Friday, April 29, 2016

Foreign Exchange - Part 5 - Liam Interrupted

Liam had been walking around on eggshells in the Anderson household.  Though he was glad to have things progressing with Julie, every chance she got she was grabbing at his crotch and teasing his dick.  More times than not, he had a full fledged erection raging in his pants, which only made his groin a more inviting target for her brother Paul. 

With the younger boy’s plans to de-nut the Irish stud having failed, he’d become even more aggressive when it came to punishing Liam’s balls whenever he could.  Liam quickly discovered he had a bad habit of leaving his legs spread and himself open to attack.  Whether at home, or school, Paul was unscrupulous and managed to kick or punch him in the nuts.

Just earlier that day, Liam had suffered a particularly nasty blow while changing in the boys locker room. The first bell had already wrung and the room was almost deserted.  He’d checked around to make sure was all clear and then unbuckled his belt.  He’d have to hurry if he wasn’t going to make it to gym class.  He pulled down his pants and shoved them in the locker. 

Paul eyed the tall Irish boy changing and stared at the two egg-shaped bulges in his boxer-briefs.  His pale, lanky frame was covered in light wisps of red hair and his abdomen rippled with muscles.

Paul licked his lips and waited for his opening - just a moment - and then made his move.

Liam only had one leg through the shorts and was bent over when Paul’s sneaker-clad shoe snapped between the stud’s thighs and slammed his balls hard against the Irish stud’s body.

Liam’s mouth opened wide and fell to the tiled floor.  “Fuck…” he groaned, cupping his balls.

Paul laughed the downed ginger-hunk and kicked Liam’s hands into his crotch.

“No, Stop it!” Liam gasped. “If you keep this up, you’re going to de-nut me one of these days!”

“Stop seeing my sister, and then maybe I will!” Paul sneered, “but until then…”

Paul dug his heal onto Liam’s nuts and leaned forward, flattening the plump orbs like pancakes between his shoe and the hard floor.

Liam wailed and his body buckled before crumpling upon the floor.

Paul grinned with satisfaction, leaving Liam there where he stayed there through the entire period and half the next until he was finally able to limp out of the locker room.


Liam’s balls were sore for the remainder of his day - though both his pride and his manhood were bruised - but intact. 

He was still wincing when he sat down to dinner back at the Anderson home.  Next to him was Julie, the beautiful brunette he’d been enamored with since he’d come to America.  She had a slight build, which was accentuated by her round ass, big soft breasts, and beautiful eyes. Liam let out a slight sigh as he stared at her bright, smiling face before turning to see her younger brother Paul scowling back at him from across the table.

Dinner was simple, but delicious. Liam quickly devoured the baked chicken and vegetables and were replaced by seconds.

“You’ve got quite the appetite today.” Julie smiled while underneath the table she rubbed the top of Liam’s thigh.

Liam stopped cutting in to his chicken and look up at her.  “Yeah, I a… I guess so.”

He scanned her face to try to determine what she was up to, but she simply smiled back as her hand drifted down into his lap and she grabbed his groin.

Mrs. Anderson didn’t seem to notice and asked Paul how his day at school had been.

Liam didn’t hear the answer. His attention was focused entirely on Julie’s hand as she rubbed and massaged the growing bulge in his pants.

Liam glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, but neither of them seemed to be aware of the turmoil their daughter was causing under the table.

Liam looked at Julie with pleading eyes, but she simply smiled and shook her head.  The red-headed ginger gulped and sat back as Julie gently traced the outline of his shaft with the nail of her index finger.

“Your mother told me you and Liam were going to catch a movie tonight, is that right?” Mr. Anderson asked Julie.

“Yes Dad,” Julie smiled politely, never letting go of Liam’s beefy dick under the table, “as long as it’s fine with you.”

“Yes, of course, of course,” Mr. Anderson shook his hand dismissively. “Do you need money for it?”

A quick pause passed before Julie squeezed the contents of Liam’s crotch to get his attention.  “He’s asking you,” she whispered.

“No… um, no sir.  Thank you, but we should be fine.” Liam stammered as Julie continued to have her way with him under the table.

Liam’s teenage hormones surged and his dick inflated quickly until its outline could be clearly seen against his inner thigh.  He let out a muffled cough, trying to reposition his junk, but Julie didn’t let up and she continued to tease him, rubbing the sensitive tip of his dick until it was as hard as a steel rod. 

Mr. Anderson shrugged.  “Ok, well, let me know if you change your mind.”

Liam nodded back at the senior Anderson as his daughter’s fingers danced along his erection.  He gripped the edge of the table and stared straight ahead as Julie tugged and groped at his manhood, a faint smile curled the edges of his mouth.  Despite being wracked with fear that they’d be discovered, her persistent dick massage felt good…really good.  Another 30 seconds or even less, and he was going to cum right there in the dining room, in front of the entire family.

Liam’s breath became staggered as he felt the orgasm building up from inside his loins.  He looked up at Julie, who’s gaze was fixed on him, filled with anticipation and biting her lip as she continued to stroke him off under the table.

That was all Liam needed to push him over the edge.

Liam leaned back and welcomed the rush of euphoria that began to flood his brain.

Then… BAM!

Julie’s younger brother Paul had noticed what was happening between the Irish buck and his sister and instead of calling the two out in front of their parents, he’d bid his time, waiting just that moment to strike.  Liam had been to busy enjoying his secret hand job to notice the younger boy sinking down in his seat, or that Paul had rested his foot on the lip of Liam’s chair, precariously positioned right in front of his crotch.

He’d timed it just right, waiting for the exact moment when the red-headed stud’s hefty baby-makers were drawn up against the base of his cock just as he was about to shoot his load.  Then Paul drove his heel in to the valley between Liam’s legs and right into the gathered gonads, squashing Liam’s trapped testes against his pelvic bone.

Liam gasped out loud in pain and leaned forward as he cupped his crushed nutsac.

Paul snickered quietly and withdrew his foot.

“Liam, are you alright?” Mrs. Anderson asked in a grave voice.

Liam let out a moan.

“Yes, yes, he’s fine.” Julie replied.

“Maybe he’s sick.” Mrs. Anderson said, “ate something that didn’t agree with him?”

“Maybe he should go lie down?” Paul suggested innocently. “I can help him back to my bedroom.”

“That’s probably best.” Mr. Anderson nodded gravely. “Thanks, son.”

“Sure thing!” Paul smiled.  He got up and walked over to the prostate teen and rushed to his side, practically shoving Liam out of his chair.

Liam held his abdomen as Paul led him out of the dining room.  Despite what the Anderson’s may have thought, the ache that had settled in the pit of his stomach wasn’t from indigestion, but rather the recent trauma inflicted on his nuts.

As soon as they were out of eye sight Paul hit him square in the nuts - a feat that was made much easier since Liam’s rigid member had remained hard and was still trapped down one of the legs of his boxer-briefs against his thigh, leaving his gonads a soft and vulnerable target.

Liam cried out and nearly collapsed, but Paul managed to keep him on his feet.  “Fuck mate…” he whispered.

Paul glanced down at Liam’s crotch and grinned.  Just at the end of his outline dick bulge, a small round spot had soaked through his trousers.

“It looks like those sperm tanks of yours are ready to dump their load.” Paul whispered as he gently kneaded Liam’s balls through his pants.  “I wouldn’t want you to go out on a date with Julie all blocked up like this.”

“No, please…not again.” Liam whined.  “You’ve busted my balls already man.”

“Oh yes,” Paul smiled as he began to drag the tall Irish boy up the stairs by his nuts, squeezing them now and then until they made it up to the landing and into his bedroom.

Paul shut the door behind him and threw Liam backwards onto the bed.

“How could you get a hand job during dinner? What were you thinking, right there in front of my parents?”  Paul demanded in hushed tones as he knelt down to peal the poor stud’s pants off.

“It wasn’t my idea!” Liam groaned as he tried to resist.  “Your sister was the one who was doing it!”

The two boys struggled for a few moments before Paul drilled Liam’s crotch with a few punches to soften him up. A couple of direct hits to his balls was all it took to pound the fight right out of him.

Liam gently croaked as Paul pulled his khakis off, revealing his bright yellow underwear soaked in precum and made Liam’s cock look like a big, ripe banana. 

“Jesus buddy, after all that you’re still hard, huh?” Paul sighed. He almost sounded like he was in awe of the lanky teen.

“Yeah, I’m all fucked up, and it doesn’t help that you keep trying to break my bollocks!” Liam grunted as he cupped his sore nuts.

Paul laughed. “Sorry to say, it’s not over for you either!”  Then he reached out and pinched Liam’s nipples hard, causing the bigger boy to yelp.

Liam cried out in pain and reflexively grabbed his nipples, giving Paul the opportunity to yank down his underwear and release Liam’s meat and potatoes.

Liam’s junk swung in to view and Paul quickly seized his heavy plums with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other.

“There, that’s much better.” Paul smiled as he fondled Liam’s fat nuts between his fingers. “Time to get all that dirty sperm out of these things before your big date.”

The handsome red-head moaned gently as the younger teen slid his hand up and down his cock, alternating pleasure with pain by giving his bloated ballsac a tight squeeze every few seconds.

Even with having his manhood brutalized, it didn’t take long for Liam to get ready to blow a second time that evening.

Sensing he was close, Paul focused on Liam’s nuts, crunching the poor stud’s orbs between his fingers.

Liam began wept, but he remained hard as a rock throughout the vicious ball-play, which only encouraged Paul to push further, driving his thumbs in to the dense orbs, crushing the nut-meat within.

Liam began to dry heave and his legs shuddered, but Paul kept at it, flattening the stud’s eggs like a vice until they began to dent inward.

“God…oh God…GOD!”  Liam was gulping for air, his heart felt like it was about to pound right out of his chest.  Just when he thought his nuts couldn’t take another ounce of pressure, Paul’s fingers found their way to the sensitive ball chords and crushed those between his fingers too.

Liam let out a shrill screech as his dick erupted in a fountain of cum.  Gobs upon gobs of white goo was forcefully pumped out of his cock as his balls gave up the contents of their vast reserves.

Without missing a beat, Paul went back to jerking Liam off while crushing his balls with the other hand, extending the orgasm for nearly twice as long as Liam’s prick continued to throw up more and more semen. 

“That’s right, get it all out. Don’t want you pumping any of this crud into my sister.” Paul grunted as he patted the Irish teen’s throbbing nuts.

Liam groaned with the exertion as his manhood was meticulously milked of his seed - and even when he appeared to be finished, Paul twisted Liam’s sac and squeezed his balls. 

Liam wailed, but the younger teen was rewarded by a few sad sputters of watery splooge.

When Paul was done, Liam lied back, his balls a shiny shade of beet red and wrung dry.

“I guess you’ll need to shower now before your date.” Paul smirked, testing the viscosity of Liam’s stud sauce between his fingers and gave Liam’s fat danglers a final squeeze.

Liam winced and cupped his swollen, empty balls.  He rolled to his side, covered in a thick film of his own spunk.

He didn’t move or say a word for a long time.

- Liam is based on Carl from Chaosmen -

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Poll Results:Which new character are you most excited to see get his balls busted?

The results are in, and there seems to be a pretty even spread of interest for the new characters.

(31%)  Liam

(28%)  Trey

(43%) Kiero

(18%) Someone else

I’m glad to see everyone’s getting a fair shake and look forward to having them all get busted! 

Please feel free to share how you’d like these (or any other character for that matter) to have their nuts crunched in future stories.  I’d love hearing your thoughts!

Currently I’m working on the last (or last few) stories centered around Liam.  I’ve taken your comments in to consideration and I think it’ll be something you enjoy.

Lastly, don’t forget to vote in the next poll!

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Foreign Exchange - Part 4 - Playthings

Liam woke up before sunrise feeling worse than he ever had in his life. His stomach was in knots and when he shifted in the bed, his head spun and he felt like throwing up. 

Liam let out an audible groan as he gingerly reached between his legs and touched the source of his problem.  Wincing in pain, he quickly discovered the source of his discomfort came from his swollen balls that appeared to be dragging down his sac like a pair of lead balloons.

Liam moaned as he carefully kneaded his distressed clackers, but nothing seemed to ease his discomfort.  If anything, he seemed to be making matters worse - with even the slightest touch sending new plumes of pain to radiate up into his body.

With no relief in sight, Liam decided to drag himself out of bed and managed to stagger to the bathroom.  His mind was too groggy and preoccupied from waking up to this ball-ache to bother putting on clothes.  Every movement seemed to send new waves of nausea that made Liam gag, but in the end, he made it.

Once in the bathroom, he turned on the light and stared at his reflection. He had a tall, lean frame - the body of a swimmer - and his pale, white skin was speckled with freckles and tufts of red body hair. Just above his crotch grew a thicket of tangled ginger pubic hair and below, a pale 6-inch flaccid cock draped over his bloated, red scrotum.  Liam lifted his dick up, out of the way and immediately saw there was something pinching his scrotum just above his balls.

Liam grunted and peered into the mirror intently as he inspected his manhood.  The rubber band was cinched around his sac appeared to be separating his balls from the rest of his body, trapping his boys all the way down to the base of their pouch.

It was a tight fit for Liam’s nads.  Their sheer mass and density were being used against them, stretching the skin of his ball bag against the sore orbs, Liam’s balls had never looked so red or bloated.

He sighed as he stood before the mirror and fondled his nutsac, trying desperately to ease the pain.  In fact, Liam was so preoccupied with his own problems that he failed to notice the approach of someone coming down the hallway.

“Why good morning! And what do we have here?”  Julie suddenly whispered in to Liam’s ear. 

Liam jumped in surprise as she snaked her hand between his open thighs and grasped the root of his nutsac.  One tiny squeeze was all that was needed to make his knees knock together.

“Oww, Julie, please…”  Liam moaned.

“What’s this?” Julie asked, ignoring Liam’s pleas. “You banded your nuts together so they’ll be easier for me to play with? How considerate!”

Liam’s head lolled around and nearly retched.  He managed to steady himself enough to shake his head no, but Julie was fascinated with her new-found playthings.

“I’ve never seen anyone tie up their nuts like this before…I wonder if they are any more sensitive,” she smiled as she gently tickled the base of Liam’s bulging balls and gave them a light smack.

“No, don’t!” Liam fell into the wall and nearly fainted. “Oh fuck…”

“Ooooh, they do seem a lot more sensitive!” Julie squealed with glee and slid her knee up between his bony legs and crushed his ripened man fruit.

Liam’s lips curled and his eyes narrowed until they crossed.  His mouth opened wide but nothing came out beside his silent scream.


His nuts bounced around noisily as Julie’s kneecap drilled into them with devastating affect.

“God, these are so much easier to hit now!” Julie laughed as she pummeled poor Liam’s clackers again and again.  Now she had to hold him up just so that she could keep up the assault. 

“Julie no…”  Liam gasped in to her hair just as she smashed his balls hard into his bony pelvis.  He was dead on his feet and slowly slipped out of her grasp until he landed on the tiled floor with a THUD. 

Liam winced and cried gently, cupping his painfully swollen sac.  “My balls…fuck…they hurt so much, I think you broke them…you broke my fucking balls,” he weeped.

Julie stared with lust at the hot Irish stud lying on her bathroom floor and cradling his manhood.  Bringing him down had been so easy, the simple thought of it sent a shiver down her spine and made her panties wet.

She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it.

Julie crouched down next to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder.  “Hush now, you’ll be fine Liam, I swear.”

Liam shook his head slowly, still holding himself.

“Yes it will. Promise.” She pressed, pushing the side of his head directly in to her pert breasts. “I’m sorry I hurt you so bad, but your nuts look so funny with that band around them. Why don’t we get some scissors and get you back to bed?”

Liam nodded, but turned his head so that he was directly facing her deep cleavage. 

Julie smiled.  She had him. 

She hugged him tighter, driving his head deeper into her breasts.  She was wearing only a t-shirt, so he could easily feel the softness of her bosom press against his face.  It moments his teenage dick sprung to life and he was hard in a second.

Liam tried to cover himself, but he was naked and there was no where to hide his boner.

Julie noticed it too, but instead of getting mad or freaking out, she simply slipped her fingers around his cock and stroked it gently. 

Liam gasped, his brain almost unable to process the pleasure he was experiencing.  “Julie… God, please don’t… don’t…”

“Don’t what?” she teased, slowing the movement of her hand to a crawl.

“Don’t stop…fuck…it’s amazing…”  Liam panted.  In just seconds, his dick had become as hard as a metal rod.

Julie gave him another few strokes.  “I won’t, so long as you come with me.”

Liam was pulled up on to his feet while Julie kept a grip on his manhood and continued to stroke his dick.  His balls were still killing him, but he wasn’t willing to risk anything that might stop her from playing with his prick.  He followed her as she led Liam back to her bedroom.  She asked him to close the door behind them and pulled him to the center of the room. 

Liam was breathing heavy and gently moaned as she worked the head of his cock methodically, her hands slick with his precum. 

“I bet if I keep doing this for much longer, you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”  Julie’s whispered and slowly nodded her head.

Liam nodded back dumbly.  “Ugh-huh.”

“Yeah, I bet you are.”  Julie repeated seductively. “You’re going to cum really hard too - but before you do, I’m sure you won’t mind if we make sure I get to too, right?”

“Oh, absolutely!”  Liam said enthusiastically.

“Good darlin’, that’s it.”  Julie smiled and pushed his long legs apart. 

Liam’s thoughts were lost in lust too much to realize what she meant. At the moment, he was lost staring at subtle shift of her breasts under her tight t-shirt.

Julie stood back and put her hands on her hip as she sized him up.  “Perfect.”

Liam glanced down to see what she was talking about.  His dick was rock hard, with all 6.5 inches of the Irish stud’s member was pointing straight at her, and below, two very sore, bloated balls were drawn up tightly against the band that separated them from the rest of his body.

When he looked back up he found Julie’s gaze just as the petite girl reared back and kicked him square in the groin, her instep collided with Liam’s hefty plums and drove them up against the base of his hard-on.

Liam bellowed in agony, cupping his busted spuds as he fell sideways on to the carpet.

At the same moment, Julie felt her extremities tingle and her body was flooded with a euphoric sensation.  The feeling was amazing and one she was intent on chasing. 

Julie leapt atop the downed ginger and wrested for control of his manhood.  The contest didn’t take long, and it ended quickly with Julie taking a hold of Liam’s left nut and giving it a hard squeeze.

Liam collapsed in pain.  “Why…” he gasped exhaustedly.  He was done putting up any sort of fight and was at her mercy.

Julie’s body hummed with warmth as stared at the naked boy on her bedroom floor, a tangle of long, lean limbs and his cock jutting out over a pair of fat balls.  Happy to discover Liam’s cock was still hard, she bent down and started sucking on his nob, making loud slurping noises as she did. 

Liam let out an audible moan, which told her she was on the right track, so she kept sucking his pole as she rolled his balls together in her hands.

He didn’t last long, with Julie working over his manhood from both ends before Liam shot his first load.  Liam’s hips bucked and his nuts contracted in Julie’s hands just before hand, and when he was ready, he shot his gooey load right against the back of her throat.

Julie took it all greedily as he pumped more and more of his stud sauce into her mouth, and even tried squeezing more out of his balls after he was done.

“Wow, you taste really, really good.”  Julie said, wiping the edge of her mouth.  “Here, you can see what I mean.”

Before Liam could say a word, Julie kissed him.  It was a hard, invasive kiss that flooded his mouth with a salty, alkaline taste - no doubt the flavor of the big load she’d drawn out of him. 

Liam pulled back reflexively, but Julie drew him back by pulling on his nuts and sunk her fingers into the plump flesh.  Liam groaned into Julie’s open mouth and Julie cackled as she continued making out with the trapped boy.

Liam cringed as his nuts were twisted around in Julie’s fingers.

“Oh my gosh, your dick is still so hard!”  Julie said as her grasp returned to his hard-on.  “I bet your ready to fire off a second round, aren’t you?”

“No, please…” Liam croaked. “My balls!”

Julie ignored his pleas, flipped him over, and began jerking off his cock hard enough to make his nutsac bounce back and forth. 

“Julie no, your hurting my-“ Liam’s protest was cut short when Julie sucked one of his nuggets in to her mouth.  “Owww… oh God…”

“Shush!”  she scolded him and went back to focusing on his nuts. 

Liam moaned and cringed as Julie licked, sucked and mashed his nuts against the side of her mouth, all the while she was pumping his prick.  For Liam, it seemed to go on forever.  His testicles throbbed and swelled so much, they seemed to have their own heartbeat.

Then, without a warning, SNAP!

The band hugging Liam’s scrotum broke and his bloated balls were suddenly allowed to migrate back up into his sac and ballooned up to the size of clementines.

Julie sunk her thumbs into the swollen orbs.

Liam’s eyes crossed and he shrieked like a gelded stallion.

At the same moment, Liam’s dick erupted a second time that morning, with long ropes of cum splashing on to his face, shoulders and chest. 

Julie’s body was tingling once again as she forcefully emptied the content of Liam’s nutsac.  His dick twitched with each fresh thrust of white cream which sent her closer and closer to the edge.  Before he even stopped, Julie began punching his sac like her own personal speed-bag.

Liam screamed as his delicate orbs were drilled again and again by Julie’s fists until they felt like they were going to pop.

In the hallway, the muffled sound of the Irish teen’s wails were suddenly drowned out by Julie’s screams of ecstasy.  It went on for nearly a minute and once it was over, quiet descended back over the second floor of the Anderson house once more.

- Liam is based on Carl from Chaosmen -