept coming. 

Another bite, right beneath his cock

"FUCK!".

Tyler cried out, legs kicking. His cock spasmed, flicking a strand of precum across his stomach.

And then, in his blind panic, he punched his own sack.

POP.

The left one gave out under the force of the blow. A wet snick. Like something soft giving way.

His scream cracked the quiet air. His hips jolted once, violently then fell still.

"SHITT!!!" 

He screeched as he tried his best to get the ants off his manhood. His other ball began to swell now, looking not much different than Logan's had moments prior. 

"FUCK! IF IM GONNA LOSE EM I BETTER USE EM" Tyler hollered as he began to stroke with renewed vigour. 

He violently jerked his cock, painfully smacking his remaining nut with every pump, he felt himself approaching orgasm and even through the pain of his left nut's destruction he pressed on. 

That's when above him a branch began to shake loose, all the violent shaking at the base of the tree had caused the dead branch to become dislodged and now it was coming hurdling towards the ground. 

SPLAT

The branch, about as thick as one of Tyler's legs, landed square in front of him, catching his remaining nut dead on, ruining what was left of his manhood. 

"NOOO!" 

His cock erupted, twitching violently as the last of his fertile seed splattered across the forest floor in thick, wasted ropes.

And then…

Stillness.

The branch rolled slightly. His body twitched once before falling unconscious like his friends.

And the forest went quiet once again.