Friday, December 11, 2015

Hanging around in the boxing gym (Aaron meets Ben)

Special thanks to our reader Aaron for the plot idea! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who prefers busting balls to working out!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.


Here’s Aaron’s inspiration for the story (extra special thanks for sharing these pics with us!):




Featured in this story: Ben (click for pictures)

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

The boxing gym was filled with the sound of gloved fists slamming against heavy punching bags.

“This is no fun”, Ben grunted between punches. “You told me it would be fun. But it’s not.” The 20 year old stud was shirtless, wearing a loose pair of red boxing trunks and black boxing shoes. Sweat was running down his muscular chest and his short black hair was dripping wet.

Next to him, his buddy Aaron was in much better mood. The 20 year old redhead turned to Ben and smiled. “Come on”, he grinned and playfully nudged Ben’s shoulder with his gloved fist. Like Ben, Aaron was wearing boxing trunks and boxing shoes. His body was lean and muscular, and the green fabric of his trunks contrasted sharply with the light complexion of his skin.

The big bulge in Aaron’s crotch indicated that he sported quite an impressive set of genitals – a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ben who couldn’t help but glance at Aaron’s groin now and then.



Ben mumbled something unintelligible and continued punching the bag. He was very self-confident, and he didn’t like it when one of his friends was obviously superior to him. And there was no doubt that Aaron outranked him in the dick department.

Aaron chuckled. “Maybe we should make this more interesting”, he suggested with a smile.

Ben shrugged. “What do you have in mind?”

“What about a boxing match?” Aaron suggested, assuming a fighting stance and lifting his hands protectively before starting to dance around Ben, pretending to throw punches at him but stopping short of hitting him.

Ben winced and shifted uncomfortably. “Stop it”, he grumbled. He lashed out listlessly, aiming for Aaron’s head.

Aaron ducked Ben’s punch and squatted down before hitting a straight punch aimed right at Ben’s crotch.

He connected perfectly. Aaron’s gloved fist slammed into the Ben’s soft package, crunching his nuts with a dull thud. His flimsy boxing trunks offered absolutely no protection, and Ben’s balls were flattened into his body.

Ben’s eyes widened. There was a little delay before the pain hit him, and Ben looked down at his crotch incredulously, watching his junk swing back and forth against the thin fabric of his trunks as Aaron withdraw his fist. A split-second later, Ben felt it. The pain came slowly, radiating from his lower abdomen into his stomach.

“Ugh”, Ben grunted.

From his stomach, the pain moved on, setting every fiber of his body on fire. His chest tightened and he let out a wheezing groan. His throat started aching. His eyes filled with water. His ears were ringing.

Ben let out a strangled grunt as he doubled over, cupping his crotch and groaning in agony.

A strange sound echoed in his ear. It seemed far away and yet very close. Through the tears in his eyes, Ben looked at Aaron and found the source of the sound: Aaron was laughing his ass off.

“Yes!” Aaron roared with laughter. “Right in the fucking nuts!”

Ben just let out a wheezing groan that made Aaron laugh even harder.

“Remember to keep your guard up!” Aaron playfully tapped Ben’s forehead with his boxing glove. “That’s most important in boxing!”

“That was a low blow”, Ben croaked.

“Yes, it was!” Aaron laughed. “A perfect one!”

“Ughghgh”, Ben groaned. He tried to comfort his balls with his hands but the boxing gloves made that impossible, and he inadvertently squished his tender nuggets against his body. “Fuck!”

Aaron burst out laughing.

Ben let out a moan and straightened. “I think I’ve had enough for today.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows. “Oh no, come on! Just because your little nuts took a beating?”

Ben glared at him.

“Come on”, Aaron repeated with a grin. “Don’t tell me your nuts can’t take a little punch.”

“Of course they can”, Ben replied quickly. “They are tough as hell.” He tapped his groin with his gloved hands to prove it. Unfortunately, the impact renewed the pain in his gonads and he doubled over again, groaning in pain.

Aaron burst out laughing again.

“I have balls of steel”, Ben croaked, trying not to sound as miserable as he felt.

“Balls of steel my ass”, Aaron chuckled. “Either your balls are made of glass or you are just acting like a baby.”

Ben blinked. “Balls of steel”, he repeated, straightening and flexing his muscles in a brave attempt to look manly while his testicles were sending pain signals through his body.

Aaron grinned. “If you say so…”

Ben stared at him. He was in a tough spot. On the one hand he felt like curling up in a ball and crying himself to sleep. On the other hand he didn’t want to give Aaron the satisfaction. Any other man would have found a way to get out of the situation without compromising himself. But Ben wasn’t any other man. He couldn’t stand the thought of admitting inferiority. Somewhere inside Ben’s head, there was a little voice begging him to just keep his mouth shut. But Ben ignored it.

“Balls of steel”, he repeated once more, his voice dripping with confidence and pride. “Do you want me to prove it?”

The little voice inside Ben turned into a miserable whimper.

Aaron smiled at Ben. That was the reason why Aaron loved to hang out with Ben. That guy was just fearless. You could always depend on him to go through with an idea, no matter how ridiculous it was. And Aaron loved pulling his strings. “Why not”, he smiled “Are you sure you want to---”

“Sure! Anyway you want it!” Ben shot back.

Aaron chuckled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t! My balls can take it!” Ben snapped.

Aaron smiled. “But you can’t defend yourself---“

“I won’t!” Ben interrupted him. “I don’t have to! I told you, balls of steel!”

Aaron chuckled. “So if we, say, tie your hand behind your back---“

“Sure! Tie me up and use my balls as a punching bag!” Ben said with a confident smile. The little voice inside his head had been completely silenced by another voice. A loud voice. A voice that sounded vaguely like Donald Trump. That voice kept pushing him and egging him on, and Ben was only too willing to listen to it.

“They’ll work great as a punching bag!” Ben added with a confident smile. “They’re fucking huge!”

Aaron laughed. “They are?”

“Fucking huge”, Ben bragged. “Biggest balls in the room.”

Aaron chuckled.

“You don’t believe me, huh?” Ben smiled. He pulled off his boxing gloves, threw them away and pulled down his boxing trunks, exposing his big dick and fat, low-hanging balls.

“You’re not wearing a jockstrap?” Aaron chuckled. “Well, that explains a lot…”

Ben scoffed. “Jockstraps are for pussies.” He looked down at his junk. His dick was rock-hard and pointing at the ceiling, as usual when his ego had taken over.

Aaron looked around until he spotted a rope. “Okay, let’s do this”, he smiled. “If you’re still willing to go through---“

“Of course I am!” Ben roared. “Balls of steel, right?”

“Balls of steel”, Aaron chuckled. “We’ll see…”

When Aaron lowered one of the heavy punching bags and started tying his hands to the carbine hook that held it, Ben was starting to have second thoughts – but it was too late.

A little while later he was hanging from the punching bag in a rather uncomfortable position. His hands were tied to the hook and his legs were spread wide and lifted up, with the rope tied around his ankles and fastened behind the punching bag.

Aaron looked at his handiwork and grinned. Ben was in a ridiculous yoga-like position. Who would have thought that this muscular stud was so flexible?

“Okay”, Aaron smiled. He put his boxing gloves back on and tapped them against each other. “Are you ready?”

Ben gulped. His balls were dangling very vulnerably between his spread thighs, and his dick had lost some of its firmness. The meaty dong was semi-hard and swinging back and forth as Ben was suspended in mid-air, hanging from the punching bag. “Balls of steel”, he said meekly as if trying to reassure himself.

To Aaron’s ears it didn’t sound very confident, more like a schoolboy’s attempt at sounding like a real man.

“Balls of steel”, Aaron chuckled and brought his fist back, his eyes on the target.

Ben’s dangly meatballs pulled up in their sack, trying to get out of harm’s way, but there was nowhere no go.

Aaron’s fist connected with a resounding splat, the heavy glove flattening Ben’s tender plums and his half-hard dick like a couple of meaty pancakes.

Ben’s eyes slammed shut and his mouth opened wide as he howled like a wounded werewolf. Attached to the punching bag, he was unable to move his arms or legs, and he was swinging back and forth, screaming in agony.

Aaron burst out laughing at the ridiculous sight before throwing a second punch at Ben’s inflamed testicles.

Once again, he connected perfectly, eliciting another anguished wail as Ben’s balls were slammed into his body.

“Your balls work great as a punching bag”, Aaron chuckled. “I really love this training!” He punched Ben’s balls once more as hard as he could, making Ben yodel in pain.

He was unable to defend himself as punch after nut-crunching punch met his dangling gonads.

Aaron was having a great time practicing his punches, alternating between jabs, hooks, uppercuts and crosses, making sure to give equal attention to both of Ben’s rapidly swelling balls.

“It’s funny”, Aaron shouted over Ben’s screams of agony, “you really get a feel for what’s effective. If I do this for example…” He demonstrated a Jab-Cross-Hook-Cross combination that sent Ben’s testicles flying around in their sack like bouncy balls, causing him to let out a soprano shriek. “…you instantly know that it works. Just by the sound of your screams.” Aaron chuckled. “It’s amazing.”

Aaron followed up with a more advanced combination that coaxed a much more sophisticated reaction out of Ben as he coughed, squealed, grunted, screamed and roared in agony.

Ben’s meaty balls proved to be an excellent target for Aaron’s punches. The two big orbs were swelling rapidly, causing them to hang even lower, stretching the skin of his nutsack with their weight.

Sweat was running down Ben’s naked body, and his face was beet red as Aaron pummeled his poor lowhangers with all the force he could muster, making the twin orbs bounce wildly and swing against his ass with loud smacks.

After a while, Aaron stopped and exhaled deeply. “Phew.” He wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm and smiled at Ben. “I gotta hand it to you, buddy, your balls are awesome!”

Ben’s face was a mask of pain. His balls were glaring red, ridiculously swollen and covered in black and blue bruises. He let out a miserable whimper. “Balls of steel”, he wheezed, causing Aaron to laugh out loud.

Aaron jabbed Ben’s puffy balls playfully. “Well, they seem a bit mushy to me”, he grinned as Ben let out an anguished wail.

The lightest touch was sending shockwaves of pain through his body.

Aaron took advantage of that by punching his balls hard, eliciting a high-pitched squeal.

“A couple more punches and your sack will be filled with nut soup, huh?” Aaron mused, smashing Ben’s bruised balls with another straight punch that rammed his testicles into his body.

Despite the pain in his balls, Ben’s dick was rock-hard and pointing straight up. Precum was leaking out the tip and running down the shaft.

Aaron chuckled and aimed a hard punch at the head of Ben’s meaty boner, flattening it against his taut abs with a wet squelch.

Ben screamed in agony.

“Do you think we can turn your nuts into soup?” Aaron smiled at Ben.

Ben stared back at him, his face contorted in pain. “Bullshit”, he whispered. “My balls are fucking indestructible!”

Aaron let out a laugh. “Man, you’re one of a kind!” He shrugged and assumed his fighting stance. “Alright, let’s see if I can prove you wrong…”

Ben’s eyes widened as his balls were the target of a new barrage of punches. Aaron didn’t hold back, hitting Ben’s poor testicles with mean uppercuts, well-placed straight punches and relentless hooks that alternately hit his left nut and his right nut, making both tender organs swell to an even more ridiculous size.

Ben was swinging back and forth, screaming in pain, his dick twitching and throbbing. Every punch coaxed out a few drops of precum that splashed around and coated his sweating body in a fine layer of sticky juice.

His balls were far too heavy and swollen to pull up to his body, so his orgasm happened without warning. Suddenly, his dick erupted with a huge spurt of cum that hit Ben in the chin before dripping down onto his muscular chest.

“Awww”, Aaron laughed as the first spurt was followed with a second and third one, making Ben’s dick look like an erupting volcano shooting lava all over the place, “look at that! Looks like I hit the jackpot!” He continued punching Ben’s throbbing balls, landing punch after nut-shattering punch as his babymakers unloaded their precious cargo in more than a dozen creamy spurts of spunk.

Ben was screaming like a banshee, his mouth wide open, his eyes clenched shut, as his load was punched out of his red, swollen balls.

Punch after punch connected with his nuts until Aaron was absolutely sure that his balls were thoroughly drained and completely empty.

Breathing heavily, Aaron took a step back and looked at Ben who was a groaning, grunting mess hanging from the punching bag, covered in his own stud sauce.

“Wow, that was an awesome workout”, Aaron said, catching his breath. He looked down at his crotch and chuckled. His massive erection was tenting his boxing trunks and there was a huge wet patch that darkened the green fabric. “Damn”, Aaron chuckled. “I never creamed my pants like that…”

He turned to Ben and let out a laugh. His naked body was wet with sweat, and cum was running down his abs and his chest. Some spurts had even found his face, and it looked like one had hit him right in the eye.

“You know what?” Aaron grinned. “We better hang you out to dry.”

Ben let out a miserable whimper.

Aaron took of his boxing gloves and freed Ben from his restraints. Instead of letting him curl up and nurse his bruised and battered balls, Aaron tied a piece of rope around the neck of his sack and pulled him up by his balls.

“No!” Ben shrieked as his body was lifted off the ground, his entire weight hanging from his fragile nuts. He was hanging upside down, sweat and cum dripping down onto the ground.

Aaron grinned and smacked Ben’s tight ballsack with the palm of his hand, crunching them flat and making Ben scream from the top of his lungs.

“Alright”, Aaron said and looked at his watch. “I think I’ll call it a day… See you.”

He turned around and walked towards the locker rooms.

“Hey!” Ben croaked. “Wait!”

Aaron chuckled and closed the door behind him.

In the locker room, a group of guys in their late teens were getting changed for training.

They greeted him cheerfully.

“Hey guys”, Aaron said. “There’s a little surprise waiting for you today. A friend of mine is hanging around in the gym. You can train with him if you like…”

8 comments:

Carter said...

That was great
Hope Ben gets back at Aaron some how

Anonymous said...

That was absolutely amazing, thanks Alex! Can I also say I loved listening to Ben's inner monologue? Priceless :') Aaron

Colton said...

Awesome story, when will Ben learn to just keep his mouth shut?

John Smith said...

Hot story! Love that he gets tied up like a punching bag!

Anonymous said...

Great story. I love that Ben's inner voice sounds like Donald Trump! "They're huuuuuge!!!!". That was funny. sequel please!

Alex said...

Thanks for your comments, guys! I'lm glad you enjoyed the story - I had a great time writing it! :-))

Michael W said...

boah very good, love tricking, hope he gets nutted, please more

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, Michael! Right now I don't have a sequel planned for this story, though...