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.
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.
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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 -
