Art by Champ: Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (restored)

Back in 2014, my friend Champ helped me out of a months long period of writer's block by creating an awesome piece of art and inspiring me to write a story about it. I have been writing practically non-stop since then, and I can't thank Champ enough!

When he asked me to take the artwork down during a hiatus from drawing I replaced it with a title card of a undisputably lesser quality - but now the original artwork is restored.

Here it is in all it's shining glory:

And here is the story that was inspired by it:

Hotdogs - Zach's ballbash barbecue (1)
Hotdogs - Zach's ballbash barbecue (2)
Hotdogs - Zach's ballbash barbecue (3)
Hotdogs - Zach's ballbash barbecue (4)
Hotdogs - Zach's ballbash barbecue (5)

I'll be reposting more posts inspired by Champ's art in the upcoming weeks.

In the meantime: Make sure to check out Champ's awesome tumblr!

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (5)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

Zach stared at Ben. “Nut fight?”

“Nut fight!” Ben yelled again and tackled Zach into the grass.

Zach let out a grunt that left no doubt he was as annoyed as he was surprised by Ben’s sudden attack.

The two half-naked studs wrestled on the ground, rolling back and forth, each of them trying to get the upper hand.

Ben tried to grab Zach’s tightly filled jockstrap while Zach was desperately trying to crawl away.

There was a shrill shriek that made the birds fly up from the trees as Ben found what he was looking for. He closed his hand as far as he could around Zach’s ample fruit basket and squished Zach’s plums as if he wanted to turn them into prune jam.

Zach squirmed and struggled, screaming and shouting. His legs kicked violently and with one lucky kick he caught Ben’s nuts dead-on, knocking the wind out of his buddy’s lungs.

“Oh, that was a good one”, Ben whispered in a hoarse, strained voice. “Right in the double-yolker…”

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (4)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

Ben, Zach and Kev sat down next to where the pieces of the collapsed table and all the stuff that had been placed on it were scattered on the floor.

“Damn”, Kev chuckled. “Looks like a bomb went off!”

Zach frowned at him. “My frat brothers won’t be happy about that…”

 “And wait until you have to explain to them why there’s cum floating in the pool…” Kev smiled and waved in Cal’s direction who was nursing his severely injured balls. They were bruised and badly swollen. Even though Ben had thoroughly drained them with his patented double-fist nut crunch, they looked bigger than ever before. Ben had coaxed what looked like a gallon of spunk out of Cal’s massive babymakers most of which was swimming in slimy little puddles on the water surface.

Ben burst out laughing.

Zach shot Kev an angry look. “Shut up!”

Kev grinned. “And look over there.” He pointed at a little puddle of Cal’s jizz on the tile floor of the patio. “I heard it’s really hard to get those messy stains off the tiles…”

Zach ignored him.

“Wait, I have an idea!” Kev chuckled. “Why don’t we get out your big fire hose and paint the floor with your seed?”

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (3)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

Cal, Kev, Zach and Ben were sitting around the table, chomping on meaty hotdogs, chicken drumsticks and burgers. Even though the delicious taste in their mouths couldn’t whitewash the churning pain in their meaty balls, they were happy for a brief timeout from all the ballbreaking mayhem they had endured.

When Zach reached for the last hotdog, the precious break for the stud’s bulging basket was over, however.

Sitting opposite from him, Kev had an eye on the hotdog, too. And he was in a perfect position to stop Zach from taking it. With a swift motion, he brought his foot up and sent it crashing between Zach’s thighs.

Zach’s nuts were held snugly by his tight shorts, and they had nowhere to go when the tip of Kev’s foot crashed into them, catching both of them dead-on and driving the air from Zach’s lungs.

“You could have asked, you know”, Kev said with a good-natured smile before kicking Zach’s nuts again under the table as hard as he could.

Zach let out a miserable yelp as the pain exploded from his oversized testicles. One hand clutching the much sought-after hotdog, the other one slowly reaching for the thick, plump meatballs between his legs, Zach groaned in pain but refused to let go of the hotdog.

Kev raised his eyebrow. “Come on, we could share it, you know?”

“After you kicked me in the nads?!” Zach grunted. “Fuck you!”

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (2)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

It took Kev and Zach a couple of minutes until they were sitting at the table, occasionally rubbing their sore equipment that was barely covered by their skimpy clothing.

Ben stood in front of the grill. Grimacing in pain, he grabbed the tong and picked up the thick piece of meat that resembled Zach’s heavy dick.

“Okay, it’s ready. Who---“

“Me!” Both Zach and Cal raised their arms.

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Want me to cut it in half?”

Both Zach and Cal looked at the obscene hotdog and winced, comically covering their crotches. They shook their head simultaneously.

Kev rolled his eyes. “Okay, guys, let’s solve this the manly way. The one with the biggest cock gets the biggest hotdog.” He grinned. “Whip ‘em out, guys. Dicks on the table.”

Zach chuckled. “No prob.” He weighed his heavy package in his hand and smirked at Cal. “I’m game.”

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (1)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

“Hey Zach, this hotdog is almost as big as your cock!” Ben shouted, laughing.

The 20 year old jock was standing at the barbecue grill, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy black speedos that were barely able to contain his ample manhood. The flimsy fabric was bulging, leaving nothing to the imagination, showing the outline of Ben’s juicy cock and his big nuts.

Ben’s muscular body was glistening with sweat. It was a hot summer day, and the fact that Ben had volunteered to operate the grill and was standing near the fire made his sweat pores work in overdrive.

In the pool, muscular swimmer Cal was floating on a pool ring, his eyes closed, enjoying the sun.

“Huh?” Zach grunted. The blond frat guy wasn’t paying attention. He was wearing a tight-fitting grey t-shirt and a pair of blue baseball shorts that looked like they were a little bit too small to hold his oversized genitalia. He had a huge dick and a hefty pair of balls to match. His short blond hair disappeared under a blue baseball cap.

He was playing catch with Kev, each of them having their left hand inside a baseball glove, throwing a baseball back and forth. Zach’s heavy wooden baseball bat was lying in the grass near the pool. Someone from Zach’s frat had written “Zach has an even bigger one” near the Rawling’s “Big Stick” logo.

Just like Zach, Kev was wearing a ridiculously tight-fitting pair of old school baseball shorts that looked like they were about to burst at the seams. At the back, his muscular butt was pressing against the green fabric, at the front, his big package was pushing forward. Kev had thrown his t-shirt onto the ground and was playing shirtless, displaying his muscular, tan chest.

“I said, this hotdog is almost as big as your dick”, Ben repeated.