From stud to dud: SPLOTCH!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Meet the characters (incl. pictures)

CRUNCH!

zzzZZZzzz!

BUZZZ!

WOOF!

KA-BOOM!

CLINK!

PLOP!

SIZZLE!

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

“You’d think he’d be happy”, Shawn said with a shrug.

“He didn’t seem happy to me, dude”, Bucky replied, taking a hit from his joint.

The two guys were sitting in Shawn’s Tattoo Temple, a run-down shop that was deeply in need of a thorough cleaning. Shawn scratched his head of red hair and nodded. “That’s what I’m saying.” The 31 year old tattoo artist was shirtless, sitting on the floor, leaning against the window, next to half a dozen of empty beer cans, holding a full can of beer in his hand. He was naked except for a pair of scrubby tighty whities. He reached inside his underwear and scratched his pubes before bringing his hand up to his nose and sniffing at it. “You think he’d be in a better mood after he shot his load.”

Bucky nodded. He inhaled the smoke from his joint and slowly let it out of his mouth. “Makes you wonder”, he said in a strained voice, “how a guy shoots his load without getting an erection.” He was lying on an old massage table, wearing nothing but a baggy pair of long johns that had stopped trying to pass as clean and white a long time ago.

“You’re the doctor, dickhead”, Shawn said before taking a gulp from his beer. “You tell me.”

Bucky stared at the ceiling for a while, his eyes fixed on a spider that slowly made its way down towards his forehead. “No idea”, he finally said, engulfing the spider in the smoke of his joint. “Not possible, dude.”



“But he said he shot his load”, Shawn said.

Bucky didn’t reply. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his ruffled brown hair.

Shawn emptied his beer and opened another can.

“Rocco doesn’t lie”, Bucky said out of nowhere.

Shawn looked up. “What?”

“Rocco doesn’t lie”, Bucky repeated. “Right, dude?”

Shawn nodded. “Never. I don’t think that dickhead is capable of lying.”

They were silent for a while.

“How on earth did he manage to cum?” Bucky mumbled, taking another hit from his joint.

Rocco hadn’t been very talkative the past two days. He chose to spend most of the time sleeping off what he had called the worst orgasm of his life. That was pretty much all he had told his buddies about what he had endured.

Shawn had tried to lighten Rocco up with a playful tap to the nutsack. That usually worked. A good, hard nutshot usually led to a nice, old-fashioned nut fight between the three buddies that had all of them cupping their aching balls and laughing their asses off by the end of the night. But instead of laughing his ass off and trying to retaliate, Rocco had just grunted in pain and limped into his room.

“How on earth did he manage to cum?” Bucky repeated slowly before starting to doze off, snoring loudly.

Shawn scoffed and opened another can of beer.

Suddenly the door opened.

“You open?” a loud voice asked.

Shawn looked up to see a familiar face. He didn’t bother to get up. “Troy!” he grinned, raising his hand. “Good to see you.”

Troy slapped Shawn’s hand and chuckled. The 26 year old was a wearing a dark uniform with a name tag, and what looked like an imitation of a police officer’s hat that covered almost all of his short brown hair.

He was accompanied by a handsome blond stud about the same age. He had a bristly beard and was wearing jeans, a flannel shirt and cowboy boots.

“You know Quint?” Troy introduced his friend.

“Hi there”, Shawn said.

Quint nodded at him.

Shawn emptied his can of beer and got up. “Bucky, you remember Troy? Rocco’s friend from baseball? Bucky? You awake?”

Bucky continued snoring.

Shawn grinned and lifted his hand above his head before balling his fist and slamming it Bucky’s balls, crunching his nuts hard.

“Awwwwww”, Bucky groaned, rolling to his side and curling up in a ball on the massage table.

The rest of the guys laughed.

“Bucky, wake up, Troy’s here, and he brought a buddy”, Shawn chuckled.

Bucky opened his eyes, grimacing in pain. “Hey, dude.”

Shawn grinned and turned to Troy. “What can I do you for?”

Troy’s face broke into a grin. He pointed at Quint and chuckled. “He lost his dick.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows and looked at Quint who shifted uncomfortably. “What?”

“He lost his dick”, Troy repeated, reveling in Shawn’s confusion. When Shawn didn’t say anything, Troy added, “It’s mine now.”

Quint mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?” Troy barked at Quint.

“Hate gambling”, Quint mumbled.

Troy looked at him. “You gotta pay your debts, buddy. Get it out.”

Quint sighed.

“Come on, get your cock out”, Troy said.

Quint let out a grunt and opened his leather belt, unbuttoned his fly, and dropped his jeans and his boxers.

Shawn looked at Quint’s cock with a hint of envy in his eyes.

It was a rather beautiful piece. Not as big as Rocco’s, of course. Shawn had never seen anyone with a schlong as big as Rocco’s. But Quint’s dick wasn’t half bad, a nice, big piece of meat dangling between his thighs.

“I want you to tattoo ‘Troy’s dick’ on it”, Troy said with a mean grin. “That possible?”

Shawn chuckled. “Sure is. There’s definitely enough room for it.” He got up and grabbed Quint’s floppy cock. “More than enough room. Looks like you could write ‘Troy’s second dick in case something happens to his original one’ on it, too, if you liked.”

Troy shrugged. “’Troy’s dick’ will do.” He turned to Quint and grinned. “Right, buddy?”

Quint grinned weakly. “Right.”

Shawn laughed. “You know, for a moment I thought you wanted me to cut it off.”

Troy looked at him.

Shawn grinned. “You know, it belongs to you now, so…”

Troy thought for a moment.

Quint had a blank expression on his face.

“Let’s just get the tattoo for now”, Troy shrugged, shooting Quint a grin.

Quint looked down at his cock.

“Can you do it right away?” Troy asked.

Shawn shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, man, but, I mean, what’s the hurry?”

“We’re gonna go out tonight, gonna get laid”, Troy grinned. “And I want every chick that he’s going to bang to know that his dick belongs to me.”

Shawn broke out laughing. “That’s fucked up!”

Troy laughed. “Yeah, right?”

“Totally fucked up”, Shawn grinned.

Quint chuckled. “Totally fucked up.”

The three guys laughed.

Bucky had watched them in silence. Now he looked at Quint with an incredulous expression on his face. “You okay with that, dude?”

Quint shrugged his shoulders.

“Of course he’s okay”, Troy glared at Bucky. “He gambled. He lost. His dick is mine. That’s it.”

Bucky took a hit from the joint and scratched his pubes inside his long johns.

“Alright, let’s do it”, Shawn grinned.

He went through a couple of drawers until he found his tools, placing the ink, the tattoo gun, his needles, an almost empty bottle of disinfectant, and everything else he needed for his work on the massage table. In the meantime, Bucky’s joint passed around and the guys helped themselves to some beer.

When Shawn started the procedure, Troy and Bucky gathered around Quint to watch Shawn tattoo Quint’s large cock.

All of them were drunk and high as kites, joking and laughing while Quint’s dick was declared Troy’s property by the stroke of Shawn’s needle.

Quint was clenching his teeth, trying to take it like a man, while Bucky was rolling another joint.

“What’s the largest dick you worked on?” Troy asked before emptying his can of beer and opening another.

“That’s easy”, Shawn replied with a grin. “Rocco’s.”

Troy nodded slowly. “Sure.”

“You know that bouncer at the strip club?” Shawn said over the sound of the tattoo gun.

Troy nodded. “The big one?”

Shawn grinned. “His dick? Not so big…”

Troy chuckled. “What do you think about that muscly check out clerk at the grocery store?”

Shawn scoffed. “I bet he’s tiny.”

Troy nodded. “Definitely. And his balls?”

Shawn laughed. “Raisins.”

Troy joined in the laughter.

They were silent for a moment.

“What about James Bond?” Troy asked.

Troy thought for a moment. “I bet he’s small. He’s a Limey after all.”

Shawn nodded. “Wolverine?”

Troy chuckled. “Probably just a stub.”

“But he’s got to have metal balls, right?” Shawn laughed.

“Balls of steel!” Troy took another big gulp from his beer.

“Adamantimum”, Shawn corrected him.

“Whatever”, Troy shrugged.

“Brad Pitt?” Shawn looked at Quint’s dick. The work was almost done.

“Puny”, Troy said, adding, “I’ve seen pictures on the web, you know.”

“King Kong probably thinks he’s small”, Bucky muttered, staring at the smoke that was coming out of his mouth. “But he’s, like, gigantic to us, you know? But when he’s with the other apes they’re probably all like ‘Your dick is a disgrace, majesty! We hate your tiny dick.’ And he’s all like ‘Oh no, I’m so tiny.’ But he’s like King Kong, dude! The king of kongs, dude, you know what I mean?”

The rest of the guys were staring at him.

“The king of kongs, dude! Just imagine!” Bucky repeated, taking another hit from the joint before holding his breath. “Of all the kongs. Like, every kong answers to him, dude! Every single one of them, you know. And even though he’s like the biggest king in the universe he still thinks he has a tiny dick. You know what I mean?”

Shawn cleared his throat. “I’m pretty sure that Kong is his name, dickhead.”

Bucky blinked, a stoned grin on his face. “His name.”

“He’s not the king of kongs, he’s King Kong. Like, King Troy”, Troy added.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s King Kong”, Bucky mumbled.

Quint nodded slowly. “I think he’s right.”

Troy and Shawn looked at him.

“It’s King Kong”, Quint said.

“Yeah, dude”, Bucky said.

“King Kong”, Quint repeated.

“Yeah, dude”, Bucky said.

Troy and Shawn looked at each other before Shawn started laying the finishing touches on Quint’s tattoo.

“Why do guys have two balls but just one dick, dude?” Bucky said in a slurred voice. “I mean, chicks have two tits, right? Guys should have two dicks, you know.”

“Yeah”, Quint nodded.

“Yeah”, Bucky echoed.

“A big one and a small one?” Quint asked.

Bucky thought for a moment. “Probably, dude”, he nodded. “You wouldn’t need two big ones, right?”

“Troy has two dicks”, Quint said.

Bucky nodded gravely. “He can fuck two chicks at the same time, dude.”

Quint nodded. “Awesome.”

“Far out”, Bucky nodded.

“Okay, we’re finished”, Shawn announced, looking down at Quint’s dick with a proud smile. “Do you like it?”

Quint looked down at his cock that had TROY’S DICK written in big, bold letters down the length of his shaft. The skin was red and raw. Quint mumbled something unintelligible.

Shawn chuckled. “I’m not talking to you, dickhead, I’m talking to Troy. It’s his dick, now.”

Troy patted Shawn’s back. “Great work, as always.”

“Far out. You got two dicks, now”, Bucky said, slurring his words.

Troy grinned. “Yeah, I do.”

“A big one and a small one”, Bucky added with a smile.

Troy’s face froze. “What do you mean?”

Bucky snickered. “Now you got a big one…” He pointed at Quint’s tattooed cock. “…and a small one.” He pointed at Troy’s clothed crotch. “That’s awesome, dude! You can fuck two chicks at the same time, now.”

Troy glared at Bucky. “You saying my dick is small?”

“No, no, no.” Bucky shook his head emphatically, raising his index finger. “Only one of them. The one hanging between your legs, you know. The other one is pretty big. Good for you, dude, now you got a big one, too.”

Troy’s eyes narrowed. “What the fuck are you---“

Bucky lifted both of his hands. “Hey, I’m not trying to offend you, dude. It’s just a fact, you know?” He bent over, tipsily, and squinted at the bulge in Troy’s pants. “From where I’m standing it looks like you’re just as small as Shawn. Maybe even smaller.” He paused. “If that’s possible.”

Troy looked like his head was going to explode. “You stupid fucker, how dare you---“

“Let’s have a look, dude, okay?” Bucky turned to Shawn and, with a swift motion, pulled down his tighty whities, exposing his naked genitals.

Shawn tried covering his junk – but it was too late. All of them had seen his short, pathetic stub of a dick that looked like someone had lost interest while building it and put a bulbous mushroom head on it after just 15% were done. In contrast to his short cock, Shawn’s balls looked huge, like two giant peaches, their weight dragging down his hairy nutsack.

Troy burst out laughing. “What’s that supposed to be?! That’s what you call a dick?!”

Shawn blushed, hastening to pull up his underwear. “Hey, man, that’s not cool.”

Troy was laughing his ass off, and Quint joined in the laughter.

“That’s not a dick, it’s an embarrassment!” Troy yelled.

Bucky stared at him, realizing that he had made a mistake. He hadn’t meant to expose Shawn like that. “Come on, dude, stop it.”

“Fuck you, asshole!” Troy grunted, getting closer and closer to Bucky.

“Calm down, dude”, Bucky mumbled.

Instead of giving him an answer, Troy reached inside Bucky’s long johns and grabbed hold of his junk, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing hard.

Bucky let out a groan, grimacing in pain. “Let go, dude, please!” he whispered.

“Fuck you, asshole”, Troy repeated. “I’m sick and tired of guys like you and your little buddy here.”

Quint sneered at Shawn. “Little buddy.”

Shawn drew back his fist and tried punching Troy’s head, but Quint grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, making him scream in pain.

Troy twisted Bucky’s balls hard, eliciting a hoarse groan from his mouth. “Sick and tired, you hear me, asshole?! You and your fucking friend, you think you are better than me, huh?” He squeezed hard.

Bucky let out a cough.

“You think I’m just a nobody, huh? A nobody who doesn’t get anything done, huh?” Troy hissed.

“Listen, dude, I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Bucky croaked, his balls trapped in Troy’s vise-like grip.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” Troy barked, twisting Bucky’s balls.

Bucky whimpered in pain.

“Shut! The fuck! Up!” Troy screamed. He stared Bucky in the eyes, taking in the fear. He could see it, smell it, almost touch it. This measly pothead was gonna pay. Pay for all the times someone had made fun of him. Pay for all the insults and the rejection. For every time someone had looked at him funny. Or stood in his way. Enough. This was it. Bucky was gonna pay.

“Shut up!” Troy screamed again, squashing Bucky’s nuts with his bony fingers. “I’m gonna ruin you, asshole! Just like I ruined our huge-dicked friend. How is he doing?”

Bucky didn’t dare look at him. “Rocco? Why--- What have you--- Argh!“

Troy squished and squashed Bucky’s balls in his hand. “I made him cum, asshole. He wanted to cum so desperately, so I helped him. Crunched his nuts. Destroyed them. Fried them. Cooked them clean through until their contents were spilled all over the floor. A steaming mess. He’s fucked. He’s finished. He’s never gonna cum again!”

Bucky looked at Shawn, an incredulous expression on his face.

Quint had loosened his grip on Shawn. His dick was still hanging out his jeans.

Shawn blinked. What was happening? A minute ago, everything was alright. Had Troy lost his mind?

“Hey, man, calm down”, Shawn said slowly. “I know, you’re like, pissed off, but I’m sure we---“

“Quint?” Troy barked.

Quint looked at his buddy, a dumb grin on his face.

“Show him how pissed off we are!” Troy yelled.

Quint blinked.

“Show him how pissed off we are!” Troy repeated in an even louder voice.

Quint looked around the tattoo parlor. What did Troy mean? What did Troy expect him to do? His eyes fell on the massage table in the middle of the room, and an idea popped into his head.

He let go of Shawn and walked over to the massage table. He grabbed his dick, wincing as his fingers touched the sore, raw, freshly tattooed skin, and aimed it at the table. Then he started emptying his bladder on it.

A steady stream of steaming piss splattered onto the massage table. Quint was smirking like a mean dog.

Troy turned his head, raising his eyebrows. “What are you---“

Bucky seized his chance and slammed his knee in between Troy’s thighs, ramming his testicles into his body.

At the same time, Shawn kicked Quint from behind, catching his balls and his sore dick with a dull thud, making him fall to his knees.

Troy and Quint roared in pain.

Bucky continued kneeing Troy’s balls as hard as he could, driving his bony knee into Troy’s nuts again and again and again and again.

Meanwhile, Shawn had grabbed Quint’s head, banging it repeatedly onto the dripping wet massage table until Quint’s body went limp.

Shawn turned to Bucky who was wrestling with Troy.

Shawn jumped onto Troy’s back, causing him to stumble backwards, roaring like a wounded bear.

In a fierce struggle, with Bucky going after Troy’s balls and Shawn concentrating on Troy’s head, they managed to subdue him.

A couple of minutes later, Troy and Quint were lying on the floor, out could.

Bucky and Shawn were doubled over, their hands on their knees, catching their breath.

“Holy fuck”, Shawn mumbled.

“Yeah, dude”, Bucky whispered.

Shawn gulped. “Are they dead?”

Bucky knelt down next to them. “No, they’re alive.”

Shawn looked at his buddy. “What are we gonna do now?”

Bucky grinned. “I’ve got an idea…”

***

Half an hour later, Shawn and Bucky were in Bucky’s practice.

Shawn looked around. “What’s all that stuff?”

Bucky shrugged. “Medicine.”

Shawn nodded slowly. “Animal medicine. Makes sense, with you being a vet and stuff.”

Bucky turned to Shawn and grinned. “It works on humans, too, you know…”

It took a while until Shawn got it. “Oh”, he said, his face lighting up. “Ohhhh!”

“I was thinking, you know, we could teach those fuckers a lesson”, Bucky grinned.

Shawn chuckled. “Tell me more, dickhead.”

Bucky showed Shawn a couple of drugs and chemicals, explaining the effects and the way they worked.

“What’s that one? The one that looks like white water?” Shawn pointed at a big bottle with a yellowed label that contained a milky liquid.

“It’s just a local anesthetic”, Bucky said.

Shawn nodded slowly.

Bucky picked up another bottle, a brown one with a red cap. There was no label on it. “This one is kind of funny, you inject it and the skin around the puncture turns blue.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows. “Um, why would you want to do that?”

Bucky shrugged. “I can look it up for you if you’d like.”

Shawn waved his hand. “Nah, doesn’t matter anyway.” He looked at the bottle. “It makes your skin turn blue, huh?”

Bucky looked at the bottle. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” He scratched his head, looking at another brown bottle with a red cap and without a label. “Or maybe it’s this one?”

Shawn nodded slowly. He opened the first bottle and emptied the contents of the second one into it. Then he put the cap on it and shook it a couple of times. “Now we’re safe, right? This is going to make your skin turn blue, right?”

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “What are you up to?”

“I think”, Shawn grinned, “we should give them a pair of ‘blue balls’…”

***

Quint and Shawn woke up in Rocco’s garage, both of them stark naked, their hands tied behind their backs. They were sitting on two wooden chairs, facing each other, their legs spread apart, their nutsacks resting on the seat.

“Wakey, wakey”, Shawn said with a grin.

Troy and Quint looked at him.

Bucky was leaning against the work bench, rolling a joint.

Bucky and Shawn were still in their underwear, but they had put on some heavy boots.

Troy blinked. “What the fuck have you done?“

Shawn grinned. “Nothing, dickhead. Yet.”

“Where are we?” Troy grunted.

“We’re in Rocco’s garage”, Shawn said with a grin, walking over to Troy and placing his foot on the chair. The tip of his boot was hovering over Troy’s balls. “You remember Rocco, right?” Shawn shifted his weight, slowly flattening Troy’s balls against the wooden seat of the chair.

Troy looked up at Shawn, grimacing in pain. “What about him?” he croaked.

Shawn threw his hands up over his head in mock exasperation. “What about him? What about him?!?!” Shawn twisted his foot, making Troy yelp in pain. “Bucky, what about Rocco?”

“Rocco?” Bucky lit his joint and inhaled deeply. “If I remember correctly, Troy crunched his nuts. Destroyed them. Fried them. And cooked them clean through until their contents were spilled all over the floor.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders, and took another hit from his joint.
The room fell silent.
Troy glanced around nervously, his hands working against the restraints. Despite being naked in the rather cool garage, Troy was beginning to sweat. His eyes landed on Quint, tied to the chair opposite to him. That idiot.

Quint was struggling to keep up with the conversation- his brow furrowed in confusion.
“It was all his idea!” Troy yelled. With his hands tied behind his back he wasn’t able to literally point a finger, and he settled for frantically pulling his shoulder forward, trying to point at Quint, shaking his seat. “It was Quint! He brought the cattle-prod!” A bit of spittle flew from Troy's mouth.
All eyes fell on Quint. The blond ranch-hand looked dumbfounded. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. Quint worked his jaw for a moment, before lowering his gaze to stare at his freshly tattooed dick in silence.
Shawn sighed. “Troy, you are such an asshole.” The redhead grinned and lifted his foot, stomping down hard on Troy’s nuts, flattening them like pancakes.
Troy let out surprised bark, his bound hands instinctively moving to cover his junk, but unable to do so. Shawn kept his foot planted on Troy's nuts, and placed his hands on his hips, thinking out loud.
“I mean, you must be some kind of whack job to ruin another guy's junk like that.” Shawn applied more pressure to Troy's nuts. “And Rocco... I mean, he wouldn't hurt a flea.” Shawn stomped down hard on Troy’s nuts, making Troy scream in pain.

Bucky watched them, fighting his urge to laugh out loud. Troy looked genuinely frightened. And Bucky had to admit that Shawn was putting on a damn good show.

Bucky chuckled. Maybe Shawn really was angry at Troy for messing with Rocco’s tools – but for an entirely different reason. After all, it had been Shawn who had made Rocco blow up his junk with a firecracker… No, if Shawn was angry with Troy, it wasn’t because of what Troy had done to Rocco’s equipment. It was because Shawn hadn’t been there when it happened. Because Shawn hadn’t been able to watch.

Bucky chuckled again. Whatever. The better Shawn played his role, the better their little prank was going to work. And right now, Shawn was pretty convincing…

“…dickhead!” Shawn stomped down on Troy’s nuts one final time, a huge grin on his face.

Then he turned away and walked over to Quint who was shifting uncomfortably and grimacing in pain.

“Now, what do we have here?” Shawn chuckled, looking down at Quint’s crotch.

His dick was hard as a rock and pointing at the ceiling. The fresh tattoo seemed to hurt, as Quint’s face was contorted in pain.

“Hey, Bucky, seems like he gets off on seeing his friend get his nuts crunched”, Shawn shouted.

Bucky let out a laugh. “Yeah?”

“He got a big, fat boner”, Shawn grinned. “Despite the new tattoo.”

“Ouch, gotta hurt”, Bucky grinned, taking a hit from his joint.

Shawn chuckled. “You bet.” He looked Quint in the eyes. “Must hurt real bad. All those little needlesticks.” He grimaced in mock sympathy. “Must hurt REAL bad.” He slapped Quint’s erection hard, causing him to yelp in pain. “Don’t think you’re gonna get laid tonight, dickhead.”

“Serves you right!” came Troy’s voice from the other end of the room. “Boning up while watching me get my nuts crunched. Sicko!”

The muscles in Quint pain-contorted face were moving rapidly.

He grunted in pain as Shawn punched his balls hard.

“Yeah, that’s right!” Troy shouted. “Bust that pervert’s balls! Make sure he doesn’t get laid tonight!”

“Oh, shut up, dickhead, I don’t need you to tell me what to do”, Shawn chuckled and punched Quint’s nuts again, making him roar in pain.

“Yeah!” Troy cheered. “Bust his balls! Do it again! Say goodbye to your manhood, asshole!”

Quint let out an angry grunt.

Shawn punched his nuts again.

“Yeah! That’s it!” Troy yelled.

Quint’s face was beet red. “Fuck you!” he blurted out.

Shawn took a step back, and looked at Bucky, a huge grin on his face. This was going even better than they had planned. They had thought it would take a lot longer until Troy and Quint turned against each other.

“Hey, punch his nuts again!” Troy shouted. “Make damn sure he doesn’t get laid tonight!”

“Neither will you”, Quint grunted. “Tiny dick.”

“What did you say?!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you, asshole!”

Shawn walked over to Bucky while Troy and Quint continued their shouting match, each of them showering the other with obscenities. Both of them seemed to be fixated on the thought that the other’s sex life was going to be ruined, and they insulted each other fiercely and without mercy.

Shawn looked at Bucky and winked. “Going great, huh?” He grabbed a can of beer and took a big gulp.

Bucky grinned. “Look at them. They’re both hard as a rock.” He took another hit from his joint. “Now would be a good time, don’t you think?” he said in a strained voice.

Shawn chuckled. “Fuck yeah, I can’t wait to see them really go after each other.”

They turned to Quint and Troy again who were busy shouting obscenities at each other.

“I want my dick back!” Quint grunted.

“Tough, asshole! It’s mine, now! Maybe I’ll just cut it off and donate it to charity!” Troy shouted. “I know a fag club that’ll happily---“

Shawn brought his fingers to his mouth and produced an ear-piercing whistle that made Troy and Quint wince and shut up.

They turned their heads to Bucky and Shawn.

Troy opened to say something. But when he saw Bucky put on a pair of dispensable gloves, he closed his mouth again.

“What are you doing?” Troy said slowly.

Troy felt panic rising as he watched Bucky pick up a syringe and fill it with a milky liquid.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?” Troy repeated.

Bucky and Troy ignored him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Troy shouted.

Bucky gave the syringe to Shawn and filled another one with the same liquid.

“Hey! What the fuck?! Hey!” Troy screamed hysterically.

Bucky and Shawn turned around and approached Troy and Quint respectively, kneeling down in front of them without saying a word.

“Hey! What are you doing? What the fuck are you up to?” Troy shouted, his eyes wide open in terror, as Bucky held up the syringe and looked Troy in the eyes.

“Hey! No! Hey, hey, hey, man, no!” Troy screamed, his voice cracking. He struggled against his restraints just like Quint did at the other end of the room.

Bucky grabbed Troy’s hard dick and pulled it down.

“What the fuck, man?!” Troy screamed on the verge of tears. “What the fuck is that?! What are you doing?!”

Bucky stuck the syringe into the bulbous head of Troy’s dick, making him let out a frightened shriek, before slowly emptying the contents of the syringe into Troy’s hard cock.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! No! What have you done?!” Troy whimpered.

Bucky pulled out the syringe and walked back to the workbench where he met Shawn who had just injected Quint.

The two bound studs stared down at their crotches, their eyes widened in horror and fixed on their hard cocks. They didn’t know what was going to happen – but they were pretty sure it that they weren’t going to like it…

“How long does it take?” Shawn looked at Bucky.

Bucky shrugged. “A minute, maybe two.”

“Alright, let’s wait”, Shawn grinned.

Troy and Quint were shaking with fear, cold sweat running down their backs as they were watching their dicks. Something terrible was going to happen.

Shawn rubbed his hands. “Alright, dickheads. You’re probably wondering what is was that we injected into your dicks about---“ He glanced at his watch. “---ninety seconds ago.”

Troy and Quint stared at him.

“Tell them, Bucky”, Shawn grinned.

Bucky cleared his throat. “It’s called Medetomidine, an Alpha-2 receptor antagonist drug.” He paused and watched Troy and Quint shift on their chairs nervously. “It’s rarely used on humans.”

Silence.

“What--- what does it do?” Troy whispered, his voice cracking.

Bucky smiled.

“It’ll make your dick fall off”, Shawn grinned.

Silence.

“What?!” Troy gasped. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am serious”, Shawn said, trying to keep a straight face. “Within the next couple of hours your dick is going to go numb and shrivel until it finally drops off at about---“ He looked at his watch. “---six thirty tomorrow morning.”

“No way”, Troy whispered.

“Maybe at six thirty five”, Shawn said.

Bucky buried his fingernails in his palms to prevent him from laughing out loud.

Troy’s eyes filled with tears. “But---“

Shawn raised his hand. “There is an antidote.” He looked at Bucky. “Doctor?”

“It’s called Getdickbackadine”, Bucky said, holding up a brown bottle with a red cap.

Shawn burst out laughing and hid it by pretending to cough.

“If it’s administered within an hour, everything is alright”, Bucky explained.

Troy watched Bucky fill a new syringe with the liquid from the brown bottle. When the syringe was filled, Bucky turned around and let the bottle drop to the floor. It smashed to a thousand pieces and the liquid spilled onto the floor.

“Oops”, Bucky said.

“Oops”, Shawn repeated. “What a pity. Looks like we just have one single dose of the antidote. Hmmm.”

Troy blinked. This was real. He could feel his dick starting to get numb. He looked down. His erection was almost completely gone. This was real! He looked up at Quint who stared back at him.

“Give it to me!” Troy blurted out.

“No, me!” Quint grunted.

“No, me!” Troy screamed.

“Guys!” Shawn yelled. “I’m sure there’s a more civilized way we can settle this, right?” He looked at his watch. “We have another fifty-six minutes, after all.”

Troy cleared his throat. “What do you want us to do?”

“Well, there are two options”, Shawn said with a huge grin on his face. “Number one: Sharing. Both of you get a share. That way you could minimize the effects of the drug. Your dicks probably won’t fall off – but maybe you’d be having trouble getting an erection.”

Troy and Quint looked at each other.

Troy’s eyes narrowed. Why should he let Quint have half of it? Quint’s dick belonged to him, after all. “What’s option two?”

Shawn smiled. “Fight for it.” He paused. “So… What will it be?”

Troy shot Quint a dark look. Quint, breathing heavily, glared back.

“What do you think?!” Troy grunted.

Bucky and Shawn looked at each other and grinned.
“I can’t wait to see the face of the ‘winner’ when his balls turn blue”, Shawn whispered into Bucky’s ear, causing him to giggle uncontrollably.

Shawn grew serious for a moment, and turned to address the two naked men tied up before him.
“Now, if either of you get any ideas about trying to come at us, or the antidote...” He waved the liquid filled needle in the air. “Know that Bucky here is going to hold on to it- and if he sees either of you make a wrong move... he'll dump it out before you even get near him.”
Bucky snickered. “Yeah... right. I will. And it's like... This is the last... the last...” Bucky turned to Shawn, and whispered. “Dude, what did we call this shit?”
“Getdickbackadine.” Shawn added, barely able to keep his face straight.
“Yeah!” Bucky shouted. “The last of that for miles! Maybe, like even the world!”
Shawn smiled, and handed the syringe to Bucky. “So you better make this count, assholes.”
Moving behind the chairs, Bucky and Shawn quickly untied their captives, and took several steps back.
The two naked studs jumped to their feet. Their hands remained tied behind their backs, so it took a moment for them to find steady footing.
Troy was sure his dick had gone completely numb. He needed to make this fight end quickly.
Quint's eyes darted from Troy to Bucky. The scrawny guy had the syringe... but he was faster than the little man. If he could only get---
Troy brought his bare foot up between Quint’s thighs, crunching his naked testicles into his body and making his muscular buddy grunt in pain and double over.

Quint clenched and unclenched his bound fists, his face contorted in pain. Troy really was an asshole. Still doubled over, Quint ran into Troy head-first, smashing his blond skull into Troy’s groin and eliciting an anguished wail.

Troy jerked his knee up into Quint’s jaw, making him see stars and stumble backwards, throwing his head back. Quint was wide open for another sack attack, that Troy delivered with the force and the precision of a football player.

His foot smashed into Quint’s balls with a resounding thud, squishing both of his balls flat into his body, causing Quint to roar in pain.

When Troy tried to land another kick to Quint’s manhood, Quint blocked it with his knee before snap-kicking Troy’s balls with all the force he could muster.

The garage was filled with grunts and groans, anguished wails, and the sound of feet and knees smashed into soft, tender flesh, as Troy and Quint went back and forth, gritting their teeth as each of them tried to get the upper hand.

Bucky and Shawn were leaning against the work bench, watching Troy and Quint wreaking havoc on each other’s genitals.

“Oooooh”, Shawn cringed in mock-sympathy after a particularly nasty nutshot. “There go his chances of ever having kids.” He laughed at his own joke and opened another can of beer.

Bucky chuckled and took another hit from his joint, while admiring the syringe in his other hand. “Yeah, dude…” He looked at the two fighters and said, “Who do you think will win, dude? The dumb one or the mean one?”

Shawn watched Troy and Quint for a moment. “The dumb one. You?”

Bucky grimaced as he watched another cruel, nasty shot to Quint’s big balls. “I don’t know, dude. The mean one has no mercy…”

The fighting went on and on. Neither Troy nor Quint was willing to give up, both of them fueled by the fear of losing their dicks. They were panting and grunting, their naked bodies wet with sweat, their limp dicks swinging wildly in front of their rapidly swelling testicles.

“You got twenty-eight minutes left!” Shawn yelled. “If we don’t have a winner, you’ll both lose your cocks!”

Bucky snickered and lit another joint.

Quint seemed to be in a better condition than Troy, whose face was beet red, his eyes filled with tears.

Finally, Quint managed to sweep Troy off his feet, making him fall onto his back with an agonized wail.

Quint lifted his foot and stomped down hard on Troy’s balls, grinding them into his body before lifting his foot and stomping down hard once more.

Troy screamed from the top of his lungs.

Again and again, Quint brought down his foot, hell-bent on turning the contents of Troy’s sack into testicle paste.

“I told you, my money’s on the dumb one”, Shawn yelled, laughing out loud. “Yeah, doofus, turn his nuts into peanut butter!”

Bucky chuckled. “You really want him to win, huh?”

Shawn chuckled. “He’s an asshole.” He raised his voice. “Come on, doofus, stomp his nuts into oblivion! What’s more worth saving – your cock or that little dick of his? It’s so small, he doesn’t need it anyway!” He looked at his watch. “Fifteen minutes left!”

Bucky burst out laughing.

Troy’s face was a mask of pain as Quint stomped down on his nuts again and again. His balls felt like they were on fire. A squishy sound echoed in his ears with every stomp to his tender testicles. He was losing. Losing against that idiot. He heard Shawn’s voice. “…asshole…little dick…he doesn’t need it anyway…” A strange feeling started rising in his stomach, like a fever, overshadowing the pain in his nuts. White. Hot. Rage.

Troy let out a primal scream and kicked upwards as hard as he could, hitting Quint’s juicy nuts dead-on, stomping them into his body.

Quint’s eyes bulged and his jaw dropped. A hoarse, guttural, wheezing groan escaped his lips.

Troy followed up with another hard stomp that caught Quint square in the testicles, lifting him off the ground and making him fall on his back, howling in pain.

Troy struggled to get up. He didn’t feel the pain in his nuts, he didn’t feel the exhaustion of a long, grueling fight. All he felt was an overwhelming urge to turn his rival’s nuts into ground meat.

“Eleven minutes left”, Shawn announced with a grin. “Gotta hurry up or both of your dicks are history!”

Quint was lying on his back, groaning in pain.

Troy opened his mouth. A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the garage as he lunged at Quint, jumping onto him, ramming his knee into Quint’s balls again and again while slamming his head against the floor.

Both Quint and Troy were roaring and screaming, grunting and groaning, as Troy went berserk on Quint’s manhood.

“Give up, asshole!” Troy screamed, powering his knee into Quint’s crotch over and over again. “Give up give up give up give up give up give up give up give up!”

Quint’s moans and groans turned into whimpers. With every knee to the groin, his nuts took on a decidedly less round shape.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Quint attempted one last feeble push away from Troy. His head hurt... and so did his balls. Maybe he'd pass out before his nuts caved in...
Troy continued his assault on Quint's balls.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

Quint tried to raise his arms again... but it was like they'd fallen off. He could feel them, but he couldn't move them. He wondered, would it be the same when his dick fell off?
“You win”, Quint whispered.

Troy continued bashing his balls, completely oblivious to his buddy’s surrender.

“You win”, Quint repeated, his eyes filled with tears.

Troy didn’t seem to hear him, incessantly ramming his knee into Quint’s balls.

Shawn emptied his can of beer. “What do you say? Are we gonna end this?”

Bucky chuckled and placed his joint on the work bench. “Sure, I want to see him with a smurf sack…”

Together, they managed to pull Troy off of Quint.

His eyes were wild, his eyelids twitching. “I win!” he barked. “I win! Give it to me! Give it to me!”

They carried Troy over to his chair while Quint curled up in a ball.
“Give it to me!” Troy barked. “Give it to me!”

Bucky chuckled and produced the syringe.

Shawn untied Troy’s hands.

As soon as his hands were free, Troy snatched the syringe from Bucky’s hand.

“You’ll have to inject half of it into each of your balls”, Shawn said with a grin. “Or it won’t work properly.” He looked at his watch. “Better do it now. Three minutes left.” He turned to Bucky and winked at him. “I sure hope my watch isn’t broken…”

Troy didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his nutsack at the neck. His balls were bruised and badly swollen. Gritting his teeth, Troy jabbed the syringe into his left testicle, grimacing in pain as he emptied half of the serum into it. Then he pulled out and pierced his right testicle, making sure to press every last bit of the liquid into his swollen nut.

Troy pulled the syringe out and let it fall to the floor, closing his eyes and catching his breath.

Bucky and Shawn watched him.

At the other end of the garage, Quint had found a wall to lean against.

He watched Troy with flagrant hatred in his eyes.

Troy opened his eyes and looked at Quint. His pain-contorted face split into a mean grin. That idiot. In what world would his dick be more valuable than Troy’s? And it wasn’t even Quint’s anymore! The tattoo said it loud and clear.

Troy exhaled deeply. He won. His dick was here to stay. It was already feeling better. Actually, hadn’t it been feeling quite okay before the injection? He felt a tingling in the balls. The numbness in his dick had almost completely worn off.

Troy looked down at his crotch. Ahh. He was beginning to get an erection. He chuckled. That idiot Quint was never going to have one ever again… Tomorrow morning, Quint’s dick was going to fall off. A warm feeling spread inside Troy’s stomach. Satisfied. Pleased. Proud. He won.

Troy grabbed his dick and started jerking it. Yeah. He looked at Quint, a huge grin on his face. “Watch this!”

Quint stared back at him.

Troy chuckled, stroking his cock. Quint wouldn’t be able to do this anymore… The tingling in Troy’s balls intensified. It felt good. Warm. He grabbed them with his free hand, gently rolling them between his fingers. They felt so warm.

Troy let out a moan of pleasure. His dick was rock hard and leaking precum. He felt his orgasm rise. This was going to be the best orgasm ever!

Bucky and Shawn watched him.

Shawn was chuckling with excitement. He leaned over to Bucky and whispered into his ear. “When are they going to turn blue?”

Bucky grinned. “Any second.”

Shawn shifted impatiently, a huge grin on his face.

Troy’s eyes were closed. He jerked his dick faster and faster, gently massaging his balls. They felt so warm, like they were generating their own heat. Almost hot. Troy’s breathing quickened. His load was rising. He was coming closer and closer.

His balls felt so hot.

Too hot.

The first spurt of cum splattered onto Troy’s chest, a thick, creamy batch of spunk, thicker than usual. Troy’s grip on his balls tightened. The second spurt of cum almost reached his chin. Ropey. Way thicker than usual.

Troy squeezed his hot balls.

SPLOTCH!

Troy blinked, and forced his eyes open. “What the fuck...” Another jet of cum landed square on his face. A huge spurt. Big, Thick.

Bucky and Shawn stared Troy, their eyes dropping from his cum splattered face, to the security guard's crotch.

Shawn cleared his throat. “Did you hear that? That sound?”

Bucky swallowed. “Uhuh.”

 “Was that what I think it was?” Shawn whispered.

Bucky bit his lower lip.

Quint was watching his buddy, his eyebrows raising higher and higher. He had heard something. Like the sound a wet rabbit makes when it hits your windshield at 90 mp/h. He felt his dick twitch. What? He looked down at his crotch. His dick was chubbing up. Getting hard. But--- What was happening?!

Troy stared down his crotch, his hands frozen. Another huge spurt of cum splattered onto his chest. He fingered his nutsack, frantically searching... Searching for his left nut. To no avail.

There was no left or right anymore. Just one.

His left nut was gone. Liquefied. No trace of it left behind.

All that remained was his right nut. No. The only nut. The bigger one. His favorite.

His eyes fell on the syringe that was lying on the ground. He looked up at Shawn and Bucky who had sheepish grins on their faces.
At a loss for words, Troy shook his half empty sack at Shawn and Bucky. “What... What the--- What the fuck? What the--- What the fuck, man!!?”

Bucky cleared his throat. “Umm. Oops?” he said weakly.

Shawn burst out laughing.

Troy looked down, his eyes wide open in shock. He was clutching his half full sack in his hand. His last nut felt all tingly. It was getting softer. Oh no! No! Helplessly, he watched his dick go limp. Oh god no!

SPLOTCH!

Troy felt his fingertips touch. Where there had been his last testicle just a second ago, there was just an empty bag of skin remaining.

His last nut had dissolved into mush.

Troy’s dick squirted out one last slug of thick, dirty grey spunk.

Troy blinked, and he went very still.

Shawn was laughing his ass off.

“Stop it”, Bucky mumbled.

“This is even better than a smurf sack!” Shawn roared with laughter.

Troy blinked.

Quint was watching his buddy, his raging erection pointing at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He had heard two wet rabbits. And he had seen grey sludge come out of Troy’s dick. What did that mean?

“Hey”, Quint hollered.

With Troy in a trance and Shawn screaming with laughter, Bucky was the only one who heard him. He turned around and looked at Quint, a blank expression on his face.

“What’s happened?” Quint grunted.

Bucky walked over to the work bench, grabbed his joint, lit it and inhaled deeply. “His balls are gone.”

“Huh”, Quint muttered.

Bucky took another hit from the joint. “I must have mixed up the…” His voice trailed off.
“Huh”, Quint muttered again. He slowly got up, groaning, and walked over to his nutless buddy.

Shawn was slapping his thighs with laughter. “Can’t wait to tell Rocco about this!” he cried, tears of laughter running down his face.

Quint bent forward and tapped Troy’s forehead with his finger.

Troy’s eyes darted up, then down at Quint’s rock hard dick that was pointing at his empty sack as if it was mocking him.

“Where’s your gun?” Troy said in a toneless voice.

“Huh?”

“Where’s your fucking gun?!” Troy yelled.

Quint shrugged. “Car?”

Troy jumped up from his chair and ran towards the exit, screaming obscenities. Quint followed him, trying to catch up with him.

Troy opened the garage door and squinted into the sunlight.

The two bare naked men ran through the parking lot, heading towards Quint’s car.

***

Officer Leroy Williams and his partner Frank were on their way to the police station. A handsome 30 year old man with short black hair and a clean cut jaw, Williams whistled happily as he drove his squad car passed the strip club and the abandoned service station. They were making good time, no criminal activity in sight, and the radio lay silent. Maybe he could make a quick stop and pick up some flowers for his date tonight.

Turning the corner, Williams passed the little parking lot between the old tattoo parlor and the run down garage... and spotted two men... two naked men, who seemed to be arguing next to a car with an open trunk.

“You see that shit?” Frank blurted out.
Williams did see it. He did not want to see it... but he did, and hit the brakes.

The two naked men didn’t seem to notice the squad car. They were busy shouting at each other.

Officer Williams and his partner exited the car. The naked men continued their shouting match. The shorter one seemed furious about something, and was reaching into the trunk.

“Hey, step back! Hands where I can see them!” Frank shouted.

The two naked men turned to stare at the approaching officers. Williams stared back. What on Earth had happened to their... scrotums?

Without warning, the shorter one ran towards Williams, and kicked him in the crotch with a resounding thud.

Officer Williams let out an anguished grunt, doubling over and clutching his privates. Suddenly, his date tonight seemed very far away…

***

Bucky and Shawn were watching the scene from the garage.

After Troy had kicked the policeman’s groin, both he and  Quint had been tasered and overwhelmed before getting carted away in the back of the police car.

They stared at the parking lot in silence..

Bucky's eyes fell on the old VW Bus in the middle of the parking lot.

“What do you think”, Bucky said slowly, taking a hit from his joint. “Maybe we should go away for a couple of days…”

Shawn nodded slowly.