Friday, October 23, 2015

Leif’s too short

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: BenErik and Kev (click for pictures)

“He’ll be here any minute”, Kev said. “You’ll love him! He’s a fucking god, and he’s hung like a horse!”

It was a hot summer day, and the 20 year old stud was shirtless, wearing a pair of short baggy pants that were hanging very low, exposing the muscular jock’s hip bones and some of his pubic hair.
I wiped my forehead. Sure, we were always looking for new models but today didn’t seem like a perfect day for a casting session. It was an extraordinarily hot day, and our air conditioning was broken. Sweat was running down my back. It was only noon, and yet I felt like I needed a shower.

But apparently Kev’s friend had been very eager, so we were going to go through with this.

Leif was an exchange student from Sweden. I had seen his pictures, and he had the looks for a supermodel career. He was 19 years old, with pale skin, beautiful blue eyes, medium-length blond hair and cheekbones to die for. During his time in the US, he had was living at Kev’s dorm, and I had seen a couple of snapshots of him coming out of the pool, his muscular body dripping with water. Leif had a swimmer’s build, with muscles in all the right places. In the snapshots, he was wearing a wet, very tight pair of speedos that showed off his huge bulge.

Apparently, on a night out with Kev and his buddies, Leif had lost a bet and was forced to take a series of kicks in the nuts. According to Kev, Leif took a dozen hard kicks like a champ. It seemed only natural for Kev to introduce Leif to me.

“You should have seen it”, Kev grinned, running his hand through his sweaty brown hair. “He just stood there, and we fucking kicked him in the junk as hard as we could. He barely blinked.” Kev chuckled. “He’s fucking awesome! And he’s already registered for the nutball tournament at the dorm tonight. Maybe we’ll get out first Swedish champion – who knows…”

My assistant Erik was sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. I had met the blond 19 year old in Europe and hired him after his ambitions in the television business had cost him half his manhood. Now, with a single nut left in his sack, he was working as my assistant, and he had proved to be a cheerful and hardworking part of the team. Erik was fluent in Swedish, and I figured he might be able to help with the finer points of the contract.

“Quality balls from Sweden”, Erik grinned, grabbing his crotch.

Kev’s buddy Ben was sitting next to him. He was 20 years old, with black hair and brown eyes, wearing a loose pair of sweat pants and sneakers.

“Have you ever busted a pair of Swedish balls?” Kev grinned at Ben.

Ben chuckled. “I don’t think so.” He glanced at Erik and laughed. “Not a pair, anyway.”

Erik chuckled. “Does a single nut count?”

“Only if you smash it hard enough”, Kev announced cheerfully, prompting Ben to smack Erik’s bulge with the palm of his hand.

Erik let out a yelp and doubled over in pain, clutching his groin with both of his hands as Kev and Ben burst out laughing.

“Fuck, my nut!” Erik groaned. “I got half a sack full of peanut butter now!”

Kev and Ben roared with laughter.

The door opened, and a tall, handsome blond stood in the doorframe. In person, Leif looked even hotter than in the pictures that I had seen.

He was wearing low-cut khakis and a white t-shirt that was sitting tight on his body, showing off his muscular chest and abs. A warm, bright smile showed off his perfect white teeth. His blond hair looked deliberately messy and tousled, accentuating Leif’s natural good looks: He didn’t need fancy clothes or an extravagant hairstyle to make an impression.

My eyes wandered to Leif’s crotch. There was a huge bulge in his khakis and I couldn’t help but picture Leif’s equipment in my head.

Kev hadn’t exaggerated. It was obvious that Leif was blessed with an enormous set of genitals. The only question was whether his dick and balls were bigger than our current record holder Zach’s, who sported a truly gigantic dick and huge, fat nuts to match. Maybe Leif would dethrone our reigning king and take his position as the model with the biggest scepter.

I noticed that I must have been staring at Leif’s crotch when Erik hissed, “Alex! You’re drooling!”

Kev and Ben snickered.

I cleared my throat. “You must be Leif”, I said, fumbling with my crotch to hide my raging erection before getting up from behind the computer. “I’m Alex.”

“Nice to meet you, Alex”, Leif said with a warm, sexy voice that sent shivers down my spine.

“Nice to meet you, too”, I said, blushing.

“So this is where the magic happens?” Leif said, looking around the studio.

“Welcome to the Ballbusting Boys Studio”, I said with a smile, lifting my hands.

Erik cleared his throat.

“That’s my assistant Erik”, I said quickly, “and you already know Ben and Kev.”

Leif smiled and nodded at the guys.

“Have they told you a bit about what we do here?” I asked.

Leif chuckled. “Yeah, they told me a bit.”

“Alright”, I said. “I guess we can start with the casting session right away. Usually, we do a couple of kicks, some punches, and some squeezes. Any preferences?”

“Do whatever you want”, Leif smiled, adjusting the big bulge in his pants.

I gulped. “Alright”, I said hoarsely, staring at his crotch. “Let’s start with some kicks, then.”

Erik got behind the camera, and Kev and Ben stood behind him. I positioned Leif in the middle of the room and told him to spread his legs. Then I took my position in front of him and prepared to kick those big balls of his.

I brought my leg back.

“I guess that’s a good sign”, Leif chuckled and nodded at my groin. “You’re leaking.”

The rest of the boys erupted with laughter.

I felt my head turn purple, and my aim was slightly off when my foot connected with Leif’s groin. Nevertheless, my foot left a considerable imprint on Leif’s bulge, flattening it and causing Leif to let out a guttural groan.

While Leif was shaking off the kick, doubling over with his hands on his knees, I checked my crotch and found to my horror that Leif was right: There was a wet patch where the head of my dick was tenting my pants.

“Don’t worry”, Leif said, a huge grin on his face. “I’ll take it as a compliment…”

The boys chuckled.

“You can go harder, by the way”, Leif grinned. He put his hands behind his head, his biceps bulging. “A lot harder.”

“Okay”, I said and immediately sent my foot up between his thighs. They connected with a loud thud, smashing Leif’s balls into his body.

I would have expected every man to double over and scream in pain. But Leif just let out a grunt and grabbed his package, massaging it with his right hand.

Kev and Ben erupted in spontaneous applause.

“You don’t call that a hard kick, do you?” Leif grinned.

I raised my eyebrows.

Kev and Ben burst out laughing.

“Yeah!” Kev yelled. “Show him what you can take!”

I took a couple of steps back and kicked Leif in the nuts with a running start, sending my foot up between his thighs with all the force I could muster.

Every self defense instructor tells you to aim higher than your intended target to maximize the impact. I aimed for Leif’s throat.

My foot connected with the soft bulge in Leif’s pants, flattening it and dividing his big package in the middle. On either side of my foot, his manhood bulged obscenely as Leif’s muscular body was lifted off the ground.

Kev and Ben clapped their hands and cheered, and I watched Leif with a satisfied grin. I expected Leif to scream in agony, to squeal like a little girl, maybe even to pass out from the pain.

But he just let out a soft groan and doubled over.

“Not bad”, he grunted.

I let out a laugh. “Not bad?”

Leif grinned at me. “Not bad.”

“Let me have a go”, Erik said from behind the camera. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Bring it on, man”, Leif grinned and spread his legs wide.

I shrugged and switched positions with Erik.

“Bring it on”, Leif repeated, lowering his upper body and exposing his huge bulge even further. “Kick me as hard as you can!”

“I really love kicking big balls like yours”, Erik grinned and launched a hard, well-placed kick at Leif’s bulging package. His sneaker-clad foot smashed into Leif’s manhood with a dull thud, making Ben, Kev and me cringe in sympathy.

Leif just grimaced mildly and rubbed his package. “Ouch”, he said in a mocking tone. “You almost hurt me there…”

“Damn”, Ben mumbled. “His nuts are fucking tough!”

Kev nodded slowly.

After another couple of hard kicks that didn’t seem to cause too much trouble for Leif, Erik stopped and looked at me.

“Good work”, I said. “I guess I’ve never seen nuts as strong as yours.”

Leif grinned proudly.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off so we can do some squeezing”, I said.

Leif nodded and took off his khakis, revealing a sexy pair of tight boxer briefs that bulged with his dick and balls. His underwear was so tight that it was obvious Leif’s foreskin was intact and his junk was completely shaved and hairless.

The Swedish hunk spread his legs and smiled.

“The underwear too”, I said.

Leif chuckled. “Sorry, I don’t do nudity.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You don’t?”

Leif shook his head and winked at me. “It’s sexier if you don’t take everything off, you know.”

I scratched my head. “Well, frankly, all of our models do full frontal.”

Leif smiled. “I don’t.”

“Oh, come on”, Erik chuckled. “You’re just teasing us, right? We wanna see that huge schlong of yours!”

Leif showed his most disarming smile. “Sorry.”

Erik looked at me for help.

I looked at Leif. He had everything that we were looking for in a model: an incredibly hot body, a big fucking dick, and huge set of balls that seemed to be made of steel. Maybe he needed a bit of warming up before he was willing to drop trou. None of the Scandinavians that I had met were shy about their body – and Leif certainly had no reason to be ashamed… I decided that it was just a matter of time until he agreed to a nude session.

“Okay”, I said. “No nudity.”

“Well”, Erik mumbled, a disappointed look on his face. He grabbed Leif’s bulge and gave it a playful squeeze.

Leif grinned.

Erik played with the waistband of Leif’s boxer briefs. “Let me at least get my hands on---“ He quickly slipped his hand into Leif’s underwear.

“No!” Leif yelled and jerked his hips back.

Erik’s hand slipped out of his underwear, holding on to Leif’s package that slipped out of his underwear along with it.

There was a moment of complete silence that was just interrupted by the waistband of Leif’s boxer briefs snapping against his abs.

Erik stared at the thing he was holding in his hand.

“What the fuck?” Kev said slowly.

Erik’s fingers were wrapped around an oversized, floppy cock and a smooth, well-filled ballsack.

Leif blinked.

“Silicone”, Erik said, squeezing the fake set of genitals.

“What?!” Ben and Kev said simultaneously, jumping up from the couch.

Erik let the fat, fake package drop to the ground with a wet thud.

We all looked at Leif whose head had turned crimson.

“Listen, guys”, Leif said with a nervous smile. “Maybe this was a bad idea…”

“You’re a fake?!” Kev said, taking a step forward. “You lied to us?!” He pointed at the obscenely oversized replica of a man’s genitalia that was sitting on the ground. “You padded your fucking pants with that?!” He took another step forward. “That’s why you could take all those hit without flinching!” He took another step forward, stepping onto the silicone testicles and flattening them under his foot. “Fucking liar!”

Leif swallowed, chuckling nervously. “It was just a little--- I thought I could--- Just forget about it, okay?” He took a step back, his eyes darting around, looking for the door.

Kev’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s see what you’re packing without that padding!”

Leif’s eyes widened and he made a run for the door.

Kev and Ben caught up to him before he reached it, though, overpowering him and holding his muscular arms behind his back.

“Pull his pants down”, Kev said. “Let’s see how big he really is.”

“No!” Leif yelled. “Please don’t---“

Erik chuckled and yanked down Leif’s underwear.

We all stared at Leif’s crotch in silence for a moment.

Then the room filled with laughter.

“Holy shit!” Kev roared. “Look at that!”

“How cute!” Erik cried out, his eyes filled with tears of laughter.

Ben was gasping for air, holding his belly as he was laughing uncontrollably. “…Tiny!...Hilarious!...What a loser!....”

Leif’s face was beet red and he looked like he wanted to curl up and die.

We were hooting with laughter at the sight of Leif’s teeny-weeny dick and the sad little raisins that were hugged tight by what could barely be described as a sack.

Usually, I might have felt pity for poor Leif. It was a shame seeing such a hot, muscular stud blessed with great looks and an awesome body but stuck with reproductive organs that didn’t seem to be suitable for reproduction... It was as if nature had played a cruel joke on him. And, like the rest of the boys, I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off.

My belly was hurting, and it looked like Ben, Kev and Erik felt the same. We were gasping for breath, caught in fits of laughter.

Leif was utterly mortified. He tried breaking free but Kev and Ben held him tightly, preventing him from covering his pathetic manhood with his hands.

Erik looked up at Leif with a huge grin on his face and smacked his crotch with the back of his hand.

Leif let out a scream that elicited another round of laughter from us.

“Oh no”, Erik cackled. “Not only are they tiny, they are fucking fragile as well!”

Another hard smack found Leif’s poor little organs, smashing his two small balls dead-on.

We roared with laughter.

Erik took a step back, stepping on the fake set of silicone genitals that had been inside Leif’s underwear a couple of minutes ago, crushing them flat.

“Kick them into orbit!” Kev laughed.

Leif’s eyes widened. “Stop! Please, stop!”

“Sorry, man, you brought this upon yourself”, Erik chuckled. “You asked me to kick you as hard as I can, remember?” He brought his leg back and looked at Leif’s crotch. “Oh damn”, he grimaced. “I almost feel bad kicking those sad little raisins.” His face spread into a grin and he added with a wink, “Almost.”

With that, he sent his foot up between Leif’s thighs, smashing his little balls hard. Even though Erik’s foot wasn’t particularly large, Leif’s dick and balls disappeared completely behind Erik’s it. His junk in its entirety was squashed against his body.

Leif screamed from the top of his lungs.

“Oooooh!” Ben and Kev cringed in mock sympathy before bursting out laughing.

“Do it again!” Kev yelled.

Erik didn’t have to be told twice, and he kicked Leif’s nuts once again, smashing his tiny family jewels with a hard, well-placed kick.

Leif’s eyes crossed, making the hot, muscular stud look incredibly ridiculous, and he let out a gurgling scream.

We all burst out laughing.

“Do you think his mini-wiener gets any bigger?” Kev chuckled.

“You mean he’s a grower not a shower?” Ben snorted with laughter.

“I hope he’s a grower”, Kev roared, “cause he sure as hell isn’t a shower!”

“Let’s find out”, Erik laughed.

Kev and Ben hooted and cheered.

“Please, guys, let me go”, Leif begged, his face contorted in pain.

Erik ignored and him and tugged at his limp little noodle,

I cleared my throat. “Guys”, I said. “Come on, he’s had enough.”

Erik looked at me with puppy dog eyes, pouting, his index finger playing with the tiny head of Leif’s puny cock.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Really, he’s had enough”, I repeated, chuckling.

Erik grinned at me. “I know you’re as curious as we are”, he said, flicking the tip of Leif’s little cock with his finger and making him yelp in pain. “Don’t you wanna see that cute little thing hard?”

I chuckled.

Erik had a cocky grin on his face. “Don’t you wanna see how small those little sperm tanks get once we’ve relieved them of their cargo?” He playfully slapped Leif’s nuts, eliciting a strangled squeal.

I sighed and raised my hands in defeat. “Alright, alright”, I chuckled. “Do what you want…”

Erik, Kev and Ben erupted in cheers.

“Please”, Leif whimpered. The handsome hunk had turned from mighty god to whining sod, a teary-eyed, bawling baby with an oversized body and undersized toys. “Please don’t---“

Erik’s fist smashed into Leif’s marbles, making him squeal in agony.

Chuckling, Erik started playing with Leif’s dick, jerking the little piece of meat and trying to get a rise out of it. At the same time, he continued slapping, smacking and punching Leif’s balls.

Ben and Kev provided a running commentary, ridiculing Leif’s manhood and humiliating the muscular hunk.

Leif was screaming and crying, struggling to no avail.

Finally, Erik leaned back and squinted at Leif’s groin.

“Umm”, Erik mumbled, scratching his head, “I think he’s hard.”

Kev and Ben stared at Leif’s erection and burst out laughing.

“That’s all you can do?” Ben looked at Erik.

Erik shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t look at me! God knows I tried. That’s as big as it gets.”

There was a barely a difference in size.

“I think it’s official”, Kev announced with a laugh. “He is no grower either…”

“Neither a grower, nor a shower”, Erik chuckled. “What is he then?”

“A poor devil, that’s what he is”, Ben roared, eliciting another round of laughter.

Erik grinned and punched Leif’s nuts hard.

Leif screamed like a banshee, his face a mask of pain.

Again and again, Erik’s fist smashed into Leif’s poor little balls and his ridiculous boner. Soon Leif’s balls had assumed the color of ripe currants.

Leif’s voice had grown hoarse and croaky.

Erik grabbed Leif’s little nuts and closed his fist around them.

Leif’s eyes widened and he let out a throaty groan.

Erik squeezed hard, squishing and squashing Leif’s pitiful peanuts between his fingers.

Leif’s body was glistening with sweat and his handsome face was contorted in agony.

Suddenly, his breathing quickened and his eyes clenched shut. Accompanied by a long, low, guttural groan, Leif’s dick erupted with a single spurt of cream that splattered right into Erik’s eye.

Erik let out a yelp and stumbled backwards, falling onto his ass.

Kev and Ben were crying with laughter.

They let go of Leif and allowed him to collapse on the ground, cupping his groin and whimpering in pain.

“Tiny but deadly!” Kev yelled, slapping his thighs with laughter as Erik was rubbing his eye, Leif’s sperm running down his cheek.

Ben was caught in a laughing fit, rolling back and forth on the floor, holding his belly.

My sides were aching and tears of laughter ran down my cheeks.

It took a while until we had calmed down.

Half an hour later, Leif was getting dressed again. The muscular Swedish hunk’s handsome face was contorted in pain, and walking seemed like a very painful task for him.

He looked at the fake set of genitalia and bit his lower lip. “Can I have that back?” he muttered.

Kev picked it up and examined it, pressing his thumb into one of the soft silicone testicles.

“Please?” Leif mumbled. “That was pretty expensive…”

Kev chuckled and handed Leif his manhood.

“Thank you”, Leif mumbled and stuffed it into his underwear, grimacing.

Kev, Ben and Erik laughed.

Erik nudged me with his elbow. “Tell him.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“The job”, Erik added with a grin.

“Oh”, I said. “Well, I guess it comes as no surprise that you don’t qualify. I’m really sorry but we have a certain standard, and you--- Well, I don’t have to tell you, do I?” I smiled apologetically.

Leif nodded without looking at me. Then he turned around and limped out of the room.

“See you tonight”, Ben yelled.

“Yeah, don’t forget: It’s Nutball Championship Night at the dorm”, Kev added, laughing. “In case you’re wondering: No clothes.”

We burst out laughing as the door closed behind Leif.


Anonymous said...

Aw, Isort of wanted to give him a cuddle. He seemed quite nice, any chance of him coming back.

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback!

I'm afraid Leif won't be back - at least not as a regular model for Let's face it: There's not much you can do with an equipment as tiny as his... It's just ridiculous. :-))

That said, if you have an idea for another story with him just let me know! :-)

Anonymous said...

Well, and this is something I'm making up as I'm typing so it'll probably be some kind of awful dribble, but what about if he started dating a guy who was kinda skinny, pale, shy. Basically the opposite of him but still hot. And he has a massive dick, maybe not zach big, but would put most men to shame. And, because at least I can see him still being friends with kev and Ben, they drag both of them into studio to laugh at the large size difference. And maybe do some filming with the cute guy.

Obviously if you want him to be straight or just don't ant any new characters to be introduced then ignore this. And this, if you do want to write it, doesn't have to be an immediate thing.

--Dan (The same guy as before)

Alex said...

Thanks for your ideas, Dan! I agree with you: Ben and Kev definitely enjoy making fun of him. I don't know about the boyfriend idea but maybe I'll write a story about their life at the dorm... Hmm... That could be fun... I'll think about it! :-))

Anonymous said...

Looks like another guy with less than spectacular equipment.
How many has that been?
Kinda wonder which of them is the absolute smallest

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment! Actually I have no idea who is the smallest of them. Those tiny things all look the same, don't they? It's like comparing raisins to peas - well, they are all tiny and sad... ;-)

Carter said...

So how did the nutball competition go?
Man, part of me is kinda glad Logan wasn't so mean. Though I can't help but wonder how these guys would've reacted had I met them.

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, Carter! I don't know how the nutball competition went - maybe we'll learn more about it in a little while... ;-)

And I'm very, very glad that you didn't meet Kev or Ben or Erik. Man, they would have ridiculed you relentlessly about that tiny dick of yours! They would have shown no mercy at all, and you would have crawled out of that encounter with your ego as bruised as your poor little balls. Trust me, it would not have been pretty...