Thursday, October 20, 2016

Men of the House - Part VI

This is a wonderful Men of the House story submitted by Melvilleh.  It sticks with Corey and his friend Jake, and fits in perfectly with the series.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!


Corey’s Wrestling Gambit

“It looks fine. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Corey was leaning back in a bean bag chair drinking a Coke and pretending to look very bored.

“I think maybe coach gave me the wrong size. This feels a little tight.”

Corey’s best bud and next door neighbor Jake was stretching out on the workout mat in Corey’s basement rec room. He was trying to convince his friend to lift weights with him after school since he was going to try out for the wrestling team next week. He turned around and Corey nearly spit out his soda trying to keep from laughing. The sheer wrestling uniform looked like it had been handed down for several years worth of JV squads, and it clung to him like a second skin. To make matters more, umm, obvious, Jake apparently didn't realize that most guys wear a jock under their uniform to keep their equipment in place. The yellow spandex left nothing to the imagination, and Corey could see every inch of Jake’s teen manhood from all the way across the room. Jake was scanning his reflection in the mirror and pulled uncomfortably at the fabric around his crotch. He was a handsome young man with short black hair, clear skin, and bright brown eyes. He was definitely stud material like his older brother Alex, but right now he was feeling self-conscious.

Corey eventually stopped coughing on his soda and tried to keep a straight face. “Pretty sure it’s supposed to be tight. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Jake turned back to his friend, blushing shyly. “I’m just thinking that girls go to the matches, you know? It feels kind of revealing.”

Corey pretended to be surprised and squinted, taking in an eyeful of Jake’s bulging crotch. “I can’t really see much from over here. But maybe if you grow a bit by time the season starts…”

Jake scowled and laid down on the bench press. “Whatever, dude. Practice starts tomorrow, so you should get some reps in too.”

Corey popped a video game into the X-Box. “I changed my mind. I don’t feel like trying out. Wrestling is a pussy sport.”

Jake sat up quickly and stared at his friend incredulously. “What do you mean you don't feel like it? Wrestlers are better conditioned than any other sport. Even the lightest weight guy on the varsity team would wipe the floor with you.”

Corey’s eyes were glued to the game, like he was only half paying attention. “You couldn’t. And that uniform looks ridiculous. I didn't want to tell you before.”

“The fuck I couldn’t!” Jake stomped over and stood blocking the TV, feeling very offended. He was the star of the JV soccer team and had always been a more natural athlete than his friend. But Corey was the clever one and somehow always found a way to get him worked up or in trouble. Nevertheless, he preferred to have his best friend try out for the team with him.

“C’mon,” Jake wined, “My brother was on the team when he was in high school, I’ll show you some moves before the tryouts.”

“…” Corey was ignoring him and craning his neck to see his game.



Jake grabbed the controller out of Corey’s hands and tossed it away. He stared down at his friend, who had immediately begun pouting. “Alright, let’s make a deal. We wrestle, and if I pin you in a fair…uuuuugggghhhh!”

The rest of his macho challenge was cut off as Corey’s palm lashed out and smacked the bulge in his uniform. Quick as lightening, his bare foot followed, smushing Jake’s nads and lifting him slightly up off his feet. His eyes bulged and he made a small squeaking sound in the back of his throat. Then he tumbled forward and rolled onto his side, moaning and massaging his sore testicles through the sheer singlet.

“You bitch! I said a FAIR match!” He rolled around on the floor, kicking his feet and trying to find relief for his aching jewels. He should have known Corey well enough to stay on his guard.

“Ok,” Corey said, retrieving the controller and resuming his video game. “Go see if Dylan wants to be the ref.” Jake scowled at him and grunted his agreement.


Dylan had been in his room working on homework, and at first he had been bemused by the request to ref a wrestling match between his bro and his buddy. But he decided that he could use a break, and anyway he sucked at calculus. Corey’s friend from next door seemed to be taking the whole thing a little too seriously, though. He kept going on about different kinds of holds, and he was even wearing a singlet.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it. Corey and I used to watch wrestling on TV, no worries,” Dylan said.

Jake objected, “That’s not real wrestling. This is like in the Olympics.”

Dylan laughed and looked around the rec room comically. “This is NOT like in the Olympics.”

“How about you can wrestle how you want, and I will wrestle how I want,” Corey suggested, glancing sideways at Jake’s obvious bulge.

Jake protested and looked seriously at Dylan. “And no hits below the belt.”

Dylan raised his eyebrows, suddenly understanding why Corey’s friend wanted a referee. He loved his little bro, but Corey could be brutal when it came to other guys’ junk. Dylan’s balls contracted a little just thinking about it. As a matter of fact, he noticed that Corey’s friend was already walking gingerly and looking a little green…

“Absolutely not,” Dylan agreed. “Only a fair fight in my ring. Or mat? Or whatever this is.”


The boys faced each other, waiting for the signal. Jake’s wiry, athletic build filled out his uniform nicely, and his olive skin looked great with the school’s bright yellow colors. He was concentrating and tried to look intimidating. Corey on the other hand was slouching in jeans and a skate tee shirt, but Dylan had made him remove his shoes. His bangs fell almost over his eyes. To the casual observer he looked bored, but his alert eyes occasionally darted to his buddy’s spandex-clad groin; Jake’s manhood was clearly defined and vulnerable. Corey smiled.

On Dylan’s cue, the contestants locked arms and Corey was almost immediately tackled to the floor. As promised Jake knew a few moves and was naturally light on his feet. In a matter of seconds he had twisted Corey’s arm behind his back and pressed his face into the floor. He applied pressure to the arm trying to flip Corey for the pin. For his part Corey resisted and grunted in pain and annoyance, trying every way possible to squirm out of the hold. Eventually Dylan called a stalemate and Jake popped up to his feet looking quite pleased with himself. He pointed to the floor indicating that Corey had to start in the bottom position. Corey started on hands and knees while Jake reached around him waiting for the start. On Dylan’s command, they grappled again, Jake remaining in control and leveraging Corey back down to the mat. With his arm trapped behind him in the hold, Corey casually felt around until his fingers grazed the bulge in Jake’s singlet. He ran the palm of his hand over Jake’s warm shaft and lightly drummed his fingertips on his jewels. Jake immediately froze, sensing danger. He awkwardly untangled the hold and hopped away, tripping in the process. Corey took advantage of the situation and jumped on his back, copying the arm bar hold that had just been used on him.

Corey knew well that his brother Dylan hated to see guys take one in the balls, so there was no way that he could beat Jake his way. But if that little grope was enough to get him flustered, this was match was going to be easy regardless. He maneuvered behind his friend, who was trying to rise out the start position on his hands and knees. Dylan was staying close, so he know he had to be very subtle. Corey leaned forward, trapping one of Jakes legs and keeping him off balance. While Dylan observed from above, Corey reached down between Jake’s spread knees and positioned his arm for a lift. But before executing the move, he closed his grip loosely around his friend’s meaty balls, hefting them through the thin fabric. He never squeezed, just let Jake know that he was there. Jake felt the grip on his prized possessions and yelped, panicking and jolting to get out of the hold. In no time Corey had his shoulders pinned to the mat. Jake kicked desperately and bridged to get out while Dylan scooted around to see the pin from every angle. Corey  looked down at his struggling friend and smirked; he reached back and ran his fingers slowly toward Jake’s flopping bulge to give him an appreciative squeeze, waiting for Dylan to call the pin.

Unfortunately for Corey, his strategy did not account for the adrenaline rush that his friend would get from the prospect of getting his testicles grabbed again. Jake bucked wildly and toppled out of the hold, knocking Corey to the floor before Dylan could count the pin. Jake’s wrestling instincts took over, and he leapt on top, quickly immobilizing Corey with a grapevine pin. With his head locked and his legs spread too wide for leverage, defeat was inevitable. Corey was about to give up the struggle when he felt an explosion of pain like he had never felt before. Jake had taken a page out of his friend’s book and reached back between Corey’s spread legs, pounding his fist like a hammer into the bulge in his jeans. Corey didn't know which was worse: the pain or getting beaten at his own game. The breath left his lungs and he quit resisting as his shoulders were pinned to the mat. He waited for Dylan to count the pin. But it never came.


“Hey, what the fuck, man? I said no low blows!” Dylan had seen the unfair move and angrily pulled Jake off of his brother, who was still frozen in pain. “Corey, are you ok?” Corey’s hands slowly moved to his aching groin while he heard his brother tearing into Jake.

Jake put his hands up, protesting his innocence and hoping to finish the match, but Dylan would have none of it. Corey turned to watch as Jake shrugged his shoulders and casually lifted his foot into Dylan’s crotch, his surprise attack catching him full force. He saw his brother’s shocked look, then saw the pain wash over his face as he tumbled to his knees rolled on to his back, cupping his nuts and groaning. Jake’s cocky attitude was on full display and he gloated, “Man, that was easy. If you’re gonna play, you've got to play to win.”

Jake seemed satisfied that Dylan would not interfere in the match any more and turned back to Corey to finish what he started. He saw Corey still on his hands and knees, pathetically whining about his nuts, just like his brother. What a bitch, he chuckled. What Jake did not see as he walked over was the look of outrage in Corey’s eyes. Outrage that anyone—anyone other than him, of course—would sucker kick his brother in the balls. He gathered his rage as Jake sauntered over and directed it into a massive uppercut. Corey’s punch connected with with a splat, massacring both of Jake’s defenseless balls. He could actually see, as if in slow motion, his lycra clad bulge shift and smash off his fist. Jake was stunned but remained standing on shaking legs, then he slowly bent over as the pain crashed through his guts. Corey straightened him back up and spun him around so that he was facing Dylan before driving another uppercut between his legs from behind, wrecking his balls a second time.

Jake stumbled a few steps toward where Dylan was lying, his hands slowly moving to cover his groin. He was still standing, but he was a mess. Despite his own pain, Corey found himself smiling broadly and bounced to his feet cheerfully. He walked up behind Jake and put his arm around his buddy’s shoulders. The pain had put Jake totally out of it; his eyes were glassy and his mouth hung slightly open. He swayed slightly.

“Cheaters never win, buddy.” He ran his hand down Jake’s opposite side, drumming his fingers on his hip. His hand glided over the other boy’s abs and his fingers brushed across his cock, which was resting sideways in his singlet. He traced the shaft with his thumb, and Jake responded involuntarily, his breath hitched in his throat while his cock plumped up. Jake’s equipment was no match for his older brother Dylan’s, but Corey still found it fascinating to feel up the teen stud.

“Plus I told you before not to mess with my brother. That was a cheap shot.” Corey’s exploring hand traveled south, groping Jake’s warm sac, hefting his warm testicles. Jake’s knew the danger he was in and his eyes were wide with fear, but the shots to his nuts had sent pain shooting down his legs, paralyzing him and leaving him helpless against Corey’s groping.

“You should say sorry.” Corey applied pressure, slowly grinding his nuts against one another. Jake felt sick, and his mind was blank except for the pain radiating from his groin. “You should say sorry,” Corey repeated, sharply pinching the tip of his hardening dick and bringing tears to his eyes. Jake yelped like an injured puppy and stuttered, “I’m sorry Dylan, I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

Corey pulled away and patted him on the back, smiling. Dylan was still lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “All good,” he said in a hoarse voice. Confirming that Dylan was still not looking at them, Corey went back to one knee behind Jake and lined him up for the knockout. Jake was swaying with this legs slightly spread, his bulge visible between the globes of his athletic ass. The uppercut was devastating, sinking into his defenseless balls and crunching them into his pelvis. The wrestler’s eyes lost focus and crossed comically, and he pitched forward, landing face down.

Fortunately for Jake, he did not face-plant into the floor, and his impact was cushioned by something soft. Unfortunately for Dylan that something soft belonged to him: Jake crashed head-first between his spread legs, effectively head butting his balls into the floor. Dylan shrieked and collapsed back against the floor as Jake’s head remained pinned to his crotch.

“Hey!” Corey clicked his tongue disapprovingly at Jake, whose head was still between Dylan’s legs. “I told you to leave him alone.” Corey pulled on Jake’s shoulder, rolling him on to his back. Dylan sighed in relief and cupped himself, closing his eyes to block out the pain. Corey gently patted him on the shoulder. “Hey Dylan.” No response. “Hey Dylan, c’mon!” The older teen opened one eye and squinted at his grinning sibling. “I’m winning! I’m willing! Will you still be the ref?” Dylan looked incredulous. Nevertheless he chuckled as Corey jumped on top of Jake and hooked his leg pro wrestling style. Despite his sore nuts, Dylan rolled on to his stomach and slapped the floor three times and announced Corey as the winner. He noticed how Jake appeared to be out of it, and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“Don’t worry about him,” Corey said, nudging Jake with his foot. The beaten teen groaned incoherently. “He’s just a sore loser. We were just gonna play video games unless you want to wrestle some more?”

Apparently more wrestling did not sound appealing to Dylan, who limped quickly across the room and seemed eager to make his exit before his nads encountered any more accidents. “No thanks, I’ve got a ton of calculus. Don’t forget your homework, Corey.” He shut the door quickly behind him.

Corey sighed in disappointment that the fun was over. Turning around, he glanced down at Jake, who was beginning to come around but had clearly been knocked down a few pegs. “You ok?” he asked. Jake mumbled something into the carpet and Corey used his foot to roll him on to his back. The shiny singlet clung to his sweaty torso, and his semi boner was clearly outlined against his lean abs. Corey shook his head. Jake was his very best friend, but he sure could be a dumb jock sometimes. The image reminded Corey of a movie scene he had reprised with Dylan on his last birthday.

“Hey Jake, I thought of a move I still want to practice.”


“I learned it from a movie,” he explained cheerfully, grabbling the other boy’s ankles and lifting his legs off the floor.

Jake already felt very vulnerable with his legs spread and clad only in his tight singlet, but he had only a vague idea of what Corey had in mind. Then he remembered seeing his brother Alex in a similar situation. When Alex visited a few months ago, Jake thought it would be funny to solicit Corey’s help to beat him down. Corey had ended up stomping a load out of Alex’s balls, and they had high-fived when Alex creamed all over himself like a loser. Now that Jake found himself in the exact same position as his brother, he doubted it would be so funny this time. His eyes went wide and he protested in a husky voice, “Wait, Corey, don’t man!”

He barely had time to raise his hands before Corey’s bare foot crashed down, mashing his nads while pulling on his legs for extra leverage. The lycra did just enough to hold his balls in place, and each time one of his prized jewels popped out from below Corey’s heel, he shifted his foot and ground it back into his pelvis again. The pain was sickening and he was helpless even to close his legs. Corey eased eventually up but his foot remained on his junk.

Jake felt his toes wiggle on the shaft of his cock and silently prayed that he wouldn’t get hard. Unfortunately, Corey always seemed to catch him in a compromised position and try as he might, his cock thickened and tented his yellow singlet. He felt Corey’s big toe trace the underside of his shaft all the way to the tip, and his breath left him panting and shaking. Corey dug his heel back into his nuts, rolling them from his taint and over his bone, the leaden pain sapping his remaining resistance.

Fuck. His whole mind was in his groin, where every inch of his manhood was getting owned by his best friend. The damp spot at the tip of his cock spread as Corey jacked him between his toes. He remembered Corey doing that to his brother, too, and the pathetic faces that Alex made.

He opened his mouth to beg one last time just as he lost all control and his throbbing cock exploded, squirting his creamy cum all over his abs inside his singlet. The lycra was glued to his body with sweat and cum, and he twitched and writhed on the floor as Corey’s toes ran over his sensitive tip, milking every last drop.

Corey watched with interest as the last drops of cum oozed onto Jake’s abs, his bright uniform now darkened with a large sticky stain over the front. “That was rad,” he said, gently releasing  his friends legs, wiping the cum from the bottom of his foot on Jake’s thigh. “Ha! You shot more than your brother Alex!” The beaten teen had his eyes tightly shut, and his cheeks were flushed. His heavy breathing slowed and returned to normal; he was totally spent.

“What do you want?” Jake asked after a few minutes. His eyes were still closed, but he knew Corey was staring at him.

“Do you want to play video games now?” Corey asked. Jake blinked and looked around as if to make sure he had heard correctly. Corey stared at him impatiently.

“Uuuhh, sure,” he replied, grimacing as he sat up. The feeling of cold jizz against his chest made him shiver. “Maybe I should take a shower first.” Corey offered a hand and pulled his friend to his feet. Jake reached down and adjusted his singlet,  strangely modest despite the recent events. “Be back in a sec.”

Corey watched his buddy’s round ass as he walked to the door, limping and cupping his junk. He went back to his bean bag and turned his game back on. Their match had only been a fifteen minute delay, so he hoped they could beat the next level before dinner.

- Jake in his wrestling singlet. -

Friday, September 30, 2016

Foreign Exchange - Part 7 - Liam Finally Gets His Date

Liam was looking a bit grim as he and Julie stood in line at the movie theater box office.  He looked handsome as ever, his pale alabaster skin, offset by his green eyes and red mop of hair and angular jawline.  He was wearing his blue button down shirt and tan kakis pants that hugged his groin just a bit too tightly.  Julie had said they looked great on him, but each movement and bump to his manhood served as a fresh reminder of how thoroughly her younger brother Paul had busted his balls just before their date.

Liam had wanted to cancel the date, but having stood Julie up once already, he feared he’d never get another chance.  Instead, he managed to fight through the pain and pulled himself off the floor, despite the pit that was in his stomach.

Julie squeezed his hand until he returned her gaze and tried to smile back, but instead he looked like he was about to enter a dentist’s office for a 4 hour root-canal.

Julie looked gorgeous, her long brown hair was combed straight and she was wearing a bright sun dress that accentuated her ample cleavage.  Usually, Liam’s eyes would have been fixated on Julie’s breasts, but his face look drawn and his gaze distant.

“We’re going to have fun tonight!  It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve had some time to ourselves,”  Julie’s hand slid to the front of his khakis and gently rubbed the bulge in his crotch.

Liam’s mouth opened wide and he moaned as his nuts constricted and his stomach spasmed. 

Julie mistook his reaction, and decided to turn up the heat by giving the bulge in his pants a squeeze.

Liam gasped and nearly doubled over in pain, but Julie didn’t seem to notice.  Luckily for him, the line started moving and Julie was forced to release her grasp as they approached the ticket counter.

With tickets in hand, they stopped at the concession stand. 

“Can you order me a big popcorn please, with lots of butter?” Julie asked Liam sweetly.

“Oh, yeah…ok, sure.”  Liam shrugged and turned to the sales attendant.  “May I have one large popcorn please?”

“Extra butter…”  Julie whispered as she reached back between Liam’s legs and patted his crotch playfully. “Don’t forget, I want lots and lots of butter.”

Liam’s jaw dropped and he gripped the edge of the counter as Julie gently, but insistently palpitated her grip on his bruised balls through his thin cotton pants.

“Sorry, but could you please add more, more…” he fumbled his words as his attention was drawn to Julie’s hand over his groin.

A hard yank made the poor Irish stud yelp and cringe in pain. 

“More butter, please!”  Liam squeaked in a higher octave.

The concession worker nodded uncertainly at the pale young man who looked like he was about to be sick.  His lips were curling and he appeared to be sweating.  After dowsing the popcorn with another portion of liquid butter, he handed it to the couple.  “Can I interest you in some roasted peanuts?”

“No thanks, we’re all set on nuts right now,” the young woman giggled.

“Thanks anyway,” the young man croaked and left a twenty dollar bill on the counter.  The clerk took the money and watched in fascination as the young man waddled off with his date.

The theater was packed that night, and considering it was the opening night of a typical summer blockbuster, the room was filled with young and old people, many of whom appeared to be on dates themselves.

Julie scanned the room and picked out a place in the far left corner.  “Over there, I see two seats.”

After getting his nuts twisted in front of the concession counter, Liam was just barely capable of carrying the popcorn and didn’t protest - though the jostling his manhood received as they climbed the stairs to their seats only made him want to hurl even more.

When they reached their seats, Julie had Liam sit first so that he was up against the wall and she sat next to him.

“There, that’s better,” she smiled. “And look, there’s no one behind us to see what we might get up to.”

Liam cleared his throat as Julie placed her hand on his thigh.  “Julie it’s ok, why don’t we just watch the movie?”

Julie crept close against the nape of his neck and took in his cologne. “Oh no, I always wanted to do this kind of thing.”

Liam took in a sharp breath as Julie’s hand found it’s way into his lap and began massaging his groin.  His balls ached painfully, but the feel of her hands touching his dick made his chest swell.

Then, she kissed him and he kissed her back, their teenage hormones roaring as the lights in the theater were taken down and the trailers started to play.

Julie didn’t waste any time and broke away from their kiss to  unclasp Liam’s belt before he could raise any protests.  A few seconds later, she’d managed to unfasten his pants button and was sliding down the zipper.

Liam was sure the people sitting in front of them heard the metallic zip and would turn around any second, but Julie didn’t seem concerned.  Instead, she was yanking down on his pants so hard that he was afraid she might tear them, so he lifted off his seat just enough for her to pull them down halfway around his knees.

“There, that’s better.”  Julie whispered as she rubbed the large pouch in his boxer-briefs that contained his manhood.

Liam’s eyes widened and scanned the room nervously.

Julie met his gaze and smiled.  “Don’t worry, we’re fine.  Just relax and enjoy the movie.”

Liam looked like he was about to say something, but bit his lip and trembled as she gently kneaded his dick and balls through his underwear.  In almost an instant, his member hardened in her hand while the rest of the movie theater watched the movie trailers playing through before them.

“I don’t think we should-“  Liam whispered in Julie’s ear, but she ignored him and kept playing with his manhood until the movie began.

Julie used the lapse in action and in the dark, managed to fish around inside Liam’s boxer-briefs until her palm brushed against his sac and her hand closed around his hefty plums.

Liam shifted uncomfortably in his seat and try to stifle his cough as Julie rolled his nuts between her fingers.  “Julie, no.  What are you doing?” he whispered.

“Nothing, it’s just… I love your balls,” Julie replied quietly.  “I love how big, and warm, and soft they feel in my hand.  And how easy it is to control them.  Just a little tug or squeeze, and I bet I can get you to cry.” 

A subtle moan slipped out of Liam’s mouth coinciding with Julie pinching the dense orbs inside his scrotum were crushed against one another. 

The pain lasted for only a moment before she loosened her grip.

“Don’t worry, I like these things too much to break them,” Julie smiled against the light from the movie screen.  “I just like the cute faces you make when you squirm!”

Julie squeezed his nuts again, and pulled him into a long, open kiss.  At first, Liam only moaned back into her mouth, but after a few seconds, he began kissing her back. 

They kept kissing for over a minute, the entire time Julie kept kneading Liam’s balls with zeal.


The sound of a huge explosion ripped through the theater as the image of a car blew up on screen.

Julie jumped in surprise and her grip tightened like a vice around Liam’s poor nuts.

Liam cried out, but his voice was drowned out by the action on the screen.  He grabbed Julie’s arm and attempted to save his manhood, but her iron grip on him didn’t budge.  Instead, his legs and arms flailed about uselessly as her fingers dug in to his tender nut-flesh.

“Oh my God, that was so scary!” Julie gasped, still wrenching his nuts so hard that Liam’s stomach was twisted into knots.

Liam eked out a groan.

“Don’t you think so?” Julie asked and saw the look on his face and giggled.

Liam’s lips trembled and his eyes crossed.  His manhood ached and throbbed in response.

“Oh, I see. Looks like something else got scared straight.”  Julie whispered seductively as her other hand slid along Liam’s half-hard teenage dick.

The sensation of her hand on Liam’s shaft felt amazing, but the pain she’d inflicted on his nuts made it feel like he was pinned down by a pair of lead balloons.

“No, don’t,”  Liam choked back the pain that was radiating from his groin and stomach.  “We shoudn’t-“

“There’s no need Liam.  You love it when I do this to you, don’t you?”  Julie smiled.  She kept stroking Liam’s cock and jostled his balls inside his sac.

A fresh wave of nauseating pain washed over him and his nuts pulsated angrily against her grasp, but she managed to win him back with just a few short strokes of his dick. 

The sensation of having her petite hands slide against his rigid pole sent shock waves of pleasure through Liam’s young mind and left him wanting more.  The pain his nuts had born the brunt of didn’t matter at that moment.  Nothing did.

“Oh, God,” Liam whispered and gently began pushing his hips into Julie’s grip. His dick sputtered to life, spitting out a rivulet of clear liquid that trickled down his shaft.

With a lustful growl, Julie yanked Liam’s underwear down, revealing the large, bulbous head of his prick and big, round balls.  Liam scanned the dark theater nervously, but he got distracted from the fear of getting caught the moment Julie began sucking on his dick.

The handsome teen moaned. His stomach reeled, but that didn’t stop Julie from swallowing the full length of his 7 inch cock.

A woman in front of them turned around at the sound of the slurping noise and scowled, but the young couple didn’t even notice.

Liam slowly drew in breath as his date worked over his manhood over.  Julie was so hot, sexy, and thorough, it only it only took a couple of minutes of her attention before the urge to cum cut through his queasiness.

Liam’s head began to soar, but he was grounded by the fact that Julie was still holding on to his nuts, squeezing, slapping, and cat pawing at his fat, low-hangers as they bounced against his thighs. 

Despite the discomfort, a few minutes of her blowing him was all that was needed before Liam felt like he was ready to blow.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum, ok?”  Julie whispered hoarsely as she came up for air. 

Liam nodded vacantly and he sat back as Julie’s head resumed bobbing up and down in his lap.

Liam gently moaned again which caused a few more turned heads, but he didn’t care.  Julie’s mouth felt so good around his cock, he never wanted the feeling to pass.

He was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t seem to notice the muscles in his legs were clenched tight, or that his dick was hardening into a steel rod.  All he could think about was how good it felt…

Then, almost before he knew what was happening, Liam’s cock exploded in her mouth.

Julie reared back when the first spray of Liam’s stud-juice splashed against the back of her mouth.  She nearly gagged on the salty substance, but she quickly gathered her wits and jumped into action, locking her fingers around his nutsac and twisted Liam’s juicy balls down against the base of his sac.

Liam moaned in pain and tried cupping his crotch, but he was too slow to stop Julie from torquing his meaty nuggets against one another. 

The poor teen stud stamped his feet in frustration, but there was nothing he could do.  Julie’s little maneuver had not only halted his orgasm, but she’d managed to pinch off his ball cords, effectively blocking them off, and left his churning, cum-filled testicles screwed up around each other around the base of his cock.

“Noooooo…”  Liam croaked, gripping the arms of his chair as the aguish from his throbbing, rapidly swelling scrotum overtook him.

“Oh yes!” Julie hissed and squeezed his contorted ballsac. “Now you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Liam cringed painfully and nodded desperately.

Julie shoved the bag of popcorn into his hands.  “Take this and hold it steady.  I want you to aim for this.”

“What? Why?”  Liam whispered hoarsely. 

Julie didn’t bother answering. “Just get ready,” she said gave his nuts a quarter turn.

Liam’s chest heaved and his back arched in response as a small glob of white appeared at the end of his prick.

Looking pleased, Julie palpitated the twin orbs in her grasp and watched Liam’s dick shudder in response, leaking out another thick blob of cream.

Liam coughed.  He looked like he was going to be sick. 

“That’s it, I think we’re getting somewhere,” Julie whispered as she twisted and pinched Liam’s beefy balls between her fingers.  “You want to cum for me, don’t you?”

Liam met her gaze and nodded slowly. His face was a mask of pain, but his eyes were pleading.

“Good!”  Julie was kneading his soft, yielding baby-makers between her fingers.  “They certainly feel full!”

Liam’s lips curled and he nodded in agreement.  His sore balls were turning an angry shade of beet red.

“So why are you being so stubborn then?” She hissed and yanked down on his scrotum.

Liam’s head snapped back and was about to howl in agony, but his cries died in his throat when Julie reared back in her seat and punched him square in the nuts.

She hit them dead center, made easier by the fact that Liam’s cock was still stiff and out of the line of fire of his large, drooping nutsac.

The sound of knuckles crunching into soft flesh seemed to echo in the theater.

Liam winced and grunted in pain, but that didn’t stop Julie from smashing his balls again.

Liam’s dick throbbed rapidly as Julie pummeled his nutsac like it was her own personal speed bag. 

Liam looked like he wanted to cry and his body spasmed.

At the same moment the pressure in his testicles became irresistible and the mushroom head of his dick began sputtering to life, sending trails of white against the row in front of them.

Then, with one final devastating punch, Julie’s fist drove into Liam’s poor balls like a freight train, smashing them hard, right up into the gap where his thighs met his pelvis. 

Liam yelped as a batch of his Irish stud-sauce suddenly came barreling out of his dick and sprayed the air in front of him like a shotgun. 

Julie giggled with glee and took hold of Liam’s cock, aiming it as he dowsed the popcorn with his salty splooge. She kept stroking his dick, making sure he shot his entire wad.  Then, when he appeared to stop she grabbed both his balls between her fingers and squeezed them hard.

Liam’s screamed silently and his head lolled back, but Julie was rewarded with another large glob of baby-batter.

Julie sat back up with the popcorn bucket that was covered in a shiny sheen and began chowing down happily, appearing to be suddenly interested in the movie.

Liam cupped his sore balls and shut his eyes tight.

Julie looked back at him and offered him a piece.  “You want some popcorn?  It’s really good.”

Liam scowled and shook his head.

“Your loss,” she shrugged and went back to watching the movie, completely ignoring him or the fact that she’d just milked and busted a load out of him.

“Excuse me, sir?”  A movie attendant was hovering over him with a low powered flashlight illuminating Liam’s lap and pointing at his still half hard cock and bruised balls. 

“You can’t take your clothes off in the movie theater…”  The attendant cleared his throat uncomfortably.  “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Oh,” he groaned hoarsely.  Liam was mortified by their discovery, but was surprised to see Julie shrug it off. 

“Sorry, mate,” he stuttered as he fumbled in the dark to pull his clothes back on, grunting as he stuffed his sore nuts into his trousers.  If his pants had seemed a bit snug before, now they were practically bursting at the seam, bulging obscenely to contain his swollen manhood. 

The attendant looked back at him sternly and waited impatiently as more heads around the theater turned to watch.  The added audience didn’t help, so Liam gave up with his zipper stuck only halfway closed.

“Come on,” he whispered hoarsely to Julie.

“No, I’ll stay here.  The movie has another half hour, wait for me outside?” Julie ate another piece of his seasoned popcorn without breaking eye contact with the screen.

“Sure, I guess.”  Liam cleared his throat.

“You’re such a sweetie, thank you!” Julie said in sing-song voice and patted the generous bulge in his pants a couple of times.

Liam bent over and nearly wretched.

“Let’s go, sir.” The attendant was insisting now.

Liam nodded, turning and hobbled out of the movie theater with the attendant in tow.  There were a fair number of jeers and cat calls that came back from the last few rows as he made his exit.

- Liam is based on Carl from Chaosmen -

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Foreign Exchange - Part 6 - Best Laid Plans

Needless to say, Liam never made it out of the house that night for his date with Julie.  Her younger brother Paul had so thoroughly and viciously busted his balls, he was knocked out of commission and slept through the night half naked on top of the sheets.  By morning, Liam was snoring gently, his legs splayed wide open giving an unobstructed view of his half-hard cock jutting out under a bush of thick, curly red pubic hair and a pair of meaty balls that drooped heavily in their sac.

“Wakey, wakey Liam,” Paul whispered as he approached the slumbering teen, eyeing his exposed dangling fruit.

Liam continued snoring and blissfully unaware.

Paul carefully pulled Liam’s thighs further apart, making sure not to wake him as he knelt between his long legs.  Then he took aim at Liam’s balls.

“I said that it’s time to wake up!” Paul yelled as he dropped his knee into Liam’s exposed groin.

Liam grunted in his sleep and his manhood absorbed the blow.

Paul grinned and kneed Liam’s crotch again, making sure to catch both nuts and smash them against his body with a loud thud.

Liam began to stir, wincing and moaning in his sleep, but not before Paul’s kneecap found it’s way into Liam’s love-spuds one last time.  Connecting perfectly, Liam’s juicy nuts were rammed flat against his pelvis and flattened like pancakes.

Liam’s head snapped up and he yodeled like the lead soprano in an all boy’s choir before rolling off the bed and down on to the carpeted floor.  He was writhing on the ground, his hands buried between his legs, trying to ease the pain.

“Fuck man, really? Why?”

“Stay away from my sister.”  Paul sneered, “then we’ll be fine.”

Liam’s handsome face was contorted into a mask of pain.

“Fuck…my kids felt that one,” he groaned as he held his swollen ballsac. “If you don’t take it easy, I won’t be fucking anyone for the rest of my life!”

“Fine by me.”  Paul grinned.  “By the way, you’re going to be late to school.”

Liam looked at the alarm clock on the stand next to him quizzically.  He couldn’t figure out what Paul meant, it was till early - but the statement had had it’s intended affect and when Liam turned his head he’d dropped his guard.

With a running start, Paul kicked Liam’s nuts, catching both hefty plums and with his toes and rammed them into his crotch.

Liam let out a high pitched squeak.  His eyes crossed and he slumped against the floor in pain.


The rest of the day didn’t turn out well for poor Liam.  After arriving late to school, he’d missed math class and was assigned detention for a week.  Worse yet, he couldn’t stay focused during his lectures, and the pain Paul had inflicted in his manhood stayed with him throughout the day.  The slightest jostle, or even walking, would reignite a deep ache that seemed to reside deep in his balls and spread out to the rest of his body.

It wasn’t until 6th period that fortune seemed to swing in Liam’s favor.  He was supposed to be in gym class, but there was no way he or his testicles would survive all the bouncing and jumping around, so he skipped, and instead spent the period wandering around the men’s locker room.  Everyone was in class, so it was deserted, and the dank room smelled like a pubescent boy’s moldy boxer shorts.

Circling around the room, he discovered the door to the supply closet was ajar.  Inside there was mostly a bunch of sports equipment.  Old school uniforms, rackets, bats, and balls of every shape and size. Liam rummaged through a few of the boxes, but it looked like mostly junk.  Then he saw it, a used - but fairly clean looking - athletic cup. 

Liam grabbed it and looked it over.  It was a hard plastic shell connected to a few straps of a elastic.  Nothing too fancy, but it might help protect his nuggets from Paul…

Without another moment’s hesitation, Liam stripped off his pants and put it on.  The fit was a bit loose, a fact that was made worse since he was wearing it over his boxer shorts.

Scrapping that idea, Liam pulled his underwear off too and slid the athletic supporter back on, making sure not to pinch his cock or balls in the process.  The fight was better now, but there still seemed to be enough room behind the protected shell for his junk to flop around a little. But before he could adjust it further, the 7th period bell rang.

How could he lose track of so much time?

Liam scrambled to pulled his underwear and jeans and headed for the door.  Then, when the coast was clear, he slipped in with a group of boys heading out for class without being seen.

Thankfully the rest of his day went by without incident.  After detention, he stopped at his locker to swap a few books before heading home.  He must not have heard the sound of footsteps coming up toward him, because when he slammed his locker shut he was startled by Paul who was standing next too him.

“Hey there buddy.” Paul smirked up at him.

Liam swallowed. “Oh, hey.”

“I was just wondering how things were hanging.” Paul glanced at the taller teen’s package.

“Everything’s fine, thanks.”  Liam brushed his fingers through his red hair.

“That’s great to hear!  I just wanted to say…hey, wait, what’s that?”  Paul looked scared as he pointed at something behind Liam.

Liam turned to see what it was, but there was nothing there.  Instead, Paul used the opportunity to kick the Irish stud square in the crotch, his sneaker clad foot connecting with the heavy looking bulge in Liam’s jeans.

Liam reflexively reached between his legs, but he was surprised to find there was very little pain.  That’s when he realized - he was still wearing the cup!

Paul was waiting for Liam’s reaction, which he quickly decided to feign, grabbing his stomach and folding over.

“I just wanted to say, enjoy that walk home!” Paul laughed, patting Liam on the back as he left him there on hallway floor.

Liam waited until Paul was out of site before rising to his feet.  He scanned the hall before grabbed his crotch experimentally.  Despite perhaps a small bit of discomfort, his balls were still safely tucked away behind the protective shield of the supporter. 

He gently wrapped his knuckles against the hard plastic and smiled from the result. “Lucky I found this.”

Then he gathered his books and headed for the exit.


For the next few of days, Liam was comforted by the protection the athletic supporter provided him.  He got used to the hard plastic in his lap, and after a while, forgot it was there…that was up until the point Paul tried to kick or punch him in the nuts.  Liam always pretended to be in pain, ever fearful that Paul might discover that in fact, Liam’s baby-makers were hidden safely out of harms way.

Paul’s hot older sister Julie of course, was a different matter.  After she’d finally forgiven Liam for standing her up on their date night, there evening hookups resumed right under Paul’s nose.

Each night Liam would take his shower as he usually did, but on his way back to his and Paul’s bedroom he’d get pulled in to Julie’s bedroom.  They usually just made out while Julie played with Liam’s freshly cleaned manhood - just enough to get him horny - and then she’d throw him out.

It was incredibly frustrating for the red-headed stud.  He was swimming in teenage hormones and without relief, his balls were beginning to take on a shade of blue. 

Nonetheless, things were back on track and the two love birds had decided to take another crack at dating. 

They were going to the local movie theater that Friday night.

Liam’s time in the United States was getting short.  He had just a couple of weeks left, in fact - so if he was ever going to get the chance to nail Julie, this was it.  There date would have to go perfectly.

Liam did everything in his power to make sure it did.  He started by suggesting that the two skip dinner that night - wary that Paul would find a way to sabotage the evening the way he had last time.  Liam didn’t have a car, so they’d have to take the downtown line to the theater, but that’d be alright.  He’d even let Julie pick the movie - some new Rom-Com he’d never heard of. 

Everything was set for the big day.

That morning, Liam waited for Paul to go to the bathroom before jumping out of bed.  He quickly pulled out the hidden athletic supporter, gently stuffing his semi-soft cock and balls inside. This was no becoming no easy feat, considering all the foreplay had left him in a constant state of arousal.

He finished dressing and was down the stairs before Paul even returned, not wanting to give the younger teenage boy a chance to try to nut him before school. 

Liam grabbed a piece of toast and was out the door.  He had last minute homework to finish at school, he explained to a startled Mrs. Anderson.

Classes seemed to drag on more than usual, so by the time the final bell rang, Liam was made a beeline for the front door and didn’t look back.  A few minutes later he was standing in front of the bus stop and watching as the bus drove away.

It was a warm, sunny day, so he chose not to wait at the bus stop where he might encounter Paul, and instead he decided to walk back to the Anderson home.  By some miracle, he’d managed to avoid Paul all day and he wasn’t going to rock the boat now.

Liam walked over a dozen blocks before the Anderson home came in to view.  He didn’t see any cars in the driveway and had to use his key to get in.

“Hello?” He called out as he entered the house. “Anyone here?”

There was no answer.  Apparently he’d beaten everyone else back home.

He leapt up the stairs toward the bedroom.  Perhaps if he changed clothes for his date early, he could avoid Paul altogether before his big night.

Liam opened his closet and took out the blue button down shirt and tan khaki pants he’d picked out the night before.  He set them on bed and pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his pale, muscular torso and sniffed under his arms.  He could probably use a shower, but that’d increase his chances of running in to Paul, wet and naked.  Instead he decided it wasn’t worth it and reapplied deodorant, along with a generous portion of cologne.  Then he unbuckled his jeans and pealed them off his skinny legs, revealing a pair of striped blue and green boxers. 

Liam knew Julie preferred it when he wore boxer-briefs.  Something about the way they clung to his manhood seemed to make her happy.  Appeasing her could only help, so he pulled off his boxers and reached for a clean pair.

“Feck!  I almost forgot about the cup,”  Liam said as he pulled down the athletic supporter. His dick and heavy balls swung ponderously in to view.  They jiggled from side to side as he shifted his stance.


A disembodied fist drove through Liam’s long, skinny legs and smashed into his juicy danglers from behind.  Liam’s manhood swung wildly, slapping up against his pelvis and the poor red-headed boy groaned, bending forward.

He heard Paul laughing in fits behind him, just as the younger boy’s fist rammed into his nuts again, forcing his sac to bulge obscenely as his orbs were crushed against his cock.

“God…” Liam whispered, gently cupping his balls and fell to his knees.

Paul kept laughing. “It’s so much easier to nail your nuts when you’re not wearing that cup!” 

“You knew?”  Liam whispered, still holding on to his balls - but that didn’t stop Paul from kicking him between the legs, catching both meaty nuggets from behind and smashing them into Liam’s palm.

Liam whimpered and slid the rest of the way to the floor.

“Of course I knew! It’s not like you suddenly grew balls of steel over night.”  Paul grinned, staring down at Liam as he struggled to pull the athletic supporter back in to place, hiding his manhood once more.

“Hey Paul, now look-“

“Oh, don’t bother.”  Paul waved his hands before practically dragging the wobbly stud back to his feet.  “I get it.  You’ve got pretty weak nuts, actually.  I’m surprised you didn’t try something like this sooner.”

Liam cleared his throat as he stared into Paul’s grinning face.  He had several inches on the younger teen, but that didn’t stop the hairs on the back of his neck from sticking up.

“Problem is, that cup’s not going to help you this time.”  Paul whispered in Liam’s ear.

Liam could see where this was going, and rather than let Paul nearly neuter him again, he leapt into action.  He swung his fist at Paul’s head, catching a glancing blow and kicked Paul between his legs.

The younger teen grunted and bent forward.

“Oh, big mistake.”  Paul coughed, seeming to have shrugged off the blow, he reached for the cup, yanking it back before letting it snap back into place on Liam’s groin. 

A moment later Liam shrieked as the hard plastic shell clapped into his junk, causing the pale Irish hunk to grunt and bend forward.

“Cups are tricky to wear.  You always have to worry about them staying in place.”  Paul said as he pushed the heel of his hand against the shield, causing it to shift over Liam’s thigh and allowing his delicate cock and balls to flop out.

“See what I mean?”  Paul asked sarcastically and punched Liam in his delicate nutsac, driving his juicy plums into his body.

“No!” Liam howled and fell down onto his knees.  “Fuck man, please…I’ve got a date!”

Paul laughed and answered Liam’s pleas with a kick to the balls.

The poor Irish stud winced and his eyes crossed.

Another kick sent him crashing to the floor.

Paul grinned and yanked Liam’s ankles apart.

“No man, please… please no!  I need my balls to work tonight!” Liam cried in a higher, girlish octave.

Paul snickered as he pried Liam’s hands off his junk. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll get ’em working right now.”

Liam’s mouth dropped open and he moaned as Paul rolled the stud’s dense orbs between his fingers and squeezed.

“Shit…no…please, not my nuts…anything but my nuts…”  Liam croaked as Paul roughly manipulated his balls. 

Paul kneaded Liam’s sack, pushing the two big, swollen orbs this way and that. 

Despite Liam’s pleas for mercy, his dick was rock hard and pointing up straight at the ceiling.  The more Paul poked, pinched, and squeezed the poor boy’s nuggets, the harder it got.

“Fuck!” Liam wailed as Paul twisted his nutsac.  His eyes widened as his battered balls were squashed by Paul’s strong grasp.

Liam’s cock shuddered.

“Oh no…please…stop…”

Liam almost sounded like he might cry. 

His dick was standing tall like a flag pole, straining to release the back log of sperm in his bloated balls. 

Paul chuckled.  “You want me to stop, huh?  Ok, fine.  We can work something out.  Just gotta do one thing first.”

The look of relief on Liam’s face suddenly disappeared as Paul ran his finger along the sensitive underside of Liam’s cock.

Liam seemed to suck up all the air in the room into his lungs and moaned.  “Oh, God no…no…”

“Oh yes, yes, yes!”  Paul laughed.

Liam winced and bit his lip as the pressure in his loins continued to grow.

The stimulation was too much to resist and Paul watched with glee as Liam’s heavy nuts were hauled up against the base of his quivering cock. 

The Irish teen moaned, sweating profusely.  It looked like he might blow his load any second, and yet, he appeared to be just holding back.

“Time to nut up, buddy.”  Paul grinned as he placed the heal over Liam’s tender testes.

“No,” Liam whispered through grit his teeth. He shook his head defiantly. 

Paul smiled and nodded his head. “Sorry, I think your future kids might feel this one…if you ever do have kids, that is.”

Then he jammed down on Liam’s pulsating ballsac, jamming it flat against Liam’s body.

Liam’s eyes opened wide and he shrieked as he was dragged over the edge.

A moment later, a giant glob of cum gushed out of Liam’s pink cock.  The burst of cream was so thick and white, it looked like the contents of a tube of tooth paste was being all squeezed out at once.

“Ooooh, yeah. Hope you weren’t saving that for anyone in particular.”  Paul grinned at the puddle of stud sludge he was creating.

Liam’s lips curled as his balls contracted against the sole of Paul’s foot, eagerly pumping the remainder of his sperm reserves out of him.  The forced ejaculation had left him physically spent and exhausted. 

“That’s it, all empty.”  Paul grinned as he twisted his heel into Liam’s freshly drained balls like he was putting out a cigarette. “Now you can have a grand time on your date with Julie!” he laughed in a mock Irish accent.

Liam grunted and looked like he might cry.

Paul smirked at his handy work.  Liam was nearly catatonic and his manhood looked bruised and beet red. 

The Irish stud only moaned.

With that, Paul brought his leg back and kicked Liam in the nuts as hard as he could.

Liam cried out, grabbing his balls as he bucked and he folded over.

- Liam is based on Carl from Chaosmen -