Getting Bigger, a Little Guy Problem Part 2 written by Jimmy

 

The Struggle of Getting Bigger, a Little Guy Problem Part 2

 

by Jimmy

 Ballbusting Boys: The Struggle of Getting Bigger, a Little Guy Problem written by Jimmy (Part 1)

Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,

I know that you were expecting a very different story today, but our dear friend Bryce is still working on the story. For today, I finished up a little plot that I left dangling a few weeks back. Have a great weekend everyone!

Sincerely,

Jimmy

Sam Hell growls, his guttural voice low and menacing as his red eyes boar into Will Brady, Bill and his own foster father.

He just walked into the kitchen and found Bill, bound and helpless on the kitchen counter top with an array of tools that Will Brady has used on his own son and Sam Hell is seeing red. He always sees red, but this time is more fugitively.

“Bill, I am coming I will save you!” Sam Hell barks, spit flying as he runs across the short distance from the kitchen doorway to Will Brady ready to deliver a can of whoop-ass. He’s seeing red, and while that is always the case for the one true Devilboy seeing Bill hogtied, naked, and on display being tortured by Will Brady has put him on a tailspin of anger that of wish he has barely known. The betrayal is like hot fire burning through him, he thought that he could trust his foster father and now he knows that he was wrong. Sam Hell hates being wrong.

Will Brady’s eyes widen, and he attempts to step back half forgetting for a moment that the kitchen island is behind him. Sam Hell’s fingers are inches away as he starts to say “Sam, you don’t under—!”

“I do!” Sam Hell roars grabbing Will Brady by the shirt and heaving him towards the hanging pots overhead where, Will Brady bangs his head letting go of the breath he did not realize that he was holding. “You’re vile, and I will destroy you!”

Sam Hell is shaking with rage, and Bill’s eyes are wide in fear for his father but he is tied down unable to move a single inch and he moans and raises his own voice, “Sam it’s not what you think!” Bill tries to interject but it’s too late Sam Hell throws Will Brady across the room. He lands on sprawled on the floor, in a huff dazed and trying to get his barring’s.

“I will end you!” Sam Hell yells and rushes towards Will Brady, clearly not taking in a single word that Bill has said with blood pumping in his ears. Sam Hell stalks over to Will Brady just as he is shaking his head and trying to clear the fuzziness in his own brain.

A shadow falls over Will Brady and when he looks up, Bill is already shouting “Dad, watch out!”

Sam Hell has the hammer that he was using moments before in his hands and is swinging it down with all the force he can muster, the veins in his arms popping out with effort on the downward swing.

Will Brady barely has time to roll to the side where the mallet clangs loudly next to where his head was moments before. Will has to get control of this situation before something happens, that can’t be fixed. He hates himself for doing this but Sam’s legs are parted just right and his foot is in the right place that when he brings it up, it’s almost instinctual of a brawl that he used to have as a kid and when he kicks Sam Hell his foot shoots straight up like a spring on a trap. Will Brady hits Sam’s crotch so hard that Sam drops the hammer, his red eyes turning inward as if to inspect his own flared nostrils, and he grunts wailing like a wounded animal “My devil coins! You filthy bastard!”

The hit causes Sam Hell to stumble past Will Brady, it was struck from below and hit the sensitive undersides of his testicles, weakening his usually strong and invincible coins. Sam Hell frowns at his pulsing nuts, throbbing between his curled claws and groans “That…should not have hurt…so badly.”

His dark red eyes are slits as he looks back at Will Brady, “That…was not your first time.” The acknowledgement in his own voice rattles Sam Hell, and he hates it and despises this man even more for putting him in this position.

“No Sam, it is not. I am an expert at busting balls. No friend ever wants to face me,” Will Brady says, after running a hand across the back of his mouth and clearing away a few drops of spit. “What you just walked in on Sam, was between father and son. I… am trying to help Bill. I spoke to a doctor and we are trying to make Bill’s genitals bigger. The methods are a little cruel…but Bill agreed to this, Sam. I would never hurt him on purpose.”

Will Brady slowly stands up, he has a headache but this is important and he wants to make sure that he gets his message across.

Sam Hell turns back, he is still hunched over his nuts are pulsing with pain, at first it was sharp and nerve crashing but the dullness has crept in, and as he gently rolls his testicles back and forth in their velvety ballsack he looks over towards Bill.

“Bill…is this true?”

“Yes” Bill admits and there is deep shame there. “You…were not supposed to know. I didn’t want…”

“Too late now,” Will Brady says cutting him off. “I have to get back to this…we are almost done.” The hammer back in hand he turns back into position between his sons wide open legs, and Sam Hell stumbles forward still groaning.

“I wish to watch.”

“No.”

“Yes, of course Sam.”

Both father and son say very different things, but Will Brady counters over him. “This will be even better. Having you tied like this is not the best. Instead, Sam can hold you as I do the last few steps.”

Bill is biting his bottom lip, and casting a sideways glance over at Sam. His heart is pounding in his chest, and a trickle of sweat drops down from his hairline.

“…I…. don’t…know…”

“Bill” Sam comes in close grabbing his neck so that the two can touch foreheads. “It would be my honor to help you with…helping your little soldiers.”

Bill tries to shrug, but in this position, he truly cannot so he has to answer.

“Okay Sam, if you’re willing.”

“You can count on me.” Sam Hell ruffles is hair, and together over the next few minutes Sam and Will work together to untie Bill.

 

Once freed, Sam Hell puts Bill Brady into a full nelson, arms overhead with abdomen and his lower region very vulnerable.

Will Brady is spinning the hammer and comes forward grabbing Bill’s nutsack in hand. A small gasp comes from Bill and he cannot quite make eye contact as his Dad takes the mallet and presses the business end on top of his nuts. The little fighters are completely covered from the white rounded end of the rubber mallet.

“Take a deep breath son,” Will Brady advices as he takes the hammer away and squishes Bill’s orbs to the bottom of the sack. Will positions the two spheres outward, and they appear like two perfect little marbles in pale pink skin with small tiny veins running throughout. Bill’s nuts almost wobble, but mostly stay still unlike the rest of his body that quivers in anticipation.

Sam Hell holds Bill close to him, and tightens his grip in anticipation only wishing that he was the one about to swing. He’s not used to being the bystander, or even holding the guy being pummeled. The bully is usually the one swinging a fist, or kick with his foot. This is new to him, and already he knows which position he would prefer. Sam Hell already knows that he would be better at this task but Will Brady’s blatant claim has him pondering of Will’s past as a ballbuster and deems to learn more. Not to necessarily dethrone him of the title, but if he can improve upon his moves and the pain that he can deal out than Sam Hell is ready to learn.

The swing underneath was not what Bill had expected, even though he was watching his Dad carefully. The blunt end hit him squares squishing his little nuggets with one solid thwamp of the hammer.

Bill grinds his teeth trying not to cry out, especially now that Sam Hell is here.

Will Brady looks down at the notes and twists the mallet a quarter turn and can see Bill’s blue eyes bug out of his head as he forcefully keeps his mouth closed. He tries not to chuckle at the funny look on his sons face but takes the mallet back watching the nuts pump back up but just before they do he hits them again, coming forward this time like a battering ram and Bill’s composer fades and he opens his mouth a small tender rattling gasp coming from him.

Twice more Will Brady hits him targeting the left and then the right nut.

Bill’s heaving now, hanging limply in Sam Hell’s arms his body wracked with tingles and his limp noddle halfway slopes over his Dad’s fist holding tight to his nutsack. Bill’s nuts are looking redder again, and Bill’s stomach is tight every curve of his muscles in his stomach more pronounced as Bill tries to maintain control or what little he can as the pain weighs heavily on his shoulders.

“Holy shit… my nuts.” Bill whimpers under his breath, not realizing that he said it out loud.

“Now I have to make him hard.”

“I can do that,” Sam Hell says spitting in his hand and shuffling Bill until he is draped over his knee, body arched up towards the ceiling and grabbing his little pecker and squishing it in his fist a few times, warming the little guy up.

“Ah…ah…AH!” Bill groans on each squeeze of his penis. Bill is quickly growing hard and a few pumps later is harder than steel and sticking straight out like a little quill on the back of a porcupine. Bill’s hard pecker is oozing at the tip, being put through the paces today and not being able to finally cum has made Bill’s overly charged weaponized little toothpick so ready for release.

Sam Hell takes his hand away face as if it had been electrified.

“He’s close…I barely touched him.”

Will Brady chuckles. “Even for a teen, his kind of hormonal and I have been edging him all evening. It’s part of the ritual to getting bigger. Back in position Sam,” Will instructs as he gently pokes at the spongey tip causing Bill to groan.

“Fucking hell…I need to cum so bad.”

He’s past the point of caring if either of them know it.

Will and Sam share a laugh as Will Brady picks up the finally instrument and it’s one that Bill knows well. He’s worn it before.

“Not that!” Bill says, eyes growing wide as Will places his little tootsie roll and balls in  The Gentleglide 2000x and Ballcrusher X.

“You know what these are?” Will Brady asks perplexedly.

“Yeah,” Bill says glumly. “A friend of a friend borrowed them…”

Sam Hell picks up the box and reads the description to himself.

“The Gentleglide 2000x is the new man’s best friend. Tired of using your hand? The Gentleglide is the best option for men since they figured out what their dominant hand was for. And if you need extra pleasure and tension the Gentleglide 2000x features a testicle rearrange device named Ballcrusher X that is sure to keep you on your tippy toes. Using the two together will be an unforgettable experience, and for four easy payments of $59.95 this set can be all yours! And if you order today, free shipping!”

“Who would buy this?” Sam asks.

“Who indeed,” Will Brady says chuckling as he puts Bill’s genitals in the right places in both little devious devices. “To the couch I think, for the finish.”

Sam Hell nods picking Bill up, and carrying him as if he weighed nothing at all. “I got yeah, kid.”

“I’m going to clean up in the kitchen,” Will Brady informs them as he flicks on both devises starting a 1.

Bill tenses as Sam goes through the kitchen swinging door, past the dining room and into the living room the wide open windows casting shadows all around the room the seem to have taken over the space.

Panting Bill clutches Sam’s shoulder, fighting back another moan, his toes are twitching and his eyes are glazed lost in the feelings of his boyhood squished in the Ballcrusher, the walls slowly closing in around his scrotum while just above the gentle glide strums a steady pulse circulating through his whole stem, from root to tip. The crown of Bill’s penis is completely flared, and throbbing in the devise and Bill blinks at Sam Hell several times as he tries to muster his composure.

“Sam…I’m so horny.”

“Yeah, I bet my little beastboy,” Sam Hell says quietly, his fingers all over his chest, toying with his nipples. They are so hard, like little jagged pink dime-sized rocks on Bill’s chest. “I want you to make a mess in that thing, to see your jizz slip out all over this couch.”

“Fuck Sam…my Dad…”

“He can’t hear me,” Sam Hell growls low licking Bill’s neck and seizing it in his teeth as he nibbles at the tight skin.

Bill trembles and he feels the intensity of the machines increasing and Bill moans louder. “I won’t last much longer.”

“So don’t…cum Bill. Do it,” growls Sam Hell pinning him to the couch, biting him here and there. From the nipples, down the slopes of Bill’s long neck and across Bill’s chest nothing escapes Sam’s jaws as he wishes to grab what he cannot as his teeth ravage Bill’s skin turning it sticky and red with each bite. Finally he can’t take it anymore and growls at the devise “I am better than you!” Sam Hell holds it close glaring at it, and daring it to defy him.

“I…” Bill tries to speak but from the kitchen Will Brady whispers a silent prayer of forgiveness as he turns the Ballcrusher X up to it’s maximum carnage mode.

“Nooooo!” Bill howls his fingers digging into Sam’s shoulders as his crotch arches up, his balls squished down flatter than pancakes, his eyes rolling back into his noggin. Grunting and pawing at Sam he fights him, going ravage and wild. Bill thrashes and it’s all Sam Hell can do to hold his wild boy, as the beast with him finally is let loose and Bill in his out of control state knees Sam Hell’s right nugget with his kneecap sinking the solo ball right into his abdomen.

Sam Hell goes slack for a moment, and only that and Bill shoves him off the couch and when he crashes to the floor Bill’s body goes completely taut and stands up, fingers dancing palms wide open and his mouth falls wide open and he submits cumming so hard and forcefully that the devise shoots off the end of his dick and he sprays his third, fourth, and fifth blast all over Sam Hell’s chest and face, the Devilboy forced to close his eyes.

Will Brady comes into the room and seeing the ineptitupid in the Gentleguide 2000x grabs his sons pumping cock and finishes him with a few quick jerks of his hand. On each tug, Bill grunts and curses “Fuuuuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

Will Brady finally switches off the Ballcusher X, and Bill sways on his feet and flops back on the couch, spent and heaving deep breathes. Bill’s body is wracked with so many pulsing emotions, but his balls require him to protect and he grabs the flattened orbs and is shocked at the slowness as they pump back up but when they do he can feel it…his balls…his cock they are bigger. Not a lot…but he notices the difference.

Still guiding the rest of Bill’s splooge out from his tip, Will Brady notices it too and as Sam Hell sits up Will states “You got thirteen days more in you Bill?”

Bill blinks, nods his head and falls promptly asleep. Either that or he passes out. It’s hard to decipher which happens first.

“Thirteen more days?” Sam Hell says.

“Yup. Think he can do it?”

Sam Hell wipes off his face with his work shirt and tosses it at the naked Bill.

“Can we?” he asks. Sam Hell is still holding his right coin, Bill hit that one good.

“I can. It’s my fatherly duty.”

Sam Hell claps Will on the shoulder, turning around and heading for the stairs to take a nice cold shower. “You’re a better man, than I. I need…a shower.”

“Sorry about earlier Sam, I didn’t mean to…well bust your devil coins.”

Sam Hell turns back, his red eyes are unreadable.

“Someday I want you to teach me your secrets…but not today.”

Will Brady chuckles “I have never had a… protégé. But… I can make an exception to that. For you.”

“Good, because I wish to be the best.”

Nothing more is said as Sam Hell departs, leaving Will Brady in charge of the clean-up as he reviews Day 2 on the worksheet if his son is up for it.

 

 

 

~End