Thursday, July 3, 2014

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (3)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

Cal, Kev, Zach and Ben were sitting around the table, chomping on meaty hotdogs, chicken drumsticks and burgers. Even though the delicious taste in their mouths couldn’t whitewash the churning pain in their meaty balls, they were happy for a brief timeout from all the ballbreaking mayhem they had endured.

When Zach reached for the last hotdog, the precious break for the stud’s bulging basket was over, however.

Sitting opposite from him, Kev had an eye on the hotdog, too. And he was in a perfect position to stop Zach from taking it. With a swift motion, he brought his foot up and sent it crashing between Zach’s thighs.

Zach’s nuts were held snugly by his tight shorts, and they had nowhere to go when the tip of Kev’s foot crashed into them, catching both of them dead-on and driving the air from Zach’s lungs.

“You could have asked, you know”, Kev said with a good-natured smile before kicking Zach’s nuts again under the table as hard as he could.

Zach let out a miserable yelp as the pain exploded from his oversized testicles. One hand clutching the much sought-after hotdog, the other one slowly reaching for the thick, plump meatballs between his legs, Zach groaned in pain but refused to let go of the hotdog.

Kev raised his eyebrow. “Come on, we could share it, you know?”

“After you kicked me in the nads?!” Zach grunted. “Fuck you!”

Kev sighed. He stood and walked around the table where Zach was standing doubled over, his cute butt stretching his tight shorts.

Kev let out another sigh. It looked as if he was almost sorry to interfere with his buddy’s sex life. On the other hand, he wasn’t too sorry to send a powerful, nutcrunching kick between Zach’s legs from behind, crunching Zach’s gonads into his body and lifting him up a couple of inches before he crashed face first onto the table that collapsed under him. The plates and cutlery landed on the floor with ear-shattering noise, pieces of meat and bottles of sauce flying everywhere.

“Fuck!” Ben shouted, jumping up from his chair.

“That was totally unnecessary!” Cal chimed in, rubbing muscular, naked chest that was covered in barbecue sauce.

Zach was whimpering in pain, lying amidst all the chaos, clutching his balls while refusing to let go of the hotdog.

“Zach, you’re a fucking klutz,” Kev said, feigning indignation.

Ben and Cal looked at Zach who was whining in agony.

“Come on, guys, let’s have some fun with him”, Kev grinned and grabbed the waistband of Zach’s shorts.

Cal and Ben hesitated for a moment. Then, with a shrug, they assisted Kev in stripping Zach’s shorts off of his body, revealing his muscular, naked ass and his well-worn jock-strap that was stretched to the maximum, trying in vain to cover his hard monster meat and his supersize nuts.

“Damn, you horny bastard”, Kev chuckled and he threw a playful yet definitely painful backhand at Zach’s package, making the blond stud shriek in pain.

Zach struggled against Kev but he couldn’t stop his buddy from ripping his shorts off his body, leaving him naked except for the jockstrap.

“How about we play a little game of nut bottle?” Kev grinned.

Cal and Ben held Zach’s legs wide open as Kev reached for a heavy bottle of barbecue sauce. He weighed it in his hand and smiled. “It’s a bit like nut ball. It may be a little more one-sided, though…”

Cal and Ben laughed as Kev took a step back and launched the heavy bottle between Zach’s wide-spread thighs. The bottom of the bottle connected with Zach’s nutsack, slamming into his crotch with a dull thud and causing the stud to let out a soprano wail.

Kev frowned. “Damn. I only got lefty. My aim is off…”

“Wait”, Ben grinned. “I have an idea…”

Zach was whimpering in pain, his jockstrap failing to do its job and letting his heavy dick swing to the side.

Ben reached for a little bottle of Tabasco.

Zach’s eyes widened as Ben generously poured the hot, spicy liquid onto the pouch of his jockstrap, almost succeeding in painting a bright red bull’s eye on Zach’s doomed manhood.

Kev cheered and clapped his hands.

Ben winked at Zach, pulled his waistband away from his crotch and broadly sprinkled his naked nuts, his pubic hair and the root of his dick with Tabasco before letting the waistband snap back. He made sure to hold it high up so that it didn’t smack against Zach’s taught abs but against his Tabasco-covered babymakers, making Zach howl in pain.

“Ouch”, Kev and Cal dead-panned in unison before breaking out in laughter.

Ben threw the little Tabasco bottle at Kev. “Here, try again”, he smiled.

Cal and Ben spread Zach’s legs as wide as they could, putting his Tabasco soaked package on full display and making poor Zach scream in pain.

Kev hurled the bottle at Zach’s nuts as hard as he could. The little glass bottle connected squarely with Zach’s bulging manhood, squashing both of Zach’s meaty nuts and making him yodel in pain.

By now, the Tabasco was starting to have an effect on Zach as the spicy fluid spread over the sensitive skin of his sac and ran down his rock hard shaft until it reached the huge, bulbous head of his dick. Sweat ran down Zach’s face. His short blond hair was dripping wet and his half-naked body was glistening.

“This doesn’t work”, Kev mumbled, apparently unhappy with the results of his turn at his own newly invented game. He looked around, searching for an appropriate missile. When nothing caught his eye, he walked up to Zach who was panting and moaning, his eyes wide open, his pupils slightly crossed.

“I guess we’ll have to take a more hands-on approach”, Kev smiled. “Or should I say knee-on?” With that, he dropped to his knee that came crashing down on Zach’s ample genitalia like a ton of bricks. Zach’s juicy nuts were flattened like pancakes under Kev’s body weight, and Zach let out an agonized yelp.

Chuckling, Kev ground his knee into Zach’s nuts, squishing and squashing his golden globes  as if he was trying to kill a cockroach.

Zach gasped for air, his eyes crossing inwards.

Kev looked into Zach’s eyes and grimaced in mock-sympathy. “Ooooh, that’s gotta hurt”, he cooed while continuing to grind Zach’s gonads under his bony knee. “Well, I guess you shouldn’t have reached for that last hotdog”, he added, smiling brightly.

Kev reached for the sausage in question and took it from Zach. The blond stud didn’t offer any resistance as he screamed from the top of his lungs while his nuts were virtually flat-ironed.

“Hey, not so fast”, Cal shouted and ripped the hotdog from Kev’s hands, causing him to loose balance and slip off of Zach’s bruised balls.

Zach let out an ear-piercing shriek as Kev’s knee slid over his nuts. “Fucking fuck!” Zach wailed, sounding like a foul mouthed coloratura soprano.

Ben decided to join in on the battle over the hotdog and lunged at Cal, retrieving the hotdog.

“My dick is on fire!” Zach belted in an ambitious imitation of Mariah Carey with a hint of Mickey Mouse thrown in. Groaning and panting, he managed to get on all fours and wobbled towards the pool, his battered and bruised balls hanging out of his jock next to his rock-hard dick that was dripping with Tabasco.

Neither Kev nor Cal or Ben paid any attention to Zach as he slid into the pool, sighing in relief when the cool water extinguished the fire in his loins.

The three studs were busy fighting over the last hotdog.

With a swift kick to his bulging nuts, Kev floored Cal who wailed in pain and dropped to the ground.

“Yes!” Kev shouted and grabbed the hotdog – but his moment of triumph was rather short lived as Ben’s hand sneaked between Kev’s thighs from behind.

Kev’s eyes widened as Ben’s hand closed around his ample junk.

“No”, Kev whispered in a toneless voice as Ben started squishing his tender gonads with all the force he could muster. It looked as if Ben was kneading cookie dough. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Kev’s most prized possessions, squeezing them, twisting them, pulling on them and wringing the life out of them.

Kev’s eyes started watering as Ben performed a daring combination of a swift 180 degree vertical twist and a simultaneous 90 degree horizontal turn which all but ripped Kev’s precious babymakers off his body.

“Ouch”, Kev whimpered in a comically high-pitched voice as his manhood was being mangled.

Ben formed a ring around the bottom of Kev’s genitals and pulled them back between his thighs, causing his meaty dick and balls to form a big, bulging pouch below his ass. Ben balled his fist, concentrated on his neatly presented target and fired a hard, powerful punch into Kev’s tender testicles.

Ben’s bony knuckles dug into the soft, tender flesh, crunching his nuts with admirable force, making Kev shriek like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

Ben chuckled and punched Kev’s balls twice again for good measure, making sure to twist his knuckles on impact, thereby enhancing the effectiveness of the blows.

Kev was screaming from the top of his lungs. His knees buckled and he collapsed face-first on the ground.

Ben grimaced in sympathy as he let go of Kev’s busted balls. Before Kev had a chance to cup the massive mound between his legs, Ben decided to treat Kev to a nut-shattering kick that connected perfectly, brutally squashing Kev’s ample gonads into his pelvis. Kev’s face went white as a sheet and his cheeks puffed. With a miserable groan, he curled up in the fetal position, sobbing and whining in pain.

Ben grinned. “Sorry, buddy”, he said, not sounding sorry at all. He bent down to grab the hotdog that had fallen onto the ground.

By now, Cal had recovered from Kev’s attack. The muscular swimmer decided to take a page from Ben’s book and launched a hard kick between Ben’s thighs from behind.

Ben screamed from the top of his lungs, dropping the hotdog and reaching for his busted balls. “Fuuuck”, he wailed, cupping the two big, juicy balls in his skimpy speedos.

He doubled over, clutching himself, and fell to his knees.

Cal smiled and picked up the hotdog from the floor. He eyed it suspiciously. Then he shrugged and opened his mouth to take a bite.

Ben turned around and before Cal was able to bring the hotdog to his mouth, he balled his fists and brought them together, catching Cal’s oversized package between them.

Cal froze.

Zach winced in sympathy, forgetting about the pain in his own nuts for a second as he paddled in the pool.

Even Kev shuddered, as he watched the devastating effect of Ben’s creative try at a double-fisted nut-sandwich while nursing his own battered balls.

Frozen like an antique statue, Cal let out a hoarse groan. His fingers loosened and the hotdog fell to the floor once again. Inside his skimpy speedo, his cock visibly hardened and a conspicuous moist spot appeared where the bulbous head of his dick tented the fabric of his swimwear.

Ben appeared more than satisfied with his inventive move and decided to repeat it. He brought his fists together again, smashing Cal’s huge nuts between them with an audible smack. The creative rearrangement of the contents of Cal’s bulging speedo caused Cal’s lips to start trembling as a long, breathless, wheezing moan escaped his lips.

Kev and Zach grimaced in sympathy, unable to take their eyes away from the humiliating spectacle.

Kev chuckled, his eyes fixed on the extending moist spot on Cal’s speedo. “I guess someone is going to lose a batch of cream sauce soon…”

Ben laughed. “Gosh, I guess you are right… What do you say? Want me to finish him?”

Kev shrugged, nursing his own battered balls. “Sure, go ahead. I guess he won’t be in the mood for putting that spunk to a better use for a couple of days anyway…”

Cal let out a tiny whimper. His body was still frozen, his muscles tense and sweat running down his forehead.

Ben let out a sigh. “Well, what a terrible waste of cream”, he said in a mocking tone before finishing the deal.

He drove his fists together one final time, brutally squashing Cal’s huge, sperm-filled babymakers with a resounding smack. Cal’s eyes bulged, then they slowly crossed, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. At the same time, the thick, meaty, rock-hard dick let go of a fusillade of salty spunk inside his speedo.

Ben backed away, rubbing his hands with a satisfied expression on his face as he watched a massive orgasm rock Cal’s body. Within seconds, Cal’s speedos were soaked in creamy jizz, and his dick wasn’t finished yet.

Finally, poor Cal found his voice again, and he let out an agonized shriek that caused Zach, Kev and Ben to wince in sympathy.

His eyes crossed and wide open, Cal tentatively reached for his groin, slowly cupping his precious genitalia while his dick was continuing to shoot what looked at least a year’s worth of spunk inside his speedo.

“My dick!” Cal screamed in a high-pitched voice. “My nuts!”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Come on, man, don’t be a drama queen…”

“My fucking nuts!” Cal shrieked. “You fucking---“

“Hey!” Zach interrupted him. “If you leave any cum stains on the patio I’m going to rip your nuts off!”

Ben and Kev laughed as spunk was dripping down from Cal’s speedo, landing on the ground with wet splashes and forming puddles of gooey jizz on the tiles.

“I mean it!” Zach insisted. “It takes ages to get that stuff off!”

Ben grinned. “Is that the reason why you stopped jerking off on the patio?”

Kev laughed as Zach’s head turned bright red.

Ben shrugged. “Time to cool off, buddy”, he said to Cal who was clutching his groin as spurt after spurt of salty jizz continued to soak his speedos. Without much effort, he tipped his finger against Cal’s muscular chest.

Cal let out a surprised gasp as he lost balance and fell backwards into the pool, water splashing everywhere.

Kev and Ben laughed as Cal tried to keep his head above the water while dealing with the pain in his oversized testicles and his raging orgasm at the same time.

Underwater, his cock freed itself from the constraining fabric. Another couple of jets of creamy cum spurted out of his cock, cooling down immediately and slowly floating to the surface.

Zach raised his eyebrows. “Great, now I have to clean the pool”, he mumbled.

Kev laughed. “You better come out of the water. I bet Cal’s cum is so potent that he’ll knock you up in seconds…”

At the sight of a creamy batch of Cal’s spunk floating towards him, Zach quickly paddled towards the edge and climbed out of the pool.

His muscular body was dripping wet, and his grubby jock had taken on a see-through quality, allowing Kev and Ben a magnificent view of Zach’s tremendous meat and potatoes.

Zach ran his hand through his wet blond hair and adjusted his rock-hard cock and his huge balls inside his jockstrap.

Meanwhile, Ben’s attention had shifted to the hotdog that had caused all the mayhem. He picked it up and looked at it, a disgusted expression on his face. The thing was dirty and had cracked in several places. Ben shuddered and went inside the house to throw it away.

When he returned, he laughed. “Guess what I found in the kitchen?”

Kev, Zach and Cal looked at him.

Ben held up a package of hotdogs. “I guess it wasn’t the last one… Want me to put them on the grill?”

The three guys looked at each other.

“Not hungry”, they said in unison.

There was a brief moment of silence, then all four of them burst out laughing.


Anonymous said...

Great story, a really fun series and awesome artwork. Excellent work Alex and Corsair i hope the partnership continues!

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback! I'm glad you like the story! The collaboration with Corsair was really fun and I hope we'll be able to work together on another project in the future... :-))

guy787970 said...

So incredibly hot.

Alex said...

Thank you! :-))