Shouldn't Have Said That (Part 2)

                                                         Darren "Dazza" is back for more in part 2...

It's been a while since I wrote part one, but I've finally been inspired to write a m/m follow up to my f/m story Shouldn't Have Said That. There's some important context here, so if you haven't read it before I'd recommend starting here. If you really don't like reading f/m the summary in a nutshell is - Aussie tradie Dazza has been left on the floor of a quiet pub after having his load squeezed from him by a waitress after a bet gone wrong. His mates have left him there but he's just been discovered by his best friend's twisted younger stepbro who has a ballbusting fetish...

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 The storm outside The Bushman's Roadhouse had turned into a full-blown howler by the time Dom hauled Dazza's limp, cum-splattered body into the men's room. Rain hammered the tin roof like machine-gun fire, and thunder rumbled through the walls, drowning out any chance of someone stumbling in unannounced. The place was a dive—flickering fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, cracked tiles underfoot, and a single stall with a door that didn't lock properly. 

Dom propped the unconscious tradie against the sink, his heart pounding not just from the effort of dragging the bigger bloke but from the rush of what he was about to do. Dom was no stranger to his own twisted fantasies. Back in Brisbane, he'd spent countless nights scrolling through forums and stories about guys getting their nuts wrecked—kicked, crushed, twisted until they blew their load in a mix of agony and ecstasy. He'd jerked off to it more times than he could count, but this? This was real. Dazza, the cocky chippy his step-bro had boasted about being a total lad's lad, was sprawled out like a gift from the gods: shorts around his ankles, grey singlet soaked in sweat and jizz, his black-and-yellow TRADIE boxer briefs all bunched up at the front like a pair of swim trunks might look after being wrung out.

Dazza's balls were just visible poking through the fly—swollen, bruised purple, hanging low and heavy like overripe plums begging for more attention."Fuck me," Dom muttered, his voice barely audible over the storm as he stood perplexed as to what in the hell could have happened to Dazza’s nuts to leave them in that condition. Dom was 19, skinny but toned from half-assed gym sessions, with a city-kid edge—messy black hair, designer sneakers and a perpetual smirk that screamed trouble. He'd come looking for Robbo to drag his lazy ass home, but this was way better. No one around, Dazza out cold... for a sadistic freak like Dom this was the opportunity of a lifetime. He had no idea what could have led Dazza to being left in this predicament, and he wasn’t about to waste time asking questions.

He locked the main door to the men's room—just a flimsy bolt, but it'd buy time—and knelt down beside the passed-out hunk. Dazza stirred slightly, groaning, his stubbled face twisting in pain even in his haze. Dom's cock twitched in his jeans as he reached out, hesitating for a second before cupping Dazza's battered sack through the fabric. Warm, squishy, still pulsing with residual ache. Dazza let out a low *unngh* but didn't wake. Emboldened, Dom tugged the big guy’s boxers down further, exposing his pride and joy. Dazza's dick lolled flaccid against his thigh, spent from the earlier milking, but those nuts... fuck, they were prime targets. Big, meaty orbs, veined and vulnerable. Dom's breath quickened as he wrapped his fingers around the left one, giving it a tentative squeeze. 

Dazza's body jerked, a sharp inhale escaping his lips, but his eyes stayed shut. "Shit, you're tough, aren't ya?" Dom whispered, his voice laden with excitement. He squeezed harder, rolling the nut between his thumb and fingers, feeling the give of the tender flesh. Dazza's abs clenched under the sticky singlet, his legs shifting weakly. 

Dom couldn’t resist temptation and paused to grab hold of Dazza’s singlet, ripping it off over his arms and shoulder and discarding it. He’d seen Dazza shirtless a couple times before when he’d been hanging out with Robbo on particularly hot days in the backyard, but never like this, never so close. Dazza’s muscular chest was covered in a sheen of sweat, his firm abs glistened in the radiance of the fluorescent light. Dom traced his fingers down Dazza’s taut body, lingering over his washboard stomach as he breathed in the scent of sweat and jizz that emanated from the passed out stud. This would almost have been enough by itself, Dom could have jerked it out right there at the sight - but he knew he had to go further. He let his fingers glide down further, down through Dazza’s mess of pubes, lazily over his cock before settling again on his nuts. 

As he did so a booming loud CRACK of thunder echoed through the air, the fluorescent lights gave out and the small restroom was plunged into darkness. Dom reached around in the dark, keeping a hold of Dazza’s left ball as he used his other hand to feel around - grazing his thighs, his abs, his chest, his mighty arms. He couldn’t contain himself any longer and moved his free hand to fumble with his own zipper, fishing around in his baggy checkered boxers and pulling out his hardening cock—average size, but throbbing with anticipation. He stroked himself slowly as he upped the pressure, twisting Dazza's ball like he'd read about in those stories. Slowly but surely his eyes adjusted to the dark and he was able to make out the passed out hunk before him, slumped there lifelessly in the dark. Dom leaned in and gave his left nut a brutal, sharp squeeze.

Dazza's eyes abruptly fluttered open, bleary and confused. "Wha... fuck... Dom? The hell..." he spluttered. The 29-year-old tried to sit up, but a fresh wave of nausea from his wrecked nuts pinned him back. Lightning flashed through the small window, illuminating the scene: Dom grinning down at him, one hand vice-gripping his ball, the other pumping his own dick. "Shh, easy there, big guy," Dom said, his bratty tone turning predatory. 

Dazza's face flushed red—part embarrassment, part rage, part lingering pain. "Get the fuck off me, you fuckin faggot," he growled, it was bad enough that he’d had this balls owned by Joy tonight - he wasn’t letting Robbo’s freak stepbro do it too.

Dom shot him a look. He would tolerate a lot, but not that word. “Shouldn’t have said that” he muttered, letting go of his own throbbing shaft to clamp down harder on both of Dazza’s nuts, yanking them upwards by the cords.

"Fuckin hell!" the older jock bellowed, his voice echoing off the tiles, but the storm drowned him out. His body arched, muscles straining—those well-proportioned arms flexing uselessly as he reached out trying to swat away Dom’s hands, but it was no use and Dom just laughed at him. Dom was smaller, but he had leverage, straddling Dazza's thighs to pin him down. The 19-year-old twisted viciously, grinding the two balls in his hands together like he was trying to pop them.

“AAAARRGGHHHH!!!” Dazza screamed, writhing pathetically under Dom’s weight. “YOU FUCKIN CUNT!!”, he was panicking now, there was no way this shit was real. This didn’t happen to guys like him, not at the hands of fuckin weak women and gay guys. And not TWICE in one night! 

Dom kept twisting, enjoying the sounds he was forcing Dazza to make. It was clear the big guy was hating this, but Dom didn’t care. This was wilder than any story he’d ever read and it was actually real! He grinned maniacally as he glanced down at Dazza’s beet red face and his increasingly mangled crotch which was undergoing an interesting transformation. 

"See? You're gettin' hard Dazza, must mean you like it," Dom taunted, nodding at Dazza's traitorous prick, which was stirring despite the agony. It twitched, lengthening inch by inch, betraying the tough tradie's protests. "Robbo said you're straight as they come bro, but look at this—your dick's beggin' for more." Dazza's mind reeled. This just couldn't be happening. First Joy wrings him dry in front of his mates, now this entitled city prick trying to turn him into a plaything on a piss-stained floor. 

But fuck, the pain was mixing with something else—a deep, throbbing ache that shot straight through his groin and up to his stomach from the pressure in his balls. He hated it, but he couldn’t pull his member into line. "Stop... ungh... you fuckin' gay cunt," he spat, but his voice cracked as Dom dug his thumbs in deep, pressing into the core of each nut. Dom leaned in closer, his face inches from Dazza's sweat-drenched one. "Gay? Nah, mate, this is just fun.” He winked, releasing one ball to slap Dazza's hardening cock, making it bounce and eliciting a yelp from the hapless tradie. Then back to squeezing, alternating pressure—hard on the left, then the right, twisting in opposite directions like wringing out a rag. 

Dazza's groans turned guttural, his hips bucking involuntarily. "OoOOOOOOOHH... my FUCKin' BALLLLSSSS... you're gonna pop 'em, you fuckin psycho!"

But his dick was at full mast now, 8 inches of throbbing betrayal, pre-cum beading at the tip. Dom stroked it roughly with one hand while keeping the other alternating between Dazza’s trapped orbs, syncing the jerks with the squeezes, building a rhythm that had Dazza's eyes rolling back. "Admit it, Dazza—you want this. Cum for me big boy." Dom's own cock was leaking, close to the edge just from the power trip. Dazza shook his head violently “NO! I’M NOT A FUCKIN FAG!” he screamed as he clenched his eyes shut trying to furiously block out the pain.

Dom decided to change tack, worried the ‘gayness’ of having his dick physically stroked might give enough mental stamina to Dazza to have him hold it together. Instead, he went back to the physical route - forcing the load out by creating no other space for it. 

He let go of Dazza’s prick and pancaked his nards flat between his palms, grinding them mercilessly. Dazza screamed bloody murder, but no-one was coming to save him. “FUCK! FUCK YOU YOU LITTLE SHIT! 

Dom kept up the pressure, twisting both leftie and rightie against and into each other like they were gonna mould together like playdough. “Oh Dazza, come off it mate. We both know you’re all bark no bite, well at least right now you are” he said, slapping his nuts to prove the point. 

Dazza blinked through the pain and let out a miserable groan, he knew Dom was right. FUCK! The little twerp had him by the balls and there was fuck all he could do about it. 

Dazza’s cock was bobbing wildly in the air as his balls were meshed together, wrapped around their own cords and squeezed to within an inch of their life. His boys were getting more and more compressed and he began to feel a deeply unsettling sensation building. It was like his cum had nowhere else to go, his chest started heaving, his abs rhythmically flexing, his arms twitching.

In a final flush of searing pain, Dazza's body betrayed him fully. His muscles seized, legs kicking out, back arching off the cold floor. "NOOOOO…. FUCKKKKKK... AAAAGGHH!" A rope of cum shot from his dick, splattering across his already-messy pecs, then another and another, weaker but no less humiliating. He came hard, stars exploding in his vision, the pain peaking into a twisted bliss. 

Dom followed suit seconds later, groaning as he blew his load over Dazza's abs, mixing their seed in a sticky mess. He let go, panting, watching the older bloke shudder and gasp. Dazza lay there, broken and spent, glaring up at Dom through half-shut eyes. "You're dead, you little fucker. When Robbo hears—" Dom smirked, zipping up. "Hears what? That his tough mate got nutted twice in one night? Nah, this stays between us. Unless you want the whole town to know how weak your balls are." He reached down and gave Dazza’s sack a final menacing twist that caused the defeated jock to cough and splutter his way through a strained yelp. He tried to splutter out a “fuck you” before passing out on the hard floor for the second time that night.

***

Across the street, Robbo and Kyle were hauling their boxers and shorts back on as they high-fived after tag teaming Joy in her living room (after the bedroom and the kitchen), oblivious to the fucked up carnage that had taken place at the pub. “Fuck bro, Dazza’s gonna be kicking himself that he missed out on this one.” Kyle smirked. “Yeah man, we better go check on him, ay? Get him home before the storm gets any worse.” Robbo replied.
“Hah, yeah - and rub it in his face while we’re at it. Tell him what he missed while he was napping on the floor. Poor cunt.” The pair chuckled before readying themselves to go, thanking Joy again for the root of their lives, with no idea the state they were about to find their mate in… 

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By the way, had someone email me who's not from Australia about what I mean when I say "TRADIE" underwear. This is a macho underwear brand that ruthlessly targets blue collar types with a bit of a 'bro' marketing philosophy - they also sell deodorant, shower gel, workwear and have their own line of beer. Their underwear waistbands tend to have a 'hi vis' look to them, just like the stuff a 'tradie' would wear to work. See below

 

Jack's Gap Year

Jack was a cocky 18 year old jock from the affluent suburb of Marsden Heights. He cut a rugged and masculine figure for his age, a killer smile and muscles in all the right places. Jack was psyched to be done with high school and was living it up at a pool party with a bunch of others from the graduating class.

Jack had everything all figured out. Tomorrow, he was leaving his cosy middle class neighbourhood behind to spend a year backpacking through Asia. He was gonna surf, drink and fuck his way through the continent before coming back home next fall to accept a deferred place at a prestigious university out of state. Jack couldn’t wait to get on the plane and begin his legendary gap year, and he didn’t mind bragging about it to anyone who would listen.

His bros high-fived and guffawed with him as he joked about all of the hot Asian chicks he was bound to have in the sack during his adventures. Meanwhile, the chicks were soaking up his ‘worldy’ charms as he regaled them with his travel plans and all the wonderful things he would see and experience – Jack was an expert at playing to his audience, presenting a gentle and thoughtful persona to the girls all while regaling the guys with plans of sexual conquest and wild parties to come.

Yep, Jack was an expert at playing to an audience – any audience it seemed except one containing Jessica. Jessica was the smoking hot 18 year old cheer captain who Jack had been lucky enough to date right up until homecoming when she caught him getting a handjob from her best friend Kirsten behind the bleachers.

Jessica remained deeply unforgiving of her ex-boyfriend and refused to engage with him throughout the pool party. This bugged Jack like nothing else, I mean who was she to resist his charms? He had dated plenty of girls before that had caught him messing around with other chicks, but they all came back to Jack in the end. Jack knew his impressive 12 inch salami-thick dick was his chick-magnet, and he knew sooner or later Jessica was bound to crack. He smirked as he took a swig from his beer watching her from across the pool….

A few hours later and the party was getting wilder, everyone was at least tipsy if not completely drunk, EDM blared from Bluetooth speakers, the guys were practicing their cannonballs and the chicks were watching them laughing from the sides of the pool.

Jack used the commotion as his opportunity to slide up next to Jessica as she stood by the edge of the pool, sipping a cocktail that was resting on the side. Jessica was as hot as ever, Jack could hardly bring himself to avoid staring at her assets. But he knew she was mad at him and would need a bit of that patented ‘Jack’ charm to get her back on his good side.

“Hey Jess, how’s it going?” He demanded more than asked as he pulled up beside her, trying to act confident, putting his beer down as she turned away from him.

“Come on girl, don’t be like that!”

“Not you girl Jack, you made that very clear” she replied cooly as she stirred the straw through her margarita.

“Look babe, it was all a misunderstanding. And hey, I’m going away tomorrow and I don’t want us to leave on bad terms, ya know?”

Jessica turned to face him, looking the big dumb jock up and down. “Oh really, is that so?... What did you have in mind?”

“Ya know” he said, not so subtly tugging on his monster cock through his board shorts “we could take a visit behind the shed over there, just once more for old time’s sake”

Jack shot her the kind of cocky smile that made her want to throw up, but she played it cool. This was gonna be her one opportunity to humble this peabrained fuck-machine and she was gonna make it worth her while.

She leaned in, letting her breasts hang tantalisingly. “Ok big boy, one last time – I’ll meet you over there in a few minutes, but don’t follow me straight away, I don’t want it to be obvious…”

Jack licked his lips as Jessica wandered over to the shed at the end of the garden. He chugged the last of his beer, overcome with amazement at his own prowess. “Still got it” he muttered to no-one in particular as he hopped out of the pool, slipping away unnoticed by his friends.

Jessica was waiting for him, dripping wet from the pool wearing her tiny bikini. 

"Fuck, you're... wow, I mean just wow" The usually confident stud was temporarily lost for words.

Jessica pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. A wave of pleasure washed over his body as his torso pressed into hers. 

Man, he had missed this. He had been with a hundred girls but no-one knew quite how to press his buttons like Jessica did. He felt his dick bricking up as she ran her soft dainty hands over his impressive pecs then down over his washboard abs before resting at the waistband of his soaking wet board shorts.

"Woah, you're keen to see Jack Junior huh?" he smirked. Jessica worked hard to force a smile and suppress the eyeroll that was building within her. 

"Shut up stud" she whispered into his ear as she forced his mouth back into a deep kiss while simultaneously plunging her hands down the front of his shorts. 

Jack moaned as both her hands brushed passed his rapidly hardening dick. Fuck, this was gonna be good. And to think, he almost left the country without getting off with Jess one last time.

Jack's moans continued, as he made out with her but something was suddenly off.  

His eyes opened and he pulled back from the kiss just as he felt Jess’s hands sail completely past his mighty salami dick and instead latch onto each of his hefty balls. His eyebrows furrowed as he let out a short gasp followed by a “Ooohh… easy… easy baby.”

Jessica was unmoved. “You really thought I’d want to do stuff with you again huh? After you cheated on me with Kirsten at homecoming!?” She whispered aggressively into his ears, punctuating every point with a sharp squeeze of his naked nuts.

OOooowwhhhhh…. Jack groaned, knees ever so slightly buckling as his balls got mashed between her palms.

“Unghh.. ok baby, I get it, I do.”

“Do you Jack!?” She asked firmly, giving his balls another long hard squeeze causing him to gulp and hunch over, his manly chest rising and falling with increasingly deep breaths as it rested on her upper torso, his head supported by her collarbone as he gasped for air.

Gingerly he reached down to try and free his balls from her grip, but as he reached his own waistband Jessica unleashed hell on his nuts with a squeeze so mighty it must have crushed his bollocks to within 1/3^rd of their normal width.

“AARRRGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Jack let out a mighty roar – one so primal and full of terror that it startled even Jessica.

“Shh… shhh!” Jessica whispered leaning in close as she slightly relaxed her grip. “Now, now, we don’t wanna make a lot of noise do we? I mean you don’t want everyone to know that your big ballsies are getting hurt by a girl do you?”

Jack whimpered, gulping as if it could swallow up his pain.

“I mean what would people think? Jack the Man getting beat up by little Jessica? I don’t think a lot of girls would be very interested in you after that, do you?”

Jack glared down at his crotch, seeing her hands still busy working away at his nads inside of his board shorts, but he could do the math. He knew he could probably overpower her, but if he moved his hands any closer to hers she was just going to squeeze like that again and incapacitate him before he could reach his nutsack.

She literally had him by the balls and there was nothing he could do about it. With a restrained, frustrated grunt he moved his hands away from his waistband and instead brought them up over Jessica and slammed them onto the garden shed for support.

Jessica smiled, she was winning.

“Good boy” She cooed softly as Jack’s muscular arms trembled either side of her head as he tried to keep himself up. “Now, let me tell you how this is gonna work. I’m going to get all of my anger out of my system and you’re gonna take it like a man. Understood?”

Jack glared at her.

“Understood!?” she asked again with another sharp squeeze accompanying it.

“Understood!” Jack stammered, fighting a cough as another wave of pain washed over his balls.

She could see from the fury in his eyes just how much he wanted to fight back. I mean, here he was – football player, gym rat, battle hardened pecs, killer biceps, all that time lifting weights and drinking protein shakes – for what? Now, when he really needed to, he was powerless to protect his own manhood. And that was driving him crazy inside.  

“Good” came Jessica’s cold reply.

Slowly but surely she began to twist Jack’s balls around their cords, Jack’s lips let out a high-pitched squeak as he stared pleadingly into her eyes. “Please” he managed to whisper, biceps and legs really shaking now.

“There, there” she whispered back to him “it’ll all be over soon. Just close your eyes and think about your awesome trip, stud.”

Jack cursed as his dick continued to respond to her sexy voice despite the assault she was dealing out to his nuts. The tenting of his board shorts had become frankly ridiculous by this stage, his rock hard dick straining violently against the velcro fly of his swimwear.

The dumbstruck hunk gulped as he heard the tell-tale rzzhhhh-RIPPPPP of velcro parting. Immediately followed by the meaty THWACK of his dick slapping against his abs.

Jessica smiled as she saw his thick and veiny member burst out of its constraints. “Oh, someone’s enjoying this.” She deadpanned much to Jack’s chagrin. I mean, who the fuck would *enjoy* getting their balls tortured?

“AH! Fuck! Come one now Jess, you’ve made your point” He stammered, a bead of sweat dripping from his brow, running down his face before falling and landing onto his purple cockhead with a wet SPLAT.

“Hmm… not quite”

Jess used the parting of the velcro to haul Jack’s hefty bollocks out of his shorts as she kept them clamped down in her hands.

She took a moment to observe the meaty orbs as she rolled them in her hands in Jack’s lightly haired sack. It was funny, she thought, that boys let themselves be so controlled by these things. They really weren’t all that impressive, honestly, they’d probably be better off without them…. Oh well.

Ignoring one final pleading glance from the jock’s puppy dog eyes, Jessica went in for the kill, mashing his two balls together like a giant lump of meat so that they were simultaneously being crushed not only by her hands but by each other.

Jake’s face went beet red, his fists pounded on the shed above Jessica’s head as he desperately tried to hold back a mighty scream.

His dick throbbed with every squeeze but held out for another couple of minutes before suddenly starting to pull back in their sack, his cords straining aggressively against the pull of Jessica’s hand.

Both of them realised exactly what was happening, for Jessica it was a moment of triumph, for Jack one of utter humiliation. The stupefied jock started babbling and groaning incoherently.

“Jess… no… Jess… baby… don’t… UNNGHHHH…. You’re gonna… AGHHHH…. STOPPP…. PLEASE…. YOU’RE GONNA…. OOOOFTT… I’M GONNA…”

Jess just smiled gleefully at her humiliated ex-boyfriend. The senior year’s heartthrob, the overconfident jerk who thought his muscles and his dick meant he could do whatever he wanted, no matter how much he hurt the girls stupid enough to fall for him. Here he was, reduced to a bumbling idiot as his useless muscles flexed and violently shook all because of what she was doing to his weak, quivering balls.

“Yeah, you are Jack. Isn’t that what you wanted? One last time getting off, with me? Or because of me at least? Right?”

Jack shook his head in frustration, grinding his teeth as he continued to supress a guttural scream like no other.

“Well you’re gonna get your wish. And when you do, just remember, I’m not your Jess anymore. I’m Jessica.”

And with that she released Jack’s balls while shoving his heaving chest off of her causing him to stumble two steps back. Before he could so much as move an inch, her left fist struck out like a jack-in-the-box and punched him square in the ballsack, while her right palm shoved the hapless jerk in the back causing him to stumble a few steps forward, just out from behind the protection of the shed.

For Jack it all happened so fast, one minute he was hunched over his ex, his boys getting the torment of their lives. Then within the space of about half a second he felt her pushing him back, then AWHHHHHH – NOT HIS BALLS!

But before he could even register the pain, he was pushed out from behind the shed into view of the whole party still hanging out by the pool. A familiar feeling washing over his groin as he stared down just in time to see his mighty dick erupt from the force of Jessica’s last punch to his nads spraying a blast of thick cum right into his face and then all over his abs and chest.

He spat out in disgust as the partygoers reacted to the sudden spectacle. The guys were either stumped into silence, or in some cases laughed. But the shrill, panicked scream of the girls sent a shiver down Jack’s spine.

Everything happened so fast, within seconds cries of “PERVERT” rang out across the backyard. Some of the guys were trying to diffuse the situation, seeking to calm their terrified and shocked girlfriends. A couple of Jack’s closest buddies shielded his modesty and passed him a towel to help him clean up. Other guys were taking sides with their girlfriends and telling Jack he needed to leave.

“NO! THAT’S IT! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!” Came a yell, Jack was almost too dazed to see who was speaking as he crumpled to the floor, a cum-laded towel in one hand as the other cupped his aching nuts.

“That is sexual assault. Exposing us all to that. It’s not acceptable and I’m calling the cops.” Jack blinked through bleary eyes as a couple of his buddies parted around him to see that Kirsten, the girl he’d cheated on Jessica with was addressing the crowd of gathered girls who were murmuring in agreement.

A couple of the boys objected, “Look, Jack’s a dumb prankster. I know that was wrong but let’s not call the cops”.

“No Tyler, this is too much. If you turn a blind eye to this stuff it just gets worse.” Came Kirsten’s response as she grabbed her phone from her bag and started calling the cops.

“No…. unghhh… wait… it was Jessica.” Jack croaked between half-sobs as he lay soothing his battered balls.

At that point, Jessica appeared from behind the crowd having emerged from the direction of the house.

“Ummm… what’s going on here? I was just in the bathroom.” She delivered convincingly.

A panicked look flashed over Jack’s eyes as he realised how sneaky she’d been, using the cover of chaos to slip out from the other side of the shed and walk behind the bushes that lined the garden to successfully re-emerge from behind them near the exit from the main door of the house.

The girls surrounded Jessica ‘filling her in’ on Jack’s disgusting act of indecent exposure.

 

***

Nearly an hour passed before the cops turned up, two officers from the local police department.

Jack was still groggy and sitting on the edge of a lawn chair when the two officers approached him and asked him what had happened. He could hardly make sense as he tried to explain how Jessica had lured him to the sheds, busted his balls and then exposed him in front of everyone.

The cops shared a quizzical expression as they examined his figure. Jack was a tough, super muscular guy – especially for a recent high school graduate. It seemed utterly implausible that he’d ever be overpowered by a female, especially not a 5 foot 18 year old girl.

The officers took statements from the others in attendance – not one person corroborated Jack’s version of events.

It became pretty clear when they found out Jessica was Jack’s ex that he had only mentioned her presumably as a form of sabotage after realising the severity of his ‘prank’ when others started talking about calling the cops.

They’d heard enough. Jack was still babbling on about his nuts as he was read his rights and hauled to his feet. The ice cold metal cuffs wrapping perfectly around his wrists as an abrupt *CLICK* made the fact he was really being arrested sink in.

Jack looked around begging for someone to step in and tell them the truth, only for his heart to sink as he realised no-one really believed him. The girls all glared back at him in disgust, his bros sheepishly staring at their feet. In their eyes, Jack was living out the exact kind of warning scenario the boys had always heard about – the prankster who took something too far and now had to face serious consequences.

As the humiliated stud was marched to the back of the waiting police car, he gently began to sob as everything came crashing down all at once.

The door slammed in his face as he was driven off down the driveway as his friends watched.

As the cop car disappeared down the street, the partygoers headed back inside, deciding to pack things up rather than continue. As they gathered their things, Jessica made her first approach to Kirsten since homecoming. “Hey, that was really awesome how you stood up and made the call to say enough was enough.”

“Thanks Jessica. I just couldn’t stand by and let that creep get away with something like that. A joke’s one thing, but that’s just too far.”

“Agreed. Look, I know it’s been a while but why don’t you come back to mine after this, I think we’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

Kirsten was touched by the expression of forgiveness. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

The two friends walked back to Jessica’s place together, reunited once more talking about all their plans for the year ahead. 

Jack on the other hand was certainly in for one hell of a gap year.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get to see the world after all, in fact he didn’t even leave the county. But he did get lots of what he was asking for during his 14 months in the local penitentiary: dorm style sleeping arrangements, meeting lots of interesting people, having experiences that opened his eyes and making lots of lasting memories… just not the kind he wanted to remember. 

 

Evil Jordan pt. 2 - Mark

Hey folks, Evil Jordan (one of my ongoing collabs with punchhisnuts) is back with another tale of David vs Goliath. He's already managed to get rid of his sister's boyfriend by going for the balls in part one... let's see how he handles his annoying older brother 😏

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It had been a long and uncomfortable few hours for 13 year old Jordan and his 18 year old brother Mark as they flew back home to Australia after visiting their older sister in the UK for a couple of weeks.

Their sister had moved to the UK for a fresh start after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend Will the previous year following an unsavoury incident at the family home. Mark had been out that night with some friends but couldn’t believe the crazy stories Will had tried to make up about Jordan attacking him, I mean as if his goody-two-shoes little brother was even capable of something like that. Mark had always liked Will and enjoyed having a guy’s guy around the house, someone to talk about footy with when Dad was out or get tips on looking after his car. It just went to show you never really knew a person…

 

Despite the fun they’d had travelling overseas without parental supervision for the first time, the two lads were excited to get back to enjoy the last of the summer holidays in Australia and were dressed appropriately in polyester football shorts. Mark covered his frame with a grey hoodie and was freeballing in his footy shorts after forgetting to do any washing before coming home.

 

Mark was super excited to get home, he’d just finished high school and was on a rugby scholarship to university next month. He was also keen to hook up with his casual fling as soon as he landed, it’d been a long couple of weeks without sex for the randy teen and the back-up in his babymakers was starting to get to him.

 

Mark and Jordan were among the only people in the cabin still awake with the lights dimmed and most passengers around them snoozed in airline-branded eye masks trying to get a little shuteye on the long journey. The cabin was set out in a 2-4-2 seating layout, and Mark and Jordan had managed to get two seats by themselves with Mark by the window and Jordan by the aisle.  

 

Mark had just finished watching a movie when he let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, startling his younger brother just as he’d been about to finally fall asleep. Jordan death stared his older bro, pissed off and irritated; Mark was always being loud to prove he was “alpha” or some shit.

Jordan sunk back into his seat, increasingly annoyed at Mark after spending so many hours stuck next to him in a confined space. A few minutes passed, Jordan was once again on the precipice of slipping off to sleep when he was abruptly nudged in the shoulder by his brother.

 

“Right lil bro, gotta piss” Mark said with a wink. Jordan groaned as he prepared to unbuckle his seatbelt to get up and let Mark out, but Mark had other plans. The 18 year-old leapt from his chair, catapulting himself across his little bro. Unfortunately for Jordan, Mark’s left foot went astray landing right on his groin.

 

“Oooooh!” squeaked Jordan “What the fuck man!? You just stood on my balls!” Jordan yelped as Mark stumbled off him, he shot his older brother an angry glare.

 

“Ooops sorry little bud” Mark chuckled ruffling his younger brother’s hair, “just an unfortunate little accident” he said cockily.

 

“Bullshit” Jordan spat back “You did that on purpose!”

 

“Yeah? What you gonna do about it?” Mark asked as he smirked, sauntering down the aisle to the bathroom leaving Jordan stewing and rubbing his sore nuts.

 

A couple of minutes later Mark returned, being met by a cold glare from his brother.

 

“Damn, sure was good to give my monster some breathing room” Mark joked crudely, “Scoot over bud” he said as he squeezed past Jordan back to his seat.

 

Jordan kept his right hand covering his nuts as his brother lifted his left leg up and over to climb past him. He carefully waited until Mark was in just the right position with each of his legs either side of Jordan to strike his left fist up and uppercut Mark right in his exposed crotch.

 

“Oooohhfftt… fuck!!” Mark yelped as he tumbled over, collapsing forcefully into his seat.

 

Jordan had hit him square in his sensitive lower-hanging right ball. Jordan had shared a room with his older bro his whole life and had seen him walking around naked plenty of times, so he knew exactly where to aim for maximum damage.

 

“Be quiet asshole, you’re gonna wake everyone up” Jordan whispered nastily, all the while enjoying the noises Mark was making and the pained look that washed over his handsome face.

 

“Fuck you…” Mark groaned through gritted teeth as he lifted his clenched left fist in the air. Before Jordan could react, Mark smashed his fist down into the mound in Jordan’s shorts. Jordan let out a gasp at the unexpected retaliation as his mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape.

 

“How do you like them apples?” Mark joked as both brothers massaged their battered nutsacks. Mark leaned back into his chair while exhaling softly. The older brother having made the mistake that this would be the end of hostilities.

 

Jordan on the other hand was far from relaxed, instead he found himself mightily pissed off. He couldn’t stand being sat next to his older brother, in fact he hated him. “What a jerk” Jordan thought “sitting there with that dumb look on his face.” He couldn't help but think Mark looked perpetually stupid, like he was stoned or something, but he wasn't... that was just how he looked. "and now he's scratching himself" Jordan kept thinking as Mark blatantly adjusted his balls "he's such a fucking ignoramus. I fucking hate him."

 

Jordan clenched his eyes tightly, his face scrunched up in agony as another wave of pain washed over him from the blow to his teenaged balls. Jordan was sick and tired of his cocky older brother deciding unilaterally when fights were over, especially ones that he started. He eyed Mark menacingly.

 

Moving with lightning speed, Jordan quickly flicked his older bro in the eye, a carefully crafted move to distract him. As Mark was busy spluttering “ow dude, what the hell? You little shit that fucking hurt!” Jordan had already raised his fist into the air and in one fell swoop sent it crashing down between Mark’s legs, again aiming for rightie.

 

Jordan smiled gleefuly as he felt Mark’s body shudder at the sudden impact, but this time he didn’t stop, opting to sink his fist as far into the meaty orb as possible until it was pressed deep into the seat. Then to add salt to the wound, Jordan began to make short, sharp calculated twists of his wrist to really grind down on Mark’s right ball.

 

"AH FUCK!" Mark started to stammer in a panic, squirming in his seat as his more sensitive ball got flattened.

"DUDE! STOP!" He cried, his deep voice becoming hoarse, and his eyes started to dart back and forth between his psychotic little brother and his pain-ravaged crotch.

 

"Not until you promise to quit it! Stop hitting my nuts bro!" Jordan retorted.

"Ok! Ok! I promise Jesus! Just... ooohh.... just..... arrgghhhh.... stop!!!" Mark pleaded pitifully.

 

Jordan slowly removed his fist, smirking as he felt his brother’s ball unflatten and return to its usual size.

As the blood flowed back into his right nut, Mark slumped back into his seat lowering his baseball cap to cover his face and the shame of the pain his nerdy little bro had caused him.

 

"Leave me alone, ok? Or you're gonna regret it" Jordan warned, a little surprised at himself for threatening his stronger, older brother but nonetheless proud of himself. Mark merely groaned before slurring “whatever dude” as he fought back tears underneath his baseball cap and placed his left hand loosely over his junk so it could gently massage his battered pride.

 

With his spare hand, Mark grabbed his pillow and lay it on top of his crotch to fend off any further attacks. The 18 year old stud clenched his teary eyes closed and tried to drift off to sleep…

 

About and hour later, Mark awoke. As he slept, all he could dream of was running commentary from his rugby coach. He worshipped his coach; he had invested so heavily in Mark and Mark seriously thought of him as basically just a second Dad.

 

His coach always told him at practice “There’s no such thing as 2^nd place Mark, you’re either a winner or a loser.” For some reason, that was really getting to him right now. He was getting irate, angry even.

 

How dare his 13 year old little brother challenge him like that? Mark had taught him everything he knows, well the important stuff anyway – how to catch a football, how to talk to girls, he even gave the little twerp tips on how to jerk off without getting caught – and now here he was fucking threatening him.

 

That was absolutely ridiculous Mark thought. He was a rugby stud, he was on a scholarship, he was the fucking man of the house after Dad, and he was now legally an adult. His younger barely pubescent bro had absolutely no right to get away with behaving like this to him; so what if Mark had started it? He was the big bro, that was his prerogative.

 

“I’m gonna make him fuckin’ pay” Mark concluded. He glanced over at Jordan, his eyes glaring furiously.

 

Jordan meanwhile hadn’t been able to get to sleep and heard his older brother shifting in his seat. While Mark was certainly the more physically developed of the two brothers with his taught muscles and his broad shoulders, he was far from the more intelligent and despite his best-efforts Jordan knew him to be emotionally driven and illogical at times. Even though he’d already busted Mark into submission, he knew deep down that his macho-man brother wouldn’t be able to let this lie, he’d have to try and win.

Jordan held his breath as he waited for Mark to make his move.

 

Glaring down at his younger brother Mark decided to repeat his previously tried-and-tested technique of sending his fist slamming down into Jordan’s balls, all the while keeping his other hand over his own crotch in a protective move against any further retaliation. Only this time, he was so worked up by his injured pride that he did so way, way too hard, exerting enough force to cause his younger brother some serious pain.

 

“Fuck yeah!” Mark thought to himself, “that’ll show the little prick!”

 

Jordan meanwhile had lurched forward almost smacking his head into the back of the seat in front. He started coughing and dry heaving at the force of Mark’s blow to his balls. Mark had a brief moment of regret as he looked at how visibly hurt Jordan was, and was about to start blubbering out an apology for taking it too far but it was already too late.

 

Enraged with pain, the decision was made for Jordan. In a stealth like move he suddenly reached over and grabbed the hand Mark had covering his junk. He looked straight into Mark’s eyes and smiled as he began to squeeze, forcing Mark’s hand to clench.

 

Mark gulped as his hand suddenly met the resistance of his balls. “Oooof… what the fuck?” he spluttered.

 

Grinning wickedly, Jordan began to twist and yank Mark’s hand, forcing him to bust his own balls. Mark tried using his spare hand to pull off Jordan’s hand, but it was no use against Jordan's expert grip.

“Ah… Fuckkk… Stop” the older bro was muttering between sad, coarse groans. He tried desperately to flex his arm muscles all the way down to his hand to free himself but for some reason his muscles couldn’t force movement beyond the wrist. Unfortunately for Mark, Jordan had actually paid attention in his introductory human biology unit in science class, and knew exactly where to find a pressure point that was now pinning his older brother’s clenched hand in place.

 

"Oooh... you little shit... you're gonna regret this..." Mark spat as he felt his balls getting more and more compressed as his hand got closer and closer to forming a fist. By this point his arse was squirming and his hips were bucking in the seat. Jordan looked on content in the knowledge that no matter how much he tried, Mark wasn’t gonna be able to free his hand.

 

Jordan was having flashbacks to when his older brother used to physically dominate their relationship by throwing his weight around. The anger surged within him as he remembered all the times Mark had grabbed Jordan’s arms and made him hit himself during a fight. Jordan was gleeful as he watched Mark now being the one to squirm as he forced his big bro to squeeze his own nuts.

 

Sensing the opportunity to build on his schadenfreude, Jordan leaned in closely and menacingly whispered "Stop squeezing yourself! Stop squeezing yourself!" into Mark’s ear.

 

Mark glared back at him angrily as he let out a cough followed by a muffled groan "stoppp.... you... unnghhh.... little.... fuckker... oooh!" All the while sweat was dripping from his forehead.

 

The squeezing power struggle continued for another couple of minutes, before Mark really began to panic. He gulped once more as he inexplicably felt his cock starting to stir in the crotch of his shorts. The pain meanwhile grew more and more intense, and Mark threw his head back and let out a loud yell of agony the interrupted a couple of nearby passengers from their sleep.

 

Seeing his pillow lying next to him, Jordan decided to take quick action and used his spare hand to shove the pillow right into Mark’s gaping mouth before he could alert anyone to the situation. Looking back down at Mark’s crotch, Jordan laughed with surprise as Mark’s face turned beet red.

Jordan had heard Mark's "late night workouts" enough times from the other side of their room to know what was about to happen, and wasn’t about to listen to his older brother’s frantic, muffled protests as he screamed into the pillow while his now rock-hard dick began bobbing about wildly against the thin fabric of his shorts.

 

“MMMMGGGHHNNNGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Mark tried to yell, only to have Jordan push the pillow further into his mouth. Jordan knew it wouldn’t be long now, he could sense Mark’s body was getting hotter and saw that his chest was beginning to heave. His legs started shaking wildly in his seat and he began rapidly blinking in a panic.

 

Things were getting dire for Mark. The pain emanating from his crotch was excruciating, he was being utterly owned by a kid five years his junior, and to top it all off he was suddenly starting to feel a familiar yet deeply unwelcome sensation.

 

Jordan gave his older bro a devilish wink as he noticed Mark’s balls were starting to tug upwards and his breathing was becoming shorter.

 

“ohhh fuckkk...” Mark thought to himself. Then…

 

*SPLAT*

 

All of a sudden, the front of the 18 year old’s footy shorts were sprayed with a gooey substance from within and were left sticky and white. Mark glanced down at his slowly collapsing tent and let out a soft whimper as he turned to look into Jordan’s eyes, genuinely afraid for the first time in his young, cocky life.

 

Jordan held a steady glare back at Mark with a mixture of satisfaction, newfound power, and pity. After all these years, Jordan had a confident feeling Mark wouldn't be the boss of the bedroom anymore.

 

As he removed the pillow from Mark’s mouth, Jordan leaned in to whisper "if you ever fuck with me again, then that will have been the last time you ever cum" as he pushed the stricken hunk back in his seat.

 

All Mark could do was stare down in disbelief at his sticky crotch, totally unsure of what to do with himself.

 

A couple of seconds later the cabin lights came on as the crew readied to commence the breakfast service before landing. Just as Mark reached down to touch his sticky shorts, as if to visually confirm that he did indeed bust a nut because his little bro made him squeeze his own nards so hard a flight attendant walked by.

"Oh my God" they gasped, horrified at what they were seeing. They turned to Jordan with a deep expression of concern, "excuse me young man, has this gentleman here bothered you?"

 

"We're broth-" Mark tried to say only to be cut off by Jordan.

"He's just exposed himself and he has been masturbating all night"

 

"What.... you little shit how dare you try and...." Mark started to raise his voice in fury.

 

"Excuse me sir, there is no need for you to talk right now" the flight attendant snapped back at him.

 

"Sir, what age are you?" the flight attendant asked Jordan.

"13"

The flight attendant glared at Mark in absolute disgust.

 

"Ok... I'll tell you what, we're going to find a spare seat for you up the front in first class to keep you safe" they said to Jordan.

"As for you" they continued staring down at Mark "I'll get you some napkins to clean up, but exposing yourself on an aircraft in front of a minor is an extremely serious offence. Prepare to be met by police upon landing."

 

"But.... but..." Mark tried to stammer, but it was no use. The flight attendant was already walking off directing Jordan away from him as his evil younger brother just smirked back wickedly.

 

Mark sat back in his chair, eyes wide open with panic as he suddenly thought “It's just that kind of incident that's going to cost me my rugby scholarship”. He gulped as the plane began its descent…

 

***

The incident on the plane ended up totally upending Mark’s plans for summer. Instead of going home to bang his fling senseless, he found himself immediately packing his things to vacate his shared bedroom after his parents refused to have him live under the same roof for Jordan’s safety.

Stripped of his rugby scholarship and without the grades to otherwise get into uni, he was forced to take a bricklaying apprenticeship that paid so little he was forced to live out of his car. Yep, Jordan was pretty pleased with his handiwork.

Just by targeting their balls he’d caused his sister’s ex-boyfriend to get dumped, and now he’d managed to make his douchey older brother homeless forced to split his time between searing hot construction sites and a 1998 Commodore with no air conditioning and in the process, he no longer had to share a room! Frankly he couldn’t wait to see what he could make happen next.