A lesson in pain (Martin meets Leo and Ben)

Special thanks to our reader Martin for the plot idea! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who likes to see arrogant guys get taken down a peg!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

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

“Okay, try to keep your balance”, Leo shouted with a grin. The lanky 19 year old skateboarder had his hands in his pockets and watched his muscular friend roll down the hill on Leo’s skateboard. “Yeah, that looks good! That looks---“

Leo’s friend crashed against a post box, muttering obscenities as he fell to the ground.

Leo ran his hand through his curly black hair and grimaced. “Not so good”, he mumbled, running down the street to help his buddy up.

Ben was lying on the ground, groaning in pain. “This is just stupid”, he grunted. He was a year older than Leo. Unlike Leo whose baggy pants and Bronze 56K hoodie clearly identified him as a card-carrying member of the skater community, Ben was new to skating. He had asked Leo to show him the ropes to impress a girl.

In return, Ben had promised to show Leo some boxing moves at the gym.

“I guess we’ll try that again”, Leo grinned.

Ben looked up at Leo. “This is fucking dangerous!” he muttered. “I almost hit my fucking nuts on that stupid post box.”



Leo chuckled. “Well, now you know why skaters wear baggy clothes”, he grinned. “It’s just for protection. The lower the crotch of your pants the lower the risk of a potentially sperm-threatening accident…”

Ben laughed. He was wearing short sweat pants and a plain white t-shirt. “Okay, you know what”, he chuckled, “maybe I’ll get some nut-protection pants before we continue.” He got up and winked at Leo. “There’s no use impressing a girl if you can’t give her what she needs afterwards, right?” He gave the big bulge in his pants a good squeeze and grinned.

Leo laughed and picked up the skateboard. “Yeah.”

They walked up the street towards the gym.

“I can show you a couple of moves if you like”, Ben said.

Leo nodded.

They were greeted by a young man who was leaning against the wall. He was wearing jeans and a jumper. His hands were buried in his pockets and he looked at Ben and Leo with a mocking smirk.

“Lesson over?” he grinned.

“Martin”, Ben mumbled, ushering Leo into the building.

“Didn’t look very convincing”, Martin chuckled. His brown eyes twinkled maliciously. “Maybe you should try figure skating instead.”

“Oh, shut up, Martin”, Ben said.

Ben and Leo walked into the locker room.

Leo chuckled. “Who is he?”

Ben shrugged. “He’s a kick boxer. Thinks he’s some kind of superman. Likes to wind people up, you know.” He let out a grunt. “He really gets on my nerves.” He gave Leo a pair of his boxing shorts. “Here, try these on.”

Leo took off his hoodie, his t-shirt and his pants and changed into the shorts.

Ben looked at him, taking a step back to admire his lanky frame. The shorts looked more like a skirt than like a pair of pants. “You look ridiculous”, he chuckled.

“Just like you on a skateboard”, Leo shrugged.

Laughing, they walked back into the gym, heading for the speed bag.

Martin was leaning against the wall, watching Ben teach Leo a couple of simple moves. “That looks even worse than the skateboarding lesson”, Martin chuckled. “Hey, maybe you guys should try Rhythmic Gymnastics.”

“Shut up, Martin”, Ben mumbled.

“No, I mean it”, Martin grinned. “Maybe you’d win a gold medal or something.”

Leo and Ben ignored him.

“That’s more likely than him beating an opponent in the ring”, Martin chuckled. “Or you staying on the skateboard for more than a second, for that matter.”

Leo’s fist connected with the speed bag.

“Ooooh, I’m scared”, Martin held up his hands mockingly. “Run for your lives! The beanpole will beat you up!”

Leo glanced at him. If there was one thing Leo hated it was getting mocked for his skinny body. He punched the speed bag again.

“Good one, Beanpole! I’d say I’m impressed”, Martin sneered. “If I were a three-year-old boy.”

Once again, Leo’s fist connected with the speed bag.

“Let me clarify”, Martin grinned. “A three-year-old girl.” He chuckled. “You’ve got a lot to learn, Beanpole.”

Suddenly, Leo turned to Martin and kicked him in the nuts. Leo’s large sneaker-clad foot slammed into Martin’s crotch, flattening his bulging equipment and ramming his tender nuggets into his body.

Martin let out a dry cough and doubled over.

Leo stared at him, his face contorted in anger.

Ben chuckled. “Right in the fucking nuts. Serves him right.”

“Not bad, Beanpole”, Martin said hoarsely, rubbing his crotch. “But it takes more than that to be a kickboxer.”

With that, Martin brought his fist up, hitting Leo in the chest. At the same time, Martin’s foot shot forward, connecting with Leo’s crotch with a dull thud.

Leo’s eyes bulged as the wind was knocked out of his lungs. He let out a wheezing groan, doubling over, one hand clutching his crotch, the other one rubbing his chest.

“Hey hey hey!” Ben said and took a step forward.

Martin looked up at him, a mixture of pain and amusement on his face. “What? You’re going to beat me up with your skateboard?”

Ben’s face darkened.

Martin grinned. He straightened and took off his jumper, revealing his six pack abs and his muscular chest. Ignoring the pain that was radiating from his balls, Martin lifted his fists, grinning cockily and shifting from one foot to the other, assuming a boxer’s stance. “What, have you gone mute all of a sudden?”

Behind him, Leo let out a groan, clutching his crotch.

Ben grimaced in sympathy.

“Oh! Now I understand!” Martin let out a laugh. “You had a nice little roll in the hay planned for tonight, huh? I’m soooo sorry! I’ve ruined everything! Looks like you won’t get fucked tonight…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Ben grunted and lunged out to hit Martin in the chest but he managed to duck the blow and throw a straight punch at Ben’s groin, flattening his big bulge and eliciting an anguished wail.

“Oh, my”, Martin grinned, rubbing his own crotch in mock-sympathy. “That’s gotta hurt. Now Beanpole won’t get fucked, either. Well, it looks like---“

He was interrupted by a powerful kick from behind.

Leo’s foot connected perfectly with both of Martin’s balls, lifting him off the ground and making Martin scream in pain.

“You little fucker”, Martin groaned, jumping up and down, his hands cupping his crotch. “I’m gonna kick your fucking ass!”

Ben punched him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and making him roar in agony.

“I told you to shut up”, Ben grunted.

“Oh, stop whining”, Martin said cockily despite being in pain.

Leo brought his foot up between Martin’s thighs, crunching his tender nuggets and making him squeal like a banshee.

“Now that’s what I call a whine”, Leo dead-panned as Martin collapsed on the ground.

Ben and Leo looked down at him.

Ben shrugged. “Let’s go. He’s done.”

“Far from it”, Martin groaned. “I’m gonna kick your nuts so far up your throats that you’ll tickle them with your tongues when you French-kiss!” He slowly got up and raised his fists.

Ben and Leo looked at each other.

“He wants us to kick his ass”, Ben grumbled.

“Looks like he does”, Leo said grimly.

Martin lunged at them with a wild roar but Ben punched his face hard, making Martin scream and cover his nose.

Leo kicked his testicles with all the force he could muster, shutting Martin up instantly as his eyes bulged and his face turned white.

He sank to his knees, groaning in agony.

Ben pushed him to the ground and kneeled on his shoulders, grabbed his feet, pulling them up and spreading them in wide V. “Okay, seems like this is turning into a training session after all.” He nodded at Leo who stomped down on Martin’s crotch, ramming his nuts into his body.

“Fuuuck!” Martin screamed. “My nuts! I’ll fucking get you for that!”

Leo looked at Ben and laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “This guy is unbelievable.”

“Stomp his nuts again”, Ben said matter-of-factly, leaning back and smothering Martin with his butt.

Martin let out a muffled grunt as Leo stomped his nuts again and again, squashing Martin’s tender jewels under his large foot.

Ben nodded. “Good”, he grinned. “Now gas-pedal him.”

Leo took his shoes off. He was wearing a pair of socks that looked like he had been wearing them for a couple of weeks.

Ben wrinkled his nose. “Ugh.”

Leo shrugged and grabbed Martin’s feet.

“Wait”, Ben said, fumbling with Martin’s belt. “It works better if we strip him naked.”

Ignoring Martin’s muffled protests, Ben and Leo took off Martin’s shoes and his jeans, revealing a large pair of balls and a medium sized dick.

Leo chuckled and tapped Martin’s cock with his toes. “That dick is… well… cute.”

Ben chuckled and leaned forward, smacking Martin’s nuts with the palm of his hand.

“You like my balls?” Martin yelled. “I bet they’re bigger than yours!”

Ben leaned back again, putting his ass on Martin’s face and muffling his screams.

Leo laughed and sat down between Martin’s legs, pressing his foot into Martin’s junk and pulling on his legs, grinding his bare balls into his body with his sock-clad foot.

Martin was screaming obscenities that were muffled by Ben’s ass on his face as Leo gas-pedaled the hell out of his balls.

“Look at his feet”, Leo chuckled while crushing Martin’s nuts with his large foot. “They’re tiny compared to mine.”

Ben chuckled. “It takes a big pair of feet to crush a pair of nuts…”

Leo let out a laugh and wiggled his toes while pressing Martin’s nuts into his body.

“I think they aren’t crushed yet”, Leo said, getting up. He lifted his foot stomped down on Martin’s nuts, flattening the two big orbs like pancakes. Again and again, he brought his foot down, eliciting a high-pitched, muffled wails and desperate screams. After a dozen stomps to his tender testicles, Martin’s body went limb.

Leo looked at Ben and raised his eyebrows. “Did he just pass out?”

Ben got up and stood next to Leo.

They looked down at Martin.

“Weak balls”, Ben said with a shrug. “Too bad.”

Leo chuckled. “Looks like our training session is over.”

Ben looked at him and grinned. “Doesn’t have to be.”

They looked at each other and laughed.

“I’ll be back in a moment”, Leo said and headed for the locker rooms.

When he returned, he found Martin with his hands tied behind his back and his legs spread wide apart, leaning against the wall, still passed out.

Ben slapped Martin’s face a couple of times. “Wakey, wakey!”

Martin slowly opened his eyes and stared at Leo. “Beanpole”, he croaked. “I’ll fucking kick your ass.”

Ben chuckled. “You never learn, do you?” He brought back his foot and kicked Martin’s balls hard.

Martin let out a high-pitched wail.

Ben turned to Leo. “You want a---“ His eyes fell on Leo’s feet. “New socks?”

Leo grinned, wiggling his toes in his fresh white socks. “The only way to christen socks is by popping a pair of balls.”

Ben grimaced. “Ouch.” He took a step to the side and smiled. “Go ahead.”

Martin’s eyes widened as Leo brought his leg back and kicked Martin’s nuts as hard as he could.

“Wait, let me help you”, Ben grinned and stepped on Martin’s junk, crushing his dick under his sole and trapping his large balls at the bottom of his sock. They were bruised and swollen and a deep shade of red.

Martin swallowed hard. Finally, he seemed to realize what he had gotten himself into. “Guys”, he said hoarsely. “Come on, guys, don’t do this.”

Leo smiled and shrugged. “I’m sorry, these socks need to be christened.”

“Beanpole”, Martin pleaded. “Come on, I didn’t mean---”

Leo stomped down hard on the two big, bulging testicles, flattening them like pancakes and eliciting an anguished scream.

“You fucking asshole!” Martin wailed. “I’m going to---“

Leo stomped down on his balls once more, squashing them under his foot before twisting his heel and grinding Martin’s nuts into the hard floor.

Ben grimaced in sympathy as Martin screamed from the top of his lungs. His foot was holding Martin’s balls in place, trapping them at the bottom of his nutsack with nowhere to go.

Leo took a couple of steps back before running forward and jumping onto Martin’s trapped balls.

He landed with a dull thud, squashing Martin’s testicles flat.

Martin’s eyes bulged and he started dry-heaving before throwing up all over himself.

Ben jumped away, a disgusted expression on his face as Martin emptied his stomach.

Martin looked miserable. His face was a mask of pain, his muscular body was covered in his own vomit, and his balls had turned a very dark shade of blue.

“I think I’m gonna be sick”, Ben mumbled.

Leo nodded. “Let’s go.”

“Fuck you”, Martin muttered. “My balls are still bigger than yours.”

Unfortunately, Leo heard him.

He turned around and, with a blank expression on his face, delivered a final, hard kick to Martin’s bruised and swollen nuts.

Martin’s mouth opened in a silent scream. His eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out from the pain.

Leo turned on his heels and followed Ben into the locker rooms, leaving Martin behind, unconscious and broken, his balls black and blue.

“That was pretty good”, Ben chuckled. “Maybe I should teach you some kick-boxing instead of boxing.”

Leo grinned. “Maybe I can ask Martin to teach me.”

Both of them burst out laughing.