Bully's Balls Broken

This is a short story about what happens to bullies that get too cocky for their own good.
Warning: this story contains permanent damage

Note before- I wrote this story once in a rush, it's not very well written but the ideas in it definitely turned me on. Hopefully when I get the time one day I will get to edit this and make it a better read.
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It was another normal lunchtime band practice for the lads, they were a rock band comprised of 4 high school seniors. Jeff was the lead singer, with spiked black hair, olive skin, a to-kill-for jawline and muscles in all the right places, Jeff was hot shit and he knew it. He was loved by almost everyone in the school, especially the ladies of whom he'd had more than his fair share, and his position of popularity came with a great sense of self confidence. He loved nothing more than abusing that power by tormenting the school's weaker kids- especially his drum player Aaron.

Aaron wasn't bad looking himself, but his calm and quiet demeanour often left him open to attacks from arrogant guys like Jeff. Other kids often didn't really care what happened to him, and the band's guitar and keyboard players, Keiran and Greg were no exception. While they rarely acted with direct malice toward him, they were all to happy to laugh along with Jeff's antics; today was no exception.

For the first half of their practice session, Aaron kept on missing a beat that lined up with the end of Jeff's chorus and it began to frustrate the perfectionist singer. After using the usual lines, "moron", "retard", "dumbass" on a seemingly never ending loop Jeff decided to take it further by turning things physical. After missing the beat again, Jeff spun around throwing the mic stand at Aaron knocking him off his stool to raucous laughter from Keiran and Greg.

"Keiran, Greg give me 10 minutes alone with this asshole, I'll have him drumming right when you get back" commanded Jeff. The other two boys left to grab some energy drinks from the canteen leaving Aaron at Jeff's mercy.

"Don't fucking throw shit at me again, you hear?" came Aaron, finding some confidence in himself.

"Oh really" came back Jeff, noticing Aaron's clenched fists "you gonna take a swing? come on big man do it"

Sensing Aaron's hesitation Jeff let out a laugh, "yeah thought not" he said, turning around to find his fallen mic.

That laugh was what did it, it set something off inside of Aaron. "Fuck this guy" he thought "I'm gonna take him down a peg."

Without really thinking he picked up the mic stand that Jeff had moments ago thrown at him, and also without thinking somehow realised exactly what he needed to do with it.

Jeff had found his mic and had bent over to pick it up, at that moment he felt an intense explosion of pain as Aaron swung the mic stand between his shorts from behind catching him right in the balls.

Jeff let out a squeal of surprise and terror as his knees buckled and he keeled over onto his side, clutching at his aching nuts. He was so baffled he couldn't let out a word.

Little did he know, but Aaron had just began to let out years worth of pent up rage, pouncing on the stricken high school hunk beneath him rolling him onto his back and prying away his hands from his gonads.

"Get the fuck off faggot" yelled Jeff defiantly, but insults weren't going to help him now.

With a loud *zip* Jeff's shorts fly was forced open by Aaron who within a few short seconds had undid the buttons of Jeff's boxers and forced into the open his slightly swollen sack and his impressive teen dick.

At this moment Jeff really began to panic, you see this was his last day as a 17 year old. Tomorrow, he was 18, a day he'd spent the last several years fantasising about, and not just for the drinking and the gambling, he was gonna get laid so much, by so many girls, and of course he'd be taking his homeboys to the local strip joint. He couldn't operate on a damaged set of nuts. What the fuck was happening to him? He was the king of the fucking jungle and somehow this nerd was owning him.

Aaron let out an evil grin as he saw the beads of sweat rolling down the side of Jeff's handsome face and noticed a distinctive dark patch taking over his armpits. He knew exactly what was racing through his former tormentor's mind and was loving every second of it.

Pressing down with both thumbs, he sunk into the Jeff's orbs crushing them to less than half their usual width causing the handsome boy to scream from the top of his lungs. Unfortunately for Jeff, they were in the soundproof music studio so no one could hear what was happening to the school's most popular student.

Jeff seized up in panic as he felt his dick begin to twitch as Aaron continued to push his thumbs deeper into his balls. His powerful muscles began to tremble as the pain began to wash over his body, if Aaron had been gay it would've been quite the turn on.

But even as a straight boy, Aaron could appreciate the sight of Jeff's arms flexing like crazy but seemingly unable to move, watching his neck bulge dramatically, seeing his washboard abs ripple under his sweat soaked shirt, his chest heave, his legs twitch.

What Aaron didn't know is that Jeff was desperately trying to get his muscles, any of them, to move and somehow fight back against this onslaught taking place against his manhood. Jeff was incredulous at the thought that despite all those hours on the pitch, in the gym, his daily runs, his carefully crafted exercise regime all designed to craft his perfect form, were somehow failing him now at this crucial moment. Despite all his studly strength that he had used so often to dominate the field and the bedroom, Jeff's body was in far too much pain to fight back against the markedly less muscular Aaron.

As Aaron's thumbs began to compress Jeff's nuts almost flat, Jeff's dick quickly and suddenly hardened to full mast pointing upwards towards his tensing abs. Even Aaron had to admit it was an impressive dick, around 12 inches long. "What a shame" thought Aaron.

Jeff glanced down at his own dick in terror as it started to pool precum that dripped down onto his torso, the first time this had ever not been a good sign for the sex obsessed jock. "Please bro, it's my 18th tomorrow" he stammered.

"Hmm... let me think about that" mused Aaron as he readjusted his stranglehold on Jeff's balls, removing his thumbs and replacing them with his whole hands squishing down on them hard.

"Nah" he decided wickedly, mustering all his effort into grounding down the stricken Jeff's nuts as much as he could.

Jeff's head threw back in agony as his entire body started shaking, then in a life defining moment for both boys...

*pop*

Jeff's right nut caved under the pressure shattering into a million pieces inside his sack, sending a huge load shooting from his wildly pulsating cock showering his whole body in spunk.

Jeff desperately tried to beg Aaron to stop, but a mumble was all he could muster.

*Pop*

Jeff's left nut exploded similarly into smithereens sending another huge load blasting through his rapidly withering dick covering him in cum.

The ex-stud stared down, wide eyed and in horror as his cock shrivelled back down into its now permanently flaccid state. He finally willed his hands to reach down to his sack, and began to spring tears as he felt around for his mighty balls only to find nothing.

"Well I hope you had fun with your last loads mate, enjoy your 18th tomorrow" added Aaron as he gave Jeff a playful wink and began to make his way out of the room leaving his stricken bully blubbering on the floor.

He exited the studio just as Keiran and Greg returned. "Hey where you going dumbass" asked Greg as he and Keiran offered each other a high five. But just as their hands collided so did Aaron's fists with their respective nut sacks as he simply walked on past them.

The two boys coughed and doubled over as they recovered from the pain in their balls. "Wait till Jeff hears about this" croaked Keiran as the two opened the studio doors.

What they found sent them into shock, their leader, their idol, lying on the floor, covered in his own cum, fondling an empty sack crying "he broke my balls... he broke my fucking balls."

Keiran and Greg, suddenly unsure of what they really liked about Jeff now that he wielded no authority over them, turned to each other and walked out leaving the hapless jock to his misery.