Friday, June 26, 2020

Hot on the trail (Oliver meets the twins)

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

Artwork created by Champ

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

“Oh, it’s just a few miles away”, Michael said with a smile, fastening the laces on his hiking boots. “It’s a beautiful place.”

“Yeah, we have hiked there a few months ago”, his brother Will chimed in, picking up his back-pack and locking the car.

Will and Michael were identical twins, blond and blue-eyed, 22 years old, two handsome young men with athletic bodies and muscles in all the right places. For any stranger, it was hard to tell them apart, especially when they were wearing matching clothes like today.

To a casual observer, their companion looked a little like their younger brother. 18 year old Oliver was not quite as tall and not quite as muscular as the twins but he was just as blond and handsome. There was no family connection, though. Oliver had met the twins a few weeks ago, and they had discovered their shared passion for nature trips and hiking.

Today was the first time they actually went on a hiking trip together, and all three of them were well-prepared for a hike on a hot summer day, wearing hiking boots and robust clothes, hats and sun glasses, carrying backpacks for a nice, long trip into the woods.

They spent the first hour of the trip talking, and when they ran out of topics, they walked in silence for a while.

It was Will who decided to end the boredom by showing off his athletic skills. He picked up a couple of acorns and started lobbing them at his buddies. After hitting Michael in the forehead and Oliver in the chest, Will decided to aim a little lower.

“Bullseye!” Will yelled cheerfully after hitting his twin brother in the nuts with another acorn. “Right in the double yolker!”

Michael let out a groan and doubled over, grabbing his crotch.

“Ouch”, Oliver chuckled. “That’s gotta hurt.”

A second later, another acorn hit him in the groin. “Hey!” Oliver laughed, raising his knee to protect his groin as Will fired a few more acorns in his direction. “You hit me in the dick!” Right on the tip!”

The next acorn hit Oliver square in the left ball, making him grunt in pain.

“Dirty fucker!” Oliver pressed out, half laughing, half groaning.

He grabbed a handful of acorns and started tossing them at Will.

Very soon, the three blonds were engaged in a fierce acorn nut battle, pelting acorns at each other and trying to hit each other in the nuts.

Everybody scored some decent hits, and everybody was on the receiving end of some painful acorn-to-nuts contact as well, but the blows weren’t too hard, and there certainly were no virility threatening incidents.

“Here’s an idea”, Will grinned after scoring a double hit on both Michael and Oliver, making them both double over in pain. “Let’s do a little race. Last one to reach the clearing over there…” He pointed at a spot about 200 yards away. “…gets punished by the winners.”

Oliver chuckled. “I’m going to kick your fucking asses!”

Will let out a laugh. “Let’s see whose body parts get kicked – and which body parts it will be…”

The three guys laughed. Then they ran.

Oliver was the first one to reach the clearing, closely followed by Michael and Will.

“Damn”, Will grunted, panting. He looked up at Oliver with a cheeky grin, wiggling his butt. “Which body parts will it be?”

Oliver chuckled. “Which do you think?” he winked at Will. “Come on, spread your legs.”

Will looked at his brother and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Well, Mikey, looks like you’ll have to make sure that the family line continues.” With that Will spread his legs and placed his hand behind his back, closing his eyes.

His brother looked at Oliver. “Don’t worry about the family line”, he grinned. “Crush his fucking nuts.”

Oliver laughed. Then he brought his leg back and kicked Will’s nuts with all the force he could muster. His heavy hiking boots collided with the fat bulge in Will’s pants, flattening it and ramming his nuts into his body.

“Ughghg!” Will let out a miserable groan and doubled over, clutching his crotch.

“How are my nieces and nephews?” Michael dead-panned.

“I bet they’ll come out cross-eyed”, Will groaned in a strained voice, making Michael and Oliver roar with laughter.

“Let’s make sure”, Michael grinned and stood in front of his brother. “My turn now. Spread ‘em.”

Will sighed and spread his legs again. “Go easy, Mikey. For the family.”

“Don’t call me Mikey”, Michael replied matter-of-factly before bringing his foot up between his brother’s legs. His boot slammed into Will’s nuts, lifting him off the ground and flattening his nuts like pancakes.

Will howled in agony, and Michael and Oliver high-fived as Will sank to his knees, clutching his groin.

As soon as Will had recovered, he challenged Michael and Oliver to another race. “For the kids”, he quipped. “I don’t want mine to be the only ones with a visual impairment.”

Oliver grinned. “Five punches from each winner?”

“You’re on!”

The second race yielded a different result. Despite the fact that he had just been kicked in the nuts twice, Will won. Michael made it to second place and Oliver came in last.

This time it was the twins who high-fived.

“Awesome!” Will chuckled. “Come on, let’s do it together.” He shot his brother a cheesy smile. “As a family!”

“Awww, that’s wonderful”, Michael replied, smiling just as cheesily. He turned to Oliver. “Drop your pants.”

“Fuck you!” Oliver laughed.

“Do it”, Will grinned. “Let’s see what we are working with.”

“We won fair and square”, Michael grinned. “Now you gotta do what we say.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, opened his fly and dropped his trousers.

He had nothing to be ashamed of, a very nice pair of balls, not oversized but certainly above average, was dangling below a meaty, limp penis.

There was something strange about being naked in public, but there was nobody else in sight, and there was something natural about it as well.

Oliver’s thoughts were rudely interrupted when the twins knelt in front of him, one on either side. Will grabbed Oliver’s nutsack, holding it in place as his brother balled his fist.

“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!” Will yelled as Michael’s fist connected with Oliver’s bare balls.

Oliver screamed from the top of his lungs as Michael’s knuckles dug into the tender flesh of his testicles, flattening them like meaty pancakes.

Will laughed, letting go of Oliver’s balls and rubbing his hands. “Good work, Mikey! My turn!”

Michael ignored his brother’s use of the hated nickname and wrapped his fingers around Oliver’s scrotum. His balls were turning red very rapidly, and Michael made sure that both of his nuts were in the line of fire as Will powered five more punches into Oliver’s swelling ball bag.

Oliver screamed with every hit, and Will couldn’t help but try to make his voice crack, going harder and harder with every blow. On the fifth punch, he made Oliver let out a high-pitched squeal that made the twins laugh out loud.

“Oooooooooh! That’s gotta hurt!” Will cheered.

“Well done, brother”, Michael said, raising his hand for another high-five as Oliver sank to his knees, clutching his nuts.

When Will raised his hand to meet Michael’s, his brother surprised him with a snap kick to the nuts.

“I said, don’t call me Mikey”, Michael said casually as his brother collapsed on the ground next to Will.

Naturally, Oliver challenged the twins to another race, and the three buddies spent the rest of the hike racing and dealing out punishments to the loser.

Will lost the third race and received a series of five kicks to his bare balls from the two winners. From then on, things escalated pretty fast.

Michael advocated for holding back, but Will and Oliver egged each other on, coming up with more painful and humiliating punishments for the loser.

The fourth race saw Oliver lose his clothes completely for the rest of the hike. He had to carry them in his backpack. In addition to that, his balls were squeezed for a minute by each of the twins.

The fifth race marked the first time Michael lost. Unfortunately, it meant that he had to finish the hike naked as well. Will and Oliver kicked him in the nuts ten times each, and Michael spent the rest of the hike with bootprints on his sack.

Oliver lost his boots in the next race. Bare naked and barefoot, he had to continue with his boots in his backpack, walking gingerly through the forest as Will made fun of him.

“Oh, wait!” Will chuckled after a few yards. “We almost skipped the fun part. Twenty kicks from each of us.”

“Damn”, Oliver moaned. His nuts were red and swollen, and it was obvious that they were nowhere as tough as the twins’ seemingly indestructible sets of precious marbles.

Michael tried to be nice, taking off his boots for his a share of the kicks, but Will didn’t hold back at all, flooring Oliver twice as he crushed his nuggets with his heavy boots.

“That’s how it’s done”, he laughed with a satisfied grin as Oliver was writhing in the dirt, moaning and groaning as he nursed his battered, beet red balls.

After losing the next race, Will came up with the fun idea to make Oliver tie his boots to his balls for the remainder of the hike. The weight of his heavy, dirty hiking boots pulled down his nuts, trapping them at the bottom of his sack, with two major effects: it slowed him down considerably causing him to lose each and every race that followed, and it made his swollen battered balls perfectly available for the inevitable punishments.

With their picnic place in sight, they decided to have one final race.

“The loser”, Will suggested with a grin, “will be the target practice victim for the rest of the day.”

Oliver blinked.

“You mean that we--- I mean, that the winners can crush the loser’s nuts in every way they want for the rest of the day?” Michael asked, chuckling.

“Oh no, come on”, Oliver groaned, looking down at his crotch.

His nuts were ridiculously swollen, his hiking boots swinging back and forth as their laces choked his bloated ball bag.

“Aww, you don’t like that?” Will said with a sympathetic smile. “Well, let’s have a vote.”

The twins raised their arms, and chuckled.

“Looks like you’re overruled, buddy”, Will grinned.

Oliver gritted his teeth. “You’re in for a surprise”, he mumbled. “You don’t know what I’m capable of…”

The race started, and Oliver gave everything he had. He ran as fast as he could. His boots were jumping up and down, tugging and pulling on his nuts, and yet he ran faster and faster, gritting his teeth as his nuts were sending waves of pain through his body.

It wasn’t enough.

Will won the race, Michael came in second, and Oliver was the distant third.

“Well done!” Will and Michael high-fived and hugged as Oliver sank to the ground, bare-naked, panting and moaning.

“Alright, time for some target practice” Will announced cheerfully.

“Can’t we just eat something first”, Oliver moaned. “I’m hungry as hell.”

Will grinned. “Yeah, well, no. We are going to eat while you will watch us.” With that, he send his foot down on Oliver’s nuts, crunching them under his heavy boots and making Olvier squeal in agony.

A few minutes later, Oliver was tied to a tree, his legs spread wide apart, his dick duct-taped to his stomach, his swollen, bloated nuts exposed and vulnerable.

The twins were devouring their delicious contents of their lunch packages as Oliver watched on, a miserable expression on his face.

Every now and then, one of the twins took a rock and tossed it at Oliver’s nuts, making him scream in pain.

“Don’t you just love this place?” Will chuckled, taking a bite from a sandwich while his brother threw a rock at Oliver’s nuts. “It’s just beautiful.”


BBJake said...

I always love a story where some nuts get introduced to the business end of a boot ;)

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback, BBJake! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :-))

Firefox77788 said...

Fantastic story. Hope those hiking boots get used more ;-).

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, Firefox77788! :-))