Snapshot: The nutcracker

This is the sixth part of a loose series of short stories inspired by pictures that I found on the web. They don't necessarily feature any of the regular characters. If you have an inspiring picture let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org).

Previous episodes:
The loser
The farmer's sons
The intern
The boyfriend
The package

"I can't wait to see his eyes when he opens it", Marco thought, looking at the wooden nutcracker figurine that he was holding in his hands.

It was just a couple of days till Christmas - but Marco didn't know if he could wait this long. Frankly, the gift was as much for his boyfriend as it was for himself. Brett loved playing with Marco's nuts when they had sex, but he was a bit too gentle for Marco's taste.

Marco was sure that his balls could take a couple of good, hard punches or a nice, long squeeze. So far, Brett had only squeezed them lightly a couple of times. The little wooden fella was Marco's attempt to encourage him to really crunch those nuts and beat those fuckers up.

Marco's dick was rock-hard as he played with the doll's mechanism, opening and closing it's nut-crunching jaws. His balls were fat and plump, two heavy, juicy meatballs, permantenly full and boiling with hot, spicy cum.



"Maybe I ought to make sure that they fit in there", Marco mumbled, his dick twitching at the thought of putting his balls between the wooden doll's merciless jaws.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding inside his chest, as he whipped his fat boner and low-hanging balls out of his underwear. He squeezed his nuts, making a little drip of precum ooze out of his throbbing dick.

It was a little tricky but he managed to shove both of his smooth balls into the doll's mouth.

Marco was panting heavily. His dick was pointing at the ceiling.

His hand found the lever on the back of the doll.

Marco bit his lower lip. He should probably wait and let Brett christen the toy.

His dick twitched.

There was no harm in making sure that it was working, right?

He gently pressed the lever down, closing his eyes as he felt the nutcracker's jaws flatten his testicles.

"Fuck", he whispered.

Precum was running out of his dick, coating it in a glistening layer of sticky juice.

Marco pressed down harder, letting out a soft moan as his cum-filled balls were squished between the nutcracker's jaws.

He added more pressure.

"Oh fuck!" he grunted through his gritted teeth. His balls were hurting.

He pressed down harder and harder, squashing his balls flat.

Harder and harder.

Harder and harder.

His dick was twitching violently.

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" he screamed, pressing his nuts flat with all the force he could muster. "OH FUCK!"

His balls were mangled inside the nutcracker, squished flat, a quarter of their original gauge, their meaty flesh oozing out between the nutcracker's relentless jaws.

Marco's eyes were clenched shut, his face contorted in pain and pleasure.

Suddenly, there was a loud SQUELCH!, and Marco experienced the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. His dick sputtered out what felt like gallons of cum, emptying his balls all over the bed sheets, and showing the wooden nutcracker in his gooey jizz.

Marco was roaring from the top of his lungs, pressing the lever, squishing his balls, making sure that every single drop of cum was wrung out of them.

"Holy fuck!" Marco groaned, opening his eyes.

He inhaled deeply. It took a moment until he regained his vision.

The bed was drenched in sperm.

The nutcracker looked like it had played a starring role in a bukkake movie.

His balls looked---

"Huh", Marco mumbled, cupping his balls in his hand, putting the nutcracker away for a moment.

They looked a little flatter than before. A little less round.

And they felt a little numb.

Marco chuckled.

No reason to worry.

It wasn't like they wanted to have kids anyway...