Beware of the Devil: Hairy Nuts Start to Tremble written by Jimmy

 

Beware of the Devil: Hairy Nuts Start to Tremble

By Jimmy

 

Dear Ballbusting Boys readers,

You may have noticed that I removed the snapshot part of the tag for this story. The reason for this is simple, this is not a snapshot story. This is 14 page bloody, sweaty battle between two of the villains of the series and I simply could not break this up into smaller parts it needed this length and to be told in this way. I hope that you all enjoy it.

Sincerely,

Jimmy

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Doug is in the fight of his life.

Sam Hell shows his fellow wrestler no mercy as the two combatants slam into each other and fight for dominance across the gym floor, beads of sweat prickling on Doug’s forehead that roll like raindrops down his temples on a stormy day.

The others watch both in awe on the floor, and in serious ball pain dealt by Doug, Sam, and Jake earlier.

Doug is not finished yet, and he plans to beat Sam Hell.

Sam Hell, aka the Devil Boy leers at him as they scuffle, arms everywhere fighting, chests bumping but his damn red eyes never leave Doug’s. To call Sam Hell’s gaze red, is not to fully encompass the power that he possesses. Sam Hell’s eyes are full of cunning, his stare is piercing, and they seem to reflect exactly how he feels. The Devil boy is furious, and he grits his teeth as he battles with Doug.

Sam Hell is shorter than most, with a wide chest and biceps that form small boulders which are tense as his fingers curl around Doug’s hands trying to crush his opponents' digits.

Doug grunts, and Sam Hell laughs seeing the weakness that he displays as he steps forward shoveling Doug backwards.

“I’m going to hurt you,” Sam growls in promise, as he bares his startling white teeth that matches his milky complexation.

Doug takes a breath, as he is forced back another step getting closer to the wall his skin itching with the closeness of his limited space and the few steps back that he can still take.

“Sam,” Doug starts. “My beef is not with you, but…”

“It is now,” Sam interrupts and he shoves Doug back hard taking the final steps to jolt him against the wall, which shakes the yoga mats on the shelves in the far-right hand corner; their bright rolled-up colors jostling on the shelves.

Doug’s head hits the wall and bounces off and he winces as Sam plows forward until his chest hits his and traps him against wall as the Devil Boy shows off his raw, red raging power.

Leaning in Sam rakes his teeth along the side of Doug’s necks whispers in his ear “You fucked with my family, and I am going to make you regret that.”

Sam’s knee flies up between Doug’s wide opened legs and Doug knows that the blow is coming, and he meets Sam’s eyes just as his red wet lips come off his neck so he could watch Doug’s reaction. Sam’s knee hits with forceful accuracy and precision nailing his balls to the wall. The pain is immense, but worse because of the wall which traps his balls in a vice-like position with Sam’s knee, which seems to be exactly what the Devil Boy intended.

A cry of anguish rips through Doug and he barks out a grunt, as his balls explode in fresh sharp gut-wrenching pain as Sam’s kneecap presses deep into his hairy sack leaving Doug to gag, tasting bile at the back of his throat.

Sam lips twist a bit at the corners but then retreat to neutral, and he pulls back his knee out from between Doug’s legs and pins his arms above his head.

“Now you lose,” Sam explains throwing another knee up.

Doug’s trembling legs catch it, but barely leaving his balls tingling still with the aftershocks of the last blow. Doug with arms trapped, and knees quivering to hold Sam’s kneecap in place uses his last line of offence and fires a wad of spit directly at Sam’s ruby red eyes. Sam blinks but shows no other sign that the move bothers him as Doug’s spittle drips from his eyelids down his cheeks.

“Is that all you got, you little bitch.” Hell, growls as his neck cranes back in an arching laugh that reverberates throughout the small room, with no warmth in the tone as he comes back to stare at Doug. When Sam fixes him with another fiery red scowl Doug blasts Sam’s forehead with his own. Doug’s cranium hits Sam Hell right between the eyes in a surprise head-butt that knocks him backwards in a slight daze.

Using the wall, Doug propels himself off, his feet launching off of the hard surface and hits Sam in the guts as he torpedoes him in the middle. The two combatants go toppling to the floor with Doug’s knee landing smack dab in between the Devil Boy’s thighs and that strikes him in both of his Devil Coins with a sickening thud that would destroy most men… but not the Devil Boy. Sam Hell’s claim to have stronger, sturdier testicles than most is about to be tested.

Sam Hell’s body resonates from the blow and all Doug notices is a grunt him Sam echoes out as he spits, “My devil coins are tougher than, that.”

“Challenge accepted,” says Doug as he peals back his thigh and drops his knee right back in place feeling the crunch of Sam’s balls as his knee bone attacks Sam directly again. The move earns Doug another grunt, and nothing more. Sam seems angrier and grabs Doug’s singlet straps and yanks him down to head-butt Doug back in revenge making sure to catch him between his beady brown eyes in return.

“Ugh!” Doug balks kicking up and out of Sam’s range as he stumbles back-up, but he gets a lucky kick in between Sam’s legs as he stands up and retreats. Doug feels his toes sink deep into Hell’s ballbag that nails the offending gonads to Sam’s pelvis with a sickening thud. ‘That should do some damage,’ Doug thinks as he cradles his head, while his vision swirls in front of him.

The third blow to Sam Hell’s manhood makes him involuntarily reach down to graze his balls with his fingertips, and he winces a small but audible sound that makes Doug’s heart skip a beat. ‘He can feel some pain, and he can be beaten,’ Doug concludes in thought as he shakes his head to clear the static from between his ears as Sam rises from the floor his blazing red eyes never leaving Doug’s as he comes to standing.

“Sam,” Jake calls out, his arms full of Bill, his foster brother. Jake checks him for injuries for the third time, his fingers lightly tracing over each and every muscle as he makes sure that Bill is not injured or broken with gentle touches and strokes.

“My fight Jake, stay out of it.”

Jake grunts, clear in his disagreement.

“But once I have beaten the hairy bugger, you can play with him.”

“Then do it,” Jake declares itching to hurt Doug as his hand closest to his Bill pauses at Bill’s lower abdomen and he finds Bill’s crystal-clear blue eyes. “I want to check if all of you is alright now, okay?” he asks tentatively his fingers light as air tracing Bill’s navel swirling lightly around his belly.

Bill shudders, “I’m okay…but” and Bill licks his lips and whispers the end of his reply. “Best to be safe and make sure.” And he shuffles his thighs open and takes a breath as Jake’s hand slowly glides down and he groans low in the back of his throat and thrusts his pelvis up into Jake’s awaiting palm that curves over his genitals encompassing the small mass in his overlarge big paw.

Bill moans “Oh,” and his sky eyes brighten as he somehow curls even deeper into Jake’s chest.

“Jake,” Sam growls as stands up, his voice issuing a warning.

Sam freezes and Bill shudders, and Jake looks back at Bill and then to Sam before he makes a decision.

“Right, I best do this in the locker room. For privacy,” and in two quick steps he is out the door before Sam Hell can call after him. The door swings close with a definitive click of the door's mechanism gliding into place.

Sam Hell grunts in annoyance, and with the barely glance over his shoulder at their exit Doug uses the distraction and kicks his foot forward and up, his foot colliding with Sam Hell’s balls. Sam Hell’s eyes widen, and his body freezes as Doug’s foot pulls back. Sam reaches for and grabs his bulge, his mouth falling open, and he groans. “My Devil Coins,” and he drops to one knee his red eyes squeezing shut.

Doug openly gapes in shock… did he just…

Giving his head a shake, he presses the advantage and steps forward and punches Sam in the jaw knocking him backwards as Sam’s teeth cut into his knuckle and rattle as he falls.

Sam Hell lands on his back with a bang, and he grunts as his blood eyes spring open as he stares up at the ceiling, blinking fast.

Doug takes another step forward and readies a stomp to Sam’s midsection with leg in the air when the Devil Boy’s legs wrap around Doug’s one standing ankle and pulls quickly making him lose his balance.

“Ah!” Doug yells in surprise as Sam sweeps his one standing foot out from under him and falls to the floor. Doug sees black for a second or two…potentially more as a heavy body crawls over him and a firm grip from down below brings him fully back to reality. Sam Hell has Doug’s hairy balls in his hand.

Sam Hell radiates with intensity, as he firmly grips Doug’s nuggets and gives the nuts a warning squeeze. “Now I finish what I started,” the Devil Boy states, and he starts to crush Doug’s fat danglers in his hand.

Doug moans and tries to sit-up, but Sam slams his free hand into his chin, with a whack knocking him back to the floor and pressing his cheek with the palm of his hand for Doug’s effort until Doug can taste the dirt from the unclean gym on his lips and tongue.

“You fucked with Bill; Jake made a simple request. Then you tried and failed to beat me,” Sam Hell says running down Doug’s list of offences, while he twists Doug’s scrotum roughly in his hand as Doug’s feet begin kick out almost as if he could run away from beneath Sam and in truth he might want to at this point.

“You are mine now to do with as I please.”

Doug gags and swings a fist, hitting Sam in the shoulder wildly, while Sam presses Doug’s face even rougher into the floor and Doug pleads with him to “Stop!”

Sam seems to consider and then laughs, his merciless laugh. “No, I don’t think I will. You tried to hurt my coins. Now it’s my turn to hurt yours.”

Doug moans, his eyes starting to water “Fuck!”

Behind the two wrestlers, Adam is finally able to sit-up and moves over to Chase his best friend, and whispers to him, “Time to get the hell out of here.”

“Yup,” croaks Rex. “Now carry me.” Rex reaches for Adam, his hand grabbing his ankle.

Max chuckles, then his eyes bug out and he gaps and shudders holding his balls more firmly. “Don’t make me laugh.

Chase still in a fetal position says “We…oh fuck my big nuts, can take them.”

Adam, Max and Rex groan but not in pain.

“Help me, Adam.” Rex tries again, and Adam helps get him to his feet. Max starts to stumble after him but looks back at Chase as the trio start to head to the exit.

“You sure?”

Chase nods once.

“Your funeral,” Max turns and leaves with the others not wanting to stay for a moment longer.

Chase is alone now on the floor, as he waits for his moment, he gently prods at his aching big nuts watching Sam Hell grope and squeeze Doug’s balls. The big wrestler moans from the aching nuts while Sam squeezes the shit out of them in an evil nutclaw.

Doug’s face is grotesque in rippling agony, his groans have amped up in pitch and his shuddering big form makes Doug whimper out “Fuck, fuck, of fuck…ugh, ugh, ugh!”

Sam Hell seems to have enough of toying with Doug and drags him by his ballbag to his knees and shoves Doug’s hairy balls to the bottom of his sack, so the two bulging boys present a perfect rounded mound. Sam Hell ogles the bag, with his knuckles tracing the edges before he whips his fist back and stares threateningly at Doug before he smashes him full force with a knuckle punch deep into the centers of his tightly packed scrotum.

Doug squeals and he grabs onto Hell’s forearms, unable to think straight his balls feel as if a hammer just hit him in both nuts simultaneously.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Doug bellows and his jaw drops open.

“See, you feel pain. I don’t. No one will ever beat me, there is a reason why they call me a Devil.” Sam Hell smiles now, and it looks deranged on his face as his intensely sharp red eyes bore into Doug’s.

Doug can’t believe how much his balls hurt, and he seems to tremble as Sam Hell arches his arm back ready to swing.

“Now beg me to stop,” Sam Hell commands.

Doug thinks once of his failing ego, and he complies “Please.” Doug’s mouth hangs open after he utters the word, breathing hard, his body tense awaiting the impact.

Sam Hell waits a moment longer.

“Starting to learn. Now get up, and don’t be a loser anymore. You aren’t done yet, with Chase.”

Chase freezes, and Sam spins his head slowly behind him and he fixes him with a look.

“You want a chance…” Sam says coming to standing and dropping Doug’s hairy balls as he moves directly to Chase and grabs him by the throat and dragging him to standing. “Right? That’s why you didn’t leave when you had the chance. You fool,” Sam Hell says with a chuckle, holding him off of the floor by Chase’s windpipe.

Chase gulps and tries to hit Sam Hell’s hand away.

Sam Hell tilts his head, “Pathetic.” Then punches Chase in his abs so hard, that not only is the wind knocked out Chase, but he drops to his knees gasping grabbing his abdomen sucking his cheeks.

“This is going to end how it began, Doug. You wanted to kick his ass. Now’s your chance Doug, come over here and get him,” Sam Hell says fixing Doug with his penetrating gaze before turning back to Chase. “You on the other hand, will have to suck it up and take it, because you are a pathetic, rich, pretty boy with muscles that you don’t understand how to use. You will know after today that we are your betters, and there is a reason why you swim in a kiddie pool, and we fight on a wrestling mat like Olympians. Now get up Doug!” Sam Hell yells, shattering the quiet with his voice. “Finish him!”

Doug and Chase stare at one on his knees and the other on the floor.

Sam Hell raises on eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest settling himself in to wait impatiently for the two of them to get their shit together and fight.

Doug is the first to move and starts to climb to his feet, Chase follows him and the two stare across the gym and the moment seems to hang in the air. Then Doug moves advances, spitting on the floor before he gets to Chase ready to carry on and finish him as Sam Hell instructs.

Doug rips off his shirt, giving Chase an eyeful of his bare hairy chest, and his thick treasure trail leading provocatively down his navel and thumps his chest with his fist in the dead center. Next Doug points to his chest and then gets in close to Chase’s face. “I have a real man’s body, you hairless twerp.”

Chase elbows him in the jaw, for coming in so close making Doug shut his mouth and spit out a glob of bright red blood. Chase is seething, his chest rising and falling as he pulls off his own shirt and points to his chest. “You hairy freak, just because you have hair everywhere and is starting to grow on your ass does not mean I’m less. You dumb stupid neanderthal.”

Doug laughs and wipes his mouth a thin trail of blood on his knuckle now.

“You want to see my ass, huh? Jayden’s hole not doing it for you?” Doug fires back.

Chase’s eyes glaze to ice chips and he rushes forward swinging.

Doug ready, catches Chase’s punch out of the air and yanks it back behind Chase’s spine arching it high up and Chase screams as his muscles bunch together as Doug forces his arm up at the impossibly wrong angle.

“Pathetic,” Doug says starting to get his confidence back as he swings his knee up between Chase’s thighs, hitting the swim team captain right in his scrotum.

“No!” Chase groans as Doug shovels him away watching Chase trip on his own two feet and lands on all fours, his hands smacking hard on the floor.

Doug rushes up behind him and kicks Chase in the midsection enjoying the show as Chase rolls over holding his midsection and spluttering out wet coughs.

Doug goes up to do more damage, but Sam Hell comes up to him. “You have already won, now let’s make him suffer.”

Breathing hard, Doug nods his head.

Sam Hell smiles then, and it’s scary. The curve of his lip, the glint of his teeth and hunger in his red eyes never leaving Doug’s. “Let’s make him sing.”

Doug nods again and gets ready.

Sam Hell stalks slowly over to Chase, letting him get ready with one last chance to fight or escape. Chase takes the opportunity to fight and leaps to his feet and kicks out at Sam, thinking that he would expect a punch. Chase’s foot swings through the air, but Hell catches it and holds Chase’s foot up high, making him wince.

“No don’t!” Chase says trying to block Sam Hell’s kick, but the Devil Boy is far too quick and goes right in between Chase’s defending hands and boots him right between the legs.

Chase’s eyes cross and groans. Sam Hell’s foot is lodged directly in the center and Chase’s balls flatten and roll dangerously beneath his toe kick.

Sam Hell lets him fall. Chase lays gasping and as Sam Hell comes up behind Chase forcing him into a full nelson, and maneuvering Chase’s arms to stick out pathetically above his head, leaving his chest puffed up on display and completely helpless.

Chase twists and groans from the agony between his thighs, but Sam Hell holds on tight.

“Now,” says Hell. “The fun begins.”

Doug comes forward ready to kick him, but Sam Hell shakes his head.

“Not that way, pants him first. Humiliation is an important step.”

A smile creeps over Doug’s face, as he steps forward.

Chase tries to kick him, but the moment his foot leaves the ground Sam Hell knees Chase in the crotch, and Chase’s foot drops right back down in defeat as a fresh wave of agony rips between his legs.

“Oh fuck!” Chase yells in anguish.

“Accept it Chase, you fought and lost. It will be easier for you if you give up completely. You should have listened to your friends; they learned their place today. Now, you are about to learn yours.”

Doug grab’s a fistful of Chase’s sweats on the outside of his thighs and stares down at Chase loving the few extra inches that make him taller than the swim team captain. “Let’s see your big balls that you always boast about.” Doug says as he forcibly yanks Chase’s sweats down to his knees, making sure not to do his underwear in one swoop. Doug wants to savior this.

Doug takes his time eyeing Chase’s package, not because he is interested but he wants to make him sweat. After a full minute of gawking and listening to Sam Hell whispering shit in Chase’s ear like, “Ready to show us your small hairless balls?” Doug reaches and slides his fingers softly at first on Chase’s pecker.

Chase is shaking his head and saying, “I’ll get you back for this.”

Doug chuckles, “Why? Because I’m going to be better than your boyfriend?”

Doug feels it, Chase’s tip is thick and round and dense in his hands as he rubs the knob feeling around the entirety of the crown and focusing in on the edges with his searching fingers, as Chase clenches his jaw tight determination appearing in his blue eyes. “You are going to get hard; I know you will.” Doug says knowingly as he starts to jack him, slow and steady outside of his underwear from root to tip and making sure to grab Chase’s pecker head hard when he gets to the end and Chase whimpers “Ow.” His breathy exclamation is so soft if anyone was talking, they would not hear it. But no one is, and Sam and Doug do.

“What’s the matter Chase, you don’t like it rough?” Doug says, laughing meanly.

Sam Hell is silent, but Doug notices that Sam Hell’s pelvis gets closer to Chase’s backside and recognition appears in Chase’s eyes and he gulps looking behind him briefly at the Devil boy as his specter glides across the crack of his ass and Sam starts to rub against him.

Doug says nothing but continues to roughly now, making no rhythm on purpose give Chase a hand job as he toys with Chase’s dong. Doug sees Chase’s underwear start to glisten at the tip and he mentions this. “Oh Chase, your willy is making a wet spot in your undies. Let’s remove them, we wouldn’t want you to make a mess in your shorts like a prepubescent little boy.”

Chase’s erection pokes straight out defiantly, hard and throbbing and Chase shakes his head once. “Don’t you dare, Doug!”

“This is not your day, Chase,” Doug says as the morning bell rings overhead. “I should have said morning, the day has barely begun, and you are already fucked.”

The three stop for a moment, but Doug says, “Looks like we will all need late passes after this.”

“Take your time,” Sam Hell says in agreement.

Slowly, Doug lowers Chase’s wet drawers down to his pubes and Doug grabs a fistful of the blonde short hairs.

“I’m surprised you don’t shave your bush! I thought all you swimmers and gay boys did that.”

“I’m not gay,” Chase says, his cheeks coloring red. “I’m bi.”

“Still likes it up the ass,” Sam Hell says. “Ever received it?” Sam asks and pokes him between the legs aiming for his pucker with his hard dick.

“Good question. Or is your backside still closed for business?”

Sam Hell and Doug laugh together as Doug slides the boxers all the way down, revealing Chase’s woody, which slaps his lower abdomen and Doug whistles.

“He is a big boy; too bad these are still hairless.”

“You sure, Doug? Why don’t you get nice and close and find out?”

“Sure, Sam.”

“It’s Devil Boy to you now, Doug. You have to earn the right to call me by my name again.” Sam Hell’s voice gives no indication to Doug that he is kidding, so Doug nods in agreement not wanting to anger him.

“Okay then.”

“Okay then, Devil Boy.” Sam Hell corrects, and Doug can feel him waiting.

Doug pushes his ego down another notch, and he says what is expected. “Okay, Devil Boy.”

“Not so hard right?” Sam Hell says leering over Chase’s shoulder and getting up to his captive ear. “When he finishes with you, I will mark him as mine. He is going to be my little Demon Child. Won’t you, Doug?” Sam Hell asks, his lip curling up in a sneer.

“Whatever you say…Devil Boy.”

“Good. Very good.” Sam Hell says and presses his teeth against Chase’s neck and tastes him. “He’s a quick learner.”

Doug steps closer, and spits in his hand a big fat glop of foamy stuff mostly lands in his hands, his mouth is a bit dry at this point but he thinks it will do the job as he grabs Chase’s shaft in the center and slips his hand up to Chase’s tip and all the way back down coating Chase’s dick in his saliva earning him a moan from Chase as he gets to Chase’s engorged head.

“Now for my inspection,” Doug says as he rubs and twists Chase’s head, his fingers slipping around Chase’s frenulum.

Chase is breathing fast, and his heart starts to thump wildly in his chest. He has not been owned in such a way since Gino and he wants desperately to get free.

Doug uses both hands to grab a nut from Chase’s nut bag, and leans in close to inspect Chase’s scrotum. Chase sucks in a breath but he does not let go his intake of air as he watches Doug touch him.

“You know Devil Boy, I think his nads might have grown a little.”

“Really? I guess boys do, do that. Did his testicles get any hairs yet, or are they still little boy balls?” Sam Hell asks.

“Hmmm,” Doug wonders aloud as he rolls Chase’s balls around in his closed hands inspecting the skin. “I think that he might have…nope that was just a freckle. He’s ballbag is a hairless as he was when he was born,” Doug explains sniggering.

Sam Hell does not laugh as Chase squirms. Instead, Hell instructs, “See how he compares to your hairy, manlier ones. Best to put him even further in his place.”

Doug’s smile grows. “I like that idea.” Doug squeezes Chase’s balls hard in his fists and Chase gasps, the air coming out in a whoosh.

Doug allows Chase’s balls to swing free as he starts to lower his own pants, and he smells himself the stench of sweat and musk is heavy, and he can see Chase wrinkle his nose in disgust. “Chase remembers my gonads, after all I put them on his face. He liked it too.”

Doug is not hard; his snake hangs loose and swings between his legs and he grabs his nuts holding them up for inspection. Doug’s danglers are peppered with dark coarse black hairs and when he puts his balls up to Chase’s bare sack his eyebrows rise up as their sacks tough.

“Let me go,” Chase says, trying to peel free but Sam Hell roughly keeps him in check.

Chase stares forward, making sure his eyes don’t watch.

“Huh,” Doug says in contemplation as he rolls his own balls next to Chase’s. “This is a lot closer than I would have thought.”

“Who is bigger,” says Sam Hell leaning around Chase’s shoulders and then his gaze feasts on the genitalia. “I guess it’s rather obvious.”

“I would have thought so but…ah, I see now. I know who is bigger.”

Chase can’t help it any longer, he has to know. Chase looks down.

The smell of Doug hits him first and he stifles a gag, but when he can properly see the sight of his erection, and his hairless nutsack next to Doug he says “I… knew it.”

Chase starts to laugh, and relief pours through him, and he finds Doug’s face and says “What were you saying about my Big Balls, Doug? Tell me again how you’re ugly--!”

Doug slams his fist into Chase’s ball gab, and Chase gapes and lets out a hollering scream.

Anger blossoms inside Doug’s chest, and punches Chase again in his barely bigger…but still bigger ballsack. ‘Chase was right…he did grow…the little shit,’ Doug thinks as he pounds away at Chase’s balls no longer caring about this vendetta anymore. All he wants to do is ruin Chase.

Chase is shaking his head “My big boys! No!”

Punch after punch, Doug loses count until Chase’s erection deflates and the red balls turn an even darker marron as he pounds away at the testicles in his hand.

Chase rolls his head, no longer able to fight and a bit of drool drips down from his lip as he stares at his balls being destroyed in front of him.

Not even five minutes goes by since the discovery, but a lot of hits occur down below, and Chase’s head starts to lull.

“Slow down,” Sam Hell says.

“Why!?” Doug says spraying spit as he punches Chase again, his nuts squashing flat in his fist as he continues to pummel the swimmer.

“Chase will pass out, and you still want to make him cum. That’s important.”

“I don’t care about…”

Sam Hell’s leg kicks out without warning. The Devil Boy hits Doug hard and fast slamming into Doug’s ballbag, and he gapes bending over.

“Fuck!”

“I care how these ends,” Hell protests. “Now reign it in and start to pleasure him again. I want you to make him cum.”

“He’s no longer hard,” Doug complains holding his privates, his voice slightly higher.

“Then fix it.” Sam Hell orders.

Doug takes a few deep breathes, his nuts hurt again, and he barely recovered from before. The brief reprieve seems to be helping Chase, as well and he seems more aware as Doug gets back to his feet.

Doug takes a step forward and Chase’s instep nails his balls to his pelvis and Doug drops to his knees coughing and spluttering. “My nuts,” he groans. “Why…”

“You displeased me, so I let him hit you. If you don’t start to pleasure him, I might let him go and finish you instead.” Sam Hell says in warning, and Doug believes him. It’s not necessarily the words that he says, it’s the tone and hint of dark humor.

Chase stares defiantly downward, still in astronomical amounts of pain, but also in victory that he managed to hit Doug once again and bring him down to his knees.

Doug from the floor, curls his hand into a fist and with as much power he can muster comes up from below and uppercuts Chase as hard as he can. Chase bucks wildly, and then slumps a defeated look in astonishing blue eyes that cloud over in pain as he gasps and moans in complete defeat as Doug trails a finger down his body and grabs his limp pecker.

“Stop fooling around on me Chase, get hard.”

“Get bent!” Chase curses as he huffs and puffs his cheeks, his balls throbbing. “My fucking nuts…oh fuck!”

Doug bends down and gets whiff of Chase’s groin, it’s not as potent as his own but there is a scent here and Doug grabs Chase’s limp noodle and spits again, he’s almost dry now his mouth like sandpaper.

“What I wouldn’t do for some lube,” Doug muses working Chase’s schlong until, blood starts to fill the organ again and Chase starts to groan, but this time Doug hears the difference. “He’s getting hard, again.”

“Keep going,” Sam Hell says encouragingly running his still bloated dick along Chase’s crack feeling the heat from Chase’s anus.

“He’s got no hair on his balls, but he still should be able to cum.”

“Oh, that I have no doubt about that,” Sam Hell says with a laugh as he runs his tongue along Chase’s earlobe and nibbling at the edges. “Right baby?”

Doug almost stops chocking Chase’s chicken when Sam Hell called him ‘baby,’ but he kept up the steady rhythm until Chase is fully erect once more.

“Now put it in your mouth,” instructs Sam Hell.

“What?” Doug says in surprise on his knees.

Sam Hell rolls his eyes, and whispers something that Doug can’t hear into Chase’s ear, but Chase’s eyes go wide and… ‘Did he just smile?’ wonders Doug as the Devil Boy boots him again and stumbles forward mouth open falling as Chase thrusts his pelvis forward and Doug accidently slurps down Chase’s erection into his open jaws.

“There we go, we just needed some incentivization. Now don’t choke like bitch, Doug. Suck his cock like a man.” Sam Hell laughs, as Doug chokes and splutters as Chase starts to deep throat him. “Watch the teeth, yeah dumbass.” Devil Boy says as he kicks Doug again, and Doug chokes and swallows Chase all the way down to the hilt his eyes puffing up with tears, but Doug isn’t sure if it’s from the pain or Chase’s meat.

Wildly Chase fucks Doug’s throat, and he grunts and grinds his hips, his balls smacking Doug’s chin and he winces after each bounce but still Chase cannot help but continue on as he fucks into Doug’s open maw.

Above Chase, Sam Hell lowers Chase’s arms and pins them behind his back instead, so that he can use a free hand which he uses to rub the planes of Chase’s chest, tweaking his nipples before slipping beneath Chase’s erection which is deep inside of Doug’s gullet to grab Chase’s nutbag.

Sam Hell grins and gives Chase’s balls a squeeze, and Chase whimpers “No more, ugh…Sa…”

“What’s my name?!” Hell challenges, closing his fist and squeezing hard, and Chase’s balls feel the vice like grip, and he shouts Sam Hell’s name.

“Devil Boy!”

“Good,” Sam Hell coos, sucking on Chase’s neck now leaving teeth marks all the way down with bruising hicky marks from Chase’s right ear, all the way down to his collar bone and easing up his hand hold on Chase’s testicles.

Doug’s mouth is so full, tears stream down his face, but still he sucks. Doug tries to back away again, as he can see Chase getting close, but Sam Hell’s foot finds his tightly packed nuts and kicks him so hard that Doug sees stars and he mumbles in pain with Chase’s dick in his mouth as Chase starts to thrust in earnest, giving no warning as he screams pumps his load full and potent deep down Doug’s gullet.

Doug sucks at first, then spits up and is forced to swallow more as Chase salty mixture, while he cums hard pumping an endless amount of semen that swim down Doug’s throat and into his belly.

Chase finally starts to slow down, and Sam Hell done with the two of them, shoves them to the floor before whipping out his own aching erection and with a quick one two pump and spews his load all over Chase’s naked back and Doug’s chest and face as he grunts with effort.

Chase does not move on top of Doug, but slowly Doug rolls Chase off of him and looks up at Sam Hell as the Devil Boy leans down hand full of his own spunk commands him to “Open wide,” and shoves his fingers into Doug’s throat to taste him.

Doug gags, his face turning red but sucks unwillingly until Sam Hell pulls his fingers out.

Sam Hell zips up his jeans and smirks, “Now you are my Demon Child that has sucked on my seed.” Sam says laughing cruelly, as he watches Doug red faced and embarrassed on the floor next to Chase who curls into a fetal position.

“Repeat after me Doug. I am your Demon child.”

Doug looks once at Chase, and even in pain and his post haze orgasm he smiles at him.

“I am your Demon Child.”

“Good, now you both know your places…beneath me and my rule at this school. Mess with Bill again and you will regret it. And Chase,” Sam Hell waits until he looks up naked and covered in his spunk from the floor.

“Jayden is next. We saved the best for last.”

Sam Hell turns from away from the both of them and he laughs fully, as he heads towards the door.

Just as Sam’s fingers close on the knob it bursts open, catching Sam Hell in the chin as he is forced to step back.

Jayden stands in the doorway, out of breath sweating and angrier than Doug has ever seen him. Jayden throws his book bag into the room, easily slipping it off one shoulder as he glares at Sam Hell unafraid. Jayden dark gaze is fierce, and he stands strong gripping the door handle tightly.

“Well,” Sam Hell starts in as Jayden kicks him between the legs as hard as he can.

Sam Hell’s fingers twitch at his sides and Jayden shoves him hard in the chest launching him into the room.

Jayden storms inside and slams the door behind him, “This reign of hell of yours ends now, Sam.”

“My name is Devil Boy, and soon you two will call me by my name,” Sam Hell growls, one hand itching to grab his devil coins but refrains from doing so and showing weakness but Jayden catches the moment and smirks.

Jayden points at him, and then at Chase.

“You are so fucking, dead.” Jayden bellows and quick as lightening is flying at Sam Hell ready to fight.

To be concluded.