The Assistant’s Test Logan Vs Buster written by Jimmy

 

The Assistant’s Test

Logan Vs Buster

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Logan Krueger is many things:

v  An athlete

v  A great friend

v  A wrestling champion

v  And the best captain that Jayden has ever had.

Watching Logan today in his sky blue singlet, the way that the too small uniform cut into his shoulders, leaving deep groves or the way that it hugged his hips like a second skin. Or the way that Logan couldn’t even wear underwear underneath as he could not get the material to stretch past that tiny garment that barely covered his genitals. Jayden almost had to look away from one of his best friends…as he could see everything. The cock that was semi-hard curving down one thigh like a sheathed dagger down one side. The pronounced ridge of his cock so visible that Jayden noticed that the head was turned and faced more to the right along with the large vein running down side closest to him. Logan’s pouch was full to bursting, his nuts each were held slightly parted and pressed right up against him swayed every time Logan took a step.

“It’s like I am naked” Logan half-heartedly joked early in the changing room with Jayden Gomez before anyone else had gotten to the gym. Jayden changed into his scarlet red Bartlet singlet as well and found that the material clingy like usual, but nothing like what Logan was now sporting.

“You aren’t going to wear underwear either?” Logan has asked.

Jayden grinned, “Not if you are not. I’ll do it in solidarity, coach.”

“Don’t say that too loudly…I’m not your coach anymore” Logan says, a sadness in his voice.

Jayden grabbed one of Logan’s arms and gave it a squeeze. “Maybe not officially. But to me, I would follow no one else into battle. You will always be, and have always been my coach.”

Jayden’s brother Gino came in a few minutes later already changed. Followed by Junior Kruger and his brother Caleb Krueger both sporting old wrestling singlets of Logan’s. Junior’s fit him rather well…Caleb’s on the older hand is drooping in odd places…like crotch and it just showed off how small he still is in the area that counts the most in the locker room. Junior was beyond furious that Caleb was here.

“Stealing my thing! You don’t see me wearing a pair of Speedo’s and splashing around in the pool, do you Caleb?”

Caleb that older brother stuck out his tongue “It’s open to everyone to try out…and we know that there won’t be many guys so… a newbie just might make it in,” Caleb had said.

“Fat chance!” Junior crossed his arms over his chest, rather indignantly.

“Guys, everyone will get their chance…but are you sure Caleb? You didn’t seem interested in wrestling…before now.”

Turning his blue eyes to his older cousin, Caleb grins “Maybe I just wanted to pound my brother into the mat. I bet that I get paired with him.” Caleb’s confidence comes off him in waves and Jayden nearby raises one eyebrow and smirks.

Caleb noticed turning to him “What? You have something to say?”

Jayden Gomez smiled “I don’t think that you will find Junior easy to beat, he’s been training here with me and—hey, Oliver.”

Oliver Jackson walked in “Shouldn’t you guys be upstairs already? Sorry I’m late,” Oliver said more to Jayden and Logan.

“No problem, and I wanted to wait for you.” Jayden grinned at the newcomer, who was also dressed and ready to go. Jayden made a mental note to work on making sure that the guys felt comfortable around each other to change. It would help a lot as they will all be sharing the space, on the same team and frankly in singlets…not too much is left to wonder about if you bothered to look one of your teammates up and down. Not many ways to hide in a singlet.

“Besides, you will all get a chance to watch me…take on Buster.” Logan had said clapping his hands once to get their attention. “I plan on making him sing a very different tune. He is the other assistant coach, he likes to picture me as his assistant. I am going to show him how we play here in Bartlet High.”

Jayden and Gino Gomez were nodding, both seeing him on the mats very recently and what he was capable of…and what they owed them in their first real practice. Assuming of course if everyone made the team. Jayden thought that they all would easily.

Caleb and Junior Kruger eye each other for a moment before Caleb breaks in “You don’t always win.”

“Yeah, don’t be too cocky” added Junior.

“I was not even trying with you two when you were younger,” admitted Logan with a palms up stance.

Caleb walks towards him lowering his voice just a bit, but still making sure that it carries to the whole group of guys. “I seem to remember a certain incident in a tent where—you” Caleb was cut off quite quickly as Logan covers his mouth with his hand, silencing him.

“We don’t need to share any family secrets!” Logan laughs but it’s forced as he tells the crew to “Follow me, and I’ll show you all just what I am capable of.”

Caleb is locked in a headlock as the guy’s head out of the locker room, but Logan releases him before they enter the gymnasium. Logan, followed by his cousins Caleb and Junior. Shortly behind them is Gino, Jayden, and Oliver. The small group of six wrestlers all wearing red look very different than the already gathered Midtown Wrestlers already assembled.

Doug, Sam Hell, Aldo were all assembled and stretching near Coach Anderson and Assistant Coach Buster Gunner.

“Good you’re on time” says Coach Anderson as he first spots the group moving forward, all in red besides Logan.

“We will have to do something about those colors” Buster says eying the wrestlers heading over to the mat.

“Later…if they make the team.”

At Coach Anderson’s words a hush befalls the gathered boys. “I am only taking ten wrestlers on…I want a small team, but a mighty one. Today I want you to impress me. Show me your skills. If you don’t have what it takes you will not make the team. I see that we only have nine contenders for ten spots. Do not let this low turnout means you instantly get a spot. I would rather try recruiting more over the next few weeks and train the best athletes…so be forewarned. I will make a list and post it at 8:00 am tomorrow morning.”

Coach Anderson allows his message to hang in the air and be absorbed by the group before he moves on.

“I will also be choosing a wrestling captain, and if you happened to be captain last year that is not guaranteed this year. Today’s tryouts will heavily impact whether I choose you or not, along with your record of wins and losses if you have wrestled before” concludes Coach Anderson. “But first before I test all of you,” and here a small smile can be seen on the 40 year old face as he scans the boys “Gunner and Logan wanted to make things a little interesting. A little wrestling match…just for us. Winner will help me choose this year’s line-up. The loser is the towel boy for the year.”

A cold dread washes over Jayden and he worriedly looks over at Logan. Logan is only focused on the Coach, ignoring his friends and families stares as the full weight of the match is understood.

Buster Gunner drops his old lettermen’s jacket. He is also dressed in his singlet. The singlet fits him a lot better than Logan, but only because it’s not three sizes too small. Gunner’s got a gut, but is solidly built. His shoulders are large, like small boulders and Jayden can’t tell exactly how old he is he appears to be under thirty.

Coach Anderson waves the boys off the mat, and says “Get to the edges boys. I want you all to have a close up view of what is about to take place.”

The order is heard and obeyed, leaving Logan and Buster alone on the mat facing each other. Buster’s grin is wide and when he smiles slicking back his almost shoulder length, greasy hair Jayden is reminded of a rat. The teeth, the widows’ peak, and small chin give him a rat-like appearance that makes Jayden’s skin crawl. He swallows hard, but Gino winks at him on his left whispering “Logan’s got this.”

Jayden prays silently, that Gino is right.

“Go get ‘em, Logan” Junior whispers to himself, punching his fist into his palm.

On the other side the Midtown boys are quiet, but Sam Hell’s red eyes are on Jayden. The demon eyes are cool and calculating, but the pair have recently developed a mutual understanding…Jayden does not think that will translate to him going easy on him during tryouts but the relationship is still new and maturing, anything could happen to it.

Doug on the other side of him is gleeful, not bothering to lower his own voice as he says “Make him squeal like a pig, Buster.”

“That’s Assistant Coach Buster to you, Doug…you have not been made Captain yet. When you do, then you can use my first name,” Buster says.

“Don’t worry about that, I will.”

Jayden rolls his eyes, and does not bother to respond. He’s beaten Doug in every match they have ever done…and he intends to do the same to him again today. In front of everyone, and as quickly as possible to truly squash Doug’s thoughts on the possibility of becoming captain.

Logan Krueger cracks his neck getting into a matching wrestling stance not even a foot away from Buster Gunner.

“I’m ready” Logan says.

Buster smiles wider showing his yellow teeth “No you aren’t kid…but you will be sorry in a moment.”

The challenge goes unanswered by Logan as he turns his face to his cousins and says “Watch this.”

Caleb and Junior beam at him giving him a few whoops at Logan’s cocky grin.

The moment’s distraction is all that Buster needed. Buster moves and he is so quick that when Jayden blinked he almost missed it.

Jayden’s first thought is ‘He is faster than he looks.’ That must have been Logan’s as well as he is spearheaded and is knocked clean off of his feet and thrown to the mat with a hard bang, that makes Jayden’s teeth clack together.

Logan is scrambling on his back, searching for and opening but Buster has him around the middle of his abdomen in a hard squeeze. Grunting Buster lifts Logan up from the mat only for a second, leaving Logan hovering and squirming in the air eyes wide in surprise before slamming him back down again, just as hard as the first time. All the air whooshes out of Logan as he spasms against the mat his lower back muscles pulsing from the hard contact.

“OOOooo fuck” Logan groans as Buster drops him for a third time, his legs opening up on the last hit like a fallen bridge, wide open and useless. Buster does not hesitate as he spots the large wobbling testicles just below his meaty sausage slightly above his hanging fruit.

“Nut check!” Buster screams with glee as he punches Logan right between his thighs, his fist hitting him like a powered up sludge hammer in a video game.

Logan gasps one hand rising up and grasping at Buster’s singlet strap yanking him in close as moans “You…fuck, my balls.” It’s as if the pain didn’t register at first, but as soon as Logan pulls Buster in close he feels it.

Buster laughs and grabs a handful of Logan’s delicate organs scrambling until he hits both in hand.

“You are a big boy, Logan. And you are still a boy, and this is a man’s game.”

Buster squeezes hard on Logan’s nutsack, his fingers digging into the sensitive orbs. The soft but firm nuggets hold, but slowly twist and morph in Buster’s hard nutclaw as he crushes down the resistance to Logan’s manballs. Eyes widening, Buster is rewarded with a sharp intake of Logan’s breath, confirming for him that he is indeed in pain as the shakiness of his chest all but settle that Buster got his good.

“Get off…my balls!” Logan shouts one hand still looped around Buster’s singlet pulling on the stretchy spandex strap as his other hand reaches up and cracks Buster with a wicked chop across his neck.

Buster’s eyes seem to pop in his fiendish rat face and he twists his grip on Logan’s balls, his rough hand pressing in his fingers from all sides. Logan groans but Buster let’s go one, hand grabbing his neck and panting.

“Not bad boy…but I am better.”

While Logan is trying to deal with Buster’s hands making sure that neither punch nor grab his balls again, Buster’s knee swings in and up straight shooting into the vulnerable opening in Logan’s legs. The hard crack against his nutbag is heard in the small gathered group of guys and Logan’s fighting spirit is weakened allowing Buster to slam his shoulders onto the mat, pinning him for all to see.

Logan’s eyes roll back for a moment, before he squeezes them shut muttering “Motherfuck—er!”

Buster knees him again, same spot but with Logan’s shoulders pressed firmly into the blue mat, Buster has extra leverage to really pound away at the doughy vulnerability in his singlet pouch that Logan now finds himself in.

Logan’s body jerks, his body jolting upwards but held suspended in air by Buster’s hovering presence above as his laughter fills Logan’s senses.

“I can already see loser been written all over your face!”

Buster stands up, dragging the wounded groaning Logan up and yanks him up, suspending him in air his toes leaving the mat.

“Never mess with a wrestler…that knows how to win!”

Buster drops Logan straight down on his extended knee, Logan just gets a quick furtive glimpse of his fate and twists his head side to side saying, “No, no, NO!” as his body falls, landing on his balls that squelch horribly as his body crashes down fully on both testicles.

Logan blinks, mouth ajar as his silent scream rocks the gym.

Instant humiliation as his friends turn away in horror at what has befallen their champion. Only Jayden is left looking on with fear and he clenches his fists hard whispering “No.”

Seemingly all at once Logan gets his voice back and hollers out in a strangled high pitch cry of pure agony as his nuts continue to flatten under his own asscheeks. Logan’s muscles tense, his hands grasping Buster’s shoulders as he tries to pull himself up and out of the position he now finds himself in. The Adonis is moving slowly, but quick enough that it catches Buster’s notice and he jostles his knee, like Santa does when a kid sits in his lap. But Buster’s jerking thigh hits home on every thrust, continuing to pound away at Logan’s resistance as he hits Logan’s nuts again and again.

Jayden moves forward to attack but Gino places one hand on his shoulder stopping him with a hard squeeze. Turning back his dark brown mud puddle eyes are alarmed with worry but Gino shakes his head.

“This is his battle” Gino whispers putting his lips next to Jayden’s ear. “He would not want you to interfere.”

Jayden isn’t so sure about that, but he looks back in the match like one that can’t look away from a car crash.

Logan tries to get up again from Buster’s knee, but Buster sighing says “Some just don’t know when to quit!” and he latches on two both of Logan’s exposed nipples the tips just visible under the blue singlet and squeezes the nubs shouting “Purple nurple!” and giving them a hard twist.

Logan’s face reddens in what Jayden can only assume in embarrassment as Buster jerks and twists Logan’s nipples on his chest, digging in his nails and squishing the nubs underneath.

Buster is laughing again, as he bounces his knee, working his thigh to tenderize Logan’s plums as each bounce hits home in his sweet spot massacring the bulge and warping Logan’s balls.

Almost bored, Buster shoves Logan off and watches as he falls to the mat below and grabs the 18 year old’s thighs and yanking them painfully open and wide as he steps around to hold in place Logan’s hands and says “Logan’s finished!” Buster announces triumphantly. “But let’s all give him a warm parting gift from all of us as we christen him…the brand new towel boy.”

Doug eagerly steps up first and says “I’ll never not take a chance to do this!” Doug’s foot kicks out, mashing into Logan’s nuts as he stomps down directly onto Logan’s bulge bashing his manhood against his pelvis with all the force that he can muster. Doug grins and twists his foot watching Logan’s face drain of color. “They don’t call you Buster for nothing!”

“Assistant Coach Buster” Buster corrects Doug, but not unkindly. Buster’s eyes are alight with his victory.

Doug steps off giving Logan a chance to breath.

“I don’t remember this happening the last time I tried out” Aldo says sheepishly. “But I like new traditions, mi amigos.” Aldo decides to kick Logan on the floor, the tip of his shoe just nicking both large balls that sway back and forth now a little faster.

“That’s the spirit, kid!” Buster says nodding.

Aldo grins a little before stepping back and making room for Sam Hell. The Devilboy himself doesn’t smile but his red seemingly glowing eyes find Logan’s as he squats down “I knew that you would lose” Sam growls. And he grabs Logan’s nuts roughly as his fingers encircle his nuts. Logan tenses but Sam only plays with the slippery nuts a little before saying “I think that I will enjoy you being my towel boy.”

Sam Hell squeezes Logan’s ballbag pressing Logan’s nuts to the bottom of his sack before he rears back his fist. Logan’s eyes widen knowing exactly how much this is going to suck.

Jayden turns away before impact, but the sound reminds him of a meat cleaver tenderizing meat. The horrible wet sound thwacks around and Jayden tenses just as Logan lets loose a scream.

Standing up Sam Hell winks at Logan before moving over both cousins shoving their way in.

“Told you to be careful” Caleb says.

“Your balls are your ultimate weakness” sasses Junior as he places his foot down next to Caleb. The cousins rest their feet their foot a moment, bouncing a little.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three!”

Caleb and Junior count down together and smile as their feet squish Logan’s nuggets flat into pancakes under their soles.

“God guys…that’s…” Jayden shakes his head.

Logan thrusts up his abdomen, his balls squishing flat while Buster holds Logan’s ankles steady for the younger Kruger brothers.

When they step off of Logan’s sack both cousins watch eagerly as Logan’s ballsack swells back to its original size.

“Thanks coach!” Caleb says smiling and stepping back pulling back his younger brother.

“Hey I wasn’t done—oh!”

Oliver backhands Junior across his singlet pouch as he walks by, the hard thunk causing Junior to bend over at the waist.

“Don’t be rude, Kruger. It’s my turn now” Oliver says with a smile before he turns his full attention to Logan.

Caleb is laughing and let’s his brother’s arm go grabbing his own sack saying “He got you!”

Oliver ignores the cousins as they start to squabble eyes Logan’s package appreciatively stating “Man, that’s some sack you got there Logan.”

Logan in a world of pain barely mumbles “Th…thanks, Oliver.”

The quiet words reach Oliver Jackson’s ears and he smiles a little and gushes “It will be my pleasure to test these…” Oliver stops speaking as he bends down to get close to Logan’s nutsack. “I’ve never seen balls this big!” It’s like Oliver spotted a movie star, both hands on knees he gazes down at Logan’s singlet pouch in awe. “You are so…big. Fuck man. What a set of—ugh!”

Gino Gomez annoyed, boots Oliver in the nutsack, his thighs in squat are well spread and his foot hits Oliver squarely and he topples over moaning “My nuts!” as his head connects, smashing Logan’s nuts. Oliver’s face is in between Logan’s thighs and as he opens his mouth to moan, Logan’s cock slips inside of Oliver’s warm mouth.

Logan opens his mouth in pain but then stops and gasps, his hips flexing as his semi-hard dick slides across the roof of Oliver’s mouth.

“Stop taking so long!” Gino says impatiently and boots Oliver again.

Oliver jerks upwards, his head coming up off of Logan’s cock which slides out of his mouth with a small pop.

“Gino…fuuuck! My nuts!” Oliver rolls over onto his back grabbing his crotch with boy hands, eyes crisscrossing and kicking out with one foot.

Stepping over Oliver, Gino says “Finally my turn! Sorry you didn’t win, this guy seems like a real dick.”

Everyone gets quiet and Jayden closes his eyes “Oh no…this is going to be bad.”

“What did you say to me?” Assistant Coach Buster asks, his rat-like eyes staring daggers at him.

Gino steps forward “Are your ears full of wax? I said that you’re a dick!”

A hard stomp follows as Gino’s foot lands squarely on Logan’s nutsack but only Jayden seems to notice that his full foot didn’t connect, only his ankle which crashes loudly again the mat, the top of his foot just barely touches Logan’s heavy pouch. Gino spared him another low blow.

“This is the Bartlet gym, and you sir, are a guest here. Don’t wear out your welcome.” Gino pokes Buster’s chest with his index finger, clearly meaning every word.

Coach Anderson steps forward hands on hips, “That’s enough Gomez. Ten laps around the gym…say something like that to my assistant again and it will be fifty.”

Gino gives his shoulders a slow shake and starts to run, but as he passes by Jayden he says quietly so only he can hear “Worth it.”

“You’re up Gomez.”

“I’m all set.” Jayden says firmly, arms crossed. “I don’t need any handouts.”

All eyes seem to be on Jayden now, but Assistant Coach Buster chuckles. “That a fact?”

Jayden doesn’t answer but says “If you are done fooling around I want to get to why we are all here. This is supposed to be a wrestling tryout.”

Buster looks down at Logan “Had enough, kid?”

“Fuck you” Logan spits out.

“Fine by me.” Buster steps off one of Logan’s hands and crunches Logan’s crotch, semi-hard cock and all underfoot. “If you would rather keep going for a while longer, I can do that.”

“Well we can’t actually.” Jayden looks pointedly at the clock. “In an hour the basketball players will be holding their tryouts, and we will lose our space…so let’s get onto the main event. Right Coach Anderson?”

Coach Anderson checks his watch and nods. “Gomez is right…let’s start with the tryouts. Buster…if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all Coach.”

Buster twists his heel and Jayden tries hard not to flinch as Logan’s groin is trampled under Buster’s foot. Finally he let’s go of Logan’s ankles crouching down next to him as Logan grabs his balls between his fingers protectively and moaning.

“Never test me again Logan…your my bitch for the season now.”

Buster grabs one of Logan’s ankles pulling him off the mat. Coach Anderson watches with some amusement on his face before he turns his full attention back to the teens. “Now then, it’s time to test all of you. If any of you are too squeamish or cowardly to continue…there is the exit.”

Coach Anderson waits a full minute, the rays of sunshine from summer leaking in the windows, dust is caught in swirling patterns as Jayden tries to focus on the new Coach and not his friend moaning close by as Assistant Coach Buster takes his place next to Anderson the older man nods.

“Then…let’s begin.”

 

 

 

 

To be continued