Neighbourly help

Featured in this story: Chad and Alex (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Chad on the warpath
Junk food
Coffee break
Heavy shower
Hired help
Bottled

The last time I had seen my cameraman Chad, he had been lying on the floor in the kitchen, his shorts around his ankles, clutching his aching balls and muttering obscenities at me.

I was sitting at my desk now, waiting for Chad to come to work. It was eleven a.m. He hadn’t been here yesterday, and I guessed he was angry at me. It had been the second time within a week that I had ruined his date by busting his balls. I grinned. Poor Chad.

When he hadn’t arrived at two p.m., I called him. Nobody answered the phone.

Two hours later, the door opened.

I expected Chad to be furious, but he seemed calm.

“Hi”, I said, watching him closely.

“Hi”, Chad replied and disappeared in the kitchen.

I followed him and stood in the doorframe, my hands guarding my nuts, trying to look relaxed and casual. “Everything alright?”

He nodded and poured himself a cup of coffee. “Coffee?”

I shook my head. “Thanks.”

Chad sat down and grinned at me.

I smiled. “Good to see you.”

Chad nodded. “Don’t you want to ask me how my date was?”

I hesitated and watched Chad, looking for any signs of anger or rage. But apparently he was absolutely okay. “I thought it my be a touchy topic”, I grinned.

“Well…” Chad took a sip of coffee and smiled. “It is.”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, my nuts exploded with blatant pain. My lungs started to inflate and my stomach turned. My eyes lost focus and I groaned miserably.

I looked down at my crotch, just in time to witness a white sports shoe come crashing into my nuts, catching both of my precious orbs dead-on and flattening them against my pelvis.

I screamed from the top of my lungs and tried to turn around, but the pain that was rushing through my nerves was too great. I was paralyzed with agony, my legs shoulder-width apart, my arms outstretched, standing in the doorway between the studio and the kitchen, facing Chad and seeing his face light up with glee and satisfaction while my testicles were squashed by another hard kick.

I groaned and tried to grab my balls. Before I reached them, Chad stood in front of me and opened the fly of my jeans.

“Chad”, I croaked. “Please, I…”

“I know”, Chad interrupted me and reached into my fly. He grabbed my nuts in his strong right hand and squeezed hard.

I let out a shrill shriek.

Chad grinned and twisted my nuts. He yanked them up, making me stand on my tip toes and gasp for air.

Chad looked past me and said, “Thanks. See you!”

I heard footsteps leave the studio.

Chad tightened his grip on my poor nuts.

“Who was that?” I whispered.

Chad pulled my nuts down. It felt like he was going to rip them off. I yelled in pain.

“One of our neighbors”, Chad said.

He let go of my testicles and took a step back.

I sighed in relief.

Then Chad took a running start and kicked my balls with his sneaker-clad right foot.

The kick lifted me off the ground, and I let out a blood-curdling scream. My whole body was aching, the pain was radiation from my balls to my abdomen, my lungs, my brain, even to my thighs and my hands. My whole body shook with pain.

I collapsed on the ground.

Chad walked over me. “I have to edit a few tapes”, he said casually.

I whimpered in pain.

“Wow, that felt good”, I heard him say when he sat down at the desk.

I cradled my nuts and groaned, lying on the kitchen floor, my jeans around my ankles, clutching my aching balls and muttering obscenities.