The Devil
You Know: Part 2
By Reg and Jimmy
Hello Ball Busting Boys Community,
Here is the next amazing story written by Reg and I. Sit back and
enjoy everyone!
Sincerely,
Jimmy
P.S. I just updated the final version of this chapter, hope that you all enjoy this crazy ride.
Warning: Contains ballbusting and underage characters. I do
not know who drew this photo, but it is amazing. If you know the artist please
message me so I can tag their work.
Chase is still smirking and chuckling to himself as he follows Sam
Hell down the corridor at a safe distance.
“Yeah Doug’s really in for it now!” the blond boy smirks, pumping
his fist with glee.
Chase really hates Doug!
The animosity started when the stocky wrestler came to try out for
the swim-team a few months earlier. Doug had witnessed first-hand how Chase
ruled his roost, and if there's one thing Doug can't stand it's a bully,
because that is his job! Doug had watched on while Chase intimidated the
younger swimmers; threatening them with his superior muscles and laughing at
the modest bulges in their Speedos, even forcing the embarrassed swimmers to
line up naked to compare their little acorns and cocktail sausages next to
Chase's blossoming genitalia. Chase was really enjoying the moment and was
caught completely off-guard when Doug issued his challenge. The locker room
suddenly turned deathly quiet as Chase turned to face his rival and immediately
sensed a real threat. Chase was the tallest, strongest and most hung swimmer on
the team but now he was facing a seasoned wrestler in all his naked glory.
Doug's chest was broader and his muscles bulkier but it was Doug's manly bush
of pubes that really caught Chase's eye. Doug was clearly more of a man than a
boy and in the fight that followed his raw strength and gut-busting punches
finally proved too much for young Chase to handle.
Chase cringes as he recalls the horror of that first encounter
with Doug. The ignominy of being overpowered then beaten up in front of his
peers had left a deep emotional scar but Chase's biggest regret was challenging
Doug to compare the size of their balls. Since puberty, Chase has been
immensely proud of his big dangling testicles and has always felt such beauties
deserve to be displayed and adored. In fact few things give Chase more pleasure
than pressing his big studly balls right up against an inferior set to prove
his superiority. None of his classmates could match the sheer size of Chase's
ripe plums...well apart from Jayden but only because his boy-balls were so
bruised and swollen from Chase's low blows. There was no doubt that Chase
big balls ruled the school....until Doug’s big hairy bollocks stole his crown.
Chase shudders in horror as he reaches down to fondle his beloved
testicles that are swinging loosely inside his sweatpants. They feel so warm
and heavy in his hands and he smiles, safe in the knowledge that his latest
growth spurt has righted this injustice and relegated Doug's ugly bollocks back
where they belong. Chase is so busy dwelling on his achievement that his pace
has slackened and when he looks up Sam Hell is already disappearing down the
end of the corridor. The Devil Boy has his mind set on a quest for revenge and
Chase has to speed up which is quite a struggle with the pain still emanating
from his big bruised balls which bounce painfully between his thighs. Chase
grits his teeth, starting to regret his decision to free-ball after getting his
big nuts cracked earlier that morning.
The Devil is in a fiery rage and all because of Chase’s clever
scheming. Just moments earlier, Chase had spun him a fabricated tale about how
Doug had taunted him when he was still unconscious, even accusing Doug of
stomping on Sam’s sturdy coins and contributing to the agony he felt when he
finally came to after the shocking defeat to Jayden. Chase's story had poked
all Sam's hot spots just as he intended...including a few fictitious jibes from
Doug alluding to the size and sturdiness of the Devil Coins had exposed a few
of Sam Hell's insecurities.
A few corners later, Chase figures out exactly where Sam is
headed.
As Chase makes his final turn he sees a wooden door creaking shut
at the end of the hall.
Chase takes a few steps towards the door, and with excitement
brewing he opens the door.
Inside, the lights seem brighter. Light streams through the wide
windows, and tiny bits of dust float lazily by Chase reminding him of fuzzy
tufts Hackberry aphids that signal summer is coming. Chase’s blue eyes begin to
adjust as he looks around the room and finding Sam Hell opening and closing the
locker room door moving silently, the door shutting with nothing but a whisper
of air.
Moving quickly, Chase heads through the wide open gym. The mats
have been taken out a laid down ready for use but are left ignored. Chase
passes by them and quietly opens the locker room door. Standing a few feet from
the open door is Sam Hell, his head is tilted as he watches two boys on the
bench.
“Hold still,” Aldo says gruffly, a full blue bag of ice in hand
between Doug’s wide-spread legs.
“Fuck it’s c…cold.”
Aldo humors with, “It’s got to be, man. Your big hairy nads are
all black and blue. Stay still mi amigo, and let the ice do its thing.”
Aldo wears his singlet on half his body, the blue straps dangling
around his waist. Aldo does double duty during the week. His afterschool
schedule is packed with both swim and wrestling practice and his torso is well
defined because of it. Aldo’s expression is one of concern as he gazes at Doug,
one hand on his teammate’s shoulder, the other holding the icepack in place.
Chase notices that neither boy seem to have noticed the new
arrivals and facing away from the door they have no idea they are under such
dangerous surveillance…
Doug is sprawled out on the wooden bench, his whole body just
managing to fit. He’s in his underwear, with Aldo holding the cold pack to his
lower region. Tufts of black hair poke out from the seam of the Abercrombie and
Fitch briefs, and he sighs heavily as Aldo shifts the icepack.
“So, maybe it wasn’t such a smart idea trying to take on the whole
swim team after all?” Aldo asks tentatively, rolling his eyes at his friend’s
stupidity…
“Nonsense…I proved my point didn’t I? I can beat any swimmer, any
day…I only wish I had faced Jayden as well…I would have demolished him too if
Sam hadn’t stuck his nose in.”
Sam Hell’s shoulders seem to tense, his back muscles twitching and
fingers curling into fists at his sides.
Doug huffs and follows on with. “Sam Hell has grown soft…and I
blame that dickless runt Bill. That interfering kid has ruined everything, he’s
managed to turn the mighty Devil Boy into a pathetic wimp. So much for our invincible
wrestling captain! I tell you Aldo, that red-eyed freak can’t even handle a
kick in the jewels from a teenager these days. No wonder our wrestling team has
gone to shit.”
Aldo can’t help smirking as he gently massages Doug’s bloated plums
“Well, er, it seems Sam still made quite a mess of these big bollocks of
yours.”
“You don’t know the whole story, Aldo! Don’t forget I took on the
whole swim-team including your dickhead of a Captain before Sam got to face me.
I wonder if Chase is still crying after what I did to his bald little
boy-balls” Doug fumes “You know I would have beaten Sam Hell too if Chase
hadn’t tried to bite my nuts off!”
“Ow! Lucky your manly bollocks are so tough!” Aldo chuckles but
Doug ignore him as he continues his monologue.
“God, Aldo, it was so humiliating watching Sam Hell getting his
nuts owned by a fourteen year old, especially a brat like Jayden. I can’t
believe Sam Hell has been reduced to such a fucking pussy.” Doug spits out the
last word in utter disgust and Aldo seems taken aback.
“Look Doug maybe you should just…you know, just let this go? I'm
sure Sam Hell will get his mojo back soon and our wrestling team will kick ass
again, you’ll see.”
“Fuck the team…ugh!” Doug grabs his sack in both hands wincing.
“This is personal now! I’m sick of Jayden and I’m sick of Sam Hell…they will
both get what’s coming to them.”
“I don’t think so, Doug.” A deep voice booms.
“Huh!” Aldo jumps up, spinning to face Sam Hell, his eyes wide in
terror. “Sam Hell! Wh…what do you want from us?” Aldo stammers, backing away
nervously.
Ignoring Aldo, Sam Hell leers down at Doug, whose eyes are also
wide open in surprise still clasping the icepack to his groin.
“Clear off Aldo, my business is with Doug here.” An angry sneer
wrenches at Sam Hell’s thin lips and Chase grins as he watches on, leaning
against the wall, hands folded over his chest.
Doug slowly sits up, but winces again. His hefty balls ache, and
when he moves it feels like he was just punched in the bollocks again so he
groans and lays back down.
“Not now, Hell…I’m not in the mood” Doug frowns.
“Too bad,” Sam says stepping forward, and leering down at his
prey. “Because I am.”
“Sam, no!” Aldo says, bravely putting a hand on Sam Hell’s chest
and backing him up a step as he comes in between the two. “Doug’s just hurt and
angry, he didn’t mean what he said, just leave him alone for now…”
Sam Hell does not take his eyes off of Doug but reaches out,
fingers spread wide and latches around the prominent bulge poking out from
Aldo’s singlet.
Aldo takes a deep breath, his legs slightly turning in as he grabs
onto Sam’s wrist with both hands shaking his head.
“Sam? Please no…not the balls!” Aldo squeaks as Sam’s nutclaw
sinks into his tender fleshy ballsack.
Chase winces, seeing Aldo’s nut meat bulging obscenely outwards as
Sam squeezes the core of his testicles between his powerful fingers.
“Go head off to practice Aldo…or I’ll neuter you…” Sam pulls up
his wrist with a slight flick, his voice like liquid honey as he begins lift.
Aldo moves to his tippy toes, groaning all the while. His dark
eyes cross, and he hisses between his teeth “Mi huevos!!!” Aldo says in a gasp,
then groans eyes pleading for mercy.
Doug tries to sit-up but Sam swings his foot up and slams it down
onto Doug’s chest pinning him to the bench.
“Wait your turn, Doug. You’re going to regret messing with my
invincible coins!”
Sam stays still, his nutclaw doing all the work for him as Aldo
moans and groans, his ball cords being stretched to the max with Sam refusing
to lower them. At the same time Sam expertly squeezes Aldo’s testicles with
just enough pressure to completely paralyze the Latino boy.
Chase puts a hand on his own nuts, feeling his heavy orbs and
sympathizing with Aldo’s plight. After all only a few minutes ago Sam had him
in the same position.
Chase clears his throat, “Ahem.”
Sam twists his neck a fraction of an inch but one red eye glares
at him. “Chase! You followed me I see. You wanted to see a master at work,
huh?”
“Uh yeah, I guess” Chase starts, taking the invitation to get a
bit closer. “Well actually I think you missed something.”
“What do you mean?” Sam frowns back dangerously.
“Look I know Aldo pretty well,” Chase chuckles stepping behind his
fellow swimmer and putting one hand on his abdomen and feeling Aldo’s clenched,
shuddering muscles, as the fourteen year old wrestler tries to deal with the
pain coursing through his body.
“His nuts are pretty weak and he knows it…can’t you see he’s
trying to escape the worst of your hold. Look how he’s teetering on his
tip-toes to avoid being lifted up by the nuts. See he’s a smart kid, but it
does mean he’s missing out on some of the pain.”
“Chase!” Aldo grunts blinking back angrily, before groaning out an
“Ahhh…ah, ahhh!”
“Look Sam, if you lower your arm a bit and tighten your grip he’ll
be on more stable footing then he’s really feel the brunt of your nutclaw.”
Sam ponders for a moment, rolling Chase’s words around in his head
while he’s rolling Aldo’s balls in his hand.
“Hmm, you might have a point, er thanks” Sam lowers his wrist by a
few degrees until his victim’s heels rejoin the ground and Aldo’s forehead
creases, a distressed look appearing in his eyes as he moans low. “My…fucking
nads…Sam…please…let go!”
“You see the difference?” Chase’s hand slides down to cover Sam’s,
and he squeezes his fingers, applying a second nutclaw targeting the lower half
of Aldo’s nuts where they bulge out below Sam’s grip “Oh dear I really think
he’s in trouble now.” Chase chuckles with a devilish grin.
Sam’s smirks and both red eyes turn to fixate on Chase. “You know,
I like your style kid.”
“Thanks Devil Boy, that means a lot coming from you.”
A moment of empathy is shared between the bullies, as Aldo
whimpers, his body slumping back against Chase, “I can’t…!” he tries to say,
but his voice comes out like the squeak of a twelve years old. Aldo’s torso
shudders, his ball pain intensifying as his nuts are being squeezed by two
hands simultaneously.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” Aldo groans.
Doug has fire in his eyes, as he grips Sam Hell’s ankle trying to
lift the leg off of his chest. He grits his teeth in his efforts, gaping at
Aldo and the utter destruction that is occurring in his teammate’s singlet
pouch. Aldo’s nuts appears to be smothered by fingers jutting in and out of his
scrotum and Doug can only imagine how awful that must feel and worse what the
pair intend to do to him once they are finished with Aldo.
Aldo tilts his head up to the ceiling and lets out a grunt, before
he opens his mouth and sucks in a breath preparing to scream. A hand covers his
mouth and Chase whispers tenderly in his ear, “Shhh Aldo, we’re just trying to
toughen up your weak gonads, you’ll thank us for it later.”
The boy hollers into Chase’s palm, his body convulsing and Aldo
face slumps further between Chase’s solid pecs, barely able to stand up on his
own.
“Doug’s turn?” Chase asks hopefully.
“Yeah,” Sam grunts, getting right into Aldo’s face. When Sam
blinks his eyelashes softly bump into Aldo’s. “Now stay out of this Aldo, or
else.” Sam Hell gives one final squeeze, making Aldo moan before letting him
go.
Chase is alone in supporting Aldo now and he reduces his
nut-claw to a less painful but still dominating hold, gently rolling Aldo’s
plump orbs and feeling them return to their normal shape and size. Aldo’s juicy
cojones are more developed than any of the other swimmers and the only pair
that are even worthy of comparison with Chase’s prized testicles and both boys
know it. Putting his pride aside, Chase can’t help feeling rather impressed by
the size of the plump cojones that fuel Aldo’s raging libido and is greatly
enjoying dominating his well hung rival. He also feels assured knowing these
fat Latino gonads are notoriously fragile and already feel softened and a
little swollen under his sensual touch. It’s been a few weeks since Chase has
had a good grope of Aldo’s scrotum and he feels extremely relieved to discover
there has been no major developments in his ball-bag. ‘I’m still the bigger
man, I fucking knew it!’ Chase beams proudly, ‘and that makes me
the biggest in this room too!’
Something is stirring in Chase’s grey sweat pants, he can feels
his eager cock growing heavier and longer, nudging the draped fabric of his
sweatpants and he edges forward pressing it up against Aldo’s back, making his
team-mate aware of his size and power. How he loves being the most
well-endowed man in the room!
“So Aldo,” Chase whispers warmly in his friend’s ear, his lips
accidently brushing against the lobe “I have to admit, buddy, you do have a
nice big set of balls.”
“Ugh…thanks” Aldo almost chokes at the unexpected compliment then
shudders, knowing full well how Chase treats his rivals.
Chase chuckles continuing to toy with Aldo’s equipment, ironing
out the dents that he and Sam wrought on his gonads then he tells him.
“Yeah, such nice big balls! But you do know I’m bigger than you,
right buddy?” Chase hisses putting a slight squeeze on Aldo’s right nut.
“Dude! Come on!” Aldo squirms painfully “OK Chase, yours might be
a little bigger”
“Oh so you want to make sure? Now I understand” Chase chuckles as
he sensually rolls Aldo’s big nuts in his hands and grins, excited about the
challenge.
“Go ahead buddy! Put your hands in my pants ....and I bet you’ll
feel nuts” Chase chuckles recalling an old song lyric “Seriously dude, I want
you to check me out too! I want you to feel the size of your captain’s big
balls.”
“Huh?” Aldo gulps and blinks, shocked by the invitation but for
once he sees no trickery in Chase’s deep blue eyes and nervously he reaches
down until his soft fingertips graze the warm skin of Chase’s torso, tracing
down the gentle undulations of his toned abs, probing his small inset navel
before cautiously gliding his fingers deeper, sliding under the waistband
following the trail of fine wispy hairs. He gasps surprised at the lack of
underwear as his fingertips encounter his captain’s prodigious swinging cock
which to his surprise is throbbing powerfully, already semi-hard and tilting
upwards under his grasp. Instinctively Aldo’s fingers fold around the thick
shaft, curiosity getting the better of him as his hand slides further down
feeling every throbbing inch of Chase’s boyhood.
“Chase!” Aldo gasps “Oh wow, er you’re so…big!” the words seem to
spill subconsciously from Aldo’s lips and he immediately hates himself for
saying it but he simply can’t stop his inquisitive hands from exploring
further, rummaging greedily inside Chase’s treasures chest. Aldo moans as his
fingers explore the heart shaped crown of the captain’s cock and he sees the
blond boy’s muscles quiver as he touches the sensitive tip that can feel
peeking out under his silky foreskin. Aldo gulps as Chase potent tool suddenly
makes a lurch upwards, rising powerfully, brushing aside the soft fabric of his
sweatpants until it is thrusting straight outwards at half- mast. Aldo shudders
and can’t resist taking a firm grip of the big, girthy shaft as he buries his
face between Chase’s muscular pecs before delving even lower with his free hand
to scoop up the blond stud’s heavy dangling balls.
“Yeah that’s it Aldo, now fondle my big balls!” Chase groans as he
continues to massage Aldo’s big jewels “So what do you reckon, Aldo? Who’s
bigger?”
“Ok, ok! You win, Chase. I mean your big balls are…bigger
than mine” Aldo sighs a little despondently as he comes back to his senses
surprising Chase by giving his heavy nads a playful squeeze that makes the
handsome captain gawk in shock.
“My big balls! Dude careful! I’m still sore down there” Chase
scowls and leans forward for a little revenge, tightening his own grip on
Aldo’s ample testicles.
“Mierda! Oooooh, no me rompas las bolas!” Aldo pleads, unable to
prevent his tongue switching back to his native Spanish whenever his manhood is
threatened. “Por favor, amigo!”
Aldo seizes the wrist that threatens his balls at the same time
clutching onto Chases scrotum for support and when he looks up the swim team
captain is blinking and gaping back at him mirroring his own pleading
expression.
“Truce?” Chase gasps out looking deep into Aldo’s trusting eyes as
he bravely releases the grip on the Latino’s plums and he sighs with relief as
Aldo does the same.
“So now I admit it” Aldo confesses rather downheartedly “My
cojones have grown a lot but your big balls still win”. Aldo shrugs knowing
it’s not really a big deal then he slowly looks up with a little sparkle in his
eye “But I tell you one thing Capitan, my seed is still more potent than
yours.”
Chase raises his eyebrows with a confused expression but Aldo
seems in no rush to justify his words and seems very self-assured as he leans
back against Chase, his ass pressing Chase’s half-cocked erection upwards and
he reaches down to touch Chase’s hand that is still tenderly cupping his horny
Latino testes.
“Can you feel it, Chase? How virile my balls are! Let me tell you
a little secret amigo…my cojones are the most virile in our whole school.” Aldo
chuckles, not used to showing off “I’m sure I can spurt even more cum than
these big balls of yours.”
Aldo brags playfully giving Chase’s hefty plums a friendly squeeze
“And if you don’t believe me Captain, just ask Leroy.”
“Oh now that sounds like a challenge!” Chase licks his lips
eagerly “And I hardly need Leroy when I can find out right now!”
Chase grins wickedly, his other hand moving to get in on the
action, sliding beneath Aldo’s waistband quickly locating Aldo’s long flaccid
penis and giving him a quick stroke.
“Chase, that’s not what I was …” Aldo protests, as Chase toys with
the sleeping serpent. His heartrate starts to pick-up as Chase moves his thumb
around his slit on his cockhead. “Chase we can’t! What about Jayden and
Ler....Ooooooh” Aldo groans deeply, the desire registering in his voice that
both pick-up on.
Sam Hell could not help but watch the interaction with interest as
he holds Doug’s hands next to his head. Sam is about to comment on what Chase
is doing when Doug notices the Devil boy’s distraction and slowly weaves his
right foot, positioning it right between Sam’s legs. Doug trains his eyes on
the prominent twin bulges then takes a deep breath and sneakily kicks straight
up from his prone position on the bench.
Sam Hell’s red eyes widen in shock, as a jolting kick hits him
from below.
“Fuck you, Sam! That one was for Aldo!”
Sam Hell grunts in agony, suddenly aware that his sturdy coins are
far from healed after Jayden’s ball crushing frenzy earlier that morning.
Stabbing pain erupts from his groin as Doug’s heel smashed into the vulnerable
undersides of his tender testicles and Doug meanly keeps his foot planted right
in between Sam’s undercarriage and pumps the sole of his naked bare foot up
into his scrotum, repeatedly nailing his crippled gonads.
Twisting his head towards Doug, Sam Hell moves his hands towards
his groin, but Doug who was a prisoner moments before grabs Sam’s wrists as
they try to get to his vulnerable groin.
“I don’t think so, Hell. You lost to Jayden and now you’re going
to lose to me.”
Doug jostles Sam Hell’s nuts some more, then he takes a deep
breath and prepares to use all his leg strength to lift the Devilboy up into
the air.
“Ugh! Not my fucking coins again!” Sam howls in despair, shaking
his head at Doug pleading to put an end to his torment, but Doug just squeezes
his eyes shut and focusses on crushing Sam’s nuts, clenching his teeth and
growling with the effort.
Slowly Sam Hell’s body begins to rise. The stocky, muscular
wrestler is so heavy that he sways precariously at first and Doug has to steady
himself but his powerful thighs hold the weight. Doug feels the benefit of all
the squats he has been doing in the gym as he opens his muddy brown beady eyes
glowering at Sam Hell’s tormented form above him. All of Sam Hell’s weight is
condensed to the one spot in which he is being held aloft, with his balls being
horribly compressed by his own bodyweight and Doug’s hairy pumping foot. Sam
begins to convulse as he feels his proud nads caving in while Doug leers up at
him.
“How are your invincible balls doing now, fucker?” Doug snarls
triumphantly.
Sam squeals in distress, his body bucking like a dying pig and his
brain is once again on the verge of shutting down to end the excruciating pain.
His powerful legs kick frantically and when both legs twist to one side it
finally tips the balance and Sam finds himself falling sideways as Doug’s
outstretched legs buckle. Seizing the moment Doug let’s his legs retract and
just before Sam hits the ground he kicks out with full force, scoring another
ball crushing heel strike that sends his hunky opponent flying across the gym
floor until he hits the floor tiles with a thud. Immediately Sam curls into the
fetal position weakly kicking his legs in pain.
“Yeah! I hope I broke your balls, dickhead!” Doug snarls, panting
from exhaustion and readies himself to get up and gloat over his rival. His abs
contracts, raising his shoulders off the bench but then his face cringes and he
slumps back his hands clutching between his legs.
“Shit, I hurt my fucking bollocks again!” he groans in annoyance,
nursing his plump eggs which must have got trapped between his thighs when he
was manhandling Sam. The pain is surging now as his adrenaline ebbs away but he
is still just as determined to finish off Sam Hell. Hearing a moan behind he
glances round and is mortified to see Aldo is stark naked with his hands all
over Chase’s pale muscular body, feeling up his toned pecs and stroking his
towering erection.
“Aldo, what the fuck are you playing at?” Doug scowls in disgust
“Just smash your knee into Chase’s puny swimmer balls, you know that weak fag
can’t handle it.... like a real man!”
Doug glowers angrily at Chase. He despises everything about the
swim-team Captain: his wealth, his effortless good looks, his swaggering
self-confidence and most of all his annoyingly lengthy cock and smooth heavy
testicles which to Doug’s disbelief seem to have eclipsed his own, clearly more
manly bollocks. Chase is even now parading his swinging tackle in front of Aldo
with that cocky smirk on his face. Doug scowls, feeling sick to the stomach and
utterly bewildered why Aldo doesn’t seize the chance to flatten Chase’s overgrown
plums which are still as smooth and hairless as a pre-pubescent boy.
“For fuck’s sake Aldo, just demolish his puny balls now!” Doug
yells in frustration then finally sits up and reluctantly turns his attention
back to his own aching bollocks as he carefully fondling the plump hairy orbs
between his strong fingers. What a manly pair of wrestler balls! Doug
feels a small resurgence of pride knowing he’s still clearly more of a man than
Chase will ever be.
“Ignore that loser” Chase winks at Aldo, “He’s been
sulking since he found out his fur-balls have been outgrown by my big balls”
Chase then yells across the room “Hey Doug, Let’s compare our nuts again?”
“Fuck you!” Doug growls
Chase just shrugs then smiles as he fondles Aldo’s delicious honey
colored low hangers. They rather remind him of Jayden’s but fit more
comfortably in his hand. “I tell you Aldo, your juicy young nuggets are still
no match for my big balls but if you keep growing you might just outrank Doug
one day. Now that will really piss him off!”
Aldo rolls his eyes, becoming rather tired of Chase’s relentless
bragging and belittling jibes. Aldo is almost a year younger but he’s a proud
boy and refuses to let himself become mesmerized by the blond Captain’s
stunning muscles or his impressive pouch or his snake-like words. Instead Aldo
just stares boldly back straight back into the Captain’s deep blue eyes then
takes a sudden firm grasp of the blond boy’s rigid tool that makes Chase gasp
in surprise.
“That’s enough of your talk amigo, let’s find out if your big
Captain’s balls are really as manly as you claim. Your testicles may be big,
but let’s see if they can pump out a real man-load like my virile cojones.”
“Challenge accepted! You’re so going to regret this, amigo!” Chase
smirks sarcastically, thrilled by this opportunity to prove his superiority
once again. He grabs Aldo’s rock-hard boner, gripping it and grinning with a
dominating almost maniacal grin and without a word both boys begins to stroke
each other’s schlongs, their lithe young bodied shuddering in excitement.
“Mmmm that’s it Aldo! Oh God! I’ve always wanted to cum while Doug
gets his balls crushed!” Chase pants turning his gaze towards Sam Hell “Stand
up, Devil Boy! Your coins are invincible right? So get up and beat Doug.”
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Sam Hell hears his name but can only moan miserably. The big
wrestler is on his knees clutching himself, wondering how his “invincible”
devil coins could fail him twice in the same day. He cringes as he rubs his
heavily muscled torso, beneath his rippling abs it feels like his guts have
been put through a blender.
“Ugh…my coins are fucked!” Sam groans miserably to himself.
“What wrong tough guy? You want to submit to me now or do I have
to kick your puny coins ‘til you puke?” Doug smirks, finally on his feet as he
slowly approaches the downed hunk.
“You will never beat me!” Sam snarls up at Doug but even his
terrifying blood-red eyes seem to have no effect on his cocky young prodigy
because Doug has already shattered his master’s shield and is moving in for the
kill. Sam bares his teeth and snarls like a cornered prey but inside he’s all
shock and confusion. Something has gone terribly wrong with his devil coins
today and once again he finds himself on the verge of defeat, sweating,
nauseous, his huge muscles weak and shuddering. He coughs deeply, his body
convulsing as he clutches his wounded testicles…”Fuck!!!” Sam spits in
frustration, picturing himself through Doug’s eyes, seeing what he has been
reduced to…just another broken, mortal male, like all the opponents Sam has
destroyed in the ring after striking their puny testicles.
“So much for the mighty Devil Boy!” Doug smirks down meanly “To
think, I used to believe all your crap about your invincible devil-coins. What
utter bullshit! You can’t even handle a kick in the balls from a puny kid like
Jayden so what chance have you got against a real man like me?”
To prove his point, Doug grabs the impressive bulge in his singlet
then roughly peels away the thin fabric and peers down proudly at his plump
exposed testicles.
“Look at my big hairy bollocks, Sam! They’re way bigger than your
puny little coins and I bet they’re tougher too! Now stand up like a real man
and fight me!”
Doug barks out the order, swinging his hand palm-first in a
vicious cheek slap that leaves Sam reeling. The big hunk gasps, dumbstruck by
Doug’s audacity and he gapes up, blinking a few times then his face turns
slowly crimson with rage almost matching the blood-red hue of his piercing
eyes.
“How dare you!”
Sam looks up roaring in rage, clenching his fists, his huge biceps
bunching together like cannon balls as he gathers all his strength. Slowly the
wounded wrestler rises to his feet, doubled over and gasping, trying to ignore
the pain in his groin but Doug gives him no respite. The younger wrestler grabs
him by his black hair hauling him up to his full height then slams his head
backwards cracking it against the wall. Sam groans groggily, reaching for his
skull and Doug steps forward and powers his knee up between the bigger man’s
thighs, lifting his rival clean off the ground hammering his balls into his
pelvis. Sam Hell howls in pain, instantly doubling over again, and one arm
curling around Doug’s waist for support while the other reaches for his mangled
testicles.
“Not my coins again!” he croaks in despair, shaking his head as
his fingers try to locate the shattered remains of his gonads.
Doug grins down at the shuddering wreck of his wrestling captain
with an evil glint in his eye and takes another handful of Sam’s hair and tries
to lift him forcefully upright “You ready to puke yet? Or do I have to do
it again?”
“Aaaagh! Fuck you, Doug!” Sam snarls, his fingers clenching into
Doug’s muscular butt as he tries to conquer the pain of his hair being almost
wrenched from his scalp. He writhes and groans but Doug is remorseless,
grabbing a second handful of Sam’s hair as he sneers down with a wicked grin on
his lips.
“Now stand up, tough guy!” he smirks admiring the bulge of his
young biceps as they begin to clench into solid balls of muscle, hauling Sam’s
torso skywards once again.
“Ugh! Oh fuck no, not again!” Sam gasps in alarm feeling horribly
impotent as Doug’s powerful muscles do their dastardly work, manhandling him
like a mannequin, positioning his powerful body into the perfect pose to trash
his tender devil-makers once again. Panic rises as he meets Doug’s triumphant
gaze and he shudders, feeling the bile already churning in his stomach, knowing
another kick in the balls will surely bring up his breakfast. In desperation he
releases his hold on Doug’s butt and plunges his hand between Doug’s hairy legs
from behind, his fingers spread and grasping blindly for the young wrestler’s
weakness.
“Motherfucker!” Doug yells, clamping his thighs shut just in time,
quickly freeing one hand to deal with the clawing threat to his vulnerable
boyhood.
Sam grunts in complete frustration, his wrist clamped between
Doug’s hairy muscular thighs, his whole arm now immobilized and unable to
defend his vulnerable devil coins. Sam yells in horror as Doug gets into
position and grabs him in a nutclaw his genitals smooshing together uselessly
in Doug’s deadly grip.
“Now I end you, Hell, once and for all!” Doug sneers, yanking the
bigger hunk forward against his firm barrel-chest and he leers down Sam Hell’s
torso, feeling a huge rush of power as he watches his strong fingers take full
control of his captain’s notorious Devil Coins. As the grip tightens, Sam
suddenly grasps his wrist, staring back in terror, shaking his head but Doug
just bares his teeth and squeezes harder, his muscles clenching ever tighter
his strong fingers slowly defeating the sturdy shell of Sam’s demon makers and
threatening the fragile nut-meat within. Sam roars in anguish, his body
thrashing and flailing uselessly as he is brutally manhandled by his younger
teammate. Doug is owning him, and his once-unbreakable balls seem to be
disintegrating between Doug’s emasculating fingers.
Sam hell moans low, slumping forward over the shoulder of his
rival who is still relentlessly crushing his balls with such cruel efficiency
that Sam’s mighty muscles fall slack like worthless slabs of clay.
“My…ugh…my fucking coins,” Sam whimpers his voice
cracking, bringing out another cruel laugh from Doug.
“Invincible balls my ass! Well you’re not so manly now, huh,
Hell-Boy?” Doug smirks cruelly grabbing Sam’s sorry scrotum roughly by the neck
and slapping his bulging gonads making him fold over and grunt. “Now I wonder
if you can still spunk…”
Doug ponders for a second, his other hand slipping beneath Sam’s
waist band searching for the Devil’s whip, which he finally locates, withdrawn
and cowering in terror above his battered bean bag “Is that really all you got,
Sammy. Not such a big man after all!”
Doug runs his hand down Sam’s rather average flaccid penis,
encircling the head and giving Sam a quick squeeze in his rough hands.
“Heh, now does this timid little guy want to play?” Doug asks,
feeling Sam Hell’s uncontrolled reaction as blood starts to engorge his dick,
and the sleeping beast starting to stir. “I see you like playing with me, I
always thought you might be a fag!” Doug whispers into the Devilboy’s ear.
Doug chuckles, feeling Sam stiffen enjoying his grunts and groans
as his other hand squishes his nuts hard. “Now do you submit to me Devilboy…or
should I crush your pathetic balls as I make you cum!”
Sam Hell is breathing hard against Doug, utterly bewildered how
his dick could be throbbing considering the unspeakable agony in his mangled
coins. He groans, shaking his head trying to find a trace of his former pride…I
can’t submit like this!…I ….I can’t cum like this!…. Not to Doug….not to
another’s clutches! Am I not the Devil, am I not invincible?
Sam clamps his eyes shut trying to shut out the excruciating nut
pain and the humiliating pleasure as Doug fondles his erection he leans up and
fixes Doug with his trademark red-eyed stare, his eyes dangerous and menacing
as he growls baring his teeth and weakly grabs onto Doug’s neck with both
shaking hands. Shuddering, Sam’s hand clasps tighter around his rivals windpipe
and Doug responds angrily thrusting a thumb deep into the hunk’s hefty right
testicle, skewering his manhood seeing the fight drain from Sam’s body until
Sam makes a sickening choking sound then suddenly spits into Doug’s face a
thick splash of mucusy matter that hits him right between the eyes, blinding
him for a moment.
The moment is all Sam needs.
Sam rears back his cranium and cracks his skull hard against
Doug’s forcing him to release him and tumble back to the floor with a mighty
crash.
The Devilboy is reeling on his feet, his breathing labored as he
cradles his mangled orbs, his rigid cock sticking painfully straight and dripping
pre-cum in his underwear. Sam’s eyes flash, and he spies Doug grabbing his head
groaning painfully and he picks up Doug’s ankles ripping them open and wide as
he spots his prize. A sneer crosses Sam’s face, his eyes hungry for revenge as
they glare down at Doug’s beefy testicles dangling low in his ballsack, nestled
among his prized bush of black pubes.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Doug tries to block incoming blow with his hands, to catch Sam
Hell’s heel before it drops down into his privates but he is too slow. Down
comes Sam’s foot, heavy and lethal slamming right in the bottom of Doug’s plump
balls. Sam leans in once he makes his perfect hit, burrowing the bottom of his
shoe into Doug’s testicles.
A howl comes from deep within Doug, and he grabs Sam’s ankle trying
to dislodge his foot, this only gets him a cool cold laugh from his captain
above him.
“I’ve got you now, Doug. You are all mine!”
Doug shakes his head, and careens “Aaaaaaaaaaaahh fuuuuuck!” His
mouth ajar, he moans low before another more powerful, savage tremor rocks his
core. Doug starts to feel sick, his abdomen throbs as pain sickening nausea
rips through him centered on the two orbs nestled between his thick meaty
thighs. Sam presses his foot even deeper into Doug’s groin until he recoils, and
gags coughing as his fingers paw at Sam’s ankle for mercy.
“My fucking bollocks!” Doug croaks as he writhes under Sam’s foot
“Fuuuck! I give, I fucking give!”
The Devilboy does not seem to know the meaning of the word, and he
yanks Doug’s ankles in each hand cruelly, really making sure to cause Doug as
much discomfort as possible as he crushes Doug’s balls into unrecognizable
hairy blobs under his foot.
Sam prepares to yank some more, but he’s stopped by a sudden
stabbing wave of pain from his right testicle, a delayed reaction to Doug’s
earlier finger thrust and the sudden crippling pain makes him drop
Doug’s ankles to grab his injured devil coins. With a deep groan he sinks
heavily on the bench rocking back and forth then peers up to look around. Doug
is still flailing noisily on the floor and Sam is surprised to see Chase and
Aldo by the far wall, too absorbed with each other to even notice. Things have
clearly heated up between them and Sam is quick to notice that neither boy will
be holding back their pending orgasms for much longer.
Chase is holding Aldo’s thickened shaft, his fist pumping up and
down his impressive girth a slight fap, fap, fap coming from him. Chase is
moaning, barely able to focus on what he is doing, as Aldo runs his fingers
expertly up and down his long rigid pole, his hand moving so fast it appears
nothing but a blur as pleasure courses through him. Leaning back, Chase groans
and Aldo rolls his plump kiwis between his fingers unable to fit both of his
engorged balls in one hand which turns Chase on even more.
“Cum for me, mi amigo,” Aldo encourages, giving Chase’s nads a
tender squeeze.
“NNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnng!” Chase moans, his body quivering with
excitement, and unbelievably Aldo picks up the pace pumping his cock quicker,
and harder giving his knob a quick squeeze each time he reaches his pink tip.
“I…I….” Chase iterates, unable to complete a sentence. He’s so
horny, and turned on and his blue eyes fix on Sam Hell almost unseeingly as he
gets closer and his bottom lip falls open a moan fleeing from his lips as the
red eyes flash his way.
Aldo chuckles beside him and leans in hungrily, scrapes his teeth
against his neck, his tongue wet and hot licking down his neck as he does and
Chase stops breathing, his heart hammering in his chest as his cock throbs. The
pulsations run down his penis, and his blue eyes widen as he moans. Chase’s
towering cock throbs powerfully, the pleasure overtaking him and he suddenly
screams in pleasure as his fires his first spurt of thick boy-juice. The hot
jet of semen shoots out towards Doug on the floor spraying the tiles with milky
puddles and almost immediately his cock throbs again releasing another even
heavier volley as his cock jerks in Aldo’s grasp.
“That’s it stud! Keep going.” Aldo’s gruff voice encourages him as
his free hand squeezes Chase’s solid biceps, feeling the almost man-sized
muscles flex between his fingers. The sound of Aldo’s voice and the feel of his
wet lips tickling his ear-lobe remind Chase that he still has a job to do but
for now he is frozen, his hand gripping Aldo’s boner for support as his
powerful orgasm overwhelms him, his cock erupting again and again, each volley
a little weaker than the last until his seventh and final spurt…a little spit
of clear liquid that barely eclipses his toes. With a weak moan Chase finishes
with a little dribble than trickles down Aldo’s hand and Aldo just holds his
spent hose watching it droop heavily in his hand, curving back downwards
towards the bench below. Chase gasps, breathing heavily as he admires the
shimmering stream of jizz on the floor that reach almost three feet away, it’s
one of his biggest, creamiest loads ever and Chase looks pumped as he reaches
down proudly to fondle his hefty teenage testicles.
“Fuck yeah! Now that’s a real man-load!” Chase smirks smugly down
at Aldo “See, I’m nearly sixteen and these are the biggest balls on the team.
You’re out of your depth amigo.”
Chase peers dismissively down at Aldo’s tanned cock, noting the
slightly inferior length and his more compact gonads swaying below and he grins
excitedly knowing the game is won: victory is in the bag and he can’t wait to
add to his bragging rights in the locker room. He doesn’t give Aldo even a
chance to submit as he turns his attention to finish off his horny swim mate.
Chase’s grip on Aldo’s succulent dick tightens, and Aldo gasps a little as
Chase starts to pick up speed matching the jerking motion that Aldo uses on his
own cock.
Aldo leans in on Chase, his body quivering as Chase strokes him
feeling the tips ridges and hot against his fingers every time he squeezes
Aldo’s erection. Aldo bites his bottom lip and whimpers, reminding Chase of his
boyfriend Jayden which turns Chase on even more.
“You like that?” Chase asks, eying the boy as he toys with his
cock.
“Ohh, oh, oh yeah Chase. God, I’m so, so hard!” Aldo grunts,
turning his head, his neck lengthening and straining. The muscles in Aldo’s
throat are tight as his dark brown eyes stare up at him his iris’s impressively
dark, like Jayden’s as Aldo opens his moan a crack and moans. Aldo’s torso is
taut, and with his free hand he runs his fingers down his chest and breathing
hard directs his cock and Chase’s hand further away from his body.
Quivering Aldo manages to gasp between moan. “I’m going…to beat
you, Chase!”
Aldo’s dark eyes close and he moans, lost in his world of pleasure
and grits his teeth together as his cock pulses in Chase’s grasp.
A slight shudder ripples through Chase, triggered by Aldo’s
defiant words. Chase hates to lose and his free hand which was just caressing
Aldo’s gonads tightens a bit and he sees Aldo’s forehead creasing with distress
so he increases his grip on Aldo’s smooth bare balls.
“Ooh…oooo…Chase….ugh! Not my cojones!” Aldo protests, with a deep
groan.
Chase ignores the plea as he presses a thumb deeper into one of
Aldo’s nuggets, enjoying the power rush as his bony thumb plunges deep into
Aldo’s fragile testicle until it deforms around his invading digit.
Gasping now, Aldo opens his eyes a painful expression washing over
his sweet face, gazing upwards using his eyes to plead his case.
“I play to win, Aldo. You should know that by now.” Chase
increases his nutclaw, strangling Aldo’s ball cords and preventing him from
letting nature take its course and Aldo gasps both hand grabbing onto Chase’s
arm trying in vain to release his trapped testicles.
“Mi huevos…mi…mi…ugggghhh,
ugh, ugh, ugh!”
Aldo’s dark eyes flick up to the ceiling as he groans, his body
shuddering as Chase dominates his smaller tormented body with a terrible grip
on his fragile balls.
Chase continues to squeeze Aldo’s plump nuggets, enjoying the
control he has over Aldo’s nuts as he crushes and mashes the twin walnuts with
avid enjoyment. Chase loves to manhandle a rival’s balls, making them wilt
under the expert grip of his dominating fingers, governing when or if a boy
gets to cum. Chase grips Aldo’s rock-hard dick firmly, no longer trying to
pleasure Aldo but making sure to touch or pump him a few times if he loses
rigidity. Chase is pretty sure a little nut-pain will diminish Aldo’s boyish
ejaculation to a sad little dribble, trickling down his cock like tears and
sadly dripping off his red throbbing testicles.
Chase grins at the thought of making Aldo lose so shamefully and
starts to pick-up the pace, pumping Aldo’s thick cut shaft. A moan of pleasure,
mixing with the pain brings Chase back as he pumps Aldo’s erection already red
and stiff beneath his touch. Grinning Chase says “Aldo…what’s the matter,
amigo?” Chase squeezes the heavy nuts resting just underneath Aldo’s cock.
“Maybe you’re too young to cum? Maybe your little balls aren’t ready yet” Chase
taunts him, jiggling the floppy balls in his fingers
before squeezing the right testicle between three fingers,
flattening the plump orb from three sides as his other steady hand jerks Aldo
slowly, feeling each small bump and vein along Aldo’s cock, strumming the
curved swollen pole.
Aldo can’t manage to speak, his arms no longer able to pull at
Chase to relent his grip on his nether region but grabs his hair, his chest straining
as he clenches his abdomen, his lean abs rippling as his body reacts to Chase’s
wicked treatment. Aldo’s engorged penis, starts to pulse and finally Chase
picks up the pace and jacks him off more quickly. The instant he does Aldo’s
black eyes blink open and he moans, breathing harder and lets out small little
gasps. “Fuck! I’m go…gonna cum!” he shrieks and Chase responds, reducing the
pressure on Aldo’s nads for just a moment as Aldo’s cock throbs, about to erupt
then pressing his fingers together around his nut-cords, strangling his
waterworks.
Aldo’s whole body stiffens, and his ass clenches, while his
fingers and toes curl and curve inwards as he grunts “Tnnn…nnn…uh, uh, uh!” His
body jerks upwards, paralyzed his shoulders pressing backwards against Chase’s
pecs, his balls expanding in Chase’s hand as his cum surges against the blocked
passageway, the pressure building inexorably higher until finally forcing its
way through, overpowering Chase’s blockade in an unstoppable surging torrent
that races up the narrow pipe and erupts like a fire hose from his towering
erection.
A scream of pleasure and relief comes from Aldo as the creamy
white blasts of cum shoot high in the air from his upwardly curved cock, over
shooting Chase best effort by almost two feet. Landing with a loud splash on
Doug’s singlet.
“No way! Fucker!” Chase curses angrily.
Consumed by his orgasm, Aldo does not notice as his dark eyes
cross and his body shudders in Chase’s strong arms, his raging Latino cock
still spurting thick jets of thick semen forming long trails on the floor
alongside Chase’s earlier load. Chase grits his teeth in frustration as he
compare Aldo’s thicker, fuller and more manly looking load that makes his own
best effort look rather boyish in comparison.
Slowly Aldo comes back to reality and he groans “Mi huevos… please…
stop… squeezing!”
Chase thinks about squeezing Aldo some more, but twists the nuts
viciously once making Aldo yip before he releases the drained pair.
“I had to make sure that you finished, Aldo.” Chase scowls angrily
“That’s what friends are for. Couldn’t leave you’re little balls half loaded…..
like you left mine!” There is a threatening edge to Chase’s voice as he roughly
pumps Aldo’s aching stiffy a few last times.
Aldo rolls away from Chase, his wet cock and balls slipping from
his grasp and he turns to see what he has done.
“Ugh! You fucking came on me!” Doug yells angrily from the floor
then gulps looking across at the sheer volume of the trail of cum on the floor.
“Aldo, how the hell can you…wow!”
Sam Hell stares at the two boys on the benches that have now
finished. Aldo is glancing at his handiwork on the floor and all over on Doug.
A knowing smile plays upon his sweet lips for a moment before he groans and
clutches at his bare throbbing nuts.
“Merda! Ugh…you really hurt my cojones” Aldo looks up accusingly
before turning his attention back to his aching jewels “You’re just a bad
loser, Chase!”
Aldo rolls onto his back both hands pawing at his bloated nuts,
while his still erect cock towers in the air between his fingers in a victory
salute tilted triumphantly backwards towards Chase, which makes the older teen
turn crimson with the shame of losing to a younger boy.
“Fuck you Aldo, you barely beat me anyway!” Chase scowls angrily,
clutching his big defeated balls in shame, wishing there was some way, any way
to save face. In desperation he finally blurts out “And you fucking cheated! My
big balls are still half full... I know it….the fucker didn’t even drain them
properly!”
A little ripple of laughter makes Chase clench his fists in rage
but surprisingly it’s not coming from Aldo who just shrugs back innocently.
Chase blinks in confusion, his perfect muscles shimmering and rippling under
the lights as he scans the room angrily until his eyes rest on Doug whose lips
are curled slightly upwards, clearly pleased to find a distraction from his own
throbbing gonads.
“Wow, what a fucking loser!” Doug smirks cruelly, crawling a few
inches forward then audaciously dabbing his finger into the blond captain’s
inferior trail of cum before swirling it around in a tiny circle and stretching
it between his fingers “Oh dear, Chasey look, it’s almost clear...little
swimmer boy can't even produce sperm yet. See Chase, you’re just a prepubescent
little boy after all, maybe you’ll do better when you grow a few hairs on your
balls!”
“How dare you!” Chase puffs up his chest, his eyes burning with
rage as he raise his fists in a boxer’s stance, biceps bulging at his sides as
his athletic torso ripples with unbridled power.
“What? You think I’m impressed by those puny little swimmer
muscles Chase, or those…” Doug smirks cruelly as he points at the bare dangling
genitals between Chase’s legs “Those embarrassing hairless boy-balls that
ejaculate like a ten year old and make you cry from tiniest little tap? My big
hairy bollocks beat yours in every way, you hairless runt!”
“Don’t talk to him like that!” Sam Hell suddenly growls and turns
towards Doug, anger flashing in his eyes and Doug looks shocked and confused as
Sam hauls him powerfully to his feet.
“Alright Chase, maybe you want to reply to Dougie here?” Sam yells
angrily, addressing the blond captain with a cordial nod.
Sam Hell swings Doug in his direction, keeping his arms firmly
behind his back leaving Doug’s solid, muscle bound body wide open and inviting.
Doug grunts and struggles, his rippling corded arms straining to
get free.
“Get the fuck off me, Hell...you freak!” he barks in desperation
as the swim-team captain strides forward with a determined glint in his cold, deep
blue eyes. Chase’s semi-hard cock sways heavily between his legs above his big
dangling balls as he takes his position in front of Doug eyeing the hairy
captive as he gets right up in Doug’s face.
“Big hairy bollocks, huh? Well maybe we need to compare again,
Dougie?” Chase sneers, grabbing his own testicles and pushing them to the
bottom of his ballsack before lifting them outwards pushes the big orbs up
against Doug’s ugly, hanging rocks. “Because I think we all know who’s got the
bigger pair now!”
Doug just sneers back at Chase, his chest rising and falling and
he narrows his muddy brown eyes at Chase before he spits in Chase’s face.
“Ugh!” Chase steps back wiping at his eyes.
Doug grins but Sam yanks his arms further back making him gasp in
pain.
“Be good Doug, or else…”
“Or else what, dickwad?…This!” Doug launches a kick straight up
into Chase’s swinging fruit, not a direct hit by any measure but he does manage
to catch one of Chase’s big nuts solidly plastering the ball between Chase’s
buttcheeks with a sickening squelch.
“Ugh! Fuck, my big ball!” Chase shouts grabbing his testicles.
Before Sam can react, Doug’s mule kick is already firing backwards
and the flat of his heel hits home nailing Sam Hell between the thighs and
unlike Chase’s kick he strikes the Devil purse perfectly crunching his nuts so
hard that Sam’s feet leave the floor for a moment before he lands again.
Sam blinks rapidly, not sure what happened as pain rips through
him then he roars in pain his muscular body arching back hands gripping Doug’s
powerful arms even tighter as his muscles contract and the young wrestler
panics as his shoulders threaten to pop out of their sockets.
“Get the fuck off me, freak!” Doug roars, firing off another nut
breaking back kick that finds its marks again but this time the THUD! As
Sam’s balls are crushed is accompanied by the release of his arm grip and Doug
groans in relief as he falls to his knees breathing hard but there’s a mean
grin on this face. He knows he has the upper hand now…those two kicks have
demolished Sam Hell’s weakened balls and as for that loser Chase, he’s always
been a one-hit wonder! Doug has victory in his cruel beady eyes as he plants
his feet and thrusts himself upwards to finish off his rivals when suddenly the
earth seems to jump up towards him striking his cheek as a mighty falling load
forces the air from his chest.
Doug grunts and gasps in shock, looking behind him to find Sam
Hell has collapsed right on top of him pinning him to the floor. Thankfully the
doomed wrestler is barely conscious, making miserable gagging, choking noises
as he kicks feeble with his legs but Doug is temporarily trapped and he needs a
few deep breaths to find the strength to shove him off.
Aldo’s dark eyes widen as he watches the finale play out from his
perch on the bench, his own balls seem to throb in time with his heartbeat as
he nurses them with both hands between his legs.
All four boys are in serious pain but despite taking a
half-hearted kick, Chase is making the most fuss, doubled over, cursing and
yelling loudly about his “fucking big balls” like the prima donna he really is.
One thing’s clear, if the sexy swim-team captain doesn’t get a grip pretty
soon, Doug will make his testicle problems a whole lot worse since he looks
close to escaping from his trap.
With Sam Hell clearly out of action, Aldo rubs his chin as he
surveys the scene wondering which of his cocky, alpha classmates he wants to
come out on top. Maybe Chase? The blond stud is far sexier but he's also annoyingly
cocky and can be a bit of a prick at times, still he does have a dreamy body
and the most beautiful manhood .So what about Doug? The big, bad, butch
wrestler is a great ally when things turn ugly and those sturdy, hairy bollocks
have their own manly charm. Aldo licks his lips just as Chase groans and
lurches over once again clutching his swinging, throbbing balls, his cute,
naked bubble butt is poking out towards Aldo, his firm round butt cheeks
clenching and unclenching above his heavy low hanging scrotum.
Aldo’s mind is instantly made up and he suddenly sneaks unsighted
into the fray, waiting for the right moment to swing the balance. After a deep
inhalation Doug grunts, thrusting his hairy butt into the air and Sam’s heavy
inert body tumbles aside then Aldo strikes! Rears back to deliver an earth
shattering kick that smashes into Doug’s heavy, low hanging testicles, sending
them swinging up and crashing against his muscled abs with enough power to send
Doug sprawling forward towards the door. Aldo instantly retreats, scampering
back unseen to the bench as Doug roars and howls in pain, gaping around in
confusion trying to locate the cause of the debilitating pain that is racking
his big bollocks. Then his cheeks puff out and he retches, tasting bile in his
throat his brow dripping with sweat and he knows he's about to puke...he shakes
his head, his mightily nuts are totally fucked now and he doesn't care whose to
blame....he can't let them see his shameful demise.
Crawling and sobbing, Doug manages to drag his broken body out of the
room, his sorry groans and gut-wrenching coughs making Aldo feel a little
guilty and he’s rather pleased when the heavy door swings shut to silence the
noise.
Sam groans weakly feeling his throbbing testicles pulsating
between his fingers and he lowers himself to the cool, cold tiles the change in
temperature feels good against his mangled manhood.
“Fuck...nearly broke my coins…again,” Sam sniffs, his head bowed
as he pulls up his knees to his chest his balls throbbing something awful. Sam
can’t understand why his usually invulnerable gonads have let him down so badly
twice in the same day…first Jayden and now Doug. Both weak fucking kids, what
the hell is different today…and then it hits him like a rock. It wasn’t Jayden
after all! It was earlier…Sam remembers now pumping his demon seed all over
Chase’s beaten body, and moments later the awful pain as Jayden’s first kick
struck home…my coins must be weaker when they’re drained, that means my devil
seed is my real power! Fuck, It could take hours to reload from my last
orgasm. I’m still…mortal!’ Sam shudders at the horrifying thought
feeling extra annoyed that it took him so long to figure out.
He will teach Doug to respect the Devil Coins…maybe tomorrow when
he is fully recovered and as for Jayden…. ‘Why is it always Jayden…’
“Sam?” Chase gasps, moving slowly and weekly until he’s kneeling
over the muttering, hunky wrestler. Chase’s leans down buck naked, “You okay,
big guy?”
“No…but I will be.”
“I know you will, you tough stud! And don’t worry I dealt with
Doug, he’ll be limping all through next week. I can take you back to my place
to clean up and recover.”
Sam nods. “Thanks. Give me…a few minutes.” Sam’s nuts throb in his
hand, and he looks up channeling his gaze into a piercing red stare. “Things
didn't go my way today, Chase, but I’ll show you what the Devil Boy can do!”
To be continued...
7 comments:
Jimmy,
I hate to repeat myself, but it was a real pleasure writing this one with you.
I love how we each added our own little kinks... there's no way i could have done something this good alone.
Hope other readers enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it.
And still 2 more parts to be published hehe!
Reg
Hi Reg and Jimmy,
What a wonderful series these are! Thank you for writing it :))
I am a Chase/Jayden fan since the start, though I really can't help but think Chase and Sam has really good chemistry in this :))
And of course, I find Chase's overconfidence and subsequent shame most most endearing ;)
Reg,
This would not have been possibile without you! You saw this really neat character development possibility between Chase and Sam Hell, the Devilboy. And damn, this was fun to write and the possibilities are open as to what could happen next between these two...dare-I-say-it...allies?
Looks like a lot of folks are digging it. In two days this post has seen 260 hits, 6 likes, and now 3 comments. Not too shabby!
Sincerely,
Jimmy
Mickeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Good to hear from you bud, it's been awhile! How the hell are you?
Yes, you have always been a fan of that partnership between Chase and Jayden, and you wavering on them for this means that Reg and I must have crafted a really interesting little spin-off!
Chase indeed had lots of fun reactions, Aldo might have been my personnel favorite to write in this one.
Cant wait to see what you think of the next two parts!
Sincerely,
Jimmy
Dudes this series is awesome. You guys write really well together.
As much as I enjoy Sam as the Invincible Devil, he is equally hot when he gets owned by the other villains. And Chase belongs in the villain camp—somewhat—even though his charisma can make it seem like he’s not. No matter how it shakes out, the bad guys are having a bad day!
H.
Dear H,
So glad you enjoyed it.
You're right that Chase is still a bad boy even if he has been somewhat tamed by Jayden! There's something about bad boys that is just irresistable!
In fact Doug is a dick as well so it was nice that Aldo came out on top this time since he's the most likeable of the bunch.
It really was great fun writing this with Jimmy.
Reg
Hi Harry,
Not sure how I missed this post of yours!
I am happy to hear that this story hits the right spot for you. Heh, Chase thinks he has changed and is not a 'villain' anymore and he has everyone convinced...right? Heh.
Bad day is correct for all the boys.
Sincerely,
Jimmy
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