One on one: Ben vs. Logan

Featured in this story: Logan and Ben (click for pictures)

Ben grinned into the camera. “Welcome to another exciting episode of the Ben Show!” The muscular 20 year old ran his hand through his black hair. “I know you love to see me kick some ass – and you’ll get exactly what you wish for…”

The tall jock was standing in the middle of the studio, wearing nothing but a pair of worn-out jeans. He casually ran his hand over his muscular, tanned chest and winked at the camera.

I chuckled. You could always rely on Ben to put on a good show. He loved showing off his body, and I had to admit that I loved watching him show off his body...

Ben struck a pose and flexed his muscles. “Look at those guns”, he grunted, staring at his biceps. “Oh yeah, baby.”



I looked at Logan who was standing next to Ben, an amused expression on his face.

Logan was 18 years old, a hot, handsome high school wrestler with blond hair and blue eyes. Like Ben, he was tall and muscular. He was shirtless as well, wearing a blue pair of compression shorts.

Ben adjusted his crotch and smiled at Logan. “I’m going to wipe the floor with you, man.”

Logan let out a laugh. “Oh yeah?” He turned to the camera and grinned. “We’ll see.”

Ben chuckled. “Yeah, you’ll see. I’ve got balls of steel, man. Check out these tough fuckers.” He unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor, revealing a pair of leopard print briefs that hugged an impressive package.

Logan burst out laughing.

Undeterred, Ben looked down and ran his index finger over the outline of his semi-hard dick and his hefty balls, an almost loving expression on his face. “They are tough as hell. Nobody can beat those fucking puppies.” He looked up and grinned into the camera. “That’s the secret to my success – a big fucking pair of tough fucking nuts.”

Logan laughed. “Yeah, we’ll see how tough they really are.”

Ben grinned. “They are tough as hell, buddy, believe me.” He slapped his big bulge with the palm of his hand a couple of times, making it bounce and jiggle. His grin grew a tad bit strained, and there was a flash of pain in his eyes for a brief moment, but he managed to keep up his tough guy front. “Nobody brings those fuckers down”, he said with a slightly strained voice.

Logan rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“Yeah, you heard that right”, Ben grinned, casually massaging his bulge. “Many have tried – but I always win!”

“What?!” Logan grinned.

“I always win”, Ben repeated with a smile. “Never lost, never will.”

“That sounds like a line from a TV show”, Logan chuckled.

Ben shrugged. “But it’s true.”

Logan looked at him. I could see in his eyes that he didn’t know whether Ben really believed what he was saying.

“But I’ve seen you lose”, Logan said slowly. “Many times.”

Ben chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

Logan stared at him.

“You should get your facts straight, man”, Ben grinned before striking another pose and flexing his muscles. “Undefeated!” he grunted.

“Okay, if you say so”, Logan chuckled. He turned to the camera and winked. “This is gonna be fun.”

A couple of moments later, the Ben and Logan were facing each other.

Ben had stripped to his briefs. He had a determined expression on his face.

Logan smiled. The handsome young wrestler seemed to be amused by Ben’s demeanor.

“Undefeated”, Ben mumbled as if to reassure himself before he threw his foot up into the air, aiming for Logan’s crotch.

Logan took a step back, easily avoiding Ben’s clumsy attack. He grabbed Ben’s ankle with both of his hands and lifted it up.

Ben’s eyes widened and he jumped up and down on one foot, flailing his arms around, trying to keep his balance. The bulging package in his briefs was bouncing happily, an exposed and inviting target.

Of course, Logan took him up on the invitation.

“Let’s see how tough your nuts are”, Logan said cheerfully before slamming his bare foot right into Ben’s bulging package.

Logan’s toes sunk into the soft bulge and flattened it, ramming his tender nuts into his body.

A deep, guttural groan escaped Ben’s lips as his face scrunched up in pain.

Logan laughed and lifted Ben’s leg even higher, making him jump frantically while moaning in pain, before smashing another hard, precise kick into Ben’s balls.

“Ooooooh, that’s gotta hurt”, Logan grimaced in mock-sympathy.

Ben let out an anguished grunt. “Fuck!”

Logan grinned and shoved Ben’s foot away, causing Ben to gasp in surprise, stumble backwards and fall to the ground where he curled up in a ball, clutching his balls.

“Yeah”, Logan chuckled, “your nuts are tough as hell…”

Ben groaned in agony. He slowly got up, cupping his nuts, his face contorted in pain.

“You got lucky”, Ben grunted, lifting the waistband of his briefs to take a look at his battered balls. “You caught me off-guard”, he mumbled before letting go of the waistband and adjusting his bulge, grimacing in pain.

Logan watched him, his hands on his hips, a huge grin on his face.

Ben glanced at him before planting a quick kick into Logan’s crotch, catching his balls dead-on and smashing them hard, knocking the wind out of Logan’s lungs.

With a long, pitiful groan, Logan doubled over and fell to his knees.

“Didn’t see that coming, huh?” Ben grinned as he watched his opponent sink to the ground. “I bet you---“

Logan’s fist shot up between Ben’s muscular thighs and connected with his balls in a picture-perfect uppercut.

Ben’s cheeks puffed and he let out a wheezing moan as the pain exploded in his ballsack.

Instead of withdrawing his fist from Ben’s crotch, Logan opened it and wrapped his fingers around Ben’s package.

“Fuck”, Ben coughed as Logan started squeezing his tender testicles in a vise-like grip.

His own face contorted in pain, Logan squeezed Ben’s nuts as hard as he could, squishing and squashing his muscular opponent’s manhood with all the force he could muster.

Ben’s jaw dropped and his eyes crossed slowly, and he whimpered in pain as Logan pressed his thumb and his fingertips into the soft flesh of his beloved balls.

“Fuck”, Ben squealed, his eyes watering. His knees started trembling and he sank to the ground, yanked down by his ballsack.

Logan gave Ben’s balls a final, hard squeeze before backing off and allowing Ben to curl up on the floor.

Ben grabbed his balls and moaned in pain.

Logan got up. He rubbed his own crotch and grimaced. “Got enough?” he said.

Ben looked up. “Fuck you”, he mumbled.

Logan let out a laugh. “You want more?”

Ben groaned and got up, standing doubled over, one hand nursing his battered balls, the other hand resting on his knee. He was panting heavily. “You got lucky”, he said, his face contorted in pain. “Again.”

Logan grinned. “Yeah, looks like I am a very lucky guy…”

Ben ignored him. Grimacing, he pulled his briefs down mid-thigh, exposing his chubby dick and his slightly swollen pair of balls. “Damn”, he mumbled, tentatively examining his testicles.

Logan watched him with an amused expression on his face. “Um, do you want to go on?”

Ben looked at him. “Sure, why not?”

Logan chuckled and pointed at Ben’s nuts. “Well, your nuts look pretty swollen. If I were you I quit before they get crunched for good…”

A smile spread on Ben’s face. “Listen”, he said pointing both of his hands at his naked junk that was dangling between his thighs. “I can see how you get the wrong impression. They are spectacularly big after all.” He chuckled. “But they are not swollen, they are just so fucking big…”

Logan smiled and nodded slowly. “Yeah, I see.”

Ben grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Biggest balls in the room, you know…” His briefs midway down his thighs, Ben looked down at his dangling low-hangers and sighed. “Biggest balls in the ro---“

Logan’s foot slammed into Ben’s balls with a sick, dull smack.

Ben’s eyes opened wide, his eyebrows rose and his mouth formed a little “o” as he let out a shrill, girlish shriek. “---ooouough!”

Logan chuckled and watched Ben’s body convulsing in pain, his hands clasping his aching genitals as he sank to his knees and doubled over, his forehead hitting the ground.

Logan casually walked behind him.

Ben was moaning and groaning, his legs spread slightly apart, both hands cupping his aching balls.

Logan brought his foot back and sent it crashing into Ben’s hands, driving them into his tender testicles and crunching them flat.

Ben’s body was lifted off the ground by the force of the kick, and he yodeled in pain, his voice cracking, making him sound like an opera singer channeling a tortured pig.

Logan let out a laugh. “You know, you’re really funny!” He brought his leg back to kick Ben again, but before he was able to send hit foot between Ben’s thighs, Ben surprised him with a sudden, well-executed mule that his him right in the balls.

Logan groaned in pain and stumbled backwards.

Ben curled up in a ball. “Motherfucker”, he whimpered. “My fucking balls.”

Logan let out a long moan, doubled over and clutching his nuts.

Their groans and moans filled the room as they nursed their battered balls.

Logan was the first one to recover. “Okay, fun’s over”, he mumbled and limped over to Ben who was still on the ground, his leopard print briefs around his ankles.

Logan grabbed Ben’s underwear and yanked it off him, leaving the muscular stud stark naked.

Then Logan grabbed Ben’s ankles and spread them apart in a wide V. He raised his foot and stomped down hard, crunching Ben’s nuts into his own body and flattening his fragile man-eggs like pancakes.

Ben screamed from the top of his lungs as Logan twisted his foot as if he was stomping out a cigarette, crushing Ben’s nuts under the sole of his foot.

Ben threw his head back, wailing and squealing, his hands grabbing Logan’s foot and trying to lift it up.

Finally, Logan withdrew his foot, but Ben’s torture was far from over. With a swift motion, Logan turned Ben around, making him lift himself up with his hands, his feet held by Logan in a wheelbarrow position, his aching, swollen balls hanging down.

“No!” Ben croaked, sensing what Logan was up to. He tried to crawl away on his hands, but Logan held on to his ankles and spread them apart.

“No!” Ben repeated, frantically trying to get away.

“Yes”, Logan dead-panned before smashing his foot between Ben’s thighs, hitting both of his dangling low-hangers dead-on and ramming them into Ben’s body.

“Nooooo!” Ben wailed, his eyes clenched shut, his face contorted in pain.

Another kick to his bare, exposed balls stopped Ben’s girlish shriek abruptly and elicited a wretched gagging sound.

Logan smashed his foot into Ben’s balls once more. His toes smashed Ben’s dangling balls into his body with a wet splat.

Ben choked.

Logan dropped Ben’s feet, and Ben’s body hit the ground. But before he had a chance to curl up and protect his balls, Logan reached between his thighs, grabbed his balls in a tight grip and yanked them up between Ben’s legs, effectively pulling Ben’s body up by his nuts.

Ben let out a strangled yelp and frantically got on all fours, trying to relieve the pressure on his balls.

Logan looked down at the two big, shiny orbs in his hands. With a mean grin, he punched Ben’s balls hard, eliciting an anguished wail.

Then Logan yanked on Ben’s balls, causing Ben to let out another shrill scream and crawl backwards. Logan took another step back, pulling on Ben’s nuts and eliciting another high-pitched scream.

Logan increased the pace and led Ben through the room, making him scream and groan while crawling backwards. After circling the room a couple of times, accompanied by Ben’s wild curses and agonized screams, Logan stopped right in front of the camera.

“Hey guys”, Logan smiled into the camera and sat down on Ben’s back while holding on to Ben’s balls and yanking them up as if he wanted to floss Ben’s ass crack. “Look at these balls. Nice, huh?” He smacked them hard with the palm of his hand, eliciting a strangled squeal from Ben.

“What do you call them again?” Logan leaned back.

“Biggest balls in the room”, came Ben’s groaning reply.

“Biggest balls in the room”, Logan repeated and sent his fist down, crunching Ben’s nuts hard.

Ben screamed in agony.

“Now”, Logan grinned into the camera. “How many punches do you think it’ll take until he gives up?” He waited a moment. “Ten? Twenty? Fifty?”

From behind Logan came Ben’s voice in a pathetic croak. “I’ll never give u---“

Logan shut him up with a hard, well-placed nutpunch that echoed through the room, followed by a miserable, anguished scream.

“I give up! I give up!” Ben whimpered.

Logan looked into the camera and raised his eyebrows. “Huh.”

“I give up!” Ben repeated.

Logan chuckled. “You sure? I mean, you’re undefeated and all.” He smashed his fist into Ben’s balls once more.

“I’m sure! I’m sure!” Ben squealed. “I give up for fuck’s sake!”

Logan looked almost disappointed. He shrugged and let go of Ben’s balls.

Ben collapsed on the ground, whimpering and moaning in pain, his hands clutching his battered balls.

Logan straightened and took a step to the side. He ran his hand through his short blond hair and adjusted his crotch. “That was kinda easy”, he chuckled. He glanced at Ben and laughed.

Ben was lying on the ground, cupping his aching balls, moaning and sobbing in pain.

A little while later, Ben was sitting on the couch next to Logan.

Logan was fully dressed, but Ben was still stark naked. He was holding a bag of ice against his crotch, his head leaning back against the wall, his eyes closed.

Logan chuckled. “That was fun, man.”

Ben groaned.

They sat in silence for a while.

Suddenly, Ben opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “You know I let you win on purpose, right?”

Logan blinked. “What?!”

“It’s okay”, Ben said. “I mean, don’t feel bad, okay?”

Logan stared at him. “What?!”

Ben looked at him and shrugged. “I know that these big fucking balls can be quite intimidating, right?” He glanced at his crotch. “Don’t feel bad, okay?”

There was a long pause.

Logan cleared his throat. “But I---“

“We can’t always win, right?” Ben shrugged.

Logan stared at him. “But I---“

Ben leaned back again and sighed. “Still undefeated.”

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