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.
 

World of Payne: Thwarted plans

Thanks to anikin for the plot idea. This little two part story features the twins Michael and Will in their teenage years, growing up with their older brother Jimmy.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

Jimmy sat at the kitchen table, munching on a bagel. The 23 year old soccer player was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of loose fitting sweat pants. He was home for a couple of weeks, taking a vacation from his job at an English soccer club.

His parents were at work, and he was alone with his brothers, 14 year old twins Will and Michael.

The two blond boys were sitting at the opposite side of the kitchen table.

“How do you like your eggs, Jimmy?” Will asked innocently.

Michael snickered.

Jimmy’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the twins. “What are you up to, you two little rascals?”

Will tried to maintain a straight face. “Nothing.” He smiled sweetly. “So how do you like them?”

World of Payne: Welcome home

Thanks to anikin for the plot idea. This little two part story features the twins Michael and Will in their teenage years, growing up with their older brother Jimmy.

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

“Welcome home”, Lester Payne smiled and hugged his son. “Long time no see.”

Jimmy smiled back at his father. He was 21 years old. The handsome blond soccer player had signed a contract with an English club a year ago. The training schedule was hard, and the weekends were filled with Premiere League matches. He hadn’t been home for a couple of months, and he was looking forward to spending four weeks of vacation at home with his friends and family.

Most of his buddies were living in the area, and they had a lot of catching up to do. In addition to that there were a couple of girls who couldn’t wait to get their hands on his soccer star dick. He had worked through his fan mail to come up with an elaborate schedule that included sex on six days per week.

“How are you?” Lester asked. He was a handsome man with short blond hair and a three day stubble.

“Great, dad”, Jimmy smiled.

“The twins are so excited”, Lester chuckled. “They have been talking about you all week…” He lifted his hands to his mouth and shouted, “Will! Mikey! Look who’s here!”

Ballsy brothers

Thanks to anikin for the idea that inspired this story.

Previous parts:
Balls for all
Dawn of the dad

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

A couple of days ago, we had met the twins’ father, Lester, a wiry and athletic man in his mid-forties. I had talked to Michael and Will about the idea of a couple of father/son teams to compete against each other in a ballbusting contest. Will had been enthusiastic while his brother Michael didn’t seem to like the idea very much. In the end, they had agreed to take part in our little competition, though, and Will had promised to ask his father if he’d be willing to put his balls on the line for the sake of silly entertainment.

“So what did he say?” I asked.

Will was sitting on the couch, wearing casual shorts and a sleeveless shirt. It was a warm day and he wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran his hand through his blond hair. “He’s gonna do it”, Will grinned. “I was very persuasive…”

His brother Michael rolled his eyes. He was sitting opposite Will, wearing similar shorts and a t-shirt. “You talked him into it”, he mumbled.

Will raised his eyebrows. “I told him everything he needs to know”, he said. “And he was instantly hooked.”

I nodded. “Great.”

“Well”, Michael said. “Maybe he didn’t fully grasp what he was getting himself into. I mean, he’s not exactly used to getting his nuts cracked…”

Soccer balls 2

Featured in this story: Brandon, Cal, Phil, the twins and Zach (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Overtime 
Take five 
Fourplay 
Sneakpeak 
Artwork

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. 

“Why don’t you take off your clothes“, I said, smiling at the six guys who were standing in front of me. “Jimmy and Phil should be here any minute.”

Will chuckled. The blond gymnast ran his hand through his hair and winked at me. “You can’t wait to see us naked, huh?”

I grinned. “Well, you know, I’ve seen you naked a couple of times – but it’s always a pleasure…”

Will laughed and began unbuttoning his jeans. He reached inside his underwear and pulled out his fat cock and his big nuts. He stroked his cock and winked at me again.

I shrugged and smiled.

His twin brother Michael rolled his eyes and took of his shirt.

Both guys had muscular bodies and similar sets of genitals.

The other guys had no reason to be jealous of the twins’ bodies or their junks, though.

Overtime

After analyzing the results of last month’s poll (asking for our members’ favourites among our recurring guests), I decided to give the twins’ brother Jimmy a call. He is a successfuland very well-known soccer player in England. He is a very attractive 29 year old guy who seems to get even more money from posing for centerfolds and aftershave ads than from playing soccer…

When he picked up the phone, he sounded tired. “Yes?”

“Hi, it’s Alex. How are you?”

He yawned audibly. “Do you know what time it is?”

I looked at my watch. “It’s--- Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I totally forgot about the time difference…”

Jimmy chuckled. “Already americanized, huh?”

I was pretty happy that Jimmy couldn’t see me at the other end of the line, because my facial color resembled the color of a ripe tomato…

“Should I call again tomorrow?” I asked meekly.

“Nah”, Jimmy yawned. “Now I’m awake. So what’s up?”

“Everything’s fine”, I said. “We are getting more and more viewers, the guys are having fun, the balls get busted.”

Meeting Jimmy again

Previous parts:
Birthday plans 
I know what you did last year 


Featured in this story: Phil (click for pictures)

It’s the twins’ birthday party on Friday and I have the honor of organizing it. I have been talking to the twins’ friend Parker about last year’s party and he told me about it. Today I’m gonna meet their brother Jimmy, who is a professional soccer player in England. He has been here in January when he and a team mate of his participated in our “Soccer balls” nutkicking competition. He lost but he took it like a man…

Jimmy is a very handsome 29 year old guy. He is blond like his brothers Michael and Will and has beard stubbles on his face. He is at the end of his – very successful – career as a pro soccer player and since January I have noticed several billboards with his face on it, promoting some kind of sexy fragrance.

He came to the studio today and he brought someone with him who I recognized from the training videos that he had sent me before the competition: a young, attractive red-haired junior soccer player called Phil.

Jimmy and Phil were standing in the door frame and grinned at me. Both of them were dressed in jeans, sneakers and t-shirts, and they both looked dashing. I thought that Phil with his red hair and his cute face could be right on his way to succeed Jimmy in the “Sexiest Man Alive (Sports)” category, once Jimmy decided to retire for good.

“Hello!”

“Hi there”, I smiled and shook their hands. “I’m Alex”, I said to Phil.

“I’m Phil.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you in the videos”, I nodded. Then I turned to Jimmy: “I thought you’d come alone.”

Jimmy nodded. “That was the plan. But then something came up. An American soccer team wants Phil to play for them. It’s a bit of a secret and I offered Phil to take him with me. He is gonna be at the party tomorrow and on Sunday we’re gonna meet the top dogs of his new team.”

Phil punched Jimmy’s upper arm. “Potential new team. I haven’t decided, yet.”

“Ow”, Jimmy said and rubbed his arm. “I’m your mentor, not your bitch boy…”

“We’re not in England anymore, Jimmy”, Phil grinned and pretended to throw another punch at Jimmy’s arm, stopping right before impact.

Jimmy winced and Phil laughed.

The older guy raised his eyebrows. “Don’t do that!”

Phil laughed again. “Sorry.”

Jimmy looked at him suspiciously.

“I said I’m sorry. No more punches to your arm, I promise”, Phil grinned.

Jimmy’s expression didn’t change.

“Trust me”, Phil said and Jimmy shrugged.

“I don---“

Jimmy was interrupted by a quick, hard backhand slap to his nuts. He yelped and grabbed his groin.

Phil looked and me and laughed.

I grinned. “Nice to have you here!”

Birthday plans

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

Today I got a phone call from Jimmy, the twins’ older brother and a professional soccer player in England. He was here a few days ago to compete in an all-out ball kicking competition against his team mate Frank. He lost and had to bear the consequences, i.e. his nuts were shaved and abused by our models.

When he called he sounded cheerful and bright – much to my surprise. I had expected him to be upset about the way the competition turned out. I asked him about it and he chuckled.

“You see”, he said, “I didn’t like it – but I lost fair and square. I guess I have to hide my junk from the rest of my team mates, though. They’d have a field day on my nuts if they saw my shaved bits. I just hope Frank won’t tell them.” He sighed. “But he probably will.”

I grinned. “So everything is working fine again?”

Jimmy sighed. “My balls are black and blue. I haven’t tested their efficiency, yet, but I don’t think they will be out of order for long. You know, they have taken the odd blow on the field now and then – and there has never been any permanent damage…”

“That’s nice to hear…”

“Absolutely!” he chuckled.

I laughed.

Then Jimmy changed the subject: “It’s Will and Michael’s birthday in April and I thought we could do something special for them, like a party or something.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Yeah. Well, I’m pretty busy here at the moment so I won’t be able to do the planning”, Jimmy paused. “I wondered if you could do that.”

I thought about that for a moment.

“You know”, Jimmy continued, “invite a few friends, maybe have a theme to it, something like that.”

“Okay”, I said, “I’ll think of something. Will you be there on the day?”

“I will if I can arrange it.”

“Great. When is it?” I asked.

“It’s the 4^th of April”, Jimmy answered.

“So we have more than two months to get things going.”

“Right.”

“No problem. It’s gonna be a wild party!” I grinned.

Jimmy laughed. “They are gonna love it!”

“You bet!”

“Alex, you could… you know… arrange for a few ball games to be played, too, couldn’t you?” Jimmy said with a mock-conspiratorial tone in his voice.

I laughed out loud. “You’re really getting into it, arent’t you?”

Jimmy laughed, too. “Kind of. I want them to have a great party. And what’s a party without popping a few balloons?”

Soccer balls

Previous parts:
Phone call from Europe
Another phone call from Europe
Yet another phone call from Europe
Jimmy's training
Frank's training

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Danny, Kev, Leo, Simon, and the twins (click for pictures)

Finally the day had come: Today soccer pros Jimmy and Frank were coming to our studio to compete against each other in a fierce ball kicking battle. Jimmy and Frank are both professional soccer players in a club in England. Jimmy is the twins’ brother and originally the idea had been for him to show us his ball kicking skills. Then Jimmy’s German team mate Frank had asked to join in for a competition: They each would get a kick at our models’ nuts. Whoever kicks the hardest would be the winner. And our models would get to punish the loser…

I have seen the videos for both their training sessions with the junior players of their teams. And I seriously did’t know who’ll be the winner…

Leo, our slender and willowy skater boy was the first to arrive at the studio. Shortly afterwards the rest of the gang arrived: Danny, the strawberry blond actor; Kev, the cocky jock boy; and Simon, our shy, geeky, bespectacled cutie – who was far from shy when you got to know him better…

Will and Michael, our beautiful blond gymnast twins arrived last and brought the protagonists with them: Jimmy and Frank were all smiles and seemed to look forward to the ball bashing they were going to give to the boys. They were dressed for the occasion: Both of them wore the official match gear, green soccer shirts with their name and number in white on the backside and the sponsor’s logos on the front, matching soccer shorts, socks, and soccer cleats. Their naked muscular legs were tanned and slightly hairy. They must have created quite an unusual sight when they walked the streets like that…

Jimmy had a large bag in his hand.

“Hi!” he grinned and shook my hand.

“Nice to meet you”, I replied and introduced myself.

I shook Frank’s hand, too. Both had a strong and firm handshake.

“Here”, Jimmy put the back on the ground and opened it. “I have something for you, guys.”

He grabbed some shirts out of the bag and handed one to everybody. Leo, Kev, Simon, Danny and the twins took off their own shirts and changed into the new ones. They weren’t the same ones Frank and Jimmy were wearing, though, these ones were skin tight. I had seen the boys in the training videos wear them. They seemed to be the training shirts.

Kev ran his hand over his abs and flexed his muscles. He grinned at Simon. “Nice, hmm?”

Simon smiled back. “Yeah…”

“So”, Kev addressed Jimmy, “do you have some shorts for us, too?”

Jimmy smirked at him. “No, I’m afraid.”

Kev gulped. “Okay, I thought so…”

“Undress please, so that we can start the game”, I shouted cheerfully.

Soccer balls: Jimmy's training

Featured in this story: Phil (click for pictures)


Previous parts:
Phone call from Europe
Another phone call from Europe
Yet another phone call from Europe
 
Today Jimmy’s training video was in the mail.

Jimmy is the twins’ older brother. He lives in England and is the captain of a soccer team, a rather successful one at that (I have searched the internet for him and his team and I have to say that I’m quite impressed by the titles they have won.)

It was his idea to come to do a video with us. In a few weeks he’ll be here in the States, visiting his family and his friends. He is bringing a team mate of his, a German guy called Frank, and they both are going to do a skit – I called it “Soccer balls” – in which they both will compete for the title of “Best Ballkicker”. I’ve told our boys – the twins, Danny, Leo, Simon and Kev – and they were very intrigued by the idea.

Anyway, Jimmy had told me on the phone that he had gotten some of the junior players from his English soccer team to agree to provide the balls for the training. He and Frank were both quite eager to win the competition, mainly because the loser – i.e. the one with the weaker kicks – would be punished afterwards by our models.

I opened the envelope and found a short letter, some pictures and an unmarked DVD. The letter read: “Hi Alex, here’s the video. I’ve send you some of the promotional photographs for Frank and me, too. Looking forward to the see you in January! Jimmy.”

There were four pictures: two of Jimmy, two of Frank.

Jimmy is a very attractive 29 year old guy, blonde like his brothers, beard stubbles on his face, and a killer smile for the camera. He has strong soccer player’s legs and although the bright green, shiny soccer shorts didn’t reveal much of his package, it looks quite promising.

Frank is a bit younger, 26 years old, has dark brown hair and equally muscular legs. He isn’t as attractive as Jimmy, but he has a certain raw and brutal – and quite intriguing – quality to his looks, with a rather chiseled face, broad chin, and a quite menacing look in his eyes. It says on the back of the foto (where name, age, and position are noted) that he plays in a center forward position. That fits…

I popped the DVD into the player.

Yet another phone call from Europe

Previous parts:
Phone call from Europe
Another phone call from Europe


Today I got another phone call from Jimmy, the twins' older brother, who is a professional soccer player in England and agreed to to a video with us when he is here in the States in January. He wants to bring another team member, an German player called Frank, so they both could do a ballkicking competition.

"I told you that Frank and I wanted to practice our kicks", Jimmy said. "Well, I got some of the junior players from our club to lend me their nuts for a training."

"Oh", I said. "How did you get them to do it? I suppose they didn't come and offer them up, did they?"

He laughed. "No, of course not. But I'm the team captain after all, so I told them I could give them some valuable advice for their careers, promotional things, who to choose as agents and representatives, which advertising contracts to accept and which to avoid, you know, stuff like that. They are all 18 or 19 years old and they know all about soccer - but nobody teaches you those other things. And as a soccer player you have to feather your nest while you're still in business... They were quite thrilled by the idea. So we had a deal. Great, huh?"

"Yeah", I said.

"So we met last week for training. First I gave them a basic tutorial, then they let me kick their balls. I was quite successful at both tasks", Jimmy chuckled.

"Great. How many guys did you get for the training?" I asked, fascinated by Jimmy's power of persuasion.

"Hmm, there were around five or six guys. Enough balls to kick around. And I got better and better..."

"Sounds great", I grinned. "I suppose you don't have a video?"

"I fact, I do", Jimmy said. "I'll send it to you. It isn't long but there is some good stuff on the tape..."

"Fantastic", I replied. "I can't wait to see it!"

"And by the way, Frank told me that he was filming his training session, too. So perhaps I can get you his video, too. And I'll get a peek at his technique..."

So we agreed that Jimmy would send me his video and he'd ask Frank for his tape, too.

I'll tell you about both of the training sessions as soon as I get the material...

Another phone call from Europe

Previous parts:
Phone call from Europe

Jimmy, the twin’s brother and a professional soccer player in England, has called again. He said that he would definitely come here in January. But that was not the reason for his call.

“Last time we talked, you told me you were German”, he said. “You know, we have a German member on our team. His name is Frank. I told him about your website project and he seemed to be very interested. I thought I could bring him with me when we do the filming. Perhaps he could crush some nuts, too?”

“Of course, the more the merrier”, I said. Two soccer players and a room full of balls. That sounded fun.

“He is 26, good-looking, and he has quite a kick on him. He punted my package by accident in training a few times, nearly made me puke – I think he’ll be perfect for the job.”

“Fantastic!” Then I had an idea: “What about this: We will set it up as a competition. You and Frank get to kick everyone’s nuts. Then we let the guys decide who throws the strongest kicks. One of you is declared the winner, the other is the loser. That way the two of you will really go for it.”

He was thrilled. “Yeah, that’s what we’re gonna do. This is gonna be fun!”

“And then”, I continued, “we let all the guys strip the loser down and, well, let off their steam...”

He wasn’t too thrilled about that. “You mean – Frank and I get to kick all the guys as hard as we can. And then they can get their revenge on the one who didn’t kick the hardest?”

“It’s all about motivation”, I said.

He thought about it, then he laughed. “Okay, giving it a try won’t hurt.”

“It will, at least for one of you”, I quipped.

He stopped laughing for a moment, then he chuckled: “Okay, I better go and practice my kicks. I can’ let that sucker Frank win...”

Phone call from Europe

Two day after the twin’s casting, I watched their video again and I couldn’t believe those two guys couldn’t find work in a circus. With their abilities and the obvious enjoyment Will showed busting his brother’s balls they should bring the house down anywhere…

When the phone rang I was just watching the part where Michael twisted his brother’s nuts. I interrupted the video and picked up the phone.

“Hi, Alex? It’s Jimmy. Will gave me your number. I’m his and Michael’s brother. I think they told you about me,” a cheerful voice said. “I’m in Europe at the moment, in England, but I’m coming home next month for a few days, visiting some friends.”

“Oh”, I said, “great.” I hadn’t expected him to call that fast, to be honest, I hadn’t expected him to call at all…

“Yeah, Will told me you are looking for, well, people who can handle balls?” he asked.

“Yes”, I said.

“Well, I’m a soccer player. I kick balls around all the time. Sounds like it’s a job for me!”

“Normally we cast people who not only kick balls, but can take a few kicks as well.”

“Ugh, I don’t know, I had my share of kicks in our League. Look them up on Youtube. I think I have taken a dozen kicks this season – not to mention the action in the locker rooms…”

I didn’t want him to have second thoughts, so I said: “We could do something else, like, you kicking all the other guys. Then your nuts wouldn’t suffer.”

"So I get to kick my brothers, too?” he asked.

“Well, of course, if you’d like to…” I offered.

He was thrilled. “Excellent! I’ve wanted to get my foot in there pathetic little balls for a long time…”

Apparently he hadn’t seen his brothers naked for a long time. “Pathetic” and “little” weren’t the adjectives I had in mind when thinking of their enormous equipment.

“Where do you come from?” he asked.

I was confused for a moment. Perhaps my accent was broader than I thought. “Originally I come from Germany. So I’m quite familiar with soccer”, I answered.

“Oh, great. I’m going to Hamburg on Friday. So – I guess I’ll give you a call when I’m coming home so we can set up a date for me to kick some twin nuts.” He chuckled. “Oh – should I bring my soccer gear? You know, jersey, cleats, shoes, that sort of thing?”

“Absolutely, good idea. Perhaps you could bring a few spare jerseys as well so that we can give them to the other boys.”

“Good, I’ll see what I can do. Should I bring shorts, too?” he asked.

“No, we won’t need those…”

“Oh, right”, he laughed. “Will told me about the audition… But I’ll wear shorts?”

“We’ll see”, I said.

He laughed again. “I think it would be better if I didn’t show my junk to my brothers. They’d be jealous”, he chuckled.

I doubted that.

“By the way”, Jimmy said, “Will told me that Michael was lying on the couch with a pack of ice the whole day yesterday. I suppose they left a good impression?”

“The best!” I honestly said.

“Nice. It’s good to know that the whole gymnastics thing was useful for something. We’ll keep in touch. Bye.”

Casting the twins

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

When I arrived at his apartment for our fourth casting, I found Chad, my cameraman, in the kitchen, making coffee.

“They are already here”, he said. “They wanted to ‘limber up’…”

“What?” I didn’t understand.

“They are warming up. In the studio”, Chad said impatiently and nodded to the spare room that we used for the castings. ‘Studio’ wasn’t quite the right word for it. There was a couch, a chair, a fridge, some bookshelves, and the camera in the ‘studio’. We were planning to get a real studio – or at least something more appropriate – when we had finished casting our first batch of models. I looked into the room. There they were, Michael and Will, identical twins.

I had gotten their photo and a very short application note a few days earlier. Michael and Will look exactly the same, as identical twins do… They are 22 years old and look as if they came from Sweden: blond hair, blue eyes, 6’2” tall – stunningly beautiful. They didn’t send me any nude pictures, the note said that they didn’t have the money to make copies. Okay. I was quite doubtful, especially because I knew virtually nothing about them – except that they were really nice to look at. So I decided to give them a chance…

So now they were ‘limbering up’ in the ‘studio’. When I looked at them I understood. One of them was doing the splits on the floor, the other was stretching his muscles. The latter one straightened, when he saw me, and extended his hand.

“Hi, I’m Will”, he said, “this is my brother Michael.”