***
Tom awoke with a throbbing headache, light was filtering through the shuttered blinds as the birds chirped loudly outside. The 19 year old groaned as the memories of last night came flooding back to him. He remembered starting the night out at a few bars with his mates before hitting up a nightclub and getting totally wasted on cheap beer and whisky. The lads had been having a great night, and were each set to score with some hot chicks... that's until Tom ruined it all by throwing up in front of a bouncer. Things were a bit hazy from there, but Tom remembered being thrown out, and how his buddy Cody had picked an argument with the bouncer and in turn gotten the rest of the lads thrown out. He vaguely recalled the Uber ride home with his three severely pissed off bros, and that was really the last thing he could remember.
It was 10 a.m. and Tom could slowly hear the rest of the house coming to life around him. The guys were staying at Ryan's parents' holiday home near the beach while they were away on a trip to Europe. Ryan had been hoping to have a lads' week at the villa ever since the four became dorm buddies in freshman year; and after over a year of pressure his parents finally let him have it so long as the boys looked after the family dog Wilson while they were there.
Just as Tom began to smell the faint scent of breakfast cooking from downstairs, his bedroom door swung open and his buddy Ryan marched in dramatically opening the blinds allowing light to flood the room.
"Rise and shine man!" he proclaimed, as Tom groggily blinked at the sudden brightness.
"5 more minutes dude..." Tom replied wearily.
"Nah, come on bro, it's the last day! And breakfast is nearly ready."
"Alright, alright; I'll be down in a sec"
Ryan just stood there waiting like an impatient mother, steadily tapping his foot as Tom slowly pulled back the sheets and climbed out of bed.
Tom stood up straight and began to let out a massive yawn, his arms outstretched behind his head, when suddenly *THWAP*
Ryan's fist struck out like a cobra smacking him in his ample bulge that was covered only by the thin cotton fabric of his blue and pink flamingo boxers.
"Dude.... my nuts..." Tom groaned, doubling over as Ryan gave him a hearty pat on the back
"That's for last night bro" he laughed "come on, you can't expect to cockblock literally the whole crew and not expect a nut tap the next day"
"Yep... fair's fair" croaked Tom, eyeing the bulge concealed in Ryan's plain white boxers mischievously. Catching the glint in his doubled-over friend's eyes, Ryan expertly clutched his nads protectively "nice try man, but you're not catching me off guard today" he grinned. "Come on, let's get downstairs, breakfast must be about ready"
With a helping hand from Ryan, Tom limped down the stairs to the open living and kitchen part of the house.
Like he and Ryan, Tom's other two dorm bros were also still in their boxers; something the guys had grown accustomed to over the past year of dorm-sharing. Cody lounged on the sofa in his plaid pair, absentmindedly patting Wilson; while Dwayne was wearing a grey set in the kitchen as he pan fried the guys' last remaining food - four sausages he'd found in the fridge.
"Ayy.. the cockblock is up" said Cody sarcastically.
"Don't worry man, Ryan already tapped me in the sack" responded Tom gingerly, still rubbing his balls.
"Good! I swear I got blue balls cause of you man..." Cody replied, clearly still annoyed by the events of the previous night.
"Well then, maybe it's about time you learned to jerk off" joked Dwayne
"Sorry, some of us prefer pussy to our right hand" shot back Cody
"Well you should try your left one then" Dwayne replied wittily, making Ryan and Tom grin.
"Say... I was pretty drunk last night" said Ryan, flopping down on the couch next to Cody "but I swear Tom actually only got himself chucked out"
"Yeah... I seem to recall that too" said Dwayne, looking at Cody
"Hmm.. I think that's right, didn't someone start a fight with the bouncer. You wouldn't remember who that was Cody, would you?" asked Tom
Suddenly the three guys were all staring pretty intently at the still clearly hungover Cody
"Yeah... well... like... yeah, I spoke to him, but like... that was only because he was throwing Tom out and... and I..." Cody suddenly started rambling defensively
"and you decided to escalate that into a full on argument and got us all kicked out" Ryan jumped in, finishing his sentence for him
"No... it wasn't.. I was just sticking up for...."
Ryan suddenly raised his fist high in the air and sent it flying down in between his friend's parted legs.
"OOOOOFTT... FUCK!!" Cody cried reeling from the sudden assault on his gonads
"Sorry man, if Tom deserved a tap so did you" Ryan chuckled, giving Cody a friendly pat on the back much as he'd given Tom.
Ryan was clearly a bit hungover too, as was evident from his wearing of heart-eye novelty sunglasses from the night before, but his aim was as accurate as ever; Cody spent the better part of the next five minutes crouched over in the foetal position before starting to properly recover.
"Alright ladies" shouted Dwayne from the kitchen, "breakfast's ready"
"There's only one clean plate left" he said, gesturing at the massive pile of dishes by the sink the guys had been building up since the day they arrived "so we're gonna have to share"
Dwayne brought the plate of sausages into the living room, one for each of the guys; nothing substantial but enough to make do until they stopped at some fast food place on the drive home this afternoon.
Tom made his way over to the couch, gesturing for Ryan to move over so he could sit down, Dwayne meanwhile clambered onto the sofa's backrest and began flicking through the channels on the old TV.
With no clean cutlery, the lads had to simply pass the plate around taking turns snatching their piece of meat and quickly gobbling it up. The lads were all huddled quite closely together, ignoring the stale smell of sweat and alcohol that had filled the air as they talked and joked.
By the time the plate made its way to Tom, the rest of the guys had already eaten, and Ryan's dog had noticed the smell of tasty food emanating from their direction.
The dog leapt up onto Cody, sniffing at the plate Tom was holding.
"Damn, sorry boy, I gotta eat" said Tom, holding the plate a little higher to put the treat carefully out of the dog's reach.
Wilson shuffled closer again, hopping his front legs over Cody, prompting Cody to try and hold him in place, but it was no use.
When Tom tried to hold the plate up higher than the dog could reach things suddenly went pear-shaped.
Wilson leapt up onto the couch, his hind legs landing right onto Cody's crotch.
"OOWWWWwww"" squeaked Cody, as the canine's left leg dug into his right nut, and his right leg dug into his left nut.
The dog's front legs were up in the air, clinging to Tom's arm as he held the plate aloft, but Tom wasn't paying much attention to Wilson. Like Ryan and Dwayne, he was pissing himself laughing at the sounds coming from Cody as his face scrunched up and his abs tensed.
A low, guttural series of "oohs" and "aahs" made it clear the dog was applying all its weight directly onto Cody's crown jewels.
Lost in laughter, Tom didn't notice that his arm was being dragged down by the dog's heavy front legs, nor did he notice that the plate was shaking in his grip.
Suddenly, the sausage went tumbling and rolled off the plate comically smacking Ryan right in the face.
Tom and Dwayne smirked as the sausage tumbled down Ryan's torso and landed right on his crotch. Watching the meat closely, Wilson let go of Tom's arm and lunged forward to snatch the treat resting on top of Ryan's ample bulge.
Without stepping his hind legs off of Cody's nuts, the dog's front legs had managed to land squarely onto Tom's balls causing him to drop the empty plate and let out a surprised yelp. A fraction of a second later, Ryan's sunglass covered eyes widened in shock and his cocky smile faded as his dog's jaws locked not only on the meat sausage that had landed on his boxers, but also on his precious cock and balls that lied beneath.
Dwayne laughed hysterically as Tom and Ryan's mouths simultaneously formed perfect 'o' shapes as the two boys lurched over burying their hands into their crotches.
"MY BALLLSSSS...." they groaned in unison.
Ryan started sweating profusely, his face turning beet red as Wilson munched inadvertently on both his fuckstick and his nards. "FUCK!!" he yelled as he tried desperately to free himself from this ridiculous situation.
Though not in quite as much immediate life-altering danger as their buddy, Tom and Cody weren't faring much better, both panting and wincing letting out a series of "oooh"s and "ahhh"s as their beloved nuts were crushed under the weight of the dog's legs.
A particularly frantic Tom shrieked when one of Wilson's paws slipped temporarily doubling the pressure on his trapped left nut, flattening it to within millimeters of breaking point. He sat bolt upright, throwing his head back as he let out a bloodcurdling squeal of agony inadvertently sending the back of his head flying straight into Dwayne's unguarded groin.
Dwayne was unprepared for the blow, and toppled off the back of the couch as his nuts were knocked upwards into his pelvis. The lanky teen let out a howl as he landed stomach-side down on the floor, his cock and balls crushed between the hard floor and his pelvis.
The room filled with the various moans and groans of all four guys as their nuts were squished, stomped and chewed, and the brutal assault continued for several more minutes though for Ryan, Tom, and Cody it felt like hours.
Every muscle in Ryan's body was tensing as wave after wave of pain coursed through his body, the sausage was long gong but the ravenous dog was clearly still enjoying the taste left on his boxers by the meat juices. Suddenly Ryan's body froze as a sickening tearing sound echoed around the room.
He looked down at his junk fearing the worst, but was almost relieved to see that Wilson had in fact torn a massive chunk of his boxer shorts loose, nearly ripping the front off them. Wilson yanked again at the fabric of Ryan's underwear, the force pulling him off of the couch before his boxers were ripped clean off and Wilson ran away with his prize, presumably to tear it to shreds in the backyard.
Tom and Cody suddenly collapsed onto the floor clutching their battered manhoods as the pressure of the dog's legs finally lifted; the four guys let out a final, defeated groan as they soothed their sacks.
***
Half an hour later and Dwayne, Tom, and Cody had recovered sufficiently to drag the naked, nearly senseless Ryan off to one of the rooms upstairs to recuperate from the particularly extreme assault to his gonads.
The three were standing in the kitchen still in their boxers, absentmindedly cupping their balls as they tried to mentally process the cartoonish sequence of events that had just unfolded.
"Dude, how are even gonna explain this?" asked Cody as he opened the fridge searching for a soda
"We're not" replied Tom, "there's no way I'm letting a rumour spread around campus that my balls got pwned by Ryan's fucking dog man - my reputation couldn't survive it!"
"Hey Dwayne, want a Sprite?" Cody asked returning from the fridge.
"Sure" Dwayne said as Cody chucked him an unopened can.
Cody winked at Tom as the pair watched Dwayne open his soda.
Suddenly, the drink exploded everywhere spraying the guys and the surrounding kitchen with fizzed-up Sprite and Cody howled with laughter at his successful prank.
"Very funny..." mused Dwayne as he stared down at his soaked underwear, "but I guess you weren't expecting it to be that strong" he noted gesturing at the massive spray patterns that had soaked through the front of Cody and Tom's boxers too.
"Yeah... hahaha" Cody replied "guess I shook that thing one too many times"
The lads laughed as they horsed around and started to mop up the kitchen when they heard the flap of Wilson's doggy door from behind them. The guys looked at each other nervously, and turned around to see the dog looking straight at them, his nose sniffing the air.
Dwayne gulped, and looked at Cody's sugar and corn syrup covered crotch.
Cody gulped, and looked at Tom's sugar and corn syrup covered crotch.
Tom gulped, and looked at Dwayne's sugar and corn syrup covered crotch.
The guys looked at the dog.
The dog looked at them, and then leapt in their direction.
"Ah shit" someone mumbled....
From upstairs a groggy Ryan heard a series of screams, wails, and crashing sounds from elsewhere in the house and even though he was still in extraordinary pain himself he couldn't help but grin as he heard the familiar sound of his mate's cocks and balls being mangled, twisted and chewed before one after the other there was a quick but loud ripping and tearing sound heard.
"Damn, I sure hope that was just their boxers" Ryan mumbled before he fell back asleep.
