Fun and games: Nut sack tug-of-war

Thanks to an anonymous reader for the idea for this story!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

“This is going to be fucking painful!” Kev said, and it sounded way too enthusiastic to count as anxious. The muscular 20 year old stud was beaming with glee, a huge smile on his handsome face as he attacked the rope to his ballsack.

Kev was shirtless, just like his buddies, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. He was tying the rope tightly around his nuts, creating an obscene fabric-covered package in the shape of his two fat, juicy testicles.

The other end of the rope was tied to Cal’s nuts.

Cal was a swimmer, 22 years old, with ebony skin and a perfect swimmer’s build, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was blessed with an awe-inspiring piece of man meat and a pair of glorious sperm globes to match. He was wearing speedos, and the noose around his nuts caused the skimpy fabric to reveal his neatly trimmed publes.

“Oh yeah”, Cal chuckled, playfully tugging on the rope and causing his own nuts to bounce happily. “Fucking painful!”



Ben and Zach laughed.

They were standing on the side-lines, waiting for their turn.

We had drawn a white line on the floor of the studio. That’s where the guys were going to compete.

Ben was one of Kev’s best friends, 20 years old, with black hair and brown eyes. He was even more muscular than Kev, a proud, well-built stud who loved to show off his muscles and his manhood. He was a very competitive guy, and he was convinced that he could defeat anybody if he set his mind to it.

Ben grabbed his junk and grinned. “Come on, what are you waiting for? Get it over with and make way for the real men…”

Zach grimaced. He didn’t seem quite as confident as Ben. He was 20 years old, just like him, an athletic, sculptured hunk with muscles in all the right places. Blond and blue-eyed, with a humungous schlong and extraordinarily huge testicles that were even larger than Cal’s spirited spunk spuds, Zach looked like he had been designed in a laboratory by a team of adventurous, nymphomaniac scientists.

Zach loved his genitalia very much, and he didn’t seem quite as eager as Ben to put his balls on the line. He shifted uncomfortably and adjusted his crotch where his oversized dong wrestled with his extralarge plums for the space inside his tight briefs. “You know, maybe we should---”

Ben interrupted him by letting the back of his hand sail right into Zach’s package, rearranging its contents violently, making the precious jewelry jiggle dangerously before tumbling out of Zach’s underwear in a wardrobe malfunction that was as embarrassing as it was hilarious.

Zach’s jaw dropped as his cock and balls jumped out of his briefs, and he let out a breathless, strangled yelp while his buddies were roaring with laughter.

“My nuts”, Zach whispered in a toneless voice, his hands finding his exposed genitalia and cupping them gently. “My precious nuts.”

Zach’s pathetic whimper made his buddies laugh even harder.

I looked at my cameraman Chad who nodded at me. “Okay, guys, we’re ready to roll”, I said with a smile.

It had been a while since we had shot a competition like this at our studio.

Kev and Cal had their hands behind their back. They were standing two body lengths apart from each other, and the rope was taut between their ballsacks.

“Ready. Steady. Go!” I shouted.

Immediately, the studio filled with the cheers and yells of Zach and Ben, and the groans and moans of Kev and Cal.

They were leaning back, careful not to move to hastily, as the rope was pulling on their nuts.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”, Kev grunted through his gritted teeth as he tried to drag Cal over the finish line with his testicles.

“God, my nuts!” Cal yelled, throwing his head back in pain as his nuts were pulled away from his body. “Oh god, my fucking nuts!”

Kev was grunting and groaning, huffing and puffing as he moved back, inch by inch, gritting his teeth, clenching his jaw, his face a mask of pain.

“Noooo!” Cal screamed as the pain was radiating from his nuts. “Nooooo!” With desperate courage he resisted the urge to just follow the direction that his nuts were pulling him in. Instead, he moved his foot back, screaming from the top of his lungs as he gained a little ground.

Kev roared in pain and moved in Cal’s direction – but the price that Cal had to pay was steep.

Sweat was running down Cal’s handsome face as he wailed in agony. Every quarter-inch that he managed to gain on Kev more than doubled his pain, and he was on the verge of crying.

“My nuuuuuuts!” he wailed.

At the same time, Ben and Zach were cheerleading, shouting and yelling their approval, going back and forth between Kev and Cal.

The sight of the two stretched nutsacks was truly bizarre, and I made sure that Chad got a good close-up of the elongated ball bags.

It was a very close match. One moment it looked like Cal had the upper hand, and the next moment it was Kev whose nutsack proved its strength by pulling Cal towards him.

Both Kev and Cal were grunting and groaning, screaming and moaning, their nutsacks stretched to the absolute limit of their elasticity.

Suddenly, with the power of a young, hung hunk threatened with sudden de-testiculization, Kev thrust his hip back, eliciting a shocked, shrill squeal from Cal and causing him to stumble forward, crossing the line and handing Kev the win.

“Fuck yeah!” Kev hollered, pounding his chest as Cal doubled over in pain, whimpering and moaning and cupping his aching nuts. “Fuck yeah!”

After they had untied the rope, Kev pulled his balls out of his underwear and approached the camera, nutsack in hand, jubilant in victory and high on adrenaline and testosterone. “Look at these fucking suckers!” he yelled, wiggling them at the camera.

His nuts looked quite a bit swollen and pretty red, and it seemed they were hanging just a little looser than usual.

“These are battle-nuts!” Kev boasted. “These fucking nuts are fighters! Glorious, victorious soldiers!”

He was standing in front of the camera, a frantic smile on his pain-contorted face, completely oblivious to his best friend sneaking up to him from behind.

Ben’s foot connected with Kev’s glorious, victorious soldiers, turning his victory speech into a pathetic warble as Kev sank to his knees, his eyes filling with tears while he was nursing his wounded troops.

Ben roared with laughter. “Shut the fuck up!” he yelled gleefully. “Now it’s my turn!”

A few minutes later, Ben’s ball bag was connected to Zach’s, and they were ready to begin.

Cal and Kev had recovered, and it looked like they were very eager to see their buddies wreck their nutsacks, cheering and hollering even before I said the magic words.

Zach had a wary expression on his face. His huge nuggets were bulging obscenely, two ridiculously oversized, freakishly large orbs, shameless and brash. As if that wasn’t enough, the act of tightening the rope around his ballsack had awaked Zach’s monster, and the huge schlong was fully hard, stretching the fabric of his already very skimpy underwear.

“Ready. Steady. Go!”

As soon as there was just a little pressure on the rope, Zach’s underwear completely surrendered, ripping apart in several places.

It was almost like a very well-designed comedy act, a slapstick routine ridiculous enough to defeat the opponent by inducing a laughing fit.

Unfortunately, Ben was too focused to fall victim to Zach’s shtick.

Cal and Kev – and, in fact, Chad and I – were crying with laughter but Ben gritted his teeth and pulled on Zach’s nuts by moving back, slowly and steadily.

Zach was squealing in agony, adding to the absurdity of the situation with the hilarious sight of a fit, muscled superstud screaming like a little girl.

His dick was rock-hard and whipping against his abs as his balls were pulled away from his body.

Ben was close to victory, and he was grunting and groaning, his muscles flexing as he dragged Zach further and further towards the white line.

But Ben’s buddy Kev was out for revenge. Instead of staying at the sidelines and watching his friends all but ripping off each others’ nutsacks, Kev walked behind Ben who was standing with his feet wide apart.

Ben’s nutsack was taut and exposed, and it was a perfect target for Kev’s revenge kick from behind.

Kev’s foot connected with Ben’s balls, and it was a perfect hit, right on target.

It set off a chain of events that fit perfectly with the comedic start of the competition: Ben screamed in pain and thrust his hip back, causing Zach to get yanked over the finish line rather violently, and the sudden, unexpected pressure on his balls caused him to let go off a massive load.

It was as if someone had uncorked a bottle of champagne, which was rather fitting, considering that it happened at the moment of Ben’s victory.

Poor Ben stumbled backwards as Zach staggered forward, his massive firehose of a dick spitting out a ridiculous amount of creamy spunk that rained down on Ben, Kev and Cal in a sperm shower of epic proportions.

Jet after jet of cum sputtered out of Zach’s meaty dick as he screamed from the top of his lungs, his bare balls busy and contracting, pumping out their content in a truly fascinating display of virility.

When Zach’s violent orgasm ended, Ben, Kev and Cal were covered in cum.

Cal’s eyes were glued shut and he gasped for breath, his mouth opening and shutting in rapid succession, making him look like a fish out of water.

“Holy fucking shit!” Kev laughed, wiping off Zach’s cum from his forehead.

“Holy fucking shit is right”, Ben howled, cupping his aching nuts, his jet black hair dripping with Zach’s spunk.

“You fucking bastard”, Zach groaned. He grabbed the rope and yanked on it, causing Ben to squeal like a banshee as his nuts were brutally pulled down.

“You’re the fucking bastard!” Ben retorted in a comically high-pitched voice, returning the favor by pulling on the rope, making Zach’s eyes cross as his forcefully emptied and extremely sore balls were yanked down in his sack.

“Guys, guys, guys”, I intervened quickly, eager to avoid having to deal with two ripped-off ball bags on the floor of my studio. Our cleaning crew had gotten used to mopping up cum, and I wasn’t very keen on having to explain to them how to deal with severed testicles (organic waste probably, but I wasn’t 100% sure).

“Let’s move on to the last round”, I suggested. “The two winners play against each other.”

Ben and Kev looked at me. Then they looked at each other.

They were both covered in spunk, and they looked a little worn out. For a moment I thought they’d had enough for today.

But I hadn’t counted on the two hunk’s competitive spirit.

“Fuck yeah!” they laughed in unison, flexing their muscles and showing off their glistening bodies.

“Let’s make things a little more interesting”, I suggested with a smile.

Ben chuckled. “What do you have in mind?”

I grinned. “Strip and play naked”, I said. “And let’s shorten the rope.”

Kev and Ben laughed and took off their underwear, revealing their slightly bruised and swollen testicles, and their massive, meaty, semi-hard dicks.

I cut the rope in half and tied it to the two hunky studs’ testicles.

Kev’s nuts were warm and plump, more than a little swollen, sporting a very healthy red color with a couple of dark red bruises at the top. I made sure to wrap the rope tightly around the neck of his sack, trapping his tender spuds at the bottom of the hairless scrotum. It looked quite beautiful, two massive man obs filled with spunk.

I was a little surprised when I turned my attention to Ben’s balls. They looked almost completely undamaged. Even though his fight against Zach had been shorter than Kev’s against Cal I had expected Ben’s nuts to look more battered. Instead, his golden globes looked healthy and hefty, two prime examples of man meat.

When I was done, they assumed their positions.

Their dicks were half-hard, and they looked eager to begin.

The rope was considerably short now – and the look on their faces told me that both of them realized what that meant: They would be able to reach each other’s crotches with their feet.

I smiled.

Now it was going to get interesting…

“Ready. Steady. Go!”

As soon as I had spoken the compulsory words to start the fight, both Ben and Kev leaned back, grunting and groaning as they dragged their sacks away from each others bodies.

The audience was lackadaisical at best. Zach was busy nursing his battered, drained testicles. Cal’s eyes were red and sore from Zach’s salty jizz, and he blinked nervously, completely disorientated.

Kev and Ben were fighting like mad, grunting, barking, howling in pain as they tried to drag each other over the finish line by their nuts.

Kev was the first one to employ the nuclear option. He brought his foot up and kicked Ben’s exposed, trapped nuggets with all the force he could muster.

Ben screamed from the top of his lungs. He took a step forward, and for a moment it looked like he was going to lose. But he managed to regain his footing at the very last moment, avoiding the step over the line.

Instead, he retaliated with a nut-crunching kick to Kev’s nuggets.

From that moment on, the two buddies went back and forth, kicking each others’ balls like madmen.

It was hilarious. Their nuts had nowhere to go. They were trapped at the bottom of their sacks, and they exploited that situation to maximum effect.

Ben and Kev traded kicks, relentlessly crushing each other nuts, gurgling and grunting with every hit.

After a few dozen kicks, their nuts were beet red.

A few dozen more, and their balls were swollen like over-ripe tomatoes.

A few dozen more, and their dicks had lost every single bit of rigor. They were collateral damage, flopping back and forth as the two combatants wreaked havoc on each others’ nuts.

Both were fighting like noble knights, valiantly trying to off their opponent’s unborn offspring without realizing that their own reproductive future was very much in doubt.

The sound of feet connecting with testicles echoed through the studio, mixing with the wails and the screams and the grunts and the groans that went with a sperm massacre like that. I couldn’t help but cringe at the sight of their bloated, bruised testicles – and yet I didn’t want to end this fight prematurely.

This fight needed a winner, and it needed a loser, even if it meant that both of them would be unable to spread their seed for the foreseeable future.

Kev’s face was a mask of pain, and sweat was running down his forehead as he delivered kick after nut-crunching kick to his buddy’s most vital organs.

Ben didn’t look any better. He was grimacing and gritting his teeth, his head as red as his balls, his majestic dick shriveled and limp. His foot connected with Kev’s nuts again and again and again as he huffed and puffed and moaned in pain.

It was a stroke of fate that ended the fight. You could also call it karma.

Kev’s kick to Ben’s nuts had caused Zach’s violent orgasm, so it was only fitting that Kev’s defeat started with a puddle of Zach’s cum.

Ben stepped right into one, and he slipped and fell, screaming in pain as he landed on the ground, pulling Kev with him.

There was a certain level of irony in the fact that Kev stumbled forwards, screaming like a banshee as he crossed the line, and landed nuts first on Ben’s knee as he collapsed on top of him.

Kev’s scream rose a couple of octaves to the point where it sounded eerily like a dog whistle.

“Fuck yeah!” Ben whimpered, rolling out from under Kev, accidentally pulling on the rope, causing both studs to scream anew.

I looked around.

Cal was rubbing his eyes, blinking and grimacing; Zach was cradling his extralarge eggs and mourning the loss of a perfectly good batch of protein; Kev was whimpering and sobbing, clutching his nuts; and Ben, though victorious, looked a little shell-shocked. Maybe it was the fact that his dick had retracted like a turtoise without a shell, maybe it was the pain in his bruised, battered, bloated balls, or maybe it was the realization that his sack now hung considerably lower than usual – he didn’t like like he enjoyed his victory to the fullest...

I turned to Chad and smiled. “Great work”, I said to my cameraman. “Maybe we should let the boys play more often…”