Saturday, June 29, 2013

Doggy style

Featured in this story: ErikVince and Alex (click for pictures)

Vince was down on all fours, crouching in front of one of his manhood-destroying inventions, fumbling with some wires and mumbling swearwords. Our 20 year old prep guy was wearing beige shorts and a black t-shirt, and from my position at the desk, I had a perfect view of his ass and the bulging mound of genitalia that was wedged between his thighs.

I must have been staring at Vince’s behind a little too long, because suddenly I heard my young assistant Erik chuckle.

I quickly averted my gaze and looked at my computer screen.

“I didn’t know you’re into geeky dudes”, Erik grinned. He was standing behind me, his hands on his hips.

I blushed and tried to concentrate on whatever it was that I was doing at my computer.

“Wanna see something funny?” Erik said.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him.

“This one’s just for you”, Erik winked at me and walked over to Vince. He was wearing sneakers, and he made sure that Vince didn’t notice him approaching.



I sighed.

Vince was completely oblivious to the danger that he and his precious babymakers were in.

Usually, Vince’s job was to find original ways to bust our models’ balls, and he was very good at that. Before Erik had joined our team, his own nuts had been relatively safe. But Erik had changed the rules. Now, everybody’s nuts were fair game. Well, I had tried to persuade Erik to lay off mine - but I was weary of him and made sure not to leave myself open to an attack.

Now, Erik was standing right behind Vince. He turned to me and grinned, pointing at Vince’s crotch. His nuts clearly outlined and extremely vulnerable, being held in place by the fabric of his shorts. The seam of his shorts parted his sac in the middle, and you could see each individual nut bulging on either side.

I grimaced in anticipation of what was going to happen.

Of course I could have warned Vince. I liked him. But warning him would have serious consequences, namely directing Erik’s nut-crunching wrath on me. And there was no way I’d risk that… Somebody’s nuts were gonna get crunched – better Vince’s than mine…

Erik brought his leg back and focused on his target.

Vince moved a bit, making his nuts shift inside his shorts. It looked as if they were sensing the threat and trying to get out of harm’s way.

Erik’s sneaker-clad foot found Vince’s nuts a second later, driving them into his body and lifting Vince off the ground. A dull thud, the all-too-familiar sound of soft, tender testicles getting flattened into someone’s pelvis, echoed through the room.

Vince let out a surprised yelp. “My testicles”, he gasped disbelievingly.

“Yes”, Erik grinned. “Those were your testicles.”

In an almost exemplary display of testicular destress, Vince went through the four stages of nut pain in slow motion: paralysis, realization, agony, unfolding.

He remained on all fours, his legs and arms slightly quivering. He looked down between his legs, staring at his bulging crotch, a bewildered expression on his face.

“My testicles”, he repeated in a toneless voice.

Erik chuckled.

“Oh no”, Vince whispered. “Oh no! Oh nooooo!”

As the pain gradually grew inside his body, Vince’s whisper turned into a full-blown howl. He threw his head back and screamed from the top of his lungs. Then he collapsed in a tiny little ball on the floor, clutching his crotch, whimpering in pain.

“You kicked my testicles”, he cried, “my poor testicles.”

Erik was laughing his ass off, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I’m sure nothing is wrong”, Erik grinned and knelt next to Vince.

“Get away from me”, Vince shouted and tried to crawl out of the danger zone.

But Erik quickly reached between Vince’s thighs from behind and grabbed a handful of manmeat.

Vince let out an ear-piercing shriek as his babymakers were crunched in Erik’s vise-like grip.

“Everything feels okay”, Erik mused as he moved his hand, painfully twisting Vince’s nuggets and digging his fingertips into the tender flesh of his manhood.

“Let go!” Vince whimpered.

“I just want to make sure that everything is alright”, Erik said with a final, hard squeeze and twist.

Vince’s voice rose an octave before Erik let go and allowed Vince to curl up again, clutching his aching gonads. He whimpered, looking at Erik with a hurt expression in his eyes. He looked like a puppy that didn’t understand why its owner had kicked it.

“Let’s have a look at your nuts”, Erik said and grabbed the waistband of Vince’s shorts. He pulled them down, exposing his cheerfully colored underwear. His boxers looked more suitable for a 10-year-old than for a 20-year old, with little cartoon characters jumping and smiling.

With a sneer, Erik pulled Vince’s boxers down his thighs, making his cock and balls flop wildly.

“Wow”, Erik raised his eyebrows. “That’s quite a package…”

Vince’s dick was nice and fat, with a hefty pair of juicy nuts that hung low in their sac. It was a stud’s equipment on a nerd’s body.

Vince blushed.

“Now, let’s have a look”, Erik said, rubbing his hands.

“No!” Vince cried out and tried to crawl away on all fours, his ample genitalia wiggling with every move.

“Hey, not so fast, little doggie”, Erik laughed and brought his foot up between Vince’s thighs, crunching his naked nuts into his body and making Vince scream from the top of his lungs.

Before he had a chance to curl up again, Erik grabbed Vince’s bare balls and squeezed the two precious orbs between his fingers.

Vince let out a throaty groan that almost sounded like a bark.

With a malicious grin, Erik punched Vince’s sore gonads, making Vince let out a miserable howl.

Finally, he let go of Vince’s goods and allowed him to curl up in the fetal position.

I shook my head and grimaced in sympathy as Vince whimpered and panted. “That was mean”, I said.

Erik shrugged. “I thought it was funny.” He grinned and held out his hands. “Hey, I couldn’t pass up that opportunity…”

“You really hurt my testicles,” Vince croaked, nursing his battered genitalia.

Erik laughed. “I could say I’m sorry but--- well, I’m not…”

Vince groaned.

Erik patted his head and cooed, “Don’t worry, you’ll be okay...” Then he put his hand on my shoulder and grinned, “Guys, it’s so much fun to work with you!”

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