Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (2)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

It took Kev and Zach a couple of minutes until they were sitting at the table, occasionally rubbing their sore equipment that was barely covered by their skimpy clothing.

Ben stood in front of the grill. Grimacing in pain, he grabbed the tong and picked up the thick piece of meat that resembled Zach’s heavy dick.

“Okay, it’s ready. Who---“

“Me!” Both Zach and Cal raised their arms.

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Want me to cut it in half?”

Both Zach and Cal looked at the obscene hotdog and winced, comically covering their crotches. They shook their head simultaneously.

Kev rolled his eyes. “Okay, guys, let’s solve this the manly way. The one with the biggest cock gets the biggest hotdog.” He grinned. “Whip ‘em out, guys. Dicks on the table.”

Zach chuckled. “No prob.” He weighed his heavy package in his hand and smirked at Cal. “I’m game.”

Cal cleared his throat. This wasn’t the first time he was challenged to a cock comparison by Zach. He had lost every time. And he had no reason to believe that this time would be different. But somehow he hoped, each and every time, that this time his dick would steal the king’s crown from Zach’s blond head.

The muscular black swimmer smiled bravely and said, “Me too.”

Zach and Cal stood side by side. Zach’s peeled his shorts down, exposing the jockstrap that seemed to be filled to the absolute maximum. Cal’s speedos looked similarly packed.

Kev and Ben gathered on the opposite side of the table as both Cal and Zach fumbled with their skimpy clothing to present their meat.

With a heavy thud, the two big, thick dicks plopped onto the table side by side. The guys’ thighs touched the table and their big, juicy testicles rested lazily under their gargantuan meat sticks.

Kev and Ben chuckled. On the first look, the two semi-hard tubes looked like they were the same size.

As the summer breeze gently caressed the muscular guys’ extraordinary dongs, they grew fatter and thicker.

Kev and Ben stared in amazement as their buddies’ dicks expanded further and further. It was like watching an invisible snake charmer work his magic.

Zach and Cal looked down at their cocks, each one of them lovingly watching their own dick become bigger and bigger and fatter and thicker.

Finally, Cal’s cock had reached its full potential. Its heavy head prohibited it from rising too far above the table top. Cal glanced sideways at Zach’s proud, majestic dick, and he knew he had lost.

Zach’s thick meat reigned supreme, if only by a hair’s breadth. It was just a little bit fatter, a little bit thicker, a little bit longer than Cal’s massive member – but it was enough to secure his position as reigning champion and winner of the hotdog in question.

A triumphant smile appeared on Zach’s face as he let out a satisfied grunt.

Kev clapped his hands politely, his eyes fixed on the impressive pair of extraordinary dicks that hovered above the no less impressive ballsacks.

Zach smiled brightly, obviously enjoying his superiority over Cal.

It was a gorgeous sight: Two meaty, rock-hard dicks gently swaying above the table top, with four huge, juicy balls that rested peacefully on the glass table.

Ben decided to bring a little more action to this still life. He quickly grabbed two wooden spatulas in his hands, lifted them above his head and sent them crashing down onto the poor competitors’ bare spuds.

The clapping sound of wood meeting meat was immediately followed by a duet of high-pitched wails.

The sight of four meaty testicles being flattened like bizarre pancakes caused Kev to cheer wildly, laughing his ass off as Cal’s and Zach’s eyes crossed simultaneously, their mouths hanging open, saliva dripping onto their busted balls.

Ben chuckled, lifted the spatulas and sent them crashing down again, squishing the two pairs of oversized testicles as hard as he could onto the unrelenting glass surface of the table.

The high-pitched wails stopped immediately.

Cal’s cheeks puffed and he looked like he was about to throw up.

Zach let out a hoarse “Fuck!”

Kev grinned. “Nope, I don’t think you are going to do that for a while…”

Ben chuckled and lifted the spatulas, allowing the beaten gonads to assume their natural shape again.

Mimicking a cliché cowboy, Ben growled in a low, guttural voice. “I did what had to be done…”, causing Kev to burst out laughing.

Grinning at his buddy, Ben swirled the spatulas around like a gunman after a duel. Unfortunately, he was no John Wayne. When he tried to smoothly put the spatulas into the sides of his skimpy speedos, he missed by a few very crucial inches.

The shocked, surprised look on his face was enough to send Kev into a laughing fit.

The business ends of the spatulas connected perfectly with Ben’s testicles that were clearly outlined in the black speedo. They hit the undersides of the left nut and the right nut simultaneously and with devastating effect.

Like a pair of ping-pong balls being smashed with a racket, Ben’s nuts were whipped up, causing a painful yet comical chain reaction: They jumped up and out of Ben’s speedo after squishing through the tight waistband, propelling his meaty, thick dick up with them so that Ben’s entire meat and two veg were out in the open.

Ben’s hands cramped as he let out an agonized scream, causing the spatulas to come down again, whacking his balls hard on their way down and squishing them back into his speedos, creating a hilarious visual: It looked like someone had thrown two tennis balls into a purse.

Ben screamed from the top of his lungs as Kev was literally rolling on the ground laughing.

Cal and Zach were too busy nursing their own battered manhoods to fully cherish the sight of Ben, his hands holding on to the two spatulas that had wreaked havoc on three pairs of babymakers.

Ben’s meaty dick was still hanging out his speedos as he dropped the wooden spatulas. Panting and groaning, Ben grabbed his crotch and stuffed his thick meat back into his speedos before sinking to the ground, covering his junk.

Kev’s head was bright red as he gasped for air, laughing manically. He was lying on his back, his hands covering his face.

Groaning in pain, Ben reached between his buddy’s unsuspecting thighs, grabbed hold of Kev’s fat nuts, closed his fist and squeezed as if he wanted to drain a pair of lemons.

Kev’s laughing stopped immediately and turned into frantic screaming.

After squishing and squashing poor Kev’s meaty nuts for a couple of minutes, Ben finally let go, allowing him to curl up in a little ball.

In fact, all four guys were curled up in little balls, each of them nursing their battered manhoods.

There was a moment of silence (except for the moans and groans of four studs in severe nutpain) before Zach croaked, “I get the big hotdog.”