Fan Sequel: Bull Cock on the Subway 2

The following story is a fan-made sequel to "Bull Cock on the Subway" from Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories (you can read it here: http://jayseballbustingstories.blogspot.com/2019/10/bull-cock-on-subway-jayse-version.html) itself a reworking of an original story by another author. I found the story so hot, and some of the comments in the thread for future development such a turn on that I just had to write something more from it. Consider this a kind of fanfic, in no way is it endorsed by the author of part 1 nor should it be considered an official sequel, just an idea as to where the story could go next.

Warning: this story contains permanent damage
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It had been six weeks since I got played by a young punk on the subway. My cock and balls were finally healed and back in working order after being brutally bashed up by bollards from the outside of a moving train. Life was slowly coming back to normal, but I couldn’t shake a feeling deep inside of me; an angry, burning need for revenge on that little scumbag. I’d tried my hardest to spot him again, and a couple of times on the ride home I swore I’d seen him snaking his way through subway cars. I was unsure the first time, but the second time the occasional glimpse of another well built hunk like me biting his lip or seemingly becoming out of breath as a shaggy haired younger guy was pressed up beside him assured me that it was in fact my little punk, trying his game on some other unsuspecting victim. He was clearly still at it, looking for his next big target; I just needed to figure out how to attract his attention so I could get close enough to him. Despite 4 or 5 suspected sightings in the past two weeks, I never seemed to be able to get the boy to come my way. Maybe he never picked the same target twice? I needed something to get him to come over to me, some bait.

One night at the gym, the perfect idea came to me. My gym bro Max was nearly as well built as me, 6’2” of ex-college football fortified muscle, rippling abs, sculpted pecs and thick, bulging biceps. Max worked at the offices across the street from me and we lived not too far apart so we’d regularly hit the gym together after work. Don’t get me wrong, Max was a nice guy if you could stand his relative air headedness, what he’d been gifted with in natural sporting talent and good looks he hadn’t been so gifted with in the head. The 28 year old stud maintained at best, probably a junior-high level of intelligence, it was a constant wonder to me that he’d be able to hold down a job in the city. Of course, none of that had mattered to the meathead as he’d been able to ride through college on a full scholarship. As the all-star of his football team, he’d been the king of the social jungle and could easily have any babe he wanted, this had left him a little too-cocky and a little too-arrogant at times. He always went on about how he could beat any guy at anything (casually ignoring that he’d never made it pro), you could bench 400? Well guess what he was gonna bench 500 next time you saw him. You hooked up with a hot chick last night? Well he was gonna hook up with 3 tonight. That kind of immature high school locker room crap really got on my nerves. Nothing was worse than when he started talking about his precious dick though, he was very proud of his 13 inch member and his impressive set of accompanying low hangers and would regularly centre the conversation around them. He’d been such a jerk after my incident on the subway, always banging on about how his dick was indestructible and how nothing like that could ever happen to him. Yep, I’d found my perfect bait; hot enough, dumb enough and just begging to be brought down a notch.

“Yeah man, then I came over her tits while her best friend sucked my balls” he boasted as he peeled off his sweaty workout tank as we entered the locker room.

“Sounds like you had a hot night last night, any plans tonight?”
“Might hit up a bar or two and see what I can find”, he gave me a wink and he grabbed his towel and began making his way to the shower.

I began to think to myself about the punk and how much I needed this plan to work. Realising that the stakes were high I decided to make sure my piece of bait would be as irresistible as possible to the little bastard. Looking around and seeing no one else in the locker room I grabbed both Max’s sweaty tank top and his post-gym Tshirt and tossed them in the bin. When Max returned, slipping on fresh boxers and his pair of short black athletic shorts he seemed puzzled looking around his gym bag for his missing shirts.

“Hey bro, you seen my tank or my shirt?”

“Nah bro”

“Bro, that’s so weird…” he trailed off as if in deep contemplation “guess I’m riding back shirtless” he laughed sliding his gym bag over his shoulder and putting his baseball cap on backwards.

“Guess you are bro” I smiled back.

We made our way to the busy subway station, Max getting a not unreasonable amount of attention from some desirable young women in his barely clothed state, his tanned skin shining in the lights of the platform as the last remnants of sweat and shower water clung to the crevices in his tight muscles. As our train pulled in, we were all forced to shuffle in to one car as the adjoining car was being ruled by a small group of delinquents and their unruly dog, viciously barking at anyone who dared try and enter. Max and I ended up shuffled right to the back of the car, my back to the wall and standing next to me, Max was pressed up to the sliding doors that separated our carriage from the near-empty but dangerous car next door.

After some brief chat (mostly revolving around Max’s dick), we both ended up in silence fiddling with our phones. The train pulled in and out of station after station and yet there was no sign of the punk. Our journey was over halfway over and I was beginning to lose all hope of seeing him when we pulled into our next stop, then suddenly as luck would have it the sexy little fucker hopped on from the doors closest to us. He was on the phone and turned to face me as soon as he boarded, eyes lighting up he followed his cock like an arrow to where we were standing. The scruffy haired blond was dressed almost identically to how he had been six weeks earlier; a loose tank top adorned his upper body, tight jeans and worn sneakers accompanied on the lower half. The punk licked his lips as he came closer, and I panicked as I saw him eyeing up the bulge in between my legs. Fuck, maybe I’d miscalculated this whole thing. I nervously attempted to shift my body to the side so he wouldn’t be able to reach me if that was his plan, but I was already too tightly boxed into the corner. He finally made it to where I was standing as the train began to pull out the station, at the last second he shot me a devilish wink and turned around, standing in front of Max.

I watched out the corner of my eye as the punk’s forearm grazed the thinly protected bulge in Max’s shorts. I smiled wickedly, knowing my plan was working. Max had been so engrossed in playing some dumb fantasy football game on his phone that he hadn’t even noticed the smaller guy standing in front of him.
“Oops. Sorry mister” teased the punk

“No worries little bro” responded Max

No sooner had the words left Max’s mouth than the punk had grazed his crotch a second time, I could see Max ignoring it as if it were an accident just as I had so foolishly done six weeks earlier. Two or three bumps later, I notice Max’s face getting redder as the bulge in his shorts began to show some signs of growth; I should note here that I was the only person with this view, to everyone else on the train almost all of Max’s body was obscured by the little guy in front of him. Max tried to distract himself by burying himself into the football game happening on his screen, but the punk began to roll the back of his knuckles over the head of Max’s hardening dick much to the hunky beefcake’s dread. Taking a deep breath, Max slid his phone into his back pocket and with a trembling hand reached up to hold onto railing. He looked as if he was about to say something when the train pulled into its next stop, a jostling of passengers giving the punk the excuse to back right up into Max and force him flat against the door. Max’s dick quickly sprung up to its full, mighty 13 inches as the sexy tease of a smaller man rammed his bubble butt into Max’s crotch, his hard dick just millimetres of fabric away from the punk’s tight hole. I let out a snicker at the look of sheer horror that washed over Max’s face as the alpha stud processed that he was being successfully played by a cute little guy barely half his size.

As the train began to move, the punk returned one of his hands to working on the pulsing schlong that now pointed skywards inside Max’s boxers and used his free hand to explore the naked torso of the hunky bull. Beads of sweat began to drip from Max’s handsome forehead onto his quivering pecs as he looked at me in desperation, I pulled out my phone and pretended not to notice what was happening to my buddy as he had his body worked over by the little twink. The smaller guy was alternately from tweaking Max’s exposed nipples, caressing his bare pecs and tantalisingly stroking his rock hard abdomen. The stud’s breathing slowed and he swallowed with a loud gulp as his dick began to bounce inside shorts ready to shoot its load, then at the last second the punk pulled his hands back from Max’s body as the stronger man let out a frustrated groan at his aborted orgasm.

Two, three, four more times this process repeated itself, Max becoming seemingly more desperate with every occurrence. By the fourth time, he was absolutely drenched in sweat, every muscle in his gym-fortified body trembling as he silently begged for release. It was then that the punk pulled Max in presumably for “the talk” I’d experienced myself, I couldn’t quite make out the words the punk was whispering into Max’s ear apart from the occasional “suck you dry”, “bull cock” etc as he no doubt told Max what a hot guy he was and how he was going to blow his mind. The punk pulled down the waistband of Max’s gym shorts and carefully unbuttoned the fly of his heavily tented boxer shorts, he retrieved Max’s most prized possessions and held them in the palm of his hand. The punk returned to whispering in Max’s ear as he fondled his giant balls and let his other hand run over his sweaty chest and six pack abs, using just the edge of his fingertips to do so giving Max noticeable goosebumps.

The punk grabbed hold of the base of Max’s pulsing cock

“You ready big boy?”
“Fuck yeah” whispered back Max, breathlessly

The punk smiled and pulled Max in as if for a deep kiss, but instead brought his knee up smashing into the taller man’s dangling nut sack. Max's eyes bulged and he let out a fit of coughs as his knees buckled under the pain.

The punk moved so fast it was over in the blink of an eye, he slammed the button that opened the sliding door to the next car and hopped through. With a firm hand still around the root of Max’s cock, he spun the muscle stud around with perfect timing as the door closed around his nuggets and rock hard dick.

Max’s entire heavy frame was pressed firmly against the door, his muscles heaving as he struggled to free his package to no avail. He reached to his side trying desperately to hit the open door button, but cruelly his fingers were just less than an inch away from being able to reach the glowing green light. He desperately tried to get my attention, even so much as trying to say my name through the coughing fit he was having from having just been kneed in the sack; but I stayed firmly focused on my phone screen pretending not to see a thing. On the other side of the glass, the punk laughed with and high fived the other youths, who appeared to be his friends, perhaps they were scouts? It was hard to tell.

“Look boy, we brought you a juicy bone” the punk joked to the ravenous dog still roaming the carriage.

The dog's ears perked up, looking in Max's direction. Licking its lips, the unconstrained canine began sauntering its way over to Max’s meat as the captive hunk began frantically tapping on the glass, sweat now pouring off his body as he trembled in terror. The punk looked Max dead in the eyes barely able to contain his glee. He blew Max a sarcastic kiss before turning his attention to the trapped bull cock and bright red ballsack that was wedged by the door, the punk mockingly waved "bye-bye" to the monster meat before snapping a pic of Max's hilarious predicament. 

“Fuck this” Max muttered to himself “I didn’t spend 15 years building every muscle in this body into perfection just for some dog to come and eat my dick”

With that he heaved with all of his might to pull his package back through the door, but only succeeded in hurting his cock and balls more as the skin received a rubber burn from the edge of the doors. "Fuck!" he moaned in pain as the stinging sensation burned off a couple of his thick pubes. 

I had to say though, from out the corner of my eye the look on his face at that moment was priceless. The moment he realised that being a college football star didn’t make him invincible, that it didn’t matter how many hours he’d put into bench pressing at the gym or how many games he’d trained for or how many girls he’d fucked with his 13 inch tool, because despite all of that he was powerless to help himself now when his very manhood depended on it. He flexed his powerful biceps with all his might, a flex so powerful that it would have ripped the fabric of a t-shirt if he was wearing one, as he tried desperately to create a parting that would let his dick slide through the gap, but it was no use.

Suddenly, Max froze as he felt the dog below him sniff his trapped balls on the other side of the door. The punk and his friends burst out laughing as they started filming what was happening in front of them. Max gritted his teeth as felt his sack getting wet, a solitary bead of sweat running down the side of his forehead.

Seconds later, the stud let out a low grunt and a series of low pitiful groans as the dog started munching down on his boys. His pecs trembled once again, this time in fear as they vibrated against the glass, his nuts crying out in pain. The dog was really starting to go to town on his junk as he let out a silent wail of agony, once again desperately trying to get my attention but I had popped some headphones on so I could keep feigning ignorance while enjoying watching this cocky prick get taken down a peg. Max probably hadn't felt this much pain since being struck by an errant baseball in high school, he hadn't been able to fuck for weeks after that. I could see the gears in his mind starting to race as he panicked about how much damage was going to be done to his favourite body parts, he couldn't go weeks without sex; I mean he was Max! He was the office heartthrob that everyone wanted to get with, fuck what would his bros at the gym think when they saw his battered nuts? Shit, were those fuckers filming this?? Max's entire body shook in anger as he noticed all the phones pointed at him, he looked as if he was about to let out a "FUCK YOU" when suddenly....

ARGHHHHHHHH

Max, let out a loud high-pitched scream and bucked his hips wildly against the doors. I finally couldn’t ignore him any longer and turned around to see his right nut severing from his body, firmly being held in place by razor sharp teeth. The dog pulled his head back and with a sickening squelch, his babymaker separated from his crotch and disappeared from view as the mutt clamped its jaws shut. 

Most of the other passengers in our car, while alarmed quickly started ignoring Max. From their perspective, they saw a muscly dudebro in gym shorts and a baseball cap making a nuisance while performing what looked like a crude sex act on the door, which they likely assumed to be a frat thing or some stag night antics. While a couple of commuters let out a snicker, others carried on with their commute a couple even calling on Max to quieten down. I couldn't help but quietly join the snickering as Max's manhood was slowly destroyed in public and no-one even knew what was happening, leaving the handsome quarterback even more helpless than ever. 

No amount of commuters telling him to shut up was going to stop Max screaming now though as the dog seemed poise to strike his similarly endowed left nut, he turned to me frantically pointing at the release button “bro, you gotta help me!”, but I just stood there seemingly paralysed in shock at what was happening to my buddy’s junk.

The punks on the other side of the door were screaming in laughter as their dog chomped down on Max’s last remaining nut. He let out an even higher pitched squeal as teeth sank deeply into his ball, moments later the mighty orb shattered in his sack into a million pieces, effectively castrating the hunky bull of a man. Max’s screams reached a crescendo as tears began streaming down his handsome face.

“My balls… my beautiful balls” he let out between sobs. Max's sobbing intensified as his mind slowly began to process that he'd never have sex again. I bet he was thinking back to all of his favourite sexual encounters, from his first time in high school where he’d ploughed through five cheerleaders at a party, to that time he'd tag teamed some hot Swedish exchange students with a couple of his football bros, all the way through to the two sexy bimbos from last night that he couldn't shut up about, he stared back longingly at his still pulsing boner on the other side of the glass. Max was lost in a world of self pity when the dog returned. 

Satisfied with the starter, the vicious mutt jumped up onto the door and prepared for his main course. I covered my mouth in horror as he made quick work of Max’s most precious muscle, digging into his 13 inch pole. Max's eyes widened in shock and his mouth formed a perfect 'o' as he felt the dog's teeth sink into his glans. 

Chunk after chunk began disappearing from his body causing the muscleman to bellow in agony. With every bite, he let out a shrill scream as he watched in terror at his huge cock becoming smaller, and smaller. 

“Nooooo, nooooo” Max sobbed between screams of pain, still bucking his hips wildly desperately trying to free the 8 or so inches that were left of his proud member. Beads of sweat dropped down the ex-stud’s back, his powerful arms and torso flexed against the glass as his massive tool was turned into dogchow right in front of his eyes with nothing he could do to stop it.

With just 5 inches remaining, Max began desperately prying at the heavy doors but even his powerful arms were no match for the mechanics of the steel doorway which didn’t budge so much as a quarter inch. Max looked down frantically, now seeing only a stump left where just moments earlier his manhood had stood boldly pointing back at him ready to shoot a mammoth load from his mighty bull nuts that were no longer there. As the dog was poised to bite the last chunk out of his once prized dick, Max pleaded silently with the smaller creature that he had scoffed at just minutes earlier "please, please leave the rest of my dick alone, please" he prayed, staring deeply into the creatures eyes. But it was no use, the dog licked its lips and dug in to finish the main course, leaving Max with nothing right down to the root. Max let out one last yell as what was left of his cock severed from his crotch, with nothing left holding him in the door he finally fell backwards. The elastic waistband of his gym shorts snapping back over his crotch covering up the empty hole in the fly of his now baggy boxers. I caught the meathead before he toppled over, and gently helped him rest back against the door. We had just pulled into a station as the punk, his friends and their dog left the carriage behind us. The big dude seemed so shocked that no-one was reacting to what had just happened to him.

“B..bro why didn’t they help?
“Oh, I don’t think they realised man”

You could see from his face that he had been hit with a double whammy, for all the effort he put into talking up his dick, not only had he lost it but no-one had even noticed that it was happening. Nothing could stop this muscular piece of prime meat from losing his prime meat, not his super strength, not his dashing good looks and not a subway car full of people. His eyes began to well up again.

“Hey look bro, I’m sorry you lost your junk but at least we can get revenge” I smiled flashing him a wallet.

“w..what?” stuttered Max, too dumb to work out what had happened. Unbeknownst to him, I’d swiped the punk’s wallet from his back pocket back when he had been teasing Max’s cock earlier, and it had an ID with an address.

“Never mind buddy, let’s get you to a hospital, maybe they can help you get a new dick?”
“You… you really think so?” beamed Max, optimistically.

I condescendingly patted his head like a confused puppy, “we’ll see Max, we’ll see”
I helped the useless eunuch off of the subway as we reached our stop and walked him to the hospital.