Stopgap spuds

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

I was in the middle of doing the books when the door to the studio burst open.

Surprised, I looked at the young man who came running in. It was Danny’s brother David, a professional dancer and amateur asshole, who had been to our studio a couple of times, humiliating his brother, cracking his nuts, and taking great delight in all of that.

He was wearing casual dark grey trousers and shiny black leather shoes with a tight-fitting white shirt, looking dashing as usual.

Before I had a chance to say something, he looked at me with an amused expression on his face, and said, “Don’t you lock the door?”

I stared at him.

He rolled his eyes. “Good morning, Alex”, he said slowly, as if I was extremely dim-witted. He looked around the studio.

“Good morning, Dav---“

“Where is Danny?” he interrupted me.

I blinked.

“Where. Is. Danny?”

I raised my eyebrows.

The cute black haired dancer rolled his eyes again. “Are you deaf?” He leaned over the desk and repeated, raising his voice: “Where. Is. Danny?”

“Listen, David”, I said slightly annoyed. “I have no idea where Danny is. And I would really appreciate it if you gave me a phone call before you came crash---“

“Alex”, David said and sat down on the couch. “We have an appointment.”

I stared at him again.

“A. Point. Ment.”

I cleared my throat. “David, I’m neither dumb nor deaf, and we don’t have an---“

“We do”, David said with a bored voice.

I frowned and opened my calendar. “No, we don’t. We have an appointment for the 3rd of July. And today it’s the 3rd of June.”

Now it was David’s turn to stare at me.

I got up and walked to the couch. I stood next to him and put the calendar on the table. I pointed at today’s date. Then I flipped a few pages and showed him the 3rd of July where I had written “D&D”, with red marker.

I straightened and looked down at David with a triumphant grin.

David shrugged and looked at me.

“Well, David, seems like you’re wrong”, I smiled, enjoying the fact that, for once, David was in an inferior position.

David rolled his eyes. “Well, David, seems like you’re wrong”, David repeated, aping my German accent – it isn’t that thick! – and crossing his eyes for further artistic effect.

I raised my eyebrows and extended my hand, pointing at the door. “Well---“

Suddenly, David stood. He looked me in the eyes, smiled, and jerked up his knee.

I coughed. His kneecap had caught both of my balls dead-center.

“Well, seems like you’re in pain”, David said casually.

I coughed again, grabbed my crotch and sank to the floor. “David”, I croaked, “you---“

“David, you---”, he repeated, mocking me again. “David, you---“

My hands were cupping my crotch as pain radiated from my nuts, a white-hot, throbbing pain that filled my abdomen and wandered through my lungs up into my head. I was panting heavily and curled up in a ball.

David grabbed his own balls with mock sympathy. “Ooooh, the nuts”, he cooed with a thick German accent. “Poor Alex hurt his nuts.”

I groaned.

David chuckled.

“Sorry, Alex”, he grinned. “You look pathetic.”

I looked up at him and frowned.

“David, you---“

“Sshhhh”, David put his index finger in front of his lips.

I groaned and tried to get up, one hand clutching my aching balls, the other one searching for the
armrest of the couch for support. I let go of my balls and put my hand on the floor, lifting myself up.

He smiled viciously and took a step towards me. His right foot came smashing into my crotch, cracking my nuts and renewing the pain.

I yelped and fell down again. I clutched my poor balls and whimpered softly.

David grinned and bent down. “Let me see…”

I groaned, but he was stronger than me. His trained hands pried my hands away from my crotch and nimbly opened the zipper of my jeans.

“No”, I croaked.

“Shhhh…”

David reached into my fly and got my nuts out. I wasn’t wearing any underwear today, so David had no problem grasping my throbbing testicles and pulling them out into the open.

I looked down at my crotch.

With a quick motion, David closed the zipper, and I screamed in pain. My hapless balls were neatly trapped in my fly, two naked plums, girdled by denim.

I whimpered. “Please, David, you---“

He chuckled and brought his foot into my balls again with a hard kick. I shrieked and my eyes lost focus.

David’s foot was resting on my nuts, and now he shifted his weight, crushing my balls between the hard wooden floor and the sole of his shoe.

“David!”

David chuckled and added more weight.

My testicles felt like they were about to explode.

With a mean grind, he let go, and I curled up in a ball, cursing and moaning.

“Smile!” David said suddenly.

I looked at him, my hands clutching my naked balls, sweating all over, and breathing heavily, only to look into the lens of a camera.

Flash.

“Thanks”, David grinned. “That goes into my collection.”

I groaned.

“Sorry for the interruption”, David said and turned to go. “See you next month.”

After he left, I stayed on the ground for quite a while, massaging my balls and cursing David.

A few minutes later, Chad walked in.

He looked at me and smirked. “What’s up?”

“David was here”, I managed to croak.

Chad raised his eyebrows. “Did you have a nice chat?”

I groaned.

Chad laughed. He walked to the kitchen. “I’ll make myself some coffee. Anything for you?”

“Just some ice, please”, I whispered.

Chad chuckled. “Okay.”

I moaned and doubled over again.