Spunk-o-gram (Jake meets the twins)

Special thanks to Jake for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who would like to receive a Spunk-o-gram from the twins, too!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: the twins (click for pictures)


“You look hot”, Will chuckled, looking at his twin brother with a cheeky smile on his handsome face.

“Well, thank you!” Michael replied with a grin. “So do you!”

The two hunks burst out laughing and high-fived.

They were identical twins, virtually indistinguishable. Tall and blond, 22 years old, with perfectly sculptured bodies and irresistible smiles, their arms and legs muscular and strong due to years of training and experience as gymnasts and exotic dancers, shirtless, with their perfect pecs and their eight-pack abs on full display, their butts hugged by their tight shorts, their impressive equipment creating almost obscenely detailed mirror bulges between their thighs – Michael and Will looked absolutely stunning.

The one thing they did not have in common was their sexual orientation. Michael was gay, and Will was straight – but when push came to shove, Will didn’t let that triviality get in the way of some kinky, raunchy fun…

The twins were on roller skates, wearing matching knee pads, and they looked like they had jumped out of some cheesy vintage porn movie.

Tonight, they were on a mission, and their target was sitting right there, just a few feet away from them, at a table in the outdoor section of a popular bar, sipping at a cocktail.

Jake was 23, tall and handsome, his brown hair interspersed with highlights.

It was a very hot and humid day, the sun was burning, and Jake was enjoying the view, smiling and nodding at the scantily dressed, half-naked young men that were walking by.

Jake was wearing a tank top and an unremarkable pair of shorts. It was quite obvious that Jake liked what he was seeing. And it was equally obvious that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath his skimpy shorts. He tried his best to hide the big, fat boner that was rearing its head under the table, but he couldn’t fool a trained eye.

“He’s ripe”, Michael said, licking his lips as he adjusted his own growing erection. “Let’s get him.”

Will chuckled. “Alright. You go first.”

Michael smiled and skated down the street, passing Jake and making sure he got a good look at that phenomenal bulge of his. On his way back, Michael pretended to drop something, causing him to bend over, his muscular legs spread apart, his beautiful bubble butt right in front of Jake’s nose.

Michael smiled coyly as he came up and turned around, his hands on his hips.

“Hi there”, Michael said seductively. Then he winked at Jake and skated off.

Jake swallowed hard and adjusted the raging boner in his pants.

Now it was Will’s turn to skate by, and, just like his twin brother, he stopped right in front of Jake, bending over, his legs spread, his short shorts hugging his ass.

Only this time, when he turned around, his dick had slipped out of his shorts, staring Jake right in the face.

Jake’s jaw dropped and it looked like he was ready to devour that awe-inspiring piece of meat right then and there.

“Ooops, I’m so sorry”, Will said, fumbling with his boner, trying to shove it back into his shorts. “Damn, that pesky thing.”

Jake couldn’t take his eyes off Will’s massive dick as Will’s attempts at hiding the monster went nowhere.

Finally, Will managed to stuff his cock back into his shorts. “Again, I’m so sorry you had to see that”, he said with a cheeky smile.

“That’s---” Jake cleared his throat. “That’s okay. No problem.”

Will licked his lips and winked at Jake before turning on his heels and skating off.

He met his brother in a side alley. “Time to seal the deal”, he said with a chuckle. “Go for it, Mikey.”

Michael grinned. “Okay.” Before he departed, he looked at his brother. “I know you haven’t said it for a long time – but things haven’t changed: Don’t call me Mikey.”

Will opened his mouth to say something but Michael preempted any attempt of a witty retort with a quick, hard smack into Will’s ample bag of goodies.

Will let out a grunt that was a mix of laughter, surprise and pain as he doubled over in pain, trying to keep his balance on his rollerskates, and failing miserable. He landed on his ass where he nursed his battered balls, chuckling as his brother turned the corner to reel Jake in.

Jake was drooling, his boner knocking against the tabletop from below, barely able to form a coherent thought, when Michael appeared right in front of him like the sexy roller-skating equivalent of an Angel of Annunciation.

“Wanna fuck my face?” Michael said under his breath, a coy smile on his face.

Jake swallowed. “Excuse me?” he asked hoarsely, his voice cracking, filled with lust and confusion and more lust.

Michael leaned onto the table, his eyes locked with Jake’s. “You know exactly what I mean, stud.” He reached under the table and ran his finger over Jake’s rock-hard dick.

Jake let out a soft moan. He felt as if he was going to cream his pants any second.

“I want you to fuck my throat with your big, fat cock”, Michael whispered. “And then I want you to bang my ass and plant a big, juicy load deep inside my hole. How does that sound, stud?”

Jake cleared his throat. “Pretty good”, he muttered.

Michael smiled. “See that alley over there? I want you to knock me up right there around the corner. Can you do that for me, stud?”

Jake swallowed hard. “Fuck yeah”, he grunted.

“Great”, Michael said, leaning up. “Follow me.”

He turned on his heels and disappeared into the alley.

Jake followed him as quickly as possible, his raging erection leading the way.

He turned the corner just a split-second after Michael disappeared behind a dumpster, leaving the stage to his brother Will.

“Phase 2 is a go”, Michael muttered just loud enough for Will to hear it.

The handsome, muscular hunk was leaning against an fire escape ladder. He had changed his roller skates for a pair of sneakers and he had assumed a lascivious pose, his marvelous body and his gargantuan genitalia on full display.

“Hey, stud”, Will grinned as Jake came closer. “What are you up to?”

Jake smiled. “I wanna take you up on your offer.”

Will froze. “My offer?” he asked slowly. “Oh, my offer! Yeah, sure, awesome. That’s great.”

Jake chuckled and dropped his pants, revealing a very impressive tool, a beautiful piece of meat that was dripping with precum. He looked at Will expectantly.

Will smiled back at him.

“Come on, let’s see how deep that throat is”, Jake whispered, winking at Will.

Will blinked.

Jake grabbed his hard cock and smacked it into the palm of his hand. “What are you waiting for?”

“Mikey”, Will mumbled grimly under his breath. “You’re gonna pay…”

Jake raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

Will swallowed hard and got down on his knees. “I said it’s time to pray”, he said weakly. “Wow.” He grabbed Jake’s fat cock by the root. “That’s definitely worth worshipping…” He grimaced.

“It’s quite a mouthful”, Jake quipped.

“Yeah, it is”, Will mumbled. With a weak sigh, he opened his mouth and tentatively licked the tip of Jake’s cock, sampling the salty taste of his precum. A mouth fuck wasn’t exactly what he had been expecting, and he was trying to play for time until Michael was back.

Unfortunately, Michael took his sweet time, and Jake was growing restless. He didn’t know what was taking this hot stud so long? After all, he had offered him a mouth fuck. Why was he stalling now?

“You want me to take the lead, huh”, Jake said with a cheerful smile. “Open up. It’s time for some tonsil billiard.”

Will’s eyes widened. “Whuhgghghg---"

Jake grabbed Will’s head and drove his dick into his mouth, shoving it deep into his throat, ignoring the gagging and the retching, properly shutting him up.

Then he started fucking his throat.

“Mikeghghghmprphghghwgh!” Will’s eyes were wide open and he was making all kinds of funny noises as Jake drilled his pie hole, pounding his mouth like a sex toy.

“Fuck, that’s good!” Jake grunted, feverishly fucking Will’s throat.

“Mikeghghghmprphghghwgh!”

Jake knew what he was doing, and he was more than happy to do it to someone who he knew was a willing and eager slut for his big, fat cock. Most guys were frightened by his mammoth dick, and they barely got the tip into their mouths. This guy seemed like a true slut, and Jake used him with enthusiasm.

“Mikeghghghmprphghghwgh!”

With a chuckle, Jake held Will’s nose shut and increased the pace of his thrusts, enjoying the wet, sloppy noises and the grunts and groans of his sex toy.

Michael was watching from behind the dumpster, barely able to contain his laughter. He had changed into sneakers and he was holding the instruments that they had brought: a pair of hand cuffs, a baseball bat, and a long piece of rope.

Finally, when he thought that Jake was close to orgasm, Michael got up and approached the two studs, the baseball bat in attack position. He stood behind Jake and lined the bat up with his nuts that were hanging low in his sack, swinging back and forth between his thighs as he fucked Will’s face.

Both Jake and Will were oblivious to the impending danger to Jake’s manhood.

“Mikeghghghmprphghghwgh!”

“You’re so fucking hot!” Jake grunted, holding Will’s head in place as he skullfucked it.

The baseball connected with Jake’s nuts just when they were pulling up to release their pent-up load and flood Will’s mouth, and Jake’s impending orgasm was replaced by a mind-numbing explosion of pain.

The handsome young man’s face went blank and his jaw dropped.

His dick slipped out of Will’s mouth, allowing the mouth-fucked stud to gasp for breath. “Fuck!” Will croaked, rubbing his neck, grimacing and panting heavily.

Jake’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream as spit and mucus was dripping from his quivering cock. His traumatized balls were swinging back and forth, smacking against his thighs.

Will looked up at Michael. “What the fuck took you so long?!”

Jake’s body was frozen in pain and his eyes slowly crossed as the pain washed through his body.

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry”, he grinned and placed the baseball bat on the ground.

Will stared at him, speechless.

Jake found his voice again. It started as a low grunt before turning into a howl, a scream, a high-pitched wail.

Wordlessly, Michael handed Will the handcuffs.

A moment later, poor Jake was attached to the escape ladder in a spread eagle position, his hands cuffed, his feet tied, bare naked, his big dick hard as steel and pointing at the sky, his battered balls slowly swelling.

He had a confused, terrified look on his face as he watched the two handsome twins smile at him.

“What the fuck?!” he whispered.

Michael grinned. “Don’t worry, you’re not seeing double.”

“We’re twins”, Will chimed in, playfully smacking Jake’s nuts with the palm of his hand. “And we have a Spunk-o-gram for you!”

Michael smiled. “We’re the Spunk-o-gram twins”, he said with a grin as his brother pulled out his cell phone.

A cheerful musical intro started playing.

The twins positioned themselves back to back, smiling at Jake before belting out their well-rehearsed song complete with a cute little choreography:

“You left me by sending a text
No reason, no comment, no clue
You left me hurt und perplexed
But now the pain is on you

You left me for some cheap little tart
Didn’t even answer my calls
You left me and it broke my heart
And now I will break your balls.”

Both Will and Michael had rather beautiful voices, and they delivered the little ditty with poise and panache. After ending in a perfectly delivered Picardy third, they froze in position, their smiles rivaling those of seasoned Broadway stars after a smash hit performance.

With his hands cuffed, Jake was in no position to applaud, though. But at least his dick have a standing ovation.

“Your ex says hello”, Michael said. “He hired us to sing this to you.”

“And to crush your fucking nuts”, Will added with a smile as he took a picture of Jake’s dumb-struck face. “Say cheese.”

Jake blinked.

“Aww. Smile for your ex”, Will said, holding his phone up.

“But I---”

“Mikey, make him smile”, Will said.

Michael brought his leg back and kicked Jake in the nuts as hard as he could.

Jake squealed in agony, his eyes crossing, his face contorting in pain.

Will took a picture and chuckled. “Nice”, he laughed as he sent the picture to their client. “Do another one.”

Jake was squirming in pain. “But I---”

Michael smiled at the camera, posing next to Jake as he drove his elbow into Jake’s nuts, making him howl in agony.

“Ooooohoooohooo!” Will laughed as he sent their client another picture. “That was awesome! Do another one!”

“Wait, please!” Jake begged, his face a mask of pain. “This is---"

Michael hugged Jake and stuffed his underwear into his mouth, silencing him and muffling his screams of protest. Then he kneed him in the nuts, smiling into the camera as Jake let out a muffled, anguished wail.

“Fantastic!” Will laughed. “I bet he’ll love them!”

They took some more pictures, each of them showing Jake in agony, with Michael smiling and posing for the camera.

Despite the pain in Jake’s nuts, his dick was hard as a rock and dripping with precum. Michael made sure to jerk it in between nutshots to keep it hard for the camera.

Again and again, Michael kicked and kneed Jake’s nuts, crushing them and making him grunt and groan, wail and moan into his makeshift gag.

Soon, Jake’s nuts were turning purple just like his sweaty face.

Michael smiled gently as he stopped the attack on Jake’s nuts to focus on his throbbing boner. He increased the pace of his stroking, bringing Jake closer and closer to the edge before stopping abruptly, stopping Jake’s impending orgasm dead in its tracks. “I would let you cum – but your ex was very specific”, he chuckled before winking at Will who added injury to insult with a swift, hard kick to Jake’s throbbing, churning nuts.

Will’s foot connected with Jake’s nuts, eliciting a muffled wail as precum dripped out of his cock.

“Kick his nuts again”, Michael smiled at his brother as he jerked Jake’s dick. “Kick them as hard as you can.”

Michael was jerking Jake’ dick slowly, massaging his rigid member as Will delivered another nut-crunching kick, all but turning Jake’s precious jewels into diamond dust.

The twins took turns kicking and kneeing Jake’s rapidly swelling babymakers, jerking his enormous erection and keeping him constantly close to climax without allowing him to cum, teasing his dick while bashing his balls relentlessly.

Jake was whimpering and moaning, grunting and groaning, grinding his teeth into his spit-soaked underwear, his handsome face beet red and wet with sweat.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” Michael whispered into his ear as he stroked Jake’s dick while his brother delivered a series of relentless kicks to Jake’s big, bloated balls.

Jake let out a muffled whimper.

“Okay, let’s make you cum”, Michael smiled and planted a little kiss on Jake’s sweaty forehead.

Then he winked at his brother and squatted down in front of Jake.

Will followed his lead. “Ready for the fireworks?” he grinned, holding the phone at arm’s length to take a selfie video with his brother, smiling next to Jake’s battered balls and his throbbing boner.

“Fuck yeah”, Michael laughed and rammed his elbow into Jake’s tenderized testicles.

That well-placed elbow to Jake’s fiery red and badly bloated nuts was all it took to make Jake’s cock erupt with a truly impressive flood of sperm. Spurt after creamy spurt of spunk shot out of his cock, showering Michael and Will with his jizz as Jake was panting and moaning in a weird mix of agony and ecstasy.

The angle was perfect, catching the twins’ cheerful smiles, the swollen balls and the erupting cock, and Jake’s pain-contorted face all in the same frame.

After Jake’s climax was over, Will and Michael smiled into the camera. “You’re welcome”, Will said before stopping the recording. He sent it to their client right away.

Michael and Will looked at each other and laughed. They were covered in Jake’s spunk.

“Damn, I need a shower”, Will grinned.

Michael nodded.

They untied Jake, allowing him to collapse on the ground, whimpering and moaning as he nursed his battered balls, his dick spent, his balls drained and bloated.

When Will’s phone rang, he answered it with a huge smile on his lips. “Hey, did you get the vid---” He stopped mid-sentence and listened to the caller. “Oh. You’re sure?” He glanced over to Jake. “Well, he looks exactly like--- Oh, of course. I mean, you were his boyfriend.” He let out a weak laugh. “Yeah. Well, looks like we--- Yeah. He’s probably still sitting at the café.”

Michael stared at his brother. “What’s wrong?” he mouthed.

Will just rolled his eyes and listened to the person on the other end of the line. “Yeah, sure. Oh, don’t worry. He’ll be fine. Yeah. Right away, sir.” He hung up.

Michael stared at him. “Don’t tell me…”

“We got the wrong guy”, Will said with a shrug. “Happens.”

They looked down at Jake.

Will shrugged his shoulders. “I could have sworn it was him.”

They helped Jake up, smiling apologetically.

“We’re sorry”, Michael mumbled, grabbing Jake’s clothes and handing them to him.

“Yeah, sorry, man”, Will said with a grin. “It was an innocent mistake.”

Jake stared at him incredulously.

“I guess we owe you”, Will mumbled and reached into his pocket before handing Jake a business card. “Here’s our number. Call us when you want to fuck a face. We’ll give you two for the price of one…” He winked at Jake.

Jake blinked.

Michael smiled. “The ball bash is extra, though”, he whispered into Jake’s ear.

“Now if you’ll excuse us”, Will smiled, putting on his rollerskates. “We’ve got a Spunk-o-gram to deliver.”