Blood, sweat and tears (Jordan meets Logan)

Special thanks to our reader Jordan! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who instantly sprung a boner when he read the title of this story!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.
Additional note: This story is bleaker and more violent than usual, and the violence is not limited to ballbusting.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

The car stopped in front of a giant, dark building that had served as an industrial slaughterhouse once. It looked menacing and ugly, and you could almost hear the screams of the millions of pigs that had lost their lives here.

Logan got out of his car and grabbed his gym bag. He pulled out his phone and checked the address. He was at the right place.

He waited until his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and walked around the building until he found a door. The glass in the windows was shattered and there was some diffuse light coming from inside the building.

Logan chuckled.

The 18 year old blond had been to a couple of weird locations for private fights. He was a successful high school wrestler, and there were surprisingly many people who paid good money for a chance to fight him. His girlfriend Ashley frowned upon it, but for Logan it was an easy way to make money. Usually, the fights took place in some guy’s living room, or at a party. This location was different. Original.

Logan ran his hand through his short blond hair and entered the building. He closed the door behind him and looked around the large, dimly lit hall. The floor and the walls were covered in pale beige tiles.

“Hello?” he shouted, his voice echoing through the hall. “Anybody there?”



No answer.

Logan sighed. He sure hoped this wasn’t some kind of prank and he had wasted his time. He could definitely use the money.

He had been contacted on the internet by someone who called himself “J” and had offered him a couple of hundred dollars for a private fight.

“Hey? Anybody here?” Logan shouted.

The sound of the door closing behind him made him turn around.

A tall, muscular young man with brown hair leaned against the door. He was shirtless, wearing black shorts, MMA gloves and grappling socks. His face was handsome but his eyes were cold. If the smile on his face was meant to look friendly, it didn’t work.

“Hi Logan”, he said in a low voice.

Logan let out a laugh. “Jordan?! You?!”

Jordan raised his eyebrows. “Surprised?”

Logan chuckled. “You bet. Last time I saw you I kicked your ass.”

Jordan’s face was blank. “You were lucky.”

Logan laughed.

Jordan hadn’t been a great high school wrestler. He had been average at best. They had met four times, and every time Logan had won decisively. In fact, Jordan had been one of Logan’s favorite opponents because he used to be so cocky and arrogant before the match – and so easy to defeat. Afterwards, he had usually thrown a tantrum, much to the amusement of Logan’s friends who teased him until he snapped, usually resulting in him getting thrown out of the tournament.

“So you want to fight me again?” Logan grinned. “You sure you want to risk another defeat?”

Jordan smiled. “I won’t lose this time.”

Logan chuckled. “Yeah, I remember you saying that before every fight we had…” He shrugged. “Okay, if you insist. You got the money?”

Jordan nodded at an envelope that was sitting on the floor.

“Good”, Logan said.

“Let’s make things interesting”, Jordan said with a cold smile. “No rules. No holds barred. If you win you get double. If you lose you get nothing.”

Logan looked at him. That was a very tempting offer. He had never lost against Jordan. Sure, he was a big guy. Very muscular and athletic. But his moves were too slow. Too slow for Logan at least. This would be over in three minutes. Four minutes tops.

Logan looked at the envelope. A lot of money for three or four minutes of work.

“What do you say?” Jordan asked, leaning casually against the door.

Logan smiled. “I say get ready to get your ass kicked again…”

Jordan’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I expected you to say something like that.”

Logan winked at him and changed into his wrestling singlet. He folded his jeans and t-shirt and put them on a neat stack on his shoes, placing his phone at the top.

“Alright”, he said, clapping his hands. “Let’s go.”

Jordan casually walked towards him, a cocky smile on his face.

Logan shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Jordan lifted his glove-clad hands. “What are you waiting for?”

Logan chuckled. “You want me to make the first move, huh?”

Jordan shrugged.

“Okay, if that’s how you want it”, Logan shrugged and threw a hard punch at Jordan’s defined abs.

Jordan didn’t even seem to notice. “You think you’ll win like that?”

“That wasn’t hard enough, huh?” Logan chuckled and threw another punch at Jordan, hitting him in the gut.

Again, Jordan just shrugged it off. “That wasn’t hard enough, either.”

“Damn, this isn’t much fun, man”, Logan mumbled, circling his opponent while Jordan stood still, seemingly bored by Logan’s attempts. “It feels like I’m the only one who’s willing to win…”

Suddenly, Logan grabbed Jordan from behind, wrapping his arms around his chest. “Maybe this’ll---“

Jordan kicked his leg up behind him. His foot connected with Logan’s balls that were held tightly by his singlet. Jordan’s heel crunched Logan’s nuts into his body, making him cough and loosen his hold.

“That all you got, man?” Logan grimaced. “If that’s---“

“There’s more where that came from”, Jordan interrupted him before ramming his foot into Logan’s balls once more, causing him to stumble backwards and groan in pain, doubling over and clutching his crotch.

“That was a cheap shot”, Logan moaned, cupping his aching balls.

“Well, this isn’t”, Jordan said calmly, throwing a mean uppercut right at Logan’s face, hitting his jaw dead-on and sending him tumbling backwards, his hands shooting up to his face.

“Ow, man”, Logan rubbed his jaw. He smiled weakly. “Careful! If you ruin my face I’ll have to ruin yours...”

Jordan ignored him. “This isn’t a cheap shot either.” kicked Logan in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.

Logan let out a yelp and grabbed his midsection.

“But this one is”, Jordan said casually before kicking Logan in the nuts with all the force he could muster.

A dull thud echoed through the hall, followed by a wheezing groan as Logan doubled over and grabbed his balls.

“Fuck, man”, he croaked. He walked up and down, grimacing in pain and rubbing his testicles.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt your balls?” Jordan said sarcastically.

Logan stared at him, his face contorted in pain. “You think you can win by fighting dirty? Is that all you got?”

Jordan answered the question by landing a snap-kick to Logan’s torso that made him scream in pain. He followed up with a hard knee to Logan’s nuts, crunching them into his body and eliciting a wretched squeal.

“You sound like a pig getting slaughtered”, Jordan grinned, taking a step back and kicking Logan’s nuts again. “Sounds like you are right at home here.”

“Fuck you”, Logan groaned, clutching his battered balls.

“No”, Jordan growled, grabbing Logan’s shoulders and slamming him against the wall. “I’m gonna fuck you, pig.”

Logan looked at Jordan, his eyes widening in terror.

“Come on, scream, little piggy, scream!” Jordan yelled, ramming his knee into Logan’s gut over and over again, making Logan scream and yell in pain. Jordan’s fist crashed into Logan’s abs before he grabbed a handful of Logan’s hair, pulling him away from the wall.

Logan screamed in pain and reached for Jordan’s hands, leaving his groin unprotected.

Jordan seized his chance and threw a series of nut-crunching kicks into Logan’s crotch that made the handsome high school wrestler wail in agony.

By now, Logan’s body was covered in bruises and glistening with sweat. Jordan proceeded to go through every MMA move he knew, kicking, punching and kneeing Logan into submission, targeting every body part without mercy.

Logan’s legs, his arms, his abs, his pecs – every part of his body was hurting. Most of all: his balls, which Jordan seemed to be especially eager to ruin. Kick after knee after punch landed between Logan’s legs, making him scream from the top of his lungs.

“Please, I give up”, Logan whispered, doubled over in pain and clutching his aching nuts.

“I’m not done, yet”, Jordan hissed, bringing his leg back before powering a hard, merciless kick into Logan’s precious balls.

Logan collapsed on the ground, coughing and groaning.

Jordan rolled him onto his back and started punching the bulge in Logan’s singlet, viciously hammering down onto his dick and balls.

“Now, what do we have here?” Jordan sneered.

Logan’s big dick was starting to get hard.

Jordan punched Logan’s cock again and again until it was rock hard and tenting his singlet. Then he grabbed Logan by the hair and pulled him up.

Logan was gasping for breath, stumbling to the side, when Jordan kicked his precious spuds with all the force he could muster.

Logan let out a strangled squeal and dropped to his knees, whimpering in pain and clutching his battered balls.

Jordan grabbed his hair with his fist and pulled back his head, looking Logan straight in the eyes.

“Please”, Logan whimpered. “You win. Let me go.”

Jordan spat into Logan’s face, making him shut his eyes and wince. “Who’s the loser now?” Jordan screamed.

Logan opened his eyes. His face was covered in sweat and spit. Every part of his body was bruised. Blood was running out of several wounds on his legs, his arms and his torso.

“I am”, Logan whispered in a toneless voice.

“That’s right, you are!” Jordan yelled. He drew his fist back and punched Logan in the face. Blood and spit flew from Logan’s face as he screamed in pain.

Logan’s voice was husky and hoarse and his screams had turned into whimpers and groans. Tears were running down his face.

“Finally you look like the loser you are!” Jordan screamed and delivered a hard, merciless punch to Logan’s balls before pulling him to his wobbly feet by his hair.

Jordan pulled Logan into a tight bearhug, closing his muscular arms around him and applying as much pressure as he could.

Logan let out a gurgling cough as the air left his lungs. He was too exhausted and in too much pain to put up a struggle. His hard dick in his singlet was rubbing against Jordan’s thigh.

“Loser!” Jordan screamed, his face only inches from Logan’s. “You fucking loser!”

Logan was groaning and moaning, his cock poking into Jordan’s thigh.

Jordan increased the pressure of his tight, merciless bearhug, making Logan let out a wheezing moan as his dick unloaded, spilling his precious sperm and creating a sticky mess inside his singlet.

Jordan dropped Logan to the ground where he curled up in a ball, whimpering and sobbing in pain.

“Please”, Logan pleaded almost inaudibly, “let me go!”

Jordan ignored him and grabbed Logan’s singlet with both of his hands. The muscular stud ripped the flimsy fabric off Logan’s body, exposing his naked, spent dick and his bruised, swollen balls.

He stuffed the singlet into Logan’s mouth, making sure to let him get a taste of his semen by shoving in the wet part of the fabric first. Then he grabbed Logan’s balls and closed his fingers around his ballsack, trapping his nuts in a vise-like grip before starting to punch them as hard as he could.

Fist after nutcrunching fist collided with Logan’s spent balls, making Logan retch and gag and groan into the sticky singlet that was filling his mouth.

Jordan was screaming and yelling at Logan while pounding his nuts with all the force he could muster until Logan’s dick erupted with a second load that splattered all over his bruised abs.

Tears were streaming down Logan’s face and he was sobbing silently.

Jordan stared down at him, his face contorted in rage. “Look at you now, pretty boy!” he yelled. “Look at you!” He pulled down the waistband of his shorts, freeing his rock-hard dick. He scooped up some of the sperm on Logan’s stomach, and applied it to his boner before shoving it into Logan’s ass with one hard, deep thrust.

Jordan’s dick penetrated Logan’s ass like a battering ram, his balls slapping against Logan’s cheeks. “You’re a loser”, Jordan growled, thrusting his rock-hard cock in and out of Logan’s ass. “A pathetic loser. Nothing but a useless piece of meat.” He sent his fist down, smashing it into Logan’s bloated balls.

All the energy had left Logan’s body. He didn’t scream, he didn’t struggle any more. He was just crying softly, tears running down his face. His body was black and blue, glistening with sweat and blood.

Jordan was panting heavily, fucking Logan mercilessly while occasionally throwing a punch at his face, his abs and his balls. His breathing quickened as he came closer and closer to orgasm.

Suddenly, he pulled his hard, glistening dick out of Logan’s hole, and turned Logan onto his stomach like a rag doll.

Logan’s hole was gaping open.

Jordan started jerking his dick, aiming for Logan’s hole and holding it open with his free hand. Grunting and moaning, he emptied his balls onto Logan’s ass. The first spurt of cum landed on Logan’s right cheek, the second one splattered right into his gaping hole. Jet after jet of cum landed on Logan’s ass while Jordan was grunting and panting heavily.

Jordan’s dick was still leaking cum when he smacked Logan’s ass hard with both of his glove-clad hands, adding red marks to the bruises on Logan’s smooth ass cheeks.

Without a word, Jordan scooped up his cum and shoved it into Logan’s hole with his finger, breathing in and out at a heavy pace.

Logan was sobbing in silence.

Calmy, Jordan pulled his finger out of Logan’s ass and got up. He spat on Logan’s bruised and beaten body and took off his gloves. Looking around, his eyes fell on Logan’s phone that was sitting on top of his clothes.

“What do you say, pretty boy”, he sneered, grabbing the phone. “A little memento would be nice, huh?”

He kicking Logan in the side, rolling his body onto his back before straddling him and looking down at him.

Jordan took some pictures, focusing on Logan’s swollen and bloated balls, and his bruised abs.

Finally, when he was satisfied, he sent the pictures to his email address. He squatted next to Logan and grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head up. “I won’t take your phone”, he whispered into his ear. “I want you to keep the pictures so you can look at them and see what a pathetic loser you are.”

Logan let out a whimper.

Jordan brought his foot back and kicked Logan in the ribs, before turning around, grabbing the envelope with the money and leaving the room.

Logan curled up in the fetal position, crying softly. “Fuck”, he whispered quietly, tears streaming down his face. “Fuck.”