Nutshot dummy (Thomas meets Ben and Kev)

Special thanks to Thomas for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who enjoys seeing jocks humiliated!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben and Kev (click for pictures)


“Thomas, my man!” Kev yelled as he sank into the lounge chair in the basement. The 20 year old stud was shirtless, wearing sweatpants and sneakers. He ran his hand through his brown hair and stretched his limbs. “I’ve been looking for you, buddy.”

Thomas looked at him and smiled. He was a handsome young man, medium built, with blond hair and a toothy grin. “Yeah?” He was lying on the couch, wearing a tank top and tracksuit pants.

“Yeah”, Kev grinned, leaning over and playfully slapping Thomas’ balls.

Thomas winced and let out a surprised yelp, cupping his junk.

Kev burst out laughing, and Thomas joined in, rubbing his aching package.



Thomas had moved into the dorm a couple of months ago, and he had quickly become friends with Kev and his buddies Ben and Colin. They had a lot of things in common: four jocks, handsome and easygoing, hot and popular, confident and cocky, a perfect team.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs made Kev and Thomas turn their heads.

“You found him”, Ben said, grinning. Like his buddies, Ben was 20 years old, a hot guy with muscles in all the right places. He looked like he had just woken up from a nap, naked except for a pair of boxer shorts, his black hair ruffled and rumpled.

“He was jerking off again”, Kev said matter-of-factly, laughing out loud as Thomas protested.

“Damn, now I know who’s responsible for those ugly stains”, Ben grinned, pointing at some suspicious spots on the carpet.

“Fuck you!” Thomas chuckled. “They were here before I moved in!”

Ben put his hands on his hips. “I’ve never seen them before.” He turned to Kev. “You?”

Kev chuckled. “Nope.” He leaned over and poked at the stains with his index finger before bringing the finger to his mouth and licking the tip. He smacked his lips and tilted his head like a wine connoisseur. “Tastes like you.”

Thomas laughed. “How do you know what I taste like?”

Ben burst out laughing. “That’s a very good question.” He grinned. “Kev?”

Kev chuckled. “Okay, you got me there.”

Thomas and Ben looked at each other and laughed.

“So you were looking for me”, Thomas grinned, sitting up straight. “How can I help you? Need a date?” He smiled cockily. “I know a couple of girls I can ask. Maybe they’re up for a pity-fuck. No guarantee, though, cause you’re both pretty pathetic. I ain’t gonna lie about that. After all, I don’t want any complaints.” He lifted his hand, pretending to talk into a phone. “Sorry, baby, but I told you that they’re not as good as me. I know you’re not used to not having an orgasm…” He dropped his hand and let out a laugh.

Ben and Kev looked at each other for a brief moment before lunging at their buddy.

The room was filled with grunts, groans and laughter as Ben pushed Thomas’ head into his crotch, rubbing his bulging package all over his face and making him inhale his manly scent.

“Who’s pathetic now?” Ben yelled, roaring with laughter.

In the meantime, Kev was trying to sneak his hand into Thomas’ tracksuit pants.

Thomas tried to fight back, but Kev managed to reach inside and wrap his fingers around Thomas’ plump balls, squeezing hard.

Thomas let out a muffled wail as Kev squished his tender nuggets with all the force he could muster.

“Fuck!” Thomas grunted into Ben’s crotch. “Alright, alright, you’re not pathetic.”

Kev twisted Thomas’ balls, making him let out a girlish shriek that made Ben and Kev laugh out loud.

“Apologize!” Kev yelled cheerfully.

“Fuck!” Thomas groaned. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Kev looked up at Ben, a wide grin on his face. “Do you think he means it?”

Ben laughed, pressing Thomas’ face into his crotch. “I don’t think so.”

Kev chuckled and tightened his grip on Thomas’ nuts, making him scream in pain.

“I’m fucking sorry!” Thomas squealed.

Kev and Ben looked at each other, laughing.

“Alright”, Kev said, relinquishing his grip on Thomas’ manhood a bit.

Ben let go of Thomas’ head and sank down next to him.

Thomas’ face was contorted in pain but he was laughing at the same time. “Could you let go of my balls, now?” he chuckled.

Kev pretended to think about that for a moment, his hand inside Thomas’ pants, playfully squeezing Thomas’ nuts.

Thomas winced. “Please?”

Kev chuckled. “We want to ask you a favor”, he said, smiling at Thomas while rolling his balls between his fingers.

“Anything”, Thomas grunted, grimacing in pain.

“We have a bet going”, Kev explained. “And we need you to be the ref.”

“Sure”, Thomas blurted out, gritting his teeth.

“Awesome!” Kev grinned, letting go of Thomas’ nuts, allowing him to double over and clutch his crotch.

Kev and Ben high-fived, cheering and laughing.

“So what’s the bet?” Thomas asked, grimacing as he massaged his aching balls.

Kev chuckled. “We want to see who is more dominant and powerful.”

Ben grinned. “See, we’re going to do a couple of moves and you’ll tell us who’s better.”

Thomas nodded slowly, his hands cupping his balls. “Okay.”

“Great”, Kev said with a grin. “Take your clothes off.”

Thomas blinked. “What?!”

“Take your clothes off”, Kev repeated casually before turning to Ben. “Wanna start with gut punching?”

Ben shrugged his shoulders. “Why not.”

“Wait”, Thomas said. “What are you---“

“Come on, take off your clothes”, Kev said. “We don’t have all day.”

“You’re going to do those moves on me?!” Thomas said slowly.

Kev chuckled. “Well, how else are you going to judge them?”

Thomas gulped. “But---“

Kev raised his eyebrows. “You agreed to this, remember.”

Thomas grimaced. “You’re not looking for a ref, you’re looking for a scoring dummy…”

“Call it whatever you want”, Kev chuckled. “Now take your fucking clothes off. Or do you need some help?” He leaned over to Thomas.

“No, no, no”, Thomas mumbled, jumping up from the couch. “No problem. Just a moment.”

He took off his pants and his tank top, revealing his muscular body. He had an average-sized dick and pair of balls that was slightly above average size.

“Wow, that’s what you call a monster cock?” Ben chuckled. “I mean, that’s what you told us, right?”

Thomas blushed. “It gets bigger when it’s hard…”

Ben laughed. “I sure hope so, cause--- Well, that ain’t no monster…”

“Better than nothing”, Kev shrugged, shooting Thomas an encouraging smile. “Right?” He glanced at Thomas’ crotch. “Not a lot better though, I’m afraid…”

Thomas squirmed uncomfortably, and Ben and Kev burst out laughing.

“We’re just kidding”, Kev grinned. “Your dick’s okay. For our purposes anyway…” He chuckled. “Now get up and put your hands behind your head.”

Thomas groaned. “Guys, I’m sure there are other ways to---“

Ben’s foot connected with Thomas gut, hitting him hard and knocking the wind out of his lungs.

Thomas let out a wheezing groan and doubled over, holding his stomach.

“Ben”, Kev chuckled. “Come on, we gotta explain the rules first…”

Ben laughed, patting Thomas’ back as he coughed and groaned. “Sorry, buddy, my bad.”

Thomas let out a groan, rubbing his abs.

“Okay”, Kev smiled. “Here’s how we do it. We’ll take turns, and you’ll grade our moves on a scale from one to ten. Got it?”

“Fuck”, Thomas grunted, grimacing as he straightened.

“Good”, Kev grinned. “Here’s the list that we’ll have to go through.” He produced a white poster and pinned it to the wall. It was filled with words that made Thomas’ eyes widen in horror.

There were two columns: “Gut” and “Nuts”, and the “Nuts” column was a little longer than its counterpart.

Thomas scanned the list, blinking nervously. “’Squish’? What does ‘squish’ mean?”

Kev chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough…”

Thomas opened his mouth. Then he closed it again.

“I guess we’re all set”, Kev grinned. He turned to his buddy. “Ben?”

With a chuckle, Ben kicked Thomas in the gut again. The kick was just as hard as the first one, connecting perfectly with Thomas stomach and making him grunt through his gritted teeth as he cringed in pain.

Ben and Kev looked at him expectantly.

Kev smiled. “On a scale of one to ten…?”

Thomas groaned. “That was a six.”

Ben raised his eyebrows. “That was more than a---“

“He’s the ref, Ben”, Kev interrupted him. “It’s his call.” Kev nodded at Thomas. “Ready?”

Thomas groaned and put his hands behind his head again, bracing himself for Kev’s kick.

Kev’s foot smashed against Thomas’ gut, eliciting a guttural grunt followed by a breathless cough.

Kev chuckled, a proud smile on his face.

“Five”, Thomas whispered.

Kev’s jaw dropped. “What?! Just a five? I---“

“He’s the ref”, Ben laughed. “It’s his call.” Whistling happily, he grabbed a marker and wrote his name next to the “Kick” line in the “Gut” column.

Kev’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s go for his nuts, now.”

Thomas looked at him, his eyes widening in terror. “Please, don’t---“

“No jerking off for you tonight”, Kev said cheerfully. “We’ll make sure you’ll have a nice, big sack of crushed nuts to look after …”

Thomas gulped.

Kev brought his leg back and delivered a hard, well-placed snap-kick to Thomas’ dangling ball bag, ramming his nuts into his body and flattening them like pancakes.

A comical, gurgling squeal escaped Thomas’ mouth.

“Sounds like a ten”, Kev mused, watching Thomas double over in pain.

“An eight at the most”, Ben grinned, stretching his leg.

They chuckled.

Thomas looked up, his face contorted in agony. “Nine”, he whimpered.

Kev let out a triumphant laugh.

“Wow”, Ben chuckled. “Not bad.” He winked at Kev. “Now I’ll show you what a ten looks like.”

Ben’s kick was right on target. His foot connected with Thomas’ balls dead-on. A resounding splat echoed through the room as Thomas’ nuts were flattened against his body, followed by an eery, high-pitched wail that sent shivers down his buddies’ spines.

Thomas’ face was a mask of pain, his eyes clenched shut, his mouth wide open. His head was turning beet red, and his carotid artery was protruding as every fiber of his body was strained.

He collapsed on the ground with a dull thud, writhing in agony, groaning and moaning in pain.

“See?! That was a ten!” Ben yelled triumphantly.

Kev nodded his head slowly. “Yeah, that was a fucking ten.”

Thomas was rocking back and forth, clutching his aching nuts, letting out little whimpers and wheezing groans.

Whistling happily, Ben put his second win on record.

“Wanna wait till he gets up?” Kev asked.

“Nah”, Ben said cheerfully. “This is perfect for the gut jumps, right?”

Kev chuckled and leaned down. “Hey, buddy”, he said, playfully slapping Thomas’ face. “Put your hands behind your head. We’re jumping on your gut, now.”

“Fuck”, Thomas groaned as he did what he was told.

He tried bracing himself for the impact.

Kev went first. He leaped up and landed square on Thomas’ stomach, ramming both of his feet into his gut, knocking the wind out of Thomas’ lungs.

Thomas let out a deep, guttural groan. “Seven”, he croaked.

Kev grinned.

“Just a seven?” Ben chuckled. “That’s easy…”

Without further ado, he jumped onto Thomas’ abs, making him grunt and cough in pain.

“Six”, Thomas whispered throatily.

Kev cheered, clapping his hands.

Ben shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, that’s just because you’re heavier…”

Kev grinned, pointing at Thomas’ abs. “Look at those footprints, that’s pretty cool.”

Kev and Ben burst out laughing as their buddy was moaning in pain.

“Let’s do the nut punch next”, Kev suggested.

“Alright”, Ben said, kneeling down next to Thomas.

He balled his fist and sent it smashing into Thomas’ balls, squashing the two tender nuggets flat and eliciting a high-pitched wail.

“Eight!” Thomas squealed, grabbing his aching balls.

Ben looked at Kev, a proud grin on his face.

Kev took Ben’s place and delivered a hard, well-placed punch to Thomas’ rapidly swelling babymakers, making him yodel like an overeager instructor at a postgraduate “The Art of Yodeling” class.

Fortunately, even though he had probably lost his ability to father children, Thomas hadn’t lost his humor.

“Nine and a half!” he squealed in a soprano voice, making Kev and Ben roar with laughter.

“Nice!” Kev grinned.

They moved on to the gut punch, making Thomas get up and put his hands behind his head before delivering two hard, straight punches to Thomas’ stomach. It was close, and Thomas wasn’t able to declare a winner, so they went on and on, punching poor Thomas in the gut over and over again.

After more than dozen punches, Thomas was finally able to call the race for Ben who erupted in jubilant cheers.

Thomas was panting and moaning, his washboard abs red and sore, his muscular body covered in a glistening layer of sweat.

Kev won the “knee in the nuts” challenge easily, making Thomas’ eyes cross with a very artfully executed lift and grind move that all but pulverized Thomas’ testicles.

It was rated a perfect ten, and rightfully so.

Ben’s less fancy straight knee scored a meager six.

Thomas was on his knees, clutching his aching gonads, whimpering in pain.

“I’m better at the nuts, and you’re better at the gut”, Kev said, looking at the score.

“Yeah”, Ben said, grabbing a baseball bat from behind the couch. “But I’m really, really god at this…”

Kev chuckled.

“Spread your legs, buddy”, Ben said cheerfully, kindly helping Thomas up.

Thomas’ balls were red and slightly swollen, dangling vulnerably between his thighs, matching the color of his abs. His dick was at half-mast.

“Fuck”, Thomas groaned, his eyes on the baseball bat.

Ben’s eyes were on Thomas’ balls.

He brought the bat back and slammed it into Thomas’ crotch, squishing his juicy, swollen plums into his pelvis with a wet splat.

“Ooooooooooh!” Kev cringed in sympathy, cupping his balls as he watched Thomas collapse on the floor, his mouth wide open in a silent scream. “Damn, that was a good one!”

Ben laughed, watching Thomas try and regain his voice as he gasped for breath, his eyes clenched shut. “Shhh! I wanna hear him say it!”

Thomas’ eyes opened. They were filled with tears. “Ten”, he whispered.

“Ten!” Ben roared. “Fuck yeah!”

It took a moment until Thomas was able to stand up straight again.

Kev waited patiently, weighing the baseball bat in his hands.

As soon as Thomas’ legs were spread, Kev brought the bat up between his legs, hitting both of Thomas poor balls perfectly.

Thomas let out a wheezing groan, sinking to his knees, his eyebrows raised, his mouth forming a cute little O.

There was a moment of complete silence as Ben and Kev looked at their buddy, waiting for his judgment.

“Ten”, he whimpered almost inaudibly. “You really hit them out of the park…”

Both Kev and Ben erupted in cheers, high-fiving and performing a little victory dance as Thomas keeled over, clutching his aching testicles.

“It’s a draw”, Kev said. “Wow.”

While Thomas was recovering, Kev and Ben had a beer.

They offered one to Thomas as well – but he was too busy nursing his battered, bruised balls.

His nuts looked ghastly, beet red and swollen. And his abs didn’t look any better.

But Kev and Ben weren’t done yet.

Ben emerged as the clear winner from the baseball bat to the gut challenge, mostly due to the fact that he went second and aimed for the exact same spot that Kev had hit seconds before him. It was marked by a bright red spot that quickly turned purple after Ben’s well-placed follow-up shot.

After that, Thomas was on the ground again, writhing in pain, and his buddies decided to move on with the nut jump.

It was a difficult move to pull off. Thomas had to grab his dick that had grown filly hard by now, and press it against his body to avoid getting it jumped on.

“Wow, it really does get bigger when it’s hard”, Kev observed casually, a split second before he landed on Thomas’ nuts, squishing them flat.

Thomas screamed from the top of his lungs. “Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten!“

Kev laughed out loud as Thomas rolled to the side, his legs kicking, his voice cracking.

When Thomas was ready for Ben to jump on his nuts, Ben pulled out all the stops. He jumped up high into the air and came down hard and heavy.

Ben’s feet were perfectly positioned. Thomas’ swollen left nut was squashed under the heel of Ben’s right foot, and his bloated right ball was squished under the heel of Ben’s left foot.

For a moment, it looked like Thomas was about to pass out.

A sudden jolt went through his body, and he let out a short, high-pitched yelp that sounded like, “Awk!”

When Ben stepped off Thomas’ nuts, they stayed flat as pancakes for a split-second, before popping back into their familiar oval shape, albeit slightly more swollen and bruised.

Thomas lips were moving. He looked like a suffocating fish. His eyes were without focus, his nose was twitching, his eyebrows were dancing.

“I think he’s trying to tell us it’s a draw”, Kev said slowly.

Ben chuckled. “Probably.”

Thomas response was another high-pitched, “Awk!”, before his eyes rolled back into his head and he found his voice again, screaming from the top of lungs.

Kev and Ben looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Next up was the knee drop to the gut.

Kev went first, setting the bar very high with a strong, heavy, gut-busting performance that was rated a nine by a completely whacked and wasted Thomas.

Surprisingly, Ben managed to top that by bending the rules a little bit. Instead of using just one knee, he jumped on Thomas’ sore, bruised and beet red stomach in a perfect double-knee drop, eliciting a gurgling grunt and almost making Thomas puke.

The handsome jock was white as a sheet, his muscular body covered in cold sweat. His voice was trembling as he croaked, “Ten.”

Ben raised his hands, jumping up and down, making Thomas curl up in a ball in fear, even though Ben was a couple of feet away.

Thomas was a wreck, and there were still three more challenges to go.

In a generous gesture of mercy, Ben and Kev decided that Thomas could remain lying for the remainder of the contest.

“Thank you”, Thomas whispered, his eyes glassy, his balls severely bruised and swollen, his abs sore and red.

Thomas’ meaty dick was fully hard and leaking precum, and Kev had to hold it out of the way for Ben to perform the nut yank.

Grabbing Thomas’ swollen nuts with both of his hands, Ben yanked them up, almost lifting Thomas’ body off the ground as Thomas let out an anguished squeal.

Surprisingly, Ben’s move was only rated a seven by Thomas, and Ben was pretty sure that he’d lose this round.

But then Thomas’ nuts slipped out of Kev’s hands which were slippery with Thomas’ precum, causing Kev to score a meager two, and handing Ben another win.

Kev went first on the ball twisting challenge, and he made sure to wipe his hands dry on the couch first.

“Let’s see if we can twist those suckers off”, Kev mumbled, wrapping his fingers around the neck of Thomas’ sack.

Thomas watched him, screaming, a mix of shock, pain and fascination on his face, as Kev twisted his red, bumpy ball bag around and around, making his voice rise higher and higher until Kev let go of his balls, making them snap back and drop inside his sagging sack.

“Seven”, Thomas whimpered.

Ben grabbed Thomas’ nuts and rolled his balls between his fingers, feeling out his nut cords.

A shrill squeal from Thomas signaled that he had found them.

“Apparently, they’re still attached”, Ben announced cheerfully, squeezing the delicate strings with his strong fingers as Thomas screamed in agony. “Let’s see if I can get the job done.”

He twisted Thomas’ nuts with all the force he could muster, managing an additional 180 degree turn that made Thomas’ voice reach completely new heights.

Ben’s highly efficient efforts were rewarded with screams and squeals from Thomas, ungrudging praise from Kev, and a rating of nine, making him win the challenge.

With just one more challenge ahead, Ben had a insurmountable lead, and the last challenge wasn’t necessary to declare a winner.

But Thomas was in too much pain to realize that, and Kev and Ben had no intention to tell him…

“You were wondering earlier what the nut squishing was about”, Kev smiled. “Well, you’ll find out now…”

Ben chuckled. “You’ll probably agree with us that this is the perfect way to demonstrate dominance and power…”

Kev laughed and grabbed Thomas’ balls with both of his hands, digging his fingers into the tender flesh of his friend’s babymakers.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Thomas screamed as his balls were squeezed in Kev’s vise-like grip.

Kev let go of his buddy’s balls and grinned. “Now you know what squishing is.” He chuckled. “I bet you enjoyed it, huh?”

Thomas let out a whimper. “That was a fucking ten.

“Nice”, Kev chuckled. He clapped his hands and pointed his index fingers at Ben. “Over to you, buddy.”

Ben laughed. “Alright, my friend”, he grinned, kneeling down between Thomas’ spread legs. He cracked his knuckles. “Here comes the master squisher.”

Thomas let out a tiny whimper. He was completely broken, drenched in sweat, his nuts wrecked, his abs busted. Every fiber in his body was hurting, his gut, his balls, his rock-hard cock.

Ben looked at his swollen babymakers and grinned. “Time to squish them for good…” He separated Thomas nuts, making them bulge between his fingers, before pressing his thumbs into the meaty nuggets so hard that the nail bed under his thumbnails turned white.

Thomas eyes crossed instantly. His eyebrows rose. His jaw dropped and he let out a croaky, gurgling squeal as drool ran out the corner’s of his mouth.

Kev and Ben were roaring with laughter as Thomas saw his sex life flash before his eyes, mewling uncontrollably as Ben drove his thumbs deep into the core of his meaty nuggets.

His dick was twitching and throbbing.

He managed to blurt out, “Ten!” – but that didn’t stop Ben.

He had his eyes on a bigger prize: the creamy load that was simmering inside his red, hot, swollen balls.

“Ten!” Thomas squealed. “Ten!”

Kev laughed. “I think he wants you to stop.”

Ben chuckled, squishing Thomas’ nuts under his thumbs as if he was trying to pop out their core and turn them into meaty donuts. “Yeah, just a moment.”

“Ten!” Thomas shrieked.

Ben ignored him, pressing his thumbs into his juicy cherries. His smile widened. “Okay, wait for it…”

Thomas’ eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a breathless scream.

“Here we go!” Ben announced cheerfully.

A split-second later, a huge splash of cum shot out of Thomas’ dick, hitting him right in the face.

Thomas was screaming from the top of his lungs as Ben continued squeezing.

It was as if Thomas’ balls were going into panic mode, sensing their imminent demise, and trying to release their precious cargo in a dramatic and slightly hysterical overreaction.

Jet after jet of creamy jizz sputtered out of Thomas’ dick, showering his muscular body and his pain-contorted face in his own spunk as he screamed and wailed in agony.

Ben and Kev were laughing their asses off, watching their buddy glaze himself with his steaming hot load, completely covering his face with his own home-made salty frosting.

Ben jumped up and looked at Kev, wiping Thomas’ excess spunk in Thomas’ hair.

Thomas curled up in a ball, whimpering in pain, his wrecked nuts and ruined abs covered in slimy spunk. The taste of his salty cum filled his mouth.

“Fuck yeah! I’m the best!” Ben roared.

“All hail the king”, Kev chuckled, getting down on one knee and lowering his upper body.

Ben raised his hands, waving at an imaginary crowd.

Kev burst out laughing.

Ben grabbed the back of Kev’s head and pulled him into his groin. “Smell the king’s fucking balls!”

Kev’s let out a muffled laugh.

Ben let go of Kev and turned his attention to Thomas, a huge smile on his face. “Fuck yeah!” he roared. “Worship the fucking king!”

Thomas was too busy nursing his spent, battered balls to meet Ben’s legitimate demands, so Ben pushed down his pants and whipped out his dick, smacking Thomas in the face with his meaty schlong.

Thomas let out a miserable groan.

“Teabag him, King Ben!” Kev yelled.

“Fuck yeah!” Ben roared, straddling Thomas’ head before bending at the knees, letting his sagging nutsack droop over Thomas’ pain-contorted face.

“Fuck yeah!” Kev laughed.

“Fuck yeah!” Ben chimed in, grabbing his nutsack by the neck and smacking his balls against Thomas’ cum-covered forehead.

“Fuck yeah!” Kev repeated.

“Fuck yeah!” Ben yelled triumphantly. He started twerking wildly, making his dick and balls slap against Thomas’ head, literally adding insult to injury.

Ben was flexing his muscles, showing off his impressive biceps as he laughed and cheered and whooped with joy.

Thomas was moaning in pain, his eyes clenched shut. He didn’t see what Ben was doing, and he didn’t want to open his eyes and see it. He felt something slap against his face again and again, and he had a pretty good idea what was happening.

He could taste his cum on his togue. His eyes were burning. His balls were killing him. His abs were killing him. His gut was killing him.

Suddenly, he heard Kev laugh. “You know what a king would do now? He’d bust another load out of those balls. And he’d do it together with his best friend.”

Thomas opened his eyes in terror. “What?!” he croaked.

“Fuck yeah!” Ben yelled. “That’s what a fucking king would do!”

“What?!” Thomas repeated incredulously.

Kev and Ben high fived, laughing and cheering.

“What?!” Thomas whimpered.

Before Thomas had fully grasped the situation, Kev and Ben jumped him. Kev straddled his legs and sat down, holding them in place with his body weight, while Ben kneeled on his upper body, pressing his ass against Thomas’s face.

Thomas let out a muffled grunt as Kev grabbed his nutsack, presenting his tender, drained balls to Ben.

Ben balled his fist and started punching poor Thomas’ balls as hard as he could, brutally pummeling his aching babymakers again and again and again, throwing in a hard punch to his abs once in a while.

Ben and Kev were laughing and cheering, cheerfully mocking Thomas’ wrecked manhood as Ben’s punches rained down on his balls, making him scream and groan into Ben’s butt.

“Look at his fucking cock!” Kev chuckled, pointing at Thomas’ regenerated dick that was twitching wildly.

“Oh, we’ll make him blow another nice, creamy load”, Ben laughed, delivering a hard punch to Thomas’ throbbing balls.

Thomas let out a muffled squeal.

“He can kiss his sex life goodbye for a while”, Kev quipped.

“Good!” Ben chimed in, smashing Thomas’ nuts flat with his fist. “More girls for the king!”

“You should make him give them your phone number”, Kev laughed.

“Fuck yeah!” Ben chuckled, driving his fist into Thomas’ nuts.

“Sorry, baby”, Kev said, imitating Thomas’ voice. “My nuts are out of order at the moment. Why don’t you speak to King Ben, he’ll fuck you much better than I ever could…”

Ben laughed, slamming Thomas in the nuts hard, eliciting a muffled wail. “Fuck yeah!”

“What, baby?” Kev continued, nailing Thomas’ voice to a tee. “What do you mean, you’d like to know what it feels like to have an orgasm?!”

Another hard punch found Thomas’ nuts, flattening them like pancakes.

Thomas whimpered.

Ben roared with laughter. “The king will make you cum, baby!” he hollered as he brought his fist down again, nailing both of Thomas’ battered balls dead on.

Thomas’ second orgasm within less than an hour was a far cry from the geyser of spunk that had erupted from his dick in the first one.

Apparently, Ben had done a pretty good job squishing all the juice out of Thomas’ bloated lemons, because, this time around, just a couple of measly blotches of watery jizz poured out of Thomas’ dick. Milky rather than creamy, Thomas’ pathetic load oozed out of his dick and ran down his shaft.

Ben and Kev didn’t let Thomas’ dismal load bring them down, though.

They were cheering and laughing, mocking their buddy’s pain, as Ben continued punching Thomas’ balls as hard as he could in the hope of whipping up a creamier load.

But it was completely in vain.

Thomas’ disappointing second orgasm stopped as suddenly as it had started, leaving his dick barely wetted with his pitiful cum.

“What a fucking loser”, Kev chuckled, playfully smacking Thomas’ nutsack, making him whimper in pain.

“Not everybody is born to be a king”, Ben grinned, flexing his muscles.

The two studs got up and looked down at their friend, sneering and chuckling.

Thomas groaned. Strings of cum were sticking to his hair. His eyes were sore, glued half-shut with his own cum. His face and his entire body were wet with sweat and spunk. His abs were bruised and lobster-red. The spot where the baseball bat had connected with his body had turned an angry shade of purple, and the marks of his buddies’ feet were still visible. His dick was spent and shriveled, glistening with the remnants of his second, measly load. His balls looked like they had been run over by a lawn mower. Fiery red, black and blue, they were almost ridiculously swollen, dwarfing his soft dick and making it look pathetic and tiny.

It was a gruesome sight.

Ben and Kev burst out laughing.

“Holy fuck, that was fun!” Ben laughed as he gave his buddy a bro-hug. “I’m the fucking king of the world!”

Thomas let out a miserable moan.

“Hey, don’t get carried away”, Kev chuckled, playfully squeezing Ben’s shoulder. “You won’t be king forever.” He glanced at Thomas. “Do you think he’ll agree to be the ref again next time?”

Thomas groaned.

Ben grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “Does he have a choice?”

Kev and Ben laughed as they left the room.


“Hey, buddy”, Kev yelled as they walked up the stairs. “Don’t forget to clean up after you. There are enough of your personal stains on the carpet already…”