Superstud returns! (Josh meets Logan)

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

Artwork created by Champ

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

This is a sequel (sorta) to Superstud!

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Josh leaned back and smiled. “That’s it”, he said, nodding approvingly. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”

He was sitting in the stereotypical Hollywood director’s folding chair, with the word “DIRECTOR” written on the back. Next to him, a cameraman was standing behind the cameras, focusing on the young stud who was standing in front of the green screen.

The third guy in the studio was in charge of the props. He was standing behind a table with all sorts of things, listening to music on his earplugs, looking bored to death.

Logan smiled sheepishly.

He was 18 years old, a good-looking high school wrestler, blond and blue-eyed, with a perfectly sculptured body that was displayed beautifully in his superhero costume, a ridiculously revealing mix of lycra and bodypaint. His lycra briefs were fitting tightly, hugging his bubble but and his very generously proportioned genitalia, putting his dick and balls on full display. The bodypaint was applied a little carelessly, without too much attention to detail.

After all, this was just an audition.


“Do you feel comfortable, Superstud?” Josh smiled.

Logan stretched his limbs and did a few squats. On the third one, his left nut tumbled out of his briefs, and Logan grimaced as he stuffed the fat orb back in. “I guess I have to be a careful with the superballs”, he mumbled.

Josh chuckled. “Don’t worry about a little nudity. Our movie won’t be rated PG…”

“Oh, in that case…” Logan laughed, pulling down his briefs and exposing his bare genitals before shaking his hips and making his dick and balls flop around and slap against his thighs, eliciting roaring laughter from Josh and the crew. Even the prop guy joined in.

When the laughter had died down, Josh explained what he wanted to do. “This is an audition, so we’ll just do a few scenes with you acting, and me standing in for your scene partners. You’ve read the script. Do you have your lines?”

Logan nodded.

“Good”, Josh said. “Any more questions?”

Logan shook his head. “Let’s do this.”

Josh smiled. “Yeah, let’s do this.” He looked at the prop guy who let out a sigh and prepared the scene.

A few minutes later, Superstud was tied to a rusty old bedframe, his hands and feet spread apart.

Josh got up and stood next to the bed, smiling. “You have walked into a trap by your archnemesis, IronFist. You wake up in a sleazy motel room, disoriented and helpless. Got it?”

Logan nodded. “Got it.”

Josh took a step back, stepping out of the frame, and turned to the cameraman. “Ready?”

“Ready”, the cameraman said. “Superstud returns. Audition. Scene 1.”

Josh nodded at Logan.

“Holy bedbugs!” Superstud gasped, wide-eyed and worried, writhing and squirming on the bed, his bulge shifting with every movement of his muscular body. “How did I get here? What is happening?” His eyes fell on Josh, standing just outside the frame. “What is your evil plan, IronFist?”

Josh started reading from the script. “Do you really think I’m stupid enough to tell you, Superstud?” He took a step forward and touched Superstud’s ankle with the tip of his finger. Very slowly, he ran his finger up on the inside of Superstud’s leg, moving past his calf and his knee and his thigh until he reached Superstud’s massive manhood.

Superstud let out a soft moan. “No! Let me go, Ironfist!”

“Oh, I will let you go”, Josh read from the script, his fingers closing around the fat bulge in Superstud’s lycra briefs. “But not before I have squeezed your true identity out of your superballs!”

With that, Josh started squeezing Superstud’s nuts with all the force he could muster.

“No!” Superstud grunted. “No!”

Josh put the script aside so he could use both of his hands on poor Superstud’s supersized package.

“Please!” Superstud screamed. “Please, no!”

With the sneer of a true supervillain, Josh reached inside Superstud’s briefs and took one nut in each hand.

Logan’s eyes widened. “N--- No!”

Unperturbed, Josh pressed his thumbs deep into the meaty core of Superstud’s spuds, eliciting a high-pitched wail that made the cameraman wince in sympathy.

The prop guy let out a sigh and adjusted his earplugs.

“No! Noooo!” Superstud squealed.

Both of Josh’s hands were buried inside Superstud’s briefs, crushing his nuts, squishing and squashing the two fat, juicy plums as if he was trying to press the pits out of them.

Superstud was screaming and wailing, his muscular body squirming and writhing as Josh squeezed the life out of his nuts.

Despite the pain that he was in, Superstud’s dick reacted rather unconventionally to the torture: It fattened and hardened considerably.

After what seemed like an eternity, Josh let go of Logan’s nuts. He looked at the cameraman. “Cut”, he said casually before turning back to Logan. “That wasn’t bad for a start. Looks like you got a little excited, though”, he smiled and pointed at Logan’s erection.

“Sorry”, Logan moaned.

“Don’t worry about it”, Josh said with a friendly smile. “We’ll take care of it.” He nodded at the prop guy who approached them with a bucket of ice cubes that he poured into Logan’s briefs.

 Logan let out a shocked gasp.

“That’ll cool things down”, Josh said with a smile. “No need to be ashamed.”

“Thanks”; Logan croaked, his sore, swollen nuts and fat dick shriveling under the ice.

While Logan’s dick and balls cooled down, the crew prepared the second scene.

This time, Logan was tied to a wall in a spread-eagle position.

The prop guy placed a baseball bat at Logan’s feet, and the handsome blond shifted uncomfortably.

“Umm, I don’t think that was in the script”, Logan said.

The prop guy looked at him. “Seems like you didn’t get the update”, he said with a shrug.

Logan gulped. His wrists and ankles were in shackles, attached to the wall, and his neck was shackled to the wall as well.

“Okay, what we’re doing now”, Josh explained with a smile as he grabbed the baseball bat, weighing it in his hand, “is the confrontation with The BatMan.”

Logan chuckled nervously. “Won’t you get in trouble with that name?”

Josh raised his eyebrows. “Good point. I’ll tell our law department to look into that.”

“Good, and, well, you know”, Logan stammered as he watched Josh practice a couple of swings, “I don’t think I got the--- I don’t think this scene was in the script that I was sent. I didn’t prepare for it. I don’t know the lines.”

“Don’t worry about it”, Josh smiled. “Your part is all improvised. Just go with the flow of the scene. Can you do that?”

Logan blinked.

“Alright”, Josh smiled. “Let’s go.”

The cameraman assumed his position behind the camera. “Superstud returns. Audition. Scene 2.”

Josh stood in front of Logan, tapping the baseball bat on the ground as he eyed his target, the bulging package between Logan’s spread thighs.

Logan cleared his throat nervously. “One more thing”, he blurted out.

Josh looked up at him. “Yes?”

“The title”, Logan said. “Superstud returns.”

“What about it?” Josh asked, smiling.

“It doesn’t make any sense”, Logan said, looking genuinely confused. “That sounds like this is a sequel. But there is no first part. I played this role in a wrestling match, not in a movie. This is ridi---”

The baseball bat connected with Superstud’s nuts, ramming them into his body and rudely interrupting Logan’s thoughtful remark, making him scream from the top of his lungs.

“The next one will be a home run!” Josh said with The BatMan’s cruel sense of humor before smashing the bat into Superstud’s crotch one more time.

In a serious case of wardrobe malfunction, both of Superstud’s balls and his dick bounced out of his briefs, tumbling out into the open as Superstud squealed in agony.

Dangling over the waistband, Superstud’s rapidly swelling superballs were an easy target for The BatMan who scored another perfect hit as the bat crunched Superstud’s nuts, ramming them into his body and flattening them like pancakes.

“Let’s see if I can hit them out of the park”, The BatMan said with an evil chuckle before sending the baseball bat up between Superstud’s thighs once more, making him scream like a banshee.

A few hits and anguished wails later, Superstud’s balls had turned a deep shade of purple and were swollen ridiculously. Superstud’s voice had gone hoarse and he was whimpering and moaning in pain.

Josh turned to the cameraman. “Cut”, he said matter-of-factly. Smiling at Logan, he continued: “That was very good. Congratulations, young man. You got the job!”

Logan let out a soft moan, his face a mask of pain. “Thanks, I guess”, he croaked in a toneless voice.

Josh smiled. “See you on the set.” He gave Logan a playful sacktap that made the handsome stud scream in pain.

***

A few weeks later, Logan entered the set of “Superstud returns!”, his fantastic body clad in Superstud’s extraordinarily revealing superhero suit, his blond hair gelled back, ready to get into the action.

The set was cheap and cheesy, an abandoned warehouse filled with cardboard boxes. Inexplicably, there was a wooden contraption in the middle that served no function other than offering an opportunity for immobilization and torture.

The crew consisted of director Josh, the cameraman that Logan had met at the audition, another cameraman with a handheld camera, the bored prop guy, and an assistant who looked just as bored.

Logan’s nuts had healed since the painful audition, and Logan had asked the wardrobe department for a protective cup, sensing that today’s shoot might turn out to be just as painful as the audition. After consulting with the director, Logan’s request had been denied. Apparently, a protective cup didn’t go well with the method acting approach that the filmmaker was aiming for.

Logan was a little worried.

His worries deepened when he met the three villains that he would face in this scene: Milkman, Dr. Nasty and The Boot.

The Boot was a savage mercenary-type. He was a big, bulky, muscular brute with a bald head, wearing nothing but a tight-fitting pair of camouflage shorts with leather straps on his bulging biceps and tattoos covering his chest and his back. His trademark was his heavy steel-toed boots, and a black leather mask covered most of his face.

Dr. Nasty was a slim, bespectacled nerd, African-American, wearing an open lab coat that allowed the audience to see his surprisingly muscular abs and chest and his tighty whities that were filled to capacity with the mad scientist’s extraordinarily large lab equipment. There was a high voltage warning sign on the front of his briefs, hinting at the doctor’s complicated backstory and his frightening superpowers.

Milkman was bare naked due to the fact that he was able to turn invisible and didn’t have to put up with social norms of any kind. That was why he wasn’t wearing a mask either, nor did he bother to style his stubborn brown hair. His body was perfect, though, as if he spent every minute of his civilian life at a gym. His hair was platinum blond, contrasting nicely with his tanned, muscular body. He was wearing milky white contact lenses that gave him an eery expression. To protect his hands and feet, he was wearing socks and gloves. He was carrying a six pack of empty bottles.

All three actors were in their early twenties, eager to break into the business, three hot studs willing to do anything the director asked of them.

Logan looked at the naked actor who played Milkman. Then he turned to Josh. “What kind of film are we shooting here?” he said slowly.

Josh raised his eyebrows. “Well, we’re a porn studio. Does that answer your question?”

Logan stared at him. His face spoke volumes. This wasn’t what he had expected at all – but before he could say anything, Josh and his assistant grabbed him and tied him to the contraption, his legs spread, his bulging package on full display in the very skimpy outfit that was his superhero suit.

Logan blinked.

Josh approached him and explained the scene, and his explanation didn’t exactly dispel Logan’s worries…

“The three villains are known as The Testicular Terror Trio”, Josh explained cheerfully as the three actors smiled at Logan.

Logan gulped.

“Your job is very easy in this scene”, Josh went on. “They are doing the heavy lifting, you’re just…” He chuckled. “Well, just do what comes naturally.”

Milkman let out an evil laugh.

“Pun intended”, Josh chuckled, playfully flicking Logan’s package.

“Oh god”, Logan groaned.

“That’s the spirit”, Josh said with a smile as he retreated to his director’s chair. “That’s what I want to see from you.”

The scene started, and the Testicular Terror Trio entered the warehouse, laughing evilly as they approached their captive, the valiant Superstud.

“My my, who do we have here?” Dr. Nasty snickered, adjusting his glasses before adjusting his crotch.

“I can’t wait to get my fingers on him”, Milkman said, rubbing his gloved hands.

The Boot stood in front of Superstud and, without a word, kicked him in the nuts.

Superstud let out an anguished wail that made Dr. Nasty laugh out loud.

Milkman didn’t look amused. “Stop it”, he hissed. “I go first.”

The Boot’s eyes narrowed, and he looked like he was going to lash out at Milkman.

“Don’t you dare!” Milkman whispered urgently, provocatively spreading his legs and putting his hands on his hips as he stared down his. “If that foot meets my nuts I will milk your mercenary meat until your juicy grapes are reduced to tiny little raisins!”

The Boot's thought process was clearly visible on his face. Finally, he took a step back, giving Milkman access to Superstud’s cum-filled gonads.

“No, please!” Superstud moaned as Milkman pulled down his lycra briefs, exposing his fat plums and his meaty, flaccid supercock. “Please!”

Milkman showed no mercy as he started to jerk Superstud’s dick, occasionally licking the head and squeezing the nuts. In no time, Superstud’s dick was hard as a rock.

The Boot and Dr. Nasty watched, chuckling, as Milkman did what he did best: Milking a fat cock.

“You may be wondering why we don’t save the cumshot for the end”, Dr. Nasty said with an evil grin. “Well, according to my studies, the testicles are extra sensitive when they have just been emptied, and we want to take full advantage of that…”

The Testicular Terror Trio laughed as Superstud moaned in ill-fated pleasure.

Very soon, he shoot a big, juicy load, moaning and groaning as Milkman filled up the first bottle with Superstud’s spunk.

Instead of letting go after the orgasm had ended, Milkman continued jerking Superstud’s dick, not allowing the mammoth meat stick to go soft.

Superstud whimpered and moaned, his muscular body writhing as another load was milked from his dick, then another, and yet another.

When Milkman was done, five of the six bottles were filled with Superstud’s seed.

“Extraordinary”, Dr. Nasty snickered. “That’s enough to populate the entire planet with little Superstuds…”

Milkman licked his fingers and chuckled. “One more bottle to go…”

Dr. Nasty grinned. “Let’s save it for the grand finale…” He turned to The Boot and held out his hand, making sure not to touch the merciless mercenary’s body. “Your turn.” He winked at the big, bulky brute. “Do some damage, big boy!”

“Oh, no”, Superstud croaked. His muscular body was weakened by the painful, involuntary orgasms and completely covered in sweat. Pearls of swear were running down, smudging the body paint and making the handsome hero look unkempt and seedy – even though seed was exactly what Superstud was lacking now.

His nuts were completely drained of their spunk, his dick sore and raw.

The Boot’s foot connected with the two tender, empty orbs, ramming them into Superstud’s flawless, weakened body and eliciting an anguished wail.

“We were right, weren’t we?” Dr. Nasty smiled viciously. “It hurts worse when they are empty…”

Again and again, The Boot kicked Superstud’s spunkless spuds with all the force he could muster.

Milkman and Dr. Nasty watched with wicked glee as The Boot wreaked havoc on Superstud’s babymakers, causing the drained, sore nuggets to swell rapidly.

Superstud groaned and moaned, writhing and squirming, his legs spread, his shriveled dick flopping around as The Boot crunched his nuts mercilessly.

A few minutes and several dozen kicks later, Superstud’s balls were bloated and battered and covered in bruises, and The Boot had barely worked up a sweat.

Dr. Nasty raised his hand, causing The Boot to stop.

The brutal villain let out a grunt and took a step back, making way for the doctor.

“Thank you, big boy”, the doctor smiled. “I’ll take it from here.” With that, Dr. Nasty rubbed his hands, revealing the superpowers that he had gained after an unfortunate incident at his lab years ago. His fingertips were emitting sparks, a result of the electricity that was running through Dr. Nasty’s body.

Superstud’s eyes widened as he saw the wires in Dr. Nasty’s palms.

“No!” he whispered in a toneless voice as the doctor’s hands slowly, very slowly came closer, heading for bloated balls and his spent dick. “No!”

“How do you like your nuts, Superstud?” Dr. Nasty said with a vicious grin. “Roasted, I hope – because that’s what they’ll be!”

“Noooooooo!” Superstud let out an ear-piercing shriek as Dr. Nasty’s hands touched his balls, sending waves of electricity through his tortured testicles.

Superstud was writhing in agony, all the muscles in his body tensing as his nuts were fried in Dr. Nasty’s tightening grip.

Dr. Nasty let out an evil laugh as he electrocuted Superstud’s manhood, short-circuiting his chances of every fathering Superkids.

“Noooooooo!” Superstud squealed as his tender testicles were fried in Dr. Nasty’s hands.

Dr. Nasty threw his head back, laughing maniacally as he squished and squashed Superstud’s sparkling superspuds, pressing his fingertips deep into the tender tissue of his rapidly heating testicles.

“Noooooooo!” Superstud’s voice had turned into a coarse, hoarse grunt, his handsome face a mask of pain.

His flaccid, spent dick twitched as the electric current induced another orgasm, even more painful than the previous ones, that forced the very last droplets of cum out of Superstud’s nuts. His hot, steaming spunk landed on the ground in a sad puddle of - most certainly completely sterile - semen.

“Cut!” Josh yelled, jumping up from his chair. “Cut! Goddamn it!”

The actors stopped what they were doing, and the actor who played Dr. Nasty let go of Logan’s nuts, stopping the current flow that went through the neatly concealed device in his hands.

The actor who played the Milkman bit his lower lip. “Sorry, my bad. I fucked up. My bad.” He raised the empty milk bottle and nodded apologetically. “Sorry. Missed my mark.” He let out a sigh. “Sorry, everybody. Won’t happen again.”

Josh let out a sigh. Actors. “Alright, let’s start at…” He sat back down in his chair and looked at his assistant. “What’s the line?”

The assistant recited the words, bored and disinterested. “Dr. Nasty: How do you like your nuts, Superstud ? Roasted, I hope – because that’s what they’ll be!”

The actors laughed.

“Oh no”, Logan whispered.

“How do you like your nuts, Superstud?” Dr. Nasty said with a vicious grin. “Roasted, I hope – because that’s what they’ll be!”

“Noooooooo!” Superstud let out an ear-piercing shriek as Dr. Nasty’s hands touched his balls, sending waves of electricity through his tortured testicles.

Superstud was writhing in agony, all the muscles in his body tensing as his nuts were fried in Dr. Nasty’s tightening grip.

Dr. Nasty let out an evil laugh as he electrocuted Superstud’s manhood, short-circuiting his chances of every fathering Superkids.

“Noooooooo!” Superstud squealed as his tender testicles were fried in Dr. Nasty’s hands.

Dr. Nasty threw his head back, laughing maniacally as he squished and squashed Superstud’s sparkling superspuds, pressing his fingertips deep into the tender tissue of his rapidly heating testicles.

“Noooooooo!” Superstud’s voice had turned into a coarse, hoarse grunt, his handsome face a mask of pain.

His flaccid, spent dick twitched as the electric current induced another orgasm, even more painful than the previous ones, that forced the very last droplets of cum out of Superstud’s nuts.

“Oh, I love myself some hot milk!” Milkman quipped, holding out the bottle, catching Superstud’s hot, steaming spunk in it until it was filled with - most certainly completely sterile - semen.

When Superstud’s orgasm was over, Dr. Nasty took a step back, taking his place between his fellow supervillains.

“That’s the end of Superstud!” he yelled maniacally, and the Testicular Terror Trio roared with laughter.

On a sign from Josh, they stopped, turning to the camera and breaking the fourth wall.

Dr. Nasty winked at the audience. “Or is it?”

There was a moment of silence that was only broken by Superstud’s moans.

Josh smiled. “Aaaaaaaaand cut! Great work, everybody.” He stood next to Logan, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Logan’s body was covered in sweat and he was barely conscious.

“Guys, put your hands together for our Special Guest Star, Logan Kruger!” Josh smiled, clapping his hands.

The cast and crew applauded politely as Logan looked up, dizzy, drained, his balls all but destroyed.

Josh chuckled. “That’s a wrap!”