Featured in this story: Erik, Leo, Simon and me (click for pictures)
This is a direct continuation of Sunday's story Simon reloaded.
“Kicking him is boring. I could ram a skateboard into his nuts”, Simon suggested. “That’d be fun.”
The bespectacled blond was sitting on the couch, an ice pack on his crotch, as he recovered from a vicious beating in front of our camera. The 23 year old nerd had had the cum kicked out of him in a rather spectacular fashion by rascal skater boy Leo. He had managed to get up and put on a pair of underwear that made sure his swollen, battered balls didn’t get frost-bite. Apart from that he was wearing a white button-down shirt under a blue knitted sweater-vest.
“Or”, Leo chimed in, arriving just in time from his trip to the bathroom to overhear Simon’s idea, “we do something else.”
I eyed Leo with suspicion. The lanky skater was slightly out of breath. His face was rosy and a bit sweaty, and his curly black hair was a little more messy than usual. The zipper of his oversized jeans was halfway down.
Then I noticed the conspicuous wet stain on the black XXL t-shirt that was several sizes too large for his lanky frame.
I cleared my throat. “Leo…”
Half an hour ago he had made a crude joke about masturbating. I remembered his exact words: “I better go to the bathroom and jerk one out right now – I have a feeling that I won’t be able to cum for a week when Simon is done with his revenge…”
Leo ran his hand through his hair, an “aw shucks” expression on his face.
I raised my eyebrows. “Leo, you didn’t…”
Simon looked at me, confused. “What?”
Leo couldn’t help but grin.
“Leo! You didn’t!” I said sternly.
“What?!” Simon repeated.
Leo bit his lower lip. “I might have jerked one out in the bathroom.”
Simon and I stared at him.
“Just a tiny little load”, Leo chuckled. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
We kept staring at him.
“Oh, come on!” Leo said, raising his hands. “You would have done the same! I mean, I kicked the cum out of those nuts.” He pointed at the ice pack in Simon’s crotch. “Do you think he’ll let me keep my load? Hell, I wouldn’t!”
Simon turned to me. “He has a point.”
I rolled my eyes. “Still. This is not okay. You wasted a perfectly good load that would have looked great on camera.”
Leo had a crooked smile on his face. “Well, looking great is one thing. Feeling great is another. And it felt fucking great!” He chuckled.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Okay, what’s done is done. We can’t put the genie back in the bottle.”
“Fuck no”, Leo grinned. “The genie is splattered all over the bathroom floor…” He grabbed his crotch and showed off his meaty equipment. “The bottle is empty, I’m afraid.”
My cameraman Chad appeared in the doorframe. He seemed to sense that something was wrong. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
“We’ll have to re-schedule”, I said, and nodded in Leo’s direction. “This young man here wasted his baby batter for his own amusement.”
Chad stared at Leo. “You didn’t!” He seemed genuinely indignant.
I shrugged my shoulders. “That’s what I said.”
Chad turned to me. “He didn’t!”
I looked at Leo. “I’m afraid he did.”
Leo shrugged his shoulders. “No money shot today I’m afraid… I guess we’ll have to reschedule, like Alex said.” The cocky grin on his face spoke volumes. “You don’t want to bust a pair of deflated, empty balls like these, do you?” He pointed at his crotch.
I let out a sigh. There wasn’t much of a bulge visible in his crotch. Now that he had emptied his sperm cannons they were probably dangling even lower than usual, with his limp dick drooping in front of them.
Simon got up, groaning a little as he stretched his limbs. “I can work with that.”
“You--- What?” Leo blinked. Apparently he hadn’t thought about that.
“Why not?” Simon said. “I’ll bust those empty balls. You know, maybe you were right to jerk one out. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to shoot a load for a week.” He smiled at Leo. “Maybe a month, if I put my heart into it.”
I nodded at Chad who went to fetch the camera.
Leo grimaced. “Oh, come on, I---"
“Take your clothes off”, I said casually. “Let’s see what Simon is working with.”
Leo rolled his eyes and stripped naked.
I was right. His balls were hanging super-low, and his limp dick looked pretty pathetic. I could almost make out his fingerprints on it.
Leo tugged at his junk, a little embarrassed.
“That’s fine”, Simon said. “It won’t get any better than that. Looks like you strangled the snake very thoroughly.”
Leo chuckled. “Yeah…” He fondled his testicles and looked at Simon. “They are pretty…”
“…tender?” Simon smiled. “Yeah, I thought so. Maybe I should be gentle with them.”
Leo nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
Simon nodded along with him. “I won’t be, though.” I put the icepack down and lowered his boxer briefs, exposing his swollen, battered balls. “You weren’t either.”
Leo grimaced at the sight of Simon’s junk. “Fair point.” He let out a deep sigh. “Let’s get it over with and ruin these puppies.”
“That’s the spirit”, I smiled.
“Why don’t we use the pool table?” Simon suggested as he carefully tucked his genitalia back into his underwear. “Leo’s drained balls are hanging so low – it’s perfect!”
Leo glared at him.
“Great idea”, I said. “We haven’t used the pool table in ages. What do you say, Leo?”
Leo decided to be a good sport about it. “Who doesn’t like a nice game of pool”, he said with a weak grin. “I know these boys do…” He grabbed his sack by the neck and smacked it into his other hand. The wet slap echoed in the studio.
“Perfect”, I said.
A few minutes later, Leo was standing behind the pool table, stark naked, his balls dangling in the corner pocket. He was holding his floppy dick out of the way, creating a perfect target for Simon who was leaning over the table, the cue lined up with the cue ball.
“Action!” Chad yelled.
Leo had a defiant smile on his face, his nuts exposed. He knew exactly what was about to happen.
“Empty balls, corner pocket”, Simon said cheerfully, making Leo laugh out loud.
A split-second later he choked on his laughter as the cue ball dashed into his testicles, slamming them into the rigid backside of the corner pocket and flattening them with a loud, resounding SPLAT, knocking the wind out of Leo’s lungs.
“Ooooooooooooooh”, Leo groaned and doubled over, his face flat on the green felt of the pool table. “Ooooooooooh, my fucking nuts.” He coughed. “Good shot. You got them both…”
“Thanks”, Simon grinned. “Let’s see if I can do it again.”
“What? Oh. Sure, just a sec”, Leo moaned and struggled to stand upright. “Let me just put the balls back in the---”
SPLUTCH!
Simon didn’t wait for Leo to finish the sentence, and he didn’t wait for Leo to return the cue ball. Seeing that Leo’s testicles were in perfect position, he fired the next pool ball at his target, connecting perfectly once again and making Leo scream from the top his lungs.
“Holy fuck!” Leo squealed.
“Another good shot, huh?” Simon smiled.
“Perfect”, Leo coughed. “Just perfect.”
“Let’s see if I can focus on just one of them”, Simon suggested.
Leo blinked. “Just one---"
SQUITCH!
The next ball slammed into Leo’s right testicle, sparing the left one. The full force of the blow was absorbed by poor Leo’s right nut, and he screamed in agony.
“That was the right one, I think”, Simon chuckled.
“Fuck!” Leo wailed.
“Am I right?” Simon asked innocently.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, Leo groaned. “Yeah, you are right. Could you, you know, aim for the left one now, please?”
“As you wish”, Simon chuckled.
SPLATCH!
The next ball slammed into the pocket – but it met Leo’s right nut once again, pinning it against the back of the pocket.
Leo howled in pain.
“The left one! Not that one! The left one!” Leo wailed, his eyes clenched shut, his right testicle swelling rapidly.
“Oops, sorry”, Simon smiled and lined up another ball. “Left ball, corner pocket.”
SCLUTCH!
Leo’s high-pitched squeal told volumes.
“Oh, that was my left”, Simon grimaced. “Your right. Sorry.”
“Again”, Leo whimpered. “Could you please try a little harder?”
Chad zoomed in on the nuts in the corner pocket.
Leo’s right nut was swollen considerably.
SPLUNCH!
Leo’s eyes opened wide and he let out a silent scream.
“I think that was the left one”, Simon smiled proudly.
A second later, Leo found his voice again and screamed in utter agony.
“Yup, I think it was”, Simon chuckled. “Let’s finish him off with a double nutter.”
Leo was sobbing pain, holding his limp dick to the side as if his life depended on it.
“Both balls, corner pocket”, Simon announced cheerfully. “This joke does not get old…”
SMUUTCH!
Leo’s eyes rolled back into his head as the cue ball connected with both of his balls, and he was on the verge of passing out, his knees trembling. It looked like he might slide to the ground.
Simon though on his feet, grabbed a pool ball and stuffed it into the pocket.
“Oh god”, Leo shrieked, realizing his balls were stuck. Each of his testicles must have been the size of the pool balls by now, and the pocket clearly was too small for three balls of that size – two of which were attached to the lanky body of a screaming skater.
Simon turned to the camera and smiled. “That was fun”, he said cheerfully. “Who wants to play next?”
“Cut!” I said with a laugh.
“That was hilarious!” Chad chuckled.
“Great work, both of you”, I chuckled and patted Simon on the back.
I glanced at Leo who was writhing in pain, desperately trying to pull his balls out of the pocket.
Simon chuckled. “Want me to help him?”
Leo was whimpering an moaning, and it looked like he was increasing the pressure with every move instead of releasing it. He was gingerly trying to pull out his testicles but the pool ball on top of them prevented him from doing so, and in the process he was yanking and pulling on his sensitive nut cords.
I shrugged my shoulders. “He’ll figure it out. And when he does we’ll have an ice pack ready…”
