Saturday, October 30, 2010

Tony's Revenge

*** Warning, this story contains severe ball busting.***

This story is the final installment in a three-part trilogy that showcases the struggles between our ball busting wrestling champ Tony and Jarret Russo, one of the most popular boys in school and the star quarterback on the football team. If you haven't already, you may want to read A Visitor Comes to Call and The Quarterback's Retribution. before you read this story.


Several weeks had passed since the night Jarret and Jenny left Tony in the abandoned weight room outside the gymnasium. Tony didn't know how long he'd been unconscious, but when he finally awoke his balls were beet-red and swollen. His heart raced as he massaged each orb through his fingers and took a sigh of relief when he'd determined that there was no permanent damage. His testicles felt like they'd been run over by a dump truck, but at least they were still intact.

The hour was late and the school deserted as Tony slowly made his way out of the weight room. The going was slow, as a shiver of pain shot emanated from his groin with each step. After a long, hot shower, Tony got dressed and used the key his coach had given him to lock up behind him.

The next few days passed without much incident. Jenny refused to speak to him at home, and at school, she showed nothing but open contempt. Tony tried to talk to her, but soon gave up after several failed attempts that resulted in her screaming at him.

On the bright side, Jarret Russo seemed to be avoiding him altogether. Tony watched from a distance while the star quarterback strutted and showed off among his friends. Occasionally they would turn and look at him before erupting in a volley of laughter. It made Tony livid, but what could he do? Jenny made it clear she didn't want him interfering into her life, and at the moment, that meant Jarret.

Tony's blood boiled at the thought of that meat-head pawing at his kid sister alone in his car. Why couldn't she see Jarret for what he truly was? Jarret was just using her to get to him. He had to find a way to get through to her, but as the weeks past and no solution came, Tony was beginning to give up.

That was until late Saturday night when his cell phone rang.

When he answered he could just make out the sound of his sister sobbing on the other end. "Jenny? What's wrong?" Tony asked.

Jenny took a moment to take a large gulp of air. "Nothing." She sniffled. "Are you home?"

Tony paused. "Yeah, where are you? Are you alright?"

Jenny began to reply, but her words were soon drown out by her sobs.

"What's going on?" Tony asked as the worry in his voice continued to grow.

I'm alright." Jenny said, still crying. "Can you come pick me up?"

"Yeah, where are you?" Tony yelled into the phone.

"Thatcher Park." Jenny whispered.

"Stay there, I'm on my way." Tony closed his phone and dressed.

In minutes he was out of the house and in his truck. Tony raced through the village streets toward the park, unsure of what he might find when he got there. Within moments he was speeding down the lone dirt road leading into Thatcher Park and pulled into the deserted parking lot. Under a solitary streetlight, Jenny sat on the ground, hunched over.

Tony cut the engine and ran out to her. "Jenny?" He called out.

As he approached, Jenny lifted her head. Her eye's were swollen and her makeup was running down her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" Tony asked.

"Yeah." She was whispered, unable to meet her brother's gaze.

"What are you doing out here?" Tony looked around to confirm that they were alone.

"I was on a date with Jarret." Jenny whispered, her eyes still focused on the ground. "He left me here."

Anger immediately flared into Tony's eyes. "Why?" Tony growled.

"Please, don't be angry." Jenny sobbed.

Tony paused a moment and sat down next to her. "Tell me what happened." He said softly.

Jenny sniffled again and wiped her eyes. "We came here to be alone." She started. "He brought me here before. Mostly we just talked, but a few times we made out."

Tony scowled but Jenny continued on.

"Tonight was our one month anniversary. Jarret said it was special night. He told me I was beautiful and nothing like the other girls he's dated."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"And then he asked me to give him a blow job." Jenny ended abruptly.

Tony grit his teeth involuntarily. Finally after a long pause, "Did you?" He asked.

"No, of course not." Jenny scowled.

Tony breathed a long sigh of relief. "So what happened?"

Jenny shook her head slowly. "He wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. He pulled his pants down and tried to push my face down into his lap."

Her brother's eyes went wide. "What'd you do?"

"I punched him in the nuts until he let go. Then I opened the door and ran out." Jenny sighed and stared out into the darkness. "So Jarret left me here, alone."

"I'm sorry Jenny." Tony was at a loss for words. He wrapped his arm around his kid sister's arm and held her as she quietly wept into his shoulder.


It was late Tuesday night after football practice as Jarret made his way back to the locker room. He'd stayed behind to talk to the coach about the upcoming game and now walked alone through the empty school. He was still wearing his football uniform and his helmet cradled in his arm as he turned the corner, down the long stretch of corridor leading to the men's locker room.

As he passed the open doors of the gymnasium, he heard a slight noise that turned his attention into the darkened entryway. Jarret paused and peered in, but the room was pitch black. After another moment, he turned to leave when a shadow rushed toward him. Jarret had little time to react as Tony's 185 pound frame slammed into him, knocking him into the hallway.

"Piece of shit." Tony growled as he launched his knee between Jarret's muscular thighs. As Tony's leg slammed into Jarret's groin with stunning force, the hollow sound of bone hitting plastic rang out, echoing along the deserted hallway. Shit! Jarret was wearing a cup!

Jarret smirked as he forced Tony back against the opposite wall, his corded muscles rippled as he wrapped his arms around Tony's torso. Tony squirmed to break free, but Jarret gripped him tightly and pulling him close, he slammed his forehead into Tony's nose.

"Fuck!" Tony swore as blood began to trickle down his nose.

Seeing his opening, Jarret brought his fist up between Tony's legs a strong upper cut. Tony grunted as all the muscles in his abdomen tightened and he doubled over.

"What the fuck asshole, didn't you get enough the last time I kicked your ass?" Jarret taunted.

Tony groaned, his hands cupping his crotch as the pain radiated up into his stomach.

Jarret gripped his t-shirt and lifted him up off the ground. "Big mistake coming here."

Tony winced and coughed.

Jarret powered his knee between Tony's legs, driving his hands into his crotch. Tony doubled over and moaned.

Jarret smirked smugly. "What's wrong, never learned how to win a fair fight?" Jarret smirked, knocking his knuckles against the plastic cup.

Tony shook his head slowly and struggled back to his feet. His breath was shallow and his voice ragged. "Just leave me and my sister alone."

Jarret smiled smugly. Then he rushed Tony, grabbing his neck and closed his fingers around Tony's throat. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You're just a fuckin' punk, and after I kick your ass, I'm gonna go to your house and bang that little bitch sister in your bed."

Something inside Tony snapped, and as a result the anger that had been simmering suddenly exploded. In one movement, Tony wrested free of Jarret's grasp and delivered a bone-cracking uppercut into Jarret's jaw, slamming his head back against the cement block wall. With a single thud, Jarret dropped to the floor in a heap.

Tony scanned the hallway to make sure that no one was watching and kicked Jarret in the ribs to make sure he was completely out. Then grabbing Jarret's ankles, he silently dragged the unconscious quarterback into the darkened gymnasium.


Jarret's broad chest and stomach muscles heaved as he awoke. The damp, must smell of a basement flooded his nostrils. Slowly he opened his eyes and peered across the dimly lit room. The walls were bare and there were boxes stacked up against the far wall.

Jarret's head was pounding, and he reached up to touch it when he realized that his arms were secured to the wall. He strained against his bonds, but the knotted rope held firm. It wasn't just his arms, his feet were tied down as well against pipes sticking out of the floor, holding his legs spread wide apart. Jarret struggled to remember how he got there. Still wearing his jersey and shoulder pads from football practice, he suddenly remembered his encounter with Tony outside of the gym. A cold shiver ran down his spine as Jarret struggled in vain to free himself.

"Ah, you're finally awake." Tony was standing in the open doorway.

"Fuck you, let me go!" Jarret roared.

Tony smiled and slowly approached the football stud as he desperately tried to wriggle free, like a fish caught on a hook. "I hope you don't mind, I wanted to finish our conversation in private."

Jarret continued to struggle and curse. "Get me out of this now, or I swear-" his threats cut short when he noticed the baseball bat in Tony's hands.

Tony scoffed. "I'd settle down if I were you, you're hardly in a position to be making demands."

The wicked look on Tony's face chilled Jarret to the bone as he rested the bat on his shoulder. "We've got a score to settle. The last time we were alone like this, you stomped on my junk with your cleats. That was excessive." Tony said flatly.

Jarret's eyes darted down when he realized he was wearing the very footwear. "Look bro, I'm sorry I roughed you up . . . I just, I had to look out for my reputation . . ." Jarret stuttered and winced as Tony slowly swung the bat between his legs and he jumped when the Louisville Slugger connected with his crotch. Luckily for Jarret, his protective cup absorbed the blow. Jarret sighed with relief.

Tony swung the bat into Jarret's crotch again, this time harder and faster, catching Jarret off guard and causing the jock to grunt in surprise. "Listen, just let me go and I won't tell anyone-"

The bat flew down and hit Jarret square in the junk before he could finish the sentence. The quarterback coughed, pulling hard against his bonds.

Blow after blow, Tony continued to hammer away at the trapped football player's exposed groin. He wondered how long Jarret's cup would hold up to constant barrage. Of course in the end, it wouldn't matter - he had a feeling he wouldn't have to wait for long.

Jarret grunted and cringed under Tony's withering assault. Though the cup shielded his genitals from the majority of the strikes, the relentless collisions with the baseball bat left Jarret's gonads sore and bruised. Jarret grit his teeth and looked inward in a desperate attempt to wall away the pain when suddenly he was snapped back into reality by the sound of plastic breaking.

Tony grinned when he heard it, having lost count, he no longer cared about keeping track and slammed the Louisville Slugger into Jarret's crotch again. Jarret cried out and gurgled as Tony sent the bat between his legs again.

The sound of plastic snapping was unmistakable.

Tony continued to hammer Jarret's groin until the cracking noises ceased and the end of his bat found it's mark with a dull 'thud'. Jarret's eyes opened wide and he screamed, his body bucking like a dying stallion.

Tony tossed the bat and knelt down between his rival legs. Jarret was unable to speak and gasping for air, but Tony saw the fear and anger in his eyes. "This all could have been avoided if you'd simply listened to me. I told you to stay away from my sister and did you?"

"I never touched Jenny." Jarret coughed and shook his head.

Tony's eyes blazed at the mention of his sister's name. "That's not the way she remembers it." He replied coldly.

Jarret blinked, deciding on whether to lie. "Yeah, OK you're right, but we never did anything."

Tony shook his head. "You forced yourself on my little sister, and when she stood up for herself, you abandoned her in the middle of nowhere at night."

Jarret gulped. "We were fighting, she told me to leave . . ."

Jarret's body shuddered as Tony reached into the leg of Jarret's shorts and after rummaging around for a few seconds, pulled free the shattered cup. Hairline cracks stretched across the plastic shielding like spiderwebs and a 5 inch split ran down the center. Jarret's eyes widened and he gasped as Tony inspected his handiwork before tossing the cup aside.

"Ok bro, enough, you made your point." Jarret groaned as Tony delved his hands back into Jarret's shorts, sliding his hand up into his jock and cupped the football star's balls.

Tony smirked as he felt Jarret's sweaty nuts rub against his palm and clamped his fist tight.

Jarret gasped. "Fucking fag, let go of my nuts!"

Tony smiled as he fondled and squeezed Jarret's manhood, his two ripe plums hanging heavily in a fat, juicy sac.

"That's the trouble with you meat-heads on the football team; all you want is to have a good time." Tony remarked as he pressed Jarret's nuts even harder.

Jarret groaned as his rival took his testicles to task, twisting and grinding his nutsac with ruthless efficiency. He was utterly helpless and they both knew it. Jarret tried to put on a brave front, but he knew he was in trouble the moment he discovered his arms and legs tied down.

Tony glared at Jarret as he mercilessly pumped Jarret's big throbbing balls. The quarterback's handsome face was contorted in a mask of pain and his square jaw was locked as his teeth were clenched.

A small grunt escaped Jarret's throat and his cock quivered. "Oh, no." He whispered.

Tony grinned fiendishly and kept going.

"Please . . . stop . . ." Jarret pleaded, his dick already twitching. Tony ignored his rival and adjusted his grip just as his cock began to spew, filling his shorts with a big load of his jock-juice.

Wracked with orgasm, the quarterback let out a loud throaty moan that seemed to echo throughout the room.

"Fuck." Jarret groaned, his head drooped down looking spent and exhausted.

Tony smiled, climbing back to his feet and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going? You can't just leave me here!" Jarret bellowed.

Tony was back a moment later holding something small and black. "Don't worry, I've got more activities planned for us."

Jarret's eyes narrowed with fear as Tony reached in his shorts and pulled out his nutsac. In a matter of moments he stuffed one and then both of his nuts through the band. The fit was snug, and caused his balls to bulge down to the bottom of his scrotum.

"What's that for?" He whispered, already fearing the answer.

"You'll see," was Tony's only response as he continued to stretch the trapped stud's poor nuts. When he was satisfied, Tony took aim and smashed Jarret's delicate gonads with his fist.

Jarret shrieked out in pain, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest.

Tony hammered away at Jarret's balls animal-like ferocity while the tight band held his nuggets firmly in place. Tony must have landed over a dozen blows before he stopped to pause and watch Jarret shoot off another huge load of cum in his shorts.

"Ohhh, so soon? I thought you big guys were supposed to be known for having more stamina." Tony quipped, but he got no reaction out of Jarret. The football player was completely out of it. Jarret was nearly unconscious, his eyes were rolled back and slumped back against the wall.

Tony chuckled and bent down to examine Jarret's manhood. His balls were swollen and red. Tony gave them a short squeeze and stood up.

"None of this would have happened if you just stayed away from my sister." Tony said in a low monotone as he stared down at Jarret's sprawled body. Jarret's head snapped back at the sound of Tony's voice and for a few fleeting seconds, the two rivals locked eyes. Tony saw fear and desperation in those eyes, but there was not a hint of remorse.

Tony clenched his fists and lifted his leg until it hovered over Jarret's groin. Jarret's eyes went wide and he frantically shook his head. "No, please . . . please, don't I -"

Jarret screamed as Tony's sneaker jammed down between his legs. Both of his nuts were simultaneously smashed between Tony's heel and the ground. Before Jarret knew what was happening, Tony slammed his down into Jarret's balls twice more. Jarret's whole face went pale and in seconds he was vomiting all over himself. Tony stepped back to get out of the splash zone and waited for the fit to end.

The pain was incredible and disorienting to Jarret. The room felt like it was spinning and the smell of his own puke was making him nauseous. Jarret fought to keep his eyes open, but even that task was proving to be too much for him and slowly he drifted off.

Tony checked to make sure he was out before he untied Jarret's arms and legs. Then he reached down and gently removed the thick rubber band off of his swollen nutsac. Tony was surprised at the ease with which he was able to pull the band off. He paused and was shocked when he discovered Jarret's big reddened sac contained only one ball. Tony worked his fingers from one end to the other, but again he failed to find Jarret's missing testicle. Tony's experience with male anatomy was extensive, and yet several seconds passed before he realized what had happened. What he'd done. Tony swallowed hard as the realization hit him.


The rumors swirled around the halls of Ridgemont High the next day when Jarret Russo was found unconscious in the men's locker room. An ambulance was called and he was rushed to the hospital where it was discovered that he suffered from a ruptured testicle. His doctors and parents were all flabbergasted by his lapse in memory that prevented him from telling them what happened. The only clue, a shattered protective cup was found suggested that the device had failed at some point during football practice and resulted in the injury. Of course, that wasn't true, but Jarret was the only one who knew that - and Tony.

Eventually Tony told his sister what had happened that night he'd fought Jarret to win back her honor. Jenny was shocked at first, but the feeling quickly gave way to gratitude and respect. She hugged Tony tight, with tears in her eyes she whispered, "thank you."

- Jarret Russo is based on Tom Salvitore -

- Jarret tied up -

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Eric and Jake College Buddies Series: The Man of Eric's Dreams

Jake's bare testicles made a resounding 'smack' as Eric's fist drove between the center of the fat orbs, flattening them against his roommate's pelvis. Jake groaned and his eyes widened. Eric leaned back and watched Jake's broad chest rise and fall rapidly, savoring the surge of adrenaline as it flooded into his bloodstream.

Jake was naked from head to toe, lying back on his bed in a pool of his own sweat. The muscles in his abdomen tightened and his limbs strained. Eric licked his lips as his eyes settled on his roommate's awe-inspiring manhood as it hung heavily between his thighs. The big jock's erection had already grown to its full height, towering over a pair of two meaty balls that hung proudly in their soft, hairy sac.

Jake winced, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

"OK, I'm ready." He nodded, a slight smirk curling in the corner of his mouth.

Eric winked back at him and brought his arm back before sending it into the jock's hefty gonads, his knuckles connected with Jake's juicy nuts with another 'smack'. The brief delay of pain was merely the calm before the storm, and as the full affect of the blow set in, Jake's body shuddered, causing him to curl up in a ball and moan.

"Man, that last one was just mean." Jake croaked, his head dropping back onto his pillow.

Despite his grumbles, Jake’s hardon was already oozing precum. Eric chuckled quietly to himself and smacked Jake's rigid cock just for fun, watching it slap against his washboard abs.

Jake let out another long, soft moan. His dick twitched.

With one hand wrapped around Jake's meaty cock, Eric cupped Jake's big balls and kneaded the precious organs with the other hand. 

Jake grit his teeth, his eyes fixed on Eric.

Eric winked again, and a large smile spread across his face. With both hands now closed around each gonad, Eric gave Jake's juicy plums a single hard tug.

Jake gasped for air, but his cock quivered.

Eric grinned and squeezed harder, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh of Jake's plump balls.

Jake's moans continued to grow in volume and pitch as Eric turned up the intensity, grinding and squeezing the ample orbs with renewed zeal. Jake opened and closed his eyes, trying to blink away the tears that had begun to form.

Eric watched Jake's dick tremor, a constant stream of clear liquid trickling down the length of the meat pole as he continued to twist and squash Jake's proud baby-makers. Jake's lips twitched as his cum-laden balls tightened within Eric's vice-like grip and his body tensed.

Panting heavily, Jake threw his head back and released a throaty moan, and a thick spurt of thick, hot cum erupted from Jake's pulsating cock. It arced a good three feet, and Jake cried out as his testicles churned out the fresh, white spunk which quickly covered Eric's shoulders and Jake's chest. It ran down their bodies, like slick rich baby batter, and dripped onto the white sheets.

A couple seconds later, Eric let go of Jake's nuts and fell back, exhausted.

Jake moaned softly in pain and grabbed his tormented balls.

Eric grinned, pleased with his handiwork.

"You OK?" Eric asked after a while.

Jake opened his eyes and grunted as he shifted the grip on his sore manhood.

"Sure little bud, I'll be fine." He said with a smile. "Give me a few minutes before the next round, OK?”

Eric smiled back and crawled along side of him until he was staring into Jakes eyes. Jake stared back with a warm, knowing smile. 

"Let me give you a hand," Eric said. Reaching out, he began to fondle his roommate's balls. Despite having just been emptied, they still felt heavy and full.

Eric grinned, rolling Jake's huge nuts between his fingers, he leaned in close. "I've been waiting to do this for a long time." He whispered.

Jake leaned in too. "I know." He replied softly, their lips nearly touching.

Eric gently pulled Jake's nutsac, drawing him in closer -


The blare of Eric's alarm snapped him out of his bed with a jolt. He rubbed his eyes and scanned the room, unsure of his surroundings. The red digitized numbers on his alarm clock blinked 8:00. Eric reached over and hit the snooze button and settled back under his blankets, hoping to go back to sleep. He laid there awake in bed for several minutes before he gave up and pushed the covers back.

It had been several months since the night that Eric and Jake had gotten drunk together and played truth or dare. As a confident heterosexual, Jake boasted that girls were the only thing that got him off, a claim that Eric happily challenged. With two cases of beer on the line, Eric wagered that he could make Jake blow a big hunky load in five minutes flat. Despite his roommate's protests, Eric managed to milk Jake's bloated balls, forcing the stud to spill his cream all over himself.

Ever since, Eric noticed their relationship had changed as Jake slowly distanced himself from him. It didn't happen all at once, but Eric couldn't shake the feeling that his roommate was avoiding him. Jake rarely spent his time in their room during the day, spending most of his time out of the building, only to return late at night after Eric fell asleep. Eric tried to patch things up several times, but nothing seemed to work.

Eric worried that he'd wrecked their relationship beyond repair. Of course he still lusted over his roommate, but his friendship with Jake had been real and he didn't want to throw that away. Several more weeks passed without improvement. When spring break came along, the two boys said their goodbyes before leaving for vacation.

Eric spent an uneventful week home, catching up with his friends from high school and spending time with his family. When he got back to college, he was please to discover Jake's mood had thawed. Perhaps it was the physical separation that had helped or something else entirely, but when Jake returned he was back to his old self.

Eric was happy to have the old Jake back and they soon fell into their old routines as if nothing had ever happened, walking to classes to together and sharing meals in the dining hall. He did his best not to do anything that might screw that up.

But Eric often thought about that fateful night when he’d tried to force their relationship to the next level. It was stupid of course, and he knew well enough not to mention it, but it was constantly on his mind - and influencing his dreams. While he'd been away at home, his nightly fantasies involving Jake had ceased, but now that he was back, they seemed to have returned as well, plaguing his nights with thoughts that could never become reality.


Eric headed toward his dorm, cutting through the quad, he waved to a group of students he recognized from his English class sitting at the picnic table nearby. After a full day of classes, he was thankful to be heading home. He was in such a good mood, he whistled all the way as he climbed the stairs up to the third floor and down the hall.

When Eric got to his room, he found Jake bustling about pant-less. 

"Hey pal," Jake turned to greet him as he entered the room. "Sorry about the mess, but I've got a date with Stephanie tonight and I'm trying to get ready."

Eric nodded, happy to get a glimpse of the attractive young jock, Eric's eyes wandered down to where the tails of Jake's white button down shirt ended, revealing a snug-fit pair of grey boxer briefs.

"That's alright." Eric said, placing his book bag down on his bed.

"Thanks, I told her I'd pick her up in twenty minutes." Jake said, turning aside as he resumed his search. "But I can't find my black dress slacks, have you seen them?"

Eric shook his head. "Sorry, I haven't."

"I can't find them anywhere." Jake shrugged, bending down, he began searching through a pile of clothing on the floor.

Eric's mouth dropped as his eyes immediately locked onto Jake's ass as he bent down. His big, meaty bulge dangled invitingly, framed between his muscular thighs. Eric began to salivate as he stared at the two obvious lumps where Jake's two huge nuts rested comfortably beneath the cotton fabric.

Unable to resist and arching his leg back, Eric swung his foot up between Jake's spread legs, flattening the bulge in his underwear like a pancake.

Jake opened his mouth wide and cried out in pain, collapsing on the floor.

Eric laughed hysterically, watching as his roommate cupping his crotch and whimper in pain.

"Ugh, not cool dude." Jake mumbled. "I told you I've got a date tonight."

That made Eric laugh even harder. "Sorry dude," he managed after a few more bouts of laughter. "I just couldn't help myself." He declared honestly.

Eric's laughter must have been infections, because after a while, even Jake joined in.

"It can't be that bad," Eric chuckled, pointing down at Jake's crotch, the front of his underwear starting to tent with a growing erection. 

"Oh shit." Jake yelped, stuffing his hand down his shorts. "No, no, no, I can't start out the date with a boner."

"I'm sure Stephanie won't mind." Eric grinned.

Jake shook his head. "No dude, I'm serious, this thing's a ticking time bomb. What do you think will happen if we start making out and I prematurely blow my wad? I don't want Stephanie to think I'm some sort of sexual deviant!" 

"I don't know." Eric shrugged. "What do you want me to do?"

"Come on man, you started it, this is your fault." Jake tried in vain to hold down his penis, but the moment he let go it sprang back up in defiance. "Help me get rid of it!"

Eric sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "Alright, move your hands out of the way, and spread your legs."

Jake looked worried. "Why?"

"Just do it." Eric replied brusquely.

Jake scowled at his roommate, but did as he was told.

"Eric, what are you doing?"

"Relax, I'm taking care of it." 


Eric didn't bother replying, sending his sneaker clad foot down into Jake's crotch, crunching his gonads with a sick 'thud'.

"Owwww." Jake winced in pain and curled into a ball. "Quit kicking me in the nuts!" he shouted.

"Shush. You asked for my help and I'm giving it you," Eric quipped as he grabbed the jock's ankles and spread the legs apart as wide as he could. 

Jake groaned, seeing what he was in store for and grit his teeth as Eric's stomped his foot down on his crotch. 

Jake gasped and his eyes bulged out.

Eric slammed his foot down between Jake's legs, causing the young stud to wail. 

Holding his foot in place, Eric grit his teeth and with a look of grim determination, continued to grind Jake's poor nuggets against the sole of his shoe.

Jake's lips trembled, his mouth opened wide in a silent scream. 

Caught between Eric's size 11's and the cold tile floor, Jake's love spuds were mashed as Eric pumped his foot up and down.

Jake let out a hoarse moan.

His dick was hard as a rock, trapped inside his underwear, a wet ring of precum forming around its head.

Eric grinned, twisting his shoe into Jake's nuts a final time as Jake arched his back and his body tensed. 

All at once, Jake's body convulsed and his balls pulsated as his underwear was flooded with his man-juice. His boxers turned dark and wet.

Giving his roommate a smirk, he pressed his foot down into Jake's soggy nuts one last time for good measure, squeezing out the last drips of cum.

Jake was panting, his body covered in sweat.

Eric waited until his roommate's dick stopped twitching and then pointed down at his deflated crotch. "Look, problem solved."

Jake whimpered, looking down to discover that his hard-on had indeed disappeared. A fresh wave of nausea seemed to wash over his body, causing the jock's eyes to cross and lose focus. He groaned, clutching his crotch, and slowly lurched sideways onto the floor . . .


Eric stirred under his covers, awaking to the sound of the door opening. Looking out the window, he could see that sunrise was still several hours away. He rolled over, pulling the sheets over his head and began to drift back to sleep, listening as Jake moved around the room in the dark.

"Eric? Are you awake?" Jake whispered.

"No." Eric mumbled through his blankets.

"Oh . . ." Jake paused, not sure what to say. "I was hoping we could talk."

"What? Now?" Eric could hear the concern in his voice. He sat up in his bed and turned on his desk light, flooding the room with a soft yellow glow. Jake's face looked pale, contrasting his otherwise dark complexion. He was pacing back and forth, wearing nothing but a pair of red boxer shorts.

"What's wrong?" Eric asked.

Jake stopped mid-stride and scratched his forehead. "I was at the doctor's today and got some bad news."

"Are you alright?" Eric sat up, more alert now. "Tell me what happened."

Jake paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "I was there for my annual physical, you know - and the doctor found something during the examination.”

Eric's eyes went wide. "What'd he say?"

Jake shook his head. "There's a problem with my . . ." Jake swallowed hard. "my nuts." Slowly Jake pulled down his boxers, revealing his beautiful, thick cock and two large, pendulous balls. Lifting his dick out of the way, Jake cupped his mighty gonads in his hand and presented them to Eric.

"You see?" Jake said, giving his heavy nutsac a light tug.

Eric swallowed hard, staring at his roommate's twin orbs with wonder. He assumed Jake was playing at some sort of joke, but the worried expression on the jock's face was real.

"What's wrong with them?" Eric stammered after a long moment.

"The doctor said that they're too big." Jake said solemnly. 

Eric had to stifle a laugh. It was true that his roommate owned the biggest set he'd ever seen on a guy, but it was hard to believe that they would become a health risk.

Jake shook his head as if he could read Eric's thoughts. "I know it sounds crazy, but I'm serious. The doc checked them out and said they're swollen, and something about a blockage."

Eric wiped the sleep from his eyes. "What does that mean?"

Jake sighed, gently caressing his manhood. "I'm shooting blanks." He said flatly. "They did a test to make sure, my sperm count's close to zero."

Eric looked down at Jake's imposing gonads and shook his head in disbelief. "Can it be treated?"

Jake scoffed. "Yeah, he said surgery might help."

"Might?" Now it was Eric's turn to look incredulous.

"Yeah." Jake gave him a wry smile. "I'm sorry to bother you with this, it's just got me worried. The doctor said I'd have to make a decision soon, the longer I wait increases the chances for long-term damage, maybe even cancer."

Eric shook his head. "I'm sorry man, that sucks."

"Yeah." Jake repeated.

"Maybe you should get a second opinion." Eric suggested.

Jake nodded his head slowly. "Maybe."

Eric could see that Jake was truly shaken up and he wanted to help. "If there's anything I can do . . ."

Jake seemed to wait for him to finish the thought, but Eric didn't know what else to say.

"Actually, there is one thing that came to mind."

"Sure, anything." Eric replied.

"It's kind of a big favor." Jake hesitated.

"Fine, what is it?" Eric asked impatiently.

"The doctor said that if blockage was to get dislodged, I won't need to have surgery."

Jake cast his eyes down on the floor. "I was thinking maybe you could, you know, help."

"How? Jake, I'm no doctor." Eric said.

"I know, but maybe you could hit me down there a few times and loosen things up." Jake whispered.

Eric shook his head. "What do you mean, like, kick you in the junk?"

Jake nodded. "Yeah, I guess . . ."

Eric sat quietly a moment to ponder the implications of what Jake was asking.

Jake sighed. "Look, I know it sound's crazy but it's important," he said genuinely. "You're the only friend I know I can trust."

Eric was genuinely moved by his roommates plight, but he was also eager to have another crack at those nuts. "OK, I'll do it."

Jake sighed with relief. "Thanks buddy, I really appreciate it."

Eric nodded, casting his eyes down at Jake's crotch. "Perhaps we should try something easy first. Maybe some light squeezes?"

"Yeah, OK, whatever you think." Jake said, releasing his nutsac, he thrust his hips forward. His massive gonads swayed between his legs. "You're the expert."

Eric glanced up at him to determine if Jake was being sarcastic, but decided he was sincere. Reaching out, he grabbed Jake's sac and squeezed his beefy balls, digging his fingers deep into the soft nut meat.

"Shit." Jake grimaced, stunned by the initial wave of pain that flooded his body.

Eric paused. "You OK?"

"Yeah," Jake nodded his head, still grimacing. "It's alright, keep going."

Eric shrugged and tightened his grip, he squished and squashed Jake's nuts for what to Jake seemed like an eternity, causing him to groan and gnash his teeth.

 After only a few minutes of squeezing his big, manly gonads, Jake's face was pale and he looked like he might faint.

"Squeezing might not get us where we need to be." Eric said finally as he slowly tugged down on Jake's nuts, stretching them out to the base of his scrotum.

Jake looked relieved as Eric paused, giving his already sore nuts a small reprieve.

"I've got it." Eric snapped his fingers far too quickly for Jake's liking. He stood up and faced his roommate. Jake was the taller by far, towering over Eric by 6 inches at least.
"Would you mind spreading your legs a little?"

Jake looked nervously back at his roommate, but did what he asked, widening his stance by several inches. His heavy, low-hanging nuts dangled invitingly between his two muscular thighs.

"And would you mind holding your penis out of the way?" Eric asked. "I wouldn't want to hit that by mistake."

Jake shot Eric another worried look, but again he did as he was told, holding his dick up against his stomach. Even soft, Jake's cock was a monster. 

With a clear path to Jake's baby-makers, Eric grabbed his roommate's beefy shoulders and lifted his knee up into Jake's low hangers. Eric's bony knee cap connected with Jake's oversized testicles and drove them into his pelvis, making Jake yelp in pain. 

Eric tightened his grip on Jake's shoulders and rammed his knee into Jake's crotch, pounding his balls again. Jake croaked as he was lifted off the ground and doubled over.

Despite the pain, Jake's dick began to twitch.

Jake wailed as Eric hammered his precious plums into his crotch over and over, causing the jock to moan louder and louder. 

When Eric finally let up, Jake's strength was sapped, holding his crotch and teetering on the verge of collapse.

At the same time his erection hand grown and was rock hard.

Taking a break, Eric stroked his chin as if deep in thought.

"Dude, I gotta call it quits." Jake said, gently massaging his nuts. They had taken on a distinct pink color and looked swollen. "My boy's can't handle much more."

Eric shook his head sympathetically. "Just a little longer." 

Under Eric's direction, Jake sat down on the edge of Eric's bed, allowing his two oversized globes to hang down off the side of the mattress. 

Eric grabbed Jake's rigid member, pumping the shaft several times. Then he lifted his leg and brought his knee down hard between Jake's legs, squishing Jake's plump testicles into his thigh.

Jake almost squealed, the pitch of his voice jumping an entire octave.

Eric twisted his roommate's cock and planted his knee down on top of his balls, causing Jake to roar in pain. 

Eric grinned and pulled away his leg as he sensed Jake's dick begin to convulse.

"Fuck." Jake whispered as the pressure in his loins rose.

Suddenly, Jake's cock started blasting loads of thick white cum.

Eric pointed his shaft down into his open palm, allowing filling it up with Jake's sticky juice.

"Sorry." Jake apologized once the orgasm ceased.

"No worries." Eric said cheerfully, wiping his hands with a dirty shirt he'd found on the floor. "Better out than in."

"Thanks." Jake said with a weak smile.

Eric nodded and smiled back.

Suddenly overcome by wariness, Jake let out a long yawn. "I'm beat. I think I should go to bed."

Eric inspected the contents of his nutsac and shook his head. "They still look pretty full."

Jake gave Eric a weary look. "Dude, I'm exhausted."

"We're not done yet. I thought you wanted me to help you." Eric said sternly.

"I do." Jake admitted. "I'm just tired - and my nuts hurt like hell, but I'll do whatever it takes."

A mischievous smile crossed Eric's face. If nothing else, his roommate was determined.
Eric had Jake lie down. Once he was comfortable, Eric climbed into bed along side him, he grabbed Jake's manhood, pumping his dick with one hand and crunching his nuts with the other.

Jake moaned softly, and after several more minutes, he let out loud throaty groan and shot out a second, equally impressive load into Eric's hands.

Eric brought his hand up to his face and tasted the salty splooge. He smiled and didn't stop until his palm was clean. 

Sleepiness soon began to claim them both, but Eric pressed on, continuing to bust and pump his roommate's manhood for as long as he could until he gently fell asleep.


Eric awoke to bright sunlight bathing his face in warmth. It was the weekend, so he knew there was no rush to rise. Eric considered pulling the shades, but decided that the window was too far away for him to bother. He vividly recalled the previous night's dreams and he preferred to get back to them. 

Reaching for the covers, he tried to pull them up but found that they would not budge.

Grumbling to himself, Eric rolled over and gasped as he discovered the large, hulking frame of his roommate lying naked next to him. Eric nearly jumped out of the bed, staring in disbelief as Jake lied on his back, snoring softly.

Eric's mind raced as he attempted remember what had happened. Slowly the memories of the previous night came to him, as Eric realized that it had all been real. He swallowed hard, allowing the reality to settle in. Then peeling back the covers, Eric gazed at Jake's thick 8 inch morning wood lifted to great him. Eric felt his own penis harden in response. Curling up next to Jake, Eric wrapped his fingers around his roommate's manhood and drifted back to sleep.

- Jake is based on the model Bernardo Velasco -