Fathers and sons, and their jewels

\[mm, castration, home invasion, naked, licking, biting, crushing\]

"Watch how it's done, Chris," Silas said.

They were standing on the porch of a two-floor suburban house. It was a minute past midnight. Large man with grey stubble retrieved a lockpicking tool set. Standing near him was a lean, jumpy younger guy. Both men were wearing dark jeans and dark hoodies. Silas quickly unlocked the front door of the house.

"Fuckin' A, pa!" the guy blurted out.

"Quiet, dumbass," Silas growled. "Joneses are out, but neighbours can still hear."

"Sorry, pa."

The door closed behind them. Behind a foyer was a large living room with stairs up to the second floor, the living room was slightly messy. Half finished bag of chips was discarded on a coach in front of a large TV.

"That's 100 inches," Chris remarked.

"Too big for the van," Silas said. "Look for money, credit cards, jewelry. Take the upper floor."

"Right away, pa."

"Keep it quiet anyway."

Chris nodded and jogged up the stairs. He acted just like his father had taught him, and his father had taught him to be efficient. In the hall, he turned on the light, then dimmed it. Soft carpet covered the floor. To his right was open rail, overhanging the great living room on the ground floor. Chris went through the door to the left, and left it open, letting the light from the hall illuminate the room. The guest bedroom had cardboard boxes stacked on top of another. Chris turned couple of them over, and didn't find anything besides random houshold stuff. Without wasting time he went back to the hallway. Next door was bathroom, Chris peeked in, then went further. Next door to the right, after the section of the hallway that overhung the first floor, was another door. Chris swung the door open.

"Here it is..." Chris thought to himself.

It was master bedroom, with a huge double bed in the center. People often kept their money near where they slept. Chris made two steps inside and froze, seeing that somebody was sleeping in the bed. In the dim light, coming through the doorway, Chris saw an outline of a large, naked male body. Chris suppressed the first instinct to call for the father. That would just wake the man up. He wasn't that stupid.

The info about Joneses being away turned out to be false. So much for dad's talk about efficiency and professionalism. Chris stared at the sleeper. There was absolute silence, except for sounds the sleeper's heavy breath. The room smelled of booze and sleeping man's body. Almost empty whiskey bottle stood on a bedside table. Chris was amused.

"Hey, moron!" he whispered. "You are being robbed!"

The sleeper had to be the master of the house, Jones. If Chris's rummaging through other rooms hadn't awoken him, he wouldn't wake that easily. Jones was sleeping naked, face down, half-turned on one side. Face in pillow, he hugged the bunched up bedsheets and silently snored. His one leg was bent, making his shapeley ass bubble upwards, and shamelessly revealing his large ballsack to Chris. Thin layer of hair evenly covered Jones's ass, lower back, legs and sack. Tip of Jones's thick dick was poking from under his thigh, right next to his plump balls.

"Sexy dreams, buddy?"

Chris smirked. The moron was snoring, full of whiskey, sleeping like a baby, while his house was being robbed, his fat nuts in front of Chris's eyes. Jones's ass and balls were slowly rising and falling with his breaths. They were as big as his dad's, and Jones must be his old man's age too. Chris extended his hand and lightly tapped sleeping man's testicles. No reaction. He gently jiggled Jones's balls, enjoying the touch of the soft flesh. Chris noticed his own hard-on.

"Well, shit."

All this staring at Jones's balls had made his dick stiff. Chris hadn't had got his rocks off for a week, because his girlfriend was a little bitch. And he could understand how this guy's missus would be all over these two puppies. Chris unzipped his pants, reached inside the fly and pulled his package out. The dick was hard. He weighted his shaved ballsack. His nuts, full of boiling cum, weren't as big as Jones's. They really become bigger with age.

Chris carefully crawled on the bed and lowered himself closer to Jones's ass. He inhaled sweaty musk of big man's testicles. It occured to him that it would be a great idea to carefully taste them. Jones probably wouldn't even notice. Chris supressed a laugh. Brushing his nose on man's hairy ass cheek, he put his mouth over his balls. Chris's tongue touched the sack, moved the skin over one nut, then the other, dipped in the cleavage between them. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked one of the large testicles in his mouth. His tongue rubbed on the ball, soaking Jones's ballsack in his saliva. Chris closed his eyes and started stroking. He felt he was in a dream, or a nightmare, from which he didn't dare to wake up. As long as Jones wasn't waking too. Suddenly an angry whisper stirred him up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Chris heard his father's voice.

Chris sprung up. His father's hand immediately covered his mouth. With the other hand Silas pulled his son out of the bedroom, and they continued to talk in hushed tone in the hall. Silas whisper was angry.

"If you make a noise now," Silas whispered. "I will kill you. Got that?"

Chris nodded. As he did that, Silas's knee crushed into Chris's bare testicles. He sunk in the knees, but Silas's held him above the ground. Chris whimpered through the the grip of his father's hand, holding down a scream of pain. Chris felt his balls regain their shape after the kick. Silas removed the hand from Chris's mouth.

"What did I tell you about coming high to the job?"

"It's not like that, pa!" Chris whined.

"What is? Didn't I catch you suck on Jones's balls with your dick in hand!"

"I meant... fuck... I am high!" Chris lied. "I'm sorry, dad!"

"You gotta cut that shit out! We'll talk about this later... Did you search the room?"

"Yea! There's nothing!" Chris lied again.

"Fuck!" Silas was disappointed. "All I got from them was baseball card collection. We'll have to move that TV after all."

"Them?"

"Them! Not only older Jones is snoring there. Come and see."

Silas pulled Chris further, still holding him by the hair, along the hall towards other bedrooms his son didn't have chance to visit. Chris didn't resist. He was cupping his naked crotch. His father's kneecap had seriously rocked insides of his balls. He didn't need more lessons like that. They got to the bedroom at the end of the hall. Another naked sleeper was lying on top of the bedsheets. He was young, maybe twenty years old, with a pale, hairless body and long swimmer's limbs. It was Jones's son Gage.

"Drunk. Like father, like son!" Silas whispered into Chris's ear. "Do you want to suck his balls too?"

"No, nothing like that!"

Actually, he wouldn't mind, if only his father would leave them alone. Gage's balls were round and firm, they looked almost cute, lying between his legs. Guy's semi-hard dick rested on top of the ballsack.

"Search his room, quietly."

They didn't manage to get going. Gage lifted his head. He was staring at them with wide eyes, probably contemplating if two intruders near his bed were part of the dream or not.

"What the..." came from his mouth.

Silas and Chris stared back at Gage. The guy, with sudden resolve, jumped from his bed and threw a roundhouse kick to the heads of two robbers. Almost simultaneously, first Silas, then Chris felt impact of Gage's foot on their faces. The kick send them back and to the ground flying. Chris fell out of the doorframe and ended spreadeagled on the soft carpet of the hall.

Gage was determined to fight the two intruders to death. What he saw was one of the intruders, smaller one, before him, lying on his back, with his dick and balls contrasting against his dark clothes in the dimmed light of the hall. Chris's balls could as well have bullseye drawn on them. Gage stomped down.

"Auugghh!" Chris yelled from the top of his lungs.

Gage's naked sole drove his jizz-filled nuts into his pelvis. Chris crawled into a fetal position, protecting his jewels. Gage already raised his leg for antother stomp, when he felt strong hands hug him from behind. Silas grunted and lifted the naked guy from the floor.

"Let me go!" Gage screamed. "Help!"

"Get up, you useless bastard!" Silas shouted at Chris.

Chris clumsily got up. He felt dizzy. First his dad's knee, then Gage's foot - his balls felt like have gone through a meatgrinder. Chris realised Silas was holding the naked guy in the air. Gage's arms were held firm, and he was kicking, almost hitting Chris in the face. His sack with cute, firm balls was flying wildly in front of Chris's face.

"Do something!" father shouted.

Chris leapt forward, arms stretched forward, luckily evading another kick. As if of their own choosing, Gage's balls fell into Chris's hands. He pressed his thumbs into the pale nuts, crushing them flat. Gage let out a high pitched howl of a dying puppy.

"Uhhhuuggh!"

Gage's body made futile effort to break out of the deadly hold. Silas locked his hands in a sleeper hold around Gage's neck.

"Crush him!" Silas shouted.

Chris kept squeezing until young guy's balls collapsed in his fingers. From their original round shape they had melted to uneven chunks. He let Gage go, stepped back and just looked. Gage was twitching in Silas's arms. He was crushing Gage's throat into his forearm, choking the guy to death. Gage's tongue appeared from his mouth. Chris was stunned. He had helped his dad bring the end to cute guy's life. Gage's squashed ballsack swung between guy's legs, bearing dark prints of Chris's fingers.

"Fucking good job!" Silas congratulated his son.

Gage's tongue stuck between his lips and his eyes had rolled up. He twitched for the last time, then became a ragdoll in Silas's hands. Silas dropped the dead guy on the ground.

"Phew," Silas gasped. "I need to sit down. I'm too old for this shit."

He dropped his ass on the floor.

Chris stepped closer to Gage. Guy's dick was still stiff, and rested on the fuzzy carpet as a discarded plank. His nutsack was crumpled and misshapen. Chris felt a bit of guilt, but mostly he felt regret for wasting handsome guy's cute nuts. Chris contemplated if he would still jerk off over Gage's body. Maybe when his dad would go inside the bedroom to search it.

"Well done!" Silas commended him. "Crushed motherfucker's nuts like a pro!"

Chris sensed he was forgetting something.

"And put the dick back in your pants!" Silas told him. "Who do you think you... Watch out!"

Suddenly to Chris, a hand gripped his battered ballsack from behind. Another hand grabbed Chris by the throat and lifted him from the floor, just like his dad had done with Gage before.

"What have you done to my Gage?" a man behind screamed.

Chris smelled sweaty aroma of the man he saw sleeping in the master bedroom. Jones held him in the air, almost pushing his face into the ceiling.

"Nooooahhh!" Chris screamed.

He was being carried away. The ceiling boards flew before Chris's eyes. The journey Jones was taking him on felt continuing for eternity, during which he felt his already tenderized balls disintegrate inside big, naked man's hand. Chris vaguely heard his dad shout. When the trip ended, Chris was semi-comatose. Jones dropped Chris astride on to the railing beam, which separated the top floor hallway from the living room on the first floor.

"Crack!"

Wood fractured from the impact. Remaining chunks of Chris's testicles popped between the beam and his groin.

Silas and Jones, standing on both ends of the hallway, stared each other down. Jones was naked. He was balancing unconscious Chris on the railing beam.

"You will regret what you have just done..." Silas growled.

"It's called karma, buddy," Jones replied. "Your kid denutted my kid, I denutted your kid."

"You forgot I choked the life out of your brat," Silas said.

Jones's bloodshot eyes stared at his rival.

"What... are you talking about?"

Silas pointed at Gage's dead body.

"You heard me! He there - not just nutless - lifeless!"

"Ahhhgrrr!" Jones screamed.

He whacked Chris over the head, sending the comatose guy over the railing. A loud thud and a crack followed from below. Jones glanced over the railing. Chris lay in an odd pose with his neck turned in an unnatural angle.

"Broke his neck," Jones grinned. "Now we're even, buddy."

"You... you..." Silas uttered.

His eye was twitching. For a second both men stood still.

They charged at the same time, destined to ram into each other in the middle of the hall. Jones nimbly ducked, caught Silas with his shoulder and wrapped his hands around opponents waist. Silas didn't have time to register the moment his naked opponent lifted him from the ground.

Silas was heavier than Chris, but Jones didn't need to carry him anywhere. He threw Silas over the shoulder in a perfect suplex. The robber crushed on the carpet with a loud thud. Jones breathed heavily. Silas was knocked out.

Jones stepped closer to Gage's naked corpse and gently turned son's body on the back. Gage was very much dead. Strangled. His swollen tongue had expanded from his mouth. His dead eyes stared at his father. Gage's nuts were crushed to mush, and his mangled sack still bore finger marks. Semi-hard dick still leaned stiff at his hip. Tears appeared in Jones's eyes. He swallowed lump in his throat and turned towards Silas.

"You will pay for that, you scum."

Jones wanted revenge. He had unstoppable desired to annihilate Silas's testicles before killing him. Jones crouched over Silas, closer to his balls. He grabbed and tore the pants apart, detatching the two pants legs. Silas had big nuts and a thick dick that appeared to be somewhat bent.

"Crooked like your soul," Jones whispered.

Jones cupped rival's heavy sack, prepared to use the flesh of Silas's nuts to sculpt an effigy to his son. It didn't even cross his mind that the big man under him could wake up.

Silas opened his eyes. His vision was a blur at first, but he recognized the situation he was in. Jones was crawling on top of him, stupidly spreading his naked legs above rival's face. Silas saw a set of plump balls, covered in the same even layer of fur as the rest of Jones's body. Large drop of hot sweat trickled down Jones's ballsack and hit the tip of Silas's nose. Jones's dick was brushing at his chin. In addition to that Silas felt Jones's hands on his own balls. He was in danger.

Before his nuts had been mutilated, Silas pulled Jones's ass onto his face and bit into his hanging ballsack. He tasted Jones's sweaty skin. Heaviness of rival's body pressed down on him.

"Argggghauuu!"

Now it was Jones's turn to realise his mistake. He returned the favour, there was nothing else to do. As Silas, breathing wet and hot breath, stuffed his mouth with his nuts, he sunk his teeth into Silas's ripe plums. His opponent was grinding his teeth, cutting through Jones's skin, destroying cords and severing off his precious babymakers. In return, Jones chewed Silas's nuts, ground them between his molars, shredding the rival's ball meat. Thinking of Gage gave him strength. Through the torn skin he could taste testicle tissue escaping the outer membranes, goo like substance sticking between his teeth.

Silas acutely felt his nuts being mauled. Burning pain signalled the naked bastard was damaging his nuts beyond repair. The skin of Jones's sack was already ripped open and Silas's teeth were biting deep into rival's testicle cords. Silas growled like a wolf and jerked his head, ripping Jones's nuts completely off. Jones's body convulsed. Silas felt the teeth, ebmedded in his almost shredded balls, freeze.

"Fuck you!" he cursed in his mind.

He would say that aloud, if he didn't have two large severed testicles stuffed in his mouth. The taste was metallic. Also it tasted like victory. He had come out on top after all. With mangled balls, but anyway.

"Big ball bastard. Where are your balls now?"

Silas let out a small laugh, and in the same instant his eyes widened in panic. One of Jones large testicles slipped down into his windpipe. Involuntary cough shook Silas's body. Jones's heavy body was pressing him down, and there was no air in his lungs. Sticky sweat coverd Silas's skin.

"I can't die like this!" a thought crossed Silas's mind.

Silas's lungs were burning. Jones's nut went into his neck and stuck, no air was going in or out. Silas croaked with the feeling of his rival's testicle stuck in his windpipe and his teeth locked on his own nuts. Only one last thought remained in his head.

"Goddamn big ball bastard..."