Saturday, August 23, 2008

Sneak peek

Featured in this story: BrandonCal and Phil (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Take five 
  „Do you know your lines?“ I asked Phil.

The 18 year old soccer played stared at me.

We were standing in the studio.

My cameraman Chad was behind the camera, looking at his watch.

“I’m allowed to improvise, right?” Phil said.

He was wearing his soccer gear, the green shorts, the shirt with his name and number on the back, and his soccer socks and shoes.

I grimaced. “We’ll better get this done in one take. George wasn’t very happy when we had to repeat it, remember?”

Phil grinned. “Yeah, I do.”

We were here to film the third teaser for the “Soccer balls 2” competition. Phil was going to compete against Jimmy in a ball-kicking contest at the end of next month, and we had already filmed big balled George and the twins for a short clip for our website.

Now it was Cal’s and Brandon’s turn.

The two swimmers had already stripped naked and were standing next to each other.

Brandon stared at his buddy’s extra-large equipment.

Cal and Brandon were members of the same swim team, and Brandon had seen Cal naked very often. But the size of the handsome black guy’s meat and two vegs still seemed to be mesmerizing for Brandon.

Being of Asian descent, Brandon had that nasty stereotype running against him. But he didn’t have to feel ashamed. Granted, his cock and balls didn’t measure up to Cal’s bits, but his fat dick and pendulous balls were definitely above average size.

Brandon grabbed Cal’s dark jewels and playfully squeezed them.

Cal winced. “Brandon, don’t…”

He slapped at his buddy’s hand. Quickly, Brandon let go of Cal’s nuts and Cal ended up slapping his own dangling nuggets.

He gasped in pain “Fuck!” he moaned and doubled over, cupping his tender testicles while Brandon was laughing his ass off.

I sighed. “Alright, let’s start before you cripple each other on your own…”

Brandon chuckled.

I walked behind Chad who was holding the camera in his hand.

The idea for this teaser was that we dropped in on Phil’s training session Reality TV style.

Brandon and Cal were standing with their backs to the wall, stark naked, legs spread. Their vulnerable balls dangled between their thighs.

“Soccer balls 2, teaser 3, take 1”, I said. “Action!”

Phil stood in front of Brandon and grinned. Then he brought his foot back. Brandon closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact.

Suddenly, Phil noticed the camera.

“Oh, hi”, Phil smiled and turned around facing the camera.

Brandon sighed in relief.

“I’m Phil. I’m a soccer player and I’m gonna face off against my former mentor Jimmy in ‘Soccer balls 2’. Of course, it’s hard work. But I guess I am at the top of my game right now”, Phil winked at the camera. “There will be six guys who provide the balls for our competition. They are gonna rank our kicks on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the best possible grade. Why don’t I show you how it’s done…”

Chad zoomed out, revealing Brandon and Cal who smiled nervously.

Phil took a step back and pointed at the two guys. “That’s Brandon, and that’s Cal. Say hi to the camera!”

Brandon and Cal waved uneasily.

Phil stood in front of Brandon and brought his foot back.

Brandon grimaced in anticipation.

With thundering force and unerring precision, Phil’s foot found its target. The instep of his soccer shoe slammed into Brandon’s meaty balls and flattened them into his pelvis.

Brandon’s eyes widened and his mouth opened halfway. He let out a wheezing moan.

Phil looked at him expectantly.

“Four”, Brandon groaned.

Phil raised his eyebrows. “Four?!”

Brandon moaned and nodded. He clenched his fists, trying not to cup his balls.

Phil clicked his tongue and took a step back.

With a running start, he kicked Brandon’s balls again, catching both of Brandon’s hefty plums with his toes and ramming them into his crotch.

Brandon let out a high-pitched shriek.

Cal, standing next to his buddy, cringed in sympathy.

Phil grinned and nodded.

“Five”, Brandon groaned.

Phil chuckled impatiently and shook his head.

His eyes narrowed and he took a couple of steps back.

Brandon’s lips trembled as Phil came running towards him.

With a dull thud and a fierce grunt, Phil’s foot came crashing into Brandon’s manhood.

Brandon gagged. His eyes watered and he let out an agonized scream.

Phil looked at him and nodded.

“Ten”, Ben whispered in a high-pitched voice and collapsed on the ground. He cupped his aching nuts and rolled back and forth, whimpering in pain.

Cal grabbed his own nuts in sympathy and looked down at his buddy. “Fuck”, he mumbled.

Phil had a satisfied grin on his face. He turned to the camera. “See?”

Then he turned to Cal and told him to turn around and lean with his hands against the wall.

Cal complied reluctantly.

His tender jewels were swinging below his ass cheeks.

Phil smiled. He grabbed Cal’s large testicles and squeezed them lightly. “They are almost as big as soccer balls, don’t you think?” he mused.

Cal groaned.

Phil let go of Cal’s nuts and they swung back and forth between his legs.

Phil took a step back and inhaled deeply.

With a running start, he kicked Cal’s nuts hard. The instep of his soccer shoe connected perfectly with both of Cal’s eggs, flattening them against his body with a loud slap that echoed through the studio.

Cal coughed.

“So?” Phil said.

“Ten”, Cal whispered.

“Ten? Come on, that was a seven, at best”, Phil said. “I’ll show you a ten.”

Cal whimpered.

Phil grinned and powered his foot up between Cal’s legs, smashing both of Cal’s testicles and lifting him off the ground.

Cal screamed hoarsely.

“Ten?” Phil grinned.

“Ten!“ Cal whimpered, his fingernails digging into the wall to keep him from falling down.

“Turn around”, Phil said.

Cal groaned and did as he was told. He grabbed his crotch and doubled over.

“On your knees”, Phil grinned.

Cal got down, his hands clutching his tender nuggets.

Phil made a quick gesture, causing Cal to let go of his balls.

“When?” he asked and powered his foot into Cal’s crotch.

Cal groaned and leaned forward, his face resting on Phil’s knee.

“When?” Phil repeated.

“September 20th”, Cal whispered.

“Where?” Phil said sharply and brought his foot into Cal’s groin once more.

Cal screamed from the top of lungs.

Phil waited a couple of seconds, then he kicked Cal’s balls again, lightly this time.

That was enough for Cal, though. He whimpered and rolled to his side.

“On”, Cal moaned.

“Right”, Phil said and rested his foot on Cal’s naked ass. “I can’t wait…”

“Cut!” I yelled. “Thanks!”

Phil chuckled. “How did you like it?”

I shrugged. “It was fine.”

“Thanks”, Phil grinned.

“Did you enjoy it?” I smiled.

“Sure. I meant it when I said I can’t wait…”

I looked at Cal and Brandon, lying on the floor, writhing in agony, cupping their poor, aching nuts. “I can’t wait, either…”


Anonymous said...

Very hot, can't wait eithier.

Carter said...

Phil seems really likable conpared to Jimmy. Not sure who to root for. Sometimes it's fun watching jerks ge what they deserve, but sometimes it's nice seeing a nice innocent young mang getting jewels shattered.
Also digging the soccer shorts, but I wish he'd lose the shirt.

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, Carter! Yeah, sometimes shirts are a real nuisance... :-))