The Saint Bernard Boys - Soccer Game: Part 2

Part 1

 

Paul and Sven were walking to the Soccer locker room. The two didn't say much on the way, but they didn't need to. There was nothing to communicate. Both knew they wanted to make Lucas pay for doing that to Cody. No one does that to Cody. Except maybe Cody's family, but that's a grey area. 

The two reached the locker room and Sven stepped in first. All of the soccer team was talking among each other, in their gold striped blue uniform. Laughing, joking. Stretching. Getting in the mood for a game that's coming soon. Sven found Lucas in the corner. The Hazel eyed Hispanic looked confident in the corner, his shirt off for the time being for whatever reason. His slim body looking more than fine, with a bit of hair. Not much hair, but enough to make him look like a man. Sven slammed his fist against a locker, startling everyone and turning their head to Sven.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen. First off, good luck on your game tonight. You best give them the patented Buffalo Stampede, am I right?"

The locker room erupted in woo's and hollers. Loud noises. Paul found Lucas in the corner, who looks like he's just seen a ghost. Paul glared at him and didn't take his eyes off Lucas the entire time.

"That's what I like to hear!" Sven said with passion. "Now, I know you guys are getting ready for the game. But I need a favor from you guys. Everyone... get the fuck out, please."

The locker room was quiet. They all stared at Sven. Sven smiled and walked up.

"Now, I know you guys aren't all scholars. But I know you guys aren't dumb. I said... GET... THE FUCK OUT!" Sven erupted as he hit the locker again. The soccer team is familiar with Sven and have heard many stories about his temper. None of them wanted anything to do with it and all started piling out. Paul's eyes followed Lucas who quickly put his shirt on and tried to blend in with everyone else. Everyone walked out, past Paul and Sven who were by the only entrance. When Lucas tried to get past them, Paul grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to the side.

"Not you Lucas." He spat at him, holding onto his collar, keeping his eye on him. Lucas looked down, breathing slowly and heavily. He knows he's in for some shit. Sven watched as everyone left the locker room. As the last piled out, Sven looked to make sure no one was sticking around. After a quick look around, he stood in front of Lucas. He didn't say much, and just watched as Lucas stood there, slouched. Looking and feeling small. He wasn't able to stand completely still.

"Hello Lucas."

"H-h-ello S-Sven." Lucas stuttered, looking down.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Stuttering Steve." Sven spat, standing uncomfortably close to Lucas. Lucas looked up at the towering Scandinavian. Both Sven and Paul were taller and stronger then Lucas, and it wasn't very hard to detect.

"S-sorry."

"That's better. Now... come here." Sven said, as he grabbed Lucas by the neck and dragged him to the opposite corner and threw him against the lockers.

Sven smiled at Lucas in a cold, calculating manner. Lucas stared at both of them, waiting for something to happen. All the meanwhile, he felt like his stomach was knotting itself.

After some uncomfortable silence...

"Take off your cleats please." Sven said, very calmly, which only made Lucas feel more uncomfortable. Lucas quickly raised his leg and undid his cleat on one foot, and threw it to the floor, then did the same with the other cleat.

"Thank you. Now pick them up and give them to me."

Lucas bent down and picked up his cleats and extended his arms, handing his cleats to Sven. Sven took them without a care and investigated them.

"Nice pair. Metal cleats too. These must really hurt, don't you think Paul?"

Paul nodded. "Yeah. I'd imagine they hurt... quite a lot..."

"For sure. Imagine these sharp edges digging into your skin." Sven said as he banged them together, making a clud. "These are meant for digging into dirt and mud, making it easy to run in otherwise strenuous environments. Now imagine these edges digging into skin and flesh like it were dirt. Twisting, mangling, cutting and shredding the skin. That must really hurt, don't you think Lucas?"

Lucas nodded, shaking. He looked utterly terrified.

"Now imagine that... but on your balls. You're most precious, delicate parts. A simple tap is enough to drop a man to his knees. But instead of just a tap... you dig into them with these sharp, unforgiving edges. Twisting your testicles... like a blender. That must be absolutely agonizing. Wait, that reminds me of something." Sven said, acting like he was trying to remember something. "Paul, that remind you of anything?" Sven asked, turning to Paul, with one cleat pointing towards Paul, bottom of it looking at his green eyed friend. Paul took the cleat, and looked at it.

"You know what... I think something's coming back to me now..."

"Guys, I'm sorry. I'll make it right, I-"

"Did I say ask for your input?" Sven said, interrupting Lucas. Lucas wanted to say something, but just resigned to a nod.

"Thought so." Sven said, as he smacked Lucas across the face with his own cleat. Lucas hit the locker, and held his face. He stumbled to the floor, hands over his face, where Sven just struck him.

"That's for stepping out of line." Sven said as he grabbed Lucas by his hair and pulled him up. Lucas whimpered as he was dragged to his feet by his own hair, one hand over his bruised face, the other over Sven's gripping hand. He looked into Sven's eyes with a terrified expression.

"Don't step out of line again, okay?" Sven said, very threateningly. Lucas furiously nodded.

"Good. Now, Paul. What did the thought of sharp metal cleats digging into sensitive body parts remind you of?"

"Hmmm... I remember standing in the hallway... oh yeah. And I remember Cody on the floor. And... Lucas was there too! What a coincidence..."

"Shocking." Sven added.

"And Lucas was... twisting his cleats into Cody's balls."

"Ouch, really?"

"Yeah. I remember it now. Clear. As. Day."

Sven turned back to Lucas and shook his head in a disapproving manner. "Lucas. Did you do that?"

Lucas looked at the two. Paul and Sven were staring at him, waiting for his response. Sven, calm cool and collected with a smile. He turned to Paul, who looked less so. You could see the annoyance on his face. He was gripping the cleat like he was just waiting to use it as a weapon. There was nothing Lucas could do but answer them.

Lucas gulped and nodded slowly. He braced himself.

"Wowzers. Ain't that some shit." Sven said turning to his friend. "Paul. What do you think we should do with this guy? He admitted his guilt, and his crime cannot go unpunished."

"You're right Sven. It... can not."

"Please guys, I-AWWWWwww..." Sven interrupted Lucas's plea by swinging the sharp end of Lucas's own cleats into his groin. Lucas cried out and slowly lost the air in his lungs as he doubled over. Sven then dragged the shoes against Lucas's scrotum, back and forth, then pulled back sharply, getting a loud sharp cry to belt out of Lucas's mouth. He fell to his knees doubled over.

"What did I SAY about stepping out of LINE!" Sven said, kicking Lucas in the side. He let out a grunt and fell to his side.

"I'm *gasp* sorry *coughing*"

Sven grabbed Lucas by his hair and brought him to his feet. Lucas grunted as he was dragged up. He brought both hands to his hair and squirmed. Sven threw Lucas against the lockers, still holding onto his hair. Sven threw his knee into Lucas's crotch, crushing his soft manhood against his pelvis. Lucas's soft soccer shorts did nothing to protect his delicate orbs, as evident from Lucas's eyes bulging out. Sven threw Lucas's head back against the locker and slammed the cleat into Lucas's abdomen. Sven threw Lucas to the floor who instantly curled up, making a moaning noise. Like he was fighting the urge to vomit all over the floor.

"Tell me Lucas. How does that feel? Hmm?" Sven taunted Lucas who was on the floor, holding his aching balls. His eyes were watering, his legs flailing.

"Damn, I don't think he can heard me. You wanna try and get to him?" Sven asked, turning to Paul. Paul was staring at Lucas. He smiled as he heard Sven's request. He bent down and shoved his hand into Lucas's face, digging it into the ground. Lucas squirmed as Paul twisted his hand into the ground. Paul then raised his hand, and with the other, beat Lucas's leg with the cleat. He raised the cleat again, and slammed it down. Over and over.

"AHHH!AHHH!AHHH!AAHHHAAAAHHOSTOP"

"WHY? WHY SHOULD I?" Paul screamed at Lucas as bruises started to form over his thighs and hips and hands that were trying to protect his legs.

"PLEASE! I'MSORRYIMSORRYFUCKSTOPPLE-" Lucas was pleading before Paul brought the shoe up and smacked him in the face with it. Lucas instantly brought his hands to his face, and protected his face from another strike.

Paul went onto the ground and moved his face right up to Lucas's covered expression "Don't fucking cry to me you fucking pathetic shit stain. You don't deserve to fucking cry to me. You don't FUCK with CODY! YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!"

Lucas was lying on the floor, covering his face. He was unable to respond to Paul in his current state. Paul grabbed Lucas by the throat and pulled him up against the wall.

"Look at me you worthless fucking piece of crap." Paul spat at Lucas. Lucas, with red eyes and face. They were staring at Paul as he was sitting over Lucas. One hand wrapped around Lucas's throat, the other holding Lucas's cleat with animosity.

Paul swung the cleat between Lucas's legs, crushing his poor testicles between the sharp cleat and his pelvis. Lucas tried to let out a scream but his throat was getting cut off by Paul's hand. Paul then took the cleat out and threw it to the side. He then sent the now free hand under Lucas's shorts and found his way to Lucas's testicles which were being cupped by his hands over his shorts. Lucas squirmed when he felt his balls get grabbed from underneath him. Paul pressed his hand together, and Lucas closed his eyes shut as his mouth opened in a silent scream.

"Open your fucking eyes and listen to me you fucking punk." Paul spat as he dug his nails into Lucas's huevos. Lucas instantly opened his eyes and stared at Paul. All Lucas knew in the moment was that things would be worse if he didn't do what was asked of him. And Lucas did not want to think about things getting worse then they are right now.

"If you ever touch Cody again, I swear by all that is good and holy I will fucking POP YOUR FUCKING NUTS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!!?"

Lucas nodded as best he could.

"I want to hear your weak fucking voice. DO YOU-" Paul twisted his hand. "UNDERSTAND-" Paul tried to break through Lucas's balls with his nails, but the meaty membrane of his testicles withstood the onslaught for the moment. "ME!"

Gasping, Lucas said "YESYESIDOIMSORRYIMSOsorrrypleheheaase." as best he could.

Paul snarled his lips and let go of Lucas's balls and throat. He stood up and slapped him with the hand that was just ripping into Lucas's manhood. Lucas fell to the floor, curled up, weeping. Paul stared at Lucas for a bit, collecting himself. Paul decided he wasn't done yet. He bent back down and grabbed Lucas's arms. Lucas had no power left and couldn't struggle. Paul lifted Lucas's #3 shirt off his body, now showing off his upper body. He next grabbed Lucas's shorts and jock strap, dragging both down with a single motion. Outside of his black socks, Lucas was completely naked. His balls were a mean shade of purple, and multiple welts were obvious all over his tanned body, and a nasty bruise was covering a side of his handsome Hispanic face.

Paul sent his hand to Lucas's cock and started rubbing it. Lucas opened his eyes and stared widely at Paul. 

"What are yIIIIIIIAHHAHH..." Lucas cried out as Paul sent his other hands to Lucas's intensely sensitive testicles. 

"You will shut up and do nothing else." Paul spat as he worked Lucas's cock. Lucas groaned and closed his eyes. He had no control of the situation any longer. 

Paul kept his eyes on Lucas's bruised face as it adopted several different faces. One of pure pain and discomfort, one of agony and good, one where he fluttered, and one where he remembered his situation, and had to reel himself back. Paul loved watching this. All of the control was in Paul's hands and he was happy with it. 

Sven stood behind Paul, watching. He also enjoyed this, for several reasons. One of which was, he was so glad to see this shit stain get what he deserves. 

As Lucas's dick started to swell, Paul started pushing his fingers into the meaty dough of Lucas's sore nuts. Lucas gasped and whined as he felt this, but it didn't curb his 8 inch monster. It was still growing, and had a mind of it's own; one separate of Lucas's mind which was overwhelmed with pain and embarrassment.  

Every few seconds, Paul closed his hand over Lucas's nuts, which caused Lucas to make a painful noise and become even more overwhelmed with testicular agony each time. This allowed Paul to milk the situation even longer. 

Eventually, no amount of play could control Lucas's dick. It began to erupt in a stream of gooey white, which shot straight up, and fell all over him, Paul and the floor. As his cum came out, Paul made sure to stop rubbing his cock, and instead send both of his hands to Lucas's balls, trying to close his hands around each individual orb. Lucas cried out a most terrifying cry and brought both of his hands to Paul's. Lucas's eyes rolled into the back of his head, as his face grew red and his veins began to bulge in his neck. Paul didn't let up until there was no more milk left in those balls. And then, he twisted and pulled, which made Lucas whimper out, unable to exert any more energy. Paul yelled as he snapped his hands back, extending Lucas's ball chords to their maximum, and letting go at the peak distance. Lucas fell forward, and curled up. He started weeping as he held his weak, swollen nuts as delicately as he possibly could. 

Soon, Paul turned to Sven.

"I think I'm okay." Paul said lowly.

"Better than he is, that's for sure." Sven said, looking down at the pathetic ball of weeping boyhood at their feet.

Paul shook his head and spat at Lucas before turning around. Sven followed him and the two left the locker room.

Sven looked back at Paul, and saw some white on him. "Yo, clean yourself up first. Got some... spunk on you.... here, here and here." Sven said, pointing it out. 

Paul brought a finger to a place where Sven pointed. He wiped it off and put it in his mouth. 

"Ew." Sven said. 

"Let me go to the bathroom and deal with it."

"All right."

Soon the two went out to the field. Not too many people were here yet. Game wasn't supposed to be for a bit. But both teams were on the field already, practicing. Eyeing each other out. A few kids from each team were socializing with each other, despite the differing uniforms. Reminds you it's all just a game, and the main goal was to have fun. Innocent, youthful fun.

"I hope Lucas throws up his fucking balls." Paul said out of nowhere. Sven laughed and shook his head.

"I hope so too buddy. Let's go get some a some good seats."

The two walked together and showed their Saint Bernard High School ID's to the ticket person. Students get in for free, and they sure as hell weren't going to pay to watch this shit.

The only seats available for the outdoor game was those made ready for them in the bleachers. The two found seats they liked. In the middle, somewhat high up, but close enough so everything was easy to see. Perfect seats.

The two sat down and didn't say much. Sven took out his phone and messed around, doing whatever it is Sven does on his phone. Maybe sending some naughty texts to a girl that isn't his girlfriend. Or maybe he's actually sending his girlfriend some naughty texts. You never know with Sven; he's a wildcard. Paul on the other hand, was sitting there, boiling in his thoughts. He was upset. He was worked up knowing Cody got pummeled like that. Paul isn't a stranger to seeing Cody get busted, so that isn't the issue. Hell, Paul's even gotten Cody a few times out of frustration before. Paul remembers distinctly that time he busted Cody when the two of them went shopping. He remembers how bad he felt then. But this was a different feeling. Paul also remembered that he's didn't stop his family from busting him, so this situation isn't really new to him. But this was different. This beatdown felt so much worse, and the fact that someone like Lucas busted Cody really eats at Paul. And Paul blamed himself too. He pushed Cody to go talk to her, and that led to him getting his balls stomped in. He doesn't like how that makes him feel. He feels responsible. Paul thought getting Lucas back would make him feel better, but he still doesn't feel resolved. Everything feels wrong.

"I'm gonna go find Cody." Paul said.

"Okay..." Sven said half paying attention. Then he shook his head. "Wait, no don't do that." Sven said putting his phone down.

"I want to go find him. I-"

"Dude, it's fine. Cody's a big boy. He's feeling better by now. Plus the poor kid just got his nuts mangled, he might want some space. He'll come by if he's feeling up to it, let him be."

"But, I wa-"

"Listen to yourself. You want to go find him because it will make you feel better. Not Cody. You want Cody to feel better, right? Help him?"

Paul nodded.

"Then let him feel better. You don't need to be there for that to happen. Just sit here and chill a bit. You got a bit heated in there."

Paul nodded. "Okay. You're right. Just need to... chill."

"Yeah. Maybe put in some earbuds and relax. What have you been listening to recently?" Sven asked Paul, knowing Paul loves his music.

"I just started listening to Father John Misty a couple days ago. Seems pretty decent, I think I'll grow to really like him."

"You got some earbuds on you?"

"Of course."

"Put them on, close your eyes and drift off. The world won't fall apart while you're gone."

Paul smiled and nodded. He took out his phone and earbuds and listened to Sven's advice. Sven gives pretty decent advice sometimes.

Time passed and Paul was feeling better. People started piling in, the game was starting soon. Sven was looking around when he saw Cody from a distance away. He was walking a bit carefully, but seemed to be fine otherwise. Sven stood up and waved.

"CODY! OVER HERE!"

Cody turned and saw Sven. Cody smiled and waved and made his way over. Paul felt Sven stand up and turned to face him. He saw him waving and turned to figure out the situation. He saw Cody and smiled. He took his earbuds off and pocketed them.

"Sup guys." Cody said, in a much better mood then he was before.

"Hey Cody? How's it hanging dude?" Sven asked.

"It's hanging. Feeling better. Thanks Sven."

"Don't thank me, it's all good."

Cody sat next down next to Paul. Cody did so carefully, and held his manhood as he did so.

"Not feeling that much better, I see." Paul said playfully.

"Well, it's still sore, yeah. But I'm feeling fine. Look!" Cody said, giving an overenthusiastic smile. Despite the bruise on his cheek, which wasn't as bad as Paul thought it would be, Cody's pearly whites for on display all the world to see. Paul laughed at Cody.

"Smile as bright as the sun."

"And balls as big as the sun too." Sven said, getting everyone to laugh. "Jesus Cody, I did not expect to see such meatballs when you moved your hands."

"Can't not mention the Sausage." Paul joked.

"That too, damn bro. I bow to thee." Sven said, bowing with his body and hands.

"Thanks." Cody said laughing.

"That's why they're so sensitive. Big balls like those must hurt. So much more surface area, makes sense." Paul added.

"It wouldn't surprise me. Maybe we should compare Cody with Justin to confirm."

"I'd wipe the floor with that chump." Cody said. Paul and Sven laughed at the confidence of Cody.

"Is that so?" Paul asked.

"Oh for sure. You saw it with your own eyes. I am a BEAST!" Cody said, emphasizing the beast. However, it didn't make him sound like a beast. It was actually pretty adorable.

"You are, by far, the cutest beast I've ever seen." Paul said.

"I am the cutest anything you've ever seen, come on. I could be a potato and I'd still be sexy." Cody said smirking. Paul raised his eyebrow. Cody does have a point he thought.

"I don't think I've ever seen a potato and thought 'Damn. That's one sexy ass potato.'" Sven said erupting in laughter as he finished. Paul and Cody joined in.

"That's because you aren't Irish. If you were Irish, you'd see potatoes in a different light."

"You're Irish?" Paul asked Cody.

"I think so. Dad's side, I think."

"Wait, so the Irish find potatoes sexy. Does that mean Mexican's find taco's sexy?" Sven asked.

"No, Mexicans find taquitos sexy." Cody corrected Sven.

"So, what do Scandivians, such as myself, find sexy?"

"You find scenic mountain ranges sexy as fuck." Paul replied.

"You know, that is actually true. I fucking love me a mountain range. The way they stand all erect, stretching the ground. Covered in white... mmm..." Sven said licking his lips.

"Fucking creep." Cody said.

"You're calling me a creep? Potatoes make your dick hard."

"That's because they are perfect. Can fit in your hand, carry it around. It can be used as weapon, it can fill you up. You can bake it, mash it. It goes great with butter. I could go on."

"I didn't know you find utility to be a key character trait in defining something's sexiness." Sven replied.

"You sure as hell don't. You find mountains hot. All they're good for is hiking, getting lost, and keeping out Alexander the Great."

"I... don't think that's historically accurate..." Paul said, unsure.

"Yes it is."

"No, I do-"

"Shhhhh..."

"Are yo-"

"I can't hear you over my inflated sense of confidence."

"You wh-"

"Lalalalala."

Paul grabbed Cody and the two grappled a bit on the bleachers. Cody and Paul laughed as the two horsed around a bit. Both forgot about Cody's increased sensitivity until Cody feel back onto the seats behind him. The sudden movement and falling of his body put extra pressure on his nuts. He cried out.

"Oh my balls, they're still sore. OOoo my balls." Cody said. Paul moved off him and started laughing a bit.

"Oh shit, my bad I forgot. You okay?" Paul asked as he stood up.

"Yeah, I'm okay..." Cody said, cupping himself. Paul helped Cody up back to the seat.

"You sure you're okay?" Paul asked caringly.

"Yeah..." Cody said, looking at Paul. Paul smiled and patted Cody's back. Cody smirked and sent a hand to Paul's nuts. Quick sacktap. Paul grunted and dropped to his knees.

"Awwww..."

"That's a bit of payback. Nut pain must be paid with nut pain." Cody said, rubbing Paul's black hair. Paul glared up at Cody.

"Those are the words I live by... haha." Paul croaked as he sat back down, cupping himself too.

"Oh, we know. Speaking of which..." Sven said, pointing towards the field. Paul and Cody followed Sven's finger and found what he was looking at. Lucas was on the field.

"Jesus... is that Lucas?" Cody asked, unsure.

"Yup... that's the asshat." Paul said.

Lucas was standing up, stretching out by himself. His face had a mean bruise. And it had an outline, like someone recently stomped his face with cleats. He tried to jog, but he was slow. Every movement looked like pain for him. He couldn't keep it up, and had to kneel down. He laid his head to the floor, then rolled onto his back.

"Did you guys do that to him?" Cody asked, turning back to Paul and Sven.

Sven put on a small smile and nodded, still staring at Lucas. Paul's face was more stoic, but turned to face Cody. He nodded too.

"I wasn't gonna let him get away with what he did to you."

Cody looked into Paul's green eyes carefully. Paul stared at Cody, somewhat unsure, but trying to look confident. He looked deeply into Cody's hazel eyes, waiting for a response of any kind.

Cody looked away, then turned down. He appeared to be in thought. He looked up at Lucas who was still on his back. Cody was unsure on how he felt. On one hand, Cody isn't the type to really want to fight fire with fire. Two wrongs don't make a right, was one color in his head. But the other color told Cody that Lucas probably deserved it. The two colors created a quandary in Cody's head.

But Cody turned back to Paul and smiled. He moved his hand to Paul's knee and held it for a bit. He knew he was glad Paul was looking out for him, and he wanted Paul to know that. Paul felt relieved as he felt Cody's hand. He held his own hand over Cody's. The two interlocked their hands. It was a warm moment.

"Excuse me..." Sven said, standing up. He walked past the two and walked down the bleachers. He went as low as he could towards the bottom of the bleachers. He was in front of a fence as he called over someone he assumed was important on the opposing team. He picked number 17.

"Hey. Number 17." Sven said loudly. Number 17 turned around and saw Sven. Sven waved him to come over, and number 17 did so. Sven leaned on the fence in front of him.

"Hey, want to do me a favor?" Sven asked.

Number 17 looked at Sven. Number 17 was a black boy with short hair and brown eyes. He was a bit over average height and slender.

"What is it?"

"You see that kid over there? The one who's looks like he's going to be sick." Sven said, pointing to Lucas. Number 17 followed Sven's finger and found him pretty quickly. Lucas's back was to them, number 3. He had his hands on his knees. His head was hanging.

"Number 3?"

"Yeah."

"Kick him in the balls when you see an opportunity."

Number 17 turned back to Sven. He raised his eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Not at first.

"Why should I? What's in it for me?"

Sven smirked. "What's your name?"

"Chris."

"Chris? If you do this for me Chris, not only will you have my gratitude, but I'd owe you one. But, I imagine that doesn't mean much to you, considering you don't know me. Which I get. So, along with my gratitude and an I.O.U... I'll pay you."

"How much?"

"How does a 20 sound?"

"40."

Sven raised his eyebrow. "You want 40?"

"Yes."

Sven stared at Chris for a few moments.

"30."

"Deal."

Sven smirked and got off the fence.

"You'll get the 30 after the game."

"How do I know you won't gyp me?"

"I'll give you a 10 now. 20 later. Sound okay?"

"Sure."

Sven reached into his pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a 10 and dropped it over the fence. Chris caught it, and hid it in his hand.

"Don't lose that. You aren't getting another."

"Gothu." Chris said, running back to his team. Sven smirked and turned around, pocketing his wallet. He walked back up the stairs and made his way to Paul and Cody.

The game started, and the crowd was cheering for the home team. The home team did their best to make the home crowd happy, and the opposing team did their best to not care about what the crowd thinks. Except for one person on the opposing team. Number 17, Chris. He cared about the crowd more than most, because he accepted a bribe to do something for a member of the crowd. He kept an eye on number 3 the entire time. His bruised face, his slow painful walk. Cringing with every movement, and for some reason already cradling his nuts despite Chris not doing his job yet.

Chris played the game as he should, but never lost number 3. He kept himself in a position that if he got into possession of the ball, he could just run at number 3 without it looking too weird. He wasn't too sure how he was going to kick him, but he really wanted that extra 20. He wanted a chicken dinner tonight.

Chris didn't have to wait too long before the opportunity came to him. He got possession of the ball, and turned around. He ran across the field, kicking the ball with him along the way. He ran right at number 3, who really wished he wouldn't have to do anything this early. But Lucas saw number 17 running at him. He let out a whimper and tried his best to stand in front of him, despite the agony he was in. Lucas was a team player, and he intended to at least try. Chris smiled as he saw Lucas position himself. Chris ran at Lucas, Lucas gingerly moved towards Chris. Chris stopped in front of Lucas and went for a bit of a juke, to which Lucas was unable to move swiftly enough to follow. Chris sighed and realized he kinda just has to go for it. He kicked the ball in front of him softly, moving it closer to Lucas. Then, Chris in a very unscrupulous and obvious move, missed the soccer ball entirely and straight up kicked the living fuck out of Lucas's balls with his own cleat. Chris's foot rose through the air, and Lucas saw it coming in slow motion.

Lucas watched as Chris's foot missed the ball entirely, and come crashing up between his legs. Lucas's eyes bulged out as he realized what was happening. He threw his hands down to try and protect himself, but he was too slow. His hands got to his groin just after Chris's toe end of his cleat struck his already so sore and swollen testicles with purpose. The cute Hispanic boy, who's balls were already in a terrible state, felt them crash into his pelvis under the agonizing pressure of a soccer player's cleats. The kick not only created an explosion to ravage his body, but the kick raised his entire bulge in his blue soccer shorts up and also raised his voice an octave. Lucas's un-masculine cry was in stark contrast to the very masculine reason to which he instantly collapsed to the floor as Chris's cleat left his crotch.

"Shit, my bad." Chris said loudly, trying to pretend like it was an accident. He raised his hands and took a step back.

"What the fuck was that?" Paul said laughing. 

"That had to of been intentional." Cody said shaking his head.

The boys could hear Lucas's cries and moaning all the way from where they were sitting. It was loud and sad. Lucas was rolling on the floor, dry heaving. The coach ran onto the field to comfort his star player, but Lucas was unable to be comforted. He was on his side, making retching expressions. He kept on bobbing his head, like he were about to vomit. One hand cupping his nuts. And then Lucas defecated on the field, unable to keep it in anymore.

"Eeeeee..." Cody said cringing. "Not saying he didn't deserve it but..."

"He deserved it." Paul asserted.

The coach signaled something, and soon a stretcher came on field. They carefully placed Lucas on it and carried him off. Lucas was on his side, hands buried in his crotch. His face was red and he was still making painful noises. Lucas was crying, and everyone watched his embarrassment as he left the field on a stretcher, nursing his manhood. It was an experience no one at the field was going to forget anytime soon.

A girl ran up to the stretcher. She had blond hair, short tan shorts and a large white shirt on.

"Is that Mel?" Paul asked, nudging Cody.

"Yeah. Checking up on her boyfriend..."

She looked at him, and talked with him on the way. Well, talked at him, really. Lucas was in no position for a back and forth. She twirled around and angrily walked away soon after.

"Shit, what was that about?" Cody asked.

"I've no clue... go find out." Paul nudged Cody.

"What? I can't."

"Why not? What's Lucas going to do about it? He's on a stretcher. Plus, he won't be messing with you anymore. Trust me."

Cody stared at Paul. He turned his head and watched as Mel stormed off the field. He thought he knew where she was heading. He nodded, turning back to Paul.

"Okay." Cody said, standing up and walking away. He stopped himself, and turned around, heading back to Paul. Paul raised his eyebrow. Cody smiled and raised his fist. Paul smiled and pounded it. Cody turned back around, and made haste. Paul smiled and looked back to the field. Then turned to Sven, who was smiling at him.

"What?" Paul asked.

Sven shook his head. "Nothing. Glad to see Lucas getting carried away."

"Yeah. And that kick was totally deliberate, like what the fuck." Paul said laughing. "The kid literally just straight up punted him in the dick, without even trying to kick the ball. Well, he did try and kick the ball. Just not the soccer ball"

"Yeah, I know. Paid him to do it."

"You what?"

"Yeah, I paid him. 30 bucks."

Paul looked at Sven wide eyed. He looked surprised. "Wow."

"I thought it'd be funny. I was right." Sven said laughing.

"Well, you aren't wrong." Paul said laughing. "And fucker earned it."

"For sure."

The game continued shortly after the vomit on the field was dealt with. The game was a basic High School soccer match, with nothing noteworthy occurring any further. It was fun, and hype. But nothing you guys want to hear about. But, if you are interested, the outcome was 4-2 in favor of the Saint Bernard Buffalo's. And if you're interested in hearing what happened next... well, just let your imagination run wild.