Thought I'd write this because frankly, there aren't enough Australian BB stories out there...
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Muggupin's a quiet place, so far north that it doesn't really experience summer or winter, just the wet and dry seasons. Surrounded by crocodile infested rivers and seemingly endless cane fields there's not a great deal to do here except for get drunk at one of the town's many watering holes (just over 800 people call this little town home, but there's 10 pubs... go figure). It's the kind of town where men do hard back-breaking work in sweltering conditions all day long and habitually retreat for a beer or two (or ten) after knock-off time to relax.It's not uncommon for the young men of Muggupin to turn these drinking outings into wild nights of revelry full of outlandish bets and dares, and generally unruly behaviour. But as with many of the more entertaining stories that would be passed down through the ages as part of Muggupin's pub lore, the events of this story took place on a very different kind of night.
It all took place a couple of years ago in November, just after the start of the wet season. It was a stinking hot night in this small part of the great expanse that is Northern Australia. The mercury had just dipped to 33°C as the sun slipped beneath the horizon and the sound of cicadas filled the mid-evening air. Moisture clung to more or less everything, the humidity making breathing like inhaling through a damp cloth, sweat sticking to the skin as people shuffled home from work.
Dark clouds were gathering in the sky as Tropical Storm Clarence prepared to smash the tablelands after making its way inland from the coast, the occasional bolt of lightning striking down somewhere over the cane fields as the weather forecast on the radio kept reminding people to prepare for strong winds overnight.
Muggupin's population were, mostly, at home that evening due to the incoming storm, leaving the town's pubs unseasonably quiet. At The Bushman's Roadhouse, on the outskirts of town, 29 year old chippy Darren 'Dazza' Browning was nursing a schooner with his mates Kyle and Robert 'Robbo' in the backroom.
About 6 feet tall, with well-proportioned muscles, three day-old stubble, and a brooding albeit slightly aged face, Dazza was a pretty handsome bloke, by Muggupin's standards anyway. Dressed in standard tradie gear, Dazza was still in his workboots and tan shorts from his day on the site, a grey singlet hugged his bulky chest partially covered by an unbuttoned navy short-sleeve shirt he'd chucked on on his way out the door in case the boys decided to hit up the RSL for some pokies later in the night (the RSL had a strict shoulders-covered dress code for blokes, making it about the fanciest place in town).
The backroom was a dimly lit space behind the main bar with a few stools, a pool table, a broken down air hockey table that hadn't worked since the lads were boys, and a rarely stocked vending machine covered in a layer of thick dust. An overused playlist of 80s rock-n-roll played over the speakers fading in and out with the strength of the Optus signal as the guys talked and drank, occasionally breaking up the mediocrity with a quick round of pool.
By 7.30pm the bar was practically deserted, a small group of old truckies sat talking in the main bar, the three lads were left alone in the backroom watching through the partially shuttered windows as the worsening storm slowly moved towards town over the fields.
The guys had just finished another round of pool and were gathered round one of those tall bar-tables designed to accompany a set of stools, but the boys just stood moving the frankly uncomfortable stools to the side. Dazza had just unsuccessfully tried to start a pokies kitty with the guys, even going so far as to lay out $50 on the table to get it started, but Kyle and Robbo weren't feeling it.
They spent their time talking about Robbo's home life over what must have been their fifth round of beers. Things were tough for Robbo, he'd just become a dad for the second time, his on-again off-again girlfriend was always stressed and demanding more money, the kids were always screaming, and on top of all that his hours had just been cut at the mine.
"But I'll tell you the worst thing, that step-brother of mine is driving me up the fucking wall." Robbo said, downing his lager.
Robbo was referring to his 19 year old step-bro Dom who was staying with him for a couple of weeks. Dom was a reclusive yet entitled and bratty teenager who lived with Robbo's dad and step-mum in Brisbane. The city kid was clearly not enjoying his time in the country and by all accounts had barely looked up from his phone the entire time he'd been up here.
Having a break from the kid was finally giving Robbo the opportunity to speak freely about how miserable he was making his already stressful life. He complained about the boy's complete lack of respect for his authority, how he'd steal Robbo's beers from the fridge and not replace them, how he'd stay up to all hours loudly watching Netflix while the kids tried to sleep, how he never washed up after himself... it was all just too much to deal with and he couldn't wait for the weekend to roll round and send the kid back on the Greyhound bus four hours down the road to the nearest town with a decent sized airport, and then back down to Brissy hopefully not to be seen again for a very long time.
Kyle had suggested staging a phony home invasion just to scare the shit out of the little faggot, and if it hadn't been for the fact that the kids and their mum was staying with him that week Robbo would've seriously considered it. The guys were in stitches thinking of all the fucked up things they could do to Dom, like tying him up in the back of Dazza's ute and taking him out to the river, convincing the little shit they were gonna feed him to the crocs.
"Ah fuck mate, you wouldn't just be joking about that if you saw his search history... creepy little fucker." Robbo joked while lighting up a cheeky durry, looking around to make sure no-one was there to catch him smoking indoors where he really shouldn't have been.
"Why? What kinda shit's he into?" Dazza asked, an inquisitive smile etched into his handsome face as he leaned over the table.
"Well... he left himself logged in to me iPad the other day..." Robbo said, between puffs of his ciggy "and the dirty fuck had been on all these porno sites."
"Woo hey, good lad" joked Kyle, giving Robbo a pat on the back as if he should be proud of his younger step-brother's internet history.
"Nah, nah, it wasn't normal shit though" Robbo continued
"They weren't even videos or pictures, it was like written porn" Robbo paused to laugh, as if the very idea of somebody *reading* porn was the most absurd thing he'd ever heard, and vindicated his perception of Dom as being some snobby little nerd.
"But, here's the thing" he went on
"They were all about blokes getting their nurries fucked up!"
The three guys took a moment to share a brief 'what the fuck' look before bursting with howling laughter.
"Fuck man, that's too good" shouted Kyle as he clung to his sides.
"What a fucking weird cunt" Dazza added between laughs "shit man, why is you're family always doin the most fucked up shit?"
"Beats me" Robbo said, taking another puff from his cigarette.
"So wait, when you say fucked up... like getting kicked and stuff?" Dazza asked
"Yeah, kicked, squeezed, punched whatever, keeps on going until they cum" Robbo added, letting out a half-bemused, half-concerned sigh.
"Til they cum? Fuck off" Dazza said, "no way you'd cum after getting your cods fucking kicked"
"How about squeezed?" asked a female voice
The lads turned around a little startled to find Joy, the Filipino barmaid clearing a table behind them.
"Fuck Joy, you about scared the shit outta me" said Dazza
"Ah don't mind me boys, just cleaning" she said "but Robbo, if I catch you smoking in here again, I'll kick you in the cods, and it won't be to see if I can make you cum- got it?"
"Got it" Robbo said, putting out his ciggy in his near empty schooner glass.
"Oooh, she's got you told mate" Kyle joked, trying to get a rise out of his buddy.
"Fuck off" Robbo retorted, jabbing his mate in the ribs.
"So you really think you could get a guy to cum by squeezing him in the nuts, ay love?" asked Dazza, a bit pissed.
Joy kept on cleaning ignoring the clearly drunken antics of the guys.
"Oh come on love, come give my nuts a squeeze" Dazza yelled as he grabbed his crotch to thunderous laughter from his approving mates.
"Shouldn't have said that" Joy muttered under her breath.
"What's that love?" Dazza asked, a huge smirk on his handsome face
Joy turned around to face him "alright, Dazza, bring 'em here, I'll squeeze your nuts for you" she said
The smirk quickly disappeared from Dazza's face as she unexpectedly took up his joke offer.
"Oooh, get in there lad" joked Kyle as he gave Dazza a mocking pat on the back.
"Nah, you're alright love, I'm only having a laugh"
"Aw, afraid your weak balls can't handle it" teased Joy as she walked over to the guys' table
"Nah, I just don't think you can make me cum"
"Oh really? Why don't you put it to the test if you're so sure"
Dazza looked at his mates with a half-surprised, half-quizzical expression. "So let me get this straight, you seriously think you can make me cum by squeezing my nads?" he asked in bemusement
"Yep, I'm pretty sure I can as a matter of fact"
"Well come on Dazza, you gotta let a lady try" Robbo butted in, keen to add to his mate's clearly growing embarrassment at what he had halfway talked himself into.
" 'd be rude not to" added Kyle smiling mischievously as Dazza's face started to turn red
"And hey" said Robbo, snatching up the bank note Dazza had put down on the table when trying to talk the lads into playing the pokies "if you can wring some juice outta those lemons, you can keep this $50"
"Oh come on!" Dazza protested
"What are you so worried about big boy" Joy teased "you're not gonna lose that money because there's no way a girl with weak little hands like me could milk a big bull like you right?"
Dazza struggled to find the words to talk himself out of the preposterous situation he'd unwittingly talked himself into "well... well, if you're right, you get $50, but what do I get if you're wrong?"
"A sore set of nurries" Kyle deadpanned to snickering from Robbo, causing Dazza to shoot them both a death stare
"Ok, how about this" said Joy, reaching out her index finger to stroke Dazza's firm body over his singlet, starting from his his pecs and around his sternum, tantalisingly letting her finger work its way down his torso.
"I win, I get the $50..." she said as she grabbed a hold of the waist of Dazza's shorts, pulling the elastic forward just enough to expose the top of the neon yellow waistband of his TRADIE branded underwear. "And if you win, you can take me out back and fuck me senseless."
Dazza gulped as a bead of sweat rolled from his brow down the side of his face.
Kyle and Robbo shared a mutual look of surprise at the aggressively sexual turn this was all taking.
"So what'd you say, your nuts tough enough Dazza?" Joy asked the dumbstruck stud
"Okay... okay... so, if I don't cum after you squeeze my balls, you'll let me fuck you?"
"Yep, that's the deal"
"How long do you get?"
"10 minutes?"
"Oh come off it, I'm not letting you squeeze my balls for 10 fucking minutes"
"Ok, 5 then"
"Come on mate, you can survive five minutes!" Kyle barked, a shit-eating grin spread across his face
Dazza looked at his mates, then looked at Joy, the smoking hot Asian girl that the whole male population of Muggupin had lusted after ever since she'd arrived a decade ago.
"Okay... five minutes, let's fucking do it." he said, a brief bout of confidence taking over as he removed his unbuttoned shirt, tossing it to the side.
"Great" smiled back Joy, reaching out for his shorts.
Before Dazza could so much as blink, she'd unbuttoned and unzipped his fly and with one yank his shorts had tumbled down to his ankles, leaving him standing there in his black and yellow boxer briefs and his grey tank top.
"Woah, woah, hold up a minute, aren't we gonna go to the dunny at least?" protested Dazza
"Oh come on, nobody's here anyway and this table's waist height so it's not like your mates can see anything" Joy responded. "Now, have either of you boy's got a timer"
Robbo breathlessly fumbled in his pockets for his phone, pulling it out onto the table with the timer screen ready to go.
"Alright Robbo, set it to five minutes and let's get this show on the road"
Robbo did as he was told, and placed the phone back down on the table.
*5:00*
*4:59*
*4:58*
Joy pulled forward the waistband of Dazza's boxer briefs and plunged her left hand to fish among his tackle searching for two of his three favourite possessions.
Her left hand gently grazed his limp dick before it found Dazza's right nut and immediately she clamped down hard, causing Dazza to groan at the sudden and abrupt pain.
His groaning only intensified when a second later her right hand found his left nut and gave it the same brutal treatment, squeezing down hard and flattening his ball as much as she could.
The dazed tradie suddenly stumbled forward as his knees slightly buckled and was forced to use both his hands to grasp onto the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white as he let out deep breaths and a series of deep, guttural groans.
"Woah, steady on there mate, 4 and half minutes still to go" Kyle shouted, he and Robbo clearly enjoying Dazza's scrunched up, exasperated face.
"How you goin there Dazza?" Joy asked, squeezing her thumbs down hard into both of his trapped balls.
"Unnnnghh.... fuck...." Dazza spat as his drew short, sharp breaths, his mind awash with pain
As he tried to ignore the pain and just keep breathing, Joy seemed only to be pushing her thumbs deeper and deeper into his nuts.
He glanced at the phone on the table.
*3:49*
*3:48*
It had barely been a minute, and already he was pouring with sweat from every pore and was struggling to stay standing at the table. 'Fuck, this bitch has a tight grip' he thought to himself.
He tried to remind himself that all he needed to do was survive the next few minutes of pain and then he'd get to fuck her. 'Just keep going man, 3 and half minutes, do it for the pussy' he told himself.
Clearly unhappy at her rate of progress, Joy suddenly switched tactic, grabbing a hold of each nut and then viciously twisting it by his chords.
Dazza's eyes bulged, his abs tensed and his mouth formed the perfect 'o' shape as he let out a deep "OOOHHHH!!!!" at the sudden violent surge in pain he was feeling from his abused knackers.
Robbo covered his own crotch in sympathy, and Kyle winced as his mate looked like he was about to hurl.
Among all the confusing signals going off in his brain, Dazza was startled to feel the completely involuntary sensation of a twitch running down his flaccid dick.
He stared at the phone
*3:00*
*2:59*
Dazza took a sharp breath in and puffed his cheeks, his biceps starting to visibly tense as his upper arms took on more and more responsibility for keeping the flailing hunk standing.
Joy was having a great time watching the way his various muscles tensed and squirmed under the pressure of the pain she was inflicting on him.
The best part about it were the sounds he was making, a constant stream of grunts and groans, a series of "oooh"s and "aaaah"s and the occasional "unnnghhh" that made it clear that she was owning his balls.
"Come on mate, more than halfway there!" shouted Robbo encouragingly
Just then Dazza felt another completely involuntary twitch run down his shaft. He swallowed deeply as he desperately tried to get the idea out of his head that maybe things might not be going to plan.
Then it happened again.
He blinked.
*2:21*
*2:20*
Dazza stared down at his crotch, and had to hold himself back from letting out a shriek at the sheer intensity of the work Joy's hands were putting into to beating up his manhood. The front of his boxer briefs were awash with movement around his junk, as if someone had placed two animatronic boxing gloves down there that were trying to punch their way out of the straining fabric.
Joy was repeatedly squeezing and twisting his balls, taking the occasional break to plunge her thumbs deep into the meaty tissue. But it was at that moment she tried a new tactic, suddenly pancaking his balls together as if trying to flatten them into a single mould between the palms of her hands.
"ARRGHHHH!!!" Dazza yelled, throwing his head back as his neck muscles strained and bulged.
Dazza was in a world of incredible pain, but more worryingly for him was the increasing twitching he felt from his cock. He gulped in surprise at the familiar but highly unwelcome sensation of his dick slowly starting to harden in his underwear.
*1:47*
*1:46*
Joy watched with glee as she began to notice something hard and pointy cause a bending of the fabric around the fly of Dazza's boxer briefs. She put all her efforts into pancaking his balls as hard together as she possibly could, squeezing and squeezing until she couldn't distinguish at all between leftie and rightie, and pushing together until she could comfortably fit his aching nards together in a single blob that fit inside her two closed hands clasped together.
Right as she renewed her efforts to squeeze down on this condensed blob of ball-meat, she was rewarded when his rock-hard cock reached its full 8 inches and breached the fortress of his underwear, bursting out of his now gaping fly.
Dazza could immediately tell what happened, and glanced down at his freed willy... "Fuck" was all he could mutter.
*1:00*
*0:59*
"Aw! Fucking hell mate, put it away!" Kyle yelled as his mate's dick continued to bob about and rise up pointing straight to the ceiling, its throbbing head visible above the table as it slapped against his stomach.
"Fuck, this cunt's actually getting off on this!" added Robbo with a mixture of disgust and intrigue.
Dazza tried futilely to find the words to protest the insinuation he was enjoying any of this, but all he could muster was a series of pitiful moans.
"Nnngghhhh!!!!!!" the big lad groaned as his nuts were ground to paste.
If his knuckles had been white before, they were practically transparent now.
His biceps weren't just flexing, but full on vibrating, along with nearly every other muscle in his body. His legs were shaking, his knees buckling, and his chest heaving.
He was absolutely saturated in sweat, his face completely drenched, his darkened singlet sticking to his torso like a paper towel on a wet surface.
"Uuuhhh..... My..... Ballllllssssssss!!!" He shrieked in a higher than normal pitch, as he felt Joy return to twisting his nards, but this time, she upped the ante by twisting his ballchords themselves and letting his whole scrotum end up scrunching around his twisting and bulging nuts as if they were tying knots around them.
Kyle and Robbo looked on in shock as their hard-as-nails mate looked like he was about to either cry or vomit; either way, they didn't wanna have to deal with that.
*0:24*
*0:23*
Grabbing a hold of Dazza's heavily abused and twisted balls in one hand, Joy reached her other hand up to the neck of his ballbag, and closed her hand around it tightly, lowering it until making contact with his trapped balls, and then continued pulling her closed hand down until she had forced both of his nuts to the very bottom of his scrotum, pressed white against the skin.
"Come on Dazza, just a few more seconds man" said Kyle, desperately willing on his friend to resist
With only a few seconds let on the clock, she clamped down with all her might on his two trapped balls and dug in with as many of her fingers as she could possibly fit.
Dazza's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped open in what was initially a silent scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Dazza's entire body shook violently, his arse bouncing in his jocks, his legs practically spasming at this point as he desperately tried to focus on the phone in front of him.
*0:03*
*0:02*
SPLATTT!!!!
The phone was covered in a thick wad of spunk that jetted out of the tip of his throbbing cock, jet after jet forced out of his battered and spent balls landing all over the table, a solid slug went flying into his half-empty beer glass mixing perfectly with what was left of the head, another batch sprayed across his soaked singlet covering his chest and stomach with his thick, salty seed.
He screamed and groaned his way through one of the biggest, but definitively most painful orgasms of his cocky, young life, slug after slug of cum being forcibly wrung out of him until not a drop was left.
After nearly a full minute of ejaculation, Joy finally let go of his spent and withered balls, allowing him to collapse to the ground in a wreck.
Looking down at her handiwork Joy couldn't help but feel overcome at a sense of some achievement. The strapping young lad was clutching his balls in agony as his usually proud and showy cock withered back into its flaccid state, hanging limply from his fly. As the clueless, dumb hunk eventually passed out from the pain while sprawled on the sticky floor, Joy turned to Robbo and Kyle snatching up the cum covered $50 note from the table and wiping it with a rag.
"Well, that's a shame, I was really looking forward to that fuck" she said rather matter-of-fact giving both boys a seductive wink as she walked off.
Robbo and Kyle didn't need to be told twice, and without so much as looking back to check on their passed out mate they followed Joy out the backdoor for what was bound to be the wildest threesome either of them had ever participated in.
A minute or two later as the storm really started to bare down, an agitated and weary Dom walked into the pub looking for his step-brother at the behest of the mother of his two kids who had become increasingly frustrated at how little her on-again off-again boyfriend was helping out at home.
Wandering into the backroom, Dom didn't find Robbo but he did find something he was much more interested in. Robbo's hot drinking buddy Dazza was just lying there covered in cum from head to toe, passed out stripped down to his underwear.
There was no-one else around, and the howling winds that were picking up outside made it virtually impossible to hear anything over them.
'I really shouldn't' Dom thought to himself as he hooked his arms under the passed out stud's underarms and dragged him to the toilets.
And it would be there, lying on the cold-tile floor of the men's room in a crappy bush pub that Darren 'Dazza' Browning's night really began to go downhill, but that's a story for another time...
