The List Continued written by Jimmy

 

The List Continued

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2025/01/the-list-by-jimmy.html (Previous story)

On the floor, Jayden blinks up at Chase as his boyfriend slowly comes into focus. Jayden blinks back mist and water from the shower room, his eyes trying to adjust and stay on Chase.

“Chase?” Jayden squeaks, his voice a whispered rasp clogged with steam, emotion, and the grueling fight that has just taken place mixed with pain deep in his loins from the beating of his sensitive testicles.

“The one and only.”

Jayden’s balls are squeezed harder, still locked and trapped in Calvin and Doug’s fists. His eyes bulge, while the two plums hanging bare between his thighs are squished and corruptibly crunched and like control buttons on a remote control. Jayden’s gaze loses focus along with his train of thought as the two bullies standing over his prone body work their fingers deeper into his soft and beaten balls, his body tense and fraught with pain. A small gasp comes from Jayden, eyes rolling back and his head sinks down to the tiled floor as his system slowly shuts down. The tremendous force of the ten digits digging into his scrotum overwhelms Jayden and his body sags back accepting his fate, and unable to put forth anymore effort to stop it.

Chase rushes forward, a concerned look in his eyes.

“Jayden!” Chase hollers, his black sunglasses flying off his face as he grabs Doug first by the back of the neck and squeezes him like one would a naughty puppy.

Doug yips like a dog too, wincing and immediately releasing his hold on Jayden’s left ball coming up to meet Chase as raw fury builds in his dark beady set brown eyes. The intensity of his hate for Chase, the swim team captain that bested him in from of the locker room of boys and kicked him off the team several months ago is evident as he yells in absolute rage “Get off me, fucker! I’m beating your loser of a boyfriend, and you won’t stop me!”

Chase’s fist slams into Doug’s guts when he comes to standing and his eyes bulge as he bends over, instantly winded and coughing. “You sure about that, Doug?” Chase sneers and finishes Doug off with a solid knee to the face.

The knee hits Doug with a solid crack, and his world spins as he does stepping backwards and slamming into a locker with a hard crash exiting the steamy shower room and groaning as he slides down the lockers. Both of Doug’s hands grab the back of his head, his hairy armpits slick with sweat and a waft of funk lurches towards Chase causing him to sneer more in disgust than hate.

“You were always a smelly, ugly bastard.”

Doug in his prone position almost sitting against the wall has his legs wide apart and the open target is far too great for Chase to ignore. Chase’s instep snaps up, as he punts Doug between the legs. A wet thunk echoes in the quiet space and Chase’s lips curve in a knowing grin.

“My balls!” Doug almost yells, but his voice cracks at the last moment as he locks onto Chase’s icy blue eyes. Doug falls to the floor, legs spread wide and he reaches for his recently kicked nuggets, but Chase’s foot gets there first driving deep into his groin. Doug’s dick and balls alike are crushed instantly, flattening quickly as Chase leans into the stomp, the swim team captain gives this crushing foot everything he has got.

A look of pure horror crosses Doug’s face as he looks down as Chase’s flip flop crushing his singlet pouch unable to do more than paw at his foot that firmly remains planted on top of his groin.

“You should have learned by now to stay away from J—”

Calvin clears his throat with a loud “Ahem.” The interruption stops Chase’s quick retort to Doug as he turns around. Calvin has Jayden bent over his knee, the boy’s head lulls to one side clearly out of it as his torso is on full display one hand resting on Jayden’s throat and the other clearly wrapped around Jayden’s naked genitals and still squeezing Jayden’s utterly defenseless fruits.

“Now that I have your full attention Chase, I want to show you that every guy has a remote control button on him between the legs. I have found Jayden’s and used it in the right way, controlling him completely until he passed out. I’m still squeezing his balls…and not only did you fail to be his hero…I’m going to do the same thing to you,” Calvin rolls Jayden off his thigh so he lands on the tiles with a hard thunk as he ends his little speech.

Calvin stands up, and he places one foot on Jayden’s chest showing off his superiority over his fallen foe. The smile is wicked, and the red headed teen manages to show all of his pearly white teeth as he winks at Chase.

“First I am going to strip you…then I am going to crush your balls. I bet, judging by the small lump in your shorts that it will be very easy. You look like a small boy. Swimmers usually are. They got them tiny little bird eggs. It’s all that chlorine. It bleaches their hair…and shrinks their genitals.”

Calvin’s eyes seem to dance, as he motions for Chase to come closer with a flicking finger wave. His foot slides down Jayden’s abdomen and twists around his inner belly button with ease as Calvin’s gaze flicks lower looking at Jayden’s bloated and bruised nutsack.

Shrugging casually Calvin goes on to add, “Unless you want me to continue beating your little boyfriend here. I bet I can give him a nightmare that he will wake up from screaming like a girl…don’t you agree?” Calvin questions as his toes brush past Jayden’s small brush of black pubes and grabbing his cock between his toes, making it swing around like a helicopter. “Or maybe…a little wet dream? I bet that I can make him shoot in all directions…like a brown sprinkler.”

Chase leans all of his weight into Doug’s groin making him scream, the high pitch voice hurts their ears but he steps off of Doug allowing him to finally grasp his wounded balls, and protect what’s left in his singlet sack.

“F…fuuuuck!” Doug bellows, screaming against the tiles his lips almost touching the floor of the locker room. “G—go….get Ch—ase…god, my balls….ugghhhh!”

“Loser” Chase says under his breath as he rushes forward to face off against Calvin.

Calvin ready to tangle with the new opponent beckons him into the mist as he steps backwards into the showers and takes his foot of Jayden.

“Let’s see what you are made of.”

Chase rushes into the shower room after him saying “You won’t escape me that easily, Calvin. I always win at hide and seek!” A determined look in Chase’s icy blue eyes leads the way as he navigates into thick steam.

“Do you?” Calvin asks. A quick flash of Calvin’s leg flies up, Chase spots the attack and he is just quick enough to jump back but Calvin’s toes still make contact with both testicles as Calvin’s leg extends snapping through the air.

The pain starts in Chase’s groin and radiates to his throat as the air is sucked out of his lungs. All Chase can do is wheeze for breath, taking in the heat in steam as he doubles over. Chase is desperate to cup himself, in an attempt to mitigate the pain blossoming between his legs. This is not the first time that Chase has been kicked in the balls, but the power behind Calvin’s kick surprises and dismays Chase as he does not even want to think about a full force one.

Calvin bends down, a crooked grin in place as he admires his handiwork, “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? I’m no chump like Doug over there. And I am just getting started.”

Chase gasps for air as he musters up all the strength he has left from the solid hit to his balls. Chase’s eyes are blurry, but he has to take control of the situation as Jayden is still prone on the floor not moving. He takes an uneasy step forward, fumbling into Calvin whose arms open up to almost greet him like an old friend in a hug when Chase slams his head into Calvin’s gut sending both teen to the wet tiles below.

A small grunt comes from Calvin as Chase lands on top and he smiles through his pain, a look of triumph on his face as he presses Calvin to the floor hovering above him. Chase’s shirt starts to stick to his back from the heat and steam, clearly defining his muscles and he holds Calvin’s shoulders steady as he sneers down at him “I’ve got you now, Calvin.”

Calvin smirks, a coy smile tugging at his lips. “I wouldn’t be so certain.”

Chase feels Calvin’s legs move beneath him, and it’s then that he realizes far too late that his legs are on either side of Calvin’s giving him full advantage with his legs open for attack. A concerned looks creeps over his face as he says “W—wait don’t!” But it’s far too late.

With a snap of his leg, Calvin’s thigh moves upwards in a flash. Chase tries to stand up and doge the move but Calvin grips Chase’s wrists clutching his shoulders as he anticipates Chase’s exit strategy and Chase is forced to take the knee. The knee strikes Chase’s testicles sending an unbearable shooting pain through his nervous system. His body locks up, seizing as Calvin’s thigh crushes his right nut against his pelvis while everything else is smooshed and flattened.

“B—balls! Chase breathes out, his eyes widening in horror and face paling at the flattening of his groin. Chase crumples falling on top of Calvin, and descending down his knee like a slide groaning all the way.

Calvin chuckles and rolls Chase off of him and pins him to the floor knees holding Chase’s legs, and hands clutching at Chase’s wrists, restraining them uselessly by his sides.

“You should know…Jayden put up so much more of a fight then you. I thought you should know,” teases Calvin, his eyes playful and full of mischief as they gleam at his trapped adversary like a cat about to play with his food before devouring it.

Chase groans, twice in less than five minutes he has taken shots below the belt, and his balls pulse with painful throbs reminding him how delicate and sensitive his genitals are.

“…you…nnng…I’m going to get you…for this…” Chase gasps, as he tries to wiggle out of Calvin’s pin.

Calvin licks his lips, and moves his head down next to Chase’s ear so that he can whisper “Time to find out if you are a big boy…or a little boy.”

Tensing, Chase turns his head facing Calvin and stares deeply into his eyes. They are both so close that it almost looks like a lovers embrace. “Not…a chance!”

Chase bucks up sending his head crashing into Calvin’s sending him reeling backwards, grabbing the point of impact and wincing.

“You little…”

Using his freed arm, Chase sends a punch into Calvin’s shoulder, effectively not hurting him but unstabilizing his position on Chase and knocking him backwards onto his butt. Chase is soaked now, and he shrugs off his summer flowery open button down t-shirt and struggles to get onto his feet, losing on flip flop in the process. He turns finds Calvin already up and on his feet and rushing him. Chase just gets his hands up as Calvin presses him backwards against the tiled wall of the shower room and shooting forward another knee.

“No!” Chase yells, and this time twists his hips so that Calvin’s knee glances off his hip, leaving a small bruise but Chase will gladly take that over the alternative.

From out of the shower room, the two teens can hear Doug shouting “What’s happening in there? Calvin did you beat him yet? He fucking ruined my balls, man…fuck…my goddamn nuts.”

The two teens ignore Doug, as Calvin wraps his hands around Chase’s neck, constricting his fingers on Chase’s windpipe. Chase gasps once, hands pulling at Calvin’s arms as he digs in, banging on him silently to stop.

Calvin sneers, flicking back his red wet hair, which lazily almost falls back into place on his forehead. “How did you take Doug down, you are pathetic.” Calvin’s knee jumps up in between Chase’s legs, spreading them further out as he smashes Chase’s balls against his groin, again. Calvin’s thigh cleaves Chase’s legs apart like butter and solidly hitting both of Chase’s nuggets squarely.

Chase whimpers and loses steam trying to slide down the wall, but Calvin meanly holds the move grinding his knee into Chase’s nuts and forcing Chase up the wall so that his feet leave the floor. Chase’s last flip flop drops to the tiles below but Chase’s hardly notices as his big balls are crunched under his own body weight. Chase’s nuts have nowhere to go on top of Calvin’s well-muscled thigh, and the move crushes him from the top and the bottom.

This new pain is so intense that Chase’s eyes start to water. The reaction seems to be exactly what Calvin is looking for and he increases the pressure by jostling his leg, causing each ball to inflate back to their original shape before Chase’s body crashes back down on top of his own balls. Knees are the worst for Chase, and act like his kryptonite and he finally lets loose an almost girlish squeal and begs for Calvin to stop his relentless attack on his balls.

“Please, uuuuuuuughhhhh Calvin! St—stop! I…I’m begging…you!” The defeat in his blue eyes and the soft whimper of his bottom lip causes Calvin to shrug his shoulders.

“I guess, since you are so pathetic.”

Calvin allows Chase to fall, but not before nailing Chase one last time with a hard knee blast just as Chase’s toes touch the tiled floor. A solid squishing sound makes Calvin chuckle as his leg makes contact and Chase’s breathe whooshes out of him as he collapses. Chase’s nuts feel so worked out, and he grabs a hold of his big balls as he kicks his feet uselessly unable to stop or prevent the powerful feelings of excruciating pain throbbing in his cupped hands.

Standing over the swim captain Calvin chuckles “Now that was easy. Jayden actually put up a fight…you just didn’t have it in you…huh? Like I said before…must be your tiny balls.”

Chase can’t even answer him back, as he clenches his teeth. Chase’s eyes bulge, as he draws up his knees to his chest body folded into the fetal position as he clutches his brutally beaten big balls.

The redhead’s eyes light up as he surveys his handiwork, bending down low one hand on his hip and the other on Chase’s waist. At his touch, Chase’s body trembles in fear. Calvin clearly enjoying the moment asks “How do they feel, bud?” he asks, voice gravely. “Do you like it when I kick them…Jayden got hard. Are you?”

Chase only groans in response biting back a response that he wants to give, his hands never leaving his clutched and now protected balls.

“Oh, you are so quiet,” the redhead boy teases, a smug and knowing smile tugging on his lips as he leans in closer. “Does it turn you on…to be kneed, and dominated by me, a clearly superior athlete and one with a bigger sack on him?” Calvin mounts Chase, so that when he lowers himself Chase can feel the heavy bag and heat touch his hip. The big sack spreads across his skin, and as the low hangers roll across the valley of his hip and slip down the natural curve of his upper thigh and rest against Chase’s V, his eyes snap open. Calvin’s big ones are against his arm and he purrs in response stating “I love showing off guys like you…who thought they knew what big ones they had, only to realize that they are still little boys compared to me.”

The redhead’s smile grows wider as he watches and enjoys Chase’s agony. “It’s such a rush,” he says keeping his voice low so Doug cannot hear. “Kneeing right where it counts the most.” Calvin licks his top lip, a flash of pink and then his tongue is gone, his eyes never leaving Chase’s crumpled form. “It’s like…I have got their manhood in my hands, and I am crushing it…but in your case boyhood. The look on your face when you went down…so fucking priceless.”

Calvin’s hand slides down to cup Chase’s handhold, squeezing Chase’s balls with his own hand. Chase groans panting “No, fuck…no more…C—C …Calvin, stop…you said…you would…nooooo!” Calvin squeezes Chase harder, using each digit on Chase’s hand to sink in further into his own scrotum.

“Maybe…I will bust your balls again. After all” Calvin whispers, grabbing his own nuts in his free hand as he drags his sack up Chase’s body until he forces the swim team captain to stare directly at the handhold. “I have not stripped you yet, that could be fun another day. I do like taking a pic of my…victims.”

Chase gasps at the sheer volume in Calvin’s hand and he chuckles, standing up and finally letting Chase’s nuts go.

“Doug, stop playing with yourself over there. We finished what we came for, let’s go.”

“Dude...he busted me…so bad.”

Doug is still holding himself, and Calvin sighs grabbing one arm and yanking him to his feet. Doug hobbles, clearly unstable and leans against Calvin and his eyes blink several times.

“Man, Doug you funky as hell. Didn’t you shower this morning?”

“No man…forgot. I will later.”

Calvin pulls him along and just as Calvin’s fingers grab the handle of the door Chase takes one last shot at their retreating backs.

“I will…fuck you up the next time!” Chase pounds the floor with his fist, he’s on one knee, one hand pulling at the locker lock as he tries to drag himself to standing. “And next time, Calvin I will show you…how manly I am.”

Calvin whistles low and shoves Doug against the wall telling him to “Stay there.”

Chase runs a hand through his blonde hair, brushing it back as he grits his teeth. “I said…next time.”

“Why wait?”

Chase’s eyes widen in alarm as he takes a running start, crossing the locker room in record time legs pumping with the quickness of a running Cheetah ready to seize their prey. Chase felt a primal fear rising in his chest, and he turns to see if Jayden is up yet only to discover that he is still down, unconscious and of no use in preventing what is about to occur. Calvin’s eyes are on his crotch like a homing missile on it’s target and he knows that the next few moments are about to be pure agony.

Calvin’s thighs tense, and he swings up his bare leg back. The muscles ripple along Calvin’s calf, a promise of the pain that is about to come. His foot like a cannon, shoots forward with tremendous force the deadly weapon of each toe piercing forward in Calvin’s running start as the moment of impact causes pure agony. The crunch of Calvin’s toes finding their mark, nailing both testicles causes the sharp intake of his Chase’s breath, and the sickening smack that seems to echo across the entire almost empty locker room.

The world around Chase went white-hot with pain, as he doubles over his fingers sliding off of his handhold of the metal turning lock. His fingers cradle his bruised manhood, as his knees buckles giving way and dropping to the floor below. Doug laughs from somewhere far off, that Chase can’t concentrate on but Calvin’s howl of laughter hits him hard in the face.

“The way your nuts were crushed under my foot!” Calvin shudders, “Awful, right?”

Chase lay on the tiled floor, his eyes watering as he blinks up at the lights above from the intense throbbing pain.

Running around him for a moment in victory, Calvin pumps the air with his fist raised before settling back against the lockers and muses looking down at Chase’s crumpled form once more.

Calvin shakes his head saying “You good now…right?”

Chase just nods, not daring to say a word.

“If you’re not…you can always just say so. I could bash your kid balls in all day, Chase. Easy for me to do. Tiny nuts are hard to miss.”

Chase bites his bottom lip, Calvin’s words are almost as harsh as his blows to his manhood…almost.

“I need ice, let’s get out of here” Doug calls out.

Calvin rolls his eyes, and promises “Next time, it will be worse for you.”

This time, Chase does not dare utter a retort as they leave. Indeed he does not imagine that he will be getting up for a long, long time yet. He failed in saving Jayden, and what’s worse…Calvin plans on doing this again next time. Chase holding his precious big balls moans at the idea that this is going to be getting worse.

 

 

 

~End