Reunion party

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Brandon, Cal, Chad, Danny, David, Erik, Kev, Leo, Logan, Parker, Phil, Sammy, Simon, the twins, Tristan, Vince and Zach (click for pictures)

The music was playing and everyone was in the mood to party. There was enough beer to supply a midsize German town for a week, and the boys eagerly helped themselves. It had been a while since we had all been together – but it seemed like only yesterday…

Almost everyone had made it – the only one who had left no doubt that he had better things to do than spending the night with us had been spoiled rich boy Xander. And frankly, that was fine by me. We could do without him.

The room was filled with music, laughter and the sound of 20 guys chatting and having fun. We had set up a stage at the end of the room, and my cameraman Chad had installed a couple of cameras to save this night for posterity.

“Want to say a few words?” my assistant Erik asked me. He was 19 years old, a handsome blond whom I had met on my prolonged trip to Europe. He was a nice guy with an undeniable talent for busting balls – the perfect qualification for working with us. “Now would be a good time before everybody is wasted…” He grinned.

“Yeah”, I said and walked up to the stage. I grabbed the microphone and addressed the crowd. “I missed you, guys. It’s so good to see you!”



The crowd cheered and clapped their hands.

“Sure you missed us. There’s nothing like an all-American pair of nuts, huh?” Kev mused, grabbing his crotch, eliciting laughter from the rest of the guys.

I chuckled. “Okay, this is not going to be a big speech. I’m looking forward to working with you again – but tonight it’s not about work. It’s about having fun. Let’s party!”

The guys whooped and cheered as I put the microphone back into the stand.

The guys were standing in groups of three or four.

At the back of the room, Erik was talking to swimmer Cal and his Asian-American friend Brandon. Cal was 22 years old, and Brandon was one year younger. They both had perfect bodies with muscles in all the right places. Even from the distance I could make out Cal’s enormous equipment that was bulging in his jeans. He had a formidable set of nuts and a fat, thick cock to match, and I was looking forward to seeing his junk get trashed soon.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had that thought. I grinned when I saw Erik glance at Cal’s crotch. Then, with a quick motion, Erik’s backhand slapped Cal’s bulge, making the handsome swimmer’s eyes open wide as he let out a guttural groan. He doubled over and clutched his crotch

The conversations stopped as everyone turned their heads to see what happened.

Erik was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He held up his hand and shouted, “Free nut taps for everyone – who’s next?”

The guys laughed and went back to talking to each other.

I chuckled. The rest of the guys probably thought Erik was joking. I knew he wasn’t.

I grabbed a beer and started to mingle.

Cute skater boys Leo, Sammy and Tristan were standing close to each other. Sammy was 18 years old, and Leo and Tristan were one year older. They were wearing typical skater clothes, huge t-shirts and low-hanging camo pants. All three of them were tall and lanky, and the best way to tell them apart was by their hair color. Leo’s hair was curly and black, Tristan was dusty blond, and Sammy was a redhead. When I stood next to them I noticed that Leo had pulled his jeans down his hips so that his genitals were visible. He was holding his cock out of the way so that his nuts were dangling freely between his thighs.

“Oh”, I chuckled. “Am I interrupting something?”

The three skaters laughed.

“Nah”, Leo said, grinning. “I’m just telling Sammy and Tristan about my dad’s tattoo.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“It’s incredible”, Leo shook his head. “Glenn has ‘Balls of steel’ tattooed on his nutsack! Right here!” He pointed at his bare nuts, chuckling.

“You should get one, too”, Tristan grinned.

“I don’t know”, Leo laughed.

Tristan chuckled and balled his fist. With a resounding slap, his knuckled crashed into Leo’s naked nuts, flattening the two precious orbs into his body, making Leo let out an agonized scream.

“On second thought”, Tristan grinned as Leo doubled over in pain, “maybe it would be false advertising…”

Sammy roared with laughter as Leo sank to his knees, grimacing in pain and laughing at the same time.

“Oh, you got me good”, Leo whispered, his hands wrapped around his bare balls.

Tristan and Sammy high-fived and I shook my head, grinning.

“See you later, guys”, I said as I moved to the next group.

The twins Michael and Will were talking to British soccer player Phil and our geek-in-residence, bespectacled Simon. The 20 year old twins looked awesome, tall and handsome, their tight pants and t-shirts showing off their athletic bodies. They both sported short blond hair and blue eyes, making them look like Nordic gods that had descended upon earth to let humans get a glimpse of perfect beauty. Red-haired Phil was 18 years old, wearing casual sports clothes. Apparently he had just finished a training session. Geeky Simon looked way younger than his 23 years. He had dark blond hair and horn-rimmed glasses, looking incredibly adorable in a Superman/Clark Kent sort of way.

They were in the middle of a conversation.

“…to your show on Friday and it was awesome”, Simon said, looking at the twins.

“You are doing a show?” Phil asked.

“Yeah, you should go see it!” Simon was enthusiastic.

Will grinned with pride as his brother seemed a bit uncomfortable.

“Friday was the one with the birthday party, right?” Will said. He adjusted his crotch and grimaced. “Yeah, I remember that one”, he laughed.

Simon nodded and turned to Phil. “There were, like, a dozen guys who joined them onstage and busted their balls”, he licked his lips as he remembered the scene. “It was brutal.”

“Yeah”, Will said. “My nuts are still a bit sore.”

Simon looked down at his crotch and bit his lower lip. “They are?”

Will grinned. “Wanna see them?”

Simon smiled. “Sure, why not.”

“Come on, Mikey, let’s show him the merchandise”, Will smiled at his brother.

Michael rolled his eyes. “Will!”

Will looked at him and shrugged. “What? We show them off every night. Why not give Simon a little VIP view?” He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his junk, wiggling it to Simon’s delight. Will’s balls looked slightly bruised and quite swollen, filling out the entire sac.

“Come on, Mikey”, Will said.

With a sigh, Michael followed his twin brother’s example and put his junk on display.

Simon beamed with glee.

“Wanna touch them?” Will offered.

“Will!” Michael said sternly.

Simon’s eyes opened wide. “Sure!”

Will winked at his brother. “Gotta do it for the fans…”

Michael grimaced and sighed.

Simon looked like a kid in a candy store. The twins stood side by side, their swollen junk hanging out of the fly of their pants. Simon licked his lips and gingerly grabbed the two sacs of spuds at the same time.

“Oooh”, he cooed. “They feel squishy.”

Will grinned. “Yeah, they took quite a beating. But don’t worry, they’re tough little soldiers…”

Michael rolled his eyes.

Simon intensified his grip, causing both Will and Michael to gasp.

“That’s enough for now”, Will said hoarsely.

“Feels great”, Simon grinned. With a wink, he squeezed the twins’ ballbags, causing them both to let out simultaneous moans.

I noticed that Simon’s pants were tenting with his erection as he had his hands full of studly genitalia. He was wearing slacks and presumably no underwear, since the outline of his well-sized dick was displayed nicely through the skimpy fabric.

But Simon’s moment of bliss was short-lived. Suddenly, a fist came up between Simon’s thighs, crunching his nuts with an audible thud and bending his hard cock in what looked like a very uncomfortable position.

Simon let out an ear-piercing shriek and instinctively tightened his grip on the twins’ testicles, squeezing them hard, making Michael and Will join in him an atonal chorus of soprano agony. The three of them went down together, with Simon pulling on their battered sacks.

Behind Simon, Erik emerged from his crouching position, waving his hands in an enthusiastic victory pose as laughter and applause erupted from the bystanders.

“Yes!” Erik shouted cheerfully. “Six nuts with one strike! That’s what I call effective!”

Simon was groaning pain, holding on to the twins’ genitalia as if his life depended on it. The two pairs of meaty gonads bulged between his fingers as his knuckles went white from the force they were applying.

“Let go of my nuts”, Will moaned, trying to pry Simon’s hands away from his babymakers.

Michael had his eyes closed, his face a mask of pain, as he screamed from the top of his lungs.

Phil looked down at the pitiful threesome and sighed. He had acted as a referee in a couple of ballbusting games, and he knew what to do. “Simon, let go”, he said and lifted his sneaker-clad foot. He brought it crashing down on Simon’s crotch, stomping Simon’s poor, aching testicles into the floor.

Simon’s eyes bulged and he looked up at Phil in disbelief before breaking out in an agonized wail that brought a new round of applause and laughter from the guys who were watching. He let go of the twins’ testicles immediately, since his hands had more pressing matters to attend to. They found his crotch and cradled his nuts as Simon curled up in a ball, moaning in pain.

Phil grinned and rubbed his hands. “You’re welcome”, he said to the twins who were in no position to appreciate his generous courtesy as they were busy holding their nuts and curling up in little balls themselves.

I looked at Erik who seemed to be looking for a new target.

“Who’s next?” he asked cheerfully.

I watched with amusement as the crowd dissolved, trying to get as far away from Erik as possible.

Erik smiled at me and his eyes wandered down my body until they came to rest at my groin.

Hastily, I shielded my crotch with my hands, excused myself and walked to the other end of the room.

I found myself standing next to David and Parker. Parker was a good friend of the twins’ and an athlete himself. The 21 year old boy was wearing bright green pants and a tight shirt that sported black, white and red stripes. The color of the red stripes matched the color of his hair which was dyed in a very intense and unnatural color. He was leaning against the wall, talking to David who looked annoyed.

“Long time no see”, Parker said softly, smiling seductively at David.

The 19 year old ballet dancer didn’t react. He was Danny’s brother, a respected artist and a reckless asshole with an ego as big as the Burj Khalifa. As usual, his clothes were as black as his hair. Black leather shoes, tight black pants, and a black shirt.

Apparently, he tried to ignore Parker – which was not easy since the red-haired boy was practically snuggling up to him.

“There’s some unfinished business between us”, Parker grinned. “The last time we met, I showered you in jizz, and I thought you might want to return the favor.”

David had a disgusted expression on his face and took a step back.

“You know”, Parker continued, “the offer still stands: We fight for a blowjob. The loser blows the winner.” Parker adjusted his crotch and winked at David. “What do you say?”

David stared at him. “Fucking faggot”, he said.

Parker laughed. “That’s the right attitude, my friend. Nothing like a bit of anger to spice up the sex.”

“In your dreams”, David said and turned away.

“Hey David”, I said.

“Great”, David mumbled. “Now I’m sandwiched between two fags.”

I cleared my throat and thought of something nice to say. “Glad you could make it”, I smiled weakly.

David rolled his eyes and looked at his watch. “I’m on my way to another party. Danny dragged me here.” The way he pronounced his brother’s name made it obvious that he had nothing but contempt for him.

“Well”, I said. “Glad you could make it anyway.”

There was an awkward pause and I saw that Parker was trying to make a move again. To avert an escalation, I quickly said. “That other party – you are looking forward to it?” I knew it was a dumb question the second it had left my mouth.

David knew it, too. He smirked at me. “Yes, I do, actually”, he said with blatant scorn. “There are two girls I’m gonna meet.” He glanced at Parker. “Two actual girls, not girly boys.”

Parker chuckled. “You think they can give you something I can’t?”

David scoffed. “Yeah, a big pair of tits, and a nice, wet cunt, each.”

Parker chuckled.

I eyed him nervously. I sure didn’t want David to ruin this party, I knew what he was capable of when he exploded – and Parker was dangerously close to lighting his fuse.  “I see”, said quickly, “so you have made some friends?”

Both Parker and David stared at me.

“What a dumb thing to say”, David said slowly.

“I gotta agree”, Parker chuckled.

“Sorry”, I said, blushing. “I didn’t mean it like that. I know that you have friends, I just wanted to---“

I was interrupted by a quick, hard kick to my groin. David’s foot collided with my testicles, ramming them into my body and making me wish I hadn’t eaten bratwurst and sauerkraut a couple of hours ago. My stomach turned and my vision blurred. David had scored a direct hit, right on target. I groaned and grabbed my aching gonads, doubling over in pain.

Parker laughed. “That was brilliant…”

“I don’t need your encouragement, you know”, David said sharply.

“Oh, come on”, Parker said. “I know you like me. And I know I like you…”

David said nothing.

“Have a nice night”, I said in a strained voice and wobbled away, clutching my crotch, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

I almost bumped my head into someone’s ass.

“Hey Alex!” I heard a cheerful voice. “Good to see you!”

I straightened and rubbed my groin, grimacing in pain. “Kev. Hi there.”

“Oooh, what happened to you?” Kev said, grinning.

I cleared my throat. “Nothing. Just David.”

Kev laughed and patted my back. He was 20 years old with brown hair and brown eyes, a real jock with an indestructible sense of humor and a prankster attitude. His friend Ben was standing next to him.

The third guy in the group was Zach. Like Kev and Ben, he was 20 years old. He had blue eyes and short blond hair – and from my doubled-up position I had a great view at his crotch that was bulging with arguably the most gigantic set of genitals in the room. From up close, it looked like Zach’s massive genitalia was threatening to burst through his pants. Zach’s almost ridiculously huge schlong and his fat, extralarge eggs were a constant source of amusement among the other guys: His equipment was as weak and pain-sensitive as it was big.

Zach had his arm on Logan’s shoulder. Logan was two years younger than Zach, and he looked a lot like him. He was a hot, young high-school wrestler with blond hair and blue eyes. He wasn’t as well-endowed as Zach, but he sure didn’t have reason to hide his assets.

It looked like Zach and Logan were engaged in an intense conversation. I looked at Kev who chuckled and explained, “Zach is telling Logan about the facts of life. You know, how to deal with pain when you’re struck in the nuts and so on…”

I must have looked surprised, because Kev laughed and added, “Yeah, I know. He’s totally the first person that comes to mind when I’m thinking about a tough set of nuts…”

Kev, Ben and I shared a laugh that made Zach and Logan shot us quizzical looks.

By now, the pain had subsided and I managed to straighten up.

“I hear you’re teaching Logan”, I smiled at Zach.

Zach grinned. “Yeah, he’s a great guy”, he playfully rubbed Logan’s head.

Logan laughed and nudged Zach’s shoulder.

“Don’t mess with me, kid”, Zach grinned and threw a punch into Logan’s groin, knocking the wind out of Logan’s lungs.

Logan grabbed his junk and tried to shake off the pain, grimacing. “Fuck, that was a good one.”

Zach’s laughter was cut short when Logan retaliated with a well-placed punch of his own that jolted Zach’s ample package of plums.

Zach let out a girlish shriek and doubled over, his face paling and his eyes bulging. He let out a dry cough and sank to his knees.

“That’s what happens to weak balls like yours”, Ben mused. He was instantly shut up when Zach launched a nut-shattering uppercut into his groin, lifting Ben’s body off the ground.

Kev was the only one left standing upright, laughing his ass off – but not for long. Ben sent back his elbow, catching Kev square in the balls and eliciting an agonized howl.

Soon, the four studs were rolling around on the floor, trying to get a good grip on each other’s genitalia, landing punches and hammer strikes, trying to stomp their buddies’ balls and kicking them. The sound of bulges getting smashed and nuts getting crunched mixed with the groans and screams of the four studs.

Fearing for the safety of my own recently-battered sack of balls, I left them as the rest of the party closed around them, cheering them on and joking about their pain.

My cameraman Chad was standing near the stage, talking to our prep guy Vince and David’s older brother Danny.

Danny was an aspiring actor whose career had stalled after some stellar performances in quality movies like “Bikini Babe Detective Squad 3-DD” and “God is undead – Friedrich Nietzsche vs. Godzilla”. He was 21 years old, with strawberry-blond hair and green eyes.

Vicne was our technician and prep guy, a cute 20 year old who desperately tried to look his age by growing a pathetic excuse for a beard. Ironically, this had the opposite effect, making him look even younger. He was our first choice when it came to nu-crunching inventions. If you wanted a manhood-mangling machine, Vince was the guy to ask.

My cameraman Chad was 30 years old, with brown hair and desperately in need of a fresh shave. It didn’t look like he enjoyed the party, looking absent and leaning with his back against the wall.

“Chad”, I said. “What’s up?”

Chad groaned. “I had a therapy session today”, he mumbled.

I raised my eyebrows. “I didn’t know you see a shrink…”

Chad grimaced. “Not that kind of therapy…” He gingerly adjusted his crotch and winced at the touch.

I looked at Vince who shrugged.

“It’s a pressure point thing”, Chad explained with a miserable expression on his face. He looked across the room.

I turned my head and saw Sammy waving cheerfully.

Chad waved back at him and groaned. “It’s supposed to make my sperm count go up…”

I looked at him incredulously. “How---“

“Don’t ask”, Chad grunted.

“Does it work?” I asked.

Chad sighed. “There are a couple of sessions left. Usually the swelling goes down within a few days, but… well...”

I looked at his crotch.

Chad’s eyes widened. “Don’t even think about coming near my nuts right now! It’s bad enough that Erik seems to think my nuts are there for his amusement.”

I chuckled when I thought about my new assistant’s favorite pasttime.

“It’s no laughing matter”, Vince said emphatically. “You gotta do something about it. That guy is just crazy…”

I smiled. “He’s new. He’ll calm down…”

Both Vince and Chad let out a bitter laugh.

Danny cleared his throat and looked at his watch. “It’s time to start the entertainment, don’t you think?”

Chad groaned. “Okay, let me get the steadycam.”

Danny walked up to the stage as Chad walked – slightly bow-legged – across the room to get his camera.

“Hey guys”, Danny said, the microphone in his hand. “We’ve prepared a little show for you.”

The crowd cheered and clapped.

Danny pointed at three chairs that were placed in the middle of the stage. Some kind of contraption was sitting on each of them.

“We have something special for you tonight”, Danny announced. “Welcome to a special edition of ‘The tube’!”

The crowd went wild with cheers and applaus.

“Now we need three volunteers”, Danny continued. “Three fearless young men who are willing to put their balls on the line for our entertainment…”

While the guys in the room erupted in a heated debate, pointing at each other and laughing, I turned to Vince. “What is this? Did you build it?”

Vince shook his head. “Nah. We got it from some guy who invented it. I think heis name’s Travis. He came by and showed it to us.” Vince grinned. “He brought his roommate who provided the material for the demonstration…”

“I see”, I grinned.

“It’s a pretty neat invention”, Vince explained. “The contestant places his testicles at the bottom of the tube. At the top, you insert a heavy ball that crashes down on the contestant’s goods.”

“Ouch”, I grimaced.

Vince grinned and nodded. “But there are four dowels in the tube that could stop the ball from emasculating the contestant. Three of those are fake ones that break easily. One is the real thing. It’ll stop the ball and the testicles are safe. The game goes like this: Each contestant gets asked four questions. If an answer is wrong, one of the dowels is removed.”

I nodded. “So even if only one answer is wrong, the poor sap might pull the wrong dowel and his nuts are crushed anyway.”

“Yup, that’s it”, Vince said.  “Originally it works with three questions, so that one dowel is left in place, but you don’t know if it’s a good one or a bad one. But we changed it for tonight.”

By now, two of the seats onstage were occupied by Will and Zach.

Both of them had stripped off their pants, sitting on the chairs with their legs spread wide.

Will’s balls were bulging at the bottom of the tube as Danny inserted the four dowels into the designated slots.

“That’s a bad idea”, Will’s brother Michael shouted. “Come back here…”

The crowd booed and Michael pouted, mumbling something.

“Don’t worry”, Will yelled. Obviously, he had had a couple of beers.

Next to him, Zach struggled to stuff his huge gonads into the opening at the bottom of the tube. I wondered why he had volunteered. On the other hand, he was very proud of his enormous assets, and he didn’t miss an opportunity to show them off. Finally, he succeeded.

I chuckled. While Will’s balls were sitting neatly side by side (and they weren’t exactly small, either!), Zach’s gigantic gonads were crammed diagonally, almost on top of each other. They were pressed against the transparent tube, looking like a pair of canned flesh-colored hen’s eggs.

A couple of guys laughed and pointed at Zach’s gargantuan plums. Zach himself didn’t seem to mind. He had a stupid grin on his face. Apparently he thought the others were jealous of his endowment.

“Hey, we need another volunteer”, Danny shouted.

The room fell silent. Nobody wanted to step forward.

In the back of the room, we heard voices and turned our heads.

David was talking on his cell phone. Obviously, the black-haired ballet dancer was talking to a girl.

“Oh yeah, babe, that’s right”, he said in a voice that was oozing with sex. “I’m gonna be with you in an hour. I’m at some stupid party right now.” He waited, then laughed. “No, no girls here, don’t worry. Just some gay guys.” He laughed again. “You know that my ass belongs to you, babe…”

“David!” Will shouted from his seat on the stage.

David looked annoyed. “What?!” he barked. “No, not you, babe”, he said into the phone.

“You are our third volunteer”, Will grinned.

David rolled his eyes. “I gotta go, babe”, he told the girl on the other end of the line. “See you in an hour. I’m gonna fuck you senseless.” He laughed. “Sure, her too!” He put the phone in his pocket. “Are you crazy?” he said calmy, addressing the crowd.

“Come on”, Kev shouted.

David shook his head. “No way.”

“Coward!” Ben yelled, and the room started making chicken noises.

“No way!” David insisted.

Soon, the room was chanting his name over and over.

David rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Are you too afraid you might lose?” Will shouted.

The crowd changed their chant into “Loser! Loser!” as David gritted his teeth.

“Fuck you”, he grunted eventually and stormed onstage to the applause and cheers of the crowd.

He took the last seat, pushed his pants down to his ankles and placed his nuts at the bottom of the tube. “Fuckers”, he mumbled.

His brother Danny had a huge grin on his face as he inserted the dowels into David’s tube.

“Great!” Danny said into the microphone. “Now there are four questions for each of you.”

I turned to Vince. “That Travis guy”, I said, “what does he do now?”

“You’re not trying to replace me, are you?” Vince said suspiciously.

“Oh no”, I said quickly. “No, of course not.”

“Because I love my work”, Vince said. “And, you know, I---“

“Don’t worry”, I said, smiling. “I’m not gonna replace you. I’m just curious. Maybe the two of you could work together on something, you know?”

Vince thought for a moment. “I think Travis has started his own web site. As far as I know ‘The tube’ is selling like hot cakes. He provides frats and parties and stuff.” He pointed at the stage. “We bought three of those. It’s a great party game…”

“That was the last question. Okay, now let’s see where we stand”, Danny said. He walked up to Will and said, “Two out of four. Not bad. Now which dowels do you want me to pull?”

Will grimaced. “Take the first one and the third one.”

Danny pulled them out, leaving two dowels in the tube. “Good luck”, Danny grinned to the laughter and cheers of the crowd.

Then Danny turned to Zach. “Well”, he grinned. “This one’s easy… Every answer you gave was wrong. Sorry, bro, looks like your manhood’s doomed…”

Zach watched, grimacing, as Danny pulled every one of the four dowels out of the tube, leaving his huge balls entirely unprotected.

“Fuck”, Zach mumbled as the crowd went wild.

Danny turned to his brother who smirked back at him. “And you”, Danny said, “got all of them right.”

David shot him an arrogant look and pointed his thumbs at his chest. “Do I look like a loser? You won’t see these nuts get cracked tonight!” He laughed as the crowd booed.

“Damn”, I mumbled.

Vince looked at me.

I shrugged. “I would have loved to see that guy get knocked down a notch… Well, maybe some other day…”

Vince just smiled and shrugged.

“And now it’s time for the grand final”, Danny announced. “Who wants to do the honors for Will?”

“I’ll do it”, Will’s twin brother raised his hand.

The crowd cheered as Michael entered the stage.

Danny put the microphone on the ground and grabbed a metal ball that looked like a small bowling ball. It seemed to be quite heavy. Danny needed both of his hands to hold it, and Michael seemed to be so surprised by the weight of it that he almost let it drop to the ground.

“Oooh”, Michael grinned. “That’s one heavy ball… Now let’s see if you’ll be able to make me an uncle…”

The crowd went wild with cheers and applause.

Will eyed the heavy ball suspiciously as Michael lifted the ball to the top of the tube, groaning at its weight.

Beads of sweat were forming on Will’s forehead as he imagined the damage that thing could do to his sensitive testicles. Only two dowels were protecting his nuts from the impact.

“Keep your fingers crossed that you didn’t pull out the good one”, Michael grinned.

Will opened his mouth to say something.

Michael let the ball drop.

It went down the tube, cracking the first dowel without effort. As the second dowel broke, Will let out a desperate scream.

Then the ball collided with his bare nuts. It smashed down on Will’s tender organs with a sickening thud, visibly flattening both of his nuts and making Will’s scream rise an octave.

The crowd went wild with cheers.

Will’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. He raised his arms in a helpless gesture as the heavy ball was resting on his poor nuts, squishing them beneath it.

Zach and David watched him, David with a spiteful grin, Zach with a horrified expression on his face.

“Get it off!” Will shrieked.

Danny and Michael took their time lifting the tube off of Will’s nuts.

The ball dropped to the floor with a dull thud as Will curled up on the floor, clutching his nuts.

“Now it’s Zach’s turn”, Danny said cheerfully. “This one might be a little less suspenseful… Alright, who’s gonna drop the ball?”

Logan jumped at the chance to eliminate his mentor’s chances at having children. He ran onstage and lifted the ball off the ground.

Zach looked mortified.

No dowels in his tube meant that there was nothing to stop the ball in its devastating course.

Zach looked down at his crotch, eyeing his gigantic nuts with a pitifully expression. The two hefty meatballs were wedged inside the tube, the left one on top of the right one. He was probably wondering which one had it worse.

Logan held the ball above the opening of the tube. “Say goodbye to your balls”, he said with a grin as he let go of the ball, sending it down the tube right at Zach’s most prized possessions.

With no dowels to obstruct its course, the ball easily found its targets. It crashed down on the left nut with a squishy noise, driving it deep into Zach’s right testicle, sending jolts of pain through Zach’s body.

Zach screamed from the top of his lungs.

The visual was bizarre. It looked as if the upper nut was bulging at its seams, close to bursting. A second later, the right nut flattened, too, making Zach sing a new variation of his testicle’s swan song.

Everyone watched in amazement as the metal ball was crushing Zach’s tender testicles, before the crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

Zach’s eyes were clenched shut as he wailed in agony.

Logan and Danny had trouble freeing his nuts since Zach’s huge globes were blocking the mechanism. Finally, with combined effort, they managed to pull the tube up.

The metal ball rolled to the side, flattening Zach’s right nut like a rolling pin before dropping to the ground.

With a malicious grin, Logan pressed his thumb into Zach’s tender nutmeat, making Zach shriek like a little girl, before he joined Will on the floor, curled up and whimpering in pain.

David grinned as Danny walked over to him.

“You would have loved to crush my nuts with that, huh?” he sneered. “You would have loved to ruin my fuck-date tonight, huh?”

Danny shrugged.

“Well, bad luck, brother”, David grinned. “Go on, drop the ball.”

He looked down at his crotch with utter confidence. His balls – smaller than Will’s and way smaller than Zach’s, but still above average size – were resting at the bottom of the tube, with the full set of dowels above them.

Danny lifted the ball above the opening of the tube.

David grinned and spread his legs wider, taunting his audience. “Fucking losers!” he yelled, eliciting a round of boos from the crowd. “You thought you could trick me into giving up my balls, huh?” He threw his head back and laughed. “Fucking losers!” he repeated, even louder this time. “While you are here, touching each other’s nuts and doing whatever it is you faggots do at a party, I’m going to fuck a pair of beautiful girls at a real party!”

Apparently the thought of his plans aroused David considerably. His cock started swelling and rising behind the tube. Within seconds, his cock was fully hard, its tip glistening with a tiny bead of precum that slowly oozed down his shaft.

I couldn’t help but think how bizarre he looked, a young, extremely handsome man, sitting on a chair, naked from the waist down, his legs spread wide, his cock pointing at the ceiling, his balls subtly contracting, as he got off on his own evilness.

“I’m gonna fuck their brains out, motherfuckers!” he continued. “God, I’ll be thinking of you when I plant my seed deep inside them!”

Danny let the ball drop.

I crashed through the first dowel.

David laughed.

The second dowel broke with a loud crunch.

I heard Vince say, “I told you, we changed the game for tonight.”

The heavy ball burst through the third dowel with undiminished force.

David’s smile weakened.

When the crack of the last dowel echoed through the room, David’s eyes widened and he made a vain effort to jump out of his chair. But it was too late. The heavy metal ball crashed into David’s meaty nuggets, crunching them flat with a nauseating thunk.

David let out a shrill shriek that didn’t fit at all with his arrogant and derisive demeanor.

The guys in the room went wild, cheering and laughing at poor David’s predicament, pointing at his crotch and laughing their asses off.

Suddenly, David’s cock started twitching violently. It looked as if the sudden impact on his nuts forced all the spunk out of his well-filled sperm-containers. A huge spurt of jizz shot up into the air, raining down and splattering down on David who was screaming from the top of his lungs. His cock was like a fountain, sending jet after jet of cream up into the air. A couple of spurts came straight back at David, splashing onto his face and into his wide-open mouth.

The metal ball was resting right between David’s pulsating nuts, crunching both of them against the hard surface of the tube.

It was an incredible spectacle, everyone watched and cheered, and I found myself frantically clapping my hands and yelling obscenities along with everyone else in the room.

Danny had a satisfied grin on his face as he watched his brother get humiliated.

When his dick stopped spurting, David’s face was covered in his own jizz.

“Fuck you!” he shrieked. “Cheaters!”

Danny grinned and freed his brother, making sure to push down on the metal ball before lifting it up, pressing one last pathetic jet of cum out of his brother’s spent cock.

David was crying from the pain and the humiliation. I had never seen him this angry as he hobbled through the room, pulling his pants up, stumbling, wailing in pain and frustration.

His face was beet red and sticky with his jizz, and his black shirt had stains all over it.

“You better change before you go to that party”, Ben joked. “That is, if you’re still in the mood for it…”

The room erupted with laughter, as David stormed by him.

Parker was leaning against the wall. His green pants had a wet stain in the crotch. Apparently he had thoroughly enjoyed David’s show…

“That was fun, huh?” Parker grinned, fondling his waning erection through his pants. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did…”

David didn’t even look at him as he rushed out the room and slammed the door.

We heard him scream in anger in the stairway, eliciting another round of cheerful laughter inside the room.

The rest of the party was a blast.

Of course we managed to kick a load out of Zach’s balls with just a couple of well-placed kicks. And of course Erik got each and every one of us with a hard, well-executed nutshot. The twins showed off their gymnastic skills and let each of us have a turn at busting their balls while doing a handstand, and Phil teamed up with Danny to show us how to play soccer with someone’s balls. Kev, Cal, Brandon and Ben offered their nuts up at the pool table, each of them putting their bits in the corner pockets and allowing us to blast some balls into their nuts. Parker demonstrated his unique fellatio-skills by blowing Simon’s cock while punching his balls at the same time. Leo and Tristan talked Vince and Logan into playing Roshambo with them (Logan won by a landslide, leaving the skaters and Vince crying on the ground and bemoaning the loss of their manhood), and Chad got another impromptu therapy session from Sammy, who punched an incredible three loads out of Chad’s already swollen and tender testicles.

That night, I went to bed with a heartwarming feeling of being home again. My nuts were sore and spent, and my mouth tasted foul from swallowing my own jizz (that’s another story), but I knew that this was the place where I belonged.