Step by step (Derek meets David and Logan)

Special thanks to Derek for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who is soooo tired of "Nutcracker" jokes but will read this story anyway!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

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

“Okay, let’s do it one more time”, Derek said. He walked to the far end the large room, his tap dancing shoes clacking on the parquet flooring. The 20 year old dancer was wearing his training clothes, a pair of tight-fitting grey leggings and a loose tank-top that was soaked in sweat. His short black hair was dripping wet from hours of practicing. He took a sip from his bottle of water and sighed.

“I never thought I’d have to do this”, he said. “Tap dancing? I mean, come on!” He rolled his eyes and took another sip from the bottle. “We’re not some vaudeville chicks in a Broadway theater, right?” He looked at his training partner.

“Yeah”, David nodded. “It’s a stupid idea. Swan Lake with a tap dancing interlude?” He let out a bitter laugh. “Just wait for the reviews. They’ll be the end of a certain someone’s career. She’ll never set foot in this theater again.” He shook his head. “Talk about a ‘rising star’. Stupid bitch. She never was that good a director to begin with.”

Derek laughed. “The ‘rising star’ is going down.”

“Can’t wait to see her fail”, David said.

They looked at each other and shared a conspiratorial smile.



The director had chosen Derek and David for the tap dancing interlude because they looked very similar. Both of them were handsome and black haired, with muscular bodies and great looks. They were also the best and most popular dancers of the ballet company.

And they were both arrogant and aggressive, selfish and ambitious. Neither of them felt the need to hide their mean, smug personalities.

Of course, both of them were convinced that they were better than the other. But they found that working together to take their enemies down – or to make fun of people they thought were superior – was more effective than fighting each other. The relationship between Derek and David could almost be characterized as a friendship.

“You ready?” Derek said.

They looked into the wall-to-wall mirror on the opposite end of the room.

19 year old David was dressed similarly to Derek, with grey leggings and a tank top.

“Let’s get it over with”, David sighed.

Derek pushed a button on the remote control and a hideous techno version of Tchaikovsky’s classic music blared from the loudspeakers.

Derek and David rolled their eyes.

On cue, they started dancing.

The choreography was supposed to juxtapose the plot of the ballet, and the director hadn’t been coy about her intentions: She wanted a daring, shocking, vulgar and technically perfect tap dancing performance. Five minutes of tap dancing, choreographed in a way that it incorporated simulated sex, crude gestures and offensive moves.

David and Derek hated it.

They went through the motions, making their way across the room, tapping their feet, waving their hands, grabbing their crotches, pretending to have anal and oral sex, just like the choreography demanded.

When the music stopped, the two handsome dancers were panting heavily.

The sudden silence lasted only a second, though.

Roaring laughter echoed through the room.

“David, is that you?!” came a voice from the door, shaking with laughter. “What the fuck?!”

Derek’s and David’s heads turned toward the door.

Logan was laughing his ass off. The 18 year old high school wrestler was wearing loose sweat pants and a printed shirt that showed off his muscular arms. “This is hilarious!” he snorted, holding his belly. “Can you do that ass-fucking thing again so I can take a picture?”

“Shut up”, David hissed.

“Who’s that?” Derek raised his eyebrows, pointing at Logan.

“An asshole”, David said.

“Obviously”, Derek chuckled. “Do you know him?”

“Barely”, David said.

Logan was walking towards them. “This is what you do all day?” he laughed. He ran his hand through his blond hair and shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

“What are you doing here?” David barked.

“Does it matter?” Logan grinned.

“This is private property”, David poked his finger at Logan’s muscular chest. “Get the fuck out.”

“Not until I’ve taken a picture”, Logan grinned. “I’m sure the guys at the studio will love it.”

David’s eyes narrowed.

Logan smiled. “Are you rehearsing for a strip show? I thought you were doing ballet.” He chuckled. “Need some money on the side?”

Derek raised his eyebrows. “Shut up, asshole. Get out of here. Now.”

Logan chuckled and gave him the once-over. “Nice legs, sweetie.” He winked at Derek. “You might want to do something about the bulge, though. Stuff a sock into your pants or something.” He turned to David. “You know how that works, don’t you?”

Derek and David looked at each other.

“Come on”, Logan grinned. “I’m just pulling your legs.”

David turned to him, a cold smile on his face. “You know”, he said calmly. “Maybe we can show you a few steps. Get your phone out so you can take a picture.”

Logan grinned and reached into his pocket. “You’re a good sport, man.”

“Yeah”, David said icily.

Logan held the phone in front of him. “Okay. I’m ready.”

“Derek”, David turned to his friend. “Why don’t you go first. We were training for Swan Lake, but maybe you can show him a move from another Tchaikovsky ballet.”

Derek’s face lit up. “You mean...”

David grinned and nodded.

“It’s my favorite”, Derek grinned.

David let out a laugh. “Yeah, mine too.”

Derek turned to Logan who was holding the camera phone at him.

“Okay”, Logan grinned. “Show me some steps.”

Without a word, Derek drew his leg back and snap-kicked Logan’s crotch. The instep of his shiny tap dancing shoe connected with the impressive bulge in Logan’s sweat pants, flattening it and crunching his nuts hard.

Logan froze.

The phone dropped to the ground as he let out a long, wheezing groan.

“Good one”, David grinned.

“Thanks”, Derek chuckled. He smiled at Logan. “Do you want some more?”

Logan coughed, rubbing his crotch. “No, thanks”, he whispered hoarsely. “I’ve had enough.”

“Aww”, David said with an icy smile. “Don’t be shy. I’m sure Derek is more than happy to show you some more steps. Right, Derek?”

“Sure”, Derek grinned and brought his leg back again.

Logan looked up, his face contorted in pain. He opened his mouth to protest but all that came out was a high-pitched yelp when Derek’s foot snapped up between Logan’s thighs, the pointy tip crushing Logan’s tender babymakers.

“Ooooh”, David cringed in mock-sympathy as Logan doubled over in pain. He turned to Derek and the two handsome dancers high-fived, grinning from ear to ear.

Logan was groaning in pain, clutching his aching nuggets, his face a mask of pain.

“He’s got powerful legs, doesn’t he?” David grinned.

Logan nodded quickly, his eyes clenched shut. “Very powerful”, he mumbled in a strained voice.

“This is a pretty great way to let off some steam”, Derek grinned. “Hold his arms behind his back for me, okay?”

“My pleasure”, David chuckled and stepped behind Logan.

“Listen, guys”, Logan groaned. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should just go and---“

David’s foot came up between Logan’s thighs from behind, crushing his nuts into his body and making Logan scream in pain.

“Nope”, David grinned a Logan doubled over, clutching his gonads.

“Let me show you a couple more steps”, Derek smiled.

David grabbed Logan’s arms and held them behind his back.

“This is the scuffle”, Derek announced before kicking Logan’s nuts hard.

The handsome high school wrestler screamed in agony as his precious plums were turned into damson purée.

“And this is the riffle”, Derek grinned, smashing Logan’s balls with the tip of his foot.

Logan let out a high-pitched wail as his nuts were flattened like pancakes.

“You know”, David said with a wide smile, “maybe he should lie down.”

“Great idea”, Derek chuckled as David kicked Logan’s knee pit, making him collapse on the ground.

Once there, David made Logan lie on his back. The muscular dancer was straddling Logan’s upper body, his knees resting on Logan’s arms, his ass smothering Logan’s face, his hands holding Logan’s feet apart.

Derek stood between Logan’s spread legs and grinned. “Here we go”, he chuckled and started tap dancing, smashing Logan’s balls with every kick. Again and again and again and again, Derek crunched Logan’s nuts in rapid succession.

David and Derek were laughing their asses off as Logan screamed from the top of his lungs.

After five minutes of dancing and more than a hundred kicks and stomps to Logan’s nuts, Derek stopped to catch his breath.

Logan was whimpering and moaning.

“Do the shuffle-hop-step”, David grinned. “He’ll love that.”

“Alright”, Derek chuckled, wiping his sweaty brow with his arm. “But first let’s get rid of his pants.” He yanked Logan’s sweat pants down, revealing his bare genitals.

Derek’s dance steps had left their marks. Logan’s nuts were fiery red and severely swollen, and his dick didn’t look any better.

“Ooooooooh”, David cooed in a mocking voice.

“Tap dancing is hard”, Derek mused.

The two dancers burst out laughing.

Logan let out a muffled grunt.

“Oh shut up”, Derek said, driving his foot into Logan’s naked nuts and eliciting a soprano squeal that made David and Derek laugh out loud.

“Kick them some more”, David encouraged his partner.

Derek didn’t have to be told twice. He rammed his foot into Logan’s nutsack again and again, crushing its contents hard.

“What about a little stomp?” Derek suggested.

“Can’t hurt, can it?” David grinned. “Oh, wait…”

Derek laughed and raised his foot before stomping down hard. Logan’s swollen balls were squashed flat under Derek’s sole, and the handsome dancer made sure to twist his foot, eliciting all kinds of funny noises from Logan while his nuts were flattened like pancakes.

“Look at his fucking dick”, David laughed, nodding at Logan’s dick that was starting to fatten and rise.

“That’s what good dancing does”, Derek grinned. “It stimulates you.” He pulled his foot up and sent it crashing down again, squishing Logan’s bloated balls flat against the cold parquet floor.

“That’s some fucking good stimulation”, David chuckled, watching Logan’s dick grow harder and harder.

“Well, I’m a fucking good dancer”, Derek shrugged before stomping Logan’s nuts once more with all the force he could muster.

Logan screamed from the top of his lungs.

“I’ll say”, David grinned.

Logan’s cock was rock hard and leaking precum as Derek crunched his nuts energetically, delivering stomp after nut-shattering stomp to Logan’s rapidly swelling testicles.

Logan’s dick was twitching heavily, swinging from side to side with every kick.

“I think we’re close to the climax”, David laughed.

“Yeah, the grand finale”, Derek chimed in.

“Come on, kick the cum out of his fucking nuts”, David laughed.

Logan was grunting and groaning and panting heavily.

“Three!” Derek brought his leg back and kicked Logan’s crotch hard. The tip of his foot connected with Logan’s left nut, compressing the swollen orb to a fraction of its diameter.

Logan squealed like a pig in the slaughterhouse.

“Two!” Derek aimed for Logan’s right nut with his next kick, and it connected perfectly. The big, bloated testicle was flattened into Logan’s body.

Logan’s eyes filled with tears and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream.

“One!” Derek and David yelled in unison, just as Derek’s foot connected with both of Logan’s babymakers.

Logan’s scream went from silent to loud and clear, filling them room with an ear-piercing, high-pitched, barely human sound, as Logan’s dick erupted with a violent spurt of cum that shot up into the air, almost hitting the ceiling.

“Yay!” Derek and David cheered as Logan’s precious baby batter shot out of his cock.

“Look at that pathetic cock”, David said with a contemptuous chuckle.

Jet after jet of cum was sputtering out of Logan’s dick, a fountain of creamy spunk forcibly extracted from his swollen, pulsing spuds.

“Fucking loser”, Derek sneered before kicking Logan’s busy balls once more, making the handsome blond scream from the top of his lungs.

The kick forced another violent jet of cum out of Logan’s nuts before the flood subsided.

David got up and straightened his clothes. He spotted several cum stains on his tank top and on his leggings, and he let out a disgusted grunt. “Fucking bastard”, he growled, stepping between Logan’s thighs and bringing his heel down on Logan’s spent, sore nuggets, crushing them flat under his sole.

Logan let out a shrill squeal. A few more drops of cum trickled out of his dick as David twisted his heel, viciously grinding Logan’s nuts.

Derek spotted Logan’s phone on the ground and picked it up. “You wanted to take a picture, didn’t you?” he said with a mean grin, pointing the camera at Logan. “Here you are.”

David stepped away, allowing Logan to curl up in a little ball. He was covered in his own cum, his dick spent and red, his balls almost ridiculously swollen and bruised.

“Now get out before we show you a couple more steps”, Derek said with an icy smile, handing Logan his phone.

Logan let out a whimper and crawled out of the room, defeated and humiliated.

David looked at Derek. “This was kinda fun”, he chuckled.

“Yeah, I definitely needed a break”, Derek chimed in. “We should do this more often.”

“Maybe we can get that fucking loser to come again tomorrow?” David suggested.

Derek chuckled. “That fucking loser won’t cum again anytime soon…”

They burst out laughing.

“Okay, let’s get back to work”, David sighed.

Derek nodded.

They walked back to the far end of the room and Derek pushed a button on the remote control, starting the hideous tap dancing music again.