Trucker Nuts

Charn stared at the fat horse dick hanging through the hole in the wall. It throbbed, demandingly, the flare beginning to soften at the lack of stimulation.

"Are you gonna get me off or not, kitty? I'm done with edging. I really want to cum," the voice on the other side of the wall said. There was an irritable tone, and a kind of neediness, that made the feline smirk. 

"Of course I am. I promised to get your rocks off, didn't I?" Charn responded, as he lathered up his hands with warm, slick lube. He grasped the horse's cock, lifting it up as he stood, and pushed it against the bathroom stall divider. The equine grunted, but that cock hardened up again. It was a nice, long, thick horse cock, a pleasant gray color with a dark purple tint, the medial ring a nice chewy thick rim around the middle. Fully extended, it was nearly two feet long, and the flare was about as wide around as a cereal bowl. Charn gripped it by the root and lifted, squeezing and milking upwards in a low, slow press that made the glans flare out as blood was forced up into it. He carefully avoided the flare, as he gripped the root and repeated the process.

"Suck my fucking cock, kitty, I don't have time for this handjob nonsense. I need to get IN something."

"Don't worry, I'll gulp down every last ounce, I promise," Charn said, as he stared at the horse's heavy eggs. The equine had been careful to keep them on THAT side of the gloryhole, but with this set up, the horse was distracted enough, horny enough, not to notice as they flopped through the hole cut in the bathroom wall. They were every bit as sturdy and heavy as the tiger had imagined they would be. He grinned, and leaned down, latching teeth into the bulbous cap of the equine's shaft. The horse whinnied, but Charn didn't care - the teeth kept him from pulling back, and that let Charn free up one of his hands.

He reached down, a single finger curling under that fat scrotum. A claw extending out the other side, glinting sharp and scythelike as it emerged, the inner edge resting against the horse's nut-sack. He didn't need to pull or anything, the claw was sharp enough, the testicles heavy enough, that they pulled the scrotum taut against the edge of his claw.

Charn lapped, licking and gnawing, savoring the taste of horse flesh in his mouth, against his tongue, as he casually stripped the horse's balls off with a claw. Lapping, licking, as the horse pounded and slammed his hips, body trying to process pain and pleasure at the same time. He reached down with his other hand, snagging the big, heavy sack as it dropped free from the hole, just as he felt a hot spurt of horse cum rocket into the back of his muzzle. That first spray was enough to fill his throat directly, injecting a massive wad of horse cream down his gullet. Charn pulled away, stepping to the side as the horse's cock festooned the toilet with the last of his stallion seed. He watched as the stallion spurted, moaning and sighing in relief, then shrugged and reached for the root, claws of his hand extending fully. 

A minute or so later, the bathroom was quiet; the stallion was unconscious, his pants open and revealing his lack of genitalia, and a tiger's tail was slipping through the bathroom door. The feline wielded a horse's gray skinned pouch in one hand, the two apples inside sagging loose and still at the bottom of the stretched skin. In the other, a still erect cock, the root twisted and torn free. A shirt white wolf who was getting coffee stared as Charn walked by, yelping as he poured coffee over his hand. Charn smirked at him, and walked up to the counter. The attendant was ringing people up, and lifted a finger to signal he'd be there shortly. Charn nodded to him, then discretely reached around and slung the massive horse cock up onto the rolling bars of the hot dog cooker. The cheesy big bites and taquitos scattered as the massive horse schlong filled the grill almost entirely. He continued out the door giving the attendant a wink and a nod. The kobold blinked in confusion, but gave the tiger a thumb's up.

Charn turned on his car, and lifted up the stolen horse goods. He had a couple minutes before the equine would lift up out of his post-emasculatory stupor, and he wanted to enjoy these. The feline hadn't eaten all day, and he was starving. He held the pouch up in the air, enjoying the way the late afternoon sunshine speckled against the heavy pouch, the way the little hairs caught the light and gave the pouch an ephemeral glow. It gave the stolen meat an otherworldly feel; this was manna, not meat. Golden nectar from the predator's gods, sent to him to enjoy. There was nothing that could interrupt this now. He opened his mouth and lifted the bag up over his fangs, ready to drop it in. He closed his eyes, and-

BRARP! 

Charn paused. Hmm. He did not like being interrupted when he was about to enjoy a meal. He should just eat what he has, but... that brawwp was the notification from ButchR. Not just any notification. Someone just sent him a dick pic. And considering his (current) screen name is "Nut Gulper", that probably meant it was a picture of a nut-sack.

Charn was never good with impulse control. He should just eat this fat nut-sack. Check it later. Savor it and enjoy it.

But what if THAT sack was... BETTER?

Sighing, Charn tossed the horse nuts onto the dashboard, where they wedged up against the windshield. He pulled out his phone and unlocked the screen. Yup, two pictures. He opened up the app, and opened them. Both from the same dude. The first one was a picture of a ram's face. Big shiny horns, big shock of fluffy brown hair, a kind of goofy grin. Great! A ram. Rams are in rut right now. Rams were hard to come across. Charn had already... found most of them.

Charn scrolled to the next picture, and smiled widely. Oh yeah, that was a jackpot. It was a selfie, taken from the chest area, pointed down. A big old fashioned truck steering wheel, with a massive set of ram nuts propped up over the rim of it. They were fat, pudgy looking things. You can tell when a guy pumps; saline fills out the sack, not the nuts, and gives it a kind of bloated, water balloon feel to it. This guy's sack just looked tight, like it wasn't used to having two oblong grapefruits jammed inside of it. The fat nuts just looked uncomfortably tight in the thin-skinned pouch. The top of the picture showed the highway, and an exit sign for the area he was in now.

"Goin' my way, handsome?" A message popped up underneath.

"I can be!" Charn said. Send.

The response was ALMOST immediate, which means that this was a saved message, something the account sent frequently.

"Think you can handle both of these? They're fully loaded... rut's hitting me hard this year. I'm passing by your way. Send me your location and I'll pick you up."

Charn grinned. A trucker. "Pull into the RIDDLEs gas station, and I'll help you with your rut." He sent his location. A trucker? A Trucker in rut? Wow. Weeks on the road with very few options to get off. Charn grinned. Then pulled out of his parking spot. HE didn't want to leave his car here, not with a stallion about to wake up next door. He pulled into the back of the RIDDLE's, in an area that didn't have a security camera pointing at him, and turned off his car. 

Damn, he was gonna get ram nuts today! He grinned to himself, celebrating the serendipity. Why, if he hadn't responded immediately, the ram may have just kept going, depriving Charn of the chance for a big fat meal. And he wouldn't have even checked his messages if he had... oh, right! Horse balls!

Charn grabbed the fat gray sack from his windshield and tugged out one of the still warm eggs. The cords twitched as he pinched and lifted it up from the sack, dropping the avocado-sized testicle into his mouth. He bit down, relishing the way it resisted, the flesh pulping in a spray of salted juices across his tongue as his teeth tore into the flesh. The half a pound or so of meat was tasty, sure, but Charn was already thinking about ram. He licked his lips, staring into the middle distance and zoning out for a bit. The other nut pressed against his lips, he thought about what he was about to do to that poor dumb horny ram. 

The knock on his window surprised the poor tiger. He slapped his mouth with his hand, sheathing the other egg inside, and turned to look at... ram crotch. The dude was here, and he was leaning against Charn's car, his hip and the side of his bulge pressed up against the glass.

Charn rolled down the window, Trying to discreetly chew the wad of horseflesh in his mouth, as the bulk of the ram's groin flopped over his window sill.

"Sup, kitty. Was hoping you might be able to help me out here."

Charn made an executive decision, swallowing the plump horse ball down his throat to settle in the mush that was its twin brother, in his stomach. He was too excited and fixated to be able to enjoy eating it right now anyways.

"Yeah?" Charn said, and he gripped that fat bulge in one hand. It was warm - baking in the sun of the truck cab for hours, no doubt - and he squeezed against the ram's balls, pleased with the bulky weight of them. They were so tight together that it felt like one solid egg, that he kneaded between his fingers, and....

Wait. That was just one nut.

"Jesus, dude," Charn breathed, and the ram laughed.

"Yeah, that's what they all say." The ram looked down, watching as Charn unzipped the baggy green camo pants. He was not wearing underwear, of course, and the sun-baked mass of soft white heat flopped out through the teeth of the zipper, hanging down over the edge of the window, right next to the tiger's lips. "So, you think you can help me with all this?"

Charn slid his hands up to wrap around the neck of that scrotum, gently folding fingers around together before pulling down, stretching the fat pouch down, the orbs pushing firmly into the tiger's fingers. The ram's hands gripped the window, and Charn knew he wanted to grab at the tiger's hands, to protect himself, and that made Charn grin even wider.

"Oh, I think you know I can. I'm a predator, so you know I'm real good at handling meat like this, REAL nice." Charn said. He stroked his thumbs along the meat in question, as he leaned in and gave a lipping smooch around the tip of the ram's dick. It was salty; a rime lingering around that tip, sharp with the flavor of sour coffee and Slim Jims. Charn wasn't a gourmand, though. He wasn't here for the flavor profile. He slurped on it, wetly, tongue lapping inside the loose skin that clung to the ram's cockhead. Two metal balls jutted out above and below the cockslit, and as the tiger bit down behind them, the ram's cock surged, thickening and puffing out into his maw. Good. He playfully flexes his jaws and chewed along the ram's dick, the beads clacking against his teeth as he worked that length of fattening ram meat down the inside of his cheek.

"Okay, big guy, easy there, lemme at least get in the fuckin' car first," The ram chuckled. He went to tug back, to draw his fat nuts back over the edge of the window, but Charn gripped around the neck of his scrote and pulled it back down, tugging his hips playfully forward. 

"No," Charn said, the sides of his fangs rubbing against the rubbery dick that was bulging out his cheek. "I'm gonna suck you off here. Blow n Go. You cum, and we both go."

"People are around, dude, this is a parking lot." The ram said, his voice tense, anxious. His dick throbbed harder in the tiger's maw, though, and Charn rolled it from one cheek pouch across his tongue, lapping lazily and then tucking it into the other side. "I don't wanna get caught."

"Then don't. Look at your phone. Pretend you're in a phone conversation. Play a game." Charn said. He twisted his handful of nuts around, feeling the testicles shift as they were forced one over the other, the bulky eggs knotting together. The ram above him oofed and reached down, and the tiger grabbed the ram's paw, pressing a claw into the meat of his palm and pushing it back outside of the car. "And no interrupting. I'm gonna extract every last gram of sperm from these bad balls. I Can tell when a ram is in rut. Fuck off and let me take care of you."

The ram stammered something, but that dick was ROCK hard. Charn pulled half off, so that the broad cap rested just against the warm, barbed bed of his tongue. He peeled the foreskin back, and languidly scraped the edge of his tongue along the underside of the ram's cock head, scouring the tender, moist flesh.

A heaving sigh from above, a bump as a knee kicked against his door, but he could hear the bleeps and bloops of messages being sent and delivered. Charn brought both hands to those fat nuts, crushing them playfully against each other between his palms. He squeezed them, holding them like a hamburger, and pulled off of the ram's dick. It slapped up against the roof of the car, a thick solid plug oozing a constant thick frosting of pent up ram cream. Charn lapped at it, before moving down to his handful.

"You're being rough... I love it," the ram strained out from above. "Can I.. take a pic?"

"Nah, that's suspicious," Charn said, as he layered soft kisses against the hoofer's bulging nuts. "I can take some and send em to you later. For now just sit back and enjoy. Better hope your nuts can handle a hungry tiger."

"Fuck, yeah, wreck my nuts dude," The ram said. Charn grinned, letting go with one hand and grabbing his phone. He set up the video, pressing the button to record and then positioned it on the steering wheel. It had a great view of the window, showing off the ram's ass cheeks, the bottom of his t-shirt, and inside the car, the veined erection and heavy balls. Charn lapped up the drooling frosting again, and then lapped his way downwards. The twisted balls were throbbing in his grip as he retook them, the ram's nuts choking themselves off in a way that made his belly ache. Perhaps the ram enjoyed that ache, or perhaps he was blue balling so bad he couldn't tell the difference. Charn didn't care. 

He gripped the balls, crushing each nut between the fingers of his hands, and then pulled them apart. His biceps flexed as he pulled the ovoids away from each other, the scrotum stretched tautly between them.

"Fuuuuck!" the ram bleated, and the clatter of something being dropped up on the roof of the car before being picked back up. Charn grinned, gnawing on the underside of the ram's painfully taut scrotum. Teeth raked along that tense flesh, then pushed in, from above and below. The scrotum only needed the barest scrape, the slightest of nicks, before the tiger's hands began to pull further apart. The scrotum splitting, tearing up the middle along the front and back with a soft leathery sound. A spritz of blood spackled against the tiger's face, as he 'peeled' the ram's heavy fruit, the squeezing and tugging immediately turning to more gentle kneading and massaging.

"Wha- what the fu-" The ram bleated, and Charn swallowed up over that heavy cock, slurping it clean and clear of all that pesky, musky leaking ram cream. He savored it, swirling it between cheeks and lips and tongue before pulling off with a wet plop.

"You liked that, huh? Special trick... used to help extreme cases of blue balls and rut." Charn said, as he nuzzled into the open scrotum, his tongue licking slowly and smoothly up over the gleaming glossy flesh of the ram's left testicle.

"It felt like... heh... I thought you ripped something open." The ram said, relaxing again as he felt the gentle, tender caressing. "Sorry, prey instincts, I get spooked."

"It's fine, this is pretty intense, it's normal to get overwhelmed. You doing okay? You wanna pull out and go back to your truck?" Charn said, as he lazily unwrapped the left testicle, pulling it out from its wrapping. It dangled, looking too large and heavy to have been in the poor, overstuffed scrotum. It was as if being pulled out allowed it to finally breathe; to expand to the size it wanted to be instead of being forced to fit inside the limited confines of the ram's scrotum. It was beautiful, and Charn's teeth glistened as he licked over them. 

"Uh, no.. I'm good, I promise!" The ram said. Charn lapped slowly and delicately up over the underside of it, tasting the naked raw masculinity. "I like it rough, that was just... new. I liked it though. Whatever you're doing is great. I might cum, if you keep.."

"But I'm not even playing with your cock anymore," Charn teased. "Do you think you can cum just from having your big meaty balls played with?"

There was a long pause, the ram's erection dripping its thick, creamy precum down along the shaft. Then, quietly, "Y-yeah... I think I could.... do you think...?"

"Yeah, say no more fam." Charn said. "Just make sure you got something to hold on to, this is gonna be intense."

Charn swallowed the ram's nut. Well, not immediately; he had to be careful about it. The fleshy egg had to be carefully slotted in between sharp fangs. Charn made sure the camera could pick up every second of it, so that the ram could review just how easily the tiger had tricked him into letting the predator eat his balls later. The ovoid meat forced Charn to stretch his jaws wide, his tongue slipping out as far as possible to act as a warm, soft bed for it to lay on. The ram could be heard, bleating and grunting at the sensations, as his left ball was swaddled between feline lips and jaws, sheathed and docked into the tiger's maw. Teeth finally relaxed, tiger straightening his neck, the car shuffling as he knelt to get better into position. A thick cabling of cords tethered from a twisted 'kink' at the ram's groin to the tiger's pursed lips, as his throat bobbed.

"Oh... good lord, what IS that, what are you DOING... please tell me you're filming this?!" The ram gasped, as a bulge distended the tiger's throat. Swelling out, the familiar size and shape of the ram's testicle, sliding down along the tiger's throat, as the loose arc of cabling drew taut between the two male's bodies.  "It feels like... a massage... all over, squeezing and kneading. Fuck, that's fantastic, can you do it to both of them?!"

Charn could. And with the ram's urgent pleadings, he did so. The second one was gently handled,  unsheathed from that useless torn scrotum and lifted to the air. Sunlight dappled along it through the windshield, as that beefy ram nugg was shown the world for a moment, before descending into the slick heat of the tiger's gullet. 

There was a moment, as that second nut slid down into the tiger's throat, a second bulge sliding to rest atop the first, that Charn gagged. He looked surprised, eyes widening before shoulders lurched upwards, and his jaws widened as his body attempted to dislodge the obstruction in his throat. The big bulges in his throat were clamped down on, and pushed upwards, heaved away from the tiger's gullet. The bottom one rammed into the next one, and the tiger stuffed the fingers of his left hand up into his maw, forming a fist. The bulges could be seen, throat rhythmically clenching down around them, crushing them against each other, crushing them against the tiger's fist.

"Huh...ho..holy..." the ram muttered, and that shaft began to bubble out a constant flow of cream. The ram was about to cum;, his body tugging as well. One of the bulges slid out of Charn's throat, the tiger grasping the windowsill as the smooth, polished flesh disgorged up into the feline's maw. A hint of pink and gray was seen on the camera, as Charn pulled his hand free - and bit down. 

Fangs sliced into thick cords, just below where the taut ligaments were knotted, and the tiger pulled free succinctly. The knotted tubules slapped down, leaking a small amount of thick white paste against the car window, as the ram GRUNTED up above. 

The poor trucker had nothing to say; brain no doubt scrambled as he tried to process the conflicting juxtaposition of orgasm and castration together. The tiger's teeth were sharp and clean, smoothly clipping through flesh with no resistance. Charn gulped, and the lower nut, with nothing holding it back, sank down, as the ram's cock surged just above the predator's muzzle. It disappeared out of view, as Charn gripped that fat dick, angling it down. He pushed up, the bout of gagging over, and speared the ram's shaft against his own testicle. Charn may have hoped to have the ram penetrate into his own nut - it was certainly big enough for the ram to spear into, but the straining shaft slid down, sandwiching between the testicle and the tiger's throat.

"Unngh... ugh... UGH..." the ram said, his shaft throbbing, and Charn slurped, licked, grinding the nut down against the dick that gasped and throbbed but failed to spit out anything; pulling water from a dry well.There was some prostatic fluid, sure, but all of the ram's fat, potent, ripened swimmers? Those had already been excised, were still trapped in those big heavy eggs. With the second nut well and truly glazed with the ram's orgiastic fluids, Charn pulled back, letting that already limpening cock flop out of his mouth and slap against the car window. 

'Goddamned, you did it, didn't you?" The ram said from above, voice slurred with post rut intoxication. "Shit, the ache is fucking GONE. I can't even FEEL my nuts. This is awesome. What's your name, dude? I'm Kolby. You always around here? Maybe we can-"

Charn smiled, as he pressed the button at the side of his door, the car window sliding up. The edge of it pressed up against the root of the ram's cock, flopping it upwards. shearing up towards the windowsill.

"Uh? Hey, wait, haha," The ram said, stumbling back and pulling his dick out of the window, JUST as the edge would have pinched off the broad, softening cap. 

Charn turned the key, the engine rumbling to life. The ram had taken a few steps back, pants still open, limp dick hanging over an emptiness that had not ever been there before. He looked confused, satisfied and spent, even lifting a hand to wave to the tiger. He mouthed the words, 'You leaving?' and Charn just gave him a thumbs up. He couldn't say anything, not with that big nut still filling the inside of his mouth. 

Charn pulled out of the parking lot. There was a police cruiser pulling into the gas station across the street, and Charn didn't want to be around when the ram finally zipped up and realized what he was missing. He grabbed his phone from the steering wheel as he pulled onto the highway, licking and lapping at that juicy egg that still filled his mouth.

DAMN he loved rams. 

He nibbled, squeezed the salty orb, the rubbery fleshiness sliding back and forth, leaving a salty, vaguely bitter flavor along his tongue. He teased with the cord, enjoying the subtle nuanced flavors of Kolby's beefsteak. Such a fine, tasty piece of flesh. The ram had been very generous, to cultivate that fulsome piece of meat for decades, keeping it plump and healthy and alive so that, one day, when he met Charn, he could give him such a delicious meal.

Charn swallowed, and the ram's nut sank down his throat, joining the other in his belly. He could tell that the horse's nuts, even in just this short period of time, had already broken down and digested. Charn's belly was merciless; years of consuming whole, raw testicles had left it specially trained to crush, pulp, and disintegrate even the toughest nuts. These would be no different. Kolby's big nuts, filled to the brim with seed he had never been able to spurt, were just calories and protein for the tiger, now.

He heard another bleep coming from his phone. Checking it, he saw it was a new message. A picture. He grinned, and opened it. Despite his stomach being stretched around the bulk of those two fat ram eggs? Charn was famished.