Family jewels: Ceasefire

Here's another little story about the three generational Decker family: Colin, his father Kenneth and his grandfather Bob. Enjoy!

Previous parts:
Cock knock
Sack tap trap
Peek-a-balls

Featured in this story: Colin (click for pictures)

 
“Very impressive”, Kenneth chuckled. “What I always say: You take after your old man…”
 
Kenneth was in his early forties, a good-looking man with dark blond hair that was turning grey at the temples. He was athletic and handsome, and the sunny smile on his face made him look younger than he actually was. His youthful looks went hand in hand with his juvenile sense of humor: Right now his eyes were on the same level as the bulging package in his son’s jeans. Most dads would have just looked the other way, politely and maybe even a little embarrassed. Kenneth took the opposite approach.
 
“Oh, dad!” Colin groaned. He was 20 years old, just as handsome and athletic as his dad. In fact, he looked like a younger version of his father. “Stop staring at my crotch!”
 

He was standing on a ladder that his dad was holding, trying to fix the bulb holder of a particularly heavy ceiling lamp. He was in great physical condition – but his arms were starting to ache, and the last thing he needed was his father making fun of him and distracting him from the task at hand.
 
Unfortunately, that’s exactly what Kenneth was up to.
 
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Kenneth’s fist connected with his son’s package. It was a light hit, a friendly knuckle bump to the balls, and Colin just let out an annoyed grunt.
 
“Stop it, dad!” he mumbled, fumbling with the lamp.
 
“What?” Kenneth feigned innocence. “You told me to stop staring.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You said nothing about sack tapping.”
 
“Dad!” Colin couldn’t help but chuckle.
 
“What, son? When did you turn into a prude?” Kenneth said with mock-agitation. “Since when are fathers not allowed to tap their sons’ sacks?”
 
Colin’s smile turned into a wide grin when he saw someone appear behind Kenneth.
 
Bob was Kenneth’s dad and Colin’s grandfather. He was 63 but he had maintained his athletic body, and he looked great for his age, with a full head of grey hair and a well-groomed beard.
 
He had his finger in front of his lips, motioning for his grandson to keep quiet as he sneaked up on his son.
 
“What?” Kenneth chucked. “Is your sack kinda sacred all of a sudden?”
 
A split-second later, Bob’s fist connected with Kenneth’s nuts.
 
It was a mean, hard uppercut from behind, wrestling-style, and it took Kenneth completely by surprise.
 
His eyes lost focus and he let out a soft, throaty moan as his knees met and he held on to the ladder for support.
 
“Fuck!” Kenneth whispered in a meek voice.
 
“What?” Bob chuckled. “Since when are fathers not allowed to tap their sons’ sacks?”

Colin and Bob burst out laughing as Kenneth doubled over, grabbing his crotch. 
 
“Good one, grandpa!” Colin chuckled. “You got him right in the son spot.”
 
A wicked smile appeared on Bob’s face. Colin’s crotch was perfectly positioned for a straight jab, and his grandfather didn’t think twice.
 
He drove his knuckles into Colin’s package like a prize boxer, ramming his grandson’s testicles into his body and flattening them like pancakes.
 
Colin let out an anguished wail, trying to maintain his balance on the ladder as the pain washed through his body.
 
“Right in the grandson spot”, Bob quipped with a proud grin. “What do you say now?”
 
Both Colin and Kenneth couldn’t help but chuckle, even though they were both in pain, clutching their aching gonads.
 
Bob left the room, chuckling, and obviously very pleased with himself.
 
“Damn, that’s gonna leave a mark”, Colin groaned, rubbing his crotch. “They’re gonna be black and blue – and I have a date tonight!”
 
Kenneth let out a sigh. “You have dates all the time, son. But me? Tomorrow’s our wedding anniversary, and your mom won’t be happy when I tell her that little Kenneth won’t be visiting the pleasure grove.”
 
“Dad!”
 
Kenneth looked up at his son. “Yes, your parents have sex. Grow up.” He grinned. “Grow some balls!”
 
Colin was about to say something but Kenneth shut him up with a well-placed punch to the nuts.
 
Colin let out a miserable howl. “Fuck, dad, that wasn’t necessary…”
 
Kenneth tried very hard to keep a straight face. “You are right, son. Let’s focus on what’s important now.”
 
He looked at his son, and Colin looked back at him. They both thought the same thing.
 
“Grandpa.”
 
***
 
Half an hour later the lamp was fixed, and it was time for revenge.
 
Bob didn’t suspect a thing.
 
He was sunbathing on the lawn, wearing one of those super-tight thongs that were perfect for getting a tan – and for giving his offspring Freudian nightmares for all eternity…
 
Both Kenneth and Colin grimaced when they saw him, his eyes covered by tanning bed goggles, his genitalia covered by not much at all.
 
Without a word, they carried out the plan. Kenneth sat on Bob’s shins, and Colin sat on Bob’s chest and his arms, completely immobilizing him. Both of them were facing Bob’s crotch, and both of them were equipped with a ping pong paddle.
 
Bob’s eyes opened – but with the goggles he couldn’t see a thing. “What the---”
 
Kenneth brought the paddle down on Bob’s nuggets like a hammer, squishing his nuts flat.
 
“Good one, dad!” Colin said cheerfully as his grandfather let out a yelp of surprise and pain. “Now it’s my turn!”
 
Colin whacked his grandfather’s package with the edge of the paddle, splitting the package in half.
 
Both Colin and his father roared with laughter as Bob screamed in pain.
 
“I think you got his dick”, Kenneth quipped. “Go again. Go for the nuts!”
 
Colin slammed the paddle down again, aiming for the right nut.
 
His grandather’s shrill squeal told him he had scored a perfect hit, and he quickly repeated the maneuver on Bob’s left nut.
 
They went back and forth, slamming the paddles into Bob’s balls again and again, viciously beating the hell out of the two hefty testicles that were the source of Kenneth’s life, and by extension Colin’s life as well.
 
The eldest Decker stud was blessed with an extraordinarily large set of equipment, providing his son and his grandson with awesome playthings, and they used them vigorously.
 
Laughing and cheering, they whacked Bob’s rapidly swelling family jewels, eliciting all kinds of noises from the old man.
 
Suddenly, with a loud rip, the speedo burst open, making Bob’s dick and balls tumble out into the open. His genitals were lobster red, and the ping pong paddle had left them covered in bruises.
 
Neither Kenneth nor Colin had an eye for those details, though.
 
They recoiled, shocked and disgusted by the sudden display of nudity, giving Bob the chance to throw off his tormentors and hop off the sun lounger.
 
He stood, doubled over, covering his privates, his face a mask of pain.
 
For a moment nobody said a word.
 
Then they all burst out laughing.
 
“You fucking rascals!” Bob roared, examining his testicles, horrified and amused by the number of bruises on his swollen balls.
 
Kenneth nodded at his son. “Go inside and fetch your grandfather some ice.”
 
Colin grinned and did as he was told.
 
“Fuck, you did a number on those nuts”, Bob groaned. “Fucking ping pong paddles?! I didn’t even know I had those anymore!”
 
Kenneth chuckled. “Yeah, using those was Colin’s idea. He’s a smart kid.”
 
“Yeah, very fucking smart. It’s game, set and match for my fucking nuts!” Bob mumbled as he examined his bruised, bloated balls. He looked up at Kenneth, taking away his hands and exposing his naked privates. “Wanna see?”
 
“Fuck no, dad!” Kenneth turned his head away in disgust.
 
That was all Bob needed to deliver a snap kick at Kenneth’s crotch, hitting his balls dead-on.
 
Kenneth let out a miserable howl. “Pa! That wasn’t necessary…”
 
Bob tried very hard to keep a straight face. “You are right, son. Let’s focus on what’s important now.”
 
He looked at his son, and Kenneth looked back at him. They both thought the same thing.
 
“Colin.”