Humbled (Darren meets Logan)

Special thanks to Darren for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who likes to fight dirty!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Logan grinned as he slapped Darren’s butt. “I win”, he chuckled. “Again.”

The handsome high school wrestler adjusted his wrestling singlet and ran his hand through his ruffled blond hair. He got up and smiled at his opponent.

Darren mumbled something unintelligible.

Logan lifted his hand to his ear. “What was that?” he grinned. “Say it again, please.”

Darren looked up and glared at Logan.

They were both 18 years old, and they both went to the same gym to practice wrestling.

Logan was one of the most popular guys in his school, Bartlet High, captain of the wrestling team, well-liked by teachers and students alike.

He had met Darren at the gym and they had become training partners.

Darren was a strong, muscular guy but his wrestling technique wasn’t as refined as Logan’s.

“Fuck you”, Darren mumbled.

Logan clicked his tongue and wiggled his finger at Darren. “That’s not what I want to hear, buddy. Now try again.”



Darren stared at him. He ran his hand through his dark red hair and got up.

“Try again”, Logan said patiently, smiling at Darren. “What’s the word?”

Darren rolled his eyes. “Come on, man.”

“What’s the word?” Logan repeated with a grin. “I’m waiting.”

It wasn’t like Logan to harp on about defeating an opponent – but he knew Darren hated it, and Logan just couldn’t resist teasing him.

Darren was a cocky guy, smug and self-absorbed, and he loved showing off his superior muscles and his strength. There was something deeply satisfying about having him admit defeat.

“I’m waiting”, Logan repeated patiently.

“Congratulations”, Darren mumbled.

Logan laughed. “That’s it! Wasn’t too hard, was it?”

Darren turned on his heels and walked to the locker room, Logan’s laughter ringing in his ears.

“Don’t worry”, Logan yelled. “One day you’ll win. Maybe.“

The door slammed shut and Logan chuckled, slowly shaking his head as he followed Darren into the locker room.

Usually, Darren took a shower after practice and left without saying a word. A week later, he’d act as if nothing had happened. He’d flex his muscles and challenge Logan to another match – only to be defeated once again.

Today was different.

When Logan came out of the showers, Darren was waiting for him, fully dressed, a stern look on his face. “I want another match.”

Logan grinned. His body was dripping wet as he grabbed a towel and started rubbing off his naked bodies. “You can’t wait to get beaten again, huh?”

Darren ignored the taunt. “But this time it’s different.”

Logan lowered his towel and smiled at him. He made no effort to conceal his genitalia. His big dick and his fat, low-hanging balls were dangling between his thighs as he smiled at his opponent. “Different?”

Darren nodded. “We’ll do it after hours, and we’ll have a few extra rules. Rule number one: No clothes.”

Logan chuckled and raised his arms, nodding at his crotch. “I have no problem with nudity. I always thought you didn’t want to show your dick.” He smiled innocently. “You don’t mind if I bring a couple of friends, do you?”

Darren smirked. “Not at all.”

“Great”, Logan said and winked at Darren. “Don’t worry, they’re not judgmental about small dicks…”

Darren’s eyes narrowed. “Rule number two: No holds are barred.”

Logan laughed. “Oh man, you must think this is shocking, huh? Trust me, that doesn’t shock me at all. If you wanna fight dirty we’ll fight dirty. Just remember that it was you who suggested this.” He winked at Darren. “I don’t want to get into a fight with your girlfriend or boyfriend because you can’t fulfill your spousal duties…”

“Rule number three”, Darren said. “The winner gets to leave the loser tied up overnight. The owner will find him the next morning.”

Logan raised his eyebrows. “You’re serious about this?”

Darren smiled. “Dead serious.”

“Okay”, Logan said slowly. “I’ve been playing along with this so far. But this…” He shook his head. “This is going a bit far, don’t you think?”

Darren’s face broke into a cold smile. “You in or out?”

Logan sighed. “Darren. How do I put this? I’ve beaten you every time. I’ll admit that I find it really amusing to see you lose. But I really don’t want to see you get humiliated.”

Darren’s smile intensified. “You want to chicken out?”

“You really wanna do this?” Logan said, an amused expression on his face.

Darren held out his hand.

“I’ll bring my friends”, Logan said. “And I’ll take lots of pictures.”

Darren smiled, his hand extended.

“Don’t say you haven’t been warned”, Logan chuckled before shaking Darren’s hand.

***

When Logan told his friends at school about the upcoming match, they were excited.

Speedy, a lanky kid with spiky blond hair, playfully smacked Logan’s nuts and grinned. “You’re going for the balls, right?”

Logan laughed, rubbing the bulge in his jeans. “Of course I am. I mean, he asked for it, right?”
Speedy laughed. “I can’t wait to see it!” He turned to his friends. “Right?”

Seth grimaced and ran his hand through his black hair. “I dunno”, he said, adjusting his glasses. “It sounds kinda mean.”

Logan smiled at him. “You don’t know Darren. He thinks he’s the king of the world. He definitely deserves it…”

Seth chuckled. “If you say so…”

“So you’re gonna come?” Logan said.

Seth nodded. “Sure.”

Logan turned to the rest of the group. “What about you?”

Leroy, a tall black guy with short, curly black hair, shrugged his shoulders. “I’m in.”

“Me too”, CJ chimed in. He was a cute guy with red hair and a nose-piercing. “Show him, Logan!”

All eyes were on Gary, a handsome young man with dark blond hair and brown eyes. “I’m not gonna stay at home while you’re having a great time watching Logan beat the shit out of that bastard, right?” he said with a chuckle.

“Make sure to take a lot of pictures”, Logan chuckled. “It’s gonna be a great show…”

***

Logan’s friends had taken their places on the ground, leaning against the wall.

There was no designated fighting area. The whole gym the battle ground and the pieces of training equipment that were all around, weights and benches, treadmills and rowing machines, jump ropes and speedbags, were considered permissible tools in the dirty fight that Logan and Darren had agreed on.

Logan looked at his friends and smiled. “Get your cameras ready”, he grinned. “I’m gonna kick his fucking ass.”

The handsome high school wrestler was buck naked, his athletic body on full display. He had a perfect body, tanned and tight, with muscles in all the right places. His big, fat dick was pointing to the ceiling, standing testament to his excitement, with his plump, heavy balls dangling low in their sack.

Judging from Darren’s massive erection, he was just as excited as Logan. His massive tool was a bit larger than Logan’s, and his balls looked slightly bigger than Logan’s fat, juicy plums.

“You ready?” Darren said, a grim expression on his face.

Logan smiled at him. “Sure.”

Logan’s friends started whooping and cheering as Logan and Darren faced off, circling each other.

Then, out of nowhere, Darren grabbed a balance board that was sitting on the ground and whacked Logan over the head with it.

Logan let out a groan and stumbled backwards, disoriented, raising his hands.

Darren dropped the balance board and grabbed Logan by the shoulders. He brought his knee up hard between Logan’s thighs. His kneecap connected with Logan’s bulging ball bag, crushing his nuts against his body.

Logan’s friends went silent, their faces filled with horror as Logan let out a wheezing groan.

“Fuck”, Logan croaked, grabbing his nuts. “You weren’t kidding about fighting dirty, huh?”

His friends chuckled but they were growing increasingly uneasy.

“Fuck you, smartass”, Darren replied and punched Logan in the face, making him howl in agony.

Logan was sent back, landing on the ground, clenching his jaw as he rubbed his face.

There was some nervous mumbling between Logan’s friends, and it intensified when Darren grabbed a towel from a nearby bench and approached Logan.

Before Logan knew what hit him, Darren wrapped the towel around Logan’s neck and pulled it tight.
Logan’s friends protested as they watched their buddy gasp for breath, his head turning purple, his hands gripping on the towel, trying to ease the pressure on his throat.

When Logan was on the verge of passing out, Darren released the grip on the towel.

Logan was panting heavily, massaging his neck.

“This is easier than I imagined”, Darren said with a cold smile. “Get up, buddy, don’t you wanna fight back?”

Logan groaned and slowly stood up.

Darren instantly floored him with a well placed towel-snap to his dangling testicles that made his friends cringe in sympathy.

“Ouch, that’s gotta hurt”, CJ mumbled, grimacing as he rubbed his own crotch.

“I hope Logan has made a visit to the sperm bank”, Speedy said slowly. It wasn’t clear whether it was a joke or not.

Logan was doubled over, clutching his crotch.

Darren threw the towel away and looked down at Logan, a menacing grin on his face. “God, you’re pathetic”, he mumbled before kicking Logan in the ribs with all the force he could muster.

“This isn’t going well”, Seth muttered.

His buddies nodded slowly as they watched Darren grab Logan’s legs and spread them in a wide V.
Logan’s eyes widened in terror as Darren raised his foot and stomped down hard on Logan’s nuts, flattening his tender testicles like pancakes.

His friends groaned in sympathy as Logan screamed from the top of his lungs.

Again and again, Darren brought his foot down on Logan’s manhood, crushing Logan’s nuts and making the handsome young man scream in agony.

His friend grimaced at the sight of Logan’s rapidly swelling balls, wincing with every stomp to Logan’s manhood.

After a dozen stomps, Darren grabbed Logan’s hair and pulled him up, only to power a devastating knee lift into Logan’s aching gonads, crushing them flat and making Logan yodel in pain.

His buddies shifted uncomfortably as they watched Darren crush Logan’s precious jewels.

Logan’s face was a mask of pain. He was groaning miserably, his eyes clenched shut, his mouth gaping open. His balls were swollen and red, and his hard dick had suffered some collateral damage getting crushed under Darren’s foot a couple of times.

With a derisive sneer, Darren held on to Logan’s hair and yanked him through the room, before tying up his hands and attaching them to the suspension of the punching bag.

Logan’s friends averted their gazes as Darren hoisted his body up, making him stand on his tip toes, his muscles strained, his body exposed.

With a mean chuckle, Darren balled his fists and started punching Logan’s abs before moving further south to Logan’s red and bruised ball bag.

Logan’s screams echoed through the gym as punch after nut-crunching punch found Logan’s ample ball bag.

His friends were wincing and grimacing as they watched their buddy get annihilated by Darren’s powerful blows to his body.

Darren made sure to spread the blows, hitting Logan’s dick and his abs, his chest and his kidneys. But he focused his attention mostly on Logan’s rapidly swelling balls.

Logan was grunting and groaning, screaming and wailing as Darren wreaked havoc on his manhood.

Now and then, Darren mixed things up with a well-placed kick or knee to Logan’s nuts, but it was his fists that did the most damage. He was using the poor highschool wrestler as his personal punching bag.

Logan’s cock was rock-hard and leaking precum, and when Darren delivered a series of hard uppercuts to Logan’s nuts, it exploded with a massive load of cum that splattered high into the air, raining down on Logan’s beaten body and covering it in a thick layer of salty cream.

Logan’s friends moaned in sympathy.

“Come on, he’s done”, CJ said.

Darren didn’t stop his brutal assault on Logan’s busy balls. Instead, he picked up the pace, pummeling Logan’s meaty, swollen nuggets with both of his fists again and again and again.

“It’s over”, Seth said.

Darren turned to Logan’s friends. “It’s not over until I say it’s over”, he grunted.

The last drops of cum dripped out of Logan’s spent cock as Darren drove his knee into Logan’s drained balls, eliciting a pitiful, gurgling groan.

Logan’s bruised, sore body was dripping with sweat and cum. His nuts were swollen and red and he was gasping for breath, his voice raspy and hoarse.

Again and again, Darren brought his knee up between Logan’s thighs, crushing Logan’s babymakers until another huge load of creamy cum sputtered out of his dick.

Finally, Darren freed Logan – but the torment wasn’t over yet.

Darren hauled Logan over to a lat pull down machine, placing him on the seat, head over heels, and tying a rope tightly around the neck of Logan’s nutsack. He pulled down the handle and attached the other end of the rope to it.

Logan was groaning and grunting but he was in no condition to fight back. His hands were tied and there was nothing he could do but watch as Darren prepared the vicious finale of this brutal fight.

When Darren let go of the handle, it pulled back, yanking on Logan’s nuts and stretching them to the bottom of his sack.

Logan’s body was partially lifted off the ground, his ass up in the air, suspended by his brutalized ball bag, his legs kicking as he was screaming in pain.

There was no way he could free himself – but Darren wasn’t satisfied yet. With a mean grin, he produced a big, black butt plug.

“No!” Logan croaked as Darren held it in front of his face.

“Oh, yes”, Darren said with a sneer. Then he rammed the plug into Logan’s ass hole, eliciting a high pitched wail.

Darren watched his work, slowly stroking his dick.

Everything was perfect.

Logan was tied up, his balls under constant pressure, his ass plugged, his body bruised and red.

Darren felt his load rising.

He chuckled and turned to Logan’s friends.

“Take out your phones”, he said. “I want you to take pictures of this.”

Logan’s friends looked at each other.

“Fuck”, CJ sighed and got up, reaching inside his pocket and pulling out his phone.

They positioned themselves in a circle around Darren and Logan, and Darren flexed his muscles, stroking his dick and posing for the flashing cameras.

Logan was panting and moaning, his face upside down as he looked at his friends who took pictures of his defeater while he was posing next to him as if he was a trophy.

“Here we go”, Darren announced with a grin as he jerked his dick, aiming it at Logan’s pain-contorted face.

The flashlights went crazy as Logan’s friends captured the enormous orgasm with their phones.

With a guttural grunt, Darren covered Logan’s face in spunk, making him gasp and gurgle as spurt after spurt landed on his pain contorted face, covering his eyes and his mouth, his nose and his forehead in cum .

“Fuck yeah”, Darren chuckled and slapped his hard dick on Logan’s handsome face that was coated in a thick layer of salty jizz. “Fuck yeah!”

Logan blinked through the veil of Darren’s potent cum, defeated and humiliated. He moaning and whimpering, his body bruised and sore, his balls drained and swollen.

His friends looked away.

Darren smiled down at Logan.

“I win”, he chuckled. “What do you say?”

The muscular stud grabbed his dick and slapped Logan’s face with it again.

Logan mumbled something unintelligible.

Darren lifted his hand to his ear. “What was that?” he grinned. “Say it again, please.”

Logan looked up, his eyes filled with pain and humiliation.

“Fuck you”, Logan mumbled defiantly.

Darren clicked his tongue and wiggled his finger at Logan. “That’s not what I want to hear, buddy. Now try again.”

Logan stared at him.

Everything was hurting. His asshole was stretched by the butt plug. His eyes were burning from Darren’s cum. His nuts felt like they were going to rip off any second.

“Try again”, Darren said patiently, smiling at Logan. “What’s the word?”

Logan blinked. “Please, Darren”, he croaked.

“What’s the word?” Darren repeated with a grin. “I’m waiting.”

Logan looked at his friends.

They were staring at their feet, embarrassed, ashamed.

Logan let out a miserable sigh. He was going to spend the night at the gym, in this uncomfortable position, his nuts stretched, his butt plugged, his nuts drained, his body beaten and bruised. Tomorrow the owner of the gym was going to find him. Maybe he was going to free him right away. Maybe he was going to take some more pictures.

Darren was going to share the pictures with everybody, with his friend, his girlfriend. Maybe he had already set up a web site for it.

Logan closed his eyes.

Darren had defeated him.

“I’m waiting”, Darren repeated patiently.

Logan sighed. “Congratulations.”