Sweet revenge (Chris meets Logan and Kev)

Special thanks to Chris for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves to get tied up and beaten!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

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

“I can’t believe he did that”, Kev said, slowly shaking his head.

Logan shrugged his shoulders.

“I mean, lashing out at two kids – that’s just not like him, right?” Kev said, running his hand through his short brown hair. The 20 year old stud was shirtless, wearing sweat pants and a baseball cap.

They were sitting on Kev’s bed in his dorm room. The bed was the only place in the room that wasn’t littered with worn clothes, shoes and underwear.

“My cousins told me they were playing a game”, Logan said, staring out of the window. He was 18 years old, a handsome blond with blue eyes and an attractive face. His tight t-shirt was showing off his muscular upper body, and he was wearing loose chinos and sneakers.

“A game?” Kev asked. “What kind of game?”

Logan grimaced. “They are pretty fascinated with stuff like Roshambo and Rock Paper Balls.”

Kev chuckled. “So they hit him in the nuts.”

“A couple of times”, Logan said. “But that’s no reason for him to lash out at them. I mean, they’re kids. I mean, Caleb is 12 and Jaden is 10 for fuck’s sake.”

“I’d say it’s a pretty good reason”, Kev chuckled. “You shouldn’t be allowed to hit someone in the junk if your own balls haven’t dropped yet…”

Logan glared at him and smacked him in the nuts hard with his fist.

Kev let out a dry cough and doubled over, clutching his crotch. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you. Jesus! No need to take it out on my nuts! Save your energy for Chris!” He groaned. “God, you got me good!

Logan grinned. “I guess it runs in the family…”

***

Chris looked at the text message on his phone and grinned.

It was from Kev, Chris’ team mate at the college soccer team.

“Come over. Urgent business. :-)” 

Urgent business.

Chris chuckled.

He was a hot young man, athletic and muscular, with very dark brown hair and a very handsome face. His body was immaculate. His eight-pack abs, his muscular chest, his clean-shaven face – he was the perfect package.

Chris was at the gym three times a week. Keeping his body in shape was a lot of work, but he enjoyed it. The best part of working out, though, was watching the other guys in the showers. Sure, they were muscular and athletic, just like him. But most of them were all show and no substance. Small dicks, average dicks, tiny dicks. How pathetic.

Chris, on the other hand, was blessed with a big, meaty dick and large, low-hanging balls to match. He was a grower AND a shower. Literally the perfect package.

He liked to show off his equipment, and he loved the look on his buddies’ faces when they saw his dick the first time. He had gotten a lot of laughs by pointing out the small dicks of his soccer team mates and his gym buddies, mocking them. Chris’ stock of tiny dick jokes was endless. If someone protested, Chris just smiled and replied, “You can’t complain about a little joke if you have a little joke dangling between your legs.” Another laugh. Another win.

Knowing his buddies’ dick sizes was a great way to get to their girlfriends as well. Most of them didn’t need much persuasion. Just let them know what they’re missing out on.

Chris chuckled.

He looked at Kev’s message again.

Urgent business.

Kev was different. Chris got along with Kev. Kev’s dick was about as big as Chris’. Maybe even a bit bigger. They were equal. Soul mates. Big-dicked soul mates.

Urgent business.

Kev probably had a couple of girls on his hands and needed back-up.

A nice, steamy gang bang was just what the doctor ordered.

Chris’ dick stirred in his pants.

Kev’s taste in girls was similar to Chris’, and their rate of consumption was comparable, too. The last time they had started a competition, trying to bed as many girls as possible in a month, it had ended in a draw. They had argued whether twins counted as one or two – but since they had both had a pair of twins, the discussion had led nowhere. Since then, they regularly sent pictures of their conquests to each other.

Of course, Chris’ girls usually were hotter than Kev’s. But Kev’s were alright, too.

Urgent business.

Chris fat dick was rock-hard in his pants.

“Don’t worry, the sex machine is on its way!” Chris texted back, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.

He arrived at Kev’s room a couple of minutes later.

He entered the door without knocking. “Kev, my man! Where are they?” he yelled, a wide grin on his face.

But it wasn’t Kev who was waiting for him.

Chris saw Logan’s fist coming at him.

Then he blacked out.

***

Chris opened his eyes.

It took a moment until he remembered where he was.

Someone was tugging at his left wrist, wrapping a piece of rope around it. Chris’ ankles were tied to the bed posts, spread apart. He was stripped to his underwear.

Chris’ eyes narrowed as he looked at his captor.

“Logan?!” he grunted. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

Logan stared at him, his blue eyes cold and filled with hate. “You’ll know soon enough”, he mumbled.

Chris’ mind raced. What the fuck was going on?! He knew Logan from high school, and they had seen each other now and then. Logan’s aunt and uncle lived across the street from Chris’ home. Why on earth was he doing tying Chris to the bed?

Whatever the reason – Chris knew that he had to do something. Now. His legs were tied. Logan was holding his left wrist. His right hand was free.

“Tell me about it later”, Chris muttered before punching Logan in the head as hard as he could with a powerful right hook.

Logan let out a guttural grunt as he stumbled backwards, letting go of Chris’ left hand.

Frantically, Chris untied his ankles. He was finished not a second too soon.

Logan lunged at him, roaring with anger, jumping onto him and ramming his knee into Chris’ stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

Chris let out an anguished grunt and retaliated with a hard punch to Logan’s kidney.

They struggled, rolling back and forth on Kev’s bed, grunting and groaning, trading punches, grabbing each others’ throats.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” Chris bellowed, aiming a hard punch at Logan’s handsome face.

Logan managed to duck the punch and rammed his elbow into Chris’ stomach, making him howl in pain.

“They’re kids for fuck’s sake!” Logan grunted, punching Chris straight in the face. “You don’t hit kids! They were frightened to death you stupid fuck!”

Chris screamed in pain. “What the fuck are you talking about?! I never---“

“Shut the fuck up!” Logan roared, pinning Chris down with his knees, sitting on his chest. He raised his fist. “I’m going to beat you up so fucking bad. Say goodbye to that handsome face! I’m going to beat it to a bloody pulp!” He punched Chris’ face hard, his fist colliding with Chris’ jaw, making him groan in pain.

“I’m going to teach you how to treat kids!” Logan bellowed, hitting Chris’ face again. “And I’m going to make sure you won’t have any of your own!”

Chris’ eyes widened. “What the fuck---“

“I’m going to crush your little nuts into peanut butter”, Logan hissed, wrapping his fingers around Chris’ throat and cutting off his air supply.

Chris let out a hoarse cough.

“A nice, big sack of creamy peanut butter”, Logan said with a mean grin as Chris frantically kicked his legs and moved his arms. “I bet Caleb and Jayden would find that pretty funny…”

Chris hands sneaked between Logan’s thighs and found his balls. Using the last of his strength, he clamped his fingers shut, squeezing Logan’s balls with all the force he could muster.

Logan let out a scream. His grip of Chris’ throat loosened, allowing Chris to catch his breath while squeezing the life out of Logan’s balls.

“Fuck you!” Logan screamed, trying to pry Chris’ hands away from his crotch.

“No”, Chris grunted. “Fuck YOU!”

A powerful punch to Logan’s jaw sent him flying off the bed. He landed hard on the ground, groaning in pain.

Chris rubbed his neck and got up, towering over Logan. “Fuck YOU”, he repeated, kicking Logan in the ribs, making him curl up in a ball, coughing.

“You fucking idiot”, Chris grunted. “You think you can crush my nuts, huh?” He kicked Logan’s side, eliciting a wheezing groan. “You fucking wimp!”

Too dizzy to fight back, Logan was stripped naked in a matter of seconds.

Chris grabbed Logan’s hands and yanked him onto the bed again.

His eyes fell on the pieces of rope that Logan had prepared, and his face broke into a grin. He tied Logan’s hands and feet to the bed posts, making sure that the rope was nice and tight, and that Logan’s body was sprawled out. He grabbed Logan’s junk and chuckled. Logan’s plump nuts were a little swollen from Chris’ squeeze. “Fucking idiot”, he grunted, smacking Logan’s balls hard.

Logan let out a groan and opened his eyes. He looked down his body, realizing that he was bare naked, vulnerable, exposed. His eyes met Chris’.

“So you wanted to castrate me, huh?” Chris said slowly, standing on Kev’s bed between Logan’s spread legs.

“Fuck you”, Logan croaked.

Chris brought his foot up and stomped down hard on Logan’s bare balls. His heel connected with Logan’s testicles, flattening them into his body and making him scream in pain.

But Logan was defiant.

“Fuck you!” he yelled, his face contorted in pain.

Chris chuckled. “You want another, huh?” He brought his foot down again, squashing Logan’s balls under his heel.

Every muscle in Logan’s body tensed. He brought his head back and screamed from the top of his lungs.

Again and again, Chris stomped down on Logan’s balls, viciously crushing Logan’s nuts and stamping on Logan’s meaty dick now and then for good measure.

Logan was screaming and yelling, panting and moaning as Chris wreaked havoc on his manhood.

When Chris grew tired of stomping Logan’s dick and balls, he took a rest, squatting down between Logan’s thighs and punching Logan’s ballsack as if it was a punching bag. Punch after nut-crunching punch found Logan’s rapidly swelling nuts.

Logan’s screams filled the room, mixing with the sound of Chris’ knuckles connecting with Logan’s testicles.

“I’ll show you how to crush some nuts!” Chris growled, getting up and stepping onto Logan’s nuts.

Logan screamed from the top of his lungs as his balls were flattened under the weight of Chris’ athletic body.

“Got enough?” Chris grinned, twisting his feet and grinding Logan’s nuts under his soles.

“Fuck you!” Logan squealed, his face a mask of pain.

“Fucking idiot”, Chris grunted. A mean grin on his face, he started jumping up and down, making Logan wail in agony as his balls were used as a trampoline.

Logan’s eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth open wide in a silent scream as he mercifully passed out.

Chris took a step back and hunkered down to assess the damage. Rolling Logan’s fat plums between his fingers, he chuckled. They felt soft and squishy.

Logan opened his eyes and let out a wheezing groan. His naked body was covered in sweat. He looked down at his crotch where Chris was fumbling with his nuts.

Chris sneered at him.

Logan let out a hoarse cough. “Are they---“

Chris looked at him, a blank expression on his face.

Logan’s voice was almost toneless. “Are they---”

Chris chuckled. “You’re wondering if your nuts are history?” he said casually before squeezing Logan’s nuts as hard as he could using both of his hands.

Logan let out an ear-piercing scream.

“Nope, they’re not”, Chris said. “Not yet, anyway…” He let go of Logan’s nuts and scratched his chin.

Logan was panting and moaning, writhing against his restraints.

“Maybe I should crush them for good”, Chris said slowly. He looked Logan in the eyes. “What do you think?”

Logan let out a groan.

“I asked you a question”, Chris said, punching Logan’s nuts hard.

Logan gritted his teeth, letting out a guttural grunt.

“Answer me, for fuck’s sake”, Chris yelled, throwing another hard punch at Logan’s swollen, bruised nuts and making them bounce inside their sack as Logan screamed in agony.

“Fuck you!” Logan yelled. “Fuck you and---“

“I guess that’s an answer”, Chris interrupted him, getting up before dropping knee-first into Logan’s crotch, eliciting a high-pitched wail of pain.

Logan was writhing in pain, his eyes clenched shut.

Chris straddled him and grabbed his face with one hand. “Look at me”, he growled. “Fucking look at me!”

Logan opened his eyes. They were filled with tears.

“I’m going to destroy you”, Chris said slowly. “I’m going to crush your balls like grapes. I’m going to make you regret that you ever had them in the first place.” He squeezed hard, making Logan’s lips pucker. “Do you hear me?!”

Logan stared at him, his eyes filled with fear.

Suddenly, the door opened and Kev entered the room. “You done, Logan? I heard that fucker’s screams downstairs. Fuck, you showed that motherfucker. I bet he---“

Kev stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Logan tied to the bed, Chris hovering over him.

“What the fuck?!” Kev gasped.

Chris turned his head. “You fucking asshole! You lured me into a trap!”

He jumped off the bed, attacking Kev who countered with a hard, well-placed kick to Chris’ crotch.

Chris let out a throaty grunt, doubling over in pain, and Kev followed up with a right hook that knocked Chris out cold.

Kev shook his head slowly and walked to the bed. “What the fuck happened?” he said while freeing Logan.

Logan told Kev, his voice hoarse and tired.

When he was finished, Kev looked at him. “What now?”

Logan grimaced, putting on his clothes, his legs shaky, his face contorted in pain. “What do you think?” He bit his lower lip, tying the shoelaces of his well-worn sneakers.

Kev nodded slowly. “Payback time.”

“Payback time”, Logan repeated, looking at Chris who was lying flat on the ground.

Together, Kev and Logan stripped Chris naked and placed him on the bed.

Logan grabbed the rope.

“Let me do that”, Kev said. “We don’t want him breaking free again.”

When they were done, they double-checked the knots. Satisfied with their work, they woke Chris up with a hard, precise kick to his balls.

Chris’ eyes opened wide and he let out an anguished roar.

“Welcome back”, Kev said grimly.

Chris groaned.

Logan and Kev were standing on the bed, looking down at Chris.

“Kev”, Chris croaked. “You have to believe me, I---“

“Shut up”, Logan grunted and stuffed Chris’ socks into his mouth, muffling his protest and making him trash around violently.

Without a word, Logan kicked Chris’ bare balls with all the force he could muster.

If it hadn’t been for the socks that were filling his mouth, Chris scream would have sent shivers down Kev’s and Logan’s spines. But thanks to the improvised gag, it was nothing but a pitiful, muffled croak.

Logan kicked Chris nuts again and again, the pain in his own testicles egging him on.

“Wow, you’re angry”, Kev chuckled.

“This is for Jaden”, Logan grunted, ramming Chris’ balls into his body. “And this is for Caleb”, he said. His sneaker-clad foot connected with Chris nuts with a resounding splat. “And this”, Logan brought his leg back, “this is for me.”

With that, he kicked Chris’ nuts as hard as he could.

Chris let out a gurgling grunt, and tears started running down his cheeks.

Logan turned to Kev. “Wanna have a go?”

Kev shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not my fight.”

Logan nodded and turned his attention to Chris again.

“Then again”, Kev continued with a grin. “I can’t miss a chance to ruin his sex life, can I?” He winked at Chris who stared back at him, his eyes filled with horror. “You’ve been mucking up my turf for long enough, Chris. Sorry, but I gotta think of myself first…”

Chris writhed and struggled but Kev’s foot hit his nuts dead-on. They were squashed flat between the tip of Kev’s foot and Chris’ own body, making him wail in agony.

Again and again, Kev kicked Chris’ nuts while Logan focused on Chris’ upper body, kicking his abs and his chest.

Chris was in a world of pain. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he screamed from the top of his lungs.

After a particularly bad kick to his nuts, Chris passed out, only to be brought back by a couple of hard smacks to his face.

It was Logan’s turn at Chris’ testicles again. Remembering one of Chris’ most vicious attacks, he stood on Chris’ genitalia, looking down at him, a grim, determined expression on his face.

“Ouch”, Kev grinned. “I wanna try that, too!”

“Be my guest”, Logan said, making room for Kev.

Kev was heavier than Logan, and the look on Chris’ pain-contorted face was a clear indicator that the extra weight didn’t go unnoticed by Chris’ battered balls.

The two tender orbs were severely swollen, bloated and bruised.

But Logan and Kev were not done, yet.

Taking a page from Chris’ book, they squatted down and started punching Chris’ nuts.

Their fists rained down on Chris’ red, throbbing testicles.

“This is almost like a work-out routine”, Kev mused.

For the first time that day, Logan smiled. “We should do this every week.”

“If his balls survive this day”, Kev quipped.

Logan and Kev laughed.

The brief moment of levity was quickly replaced by another phase of grim industriousness as the two handsome jocks pummeled their captive’s testicles with a series of hard punches.

Chris’ screams had turned into low, muffled grunts, and he wasn’t putting too much of a fight up any more.

His balls were almost ridiculously swollen, dwarfing his large, shriveled dick, making his proud member look pathetic and small.

When Chris passed out again, Kev and Logan decided to take a break.

“Do you want to ruin him for good?” Kev asked.

“I don’t know”, Logan said. “Maybe.”

Kev nodded.

Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. “Let me take a quick picture”, he said.

Kev raised his eyebrows.

“For my cousins”, Logan explained as he walked over to the bed and took a picture of Chris’ face.

It didn’t look to horrifying – after all, Logan didn’t want to give his cousins nightmares – but the slaps and the punches to his face had left some marks. The dried tears on Chris’ cheeks and the sock stuffed into his mouth were visible, and Logan was pretty happy with the sight.

He sent it to his Caleb’s phone number and turned to Kev.

“Now we can ruin him”, Logan said.

Kev chuckled and rubbed his hands. “Alright.”

Suddenly, Logan’s phone rang. It was Caleb’s number.

“Wait a second”, Logan said. “Don’t start without me.”

Kev looked a little disappointed as Logan left the room.

He looked at Chris. Poor guy. But it was his own fault.

A groan from Chris indicated that he was waking up.

Kev walked over to him. “There’s a valuable lesson here: Don’t lash out at a pair of kids if you can’t suffer the consequences.”

Chris stared back at him.

The door opened and Logan returned.

“Alright, let’s do this”, Kev said with a grin, looking at Chris’ manhood.

“Wait”, Logan said sheepishly. “I think I’ve made a mistake.”

Kev turned to him. “What do you mean?”

Logan bit his lower lip. “I just talked to Caleb. There seems to be a misunderstanding.” He cleared his throat. “Apparently, it didn’t happen the way I thought.”

Kev raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Well”, Logan continued. “Seems like I got it wrong.”

“What?” Kev said.

“The whole things, I guess”, Logan said. He paused. “Chris didn’t lash out at them.”

Kev thought for a moment. “So we don’t trash his testicles?”

Logan shook his head.

A sigh of relief escaped Chris’ mouth.

“I think I owe him an apology”, Logan said feebly.

“Nonsense”, Kev said quickly. “He threatened to castrate you. We did nothing he didn’t do to you.”

“Well”, Logan scratched his head. “I started the whole thing, and---“

“Nonsense”, Kev insisted.

Logan let out a sigh.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this”, Kev said.

Logan bit his lower lip.

“You know what?” Kev said. “You go home and get some rest. I’ll deal with Chris.”

Logan grimaced.

“Trust me”, Kev said. “It’s for the best.”

Logan nodded slowly. He grabbed his things and left.

Kev turned to Chris and pulled the sock out of his mouth.

Chris let out a throaty grunt. “Thanks”, he croaked. “Thank god this is over…”

Kev smiled.

Chris swallowed. His throat was dry. “Untie me now, okay?”

Kev let out a sigh. “As much as I would like to untie you”, he said with a smile, “I just can’t.”

“What?!”

“See”, Kev said. “The girls are mad about you. They like you. They like your looks. They like the way you fuck them.” He paused. “You’re ruining them for us.” He shook his head. “We can’t have that.”

Chris stared at him. “What are you talking about?!”

“Don’t take my word for it”, Kev said, getting up and heading for the door. He stepped into the hallway and yelled. “Guys!” He brought his fingers to his mouth and let out a loud whistle. “Guys! House meeting!”

Slowly, the room filled with guys.

Chris knew them all.

They were his buddies. They played soccer together, they went out together, they drank together.

Unfortunately, he had slept with most of their girlfriends, too.

Laughter and cheers echoed through the room when the guys spotted Chris, tied up, naked, his balls black and blue.

“About fucking time!” someone yelled.

“Serves him right!” another one chimed in.

“Let’s fuck him up!”

The room was filled with roars of approval.

Chris couldn’t believe his ears.

Here he was, totally at his buddies’ mercy.

“Kev”, he croaked. “Buddy.”

Kev ignored him. “Alright”, he clapped his hands. “Who wants to go first?”