Erotic Story- Trojan Man, Part 4: Trojan Man is Tormented
Peter sat in stunned disbelief in his dorm room, as he watched his campus hero Trojan Man being tortured on cam by masked goons, chained up in just his trademark mask and speedo. A 5'7 140 lb twink, Peter had been working on a computer science project when he got a campus-wide Snapchat with a quick vid of what seemed horrifyingly like Trojan Man tied up and helpless. Following the provided link confirmed his worst nightmare: the speedo savior who had once saved Peterâs life, was being broken down in bondage; and no matter how he tried to reach out via comment, they disappeared as soon as he pressed âEnter.â Those bitches must have some sort of malignant AI blocking my comments, Peter thought. His thoughts drifted back to how he had first met Trojan ManâŠ
Back in September, he had just started at USC. He had been hoping college wouldnât be as abusive as his smalltown home, but USC was somehow worse, fully under the rein of rapists and bullies. Late one night he had been jumped by some gaybashing frat bros in an off-campus alley on his way back from studying, slapped around and beaten til he was on his knees⊠the bros were drunk, and wanted to force this âfagâ to suck them off⊠As Peter was about to be mouthraped by a smirking pale beanpole, dick slapping his bruised face, his assaulters suddenly started yelling in fear as a muscular figure jumped into their midst, punches and kicks raining down on them. âGet off him, you assholesâ Peter heard, collapsing onto his back. Looking up through swollen eyes, he saw a handsome ripped figure, in a skimpy speedo and mask holding his hand out. âYou ok, man?â his savior smiled. âWhy⊠why did you⊠Iâm just some freshman twinkâ Peter mumbled, reaching out for that saving hand. âBecause you matter, and you deserved better than them,â that beautiful man remarked simply. That day, Peter found out heroes were real, and they were named Trojan Man.
Peterâs thoughts jerked back to the present at the sound of an inhuman howl. Turning back to his screen, he witnessed that last backhanded blow by Pledge #1 to Trojan Manâs balls, Peter sobbed out an involuntary âNO!â Tears began rolling down his face at seeing his savior howl in anguish. And there was nothing he could do to help his hero. Or was there? Peter turned back to his computer, and started coding with grim purpose. Somehow, he was going to save Trojan ManâŠ
âTime for Pledge #2, viewers! Will he succeed where #1 failed in breaking our poor widdle Trojan Man?!â Cackled Ramsey, dancing around a dangling and suffering Trojan Man. Secretly, he didnât want any of the five (well, four- one mysteriously walked out) pledges to win. Each got 15 minutes to break the hero, and he wanted at least an hour of televised torment of the speedo hero.
Hanging by his wrists and ankles, covered in sweat and bruises, Rob was fighting to catch his breath, after that parting ballshot by Pledge #1. He barely registered when Pledge #2- a pale wiry guy, in a similar black mask and thong, strode up to take his shot at destroying Trojan Man, forcing him to reveal his own identity on cam and break his spirit. Brock was his real name, and he remembered with disgust several times Trojan Man had cockblocked him, kept him from satisfying himself on defenseless classmates. Now was his time for glory, his chance for revenge. And he knew how to spend his 15 minutes of fame.
âYou⊠wonât⊠winâŠâ gasped Rob, trying to fight through the pain affecting every muscle group, but especially the ache between his legs. Brock just sneered- âYou know all those times you gave me blue balls, Trojan Man? Time for some of your own.â Rob barely had time to blurt out ânoâ before Brock, lightning quick, punched Rob right in his speedo bulge. âAAAAAAAAUGGHHH!â Rob shrieked, fresh pain blooming from his balls, followed swiftly by a wave of horrendous nausea that made Rob dryheave. Given how tight the ropes were binding his wrists and ankles, Rob couldnât even double up to ease the agony radiating up from his balls into his abs; all he could do was groan helplessly, totally winded after that second nutshot, and wait for the next inevitable blow.
Brock waited, and gloried in his opening salvo. With one blow, he had already accomplished more than that dumbass Aaron, Pledge #1. A scion of an elite New England family, he had spent years in prep schools perfecting the art of balltorture on hapless nerds and lacrosse rivals alike; Trojan Man would be his piece de resistance- and his entry into the hallowed brotherhood of SAE. He knew, from delicious experience, that to really break a manâs balls, you had to allow enough time between shots for the pain to start subsiding⊠then rack them again into agony. It wasnât only pain that would break Trojan Man, it was fear and despair.
Partly to taunt Pledge #1, Brock taunted Trojan Man- âHow was that, hero? Better or worse than the last punk?â Aaron glowered, while Rob weakly gasped âFuck you-AAAAAUGGHHHâ Brock suddenly grabbed our heroâs bulge, crushing his speedo-covered balls with his right hand, while using his left to yank Robâs head up by his mask, scream at him right to his face⊠âWHATS WORSE, TROJAN MAN?!â âTHIS IS WORSE! THIS IS WORSE! OH FUCCCKKKKKâ Rob yelled, as Brock crushed and kneaded his balls. Oh fuck, he wanted to stay strong and resist, but this was the worst pain he had ever felt. As the SAE brothers hooted and hollered around him, as Trojan Manâs enemies jerked off to their nemesis getting balltortured, as Trojan Manâs supporters sobbed in despair, Trojan Man himself started shrieking as Brock went to town on his nuts. Yanking, twisting, crushing, pulling- with each move, Brock pulled a different pitch of scream from our helpless hero. AAAUGH!! UUUUGGH!! UNNNNNGH! EEAAAAAGH!! HNNNGH!! Trojan Man was now shrieking high-pitched like a girl as Brock demolished his manhood. And only 5 minutes of 15 had elapsed.
Brock suddenly let go, stepping back to admire his handiwork- Trojan Man, redfaced from screaming, flushed and sweating, thrashing and spasming helplessly in bondage. âBeg me to stop, hero. Beg in front of your fans.â Ramsey and the other SAE bros, all the viewers online, waited with bated breath- surely Trojan Man had to break now, even heroes had limits. âAAAAUGH!!! Fuck you! Fuck you! Mmmmmmphâ Rob screamed, trying to use rage to mask how terrified and helpless he actually felt. Brock could see right through our hero though, and simply shrugged and circled behind Trojan Man, then punted him in the balls from behind. âOOHHHH GODDD!!â Trojan Man bellowed, head snapping up and back arching from the new angle of torture. Again, he tried to flex his body forward instinctively, but all this accomplished was further straining his tortured muscles. âAAAAUGHH!â Brock punted his balls again, then again⊠always waiting to give just enough time for the screams to start dying down, but not enough for Trojan Man to actually catch his breath. âBeg me to stop, Trojan Man,â Brock sneered after each kick, âBeg like a little bitch.â Rob was screaming himself hoarse, so loudly viewers had to turn down the gain on their speakers. And the message boards- scrubbed of all pro-hero messages- lit up faster and faster, both with anti-Trojan Man taunts, as well as all sorts of horrific sadistic suggestions.
But Brock paid them no mind, he was a master of pain and was in his element. âBeg me to stop, beg me to stop,â he chanted, circling Trojan Man, while slapping, punching, and kicking the heroâs speedo balls from every angle, never letting him accustom to the pain, targeting every part of the masked do-gooderâs package. He knew, sooner or later, the hero would start breaking mentally, and a simple command- especially one that spoke to the victimâs core desire, an end to the pain- would be his ticket to total domination. Soon enough, Rob couldnât take anymore- it was just too much pain, just never ending. He couldnât go on, he couldnât go on. âOh God please stop!â He was breaking. âPlease stop, please stop! AAAUNNNNGH!â âBEG LOUDER!â Brock gloated gleefully- but if anything, the ball-attacks just landed harder. âOH GOD STOP! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!â Rob shrieked, unable to keep up a facade of defiance any longer. His balls were swelling up to oranges, every ballshot had him seeing stars. But he couldnât even black out from the pain, Brock was just too good at titrating the torture. âOh god just make the pain stop!â Trojan Man shouted.
One of the SAE brothers suddenly moaned as he came; several other assaulters watching at home jizzed at that moment too, as they finally heard Trojan Man break and start begging. The other SAE brothers hooted and hollered even louder, drinking (and yes, jerking off), seeing their biggest obstacle to sexual dominance on campus being laid low. And with 5 minutes still left in Pledge #2âs time, it looked like Trojan Man was on his way to surrendering, willfully giving up his mask and identity to make this balltorture stop. âMAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP PLEASE OH GOD!â Trojan Man shrieked in desperation, thrashing hopelessly against the ropes.
Brock then moved in for the kill- slipping his right hand down the back of Trojan Manâs skimpy speedo, he groped down between the buttcheeks and the taint, then grabbed our heroâs swollen balls and cocktip and yanked backwards.âAAAAAAUGGHHâ Rob screamed anew, as his manhood was now directly assaulted. âSTOOOOOPPPPPâ But Brock didnât⊠instead, he began clawing Robâs cocktip inside his speedo, eliciting fresh hideous shrieks from our hero. âPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OH GODâ Trojan Man yelled. âIâm not convinced,â mocked Brock, taking his left hand and reaching around the heroâs heaving torso, then finding the hunkâs left nipple and twisting HARD. âAAAAAAAAAAAHâ Rob screamed in shock and pain- his nipples were super-sensitive, if his girlfriend even just licked them he would crumble. The tit-twisting was overkill. âOH GOD PLEASE STOP I CANT TAKE IT!â Rob yelled desperately.
âWho are you?â Brock demanded. âIf you want THIS to stopâ- Brock twisted the nipple again while yanking simultaneously on Trojan Manâs balls, drawing a fresh high-pitched scream from our hero- âTell us your name!â Brock could taste victory, with one minute left on the clock. He knew his balltorture had broken Trojan Man, and all he needed was for the hero bitch to realize it himself and give up. Rob knew it too⊠he never thought his years of playing hero would end like this- with this balls destroyed live on cam in front of all campus, with abuse flowing in from social media, with his worst enemies ganged up and glorying in his destruction. All he could think of now, was just making the pain stop. âIâm⊠IâmâŠ.â he gasped deliriously, mind fogged with agony, trying to catch his breath enough to finally give in⊠everyone leaned in, ready for Trojan Man to finally break, waiting in either rapture or horror.
Then a single line, all caps, scrolled across the comment screens for all to read, including Trojan Man- âdont give up trojan man we believe in you.â It lasted for several seconds, before the incelsâ AI belatedly managed to erase it. But it was enough to strike dismay into Ramsey and the SAE bros, and fill the pro-hero watchers with sudden, unseen for hope. Somebody had managed to break through the firewall! Most importantly, Trojan Man, on the brink of defeat, saw this single note of encouragement that pulled him back from oblivion. âWhatâs your name!â Brock screamed, as the seconds ticked down on his 15 minutes.
âIâm⊠Iâm⊠TROJAN MAN!â The clock buzzed zero, Pledge #2 had run out of time.
Oh crap, still two pledges to go! Can Trojan Man make it?!
See how Trojan Man got here: Part 1Â Part 2Â Part 3
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