Friday, December 18, 2015

Leader of the pack

“I’ll show you who’s leader of the pack!” Cody grinned. He looked at the ceiling, spread his arms wide, opened his mouth and let out a loud howl.

There were another twenty minutes to pass until the Comic-Con Panel was about to begin, and the stars Teen Wolf were passing the time goofing around and getting warmed up for what was going to be another fun meeting with the fans. Dylan O’Brien, Tyler Posey and Cody Christian were standing together, joking and horsing around.

Cody let out another howl as Dylan and Tyler were chuckling and laughing. The three actors were good friends, and they loved to hang out together at every possible opportunity.

As Cody started howling a third time, Dylan winked at Tyler before tapping Cody in the balls with the back of his hand.

Cody’s voice cracked, and the werewolf howl turned into a surprised, pained scream. He doubled over, clutching his crotch.

Dylan and Tyler erupted with laughter

“That doesn’t sound like leader of the pack to me”, Tyler said cheerfully.

“Not at all”, Dylan chimed in. “More like leader of the nutcrack…”

The three guys burst out laughing.

“You hit me right on the tip”, Cody chuckled, grimacing in pain as he rubbed his crotch.

“I didn’t get your nuts? How could I miss those huge suckers?” Dylan raised his eyebrows.

“It's because his dick is so fucking huge”, Tyler grinned. “You have to go a lot harder to ram his dick into his nuts...”

“Well...” Dylan chuckled before aiming another slap at Cody’s crotch.

This time, Cody was prepared and twisted his hip, avoiding any potentially nut-threatening knuckle-to-groin contact.

“That was close”, Cody laughed. “You almost---“

He was interrupted by a hard, straight punch to the nuts courtesy of Tyler.

Cody let out a wheezing groan and sank to his knees, cupping his aching balls, his face contorted in pain.

“See?” Tyler laughed. “That's how you do it...”

Dylan and Tyler roared with laughter, slapping their thighs as they watched their buddy rock back and forth, nursing his manhood.

“Owwww”, Cody groaned, grimacing in agony.

“That was a good one, Tyler”, Dylan grinned.

“Yeah”, Tyler grinned proudly. “I crushed those fat babies.” His fist punched the air. “Pow.”

The guys chuckled.

From his position on the floor, Cody looked up at his buddies before bringing his fists up simultaneously, planting two hard uppercuts into their unsuspecting balls.

Tyler’s and Dylan’s eyes crossed comically as they started what sounded like a strange, dissonant duet of agony, moaning in pain as they doubled over, joining Cody on the ground.

Despite the pain in their testicles, the three hot actors couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of their buddies’ faces.

Tyler was the first one to recover. He got up, rubbing his crotch and smiling weakly. “Ceasefire?” he said.

Dylan pulled a long face. “Aww, I was so looking forward to turn you into a she-wolf.”

Tyler laughed. He slapped his crotch and grinned. “That’s not gonna happen, buddy.”

“The thing with werewolves”, Dylan continued, slowly getting up. “They usually overestimate themselves…”

Tyler grinned.

“And they love a good fight”, Dylan said with a smile. He looked at his watch. “We got fifteen minutes.” He looked Tyler in the eye. “I dare you---“

“Oh no”, Tyler said quickly. “No way. Not here.”

“I dare you”, Dylan started again, raising his voice, “to---“

“I said no”, Tyler interrupted him. “Come on.”

Dylan shrugged and looked at Cody.

Cody struggled to his feet.

“Your call”, Dylan smiled.

Cody chuckled.

It was a game the three of them had started on the set between shoots. It had started simple enough, as a game of dare. But pretty quickly, the dares had gotten out of control. After one of their dares had seriously delayed the shooting schedule because they had to go back into make-up, they had introduced a security pact. Whenever one of them proposed a dare, and another one didn’t want to go through with it, the third one decided whether it was okay or not.

“Go on”, Cody grinned. “We have plenty of time.”

Tyler let out an exaggerated groan.

Dylan laughed and rubbed his hands. “Okay, here it is. I dare you to play a game of Roshambo.”

Tyler rubbed his face. “Fuck.”

Cody clapped his hands, laughing.

“With Cody”, Dylan added with a grin.

Cody’s jaw dropped.

“The loser”, Dylan continued, “will take part in a charity event of my choosing.”

“Wait a minute”, Cody protested. “I thought it was a dare for Tyler.”

Dylan grinned. “Well, it is. It’s just that your nuts play a part as well…”

Tyler and Cody looked at each other.

Tyler shrugged. “Let’s get it over with”, he stood with his legs spread apart and smiled. “I’ll even let you go first.”

“You’re eager to get your nuts crushed, huh?” Cody said with a grin.

“Can’t wait”, Tyler dead-panned.

Dylan reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and started filming his friends. “Come on, we don’t have all day”, he grinned.

Cody grimaced, brought his leg back and sent his foot up between Tyler’s legs, connecting with Tyler’s crotch with a dull thud.

Tyler let out a hoarse grunt and doubled over, putting his hands on his thighs. “Fuck”, he groaned. “Fuck!”

Dylan and Cody high-fived, laughing out loud.

Tyler recovered surprisingly fast. “Spread ‘em, buddy”, he grinned at Cody.

Cody gulped and did as he was told.

Tyler winked at Cody before throwing a mean, hard kick at Cody’s groin, ramming his big, tender nuts into his body and lifting him off the ground.

Cody wailed in agony and started jumping up and down, clasping his crotch, causing both Tyler and Dylan to burst out laughing.

Cody’s eyes were clenched shut and his mouth was wide open, screaming from the top of his lungs, as his body was crippled with paralyzing waves of pain.

“This is priceless!” Dylan laughed, pointing the camera at Cody and zooming in on his face. “Say hi, Cody!”

Cody was in too much pain to react. His nuts were tough, and they had certainly taken a couple of blows in the past – but this was like nothing he had ever felt before. A full-on, unrestrained kick to his poor balls. He could almost feel his plums throbbing inside his jeans, pain radiating from the tender orbs through his entire body. Everything was on fire.

Dylan and Tyler were laughing their asses off.

“You should see your face”, Dylan laughed. “Is that a tear coming out of your eye?”

“It’s jizz!” Tyler mused. “He’s crying jizz!”

They roared with laughter.

Cody joined in the laughter despite the pain in his nuts. “You fucking bastard”, he chuckled, straightening and trying to shake the pain off. “Now it’s my turn again.”

“Go as hard as you can”, Dylan encouraged him as Tyler spread his legs and put his hands behind his head. “Make him choke on his balls.”

Cody chuckled. His nuts were hurting like hell, but he was eager to pay Tyler back. He pulled himself together and launched his foot at Tyler’s crotch with all the force he could muster.

Tyler let out a soprano squeal that made Dylan go into fits of laughter.

“That’s what I wanted to hear”, Cody grinned as Tyler continued to sing a high-pitched lament for his damaged testicles. He rubbed his own crotch, grimacing in pain, but with a proud expression on his face.

Tyler’s soprano aria lasted only a couple of seconds, though, and he quickly prepared to retaliate with another blow to Cody’s nuts.

They went back and forth, exchanging deadly kicks that elicited hysterical laughter from Dylan and anguished squeals from Cody and Tyler.

With every kick that found his balls, Cody felt weaker and weaker, and it was increasingly difficult for him to gather the strength to kick Tyler as hard as he deserved.

Tyler, on the other hand, showed a very consistent performance, delivering kick after nut-crunching kick, hard and precise, hellbent on lowering poor Cody’s sperm count.

The ninth kick did the trick.

Tyler’s instep connected perfectly with the big bulge in Cody’s jeans. His swollen nuts were crushed inside his underwear, flattened like pancakes.

Cody’s face paled and his cheeks puffed. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his eyes lost focus and he fell to his knees. He felt as if his balls had exploded inside his sack, pulverized by Tyler’s kick.

Dylan and Tyler were screaming with laughter.

“I give up”, Cody croaked before curling up in a ball and rocking back and forth.

Tyler did a little victory dance for Dylan’s video.

A moment later they were called on stage for the panel.

“Perfect timing”, Dylan mused, fumbling with his camera while walking into the huge room that was filled with fans and press reporters.

Tyler followed him, chuckling.

Cody was lagging behind, limping and groaning, his face a mask of pain. He couldn’t help but notice that Tyler didn’t show any of the tell-tale signs of testicular distress: His walk was normal and he looked perfectly relaxed, even cheerful. He even cracked a couple of jokes as he walked by the crowd, pointing at Cody and making fun of him.

Dylan and Tyler jumped onto the podium, waving at the crowd and mocking Cody’s funny posture.

“You’re probably wondering what’s going on with him”, Dylan addressed the crowd.

“He lost a dare, that’s what’s going on”, Tyler chimed in with a huge grin on his face. “I crushed his nuts in a game of Roshambo.”

Cody had a weak grin on his face. “I’m really sorry for all you girls but I probably won’t make any babies for a while…”

The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter.

Dylan and Tyler looked at each other and grinned.

Then Tyler got up, reached into his jeans and rummaged around with an exaggerated grimace before pulled out a protective cup with a triumphant expression on his face.

“You cheated”, Cody groaned.

Dylan and Tyler burst out laughing along with the audience.

“Oh, man”, Cody slapped his head. “I should have known. Usually, you’re crying like a baby when I hit your balls…”

Again, the crowd erupted in laughter, this time on Tyler's expense.

Cody and Tyler looked at each other and exchanged a couple of playful jabs aimed at each others’ crotches. None of them connected, much to poor Cody’s relief, and they hugged and patted each others’ backs.

The audience went wild.

“Oh, and in case you haven’t got anything planned for New Year’s Eve”, Dylan said with a grin. “Cody will be doing some charity work, and he’ll get his balls bashed in for a good cause!”

Cody’s eyes widened. “What?!”

“And the best thing is that there’ll be a live stream for all you fans out there!” Tyler added, smiling brightly.

Cody stared at him. “What?!?!”

Dylan laughed. “Check out Cody Christian’s Special Guest Star appearance at on New Year’s Eve! It’s gonna be a lot of fun!”

As the audience roared with laughter, Dylan leaned over and nudged Cody's side. Grinning broadly, he winked at Cody. “Now who’s leader of the pack, huh?”


Carter said...

You started calling Tyler Taylor halfway through
But otherwise pretty hot
I hope he gets his buddies back

Anonymous said...

Loved it! Really funny and hot, cannot wait for the New Year's Eve special ;)

Alex said...

Thanks for your comments, guys! I'm glad you enjoyed the story.

@Carter: Oops. Thank you for pointing out the Tyler/Taylor mistake! I'm terrible at proofreading my stories... I have corrected the mistakes... :-))

fooplaya said...

This was hot :) At first I was thinking it was actually in Teen Wolf, which could have been interesting, given werewolf healing. Just a thought :P

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback! That's an intriguing idea! I've never tried writing a werewolf story. I'll think about it... :-))