Tagteamed (Jules and Reuben meet Logan and Zach)

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Artwork created by Champ

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

“Look at them”, Logan chuckled. “I mean, they are no match for us, right?”

The 18 year old high school wrestler smiled at his friend. He was wearing his “lucky wrestling singlet”, the one that he had won several trophies in. Maybe that was what made him so confident. He looked hot in it, too. It sat tight on his athletic body, showcasing his awesome abs and the very prominent bulge between his muscular thighs.

“What’s gotten into you?” Zach chuckled. It wasn’t like Logan to show off and mock his opponents. Usually Logan was quite a nice guy, polite and reasonable, friendly and attentive.

Zach was two years older than Logan, and he looked like Logan’s older brother. He had the same blond hair and the same boyish smile. He was taller and more muscular, though. Everything on him looked a little bigger. His biceps and his thighs, his hands and feet, and the enormous bulge in his singlet.

“I dunno”, Logan said with a cheeky smile, playfully smacking Zach in the nuts with the back of his hand.


Zach let out a grunt and doubled over in pain. He loved Logan like a brother but his oversized genitals were very sensitive, and he hated getting tapped in the nuts.

Logan let out a laugh. “I dunno”, he repeated, jumping up and down giddily. “I just don’t know.”

Zach groaned, massaging his package. “When’s Ashley coming back?” he asked, knowing full well that Logan’s girlfriend had been away for two weeks on a cheerleading competition, and that Logan couldn’t wait to have some much longed-for reunion sex.

“Tomorrow”, Logan grinned, adjusting his crotch. “Tomorrow, my friend!”

Zach chuckled. “Fuck, you must be horny…”

Logan let out a laugh. “You have no idea!” he announced cheerfully. “You have no fucking idea, my friend!”

Zach planted himself in front of Logan and chuckled. “Well, I think I know a thing or two about---“

He was interrupted by a cheerful kick in the nuts.

It was meant to be another jocular sack tap, but because of an unforeseen movement by Zach’s hips and the ridiculous size of his testicles it turned into a full-blown kick to the jelly beans that instantly brought Zach to his knees, howling in agony.

Logan burst out laughing. “Oh, man, I’m so sorry“, he chuckled, not looking very apologetic as he patted Zach’s shoulder. “So sorry.” He laughed. “Did I close your sperm factory, buddy?” He brought his hands to his mouth as if he was talking through a megaphone. “Ding dong! This sperm factory is closed. Go get your sperm somewhere else!” He laughed at his own crude joke.

“Fuck you”, Zach grunted, clutching his nuts.

“Nah, I’d rather fuck Ashley”, Logan replied with a grin.

Julian cleared his throat.

He was 22 years old, nicknamed Jules, a handsome young man with brown hair and brown eyes. He and his older brother Reuben, 25, came from a farming family in England. Both had fairly large hands and feet, and they both knew how to fight, and fight dirty if necessary.

Jules was more built than Reuben, and Reuben was leaner, with defined abs and athletic body. Jules was clean shaven, and his brother wasn’t, but the family resemblance was uncanny.

“You ready?” Jules asked.

Zach got up, groaning and moaning, clutching his aching balls.

“Of course we are”, Logan grinned with a sweeping gesture that was designed to hit Zach in the nuts.

It was just the fact that Zach’s hands were still cupping his genitals that saved him from more testicular agony.

“Stop it”, Zach grunted. “Stop it now, for fuck’s sake!”

Logan chuckled.

“Where’s the ref?” Jules asked, looking around.

As if on cue, David entered the gym. He looked seriously annoyed. David was a professional dancer, and he had no idea why he had been chosen to referee this fight. He hated wrestling, and he loathed people who wrestled.

“Ugh”, he groaned, rolling his eyes. “I forgot about the smell.” He grimaced. “It smells like somebody died in here.”

“You are the ref?” Jules asked.

“Apparently”, David sighed. “So let’s get this over with. It’s a tag team match, so--- Ugh, just do whatever you want. The match ends with a double knock-out.”

The wrestlers stared at him.

“What are you waiting for?” David spat. “Go and know yourselves the fuck out!”

The match started like a traditional tag team match, and David soon grew bored, sitting down next to the ring and getting out his phone, texting and chatting and playing games, allowing the wrestlers to throw in a few dirty tricks.

Logan was the first to go for the nuts with a concealed grab at Jules’ lowhangers.

Jules protested but David didn’t even look up. “I don’t care about your fucking nuts! Don’t bother me until two men are unconscious!”

Jules’ eyes narrowed and he tried to take matters into his own hands, aiming a hard punch at Logan’s nuts.

Logan managed to avoid the punch, though, and took Jules’ attack as permission to retaliate. His fist sank into Jules’ bulge, flattening it and making the young man scream in agony.

He barely managed to limp to the side and tag his brother in. Then he watched from the sidelines, rubbing his crotch and grimacing in pain, as Reuben and Logan circled each other.

As the match went on, it became clear that Logan and Zach, but Logan in particular, was far too good and far too experienced in dirty tactics for Jules and Reuben.

Logan deployed ball grabs and sack taps, nut punches and even some kicks to the poor sacks of his opponents, all of them to great effect.

David had all but abandoned his duties as a ref, watching titty porn on his phone.

Zach hadn’t even tagged in once, and he was leaning against the ropes from the outside, looking bored.

“Looks like I don’t need you”, Logan quipped. He was holding both Jules and Reuben by the hair, preparing to smash their heads together and knock them out. “I can do it all by my---”

He was interrupted by a hard, very well-placed and perfectly executed kick to the nuts from behind.

“---self”, Logan whispered in a toneless voice, his face blank. It didn’t sound like a word, more like someone had caused a balloon to suddenly inflate.

Logan’s hand relaxed and his grip on his opponents’ hair loosened as the pain washed through his body.

Once again Zach’s foot found Logan’s testicles, flattening them and crushing them against Logan’s body.

This time, Logan found his voice again, and he screamed from the top of his lungs.

He let go of his opponents’ hair and sank to his knees, but he was immediately pulled up and put in a full master lock.

“You don’t need me, huh?” Zach growled as he held Logan in this very vulnerable position. “Well, I think this is officially a 3 on 1 match, now.” He looked in David’s direction. “What do you say, ref?”

“Whatever”, David mumbled, distracted by a naughty image on his phone.

“Please!” Logan groaned, his eyes widening in pain. “Please, don’t---”

“You said you didn’t need me”, Zach interrupted him, tightening his grip and making Logan cough in pain. “You treated me like shit, and now you’re going to pay for it.”

Logan moaned. “But---”

“Shut the fuck up!” Zach bellowed. He looked at Jules and Reuben for help.

Wordlessly, David held up a roll of duct tape.

“Perfect”, Jules grinned and took it from David.

“No!” Logan protested. “No, please, no---”

His objections where muffled beyond recognition when Jules taped his mouth shut.

“That’s better”, Zach grinned. “Now let’s fuck him up!”

Jules pointed at Logan’s exposed abs. “May I?”

“Be my guest”, Zach said with a mean grin.

Without further ado, Jules started punching Logan’s abs, hitting them again and again and again, harder and harder.

Logan was grunting and groaning, struggling against Zach who was holding him in place.

After a few dozen blows, Jules stopped and turned to his brother. “What about you, Reuben? Would you like to have a go?”

“You’re too kind”, Reuben chuckled. “Let’s see the damage you have done so far”, he added before grabbing Logan’s singlet and ripping it apart, exposing Logan’s beet red abs. The remains of Logan’s lucky singlet were dangling down, only his midsection was covered by fabric.

Reuben started using Logan’s abs like a punching bag, and soon Jules joined in. The two brothers took turns punching Logan’s abs, making Logan groan and moan, scream and cough in pain.

After a while, they moved down, focusing on Logan’s legs. Reuben started punching and slapping Logan’s muscular right leg as his brother let loose on his left leg.

Very soon, Logan’s legs were just as red as his abs.

“I think we missed a spot”, Jules said with a grin.

“Oh yes, we did, didn’t we?” Reuben laughed.

The two brothers grabbed the remains of Logan’s lucky singlet and pulled them down, exposing poor Logan’s flaccid dick and his low-hanging balls.

“Let’s get that bloody dick out of the way”, Jules grinned and taped Logan’s meaty cock to his sore, red abs so that his fat babymakers were dangling freely between his thighs and the two brothers had unobstructed access to poor Logan’s punching bag.

Logan’s eyes were wide open and filled with terror as he looked down at his crotch.

Jules’ fist found Logan’s ball bag and sent it swinging wildly, smacking against his thighs left and right, accompanied by a muffled scream from Logan. Before the swinging nutsack had a chance to librate, Jules landed another nut-crunching blow.

Again and again Jules pounded poor Logan’s precious pouch, eliciting all kinds of funny noises from Logan as Zach held him steady.

David ignored them, staring at his phone, as the brothers switched places, giving Reuben a swing at Logan’s sack.

They took turns pummeling Logan’s ball bag with Zach holding Logan in place.

“That’s what you get for your smack talk”, Zach whispered into Logan’s ear as the brothers wreaked havoc on Logan’s nutsack.

After a while Jules and Reuben grew tired of the speed bag routine. They got up and took turns kicking Logan’s rapidly swelling balls as hard as they could.

By now, there wasn’t a place on Logan’s body that didn’t hurt: His abs and his legs and his arms and his chest were beet red – but his nuts definitely got the worst of it. They were almost obscenely swollen and had turned a very angry shade of red.

A few dozen kicks later, they were even more bloated, and the color was a very impressive combination of red, blue, green and black.

It was a well-placed kick from Jules that finally knocked Logan out.

It connected perfectly with both of Logan’s nuts, ramming them into his body and flattening them like pancakes.

Logan’s eyes crossed and rolled back into his head as he let out a soft grunt and his body went limp.

Zach allowed him to sink to the floor, out cold.

The three studs looked down at him.

“Hey ref”, Zach grinned. “We need you.”

David was preoccupied with his phone where a busty blonde had her holes filled by several assiduous young men.

“Ref!” Zach repeated, louder this time. “We need your decision.”

David didn’t look up. “I don’t see a double knockout.”

The three studs raised their eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” Zach asked, scratching his head.

“The match isn’t over until two guys are knocked out”, David mumbled, annoyed by the disturbance.

“But---” Zach raised his eyebrows. “I guess that means that someone has to join Logan’s team.”

There was a moment of silence before they started arguing who had to join Logan’s team.

In the meantime, Logan woke up. He let out a groan and got up, groggily. Bare naked, his dick taped to his body, bruised from head to toe, he made a half-hearted attempt to kick Zach in the groin – but he was too disoriented to land a blow. His foot never even came near the danger zone.

Nevertheless, the three studs didn’t appreciate Logan’s attitude. They interrupted the discussion for a brief moment to allow Jules to knock Logan out again.

He did it with a well-placed punch to Logan’s face that sent him flying back and landing on his ass, letting out an anguished moan before passing out again.

Logan’s next attempt at fighting back didn’t go any better. When he woke up again, he tried to launch a sneak attack, crawling up behind Jules and attempting to punch him in the nuts from behind.

Fortunately, Reuben saw him and prevented Logan’s attack on his unborn nieces and nephews by launching a hard kick to Logan’s kidney that sent him flying back.

The three men tried to knock sense into Logan by repeatedly kicking him and stomping on his abs and his nuts.

Jules crushed Logan’s dick and balls under his large feet as his brother stomped down on Logan’s abs and Zach kicked him in the ribs.

Mercifully, Logan passed out again.

This went on for quite a while: Logan woke up, only to get knocked unconscious again by a well-placed kick in the nuts, a stomp to the gut or a punch to the face. Logan’s lights went on and off, on and off, on and off again until every fiber in his body was burning with pain and his balls were basically black.

Sometime between Logan’s fifth and his tenth blackout, David left the room, telling the guys to go gentle on Logan – obviously unaware that they had already all but ended Logan’s family line…

The guys went on for quite some time until Jules realized that without the ref present there was no need for a double knockout anymore. They could just end the match and declare themselves the winners.

Zach, Reuben and Jules had a good laugh about the fact that they had abused poor Logan’s manhood way more than necessary.

Both Reuben and Jules took one last kick at Logan’s swollen, bruised, bare balls.

The sound of their feet connecting Logan’s demolished sack echoed through the gym.

Then Zach brought down his bare foot, demolishing Logan’s testicles with a mean, hard stomp.

Logan let out a wheezing groan and passed out again.

They left him behind, chuckling and laughing as they exchanged numbers on their way out.

“Just call us”, Reuben said with a grin as they said goodbye. “If you’re ever having trouble with him again.”

Jules chuckled. “We’re always happy to help!”