The Closet Part 3 written by Jimmy

 

The Closet Part 3

 

By Jimmy

 

 

Ballbusting Boys: All it Takes is a Gentle Push written by Jimmy (The set-up)

Ballbusting Boys: The Closet written by Jimmy (Part 1)

Ballbusting Boys: The Closet Part 2 written by Jimmy (Part 2)

Chase can’t believe it.

He is still here.

Where was Jayden?

 

It took a good chunk of time to get over his…experience with Ashely and now that she’s gone he can finally start trying to puzzle the mystery of where was his boyfriend and why was Jayden not here. 

 

Chase had all the time in the world to think on it, but one thing he couldn’t quite do. His eyelids were dripping and despite himself he started to close his eyes, his breath becoming slower. 

 

“I’m going to fall asleep.”

 

Chase yawns and the stillness of the room, and the motion censored lights winking out all over the course casts him in utter darkness. 

 

Finally his blue eyes adjust and Chase then keeps them closed anyways until his breathing lulls and he goes to sleep. 

 

He’s not sure what time he wakes up, but he does with a start as the door at the bottom of the stairs is opened. Keys jingle, as they come from the lock and Chase can’t help but stretch as much as he can. It’s still night, but barely. The sun is about to come up and Chase can almost see the lip of light stretching up as someone with thankfully a heavier tread closes the door downstairs.

 

“Jayden?” Chase calls out hopefully. 

 

Whoever it is pauses, but shakes off their shoes first by the door. 

 

“Is that you?” Chase calls out. 

 

The footsteps now are that of bare feet hitting the carpeted steps. It’s quiet still in the house but Chase’s breath catches and finds himself holding it. 

 

The lights start flickering on and as someone enters the bedroom, a wide shadow arches across the floor. 

 

“Jayden?” 

 

But then, the person turns the corner and Chase sighs in relief. 

 

“Logan!”

 

Logan stops abruptly as stares open mouthed at Chase in the closet strung up, and naked. Ashely never did pulls his jockeys up past his thighs. 

 

“What…the…hell….. Chase?”

 

Logan smiles at the setup and looks around at all old the equipment before moving over to a shelf of Ballbusting options. 

 

“Did you get these from Alex’s studio?”

 

Chase gulps. 

 

“Maybe.”

 

Logan rolls his eyes before coming up to him and stopping directly in front of Chase and crossing his arms over his chest. 

 

“Explain.”

 

“Can you get me down first?”

 

Logan gives his head a slight shake, but mercilessly lowers the overhanging chains so they fall by Chase’s side. Chase stumbles into Logan and he can smell it on him then, the whisky comes off of him mixed with sweat and his shirt clings to his chest. 

 

“You’ve been having fun.”

 

“So have you.” Logan lifts up his bare foot and grimaces. “I’m standing by in your jizz, Chase. Why didn’t Jayden let you down?”

 

“Cause of Gino! The jackass called Jayden away!”

 

“And Jayden didn’t let you down because…?”

 

“Well, I…was kinda a dick to him in front of his friends.”

 

“You busted his balls, right?” Logan asks. 

 

“Yeah, I did.”

 

Logan shrugs and pushes Chase against the wall and off of his chest. Chase is able to stand now and does so. 

 

“It’s not like him to not forgive you…it must have been worse than just that.”

 

Chase’s eyes falls and admits to Logan eyes downcast. “I kinda made him cum at dinner with the guys.”

 

“That’s low!” Logan laughs and slaps his shoulder, harder than he would normally and stumbles into Chase as he loses his footing on Chase’s old cum. 

 

“Oops!” Logan laughs as he slams Chase into the wall, his hands shooting out too late. One catches the wall above Chase’s head, the other turns into a punch that clocks Chase right in his naked nutsack. 

 

“Oh I got you!” Logan comes up laughing, as he pulls his fist out from between Chase’s legs and looking at his fist in wonder. 

 

“Oh shit! My big ones!” Chase groans and his head lulls to the side as he grits his teeth. 

 

“Be…careful… I’m so sore…bro…shiiit!”

 

Logan takes off the blind fold and Chase blinks blindly at the light, his eyes squinting. 

 

“You look like a superhero with that on…like a blind…bat or something!” Logan pats Chase’s shoulder and lifts up his hand swiping his face as he grabs Chase’s head. “You are one funny kid, Chase.”

 

“You are drunk.”

 

“Yeah buddy, I am!” Logan belches and then laughs. Stumbling from the room. 

 

“Wait!” 

 

Logan pauses turning back in confusion. 

 

“Unlock the locks!”

 

“Oh yeah!” Logan smiles, and his eyes are so glazed as he comes back into the room slips in virtually the same spot and crashes into Chase again. This time his knee hits Chase’s nut bag as Logan and Chase collide and the wrestling coach falls back into Chase and then falls over his own too feet landing on his back and closing his eyes. Logan passes out. 

 

“Fuck no!” Chase hollers and this time he can grab his balls, but that’s all he can do. They feel bloated and wretched but Chase cradles them carefully as the blow from Logan nearly causes him to lose it. 

 

“Baaawlz!” Chase squeals and falls back against the wall and slumps to the floor. The chains go with him and he wishes that Logan would just wake back up. But he seems too out of it and Chase curses his damn luck and promises himself to replace the handcuffs with emergency releases the moment that he gets freed. 

 

Hanging his head, Chase’s blonde hair falls across his face as the dawns light rises from his window bathing him in the cool orange glow. 

 

“Jayden…come back” Chase whispers into the gloom of the closet. It’s no longer quiet. Logan is snoring and none too gently. Chase tried to kick out at him but he can only hit his legs. And Logan does not react at all but to snore on. 

 

Chase stops and waits, settling in to fall back asleep. At least he can pull up his underwear and he does so before he lays back his head and goes to sleep. 

 

 

 

 

To be concluded