Friday, June 2, 2017

Big mouth, little dick (Jack meets the twins)

Special thanks to Jack for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves wrestling and fucking!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: the twins (click for pictures)

“A kick in the nuts”, Jack suggested with a confident grin. “If I win I get to kick both of you in the nuts. If you win – which you won’t, of course – you get to kick me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Or do you prefer something else? A blowjob maybe?” He grabbed his crotch and chuckled. “Nah. Wouldn’t be much of a punishment, right? I bet you’d love to get your hands on this massive package and suck on my monster until I blow a load all over your pretty faces...”

Jack laughed. He was 19 years old, very tall, with a thin but not quite muscular build. His hair was brown and matched perfectly with his eyes. He was wearing loose sweat pants and a tank top that looked a little too large for him.

“You know, you’d look pretty good with a creamy batch of Jack’s Special Stud Sauce on your faces”, Jack mused with a cocky smile. “You could lick it off each other if you enjoy that. I’m told my spunk tastes pretty good.”

“No, thanks”, Michael chuckled.

“He loves a good batch of cream but he prefers eating at home”, Will grinned. “Right, Mikey?”

Michael rolled his eyes and smacked his brother in the nuts with the back of his hand. “Don’t call me Mikey.”

“Yup, right, I forgot about that”, Will whispered in a toneless voice as he doubled over in pain.

The twins were 22 years old, with light blond hair, not quite as tall as Jack but more muscular than him. They looked exactly alike, and their identical choice of clothes made it virtually impossible to tell apart. They were both wearing sneakers and blue jeans, and tight-fitting t-shirts that showed off their muscular upper bodies.

They were professional gymnasts, and it showed: Their bodies were perfectly proportioned, with muscular arms and legs, and awesome eight-pack abs that were outlined in the thin fabric of their t-shirts.

“A kick in the nuts then”, Jack grinned. “Deal?”

“Deal”, Will said with a confident smile on his face and extended his hand.

Michael nodded.

“Three phone numbers in ten minutes”, Jack grinned. “Gender doesn’t matter, right?”

Michael and Will nodded.

“No problem”, Jack grinned and got up from the table.

The cafĂ© was filled with people, and Jack eyed the crowd. “Be right back”, he grinned.

When he was gone, Michael looked at Will. “Why is he doing this? I mean, it’s ridiculous. What is he trying to prove.”

“Ask him after we have kicked his nuts in”, Will chuckled. “He’s never going to get those three phone numbers. They’ll just see it for what he is: an arrogant jerk.”

They watched Jack go from table to table, targeting those who were sitting alone.

Michael scratched his head. “You know, maybe he is as good as he thinks.”

Will laughed. “No way. He’s full of shit.” He looked at his watch. “I can’t wait to kick his nuts in.”

Michael looked at his brother and laughed.

When the ten minutes were up, Jack returned to the table. His grin was as cocky as ever when he said, “What do you say, guys, double or nothing?”

Michael raised his eyebrows. “Wait. You didn’t make it?”

Jack stared at him. “I would have made it if it hadn’t been for that bitchy gay guy over there. I talked to him for more than five minutes – and then he told me he had a boyfriend. Fucking waste of time.”

“Well”, Will grinned. “That sounds like you didn’t make it.”

“Double or nothing”, Jack said. “Six phone numbers. Another ten minutes.”

“How many do you have now?” Will asked.

Jack chuckled. “None of your business, buddy. Come on, guys. Double or nothing. What do you say?”

“What about this”, Will smiled. “You get another hour to get us six phone numbers. If you do we’ll give you a blowjob, we’ll let you fuck us, we’ll let you do whatever you want.”

“Will”, Michael whispered. “Are you out of your mind?!”

“Relax, Mikey, it’s okay”, Will said without turning his attention away from Jack. “But if you don’t we can do whatever we want to you for the rest of the day.”

“Another hour!” Jack laughed. “Piece of cake, man.”

“Deal?” Will grinned.

“Deal!” Jack chuckled.

As soon as he had left to complete his mission, Michael turned to Will, a worried expression on his face.

“What the fuck?!” he hissed.

“Don’t worry”, Will grinned and leaned back on his chair. “I know him. He’s got a big mouth but he’s an idiot.”

Michael grimaced. “If this goes wrong---“

“It won’t, trust me”, Will chuckled.

Michael stared at him. “Okay”, he said, not looking convinced. “Okay, I trust you.”

When the time was up, Jack returned to the table, a wide grin on his face. “There you are”, he said, placing a piece of paper on the table. “Six phone numbers.”

Michael paled.

“Wow”, Will said slowly and grabbed the list. “Impressive.”

Jack laughed and rubbed his hands. “Alright, let’s go”, he said with a sneer, winking at Michael. “I can’t wait to ream that fucking throat of yours.”

Michael gulped.

Will looked up. “Looks like you’ve won.”

Jack raised his hands and smiled. “Come on, of course I won. I’m a fucking god.”

Will nodded and grabbed his phone. “Do you mind if I called one or two of those numbers?”

There was a moment of silence.

They looked each other in the eyes.

“Don’t you trust me?” Jack said.

“That doesn’t answer the question”, Will said. Without averting his gaze, he lifted his phone. “Do you mind if I called one or two of those numbers?”


Neither of them was blinking.

Finally, there was a slight twitch in Jack’s eyes. “This is ridiculous”, he scoffed. “I won, you lost. It’s as simple as that.”

Will just smiled and dialed a number.

Jack bit his lower lip. “Will, this is---“

“Shhh!” Will interrupted him. “It’s ringing.” He looked around. “Huh. Shouldn’t we hear a phone ringing in this room?”

Jack cleared his throat. “Maybe they’ve just left or---“

Will raised his hand. “Hello? Yeah, who am I talking to?”

It was a short conversation during which Jack’s confident demeanor crumbled.

After Will hung up, he smiled at Jack. “Your mom says hello.”

Jack blushed. “I must have copied the wrong number”, he said without much conviction.

Michael and Will looked at each other and laughed.

“Want me to try another one?” Will grinned. “Maybe I can talk to your dad…”

Jack looked miserable.

His cocky sneer had vanished.

Now he was just a pathetic blowhard who got busted.

A little while later, the twins discovered that his skills as a pick-up artist weren’t the only thing that Jack had exaggerated.

He was standing in the middle of Will’s apartment, bare naked, trying to cover his crotch with his hands.

“Hands behind your back!” Will said cheerfully. “Let’s see your monster.”

Jack let out a miserable groan, his face beet red with shame, and did what he was told, exposing his crotch.

Will and Michael stared at his groin in silence for a moment.

Then they burst out laughing.

“Look at that tiny thing!” Will cried, pointing at Jack’s dick.

It was thin and below average size. The room temperature and Jack’s embarrassment made matters worse. His cock was completely limp and shriveled, a truly pathetic sight.

“Do you think it gets bigger when he’s hard?” Michael laughed and reached between Jack’s thighs, grabbing the tip of Jack’s little dick with his thumb and index finger. He tugged on it a couple of times, making Jack’s face turn purple.

“Awwwww, look at his balls!” Will crouched down and squinted, reaching for Jack’s very modestly sized nutsack. He pulled his nuts to the bottom of his scrotum and smacked them with the palm of his hand.

Even though it was a very gentle hit, Jack let out a loud, screeching yell.

“So cute and tiny”, Michael grinned and slapped Jack’s balls hard.

Jack threw his head back, wailing in agony.

“And pretty weak, I guess”, Will deadpanned, looking up at Jack with a playful wink. “Pretty pathetic, buddy. I mean, are these even functional?” He squeezed hard, eliciting an anguished scream from Jack.

Michael and Will laughed.

As soon as Will let go of Jack’s cute little marbles, they pulled up in their sack as if they wanted to seek refuge inside his body.

Will brought his leg back and kicked Jack in the groin as hard as he could. His sneaker-clad foot connected with his huddled raisins and squished them flat against his body.

Michael and Will burst out laughing at Jack’s hilarious reaction.

The handsome hunk’s jaw dropped and his eyes crossed. He let out a long, wheezing moan that quickly turned into an ear-piercing scream as he fell to his knees, clutching his seriously undersized gonads.

“Oh god, please stop”, Jack whimpered, his face a mask of pain.

Michael and Will looked at each other. Then they turned to Jack.

“You’re not serious, are you?” Will chuckled.

“We’re only just beginning”, Michael said cheerfully.

Jack let out a miserable moan and closed his eyes.

Together, Will and Michael grabbed their friend and threw him onto the bed, tying him up in a spread-eagle position.

Jack pleaded with them to let him go but the twins shut him up with a couple of well-placed punches to his balls that turned his pleas for mercy into screams of pain.

“Okay, Mikey”, Will grinned, rubbing his hands. “What do you wanna do with him?”

Michael laughed. “Well, why don’t we start with a couple of kicks to get into the mood?”

“Excellent idea”, Will grinned and jumped onto the bed. He stood between Jack’s spread legs and brought his leg back before slamming his foot into Jack’s nutsack, making his little dick jump comically when his foot connected with Jack’s tender testicles.

Jack let out an anguished howl that sounded like a werewolf’s ill-fated attempt at singing opera.

Will and Michael burst out laughing.

“Let’s see if you can make him sing soprano”, Michael chuckled.

Will accepted the challenge with a boisterous laugh and kicked Jack’s nuts once again.

Jack’s marbles were rammed into his body, squished between Will’s foot and his pelvis.

The scream that escaped Jack’s mouth sounded more like an alto than a soprano, and Will dutifully tried again, smashing poor Jack’s nuts with all the force he could muster.

Jack shrieked like a banshee, causing the twins to roar with laughter.

“Okay, my turn!” Michael chuckled and shoved Will off the bed.

Jack’s face was contorted in pain and he struggled against his restraints but there was nothing he could do stop Michael from attacking his most precious goods with a swift, hard kick.

The sound of Michael’s foot smacking into Jack’s gonads echoed through the room and mixed with Jack’s anguished squeals.

“Nice, Mikey!” Will chuckled without even trying to hide his glee at seeing Jack in pain. “Crush that cocky bastard’s nuts!”

Michael’s foot slammed into Jack’s manhood once again, eliciting a high-pitched wail.

Jack’s eyes were clenched shut and his body was wet with sweat. His nuts were turning a deep shade of red, and they were starting to swell, making them grow to an almost average size.

Will’s eyes fell onto a box that was standing in the corner. “Wow, look at this”, he chuckled, reaching inside and pulling out a wooden baseball bat. “Man, I didn’t even know I still had this”, he chuckled, doing a couple of practice swings with the bat.

“Do you think it’s still working?” Michael said with an evil grin.

Will laughed. “We’ll have to try, right?”

Michael chuckled and pointed between Jack’s thighs. “Hit them out of the park, brother.”

Will grinned. “Fuck yeah!”

With that, he stepped onto the bed and lined up the baseball with Jack’s swollen balls.

“They’re a little too small”, Will quipped, tapping Jack’s raisins with the business end of the bat a couple of times, making him squirm in anticipation. “But I guess they’ll do.”

Jack’s eyes widened with terror as Will brought the bat back.

A split second later it connected with Jack’s battered balls, making Jack scream from the top of his lungs.

“Not bad”, Michael quipped. “But I bet you can do better than that.”

Will chuckled and smashed Jack’s balls once again, slamming them into his body.

Jack’s eyes crossed comically and he let out a wheezing groan.

“Home run!” Will yelled, throwing the bat away and performing a little victory dance on the bed.

“I think there’s another bat in play”, Michael chuckled, pointing at Jack’s thin dick that had grown hard as a rock.

“Awwwwww”, Will cooed, bending over to get a better look at the little piece of meat. “He’s got a stiffy!”

Jack let out a miserable groan.

“So cute!” Will said, reaching down to pinch the head of Jack’s engorged little cock.

“Unfortunately it’s much too small to play baseball with”, Michael quipped.

“It’s much too small to do anything with, frankly”, Will chuckled and playfully smacked Jack’s dick with the palm of his hand.

“We’ll have to concentrate on the balls then, huh?” Michael grinned, rummaging around in the box until he found a gold club. “Ha!”

Will raised his eyebrows. “Nice! I’d like to play a round of golf. Is there a tee in there, too?”

“Nope”, Michael mumbled. He held it up a piece of rope. “Maybe this will do?”

“Perfect”, his brother said, taking the rope and tying it around the next of Jack’s scrotum, making his swollen marbles squish at the bottom of his sack. Then he raised the trapped balls up and tied the end of the rope around the head of Jack’s thin dick, basically propping up Jack’s balls with the help of his hard cock.

Michael eyed the construction skeptically. “Do you think it’ll work? His dick looks like it’s going to break any second…”

“Don’t worry”, Will chuckled. “If it breaks in half we’ll find another way to tee up the balls.”

Jack looked miserable. He was breathing heavily, his body glistening with sweat, his face contorted in pain. “Please, guys”, he whispered hoarsely. “Don’t do this.”

“Oh, come on”, Will grinned, standing between Jack’s spread legs as his brother handed him the gold club. “You love golf, don’t you?”

Before Jack had a chance to say anything, Will yelled, “Fore!”

Then he smashed Jack’s trapped balls with the club as if he wanted to tee them off his body.

Jack squealed like a pig in a slaughterhouse, his balls beet red and throbbing, while his dick bent at a very awkward angle due to the pull on the rope.

Will and Michael roared with laughter.

“That was awesome!” Michael chuckled.

“Wanna try?” Will grinned and handed his brother the golf club.

Michael lined up the shot, assuming the stance of a pro golfer. “Fore!”

The golf club smashed against Jack’s swollen nuts, making him scream from the top of his lungs.

Again, the twins burst out laughing.

“I always thought golf was boring”, Michael chuckled. “But it isn’t!”

The took turns smashing Jack’s nuts with the golf club, eliciting all kinds of funny noises, until Will suggested another game.

“Are you up for a game of ping pong?” Will grinned, holding up two table tennis rackets.

“Hell yeah!” Michael chuckled.

Jack was whimpering and moaning as the twins sat on either side of his body and started smacking his tied up ballsack with their rackets.

It was a heated match, and soon Jack’s balls had turned purple.

His dick was throbbing and twitching, and the rope that was tied around his shaft added some additional friction with every hit to his battered balls.

The sound of the rackets smashing Jack’s balls echoed through the room, mixing with Jack’s hoarse grunts and groans of pain, and with the twins’ riotous laughter.

Suddenly, Jack’s breathing quickened and his muscles tensed.


Will delivered a hard forehand smash to Jack’s nutsack.


Michael’s return volley connected perfectly with Jack’s throbbing babymakers.


Will attacked Jack’s nuts with a mean backhand smash.


Michael landed the winner.

With an anguished wail, Jack threw his head back as his dick erupted with a huge spurt of cum that splattered all over his sweaty body.

“Holy fuck!” Will laughed as he smacked Jack’s nuts once again mid-orgasm, propelling another giant jet of cum out of Jack’s balls that hit the poor young man right in the face.

Jet after creamy jet of hot, pent-up spunk sputtered out of Jack’s little dick, covering his face, his chest and his abs in a thick layer of salty jizz.

The twins made sure to whip out every last drop, joyfully beating Jack’s throbbing, pulsing gonads with the ping pong rackets as they were drained of their precious load.

Finally, when Jack’s nuts were empty, they untied his nuts.

They were ridiculously swollen, almost double their original size and yet smaller than most men’s testicles, and a very angry shade of red.

Jack was a mess. His dick was spent and shriveled, and his naked body was covered in his own sperm.

His face was coated in spunk, his left eye plastered shut, his right eye blinking nervously.

“Let me go, now”, he whispered hoarsely.

Michael and Will looked at each other.

“Should we let him go?” Michael asked.

Will looked at his watch. “We said we’d do what we want with him for the rest of the day. Four more hours to go.”

Michael looked at Jack and smiled. “I know a fun little game: Let’s see who can beat more loads out of his nuts until it’s midnight!”

The twins burst out laughing as Jack let out a miserable groan.


Carter/Toothpick said...

Some good sph is great every now and then, I hope he comes back sometime!
To be honest I wasn't really a fan of the Leif character, just not my thing, so it's nice to see other guys with small members.
Every time it happens though, I can't help but wonder which of us is smallest

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, Toothpick! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! It means a lot coming from a sph expert like you! Btw, I'm pretty sure it's very hard to find a dick that's smaller than yours... :-))