Ballsy brothers

Thanks to anikin for the idea that inspired this story.

Previous parts:
Balls for all
Dawn of the dad

Featured in this story: the twins (click for pictures)

A couple of days ago, we had met the twins’ father, Lester, a wiry and athletic man in his mid-forties. I had talked to Michael and Will about the idea of a couple of father/son teams to compete against each other in a ballbusting contest. Will had been enthusiastic while his brother Michael didn’t seem to like the idea very much. In the end, they had agreed to take part in our little competition, though, and Will had promised to ask his father if he’d be willing to put his balls on the line for the sake of silly entertainment.

“So what did he say?” I asked.

Will was sitting on the couch, wearing casual shorts and a sleeveless shirt. It was a warm day and he wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran his hand through his blond hair. “He’s gonna do it”, Will grinned. “I was very persuasive…”

His brother Michael rolled his eyes. He was sitting opposite Will, wearing similar shorts and a t-shirt. “You talked him into it”, he mumbled.

Will raised his eyebrows. “I told him everything he needs to know”, he said. “And he was instantly hooked.”

I nodded. “Great.”

“Well”, Michael said. “Maybe he didn’t fully grasp what he was getting himself into. I mean, he’s not exactly used to getting his nuts cracked…”



Will grinned. “Well, from what I know he has a pair of tough little soldiers…”

Michael groaned. “Oh, come on!”

His brother chuckled. “Who do you think did we inherit those from?” He grabbed his crotch and winked at his brother.

Michael looked at me, a deeply annoyed expression on his face.

“Okay”, I said. “Let me call your dad and see if he really wants to do this.”

On the phone, it seemed to me like Lester knew perfectly well what he was getting into. We talked for more than ten minutes, and in the end he told me he wanted to show me something.

Less than half an hour later, he arrived at the studio.

“Hi dad”, Michael mumbled.

“Hi dad”, Will said decidedly more enthusiastic. He hugged his dad and pretended to hit him in the crotch.

Lester winced and covered his crotch.

Will laughed. “Better cover your goods, dad. You’re in the war zone, now…”

Lester chuckled. He looked great, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His hair was as blond as his sons, and he certainly didn’t look his age. With a 29 year old son he had to be closer to fifty than to forty. “Don’t worry about me…”

With an evil grin, Lester slapped the prominent bulge in Will’s shorts with the back of his hand.

Will grunted and doubled over.

“Worry about your own nutsack”, Lester laughed.

Will coughed. “Good one, dad”, he said in a strained voice. “You got me dead-on.” He looked at Michael. “See? The old man knows how to play dirty…”

Michael rolled his eyes and looked away.

“Who did you called old, young man?” Lester asked, playfully punching Will’s shoulder.

“Ow!” Will laughed and rubbed his shoulder.

Lester immediately seized his chance and kicked Will’s balls hard.

Will’s eyes crossed and his cheeks puffed in a comical grimace. He let out a long, wheezing groan.

Michael couldn’t help but smile as his brother slowly sank to his knees and doubled over, grabbing his crotch.

Lester laughed. “You are right though, the old man sure knows how to play dirty…” He winked at me.

I chuckled.

He reached into his pocket and produced a black USB flash drive. “Wanna watch some movies?” he grinned. “I searched the family archive and I found some pretty interesting stuff…”

Michael sighed. “Home movies? Come on, dad…”

Will got up, groaned and sat down on the couch.

Lester looked at me and explained, “You know my older son Jimmy.”

I nodded. “The soccer player.”

“Exactly”, Lester smiled proudly. “Michael and William always looked up to him. He’s seven years older, so naturally he was stronger than them. But these two---“ He playfully ruffled his sons’ hair. “---found his weak spot as soon as Jimmy had finished puberty…” He chuckled.

“Oh yeah”, Will grinned. “We really gave him a hard time, remember, Mikey?”

Michael smiled. “We sure did…”

Will laughed. “Remember when we blindfolded him and smacked his junk with our drum sticks?”

Michael chuckled. “He didn’t know what hit him… He thought we were going to play hide and seek…”

“…until we bashed his babymakers to the sound of some ‘N Sync song”, Will laughed.

Michael grinned. “The music was awful but the beat was great…”

“We got a couple of good shots in before he got away”, Will said.

“And he kicked our asses afterwards”, Michael chimed in.

“He always did”, Will laughed. “But that didn’t stop us!”

“Nah”, Michael grinned. “We just learned to be more careful. We tied his hands to the bed, remember?”

“And his feet, too”, Will nodded.

“And we switched from drum sticks to baseball bats”, Michael chuckled.

“We had a great time in Junior League”, Will winked at his brother.

Michael shrugged. “I hated it. And you were a far better player than me…”

Will smiled. “Nah, I wasn’t that good...”

Michael laughed. “Ask Jimmy. You knocked his balls out of the park a couple of times…”

Will chuckled. “Maybe you are right.”

“The training sessions with Jimmy were the best thing about Junior League!” Michael said, a huge grin on his face.

“Well, I guess Jimmy didn’t particularly like them”, Will said.

Michael smiled at his brother. “We didn’t care about that…”

Will chuckled. “No, we didn’t.”

Michael sighed. “Remember when we found out Jimmy had a girlfriend?”

“Oh! That nasty slut?” Will shuddered. “Ugh.”

“I’m sure she gave him what he wanted”, Michael grinned.

“Well, maybe she wanted to”, Will said. “But we didn’t let her…”

Michael shook his head slowly. “We didn’t want her to take him away from us.”

“He was spending way too much time with her!” Will added.

“We just had to find a way to stop him from going out, right?” Michael smiled.

Will chuckled. “Right.”

The twin brothers seemed to be in a world of their own. It was great to see the two of them sharing a great time reminiscing about the past.

Now, Will turned to me. “What do you think we did?”

I smiled and shrugged. “Tell me.”

“Well”, Michael grinned. “There was a certain area on his body that was necessary for him to enjoy spending time with his girlfriend.”

Will chuckled. “Nobody enjoys a date with a pair of busted balls…”

Michael laughed. “So we made sure to crack his nuts as thoroughly as we could each night he had a date…”

Will sighed. “He was so mad at us…”

Michael chuckled. “Sure he was! But he always cancelled the date and stayed at home.”

“Mission accomplished”, Will grinned.

“And eventually the girl dumped him”, Michael said.

“Sure she did!” Will grinned. “I mean, she expected to get a horny, hot stud loaded with jizz and ready to fuck her senseless. And what did she get?”

Michael shrugged. “A horny, hot stud with two balls the size and color of tomatoes…”

The brothers shared a laugh.

“That was so much fun”, Will sighed.

“Yes, it was”, Michael nodded. “Too bad he had to leave for England…”

Will shrugged. “Well, we gave him a proper send-off, right?”

“Oooh”, Michael cringed when he remembered. “That party, right…”

Will grinned. “We sure gave him something to remember us by…”

“Yeah”, Michael chuckled. “A pair of sore and swollen nuts.”

Will turned to me, grinning. “We invited his team mates.”

“Oh, there was a lot of frustration”, Michael smiled. “They were all so jealous.”

“And when they found him tied to a soccer goal, his legs spread wide, wearing just a pair of Union Jack underwear – well, they just couldn’t help themselves”, Will explained with an innocent smile.

“Oh, I remember that one”, Lester spoke up. He handed me the flash drive and winked at me. “Why don’t we have a look…”

I connected the flash drive to the computer.

“The file is called partyballs”, Lester said.

I clicked on the link and a video opened.

Apparently, the party was in full swing. There was a lot of laughter and chatter. Apparently, the video had been filmed in the summer. Many of the guys were shirtless or wearing sleeveless shirts. People were in the pool, floating on air mattresses and drinking beer and cocktails.

The cameraman walked towards a gathering of young men who were clapping and cheering. Michael and Will were among them, looking young and maybe a little bit drunk. They were wearing swimming trunks.

Their brother Jimmy who seemed to be in his early twenties was tied to a soccer goal just like Will had said. He had a sheepish grin on his face. His bulging briefs sported the Union Jack motif – but it looked more like a target to me.

I looked at Lester and the twins who laughed heartily at the image on the screen.

“Look at his face”, Michael giggled.

“He knows that his nuts are gonna be paste”, Will chimed in.

On the screen, a tall blond guy stepped between Jimmy’s spread legs, gave a thumbs-up to the camera and grinned, “Let’s kick some balls…”

The crowd cheered and whooped.

The blond took a couple of steps back and smiled at Jimmy who looked mortified.

Lester and the twins laughed.

“He looks like he’s gonna throw up”, Will chuckled.

Michael grinned. “I guess his unborn children are flashing before his eyes…”

Their father looked at the screen. “Shhh! Or you’ll miss it!”

With a running start, the blond guy kicked Jimmy’s nuts as hard as he could. The camera focused on the well-filled Union Jack pouch between Jimmy’s legs, and the visual was quite remarkable: The shape of Jimmy’s big testicles changed from round to flat as the blond guy’s naked foot connected with them.

Jimmy’s eyes bulged and he struggled against his restraints, letting out a miserable moan.

The guys on the screen cringed and covered their own crotches in sympathy, and the twins and their father echoed their reaction.

“Ouch”, Lester chuckled.

“Nice kick”, Will commented.

“Duh”, Michael rolled his eyes, “he is a soccer player, you know. He kicks balls for a living.”

On the screen, the crowd cheered and applauded, some of the guys patting the blond guy’s back, complimenting him for a job well done.

“Yeah, well, this one’s just for fun”, Will grinned.

“Oh no, there’s the next one”, Lester pointed at the screen.

Four more experienced soccer players punted Jimmy’s balls, making him express himself in an increasingly high-pitched and anguished voice.

His brothers and his father watched the clip with unabashed glee, making fun of Jimmy’s pain, his facial expressions, the size and shape of his testicles, and the likely effects on his sex life.

The clip ended with a close-up of Jimmy, looking into the camera, his face contorted and his eyes glassy.

“How do you like your farewell party?” the unseen cameraman asked.

Jimmy groaned. “Thank you”, he croaked. “Now could you please untie me?”

The cameraman laughed and turned the camera off.

I looked at Lester and his sons. They were having the time of their lives.

“That was pretty awesome”, Will grinned. “I haven’t seen those clips for ages…”

“We should send them to Jimmy”, Michael suggested, a wicked smile on his face. “I’m sure he’d love to have something to remember that night by…”

Will laughed. “Well, he’ll always have the lowered sperm count…”

Michael and Lester chuckled.

I turned to Michael and raised my eyebrows. “As far as I can see your father is definitely up for our little contest.”

Michael shrugged. “I guess you are right.”

I turned to Lester and extended my hand. “So it’s a deal?”

Lester grinned. “It’s a deal”, he said and we shook hands.