Friday, April 30, 2021

Family fantasy (Oscar meets the Payne family)

Special thanks to Oscar for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who likes to let his fantsy run wild!) 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: Contains graphic homosexuality and permanent damage.

Featured in this story: the twins (click for pictures)
 
“I love this job”, Oscar muttered, his eyes rolling back into his head. “I just love thaghghghghg…” His voice trailed off as a big, fat dick entered his mouth, pounding his throat with wild abandon and replacing Oscar’s utterances with a curious mix of gurgling, gagging and grating.
 
Oscar was sprawled out on his back, his face covered in spit and spunk, a fat cock ramming his throat, a plump set of testicles smacking against his eyes. Those testicles were big and full, just a moment away from emptying their contents all over Oscar’s sweaty body.
 
The testicles in Oscar’s hands didn’t look quite so healthy. One pair in each palm, Oscar was kneading and squeezing the bloated, swollen, bruised nuts, making their owners whimper and moan as he got his throat fucked.
 

The fat, throbbing cock left Oscar’s throat, covered in slime and spit, leaving Oscar gasping for air. “I love this job”, he repeated in a raspy voice as a thick load of spunky jizz hit him in the face, plastering his eyes shut. “I love ighghghghg…”
 
***
 
Two hours earlier
 
Oscar was 19, a handsome young man from Mexico with black hair and a great tan. Athletic and muscular, with a neat haircut and a great body, he was wearing black pants and a striped shirt, black and white, identifying him as the referee for today’s contest.
 
He had gotten the job through an agency. He had no idea what today’s clients expected of him, but the agency usually paid well, so Oscar hadn’t asked any questions.
 
When he arrived at the address that the agency had given him, he rang the doorbell and looked around. The sound of laughter and cheers made him smile. This job was going to be fun. A teenager’s birthday party maybe?
 
The door opened, and Oscar’s jaw dropped. Instead of a middle-aged help he looked into the smiling face of a stunningly handsome young man of 22 years that was bare naked.
 
“He’s here”, the naked young man yelled, and Oscar’s jaw dropped even lower when a second person appeared in the door frame, just as naked and just as handsome as the first. In fact, they looked virtually identical, with muscular bodies and blond hair.
 
“You must be Oscar. I’m Michael Payne. That’s my brother Will”, the first guy said. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
 
Oscar blinked.
 
There was a moment of silence.
 
“Maybe he doesn’t speak our language, Mikey?” the second guy said, scratching his head.
 
“You know I hate that nickname”, Michael said sternly. Without breaking eye contact with Oscar, he swiftly smacked his twin brother in the nuts, connecting with his bare ball bag with the back of his hand.
 
“Ouch, I bet that hurt”, Oscar grimaced in sympathy as he watched Will double over in pain.
 
“You got me good, Mikey”, Will groaned, doubled over, his hands on his knees.
 
“He told you that he doesn’t like that nickname”, a third guy appeared behind Will. Jimmy was the twins’ older brother, 29 years old, and he looked like an earlier model from the same mold. Blond and blue-eyed, very handsome, with an athletic body. Oscar recognized him from TV, since Jimmy was a professional soccer player - a fact that was very obvious when looking at his extremely muscular legs.
 
Jimmy was just as naked as his younger brothers and he winked at Oscar before delivering a soccer style kick right between Will’s legs.
 
Will’s eyes opened wide and he let out a strangled moan as he dropped to his knees, howling in agony.
 
Michael and Jimmy high-fived, looking down at their hurting brother, and Oscar couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
 
“What’s going on?” a fourth guy appeared in the hall. He was in his late forties, blond and blue-eyed like his sons, with a wiry and athletic body – naked just like the rest of the guys. “Hi, I’m Lester”, he nodded in Oscar’s direction before turning to Will.
 
“Dad”, Will moaned, looking up at his father, his face a mask of pain. “Mikey hit me in the nuts.”
 
“Let me see”, Lester said, putting his hands on his hips.
 
When Will pulled his hands away from his genitals, Lester brought his foot down hard, flattening Will’s sore nuts like pancakes and eliciting a high-pitched wail from his son.
 
“You know that he doesn’t like that nickname”, Lester grinned as Will doubled over in pain.
 
Everybody erupted in laughter, and Oscar happily joined in.
 
***
 
A few minutes later, Oscar knew everything he needed to know about his job. He was the referee for a nut-crunching Payne family festival that pitted everybody against everybody: 22 year old twins Michael and Will, their 29 year old brother Jimmy, and 48 year old patriarch Lester.
 
It was going to be an intimate affair in the spacious garden of the family mansion. The only non-family member – apart from Oscar – was 18 year old soccer player Phil, a friend of Jimmy’s, who was wearing his soccer jersey and shorts.
 
Everybody except for Oscar and Phil was stark naked, and it seemed like big, fat cocks and a pair of juicy low-hangers ran in the family…
 
The four hunks were going to play six games. In every game, the winner would get 3 points, the runner-up 2 points, with 1 point for third place, and zero points for the loser.
 
Phil had come up with the games for today’s festivities: Testicle Tug-of-War, Nutball, Rock Paper Balls, Drag race, Flower Power, and a mysterious little game called “Splotch!”
 
“Ugh”, Jimmy said, grimacing and clearing his throat. “What kind of a game is ‘Splotch!’?”
 
Phil grinned. “You’ll see, buddy.” With that, he cheerfully smacked Jimmy in the nuts, eliciting a round of riotous laughter.
 
***
 
Testicle Tug-of-War
 
The four contestants stood in a cross formation, with their hands tied behind their backs, a long piece of rope connecting their sacks, a white square on the grass marking the “death zone”.
 
“It’s the death zone for your future kids”, Oscar quipped, and the contestants chuckled.
 
The rope was tied tightly around their nutsacks, and Oscar made sure that no nut would slip out accidentally by tugging and pulling and yanking on the ropes until he was absolutely sure that there was no escaping.
 
The result was that every sack in the pain family was red and sore even before the games began…
 
When it began, it soon became clear that the Payne family consisted of strong, forceful men. Every one of them leaned back, trying to pull another one into the square – but to no avail.
 
The ropes were tugging on their nut cords, stretching their sore balls, as the four men screamed and cried out in pain, gritting their teeth as they tried to use the strength of their manhood to defeat their kin.
 
“I think they need some more encouragement”, Oscar grinned, nodding at Phil.
 
The soccer player didn’t need to be told twice. One by one, he stood behind the contestants and hit their nuts with a hard, precise kick.
 
It was easy to his the four ballsacks, because the contestants were standing with their feet apart for balance, and their balls were stretched to the bottom of their sacks, easy targets for Phil’s great ball control skills.
 
Kick after kick found those Payne family jewels as they struggled to gain control of the tug-of-war.
 
It was Jimmy who landed in the “death zone” after a particularly nasty kick from his soccer team pal, and a particularly nasty combined effort of sack-pulling from his brothers and his dad.
 
“Noo!” Jimmy wailed as he fell to the ground, yanking on the rope and causing his two brothers to go down with him.
 
It was Lester who remained standing, his middle-aged face a mask of pain as his sons were hanging from the rope.
 
“That’s the advantage of age! Saggy balls!” Lester quipped as his sons were squirming on the ground, groaning and moaning and cupping their defeated balls.
 
***
 
Results after the first game
Jimmy: 0
Michael: 2
Will: 2
Lester: 3

 
***
 
Nutball
 
Lester’s saggy balls were not to his advantage in the next game. In fact, the were a great target for his sons, draped out between his thighs, fat and swollen and beet red.
 
They played with tennis balls, sitting in a circle, and the younger Payne generation quickly singled out Lester as their primary target, pelting tennis balls at his rapidly swelling dad spuds, hitting him square in the nuts again and again and again, only occasionally aiming for each other.
 
Despite the fact that Jimmy was a soccer player, he proved to be very skillful at this game, taking out his dad early in the game with an eye-watering nutshot that made Lester let out a soprano squeal and curl up in a ball.
 
Will was eliminated by his twin brother after a series of devastating hits that landed right on target, crushing his bruised and battered balls and ramming them into his body.
 
With Jimmy and Michael left to fight for first place, Phil and Oscar decided to make themselves comfortable, sitting on the defeated contestants’ faces and crushing their inferior balls under their soles as they watched Jimmy and Michael hit each other in the nuts.
 
Phil was sitting on Lester’s face, and Oscar used Will’s handsome visage as a seat pad.
 
In the end, Michael’s determination trumped Jimmy’s skill, and a well-placed tennis ball deflated Jimmy’s soccer balls…
 
“Fuck yeah!” Michael yelled, celebrating his victory over his older brother by jumping on his nuts in a nasty but hilarious victory pose.
 
***
 
Results after the second game
Jimmy: 2
Lester: 3
Will: 3
Michael: 5

 
***
 
Rock Paper Balls

 
A game of luck was next, and Phil was the enforcer.
 
Rock Paper Scissors was a one-on-one game, so the guys had to play several rounds. At first it was Lester vs. Jimmy, then Michael vs. Will, then Lester vs. Michael, then Jimmy vs. Will, then Lester vs. Will, and finally Michael vs. Jimmy.
 
Halfway through, Phil ran out of steam, and Oscar took over.
 
“Wow, I would have thought that you never grow tired of kicking balls”, Oscar quipped, playfully kicking Phil in the nuts before taking over as the enforcer.
 
Oscar’s kicks were hard and precise, and this game left every single contestant with a pair of seriously swollen and rainbow colored sperm tanks.
 
Luck was on Michael’s side once again. He won the game, with Jimmy in second place. Will placed third, and Lester had a streak of bad luck that resulted in his middle aged nuts getting kicked around like soccer balls.
 
“Thank god you already have kids, dad”, Jimmy laughed as Lester collapsed on the ground, cupping his aching nuggets. “That sperm is dead! Dead!”
 
***
 
Results after the third game
Lester: 3
Jimmy: 4
Will: 4
Michael: 8

 
***
 
Drag race
 
“That’s my kind of game!” Lester exclaimed when he saw the set-up for the fourth round.
 
The contestants had to drag a heavy weight over the finish line.
 
“Saggy balls for the win!” Lester grinned, shaking his hips and making his saggy, swollen sack slap against his thighs.
 
His sons rolled their eyes at their dad’s antics, but Lester proved to be right about the resilience of his rusty rocks: Huffing and puffing and groaning in pain, Lester made it over the finish line first, followed by Jimmy, Will and Michael.
 
“I think that was a little too easy”, Phil said, scratching his head.
 
“I have an idea!” Oscar grinned. “Let’s do it again!”
 
Lester and Jimmy protested, but with Oscar being the referee (and Phil shutting down the protests with a few strong kicks to a few swollen nuts) the decision was final.
 
The idea was quite original: Oscar would sit on the weight as the contestant dragged it towards the finish line, and he would slap and smack the contestant’s nuts while he was at it.
 
That was a very effective way of slowing everybody down quite a bit.
 
Accompanied by the anguished howls of the contestants, Oscar was dragged across the yard like a warrior on a chariot, and he delighted in waging war on the contestants’ testicles.
 
Ironically, that didn’t change the result one bit – except for the fact that the nuts were considerably more swollen than before…
 
***
 
Results after the fourth game
Will: 5
Lester: 6
Jimmy: 6
Michael: 8

 
***
 
Flower Power
 
The four contestants were speechless after Phil had explained the rules of the fifth game. “You have one minute to run through the garden, your hands tied behind your back, and collect as many spikes, thorns and spines as you can – using your sack as a pin cushion.”
 
“You can’t be serious”, Michael mumbled, grimacing in anticipation.
 
Lester looked at his son and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, if you don’t want to participate…”
 
“Hell no!” Michael said quickly. “I’m going to fucking win this thing!”
 
The four guys’ eyes wandered to the rose garden, a treasure trove of nasty thorns and spikes.
 
“One minute!” Oscar said with a grin. “Starting now.”
 
Sixty seconds later the four guys returned, their swollen, battered, bruised and bloated sacks studded with thorns, spikes and spines.
 
Oscar made it his mission to extract the tiny little things in the most painful way imaginable, eliciting all kinds of funny noises from the four contestants.
 
Will, Michael and Jimmy had raided the rose garden, each one of them collecting a very impressive number. But it was Lester who took the victory with a particularly good idea, using his sack to remove the spines of several cacti. Several of them had pierced his balls, drawing equal parts of laughter and reverence from his sons.
 
“Anybody in the mood for shish kebap?” Oscar quipped as he smacked Lester’s nuts, driving the spines even deeper into his pierced testicles and making him scream form the top of his lungs.
 
“Those nuts are toast”, Jimmy chuckled. “Oh, dad, that was a bad, bad idea!”
 
“I’m tied in first place with Michael”, Lester said through his gritted teeth. “Don’t count out your old man just yet!”
 
***
 
Results after the fifth game
Jimmy: 6
Will: 7
Lester: 9
Michael: 9

 
***
 
Splotch!
 
“The final game is called ‘Splotch!’”, Phil explained. “It’s called ‘Splotch!’ because that’s the sound we’ll hear when the game is over.”
 
The four contestants looked at Phil, their faces blank.
 
“The game will end when one of you loses at least one nut”, Phil said with a grin.
 
There was a moment of silence.
 
“Sounds fair”, Michael said with a shrug.
 
“My nuts won’t break”, Will chuckled.
 
“Who needs these anyway?” Lester quipped, grabbing his balls and instantly regretting it.
 
“What are we waiting for?” Jimmy yelled.
 
A garden rake was placed on the ground, and each contestant was asked to stand above it with his legs spread. Oscar jumped on the rake, driving the end of it into the contestants’ nuts.
 
It was a vicious, brutal affair, and everybody waited for the Splotch! that would put an end to one of their testicles and end the torture for everybody else.
 
It’s was poor Lester’s left nut that didn’t stand the test of time. Maybe it was the cactus spines from the previous game that had pierced the structure of his testicles, maybe it was the repeated kicks and hits and punches to the nuts, maybe his balls – having produced three beautiful sons – had reached their expiration date, maybe it was just old age.
 
Lester’s left testicle ended on the business end of the rake. A very good jump from Oscar brought it up, destroying his nut and making it explode inside his sack.
 
Splotch!
 
His sons erupted in cheers and applause, and Oscar creamed his pants in a spontaneous eruption.

Lester looked incredulous - but there was no denying it: Half of the old man's manhood had gone.

“Splotch”, Will chuckled. “I kinda like that name.”
 
***
 
Results after the last game
Lester: [disqualified]
Jimmy: 9
Will: 10
Michael: 12

 
***
 
With Lester out of the game, it was time for the losers’ punishments and the winner’s reward.
 
The losers’ dicks (except for Lester’s, for obvious reasons) were locked in very, very tiny chastity cages, and Oscar and Phil kicked them in the nuts a few times for good measure.
 
Then it came time for Michael to collect his reward. His nuts were bruised and bloated, but he was in a very good mood when he told Oscar: “Strip. I wanna fuck you senseless.”
 
Oscar obliged.
 
***
 
“I love this job”, Oscar muttered, his eyes rolling back into his head. “I just love thaghghghghg…” His voice trailed off as Michael’s big, fat dick entered his mouth, pounding his throat with wild abandon and replacing Oscar’s utterances with a curious mix of gurgling, gagging and grating.
 
Oscar was sprawled out on his back, his face covered in spit and spunk, Michael’s fat cock ramming his throat, a plump set of testicles smacking against his eyes. Those testicles were big and full, just a moment away from emptying their contents all over Oscar’s sweaty body.
 
The testicles in Oscar’s hands didn’t look quite so healthy. One pair in each palm, Oscar was kneading and squeezing the bloated, swollen, bruised nuts, making Will and Jimmy whimper and moan as he got his throat fucked.
 
Michael’s fat, throbbing cock left Oscar’s throat, covered in slime and spit, leaving Oscar gasping for air. “I love this job”, he repeated in a raspy voice as a thick load of spunky jizz hit him in the face, plastering his eyes shut. “I love ighghghghg…”
 

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow! I loved! So Lester since now has only a ball? I would love to read his interactions in other stories eith only a ball or even losing the last one. I liked that it has too much family ferish, after all when we talk about ballbusting it has much to do with dads and sons. When could we read more stories with characters like Lester getting their balls cracked again?

Mark-Daniel said...

Graphic homosexuality *and* permanent damage? This is my kind of story!!

Anonymous said...

I loved the story, it was awesome; but i don´t like the character of the father, sounds like incest.
I think the twins or oscar should be lost the ball. I would like to see one of the main characters of the blog losing one of his balls. Thanks for the story!

Dominik said...

Good story with some very creative ideas and imagery. Not a fan of the permanent damage part but to each their own of course. Other than that I loved it.

Anonymous said...

I liked the family plot and that someone lost a ball. I loved this story, have you thought into doing more like this?

Anonymous said...

Liked the dad vs son competition, we need many more stories like this one here... but didn't like the excessive violence at the ending.

Alex said...

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