Anger management (Nick meets Logan)

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Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“Fucking hell”, Logan grunted, cracking his knuckles. “I hate it!”

The 18 year old high school wrestler was angry. Normally, Logan was a calm and collected young man, but today he was seriously pissed off.

He had turned to Nick, one of the social workers at Bartlet High, a handsome, friendly young man, 33 years old, athletic and tall, with brown hair and a confident smile. He was wearing jeans and a casual shirt. Nick was everything the kids at Bartlet High needed, a shoulder to cry on, a friend when things got rough, an ally and a confidant, a confessor and a supporter for each and every member of the student body.

He had listened to Logan’s lament, patiently reassuring Logan that it wasn’t unreasonable to get mad in his situation, offering friendly advice and calming words.

Unfortunately, Logan was still angry.

“Listen”, Nick said with a gentle smile. “You know what I do when I’m angry? I go a for a run.”

They were in Nick’s office, a small, crammed, windowless room next to the gym that offered some privacy for the students who sought Nick’s help.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah? How the fuck is that going to help?”



Nick leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, staying calm and holding on to his charming smile. “It’s great. Let off some steam. Just let it out.”

Logan inhaled deeply. “Listen, Nick, I appreciate your words. It’s just--- I hate running! It will make me even more angry!”

Nick nodded his head and thought for a moment. “What kind of sport do you like?”

Logan stared at the ceiling. “Anything but running”, he muttered.

Nick chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Follow me.”

Logan let out a deep sigh as Nick got up and left the room, motioning for the student to go with him.

They entered the gym.

Logan knew every corner of it like the back of his hand. He was captain of the wrestling team, and the gym was his second home.

Nick walked to the far end of the gym and brought out his keys to open a door that Logan had never thought much about. It had always been there but it had always been locked. Logan had assumed that it was some kind of maintenance room, a janitor’s closet or something like that.

When he followed Nick into the room he was surprised to find it unexpectedly spacious and fully furnished with a series of training devices, a cross trainer, a rowing machine and a heavy punching bag hanging from the ceiling. A couple of boxes filled with training equipment were sitting on the floor.

“What the fuck is this?” Logan furrowed his brows.

Nick closed the door behind them. “This”, he said with a gentle smile, “is the place where teachers go to let off steam.”

Logan looked at him with a suspicious expression on his face. “For real?”

“I swear”, Nick smiled. “Remember when Coach Johnson almost punched a kid a few months ago? It was then that we decided something had to change. A few parents gave us the equipment. You must have noticed that Coach Johnson has changed considerably in the past few weeks.”

Logan mumbled something unintelligible.

“Put these on and try it. Trust me, it’ll feel great”, Nick said, reaching into one of the boxes and grabbing a pair of boxing gloves before throwing them at Logan.

Logan caught them and looked at them.

Nick stood next to the punching bag and smiled. “Try it.”

Logan put on the boxing gloves and bumped them against each other before attacking the punching bag.

“That’s it”, Nick said with a grin, holding the punching bag steady as Logan threw a couple of punches at it. “Not bad. Not bad!”

Logan grunted through his gritted teeth as he punched the heavy bag again and again.

“Is it working?” Nick asked, smiling.

Logan stopped and looked at him.

“You’re still angry, huh?” Nick chuckled. “Alright, let’s see…” He rummaged through the boxes until he found what he was looking for: a large kickboxing training pad. He held it in front of him and smiled at Logan. “Let’s try this.”

Logan looked at him for a brief moment. Then he kicked the pad as hard as he could.

“Good!” Nick grunted, stabilizing his position by standing with his feet shoulder-width apart.

Logan delivered a hard punch to the pad, making Nick grunt with effort, and followed it up with a hard kick/punch/kick combo in rapid succession.

“Very good!” Nick hissed, gritting his teeth. “Let it all go! Put everything into those kicks and punches!”

Logan did as he was told, kicking and punching the training pad as hard as he could.

After a couple of minutes, they took a break.

Both Nick and Logan were sweating profusely.

“What do you think?” Nick asked.

“I dunno”, Logan said. “I can’t tell if it’s working.”

Nick smiled. “Alright, you know what? Your anger doesn’t stand a chance. We’ll do this as long as it takes!” He lifted the training pad.

Unfortunately, Logan’s next punch was a little off target, connecting with a soft, padded pouch instead of the soft, pouched pad that it was intended.

Nick’s jaw dropped and he let out a hoarse grunt as Logan’s gloved fist crunched his nuts into his body.

Logan’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Did I hit your--- Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

Nick cleared his throat, his fingers digging into the training pad as he tried to act as if nothing had happened. Thankfully, his nuts were big and tough, and he had survived a nutshot or two in his life, so he managed to shrug off what would have been a critical hit to anybody else. “Don’t worry”, he said in a strained voice, showing a weak smile in an effort to reassure Logan that his balls were safe and sound. “A nutshot won’t kill us, right?”

Logan smiled weakly. “I guess…” He let out a laugh. “That felt really good, you know.”

“That’s--- That’s great”, Nick said with a strained smile. “Good. Really. That’s good.”

Logan looked at him. “Can I…” His voice trailed off.

Nick gulped.

Logan smiled. “You know…”

Nick inhaled deeply. “Sure. Whatever it takes to get your mind off things”, he said, trying to sound casual and impersonal. “Sure, why not. Go for it.” He held on to the training pad, clutching it to his chest, leaving his crotch open.

Logan got down on one knee, focusing on the bulging target right in front of him. His fist connected with the impressive bulge in Nick’s crotch, flattening his gonads like pancakes and eliciting a wretched grunt.

“Very good”, Nick said in a wheezing groan. “Very good, right on target. Go again.”

Once again, Logan punched Nick’s nuts as hard as he could.

Nick gritted his teeth, letting out an anguished grunt, his eyes watering as Logan’s fist crunched his nuts. He nodded his head, unable to speak, for a few seconds, before blurting out. “Good shot.”

Logan took that as an invitation to pound Nick’s nuts again. This time, he used a skillful combination of several punches to really let out his anger, and it worked perfectly.

Nick howled in agony as Logan squished and squashed his nuggets with all the force he could muster.

Finally, after half a dozen of solid punches, Nick couldn’t take the pain any longer and he collapsed on the ground, wailing in agony.

Logan looked considerably more relaxed than before, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Nick even though the pain in his nuts occupied the main part of his brain.

“I’m glad this is working for you”, Nick croaked, nursing his battered balls as he rocked back and forth on the ground.

“I guess it is”, Logan said. “Thanks.” He looked down at Nick expectantly.

Nick looked up at him.

Logan waited.

“You need another round?” Nick whispered in a toneless voice.

“That’d be great, thanks”, Logan said casually.

“Alright”, Nick groaned, slowly getting up, his face a mask of pain. “Alright, let’s see.” He rubbed his crotch, wincing at the touch. “Oh, fuck.” He looked at Logan. “Sorry for swearing.”

“That’s alright”, Logan said, impatiently tapping his foot. “Just spread your legs so we can go on.”

Nick let out a weak laugh. “Yeah, sure. I just need a moment. You got a pretty good right hook, you know.”

Logan looked at his watch.

It was obvious that Nick wasn’t able to stand up straight, making things a little difficult. Ever the solution-focused pragmatist, Logan came up with a useful idea.

“Why don’t we tie you up?” he said matter-of-factly, pointing at the punching bag that was hanging from the ceiling.

Nick blinked. “I don’t know if that’s nece---”

“Oh yeah”, Logan interrupted him. “You do want me to let off steam, right?”

Nick gulped. “Yeah, but haven’t you---”

Logan raised his eyebrows. “So why are you fighting back?” He frowned. “This really isn’t helping me relax.”

A few moments later, Nick was hanging from the ceiling, attached to the punching bag, his arms tied behind his bag, his legs bent at the knees and spread apart, his ankles tied to his wrists. He was swinging back and forth, and he didn’t look too happy about his exposed position.

Nonetheless, as a good counselor and a responsible part of the faculty, Nick’s primary concern wasn’t his own situation, however uncomfortable it was. Naturally, his focus was on Logan’s feelings and on helping him deal with his anger issues. That’s why he encouraged Logan to follow his instinct, even if it meant risking his own sex life.

“Go for it”, Nick said, sounding a little less confident than he had intended.

Logan didn’t mind, though.

With the energy of a prize boxer and the ruthlessness of a venture capitalist, Logan threw a barrage of punches at Nick’s tender nuts, hitting the bulging package again and again and again with all the force he could muster, making Nick grunt and groan and roar in agony.

Now that Nick was incapable of defending himself, Logan didn’t hold back. He combined straight punches and hooks and uppercuts to an all-out nut-crunching effort that would have been right at home in a nut butter factory.

Logan’s relentless nut-punching had the desired effect of considerably lightening Logan’s mood, releasing the tension and directing his anger and his frustration at Nick’s gonads. But there was an unintended side-effect that became visible when Logan paused to take a breath, panting heavily due to the effort.

There was a large wet patch covering the front of Nick’s jeans. In fact, his impressive package was not only bigger and fatter than before due to the swelling of his battered balls, it was also dripping wet.

Logan raised his eyebrows. “Did you wet your pants?!”

Nick was breathing heavily, his handsome face beet red and wet with sweat. He opened his mouth but only unintelligible gibberish came out.

Logan leaned forward and sniffed at Nick’s wet pouch. “That’s cum!” he said with an incredulous laugh. “You fucking creamed your pants! Holy fuck!” He chuckled as Nick’s precious sperm dribbled to the ground, forming a puddle of jizz on the cold floor. “Look at that! There’s little Nicks everywhere!”

Maybe Nick didn’t share Logan’s sense of humor, maybe he was just not in the mood for joking right after his involuntary orgasm, he looked at Logan, his eyes glassy, his face a mask of pain. “Please”, he croaked. “Please…”

Logan mistook Nick’s begging for an invitation to continue, and he started pummeling Nick’s wet pouch with a series of hard, relentless punches.

Nick’s screams of agony mixed with the wet splats of solid knuckle-to-nutsack contact, creating a symphony of pain that culminated in another orgasm. This time, Logan saw the tell-tale signs of an impending climax, the hardening of the big, fat cock inside Nick’s jeans, the throbs and twitches of the battered balls, and he made sure to increase the force of his attack when Nick’s dick started releasing his load inside his pants once again.

Nick was delirious, screaming and wailing in agony as Logan pounded the load out of his balls.

The mood change that Logan experienced was very different from the one that Nick was going through.

Logan started to feel really good about himself and his accomplishments.

Nick, on the other hand, felt pretty bad. His cum was dripping from his pants, and Logan didn’t show any signs of slowing down.

Quite the opposite: Before Nick’s second orgasm was over, Logan opened the fly of Nick’s jeans and freed his big, spasming cock and his awesome balls. They were big and tough any day, but now they were glowing red and severely swollen, two oversized orbs that looked fat and juicy – which was a little ironic since there was hardly any juice left in them.

“That’s what I call a speed bag”, Logan said with a grin, winking at Nick whose reply was a nondescript grunt.

Then Logan started pounding Nick’s bare ball bag, making his nuts bounce wildly inside his sack as the 18 year old hunk walloped them enthusiastically.

Nick was grunting and groaning, whimpering and moaning as his nuts were pounded by Logan’s fists. Amazingly, Nick’s dick grew rock hard once again, standing tall and proud as Nick’s precious family jewels were spanked like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck, this is awesome”, Logan said cheerfully, throwing punch after nut-crunching punch at Nick’s babymakers while keeping an eye on Nick’s fat erection, chuckling at the sight of precum oozing out the tip whenever he scored a particularly nasty blow. “You really know how to make a guy feel good about himself!”

The third load was far less explosive than the previous ones, and Logan didn’t even pause his assault on Nick’s manhood for it. Nick’s sperm sputtered out of his dick while Logan used his nuts as a speedbag, hitting his balls again and again and again, making sure to hit his dick now and then for good measure.

The unreserved attention that Logan paid to Nick’s valuables paid off nicely when Nick shot his fourth load just a few minutes later without his dick ever going soft.

Granted, it was a pitiful orgasm, quite literally the very last drops of cum that were left in Nick’s battered balls. But Logan enjoyed it nevertheless, laughing at Nick’s funny face and at the hilarious state of his genitals.

By the time Nick had finished his fourth orgasm, he was a mewling mess. His nuts were ridiculously swollen and covered in bruises, red and black and blue, thoroughly drained and completely empty. And yet, he orgasmed again, due to Logan’s relentless, unfettered nut-pounding. It was a violent, painful climax, a brutal once-in-a-lifetime experience: there was nothing left in Nick’s balls and yet his balls contracted and tried to pump out his dried-up seed. Nick’s eyes fluttered and he let out a long, wheezing groan.

“Awww”, Logan chuckled, playfully slapping Nick’s quivering dick. “Man, that felt really good. Thank you so much, man!”

There was a huge smile on his face, a sure sign that he had overcome his anger and frustration.

“I’m feeling so much better”, Logan said as he tucked Nick's spent genitals back into his jeans.

Nick’s nuts were bruised and bloated, all but decommissioned, definitely out of order for the foreseeable future. His big, long dick had shriveled to a pathetic little worm. His face was sweaty and red, making him look like a shadow of his usual cheerful, friendly self.

Logan untied him, allowing him to collapse on the ground where he landed in a puddle of his own sperm, the collective result of several orgasm.

“Thank you so much”, Logan said with a smile. “You were right: I just needed to let off some steam. You’re really good at this.”

Nick looked up, his face a mask of pain. “Thanks”, he managed to croak. “Anytime.”

There was something heartwarmingly sincere about the tone of his voice. Sure, it was strained and hoarse, and it seemed to be a little bit higher than usual, but it was filled with warmth and friendliness and the pain of five forcefully induced orgasms.

Logan chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll definitely take you up on that. I’ll recommend you to my friends, too.” Logan chuckled as he helped Nick up, leading the broken man out of the room, leaving a trail of cum that led to a sticky puddle in the middle of the room. “Make sure to give that punching bag a rest”, Logan added with a laugh, playfully squeezing Nick’s bloated balls and making him groan in pain. “Because that stress sack will be in high demand…”