The Long and Awaited Revenge of Gino Gomez written by Jimmy

 

The Long and Awaited Revenge of Gino Gomez

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Hi everyone,

Here is the first of four stories staring the one and only Gino. I took this idea right from all of you and developed it into a little eighteen page story. Enjoy guys.

Jimmy

Jayden had forgiven Sam Hell, aka the Devil Boy. 

 

Floored, and unable to speak when Jayden explains for a third time to his older brother “I’ve moved past it, Gino. I’ve forgiven him.” 

 

“He tortured you!” Gino roars finally finding his voice. The words boom like thunder in Jayden’s smaller bedroom, the tiniest of all three in their very modest home. 

 

“Quiet down!” Can be heard through the walls from their father Marco Gomez. “For crying out loud they are always yelling about something…”

 

“Shhh sweetheart, you know how passionate Gino is about his younger brother. Just let the boys be.”

 

Gino’s ears turned pink, but it’s mostly unnoticeable as his face is redder than a tomato as he marches back and forth across Jayden’s room fuming. 

 

Trying his best to keep his tempter in check Gino says “You’ve forgiven Chase—” Gino ticks off a finger.

 

“He’s my boyfriend…” Jayden barely gets his words heard over the grinding of Gino’s teeth.

 

“Now Sam Hell! The satin spawn himself!” Gino fumes ticking off a second finger.

 

Turning and trying to temper his rage Gino counters “You must have forgiven Bill too! And what’s his name…the dickhead over at the other school…Doug!” Gino ticks off two more fingers, showing Jayden four fingers very close to his face.

 

Jayden calming stands up resting his hands on his older brother’s shoulders firmly, his eyes dark and unreadable between his dark lashes says “That’s different, and…we went through something that…brought us together. I’m not sure Bill will ever get over being mad at me, and Doug and I are have never been friends, and that’s not going to change. Sam’s different…he’s had a rough life.”

 

“So. Have. You.”

 

Each word Gino punctuates by pressing his index finger into Jayden’s chest. “And it’s mostly because of Chase and Sam I might add!” 

 

Jayden smiles weakly “Water under the bridge.”

 

“Not for me, they hurt you.”

 

“I’m okay!” Jayden says exasperated. “Look at me…what happened to me only made me stronger, who I am today. I wouldn’t be that person if it was not for them.” 

 

Gino turns his back on Jayden marching across the room. 

 

“I won’t forgive him” he says with finality. 

 

“You don’t have to, but please…don’t make it worse. We are on unsteady ground. It’s fragile.”

 

Gino growls back “It’s fragile because he is an ass—“

 

“Damaged.” Jayden crosses his arms. “He was in the foster care system for a long time, and now he’s living with manipulative Bill. And that’s his normal.”

 

“Bills Dad is an okay old man, Jayden.” Gino throws in.

 

“Yeah, but he also lost Jake his best friend. He moved out, and lives with his Mom again.” Thinking Jayden pauses, his eyes widening and says very carefully “I bet, you two would actually get along if you gave him a chance.”

 

Standing up, Jayden is dressed in only a white beater, and his old boxers that slide down his hips showing off the top of his pubes. Jayden barely notices though.

 

Jayden must not have noticed but Gino’s eyes spot it as he hugs his brother from behind, wrapping him in a tight embrace. 

 

“I’ve only got one more year left, and this is the summer that I have to lay down the line. Teach them boys not to mess with you while I’m gone. I’m a senior now Jayden…and I don’t want anything to happen to you when I leave.”

 

Jayden smiles against Gino’s back, and squeezes him tighter “I can protect myself, I don’t need you to save me Gino. But I appreciate it all the same. Why don’t we…wrestle for a bit before bed? That should cool you down.” Jayden says trying to change the subject. Jayden is so warm and close against Gino’s back that he feels Jayden’s heartbeat thumping against his skin.

 

Gino twists to face Jayden his own dark brown eyes burning with mischief as he reaches down grabbing a handful of Jayden’s nuts. Jayden hisses out a breath of air, freezing up as Gino wordlessly fondles his favorite pair of testicles. Gino knows the pair so well and he feels out the soft spots around the bottoms of his privates and meanly digs into them never taking his eyes off of his little brother. 

 

Jayden groans and Gino finally smiles. “I do need to cool off, I’m a bit too mad right now…I wouldn’t want to hurt your—”

 

“Boynuts!” Jayden squeals as Gino locks in the nut claw dragging Jayden’s nuts deeper into his fist. Gino’s fingers sink in harshly to the very defenseless nut bag, the flimsy underwear offering zero protection. 

 

“Yeah, those…I’m going for a drive…but if you are still up later” Gino runs one thumb underneath Jayden’s cock, tracing his thumb along the scar pink ridge of his head and slipping along the tip. “We can play.”

 

Jayden grunts out “Sure….just…let go…for now?” which Jayden is unable to keep out the pleading from his voice.

 

Smiling Gino squeezes just a bit harder, feeling Jaden’s tenderness inside his fist squish out a bit more between his thick fingers before releasing his younger brother’s squish orbs.

 

Jayden doubles over and grabs his balls. Gino pats his brother’s curly head saying “Don’t hit the hay too early. I’ll be back.”

 

The door slams behind Gino as he leaves his house, and he curses “Fuck” quietly because he more than likely woke his parents as he jumps into his truck and drives off ready to deliver his message to Sam Hell, that he had not been forgiven by him. Not at all.

 

The truck roars into the night. Gino Gomez’s truck is old, he’s not the first owner that was his Dad. He purchased it from him a while ago when he turned sixteen. Marco Gomez was also not the first owner come to think about it either. The truck is faded to an unrecognizable color, it’s full of odd dents and very old but the large cab seats and the indestructible metal frame have made it Gino’s favorite automobile. Gino wouldn’t trade it for anything.

 

Often he tells his younger brother “Those other newer cars, like Chase’s crumble to dust when they hit something…not this thing baby, she’s built to last.”

 

Dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, Gino Gomez squeezes the wheel as he pulls into the gas station that Sam Hell works in. Sam Hell has been working in the gas station since he moved to the city of Bartlet sometime ago. Behind the lighted booth inside the small store, he can see Sam ringing up a customer. He appears to be alone, just like Gino wanted him to be.

 

Exiting his car, a swift wind hits Gino full in the face and a cold shiver runs through him. It’s colder this June evening feeling very unlike the long summer days that should be fast approaching. Gino finds it fitting as he squeezes his eyes to slits to prevent anything from getting past his eyelashes as he strolls forward towards the gas station convenience store already balling his hands into fists.

 

“Sir?”

 

Gino turns towards the voice, and he can see another teenager by his car the red vest of Bartlet Gasmart logo on his left pectoral of a leaky nossel. The teen is about his age, maybe a little older. In the street light Gino can see a sprinkle of black stubble on his cheeks and his careful brown eyes evaluating him. The teen is a little lanky, not built like either Gino Gomez or the strong titan Sam Hell that Gino plans on pummeling in a few moments when he can get past this guy.

 

“What?”

 

The teen swallows hard, his lower jaw shaking a bit assumedly by Gino’s gruff answer. 

 

“Do you want me to fill the tank? Regular or…”

 

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.” Gino turns to go but the teen calls him back.

 

“How will you be paying, cash or card? Cash has the better price of—”

 

Stepping backwards, Gino closes the distance and gets right into his face. Gino notices the nametag now that he is directly next to him. Gino spots a few pimples on his forehead and sneers in his face as he says “Stan, how old are you?”

 

“I’m twenty-two, sir.”

 

This surprises Gino. He appears much younger.

 

“Stan, I’m going inside to make a small purchase. Gino shoves a twenty into Stan’s pocket. He easily fits his hand in the man’s khaki trousers but he keeps going until his fingers reach the bottom of the pocket and he moves his hand across the front of the bulge in his pants. Firmly Gino grabs Stan’s testicles, the inside of Stan’s pocket offers little resistance as Gino finds his intended targets. Stan appears to be wearing tight fitting briefs and Gino’s fingers easily capture the red head’s small nuggets. Gino is disappointed by the handful and he grins as he squeezes him hard.

 

Stan reacts how most men in his position would, and gasps both hands gripping Gino’s hand, his face shaking “Sir…Please! Don’t…oh god, you…oooo…OOO….ughh!” Stan’s eyes are wide and fearful as Gino plunders his treasure bag.

 

Gino says nothing as he squeezes harder, the small balls squishing into crinkled unrecognizable tinfoil balls. Stan’s eyes widen in alarm, as his face falls from the catastrophe occurring in his pants. Gino’s hand wrapped around Stan’s nuts crushing him completely. The squeeze seems to increase in pressure with every passing second that Gino’s nutclaw holds the captive nuggets trapped in his tight embrace. Stan’s eyes bulge, his breath coming in and out in short gasps. He tries to pull away, but Gino’s grip is too strong and he only succeeds in Gino yanking him back by yanking on his ball cords.

 

Stan moves to scream but Gino grabs his mouth with his free hand silencing him.

 

Gino grins meanly as he crushes him. After another minute, Stan is like a puddle leaning against Gino’s truck begging with his watery eyes for Gino to let go.

 

“This is what’s going to happen. You will fill up my truck and immediately go on break, if I see you back here in less than a half hour I will personally kick these small balls of yours so hard that you will spit them out of your mouth, got it Stan?” Gino twists Stan nuts fully and Stan almost goes limp but nods pleadingly. Gino thinks that he would do anything if he would only let go.

 

When Gino pulls his hand away Stan falls to the floor rolling around mewling like a mad man.

 

“Pathetic.”

 

Gino turns and marches over to the convenience store now that Stan has been dealt with.

 

Behind the register Sam Hell’s red eyes find Gino’s as he opens the door, the bell ringing loudly.

 

They are alone in the store, everything is going perfectly.

 

“Devilboy, we have to talk.”

 

Gino laces his words with acid, his gruff voice indicating that he wants to do anything but ‘talk.’

 

Sam Hell is dressed similarly to Stan, same uniform but Sam’s fits him well. The white t-shirt that Sam wears hugs his back and shoulders, showing off his strong chest which he puffs up at Gino’s entrance, his evil glare so unnatural that it almost catches Gino off guard. No one he has ever met has had those red piercing eyes, like weapons he stares deeply into Gino’s dark ones as Gino heads towards the counter making a bee line to him.

 

“What are you doing here, Gomez? You don’t come to this gas station for a reason, and its cause of me.” Sam Hell does not appear to be afraid at all of the older Gomez brother and he leans over the counter pointing at the door. “I have nothing to say to the likes of you, Gomez. And don’t call me Devilboy…I’ve grown past that nickname.”

 

Gino laughs “That is your own fault for calling yourself such a ridiculous name such as that to begin with. Now you are stuck with it.”

 

“I’m trying very hard not to crush you, Gomez. Now get out of my store.”

 

Unbelievably the two were not fighting, not yet. Gino almost can’t believe it.

 

“So you’re a coward now, Devilboy? Maybe we should change your name to a yellow bellied chicken…sounds like that would suit you best.”

 

Sam’s ears darken a similar color like his eyes and Gino laughs openly, and obnoxiously “Your ears are red…maybe I should check for a tail when I am kicking your ass.”

 

Gritting his teeth, Sam bares them and sneers “If it was not for your younger brother, I would destroy you Gomez and put you on the floor. Now for the last time, get out and don’t come back!”

 

Gino can’t believe that Sam Hell is giving him another out. Sam Hell’s arm is fully extended and pointing towards the door so that means when the back of Gino’s hand strikes across Sam’s face he could not possibly have blocked it. The hard slap echoes in the small space, and is heard over the top ten music coming from the speakers. Sam grabs his cheek, slowly turning back to face Gino who wears a smug expression as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Stop being a little bitch, and face me…coward.”

 

Sam Hell has shown a lot of restraint over the past few minutes, but everyone has their breaking point. He flies over the counter trying to grab Gino in a blind rage both hands reaching out, but Gino grabs his head slams it on the counter. The hard knock from his head knocks the wind out of Sam. Sam face plants his stomach hitting the grey blue plastic as he grunts as Gino’s hand is twisting painfully into his hair in a fist as he leers over him “Jayden is my brother, and you are not allowed to be his friend. I made an exception for Chase BUT I refuse to allow another slime ball to enter his life. He may have forgiven you, but I don’t and never will Sam Hell, the Devil brat!”

 

Gino yanks Sam off the countertop and tosses him to the floor. The gas station tile is unforgiving and as Sam lands, he is dazed landing flat on his belly grunting and feeling a shot of pain course through him.

 

“Oh fuck…you asshole.”

 

Sam tries to get up but just as his body leaves the floor, Gino’s foot nails him in his stomach and he rolls over onto his back grabbing his stomach and gags fiercly.

 

That’s when Gino grabs his ankles, yanking his legs far apart and places his foot onto Sam Hell’s crotch. Sam blinks up at the florescent lights gasping but managing to croak “I’m immune there, Gomez.” Sam’s voice is weak, but yet strong in his conviction. “I’m invincible.”

 

“I thought that you weren’t playing dress-up any longer, devil boy” cuts Gino in, a wide grin splitting his face as his sneaker fondles the contents of Sam’s package under his foot.

 

“Get your dirty foot off my coins, I’m not weak like you.”

 

Gino laughs “That right? Well mine are at least twice the size Hell than these pitiful little ‘indestructible’ grapes that you’ve got.” He mocks.

 

“Invincible” Sam Hell corrects, his red eyes flaming as he gains strength grabbing Gino’s foot with both hands.  

 

“That’s right, invincible. Your Devil coins are about to be flat, not that you would not the difference. Living at Bill’s house you must fit right, both of you have underwhelming inferior balls.”

 

Sam Hell sneers his teeth about to retort as Gino pushes his foot down crushing both Sam’s fingers and his balls against the tiles.

 

“I FEEL no pain, Gomez” Sam says his face growing pale as Gino increases the pressure.

 

“Then move your hands!” demands Gino as he lifts his foot up watching, Sam’s flattened groin plump back up and sends his foot screaming down at full speed. Sam Hell tries to catch the foot but the sneaker slips past his fingers, his hands closing around air as Gino stomps directly downward nailing him to the floor with a hard stomp. Sam nuts are crunched, the sound sparking a larger grin on Gino’s face having perfectly executed the move despite Sam’s efforts to stop him.

 

Sam Hell gasps, his body jolted by the attack and he lurches upwards hands on Gino’s ankle now trying to pull him off. But Gino uses the leverage of Sam’s legs and pulls his body further into the move, and Sam’s eyes blink back the pain that Gino knows that must be coursing through his squished scrotum despite his words to the contrary. Sam Hell’s nuts are mushed under his foot and Gino loves the heat that he can feel through the rubber sole of his Nike’s as he crushes Sam from his perfect nut stomp to the supposedly invincible devil coins.

 

‘What a load of bullshit’ thinks Gino as Sam’s balls pulse beneath his foot. ‘They are like any other pair that I have ever hit. Nothing special about these balls. Nothing at all.’

 

Sam Hell in a wild ditch effort grabs Gino’s foot and instead of trying to lift him off he pulls it towards him. Gino’s foot slides up Sam Hell’s cock which was pointing up already and off his balls, and Gino’s eyes widen in surprise and then alarm as he loses his balance and slips as his foot is yanked further back up to Sam’s naval and then Gino trips, falling on his back grunting upon impact.

 

“You dick” Gino groans starting to sit up as Sam Hell races him and leaps on top of him sending Gino back to the convenience floor black carpet. Gino was luckier with his fall, but not by much. Dirt sticks to Gino’s shirt and pants and he realizes that the floor is more than likely not washed very often, if at all and the carpet that seems to stick to his clothes is rank with a smell that assaults his nostrils. Gino tries not to gag as Sam Hell battles him for dominance on top of him.

 

Sam growls at Gino, a guttural snarl as he bares his teeth “I was trying to be nice, Gomez…for your brother.” The flash of his red eyes showcases Sam Hells raw, undeniable fury as he presses Gino’s shoulders hard into the floor. Sam Hell is panting, his legs splayed over Gino’s prone body as he pulls deep breathes trying to regain his superiority.

 

"You don’t know how to be…nice!” Gino yells.

 

THUD!

 

Gino’s knee slams up between the large fork in Sam Hell’s widely spread out thighs nailing the hanging junk with a hard, wet smack. “Got you, you dirty fuck” Gino curses.

 

Sam’s balls are crushed instantly against his warm taint leaving the pair of Devil coins nowhere to hide as Gino’s leg purposely strikes another low blow to the seventeen year old. Sam’s red eyes widen in alarm as Gino hits him from below with devastatingly accuracy. Sam freezes up for one miserable moment, while Gino’s thigh bounces his scrotum against his pelvic wall like Gino is playing off the wall with a green tennis ball after school…and not his own testicles.

 

“Gi…no…you… uggggh!” Sam grunts, his muscled biceps trembling as he somehow manages to keep the hold. “You’re gonna make me mad, Gomez. Get off my…coins!”

 

A deep smile widens on Gino’s face as he brings his knee up again, solidly hitting Sam in a third strike to his nuts. The nuts smoosh down under the hard pressure causing Sam’s quivering form to drop onto Gino taking his breath away. The two lay panting for a breath, before Sam rolls off grabbing his crotch eyes fiercely closing as he rolls to his side.

“You will…pay for that. UUUuuuughhh….my fucking coins.”

 

“Good!” Gino sits up and grabs the back of Sam’s neck giving it a meaty squeeze. “Get mad, Hell because this is going to get worse for you. I know what you are: a venomous snake that I will not allow to poison my brother. You will not get the chance!”

 

Sam’s body twists, and an elbow flies up clocking Gino just under the rib cage, and deflating his lungs as his abs twist under the hard strike.

 

Gino coughs and pulls back, his pants sliding low on his hips as they get caught on the floor rug that he lays on and he stumbles to his feet, grabbing his middle and folding over. “Not bad…devil scum.”

 

Sam goes back to nursing his wounded groin, and hisses out a low moan as his fingers slip beneath his pants and come into contact with his bare bulge. Gino watches as Sam slowly rolls his nuggets, the edges of his testicles pressing against the outside of the fabric showing the full circumfluence of his weighty plums. Just seeing the not as well-endowed pair makes Gino chuckle. Sam’s eyes narrow to slits causing his red eyes to appear snake like as he groans in his weak voice “What are you laughing at, Gomez?”

 

Gino’s grin widens, and he licks his lips feasting on the moment as he tells him exactly what is on his mind. “Your devil coins, they appear to be the same size as mine…when I was ten years younger than I am now.” Gino stands up tall, flexing his pecs as he wiggles his eyes brows at his dumbstruck opponent. “Guess you can look forward to always being…below average devilboy.” Gino refuses to say his name, and continues to mock him as he watches the soft orbs in Sam Hell’s pants slide around as Sam touches them with his fingers.

 

Sam Hell starts to rise, one hand still in his trousers fingering the soft space in his ballsack between his legs, the pair pushed further apart making Gino’s eyes zero in on the targets as Sam tries to push down his nut agony. Unsteady on his shaky legs from his testicular knocks, Sam rolls his ankles and sneers “We will see about that, Gomez.”

 

“Is that…a challenge?” mocks Gino, laughing long and heartily at the very idea. “You basically asked Goliath to compare with a mortal. You are such a fool.”

 

“It’s you who keeps reminding me that I’m Devilboy, don’t forget.” Sam Hell takes a step forward unbuttoning the top button of his pants. “But…if you are concerned on how you might measure up…then I’ll understand, Gomez. Maybe Jayden’s the biggest in the family after all.”

 

Gino’s cheeks darken and his shorts fall to the floor before he even realizes what he is doing. “You will regret this challenge. Now drop them, boy… show me those tiny acorns barely bigger than Bill and I will show you the Gomez prize plums.”

 

Moving slowly forward, Sam unzips his pants and drops them to the floor.

Watching him move forward Gino’s heartbeat quickens, and his cock starts to plump up at the very notion of outdoing Sam Hell in such a way. Gino’s dark eyes are fierce with an inner desire as he slithers his underwear down further showing the edge of his full dark curly black bush.

 

“Show me, Hell and don’t be sus. You’ll regret that.”

 

“I ain’t gonna cap, Gomez.” Sam Hell’s briefs are fire engine red, and while his cock is not plumping up like Gino Gomez the width and mass seems formidable and worthy as he gets in nice and close to the eldest Gomez sibling.

 

Gino reaches over to Sam Hell pushing his hand aside, “Allow me…I don’t want any funny business.”

 

“Same Gomez” Sam says taking Gino’s underwear in both hands on either side of his hips. Gino’s cock starts to rise more quickly, and he can feel the tip of it wetting Sam’s wrist as the crown inflates further. The underwear strains and Sam cocks his head to the side and says “Are you sure that you came here Gino to protect your brother? I think you might have had an ulterior motive.”

 

Sam Hell lets that thought hang in the air, as he gently grasps onto Gino’s tip and gives the head a big squeeze.

 

Gino pants immediately but quickly recovers and says “I’m just excited! Nothing more.…especially when I know I am going to win.” Gino’s cheeks are burning, and he knows that they must be crimson but he pushes on. “Let’s just…” but Sam’s hand twists until he traces the underside of Gino’s erection causing Gino’s words to die on his tongue, as his throat goes drier than a desert.

 

Jerking Gino’s cock a bit more, he squeezes out some of Gino’s juices and rolls the fabric against his tip making Gino shudder. “St…stop that” Gino pants unable to control himself.

 

Stepping back, Gino grabs his cock rather protectively but Sam allows his hands to fall to his sides as he watches him. Gino’s breathing hard, his heart slamming in his chest. Stepping right up against him Sam Hell speaks into his ear “You remind me of Chase, he always gets excited too when you nail him in the balls with a knee. I bet that you would react the same way.” Sam says, almost knowing the result.

 

A knee slides up Gino’s thighs, and Gino tenses readying for the blow but Sam Hell doesn’t strike, he leaves it there just below Gino’s big basket. Gino opens his mouth to say something, anything but finds he can’t say a word.

 

Sam Hell slides his thigh up and down a few more times between Gino’s legs, and Gino can feel his shirt stuck to his back and he moans.

 

The red eyes stare is on Gino and he finds that he can’t take his eyes off of Sam Hell as the deepness with holds him still. Sam’s voice is deep, and rich as he says “Move your hand, Gomez. You know that you want to.”

 

Gino slowly drops his hands to his sides wanting, no needing to find what the Devilboy will do next.

 

“Put your hands on top of your head.”

 

It’s like someone is pulling his strings and he is a puppet. Miraculously Gino follows the instruction.

 

Sam Hell nods once “Good boy” and yanks down Gino’s underpants. A slap echoes in the convenience store as Gino’s cock hits his stomach. Gino grins down at himself and Sam Hell’s eyes widen. “Guess you are bigger than me…but mine are tougher.” Sam adds just as quickly. “You know that.” Gino doesn’t answer and Sam moves on rather quickly. “And if I am not mistaken, you are the biggest Gomez brother.”

 

“That was obvious, now show me yours.”

 

“After I do this.” Sam Hell moves away from Gino. Gino begins to protest but Sam silences him with a look and turns off the lights, and flicks the sign to close.

 

“Take off the rest of your clothes and follow me into the back Gino, then we can compare… everything.”

 

Gino swallows hard, but Sam has already turned away and is heading to the side door behind the register, opening it up and smiling slyly before stepping inside.

 

The moment Sam Hell’s eyes are off of him, Gino begins to catch his breath and wonder just what the hell he is doing.

 

“Don’t take too long, I have to be home in an hour.”

 

With trepidation Gino heads towards the back of the backroom, the only light coming from the office. Shadows cast around him, but Gino’s eyes adjust quickly as he steps around to the back counter and taking off his t-shirt, laying it down on the floor and as he does this he reaches to cup his genitals. Both hands are needed to keep them on lock and covered, his large set of nuts and cock are barely contained.

 

Its then that Gino thinks about the same thought as a few minutes ago, ‘What the hell am I doing?’ 

 

He spins around to grab his discarded clothes but Sam Hell grasps his wrist tightly and tugs. “You aren’t chickening out are you, Gomez?”

 

Gino whirls around ready to hit Sam Hell, as fury burns deep within but he finds the red eyes softer as he guides Gino towards him. Gino’s cock slips free, one hand cannot contain the beast and it slaps his stomach, a tiny wet patch of clear liquid pouring from the tip like a raindrop threatening to fall from after a rainstorm off a leaf. 

 

“No” Gino says. “I am not afraid.”

 

Sam Hell smiles, and it’s warmer than Gino thought he could. “I didn’t think you would back out.”

 

The door closed behind the pair of them and Sam is upon him in an instant, lips brushing against his ear as his words soft and eager while his ragging horny thorn pricks into Sam’s stomach. “I’ll try and be gentle.”

 

One eyebrow rises up on Gino’s face as he gruffly says “Don’t even think about it.”

 

Sam Hell chuckles and grabs Gino’s shoulders hard, pulling back just enough so that he can look into Gino’s dark eyes. They are on the same playing field height wise, but neither Gino nor Sam has much space in the cramped room. A small leather black chair, takes up the majority of the space. Camera screens fill the wall in front of old high back chair along with paper printouts of rules and regulations, most of the paper has become yellow with age and the words faded from old printouts. The screens are dark and Gino can just make out the pair of them reflected on the small square boxes squaring off against the other.

 

Blinking in the florescent lights Gino takes a deep breath as Sam’s red eyes seem to twinkle and his leg lifts straight up into his naked scrotum. Gino gasps upon impact, Sam’s thigh crushing his balls which have flattened considerably then the way that his scrotum hung moments before. The pain is instant, and immediate. Pain floods Gino’s system and he feels the pulse of his smooshed testicles physically spreading out under his tailbone from the force of the blow.

 

Never showing a glint of emotion Sam Hell holds his gaze with Gino as continues to gyrate his thigh between the slim opening of Gino’s toned muscle thighs, his cock wagging like a dog’s tail. Gino grunts once and then falls back against the door with a loud bang. Sam let’s his knee fall and Gino would have dropped, but for Sam holding his steady the rough pads of his palms pressing into the hardened muscle of Gino’s shoulders.

 

“Oh fuck” Gino whimpers quietly, almost to himself as he reaches for his balls. Sam Hell bats his hands back, denying him the opportunity of protecting his groin and snaps a kick up so quick Gino didn’t even realize that Sam was planning on a second hit until the air flushes against his skin and Sam’s sneaker hits Gino with all the force that he can muster. Gino’s eyes blink once and he lets out a scream, the rawness of the blow reverberates through his core shocking his system absolutely.

 

“You’ve got some tough—”

 

“AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhh!” Gino roars shoving Sam Hell off of him and grabs his sad, red ballsack the color illuminated by the light as he drops to his knees. The buckled legs fold underneath Gino’s upper body and his head and chest touch the bare cold dirty grey concrete floor as Gino closes his eyes, ass pointing up as he cups his balls which pound fiercely in between his closed fingers.

 

“…balls.” Sam Hell finishes.

 

“You kicked me…goddamn…my fucking balls man! OOOOoooaaaa….ooaaaaaAAAA…. aaa….a……aaaaah!”

 

Sam Hell leans over, one hand between Gino’s shoulder blades rubbing his smooth unblemished back in small semi-circles.

 

“This is what you need right?” Sam Hell asks as he reaches down between Gino’s legs grabbing his dick in one hand and giving him a few steady strokes. Gino pauses mid moan from the throbbing, pulsing white hot pain that threatens to rip him in two. Pleasing pleasure bursts from his sensitive staff as Sam jacks him off one-handed and he bites his lip, curling his toes into the floor in his sneakers, he left those on. The toenails scratch at the old worn down foot pads and Gino nods barely noticeable, but Sam seems to catch the slight movement.

 

“I can clear you out” Sam Hell explains jerking him a little faster, his hand gliding up to Gino’s tip and giving the mushroom head a squeeze before going all the way back down the pole like a firefighter and back up again. “You want this, right…so let go off your damn balls Gomez and give them to me.”

 

The demand hangs in the air, as Sam Hell practically snarls his words.

 

Gino’s breath comes faster and he finds his fingers slipping off his balls as he drops down to all fours, his face reddening as he glances up at Sam Hell who brushes back his dark hair, his fingernails slightly digging into his scalp as he touches him.

 

“That’s it. Give in.”

 

Gino swallows and moans as Sam’s thumb swipes at his sensitive bloated cock opening and jerks him faster as his other hand lowers and grabs the hanging nuts in one mighty grasp. Gino’s nuts barely fit inside and the Devilboy whistles and says “Your father must have the biggest balls I have ever seen, because his sons are packing.”

 

“You would be…surprised” Gino grunts as Sam Hell toys with his balls, slipping and sliding them between his fingers. “He’s rather…small!” Gino squeaks as Sam squeezes him roughly in his hand.

 

“That’s unfortunate for him then, as you are truly more manly than he.”

 

Gino tenses up as his cock throbs in Sam’s hand that continues to pump him with rigorous full jacks from base to tip. Squeezing his eyes shut, Gino moans admitting “I was going to…play with Jayden later letting him do this.”

“Not tonight, Gomez. Tonight allow me the pleasure of emptying out your balls on the floor.” When Sam says balls, he squeezes Gino’s plums more roughly and Gino gasps. Naked and exposed Gino can’t help but tremble as he gets closer to the end.

 

“NNNNnnnnng….uh…uh….D…Devilboy I thought…we were going to…c…compare…” Gino stammers. It’s hard for him to string words together as Sam’s fingers slip in and out of his nutbag like he is trying to shove pins into a pin cushion.

 

“If you want to see mine…take off my underwear, Gino and you can see my mighty staff for yourself.”

 

The invitation causes another throb in Gino’s erection, he’s so hard now that when Sam tickles the underside of his fully engorged head Gino swoons and sways his hand that was reaching out for Sam’s underwear falling back onto the floor.

 

“God…”

 

“No one mentions him in my presence, Gino.” Sam Hell laughs as he catches Gino’s eyes and intensifies his squeeze and powers a heavy lift of his lower half. Every muscle in Sam’s chest, shoulders and arm tenses and strains as Gino feels himself lifted. Sam is forced to squeeze as hard as he can as he lifts Gino by his balls aiming his cock that he twists and jerks directly between his legs.

 

Gino kicks in the air screaming “My balls!”

 

A shudder passes down Gino’s stomach, and his beating sack throbs intensely as Gino’s dark eyes cross. Gino pouts his lips in terror as his balls squish in Sam’s fist and he can’t help but hold his breath. The pain in his temples throb along with his cock as it jerks up in Sam’s hand threatening to burst.

 

“That’s it Gomez…fucking cum already!” Sam twists Gino’s sweaty balls, his body barely able to keep Gino aloft as he yanks on his cock faster than before. It won’t be long now, and Sam knows it. Gino is going to shoot.

 

Gino finally breathes as he loses all control and starts shooting white hot blasts of semen as Sam milks him like a cow, his udder being squished and manipulated as his scrotum is played in Sam’s straining and curling fingers.

 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! OOOOoooo uuughhhh, uugh, uh, uh, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!” Gino grunts as the dregs of his sperm falls from his bright red cock tip.

 

Sam Hell finally drops Gino back to the floor, but mercifully pushes him over so he doesn’t land on his puddle of spunk and rolls him onto his back. Standing up Sam Hell moves until he stands fully over Gino, watching his grab his throbbing testes in one hand as his cock seems to still be throbbing gently against his navel.

 

“You wanted to see.”

 

Sam Hell lowers his underwear until he is on full display in front of Gino. Gino blinks rapidly, his used balls hurt to his touch but he can’t possibly let them go now that he has them back. He doesn’t know how this has happened…he was kicking Sam Hell’s ass and now look at him, naked, used with empty balls. Gino spots the darkened nut bag. The wrinkly skin holding a pair of balls that Gino knows have seen their fair share of blows, doing many of those tonight.

 

Watching Gino look at his nakedness, Sam Hell flexes a bit. He’s still not hard, but he is not exactly limp either. His pale white cock points down at Gino, and Sam smirks at the result. “Seen enough?”

 

“Yup.”

 

Gino’s foot snaps up and slams home between Sam Hell’s legs, kicking the back of his balls so hard that they slap against his belly one after the other. Sam’s cock does the same and he winces. Sam reaches down quickly but not fast enough as Gino’s foot slams directly upwards and into his bare genitals crushing everything under his large sneaker.

 

“Cooooiiiiiiiiiiiins!” Sam Hell screams, as he looks directly up at the ceiling, all traces of invulnerability leave him as Gino’s sneaker flattens every part of his maleness in one horrid blow.

 

Gino pulls back and rolls over curling into the fetal positon, and watches as Sam Hell mightily drops to his knees eyes widen in horror as he grasps onto his wounded genitals and lost pride.

 

“So much for your indestructible devil coins” Gino mutters.

 

“Invincible” Sam mutters pathetically in a squeaky voice in lands in the fetal position as well.

 

 

Almost ten minutes later the two are dressed and standing awkwardly at each other outside of the convenience store which is fully locked up.

 

“So…what did you do to Stan?” Sam Hell asks.

 

Gino smirks feeling a little shy now that the two are alone in the full dark of the evening sky that looms over their heads.

 

“I…might have gave him a nutclaw.”

 

Sam Hell smirks, and the two share a quiet chuckle.

 

“He’s an idiot, I wanted to do that for a long time.”

 

“Squealed like a pig” Gino admits and they laugh again.

 

“So…about Jayden” Sam Hell says taking his smile away. “He helped me, really helped my family. I owe him a debt. One that can never be paid.” Sam Hell looks down at his shoes as he continues “I am trying to make it up to him…you don’t have to worry about me…Gomez. But I will understand if you still do. I was…an asshole to him. I’m not proud of that now. I’m…trying.”

 

Gino Gomez watches him carefully, evaluating his every spoken word. “I don’t forgive you…but, I guess I can at the very least appreciate that what you are trying to do.”

 

When Sam Hell looks up, Gino is holding out his hand.

 

Sam blinks in surprise and says “You sure?”

 

Gino cocks an eyebrow “Absolutely.”

 

Sam Hell takes it and they shake. “I can’t believe---ugh!”

 

Gino nails him with a hard kick that mostly hits Sam’s cock, and left nut and tumbles back bending over and grabbing his groin in a low groan. “Low…blow.”

 

“But this doesn’t make us friends…not yet anyways.” Gino pats his head, now that Sam is bent over a little and walks off towards his truck as he hears some choice swear words from behind him.

 

“I…fuck…Gomez, I’ll surprise you with one of those…and soon.”

 

“You can try, Devilboy.”

 

Gino laughs as he climbs into his truck, and winks at Sam as he pulls out of the gas station and heads home.

 

Jayden is sleeping softly on his side, shirtless and dreaming. A small smile on playing on his lips.

 

Gino touches his hair softly whispering “I told you not to fall asleep.” Gino rolls his eyes, his fingers sliding over to Jayden’s bare back and down to his underwear line before he stops and takes his hand back.

 

“Guess we will play later, but Jayden…I wanted to tell you…I tried with him. I feel better about the whole thing. I still don’t like him, never will but…I’m okay with it now.”

 

Watching him take a few more breathes Gino sighs and walks out of his room.

 

Slowly he closes the bedroom door and thinks to himself ‘Maybe he will be okay after all.’

 

 

 

 

~End