Thursday, November 29, 2012

Ballbusting Olympics on tour

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Kev (click for pictures)

Kevin J. Stone didn’t believe his ears. “You wanna give up?” he asked incredulously. “You have come this far and now you want to give up? Just because you are in a little bit of pain?”

He had been on tour for the last couple of weeks, and he had seen many things: guys passing out, guys throwing up, guys crying for their mom. But this was new. A big, muscular giant of a man was cowering on the ground, his ass in the air, his face on the floor, bare naked, clutching his sore balls after exchanging a series of excruciating nut kicks with his opponent – and now, on the verge of winning, he was thinking about giving up.

“Think about it, Roy”, Kev continued, rubbing the poor guy’s shoulders. “You have softened his nuts up. That kick you gave him just minutes ago almost made him puke! Giving up is for pussies!”

Roy whimpered in pain, rocking back and forth, cradling his aching gonads. “I don’t think I can go on”, he whispered, tears running down his face. “My nuts are killing me…”

“Bullshit!” Kev shouted. “This is just the beginning!”

Kev had been touring the United States with “The Ballbusting Olympics”, selling the rights to the regional events to the highest bidding fraternity in every town, completely with sponsors and merchandise. (The “Ballbusting Olympics Nutball Starter Kit” was a hit with customers: It included four pairs of white briefs with the BB Olympics logo printed on them and strategically placed hole so that the contestants could let their danglers swing freely, plus two racquetballs, four bags of salted peanuts and four Viagra pills from their major sponsors.) And for an additional fee, Kev would act as the head of the local Ballbusting Olympics Committee (BOC) and oversee the marketing and the execution of the event.

Today was the first night of the Beta Gamma Delta frat’s Ballbusting Olympics – and Kev was worried that the evening would turn out to be a disaster. Roy was one of the most important people in the fraternity, and if he lost Kev feared that he might call the whole thing off…

“Bullshit!” Kev repeated. “Stand up and fight!”

He was sure that Roy could win this fight. His opponent was a nerdy guy called Milton with glasses and a head of curly blond hair. His muscles in no way matched Roy’s, and his genitalia was falling considerably short, too…

Roy had a huge cock and a very impressive set of eggs dangling between his legs. He was a tall guy, with blue eyes and short blond hair. Fifteen minutes ago, when the combatants had entered the stage and taken their clothes off, Roy’s extraordinary equipment had created quite a stir, prompting a round of applause from the audience.

Roy whimpered. “But---”

“Get up and fight!” Kev growled.

Roy grimaced and groaned as he slowly rose to his feet.

Milton watched him, clutching his sore marbles, his face contorted in pain. He had hoped that Roy would give up and when he saw that he was getting ready for the next round, he sighed and massaged his nuts.

“Your turn”, the referee said, looking at Roy. “Make your move within the next five seconds or I’ll declare Milton the winner.”

Roy moaned and looked at Kev.

“Kick him!” Kev shouted.

Milton grimaced and spread his legs. His little dick and his bright red balls were an easily identifiable target. It was funny: Even in their swollen state, Milton’s marbles still didn’t equal Roy’s majestic globes in size.

Roy let out a strained howl as his bare foot made contact with Milton’s nerdnuts. Milton shrieked in pain and doubled over, clutching his groin, as the crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

“That’s it!” Kev shouted, clapping his hands. “You got him good!”

A slight smile spread on Roy’s face, but it disappeared quickly as Milton let out an angry scream and kicked Roy’s meaty gonads with all the force he could muster.

Roy blinked and his jaw dropped. His nose twitched as everybody watched in tense silence. His hands slowly lowered until they found his throbbing testicles. Then his knees started trembling and a guttural groan escaped his throat. First, his left pupil moved towards his nose, then his right pupil followed suit until he looked like a cross-eyed dimwit.

“Oh damn”, Kev mumbled.

A bead of sweat ran down Roy’s nose and the giant sank to his knees with a loud thud. Then his body toppled over and he landed flat on his face. He was out cold.

“The winner is Milton”, the ref said matter-of-factly, and the tiny-dicked nerd couldn’t believe his luck. He raised his arms in a victory pose and jumped up and down, his mingy valuables dancing like a couple of cheap toys in an earthquake.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

“Oh damn”, Kev sighed. He searched for Roy’s buddies in the crowd who were visibly shocked at their friend’s utterly disappointing performance. His girlfriend Debbie had a wide-eyed look of disbelief on her face, and Kev could only imagine what was going through her head right now. She was probably taking a spontaneous inventory of her boyfriend’s sperm in her mind…

That night, Kev was lying in his bed when the phone rang. It was his girlfriend's personalized ring tone, "It's me-hee, pick up the phone, darling!". She had the ability to spot the worst-possible time for her calls… Kev thrust his cock in and out of Debbie’s tight pussy, making her squeal in delight as he pounded her like there was no tomorrow. Thankfully her screams of pleasure were louder than Kev's grilfriend's annoying voice.  He grabbed her shoulders and powerfucked Debbie with strong, hard thrusts. This was one of the upsides of heading of the BOC…


Later that week, after witnessing Roy's team of big, beefy studs getting defeated in each and every contest they competed in, Kev left the poor guys to lick their wounds. Usually, he would have advised them to let their girlfriends to that for them, but - not surprisingly - the girls had decided to go with the winners, and while the horse-hung superstuds were left to their own devices, there now was a group of tiny-dicked nerds on campus who enjoyed the cock-sucking service of the most beautiful girls...

Kev moved on to the next town where word-of-mouth and a clever marketing campaign had created a never-before-seen hype. The tickets were sold out a week before the first day of competition, and the Ballbusting Olympics were a huge success.

Day after day, nuts were crunched in fierce battles, leaving dozens of handsome hunks worrying about their sperm count and dozens of girlfriends recharging the batteries for their vibrators every night.

It was funny: Kev never would have thought that the Olympics would be so successful in a rather conservative town. But apparently, the repudiation of contraceptives didn't mean that reducing a man's libido in a dignified, natural and entertaining way had to be unpopular...

The day before the Closing Ceremony, the heads of the competing teams informed Kev in strained and slightly high-pitched voices that he would have the honor of dealing out the penalties the next day.

Now he was standing in front of a line of three naked studs and looked at his list. Three kicks for unsportsmanlike behaviour, two punches for cheating, two knees for ejaculating during the competition, and three one-minute squeezes for inappropriate language (this was a conservative college after all).

Kev looked at the guys and grinned. He cracked his knuckles. "Let's go, boys..."

Accompanied by the thunderous applause and cheers from the audience, the studs grimaced and shifted uncomfortably.

„I think I’ll save the squeezes for last“, Kev said cheerfully. „There’s nothing better than crunching a pair of bare balls with your bare hands – especially when they are nice and tender from those kicks and punches…“

The crowd roared with laughter. After having organized all those events, Kev was a pro. He knew exactly what the audience wanted to see, and he knew what to say to make them go wild.

Kev grinned when he saw the fear in his poor victims‘ eyes. He know from experience that the anticipation was the worst. Those guys were afraid that Kev might do some serious damage – and rightly so: He was determined not to let them down…

„Okay, you with the tiny cock“, Kev said, nodding at a muscular blond hunk whose head turned purple as the crowd pointed and laughed at his shortcomings. „Come here.“

The blond stud cleared his thorat and stood in front of Kev. Granted, his cock was small. But his balls were a sight to behold: Two big, juicy plums hanging low in their hairy sac.

Kev grinned. This was going to be fun. „Alright, Tinycock, my list says that you are a bad fella! Two kicks, one punch – and a knee!“ He chuckled. „Wow, you came on stage? So that puny little thing works? Well, let’s see if we can put it out of comission for a while…“

Kev took a step back and sent his foot flying in between the blond’s legs, crunching his nuts with a resounding smack that echoed through the room as the poor guy shrieked from the top of his lungs and doubled over.

„Ouch“, Kev grinned in mock-sympathy. „That’s gotta hurt. That’s another disadvantage when you have a tiny dick: It can’t do anything to protect your plums…“

The blond groaned and massaged his oversized testicles.

„Alright“, Kev said. „Get ready for kick number 2!“

Moaning, the blond straightened and moved his hands away from his genitals. He closed his eyes and waited for a fresh, new wave of pain to set in.

He didn’t have to wait long. Kev delivered another powerful kick that cuaght both of his jewels dead-on, lifting the poor lad off the ground and driving his tender testicles into his body.

The crowd cheered and clapped as the blond collapsed on the ground, curling up in a little ball.

„Oh no“, Kev said, grinning. „We aren’t done yet! Come on, get up!“ He balled his fist and got down on his knees. „There’s a little something I’d like to give to you!“

It took a moment before the blond was able to stand up straight. He was panting and moaning, his face contorted in pain, as sweat ran down his muscular body.

„May I introduce“, Kev quipped. „Fist – balls, balls – fist.“ With that, he sent a powerful uppercut into the blond’s aching plums, driving his knuckles into the tender flesh and causing the muscular stud’s voice to climb an octave as he let out a soprano wail that sent shudders down the waiting guys‘ spines.

„Wow“, Kev said, shaking his hand. „That hurt my knuckles!“

The blond stud whimpered as he sank to his knees, clutching his crotch and trying to nurse his battered balls.

Kev chuckled. He turned to the audience and said, „Now it’s time for the knee. Give a round of applause for him – I can’t believe he got his litttle thingie to shoot a load!“

The audience roared with laughter and mocking applause as the poor blond recovered on the ground.

A few seconds later, he stood in front of Kev, slightly doubled over.

Kev put his hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Don’t you wish you hadn’t shot that load?” he smiled and powered his knee into the poor stud’s groin. “Oh man, I squished them, didn’t I?” Kev laughed as the blond was screaming from the top of his lungs.

The audience laughed and cheered as the poor bloke sank down two his knees and doubled over, clutching his crotch and wailing in agony.

Kev laughed and clapped his hands. “That was fun! Now that I’m warmed up you two are in for a treat…”

The two remaining guys looked at the fallen stud who was sobbing in pain. Then they looked at Kev.

“Okay”, Kev said. “Next one. You with the funny haircut.” He pointed at a skinny boy with brown hair in a mohawk haircut that looked patently ridiculous on him.

“One kick”, Kev said as the skinny guy stood in front of him. “That’s all?” He shook his head. “Well, I guess we’ll have to make that one count, right?

Kev walked a few steps back, and then, with a running start, he kicked the boy in his testicles with all the force he could muster. Kev’s foot sank into the meaty orbs, flattening them like pancakes.

The poor boy’s eyes widened and a wheezing groan escaped his mouth. Then his eyes turned inward, resulting in a rather comical grimace. A second later, he joined the blond hunk on the ground, screaming in pain.

“Seems like you are the last guy standing”, Kev smiled at the third guy, a handsome redhead who was hung like a horse. A huge dick was swinging lazily in front of what looked like two oversized chicken’s eggs that were jammed into a rosy sac of hairless skin which seemed to be too small for them by a size or two. The Roshambo competition that won him the gold medal was only one day ago, and his testicles still looked swollen and bruised

“Now that’s what I call a cock!” Kev chuckled. “Hey, Tinycock, take a look at that monster!”

The redhead grinned, as the puny-dicked blond groaned in pain and humiliation.

“Wow”, Kev continued. “You make a lot of girls happy with that thing?”

“There’s only one girl in my life”, the redhead smiled and pointed at a  scraggy blond girl who was sitting in the front row.

“Ugh. What an ugly chick”, Kev shook his head. “That’s just stupid.”

The redhead frowned at him. He opened his mouth to say something but Kev quickly dropped to his knees and sent a devastating uppercut into the hung stud’s babymakers. His huge, swollen nuts were crunched hard, and his oversized cock slapped against his abs as the redhead stumbled backwards, letting out a girlish shriek.

Kev laughed as the redhead jumped up and down, clutching his aching testicles, screaming in pain, his monster cock swinging wildly.

“Come back here, hag-fucker!” Kev shouted. “You’re not done yet! There’s a knee that’s waiting for you!”

The redhead groaned and limped back to his position in front of Kev.

Kev grinned. “I see why you shot a load on stage yesterday”, he chuckled, pointing at the redhead’s rising cock.

The guy blushed.

“Now hold that ridiculous monster out of the way so I can knee your nuts”, Kev said.

The redhead groaned and did as he was told. His huge plums were dangling freely between his thighs, making for a very inviting target.

Kev didn’t lose any time. His knee met the redhead’s nuts at lightning speed, crunching the two huge orbs flat, and causing their poor owner to let out a guttural groan before collapsing on the ground and curling up in a little ball, screaming from the top of his lungs.

There was a short break to let the trio recover before the final act.

“Now it’s time for the squeeze”, Kev said, rubbing his hands.

The crowd went wild.

Kev kneeled on the ground and motioned for the blond and the brown-haired guy to stand on either side of him.

“What about me?” the redhead asked.

Kev grinned. “Can’t wait, huh? Well, we’ll deal with you later. I’m pretty sure I’ll need both of my hands for you…”

The redhead grimanced.

Kev smiled and grabbed a pair of nuts with each hand.

The tiny-dicked blond and the skinny brown-haired boy inhaled sharply as Kev’s fingers closed tight around their precious jewels.

Kev instantly increased the pressure, tightly compressing the trapped gonads, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh, and making the two victims let out anguished screams. After twenty seconds, he started yanking down hard again and again, causing the screams to rise in pitch and volume. Another twenty seconds later, Kev twisted his hands, changing the poor guys’ screams into an ear-piercing duet of agony.

When he let go of the two pairs of nuts, the two humiliated studs resumed their position on the ground, rocking back and forth as they tried to soothen the pain in their genitals.

The redhead gulped. Now it was his turn.

“Aaaah”, Kev said as the redhead was standing in front of him. Kev was kneeling on the ground so he had the awe-inspiring pair of fruit at eye-level. “I’ve been looking forward to this”, he smiled. “Such a nice, big pair of plums…”

The redhead shifted uncomfortably as Kev grabbed hold of his oversized testicles with both of his strong hands.

At first, he playfully squeezed the two gigantic gonads to get a feel for their seize. The redhead blinked as his tender organs were examined like some fruit in a supermarket.

“They are ripe”, Kev stated after a few moments, much to the amusement of the audience. “Now we’re gonna pick them…”

The redhead bit his lower lip. He knew what was coming.

Kev increased the pressure immediately, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh of the redhead’s meaty nuts. The pain set in immediately. Those two prize-winning orbs had been through a lot in the past 24 hours – and it showed.

The redhead screamed in agony as Kev’s fingernails dug into the source of his manhood. Kev kneaded and squeezed, twisted and tugged, massaged and pinched his defenseless target – and the unwanted stimulation caused the redhead’s big prick to grow harder and harder. Within seconds, it was standing at full mast – rearing its head proudly as little drops of precum glistened on its shiny head.

“Ah”, Kev grinned. “Looks like we’re gonna get another helping of your cream, huh?”

The redhead shrieked in pain as Kev continued to squash his testicles in his hands, determined to make them give up their potent load.

It didn’t take long for the redhead to shoot. Big balls surrender quickly, as the saying goes.

Suddenly, a huge spurt of cum shot high up into their air and came spalttering down on the two studs. Jerk after jerk of creamy, salty jizz rained down on them, drenching their hair in sticky spunk while the redhead was screaming like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

Finally, the fountain subsided but Kev made sure to squeeze every last drop of cum from the redhead’s oversized babymakers.

When he had milked him dry, Kev let go of his testicles and got up from his kneeling position while the redhead collapsed on the ground, moaning and groaning, cupping his aching testicles and mourning the loss of another perfectly good load of semen that might have created a couple of  potentially very handsome and well-hung heirs.

Kev ran his hand through his sticky hair and took a bow as the audience clapped and cheered.

That night, Kev was kneeling in front of his bed when the phone rang with his girlfriend’s familiar ringtone. The ass of the tiny-dicked blond guy’s girlfriend was waiting for him to stick his large jock-boy cock into it. She had begged him to fuck her, telling him that she had never known that cocks came in all shapes and sizes. Apparently, her boyfriend had told her that his puny member was as big as they came.

Kev ignored his girlfriend’s call and drove his dick into the girl’s hole, making her let out a slutty moan as he tickled her where his boyfriend had never tickled her before…


The following week was more of the same as Kev went to another town to spread the joy and fun that were the Ballbusting Olympcis. This time, his role was rather limited: He was just a consultant while the local BOC did a remarkable jpb all on their own. Not that he had reason to complain: Kev spent most of the time banging the frat guys’ chicks as they were busy busting each other’s balls…

The night before the closing ceremony, Kev was waiting for his girlfriend’s phone call. He had just banged three sorority girls in one sitting, and he was spent. All that fucking was taking its toll. The more he thought about it, the more he missed his girlfriend’s familiar mouth on his dick, her possessive hugs and her voice telling him how much she loved him.

He was lying on his bed, wearing just his sweat pants. He switched on the TV. It was still set on the porn channel he had watched yesterday. But he was not in the mood for porn right now. He switched through the channels until he found a stupid cartoon show.

He sighed and lifted the waistband of his sweat pants and looked at his dick. He chuckled. He had worn it out. It was red and sore. But it had been worth it. Those slutty sorority bitches had been fantastic…

Suddenly, there was a bang on the door.

Kev raised his eyebrows and looked at his watch. Had he scheduled another date? Oh man, he was not in the mood for another fuck session.

“Go away”, he shouted. “The sex god isn’t in tonight!” He chuckled. Whoever it was, he wanted to make sure she knew what she was missing.

There was a bit of a commotion in the hallway.

Kev thought for a moment. Had he scheduled another orgy? Maybe he should answer the door, just to see what the girls were like. He took another glance at his dick and grimaced. No. There was no way he was going to be able to satisfy a girl tonight, let alone more than one…

He needn’t have worried. The door burst open, and – much to Kev’s surprise – he wasn’t looking at a couple of curvy nymphomaniacs but at seven big, muscular guys.

“Hey guys”, Kev said, recognizing the handsome studs as the local BOC chairmen. He couldn’t hide his surprise.

“You fucking bastard!” one of them growled.

All of them were wearing jeans and t-shirts, three tall, handsome guys in their early twenties with bulging muscles and angry expressions on their faces.

Kev blinked. This was not good.

Before he had a chance to react, the studs jumped him and stripped him naked.

“You think you can fuck our girls and we don’t notice?”

Kev tried to protest, but one of the guys reached under the bed and stuffed a pair of Kev’s boxer briefs into his mouth.

Kev’s muffled screams did nothing to stop the guys’ assault. Two guys grabbed his arms, another two grabbed on leg each, and the last one grabbed his testicles.

Without saying another word, he balled his fist and started punching Kev’s nuts like there was no tomorrow. Punch after punch after punch landed right on target, causing Kev’s body to convulse violently.

The guys had troubled holding him, but they succeeded despite his efforts.

The puncher didn’t skip a beat as he continued with his violent assault. It was a relentless attack. The room was filled with the painful sound of bare knuckles driving into bare flesh and Kev’s muffled screams of agony.

It only took five minutes to transform Kev’s sore but happy sack of balls into a bloated and bruised mess,

The seven guys looked at the result of their handiwork, and they were pleased with what they saw. Judging from the look of Kev’s testicles, their attack was going to prevent him from enjoying his manhood for at least two weeks.

The guys left the room, leaving Kev curled up on the bed, sobbing softly.

“You are done”, one of the guys said before he closed the door. “You leave tomorrow or we’re gonna cut off your dick and feed it to you!”

Kev whimpered. What a mess.

Later that night, Kev was still lying on the bed, cupping his mangled genitals, when the phone rang.  Sobbing, he answered it. “Baby, I’m coming home.”


I hope you liked this story. Feel free to leave your comment and tell me what you liked or didn't like or what adventures you want the twins to experience in the future... :-))

And if you are in the mood for some more stories featuring Kev, here are some of my favourites:

Casting Kev
Summer in the city: At the campus party with Kev
One on one: Phil vs. Kev
One on one: Kev vs. Nate
Role play: The coach disciplines the water polo team
One on one: Zach vs. Kev
Top trumps: Logan, Kev, Parker and Phil

Spit it out (5 parts)
Leo's idea
Dog day afternoon
Simon says yes
The preparations
Spit it out

Take one for the team (3 parts)
Take one for the team
The day after
The penalties

Spring Break Diary (5 parts)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5

Ballbusting Olympics (20 parts):
Behind the scenes: Beckhamania (guest starring David Beckham)
Day 6: Awards and Penalties


Erik said...

sweet... Kev totaly deserved it!
Loved what he did to the red haired guy. He could however get another penalty for shooting again ;)

Alex said...

Thank you Erik! I'm sure Kev would love to deal out another penalty to the redhead - this could become a never-ending story... :-))