In the spirit of the season, I've teamed up with Punch His Nuts, who runs an awesome Instagram account that you can see here that features some hilarious nut shot scenes from film and TV. This tale of nut-cracking pain is an ode to the spirit of classic Christmas comedy films like Home Alone; while there's no kid left abandoned by his family, no burglars, and no caroling soundtrack, there is an extensive set of booby-traps that leads to a lot of balls getting busted and a lot of egos getting bruised in this classic tale of bully vs nerd as two local teens find themselves in their local sports centre after hours with three mean jocks. I know this is a little different from some of my previous work but I hope you nonetheless enjoy this light-hearted but equally viscous tale. (Note- as this is intended as a bit of comedy, please suspend any assumptions of realism like the time it would take to set things up or the practicality of the traps just like you would for a silly movie!)
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It was just a couple of weeks out from Christmas and it was a busy night at the local sports centre. The state of the art facility had opened only a couple of years earlier and was the largest complex of its kind anywhere in the country; it had numerous different rooms for various different indoor sports and was a popular hang for the local kids.
The facility was the practice ground of the local junior indoor soccer team, and 13 year old Dylan was excited to finish off the season on a high. Due to various school commitments that the boys of the team had at this time of year, their usual practice time of 6pm had been bumped to the later 8pm meaning they'd run through til the centre's close time of 10 o'clock; but it was no big deal, Dylan's older 16 year old brother Alex was a volunteer assistant coach for the team and would be able to make sure he got home safe afterwards.
The pair arrived a little early to find the team's head coach trying to politely diffuse some situation between him, the leisure centre manager and three enraged dudebros. Two of the guys were standing back a bit from the situation, arms folded crossly while looking arrogant whilst the tallest and most muscly of them engaged in a bitter back-and-forth argument with the centre's manager spitting all kinds of vile and degrading insults "dumb bitch", "stupid cow" etc... there seemed no end to this guy's venom.
Through listening to the exchange the brothers were able to put together that the big angry, bulky 6'3" dude was a 21 year old college baseball stud by the name of Brad, he and his 20 year old dorm buddy Mike (shorter at 6'1" with a lean, though still muscular frame and a champion hockey player) had rocked up to their usual Thursday night 3v3 basketball practice tagging along Brad's younger brother Aaron (an 18 year old slightly less bulky hunk that was otherwise a carbon copy of his older brother) who had been conscripted to replace Brad and Mike's regular teammate who was out with a groin injury. The 3v3 games were always a casual affair played in one of the centre's large multipurpose sports halls. However, unfortunately tonight for the three lads, the kids indoor soccer team that usually played before they arrived had booked it out for practice on this particular evening.
It transpired that the other team of three college basketball players had simply accepted the unfortunate lack of availability at the centre and left, but Brad's team were having none of it. Infuriated that he was being kicked out to make space for a bunch of 13 year olds, Brad was demanding to be given somewhere else to play; but as the increasingly frustrated centre manager kept explaining to him, there were no other available facilities that evening. Eventually, the junior team's coach stepped in and suggested a compromise where they would only use half the arena for practice that night and allow the guys to practice their basketball with each other on the other side; the three jocks reluctantly agreed.
Before long the rest of Dylan's team had arrived and the team's final practice session for the season was underway. Unfortunately, the evening was not quite the final fun outing they'd been expecting with Brad, Mike and, after some peer pressure from the others, Aaron all going out of their way to disrupt the kids' game. They somehow kept "accidentally" losing control of the basketball sending it launching into the middle of the soccer practice happening on the other side of the hall, when they'd come to collect it they'd always find a way of "accidentally" tripping over the soccer ball and inadvertently kicking it to some inconvenient location to be retrieved. Aaron would boast from the sidelines about how he was a soccer champion himself while mocking the inabilities of the younger kids to play 'properly', Mike and Brad egging him on with high fives and fist bumps whenever he landed a particularly mean insult against one of the players.
After nearly two hours of the jocks' antics and loudmouth behaviour, the soccer team finally started to disperse and head off home. Dylan and Alex were the final two left as they had volunteered to pack up the equipment and move it back into storage. "What fucking bullshit tonight was" Dylan muttered. "I don't think mum would approve of you using that language buddy" replied Alex in his typical big brother fashion, causing Dylan to roll his eyes. Across the room, the three older guys were still mucking around being obnoxiously loud; it appeared Aaron had accidentally sent the basketball flying into the mound in Mike's basketball shorts causing the handsome stud to collapse to the floor as Brad and Aaron shared a brotherly high-five while mocking their fallen buddy. "Hmm... but I know where you're coming from" said Alex to Dylan, "that behaviour tonight was pretty low, even for jocks".
It was just as Alex and Dylan were finishing up that they overheard Brad detailing to Aaron his plans to make sure they never had to share the space again. "See that storage cupboard over there" Brad gestured to his younger bro, painfully unaware of how loud his voice was, "it doesn't lock, and that corner of the room is a total CCTV blind-spot" he said grinning "all we gotta do is make sure we take long enough in the showers, the front desk staff always leave smack bang on 10 'cause the front door is self locking; so long as they think we're on our way out they'll leave us alone in here, me and Mike have done it a million times to get an extra hour of practice or whatever... ain't that right man?" Mike groaned in confirmation as he continued to soothe his battered nuts. Suddenly Aaron's perpetually dimwitted face lit up, "Ah! I get it, so when everyone else is gone we can show them up by using their space, haha sick one bro". Brad rolled his eyes "no you dumb fuck! once they're gone we'll wreck their equipment so they don't come back, and that way we'll get to play in our normal place every week". "Oh" Aaron responded sheepishly, "is that legal...?". Mike and Brad simply looked at each other in disbelief at Aaron's continuing stupidity before the boys headed off to the showers.
"Alex, we can't let them destroy our stuff" whispered Dylan to his big bro. "No, we can't. Dylan I know I've told you to always use your words to solve your problems, but I think it's time I taught you how to deal with bullies when that clearly isn't an option" responded Alex with a mischievous wink. The two brothers shared a knowing smile and headed off into the sports centre to come up with a way to bring them down and save their team's equipment. "Ok" Alex said, looking at a map on the wall of the centre's layout "those jocks are probably gonna be in the locker room for at least half an hour messing around, so here's our plan..."
***
Over the coming hour the two set about the sporting complex, setting up traps and using Dylan's expert IT skills to hack into the centre's ultra modern smart systems control as well as the CCTV network once the staff had all clocked out. At his brother's suggestion, Dylan increased the general temperature of the building and also tapped into the water controls to increase the heat in the showers; had they had a view in the locker room they would've smiled with glee as the three sets of nuts inside gradually lowered in their increasingly loose sacks as the temperature inched up all the while their oblivious owners kept on flicking soap at each other and horsing around, talking grotesquely about the various sex acts they planned to perform on the dates they'd all lined up for themselves later that night, completely unaware of the plans the younger boys they'd so vastly underestimated were rolling out. Alex was able to sneak into the locker room undetected and swipe the guy's bags (a crucial part of the plan), while Dylan managed to set a self-erase directive on the CCTV to wipe itself of recorded footage at midnight. After a great deal of painstaking work the plan was set, now all they had to do was wait...
Meanwhile down in the change room Brad was the first to hop out of the shower, drying himself off while absentmindedly checking himself out in the mirror. His taught muscles glistened in the reflection as the cocky stud smirked at the raw specimen of masculinity he saw starting back at him. Mike soon stepped out of the showers too and began drying off . Grabbing a discarded can of Lynx deodorant and giving his pits a spray, Brad began to saunter around the room looking for his gym bag, grunting in confusion when he couldn't find it before tossing the can to Mike who gladly accepted the fuckboi-spray to freshen up ahead of the night of revelry the boys had planned. Unlike the other lads, Brad's black boxer briefs remained on the changing bench as he'd neglected to tuck them into his bag during the race for the showers giving him at least something to wear while he tried to locate his missing possessions.
"Hurry the fuck up bro, we've got sports equipment to destroy and then some hoes to bang" shouted Brad to his younger brother who was still showering. "Yeah, yeah I'm coming" Aaron responded, though not seeming to move from where he was standing. Unfortunately, poor Aaron was still a teenager and was slightly more hormonally responsive to environmental changes than the other two more sexually matured college studs. Though he had not consciously noticed the increasing temperature of the showers thanks to Dylan's sneaky system adjustments, his body certainly had. The increasing heat combined with the soapy, wet environment and all Brad and Mike's boasting about fucking had caused a very physical response in Aaron, the young soccer star's dick had chubbed up to its full 8.5 inches and Aaron was desperately trying to get it to go back down before either of the older guys noticed; though the pressure of all the increasingly hot, steamy water cascading over every bump and crevasse of his naked, muscular body was definitively not helping.
Suddenly a crackle emitted from the PA system as a corny spooky recording that Alex had done up earlier echoed through the locker room... "bewaaareee....leeeeeavvvvvee nowwwww" and other dumb spooky sound effects were filling the air, clearly in a teenager's voice. Mike and Brad shared a weird look before deducing that the voice belonged to one of the losers they'd fucked with earlier.
"Fuck man, this is perfect" Brad exclaimed "now we don't even have to wreck the equipment, we can just find those little bastards and wreck them instead". He briefly considered sticking around to search for the remainder of his clothes, but being overcome with the urge to beat up some nerds he simply shrugged his shoulders, "fuck it" he said, marching out in just his underwear. "Ayy, leave some for me" Mike joked as he tied his towel around his waist, opting to stay back and hunt for the guys' bags in amongst the lockers.
Brad knew that in order to be controlling the PA system the two high schoolers would need to be in the reception area, so he decided to take what he thought a shortcut through the indoor batting cage hall, a place he remembered fondly from many years of high school ball practice. He strutted confidently across the hall, and had nearly made it to the the other side while getting himself ready to burst into the reception and beat the shit out of these little twerps, when he suddenly noticed his gym bag tucked away at the base of one of the batting cages. "What the..." Brad wondered aloud, "those little fucks!!"
The hunky college student marched in fury as he headed into the cage to retrieve his bag "if those little shits have touched a single thing of mine I'm gonna fucking kill them" he spat through his teeth in a rage. He reached down to pick up his bag when suddenly *BAM*
"Ow! What the hell!?" Brad yelled as a baseball forcefully impacted with his right shoulder. He stumbled backward in surprise rubbing his shoulder which quickly started to turn red from the force of the blow. The big guy spun around, his eyes scanning the rest of the massive hall and its various cages only to find no-one there.
Dylan and Alex were laughing their asses off at the dumb jock's confusion while monitoring the situation through the CCTV cameras in the main admin office and also through one of the centre's GoPros which the pair had found in a cabinet in the office and mounted to the top of the batting machine in order to get a close up view. "Damn, this remote control batting cage has more uses than I ever imagined" joked Alex as he carefully walked his little brother through the plan.
The pair sat sniggering as they watched the dumbass jock crawling across the ground back towards his bag at the base of the machine, perhaps figuring that in his impatience to retrieve it he may have set off the machine by brushing past it. After waiting for the better part of a minute on the ground, he slowly crept his way back onto his feet before grabbing his bag, and cautiously made his way back toward the exit from the cage.
"Wait for it" cautioned Alex, watching along as Dylan lined up his aim on the cannon with help from the GoPro. "Now!" Dylan pressed two buttons in quick succession and suddenly a loud horn sound blasted from the emergency speaker mounted on the wall directly above the pitching machine. Brad spun around to face the source of the noise only to see the pitching machine once again come to life as a baseball was spat out heading straight for him. Brad gulped as the fastball sailed through the air narrowing in on its intended targets...
CRUNCH
The force of the first blow causing him to drop his sports bag
CRUNCH
"Fuck! A second ball just hit me in the ju-" Brad was thinking to himself when
CRUNCH
A third ball, comprising the end of the machine's rapid fire setting, slammed directly into the middle of the lower part of the stud's ample bulge. Brad's bulge jiggled from the impact, his mouth opened in the perfect 'o' shape, his eyes crossed and the big muscle-bro let out one of the girliest squeals either Dylan or Alex had ever heard as he gingerly reached into his boxer briefs to cup his shattered nutsack. Brad slowly sank to his knees, unable to do anything but groan and make gasping noises. "Time to put him out of his misery?" Dylan asked his brother, "yeah... for now" responded Alex as he pressed a button on the remote firing out one final baseball that smacked Brad right on his forehead knocking the beleaguered jock out cold.
"Now you see here" said Alex, reviewing the footage with his brother "each of the rapid-fire shots hit our subject right in the balls; you can tell because the lower part of his bulge gets crushed and then jiggles from the impact. You can see from his very visible and audible reaction that they were right on target, and even though he's a strong, muscular male in his prime all it takes to stop him are just a couple of quick taps below the belt. However, that said, like your science teacher will have explained the only way to prove a hypothesis is to test it out on different subjects, and we've still got two other muscular jerks left to take care of." Alex and Dylan shared a smile as the pair began to talk through the plan for their next target...
***
Back in the locker room, Aaron was still showering off in the increasingly hot water cursing beneath his breath that his rock hard dick didn't seem to want to go down. Mike was pacing irritably up and down between the changing benches. He'd looked everywhere for the guys' gym bags and there were none in sight- not in the lockers, not on or under any of the benches, not anywhere! The bags had their clothes, their wallets, their phones, their car keys, their secret stashes of condoms... everything a guy in his teens or early 20s held dear.
"Fuck, where the hell is Brad!?" shouted Mike angrily while slamming his fist into a locker door. The 20 year old stud looked especially hunky standing there in just his loosely wrapped white towel, his slender body dripping with the remaining drops of moisture from his shower, his hair still wet, his eight pack abs and sharply chiseled pecs rising and falling with every huff and puff as the pissed off looking college student slowly started to lose his patience with the increasingly long absence of his long-time dorm buddy.
"You know how shit Brad's sense of direction is" joked Aaron from the steamy shower "he probably took his 'short-cut' through the batting cages again". Mike however couldn't see the humour in the situation, "well I've got an 18 year old cheerleader to meet at 11, so if he doesn't hurry the fuck up I'm gonna beat his ass into next week". Aaron just laughed at Mike's increasing horny frustration as he looked nervously at the clock above the locker room exit which showed the time ticking close to 10.30.
A few minutes later, with neither sight nor sound of Brad, Mike decided to head out and see what was keeping him so long "if Brad can't deal with a pair of whiny high schoolers himself then I better go do it for him" Mike muttered to Aaron who was still showering as he marched off towards the reception to take care of the trouble-makers and get his night back on track. Not being burdened with Brad's deplorable directional skills, Mike knew the actual short-cut to the reception could be found via the squash court.
As Mike entered the court, he noticed with suspicion that his gym bag was placed right in the middle exactly halfway between the door he had entered and the door that led out the other side to the reception desk. "Little pricks" Mike muttered as he marched barefooted towards his bag.
Back in the security office, Alex and Dylan observed Mike's movements through the CCTV system. "Now, this dumb jock will almost certainly notice the obvious trap, but not the less visible one" Alex said while encouraging his eager student of a brother to watch along closely.
Through the CCTV cameras the pair noticed Mike had suddenly stopped about 10 feet away from the bag and had started chuckling smugly. "You really think I'm dumb enough to step on the one mouse trap you place out in the open in the middle of a giant court??" Mike shouted, openly mocking the two brothers as he spotted the trap they'd laid out near his bag. "Come on guys, at least try" he scoffed while scratching his broad chest. As he got closer to the mouse trap he suddenly noticed the lingering stench of sweat in the air... "wtf" he thought to himself, absentmindedly sniffing his pits. Unbeknownst to Mike, while the lads were in the shower the two high-schoolers had gone through each of the jocks' workout tank tops and wrung out the sweat from them in two very specific spots.
The brothers in the office snickered as they watched him confidently step just to the left of where the mouse trap was laid out. "Ok, watch now!" instructed Alex as Dylan kept his eyes fixed on the monitor. Suddenly, things started happening very quickly for Mike. His left foot landed in a slippery surface destabilizing his muscular frame, he spread his legs wide for his right foot to try and find a stable surface, his right foot landed on the ground on the other side of the mouse trap but to Mike's horror the surface there was also slippery. It only took a few short seconds for the doomed jock to slip in the two puddles of his and his bro's jock sweat causing his towel to unravel as he was forced into the splits, his entire weight crashing to the ground. Suddenly
BOOM
SNAP
CLICK
Every muscle in Mike's gym-fortified body tensed and the colour drained from his face as his mind raced to process what had happened
"AHHH!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The hunky hockey star let out a series of deep, terrified screams as his body started wildly thrashing about on the floor, his nuts both stuck in the mousetrap he had come crashing down on, the trap snapping right into the centre of both of his proud balls. The snickering of both Alex and Dylan in the office had descended to full-on hysterical laughter as they watched the extraordinary ways Mike's body would flip and twist and turn as the pain shot through his system. They watched as his dick flopped about like a rag doll in a storm as his hips wildly thrusted in a desperate attempt to release his trapped nuts, his hands futilely tugging at his trapped nards as his entire body poured with sweat. After nearly a minute of screaming and trashing and bucking and tugging, Mike's eyes suddenly rolled back into his head as succumbing from the pain, he mercilessly passed out.
For the better part of the next 5 minutes, the brothers in the office lost themselves in fits of laughter replaying the scenes they'd witnessed over and over cackling loudly every time they saw Mike's terrified expression as his towel snapped open as he did the splits, leading to his bare balls flopping out on to the mouse trap.
Eventually regaining composure, Alex turned to his brother, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes and beginning to sit up properly "see little bro, even if you can't hit them with something, you can just trap them with something else... now we've got one more jock to humiliate" he said to his apprentice in pain. "You ready to learn something more?"
"Actually, I was wondering, what if I set this one up? Get some real hands on experience?" asked the eager Dylan, clearly keen to advance his skills. "I don't know little man, setting up an active task like this while the guy you're targeting is still at large... it's a bit risky" responded Alex, though the older brother did quickly begin to feel bad seeing the disappointment in Dylan's face. "Ah alright, but you have to promise to be careful" said Alex, causing Dylan's face to light back up once more. "I will, I promise!" his younger brother replied enthusiastically, grabbing himself a heavy dumbbell they'd stolen from the indoor fitness centre and a piece of rope they'd found in the maintenance supply closet, heading off toward the locker room where Aaron was still showering...
***
"Ngghh'' Aaron grunted, his hands slowly working his piece of meat in the steamy shower. The moment Mike had left to look for his older brother, Aaron's mind had started to drift to thoughts of the girl he would inevitably be fucking later that night. He imagined how impressed she'd be by his big dick and his big heavy balls. He thought lustfully of how good it would feel to nut inside a chick after a week long dry spell. Eventually, combined with the intense warmth from the water cascading around him he'd made the hormone-driven decision to take some advice Brad had offered him on his 16th birthday two years prior "always jerk off before you head out to bang a chick, makes you last longer." After a full week with no proper fucking, Aaron was keen to make tonight's main event last as long as possible. The stud let out a series of moans and groans as he got closer and closer to busting a nut...
Meanwhile, Alex watched on approvingly as he monitored the CCTV Cameras and saw Dylan attaching the dumbbell and rope trap to the complex's south exit doors which sat immediately opposite the main exit from the men's locker room. Dylan hurriedly started to make his return, but passing the side exit from the locker room (closest to the showers) he suddenly slipped in the wet footsteps left behind by Mike. Dylan let out a sudden yelp as he fell hard on his back against the ground.
Aaron's shower wank session was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the yelp followed by a thud from just outside. He had been mere moments away from shooting his mighty load and the interruption practically constituted an edging for the randy jock. "Those fucking kids!!" he yelled in frustration, slamming the taps of the shower to off and marching out towards the exit bare naked, his hard teenaged prick still bouncing against his toned abs. Alex watched with horror on the monitor as Aaron emerged from the side exit, just a couple of feet from where Dylan was standing having just regained composure from his fall. "What are you doing here you little shit!?" Aaron demanded, sending Dylan into a panicked sprint. "Hey! Get back here!" shouted Aaron, taking off after him. "Oh shit..." muttered Alex as he realised the pair were running back towards the indoor general purpose court that their soccer team had played in earlier. The 16 year old leapt off his seat and began running in the hopes he'd make it there before Aaron did, on his way he passed by the open door to the centre's equipment storage room; "ah perfect" he said to no-one in particular as he spied just the tool that might help him bring down the larger bully.
Dylan meanwhile burst through the doors to the large general purpose court with Aaron just a few paces behind him. "Get back here you little fucker, I'm gonna beat your ass!" the older boy yelled as he got closer. Dylan was only a few feet inside the large hall when he was brutally tackled to the ground by the soccer star, Alex meanwhile took advantage of the commotion to sneak in through the still open door and duck behind the bleachers that ran along the wall adjacent to where Aaron had tackled Dylan. He watched in growing anger as the mean jock manhandled his little brother and picked him up by the collar and holding him in the air so that the two found themselves face to face, Dylan's back facing the bleachers where Alex was hiding.
Aaron's face was full of rage as his grip tightened on Dylan's collar, the panicked younger kid looking terrified as the jock's face seethed with rage. "Listen here you little asshole" Aaron started shouting, remembering exactly how his brother had taught him to deal with nerds and geeks "do you know who I am? I'm the biggest fucking deal in indoor soccer this city has seen in a generation. So if you and your nerdy brother want any kind of future in this sport you won't fuck with me!" Dylan nodded and gulped, still petrified of what the older boy was going to do. Aaron stood menacingly, his legs nice and wide for balance, his mammoth dick though a little softer was still pointed skywards, his heavy balls swinging gently beneath and hanging extra low and sensitive thanks to the hot shower water. "I'd be in my right mind to beat the living shit out of you!" Aaron yelled, louder this time as he started to aggressively shake Dylan "but I'll let you off easy, one punch to the face, it'll make a man out of you." Aaron smirked as Dylan's eyes started to tear up "please.. no" the younger kid said but Aaron just grinned more, holding him by one hand and pulling the other back readying for the punch "don't worry dude" the older teen responded, "it'll be over before you know it, and who knows maybe one day you'll thank me." Dylan closed his eyes as Aaron pulled back his fist ready to be in a world of pain when all of a sudden
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
For a moment there was dead silence as four shots rung out across the gym hall. Dylan tentatively opened his eyes only to see his tormentor staring back at him though perhaps not looking at him, more as if he were just staring off into space and Dylan just happened to be in the way. His eyes were wide open, his jaw was hanging down as he futilely gasped for breath. The arm that was holding Dylan aloft was slowly starting to shake as every muscle in the beefcake's powerful upper body started to tremble. Dylan peered down to see four bright paint marks on the stud's junk. Two were splotched across the meaty undershaft of his rapidly softening dick, and the other two were right on target in the dead centre of each of his mighty balls. Suddenly a familiar voice rang out across the hall "Kick him in the nuts, bro!" shouted Alex, and Dylan started giggling having realised what must have happened. He looked into Aaron's pleading eyes as the older jock started desperately mouthing "no".
Dylan grinned, simply saying "don't worry, it'll be over before you know it and it might make a man out of you" before swinging back his right leg and connecting hard with the lower two of the paint stains on the tough teen's big, masculine junk. Aaron suddenly let out a deep, guttural groan as he dropped Dylan and tumbled sideways onto the floor, cupping his aching manhood. Dylan watched out of curiosity as the big bully's entire body practically convulsed and the once cocky macho-man was practically hyperventilating as his abs rhythmically flexed under the increasing pressure of the sudden pain, before everything went limp and he passed out completely overwhelmed by the sensations that were radiating from his groin.
At that moment Dylan felt a reassuring hand tap him on the shoulder, and turned around to see Alex having emerged from behind the bleachers brandishing a paintball gun. "Alex, I'm so sorry!" Dylan started to apologise but was interrupted by his brother "Dylan you have nothing to be sorry for, remember every mistake is just an opportunity to learn, and hey I might have helped with this old thing.." Alex gestured at the gun "but you're the one who kicked this literal 18 year old hunk of sport and gym built muscle in the balls and sent him to the ground! I'm so proud of you man!" Alex hugged his younger brother, and started to peer over at the passed out specimen that was Aaron.
"Hmm..." Alex began wondering aloud "I have absolutely no idea why this guy's passed out so easily- I was expecting to have to teach you about how to send a guy to sleep with a few sharp squeezes but just a kick and some paintball shots seem to have done it."
"Could it maybe have something to do with him being hard?" inquired Dylan, still curious to learn. "He had a full-on boner when he came out of the showers"
"Ah the showers" laughed Alex "that explains it, if he was still showering he must have been in there for well over an hour, and that length of time in that hot, steamy water that you set to tick up a couple of degrees every five minutes would send any guy crazy. He must have been jerking off when you caught him. When a guy's been jerking off and when his junk has been exposed to heat it makes his dick and balls super sensitive. That must be why he passed out so easy."
Dylan smiled brightly as he gained this valuable knowledge from his big bro "so what's next?" he asked. "Let's go back to the locker room. You've got a couple of scrapes on your knees from when this asshole tackled you, we can get you washed up at the sinks or the showers in there."
The two brothers made their way back to the men's locker room, and had just entered when they stumbled across a naked Brad sitting on one of the benches. He'd discarded his boxer briefs and was gently handling his bruised and swollen balls inspecting closely for damage, his huge set barely fitting into the palms of his hands. When he looked up his eyes were full of rage "You little fucks!" He yelled leaping to his feet and started to chase towards the pair of younger kids, "fuck, Dylan run!" yelled Alex as his mind raced to think of how they were gonna get out of this one...
TO BE CONTINUED
