Meeting with the enemy

 

Featured in this story: Chad (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Crisis
Business

“This is it”, I said, looking at the address I had written down on a piece of paper.

My cameraman Chad and I were standing in front of a large warehouse building.

A couple of days ago, we had found the reason of our declining subscription numbers. Another website, ballbustboys.com had started producing videos that seemed to lure our members away from us. Their production values seemed to be as good as ours, if not better, judging from the clips on their site. And on top of that, they were stealing our ideas. We had contacted Warren, the owner of ballbustboys.com, and he hadn’t been very cooperative. Today, we were going to meet him.

I looked at the building. “What a shabby place”, I mumbled.

Chad grinned.

“What?” I snapped.

“It looks just like our place”, Chad said.

I raised my eyebrows and pointed at the first floor of the building. Some windows were shattered. “The first floor is abandoned”, I said.

Chad chuckled. “As I said, just like our place.”

I shook my head. “The canning factory---“

“Moved out”, Chad interrupted me, smiling. “Three weeks ago. You haven’t noticed, have you?”

I thought for a moment. Then I shrugged. “It’s a shabby place, anyway.”

Chad sighed.

Ballbustboys.com was located on the second floor. We walked up the stairs and knocked on the door labelled “BBB.COM STUDIO”.

“Come in”, a male voice barked.

I inhaled deeply and opened the door.

“Wow”, Chad grinned, walking into the room.

There were three big areas. On the left side, there was what looked like a movie set, complete with wall papers and furniture, designed as a bedroom. On the right side, there was another set, looking like a dungeon, with wooden banches, paddles, chains and so on.

In the middle, behind a couple of brand new cameras, was the control center. Two computers with four large screens, an editing station and everything a professional filmmaker could wish for.

“Wow”, Chad repeated, looking at one of the cameras.

“Chad!” I hissed.

Chad turned around and grinned. “I think I’ll quit and work here.”

I stared at him.

“Sorry”, a man said walking across the room towards us. He was in his early thirties, a tall, muscular guy with black hair and dark eyes. He was wearing jeans and a tight, black t-shirt. His biceps were very impressive, as was the conspicuous bulge in his crotch. He was smiling, but it wasn’t a gentle smile. It was more of a sneer. He put his hands behind his back and chuckled. “We already have a cameraman.”

Chad shrugged. “Just joking.”

“I’m Warren”, the black haired guy said and looked at Chad. “Are you Alex?”

“I’m Alex”, I said quickly.

“Oh”, Warren grinned, eyeing me. “How old are you? Twenty?”

I inhaled deeply. “I’m--- That’s none of your business.”

Warren looked amused. “Okay, boy.”

“The reason why we are here”, I started.

“You want to tell me you are going offline, right?” Warren said.

I stared at him. “No, that’s not---”

“Listen, boy”, Warren interrupted me. “Why don’t we go downstairs. I’m gonna show you something.”

He turned around and left.

Chad and I followed him.

“What is he up to?” Chad whispered.

I shrugged.

“I don’t like this…”

“You don’t?” I snapped. “Well, I’m having the time of my---“

“Here we are”, Warren said, opening the door to the abandoned first floor of the building.

We walked in.

The ceilings were high, the walls were grey, it looked bleak. The floor was empty, except for a couple of boxes that were standing around and a guy who was sitting on one of them. In the back was another door.

I looked at Warren.

He closed the door behind us, locking us in. Then he turned around and grinned. “Meet my cameraman. My cousin Rex.”

Rex walked towards us. He was a bit younger than Warren, tall, but not as tall as his cousin, with a lean, hairless, wiry body. He was shirtless, wearing worn out jeans. His head was shaven and there were a couple of tattoos on his shoulders.

“Rex, meet out guests”, Warren said.

Rex looked at us and grunted something that didn’t sound very friendly.

I cleared my throat. “Hi”, I said hoarsely.

Rex cracked his knuckles.

I smiled nervously. “Warren, maybe we could---“

“Listen, boy”, Warren said. “Here’s the deal: You close down the website.”

I waited.

Warren looked at me.

“And?” I said slowly.

“Nothing”, Warren said. “You close down the website.”

“That’s not a deal”, I said, trying to calculate our chances of making it to the door without getting caught by Warren and his cousin from hell. They weren’t exactly promising. I looked at Chad, who seemed to be as intimidated as I was.

I thought about our models, the time and money I had invested into our website. “No”, I said firmly. “No way. That’s not an option.”

Warren raised his eyebrows.

I looked at Chad.

Warren exchanged glances with Rex.

Suddenly, Rex let out a shrill two-finger whistle.

I stared at him.

The back door opened and a couple of guys came running in. I couldn't see their faces, but they didn't look very affable...

“Meet my models”, Warren grinned. “I think they’ll be able to persuade you…”

“Fuck”, Chad mumbled.

I looked around frantically, trying to find a way out.

The guys came running towards us.

Chad started running.

I did, too.

We ran in opposite directions. Chad tried to open the front door, I tried to make it to the back door.

Warren laughed.

Three or four guys were following me.

I heard Chad scream.

They had gotten him.

Suddenly, I felt a kick at the hollow of my right knee.

I stumbled and fell to the ground, a heavy body landing on top of me.

“Fuck you!” I screamed.

I was dragged across the room by three guys.

I saw Chad. There was some blood at his eyebrow. He groaned in pain.

“Fuck you!” I spat at Warren.

“Rex”, Warren said casually.

Rex sneered at me and cracked his knuckles.

My three captors where holding me. There was no escape.

Rex balled his fist and sent a hard, vicious uppercut into my nuts.

His bare knuckles connected with my jeans-clad crotch, driving my precious testicles into my pelvic bone and knocking the wind out of me.

I coughed.

The pain started swelling in my nuts, radiation through my abdomen and my guts, making my head spin.

Rex followed up with another uppercut, catching both of my balls again, flattening them, and making me shriek in pain.

I closed my eyes and whimpered in pain.

I heard Rex walk over to Chad.

“No”, Chad groaned.

A dull thud echoed through the room, followed by a high-pitched scream.

“Look at me, boy!” Warren said sharply.

I opened my eyes.

Warren looked at me expectantly.

“No”, I whimpered.

Warren turned to Rex and nodded in my direction.

Rex grinned. He stood in front of me and looked down at his feet.

I followed his gaze.

He was wearing black boots, that looked heavy and dirty.

I struggled against the two guys that were holding me.

Rex brought his leg back and sent his foot flying into my crotch.

The tip of his boot crunched my nuts into my body.

“Steel caps”, Warren commented, grinning, as I gagged and retched, whimpering in pain.

Three more kicks found their way into my groin, cracking my nuts and making my vision blur.

On the third kick, I was close to passing out.

“Rex!” Warren said sharply. “Stop.”

Rex grunted. I guess he would have loved to go on with this.

I looked at Warren through a veil of tears.

Warren made a quick gesture, causing my captors to let me fall to the floor.

I hit the ground and curled up in a ball, my hands clutching my crotch.

Warren knelt down next to me. He grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes.

“This is how we’re gonna do it”, he said calmly. “I’m gonna be fair. We’re gonna have a competition.”

I whimpered.

Warren squeezed my cheeks so I was unable to talk. He continued, “I know someone who is gonna set up some tasks. He is quite handy with props and things like that. My team against your team. Simple as that. Think of it as a game, if you like. The winner stays online. The loser wraps up.” Warren let go of my chin. He slapped my cheek and laughed. “I’ll send you an email.” He stood and looked down at me.

Laughing, he walked out the room.

His henchmen followed him.

Rex was the last guy in the room. He grabbed my ear and pulled me up.

I groaned.

He stood so close to me, I could smell his breath.

Rex looked me in the eye and grinned. With a quick, hard motion, he jerked up his knee, driving his bony knee-cap into my aching nuts, smashing them into my body.

I whimpered miserably.

Rex let go of my ear and I collapsed on the ground, curling up in a ball.

The he left, leaving both Chad and me lying on the floor.

It took an eternity for me to be able to walk.

Chad was grimacing in pain as we limped across the street, heading for the car.

I had taken the brunt of Rex’s attacks, but Chad was in pain, too.

We didn’t talk until we were sitting in the car.

Finally, Chad spoke. “What did he mean by ‘tasks’?”

“I have no idea”, I whispered, massaging my throbbing nuts.

Chad looked at me. “We’re fucked.”