Monday, May 23, 2022

A Chain Reaction part 2 written by foot_in_crotch (A Kramtoad Story)

                                   A Chain Reaction part II

                        By foot_in_crotch



Warning: Contains ballbusting and gay characters.

The lecture slowly darkened. Professor Gibbs stood in front of the class in the streaming blue light from the projector as he reviewed the requirements for the final project due. Taylor’s bag sat next to him holding a seat for Terry who was late again. He had his old all-stars resting casually on the empty chair in front of him and took out what he needed from his bag for notes.



A few minutes passed and hearing the back door to the lecture hall swing open, he turned around in time to see his friend slip in just before it shut. Terry almost walked passed him before he finally caught his attention. "What took you so long?" he murmured.

"Long story." Terry whispered back. Then removing Taylors bag from his seat he sat slowly, if not painfully, into his own seat. The projector illuminated the room enough that, while he couldn’t make out the words, he knew that Terry had something written on his shirt. Terry reached into his bag and pulling out his notebook and pen he hastily scribbled down the outline that was up on the screen.

A few minutes into the class Taylor slipped Terry the list of requirements that Gibbs had given earlier squinting at his friend read to read them in the dark and nodded a moment later. Terry then retrieved the notes Taylor missed last week when he and the team went out of town for their latest lacrosse game. Terry shifted his focus back to Gibbs who was explaining the fine differences between what synecdoche and metonymy were. A while further into the lecture he found that Taylor had asked him on the notes he had given him what he had written on his shirt. Terry quietly chuckled, and on a spare paper wrote: "Please kick me as hard as you possibly can in my balls. No joke. And then please sign the back of my shirt."

Taylor’s heart rate jumped a few notches as he read this and hastily wrote his reply: "R U kidding me?!?" Terry then leaned over and whispered into his ear.

"No joke. Lost a bet. Oh, did I miss anything else while I was gone?"

Taylor shook his head "Only the requirements for the project but I gave you those." Then he did the unthinkable "You know I think I know how I could help you with that lost bet of yours." His mouth had gone completely dry at that point and his cock was nearly completely erect in anticipation for his friend’s response.

Terry didn’t know what he should say. Taylor had said it in an off-handed, almost sarcastic way that indicated to him that he might have been kidding. If Terry sounded too enthusiastic Taylor might think he was kidding or worse that he was some sort of freak. But the opportunity of having Taylor kicking him in the nuts was just too great an opportunity to turn down. He had met Taylor at the start of term in a group assignment. He was something of a skater and a jock
at the same time the complete hot body without the attitude. Just entirely too hot for words.

"Sure, when?" he said trying not to sound too hopeful. Class was nearly over now, he already heard people shuffling papers and zipping their bags.

"Meet me on the corner field at one; practice should be over by then." Terry nodded as the lights came up.

Other than a few strange looks going into the universities cafeteria no one seemed to pay much attention to his shirt. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat though; his balls had never been tied for that long of an amount of time before. Perhaps a little too anxious for the bust coming his way Terry made his way to the corner field a little earlier than Taylor had instructed.

What he saw was beautiful. The lacrosse team had apparently worked themselves pretty hard in the sun and each was glistening in sweat. The coach then had them all pair up and start throwing the rubber balls back and forth to each other presumably as a cool down exercise. About half of the players pulled off their jerseys and some of their gear to help themselves cool off.

One of these, Terry was certain, was Taylor. But he was at quite a distance, the thought about staying to watch in case the ball caught a guy in the crotch but he remembered that Taylor said that they wore cups for that reason. His nuts, other than constrained were doing a fair amount better than they had on the bus that morning and already he was aching to get hit again by Taylor. He checked his watch and figured he had enough time to get back to his dorm, drop off his books, and get back to the field to meet up with Taylor.

He was wrong on his way up stairs to his floor a guy from the bus that morning came down, met Terry’s eyes and smiled. He was taking the garbage down to the floor level and was barefoot "Anyone else kick you yet?" Terry shook his head. The guy smiled put down his bag and indicated that he wanted Terry to spread his legs. He did so and for the second time that day felt a crushing wave of pain and crippling nausea course through his body. It literally knocked the wind out of him. He hadn’t expected the kid to use that much force, or that his bare foot would cause such extreme pain. The kid started laughing his ass off and made his way to the bottom floor again with the bag in his hand.

When he came back up Terry was sitting up again, his face was flushed and he could feel his pulse in his nuts, which was an odd, yet erotic sensation. The guy smiled again and made another charge but Terry reacted instinctively and pulled his legs together. But the foot connected anyway and Terry honestly wanted to cry but could only yell “Fuck!” and try not to vomit.

After all he put him through the kid did feel bad in the end and wouldn’t have signed Terry’s shirt unless he had insisted. The time Terry spent nursing his nuts was longer than expected. The blows had more than taken a lot out of him they had also caused his balls to swell partially cutting off the circulation to them. It took some effort but Terry was able to cut the yarn with nail clippers. He didn’t know how or wear to check for damage but the blood was flowing again and they eventually reached their pink color again. It was at this time that he remembered Taylor. He quickly tied up his nuts again (looser this time to allow for swelling) and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs. They strangely supported and cradled his balls which he didn’t want to be banging wildly inside of his jeans. It was something he had learned early after some intense self-busting sessions. Nothing he had ever done could have prepared him for that last bust though.

Taylor was, on the other hand, a pretty nice guy. He figured that he’d use significantly less force than the asshole in the stairwell had and get a name on his shirt for relatively less pain than the others.

He was already late to meet up with Taylor so he checked his e-mail really quickly receiving a short confirmation from "mystery master" which was oddly sent only a minute or two after he had sent his in the computer lab. He also threw on a pair of shorts (it was much warmer outside now) and kicked off his flip flops, knowing that he couldn’t run to the field with them on and instead shoved his feet into his pumas and thought 'Hey, no socks, just like Nick.'

The field was, as expected, deserted by the time he reached it. The locker rooms were just in the adjacent building and he figured there was a chance that Taylor hadn’t left yet. Back when he did swimming he knew that the team sometimes hung out in the changing rooms after their Saturday morning practices. Maybe the same was true here. He found the locker rooms eventually and nearly collided with one of the team members on his way out of the locker room.

"Oh, sorry man, didn’t see you." He then spotted Terrys shirt "Oh hey, are you TJs friend?" he chuckled.

"TJ?"

"Ya, you know, Taylor?"

"Oh yeah, of course, is he still around?"

"Yeah coach had us run our asses off, we weren’t wearing our pads, and we just got back." At this the guy opened the locker room door and said "Hey, come on in, it’s just fine."

Terry could smell the sweat and grass from the practice now. Most of the guys had left by that time but there were still heard a few voices and the occasional locker door slam that indicated it was still occupied.

"Hey Terry," he heard a familiar voice shout. He turned to see Taylor sitting in front of his locker, "hope you weren’t waiting outside."

"Nah, I actually 'collided' with someone’s foot on my way over, got held up." And TJ smiled at the thought.

"So did he sign your shirt?"

"Yeah," and he turned the shirt around, "his name apparently was Adam. But we didn’t get around to introductions."

"Wait, you only still have two names?" he laughed coyly. Terry thought he was seeing things because TJ could not possibly be flirting with him.

"Well that’s twice as many as I had in Gibbs class."

"True. Hey Jarod!" the guy who led Terry into the locker room in the first place popped out around the corner. "Terry still only has two names, let’s see what we can do about that."

"Wh-what?" Terry protested.

"Come on, it’ll be fun." Jarod said, rubbing his own crotch.

"Besides you have to get more names anyway." Terry looked at Taylor who nodded reassuringly and he agreed.

Jarod was first in a line six; he was wearing street clothes now and while his kick wasn’t that brutal Terrys instinct kicked in and he twisted out of the way just fast enough that he missed his balls entirely and instead took a moderate kick into his hip.

Jarod shouted; Terry swore; and TJ just sighed.

"This isn’t working if you are going to move." And as if this had been planned in advance someone pulled out some duct tape.

At the sight of the tape Terry suddenly wondered what he had gotten himself into. A moment later his wrists were taped up over his head and tied to the shower nozzle. The floor was slick as one of the shower heads was still running in the back. Then with a guy at each ankle securing him to the floor legs spread Jarod took aim and kicked, even harder, square into Terry’s crotch.

He screamed. "Oh GOD, oh god, oh god, stop it, please stop it guys, I am done." They all looked over at TJ for direction.

"Come on Terry, just let everyone kick you at least once, the worst part is over."

"No Taylor, I think I am going to be sick."

"Trust me you’ll be fine, I wouldn’t let them do anything to you that I wouldn’t let you do to me. Were friends, remember?" By now Terrys nausea had subsided somewhat and his cock was harder than ever he was just hornier than hell. It was the makings of perhaps his hottest fantasy ever. What had he expected it to turn out to be like? A blow to the balls doesn’t tickle.

"You swear?"

"Absolutely."

"And if I call quits?"

"Well stop." He thought about it for another second, the guys started looking disinterested. Jarod was actually walking away when he finally agreed to it. "But," Taylor said kicking off his right cleat, "we can’t actually have you screaming like that again." He then slipped off his ankle socks and indicated that Terry open his mouth.

"You got to be kidding." He said as Taylor took another step closer, his bare feet on the wet tiles.

"Come on--" Taylor said, and the rest of the guys just started laughing. Taylor was only a few feet away from him now and over the sound of pouring water and their own jeers they couldn’t have heard what he whispered to Terry after "-it would be hot."

Which left Terry so astonished his mouth just dropped open and when Taylor attempted to shove his socks in he didn’t resist.

The next five minutes were a blur. Each guy stood in line and took careful aim and kicked Terry as hard as they could into his balls. Soccer players couldn’t have kick balls harder. The only one who still had cleats with him was Taylor, who was busy putting them back on at the back of the line.

They had agreed to let him try to recover between the kicks. But no time was enough to recover from such devastating blows, even his tailbone felt bruised from being slammed into the wall time and again. He found himself screaming and swearing louder and louder into TJs rank socks while trying to free his hands and feet.

And then it was Taylors turn. The other five guys cheered him on for the devastating end to an incredibly sore afternoon. Taylor said simply “I want to hear him yell.” And ripped the socks out of his mouth. Then after a wink and a mischievous grin he took a step forward and kicked.

He had expected to black out, to wretch, to scream like a girl or to feel his balls explode into a million pieces. Instead he stood there, unable to scream, unable to breathe. Only the very toe of the shoe ever hit him, and the denim made little difference with a blow that hard. The cleats would have torn into his skin had he been naked even so he knew there would be a bruise impression on his crotch.

The rest of the guys filed out, leaving Taylor and Terry alone.

End Part 2


(Sadly, this is the very last story of this little series. Hopefully foot_in_crotch sees this and wants to continue or end his story).

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

so awhile go I read a comment about how alex is still taking wanted your balls even though he is on hiatus and after building up my confidence I sent him a email I was never gotten back too so and my wanted your balls was never updated on to the blog so I thought will ether he did not see my email or did not like the idea but just in case I sent it too his other email after about 3 or 4 weeks later it has been about two or three weeks anyway I am just wondering how do I know if alex is really still taking wanted your balls and if so how do I know if my story got picked

Anonymous said...

hi same person here as above or below I am not sure were this will go but anyway I also wanted to add I got both emails from the wanted your balls part of this blog

Anonymous said...

also sorry last comment I think I have been checking my spam folder too

GinoJaydenAuthor said...

Hi Anonymous,

Alex is still busy with work, but we all know that when he does return he always comes back stronger than ever. Alex has gotten to so many requests in his writing career on the website but it is a very long list (I think 2 years long he mentioned at one point). But having it on the list will help him when he gets to it at some point! He always tries to do his best with the growing list load.

Sincerely,

Jimmy