Bruised balls for birthday– part 2 (Jeffrey meets Zach and Manuel)

Special thanks to Jeffrey for the idea and a lot of details for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who likes to celebrate his birthday with forced milking and ballbusting!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Previous parts:
Part 1

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Zach (click for pictures)

“Here you go”, Zach grinned and took off Jeffrey’s blindfold.

Jeffrey looked around, a confused expression on his face. Last week, the handsome young man had turned 21, and his frat brother Zach had given him a very special gift: After punching his balls 21 times, he had locked up his cock in a chastity device, causing the fat, meaty monster to stew in the tiny cage for nine full days.

Zach had given Jeffrey some vitamin pills as well, telling him to take two pills per day. What he hadn’t told him: the “vitamins” were a special kind of Viagra pills, designed to keep Jeffrey horny and make him produce extra amounts of cum.

Jeffrey’s balls were brimming with spunk, filled to capacity with his pent-up load. He was so horny that he could fuck anything right now.

But his dick was still in the cage, and Jeffrey was still waiting for relief.

“Where are we?” Jeffrey said, his voice hoarse and raspy. He shifted from one foot to the other.

They were sitting in the waiting room of Jerk’n’Drain Enterprises’ lavish Campus Milking Station, surrounded by horny men of all ages but mostly guys in their late teens or early twenties.

Before Zach had a chance to tell Jeffrey, a young Latino approached them, a polite smile on his handsome face. He was dressed completely in white, and he was holding a clipboard in one hand.

“Hey, Mr. Johnson”, he said cheerfully, shaking Zach’s hand.

“Hey, Manuel”, Zach grinned. “This is Jeffrey. I made the appointment for him.”

“Ahh”, Manuel nodded and smiled at Jeffrey. “A quadruple on your first time.” He winked at him. “I hope your eyes weren’t bigger than your balls…”


Zach laughed politely.

Jeffrey just stared at Zach, his mouth agape.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself”, Manuel said with a smile. “I’m Manuel. I’m your orgasm assistant for today. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too”, Jeffrey mumbled.

“Alright, let’s see.” Manuel looked at the clipboard and studied the information. “A quadruple draining… Okay… Uhuh… Release form… Alright… Anal or testicular assistance?” He looked up at Zach.

Zach grinned. “A---“

“No anal”, Jeffrey said quickly. “Definitely no anal.”

Manuel looked at Zach.

Zach shrugged his shoulders.

“Testicular assistance then”, Manuel nodded and made a note on the clipboard.

Then he held out his hands. “Keys?”

Zach handed him the keys to the chastity device.

“Thanks”, Manuel said and smiled at Jeffrey. “Would you follow me, sir?

“Bye-bye”, Zach sing-songed with an evil smile. “Have fun!”

Mumbling obscenities, Jeffrey followed Manuel through the hall. Inside his pants, his locked dick was screaming for release. His balls were filled to the brim with pent-up sperm, bloated and swollen, throbbing and churning.

“Are you familiar with our services?” Manuel asked cheerfully as they walked down the hall.

“No”, Jeffrey said.

“There are almost a hundred Jerk’n’Drain Milking Stations in the United States”, Manuel said with a smile, rattling off the focus-group-tested lines that he had learned on his first day on the job. “We pride ourselves with delivering outstanding product while treating our sources with the respect and the care that they deserve. Jerk’n’Drain is a supplier for a lot of renowned pharmaceutical companies and cosmetics manufacturers around the world. Our extraordinarily high quality standards are unmatched, and we hold 75% of the global sperm market, making Jerk’n’Drain the number one sperm supplier worldwide.” He pointed at a door marked ‘Milking 5’ and opened it to let Jeffrey in. “If it’s sperm it’s Jerk’n’Drain.”

Jeffrey looked around. The room was filled with cubicles, some occupied, some empty.

Manuel led him the first unoccupied cubicle on the right. There was a massage table with a strategically placed hole in the middle. Below were various instruments and a wooden milking stool.

“Take your clothes off, sir”, Manuel said with a polite smile. “We’ll get those four loads out of you in no time.”

Jeffrey grimaced as he unbuttoned his shirt. When it came time to drop his pants, he hesitated and looked at Manuel.

“Sir?” Manuel smiled. “Would you like me to help you, sir?” With the unflappable expression of a well-trained waiter he reached for Jeffrey’s fly and unbuttoned it.

Jeffrey stopped him by holding on to his pants with both hands. “I don’t want you to milk me”, he said.

Manuel looked at him. “Sir?”

“This is a prank. Zach is pranking me”, Jeffrey said.

“Mr. Johnson?” Manuel raised his eyebrows. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, sir.”

“This is a joke”, Jeffrey said. “It was my birthday last week and Zach locked my dick up and told me he had a huge surprise planned for me.”

Manuel blinked. “Well, it is a surprise, isn’t it?”

Jeffrey grimaced. “Yeah, but not the kind that I was anticipating…”

Manuel smiled gently. “That’s the nature of surprises…”

Jeffrey stared at him. “Listen to me, I’m not going to let you milk my fucking cock.”

Manuel’s smile was unwavering. “We do have a contract, sir”, he explained patiently. “You’re booked for a quadruple milking, and from what I can see…” He glanced at the bulge in Jeffrey’s crotch. “…you’re more than ready for it.”

Jeffrey blushed. “Listen, I---“

“Sir”, Manuel interrupted him in a soft voice. “Bowing out is not an option, I’m afraid. Would you please take off your clothes now so I can do my job and get those four loads out of you?”

Jeffrey stared at him.

“If you don’t, I’m afraid I’m going to have to call security”, Manuel said with a smile. “The result will be the same: your testicles will be drained. But the experience of getting milked by our enforcement personnel is a bit more…” His voice trailed off as he searched for words. “Well, let’s just say: You want to avoid the experience.” He winked at Jeffrey. “Trust me.”

Jeffrey bit his lower lip.

“I get it, sir”, Manuel said. “You’re in a very uncomfortable situation.”

“Tell me about it”, Jeffrey mumbled, adjusting his crotch.

“But I can’t let you go without milking you dry”, Manuel continued with an apologetic smile. “It’s our policy. And apart from that I won’t meet my quota without your load.” He lowered his voice and made sure that only Jeffrey heard him when he continued. “If I were you I’d get back at Mr. Johnson.” He winked at Jeffrey. “I’m sure we can find a way that both of us will enjoy…”

Jeffrey’s face lit up. “I’m listening.”

Manuel smiled. “Take off your clothes, sir”, he said in his normal voice. “We’ll discuss my proposal while I’m milking you dry.”

Jeffrey let out a groan and complied.

A moment later, he was lying on the massage table, stark naked, his locked cock and his big, cum-filled balls dangling through the hole.

Manuel put on a pair of disposable gloves and unlocked Jeffrey’s cock.

Jeffrey’s meaty monster expanded immediately, growing hard as a rock within seconds.

“You’ve got a very nice piece, sir”, Manuel said with a smile, taking a generous about of lube from a dispenser before running his hands over the fat mushroom head of Jeffrey’s dick.

“Thanks”, Jeffrey mumbled, his face buried in a pillow.

“The first load will be easy”, Manuel said as he started stroking Jeffrey’s dick with both hands in long, gentle strokes.

After more than two weeks without release, Jeffrey’s dick was dripping precum like a leaking faucet.

Manuel chuckled and pinched Jeffrey’s left testicle. “Dear Lord, your testicles are ready to explode, sir…”

Jeffrey let out a soft moan.

It didn’t take more than two dozen strokes, and Manuel got ready for Jeffrey’s first load. He grabbed a beaker and aimed Jeffrey’s dick at it just in time to catch the first batch of sperm.

Jeffrey moaned in pleasure as his pent-up cum spluttered out of his dick, quickly filling the beaker.

“That’s it, sir, very good”, Manuel said, stroking Jeffrey’s throbbing, pulsing cock. “That’s a very nice load, sir. Well done!”

Jeffrey’s muscular body was wet with sweat and he was writhing in the throes of his orgasm as Manuel milked every last drop of cum out of his dick, squeezing the fat mushroom head before putting the cum-filled beaker into the small refrigerator next to him.

“I bet you feel better now, sir”, Manuel said cheerfully, reaching for another beaker. “Now let’s talk about our plan.”

He continued stroking Jeffrey’s dick with one hand. It was the first thing he had learned on the job: Never let a source go limp.

“Okay”, Jeffrey groaned.

“You want to get back at Mr. Johnson”, Manuel said, jerking Jeffrey’s cock with his right hand while grabbing his nutsack with his left hand. “And I’m always interested in getting a new customer.”

Manuel squeezed Jeffrey’s nuts with all the force he could muster. His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of Jeffrey’s meaty nuggets, making Jeffrey scream in pain.

“So I was thinking”, Manuel continued, stoically squishing and squashing Jeffrey’s rapidly swelling balls, completely unperturbed by Jeffrey’s screams, “you could just sign a contract for Mr. Johnson, saying that he--- Now here’s the second load. You’re doing really well, sir!”

Jeffrey’s voice rose an octave as Manuel twisted his balls viciously while his hard dick shot jet after jet of gooey spunk into the beaker.

Manuel smiled and closed his fist around Jeffrey’s shaft before running it down to the head of his dick, squeezing out every last drop of cum. “We won’t let any drop go to waste, right?” he said cheerfully as Jeffrey grunted and groaned in pain. “Where were we?” he asked after putting the spunk-filled beaker into the little fridge.

“Contract for Mr. Johnson”, Jeffrey gasped, sounding exhausted.

“Oh yeah, right”, Manuel smiled and balled his fists. “We can--- Oh, you might want to grab hold of something right now. This is going to be a little uncomfortable. The third load tends to be kinda stubborn.” He laughed. “But we’ll get it out of you, sir, don’t worry.” With that, he landed a hard, nut-crunching uppercut to Jeffrey’s pendulous sack.

Jeffrey screamed from the top of his lungs as Manuel started working his balls over like a speedbag, cheerfully punching his testicles with both of his fists in a steady rhythm.

“About the contract”, Manuel said, raising his voice to drown out Jeffrey’s screams and squeals. “You could go with a quadruple milking session, you know, to get even. But personally I think you should up the ante.”

Punch after punch connected with Jeffrey’s nuts. They were bouncing wildly in their sack, and they had swollen considerably. Manuel clearly knew what he was doing, using a combination of powerful uppercuts and mean straight punches that he called “Third Load Combo”.

“I could offer you a 5-load-subscription”, Manuel shouted as he pummeled Jeffrey’s nuts like a professional boxer. “Or a 10-load-subscription if you like.”

“How… how does it… work?” Jeffrey wheezed in between screams and groans of pain.

“It’s easy”, Manuel said, smiling at Jeffrey’s hard cock that started twitching as he threw punch after nut-crunching punch at his gonads. “Mr. Johnson is locked up until he has given us ten loads. It’s his choice if he wants to give it in one session or two or more.” He chuckled. “But I’ve never seen anyone deliver the whole subscription in one session, sir.”

Jeffrey’s eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth opened in a silent scream as the third load was violently extracted from his bloated, swollen babymakers.

It wasn’t as creamy as the first two, but it just as voluminous, filling the third beaker with rich, potent jets.

“Very good, sir!” Manuel smiled. “That’s a wonderful load. You’re very talented, sir. Maybe you are interested in a subscription for yourself?” He slapped Jeffrey’s nuts with the palm of his hand as the flow of cum subsided, making a couple of additional drops ooze out of his cock.

“No, thanks”, Jeffrey grunted, his voice raspy and hoarse. “Let’s talk about Mr. Johnson, please.”

“Sure thing, sir”, Manuel said, placing the third beaker filled to the brim with Jeffrey’s cum in the fridge. Then he looked around and mumbled something unintelligible.

“What’s that?” Jeffrey groaned.

“One moment, sir, someone must have taken my ball press”, Manuel said. “I’ll be right back.”

Jeffrey closed his eyes, panting and moaning. His naked body was covered in sweat. His heart beat was pounding in his spent cock and his swollen balls. The only thing that kept him going was the thirst for revenge. He couldn’t wait to sign that contract. The thought of telling Zach that he’d have to give up ten loads of his precious sperm made him feel all tingly inside.

“I’m back, sir”, Manuel said cheerfully and sat down on his stool again. “Oh, you’re still hard. That’s wonderful. I was worried we’d have to extract the fourth load from a limp noodle.” He cleared his throat. “Pardon me, sir. I meant to say from a supple dispenser.”

He fumbled with the plastic device in his hands. It looked elegant and shiny, a little like a manual fruitpress designed to juice two lemons at once. There were two depressions in the lower half of the device that was connected to the upper half with two hinges. Both halves were equipped with handles that allowed for one-handed and two-handed use. Between the hinges was a notch to accommodate the source’s penis.

“One moment, sir”, he mumbled. “This is one of those new presses. I’ll have to figure out what goes where so we can--- Ahhh, now I’ve got it.”

He placed Jeffrey’s testicles in the press. They bloated and swollen and beet red.

Manuel clamped the ball press shut and started squishing Jeffrey’s testicles flat by using both of his hands. “You know, I like to use the ball press for the fourth load because it’s a lot quicker”, Manuel said cheerfully as he flattened Jeffrey’s balls.

Jeffrey was gasping for breath. His eyes were as big as saucers, and his mouth was wide open but not a single sound came out of it.

“Just relax, it’ll be over in minutes”, Manuel said, grunting with effort as he squashed Jeffrey’s nuts with all the force he could muster.

A very high, very faint sound escaped Jeffrey’s lips as his eyes rolled back into his head.

His nuts were flat as pancakes, and Manuel added to the pain by grinding back and forth, clenching his teeth as he used the tool on Jeffrey’s tender testicles.

Jeffrey let out a tiny whimper.

His dick was rock-hard and twitching, its fat head pulsing.

“You’re doing great, sir”, Manuel grunted. “Looks like that damn load is stuck. Pardon my French.” He held his breath as he squished Jeffrey’s nuts, his knuckles turning white.

Jeffrey’s meaty balls were oozing out the sides of the ball press, and still they didn’t give up their load.

“Come on”, Manuel grunted through his teeth. “Come on!”

Jeffrey’s orgasm was signaled by a primal scream that would have sent a shiver down Manuel’s spine if he hadn’t gotten used to those sounds ages ago.

“There you go, sir!” Manuel said cheerfully. He quickly changed to a one-handed press without releasing the pressure on Jeffrey’s nuts. With his free hand, he grabbed a beaker and caught the watery load that splashed out of Jeffrey’s dick. Skillfully working the press while catching Jeffrey’s salty cum at the same time, Manuel didn’t stop until he was sure that Jeffrey’s babymakers were truly drained and completely empty.

Then Manuel put the beaker into the fridge and released Jeffrey’s nuts from the ball press. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw Jeffrey’s balls pop back into shape. They were bruised and bloated, and they had swollen to almost double their original size.

Manuel rubbed his hands. “We’re done, sir. It wasn’t that bad, was it?” He popped up from underneath the massage table and smiled at Jeffrey whose face was a mask of pain.

His hair was dripping with sweat and his face was white as a sheet.

It took a while until Jeffrey was dressed.

In the meantime, Manuel fetched a contract for a 10-load-subscription.

“Mr. Johnson is waiting outside”, Manuel grinned as he pocketed the signed piece of paper. “I’m sure you want to tell him the good news. I’ll go and see if we have a cage for him. Do you know his size?”

“Extra-large”, Jeffrey whispered in a toneless voice as he limped to the door.

Manuel grinned. “What do you say I give him a regular?”

Despite the pain in his nuts, Jeffrey managed to smile. “Good idea…”

A couple of minutes later, Zach and Jeffrey left the Milking Station.

“Phone us to make an appointment”, Manuel said with a cheerful smile. “I’m looking forward to milking you.”

The sliding doors closed and Zach stomped towards his car, fuming and pouting. His dick was locked in a chastity cage that was several sizes too small for his huge schlong.

Jeffrey followed him, walking bow-legged and wincing with every step.

“I can’t fucking believe it”, Zach pouted, climbing into the car.

Jeffrey chuckled as he carefully sat down on the passenger seat. “It’s just ten loads”, he grinned, gingerly adjusting his crotch. “And you know what the best thing is?”

Zach started the engine. “What”, he growled without looking at Jeffrey.

Jeffrey chuckled. “I’m going to be there to help you…”

To be continued.