7 days of pain: Day 1 (Kev, Colin and Ben)

Special thanks to our reader Richard Rock who came up with the idea for this story!

If you want to read another story feat. Justin Bieber and you don’t mind brutal violence and permanent damage, you might want to check out “Rage and Revenge”.

Featured in this story: Ben, Colin and Kev (click for pictures)

Say what you will about Reality TV, this was one of the greatest ideas ever.

My team was brimming with excitement. They always loved having a celebrity over for a guest appearance, but this time was going to be unlike anything they had ever experienced.

Most of us had heard about the game show “7 days of pain” where one contestant was locked in a creatively equipped torture chamber for a week, enduring all kinds of humiliating and painful ordeals by the hands of six other contestants. At the end of the week, the viewers voted for their favorite torture method, and the winning contestant was treated to another chance at inflicting pain.

It sounded bleak and cruel – but the producers somehow managed to make it look funny and very entertaining. It was a runaway hit, building on the success of shows like “Silent Library” and “The Pain Game”, lifting the concept of schadenfreude to a completely new level.



I had no idea how the producers had managed to convince Justin Bieber to star in a celebrity edition of “7 days of pain” – and, frankly, I didn’t care. What mattered was that they had asked me to provide six groups of torturers who were going to have their way with Justin Bieber.

The producers had been very clear about their vision: While the regular show used all kinds of different torture methods, the special edition was going to focus on Justin Bieber’s genitalia, and his genitalia only.

Apparently, everybody was very keen on seeing the handsome superstar’s nuts crushed. I had to admit that I wasn’t surprised. He was pretty annoying, and his arrogant and loutish behavior on stage and off stage was insufferable.

I had asked some of our most creative and vicious models to take part in this, and they were enthusiastic.

Now we were at the set for the first day of shooting.

The set consisted of a large, brightly colored room. There were several candy-colored constructions, devices and instruments that made me grimace at the thought about what was about to happen…

Kev, Ben and Colin were engaged in a heated game of sack tap, each of them shielding their own crotch as they tried socking each other in the balls.

The three 20 year old jocks were having a great time. They were shirtless, wearing short sweat pants and sneakers. With their handsome faces and their muscular abs and chests, they looked straight out of an Abercrombie and Fitch commcerial.

Kev let out a loud yelp as his nuts were crushed by a particularly good sack tap. He ran his hand through his brown hair, his face contorted in pain. “Good one”, he said in a strained voice as his friends burst out laughing.

“Yeah, that was---“ Ben was interrupted by a hard smack in the balls. His brown eyes lost focus for a second and he groaned in pain and doubled over, clutching his crotch. He had full head of black hair that looked like he needed a hair cut.

“Yay!” Colin cheered, clapping his hands, watching his buddies writhe in pain. His hair was dark blond and very short, accentuating his handsome face.

Colin’s joy was short-lived, though, as his friends teamed up on him, throwing him to the ground and punching his nuts as they laughed and cheered.

“Guys”, I said sternly.

The cameramen were turning their head, chuckling as they saw the three college studs clown around.

“We’re not here for fun”, I said, raising my eyebrows.

“Okay, let’s call it a truce”, Kev suggested.

Ben and Colin agreed.

They were rubbing their crotches, chuckling.

“He’s gonna be here any minute”, I said.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on Justin Bieber’s fucking nuts”, Ben chuckled, grabbing his own crotch. “I bet they are tiny, like raisins.”

The three studs laughed.

“Yeah, I bet he’s a tiny-dicked asshole with balls the size of peas”, Colin grinned.

Kev punched his fist into the palm of his hand. “We’re gonna destroy that bastard’s little peanuts!”

“Turn them into peanut butter”, Colin chimed in.

“Can you imagine all those fans of his”, Kev grinned, “watching as we destroy their idol’s manhood.”

They roared with laughter.

Suddenly, there was a commotion.

We turned our heads and watched Justin Bieber make his entrance into the studio. He was surrounded by his entourage.

“What about Asia?” the superstar barked. He was shirtless, his muscular upper body covered in tattoos. A baseball cap was sitting on his head and his blue jeans were hanging low, exposing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He was wearing large white sneakers.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was dressed like a bad boy from the hood, but the tattoos and the clothes didn’t fit with his boyish face. He looked like a school boy dressed up for Halloween.

“Yeah, Asia as well”, one of his minions replied, nodding his head. “It’s going to be broadcast all over the world.”

“I have a lot of fans in Asia”, Justin Bieber said.

“You do”, another minion said quickly. “You have fans all over the world, and they’re all going to watch this.”

Justin laughed. “See? I told you this is the place to be. Did you know that Nick fucking Jonas almost got the gig?”

His minions gasped in unison.

“Nick Jonas?!”

“You can’t be serious!”

“He’s such a jerk!”

“I’m sure he’ll turn green with envy…”

Justin looked pleased. “Yeah. Fucking jerk. I’m gonna show him how it’s done. I’m gonna show the world that nothing can break me. I got fucking balls of steel. I’m Justin fucking Bieber!”

His minions nodded their heads.

“Balls of steel, that’s right!”

“This is gonna be a piece of cake!”

“You’ll be a hero!”

“Everybody will want to get fucked by you!”

“Yeah, every single one of us!”

The crowd came to an abrupt halt.

Everybody looked at the young man who had uttered the last words.

Justin’s eyes narrowed. “You fucking gay or what?”

The young man blushed. He adjusted his glasses. A bead of sweat was running down his forehead. “I--- I was just--- I got---“

Justin brought his leg back and kicked him in the balls with all the force he could muster.

The rest of his minions cringed in sympathy.

The young man doubled over, coughing and groaning, cupping his crotch. His eyes were twitching. “I think you broke them”, he whispered.

“You’re fired”, Justin said matter-of-factly, turning away.

The crowd moved on, leaving the bespectacled young man behind, groaning and whimpering in pain.

“Mr. Bieber”, the producer said with a bright smile. “So good to see you.”

The singer looked around.

“Welcome to day 1 of ‘7 days of pain’”, the producer said, shaking the superstar’s hand. “I’m afraid you’ll have to say goodbye to your team now. They can’t be on the set. I’m sorry.”

Justin Bieber’s minions protested, but a wave of the singer’s hand made them go silent.

After they had left the studio, the producer introduced Justin to Kev, Ben and Colin.

“You’re going to try and break my balls, huh?” Justin smirked.

“Oh yeah, we’re gonna try”, Kev chuckled.

“Well, good luck”, Justin said, grabbing his crotch. “Cause I got balls of steel.”

“Yeah”, Colin grinned. “Balls of steel my ass.”

Justin let out a laugh. “You’ll see. Nobody’s going to break my balls.”

“Mr. Bieber”, the producer smiled. “This way, please.”

A couple of minutes later he was back, wearing nothing but his Calvin Kleins.

“Ready when you are, Mr. Bieber”, the producer said. “It’s gonna be a twenty-two minutes session. We’re not gonna stop for the commercial breaks. You do whatever these guys tell you to.”

Kev, Ben and Colin grinned.

“Any questions?” the producer asked.

“What’s the safeword?” Justin Bieber said casually.

The producer raised his eyebrows. “There is no safeword.”

Kev, Ben and Colin chuckled.

For a second, it seemed like Justin Bieber was nervous. But then he shrugged his shoulders. “Okay. Sure, no problem.”

A few minutes later, they were ready to start.

Justin Bieber was standing in the middle of the set, a smug grin on his face.

Kev, Ben and Colin were surrounding him.

“Action!” the producer shouted.

Kev looked at Justin and grinned. “Hi there.”

Justin smirked.

Ben and Colin put their hands on the singer’s muscular shoulders.

“My buddies and I are in desperate need of a training session”, Kev grinned. “Right, guys?”

“Fuck yeah”, Colin chuckled.

“Can’t wait to get started”, Ben chimed in.

“And we thought we’d use your nuts for our training”, Kev continued, grabbing Justin’s underwear and ripping it off his body.

The singer’s massive cock and big, low-hanging balls swung happily from side to side.

I was impressed.

I had attributed Justin Bieber’s public antics to an inferiority complex rooted in the miniscule size of his genitalia. But that theory was soundly debunked by the fat, thick sausage and the two juicy meatballs that dangled between the singer’s muscular thighs.

Justin chuckled. “Bring it on.”

Ben and Colin stared at Justin’s equipment, mesmerized by the massive sight of his most precious possessions.

Kev was unfazed. He kicked Justin’s nuts hard. His sneaker-clad foot slammed into Justin’s juicy plums, flattening them and making the singer let out an anguished grunt. His face contorted in pain and he gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his composure.

“Tie him up”, Kev nodded at his buddies. “We don’t have all day…”

Colin and Ben laughed and heaved the singer up onto a platform in the middle of the stage. The platform was equipped with a strategically placed hole in the middle that was just the right size for a big cock and a pair of nuts.

The singer was tied to the platform, lying on his stomach. He smiled into the camera, with an almost too confident expression on his face.

“I say, bring it on”, Justin smirked. “I got balls of steel, remember? You’re only gonna hurt yourselves…”

Kev, Ben and Colin stood below the platform, watching Justin’s dick and balls that were dangling through the hole, just a couple of inches over their heads.

Kev grabbed a pair of boxing gloves and put them on. “You heard him. Balls of steel. We don’t want to hurt ourselves”, he chuckled before punching Justin’s nuts with his gloved fist, making him grunt through his gritted teeth.

His dick and balls were smashed to the side, smacking against the platform with a wet splat before swinging back, only to be met with another hard punch.

“Is that all you got, asshole?” Justin grumbled, his eyes twitching as the pain washed through his body.

Ben and Colin were laughing their asses off as Kev pummeled Justin’s nuts with punch after nut-shattering punch, sending Justin’s nuts flying back and forth.

The singer was having a hard time keeping his composure. His face was contorted in pain. He tried not to scream, instead mocking his assailants and insulting them – but after more than two dozen hard punches to his delicate testicles, he started squealing like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

Kev was dancing like a boxer while trying out all kinds of vicious combinations on Justin’s poor bieberberries, mixing straight punches with circle punches, changing his fist every two or three blows, and occasionally throwing in a hard uppercut, flattening Justin’s balls into the platform.

The superstar singer’s sweet spuds were swelling rapidly, taking on the color of a ripe tomato, as he grunted and groaned, moaned and screamed in agony.

Ben and Colin watched Kev work over Justin’s manhood, cheering and clapping their hands as he sent those balls flying again and again and again.

“My turn!” Ben yelled, shoving Kev away before throwing a bare-fisted punch at Justin’s fat, swollen nuggets. His fist connected with Justin’s right nut, his knuckles squishing the tender testicle into the hard wooden platform, flattening it like a meaty pancake.

Justin let out a high-pitched wail, his handsome face a mask of pain.

“That’s quality television!” Kev mused to the roaring laughter of his friends.

Ben’s next punch was aimed at Justin’s left nut, and it was right on target, eliciting a soprano howl from Justin as his precious jewel was all but turned to diamond dust.

Ben continued his assault on the megastar’s meatballs, pummeling the two swollen, bloated orbs as if he was trying to turn them to mush.

Kev let out a laugh. “Picture all the girls at home, watching Justin Bieber’s nuts get crushed.”

Colin chuckled. “That’s gotta be hard.”

“That’s more than you can say about his cock”, Kev mused, pointing at the singer’s floppy dick that was swinging wildly as Ben used Justin’s nuts like a speed bag.

“Guys, look!” Ben yelled, jumping up and bringing his leg up at the same time, delivering a devastating kick to Justin’s manhood that smashed his nuts against the platform.

Justin screamed from the top of his lungs.

“Wow!” Colin laughed.

“That was awesome!” Kev chimed in.

Ben did his impressive athletic trick again, snapkicking Justin’s nuts against the hard surface of the platform.

The sound of the Justin’s tender balls getting squished flat made me wince in sympathy.

Colin and Kev cheered and clapped their hands as Ben kicked Justin’s meaty balls again and again, smashing them flat and making Justin sound less like a superstar singer and more like an embarrassing first round loser at “So You Think You Can Yodel”.

The famous crooner’s voice cracked as his bloated balls were viciously smashed time and time again. His handsome face was contorted in pain and his eyes were clenched shut.

I noticed some of the cameramen chuckling and grinning. Seeing Justin Bieber’s manhood get smashed was a very satisfying experience.

When Ben got tired of jumping up and kicking Justin’s swollen and bruised ballsack, Colin stepped up to the plate.

He grabbed a heavy wooden baseball bat and weighed it in his hand.

“Ooooh”, Kev grimaced with a grin.

“Time to crack the piñata”, Colin mused, causing Ben and Kev to laugh out loud.

“Yeah, crack it wide open”, Kev chuckled.

Colin looked up at Justin’s bloated nuts, poking the swollen sack with the business end of the stick.

Justin winced. In an attempt to put up a brave front, he looked at the camera and mumbled, “Balls of steel.” But his pain-contorted face and his trembling voice gave him away. His handsome face was sweaty and pale, and I almost felt sorry for him.

Colin smashed Justin’s ballbag with the baseball bat, making his nuts swing back and forth, smacking against the platform left and right.

Justin’s jaw dropped and his eyes crossed.

Kev and Ben burst out laughing as Colin prepared for the next strike.

The baseball bat hit Justin’s balls with admirable precision and incredible force. Justin’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his balls flew about in his sack.

By now, his bloated sack was black and blue, and the collateral damage on his dick was a truly nasty sight. There was a big bruise on the head of his cock and his shaft looked like it had been put through a mangle.

Kev looked at his watch. “Three more minutes”, he said. “I don’t think you’ll crack open that piñata, Colin.”

Colin chuckled. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I mean, his nuts have to last another six days, right? We need to leave something for the others…”

The three guys laughed.

Kev looked around and found a piece of rope. He tied it around the neck of Justin’s ballsack before separating the two swollen orbs from each other and attaching a heavy weight to it.

When he let go of the weight, Justin’s sack was yanked down harshly, eliciting a soprano wail from the famous singer.

“I think we’ll leave him hanging like this”, Kev grinned, playfully kicking the weight and causing it to swing back and forth, making Justin scream in agony.

A bell signaled the end of the session, and Kev, Colin and Ben walked off the set without looking at Justin whose eyes were closed, his face a mask of pain.

“That was fun”, Kev grinned.

“Not for him”, Ben chuckled.

“I bet he’s looking forward to tomorrow”, Colin chimed in.

They roared with laughter.

“Hey”, Justin Bieber croaked. “Hello?”

The camera crew ignored him.

“Hello?” Justin repeated. “Anybody?”

We walked out of the studio.

“Could somebody please untie me?” Justin whimpered, the heavy weight swinging form his nutsack.

“We’re going to film a couple of inserts now”, the producer’s voice came over the PA. “Then we’ll do the interview with you. It’s gonna take an hour or two. Thanks for your patience.”

The door closed behind us and we walked over to our cars.

Tomorrow: The second day of pain for Justin Bieber, featuring Cal and Brandon, a humbler and a vise.