Sunday, January 25, 2015

Who is Danny? (updated)

Original date: 01/21/2015

Our quest to collect pictures for the regular characters on this blog is going great so far: Here are ZachDavidLoganBenthe twinsChadKevLeoCal and Simon...

Now it's time to take a closer look at Danny. Danny is 21 years old and has reddish-blond hair. Even though he is struck with a cruel, mean younger brother he is a funny and fun-loving guy who's always up for anything... (If you want to revisit Danny's adventures you find all the stories labelled "Danny" here.)

Now, what do you think he looks like? Feel free to post links to celebrities or porn stars or whatever you like in the comments section. Headshots or nude pictures or fully clothed ones - everything is welcome. Alternatively you can send me pictures or drawings or whatever you like via e-mail ( - if you provide me with the source I'll post them here on the blog.

Update 01/25/2015:

An anonymous reader's suggestion:

Tripp Tucker (Dirty Boy Video)
Tripp Tucker again
Another reader sent in these pictures per email:

What do you think?

Friday, January 23, 2015

From stud to dud: KA-BOOM!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And maybe a little more brutality than usual.

Rocco heard a noise. It started as a low grunt or a growl, but within seconds it turned into loud yelling and screaming.

The big, muscular 31 year old man scratched his hairy chest and sighed. He groaned and slowly got up. Like usual he was working naked in his garage. He didn’t like the constraints of clothing when he was working.

His long, limp, floppy dick was wrapped in bandages, and his big, low-hanging balls were swollen and bruised. Rocco chuckled, remembering how funny his huge, fat balls had looked being compressed in the vise. Funny.

Rocco was proud of his balls. They were big and meaty and strong. Nothing in the world could destroy them. Well. The vise had probably been close.

Rocco chuckled again. Funny.

Unfortunately, something had happened to his dick, too. Before the incident, it had been hard all the time. All the time. Now it was limp and flabby and wrapped in bandages.

Rocco was so damn horny. He couldn’t wait for the bandages to come off at the party tonight. Finally. He was so looking forward to jerking off again. He grinned. Oh yeah, he was going to blow a big, fat load right after the party!

The yelling and screaming grew louder and louder.

Oh, right, he wanted to have a look what was going on.

He stepped outside and saw his Rottweiler chomping away at a man’s crotch. Again.

Rocco sighed. “Captain Crunch!” he yelled, making his way over to the man. When he got closer, he recognized his friend Chad. He chuckled. This wasn’t the first time that Captain Crunch sunk his teeth into Chad’s manhood. Apparently, Chad’s testicles made for tasty dog food.

He grabbed Captain Crunch by the collar and pulled him off.

Chad curled up in a ball, groaning and moaning.

“Hey”, Rocco grinned, towering over him, his limp, bandaged dick swinging from side to side. “How are you doing?”

Chad let out an agonized grunt. “Fine, thanks”, he whispered.

“You wanna come to my unwrapping party?” Rocco smiled.

Chad looked up at him, his face contorted in pain.


A couple of hours later, Rocco’s unwrapping party was about to start.

Chad was sitting on the couch, an ice-pack on his crotch.

Captain Crunch was watching him from his blanket in the corner, making Chad shift uncomfortably.

Rocco was standing in the middle of the room, bare naked, a look of childish glee and eager anticipation on his face. He couldn’t wait to finally unwrap his dick. Finally. Finally!

His friend Shawn, the tattoo artist, was standing next to him, wearing a dirty white tank top and a pair of way too tight jeans that accentuated the two big, round orbs that were his nuts. He had already finished a six pack of beer, and he looked more than a little drunk. He looked almost as excited as Rocco. He ran his hand through his short red hair and winked at Rocco.

Between Rocco and Shawn was the Wheel of Fortune, a simple construction with random numbers between 1 and 100 in black and red.

“Bucky!” Shawn yelled. “Come on, let’s start!”

Bucky toddled out of the kitchen, a lit joint hanging from his mouth, a big grin on his handsome face. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of baggy grey long johns. He looked like he hadn’t shaven in a week or two, and his brown hair was ruffled and stood on ends. He reached inside his underwear and scratched his pubes. “I’m here”, he said with a sleepy grin.

“Okay, let’s get this party started!” Shawn shouted.

Rocco and Bucky cheered and clapped their hands.

“Today we’re gonna celebrate the unwrapping of Rocco’s monster cock”, Shawn grinned, “and---“

He was interrupted by jubilant cheers and applause from Rocco.

“You can’t wait, huh?” Shawn chuckled.

Rocco grimaced and tugged at his bandaged dick. “Fucking right.”

Bucky and Shawn chuckled.

“Alright, before the big moment”, Shawn grinned, “we’re gonna play a little game.”

“Whooo! Wheel of Furtune!” Rocco cheered.

Shawn chuckled. “Yeah, that’s right. We’re going to raise money for your stripper fund.” He pointed to Bucky who waved at him with a handful of 100-dollar bills.

Rocco face lit up. “Awesome!”

“You’ll get up to a thousand bucks”, Shawn explained, making Rocco’s face break into a happy smile, “if you can master the challenge that is…”

Bucky slapped his hands on the armrest of the couch in a makeshift drum roll.

“The Wheel of Nutkicks”, Shawn shouted.

Rocco burst out laughing. “The Wheel of Nutkicks? Oh man, you guys are crazy…”

Shawn and Bucky joined in Rocco’s laughter.

Chad stared at them. “Hey, guys, wait a minute. Are you shitting me? How the fuck is Rocco gonna enjoy the strippers if you turn those big fucking balls of his into nut butter?"

Rocco looked at Chad, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then he turned to Shawn. “He’s right!” he said with a look of utter indignation on his face. “How the fuck am I gonna enjoy the strippers if you turn those big fucking balls of mine into nut butter?” He put his hands on his hips and looked at Shawn expectantly.

“Dickhead”, Shawn glared at Chad before turning to Rocco. “You really think a couple of kicks will hurt your big, tough nuts? I mean, think about it: We kicked them before, and they were effectively fried by the shock collar yesterday – and they are still here, big and beautiful as ever. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Rocco thought for a moment. Then he turned to Chad. “He’s right!” he said with a look of utter pride on his face. “Think about it: They kicked them before, and they were effectively fried by the shock collar yesterday – and they are still here, big and beautiful as ever. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Chad rolled his eyes. “Well, you could lose them for good!”

Shawn glared at him again.

Rocco was silent for a moment before turning to Shawn. “He’s right!” he said with an angry frown. “I could lose them for good!”

Shawn ground his teeth. “But you’re not gonna”, he said as calmly as possible. “You got balls of steel! They’re indestructible! Not even the vise could harm them.”

Rocco thought about that. He turned to Chad. “He’s right!” he said with a triumphant grin. “I got balls of steel! They’re indestructible! Not even---“

“Goddamn”, Chad interrupted him, leaning back on the couch. “Do what you gotta do…”

Shawn looked at Chad with a wry smile. “Thanks, dickhead.”

Chad crossed his arms, grimacing when the icepack on his crotch moved.

Shawn turned to Rocco. “So – you ready? Those nuts are gonna earn you a thousand bucks!”

Rocco leisurely fondled his balls and grinned. “These nuts are gonna earn me a thousand bucks”, he chuckled. “Awesome…”

Shawn and Bucky grinned.

Chad rolled his eyes.

“In round one”, Shawn continued, “you spin the wheel and it determines the number of kicks. If you manage to take them you’ll get one hundred dollars for your stripper fund. If you think you can’t take it and give up I get to choose a party favor for round two.” He grabbed a brown paper bag from the couch and held it up. “It’s from the party store.”

Rocco chuckled. “A party favor, huh? What is it?”

Shawn grinned. “You’ll see in round two…”

Rocco laughed. “Okay.”

“You ready for the Wheel of Nutkicks?” Shawn asked with a huge grin.

“Yeah”, Rocco said.

“I can’t hear you!” Shawn shouted.

“Yeah!” Rocco yelled.



“Still can’t hear you!”

“Fuck yeah! Kick my fucking nuts!” Rocco roared.

“That’s my man”, Shawn grinned and patted Rocco’s muscular shoulders. “Alright, let’s go. Spin the wheel, big guy!”

Rocco gave the wheel a forceful spin and it went for almost a full minute until it settled on a 5.

“Okay, you think you can take five kicks and stay standing to get your first hundred bucks – or do you give up and let me pick a party favor?” Shawn grinned. “What’s it gonna be, big guy?”

Rocco spread his legs and grinned. He grabbed his bandaged dick and lifted it up and out of the way, giving Shawn unobstructed access to the massive pair of meaty balls that dangled low between his thighs.

“Alright”, Shawn grinned. He glanced at his dirty, heavy black leather boots and chuckled before bringing his foot up between Rocco’s legs and crunching his nuts hard.

Rocco grimaced and let out a low grunt. “That was number one”, he said with a cocky grin, trying to hide the pain in his balls.

Shawn chuckled and kicked his buddy’s nuts as hard as he could, ramming the two huge orbs into Rocco’s body.

“Number two”, Rocco grunted.

He managed to take the kicks without doubling over.

Shawn brought his leg back and powered it into Rocco’s crotch, smashing Rocco’s hefty balls with a dull thud.

“Three”, Rocco groaned.

Shawn and Bucky chuckled.

“Come on, go again, I can take it!” Rocco grinned and spread his legs wide, letting his balls dangle vulnerably between his thighs.

Shawn’s boot met Rocco’s nuts again, crunching them hard and knocking the wind out of his lungs. For the first time, Rocco’s face contorted in pain.

“Number four”, Rocco said hoarsely. He looked at his friends and grinned, “What are you waiting for? Where’s---“

He was interrupted by a hard, powerful kick that flattened his fat nuggets like pancakes.

“Number five”, Rocco whispered in a toneless voice.

“You made it!” Bucky cheered.

Shawn laughed. “Now, that’s a hundred bucks for the stripper fund!”

Bucky put a 100-dollar-bill into a big glass bowl on the ground that had a sign “Rocco’s stripper fund” on it.

“Awesome”, Rocco grimaced, massaging his balls.

“Come on, spin it again!” Shawn pointed at the wheel.

Rocco grinned weakly and spun the wheel.

It landed on a 3.

Rocco laughed, rubbing his hands. “Three kicks. That’s easy. Come on, let’s go.”

Shawn looked less than happy.

Rocco spread his legs and grinned. “Come on! Number one!”

Shawn sighed and took a step back. With a little running start, he powered his boot-clad foot into Rocco’s balls, making him grunt in pain.

“Alright”, Rocco whispered hoarsely. “Alright. Number two!”

Again, Shawn kicked Rocco’s balls as hard as he could, ramming the two tender, swollen orbs into the muscular stud’s body.

Rocco’s face contorted in pain. “Yup. Alright. I can take it. Give me number three!”

Shawn kicked Rocco’s dangling low-hangers with all the force he could muster, squashing them hard and eliciting a low, guttural groan from Rocco.

“Awesome, dude!” Bucky cheered. “That’s another hundred for the stripper fund!” He put another bill into the glass bowl.

Rocco spun the wheel again, scoring a 8.

“This isn’t as much fun as I imagined”, Shawn muttered.

Rocco grinned. “Looks like it’s my lucky day! Come on, kick me!”

Shawn shrugged listlessly. “I’m gonna get another beer.” He looked at Bucky. “You wanna do it?”

Bucky grinned. “Sure, dude.” He gave the joint to Shawn and stood in front of Rocco.

Rocco looked at Bucky’s bare feet and chuckled. “You’re not even wearing shoes”, he grinned. “You gotta go extra hard to make up for it.”

“Okay, dude”, Bucky chuckled. “You got it.”

Rocco grinned. “Alright, kick me in the nuts as hard as you---”

Bucky snap-kicked Rocco’s balls, the instep of his bare foot whiplashing his nuts upwards with a resounding thwack.

Rocco’s eyes bulged and he let out a cough.

Bucky followed up with another snap-kick, meeting Rocco’s balls on their downswing and sending them back up before kicking them again when they dropped down.

Chad watched them with a fascinated expression on his face. It was like watching someone play hacky-sack.
Bucky managed never to let Rocco’s nuts drop to the bottom of their sack, happily kicking Rocco’s bruised and battered balls, eliciting groans and grunts from Rocco.

After the eighth kick, Rocco doubled over in pain, grimacing and cupping his crotch.

“That’s another hundred”, Bucky grinned and put another bill into the bowl.

Shawn returned from the kitchen, taking a deep drag from the joint, an open can of beer in his hand.

“Spin the wheel”, Shawn said.

Rocco groaned and spun the wheel.


Bucky looked at Shawn and chuckled. “Wanna take over again?”

Shawn grinned with excitement. “Hell yeah!”

Rocco gulped.

Shawn watched him, a huge grin on his face. “Wow. Twenty-eight”, he chuckled. “Wanna take the kicks?”

Rocco looked at his crotch and grimaced. He looked at Chad who just shrugged his shoulders.

Twenty-eight kicks later, Rocco was in serious pain. He was doubled over, clutching his severely swollen balls and groaning in pain.

Bucky and Shawn were laughing their asses off.

Even Chad had a grin on his face.

“Another hundred for the stripper fund”, Bucky chuckled.

“Oh fuck, I earned those bucks the hard way”, Rocco muttered, his face contorted in pain.

Bucky grinned.

“Remember”, Shawn grinned. “You can always take a pass and let me choose a party favor for round two, remember?”

Rocco let out a miserable grunt and spun the wheel one more time.

It landed on the 21.

Rocco looked down at his nuts. They looked seriously swollen and red.

“Pass”, he moaned.

“You want a party favor?” Shawn grinned.

“Yup”, Rocco grunted, fondling his huge, battered balls.

Shawn winked at Bucky and reached into the brown paper bag, pulling out a small firecracker. He placed it on the table and grinned at Rocco.

Rocco stared at the firecracker. A nervous grin appeared on his face. “What’s that for?”

Shawn smiled mischievously. “Party favors are for round two…”

Rocco swallowed hard.

“Wait a minute”, Chad said, standing up from the couch. The ice pack fell to the floor, revealing Chad’s crotch that was wet and dirty with water and dog saliva. There were little holes in the denim fabric of Chad’s jeans where Captain Crunch had sunk his teeth into Chad’s big bulge. “You’re kidding, right? You’re not going to blow up his junk, right?”

Shawn turned to face Chad. “Listen, party pooper”, he barked. “Shut up and sit down or I’ll tell Captain Crunch to finish the job!” He pointed at Chad’s mangled package.

Upon hearing his name, Captain Crunch started barking.

Chad’s eyes widened. “Um, I---“

“Shut up, dickhead!” Shawn grunted and kicked Chad’s nuts hard. The steel-toed tip of his biker boot flattened the swollen bulge in Chad’s crotch, shutting him up immediately and sending him back onto the couch where he curled up, writhing and moaning, his face white as a sheet.

Rocco watched him.

“Okay, ready to spin the wheel?” Shawn grinned at him.

Rocco scratched his head, slowly turning to Shawn. “What he said about---“

Shawn scoffed. “Don’t listen to that party pooper.” He put his arms around Rocco’s shoulders. “It’s fun, right? Don’t you want to get more money for your stripper fund?”

Rocco stared at him. He already had four hundred bucks. And he could get five hundred more. Nine hundred bucks. That would buy him a lot of strippers to party with once the bandages were off his big, fat dick. “Alright”, he grinned and spun the wheel.


Rocco looked at the number on the wheel. Then he looked at Shawn. Then he looked at the number again.

Shawn grinned and wiggled the brown paper bag. “Another party favor, big guy?”

Rocco gulped. “Kick me”, he said quickly.

Shawn rubbed his hands. “As you wish, sir!” He winked at Rocco. “Spread ‘em.”

Rocco closed his eyes and did as he was told. His huge, swollen balls were dangling low in his hairy sac.

Shawn started kicking his balls as hard as he could, smashing them into his pelvis again and again and again and again.

The sound of Shawn’s biker boots connecting with the two heavy orbs in Rocco’s loose, swinging nutsack echoed through the room, accompanied by grunts and groans and moans of agony.

Rocco remained standing, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

Finally, Shawn stopped. “Wow, you’re awesome, big guy!” He turned to Bucky. “Right?”

“Fucking awesome, dude”, Bucky said, taking another hit from his joint. “Another hundred for the stripper fund.”

Rocco’s face was beet-red and contorted in pain. His nuts felt like they had been run over by a bus. They were bloated and swollen and hurting like mad.

“Spin the wheel, buddy!” Shawn said with an eager expression on his face, adjusting his crotch.

Rocco grimaced and spun the wheel.

When it stopped, Shawn roared with laughter.

Bucky chuckled. “Fuck, dude, that’s gonna hurt!”


“That’s my favorite position”, Shawn mused

Rocco stared at the wheel. Should he take a pass and choose another party favor? A hundred bucks more or less didn’t hurt. That firecracker on the other hand…

“Kick my nuts”, Rocco mumbled.

“Can’t hear you”, Shawn grinned.

“Kick my fucking nuts!” Rocco yelled.

“Alright”, Shawn grinned and started smashing Rocco’s meaty balls with the energy of a star soccer player training for the World Cup.

His biker boot smashed into Rocco’s baby makers with unrelenting force and nut-shattering precision.

By the tenth kick, Rocco was breathing heavily

By the twentieth kick, his muscular, naked body was glistening with sweat.

By the thirtieth kick, his grunts and groans grew hoarse and throaty.

By the fortieth kick, tears started to run down Rocco’s face.

By the fiftieth kick, Rocco’s hair was dripping wet with sweat.

By the sixtieth kick, Rocco’s eyes turned glassy.

Finally, after the sixty-nine hard, sex-life-threatening kicks to Rocco’s oversized testicles, Shawn stopped, letting Rocco drop to the floor and curl up in a ball.

“Amazing, dude, just amazing!” Bucky chuckled.

“Damn”, Shawn doubled over, panting, his hands on his knees. “This is hard work… I gotta hit the gym more often…”

Rocco was lying on the ground, cupping his genitals, moaning and groaning in pain.

“Want me to take over?” Bucky asked, a stoned grin on his face.

Shawn nodded and walked into the kitchen to get another beer.

Bucky looked at Rocco. “Another hundred for the stripper fund”, he grinned and placed another 100-dollar-bill in the bowl. He pointed at the bowl and smiled at Rocco. “Six hundred dollars, dude. You’re gonna have a lot of fun at the strip club…”

Rocco rolled onto his back, clutching his groin, groaning miserably.

“Come on, dude, spin the wheel”, Bucky grinned.

Rocco slowly got up and spun the wheel.

It landed on a 12.

Bucky smiled at him. “Dude, you gonna take the kicks?”

Rocco let out a grunt. Groaning, he got up and spread his legs.

“Want me to go easy on you, dude?” Bucky asked, his eyes half-closed, a sleepy smile on his lips. He was holding his joint between the thumb and the index finger of his right hand, extending his arm to keep his balance.

“Don’t go easy, dickhead! He has to earn his bucks!” came Shawn’s drunken voice from the kitchen.

Bucky shrugged. “You heard what he said”, he mumbled with a weak grin.

Rocco groaned.

Bucky had trouble keeping his balance, so half of the dozen kicks he delivered to Rocco’s ballsack were slightly off the mark, hitting either the left or the right one of Rocco’s big, bloated balls. But even if he didn’t hit both of them every time, Bucky’s kicks were hard and powerful, lifting Rocco off his feet more than once.

After a dozen hard, testicle-shattering blows to Rocco’s manhood, the muscular stud was down on the ground again, writhing in agony, cupping his balls and kicking his legs.

“Another hundred”, Bucky mumbled and threw another bill at the glass bowl. Just like with his kicks, Bucky’s aim was off and the bill landed next to the bowl. “Damn”, Bucky muttered and bent over, stumbling and falling to the ground. He grabbed the bill, put it into the bowl and rolled onto his back, his eyes closed.

Chad was sitting on the couch, watching the scene with an annoyed expression on his face.

Shawn watched Bucky, too, laughing his ass off. He emptied his can of beer and got another one from the kitchen.

“Spin the wheel, big guy!” he said in a drunken slur when he returned. “Spin it! Spin it!”

Rocco groaned and got up. He spun the wheel.


“Holy fuck!” Chad shouted.

Shawn turned around. “Captain Crunch, attack! Attack!” he yelled, pointing at Chad’s crotch.

Chad raised his eyebrows. “The dog left the room an hour ago”, he said calmly.

Shawn blinked, staggering back. “He did?”

Chad rolled his eyes. “Yes, he---“

“Shut up, party pooper”, Shawn barked. “Or I’ll bite off your balls.”

Chad cleared his throat, adjusting the ice pack on his crotch.

Rocco was staring at the wheel. He couldn’t possibly take eighty-nine more kicks. His nuts felt like so swollen that he was afraid they might burst through the skin of his sack any second. Eighty-nine more kicks. Impossible.

“Party favor”, he groaned.

“Yay!” Shawn cheered and reached into the brown paper bag. He pulled out another fire cracker that was slightly bigger than the first one. “Ooooooh!”

Rocco grimaced and spun the wheel one final time.

The final spin.

Rocco was curious and frightened about round two. Those firecrackers… The first one was pretty small. But the second one? That would create a nice little explosion.

Rocco remembered the day he blew up his toy soldiers in the backyard. He had used the same kind of firecrackers. Admiral Asswipe and Private Pussyhunter hadn’t looked good after the firecracker had exploded between them…

Knowing Shawn, he was up to no good with those firecrackers… But he wasn’t going to blow up Rocco’s junk. Or was he?

The final spin.

If it was a single-digit number he’d take it. He couldn’t afford another firecracker. Maybe even a number that was lower than twenty. Or lower than thirty. Maybe he could take another thirty kicks. Yeah, thirty would be okay. Or maybe forty. It would have to be a really big number for Rocco to chose another firecracker. Lower than sixty would be okay. Maybe even lower than sixty-five. Seventy? Seventy would be alright, too. Eighty? Maybe---

The wheel stopped.

Rocco couldn’t believe his eyes.


One hundred.

“Party favor”, Rocco said in a toneless voice.

Shawn burst out laughing. “Fuck yeah, big guy!”

Bucky was lying on the ground, his eyes closed, laughing silently.

Chad rolled his eyes.

Shawn reached inside the brown paper bag.

The firecracker he pulled out of the bag was big. Very big.

“Alright”, Shawn clapped his hands. “Before we start with round two, it’s time for the big moment. Get up, Bucky! We’re gonna unwrap Rocco’s monster!”

Bucky sat up, grinning sheepishly.

Rocco’s eyes lit up. Right! That was what they were here for! Finally. Finally! Finally, he’d see his wonderful, huge dick again!

“Come on, Bucky, do it!” Shawn grinned. He turned to Rocco and chuckled. “We got a little surprise for you, big guy!”

Rocco didn’t listen to him. He watched Bucky crawled over and fumble with the bandages around his huge, limp cock. He had waited for this moment for what felt like ages!

“Rocco! Rocco! Rocco!” Shawn yelled, clapping his hands.

Finally, the bandages were off.

Rocco closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He felt Bucky’s breath on the skin of his dick. What a wonderful feeling. He was alive again! It was only a matter of time before his huge monster cock would be hard and back in action. He’d be jerking off day and night, blowing his load whenever he felt like it. He was alive!

He opened them and glanced down. The sight of his dick brought tears of joy to his eyes. It looked beautiful. The foreskin. The long, meaty shaft with the writing on it. The---

Rocco blinked.

Writing?! What writing?!

He grabbed the tip of his dick and lifted it up while turning his head and squinting at the letters.

“I told you we had a surprise for you”, Shawn grinned.

Bucky watched Rocco, waiting for his reaction. Had Shawn gone too far?

Rocco stared at the tattoo that spread from the root of his dick to the top.

“Do you like it?” Shawn grinned.

Rocco stared at the seventeen big letters that were permanently, irreversibly written on his fat, wonderful dick.

Bucky bit his lower lip, watching Rocco’s face.

“Do you like it?” Shawn repeated with a laugh.

Rocco cleared his throat. “I--- I--- I love it! Fucking A! It looks totally badass!” He looked down at his cock and read aloud. “LUCKY PIMP – HUGE DICK!” He laughed. “Fucking A!”

Bucky sighed with relief and joined in Rocco’s laughter.

“Imagine how it’ll look when your cock is hard – it’ll be big bold letters, like on a billboard!” Shawn laughed.

“Thank you so much!” Rocco said, pulling Shawn close in a bearhug. “Fucking A!”

He turned around and looked at Chad. “It’s awesome, right?” He pointed at his limp, floppy dick. “Totally badass, right?”

Chad smiled weakly.

“Oh, and that’s probably the reason why I couldn’t get hard, right?” Rocco turned to Bucky.

Bucky blinked. “I don’t know, dude.”

“You’re a doctor”, Rocco said, “you know those things…”

“He’s a vet”, Chad mumbled.

“Maybe it is”, Bucky said slowly.

He looked at Rocco. The big, naked, muscular stud looked at him, his eyes begging him for an affirmation. In Bucky’s dazed, stoned brain there was an image whenever he looked at Rocco’s dick. An elephant’s floppy, limp trunk. It was weird. He didn’t believe that the tattoo was the cause for Rocco’s erectile dysfunction. Something about that elephant image made Bucky think that there was more to it. But he couldn’t tell Rocco that. Not today. Not now. Bucky cleared his throat. “I mean, you know, maybe it is”, he repeated. “It probably is, dude, it probably is. You’ll probably be back to your old hard self within a couple of days…”

“Yes!” Rocco clenched his fist. “Yes! Everything will be alright now!”

“Fuck yeah, big guy!” Shawn shouted. “You’ll be fucking girls left and right, man!” He put his hand on Rocco’s shoulder. “But first we gotta do round two…”

Rocco looked at him.

Shawn grinned and pointed at the firecrackers on the table. “Party favors!” he grinned.

Chad shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.

“Not a word, party pooper!” Shawn barked.

Chad blinked.

“For round two, we get rid of the nutshots”, Shawn said with a grin.

Rocco smiled. “Nice.”

Shawn chuckled. “And the Wheel of Nutkicks turns into…”

Like at the beginning of the party, Bucky slapped his hands on the armrest of the couch in a makeshift drum roll.

“The Ring of Fire!” Shawn shouted.

Rocco laughed out loud.

Bucky grinned and walked into the kitchen, returning with an old, rusty fire extinguisher.

Chad grimaced.

“Here’s how it goes”, Shawn said, unable to hide his excitement. “We stick a firecracker in your dick, and---“

“You can’t be serious”, Chad said, shifting on the couch.

“Shut up!” Shawn yelled at him before turning to Rocco again. “We stick a firecracker in your dick and light it. The fuse gives you twenty seconds. You spin the wheel. We don’t look at the numbers anymore, we look at the colors. If it lands on black, Bucky will extinguish the fire.”

Bucky grinned and held up the fire extinguisher.

“But if it lands on red”, Shawn grinned at Rocco. There was a dramatic pause. “BOOM.”

Rocco looked at Shawn.

“It’s a game of chance”, Shawn said with a grin. “Fifty-fity.”

“That’s crazy”, Chad said. “Rocco, you can’t---“

“Shut up!” Shawn yelled. “If you don’t like the game feel free to leave! Nobody’s stopping you!”

Chad got up from the couch, holding the ice pack tightly against his groin. He looked at Shawn who glared back at him. He looked at Rocco who was too distracted by Shawn’s idea to even notice him. He looked at Bucky who had his usual stoner grin on his face.

“That’s crazy”, Chad mumbled and limped out of the room, pressing the icepack against his junk.

Rocco cleared his throat. “It sounds a bit dangerous, you know?”

Shawn scoffed. He pulled another firecracker from the paper bag, a small one like the first one that waited for Rocco. He lit it and counted to twenty.


Rocco chuckled. A tiny little bang.

Shawn looked at Rocco. “What do you say?”

Rocco grinned. His big, fat dick could take a tiny, little bang like that. “You’re crazy”, he chuckled.

Shawn laughed. “So you’ll do it?”

“Fuck yeah!” Rocco grinned.

“That’s the spirit, big guy!” Shawn cheered and clapped his hands. “Put your cock on the table!”

Rocco chuckled. He put his fat, limp sausage on the table with a loud slap.

Shawn took the smallest of the three firecrackers and stuffed it into Rocco’s dick.

Rocco looked down. It looked funny, peaking out of his cock like that, with the fuse and all.

Bucky stood on the other end of the table, the fire extinguisher in attack position.

“Alright, here we go!” Shawn grinned, his face beaming with excitement. He lit the fuse and looked at Rocco. “Spin the wheel.”

Rocco did.

Ten seconds passed until the wheel stopped.

The fuse was half burnt down.


Bucky activated the fire extinguisher and sprayed Rocco’s dick with white powder. The fuse was out.

Bucky looked at Rocco and grinned. “Lucky pimp”, he chuckled.

“Huge dick”, Rocco laughed.

Shawn looked a little disappointed. He just shrugged and said, “Okay, the next one.”

He took the second firecracker that was considerably bigger than the first one. He had to really jam it into Rocco’s dick, making Rocco wince and squirm.

“Number two, here we go”, Shawn announced, lighting the fuse.

Rocco spun the wheel, a little harder than the first time.

Twelve seconds passed.

The wheel stopped.


Bucky put the fuse out with the fire extinguisher. He gave his buddy the thumbs up and chuckled.

Shawn frowned at Rocco. “Lucky bastard”, he mumbled.

He took the third firecracker that looked like a small stick of dynamite. It was way bigger than the second one, let alone the first one.

Shawn tried to stuff it into Rocco’s cock. “Fuck”, he mumbled when the damn thing slipped off for the third time, causing Rocco to let out a yelp.

“Let me do it”, Rocco grinned.

Shawn shrugged and handed Rocco the firecracker.

Rocco bit his lower lip. Slowly he slid the long, thick red tube into his dick, pushing it deeper and deeper inside until it was completely buried inside, with just the fuse sticking out. “There you go”, he grinned. He looked down at his dick. With the explosive stuffing it looked as if it was hard. Rocco chuckled. Just the way he liked it…

“Number three”, Shawn said. “Let’s see if the third time is the charm…” He lit the fuse.

Rocco spun the wheel. He made sure not to go to hard this time around. No need to make things more suspenseful than necessary…

After eight seconds the wheel stood still.

Rocco looked at the wheel and laughed.


“Looks like it’s my lucky day!” Rocco grinned.

Shawn let out a disappointed grunt. What a bore.

Bucky activated the fire extinguisher.


He pulled the trigger again.


He shook the damn thing.


He pulled the trigger again and again and again.


Bucky looked at Rocco.

Rocco looked down at his dick.

The fuse disappeared into his shaft.

The three guys opened their mouth in unison. “Oooooohhhh shiii---“


Chad was sitting in the driver’s seat of his car.

Holy fuck, those guys were weird. At first the nut-kicking. Well, okay, that had been fun. But the firecrackers? Holy fuck.

Chad’s jeans were hanging around his ankles and he was jerking his cock like never before.

He had noticed it during the party. Little Chad was acting up again, the unreliable little bastard! He hadn’t been with a woman in weeks. He had certainly tried – but every time he had the chance to fuck, Little Chad would shrivel like a shrimp.

And now, here he was! Big and proud and beautiful.

Chad jerked his dick. Those guys. The nut-kicking. The firecrackers. Rocco’s huge, limp dick, so close to being blown apart. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, imagining the explosion.

Chad’s eyes opened just as his dick erupted with the first thick, creamy spurt of cum that splattered against the windshield. Jet after jet of creamy stud sauce spurted out of his dick, coating the glass in milky goo.

Then he heard the noise.


Monday, January 19, 2015

From stud to dud: WOOF!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds

Bucky opened his eyes. His eyes slowly focused on the big mirror on his ceiling. He was lying naked on his mattress. To his left, a naked girl with blond hair and big breasts lay on her back, snoring audibly. To his right was another naked blond girl, sleeping on her stomach.

Bucky grinned. Right, the two Swedes…

He slowly sat up, stretching his limbs and yawning.

In front of the mattress was a hot blond guy, passed out on his knees, his face flat on the ground, his ass up in the air, his jeans around his ankles.

Right, the three Swedes...

Bucky searched the bed until he found a half-smoked joint under the pillow. He lit it and inhaled deeply.

Oh yeah, it had been a fun night…

Bucky’s eyes fell on Captain Crunch, the Rottweiler who was lying at the foot of the bed, looking straight back at him.

Bucky grinned. A fun night indeed…

He winked at Captain Crunch and grinned. “Good dog”, he chuckled before taking another deep drag.

Captain Crunch’s eyes lowered towards Bucky’s crotch. Then he got up and padded out of the room.

The door to the next room was ajar. The dog nudged it open with his snout and entered the room. Instead of a bed or a mattress, there were just a couple of blankets on the floor.

Captain sniffed the blankets and quickly turned his head away. He wandered around the pile of blankets, stopping when he encountered at socked foot. That was where the foul odor was coming from!

In Captain Crunch’s experience, humans were very poor at body hygiene. Actually, all three of his masters were terrible at it.

And this one was the worst. The one who stabbed other humans with sharp needles and injected ink into them for a living. Shawn. Captain sniffed at his foot and scoffed. He stifled the wish to throw up on the floor.

But he wasn’t here for Shawn’s foot.

Captain Crunch turned his head and found what he was looking for. He scoffed at Shawn’s pathetic dick. That short little thing. One bite. Maybe just half a bite.

Those big, juicy balls on the other hand…

Captain Crunch bared his teeth and growled.

They looked even bigger than usual. Red and swollen and juicy and tasty. Just what he needed.

Captain stuck out his tongue. Slowly he put one of his paws on the mattress. Today was the day.

He heard Shawn snore. Judging from the sound and the rotten stench of alcohol that filled the room, Shawn wasn’t going to wake up until Captain had finished his meal.

And what a nice meal it was…

Captain’s second paw was on the mattress. He craned his neck. His snout was only inches from Shawn’s tasty, swollen testicles.

Captain inched closer, letting out an excited yap.

Shawn let out a groan and rolled over onto his stomach.

Captain growled. Damn. Now his meal was out of sight. Damn damn damn. Stupid dog. Stupid dog. Those damn self-control issues.

Shawn opened one of his eyes and looked at Captain. “Good dog”, he mumbled before starting to snore again.

Captain growled again.

Alright. Not today. His time would come.

Captain Crunch padded out of the room and looked at Bucky’s room. The vet. His balls were available. And he was stoned all the time. Easy prey. On top of that Captain had seen him do horrible, horrible things to other dogs. Horrible things. Captain let out a bark.

But he was a doctor. And he’d probably put Captain to sleep if he just went in there and bit off his balls. After all, he used them pretty often. He was probably very fond of them.

Captain turned around and padded down the stairs. Where was the third one, the guy with the big, juicy bone?

He found him in the garage. Rocco. Naked. Of course.

Captain watched him from the door. Something was going on. The big, juicy bone was wrapped in bandages. And it wasn’t nice and hard like it usually was when he was working in the garage. Something was going on.

Rocco was standing in front of the old wooden Wheel of Fortune that he had bought a couple of years ago. It was an awesome party game. And he was looking forward to an awesome party. He couldn’t wait for the bandages around his cock to finally come off.

Rocco wiped his forehead. Damn, he was so horny. His balls were boiling. And they were still aching from all the torture they had had to endure in the alley behind the bar. From the insane amount of electricity that had flown through them. And from the fire that had lit up in his crotch due to a short circuit. And from the hard, nut-crunching stomps by a helpful and very eager fireman that had put out the flames.

He sighed and bent over to adjust the bolts at the foot of the wheel. He spread his legs wide, bending his knees, to avoid squishing them between his thighs and to allow them to swing freely.

Captain Crunch watched him. His heart jumped when he saw Rocco’s huge balls exposed between his thighs. Big, dumb human.

Slowly, silently, Captain moved towards Rocco who was completely oblivious.

Rocco’s big, red balls were right in front of Captain’s nose. Damn, they looked even bigger and tastier today! But they smelled a bit funny. Captain jabbed his nose at Rocco’s balls, causing them to bounce and jiggle.

Rocco let out an anguished grunt.  He turned around, grimacing in pain. “What the---“

Captain looked up at him, wiggling his tail. That always worked with humans.

Rocco’s face broke into a grin. “Captain Crunch!” He chuckled. “Be careful with my balls, buddy! You don’t want to hurt me, right?”

Captain jabbed his nose at Rocco’s balls again, harder this time, smacking them against Rocco’s thigh.

Rocco winced. “Hey”, he chuckled. “I said careful…”

Captain poked his nose into Rocco’s balls once more, making Rocco let out a grunt.

Rocco grimaced in pain. “Captain, you know I love you but you’re a stupid dog…” He grabbed his nutsack by the neck, letting his fat, meaty balls dangle in front of Captain’s shout. “These are really sensitive”, he explained with a grin. “No poking, okay, Captain?”

Captain quickly cocked his head back and slammed his snout into Rocco’s balls like a soccer player scoring a header.

Rocco let out an anguished yelp. “No”, he said hoarsely. “I said no poking.”

Captain looked at the big sack of balls right in front of his nose. This was fun. He brought his head back again and rammed his nose into Rocco’s meaty balls once more.

Rocco groaned in agony. “No”, he moaned, “What part of ‘no poking’ don’t you understand?”

Captain looked up at him. Humans were dumb. And this human was a particularly dumb specimen. He looked at Rocco’s balls again and rammed the top of his head into Rocco’s crotch like a bull, causing Rocco to stumble backwards with an anguished yell and land on his ass.

Captain watched as Rocco was clutching his crotch, grimacing in pain.

He could go for the kill. But then the fun would be over. Besides, those meaty balls smelled like they were half-cooked anyway, and Captain liked his balls raw and juicy.

Suddenly there was a noise. Captain Crunch cocked his ears. A car. Fresh balls! He turned around and trotted out of the garage and into the yard.

Behind him, he heard Rocco groan, “Good dog.”

Captain spotted the car right away. A visitor! He let out an excited bark. He knew that car! He barked again and hurried towards the noise.

Chad stopped the car right next to an old VW Bus that looked like it hadn't been moved in quite a while. He turned the engine off and looked at the tattoo parlor in front of him. Today was the day. He’d finally get that tattoo. He opened the door and got out of his car.

Captain Crunch was feeling the wind around his snout as he ran towards the balls.

Chad turned around and saw the big, heavy Rottweiler rush towards him. His eyes widened in shock.

Captain Crunch had his eyes on the balls. A big, juicy package. Something to really sink his teeth into. A nice, meaty breakfast.

Captain picked up his pace and opened his jaws, baring his teeth. There it was! There was his breakfast!


Friday, January 16, 2015

From stud to dud: BUZZZ!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds

Rocco looked in the mirror while he was drying his naked body off with a towel.

He looked great. His handsome, chiseled face with his dark eyes and his three day stubble was as attractive as ever. His black hair was full and thick. His hairy chest was well-defined and muscular. His arms with the bulging biceps looked awesome. His abs were a perfect eight-pack. He looked great.

But he didn’t feel great.

The 31 year old stud looked down at his groin and sighed. The swelling in his huge, hairy balls had gone down, and they had almost resumed their natural color again. But his enormous, fat cock was a different matter.

Rocco let out a grunt and pulled at the white bandages that were wrapped around his huge limp tool.

He had been feeling restless and uneasy and awkward and uncomfortable all week, ever since he crunched his nuts in the vise. Ah, the vise. Rocco grinned. That had been pretty awesome. He remembered his huge, fat balls looking like pancakes between the jaws of the vise. He chuckled. He didn’t remember much after that. When he had woken up, he found himself sitting on the couch, his balls all sore and bruised and feeling funny, and his dick wrapped in bandages.

Rocco looked at himself in the mirror and let out a laugh. That big, gauze-wrapped tube dangling between his legs looked pretty funny. If he met someone looking like this in the locker room he’d make fun of him. “Hey, what’s up, broke your dick?” he would holler. Or: “Wait, I’ll get you a crutch for your cock!”

Rocco chuckled, imagining his friends laughing at that. Pretty funny. He grabbed his limp, floppy dong and wiggled it. His smile vanished. Damn. He was so fucking horny. He felt like he wanted to hump anybody, anything that got in his way. He hadn’t gone a day without shooting his load since he was a teenager. And from the top of his head he couldn’t remember a day he had shot less than two loads in the last few years.

For Rocco, there were different kinds of loads.

There was the useful load. Like, when you couldn’t sleep. You rubbed one out and you slept like a baby. It worked best at night. But he had employed the useful load on Sunday mornings, too, usually after coming home from a party or after having sex when the girl fell asleep right away and one load hadn’t been enough for him.

There was the avoid-embarrassment load. Like, when you had a boner at a family get-together. You got into the bathroom and jerked off into the toilet boil. One flush, and everything is fine, at least for an hour or so.

There was the feel-good load. Like, in the shower in the morning. Your beautiful erection stared at you and you felt like giving yourself a little treat. You had to be careful about cleaning up afterwards, though, because otherwise your housemates were busting your balls all day…

There was the risky load. Like, when you jerked off on a bus or in a train, or in a movie theater or in church.

And the prank load. Like, when you jerked off on your housemate’s toothbrush. Or on his bagel. Or in his beer.

Then there was the sex load. Of course. That one was nice, too. And the accidental load, the target-practice load, the humiliating load, the show-off load, the contest-winning load, the drive-by-shooting load and---

Rocco inhaled deeply.

He was so fucking horny! But at the same time he didn’t feel horny at all! At least his monster cock didn’t feel horny. It was crazy!

Rocco tugged at his dick in frustration and left the bathroom. He walked down the stars, stark naked. He liked to be naked. He used to like it even better when his enormous dick was rock-hard and dripping precum all over the floor.

He entered the living room.

Captain Crunch, Rocco’s Rottweiler, was sleeping in a corner, a big rubber bone between his paws.

Rocco’s housemates, Shawn and Bucky were entwined on the couch, passed-out, both of them sporting boners. They weren’t as big as Rocco’s used to be, of course.

Shawn’s pathetic dick barely even looked erect. It was very difficult to tell due to the miniscule length of it. But Rocco could tell from the angle.

Naturally, Bucky’s cock was bigger than Shawn’s – whose wasn’t? –  but still it was nowhere near Rocco’s majestic size. But it was hard, too.

And Rocco’s wasn’t.

Rocco let out a grunt. He looked at Shawn’s and Bucky’s faces. They looked like sleeping angels, their heads close together, their lips slightly parted.

Oh, damn, this was so begging for a prank load! A perfect situation! Rocco pictured himself tugging at his dick a couple of times and splattering his buddies’ faces with cum, like he had done so many times. He pictured Shawn’s reaction when he woke up, tasting Rocco’s salty semen on his tongue, barely able to open his eyes because they were glued shut by Rocco’s sticky load. He’d curse and laugh and curse and laugh. And Bucky would just grin in that lazy stoner way of his.

Rocco looked down at his huge, limp, bandaged cock. Useless fucking thing. He couldn’t wait until it worked again. He’d hose down the house with his spunk!

Rocco’s eyes fall on a stack of porn magazines on the floor. Shawn’s biker mags. Big tits, big machines. Lots of tattoos, some of them made by Shawn.

Rocco listlessly tugged at his limp, floppy dick. Next to the magazines was a DVD. More big tits. The title sounded promising.

He was so damn horny!

Rocco sighed and put the DVD in the player. He pushed his friends over on the couch, causing Bucky’s head to sink down into Shawn’s lap.

Rocco sat down next to them.

The movie started. Naked girls. Big tits jumping up and down. A big cock entering the picture. Penetration.

Rocco tried to focus on the action. Somehow it felt different than usual. It was as if the stuff he saw didn’t push the right buttons. Hell, under normal circumstances, he would be jerking his fat, hard dick like crazy. Under normal circumstances, his first load would already be soaking into the carpet. But this wasn’t normal. It just wasn’t. He felt his cum boiling in his balls but his fucking dick didn’t seem to notice.

Rocco grimaced and grabbed his big, churning balls, staring at the screen.

More tits. More cocks. More penetration.

Rocco skipped the scene and moved on to the next.

More tits. More cocks. More penetration.

Damn, there had to be something on this fucking DVD that turned him on!

An orgy. More tits. More cocks. More penetration.

Rocco sighed in frustration.

Rocco started squeezing his balls. He was yearning to feel something. Anything. He dug his thumb into his nuts until his fingertips went white. A dull, throbbing pain flooded through his body. Ahhh! At last! He kneaded his nuts hard, twisting them, squeezing them, squishing and squashing them with his fingers while tugging at his dick.

Rocco had been busy working his junk, squeezing his nuts and tugging at his limp dick, for more than five minutes when Shawn woke up.

The 31 year old redhead opened his rheumy eyes, stretching his limbs. He scratched his fuzzy beard and looked down at his lap where Bucky’s mouth was dripping saliva onto his groin. He let out an annoyed grunt and shoved his buddy away.

Bucky let out a groan and leaned his head on the armrest, snoring loudly.

Shawn’s sleepy eyes wandered to Rocco who was squishing and squashing his balls while tugging at his floppy, bandaged cock.

“How’s it hanging, dickhead”, Shawn grinned.

Rocco glanced at him and grumbled something unintelligible.

Shawn grinned. “You having problems with your monster cock?”

“Fuck”, Rocco grunted. “It won’t get hard.”

Shawn burst out laughing. “What?! That fat fucking cock is disobedient?!”

Rocco glared at him. “That’s what I’m telling you.”

Shawn chuckled. “Damn, that’s a bummer.” He looked at the TV screen. “Oh, that’s a classic! It does nothing for you?”

“Nothing”, Rocco muttered.

“What a bummer”, Shawn repeated.

Rocco banged the back of his head against the back rest of the couch. “I’m so fucking horny!” he yelled through his clenched teeth.

“Has it ever happened before?” Shawn grinned, looking at Rocco’s junk. He took the tip of Rocco’s limp cock between his thumb and forefinger and lifted the heavy, meaty tube up before letting it fall down again, bursting out laughing.

“What?! Never!” Rocco grunted.

Shawn chuckled. “Maybe it’s a mental thing.”

Rocco stared at him.

Shawn thought for a moment. Then his face lit up. “I have an idea”, he grinned. “Stand up, turn around and close your eyes.” He got up and stumbled out of the room.

Rocco looked after him, a confused expression on his face. Then he did as he was told.

Shawn returned a minute later, carrying something.

Rocco turned his head.

“Don’t look!” Shawn said. “Keep your eyes closed. Or it doesn’t work.”

Rocco rolled his eyes.

“Do you want a boner or not?” Shawn said, raising his eyebrows.

Rocco sighed and faced the wall again, closing his eyes.

Shawn grinned. He knelt down and strapped a leather collar with a bulky black box around Rocco’s balls.

He stepped back and looked at Rocco’s collared nutsack. This was going to be good.

“Okay, keep your eyes closed. Relax. I want you to picture yourself with a raging hard-on, okay? A first class boner, okay?” Shawn said, grinning with anticipation and suppressing the urge to laugh out loud.

Rocco inhaled deeply. He saw his big, hard monster of a cock. He smiled. Beautiful.

“Do you have a picture?” Shawn asked.

Rocco smiled. “Oh, yeah.”

“Describe it to me”, Shawn said, trying to stay serious.

“It’s beautiful”, Rocco mumbled. “It’s hard as a rock. Hard as steel. The head is wet. The shaft, too. I see the veins. It’s beautiful.”

“Is it close to cumming?” Shawn asked before biting his hand to stop himself from laughing.

“It is”, Rocco continued with a smile. “It’s throbbing and twitching. The load is rising.”

“Is it a big load?”

“A huge one! A flood! It’s rising and rising. My dick is throbbing like hell. Here it comes! Here it---“


Rocco let out an agonized roar, his body convulsing as his balls exploded with pain.

Shawn kept his finger on the remote control, sending shock wave after shock wave through Rocco’s testicles, laughing his ass off.

Rocco was screaming from the top of his lungs, collapsing on the ground.

Shawn let go of the button, crying with laughter.

Bucky opened his eyes. He looked at Shawn who sank to his knees, holding his belly, laughing like a maniac. Then he saw Rocco, lying on the ground, an electric dog collar tied around his nutsack. The air was filled with the scent burned hair. The pubic hair on Rocco’s sack had vanished, and his big, red balls were smoking slightly.

“What the fuck, dude!” Bucky said, a horrified expression on his face.

Shawn slapped his knees, crying with laughter.

“Did you use the Alpha 3000?! I told you that it was dangerous! It’s much too powerful for dogs! That’s why they pulled it off the market! I told you it would fry anything smaller than a bear!” Bucky yelled.

Shawn looked at Rocco, tears of laughter running down his face. “Hey, big guy, you okay?”

Rocco let out a deep groan.

Shawn pointed at Rocco’s balls and burst out laughing again. “Well, look at the bright side, big guys – at least your mind is off sex for a while, right?”


The next couple of days were a lot of fun for Shawn. He had a great time helping Rocco keep his mind off sex and curb his constant horniness.

Shawn had managed to convince Bucky that this was in Rocco’s best interest, and had reworked the collar so that it fit better on Rocco who had been wearing it 24/7 for almost one week.

Every couple of hours, when he noticed that Rocco was getting restless, Shawn would push the button, frying Rocco’s nuts and making him yell and scream and curse. He kept the remote on him at all times. You never knew when Rocco needed help, right?

On Friday, the three buddies went to the bar and had a couple of beers.

“Skinny Dick’s Halfway Inn” was Shawn’s favorite bar. It was a small place right down the road, next to next to the strip club. The room was filled with people, mostly men in their thirties, forties and fifties.

Bucky, Rocco and Shawn were sitting at a table. They had already finished the fifth round of beer.

“You looking forward to tomorrow, big guy?” Shawn grinned.

Rocco sighed. “Fuck yeah! I can’t wait to get those bandages of my cock.”

Bucky smiled at him.

“You know, we should really celebrate the occasion, right?” Shawn said.

“Fuck, yeah”, Rocco nodded emphatically.

“Party games and all”, Shawn continued, grinning. “Maybe even get the old Wheel of Fortune out again like we did on your birthday.”

Rocco grinned, remembering the sloppy fun he and his buddies had with the three hot strippers. “Yeah, that was fun!”

Shawn grinned. “Cool. Let’s do it!”

Rocco chuckled. “Man, I can’t wait to see my dick again!”

Bucky glanced at Shawn.

Shawn grinned. “Yeah, we’re all looking forward to that…”

“Who knows, dude”, Bucky added with a smile. “Maybe your little problem will be gone, too.” He made a gesture with his index finger, extending it before letting the tip sink down.

Shawn let out a laugh. “His ‘little problem’? Seems like a pretty big problem to me…” Shawn grinned, patting Rocco’s shoulder.

Rocco grinned weakly. “I gotta go take a piss.” He headed towards the men’s room, walking slightly bowlegged. Even though Bucky had modified the dog collar it wasn’t exactly comfortable. In addition to that, his balls were pretty swollen from Shawn’s easy finger…

Shawn and Bucky looked after him.

Shawn chuckled and reached into the pocket of his skin-tight jeans, producing the little black remote control with the red button. He winked at Bucky and put his finger on the button.

“Dude”, Bucky said. “Don’t.”

“You’re right”, Shawn grinned. He looked like mischievous school boy who couldn’t wait to see his teacher sit down on the sponge. “Let’s wait a couple of seconds until he’s got his cock out! He’ll be pissing all over the place!”

“No, dude, no”, Bucky said. “Have you noticed the way he’s walking? It’s enough man.”

Shawn rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, dickhead.” He looked at the remote.

“No”, Bucky said firmly and reached for the little black plastic thing.

Shawn grabbed the remote and lifted it up into the air.

“Dude”, Bucky said, glaring at him. “It’s not funny anymore.” He reached for the remote but Shawn pulled it away and took it into his other hand.

Bucky sighed.

“You don’t think it’s funny?” Shawn grinned.

Bucky reached for the remote again but Shawn pulled it away and held it behind his back.

Bucky was close to losing his temper. “Give it to me”, he said sternly.

Shawn grinned and shoved it down the front of his pants. “Why don’t you get it yourself, dickhead?”

Bucky looked at Shawn’s crotch. His big, round balls were compressed by his skin-tight jeans, looking he had stuffed two oranges into his jeans. Above them, he made out the outline of the remote control.

“Fuck you”, Bucky said. He turned around and walked off, making his way through the crowd. Midway through he stopped and turned around. “By the way, dude”, he said in a loud voice. “I know you aren’t happy with your tiny dick. It looks like you finally got a big tool in your pants.”

Shawn blushed and looked at his crotch, his mammoth testicles and the little remote control above it.

The people surrounding him burst out laughing and pointing at his groin.

“Dickhead!” Shawn shouted. He turned around, grabbed his beer, emptied it and slammed the bottle onto the table.

Bucky walked out the door right next to the men’s room into the small alley behind the bar. The ground was littered with cigarette stubs. He reached inside his pocket and produced a joint. He lit it and inhaled deeply.

He watched the smoke come out of his mouth. Fucking Shawn. He just didn’t know when to stop. The dog collar was a step too far. Bucky hadn’t been to happy with Shawn’s little “surprise” that waited for Rocco when he’d finally remove his bandages but he had gone along with it. But this was a step too far.

Bucky took another hit from the joint and closed his eyes, leaning against the wall.

In the men’s room, Rocco was staring at his bandaged dick. Pissing was tricky. He had to be careful not to soak the gauze. Oh, he couldn’t wait to remove the bandages. To finally see his big, fat dick in all its glory again! As soon as those damn bandages were off and his dick was able to get hard again, he’d lock himself in his room and jerk off for days! Days!

When he was finished, Rocco stuffed his huge cock into his trousers again. That was tricky, too. His huge, swollen balls and the dog collar took up a lot of room. Rocco chuckled. Thank god his dick wasn’t hard or he’d never get it into his pants… He was rummaging around when he heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, how are you?”

Rocco turned around. Troy and Quint. They played on Rocco’s baseball team. Troy was a muscular guy with short brown hair and a lot of tattoos all over his body. Quint was like his sidekick, a handsome blond stud with a short, bristly beard, more clean-cut than Troy.

Troy blatantly looked at Rocco’s junk. “What’s up with that?”

Rocco grimaced. “Accident.”

Troy looked at Quint and started laughing.

Quint joined in.

“An accident?!” Troy turned to Rocco. “What – did you finally meet a pussy that’s too tight for your huge fucking dick?”

Rocco grinned. “I’ll tell you all about it at training.”

Troy chuckled. “Can’t wait to hear that story…” He looked down at Rocco’s limp cock and chuckled. “Man, how long has your dick been wrapped up like that?”

Rocco grimaced. “More than a week.”

Troy burst out laughing. “Holy fuck! So you weren’t able to fuck, right? Had to rely on the old do-it-yourself method from highschool…” He made a lewd gesture with his hand that made Quint chuckle.

Rocco cleared his throat and finally managed to stuff his junk into his pants. Very carefully, he closed the buttons and turned to go.

“See you around”, Troy said, taking Rocco’s place at the urinal.

Rocco nodded and left the men’s room.

He looked to the side and saw Bucky standing outside, passing around his joint to a group of two hot girls and a handsome guy, all of them blond and in their early twenties. One of the girls was fondling Bucky’s hair, whispering something into his ear. The guy was on Bucky’s other side, running his hand over Bucky’s chest. The other girl was fumbling with Bucky’s belt buckle.

When Bucky saw Rocco, he waved at him. “Hey, dude!”

Rocco smiled. He looked into the bar. Someone had started a fight. Bar stools were flying and people were shouting. He saw the bouncer grabbing someone by the neck and pulling him out through the front door.

Rocco turned to Bucky again and walked over. “Hi”, he grinned. “Making new friends?”

Bucky grinned, taking another hit from the joint. “These are Anna, Frida and Björn. Say hi to my buddy Rocco.”

The three blonds smiled. “Hi, Rocco”, they said in unison.

“They’re from Sweden”, Bucky grinned, passing the joint to Björn who licked his lips and winked at Bucky.

Inside the bar, at the center of the fight, Shawn was throwing a fist at the bouncer, missing his face and stumbling forward. “Fuck you, dickhead!”

“Calm down, fucker”, the bouncer said in a deep voice. He was a black man in his late forties. Everything about him was huge: his muscular arms and legs, his paw-like hands, his boot-clad feet, and almost ridiculously big bulge in his crotch. He was wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt with the bar’s name on it that was stretched by his big belly. His head was bald and his nose looked like it had been broken on several occasions.

A crowd had formed around Shawn and the bouncer, screaming and shouting as Shawn staggered at the bouncer and tried to kick him in the groin.

For a man this big, the bouncer was moving surprisingly quickly. He avoided Shawn’s testicle-threatening attack and spun him around, pulling up his hand behind his back.

“Time to go”, the bouncer grunted and pushed Shawn towards the door.

“Fuck you, dickhead!” Shawn screamed in a drunken furor. “I’ll kick your fucking ass!”

One of the other patrons opened the door and the bouncer threw Shawn out onto the street.

The bouncer rubbed his hands. “Go home”, the bouncer said. He turned around to go back into the bar.

Shawn got up and stumbled towards him. He brought his foot back and sent it flying into the bouncer’s balls from behind. Shawn’s foot connected with the big mound with a resounding thud.

The patrons inside the bar let out a collective “Ooooooh.”, cringing and cupping their groins in sympathy.

The bouncer let out an annoyed grunt. Seemingly unfazed, he turned around and stared at Shawn who was hopping up and down like a manic lightweight boxer at his first prize fight.

“You trying to make me angry?” the bouncer growled slowly.

Shawn spat at him. “Fuck you, dick---“

He was interrupted by a hard, sudden kick to his crotch that lifted him off his feet. The bouncer’s boot slammed into his crotch, the tip of his foot catching Shawn’s package dead on.

In the alley, Rocco was leaning against the wall, flirting with Anna while Bucky was making out with Frida and Björn.

Suddenly, Rocco’s body convulsed and he let out an agonized grunt.


Rocco’s balls felt like they had exploded. He let out a gurgling groan and doubled over in pain.

In front of the bar, Shawn was cupping his crotch, moaning in pain. He looked up at the bouncer with a manic expression in his eyes. With an angry grunt, he lunged at him again, only to receive another hard, agonizing kick to his big, plump balls.


Rocco let out an anguished grunt and fell to his knees, his hands finding his crotch and cupping his huge, tender testicles.

Shawn got up and ran towards at the bouncer, screaming from the top of his lungs, running crotch-first into his knee.


Rocco threw his head back, groaning in agony, as another wave of electricity shocked his huge, meaty balls.

Shawn seemed to be in a state of trance. Despite the pain in his nuts he jumped at the bouncer again, receiving another hard kick to his balls.


Rocco grunted in pain, clutching his nuts, his body shaking, his eyes slowly rolling back into his head.

Shawn limped towards the bouncer and raised his hands. Before even clenching his fists, the bouncer kicked him in the nuts as hard as he could, making Shawn shriek from the top of his lungs.


Rocco let out an agonized roar, his body convulsing as he fell to the side.


Anna, Frida and Björn watched him, amused expressions on their faces. Björn adjusted his crotch, grinning.


Bucky stared at his buddy, his mind slowly trying to piece together what was going on.


The crowd inside the bar was watched the fight between Shawn and the bouncer. It was obvious whose side they were on. Every kick to Shawn’s crotch brought an eruption of cheers and applause.


Shawn kept screaming obscenities, grimacing in pain but refusing to give up. He stumbled towards the bouncer again.


Shawn’s voice cracked and he tumbled backwards, falling on his ass. “Fucking dickhead!” he whimpered.

The bouncer shook his head in disbelief. He stood in front of Shawn, lifted his foot back and stomped down on Shawn’s crotch hard, crunching his nuts under his soles and twisting his foot as if he was stomping out a cigarette, making sure to landing a truly devastating blow to Shawn’s chances of ever fathering children.

There was a sick sound of plastic cracking as Shawn’s eyes opened wide and turned inwards. He let out a retching cough and collapsed on the ground.


Rocco’s eyes were almost popping out from his skull. He was yelling hoarsely, writhing on the ground, his legs kicking, his hands clasping his bulge so hard that his knuckles were all white.

Blue sparks and smoke was emanating from Rocco’s crotch between his fingers and white, bubbly froth came out of his mouth.

Bucky stared at him, frozen. “Shit”, he finally mumbled. He ran inside and grabbed a pitcher of beer from the nearest table before rushing back outside and emptying its contents on Rocco’s crotch.


The electric sound stopped.

Rocco eyes twitched and his body relaxed. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed.

Suddenly his eyes opened wide and he stared at Bucky and the three Swedes. Then his eyes slowly moved towards his crotch.

There was the almost inaudible but unmistakable “bzt” sound of a short circuit.

Bucky and the Swedes looked at the huge, prominent bulge in Rocco’s groin.

“Bucky”, Rocco whispered hoarsely. “Fuck--- I think--- My balls---”


Suddenly Rocco's crotch burst into flames, bathing the dark alley in the warm and comforting light of a bonfire.

Rocco looked down at his flaming crotch, his eyes wide open in horror.

As if by instinct, Björn lifted his hiking boot clad foot up, and started to put out the fire, fiercely stomping down on Rocco's flaming crotch.

Again and again Björn’s foot slammed into Rocco’s crotch, flattening the huge bulge.

Rocco was paralyzed, his mouth wide open in a silent scream, staring at his groin, his eyes twitching.

With a final, brutal twist of his foot, Björn made sure that the fire was out.

Slowly, very slowly, Rocco looked up at Björn.

Björn turned to Bucky and smiled, self-confidently adjusting his crotch. “I’m with the fire department in Sweden.”

Bucky stared at him. “Well… Good work, dude… I guess…”

Rocco’s eyes rolled back into his head and he curled up in the fetal position, clutching his balls.

Bucky inhaled deeply. Fucking Shawn. Where was that son of a bitch?!

He went into the bar, looking around.

The patrons had returned to their places.

Bucky saw a familiar face standing near the door. He made his way through the bar and stood next to the bouncer.

“Hey, Al”, Bucky said, continuing to scan the room for his buddy. “How’s it going, dude?”

Al’s face lit up. “Hey, doc! Nice to see you”, he said in his deep bass voice. “It’s been a while, right?” He smiled at Bucky, running his hand over his bald head.

“A month, I think”, Bucky said. Shawn was nowhere in sight. “How is Ladybug?”

Al shrugged. “You know how they are. Always landing on their feet.” He bit his lower lip. “But I was thinking… We should come by soon for a follow-up, right?”

“Anything wrong with her?” Bucky asked.

“No, actually.” Al cleared his throat. “But--- I really think she needs to see you…”

Bucky grinned. “Sure.”

Al’s face was beaming with joy. “Great, man. Great!”

“Listen”, Bucky said. “Have you seen Shawn?”

Al’s face darkened. He pointed at the door.

“Oh”, Bucky said slowly.

Al nodded. “Tried to kick my nuts.”

“Shit, dude”, Bucky said, taking a step back and looking at Al’s crotch. “You hurt?”

Al grinned. “Nah.” He knocked his knuckles at his groin, eliciting a dull, hollow sound. “I’m protected.”

Bucky chuckled. “Good for you, dude.” He headed out the door into the street.

“See you soon, doc!” Al shouted.

The door closed behind Bucky. It took a little while until Bucky had found Shawn.

The drunk redhead was lying in the parking lot, curling up in a little ball, clutching his crotch, gibbering incoherently.

“What the fuck, dude?” Bucky exclaimed.

“Hey”, Shawn turned his head, grimacing in pain but grinning weakly.

“Give me the remote, dude”, Bucky demanded, extending his hand.

Shawn reached inside his jeans and started pulling out pieces of plastic, grimacing in pain.

“Rocco is back there, out cold, dude”, Bucky said. “You totally fried his nuts! I mean, sparks and smoke and shit. And the smell, dude! Like someone burnt a steak!”

Shawn laughed before groaning and cupping his balls in pain. “Awesome”, he croaked.

Bucky stared at him. “Shawn! You should have seen it! Rocco’s junk burst into flames!”

“What? Really? Fucking awesome!” Shawn burst out laughing, which made the pain in his nuts even worse. He curled up on the floor, laughing and groaning. “That was totally worth it! Totally fucking worth it!”

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Fun and games: Ace of spades

 Special thanks to Lucas. This story is for you!

“Ace of spades. What a lame name for a card game”, Zach chuckled.

“It’s the challenges that make it interesting”, Sammy grinned. “I’ve brought a couple of things with me. I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun.”

Kev rubbed his hands. “Alright, let’s go. How does it work?”

The three guys were sitting on the ground in a circle.

20 year old Kev was wearing jeans and a white tank top that showed off his muscular arms. He ran his hand tough his brown hair and looked at Sammy expectantly.

Sammy was sitting on his knees. At 18, the cute, freckled redhead was the youngest of the group, wearing jeans and a t-shirt just like Zach.

Zach was on Sammy’s left. The handsome stud with the blond hair was as old as Kev. He was sitting with his legs spread wide apart, probably due to the enormous size of his genitals. He sported a truly massive dick and huge pair of low-hanging balls that got him into trouble on a regular basis…

“It goes like this”, Sammy said with a grin. “Before each round we determine a task. Then we draw cards. The guy with the lowest card has to perform the task.”

Zach rolled his eyes, leaned back and yawned. “Boring”, he sighed.

“Let him finish”, Kev chuckled, throwing a playful slap at the big bulge between Zach’s thighs.

Zach let out a yelp as Kev’s knuckles connected with his nuts, causing Kev and Sammy to burst out laughing.

“The ace of spades ends the game”, Sammy continued, grinning at Zach who was groaning and massaging his package. “When someone draws the ace of spades, it’s over.”

“Boring”, Zach croaked, grimacing in pain.

“What happens to the one who drew the ace of spades?” Kev asked.

“Good question, sir”, Sammy said with a grin. “That’d be the loser, and the other guys can have fun with him for the rest of the night.”

Kev let out a laugh.

Zach had a skeptical expression on his face. “Who comes up with a shitty game like that?” he mumbled.

“I saw it in a porn movie”, Sammy shrugged. “It looked fun.”

“I bet it is”, Kev chuckled, slapping his hands on his thighs. “Come on, let’s start!” He looked at Zach who was leaning back, resting on his elbows. “Come on, don’t be a party pooper. This is going to be fun!” He raised his fist and sent it crashing down on Zach’s nuts, flattening the prominent bulge in his jeans and making him cry out in pain.

“Fuck, my nuts!” Zach groaned, doubling over.

Kev burst out laughing.

Suddenly, Sammy reached over and slapped Kev’s sack with the back of his hand, shutting him up immediately.

“Got you”, Sammy chuckled.

“Yeah, you got me good”, Kev moaned. “Come on, let’s start the game before we’re all sterile…”

Sammy let out a laugh. “Alright. Well, first we have to determine a task for the first round.” He looked at Zach and Kev expectantly while he was shuffling a deck of cards. When he saw that both Zach and Kev were preoccupied with the pain in their balls, he sighed and said, “Alright, let’s speed this up a bit. What about this: The loser has to kiss the guy on his left.”

Zach grimaced and groaned. “I don’t know.”

“You a bad kisser, Zach?” Kev chuckled. “Okay, let’s do it. But there’s got to be some tongue action.”

Zach raised his arms in protest.

Before he had a chance to voice his objection, Kev smacked his balls with the back of his hand.

Zach coughed and doubled over, clutching his groin.

Sammy laughed and placed the deck of cards face-down in the middle between the three guys.

“Two against one. You’re overruled, Zach”, Kev said cheerfully before taking the top card from the deck. “Draw a card, buddy.”

Zach and Sammy drew their cards.

Simultaneously, they turned them face-up.

Sammy had drawn the seven of clubs, Zach’s card was the Jack of hearts, and Kev was stuck with the lowest card, the six of hearts.

Kev chuckled and shook his head. “Damn.” He looked to the player on his left, Zach. “Alright, buddy, looks like we’re gonna have to make out…”

Without further ado, Kev leaned over, grabbed Zach’s head and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips.

Zach let out a muffled grunt and tried to back away, but Kev held his head in place.

“Yeah!” Sammy laughed, crawling over to the two guys to have a closer look. “Come on, where’s the  tongue? Where’s the tongue?”

Zach was keeping his lips tightly shut while Kev was trying to press his tongue into Zach’s mouth.

“Let me help you”, Sammy chuckled and grabbed the fat bulge in Zach’s jeans, squeezing hard.

Zach let out a muffled yelp which was enough of an opening for Kev to slide his tongue into Zach’s mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it!” Sammy chuckled, kneading and twisting Zach’s package. “Work it, guys!” He laughed and grabbed the big bulge in Kev’s jeans, squeezing hard. “Come on, it’s not a real kiss if you don’t spring a boner!”

Kev let go of Zach’s head and pried Sammy’s hand away from his groin. “Let go, you little fucker…”

Sammy let go of the two nutsacks.

Zach was panting heavily, his head red and heated. He spat and doubled over, cupping his crotch.

Sammy was laughing his ass off. “Awesome, guys. Come on, round two.”

“You’re really into this, huh?” Kev chuckled, massaging his massive bulging manhood.

“Well, judging from your hard-on, you’re into it, too”, Sammy grinned.

Kev laughed. “Yeah, well, what can I say… Zach is an awesome kisser...” He winked at Zach who shifted uncomfortably. “Only joking, buddy”, Kev chuckled, delivering a playful slap to Zach’s nuts.

Zach yelped in pain. “Come on, let’s move on to round two”, he croaked, cupping his nuts.

Sammy grinned. “Let’s move on to second base”, he suggested.

Zach groaned. “What are you up to, now?”

Sammy grinned. “Loser strips naked”, he grinned.

Kev clapped his hands, laughing. “Good one! But let’s up the ante: Loser strips naked – and then he strips the other two players.”

Sammy chuckled. “I like your thinking. Let’s do it.”

Zach frowned at him. “Well, I don’t. So---“

“It’s our two votes against your one vote. You’re overruled again”, Kev grinned.

Zach let out an annoyed grunt. “Alright”, he mumbled.

Each of them drew a card and showed it.

This time, Sammy came up the loser with a two of diamonds against Kev’s ten of hearts and Zach’s five of spades.

“Alright”, Sammy chuckled and stripped naked within seconds. He playfully grabbed his semi-hard dick and his nice sack of dangling balls and wiggled them.

Kev let out a wholf-whistle, making Sammy laugh out loud.

“Now get up so I can strip you”, Sammy said.

He took Kev’s clothes of first, revealing his trained, athletic body and his impressive set of genitals. His dick was almost fully hard, and his big, plump balls were dangling low in their sack.

Next up was Zach who grimaced uncomfortably while Sammy was stripping him naked. Sammy took his time, taking off Zach’s shirt and caressing his naked, muscular chest, playfully pinching his erect nipples and making Zach squirm and slap Sammy’s hands away.

“Watch it”, Zach growled.

“Wait till I get my hands on that massive schlong of yours”, Sammy said with a wink, grabbing Zach’s crotch and massaging it through the fabric of his jeans.

Zach inhaled sharply.

Sammy looked him in the eyes and slowly got down on his knees, never breaking eye-contact. “Let’s see”, he whispered in a playfully seductive voice.

Kev chuckled.

Sammy undid Zach’s belt, opened the buttons of his fly and pulled down his jeans, making him step out of them before touching the waistband of Zach’s boxer briefs that were ill-equipped to hide the massive boner that was stretching the fabric.

“Ooooh”, Sammy cooed, rubbing his cheek over the outline of Zach’s huge, meaty tool. Slowly, he pulled down Zach’s underwear, revealing the thick base of his hard dick. “There it is”, Sammy whispered before pulling Zach’s boxer briefs all the way down, freeing his dick that promptly whipped up and smacked against Sammy’s chin.

Kev burst out laughing.

“Ouch, careful with that thing”, Sammy grinned, grabbing Zach’s fat cock by the shaft and jerking it slowly.

Zach shifted uncomfortable. His face told volumes. He enjoyed it when someone admired his mammoth dick but he wasn’t all that comfortable when said someone happened to be male.

When Sammy stuck out his tongue and gave the tip of Zach’s dick a quick lick, Zach took a step back and muttered, “Hey, that’s enough. You said nothing about a blowjob.”

Sammy chuckled and gave Zach’s fat, plump nuts a playful squeeze. “We’ll save that for later”, he grinned. “Those suckers feel like they are full to the brim and dying for release…”

Zach shifted uncomfortably.

Kev laughed. “Hey, I feel a bit left out. Let’s continue with the game. What do we do for round three?”

“What about a blowjob?” Sammy suggested, winking at Zach.

“Nah”, Zach said quickly, shaking his head.

“What about a kick in the nuts instead?” Kev suggested.

Zach let out a groan.

Sammy and Kev looked at him.

“It’s your decision, buddy”, Kev smiled. “Blowjob or nutkick?”

Zach sighed. “Nutkick.”

“Alright”, Kev said cheerfully. “Loser gets a kick in the nuts from each of the other players.”

Sammy grinned at Zach. “I think it’s your time to lose, isn’t it? I’d love to kick those big fat danglers into next week.”

Zach shifted uncomfortably.

Each of them drew a card, and Kev lost with a six of diamonds against Zach’s queen of hearts and  Sammy’s nine of spades.

Zach’s face lit up.

“Lucky bastard”, Kev chuckled and spread his legs, putting his hands behind his head. “Come on, give it your best shot.”

“You bet”, Zach grinned. He drew his leg back and sent it crashing into Kev’s manhood, smashing both of his precious jewels into his body and making him let out a throaty cough.

“Good one”, Kev whispered hoarsely, doubling over, his hands on his knees. He looked up at Sammy, grimacing in pain. “Think you can do better?”

“I’ll try”, Sammy grinned. “Spread ‘em…”

Kev did as he was told and Sammy kicked his nuts as hard as he could. The lanky redhead’s bare foot slammed into Kev’s juicy balls and flattened them into his pelvis.

Kev groaned in agony, doubling over instantly and cupping his crotch, his knees turning inward.

“Nice”, Zach grinned. “Don’t you agree, Kev?”

Kev nodded quickly. “Yep. Very nice”, he whispered in a strained voice. “You crunched them good and hard.”

Sammy laughed. “Okay, what do we do for round four?”

“No nutshots”, Kev said quickly.

Zach shrugged.

Sammy smiled brightly. “I think it’s time I showed you what I brought…” He fetched a little box and opened it.

Zach and Kev peeked inside, and Kev let out a laugh.

Sammy reached into the box and held up a shiny steel cock ring. “Loser has to put this one on. What do you say.”

Zach’s eyes widened. “No way.”

“I like it”, Kev grinned, glancing at Zach. “His winning streak has to be over soon.”

Zach shook his head violently. “No w---“

“You’re overruled”, Kev grinned. “Loser puts on the cock ring.”

They drew cards and showed them one by one.

Zach had a three of clubs and squirmed. “Fuck”, he mumbled.

Sammy’s card was a queen of clubs and grinned at Zach, glancing at his huge, rock-hard dick. “Damn, how are we going to get that thing through the ring? Do you think it’ll fit?”

Zach looked miserable. “Fuck”, he mumbled again.

When Kev revealed his card, Zach let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god”, he grinned.

Kev looked at his card, the two of spades, and shrugged. “Looks like your winning streak isn’t over with…”

Zach grinned, grabbing his fat, hard dick by the base and slapping its head against his thigh with a loud smack. “I guess I’m a lucky boy…”

Kev and Sammy laughed.

“Alright, let’s get this over with”, Kev said.

Sammy handed him the cock ring, and Kev applied it to his genitals, stuffing his big balls and his chubby dick through it before looking down at his crotch. “Suits me, doesn’t it?” he said with a cheeky grin.

Sammy chuckled and reached for Kev’s manhood. “Yeah, looks great on you”, he said, giving Kev’s bulging balls a playful squeeze that made Kev squirm in pain.

Zach and Sammy chuckled as Kev grimaced and cupped his genitals.

“What do we do for round five?” Sammy grinned.

“You know what would really hurt?” Zach chuckled. “Getting a punch in the nads while wearing a cock ring…”

Sammy laughed out loud. “Oh yeah, I like that.”

Kev grimaced. “What makes you so sure that I’ll lose this round?”

Zach shrugged. “Looks like I’m pretty lucky tonight.”

Kev chuckled. “You’ll get what’s coming to you soon enough…”

“Okay, so we’re set? Loser gets a punch in the nuts from the other two?” Sammy asked.

Kev and Zach nodded.

“Nice”, Sammy said.

When Kev drew a three of hearts, he rolled his eyes. “Damn.”

When Zach drew a jack of diamonds and Sammy followed up with a queen of spades, Kev inhaled deeply. “You lucky bastards!” he shook his head in disbelief before spreading his legs, letting his vulnerable testicles dangle between his thighs. “So go on and punch them!”

Sammy knelt down in front of him and punched Kev’s nuts as hard as he could. His knuckles collided with Kev’s bulging balls with a sickening splat that made Zach squirm in sympathy and Kev scream from the top of his lungs and cover his aching nuts.

Kev’s face was a mask of pain as he brought his hands behind his back and nodded at Zach. “Let’s get it over with.”

Zach chuckled and hit Kev’s balls with a nut-crunching uppercut that flattened Kev’s beefy balls like pancakes, making him let out a high-pitched wail before he collapsed on the ground.

“Fuck”, Kev whimpered, writhing on the ground in agony, cupping his crotch.

“I guess you were right: getting punched in the nads while wearing a cock ring really hurts”, Sammy dead-panned.

Zach chuckled. “Looks like it does…”

Sammy grinned and looked at Kev, pointing at the stack of cards. “Ready for round six?”

Kev let out a groan.

“You know what would really hurt”, Zach grinned. “Getting kicked in the nads while wearing a cock ring…”

Sammy let out a laugh. “Nice one! But getting kicked several times would probably hurt even more…”

Zach chuckled. “Yeah, I bet it would. Say, loser gets three kicks from the others?”

Kev moaned.

“Okay”, Sammy grinned. “That’s round six.”

Sammy and Zach drew their cards and waited patiently until Kev was able to continue playing.

Zach showed his card and grinned. Nine of hearts.

When Kev and Sammy revealed their cards, Zach paled. King of diamonds and jack of clubs.

“Well”, Sammy grinned. “Looks like your winning streak has come to an end… Spread your legs, man.”

Zach grimaced and stood with his legs spread wide apart, his huge, meaty balls dangling invitingly between his thighs.

Sammy brought his leg back and sent it crashing in between Zach’s thighs, crunching his nuts as hard as he could.

Zach’s eyes clenched shut and he let out an anguished grunt, doubling over and nursing his balls.

Sammy grinned. “I guess getting kicked in the nuts hurts even if you’re not wearing a cock ring…”

Kev chuckled.

“Come on, there are five more kicks waiting”, Sammy grinned.

Zach grimaced in pain and assumed his position again.

Sammy didn’t waste a second before kicking Zach’s oversized testicles with all the force he could muster. His aim was a little off, though.

Zach wailed in pain and sank to his knees, clutching his sore, aching nuts.

“Ouch, that was all lefty”, Kev chuckled, nursing his own battered balls in sympathy.

“But it was a good one”, Sammy said, watching Zach rock back and forth on his knees, his face contorted in pain.

“Yeah”, Kev nodded.

“I’m gonna hit them both on the next kick”, Sammy said.

Kev nodded again. “Yeah, go for it.”

A moment later, Zach was on his feet again, his face pale and sweaty, his legs trembling.

Sammy took a couple of steps back and, with a running start, smashed his foot into Zach’s dangling plums, flattening them like pancakes and eliciting a shrill, tortured squeal from Zach’s mouth.

Zach collapsed on the ground, groaning and moaning and writhing in agony.

Sammy looked at Kev with a proud smile.

“Good work”, Kev chuckled. “Now it’s my turn.”

“I tenderized them for you”, Sammy grinned. “Now you finish him.”

Kev let out a laugh.

It took a while for Zach to get up. His face was a mask of pain when he stood in front of Kev, clutching his goods.

Kev smiled at him. “Let go of your balls, Zach, or I can’t kick them.”

Zach let out a miserable moan but he complied and put his hands behind his back, revealing the extralarge eggs in his sack.

“Eww”, Kev grimaced in mock-sympathy when he saw the two red, swollen orbs. “Looks painful.”

Zach opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by a mean, hard kick to his nuggets that lifted him off the ground, squashing his tender nuts into his pelvis.

When he landed on the ground, he was met with a second kick that smashed his dangling bits hard and made him jump up again, screaming from the top of his lungs.

Kev followed up with a devastating third kick that connected perfectly with both of Zach’s testicles, squishing them flat and making Zach gag and retch as he collapsed on the ground, squirming and spasming, making all kinds of funny noises.

“Awesome!” Sammy burst out laughing. “You really turned his nuts into peanut butter!”

Kev grinned, shrugging humbly. “You do what you can, right?”

Sammy chuckled.

Five minutes later, Zach had sufficiently recovered. His big, bulging ballsack was red and swollen, and he fondled his nuts with a pained expression on his face.

“So what do we do for round seven?” Sammy asked.

“What do you say, Zach, some more kicks?” Kev grinned.

“No fucking way”, Zach mumbled, grimacing in pain.

“What about this?” Sammy asked, reaching into his box of goodies and producing a very impressive chastity device.

“Wow”, Kev chuckled. “Look at that!

„It’s the Master Series Deluxe Chastity Cage”, Sammy said with a grin, “complete with a ball restraint, an anal plug and a urethral sound.”

“Holy shit”, Kev laughed. “That doesn’t look fun at all…”

“What do you say, loser get locked in it?” Sammy suggested.

Kev grimaced. “I don’t know. What do you think, Zach.”

Zach groaned. “No way.”

Kev chuckled. “Well, but I’d sure love to see how this thing works…” He glanced at Zach’s massive equipment. “Do you think it’s big enough to accommodate your needs?”

Zach scoffed. “There’s no need to find out…”

Kev looked at Sammy and grinned. “Let’s do it.”

“Alright”, Sammy said. “It’s decided. Loser gets locked in the cage.”

The guys drew their cards and revealed them one by one.

Sammy had an eight of diamonds, and Kev had a two of hearts.

When Zach revealed his card, his face lit up. “Ace of clubs!” he yelled. “Thank god!” He looked at Sammy and grinned. “Can I apply it to Kev? I’d love to shove that sound down his cock!”

Sammy and Kev looked at him, grinning with amusement.

“You do realize that the ace is the lowest card, right?” Kev chuckled.

“What?!” Zach stared at him. “But – I thought it was the highest!” He looked at Sammy, a desperate expression on his face.

Sammy shook his head with a smile. “Nope. Lowest.”

“But---“ Zach looked down at his crotch, his eyes wide in terror. “No! No!”

“Sorry, buddy”, Kev said and reached for the chastity device. “Looks like we’ll find out if it’s big enough for you…”

It turned out that locking Zach into the chastity device was no small feat. Even if his nuts hadn’t been as swollen as they were, it would have been difficult to apply the ball restraint. But Sammy and Kev worked together and finally managed to arrest his balls.

The butt plug was easier than they had thought, though. Sammy spread Zach’s hole and Kev shoved the big metal ball into it. Zach didn’t look too happy having his ass stuffed to capacity, but his eyes were fixed on the gruesome looking sounding device and his mind seemed occupied with the prospect of having it shoved down his dick…

It took a lot of effort until Sammy and Kev had pushed it all the way down Zach’s dick, and Zach’s squirming and protesting certainly didn’t help. A couple of hard slaps to Zach’s balls helped, though, and finally, Zach was firmly locked in the Master Series Deluxe Chastity Cage.

His fat dick looked ridiculous, pressing against the cage. It looked as if someone had tried to fit a king size salami into a bizarre egg cup. Zach’s meaty shaft was bulging against its constraints and it looked seriously uncomfortable.

Judging from the look on Zach’s face, it was just as uncomfortable as it looked.

Kev and Sammy watched their handiwork, grinning.

“Perfect”, Kev laughed and high-fived Sammy.

“Ready for round eight?” Sammy grinned at Zach.

Zach looked miserable, tugging at the solid metal cage around his dick with a desperate sigh.

“What are we gonna do next?” Sammy asked.

“You know what would really hurt?” Kev said with a mean grin, glancing at Zach. “Getting punched in the nads while wearing a chastity device.”

“Ohhh”, Sammy cringed, chuckling. “Awesome idea…”

“Loser gets punched in the nuts twice by the other two?” Kev grinned.

“I guess my vote doesn’t count”, Zach mumbled.

“Actually, it doesn’t”, Sammy said cheerfully. “We’ll do it.”

They drew their cards and revealed them one by one.

Sammy’s card was a four of diamonds, and Kev got a seven of spades.

When Zach revealed his card, he let out a frustrated howl. Two of clubs.

“Yes!” Kev and Sammy yelled in unison.

Zach looked like he was about to puke.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy, spread your legs”, Kev grinned, patting Zach’s shoulder.

Reluctantly, Zach got up and stood with his legs wide apart.

“It’s all about the right technique”, Kev explained to Sammy, grabbing Zach’s caged dong. “With the cock cage in the way you have to hit those fat suckers from below. That way they’ll slam into the cage and you have a nice additional source of pain.”

“Sounds good”, Sammy said. “Want to go first?”

“Sure”, Kev said and knelt in front of Zach. “Do it just like this.” He balled his fist and threw a mean uppercut at Zach’s dangling babymakers, smashing them hard and eliciting a high-pitched wail.

“See?” Kev chuckled. “Try it!”

Sammy nodded and took Kev’s position, kneeling in front of Zach.

“Hit them as hard as you can”, Kev said.

Sammy focused on his target and hit it hard, flattening Zach’s juicy gonads and making him yell in pain.

“Not bad”, Kev said. “Not bad, but we can do better. Look at this.” He changed positions with Sammy and rammed his fist into Zach’s precious jewels, all but turning them into diamond dust. Zach’s eyes filled with tears as he let out an agonized howl that made Sammy cringe in sympathy.

“You seen it?” Kev said, chuckling.

Sammy nodded and got into position.

“Try it”, Kev said.

Sammy bit his lower lip. Then he punched Zach’s nuts with all the force he could muster. His bony knuckles dug into the soft flesh of Zach’s trapped testicles, squashing them upwards and into the hard metal cock cage.

Zach’s reaction was delayed by a split second. His eyes widened and rolled back into his head, his mouth opened in a silent scream before an ear-piercing wail escaped his lips that sounded like a buffalo trying out for the “International School of Yodeling”.

Kev and Sammy watched Zach collapse on the ground, kicking his legs, screaming in agony.

“That was awesome”, Kev laughed. “He’ll be feeling that one for weeks!”

Sammy chuckled and looked at Zach who was rolling around in pain. “Oh yeah…”

They watched him for a couple of minutes.

Finally, they sat down in a circle again. Zach was sitting on his knees, grimacing in pain and shifting uncomfortably.

His balls looked bruised, battered and badly swollen, and his locked dick didn’t look any better. On top of that, the butt plug made it impossible for him to sit properly. He felt it whenever he made a move.

“Round nine”, Sammy said.

“Why don’t we do something nice now?” Kev suggested.

“What do you have in mind?” Sammy asked.

“I don’t know”, Kev shrugged. “Something humiliating but not too painful.”

Sammy shrugged. “What about a blowjob?”

“Loser sucks the player to his right?” Kev nodded. “Yeah, why not.” He looked to his left and chuckled. “I hope you lose, Zach. Can’t wait to see your lips wrapped around my dick…”

Zach looked nervous, shifting uncomfortably and playing with the cage that his huge cock was locked in.

They drew their cards.

Zach let out a relieved sigh when he looked at his card, the king of hearts. Kev had a ten of diamonds, and Sammy’s card was an eight of spades.

Sammy didn’t seem too upset about losing. He looked at Zach and grinned. “Looks like we have to free your cock for a moment…”

Zach smiled. “Finally.”

Kev let out a laugh. “Hey, you’ve been locked up for what – five minutes?”

“Feels longer”, Zach mumbled.

“Don’t worry”, Sammy grinned. “I’ll give you a quick blowjob and then we’ll lock you up again…”

Zach let out a desperate sigh.

Sammy unlocked the chastity cage and slowly pulled the sound out of Zach’s dick, making him inhale sharply.

Zach’s cock was chubby and sweaty.

Sammy looked at it with hungry eyes, licking his lips. He lifted the fat cock by the tip and ran his tongue up and down Zach’s shaft.

Zach was rock-hard within seconds.

Sammy grinned and opened his mouth as far as he could before taking the head of Zach’s dick into his mouth and sucking on it as if he was licking a lollipop.

Zach closed his eyes, letting out a deep moan.

Sammy ran his tongue over the pulsing head. Then he looked up and winked at Zach before he dug his teeth into the sensitive skin of Zach’s shaft, nibbling at it like a dog playing with a particularly juicy bone.

Zach yelped in pain and surprise.

“Ouch”, Kev chuckled. “That’s not a blowjob, it’s a bitejob…”

Sammy let out a laugh. He jerked Zach’s heavy, meaty cock with both of his hands while happily sucking on its tip.

“How does it taste?” Kev inquired with a grin.

“Awesome”, Sammy mumbled. He jerked Zach’s dick quickly, making Zach moan and groan in pleasure.

“Do you think you can fit it all down your throat?” Kev grinned.

“It’s worth a try”, Sammy said before sliding Zach’s heavy cock further and further down his throat, his eyes bulging when it tickled his nostrils.

“Wow”, Kev laughed, clapping his hands when Sammy’s chin touched Zach’s balls.

“Oh fuck”, Zach whispered, panting heavily. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Quickly, Sammy pulled back, letting Zach’s fat member slip out of his mouth.

“Oh no, you are not”, he said with a cheeky grin, drool running out of his mouth. He grabbed Zach’s big, fat, swollen balls that were restrained by the chastity device, one in each hand, squeezed as hard as he could while twisting them in opposite directions.

Zach’s eyes crossed and he let out a throaty cough.

“Ooooooh”, Kev cringed in sympathy, cupping his own nuts.

Zach was breathing heavily.

Sammy continued twisting and squeezing his nuts, yanking them back and forth and up and sideways, effectively ruining poor Zach’s orgasm and stopping him from cumming.

With a mean grin, Sammy took the cock cage started shoving the sound back into Zach’s cock.

“What are you doing?” Zach stared at him, his eyes wide in terror.

“Locking you up again”, Sammy said cheerfully.

“You can’t do that!” Zach protested.

“Oh, sure I can”, Sammy chuckled, nodding in satisfaction when the sound was all the way down Zach’s cock.

Zach turned to Kev, a desperate expression on his face. “He can’t do that!”

“Sure he can”, Kev chuckled.

“But he was to give me a blowjob!” Zach whispered while Sammy tried his best to shove Zach’s fat dick back into the chastity cage.

“I did”, Sammy shrugged, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of Zach’s cock in order to fit it into the far-too-small cage.

Zach let out an anguished yell. “But---“

“No but. We never said anything about letting you cum”, Sammy said casually, roughly manhandling trouble with Zach’s big, fat cock.

Zach screamed in agony. “But---“

“He’s right, Zach”, Kev chuckled. “We never said anything about letting you cum…”

Finally, Sammy had managed to lock the monster up. “Done”, he said, wiping his forehead. “Damn, I hope we don’t have to do this again…”

Zach looked down at his crotch and let out a frustrated whimper. “But---“

“Just get over it”, Kev said with a laugh. “It’s not like you’ll have to wear that thing for eternity.”

“Unless I happen to lose the key”, Sammy said, looking at Kev with a conspiratorial grin.

“Sure, things like that have been known to happen”, Kev chuckled, winking at Sammy.

“Or, say, the key gets damaged so it won’t fit anymore”, Sammy added, placing the key on the ground in front of Kev.

“Damn, that would be bad luck”, Kev nodded, looking around until his eyes fell on Sammy’s box. He reached inside and produced a hammer. “You mean like this, right?” He sent the hammer smashing down on the key, making Zach scream in protest.

Sammy and Kev looked down at the key.

“Looks like it could still work”, Sammy said.

Kev nodded. Then he brought the hammer down hard more than a dozen times until the key was an almost unrecognizable piece of metal.

“No!” Zach gasped, kneeling down to pick up the key. “No!”

Kev and Sammy burst out laughing.

“What have you done?!” Zach whispered.

“Don’t worry, Zach, we’re just fucking with you”, Kev chuckled. “We’ll use the spare key when we’re finished with the game…”

Zach let out a sigh of relief.

Kev turned to Sammy and muttered under his breath. “You have a spare key, right?”

Sammy raised his eyebrows. “Umm. I think I do. I’d have to search my apartment…”

Kev grimaced. “Ouch.”

“Okay, come on, guys”, Zach said. “Let’s continue. I want to get out of this thing!”

“Alright”, Sammy said. “Round ten. What are we gonna do?”

Zach thought for a moment. Then a grin appeared on his face. “Loser gets ten kicks in the nuts from the other two.”

Kev and Sammy stared at him, raising their eyebrows.

“You sure?” Sammy said slowly.

Zach nodded. “I got a feeling that my losing streak is ending now. Right now. And I can’t wait to kick you in the nuts!”

“You really sure?” Kev asked.

“Absolutely”, Zach said. “Let’s do this.”

“Alright”, Sammy shrugged.

The three guys drew their cards and revealed them one by one.

Sammy had a five of clubs.

Kev had a five of hearts.

They looked at Zach expectantly.

Ace of spades.

Zach stared at his card in disbelief. “Oh no”, he whispered in a toneless voice.

Sammy and Kev burst out laughing, high-fiving each other and cheering wildly.

“Oh no”, Zach repeated.

“Oh yes!” Kev yelled, clapping his hands.

“This is awesome!” Sammy chuckled. “First we’re gonna give him the ten kicks.”

“Let’s make it twenty”, Kev chimed in. “For the fun of it.”

“Alright”, Sammy said. “Then we try out the big black dildo that I brought.”

“This one?” Kev asked, pulling it out of the box. “Or this one?” He held up another slightly smaller but equally impressive dildo.

“What about both?” Sammy grinned.

Kev laughed. “Great idea! Oh, and what about these anal beads?”

“Sure. There has to be a ball parachute in there somewhere.”

“Here it is! Wait, is this a paddle?”

“Let me have a look. I know I brought a stun gun.”

“And here’s a pair of pliers.”

“It’s going to be a long night!”

Zach was still staring at the ace of spades. “Oh no.”