Loser gets fucked (Hunter meets Logan)

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

Artwork created by Champ

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“This seems to be it”, Logan said after double-checking the address. It was an apartment in the sleazier part of town, in a run-down apartment building with a sordid looking bar in the basement.

The 18 year old high school wrestler had been challenged to a wrestling match by a friend’s friend. Or rather: a friend’s friend’s friend’s friend.

Logan didn’t know much about his opponent, but he loved wrestling, and he never shied away from a challenge.

The handsome blond stud was an experienced wrestler. He had won numerous trophies, and he was the assistant trainer of Bartlet High’s wrestling team. The challenge had sounded interesting, that why he had invited his friends CJ, Seth, Leroy, Kim and Speedy to come with him.

Now that Logan realized they were going to wrestle in a private apartment he wasn’t sure it had been a good idea. But it was too late for second thoughts, and Logan rang the bell.


The door opened and the boys made their way up the stairs.

Hunter was waiting for them, shirtless and barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans.

He was 20 years old, a handsome Latino stud with dark hair, tall and athletic, with muscles in all the right places.

“Come on in”, he said with a smirk.

He shook Logan’s hand and grinned. “You sure you want your friends to see this?”

Logan chuckled. “What, are you afraid you’ll lose?”

Hunter let out a laugh. “You’re funny.” He closed the door and led the group into the combined bedroom/living room that was the center of what would have been called a studio apartment in a better neighborhood. Here it was just one large room with a small bathroom and a kitchen unit.

Logan’s friends sat on the couch and on the bed.

“I’m not sure why he has brought you here”, Hunter said with a smirk. “I have fought a couple of guys here but none of them have brought any friends to witness their descruction…”

Logan laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Hunter shrugged his shoulders. He had a confident, cocky smile on his face when he looked Logan in the eyes and said, “I don’t mind them being here. It’s your choice.”

“They stay”, Logan said with a grin. “Right, guys?”

His friends chuckled and nodded.

“Alright”, Hunter smiled. “Fine by me.” He grinned at Logan. “You’re still okay with what we agreed to, right?”

Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Sure”, he said with a confident smile.

“With the loser’s punishment”, Hunter said.

“Sure”, Logan said. His smile was a little less confident than before.

Hunter shrugged his shoulders and turned to Logan’s friends. “Have you ever seen your friend have sex before?” he asked with a grin. “Because the loser of this fight will get fucked.” He adjusted his crotch, giving Logan and his buddies an impression of the size of his dick. The bulge was massive, and it looked like Hunter had a formidable pair of testicles and a very big piece of meat to call his own.

Logan cleared his throat. “I’ll put on a show for them”, he said with a glance at his buddies. “I’ll fuck your ass so hard you’ll be having trouble sitting down for a week!”

His buddies cheered and laughed, clapping their hands as Hunter raised his eyebrows.

“If you bet me”, Hunter smiled. “You’ll be the first one to mount this ass.”

“Looking forward to it”, Logan grinned.

“But if you lose”, Hunter continued, his smile widening. “I’ll fill you like you’ve never been filled before.”

Logan laughed nervously. “Yeah, whatever.” To cover up his obvious discomfort, he acted extra-confident, flexing his muscles to cheers and applause from his friends. When he ripped of his shirt, exposing his muscular chest, they went wild.

Hunter watched him, sneering. “Are you done?” he said in a bored voice. “Can we start fighting?”

Logan chuckled, oozing with newfound confidence. “Sure. Let’s go!”

The first few minutes of the fight were pretty even as the two opponents were getting warmed up.

Logan’s friends provided a backdrop of cheerful optimism.

“Give it to him!” Seth yelled.

“Go for it!” CJ clapped his hands rhythmically.

“Show him who’s boss!” Leroy laughed.

“He’s toast!” Kim chimed in.

“Just make him give up!” Speedy yelled.

Soon, the boys were yelling over each other. “Logan, Logan, Logan!” – “Get him, champion!” – “You’re a winner!”

But very soon it became obvious that Hunter didn’t care for wretched concepts such as fairness or sportsmanship. He wanted to win, he wanted to fuck Logan’s ass, and he’d do everything to achieve that.

Logan on the other hand was expecting a clean fight between two gentlemen. He didn’t get it.

Logan’s downfall started with a few grabs and holds that would have been illegal in any decent wrestling match. Hunter seemed to always go for Logan’s balls whenever they were within his reach.

Logan’s friends protested but Logan and Hunter kept on going, and Hunter moved on to harder attacks.

The turning point of the match was initiated with a kick directed right at Logan’s manhood, at the center of his pride. It was a mean, hard kick, and it was just on account of Logan’s quick reflexes that Hunter’s foot didn’t crush Logan’s nuts and ended the fight right then and there.

Logan managed to avoid the brunt of the blow, and Hunter’s foot connected with his thigh, inches from his most precious possessions.

It hurt – but not nearly as bad as planned…

Now Logan knew what he was up against, and he tried to adjust to Hunter’s dirty fighting.

He lunged at Hunter, bringing up his knee, trying to push him to the ground and throw in a knee to the nuts for good measure.

Unfortunately, Hunter ducked the attack and countered it with a vicious uppercut to the nuts that connected perfectly. Logan’s eyes bulged and he let out a series of dry coughs.

His friends winced in sympathy, grimacing as they cupped their crotches, when Hunter followed up with a hard kick to Logan’s ballbag.

“That’s gotta hurt”, CJ mumbled as Logan screamed in pain.

Hunter grabbed Logan and put him in a headlock before bringing his knee up between his thighs again and again and again and again.

The acclaimed high school wrestler was no match for the muscular dirty fighter, and Hunter made sure that Logan knew it. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out”, he muttered into Logan’s ear before slamming Logan against a wall.

Logan was panting and moaning, his face contorted in pain.

Hunter delivered a series of punches to Logan’s body, targeting his abs and his pecs, and his face, but first and foremost his groin.

Logan’s friends watched the destruction of their friend with growing dismay, shifting uncomfortably as Hunter wreaked havoc on Logan’s manhood.

Hunter threw in a couple of kicks and knees for good measure.

It was obvious that Logan was losing this fight.

“Why doesn’t he give up?” Seth mumbled.

“And let himself get fucked by that guy?” CJ shook his head.

“He’ll get fucked anyway”, Leroy said.

“Yeah, he’s toast”, Kim chimed in.

“Logan, give up!” Speedy yelled.

Soon, the boys were yelling over each other. “Give up, Logan!” – “Surrender!” – “You can’t win!”

Logan was grunting and groaning, his face contorted in pain. It dawned on him that the fight was over, and that he needed to give up.

But Hunter didn’t let him.

Hunter pushed him Logan the ground, pinning him to the floor by crushing his sore, battered balls under his knee while pressing his face into his armpit, all but suffocating him. It was an unconventional finishing move, but it was very effective – and utterly humiliating.

Logan was moaning and groaning into Hunter’s armpit, unable to articulate his surrender, tasting Hunter’s sweat on his tongue and inhaling his manly musk.

“Pmphphj! Pmphphj!” Logan grunted as Hunter brought his knee up between his thigh, crunching his battered, swollen nuts.

His friends looked away, embarrassed by their buddy’s defeat.

Finally, Hunter moved a little, allowing Logan to say the words that he had been wanting to say for at least five minutes.

“Please, please! I--- I give“, Logan blurted out, muffled by Hunter’s armpit. His body was a mess, red and sweaty and covered in bruises.

His friends were torn between relief that the fight was over and worry about what was sure to follow.

“Finally”, CJ mumbled.

“Well”, Leroy grimaced. “The worst part is about to start.”

CJ let out a sigh. “It can’t get any worse that this…”

CJ had no idea.

Hunter quickly pulled down Logan pants, exposing his red and swollen genitals before turning him onto his stomach, smacking his butt cheeks with both of his hands. He pulled his dick out of his pants, and Logan’s friends let out a collective gasp.

It was a huge thing, big and fat, long and girthy, a mighty weapon of ass destruction.

“Hey!” Hunter yelled, a cocky grin on his face as he stroked his huge dick. “Spit on his hole if you don’t want your buddy to get fucked without lube.”

Logan’s friends were reluctant at first, but they quickly complied when Hunter lined up his fat monster with Logan’s tight little hole.

One by one they got up, collecting spit in their mouths and letting it drop on their buddy’s hole while Hunter spread his cheeks apart. It was the least they could do for their hapless friend who was about to get fucked like never before.

Hunter grabbed Logan’s hips and shoved his fat rod into Logan’s hole.

Logan’s eyes opened wide and he let out an anguished wail as Hunter started pounding his ass at a rapid pace, driving his dick in and out of Logan like a jackhammer.

Logan’s friends cringed in sympathy as Hunter fucked him, and Hunter made sure to put on a show for them, flexing his muscles and smirking at them as he pounded Logan’s ass.

After a few minutes of hard fucking, Hunter pulled out his dick, flipped Logan onto his back grabbed him by the neck, pulling his head towards him. He shoved his oversized dick between Logan’s lips, almost dislocating his jaw as he started fucking his mouth.

Logan was gagging and retching, letting out muffled grunts and groans that only grew louder when Hunter started punching Logan’s nuts. Again and again he let his fist smash into Logan’s balls, crushing them like pancakes and causing him to let out gurgling grunts of agony.

Hunter seemed to like the sensation that Logan’s tightening throat had on his dick because he picked up the pace of his thrusts and of his punches, fucking his face without mercy while speedbagging his nuts just as mercilessly.

Logan’s friends witnessed the destruction of their buddy, cringing in sympathy as Hunter pulled out his dick, allowing Logan to catch his breath.

“Fuck!” Logan croaked, his eyes teary and glassy, spit and throat slime running out of his mouth.

Hunter chuckled and grabbed his throat, pulling him up and him against the wall. He brought his knee up between Logan’s thighs, making him scream and double over in pain. Then Hunter turned him around and shoved his dick into his ass again.

He fucked Logan’s holes in various positions, making his way across the apartment, pounding him on the couch and on the table, against the wardrobe, on the nightstand and on the bed, abusing his nuts again and again and again while he was fucking him. Logan’s friends had to move several times to make room for them.

When Hunter pressed him against the wardrobe again, fucking him hard against the door, there was a loud crack.

At first, Logan’s friends thought it was one of Logan’s bones, but it was just the door of the wardrobe that had broken.

Hunter ignored it and kept on fucking Logan until he planted a huge amount of his seed deep inside Logan’s guts.

Everybody thought it was over, but they had no idea. Hunter was famous for being able to cum several times a night.

Three orgasms later – two by Hunter in addition to an involuntary (and quite embarrassing) one by Logan that left his face covered in his own juice – they were done.

Logan was covered in cum. Hunter’s spunk was everywhere. It was running out of his gaping hole and down his legs, it was in his hair and in his eyes, on his reddened abs and his chest, and on his bruised and battered balls.

Hunter grabbed his head and grinned. “That was fun, my friend”, he smirked before slapping Logan in the face.

Logan let out a scream of pain as Hunter’s handprint appeared on his cheek, bright red and shiny, another sign of Logan’s destruction, as if his swollen balls and his ruined asshole weren’t enough.

Hunter kicked Logan and his buddies out of his house, throwing Logan’s clothes out into the street and ridiculing him as he picked them up, embarrassed and humiliated.

A few people in the bar below laughed and cheered as Logan and his friends passed them.

“If you ever feel like fighting again just let me know”, Hunter yelled out the window as Logan limped down the street, his buddies in tow. “I really like you.”