Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Dawn of the dad

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

After meeting the twins‘ father a couple of days ago, I tried to come up with a good idea on how to utilize him for one of our clips. When I talked to my assistant Erik about it, he was instantly hooked.

“Oh, a naughty dad fantasy”, he grinned. “That’s hot.”

I shook my head. “You make it sound as if the twins’ dad is some ugly old perv…”

Erik shrugged. “Well, he is old…”

“He is in his mid-forties”, I said. “Wait till you see him, he’s hot!”

“Frankly, I prefer a MILF over a DILF”, Erik said.

I rolled my eyes.

“Anyway”, he said. “it’s hot.” He thought for a moment. “Why don’t you inviting a couple of father/son teams to compete against each other?”

I let out a laugh. “Well, how many dads do you know who’d team up with their sons to bust some balls – let alone get theirs busted?!”



Erik shrugged. “I heard Leo’s dad is pretty cool. Did you know he has ‘Balls of steel’ tattooed on his nutsack?”

I grinned. “Yeah, I heard about it…”

Erik reached for the telephone. “Let me make a couple of calls, maybe I can procure another cool dad…”

An hour later he turned to me and sighed. “Frankly, it’s harder than I thought”, he said. “Most of the guys don’t want their dads involved.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, well, what did you expect?”

“But”, Erik poked me shoulder with his finger, smiling triumphantly, “we have an appointment with Logan’s dad in---“ He looked at his watch. “Half an hour.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Wow. Good work!”

Erik grinned proudly. “Thanks!”

“So what are we gonna do with him?” I asked.

Erik looked at me. “What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s not coming over just so that we can have a look at him, right?” I said. “What have you told him?”

“I didn’t talk to him directly”, Erik said. “I talked to Logan and he thinks his dad is up for it.”

“Okay”, I said. “So the two of them are coming over?”

Erik nodded. “Yeah. What do you usually do with new guys?”

“Usually we have a little casting session. You know, trade a couple of kicks, a couple of punches”, I explained. “Make the guy strip down, get a look at his junk.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s do that”, Erik said. “It’s gonna be fun.”

Thirty minutes later, Logan entered the studio with a handsome guy who had to be in his late thirties even though he looked considerably younger. If I hadn’t known better I’d have guessed they were brothers.

18 year old Logan was an attractive blond with blue eyes and a muscular body. He was a high school wrestler, and it was obvious that he worked out on a regular basis – and apparently his father did, too.

Just like Logan, he was wearing chino shorts and a t-shirt and I couldn’t help but admire his strong legs and his muscular arms. His hair was a bit darker than his son’s, cut fashionably short. He had a friendly face and bright eyes, but what instantly caught my eye was the big bulge in his crotch.

“Hi there”, Logan greeted us. “That’s my dad.”

“Bradley”, Logan’s father smiled as we shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, Bradley”, I said. “Did Logan tell you why you are here?”

“Well”, Bradley said, “he told me that he’s working for you occasionally, and that you are in the movie business. He said that I could probably make a few bucks. But I gotta tell you that I don’t have any acting experience. I don’t know if I’m qualified.”

Erik grinned and glanced at Bradley’s tightly packed pouch. “Oh, I think you are very qualified…”

Bradley looked puzzled, and his son laughed.

“The thing is”, I said, smiling at Bradley, “that we work in a very particular niche. Acting experience is not really necessary.” I paused. “Have you ever heard the term ‘ballbusting’?”

Bradley raised his eyebrows. “As in…?”

“As in getting hit in the nuts”, Erik said. He grabbed his package and grinned.

Bradley gave an incredulous laugh. “You mean you are paying people to hit someone in the gonads on camera?”

I smiled. “Yup, that’s basically it.”

Bradley looked at his son and grinned. “So that’s why you were walking funny the other day…”

Logan grinned sheepishly. “My nuts got mangled like you wouldn’t believe…”

Bradley laughed. “Be careful, Logan, I do want to be a granddad someday…”

Logan shrugged. “You were the one who talked to me about condoms and contraception. Now don’t complain when I choose a different method…” He grinned at his father.

Bradley chuckled. “So is it working?”

Logan grimaced. “Well, it sure dampens my sex drive, so I guess you could say that it is…”

“Damn”, Bradley shook his head. “That’s one hell of a sacrifice you’re making, son…”

“The pay is good”, Logan shrugged. “And the guys are alright. And, most importantly, usually it’s me who deals out the pain.”

Bradley thought for a moment and looked at me. “And you want me to do--- what?”

I smiled. “We’ll have a couple of teams over for a shoot. Each team consists of a father and his son, and we’re gonna find out who’s the toughest dad.”

“I see”, Bradley grimaced. “So you want Logan to bash my balls in.”

I shook my head. “That would be too easy. I mean, why should he hit you hard, right? No, your balls are gonna get smashed by the other dads’ sons.”

“That sounds fair”, Logan nodded.

“Fair?” Bradley laughed.

Logan smirked at his father and slammed his fist into his open palm. “You’d prefer it if I crunched your nuts?”

Bradley winced. “Not exactly.” He adjusted his crotch and looked at his son. “So what do you say, Logan? Do you think your old man’s balls are tough enough?”

Logan grinned. “Hell yeah!”

Bradley sighed. “Alright.” He winked at his son. “You don’t want any siblings, do you?”

“Nah”, Logan chuckled and playfully nudged his father’s shoulder. “Those saggy old balls have done their part…”

Bradley laughed and looked at me. “Okay, count us in.”

“Excellent”, I smiled. “Do you mind if we do a little screen test right now? See how you look on screen?”

Bradley looked at his watch and shrugged. “Sure.”

“Nice”, I said. “Take off your clothes.”

“There are a couple of questions I’d like to ask you”, Erik said, holding a clipboard. He had come up with a questionnaire for new applicants.

“Sure.” Bradley started stripping and folding his clothes.

“Have you ever been hit in the testicles?” Erik asked.

“A couple of times”, Bradley said.

Erik checked a box on his questionnaire. “Would you describe your testicles as a) weak, b) average, c) strong, d) unbreakable?”

“I’d say c”, Bradley said, causing Logan to let out a laugh.

“You’re a b, dad, maybe even an a… Remember that time when I accidently smashed you in the balls with that baseball?” Logan grinned. “You looked like you were gonna die!”

Bradley grimaced as he remembered the incident. “Okay, b…”

Erik nodded and wrote Bradley’s answer down. “How often do you use your testicles in an average week?”

Bradley looked confused.

“How often do you have sexual intercourse?” Erik explained.

“Three, four times a week, maybe five or six”, Bradley shrugged.

Erik nodded.

“That number will be down after the competition”, Logan chuckled.

Erik continued. “On a scale of one to ten, how important are you testicles to you, with ten being ‘more important than any other body part’?”

“Ten”, Bradley said, grinning. “Well, my cock is a ten, too. Is that okay?”

Erik shrugged. “Sure, I’ll write down whatever you say.” He looked up. “Last question: If your testicles were a kind of fruit or vegetable, what would they be?”

Bradley thought for a moment. “You mean like nuts, plums, berries – that sort of thing?”

Erik nodded. “Exactly.”

“What do you think?” Bradley grinned. He was buck naked, his hands covering his crotch. His body looked awesome, with muscles in all the right places and not an ounce of fat on his body. His pubes and the dark blond hair on his chest were trimmed neatly. With a look of proud confidence, Bradley placed his hands on his hips, allowing us to get a good view of his extraordinary equipment. His balls were the size of large hen’s eggs, with a fat, semi-hard cock that looked like it could do some serious damage.

“Eggs?” Erik said softly, staring at Bradley’s crotch.

Bradley grinned. “Yeah, eggs.”

“That’s pretty accurate, because they are exactly as fragile”, Logan mused.

“We’ll see”, Bradley shrugged.

I cleared my throat. “It looks like you fit right into our team…“

Bradley chuckled. “Thanks.” He looked at me. “So what do we do now?”

My cameraman Chad had taken a personal day, so I asked Erik to operate the camera. “I need a long shot, then you pan up and down his body. And then you focus on his genitalia.”

“Aye aye, sir”, Erik said and did as he was told.

I turned to Bradley. “We’re gonna do a couple of kicks and punches, and maybe a squeeze. Do you want me to do it or do you want your son to step in?”

Bradley looked at Logan. “I guess you’d like to do the honors?”

Logan chuckled. “Hell yeah!”

Bradley grinned. “I bet you can’t wait to bash your old man’s balls…”

Logan rubbed his hands and winked at his dad. “Let’s see if I can scramble those eggs…”

Bradley shook his head, smiling. “Doesn’t it feel at least a little bit weird to go after your father’s testicles?” He grabbed his huge lumps and weighed them in his hand. “I mean, after all those are the balls that made you…”

Logan shrugged. “All I can see are two fat nuts waiting to be crunched.” He grinned at his dad. “Don’t take it personally…”

I clapped my hands. “Okay, enough chit-chat. Let’s get the balls rolling…”

“Spread your legs, dad”, Logan said, “Let’s start with a couple of kicks from behind.”

Bradley sighed and complied. His fat danglers hung low in their shaven sac, swinging gently from side to side while his son was taking his position behind him.

Logan was wearing black sneakers. Without any kind of warning, Logan brought his leg back and sent his foot flying up between his father’s thighs until they came to a crashing halt with an audible thud that made me cringe in sympathy.

Bradley’s plump nuts had nowhere to go and they were brutally smashed into his body. His half-hard cock bounced against his abs while his delicate babymakers were flattened by Logan’s instep.

Bradley let out a raspy cough and doubled over, cupping his genitalia, the size of which made it difficult for him to cover it all with his hands.

“Oooooh!” Logan laughed. “Damn! That was a hard one… Sorry, dad, I didn’t mean to kick that hard…” His body language spoke a very different language, though, and when he caught me looking at him, he winked at me and mocked his father’s painful posture.

Bradley moaned in agony, rubbing his sore gonads.

“How are those saggy old balls feeling, dad?” Logan grinned. “They are probably so rusty they’ll break with the next kick…”

Bradley groaned and looked at the camera, grimacing in pain. “Fuck”, he moaned. “That was dead-on.”

Logan laughed. “Come on, dad, spread those legs! Let’s say two more kicks and we’ll move on to punches.”

Bradley inhaled deeply. “Alright”, he said in a strained voice and straightened. He spread his legs so that his feet were shoulder-width apart.

“Spread them wider”, Logan urged him.

Groaning, Bradley widened his stance until Logan was happy. Now, there was at least 3 feet’s distance between his bare feet.

Bradley’s battered ballsack dangled invitingly between his thighs, and Logan happily accepted the invitation. With all the force he could muster, he slammed his foot into his father’s nuts, crunching them hard and making Bradley let out a shrill scream as he fell to his knees and doubled over, once again clutching his aching crotch.

The room was filled with Bradley’s screams and Logan’s laughter.

Bradley was rocking back and forth, cowering on his knees, his head almost touching the ground, his hands nursing his enormous set of reproductive organs.

Logan watched him, grinning from ear to ear. “Oops”, he said, not even trying to sound convincing. “Another hard one. Sorry…”

Bradely groaned. “Fuck! Are you trying to ruin me?”

Logan looked at the camera and shrugged. “That’s the plan, isn’t it?” he grinned. He watched patiently as his father tried to get up.

Moaning and groaning, Bradley let go of his goods to prop himself with his hands on the floor.

I knew that Logan was just waiting for the right moment.

That moment came when Bradley was on all fours, his hands and feet on the ground, his legs spread apart, trying to straighten up.

Logan didn’t let the moment go to waste. With admirable precision and impressive force, his sneaker-clad foot sailed right into Bradley’s well-filled basket, ramming both of his fat, frail spuds into his body and making Bradley collapse on the ground and curl up in a little ball, shrieking like a little girl.

Logan snorted with laughter, watching his father writhe on the ground.

Bradley’s eyes were wide open, his mouth contorted in a painful grimace, sweat running down his forehead. The carotid artery on his neck stood out and his head was glowing bright red. His hands were clasping his poor, oversized testicles, and his legs were kicking wildly as if those moves would somehow reduce the pain.

“Fuck!” Bradley shrieked. “Fuck!”

Logan chuckled. “You alright, dad?”

Bradley groaned.

“Come on”, Logan grinned. “Get up, we don’t have all day. And we have to do a couple of punches and squeezes, right?” He looked at me for confirmation.

I looked at Bradley and grimaced in sympathy. “Well, not necessarily… I mean, we could---“

“Oh, come on, don’t be polite”, Logan interrupted me. “Treat him like any other guy who’s auditioning for your site.”

I cleared my throat. “Well, I don’t think we have to---“

“We definitely need a couple of squeezes and punches”, Erik chimed in. “We don’t want your nuts to splatter all over the place on the day of the competition, so we need to know how much they can take…”

“See?” Logan grinned, turning to his father. “Don't be a pussy, get up!”

“Don’t talk to your father like that”, Bradley croaked and lashed out at his son. His fist collided hard with Logan’s crotch, causing the young stud to yelp in surprise and double over, clutching his balls.

“Nice move, dad”, Logan grimaced in pain. “But today we focus on your nuts…”

Bradley grinned weakly and groaned as he straightened, fondling his huge danglers with his right hand. “Okay”, he sighed. “Let’s get on with it…”

Logan kneeled in front of his father and balled his fist. He looked Bradley in the eyes and winked. “Ready to get your nuts cracked, dad?”

Bradley braced himself for the impact, his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on a point far, far away in front of him.

“Hey, I asked you something”, Logan said, grinning.

Bradley looked confused. “What do you want me to say?”

Logan smiled. “What about ‘Please crack my nuts, son’?”

Bradley rolled his eyes. “God, you couldn’t think of anything cheesier, right?”

Logan shrugged. “Well, what about ‘Please scramble my eggs, son’ instead?”

Bradley sighed.

“Come on, say it”, Logan said.

Bradley inhaled deeply. “Please, scramble my eggs, son”, he said slowly, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Logan shook his head. “Say it like you mean it.”

“This is ridiculous”, Bradley said. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all… Maybe we should just call the whole thing---“

He was interrupted by a vicious, forceful uppercut that sent his extralarge testicles bouncing up until they reached their natural limitation, the silky skin of his roomy scrotum.

Bradley roared in pain and clutched his crotch, each hand cupping one ball, with his huge cock swinging happily between them. “You fucking did it”, Bradley whispered hoarsely, “You scrambled my eggs!”

“Nah”, Logan smiled. “Not yet…” He rammed his fist into Bradley’s abs, causing his father to let go of his babymakers and clutch his stomach. “Now I’m gonna scramble them”, Logan said cheerfully and powered another uppercut into Bradley’s exposed genitals. This time, there was no bouncing. Logan’s fist connected with both of his father’s nuts and slammed them into his body, flattening them like pancakes.

Bradley yodeled in agony, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fell to his knees, clutching his sore, mangled spermtanks.

“Oooh”, Logan cooed in mock-sympathy. “Sorry, dad…”

Bradley whimpered, clutching his gonads. “You keep saying sorry – but somehow I got a feeling you don’t mean it…”

“Really?” Logan feigned surprise, looking perfectly innocent like he couldn’t hurt a fly.

Bradley couldn’t help but laugh. “You are one cheeky brat, you know that?”

Logan grinned. “I guess I’m my father’s son…”

Bradley groaned and slowly got up, fondling his ample genitalia. He examined his nuts one by one, wincing when he saw the bruising on his sac.

“Everything alright?” Logan grinned.

Bradley raised his eyebrows. “Do you give a damn? I thought your focus was on destroying my manhood…”

Logan laughed. “I just wanna make sure that you don’t bring any more children into the world…”

Bradley grimaced. “Yeah, I guess you’ve done a pretty good job so far…” He closed his fingers around the neck of his sac, making his huge balls bulge at the bottom. He ran his hand lovingly over his testicles.

“We’re not done yet”, Logan said.

Bradley groaned. “What’s next?”

“Squeezing”, Logan smiled.

Bradley gulped. “Okay, let’s get it over with.” He nonchalantly spread his legs and brought his hands behind his back, letting his humongous nuggets dangle between his thighs.

Logan scrunched up his face. “I’ll pass on this one. I don’t need to get my hands on those saggy old balls of yours…”

Bradley looked relieved. “Alright, so this is it?”

I looked at Erik. “I guess we have everything we need, right?”

Erik fixed me with an unmistakable stare.

I sighed. “Erik, do you wanna squeeze Bradley’s balls?”

Erik nodded his head, smiling jubilantly.

Bradley groaned.

I took over for Erik behind the camera as the 19 year old blond walked up to Bradley and unceremoniously grabbed his juicy meatballs with his right hand.

Bradley inhaled sharply as Erik looked him in the eyes, a cheerful smile on his face.

“They feel spongy”, Erik said softly with a hard twist of his wrist.

Bradley’s mouth opened.

“I guess it comes with the size”, Erik continued, squeezing harder and harder, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh of Bradley’s testicles. “The small ones are hard and tough, and the big ones are soft and sort of mushy.”

Bradley yelped in pain as Erik pulled him up, making him stand on his toes.

“That’s why squeezing works better on the big ones”, Erik explain, smiling. He squished and squashed Bradley’s tender testicles between his fingers as if he was working stress relief balls.

Bradley gritted his teeth, groaning and moaning. “Fuck”, he exclaimed in a high pitched voice.

Logan and Erik laughed.

“Seems like you are on the right track”, Logan grinned.

“Yeah”, Erik nodded, yanking hard and eliciting another shrill scream from Bradley.

“Don’t yank them off!” Logan said. “We need them for the competition…”

“Seriously”, Erik said, turning towards Logan and making Bradley follow his motion on his tiptoes. “I think you’ll have to work with your dad on his nut strength.”

Bradley screamed in pain as Erik squeezed his balls as hard as he could.

“I know”, Logan sighed, seemingly oblivious to his father’s shrieks. “I’ll have to work out a daily routine until the day of the competition.”

Erik nodded, viciously twisting Bradley’s gonads, causing him to let out a long, high-pitched wail.

“Otherwise we don’t stand a chance”, Logan said.

“Yeah”, Erik said, digging his thumb into Bradley’s nuts. “I’d say you need an hour a day. At least an hour a day.”

Bradley shrieked in agony as Erik roughly twisted his aching testicles.

Logan sighed. “I really don’t know if I can make the time…”

Erik yanked on Bradley’s balls a couple of times in rapid succession, filling the room with Bradley’s painful screams.

“He can do some work on his own”, Erik suggested. “Like busting his balls with the toilet seat. Slamming them in a drawer. Pounding them with a spoon or a spatula. Or with a hammer.”

Logan nodded slowly. “Good idea! Maybe we’ll do that.”

Bradley was screaming from the top of his lungs as Erik squeezed his nuts with all the force he could muster.

Finally, Erik let go and gave Bradley’s aching nuts a playful slap before Bradley collapsed on the floor, clutching his manhood.

“Good job”, Logan grinned and high-fived Erik.

Erik grinned and looked at me. “How did it look?”

“Painful”, I said, grimacing.

I turned the camera off.

“You dad looks pretty good on camera”, I smiled at Logan.

Logan grinned. “It runs in the family, I guess…”

Erik chuckled. “Yeah, but his balls are bigger than yours.”

“And they are definitely bigger than the twins’ dad’s”, I said.

Logan looked down at his father who was writhing on the ground, his hands cupping his huge nuts. “I really hope they are not a disadvantage.”

I smiled. “We’ll see…”

6 comments:

Carter said...

Love the part where Logan gets smashed by his dad.

Alex said...

Thanks, Carter! Yeah, Logan and his dad are pretty brutal when it comes to ballbusting... I guess it runs in the family... :-))

Anonymous said...

any chance we'll get other stories featuring the dads? maybe a camping trip?

Alex said...

Thanks for your suggestion! Do you have ideas for a camping trip story?

Anonymous said...

nudist retreat to reclaim their manhood, maybe to further train their sacks? lots of tugging,squashing, squeezing and male bravado/endurance. ill let you run with it...;) anything featuring the dads though would be super hot.

Alex said...

That sounds awesome! I'll see what I can do... :-))