The Sad Boys Series: Max and Shane Date #3 Part Five Dating Diasters Conclusion written by Jimmy

 

The Sad Boys Series:

Max and Shane

Date #3 Part Five

Dating Disasters

 

By Jimmy

 

 

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Hi BB community,

This one took me a bit longer to write, so sorry for the delay. Hope you all like the ending!

~Jimmy

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Max is quiet walking out of the locker room with Shane by his side.

Max is the third person on his team to go on a date. Leroy picked Jayden, and his brother picked Leroy. That surprises Max as he didn’t think his brother had a crush on anyone. He is the more romantic twin, at least in his own opinion. Maybe Rex picked Leroy to bust his balls…that was probably it.

While walking out of the Midtown School Max is feeling a little bashful, and being this close to Shane after choosing to take him on a date makes Max unsure of what he should do next. He’s wringing his hands together behind his back, twisting and turning them as Shane opens the door to the school for both of them.

A quick whisper of a thanks comes from Max and he swears that he can barely get past the lump in his throat.

Max is… well, not on his game.

 

“So where are we going?” Shane asks. He’s smiling, and it’s warm like sunshine. 

 

Max bites his lip. “Umm…” he’s still chewing on it when Shane laughs. 

 

“You didn’t think past the part of asking me out, did you?”

 

Max stops and sighs. Finally admiring it “Not really…I didn’t think that, you would say yes.”

 

Shane takes pity on him, and grabs his sweaty hand from behind his back. 

 

“Let’s play it by ear then, and head to Bartlet Park,” Shame suggests pulling at Max’s arm. He does not resist but follows on. 

 

“Sure, that’s a great idea.”

 

He feels like an idiot. 

 

The two mostly walk in silence, but the June day is filled with noises. A family of blue jays shriek at each other from the trees above, loud tires roll past from an 18 wheeler truck cutting out most of the sounds, while a jogging says “Behind.” Huffing as the pair make room on the far right of the side walk so close together near the fence that Max is right up against Shane. It last but a moment but in that time Max’s eyes find his dates and his breath hitches. 

 

“This way, goofball.”

 

Shane pulls him, and Max tries to readjust his shorts. He’s got a hardon and nothing has even happened between the two. It’s rather embarrassing, and his cheeks flush. Max wishes that he could just go home. 

 

Stepping into the entrance of the park, Shane leads Max to the fountain. It’s softly burbling up water from a spout at the top of a unicorn’s horn and trickling down the side. Moss covers most of the stone, and green algae seems to have taken over the rest. A few places are graphited in old tags which have faded themselves. It’s half full of cloudy water but here and there are a sprinkling of coins glinting up from the bottom of the pool and Shane pulls one from his pocket handing it to Max. 

 

“Make a wish.”

 

Max freezes in thought, but Shane does not take his hand away but tilts his head pinching his eyes at him waiting. 

 

It flicks from between his fingers making a small splash and Shane grins saying “I bet I know what you wished for.”

 

“How would—you…know?”

 

Shane leans in, he’s so close that Max smells the chlorine wafting from his skin. 

 

“I’m a good guesser,” Shane quietly tells him grabbing Max’s shirt in a fist and pulling him in his lips about to make contact. 

 

Max starts to panic and he’s not sure why but pulls back when someone says his name. 

 

“Max? Your Max right?”

 

Max does not know the guy well, he goes to Bartlet High but he’s seen him around. He’s with a group of guys and they are all half-crowded around Max and Shane and he gulps before responding. 

 

“Y—yeah.”

 

God he wishes that Rex was here. Rex always gives him such confidence. 

 

“I saw your video, too bad you didn’t win.”

 

“W—win?” Max stutters. 

 

“Yeah, the contest. We voted for you. You could take a hit to the nuts!”

 

The guys laugh, high-fiving each other before turning back to Rex. 

 

“So when is Jayden and Gino gonna get it?”

 

“I don’t…soon I guess.” Max reminds then the series of videos that he and his friends made, he was with his twin brother. He didn’t win the contest, but apparently a lot of people saw the videos.

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“Cool, cool.” 

 

Shane steps between them dropping Max’s hand and saying “Hey…you guys wouldn’t be interested in making a little video now…would you?” Shane asks, blinking at them. 

 

“Like what?”

 

Shane turns back at Max, and winks. “A little round two action before the next Watch This, comes out. You guys liked Max so much you could…bust him.” Shane shrugs noncommittedly, like it’s no big deal.

 

Maxes throat goes dry. “Huh? Wait what?” He’s still trying to process what Shane has just said but he takes a moment too long before the surrounding guys start answering.

 

“Yeah, man that would be so dope!”

 

“Lit, let’s do it!” says another. 

 

The guys are all agreeing and Max is trying to back-up but Shane grabs his hand pulling him back to the group. 

 

“Everyone gets one hit, the one who drops Max wins the little contest. There can obviously be more than one winner. Max will tells us who did it best…if no one drops him,” Shane explains. 

 

Max has never seen this side to him, he’s lit up. An inner fire that is consuming Shane and he’s animated as he lines up the guys before Max. 

 

A quick head count and Max counts seven in all. 

 

Seven.

 

All about to kick him. In the balls. 

 

Fuck. 

 

Max puts up his hands to try and stop this but Shane grabs both, pulling them behind his back. Shane is laughing a bit, a slow chuckle and he whispers in Max’s ear “This is going to be so memorable. What a guy idea that you had for our first date.”

 

The two are almost the same height and Max feels it; Shane is hard pressing it into his behind right between his cheeks. Max let’s out a small breath as Shane grinds it in further. 

 

“Put on a good show, alright?” 

 

“Shane I don’t think—uuuuuffff!” 

 

The first did not wait for an invitation. His foot slams into Max’s bulge, his nuts instantly smacking against his pelvis, crushed flat from the hard knock to his nether region. 

 

Max’s mouth falls open and the guy who recognized him is standing at the back of the line shouts “That’s the face! That one! He makes it whenever you squish his McNuggets.” 

 

The guys laugh, and the first one in front of him smiles at Max’s obvious discomfort. 

 

“Dang, I wanted to drop you.” He steps out of the way kicking dirt. “He’s one tough kid.”

 

“Oooo” groans Max, the pain starting to intensify between his legs. Max scrunches his forehead as he looks down at his bulge, his arms jerking against Shane’s hold in an attempt to get to his stinging sack, but no go. Shane is holding on much too strongly. 

 

“Who is next?” Shane asks.

 

Another guy, steps right up and Max does not even get a chance to look up before another leg shoots out snap kicking his bulge with a deafening crack. Max’s nuts are stuck between his asscheeks after that blow, his nuts plunged right up against his crack. Shane still pressing himself into Max feels them resting there, and takes his cock and uses it like a battering ram knocking Max’s balls free with a mighty trust. 

 

Max moans looking straight up past the guys, a slight pant coming from his mouth as it hangs open. 

 

“My nuts….oh no….uuughh ….my nuts…please…not again…” Max’s bottom lip trembles as he looks down the line of guys. This is not over, not yet. It’s barely even started. Five to go.

 

The guys laugh and the guy in back shouts “Max’s McNuggets are all smashed up now I think! Like mashed potatoes, haha!”

 

Max tends to agree. Too many guys left in that line. He tries to wiggle his way out, taking a step forward yanking at his arms in Shane’s tight embrace. 

 

“You are not going anywhere” Shane whispers, stepping with him. With more space between his asscheeks Shane drills the pointy end of his cock towards Max’s hole almost penetrating him through clothing. Max gasps at the intrusion, and goes to pull again but a flash of a knee from the third guy in line brings it up, hard and fast. The slam of shin knocks his squishy nads up against his taint and Max bites down on his tongue silencing a growing scream threatening to burst free. 

 

The third guy is holding Max’s waist, adding in a grin as he grinds his knee up and into the cavity between the small fork in his thighs crushing his nuts so that they almost flatten. He pulls back and blows Max a kiss before he steps to the sidelines.

 

Max hangs limp, it’s as if the fight was busted out of him. His genitals throb, shooting bursts of agony through his guts and his growing pair feel like that have doubled in size. Max’s heavy nut bag swings still between his legs and Max blinks at the brightness overhead as the sun starts to dip down between the houses. 

 

“Make it quick” Shane tells the waiting line. “He might not last too much longer.”

 

A truer statement has not been made. 

 

The next one steps up and Max barely can lift his head up enough to catch the determination on his face before he yells out, and kicks up smashing his stinging nuts again with almost sinister intent. 

 

Max gags and coughs and manages to spit out “FUck…fu…fucking hell.”

 

The guys laugh, still hanging around to see how this ends. The line is almost over but Max is dead on his feet as the next one steps up, but the guy at the end pulls him back and says something so quiet that Max can’t register the suggestion. It makes him squirm in Shane’s arms. His arms are slick with sweat, and Max prays for his testicles to make it through this. 

 

The guy steps up, he’s taller than Max like the rest but his bulk is almost overwhelming as he blocks out the sun and grabs Max without warning in his shorts feeling around until he grasps both of Max’s ample balls with ease. 

 

Max hisses out a “Don’t—” but he’s cut off with an increase in pressure as the guys forearm veins become more pronounced; the only indication that his grip is resolute. 

 

“Not bad amigo, too bad these will never come to maturity,” he threatens and no one laughs this time. 

 

Max gulps and dared himself to meet the guys gaze. 

 

“My friend back there, his name is Davion. He wants me to tell you that…he is gonna save the best for last.”

 

Max’s beautiful hazel eyes widen, and the tiny bits of green are so pronounced in the falling sunlight like drops of dew after a rainfall. Max gulps loudly, his throat seemingly moving on its own.

 

“Yeah, you should be afraid.”

 

He slowly releases his hold, and steps back measuring the distance with his foot to Max’s wide open legs. The tip of his shoe brushes the bottom of Max’s sack and he quivers, shaking his head. 

 

“Please don’t…I can’t take anymore,” Max pleas’ his words falling on deaf ears as the guy chuckles.

 

“Only one way to find out, Max,” he says icily.

 

The shoe grazes around Max’s bulge, slowly moving the lumps around in his shorts. Max attempts to hop from one foot to the next in an effort to get away, this earns a chuckle from guy number five. His toes nut tap him once, and Max cringes as he brings his foot all the way back. Max is shaking his head trying to tell him not to with his eyes but Max only finds determination as he swings his foot up and in hitting home and annihilating his male genitalia with a pulse pounding smack. The guy’s foot is still lodged up and in between Max’s legs so that he cries out, a gush of pain exploding from his two twin nuts and Max slowly descends to his knees.

 

The guys cheer because Max has finally hit the pavement. Shane goes with him, he’s breathing harder on his neck whispering “That was so hot, Max. Fuck man…he nailed you.”

 

Max can’t even think, his balls…his precious…

 

“UUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh….ugh, ugh, ugh, ooooooouuunnmmmmmph!” Max groans leaning his head back against Shane’s chest. “I….ooooooooOOOOughhhhh!” An intense gut-wrenching twist in his sack as the sixth grab rears up and boots him from above. Max’s legs were open enough for a shoe to sneak in, and the guy took his shot.

 

Max gags, he feels like he might hurl. His balls seem to be stuck in his throat.

 

“That was nasty” Davion says stepping up. He’s the last one and he crouches down next to Max lifting his head up to stare into Max’s pain filled amber eyes, the soft glow of the light seems dull in him. “You good, kid? Can you take one last one from me?” Davion asks, his hand snakes up his shorts from his pants leg as he grabs Max’s pouch.

 

Max hisses “Noooo…d—don’t. Uuuuuuuughhhh, ugh….please…I can’t….my balls!”

 

Davion’s grip increases and he grins, “My question was rhetorical. Get him up, Shane.”

 

“Sure, I want this last one to be memorable.”

 

“Shane…please…man, I…”

 

“Hush, it’s almost over.”

 

Together Davion and Shane lift Max up, he sways on his feet which buckle trying to send Max back to the ground, but neither let go. Both hold on tight.

 

“I was gonna kick you but…you will fall down if I do,” Davion explains, staring behind him at his waiting group a friends. A few seem bored, and look like they are ready to leave.

 

One says “Just smash his nuts in and let’s get out of here.”

 

“Dude, I’m recording. Be chill dude.”

 

“Whatever” he replies.

 

“I have to give them what they want” Davion says to Max, bringing back his knee.

 

Max goes to plead one last time but Davion hushes him with by putting his index finger on his lips.

 

“Come on man, you know how this will end.”

 

Max nods, his face gets this grim determination to it and he seems resigned to his fate.

 

Davion smiles and touches Max’s bulge with his kneecap, kissing the hanging bloated spuds before he pulls back and up swinging his knee as hard as he can into Max’s undercarriage. He can almost hear the squish of his nutsack squelching as Davion’s knee lifts him up off the ground. Max screams then, a roar of anguish and despair as his balls are crushed into his own taint. He hangs a moment at eye level with the tall black boy staring deep into his wounded yellow eyes. Davion bounces his knee, managing to get Max’s nads to plump back up before his own body flattens them out again with a horrid squelch.

 

When Davion pulls away Max tumbles into Shane who lets him fall to the ground alone not bothering to catch him.

 

Shane and Davion high-five, and Davion pulls Shane in telling him “Tell your big bro I said hello.”

 

“Will do, Davi,” Shane says.

 

The guys leave, the last one left comes up Max with his phone putting it up to his face. Max pushes it weakly away, the guy laughs and kicks Max in the stomach stealing the last of his breath away. Max is holding his gut with one hand, his balls with the other. He feels gutted, and miserable.

 

Shane crouches down next to him “Fun first date, right Max?” Shane’s eyes are cold, with none of the warmth he was showing earlier. “I’ll be heading home now, but when you are ready for date number two…you be sure to let me know. After you get your nuts out of your throat.” Shane laughs standing up, and whistling as he walks away.

 

Max does not move a muscle for almost a full half hour, the walk home is utter agony and he has to stop several times to rest. His bloated balls, pulse along with his heartbeat each time he does.

 

He crawls into bed taking off all his clothes, his phone pings.

 

The video is up for all the world to see.

 

 

~End

 

 

 

 

Bill is waiting for Shane at his house when he walks into his bedroom.

 

“Shane’s here” Sam Hell says from his doorway, as Shane walks in.

 

“Thanks Sam.”

 

Sam Hell eyes the swimmer suspiciously and tells Bill. “I’ll be right down the hall.” Sam Hell’s famously red eyes narrow into slits as he stares Shane down. Shane quivers under the intense blaring stare from the Devilboy. Sam nods more to himself, glad that he got his point across. “If you need me Bill, just call out.”

 

He does not wait for Bill to respond and is gone.

 

“I saw the video” Bill has a list out on his desk and sits down, crossing Max’s name off. It’s a short list.

 

“A few more to go, and then…we can move in on Jayden.”

 

Shane’s eyes widen as he read out loud “Gino, Chase and Rex…how are we going to—” he starts to say but Bill waves him off.

 

“You leave that up to me, Shane. Now that you are on board for defeat Jayden, all you need to do is follow my plan. Trust me, breaking up Jayden and Chase will be much easier once we eliminate and neuter their friend circle.”

 

Shane’s jaw drops open “But how—?”

 

“I have a plan, all you need to do is follow the plan and then you can have Chase and I…”

 

“Can have Jayden.”

 

“No!” Bill is standing now, his hands are balled into fists and he points a finger into Shane’s chest pushing him back with one little digit.

 

“Ow.” Shane rubs at his chest.

 

“This is not about me getting with Jayden, I am spoken for.”

 

Bill grabs Shane’s shirt yanking him to him. Shane is taller, but the sheer anger flowing from him makes Shane pause.

 

“This is about destroying him. We need to take out Chase’s minions…the twins. Max is so low now. I bet he is crying in his bed. Rex is next, then we go for Gino…trust me this will all work out.”

 

Shane tries to pull out of Bill’s grip, but Bill pushes him against the wall for his efforts and putting his knee up into his groin, threatening his balls.

 

“Bill!” Shane gasps at the sudden intrusion.

 

Bill does not smile, “Play your part right and you will get Chase; at the very least you will have a chance.” Bill’s cold smile curls up at the corners of his mouth. “You have a little competition there. You aren’t the only one that I am getting to turn on the team. Stick with the plan is all I am going to say…or else Shane. Don’t fuck this up!” Bill brings his knee up hitting Shane hard from below, his knee mashing in his balls.

 

Shane’s eyes go cross as he falls to his knees, gasping.

 

“Fuck you, Bill.” Shane coughs on the floor, grabbing himself.

 

Sam Hell is in the doorway. Stirred from his room from the noise.

 

“You need me?” he asks. Sam Hell’s eyes are on Shane on the floor, he’s starting to get up, but holding his privates onehanded.

 

“Shane was just leaving, you can show him out if you want” Bill says noncommittedly. Sam Hell grabs Shane by the short hairs on the back of his neck exposing his throat as he bends him back.

 

“Want me to fuck him up for you?” Sam Hell asks, as he traces his thumb along Shane’s jawline and down his neck. His hot breath is in Shane’s ear and he hears a low growl coming from him.

 

“Unnecessary, Shane knows what’s at stake.”

 

Sam Hell nods and releases his grip “You are lucky, I was about to destroy you and bring you to hell.”

 

Shane gulps grabbing his neck, and looking frightened as he rushes from the room.

 

“What are you up to, Bill?” Sam Hell asks. This time the menace is gone from his voice.

 

The door slams, and Bill is next to Sam Hell looking sheepish, but grabbing at waist his fingers dipping below the seam of his underwear.

 

“It’s a surprise.”

 

Sam Hell seems unsatisfied with that response and he growls low, as his lips grip Bill’s left ear between his teeth. Bill shudders with pleasure, his body melting against the Devilboy’s.

 

“Don’t get in over your head, Bill.”

 

Bill moans, as desire takes over and he yanks at Sam Hell’s shorts and underwear yanking them off so that they fall to the bedroom floor. Bill’s hands head south to grab at Sam Hell’s heavy assets but Sam Hell grabs his wrists, trips him so that he lands flat on the bed. Sam Hell is upon him and his fierce roar in same left ear is there again. “I mean it, Bill. No funny business.”

 

Bill moans, and brings his knee up knocking against Sam’s devil coins with a mighty swing of his knee.

 

Sam Hell grunts, but that’s the only response he gets.

 

“I wouldn’t dream of it” Bill lies through his teeth as he bites at Sam Hell’s throat, his pearly whites nipping at his skin.

 

“You better be telling me the truth.”

 

Bill writhes underneath him, like a serpent his tiny dagger digging into his belly.

 

“Fuuuuck I’m so horny, Sam. Make it quick.”

 

Sam’s red eyes blaze, and keeping Bill pinned to the bed his mouth moves all the way down to his pulsing, oozing knob and takes in just the tip and sucks. Bill gushes out a pleasureful gasp, and already he feels himself stiffen as his cock jumps. His hips sway and he starts to fuck Sam’s throat with his thrusts, he barely lasts thirty seconds before he is filling Sam’s mouth with his seed.

 

Bill cries out once before he bites his own arm, as his pelvis slams in and out against Sam’s face as Sam sucks him dry. Bill collapses back to the mattress, spent and sleepy his eyes starting to close as Sam Hell grabs his balls.

 

“No, I’m…”

 

“Empty?”

 

Sam Hell growls and tightens his grip on the marbles, squishing the two little orbs easily in one hand.

 

Bill’s body trembles and he tells Bill “Now it’s my turn to play, and I want to bust you as I cum.”

 

Bill is gasping shaking his head “No…Sam!”

 

Sam twists his fist and pulls Bill’s nutsack up. “I was not asking.”

 

Sam Hell goes back onto Bill’s dick and takes him back down, he’s no longer hard. But Sam knows that he can make him harder again…soon enough.

 

He smiles as Bill screams.

 

 

~End of epilogue