Bad hair day

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
Neighborly help
Surprise
Fine print

More than two months after our last violent encounter, Chad apparently decided that the time for peace had passed...

Back then, the two of us had engaged in a heated ball battle, each one trying to crack the other guy’s nuts. In the end, after both our sacs had received their fair share of pain, we had agreed on a peace treaty, guaranteeing each other not to engage in harmful behaviour directed towards our reproductive organs.

Today, Chad came to a unilateral decision to break the truce. I was completely taken by surprise. I don’t even know why he attacked me. Well. Actually, I have a hunch…

I was wearing a t-shirt and a loose-fitting shorts. After a pretty rough sexual encounter the other day, I decided to let my stuff get some rest, so I wasn’t wearing any underwear, letting the sceptre and the jewels dangle freely between my thighs.

I was sitting at my desk, flipping through a magazine, when Chad entered the studio.

“Hey”, I said cheerfully, smiling at my cameraman.

Chad was wearing jeans and a colorful t-shirt with a band logo and tour dates on it.

“How are you?” I smiled.

He had leather boots on his feet, and a baseball cap on his head.

“What’s up?” I looked at him.

He was 30 years old, but he looked better than some people do in their twenties. His three day stubble and his handsome face made him look hot no matter what he was wearing. In fact, sometimes I suspected he was color blind, judging from the clothes he was wearing… Today, though, he looked great. The t-shirt was pretty tight-fitting, highlighting his muscular chest and abs.

“Chad?” I said. “Everything alright?”

Chad turned to me and shot me an angry glance.

“What’s up?” I said and walked up to him.

Chad grunted and sat down on the couch. I sat down next to him.

“Have I done something wrong?” I said slowly, trying to think of something that might have pissed him off.

Chad groaned. “Promise not to laugh?”

I raised my eyebrows. Then I nodded.

Chad turned around and faced me.

I stared at him.

Then he lifted his baseball cap and looked at me, waiting for my reaction.

I stared at his head. His hair was ruined. Someone had really done a botch job. It wasn’t the haircut, it was the colors. Blue, red and yellow spots were all over his naturally brown hair.

I covered my mouth with my hand.

Chad eyed me suspiciously.

“Who did this to you?” I said in a toneless voice, trying not to laugh.

Chad’s eyes narrowed.

“It’s--- I don’t know--- How did that--- I’m sorry!” I burst out laughing.

Chad put his baseball cap back on his head and nodded slowly. “Thanks”, he said. “That’s just what I needed…”

I couldn’t stop laughing.

The funny thing was, that even this botched hairdo didn’t ruin his good looks. Somehow, he looked hot, anyway.

“I’m sorry”, I repeated, my eyes filling with tears of laughter. My stomach began to ache, I was laughing so hard.

Seeing the look on Chad’s face, I decided that it might be best for me to walk back to my desk again. I slowly got up, roaring with laughter, and barely made it to the table, when Chad kicked me in the nuts.

His boot made perfect contact with both of my freewheeling gonads, smashing them into my pelvis.

At first, I didn’t feel anything. Then, a couple of seconds later, the pain hit me. My laughter turned into an agonized squeal as I grabbed my nuts and doubled over in pain.

“What did I tell you?” Chad growled.

I moaned in pain. “But we had a---“

Chad reached into my shorts from behind and grabbed my throbbing testicles in his hand.

I inhaled sharply, trying to ignore the pain in my groin and my stomach, trying to brace myself for the pain was about to come.

“What did I tell you?” Chad repeated in a low voice, holding both of balls inside the palm of his hand.

“I’m sorry”, I whispered.

Chad looked me in the eyes. Then he squeezed my nuts hard. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my meaty gonads, making me scream from the top of my lungs.

Chad seemed to like what he heard, twisting my nuts around with his hands, causing my voice to go up another octave.

“Please”, I whimpered. “I’m sorry…”

Chad ignored me. He yanked down hard, causing my vision to blur and my ears to ring. I gasped.

It felt as if he was trying to rip off those two precious stones.

“I--- Chad--- I’m deeply---“ I stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence. Chad had my nuts in a vice-like grip, and they felt as if I’d never be able to use them again. “Please, let---“

Chad kneaded my testicles in his hand.

“Fuck”, I whimpered, trying to pry his hands away from my balls.

Finally, he let go. I curled up in a ball on the floor, nursing my agonized testicles, while waves of unbearable pain washed through my body.

Chad stood and looked down at me. “I told you not to”, he said and went to the kitchen, stepping onto my crotch on his way.

I wailed.

Then I heard him light a cigarette in the kitchen.

The pain was killing me. I knew that my nuts weren’t the most robust things in the world. I had experienced quite a lot of pain over the years. My cock was average-sized, as were my nuts. Not major league material, but no miniature edition, either. My nuts were low-hanging and I always liked them. Two nice, round balls in a comfortable sac of skin. Now they were on fire, once again. This was hell.

I lay on the ground for more than half an hour. Plenty of time to figure out how to get revenge…