A kinky story written by Alex Nehling

Provided by BallbustingBoys.org | Illustration by Theo Blaze

Benjamin Cox sighed and looked at his watch. Midnight. His shift had only just begun, and 6 hours of boredom lay ahead. One week ago, the 20 year old had taken a job at a security service that provided several companies with security personnel. He had hoped to be appointed to one of the hot night clubs – he had heard several juicy stories about the drunk, hot sluts who loved to bang the bouncers, and his fantasy had run wild. But the reality was different. Apparently, the company’s policy didn’t follow the sex dreams of young studs seeking work. Much to Ben’s regret, there was a policy of regular rotation: You could be assigned to one place one night, and to another one the next. In addition to that, you weren’t partnered with the same person every night.

As a trainee, Ben had spent every night of the week at the same boring mall. His shift began when the mall closed, and it ended early the following day when the day-shift arrived. He had been assigned to four different colleagues: a obnoxious, fat old fart on Monday; a monosyllabic black guy on Tuesday; a hot, red-haired MILF on Wednesday; and a boring guy in his early thirties on Thursday.

The nights had been incredibly, painfully boring. Nothing happened. Ben had quickly learnt that every one of his colleagues had a different way to pass the time: the old fart had brought some porn sleazy magazines and spent the night at the Starbuck’s, drinking coffee and eating brownies; the black guy had watched ESPN on one of the huge screens at the RadioShack store after doing some ‘shopping’ at Dick’s Sporting Goods; the MILF had tried to talk to him about her kids and her poodles; the Thursday guy just sat around and stared at him while they were sitting in their small office.

Thank God today the MILF would be on duty again. She could talk about her kids and her poodles all she wanted – Ben knew it wouldn’t take long and he would fuck her on one of the king sized bed’s in the Select Comfort store… He was a stud, tall and handsome, in perfect shape and always horny. There was no way she could resist him…

He looked at his watch again. Apparently she was late.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Ben quickly adjusted his crotch to make sure she couldn’t miss the nice, big bulge in his jeans. He was very confident that she’d be impressed by his giant equipment once she had seen it in all its shining glory.

Like most men, Ben tended to overestimate the impact that his genitals made on the opposite sex. His cock was larger than average, and his perfectly-shaped nuts were definitely not on the small side – but it was not like his organs were sensational, even though he was convinced otherwise…

Ben put on his best seducer smile and turned around. “Hi there”, he said in a low voice. When he saw his colleague, his smile disappeared and he didn’t try to hide his disappointment. “Oh.”

“Hi Ben”, Thursday guy said. He was wearing the same uniform as Ben, a hideous beige combination of trousers and shirt, with a black belt that held a walkie-talkie and a nightstick. His hair was dirty blond and cut short, his body was neither fat nor skinny, and there was nothing remotely special about him.

Ben grunted. “Where’s the hot chick?”

“Molly? Well, there was an emergency with her poodles and she asked me to take her shift.” The blond guy’s eyes were glued the prominent bulge in Ben’s crotch.

Ben hastily changed his position on the chair and cleared his throat. “So it’s us again, huh?”

The blond guy smiled and nodded.

Ben looked at him. “What was your name again?”

“Joseph”, the blond quickly said. “Or Joe.”

“Okay, Joe”, Ben sighed. “Frankly, I was expecting that hot chick—“

“Molly”, Joe said.

“—and I we were gonna have a great time together, so please excuse me if I’m not exactly thrilled to see you.”

Joe looked hurt. “Well—“

“Never mind”, Ben said, staring at the ceiling. Great. This night could have been so fantastic, and instead he was stuck with Joe. “So I guess we’ll stay here and wait for our shift to be over, right?”

Joe looked at him. “You know”, he said slowly. “I brought a DVD. We could break into the RadioShack and watch it.”

Ben raised his eyebrows. “What kind of movie? If it’s anything artsy I’m out.”

Joe grinned. “I’m sure you’ll like it. Why don’t we go down and have a look?”

Ben rolled his eyes and followed Joe through the deserted mall. They reached the RadioShack and Joe opened the glass door with a key from his key ring.

Joe pointed at a black leather couch in the middle of the room and Ben took a seat.

The 20 year old jock leaned back and admired the variety of TV screens in front of him. There were at least forty of fifty of them. A huge one right in front of his nose, several large ones at either side, and smaller ones on the wall shelves.

Joe disappeared behind a door marked “Authorized personnel only” and a few seconds later the screens in the store lit up, displaying “Enter DVD” on a blue screen.

As much as he hated missing an opportunity to get to know Molly better, Ben realized that he was looking forward to watching a movie on the huge TV screen. As long as Joe’s taste in films wasn’t too bad, this could turn out to be a great night. He was hoping for the third Transformers movie which he hadn’t seen yet. Or maybe The Dark Knight Rises? He had watched that one several times but he wouldn’t mind seeing it again.

The TV screens flickered and displayed the menu of a DVD. It was a simple list of clip titles. Obviously, Joe had assembled a couple of clips from the internet.

A though flashed through Ben’s mind. Maybe Joe had an illegal copy of a movie that wasn’t even out on DVD yet? The new Tarantino flick? That would be awesome!

The screens went black and the first clip started.

Ben waited expectantly, barely noticing that Joe had come back, a huge smile on his face.

When the film began, Ben felt like a rug was being pulled from under his feet. His jaw dropped as he watched the familiar setting of a makeshift movie studio. Wooden floor, large windows, a snooker table in the background.

Ben blinked. What the fuck?! He turned to Joe who just smiled at him.

Ben turned to the TV again. Front and center: a very impressive set of male genitalia in close up. The big dick was erect and pointing at the ceiling, the large pair of balls hanging low in their sac, swinging gently from left to right. The legs were spread apart, and suddenly, the peaceful still life was interrupted by a boot that came sailing up between the naked male’s thighs. The tip of the boot connected with the big, juicy testicles with a resounding thud, crunching the perfect pair of sperm tanks flat like pancakes. A miserable groan filled the empty store in Dolby Surround, followed by roaring laughter from a couple of unseen men.

“Oh, gotta turn the sound down”, Joe said and quickly disappeared.

A title card appeared, but Ben didn’t need it to tell him what he had just seen. He knew  that junk. He knew that boot. He knew that laughter. And he knew that he was fucked.

“Best of Ben”, Joe said, smiling. “That’s what it’s called. And it really is. It’s my favourite clip on the site!”

Ben stared at the screen as a new scene started, featuring his nuts getting brutally squeezed until his cock erupted in a fountain of creamy jizz.

Ben shuddered. He remembered the scene vividly and gingerly cupped his crotch.

“Don’t worry”, Joe said gently, sitting down next to Ben. “I won’t tell anybody.”

Ben stared at him. “What?! Why would you tell—“

“As I said”, Joe smiled. “I won’t tell anybody. After all, it would be very embarrassing, right? And it might cost you the job.”

Ben raised his eyebrows.

“I’m sure you’ve read the contract”, Joe explained. “We have very high standards…”

Ben opened his mouth to say something.

“But don’t worry”, Joe said quickly. “I won’t tell a soul! I promise.”

Ben blinked. This was unreal. Here he was, sitting on a couch with a stranger, while the various TV screens all over the store played a mind-boggling compilation of testicle destruction with Ben’s tender set of nuggets in the starring role.

“I’m a huge fan”, Joe smiled and blushed. “And when I saw you I knew right away that I knew you. It took me a little time to figure out where I’d seen you before.” Joe winked at Ben and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “I guess I’d only seen you naked before…” He chuckled and glanced at Ben’s bulging crotch. “You are my favorite. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy your clips.” He smiled sheepishly. “I have been a subscriber from the minute the site launched. And it was worth every penny! You wouldn’t believe how many loads I have shot playing your clips on my computer.” He blushed. “I’m your number 1 fan!”

Ben stared at him. He didn’t know what to say. One part of him felt flattered, another part felt embarrassed, and yet another part wanted to beat the shit out of this guy. Ben decided to play it cool. He just shrugged.

Joe bit his lower lip. “Can I, you know, see them? Like, the real thing?”

It took a moment for Ben to understand what Joe was asking. “You wanna see my junk?!” he said, jumping up from the couch.

Joe looked up at him, smiling brightly. This was so incredibly fantastic. The stud of his dreams right in front of him, with all the TV screens showing him naked and vulnerable, getting his nuts crunched and his cock milked. “That would be great!” he said.

Ben scoffed. “No way!”

Joe was disappointed. “Why not? It’s not like you are shy about showing it!” He pointed around the room where countless depictions of Ben’s vulnerable assets filled the screens.

“This is fucking insane”, Ben said, shaking his head. He walked towards the exit, trying not to look at the screens that flanked the way.

“Wait!” Joe’s voice was sharp and clear.

Ben stopped and turned around. “What?”

“Come back here”, Joe said. The gentle smile on his face didn’t hide the fact that he was dead serious. “Please.”

Ben reluctantly returned to stand in front of Joe who was still sitting on the couch.

“Take off your clothes”, Joe demanded, beaming with joy.

“No fucking way!”

Joe sighed. “You don’t want me to tell anyone, right? And I won’t.” He paused. “If you take off your clothes. Now.” His gaze dropped from Ben’s face to the huge bulge in his trousers that was right in front of his face.

Ben stared at Joe. “I told you, there’s no fucking way I—“

Ben’s protest was interrupted by a hard, quick punch to his bulging crotch.

Joe felt his fist connected with the tender flesh of Ben’s meaty nuggets and he let out a delighted yelp that sounded nothing like the miserable groan that escaped Ben’s lips.

Ben’s eyes bulged as the pain exploded in his loins. His mouth opened slightly and his body bent at the waist while his hands slowly made their way to the origin of the agony. He clasped his groin and coughed.

Joe grimaced in mock-sympathy. “Ouch. I bet that hurt. But you must be used to this. After all, I’ve seen you get your balls busted, like, a thousand times!”

Ben moaned. “Fuck you!”

“Take off your clothes, Ben”, Joe repeated. “Show me what you got…”

“Who do you think you are?” Ben groaned an agonized expression on his face. He was slightly leaning forward, his hands on his knees. “Fuck, you really got them…”

Joe grinned. “That was a good shot, wasn’t it?”

Ben cleared his throat. “Yup, it was.”

“Now take off your clothes”, Joe said.

Ben shook his head. “Sorry, man, but you’ll never—“

Joe’s fist smashed into Ben’s already hurting nuts for a second time, sinking into the soft mound between Ben’s thighs, crushing his nuts and causing Ben to let out an ear-shattering squeal.

“Fuck”, Ben whimpered in a high-pitched voice as Joe quickly undid his belt and pulled down his trousers.

Joe licked his lips, staring at the beautiful mound in Ben’s underwear. He could see the outline of Ben’s cock, and the pair of juicy plums that were resting below. He reached out and grabbed the waistband of Ben’s boxer briefs, feeling like a kid unwrapping a wonderful birthday gift.

“Wow”, he whispered as he pulled them down, revealing the perfect cock and the beautifully shaped testicles that he had admired in so many videos. “They are perfect.”

Ben couldn’t help but feel proud. He loved his junk, and he enjoyed the appreciation. The feeling of pride almost overshadowed the dull pain that was radiating from his tortured testicles.

“Hold your shirt up”, Joe said.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Ben did as he was told.

It was a ridiculous sight: The 20 year old jock standing in the middle of the store, his trousers at his ankles, holding his shirt so that his colleague had a clear view of his naked genitalia.

“Can I touch them?” Joe asked.

Ben sighed. What could he say to stop Joe? “Sure.”

Joe smiled and carefully cupped Ben’s big, juicy testicles in both of his hands. He gulped. They felt fantastic. They were warm and just a little bit sweaty, not totally hairless but not too bushy either. Joe licked his lips.

Despite all his efforts to remain calm, Ben’s cock slowly rose at the gentle touch of Joe’s hands.

Joe was mesmerized. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven. This was the most beautiful pair of balls he had ever touched. Not that he had touched that many balls.

Joe had married his high-school sweetheart when they both were 21. By the time they were 28, they had two daughters. The marriage went downhill from there. For the last three years, his wife had shown little interest in sleeping with him. Nowadays, his sex life consisted of watching porn and jerking off.

Joe looked up and smiled at Ben.

Ben couldn’t help but smile back at Joe when he saw the pleasure and fascination in his eyes.

Without warning and without breaking eye contact, Joe started to squeeze the big pair of lemons like he was trying to make lemonade.

Ben blinked.

Joe’s fingers dug into the soft, tender meat of Ben’s testicles and he squeezed as hard as he could, causing Ben to let out an agonized wail.

Delighted with the immediate reaction, Joe chuckled and doubled down on Ben’s poor testicles, squeezing the two plums like there was no tomorrow, grinding them between his fingers, digging his fingertips into the meaty flesh, alternately twisting them, pulling them apart and squishing them against each other.

Ben’s wails turned into shrill squeals as he squirmed and his body bucked, pleading for Joe to stop.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity for Ben, Joe let go of Ben’s junk and allowed him to sink to the floor, sobbing, clutching his aching testicles.

“That was so hot”, Joe grinned. “Now let’s go to Dick’s. There’s so much I want to try out!”

Ben stared at him, momentarily forgetting about his pain. “What?” he whispered.

“Come on”, Joe said cheerfully. 

Ben couldn’t believe his ears. “But I’m half naked!”

“Oh, right”, Joe nodded. “Well, leave your clothes here and follow me!”

Ben moaned. “No way!”

Joe sighed and smiled at him. “Please…? Or do I have to help you with that?”

Ben quickly shook his head and stripped naked. He left his uniform and his shoes in a pile on the floor and followed Joes through the empty mall.

They had to use the elevator to get to Dick’s Sporting Goods. Ben felt strange – embarrassed and aroused at the same time – when they entered the lift. Its walls were made of glass. If there had been any customers, they would have had a great view.

On their way to the store, Joe asked what seemed like a thousand questions to Ben. What did it feel like to be a porn star? Why had he chosen ballbusting porn for his career? Why had he stopped? Had he ever thought of doing straight porn? What about gay for pay? Had he every played with candle wax? What did he like best about getting his nuts crunched? What was the worst nutshot he had ever received? Did he have a girlfriend? Had he told her about his acting career?

Ben was torn. On the one hand, he enjoyed the attention. He was being treated like a superstar. And he liked to talk about his body. On the other hand, all those question brought back memories of the numerous times his nuts had taken a beating for the sake of kinky entertainment…

So Ben was relieved when they finally arrived at the sporting goods store.

Joe opened the door and turned on the lights. “Ahh”, he said, looking around. “This is gonna be so fantastic!”

Ben was a tiny bit less enthusiastic than his colleague. Everywhere he looked were potential threats to his manhood: baseball bats and tennis rackets, lacrosse sticks, bowling balls and golf clubs. Ben shuddered.

Joe rubbed his hands and chuckled. “We’re gonna have such a fantastic time!” He turned to Ben and smiled. “If anyone had told me a week ago that I’d be standing here with you tonight, I would have laughed at him! And now: Look at us!”

Ben smiled sheepishly, covering his naked crotch with his hands.

“Oh, don’t be shy”, Joe grinned and pulled Ben’s hands away. “Look at those beautiful balls! So fat and juicy!” He sighed. “I wish I’d look like you.”

Ben blushed. “You are making fun of me”, he mumbled.

“No! Never!” Joe smiled at Ben. “I bet those puppies are full of cum, huh?”

Ben shrugged. “What can I do, I’m a stud”, he said with a grin.

“You sure are”, Joe nodded. “Okay, now spread your legs. I can’t wait to turn those juicy plums into prune jam!” He beamed with glee and added, “I always wanted to say something like that!”

Ben stared at him.

“I have tons of lines like that”, Joe continued, chuckling. “What about this: Let’s make some peanut butter!” He waited for Ben’s reaction. When none came, he said, “Yeah, that’s kinda lame. How do you like: Let’s scramble some eggs?”

Ben blinked.

“That’s lame, too, huh?” Joe sighed. “Maybe: Your grandkids are gonna come out cross-eyed when I’m done with you?”

Ben grimaced, tentatively fondling his tender testicles.

 “Better, huh?” Joe grinned. “Maybe a castrato reference? Like: Let’s turn you into a soprano?”

“Fuck”, Ben whispered.

Joe licked his lips. “Spread your legs, Ben.”

Ben let out a resigned sigh and did as he was told. The naked stud stood with his legs apart in front of his smiling colleague, his balls dangling freely between his muscular thighs, his semi-hard cock hovering above it.

“Nice”, Joe said, cracking his knuckles. He took a couple of steps back and winked at Ben. “I’m gonna crunch your nuts so hard that your cum will run out your nose!”

Ben’s eyes widened as Joe came running towards him. With a beautiful arc, Joe swung his foot into Ben’s waiting nuggets, flattening them like pancakes and making Ben wail in agony. Joe’s safety boot connected safely with his plump, fat testicles and drove them into his pelvis.

Ben’s wail turned into a girlish scream as Joe stepped back and watched the spectacle.

“Wow”, Joe whispered, thoroughly impressed by his own strength, casually rubbing the growing bulge in his trousers.

The scream slowly ended. Ben’s eyes watered and his mouth opened in a cute little “O”. His nose started twitching and his knees started buckling. His hands found the center of pain, slowly making their way towards his naked nuts. Once there, they cradled his delicate spuds as if cradling would somehow magically reduce the pain.

After this interlude of painful silence it was time for another scream.

Joe shuddered as Ben’s voice cracked and he yodeled his pain through the empty store.

Finally, Ben sank to his knees, covering his genitals, his face contorted in agony.

“Wow”, Joe repeated, smiling. “That was awesome!”

Ben whimpered.

“Now let’s try out another shoe”, Joe suggested, grabbing a blue Nike Alpha Speed from a nearby shelf. “What do you think about this one?”

Ben groaned.

Joe shrugged. “Okay, do you like those better?” He held up a pair of yellow adidas adizero 5-stars.

Ben didn’t look up.

“Well, what’s it gonna be?” Joe asked. “The blue Nikes or the yellow adidas?”

Ben let out a miserable whimper.

“Ben?” Joe asked. “It’s your decision. After all, this is all about you.”

“The blue ones”, Ben whispered.

Joe smiled. “Yeah, I like those better, too.” He threw his boots away and slipped into the cleats. “I like them”, he said. “They feel nice.” He winked at Ben. “I’m afraid they won’t feel nice when I introduce them to you nuts, though…”

Ben gulped.

“Get up and spread your legs”, Joe said cheerfully.

Ben groaned and put his hands behind his back. The naked stud bit his lower lip, his legs spread, his reddened nutsac dangling between his thighs. His muscular body was glistening with sweat as he anticipated the next blow to his tender organs.

Joe tied his shoelaces and straightened. “Nice”, he smiled. “I hope you are enjoying this as much as I do.” He licked his lips and took a step back. Then he brought his leg up in a beautiful arc at the end of which were Ben’s precious jewels.

There was a loud “thud” as Joe’s foot collided with Ben’s manhood, followed by a shrill scream and a the sound of Ben’s body hitting the floor.

Ben writhed around, his legs kicking, his hands cupping his assaulted gonads. He was screaming from the top of his lungs, making Joe cringe in sympathy.

The next hour was spent trying out different shoes. Ben tried to avoid the heavier shoes and the cleats, opting for tennis shoes and running shoes instead, and Joe granted his wish more often than not. Just a couple of times Joe overruled Ben when he spotted a pair that he wanted to try out on Ben’s rapidly swelling testicles.

Joe couldn’t help but notice that Ben seemed to be slightly less enthusiastic than him – but that didn’t stop him from enjoying the spectacle. He let out a laugh at the sight of Ben’s sore and bruised ballbag. “Oh wow, a few more kicks and they’ll have the color of prune jam, too”, he said with a chuckle.

Apparently, Ben didn’t share Joe’s sense of humor. He was lying on the ground, flat on his back, his hands clasping his groin. Ben cleared his throat. “Maybe we should call it a night?” he suggested in a hoarse voice, his nuts sending waves of pain through his body.

Joe couldn’t hide his disappointment. “Aw”, he said. “I wanted to try out all the clubs and the bats!”

Ben closed his eyes and moaned.

Joe smiled. “You are such a stud! Thank you so much for doing this. It’s awesome!”

Ben whimpered.

“I can’t believe how tough your balls are! You are a true champion!” Joe said.

Ben smiled weakly. “Thanks.”

“Really, all the pain your testicles have taken today – other guys would have passed out in a pool of their own vomit”, Joe continued. “But not you. Oh no!”

Ben shrugged. “Balls of steel.”

“You bet!” Joe chuckled. “And look at your cock!”

Ben looked down his body. Above his hands that were cupping his gonads, his cock was standing at full-mast, a raging erection pointing straight at the ceiling. The head and the veiny shaft were glistening with precum. Ben couldn’t help but smile.

“Your balls must be bursting with cum”, Joe said.

Ben grinned. “Sure!”

“Why don’t you jerk yourself off?” Joe suggested with a smile.

“Here?” Ben asked, looking around the empty store.

Joe shrugged. “Why not?”

Ben thought for a moment. “And after that we’ll call it a night?”

Joe nodded.

Ben groaned and started jerking his fat cock with both of his hands. He grimaced and whimpered when his hands bumped into his tender meat balls.

Joe watched him, leaning against a shelf.

Ben was moaning in pleasure, his hands feverishly stroking his huge erection. Joe watched the muscles flex on this picture perfect stud.

“Fuck”, Ben whispered as he felt his cum boiling inside his balls. “I’m close.”

Joe smiled and casually reached for a golf club in the shelf. He didn’t know much about golf, but a ‘long shaft putter’ seemed like the perfect tool for what he had in mind.

“Fuck!” Ben screamed as his cock erupted with a fountain of creamy jizz that splattered all over the place. Spurt after spurt of sperm shot up into the air and rained down on him, coating his sweaty body with juicy sploshes of sticky liquid. Some cum landed on the floor next to him, some hit his face and his mouth.

Joe watched him, smiling. Calmly, he made his way towards him and stood right next to him, bringing the putter in the perfect position between Ben’s knees.

Ben was panting and moaning as the last batches of cream oozed out of his cock and ran down his shaft. “Damn!” he whispered, letting go of his cock and closing his eyes. His chest rose and sank with his breathing. “Damn!” he repeated. His body relaxed and his hands slipped to the sides.

That was the moment Joe had been waiting for. He had never played golf, but he had seen Tiger Woods a couple of times on TV. He bit his lower lip and kept his eye on Ben’s bloated, red bag of balls. Then he brought the club back.

Maybe it was the sudden silence, maybe it was the slight breeze between his legs that made Ben open his eyes just in time to see the business end of the golf club smash into his agonized testicles. He let out a surprised yelp followed by an ear-piercing scream as the pain washed through his body.

Joe had scored a perfect hit. Ben’s balls were slammed into his pelvis, flattening like pancakes. A pitiful drop of cum was smashed out of his balls and splattered out of his cock.

Ben’s eyes crossed in a comical grimace and his mouth dropped open, causing Joe to let out a bemused laugh.

“Fuck!” Ben screamed and rolled back and forth, trying to comfort his aching testicles. He tried to rob away, but he slipped on his own cum and crashed down on the floor again.

Joe waited a couple of minutes until Ben’s screams had calmed down and turned into pathetic sobs.

“Okay”, Joe smiled. “Let’s call it a night. And you know what: I’ll do the rest of the shift on my own. You just clean up here and then you can go home.”

“Clean up?” Ben whimpered.

“Sure, you don’t want to leave this mess on the floor, right? People will slip and break their neck!” Joe smiled.

Ben groaned.

Joe winked at him. “Just lick your mess up and I promise I won’t tell anyone…” He put the golf club back on the shelf. “Okay?”

Ben groaned.

Joe grinned. “I’m gonna close up after you. For now, I’ll be up in our room. See you next week.” He patted Ben’s back and made his way through the empty mall.

This had worked much better than he had thought. As soon as he arrived in the personnel room, he switched on the monitors and watched on the security camera. The naked stud was on his knees, licking up his cooled down cum. Joe smiled. He made a mental note to copy the footage and delete it from the files. It would take a bit of work but he knew he would be able to cut the material so that it looked like Ben was alone in the store, jerking off, and licking up his cum afterwards.

He was pretty sure the management didn’t care about their guards doing porn. Why would they? Their guards jerking off during work hours – that was a different matter, though.

Joe sighed. He was looking forward to working with Ben again. There were so many things at Dick’s  that he was going to try…

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