An anonymous friend was working with an AI (linked here) and was able to make their own story with it! They did a lot of editing and directing the AI, so this is really his own story that I'm sharing here. I went over it a bit to touch up somethings and I love the result! It feels really fresh and exciting, so huge shout out to my friend for working so hard on this and letting me share it!
I'm sure you guys will love this :)
The rest of this story will come out in a few weeks, so be sure to check this blog more regularly! Things will be a bit more active here for a little bit :)
Eric and Adam are hanging out in their shared apartment. It's a cosy two bedroom place, but the only mess-free zone in the entire apartment is Eric’s room. They've been roommates for a year and friends for around three years. Eric doesn't mind cleaning up after Adam, but he frequently badgers Adam to keep the place clean.
It is late afternoon on a Saturday, Eric is wearing grey shorts and a white tee. Adam is wearing sweats and a black tank top. But it’s a warm day, and Adam is feeling it. He promptly removes the sweats to throw them into a pile of clothes next to the couch.
“Dude, you're such a mess!" Eric says, pushing Adam a bit, as they sit side by side on the couch.
"Why don't you ever pick up after yourself?"
Adam groans, laughing as he pushes himself back up, but says nothing otherwise. Eric groans.
"Oh, come on! It's not that hard," Eric continues, pointing at a pile of clothes on the floor. "You could at least throw those in the hamper or something."
Adam rolls his eyes, feeling a bit annoyed by Eric's constant nagging. "Oh, please! You're the messiest person I know! At least I can admit it," he lies, knowing it will annoy Eric. "Besides, it's not like you're perfect or anything." As Adam says this, he sits up, pulling a leg up and spreading the other further away, bumping into Eric with his leg.
There's a moment of silence as Eric takes this in. He looks at Adam, the 23 year-old stud, legs wide open on the couch, one leg bumping his and the other swaying gently. Eric can't help but admire his friend's physique. Adam is 6'4" and muscular, with broad shoulders and toned arms. He has dark hair that falls over his eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. His toned thighs are strong enough to suffocate someone, and they frame his ample bulge perfectly. Eric’s seen Adam’s bulge before, but he has never complained about the view. In red briefs, Eric can see the outline of Adam’s manhood clearly and as usual, he is not disappointed.
"Oh yeah?" Eric finally says, trying to play it cool and pushing his leg back into Adam’s. "And what makes you think I'm not perfect?"
“Ha… ah, well.” Adam eyes over Eric for a second, smiling at him. Eric starts to feel a bit self-conscious before Adam continues. “Perfection is hard to get, Eric. Especially when you don’t have real man muscles!” Adam jokes, flexing his biceps and slamming his leg into Eric harder.
Eric smacks his arm and bites back his tongue, not wanting to go too far. He stands up off the couch, and begins picking up a wide array of used utensils from the table. After putting them in the kitchen, he leans against the nearby bookshelf, ready to make another point. He's 5'7" and skinny, with an endearingly goofy grin. His eyes are a piercing shade of blue, and his hair is a messy mop of light brown curls. Eric is two years younger than Adam, and despite their physical differences, they would make quite a handsome pair, if they ever dated of course.
"Well, for starters," Eric says, gesturing around the room, "you could've at least put those dirty dishes in the sink. That's what a real man would do."
Adam grins, unable to help himself. "Oh, so now I'm not a real man?" he teases. "I'm just some sort of freakishly tall, muscle-bound woman?"
Eric's heart flutters at the thought of Adam's muscles clad in a tight dress, but he tries to play it cool. "Well, no offense, big guy," he says, nudging Adam's arm, "but it's the little things that count."
At that moment, Adam gets an idea. He knows Eric doesn't mean it, and he's pretty sure Eric wouldn't mind seeing a bit more of him. So, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he slowly stretches his legs out and adjusts himself. Eric can't help but look and knows where this is going.
"Oh yeah?" Adam says, puffing out his chest a bit. "Well, I'll have you know that I have no little things to count."
Eric feels a rush of heat to his face, he can make out the shape of his dick resting on top of two egg sized mounds. Adam making a clear comment about it makes Eric feel self-conscious and he tries to look away. He clears his throat, trying to pretend that he wasn't just checking out his friend. "Pfft. You might not be little but you're definitely… weak, bro.” he says in an attempt to steer to a less risky topic. He shakes his head at the dumb comeback..
But Adam keeps it going without thinking. "Oh really?" he asks, his voice accusatory. "And what would you know about that, hmm?"
There's a spark in his eyes, and Eric feels a familiar tingle in his chest. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help it and teases Adam back.
"Well," Eric waves a hand, still leaning against the bookshelf, "I've seen you react pretty dramatically to mild pain before. Like that time you bumped into the counter and hopped around the entire living room." Adam's cheeks flush at the memory, and Eric can't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at seeing his friend squirm.
"Oh, you mean when I hit my BALLS on the counter?" Adam counters, his face incredulous. "That wasn't dramatic at all. Every guy would react the same way. Not that you would know..." he says with a sly grin.
The air between them suddenly crackles with tension as Eric realizes Adam has earned himself one good punch at least. He should probably back off, but something in him wants this to happen. He jumps on the couch as Adam playfully deflects his modest, slow swings.
"Well, maybe I should show you what real pain feels like," Eric says, trying to find an opening. "You know, just to teach you a lesson about messing with the little guy."
Adam laughs, shaking his head. "Oh, you're on." He laughs as he eventually grabs both of Eric's wrists. "You really think you can take me, huh?" Adam says as Eric flails about trying to free his hands.
"Oh, I think I can handle you just fine," Eric grins, he goes to gently bite Adam's hand, making Adam yelp out in surprise more than anything, and let go quickly to get his hand away from his very competitive roommate. Eric lunges at Adam, but Adam's quick reflexes have him dodging to the side. Eric’s momentum makes them tumble off the couch, landing in a tangled heap on the floor.
"Hah, you're not so tough now, are you?" Adam grins as he pushes Eric's back to the floor with his hands, his knees planted wide for balance.
Eric isn't going down without a fight though. His arms are down, and his legs are free, so he pushes up and kicks upwards with most of his strength, but is shocked by how cushioned the impact is. Eric feels Adam clench his wrists and then his body goes still. Eric is looking up at Adam, whose eyes are shocked and lips trembling. Confused by the expression, he looks lower and realizes his knee is planted firmly between Adam’s legs, pressing against his heavy bulge. Now, it becomes clear to Eric that the cushion he’s feeling, are just Adam’s meaty eggs. The warmth and impressive size shocks Eric, he has never felt balls that large before. He looks back up at Adam’s face, which looks completely different now, and Eric bursts out laughing.
Adam does not register what has happened for a few seconds, and then the pain hits him like a truck. His eyes roll back and his mouth forms a comical O as he looks down at Eric’s triumphant, and now laughing face.
“Well, well, well," Eric says with a smirk. "Looks like someone got a bit too cocky." He wiggles his knee, feeling Adam’s balls still up there. He is twisting the knife, so to speak, and making sure Adam feels the full effect of his new position. "Maybe you should've been wearing a cup, big guy."
Adam whines as Eric twists his knee, his face still flushed. He reaches down between them, trying to cup his aching nuts but is struggling, with Eric’s knee in the way. It only seems to make Eric laugh harder. "Oh, come on," Eric taunts as he lowers his leg and pushes Adam off. "You're not that fragile, are you?"
Adam isn’t able to respond immediately, rolling around beside Eric. The pain in his balls isn't insane but it is deep and painful. He closes his eyes and shifts around uncomfortably, before grunting loudly. Eric laughs again, which makes Adam blush.
"Shut up! You try getting your balls flattened with a bony knee!" Adam whines as he struggles onto his stomach. He pushes against the floor and tries to get the pain under control. He starts to get back to his feet, one foot at a time, nursing his bulge the entire time.
“Ah, classic!” Eric smiles.
Adam glares at Eric as he gets his other foot under him and is able to stand up. But his thick, trunk-like thighs are shaking like twigs as he does and a light whimper escapes his lips. He adjusts his bulge once more, moving his hands up to his belly and Eric notices that Adam’s bulge is bigger than before. The thought that Adam might be enjoying this sends a shiver down his spine.
"Oh, so you're just going to let me get away with that, huh?" Eric taunts, pretending to be taken aback. He bobs his head to the side, feigning innocence as Adam glares over. He sees Eric’s innocent expression and shakes his head as he gets into a position to start again. Eric blushes, but plays it off.
"Well, I guess I can't really blame you for wanting more of this." Eric teases, looking away but keeping Adam in the corner of his eye. Adam lunges forward again, but he is slowed by the pain in his plums, and Eric easily dodges out of the way. With nothing to tackle, Adam loses his balance and falls, his face and knees on the ground and his sculpted ass in the air.
"Oh, come on," Eric laughs, "You're just asking for it now." He also notices the way Adam's body tenses when he says that. He quickly takes a step closer, admiring the view of his friend's exposed backside, staring at the two big red globes and dropping his eyes to the two smaller, but somehow more prominent globes hanging invitingly between Adam’s thighs. Overcome with temptation, the urge to prove himself and uncertainty for how long Adam will hold this position, Eric launches a foot between his friend's thighs and watches the round orbs flatten almost in slow motion. The two meatballs rise up as his foot does too, and he feels them press against his foot and reshape as his kick connects perfectly. He feels and hears a satisfying thud as he squishes Adam's low hanging fruit yet again.
Pain explodes from Adam’s tender balls once again, as he feels Eric's foot slamming into his crotch. He knew the dangers of staying in a position like that for too long, and was wondering if Eric would take advantage of it; and boy did he. Adam feels his body lift a bit from the kick, and waves of pain travel through his gut. He doesn't notice anything other than the pain he is in, including his own half chub.
"Uuugh! Oooo!" Adam groans, his body arching as Eric's foot pushes his ass further off the ground. When Eric pulls his foot back, Adam collapses to the ground and whines loudly. He shifts his legs, moans and then curls onto his side. His eyes are shut, mouth tight as he squirms through the pain. Eric watches quietly, taking in the scene before Adam speaks up.
“Ooo… no, Eric… that... ah, it hurrrts..." He whimpers, sounding rather pathetic. Eric can't help chuckling at this turn of events, but he feels a bit bad for nailing his friend in the berries twice in a row.
Adam starts to cough heavily, pulling a hand up to his mouth and Eric begins to realize that he might've gone overboard. He takes a step back, giving Adam a moment to recover. "You know," Eric says, trying to sound thoughtful, "maybe I should stop while I'm ahead." He waits for a response, half-hoping that he gets to bring Adam down again, but his friend remains silent as he nurses his family jewels, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Or maybe," Eric tries, a smirk spreading across his face, "I should give you a chance to prove your might again. What do you think?" He pretends to throw up his hands in mock surrender, giving Adam the chance to decide whether he wants to continue the fight or call it quits.
Adam's shoulders tighten at the prospect. He doesn't want to admit defeat, but his balls are throbbing and he's having a hard time hiding his boner. "Mmm…fine," he grunts. "One more round." He looks up at Eric with a challenge in his eyes. "But I get to decide the rules this time."
Eric raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" he asks, feigning disinterest. "And what kind of rules do you have in mind?"
Adam pauses, considering his options. He knows he should come up with something that will give him an advantage, but deep inside, he wants to see Eric go for his weakness again. After a moment's thought, he speaks. "Alright. How about... no more kicks or knees. Only punches allowed." He smirks. "That way, I've got a fair shot at taking you down."
Eric is puzzled by the rule, but he nods slowly. He was expecting a “No more Low Blows!” rule but… this rule conveniently allows more low blows.
"Alright then," Eric says, not wanting to say too much and helps Adam get up to his feet, his legs slightly crossed. Adam is bent over, body away from Eric as he recovers. "You've got yourself a deal. Only fists, no kicks" He tilts his head to the side, sizing Adam up. Adam nods his head and pulls his body up, the pain causing him to wince and lean over again. Eric rubs his friend’s back for a moment, and Adam nods, turning around and ready to start. The two nod at each other and begin their third round.
Eric pounces first, his fists flying through the air and aiming for Adam's chest and sides, but the punches are pretty half-hearted and don’t make much of an impact on Adam. Adam pushes him away and they begin to circle around each other, each trying to find an opening to land a blow.
Adam growls in frustration as he can't seem to land a hit on Eric. His body aches from the earlier low blows, but he refuses to give up. Despite him knowing that another low blow will take the fight out of him, something inside him feels like he needs more. Like he’s not completely filled until something else comes to him. And it needs to come from deep inside his loins.
He lunges forward, aiming for Eric's stomach, but Eric easily dodges by going down on one knee and sees an opening. He knows that if Adam really didn’t want this, he would’ve said not to. Not to mention, he thinks he sees Adam bricked up a bit, which almost stops Eric in his tracks. But he recovers almost immediately, and his grin widens with opportunity. With an intentional and swift motion, he delivers a powerful uppercut to Adam's exposed and swelling nuts. There's a loud smack as his fist sinks into Adam's ample bulge, and Adam's eyes almost pop out of their sockets in disbelief.
"Aaaah!" Adam cries out, his voice comically high, doubling over and clutching at his injured balls as a fresh wave of nausea hits him. "Not again! My poor balls, you bastard!" His eyes get teary as he leans over Eric to keep up from the pain. One hand on his balls, the other on Eric as he’s struggling not to fall. When he ends up placing his other hand on Eric to keep himself up, Eric sees his opening and strikes once more. He feels Adam’s heavy testicles cushion the blow as he slams his fist up again, hearing a meaty thwack. The feeling of Adam’s big balls trying to squirm away from the impact, and the warmth emanating from Adam’s powerful body tensing over him, fills Eric with excitement.
Standing is no longer possible for Adam after the consecutive uppercuts to his balls, and he falls over with a thud, squirming and whimpering in agony. He rolls onto his stomach, kicking the ground and makes sick noises as the nausea threatens to boil over. He coughs loudly, but then has to struggle to keep himself from throwing up on the floor. His eyes are wide as he struggles wildly against the pain, and Eric watches Adam’s mewling suffering with a mix of amusement and guilt. He really, really leveled his friend, which he feels some regret for. But at the same time, it's incredibly sexy to see the huge muscular stud brought down to a state like this. He knows he didn’t even need the second punch; but Adam was basically asking for it.
As Adam continues to writhe on the ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps, Eric crouches down beside him, his power rush subsiding. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice tinged with concern. "That was... kind of my bad. I didn't mean to..." He trails off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence.
Adam looks up at Eric’s concerned expression, his eyes watering from the pain pulsing from his crotch. Through the pain, a wry smile slowly spreads across his lips. "Yeah," he manages to say between breaths. His face tenses, but it returns to a smile "I'll... be fine." He pauses, then adds, "Maybe next time... I should just stick to arm wrestling."
Eric can't help but laugh. "Oh, you mean like the time you didn't let me win even when I totally cheated?" he asks, mock-offended. Adam shrugs, still on the floor and barely staying afloat, swimming in the pain from his balls. "I'm just saying," Adam responds. "It's not my fault you're so damn weak."
They both pause, each of them thinking back to the countless times they've had this same argument. It's true that Adam has always been the more physically gifted of the two, but he has never let that go to his head. He's always been quick-witted and clever, and Eric has always admired him for it. "Wait a minute," Eric asks with narrowed eyes. "Who are you calling weak? Mr. My Balls Hurt."
Adam snorts, wincing at the movement. "Oh please, spare me the sympathy. You know I don't need it." He glances up at Eric, studying his face. There's something different about him right now, something almost... vulnerable. It's almost like Eric wants Adam’s approval. "So, what do you say?" Adam asks, curiosity getting the better of him. "Want to try again? This time, no hitting below the belt?"
Eric's eyes glint, a hint of a grin playing at the corners of his lips. "You're on," he says, his voice low. "No more cheap tricks. If I win, you'll have to finally admit I'm super strong." He extends his hand to Adam, a challenge in his eyes. "Are you ready?"
Adam takes a deep breath, trying to will away the pain in his balls. He knows Eric won't hold back, but his boys can finally have a break. He's going to have to jerk off soon after, what with all the humiliation he has been put through already. "I'm ready," he says, gripping Eric's hand. "Let's do this."
They stand face to face, each of them sizing the other up. Adam's muscles tense as he prepares for the impact. Eric smirks, feeling the anticipation build in his body. He shakes his feet to loosen his limbs and then launches himself forward, aiming for Adam's chest.
Their hands slam together with a loud clap, sending vibrations up both of their arms. Eric strains against Adam's iron grip, feeling the other man's strength pressing against him. They remain locked like this for what seems like an eternity; Adam's weakened state, who’s also holding back a bit, now evenly matched with Eric.
Finally, Eric feels Adam's grip beginning to weaken. With a surge of adrenaline, he wrenches his arm free, throwing Adam's hand to the side. At the same time, he thrusts his own arm forward, aiming for Adam's stomach.
But before he can connect, Adam lunges forward, wrapping his arms around Eric's waist. The two of them stumble backward, their bodies pressed tightly together. The tension between them is palpable, the air thick with the smell of sweat and testosterone.
With a grunt, Adam lifts Eric off the ground, his arms like steel bands around his midsection. He hoists him higher, the muscles in his back straining as he tries to hold onto Eric's flailing limbs. For a moment, it seems as if Adam might win this round.
But then, Eric manages to twist his body and wedge a knee between him and Adam's broad chest. With a sharp thrust, he pushes Adam away, sending him stumbling backward. Adam lands on the floor with a surprised gasp, and Eric takes the opportunity to sit on top of Adam's torso and pin him to the ground.
"Gotcha now!" Eric breathes heavily, all the while having a shit-eating grin pasted on his face. He leans forward, his face hovering over Adam's so he can properly bask in his victory. "You're not going to win this one, my friend."
Adam lets out a frustrated grunt, his muscles straining against Eric's weight. He tries to buck his hips, but he doesn’t get up. He thinks he probably could push Eric off if he really wanted to. In fact, Adam knows he could. But he looks up at Eric, and finally sighs, accepting his defeat. "You got me buddy, you win." Adam says as Eric laughs in delight and releases his arms. Both of them are panting, Eric sitting up on Adam’s stomach.
Slowly, a sly grin spreads across Adam's face. "So no rules now right?" Adam says quickly as his hand shoots in. Eric is too confused to register what's about to happen.
In one fluid motion, Adam punches Eric's cock and balls through his shorts and keeps his fist pressed into the mound between Eric's legs. He is surprised by the size of his friend's cock and balls, but also satisfied at feeling them under his knuckles.
“Fuck!” Eric yells out, feeling the impact. His eyes go wide and he bends over Adam's chest. Adam digs his knuckles in, twisting Eric’s manhood like a blender and then cocks his arm again, pushing it in harder. It makes Eric shriek, as he juts his ass back, almost grinding against Adam's crotch. The pain is unbelievable, he hasn't been hit in the plums for years, and he'd happily forgotten about the agony.
Adam giggles as he looks at Eric's contorted and surprised face, a hand clutching his shorts. "You're super strong Eric, I'm sure my sweet, sweet revenge won't even bother you.” With that, Adam digs his knuckles deeper into Eric’s manhood, feeling everything blend together and twist.
Eric yelps and pulls himself further back, rubbing against Adam’s crotch and thighs as he falls back, getting away from Adam’s hand and pulling a hand up to his tender nuggets. But falling back gives Adam the space to use another part of his body; he pulls a bare, but strong leg back and jams his foot between Eric’s thighs. Although his hand is covering his jewels, as Adam’s foot slams in, a loud, meaty squick is still heard. The second Adam hears that noise, Eric feels an indescribable pain erupt in him. His eyes roll back and he lets out a sick moan, before pulling his slim legs up, his head to the side. He silently screams for a minute before he twists himself up and falls back, Adam pulling his leg back and laughing at Eric's agony. Eric pulls himself into the fetal position and clutches his cracked nuts while kicking his legs softly.
"Nooo, my balls! Fuck, Adam!" he cries, his voice strained with pain. "My balls are broken! I felt them pop!" Eric rolls around, eyes shut tight and body throbbing.
Adam chuckles at the exaggeration and sits up beside Eric, rubbing the back of his head. "Oh stop being such a drama queen Eric, it's just a punch." He shrugs, teasing Eric for calling him dramatic earlier.
“And a kick!”
“Ah yes, but your hand was in the way!”
“So?! Dude, they got like… trapped and popped. My God…” Eric moves his body up to shove a hand underneath his shorts. Adam blushes and turns away, hearing Eric’s low moaning for a little longer. As Eric's moaning subsides, they stay there in silence as the sky gets dark. Adam stroking Eric's hair gently while both of them cup their bruised balls and almost hard cocks.
Adam is consumed with thoughts about Eric using his weakness against him, when he suddenly notices the wet spot that has been growing on his boxers since he started massaging himself. He panics, the thought of Eric seeing his erection and getting disgusted swirling in his mind. He tries to get up abruptly but is stopped by a hand on his thigh.
"Where are you going, big guy?" Eric says as Adam's eyes find his.
Adam hesitates, feeling a blush creep up his neck. "Oh, uh, I was just gonna... grab some water or something." He offers lamely.
Eric grins, the expression a mix of amusement and something else that Adam can't quite place. "You're blushing, Adam." He props himself up on an elbow and pointedly looks at the obvious tent in Adam's underwear.
Adam's face grows even redder. "I-I was just, um..." He trails off, feeling more flustered by the second. He feels like he's on the edge of a cliff, mustering up the courage to jump off. He wants to talk to Eric about it, but he's not sure how.
Eric laughs softly, his eyes moving back to Adam's face. He doesn't break eye contact as he uncurls his body and sits up, revealing a tent of his own. His eyes light up when he sees Adam's shoulders relax.
"It's okay, Adam." Eric says almost mischievously as he sidles up to Adam and cups his balls gently. "If you can't say it, maybe I can make you." Adam is lost in the feeling but sharp pain brings him back to reality as his nuts get squeezed between Eric's fingers.
"Ow! Quit it!" he gasps, his hands holding Eric's wrist. He looks at Eric's face and sees a tenderness there that makes him lose himself again. But that doesn't last long, as Adam is brought back to reality with a sharp tug on his big balls.
Eric's grin widens. "What were you going to say, Adam?" He asks innocently, moving his face closer to Adam's while he pulls on his plums with a vengeance.
"Ouch! Okay, okay!" Adam cries out, his hand moving from Eric's wrist to his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself against the pain. "I was going to say..." He trails off as he loses the words again.
Eric sees this unfold and decides to put his friend out of his misery. He moves forward and kisses Adam, as he clamps down on his balls harder.
Adam's mouth opens in surprise, his lips parting as he tentatively returns the kiss. The feeling of Eric's lips on his and one final tug on his hefty balls pushes him over the edge. He moans into Eric's mouth as his dick starts pumping out load after load of thick cum that makes a huge wet patch on the front of his boxers.
As the last of his orgasm subsides, Eric finally releases his grip on Adam's balls, massaging them gently through his boxers as he comes back up for air. "There you go, big guy," he says with a grin, nuzzling Adam's neck. "Now we can talk about it."
He expects Adam to start spouting confessions, but post-nut clarity hits Adam like a freight train. He gets extremely anxious about what this means and how their lives will never be the same. And in his anxiety, he does the most idiotic thing one could do, he pushes Eric off him and limps quickly to his room.
Eric watches as Adam retreats, feeling a mix of confusion and hurt. He doesn't know what went wrong, his dick still fully erect and his eyes following Adam's frame. He is left alone on the floor, wondering if he just lost his best friend.
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