Snapshot: Midtown's Hairiest Balls Written by Jimmy

 

Midtown’s Hairiest Balls

By Jimmy

 

Doug left the boy’s locker room in a great mood.

So far Doug managed to bust Aldo, Bill, Shane, and Leroy. Half of the swimmers kissed the floor, and Doug could not be happier.

Outside the locker room awaits Sam Hell, aka the Devil Boy along with his right hand man Jake. The two boys are closer than brothers from surviving the foster care system, as well as juvenile hall. Presently, the two are staying with Bill and his father.

“How many left now? I heard a lot of whimpering cries.”

Sam Hell smiles, and his red eyes dance with an inner playful fire as he watched Doug.

“About half the team,” Doug says enthusiastically.

“As long as you don’t hurt Bill, I could care less.” Jake says offhandedly. Jake is taller than both boy’s. At six feet tall he towers over both, with a wide chest and gorilla like arms that hang lower than his knees. He uses one to scratch his skull. “Remember, you promised.”

Doug grins “And I always keep them Jake. Tiny nuts is off limits.”

Jake nods, and Sam Hell rolls his eyes. “Adam is in the gym over there. He’s alone, Chase just left.”

Doug’s smile widens. “Perfect.”

Doug strolls off confidently. In his mind he is already crossing Adam from the list as he strolls into the school’s gym, if one can call it so. Most of the equipment is second hand, and broken or in disrepair. Most of the use is from the hand weights and the weight bench at the back of the room. Even the mats are ripped with foam leaking out onto the floor reminding Doug of dying animals, the chunky stuffing appearing like intestines.

Chase’s family donated a lot of money over the years, apparently the school gym was overlooked.

Doug walks right up to Adam as he lays prone on the workout bench lifting the bar high overhead and exhaling in great puffs of air as he powers the bar up and down. Adam is larger than most of the swimmers, stocky and confident. His chest and arms are well developed for a swimmer, which makes him one of if not the slowest member of the team. Adam has a little extra weight around the middle, and but he makes up for it by his strong muscular thighs which are casted wide on the weight bench leaving his good dangling in between. Adam is wearing his speedos, clearly he has already swum and came to work out before showering. His wet hair drips onto the bench and his body glistens in a sheer sheen of moisture.

“Almost done,” huffs Adam as he powers the bar up, clearly thinking that Doug wants his spot.

“I’m here to work out,” Doug says in bemusement coming closer to Doug “But not with the bench, take your time.”

“Thanks,” Adam says, as he lifts the bar overhead and it comes down with a clang on the bar rest.

Doug is at the weighted bench edge, very close to Adam and he barely sits up, his perk pecs stretching as he lifts his head up. “So…what’s up then?” Adam asks in slight confusion, unsure of why Doug has approached him.

In answer Doug leans over grabbing Adam’s left knee hard, bracing himself as he leans over Adam and trails one hand down his wet stomach. At first contact, Adam sucks in his stomach and the material of the speedo sucks downwards showcasing his plump cock which turns and lays dormant pointing to the knee that Doug has in hand. But Doug’s interests are far below.

“What are you…?” Adam starts to ask as Doug’s other hand gives him way more of an answer than he was bargaining for.

Doug roughly shoves his hand deep inside of Doug’s speedos and the speedo material stretches over Doug’s fist as he grabs Adam’s plump wet nuggets in one hand. Adam sucks in a breath, his brown eyes going wide.

“Wait, don’t!” Adam pleads.

Doug only smiles down at him and does the direct opposite. Doug plunges each finger one at a time into the cores of Adam’s testicles, saving his thumb for last which slips inside his fist and skewers Adam’s left nut and pinning the slippery orb against the right one. Registration of coming disaster flickers in Adam’s wide-eyed stare and he let’s out a long slow groan before he whimpers. “Fuck…my nuts!”

Doug pulls Adam by the roots of his manhood down the bench so Adam is right below him and uses his other hand to grip his neck in a choke hold. Adam reaches for his windpipe, just like Doug knew he would while his potent nutclaw grips Adam’s plums harder and crushes his testes within.

“When I’m done with you, and your pathetic nuts you will crawl into the boy’s locker room and await my arrival. Send a message to Chase…I’m coming for him.”

Adam nods, his face turning red.

Doug smile widens and he squeezes both Adam’s neck and his balls harder making Adam seem fishlike as his eyes bulge out of his head.

Doug starts to chuckle at the look on his face when a foot slams hard into his balls from behind.

Doug let’s out a breath of air and coughs.

“Get off of him,” the voice says from behind and kicks out again, this time even harder.

Doug moans at the same time as Adam does, for each foot connected with his balls he squeezed Adam’s nuggets harder. Doug slumps to the side and comes to standing letting Adam go.

Adam gasps grabbing his balls with one hand and his throat with the other and coughing, his brown eyes bleary as Bill swims into focus standing resolutely in front of Doug, his fists clenched by his sides. Adam is so surprised by his rescuer, as the two of them are always at odds. Adam and Bill have never got along, and Adam cannot believe his luck or the kindness that he is being shown by the kid that he barely considers a teammate, let alone a friend.

Doug winces, one hand groping his junk starring at Bill.

“Come on Adam, let’s get out of here,” says Bill walking to the other side of the weight bench still in his blue speedo’s and pulling Adam to standing. Adam’s weak in the knees and glances up to Bill with a questioning look in his pain filled muddy brown eyes.

“Swimmers stick together,” Bill answers, reading Adam’s expression correctly.

“Thanks Bill,” Adam squeaks as Bill takes one of his meaty arms and plunks it over his thin shoulders and starts to lead him to the door.

Bill hears Doug coming up from behind, sensing him first and turns his head just as two double uppercuts fly between Adam and Bill’s thighs.

“Ugh!” the two groan together and drop to their knees.

Roughly Doug yanks his arms back but making sure his fists hit each package on the way out making the two wince. Doug turns his fists around and grabs the bulges, surprised by the size and developmental difference in Bill and Adam’s bulges.

“You’re not getting away that easily Bill…I thought I got you good enough before but maybe tiny balls like yours just need a better squashing,” Doug taunts squishing Bill’s acorns harder than Adam’s. Bill squeals in an anguishing cry and desperately tries to peal Doug’s fingers away from his spuds.

Doug just laughs and twists wrists, hearing the sucking of air and feels the freezing of upper bodies as the pain bright white and hot sinks in. Doug knows how to crush a boy’s dream.

“You are done playing hero Bill,” Doug says squeezing Bill’s balls even harder making the boy gasp. But undeniably his cockle starts to harden and the small nail pokes against Doug’s wrist and it brings and even wider smile to his face. “You like this?” he asks in a whisper leaning into Bill’s ear, his voice deep and scouring as his lips brush up against Bill’s. “Want me to crush them flat?”

“Nnnn….nnnnooo,” Bill manages to say in a shuddering gasp.

Doug chuckles, and takes just his pinky and runs it along the thickening tube in Bill’s speedo. “Sure about that? Your boy cock says differently, dweeb.” Doug teases as his finger curls around Bill’s engorging cockhead and gives the mushy member a tentative squeeze.

Bill moans in a mixture of pain and pleasure and grows even harder.

“I could make you…”

“Shut up Doug!” Adam curses, spitting on the floor. “Siri…call Chase!” Adam shouts.

At the front of the gym Adam’s phone chirps, and answers “Calling Chase now.”

“You little…!” Doug says.

“You are in for it now!” Adam says through gritted teeth as Doug now squeezes his fatter nuggets harder. “Oh fuck…”

“You are going to regret that,” Doug releases the two, but not before he pinches Bill’s fully erect cock with his thumb and forefinger making Bill see stars as he bends over beaten and humiliated again by the wrestling star.

Doug runs to the bag just as Chase answers.

“Hello?”

“Hey Chase, want to play?” Doug asks.

“….Doug?”

Doug turns around and clicks a quick picture of Bill and Adam on the floor curled into fetal positons and hits send.

“Come find me.”

Doug disconnects, and starts to walk back over to Adam and Bill.

“Now…where did we leave off…oh yeah? I was going to make Bill cum in his speedos and then shove them down your throat Adam. That’s what I was about to do.”

Bill and Adam gulp peering up at Doug as he tosses as he props Adam’s phone on the workout bench, and hits record.

“Get ready fuckers, the show is about to begin!”

To be continued…