A Request of the Devil written by Jimmy

 

A Request of the Devil

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

“Hello?” Sam Hells voice comes through the phone in both annoyance and curiosity.

 

“Sam…I…I need another training session. Something happened and—”

 

Sam’s Hell, aka the Devilboy cuts him off “What’s this about Chase? I thought we already worked out your little…problem.”

 

“Me too” Chase sighs, “But then I got my ass handed to me. But, it worked on Doug.” Chase smiles widely, his Cheshire cat smile visible for a moment before deflating like a flat tire. “There is a new problem and…I could use your help with.” Chase dry swallows his parched mouth barely able to keep down his rising anxiety as he finishes “Can you…would you, help me again?”

 

Sam Hell leers into the phone, a rough crude sharp bark of laughter that sets Chase’s blonde arm hairs standing on end. 

 

“I’m warning you now pretty boy, I didn’t go easy on you the last time. I won’t this time either.”

 

Chase gulps, second guessing himself already as an altogether familiar stirring occurs in his underwear. 

 

Just managing to slip away from Jayden Gomez, his boyfriend at the pool who loudly complains to Max and Rex about their encounter Chase decided to make a quick, and very important phone call. 

 

“I know” Chase starts, rubbing at his erection absentmindedly and his breath hitches and he bites back the moan that threatens to creep out of him. 

 

“Chase, you’re fucking hard as a rock right now?” Sam does not give a moment for Chase to confirm or deny, but moves on rather quickly. “Did you learn nothing?” Sam He’ll sighs and finishes with “I will be right over.”

 

“Wait Sam, I have company over—I didn’t mean now!”

 

The phone goes quiet and Chase takes a quick and sharp look at the screen to see if his warning came in too late, and if Sam Hell has already hung up. But he is still there. Sam Hell breathes slowly, and he clears his throat. 

 

“Gomez is with you?”

 

Chase nods, realizing a moment later that Sam can’t see him. 

 

“Yes” he answers finally. 

 

“Be there in ten. Maybe Jayden will also learn something. We are on the same team now anyways. Time to play a new game anyways” Sam mumbles and finishes with. “Still don’t have a suit, so I’ll be in my underwear in the pool.” Sam Hell informs Chase with a quiet chuckle. “Try not to clog up your pool drain with your cum, Chase.”

 

The phone clicks and Sam is gone. 

 

Chase grabs his hair in both hands falling back to his mattress, and groans. 

 

“What did I just get myself into?”

 

A few minutes later, Chase leaves his bedroom in a daze.

 

Jayden is laying on a pool deck chair, water dripping off of him from a recent dip. The twins are on either side of him, and he is smiling widely as he talks to them. Through the glass Chase eyes his stud of the boyfriend, as his gaze naturally drops to his swim trunks and the outlined genitals as he looks for the familiar bumps in the tight soaked swimsuit. Zeroing in on Jayden’s bulge Chase can’t help but snicker as he notices the twins doing the same thing. Jayden, as usual does not seem to notice with his eyes closed, hands resting behind his head as he stretches out on the chair.

 

A knock at the door startles Chase from his ogling and he turns to walk to the front door.

 

Sam Hell is greeted by Esmeralda, his house cleaner and she takes a step back spotting the red eyed glare of the elder teen on her doorstep.

 

“Ohh…you startled me.”  One hand on her throat, as her eyes dip down to floor.

 

“I do that a lot.” Sam Hell grins, his wicked smile making her gulp.

 

Chase puts her out of her misery with “I can take it from here, thank you Esmeralda.”

 

Nodding she turns on her heel and exits down the hallway to the kitchen rather more quickly than usual.

 

Sam Hell is in jeans, a dark black t-shirt and looking sweaty already from the heat of summer leans against the door frame eyeing him.

 

“You sounded on the phone like you needed some immediate assistance,” Sam says, his eyes drifting down Chase’s bare chest as his fingers scoops Chase’s slightly damp Speedo bulge without any permission. Chase’s loose scrotum falls between Sam’s eager fingers as he forces the balls to the base of the sack and giving the pair a gentle squeeze his roughness of his hands only adds to the tactile experience.

 

Chase tenses, his hands moving upwards in surrender as he gasps trying to keep his words silent.

 

“Not—here, don’t want her to…see.”

 

Sam chuckles, rolling the balls in his palm, while his other hand pulls at Chase’s halfcocked cock. “You are already excited before I walked in. You need to get control Chase.”

 

“OK!” Chase squeaks as a tremor runs through him, and Sam Hell can feel a surge run down the full length of Chase’s thick meat, thickening in one hand as he pulls on Chase’s tip. Sam Hell gives the knob a slight squish with a squeeze of his hand and Chase’s blue eyes flutter and he moans louder.

 

“Don’t seem like you are.”

 

Chase moans, but Sam Hell mercilessly allows his grip on Chase’s goods to slip from between his fingers. Sam Hell walks past Chase, who tries to collect himself with a few good deep breathes. Sam smacks his ass loudly and Chase whimpers “Ow…fucker. What was that for?”

 

Rubbing at his backside, Chase follows Sam Hell outside. “I don’t have all day to play around, I have a shift later tonight.”

 

“Well if you have to leave, I will under—stand!”

 

Sam Hell growls and grabs Chase roughly between the legs again, his fingers locking in place just as one of the boys dives into the pool.

 

“No backing out of this now, Chase.”

 

Chase’s eyes flood with fear as Sam Hell expertly squeezes the Speedo bulge, stretching the nutcords until his sack is stretched away from his body.

 

“My big balls…” Chase groans, his hands grabbing onto Sam Hell’s shoulders for support, his knees buckling under the constant pressure of Sam’s tight grip.

 

Sam Hell growls, coming in close so that his ruby red eyes are so close to his own that he cannot look away.

 

“Chase, you asked me to come. I’m here, let’s not make a big thing of it. No more excuses. Now follow me outside…or I will drag you by these.”

 

Chase did not have to be told twice.

 

The air hits them, and Chase almost steps back inside the cool air conditioning of his house. The summer air is thick, and can almost be sliced with a knife like butter.

 

Sam Hell eyes the pool eagerly and pulls off his top dropping it on a chair as the gathered crowd spots the newcomer their voices trail off.

 

“What are you doing here, Sam?”

 

Jayden turns to look at Chase, one hand cupping his sore sack and he winces caught like burglar with a stolen painting and tries to think of something smart to say. Sam Hell, however is already speaking.

 

“I’m here to train Chase.”

 

“In what?” asks Max, perching on the lip of the pool his body mostly under the water.

 

“In self-defense!” Chase yells quickly, and slaps Sam Hell on the back between the shoulder blades a little too loudly.

 

Sam Hell barely flinches, but his cool red eyes flick over to Chase and he nonchalantly punches Chase in the shoulder, knocking the teen back a few feet into Jayden. A brief smile lights up on his face as Chase bounces off of Jayden whispering “Ooops, I didn’t mean to…”

 

“We don’t have all day, Chase.”

 

The sun bares down its golden rays, reflecting off the pool water which seems to shimmer and light the torsos of the gathered teens. Sam Hell is almost stalk white, like a Greek statue his muscles clenching as his crimson eyes narrow. His jaw is set tight but the glint in his fiery gaze makes Chase’s mouth go dry and he nods subjecting himself to what is about to follow.

 

“Okay, then. Let’s do this, Sam.”

 

Chase widens his stance, legs spreading one hand grabs the contents through his bathing suit adjusting manly goods. Chase’s finger long to stay put, protectively guarding his most valuable family jewels as he rolls his twin orbs in his palm feeling his big balls. His friends watch, they always do—when he displays himself like this. Chase is used to it, and he winks over his shoulder at Jayden catching his worried expression and feels a small thrill in his chubby dick. The throb is barely noticeable as he is not yet erect but Chase feels himself wanting to get there, to fully display his growing tool but he reluctantly let’s go when Sam warns him “Don’t get an erection, Chase. Put your hands behind your head and stop making kissy eyes with Gomez.”

 

“I’m not—” Chase begins to pout as he turns to face Sam Hell, but the swiftness of the blow catches him off guard and knocks the wind from his sails. Sam’s foot is firmly planted deep into his groin, smacking Chase’s balls real hard, causing them to swing up and slap against Chase’s bare abdomen. Two small slaps, each ball ricocheting off of his hardened abs just below Chase’s navel.

 

“Ooooouh, right in…my big balls! You almost—scored a homerun…” Chase tries to play off the kick as he staggers backwards, holding his aching testes in hand. His bottom lip quivers, and he forces himself to chuckle but Chase’s laughter is weak and short lived as he groans and feels his knees bunching together and the desire to drop to the ground lingers in his hunched over stance.

 

“I barely hit you, stand tall Chase. Don’t give in, and get your hands away!” barks Sam knocking, Chase’s hands aside. Chase wobbles to the side but Sam catches him holding him still and giving him stability.

 

“Remember, it’s just a nutkick. It’s over. Breathe. Calm yourself, and stay steady.”

 

Chase gulps, his cheeks puffing like a squirrel as he tries to listen and breathe while his balls pound in their sack, the sharpness of the pain searing between his thighs.

 

“I’ll…try.”

 

“Good boy.”

 

Jayden clears his throat behind them, interrupting. “How is this going to help Chase…train, again?”

 

“Gomez, you have tough balls right? You can take a hit and remain on your feet and keep going.”

 

Jayden Gomez from his lounge chair nods, and he sits up straighter, no longer in the laidback position. “Well, yeah…for the most part.”

 

“Chase needs to learn that skill, this is not the first time we have practiced. He’s…getting better. Slowly.”

 

Chase chuckles stepping back out of Sam’s grip on his shoulder. “Thanks…for the encouragement. My big balls…they are still growin’ you know. That’s why I feel it more than you, Sam. I’m a bigger man.”

 

Sam turns eyes narrowing.

 

“No…offense I mean.”

 

“I think that we are ready for another kick.”

 

Max darts under the water in the pool saying “I can’t watch.”

 

Rex however leans closer saying “I can.”

 

An eager expression crossed over Sam Hell’s face, a darkening shadow from the small bridge of his nose casting his face in half-darkness as he examined one of the twins. “You know” Sam Hell started slowly, thinking quickly. “Chase here could benefit from a smaller foot than my own striking him, as he will be facing all sorts of strikes and he should be prepared for that. Come over here, and give your friend a good kick in the balls.” Sam grabs Chase’s shoulder making him wince, not in pain but in fear of what was about to occur.

 

“Can I?” Rex asks, tossing his wet hair back and strolling over quite quickly leaving wet footprints that dry quickly in the unrelenting warmth from the sun.

 

Sam smiles a bit “I would not have suggested it, if it was not on offer I wanted you to take.” Sam roughly grabs Chase’s funbag putting his grip on the loose sack and pushing his big genitals to the bottom. Stretching Chase’s sack outward he presses the two wobbly orbs against his swim suit and brings the vulnerable testes up and stretches the swimsuit to it’s very limit as it pulls away from Chase’s belly exposing his light blonde pubes and part of his cock.

 

“Keep your eyes on these.”

 

Rex nods enthusiastically.

 

“Sam…” Chase starts, a little uncomfortable and on edge as he gets to the tips of toes and trembles slightly off balanced. Small water droplets fall from Chase’s hair and he grunts from Sam’s grip, his balls in danger he gulps and adds “Careful.”

 

“When I take my hand away follow their movement, and then strike. Make sure that you aim for dead center to gain maxim impact” Sam says, teaching Rex.

 

“I can do that” Rex says reaching down and sliding a hand over the cupped sack, and giving Chase’s nuts a small squeeze. Chase grimaces at the small pinch of his goods, his mouth suddenly dry like paper.

 

 “Alright…steady now…I am going to…move my hand.” Sam Hell shakes his hand a bit, like one would a pair of magic eight balls before he let’s Chase’s nuts fall free. Chase can feel his balls swinging and bumping against his upper thighs and he releases a held breath he did not realize that he was holding.

 

Chase meets Rex’s eyes just as he takes his eyes off his bulge, leg lifting off at lightening speed. Max comes up from the deep end having held his breathe for so long that it distracts Chase for a moment. The momentary distraction allows Max to witness Chase’s agony as his brothers bare foot snaps between his legs, like a Venus fly trap crushing it’s winged victim. The most sensitive parts of Chase’s anatomy are crushed flat igniting equal parts agony and embarrassment as Chase’s eyes begin to water. Unclear if it’s from the sun, or the blow Chase’s face trembles after a moment of rigidity before he doubles over, grabbing his privates with one hand.

 

Placing one hand, fingers stretched out on the ground Chase begins to cough his body wracked with pain while Sam’s gruff voice above him congratulates Rex rather affectionately. 

 

“You have good form, kid. I especially liked the way you flexed your toes. You’re a natural at this.”

 

Max comes over, putting a cooling soaking hand on the center of Chase’s back and says “Yeah, he has had a lot of practice…on me.”

 

Rex’s smile shows all of his teeth as he grins. “Yup! I swear Max’s left testicle has a permanent dent in it that his nut has not fully come back yet from.” Rex eagerly shares with the gathered group.

 

The guys laugh and Sam Hell checks out the hanging package so close to his foot and gently prods the lump with his foot. Max tenses waiting for Sam Hell to strike his nutsack but he refrains after pulling his toes away.

 

Max sighs in relief. “You had me worried there.”

 

Sam Hell shrugs and says to Rex “Looks like your twin’s balls have bounced back, both feel round to me.”

 

“I will have to try harder next time I kick him.”

 

Max covers his privates with one hand, “Better not!” He turns his attention back to Chase, “You okay?”

 

Chase suddenly puffs out his cheeks and with a very high voice says “Yep!”

 

Everyone laughs again, even Chase but he admits “Man…that really hurt. I’ll feel that one when I am older.”

 

Jayden closes his eyes on the pool deck chair, “Let me know when you guys are done busting my boyfriend. I’ll get the ice pack.” Jayden attempts to forget the pounding that Chase is taking to his favorite balls other than his own and concentrate on the warmth of the sun baking his skin in the extreme heat of the summer’s day.

 

“Can I hit him again?” Rex asks.

 

“No, it’s your brother’s turn now.”

 

“Me?” Max asks. He is still holding his bulge, and looks over at Chase’s wounded face and frowns. “He already looks so…defeated.”

 

“Only way to get better at taking these nut shots. Come on Chase, get up already. We barely have even started.” Sam Hell grabs him under his armpits as he grumbles about the state of his balls. Chase is on his feet and Sam Hell slaps his back encouragingly. “There you go, now Max do a knee. Those are the worst for him and…he needs the practice.”

 

Chase’s eyes immediately widen and he backs up a step.

 

“No, not…a knee.”

 

Chase shakes his head again, heart pounding but Rex is behind him grabbing his arms and pinning them behind his back in a classic wrestling hold. Chase tries to struggle out of the grapples, but Sam Hell is in front of him holding his chin and is so close that he feels Sam’s wet breath as he growls low trying to make his voice so only he can hear.

 

“Be strong captain, these are your teammates. Show them what you are made of.” Sam’s hand grazes over Chase’s low hangers, and cups Chase’s wounded plump balls and smiles quickly before it returns to his usual grimace. “You have the biggest sack here, show them what you can do with it.”

 

Chase feels pride fuel him, filling him up. Boldly, Chase puffs up his chest no longer struggling against Rex’s hold and nods his head.

 

“Attaboy.”  Sam’s grip remains and he rolls Chase’s nuts in their sack for a little longer. Chase can feel a familiar stirring but Sam shakes his head as Chase starts to get the good feelings in his loins. “Not yet, later.”

 

Chase can only nod, not trusting his voice.

 

Sam Hell steps back and Max comes in warily looking a little sheepish with his wet head, some of his hair sticking to his forehead as he appraises Chase while Chase stares at Max’s dripping suit. Chase can see each small curve of Max’s groin and marvels at the difference between the twins and small bump of Rex’s against his thigh from behind from Rex’s tight hold. Rex is pressed right up against him and he can feel the heat of Rex’s groin, along with a familiar little hard spike digging into his muscle. The tip is wet, and he doubts if it’s from the pool.

 

“Come on Max” Chase raises his head held high. He is looking directly at Sam Hell as he says his next set of words. “Do your worst. I can take it.”

 

Sam Hell grins approvingly, arms crossed over his chest. It’s then that he thinks better of it and starts to undo his jeans. The loud zipper causes the guys to look over at the Devilboy as the teeth open up and Sam’s pants fall to his ankles. The bright white jockeys come into view and the well-used underwear does it’s best to contain Sam’s pitchfork and nuggets. Stepping out of the jeans, Sam folds them up placing them on top of his casually folded black t-shirt making a small pile with his clothes. Unaware that he has an audience, he casually jumps into the pool spraying the guys with splattered water.

 

Coming up dripping and breathing loudly “Ahh…that felt good.”

Grabbing the ladder, Sam is up and out of the pool everyone eyeing him as his underwear sags. The wet material leaves nothing to the imagination as the white material becomes mostly see through. The dark hair above his groin is vibrant and is mostly on display as the material is pulled much lower.

 

“What are you waiting for?” Sam Hell growls. “Knee him, Max.”

 

Max blinks and refocuses his attention to his captain in front of him. Max’s eyebrows almost get lost in his wet auburn hair as they rise up. “You—sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

 

“Sometimes…we all get a little hurt. My big balls got this.”

 

Rex says “Come on Maxie…or I’ll take your turn for you.” Kids his brother, but Max knows that he would gladly step up to the plate to do this.

 

Sam Hell growls, low deep in his chest and Rex shifts his weight uncomfortable under the Devil’s heavy weighted glare. Rex gulps and says “Or…we can just—wait it out. No…biggie.”

 

Cocking a small smile, Sam Hell nods appreciatively and turns to Max. “You know how to use your knee I assume.”

 

“Yeah” Max says biting his lower lip. Chase’s eyes dart up from his ogling, as Max comes in grasping his shoulders. His breath is hot as he says to his captain, and friend “Sorry about this” and uses his knee, sending it flying up into Chase’s very fragile, overly large nuts.

 

The telltale thwack is heard, as Chase’s nuts get squished against his own body. “UUUuuuugh!” Chase groans, his bright blue eyes widening in the surprise and unexpected hard knock to his lower region.

 

Pain blossoms in his crushed sack, and Chase barely takes a breath before Max lifts his knee back and sends another knee thrust torpedoing towards Chase’s groin…again.

 

Chase’s eyes cross, as he starts to experience a completely different level of pain on his recently abused balls. He could feel both balls throb in their sack, the sickening feeling of his balls pounding away makes his stomach twist. Chase’s cock begins to harden from the abuse, and soon every inch of his rock hard erection is pressed against the edge of his tight speedos, which barely contain his hardness.

 

Max is lost in the attack on Chase, his hazel eyes are laser focused and he rears back to hit Chase for a third time but Sam Hell steps forward placing a hand his lower belly just between his shorts and the curve of his navel.

 

“You had your turn, Max…it’s the boyfriend next.”

 

“Awww…I was just getting into it” Max says, although unwilling to start that has certainly changed as he steps back. Putting some distance between himself and the wandering claw on his stomach.

 

Sam notices immediately and smiles.

 

“I’m all set…I don’t like an audience when Chase and I—get busy.” Jayden grins at his raunchy retort and giggles.

 

The guys all laugh at that and give him some rude catcalls.

 

Meanwhile Chase is slumping against Rex, his balls pound away and his stomach twisted displaying each curve of his abdomen as he takes deep breathes trying in vain in to ease the growing pain in his groin.

 

Sam goes over to Jayden trying to convince him that “You are our wrestling captain now Jayden, your experience with busting a pair of balls is vital to Chase and his developing tolerance.”

 

Jayden eyes him warily and puts a hand on his shoulder, “I appreciate what you are trying to do here, but let me be frank… I know that it worked for you and you’re strong—”

 

“Invincible” corrects Sam Hell, clearly grinning now.

 

Jayden rolls his eyes and neither of them seem to notice that the twins have turned on Chase.

 

The twins use this distraction to their full advantage and take their chance. While Chase is still fully restrained by Rex, Max seems to have a wordless discussion with Rex his brother and reaches for one of Chase’s nuggets a hands shooting forward and grasping Chase’s lemon sized right ball. Chase felt an immediate new pain wash over him and he goes to say “Shi—” but Max covers his mouth with his free hand. That’s when his brother a second later twists one hand free and repeats the attack on Chase and grabs his left nut. The two hands lock onto each nut separately with his cock throbbing hard between their closed fists.

 

“…fuck…stop…” Chase whimpers, most of his words muffled and silenced by Max’s hand over his mouth. Chase could feel every part of both his nuts getting squished and pressed from the invading fingers digging deep into his nutsack. Chase struggled against the twins, but that only seem to result in the pair redoubling their efforts and ball grabbing, Chase’s speedos offering no protection against the onslaught occurring in the pool.

 

“I just think that this is all—well, rather pointless. Chase’s balls are not going to toughen up. He’s only going to get harder until he orgasms in his own pool. And that will end this little adventure.” Jayden looks deep into Sam’s smiling face and Sam just shakes his head.

 

“You don’t seem to understand my methods…but as one that can take a lot of blows to groin…you have to admit, your experience taking them has uniquely prepared you Jayden, it’s one of the reasons why you are so successful on the mat.” Sam Hell also puts a hand on Jayden’s shoulder as the two put their heads closer, trying to keep their voices down as they discuss the matter, their voices growing quieter trying to make sure that they are not overheard.

 

“Chase is a unique case, and I really think Gomez that if he stays up to date on this training program—he will get stronger, and be more likely not to fall over in utter defeat at one little balltap.”

 

“Training program?” Jayden gins, shaking his head. “Fine. Do what you think is best, Chase seems down for it. But I will watch from the sidelines for now.”

 

Sam Hell shrugs, “If that pleases you. But remember, he can and will get better with your full involved support.”

 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

 

“I think your, ours now” Rex says softly in Chase’s ear, his words emphasized by the tight squeezing of his left nut. “You don’t have a problem with that, right? Cause this is for your own good. You are going to learn how to…ah…have tough nuts. You can be just like the Devilboy. They feel tougher yet, Chase?” Rex asks teasingly. Chase tries to shake his head, but in his position with Max’s hand and Rex’s body pressed into him from behind he barely manages any movement at all. Chase tenses as the twins work over his trapped nuts, fingers pressing in deeper, thumbs poking and squeezing on his nuts.

 

Chase moans, and feels himself leaking, no longer caring that a wet spot deepens at the tip of his cockhead against his speedos. The tight fitting trunks look almost comical as Chase’s tent spouts directly from the center and pressing the material straight out. Max brings up his knee to graze the head of Chase’s erection and upon touching the hardened tip Chase can feel a tightness growing and he closes his eyes ready to unload.

 

Max and Rex can feel Chase’s balls, their assent upwards towards his cock and know where this is going. For Chase, he could tell immediately that the twins started to increase their attacks.

 

“This is going to get worse before it gets better,” Rex informs Chase, while his brother giggles next to him.

 

“I know” Chase mumbles, but he is unsure if anyone heard him…or cared as he wheezes against Max’s fingers on his covered mouth. Chase could barely speak from the pressure over his soft lips, as Rex and Max crushed his balls into one another.

 

Rex seems to be squishing Chase’s left ball worse than his brother. Gradually Rex squeezing increases, not as noticeable at first as his right ball is still being squished, but when Chase recognizes the agonizing pulses through just one nut his blue eyes lock onto Rex’s. It’s as if Rex had been waiting for that moment and his whole body begins to tremble.

 

“MMmMMMmmmmmmph!” Chase manages to mumble, only earning his a sickening smile from the more devious twin. Gasping against Max’s wet fingers covering his mouth, Chase feels the life being drained from one of his most sensitive organs. He isn’t sure why Rex’s grasp is worse, but fingers seem to pressing into his trapped nut from every advantage giving the ball no reprieve from the growing pressure building.

 

Everything feels a little less firm in Chase’s scrotum, his balls worked over and spongey are warped and worked over in Max and Rex’s efforts to bring pain to their swim captain, and Chase leans heavily against the twins with sweat appearing at his temples darkening his blonde hair there. The rigidness of his erection the only hard thing is pressed up the blue material covering the reddened tip strains against the speedo prison and he should feel some relief as Rex pulls out of his balls, but he only feels a sense of dread instead as his bare skin is regrabbed in Rex’s fist.

 

Chase gulps, and arches his back a small longing in him stirs and his erection throbs, a growing sense of pleasure building amongst the hard squeezes as the twin’s needle and poke at his swollen ballsack.

 

Chase wobbled in his precariously held position between the brothers, holding his ground…but just barely able to do so. Rex squeezes harder, “Mmmmy…balls. My big balls.” Chase moans, managing to speak between Max’s fingers as he too adjusts his grip to grab Chase’s bare nut now pulling the wobbly orb free from the speedos.

 

A moan pulls deep from inside Chase, and his eyes partly close. His nuts are flush against the base of his cock and he really needs some relief. “Guys…st—stop.”

 

“Let’s finish him” Rex says dropping his hand from Chase’s nut. The testicle swings, looking bloated and more red than pink. Max does the same wondering what his brother is thinking as he pushes Chase to Max. They stumble and fall back into the water with a loud splash. Rex quickly dives in.

 

They three come up in the shallow in gasping.

 

Chase clears his vision, his balls on the outside of swimsuit.

 

“What the hell is going on?” Sam Hell wonders and turns away from Jayden and their conversation and spots Rex stepping back, rolling his shoulders like a boxer preparing for a knockout blow. “I like your stance Chase, legs spread wide!”

 

Chase’s survival instincts seem to kick in, but he is too horny and slow. His dick is full in control as he pushes the wet hair out of his face, clearing his vision as he looks over at Rex bracing himself just before the blow came.

 

Rex did not hold back.

 

Before Chase could even tense up properly, Rex’s bare toes crack his nuts with the force of a wrecking ball. The toes bury themselves in Chase’s naked balls, burying deep, and lifting Chase’s balls up into his pelvis with terrifying precision.

 

A wet, guttural “Guhhhh…uuuuuck!” exploads from Chase’s lungs as both his hands clamp over his ruined nuts. He collaspes into the pool water sinking below and into the depths. His knees hit the floor and he curves as if to go into the fetal position and turn into a little ball but Max at the last moment pulls him up from the bottom, hands in his armpits.

 

Chase comes up spluttering, as he blinks rapidly trying to remember how to breathe as his vision whites out from the nuclear shockwave of pain radiating out from his groin.

 

“Damn bro…that was some kick!” Max says, all smiles as he holds Chase up against himself and squeezing him in a bear hug.

 

“Looks like you two have been…busy.”

 

Sam drops into the water coming over to Chase, held tightly by Max.

 

“Damn…he looks wrecked.”

 

Chase couldn’t even respond if he wanted to. His mouth opens and closes like a suffocating beached fish, his face turning an alarming shade of red. His balls feel like they have been obliterated—a white hot, throbbing agony that makes his stomach churn. Every gasping breath sends fresh waves of nausea through him, and everyone can see that Chase is no longer cracking jokes but in the full wave of a horrid nut kick explosition.

 

After nearly a full minute of twitching and whimpering in Max’s arms, he finally manages to croak out “F—fuck…you…Rex…god!”

 

Sam tilts Chase’s head up, which was hanging down staring at his balls floating on top of the pool water in the shallow end of the pool. The devilboy smirks, “You are…doing better than last training session Chase. This is an improvement.”

 

Chase lays against Max no longer fighting, his body twitches, and his entire existence reduced to a single, pulsing point of agony between his legs. His vision swims, stomach lurching, and his balls throb like they have been replaced with two molten dead weights. Chase knows for certain if Max let him go he would find the bottom of the pool again.

 

Sam touches Chase’s swollen balls gently, they have bruised up nicely like large apples, darkening red with angry blotches where Rex’s toes had just struck with brutal perfection. Sam gives the bag a poke each thumb on the most darkened sections of Chase’s nuts and Chase immediately regrets the touch as fresh fire shots up his spine. The unnaturally heavy tender plums in Sam Hell’s claws feel both tender and hot, clearly protesting from Sam’s most recent thumbs jab.

 

Chase let’s out a shaky breath, torn between pain and the persistent arousal thrumming through him. The contrast is ridiculous—his cock stiffer than before with need, swollen, and his abused nuts pulsing with his heartbeat as Sam explores his bag.

 

“One more should finish him.”

 

Chase blinks as Sam Hell drops his balls and he shakes his head. “No I CAN’T! Not…not another like that.”

 

“Let’s see if he can take one more then.”

 

Jayden Gomez perches on his chair invested now, and hard. He looks on with growing desire, no longer ignoring the conflict but deeply invested in how this is about to end.

 

“Allow me” says Max still holding his friend, his knee linking up straight like an arrow from behind and launches up. Chase’s eyes widen in horror but Sam gets there just before it makes contact, grabbing the kids outstretched thigh and pushing back.

 

Max loses his grip on Chase and falls back into the pool with a splash.

 

“You two have had your fun, it’s my turn now. Watch…I will show you how it’s done.

 

“Spread them wide now Chase, and we can be done for the day.”

 

Chase gulps, reluctantly but obeys spreading his stance wider in the pool. The air brushes against his swollen nuts as they hang exposed, making his whole body quiver. Sam smirks, when he spots him squirm, and watches his cock twitch the last part of him encased in the speedo prison rather pathetically despite the danger that his groin is about to face.

 

Sam Hell teases him at first, sending his foot up slowly between Chase’s thighs dragging up his inner thigh. His movements are slow and torturous. When Sam reaches the hanging fruit, he does not kick right away but just let’s the weight of his foot rest against them, applying the faintest amount of pressure. Chase whimpers, but holds still.

 

“You have done well today…I am proud.” His foot presses up and into Chase’s groin, slightly harder now. “Still want to finish your lesson?”

 

“Y—yes! I just---AAAHHHHHH! God, Nooooo!”

 

Chase’s plea dissolves into a shriek as the eager audience of the twins leer at them from barely a foot away, Jayden on his chair toughing himself and Sam Hell red eyes locked on the Chase’s icy blue ones nails him ending Chase’s plea with a shriek as his foot suddenly snaps up in a vicious arc from just above the pool water sending bits of pool water up and around Chase as he buries his foot right into Chase’s swollen balls. The impact lifts the swim captain up and out of the pool water for a moment, caught on Sam Hell’s instep before he is tossed into the deep end ending with a gurgling wail.

 

Sinking down to the bottom of the pool Chase finds his balls grabbing them, just as his cock starts to spurt. Chase tries to inhale as his scream ends under water and sucks in a mouthful of water, he comes up spluttering and finds the edge of the pool anf grips it tight cumming now harder than ever in his suit, sending spurts of semen into the water which begin to float around him like pearl necklaces.

 

Chase’s face is red, and hot and he grunts as he finishes and his top half falls against the pool edge the hot tile offering no relief and he falls back into the water watching above him as the twins swim toward him but stop short spotting the floating seamen.

 

Jayden’s legs appear behind him ducking into the water and his boyfriend pulls him up and out of the water, “You alright he asks.” Concern floods his face, but Chase is so close to his hardness that he can spot how turned on he is.

 

Chase tries to smile, fails and moans a high-pitched groan as his balls shoot white-agomy through his recently emptied nuggets. His package feels utterly demolished, and he whimpers as he places his testicles back into his speedos and lays his head in Jayden’s lap.

 

“My…big balls…”

 

Jayden rubs his back, as Sam Hell climbs the ladder.

 

“This has been fulfilling Chase. Let me know when you want another session. Time to go to work.” Picking up his folded pile of clothes he turns to leave but the twins are after him.

 

“We can help you next time…right?” Rex inquires, eyes bright and eager.

 

“Yeah! We have learned a lot.” Adds Max, looking just as hopeful.

 

Sam Hell gives them both a sideways grin stating “We will see. And Jayden…”

 

Jayden looks up at him as he reminds him.

 

….”Don’t forget about the ice-pack. He will need it.”

 

 

 

 

 

~End