The Cocky Swimmer / Fathers Day Golf Tournament

Today is the first day of summer in my part of the world! To celebrate the season of pools, and hot guys in skimpy swimsuits, please enjoy the below story with illustration by Whistle (don't forget to view the drawings in full size by clicking or tapping. The attention to gory detail is amazing! It is also Father's Day here so I am making this post a 2 for 1 with two stories to celebrate Summer and Dads!

The Cocky Swimmer

Vince was the star and captain of the Amajor University swim team. He was tall, lean senior with cropped brown hair, a chiseled jaw and a quintessential swimmers build; svelte yet muscular and toned, with powerful arms and legs. Even though his impressive skills had taken the team to the state championships three years in a row, Vince’s cockiness and demeaning way he spoke to his teammates had pushed one too many buttons 

Perhaps the only thing bigger than Vince’s attitude was his massive package. It was visible even in jeans so bulged obscenely in his tight-fitting swimwear. The natatorium would fill with coeds eager to catch a glimpse of his legendary bulge. And he wasn’t content to show off his huge beach balls in his swimsuit. He would purposefully take longer than necessary to shower off after practice to show off his massive nuts and cock in the showers, letting the warm water drip off of them and caressing them in his hands. He got off watching the other guys’ awestruck expressions as they were transfixed by the sheer size of his nuts. When he was done showing off, he would slip into a pair of designer jeans paid for by his lucrative OnlyFans; having nuts the size of a farm animal makes excellent click bait.

It was the last big tournament of his college career. They were up against nearby Quintero University, and Vince was openly disappointed that his talents would be wasted besting such a poor team. Vince had been especially cock and bossy in the week leading up to the match and little did he realize that his teammates had prepared a very special senior sendoff for him.

Vince suspected that the team was up to something. It was a tradition that he started, to prank the graduating seniors in the pool. Last year they had sent Greg Watson off by dumping a ridiculous amount of sports drink mix into the pool while he was swimming. Greg was a sticky, but unhurt mess and the school’s maintenance staff was furious that they had to drain the entire pool, clean it and get it ready for a meet that night. The ordeal actually prompted the university to upgrade the pool drain to a more powerful version that could empty the pool in half the time.

Vince was swimming laps to warm up his muscles. He was wearing his tight Speedo and looked like a gorgeous merman as he sliced effortlessly through the water. His eyes were closed as he thought about the mouth of the hot guy he was going to take home from the stands that night; even though a lot of girls showed up to watch, Vince was keenly aware that a fair share of horny guys - with no real interest in swimming - came to his meets to check him out...

Suddenly, Vince felt a hand on his head and he was pushed under the water. He struggled for a moment before realizing that this must be the senior prank. He was able to surface long enough to take a deep breath to prepare for whatever shenanigans were planned before he was dunked under again.  He felt his butt hit the bottom of the pool when suddenly he heard, rather he felt, an odd sensation coming from underneath him.

“Turn it on!” someone shouted from the pool deck.

Vince saw several bodies diving into the water, swimming around him like sharks. Confused, he resurfaced again and looked around. Brian, a freshman, was at the side of the pool  where the pH monitor and drain controls were and another swimmer, Zach, was holding a GoPro, apparently adjusting it before jumping into the pool. 

“What the...”

Vince was dunked under the water, this time on his stomach and he felt a tugging on his balls. He reached his hand and was horrified to realize that the tugging wasn’t coming from a prankster’s hand; it was coming from the pool drain. His teammates had taken off the grate that usually kept anything larger than a hair from being sucked into the pool drain pump’s sensitive insides but now it was just a gaping hole. Vince struggled as the boys swam around him in circles and Zach recorded him with the camera.

Whhhhrrrr

Zach let out a scream that manifested as a string of bubbles at the surface as the pool drain kicked into its highest gear. At the pool controls, Brain watched as the pressure gauge continued to increase. Clearly the machine did not like being blocked and it compensated by suctioning harder when it abruptly stopped. 

A light flashed next to a rather large warning sign:

WARNING: PRESSURE TOO HIGH! CHECK DRAIN FOR BLOCKAGE. REMEMBER DO NOT USE PUMP WHILE POOL IS OCCUPIED. SERIOUS INJURY MAY RESULT!

Brian chuckled and flipped an override switch.

The brief reprieve on the tugging on Vince’s balls was short lived. The pump, no longer programmed to stop when blocked, huffed and puffed, suctioning harder and harder as it tried to rid itself of the blockage, also known as Vince’s balls.

Vince screamed and tried to surface but was held firmly at the bottom of the pool by the pump. The pressure gauge was in the red and the machine was showing no signs of stopping. Vince’s balls were bulging, they were swelling as they were vacuum pumped and were totally blocking the hole now, their cords ripping away.  The boys swimming overhead watched his futile struggling and laughed, fully ready to dive below and hold him in place if he got free. Not like he could.

Whhrrr

Vince was terrified; the suction on his boys was so extreme it felt like they were tearing off. Painful pops and ripping sensations were filling him with alarm bells. Shockingly, his massive cock was throbbing and pulsing in his swim trunks.

RRRIIPP

The suction was so severe that Vince’s tight swimwear ripped and the pieces that were covering his balls were sucked away and the rest floated to the top of the pool. Vince’s raging cock flopped forward and everyone laughed.

It felt like someone was swinging from his sack, he tried to break away but couldn’t. The pressure gauge on the pump was at maximum and would have gone higher if it could. The plumping under the pool itself was creaking and groaning, the pump motor was smoking. Vince’s balls were putting up a fight...

SPLOOOOOOOOOSH

Vince screamed into the water as every single structure in his ball bag catastrophically exploded all at once. It was like Thanos had performed ‘the snap’ and only the internal structure of Vince’s balls were affected. The gunky liquified sack, being much less sturdy than his unbroken testicles, was sucked immediately into the drain, the machine making quick work of the cords.

Vince was released from the suction and floated to the surface, barely able to pull himself out of the water. Even though it had felt like it lasted forever, the whole castration lasted less than a minute. 

“Fucking sick!” 

Brian chuckled and pointed to the pump’s controls. There was a transparent section of pipe that passed through the pressure sensor and it was now full of red, mushy gunk.

“Happy graduation, asshole!” 

The team shouted as Vince passed out at the side of the pool.

Father's Day Golf Tournament

Gunther and his son Craig had been looking forward to the annual Father's Day Golf Tournament for months, especially the after party they had been invited to on the last hole. Them and two other father-son pairs, the highest scorers from last year's tournament, were going to take place in a very special range contest with profound implications for the three family lines.

Gunther had been getting his twenty-one year old son Craig ready for the contest for the past week. Gunther's knee was actually sore from the near-constant rain of ball-crushing knees he had delivered throughout  the week and his fists' powerful aim was now so accurate he could have punched Craig's balls up his throat with his eyes closed. As a result, Craig's already large balls were horribly bruised and swollen by the time of the tournament which would make them bigger - and softer - targets.

Craig's heavy, swollen testicles tumbled out of his golf shorts and he and the other sons got ready in the blazing midday heat. Only a small group of invited Country Club guests were allowed to watch as Craig and the others lay on short grass completely naked and restrained to the ground. Their legs were close together to give their fathers' ample ground room to work from but that didn't mean their balls weren't exposed. To the contrary, all six juicy plums had thick white rubber rings choking the base of their sacks that forced their balls skyward. The rings were so tight that the sons would have lost their balls eventually anyway just from being choked off - not like they had that much time left on earth anyway.

The rules of the range contest were quite simple. Gunther and the other dads were going to see which of them could knock their boy's balls clean off their body or - barring that - which could turn their progeny's plums into the gooiest plum pudding. Craig and the others were thrilled to be able to give their dads such a special one-time gift but now that they were finally tied to the ground, their massive nuts forced above their crotches looking like over-sized golf balls on a tee, they were all starting to get nervous. One of them, a blazing hot blonde who looked to be in his late teens, was pointlessly struggling against his bonds. But it was too late.

"Fore!"

The drivers were harder to swing than Gunther expected with an abnormally large and heavy head more like a heavy croquet mallet than a golf club. Gunther, a portly gentleman looking quite 'dad-like' in his bright yellow golf pants and periwinkle shirt, rotated his torso for extra power and sent his driver directly into Craig's sack. His aim was perfect. 

Craig let out a blood curdling scream as his fat plums were violently rocketed around his sack. The head of the mallet slammed into his bag, sinking into the swollen orbs and causing Gunther's arm to shake from the vibration. Gunther smiled as he lined up another swing. 

Meanwhile the blonde's nuts were already turning a hideous shade of purple as his dad rapid-fired into his son's bag. Craig screamed and his back arched as Gunther slammed the heavy club over and over into his bag. If his balls had been an actual golf ball, they would have been on the green already, but they were trapped to his body forced to absorb all of the devastating blows. Gunther was taking his time lining up each shot unlike the blondes dad who was trying to end his chances of grandkids faster and faster.

Craig's nuts ballooned as the assaulted orbs started to collapse under the swings. Finally his left nut couldn't take it and shattered in his bag. The scream was choked out of Craig's throat at the sudden explosive pain. Gunther could feel the change in consistently as the club head sank deep into Craig's nut and he smiled at himself. Meanwhile, there was a load whoop from the crowd. One of the three sacks had burst open, spraying the grass with a mess of gunky former-testicles.

Gunther lined up his swing and let Craig's final nut have it. Craig screamed as his right nut started to crack. The blonde beat him to the finish. The young guy let out a horrified wail as his balls lost all shape in his bag looking like two wax testicles in a sack had melted.

More inspired than ever, Gunther lined up for an epic final swing. Craig looked up at the incoming blow and blacked out just from the terror. 

SPLOOOOSH

Craig's enormous babymakers exploded into pulp in his sack. Gunther cheered as he started rapidly slamming the club into Craig's swelling gunk filled sack. 

BLOOSH

Craig was shocked back into consciousness at the worst time. He screamed as he felt his scrotum erupt open and a huge spray of partially liquified gunk flew out landing on the grass and his abs. Gunther's club was literally dripping with his son's testicles. Gunther grinned huge as he lined up one more blow...

CROOOSH

All six testicles ended up as stains on golf club heads and the three sacks were reduced to nothing but empty husks.