Sausage Fest

 

Just a fun little slapstick story...

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Tom awoke with a throbbing headache, light was filtering through the shuttered blinds as the birds chirped loudly outside. The 19 year old groaned as the memories of last night came flooding back to him. He remembered starting the night out at a few bars with his mates before hitting up a nightclub and getting totally wasted on cheap beer and whisky. The lads had been having a great night, and were each set to score with some hot chicks... that's until Tom ruined it all by throwing up in front of a bouncer. Things were a bit hazy from there, but Tom remembered being thrown out, and how his buddy Cody had picked an argument with the bouncer and in turn gotten the rest of the lads thrown out. He vaguely recalled the Uber ride home with his three severely pissed off bros, and that was really the last thing he could remember.

It was 10 a.m. and Tom could slowly hear the rest of the house coming to life around him. The guys were staying at Ryan's parents' holiday home near the beach while they were away on a trip to Europe. Ryan had been hoping to have a lads' week at the villa ever since the four became dorm buddies in freshman year; and after over a year of pressure his parents finally let him have it so long as the boys looked after the family dog Wilson while they were there.

Just as Tom began to smell the faint scent of breakfast cooking from downstairs, his bedroom door swung open and his buddy Ryan marched in dramatically opening the blinds allowing light to flood the room. 

"Rise and shine man!" he proclaimed, as Tom groggily blinked at the sudden brightness. 

"5 more minutes dude..." Tom replied wearily.

"Nah, come on bro, it's the last day! And breakfast is nearly ready." 

"Alright, alright; I'll be down in a sec" 

Ryan just stood there waiting like an impatient mother, steadily tapping his foot as Tom slowly pulled back the sheets and climbed out of bed.

Tom stood up straight and began to let out a massive yawn, his arms outstretched behind his head, when suddenly *THWAP*

Ryan's fist struck out like a cobra smacking him in his ample bulge that was covered only by the thin cotton fabric of his blue and pink flamingo boxers. 

"Dude.... my nuts..." Tom groaned, doubling over as Ryan gave him a hearty pat on the back

"That's for last night bro" he laughed "come on, you can't expect to cockblock literally the whole crew and not expect a nut tap the next day"

"Yep... fair's fair" croaked Tom, eyeing the bulge concealed in Ryan's plain white boxers mischievously. Catching the glint in his doubled-over friend's eyes, Ryan expertly clutched his nads protectively "nice try man, but you're not catching me off guard today" he grinned. "Come on, let's get downstairs, breakfast must be about ready"

With a helping hand from Ryan, Tom limped down the stairs to the open living and kitchen part of the house. 

Like he and Ryan, Tom's other two dorm bros were also still in their boxers; something the guys had grown accustomed to over the past year of dorm-sharing. Cody lounged on the sofa in his plaid pair, absentmindedly patting Wilson; while Dwayne was wearing a grey set in the kitchen as he pan fried the guys' last remaining food - four sausages he'd found in the fridge. 

"Ayy.. the cockblock is up" said Cody sarcastically. 

"Don't worry man, Ryan already tapped me in the sack" responded Tom gingerly, still rubbing his balls.

"Good! I swear I got blue balls cause of you man..." Cody replied, clearly still annoyed by the events of the previous night.

"Well then, maybe it's about time you learned to jerk off" joked Dwayne

"Sorry, some of us prefer pussy to our right hand" shot back Cody

"Well you should try your left one then" Dwayne replied wittily, making Ryan and Tom grin.

"Say... I was pretty drunk last night" said Ryan, flopping down on the couch next to Cody "but I swear Tom actually only got himself chucked out" 

"Yeah... I seem to recall that too" said Dwayne, looking at Cody

"Hmm.. I think that's right, didn't someone start a fight with the bouncer. You wouldn't remember who that was Cody, would you?" asked Tom 

Suddenly the three guys were all staring pretty intently at the still clearly hungover Cody

"Yeah... well... like... yeah, I spoke to him, but like... that was only because he was throwing Tom out and... and I..." Cody suddenly started rambling defensively

"and you decided to escalate that into a full on argument and got us all kicked out" Ryan jumped in, finishing his sentence for him

"No... it wasn't.. I was just sticking up for...."

Ryan suddenly raised his fist high in the air and sent it flying down in between his friend's parted legs.

"OOOOOFTT... FUCK!!" Cody cried reeling from the sudden assault on his gonads

"Sorry man, if Tom deserved a tap so did you" Ryan chuckled, giving Cody a friendly pat on the back much as he'd given Tom. 

Ryan was clearly a bit hungover too, as was evident from his wearing of heart-eye novelty sunglasses from the night before, but his aim was as accurate as ever; Cody spent the better part of the next five minutes crouched over in the foetal position before starting to properly recover.

"Alright ladies" shouted Dwayne from the kitchen, "breakfast's ready"

"There's only one clean plate left" he said, gesturing at the massive pile of dishes by the sink the guys had been building up since the day they arrived "so we're gonna have to share"

Dwayne brought the plate of sausages into the living room, one for each of the guys; nothing substantial but enough to make do until they stopped at some fast food place on the drive home this afternoon. 

Tom made his way over to the couch, gesturing for Ryan to move over so he could sit down, Dwayne meanwhile clambered onto the sofa's backrest and began flicking through the channels on the old TV.

With no clean cutlery, the lads had to simply pass the plate around taking turns snatching their piece of meat and quickly gobbling it up. The lads were all huddled quite closely together, ignoring the stale smell of sweat and alcohol that had filled the air as they talked and joked.

By the time the plate made its way to Tom, the rest of the guys had already eaten, and Ryan's dog had noticed the smell of tasty food emanating from their direction. 

The dog leapt up onto Cody, sniffing at the plate Tom was holding. 

"Damn, sorry boy, I gotta eat" said Tom, holding the plate a little higher to put the treat carefully out of the dog's reach. 

Wilson shuffled closer again, hopping his front legs over Cody, prompting Cody to try and hold him in place, but it was no use.

When Tom tried to hold the plate up higher than the dog could reach things suddenly went pear-shaped.

Wilson leapt up onto the couch, his hind legs landing right onto Cody's crotch.

"OOWWWWwww"" squeaked Cody, as the canine's left leg dug into his right nut, and his right leg dug into his left nut. 

The dog's front legs were up in the air, clinging to Tom's arm as he held the plate aloft, but Tom wasn't paying much attention to Wilson. Like Ryan and Dwayne, he was pissing himself laughing at the sounds coming from Cody as his face scrunched up and his abs tensed.

A low, guttural series of "oohs" and "aahs" made it clear the dog was applying all its weight directly onto Cody's crown jewels.

Lost in laughter, Tom didn't notice that his arm was being dragged down by the dog's heavy front legs, nor did he notice that the plate was shaking in his grip.

Suddenly, the sausage went tumbling and rolled off the plate comically smacking Ryan right in the face.

Tom and Dwayne smirked as the sausage tumbled down Ryan's torso and landed right on his crotch. Watching the meat closely, Wilson let go of Tom's arm and lunged forward to snatch the treat resting on top of Ryan's ample bulge.

Without stepping his hind legs off of Cody's nuts, the dog's front legs had managed to land squarely onto Tom's balls causing him to drop the empty plate and let out a surprised yelp. A fraction of a second later, Ryan's sunglass covered eyes widened in shock and his cocky smile faded as his dog's jaws locked not only on the meat sausage that had landed on his boxers, but also on his precious cock and balls that lied beneath.

Dwayne laughed hysterically as Tom and Ryan's mouths simultaneously formed perfect 'o' shapes as the two boys lurched over burying their hands into their crotches. 

"MY BALLLSSSS...." they groaned in unison. 

Ryan started sweating profusely, his face turning beet red as Wilson munched inadvertently on both his fuckstick and his nards. "FUCK!!" he yelled as he tried desperately to free himself from this ridiculous situation.

Though not in quite as much immediate life-altering danger as their buddy, Tom and Cody weren't faring much better, both panting and wincing letting out a series of "oooh"s and "ahhh"s as their beloved nuts were crushed under the weight of the dog's legs.

A particularly frantic Tom shrieked when one of Wilson's paws slipped temporarily doubling the pressure on his trapped left nut, flattening it to within millimeters of breaking point. He sat bolt upright, throwing his head back as he let out a bloodcurdling squeal of agony inadvertently sending the back of his head flying straight into Dwayne's unguarded groin.

Dwayne was unprepared for the blow, and toppled off the back of the couch as his nuts were knocked upwards into his pelvis. The lanky teen let out a howl as he landed stomach-side down on the floor, his cock and balls crushed between the hard floor and his pelvis. 

The room filled with the various moans and groans of all four guys as their nuts were squished, stomped and chewed, and the brutal assault continued for several more minutes though for Ryan, Tom, and Cody it felt like hours.

Every muscle in Ryan's body was tensing as wave after wave of pain coursed through his body, the sausage was long gong but the ravenous dog was clearly still enjoying the taste left on his boxers by the meat juices. Suddenly Ryan's body froze as a sickening tearing sound echoed around the room.

He looked down at his junk fearing the worst, but was almost relieved to see that Wilson had in fact torn a massive chunk of his boxer shorts loose, nearly ripping the front off them. Wilson yanked again at the fabric of Ryan's underwear, the force pulling him off of the couch before his boxers were ripped clean off and Wilson ran away with his prize, presumably to tear it to shreds in the backyard.

Tom and Cody suddenly collapsed onto the floor clutching their battered manhoods as the pressure of the dog's legs finally lifted; the four guys let out a final, defeated groan as they soothed their sacks. 

***

Half an hour later and Dwayne, Tom, and Cody had recovered sufficiently to drag the naked, nearly senseless Ryan off to one of the rooms upstairs to recuperate from the particularly extreme assault to his gonads.

The three were standing in the kitchen still in their boxers, absentmindedly cupping their balls as they tried to mentally process the cartoonish sequence of events that had just unfolded.

"Dude, how are even gonna explain this?" asked Cody as he opened the fridge searching for a soda

"We're not" replied Tom, "there's no way I'm letting a rumour spread around campus that my balls got pwned by Ryan's fucking dog man - my reputation couldn't survive it!"

"Hey Dwayne, want a Sprite?" Cody asked returning from the fridge.

"Sure" Dwayne said as Cody chucked him an unopened can.

Cody winked at Tom as the pair watched Dwayne open his soda.

Suddenly, the drink exploded everywhere spraying the guys and the surrounding kitchen with fizzed-up Sprite and Cody howled with laughter at his successful prank.

"Very funny..." mused Dwayne as he stared down at his soaked underwear, "but I guess you weren't expecting it to be that strong" he noted gesturing at the massive spray patterns that had soaked through the front of Cody and Tom's boxers too.

"Yeah... hahaha" Cody replied "guess I shook that thing one too many times"

The lads laughed as they horsed around and started to mop up the kitchen when they heard the flap of Wilson's doggy door from behind them. The guys looked at each other nervously, and turned around to see the dog looking straight at them, his nose sniffing the air.

Dwayne gulped, and looked at Cody's sugar and corn syrup covered crotch. 

Cody gulped, and looked at Tom's sugar and corn syrup covered crotch. 

Tom gulped, and looked at Dwayne's sugar and corn syrup covered crotch.

The guys looked at the dog.

The dog looked at them, and then leapt in their direction.

"Ah shit" someone mumbled....

From upstairs a groggy Ryan heard a series of screams, wails, and crashing sounds from elsewhere in the house and even though he was still in extraordinary pain himself he couldn't help but grin as he heard the familiar sound of his mate's cocks and balls being mangled, twisted and chewed before one after the other there was a quick but loud ripping and tearing sound heard. 

"Damn, I sure hope that was just their boxers" Ryan mumbled before he fell back asleep.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok deal!". 

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

"Bro!"
"Bro!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W...what?" stammered Mike

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brad frowned as he pulled at his balls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that stuff?"

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

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

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

Brad and Mike simultaneously dropped their jaws in shock. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aaron gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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