Friday, June 16, 2017

A friendly game of nutball (Jake meets Leo, Sammy and Tristan)

Special thanks to Jake for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves playing nutball with a steel-toed boot!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.


Featured in this story: LeoSammy and Tristan (click for pictures)

Leo looked at Jake and scratched his head. “This is tricky”, he mumbled.

The lanky 19 year old was wearing black cargo pants and a white t-shirt that looked like it was several sizes too large for the handsomen skater’s skinny body. His curly black hair was hidden under a baseball cap.

His school mate Jake nodded slowly. He was 20 years old, a tall and handsome young man with a lanky body and brown hair. “Maybe we should start over again?” he sighed, leaning back on the couch.

They were in Leo’s room, working on a school project, trying to construct a perpetuum mobile out of a skateboard. Maybe they had taken on too big of a task. Right now, the skateboard wasn’t moving at all, let alone perpetually…

Leo let out a sigh and leaned back.

He was sitting next to Jake.

With an annoyed grunt, Leo kicked the skateboard off the table.

Jake gasped comically. “Whoa! It’s moving!” he exclaimed with exaggerated excitement in his voice.

Leo burst out laughing, and Jake chimed in.

“Two more weeks”, Jake said. “Come on, let’s try again.”

Leo groaned and pulled his baseball cap deep into his face, slumping into the couch.

The door burst open and Leo’s friends Sammy and Tristan entered the room.

“Hey, what’s up?” Sammy grinned. The cute redhead’s jeans were riding low on his hips, exposing the waistband of his checkered boxer shorts below his tank top.

“How’s it hanging?” Tristan was shirtless, his tanned skin contrasting nicely with his blond hair and the white pair of cargo shorts he was wearing.


Both of them were carrying their skateboards.

“Hey guys”, Leo smiled and got up, greeting his buddies with the unique handshake that involved some deft moves with their fingers and ended in a simultaneous feinted back-hand slap to the crotch.

As usual, Leo botched the “feinted” part and smacked his buddies in the balls hard, prompting riotous laughter and coughs as Sammy and Tristan doubled over and rubbed their groins.

“You know Jake, right?” Leo grinned as Tristan and Sammy recovered from his friendly nut taps.

Jake got up and smiled shyly, scratching his head. “Hi there.”

He had seen Sammy and Tristan a couple of times at the skate park but they hadn’t really talked to each other much.

“Nice to meet you”, Tristan croaked, extending one hand while clutching his crotch with the other one.

When Jake made a step forward to reach Tristan’s hand, Tristan dropped to one knee and landed a vicious smack to Jake’s groin.

Judging from the loud smacking sound emanating from Jake’s loose pants as his ballsack slapped against his body, it was a pretty good blow, and Jake froze immediately, grimacing in pain and letting out a wheezing groan as he doubled over.

“Got you!” Tristan yelled triumphantly, as Leo and Sammy burst out laughing.

“Nice to meet you, too”, Jake chuckled, rubbing his sore gonads.

With a wide smile, Sammy extended his hand wordlessly.

This time, Jake didn’t fall for it.

He headed right for Sammy’s good and landed a nice, hard punch to the redhead’s low-hanging balls, knocking the wind out of Sammy’s lungs.

“Oooooffff!” He fell to his knees, his eyes clenched shut, clutching his crotch.

Jake, Tristan and Leo burst out laughing, and despite the pain that was radiating from his testicles, Sammy joined in, chuckling weakly.

“That was a good one”, Sammy said in a strained voice, nodding slowly. “Yup. You crunched them really good. You a professional nut-puncher?”

Jake shrugged. “Nah, I’m just a skilled amateur…”

Leo, Tristan and Sammy laughed.

Tristan looked around the room, his eyes falling on the toolbox and Leo’s skateboard. “What are you up to?” he asked.

Leo sighed. “Science project. Don’t ask. What about you? ”

Tristan and Sammy looked at each other and grinned.

Then they dropped their pants simultaneously, exposing their patterned boxer shorts, and kicked their pants away.

“You two up for a game of nutball?” Sammy grinned, grabbing his junk and making his hefty balls bulge between his fingers.

Leo rolled his eyes. “I told you we have a science project. We don’t have time for this shit.”

“Aww, come on”, Tristan chuckled, wiggling his hips and making his balls smack against his thighs inside his boxers. “I know you want to smash those juicy nuggets.”

“Just a round or two”, Sammy chimed in.

Leo hesitated, and Sammy turned to Jake. “What about you? Ever played nutball before?”

Jake looked at Leo. An almost invisible smile crossed his face. Then he turned to Sammy, an innocent expression on his face. “No”, he said slowly. “What are the rules?”

Leo had an amused expression on his face. He knew that Jake was a pretty good nutball player. Leo had seen Jake defeat one of the bullies at the skate park, leaving a serious dent on the guy’s ego, and a probably even more serious dent on his balls…

“You have never played?” he asked with a grin.

Jake looked at him, smiling innocently. “Nope.”

“Well, Sammy and Tristan are pretty good at nutball”, Leo grinned. “I don’t think I can let you play against them. They’ll turn your nuts to peanut butter!”

Before Jake had a chance to reply, Sammy and Tristan started to protest.

“We’re not that good!”

“Maybe he’s a natural!”

“Let him play!”

“You want to play, don’t you, Jake?”

They looked at Jake expectantly.

“Alright”, he said with a shrug. “Let’s do it.”

Sammy and Tristan high-fived, laughing, counting on an easy win against the new guy.

“What about you, Leo?” Tristan smiled.

Leo laughed, shaking his head. “I’m gonna watch you destroy poor Jake – from a safe distance”, he chuckled and jumped onto the couch.

His friends laughed.

Sammy turned to Jake. “Take your pants off”, he said with a grin. “We wanna see the targets…”

A moment later, the boys were sitting on the floor, wearing nothing but their socks and their underwear, their legs spread wide apart.

“Do you have a ball?” Sammy looked at Leo.

Leo grinned and pulled his nutsack through the fly of his pants, letting his bare balls dangle out. “I got two”, he grinned.

His friends laughed.

“Oh, you mean that kind of ball”, Leo said with a chuckle, looking around, searching for an object to play with.

“Why don’t we take one of my shoes?” Jake offered, lifting one of his boots up.

Leo grinned. Those steel-toed boots had been the weapon of Jake’s choice in the match against the bully that he had seen. Jake was pretty accurate with those…

Tristan and Sammy didn’t know that, of course, and they were enthusiastic about the chance of pelting poor Jake’s nuts with the boot…

“Great idea”, Tristan laughed.

“Damn, that’s gonna do some damage to our fun bits!” Sammy chimed in. “Let’s go.”

“You’re the new one so you get to start”, Tristan told Jake with a confident grin.

Jake smiled. He glanced to Leo, whose balls were still dangling out of his pants.

“Wouldn’t that be a better way to play?” Jake asked with a shy smile.

Tristan and Sammy looked at each other and laughed.

“Oh yeah, good thinking!” Sammy said cheerfully as he rummaged around in his shorts, pulling his bare ballsack through the leg opening of his boxers.

Tristan and Jake followed his lead, exposing their nutsacks.

Jake’s balls were average size, two nice, plump walnuts hanging low in his sack.

Tristan’s and Sammy’s balls were bigger, and their ballsacks looked very inviting.

Jake decided to go for Sammy’s juicy nutbag first.

As soon as the shoe had left Jake’s hand, Sammy knew he was in trouble.

The heavy, steel-toed boot sailed towards Sammy’s nutsack in a perfect arc and slammed into his waiting testicles toes first.

Tristan and Leo burst out laughing as Sammy howled in pain.

“Good shot!” Tristan cheered, clapping his hands. “Not bad for your first try!”

Sammy groaned in pain, massaging his aching nuggets.

“How are your kids, buddy?” Tristan teased his friend with a cheeky grin.

Sammy let out a grunt. “How are yours?” he mumbled, firing the shoe at Tristan’s crotch.

It connected with a wet splat, hitting Tristan’s right nut dead-on but missing his left one. Judging from Tristan’s surprised yelp, the hit wasn’t too hard, and Tristan laughed off the pain, mocking Sammy for his bad throw. “Ha! You almost missed them!”

Tristan grabbed the shoe and chose Jake as his target.

He missed badly.

The shoe slammed against Jake’s thigh, coming nowhere near Jake’s dangling nuts.

“Look who’s talking!” Sammy laughed. “You’re even worse than m---“

He was interrupted by a well-placed shot to his nuts as the steel-toed boot connected perfectly with his fat, bulging balls.

“eeeeEEEE!” Sammy squealed in a very impressive soprano voice that made his buddies laugh out loud.

It took a little time until Sammy was able to continue. He hurled the boot at Tristan’s nuts, managing to hit both of his balls this time, and eliciting an anguished wail from his friend.

Tristan’s throw at Jake’s balls was better than the first one, but there was some room for improvement.

The shoe sailed back and forth between the three players, and Jake quickly emerged as a favorite for the win. His aim was impeccable, and his nuts proved to be quite resilient. They took a couple of hard hits that landed right on target and would have made Sammy or Tristan shriek like a banshee. But Jake managed to shrug them off, grimacing and grunting, but otherwise unfazed.

Leo had a great time watching his friends play, egging them on and mocking them whenever their nuts took a beating. He oohed and aahed every nut-splattering hit, lightening the mood with clever remarks that made Jake laugh out loud while Tristan and Sammy mostly moaned and groaned.

“That’s another plate of scrambled eggs for you! You just can’t get enough, can you”, Leo laughed when Jake busted Tristan’s rapidly swelling balls with a particularly devastating hit.

“Ohhhh, that one’s gonna leave a mark! I bet your grandkids will come out cross-eyed!” Leo quipped when Sammy’s nuts were crushed by one of Jake’s patented forehand top spins.

“Guys! You gotta step up your game!” Leo yelled at his friends when they missed Jake’s nuts.

After almost half an hour of joyful, painful nutshots, Tristan’ ballbag was beet red and almost ridiculously swollen. Sammy’s wedding tackle looked even worse, with severe bruises covering the skin of his sack.

Jake’s nuts were a little red and a bit swollen but they were nowhere near the horrible state that his opponents’ balls were in.

With a grin, he dashed the boot at Sammy’s crotch, smashing his swollen gonads into his body and making him scream in agony as he curled up in a ball. “I’m out! I’m out!” Sammy yelled, clutching his sore nuggets, his legs kicking wildly.

Tristan bit his lower lip as he picked up the boot and tossed it at Jake’s crotch.

It was a solid hit that crunched Jake’s nuts with a dull thud, and Jake let out a miserable groan.

Jake grabbed the boot and eyed his target, the swollen beet-red ballbag that was dangling from Tristan’s boxers.

 “One down, one to go!” Leo said cheerfully. “Come on, crush his fucking nuts!”

Jake chuckled, weighing the boot in his hand. “Any last words?” he smiled at Tristan.

Tristan cleared his throat, grimacing in anticipation. “Like what for example?” he said weakly.

“Like ‘I give up’”, Leo said cheerfully. “That’s what the last guy said who challenged Jake to a game of nutball!”

There was a moment of silence.

Jake looked at Leo.

“Oh, shit”, Leo chuckled. “I mean, that’s--- umm… I mean, I guess that’d be an appropriate thing to say…“ He laughed nervously.

“The last guy?” Tristan looked confused as he stared at Jake. “What is he talking about?”

Jake blinked.

“You told us you hadn’t played this game before”, Tristan said slowly. “Did you lie to us?”

Jake smiled shyly. “Well…”

“I can’t believe it!” Tristan got up and let out a laugh, tucking his swollen nutsack back into his boxers.

Sammy looked up, his face a mask of pain. “What’s going on?”

“He lied to us!” Tristan said with a chuckle. “He fucking lied to us.”

All of a sudden, the pain on Sammy’s face was gone. “What?!” he said, getting up and standing next to Tristan.

“He told us he had never played nutball”, Tristan grinned. “But he has.”

“And he’s pretty good”, Leo said with a cocky smile. “But I guess you know that already…”

Jake smiled sheepishly.

“And the boot”, Sammy said slowly. “That was your idea!”

“I’m pretty good with it”, Jake grinned, playfully lobbing the boot at Sammy who quickly turned away to avoid getting hit in the nuggets again.

“Okay, you know what that means, right?” Tristan looked at Sammy, a huge grin on his face.

“Revenge!” Sammy said cheerfully as Jake’s eyes widened.

Leo burst out laughing when Sammy and Tristan lunged at Jake, quickly pinning the lanky young man down and tying him up with a piece of rope from Leo’s toolbox.

“Poor Jake!” Leo laughed. “I hope you don’t have anything planned with your girlfriend tonight because you’re gonna get your nuts crunched now!”

Jake grunted and groaned as Tristan and Sammy tied his hands behind his back and ripped off his underwear, exposing his junk. He protested fiercely but to no avail as the two skaters made him sit on the ground with his legs spread wide apart and tied his ankles to the metal frame of Leo’s bed.

Then Sammy put on Jake’s boots as Tristan slipped into his own sneakers.

“Holy shit!” Leo laughed. “You’re in for a ride!”

Sammy and Tristan turned to him and grinned.

“You lied to us as well”, Tristan said.

“What?” Leo raised his eyebrows.

“You covered for him!” Tristan went on.

Leo opened his mouth to protest.

“Don’t deny it! You knew that he was good, and you told us he had never played!” Sammy said.

Leo let out a nervous laugh. “Guys…”

A moment later, he was sitting next to Jake, naked, his hands tied behind his back, his legs spread wide apart.

Their balls were exposed and vulnerable, dangling between their thighs, awaiting their fate.

Simultaneously, Tristan and Sammy brought their legs back and sent them crashing into the two vulnerable pairs of testicles right in front of them.

Tristan’s sneaker-clad shoe collided with Leo’s nuts, making him scream in agony as the pain radiated through his body.

Sammy kicked Jake’s nuts with his own steel-toed boots, but Jake didn’t have time to appreciate the irony as his balls erupted in an explosion of pain.

Again and again, the two betrayed skaters kicked their helpless victims’ nuts, switching sides occasionally so that Leo would get a taste of Jake’s boots as well.

Leo and Jake were screaming and wailing, thrashing around, as their friends wreaked havoc on their vulnerable manhood.

Even though they had just lost a hard-fought nutball match, and their ballsacks were still throbbing inside their pants, Tristan and Sammy were having the time of their lives.

“Kick his nuts into next week!” Tristan yelled cheerfully, egging his buddy on while delivering a nut-crunching kick to poor Leo’s rapidly swelling manhood.

“Fuck yeah!” Sammy laughed as he smashed Jake’s balls into his body.

Despite the fact that Jake’s nuts had proven to be quite strong and resilient during the nutball game, they were no match for some hard, well-placed kicks with steel-toed boots.

After more than two dozen hard kicks, they were considerably swollen and fiery red, and Jake’s handsome face was contorted in agony.

He was begging for mercy, joining Leo in a choir of high-pitched pleas. “Stop! Please, stop!”

Finally, Sammy and Tristan granted their wishes and stopped the assault on their friends’ battered balls.

“You have enough?” Sammy said with a grin.

“Yes!” Leo and Jake replied simultaneously, grimacing in pain.

“Say that you’re sorry”, Tristan grinned.

“I’m sorry!” Leo cried.

“I’m so sorry!” Jake chimed in.

“Sound convincing to you?” Tristan turned to Sammy.

There was a moment of silence.

“Nah”, Sammy said with a shrug and kicked Jake’s bloated ballbag with all the force he could muster.

Sammy’s foot inside Jake’s steel-toed boot connected with Jake’s nutsack, flattening the swollen nuggets like pancakes.

Leo grimaced in sympathy, his own balls red like cherries, as Jake’s eyes crossed and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream that slowly turned into a decidedly non-silent wail as a tidal wave of pain washed through Jake’s body.

“Now that sounds convincing”, Sammy quipped.

Tristan and Sammy burst out laughing.

“Should we untie them?” Tristan chuckled.

Sammy took off Jake’s boots and picked them up. He handed one of them to Tristan and winked at him, glancing at Jake’s and Leo’s exposed family jewels. “Before we do that”, he smiled, “we’re going to have to practice our nutball skills, don’t you think?”

Tristan laughed as they took a couple of steps back. “Oh yeah, we definitely need to work on our accuracy!”

They focused on the beet red balls between Jake’s and Leo’s legs.

“The color is perfect for training”, Sammy mused.

“And the size is much better than before”, Tristan chimed in. “There’s no way we’ll miss them!”

They raised their hands and prepared to throw the boots at their targets’ crotches while Leo’s and Jake’s eyes were widening in terror.

Sammy winked at Jake. “Don’t worry, we’ll just train as long as we need to get as good as you are!”


4 comments:

Jake said...

That was great! I particularly loved Sammy squealing 'meeeee'.
I read it with my boots on for a bit of added irony.

Thanks!
Jake

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback, Jake! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :-))

John Smith said...

Loved the boots in the story :)

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, John! The boots were Jake's idea. :-))