Monday, March 9, 2020

Art by White Worm: Cornhole

About a week ago I wrote about the wonderful artist White Worm and his awesome ballbusting artwork. He kindly gave me permission to share some of his fantastic portraits here on the blog. This is a little story inspired by the picture below. Make sure to follow @whiteworm10 on twitter and enjoy his amazing art! 

Artwork created by @whiteworm10
“Step right up”, Tyrone smiled, casually tipping his top hat, winking at a hot young passer-by. “Step right up and play a game of cornhole.”

His voice was sounding over indistinguishable noise of the fun fair, the talk and the laughter from the guests and the music and the cheerful announcements from the other booths. It was deep and full, resonating and rich, booming without being annoying. It had the natural, effortless authority of a man who knew about his might, who knew that his place in the world was at the top.

“Fun for everybody”, Tyrone smiled. “Step right up and play a game of cornhole.”

Next to him, his legs spread wide apart, his ankles shackled to the ground, his hands tied behind his back, was Billy.


Before today, Billy had considered himself a stud. Now he was not so sure anymore. A quarterback in high school, Billy had always been athletic and muscular. He loved working out and showing off his awesome body.

But the level of exposure right now was a little too much for him…

“Throw your beanbags at his beanbag”, Tyrone smiled. “Step right up and play a game of cornhole.”

Billy was bare naked, his average-sized dick and his plump, fat balls on full display. A leather strap was tied around the base of his nutsack and his dick.

Billy had taken the job out of desperation, after an unfortunate incident at his fraternity caused him to drop out of college. This was not what he had expected – but there was nothing he could do about it.

“Make this young man sing soprano”, Tyrone smiled. “Step right up and play a game of cornhole.”

Billy looked up at Tyrone, his eyes filled with desperation.

“The afternoon has been slow”, Tyrone said under his breath, looking down at him. He tapped Billy’s fat nuggets with his cane, causing Billy to wince and grimace. “Those little nuggets haven’t seen much action yet.” He chuckled. “But don’t you worry, boy, things will heat up soon.”

He was right.

After a couple of single guys and couples who landed a couple of decent hits to poor Billy’s nuts, the Santos High basketball team were the first to launch a concerted team effort sack attack at Billy’s genitals.

“You guys know how to play with balls”, Tyrone commented after the twelfth hit to Billy’s rapidly swelling nuts in a row. “Come on, next round is on me!”

The boys cheered and laughed before landing a few more devastating nutshots that left Billy’s balls red and sore as he screamed into his gag.

“Step right up”, Tyrone smiled, spotting a group of young men with their girlfriends. “Nothing like crushing a pair of nuts to impress a lady, right?”

Billy let out muffled grunts of protest, his eyes as wide as saucers as the young men stepped up, picking up beanbags and weighing them in their hands.

“Here, gentlemen”, Tyrone said, pointing to another stack of beanbags. “These are heavier. Filled with lead pellets. I bet you’ll love them.”

The first hit was a perfect one. The additional weight of the new beanbags added an extra level of pain and Billy screamed into his gag, his eyes watering.

The thrower laughed, clapping his hands happily as his buddies cheered him and his girlfriend giggled with joy.

“Good shot, man”, Tyrone chuckled. “Right in the fucking nuts. Now – can your friend match that hit?”

He could.

A huge grin spread on the big, heavy guy’s face as he squashed Billy’s nuts with the heavy, lead-filled beanbag.

“That’s gotta hurt”, Tyrone commented with a chuckle. “I bet his kids felt that…”

The guys roared with laughter as the next one grabbed a beanbag and prepared to fire it at Billy’s balls.

Billy squealed in agony as beanbag after beanbag found his rapidly swelling nuts.

“Come back tomorrow”, Tyrone grinned. “We’re here all week.”

A line had formed at Tyrone’s booth, and the next hour and a half were filled with non-stop nutshots for poor Billy.

It seemed like the cornhole booth was quickly becoming one of the most popular attractions at the fair, a fact that filled Tyrone’s wallets with cash and Billy’s eyes with tears as hordes of people hurled beanbags at Billy’s testicles.

Funnily enough, his limp little dick seemed to shrink with every nut-crunching blow, creating a hilarious visual as his balls grew bigger and bigger and his dick grew smaller and smaller. 

Near the end of the day, as things calmed down and less and less people passed by the cornhole booth, Tyrone decided that business needed a little boost.

Billy whimpered and moaned as Tyrone modified a couple of details in the set-up of Billy’s shackles. When he was done, Billy was flat on his stomach, his swollen, bruised nuts and his pathetic little dick in a puddle of mud, his legs spread and his little butthole exposed between his cheeks.

“Step right up”, Tyrone smiled, casually whipping out his big, meaty dick, winking at a hot young passer-by. “Step right up and play a game of cornhole.”

4 comments:

volpesco said...

Delicious

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, volpesco! I'm glad you like it! :-))

Anonymous said...

I want to see Billy getting kicked in the nuts . He deserves

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment! I'll pass it on to the artist! :-))