The Devil You Know (Part 4 of 4) written by Reg and Jimmy

 

The Devil You Know 4

By Reg and Jimmy

 

Note: The epic conclusion. Enjoy everyone and Reg...I can't wait to work with you again!

Warning: Includes ballbusting, gay undertones, and underage characters. You have been warned.

 

Chase is shirtless, standing alone in his personal gym and occasionally glancing nervously through the wall of windows that overlooks the indoor swimming pool. After a quick breakfast he came here early to warm up for a special training session and he’s waiting for his trainer to arrive. Today’s training is special indeed because for a change he will not be challenging his gorgeous teenage muscles but instead focusing on a rather weaker area…the plump virile testicles dangling between his legs.

The proud swim-team captain bites his lip as he fondles his beloved jewels through the fine silk of his boxer shorts; they feel impressively bulky as always under his gentle touch but the blond boy’s cocky smile quickly darkens to an angry scowl. It seems utterly outrageous that anyone would dare to target such magnificent manly specimens and yet poor Chase’s beloved nads frequently end up as innocent victims to his rivals punches, kicks, squeezes and worst of all…their crippling knees!

“Those dirty fuckers!” Chase mutters angrily, his handsome face wincing at the memory of every critical knee strike that has ever defeated his virile baby-makers. He shudders recalling that awful helpless feeling of his magnificent teenage muscles turn to jelly, the utter shame of dropping to his knees in front of a worthless rival, crippled, powerless and facing the horror of defeat.

Chase huffs, his jaw clenching in frustration and instinctively he turns to catch his reflection in the mirror. Almost immediately his spirits are lifted: the merest glimpse of his achingly handsome face, his lean chiseled muscles and of course his jaw-dropping boy bulge never fails to put a cocky smile back on his face. As his thin lips curl up into his usual superior grin, Chase can’t resist raising his arms into a cheeky double biceps pose then turning each side to admire the delightful close up view of his sculpted mounds of muscle.

“Yeah, I’m a fucking man now!” Chase compliments himself proudly “That’s why I’m their captain…and when I can handle a hard knee in the balls I’ll be their fucking god!”

“Uh-hum.”

Chase instantly drops his pose and turns rather sheepishly to find Sam Hell’s hungry red eyes peering at him from the doorway.

“I was just, er, warming up” Chase gulps, as the realization suddenly dawns that the time has arrived… he is going to have his big nuts ‘trained’ by the notorious devil-boy.

“Heh, I bet,” Sam Hell smirks checking out the newly turned sixteen year old. “Cute muscles by the way, Chase. You really are a lot prettier than Doug…but he’s still bigger than you.”

The condescending remark makes Chase frown as Sam steps closer, taking his time to give Chase a slow and methodic look over from his feet all the way up to his swept-back blonde hair. Sam Hell grins as he walks slowly around Chase like a hungry vulture circling his prey. “Now let’s see what I am going to be working with today.”

“Well you should know what I look like by now,” Chase huffs impatiently, rolling his baby blue eyes in exasperation “Everyone knows I’m the hottest stud in school”.

Sam Hell puts on finger in the center of Chase’s chest starring deeply into his eyes, and fixing him with the legendary glare of the Devilboy’s trademarked red eyed glare. “You need to read the strengths and weaknesses of others if you want to bend them to your will. I can teach you this Chase, so watch and learn. As you know, I have no weakness myself but I get quite a thrill exploiting others. For example, I see you keep glancing down at your beloved boy bulge and look…see how your hand is cupped, ready to shield your fragile nuts…you’re terrified of being struck down there, I see it in you.”

Chase gulps self-consciously as Sam inches closer, and he can feel the big wrestler’s hot breath and the strong scent of his breakfast coffee, the heavy richness of the Arabica beans flood his senses. Sam Hell is grinning hungrily and Chase gasps as he feels a powerful clawed hand suddenly clutch him between the legs, cradling his precious private parts, then gently fondling and caressing his big, heavy balls between powerful wrestler’s fingers. “Hmm, I see you are almost a man now, no longer a boy. You’ve got quite a set of balls on you kid, this is going to be fun.”

“Yeah I’m a man now alright! As you can feel, I’m even bigger than Doug where it counts and I’m ready to get started!”

Chase states boldly, and gives Sam’s barrel chest a friendly shove, separating their hard masculine bodies, and Sam rather unwillingly let the younger boy’s delicious balls slip through his fingers.

“So, how are we doing this training?”

“It’s simple, we go shot for shot, Chase. Starting with your worst nightmare…the dreaded knee. So I want you to dig deep, ignore your pain and stay on your feet like a real man! Remember, whatever you do, don’t get a boner, kid, ‘cos your big balls would be dead meat in a real fight. Got it?” Sam winks giving Chase’s long limp noodle a quick flick.

Chase gasps and folds over, slapping Sam’s hand away.

“Ow!” Chase protests, cupping his privates then looks up with an annoyed frown “Well that plan sucks. I mean your balls…”

“Devil Coins.”

“Yeah OK…your ‘Devil Coins’, well they are virtually invincible, right? Everyone says so.”

Sam just shrugs arrogantly with a smug grin.

“You want to inspire me, right Sam? You’re the Jedi and I’m the apprentice so how about your mighty devil-coins take three hits for every one that you deal out to my…poor vulnerable balls?”

Sam Hell scowls “Look kid, my testicles may be indestructible but you will follow my methods… we do this my way.”

Sam is clearly not willing to yield any ground, and the hard glare that he fixes Chase with seems unbreachable. But Chase just rolls his eyes then turns his back to the big stubborn wrestler with a dramatic huff.

“Forget it, Sam, I see this whole training plan is a waste of time.” Chase shakes his head, grabs his towel and strides purposefully towards the glass door. Just before he leaves he turns back with a disappointed frown “You know, Sam, I used to believe that your gonads were something special…even invincible! But now I see the truth…you lost to Jayden, you lost to Doug and yesterday I floored you with a single punch. So much for your mighty devil-coins…”

“Bullshit! Look I told you why, it’s my…” Sam protests

“What?” Chase interrupts with a sarcastic grin “Oh yeah, I remember it’s your demon-seed? You jizzed all over me and by magic your strong balls turned to putty. So what’s your big excuse today Sam Hell? I gave you a whole night to recover and now you reveal that your balls are no tougher than mine? I guess it’s true what they say, Sam….never meet your heroes.”

Sam gapes back in shock at the audacious teenager, his proud face reddening and his huge muscles twitching awkwardly under the harsh lights “Bullshit! My coins are…invincible!”

Chase raises his eyebrows in disbelief opening the door and stepping out.

“STOP!”

Chase pauses his back still turned and unseen by Sam, his lips curl into a cocky grin. He can hear the pleading tone in Sam’s commanding voice and Chase knows he has outwitted the big brute. What did Sam say earlier? Oh yeah that’s right: ‘You need to read the strengths and weaknesses of the competition if you want to bend them to your will.’

“OK three hits to one! It’s a deal, Chase, but I get to go first!”

“Dang, OK I guess that’s fair!” Chase bites his lip with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he turns around, hanging his head as he moseys up to Sam Hell rather reluctantly spreading his legs a little and getting into position.

“Good boy,” Sam says nodding. He grabs both of Chase’s shoulders starring deep into his eyes. Once again Sam takes the opportunity to get right in close to Chase, to smell his sweet scent as he positions his barbaric knee between the youngster’s smooth thighs his knee tickling the scarce blond hairs making the boy shudder.

Chase starts breathing faster, and he dry swallows trying to get ready. Through all of this Sam Hell, the Devil-boy looks down upon him with heartless stony eyes.

He nods once. “Okay. Do it.”

Unsmilingly, Sam grips Chase’s shoulders harder in preparation and lifts up his stronger more dominant right leg hitting Chase just below his scrotum and coming into contact first with the softer undersides of his testicles. The knee, thick and corded with muscles strikes Chase with precise accuracy slamming his big teenage balls underneath his taint and squishing them between.

Chase gags once, and groans grabbing Sam Hell’s forearms as he holds Chase in place, seemingly ripping him in two. When Sam pulls back the offending knee, Chase’s thighs go wobbly and he swears he would have dropped had Sam not held onto him.

“You can take it, Chase! Now breathe deeply” Sam encourages the swim team captain but can’t resist grinning down at the handsome boy’s suffering.

Through gasping breaths, Chase manages to articulate “My… Fucking…Balls!” each sharp word punctuated by a shuddering intake of breath as crippling, nerve imploding agony pulses in his scrotum. Each feverous beat of his heart seems to pulse in his big throbbing gonads and he wants to curl up into the fetal position, but the Devil-boy urges him to stay on his feet.

“Take it like the MAN that you are, Chase!”

Sam Hell barks out the order the word, but Chase barely registers the sound as his senses are overwhelmed by the stabbing pain in his precious testicles which pound like tribal drums below his navel. Chase whimpers, fearing his precious balls have been ruined as his knees touch and he finally takes in a deep breath still bravely trying to fight through the agony.

“Sam…fuck…fuck…fucking…fuck, fuck, and…..fuuuuck!”

Closing his eyes, Chase grips the bolder like biceps as his head slumps on Sam’s shoulder as he gasps and writhes, his lips instinctively opening and closing as his teeth gnaw on the slab of muscle under his face.

“Conquer your demons, Chase. Own the pain. Don’t let it, own you.”

Nodding, Chase stands gaping in distress and breathes a few more times, and finally his lips close right up against Sam’s skin and he realizes that he is bare chested. The hard muscle along his pec is hot and firm underneath Chase’s soft lips and the faint hint of musk and salt come to mind and…

“Don’t you dare get hard, Chase” warns Sam Hell.

Chase breathes again, but it might be too late. His volatile cock is already responding to the manly odor wafting off of Sam Hell. Chase quickly backs away, assured that he can now stand on his own two feet. Both hands reach down earnestly to relieve his aching balls, going immediately underneath his crotch to pulling the fabric down a bit then slipping inside to cradles and fondles the aching naked balls within.

“Good. You’re learning, kid. In a minute I’ll knee you again.”

“Not yet, Sam!” Chase growls with a determined voice “It’s… my turn now, just like we agreed.” Chase stands up tall and resolute in this stance, despite his pain and tries to look indignantly at Sam. A look he fails to pull off with real conviction.

Sam Hell smirks, totally unfazed by the younger teen’s bravado. He’s quite sure this rich pretty-boy won’t survive another nut-shot and he already imagining what he will do with Chase’s beautiful athletic body when he’s writhing and squirming helplessly at his feet.

“Alright Chase, but I advise you not to go too hard for the first round…because I’ll hit you back just as hard”

“Not too hard? Your knee was fucking brutal, dude.” Chase protests indignantly “Its way worse for me anyway…You know how big my balls are actually…well they’re still growing! A knee like that fucking hurts!”

Chase rolls his beautiful, aching balls around his silky hairless scrotum, pulling them forward against the fine silk so Sam can see their silhouette and appreciate their impressive size. Despite turning sixteen Chase is sure his plump testicles are going through yet another growth spurt. ‘They definitely feel bigger than Jayden’s now,’ Chase thinks, grinning assuredly as he sizes himself up in his hands, ‘I should persuade him to compare his boy nuts against my bigger manlier balls. That’ll finally convince him that I’m the top and he’s just my little bottom boy!’ Chase grins excitedly at the thought of finally proving his superiority. Jayden’s plump Latino eggs have always been serious challengers to his own big balls, ever since puberty but now they are boyfriends the competitive edge has slipped. In truth Chase adores his boyfriend’s balls almost as much as his own; he loves to fondle them and lick all around them, feel those recently sprouted little hairs that tickle his tongue. Chase pauses, with his naked balls weighing heavily in his fingers wondering why there isn’t a single hair on his own silky ballsac.

“Stay focused, Chase” Sam shakes his shoulder bringing him back from his day dream. “Trust me, kid I didn’t hit you that hard. Anyway if this was a real fight I would have busted you three more times while you were blubbing on my shoulder. Trust me in the real world no-one will go easy on you.”

Under Chase’s breath he mutters “Jayden does.”

Sam’s nostrils flare. “Don’t speak his name!”

Chase sighs, slightly exasperatedly. “Whatever Sam, but he does. Especially in bed.”

“I…let’s talk no more on this it won’t help you…now what did you say earlier; you want to be a real god? So let’s focus on the present. So go ahead Chase, hit me.”

A look of pure joy, and excitement crosses his face as he rubs his hands together and steps towards Sam but he winces as his balls sway in his scrotum and one hand reaches down to hold them tentatively so they don’t knock against each other.

“Ow! I have to be careful.” Chase says “So Sam, what ball hit hurts you the most?”

“You’re forgetting, my Devil Coins are invincible. Nothing and no-one can defeat my sturdy nutsack”

“Be that way then, so I’ll have to figure out on my own what hurts you the most.”

Sam seems unphased by that remark, and now it’s Chase’s turn to take a slow and methodical walk around the Devilboy himself as he ponders on the best move to really test Sam’s ‘invincible coins.’

That’s when it hits Chase. Someone gave him lessons once before, months ago. It was the first time that Chase realized he was attracted to another guy, the first time he had his hands around a really big pair of balls and wanted to do so much more than just squeeze them. Jayden’s voice is in his head now, and Chase can’t help but smile as he hears him explain the most devastating ballbusting moves before letting him try them out.

“What the hell are you smiling at?” Sam wants to know.

“Oh nothing” Chase shakes his head, still not able to stop grinning. But it’s not nothing, and his heart twists in his chest. He wishes Jayden was here with him now, perhaps Jayden could show him how to defeat the Devil Coins, like he had before? But… No. Jayden would only ever do that in a fair fight. He’s too kind-hearted and anyway, if Chase wants his big balls to become invincible he has to face this challenge alone.

Narrowing his blue eyes, Chase sets his sights and readies himself to give the first blow. “I think I’ll start with…this!”

Chase drops to one knee, moaning a bit as he does so. His tender big balls hating the extra fast movement, but he ignores it as he hammers up an uppercut right in-between Sam Hell’s thighs aiming for the manly mound that protrudes from his loose-fitting Hanes black underwear’s pouch.

The audible squish so close to his ears informs Chase that he has struck his target hard and true and he watches Sam Hells package flatten beneath his muscly upper cutting bicep. The rock hard mound of muscle hits Sam Hell like a boulder blasting his devil coins in either direction as he hammer him from below.

A muted grunt from above brings a satisfied grin to Chase’s face and as Sam Hell stands there, feet planted, frozen on the spot Chase meanly rocks his hard teenage bicep deeper into the lumpy mound of Sam’s coin-purse, cruelly steam-rolling right over each of Sam’s mangled testicles eliciting a barely audible croak over the silence of the gym.

Withdrawing his arm, the grinning swim-team captain rises to his feet, glances up then takes a step back in shock. Sam’s violent red are staring venomously right into his soul, his fists clenched by his sides, his huge muscles clenched into powerful mounds.

“Is that all you got kid?” Sam takes a deep breath and casually rolls his powerful shoulders. Ignoring the dull ache between his legs Sam Hell manages a forced smile avoiding the urge to nurse his throbbing balls which are still visibly displaced in his underwear. With a cocky grin the tough wrestler puts his hands on his hips and proudly thrusts his hips forward and gazes down at his sturdy package. “See, my devil-coins are invincib…”

The words catch in Sam’s throat as Chase powers a full force toe-punt that scrambles the Devil Boy’s exposed testicles with a sickening squelch, flattening his left nut against his thigh before his instep ricochets away to crush its twin brother hard against the wrestler’s bony pelvis.

 Sam staggers back in shock and this time his hands fall to his tortured groin, gently nursing his little demons until he shakes his head with a determined growl and turns defiantly back towards Chase.

“My fucking coins!”

“What about them, big guy?” Chase asks cheekily

“I told you, they still don’t feel a fucking thing!” Sam huffs, looking a little ruffled as he releases his groin and flexes his rippling pecs to show Chase how unphased he really is.

“Wow dude, you’re tough as hell!” Chase compliments the older wrestler, grabbing his shoulders “But you still need to teach me one thing. How to handle a knee!”

“Chase, wait!” Sam’s protect is short-lived and he can only look down with distress to see Chase’s bony knee powering upwards right into his protruding coin purse, smashing his still aching gonads and lifting the heavy wrestler clean off his feet.

“My coins!!!” Sam growls groaning. He doubles over until his head flops over Chase’s shoulder and for a moment he can only hang there gasping, his feet raised on tip toe by the younger boy’s raised knee that continues to crushes his gonads with a series of sickening upward thrusts.

“Now show me how to own the pain, Devil Boy”

Chase chuckles into Sam’s ear but his cruel words are lost in the tsunami of pain that Sam is experiencing as Chase lowers his knee only to thrust it upwards again for the umpteenth time, traumatizing his satanic testicles once again and forcing a deep racking cough from the muscular hunk.

With a cruel grin, Chase lowers his knee and steps back to admire his handy-work. Sam Hell is now doubled over and gasping, clutching his shattered groin and rocking unsteadily on his feet. Chase bites his lip excitedly anxiously wondering when the traumatized hunk will finally fall to his knees. He feels a slight pang of guilt knowing he has totally overstepped their agreement. Those brutal knee thrusts must have struck home at least ten times and only a dumb fool like Sam would keep his legs spread apart making every strike a critical hit to his sorry testicles.

“Fuuuck!” Sam yells angrily taking another staggering step backwards, his huge legs are clenched and shaking and seem to be fighting a swelling gravity sucking him down to the ground.

“You OK, dude?” Chase peers across faking a concerned expression “Maybe three hits was too much for you.”

Sam snarls up angrily form his slumped position, his red eyes piercing across the room like lasers, his jaw clenched like granite and slowly with superhuman effort he raises his powerful torso until he’s almost vertical. Thrusting his huge pecs outwards, he flexes his muscular arms by his sides then slams a fist into the center of his chest with a deep thud that echoes around the room.

“I am the Devil-Boy, Chase! My coins are invincible!”

“I’m…impressed.” And he is. The only other person that he can think of that can take shot for shot blows to the groin and still stay standing is his boyfriend Jayden Gomez. But he does not hide the fact that low blows hurt him, unlike Sam Hell who lives in a dream world. But still, the Devilboy looks ready to continue and this does not fail to impress Chase.

Chase walks over to Sam Hell, and gives him a good thwack on both of his bolder-like shoulder muscles, grinning as he does so. “I guess that I will have to try harder to make a dent to those invincible devil coins of yours. Can’t believe that you are still standing.” Chase whistles low his eyes trailing up and down Sam Hell’s body a stirring in his groin starts to blossom and he bites his bottom lip to try and stop the ascent.

Sam Hell shakes his head, “It’s like I told you earlier; my devil coins are invisible. I can help you get there too Chase.”

A flash of red in Sam’s eyes draws Chase’s attention back to him. “It’s your turn.”

“Already?” Chase grumbles.

“Yes, now spread your legs wide like I had mine. You get no defenses or handicaps in the training, Chase.”

Sighing, Chase does as he is told but the pang in his scrotum still rings and he is not sure if he can take another knee. Sam Hell hits hard, and Chase can’t take the kind of blows that Sam can deliver. If he can get through just one more round…he can hopefully take Sam down with his next three ballshots.

Staggering up to Chase, Sam’s eyes flare with determination as he grabs onto Chase’s bare waist, his white fingers curling around Chase’s summer tanned glowing skin. The starkness of Sam’s fingers gripping Chase’s sides is shocking in itself, but the hard hold commands the attention of Chase as Sam prepares for his second knee to Chase today.

“I told you not to get an erection,” Sam growls, rising his knee to tap along Chase’s thickening tool that guts out from his silken shorts, tenting the fabric rather obscenely.

“I…” Chase starts.

“Focus!” demands Sam Hell. “Control yourself!”

Chase nods, taking a deep clearing breath trying not to focus in on Sam Hell’s muscular form, the curve of his pronounced V, the feint whiter scars along his chest and torso, his hard nipples the color of pink…

“You’re getting stiffer.”

Chase shakes his head. “Sorry…I…didn’t do my usual routine and clear out the pipes this morning. With you sleeping so close by I didn’t want to…disturb your rest.” Chase says, his cheeks growing hot and flush.

“This will only work,” Sam says low. His voice barely above a growling whisper. “If you can remain in control.”

Nodding, Chase closes his eyes bloating out Sam Hell completely and just breathes. It takes Chase a few minutes but finally he opens his eyes. Sam Hell has not moved an inch, and his stern resolute resolve to continue seems to be unbreakable in his readiness to continue the training.

“Ready now?”

Chase nods in ascent. “Fucking hit me, Sam.”

“With pleasure,” Sam says and lines up his thick corded thigh, aiming the muscle and preparing to wreck Chase again. He waits until Chase fully prepares himself with his breath, steadying his nerves, and most importantly looking up as he situates his body finally making eye contact.

Launching his knee up like a missile Sam Hell hits Chase fast and hard, the audible thud of his knee connecting with his young sixteen-year old man-boyhood hits Chase like a semi-truck and Chase staggers back from the crushing blow as Sam’s knee hits so hard that his blasted nuts plunge and shoot off on either side of his hardened muscle.

Chase’s blank face upon first impact leads Sam to think that his training is working, and results are starting to show.

It only lasts for a moment.

It’s then that Chase falls apart at the seams. The bravo that Chase echoes earlier crumbles as his big balls pulse with renewed agony, ripping into his abdomen. Chase’s blue eyes cross, as if he is glancing at his nose and his feet sway and knees knock together as he moves to drop to the floor.

Gripping onto Chase’s waist even tighter, Sam Hell can feel Chase clenching his abs as his knee still between Chase’s legs pulls back and his large scrotum plumps back-up.

“Nooooooooooo!” Chase yells, his swagger confounding, as his big balls rock back and forth on their momentum pinging off his own thighs and ass. Each tender knock makes Chase hiss through his clenched teeth, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“My baaawls…my fucki…BIG BALLS!” Chase moans loudly his head lulling forward and landing once again on Sam’s shoulder.

“Oh good god, you…fucking neutered me.” Chase whimpers, blubbering along Sam Hell’s collarbone as he slobbers on Sam’s right pec. Chase’s lightening blue eyes watch as a thin line of drool drips down Sam’s skin and stopping at his nipple tangling in the few sparse black nipple hairs.

“You’re hard again,” points out Sam Hell as Chase’s fully engorged specimen jabs into his, straining the very limits of his silken drawers.

“Deal,” Chase grumbles closing his eyes as his dick leaks through his shorts and he presses it even deeper against Sam’s thigh.

Rolling his red eyes, Sam lifts one hand from around Chase’s midriff and runs his fingers through the blonde hairs along his scalp until he gets to the nape of his neck. Then Sam Hell grips the short hairs more firmly, tilting Chase’s noggin to meet his eyes. “You are not supposed to enjoy this,” Sam states.

“I’m fucking not!” Chase shouts, feeling the outrage rage through him.

Sam lowers his hand until he traces one line along Chase’s steel rod ending with a firm grip at the tip. “Then explain why your juices are wetting my hand, Chase.”

“I…” Chase starts but it’s clear that he is not sure how to finish.

“Don’t you want to take your turn?” challenges Sam Hell. “Or are you too busy leaking on me?” Sam teases giving one last squeeze of Chase’s cock before he pushes him away.

Chase stumbles back, but miraculously, he stays upright. Chase cups his groin, feeling his hardened cock between his wrists as he clutches at his balls. Chase licks his lips, moaning a little.

“I just got…a little excited. It’s my turn to bust you. That must be it.”

The excuse amuses Sam Hell, who lips curl imperceptibly in a small smile before he sets his face, stony and resolute. “Come at me, Chase. Show me what the great captain of the swim team can do.”

Moving very careful Chase takes a tentative step forward, still clutching at his vulnerables and seems to change his mind. “Turn around. I don’t want you to see my next move.”

Rolling his red fiery fierce eyes, Sam puts his hands up and spins on his feet until his ass is facing directly at Chase.

“Better?” Sam Hell asks.

“Yeah,” Chase agrees, his pink tongue sticking out as he measures the distance with his foot and trying to decide on a toe-kick, a snap kick, or a jump kick. Not sure on which to do, he smacks his forehead with his palm. ‘I could do all three!’ he thinks and slightly chuckles to himself, causing Sam to look over his shoulder cautiously.

“No peeking!” Chase taunts giving Sam a kick in the butt.

The two laugh and Sam Hell drops his hands to his sides. “Does that count as one of your kicks?”

“NO!”

Chase is still grinning, as he positions himself directly behind Sam coming up to him and whispering “Teach me again how to take one of these!” Chase jumps back, carefully holding onto his goody bag just in case as he rears back a toe-kick and lets out his held breath as he shoots his toes up and into Sam’s low hanging plum ballbag.

The feeling of Sam Hell’s nuggets squishing against his pelvis delights Chase, and he pulls back too quick and wishes that his foot stayed in position longer but he loses his footing and stumbles a bit.

Chase can’t see Sam Hell’s face but the sharp intake of breath, the locking of his arms at his sides, and the way that his fingers twist and stretch wide tell him that he successfully nailed his intended targets. A sly foxlike grin spreads on Chase’s handsome face as he readies himself for his second behind-the-back stike.

“Still…facing this way?”

“Yes, Sam. Give me a three to one countdown for the next hit.”

A small gulp is heard by Chase’s keen ears, and his Cheshire cat grin locks into place as he slowly backs up and scraps his toes against the back wall before he runs at Sam Hell as fast as he can, feeling the air whooshing around him as he flies forward. The air whips his blonde hair straight back as he jumps high and kicks straight out lifting his foot and sending it towards Sam.

Sam seems to sense the danger that he is in, and he grits his teeth in preparation for the next assault to his teenage gonads. He even entertains Chase by counting down. “Three, two…” but ‘one’ never came as he Sam starts to ball his hands into fists by his sides he feels the swoosh of a breeze between his thighs tickling his darkened leg hairs as Chase’s flying kick connects first hitting the front of his balls, followed quickly with the undersides as top of Chase’s foot plasters his devil coins against his taint.

Sam gasps, and his mouth falls open the word ‘one’ lost in his throat as Chase drops down to the floor as he clumsily cannot hold the position. Prone, Chase glances up seeing Sam grip his nuts with both hands holding himself rather protectively as he bends over swearing “Fuuuuck!” once and loud.

Chase smiles sloppily, brushing back his blonde bangs out of his face as his racing heart thumps wildly in his chest. “That was a good kick, right?”

Needing validation, Chase nudges Sam Hell’s ass again with his toe.

“Well?”

Sam groans, he is trying to do his best not to show his pain and facing the other direction away from Chase helps, but it’s not enough. “Fucking hell…ugh, ugh….ugh! My goddamn coins.” Sam rubs his balls, both hands each clasping around one of his swollen testicles feeling his tender testes pulsing in his ballsack.

Tilting his head to the side, Chase watches him growing slightly impatient. “I have one more left, let go of your balls Sam.”

“I have…devil coins,” he barks correcting him, his words spitting rather resentfully as he continues to rub and roll his nuts in his pouch.

“If you insist. Now move your hands…unless….well unless you can’t handle another hit?”

Sam freezes in his inspection and scowls. “What did you just say?”

“Well every man has his limits, Sam and I know I really hurt you with that last kick.” Chase looks up and shrugs to show it’s perfectly understandable and swings his leg across to give Sam a friendly tap on the butt with his foot “Look dude, the way you’re clutching your aching balls and cursing like that…I know the feeling. It fucking sucks when your balls hurt so bad and you know the next hit will floor you.”

“Bullshit!” Sam huffs airing his frustration as he carefully removes his shieling hands and places them behind the back of his head, missionary style. “I’m not weak like other men, Chase…I never give up.”

“Damn!” Chase coos blinking up at the older wrestler in disbelief “You are one tough motherfucker.”

Chase stays put on the floor of the gym pondering his next move, the bright florescent bulbs humming above him as Chase checks out the scene reflected in the full wall mirror opposite. He watches his foot sliding slowly up and along Sam’s inner thigh until it nudges the bulging base of Sam Hell’s jockey pouch.

Sam’s quickened intake of breath showcases the fear growing within the Devilboy, and he curses himself and tries to relax. ‘Surely my devil coins can handle one more hit.’

Chase runs his toes along the other inner thigh of Sam’s making sure to carefully trail his toenails along his skin.

“Well, I think I’ll do my last kick from the floor,” Chase announces.

Sam Hell’s face grimaces slightly. In the back of his mind is the awful memory of Jayden heels slamming repeatedly into his manly orbs just the day before. ‘Fuck, do my coins really have to go through that again?’ Sam shudders but remains in rigid position. He knows his balls are tougher than other men’s. He is no coward. The devil never quits.

On his back Chase grabs Sam’s ankles and slides bodily forwards a few inches until his legs are in between Sam’s so that he is in a better position to execute his last move. Chase has the same sly intentions as his previous knee, executing a perfect critical hit and following up immediately with some brutal after-shocks to really pulverize Sam’s sturdy eggs and finish him off for good.

By now, Chase’s big aching testicles have lost all enthusiasm for Sam’s ball-training plan and his main priority is to avoid another emasculating knee strike between the legs. And so Chase braces himself, still gripping Sam’s ankles as he lines-up both feet up and prepares his attack from below. His keen eyes focus upwards at Sam’s beefy package and is quickly able to discern the precise location of each of the two ovular bulges amongst the jumbled assembly of Sam’s neatly packaged genitalia. The infamous devil coins are a respectable size, but not the biggest jewels that Chase has ever faced, not by a long shot. Chase takes care to adjust his sights knowing a direct crushing blow to both orbs may be needed to put such a tough hunk on his knees, once and for all.

Chase shudders in excitement ready to execute the finishing move Jayden taught him, and he loves the power he extols with this knowledge…that Jayden gifted him. He can’t help reminiscing on the time he practiced this same move on his boyfriend without the full destructive power he plans for Sam Hell. What a wonderful sight Jayden’ big beautiful boy-nuts made, dangling plump, naked and vulnerable above his deadly heel. Chase moans feeling a strain inside his silken boxer shorts as his stiffening boyhood begins to swing upwards over his thigh in powerful throbs until it pokes out from between the lip of his shorts. He does not move to adjust himself or to wipe away the drip of clear pre-cum he can feel pooling on his navel.

‘Finish Him!’ Chase feels like the victor in Mortal Kombat as he suddenly shoves his right foot straight-up into Sam’s prominent bulge.

THUD!!!

Time seems to slow to a crawl as Chase’s right foot crushes Sam’s right bollock striking dead-center and powering relentlessly skywards, nearly splitting the manly orb in two; with each half of the stricken testicle attempting an uncoordinated escape but ending up on opposite sides of Chase’s lethal heel, the virile epicenter flattened against his bony pelvis.

THUD!!!

Any relief that Sam’s left nut felt evaporates instantly as Chase’s left foot joins the fray, hammering into its soft underside, catapulting the manly organ upwards, rocketing straight past it’s mangled twin towards Sam’s navel until it’s comes to a sudden screeching halt, its nut cords stretched to their breaking points, almost tearing the base of his gonads clean off.

“Yes! Dead Nuts!” Chase yells ecstatically pumping his fist, his eyes wide open, gazing in awe at the destructive aftermath of his full power double-heel strike. Sam Hell’s sturdy devil coins look completely mangled by his double-nut strike right and Chase gulps worrying that he went too far this time. Surely this much trauma is too much for any human testicles to survive intact even those of a renowned tough-guy like the Devil Boy.

Chase sees horror mixed with disbelief flash across the Devil Boy’s hardening face as the crippling pain hits him along with the stark realization that his sturdy nuts have finally cracked. The big wrestler’s jaw muscles clench into steel bars as the veins and tendons threaten to pop from his neck, his huge muscles flexing hard like granite as his quivering hands slowly fall to his tortured balls. As his fingers find his mangled gonads, Sam’s tortured face arcs skywards and he bellows in pain, a manly roar that shakes the glass walls of the gym and Chase can only stare up guiltily at the suffering goliath. Slowly Chase withdraws his lethal feet and watches the ruined devil coins slowly slump back downwards and he winces, fondling his own big balls in empathy and excitement at what he has wrought.

Sam Hell staggers back, his heavy body teetering on unsteady legs, his powerful torso keeling forward, red eyes now glaring ferociously…not at Chase but at his own tortured gonads; his once mighty devil-coins now devoid of all their demonic powers and worst still…feeling crushed to a worthless pile of devil paste.

“My balls! Ugh! Oh God you…you broke my balls!” Sam wails in distress, sounding for the first time very human as the blood drains from his face and with a sad whimper he suddenly collapses, slumping to his knees then upsetting forward until his head kisses the mat where he lies writhing and groaning with both hands glued between his tree-trunk legs, nursing his ruined manhood.

“Um, Devil Coins you mean, surely?” Chase smirks but the irony is lost on Sam Hell who is too busy squirming in distress and Chase can’t resist making his way over to the fallen stud, intent on getting a close-up inspection and maybe a cheeky fondle of the finally vanquished devil-coins.

‘Yes! I defeated the devil-boy! I can’t wait to tell Jayden…’ thinks the blond swim captain, enjoying the power rush as he gazes down at Sam Hell still writhing on the floor and clutching his vanquished manhood. Chase bites his lip as he toys with his swelling boy bulge, his long drooping cock is soon throbbing powerfully forming an obscene billowing tent under his boxer shorts and with utter contempt for gravity his mighty member stiffens as it jerks higher still until his mighty rod is towering high above his waistband, still draped in fine black silk. Chase runs a hand along his stiffening erection, his big cock is almost fully erect now but Chase knows he can get even bigger and even harder and he loves to feel his full size under his fingers. He gives his cock a hefty squeeze at the base, admiring his impressive girth as his other hand fondles his  throbbing cock head provoking another trickle of pre-cum that seeps into the stretched silk that still shrouds his huge boner, the dark patch spreading downwards making the fine fabric hug his shaft and revealing his size in graphic detail.

“Sam?”

The Devil boy can only grunt in response, his hands moving rhythmically around and around his wounded junk, his fingers delicately rolling and rubbing the tortured contents of his scrotum and Chase can see both of Sam Hell’s swelling nuts moving as the wrestler gropes himself on the ground. His once fiery eyes have dulled to glowing embers now and his huge muscles are like slabs of still twitching meat as Sam Hell caresses his large coins seething and wincing in evident agony.

Chase comes right up close, his feet at the edge of Sam’s knees.

Bending over Chase asks again, “Sam?”

“My…fuuuck,” Sam croaks. “You’re a bitch, Chase… you know that.” The red eyes close, and Sam moans again.

Chase gets closer, putting one hand on Sam Hell’s lower abdomen slowly, and tentatively ready pull back if needed. Sam does not stop him. Chase rubs the lower belly, feeling Sam Hell’s tight and ripped abs. The hardened muscles keep clenching, and feel so strong beneath his fingertips that rub along just below the waist of Sam’s shorts.

“Yeah, that one was really mean.” Chase agrees, nodding his head, as Chase tries to cope of feel of Sam’s pubis and the hairs there. He can just make them out as he rubs his hand back-and-forth, rhythmically following the gentle squish, squish that Sam does as he continually probes his own genitals.

“But I thought if anyone has the balls to handle a heel-strike like that, it’s the devil-boy!”

Chase can’t resist grinning as he taunts the crippled wrestler. Sam Hell’s nuts are clearly fucked and the big stud looks about ready to puke. ‘One little finger flick to his swollen orbs will make him beg for mercy’ Chase thinks with a mean grin.

“My coins can take it” Sam Hell gasps through gritted teeth, trying to convince himself,  furious with himself for showing weakness but try as he might he can’t shrug-off the agony between his legs.

“Damn you’re a tough guy!” Chase enthuses, really quite impressed by Sam’s continued defiance in the face of defeat. “I kinda thought you might want to throw in the towel after that ---.”

“I told you, Chase!” Sam growls his red eyes opening, glaring upwards and clearing marking Chase with his penetrative stare. “I never give up!”

Chase blinks, unsure if Sam is being serious and to his amazement the Devil-boy’s powerful frame begins to stir. From his prone position on the floor of Chase’s gym, the Devil-boy is digging deep into his reserves, one had grabbing onto Chase’s right leg gripping the muscle tightly as he takes one last deep breath and with determined growl manages to rise a few inches still crouched on his unsteady legs. Using Chase’s shoulder as a crutch Sam Hell hauls himself higher until his legs straighten, still doubled over and nursing his balls, those infamous devil coins that throb between his powerful thighs legs as he stares across into Chase’s blue eyes.

“Damn!” the swim-team captain  gulps, amazed that Sam Hell is back on his feet, ‘Even Jayden would still be crying about his boy-balls if I kicked him that hard’ Chase thinks and his mind begins to panic as he sees the intent in Sam’s eyes “Look dude, maybe we should just call it a day,”

Chase smiles nervously as he tries to back away, but Sam has an unbreakable grip on his shoulder and the fierce determination in his crimson eyes is starting to terrify him. Worse still Sam has somehow managed to rise to his full height, his breath steadier, muscles clenching, eyes burning as if his testicular trauma has simply vanished into thin air.

Gripping Chase’s shoulders hard, Sam Hell brings his knee up slowly carefully locating Chase’s big horny balls which are now strung up tightly beneath the base of his rock-hard boner. Chase gulps in sickening dread as Sam pressed his tree-trunk thigh firmly up against his big vulnerable balls and gently rolls them up against his bony pelvis. Chase whimpers, knowing how vulnerable his beautiful balls are now, pulled up so high and tight in his bulging scrotum.

“I warned you not to get a boner, Chase” Sam smirks as one hand reaches down and suddenly grasps Chase’s throbbing tool. “What a big boy! You know a rich boy like you should be far more careful with your valuables.”

Chase stammers in panic “Oh No!…fuck, not when I’m hard! My fucking balls are trapped! Please Sam, I need my balls for Jay…”

Sam Hell manages a grin as Chase stops himself from uttering the unmentionable word and he peers down enjoying the terror on the rich, pretty-boy’s face…all his worldly possessions suddenly put into perspective by Sam’s threatening knee that is cruelly nudging his plump strung-up testicles. Chase can only gape down pale-faced at the huge thighs rippling with muscles that seems grossly oversized for the task of emasculating his beloved teenage testicles…’Jayden!!! I need my fucking balls for Jayden! Oh God I want to fuck him so hard’ Chase shakes his head in despair knowing Sam’s knee could ruin the planned night of passion.

“Come on Chase, don’t you want a tough pair of nuts? Just imagine if you could beat all your friends at Roshambo!” Sam’s voice sounds a little warmer now, more reassuring…like an older brother and Chase bites his lip as another memory flashes across his mind. ‘Roshambo! Oh shit, I have to beat Jayden if I want to be top! I’m bigger than him and I’m going to prove I’m tougher too!’

“Do it, Sam! Knee me in the balls! I need a tough set like you!” Chase looks up bravely, grasping Sam by his huge biceps as he spreads his legs invitingly.

The knee is pulled back, allowing Chase’s balls to slide down where they nestle plump and potent at the base of his hard quivering cock as Sam Hell never taking his eyes off of Chase rears back as far as his leg will go and yells a battle cry loud and deafening. Chase freezes as reality hits and desperately tries to back away but Sam has him firmly in his clutches and keeps him locked in place.

Chase’s lower-half trembles, and he can feel his virile gonads receding higher, trying to squeeze themselves  back up into his abdomen to that safe haven where they hid away before puberty struck,  but his deliciously manly nuts are now far too big to fit.

“Not my balls!” Chase pleads.

“Remember…this is all for your own good.”

Now Sam Hell smiles, as he strikes at Chase as hard as he can.

THUD!

The slamming of Sam’s knee brings Chase to another level. Chase hears the smack, the crushing blow to his fragile eggs before he can feel it. The sound reminds Chase of water balloons being squished against the palm of his hand in summer, but for the knowledge that these are his beautiful testicles, his pride and joy brings him right back into the dread of the moment. And then the pain, the Earth shattering agony hits him like a freight train as Sam Hell’s knee plows into his crotch so hard that he is taken off his feet and into the air.

Chase can’t even muster a sound as his body rests solely on Sam Hell’s thunderous knee arcing ever unbelievably higher as he sways caught in the trap like an insect in a spider’s web.

“My…”

Sam Hell leers at him, his smile growing as he keeps Chase aloft on his knee.

“Yes?”

“….My…!” Chase’s eyes twitch and he gasps again. ‘How can I…still be in the air?’

Chase’s cock throbs, and he is straining so unbelievably stiff in his underwear as his teenage balls are crushed flat, nowhere to move to escape as he holds onto Sam’s waist praying desperately for the Devilboy to finally let him down. As Chase writhes in agony on Sam’s knee his stark staring eyes scan the room, searching for someone, ANYONE to help save his manhood but of course it’s a lost cause. He is alone with the Devil Boy! And yet his pain-racked brain can see eyes, familiar-eyes, familiar-angry-eyes glowering enraged through the glass wall.

“What the actual fuck!”

Logan is still standing in shock and rage after arriving at the gym just in time to see the big brute’s knee demolish Chase’s testicles. It can’t be…Fuck! That’s Sam Hell!!! Logan’s jaw tightens, his muscles clenching as he sees his evil nemesis trying to castrate the younger, weaker teenager he has sworn to protect. He sees the look of despair in Chase’s eyes. How the fuck did Sam Hell break in?

Enraged, Logan bursts into the room his shoulder barging the door aside and he charges towards the despised bully, timing his run perfectly to deliver a colossal punt aimed right between the devil-boy’s thighs. Logan’s shin buries itself deep between Sam’s muscular butt cheeks as his lethal instep scrambles the tough wrestlers balls making Sam’s huge frame clear the ground and sending poor Chase bouncing even higher by the upwards thrust right under his mangled balls. Chase tips backwards landing heavily on the rubber matting, his yelp of pain drowned out by a simultaneous howl of agony as Sam Hell registers the horrendous assault to his throbbing testicles.

Chase looks up to see Sam clutching his shattered jewels, his red eyes staring wildly ahead, jaw dropped wide open in shock and disbelief. The stocky wrestler slowly cranes his head around only to meet his assailant’s fist that careers into his jaw sending him sprawling heavily onto the mats.

Logan pauses to take in the scene unsure for a moment if he should help Chase or finish off Sam Hell. Poor Chase is writhing around groaning noisily, clutching himself and Logan cringes at the thought of leaving the suffering teen as he turns back to Sam Hell. The red-eyed freak is one tough bastard, he knows this from bitter experience and even a kick like that to the balls won’t keep him down for too long.

Sam Hell is sitting on his butt still clutching his balls, his wild red eyes glaring angrily at Logan but making no move to get to his feet as Logan approaches.

“Get out of this house now you…you low-life scum!” Logan commands loudly, his usual cool demeaner swept aside by his outrage “Leave now you vicious freak or I’ll crush your little nuts.”

“Go fuck yourself, Krueger!”

Sam yells up defiantly, his angry glare masking the crippling pain surging up from his mangled testicles. Teeth clenched he snarls up at his bitter rival, clutching his tortured balls, trying to summon the last dregs strength to fight on…trying to silence the voice in his head, a tragic pleading wail that seems to come straight from his throbbing gonads…please just submit Sam, Logan’s kick was too much for us…we can’t fucking take any more. Oh dear god! Look…his fists are clenching…noooo, please don’t let him squeeze your precious coins!

Logan swooshes his hair back as he steps forward rolling his shoulders as he slowly closes his hands into hard brutal fists. His powerful chest rises and falls steadily and he feels fresh and very eager to put his words into action.

“You ready to pick on someone your own size, Hell? Alright, stand up like a man if you dare. Come at me!”

Sam groans quietly, grimacing with the effort as he tries to clamber bravely to his feet. Leaning forward on one hand, the other still nursing his groin as he plants one foot heavily on the floor, then slowly brings the other forward to join it, finally releasing his balls to press himself up from the mats, his heavy torso rising up like a waking sloth.

“Get up, lazy bones” Logan smirks as he slips his hand deftly between Sam’s butt cheeks “Here let me help you up, tough-guy?”

“Ugh!” Sam grunts in shock as he feels Logans muscular hand sweep in between his thighs then his outraged face grimaces in despair as the powerful fingers close firmly, trapping both of his tenderized meatballs in threatening nut-claw “Let go of my fucking coins, Krieger!

”Ah yes, the mighty devil—coins!” Logan laughs as he begins to roll the tender orbs between his muscular fingers and watches Sam’s broad back arch upwards as he reaches back to grasp Logan’s wrist.

“Logan, no!” Sam gasps, writhing under the Logan’s controlling grip.

“What’s the matter, Devilboy? Surely these little demons are invincible,” Logan chuckles giving the modest nuts a cheeky squeeze that makes Sam grunt in pain “Oh poor Sammy, are they still sore? I heard how Jayden cracked these little balls yesterday?”

“Bullshit! Ugh! Fuck… my coins!”

“Well now I see your fiendish plan? You got your ass kicked by Jayden so you came after his boyfriend, huh?”

Logan snarls, flexing his right arm to lift Sam higher up by the balls making him teeter on tip-toes before reaching around, sliding his left hand down the big wrestlers rippling abs, and plunging his fingers straight inside his singlet deftly swapping hands to clutch his naked ball-bag from the front then spinning Sam round to lock eyes with his foe.

“Logan no, leave him alone!” Chase gasps out weakly, finally finding his voice after all his whimpering and groaning.

“Stay out of this, Chase! Now I’m going to make this jerk submit to me then he’s gonna promise to never bother you or Jayden again!”

As Logan tightens his grip, his big biceps lurch into action, bulging outwards like boulders and he can feel Sam Hell’s firm testicles slowly deforming under his grip. It’s not the first time he’s had Sam in a ball-breaking nut-claw but he’s never been able to squeeze hard enough to make the tough brute submit…today seems different though. The devil-boy cannot hide distress, whimpering and cursing with every tweak and grope of his usually tough testicles and as the pressure increases the muscular brute is soon writhing in agony and Logan has to shove him up against the wall to keep his upright.

“You ready to submit, creep?” Logan hisses adding a vicious twist that makes Sam jaw drop open, his flickering red eyes almost roll up into his skull then he slightly releases the pressure before Sam passes out, but continues to probe and grope his balls.

“My coins! No…ugh!...you cunt!… ugh…your crushing my… fucking balls!…God! the pain…”

Chase cringes in empathy as he hears the unfortunate stud cursing and feels a flicker of guilt knowing it is all his fault. Sam Hell’s valiant face is now slumped forward against Logan’s muscular chest and his thin breathless lips can only mutter silent obscenities and to Chase’s eyes he seems to be kissing Logan’s powerful pecs yet still the proud, ruined stud still refuses to submit to his torture.

“Logan, please that’s enough!” Chase pleads desperately but his urgent words fall on deaf ears. Chase grits his teeth, making a brave effort to clamber to his feet, his eyes glued all the time on the one-sided battle, watching in horror as his carefully planned alliance with the Devil Boy is reduced to tatters by the devastating power of Logan’s biceps that have resumed their final demolition of Sam Hell’s mighty balls.

Sam bellows in agony as his Devil Coins are crushed once again then suddenly his piercing scream falls silent as his limbs slump uselessly by his sides his head rolling down with his tongue lolling from the corner of his mouth. His inert muscular frame is now propped up only by Logan’s death grip on his balls and one shoulder that is propping up his armpit.

Logan grabs the slumped, drooling wrestler under the chin, propping him up against the wall and finally releases his defeated balls. Then he shakes his head dismissively and slaps the bully hard across the cheek making Sam groan weakly.

“Submit to me now, Sam, and promise to leave these boys alone!” the commanding voice of the wrestling captain and coach of the Bartlet team echoes around the room “Or say a final farewell to your pathetic little testicles.”

Logan meanly slaps his rival right between the legs making Sam’s crimson eyes nearly pop out of his face then Logan’s large hands close once again to gently grip the entire contents of the devil-purse.

“No, no, no!” Sam whimpers weakly, shaking his head “Please, oh god! Logan please… don’t crush my coins.”

“Now, submit to me and give me your word!” Logan growls, flexing his pecs in a show of power.

“OK Krueger...I, I, I oh fuck I sub…” Sam’s gasping whimpers are interrupted by a sudden loud THUD! as Chase’s instep suddenly appears between Logan’s legs.

“Logan! I told you to leave him alone!” Chase explains in exasperation, removing his foot from between Logan’s thighs let the heavy balls drop like rocks, ricocheting off one another, the hefty ballsack swaying wildly from impact.

“Fuck Chase, what the hell?” Logan groans, hurt, confused and angry. “I was trying to save you!”

“I don’t need saving!” Chase fires back, grabbing Logan’s shoulders and taking aim between his legs. “Now let Sam go right now, he was helping me.”

Logan grits his teeth, still keeping his hands full of the Devilboy’s full jockey pouch. “What?” Logan asks, confusion coming to his face his deep blue eyes reflecting Chase’s lighter blue gaze back at him. “How the hell was he helping you?” Logan gasps in pain, grabbing Chase by the wrist to interrogate him further.

“You wouldn’t…understand…” Chase mutters awkwardly finding himself unusually lost for words, unsure how to explain, his sapphire eyes gazing in empathy at his powerful new ally Sam Hell, now reduced to a sobbing wreck drooling away against Logan’s chest. Chase sees Sam’s eyes flicker open in a flash of red unable to focus, reminding Chase of a dying predator caught in a trap.

“Try me.”

Sam Hell’s mangled balls are squeezed even tighter in Logan’s angry hands making the Devil boy gasp, his powerful body contorting in pain but he seems a distant memory to Logan who is now focused intently on Chase as the boy tries again to explain. The swim-team captain mumbles incoherently, far too distracted to collect his thoughts as his worried eyes flicker between the two heavy set wrestlers. Seeing Sam’s pained eyes slowly widening only freezes Chase’s tongue further much to Logan’s annoyance who shakes him by the shoulder and suddenly Sam Hell sees the distraction and makes a final desperate move.

Logan’s eyes widen as Sam Hell’s upper cut punches hits him dead-on right in his recent kicked nutsack. Logan shakes his head, his strong fingers releasing the devil coins with Sam’s right fist still buried to the hilt in his scrotum, his huge balls flattened beneath the solid, hammer-like fist that is tenderizing and crushing his manhood.

Chase instinctively grabs Logan and pulls him firmly towards him, hugging him chest to chest, and in his weakened state Sam can only slump to his knees clutching his wounded balls then as soon as he sees Logan is restrained he begins to crawl toward the exit, tail firmly tucked between his legs. Nearing the door he hauls himself groggily to his feet, swaying weakly as he tries to stay upright. One of Sam’s hands is buried underneath his shorts protectively nursing his throbbing devil coins, terrified of any further attacks to his tortured manhood.

Sam limps the last few steps towards the door and clutches onto the metal handle for support then he pauses, for the briefest of moments his red eyes narrowing at Chase his lips twitching at the corners in what seems to be a faint smile. The curve of Sam’s lips is almost perceptible but Chase knows it is there and nods back in acquiescence of the growing bond between them.

“I hope you learned something, kid,”

“I did, Sam but….not enough” Chase whispers urgently back, rubbing his big sore balls for emphasis “Maybe another…?”

Sam Hell’s smile falters as he interrupts “Yeah, maybe.”

The twinge of his thin lips is forced as he cups his mightily sore devil coins, limping heavily as he twists the handle and exits the room the glass door clicking softly closed in his wake. Doubled over and stumbling, Chase watches the crestfallen wrestler until he’s out of sight and Chase rather wishes that they had more time to talk. It’s a strange feeling, and he is not sure what to do with it.

Logan manages not to fall, but he is bent over eyes closed. “What the actual hell, Chase? That fucker hurt my balls!”

Chase pats his back in empathy, knowing Logan will never understand what just happened and knowing there’s no point trying to explain. “Sorry buddy, it was just a weird night.”

“Chase…it’s the morning it’s…” Logan stops talking before he finishes his sentence and he turns his head blue eyes dazzling open. “No way!…You mean he spent the night here when I was over at Zach’s!… Damn you’re a loose cannon, kid! I still want to know what this was all about.”

A sly grin comes over Chase’s face as he sits down heavily next to Logan, leaning against his legs. The telltale Cheshire cat smile lightens his face as he gazes up at Logan. “Maybe someday, Logan but for now…” Chase gazes down proudly at the thickened meaty stick sticking straight-up. “Damn, look how hard I am. Oh fuck I’m so horny. I’ve got to take care of this. Want to rub one out with me?” Chase asks knowing fully how to get Logan out of his hair as he obscenely starts to rub his cock.

Logan grimaces “First you kick me in the junk then you let Sam punch my balls and now you want to rub one out together?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “No way, not happening.”

“Can’t blame me for trying,” Chase says, grinning. He’s rubbing faster now, biting his bottom lip, his back arching against Logan’s ankles. A moan comes out from between the small parting of his lips, as his cock swells and pulsing under his tender touch.

“You’re like a dog in heat,” jokes Logan stepping around Chase, but he uses the bottom of his shoe to clip Chase slightly in his big balls feeling the scrotum knock against Chase’s thigh as he pushes past him.

“Dammit!” Chase laughs grabbing his nuts, and looking up at Logan as he passes into the house.

“You deserved it!”

Chase moans, and he gently rolls his eggs feeling the smartness in his testes.

“You bitch,” Chase mutters but Logan’s already gone, leaving Chase alone in the home gym.

His big balls are swollen, and softer to the touch than he would like. Chase contemplates finishing what he started, he’s so hard but theirs only one person he really wants to share this with. He has to take a deep breath to hold it in then he takes out his phone to call Jayden when he sees a message…a single line of text that’s enough to make him quiver in excitement.

Unknown number: ‘Training to be continued…soon. I will be in touch, Chase.’

He stops breathing for a moment, his heart thudding in his chest gives a little jump.

Chase looks around at all the big windows half expecting to see fiendish red eyes watching his every move.

Of course, he is alone.

Chase licks his lips and without thinking replies.

            Chase: ‘You bet, tough guy!’

Chase drops his phone by his side, lowering his shorts until his cock springs out dripping, and wet. Pre-cum has dampened his underwear and he kicks them from as he starts to beat off faster, his blue eyes like cloudless skies close. A quick jerky shake overtakes him, and it’s not long until he feels himself getting closer but he stops just before, his breath haggard and he gasps as his cock pulses needing release.

‘I’ll save this for ….’

Closing his eyes again to picture his boyfriend’s achingly pretty face but when Jayden’s eyes open they are glowing bright red and Chase gasps aloud, shaking his head in confusion. He can’t help chuckling aloud at the crazy image before giving one final loving caress of his big engorged balls.

“Well boys, I can’t promise it’ll make you any tougher but I can’t wait for the next session!”

 

 

~End