Snapshot: Bare VS Hairy Balls: Chase's Rage written by Jimmy

 

Bare VS Hairy Balls: Chase’s Rage

By Jimmy

 

Carefully, Doug watches Chase enters the room.

Chase has lost his backup and seems unsure of his next move. Without Max and Rex, Chase’s presence seems awfully diluted. Doug spies the hesitation in his stance, and indirection of either going to aid the twins, Max and Rex or confront Doug; so, Doug decides to make the choice for him.

Cracking his knuckles on each fist, Doug walks purposely forward and grinning like a jackal with his wide toothy smile on display his look both hungry and dangerous. ‘I am the hunter, and he is my prey,’ Doug thinks getting closer to Chase.

Chase freezes, his indecision costing him, and he takes a quick look over one shoulder.

Max is calling for brother in the hallway, trapped in Sam Hell’s embrace a hand around his waist, the other around his neck.

And Rex is not in better shape being squeezed in a bear hug by Jake.

Chase gulps and the sound bring a chuckle out of Doug.

“Your friends are toast, and so are you.”

“Fuck you!” Chase spits, rage flowing through him, his cheeks on fire. The voices of the twins in his ears calling for each other drives him insane with worry.

“You’ll never get to the door before I get to you,” Doug explains barely three feet away and starting to circle Chase. “Adam and Bill are finished, and you should see what I did to the others in the locker room. Your team has fallen to me Chase. Now it’s your turn.”

“Don’t you ever shut up?” Chase fires back and he takes a wild swing, lurching forward.

Doug swats the fist away lazily, Chase’s emotions getting the better of him. “Can’t you do any better than that?” Doug challenges, raising one busy eyebrow and leering towards Chase.

“Max help me!” Rex calls out.

“Help me!” Doug says in a mocking high pitch sing-song voice, before laughing cruelly at the worried look in Chase’s blue eyes. “You’ve gone soft. Jayden must have domesticated you, now you are nothing but a bitch like a dog after it’s been neutered.”

The color drains from Chase’s face and he lunges forward, letting out a cry of pure rage as he leaps at Doug, his fist slamming into Doug’s temple and knocking him back. The two begin to scuffle, but Doug still holding Chase in his arms slams him in a full body slam to the ground knocking the wind out of Chase, as he shakes off Chase’s punch as if it was nothing more than an annoying fly.

Chase groans but rushes to get up, but Doug merely swats him back down knocking Chase to the ground again in a huff.

“Pathetic,” Doug says grabbing Chase by the throat and lifting him into the air, powering him up and above as Chase squirms, his face turning crimson with eyes bulging.

“And to think that those losers look up to you,” Doug gives his head a shake. “When I get done with you, they will all understand that you are nothing but a loser, just like they are.”

Chase gasps, grabbing and swatting at Doug’s arms, his feet swinging wildly as he tries to break free. Doug is chuckling, enjoying watching Chase squirm when Chase lands a lucky blow, his foot hitting Doug just underneath the rib cage.

Doug drops Chase who barely lands on his feet, and then drops to his knees clutching at his throat, bending over and sucking in air; trying to remember how to breathe. Near Chase, Doug grabs his abdomen, a small groan passing through his teeth, “Lucky shot.” Doug’s voice is creaky, like a door to an old Victorian home as holds his stomach and spies Chase on his knees before him. Doug runs up and pelts his foot in the money maker ready to deal out some real pain to Chase.

Chase is wearing his favorite grey sweatpants, with his Speedo’s underneath. His plan was to get in a few laps before school started and work with Max and Rex coaching them on their backstrokes, which have been a bit off lately and he is completely unprepared as Doug’s instep hits him in his unprotected, vulnerable ballsack.

The top of Doug’s foot hits Chase clean, connecting with a wet splat as he kicks up and hits both nuts perfectly, and he feels Chase’s nuts roll defensively to the sides of his foot to escape as he boots Chase backwards causing him to land hard on his ass. Chase seems dazed now, as he stares forward and bellows out in anguish as nut pain washes through him.

Chase stares cross-eyed forward, his unblinking cobalt eyes wide and unblinking. Frozen in place Chase moans slowly reaching down to inspect the damage but Doug gets their first and easily steps right in between Chase’s widespread legs trapping Chase’s fat nuggets underneath his sneaker, his foot poised to continue the onslaught.

“Now things get interesting,” Doug laughs slowly inching his foot closer to the floor with Chase’s balls being forced to condense down and flatten out underfoot. Doug grabs the back of Chase’s blonde short hair and tilts his head back and up so that he can watch Chase’s reaction to having his balls savagely destroyed.

“Fucker,” Chase croaks, grabbing Doug’s shoe and trying to get his balls free.

Smiling Doug hocks, a lugee in the back of his throat and slowly loosens the phlegmy thick substance and spits out a massive glob of goo from his mouth that spatters all over Chase’s pretty face. Chase just manages to close his eyes tight as Doug’s wet sticky warm liquid hits him full in the face, some of it landing in Chase’s groaning mouth.

Chase coughs violently, and he swears as he tries to shake his head, but Doug holds him still in one hand, gripping him tightly by Chase’s blonde short hairs caught between his fingers as he starts to bounce his foot up and down. Chase’s genitals are all the worse for wear as Doug sneaker squishes his nuts to the floor.

Adam and Bill from their prone positions watch helplessly as their captain, their leader gets owned by Doug and neither know what to say or do…knowing that Doug could humiliate them again they watch on. Watching powerlessly, they stare at one another and seeing their helpless reflections mirroring back at them in their teammate's eyes.

Chase viciously swipes Doug spit from his face, as Doug crushes his balls. Doug pauses the assault and Chase freezes gasping “How are they hanging Chase? Your pretty, puny, pathetic boyballs had enough? Do you give up and plead for mercy like the loser that you are?”

“Fuck…ugh!” Chase’s trunk goes rigid as Doug adds a mean twist of his foot and Chase’s balls rolls underneath Doug’s sneaker and he feels nausea hitting the back of his throat. “My nuts!”

Chuckling Doug leans down and turns Chase’s face to see Bill and Adam holding their privates and witnessing his downfall.

“You see them?” Doug says. “Now they know that you are a trash.”

Chase gulps and fights to get free again, fighting harder but Doug lifts up his foot and stomps down three times in rapid succession and Chase trembles and he slumps in Doug’s embrace his body caving in as his balls pulse and churn in pain, Doug’s foot holding his sack captive.

Lowering his own shorts Doug’s hairy balls come into view and are in full swing, as they sway between his legs. Doug’s sweaty and hot stones careen in the air near Chase’s face, and Doug taunts Chase telling him, “Now kiss my nuts, Chase.” Doug’s coarse black pubic bush wafting over a thick smell of ball sweat, mixed in with a bit of urine, and manly funk radiating from between his legs. Doug made sure to not wash the night before and is still wearing an old pair of underwear for a week straight to really get to Chase. “Pucker-up and give them a smooch!” Doug says cackling.

Chase shakes his head, “No…you fucker. Your junk is rank!” Chase coughs, as the smell hits him.

“He’s hardheaded,” jokes Doug, as he swings his hairy nuts, bouncing them off of Chase’s skull. Chase closes his eyes trying to block out the sight and prevent Doug’s sack from hitting him in his eyes. “The only thing to do in this situation is to show him reason.”

Doug’s brow furrows as he steps his other foot in between Chase’s legs forcing them wider apart and he starts to shuffle his feet so that Chase’s balls are separated under Doug’s toes, one foot now per ball. “I’m going to stand on my tiptoes in a moment Chase, and then I’m doing to dance all over your pathetic hairless prepubescent boy sac. Unless you put your lips on my nuts. What’s it going to be?” Doug asks knocking his blocky nads against Chase’s forehead.

Chase’s heart skips a beat and Doug enjoys seeing Chase struggle with his pride or his boyhood.

Doug presses his toes down a little to show that he is impatient.

“Okay…” Chase croaks, moaning his voice trembling, along with his lower lip as he moans looking like a wounded puppy.

“Okay what?” Doug asks.

In answer Chase leans forward. Doug brings his balls closer and spreads his legs a bit as Chase’s face gets nearer and Chase gags, and coughs.

“That’s what a man smells like,” Doug informs him, bouncing his nuts off of Chase’s nose. “Take a good whiff and enjoy my scent.”

Chase gives his head a shake, his eyes watering as he tries to lean in again, a grim determination in his watery blues as he lifts his chin and puckering his lips and bringing them right up to Doug’s big hairy nuts, the hair tickling his nose as he gets in close.

“Almost there, Chase” Doug whispers. “Kiss them you little bitch.”

And then… Chase looks up, and he grins at Doug “Fuck you!” he spits. Chase opens his jaw and clamps it shut on Doug’s nutbag, managing to fit both of Doug’s plump testicles inside of his mouth.

Doug freezes as Chase’s molars dig into his nutmeat and his whole-body trembles as a weak “Oh,” escapes from his parted lips and he stares resolutely forward in shock as Chase takes full advantage to chomp and chew on his targets.

Tears of disgust roll down Chase’s cheeks as he slurps and squishes Doug’s meaty, funky balls, while a bit of droll drips down his chin mixed in with a few black curly pubes as Doug loses the upper hand. Chase pulls his aching balls out from under Doug’s feet, and waves of pain blossom and hit Chase and he gags on the explosion of pain and Doug’s raunchy testes.

Doug starts screaming, unsure at first where the sound is coming from until he realizes that it’s from him. Doug stares at his reflection and sees his dark brown dong limp and useless next to Chase’s faces as Chase crunches his balls in his jaws as if he’s eating a particularly tough steak. Chase’s usual blonde hair is covered in Doug’s black bush mixing in as Doug’s knees start to buckle and he slowly sinks down to the ground unable to stand anymore.

Chase goes with him, shoving Doug back so he lands prone on the floor and Chase stays between Doug’s legs as his teeth ravage Doug’s nuts until Doug’s face scrunches up in agony, and his hoarse screaming voice dies out and instead he moans pitifully, his groans sound like a dying animal on the prairie as he digs his blunted clipped fingernails into the floor, locked in position and waiting for this to end.

Not even three minutes go by before Chase spits out Doug’s nuts and he gasps for fresh air before he sits up trying to spew out coarse black hairs from between his teeth.

Doug reaches to cup his balls and he feels Chase’s teeth marks in his flesh as waves of agony wash over him, and he peers up at the ceiling and moans, a sick wet sound scraping up from deep inside of him.

“Who’s the bitch now?” Chase fires grabbing Doug’s dong by the tip and giving the ugly appendage a rough squeeze.

“You broke my balls!” Doug screams, kicking his feet, feeling a particularly deep indent on his left ball as his fingers probe the softer undersides and Doug thinks he might hurl.

“Let’s see if I did!” Chase starts to roughly jack Doug off, and Doug from his position on the floor look murderous as Chase touches him peeling back his foreskin forcibly and using the extra skin to slide back and forth as he uses a jerky motion on his crooked dick.

Doug’s punch is swift and fast as he hits Chase’s jaw, and spittle flies from Chase’s mouth. Doug backhands him with the same hand, knocking Chase back as he starts to sit up his dick plumping up to half-mast as Doug roughly grabs Chase’s head and knees him hard in the forehead.

Chase gasps and hollers in pain as Doug throws him backwards and he lands sprawled on the floor grabbing his head in hands and feeling the tenderness in his face as Doug in pure rage grabs Chase’s legs and uses both feet to whip forward hitting Chase’s bulge with sickening accuracy as he starts to roughly gas pedal Chase in his nether regions, crunching Chase’s nuts into his pelvis as he kicks his balls again and again without mercy.

Barely recovering from before, new pain courses through Chase’s abdomen and he gasps lurching up grabbing Doug’s feet and trying to save his testicles, Chase screams out “My big balls!”

Doug is relentless as his feet crunch and squish Chase’s nuts, kicking the nut bag for all he’s worth watching Chase’s face crumple and his resolve to potentially win. Doug leans back and shoves his feet forward at the same time so that the bottoms of his shoes dig and press Chase’s nuts into his pelvis trapping the squirmy nuggets and holding them in place.

Chase’s blue eyes go wide, and he lets out a silent scream as he desperately tries to dig Doug’s feet out of the deep crevice between his thighs.

Doug stares resolutely at him and does not let up as he pulls Chase’s ankles with all his strength, his feet puncturing into Chase’s ballsack and squishing his nuts as if they were playdough balls.

“Please…” Chase begs, his nuts…. “Ooh god my…...fucking big balls!”

Drinking in Chase’s ball pain, Doug’s sneer widens. “I am going to make you kiss my balls, that’s the only way this ends Chase!” he growls.

Chase nods, “Okay!” he lays down in defeat clutching his abs and groaning “My big balls, my big…. oh, oh, ugggggggggggggh!”

Doug relents and starts to stand up, still holding onto Chase’s ankles as he does so.

Chase finally able to grab his balls does, but Doug commands him. “Take those hands away or I will break your balls.”

Chase blinks and shakes his head. “No more!”

Doug gives him the evil eye, and yanks Chase’s legs apart viciously, making Chase gasp.

“Do it!”

Chase shakes his head and repeat “No!”

Doug rolls his eyes and stomps down hard landing on Chase’s fingers painfully and still forcing Chase’s balls to the floor.

“Oww!” Chase screams.

The door to the gym bursts open and Sam Hell and Jake come into the room dropping the twins next to Chase.

Chase stares at Max and Rex, both clutching their nads as they curl into fetal positions joining Adam and Bill on the floor.

And that’s when Jake sees Bill.

“Bill!” Jake’s voice is so loud as he calls out for his foster brother that Doug momentarily stops attacking Chase as he glances up at Jake lumbering over to Bill on the floor, scooping him up in his big arms as if he weighed nothing at all. “What happened to you?” he asks.

Bill points one finger at Doug and says, “He did it.”

Jake turns in the direction of Bill’s finger, and he sees Doug.

The room goes instantly quiet, and everyone seems to be staring at the three.

“He got in my way,” Doug admits, annoyance creeping into his voice as he punts his foot backwards and kicks Chase as hard as he can between the legs.

Chase screams and thrashes on the ground and Sam Hell, the Devil boy glides up to the side of Doug and gets right into his face. Doug was so concerned about Jake’s reaction that he was not watching what Sam Hell was doing but he recognizes his error as Sam Hell grabs Doug's left ear and bends it down violently towards his shoulder.

“Ah!” Doug hollers his hands reflexing grabbing Sam Hell’s arm as his red eyes fill his vision and he makes sure that he has Doug’s full attention.

“Jake had one request of you, and you made him a promise.”

“Yeah,” says Jake still coddling Bill in his arms.

“You broke that prom---!”

“I didn’t promise shit!” Doug knocks Sam Hell’s hand away and he stares just as fiercely into the Devil boy’s ruby red eyes.

Sam Hell’s eyes form slits as he narrows them at Doug, and viciously stomps his foot on Chase’s abdomen hearing him gasp, as he strives forward and gets back into Doug’s face as the two stand two-to-two.

Licking his thin lips Sam Hell says, “If you don’t go and apologize to Bill and kiss his tiny nads, I will destroy you.”

Doug puffs up his chest and grits his teeth. “I would like to see you try.”

Sam Hell laughs, and he cracks his neck first to the left, and then to the right.

“Your funeral Doug, and to think you had so much potential. Such a waste,” Devil boy says sneering and still standing on top of Chase Sam Hell attacks, his fists flying.

Doug ready, does the same as the two monstrous wrestlers collide with a boom, and the fight begins.

To be continued…