Soccer balls 2

Featured in this story: Brandon, Cal, Phil, the twins and Zach (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Overtime 
Take five 
Fourplay 
Sneakpeak 
Artwork

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. 

“Why don’t you take off your clothes“, I said, smiling at the six guys who were standing in front of me. “Jimmy and Phil should be here any minute.”

Will chuckled. The blond gymnast ran his hand through his hair and winked at me. “You can’t wait to see us naked, huh?”

I grinned. “Well, you know, I’ve seen you naked a couple of times – but it’s always a pleasure…”

Will laughed and began unbuttoning his jeans. He reached inside his underwear and pulled out his fat cock and his big nuts. He stroked his cock and winked at me again.

I shrugged and smiled.

His twin brother Michael rolled his eyes and took of his shirt.

Both guys had muscular bodies and similar sets of genitals.

The other guys had no reason to be jealous of the twins’ bodies or their junks, though.



Cal, the 22 year old black swimmer, was very well endowed, with a long dick that was semi-hard, and two large testicles that hung low in their sac.

His Asian-American buddy Brandon looked at Cal’s equipment, then at his own, then at Cal’s again. The 21 year old’s valuables were impressive, but not as big as his buddies. He glanced to the side and stared at George’s crotch.

The 23 year old actor’s pubic hair was neatly trimmed. His cock was flaccid and his balls were hanging low. George was in the same league as Cal, with his oversized dick and similarly oversized nuts.

”Hey, Brandon”, Zach grinned. The blond jock was the only one who wasn’t completely naked, yet. He was wearing black boxer briefs.

Brandon looked at him.

Zach playfully squeezed his package and grinned. “Jealous?”

Brandon smirked and shrugged.

Slowly, Zach peeled off his briefs. His cock was rock hard and slapped against his abs with a wet smack.

Brandon bit his lip.

Zach’s junk was awe-inspiring. He had a long, thick cock with a bulbous head that glistened with pre-cum. His large eggs dangled below as he took off his briefs and looked at his five companions, apparently expecting them to compliment him on his equipment.

“Oh, come on”, Will grinned, looking at Zach’s groin. “We have seen your tool. Do you expect us to worship it?”

Zach shrugged. “Wouldn’t hurt…”

Will chuckled and shook his head.

“Hey!” Jimmy was standing in the door. “Look at all that meat!”

He was the twins’ older brother. At 29 years, he was at the end of his career as a professional soccer player in England. He was a bit taller than his brother’s, and his blond hair was a bit darker, but there was definitely a family resemblance. He was wearing his soccer gear, blue shorts and a white jersey with his name and his number on the back, soccer cleats, socks and shoes.

His hand was resting on the shoulder of another professional soccer player. Phil was 18 years old, the rising star of American soccer. He had come from England, having played in the same team as Jimmy who had helped him get transferred to one of the most successful US teams.

Phil’s clothing was similar to Jimmy’s, but he was wearing green and white, which looked very good on the red haired boy.

The two soccer players smiled, looking at the six naked guys and their exposed genitals.

Jimmy grinned and rubbed his hands. “I was looking forward to this…”

Phil laughed and patted Jimmy’s shoulder. “I’m gonna beat you, mate, that’s for sure…”

Jimmy smiled and walked over to his naked brothers. He gave them a hug and grinned.

“Welcome home”, Will grinned.

Jimmy chuckled.

“Okay”, I said, clapping my hands. “These are the rules: Phil and Jimmy, you both choose three of our guys here to be on your team. They are going to take your kicks and rate them. Three rounds, one for each of your guys. Three kicks per round.”

Jimmy and Phil looked at each other and grinned.

The rest of the guys didn’t seem too happy…

“Good luck”, Jimmy said and shook Phil’s hand.

“No cheating. The rating scale is from 1 to 10”, I continued. “And the loser is going to get a
special surprise by the winning team.”

Jimmy and Phil stared at me.

“What do you mean?” Phil said slowly.

I smiled. “The winning team can think of something they’ll do to the loser.”

Phil gulped.

“We’ll meet next week for that…”

“Okay”, Phil said.

My cameraman Chad was standing behind the camera and nodded.

“Let’s start.” I turned to Phil. “You’re the first one to make your choice.”

Phil scratched his head and looked at the six naked guys who were standing in a line. “I guess I should choose the guys with the toughest nuts, huh?” He walked back and forth in front of them before he stopped in front of Will. “You.”

Will smiled at Jimmy, apologetically, and walked behind Phil.

“Okay”, Jimmy said. “My turn, now.” He grinned. “That’s easy. Michael.”

The blond gymnast nodded and walked over to his brother.

Will whispered something into Phil’s ear. Phil listened and nodded. “Cal.”

The black swimmer grinned and joined Phil’s team.

“Brandon”, Jimmy said, and the Asian-American boy walked over to him.

Phil looked at George and Zach.

“The one with those monster bollocks is the weakest, right?” Phil asked Will and Cal.

The two guys grinned and nodded.

“Then I take the other one”, Phil said.

George grimaced. “The name’s George”, he mumbled.

“Okay”, Jimmy sighed. “I’ll have to take Weak Nuts over there.”

Zach blinked. His hard cock was pointing at the ceiling and his huge nuts were dangling below. “I went to training camp”, he said.

Jimmy raised his eyebrows. “Great.”

Zach shrugged.

“Fine”, I said. “Will, Cal and George are on Phil’s team. Michael, Brandon and Zach are on Jimmy’s team. Let’s start with the twins.”

Michael and Will looked at me.

“Wanna go first?” Jimmy grinned at Phil.

Phil shrugged. “Alright.” He turned to Will. “Spread your legs.”

“No”, I said. “Jimmy is going to kick your guys and you are going to kick his.”

Phil thought for a moment. “Alright, that’s fair.” He smiled at Michael.

The blond gymnast fondled his nuggets. “Go easy.”

Phil grinned. “No way. I’m gonna win this thing…”

Michael grimaced.

Phil looked at Michael’s crotch. He cracked his knuckles.

“Come on, Mikey, you can take it”, Jimmy said.

Michael sighed and spread his legs. He was facing the camera while Phil was standing behind him, focussing on the target that was dangling between Will’s thighs.

“Ready?” Phil said.

“Erm”, Michael said, laughing nervously. “Not really.”

Phil shrugged and brought back his foot.

Michael blinked.

Then Phil’s foot came crashing into his nuts from behind. The toes of his soccer shoe slammed into the blond boy’s meaty balls with a resounding smack.

Will cringed in sympathy.

Phil had a satisfied smile on his face.

Michael’s eyes were bulging, his mouth was clenched shut. Slowly, he reached for his crotch and cupped his aching nuts. He let out an agonized whimper.

“That was good, wasn’t it?” Phil grinned.

“Yep”, Michael whispered, his hands massaging his aching testicles.

Phil walked around him. “What do you say?”

“Seven”, Michael whispered.

Phil raised his eyebrows.

Michael closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Seven”, he repeated.

Phil shrugged and looked at Jimmy.

Jimmy smiled. “Okay, Will”, he said, turning to his brother.

Will was watching his twin brother double over with obvious delight in his eyes. “Yes?”

“Spread ‘em, Will”, Jimmy grinned. He turned to Brandon and Zach. “We can do better than a seven, can’t we?”

Will looked at him.

“Yes, we can!” Zach shouted.

Brandon looked at him with an amused expression on his face. Then he chimed in. “Yes, we can! Yes, we can!”

Will spread his legs and let his hands rest on his knees.

His well-filled sac was swinging freely between his legs.

Jimmy stood behind him, jumping up and down and stretching his legs.

Will looked to the side.

His twin brother was looking directly at him, grimacing in pain, his hands clutching his aching gonads.

Zach and Brandon were chanting, “Yes, we can! Yes, we can!”

“Good luck, Will”, Michael mouthed.

Before Will could answer, Jimmy’s foot had found its target.

The handsome blond gymnast was lifted off the ground by the powerful kick.

His tender nuggets were slammed into his pelvis and he let out a high-pitched scream.

“Yay!” Zach and Brandon screamed.

Will’s knees met and he wailed in agony. He clutched his crotch and doubled over, panting heavily.

“Eight”, Will whimpered.

Zach and Brandon cheered and patted Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Okay”, Phil said, rubbing his hands. “This one is going to be a ten.”

Michael groaned. He was rubbing his testicles. His long cock was semi-hard and pointing at the camera.

“Come on, Phil”, George said. “Make it a ten!”

Michael had a determined look on his face.

“No way little Mikey’s going to take a ten”, Will whispered, nursing his battered balls. “He’s going to puke at nine!”

“Fuck you!” Michael growled. He spread his legs and let his slightly reddened ballsac swing back and forth.

Phil waited until Michael’s sac was still.

Then he powered a mean kick into Michael’s crotch. His instep landed right on target, slamming Michael’s meaty nuggets into his pelvis and making the other guys wince in sympathy.

Michael coughed. His eyes closed and he bit his lower lip.

He grabbed his testicles, closed his legs, and moaned miserably.

“So?” Phil said.

“Nine”, Michael whimpered.

Will chuckled. “And you don’t puke?”

Michael shot his twin brother what was supposed to be an angry look, but it looked more like tortured than angry as the pain was washing through his body.

Will chuckled again, all the while nursing his aching testicles.

“Will”, Jimmy said.

He nodded and assumed his position again, hands on his knees, his legs spread wide.

“Yes, we can! Yes, we can!” Brandon and Zach started chanting again.

Phil rolled his eyes.

Jimmy took a step back and let his right foot swing back and forth, gaining momentum. Then, with a thunderous impact, he brought his foot up between Will’s thighs. His aim was off, though. His instep crashed into Will’s perineum, and his toes barely touched Will’s left nut.

Will let out a cry of pain, nevertheless, and rubbed the soft spot between his ass and his ballsac.

He recovered quickly and grinned at Jimmy. “One”, he said cheerfully. “That was a one. And it would have been a zero if your toe hadn’t tickled the skin of my sac!”

Jimmy frowned at him. “Fuck.”

“One”, Will repeated triumphantly, causing his team mates George and Cal to clap and cheer.

Phil grinned and prepared for his last kick in this round.

“16 points for Phil, 9 points for Jimmy”, I announced.

Michael cleared his throat and looked at Phil.

Phil grinned. “I know what you want to say. I don’t have to kick you too hard. A four would be enough to win this round.”

Michael smiled and nodded.

“Well, I’m going for the ten, anyway”, Phil shrugged.

Michael blinked.

“Yeah, show him”, Will shouted. “Give him a ten!”

Michael glared at his brother.

Will chuckled. “Give him a ten! He can’t take it!”

Michael clenched his teeth. “Sure I can!”

“You can’t, Mikey”, Will grinned. “No way.”

Michael turned to Phil. “Give me a ten”, he said and spread his legs.

Jimmy raised his eyebrows. “But Michael, you’re on my t---“

“You are going to lose this round anyway”, Michael retorted. His nuts were dangling vulnerably between his thighs. “I’m sick and tired of Will making fun of me.” He turned his head to Phil. “Give me a ten!”

Phil shrugged and grinned. “If that’s what you want…” He took a few steps back.

“Ooooh, Mikey”, Will cooed. “This is going to hurt…”

With a running start, Phil brought his leg up between Michael’s thighs, connecting perfectly with the two hefty jewels in his sac. Phil’s instep slammed into them, ramming them into Michael’s pelvis and making Michael take a flying leap toward the camera.

Michael let out an ear-shattering scream and he collapsed on the ground, nursing his battered testicles and screaming from the top of his lungs.

Will grinned. “I bet that was a ten.”

Michael was screaming hoarsely while the other guys watched him, grimacing in sympathy.

“Ten?” Phil grinned.

“Yes!“ Michael screamed. Spit was drooling from his mouth. “You fucking---“

“Thanks”, Phil smiled and looked at Jimmy. “A ten.”

“Congratulations”, Jimmy mumbled and looked at Will.

“Jimmy”, Will smiled at his older brother. “You can’t win this round.”

“I know”, Jimmy said.

“So why don’t we just stop---“

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jimmy interrupted him.

Will grinned and shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

“No way”, Jimmy said sharply. “Spread your legs.”

Will bit his lower lip and complied. “I guess you’ll go for a ten, huh?”

“I will”, Jimmy said.

“Well, I should’ve known”, Will mumbled.

“Yes, we can! Yes, we can!” Brandon and Zach started chanting again.

“Shut up!” Jimmy shouted.

Brandon and Zach looked at each other and closed their mouths.

Jimmy took a long look at Will’s low-hanging nuts.

Then he closed his eyes and inhaled slowly.

He opened them again and brought his foot into Will’s dangling jewels with a precise and powerful kick, cracking both of the blond gymnast’s tender nuts and making him let out a soprano wail.

“Ten”, he whimpered in a high-pitched voice, falling to the ground and grabbing his aching balls. “Ten! Ten! Ten!“

The two naked twins were lying next to each other, both of them curled up tightly, their hands nursing their battered balls, panting and whimpering in pain.

“Round one goes to Phil”, I shouted over the twin’s moans. “With 26 to 19 points.”

George and Cal cheered and clapped.

“Okay, guys, new balls, please”, Phil grinned. He pointed at Brandon and winked.

The cute Asian-American smiled weakly and stood in front of Phil.

Phil looked at Brandon’s crotch and grinned. “Nice set.”

“Thank you”, Brandon beamed.

“I’m gonna trash it”, Phil added matter-of-factly.

Brandon’s left eye twitched. “Oh.”

Cal and George had watched the quick exchange between Phil and Brandon, laughing heartily.

“You!” Jimmy said to Cal.

Cal stopped laughing and grimaced in anticipation. “Yes?”

Jimmy whistled sharply and pointed at the spot right next to Cal.

“Good luck”, George whispered.

Cal groaned.

The handsome black swimmer with his muscular body and two fat, pendulous nuts hanging below his large cock stood right next to his buddy Brandon.

Cal and Brandon looked at each other.

“Gonna pass out?” Brandon grinned.

Cal blinked.

“I think you are”, Brandon said, stroking his cock and rubbing the tip of his hardened dick with his index finger. “I think you’re gonna pass out.”

Cal opened his mouth, then he closed it again and looked straight ahead.

“Come on, Cal”, Brandon grinned. “You know your nuts are weak. You’re gonna be singing soprano when he hits a four!” He was obviously enjoying making fun of his buddy. His thick, hard dick was rock hard and glistening with precum. “It’s gonna be ‘Thwack!’.” Brandon mimicked getting hit in the nuts with an exaggerated wince. His cock bounced up and down. “’Four!’” He grabbed his balls, his eyes open wide in a mocking grimace. Then he whimpered with a high-pitched soprano voice. “’Oh, my nuts! My precious nuts! My poor, beloved, precious nuts!’” Brandon jumped up and down, cupping his balls and making funny faces, mocking his buddy. His hard cock was slapping against his muscular abs with every jump.

Cal was grinding his teeth, obviously angry, but trying to ignore his friend and staring right into the camera.

“Okay”, Jimmy said. “Enough with the theatrics.”

Brandon smirked at Cal.

Cal stared straight ahead.

Brandon leaned over and whispered into Cal’s ear, “’Oh, my poor, useless balls.’”

Jimmy walked in front of Cal.

Cal looked at him.

“Get your cock out of the way”, Jimmy said casually.

Cal pressed his lips together and complied, holding his cock with both hands against his abs and letting his full, ripe testicles dangle vulnerably below.

Jimmy smiled. “Now spread your---“

He didn’t even have to finish the sentence. Cal nodded and stood with his legs spread wide apart.

“Great”, Jimmy grinned and looked at Cal’s delicate plums.

The soccer player was standing in front of Cal, his hands resting on his hips. Jimmy was a hot guy, one of the most successful soccer players in the world, with advertising contracts for a major clothing designer and a well-known fragrance among others. He was friends with David Beckham and Wayne Rooney, and it was nothing short of bizarre to see him in our studio, preparing to kick the balls of poor Cal while in the background, Jimmy’s brothers, the twins, were lying, moaning in pain and caressing their damaged bits…

Jimmy winked at Cal and brought his leg back. Then, with a resounding slap, his foot collided with Cal’s testicles. The instep rammed both of Cal’s tender globes into his crotch, flattening them and making Cal’s eyes widen and his mouth open.

With a split-second delay, Cal let out a miserable groan and doubled over.

Jimmy grinned.

Cal coughed and grimaced, his hands wrapping around his aching testicles.

“Cal, may we have your vote, please?” Jimmy said cheerfully, apparently pretty sure that he had landed a winner.

“Ow”, Cal groaned.

Jimmy looked at him expectantly.

Cal grimaced and looked up at him. “Seven.”

Jimmy raised his eyebrows. “That was a seven?”

Cal nodded.

Jimmy frowned. “I’m going for a ten on the next kick, buddy.”

Cal groaned. “Maybe it was a ten”, he said quickly.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Phil protested. “He said it was a seven. He can’t change his mind just like that!” He turned to Cal. “Remember what team you’re on!”

Cal groaned. “Seven. It was a seven, okay?”

Jimmy shrugged.

Phil turned to Brandon. “My turn, now.”

Brandon looked at him with an uneasy smile. “Okay.”

Phil looked at Brandon’s junk, and Brandon spread his legs, grimacing in anticipation.

With a swift motion, Phil kicked Brandon’s balls.

Brandon whined in pain.

Phil grinned at Jimmy who shrugged.

Brandon was holding his nuts, trying hard not to double over. “Five”, he said hoarsely.

Phil rolled his eyes.

“Fine”, Jimmy said quickly. “Then it’s my turn again, isn’t it?”

Cal was looking miserable. He had trouble keeping his hands away from his balls.

“You two”, Jimmy looked at George and Zach who were watching the scene with mixed feelings. “Hold his hands behind his back.”

Cal grimaced.

Zach grinned and grabbed Cal’s right wrists.

George hesitated. Then he joined Zach and held Cal’s left wrist in his hand.

The two naked boys held Cal’s arms apart.

The poor black swimmer looked like he was about to get crucified.

“Good”, Jimmy said. With a little running start, he brought his foot up into Cal’s crotch, catching both of Cal’s tender nuggets with his toes and ramming them into his pelvis.

Cal screamed at the top of his voice and struggled against George’s and Zach’s hold.

“Let go”, Jimmy said matter-of-factly.

George and Zach complied, and Cal collapsed on the ground, curling up in a little ball and clutching his nuts.

“Was that a ten, buddy?” Jimmy said.

Cal nodded, sobbing in pain.

“Say it out loud”, Phil demanded.

“It was a ten”, Cal whimpered.

Brandon chuckled. “How are your nuts feeling, Cal?”

Cal ignored him.

Phil looked at Brandon and smiled. “Your turn!”

Brandon clenched his teeth, spread his legs and held out his arms, imitating Cal’s position. “I got nothing to---“

Phil interrupted him with a powerful kick that came crashing into Brandon’s groin with a thunderous noise.

Brandon was lifted off the ground, and he landed on his knees when he came back down. He screamed in pain, clutching his aching balls and shouting, “Fuck you! My fucking nuts! You fuck! Shit! My nuts!”

Phil grinned. “Perfect ten?”

“No fucking way!” Brandon cried. “Fuck you!”

“Oh, just tell us what it is”, Jimmy said, sounding bored.

Brandon was writhing on the ground, trying to ease the pain that was radiating through his body. “Nine”, he said after a while. “It was a fucking nine.”

“Thanks”, Phil grinned. “That’s good enough for me.”

“That’s 14 points for Phil and 17 for Jimmy”, I announced.

“Okay”, Jimmy said, rubbing his hands. “Let’s wrap things up.”

Cal was still curled up on the ground, clutching his gonads.

Jimmy looked at George and Zach.

The two boys smiled weakly and grabbed Cal, holding his body up.

Cal’s eyes were filled with tears. “No”, he whispered.

“Sorry”, Jimmy said, not sounding sorry at all, “this is the last one.”

Cal whimpered.

Jimmy cracked his knuckles and took a couple of steps back. Then he came running toward Cal.
Cal’s eyes widened.

Jimmy’s foot slammed into Cal’s groin, ramming both of Cal’s juicy gonads into his pelvis, flattening them like pancakes.

Slowly, Cal’s mouth opened. He gasped for air.

The his eyes rolled back into his head and he sank to the ground.

“Ouch”, George commented, grimacing in sympathy.

Zach’s cock twitched at the sight of Cal’s tortured face.

“He’s out cold”, Jimmy said cheerfully. “I guess that’s a ten, huh?” He looked at me.

I looked at Cal.

The poor guy was getting slapped in the face by Zach who tried to wake him up.

On the third slap, Cal opened his eyes and groaned miserably.

He reached for his nuts and curled up in a tight little ball, moaning and whimpering.

“I guess so”, I said. “That’s 27 points for you. Phil has 14. Do you want to go for Brandon’s nuts once more?”

Phil looked at Brandon who was staring back at him.

“Well, that’s round two for you”, Phil shrugged. “No use kicking those pathetic balls again, huh, Brandon?”

Brandon glared at him. “What?”

Phil smiled. “Your buddy there took it like a man, but you screamed at me like crazy. I guess I’ll pass. You couldn’t stand another kick, anyway…”

Brandon slowly got up, cradling his naked gonads. “What?”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Come on. This round is over.”

“I can take a ten!” Brandon mumbled.

“I doubt it”, Phil replied, looking bored.

“Cal passed out!” Brandon pointed at his buddy who was writhing on the floor. “He passed out!” Brandon stood in front of Phil and pointed at his dangling testicles. “Come on, give me a ten.”
Phil smiled. “You saw what happened to Michael…”

Brandon glanced at the blond gymnast who was grimacing in pain and clutching his hurt genitals. Then he turned to Phil. “Give. Me. A. Ten.”

Phil shrugged. “It isn’t going to matter anyway.”

“It matters to me!” Brandon said sharply. “I’m not gonna pass out like Cal. Give me a ten!”

Phil shrugged again. “Alright.”

He stood in front of Brandon.

The Asian-American boy clenched his teeth. His dick was semi-hard and pointing at Phil.

George, Zach and Jimmy watched him with amusement on their faces.

Cal and the twins were too busy dealing with the pain in their nuts.

“Bring it on”, Brandon mumbled.

Phil chuckled. Then he turned serious. “You wanted it”, he said casually. Then, with a quick, powerful motion, he kicked Brandon’s balls. His instep collided with the two tender orbs and squashed them into his pelvis.

Brandon felt the pain immediately. “Fuck!” he screamed and collapsed on the ground again. “Fuck you! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Phil looked amused. “You wanted it. Was it hard enough or do you want me to take another one?”

Brandon was screaming obscenities while Phil laughed at him.

“Tell me, was it hard enough?” Phil repeated.

“Fuck, yes”, Brandon whimpered. “It was a ten. And I took it like a man!”

Phil rolled his eyes and grinned. “Yeah. Like a man. Lying on the ground, crying for your balls. Congratulations.”

Brandon stared at him, nursing his aching nuts.

“Okay, guys”, I said. “Round two goes to Jimmy with 27 points. Phil has 24 points. Last round, gentlemen.”

“That’s us”, George said to Zach.

Zach nodded.

“Good luck”, George said.

Zach nodded again.

“Want to start with a ten?” Phil grinned at Zach whose cock was rock hard and pointing to the ceiling.

Zach stared at his feet.

Phil chuckled and grabbed the head of Zach’s oversized cock.

“Quite a monster you got there”, Phil grinned and let Zach’s dick slap against his abs.

Zach winced, but grinned proudly.

“And those bollocks”, Phil smiled and grabbed Zach’s sac, squeezing the two extra-large testicles playfully. “Very impressive.”

Zach chuckled. “You bet.”

“Okay”, Phil said and took a step back. “Let’s crack your nuts.”

Zach’s smiled vanished and he looked at Jimmy, then at Phil again.

The young red haired soccer player took his time.

Zach’s ripe plums were dangling freely between his legs.

“Oh, I hate to destroy your manhood”, Phil sighed.

Zach cleared his throat. “Well, you don---“

He was interrupted by a hard kick into his dangling family jewels that made him groan in pain and double over.

“I think I was off target, wasn’t I?” Phil said, scratching his head. “Got the left nut, huh?”

Zach whimpered in pain and nodded. “The left one”, he said in a weepy voice. “Dead on.”

“Mmh”, Phil shrugged. “Those big suckers are hard to catch.”

Zach whimpered.

“So – what was it?” Jimmy said impatiently, looking at Zach.

Zach bit his lips, nursing his ballsac. “A four.”

“A four?” Phil exclaimed, looking at Zach with disbelief.

Zach shrugged, grimacing in pain.

“Better luck next time”, Jimmy grinned and turned to George.

The curly haired actor stared at him. “Hi”, he said shyly.

“Hi”, Jimmy laughed.

George’s cock was limp and Jimmy decided to walk around him. “I’m gonna kick you from behind”, he announced.

“Oh”, George said, not moving.

“Erm, spread your legs, please?” Jimmy grinned.

George grimaced and did as he was told.

Jimmy didn’t waste any time. As soon as George had assumed his position, Jimmy kicked his nuts. His shoe crashed into George’s manhood with a resounding slap.

George groaned and doubled over, clutching his nuts and grimacing in pain.

“Six”, he said hoarsely.

Jimmy grinned and patted George’s back. “Over to you, Phil.”

Phil chuckled. He looked at Zach’s oversized testicles.

“Grab your balls”, he said.

Zach looked at him with a blank expression.

“Grab your balls”, Phil repeated.

Zach did.

“Hold them so I can kick them properly.”

“Huh?” Zach stared at him.

“Hold them tight”, Phil said patiently.

Zach grimaced and squeezed his nutsac so that his extralarge nuggets were held at the bottom. He looked at Phil and bit his lower lip.

“Just like that”, Phil grinned and launched a powerful kick at Zach’s compact package.

The toes of his shoe crashed into the two delicate plums, hitting them both dead on.

Zach’s eyes bulged and he let out a miserable groan.

“Perfect”, Phil grinned.

Zach doubled over and nursed his aching manhood.

“Don’t you agree, Zach?”

Zach whimpered. “Eight.”

“Thank you!” Phil smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear!”

Jimmy had watched Phil closely. “Alright, George, grab your balls”, he said, standing behind George.

George moaned.

“Squeeze them back so I can see them.”

George complied. His fat nuts were held tightly in place between his ass cheeks. A perfect target.

Jimmy grinned. Then he took a step back and kicked George’s vulnerable marbles.
George let out an ear-piercing wail and squeezed his knees shut, his nuts trapped between his thighs.

Jimmy nodded.

“Nine”, George whimpered, with tears in his eyes.

“Okay”, I announced. “That’s 15 points for Jimmy and 12 points for Phil. One more kick each!”

“Shit”, Phil mumbled, realizing that he might lose this round.

Zach grinned, reading Phil’s mind. “You’re losing”, he smirked.

Phil raised his eyebrows. “Grab your bollocks”, he said sharply.

The smirk was wiped off of Zach’s face. He gulped and grabbed his ballsac.

“Show me both of them”, Phil demanded.

Zach gave a weak grin and pressed both of his testicles to the bottom of his sac.

“Alright”, Phil mumbled, concentrating on Zach’s balls. “Alright…”

He took a step back, and with perfect aim and all the force he could muster, he kicked Zach’s nuggets, hitting them dead on.

Zach stumbled and his mouth opened.

His dick was rock hard, pressed against his abs.

His cock-head twitched.

Then his cock erupted with powerful jets of cum that splattered up against his chin, landing on his chest and running down his abs.

He was still holding his nuts, unable to move, his eyes wide open, spit drooling out of his mouth.

A tiny, wheezing sound escaped his lips as his eyebrows rose and his nose twitched slightly.

His cock was continuing to shoot white, hot cum all over the place, coating Zach’s body and the floor with a thick layer of creamy, sticky spunk.

“Ew”, Phil said, shaking his head. He took a step back and watched Zach’s cock shoot from a safe distance.

“Ten”, Zach said in a toneless voice, holding on to his balls.

Then he collapsed on the floor, joining the twins, Cal and Brandon.

George gulped and looked back over his shoulder at Jimmy. “I--- that’s---“

Jimmy chuckled and patted George’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I don’t expect that from you…”

George gave a forced laugh.

“Altough...” Jimmy grinned. “Why don’t you jerk your cock, huh?”

“You--- what?” George blinked.

Jimmy shrugged.

George slowly started jerking his fat dick until it was fully hard.

“Good”, Jimmy grinned. “I’m not going full force if you tell me when you cum.”

George was breathing heavily.

Phil watched him.

Soon, George was nearing climax. He was feverishly stroking his massive dong, his hand rushing up and down the shaft. Precum was oozing out of its tip.

George’s face was beet red and he was panting. “I---“

“That’s what I wanted to hear”, Jimmy said gently.

As soon as the first spurt of cum came shooting out of George’s cock, Jimmy kicked George’s busy babymakers with all his might.

His shoe crashed into George’s tender jewels and cracked them with a resounding smack that echoed across the room.

George shrieked in pain.

Loads and loads of jizz cam spraying out of the tip of his dick while his balls felt like they had exploded.

George fell to his knees, his hands clutching his nuts while his cock erupted with his hot lava.

“Fuck you”, George whimpered and curled up in a ball, lying in a pool of his own spunk.

“Sorry”, Jimmy grinned. “I had to make sure I’d win…”

“Fuck you”, George whined. Then he added with a miserable groan. “That was a ten…”

“Yes!” Jimmy laughed.

“Jimmy wins the third round with 25 points. Phil has 22”, I announced. “Jimmy is the winner.”

Phil grimaced and shook the older guys hand.

“Yes!” Jimmy repeated.

“Alright”, I said, walking towards the two, watching the six naked guys on the ground.

The twins were moaning softly, Cal and Brandon were still writhing on the floor, and George and Zach sang the familiar song of loud, miserable moans.

“Congratulations”, I smiled and shook Jimmy’s hand.

“Erm”, Phil cleared his throat. “I guess I’m up for the loser’s punishment, huh?”

“I guess so”, I grinned.

“What is it?” Phil asked in a low voice.

I shrugged. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

Phil gulped.

“See you next week…”