Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
I sat down and let out a sigh. It felt like ages since I had sat down to do the taxes. My desk was cluttered with payslips, bills, invoices, bank statements, and tax forms. There was no way around it. It had to be done.
I sighed again. “Why didn’t I just close it all down”, I said to nobody in particular.
“Because you love your job”, a cheerful voice chimed in. My assistant Erik grinned and placed another stack of paper on my desk. “You have to break an egg to make an omelette.”
“Oh, shut up”, I mumbled.
Erik chuckled and vanished, probably to get more documents. Where did he get all that paperwork? It felt like I had been away for years…
I tried to focus on the task at hand when I was interrupted again, this time by another voice.
“Speaking of breaking eggs…”
I looked up to see Zach standing in the doorway. The 20 year old hunk was wearing a white t-shirt that made his tanned biceps stand out, and tight fitting jeans that seemed glued to his body, with a very prominent bulge in the crotch that looked like he was hiding a pair of potatoes and an eggplant down there. He ran his hand through his blond hair and smiled brightly.
I looked down again. “We have re-scheduled”, I said. “Read your emails.”
Zach was silent.
I didn’t look up but I knew he was still standing there.
“Read your emails”, I repeated impatiently, trying to focus on some ridiculous question regarding income tax. “We have re-scheduled.”
“But--- I--- The---”
I didn’t look up. “Read. Your. Emails.”
I heard the sound of a zipper. That made me look up.
Zach took off his pants, threw them in my direction, and looked at me defiantly. “We are going to film a video”, he said sternly. “My car is low on gas, and I was counting on the money.”
“Zach, that is not my---”
“We are going to film a video”, Zach insisted, taking of his shirt and revealing his sculptured upper body. “I will not go until you get out the fucking camera and do a video with me.”
“Zach, I---"
“Don’t try to talk yourself out of this!” Zach interrupted me, his voice booming as he slipped out of his boxer briefs, revealing his humongous cock and his huge, low-hanging balls. “I have rights!”
I tried not to stare at Zach’s gigantic genitalia that swung angrily from side to side, slapping against his thighs as he approached the desk.
“I know I have rights!” Zach repeated sternly. “We have contract! I demand that you kick me in the fucking nuts right now!”
In a rather unexpectedly athletic move, he raised one leg and placed a foot on the desk, letting his meaty possessions dangle right in front of my face.
I averted my gaze, trying not to get hypnotized by Zach’s pendulous dick and balls. “Zach, Chad isn’t here.” That was true. My cameraman Chad had taken a sick day. Something was wrong with his junk, apparently. There was no cameraman. “Zach. You can’t just ignore my emails, come in here, expect me to abandon everything and kick you in the nuts just because you need it!”
“I don’t care! I demand that you kick me in the fucking nuts right now!” Zach shouted, cocking his hips. He was standing so close that his dick and balls smacked me right in the face.
I gasped. “Zach! This is workplace harass---”
“Kick me in the nuts right now!” Zach demanded.
I was at a loss for words – but my assistant Erik wasn’t.
“Okay, if you insist”, came Erik’s voice from behind Zach. Apparently, he had just entered the room and hadn’t heard the start of the conversation. Before I had a chance to tell him that Zach was not only asking for a nut kick but a nut kick on camera, Erik had taken matters into his own hand.
It happened very quickly, and it happed right in front of my nose.
“Huh?” Zach went with a dumb expression on his face. He didn’t have a chance to turn around, let alone take his foot of my desk.
SPLAT.
Erik’s foot connected with Zach’s testicles, driving them into his body and flattening them like pancakes. Zach’s dick flopped against his thigh, helplessly, like a discarded sausage in a German sauerkraut kitchen.
A strangled, funny sound escaped Zach’s lips.
I rolled my eyes. “Erik.”
“My balls”, Zach whispered in a toneless voice, his body frozen in pain, his foot glued to the desk.
“Erik, that was really unnecessary”, I sighed.
“My balls”, Zach repeated. The things he was talking about were swinging back and forth, slowly coming to a rest. They looked like nothing had happened. Just the faint red imprint of Erik’s sneakers indicated that things were not quite peachy.
“What?” Erik said innocently. “He asked for it.”
“Ouuuughghghg”, Zach whimpered in approval.
I raised my eyebrow. “You know exactly what---”
“OUGHGUGHGHGH!” Zach wailed from the top of his lungs.
“Oh, please…” I rolled my eyes and got up and walked over to Erik as Zach finally found the strength to get his foot off my desk and bend over in pain. I heard him collapse behind me, whimpering and moaning.
“He asked for it”, Erik shrugged his shoulders. “He said---”
“I know perfectly well what he said”, I said. “And I know as well as you do that this---” I pointed my thumb at the muscular stud behind me curled up in a ball, whimpering as he clutched his crushed nuts “---is not what he was trying to say.”
Erik grinned. “Well, Zach has a way with words…”
I rolled my eyes and turned around, putting my hands on my hips as I looked down at Zach. Erik stood next to me.
“Oh what the hell”, I said with a deep sigh. “Get the camera. We might as well get it over with.”
Erik let out a gleeful giggle. “Can I do the---"
“You have done enough damage”, I interrupted him sternly. “You’re behind the camera. I’ll kick him in the spuds.”
Erik mumbled something unintelligible and went to get the camera.
Zach looked up at me, a glimmer of hope on his pain-contorted face. “So you---”
“We’ll do the video”, I said. “But I beg you, Zach, in the future please read your emails!”
“Okay, sure, yeah, of course”, Zach whispered hoarsely, trying and failing to get up.
I held out my hand and Zach grabbed it.
“Thanks”, Zach groaned, rubbing his slightly swollen balls. “I really appreciate it.”
“Just this once”, I said, pulling him up. He was heavier than I had anticipated. All those muscles, that humongous gong and those gigantic balls seemed to weigh a ton.
I adjusted my stance.
Unfortunately, I apparently raised my knee in the process, and it landed right where it shouldn’t have, ramming Zach’s already bruised balls into his body.
“Ouch”, I mumbled. “Sorry.”
Zach’s left eye twitched. “Don’t worry”, he whispered. “I’ll be okay.” A wheezing sound escaped his lungs and he collapsed on the ground. “Just give me a second.”
Erik returned with the camera and looked at me.
“Knee”, I explained as we looked down at Zach. “In the nuts.”
“Oh”, Erik said.
Zach was groaning and moaning, his hands cupping his balls.
I looked at my watch. “Are you sure you want to go through with---"
“Yes, yes, yes”, Zach whimpered. “I’ll be up in no time.”
I looked at Erik and shrugged. “Okay, let’s set up the shoot. What do you wanna do?”
“No idea”, I said. “Before the re-scheduling this was supposed to be the garage skit. But we don’t have the overalls, and the steel-toed boots.”
“And the pliers”, Erik nodded. “Oh, and the engine oil!”
Zach let out a whimper.
I though for a moment.
“We haven’t done a cum kicking in a while”, Erik said matter-of-factly.
I nodded slowly. “Right.”
Erik pointed at Zach. “Do you think he can…”
“Always”, I chuckled. “His balls are always full.”
“Better double-check”, Erik said. “You don’t want to kick him to a dry orgasm.” He rolled his eyes. “Trust me. I’m the one who handles our subscribers’ complaints…” He knelt down and gently pried Zach’s hands away from his junk before closing his bony fingers around Zach’s hefty testicles and giving them a good, hard squeeze.
Zach moaned.
“They feel full.” He twisted them, making Zach groan in pain. “When’s the last time you emptied them?”
Zach whimpered. “Last week, when I was with---”
“Alright”, Erik said cheerfully. “A cum kicking it is.” He gave Zach’s nutbag a playful smack with the palm of his hand. “Up, up! Let’s get to work.”
Zach whimpered.
I looked at my watch and waited until Zach was standing in front of me, his legs spread, his hands behind his head.
“Smile a little”, Erik said. He was standing behind the camera, filming both of us. “The audience doesn’t know that your balls aren’t in sound condition. Act as if you haven’t kicked in the nuts yet.”
Zach tried his best, showing off a toothy smile.
“Action!” Erik said.
I brought my leg back, and---
“You might want to take off your shirt”, Erik said helpfully. “Those stains… It’s been a week since he…”
“You are right”, I said. “Thanks. The last time I had to give the shirt to a dry cleaner…”
I took off my shirt, wearing only a tank top as I prepared to send Zach’s nuts into orbit.
“Just do it”, Zach said through his gritted teeth as he smiled for the camera. “Kick those balls as hard as you can and get it over with.”
I snap-kicked Zach’s nuts just like he had asked me too, without holding back. I was wearing dress shoes, which in my opinion are criminally underrated when it comes to ballbusting. The hard leather surface is perfect for crushing nuts. My instep connected with Zach’s bruised nutsack with a resounding smack, the telltale sign of a very effective ball kick.
Zach screamed from the top of his lungs, his muscles flexing, desperately trying to keep standing.
I took that as an invitation to keep going, and landed another devastating blow to his manhood.
Zach’s voice went up a notch as he clenched his eyes shut, his mouth opening slightly to let out a girlish squeal.
“Sounds like a mezzo. Let’s go for a full coloratura soprano”, I said, winking at the camera. I knew our subscribers loved a little banter to lighten things up. “You ready?”
I took Zach’s high-pitched squeal as a yes and threw another hard kick at his rapidly swelling balls.
It landed with a satisfying SQUELCH that sounded as if somebody had dropped a wet rag.
Zach’s balls were bright red now.
Conveniently, his dick had started to rise to the occasion. It had fattened up considerable so that it wasn’t slapping thighs any longer. It was at half-mast, bobbed from side to side, pointing straight at me.
The next kick brought it to full mast, and I think my decision to target Zach’s left nut was an accelerating factor in that. The tip of my shoe trapped Zach’s testicle against bis thigh, squishing it flat and making Zach go weak in the knees.
“My nut!” Zach squealed. “My fucking left nut!”
To even things out I went for Zach’s right testicles right away, and it was a spectacularly hard kick that made Erik let out an appreciative chuckle and Zach scream from the top of his lungs.
Zach collapsed on the ground, his raging boner leaking precum, and immediately curled up in a little ball, whimpering and moaning.
I raised my eyebrows and looked at Erik. How was I supposed to make him cum when he was covering himself up?!
Erik grinned and pointed between Zach’s thighs.
My face lit up. Zach’s bright red balls were trapped between his thighs, right below his ass.
I looked at my watch. Time to get back to work and finish the taxes.
I brought my foot back and kicked Zach’s exposed testicles with all the force I could muster. My foot connected perfectly, ramming his nuts into his body.
I heard Zach let out a funny sound, a curious mixture of a gasp, a scream, a cry and a bellow.
I knew that sound.
It was the sound of a very painful orgasm.
“Zach!” I yelled. “Turn around!”
“Shit”, Erik let out a deep sigh and put down the camera. “I can’t see a thing.”
“Zach”, I yelled, “turn around or the video is useless!”
Zach was panting and screaming, his body rocking with a one of the most powerful orgasms that I had ever seen. Unfortunately, we didn’t see any of it.
“Zach”, I said, giving up hope. “Tu---”
“It’s over”, Erik said with a disappointed look on his face. He turned the camera off. “Damn. All of this for nothing.”
I put my hands on my hips and looked down at Zach.
After what seemed like an eternity, Zach rolled onto his back. There was cum everywhere. There was a huge puddle on the floor, his hands sticky with his juice, and his bruised and battered bright red genitals were covered in it as well.
There was something of a proud smile on Zach’s pain-contorted face. Apparently he hadn’t heard us. “How did I do.”
Erik shrugged his shoulders and left.
I sat down at the desk, turning to the taxes again. “Zach, you’re supposed to be a pro. You know perfectly well that we can’t use footage without the money shot. People will think it’s fake.”
Zach was silent. I felt his eyes on my back.
“Stop staring at me”, I mumbled. “Get a cloth and clean up the mess.”
“What about my money”, Zach whispered in a toneless voice.
I didn’t answer.
“What about---”
“Zach”, I said patiently. “Read your contract. No money for a cum shot video without a cum shot.” I turned to him and shrugged. “Don’t worry. We’ll re-schedule. I’ll send you an email.”
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