New job - new challenges

Featured in this story: Erik (click for pictures)

I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. Studio 3. I looked around and saw the building that sported a huge advertisement touting the title of a brand new show: The visual design was a bit abstract: two white hen’s eggs sitting on a grey surface, with a big, red hammer hanging menacingly over them. The show’s title “Bashing Balls” was designed to look like it had been written with red lipstick, and I was pretty sure whose handwriting it was…

A few weeks ago, I had met Katya. She was a very attractive woman, the sister of my own boss Nikolai, with an undeniable ability to make people do what she wanted. Her mother was a super-rich oil magnate who had bought a TV station for Nikolai to play with. And somehow, Katya (a nickname for Katerina) had convinced her mother that it was a good idea for her to get her own TV station, enhancing the rivalry between the two siblings, and causing quite a lot of anger on Nikolai’s part, and delight on Katya’s.

Since the day she told him about it, conversation with Nikolai had become extremely difficult. He was moody and angry, and I did my best to avoid him. I sure hoped that nobody saw me entering Katya’s territory, because I knew that I’d be in a lot of trouble if Nikolai got wind of that…

Erik had invited me here. He was a young guy, around twenty years old, and he had been one of the stagehands in my TV show. He had been alright on that job, looking handsome when crunching our contestants’ testicles, and even managing to coax a load or two out of them if necessary. But he was an ambitious guy, always reaching for the stars. On two occasions, I had witnessed him putting his balls on the line to enhance his career – even though I guess he hadn’t known what was in store for him on both occasions…



But, I had to admit, it had worked. The last meeting (where he had tried to replace my show but failed miserably) had opened another door for him when Katya stepped into the picture. She had manhandled his nuts, and in the end she had offered him the opportunity to work for her.

Yesterday, I had spoken to Erik on the telephone, and he had been enthusiastic, telling me how great he was doing, and how awesome everybody at his new workplace thought he was. He had all but begged me to come visit him, and I was happy to. I was dying to see what he was up to. After all, this show would be directly competing with mine, and everything I knew about it could prove very useful.

I entered the building and saw Erik amid a group of four muscular guys all of whom were about one head taller than him. They were wearing tight red shorts, red socks and black boots, with their legs and their upper bodies perfectly tanned. All of them had light brown hair and astonishingly handsome faces, making them look virtually indistinguishable.

Erik was explaining something, his hands moving as he talked, and the four studs seemed like they had a hard time following.

I looked at Erik and smiled. He looked hot, wearing tight black trousers that accentuated his cute ass, and a red shirt the same color as the muscle boys’ shorts.

Suddenly, one of the studs took a step back and let his right foot sail in between Erik’s legs making nice and hard contact with the bulge in Erik’s pants. Erik let out a soft groan and doubled over, while the hottie quartet burst out in laughter.

I looked around. I felt envy rise in me as I noticed that the studio was twice as big as mine. And Katya apparently had pumped quite a lot of money into set design. There were Greek pillars that looked like they were lifted straight out of Athens, and a small arena designed to look like Rome’s Colosseum, alongside many other props that resembled European landmarks. It all had a slightly Las Vegas feeling about it, but it was very impressive nevertheless. Obviously, Katya was intent on making this show a pan-European hit.

I focused on Erik again, who had slightly recovered. The four hunks were still chuckling, and one of them drew his leg back, causing Erik to wince, grab his junk and turn away protectively, making them erupt in another roar of laughter. Erik had a pained expression on his face as he lifted his gaze and spotted me. His face lit up and he straightened.

“Alex!” he shouted cheerfully.

The four hunks looked at me like I was a white rabbit lifted out of some magician’s top hat.

“Erik”, I smiled and walked towards him.

One of the hunks refocused on what was more important, brought his leg back and smashed it into Erik’s crotch from behind.

I grimaced in sympathy as I saw the heavy boot dig into the soft mound of Erik’s manhood, lifting it up until there was nowhere to go.

Erik’s face went white and he coughed as the pain hit him. Slowly, he doubled over again, tentatively grabbing his smashed nuts, letting out a pitiful groan.

The four studs were laughing their asses of as Erik sank to his knees, moaning in pain.

“How are you?” I grinned, patting his shoulder.

“Never been better”, Erik croaked. He turned to the handsome foursome and said in a voice that failed miserably at sounding stern: “We’ll continue later. Take five, guys.”

I helped Erik up as he continued to fumble with the bulge in his trousers.

“Looks like you are really part of the gang, huh?” I dead-panned.

Erik grimaced and coughed. “Alex, let me tell you”, he said, “this is a completely new experience for me. You know, I really get to decide things and do things and be creative.”

“And it shows. You look great. And I see that your colleagues are showing you the respect you deserve, right?” I smiled.

“They are!” Erik said enthusiastically. “I mean, I’ve shown them the ropes, and now they are already improvising. That’s fantastic, right?”

“You must be doing a really good job”, I said.

“Yes, I am”, Erik nodded. “I’m so happy that there’s no bad blood between us…”

“Why should there be?” I asked.

“Well, you know, with me trying to, you know, take you place, and stuff”, Erik stuttered, grimacing as he adjusted his crotch.

“Erik”, I said. “Believe me when I tell you that it’s a great pleasure for me to see you like this.”

“Want me to show you the studio?” Erik asked.

“That’d be great!”

Erik led me to the center of the studio, walking slightly bow-legged. “So this is it.”

I looked around.

“That”, he pointed at a desk with a chair behind it and a couch on the left side, “is where we introduce our guests.”

I nodded. “Nice chair! I bet you look fantastic in it.”

“Well”, Erik looked at his feet, “we changed a few things, you know.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Katya is the host now”, he said.

I opened my mouth.

“But I’m co-host”, Erik added quickly. “It was my idea because I think that women are underrepresented on nighttime ballbusting television.”

I nodded. “Right.” I looked around. “So where is your chair?”

Erik led me to the desk and pointed at a triangular construction.

I looked at it. It didn’t look like it was very comfortable. There was no backrest, no upholstery, I didn’t even spot a seating area. Basically, it was two planks that met at a right ankle, upheld by a construction maybe one meter above the ground. “Uhh, how do you sit on it?”

“I’ll show you”, Erik said proudly. He turned around and sat down, his legs spread apart, so that his thighs were resting on the planks.

I looked at him. “It doesn’t look very comfortable.”

Erik smiled gently. “TV is hard work, it’s not about sitting comfortable, right?”

I shrugged. “But what’s the point?”

Erik’s smile widened. He pointed to the ground. “There’s a bar in the floor.” Then he pointed at the desk. “See that button?”

I stepped closer to the desk and saw a small red button that was embedded in the desk top. Without hesitating for a second, I pressed the button, watching Erik closely.

As Erik saw me reaching for it, his eyes widened. “No---“

With a swift, powerful motion, the bar snapped up and smacked between Erik’s thighs, hitting his crotch with impeccable precision and knocking the wind out of him.

“Ouff!” Erk’s eyes crossed as the air left his lungs.

“Nice”, I said. “Really fine handiwork…”

“Thanks”, Erik whispered. “Would you mind pressing the button again? My left nut is caught between the bar and the chair…”

“The red button again?” I asked.

“Yes, please”, Erik said in a toneless voice, his face a mask of pain.

I pressed the button again. Nothing happened.

Erik let out a whimper. “Try again. Sometimes it’s stuck…”

I nodded and pressed again, harder this time. No reaction.

Beads of sweat were running down Erik’s face.

“Maybe we should call someone”, I said slowly.

“Press it again”, Erik said through clenched teeth.

I pressed it again a couple of times.

Finally, the bar retracted, making Erik sigh in relief, before it came up again, smashing poor Erik’s junk once more.

Erik shrieked from the top of his lungs. “Fuck!”

I grimaced in sympathy. “Let me guess…”

“Now it’s the right one”, Erik whimpered.

I nodded and pressed the button again. After three more tries – and a few anguished moans from Erik – it worked. The bar retracted and Erik jumped up to get out of harm’s way, only to collapse right next to the evil construction.

“Maybe you should have a carpenter look at this thing”, I said, looking around. “You wouldn’t want that to happen on the air, right?”

Erik was curled up in a ball, not paying attention.

“Alex!”

I turned around and saw Marc and Julian, two of Erik’s friends, walk towards us.

They were Erik’s age. Mark had curly brown hair and dark eyes, and Julian had crew cut black hair and a young, innocent face, with a nose piercing that was supposed to make him look wilder, but only made him look cute. I knew that this wasn’t the only piercing on his body, but I tried not to think of his dick as I greeted them.

“You know my assistants?” Erik croaked from his position on the ground.

“Sure, I remember them”, I said, smiling at Marc and Julian.

“Oh, I see Erik has already introduced our latest invention”, Marc grinned as he looked at his buddy writhing on the ground.

Julian chuckled. “It doesn’t really work right, though.”

I grimaced. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Marc laughed. “Which nut was it this time?”

“Both”, I said. “One after the other.”

“Ouch”, they both said in unison before bursting out laughing.

“Technically”, Julian said when he stopped laughing, “we are Katya’s assistants.”

“I see”, I said. “How is she?”

“Oh, she’s doing great. She can’t wait to do the first episode”, Marc smiled.

Julian added, “She isn’t in today. If you want to see her you have to come back another time…”

I thought for a moment, remembering the Russian beauty, as images of high heels, a wet scarf and a taser flashed before my eyes. “Well, I don’t know if I---“

“She’d love to meet you, she is so sorry she can’t be here today”, Marc interrupted me.

“Okay”, I said. “Maybe I’ll come back next week or something.”

“That’s be great”, Julian sighed in relief. “She told us to set an appointment – and she can get a bit nasty when she doesn’t get what she wants…”

Marc shuddered and affectionately fondled his crotch.

“She can be a bit of a ballbuster”, Julian said in a low voice.

“I remember”, I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll phone you…”

Julian nodded.

Erik slowly got up, his hands on his knees, breathing in and out.

“You okay?” I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Everything is fine”, he whispered. “Give me one minute.”

Suddenly, there was a voice non the PA. “Erik? The nutcrackers are waiting…”

Erik groaned. “I gotta go. It was nice to see you, Alex.”

“Nice to see you, too”, I replied as I watched him slowly making his way across the studio, walking with his legs apart as not to cause further pain.

“The nutcrackers?” I asked when he was out of sight.

Julian chuckled. “Yeah, we got four dimwitted muscle boys from Ukraine to serve as a sort of ballet.”

“Oh, I met them”, I chuckled. “Really, a ballet?”

“Well, sort of”, Marc said. “Originally, Katya brought them here for her own pleasure, if you understand what I mean…”

“Fucktoys”, Julian explained. “Once I walked in on them fucking her in her office.”

Marc shook his head. “How’s that for Russian decadence? I mean, come on, four guys? How many orifices does this woman have?”

Julian shrugged. “Well, one in her mouth, one in her ass and two in her---“

“That’s logistically impossible!” Marc interrupted him.

Julian looked at him. “Believe me, I saw it. And it wasn’t a pretty sight…”

Marc rolled his eyes. “Well, apparently they did a good job satisfying her, so she signed them on for the show.”

“As ballet dancers.” I couldn’t believe it.

“Well, sort of”, Marc said, grinning. “They get to kick some nuts.”

I grimaced “Let me guess…”

Julian smirked and nodded. “Well, he is the co-host…”

I sighed. “The things people do for fame, huh?”

Marc shrugged. “You want my opinion? He’s doing what he does best.”

“Getting hit in the nuts”, Julian grinned. “He’s an expert at that…”

“But don’t tell him”, Marc smiled. “It’ll ruin his mood…”

I chuckled.

Julian looked at his watch. “Alex, we gotta go.”

“Okay”, I said. “Say hello to Katya for me…”

“Yeah, see you around”, Marc said.

They walked away and I looked for the exit, passing Erik and the handsome Ukrainian quartet on my out.

Before the door closed behind me, I heard Erik scream from the top of his lungs, followed by the laughter of the four studs.

I smiled and went back to work.