Friday, August 28, 2015

No holes barred (Nick meets Logan)

Special thanks to Nick for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who thinks sex and ballbusting don't mix!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” I asked.

Logan looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry”, the 18 year old wrestler said. He ran his hand through his short blond hair and winked at me. He must have sensed my qualms. “I mean it. Don’t worry, Alex”, he repeated.

I looked over to Logan’s opponent.

Nick was five years older than Logan. An athletic, lanky guy with ash-brown hair and a demeaning smile on his face. I knew those types. From the very start I had a bad feeling about him.

A couple of months ago, Nick had sent me an email asking for a meeting with Logan. After some back and forth, I set it up. Nick wanted to fight Logan, and he had left no doubt about what was going to happen to the loser. This was going to be a tough fight, and someone was going to get fucked.

I hadn’t expected Logan to accept the challenge so easily. After all, he was straight and in a relationship with a rather jealous young lady, and one thing was clear: At the end of the match, either Logan was going to stick his dick into Nick’s hole, or Logan’s own tight asshole would get a good stretching. Either way, there was going to be hot, hard sex. Then again, Logan was no coward. And apparently he was looking forward to teaching Nick a lesson.

Logan’s tight blue boxer briefs were showing off his massive erection. His big, juicy balls were hugged tightly below.

Nick was dressed in a pair of black briefs that were bulging with a pair of balls that looked bigger than Logan’s, and a fat dick that looked pretty impressive as well.

“You’re looking forward to getting fucked by this, huh?” Nick grinned, grabbing his package.

Logan smiled. “We’ll see. Maybe you’ll be the one to get fucked.”

I grimaced. This was not going to be pretty.

Nick let out a derisive laugh. “Nobody has fucked my ass – and those who have tried don’t have balls anymore!”

“You’re funny”, Logan chuckled.

Nick smirked at him. “Let’s see if you like my humor when you’re face down on the ground, speared by my cock.”

Logan let out a laugh. “Yeah, let’s see.”

I cleared my throat. “Alright”, I said. “Let’s start. Remember, guys, fight fair! No hitting below the---“

The two hot guys didn’t wait for me to finish the sentence. They lunged at each other, grunting when their bodies smashed together.

“Here we go”, I mumbled, taking a step back.

Nick and Logan grappled, both of them struggling to get the upper hand.

Finally, Nick managed to sneak his hand between Logan’s thighs and he squeezed the bulging package as hard as he could.

Logan let out a grunt. “You like to fight dirty, huh?” he muttered, grimacing in pain.

“Only against pretty boys like you”, Nick sneered, twisting his hand and making Logan groan in pain.

Logan managed to shove Nick away.

“I can fight dirty, too, you know?” Logan grunted, rubbing his nuts.

The two guys circled each other.

“Oooooh – I’m scared!” Nick said in a sarcastic voice. “Somebody help me! The pretty boy is going to crack my nuts!”

“You’re damn right”, Logan grunted.

Nick let out a laugh. “You couldn’t crack my nuts if I put them in a nutcracker for you!”

Logan grinned. “You think so?”

“You think so?” Nick aped him.

Logan’s smile vanished and his eyes narrowed.

With an angry grunt, he lunged at Nick, throwing him to the ground and reaching between his legs, getting a good handful of Nick’s bulging balls. Logan’s fingers closed around them and he started squeezing hard.

Nick let out a low grunt through his gritted teeth. “Is that all you got?!”

Logan twisted and kneaded Nick’s nuts, squishing them in his vise-like grip.

Nick was groaning and moaning, trying to pry Logan’s hand away from his precious valuables, but Logan maintained his grip, and Nick’s pulling on Logan’s hand only caused him more pain as his nuts were yanked and squeezed and twisted at the same time.

Nick threw his head back, groaning in pain.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Logan mumbled, squashing Nick’s big balls with all the force he could muster.

Nick let out an anguished grunt and smacked his palm against Logan’s head, startling him and causing him to release his grip on Nick’s balls for just a moment.

That was enough for Nick to throw Logan onto his back, pinning his arms against the floor. “Watch and learn”, Nick whispered into Logan’s ear. “This is how you fight dirty!” He rammed his knee between Logan’s thighs, catching both of Logan’s juicy balls dead-on and ramming them into his body.

Logan let out a scream, and Nick followed up with another hard knee between Logan’s legs.

Then he rolled to the side, allowing Logan to curl up in a ball, clutching his nuts, while Nick watched him, a mean grin on his pain-contorted face as he rubbed his own sore balls.

“How does that feel, pretty boy?” Nick sneered.

“Fuck you”, Logan grunted, his face a mask of pain.

Nick laughed. “No, princess, it’s you who’s gonna get fucked!” He got up, grabbed Logan’s underwear by the waistband and pulled it up as far as he could, giving him a major wedgie and yanking him up from the floor.

Logan screamed in pain as his nuts were squished into his body.

Nick sneered, yanking on Logan’s underwear until he ripped them off, exposing Logan’s pale ass, his big, meaty dick and his fat, low-hanging balls.

With a laugh, Nick threw the shredded boxer briefs away.

Logan was on all fours, groaning in pain.

Nick reached between his legs from behind and grabbed his nuts, pulling them back along with his dick.

Logan was screaming in agony as he was lifted up by his nuts.

“Look at you now, princess”, Nick sneered. “Do you like it when I call you princess?”

Logan was barely able to support himself with his hands as his feet were kicking wildly, his body weight resting on his vulnerable genitals.

Nick yanked Logan up, eliciting another scream.

“Do you like it when I call you princess?” Nick repeated, squeezing Logan’s nuts hard. “Answer me.”

“Fuck you”, Logan groaned.

Nick laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He grinned. “Princess.”

Without letting go of Logan’s manhood, Nick lowered Logan’s body, making him lie on his side, his dick and balls exposed below his ass, trapped by his closed thighs.

Nick sat down on Logan’s hip, making sure that Logan wasn’t able to move. He raised his hand and smacked Logan’s unprotected nuts with his palm.

The sound of his hand connecting with Logan’s meaty gonads echoed through the room, and Nick roared with laughter. “I really like that sound”, he chuckled. “Don’t you, princess? I’m gonna smash your precious jewels to pieces!” With that, his hand landed on Logan’s nuts again, smacking them hard.

Logan was wailing in pain as Nick continued smashing his poor balls with the palm of his hand, occasionally landing an open-handed blow to his ass cheeks as well.

“Wow”, Nick laughed, “it’s a shame you can’t see this – my hand print looks pretty good on your ass!”

Soon, Logan’s ass cheeks, his nuts and his dick had turned bright pink, and he was screaming and squealing in agony.

Nick trapped Logan’s left nut, forming a ring with his thumb and index finger. He dug the thumb of his free hand into the tender flesh of Logan’s testicle, eliciting high-pitched wails from Logan.

“Give up, princess?” Nick chuckled, twisting his thumb and driving it deep into the core of Logan’s left spud.

Logan’s dick twitched. Slowly, it chubbed up and fattened.

“Fuck you!” Logan screamed.

Nick chuckled. “As you wish…” He drove his fingernail into the tender backside of Logan’s left testicle, causing Logan to scream from the top of his lungs. Then Nick turned his attention to Logan’s right nut. Again, he trapped it at the bottom of Logan’s sack. He balled his fist and smashed it down like a hammer, squashing Logan’s ball flat as a pancake and making him squeal like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

“You should hear yourself, princess”, Nick mused. “You sound like a bitch in heat! I bet your tight little hole is aching for a good, hard pounding!” He chuckled. “Speaking of which…” He brought his fist down on Logan’s trapped right nut, smashing it hard. Logan’s voice cracked and he let out a wheezing groan.

“What’s the matter with your lovely voice?” Nick sneered, landing another punch that connected perfectly with Logan’s exposed testicle. “Sing for me, princess, sing for me!”

Again and again, Nick’s fist smashed down on Logan’s right nut, making the juicy plum swell up rapidly and causing Logan to wail from the top of his lungs.

“That’s it!” Nick laughed. “That’s what I want to hear!”

Despite the pain, Logan’s cock was rising until it

He grabbed both of Logan’s swollen nuts with both of his hands and squeezed hard, wringing them, brutally twisting them against each other and squashing the two tender orbs as if he was trying to squeeze the air out of a balloon.

Logan’s dick was hard as a rock now and leaking precum. It was as if Nick was pressing it out of Logan’s balls, as if he was juicing his tender lemons.

Finally, Logan couldn’t take it anymore. “I give!” he yelled, his voice cracking. “Fuck! I give!”

“Attagirl”, Nick chuckled, let go of Logan’s genitals before smacking them with the palm of his hand for good measure.

He got up and turned around, watching Logan curl up and writhe on the floor, clutching his battered balls. His ass cheeks were flaming red, just like his balls, and his body was covered in sweat.

“It’s time for my reward, princess”, Nick grinned, massaging the big bulge in his briefs. His already impressive dick had turned into a big, hard weapon. He slipped out of his underwear, and his dick smacked against his stomach. Jerking his cock leisurely, Nick looked down at Logan, a wide grin on his face.

Logan was squirming in pain.

“My reward”, Nick repeated.

“Fuck you”, Logan groaned. “You ruined my nuts!”

Nick laughed. “Yeah, and I’m about to ruin your precious little hole as well!”

“Fuck you!” Logan spat.

Nick sighed and clicked his tongue. “What am I gonna do with you?” He waited for a moment before adding, “Fuck you, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

With that, he grabbed Logan by the hair and pulled him up.

Logan screamed, his face a mask of pain, as Nick pulled him over to the pool table at the other end of the room.

“Bend over, princess”, Nick barked.

Logan struggled, but Nick managed to bend his body at the waist, pressing his head against the green felt of the pool table.

Nick’s dick was pressed up against Logan’s butt as Nick spread Logan’s legs, ramming his hips against the wooden body of the table, crushing Logan’s nuts and bending his cock as they slammed against the hard surface.

Logan let out an anguished scream.

“Oh, shut up”, Nick grunted. He spat into his palm and jerked his cock a couple of times before lining it up with Logan’s puckered hole. “Brace yourself, princess…”

He pushed his dick against the tiny orifice between Logan’s butt cheeks and chuckled at Logan’s  resistance.

The blond high school wrestler groaned, clenching his hole shut.

Nick pushed harder and harder until he broke the resistance and his dick slid all the way into Logan’s ass.

Logan’s nuts were smashed into the table as his hole was forced open, and he let out an ear-piercing scream.

Nick laughed and pressed his thighs against Logan’s, burying his fat dick to the root inside Logan’s guts. “Fuck, you’re tight”, Nick chuckled. “Well, not for very much longer…”

He started fucking Logan with hard, powerful thrusts. With every thrust, Logan’s nuts were crushed between the table and his own body. With every thrust, Nick’s dick pushed against Logan’s prostate, making his dick leak like a faucet. With every thrust, Nick let out a moan of pleasure and Logan screamed in agony.

The room was filled with the sounds of hard, forceful sex: Nick’s moans and groans as he dove deep into Logan’s ass, Nick’s hips smacking against Logan’s butt, Nick’s balls slapping against Logan’s thighs, Nick’s dick sliding in and out of Logan’s hole, Logan’s nuts smashing against the table, Logan’s screams as the pain was radiating through his body.

Logan’s rock hard dick was wedged between his body and the hard surface of the pool table as his nuts bounced against it.

“Fuck yeah, princess”, Nick grunted. “I’ll flood you with my cum!” His hands were wrapped around Logan’s neck as he pounded Logan’s ass with all the force he could muster, going faster and faster, slamming him against the table, crushing his nuts and his dick against the hard wooden surface.

Suddenly, Nick threw his head back without altering the pace of his thrusts. “Oh yeah, milk my fucking cock with your pussy, princess!”

Logan’s hole tightened around Nick’s dick as Logan’s dick released a big spurt of cum that splattered onto the ground.

Nick’s dick slammed against Logan’s prostate, prompting jet after jet of cum to sputter out of Logan’s dick while his busy balls were mashed between his body and the pool table.

“I knew you’d love it”, Nick grunted, panting as he shoved his cock balls-deep into Logan’s spasming hole, holding it there as his body was rocked by a violent orgasm.

Logan was groaning in pain, his spent dick dripping with sperm, his nuts squashed flat, as Nick unloaded the contents of his big balls deep inside his body.

“Fuck yeah!” Nick yelled, pulling his dick out of Logan’s hole and smacking Logan’s ass cheek with the palm of his hand. “Fuck yeah, princess! That was one hell of a ride!” He jerked his dick a couple of times, smacking it against Logan’s butt as a steady flow of creamy cum poured out of Logan’s gaping hole.

Logan let out a deep groan. His hole was twitching, stretched wide by Nick’s impressive cock, and Nick’s load ran down his inner thigh while his own dick was dripping with the results of his forcibly induced orgasm.

Groaning, Logan slid down, his face a mask of pain.

“One hell of a ride”, Nick chuckled, grabbing Logan’s hair and pulling his head back before shoving his spent dick into Logan’s mouth. “Lick it clean, princess. Taste yourself on my cock.”

Logan grimaced with disgust, gagging on Nick’s meaty, slick cock.

“Just like that”, Nick mumbled, wiping the sweat off his forehead with lower arm. “Yeah, lick it all off.” He sneered, watching Logan’s cheek bulge with the head of his cock. He playfully slapped the bulge before withdrawing his spent dick.

Logan gasped for air, his face contorted in pain.

“Say ‘thank you’”, Nick grinned.

Logan looked up at him. “Thank you”, he mumbled.

“My pleasure”, Nick laughed. He turned around and grabbed his clothes. “You know, you have a pretty talented hole”, he chuckled while putting on his clothes. “Well, at least before I stretched it…” He laughed. “But I’m sure it’ll be as good as new in a couple of days.”

Logan grimaced. He was leaning against the pool table, his hands cupping his sore nuts, cum leaking out of his ass.

“Show me your hole again, princess”, Nick grinned. He was fully dressed now, and ready to leave.

“Fuck you”, Logan groaned.

Nick clicked his tongue and reached between Logan’s thighs, closing his fingers around Logan’s nuts.

It was just a light touch but Logan screamed in pain. “Okay, okay, okay!” He got up, groaning, and turned around, bending over and spreading his ass cheeks.

Nick looked at his work and chuckled.

Logan’s asshole was gaping wide open, its rim smeared with cum.

Nick shoved two fingers into it, making Logan yelp in surprise. “That’s a thing of beauty, princess!” Nick chuckled, scooping up some of his jizz before turning Logan around and wiping it off on Logan’s tongue.

Logan groaned.

Nick turned on his heels and walked out, chuckling, “Goodbye, princess.”

Logan closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the pool table.

He was silent for a while.

Finally he Logan opened his eyes and looked at me. “That went well”, he dead-panned.

I bit my lower lip. “Are you okay?”

Logan looked down at his crotch. His nuts were beet red, swollen and bruised. He let out a laugh. “Frankly, I don’t know. He really did a number on my nuts.” Carefully, he cupped his nuts with his right hand, inhaling sharply. “Shit. They’ll be sore for a while.” He grinned weakly before getting up with a groan. He turned around, bent over and spread his cheeks with both of his hands. “Does my hole look as bad as it feels?”

I looked at the gaping orifice and grimaced. “It does look pretty bad.”

Logan sighed. “Yeah.”

I scratched my head. “I’m really sorry, I should have---“

“No, it’s okay”, Logan interrupted me, turning around. “If I had won I would have done the same to him.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Okay, maybe not as hard…” Logan grimaced. “And maybe I wouldn’t have cum in his ass.” His face spread into a grin. “I guess my ass is irresistible…” He smacked his butt with his palm and immediately grimaced in pain.

I grimaced in sympathy.

“You know”, Logan said, picking up his shredded boxer briefs. “The next time someone asks for a loser-gets-fucked match…” He looked up at me. “I’ll pass.” He wiped Nick’s drying cum off his inner thigh with his underwear.

I chuckled. “You won’t.”

“I won’t”, Logan grinned.

We both burst out laughing.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Video links: Boys just wanna have fun (12) - Cornhole Edition

This is how wikipedia defines the game of cornhole:
Cornhole, also known as Tailgate, bean bag toss, dadhole, doghouse, Baggo, or simply Bags, is a lawn game in which players take turns throwing bags of corn at a raised platform with a hole in the far end. 

But add of youthful cockiness, testosterone, a good dose of spite, and a pair of testicles - and things suddenly get interesting!

Here are my favorite clips of guys destroying rheir friends' chances of ever fathering children by hurling beanbags at their, well, beanbags.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Boys will be boys: On the road again

Thanks to Alexander for his plot suggestion and a couple of fun emails!

Previous parts:
On the road
Wet, hot and horny

Winners and losers
Locked and unloaded
Blue balls and empty nuts

Featured in this story: ZachLoganCal, Sammy and Brandon (click for pictures)

It was another extraordinarily hot summer day. Zach’s car was packed again, and the air conditioning was still not working. The five boys inside the car were shirtless, wearing just their shorts that were clinging to their wet skin.

Zach was driving. The 20 year old stud’s muscular chest was wet with sweat, and his blond hair was sticking to his head.

Cal was in the passenger seat, and Brandon, Logan and Sammy were in the back of the car.

They were on their way back from vacation after spending a couple of days at Sammy’s uncle’s house. They had envisioned a couple of days of sun and fun and girls and sex. And each of the boys – except for Zach who had been locked in a chastity device after failing to perform a dare – had shot multiple loads of cum, although in a very different way that they had originally planned…

Logan ran his hand over his sweaty chest and chuckled. The blond 18 year old was wearing a pair of short sweat pants, his balls hanging out the leg opening. The summer air did them good, and they were in desperate need of healing, just like his sore dick.

Sammy’s nuts were hidden inside his loose shorts, but they didn’t look any better. The 18 year old redhead’s manhood had been subjected to an especially harsh treatment after the boys had discovered that he had sabotaged their vacation plans.

After his involvement had been exposed, Brandon had suffered a similar fate. The 21 year old Asian-American’s nuts inside his short khakis were black and blue and severely swollen.

As were Cal’s who was sleeping in the passenger seat. The 22 year old African-American’s legs were spread wide so that his mammoth dick and big, battered and bruised balls could breathe.

“Remember a couple of days ago”, Sammy chuckled. “We talked about all the girls we’d see and all the sex we’d have.”

The five friends inside the care erupted with laughter.

“Damn, I would have loved to bang one of those cheerleaders”, Zach said, glancing down at his crotch where his dick was locked up and his balls were churning with pent-up sperm.

“Or two”, Cal chimed in. “I bet I could have gotten two of them and---”

“But you didn’t”, Brandon grinned, causing the rest of the guys to burst out laughing.

“Because you milked me dry, you fucking idiot!” Cal yelled to the great amusement of his friends.

“I even got permission from my girlfriend”, Logan chuckled. “A Get Out Of Jail Free card – I’ll never get one of those again!”

Sammy laughed. “And imagine what Ashley will say when you tell her that she won’t get any for a couple of days…”

Logan looked down at his black and blue nuts. He shrugged his shoulders with a sheepish grin. “She’ll bust my balls.”

The boys roared with laughter.

Zach cleared his throat. “About my dick”, he said, looking into the rear view mirror at Sammy. “When do you think you’ll unlock it?” He turned his eyes at the street again.

Sammy blushed. “Oh, shit”, he whispered.

Logan raised his eyebrows. “What?”

Sammy raised his voice. “As soon as we’re home, of course.”

Zach nodded. He couldn’t wait to get his dick out of the steel cage. He hated to see his monster locked up. Such a gigantic, beautiful piece of meat deserved to be free! Zach started humming happily along to the music that was blaring from the radio.

Logan nudged Sammy in the side. “What is it?”

Sammy bit his lower lip. “I think I left the keys at the house”, he mumbled under his breath.

Logan burst out laughing. “Hey, Zach!” he yelled cheerfully. “Wanna hear something funny?”

Zach grinned. “Sure, fire away!”

Sammy’s eyes filled with panic. “Nut shot war!” Sammy yelled from the top of his lungs and slammed his fist into Logan’s crotch, nailing the two swollen, hurting nuts hard.

Logan let out a yodeling scream.

Brandon laughed and reached over, grabbing Sammy’s balls through the thin fabric of his shorts and squeezing them hard.

Sammy screamed in pain and reached between Brandon’s legs, grabbing a good handful of Brandon’s junk and squishing them between his slender fingers.

Now it was Brandon’s turn to scream in pain.

The three boys on the backseat sounded like a trio of teenage girls at a One Direction concert.

Zach glanced at Cal who was sound asleep.

“Nut shot war”, Zach grinned before casually reaching over and smashing his fist into Cal’s unsuspecting crotch.

Cal joined the choir from the backseat, adding another soprano shriek to the already dissonant piece of music.

Zach’s car was filled with screams and laughter as it drove down the road.

“We have to do this again next year”, Zach chuckled and stepped on the gas.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Boys will be boys: Blue balls and empty nuts

Thanks to Alexander for his plot suggestion and a couple of fun emails!

Previous parts:
On the road
Wet, hot and horny

Winners and losers
Locked and unloaded

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Additional warning: Contains f/m ballbusting and sexy girls.

Featured in this story: ZachLoganCal, Sammy and Brandon (click for pictures)

Zach let out a deep sigh. It had been a rough night. The 20 year old stud had woken up several times, and he didn’t get more than one hour’s sleep at a time. His short blond hair stood on ends, there were dark circles around his blue eyes, and he had a sullen expression on his handsome face. He stretched his limbs and yawned before scratching his pubes that peeked out above the waistband of his grey sweat pants.

He was horny as hell. His big, juicy cock was locked in a chastity cage and his balls were churning with cum, aching for release. It wasn’t unusual that Zach thought about sex. Not unusual at all. But now that his dick was locked up, he couldn’t think of anything else. His mind was filled with images of hot, naked girls in acrobatic positions inviting his mammoth cock to slide into one of their waiting orifices. Sex, sex, sex. Boobs, boobs, boobs. Girls, girls, girls.

Zach groaned.

He looked at his crotch where his dick was pressing against the steel bars of his cock cage inside his pants.

“Fuck”, Zach muttered and made himself a coffee.

He sat in the kitchen, grumbling and muttering obscenities.

A little later, Cal joined him.

He came down the stairs, walking slightly bow-legged, and grimacing with every step. The 22 year old swimmer was wearing a pair of loose white boxers that contrasted with his ebony skin. The fat head of his big, limp dick peeked out of one of the leg openings.

“Morning”, he grunted.

“Morning”, Zach replied grumpily.

Cal poured himself a coffee and gingerly climbed onto a stool. He let out a yelp when he accidentally sat on his genitals.

Zach looked up.

Cal groaned, cupped his crotch, and sat down again, sighing in relief.

“What’s up with you?” Zach mumbled.

Cal took a sip from his coffee mug. “I don’t know”, he moaned. “When I woke up I was all sore and shit.” He sighed. “My nuts feel like they’ve been run over by a steam roller.” He gingerly grabbed his crotch. “And my dick---“ He sighed again. “It’s fucking sore as hell!” He leaned over to Zach and whispered, “I must have cum in my sleep. Hasn’t happened to me in since puberty.” He scratched his head. “Seriously, I must have shot a gallon of cum. The mattress is soaked!”

“Lucky you”, Zach grunted, glancing down at his locked dick in his sweat pants.

“I dunno”, Cal groaned. “The cheerleaders are coming today, right?” He pulled down his boxers, exposing his floppy cock and swollen balls that hung very loose in their sack. “I don’t think I’ll be of much use…”

Zach shrugged. He followed Cal’s lead and pulled down the waistband of his sweat pants, revealing his locked cock and his huge pair of balls. He squinted. Were they literally turning blue?!

The two horse hung studs looked up when they heard someone come down the stairs.

Logan was walking even more bow-legged than Zach. He was grunting and groaning with every step, holding on to the handrail as he made his way down. His face was contorted in pain.

The 18 year old high school wrestler hadn’t even bothered to put on any clothes. His fat balls were colored in various shades of red, black and blue, and his dick was fiery red.

Cal and Zach stared at his groin, their mouths hanging open.

Logan looked at them, his face contorted in pain.

“What happened to you?” Cal whispered.

Logan let out an angry grunt.

Before he could answer, Brandon came running down the stairs.

He passed Logan and poured himself a cup of coffee. “Good morning”, he said cheerfully.

The 21 year old Asian-American smiled and sat down between Zach and Cal.

He knew what had happened last night. In fact, it was him who had come up with the plan.

They were on vacation for a couple of days, and they were looking forward to meeting a hot group of cheerleaders. To level the playing field and increase their chances to get one of the girls, Brandon and Sammy had decided to sabotage Zach, Cal and Logan by locking Zach in chastity and drain Cal and Logan of their loads.

Brandon had milked several juicy loads out of Cal in his sleep, and Sammy had taken care of Logan.

Now, with the cheerleaders coming round in just a few hours, Brandon and Sammy were the only guys in the house with working equipment.

Brandon took a big gulp of coffee to hide his satisfied smile.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Cal repeated, staring at Logan’s bruised and battered manhood.

“I’ll tell you what happened to me”, Logan grunted, groaning as he sat on a stool, closing his eyes. “I woke up in the middle of the night, tied up and naked.” He looked at Zach, Cal and Brandon. “And Sammy was kneeling between my thighs, squeezing my nuts and rubbing Icy Hot all over my cock and balls.”

“No”, Cal whispered.

“Yes!” Logan groaned. “He busted a huge load out of my balls. I swear, my fucking nuts are completely empty. Not a drop left in them.”

Cal and Zach stared at him.

“No”, Cal repeated incredulously.

“Are you sure that it wasn’t a dream?” Brandon said, barely managing to keep a straight face.

“Do you think I dream of having some guy torture me and drain my fucking balls?” Logan snapped.

Brandon shrugged.

“No, it wasn’t a dream”, Logan said sternly. “It was real. And this---“ He grabbed his bruised balls. “This is real, too.”

Brandon bit his lower lip to keep himself from laughing.

“Why should Sammy do something like that?” Zach asked.

“Maybe he wants all the girls for himself?” Logan suggested. “I mean, I won’t be able to fuck anything, that’s for sure.” He looked down at his crotch with a sad expression on his face.

Brandon gulped. Logan had hit the nail on the head. Only it wasn’t Sammy on his own who had come up with this evil plan…

“It all makes sense now”, Logan continued slowly. He pointed at Zach. “Your big fucking monster is locked away, so you’re out of business, too.”

Zach let out a grunt.

Logan looked at Cal. “Well, I’m sure he has something planned for you, too. He can’t compete with that horse cock of yours.”

Cal inhaled deeply. “He doesn’t have to”, he mumbled, looking down at his long, limp schlong and his empty balls.

“He got to you, too?” Logan said.

Cal nodded slowly. “I can’t prove it – but I shot at least one big fucking load last night, and my nuts are hurting like hell. It can’t be a coincidence.”

“He must have snaked into your room and milked you in your sleep”, Logan said. He shook his head slowly before turning to Brandon. “What about you?”

Brandon blinked. If he was the only one who hadn’t been sabotaged by Sammy, he’d look suspicious.

Cal chuckled. “I don’t think Sammy has anything to fear from Brandon.” He made a gesture with his thumb and index finger, leaving only about an inch of space between them.

Logan and Zach laughed.

“Hey! Hey! Stop it! I’m not that small!” Brandon protested. “That’s just a very mean cliché!”

He was right. Even though Brandon’s dick wasn’t as gargantuan as the two massive cocks that swung between Zach’s and Cal’s thighs, it was clearly above average. It was a large, meaty piece of meat, a little smaller than Logan’s but bigger than Sammy’s.

“And I was milked, too!” Brandon added defiantly. “Just like poor Cal, I woke up in a huge puddle of my own jizz! He milked me in my sleep!”

“That fucking bastard”, Logan mumbled. “We’re going to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.”


Sammy woke up, feeling awesome.

The 18 year old redhead yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He had slept like a baby after forcefully relieving Logan of a giant load. It had been hard work, quite literally, and Sammy had been exhausted when he finally went to bed and closed his eyes, instantly falling asleep.

The sun was shining brightly through his bedroom window.

The white bed sheet was tented by a glorious piece of morning wood.

Sammy glanced at his erection with a smile and playfully poked it’s head, causing the hard, rigid pole to sway back and forth.

On any other day, Sammy would have grabbed his boner and jerked off until he shot a nice, juicy load all over the sheets.

But today was different. Today was Cheerleader Day.

He yawned again, got out of bed and walked over to the window that allowed him to look over the fence and into the neighbor’s garden.

A group of cheerleaders was living next door, and a couple of them were sunbathing on the lawn chairs.

Sammy’s dick made a little jump.

“Damn”, he mumbled, staring at the big-boobed beauties.

The girls were going to come over today. And after last night’s events, Brandon and Sammy were the only guys in the house who were able to satisfy their needs.

Sammy’s dick made another jump and a bit of precum leaked out of its tip, running down in a tiny thread that reflected the sunlight.

“Careful”, Sammy mumbled to himself. He couldn’t risk blowing his load right now – he had to make sure that his balls were nice and full when the girls arrived…

Sammy slipped into a tight pair of speedos, struggling to stuff his hard cock into them without causing an accidental eruption...

He managed to stow away his leaking tool without too much spillage. Licking the sticky juice off his slender fingers, Sammy headed downstairs. The taste of his sweet precum on his tongue made him eager and excited. He couldn’t wait for the girls to arrive!


Cal, Logan, Zach and Brandon were sitting around the kitchen counter. It hadn’t taken long to come up with a plan. The plan wasn’t very elaborate – but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that Sammy would get his just deserts for messing with his buddies’ sex lives.

Brandon was shifting uncomfortably on his stool. He felt like a traitor. He didn’t like turning on Sammy – but what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just stand up and say, ‘Hey, guys, I lied to you. Sammy didn’t do it alone, I helped him. Oh, and Cal, my best friend: It was me who milked your balls dry. Four loads. Sorry. No hard feelings, okay?’

Brandon shuddered. His unborn children flashed before his eyes. No way. There was no way back.

Suddenly, they heard Sammy briskly coming down the stairs, whistling a happy tune.

“Good morning, guys!” Sammy said cheerfully, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the kitchen. “How are y---“ He stopped dead in his tracks.

Three angry, determined faces stared at him. Brandon’s face looked more awkward than determined.

“Ummm”, Sammy scratched his head, smiling sheepishly. “Anything the matter?”

The guys lunged at him.

Sammy’s eyes widened and he made a run for the door, but Zach and Cal grabbed hold of him.

Together with Brandon, they dragged Sammy back into the kitchen.

Sammy was kicking and screaming but the three muscular studs pinned his arms behind his back, and spread his legs apart.

Logan knelt in front of him and yanked his speedos down.

Sammy’s erection smacked against his belly.

“Logan!” Sammy yelled. “What the fu---“

Logan looked up. His face spread into a mean grin.

Sammy’s heart sank.

Logan’s fist crashed into Sammy’s nuts, hitting both of his precious jewels dead-on and ramming them into his body.

Sammy screamed from the top of his lungs.

Again and again, Logan pounded Sammy’s balls with his bare fist, crunching his tender testicles with all the force he could muster.

Suddenly, Sammy’s rigid dick erupted with a thick spurt of cum that shot high up into the air, splattering against his chin.

Jet after jet of creamy white spunk shot out of Sammy’s dick as the cure redhead was wailing in agony, his face a mask of pain.

Logan grabbed Sammy’s balls with both of his hands and squeezed hard, squishing every last drop of cum out of Sammy’s pumping, hurting seedbags.

“My turn”, Zach announced grimly.

Logan took over Zach’s position, and Zach stood in front of Sammy.

“Oh god, no”, Sammy whimpered.

Zach brought his knee up between Sammy’s thighs, ramming it into Sammy’s precious jewels and eliciting a high-pitched squeal.

Zach took a step back and sent his bare foot into Sammy’s groin, flattening the cure skater’s balls like pancakes.

A gurgling shriek escaped Sammy’s lips as Zach followed up with another kick that caught both of Sammy’s tender organ’s dead-on.

Cal and Logan were egging Zach on as kick after nut-crunching kick found the target, the two rapidly swelling meatballs that were dangling low in Sammy’s scrotum.

Sammy was in a world of pain, shrieking, squealing and screaming as wave after wave of pain washed through his body.

Zach’s kicks hit their mark every single time. Inbetween kicks, Zach allowed Sammy to catch his breath, before punting his balls once more.


In the garden next door, Megan looked at her watch. The pretty cheerleader ran her hand through her long blond hair and smiled. “Get ready, girls! We have a date in an hour!”

The rest of the girls cheered and laughed as they walked inside to put on some clothes – or at least put on some makeup.

Megan licked her lips. The boys next door were in for a treat. She and her friends hadn’t seen any action for weeks. The town was filled with boring old geezers, that’s why they were all very excited about the group of hot young guys next door.

And when they saw the boys at the public pool, their excitement had reached hysteric proportions.

Megan’s mouth watered as she remembered the sight of the boys’ tightly packed speedos.

The girls had debated about size a lot in the past couple of days. Could a dick be “too big”? Two of the guys seemed to be sporting almost ridiculously huge schlongs. Then there was the hot blond with the handsome face. What was his name again? London? Loman? Whatever. His dick looked big but not monstrous. And the other two, the Asian and the redhead - well they were cute as well.

Megan pinched her erect nipple and let out a moan.

Logan, that was his name.

Megan bit her lower lip and got up. Time to get dressed. She was going to put on her tiniest bikini…


Sammy struggled as best he could, but Cal, Logan and Brandon were far too strong for the lanky skater, and they subdued him with ease.

Half an hour after his first orgasm, Sammy came again.

His nuts contracted just as a particularly hard kick hit them, and Zach made sure to pick up the pace and smash his babymakers with a barrage of kicks while his dick spat out what seemed like a gallon of creamy jizz.

“Who’s next?” Zach said casually.

Sammy’s body was covered in sweat, and his face was beet red and contorted in pain. He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with tears. Cum was dripping from his dick and his swollen, bruised balls were taking up almost all the room in his nutsack.

Logan looked at his watch. “The girls will be here soon.” He patted Sammy’s back. “But don’t worry, we have enough time to coax another load out of your balls before they arrive…”

Sammy let out a groan as Logan, Cal and Brandon erupted in laughter.”

Cal smiled and stepped up to the plate as Zach went back to helping Logan and Brandon keep Sammy in place.

Cal got down on one knee and grabbed Sammy’s swollen and bruised balls. His strong fingers closed tightly around Sammy’s sore testicles.

Watching Sammy’s face twist with pain, Cal squeezed as hard as he could.

He kneaded and twisted Sammy’s balls as if he was juicing a lemon.

Sammy’s voice reached new heights in pitch and volume as Cal squished and squashed his balls.

Occasionally, Cal let go and smacked Sammy’s balls with the palm of his hand, or yanked his sack down, eliciting all kinds of funny noises.


Next door, the cheerleaders were in the middle of a heated argument.

“Quiet, girls, don’t be so selfish!” Megan shouted. She rolled her eyes. “Listen, there are enough cocks for everybody. These guys are young, hung and full of cum – and they are waiting for us. I’m sure they’ll be able to please every one of us.” She adjusted her big, firm breasts. Her bikini consisted of three tiny triangles of yellow fabric that contrasted nicely with her tanned skin. “We can take turns, alright?”

The girls nodded.

“But keep your hands off Logan”, Megan added, licking her lips. “He’s mine.”

The girls erupted in loud protests.

Megan sighed. Why was everyone so selfish?


Cal was wringing Sammy’s nuts with both of his hands, making him shriek like a banshee.

Cal’s strong, big fingertips dug deep into the tender flesh of Sammy’s nuts, squishing the sore, swollen orbs flat.

Sammy let out an ear-piercing squeal and his eyes started fluttering as his dick erupted like a lazy volcano. His creamy spunk poured out of his dick and ran down  his shaft like lava.

Cal squeezed harder, a huge grin on his face, making sure to squeeze out every last drop of juice.

Finally, Cal got up and wiped his hands on Sammy’s head, smearing his hair with cum.

“That nuts are completely empty”, Cal announced. “Sorry, Brandon, but there’s nothing left for you…”

“No problem”, Brandon said. “I’ll squeeze another load out of him.”

Cal laughed. “I doubt it.”

Brandon shrugged. “Last night I got four loads out of you, so---“ He stopped mid-sentence, realizing what he had just said.

“What?!” Cal said sharply.

Brandon closed his mouth, trying to think of a way out.

“What did you just say?” Logan said slowly.

Brandon let out a nervous laugh. “I meant to say that---“

“You said you got four loads out of Cal last night”, Logan said sharply. “That’s what you said.” He stared at Brandon. “Right?”

“I--- Actually, I--- You know, it’s--- What I was trying to--- I just---“ Brandon stammered.

“It was you?!” Cal mumbled. “You milked me dry in my sleep?!”

Brandon gulped. “Sorry”, he whispered.

“Oh, you’ll be sorry!” Cal said. “You’ll be very sorry!”

Brandon’s eyes widened.

Logan and Zach let go of Sammy, allowing him to collapse on the floor and curl up in a ball. They grabbed Brandon and wrestled him to the ground. Logan sat on his chest and Zach sat on his ankles, pinning him to the floor.

“You go first”, Logan nodded at Cal.

Cal yanked down Brandon’s shorts exposing his hard dick and a big, juicy pair of balls that was filled with pent-up sperm.

“Nooooooo!” Brandon yelled.


Megan knocked on the door, the rest of the scantily-clad cheerleaders assembled behind her, smiling brightly in anticipation of a steamy, sweaty day filled with summer sex.

There was no answer.

Megan knocked again.

And again.

And again.

By now, the smiles on the girls’ faces had faded.

Megan turned around and stormed back to their house, her cheerleader friends following her.

“Men”, Megan growled. “I hate men.”

The girls spent the rest of the day in the house, releasing their pent-up sexual energy in pairs or with the help of a few toys that they shared between them.

A few hours later, with a vibrator plugged deep inside her, Megan looked out the window and spotted Logan in the garden of the house next door, dozing on a lawn chair as the sun bronzed the skin of his muscular body.

“What the fuck?!” Megan hissed.

She pulled out her toy, threw it to the ground and rushed downstairs, her face red with anger.


Draining Brandon’s balls had taken longer than expected. The handsome Asian-American’s balls were bottomless.

Cal, Zach and Logan had taken turns squeezing, punching and kicking Brandon’s nuts, coaxing out seven loads of diminishing quantity and quality.

By the time they were finished, the kitchen was covered in sticky spunk.

“Fuck”, Logan mumbled, wiping his hands on his thighs. “I think we’re done.”

Brandon let out a long, wheezing groan as he sank to the ground.

The boys looked at each other.

Sammy had slightly recovered, leaning against the wall, spent and exhausted.

The boys’ balls were shining in all the colors of the rainbows. Zach’s nuts were the only ones that had not been emptied, and the two plump orbs looked even fatter and fuller than usual, probably because of the cage that his chubby dick was locked in.

Suddenly, Logan burst out laughing. “Look at us!”

Cal and Zach exploded with laughter, and even despite the pain they were in even Brandon and Sammy started laughing uncontrollably.

“Fucking look at us!” Logan cried with laughter. “Look at out nuts, look at our dicks!”

The boys were consumed by fits of laughter.

“No sex for any of us!” Zach snorted.

Logan’s eyes were filled with tears of laughter as he gasped for breath. His eyes fell on the clock on the wall. “Shit! We--- we--- we missed the girls anyway!” he laughed, gasping for breath, eliciting another round of roaring laughter from his friends.

“It’s our last day, and we completely fucked up our chance at an awesome orgy!” Cal hooted with laughter.

A little later, when they had calmed down, they went outside, all of them walking gingerly and bow-legged.

“Damn”, Logan chuckled, putting on his sun-glasses as he sat down on the lawn chair, spreading his legs and arms. “What a vacation…”

There was a long stretch of silence. One by one, the boys dozed off. It had been an exhausting day after all.

Logan sighed. He would have loved to fuck Megan. It wasn’t often that his girlfriend Ashley gave him permission to have a little something on the side. Oh well. Apparently, it wasn’t meant to be.

His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply.

They were going back tomorrow. His dick and balls would probably require at least a few days of healing. Ashley wouldn’t be happy about that…

He felt the sun burning on his skin.

Logan let out a sleepy grunt.

Suddenly, he felt a shadow on his face.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Megan tower over him.

The first thing Logan noticed was the Megan’s erect nipples that were outlined in her skimpy yellow bikini top.

The second thing was her gigantic boobs that were dangling right in front of his face.

The third thing was the anger that contorted the cheerleader’s pretty face.

Logan blinked.

“You promised me a fuck!” Megan hissed. “And I’m gonna get it!”

Logan sighed and pulled down his loose pants, revealing his fiery red dick and his rainbow-colored balls. He shrugged his shoulders, an apologetic smile on his face. “Not from me, I’m afraid…”

Megan stared at Logan’s demolished manhood.

“Sorry”, Logan said, showing off his perfect white teeth in his trademark smile. “No stud service today.” He shrugged. “Damaged goods.”

The other boys had woken up, watching the scene unfold, chuckling.

Megan let out a furious growl and grabbed Logan’s junk with both of her hands. The slender, fingers of her left hand closed around Logan’s soft, meaty dick as her right hand squeezed Logan’s nuts.

Logan let out a cough. “Be careful”, he whispered in a toneless voice. “Careful, please! Everything’s very tender down there…”

“You promised me a fuck”, Megan repeated menacingly.

“I know, and I’m sorry”, Logan coughed. “Believe me, I would have loved to fuck you but---“

“This is for standing me up!” Megan interrupted him, twisting Logan’s balls and squashing the two tender orbs in her hand.

Logan let out a shrill squeal.

The rest of the boys shuddered and covered their own groins in sympathy.

Megan tried jerking Logan’s sore, aching dick a couple of times, but there was no chance she would get it hard, so she concentrated on Logan’s fat plums. She took each of the two bruised and swollen jewels in one hand and squashed them flat, pressing her thumbs into the delicate flesh.

Logan was squealing like a pig in a slaughterhouse, writhing and squirming on the lawn chair, the fate of his manhood entirely in the furious cheerleader’s neatly manicured hands.

She twisted her thumbs, driving her long fingernails deep into the tender meat of Logan’s testicles.

Logan gagged.

“Oh shit”, Zach mumbled, cupping his blue balls and locked dick in sympathy.

Megan continued squishing and squashing poor Logan’s precious genitals with both of her hands, making Logan groan and moan and scream and cry in utter agony.

Suddenly, without Logan’s dick ever getting hard, a little batch of watery cum spattered onto Logan’s taut abs as Logan let out a blood-curdling squeal.

Megan raised her eyebrow and let go of Logan’s nuts.

Logan let out a scream of relief and curled up in a ball, cupping his groin and whimpering in pain.

“How pathetic”, Megan said, adjusting her breasts, before turning around and leaving the premises with her head held high.

Logan was groaning in pain.

The rest of the boys assembled around him, grimacing in sympathy.

“Look on the bright side”, Zach said slowly. “At least you got a girl to touch you on our vacation…”

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Video links: Game show ballbusting - Spain

How do you like your eggs?
A couple of months ago I shared with you my favorite game show ballbusting clips from Brazilthe Netherlands, the United States of America and Germany. Let's turn our attention to the wonderful country of Spain for a moment, okay?

Ahh, Spain - the country of passion and heat, where the cojones are big and hanging low (heat!) and the men wear skimpy swimwear and show off their goods (passion!). Spain is the home of Academy Award winning filmmaker Pedro Almodóvar, renowned composer Issac Albéniz, groundbreaking surrealist painter Salvador Dalí and Nobel Prize laureate Camilo José Cela. In fact, there may be only one Spanish library where you won't find any of Cela's work - La Biblioteka!

Screened from 2008 to 2010, La Biblioteka was a Spanish version of Silent Libary and Fist of Zen. And, like those shows, La Biblioteka's challenges often challenged the young male contestants' manhoods. (While I'm pretty sure that the US version of Silent Libary supplied their contestants with protective cups, it's quite obvious that Germany's Fist of Zen and La Biblioteka saved those expenses. I love European TV!)

By the way, I shared some of the clips in an ealier post back in 2009 - but a good nutshot is worth repeating, right? And fortunately I stumbled across a couple of clips that I didn't have back then.

So here we go: La Biblioteka!

Meet young Spaniard Paquito whose friends hurl eggs at his groin in a challenge with the wonderful title Huevos Estrellados, the Spanisch name for Eggs sunny side up. I'm not quite sure "sunny" is how Paquito would describe his mood afterwards...

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Your suggestions: Special Guest Star 4

I just realized that it's been a very long time since we had a Special Guest Star on this blog! Sure, we've had Ryan Phillippe, Zac Efron and Taylor Lautner - but that seems like ages ago!

So I think it's time for another star to meet the Ballbusting Boys and get his nuts crunched - don't you agree?

Now it's up to you: Who would you like to see in our next Special Guest Star Story?

Share your suggestions by leaving a comment or sending me an email (  until the end of the month. After that, you'll have a chance to vote for your favorite in a new poll.


Friday, August 14, 2015

Get rid of that junk! (Andy meets Troy)

Special thanks to Andy for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one whose dick got rock hard the second he read the title of this story!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Thanks to Chadfan for additional input on Troy, a character originally created by us for the From stud to dud series.

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality and violence.

The police sirens slowly faded.

Troy looked around frantically. Finally, when he was sure he had lost his pursuers, he closed his eyes, leaned against the wall and sank down to the ground. His short brown hair was wet with sweat, and his clothes were soaked.

He wiped his brow with the back of his head and started laughing. Fucking idiots!

Who would have thought that getting out of jail was so fucking easy?! Fuck “Prison Break”! All it took was a bit of luck, a couple of stupid guards and a cop’s uniform.

Tears of laughter were streaming down Troy’s face.

He felt like screaming – but he had to be careful.

First of all, he had to get rid of the uniform.

Such a shame.

Troy looked great in the uniform, and he felt like a cop. Hell, he’d be a much better cop than those idiots in their police cars that were driving around town looking for him.

If Troy was a cop, he wouldn’t have let a dangerous criminal escape!

Troy got up and straightened. Maybe he should keep the uniform. Too bad he didn’t have a gun. At least he had a baton. Maybe he could---

Suddenly, there were voices. Male voices. Laughter.

“Fuck”, Troy mumbled. He looked around and spotted a door.


The locker room filled with laughter and the sound of snapping towels as the sweaty, half-naked studs entered the room and started to undress. Their ages ranged from early twenties to late thirties, and most of them were big and tall. Like every week, they had met for a friendly game of baseball.

“That was one hell of a nutshot you took, man!” someone laughed.

Andy grinned. At 21, he was one of the youngest guys in the group. He was very tall, with large shoulders and a broad chest. His brown hair was wet with sweat.

“Yeah, right in the fucking spuds”, another guy laughed. “Maybe you should change your name to ‘Andrea’…”

The room erupted with laughter.

Andy looked down and grabbed his crotch. “Yeah, that was a good one”, he grinned. “I can still feel it…” He reached into his pants and pulled out his junk, letting his fat, meaty dick and his heavy pair of low-hanging balls dangle between his muscular legs.

“Fuck, they look swollen”, one of Andy’s buddies laughed, grabbing Andy’s bare balls and squeezing them hard.

His buddies roared with laughter.

Andy chuckled. “They’re not swollen, they’re always this big.”

“They look like baseballs”, one of the guys grinned, raising his wooden baseball bat.

“Want to take a swing at them?” Andy grinned, spreading his legs and presenting his naked balls.

His friends laughed and cheered.

“I dunno”, the guy with the bat said with a grin. “I wouldn’t want to destroy your nuts, dude.”

Andy laughed. “Come on, take a swing at them.”

The guy with the bat raised his eyebrows. “I won’t hold back, dude.”

Andy chuckled. “I’m not asking you to”, he grinned. “Come on, hit them as hard as you can.”

The guy with the bat chuckled. “Alright.” He lightly tapped Andy’s nuts with the business end of the bat.

The rest of the guys were standing in a circle, grinning and laughing. Nobody wanted to miss this.

“But don’t come crying to me when your nuts explode inside your sack, dude”, the guy with the bat grinned.

Andy shrugged. “Shit happens. If they burst they burst.” He gritted his teeth and smiled. “Hit ‘em out of the park!”

“Out of the sack more likely”, the guy with the bat said, prompting his buddies to burst out laughing.

Before the laughter had died down, the bat slammed into Andy’s nuts, hitting both of his big, fat nuggets with a loud, wet SPLAT!

Andy let out a groan through his gritted teeth before slowly doubling over and sinking to his knees.

His buddies were cheering and laughing as the hitter dropped his bat and did a little victory round, high-fiving his buddies.

Andy reached between his legs and fondled his battered balls.

“Did they burst? Did they burst?” one of his buddies asked excitedly.

“Sorry, guys, no luck”, Andy groaned with a weak grin. “They’re still there.”

“Awwwwwww!” A collective moan of disappointment filled the room.

“Don’t worry”, Andy chuckled. “One day these suckers will explode in a fucking mess all over the place!”

His friends laughed and headed for the showers.

Andy groaned and got up. He slowly took off his clothes.

He heard the guys in the showers. Otherwise the room was silent.

Andy was bare naked, now.

He grabbed his towel and turned around.

“What are you doing here?!“ Andy stared at the sweaty cop that had appeared out of nowhere and was standing in the middle of the locker room.

Troy was as surprised as Andy. He had hidden in the corner and waited for the guys to leave for the showers. He hadn’t expected Andy to stay behind.

“Shhhh!” Troy hissed.

Andy stared at him. “What are---“

“I said ‘shhhh’!” Troy grunted before slamming his baton into Andy’s crotch, catching his dangling nuts dead on.

Andy grunted in pain and collapsed on the ground, cupping his crotch. He looked up at the muscular cop, his face contorted in pain. That cop looked so fucking hot! Andy felt his dick harden. “I’m sorry, sir”, Andy groaned.

Troy looked down at him. That fat-balled guy thought he was a cop! Of course he did, after all, he was wearing a police uniform.

“I need your clothes”, Troy said, adopting a wide stance and slapping the baton into the palm of his other hand.

“My clothes?” Andy was confused. “I--- What do you need my clothes for?“ He looked at Troy before adding, “Sir?”

Troy glared at him. “None of your business, punk!”

Andy felt his dick twitch. He nodded to his locker.

Troy reached inside and pulled out Andy’s gym bag and his clothes.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before Troy started unbuttoning his shirt. “Eyes on the floor, punk!” he barked at Andy.

“Yes, sir”, Andy mumbled and lowered his head. His dick was hard as a rock, and it was difficult to hide the fat, meaty erection with his hands. He glanced upwards at Troy who had taken off his shirt.

Troy’s muscular body was covered in tattoes, most notably a large police badge on his chest. In addition, there were a couple of burn scars on his skin. The brown hair on his head was cut very short.

“My name’s Andy by the way”, Andy said.

Troy ignored him and took off his shoes.

Andy watched him take off his belt and unzip his fly. He was dying to see Troy’s equipment. A menacing, muscular cop like that – he probably had a big, juicy dick and a pair of fat nuts to match.

Andy licked his lips. His hard dick twitched with excitement.

Troy turned his body away, trying to hide his crotch.

Andy craned his neck, eager to catch a glimpse of Troy’s manhood.

What he saw made his jaw drop.

His dick was hard as a rock and he almost shot his load right then and there.

“Oh my fucking god”, Andy whispered.

Troy’s eyes narrowed. Slowly, he turned around, allowing Andy a full view of his bare crotch. His pants were hanging around his ankles.

There was a moment of silence before Andy burst out laughing. “That’s fucking hilarious, man!” he roared. “Fucking hilarious, man!”

Troy’s face was blank. “You think?” he said through his clenched teeth.

“Seriously”, Andy laughed. “What the fuck happened to you, man?!” He pointed at Troy’s crotch. Instead of a fat dick and big pair of balls, there was nothing between Troy’s legs. Literally nothing. No dick, no balls. Just a smooth Ken doll crotch.

Troy stared at him.

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to!” he said sharply. Finally someone had treated him like a cop – but now he felt like his power was slipping away. Andy’s laughter was hurting him. Physically hurting him.

Andy couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m sorry, sir!” he mumbled. He couldn’t believe his luck. A thought popped into his head. He cleared his throat, got up and straightened, spreading his legs wide. “Do you miss your dick, sir?” he asked with a cocky grin.

“What did you say?” Troy whispered, his eyes narrowing. He pulled his pants back up and slipped into Andy’s worn out cleats.

“Do you miss your cock?” Andy repeated with a grin. His dick was rock hard and pointing up while his nuts were dangling below, hanging heavy and low in his sack. “I bet it was a nice, big piece of meat. Like this one.” He glanced down at his throbbing cock. “Too bad you lost it.” He grinned at Treoy. “Sir.”

There was a moment of tense silence.

Troy stared at Andy who grinned back at him. Andy’s big, fat cock was pointing right at Troy’s face, its shiny, glistening head dripping with precum. It was like Andy’s dick was mocking him, provoking him, making fun of him.

Troy let out an angry grunt and snap-kicked Andy’s nuts with all the force he could muster. His cleat-clad foot collided with Andy’s big, heavy balls and rammed them into his body with a resounding smack.

And’s eyes bulged and he let out a cough. “I mean it sir, man”, he chuckled hoarsely. “I’m really sorry for you.” He slowly bent over and put his hands on his knees. “Fuck”, he added in a strained voice. “Your dick meant a lot to you, huh?” His laughter turned into a coughing fit.

“You think this is funny?” Troy hissed. He brought his leg back and kicked Andy’s nuts once again, making him howl in agony. “What about this? Or this?” Another kick landed square between Andy’s legs, smashing his plump balls with a wet splat.

Andy’s face was contorted in pain and he let out a sound that was equal parts laughter and anguished groan. His hands were gripping his knees and his legs were trembling.

Troy grabbed his baseball bat that was leaning against the locker room and weighed it in his hand.

“You think this is funny?” Troy repeated with an evil snarl. “Maybe this will wipe that smile off your face!” He smashed the heavy bat into Andy’s crotch. A sick splat echoed through the locker room as Andy’s fat nuggets were smashed flat.

Andy let out a howl but managed to remain standing. His knees were shaking and his fingertips had turned white as they pressed into his muscular thighs. “Fuck!” he grunted.

Troy smirked at him. “See? That smile is almost gone.”

Andy laughed through his pain. “Nope”, he chuckled hoarsely, looking up at Troy with a cocky grin. “It’s right here. Try again, maybe you’ll be lucky this time…” Andy’s dick was hard as a rock and dripping precum.

Troy’s face darkened. He swung the bat into Andy’s crotch with all the force he could muster. Andy’s nuts were compressed to a fraction of their original size, accompanied by a sick, wet splat.

Andy scream in pain, laughing manically at the same time. Somehow he was able to stay standing. “Again!” he yelled. “Fucking do it again! Harder!”

Troy was in a fit of rage. He was going to teach this punk how to behave in front of a police officer! The heavy baseball bat smashed into Andy’s testicles that were swelling up rapidly. The two big, heavy orbs were hanging even lower than usual, filling up the entire sack.

“Yes!” Andy wailed. “Fuck yes! Smash them to pieces!”

Troy brought his leg back and kicked Andy’s nuts as hard as he could.

Andy screamed in pain. “Fuck yeah! Crush my fucking nuts! Turn them into mush! This is fucking awesome!”

Again and again Troy sent his cleat-clad foot up between Andy’s thighs, brutally smashing his tender babymakers into his body.

Andy was screaming and laughing and squealing, spreading his legs wide to give Troy maximum access to his fat nuggets. “Crush them, man! Crush them!”

“Fucking punk”, he barked, sending the baseball bet up between Andy’s thighs and smashing his tender, swollen nuts..

“Fuck yeah!” Andy yelled. “Destroy my fucking nuts!”

Troy wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Damn, being a cop was hard work!

“What the fuck are you waiting for?!” Andy screamed. “Take your best shot and destroy those motherfuckers!”

Troy looked at Andy’s swollen, bruised nutsack that was dangling between his thighs.

“Don’t look at them – smash them!” Andy yelled, his face contorted with pain and laughter. “Or aren’t you man enough?”

Troy let out an angry grunt, grabbed the baseball bat and smashed it into Andy’s groin, connecting squarely with his lower-hanging left nut.


“Fuuuuuuuck!” Andy wailed. “You did it! You fucking did it!” He collapsed on the ground, clutching his crotch. “This is fucking hilarious! You killed my fucking nuts! You--- Wait a minute.” He fondled his nutsack, examining its content.

His left nut had exploded in his scrotum. He could feel little pieces of nut sloshing around in his sack. But his right nut was still there.

Andy looked up, a huge grin on his pain-contorted face. “The job’s not finished yet. One down, one to go!” He winked at Troy. “Come on, man, crush the other one. Turn it into peanut butter.”

Andy leaned back and spread his legs. His lopsided nutsack was resting on the ground, the intact right testicle bulging obscenely against the hairy skin.

“Look at it”, Andy laughed. “Look at the little fucker. His brother’s gone, he’s gotta be feeling lonely. Put him out of his misery!”

Troy looked down at Andy. What a pathetic worm. He raised his foot and stomped down hard on Andy’s doomed right nut.

Andy squealed in pain and delight as his right nut flattened under Troy’s cleated sole. The metal spikes dug deep into the flesh, punctuating Andy’s last remaining nut.

When Troy lifted his foot, Andy’s nut looked a little flatter and less round than before.

“Fuck yeah!” Andy roared with laughter. “Look at it! Just look at it! It’s starting to give. Come, stomp the motherfucker again!”

Troy’s foot smashed down again.

“Yes!” Andy screamed. “Fuck! You’re crushing it!”

Instead of raising his foot, Troy twisted it as if he was stomping out a cigarette stump.

There was a sickening squelch.

“Harder! Harder!” Andy yelled ecstatically. “You’re almost done!”

Andy’s dick was throbbing and twitching, precum running down its shaft.

Troy shifted his weight, resting all of his body weight on Andy’s last nut, twisting his foot and grinding the doomed testicle under his sole.

Another sickening squelch.

Then another.

And another.

“Fuck yeah!” Andy yelled.

He threw his head back, his face contorted in ecstasy and agony.

A final splotch marked the end of Andy’s manhood, and his dick fired a huge spurt of spunk up into the air.

Andy was screaming and squealing and laughing and roaring as the very last batch of cum was pumped out of his dying nuts, shooting up like a geyser and raining down on his naked body.

Troy continued twisting his foot, making sure that every little piece of testicular matter was ground into a pulp.

Andy’s manhood was history, and finally, his final orgasm subsided. His eyes were wide open. Cum was dripping from his hair and his face. He looked as someone had emptied a bucket of cream on top of him.

“Holy fuck!” Andy laughed. “That was fucking awesome! I never came so fucking hard in my life – and all it took was for you to destroy my nuts!” He roared with laughter.

Suddenly, there was a commotion as the rest of the players came back from the showers. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Andy, covered in cum, his flattened sack between his spread legs with his big, chubby, dripping dick slowly going down.

“What the fuck?!” one of them gasped.

“Look at this!” Andy laughed, pointing at his crotch.

“Where are your fucking nuts?!” another one asked incredulously.

Andy chuckled. “Well, I can’t say for sure – parts of them are probably sticking under that guy’s shoe.” He pointed at Troy, laughing.

Troy stared at the naked baseball players. “Everything’s alright”, he said calmly. “I’m a police man. Everything’s alright.”

Andy’s friends were silent for a moment, then they burst out laughing.

“Looks like you finally got your wish, Andy!” one of them yelled.

“Finally!” another one chimed in.

“So what did it feel like when your nuts burst?” a third one asked.

“Best orgasm of my life!” Andy chuckled and poked at his sludge-filled nutsack.

His buddies roared with laughter.

Andy’s eyes fell on his rapidly deflating cock and he smacked his dick with the palm of his hand.

“I guess you don’t need that thing anymore”, one of his friends laughed.

“What a shame, such a nice, big piece of meat”, another one chimed in. “Totally useless.”

“You’re right”, Andy grinned, playing with his foreskin. “Let’s do away with it, too.” He looked up at Troy. “That’s a job for a police man, right?”

Troy shrugged and took a step forward. He placed his cleats on the middle of Andy’s shaft. Slowly, he shifted his weight, flattening the massive, meaty tube under his weight, the cleats digging deep into the tender flesh. The pressure on Andy’s shaft caused the tip of Andy’s cock to strain. It looked like the head of a snail trying to get away.

Troy twisted his foot, crushing Andy’s shaft under his sole. The head of his dick bulged obscenely, swelling up as Troy flattened his shaft.

“Ooooh, this is going to get messy!” Andy joked, looking down at his crotch with excitement. “Everybody step away!”

His friends roared with laughter.


Suddenly the head of Andy’s dick burst open, and pieces of his dick flew through the air.

The room erupted with cheers and laughter.

“Fuck yeah! Take that, dickhead!” Andy roared with laughter, throwing his head back in pain.

Troy raised his foot and stomped down on Andy’s shaft a couple of times, accompanied by screams of pain and roars of laughter.

Again and again, Troy’s cleat-clad foot came down on what was left of Andy’s dick, until it was reduced to an utterly useless, unrecognizable piece of misshapen meat.

“Looks like my sex life is over for good, huh?” Andy mused, looking down at his crotch and the sorry remains of his once big and beautiful equipment. “Well”, he shrugged. “I wanted to get rid of that junk anyway…”

The room erupted with laughter.

Suddenly, one of Andy’s friends spoke up. “Your sex life doesn’t have to be over”, he said casually. “You’ll never have an orgasm again, that’s for sure. But there are a lot of ways to have fun…” He glanced at Troy’s baton with a grin.

Andy’s eyes widened and he licked his lips, eagerly getting on all fours and arching his back. “Come on, sir, show us what that fucking stick can do!”

Troy cleared his throat and looked at his baton. Troy lined it up with Andy’s puckered hole. “Spit on his ass!” he ordered.

Andy’s friends cheered and laughed. One by one, they spat on Andy’s ass, lubricating his ass hole with their spit.

“Shove it in!” Andy yelled to the laughter of his friends. “Come on, shove it--- Ooooohhh fuuuuuck!”

The baton disappeared halfway inside Andy’s ass, causing him to spasm uncontrollably.

A sinister grin appeared on Troy’s face. He felt powerful and mighty. He had ended that guy’s sex life, and now he was fucking him in the ass with a night stick. He loved being a cop…

Andy’s screams were filling the locker room.

“Someone shut him up”, Troy grunted. Shoving the baton in and out of Andy’s hole at a steady pace, Troy slipped out of his dirty cleats. “Here, use these.”

Andy’s screams were muffled as he started sucking on Troy’s dirty shoes while his ass was getting pounded by Troy’s baton.

The sound of his friends laughing and cheering echoed through the locker room as Andy experienced for the first time what it meant to be a nutless, dickless sex slave. And it would certainly not be the last time…


An hour later, Troy was walking down the street, wearing civilian clothes and carrying a gym bag with a uniform and a baton inside it.

A ambulance and a row of police cars passed him at rapid speed, sirens wailing.

Troy smiled.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Video links: Boys just wanna have fun (11)

How to avoid having kids - an age-old and very interesting question that's troubling young men all over the world. The quest to find an answer leads them to do all kinds of stupid, painful things to their manhood, and fortunately there's always a video camera around to film their nutcrunching antics...

Brazilian stunt group La Fénix's answer is easy: Metal poles, rubber bands, remote control cars, and stun guns. Yes, kids, it's that easy! See for yourself:

Monday, August 10, 2015

Boys will be boys: Locked and unloaded

Thanks to Alexander for his plot suggestion and a couple of fun emails!

Previous parts:
On the road
Wet, hot and horny

Winners and losers

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: ZachLoganCal, Sammy and Brandon (click for pictures)

The house was silent. Sammy, Brandon, Cal, Logan and Zach had gone to bed after a sunny summer day of pranks, dares and all-out fun. The five friends were on holiday, spending a couple of days in Sammy’s uncle’s house.

Brandon looked at his watch. Almost 1 am. The handsome 21 year old Asian-American ran his hand through his short black hair. He was wearing a pair of grey sweat pants, his usual attire for the night. He was sitting on his bed, waiting.

Loud snoring came from the room next to him, where his best friend Cal was sleeping soundly. 22 year old Cal always slept bare naked, lying on his stomach. The hot black swimmer had shoved his blanket away in his sleep, and his muscular, ebony body was illuminated by the moon that was shining through the window.

On the opposite side of the hall were the rooms of Logan and Zach.

18 year old high school wrestler Logan was lying on his back, his head tilted to the side, his lips parted, breathing deeply. Drool was running out the corner of the handsome blond’s mouth as he dreamed of his girlfriend Ashley. And young, hot cheerleader Megan who he had just met. Logan’s dick was hard as rock, pulsing and pointing at the ceiling as a hot, kinky threesome played out in his mind.

Zach’s dreams weren’t quite as satisfying. The 20 year old hunk was restless, rolling from one side to the other every couple of minutes. His muscular body was naked and glistening with sweat. He let out a grunt and ran his hand through his wet blond hair. Half-asleep, he turned over, only to be awakened by a sharp pain in his groin. Zach let out a frustrated sigh. His big, meaty dick was locked in a chastity cage, chubbed up and pressing against the steel bars without any hope of relief. Zach punched his fist into his pillow and clenched his eyes shut, desperately trying to fall asleep.

There was a knock on Brandon’s door.

“Finally”, Brandon mumbled and opened it.

Sammy smiled at him and entered the room. The lanky 18 year old redhead was wearing loose shorts. “Hey”, he whispered.

“What took you so long?” Brandon asked, slowly closing the door, careful not to make any noise.

Sammy made a lewd gesture and grinned. “Rubbed one out”, he said casually.

Brandon chuckled. “I hope it was a good one.”

“Oh yeah”, Sammy grinned.

“You think your batteries will have recharged when the cheerleaders are here tomorrow?” Brandon smiled.

“You bet”, Sammy chuckled and grabbed his crotch. “I’ll be ready for action.”

Brandon nodded. “Good.”

“Now, what are we going to do about Logan and Cal?” Sammy asked. “You said you have a plan?”

Brandon smiled.

The five guys had met a group of hot cheerleaders at the public pool the other day, and Logan had invited them over.

With superstuds Cal and Zach and charming blond hunk Logan in the house, Brandon and Sammy feared that they were going to be left out of the entertainment. Cal and Zach had extraordinarily huge cocks, and Logan’s teenage cock wasn’t far behind, either. That’s why Sammy and Brandon had decided to team up and level the playing field by busting their big-dicked, big-balled buddies’ balls.

“Zach is out”, Brandon grinned.

“Yeah”, Sammy giggled. “Have you seen his face when I locked his dick in the cage?”

“I just hope his balls won’t explode”, Brandon chuckled. “They’re huge already, and without release they’ll swell like balloons!”

The two friends shared a hearty laugh.

“Yeah, Zach is out”, Sammy chuckled.

“Now we’ve got Logan and Cal to deal with”, Brandon said. “Here’s the plan: We sneak into their rooms and milk them dry.”

Sammy looked at him. “That’s the plan?”

“That’s the plan”, Brandon grinned.

“It isn’t very sophisticated, is it?” Sammy said.

Brandon shrugged. “But it’ll work.”

Sammy thought for a moment. “What if they wake up?”

Brandon shrugged. “We’ll have to make sure they don’t.”

Sammy nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll take Logan, you’ll take Cal, alright?”

Brandon grinned. He knew that Cal was a sound sleeper. This was going to be easy. “Awesome. I’ll milk that fucking monster of his until his juicy plums are dry as prunes…”

A little later, Brandon sneaked into Cal’s room.

He looked at Cal and smiled. Cal was lying on his stomach, his legs slightly parted. His limp dick was lying peacefully between his thighs, and his big, juicy balls were draped on top of it, dangling low in his silky black scrotum.

Brandon licked his lips and climbed on top of the bed, kneeling between Cal’s legs. Gingerly, he grabbed Cal’s meaty dick and jerked the floppy tube a couple of times.

Cal let out an involuntary moan.


In the hall, Sammy had assembled a kit. Searching through his uncle’s belongings, he had found everything he needed and put it into a burlap bag.

Sammy chuckled. Who would have thought that his uncle had a kinky side?

The lanky redhead tiptoed into Logan’s room and closed the door. He reached into the bag and produced a couple of leather cuffs. He bit his lower lip. He knew he wasn’t a match for the muscular high school wrestler, and he couldn’t count on Logan sleeping through the procedure. He had to be quick. Once Logan was tied up, everything else would be a piece of cake.

He looked at Logan, sleeping on his back. His big, hard dick was standing straight up like a mighty tower, its head glistening with precum.

Someone was having a wet dream.

Sammy smiled.


Brandon was stroking Cal’s juicy cock.

It was hard as a rock.

Brandon smirked. Of course it was. Cal was a horny bastard. He let go of the hard, hot piece of flesh and smacked it with the palm of his hand.

Cal let out a sigh in his sleep.

Brandon looked down at Cal’s nuts. They looked slightly bigger than usual, probably because of the rough treatment they had been subjected to on their vacation.

Brandon grinned and grabbed Cal’s balls in his hands. His fingers closed around the meaty orbs. They felt warm and vulnerable in his hands. Brandon ran his thumbs in circles over the surface, slowly massaging Cal’s huge nuts.

With a satisfied smile, Brandon noticed a little drop of precum on the tip of Cal’s rock-hard cock.

“Attaboy”, Brandon whispered.


Logan’s dream was hot and steamy. He was lying in the grass under a tree, naked just like the two girls. One girl was straddling his face while the other was riding his hard dick. Strangely, Logan couldn’t tell them apart. They both looked like Ashley and like Megan. Weird. Hot. Awesome!

Logan was in heaven.

Gently, very gently, one of the girls grabbed his arms and held them behind his back. And suddenly, the other girl wasn’t riding his dick anymore. She was behind the tree, tying up his arms.

Then the image faded away as Logan woke up.

“No”, he mumbled. “Lemme stay.” He tried to roll over but he couldn’t. His hands. They were tied. And his legs were tied, too!

He opened his eyes sleepily.

Sammy’s smiling face appeared before him. “Wakey, wakey”, Sammy sing-songed.

Logan’s eyes widened in terror.


Brandon started squeezing Cal’s nuts harder, digging his fingertips into the two meaty orbs and squishing them in a vise-like grip.

A smile spread on Brandon’s face. There was nothing like holding someone’s manhood in his hands. It was the ultimate power rush, the knowledge that you could end a guy’s sex life right here and now.

Brandon’s thumbs dug deeper into the tender flesh of Cal’s gigantic testicles, eliciting a soft, sleepy moan from Cal.

A little more pressure and those big, manly balls would turn into a gooey mess inside Cal’s sac. A little more pressure and Cal’s mammoth cock would never get hard again. A little more pressure and Cal’s manhood would be ruined once and for all.

Brandon chuckled.

Cal’s hard dick was leaking precum like a broken faucet, soaking the mattress with his potent juice.

Brandon twisted Cal’s nuts away from each other, making Cal’s dick twitch violently.


Logan stared at Sammy, his eyes wide open. “What--- What are you--- Sammy, please---“ Logan stammered.

Sammy winked at him and smacked his nuts with the palm of his hand.

Logan’s big, cum-filled balls jiggled wildly as Logan let out an anguished grunt.

Sammy chuckled. “I bet you were looking forward to empty your balls in that hot cheerleaders tomorrow”, he grinned. “What was her name again?”

“Megan”, Logan groaned.

“Right, Megan”, Sammy grinned and slapped Logan’s nuts again.

Logan moaned in pain.

“Too bad”, Sammy sighed before wrapping his fingers around the neck of Logan’s nutsack, forming a ring with his thumb and index finger, and pressing his bulging balls to the bottom of his scrotum.

Logan stared down at his crotch, his eyes filled with terror.

“Too bad”, Sammy repeated before sending the palm of his free hand down onto Logan’s trapped nuts, crushing them flat and making Logan scream in agony.


“Here it comes”, Brandon whispered as watched Cal’s huge dick pulse and throb while he was squishing and squashing his big, fat balls with both of his hands.

Cal groaned in his sleep as his cock started spurting jet after jet of thick, creamy cum onto the mattress.

Brandon chuckled. He dug his thumbs deep into Cal’s meaty balls, squeezing his contracting testicles as they contracted, pumping spurt after spurt of Cal’s salty spunk out into the open where it seeped down into the mattress.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cal’s orgasm subsided.

Brandon watched his handiwork and smiled proudly, wiping his hands on Cal’s muscular butt. He cracked his knuckles and whispered, “I bet your balls aren’t empty yet, huh, big boy?”


Sammy was squeezing and slapping Logan’s nuts like a baker kneading cookie dough.

Logan was grunting and groaning, whimpering and moaning as his nuts were crushed by Sammy’s skinny hands.

His lanky fingers were wrapped around Logan’s nuts, squeezing the tender orbs with all the force he could muster. Occasionally, he let go of them, just to deliver a hard slap or a well-placed smack to Logan’s juicy nuggets.

Logan’s dick was hard as a rock and pointing at the ceiling. The tip of his dick was glistening, and precum was running down the length of his shaft.

Sammy smiled at him. “Let’s heat things up a bit, okay?”


Cal’s balls released their second load surprisingly fast.

Brandon had continued squeezing and squishing his nuts, not allowing Cal’s dick to go soft. And he was rewarded with a big, spunky batch of cream that seemed to be just as big as the first one.

In his sleep, Cal was groaning and moaning as his dick erupted and shot its load onto the mattress that was soaking wet with the potent juice that he had spilled just a few minutes ago.

Brandon grinned. “See?” he whispered to his sleeping friend. “I told you your balls weren’t empty yet. And I bet there’s even more where that came from!”


Logan watched in terror as Sammy pulled a pair of rubber gloves and a big jar of Icy Hot out of his burlap bag.

Winking at Logan, Sammy slipped his hands into the rubber gloves and opened the jar. He dipped his finger into the thick cream.

“Oh, no”, Logan whispered in a toneless voice.

Sammy ignored him and spread the cream on Logan’s ballbag before massaging it in with both of his hands. His gloved hands were smeared with the heat rub, and Sammy decided not to let it go to waste. He wrapped his fingers around Logan’s proud erection and jerked his dick with both of his hands, making sure to cover every inch of the shaft with the heat cream.

“No”, Logan whimpered.

Sammy leaned back and grinned. “Feel anything yet?”


Cal’s third load took a little more work. Brandon squeezed and kneaded Cal’s balls, squishing them between his fingers while Cal was moaning and groaning in his sleep.

His dick had softened a little, and it looked puffy and spongy rather than rigid and steely.

Brandon was biting his lips and gritting his teeth, trying to coax another load out of Cal’s swollen, bloated nuts.

“Come on”, Brandon mumbled. “Come on, I know there’s another one in there…”

Finally, he was rewarded with a watery flood of jizz that sputtered out of Cal’s dick.

The mattress was soaking wet with Cal’s sperm and the room was filled with the stink of sex and cum.

Brandon sighed and relaxed his hands. This was tiresome… He cracked his knuckles and grabbed Cal’s nuts again. “And on we go…”


Logan was screaming from the top of his lungs. His dick and balls felt like they were on fire.

Sammy watched him, an amused expression on his face. “You’re a screamer”, he chuckled. “Who would have guessed?” He looked around and his eyes fell onto the empty burlap bag that was lying on the ground. He picked it up, folded it and stuffed it into Logan’s mouth, muffling his screams. “We don’t want to wake the others, do we?” he winked at him.

Writhing in pain and struggling against his restraints, Logan bucked his hips, his face wet with sweat.

The sensitive skin of his nutsack and his rock-hard dick were burning, absorbing the thick layer of Icy Hot that Sammy had spread generously on Logan’s tender organs.

Sammy balled his gloved hands into fists and started punching Logan’s nuts like a prize boxer.

Punch after nutcrunching punch met Logan’s tender nuts as Logan was wailing into his gag.

Logan’s rigid cock was throbbing and pulsing as his body tensed. Finally, it erupted like a geyser, shooting rich, creamy spurts of spunk high up into the air. His salty jizz came raining back down onto Logan’s body, covering his muscular, sweaty body, his face and his hair in gooey splotches of cum.

Sammy leaned back and watched the spectacle, a huge grin on his face.


Brandon’s fingers were growing tired.

Maybe Cal’s nuts were empty at last?

Brandon had been squeezing those huge nuts for what felt like ages, but he hadn’t been able to squeeze out another drop of cum.

Cal was snoring loudly. He had slept through the hole thing, missing three orgasms.

Brandon sighed and wiped his brow that was wet with sweat.

Cal’s dick was almost completely soft now, its head smeared with his drying cum.

“Okay, final try”, Brandon mumbled and grabbed Cal’s nuts, making them lie on his open palm. Cal’s sack felt loose and relaxed even though his nuts were swollen and bigger than usual.

Brandon bit his lower lip and started slapping Cal’s nuts with his free hand at a rapid pace.

“One more load”, Brandon mumbled. “One more load.”


Logan’s orgasm lasted a long, long time.

Apparently, his balls were bottomless.

Sammy watched in awe as spurt after creamy spurt of spunk splattered out of Logan’s dick.

When the spurts seemed to grow less violent, Sammy invigorated Logan’s orgasm by grabbing Logan’s contracting balls and squeezing them as hard as he could.


“There we go!” Brandon cheered as a little stream of jizz came out of Cal’s flaccid dick, creating a new puddle of watery spunk on the stained mattress.

Brandon continued smacking his best friend’s balls, making sure to whip out every last drop of cum.

Finally, it was over.

Brandon grinned. Good work. Those gigantic balls were completely drained. There was no way Cal would be able to get it up tomorrow.

Brandon got up from the bed and sneaked out of the room, leaving Cal on the wet, cum-soaked mattress, snoring as if nothing had happened.


“Wow”, Sammy chuckled, looking at Logan’s cum-covered body.

Logan’s face was contorted in pain and coated in a thick layer of jizz. He was whimpering softly.

Sammy quickly loosened the cuffs that tied Logan’s arms and legs to the bed. He pulled the wet burlap bag out of Logan’s mouth and put the cuffs, the gloves and the jar of Icy Hot back in.

Logan curled up in a ball, whimpering in pain.

“See you tomorrow”, Sammy grinned. “You can go back to your wet dream again.” He chuckled. “Even though it might not be that wet anymore…”


Sammy and Brandon met in the hallway.

“How’d it go?” Sammy asked.

Brandon chuckled and gave a thumbs-up gesture. “You?”

“Perfect”, Sammy grinned. “He screamed and struggled but everything went great - his balls are empty to the last drop...”

Brandon stared at him. “He woke up?”

Sammy grinned. “Of course he did.”

Brandon bit his lower lip. “But-- don't you think he'll be mad as hell tomorrow?”

Sammy shrugged. “Maybe. But what can he do? His balls are empty...” He laughed. “I milked him dry.”

Brandon nodded slowly. “Zach’s locked in chastity, and Cal’s and Logan’s balls are completely drained.”

Sammy grinned. “Guess who’s not having hot cheerleader sex tomorrow?”

They shared a laugh.

“But guess who is gonna have hot cheerleader sex tomorrow!” Sammy grinned.

“Us!” Brandon cheered.

Sammy and Brandon high-fived.

Sammy adjusted the blatant erection that was tenting his boxers. “Fuck yeah!”