Family jewels: Cock knock

This is a little story featuring Colin, his father Kenneth (who previously appeared in Naked Nutball Tournament and Day of the champions) and another member of the Decker family. If you want to read more about them let me know! :-))

Featured in this story: Colin (click for pictures)

Bob opened the door and stepped into the house, a bright smile on his face. The smile instantly vanished when he heard the yell – but it was too late.

“Cock knock!” Colin yelled cheerfully and slammed his fist into Bob’s crotch.

Colin was 20 years old, a handsome young man with dark blond hair and brown eyes. From the moment he had heard the car roll into the driveway, Colin had been waiting near the door, crouching, in attack position, his fist clenched, ready to turn those nuts to peanut butter.

It was a sneak attack, and a very efficient at that.

Colin’s knuckles connected with Bob’s bulging package, flattening it and ramming his nuts into his body.

Bob’s eyes crossed and he let out a moan as he doubled over and sank to his knees.

Behind him, Kenneth entered the house, a look of utter surprise on his face.

Kenneth was Colin’s father, 42 years old, handsome and athletic just like his son, with the same dark blond hair and the brown eyes that had the Decker family’s notorious juvenile sparkle in them.

“What the fuck?” Kenneth raised his eyebrows as he saw Bob on his knees. “What the fuck happened?”

“I believe I got cock knocked”, Bob moaned in a strained voice, clutching his aching testicles. “And I got cock knocked good…”

Kenneth looked at Colin. “Did you just cock knock your granddad?!”

“Umm”, Colin smiled sheepishly scratching his head. “I think I did.”

Bob let out a moan. He was 63 years old, Kenneth’s father and Colin’s grandfather, and the family resemblance was uncanny. He had his son’s and his grandson’s handsome features, an athletic und muscular body, and a full head of hair that had turned entirely grey. The Decker family’s juvenile sparkle was slightly overshadowed by the pain in Bob’s eyes, though.

“You don’t cock knock your granddad!” Kenneth said, unable to suppress a laugh at the absurdity of the statement.

“I thought it was you!” Colin shrugged his shoulders and shot his father a cocky grin, entirely unrepentant. “I wanted to play a game of cock knock with you.”

Kenneth’s foot snapped up between Colin’s thighs, hitting his son’s package dead-on. Colin was freeballing inside his sweat pants, and it was a perfect hit. Kenneth’s sneaker-clad foot made perfect connection with Colin’s lowhangers. The sound of the impact echoed through the house, not unlike a football getting kicked by a NFL player at the height of his career, immediately followed by a pitiful howl that made Kenneth laugh out loud.

“Ouch”, Bob dead-panned as he watched his grandson wail in agony, grabbing his crotch and cradling his battered balls. “Don’t hit your son in the nuts like that”, he scolded Kenneth, affirming his short lecture with a well-placed uppercut to Kenneth’s nuts.

Kenneth’s eyes watered and he let out an anguished wail as the pain spread through his body. “Do you listen to yourself at all, dad?” Kenneth groaned as he sank to his knees.

Bob and Colin laughed.

“Well, he’s right”, Colin grinned.

“Don’t laugh at your dad”, his grandfather said and smacked Colin in the nuts with the back of his hand.

Colin’s laughter was rudely, painfully interrupted as he screamed and dropped to his knees.

That was the position that all three generations of Deckers had assumed now, and they were all clutching their balls.

There was a choir of groans and moans and chuckles as they recovered from the nut pain.

“So what’s that game you were talking about, Colin?” Bob asked after a while. “Cock knock?”

Colin chuckled. “Oh, it’s nothing, grandpa.”

“Well it hurts quite a lot so it’s gotta be something”, Bob replied with a grin.

“It’s just a stupid little game that the kids play, dad”, Kenneth said.

“Yeah, well, apparently Colin wants to play it with me”, Bob said. “And if I’m playing I need to know the rules.”

Colin chuckled. “Okay, basically you just hit another guy in the nuts and say ‘cock knock’.”

“Like this?” Bob grinned and delivered a swift kick to his grandson’s nuts.

Colin coughed and doubled over in pain.

Kenneth chuckled. “You have to say ‘cock knock’, dad.”

“Cock knock”, Bob said cheerfully.

Colin grimaced rubbing his crotch. “Well, usually you do a punch instead of a kick – but yeah, that’s how it works”, he explained in a strained voice. “Good shot, grandpa. You got me right in the nuts.”

Kenneth laughed.

Bob turned his head. “Cock knock”, he announced cheerfully and threw a vicious uppercut between his son’s thighs, hitting both of Kenneth’s balls dead-on.

“God, dad!” Kenneth gasped as he doubled over and grabbed his nuts. “Stop it!”

“Cock knock!” Colin yelled and punched his grandfather in the nuts as hard as he could, eliciting a wheezing groan and a series of dry coughs.

Kenneth couldn’t help but laugh at his father’s funny nutshot face but he was quickly stopped by a hard, straight punch to his nuts, courtesy of his son.

“Cock knock!” Colin declared with a wide grin.

Kenneth howled in agony as his son and his dad roared with laughter.

They went back and forth, knocking each others’ cocks with the energy and the enthusiasm of teenage boys discovering their private parts, gleefully hitting each other in the balls, giving and receiving nutshots left and right.

It seemed like all three generations of Decker men were skilled ballbusters who enjoyed inflicting pain on another man’s most precious possessions.

Colin successfully fended off an attack from his father, only to get punched in the nuts by his grandfather.

“Oh, that was right in the dick, grandpa”, Colin moaned.

“Sorry, did I miss your nuts?” Bob chuckled and brought his foot back, kicking Colin’s nuts with all the force he could muster, lifting him off the ground and making him howl in agony. “Sounds like I got them now”, he grinned, only to have the grin wiped off his face by a vicious nut punch delivered by Kenneth.

Kenneth’s fist connected with his father’s nuts in a picture-perfect straight punch that brought stars to Bob’s eyes and made him gasp for breath.

“Cock knock”, Kenneth grinned. “Sorry, dad, I hope you weren’t using your nuts any more…”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on having any more kids”, Bob groaned. “But I’d sure like to use them for fun now and---”

“Okay, dad, too much information”, Kenneth interrupted him, grimacing. “Way too much information. I’m not that interested in your---”

“Cock knock!” Colin yelled and kicked his father in the balls.

A few hours later, the three men were sitting the living room, ice packs on their crotches, beers in the hands, moaning and groaning in pain.

“I don’t think I like that game”, Bob said with a chuckle.

“But you’re good at it”, Colin moaned, his face contorted in pain. “Better than some of my buddies, in fact.”

His grandfather and his father laughed.

“It’s because his sperm is old and lazy”, Kenneth said with a cocky grin. “It’s barely alive anymore…”

Bob raised his eyebrows. “Watch it, son!”

Kenneth laughed.

“Maybe we should play another round?” Bob suggested, cracking his knuckles.

“No!” Colin and Kenneth said simultaneously.

The three men burst out laughing.

Bob grinned. “Well, it sure brings the family together…”