The Balls of Others: Summoned by the boss

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Erik (click for pictures)

A few days after the pilot episode of “The Balls of Others” had aired, I was sitting in a not very comfortable chair, waiting for my boss to open the door and call me in. A few steps away, Candy, the ultrablond, big-breasted, tiny-brained secretary was reading a Donald Duck comic book, occasionally giggling. Every five minutes or so, she pulled a tiny mirror out of her oversized handbag and checked her lipstick. I sighed and looked at my watch. 3 p.m.

This morning, Candy had called me at home to tell me that Nikolai, the head of the TV station, wanted to see me at 2:15 sharp.

I sighed and looked out the window. The office was on the ground floor, and I watched the people walking by, some of them stopped for a cigarette break, some of them ran from one building to the other as if their life depended on them beating the world record.

I had never met Nikolai in person – but from what I had heard, this wasn’t going to be a nice chit-chat. Nikolai was the spoilt son of a Russian oil magnate. His mother has made a fortune after the fall of the iron curtain. A few years ago, she had started buying and building TV stations in various European countries.

This station was designed as a personal play thing for her son, a 22 year old hedonist who – as far as I knew – grew tired of thing and people very quickly. He had been the head of a blasting explosive factory, a business consultancy and a shady escort agency – in the span of 12 months. I had seen some pictures in glossy magazines, showing him partying with various b-list celebrities.



Candy took out her mirror again. I looked at my watch. 3:05. Great.

“Do you mind if I open the window?” I asked.

Candy startled. “Oh”, she said, looking up from her mirror. “You are still here? Well, sure.”

I stood and opened the window. When I sat back down, I heard two male voices talking. The smell of cigarette smoke hit my nose. Apparently, they were taking a break.

“You were on the show?”

“Yeah, man, I was the one shooting the pool balls at those three idiots’ balls.” I recognized his voice. He was one of the stagehands, Erik, a cute blond guy in his late teens or early twenties.

“No way – that was you?”

“Sure”, Erik said.

“I saw you on TV. You really nailed those nuts…”

The both laughed.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Oh man, the show was so great! And you were fantastic!”

Erik chuckled. “Hey, tell me something I don’t know…”

“You know”, the other guy said, “I’d love to work on that show!”

“Well”, Erik said. “You are talking to the right man. I know everyone. I’ll put in a good word for you. But I can’t guarantee you’ll be cracking nuts.”

They both laughed again.

“They have a very thorough casting process”, Erik continued. “They are only taking the best-looking guys – and, frankly, I’m not sure you qualify.”

“Well, I’ve done lighting and sound – and it doesn’t have to be cracking nuts…”

“I’ll see what I can do”, Erik said.

I chuckled. He made it sound as if he were the producer.

“So, how was it – smashing those morons’ nuts, I mean.”

“It was so much fun! In rehearsal, I got to crunch the assistant producer’s nuts”, Erik said, chuckling. “We had to repeat it over and over again…”

The other guy groaned in sympathy. “Sounds painful.”

“I bet it was”, Erik laughed. “His nuts were black and blue when I was finished with him. I even got the footage from rehearsal.”

The two blokes shared another laugh.

“And guess what”, Erik continued. “I even got fan mail!”

“No way!”

“Yeah, some girl wanting to marry me or something. I met her yesterday.”

“And when is the wedding?”

Erik let out a laugh. “I don’t think so… But I still fucked her brains out, believe me. That chick was a freak, always coming back for more… I swear, I came three times, once in her mouth and twice on her breasts.”

The other guy chuckled.

“I could have probably cum a fourth time before I left for the night – but I’m saving it.” Erik paused, waiting for his new buddy to take the bait.

“Saving it for what”, the guy promptly asked.

“Tonight”, Erik said. “In three hours to be more exact, I’m gonna be screwing Kristen.”

“Kristen?”

“You know, the girl from Topless Wheel of Fortune”, Erik explained. “The one with the megatits and those big, lusty lips.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Man, I’m getting hard just thinking about her. She’s going back to Denmark tomorrow but before she goes I’m gonna slip her one tonight. I’ve been drinking protein shakes all day. I mean, that girl from yesterday just about drained me completely dry. I’ve got to make sure I replenish my fluids so that I have enough to give Kristen a nice, big, money shot on her big tits…”

“Oh, yeah, that kind of girl deserves a big load of cream!”

“Yeah, right? And I’m gonna bring the footage from rehearsal so we can watch it while we’re fucking. Can you imagine it – fucking that bimbo while watching yourself bashing some idiot’s nuts… It’s gonna be great!”

Suddenly, I heard a male voice with a light Russian accent on the intercom. “Candy, he can come in now.”

Candy startled. “Hello?” she said into the room, her eyes wide open.

“I guess he’s asking for me”, I said.

She looked at me, thinking hard apparently. “Okay, go in”, she said after a few seconds.

I stood and walked to the door. Okay, time to face the music, I thought.

I opened the door and stepped into the room. It was a nice office, with a big desk and two empty chairs in front of it. Behind it, a large brown-haired man was reading some dossier. In reality, Nikolai looked more sympathetic than in his photos. He had handsome features and was wearing a smart brown suit (my guess was Armani, but I’m not very good at those things) with a white shirt and a nice, blue tie.

He motioned for me to take a seat and looked back at the dossier again. Glancing at the paper, I saw that he was reading newspaper clippings. One big photo showed one of the contestants’ big balls letting go of a spurt of cum. The headline was “DISGUSTING!” in huge letters.

I looked around. The window was closed so we didn’t hear anything about Erik’s marvelous plans for tonight. Behind Nikolai, there was a board with some diploma, a fake Oscar trophy with ‘Womanizer of the year’ engraved on it, a picture of his parents smiling at the camera, another picture with himself and some blond model with perfect cleavage, a small gong with a small mallet, and a watch.

3:15.

I waited, thinking about what I’d do after this job. Maybe going to the US again? Or South America? Maybe I’d take a vacation. I always wanted to go to Brazil.

“It doesn’t work”, Nikolai said without looking up.

I looked at him. Was that it? Was I supposed to stand up and go?

Nikolai turned a page. Now, there was a photograph of all three contestants, stark naked, at the beginning of the show. “Worst show of 2012” was the headline.

Nikolai sighed.

“No, it doesn’t work”, he repeated.

“Listen”, I said. “Thanks for taking your time. If that’s it, I’m gonna go.”

Nikolai looked at me.

“You know, you gave me complete creative freedom and I ran with it”, I said. “I’m sorry if it didn’t work out. You wanted to get attention and you got it. Okay, it was mostly negative… well, very negative… but the ratings were good and I think it put your station in the spotlight.”

Nikolai watched me.

“If that’s everything”, I said, starting to get up. “Thank you and goodbye.”

Nikolai raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Wait, wait.”

I waited.

He closed the dossier and shoved it away. “For the second episode, you have to make it more competitive. One team? Let’s have two teams competing against each other for the money. One team is boring. Two teams is great television.”

I looked at him. “Okay”, I said slowly.

“Also, you need to choose the contestants more carefully. That one guy in the end was great. Nice, fat nuts, and a huge load of sperm. But the other tow? Meh.”

I nodded slowly.

“People don’t want to see small balls”, Nikolai said, leaning forward.

I raised my eyebrows. “Well, they weren’t exactly small…”

“They were small”, he said firmly. “People want to see big balls. Just like tits. Do you think people would watch Topless Wheel of Fortune with a girl with small tits? You gotta give them big bazookas!”

“Well, those balls were above average size, so---“

“Phhh”, Nikolai grunted. He made a gesture with his hands as if he was holding two cantaloupes. “Big Balls getting smashed. That’s what they want to see. Wait a moment.” He stood and walked to the window, opening it. First he looked to the left, then to the right. “Hey!” he shouted. “You! Yes, you!”

“Me?” I heard Erik say.

“Yes, you”, Nikolai said impatiently. “Come in here.” He closed the window again, smiling at me. “I’m gonna show you something.”

A few seconds later, Erik walked into the room. He had medium-length blond hair, with a haircut resembling Zac Efron’s. He was wearing the same clothes he had worn during the show, a tight-fitting black shirt and tight-fitting black trousers, that were bulging at his crotch. Apparently, he was trying to milk his moment of “fame”, dressing just like in the show, hoping the girl would recognize him on the street. How cute.

Erik nodded his head at me and looked at Nikolai. “Hello, mister”, he said shyly.

Nikolai looked at him. “Drop those trousers, son.”

I couldn’t suppress a grin. Son?! Nikolai was maybe two years older than Erik, possibly three. Who was he trying to impress?

Erik gulped. “Sir?”

“Drop those trousers”, Nikolai repeated.

“Erm… Why?”

Nikolai bared his teeth. “You work here, son?”

Erik nodded.

“And you want to work here, tomorrow, too, right?”

Erik nodded eagerly.

“So drop your trousers”, Nikolai said. “We’re making television here!”

Erik looked at me.

I shrugged.

With a skeptical expression on his face, Erik did as he was told. He unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Get your testicles on the desk, son”, Nikolai said.

“Erm…” Erik started.

“Now”, Nikolai barked.

Erik’s eyes widened and he walked up to the desk.

“ON the desk”, Nikolai said impatiently.

Erik ground his teeth and bent his knees until his balls came to rest on the mahogany surface of Nikolai’s workplace. His pubes were neatly trimmed and his cock and balls were hairless. His limp dick had rolled to the side, clearing the view to his balls.

Nikolai turned to me and pointed at Erik’s nuts. “Do you think those make for good television?”

I shrugged. “I guess we could work with that.”

In the corner of my eyes, I saw Erik’s face lighten up.

“Do you want me to be on the show?” he asked breathlessly. “I would love to! Here, I’m working out, see? I have a great body!” He quickly disposed of his shirt, showing off his pale upper body. Trying to impress us, he flexed his abs. The result was, well, mediocre. He had a fit, lean body, but not very muscular. “And my nuts are really tough! Believe me, I’d love to go on the show! And I have two friends who could join me. That’d be so great! Their balls aren’t as big as mine but they are pretty decent. And I could do all the challenges. I’d love---“

“Shut up”, Nikolai interrupted him, sending his fist crashing down on Erik’s balls, smashing them into the wooded surface of the table.

Erik coughed and let out a soft moan.

“Do you think those make for good television?” Nikolai repeated, quickly adding his own answer. “They don’t. And why?” He looked at me.

I raised my eyebrows.

“Because they are too small”, he said.

Erik groaned, grabbing the desk for support as he tried not to let us know that he was in pain.

“People want big balls”, Nikolai continues. “Nice, big, juicy danglers. Those tiny marbles? They see them all the time when they look down their own body. No, on TV everything has to be big!” Suddenly, he opened the fly of his trousers and pulled out his own sac. “See what I mean?”

I looked at his nuts. Yup, I saw what he meant. In comparison to Erik’s decent-sized nuggets, Nikolai’s testicles were huge. Two oversized orbs resting in a smooth, hairless sac. Actually, I was pretty sure a donkey wouldn’t mind trading his babymakers for Nikolai’s impressive dumplings.

I nodded slowly. “Okay, I see. Yeah, I think we can do that.”

Nikolai smiled, looking pleased. “Good.” He stuffed his balls back into his trousers.

Erik looked miserable, seeing his chance at a starring role dwindling away. “Can I go now?”

“No”, Nikolai said firmly. He turned to me. “I want to show you an idea I had.”

“Okay”, I said. “I’m always looking for new ideas…”

Nikolai smiled and turned around, reaching for the board behind his desk. He grabbed the gong mallet and held it up.

I nodded. “I guess that would work.”

Erik looked at the mallet and shifted uncomfortably. “Erm…”

Thinking about the conversation I had overheard earlier, I could imagine what he was thinking.

A bead of sweat was on his forehead as he looked wide-eyed at the small, firm mallet in Niklai’s
hand. It had a steel handle with a big felt knob at the top. Knowing my way around musical instruments, I was aware that just below the felt surface was a solid hunk of metal that was what made the gong sound. And judging from the look in Erik’s eyes, he was aware of that, too.

“Erm…” he cleared his throat. “You know, maybe, if you don’t need me as a contestant for the show, then, you know, maybe you could find someone else to demonstrate that… you know…”

I felt sorry for the kid. “Nikolai”, I said. “I see what you mean. Let me think of a way to include that in the show, okay?”

Nikolai grinned. “I’m gonna show you. It’s easy.”

Erik groaned as Nikolai held the mallet over his nutsack.

“See?” Nikolai said. “You can hit one testicle.” With a short, precise stroke he brought the mallet down on Erik’s left nut, bringing a shrill shriek from Erik’s mouth.

Nikolai looked pleased. “Or you can hit them one after the other.” Quickly, he brought the mallet down on Erik’s left nut, then on his right, making Erik gasp and clench his eyes shut before he let out a miserable scream.

“Or”, Nikolai continued. “You can hit them both at the same time.” Nikolai bit his lower lip, concentrating hard before smashing the mallet down on Erik’s nutsack, hitting both of the boy’s precious orbs dead-on.

Erik wailed in pain and I cringed in sympathy.

“Yeah, I see”, I said.

“Look”, Nikolai said, smiling brightly and pointing at Erik’s cock.

Both Erik and I looked down.

I chuckled.

Erik eyes widened with shock as he saw his cock slowly hardening.

The three of us watched in silence as the tip of Erik’s dick lifted up from the surface of the mahogany desk, continuing its ascent slowly but surely until it was fully engorged and pointing up at Erik’s face.

Erik groaned.

“Sir”, he said weakly. “Could I please---“

He was interrupted by a forceful smash into his tender nuts with the mallet, causing him to scream in agony.

Nikolai seemed to take a shine to this. He looked at me and grinned, “It’s nice to see what you are doing day in and day out. It’s fun.”

I shrugged.

Erik was panting heavily, with sweat running down his nose and dropping down onto the desk.

“Please, sir”, he whimpered.

Nikolai was unimpressed. He lined up the mallet again and with a one-two-smash he ground the hard felt knob into Erik’s nuts one after the other.

Nikolai let out a hearty laugh while Erik was screaming in pain.

“Excellent”, Nikolai chuckled.

He continued alternately hitting Erik’s left ball and his right ball at a constant pace.

Erik was howling in pain. Apparently he was dead-set on staying on his feet. He was gripping the table, his knuckles turning white, and his knees were starting to shake.

I couldn’t help but admire his stamina. Maybe he thought that impressing Nikolai was going to get him on the show after all?

Suddenly, Nikolai stopped.

Erik was panting heavily. His lean, pale body was glistening with sweat.

“Now, look at that”, Nikolai said, a wide grin on his face.

Erik and I looked down at his valuables. A tiny bit of thick cream was oozing out the tip of Erik’s dick.

“Oh no”, Erik whispered.

“Looks like I’m beating the cum out of his nuts”, Nikolai said, smiling brightly, looking at me for approval.

“Looks like you are”, I nodded.

“Nononono”, Erik said in a toneless voice.

“I never thought that was possible”, Nikolai said, cocking his head and admiring his handiwork. He lifted the mallet and grinned. “Time for the final spurt.” He laughed. “Pun intended…”

“Oh, nono, please, don’t”, Erik whispered breathlessly.

I grimaced in sympathy. I was pretty sure that Erik was thinking about Kristen right now. Poor lad. All the protein shakes for nothing…

“Nononono”, Erik whimpered. “Please, no!”

Nikolai chuckled and brought down the mallet, letting it crash into the soft mound of Erik manhood. Now, he was really going to town. The mallet went down and down and down again, smashing Erik’s poor, full testicles again and again.

Increasing the pace, Nikolai hit Erik’s nuggets with devastating force.

Erik’s cock started pulsating.

“Nooo – nonononnonono – nooo!” Erik wailed.

Too late.

Suddenly, his balls contracted and the first rope of creamy white cum came flying out of Erik’s cock, going straight up and hitting the roof of his open mouth, then dripping down on his tongue.

“Nooooo!” Erik screamed, throwing his head back.

Nikolai didn’t stop. He continued pounding Erik’s balls like he was tenderizing a steak.

The second spurt hit Erik chin.

The sound of the poor boy screaming filled the room, accompanied by the sound of the third and fourth rope of his cum splattering onto the desk.

His balls seemed to be bottomless. Another jet of jizz flew through the air, followed by another and yet another, while Nikolai was busy tormenting his poor, pulsing plums.

Finally, the spurting stopped and Nikolai paused for a moment, looking very pleased. “What a mess”, he chuckled, shaking his head as he surveyed the sticky sperm covering his desk.

Erik looked down at his cock, sweat glistening all over his body. One sad, last helping of spunk oozed out of his cock, running down the shaft. Erik looked like a kid seeing his balloon fly away into the sky. “No”, he whispered. Then he looked at me, a plaintive expression on his face. “I was saving that”, he whispered.

I nodded. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Erik looked at his cock again. “I was saving that!” he addressed Nikolai.

The tall Russian shrugged.

“But I was saving that!” Erik screamed.

Nikolai sighed and brought the mallet down on Erik’s testicles one final time, hitting the two precious orbs hard, flattening them like pancakes.

Then, he turned around and placed the mallet on the board again.

Erik’s body was frozen. His eyes were wide open, his lips were trembling. He let out a long, wheezing moan. His eyes started flickering. His hands slowly let go of the edge of the table. Then, with a pitiful groan, he sank to the floor, clutching his battered testicles, curling up in a ball.

“You can go now, son”, Nikolai said matter-of-factly.

Erik let out a whimper.

Nikolai held up the dossier about our game show, holding it away from him, looking disgusted. It was splattered with Erik’s precious juice. “Here, take it”, he said to me.

I took the dossier, feeling the sticky spunk wetting my fingers.

Erik slowly pulled up his pants.

I grabbed his shirt and helped him up.

“I was saving that for Kristen”, he looked at me with puppy-eyes.

“Yeah”, I know.

Erik put his arm around me shoulder and I helped him limp out, passing the secretary’s desk.

Candy looked at us, smiling. “Happy with the results, gentlemen?”

Erik sobbed.

Nikolai said on the intercom, “Candy, come in please. Leave your panties.”

Candy giggled and shook her hips, letting her silk panties drop to the floor.

“Coming”, she chirped and wiggled into the office.

Before she closed the door behind her, I heard Nikolai open his zipper. “Look at that mess on the desk. Lick it up while I fuck you.”

Candy giggled.

“Fucking asshole”, Erik whispered. “That load was for Kristen!” He fondled his sore, forcefully emptied nuts. “Fuck”, he whimpered. “That bastard wasted a perfectly good load just so his bimbo secretary could lap it up while he drills her senseless.”

I shrugged. At least someone was getting lucky tonight.

I made a mental note to give Erik some nice tasks for the second episode of “The Balls of Others”. Nice, I thought. The show will go on.