Snapshot:
Club Night Part 2 Conclusion
By Jimmy
Through the strain in his back and arms, Gino looks ahead at the wrestler standing before him the chains in his wrist clinking as his head tilts upwards.
Briefly, Gino remembers how he got in this cage, in a
night club and he has to wonder if Parker is okay. More to the point if Daniel
is finally pleased after putting him here to be subjected to anyone’s whims.
The evening started out with the promise of fun with a
new friend, an experience like none other. Gino had no idea that this would
happen.
“This is going to be fun,” Zagan Zeller yells, the pulse
pounding music drowning out everything else.
“I’m not scared of you,” spits out Gino bravely. He tries
to puff out his chest, despite the shackles holding him still.
“Tough words for someone…all tied up.”
Gino scowls, but Zagan moves closer reaching a hand
between the bars in the metal cage to stroke Gino’s cheek, his freshly shaved
face is smooth and Zagan’s fingers easily slide across until he grabs Gino’s
chin. Forcing Gino forward, Gino’s hips buck-up and Zagan grins at the metal
jangles above.
“I’m going to break you Gino, and I’m going to enjoy every
moment of it.”
Gino pulls his head back, out of Zagan’s grasp and spits
into his face.
“I would like to see you try.”
Zagan wipes the spittle flecks from his face with one
fingerless gloved hand and sneers at Gino. “You will regret that.”
Feeling bolstered, Gino sticks out his pink tongue, while
he shifts his hands until two double middle fingers are splayed out.
“No… but you will once I get out. I’ll find you.”
Zagan grins, the white teeth showing through his black
leather mask.
Gino about to ask why he is smiling when a slap hits him
hard across the face. The stinging pain bursts across his left cheek, and creeps
to his ears which ring dully.
“What’s the matter baby, cat silenced his little caged
bird? I want to hear you swing!”
SMACK!
Gino’s head is cracked across the back of the bars as he
is slapped again, this time on his right cheek so that both sides of his face
sting sharply.
Grunting, Gino turns his head back giving it a slight
shake to clear the buzzing ringing pulsing in both ears now.
“Fuck you!”
Zagan comes in with a reaching hand grabbing Gino’s
exposed throat and silencing him with a squeeze.
Gino’s brown eyes bulge as Zagan squeezes his fingers
digging into his neck preventing him from breathing. Briefly Gino remembers his
phone, out of reach in the safe hands of security and the texts that he ignored
from his younger sibling asking if he was okay, and begging him to check in. ‘Would Jayden save him?’ the thought only
lasts for a moment as all his attention is drawn to Zagan as he squeezes harder
and Gino’s heart starts to pound harder in his chest, sweat trickling down his
brow as his lungs beg for the tiniest of breathes.
“I’ll get you to beg for release, one way or another
Gino.”
A retching gaging sound rips from Gino, as his face
flushes. Zagan comes right up to the bars to watch as Gino struggles to breath
but cannot.
A slow chuckle comes from Zagan as he asks “Can’t
breathe?”
The laughter increases as Gino struggles to stay with it.
His hands rip back and forth, in his shackles the leather cuffs digging into
his wrists while his feet kick at the bars. Gino’s whole body convulses with a
burning yearning need to get air. His eyes water, and finally after he thinks
he can’t take another moment Zagan releases his hold.
Gino sucks in air, never so grateful to fill his lungs,
but as soon as he does he starts to cough, his chest shuddering. A burning
hatred replacing the need that he had to breathe moments before. Gino still can’t
quite catch his breath to retort before Zagan attacks him again. This time he
goes lower, much lower.
Zagan slips one leather leg between the bars, having
climbed up the hanging metal birdcage and leers in taking aim. The leather boot
strikes Gino so hard, that the hard earned air that finally fills his chest is
expunged from his insides with one brutal kick.
“Ooooh that had to hurt,” Zagan mocks as he keeps his foot firmly
planted beneath Gino’s taint, his balls crushed sandwiched between his ass and
the leather boot.
Gino’s whole body trembles from the jarring blow, and it’s
not until Zagan pulls his boot off of him that the full intensity of the blow
hits him. The Earth shattering pain explodes in his loins, and his knees buckle
inwards as the fight drains from him his face turning white, and ghostlike.
Gino gasps, like a fish out-of-water struggling to breathe again for every time
he does, he body is wracked with an intense, burning pain. His balls feel
fucked, and that was only the first kick.
Gino looks up, the agony pools in his brown soft eyes as
he glances up at Zagan, who is already rearing back to kick again. Gino shakes
his head, tries to move back to escape…but nothing can get him free of the
leather bindings.
The struggling of the eighteen year old does not go
unnoticed by Zagan, and he smiles widely as he shouts out a mean “Hi-yah!”
To prepare, Gino grits his teeth, his trembling body
trying to prepare as Zagan lifts his leg and kicks straight out.
Zagan makes sure that the imprint of his laces crisscrosses
across the bottom of Gino’s scrotum pouch, his underwear’s protection is
laughable as the full frontal assault ends him with as Zagan punts Gino’s balls
straight up where they thud against his lower abs. The second hit leaves Gino
fully drained, and he hangs rather ragdoll like as Zagan disentangles his foot
from between Gino’s buttcheeks.
Hanging Gino sways, his body trying to digest the latest
kick and Gino mewls like a dying animal as he curses out: “Fuckity….fuck, fuck,
fuck! Ohmygod! My
baaaaaaaaaaals!”
Zagan reaches out as the stream of swears dance out of
Gino’s mouth as his glove hand grabs Gino by the roots, and holds the Gomez
pride and joys until Gino focuses on him. The growing look of concern makes
Gino gulp.
“Don’t…please.”
The last word a whisper.
“I knew that I would get you to plead,” Zagan growls, his
voice deep and earthy as he plunges his thumb into just Gino’s left nut, not
squeezing the other but allowing it to sit idle in his palm of his hand.
Gino’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open.
“Fuck.”
Zagan smiles, as his thumb tunnels its way into the
center of Gino’s left ball, the nutmeat bulging around the force full plunge
into his nut cores dead center.
“Aaaack,” Gino gags, feeling his nut throb and pulse
shooting bursts of pain centered in on his one proud big fleshy testicle.
“You don’t need both nuts…do you?” Zagan asks leaning in
close.
Gino shakes his head. “Stop…ugh, ugh, ugh…no more!”
The grunts are music to Zagan’s ears, and while he
crushes Gino’s left nut mercilessly.
The
words of wisdom come to Gino from his brother. "See what happens when you mess with guys balls,"
Jayden drops next to Gino and hugs him fiercely. "You could have
been..." whimpers Jayden squeezing his chest so hard Gino can barely
breathe.
"I'm okay," Gino groans. "Thanks to
you."
"This time!" Jayden spats. "What
about next time! This is what happens when you attack people's balls."
· from
Christmas Week: Ballbusting
Boys: Christmas week - a Gino and Jayden story (written by Jimmy)
“Beg me to stop!” demands Zagan.
Gino opens his mouth to plead but that’s when Zagan’s
other hand comes in grabbing his right testicle and applying the same move,
with the thumb trying to eviscerate his right ball.
The music fades from Gino’s perception, and so do the
smiling, laughing dancing boys that shimmy and gyrate around the cage. Nothing
seems to matter but Zagan’s fists devastatingly mangling his large nuts in his
strong grip.
Hands reach up, touching and groping through the bars.
Fingers sliding across Gino’s tight abdomen, squeezing his sweaty muscles of
his calves, and hands squeezing his nipples.
The two eighteen-year’s olds battle has not gone
unnoticed, and the crowd pulses around the pair as Zagan Zeller tries his best
to destroy Gino Gomez’s gonads. The muscles in Zagan’s forearms bulge, and his
veins rise up to the surface like rivers on a road map as he squeezes as hard
as he can.
“Gino?”
The familiar voice in the crowd catches Gino’s attention,
the life raft in the choppy ocean and he launches towards the sound.
“Parker!” Gino croaks.
Parker is standing next to the smug, David both with
shots in their hands.
“You are doing good fucking him up,” David says stating
the obvious.
“I think he’s had enough,” Parker pleads biting his
bottom lip and turning to look at Zagan. “Maybe you can…ah!”
David rolling his eyes, takes his hand away from between
Parker’s legs. The quick backhand leaves him doubled over, and coughing at the
unexpected strike to his delicate nuts.
“Stay out of it, Parker. This man isn’t finished with
what he has started.”
Ignoring everything but Parker doubled over Gino pleads. “Help
me.”
“Help you?” David laughs. “Parker doesn’t do anything
unless I tell him to do so.” David gloats, briefly looking down at him. “Do
you?”
Parker says nothing, but the silence speaks its own
truth.
“No one is coming
to save you, Gino.”
Zagan’s words cut like a knife, and he gives Gino’s balls
an evil twist making the poor boy gasp.
“But I am merciful…if you want to be a dirty boy you can
suck his cock and take his seed from him. Do you want that Parker, to lick his
dirty cock?” asks David, the condescension in his voice drips from him like
tree sap on a leafy green maple tree in spring.
Gino moans “No…I don’t…”
“No one cares what you want,” David says interrupting him.
David gives Parker a kick in the ass, moving him towards the cage. “Now get in
there and lap up that cock until he gets the shakes.”
Parker is red in the face, and looking down holding his
ass with one hand and his balls in the other. He looks ridiculous.
“Who are you?” Zagan Zeller asks, his eyes narrowing. “Because
Gino cumming is not my plan. You can have him when I am done with him. And
trust me… he won’t be able to cum when I am done.”
Zagan releases his hand holds on Gino’s balls momentarily
to deal with the nuisances that have come up to him.
Narrowing his eyes, David clicks his teeth. “I didn’t tell
you to stop hurting his dangly bits.” Snapping his fingers, David points back
into the cage. “Go back to that.”
Pausing Zagan considers the dancer, in his leather jacket
and the black leotard he is still wearing.
“I don’t take orders from you, or from anyone.” Zagan
states plainly, marching up to stand directly in front of David.
David’s face turns tomato red as he considers how to deal
with this…individual. He thinks too long because Zagan grabs his shoulders and
powers a knee straight into him. David’s balls smoosh against his pelvis and
his pretty lips open in a trembling gasp.
“What the actual fuck?!” David says, pushing off of
Zagan, and bumping into two dancers behind him on the dance floor the lights of
the spinning ball above Zagan seem to glimmer and cast his black leather in
broken shards of light.
“I told you what I thought of your plan. Now if you need
me to reteach you again, I will be more than happy to do so.”
David, still cupping his goods rolls his balls ever so
gently in his skin tight smooth black tights. Every groping finger roll
showcases David’s privates for anyone to plainly see. The only one that seems
to be watching David’s assessment is Parker and he licks his lips.
Gino whistles to get his attention, and Parker barely
glances at him until he half yells his name.
“Parker, get me out of here.”
Parker nods, pulling his focus away from his ex.
“Do you have the key?” he asks.
Gino scoffs “Did you really just ask me that?”
Parker chuckles softly, hitting his head with the palm of
his hand. “Not sure why I did.”
“David has the key, he put me here.”
Parker nods and gulps. “Okay…I’ll get it.” Parker loses
the color in his face, as he turns back to see Zagan approaching David and
reaching out to grab him. He is quicker than anyone expected and has David bent
over one knee his crotch facing upwards, his arms and legs dangling uselessly
as Zagan holds David still with one hand carefully wrapped around his neck.
“Got you.”
David grunts, but his body convulses when Zagan lines up
a perfect elbow hitting him directly in the middle his bony blunted bone
thundering into David’s barely covered nutsack.
“Nooooooooooooo!” David yells, as Zagan smoothers his
balls with his elbow crunching each nugget against his thigh.
Parker makes a squeamish face, and mouthing ‘Ow!’
“Hurry!” Gino says encouragingly.
Parker stumbles forward on uneasy feet but Zagan notices
him coming and spins around, picking David up and throwing him at Parker.
Wide-eyed Parker holds out his arms just barely catching
his ex-boyfriend. A grin slowly spreads over Zagan Zeller’s face as he steps up
to Parker and says “I have to put you out of commission to, I’m afraid.” Zagan
does not look at upset about the idea at all as he kicks straight up his boot
annihilating Parker’s gonads with a snap kick that drops him to his knees where
he drops David onto the dance floor. The red head grabs his nuts, howling in
pain and he glances down at the defeated David now curled into the fetal
position.
Zagan heads back to Gino pocketing the key and smiling,
giving him a quick wink. “Now, where were we?”
Gino shakes his head “No, you can’t.”
Zagan grins and rears his arm punch, a slugger punch as
takes carefully aim ready to fire.
“Say goodbye to your balls.”
Gino is wide-eyed as Zagan throws his punch, the music
blasting a new song that makes the crowd scream in ecstasy as Zagan’s fist
slams full force into Gino’s nutsack hitting straight through until his back
hits the cage with a sickening thud.
“Remember to tell your brother, that this was for him.
You just got in the way, so you can be my message…loser.”
Hanging by his wrists Gino feels his balls explode with
pain, and he opens his mouth to scream but nothing comes out. The thundering throbbing
in his balls overtakes him, and his head lulls dangerously close to
unconsciousness as his head again cracks against the back of the cage. A thin
line of spit drips from his bottom lip as he gazes dully at Zagan who comes at
him again with another punch.
Zagan hollers like a wild beast as he throws his next
punch, this one an uppercut. The barren wasteland of his eyes beneath his hooded
leather mask reveals how little he cares about the destruction that he is
applying to Gino as his arm like a rocket detonates straight into Gino’s bulge
smooshing the contents dangerously flat against his taint.
Gino’s cheeks puff out and he gags, his body convulsing
with another low blow scored against his eggs, shattering his ego and pride as
he screams high-pitched and blood curdling. The sound makes the nearby dancers
return and hands touch and grope his sweaty muscles. But one hand reaches
around to the front and grabs his cock, but Gino’s big dick is useless in the
hand of the dancer. The floppy appendage does not want to harden as pain flows
through Gino and he rolls his head up staring at the lights swirling above.
Gritting his teeth he tries to form words, or coherent thoughts but he does not
get a chance to before Zagan punches him again.
Both wrestlers start to lose count as fist, after fist
pound away at the fork between Gino’s legs. Gino’s balls swell, and bruise but
still Zagan does not let up until warning lights flash overhead blinking the
end of the evening.
“Saved by the bell,” Zagan Zeller says. He’s tired, and
sits on the raised box near the cage, breathing hard. “You have one tough pair
of balls. Resilient little fuckers. I need another few rounds to finish you
off. Looks like you are saved…for now.”
Gino hears none of the threats, he is so out of it.
Zagan leaves him, with one last back handed slap across
his nutsack. The crack makes Gino scream as the lights come on.
“See you next time, loser.”
Zagan Zeller starts to leave but Parker asks him.
“Key…please.”
Zagan turns to fix him with a stare, and spots Parker
covering his genitals with both hands protectively.
He smiles. “I’m sure that you will think of something to
get him down.” Zagan does not turn back, but walks straight out of the door
leaving Parker to curse him beneath his breath as he hurries over to Gino.
“I’ll…think of something.”
“Bro…ther…call Jayden,” Gino whispers in a moan.
“He won’t have a key, what’s he doing to do? I’ll be
right back. Maybe one of the bouncers have a spare.” Parker runs off.
The club kids start to head off, leaving Gino alone.
Gino’s arms ache, and he just wishes to get down as his
brother walks into the room. He is not alone.
Jayden has a headlock on Zagan, and is slamming his fist
into his abs repeatedly. “You. Fucking. Will. Give. Me. That. Key!” orders
Jayden.
Warning:
Underage character has entered the story.
Never has he seen Jayden so angry.
Jayden unleashes a flurry of punches that drops Zagan
onto the floor and Jayden is forced to release the head lock. But he kicks
Zagan in the head so hard that the crack reverberates through the walls of the
club and he is thrown back onto the floor landing with a huff.
The key falls from his closed fist, and Jayden picks it
up and steps onto Zagan’s crotch with a stomp that crunches the poor manhood
underneath under his sneaker with a sickening squish.
“Stay here, Gino will take a turn when he is free.”
Jayden runs over to him, worry and concern in his dark
eyes.
“Gino.”
The name is said so softly, as Jayden reaches through the
bars and touches his brothers leg tenderly.
“I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Jayden climbs the cage, and opens the door. Gino looks up
and tries to smile, but it comes out more like a grimace.
“Jayden.”
Jayden reaches overhead and unlocks the lock with a small
click. Gino falls limp against his younger brother and the two stumble out of
the cage. Chase is there to catch them.
“Man he’s heavy!”
“Thanks Chase. Let’s get Gino out of here.”
“I collected his stuff, let’s hit it.”
Jayden smiles at him and the two half carry Gino out of
the club.
Parker never comes back but they see him outside,
nervously pleading with David for the key. He lights up when he sees Gino and
comes running over.
“You must be the brother. Jayden?”
“Yeah, that’s me. You must be Parker the one who got him
into this mess.”
That stops Parker. He blushes and looks down scolded.
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
“I think Gino had enough fun for tonight,” Jayden says
helping to put Gino in the back of Chase’s car. Jayden turns to face Parker and
sees that the red headed looks concerned for his brother, so Jayden adds. “I’ll
take care of him, it’s what I do.”
Parker nods. “Okay.”
Parker leans into the car and says “Sorry about tonight.”
“Notyourfault,” Gino says running his words together as
he lays down in the back seat, the soft upholstery feels so soft and cool
against his brow.
“I’ll see you later?”
Gino briefly waves goodbye as Jayden gets into the
passenger seat, seat buckle clicking as he turns to face his brother.
“You should have answered you phone…I would have…I’ll
give you this lecture tomorrow,” Jayden finishes turning back around.
“Thanks Jayden…for coming.”
Jayden nods his head. “I always will…if I know where you
are.”
Chase puts a hand on his shoulder, “He knows that he
fucked up. He needs sleep. Talk to him tomorrow, Jayden.”
“Are you…trying to help him?” Jayden raises his eyebrows
as the car starts up and Chase starts to back-up and head onto the road. “Wow.”
Chase half-smiles. “Me? Never. I figure if you get into
lecture mode I’ll get one too.”
Jayden punches him on the shoulder and laughs along with
him, but the snores from the back seat make the couple pause.
“He’s out.”
“Yeah.” Jayden grabs Chase’s hand, lacing his fingers
with his. “Thank you for the fake I.D. I can’t believe you already had one made…”
“You can’t?” Chase laughs. “Next time we have fun with
them.”
“Yeah. Not this.”
They settle into a silence as they drive Gino home, their
hands never breaking contact until the Chase parks the car, helping Jayden get
Gino into the house and under the blankets.
Jayden supplies him with a cold ice pack between his
brother’s big thighs, and kisses Chase goodbye at the doorway.
Jayden clicks off the light whispering “Goodnight,” as he
closes the door. Gino is already asleep, and Jayden closes his eyes leaning
protectively against his brothers bedroom door the hard wood keeping him
upright. He’s dead on his feet, the adrenalin that coursed through him seems to
have evaporated leaving Jayden drained as he stumbles to his bedroom and
crashing onto his bed, not bothering to take off his clothes as his eyelids
fall and the world goes dark. He sleeps hard, and dreamless his body barely
moving from when he first laid down. His brother is safe, and that is all that
matters.
~End
2 comments:
Awesome story with so many of my favorite characters...David, Parker and my new fave Zagan (and in a sado mask too...mmm)!!!
I expect Zagan's "big" balls may soon regret messing with the Gomez family assets....the way he targetted Jayden's boyballs in the ring and now trashing Gino's huge plums in the cage is asking for trouble! So far all he got in return is one nasty stomp from Jayden.
I think Zagan deserves a more humiliating experience next time he messes with our heroes...and we still don't know how his goods stack up...is Zagan really as big as he claims?
Can't wait to read more.
Reg
Hi Reg,
Zagan is such a targeter, and he has his sights on Jayden (as so many do). Poor Gino was a means to an end. The Gomez brothers never back down from a fight and I think that Zagan better watch his back they absolutely know that he is a threat!
I am happy that you liked this one, Reg. And I was happy to bring Zagan back in with this one.
Sincerely,
Jimmy
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