Friday, February 27, 2015

Singing in the pain (Gerard meets Sammy and Logan)

This story immediately follows Sammy the ball doctor: Treating Logan

Special thanks to our reader Gerard! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who thinks nutshots are just hilarious!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

“It’s a wrap”, I shouted. “Great work, guys!”

Logan looked up at me, grimacing in pain, lying in a puddle of his own creamy jizz. He dipped his finger into the puddle and scooped up some of his spunk, a weak grin on his face. “I better call Ashley. I don't think we'll fuck tonight...”

Sammy and I laughed.

We had just finished filming a cum-filled and very painful episode of our immensely successful series “Sammy the ball doctor”. Logan had played the role of the patient to Sammy’s charming yet ruthless physician.

Sammy was shirtless, wearing white pants and a white doctor’s coat, a stethoscope hanging from his neck. The lanky 18 year old redhead looked like the male equivalent of the stereotypical “sexy nurse”.

Logan was bare naked and groaning in pain. He was 18 years old, an All-American Boy,  handsome and blond, with clear blue eyes and an adventurous attitude.

We were filming on location, in the practice of a doctor friend of mine. He didn’t know what we did exactly, but I was sure he had a pretty good idea.

“Alright”, I said, looking at my assistant Erik. “We better clean up and get out of here.”

Erik let out a groan. Cleaning up jizz was not his favorite pastime but somebody had to do it.

My cameraman Chad was fumbling with the camera.

Suddenly, the door bell rang.

“I’ll get it”, Sammy said cheerfully.

I looked at him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. It’s probably someone who wants to see the doctor.”

Sammy raised his eyebrows.

“The real doctor”, I said sternly.

But Sammy just shrugged and headed for the door. “What if it’s an emergency?” He left the treatment room and entered the lobby, closing the door behind him.

We heard him open the door and talk to someone with a deep, sonorous voice that seemed to fill the entire lobby.

A moment later, he entered the room again, a mischievous smile on his cute freckled face.

“You’ve sent him away, right?” I said.

“No, I didn’t. He says he needs to see the doctor.” He grinned. “I said I’d be with him in a minute.”

“What?!” I asked.

“Come on, this’ll be fun!” Sammy chuckled.

I pointed at Chad and Erik. “What about them?”

“He said he has no problem being filmed. I told him you were local TV”, Sammy said. His face broke into a huge smile. “In fact, he seemed to be pretty excited about it. Apparently, he’s some kind of celebrity?”

From the lobby, we heard the man start singing an ascending scale. I recognized his deep, rich voice immediately.

“It’s him?!” I whispered.

“You know him?” Sammy raised his eyebrows.

“I’ve heard him sing at the opera house”, I said. “He has a beautiful voice.” I looked in the direction of the music. His voice was one of a kind. A deep, rich basso with a tender, full timbre.

Sammy grinned. “Wanna meet him?”

I thought for a moment. “Okay”, I said finally. “But no shenanigans, alright?”

Sammy rubbed his hands. “Awesome.” He whisked Logan into an adjoining room, slapped his naked ass and closed the door. “Alright, let’s go.”

I stood next to Erik who had done a pretty sloppy job of mopping up Logan’s spilled cum.

Chad continued filming. “You realize we’re working overtime, right?” he grumbled.

Sammy brought in his “patient”.

He was as tall and muscular as I remembered him. His chestnut-colored hair framed his handsome face. At 22 years, he was a budding star of the opera world.

“I’m Gerard”, he introduced himself with a soft, sonorous voice and a slight Russian accent. “I’m here to see the doctor.”

Sammy smiled. “I am the doctor.”

Gerard looked at him. “You’re young”, he said.

Sammy shrugged. “I was trained by Dr. Howser at Eastman Medical Center in Los Angeles.”

Gerard looked at him. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that name. I’ve only been here for a couple of months. Is he a good doctor?”

Sammy smiled. “Not as good as me.”

That seemed to satisfy Gerard, and he continued. “My musical director told me to see you for my regular checkup.” He looked at his watch. “I’m a bit late I’m afraid.”

“No problem”, Sammy said. “Take off your clothes, please.”

Gerard stripped down to his plain white underwear.

“Those too”, Sammy said casually, pointing at Gerard’s underpants. “This is a full check-up, right?”

Gerard took off his underwear, revealing a long, fat dick and a big pair of balls that seemed to fill his entire sack.

Sammy looked at Gerard’s crotch with an impressed grin.

Gerard was oblivious to Sammy’s reaction. “I’m an opera singer. I trust you are familiar with opera?”

Sammy shrugged. “A bit.” He glanced at me. “Maybe you’d like to sing something? For the film crew?”

Gerard looked at Sammy. “They won’t show my nakedness?”

Sammy grinned. “Of course not.”

Gerard started singing what I immediately recognized as one of my favorite arias: the prologue “Si può?.. Si può?.. Signore! Signori!.. Scusatemi...” from Ruggero Leoncavallo's opera “I Pagliacci”.

Sammy seemed unimpressed by Gerard’s beautiful voice, his eyes fixed on Gerard’s impressive genitals.

“Do you like it?” Gerard asked with a smile.

“It’s alright”, Sammy shrugged. “You have a nice voice.” Suddenly, his face lit up. “I think I know a way to make it even better!”

“You do?” Gerard asked excitedly.

“Maybe it’s a little unorthodox. I think I can prescribe you a special potion that’ll make your voice even more beautiful”, Sammy grinned. “And we can administer it right here…” He raised his voice and yelled. “Logan? Could you please come in?”

“A special potion”, Gerard smiled happily. “I love America.”

“Logan!” Sammy yelled.

The door to the adjoining room opened and Logan peeked in. “Yes?” he mumbled.

“Come in, we need you for a moment”, Sammy grinned.

Logan cleared his throat and reluctantly entered the room, cupping his crotch with his hands.

“Logan, this is Gerard. He’s an opera singer”, Sammy smiled, gently prying Logan’s hands away from his crotch and exposing his spent, limp dick and his bruised balls. “Gerard, this is Logan. He has our special potion.”

Gerard looked Logan up and down. “Where is it?”

“Right in here”, Sammy smiled and grabbed Logan’s balls, squeezing hard.

Logan inhaled sharply, grimacing in pain.

“Ahh! No I get it… Special potion”, Gerard chuckled.  “I love America…”

Sammy smiled and rolled Logan’s balls between his fingers. “I hope there’s enough of it left. I already extracted a big batch today.”

Logan grimaced.

Sammy got down on his knees. His eyes darted to Gerard’s crotch. “Your balls seem pretty full, too. Maybe we’ll have to relieve you, too?”

“No, no”, Gerard said quickly. “I can’t ejaculate before a performance. My voice gets all raspy and croaky, you know.”

Sammy raised his eyebrows. “How long has it been since you shot your load?”

Gerard thought for a moment. “Thirty-four days. No sex. No masturbation.”

Sammy nodded slowly. “Wow.”

“My life is all about art”, Gerard said with a big smile.

Sammy grabbed Gerard’s balls and weighed them in his hand. “They are definitely bigger than yours, Logan. And look at that cock.” He grabbed the shaft of Gerard’s big dick, eliciting a soft moan and immediately causing it to grow hard. “That’s what we call a monster, medically speaking.”

Logan had a mortified expression on his face.

“Right, Logan?” Sammy insisted with a grin. “He’s definitely bigger than you.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Definitely.”

“Way bigger”, Sammy nodded and jerked Gerard’s dick a couple of times.

“Careful, careful, don’t make me ejaculate!” Gerard whispered with a panicked expression on his face. “Careful!”

Sammy chuckled. “Alright, get down on your knees, Gerard, we’ll have to administer the potion right from the source.”

Logan shifted uncomfortably. “Do we have to?” he mumbled. “I don’t think there’s anything left in there…”

Sammy grabbed Logan’s nutsack and squeezed his balls hard, making Logan gasp in pain. “I’m sure we can squeeze another load out, right?” He turned to Gerard. “The potion works best when it’s pounded out of him.”

Gerard raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?”

Sammy smiled. “Definitely. Why don’t I hold them while you pound them?”

Gerard nodded excitedly and balled his fist.

“Oh god”, Logan mumbled.

Sammy’s fingers were wrapped around the neck of Logan’s sack, trapping the two tender, swollen orbs at the bottom. “Hit them, Gerard”, he said cheerfully. “Hit them as hard as you can.”

Gerard didn’t have to be told twice. He slammed his fist into Logan’s meaty balls, flattening them and eliciting a cough from Logan. He followed up with another hard punch, then another and another, mercilessly pounding Logan’s fat testicles while he was grunting and groaning and screaming in agony.

His limp dick started rising and was greeted with a greedy look by Gerard who didn’t hesitate to wrap his full lips around the tip.

“That’s it, suck on it”, Sammy grinned. “But don’t stop punching his balls.”

Gerard was slurping and sucking, smacking Logan’s balls rapidly while letting his tongue twirl around the head of Logan’s dick.

“Very good, Gerard”, Sammy chuckled. “Punch them harder.”

Gerard continued sucking Logan’s cock while pounding his bruised and bloated balls with all the force he could muster.

“Oh fuck”, Logan grunted, his face contorted in pain. “Oh fuck!”

Sammy looked up at him and chuckled. “I told you we’d coax another load out of your nuts, Logan. We’ll drain them completely, right, Gerard?”

Gerard’s response was a muffled affirmation while he was noisily sucking Logan’s cock and smashing his nuts at the same time.

“That’s right”, Sammy winked at Logan. “We’ll milk you completely dry.”

Logan’s face was a mask of pain, and he was groaning and moaning in agony.

Finally, his eyes rolled back into his head and his cock let go of a big, creamy load of spunk that Gerard gulped down greedily, making sure to swallow every last drop.

“Ahhhh!” Gerard exhaled, smiling brightly, letting Logan’s dick out of his mouth.

Sammy let go of Logan’s ballsack, allowing him to collapse on the ground, spent and exhausted, cupping his crotch and whimpering in pain.

He looked at Gerard. “How did it taste?”

Gerard wiped his mouth. “Salty. Not too thick, but not too watery, either. Rich and creamy.” He thought for a moment, smacking his lips. “With a slightly buttery note in the finish.” He smiled at Sammy. “Quite excellent, actually.”

“And did it work?” Sammy chuckled.

Gerard stared at him.

“For your voice?” Sammy added.

“Oh!” Gerard straightened and started singing.

“Awesome!” Sammy interrupted him after a couple of notes. “You sound even better!”

Gerard smiled proudly. “Thank you.” He hesitated. “Doctor, you don’t happen to have another batch of this potion?” he asked with a sheepish smile.

Sammy looked at Logan who was groaning in pain, cupping his aching crotch.

“I’m pretty sure he’s done”, he chuckled. “I bet there’s not a single drop of potion left in him…”

Gerard nodded, a slightly disappointed expression on his face.

Logan looked up, grimacing in pain. “You know”, he said hoarsely. “Maybe I know a way to give you another batch.”

Gerard’s face lit up. “You do?”

Sammy’s eyes narrowed. “You do?”

Logan slowly got up. “Yeah, I do”, he said slowly, doubled over, his hands on his knees.

Sammy glanced at Gerard’s crotch and his face broke into a grin. He pointed at Gerard’s big, juicy balls and said, “You mean---“

“No, no, no”, Gerard said quickly. “These are off limits.” He pointed at his big, fat gonads and shook his head emphatically.

“That’s not what I meant”, Logan said.

It took only a second for Sammy to realize that his balls were in grave danger. But it was too late. Logan had grabbed Sammy’s arms and held him in a bearhug from behind. Even in his exhausted, prostrated state, Logan had no problems overpowering Sammy. The lanky redhead struggled as best as he could but he was no match for muscular high school wrestler Logan.

“Pull his pants down”, Logan grunted, holding Sammy steady.

“No!” Sammy blurted out.

Gerard yanked down his pants, and Sammy’s hard dick snapped up, slapping him in the face.

“Remember”, Logan said with a grin. “The potion works best when it’s pounded out of him.”

Gerard smiled brightly. “Can I kick him, too.”

“Ooooh”, Logan chuckled. “Kicks are perfect.”

Gerard smiled brightly and got up. He brought his leg back and kicked Sammy’s nuts as hard as he could.

Sammy let out an anguished wail.

“Ouch”, Logan chuckled, holding Sammy in place. “Good one.”

Gerard smiled proudly. “I was a professionally trained dancer in Russia, too.” He patted his thighs. “Strong legs.”

“Wow”, Logan feigned being impressed. “A singer and a dancer. They’d love you in Vegas!”

Gerard kicked Sammy’s nuts again, making him scream in agony.

“Kick him harder”, Logan grinned. “You really want to whip his cream.”

Gerard nodded eagerly and landed another hard kick to Sammy’s tender nuggets, ramming them into his body and eliciting a strangled scream.

Again and again, Gerard’s bare foot smashed into Sammy’s balls.

Sammy was groaning and moaning, screaming and crying in pain. Suddenly, his body tensed.

“Here it comes”, Logan grinned. “You better get down on your knees, Gerard. You wouldn’t want to miss a drop, would you?”

Gerard fell to his knees and grabbed Sammy’s twitching dick. He took it in his mouth and wrapped his fingers around Sammy’s balls, squeezing with all the force he could muster.

Sammy was panting heavily, throwing his head back in pain before letting go of a huge load that flooded Gerard’s mouth. Gerard swallowed eagerly, letting Sammy’s cum run down his throat.

“How was that?” Logan grinned. “As good as the first one?”

Gerard had a delirious grin on his face. His lips were smeared with cum. “Even better”, he said with a dreamy smile, getting up and straightening. His dick was rock hard. “So rich and tasty. Like morning dew in the Garden of Eden. The generous bitterness! The growing sweetness! And just a hint of resin.” Gerard sighed. “And the viscidity – perfect!”

Logan glared at him. “Better than mine?”

Gerard shot him a derogatory look. “Far better. Yours was… well… fine. But this…” He pointed at Sammy’s crotch. “It doesn’t get much better than this.”

Logan let go of Sammy who doubled over and clutched his crotch.

“You seem to know pretty well what’s good and what’s not, huh?” Logan said with a cold smile.

Gerard shrugged. “I’ve acquired a taste for the fine things in life”, he explained in the deep, sonorous voice that had made him famous and successful. “I like fine things.”

Logan nodded slowly.

Sammy looked up, grimacing in pain.

“You know, maybe you need a taste of your own medicine”, Logan said slowly.

A look of confusion clouded Gerard’s face. “What do you---“

Logan interrupted him with a hard, precise kick right into Gerard’s big, juicy balls. His fat erection smacked against his muscular abs.

Gerard let out a comically high-pitched squeal. His eyes crossed slowly as he sank to his knees. “My balls”, he shrieked in a perfect soprano voice. “My precious balls.”

Logan let out a laugh and turned to Sammy. “Wanna have a go, too? His big balls seem pretty weak…”

Sammy’s pain-contorted face broke into a weak grin. “Sure.” He brought his leg back and kicked Gerard’s hefty plums with all the force he could muster.

Gerard’s voice rose even higher. “No!” he squealed. “Oh no!” He fell down on the ground, face-down, his erection getting crushed under his own body weight.

Logan and Sammy grimaced in sympathy.

“That looked painful”, Logan chuckled.

“Funny”, Sammy grinned. “A tall guy like this. All those muscles.” He shrugged. “It doesn’t take more than two kicks to bring him down.”

Logan sighed. “That’s the curse of having weak balls.”

Sammy chuckled. “You’re right.”

Logan looked at Sammy. “You know, I wonder how he’d rate his own potion.”

Sammy let out a laugh. “Well, let’s find out…”

Gerard was whimpering and moaning, his muscles turned to jelly.

Sammy and Logan turned him around propped him up so that his head was on the ground and his legs were up in the air.

Gerard’s huge erection was pointing right at his pain-contorted face.

“What are you doing?” Gerard whimpered.

“What does it look like?” Logan grinned, raising his fist and slamming it down between Gerard’s thighs, smashing his weak, cum-filled balls hard.

Gerard let out a pitiful scream. “Oh no, please no!”

Logan nodded at Sammy who smashed his elbow into Gerard’s juicy plums, flattening them into his body and making him shriek in pain. He sounded less like a basso drammatico and more like a coloratura soprano.

Logan and Sammy took turns pounding Gerard’s balls, hitting them and smacking them, pounding them and slapping them until Gerard was a whimpering mess, begging for mercy.

His dick was leaking precum that dripped onto his quivering lips, coating them in his sticky juice.

“No”, Gerard whimpered. “No, please, no. Don’t make me ejaculate! It’ll ruin my voice!”

Sammy grabbed Gerard’s fat, thick monster of a cock and started jerking it, aiming its tip at Gerard’s open mouth.

Gerard squinted at the head of his dick, his eyes wide open in terror.

Logan balled his fists and sent both of them smashing down between Gerard’s thighs, flattening both of his juicy, cum-filled babymakers like pancakes.

A huge spurt of cum sputtered out of Gerard’s cock, landing right between his lips and making him cough and gag. Jet after jet of thick, sticky juicy found its way into Gerard’s mouth, flooding it. He gulped it down, his face contorted in pain. His orgasm seemed to last forever. Spurt after spurt of protein-laden spunk flooded his mouth, running down his neck and coating his naked, muscular body.

Finally, his orgasm subsided and Logan and Sammy allowed him to curl up in the fetal position.

“Oh no”, Gerard croaked. “My voice!”

Sammy and Logan burst out laughing.

Sammy looked at me and grinned. “That was pretty awesome, right?”

“My voice”, Gerard said hoarsely, his voice cracking. “I can’t sing like this…”

Logan looked at Sammy. Both of them shrugged their shoulders.

“I’m sure there’s an understudy who’ll jump at the chance to replace you for a couple of weeks”, Sammy chuckled.

I knelt down next to Gerard who looked at me, grimacing in pain, cum dribbling from the corners of his mouth. I cleared my throat. “Would you, um, sign an autograph for me?”

Gerard smiled weakly and signed his name on a cum-stained prescription block.

“Thanks”, I said, beaming with joy. “That really means a lot to me! I’m a huge fan.”

“You are?” he croaked throatily.

I nodded.

Gerard started singing. The prologue from “I Pagliacci”. His voice was raspy and off-key. It sounded like the horrible theme tune from a bland musical, performed by a 90 year old smoker who had failed his yodel course.

I shuddered and left him lying in his puddle of jizz.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Something to look at (7)

A few months ago I started using my tumblr account to reblog, share and post ballbusting pictures and other content of interest. Here are a few examples of original stuff I posted:

Follow me on tumblr for more original posts like that, and of course for many, many reblogged pictures, videos etc.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Who is David? (updated)


Original date: 10/05/2014

Last month I asked you to send me pictures of Zach - or people who resemble Zach in your opinion. There have been a couple of responses, and it's really fun for me to see what Zach looks like in your mind...

Now we'll continue with our favorite asshole David. David is a ballet dancer, 19 years old, with black hair and a fondness for black clothes. He loves to humiliate the people around him, especially his brother Danny, and he particularly loves to crack nuts. (Read a couple of David's stories here or find all the stories labelled "David" here.)

Now, what do you think David 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.

Thanks for your input!

Update 10/06/2014:

Here's what our reader Colton thinks David looks like:

Anonymous guy.
I love the facial expression. Just like David...

Update 10/07/2014:

Two more suggestions by an anonymous reader:

Anonymous underwear model.
Imagine those tights in black... :-))

Anonymous guy with a conspicuous bulge.
If his hair was black he could be David...
 Another anonymous reader suggests:

Roberto Bolle. Professional dancer.

Roberto Bolle. Professional hunk.

The character Maxxie from the TV show "Skins"
(played by Mitch Hewer) if he had black hair.
Update 10/22/2014:

Another reader suggests:

Actor Michael J. Willett

Update 10/29/2014:

Another suggestion by an anonymous reader:
Porn star Jared Kent (
Update 11/05/2014:

Another reader's suggestions via email:

Update 02/22/2015:

An anonymous reader's suggestion:

What do you think?

Friday, February 20, 2015

From stud to dud: PLOP!

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

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

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

Rocco sighed. What a boring job. The big, muscular hunk ran his hand through his full head of black hair and scratched his stubbly beard, staring at his tool box. He was supposed to lay pipes in an office building that was being renovated. Boring. The rooms on the fourth floor were empty except for some junk lying around, and there was not a person in sight. Boring.

On the upside, being alone meant that Rocco could work the way he worked best: in the nude. His big, muscular body was covered in black hair. His huge, limp dick was dangling between his legs above his furry nutsack that held his fat, extralarge testicles. Rocco’s dick had suffered a lot in the past couple of months. Rocco used to be very, very proud of his massive monster cock. It had been hard all the time, and Rocco spent hours and hours jerking off and blowing his load. Rocco closed his eyes. The mental image of his huge, dripping erection brought a little smile to his face.

Damn, he was fucking horny! He hadn’t had an erection or shot his load in months.

Rocco tugged at his dick with a frustrated grunt. His balls had to be filled to the brim with pent-up sperm. If only he found a way to get off!

Rocco looked around, tugging listlessly at his long, limp cock. There had to be something here that could help him get off!



He sighed again and got down on his knees to prepare a hole in the wall where he was supposed to lay a pipe for a sink. He put his finger into the hole and examined it. It went right through the wall. He couldn’t feel any obstacles.

Suddenly a thought shot into his mind. That hole. It was just the right height. And it looked a lot like those holes in the bathroom stalls at his gym. He loved those holes. You could stick your dick though it and there was always a willing mouth on the other side to dump your load in.

Rocco chuckled. Maybe this was a sign? Maybe this was just what he needed? Maybe there was a mouth on the other side that could heal his limp, floppy cock and make it rise and shine again?

Rocco looked through the hole but he saw nothing but darkness.

“Hello?” he said softly.

No response.

“Hello, anybody there?” Rocco repeated.

He thought he heard something.

Maybe it was just his horny mind playing tricks on him. But maybe there was a mouth on the other side.

There was only one way to find out.

He got up and bent his knees a little bit so that he could push his dick into it. It wasn’t as easy as he’d thought. A fat, floppy tube of soft meat couldn’t be directed as easily as a hard, throbbing fuckstick.

Rocco let out a frustrated grunt. His dick just didn’t have the stability it needed to get pushed through. He thought for a moment. Then his face lit up. He grabbed his oversized nuts that were hanging heavy and low in his hairy nutsack. They should be able to prop his dick up. Carefully, he fumbled with his junk, concentrating hard on shoving first one ball, then the other one into the hole while juggling his limp dick on top of them.

“There we are”, he mumbled to himself before letting out a laugh. “Awesome!”

He pressed his body against the wall and moved his hips.

“Hello?” he said again. “I got something for you.”

No response.

He moved his hips again.

Maybe there was nobody on the other side. He pressed his loins against the wall as tight as he could.



Rocco sighed. Well, it had been worth a try. He tried to move away from the wall and gasped when a sharp pain shot through his body.

He stayed in place for a moment, grimacing in pain. His loins were pressing against the wall. Why couldn’t he move?

His balls must have rolled out on the other side. And now those stupid eggs hanging out the other side, probably tilted, and he couldn’t pull them back!

“Fuck!” Rocco groaned.

It was starting to get dark.


Troy had spent his day patrolling the vacant construction site. The 26 year old guy ran his hand through his short brown hair and sighed. He had been on duty since noon and his shift lasted until midnight.

When he started working for the security company, he had been dreaming about driving money trucks, armed to his teeth and ready to defend himself and his charge from masked villains. Now he was stuck with walking around and shouting at kids who tried to skate on the first floor. He didn’t even have a gun, just a nightstick.

Troy pointed his flashlight at his watch. It wasn’t even ten. Two more hours. He looked around. Everything was quiet. He was supposed to keep patrolling but he decided to go back to the rec room. The name was a gross exaggeration. The “rec room” wasn’t much bigger than a closet, but it was the only room in the vacant building that had a lock in the door. What better way to spend the rest of the shift than watching porn and blowing a load? Thank god for the internet. He had found a website that had some pretty hot shit. Troy was getting hard just thinking about it.

A couple of minutes later, he was on the fourth floor, heading for the rec room. Suddenly, there was a noise.

Troy froze.

He switched off the flashlight and pulled out his nightstick. Slowly, he sneaked towards the noise. Getting closer, he realized that it was a man muttering obscenities.

Troy pointed the flashlight in the direction of the voice and switched it on. “Hey!” he shouted. “What are you doing here?! This is private property! Get your hands up where I can see them!”

The man looked at him, squinting into the blinding light. He was completely naked, his hairy, muscular body pressed against the wall. He lifted his arms and shouted back, “It’s okay, I’m the plumber. My name is---”

“Rocco?!” Troy let out a laugh and lowered the flashlight. “I didn’t know you worked here, too! You haven’t been to baseball in weeks! Good to see you, man!” He pointed his flashlight at Rocco’s face again. “What are you doing, man?”

“I’m stuck”, Rocco mumbled.

Troy burst out laughing. “What did you do? Try to fuck that hole in the wall?”

Rocco grinned sheepishly.

Troy chuckled. “Damn, you are such a doof!” He grinned at Rocco. “You know where that hole leads? Right into my office. We’ll get you out of there in no time.”

“Thank god you’re here”, Rocco grinned. “I thought I’d have to spend the night.”

Troy shook his head, laughing. “You’re such a doof, Rocco.” Troy chuckled and walked towards the rec room. This was typical, pure Rocco. Horny all the time, running around in the locker room after baseball with a huge fucking boner. Now it seemed like that monster cock of his had gotten him into trouble.

Troy unlocked the heavy steel door to the small, windowless rec room. There wasn’t much room for furniture. A chair, a little fridge, a table with a hotplate and a pot for heating water, a rusty locker with all kinds of useless junk, and last year’s Playboy calendar that showed a big-titted Miss March. Below Miss March’s huge breasts, Rocco’s huge pair of hairy balls and his massive cock were hanging from the wall.

Troy chuckled and moved closer. Such a doof.

“Hey, buddy”, Troy shouted. “Looks like I found something that belongs to you…”

He heard Rocco laugh through the wall.

Troy looked at his buddy’s junk. Without Rocco’s huge, muscular body, his dick and balls looked even bigger. In fact, they looked almost ridiculously oversized, incredibly huge, like some kind of novelty item.

Troy chuckled. He hadn’t seen Rocco’s dick soft before. Whenever they had been in the showers or the locker room, Rocco’s cock had been hard as a rock. Troy sat down on his chair and took a closer look at Rocco’s supersized junk.

The tattoo was something he hadn’t seen before. “Limp dick”, Troy read aloud before bursting out with laughter. “What the fuck is up with that?”

“What?” came Rocco’s muffled voice through the wall.

“It says ‘LIMP DICK’ on your dick, man”, Troy shouted. “What’s up with that?”

He heard Rocco laugh through the wall. “That’s a long story…”

Troy chuckled and grabbed his nightstick, playfully poking at the fat tube of meat. He chuckled and moved on to the big, fat hairy nuts, lifting them up one by one with the end of his nightstick.

They looked unreal.

Troy grinned and smacked Rocco’s goods with the palm of his hand, eliciting a muffled scream from Rocco that made Troy roar with laughter.

He put his nightstick on the table and examined the hole. It was pretty tight around Rocco’s junk.

“How the hell did you manage to get your fucking junk through the hole in the first place?” Troy shouted.

“I dunno”, Rocco repeated.

Troy shook his head. Fucking doof. He grabbed Rocco’s junk and tried squeezing it back through the hole.

Rocco let out a grunt. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get you free, idiot”, Troy mumbled. He renewed his grip and tried pushing Rocco’s nuts and his huge, limp dick through the hole.

There was a muffled yelp. “Careful, man, I may need them someday!”

“Don’t worry, man”, Troy laughed. “I’ll try and be gentle…”

There was a muffled laugh in return that quickly turned into an anguished yelp when Troy squished Rocco’s nuts again.

Troy let out a frustrated grunt. “Don’t be a pussy!” he mumbled. He wiped his forehead and looked at Rocco’s junk.

He turned and opened the fridge. It was empty except for a six-pack of beer. Troy got it out and left the room, joining his buddy on the other side of the wall.

“Looks like you got stuck really good”, Troy chuckled, placing the six-pack of beer on the ground. “Want one?” He opened a can and took a gulp.

“Fuck yeah”, Rocco grunted. “Awesome.”

 “Been a while since we had a beer”, he said with a grin.

“Yeah”, Rocco nodded.

“Last time we talked about my police exam”, Troy said slowly, staring at the can.

“Yeah, right”, Rocco said. “What happened? Did you pass?”

Troy stared at his beer. Then he looked up at Rocco, his eyes gleaming with rage. “I didn’t, can you imagine?”

Rocco raised his eyebrows. “But you told us it was just a formality.”

Troy scoffed. He emptied his can of beer and threw it away before opening another one and taking a big gulp. “Those idiots don’t know a good cop when they have one in front of their noses”, Troy mumbled. “Apparently a couple of DUI charges and a few convictions for disturbing the peace is enough to make you unfit for the job, can you believe that.”

Rocco shook his head, his eyes fixed on Troy’s can of beer. “Incredible”, he said, licking his lips. “Could you---“

“Fucking idiots”, Troy barked. “I’m a great shooter, you know? I have whole closet full of guns, pistols and semi-automatic rifles. But apparently that doesn’t count.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, and remember when my wallet was missing after baseball and I got that new guy to confess? That’s what you call police work.”

Rocco cleared his throat. “But he didn’t do it, did he?”

“Of course he did!” Troy shouted. “He just placed it in my locker to make you think he didn’t. That’s called ‘averting suspicion’, all the bad guys do it!” He emptied his beer can and threw it away. “Fucking idiots.” He opened another can.

Rocco watched him drink in silence.

Troy finished the can and threw it away. Then he turned to Rocco, a suspicious expression on his face. “I was thinking about your story, mister, and there’s something I have to ask you?”

Rocco raised his eyebrows. “What?”

Troy watched him closely. “Did you blow your wad into my office?”

Rocco shook his head emphatically. “No, Troy, no, of course not.”

Troy eyed him suspiciously. “You stick your boner through the hole and it gets limp just like that?” He clicked his tongue. “Don’t believe you, mister. Doesn’t sound like you. Doesn’t sound like you at all. We’ve known each other for years, and I’ve never seen you not hard!” He put his hands on his hips. “Tell me the truth.”

Rocco grimaced. “Trust me, Troy! I didn’t jizz in your office. I didn’t even get hard!”

Troy let out a laugh. “Yeah, sure.” He shook his head. “Do you kiss your grammy with that mouth?”

Rocco sighed. “Believe me, Troy. I haven’t gotten hard for weeks. You saw that tattoo, right? LIMP DICK? It’s true.”

Troy’s eyes narrowed. “Anybody can get a ‘LIMP DICK’ tattoo on their cock. Doesn’t mean a thing.”

“But it’s true, I swear, Troy”, Rocco said. “It’s been limp for weeks.”

Troy watched him. “But you used to be hard all the time, mister!”

“It’s a funny story, you know”, Rocco said with a weak grin.

Troy looked at him expectantly. “Humor me.”

Rocco grimaced. “I crushed my nuts in a vise.” He paused. “And then I blew my cock up.”

There was a moment of silence.

“You’re telling me you ruined your dick”, Troy said slowly.

“I didn’t ruin it”, Rocco mumbled. “It just doesn’t cooperate right now. It’ll be fine.”

Troy turned on his heels and walked back to the rec room.

“Troy?” Rocco shouted. “Where are you going? Troy? Troy?” He looked down at the remaining three cans of beer that were sitting just outside his reach and sighed.

Troy unlocked the door to the rec room and slowly walked in. He examined the chair and the floor and the table. If Rocco had lied there had to be some evidence. Judging from the size of his testicles, a lot of evidence. But there was no sign of jizz.

Troy left the room and returned to his buddy. “Your story checks out”, he said with a grin.

Rocco smiled weakly. “I told you I didn’t jizz into your office.”

Troy chuckled. “I bet you would have if your cock had gotten hard.”

Rocco grinned. “Yeah, I probably would have flooded your office with my cum.”

They shared a laugh.

“LIMP DICK”, Troy chuckled. “Awesome tattoo.”

Rocco shrugged. “I dunno. As soon as my cock is working again I’ll have it removed. Don’t want to risk getting sued for false advertising, you know?” he grinned.

Troy laughed. “I got a new tattoo, too, wanna see?”

“Sure”, Rocco said.

Troy took off his jacket and opened his shirt, revealing a large police badge tattoo on his muscular chest. “What do you think?”

“Looks fucking great”, Rocco said.

“Right?” Troy grinned proudly. He buttoned his shirt again and grinned at Rocco. “You know, we should try to get you free, right?”

Rocco nodded emphatically. “Yeah, please.”

Troy winked at Rocco and turned around, heading for the rec room.

“Be gentle, though”, Rocco shouted with a grin. “I don’t want to leave here without my junk, you know?”

Troy laughed before walking around the corner. “Sure, buddy.”

He unlocked the rec room, entered and sat down on the chair right in front of Rocco’s junk.

Troy eyed the pathetic, limp piece of meat that hung listlessly from the wall. He tried to reconcile this floppy schlong with the huge, majestic erection he had watched so many times in the locker room.

So Rocco had ruined his dick. What a moron. What a motherfucking moron. If Troy had a huge fucking dick like that he’d treat it with the respect it deserves.


Troy had always wanted to get his hands on Rocco’s cock. He had slapped him in his huge nuts a couple of times with a wet towel, like most of the team. But he had never touched his cock.

Troy grinned. He grabbed the fat shaft and jerked it a couple of times. No reaction.


He tugged on it some more, yanking it down and stroking it. Nothing. He slapped it with the palm of his hand a couple of times, causing it to bounce around.

“Ouch, careful, buddy!” he heard Rocco chuckle.

Troy grinned. He scratched the sensitive, pink, skinless head with his fingernails, eliciting a muffled scream from the other side of the wall. Then he focused on Rocco’s balls, grabbing his ballsack by the neck and pulling down, trapping his balls at the bottom of his sack.

“Are you making progress?” came Rocco’s muffled voice from the other side of the wall.

“Yeah, buddy, you’ll be free in no time”, Troy shouted. He grabbed his nightstick and smacked Rocco’s trapped nuts with it a couple of times, going harder and harder every time.

“Ow, you’re hurting me”, he heard Rocco shout. “Those suckers are pretty sensitive, you know…”

Troy rolled his eyes. What a moron. “Sorry, buddy”, he shouted slamming his nightstick into Rocco’s trapped nuts as hard as he could. “I guess a little pain is inevitable.”

“Just think about my sex life, okay?” he heard Rocco cough. “I may want to father children one day…”

 “I thought you couldn’t get it up”, Troy shouted, smashing Rocco’s fat, furry balls again and again. By now, their color had changed into a deep, dark red. “How does that feel by the way.”

“Not good”, was Rocco’s muffled reply. “I’m fucking horny all the fucking time.”

Troy sighed and let go of Rocco’s balls, leaning back in his chair and staring at Rocco’s junk. “I bet you are. You know, I always wondered: Do you have trouble getting underwear with a cock that big?”

Troy lifted his foot and placed his sole on Rocco’s junk, slowly increasing the pressure and flattening Rocco’s big, soft cock and meaty balls against the wall.

Rocco let out a muffled grunt. “I don’t wear underwear. Underwear makes my balls itch.”

“Right, you play baseball without a cup, too, right?” Troy shouted, increasing the pressure in Rocco’s junk.

Rocco let out an anguished grunt. “Right”, he groaned. “You had a good laugh when that foul ball caught me right in the spuds, remember?”

Troy laughed. Good times… He twisted his foot a couple of times, making Rocco yell in pain, before withdrawing it and taking a closer look. The sole of his boots had left an imprint on Rocco’s junk.

Troy chuckled. What a moron. “Is it hard to walk? I bet your junk slams into your thighs all the time.” Troy stomped Rocco’s nuts against the wall, eliciting a muffled moan.

“You learn how to walk without hurting yourself, you know”, Rocco shouted hoarsely. “You learn that pretty quickly.”

Troy stomped Rocco’s balls again, making him grunt in agony. “I see. Has your junk always been this big?”

“It has always been bigger than other kids’ stuff”, Rocco shouted with a pained inflection in his voice. “Listen, do you think this is working? It hurts a lot, you know.”

“It’s a bit tricky. But don’t worry, buddy”, Troy shouted, “even if it takes forever, I’ll get you free in the end!” He stretched his limbs before sending a hard, well-placed kick into Rocco’s nuts, smashing them hard and making Rocco howl in agony. He kicked them again and again, eliciting all kinds of funny noises.

Finally, Troy got bored. Rocco’s balls were red and bruised, and his limp cock looked like it had been an army battalion had walked over it.

A beer would be nice, Troy thought. He left the room and walked over to Rocco.

He opened a can of beer and took a big gulp.

“Any progress?” Rocco croaked.

“You’re stuck pretty good, you know”, Troy grinned. “Getting a huge, fat dick like yours through a tiny little hole – it’s not that easy, you know.”

Rocco let out a groan.

Troy emptied his beer and threw the can away. He adjusted his crotch. A thought crossed his mind. “We are talking about your junk all the time”, he said with a grin. “Tell me, what do you think about mine?”

Rocco looked at him, his face contorted in pain. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve seen me in the showers, too, right?” Troy said. “What do you think?”

“Well”, Rocco groaned, “I don’t really remember looking at you like that.”

Troy chuckled. “Surely you’re checking out other guys’ stuff, right? I mean, everybody does.”

Rocco grimaced.

Troy grinned and opened the fly of his pants. He let them drop to the floor and pulled his dick and balls out of his underwear. “What do you think?” he asked, grinning proudly. “Tell me your opinion. Be frank.”

Rocco looked at Troy’s crotch. He cleared his throat. “It’s… nice…”, he said slowly. “Kinda… average… you know?”

Troy stared at him. “Average?”

Rocco shrugged his shoulders.

“Average?” Troy repeated.

“Nice though”, Rocco said quickly. “Really nice.”

Troy turned on his heels and walked away. Nice. Average. What a fucking moron. What a motherfucking, arrogant moron. Average. Average meant tiny. Troy didn’t have a tiny dick! What motherfucking, arrogant, limp-dicked moron would say something like that?!

“Troy?” he heard Rocco shout.

Troy unlocked the door to the rec room and saw Rocco’s fat, useless junk hanging from the wall on the other side of the room. He let out an angry grunt.

“Troy?” he heard Rocco’s muffled voice. “Hey, Troy you are not mad at me, are you?”

“Fuck you”, he mumbled and threw his heavy ring of keys at Rocco’s junk. It crashed into fat, bulging nutsack and dropped to the floor, making Rocco let out an anguished wail.

Troy looked around and opened the locker. He found a roll of duct tape and an idea popped into his head. He looked at Rocco’s furry balls with a mean grin. Then he took a large stripe of tape and applied it to Rocco’s hairy ballsack.

“Troy?” Rocco shouted. “Troy? What are you doing?”

Troy ignored him and punched Rocco’s nuts a couple of times to make the tape stick. Then he ripped it off. Rocco let out a high-pitched wail. Troy looked at Rocco’s nuts and let out a laugh. The once furry nuts were now completely hairless. They looked like a particularly fat, red-skinned, plucked chicken.

“Troy!” Rocco yell. “Troy! What did you do?!”

“You know, you’re pretty lucky I found you, mister”, Troy shouted.

“I am?” came Rocco’s hesitant reply through the wall.

“Yeah, just imagine what could have happened if someone else had found you”, Troy shouted, taking a step back and focusing on Rocco’s bare, hairless sack of spuds.

“Someone else?” Rocco asked.

“There are really bad people lurking around in places like this”, Troy continued. “Why do you think do they hire people like me to keep the place safe? There are all kinds of dirty thug criminals waiting for somebody stupid like you. What do you think they’d do if they found you helpless and naked like this? Well, I’ll tell you what they’d do: They’d probably kick your nuts into paste.” He brought his leg back. “You know, like this.”

“I don’t think they would!” Rocco screamed frantically. “I think they would help me! They would help me out of this!”

Troy let out a laugh. “Oh no, they wouldn’t. I know those kinds. Trust me, they wouldn’t help you! Those dirty fucking thugs, they don’t care. And a big fat pair of balls like yours – they’d see it as an invitation! They’d just smash your nuts as hard as they could, like this.”

“Troy, don’t!” Rocco screamed. “Troy, please---“

Troy sent his foot flying into Rocco’s trapped balls, ramming the two fat, naked orbs flat against the wall and eliciting an anguished yell from Rocco.

Troy gritted his teeth. “Running around naked in a place like this”, he barked. “That’s asking for trouble, mister!” He kicked Rocco’s nuts again as hard as he could. “Those fucking thugs, that’s what they would do to your balls!” He followed up with another kick, smashing Rocco’s poor, helpless balls with all the force he could muster and making Rocco scream in agony.

Troy got down on one knee and rammed his elbow into Rocco’s nuts again and again, hearing Rocco’s muffled screams through the wall. “You’re really lucky I found you”, he shouted. “Right?”

Rocco screamed and groaned in pain.

“Right?” Troy repeated, crunching Rocco’s nuts with his elbow once more.

“Yeah, I’m lucky! I’m lucky!” Rocco screamed. “Thank you, Troy!”

A smile appeared on Troy’s face. “Just doing my job, you know.” He smacked Rocco’s junk with the palm of his hand, making it bounce wildly. “You think you learned your lesson, mister?”

“Yes!” Rocco yelled.

“Good”, Troy got up, smiling proudly. “Then my job here is done.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Troy?” Rocco shouted after a while.

“Yeah, what’s up, buddy?” Troy replied.

“Could you, you know, get me free?” Rocco asked slowly.

“Sure, buddy, I’ll help you”, Troy said. He walked to the locker and rummaged around inside. Now that Rocco had learned his lesson it was time to have a little fun and lighten him up a bit. He seemed to be in a really bad mood.

Troy found a bottle of water. An idea popped into his mind that put a smile on his face. He pulled the table with the hotplate and the pot over so that it was standing right beneath Rocco’s junk. Then he filled the pot with water. He placed the hotplate right under Rocco’s balls. Then he grabbed Rocco’s junk, put the pot on the plate and let Rocco’s plump testicles and his fat, limp dick drop into the cold water.

“Hey, Troy”, a newly alarmed Rocco shouted. “What are you doing? What is it? Is that water?”

“Your nuts are pretty swollen buddy”, Troy shouted, trying to sound serious. “We’ll let them cool off so they fit through the hole.”

Rocco let out a relieved sigh. “Great idea! Good thinking!”

Troy grinned and switched the hotplate on. He watched Rocco’s junk swim in the water for a moment. What a hilarious sight. He pulled out his phone and took a couple of pictures. He looked at the pictures and laughed. Two great, big eggs and a huge sausage getting boiled. He logged into his facebook account and shared the picture. His friends were going to love this. Troy chuckled. Rocco would love it, too.

“Wanna see something really funny?” Troy yelled.

Rocco let out a weak laugh. “Sure, man! But don’t you want to free my nuts first?”

“I’ll come over and show you a picture”, Troy shouted. “Then we’ll free your nuts.”

“Okay”, Rocco replied weakly.

Troy left the rec room and ran over to Rocco. “Do you like eggs for breakfast?” he said with a huge grin.

Rocco grinned. What was Troy up to? “Sure”, he said. “Who doesn’t?”

“How do you like them?” Troy chuckled.

Rocco raised his eyebrows and laughed. “I dunno. Hard-boiled?”

Troy laughed and showed Rocco the picture on his phone. “Then you’ll love these!”

Rocco stared at the picture. Then he burst out laughing. “You’re fucking crazy!”

Troy was roaring with laughter.

“You’re cooking my eggs!” Rocco laughed.

“It’s hilarious, isn’t it?” Troy cried out, laughing.

Suddenly Rocco was silent. His balls were getting warmer. “You didn’t switch on the plate, did you?”

Troy chuckled. “You want them hard-boiled, buddy…” He burst out laughing again.

Rocco chuckled weakly. “Seriously, the water is heating up. Can you switch it off again?”

“Sure”, Troy grinned and turned to go before facing Rocco again and grinning. “It’s a pretty funny picture, though, right?”

“Yeah, it’s awesome”, Rocco chuckled.

“Want me to send it to you?” Troy asked.

Rocco blinked. The water was getting warmer and warmer.

“I can send you an email”, Troy said.

“We can do it afterwards, right?” Rocco said nervously.

Troy chuckled. “It only takes a second. What’s your address?”

Rocco told him.

“Wait, can you spell it for me?” Troy said, looking at his phone.

“It’s my first name and my last name”, Rocco said, growing impatient as the water was heating up steadily.

“Rocco with two K’s, right?” Troy said, trying to hide a grin.

“No, two C’s”, Rocco said. The water was really warm now.

“And the last name?” Troy asked.

Rocco spelled it quickly. The water was getting hotter and hotter.

“Wow, that’s a complicated name”, Troy said slowly. “Can you repeat that?”

Rocco repeated it. He was starting to sweat. The water would be boiling soon.

“You know what, I’ll save your address”, Troy grinned. “Now, let’s see. No, that’s not it.” He looked up and smiled at Rocco. “New phone.”

“Could you please, please turn the water off?” Rocco yelled.

Troy chuckled. “Sure, buddy. I’m just fucking with you”, he said with a grin, putting his phone into his pocket and slowly walking away, whistling happily.

“Hurry up, man”, Rocco grunted. “I think it’s starting to boil.”

Troy chuckled and increased his pace. “See you in a moment.”

He walked around the corner and headed for the rec room. That was one of the best pranks he had ever pulled. Boiling Rocco’s balls. Troy chuckled and reached into his pocket.

He froze.

Where were they keys?

Then he remembered. They had fallen to the ground after he had hurled them at Rocco’s nuts. Fuck. He had locked himself out.

“Troy!” he heard Rocco shout. “Hurry up, man!”

Troy looked at the door. Solid steel. Fuck.

He ran back to Rocco. “Funny story”, he said with a weak grin.

Rocco stared at him. His dick and balls were boiling in the water. He could feel the heat crawl further and further.

“I locked myself out”, Troy mumbled.

“What?!” Rocco said with a panicked expression on his face.

“Sorry”, Troy shrugged.

“What?! What are we gonna do now?!” Rocco yelled. “My fucking nuts are boiling.”

“And your dick, too”, Troy grimaced in sympathy.

“You gotta break down the door!” Rocco grunted.

“No way”, Troy shook his head. “I’m not gonna ruin company property for your dumb nuts.”

“Fuck!” Rocco cried out. “What are we gonna do?!”

“I don’t know”, Troy said.

“Well, think of something!” Rocco screamed, trying frantically to pull his nuts.

Troy glared at Rocco. “What – now I have to think of something?” He scoffed. “That’s perfect, that’s just perfect!” He pointed at Rocco. “It was you who decided to take your clothes of in a public place like this. It was you shoved your fucking dick into that hole. It was you who got stuck. It wasn’t me – it was you! It’s your fault!”

Rocco was screaming in pain, moving back and force, trying desperately to save his junk from being ruined. The water was boiling hot and he could feel his huge balls and his fat, long cock cooking.

“It’s your fault”, Troy shouted. “Admit it and I’ll help you.”

“It’s my fault! It’s my fault!” Rocco screamed.

Troy smiled. “You’re lucky that I’m so good at solving problem”, he said, slowly shaking his head. “Man, you really got yourself into a shitty situation…” He stepped behind Rocco and put his hands around his waist, pressing his body against him as he pulled back.

Rocco threw his head back and screamed in pain.

“Pull yourself together, man”, Troy barked into his ear. “I’m here. Together we’ll make it. We’ll save those big, stupid nuts of yours!”

Troy pulled at Rocco’s body while Rocco was screaming in pain.

“Come on!” Troy shouted, pulling harder and harder, stretching Rocco’s nut chords to their absolute limits.

Rocco felt his boiling balls pressing painfully against the wall. “We won’t make it!” he cried out. “They are just too big! We won’t make it until they are done and fully cooked!”

“Shut up!” Troy barked. “Just pull as hard as you can!”

Both of them were groaning with effort, pulling at Rocco’s dick and balls with all the force they could muster.

Rocco was much too occupied with the red hot pain in his nuts to notice Troy’s erection poking against his thigh.

“Come on, we’ll make it”, Troy shouted, pulling at Rocco’s body, his arms wrapped around his torso, his groin pressing against Rocco’s backside.

Finally, with a big, loud PLOP! Rocco’s junk slipped through the hole.

Troy fell onto his ass, and Rocco landed on top of him.

“Fuck you, wall! We’re stronger than you!” Troy cheered, hugging Rocco in celebration before allowing him to roll onto his side and curl up in a ball. “We made it! We fucking made it”

Rocco was groaning and moaning in pain. “My fucking nuts”, he croaked, cupping his crotch with both of his hands.

“Are they hard-boiled?” Troy grinned. “Let’s have a look.”

Rocco sat up and withdrew his hands, revealing his huge, hairless testicles and his long, meaty cock.

Troy burst out laughing.

Rocco couldn’t help but join in the laughter. It was a ridiculous sight. His goods were flaming red, like a fat, soft, deformed lobster.

“That was a close one”, Rocco said with a chuckle, tentatively fondling his precious balls.

“How do they feel?” Troy grinned.

Rocco grimaced. “Hot.”

“Can I touch it?” Troy asked, casually adjusting the raging erection in his pants.

“Sure, go ahead”, Rocco mumbled.

Troy grabbed Rocco’s red, swollen, steaming dick and started squeezed. “Feels funny”, he chuckled. “Squishy and warm.” He looked at Rocco and grinned. “Do you feel anything?”

Rocco grimaced. “It’s numb.”

“Sure, it has been cooked”, Troy chuckled. “That’s what you get when you stick your stuff into something you shouldn’t stick your stuff through, right?”

“Right”, Rocco sighed, staring at the red, swollen mess between his legs. “Thank you, you know.”

Troy smiled. “No prob, buddy. To serve and protect, that’s my motto.”

Rocco nodded absentmindedly.

“Just make sure you don’t accidentally put your junk into a deep fryer”, Troy chuckled. “I don’t know if I could help you then…”

Rocco let out a laugh.

“You’d have a crispy cock and crunchy nuts”, Troy mused.

Rocco chuckled. “Yeah. That’d be something…”

Troy looked at him. “Seriously, though, make sure you don’t get into trouble again. You don’t want anybody messing with your junk who’s not as good a friend as I am.”

“Yeah, thanks again, buddy”, Rocco said. “You saved my nuts.”

Troy smiled proudly.

“You know”, Rocco sighed. “My nuts just get me in trouble again and again. I’m just so horny all the time.”

Troy grinned. “Well, I guess now that they are cooked they won’t bother you for a while…”

Rocco smiled weakly, looking at his junk. “Sometimes I wonder… Maybe I’d be better off without them.”

Troy looked at Rocco. He felt a wave of heat wash through his body. His hard dick twitched in his pants. “You think?” he said hoarsely.

“Just think about it”, Rocco continued, “if I hadn’t been that horny I wouldn’t have stuffed my junk through that hole, right?”

“Sounds about right”, Troy said. He adjusted his crotch and noticed a wet patch where his dick had soaked the fabric of his pants with precum.

“My cock isn’t worth much anyway, at least in the state it’s in. Just look at that damn thing”, Rocco mumbled, tugging listlessly at his red, boiled, floppy schlong. “And---“ He looked up at Troy and grinned weakly. “Listen to me. Here I am, feeling sorry for myself when I should be thanking you, my friend!” He got up and hugged Troy, wincing as his sore junk bumped against Troy’s erection. “I think I’m gonna drive home now and put an icepack on it.” He put on his clothes and smiled at Troy. “Thanks again. See you at baseball, buddy!”

“Yeah”, Troy mumbled.

After Rocco had left, Troy sat down on the ground. That moron was right. He’d probably be better off without his balls. That dick was useless –now that it had been cooked it’d probably never be the same again. Those fat, stupid nuts were just causing him trouble.

Troy opened the fly of his pants and pulled out his hard dick. He was almost afraid to start jerking it. He’d probably shoot a load right away.

Troy closed his eyes. Rocco needed help. He needed someone to relieve him of those fat, stupid nuts of his. Maybe he didn’t know it, yet. But Troy knew.

Troy felt that wave of heat wash through his body again. It was the same wave of heat that he had felt as a kid when he had helped his neighbor’s dog. That dog hadn’t known that he needed Troy’s help, either.

But this one was different. Bigger. Too big for one guy, even for a guy like Troy.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Hey, it’s me, how are you?” he said, slowly starting to jerk his rock-hard cock. “Yeah, night shift starts in about half an hour. Listen, you still got that cattle prod, right? Good. Dust it off, okay, and bring it to baseball next week. There’s a friend who needs our help…”

Who is Zach? (updated)

Original Date: 09/14/2014

A couple of weeks ago a reader suggested that I post pictures for the characters in the stories. That made me think: I'm pretty sure that all of us have a picture in our head about what the guys look like - but at the same time they probably look a little bit different in each of our heads...

As an experiment I'd like to ask you to post links to images of guys that come close to how you imagine the guys to be.

We'll start with the most popular one: Zach. He's blond and muscular and has a spectacular set of genitals. What do you think he looks like? Feel free to post links to celebrities or porn stars or whatever you like in the comments sections. 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.

If you like the idea and there's enough feedback we'll continue with the other guys. I'm really curious if this will work...

Update 09/17/2014:

Here are two suggestions by an anonymous reader:
Model and fitness trainer Joe Brownell

Actor Justin Hartley
Update 09/22/2014:

Here are two more reader suggestions:

Belami model Mick Lovell

The guy with the orange baseball cap whose dick is hanging out of his jeans from raunchy porn site FraternityX

Update 09/29/2014:

Another reader's suggestion:

Actor Thad Luckinbill

Thad Luckinbill from a different perspective
Update 10/09/2014:

This is BB_Daddy's suggestion:

Lipstick Jungle actor Robert Buckley
Update 10/22/2014:

Ibi's suggestion:

Actor Alan Ritchson

Alan Ritchson again (this time in a quite interesting
scene from TV series "Blue Mountain State")

Actor and MMA fighter Sage Northcutt
Update 10/23/2014:

Another reader's suggestion:

Actor Justin Deeley
Justin Deeley again (in TV show "Drop Dead Diva")
Update 10/29/2014:

Another anonymous reader suggests:

Corbin Fisher's Truman
(I guess the lighting makes the dick seem smaller than it actually is... ;-))
Update 11/05/2014:

Another reader's suggestions via email:

Update 15/11/2014:

Another reader suggests:

Update 02/20/2015:

Scotlad's suggestion:

What do you think?