Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Additional warning: Several readers have told me that the ending is tasteless, tactless and offensive, and I understand their objections. If you don't like harsh, off-color jokes about patriotic symbols and racial issues you might want to skip this story.
Featured in this story: Ben (click for pictures)
The party was in full swing.
Every room of the dorm was packed with people dancing and talking, laughing and drinking, flirting and having fun. The party’s motto was “Land Of The Free (Booze)”, and everybody was dressed up accordingly. There were lots of sexy Uncle Sams and Lady Libertys, various presidents, people dressed as pop culture icons and sports idols, heroes and villains, famous thinkers and infamous real estate tycoons, a huge crowd people in colorful dresses who were enjoying themselves.
20 year old Ben was dressed as a cowboy, wearing brown leather boots with shiny spurs, black leather chaps and worn out blue jeans, a belt that held an impressive looking gun and a lasso, an embroidered black shirt and a large white felt cowboy hat. The handsome young man was absolutely taken up in his role, strutting around with a John Wayne swagger, chewing on a blade of grass as he checked out the girls, making sure they took notice of his muscular upper arms and the conspicuous bulge in his crotch that was further emphasized by the chaps.
Suddenly, he froze, staring at the young man that was standing at the far end of the room looking back at him.
Ahmik was 23 years old, a medium built young man, quite tall, with dark shoulder length hair. He was half white and half Native American, and he had decided to have a little fun with his heritage, dressing up as a cliché “Indian” wearing a feathered headband, a fringed brown top and matching pants, sandals on his bare feet, and colorful war paint on his face. His weapons – a hard rubber tomahawk and a bow with several dull arrows – made him look like a very bellicose member of the Village People.
“Howgh!” Ahmik grunted, glaring at Ben.
Ben’s eyes narrowed and he stared at Ahmik in silence for a moment.
The room went quiet. Everybody craned their necks to see what was happening.
“I think it’s time”, Ben growled in a low voice.
Ahmik nodded his head slowly.
“I think it’s time we settle this once and for all”, Ben said.
“It has been going on for far too long”, Ahmik said with a grim expression on his face.
Suddenly, their faces lit up and they yelled in unison, “Showdown in the garden!”
The room erupted in cheers and applause as Ben and Ahmik ran out of the room, followed by a motley crew of dressed-up party people who were laughing and cheering and yelling.
Last year, Ahmik and Ben had staged a highly entertaining oil wrestling match in the garden that had ended with the loser lying in the flower bed, bare naked and oiled up, a single sunflower sticking from his butt. The incident went into the annals as the “Flower Power Hour” and had been the talk of the town for at least a week. Everybody was excited that Ben and Ahmik had come up with an encore performance this year.
Now, the sexy Cowboy and the hot Indian were standing opposite each other, surrounded by a crowd of cheering college students waving American flags, eager to see the performance that Ben and Ahmik had planned.
The two hot young men had been talking about it for a couple of weeks but their “planning sessions” usually amounted to getting drunk and watching porn. A few days ago, they had decided to just wing it.
“There you are!” Ben roared in a theatrical tone of voice, assuming a wide stance.
“Oh, yes! I’m not going anywhere!” Ahmik replied just as theatrically, mimicking Ben’s posture.
“I gotta admit, you’ve got balls”, Ben chuckled.
“Oh yeah, a big pair!” Ahmik grinned, adjusting his crotch.
The crowd cheered and laughed.
“Get them out!” Ben yelled with a grin.
“You want me to get them out?” Ahmik yelled back at him.
“Yeah!”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Fuck yeah!”
Simultaneously, Ben and Ahmik opened their flies and reached inside their pants to pull out their balls.
The crowd went mad at the sight of the two heavy nutsacks, each of which was filled with a pair of juicy, fat nuts.
They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Then they started fighting.
The crowd was cheering and laughing as Ahmik prepared to land the first strike, aiming an arrow at Ben’s most prized possessions.
Ben shook his hips, a cocky grin on his face, his bare balls swinging happily as Ahmik’s eyes narrowed, fixed on his plump targets.
His aim was spot-on. The dull arrow connected with Ben’s left nut with suprising accuracy, drawing hoots and cheers from the audience, and a high-pitched wail from Ben who doubled over, clutching his nuts with one hand as he drew his gun with the other hand.
Ahmik was too busy jumping up and down, letting out a full-throated war cry, his big, bare ball bag bouncing up and down, to sense the danger that his manhood was in.
FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP!
Six rubber bullets hit Ahmik’s nutsack in rapid succession, and Ahmik’s war cry turned into a ululating wail of pain as the crowd laughed and cheered.
“Yeehaw!” Ben yelled jubilantly. “Right in the fucking nut sack!”
Ahmik’s vision was blurred from the pain but he managed to shoot another arrow at Ben’s manhood, hitting Ben’s fat danglers dead-on and making the hot cowboy howl in agony.
FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP!
Ben’s answer came right away, and another round of rubber bullets landed right on Ahmik’s precious gonads.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” Ahmik shrieked, throwing his head back as he sank to his knees, clutching his aching balls.
Ben strolled over, putting the gun into its holster. “My my”, he said with a sneer, “looks like you’re in a bit of trouble, huh?”
The cowboy stood in front of Ahmik, towering over him, his bare balls dangling right in front of the kneeling Indian’s face.
Ben turned to the crowd and raised his hands. “What are we gonna do about that, folks?”
The crowd roared and cheered as Ben brought his foot back, nonchalantly ramming the spurred heel of his boot into Ahmik’s exposed nuts.
The handsome Indian’s eyes crossed comically and his mouth formed a little O as he let out a wheezing groan.
Ben pretended to be surprised, staging a little slapstick performance that involved repeated hits to Ahmik’s naked nuts, bashing the rapidly swelling pair of danglers with his heel several times before stomping down hard, crushing Ahmik’s nuts under his boot.
Ahmik was shrieking and squealing in utter agony as the crowd roared with laughter, rewarding the two hot hunks’ hilarious histrionics with riotous applause.
Ben turned around, smirking down at Ahmik before planting a thunderous kick between Ahmik’s thighs, hitting his precious spuds dead-on and eliciting an anguished wail.
“Oh dear”, Ben chuckled in a mocking tone of voice, “if you wanted to have a couple of little Indians I guess you’re out of luck…”
The crowd roared with laughter.
Ahmik managed to pull out Ben’s lasso, and before Ben had a chance to defend himself, Ahmik wrapped the lasso around Ben’s balls, pulling it tight, using the weapon against him.
Ben’s eyes widened as he looked down. “Uh oh”, he managed to mumble before Ahmik yanked down hard, making Ben’s voice jump up an octave as his balls were pulled down to the bottom of his sack. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
“Fortune is fickle, fucker!” Ahmik grunted, balling his fist and aiming a devastating punch at Ben’s trapped balls.
The crowd laughed and cheered as Ahmik got up and started walking around erratically, pulling on the lasso and yanking on Ben’s balls, leading the handsome cowboy by his nuts.
Finally, Ahmik turned to Ben, gave the lasso a quick upwards tug so that his nut sack was completely exposed, and kicked the stud’s gold nuggets hard, flattening the twin orbs like pancakes and eliciting a very unmanly shriek from the cowboy’s mouth.
The audience roared with cheers and laughter.
The two talented thespians put on quite a show, going back and forth with kicks and punches, hitting each others’ babymakers, grimacing and screaming with every hit.
Ben rammed the butt of his gun into Ahmik’s balls, and Ahmik retaliated with a well-placed blow with his tomahawk.
Soon, their costumes were tattered and ripped to shreds, and they were both naked, wearing nothing but their headgear.
Ben managed to rip a feather from Ahmik’s headdress and started tickling him.
Unfortunately, Ahmik’s reaction caused him to pull on the lasso that was still tied around Ben’s balls, and Ben’s screams and shrieks mixed with Ahmik’s laughter.
Finally, Ben managed to rip the lasso from Ahmik’s hand and to loosen the loop that was holding his nuts hostage.
“Oh fuck”, he groaned as he examined his ridiculously swollen, black and blue ballsack.
Ahmik let out a laugh even though his balls didn’t look any better than Ben’s.
“Time to end this”, Ben muttered under his breath, grimacing in pain as he rubbed his aching nuggets. “I think I’ve had enough.”
Ahmik’s smile turned icy. Last year, Ben had promised him to go gentle on him. But then he got carried away and he had rammed the sunflower up his ass.
This year, Ahmik wouldn’t give up gently. He was on the warpath.
Ben didn’t notice the change in Ahmik’s posture. He still thought they’d wrap things up and have a couple of drinks now.
Then he was kicked in the nuts so hard that he was lifted off the ground a couple of inches.
Ben froze and his jaw dropped as Ahmik let out a bitter laugh.
He kicked Ben’s nuts again with all the force he could muster.
Ben howled in agony.
The crowd roared with cheers and laughter as Ahmik jumped Ben, throwing him to the ground.
The fight took a slightly different direction as the two hot, naked studs rolled around in the grass, both of them trying to get the upper hand.
Soon, they were covered in mud and grass as the crowd cheered and yelled, completely oblivious to the fact that the fun performance had turned into a real fight.
To the cheers and laughter of their buddies, Ahmik and Ben used every dirty trick in the book. It was an eye-gouging, nut-kneeing, kidney-punching, ball-squashing, hair-pulling, sack-squeezing, ass-grabbing brawl, and the crowd couldn’t get enough of the two hot studs bashing each others’ balls.
Their bodies were dirty and mucky and wet with sweat, their balls were bruised and bloated, and their dicks were hard as steel.
Even though Ahmik had an impressive set of nuts, it was pretty obvious that he was didn’t measure up to Ben in the dick department.
The cowboy’s raging boner, meaty and thick, throbbing and fat, dwarfed Ahmik’s average-sized tool, and everybody saw it.
In fact, Ben made a point of slamming Ahmik in the nuts with his big cock, eliciting a shrill squeal from Ahmik and roaring laughter from the crowd.
Very soon it became clear that poor Ahmik didn’t stand a chance against Ben. The muscular hunk grabbed Ahmik’s nuts in a vise-like grip, pressing his thumbs into the tender flesh of Ahmik’s testicles, crushing his manhood and making Ahmik ululate from the top of his lungs in a sad swan song for his proud lineage of brave and bold Indians.
“You should have given up when I gave you the chance”, Ben barked, squishing and squashing Ahmik’s nuts in his strong hand.
“Oh god!” Ahmik squealed.
His hard dick was twitching and throbbing as Ben tortured his trapped testicles, crushing the tender nuggets mercilessly.
Finally, a huge spurt of creamy cum sputtered out of Ahmik’s dick.
The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter as Ahmik’s precious seed was squished out of his bruised and battered balls. Jet after jet of salty spunk shot out of his cock, covering his dirty, sweaty body in cum.
Ahmik’s voice grew hoarse and throaty as he gasped for breath, his eyes clenched shut, his face a mask of pain.
“I think this is over”, Ben said with an evil grin. His eyes fell onto a guy that was standing close. He was dressed as a US Marine and he was waving an American flag.
“Oh, I’ve got an idea”, Ben grinned.
Adding insult to injury, Ben scooped up some of the sperm that was pooling on Ahmik’s belly. Then he turned the defeated Indian onto his belly, crushing his wilting boner and his drained, bloated balls with his own weight. Then he spread Ahmik’s cheeks and lubed up his butt hole with his own cum.
“Soldier, do your duty”, Ben said, nodding at the costumed young man who was holding the flag.
The crowd roared with cheers and laughter as the hot young marine planted the flag in Ahmik’s butt, eliciting an anguished grunt that was drowned out by the noise of the crowd.
With Ahmik defeated and humiliated, his manhood crushed, his balls drained, lying on the ground, the flag sticking out from his butt, Ben led the crowd in a very passionate if a bit off-key rendition of The Star-Sprangled Banner that was only made more special by the poignant solo part that Ben elicited from Ahmik’s by stepping on the crushed stud’s drained duo parts.
After the song was finished, the crowd took a group picture by the flag.
Then they moved the party inside, leaving Ahmik in the garden, spent and exhausted, with his dick drained and his balls battered, and with a flag sticking from his butt.
***
The next morning…
…Ben didn’t remember a single thing about the party. He woke up with a serious hangover and a hot girl lying in his arms.
…Ahmik remembered everything about the party. He woke up with a serious pair of blue balls and a limp dick lying between his legs.
…the group picture was posted on Facebook. It got 1,376 likes.
14 comments:
Hot story Alex, but I have to say the imagery at the end with the marine sticking an American flag into the native American guy's ass was awkward. I have to say it was a bit uncomfortable and I wouldn't be surprised if some might find it offensive.
Thanks for your comment, Jp! I’m glad you enjoyed most of the story, and I realize that the imagery at the end is provocative. I hope that my readers see it the way it was intended: as a piece of tasteless black humor and satire. It might be out of place in a fetish porn story but you (as a longtime reader) know how much I like to include a little jab at here and there. That said, I hope I didn‘t go too far this time, and I‘m sorry if I offended anyone.
Though I prefer Ben to be humiliated, it's nice see him win once in a while lol
I like to thank Alex for writing this hot story I requested.
Im aware that the ending I wanted was controversial and am sorry if it
offends anyone as well. Dark humor is a great way of describing
what I envisioned. My heritage is how its described in the story
and wanted to say that this is nothing more than a race-play fetish I
wanted to experiment with.
Thank you again Alex for the wonderful job. Maybe a message of advisory
would be a good idea for sensitive material such as this and other stories
on the site, it's not the first and I hope its not the last of its kind.
Something to think about. Namaste :)
Hi Alex;
As always your talent speaks for itself. I understand the concern over the flag in the buthole, but I see it as a continuation of how the two of them end their battles. I'm also part Native American, and I was not offended by it, but I can understand how someone could be. I took it as black humor.
Thank you for all that you do!
Also I agree, Ben won something! I think that this win almost guarantees him to lose at least three more times in anything that he tries next. We shall soon see.
Sincerely,
Jimmy
This story is offensive on multiple levels. The American flag (or any nation's flag for that matter) shouldn't be soiled in such a manner, literally plunged into a shit hole, and the White guy doing something blatantly racist to an 'Indian' is just ridiculously tactless. I understand that the very fetish of ballbusting is itself taboo, but race-baiting and making light of racial and ethnic division is something else entirely. It isn't a joke and it isn't funny.
Thanks for your feedback, guys! I have added an additional warning to the post.
Lol honestly grow up you don't have to read these stories
First off, great story, as always.
Second off—something that rhymes with first-off.
a) Unless you're of the alleged offended group, you don't get to say that group is offended. If you do, you're appropriating their opinion on the matter. As someone from a marginalized identity, it's getting really old. I understand the desire to be an ally, or in general to point out problematic things, but we shouldn't be telling, let's say, a Hispanic person what's offensive to Hispanic people. A white person shouldn't be telling a black person what's offensive to black people. We shouldn't be lecturing to Ahmik what's offensive to Ahmik.
b) This is an erotic story on a fetish site on the internet. Let's remember that.
c) This is not race-baiting.
d) Race-play is actually an interesting thing, and has a rich history. It can have some problematic iterations, but it's also something quite human. It's not going to go away, nor should it. It's another form of role play, and like some roles played the negative, gritty, or ugly side of things only make it hotter. Like with anything else, consent and respect is key.
e) So, here's the thing. No one said it was a joke or that it was funny. If anything, folks probably found it hot. Traded the laughs for cum, so to speak. Humor has nothing to do with the argument of offensiveness.
f) but since it was brought up, I'm assuming as a knee-jerk response (offensiveness and humor have a long history), I'm just going to reiterate how humor works. Specifically, in that no one person can say if something is funny or not. Stomping one's foot and saying "it's not funny" is not an argument. Furthermore, even if this story was about dark humor—I would rather side on the side of art and humor than some random human's feelings. I mean, we're all mortal anyways. I personally believe everything can be made fun of or "trivialized" (of course to varying degrees of success and merit). But even if it wasn't the case, if EVERY dark humor joke was just plain shitty, I would still side on the artistic freedom to make such mistakes then people's feelings. Because to side on people's feelings is ultimately selfish. We're all going to die in 100 years, while the art and humor made now can potentially be enjoyed for generations well past us. So, laugh away.
Thanks for your comment!
...and this is why I usually don't read the comments section online. The self righteousness from 'both sides' is hilarious :) more, please (prepares popping corn)
Well. Not to put too fine a point on it but that comment sounds pretty self-righteous to me. :-))
Well I'm also a indian. Ending may be bit controversial and racist. But we should be mature enough to accept it as a erotic fetish story. And just enjoy it. Good work bro. I loved the story. Expecting another story featuring indian .
Thanks for your feedback! I‘m glad you enjoyed the story! :-))
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