A Freshman Victory written by unknown

 

    Dear Ballbusting Boy's Readers,

This amazing story is not mine. I read this story a long time ago on Kramtoad's website, and I sadly do not remember the author's name. I believe that they only wrote the one. I really enjoyed their work, and I hope that you do as well. Enjoy everyone, and I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend!

Sincerely,

Jimmy                                                            

                                                        A Freshman Victory

                                                               By: Unknown

            Every school has its bullies. Some are typical. They push around weaker kids to make themselves feel big or they force nerds to do their homework. But there are others that do it because they've got this twisted streak inside of them that really gets off on humiliating another person. They always go too far, but no one dares stop them and risk incurring their wrath. Russell Lyman was the latter type of bully.

 
            This sixteen-year old junior did not look so untypical. He stood 5'11. Nice athletic frame but nothing hulkishly imposing. And he was a good-looking guy with his dark brown hair, cool blue eyes, and his devilishly handsome smile most often showcased when he was up to no good.
            In the first day of gym class as he prowled through the boy's locker room that same smile was on full display. Russell had picked out his unwitting target. Greg Schoen had heard horror stories about freshmen getting tormented by upperclassmen, so he was initially on guard his first days of high school. In middle school, he was pretty popular and outgoing, but he didn't know if that would translate here. He was 5'6. He had hoped a growth spurt would hit last summer accompanying his changing voice. Despite this awkward period, he was a very cute kid, with short strawberry-blond hair and nice skin. Everyone could tell he was going to look totally hot when he got older. But right now, he was just a lowly little freshman trying to fly under the radar and keep a low profile.
            Having survived through 45 minutes of boys' basketball with a mixture of upper and lowerclassmen and not receiving any social persecution, Greg grew a little more relaxed. He would need that. Up next was what he and his best friend Paul had deemed the scariest freshman trial of them all: the shower. Greg casually removed his sweat-soaked shirt, shorts, and socks and stuffed them into his locker. His body had a nice golden tan. He hesitated a little bit but finally dropped his briefs, only allowing a flash of his un-sunned region, and then quickly he wrapped a towel around his waist. He had made a point not to look at any of the other changing boys but now could not help from checking to see if anyone had been watching him. Even though for his age he had a nice body and for his age his dick was a nice size, he felt self-conscious around the physically-matured juniors and seniors. Greg turned and saw Russell staring right at him. Immediately, Greg turned away to avoid eye contact. Maybe Russell was looking at something else, he thought to himself. Greg glanced back but confirmed Russell was staring directly at him. He had that wicked grin.
            Greg tried to play it off and walked off to another section of the locker room. He stopped when he reached Paul who was lingering in front of his own locker. He hadn't changed out of his dirty clothes yet. He looked uncomfortable.
            "You were pretty on today," Greg said patting his friend on the back.
            "Not really. I just passed the ball to the tall kids the entire time," Paul said, "Nice three-pointer by the way."
            "Thanks."
            Paul was fumbling around inside his backpack. It was obvious both boys were trying to buy some time. Finally, Greg felt too awkward just standing there. He bit the bullet and he bit his lips.
            "Well, I'm headed over to the showers," Greg motions.
            "Okay, I'm headed their in a little bit."

            With no more diversions, Greg stepped into the showers. They were all out in the open. No dividers. There were about ten other boys in the shower. Some of them were talking and horsing around. Others just stayed to themselves. It was pretty noisy in there. None of the boys really took much notice to Greg which gave him relief. He hung up his towel and began to relax as the hot water rained down over his head.
            Suddenly, the chatter in the shower had deceased. Greg's eyes were closed at this point with the water in his face, but the silence drew his attention. He looked back to see what was going on. Russell was standing behind him at an uncomfortably close distance fully clothed. Again he had that grin.
            "Hi, I'm Russell. What's your name?"
            "Umm, Greg."
            "Pleased to meet you, Greg. I'm going to be your bully for the next few years."
            With that, Russell brought his knee up ramming Greg's exposed balls into his pelvic bone. Greg felt his world collapse and so went he. Before he could fall over, Russell grabbed Greg from behind with one arm wrapped around Greg's waist and one under Greg's arm up to his neck. Russell hoisted Greg up at which point the boys in the shower erupted in hollers and cheers.
            As Russell carried him off, Greg pleaded to Russell to let him go. He struggled to get free but it was no use against the much larger bully. All the boys began to gather around. Paul was watching too. He had a wide-eyed expression like a deer in the headlights, like he was living this humiliation too. The locker room had become a frenzy with all the guys were pointing and laughing. Greg's mind began to race. Everything had been fine earlier. How could they turn against him so quickly? What was Russell going to do with him?
            Russell had been thinking about what to do with Greg too. He could see how this cute freshman would one day reach stud status, but right now he's got his hands on him. This was much better than hassling some fat kid or some brainac. With much pleasure, he
would go over it in his head the many ways to torture the kid. It was a big turn on, feeling his smooth naked skin, and his bare ass pressing against his growing boner. With his slippery body making it hard to keep a grip on, Russell used it as an excuse to slide his hand down Greg's body brushing over his penis. He grabbed Greg's ball sack and gave them a yank then readjusted his hold over Greg's thighs. The squeeze to his nuts caused Greg's whole body to jolt.
            Once they reached the front entrance of the locker room, Russell nodded to a few guys who took the cue and opened the door. Russell threw Greg out into the hallway, and he went toppling to the floor. Greg slowly looked up. To his horror, dozen of his classmates were staring down at him, laughing at him. His naked body was in full view for everyone to see. Greg looked back to the locker room where the guys were high-fiving Russell. Greg tried to rush back in but they closed the door and held it shut. Greg pounded on the door. The crowd was growing and every passing eye was on him. Greg was panicked, humiliated, and near tears. Trying to get out of sight, he tore through the crowd.
            While the laughter consumed all the students in the hallway during this cruel display, one kid remained visibly unmoved. Ansel Schivionne kept a cool expression about him most of the time that none of the other high schoolers would ever be able to read him. Nor had they bothered. He was known as the art student and he looked the part. He dressed in dark colors, stood 5'9, and possessed very attractive features particularly his deep brown eyes. In his two years in high school, people generally left him alone as he was dismissed as stoic and weird.
            As the crowd began to disperse, Ansel followed the wet footprints Greg had left behind. He tracked them around the building to the rear entrance of the boy's locker room. Behind the trashcan, he found Greg huddled down on the ground his head hanging low. He was shivering. When he heard someone nearby, Greg looked up with tears in his eyes.
            "It's locked?" Ansel asked.
            Greg nodded his head. He wiped away some tears.
            "First days suck," Ansel said as he unlaced his boots then offered his hand, "I'm Ansel by the way."
            "Greg," Greg accepted his handshake.
            The moment of the handshake allowed a brief view of Greg's privates which had been obscured by his arm. Ansel tried not to look but he couldn't help it. His eyes glimpsed down for a split second. Greg noticed this slip of the eyes. Then both boys were
embarrassed and looked away from each other. The normally unflappable Ansel blushed
and smiled.
            "The name of the guy who did this to you is Russell Lyman," Ansel said.
            "I know. We were introduced." Greg said.
            "The guy's been at this for years. It's not going to get any better."
            Ansel pulled off his sweater and then dropped his pants. Greg was dumbfounded. Ansel now left in only boxers and a t-shirt handed his clothes over to Greg.
            "Just wait five minutes then you should be able to get back in the locker room once they're gone," Ansel said. "You're giving me your clothes? What about you?"
            Greg gestured to Ansel's boxers. They could pass for shorts but were a tiny bit tight showing off the outline of Ansel's junk. Greg caught himself staring at his bulge then quickly diverted his gaze.
            "No one really hassles me. Besides, you need it more than I do."
            "Thanks."
            Greg stared on in total admiration into the welcoming deep brown eyes of the
upperclassman. For a moment, his shivering body felt some warmth. But then thoughts of
his current predicament returned.
            "So I'm screwed for the next few years?" Greg asked.
            "Not necessarily. Russell seems tough, but a lot of guys can dish it out but can't take it."
            "Ansel, I can't take him on by myself."
            "Maybe a friend would have your back."
            "Doubtful."
            "Well, it's just my advice. Those clothes aren't the only hand-me-downs."
            "Russell used to pick on you?"
            "Way back in middle school. For a whole year until he found someone else to beat up. Other kids told me to stand up to him but I was so scared I'd get it even worse. I wish I'd stood up to him instead of waiting until he got tired of punching me."
            "Life's gonna suck."
            Greg finished dressing. Ansel began walking back to the locker room. Once they reached the entrance, Ansel continued on and Greg watched him as he left. A few students pointed and laughed, noticing the pantsless Ansel. But he seemed unfazed.

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            The next day in PE started much like the previous to Greg's surprise. He played some good games of basketball. Only a couple times did kids make reference to his humiliation a day prior. And luckily Russell was in weight training class and completely out of sight.
            PE was also the first chance for Greg to see Paul who had been acting standoffish. In between games, Greg approached him.
            "Didn't see you after school yesterday," Greg said.
            "Oh sorry," Paul muttered hardly even facing Greg.
            "I thought we agreed we were going to work on Geometry together."
            "Yeah, I forgot. My history teacher just kinda bombarded us with..."
            "Look. Cut it out. I need to know if you've got my back."
            For the first time, Paul looked at Greg dead on. Greg could see the conflict in his best friend's eyes but didn't care. Some teammates called over to Paul. Paul coldly brushed past Greg giving him his answer.
            When the gym teacher dismissed his class, Greg hurried to the locker room ahead of the other boys. He skipped the shower and merely wiped down before changing. Much to his relief, there was no Russell. Quietly, he made his way out into the hallway.
            "Stop right there."
            Greg froze in his tracks at that command. He turned around to confirm his worst fear - Russell was standing behind him. He began to tremble. Russell stormed up to him
grabbed him by the shirt collar.
            "Maybe you're not used to how this works, but you're not allowed to opt out of our little play sessions," Russell asserted.
            Greg felt queasy at the thought of having to endure this bully's antics for years. He began to remember what Ansel had confided about regretting not fighting back and how it would only get worse. He had nothing to lose. His fear slowly turned into anger. He thought about how powerless he felt as he was carried out of the locker room. How all those kids had been laughing at him. How his own best friend had quickly abandoned him. Russell had been the cause of this. All he could think about was revenge. Before he even knew what he was doing, he drove his knee right into Russell's crotch. Through Russell's thin gym shorts; he could feel he had hit his target, crushing that big bulge. The delayed reaction of Russell's confirmed this. His eyes grew wide and he let out a quiet moan. He released his grip on Greg and clasped his hands over his damaged jewels.
            Disbelief showed across the crowd that was beginning to gather. A few smirks could be seen as apparently many had been waiting for this bully to get his comeuppance. Greg was looking just as shocked as anyone, by his own actions and its results. He had no idea he could practically level this feared bully with one strike. He was overcome by satisfaction. It was short lived. Russell grabbed him by his shirt and threw him to the ground hard knocking the wind out of him. Before he could recover, Russell pinned him down and got in his face.
            "You little shit! You have no idea how much you are going to regret that!" Russell screamed in his face. Panic overtook Greg. He turned to look towards the security guards across the quad.
            "They're not going to help you. They're just community college dropouts that don't give a shit unless I fuck your face up or break any bones. But don't think what I'm gonna do is gonna hurt any less."
            Russell turned away from Greg's face and sat down on his chest. He began to drive his fist down into his stomach. He pounded away. Because he weighed down his chest, Greg struggled to catch his breath. He was quickly losing all his energy with each devastating hit, and there was no way he was going to be able to fight back. Russell looked to the crowd around him.
            "So I worked young Gregory's abs. What region should I move on to next?"
            The fickle crowd seemed to be back in Russell's corner as they laughed and applauded his theatrics. One of the kids said what everyone knew Russell wanted to hear.
            "Hit him in the nuts."
            Russell would gladly oblige as he scooted himself down onto Greg's stomach and began to take aim at the twin targets. Immediately, Russell launched a series of jabs right into Greg's most vulnerable area. With each strike, Greg's body jumped up as much as it could pinned beneath Russell's weight. It was agony. He tried to shove Russell off of him but his arms were sapped of strength. All he could do was squeeze his thighs together. Russell continued to bare down on his victim's groin but he could feel that his jabs weren't nailing his nuts any longer. Still he drew great pleasure as he grinded his fist down feeling Greg's dick squish.
            Russell slid his hand down into Greg's jeans. He felt his warm cock then pried his hand through his clenched thighs until both Greg's nuts were in hand. He squeezed hard. A bloodcurdling scream erupted from Greg.
            "Aww, my nuts! Please! Stop!"
            The bully was relentless and closed his fist even tighter around the poor freshman's prized possessions. His scream grew louder. Greg's body convulsed and his head shot back. The pain rose up his stomach. He felt like he was going to puke. Russell enjoyed looking back and seeing Greg's tortured expression as he gripped the freshman's bare genitals, but he could see he had to lighten up or the kid would pass out soon. He released his grip but let his hand linger a little longer just for his pleasure. Greg was panting. Trying to catch his breath. His balls ached so badly.
            "So who wants to join in?" Russell flashed that trademark smile as he scanned the crowd until he saw a group of freshmen. They looked terrified at first, but a few of them made their way over to Russell. Still seated on top of Greg's stomach, Russell pried apart Greg's thighs and spread Greg's legs using his own.
            "That's right. Step right up." Russell imitating a carnie, "Who wants to be a big man? Nail the target and win a prize."
            A scrawny redheaded kid that Greg had French class with moved forward in front of Greg's spread legs. Greg looked at the kid, his eyes pleading for him to walk away. But the kid proceeded to deliver five kicks to Greg's groin. The first three missed for the most part but the last two connected dead on. Greg let out a sharp cry. Russell gave the kid a smile of approval then gestured the next kid to come up.
            "No, no, I can't take anymore," Greg begged.
            Another freshman got into position. He kneeled down between Greg's legs and made a fist. He lined up his strike path almost like a tailor measuring a man's inseam. He then unloaded with a series of punches. They were hard fast strikes right into Greg's testicles. Greg lost count of the flurry of hits but it felt like his nuts were being driven up into his stomach and if they could have shot out of his mouth they would have. The kid was so into it that Russell had to tell him to ease off at which point the freshman took one last big wind up and blasted another rocket punch into Greg's balls.
            "Who else wants a piece?" Russell's eyes wandered the crowd. He settled on Paul who tried to move away but when everyone started staring at him, he felt he had no choice. Slowly, he walked forward. Greg shook his head.
            "No, Paul please don't..." Greg begged.
            "What's it going to be, Paul?" Brady prodded.
            Paul felt a sting when Russell spoke his name. He couldn't overcome the pressure and wasn't sure what to do. He grabbed Greg by both ankles, lifted them up while hovering his foot above Greg's crotch like he'd seen on WWE. The crowd urged him on. He gave a soft stomp onto his best friend's groin that didn't hurt. The crowd booed.
            "Aww, come on, Paul. That was a pussy hit," Russell teased, "Just let him have it."
            Paul was feeling the heat with all the eyes on him so he brought his foot back up for another go. He didn't want to look Greg in the face again but he did. Greg shook his head hoping his best friend would be reasonable.
            Paul drove his foot down full force into his best friend's already-battered balls. Greg tried to let out a scream but couldn't. He felt like he was going to die. His best friend squished his dick and his balls as if he were crushing a bug. With his legs being yanked up hard for leverage; Paul's foot grinded side to side really working down Greg's balls to a near spongy mass. This was a nightmare.
            Greg began to black. Finally Paul released his legs and forced a smile to Russell who gave him thumbs up. Russell eased his weight off of Greg's stomach allowing him to catch his breath for a moment. He slapped his face a few times to make sure he remained conscious.
            "You still with us, champ?" Russell toyed.
            "Y-yeah…" Greg was clearly dazed.
            "Good. Then we're ready for another round."
            Again Russell scanned the crowd. His eyes stopped when he noticed that Ansel was staring directly at the two of them.
            "Ansel, my old pal; didn’t figure this to be your scene," Russell said.
            Hearing Ansel's name brought a shot of energy to Greg. He seemed to temporarily
suspend his attention from the searing pain in his pants and gave all his focus to Ansel -
his savior. He anxiously waited.
            "It brings me back, Russell." Ansel responded.
            "Why don't you take a crack for old time's sake?" Russell offered.
            When Ansel positioned himself to take a shot just like the other boys had, Greg's heart sank. How could someone he practically worshipped betray him like this? Although
sickened, Greg could not help but look into those deep brown eyes. He prayed for compassion. Ansel knelt down on one knee and made a fist. He took aim by placing his left hand over Greg's upper thigh outlining Greg's crotch.
            "You probably knew I've always been curious to see what it's like on the other side," Ansel confessed to Russell then turned to make eye contact with Greg, "Right, my friend?"
            Ansel raised his eyebrows just a split second but Greg instantly picked up on the cue and gave a quick nod. Russell had on that big smile. Russell's legs were still spread wide apart to keep Greg's legs in check. Ansel winded his arm way back. Suddenly, Greg sprang to life. He sat up, snaked his arms under Russell's, forcing him into a Full Nelson, then laid back down bringing Russell down with him. He then wrapped his legs over Russell's and kept them spread wide apart. Immediately, Ansel launched a huge uppercut absolutely pulverizing Russell's balls. The bulge in his gym shorts completely flattened. It all happened so quickly the unsuspecting Russell still had on that wicked smile even as the fist drove deep into his testicles. But as the pain exploded in his ball sack, the smile
dissolved, replaced by utter shock. Only quiet squeaks escaped out of his wide open mouth.
            Standing from above, Ansel grabbed Russell's big bulge. Since the gym shorts were so thin, he could feel he had seized both of his orbs along with his fat cock. Viciously, He began to squeeze with all his might. He pulled up and Russell would have lifted completely into the air had Greg not been anchoring him down. Still his pelvis arched up with Ansel's relentless crushing fist. The testicular agony was unbearable for Russell and his eyes began to roll back, and he began to pass out. Finally, Ansel released his grip and Russell dropped back down. Ansel helped Greg slide out from underneath Russell.
            "You okay? Want me to get you some ice?" Ansel asked.
            "The ice will come later," Greg staggered to his feet, "Right now it's time for revenge."
            With steely cold eyes, Greg glared back at the group of freshmen who had joined in on his torture moments earlier including Paul. They were all trembling with fear at this sudden reversal.
            "Pick him up," Greg ordered.
            Without hesitation, his three attackers carried out the command. They hoisted up the heavy bully who was beginning to stir.
            "Prop him up against the fence," Greg barked.
            They promptly dragged him up against the wire fence and held his body up. Greg stalked over to the powerless bully and made a tight fist. He deliberately shot a look at Paul then drove a series of brutal uppercuts into Russell's nuts. Russell's body shook with each blast, but his face was totally vacant and unresponsive. It was like when doctors used defibrillators on a flatlander but the patient was too far gone. Greg took a step back.
            "Strip him," Greg demanded.
            The freshmen obeyed. They removed the teen's shirt, socks, shoes, and gym shorts only leaving his white boxers on. Greg took the clothes and chucked them over the fence. Russell was totally unaware of what was going on, his eyes mere slits. His handsome face was almost tranquil looking. Greg stepped forward. He stared hard at the unconscious bully. While Greg had been tortured, he had wondered what could possess someone to act with such cruelty. But as he stood over this fallen boy whose sweaty muscular body was rendered useless, he understood. He felt the power of reducing something, someone strong and beautiful - reducing them to nothing.
            Greg yanked down Russell's white boxers. The contrast of his bronzed body to his tanless undershorts region drew all attention to the boy's nudity. His balls were all red and swollen but still visibly intact. His cock was thick and semi-erect. It was smooth and
glistened with sweat. By exposing his genitals, the shock of cold air seemed to awaken the slumbering bully. Immediately, he became very aware of all the eyes on him. He felt
humiliated. He tried to cover his nudity with his hands, but Greg pushed them away so all
could view his private parts. Because he wanted to disgrace him further and also because
he just wanted to so badly, he grabbed Russell's semi-erect dick. Russell let out a gasp.
Greg had never felt another guy's erect cock in his hand before and he had never seen one
this big. Greg could feel the pulsating rod spring to life in his grip. Greg squeezed and
gave a hard yank down his shaft causing Russell's cock head to turn purple and drool pre-
cum. Russell moaned.
            Russell was now very much awake. He felt total shame from being beaten by this freshman and now having his stiff cock paraded around for everyone to see. How could this little freshman beat him? Greg stared at him with unflinching eyes. He seized both of Russell's aching testicles in each of his hands. With their eyes locked on each other, Greg dug his thumbs down into the meaty orbs. Russell had never experienced such immense pain. As the pressure multiplied with Greg using all his strength to clench down on his nuts, Russell's eyes went wide and he let out a muted scream. Suddenly, cum began erupting from Russell's cock, spurting all over Greg's clothes. Squish! Greg could feel his thumbs meet his fingers through the sack as Russell's balls were reduced to mere mush. With his manhood destroyed, Russell finally blacked out. He slumped down agains the fence.
            Since his clothes were all covered in cum, Greg stripped down to his boxers and
undershirt. He threw the soiled clothes down at the unconscious Russell.
            "Here. You need these more than I do," Greg muttered.
            Greg did not even look at Paul who now cowered to the side. He simply began to head off. The crowd instantly parted, making way for this little freshman that was now feared by all. Ansel jogged to catch up.
            "Wow. You beat your bully. How do you feel?" Ansel inquired.
            "Great?" Greg scratched his head, "I don't know. Confused."
            The two boys stopped near a side entrance to the boy's locker room which was secluded. Ansel was eyeing down Greg. His undershirt was soaked through with sweat and his thin muscular body could be seen. His boxers were not even close to being able to pass off as shorts as his hard-on was clearly outlined by the tight fabric. Ansel's eyes met Greg's.
            "I don't think you look confused," Ansel smiled.
            "Me neither," Greg smiled back.
            Greg opened the door to the empty boy's locker room. He slowly backed Ansel inside and shut the door behind them.