Busting at the beach (part 2)

The first challenge

Last time we left off with brothers Ed (black shirt) and Josh (blue) having just challenged each other on how much weight Chris' (shirtless and jeans) balls could take before he first threw up and then passed out.  Kyle (shirtless, shorts) meanwhile is an unwilling but aroused observer.

Josh nodded his agreement for Ed handle the weights for the first challenge.  Ed undid the collars on one of the dumbbells and took off 3 five-pound weights, along with 1 three-pound weight and 1 two-pound weight, setting them down next to Chris.  He picked up one of the five-pound weights, hefting it in his hand, and looking Chris in the eye.  After his earlier outbursts Chris had mostly just glared at them silently as Ed and Josh discussed what they were going to do, well silently apart from the creaking of the ropes accompanied by some slight grunting noises as he pulled at them to try and get himself free.  The brothers had no concern about him managing it though, stronger guys than Chris had failed to get out of their knots.

“You ready Chris?,” Ed asked sarcastically.

“Fuck you.  Fucking fags.”

Ed just rolled his eyes.  “Some time you’re going to learn some manners.”  He let the weight slip into the bucket where it made a metallic thud against the bottom through Chris’ shirt and boxers.  Chris’ eyes bugged out slightly and he groaned as the weight stretched his nutsack, squeezing his balls to the bottom of it.

Josh had to suppress a chuckle, he had a better view of Kyle, and at almost exactly the same time as the weight hit the bottom of the bucket Kyle’s cock had twitched quite strongly.  He might not quite understand it, or even want it, but he was definitely getting really turned on by watching them torment his roommate’s nuts.

Ed picked up a second five-pound weight and dropped it unceremoniously into the bucket.

“Fuck,” Chris groaned, “Oh my fucking nuts.”

“I think you’ll find they’re our nuts now,” Josh interjected.

“Fuck you,” Chris moaned weakly, “You’re just jealous, probably got nuts like raisins.”

“Keep dreaming bud,” Ed laughed as he picked up the third five-pound weight.  He toyed with it, rocking it on the edge of the bucket and making the bucket swing back and forth, eliciting grunts and groans from Chris.

“Just fucking drop it in already,” Chris moaned.

Ed beamed and turned to Josh.  “See, torment them enough and they’ll ask for it.”  With that he dropped the weight into the bucket where it hit the others with a loud clang and Chris let out a yell of pain.  He was also starting to look rather green.

“It isn’t looking too good for you Josh, I hope you’re ready to hand over those boots and take a good kicking.”

“It’s not over yet.  Come on Chris, I believe in you!  You’ve got big, tough nuts, right?”

“Fuck you.  Fuck both of you,” Chris growled through gritted teeth.

“At least Kyle is having fun, right Kyle?” Ed asked as he picked up the three-pound weight.  Kyle didn’t say anything, but did start blushing.  He didn’t turn his head away though, he kept staring at those ripe plums bulging obscenely at the bottom of Chris’ sack.

Ed dropped the three-pound weight into the bucket and Chris’ eyes crossed slightly as his stomach emitted an ominous rumble.  Josh felt his nuts contract slightly in his jeans.

Ed picked up the two-pound weight, balanced it on the lip of the bucket and then let it roll down.  It hit the weights at the bottom, bounced and hit the far side of the bucket, setting it swaying slightly as the weight settled down into the bottom with the others.  The rope creaked with the gentle swaying of the bucket and for a moment it looked like Chris would keep his lunch, but then he turned to the side and threw up all over the sand.

“What a wuss!  I didn’t even have to drop the bucket.  Now take off the boots bro, and I want you naked for this,” Ed said gloating.

“Fine,” Josh sighed.  He untied his boots, pulling them off and chucking them over to Ed.  He aimed for the nuts but Ed wasn’t going to fall for that one, sidestepping and letting them hit the sand with a thud.  Josh pulled his blue top off over his head and dropped it on the sand, followed by his socks, his jeans and finally his boxers.

“Hands behind your back, I don’t want you interfering,” Ed ordered, “Kneel with your legs wide.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Josh said, getting down on his knees and clasping his hands tightly behind his back, looking up as Ed slipped on his boots and laced them up.  Josh’s balls were hanging low and swaying ever so slightly in the afternoon breeze.

“Feels fucking weird to wear such heavy boots at the beach where I'm barefoot or flipflops all summer”

“Well, now you get to show me why I shouldn’t.  Or at least why I shouldn’t make bets with them.”

Ed lifted his right foot and swung it experimentally, the extra weight gave his foot a lot more potential power, which was part of why Josh liked them of course.  Chris and Kyle looked on, relieved that they weren’t the targets, and in Kyle’s case aroused too.

“I think Kyle has a thing for you,” Ed said, glancing over at him.

"Kyle has a thing for big, beautiful cocks and balls, and mine certainly are both of those things," Josh quipped.  They were about the same size as Chris’ were, before they were swollen and bruised.

“Well, let's give them a good show. You count each kick, thank me for it humbly and ask for the next one, yes-sir no-sir, ten hard kicks sir.”

Josh chuckled, “Yes sir!”

Ed circled Josh slowly, looking for the best position and angle to land the first kick.  There had always been something special about kicking his little brother’s nuts and he wanted to enjoy every kick to the full.  Josh stayed still, letting Ed make his choice.

“Ready, boy?”

“Yes sir, I’m ready sir”

The words are barely out of Josh’s mouth before Ed kicked him hard from the back.  Boot going straight up between his thighs and connecting with a satisfying squelch, flattening his nuts against his pelvic bone.  He missed the touch of skin on skin, but he did appreciate the extra power of the boot.  Josh went sprawling forward onto the sand.

"Oh Fuck! One. Fuck. Thank you, sir." he said, slightly muffled by the sand.

Ed waited until Josh picked himself up and got back into a kneeling position and then started circling again.  He picked up Josh’s shirt and wrapped it around Josh’s eyes as a makeshift blindfold, so he couldn’t see where the next one would come from.

“You’re boning bro,” Ed teased.

"Yeah, and you're going easy, I know you can kick harder than that, sir" Josh said, adding a small amount of sarcasm to the ‘sir’ this time.

Josh felt Ed stop in front of him a few feet away, and as he knew it would be, the second kick was harder, landing with a brutal thud and sending him toppling over backwards.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK! Two. Thank you, sir"

Josh just about resisted the desire to cradle his aching balls and forced himself back upright onto his knees, but the third kick followed before he was finished straightening up properly.

"Oooooh Fuck!  Wasn't ready for that one, Fuck! Three. Thank you, sir," Josh gasped out, doubled over at the waist and breathing hard.

“That was the three kneeling ones, bro. Now for a change of position.”

"You want me standing now, sir?"

“On all fours.  Not there, over Kyle, your balls level with his and Chris’ nuts stretched in front of you.”

Josh didn’t even try to hide his smirk as he got onto all fours and crawled over to where Kyle was staked out, looking down directly into his eyes.  He stared back, fascinated, horny and very confused, clearly thinking that Josh was completely crazy, or at least even more so than he already did.

Ed stepped up behind Josh, treading heavily on Kyle’s nuts and then swinging through with his other foot, connecting with Josh’s balls as they hang there like a dog’s between his legs, sending him sprawling forward so that his head collided straight on with Chris nuts.  It created an almost musical threefold chorus of yells, first Kyle, then Josh and finally Chris.

Josh rolled over off Kyle and looked up at Ed, smiling broadly despite the pain in his nuts.  "Well done sir. I don't suppose that counts as 4, 5 and 6?"

“Uh, uh,” Ed said, wagging his finger, “that’s just 4.”  Then he stomped hard on Josh’s nuts twice with the patterned sole of his own boot.

“Fuuuuck! Oh fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck” Josh yelled, grabbing his nuts and rolling around.

“That is 5 and 6, bro!”

“T-thank you, sir,” Josh said, stammering slightly this time.  His balls were definitely getting a bit red and swollen now.

“I could stop if you forfeit some privileges for the rest of the summer,” Ed said coyly.

“Such as?” Josh asked, squinting up at Ed.

“I get to pick all the victims and get to decide what happens to them.”

"Oh, hell no, I'm not letting you have all the fun. I can take 4 more. Sir."

“That’s my boy,” Ed said, smiling at his younger brother, “stand up for the last 4.”

Josh grabbed hold of Chris and used him to lever himself upright, his dick standing at attention, giving a clear path to his red balls.

“Why don’t you steady yourself by wrapping your arms around Chris?  I’m sure he won’t mind if I get both your nuts with one kick”

“Don’t fucking touch me you fucking sicko”

“Well maybe he does mind, but it’s not like he has a choice, right Chris?” Ed asked, sending the toe of Josh’s boot swinging up into his trapped nuts and making Chris moan pitifully.

Josh chuckled and stood behind Chris, wrapping him in a bear hug.  He was a little shorter than the college boy so normally his nuts would be a little lower, but with the weights pulling Chris' down they were actually at pretty much the same height.

Ed took half a dozen steps back and started running forward like a long or high jumper, his left foot swung up between Josh’s legs, but deep so he caught Chris' with the boot and Josh’s with his shin bone.  Josh and Chris cried out in unison.

“S-seven. Oh fuck. Thank you, sir."

Josh kept a death grip on Chris that stopped him falling over, though it also made it a little hard for Chris to breathe.

Ed walked around to the front of Chris and steadied himself before running into them again, stepping hard on Kyle’s cock and balls and bringing up his right knee, ramming it into both sets of balls twice in quick succession.  Josh and Chris yelled at the top of their voices.  There was a slight hitch between knees, but otherwise it was just one continuous sound.

“Eight,” Josh said, a good octave higher than normal.  He coughed and then added in a more normal voice, “and nine.  Thank you, sir”

“Last one.  I want you standing upright, hips pushed out so your balls are forward of your body. Hold your cock out of the way.”

Josh cautiously let go of Chris and staggered slightly as he moved away from him.  He did as Ed asked, thrusting his hips out and holding his cock with one hand while clasping the other behind his back.

Ed stepped to one side as if he were going to circle again, but instead he lashed out with a sweeping martial arts style kick from the side, hitting Josh’s balls with the upper part of the boot.  Josh’s eyes widened, and he crashed to the sand, his mouth open as if to scream, but no sound came out.  Ed leant over him, looking both slightly concerned and pleased with himself.

“You ok, bro?”

Josh’s mouth worked uselessly for a while before he managed to stammer out, “T-ten.  Thank you, sir.  Holy fuck that was a good kick.  I think I’m gonna stay sitting down for a while.”

Ed glanced up.  “I think it’s about time to call it a day anyway.”

The Sun was starting to dip toward the trees, throwing long shadows across the beach.  Ed reached down and took Josh’s arm, hauling him to his feet and helping him hobble into the house.

“Hey, you can’t just leave me like this!” Chris yelled out.

“Can’t we?” Ed asked sarcastically, before turning and closing the door of the house.

Stay tuned for the next installment with the second challenge - how long will Chris' balls last?