Snufftober 2025 - Day 1 - Masturbation: Thug's balls

\[mm, ballbusting, castration, thugs, cops\]

I was inspired to write this Snufftober story - a sequel to my story Beautiful Friendship [https://www.reddit.com/r/castrationstories/comments/1nfhlr2/beautiful\_friendship/](https://www.reddit.com/r/castrationstories/comments/1nfhlr2/beautiful_friendship/). It has M/M ballcrushing and a lot of dick stroking, as does this story.

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Detective Moreau was disappointed. The fight he had heard about on police radio had turned out to be a dud. Not even a smashed nose, let alone balls. He had driven there as fast as he could, steering wheel in one hand, his cock in the other.

His best friend doctor Gallo would be disappointed too. After they both had covered some burly denutted loser's hairy chest with their cum couple weeks ago, it was a real dry spell. The plan was simple: find a male victim of a fight, and get him to the hospital. Gallo would make it look in the papers that the balls were too damaged to be saved. Afterwards they both would shoot their loads, denutting the poor guy. Yet it felt like nobody was going for the balls anymore. Even the original guy.

"Damn," Moreau thought.

He was horny.

"To hell with it."

If all the thugs in the city had decided to take a vacation, he will have to act himself. Lady luck wasn't giving him a hot guy with damaged balls, that meant he had to create one himself.

It was already late in the evening and it was getting dark. Detective Moreau left the car and walked. This wasn't the safest neighbourhood. He stayed in the shadows, stroking his dick through the pants, hoping to find an appropriate target walking the street.

After some time he finally noticed a guy. Moreau smirked. He was what he needed. Big guy. Sideways baseball cap. Orange bomber jacket with a sports team logo. Wide pants. Tattoos showing from under the sleeves and on the neck. Walk as if he owned the world. Clearly, the guy was up to no good. Obviously, a common thug, detective told himself.

Moreau followed the guy, keeping himself in the shadow. Big guy looked around, sometimes peeked over the shoulder, only proving detective's impression of him as a lowlife thug. Just the right guy to lose his balls.

The thug walked into a small park where he suddenly stepped into a shadow and leaned on a tree. He was unaware of detective Moreau, who basically mirrored him.

Detective pulled out a taser. He didn't care what the thug was waiting for, as it was time for the guy to become a victim of an assault. Moreau started to sneak closer.

Another man, cleanly shaved, in his thirties, was walking through the park. He was wearing a suit, and clearly was trying to get through the dark area as soon as possible. The thug jumped out of the shadow, blocking man's way.

"Stop right there, buddy!" he said in gruff voice.

The man froze on the spot. He was a sporty guy, maybe could even take the thug out in a fair fight, but he was scared. The thug didn't let the man come to senses. He sized the man up and slowly walked closer, almost hypnotizing his victim with his eyes.

Detective Moreau observed from the bush, quite close the two men on the park path, while still hidden from them. None of this was what he expected. His thug turned out to be a real mugger!

The thug, suddenly, grabbed suited man's shoulders with his hands and then shot his knee into man's crotch. The kick almost lifted the victim from the ground.

"Argghh!" the man screamed.

Detective's mouth was open in amazement. This was more than he could hope for. He just needed to enjoy the show. Moreau's dick was out in the air, and he was silently stroking, astonished how lucky he was. The thug meanwile shot another knee into man's balls.

"Aghhhh!"

"What you say?" the thug mockingly asked. "You don't need these any more?"

He kicked again and again. Detective Moreau was stroking himself faster. This thug was brilliant. Probably he had learned the attack on victim's nuts was the best way to disable them. Afterwards he could take his wallet and anything else. Clearly, the guy enjoyed victim's nuts bursting under his kicks. Moreau almost had a feeling of sort of cameraderie.

After smashing man's genitals about a dozen times, the thug let the man fall on the ground. The victim wasn't moving at all. He had went limp in thug's arms couple kicks back.

Detective Moreau decided to make his move. Still holding his dick with one hand, he silently walked out of the shadows and pressed the taser at thug's tatooed neck. The taser rattled, sending volts directly to the guy's brain. Thug dropped like a sack of potatoes. Detective tased him again, just to make sure the big guy would stay on the ground.

Two bodies lay on the ground at Moreau's feet - one in a suit and one in sports jacket. First, detective kneeled near the ruined guy in the suit. He was out cold, barely breathing. Detective unzipped man's pants to investigate the condition of his balls. Man had quite a long dick, hanging over his crumpled ballsack. Detective grabbed the sack. Even in the darkness, barely illuminated by distant park lights, man's sack seemed ruined. Thug's knees had reshaped man's balls into pancakes. Moreau mashed the ruined sack between his fingers. One pancake was clearly crushed into several chunks, while the other was still somewhat intact. Again, detective felt something like an admiration towards the thug. The guy clearly had skills to ruin his victim's balls.

"You're lucky to have one surviving nut," Moreau said to the unconscious man. "Just not today."

Moreau squeezed the soft flesh of man's remaining testicle between fingers, and it collapsed without effort. Detective's dick was ready to explode. He turned to the thug. The guy was big. He was laying on his back, not realizing that his balls would soon become Moreau's toy.

Detective crawled between thug's legs and pulled down thug's pants, reavealing his dick and balls. Thug's cock was thick and hard. His balls between his legs hung in a loose sack, almost reaching the ground. Moreau cupped thug's balls, bringing them closer. Thug's nuts felt warm and moist, they smelled of virility and danger. Detective slid the head of his own cock between guy's testicles. Moreau enjoyed the sight of his pale dick complement slightly darker skin of thug's genitals. He closed his hands, and rubbed his dick between thug's large nuts. He lasted only couple of seconds before he shot several loads of cum.

"Fuck yea!" Moreau growled.

He was breathing heavily, and watched his cum overflow thugs balls, dripping on the ground. This felt amazing. And he wasn't done just yet.

Detective pulled thug's shirt up. The big guy wasn't the type who frequented gym. His body was covered in a thin layer of fat. There was a deep navel in the middle of his belly. The shirt revealed thug's pecs.

"Nice boobs you have there, baby," detective whispered.

The pecs were outstanding, fat and soft, crowned with dark nipples. Moreau put his hands on unconscious thug's pecs and massaged them. He felt his cock harden again. He smirked and started stroking himself. It was time to ruin big guy's plump nuts forever. This idea was making him ecstatic.

Detective balled his fists and starting sending strong punches, one after another, into thug's balls. His knuckles were digging into guy's sticky and warm nuts, every ach punch making a sharp slap. Each punch sent waves through thug's thick body, making his fat pecs jiggle. As his knuckles dug deeper, Moreau's grin became wider.

The balls had been softened enough. Detective Moreau grabbed guy's balls and thrusted his fingers into the supple flesh. Testicles gave in under his grip. Moreau pressed harder. He felt thug's nuts crack and tear into several chunks. Detective massaged the remaining chunks, carefully squeezing each bit, making it disappear into testicle goop inside thug's sack. When the balls were turned into soup and ruined beyond repair, detective stopped. He sat on thug's belly. Moreau rubbed his dick over thug's soft pecs, feeling another wave of cum boiling inside his own balls. Finally he came for the second time over thug's chest. This time his cum was thick and sticky. It formed ropes between the mounds of guy's pecs and over his nipples.

"Yea, baby!" detective groaned. "Fucking beautiful!"

Breathing heavily, Moreau stood up. Two ruined men lay under the nightly sky. He had gotten what he wanted. Doctor Gallo will be mad that he didn't get to participate in this. Oh well, detective will make it up for him. Whistling, Moreau walked out of the park.