Friday, April 26, 2019

Top trumps (Syphax and Clément meet Leo and Tristan)

Special thanks to Syphax for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves ballbusting games!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

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

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

“Well, it is the city of love”, Tristan said with a chuckle as he opened the door to the apartment.

The 19 year old American was in Paris for a month with his best friend Leo. They were staying in his cousin’s room in a shared apartment while his cousin was home in the US.

The two lanky skaters had been sightseeing all day. Now that they returned to the apartment they were greeted by the loud noise of a video game that was running in the living room.

“More like the city of losers”, Leo quipped, rolling his eyes as they entered the room.

Their room-mates were two Frenchmen, Syphax and Clément, two cocky macho studs who spent more time working on their chiseled bodies and chasing girls than anything else.

Clément was a rugby player, tall and muscular, with chestnut colored hair and a scruffy look. He had a hairy chest and a three day stubble.

Syphax was of Algerian descent, not quite as muscled as Clément but more chiseled than him, a basketball player with hairy legs and dark brown hair that was between curly and wavy.

They were both sporting trendy haircuts, and it was obvious that they cared a lot about looking good.

Right now, Clément and Syphax were playing Mario Kart in the living room. They were both sprawled out on the couch, shirtless, wearing nothing but tight fitting underwear that did very little to conceal their ample genitalia. Syphax was wearing boxer briefs, and Clément was wearing a pair of boxers that were a little looser.

“We’re back”, Tristan said.

The two Frenchmen ignored him.

Tristan and Leo looked at each other.

Tristan shrugged his shoulders.

They had tried to get along with their roommates but it had been difficult from the start. After a few days the skaters had given up.

Suddenly, Syphax started cheering. He had won this round of Mario Kart, and, in what seemed like a well-rehearsed celebratory routine, he reached inside his boxers. Yelling something in French, he pulled his hand out of his underwear and rubbed it in Clemént’s face. Clément grimaced in disgust and fought back but Syphax made sure that Clément got a good nose-full of his personal scent.

“Okay”, Tristan said slowly. “We’re going to go to our room.”

“Wait”, Clément said with a heavy French accent.

Tristan and Leo stopped, rolling their eyes.

“What is it?” Leo said.

“We are having guests tonight”, Clément said with a wide grin.

Leo and Tristan waited.


Filles”, Syphax added. “Girls.”

“Well, congratulations”, Tristan dead-panned. “Thanks for letting us now.”

They turned to go.

“We’re going to--- comment est-ce qu’on dit…” Clément looked at his friend, searching for an English word.

Syphax chuckled and made a lewd gesture that made it very clear what he was trying to say.

The two Frenchmen roared with laughter.

“You’re going to fuck?” Leo said with a sigh.

Oui, c’est ça. Exactly. We’re going to fuck!” Clément said triumphantly. “We’re going to fuck their petit brains out.”

“We’re going to fuck them a new hole”, Syphax chuckled.

“We’re going to fuck them until they can’t walk”, Clément laughed.

Syphax cheered. “We’re going to fuck them until---”

“Yeah, we got it”, Leo interrupted him, slightly annoyed. “You’re going to fuck them.”

Syphax and Clément laughed and cheered as they high-fived.

“Is there anything else?” Tristan sighed, slipping out of his sneakers.

“We expect you to be invisible”, Syphax said with a grin, adjusting his crotch. “We don’t want to hear you or see you.”

“But you’ll hear plenty of us”, Clément chimed in.

Syphax and Clément burst out laughing.

Tristan rolled his eyes and reached down to pick up his sneakers.

His eyes fell on Syphax’ trendy sneakers that were sitting on the ground.

“Huh”, Tristan said. He picked up one of Syphax’ shoes and held it against his.

“My sneakers are plus beautiful than yours, eh?” Syphax grinned.

Tristan raised his eyebrows. “That’s not it”, he said, comparing his shoe to Syphax’. “I didn’t expect them to be this small.” He turned to Leo and showed him the sizeable difference between their shoes. “Look at this. Small, huh?”

“I’d say they are tiny”, Leo said with a grin. “Who would have thought that a big stud like you would have tiny feet?”

Syphax blinked. “Hey. Qu’est-ce que tu dis? What are you saying?”

“Nothing”, Tristan said. “It’s just--- Well, nothing.”

Syphax raised his hand. “Hey, stop it!”

Tristan took the opportunity to place his hand against Syphax’ and compare them.

“Your hands are tiny, too!” Tristan chuckled. “Who would have thought?”

Syphax pulled his hand back.

“Makes you wonder”, Tristan continued with a sly grin.

“Yeah”, Leo grinned. “I know what you mean.”

“What?” Syphax barked.

Tristan chuckled. “You know what they say about men with tiny hands, right?”

“If you don’t just ask our tiny-handed president”, Leo chimed in.

“Stop it!” Syphax barked. “I know what you’re getting at.”

Tristan didn’t stop. Instead he took his insult a step further. “I don’t know about the French girls but all the girls I know scoff at men with tiny dicks…”

Syphax’ eyes widened. “Putain!” he gasped. “You are saying I’ve got a tiny dick?!”

“Careful. He has la plus grosse bite in all of Paris”, Clement said with a grin.

“I bet my dick is bigger than whatever is dangling from your skinny body!” Syphax exclaimed.

“You sure?” Tristan chuckled.

Bien sur!” Syphax said confidently. “Let’s compare! Take out your fucking dicks!”

Tristan and Leo looked at each other.

“I bet both of our dicks are larger than yours!” Syphax added with a cocky grin. “Right,. Clément?”

Clément chuckled. “Fuck yeah!”

“Fuck yeah!” Tristan and Leo said in unison.

“Fuck yeah!” Syphax chimed in.

After all four had dropped their trousers it was obvious that Syphax’ bold bet was half-true.

His own meaty dick was indeed fatter and thicker than Leo’s or Tristan’s – but Clément’s cock placed a distant fourth.

Putain!” Clément mumbled.

Syphax laughed as Clément blushed.

“I’m the king of the world!” Syphax roared, swinging his big, fat, meaty dick. “Bow down and worship my superior cock!”

Clément looked mortified.

“At least my couilles are bigger than yours”, Clément said defiantly.

Indeed, his balls looked heavier and fatter than Syphax’.

“The fucking couilles don’t matter”, Syphax chuckled. “What matters is the fucking cock!”

They started arguing in French, ignoring Leo and Tristan as they went back and forth, trying to determine whether dick size or ball size mattered more.

Leo and Tristan watched them, amused expressions on their faces, their fat dicks hanging out of their pants.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Tristan said under his breath.

“Let’s take these stupid studs down a peg or two?” Leo grinned.

“Exactly”, Tristan said. “And I know just the way to do it. Wait a moment.”

He went into his room while Syphax and Clément were arguing about the size of their manhood. When he came back, they still hadn’t reached a conclusion.

Tristan whistled, making Syphax and Clément stop.

“I challenge you to a game of Top Trumps”, Tristan said with a smile.

Syphax and Clément had never heard of the game.

“It’s simple”, Tristan explained. “We play eight rounds. In every round one player challenges another player, and we draw a card with a category.” He showed them a pack of note cards that he had prepared in his room.

Leo chuckled.

Syphax and Clément blinked.

“Here’s an example”, Tristan smiled. “Say you challenge me, and you draw a card that says ‘height’.” He looked at Clément and shrugged. “Well, you are taller any of me, so you win.”

Clément grinned. “Sounds like a great game. What do I get?”

“You get to kick me in the nuts”, Tristan said with a smile, adjusting his crotch. “Right in the funny spot.”

Syphax chuckled. “I get to kick you in the nuts?”

Tristan chuckled. “Oh yes, right there.” He pointed at his crotch. “What do you say? Are we going to play or are you afraid we might beat you and bust your fucking balls?”

Syphax brought his leg back and threw a kick at Tristan’s crotch. His foot connected with Tristan’s dangling nuggets and drove them into his body, flattening them like pancakes.

Syphax and Clément roared with laughter.

“I guess that means we are playing”, Tristan said in a strained voice, doubled over in pain.

A minute later, they were all naked and eager to play. Syphax and Clément were mocking Tristan’s and Leo’s lack of muscles, but the two lanky skaters took it in stride, confident that they’d be able to defeat the hunky studs in a couple of categories and hoping to teach them a lesson in humility.

Unfortunately, things didn’t start too promising for the skaters. Clément challenged Leo and drew ‘strength’ as a category. They decided to determine the result with an arm wrestling match.

It was over before it had begun.

Poor Leo’s defeat was quick and humiliating, and the two hunky Frenchmen hooted and cheered as Leo stood in front of Clément and spread his legs.

“Let’s get it over with”, he sighed, putting his hands behind his head.

Clément brought his leg back and kicked Leo’s nuts with all the force he could muster, beaming with malicious glee as he lifted the lanky young man off his feet.

Leo let out an anguished grunt and doubled over, clutching his balls, grimacing in pain.

“I like this game”, Clément laughed as he high-fived his buddy.

“My turn, my turn!” Syphax said with almost child-like glee. “I choose you”, he added with a grin, pointing at Tristan.

Tristan’s face paled when Syphax drew ‘muscle size’ as a category.

Eh voilà”, Syphax grinned, flexing his muscles in front of Tristan. “Watch this and weep!”

“Just kick me in the nuts already”, Tristan mumbled.

A moment later, Syphax’ foot connected with Tristan’s precious plums, crushing them flat and making him groan in agony.

“Oh, you are weeping!” Syphax quipped to the riotous laughter of his mate. “Excuse-moi, mon ami, did I crack your fucking nuts?” Syphax and Clément high-fived, laughing heartily at Tristan’s pain.

Leo was grimacing in sympathy as he watched his best friend squirm and rub his sore genitals.

“Okay, I challenge you”, Leo said finally, pointing at Syphax. He drew a card that said ‘cock size’, and Syphax burst out laughing.

“Draw again”, Tristan said. “Let’s remove this category.”

“Yeah, that’s be best”, Leo said.

“Wait”, Syphax protested. “Why?”

“We can’t do a category twice”, Tristan explained as Leo tore the card in two.

Syphax let out a stream of obscenities and looked at his friend Clément.

“They are right, ma couille”, Clément said with a grin. “Maybe if you hadn’t been such a dick about your dick…” His voice trailed off and he shrugged his shoulders.

Syphax rolled his eyes.

The new category that Leo drew was ‘size of middle finger’, and Syphax let out a groan.

Leo held up his hand and grinned.

“It’s not fair!” Syphax protested. “We already did that!”

Leo smiled. “I didn’t compare fingers with you, did I?”

Merde”, Syphax mumbled and grudgingly held his hand against Leo’s. It was obvious that Leo had won, and the lanky skater couldn’t help but lout out loud.

“Spread your legs, stud”, he announced with unabashed glee. “I’m going to kick your fucking nuts so hard you’ll be tasting sperm!”

Tristan and Clément laughed as Syphax did as he was told.

Leo brought his skinny leg back, and, with surprising force and admirable accuracy, kicked Syphax’ balls, ramming them into his body and flattening them like pancakes.

The two fat, juicy nuggets were swinging wildly as Syphax’ eyes lost focus.

“Oooooh”, Clément cringed in sympathy, gently grabbing his own fat low-hangers as Syphax let out a shrill squeal.

“So how do your kids taste?” Leo quipped cheerfully as Syphax screamed from the top of his lungs.

“My turn now”, Tristan said with a grin. “I’m challenging you once again”, he said, pointing at Syphax who was curled up on the ground, moaning in pain, “and our category is… drum roll please…” Tristan drew a card and let out a laugh. “’Ball toughness’!”

Quoi?” The look of shock on Syphax’ face made Tristan and Leo and even Clément burst out laughing.

“That’s right”, Tristan said cheerfully. “Ball toughness.” He grabbed his ball sack and winked at Leo. “Come on. Punch those suckers until one of us gives up.”

Syphax looked like he was about to puke.

“Wanna give up?” Tristan asked him. “Just admit that you’re a loser, and it’s all over…”

“Come on, ma couille”, Clément said. “Show them what you’re made of!”

With a miserable expression on his face, Syphax stood next to Tristan, holding his balls with both of his hands before letting them dangle in front of Leo.

Like a pro boxer, Leo balled his fists and started punching the two nut bags that were hanging in front of him. Even though he wanted Tristan to win, he made sure to be fair and treat both pairs of testicles equally. Punch after nut-crunching punch pummeled the swinging and rapidly swelling testicles as Leo went back and forth between Tristan’s treasured twins and Syphax’ splendid spuds.

Clément grimaced in sympathy as Leo punches those testicles relentlessly again and again and again.

Tristan was grunting through his clenched teeth with every hit, his face slowly turning purple.

Syphax tried his best to remain calm, but soon he was screaming and screeching girlishly as his fat nuggets were pummeled by Leo’s potent punches.

After more than two dozen solid hits to the gonads, Syphax looked like he was about to cry.

“Fuck”, Tristan grunted as Leo’s fist connected with his nut bag.

“Putain!” Syphax squealed from the top of his lungs, his voice cracking as Leo punches his testicles.

Another dozen punches found their targets – but then Syphax couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop! Stop!” Syphax wailed, collapsing on the ground and clutching his nuts. “Please stop!”

Leo looked up at Tristan and grinned.

Tristan’s face was contorted in pain, but he wasn’t looking nearly as destroyed as Syphax, and his balls weren’t nearly as bruised and swollen.

“Time for your punishment”, Tristan said, looking down at Syphax. “Don’t get up. I’ll just do it like this.”

With that, Tristan grabbed Syphax’ hairy legs and spread them. Then he brought his bare foot down hard, stomping down on Syphax’s swollen nuts mercilessly.

Syphax’ high-pitched scream brought a smile to Tristan’s face, and he forgot about his own nut pain for a moment.

Now, with four of eight rounds completed, they decided to take a little break.

Syphax and Clément talked in French, apparently trying to figure out a way to beat the two lanky skaters.

When the game continued, Clément challenged his friend. Both of them were smiling, and it was obvious that they were trying to get one round out of the way without too much pain.

Clément drew the category ‘ball size’, and despite the fact that Syphax’ nuts were considerably swollen Clément’s balls won without a doubt.

Instead of a hard kick, a stomp or a punch, Clément just lightly tapped Syphax nuts, and the two French studs smirked at Leo and Tristan.

“God, you’re boring”, Tristan sighed. “You are too scared to challenge us, huh?”

Naturally, Syphax couldn’t let that comment go unchallenged, and he ditched his original plan to pick his buddy and go easy on the punishment. Instead, he challenged Tristan, and the category he drew was ‘amount of cum’.

Both Syphax and Tristan started jerking their dicks immediately.

In anticipation of today’s plans, Syphax had saved up his load for several days, and he looked very confident as he stroked his fat member.

But Tristan looked just as confident, and when they both ejaculated into the beakers that Leo had fetched from the kitchen it was a very close race.

Syphax load was big and creamy, a very impressive display of studly sauce, nutritious and rich. Syphax looked appropriately proud, and it didn’t seem to bother him that this wonderful load was one that could have been saved to decorate one of the girls who were coming by later.

But despite the fact that Tristan was an avid masturbator who liked to flush his pipes once or twice a day, his load was a little more impressive than Syphax. Maybe it wasn’t as creamy and thick, but it made up for it by its sheer mass.

“Looks like we have a winner”, Leo grinned as he held up the two beakers. “And it’s the skinny skater, not the superstud.”

Syphax blinked and looked at Clément for confirmation.

Clément just nodded slowly.

Syphax let out a sigh. “Merde”, he mumbled.

“Spread your legs”, Tristan said with a grin. “I bet you are wondering whether those nuts hurt more when you have just shot a load. Spoiler alert. Yes, they do.”

Tristan’s foot crashed into Syphax spent and empty balls and rammed them into his body, eliciting an anguished yodel from Syphax before he collapsed on the ground, cupping his aching testicles.

“Don’t they?” Tristan grinned.

“Yes, they do”, Syphax whimpered, clutching his battered balls.

“Yes, they do”, Tristan repeated with a laugh.

Leo was next, and he challenged Clément. The category he drew was ‘foot odor’, and there was a triumphant smile on Leo’s face as he took off his socks after a day of walking around in Paris to see the sights.

The very distinctive scent quickly spread, and it was quite obvious that Leo would have a clear advantage over Clément.

Nevertheless, Leo insisted on having a proper assessment, and he chose poor Syphax to be the judge.

Ah, non”, Syphax groaned. His nuts were swollen and throbbing, and the prospect of having to sniff two pairs of feet almost made his stomach turn.

But the rest of the guys insisted, and soon Syphax was getting a good nose-full of Leo’s sweaty foot stink.

Mon dieu”, Syphax mumbled, gagging, as Leo rubbed his feet on his face. “Cet odeur… C’est abominable…

Leo and Tristan laughed.

“Careful”, Leo said as he withdrew his feet and motioned for Clément to have a go. “Don’t let him throw up on your feet…”

Indeed, it almost looked like Syphax was going to be sick.

Clément’s feet were a lot less smelly than Leo’s – but they still smelled like feet, and Syphax wasn’t particularly thrilled to inhale his buddy’s foot stink.

“Here, compare them”, Leo said and ran his feet over Syphax’ face again.

“Oh god”, Syphax gagged. “You win. Clairement.

Leo chuckled. “I guess it helped that I didn’t change my socks this week…”

Syphax retched as Tristan burst out laughing. “You filthy pig!”

Leo shrugged his shoulders. “I may be a filthy pig but I won this round, right?” He smiled at Clément. “Spread your legs, please.”

A moment later, Clément looked just as nauseous as Syphax.

Leo’s foot connected perfectly with Clément’s large nuggets, and a satisfying splat rang through the room, followed by a moment of silence as Clément was frozen in pain.

Clément’s eyes slowly lost focus. Then they rolled back into his head as he passed out from the pain.

“Now that’s a bit overdramatic, isn’t it?” Leo chuckled.

Syphax looked down at his buddy, speechless.

“Last round”, Tristan said, smiling at Syphax. “And I challenge you.” He picked up the last card and chuckled. “Looks like we saved the best for last…”

Syphax blinked. “What is it?”

“Roshambo”, Tristan said with a grin.

Syphax raised his eyebrows. “Quoi?

“Basically it’s a game of kicking each other in the nuts until one of you gives up”, Leo explained matter-of-factly.

“You can’t be serious”, Syphax said slowly. “That’s a game you play in America?!”

“Definitely”, Tristan grinned, adjusting his crotch. “I have played it many times. Looks like I am at an advantage…”

Syphax looked at his balls. They were bruised and battered, swollen and beet red.

“Let’s go”, Tristan grinned. “Unless you want to chicken out.”

Syphax looked at Clément, then at his nuts.

“We’ll tell everybody about it, of course”, Tristan smiled. “I guess you don’t mind being defeated by a pair of skinny Americans like your buddy here…”

Syphax gulped.

Then he spread his legs. “D’accord. On y vas.

Tristan brought his leg back and kicked Syphax’s nuts as hard as he could.

The handsome, studly Frechman was lifted off the ground, wailing in agony as the pain spread through his body.

It took him a few minutes until he was able to go on, and his kick to Tristan’s balls was weak and pathetic.

Tristan’s second kick was just as good as his first, though, catching both of Syphax balls dead-on and making him yodel in pain.

After receiving another half-assed kick to his junk, Tristan delivered the third and final kick to Syphax’ ridiculously swollen testicles. It was an instant winner, a perfect connection, and Syphax screamed from the top of his lungs as he collapsed on the ground, clutching his balls, kicking and writhing and whimpering in pain.

Tristan and Leo looked at each other and high-fived.

“That was fun”, Tristan chuckled.

Just then the doorbell rang, and a pair of hot girls entered the apartment.

Clément? Syphax? Qu’est-ce qui c’est passé?” one of them asked as she spotted the two handsome hunks on the ground.

Clément was passed out, and Syphax was holding his genitals, probably trying to figure out whether the swelling was ever going to go down.

“I’m afraid the boys are indisposed”, Tristan said with a smile.

“What good is a big, fat cock if you can’t use it?” Leo added with a grin.

“Well, frankly, their cocks don’t look big and fat right now, do they?” Tristan remarked with a laugh, pointing at the two shrunken dicks that were dwarfed by the ridiculously swollen testicles right next to them.

The girls couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the two manly hunks that looked all but manly right now…

“Maybe we can spark your interest in some imported goods?” Leo suggested with a grin, glancing at his crotch.

It just took a glance at the two rock-hard boners that Tristan and Leo were sporting to convince the girls, and they quickly followed Leo and Tristan into their room, taking off their clothes on the way.

A few minutes later, the tell-tale sound of squeaking bedsprings and rattling bedframes mixed with ecstatic moans, and excited squeals of “Oui! Oui!! Oui!!! OUI!!!” signaled the first of many orgasms that the two girls would be getting throughout the night.

Clément had woken up.

He was sitting on the couch next to Syphax.

Both of them had placed bags of ice on their crotches to cool down their overheated and utterly useless plumbing.

They listened to the sound of “their” girls getting pounded by the two skinny Americans without looking at each other.

Neither of them said a word.

Over the next couple of weeks, the girls came back regularly to get fucked by Tristan and Leo, despite the fact that Syphax’ and Clément’s fat cocks were soon ready for action again. But it seemed like the girls had lost their interest in them.

It was the first time that the two studs experienced what it was like to not be the alpha males in the house, and their life would never be the same.

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