Dirty tricks (Lars meets David and Parker)

Special thanks to Lars for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who enjoys one-night-stands and painful encounters!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

This story is loosely connected to the "Love hurts" storyline. Previous parts:

Panic reaction
Date night
Man in the middle
Just deserts
Deep inside
Dirty dancers 
Learning to cope

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: David and Parker (click for pictures)

Lars licked his lips and chuckled. “You don’t beat around the bush, huh?”

He was a very good-looking guy, 23 years old, 6’2”, 220 pounds of ripped muscles. Blond and blue-eyed, Lars was the prototypical Scandinavian, almost too good to be true. He was a college student from Denmark, spending a few weeks overseas for a master class in swimming. On his last night before returning home to Aarhus he had decided to go clubbing. Thumping music was blaring from the loudspeakers. Lars looked hot and sexy, wearing tight-fitting pants and a partly unbuttoned shirt that revealed parts of his chest.

“There’s a popular saying”, Parker replied with a flirtatious smile. “Beating around the bush will make you beat your meat all on your own.” He shrugged his shoulder. “Or something like that.”

Lars laughed. “That’s a popular saying, huh?”

Parker smiled and leaned forward. “Very popular”, he whispered into Lars’ ear.



One year Lars’ junior, Parker was just as tall as the handsome Dane. He was a professional gymnast and circus acrobat, and his body was muscular and athletic. His hair was dyed flaming red and he was wearing a skin-tight leopard print top with jungle green skinny pants that made him look exotic and bold – particularly since the pants made it obvious that he wasn’t wearing underwear. The outline of his dick and balls was clearly visible, and Parker loved to flaunt his assets.

“Well, we don’t want that, right?” Lars smiled, looking deep into Parker’s eyes.

“What?” Parker smiled.

“Me beating my meat all on my own”, Lars grinned.

Even though were surrounded by dancing people it felt as if it was just the two of them.

Horny and confident, Lars decided to go for the kill. He gently took Parker’s hand and guided it towards his crotch.

Parker chuckled and grabbed the big package in Lars’ pants. “That’s a lot of meat”, he whispered seductively, licking his lips as he fondled Lars’ hard dick inside his pants.

Lars grinned and reached between Parker’s thighs.

Parker’s fat dick was just as hard as Lars’.

“Is there some sauce to go with this juicy piece of meat?” Parker said with an innocent look on his face as he gave Lars’ balls a firm squeeze.

“Oh yeah”, Lars moaned, squeezing Parker’s nuts in return and making the redhead groan as well. “I got some special sauce for you. I’ll drown you in it…”

The two handsome studs squeezed each others’ nuts harder, moaning in unison before locking lips and kissing passionately.

They were right in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by people who didn’t know or didn’t care what they were doing.

At the far end of the club, his fingers clenched around his whiskey glass, was one person who did care, though.

He had been watching them ever since their eyes had met.

David was Parker’s ex-boyfriend, 19 years old, with black hair and green eyes. A successful dancer with the local ballet company, David had an athletic body and the posture of a performer. He was dressed all in black, wearing a tailored shirt, tight fitting pants and dress shoes.

“Hey, handsome”, a young man said, leaning against the wall next to David.

David didn’t even look at him. “Fuck off.”

The young man chuckled. “I like men who are---”

David interrupted him with a sharp, well-placed knee in the nuts.

The young man’s face contorted in pain and he gasped for breath. There was a look of surprise on his face, mixed with the realization that he might have to change his plans for tonight…

“I said fuck off”, David repeated without as much as looking at the groaning young man he had just felled.

On the dance floor, Parker and Lars were performing a strange courtship ritual, passionately kissing while squeezing each others’ balls with all the force he could muster.

They broke the kiss, both of them panting heavily.

“My place or yours?” Parker asked hoarsely.

“My hotel is just around the corner”, Lars replied, passionately squeezing Parker’s nuts and making him groan loudly.

“Perfect”, Parker grunted, returning the favor and squeezing Lars’ balls as hard as he could. “Let’s go!”

They made their way through the crowd, closely watched by David whose fingers cramped around his glass as he boiled with jealousy.

He finished his drink and followed them out of the club, across the street and into the hotel.

It took a little persuasion to get the languid guy at the reception to give out the name and the room number of the Scandinavian guest but David’s persuasive power and a swift kick in the nuts did the trick.

“Lars”, David mumbled as he entered the elevator. “I’m going to ruin your fucking night.”

He found the room and knocked on the door.

He heard grunts, groans and laughter inside, and his anger grew.

He knocked again, harder this time.

No response.

“Room service”, David said, mimicking the bored voice of the reception guy. He tried opening the door, and to his surprise it wasn’t locked.

Apparently, the two lovebirds were too horny to think straight.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw them.

They were wrestling in the middle of the room. Lars was wearing nothing but his underwear. Parker was stark naked, his erection pointing at the ceiling.

“What the fuck?” Lars grunted, staring at David.

“David!” Parker gasped.

David glared at him.

“Hey, get out of this room!” Lars demanded.

David closed the door behind him, grinding his teeth as he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Lars raised his eyebrows and got up.

Parker burst out laughing. “Are you going to fight over me? Really?!” He looked amused but a little proud as well.

“Shut up”, David hissed.

Lars and David were facing each other, staring at each other, examining each other.

“You know this clown?” Lars asked without taking his eyes off David.

Parker rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch. “We used to date. Don’t ask me why.”

“Shut up!” David barked.

Lars blinked. “You’re lovers.”

“Ex-lovers”, Parker said with a sigh. “He---”

“Listen”, David interrupted him, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Lars. “Why don’t we settle this like men?”

Lars looked at him for a moment. Then he broke into a smile. “Sure, why not?” he chuckled. “Two studs in one shot…”

“Oh god”, Parker let out a deep sigh. “Guys, you can’t be serious.” He looked down at his waning erection. “Sorry, buddy, looks like this will take a while…” He grabbed his dick and started stroking it leisurely as he watched Lars and David circle each other.

At first it looked as if David had the upper hand, but as soon as Lars realized that David’s strong legs were his only advantage the tables turned, and Lars proved that he was the better fighter. His legs were just as quick and strong as David’s, and Lars was the better and stronger fighter.

But most importantly, Lars didn’t shy away from fighting dirty.

Very dirty.

After trading a couple of kicks and punches, Lars grabbed the handsome, arrogant dancer in a bear hug and drove his knee up into David’s balls.

“Ughghgh!” David let out a strangled grunt as the pain radiated through his body.

Again and again, Lars brought up his knee between David’s thighs, crunching his nuts into his body and flattening them like pancakes.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” David’s face was mask of pain as Lars crushed his nuts with his powerful knee.

“That’s gotta hurt”, Parker chuckled, casually stroking his dick as he watched Lars wreck his ex-boyfriend’s nuts.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” The sound of David’s grunts mixed with the dull thuds of Lars’ knee connecting with David’s rapidly swelling nuts.

Finally, after more than two dozen knees to his fat family jewels, Lars let go of David and took a step back, only to send a nasty nut-crunching kick to David’s aching balls.

David’s eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped in an almost comical reaction to Lars’ mean assault on his precious manhood.

“Ouch”, Parker chuckled, scooping up some of the precum that was oozing out of his dick and licking his fingers clean. He didn’t hold a grudge against his ex-partner – but the sight of him getting destroyed by the hot Dane was a huge turn on for him.

Another kick found David’s balls while the handsome dancer was frozen in pain.

“Ughghhghgh!” David gurgled and collapsed on the ground.

“I think he’s done”, Parker grinned. “Now let’s fuck!”

But Lars wasn’t finished yet.

A moment later, David found himself stripped naked and lifted off the ground. Lars had a firm grab on his nuts and his throat, lifting him up, only to suplex him to the ground in one swift move, maiking it look painfully easy.

David groaned in pain, squirming on the ground, his nuts beet red and considerably swollen.

Lars grabbed his leg and delivered a strong kick to David’s thigh before stomping down on his nuts.

“Holy shit”, Parker mumbled as he watched Lars methodically destroy David’s legs with kicks, stomps, punches and ankle locks without ever losing sight of the main target: David’s fat, red nuts.

Finally, Lars held David in a sharpshooter hold while squeezing his nuts with his bare hands.

David was grunting and moaning, gasping and groaning as Lars squished and squashed his testicles, grinding them and crushing them while keeping David in the uncomfortable hold.

“Holy shit!” David repeated with a chuckle. He couldn’t believe that Lars was wiping the floor with his ex.

When David was close to passing out, Lars applied a sleeper hold, advancing David’s journey into unconsciousness, only to bring him back with a vicious punch to the nuts. He repeated this routine three times, making David pass out with a sleeper hold and scrambling his eggs with vicious punches to make him regain consciousness.

“God, I want you to fuck me!” Parker moaned, his dick rock hard as he got up and put his hand on Lars’ shoulder.

“I’m gonna fuck you alright”, Lars grunted, driving his elbow into Parker’s churning ball bag.

“Fuck!” Parker shrieked in surprise and pain as his nuts were rammed into his body. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Lars turned his attention to Parker, leaving David passed out on the ground. His eyes were filled with rage and anger. “You think I don’t get this?”

Parker was doubled over, clutching his balls, his dick rock hard and pointing at the ceiling. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about”, Lars growled. “You thought you could double-team me, huh? You thought you could have your way with me, huh? Well, you thought wrong!”

Parker blinked. “But---”

Lars slapped him across the chest, sending him stumbling back, howling in pain.

A vicious kick hit Parker in the nuts, making him howl even louder.

Another slap sent him crashing against the wall before another kick crunched his nuts once again.

Lars continued kicking and slapping Parker across the hotel suite, smacking him from wall to wall and kicking his nuts again and again and again with all the force he could muster.

It was like a wild, grossly unfair mating dance that ended with Parker pressed against the wall, his nuts in a vise like grip as Lars’ fat, meaty dick penetrated his hole.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Lars grunted as he thrust his raw dick into Parker’s ass while squeezing the life out of Parker’s nuts.

Parker’s screams and grunt and groans didn’t sound like this was what he had expected – but his rock hard dick told another story. It was twitching and throbbing with every thrust of Lar’s magnificent ramrod, and precum was leaking out of its tip, creating a puddle between Parker’s feet as he was fucked against the wall.

There was a brief respite when David woke up and required Lars’ attention, but Lars put him back to sleep by slamming him onto the bed and punching him in the nuts, scrambling his eggs until David passed out again.

“Where were we”, he mumbled as he turned back to Parker again, grabbing his nuts and pushing his dick into Parker’s ass, fucking him hard until he delivered a giant load of cum deep inside him.

Parker thought it was over, but he hadn’t taken Lars’ inexhaustible libido into account. He just kept on fucking Parker’ using his cum as lube as he pounded that sore hole while crunching Parker’s nuts.

Midway through the second fuck, Parker lost his own load, an almost inevitable result of the constant stimulation of his prostate and the relentless squeezing of his nuts.

Parker’s load splashed against the fall, creating a large wet patch on the wallpaper that would pose a tricky challenge for the cleaning crew the next morning.

Parker’s orgasm tightened his hole around Lars’ cock as he plowed ahead, ramming his dick into him mercilessly.

It didn’t take long until Lars shot a second load inside Parker, fucking it into him and breeding him like a broodmare.

Parker let out a miserable moan as Lars twisted his nuts with his strong fingers, coaxing another load out of Parker’s abused balls as Parker mercifully passed out from the pain.

Lars grabbed him and threw him onto the bed, taking David and slamming him onto the table.

David was barely conscious as Lars’ insatiable dick invaded his hole. It was a rough, hard fuck that was made even more painful for David by Lars’ squeezing and grinding his right nut with his strong hand.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lars flooded David’s insides with his third load which was larger than it had any right to be.

David’s right nut was all but destroyed, looking seriously deformed, swollen and bruised.

Lars took a step back, his hard dick dripping with cum.

He eyed his handiwork. Two passed-out studs. One sprawled on the bed, spread-eagle, his sack bloated and bruised, his wrecked hole filled to the brim with jizz. The other one draped over the table, his arms and legs hanging down, a creamy trail of stud sauce running down his thigh.

With a chuckle, Lars put on his clothes. He grabbed his suitcase and left the room, leaving the door open with a “Come in and enjoy!” sign hanging from it, counting on some more hotel guests – there was a group of college guys on the same floor who didn’t seem to mind what kind of hole they were fucking – to take advantage of the two fucked studs and help themselves to some sloppy seconds.

He was right.

When his flight left for Denmark the next morning, there was a line in the hallway and David and Parker were busy getting fucked from both ends.

Lars smiled at the thought when he ordered a drink from the handsome steward, winking at him as he told him, “I gotta replenish my fluids.”