A kinky story written by Alex Nehling
“Who’s ready to trash some balls?” Kev yelled.
The 20 year old jock pulled down the waistband of his grey sweat pants, exposing his big, limp dick and his low-hanging pair of plums. He grabbed his junk and wiggled it, grinning cheekily.
The rest of the guys cheered and clapped.
Ben, Kev’s handsome, black-haired buddy, followed Kev’s example and pulled his dick and balls through the leg opening of his blue boxer briefs, letting them hang out in the open. “Balls of steel!” he shouted, making the others roar with laughter as he shook his hips, making his equipment flop around wildly.
Black swimmer Cal’s speedos were bulging with his extraordinarily big dick and his fat pair of meatballs. The white fabric left nothing to the imagination and you could even see every little detail of the 22 year old’s impressive genitalia.
Next to him, 21 year old Brandon was jumping up and down wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweat pants. Apparently the handsome Asian-American was freeballing, and his cock and balls were bouncing against the soft fabric of the fabric.
The four guys had gotten together in our studio to have some fun. Apparently there had been a wild party the day before, and someone had come up with a silly bet: One week without sex.
“No fucking, no sucking, no jerking off, no cumming at all, that’s the deal”, Kev had told me. “Those who don’t make it through the week are going to pay for our spring break tour next year.”
A dozen guys had taken the vow. Twelve guys in their early twenties, with nothing but sex on their minds, surrounded by sexy and fun-loving girls and guys all day. It was a serious challenge. Kev had explained that a couple of thousand dollars were on the line.
Each of the guys had tried to come up with a way to stay celibate: Some were hoping they’d be able to restrain themselves by concentrating on their studies, some had put on chastity devices to stop their dicks from getting hard. Kev and his friends had come up with a sure-fire plan: They were going to bust each others’ balls so hard that their stuff would be sore and bruised for the entire week, thereby preventing anything sexual from happening.
It sounded like a very sophisticated, expediant plan, and of course I was very happy to let them use our studio to put it into action.
Kev pulled his sweat pants back up and spread his legs. “Okay, let’s go”, he grinned. “Who wants to take a shot at my nuts?” He looked down at the big, inviting bulge between his legs.
Ben stepped up. “Kiss your sex life goodbye, buddy!”
“Oh yeah”, Kev grinned. “Kick me as hard as you can.”
Ben brought his leg back and sent it crashing into Kev’s groin, flattening the bulge in his sweat pants and making Kev double over and grimace in pain. “Okay, that was a good one”, Kev said in a strained voice, his hands on his knees. He coughed and shook his head. “Holy fuck, that was a good one.” He rubbed his nuts and straightened, his face contorted in pain. “But I’m sure you can do better.” He spread his legs again and looked at Ben, smiling weakly.
“I’ll try”, Ben chuckled.
He brought his foot up between Kev’s thighs, ramming his precious jewels into his body and making Kev let out an anguished yelp as he clutched his damaged goods.
“Better?” Ben asked cheerfully.
“Yup”, Kev managed to blurt out, his eyes clenched shut.
Brandon and Cal were laughing their asses off.
“Do it again”, Kev whispered, “go as hard as you can. You really have to trash those suckers.”
“Sure”, Ben grinned. He took a couple of steps back.
Kev looked at him, bracing himself for the impact.
With a running start, Ben kicked Kev’s balls with all the force he could muster. Poor Kev was lifted off his feet as Ben’s foot embedded itself in the soft mound between Kev’s legs.
Kev let out an agonized wail before collapsing on the ground, curling up in a ball, clutching his crotch and kicking his legs wildly.
“Hard enough?” Ben dead-panned, causing Cal and Brandon to burst out laughing.
Kev’s screaming seemed to be enough of an answer for Ben. He turned to Cal and Brandon and smiled, “Who’s next?”
Cal and Brandon looked at each other.
“You?” Cal asked.
Brandon looked at Cal’s bulging speedos and grinned. “Your balls are way bigger than mine. I think we gotta start with you, get the bulk of the work done, and then we can concentrate on the little things.” He pointed at his own groin with a cheeky grin.
Cal gulped. “Okay.”
“What do you want us to do?” Brandon asked, rubbing his hands.
Cal raised his eyebrows. “Crush my nuts.”
Brandon chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Duh. I mean, do you have any preferences concerning the method?”
Cal had a blank expression on his face.
“Kicking or punching or squeezing?” Brandon suggested.
Cal shrugged. “Whatever gets the job done.” He adjusted his fat package. “Make sure to really crunch my nuts.”
Brandon cracked his knuckles. “Alright, let’s go.” He knelt down and grabbed Cal’s junk, holding his fat, bulging balls in place with one hand while balling the other hand to a fist.
“Here we go”, Brandon mumbled and punched the bulging contents of Cal’s speedos with a resounding SPLAT.
Cal howled in pain, throwing his head back.
Brandon threw another vicious uppercut at Cal’s balls, flattening the two big orbs into his body.
Cal’s eyes bulged and he let out an ear-piercing scream.
Brandon smiled and continued punching poor Cal’s defenseless nuts, hitting them again and again in rapid succession. Cal was screaming from the top of his lungs, his hands reflexively trying to pry Brandon’s fingers away from his valuables. His knees were trembling and little beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
“Fuck!” Cal screamed as Brandon pounded away at his balls.
Finally, Brandon let go and Cal sank to his knees, clutching his crotch and wailing in agony.
“Good work”, Ben chuckled.
“Do me next”, Brandon said, spreading his legs. “Kick my balls into next week.”
Ben gladly obliged and threw a devastating kick between Brandon’s thighs.
Brandon’s mouth opened and his eyes turned inward.
Ben grinned and followed up with another kick that made Brandon scream like a little girl.
The cute Asian guy doubled over, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. “Good”, Brandon croaked. “More.”
Ben knew what he had to do. He walked around Brandon and stood behind him. Without any further ado, he kicked Brandon’s balls from behind as hard as he could. His instep collided with Brandon’s meaty low-hangers, slamming them into his pelvis and eliciting an almost comically high-pitched wail from his mouth.
After another hard, nut-crunching kick, Brandon collapsed on the ground, whimpering, “Great, thanks!”
Ben looked around. His three buddies were lying on the ground, nursing their wounds.
“Hey”, Ben said. “Wait a minute. What about me?! You know I can’t control myself! My balls need a good pounding, too!”
Kev looked up, his face contorted in pain. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Ben raised his eyebrows.
Five minutes later, Kev was still lying on the ground, cupping his crotch.
Ben sighed. “I’ve got to do everything on my own”, he mumbled and reached inside his boxer briefs, pulling out his bare balls. He formed an O with his thumb and forefinger and pushed his balls until they were bulging obscenely against his scrotum. Ben looked down at them and shrugged. “Sorry, guys. Believe me, this is for the best.”
With a low grunt, he started punching his own balls, hitting his precious organs as hard as he could, digging his knuckles into the soft flesh and pounding his babymakers with all the force he could muster.
It was a bizarre sight. Ben’s face was a mask of pain, he was gritting his teeth and holding his breath as he pummeled his vulnerable gonads.
After more than a dozen hits, Ben let out an anguished yell and joined his buddies on the ground, squirming and clutching his battered balls.
I decided that this was the perfect time for a coffee break. When I came back, the four guys were back on their feet.
They had stripped naked and were comparing their balls.
“How long do you think those will last?” Brandon pointed at a couple of bruises on his nutsack.
“Definitely not a week”, Kev said.
Ben scoffed. “Not even a day.”
The four guys sighed in unison.
“We’ll have to go for round two”, Kev said. “We have to make sure that our junk is out of commission for at least a week.”
His buddies nodded solemnly.
“I’ve brought a couple of things that we can use”, he said and pointed at a cardboard box that was sitting on the floor. He reached inside and produced a pair of simple slip joint pliers.
“Ouch”, Brandon chuckled.
“That’ll do the trick”, Cal said slowly.
“Okay, this time I go first!” Ben shoved Brandon and Cal out of the way. He shot his buddies a reproachful look. “I really don’t want to do this on my own again.”
Kev clicked the pliers a couple of times with a cheeky grin on his face. “Alright, buddy, give me your nuts.”
Ben bit his lower lip and took a step forward.
Kev squatted down and grabbed Ben’s nutsack. “I guess we’ll to do this one at a time, okay?”
Ben looked down at him, shrugging his shoulders. “Sure.”
Kev nodded and opened the pliers. Ben’s big left nut barely fit, but Kev managed to squeeze it in between the jaws.
“Brace yourself”, Kev announced with a grin before pressing the pliers shut.
Ben let out a girlish squeal as the hard metal jaws dug into the soft flesh of his tender left testicle.
“Seems to work great”, Brandon shouted.
“Yeah”, Kev replied, squeezing Ben’s nut as hard as he could while yanking up and down, making Ben dance around wildly and making him look like the star in a modern ballet performance.
Finally, Kev let go and allowed Ben to curl up on the floor, squealing like a pig.
“Who’s next?” Kev asked cheerfully.
“Righty or lefty?” Kev asked.
Brandon shrugged. “Just pick one.”
Kev looked at Brandon’s well-filled scrotum. “Eeny meeny miny moe, crush a nut or let it go, set the sperm count really low, eeny meeny miny moe.”
Cal and Brandon broke out laughing.
Kev’s finger was pointing at Brandon’s fat right nut.
“It’s righty”, Kev said in an exaggeratedly jubilant tone.
“Yay!” Brandon chuckled.
“Say goodbye, righty”, Kev grinned and positioned the pliers.
“Goodbye, righty”, Brandon chuckled, waving down at his crotch.
Kev looked up at Brandon and winked at him while closing the pliers on his hapless testicle.
Brandon screamed from the top of his lungs while his right babymaker was flattened like a dough ball by the unrelenting jaws of the pliers.
Cal watched his best friend, cringing in sympathy and gingerly cupping his crotch, gently fondling his own massive equipment.
Kev made sure to twist the pliers and pull down hard, causing Brandon’s voice to rise in pitch and volume as his poor right ball was viciously abused.
Kev twisted the pliers 180 degrees, instantly causing Brandon to stop screaming. His eyes crossed and his cheeks puffed. There was a retching noise and Kev quickly let go of Brandon’s balls and pushed him away to avoid getting vomited upon.
Luckily, Brandon didn’t throw up. He collapsed on the ground, clutching his battered balls, coughing and moaning in pain.
Kev looked at Cal.
Cal cleared his throat. “Umm, you don’t happen to have something else in that box, huh?”
Kev chuckled and waved the pliers at Cal. “What, you don’t like these?”
Cal grinned weakly and pointed at Brandon and Ben who were squirming on the floor, moaning in pain. “Well, I don’t like what they do…”
Kev shrugged and put the pliers back in the box. He rummaged around a bit. “Ahhh!” he said with a triumphant smile, producing a shiny steel knuckle duster.
“Do you think this’ll work?” Kev grinned, slipping the fingers of his right hand into it and looking at it as if he was trying on a wedding ring.
“I’m sure it will”, Cal sighed and spread his legs. His huge, limp dick was dangling in front of his massive, low-hanging balls.
“Get your monster out of the way”, Kev smiled.
Cal bit his lower lip and grabbed his big, fat cock, holding it flat against his abs. His big, juicy balls were swinging invitingly between his thighs.
Kev chuckled and brought back his arm. Then, with astonishing force and admirable precision, he punched Cal’s nuts as hard as he could.
His fist connected with a loud smack, causing Cal’s balls to bounce back between his thighs, slapping against his ass before swinging forward again where they were met with another hard punch.
Cal let out a blood-curdling scream as Kev continued pummeling his fat nuggets.
Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap.
Like a seasoned ball-punching professional, Kev treated Cal’s beautiful black balls with enthusiastic energy, punching his nuts and watching them ricochet to meet the next punch.
After more than a dozen punches, Cal wasn’t able to stand straight anymore. He let out an agonized roar and let go of his cock.
The fat tool swung down like a felled tree, stopping mid-way on its way down.
Kev’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He stared at Cal’s dick that was pointing right at him, the fat tip just inches from his nose.
“Oh my God”, he whispered. “The monster has awakened.”
Cal looked down at his crotch, his face contorted in pain. “Oh no”, he groaned.
Cal’s dick was hard as a rock and throbbing. The tip was glistening with precum. Judging from the wild, uncontrolled twitching, it was about to go off in a manner of seconds.
“Oh no!” Cal screamed, raising his hands to his head. “I feel it! It’s rising! Do something!”
Kev acted fast. He took off the brass knuckles and grabbed Cal’s shaft with his right hand. A the same time, he wrapped the fingers of his left hand around the base of Cal’s nutsack. Then, he twisted his hands sharply.
Cal’s eyes crossed and he let out a throaty grunt as his cock was painfully bent in the middle and his scrotum was yanked to the other side.
Kev pulled in opposite directions, twisting and squeezing Cal’s dick and balls until, finally, the imminent danger was over.
Cal’s dick had shrunken to its still impressive limp size while his balls had swollen almost to the size of grapefruits.
“Phew, that was close”, Kev sighed and let go.
He looked up at Cal who was frozen in place. There was a funny expression on his face, mixing the calm relief after an averted catastrophe with the frustration of a stolen orgasm.
Kev put on the brass knuckles again. “Now let’s make sure this doesn’t happen again”, he mumbled and crunched Cal’s nuts as hard as he could. The hard steel connected with the soft meat of Cal’s bruised balls, instantly bringing him back to life and making him scream from the top of his lungs.
Cal collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain and wailing in agony.
“You’re welcome”, Kev grinned. He looked down at his own genitals and grimaced. “Now what should I do with you”, he mumbled and looked at the brass knuckles. He shuddered and threw them back in the box.
Then his eyes fell onto another object.
“Perfect”, he smiled, pulling a wooden rolling pin out of the cardboard box.
He weighed it in his hand, scanning the room until he spotted the couch table that was just at the right height.
The handsome jock chuckled and knelt in front of the table, neatly placing his dick and balls on the top.
“Alright”, he said in a low voice, gritting his teeth. “Alright, let’s go.”
He held the rolling pin over his junk and inhaled deeply. “Alright”, he said again. “Let’s go.” He was grabbing onto the handles, biting his lower lip and holding his breath.
Suddenly, he exhaled and sighed. “Damn, I can’t do it”, he mumbled. He looked at his buddies, but Cal, Ben and Brandon were in no condition to assist him in crunching his nuts.
“Want me to help you?” I asked.
Kev looked at me. His face brightened. “Would you?”
“Of course”, I smiled.
“Really, I don’t want to bother you, I mean, we’re already using your place and all”, Kev said.
“It’s no bother at all”, I said with a smile. “Believe me, I’m happy to help.”
“That’s awesome, thank you!” Kev looked nothing short of jubilant.
“Okay, what do you want me to do?” I asked, stepping up to the table where Kev was kneeling.
He handed me the rolling pin and pointed at his fat, limp dick and the big, juicy pair of testicles that were resting on the tabletop.
“Crush them flat”, Kev said.
I nodded and put the rolling pin on Kev’s junk. I started pushing down, making Kev’s dick and balls bulge as they tried to escape their fate.
Kev inhaled sharply.
I smiled at him and slowly pulled the rolling pin towards me. Kev’s genitals flattened and spread on the table, as Kev let out an anguished groan.
I rolled the pin back towards Kev, crushing his fat balls underneath. It was harder than I thought and I had to really press down hard as I flattened the bumpy contents of Kev’s nutsack.
Kev gritted his teeth. “Harder”, he grunted.
I nodded and pressed down with my body weight, rolling back and forth, crunching Kev’s dick and balls flat.
Kev started wailing and screaming, which I took as affirmation that it worked.
I rolled back and forth, pressing down hard, crunching both of his hefty plums and his big dick under the rolling pin like three big, stubborn pieces of dough.
Kev’s face was contorted in pain and he threw his head back, squealing in agony.
“This reminds me of my childhood”, I said cheerfully. ““I used to help my mom in the kitchen back in Germany.” I chuckled as I rolled the pin back and forth, flattening Kev’s rapidly swelling balls like pancakes. “You know what she did with the cookie dough to make it nice and fluffy?”
“What?” Kev blurted out, grimacing in pain.
I lifted the rolling pin, holding one of its handles, and slammed it down on Kev’s nuts, hitting both of his juicy plums dead-on.
“Fuuuck!” Kev screamed from the top of his lungs.
I slammed down again and again, crunching Kev’s nuts as hard as I could. After all, Kev wanted his sex life on hold for a full week.
Judging from the sounds that Kev was making, I was doing a very good job. I slammed the heavy wooden rolling pin down on his junk with all the force I could muster, brutally squashing the two tender orbs and his big, limp dick.
Finally, Kev’s eyes rolled back into his head and he sank to the ground, clutching his gonads and wailing in pain.
A little bit later, the four naked buddies were sitting on the couch, catching their breath.
“Alex, you really did an awesome job on Kev’s nuts”, Ben said, looking at Kev’s bruised and swollen nutsack with an appreciative nod.
“Yeah, and you worked over my cock, too”, Kev said, carefully grabbing his dick by the tip and taking a look at the bruises along the shaft. “Thanks, man. I’m sure my tools will be out of order for the week…”
“Mine, too”, Cal chimed in, presenting his battered balls. “I’m definitely safe.”
Brandon nodded and pointed at his grotesquely swollen right ball. “Righty is out for the next couple of days. And I doubt that lefty is in the mood to step in…”
The boys laughed.
Ben tentatively patted his bloated ballsack, wincing at the touch. “Yup. It’s done. We’re gonna win this bet!”
The four guys cheered and clapped their hands.
They put on their clothes and left the studio, each of them with a limping and walking bow-legged and grimacing in pain, but with smiles on their faces.