Friday, December 2, 2016

Stag night

Special thanks to our reader ScotLad for coming up with the idea for this story!

Featured in this story: BenColinKev and Zach (click for pictures)

“Fucking A!” Mason howled. “I knew you’d come up with something awesome, bro!”

“Fuck yeah”, Kev grinned.

“Fuck yeah!” Mason laughed, giving Kev a bro hug.

Mason choosing Kev to be the best man for his wedding had been a no brainer.

The two 20 year old studs had been best friends in school, and that hadn’t changed when Kev had moved away.

Mason was a handsome guy, tall and muscular, with short dirty blond hair and a sexy smile. He was wearing jeans and a shirt that accentuated the great shape of his body. Back in school, Mason had been very popular with the girls, even more popular than his best friend Kev.

He had been dating his bride-to-be for a couple of years now, but Kev knew Mason’s dick had been inside countless girls, and Mason hadn’t been too secretive about it. He loved talking big and shooting his mouth off.

“Let’s go”, Kev grinned, nudging Mason’s muscular upper arm. “Let’s give you a proper send-off!” He laughed and adjusted the bulge in his chinos.

“Fuck yeah!” Mason roared.

“Fuck yeah!” Kev yelled.

They got into the white stretch-limo and Kev poured Mason a shot. “Here”, he chuckled. “To get you in the mood…”

Mason laughed and downed the shot in one gulp.

Mason had just arrived in town. Kev hadn’t told him what the weekend was going to be about – but Mason had had a hunch.

Picking Mason up at the airport with a stretch-limo was a great start for a wild, hilarious stag night.

“So what are we going to do?” Mason asked, smiling at Kev.

Kev leaned back, ran his hand through his brown hair and chuckled. “We’re gonna make sure that you’ll crawl back to Emma on all fours, big guy.”

Mason laughed, adjusting his crotch. “Fuck yeah!”

Mason was blessed with a big, meaty dick that made other men turn green with envy. It was slightly larger than Kev’s impressive tool, a fact that Mason loved to remind his best friend about, and Kev usually replied with a playful smack to Mason’s big, plump low-hangers.

The limo stopped, and the door opened.

“Mason!” Colin yelled, jumping into the limo to hug the groom-to-be.

“Party! Party! Party!” Ben hollered, climbing into the car.

Colin and Ben were Kev’s buddies at the dorm.

Like Kev and Mason, they were 20 years old.

Colin was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. A baseball cap was hiding his short dark blond hair.

Ben was dressed more casually, wearing loose sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that showed off the black-haired studs muscular arms.

Kev turned up the music inside the stretch limo and told the driver to take them to the club house.

“The club house!” Mason laughed. “Fuck yeah!”

“You’re in for quite a day, buddy!” Kev chuckled, patting Mason’s shoulder and pouring him another shot.

A little while later, they arrived.

Zach was standing in the driveway, grinning from ear to ear. The blond stud was wearing blue jeans and no shirt, showing off his muscular chest and his six-pack abs.

Zach’s frat brothers were gone for the weekend, leaving Zach to look after the house. And what better way to look after it than to host the first stop of a wild bachelor party?

As soon as Mason, Kev, Ben and Colin got out of the limo, Zach handed each of them a customized t-shirt reading “Last Night Of The PLUMS! Mason’s Bachelor Party”, along with a crude black-and-white picture of Mason, passed out and naked, his impressive genitalia decorated with a black ribbon. A smaller caption below the picture read “Mason’s Balls, 1996-2016, R.I.P.”.

“Fuck, bro!” Mason laughed. “When did you take that picture?!”

Kev chuckled. “Remember when we celebrated your engagement?”

Mason burst out laughing. “Fuck you, bro! Fuck you!”

“Alright, guys”, Kev clapped his hands. “We have a lot of things planned for today. Let’s start things off with a nice little game of beer pong!”

The guys hooted and cheered as they changed into the t-shirts before Zach led them into the basement where a beer pong table was waiting for them.

“It’s the groom against the Happy Bachelors!” Kev announced.

“Damn, bro”, Mason chuckled. “I gotta play alone?!”

“That’s right”, Kev grinned. “And I know how much you suck at this.”

The rest of the guys burst out laughing.

“And to raise the stakes a bit”, Kev continued, winking at Mason who let out a deep sigh, “Whenever we score a hit you’ll not only drink but you’re also treated to a shot from each of us.” He paused, a huge grin on his face. “What kind of shot? A nut shot!”

“Bro!” Mason groaned as the rest of the guys whooped and cheered and high-fived.

Kev put his arms around Mason’s shoulder and ruffled his hair. “Last night of the plums, bro”, he grinned. “Last night of the plums…”

Mason let out a laugh as Kev smacked him in the nuts with the back of his hands, turning his laughter into a coughing fit.

“You go first, bro”, Kev chuckled. “It’s your big night.”

It became clear very early on that Mason was going to have a very painful night. After an out-and-out miss by Mason, Kev scored easily.

“Drink up”, Kev grinned as his buddies were cheering. “And spread your legs.”

Mason chuckled and downed the beer before putting his hands behind his head, spreading his legs wide apart.

His pants were bulging with his massive manhood, creating a very inviting target for Kev.

“I hope you’re not planning on having kids”, Kev chuckled before bringing his foot up between Mason’s legs, flattening his bulge and ramming his tender testicles into his body.

Mason doubled over, struggling to keep his hands behind his head, groaning in agony.

The rest of the guys burst out laughing.

One by one, the rest of the guys took their turns bashing Mason’s balls, and the groom-to-be took it like a man, grunting and groaning but refusing to go down.

After Colin had delivered his nut-shattering kick, Mason doubled over, clutching his crotch and groaning in pain.

“Fuck, that one was right on target”, he grunted to roaring laughter of the guys.

“It’s pretty hard to miss”, Kev quipped. “That’s the downside of having a monster cock, huh?”

Mason chuckled.

The second round didn’t go any better for Mason. He missed, and Ben scored.

“Damn”, Mason groaned, spreading his legs, rubbing his handsome face with both of his hands. “You have to go easy on me, guys. I need my fucking nuts if we’re going to go to a strip club later.”

Kev laughed. “What makes you think we’re going to a strip club? Your nuts will be trashed when we’re done here. No stripper in the world will be able to turn you on…”

The guys roared with laughter.

Mason chuckled. He had been to a couple of bachelor parties, and all of them had ended up in a strip club. He closed his eyes in anticipation.

Ben’s foot crashed into his manhood like a freight train, lifting him off the ground and squishing his hefty plums inside his pants.

Kev, Zach and Colin cringed in sympathy.

“Ooooooooh!” Kev chuckled, rubbing his own crotch. “God, I bet your kids will feel that one…”

Mason’s mouth was wide open and he let out a silent scream, his eyes slightly crossed, his lip quivering.

He was frozen in place, his hands cramping behind his head.

Kev let out a laugh. “Quick, get your kicks in before he goes down.”

Zach and Colin laughed.

Zach’s foot smashed into Mason’s nuggets, making him let out a croaky grunt.

Colin was next, bringing his leg back and kicking Mason’s balls with all the force he could muster.

Mason’s eyes twitched and he let out a miserable, high-pitched whimper.

Finally, Kev made him find his voice again. Kev’s foot rammed into Mason’s crotch, crunching his traumatized testicles flat, and eliciting a full-throated scream before Mason fell to his knees, clutching his crotch, his face a mask of pain.

Kev, Ben, Zach and Colin roared with laughter, and Kev raised his arms into the air as if he had just scored the winning goal in a championship soccer match.

His buddies high-fived him as Mason was writhing on the ground, clutching his groin, his face a mask of pain.

It took a little while until Mason was able to stand straight again. He was rubbing his crotch, grinning weakly. “Okay, guys, I think I’ll just give up, okay?”

As his friends protested, Mason grimaced and raised his hands. “Okay, okay, okay, what about this: You’ll each get a free shot at my nuts.”

The guys looked at each other.

“And you’ll drink all the beer on the table”, Kev said.

“Okay”, Mason grinned.

“And you’ll take off your pants”, Kev added with a grin.

Mason hesitated. “Underwear?”

“Underwear down, too”, Kev grinned at his best friend. “We want a nice, clean shot at your big fucking balls.”

Mason grimaced, adjusting the big bulge in his jeans. “Alright”, he mumbled. “Alright.” He grudgingly opened his zipper and pulled down his pants, revealing a heavily loaded pair of boxer briefs.

The guys cheered and clapped.

Mason chuckled and pulled down his underwear, slowly revealing his trimmed pubes and the root of his cock. His buddies were wolf-whistling and hooting, and Mason played along, moving his hips while exposing more and more of his limp, meaty dick like a stripper at a bachelorette party.

It seemed to take forever until the fat helmet of his oversized monster cock was revealed. His huge balls were hanging low in his reddened sack, slightly swollen, swinging lazily from side to side.

With his pants hanging around his ankles, Mason emptied the remaining cups of beer on the table, egged on by his buddies.

When Mason had downed the last cup, Kev laughed and patted the groom-to-be’s shoulder. “Time for the shots, bro.”

Glassy-eyed and with a slightly slurred pronunciation, he repeated, “Yeah, time for the shots.” Struggling to keep his balance, he took off his pants and spread his legs, a cocky smile on his face. “Bring it on!”

Kev laughed. “You want those shots, bro?”

“Fuck yeah!” Mason chuckled.

The rest of the guys laughed.

“Can’t hear you”, Kev grinned. “You want those shots, bro?”

“Fuck yeah!!” Mason laughed, putting his hands behind his head, his huge dick and his humongous balls dangling vulnerably between his thighs.

“You want those fucking nutshots, bro?” Kev yelled.

“Fuck yeah!!!” Mason roared. “Trash my fucking nuts!”

“You heard the man”, Kev laughed, turning to his buddies. “Trash his fucking nuts!”

Pumped with alcohol and adrenaline, Mason roared, “Fuck yea---“

A well-placed, hard snap kick to Mason’s juicy jellybeans made Mason go quiet immediately.

There was a loud, wet splat as Zach’s foot connected with Mason’s balls, smashing them into his body, followed by another, equally loud splat when Mason’s fat cock smacked against his abs.

Mason’s eyes watered and his eyebrows rose. His face went blank and his mouth opened to form a cute little O.

“Shit, look at his face”, Kev laughed.

“It’s like you can see his unborn children crying inside his eyes”, Colin quipped, causing the rest of the guys to roar with laughter.

“My nuts”, Mason whispered in a toneless voice, his knees shaking. “My fucking nuts, bro.”

“Your fucking nuts are gonna get crushed, bro”, Kev chuckled as he knelt in front of his best friend, balling both of his fists. “Get your fucking monster of a cock out of the way.”

Mason groaned and grabbed the tip of his dick, holding it against his abs as Kev started using his rapidly swelling spud satchel as a speedbag, making it swing wildly and eliciting all kinds of funny noises from Mason.

“Now, that’s what I call a workout routine”, Colin laughed, walking behind Mason as Kev delivered a series of rapid-fire punches to Mason’s nuts.

As soon as Kev had stopped smashing Mason’s marbles, Colin followed up with a hard kick from behind.

Mason’s eyes bulged and he let out an anguished wail as his nuts were flattened against his body like two meaty pancakes.

“One more shot and you’re done”, Kev announced, nodding at Ben who grabbed Mason by the shoulders and rammed his knee up between Mason’s thighs.

Mason let out a soprano squeal as his sensitive spuds were squished between Ben’s bony knee and his own body.

He gasped for breath and collapsed on the ground as his buddies cheered and laughed.

Kev brought a pack of ice that Mason gratefully placed on his throbbing testicles.

“Who’s up for a game of paintball?” Kev roared.

Ben, Colin and Zach cheered.

Mason let out a miserable groan. “Seriously, bro, anything is better than this.” He managed a weak grin as the guys grabbed him and brought him to the limo, leaving his jeans and his underwear behind.

The music was blaring inside the car as Mason pressed the ice pack against his aching nuts.

“You know”, he yelled, “you probably thought you took me out of the game with that beer pong stuff, right?” He chuckled and put the ice pack away, revealing his fat cock and his swollen nuts. Her jerked his dick a couple of times as his buddies laughed and cheered, bringing it to full hardness within seconds.

It was a very impressive tool, thick and fat. Mason grabbed it by the root and smacked it into the palm of his hand a couple of times.

“Everything’s working fine, see?” Mason grinned. “I’m gonna make one of tonight’s strippers a very happy lady, bro.”

Kev laughed and smacked his best friend’s nuts hard with the back of his hand. “Yeah, we’ll see”, he chuckled as Mason doubled over, groaning in pain.

A little later, they arrived at the paintball area. An instructor awaited them, handing them their equipment. Apparently he was used to dealing with bachelor’s parties: Mason’s nudity below the belt didn’t even make him raise his eyebrows. “You booked the rabbit costume as well, right?”

Kev grinned. “Sure!”

They changed into camouflage coveralls and protective helmets, but Mason’s gear was a little different from the other guys’. The most obvious difference was the color: All the other guys’ coveralls were grey, green and black, and the helmets were black. Mason’s coverall was bright pink, purple and red. His helmet was pink, with large purple rabbit ears attached to it.

But the most troubling difference, from Mason’s point of view, was the strategically placed hole at the front of his crotch, leaving his fat, meaty dick and his low-hanging balls uncovered and entirely unprotected.

“Guys”, Mason protested. “You can’t expect me to play like this!”

His friends were laughing their asses off.

Mason turned to the instructor.

“It’s the Rabbit Hunt”, the instructor said, shrugging his shoulders.

“More like the Egg Hunt”, Colin quipped to riotous laughter.

Mason blinked.

Colin aimed his marker at Mason’s crotch and fired. The paintball hit him point-blank in the left nut, making Mason yodel in pain as the left side of his sack was covered in yellow color.

“This is the safe zone”, the instructor said. “No shooting in here.” He pointed at the marked playing field. “Go there.”

Mason shook his head. “No fucking wayeeayeeeh!”

He shrieked in pain as Kev fired a paintball at his right nut, making the right side of his nutsack turn bright green.

“Sorry”, Kev grinned. “No safe zone for the bachelor.”

The instructor shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.”

Immediately, all the guys were firing their markers at Mason’s crotch, making him scream in pain as his nutsack was painted in all the colors of the rainbow.

Mason turned around and ran away, his colorful nutsack and his big, floppy cock bouncing around wildly as he tried to escape.

His friends stayed behind, firing paintballs at his ass and his back.

“Hold your weapons”, Kev yelled.

The guys chuckled as they watched Mason run through the field.

“Remember, this is an Egg Hunt”, Kev grinned. “Don’t waste your ammunition on his ass. Go for his eggs.”

His friends cheered and they followed Mason, splitting up and surrounding their target.

Cornered, Mason made a run for it.

Unfortunately, he ran right into the line of fire, as Zach fired a series of paintballs at Mason’s wildly bouncing balls, making him howl in agony before tripping and falling down.

A moment later, he was circled by his buddies who emptied their magazines onto his aching testicles, eliciting screams and shrieks, grunts and groans.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Mason squealed as his ballsack turned yellow, green, blue and orange.

His buddies were laughing their asses off.

They quickly ran out of ammunition and made their way back to the car.

Mason was limping, clutching his multi-colored nutsack, groaning in agony.

When they returned the equipment, the instructor asked, “Everything go alright?”

Kev grinned. “The rabbit’s eggs are scrambled for good, that’s for sure.”

The instructor chuckled. “Have a nice evening, guys.”

Inside the limo, Mason grabbed the ice pack and pressed it against his balls. They were severely swollen now, and even though he had tried to wipe off the paintball color, they were covered in yellow, orange, red and purple spots.

“Okay”, Mason groaned, leaning back and closing his eyes. “We’re going to the strip club now, right?”

Kev chuckled. “Wanna show us if your dick’s still working?”

Mason opened his eyes and managed a weak grin. “My dick’s always working, bro”, he said before putting the icepack away and stroking his cock.

This time, it took him a little longer to get a reaction out of his fat, meaty monster.

Eventually, though, it was fully hard. Mason’s grin widened. “See?” A drop of precum oozed out, and he scooped it up with his index finger, showing it off to his buddies. “Fully loaded and ready for action.” He chuckled. “Strip club?”

Kev looked at Colin who was sitting next to Mason.

Colin nodded and brought his fist down hard on Mason’s nuts, making him wail in agony.

“Not yet, bro”, Kev chuckled as his friends burst out laughing.

The limo stopped in front of a sports ground that looked like it had seen better times. There were two soccer goals on the withered green, and they headed towards one of them.

“We’re going to play a round of ‘Beat the Goalie’”, Kev announced.

Mason chuckled. “You know I’m good at that, bro.”

“Yeah”, Kev grinned. “I know. That’s why we’re going to have a couple of additional precautions.”

Zach, Colin and Zach grabbed Mason and pulled him towards the goal.

Mason struggled to no avail. “Wait--- What--- Bro---“

They tied his hands to the crossbar and spread his legs wide apart, tying his feet to the posts.

“Holy shit, this is going to hurt”, Zach chuckled.

“Bro”, Mason groaned, his swollen balls and fat, limp cock dangling vulnerably between his thighs. “Come on.”

“Where are the balls?” Ben asked, looking around.

“Oops”, Kev grinned. “Seems like I have forgotten to bring any balls.” He chuckled and reached between Mason’s legs, tugging on his swollen nuts before giving them a playful smack.

Mason let out an anguished yelp.

“Seems like we’ll have to make do with these”, Kev grinned.

The rest of the guys hooted and cheered as Kev took a step back and brought his foot up between Mason’s legs.

His instep collided with Mason’s balls, ramming them into his body and making him scream from the top of his lungs.

“Gooooaaaal!” Kev roared, high-fiving his friends as Mason struggled against his restraints.

One by one, they kicked Mason’s nuts, erupting in cheers and applause as Mason’s nuts were crushed time and time again.

Colin proved to be a particularly good goalscorer, hitting both of Mason’s fat low-hangers dead-on with every kick.

Mason’s face was contorted in agony, his eyes clenched shut, his mouth open wide as he screamed from the top of his lungs.

His balls were black and blue, adding entirely new range of colors to the keepsakes of the paintball adventure, and his dick had suffered quite a bit of collateral damage. His massive schlong was dangling heavily in front of his low-hanging babymakers. But instead of offering protection, the pesky appendix added to the pain in Mason’s manhood. The fat head of his meaty dick acted as an amplifier, crushed between the guy’s feet and his traumatized testicles.

Finally, when Mason’s voice turned hoarse and raspy from all the screaming, the guys had mercy and untied him, allowing him to curl up on the ground, nursing his battered balls and his bruised cock, whimpering in pain.

His buddies joked and laughed, drinking beer and waiting for him to recover.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mason raised his head, his face a mask of pain. “Strip club?” he croaked.

His friends roared with laughter.

“Fuck, bro”, Kev chuckled. “You really want to go to the club, right?”

Mason grinned weakly and got up, tentatively stroking his sore cock until it was fully hard.

“Yup”, he grinned, pointing at his erect member. “Definitely.”

“Alright”, Kev chuckled. “Let’s go!”

The guys cheered and hooted as they entered the limo that drove them to the Wet’nWild Emporium.

Before they got out of the car, Mason pleaded with his best man to let him put on pants so he could hide his swollen nuts and his bruised, floppy cock.

“What, you’re shy all of a sudden?” Kev chuckled, opening the door.

“Please, bro”, Mason grimaced. “I---“

“Come on, man, you’re proud of your fucking cock”, Kev chuckled. “And rightly so! It’s a nice, big piece of meat.” He reached over and smacked Mason’s limp cock. “It’s a fucking monster”, he continued with a grin as Mason’s dong swung from side to side between his thighs. “The girls are gonna go wild…”

Mason managed a weak grin. “You think so?”

“Fuck yeah”, Kev chuckled. “Right, guys?”

Colin, Ben and Zach laughed.

“I dunno”, Mason mumbled. “I mean, it’s the girls that are supposed to be naked, right?”

“Look at it this way”, Kev chuckled. “As soon as one of the girls gives you a lap dance you can slide right into her…”

Mason’s dick hardened instantly as the other guys hooted and cheered.

“Alright”, Mason grinned weakly, his dick fully hard now. “Let’s do this.”

They got out of the car.

The parking lot, dimly illuminated by a huge neon sign that promised “XXX 24/7” below a a big-bosomed girl whose nipples were blinking, was filled with cars, and men of all ages were walking past them, heading for the entrance. Muted, thumping music was emanating from the strip club.

“Fuck yeah!” Mason roared, raising his hands into the air, his hard, bruised cock pointing at the building, his swollen, battered balls dangling below. “That’s what I call a bachelor party!”

“One more thing”, Kev said. “We have one last game to play before we go in.”

Mason stared at him. “No more fucking nutshots, bro!” He grabbed his nutsack and weighed his precious, oversized jewels in his hand. “I don’t think I can take any more nutshots.”

Kev chuckled. “Alright.” He looked at Colin, Ben and Zach. “No nutshots, okay?”

The boys nodded, grudgingly.

“We’re going to play a game of dares”, Kev said, handing everybody a piece of paper.

The rest of the guys, including Mason, cheered.

Everybody wrote down a dare.

Mason chuckled. Now it was payback time. He folded his piece of paper and smiled.

Kev reached inside the car and asked for the limo driver’s hat to collect the pieces of paper. But before doing so, he hesitated. “You know what?” Kev grinned. “Backfire!”

Mason paled. “What?!”

“Backfire”, Kev grinned.

Mason gulped. “Wait, bro. You can’t just---“

“Sure I can”, Kev grinned. “That’s the rules, right guys?”

“Right”, Ben chuckled. “When someone calls backfire we all have to do our own dares.”

Colin and Zach nodded their head, grinning.

Mason blinked nervously. “But---“

“Let’s start with you, Zach”, Kev grinned.

Zach let out an exaggerated sigh and unfolded his piece of paper. “Let Mason kiss on you on the cheek.” He pretended to be embarrassed. “Damn”, he said, his huge grin giving him away. He closed his eyes and cocked his head, offering his cheek to Mason.

Mason groaned.

“Come on”, Kev grinned. “Rules are rules.”

Mason grimaced and gave Zach’s cheek a quick kiss.

Zach chuckled as the others burst out laughing.

“You’re next, Ben”, Kev said.

Like Zach, Ben let out an exaggerated sigh. “Let Mason kiss you on the biceps”, he read, shrugging his shoulders.

Mason stared at him.

Ben flexed his muscles, looking at Mason expectantly.

Mason rolled his eyes and kissed Ben’s biceps.

The rest of the guys cheered and laughed.


Colin’s sigh was even more exaggerated than Ben’s and Zach’s, and he couldn’t hide a wide smirk. “Let Mason kiss you on the---“ Colin’s eyes narrowed. “Damn, I can’t read my own writing…”

The guys burst out laughing as Mason shifted nervously.

“Oh, right”, Colin chuckled and looked at Mason. “On the ass cheeks. Both of them. Make it nice and sloppy.”

Colin turned around, bent over and pulled down his pants, revealing his naked butt.

The guys erupted with laughter.

Mason groaned. “Guys…”

“What are you waiting for?” Kev grinned.

His face filled with disgust, Mason leaned over and kissed Colin’s ass cheeks, making the group roar with laughter.

“A bit of tongue would have been nice”, Colin chuckled as he pulled up his pants.

Mason groaned.

“Alright, my turn”, Kev chuckled. “Let Mason kiss you on the cock.” He looked up, feigning embarrassment. “Wow. Awkward.” He shrugged his shoulders and pulled down his pants, grabbing his limp dick and holding it up.

Mason stared at it. “Bro”, he mumbled.

“Come on, kiss it!” Kev chuckled.

Mason inhaled deeply and kissed the tip of Kev’s dick. His lips barely touched it.

“Kiss it like you mean it!” Kev chuckled and grabbed Mason by the back of his head, pulling him down.

Mason opened his mouth to protest, only to take in Kev’s cock to the root.

The guys roared with laughter as Mason backed away, grimacing and groaning.

“You’re a good kisser”, Kev laughed, stowing his dick back into his pants. “You’ll make somebody a great husband!”

Mason wiped his mouth, blushing.

“Okay, now”, Kev smiled at his best friend. “Your turn.”

Mason closed his eyes and sighed.

His erection had waned. His erect cock had turned into a drooping piece of meat.

He opened his piece of paper. “Let everybody kick you in the nuts”, he said in a toneless voice.

Kev, Colin, Ben and Zach burst out laughing.

Mason quickly rumpled the piece of paper but before he could throw it away, Kev grabbed it. “Let me see.”

Mason sighed.

“A dozen times!” Kev read, roaring with laughter. “It says, ‘Let everybody kick you in the nuts a dozen times’!”

Mason looked miserable.

“You were going for revenge, huh?” Kev grinned.

Mason sighed. “I was hoping you’d draw it, bro”, he said with a weak grin.

Kev chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “Bad luck, bro.”

“Yeah”, Mason grimaced. “Bad luck.”

Kev turned to his buddies. “Who wants to crush this bachelor’s chance of having children?” he yelled.

Ben, Colin and Zach hooted and clapped their hands.

“Who wants to ruin his wedding night?” Kev hollered.

His friends roared with approval.

Mason looked like he was about to faint.

“Who wants to make him remember this party forever and ever and ever?” Kev yelled from the top of his lungs.

Ben, Colin and Zach cheered wildly.

“Alright, bachelor”, Kev grinned, patting his best friend on the shoulder. “Say goodbye to your manhood.”

Mason gulped.

“Spread ‘em, bro”, Kev chuckled.

A defeated expression on his face, Mason did as he was told.

One by one, the four muscular studs delivered twelve hard, well-placed kicks to Mason’s ever-swelling nuts, making him grunt and groan, roar and howl, shriek and squeal in agony.

When they were done, Mason was a wreck.

His nuts were ridiculously swollen, filling out his entire sack that was shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow. His cock was beet red and badly bruised, and it was all too clear that it was rendered entirely useless for the night.

Mason was on the ground, cupping his dick and balls, lamenting the sorry state of his manhood.

“Come on, bro”, Kev squatted down next to him. “Let’s go in.” He chuckled. “Can you get it hard?”

Mason let out a miserable groan and started rubbing his limp dick.

His friends watched him, laughing derisively, as Mason tried desperately to jerk off, his naked ass sitting in the parking lot in front of a strip club as hordes of men walked past them, snickering and pointing.

After five minutes of frantic jerking, Mason gave up. He looked at Kev and shook his head.

Kev turned to his buddies and laughed. “Looks like that was the straw that broke the camel’s balls”, he quipped, making his buddies roar with laughter.

“Come on, man”, Kev chuckled and helped his buddy up.

Mason groaned and grimaced as he limped towards the entrance of the strip club, holding on to his best man for support. His battered balls and his limp, floppy cock were hurting like hell.

“Don’t worry”, Kev grinned. “We’ll get you an icepack when we get a lapdance. I hope you’ll enjoy watching us enjoy ourselves…”

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Video links: Animated agony (2)

Is there anything better than seeing a guy get hit in the crotch? Well, maybe there is: seeing a guy in an animated TV show get hit in the crotch. Granted, there are no actual testicles getting hurt (unless they rely on method acting in the dubbing studio...), but the hilarious reactions more than make up for that...

Here are some of my favorite nutshots from animated TV shows.

Let's kick things off with Canadian TV show Total Drama. It seems like the show runners really, really liked to see the male characters get knocked in the gonads. We have already seen a couple of Total Drama nutshots - and here are even more. This is a great compilation of cringe-inducing scenes from the show, complete with funny voices, hilarious facial expressions, amusing sound effects, and jaunty oneliners. My favorite line is the high-pitched "I thought I might get kicked in the kiwis, but the goat was a surprise." (1:05) Ha!

Monday, November 28, 2016

Snapshot: The package

This is the fifth part of a loose series of short stories inspired by pictures that I found on the web. They don't necessarily feature any of the regular characters. If you have an inspiring picture let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (

Previous episodes:

The loser
The farmer's sons
The intern
The boyfriend

The package arrived at noon.

It was a large box, and the two delivery men huffed and puffed as they carried it into the living room.

"Heavy", one of the men grunted, wiping his forehead and looking at Mr. Hammond expectantly.

"Thank you, guys", Mr. Hammond said with a smile, reaching into his pocket and handing each of the men a couple of bills.

"No prob", the other delivery man grinned, pocketing the money. "Heavy machinery?"

"Nah", Mr. Hammond chuckled. He looked at the box and smiled. "Just some toys."

The delivery men chuckled.

When they were gone, Mr. Hammond opened the box.

The boy was neatly tied up, his feet crossed behind his head, his hands crossed under his ass, tied together and attached to the rope that went around the boy's genitalia, propping up his dick and balls.

"Huh", Mr. Hammond mumbled, inspecting the boy's junk. "Smaller than I expected."

"Not happy?" the boy said, looking concerned. "You could send me back and tell headquarters to send an L or XL model if you---"

"It's okay", Mr. Hammond interrupted him, squeezing the nuts with his strong hands. "They'll do."

The boy smiled at him. "That's nice to hear. Starting now, you'll have 24 hours to do whatever you want to them before they come to take me back to headquarters for recuperation." He glanced at his nuts and chuckled. "They are pretty full so I guess they'll be good for at least three or four rounds."

Mr. Hammond grinned. "Nice."

The boy smiled politely. "Make sure to fill out the feedback form on the website if you're happy with my service." He grimaced comically. "I always say this beforehand because I won't be in able to speak much when you're done with me..."

Mr. Hammond laughed. "You certainly won't." He reached behind the door and grabbed his baseball bat. It was a large, wooden one that he had gotten years back when he was in college.

"That'll do some damage", the boy quipped. "Come on, hit 'em out of the park!"

Mr. Hammond grinned. He'd certainly try to. He tapped the boy's balls playfully with the business end of the bat, eliciting a soft moan from the boy.

Then he brought the bat back, his eyes on the target, the boy's smooth, neatly tied ballbag.

He liked to start off a session with a couple of hard shots with his bat. That'd soften the balls up, make them swell nicely. After that, even the lightest slap would cause unspeakable pain.

Mr. Hammond smiled.

The baseball bat whooshed down, connecting with the boy's trapped nuts with a loud, wet splat.

The boy screamed from the top of his lungs.

For a split second, a thought popped into his head.

Maybe it was time to get a new job.

Then his vision blurred and everything went white with hot, sharp, unbearable pain.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Hot and horny (Stefan meets Logan)

Special thanks to Stefan for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who will grow an instant boner when looking at Stefan's pictures!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

And, as a special treat, here are some pictures of Stefan. He shared them with me, and I anonymized them so Stefan won't get into trouble with his girlfriend... Thank you very, very much, Stefan, for these pictures and for a tremendously entertaining and hot conversation! I sure hope we'll stay in touch! :-))

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Stefan spotted the hot, young couple right away, sitting at the other end of the swimming pool, holding hands.

He couldn’t help but notice the girl’s nice round breasts and her long, beautiful legs. She was just beautiful.

When the girl glanced over at him, Stefan quickly averted his eyes.

The 20 year old had arrived just a week ago to spend three months in the United States. He had been looking forward to the stay abroad, even if it meant leaving his girlfriend behind in Finland. He was missing her. Badly. His balls were churning with pent-up sperm and his dick had a mind of its own, growing hard at the most inconvenient times.

Like right now.

He was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of speedos that were starting to tent with his boner. Thank goodness he was alone in the sports center, except for the couple.

Stefan sheepishly adjusted his crotch.

He noticed the girl glancing over again.

This time, Stefan didn’t look away.

She reminded him of his girlfriend, Aino, a beautiful girl with long blond hair and a very nice pair of breasts.

Stefan’s dick stirred inside his speedos.

The girl turned to her boyfriend and whispered something into his ear that made them both laugh.

When they both looked over, Stefan jumped into the pool.

He needed to cool off.

When he got out of the water, the couple was still there.

As was his boner, despite getting chilled in the cool water.

Stefan got out of the pool and ran his hands through his wet hair. He was so fucking horny. He shifted and adjusted his crotch. The inner spandex of his swimwear was sticking to his nutsack, gluing it uncomfortably to the underside of his dick. He hated it when that happened. It made his junk feel sticky and itchy.

He glanced at the couple again.

The boy was gone.

The girl was looking at him.

A smile spread on Stefan’s handsome face. He was blond and blue-eyed, looking very Scandinavian. His body was on the lanky side but he was an experienced swimmer, and it was showing.

“Hey there”, Stefan said, walking over to the girl. “I’m Stefan.”

“Ashley”, the girl said, a cute smile on her face.

“Nice to meet you, Ashley”, Stefan said, smiling.

Ashley glanced at his crotch. “Nice to meet you too, Stefan.”

Stefan’s smile widened. He put his hands on his hips as if to show that he had nothing to hide.

The outline of his genitalia was visible in his wet speedos. He had a nice dick, not too large, but larger than average. His balls were plump and big, and full of cum.

“You’re not from here, right?” Ashley said.

Stefan raised his eyebrows. “Is it that obvious?”

Ashley laughed. “Well, I haven’t seen you before.”

Stefan chuckled. “I’m from Finland. I’m here for three months.”

There was moment of silence.

Stefan’s boner twitched and he resisted the urge to grab his crotch. There was that sticky, itchy feeling in his speedos again. He cleared his throat and smiled. “Was that your boyfriend?”

“Yes, actually”, came a voice from behind him. “I’m her boyfriend.”

Stefan winced.

Ashley giggled.

Ashley’s boyfriend put his arm around her as if to stress his claim on her. “I’m Logan”, he said, eyeing Stefan from head to toe.

Stefan smiled awkwardly. “Nice to meet you. I’m Stefan.”

Ashley snuggled up to Logan. “He’s from Finland.”

Logan nodded. “I see.”

Logan was a muscular, athletic guy, 18 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes just like Stefan. His choice of swimwear was a little less European, a little more modest than Stefan’s. He was wearing a pair of patterned swimming trunks that didn’t show off his package quite as frankly as Stefan’s speedos.

Ashley’s eyes were glued to Stefan’s crotch.

Stefan was aware of her stare, as was Logan.

Stefan gulped. He didn’t want to cover his boner but he didn’t feel comfortable with Ashley checking out his genitalia either. He cleared his throat. “I hope my choice of swimwear is not too bold”, he said cockily. “It’s just that I'm a competitive swimmer and shorts would only slow me down.”

Ashley giggled. “I like bold men…”

Stefan's dick twitched, much to the amusement of Ashley.

Logan looked at his girlfriend before turning to Stefan. There was a brief glimpse of irritation in his eyes, and Stefan thought for a moment that Logan would throw a punch at him.

Instead, Logan chuckled. “You’re a swimmer, huh? Fancy a little race?” He nodded at the pool.

Stefan shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

Ashley tore her eyes away from Stefan’s bulge and looked at her boyfriend. “But I thought we wanted to…” Her voice trailed off as she stared at Logan.

“Oh”, Stefan said quickly. “If it’s a bad time we can---“

“No, no, it’s fine”, Logan said without breaking eye contact with him. “Let’s do it.”

“Logan!” Ashley whispered. “I thought---“

Stefan cleared his throat. “You know, I don’t want to---“

“It will only take a minute”, Logan interrupted her, looking at Stefan

Stefan shrugged his shoulders. “Okay.” He adjusted his crotch, trying to peel the inner spandex of his speedos from his dick and balls.

Logan’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed his own crotch and adjusted it, making sure to grab his junk in a way that highlighted his ample package. “Let’s do it right here, right now.”

Stefan pretended not to notice. “Okay.”

“Okay”, Logan said.

Stefan nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay”, Logan said.

Ashley rolled his eyes. “But we---“

“Just wait here”, Logan said. “I’ll be right back.”

Ashley let out an annoyed sigh and sat down on a bench as the boys stood side by side at the edge of the pool.

“Ten lanes”, Logan said.

Stefan nodded. “Okay.”

“You give the signal, babe, okay?” Logan said.

Ashley pouted. “Logan, I want to go home and---“

“Just give the signal”, Logan said. “I’ll be right with you.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Ready”, she said in a bored voice. “Steady. Go.”

The boys jumped into the water and started swimming as if they were trying to escape a shark.

It was a close race up until the fourth lane when Stefan took the lead. Logan was hot on his heels but by the end of the sixth lane Stefan managed to shake him off, increasing the distance and finishing the race more than half a lane ahead of Logan.

They stopped, catching their breath.

“Congratulations”, Logan said, breathing heavily. “You’re… you’re good.”

“Thanks”, Stefan said, panting. “I’m… You’re… not bad either...” He turned to Logan and grinned. “In fact… You’re… You’re better than I expected…” He winked at Logan. “I had to… make an effort...”

Logan let out a laugh.

They got out of the water.

Ashley was gone.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Stefan asked, adjusting his wet speedos.

Logan shrugged his shoulders. “She’ll be right back I suppose.”

Stefan nodded. His body was dripping wet. “She’s hot.”

Logan looked at him. “Yeah.”

“Very hot”, Stefan said.

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “If you think you can just---“

“Sorry”, Stefan said quickly. “I didn’t mean to--- It’s just that I--- She reminds me of my girlfriend back in Finland.”

Logan chuckled, nodding at Stefan’s obvious erection. “You miss her, huh?”

“Fuck yeah”, Stefan groaned, adjusting his hard dick inside his speedos. “It’s been a week and---“ He let out a laugh. “I’m so fucking horny.”

Logan joined in the laughter. “She hot?”

“Aino?” Stefan chuckled. “Fuck yeah!”

“As hot as Ashley?” Logan grinned.

Stefan smiled cockily. “Hotter.”

“No way”, Logan chuckled.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Well, my friend”, Logan grinned. “Unfortunately, your girlfriend is back in Finland, and you’re here, all by yourself.” His grin widened. “And while you’ll probably blow your load into a sock tonight, thinking about Aino or Ashley or some other hot girl, I’ll be fucking my super-hot girlfriend all night long.” He winked at Stefan. “She promised to give me a blowjob tonight”, he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “And I tell you, she’s very, very good at it…”

Stefan let out a frustrated moan as his dick twitched inside his speedos.

Logan noticed, chuckling. “You know what Ashley told me right before you came over?” He grinned at Stefan’s miserable expression. “She told me to go home with her, and put on my speedos. She wanted me to parade around for her. What’s the words she used? Oh yeah: ‘You parade around for me with all your goods displayed neatly and tightly, and then I’ll blow you like never before.’” He chuckled and put his hand on Stefan’s shoulder, feigning sympathy. “I’m so sorry. Looks like you won the race but I get the prize…”

Stefan’s rock-hard dick was tenting his wet speedos. He cleared his throat. “So where is she?”

Logan looked around. “She’ll be back any second”, he said confidently.

Stefan chuckled. “You sure?”

Logan grinned. “Of course.”

Stefan’s eyes fell on a piece of paper that was lying on the bench where Ashley had sat.

Logan followed his gaze and picked it up. He instantly recognized Ashley’s handwriting. It was a short note that made Logan groan.

Stefan raised his eyebrows.

Logan handed him the piece of paper.

Stefan looked at it. “Go blow yourself. A.” He laughed.

“Fuck”, Logan mumbled.

“Trouble in paradise?” Stefan chuckled.

Logan sighed. “Ashley’s a great girl – but when she’s in a mood you better keep out of her way…”

Stefan grinned. “So no blowjob tonight?”

Logan grimaced. “More like no blowjob for the rest of the month.”

“Ouch”, Stefan chuckled.

“Yeah, ouch”, Logan sighed. He shifted uncomfortably. “Worst of all, I saved up for her.”

Stefan looked at him.

“I didn’t shoot my load”, Logan explained. “Didn’t cum since…” He thought for a moment. “Saturday.”

“Double ouch”, Stefan said, grimacing in sympathy.

“Yeah”, Logan adjusted his crotch.

“Welcome to the club”, Stefan grinned.

“Blue Balls Club”, Logan dead-panned. “Bring your own leverages.”

They burst out laughing.

“Fuck, I’m going to cream my pants if we talk about girls any longer”, Stefan said, squeezing his crotch. “Fancy another race?”

Logan let out a laugh. “No fucking way. You’re just going to kill me again.”

Stefan grinned. “Show you who’s a real man, you mean.”

Logan chuckled. “What about a wrestling match?”

Stefan grimaced. “I know nothing about wrestling.”

Logan grinned. “No problem. Wanna give it a go?”

“In our swimming trunks?” Stefan adjusted his crotch.

“Why not”, Logan said.

“Here?” Stefan chuckled.

“We can go into the locker rooms”, Logan shrugged his shoulders. “There’s nobody there.”

Stefan looked at him. His dick was rock hard. His balls were boiling with cum. His blood was brimming with testosterone and adrenaline. “Alright”, he said.

Logan crumpled up Ashley’s note and headed for the door.

Stefan followed him.

They entered the locker room, and Logan smiled at Stefan. “Wait a second, I’ll be right back.”

Stefan chuckled. “Yeah, sure just like your girlfriend, huh? Don’t you have to promise me a blowjob first?”

Logan laughed as he left the room.

He returned a minute later, holding a workout mat that he placed on the tiled ground.

“You’re prepared”, Stefan grinned.

Logan shrugged and smiled at Stefan. “You don’t want me to break your bones when I wipe the floor with you, right?” He unwittingly grabbed his crotch and squeezed his package.

Stefan chuckled. “Good thinking.” His dick was rock hard as he looked at his opponent.

Despite the fact that Stefan was two years older than Logan, they looked very much the same age. Logan was bit more muscular than Stefan, but they shared a boyish, handsome look.

“You ready?” Logan grinned, rubbing his hands as he assumed a staggered stance.

Stefan chuckled. “I don’t know, am I?” He didn’t know why but his heart was pounding and he was eager to wrap his hands around Logan’s body, to feel his muscles, to grab him, to fight him and to defeat him.

Judging from the huge boner inside his swimming trunks, Logan’s feeling were very similar. “Alright, let’s do this”, Logan said, his eyes filled with hunger.

He lunged at Stefan. It took him only a couple of seconds to pin Stefan down.

The second round didn’t go any better, and Stefan found himself in a three-quarter nelson less than a minute into the match.

“Fuck, you’re good”, Stefan grunted, panting heavily, as Logan let go of him.

Logan chuckled. “Come on, stand up, this isn’t over yet! Best of five!”

Stefan let out a groan. Logan was so good at this that he didn’t stand a chance. And yet he continued fighting.

Logan attacked him, throwing him off guard. They rolled around on the mat, their muscular bodies rubbing against each other.

Stefan felt Logan’s hard dick poke into his thigh and he felt his own boner twitch inside his speedos.

A moment later, Logan had Stefan in a half-nelson.

Both Stefan and Logan were panting heavily. Their muscular bodies were glued together by their sweat.

Stefan waved his arm. Suddenly, his fingers bumped against Logan’s hard cock. Without making the conscious decision, Stefan went for Logan’s balls. His fingers snuck into the leg opening of Logan’s swimming trunks and he grabbed hold of Logan’s fat, plump nuts, yanking them out and squeezing them as hard as he could.

He felt Logan’s nuts pulse between his fingers, and he heard Logan yelp in surprise and pain. He squeezed harder, making Logan’s voice go up an octave as he yodeled in agony as Stefan squished his tender nuggets with his bare hand.

Logan’s hold on Stefan weakened, and Stefan took the opportunity to throw Logan off him, making him lie on his back while holding on to Stefan’s nuts.

Stefan was straddling Logan, facing his feet, his body weight resting on his chest.

They were in a 69 position, and Stefan took full advantage of it. He grabbed Logan’s nuts with both of his hands, separating each of the balls between his index and middle fingers, squeezing the nut with all the force he could muster.

Logan let out an anguished wail. “That’s illegal!” he protested, his face contorted in pain.

“You’re not getting a blowjob anyway, remember”, Stefan mused, crushing Logan’s balls mercilessly with both of his hands. “So what do you need your nuts for?” He applied even more force, flattening Logan’s nuts like pancakes.

The sight of Logan’s trapped balls between his fingers made Stefan’s hard dick tickle and twitch.

Logan’s eyes crossed and he let out a miserable moan as his balls were held captive in Stefan’s merciless nut-claw. “Let go of my nuts!” he pleaded frantically.

“Sorry”, Stefan chuckled, twisting Logan’s balls and making him wail in agony. “Say goodbye to your little balls…”

Logan let out an anguished scream. Suddenly, he saw something. His lifesaver was right in front of his eyes! He pulled down Stefan’s speedos, exposing his butt cheeks, and reached between his thighs, pulling back Stefan’s big, plump nuts. They were a little smaller than Logan’s but by no means small. In fact, they fit right into Logan’s hands.

Taking a page from Stefan’s book, Logan grabbed Stefan’s testicles with both of his hands, trapping each of his balls individually between his index and middle finger and pressing his thumbs into the tender flesh.

“Holy fuck!” Stefan grunted.

“Let go of my balls!” Logan moaned.

“No fucking way!” Stefan groaned, doubling down and squeezing Logan’s nuts mercilessly.

“I’ll turn your nuts into fucking paste!” Logan whimpered, squishing Stefan’s balls as hard as he could.

“I think I can feel your left nut popping!” Stefan’s thumb was pressing into the tender flesh of Logan’s fat left testicle as if he was trying to core them.

Logan’s voice reached completely new heights. His eyes crossed, his mouth handing open, he let out a soprano squeal.

He squished Stefan’s balls, his knuckles whitening as he pressed his fingers together, viciously flattening Stefan’s tough balls.

Stefan joined Logan in a soprano duet that would have made a pair of opera singers proud.

Both Stefan and Logan were screaming, their high-pitched voices filling the locker room, as they squished and squashed each other’s most prized possessions.

Their balls were rapidly swelling inside the strong, relentless hands of their opponent, but neither of them was willing to give up.

“It hasn’t popped yet, has it?” Stefan squeaked, his face contorted in pain. “My nuts are tougher than yours!” As if to prove his point, Stefan twisted Logan’s nuts away from each other, making him yodel in pain.

“We’ll see about that”, Logan squealed, changing his technique. He grabbed Stefan’s nutsack by the neck, forming a little ring with his thumb and index finger, and yanked down hard.

Stefan screamed from the top of his lungs.

“You should see your balls – they look horrible!” Logan smacked Stefan’s swollen balls hard with the palm of his hand, eliciting a high-pitched wail.

“Yours don’t look any better”, Stefan retorted, closing both of his hands around Logan’s ballsack and grinding the tender orbs between them.

They continued bashing each others’ nuts mercilessly, squeezing and smacking them, twisting them, yanking and pulling on them.

Finally, Logan blurted out, “Maybe we should call it a draw.” His face was a mask of pain. His body was drenched in sweat.

“No way!” Stefan grunted, pressing his thumbs into Logan’s meaty balls.

Logan wailed in agony. “Time out! Time out!”

“Okay”, Stefan groaned.

They stopped bashing each others’ nuts but kept holding on to the captive nutsacks, keeping them hostage, ready to start the assault anew in the blink of an eye.

“Okay”, Logan moaned.

Stefan looked at Logan’s nutsack in his hand. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck, your balls are wrecked! I hope you didn’t plan on having children because, well”, he laughed, “these two beauties are pretty much destroyed.”

Logan let out a long groan. “Same here, buddy, same here. You thought you had blue balls before, right? Now they’re black and blue…”

Even though their balls were bruised and swollen, the two studs’ dicks were rock hard inside their swimwear.

Stefan grimaced. “Okay, what’s the plan?”

Logan coughed. “We can go on with this and turn each others’ nuts into peanut butter…”

Stefan gulped.

“Or we change the challenge”, Logan continued.

“What do you have in mind?” Stefan groaned.

“Well, we were talking about blowjobs earlier, right?” Logan said.

“Yeah”, Stefan said, his dick twitching at the thought.

“What about this”, Logan said, grimacing. “We suck each other off. And whoever manages to suck a load out of their opponents balls is the winner.”

Stefan didn’t have to think twice. “Alright”, he said hoarsely, his dick twitching in anticipation.

Remaining in the 69 position, they took off their swimwear.

Both of their dicks were rock hard and leaking precum.

Logan jerked Stefan’s cock a couple of times. It was a nice, hard, long piece of meat. It’s scent, salty and sweaty and irresistibly manly, filled his nostrils. He tugged at Stefan’s foreskin and chuckled.

Stefan was marveling at Logan’s incredible dick. It was larger than his and a bit fatter, a thick, meaty monster. He had seen a couple of dicks before, but this was a thing of beauty. It was cut, its bulbous head glistening with precum. He couldn’t wait to get this wonderful piece into his mouth, to wrap his lips around it and suck Logan’s cum out of his bruised and battered balls.

“You’re not circumcised”, Logan said, playing with Stefan’s foreskin. “It looks… weird…”

“Wait till you have it in your pretty little mouth”, Stefan chuckled.

They both laughed, forgetting about the pain in their nuts for a moment.

“Ready?” Logan said in a husky, horny voice.

“Oh yeah”, Stefan whispered.

He wrapped his lips around Logan’s dick, tasting his precum on his tongue. The sensation was almost overwhelming. The heat and the pent-up lust that was radiating from Logan’s beautiful cock made Stefan dizzy and giddy and hungry for the creamy treat that was stored in Logan’s swollen babymakers.

Logan tentatively stuck his tongue out and ran it over the tip of Stefan’s dick, circling the rim of the mushroom head, sneaking under his foreskin.

The room was filled with slurping and moaning, sucking and panting as they both worked their hearts out trying to make their opponent cum.

While sucking passionately on Logan’s magnificent dick, Stefan couldn’t help but notice the irony: Just a few moments ago he had been bashing Logan’s balls in, trying to crush his nuts with his bare fingers, and now he had his dick in his mouth, pleasuring it to release the flood of pent-up jizz from his fat nuggets.

Logan was getting closer and closer to orgasm as Stefan expertly sucked on his dick.

There was no question about it: When it came to cocksucking, Stefan was an artful, gifted master, and Logan was merely a talented amateur.

Logan’s dick was leaking precum like mad, and Stefan gulped it all down eagerly, using his tongue and his lips, his tonsils and his palate to pleasure the throbbing boner, inching Logan closer and closer to orgasm.

Logan was slurping on Stefan’s cock, panting heavily, trying to keep up with Stefan’s passionate, increasingly aggressive technique.

“Oh god”, Logan moaned, muffled by Stefan’s dick. “Oh, god!”

A second later, Stefan’s cheeks puffed with Logan’s enormous load. A week’s worth of creamy, salty semen filled his mouth, and Stefan swallowed it eagerly, sucking every drop of cum out of Logan’s swollen nuts, milking him dry with his wet mouth, savoring the delicious fruit of his labor.

Logan was moaning and groaning, twitching and squirming, as his body was rocked by what was probably the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced.

The slurping sound of Stefan gulping down Logan’s cum mixed with Logan’s moans of pleasure.

Finally, Logan’s balls were drained, and Stefan came up for air. “Ahhhhh!” he sighed, a little drop of cum running down his chin. He wiped it off and chuckled. “Fuck, that was good.”

“Good?” Logan was panting heavily, his body covered in sweat. “Good? That was fucking amazing! Seriously, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

Stefan turned around and grinned. “Better than your girlfriend?”

Logan let out a laugh. “Don’t tell her but – holy fuck, yeah!”

Stefan wiped his mouth and chuckled.

“Amazing”, Logan sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes. “Fucking amazing.”

Stefan laughed. “Well, you know, I’ve been practicing a lot”, he chuckled, “with both men and women. If you ask me you can’t give a good blowjob if you haven’t experienced a good blowjob.”

“Amazing”, Logan repeated slowly. “Thank you.” He opened his eyes and grinned at Stefan. “You’re a great teacher. Maybe I could use another lesson so I get better at it?”

Stefan laughed. “Anytime. But first I want my prize.”

“What do you mean?” Logan mumbled, utterly exhausted and drained of energy.

“Well, I won”, Stefan grinned. “Now it’s time to collect the prize.”

Logan smiled sleepily. “Sure, go ahead. Anything you want.”

Stefan chuckled. He leaned over and studied Logan’s face.

It was glowing with post-orgasmic bliss. He looked so cute and vulnerable.

Stefan’s dick was hard and throbbing. He licked his lips.

For a brief moment, he was of two minds about how to proceed. Kiss and cuddle, or relishing his moment of undisputed dominance.

He grinned.

Then he slapped Logan’s face.

Logan’s eyes opened wide and he let out a surprised yelp.

“Alright then”, Stefan chuckled. “Get up.”

Logan stared at Stefan, sitting up. “What do you---“

Stefan grabbed Logan’s head with both of his hands and pressed it into his crotch. “Let’s see”, he said with a grin as Logan face was buried in his manhood. “What do I want?”

Logan let out a muffled grunt of protest.

“First I want you to suck on my balls”, Stefan announced, pulling Logan back by the hair before stuffing his balls into Logan’s mouth. “You did quite a number on them. Now make them feel better.”

Logan grunted and groaned, Stefan’s swollen balls filling his mouth, his hard dick resting on his face. The tip of Stefan’s cock was obstructing his view, covering his right eye.

Stefan looked down at him and grinned. He grabbed his dick and smacked Logan’s face with it a couple of times. “Yeah, suck on those big nuts, go to town on them. Choke on my manhood!”

Logan groaned, blinking nervously as he worshipped Stefan’s junk.

“Oh god”, Stefan moaned as Logan’s tongue worked over his tender, cum-filled babymakers. “That feels so fucking awesome!”

Logan let out a muffled grunt, his mouth filled with Stefan’s manhood.

“Oh god”, Stefan repeated, pulling his ballsack out of Logan’s mouth just in time to prevent a premature ejaculation. It was dripping wet with Logan’s spit.

Logan coughed.

Stefan smacked his face with the palm of his hand. “Get up”, he said, “and spread your legs. I’m going to kick your nuts into oblivion.”

Logan groaned, complying grudgingly. He was used to being in command, and it was hard to submit himself to another man. But Stefan had earned it, and if it had been the other way round, Logan would have done exactly the same.

Logan shifted uncomfortably as he spread his legs.

His balls were dangling vulnerably between his thighs. They were bruised and swollen, and completely drained.

And yet his dick was showing signs of life. It had softened a bit, and now it was fattening again.

“Holy shit”, Stefan chuckled. “Looks like you’re good for another load, huh?”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “I guess I’m good at replenishing stocks…”

Stefan laughed. “Yeah. Well, extracting this one will be a little more painful…”

Logan groaned. “Come on, why don’t we---“

Stefan’s bare foot connected with Logan’s swollen babymakers with a wet splat.

Logan screamed from the top of his lungs, doubling over and clutching his crotch.

Taking advantage of Logan’s position, Stefan grabbed him by the ears and shoved his dick into his mouth, burying it to the hilt and pressing Logan’s lips into his pubes.

Logan let out a funny sound that was equal parts surprise, pain and panic as he was choking on Stefan’s hard rod.

Stefan started powerfucking Logan’s mouth, holding his head in place while ramming his dick in and out of his mouth.

“Fuck yeah”, he moaned. “Your cocksucking skills need improving – but your mouth is a great fuck hole!”

Logan was gurgling and grunting, retching and gagging.

With a generous smile, Stefan pulled his dick out of Logan’s mouth, allowing Logan to catch his breath, spit running down his neck.

“Spread your legs”, Stefan said with a grin. “I’m not done with you, yet.”

Logan groaned and did as he was told.

“Your balls look pretty bad”, Stefan grinned. “Let’s hope they’ll survive this…”

With that, he kicked Logan’s nuts hard, slamming them into his body.

Logan’s eyes crossed and he let out a high-pitched squeal that made Stefan laugh out loud.

“Actually”, he grinned, “let’s make sure they don’t survive this…”

He followed up with another hard kick to Logan’s badly bruised ballsack, flattening his nuts against his body and making him shriek like a banshee.

Stefan muffled Logan’s scream by shoving his dick into his mouth again, mercilessly pounding his throat and making him gag and gurgle as the tip of Stefan’s cock tickled his tonsils.

Just before Stefan reached the point of no return, he pulled his dick out of Logan’s mouth and smacked his dick on his face, sending drops of precum flying around.

“Let’s finish your balls off”, Stefan chuckled, making Logan stand up again.

“Oh god”, Logan groaned. He was panting heavily, his muscular body covered in sweat, his hair messed up and dripping wet.

Stefan brought his leg back and kicked Logan’s nuts with all the force he could muster.

The sound of Stefan’s foot connecting with Logan’s balls echoed through the room.

Logan’s eyes crossed and his jaw dropped. For a moment, it looked like he was about to puke. Instead, his dick let go of a huge spurt of spunk that splattered against Stefan’s chest, dripping down onto Stefan’s rock-hard dick.

Jet after jet of creamy cum sputtered out of Logan’s dick. The handsome high school wrestler’s body was shaking and shivering, his face frozen in pain, as his balls were emptied for the second time.

Stefan didn’t wait until Logan’s orgasm had subsided.

He kicked Logan’s busy balls once again, pulling him out of his trance and eliciting a girlish, ridiculously high-pitched squeal.

He sank to his knees, his mouth wide open.

Stefan let out a soft moan of pleasure. His dick was covered in Logan’s cum, and Stefan shoved it into Logan’s mouth, making him taste his own baby batter.

“Oh my fucking god!” The sensation of Logan’s warm, wet mouth on Stefan’s dick took him over the edge, and Stefan’s cock erupted, shooting a giant jet of cum deep into Logan’s throat, turning his scream into an almost comical gurgle.

To prevent Logan from suffocating on his spunk, Stefan quickly pulled his dick out of Logan’s mouth and grabbed Logan by the hair, pulling his head back and covering his face in jizz.

Logan’s two loads had been enormous – but Stefan’s was out of this world.

Moaning and panting, Stefan let go of his pent-up sperm, showering Logan in creamy spunk, coating his face and his muscular body in a fresh layer of sticky cum as the final jets of Logan’s forcefully ejected load dripped onto the floor.

“Oh my god”, Stefan moaned, slapping Logan’s face with his dick.

Logan let out a pitiful whimper and collapsed on the ground.

Stefan sank down next to him, breathing heavily.

They lay on the ground, side by side, for more than an hour without saying a word.

Their bodies were touching, glued together with their cum. Their breathing was in synch, their eyes were closed. They felt connected and warm, lying naked on the floor, vulnerable and spent, sharing a special, tender moment that neither of them wanted to end.

Finally, Logan turned to Stefan, a weak smile on his face. “You like winning, huh?”

Stefan chuckled. “If it means getting to play with a hot guy like you…”

Logan let out a laugh. “You call that playing? I call it torture…”

Stefan grinned. “Then you should see me torturing you…”

They burst out laughing.

After putting on their clothes, they left the pool.

Stefan couldn’t help but notice the distinct limp in Logan’s walk, and the way his face scrunched up with every step.

“We should do this again sometime”, Stefan said, smiling at Logan.

Logan grimaced. “Yeah, well, maybe.”

“If you want to become a better cocksucker you’ll definitely need another lesson”, Stefan grinned.

Logan laughed. “Yeah.”

“I’ll be here for another twelve weeks”, Stefan said. “Let me know if you’re interested.”

Logan chuckled. “Maybe we can skip the ball bashing and just do the blowjob?”

Stefan grinned. “You’d like that, huh?”

Logan laughed. “I’d love that. Who wouldn’t?”

Stefan smiled. “I’ll think about it.” He glanced at Logan’s bulging crotch, leaned over and whispered into Logan’s ear, “You’ve got a great pair of balls, you know that, right?”

Logan grinned. “Thanks.”

Stefan chuckled and grabbed Logan’s crotch, giving Logan’s bruised, bloated balls a quick, strong squeeze.

Logan’s jaw dropped, his eyes lost focus and he let out a dry cough, doubling over in pain.

Stefan chuckled and walked away. “See you around.”

“See you around”, Logan croaked. “Maybe.”

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Video links: Bare and bulging

Smacking your buddy in the nuts is always funny - but making your buddy whip out his danglers for everyone to see, and then smashing his exposed, bare nuggets is just hilarious!

It's pretty amazing how many young men are willing to reach into their pants and pull out their balls for the entertainment of their friends. They are the true heroes of our times!

Here are some of my favorite videos featuring bare ball shots. (Warning: Since youtube seems a bit fickle about showing bare balls I can't guarantee that those videos won't be deleted soon.)

First up we have the classic "Put your balls on the pool table and I'll crush them with a cue ball" video. You need a pair of nice, low-hanging balls to pull this one off, and the lad in this video certainly does...

Monday, November 21, 2016

My painful exam (written by Martín)

Our reader Martín sent me another story. Previously, he shared with us the wonderful little story My biggest weakness. Now he has a created a hot, steamy fictional story. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

I had been looking forward for this day a whole time and with a lot of excitement. Not that doing verbal exams was my ultimate joy but this one was different.

It all had to do with the tutor. Professor Gabriel Rutherford was an authority on literature working abroad and affiliated with our university.

He was very popular among the students, partly because of his interesting way of teaching but especially because he was funny, nice and hot. Extremely hot, if you would have asked me. You could tell professor Rutherford was in his early fourties but he still had a very charming face with some boyish looks and his body seemed very athletic. You could see the outlines of his well-defined pecs through his shirt, his butt was tight and nicely round but above all there was that bulge. Rutherford always seemed to be bulging. Not just a discrete bulge, but his pants seemed to cover a huge snake. However everybody knew Rutherford had helped mother nature a bit on that with stuffing things in his tight-fitting costume trousers. Maybe he needed that to fulfill the image of the perfect, extremely sexy tutor. I didn“ t care, he was by far the hottest man I had ever seen and the best thing on my first year of university.

I was the last one left in the room, waiting to do my verbal exam. I had done a lot of preparation by letter and already knew this exam was going te be a good, maybe an excellent one. I had to say thad I had never been prepared more to an exam than today.

“Martín Rosales?“ There he was, the object of a lot of my phantasies, in a classy tight brown costume, grey shirt. Deep blue eyes, brown hair, little trimmed beard and discrete but warm smile. I followed him silently trying not to focus too much on his perfect ass, knowing it would awake my erection, it had already cost me a lot of energy to let my erection disappear during my preparation by letter.

The examen passed really well, but suddenly we were interrupted by loud knocking on the door. Next moment Maria, secretary of professor Rutherford came in. She was a voluptuous woman, despite her being 53, when she passed, a lot of young guys - wether nerds or hunks- suddenly had to cover their crotches to hide their raging erections. Her well-pronounced  curves seemed to be very popular among the male students.

“Can I speak to you professor Rutherford“, she asked.

“I’m sorry, Maria, I’m doing my last exam, can we speak later“, Rutherford responded.

Maria hesitated and blushed but then she went on “I thought we would have lunch together?“

“Oh Maria, I’m so sorry.“ Rutherford stood up and walked to his secretary, laid his hand on her shoulder. “I forgot and now I’m running out of time, we should postpone it. I hope it’s not too much of a problem for you.“

“Don’t worry professor, it isn’t“, Maria said, smiling. “I’ll make sure you won’t forget next time by doing... THIS!“

Maria grabbed Professor Rutherford by the shoulders and placed her knee right between his legs, her move was accompanied by a loud “THUD“.  Next moment the handsome professor coughed and doubled over. In this moment he lost his everlasting calm and class: “This hurts, bitch!“

Maria looked shocked. “What did you just call me?“

With a next fast move she grabbed Professor Rutherford by the balls. Or maybe it was just one ball, or just a sock, because a lot of mass in his crotch was still out of Maria’s hands.

Anyway, her grip didn’t miss its effect. Professor Rutherford clearly was in pain, he tried desperately to escape from her grip but just didn’t manage.

That moment I realised I just couldn’t let this happen, I couldn’t allow this crazy woman to destoy the manhood of the most sexy man I had ever seen. I approached and tried to pull Maria away. I should have been more careful however because the next moment Maria held grip of two crotches, she was “crotch-clawing“ me also. In contrast to me being known as a more than hung guy however it was clear it was way more easy for Maria to hold grip of my package than of the big amount inside of professor Rutherford’s pants.

Anyway the old secretary did a very impressive job of putting pressure on our balls and after several minutes we were both on our knees screaming for mercy. Finally Maria decided that her message must be clear for now and she let go and left. Not before placing one last kick however in Rutherford’s crotch, making the hunk scream from the top of his lungs.

Rutherford and I looked at each other, our hands cupping our crotches. Rutherford cleared his throat. “Well, uhm, Martín. I guess this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind before you came in the exam room, I guess.”

I managed to laugh, “I guess not, professor.“ And then I let slip out: “I would have thought your balls were a lot stronger.”

Rutherford chuckled: “May I remind you dear Martín, you were there on the ground as well when Maria mishandled your young balls. I managed to stand longer so I guess that makes me have the stronger balls.“ By saying that Professor Rutheford slapped me in the balls, making me double over.

I stepped back. “Was that a challenge?“ I asked.

“Maybe it was“, Rutherford grinned before approaching me.

I blocked his attack however and all of a sudden my fighting instincts took over. I had been in this one-on-one situation before with Julian. That time it had been a humiliation for me and now my opponent was bigger, stronger, smarter, more athletic. I had learnt from my faults however and knew what to do.

When Rutherford held grip of my body and – being the stronger one – pinned me to the floor. I just sent my fist up, placing it between his thighs. Rutherford grimaced in pain but still managed to hold grip on me.

Suddenly he smiled. “Well-trained abs, boy.“

I didn’t smile back. Instead I launched my knee between his legs, my knee penetrating the soft mass, hitting target right on. This time Rutherford was in too much pain to keep his hold and moved away on his hands and knees. He left me a good view on his muscled ass, an invitation for me to kick his crotch hard from behind.

“Okay, boy, you win this first round, let’s take a break and then go on. But let’s leave this costumes, they don’t seem the perfect wrestling outfit to me“, Rutherford said, his strong hands cupping his big crotch.

Rutherford started to undress, followed by me. I sighed when he removed his shirt. I was quite proud of my well-trained body, but this forty-old man was just an Olympic hunk with well-defined muscles in all the right places.

And then he undid his pants... He was wearing tight red boxers which sported a huge bulge. Suddenly, I couldn’t control myself any longer and grabbed his bulge. To my surprise I felt an enormous testicle, next to the contours of a huge dick. So the rumors about Rutherford creating a false package were all wrong. This man was just horse hung.

For a while I was too distracted by this extra-ordinary example of man flesh and next moment Rutherford on his tun grabbed my big bulge and applied an incredible pressure on it.

I felt an enormous pain but became horny as hell also. A big erection formed in my boxers and Rutherford just didn’t let go. The pain was horrible but my sex instincts seemed to take over, sending waves of pleasure through my body also when this incredibly sexy man was just ruining my crotch. I couldn’t produce the power anymore to apply pressure on his huge balls and let go.

Rutherford produced a victorious grin and continued torturing me. With an amazing ease, he pulled me up and pressed me against the wall, just to launch a series of hard knees to my crotch. He followed by kicking my balls with an amazing force. I sunk to my knees, cupping my crown jewels, trying to protect them.

Rutherford clearly enjoyed what he saw. Inside his boxers, the snake awoke, rose to gigantic proportions and pressed to the outlines of his underwear. He rubbed his crotch and removed his boxers. A fully erected, 9.5 or maybe 10 inches long dick found its way out. An artwork, a thing of extra-ordinary beauty.

Not only concerning male pride, also concerning our battle, my professor was in full control. He grabbed my balls with one hand and pulled my dick backwards to my ass. He sent his knee to my crotch, making my now twitching penis sink deeper into my ass. An orgasm was inevitable. When Rutherford placed a last heavy kick to my balls, my dick erupted, letting out a huge load of cum which landed on Rutherford’s chest and face.

He took a step back and smiled while looking horny at my naked body.

“Well, Martín, seems like I am the winner of this fight. I also have something in mind that would be the right way to celebrate that victory“ Rutherford said by gently stroking his gigantic fucking rod.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Who is Vince? (updated)

Original date: 11/17/2016

Tomorrow there'll be a new story featuring our prop guy an technician Vince - and I was shocked to realize that I haven't asked you about him, yet! A faux-pas!

Let's see. Vince is 20 years old, with brown hair and green eyes. He's shy and nerdy, and he tries to grow a beard (not very successfully, I might add...). His body is slim and not very muscular. He doesn't like working out, and he prefers to work in his laboratory/workshop to come up with mean contraptions for crushing nuts. (If you want to revisit Vince's adventures you find all the stories labelled "Vince" 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.

Previous picture collections:
BenBrandon, CalChadColinDannyDavidErikKevLeoLoganParkerPhilSammySimonTristanthe twins, XanderVinceZach 

Update 11/18/2016:

An anonymous reader's suggestion (via email):

British actor James McAvoy
Update 11/19/2016:

Here are Nik's suggestions (via email):

What do you think?

Friday, November 18, 2016

Balls à la carte

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Also: If you don’t like fire and needles you might want to skip this story…

Featured in this story: Ben, Danny, Kev and Vince (click for pictures)

“Bonjour messieurs”, Danny said with a polite smile on his face. “Welcome to ‘La Petite Couille’. My name is Jacques. Do you have a reservation?”

I bit my lower lip to avoid laughing out loud. Danny wasn’t that good an actor – but he nailed the role of the French waiter to a tee. He spoke in a very cheesy accent and his pronunciation of ‘reservation’ was a curious mix of English and French. His strawberry-blond hair was neatly combed and parted at the side. He was wearing an elegant pair of anthracite pants and a matching shirt and tie. A slightly blasé expression on his face, he looked at the two guests.

The restaurant skit had been Vince’s idea. He was in charge of props and constructions, and he had come up with a couple of nifty ideas that he wanted to try out himself.

Right now, Vince was standing off-camera, dressed like a chef, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. Unlike Danny who had starred in a couple of low-budget movies like “Nympho Nuns 2: Return of the Nympho Nuns” and “Grandpa Goremeister 7: Here comes Grandma!”, Vince preferred to work behind the camera. Today marked the first time he played a major role in front of the camera, and the 20 year old debutant actor was dealing with a bad case of stage fright.

Opposite him, Ben and Kev were playing the customers at ‘La Petite Couille’. The two jocks had been hesitant at first, but when I told them about the plot, Kev had persuaded Ben to do it. I hadn’t gone into too much detail, though…

“Yes, we do”, Kev said with a grin. “Table for two.”

Ben ran his hand through his short black hair, looking less than enthusiastic.

They were both 20 years old, tall and handsome, with muscular bodies and attractive faces. Both of them were wearing smart three-piece suits and shiny leather shoes.

“Très bien”, Danny replied. He winked at Kev. “May I take your jackets?”

Kev and Ben looked around, and their eyes fell immediately on the table in the middle of the room. The tabletop was made of glass, and the table was standing on top of a donut-shaped platform. There were two chairs that looked a bit unusual. They were made of stainless steel. The seats were wider than normal, and there was a little wooden plate at the front.

“And your pants, s’il vous plait?” Danny added after the guys had taken off their jackets.

“Of course”, Kev said as if it he had expected the question.

They took off their trousers.

Unlike Ben, Kev wasn’t wearing any underwear. His big, meaty dick was swinging in front of his balls that dangled low in his sack.

“The briefs as well, monsieur”, Danny winked at Ben. “You can’t experience ‘La Petite Couille’ with your underwear on, n’est-ce pas?”

I looked at my cameraman Chad and we both tried not to laugh.

“Alright”, Ben mumbled and took off his briefs, revealing an impressive set of genitals.

“Follow me, messieurs”, Danny smiled and led them to the table.

They took the steps up to the platform. To sit down they had to spread their legs wide apart, and Danny immediately tied them to the legs of the chairs.

The handsome jocks’ genitalia were resting on the wooden plates.

“Nice”, Kev chuckled.

“Not really”, Ben mumbled.

“Here’s the menu. At ‘La Petite Couille’ it is customary that you don’t order for yourself, you order for your companion”, Danny explained with a smile. “Would you like some complimentary still or sparkling water, messieurs?”

“Sparkling”, Kev said.

“Bien sur”, Danny nodded and turned on his heels. “I’ll be right back.”

They looked at the menu.

“Wow”, Kev chuckled. “Looks like we’re in for a treat.”

Ben stared at the pages, his face pale.

“Lighten up, this is gonna be fun!” Kev grinned. “Look at all these fancy names. It’s awesome!”

“I don’t speak French”, Ben mumbled.

Kev laughed. “Well, neither do I. Come on, lighten up.”

When Danny returned with two glasses of water, he handed each of them a pen to mark their orders.

“Ooooh, great choice”, Danny smiled when he saw Kev’s order. “This is going to be a wonderful surprise for your boyfriend.”

Ben grimaced.

“The chef will be with us any second”, Danny said before tying the guys’ hands behind their backs. “He’ll prepare everything right here in front of you.” Danny had a hard time staying serious, glancing at Ben’s and Kev’s exposed genitals. “I hope you’ll enjoy it, messieurs.”

He took a step back and smiled.

“What did you order for me?” Ben mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

Kev chuckled. “You’ll see, boyfriend.”

Ben blushed.

I chuckled. Both Kev and Ben were straight, but they made a pretty convincing couple.

Vince inhaled deeply and walked onto the stage. He walked down the steps between the guys and opened a little door to enter the middle of the platform. He was standing right below the glass table top, the guys’ crotches on either side of him.

“That’s our chef, Vincent”, Danny said with a smile.

“Hello”, Vince mumbled shyly, turning to Ben and grabbing his junk. He jerked his dick a couple of times until it was hard before gently stretching his sack, pulling his balls at the bottom. Then he took a little wooden bar and fastened it to the plate, trapping his dick and balls on top of the plate.

He did the same with Kev.

Ben looked at Kev, a slightly worried expression on his face.

Danny chuckled. “You’re in for a wild ride…”

Ben grimaced. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Kev let out a laugh. “Come on, it’s gonna be fun. I can’t wait to see your face when you get your order.”

Vince nodded at Danny who looked into the menu. “The first course, messieurs, is Spicy Meatballs for Monsieur Kev, and Plucked Duck And Onion Puree for Monsieur Ben.” He grinned at them. “Great choice, messieurs. Bon appétit.”

Ben looked at his buddy. “Plucked Duck And--- What the fuck did you order for me?”

“A nice, big plate of pain”, Kev chuckled as Vince prepared Ben’s balls for the procedure. He reached inside a drawer inside the platform and produced a pair of tweezers.

“First”, Vince said with a smile, “we’re going to pluck the duck.” With that, he started ripping out Ben’s pubic hair, one by one.

Kev was laughing his ass off as Vince dutifully pulled out every single one of Ben’s carefully trimmed pubes, starting at his ballsack and working his way up to the root of his dick.

Ben was grunting through his gritted teeth at first, but as the ordeal went on, his grunts turned into yelps, his yelps turned into whimpers, and his whimpers turned into full-blown screams.

Danny chuckled. “Make sure you pluck the duck good and proper, Vincent. We don’t want our guests complaining!”

When Vince was done, Ben’s dick and balls were red and sore. They looked surreal, entirely stripped of his natural hair.

Vince reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, generously pouring the liquid over Ben’s freshly plucked dick and balls, making him scream from the top of his lungs.

I couldn’t help but notice that Vince was getting more and more relaxed. His camera-shyness seemed to disappear as soon as he was getting his hands on a nice, fat pair of balls.

I glanced at Chad who shifted uncomfortably, zooming in on Ben’s crotch and his red, wet genitals.

“Now that the duck is plucked let’s see about that onion puree”, Vince said cheerfully as Ben was catching his breath, grimacing in pain.

Vince picked up a rolling pin, winked at Ben and started bashing his balls with it, flattening his bare, hairless balls flat against the wooden plate, alternating between his left and his right nut, diligently squashing Ben’s poor nuts.

Kev was roaring with laughter. “You should see your face, man! Priceless!”

Danny was having trouble to stay in character. He unsuccessfully tried masking his laughter with a coughing fit as Vince bashed away at Ben’s exposed balls.

“I think”, Vince said with a bright smile, “that ought to do.”

Ben groaned, grimacing in pain, staring at his rapidly swelling balls.

Vince chuckled and smashed Ben’s nuts one last time with the rolling pin

Ben let out a bizarre, high-pitched squeal that made Kev, Vince and Danny burst out laughing.

Danny quickly regained his composure, though, announcing, “Now it’s time for the Spicy Meatballs.”

Vince turned to Kev and grinned at him.

“Spicy Meatballs”, Kev chuckled. “What the fuck are you going to do to my balls?”

Vince laughed and pulled a wooden meat mallet out of a drawer. “First we’ve got to tenderize the meatballs”, he said casually, arranging Kev’s nuts on the plate so that they were sitting side by side, with his hard cock pointing up.

Kev looked at the instrument and gulped comically. “Umm. Okay. Sure. We want those meatballs to be nice and tender, right?” He watched helplessly as Vince lined up the mallet with his nuts.

Ben was watching his friend with blatant malice in his eyes. “His meatballs are very tough and doughy”, he grunted through his gritted teeth, dealing with the pain in his plucked, sore, beaten balls. “You have to go extra hard on them.”

Kev couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Wow, you’re getting into this, huh?”

Vince chuckled and brought the mallet down hard on Kev’s nuts. It landed right in the middle, hitting the left half of his right nut and the right half of his left nut dead on.

Kev’s eyes bulged and he let out an anguished howl that made Ben smile with satisfaction.

“Holy fuck!” Kev shrieked as Vince hammered his left nut, leaving little imprints of the meat mallet’s spiky surface on his sack.

Vince concentrated on Kev’s left nut for a while, smashing it a couple of times, before switching to its companion.

Kev’s voice cracked and he let out a soprano wail that sent shivers down my spine.

Again and again and again the mallet squished Kev’s nuts flat, eliciting all kinds of funny noises from him that mixed with the sound of solid wood pounding tender, soft flesh.

Seeing the pain in his buddy’s face seemed to do wonders for Ben’s recovery. He was snickering and laughing with every nut-smashing blow even though his own balls had turned an angry shade of red and had swollen considerably.

“Okay”, Vince said finally, looking up at Kev’s pain-contorted face. “I think those meatballs are tender enough. Let’s spice things up a little…”

Kev was breathing heavily, his eyes clenched shut. “Sure”, he croaked. “Of course. Spice things up. What else…”

His nutsack was covered in little red dots and his balls looked a little less round after the meat mallet treatment.

“Soft, medium or extra spicy?” Vince asked with a smile.

Kev’s eyes opened wide. Before he had a chance to say something, Ben yelled, “Extra spicy, of course. Make those meatballs burn!”

Kev’s eyes grew as big as saucers as Vince poured a viscid, flaming red fluid over his nutsack, completely covering his tenderized balls with it.

There was a moment of silence.

Kev blinked.

Vince smiled. “It takes a litte moment. I’m sure you’ll---“

Kev’s eyes watered and he gasped for breath. A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, quickly building into a full-blown roar.

Vince grinned. “Extra spicy, just as promised.”

Ben and Danny burst out laughing as Kev’s balls were marinated in Vince’s special chili sauce.

Kev was writhing in his seat, craning his head and screaming from the top of his lungs.

“Now we’ll just let that sink in for a couple of minutes”, Vince chuckled as Kev’s voice turned hoarse. “In the meantime, we’ll turn to the main course.”

Ben grimaced.

Danny looked at the menu and grinned. “Oh, your boyfriend made an excellent choice for you: Brouchette de boules.”

Ben blinked. “Umm. What?!”

Danny chuckled. “What’s the English name for it”, he said in his heavily accented waiter’s voice. “Ah, oui: Shish keballs.”

Ben’s eyes widened as Vince turned to his hairless, swollen balls and picked up a couple of sharp, short spits that looked like toothpicks, and a longer one that resembled a slender knitting needle.

“Holy shit, you can’t be serious”, Ben whispered as Vince lined up one of the small spits with his fat, swollen right nut. Panicking, Ben looked up at his buddy who was grunting and groaning hoarsely while his balls were pickled in Vince’s spicy sauce.

“Shish keballs”, Kev groaned, managing a weak laugh. “I bet you’ll love that.”

Ben blinked. “Kev, you---oughoughoughough!”

In a swift and precise motion, Vince drove the spit right through Ben’s right nut, making Ben yodel in agony.

I cringed in sympathy. I had witnessed Vince practicing with a kiwi a couple of hours earlier, and I couldn’t help but admire his elegant yet forceful technique.

Ben right eye was twitching as he let out a strained groan.

Vince took the second small spit and skewered Ben’s left nut with it, causing him to let out an anguished wail.

Kev grinned weakly. “I bet that hurts…”

Ben let out a long, wheezing groan.

Vince looked at his handiwork and picked up a long spit.

Ben groaned.

After placing Ben’s nuts side by side by moving them with the spits that were sticking out of them, Vince slowly pushed the third spit into Ben’s right ball from the side, adding pressure as the spit went into the tender, swollen flesh further and further, piercing the right testicle before entering its companion.

Ben’s eyes lost focus and he let out a hoarse, guttural grunt as Vince patiently speared both of his nuts with the spit.

Finally, the tip of the spit came out on the other side of his sack, having successfully impaled both of his tender babymakers.

Vince picked up the spit that went through both of Ben’s balls and lifted them up, grinning proudly at the result of his very neat skewering.

“Wow”, Kev chuckled. “That’s what I call Shish Keballs.”

Vince laughed.

“Aren’t there some spicy meatballs that you need to take care of?” Ben said hoarsely, his eyes twitching.

Vince chuckled. “Right, almost forgot about them…” He dropped Ben’s skewered balls, making him yelp in agony.

Then he turned to Kev, leaving Ben staring at his nuts, the pins of the spits sticking out of them.

Vince wiped the chili sauce off of Kev’s nuts, chuckling as he saw the bright red color of his balls. He patted Kev’s balls playfully, grinning, “I think they’re done.”

Kev grimaced. Sweat was running down his handsome face. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Okay, let’s move on to the main course”, Danny said cheerfully. “Coque Flambé. Excellent choice, Monsieur Ben.” He smiled at Kev, glancing at his meaty, rock-hard dick.

Ben smirked at his buddy, his face contorted in pain. “Yeah.”

“Oh, fuck”, Kev asked, a worried expression on his face.

Vince reached inside a drawer and pulled out a lighter and a little spray can.

“Oh, fuck”, Kev groaned.

Vince activated the spray can and lit the lighter, creating a makeshift bunsenburner with a large flame.

“Oh, fuck!” Kev yelled, staring at the flame.

“Coque flambé”, Ben grinned. “I love that.”

Vince chuckled and directed the flame at Kev’s hard dick and his sore, marinated balls, eliciting an ear-piercing scream as his pubic hair instantly evaporated.

Vince made sure not to expose Kev’s genitals to the fire for too long, just long enough to cause some intense skin irritation – and considerable shock and pain, judging from Kev’s hilarious reaction.

He was screaming from the top of his lungs, his eyes wide open, sweat running down his naked body, as Vince thoroughly flambéed his big, meaty dick and his fat – if a bit lumpy – balls.

Vince gently swung the flame back and forth, making sure not to miss a spot while directing special attention to the veiny underside and the sensitive mushroom head of Kev’s rock-hard cock.

When he turned off the fire, Kev’s dick and his balls were lobster red and steaming. There was not a single hair left, and the rim of Kev’s glans looked a little scorched.

“Holy fuck”, Kev whispered, staring at his red, hot junk. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

Ben let out a bitter laugh. “What about this, huh?!” He nodded at his crotch were his pierced balls were sitting on the wooden plate, throbbing and swollen.

Despite the pain he was in, Kev burst out laughing. “Well, THAT is just funny.”

Ben rolled his eyes.

“Are you ready for dessert, messieur?” Danny asked politely in his heavy French accent.

Kev and Ben looked at each other.

“What now?” Ben groaned as Vince shuffled through another drawer.

“I recommend our Compote Aux Prunes”, Danny smiled. “Unless you’d like to try our Finely Chopped Caramel Nuts or the Poached Eggs à la---“

“We’ll take the Compote oh whatever”, Kev interrupted him. “There’s no way I’ll let you chop up my nuts or poach my eggs.”

Ben nodded quickly.

“La Compote Aux Prunes”, Danny nodded. “Very well, messieurs.” He smiled. “We serve it with a nice big helping of whipped cream if that’s alright.”

Kev grimaced. “Actually---“

“That was not a question”, Danny cut him off gently. “It was just me being… what’s the word… polite.” He couldn’t help but chuckle.

Kev glared at him.

Meanwhile, Vince was pulling the spits out of Ben’s balls, making him squeal like a coloratura soprano at a glass-shattering contest.

The sound of his buddy emulating Maria Callas took Kev’s mind off his own pain and he burst out laughing.

“Fuck you”, Ben groaned.

As soon Vince had put the spits away, he pulled a transparent tube over Ben’s rock-hard dick before doing the same with Kev’s cock.

Kev sighed. “Don’t tell me…”

“The secret of our whipped cream”, Vince said casually. “Is that we whip it while we milk it out.” With that, he flipped a switch and the tubes started vibrating, stimulating the guys’ dicks as Vince reached for a metal spatula.

“Oh god”, Kev moaned.

Ben’s eyes flickered as the milking device worked his dick over.

Vince grinned and whacked Ben’s swollen nuts with the spatula, making him scream in agony. Then he turned to Kev and delivered a hard blow to his nuts that connected with his sore, red nuts with a wet splat.

Kev yodeled from the top of his lungs.

Vince went back and forth between them, smashing their nuts while the milking device was relentlessly stimulating their dicks.

Kev and Ben were moaning and groaning, panting and screaming in pleasure and pain as their nuts were tortured while their cocks were stroked, rubbed, sucked and jerked inside the tube.

“Oh, fuck!” Kev groaned as his breathing quickened and his nuts pulled up inside his sack.

Vince gave them an extra-hard smack with the spatula, making Kev shriek in pain.

“God”, Ben grunted. “Oh my fucking god!”

Vince turned to Ben and smashed his balls just as the first blast of cum was coaxed out of his dick and splattered against the inside of the transparent tube.

Vince squashed Ben’s busy balls flat with the spatula, hitting it again and again and again in rapid succession as they emptied their contents into the tube.

Ben was screaming and squealing from the top of his lungs as the milking machine sucked out every bit of spunk from his aching, swollen babymakers.

An deep, guttural moan of pleasure form Kev made Vince turn away and focus on Kev’s babymakers – just in time to see the first spurt of cum fly out of his dick.

Quickly, Vince brought the spatula down on Kev’s roasted, red nuts as if he was trying to splat a rat. Kev’s balls were flattened and he let out a gurgling cough as Vince continued mashing his precious potatoes while jet after creamy jet of spunk sputtered out of his dick.

Vince made sure to keep the milking devices running an extra minute after the guys’ orgasms had subsided, just to make sure that every drop of spunk was sucked out of their battered balls.

Finally, he lifted the tubes off the guys’ cocks.

The forcefully extracted cream poured over their drained balls, garnishing the swollen, bruised plums with salty icing. Their rapidly shriveling dicks landed on top with a wet splat, like a sweet, tasty topping.

“Mmh”, Danny said. “Delicious!”

Kev and Ben were panting, their naked bodies covered in sweat.

Danny looked at Vince. “I’m sure our guests would like to take the leftovers with them.”

Vince chuckled and pulled out a roll of tin foil.

A moment later he had wrapped Ben’s and Kev’s tortured dick and balls in foil in the shape of two beautiful swans.

The two hunks stared at their crotches, incredulous expressions on their faces.

“Alors, messieurs”, Danny said while Vince was untying Ben and Kev. “Thank you for visiting us. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful, romantic night!” He winked at them.

Without a word, Kev and Ben wobbled off the set, bowlegged, their genitals wrapped in tin foil, the head of the swan guiding the way…

“Cut!” I yelled. “Great work everybody!”

“Holy fuck”, Kev groaned, carefully unwrapping the tin foil and inspecting his dick and balls. His cock was floppy and fiery red, and his balls were almost ridiculously swollen. “Holy fuck”, he repeated, rolling his nuts between his fingers, grimacing in pain.

“Don’t worry”, Vince smiled. “You’ll be okay in a couple of weeks.”

“What about me?” Ben groaned. “You fucking pierced my fucking nuts.”

Vince chuckled. “Yeah, that was pretty intense.”

“Fucking right!” Ben grunted.

“But there seems to be no lasting damage, right?” Vince leaned over, ripped the tin foil swan off Ben’s genitals and scooped up a bit of Ben’s drying cum. He tasted it and shrugged. “Tastes perfectly fine.” He held his finger up to Ben’s mouth. “Wanna try it yourself?”

Kev let out a laugh as Ben shook his head, pressing his lips shut.

“Don’t worry, Ben”, Kev grinned, playfully smacking Ben’s nuts with the back of his hand, making Ben scream in pain. “Nothing can destroy your balls of steel, right?”

Ben blinked. His face lit up. “Right! Fucking right!”

I chuckled. “Alright, guys, thank you so much! Anybody up for seconds?”

Ben and Kev stared at me, thunderstruck.

Vince, Danny, Chad and I burst out laughing.