Friday, January 4, 2019

Hurts like team spirit (Andrew meets Logan and Phil)

Special thanks to Andrew for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who likes to see young men kick balls!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Featured in this story: Logan and Phil (click for pictures)

It had just been a friendly game of soccer, but listening to Andrew it sounded as if his team had just won the world cup.

“I mean, you know, that penalty was just the icing on the cake, right?” Andrew said, a wide grin on his handsome face. “Nobody could have saved that, right?” He was a cocky young man, not necessarily one of brightest, but reasonably well-liked and usually quite affable – except in situations like these, when he couldn’t stop bragging about his victory. “Nobody could have saved that”, he said with a complacent smile. “That was perfect. Just perfect.”

He had been going on for so long that almost everybody had left the locker room except for two members of the opposite team, Phil and Logan.

Showing no sign of slowing down, Andrew looked down at his large feet and chuckled. “I guess my feet were made for soccer.” He wiggled his toes and chuckled. “Size 12 bombers. Just perfect.” He looked at his feet for a moment, lost in thought, a loving sparkle in his eyes. Then he looked up at Phil and smiled. “Do you think I should play soccer for a living?”

Phil stared at him. The 18 years old redhead was a professional soccer player from England who had gone through years of hard training at several elite training facilities that prided themselves to find talented players and turn them into world class soccer sensations. “You are not serious, right?” he said slowly.

“Of course he is not serious”, Logan chimed in, laughing. “He’s just teasing…”

Logan was as old as Phil, an all-American boy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was a high school wrestling champion who didn’t care much about soccer. He had been on the losing team with Phil, and he didn’t think much of it.

“I’m not”, Andrew said, raising his eyebrows. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Phil. “I defeated you, so, you know, I guess I’m better than you. I mean, if you were better than me you would have won, right?”

“Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it?” Logan chuckled, turning to Phil.

“Oh, shut up”, Phil mumbled, emphasizing his request with a swift, hard kick to Logan’s crotch.

Phil’s foot connected with the soft bulge in Logan’s shorts, rudely re-arranging its contents and eliciting a strangled grunt from Logan as the handsome boy doubled over in pain.

He hadn’t lost his humor, though. “That’s exactly what you should have shown on the field”, he said in a strained voice. “Maybe then we wouldn’t have lost…”

Andrew roared with laughter.

Phil rolled his eyes. “This is just---”

He wasn’t able to finish his thought because Logan smacked him in the nuts with the back of his hand.

“I’m better at handball”, he quipped as Phil doubled over.

Andrew’s laughter grew louder and culminated in a cheerful cackle when Phil retaliated with another very well-placed kick to Logan’s bean bag that turned Logan’s crooked smile into a crooked grimace.
“Yup”, Logan whispered breathlessly, cupping his nuggets with both of his hands, his face a mask of pain. “That’s exactly what I meant. That’s a winning kick…”

Both Phil and Logan were rubbing their sore nuts, grimacing and groaning.

“No wonder that you lost”, he said with a chuckle. “You don’t have the team spirit.”

Phil raised his eyebrows. “What?”

Andrew grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “You don’t have the team spirit”, he repeated. “It’s all about the team. Not just about this.”

With that, he kicked Phil’s nuts hard.

The handsome redhead’s eyes crossed and he let out a wheezing grunt as the pain hit him.

Now it was Logan’s turn to laugh.

“That’s not funny”, Phil groaned.

“It kinda is”, Logan grinned. “Nutshots are always---”

Andrew’s foot connected with his balls, ramming the two tender nuggets into his body and flattening them like pancakes, causing Logan’s voice to change into a comical falsetto mid-sentce.

“---funniiiiiyyyhhh!” Logan shrieked from the top of his lungs.

Now, all hell broke loose, and there was quite a chance that some balls might break as well.

Phil kicked Andrew’s nuts, and received a knee in the bollocks in return. Logan tried kicking Andrew in the balls from behind, but he failed and got mule-kicked in the gonads instead. Phil managed to land another decent kick to Andrew’s balls, and on the second attempt, Logan succeeded in landing a nice, hard kick to Andrew’s balls from behind.

Several eye-watering nut-kicks later, the three lads were gasping for breath, cupping their sore and rapidly swelling testicles.

Andrew was moaning the loudest, giving Logan and Phil an opportunity to hatch a plan.

“Let’s show him some team spirit”, Logan muttered under his breath. “Roshambo?” When Phil nodded at him, Logan nodded back. “Follow my lead.”

“Aye-aye, captain”, Phil mumbled, cupping his sore crotch.

“Alright”, Logan straightened and smiled at Andrew. “Since you are so great at playing soccer I have an idea for another ball game.”

Andrew looked up, a blank expression on his face. “What do you have in mind?”

“We trade kicks to the nuts”, Logan said, widening his stance, a wide grin on his lips. “The winning team owns the losing team for the rest of the week.”

“I dunno”, Andrew groaned, nursing his balls with both of his hands. After winning the soccer match he felt invincible – but he knew that his balls were pretty weak. Then again, he was pretty good at kicking balls…

“What do you say?” Phil grinned. “You’re not chickening out, are you?”

“Well, maybe he’s afraid he might lose”, Logan suggested slowly.

Logan and Phil looked at Andrew expectantly.

“Alright”, Andrew said quickly. “Let’s do this.”

They shook hands.

“I’ll kick your fucking balls into next week!” Andrew said with a grin. “Who’s on my team?”

“Well, who said anything about changing the teams?” Logan said with a sweet smile. “We’ll play exactly like we did on the field.”

“But – everybody on my team is gone!” Andrew said.

Phil feigned surprise and looked around the locker room. “Oh, now that you mention it…”

“Looks like you are the only one in your team”, Logan smiled. He rubbed his hands. “What are we waiting for?”

Andrew stared at him. “But--- I--- No way. I’m not doing it.”

“Does that sound like a winner to you?” Logan grinned at Phil.

“Not at all”, Phil chuckled. “Sounds like a guy who knows he will lose.”

Andrew shifted uncomfortably.

“Yeah, sounds like a loser”, Logan added with a grin, shrugging his shoulders. “All bark and no bite.”

Andrew blushed.

“Pity”, Phil said with an exaggerated sigh. “With those legs of his he had a pretty good chance at winning, right?”

Logan grimaced comically. “Oh yeah. I bet he would have kicked our balls real good.”

Logan and Phil turned to Andrew, waiting for him to say something.

“Alright!” he blurted out. “Let’s fucking do this! Spread your fucking legs!”

Logan and Phil did as they were told, smiling brightly as they took Andrew into the middle, with Phil standing in front of him and Logan standing behind him. They spread they legs, the fat bulges in their shorts on full display.

Andrew blinked.

“Go on”, Logan encouraged him, wiggling his hip. “Your team goes first.”

Phil chuckled.

Andrew gulped and kicked Logan’s nuts as hard as he could. His foot connected with Logan’s precious package, flattening it and making Logan grunt through his gritted teeth.

Andrew smiled proudly, but his joy was short-lived.

“Turn around and spread them!” Phil said cheerfully.

Andrew looked at him. A split-second later, Phil’s soccer star foot rammed his nuts into his body.

Andrew’s face contorted and he let out a dry cough, failing miserably in his attempt to not let the pain show.

“Come on, your turn”, Phil grinned, pointing at his crotch. “Show me what you can do with those legs!”

Andrew groaned, rubbing his sore testicles. He was in too much pain to land a decent blow, and his halfhearted kick to Phil’s bollocks did very little damage to the redhead’s crown jewels.

But Andrew didn’t have time to lament his missed opportunity because it was Logan’s turn to kick his nuts, and he delivered a very well-placed kick that lifted Andrew off his feet, squashing his nuts into his body.

Andrew screamed from the top of his lungs as Logan grinned and spread his legs. “Come on, what are you waiting for.”

They went on and on, and it became very obvious very quickly that Andrew’s poor nuggets were no match to his opponents’ balls of steel.

With every kick to his weak, rapidly swelling nuts, Andrew lost some more strength while Logan and Phil turned their double advantage into a death spiral for Andrew’s nuts: Logan and Phil were on the receiving end of just every other kick, so they didn’t experience as much pain as he did. Because of that, their kicks were considerably more powerful than his, weakening him further.

Andrew tried his very best to fight through the pain, but it was a lost cause.

His face was a mask of pain as kick after nut-crunching kick found his manhood, crushing his nuts and eliciting all kinds of funny noises from handsome young man. His balls were swelling rapidly inside his shorts, and he squealed like a banshee with every kick.

He didn’t want to give up, to admit defeat – but he didn’t stand a chance. Every kick to his bruised and battered balls brought Phil and Logan closer to victory, even if they had to take a couple of half-assed kicks to their own nuts in return.

In the end, it was a very convincing victory.

Logan was the one to bring Andrew down.

The tip of his foot only grazed Andrew’s left nut – but it caught Andrew’s swollen right nut dead-on.

“Ooooooooooh! That was a match-winner!” Phil laughed as Andrew’s face turned pale. His eyes watered and his jaw dropped.

Then he let out a miserable wail and collapsed on the ground, cradling his injured balls.

“Yup, a match-winner”, Phil repeated as he high-fived Logan. “Well done!”

“My nuts!” Andrew whimpered. “My fucking nuts!”

“I don’t think there’s anything left of them”, Logan quipped, winking at Phil. “Just a little batch of peanut butter…”

Logan and Phil laughed.

“Let’s make this official”, Logan said. “Are you done?”

Andrew let out a whimper.

“Are you done?” Logan repeated, grabbing Andrew’s feet and rolling him onto his back.

Andrew looked up at him, his face contorted in agony.

“Are you done?” Logan asked again, spreading Andrew’s legs and stomping down hard on Andrew’s crushed nuts.

“Fuuuck!” Andrew howled as his tender testicles were crushed flat.

“I asked you a question”, Logan smiled, twisting his foot and crushing Andrew’s balls like a bug.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Andrew shrieked.

Logan turned to Phil and shrugged his shoulders. “You try. Maybe you can get him to admit defeat.”

The handsome Englishman rubbed his hands and grabbed Andrew’s feet, turning him around and making him go into a pushup position, preventing him from covering his balls. Then Phil spread his legs and starting kicking him in the nuts.










Andrew’s voice was hoarse and throaty as he managed to croak. “Please stop. I’m done.”

Phil let go of Andrew’s feet, allowing him to curl up in a ball, nursing his battered manhood.

“I think we got a team slave for the week”, Phil grinned.

“What a loser”, Logan laughed.

Andrew moaned in pain.

“Think of all the things we can do with him”, Phil smiled.

“He’ll be great to strengthen the team spirit”, Logan nodded his head affirmatively.

“We can do some target practice with his balls”, Phil suggested.

“Tie him to the goal and let everybody kick the balls at him”, Logan chimed in.

Andrew whimpered.

“And we need to practice penalty kicks as well”, Phil grinned.

“Definitely”, Logan chuckled. “I can’t wait to kick his balls into the goal…” He smiled at Phil. “And he’ll be great for stress relief.”

Andrew let out a miserable groan.

“Oh yeah”, Phil winked at Logan. “I got some awesome ideas for that…”

Logan laughed. “I know what you’re thinking!” He aimed a playful kick at Phil’s nuts that made the soccer player laugh and grunt in pain at the same time.

This started a little friendly roughhousing as Logan and Phil traded a couple of playful nut shots.

Andrew was rolling around on the floor, nursing his battered balls, moaning in pain as the winners’ grunts and groans and laughter echoed in the locker room.

No comments: