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 -

Friday, April 29, 2016

Foreign Exchange - Part 5 - Liam Interrupted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then… BAM!

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

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

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

Paul snickered quietly and withdrew his foot.

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

Liam let out a moan.

“Yes, yes, he’s fine.” Julie replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Liam is based on Carl from Chaosmen -

Saturday, April 23, 2016

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

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

(31%)  Liam

(28%)  Trey

(43%) Kiero

(18%) Someone else

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

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

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

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

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Foreign Exchange - Part 4 - Playthings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oww, Julie, please…”  Liam moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Liam shook his head slowly, still holding himself.

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

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

Julie smiled.  She had him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Liam nodded back dumbly.  “Ugh-huh.”

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

“Oh, absolutely!”  Liam said enthusiastically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, without a warning, SNAP!

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

Julie sunk her thumbs into the swollen orbs.

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

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

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

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

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

- Liam is based on Carl from Chaosmen -

Thursday, February 25, 2016

What's next for poor Liam?

We've seen Liam's affections for American heart-throb Julie turned against him, and Paul (Julie's little brother) defend his sister's honor.  In both cases, Liam's got his nuts wrung out for it!  Now here comes the big question...what's next for Liam?

Does Liam finally get lucky with Julie, or continuously busted and milked dry by Paul?  Or does Liam's nuts get cracked for good?

If Liam was getting a vote, I think I know which way he'd prefer it, but I'd like to hear what everyone else thinks!

Some people have come out strongly toward the Irish ginger losing his balls...

“Not sure if I’m speaking for a majority or a minority here but I’d definitely like to see some permanent damage on Liam’s manhood.” 
- Anonymous

“No, I hope the band does it’s work and Liam is not the wiser.  I like the idea of his boy berries wither on the vine.”
- Anonymous

And others have been weighing in and supporting Liam (and his bruised, but intact, nuts!)

“I didn’t see that coming! I really hope this won’t be the end of Liam’s balls!” 
- Alex

“Oh no! Save Liam’s poor nuts!” 
- Jimmy


I haven't made a decision either way, but I do see some concerns with Liam getting de-nutted - namely, how can he keep getting busted if his balls are gone? Also keep in mind I plan on Trey's hefty danglers to be exposed to some extreme trauma in the next story series.

Let me know what you'd like to see in the comments.  I'm open to several possibilities, so make sure you share your thoughts in the comments and you might just read about it here!

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Foreign Exchange - Part 3 - Banded

Liam’s gaze drifted downward lazily as he watched Julie’s head bobbing up and down in his lap.  He listened to the quiet slurping noises emanated from her mouth as she sucked on his rigid member. 

Liam couldn’t remember anything feeling so good in his life - instead, he simply laid back and enjoyed it as her tongue went around and around the crown of his prick.  His erection was already hard as a slab of granite and in a few more moments, he’d reward her with some of his own baby-batter, sliding down the back of her throat.

As if she had read his mind, Julie released Liam’s cock from her eager mouth and let it slap against his flat stomach with a loud ‘PLOP!’

“Oops! Must have slipped,” Julie said with a devilish grin.

“Don’t want that,” Liam replied, licking his lips expectantly.

Julie smiled and grabbed his cock, sliding the slick pole between her fingers.  Amazingly to Liam, her hand felt even better than her mouth!

She jerked him off in long, teasing strokes, sending shivers through his spine.  Liam moaned with lust, pleading her to keep going. 

Then he felt her begin to massage his ballsac.  Slow at first, in a clockwise she gently kneaded and squeezed his balls which somehow made the handjob feel even better.

“Yes, please…” he muttered, unable to finish his thought from the pleasure he was experiencing.

Julie smiled as she continued to play with his gonads in her hand, palpitating the dense, spongy orbs between her fingers - all while pumping his cock faster and faster.  The excitement in his loins soon filled his entire body. It felt so good, he never wanted it to end.

A nasty twist to his baby-makers made the lean Irish stud gasp, but he was so horny that a little ball misery wasn’t going to prevent him from cumming.

Liam felt the euphoria begin to build and he knew he might blow his load at any moment. At the same time, Julie’s grip got even tighter on Liam’s dangling love-spuds.

“Yes, yes…” Liam grunted and his hips began to undulate. “Yes, keep doing it…keep doing it!  I don’t care if you squeeze my fucking bollocks off, just don’t stop!”

Liam’s nuts were yanked down hard, stretching his scrotum as far as it would go and twin orbs were crushed into a vicious nut claw.  The force brought to bare on the tender flesh caused the shape of the plump gonads to deform forced a wail from the Irish stud.

The pain would have stopped a mustang in his tracks, but Liam’s teenage lobido steamed along.

Within seconds, Liam’s dick was shooting one large glob after another of thick, white cream.

Liam moaned, both in pleasure and pain in his contracting balls as he shot his load like a geyser, painting his thighs and stomach with a seemingly never-ending reserve of his seed.

First eight, then ten… it wasn’t until the fourteenth blast that his cock finally stopped shuddering.

Liam moaned again, finally coming down from his climax to fall smack dab in to a painful ball ache. 

He moaned, and tried rolling over, but he couldn’t and simply let newfound surge in fatigue take over until he drifted back to sleep.

Paul grinned like a fiend at the sound of Liam’s light snores and gently jangled the loose, warm testicles resting in his hand.  Now that they were empty, they felt a bit lighter than before. They looked almost silly, covered in pink wrinkly skin that was set in direct contrast to the pale white skin of Liam’s legs.  

He ran his finger through the cool sperm that was crusting over on Liam’s skin. Better to be jerked out of him than used to fill his sister’s womb, he reasoned.  Liam was due to stay with the family for another few months, but draining the teenage boy was becoming a chore that was losing it’s luster. 

Sure, it’d been fun to bust Liam’s balls at first, especially since he was so expressive when hit below the belt!  He’d huff and puff and his eyes would cross before dropping to the ground.  Paul had even made a game of trying to see how many strikes he could make before Liam went down.  And milking his dick dry wasn’t all that hard either, since Liam seemed to be horny most of the time…which was usual for teenage boys, of course, but that didn’t make Paul’s life any easier.  After more than a week of depriving poor Liam of his seed, Paul was beginning to get tired of his self-appointed roll of protecting his sister’s honor.  That’s why he’d spent the last day or so reading up on castration. 

Paul had taken a few days to get used to the idea.  Eventually he’d decided there was only one way to make sure Liam didn’t make him an uncle - but how would he do it?  The use of chemicals seemed out of the question, so the only practical option left was manual castration.

The thought of breaking Liam’s balls, though entertaining, perhaps, had difficulties of it’s own.  Cutting could lead to a big bloody mess that he didn’t have the stomach for, and smashing seemed equally unlikely.  Despite their softness and malleability, Liam’s nuts were stubbornly strong and resistant. De-nutting the Irish teen bare handed had proven useless, along with kicking or kneeing poor Liam in the nads, and the thought of using something hard like book or a hammer seemed equally unlikely.

Paul had all but thrown his hands up in failure, until he read about banding.  It appeared to be a common enough practice with livestock - just take a bit of rubber or plastic, wrap it around the neck of the scrotum until blood flow is constricted, and let the testicles wither like grapes on a nicked vine.

Paul had scoured the house for something suitable.  At first he’d considered a thick rubber band from his desk drawer, but the initial trials had ended with it snapping in half.  That’s when he thought to go to his father’s work-bench in the garage and found the rubber gasket.

Paul rolled the pink orbs within Liam’s nutsac and watched them shift in his grasp. 

“You’re kids are going to feel this one,” he mused as he slid the black piece of rubber against the base of Liam’s scrotum. 

It was tough going and Liam’s balls were much too big to fit easily through the tiny whole.  Paul had to isolate Liam’s nuts and try feeding them through one at a time.  Even then, Liam’s plump testicles did not want to budge and Paul was forced to squeeze and manipulate Liam’s manhood until, finally, Liam’s left ball was forced through the other side and separated from its comrade. 

The Irish boy groaned and shifted in his sleep.

Paul grunted with some measure of satisfaction and went back to work.

Liam’s right nut was even more troublesome than the left.  Paul swore as he spent over twenty minutes trying to press the slippery nugget through the rubber ring, but the stubborn bullock didn’t go easily.  When it finally did pass, it crashed into Liam’s waiting left testicle, causing the red-headed teen to cry out in his sleep.

“Finally,” Paul huffed as he inspected the two orbs bunched together against the tight rubber ring.  The skin around Liam’s balls was tight and shiny, already turning a rosey-pink.

“Nice,” Paul said to himself and gave Liam’s nuts a short squeeze.  They wouldn’t be going anywhere so long as they were trapped at the base of his sack. “You’re going to have a rough few hours, I think.  By the time you wake up tomorrow morning, your balls are going to be so sore, I bet you won’t be able to walk.”

Paul pinched the fat danglers between his fingers one last time before throwing the sheet back over him.

Liam moaned gently as he slumbered, never waking all the while his nuts slowly asphyxiated.

- Liam is based on Carl from Chaosmen -