Friday, March 20, 2015

From stud to dud: THUD!

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”:

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.

The monotonous motor sound of the blue 1972 Volkswagen Transporter almost drowned out the music that was blaring from the ancient speakers at the front.

Rocco, Bucky and Shawn had grown used to the sound. The three buddies had been on the road for more than eight weeks, and they had listened to the music on the three mixed tapes that Bucky had found in the VW’s glove box for what seemed like centuries.

“…be sure to wear some flowers in your hair...” Shawn bawled out with the confidence of a seasoned stage performer, and the voice of a deaf cat. The 31 year old redhead was naked except for his biker boots and a pair of tighty whities that were in desperate need of a wash.

Next to him, on the driver’s seat, his friend Bucky sang along with him, matching Shawn both in confidence and in tone-deafness. The handsome 30 years old was wearing grayish long johns that had a couple of burn holes in them. His brown hair was messy and ruffled, and it looked like it hadn’t seen water or soap for ages. He took a deep his from his joint and continued singing, sounding like strangled dog. “…if you come to San Francisco…”

“…you’re gonna meet some gentle people there…” came a deep, off-key voice from Shawn’s right, sounding like a cheerful buffalo. Rocco was as old as Shawn, a big, hairy bear of a man. He was stark naked, letting his huge, limp dick and the two large, low hanging balls dangle freely. He had a huge smile on his face and patted the head of Captain Crunch. The big Rottweiler was crouched between Rocco’s feet and completed the tone-deaf quartet by howling happily along with the three humans.

Almost two months ago, Rocco had been rudely awakened by his friends. His genitals had been aching horribly from what he had described as “the worst orgasm ever”. Shawn and Bucky had told him they were going on a road trip. It hadn’t taken a lot of convincing until Rocco agreed to come with them.

Rocco loved road trips. And he sure needed a change of scenery.

He had been grumpy in the beginning, after he had examined his balls and found that “the worst orgasm ever” had left his balls slightly lumpy and misshapen, like a pair of big potatoes.

On the third day of the trip, after Rocco hadn’t left the VW for three days, Bucky had presented him with a big jar of colorful pills and tablets.

“They’re vitamins. They‘ll make you happy”, Bucky had explained. “Take one or two of them whenever you feel like it.”

When Shawn had asked about the pills, Bucky had just shrugged. “Dog steroids.”

After having taken his vitamins several times a day in the last eight weeks, Rocco was feeling absolutely awesome. Even if the pills did nothing to lessen the constant pain in his big, lumpy balls, they were working wonders, not only lightening his mood but enhancing the muscles on his body as well. They made his hair grow faster, too, so almost all of Rocco’s huge, muscular body was covered in thick black hair now.

“…San Francisco…” the trio roared, with Captain Crunch howling like a werewolf.

Bucky was going full speed on the deserted highway. They were going home. It seemed like a good time to return. Rocco was feeling much better, and Shawn and Bucky had almost forgotten about the nutless madman that had been the real reason for their hasty departure…

Suddenly, Shawn spotted a car on the other side of the road. He stopped singing and squinted.

“Volkswagen!” Shawn shouted cheerfully and slammed his fists into Rocco’s and Bucky’s nuts at the same time.

Both Rocco and Bucky let out surprised yelps, and the car swerved back and forth until Bucky managed to get it under control again, trying to ignore the sharp pain that rose from his aching testicles.

“Good one”, Rocco grunted, cupping his bare balls and grimacing in pain.

Bucky honked wildly as the VW Beetle passed them.

“You know, maybe we should put the games on hold for a while, dude”, Bucky said, grimacing in pain. He looked at Shawn.

“No way, dickhead”, Shawn laughed. “The games are fun!”

Bucky took a hit from the joint while massaging the bulge in his long johns with his other hand, letting go of the steering wheel in the process. The VW drifted dangerously to the right and drove on the oncoming lane until Bucky grabbed the wheel again and steered it back.

“Yeah, they are, dude, you know”, Bucky said in strained voice. “It’s just, you know, my balls are really sore, and, you know, I guess the rules have gotten really conmplicated. You know what I mean?” He glanced at Rocco. “Right, big guy?”

Rocco shrugged. “I dunno. What are the rules again?”

Bucky grinned. “See?”

Shawn scoffed. “There’s nothing complicated about the rules, dickhead. Volkswagen: sack tap. Harley: nut kick. Toyota: nut kick. Chevy: sack tap. Truck stop: nut kick for everyone. Silo: sack tap. Horse: nut kick. Train: nut kick. Sun glasses: nut kick from behind.” He paused. “What’s complicated about that?” He turned to Rocco. “Right, big guy?”

Rocco shrugged. “Doesn’t sound complicated to me.”

Bucky grimaced. “Okay, but, you know, my balls are really sore and---“

“You don’t need them anyway, right?” Shawn interrupted him. “I mean, when we started, you were all ‘We’ll be banging chicks left and right, man.’ But, I ask you, buddy: Where are the girls?”

Bucky kept his eyes on the road.

“Where are the girls?” Shawn repeated. “Tell me, dickhead, where are--- Harley! Fuck yeah!” He pointed at a deserted gas station by the side of the road.

Captain Crunch barked excitedly.

Bucky hit the brakes and pulled over, steered the VW onto the gas station. He parked next to the motorcycle that Shawn had spotted, and turned the engine off.

Shawn had a huge grin on his face. “And I choose…” His finger darted from Bucky to Rocco and back to Bucky. “You!” He chuckled.

Bucky grimaced. “Dude, do we have to?”

“Rules are rules”, Shawn grinned. “That’s one fucking nut kick for you, dickhead. Get out of the car.”

Rocco opened the door in the passenger side, and Shawn crawled out of the car, making sure to ram his knee into Rocco’s bare balls, eliciting an anguished grunt.

Bucky sighed and got out of the car. He adjusted his crotch and walked over to Shawn who was leaning against the sliding door of the VW, a huge grin on his face.

Reluctantly, Bucky stepped in front of Shawn, placed his hands behind his head and spread his legs.

Shawn grinned. “I love this game”, he chuckled before bringing his foot back and sending it crashing into Bucky’s crotch. His biker boot connected with Bucky’s balls and rammed them into his body, making him cough and collapse on the ground, clutching his crotch.

Shawn roared with laughter, pointing at Bucky who was writhing on the ground, moaning in pain.

“Need gas, sir?” a voice asked hesitantly.

Shawn looked up. “Sunglasses!” he screamed from the top of his lungs.

Bucky let out a groan.

The gas station attendant blinked. He was a handsome guy in his early twenties with short blond hair, wearing a pair of washed out blue jeans and a dirty tank top with a name tag. He removed the sunglasses to reveal a pair of clear blue eyes.

“Come on, dickhead”, Shawn laughed, playfully tapping Bucky’s butt with the tip of his boot.

Bucky groaned. He got up, spread his legs and put his hands behind his head. He stood with his back to Shawn, facing the gas station attendant who stared at him with an amused expression on his face.

Bucky smiled weakly. “Road trip game”, he said with a shrug.

The gas station attendant chuckled.

Bucky’s smile was wiped off his face when Shawn delivered a hard, nut-crunching kick from behind. Bucky’s jaw dropped and his eyes lost focus. A long, wheezing groan escaped his lips. His hands reached inside his long johns and clasped his balls as he fell to his knees, doubling over in pain.

Shawn was laughing his ass off and climbed back into the car, closing the door behind him.

Rocco had witnessed the scene and congratulated Shawn on the delivery of the nutshot. Captain Crunch was barking inside the car.

The gas station attendant adjusted his crotch and walked up to Bucky. “You okay?” he grinned. “I’m Trip.”

Bucky groaned. “Bucky.”

“Fun game”, Trip chuckled. “You need gas?”

Bucky shook his head and crawled back to the VW, his long johns slipping down and partially revealing his pale ass cheeks.

Trip grinned.

Bucky climbed into the van.

Rocco and Shawn were laughing their asses off.

Bucky looked at the gas gauge.

Trip was watching them.

Bucky’s eyes met Trip’s.

“You know”, Bucky said. “Maybe we should fill her up.” He climbed out of the car again.

Rocco and Shawn watched him talk to Trip.

The gas station attendant filled up the tank and disappeared with Bucky inside the station. A little while later, Bucky came out again, a bright smile on his face.

When Bucky was sitting in the driver’s seat again, Shawn looked at him. “He take weed in exchange for the gas?”

Bucky started the engine. “Something like that”, he said cheerfully, steering the transporter onto the highway.

They drove in silence for a while. Rocco had dozed off and Shawn was staring out the window.

“New rule”, Shawn said out of nowhere. “Tree means sack tap.”

Bucky groaned. “Oh, come on, dude, really?”

Shawn leaned forward, squinting. “Tree!” he shouted excitedly before slamming his fists into Rocco’s and Bucky’s crotches.

Rocco was rudely awakened by the sharp pain in his nuts, and he let out an annoyed grunt.

Bucky yelped in pain.

The transporter swerved back and forth.

Shawn was laughing his ass off.

A couple of minutes later, Rocco was sound asleep, snoring loudly, while Bucky and Shawn were singing along to the music that came out of the loudspeakers. “I got you to kiss goodnight, I got you to hold me tight, I got you, I won't let go, I got you to love me so!”

Shawn stopped, seeing something at the side of the road.

“I got you, babe! I got you, babe! I got you, babe!” Bucky belted out.

Shawn leaned forward.

Bucky was oblivious of Shawn’s observation. “I gooooooot youuuuuuu baaaaaa---“

“Tree! Tree! Tree! Tree! Tree!” Shawn shouted frantically, driving his fists into Bucky’s and Rocco’s gonads again and again, as hard and fast as he could. “Tree! Tree! Tree! Tree! Tree! Tree! Tree! Tree! Tree!”

Captain Crunch’s barks mixed with Rocco’s groans and Bucky’s grunts as Bucky lost control of the car, steering the VW off the road and into the forest where it came to a full halt when it slammed into a tree.

Everything was silent except for the final notes of Sonny and Cher’s love song.

“Tree!” Shawn croaked and raised his fists.

“Shut up, dude”, Bucky mumbled. He looked at his buddies. “You okay?”

Shawn and Rocco nodded. Captain Crunch let out a bark.

They got out of the car.

“Doesn’t seem too bad”, Rocco said after taking a look at the damage. He scratched his big hairy nutsack. “But how are we going to get this thing on the road again?”

Shawn glared at Bucky. “If you weren’t such a shitty driver---“

Bucky interrupted him with a hard snap-kick to his balls.

Shawn let out a cough and doubled over.

“Tree”, Bucky mumbled.

Rocco chuckled.

An hour later, all three of them were drenched in sweat, panting heavily. They had tried everything – but the transporter just wouldn’t move. They had tried stopping a car, but apparently the sight of a barking Rottweiler, two guys in their underwear and a stark-naked, hairy bull of a man didn’t seem to invite the kind of helpfulness they needed.

Only two vehicle had stopped: One had been a bus filled with elderly nuns that marveled at the sight of Rocco’s enormous dick. After taking a couple of pictures with him, they had taken off. The other one had been a VW Scirocco that had slowed down but had sped off immediately when Shawn had started sack tapping Bucky and Rocco.

Bucky lit a joint. “You know, maybe is is, like, supposed to be like this”, he said while exhaling smoke.

Shawn rolled his eyes and opened three cans of beer, handing two of them to Rocco and Bucky.

Rocco took a big gulp. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe”, Bucky said slowly, “maybe we are supposed to sit here in the forest and, you know, talk about stuff. You know?” He looked at his friends, smiling gently, his eyes half-closed.

“Tree!” Shawn yelled and punched Bucky’s nuts hard.

Bucky coughed and doubled over. His beer can landed on the ground, spilling its contents.

The sound of another vehicle approaching made them look at the road.

“Harley!” Shawn shouted. “Fuck yeah!” He grinned at Bucky. “I pick you again, dickhead. Get ready!”

Bucky groaned and complied, putting his hands behind his head and spreading his legs.

Shawn delivered a thunderous kick to Bucky’s tender nuts, making him howl in pain and double over.

The motorcycle stopped right next to them and the driver took off his helmet while Captain Crunch barked in excitement.

“Hello again”, Trip said. He rubbed his short blond hair, got off his bike and put the helmet on the seat. He was wearing a black leather jacket with various sewed-on badges.

Captain Crunch approached him and dug his nose in Trip’s crotch.

Trip winced. “Easy, easy.”

Rocco grabbed the dog by the collar and pulled him away, eliciting a whimper.

Trip looked at Bucky. “What’s the damage?”

Bucky pulled at the waistband of his long johns and glanced at his junk, grimacing in pain. “Some swelling. Some bruising. A lot of pain.”

Trip nodded slowly. “Yeah, well, I meant the bus.” He nodded at the VW.

Shawn scratched his head. “That dickhead drove it against a tree.”

Bucky glared at him. “Because you punched my nuts, dude!”

“Hey”, Shawn held up his hands. “It’s the game, right? Rules are rules.”

Trip looked at his watch. “I have a couple of minutes to spare. Want me to help you? I reckon together we’ll be able to get it back on the road.”

“Awesome”, Bucky said, smiling at Trip.

Trip smiled back at him. “Sure, man. My way to say thank you for that generous tip at the gas station…” He winked at Bucky.

Bucky grinned. “Awesome.”

Shawn cleared his throat. “My name’s Shawn, by the way.”

Trip nodded. “Trip.”

Rocco scratched his hairy chest. “Rocco. And that’s Captain Crunch.” He was holding on to the Rottweiler’s dog collar.

Captain Crunch let out an excited bark and tried to get closer to Trip.

Trip’s eyes fell on Rocco’s huge limp dick. “Wow. That’s got to be the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

Rocco grinned.

Shawn let out a laugh. “Yeah, it’s a big one. But…” He grabbed Rocco’s meaty dong by the head and tugged at it. “…it’s broken. Beyond repair if you ask me. See?”

Trip looked closer and spotted the tattoo on Rocco’s shaft. “Limp dick”, he read with a chuckle.

“That’s no lie. See?” Shawn grinned and yanked Rocco’s dick around. It had lost most of its bounce, like a worn out underwear band.

Rocco looked down at Shawn’s hand tugging at his dick. “Actually, I think I’m almost all healed up. Those vitamins that Bucky gave me are awesome. I’m feeling pretty good.” He grinned. “Better than ever, actually.”

“You’re shitting me, right?” Shawn chuckled, letting go of Rocco’s dick before slapping it and making it flop around a couple of times. “That thing is broken.”

Rocco had a confident smile on his face. “It’s gonna perk up any day now. I can feel it. It’s those vitamins.”

Shawn burst out laughing and slapped Rocco’s dick around some more. “Beyond repair. That’s what this thing is. It’s limp and floppy and droopy. You might as well just cut if off.”

“Shawn!” Bucky mumbled.

Shawn looked at Bucky, raising his eyebrows. “What? Somebody needs to tell him the truth. He’ll never get a boner again.” He turned to Rocco and shrugged. “Sorry, big guy – that’s how it is.”

Rocco shifted uncomfortably. Obviously, he was trying to come up with something to say. Suddenly his face lit up. “You could kick me in the nuts, right? That’s what you usually do. Maybe that’ll work?”

Bucky and Shawn looked at each other.

“Nah”, Shawn said. “It’s no fun anymore.”

Rocco stared at him. “But--- I’m sure it’ll be alright”, he mumbled.

Bucky, Trip and Shawn smiled at him.

Rocco looked down at his limp cock that hung listlessly between his thighs. “Gotta take a pill”, he muttered and turned around.

“Yeah, you do that, droopy dog!” Shawn shouted after him.

Trip adjusted his crotch. “Such a shame, a big fucking cock like that…”

Shawn’s eyes wandered down his body to the big bulge in Trip’s jeans. “Looks like you’re packing, too.”

Trip grinned. “Never heard any complaints from the ladies.”

Shawn shrugged. “If you say so…”

Rocco rummaged around inside the transporter until he found the big jar. He picked two pills and put them in his mouth, washing them down with a big gulp of beer. He shoved Captain Crunch into the car and closed the door.

“You guys nudists?” Trip asked.

Bucky chuckled. “Well, I guess he is.” He pointed at Rocco.

Trip nodded. “Cool.”

Rocco returned, a huge smile on his face.

“You okay, droopy dog?” Shawn chuckled.

“Hell yeah!” Rocco grinned. “Come on, let’s get that motherfucker on the road again!”

With united forces, the four guys managed to push the transporter out of the wood and onto the road again, leaving them sweating and panting.

Trip took off his leather jacket and wiped the sweat off his brow and adjusted his crotch.

“Thanks, man”, Bucky smiled.

“No prob”, Trip grinned at him.

Shawn looked at them. “Hey  Bucky, why don’t you get him a beer? I gotta take a piss.” He walked a couple of steps in the direction of Trip’s motorcycle while Bucky fetched four cans of beer and a fresh joint.

He held up the joint and smiled at Trip. “Want some?”

Trip shrugged. “Sure.”

Bucky lit the joint and passed it to Trip.

Trip inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, slowly letting the smoke out of his mouth. “Good stuff”, he said hoarsely.

Bucky grinned. “The best, dude.”

Trip took another hit and handed the joint to Bucky. “You an expert on good stuff, huh?”

Bucky chuckled. “I guess I am.”

“Nice hog you got there”, Shawn said, joining the group again.

“Road King Classic 1995”, Trip said. “My pa got it the day I was born. Gave it to me on my 17th birthday.”

“Nice”, Shawn said and opened a can of beer. “Got one myself. Newer one, though. Yours require a lot of maintenance?”

Trip shrugged. “She’s pretty reliable.” He looked at his watch. “I guess I gotta go. Nice meeting you.” He smiled at Bucky who nodded back at him.

“Yeah, thanks for your help, man”, Shawn said. “Bye.”

Rocco, Bucky and Shawn watched Trip as he put on his leather jacket and his helmet and got on his bike.

Trip waved at them and tried to start the motor. He tried several times to no avail.

Bucky walked over to him. “Problems?”

“Pretty reliable my ass”, Shawn mumbled.

Trip got off the bike and took off his helmet. “Funny. She’s never let me down before.”

“Look, we better get going”, Shawn said. “Got a bit of a trip ahead, you know.”

Bucky looked at Trip. “We can’t leave you here, dude.”

Trip shrugged. “I can walk home. It’s just a couple of miles.”

“No way, dude”, Bucky said, shaking his head emphatically. “You’re coming with us.”

Shawn rolled his eyes. “We’ll never get home if---“

“We’ve been on the road for almost two months, dude”, Bucky interrupted him. “Don’t be an asshole.”

Shawn shrugged. “I’m just saying we---“

“Tree”, Bucky said and kicked Shawn’s nuts hard, making him cough and double over in pain.

“Dickhead”, Shawn groaned, rubbing his sore nuts.

A couple of minutes later, they were in the van. Bucky was driving, Rocco was falling asleep on the passenger seat, and Shawn and Trip were in the back, with Captain Crunch between them.

Trip eyed the big Rottweiler suspiciously. The dog was showing a significant interest in his crotch, trying to get between his legs and sniff it. Trip pushed away.

Shawn was staring out the window.

“It’s a thirty minute drive”, Trip said. “Just follow the---“

“Volkswagen!” Shawn shouted and smacked the back of his hand into the big bulge in Trip’s jeans.

“Holy fuck!” Trip doubled over, clutching his crotch, his eyes clenched shut, gritting his teeth and rocking back and forth.

Shawn watched him with an amused expression on his face. “Oh, we didn’t tell you about our game, right?” he grinned.

“Holy fucking shit!” Trip groaned, his face contorted in pain.

Shawn raised his eyebrows. “You angling for an Oscar? Or are you just a weak-balled pussy.” He chuckled. “Okay here are the rules. Volkswagen: sack tap. Harley: nut kick. Chevy: sack tap. Truck stop: nut kick for everyone. Silo: sack tap. Horse: nut kick. Train: nut kick. Sun glasses: nut kick from behind. Tree: sack tap. Whoever spots it first gets to deal it out.”

Trip groaned. “Shit, man, I’m not playing.”

Shawn scoffed. “Sure you’re playing, man. Rules are rules.”

“The fuck I am”, Trip grunted.

“Pussy”, Shawn mumbled.

“Hey, listen”, Trip said, grimacing in pain. “I got a condition, okay?”

Shawn scoffed. “Yeah, your balls hurt when they are kicked. We all got that condition, dickhead. Doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun.”

Trip groaned. He spread his legs and rubbed his package. “Well, frankly, I don’t see the fun in it, you know? It hurts like hell and it makes you want to throw up.”

“Awww, the big bad biker is a pussy”, Shawn grinned and started rubbing his eyes and talking in a baby voice. “Boo-hoo, I can’t stand the pain in my little bawls. Boo-hoo, I’m a pussy. Boo-hoo.”

Trip glared at him. “No, that’s not what I mean. I told you I got a condition.”

“A condition, a condition”, Shawn repeated in a mocking sing-song voice. “You’re just a fucking pussy, that’s what you are. So stop crying and man up, dickhead.”

Trip frowned at Shawn. “Fuck you, I---“

“Boo-hoo!” Shawn cried. “Boo-hoo!”

Trip looked at Shawn. “Listen, I got three of them.”

Shawn stared at him.

“That’s how I got my name”, Trip continued. “Triple, you know? As in three nuts. Apparently my pa thought it was funny…”

Shawn’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t believe you.”

Trip groaned and opened the fly of his jeans, pulling out his ball bag that was filled with three plump meatballs.

Shawn grinned. “Wow.”

Trip looked down at his nutsack and fondled his nuts with an affectionate smile on his face. “Three balls hurt a whole ball more, you know…”

Shawn chuckled. “Wow.”

Trip patted his three testicles tenderly. “That’s why---“

“Train!” Bucky shouted and stopped the car at a railroad crossing that was flashing red. He turned his head. “Get out Shawn, your turn.”

Bucky, Shawn and Trip got out of the car. Rocco was sound asleep in the passenger seat. Captain Crunch seizes his chance to mark the territory.

Trip stuffed his overcrowded ballsack back into his jeans and shielded his eyes from the sun, looking in the direction of the approaching train. “That train passes here every day. Big-ass freight train.”

Shawn shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his crotch in his tighty whities.

“Spread your legs, man”, Bucky said with a grin.

Shawn put his hands behind his head and spread his legs, grimacing in anticipation. “You know what Trip is hiding in his pants, buddy?” he asked in a desperate attempt to deflect Bucky’s attention from his own set of genitals.

“I do”, Bucky said casually before sending his foot into Shawn’s bulge, crunching his nuts hard and smashing them into his body.

Shawn let out a miserable whimper and doubled over, cupping his groin and jumping up an down as the train rushed by.

Bucky had a satisfied smirk on his face.

When the train had passed, Trip turned around. “Did you see all those Beetles?”

Shawn blinked.

“All those brandnew Beetles on that train”, Trip said.

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “No, how many were there?”

Trip shrugged. “Don’t know, maybe fifteen, twenty.”

Shawn let out a groan.

“Alright, who do you pick?” Bucky grinned, his eyes darting at Shawn.

Trip blinked. “What? Why?”

“Volkswagen, dude”, Bucky grinned. “You spotted them.”

“He doesn’t play, right?” Shawn said quickly. “He’s afraid his three pussy whimp balls are gonna pop.”

“Dude, you really should play”, Bucky chuckled. “I mean, twenty kicks is not nothing, right?”

“Fifteen”, Shawn said. “And he doesn’t play.”

Trip grinned. “Maybe I am gonna play.”

“Right on, dude”, Bucky smiled. “Who do you pick?” He pulled down his long johns, revealing his dick and balls. They were average in size, neither tiny nor huge.

Shawn groaned.

“Come on, dude, show him your goods”, Bucky grinned. “He’s got a right to see the merchandise, right?”

Shawn blushed. “Dickhead”, he mumbled, making no move to drop his underwear.

Trip shrugged and pointed at Shawn. “I pick you, sight unseen.”

Bucky let out a laugh and pulled up his long johns again. “Alright, good choice. Shawn, spread ‘em.” He leaned over to Trip and whispered in his ear. “Kick them into his throat.” He patted Trip’s shoulder and grinned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Trip looked a little uncomfortable. He scratched his head and looked at Shawn. “Is it okay if I---“

“Rules are rules”, Shawn grunted, spreading his legs and putting his hands behind his head. “Just do it.”

Trip looked at Bucky who lit up a joint and nodded with a grin.

Trip brought his foot up between Shawn’s legs. It wasn’t a hard kick, and Shawn looked like he barely felt it.

“That all you got, dickhead?” Shawn laughed. “Fuck, I’ve been kicked harder by a schoolgirl.”

Trip cleared his throat and kicked Shawn’s balls again.

“Dude, you gotta make it count”, Bucky said.

Trip tried again, his foot barely grazing Shawn’s balls.

“Come on, dickhead”, Shawn grinned, shaking his hips.

Trip grimaced. “I don’t wanna ruin you, man”, Trip said. “I mean, you wanna have kids some day, right?”

Bucky and Shawn burst out laughing.

“Kids?” Bucky laughed. “You really think he should have kids?”

“You think I’d make a good father?” Shawn snorted with laughter.

“Think about how ugly they’d be!” Bucky cried.

“Fuck ugly!” Shawn slapped his thighs.

“And what chick in their right mind would wanna let him knock her up to begin with?” Bucky laughed.

Shawn’s eyes were filled with tears of laughter. “Yeah, wha--- Hey!“ He shot Bucky an angry look.

Bucky chuckled. “Come on, you haven’t fucked a girl in ages, dude.”

Shawn thought for a moment. Then he burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.” He looked at Trip. “Anyway, don’t worry about me having kids.” He assumed his position again and grinned. “Come on, show me what you got.”

Trip’s kicks got harder and harder but Shawn was able to shrug them off.

The tenth kick elicited a guttural groan from Shawn. The eleventh kick made him double over and cup his crotch. The twelfth kick caused him to drop to his knees and roar in pain. The thirteenth kick made him collapse on the floor, swearing and moaning. The fourteenth kick made him scream in agony.

“Yeah, that’s it”, Bucky chuckled, watching his buddy jump up and down in pain. “Now you got it.”

Trip grinned proudly.

“Final one”, Shawn said hoarsely.

“Make it count”, Bucky grinned.

Trip’s eyes were fixed on his target, the big bulge in Shawn’s tighty whities. He brought his leg back and brought it up into Shawn’s crotch with all the force he could muster. The tip of his biker boot smashed into Shawn’s precious testicles, hitting both of them dead-on and ramming them into his body, lifting Shawn off the ground in the process.

Shawn’s eyes bulged and his cheeks puffed. When he landed on the ground again, his knees met and he threw his head back in a silent scream.

“Awesome, dude”, Bucky laughed, patting Trip’s shoulder and handing him the joint. “How’d it feel?”

Trip inhaled deeply and chuckled. “Pretty great, man…”

Bucky laughed. “Yeah, looked pretty great, too, dude…”

The two shared a laugh as Shawn was screaming obscenities. “Fucking shit! Fucking shit! You fucking ruined them! Ruined them! Oh fuck!” He reached inside his underwear and fondled his nuts. “Oh fuck! Fucking shit! Look what you did to them!” He dropped his underwear and grabbed his reddened, swollen balls by the neck of his sack.

Bucky burst out laughing.

Trip looked at them, grimacing in sympathy. Suddenly, another thought crossed his head. “Hey man, where’s your dick?”

Shawn looked up, a puzzled expression on his face. “What?”

Trip’s face was pale. “Was that me? Holy shit! Did I kick your dick in?”

Shawn stared at him, holding his ballsack, momentarily forgetting about the pain in his nuts. “What?!”

Bucky started laughing.

“I’m sorry, man, I so sorry”, Trip started rubbing his face. “It looks gruesome, I’m so fucking sorry. We have to get you to a hospital right away! Holy fuck!”

Bucky was laughing uncontrollably.

Shawn blinked and looked down. Due to the swelling, his balls looked even bigger than usual. Above his thumb was his dick, a short stump of meat, barely longer than the width of his thumb.

“It looks gruesome”, Trip repeated with a horrified expression on his face. “Where is it gone? I must have kicked it deep into your body, and now just the head it is peeping out. Oh, man, I’m so fucking sorry!”

Shawn stared at Trip. Then he pulled up his pants, turned on his heels and climbed into his van.

Trip looked at Bucky who was laughing his ass off. “Come on, let’s go, we’ll have to get him to the hospital. Maybe they can save it!”

Bucky put his hand on Trip’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath. “I don’t think they’ll be able to save anything”, he chuckled. “It’s always been this way.”

“Oh.” Trip turned towards the transporter where Shawn was sulking. “Ohhhh.”

“What the fuck are you waiting for?! Let’s go!” Shawn yelled from the car.

Bucky chuckled and patted Trip’s shoulder before getting into the car. “You coming?” he grinned.

Trip nodded absentmindedly and climbed into the back of the van.

Shawn was looking out the window.

The sound of Rocco snoring filled the car.

Bucky started the motor and crossed the tracks.

Trip cleared his throat. “Listen, man, I didn’t mean to---“

“Silo!” Shawn yelled and punched Trip’s nuts hard.

Trip let out an anguished grunt and clutched his nuts, his eyes clenched shut, rocking back and forth. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit”, he muttered, his face a mask of pain.

“Fucking pussy biker balls”, Shawn mumbled before turning his head and staring out the window again.

A minute later, Shawn yelled, “Volkswagen!”, and punched Trip in his ballsack as hard as he could.

Trip’s eyes lost focus and he gritted his teeth, doubling over, groaning in pain and clutching his groin.

“Dude, you’re losing”, Bucky shouted with a grin.

Trip was in too much pain to reply. His eyes were closed and he rocked back and forth.

Shawn’s face broke into a grin. “Looks like they are really sensitive, huh?”

Trip nodded, his lips pressed together. “They are”, he said in a toneless voice.

Shawn chuckled. “I bet you hurt yourself all the time, huh?”

Trip looked up. “Not when I can avoid it. Sometimes when I get on my bike, I sit on---” He shuddered at the thought.

Shawn looked at him. “Yeah. That third nut is a nuisance, right? And you don’t even need it. Hey, look at it this way: you got a nut to spare! That’s awesome, right?”

Trip swallowed. “I like to keep all three of them, you know, and---“

“Toyota!” Shawn yelled as a small car passed them.

“Shit!” Trip mumbled.

Bucky slammed his fist onto the steering wheel. “Damn, dude, I should have called it! I saw it first. In the rear view mirror.”

“But you didn’t call it”, Shawn grinned. “That’s why Mr. Triple-Sack is getting kicked in his triple-sack.” He rubbed his hands, chuckling.

“Shit!” Trip mumbled again.

Bucky drove the car into a small parking lot by the side of the road.

Trip and Shawn got out of the car.

“You coming, droopy dog?” Shawn grinned and patted Rocco’s shoulder.

Rocco was looking down at his limp cock. “I’ll stay in the car”, he mumbled.

“You?” Shawn looked at Bucky.

Bucky glanced at Trip who was looking miserable at the prospect of getting his nuts kicked. “I’ll stay with Rocco”, Bucky said.

Shawn shrugged.

Captain Crunch tried to get out of the car but Shawn slammed the sliding door shut right in front of his snout. The Rottweiler let out a whimper and looked out the window as Shawn and Trip stood opposite each other, and Shawn told Trip to assume the position.

Bucky turned to Rocco. “You okay?”

Rocco sighed.

“Why don’t you take another pill?” Bucky suggested.

Rocco nodded and grabbed the jar.

Captain Crunch was watching Shawn and Trip from inside the car.

Shawn’s foot sailed into Trip’s crotch, crunching his three balls into his body and making him throw his head back in agony before collapsing on the ground, writhing in pain, his legs kicking wildly.

Shawn had a satisfied grin on his face.

Captain Crunch let out a whimper.

Rocco swallowed his pill with a big gulp of beer. “Maybe Captain needs a pill, too? He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.”

Bucky looked at Rocco. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Those pills would make him---“ He stopped himself. “Those pills wouldn’t be good for him.”

Rocco winded down the window and yelled. “Come on, guy, let’s go!”

Shawn opened the sliding door and climbed in, followed by a grimacing and grunting Trip who was cupping his crotch.

Captain Crunch tried jamming his snout into Trip’s crotch until Shawn grabbed his dog collar and pulled the dog back, eliciting a growl.

“He’s interested in your nuts, man”, Shawn chuckled.

Trip grimaced and sat down.

“Looks like he is not the only one”, Bucky mumbled under his breath while starting the transport and steering it onto the highway.

A minute later, they drove past a bar.

“Horse! Horse!” Shawn shouted.

“Oh no”, Trip groaned.

Bucky rolled his eyes and stopped the car right in front of the bar. “Where?” he asked, looking around. “I don’t see a fucking horse, dude! New rule: Wrong call: nut kick. Get out, dude, so I can---“

“There!” Shawn grinned and pointed at the neon sign above the bar. Next to the letters STUDS’N’MARES, there were two comically squinting, laughing horse faces.

“That doesn’t count”, Bucky said without much conviction.

“It does! It’s two horses!” Shawn protested. “It’s two more kicks for Mr. Triple-Sack!”

Bucky sighed.

“Rules are rules”, Shawn grinned.

Trip shifted uncomfortably. “Come on, man, this is my hangout, you know, all my friends are here…”

Shawn let out a laugh. “Even better! Then we got an audience!”

Rocco had a huge smile on his face. “Fucking awesome, I’m gonna go get a beer!” He got out of the car and hurried towards the entrance.

“Rocco!” Bucky shouted. “Don’t you want to put on some clothes?!”

The naked stud disappeared inside the bar.

Bucky looked at Trip. “Is he going to get into trouble?”

Trip shrugged. “The guys are cool.”

Shawn grinned. “You are going to get into trouble, biker boy. Get out and let me kick those weak biker boy balls of yours!”

Trip let out a groan.

Bucky, Trip and Shawn got out of the car, closing the doors and leaving Captain Crunch inside.

“Spread ‘em”, Shawn grinned at Trip.

Trip grimaced and adjusted his bulging crotch in his jeans before putting his hands behind his legs and spreading his legs wide.

“Two kicks”, Shawn chuckled, rubbing his hands and taking a couple of steps back.

The door to the bar opened, and Rocco came out, a glass of beer in his hands, accompanied by a group of guys in their early twenties.

Trip looked mortified. “Hey, guys”, he mumbled half-heartedly.

The group greeted him with whoops and cheers.

“Naked guy told us a three-nutter was gonna get kicked in the balls”, one of the guys said. “Figured it could only be you.”

The rest of the guys chuckled.

Trip grimaced.

“It’s a road trip game”, Shawn grinned. “I get to kick him twice.”

The guys cheered and whistled, some of them cringing in mock-sympathy.

“Alright, here we go”, Shawn said and, with a running start, kicked Trip’s balls as hard as he could.

The crowd erupted with cheers and applause.

Trip’s eyes lost focus and his cheeks puffed. His hands found the big bulge in his jeans and clutched his testicles. He tried to shake the pain off, clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back, groaning through his clenched teeth.

“Which one did he get? Left, right or middle?” one of Trip’s buddies yelled to the great amusement of the rest of the group.

 “All three of them!” another one shouted. “Look at his face!”

Trip sank to his knees, cupping his groin, gasping and panting. His face was beet red and he coughed and groaned.

Bucky watched him with a compassionate expression on his face, lighting a joint, while Shawn was laughing along with the rest of the crowd.

It seemed like ages before Trip was able to breathe normally again, and his buddies filled the time by taking pictures and making crude jokes and generally having a great time.

When he got up, groaning and moaning, Trip’s eyes were reddened and glassy and his face was contorted in pain.

Shawn chuckled. “Looks like he’s right: Three balls hurt a whole ball more…”

The crowd erupted with laughter.

The second kick was as devastating as the first one. Shawn’s biker boot connected perfectly with Trip’s overcrowded nutsack, flattening his bulge and ramming his precious, tender nuts into his body.

Trip started retching and gagging, doubling over and grabbing his groin while falling onto his knees. His legs were kicking wildly as he collapsed and curled up in a ball, rolling back and forth, grunting and groaning in agony.

“Show’s over, guys”, Bucky said, kneeling down next to Trip.

The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark.

“I kinda like the game”, one of Trip’s friends said with a grin. “Wanna come in and play, Trip?”

“Maybe another time”, Trip whispered in a toneless voice.

Trip’s buddies walked back into the bar, leaving just Bucky, Shawn, Rocco and Trip on the parking lot.

“You okay?” Bucky asked.

Trip groaned.

“Wanna stay here?” Bucky asked, patting Trip’s shoulder.

Trip shook his head. “If I stay here I’m gonna leave at least one nut lighter…”

Bucky chuckled. “Let’s bring you home.”

They got into the car where Captain Crunch greeted them with a bark, his eyes fixed on Trip’s crotch.

“I tell you, he’s after your nuts”, Shawn laughed.

He and Trip took their seats in the back of the van while Bucky climbed into the driver’s seat.

Captain Crunch kept barking and growling, trying to get his snout between Trip’s thighs, so Rocco grabbed by the dog collar and took him to the front of the car.

The lit joint between his lips, Bucky started driving.

“It’s just three minutes from here”, Trip said, grimacing in pain. He was clutching his nuts and groaning.

“It’s been nice meeting you, dude”, Bucky said, looking at Trip in the rear view mirror. I hope you’ll have a nice, quiet evening. Have a beer, you know, or smoke a joint. I can give you some weed if you like.”

“If I were you I’d jerk one out”, Shawn grinned. “There’s nothing better than blowing your load after you’ve been hit in the nuts.”

Trip looked at him, a skeptical expression on his face.

“Try it”, Shawn grinned. “It’s awesome. Right?”

Bucky shrugged.

“Yeah, it’s fucking awesome”, Rocco mumbled, looking down at the limp, floppy, useless piece of meat between his thighs. He reached for the jar of pills and put one into his mouth. He hesitated and added another one.

Captain Crunch let out a bark.

“Even Captain agrees”, Shawn laughed. “You should try it, it’s--- Truck stop! Yeah, fuck, yeah! I hit the jackpot! Nut kicks for everyone!”

Trip looked like he was about to cry.

Bucky parked the car in front of a run-down building.

“It’s closed”, Bucky said.

“It’s been closed for over a year”, Trip said.

“So what?” Shawn grinned. “It still says ‘Truck stop’!” He pointed at a weathered sign.

Bucky sighed. “Alright.”

Rocco clapped his hands, a cheerful grin on his face. “Get out everybody! Shawn’s gonna kick us in the nuts!” He opened the door and jumped out, slamming the door shot again before Captain Crunch had a chance to get out, too.

Bucky took a hit from the joint and glanced at the jar of pills that had fallen down onto the floor. “Maybe he should cut down on the drugs”, he chuckled before getting out of the car.

Shawn and Trip had joined Rocco outside, in the yellow glow of the van's headlights.

“Line up, guys, and spread your legs”, Shawn chuckled excitedly.

Rocco, Bucky and Trip did as they were told. Little moths were already congregating in van's light. The rest of the parking lot remained dark.
A cool breeze rustled through the trees.

Shawn looked at the row of men, and grinned. “Wanna take off your clothes, too, Trip?”

Trip glanced at the two guys who were standing next to him. Rocco was stark naked, Bucky was wearing nothing but his long johns.

“No, thanks”, Trip mumbled.

Suddenly, there was a huge commotion in the transporter. Captain Crunch was barking like mad, and jumping around, making the car shake.

“What the fuck, dude?!” Bucky said.

“Don’t pay any attention”, Shawn said impatiently, standing in front of Trip and preparing to kick his balls.

“Something’s wrong”, Rocco said.

“I’m sure he’s just playing”, Shawn said, bringing his leg back. “It’s nothing.”

“I dunno. Doesn’t sound like it”, Rocco said. “Sounds like something’s wrong.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing”, Shawn repeated.

The barking inside the van grew louder and louder.

The four guys stared at the van.
Shawn sighed. “I guess we should have a look, huh?” He lifted his finger. “But I‘m gonna kick your nuts afterwards!”

They approached the van and looked inside. Captain Crunch was running back and forth, barking and growling, spit flying from his snout. In the front of the car, some of Rocco’s pills were scattered over the floor, next to the empty jar.
Rocco's body tensed, his eyes darting from Crunch to the scattered pills. A look of panic washed over the large man's face.

“My vitamins! He’s eating my vitamins!” Rocco shouted.

He yanked open the sliding door.

“No!” Bucky, Shawn and Trip yelled in unison, trying to stop Rocco from unleashing the beast.

The second Rocco opened the door, the Rottweiler jumped out into the cool night air, barking wildly. The massive dog landed on the ground with a heavy thump, and stood there. His eyes were fixed on Bucky, Shawn and Trip. Captain growled, and took a step forward.
“Nobody move!” Bucky whispered.
Keeping very quiet, Bucky carefully pulled Rocco up beside him. “Dudes”, Bucky whispered.  “Captain is... uh... agitated… Shhh... We need to be very---”

Captain let out a loud bark- foam spraying from his mouth.

“Run!” Shawn screamed hysterically.
In a wild panic, all four men turned, yelling and screaming, and fled toward the abandoned truck stop.
Captain barked again, and rushed forward.
Shawn, Bucky, Trip, and Rocco ran, clambering over each other, with Captain Crunch in hot pursuit.

“Split!” Shawn yelled, causing the four guys to run in different directions across the parking lot.

Trip made it to the door of the truck stop, slamming his shoulder against it, but the door didn’t budge.
Shawn ran up behind him, and rattled the knob. “Shit!”
Trip spun around. “I thought you said split up!?!”

Shawn stared at him.
A bark issued from behind them.
Both men peered over their shoulders, to see Captain Crunch pacing toward them with a slow, grim, determination.
“Fuck”, Trip whispered. “What do we do?”
Shawn stood up straight and turned to face Trip. He placed his hands on the biker's shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
Shawn's grip tightened on Trip's shoulders. “I think I have a plan.”

“Good”, Trip whispered. He glanced at Captain who let out a menacing growl. “But you gotta act fast, man!”

Shawn's knee connected with Trip's crotch.
Trip's jaw clenched, his whole body going stiff. “Goddamn it”, Trip grunted.
The biker went limp, and fell backwards, crumpling to the ground.

Captain Crunch let out a triumphant bark. This was the moment he had been waiting for the whole day!
Shawn stepped back, as the massive dog lunged forward.

Trip raised his hands to protect his face – but Captain Crunch wasn't aiming for Trip's face.
Captain's eyes were fixed on the huge bulge in the human’s jeans. He bared his teeth and chomped down on Trip's nuts.
Trip let out a deep, throaty scream. His fists shot forward, and pounded on the dog's shoulders.
Captain Crunch shook his head, shaking Trip body and ripping the crotch of the biker's pants clean off. The dog took a step back, shaking the loose piece of shredded jeans in his mouth.
Trip scooted backwards on his butt, the mounded crotch of his bright red boxer briefs exposed through his torn jeans. Irrational thoughts raced through Trip's mind. He had bought the briefs online. They were fancy. They had a specially made pouch for a guy's balls so it was easier to ride his bike.
Crunch dropped the shredded fabric, and lunged again. This time Crunch's teeth came in easy contact with Trip's bulging sack.
The dog's teeth found two of Trip's nuts, and bit down.

Trip screamed from the top of his lungs. He felt the dog's hot breath on his sack, as sharp molars caught one meaty nut, and then another. The teeth bore down on Trip's balls. Crushing them. Cracking them. Crunching them!
A few yards from the van, Bucky and Rocco stopped their running as the night was pierced by a hoarse scream followed by a long, drawn out howl.

They heard footsteps approaching rapidly.

Shawn ran past them. “Get inside the van you idiots!”
The three ran like mad men toward the VW. A little island of light in the dark parking lot. Bucky took the lead, followed closely by Shawn and Rocco-

One. Bucky jumped into the van. “Get inside, Rocco! Get inside!” Bucky screamed.

Two. Shawn leapt into the van, and pushed Bucky aside. He grabbed the door.

Three. Rocco collided with the van, as Shawn pulled the sliding door shut in his face.
Inside the van, there was a moment of silence before Bucky and Shawn heard something.


Like an apple falling from a tree.

Bucky looked down at the floor. He squinted. What was that? It looked like a big bratwurst. Like a bratwurst with letters on it. He lifted his head and looked at Rocco who was still outside.

Rocco looked back at Bucky through the van's window. His body was pressed against the closed door. He had tried to jump in behind Shawn, but he had been too slow. He took a step back. Something was wrong. He looked at Bucky, who picked something up off the van's floor, and held it up.

Rocco tried to identify the object. Weird. That almost looked like his cock. And it had LIMP DICK written on it.

Rocco chuckled.


Then he looked down.

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