Friday, July 18, 2014

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (5)

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!



Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

Zach stared at Ben. “Nut fight?”

“Nut fight!” Ben yelled again and tackled Zach into the grass.

Zach let out a grunt that left no doubt he was as annoyed as he was surprised by Ben’s sudden attack.

The two half-naked studs wrestled on the ground, rolling back and forth, each of them trying to get the upper hand.

Ben tried to grab Zach’s tightly filled jockstrap while Zach was desperately trying to crawl away.

There was a shrill shriek that made the birds fly up from the trees as Ben found what he was looking for. He closed his hand as far as he could around Zach’s ample fruit basket and squished Zach’s plums as if he wanted to turn them into prune jam.

Zach squirmed and struggled, screaming and shouting. His legs kicked violently and with one lucky kick he caught Ben’s nuts dead-on, knocking the wind out of his buddy’s lungs.

“Oh, that was a good one”, Ben whispered in a hoarse, strained voice. “Right in the double-yolker…”

Ben’s hand loosened, allowing Zach to break free and throw Ben onto his back. With his knee between Ben’s muscular thighs, Zach was in the perfect position to scramble Ben’s eggs for good.

Grimacing in pain, Zach brought his knee back and powered it into Ben’s crotch, making Ben’s cheek puff and his eyes turn glassy.

A hint of a smile appeared on Zach’s handsome face as he repeated the devastating, nut-crunching maneuver, kneeing Ben’s nuts once again with all the force he could muster. His bony kneecap collided with Ben’s tender balls that were held conveniently in place by his tight-fitting speedo.

Ben let out a soprano wail and helplessly flailed his arms, trying to reach between Zach’s legs and retaliate.

Zach’s aim on the next knee was a bit off, and he only managed to flatten Ben’s left testicle. Zach seemed to notice that his knee had just crunched one of Ben’s nuts, and he looked slightly dissatisfied. Nevertheless, the knee had the desired effect on Ben who screamed from the top of his lungs.

Shifting to the side, Zach wanted to make sure he hit Ben’s right gonad on the next blow. After pausing to look down between the two sweaty buddies’ bodies and check the angle, Zach grunted and brought his knee in between Ben’s thighs, catching his right nut dead-on and making Ben’s eyes water and his lips tremble.

Finally, Ben was able to reach the huge package that was swinging between Zach’s legs. His nuts and his supernaturally thick and meaty dick were barely held in place by Zach’s jockstrap, and the earlier ballbusting had caused Zach’s naturally awe-inspiring equipment to swell to an almost unbelievable size. His dick was hard and swollen, and his balls were huddled against its shaft.

While Zach was used to regarding his massive endowment as an asset, in this situation it was quite the opposite as Ben found his precious belongings and wrapped his fingers around the neck of Zach’s sac.

Just before Zach could land another ball-shattering knee on him, Ben pulled as hard as he could. It looked as if Ben had taken lessons from the bell-ringer of Notre-Dame. And sure enough, he made Zach’s uvula tingle. Zach yodeled like the lead singer of Notre-Dames Sweet Little Girl’s Choir on vacation in the Swiss Alps, his enchanting ditty causing several birds to join in and chirp along with him.

Grunting and groaning, Ben managed to pull Zach off of him by his balls, causing poor Zach to continue screaming in a comically high-pitched voice.

Somehow, Ben managed to get behind his blond buddy and pull his nuts up between his ass, lifting Zach clear off the ground and jamming his jockstrap-clad package in his crack. Wrapping his arm and his strong legs around Zach’s legs, Ben managed to trap him in this very compromising position, with Zach’s nuts trapped and firmly held in place by his own thighs and ass.

Zach’s huge, swollen balls were bulging obscenely, and the jockstrap looked like the fabric was going to give any moment. A bit of the rosy skin of his stretched, well-filled sac peeked back at Ben as he took a moment to catch his breath. Looking at Zach’s painfully wedged babymakers, he chuckled and slapped them playfully with the palm of his hand.

Zach let out a scream, causing Ben to laugh. “Looks like I got you by the balls, buddy!” Without turning his eyes away from his conveniently presented targets, Ben grinned, “You ready to get your junk trashed?”

“Fuck, no”, Zach groaned predictably, but he just couldn’t free himself from Ben’s iron grip.

Ben lifted his hand, balled his fist and smashed it into Zach’s exposed testicles with a resounding smack.

Zach shrieked from the top of his lungs.

Satisfied with this reaction, Ben repeated his move, hammering down on Zach’s bulging balls with his fist as if he was trying to drive a nail into a concrete wall.

“Oh, fuck, no!” Zach wailed.

His fully erect dick was pressing against Ben’s thigh, and Ben almost thought he could feel it throbbing against his leg.

Ben himself was hard as a rock, too, his own dick poking against Zach’s muscular thigh. He glanced at Zach’s bulging manhood. The jockstrap had almost completely slipped off of his balls, exposing the bronze skin of his sac, and a funny association popped into Ben’s mind.

“You like your eggs sunny side up, huh?” Ben said cheerfully. “I got bad news for you, ‘cause I prefer them scrambled…”

Zach let out a strained groan.

Ben raised his eyebrows. “You don’t like that image?” He shrugged. “Well, then I bet you won’t like this either…” He laughed at his own wit as he brought his fist down onto Zach’s package, smashing both of his massive gonads with devastating force and eliciting another shrill scream from Zach’s lips.

Zach’s dick started twitching against Ben’s thigh.

“Uh oh”, Ben grinned. “Someone’s gonna cream in his jock…” In quick, brutal succession, Ben hammered down on Zach’s nuts five times in a row, each time catching his bulging balls dead on and making Zach shriek like a banshee.

Zach’s nuts pulled up against his thighs and started pulsing as his cock started firing shot after creamy shot of hot, white jizz into his grubby jockstrap, soaking the fabric within seconds. Zach’s eyes slowly crossed and is mouth opened, but the long, hoarse groan was drowned in the sound of Ben’s fist pummeling Zach’s nuts.

Ben grimaced as he felt Zach’s spunk run down his thigh and rammed his fist into Zach’s sensitive, pumping babymakers in another barrage of hard, unrelenting punches.

Ten more times, Ben’s fist found its way into Zach’s busy manhood as the superstud released a giant load into his jock. His eyes crossed even further and his pupils slowly moved up, almost rolling back into his head, nothing but a low groan of “Awwwwwww…” coming from his slightly parted lips.

Ben chuckled and threw one last, nut-crunching punch into Zach’s crotch, thoroughly smashing Zach’s tender globes and probably putting the stud’s sex life on hold for a couple of weeks.

Finally, Zach’s orgasm came to a halt, and the violent spurts of jizz were replaced by a steady flow of creamy juice. Zach’s jockstrap was dripping wet and clinging to his still throbbing dick. Zach’s sweaty chest was heaving as he was panting and moaning heavily.

Ben unceremoniously pushed Zach away, causing him to land on his back, with his nuts still trapped between his legs, effectively crunching them into the patio tiles with his own body weight.

Zach’s crossed eyes rolled back into his head and he closed his eyes, whimpering in pain.

Ben rubbed his hands, a satisfied smile on his face. “I’m pretty sure those huge eggs are scrambled”, he mused. “Just the way I like them.”

He stood and looked down at his thighs. Zach’s jizz had left a large wet spot that ran from Ben’s speedo-clad bulge to his knee.

Grimacing in disgust, Ben turned around to face the sun and quickly wiped away Zach’s seed with his bare hands.

Satisfied, he straightened. “Okay, now---“

He was rudely interrupted by a sudden, unexpected blow to his unsuspecting testicles that were presented in a nice, firmly held package by his tight speedos that were straining with his hard dick.

Ben’s speedo-clad package bounced violently as his facial expression changed from a satisfied, smug grin to surprised, open-mouthed blank to a pitiful, wretched grimace as he realized that the virile center of his universe had been dealt a rather serious blow.

In front of him, Cal smiled with satisfaction, watching Ben’s bulge bounce until it stopped, hanging heavily between Ben’s spread thighs. Almost reflexively, he inspected the heavy “Bick Stick” baseball bat that he held in his hands, probably checking if Ben’s gonads had left a mark in the solid wood. After staying in the pool and letting his balls recover from Ben’s earlier double-fisted nut-attack that had forcefully emptied his big, studly balls, Cal had decided to climb out of the pool while Ben was dealing with Zach. And now, he had decided, was just the right time to make Ben pay for the involuntary depletion of his massive sperm tanks…

Ben let out a strained, guttural groan. “My balls”, he whispered in a toneless voice, sounding incredulous of the sudden annihilation of his potentially very handsome unborn babies.

“Oh yes”, Cal said, gloating, “those were your balls.”

Ben slowly doubled over and his hands rested on his knees. He let out a long, miserable moan. “Owwwwww.”

Cal nodded slowly. He sighed and weighed the heavy baseball bat in his hands. Grabbing it like a pro baseball player, he lightly tapped Ben’s nuts a couple of times, making them bounce without causing too much additional pain.

Ben’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. The poor guy seemed to be in a shocked state, not even trying to shield his vulnerable gonads from the blow that was about to squish them like grapes. His juicy nuggets were outlined below his rock hard dick that was throbbing and straining the thin fabric of his speedos.

Cal took his time, assuming the proper stance, his eyes on Ben’s balls.

Then, with remarkable force and admirable precision, he hit them out of the park. The heavy, wooden bat connected with both of Ben’s balls, brutally smashing them into his pelvis and flattening them like a pair of meaty pancakes.

Ban’s muscles strained and his back arched as his lips formed a small “O” and his eyebrows rose above his watering eyes. He resembled a cat whose tail had been stepped on – except that there was not a single sound coming from his mouth.

He was frozen in a silent scream, tears rolling down his cheeks, his hands glued to his knees, his ass sticking out. He was completely immobilized and the was no movement on his body – except for his plump package and his rock-hard dick. While his big, juicy balls were jiggling happily, his cock twitched and jerked before releasing a truly phenomenal spurt of salty spunk inside his speedos. The second and third jet of cum followed suit, drenching the front side of his swimwear and dripping down to the floor.

Before the fourth jet of jizz saw the light of day, Cal landed another testicle-shattering blow to Ben’s busy nuts, finally breaking the spell and making Ben let out an ear-piercing, ghoulish shriek.

His battered balls continued to contract and pump precious seed into his cock that happily spilled the full load in his dripping wet speedos as Ben was screaming from the top of his lungs.

Cal watched him, leaning on the baseball bat, grinning in satisfaction.

There seemed no end to Ben’s massive orgasm and all the muscles on his sweaty body were tense and strained. Ben howled like a werewolf, his balls throbbing in pain and his cock throbbing in pleasure.

Finally, the flow stopped, and Ben’s knees slowly folded inward. His hands found his groin and slipped into his spermy speeds. He clutched his sticky, spent balls, whimpering in pain, before he fell to the side and curled up in a ball.

Cal smiled and sat down in a lounge chair. He put on his sunglasses and leaned back, enjoying the sun. He kept the baseball bat within reach, just in case.

Around him, three broken studs were nursing their battered and forcefully emptied babymakers, sobbing and whimpering in pain and humuliation.

Cal grabbed a cold beer and took a sip. Then he placed the ice-cold bottle against his swollen genitals. “Ahhhhh”, he exhaled and enjoyed the moment.

A second later he opened his eyes and shouted, “Hey, anyone up for a beer?”

There was no answer from his three buddies.

Cal grinned and looked at the beer bottle. “You know what? Zach, this bottle is almost as big as your cock!”

4 comments:

Carter said...

Your descriptions in this are so awesome, I love it. And I love the idea of a guy getting lifted up by his nuts, it's always been a tantalizing mental image for me.
Great finale.
Can't wait to see what's next!

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback! I have a new story scheduled for next Friday. I hope you'll like it!

Anonymous said...

Great! just as Ben had victory in his sights out comes the baseball bat. nice one. thanks

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment! I'm glad you enjoyed the story!