Sports Centre Alone: A Nut-Cracking Comedy Collab! - PART THREE

 

This is the final chapter of the comedy nutshot collaboration I completed with Punch His Nuts, if you haven't already read part one you can find it here, and Part 2 is here. 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"So what now big bro?" asked Dylan, a beaming smile across his face. Alex was so proud of how his younger brother had handled himself that night. Together, the two teenagers had beaten three older, tougher mean jocks who had planned to destroy their soccer team's equipment. The older studs were all lying passed out in a state of incapacitation across the sports centre after having each fallen for not just one but two of the boys' ball-busting traps. 

"Well kiddo" said Alex "I think it's about time we got you home. It's 11.30; you wouldn't want mum to get pissed off at us for being out after midnight would you?"

"But Alex..." Dylan complained "what if they haven't learnt their lesson yet? Maybe we need to bust them one more time?" 

"Listen buddy, the one thing I still haven't taught you about these big dumb jocks is that you don't always have to actively try and hurt them to get their nards into trouble" said Alex reassuringly "think about it! Have any of these dudes showed a high level of intellectual capacity tonight?"

"Huh, I guess not" replied Dylan, though clearly still a little disappointed that his introduction to practical nut-crunching lesson was being cut short.

Alex scratched his head in thought for a moment before coming up with something to satisfy his little bro "hey, didn't you say you could hack in to any cctv system? Wasn't that something one of your hacker friends showed you?"

"Yeah, I can do that; why?"
"Well.. if we leave now we can walk home in 10 minutes. If you hack into the system from home maybe we can have a look and see if these guys get up to anything else while we're gone?"

"Ok deal!". 

With Dylan pacified by their agreement, he and his older brother set off throughout the sports centre collecting the older lads' gym bags and putting them back into the locker room, a carefully crafted maneuver to make any story they might tell later about two youngsters stealing their bags and luring them into traps seem ridiculous.

"Ok bud, final step to make sure we don't see these dickheads at practice again anytime soon" said Alex as he slipped the guys' phones back into their bags, left with a series of carefully coordinated messages in a group chat between the three to make it seem as if they had planned to damage the sport centre's property, having earlier had the opportunity to use the passed out trio's thumb prints to unlock them. "Did you remember to make the spelling and grammar really shit so it would be believable?" asked Dylan, a slight mocking tone in his voice. "Yep" smiled Alex with a knowing nod. With their plan now complete, the two boys headed off home, making sure to trip the silent alarm on their way out of the front door...

***

Barely 10 minutes later, a groggy Brad slowly started to regain consciousness. "My balls..." he groaned meekly as he clambered to his feet. Dazed and confused, the 21 year old stud began wandering the halls of the complex muttering under his breath "where are those cunts... gonna fucking beat the shit out of them."

On the other side of the complex, Brad's younger jock brother Aaron was also slowly waking up. He clutched his battered goody-bag as his sight began to come back into focus. The naked high school senior groaned as he slowly sat up on the large air mattress he'd passed out on, resting his hands on his muscly thighs. "I'm gonna murder those little shits!" he seethed as he stood up. 

Meanwhile in between where the two jock bros were finding their way to their feet, Brad's dorm buddy Mike, the handsome 20 year old hockey player was also regaining consciousness on the floor of the squash court. Unlike his two mates, Mike had no time to think about revenge. His thick, meaty cock was still trapped in the jaws of one of Dylan's carefully placed mousetraps. His body spasmed as the pain flooded back into him as his nerves began to wake up yet again from a pain induced slumber. He was in such intense agony that all his muscles had seized up completely. It seemed ironic that despite all the time he'd spent at the gym he now couldn't even move his arms the short few inches they needed to travel to free his precious fuckstick from the trap that clung to it so viscously. All he could manage was to let out a short high pitched "eek" as another spasm of pain took control...

At home, Alex and Dylan had sat down in front of Alex's gaming PC in his bedroom as Dylan went to work hacking into the CCTV system. "There we go" he said as he finally got the stream live. "Look at the time Alex, 11.45; I wonder if they'll actually be able to hurt themselves in just 15 minutes before the  CCTV feed wipes itself clean at midnight?" "Oh you'd be surprised" smirked Alex reassuringly as the boys spied Brad limping down the hall towards the squash court "Houston, we have an idiot!" Alex yelled in excitement causing his younger brother to burst out laughing.

Brad staggered slowly down the hall, somewhat unsure of where he was going... all these halls looked the same by now. He turned to check out the floor plan on the wall when suddenly Aaron turned the corner. 

"Bro!"
"Bro!"

They both shouted with a genuine sense of relief, hurriedly limping toward each other as they embraced in a bro-hug (ignoring the fact they were both balls out naked).

"Dude! Did those little shits go for your balls!??" asked Aaron animatedly as he pointed at his paint-stained crotch. 

"Those little fuckers!" Brad yelled angrily "No one fucking nut taps my little bro but me!"

"Come on man, let's go fuck these pricks up. They only win when they get us alone, let's go show them what we're made of." 

Gingerly marching further down the halls looking for the two younger kids they thought were still in the complex, Brad and Aaron heard a deep moan emanating from inside the squash court. "Dude... that sounds like Mike!" said Aaron as the pair went bursting through the doors. Once on the other side the pair were left shocked at the paralysed state of their teammate. "Sadistic fucks!" shouted Brad in growing fury as he noticed the mouse trap on his best friend's dick. 

Aaron reached down between Mike's spread legs to try and yank the mousetrap off, but his sharp tugging only resulted in Mike feeling even more pain. "FUCKKKKK!!!!!!!" the stricken hunk screamed as it felt like his dick was about to rip off. "You stupid fuck!" Brad yelled at his younger brother "you have to fucking open it" he said, shoving Aaron out of the way to pry at the mechanism himself.

Successfully freeing Mike's cock, the two jock brothers slowly began helping him to his feet. "My dick... they crushed my fucking dick" Mike sobbed in self pity as he stared at his red, swollen member. "Don't worry dude, we're gonna go get them" replied Aaron enthusiastically. "I think I just wanna go home..." muttered Mike in response as he let out a weak sniffle of defeat. 

"Hey! Who the fuck are you!?" Brad interjected abruptly, grabbing hold of his buddy's shoulders.

"W...what?" stammered Mike

"I said who the fuck are you, huh!?" Brad waited for a response but none was forthcoming

"Dude, the Mike I know would never just let some bratty kids win. I mean bro, look at your fucking dick! They've literally treated you like a mouse tonight."

"Look at that dick!" Brad said as he reached down to hold his best friend's cock in his hand. "This dick should be balls deep in some hot cheerleader right now. That's what a man's dick is for, not some pathetic mouse dick. So Mike, the choice is yours; are you gonna whimp out now like the mouse they think you are, or are you gonna come beat the shit out of them like a fucking man!?"
Mike swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding his head... "I'm gonna beat them up like a man" he said.

"What was that!?" Brad yelled, pointing to his ear.

"I'm gonna beat the crap out of them like a fucking man!!" Mike yelled back, confidently. 

"Fuck yeah!" Brad said, fist bumping his buddy. "There's the Mike I know!"

"Alright dudes, let's go find these assholes and do to their little pathetic nuts ten times worse than what they did to ours." Mike added, now full of enthusiasm.

"First we gotta take care of our own. Aaron bro, you used to work here right? Wasn't this the place Dad made you work for to pay back that neighbour for wrecking her car?" 

"Yeah sure was, fucking sucked" replied Aaron, not remembering fondly the summer he spent here as a cleaner. 

"Sick! Where do they keep their first aid stuff?"

"In the canteen"
"Alright bros, let's do it!"

Alex and Dylan watched on digitally as the three guys staggered their way through the halls to the canteen, breaking through the service door to get inside. Brad helped the still fragile Mike sit up on a counter while Aaron rummaged through the first aid box looking for something to soothe the pain they were all still feeling in their knackers. 

"Hey Brad! Is a dick a muscle?" asked Aaron cluelessly.

"Sure is bro, why do you think I'm always telling you to work it out" he joked crudely while thrusting his hips causing both himself and Mike to crack up with laughter as they shared a high five. 

"Ok cool, got something" Aaron responded, applying a generous lather of cream to his junk before passing it around.

As Brad and Mike rubbed the soothing lotion into their aching dicks and balls the guys slowly started to feel a slight sense of relief as a cool feeling washed over their crotches. 

"Fuck, once my boys are feeling better I am so ready to get out there and kill those little bastards" Mike mused.

"Yeah bro, break their little balls" added Brad, furrowing his brow slightly in curiosity as he noticed a slight tingle on the underside of his dick.

"Crush them like a fuckin' vice" Aaron joked, smirking while scratching a sudden itch in his nuts.

Mike casually leaned back onto his elbows on top of the counter, sharing Aaron's smirk while tugging at his dick, feeling a bit of irritation.

Brad frowned as he pulled at his balls.

Aaron took a deep breath as his crotch weirdly began to feel like it was getting hotter than the rest of his body.

The three bros looked at each other, each of them noticing that they were all tugging at or scratching their junk. 

Mike's smirk faded slightly as the tip of his dick weirdly started to sting.

Aaron let out an "ooft" as he began using one of his hands to fan cool air at his increasingly hotter and hotter cock and balls. 

Brad felt his heart rate pick up as an increasingly distinct burning sensation began to take over his nards.

The three guys kept looking at one and other. They gulped. Then they blinked, sweat starting to form on each of their foreheads.

"Aaron... unghh.." Mike tried to speak, beginning to feel some genuine pain.

"What was that stuff?"

"Ugh..." Brad exhaled, furiously tugging on his dick.

"I think..." Aaron began to reply, staring incredulously at his reddening nutsack.

"Something called... unnghh.... Deep Heat?"

Brad and Mike simultaneously dropped their jaws in shock. 

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!" Screamed Mike, throwing a chopping board at Aaron that connected directly with the muscled moron's tender, rapidly warming balls. 

"OW! FUCK!" yelled Aaron falling to his knees. 

"BRO! Unnnghh.... you are so..... ooohhh... fucking dumb!" shouted Brad at his stricken younger sibling. 

The three started frantically running around the kitchen, screaming as each of their crotches burned like they were on fire. Brad tried desperately to cool his junk with the water from the tap, but the big industrial kitchen sink combined with the relatively weak stream of the tap made it impossible for him to get his dick close enough. 

"Ahhh... FUCK!... we gotta find something cold" yelled Aaron as he futilely rummaged through the storage cupboards.

At home, Alex and Dylan were laughing their asses off at the sheer stupidity on display. "What the fuck kind of cold thing does he think he's gonna find in the cupboards" asked Alex through tears of laughter. "What big fucking dummies!" added Dylan, holding his sides from the hysterics. 

Their laughter continued to grow louder in tandem with the increasing volume of the older guys' screams of panic in the canteen's kitchen. Mike, desperate for any kind of reprieve opened the large industrial kitchen fridge finding only a tray of meat pies to be warmed up in the morning. With a look of disgust on his face, he reached in and grabbed one ripping off the top crust and sinking his battered meat into the meat and batter. 

"Ew, what the fuck are you doing!" asked Brad, repulsed.

"No, dude... it works!" cried Mike in relief as he felt the pain in his loins slowly begin to subside.

Needing no further persuasion, the two remaining jock bros rushed for the fridge grabbing a pie of their own and sticking their junks deep inside the meat and juices. 

Within a short few seconds, the three dudes had slid down onto the floor, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with their dicks and balls chilling in some pies. "Fuck.. that was a close one" Aaron said after a minute or two of silence had passed. "Well it would've been way better if you hadn't fucked up!" Brad snapped at his younger brother.

Their bickering however was cut short, with the sudden sound of sirens from outside.

"Uh... what was that?" Mike asked, a concerned look on his face.

The three guys stared at each other as the sound of car doors slamming shut was heard in the distance, followed by footsteps and voices... and the sound of walkie talkies.

"Fuck..." said Brad, his face awash with sudden worry.

Then the lads heard the sound of footsteps, lots of footsteps, rattling chains.. and, was that a growl?

Aaron gulped.

Before the cornered hunks could so much as stand up, three large police dogs came pouncing through the gap in the wall left by the broken down door, heading straight for them. Each of the stricken studs, in their own unique pose of fear and terror threw their hands up to try and stop the dogs but their reactions were simply too slow.

"OOOOOOOHH!!!!!" Shouted Aaron as one of the dogs munched right into his juicy balls

"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Yelled Brad a second later, his dick entangled in another's jaws

"FUCKKCKKKKKK!!!" Screamed Mike in a high-pitched voice the next second as both his nuts and dick were chewed on like a rubber toy

The three muscle men tensed and yelled and shoved and flexed as pieces of meat pie went flying everywhere but nothing seemed to have any effect as each of their manhoods got a serious work over. Nuts chewed, dicks munched over and over with seemingly nothing they could do to stop it. 

Mike's face scrunched up as his screams took on a higher and more frantic tone, his muscled up thighs thrashing about on the floor as the waves of pain swept through his body.

Brad's powerful college sports star chest that he was so used to showing off started to tense inward, as if his pectorals were caving in on themselves in fear. His face grew red in colour as sweat dripped off his brow in puddles.

Aaron tried desperately to speak through gritted teeth "bro..... unnghh.... bro.... help!" he groaned, but for the first time in his young, arrogant life big bro Brad couldn't get him out of trouble. He stared on speechless as he saw his boyhood hero and stud-mentor going through the exact same torture he was experiencing. He gulped at the thought that their entire family line was only a couple of misplaced bites away from eradication. 

In that moment as the lads' sweaty, muscled upper arms rubbed against one and other as all three of them went through a very uniquely male hell, they surely must have thought things couldn't get any worse, but then upon hearing the sound of their police masters jogging down the long corridor the dogs leapt into well-trained action. With each of their chewy bones and juicy balls still in possession, the muts began to drag, screaming and tensing, each of the lads towards the door.

"NOOO!!!!!" They screamed in a soprano collective; the jocks used every ounce of strength in their well worked out biceps to try and cling to the floor but even their manly muscles were no match as the dogs pulled them by their danglers slowly forward across the cold tile floor.

To their increasing horror, each of the bros found their muscly asses scooting forward inch by inch as the dogs pulled and pulled at their strained manhoods, slowly leaving behind a gross trail of jock sweat across the floor. 

Brad looked down terrified, seeing his washboard abs quiver as he was dragged closer and closer to the door... How the fuck was this happening to him??? 

Mike gulped between screams of agony, feeling his powerful leg muscles give way as the dog's teeth tore ruthlessly at battered pride and joy... why couldn't he overpower a stupid fucking dog???

Aaron sobbed quietly as he watched sweat drip down over his quivering pecs, pawing desperately at the floor behind him to no avail... why hadn't he just left to go bang that chick earlier???

Before the trio knew it, they had been hauled by their gonads out into the corridor with police officers shining their bright torches in their faces. 
The officers roughly grabbed the dogs from each of the lads' brutally assaulted groins eliciting a variety of guttural groans.
"You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent" an officer began as the naked boys found themselves being tossed about and thrown onto their stomachs by the apprehending cops. 
"No!! It was the kids" screamed Mike as he felt an officer's boot step on his muscled back
The undisturbed officer simply continued with her arrest statement...
"They're still here!" added Brad, as he felt the cold metal of handcuffs encompassing his wrists
"They stole our clothes and attacked our balls!" yelled Aaron, being completely ignored as he was abruptly yanked from his shoulders and pulled up onto to his feet. 

In just a matter of seconds the three guys had found themselves cuffed and arrested, then marched to a waiting police wagon, all the while having no-one listen to their bizarre rants about 2 crazy school boys. They kept ranting and raving as they were dragged out to the car park where one by one their naked asses were unceremoniously tossed into the back of the wagon. 
The door slammed shut on the three blubbering jocks and the van drove off into the night.

From home, the two younger brothers smiled gleefully at the screen as they watched the timer on the CCTV footage tick over to midnight, and grinned with satisfaction as the pre-programmed erasure of the night's recordings took effect.