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

 

This is the second of three chapters of the comedy nutshot collaboration I completed with Punch His Nuts, if you haven't already read part one you can find it here. 

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"You little fucks!" Brad yelled, leaping to his feet and starting to chase towards the pair of younger kids "fuck, Dylan run!" yelled Alex as his mind raced to think of how they were going to get out of this one. Brad albeit hot on their tails, had slowed to a bit of a speedy limp, presumably the pain from his already sensitive balls slapping against his meaty thighs as he ran had caused the menacing stud to reconsider his sprint. Running back outside into the main corridor, Alex made a dash for the rear exit doors only to be stopped by Dylan "No! I put a trap on that door remember! We can't leave this way". Hearing Brad's footsteps drawing closer Alex had to think fast, "we're both small enough to fit in these lockers, quick hide!"

Both brothers made it into their respective lockers just in the nick of time as Brad came careening around the corner practically foaming at the mouth as he yelled "I'm gonna kill you, you little shits!" but was somewhat startled to find the corridor empty. Brad slowed to a more relaxed limp as he carefully cupped his battered balls while making his way toward the exit, the brothers doing their best to remain quiet as the older stud muttered under his breath "they must have gone through this door, the dumb fucks, I'll catch them easy." 

Feigning his usual bravado, Brad began a cocky stride up to the doors while opting to ignore his aching nuts by taking his hands off his quivering bulge. Reaching the door, he wasted no time in puffing up his muscular chest and flexing his carefully sculpted arms in a show of manly power as he reached forward heaving the heavy door open with great force, so forceful in fact that his right leg shifted back with the effort leaving him in a spread legged position. Immediately upon forcing the door open, the string suspending Dylan's previous trap snapped sending the heavy dumbbell tumbling down towards the arrogant hunk beneath.

Brad was smirking and was about to yell "you better run you little fucks! I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!", but before he could even get past "you-" his eyes caught a glimpse of the fast moving object flying towards him. All the stricken stud could do was gulp as his eyes watched the freefalling dumbbell swing down right through the gap in his muscular, spread legs before 

*SPLAT*

The full force of the heavy weight came up from beneath him, completing its swing as it crashed right into his already fragile nutsack crushing both his heavy balls right into his hip bone and flattening them to a mere fraction of their usual size. "Ugh!!" Brad groaned as the dumbbell fell away, his knees involuntarily bending as his hands dived for his battered goods, his mouth forming the perfect 'o' shape and his eyes growing wide in shock. "My.... my balls...." he began to stammer, growing louder

"My balls.... My balls!! MY BALLS!!!! MY FUCKING BAAAAALLSSSS!!!!!!"

He bellowed, his entire body shaking as every muscle on the big hunk's frame began to tremble as his nervous system processed the excruciating pain that was radiating from his groin up through his abs and slowly taking over his whole body. He began hyperventilating and letting out short little squeaks as he collapsed to his knees, toppled over and eventually passed out entirely from the brutal pain in his loins. 

Unable to contain themselves, Alex and Dylan burst out of the lockers they had been hiding in holding their bellies in fits of laughter. "Oh my God, he didn't see that one coming!" joked Dylan while mimicking the actions of their fallen foe "I'm gonna get you little shits" he repeated in a condescendingly gruff, low voice while assuming a wide stance before pretending to get hit in the crotch "OW! My balls!!"

Dylan's impersonation had left Alex in stiches, the pair going back and forth mocking Brad's hilarious comeuppance before finally regaining their composure. "Ok, ok, we better go check in and see if either of the other two sleeping brutes have woken from their slumber" joked Alex as he and Dylan walked off leaving Brad's naked passed out form in a heap by the door...

***

On the other side of the sports centre, Aaron slowly began to regain consciousness. Slowly sitting up, the downed stud quickly began to notice just how tender his most precious assets were; rubbing his nuts and his girthy cock he began to grow red in the face with anger "I'm gonna murder those little shits, I'm gonna fucking murder them!" he screamed with rage as he bounced to his feet and marched back towards the change room.

Just as the two brothers rounded the corner and headed in through the locker room's door they saw Aaron stumble his way back into the shower block, groaning and wincing as the still hotter-than-normal water began to drip over his body and slowly wash the paint stains off of his junk. 

"Damn" muttered Alex to his ballbuster-in-training "I wanted to use this next trap on the big, dumb jock we just nutted with the dumbbell... looks like his younger, dumber brother will have to do." 

"You talking about the gymnastics setup?" asked Dylan 

"Yep" responded Alex, "You know what to do, yeah?" 

"Sure do big bro!" responded Dylan enthusiastically, offering his older brother a friendly high five before Alex disappeared down the long hallway to finalise the trap the pair had began working on earlier that evening.

Dylan meanwhile crawled to the best vantage point for attracting Aaron's attention when the time came, venturing to a partially over-turned changing bench that had been knocked over during the jocks' locker room shenanigans, before setting his stopwatch to five minutes giving his brother enough time to have the finishing touches prepared on the trap that awaited the dazed jock moaning in front of him in the shower. 

Dylan watched with fascination as the older boy's balls slowly began to droop back down in their sack as the steamy water invitingly enveloped them like a warm glove. He admired the fullness of Aaron's thick cock as it ever-so-carefully began to drop its guard, embracing the relative safety of the locker room as it pumped back up from the shriveled worm it had shrunk to in a state of fear to its usual mighty length swinging between his legs like a heavy pendulum. 

Aaron was taking deep heavy breaths as the last remnants of paint washed off of his junk, he gulped surprised as his dick slowly began to respond once again to the warm water as it slightly stiffened bringing a seedy smirk to the teen stud's face. Fuck he was horny... Aaron reached down to his swelling member, keen to forget the pain he had suffered and relieve himself from his previous accidental self-edging. If it hadn't been for the pounding sound of the steamy shower water on the hard tiles, Brad would have heard the beeping of the stopwatch Dylan had set to remind himself when it was time to put the plan into action.

Looking down at his wrist and deactivating the beeping sound, Dylan focused his attention on the target in front of him. "Sorry stud, you're not gonna be getting any tonight" he muttered under breath as he procured a slingshot from his pocket...

Aaron was lost in a world of lust as he delicately stroked his hardening dick, the meaty monster now beginning to rise from its hanging position and climbing proudly into the air when suddenly he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his left ass cheek. "OWWWW!!!" he screamed as he spun around, noticing a small silver slingshot pellet rolling away into the shower drain. His cock drooped back down into its natural flaccid state as its owner came face to face with the younger of the two kids that had fucked with him before, the young lad standing on the other side of the locker room holding an emptied-slingshot. "Come on big boy, catch me if you can!" yelled Dylan antagonistically as he took off. The fully naked Aaron leapt out of the shower in hot pursuit, his cock and balls flopping around wildly between his thighs as he screamed obscenities at his young tormentor "I'll fucking kill you, you little cunt!".

Aaron continued chasing Dylan down corridor after corridor, narrowing the distance between them to just a few metres when suddenly the younger lad disappeared through some doors into one of the many halls the centre was home to. Aaron burst through the doors after him, finding himself standing in the centre's large gymnastics hall with Dylan nowhere to be seen. Confused but still confident, Aaron began strutting around the hall in between the various obstacles that had been set up "come on kid, I know you're in here!" he yelled angrily. "Come out now and I'll go easy on you!".... "not" he added with a mumble under his breath. 

From their designated hiding spot behind a pile of stacked gym mats Alex and Dylan watched on carefully. "Okay, if he's not that dumb he should find the bait relatively quickly" whispered Alex beneath his breath as he reached into his bag, passing Dylan a heavy tool he'd found in the centre's maintenance closet.

Wandering through the gym hall not far from them while absentmindedly scratching his abs and tugging at his balls, Aaron took only a couple of minutes to notice the trap that had been laid for him. High above a crash mattress on the suspended tight rope walk was his bag full of clothes, it was right in the middle between the two ends of the rope suspended around six metres/twenty feet off the ground. Aaron stood there in contemplation... were these dumb kids trying to lure him into something? Mind you, he'd been looking everywhere in here and they weren't around, maybe the kid had already ran out, and besides it didn't seem like a smart thing to do to be running around this place balls out naked, especially with two nutbusting maniacs on the loose...

"Fuck it" he declared, and began climbing the ladder that lead up to the rope. Reaching the top, the handsome hunk gulped realising just how high off the ground he was.

"C'mon bro, you're the fucking man, you can do this" he affirmed loudly giving himself a little pep talk. Back down below, the two brothers were struggling to contain their laughter at his pathetic state "looks like our big muscly stud is afraid of heights" Dylan whispered to his older brother. The two watched on eagerly as slowly but surely Aaron took his first precarious steps out on to the tight rope, balancing his way toward the middle with every muscle in his body tensed as he did his best to maintain his centre of gravity.

 "Watch as he gets closer to the middle, this is gonna be great!" Alex remarked, grinning from ear to ear. Barely a few more steps from reaching the bag, Aaron suddenly felt something slippery beneath his forward foot. "What the..." he began to say as he stepped forward

"FUCK!" 

He yelled as he suddenly lost his footing, both legs crashing down on either side of the tight rope crushing his already battered nuts. 

"MY BALLS!! MY FUCKING BALLS!!!!"

He yelled dramatically while holding on to the swaying tight rope for dear life, his face turning red and scrunching up in pain as his heavily worked out biceps and washboard abs powerfully flexed. The two brothers were laughing their asses off on the ground, "Okay... now!" instructed Alex sending Dylan off toward the ladder carrying with him a hefty pair of garden shears. Dylan scampered up the ladder unnoticed by Aaron til he had reached the top. "Hey bro! Brace for impact" Dylan yelled causing Aaron to turn his head. The stud's eyes widened with fear as he spotted the smaller kid barely half his hunky size brandishing the shears against the rope. 

With a look of utter panic on his face, Aaron quickly abandoned any efforts to retrieve his bag and began crawling as hastily as he could to try and get to the other side of the tightrope, futilely trying to avoid crushing or dragging his balls across the unforgiving rope. Having almost reached the other side, Aaron reached out desperately to grab the platform only to find himself about a finger's length too far away. It was just then as he was letting out a sigh of frustration that the stud heard the sickening sound of the rope tearing apart as a loud metal clang indicated the shears had completely closed, everything suddenly went vertical for the stricken stud, and all he could do was mutter "shit..."

The tough jock abruptly found himself plummeting at great speed toward the ground. With his thick hunky legs stilled tightly wrapped around the rope, his precious dick and swollen balls received some intense rope burn during the speedy descent. Before he could even react to the searing pain this caused, he came crashing down onto the inflated mat below but bounced off it nearly as quickly as he had landed after feeling a sharp pain in his rear end, his ass having come bearing down directly on to a few carefully placed tacks by the mischievous boys. 

Landing on his feet and still processing all that had just happened, Aaron's face went pale as he found himself standing face to face with Alex who was once again brandishing the paintball gun.

"Better luck next round dude!" Alex shouted cheerfully while lining up the gun with its targets. Aaron was left lifting up his hands as a terrified look took over his usually cocky face "no... please don't..." but his words were cut short.

*BANG* left nut!

*BANG* right nut!

*BANG* right in the dick!

Aaron stumbled back in a state of shock before letting out a ridiculously high-pitched scream as his hands clutched his battered goods before the stud was sent tumbling backwards onto the mattress and for the second time that night at the hands of the younger brothers, passing out from the impact of paint pellets. Alex and Dylan paused to admire their handiwork, and as Aaron's naked form sunk into the steadily deflating mattress Dylan turned to his brother "well, I suppose we better go check on the mousetrap douchebag" he said rather matter of fact while shrugging his shoulders. Alex looked on impressed as his younger bro started to strut out of the hall... what a stone cold killer I've created he though to himself, proudly. 

***

"OWWW!!!" A deep masculine scream in the distance, emanating from the direction of the locker room, abruptly woke Mike from his unconscious state. He groaned as all the pain in his pendulous gonads flooded back into him, no longer spared by unconsciousness. He gingerly reached down between his two thick muscular legs and with tears brimming in his eyes and a sharp yelp, he delicately removed the mousetrap that had been crushing his manly nuts.

"Those sadistic little fuckers" he muttered to himself bitterly. He peered down to find his heavy nutsack bruised. Biting his tongue to avoid any further outward displays of weakness, he slowly clambered to his feet wincing as his balls gently returned to swinging between his legs, though this time with every light smack against his thighs a shot of pain would radiate all the way up to his taught stomach. He grimaced as he discovered his balls were so tender he couldn't even protectively cup them, leaving him to cup his dick protectively instead just for comfort. "At least they didn't hurt you, eh, big guy" he mumbled, still wistfully holding on to the idea that he might still make the hot date he was meant to be going on that night. 

The stud picked up his towel, wrapping it again around his waist. He smiled while looking down at his obscenely obvious bulge, feeling manly and accomplished as his hefty manhood hung proudly despite the agony within it. From outside he suddenly heard a commotion in the corridors, the sound of yelling and footsteps running in the opposite direction down towards the gymnastics area. "That sounded like Aaron, I wonder if the bastards got to him too... oh well, better his balls than mine", Mike thought to himself with a slightly vindictive smirk. 

Turning back around, he again noticed his gym bag. Figuring he should at least put some clothes on so those little fuckers couldn't make him seem like even more of an idiot running around in the buff, he decided to walk back over toward the bag, more confident this time knowing the only mousetrap that had been laid out had already deployed. "But goddamn, if I don't ever want to see a mousetrap again" he muttered outloud to no-one in particular as he unzipped his bag, reaching into it. As he reached into the bag suddenly he felt the most intense pain on his hands as instead of finding his clothes he instead found a whole set of mousetraps.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed, "I'm gonna kill those fucking little cunts!!"
Standing back in horror while staring at the two mousetraps clamped onto both of his hands trapping each of his fingers, he was forced to smash his hands against the floor to break the mousetraps off by force, only to find his fingers and knuckles all bruised and tender from the assault. Slowly, he tried to open and close his hands, but the bruising was so painful that he couldn't so much as bend his knuckles let alone form a fist. Meanwhile outside in the corridor, on their way back from dealing with Aaron, Alex and Dylan heard the scream coming from the squash courts. "Looks like the big dumbass found his clothes" Alex joked to Dylan, as the pair made their way to Mike. "Well not all his clothes" noted Dylan while patting his pocket with a knowing smile, "but wait a minute, we don't have a trap set up for him this time bro, how are we gonna get him?" Alex paused as if in contemplation before abruptly smashing his elbow into a trophy case the pair were passing by "Alex! What are you doing!? We could get in serious trouble" Dylan protested, shocked by his brother's seemingly reckless behaviour. "Uh uh, remember the CCTV cameras wipe at midnight and we got their phones" Alex responded with a wicked smile while retrieving something from the display cabinet "we won't be getting into any trouble for this, but someone who deserves it will". Dylan responded with his own wicked smile as Alex passed him a baseball from the cabinet, "remember little bro, sometimes simple is best" he said as the pair made their way down the hall. 

Back at the squash court Mike was looking at his flat open palms in surprise, trying to keep himself calm at his predicament. "I mean, you don't become a campus stud without knowing how to knock out the competition" he said to himself reassuringly, "yeah, I don't need fists to beat the shit out of those fuckers, I'll be fine, I've got heaps of moves". 

"Is that so?" asked Alex suddenly appearing at the door with his younger brother, causing Mike to spin around to face them. Unfortunately for Mike, the force of the unprepared spin sent his dangling balls swinging hard into his legs causing him to yelp and forced his legs to buckle a little. Embarrassed from his involuntary show of weakness and the brothers' ensuing laughter, the cocky jock decided to stand as tall as he could and puffed out his muscular chest intimidatingly. He spied the baseball in Dylan's hand and a small flash of fear crossed his face, which the brothers seemed to notice with satisfaction. 

Mike however decided to rationalise the situation... "one baseball" he thought to himself "they get one shot and they have no more weapons, no more booby traps, this is gonna be no problem, c'mon big guy, you're the man, these puny kids have got nothing on you."

"You little fuckers!" he yelled out to them, arrogantly. "One baseball!? That's pathetic. I'll even give you a free shot" cockily laughing at the brothers, "I'm covered with muscle, I won't even feel it!" he bragged, growing more and more confident as the alpha male voice inside his brain continued egging him on. 

With a smirk he went to cup his balls, but his smirk faded quickly to a grimace as his bruised hands wouldn't close properly. Mike quickly shrugged it off though, keen not to show any further displays of weakness, he instead simply held one of his palms out flat across the front of his bulge. His smirk returned as he stepped up closer to the lads. "Go on boys, what are you waiting for!?" he called out mockingly. The brothers remained silent but slowly began to smile, all the while Mike was getting redder and redder in the face as his anger grew, "you stupid fucks!" he snarled, "you think you're so smart, but guess what school won't teach you shit, you little puny fucks will always be inferior to guys like me, I mean just look at me! I've got a huge cock, big muscles, nah, school won't teach you how to get those things, you'll always be betas in a world run by alpha studs like me!" He growled with fury.

Alex smiled mischievously at his younger brother, approvingly nodding his head and asked" you got this one bro?". With the approval of his older sibling combined with all the new found knowledge he'd gained that night, Dylan proudly stood forward without an ounce of fear. 

"You're right" Dylan said calmly to Mike causing the aggressive stud to narrow his eyes in confusion. "School doesn't teach us those things, but I did learn one thing today that was pretty interesting, do you know much about physics, Mr Field Hockey?"

"I get physical with your mum if that's what you mean you little bitch" Mike snapped back at him.

Dylan continued talking, still smiling pleasantly as he stepped ever so slightly closer, while concentrating on the lines on the floor and the distance between him and Mike. "You know, I've been learning about spin and momentum, and it turns out you can use it in a lot of situations" he said while spinning the ball gently in his hand and eyeing up a spot he was marking out on the floor. "For example," he began as he came to a complete stop having found the right position "I could throw this ball straight at you.."

Mike burst out laughing "yeah you little bitch, and I wouldn't even fucking feel it like I said" he boasted interrupting Dylan's monologue. "Yes" Dylan continued "but if I choose the right angle, apply just the correct amount of spin, and just the right level of momentum" he said, licking his lips in concentration while eyeing the baseball and the floor carefully "I can do this!"

It took just a fraction of a second from Dylan's exclamation for everything to happen, but for Mike it occurred as if it were in slow-mo. The ball went flying while spinning through the air from Dylan's hand seemingly coming nowhere near him, Mike's smirk growing as it appeared to fall well short of where he was even standing simply crashing into the floor.  What he wasn't expecting though was for the ball to have just the right level of momentum to reverb off from the floor and bounce back up at an angle heading in his direction, a mid-thigh level ruffle of the front closing of his towel sent the first alarm bells off in Mike's mind that something was wrong. His brain barely registered the sudden gusty feeling of air movement inside his towel from just behind where his outstretched protective palm was before

*SMACK*

Mike's mouth suddenly dropped open in a silent scream as the baseball forcefully collided with his tender, naked ballsack. 

*THUD*

The baseball smacked back into the ground, falling out of the opening of Mike's towel before innocently rolling away. Mike's face began to contort in all sorts of shapes and expressions as the pain raced to his mind, his body bent over and his abs flexed like a spasming washboard. His eyes crossed as he started gasping for air and tumbled to his knees, his legs catching his towel as he fell and puling it off leaving the stricken hunk again vulnerable and naked as he rolled to his side desperately attempting to cup his balls that felt as though they were about to explode with agony. His heavily bruised fingers however preventing him from receiving any level of reprieve from his male pain.

He rolled onto his back, looking up with a terrified expression as he saw Dylan standing over him, the 20 year old muscle stud looked pleadingly into the eyes of the mere 13 year old kid that had nearly  unmanned him. Dylan however couldn't be any less interested in Mike's sudden look of remorse as he reached down towards the college bro's crotch and easily smacked away his protective hands. "Must be nice having a big dick like this" Dylan remarked while grabbing ahold of Mike's 6.5 inch flaccid member. "Too bad..." he continued, reaching his spare hand into his pocket and retrieving a final mousetrap. "N..n...no" Mike began to stammer, Dylan simply smiled back at him before clamping the mousetrap down on his proudest asset

WHACK

SNAP 

CLICK

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mike boomed at the top of his lungs, his manly yells echoing off the walls. He screamed and screamed as the pain began to spread across his entire body, this time not even being relieved with unconsciousness. The brothers laughed as his body eventually calmed to a semi-conscious state, still occasionally spasming and eliciting a groan from the stricken meathead trapped in his world of pain.

Alex approached, giving Dylan an approving ruffle of the hair. Dylan looked back at his older brother with pride "so what now big bro?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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

 

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

Update

 Hey readers!

Sorry it's been a while. Truth be truth I've lost some of my writing motivation for the Bull Cock On The Subway series. That's not to say that I won't be posting the rest of it but I'll likely be taking a little break from it until the spark comes back for the stories. I'm sorry to those that have been waiting to read how the series ends, but when I do finish it off I want to make sure I give it the best writing I can and to be honest I'm just not in the right space for that at the moment. 

However, the good news is that I have some other stories lined up that will be good to publish soon. I hope to have a more comedic story up on the blog some time in the coming week about a group of college jocks that make the mistake of getting on the bad side of two high-school brothers that decide to take their revenge. 

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Cheers for now,

OMB

Follow me on Instagram! (ombstories4real)

Hey folks,

I decided to start an Instagram account as a place to post all the little videos and pictures that I love, but weren't necessarily a big enough deal for me to write a story out of. I'll probably upload a variety of more lighthearted things there, think ads, guys goofing around, perfectly timed pictures of pranks or accidents etc. 

My first post is my favourite commercial of all time. In it, the protagonist has managed to get a girl round to his apartment (you can figure out what for), and decides to throw together a quick late-night snack before whatever he's got planned next. But things go haywire when he's attacked by his ravenous dog, and both his ass and his balls pay the price. To add to the humiliation, the girl walks in on him in his boxers with the dog, getting weirded out she decides to call it a night, leaving our hapless lad with a set of crushed nuts and nowhere to bury his bone :/. Ironically, all of this happens in a commercial for a sausage company.

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Someone's gonna regret standing with his legs so wide apart

A Little Update and a Little Story (Nutball In The Kitchen)

Hey readers, this is just a quick little update to let you know how things are progressing. I know I don't publish very much and truthfully that's just because life is usually extremely busy for me. However, the past few weeks in isolation have given me time to get my creative juices flowing again and I have been working on more stories. The big project I've been working on is a series of follow-ups to my Bull Cock on The Subway fan fiction. There will be either 4 or 5 more installments on that depending on how the story unfolds from here, I've got it pretty much all planned out but there's just so much of it that it'll take me a while to write so it may be a little while before the next post is published, however rest assured it is coming. I also have another story that's kind of a sequel/prequel to a minor character involved in these series that while definitely not part of the Bull Cock on The Subway stories is set to take place in the same universe.
The direction I'm going in with these stories is perhaps a little out-there compared to what I've written before, but hopefully you still find it enjoyable (there's also a couple of hidden character references in there for regular readers of other ballbusing blogs, consider it a late Easter egg from me so as to speak).
I also have a couple of ideas for other stories unrelated to this series to keep me going for the rest of the year, so hopefully I get the chance to publish more frequently than usually. If you don't want to miss out on these stories when they go live make sure to subscribe to the blog :)

In the meantime I've written a short story for you guys. The story is actually based on a photo from glamdring's ballbusting photo blog Nads Destroyed which has hundreds if not thousands of images of guy's nads being threatened.

Warning: this story contains permanent damage
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Nutball In The Kitchen

Charlie and his good buddy Blake had just moved into a new apartment after graduating college the month before. The two guys had been roomies throughout the four years of their degrees so they had grown pretty accustomed to each other and didn't really mind hanging out in their boxers or even naked from time to time if it it was hot or one of them had just been a classic lazy college student and forgotten to do their laundry.

After moving all their stuff into the new place, both guys were hanging shirtless in the kitchen (it was a super hot summer's day and moving all that heavy stuff really worked up a sweat). The two guys decided to crack open a couple of beers to celebrate their successful move and the beginning of their new life as bachelors. "Fuck man, can you imagine how much easier it's gonna be to get chicks to come over now we have separate rooms? We're gonna be balls deep every night bro" chuckled Blake. "Well, I'll drink to that" replied Charlie smirking at the thought. The two lads cracked open their beer cans but unfortunately for Charlie his had been shaken up at some stage during the move and it sprayed everywhere completely soaking his crotch. "Damn dude, thought you were passed the diaper training by now" wise-cracked Blake. "Haha. Very funny" Charlie replied sarcastically, stripping out of his jeans.

Blake was surprised to see Charlie had chosen not to wear underwear today and was once again impressed by Charlie's massive set. Of course he'd seen it countless times before, but the effect of seeing his beautiful 8 inch soft cock and giant balls never failed to amaze. Now Blake was as straight as they come, but given the chance he'd manhandle the hell out of Charlie's juicy big balls. Blake had seen a lot of mighty impressive pairs in the change rooms at the gym, but he'd never seen anything quite as big as Charlie's. Blake quickly snapped out of his trance realising that he'd been staring at Charlie's perfect junk as he dried himself off with a paper towel. "Like what you see bro?" Charlie teased, "don't flatter yourself" Blake joked as two guys laughed. "Damn, I'm so bored" mused Charlie "can't believe the cable guy can't make it til the weekend". "Yeah man, gonna miss the game tonight" added Blake.
Fortunately for the two guys, seeing Charlie's balls had given Blake an idea; he disappeared to his room rummaging around his box of sports equipment before finding what he was looking for- his tennis ball. He headed back to the kitchen, challenging Charlie to a game of their college pastime of nutball, for old time's sake.

"I dunno man, there's boxes in all the rooms where are we gonna find the space to play it?"
"How about right here man, there's no boxes in the kitchen!"
"But where's there enough space to keep us apart?"
"Yeah... guess you're right. Unless you wanna sit in the sink" Blake joked. But he was surprised to see Charlie taking him seriously and hopping his naked self into the sink opposite the kitchen table he was leaning on.
"Ok, well I guess this works" Charlie grunted as he positioned his muscly ass into the basin of the sink. Blake sat up on the table directly opposite his buddy readying himself for the first throw.
"Wait hang on a second, you don't think I'm gonna sit here butt-naked while you're still wearing jeans? That ain't fair." Charlie protested.
"But I can't see your junk from this angle, you can see mine, surely that balances it out?"
The boys pondered their dilemma briefly before deciding to meet in the middle with Blake wearing his boxers. Charlie readied to take the first throw
"Alright man, you ready for this?"
"Come at me bro, your eggs are gonna be scrambled by the end of this"
"Oh we'll see who's eggs are scrambled" joked Charlie as he took his shot, landing square in Blake's lap smashing both his balls at full force.
Charlie hollered with laughter as his bro tumbled off the table cupping his balls wheezing from the pain.
After a few minutes of soothing his battered nuts, Blake hopped back on to the table ready for his revenge.
"Better buy a buttplug bro cause you're gonna be out of service for a while after this" joked Blake.
He threw a solid shot, the ball landing in the metal basin with a loud clank. Blake was disappointed to see however that Charlie had no reaction, the ball must have missed the target.
"Oh well, better luck next time", with that Charlie took another swing for his buddy's junk once again connecting right on target. Blake again collapsed, rolling off the table grunting and moaning as his balls throbbed in excruciating pain.

This process repeated itself again and again, Charlie connecting dead-on with Blake's babymakers while Blake failed to hit Charlie because he couldn't see exactly where his balls were. A couple of times he managed to hit his legs, but the mild discomfort of a tap on the leg was nowhere near the satisfaction Blake was craving from this game.
After suffering 10 blows to the balls, Blake wanted to call it quits saying the game was bullshit, I mean he couldn't even see what he was aiming for and Charlie was becoming more and more harsh with his throws, starting to serve them like a baseball.
"Oh come on bro" Charlie butted in "you're not gonna quit just because you're losing are you?" throwing the ball again and smashing Blake's nuts for the 11th time.
As much as Blake wanted to quit at this point, his pride kept him going and Charlie knew exactly how to push his buttons.
"Come on dude, my little sister throws better than you"
"Woah, you're gonna need a sex change if you keep going like this" he'd loudly joke while hysterically laughing at how comically poorly Blake was going.
After a twentieth shot to the balls Blake was now totally pissed off. In a rage, he decided to stand up on the table so he could fully see where Charlie's balls were in the sink.
"Hey man, that's not part of the rules!"
Blake didn't care though, finally ready for some revenge he launched the ball through the air at just the right angle for it to collide with full force against Charlie's low hangers causing him to let out a girlish high pitched squeal. Blake danced around the kitchen in celebration relishing in the chance to finally give some wise-crackers of his own "ha! who sounds like a little girl now, not even my 4 year old niece could make a noise that high pitched".
After finally calming down, Blake suddenly noticed that Charlie still hadn't moved from his position in the sink, his hands still buried deep in the basin fondling... no pulling at his crotch as he groaned and grunted with every breath.
"Hey man, what's wrong?", Blake walked over to the sink and was shocked at the predicament he saw. Charlie's balls had been smashed into the drain and they were stuck!!
"Fuck, I can't get them out!" Charlie yelled in a panic.
"Hey bro, don't worry it's ok, just relax man we'll think of something"
Charlie leaned back in the basin, unable to free his precious nut sack from the compromising position they were in. At Blake's encouragement he took some deep breaths.
Deciding to see if it would be possible to help push them back up from underneath Blake decided to inspect below the sink. Meanwhile, Charlie continued to try and relax, allowing his back to rest against the wall. From underneath the sink, Blake gulped in panic when he realised his buddy's junk was in fact tangled in the garbage disposal drain. Unaware of the danger, Charlie continued to let his back sink into the wall behind him, his right shoulder suddenly feeling some discomfort as it glided over what felt like a little switch.
Blake started to yell out "Hey bro, just be careful not to switch the..."
WHZZZZZZZZZZ
Charlie's big, beautiful balls suddenly exploded in a gory mix that seeped out of a broken hole in the crappy apartment's garbage disposal drain, plastering Blake's face in the shredded remains of his bro's manhood.
Charlie let out a deafening roar of anguish as he felt his most prized possessions ripped from his body, a loud *pop* sound echoing as his ass was finally freed from the sink.
From above Blake heard Charlie sobbing to himself "NOOOOO..... MY BALLS!!!!" as they both began to pass out, one from shock and the other from excruciating agony.

Charlie right before the accident while recovering from Blake's on-point hit

 Photo from Nads Destroyed

Fan Sequel: Bull Cock on the Subway 2

The following story is a fan-made sequel to "Bull Cock on the Subway" from Jayse's Brutal Ball Busting Stories (you can read it here: http://jayseballbustingstories.blogspot.com/2019/10/bull-cock-on-subway-jayse-version.html) itself a reworking of an original story by another author. I found the story so hot, and some of the comments in the thread for future development such a turn on that I just had to write something more from it. Consider this a kind of fanfic, in no way is it endorsed by the author of part 1 nor should it be considered an official sequel, just an idea as to where the story could go next.

Warning: this story contains permanent damage
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It had been six weeks since I got played by a young punk on the subway. My cock and balls were finally healed and back in working order after being brutally bashed up by bollards from the outside of a moving train. Life was slowly coming back to normal, but I couldn’t shake a feeling deep inside of me; an angry, burning need for revenge on that little scumbag. I’d tried my hardest to spot him again, and a couple of times on the ride home I swore I’d seen him snaking his way through subway cars. I was unsure the first time, but the second time the occasional glimpse of another well built hunk like me biting his lip or seemingly becoming out of breath as a shaggy haired younger guy was pressed up beside him assured me that it was in fact my little punk, trying his game on some other unsuspecting victim. He was clearly still at it, looking for his next big target; I just needed to figure out how to attract his attention so I could get close enough to him. Despite 4 or 5 suspected sightings in the past two weeks, I never seemed to be able to get the boy to come my way. Maybe he never picked the same target twice? I needed something to get him to come over to me, some bait.

One night at the gym, the perfect idea came to me. My gym bro Max was nearly as well built as me, 6’2” of ex-college football fortified muscle, rippling abs, sculpted pecs and thick, bulging biceps. Max worked at the offices across the street from me and we lived not too far apart so we’d regularly hit the gym together after work. Don’t get me wrong, Max was a nice guy if you could stand his relative air headedness, what he’d been gifted with in natural sporting talent and good looks he hadn’t been so gifted with in the head. The 28 year old stud maintained at best, probably a junior-high level of intelligence, it was a constant wonder to me that he’d be able to hold down a job in the city. Of course, none of that had mattered to the meathead as he’d been able to ride through college on a full scholarship. As the all-star of his football team, he’d been the king of the social jungle and could easily have any babe he wanted, this had left him a little too-cocky and a little too-arrogant at times. He always went on about how he could beat any guy at anything (casually ignoring that he’d never made it pro), you could bench 400? Well guess what he was gonna bench 500 next time you saw him. You hooked up with a hot chick last night? Well he was gonna hook up with 3 tonight. That kind of immature high school locker room crap really got on my nerves. Nothing was worse than when he started talking about his precious dick though, he was very proud of his 13 inch member and his impressive set of accompanying low hangers and would regularly centre the conversation around them. He’d been such a jerk after my incident on the subway, always banging on about how his dick was indestructible and how nothing like that could ever happen to him. Yep, I’d found my perfect bait; hot enough, dumb enough and just begging to be brought down a notch.

“Yeah man, then I came over her tits while her best friend sucked my balls” he boasted as he peeled off his sweaty workout tank as we entered the locker room.

“Sounds like you had a hot night last night, any plans tonight?”
“Might hit up a bar or two and see what I can find”, he gave me a wink and he grabbed his towel and began making his way to the shower.

I began to think to myself about the punk and how much I needed this plan to work. Realising that the stakes were high I decided to make sure my piece of bait would be as irresistible as possible to the little bastard. Looking around and seeing no one else in the locker room I grabbed both Max’s sweaty tank top and his post-gym Tshirt and tossed them in the bin. When Max returned, slipping on fresh boxers and his pair of short black athletic shorts he seemed puzzled looking around his gym bag for his missing shirts.

“Hey bro, you seen my tank or my shirt?”

“Nah bro”

“Bro, that’s so weird…” he trailed off as if in deep contemplation “guess I’m riding back shirtless” he laughed sliding his gym bag over his shoulder and putting his baseball cap on backwards.

“Guess you are bro” I smiled back.

We made our way to the busy subway station, Max getting a not unreasonable amount of attention from some desirable young women in his barely clothed state, his tanned skin shining in the lights of the platform as the last remnants of sweat and shower water clung to the crevices in his tight muscles. As our train pulled in, we were all forced to shuffle in to one car as the adjoining car was being ruled by a small group of delinquents and their unruly dog, viciously barking at anyone who dared try and enter. Max and I ended up shuffled right to the back of the car, my back to the wall and standing next to me, Max was pressed up to the sliding doors that separated our carriage from the near-empty but dangerous car next door.

After some brief chat (mostly revolving around Max’s dick), we both ended up in silence fiddling with our phones. The train pulled in and out of station after station and yet there was no sign of the punk. Our journey was over halfway over and I was beginning to lose all hope of seeing him when we pulled into our next stop, then suddenly as luck would have it the sexy little fucker hopped on from the doors closest to us. He was on the phone and turned to face me as soon as he boarded, eyes lighting up he followed his cock like an arrow to where we were standing. The scruffy haired blond was dressed almost identically to how he had been six weeks earlier; a loose tank top adorned his upper body, tight jeans and worn sneakers accompanied on the lower half. The punk licked his lips as he came closer, and I panicked as I saw him eyeing up the bulge in between my legs. Fuck, maybe I’d miscalculated this whole thing. I nervously attempted to shift my body to the side so he wouldn’t be able to reach me if that was his plan, but I was already too tightly boxed into the corner. He finally made it to where I was standing as the train began to pull out the station, at the last second he shot me a devilish wink and turned around, standing in front of Max.

I watched out the corner of my eye as the punk’s forearm grazed the thinly protected bulge in Max’s shorts. I smiled wickedly, knowing my plan was working. Max had been so engrossed in playing some dumb fantasy football game on his phone that he hadn’t even noticed the smaller guy standing in front of him.
“Oops. Sorry mister” teased the punk

“No worries little bro” responded Max

No sooner had the words left Max’s mouth than the punk had grazed his crotch a second time, I could see Max ignoring it as if it were an accident just as I had so foolishly done six weeks earlier. Two or three bumps later, I notice Max’s face getting redder as the bulge in his shorts began to show some signs of growth; I should note here that I was the only person with this view, to everyone else on the train almost all of Max’s body was obscured by the little guy in front of him. Max tried to distract himself by burying himself into the football game happening on his screen, but the punk began to roll the back of his knuckles over the head of Max’s hardening dick much to the hunky beefcake’s dread. Taking a deep breath, Max slid his phone into his back pocket and with a trembling hand reached up to hold onto railing. He looked as if he was about to say something when the train pulled into its next stop, a jostling of passengers giving the punk the excuse to back right up into Max and force him flat against the door. Max’s dick quickly sprung up to its full, mighty 13 inches as the sexy tease of a smaller man rammed his bubble butt into Max’s crotch, his hard dick just millimetres of fabric away from the punk’s tight hole. I let out a snicker at the look of sheer horror that washed over Max’s face as the alpha stud processed that he was being successfully played by a cute little guy barely half his size.

As the train began to move, the punk returned one of his hands to working on the pulsing schlong that now pointed skywards inside Max’s boxers and used his free hand to explore the naked torso of the hunky bull. Beads of sweat began to drip from Max’s handsome forehead onto his quivering pecs as he looked at me in desperation, I pulled out my phone and pretended not to notice what was happening to my buddy as he had his body worked over by the little twink. The smaller guy was alternately from tweaking Max’s exposed nipples, caressing his bare pecs and tantalisingly stroking his rock hard abdomen. The stud’s breathing slowed and he swallowed with a loud gulp as his dick began to bounce inside shorts ready to shoot its load, then at the last second the punk pulled his hands back from Max’s body as the stronger man let out a frustrated groan at his aborted orgasm.

Two, three, four more times this process repeated itself, Max becoming seemingly more desperate with every occurrence. By the fourth time, he was absolutely drenched in sweat, every muscle in his gym-fortified body trembling as he silently begged for release. It was then that the punk pulled Max in presumably for “the talk” I’d experienced myself, I couldn’t quite make out the words the punk was whispering into Max’s ear apart from the occasional “suck you dry”, “bull cock” etc as he no doubt told Max what a hot guy he was and how he was going to blow his mind. The punk pulled down the waistband of Max’s gym shorts and carefully unbuttoned the fly of his heavily tented boxer shorts, he retrieved Max’s most prized possessions and held them in the palm of his hand. The punk returned to whispering in Max’s ear as he fondled his giant balls and let his other hand run over his sweaty chest and six pack abs, using just the edge of his fingertips to do so giving Max noticeable goosebumps.

The punk grabbed hold of the base of Max’s pulsing cock

“You ready big boy?”
“Fuck yeah” whispered back Max, breathlessly

The punk smiled and pulled Max in as if for a deep kiss, but instead brought his knee up smashing into the taller man’s dangling nut sack. Max's eyes bulged and he let out a fit of coughs as his knees buckled under the pain.

The punk moved so fast it was over in the blink of an eye, he slammed the button that opened the sliding door to the next car and hopped through. With a firm hand still around the root of Max’s cock, he spun the muscle stud around with perfect timing as the door closed around his nuggets and rock hard dick.

Max’s entire heavy frame was pressed firmly against the door, his muscles heaving as he struggled to free his package to no avail. He reached to his side trying desperately to hit the open door button, but cruelly his fingers were just less than an inch away from being able to reach the glowing green light. He desperately tried to get my attention, even so much as trying to say my name through the coughing fit he was having from having just been kneed in the sack; but I stayed firmly focused on my phone screen pretending not to see a thing. On the other side of the glass, the punk laughed with and high fived the other youths, who appeared to be his friends, perhaps they were scouts? It was hard to tell.

“Look boy, we brought you a juicy bone” the punk joked to the ravenous dog still roaming the carriage.

The dog's ears perked up, looking in Max's direction. Licking its lips, the unconstrained canine began sauntering its way over to Max’s meat as the captive hunk began frantically tapping on the glass, sweat now pouring off his body as he trembled in terror. The punk looked Max dead in the eyes barely able to contain his glee. He blew Max a sarcastic kiss before turning his attention to the trapped bull cock and bright red ballsack that was wedged by the door, the punk mockingly waved "bye-bye" to the monster meat before snapping a pic of Max's hilarious predicament. 

“Fuck this” Max muttered to himself “I didn’t spend 15 years building every muscle in this body into perfection just for some dog to come and eat my dick”

With that he heaved with all of his might to pull his package back through the door, but only succeeded in hurting his cock and balls more as the skin received a rubber burn from the edge of the doors. "Fuck!" he moaned in pain as the stinging sensation burned off a couple of his thick pubes. 

I had to say though, from out the corner of my eye the look on his face at that moment was priceless. The moment he realised that being a college football star didn’t make him invincible, that it didn’t matter how many hours he’d put into bench pressing at the gym or how many games he’d trained for or how many girls he’d fucked with his 13 inch tool, because despite all of that he was powerless to help himself now when his very manhood depended on it. He flexed his powerful biceps with all his might, a flex so powerful that it would have ripped the fabric of a t-shirt if he was wearing one, as he tried desperately to create a parting that would let his dick slide through the gap, but it was no use.

Suddenly, Max froze as he felt the dog below him sniff his trapped balls on the other side of the door. The punk and his friends burst out laughing as they started filming what was happening in front of them. Max gritted his teeth as felt his sack getting wet, a solitary bead of sweat running down the side of his forehead.

Seconds later, the stud let out a low grunt and a series of low pitiful groans as the dog started munching down on his boys. His pecs trembled once again, this time in fear as they vibrated against the glass, his nuts crying out in pain. The dog was really starting to go to town on his junk as he let out a silent wail of agony, once again desperately trying to get my attention but I had popped some headphones on so I could keep feigning ignorance while enjoying watching this cocky prick get taken down a peg. Max probably hadn't felt this much pain since being struck by an errant baseball in high school, he hadn't been able to fuck for weeks after that. I could see the gears in his mind starting to race as he panicked about how much damage was going to be done to his favourite body parts, he couldn't go weeks without sex; I mean he was Max! He was the office heartthrob that everyone wanted to get with, fuck what would his bros at the gym think when they saw his battered nuts? Shit, were those fuckers filming this?? Max's entire body shook in anger as he noticed all the phones pointed at him, he looked as if he was about to let out a "FUCK YOU" when suddenly....

ARGHHHHHHHH

Max, let out a loud high-pitched scream and bucked his hips wildly against the doors. I finally couldn’t ignore him any longer and turned around to see his right nut severing from his body, firmly being held in place by razor sharp teeth. The dog pulled his head back and with a sickening squelch, his babymaker separated from his crotch and disappeared from view as the mutt clamped its jaws shut. 

Most of the other passengers in our car, while alarmed quickly started ignoring Max. From their perspective, they saw a muscly dudebro in gym shorts and a baseball cap making a nuisance while performing what looked like a crude sex act on the door, which they likely assumed to be a frat thing or some stag night antics. While a couple of commuters let out a snicker, others carried on with their commute a couple even calling on Max to quieten down. I couldn't help but quietly join the snickering as Max's manhood was slowly destroyed in public and no-one even knew what was happening, leaving the handsome quarterback even more helpless than ever. 

No amount of commuters telling him to shut up was going to stop Max screaming now though as the dog seemed poise to strike his similarly endowed left nut, he turned to me frantically pointing at the release button “bro, you gotta help me!”, but I just stood there seemingly paralysed in shock at what was happening to my buddy’s junk.

The punks on the other side of the door were screaming in laughter as their dog chomped down on Max’s last remaining nut. He let out an even higher pitched squeal as teeth sank deeply into his ball, moments later the mighty orb shattered in his sack into a million pieces, effectively castrating the hunky bull of a man. Max’s screams reached a crescendo as tears began streaming down his handsome face.

“My balls… my beautiful balls” he let out between sobs. Max's sobbing intensified as his mind slowly began to process that he'd never have sex again. I bet he was thinking back to all of his favourite sexual encounters, from his first time in high school where he’d ploughed through five cheerleaders at a party, to that time he'd tag teamed some hot Swedish exchange students with a couple of his football bros, all the way through to the two sexy bimbos from last night that he couldn't shut up about, he stared back longingly at his still pulsing boner on the other side of the glass. Max was lost in a world of self pity when the dog returned. 

Satisfied with the starter, the vicious mutt jumped up onto the door and prepared for his main course. I covered my mouth in horror as he made quick work of Max’s most precious muscle, digging into his 13 inch pole. Max's eyes widened in shock and his mouth formed a perfect 'o' as he felt the dog's teeth sink into his glans. 

Chunk after chunk began disappearing from his body causing the muscleman to bellow in agony. With every bite, he let out a shrill scream as he watched in terror at his huge cock becoming smaller, and smaller. 

“Nooooo, nooooo” Max sobbed between screams of pain, still bucking his hips wildly desperately trying to free the 8 or so inches that were left of his proud member. Beads of sweat dropped down the ex-stud’s back, his powerful arms and torso flexed against the glass as his massive tool was turned into dogchow right in front of his eyes with nothing he could do to stop it.

With just 5 inches remaining, Max began desperately prying at the heavy doors but even his powerful arms were no match for the mechanics of the steel doorway which didn’t budge so much as a quarter inch. Max looked down frantically, now seeing only a stump left where just moments earlier his manhood had stood boldly pointing back at him ready to shoot a mammoth load from his mighty bull nuts that were no longer there. As the dog was poised to bite the last chunk out of his once prized dick, Max pleaded silently with the smaller creature that he had scoffed at just minutes earlier "please, please leave the rest of my dick alone, please" he prayed, staring deeply into the creatures eyes. But it was no use, the dog licked its lips and dug in to finish the main course, leaving Max with nothing right down to the root. Max let out one last yell as what was left of his cock severed from his crotch, with nothing left holding him in the door he finally fell backwards. The elastic waistband of his gym shorts snapping back over his crotch covering up the empty hole in the fly of his now baggy boxers. I caught the meathead before he toppled over, and gently helped him rest back against the door. We had just pulled into a station as the punk, his friends and their dog left the carriage behind us. The big dude seemed so shocked that no-one was reacting to what had just happened to him.

“B..bro why didn’t they help?
“Oh, I don’t think they realised man”

You could see from his face that he had been hit with a double whammy, for all the effort he put into talking up his dick, not only had he lost it but no-one had even noticed that it was happening. Nothing could stop this muscular piece of prime meat from losing his prime meat, not his super strength, not his dashing good looks and not a subway car full of people. His eyes began to well up again.

“Hey look bro, I’m sorry you lost your junk but at least we can get revenge” I smiled flashing him a wallet.

“w..what?” stuttered Max, too dumb to work out what had happened. Unbeknownst to him, I’d swiped the punk’s wallet from his back pocket back when he had been teasing Max’s cock earlier, and it had an ID with an address.

“Never mind buddy, let’s get you to a hospital, maybe they can help you get a new dick?”
“You… you really think so?” beamed Max, optimistically.

I condescendingly patted his head like a confused puppy, “we’ll see Max, we’ll see”
I helped the useless eunuch off of the subway as we reached our stop and walked him to the hospital.

Bully's Balls Broken

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*pop*

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

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

*Pop*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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