Lenny's Blog: You really messed up everything

This is the second 1st person story I will publish! I'm very proud of this one, and honestly I think it's the best one I've written so far. I REALLY hope you guys like it, and please... any feedback would be appreciated. I love this story, and is the first story I finished. Hope you guys enjoy!

Walking down the street of my High school, listening to my favorite song with my earbuds in.

“You really messed up everything…”

Most everyone else is talking to their friends, being social and all that. I’m not.

“You really messed up everything…”

It’s not that I don’t have friends, it’s just I prefer to listen to music instead of talk to most people. Most people make me uncomfortable, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say or do, or any of that.

“If you could take it all back again…”

But there are some people I make exceptions for. Some people I go out of my way to interact with. What makes these people special?

“Strike up the Tinderbox…”

They are the beautiful people.

“Why should I be good if you’re not…”

They are the people I look at and admire. People I want to grab, I want to caress. The boys I want to have all to myself. The boys I want to hurt.

“This is a foul-tasting medicine…”

Being in high school there are a lot of people I want to do that to, so many hot boys. So many asshats who I know deserve it. So many sweet guys who I want to see squirm in pain with a look of perplexion and desperation on their faces.

“Foul-tasting medicine…”

There’s one that’s been on my mind more than the rest. And he’s just as anti-social as me.

“To be Trapped in your Ful Stop…”

I see him walking away from school the same time same direction same way same swagger every day. Here is where the song transitions.

“Truth will mess you up…”

His name is Matthew, green eyes, light brown hair

“Truth will mess you up…”

Tall, curves where they should be, glasses

“Truth will mess you up…”

No self-esteem, no friends

“Truth will mess you up…”

I take my earbuds off so I can admire him walking on the other side of the road without any more distractions. The song is getting too intense for me.

He’s walking away from where everyone else is having fun. He’s fit and hot, amazing hair that stays out of the way of his well manufactured face, but teeters on the edge so that he has to flip it out of his eyes sometimes. It curves. It’s wavey. High and defined cheekbones. Face of a model honestly. Jawline isn’t square though, but it doesn’t need to be. His boyish good looks, his hair, his beautiful emerald eyes, his fit body. Everything else he has going for him. He has glasses too, but they honestly make him look better. Gives off a indescribable vibe that makes him that much sexier. I want to say nerdy, but it’s not the right word. He comes off as nerdy, but it’s not the glasses. Makes him look more sophisticated maybe… but I wouldn’t say nerdy. But what I do know is that I want him. I want him, and for some reason no one else wants him. Or if they do, he’s just ignored them. I’ve never seen him willingly talk to anyone, don’t think he has any friends honestly. I’ve’nt the slightest idea why. He’s a face and body most everyone here should either envy or lust for. He just must not do very well with people. We’re both seniors, I’m sure he’s already 18 as I’ve seen him smoke cigarettes every now and then, but only recently. And I turned 18 last month, in April. It’s May now, and we’ll be graduating soon. I’ve got to make my move soon.

I put my ear buds back in

“The Truth will (All the good times) mess you up…”

“Oh take me back… take me back again…”

I’ve thought about it last night, and I know what I’ll do today. I’ve got myself a plan. I left my last class early just to make sure I get to sit outside and wait for him, so I can focus on the plan, and so I don’t have to awkwardly position my erection that’s becoming quite annoying. I take out my phone and put on a song and look into the selfie camera option thinige. I’m wearing red basketball shorts and a matching red t-shirt. I’m not bad looking I think, black hair, brown eyes nothing special. But I work out as often as I can without overtasking myself. And both my parents are quite attractive, and they’ve passed some of both of them down to me, so my face isn’t anything to sneeze at. Square jaw, prominent cheekbones, decent hair. I’m pleased with myself. But it’s hard to focus on anything that isn’t Matt. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was excited. I’ve never had an experience with someone like this before. Never had an experience like this in general before actually.

I look over to see if people are piling out yet. Not everyone, but there are these 3 guys getting into what looks like a heated argument by the doors. All 3 are football players I think, they look familiar. Strong guys, pretty bulky. 2 of them seem to be on the same page against the other one. The other one is blonde with blue eyes, not too bulky either which suits my style. Like my boys lean. Just like Matt.

I’d love to bust the football player. Blond and cute, sexy body. Almost on cue, one of them grab him by the shoulders and rams their knee into his white nike shorts. I can see his bulge outlined while being flattened by the lucky bastards knee. I can’t hear due to the music, but I see his mouth make a shape as though it were screaming in pain.

“Everyone…”

He collapses to the floor

“Everyone around here…”

Squirming, both hands trying to comfort his jewels

“Everyone is so near…”

Coughing, crying, gagging

“It’s holding on…”

It’s so fucking hot

“It’s holding on…”

He’s rolling back, with one hand inside his pants the other arm by his forehead, closed fist salute. The other two spit on him and walk away.

“Everyone…”

I move my 7 incher so that it’s under the waistband of my briefs.

“Everyone is so near…”

He tries to crawl his way to the building to sit against. Try, being key

“Everyone has got the fear…”

He can barely move. He starts gagging again. I might just cum from this alone

“It’s holding on…”

I see him vomit on the floor near the school

“It’s holding on…”

He rolls off next to his excrement and just lies there, face down, one hand cradling his balls under his shorts the other over his head, hiding his humiliation. People start leaving school now, and I take my earbuds off so I can focus on finding Matt. Unfortuante that I stop listening just as the song gets good, but a man has to set his priorities straight.

A horde of humanity leaves the building, some looking at the crushed stud on the floor and pointing. Some guys cringing, others laughing. And some are confused. And others are turned on. I see Matt in the midst of it all. He’s wearing very tight jeans that display his prominent bulge and every other curve on his sexy lower body. Wearing a t-shirt, very basic. But it makes him hotter than normal somehow. He doesn’t even look at the spectacle to the left of him. He just starts walking the same path he always does, acknowledging people as little as he can. Entirely indifferent. I stand up awkwardly and make sure my dick is still in its holster, and waddle awkwardly towards him. I wait for there to be some distance between him and everyone else. After a few moments and some safe distance between everyone else, I attempt to capture his attention by the only way I could possibly do so...

“Hey Matt!”

He just keeps on walking…

Well shit, that was all I had.

“Hey, your name is Matt, yeah?” I say again, this time with more enthusiasm but far less confidence

He turns and looks around. He seems bewildered.

“Your name is Matt, right?”

He looks at me like I’ve asked him if he’s familiar with our Lord and savior Jesus Christ.

“I always see you walk the same way. My house is on the way, I was thinking we could talk along the way. I know nothing about you!” I try to say with sincerity and even add a smile at the end to establish my intentions.

He nods and keeps on walking. After a step and a half Matt stops and looked back at me, almost like he’s not sure what the protocol is here. He forces a half smile. It’s kinda adorable honestly and warms my heart a bit. I find awkward boys cute.

I skip as I can, and catch up to him and we start walking in unison.

“So your name is Matt right?” I ask to try and get my plan going.

“…Yeah, that’s right…” He says with a tone of confusion like I just discovered his secret identity somehow.

“Good, it’d be mighty awkward if it weren’t.”

That got a chuckle out of him.

He looks at me “And your name is…?”

I tell him

Matt smiles “Your parents didn’t try any harder than mine, right?”

That made me smile. Funny kid, I like him already.

“So you’re a senior, yeah?”

“Yeah, senior.” He says

“Me too, I’ve been here for 4 years, but haven’t talked to you. It’s a shame, you seem pretty decent.”

Another smile comes out of him. This is working better than I thought it would.

“So, why all of a sudden you wanna talk?” Shit, he see’s through my facade. I panic for some reason

“Well... ummm… obviously I’ve devised a plan to woo you and then rape you, and so far I’ve done a decent job with the first part… just looking for an alleyway now…”

Well done

He raises his eyebrow and looks at me. I keep a straight face because I’ve no idea what to do.

He laughs and looks back striaghtwards.

Now I think about what to do next and how to go about this. Just have to casually invite him to my house right after I told him I want to woo then rape him. With no promise of a wine or a dine first either. My house isn’t too far from here, and I’m not a good thinker on the spot

“Hey wanna come over to my place?”

“All right”

…

This has exceeded my expectations.

We get to my house, and now everything from here is piss.

“Just leave your everything anywhere, don’t matter. Parents aren’t home.”

He nods and takes off his bag on the chair by the door. Now to bring him to the basement

“Hey, you play games?”

“Like what?”

“I’ve got myself the latest next generation gaming console downstairs”

“Cool Beans”

Fucking. Piss. Easy.

I go downstairs first and jog a bit faster than I normally would so I can get my shit together before he gets here. I go around the doorway, grab a bat and wait.

I hear him coming down the stairs. He gets to the bottom and turns.

“Hey, where are you?” I firmly grasp my bat.

…Wait, where the fuck is he?

“Hello?” I hear him call in the distance. Oh for fucks sake.

“Wrong way mate, that leads to the yard”

“Whoops”

I hear him walking towards me. He’s walking past me now. Moment of truth.

I swing my bat like my life were depending on it, and connect with his lower leg.

He crumbles to the floor and turns to face me. A look of confusion and fear in his eyes. The image of this hot boy on the floor in front of me, posturing in a very genuine way.. very true. Not thinking, just doing. He's living the moment. Owning it.

“Told you I was gonna rape you kid”

Holding his right leg, he tries to crawl away but I’m having none of it. I punt him in his face like it were a football, dead on. He falls backwards, dazed and confused. I eye his bulging jeans and I take my opportunity.

I golf swing the aluminum bat between the goal posts.

THWACK

His upper body springs up, hands grabbing the bat, eyes bulging, breathe leaving his mouth in an exaggerated O

I kick the bat into his balls, and he groans loudly, hunching over further. I take the bat away and almost take him with it. He stays in place though and holds his testicles.

I throw the bat away and with a clang it hits what was once a next generation gaming console, but is now just a gamecube.

I look at him. Sexy, and hunched over. Hand's over his groin, comforting himself.

“Tell you what man, let’s play a little game. 1v1, you vs me. Fight, yeah? Rules are there are no rules, whoever gives loses. Oh, and the other rule is you’ve got to take you shirt off. Best of 3, when you lose the first round you’ve got to take jeans off too. Seems more fun that way.”

A look of concern is present in Matt’s eyes as he wipes away his tears. Puppy dog eyes.

“Either that or I beat you with my bat. Up to you darling. While you make you mind up, I’ma go put some music on. It gets me fired up, so maybe it will you too.”

I go over to the speakers and connect my phone. I turn my back to the speakers so I can look at Matt. He’s on his knees, with an obvious preference to not put too much weight on his right leg. His hands are cupped over his balls as he sniffles. Pathetic

“Hey, you want music with words or some Jazz? Only those two options and yes I want you to pick. If you’re going to get raped, the least I can do is give you the option of the tune.”

“…”

“Say that again, mate” I ask sarcastically.

“…”

I chuckle “All right, either you pick or it’s going to get a lot worse for you.”

“Jazz…”

“Good boy…”

I put on some Charles Mingus, and put the phone down.

“All right take your shirt off and let’s get at it.”

He stands on his left leg, winces as pressure is put on his right one, and hops to his feet with one hand still over his bulging crotch. He bends over at the waist, and his other hand is over his stomach now, soothing the dull ache. I’d tell him to hurry, but I love watching him struggle. He looks up at me, pleading me to have mercy. I signal him to hurry with hand motions and he looks disappointed. Like that was going to ever work

He's so hot. His jeans hug his lower half exactly how you'd want it to. His face is genuine. A genuine expression of emotion. He's scared. He's confused. He's vulnerable. He's so sexy.

Still hopping on one leg, he takes off his white tee, revealing his amazing body. Not too buff, but muscles where they should be, 6 pack abs too, and not bulging too much anywhere outside of his crotch which is thankfully no longer protected by his hand. He is having trouble taking his shirt off and it gets stuck on his head. I laugh. Way too easy

I take a running start and punt him in the balls, lifting him off the ground with no remorse for his well being. Tip of my foot crushing his nuts, bulge flattened. I feel his balls on my foot, and they feel so soft, so inviting. So delicate. I’m already addicted

He falls instantly with his hands still over his head, unable to move due to his own inability to remove a fucking shirt. It’s almost comical how pathetic this is. Writhing on the floor, legs crawling up, his ass going with it. With his good leg, his toes are on the floor with his face still face down. He’s uneven, but trying to do anything to relieve himself. But it’s not gonna happen.

“Tell you what, I’ll take pity on you. I’ll take your shirt off for you, because you’re obviously too daft to do it yourself.”

I go over to him and pull the shirt off his head mostly effortlessly. His glasses come off with his shirt. As soon as he got the freedom, his hands went straight to comfort himself, rolling around, in an attempt to cope the overwhelming pain I hope he’s feeling. From his facial expression, his abs clenching, and animal noises coming out of his mouth, I'd say he's in quite a lot of displeasure. And it’s just going to get better from here.

I go find his glasses, and come back to Matt. I flip him over so I can admire him from the face side. His eyes squinted shut, mouth clenched, face red.

“AHHHHH” he lets out as he squirms even more. He tries to roll over, but I put my foot on his chest to keep him in place. My other leg on the other side of him, me looking down at him with a smile and an obvious erection. His legs cradled up, his hands holding his nuts. He opens his eyes

“Put back on your glasses. You look better with them on.” As I say this I drop them on him. They lie there where I dropped them and he ignores them.

“I said PUT THEM ON” I scream as I stomp on his abs with my free foot, riding him like a skateboard. This gets the message across. He looks at me pitifully with mercy in his eyes

“Please…”

I smirk

“Say pretty please”

“Pretty please!” he blurts out almost faster than I could ask him

“Pathetic” I say, as I get off his defined, masculine body.

He rolls on his side in the fetal position. I think I see tears on his face

I kick him in the bare chest, and a loud SMACK engulfs the room.

“Proper hurt my foot did that” I say, wincing a bit. He lays there mostly un-phased.

I walk around and grab his legs by the ankles. He’s still holding his balls as I raise his legs well over his head. He looks at me and shakes his head. He really does look better with glasses, it’s amazing.

I kick his fingers from the front in an attempt to get them off his balls, but despite the finger trauma, he keeps them there.

I shrug and jump as high as I can onto his solar plexus.

All the breath leaves his body and he struggles to breathe. I stay ontop of him. I smile, spit on his face and get off.

Matt rolls over onto his stomach. I stand looking at him. One hand on his gonads, other on abs. Gasping for breath.

This is turning me on like nothing I’ve ever seen.

After he catches his breath

“WHY!” he screams into the floor.

He turns his head and looks into my eyes

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!” he screams at me, tears in his green as grass eyes.

“Because you’re pathetic Matt. You’re a loner, and no one fucking cares about you. But what makes you different from all the others is that you’re just so much fun to look at” I say as I walk over to him and grab him by the hair. I lift him by the hair, and he begrudgingly raises.

“Stand up” I say to him

He does as he’s commanded, my left hand still grabbing his hair. He looks defeated.

With my right hand I punch Matt as hard as I can in his babymakers, flattening his bulge in his jeans. I feel his dick and balls under my knuckles. He bends over at the waist and tries to fall, but I refuse to let him as I pull on his hair. I grind my knuckles into his nuts, and feel his balls squish back and forth. It's so sensual.

“…Please stop…” Matt pitifully spited out.

“You give?”

“Yes, please…”

“All right. Fight one over. Gather yourself and take your jeans off” I spit at him as I throw him to the floor

He stays on the floor for a few minutes, and I let him. Seeing him write on the floor is almost as hot as causing him to writhe on the floor.

And I'm quite enjoying the music playing. Jazz is so relaxing, feels very real. Very genuine. And Mingus is a master at work. Such a talent, it's a shame he isn't more well known.

After a few he starts to get up, no longer nursing his leg.

“Jeans, c’mon Matt, take ‘em off”

Hesitantly, he unzippers them. He looks up pathetically and gulps. He lowers them and reveals the goods. He’s wearing yellow American eagle boxerbriefs that do wonders for his huge package. Clearly outlined are his two (what I’m assuming are swollen) large testicles and (What I’m assuming is 6 inches flaccid) cock layered horizontally above his low hanging balls. One hand massaging his bruised balls. One of the sexiest images I’ve ever seen, and it’s mine. He’s mine for the punishing. Curves where they should be, muscles where they should be, hairless body and hairless legs. Beyond handsome face. A specimen, and I can feel my cock grow at the sight.

“All right pretty boy, let’s go.”

I start walking towards him and he assumes a defensive position. I decide to have a bit of fun.

“Hey watch this” I say, as I hold out the 2 finger peace symbol. I then turn it and manage to poke him in his eyes under his glasses, which honestly impressed me.

“FUCK” he says as he is blinded momentarily. I walk around him and crouch on one leg. I swing my arm behind me, then as hard as I can uppercut him from behind with my biceps. WWE style.

“OOOF” he says as he loses all his breath and bends over. I keep my arm in place, and shove it up once, twice, thrice. Feeling his nuts on my arm, trapped between my biceps and his pelvis. Quite literally between a rock and a hard place. Then for the fourth time, I raise it up and bring him up with me as he is lifted. I take my arm out as he falls to his knees, cradling his scrambled eggs. Gagging, unable to breathe properly. I walk over to his frontside and see his hair over his eyes as his head is looking down. I lift him by his underarms and throw him against the wall.

He slumps down as he hits the wall hard. I pick him up again the same way I threw him, grabbing him under his arms. But this time I raise his arms over his head. He looks at me pleadingly. He's so scared. He just wants to stop hurting.

I ram my knee into his balls, which causes him to make a high pitched whimper.

I knee him again

And again

I feel his balls crushed under my kneecap, and it feels so so good. His precious plums, crushed. The feeling of his manhood being mauled by my knee, them squishing, molding under the pressure. So easy too. Just one simple movement, and unbearable, unsurmountable pain. And all caused by me. It’s exhilarating.

And now I look at him. He’s trying to slouch down, but he can’t. He’s crying, weeping.

“I’d punch you in the face, but I wouldn’t want to ruin my view.”

I instead punch him in his abs, eliciting a loud groan. I then grab him by the balls, and his eyes start bulging out of their sockets. I pull him towards me and he has no choice but to follow. I squeeze, and feel his soft, squishy, weak balls mold to my grasp. It feels like dough.

“..fuck...” he whimpers as tears continue strolling down his eyes. His hands on my wrist, praying for me to let go. I increase the pressure.

“AAAAAHHH” he cries into the air as he wraps his arms around me. It's like he's hugging me. Stockholm Syndrome kicking in sooner than I thought.

He would fall if it weren’t for me holding him by the balls. Limping towards the floor. I increase the pressure and dig my fingernails into the squishy orbs. I twist and turn my hand as he's screaming into my shoulder as I feel his tears and saliva wet my shoulder.

I’m leaking precum at this point, and he is going through the worst time of this life. I've only been squeezing his testicles for 15 seconds, but it feels like an eternity for him. His abs clenching with every amount of extra pressure I put on his nuts, crushing them, grinding them between my fingers.

“Think about it this way, you may be in a fuck load of pain. But for the amount of pain you’re in, I’m proportionally having the time of my life” I smile as I pull his nuts up causing him to squeal and hold onto me tighter. Hanging on me.

“Follow me darling, I want to change the song.”

I drag him with me. He’s not even moving his feet. I’m not even sure if he can. All I know is he can feel pain and cry right now. With my free hand, I change the song.

Mingus is great, but this deserves a special song.

I push him forwards, but keep him vertical. I don't want to let him go yet

“I want you to look at me in the eyes Matthew”

He glares up at me, eyes watering, looking sick to his stomach. Fear in his eyes are gone now. Instead a look of hopelessness. Despair. Real despair.

“You should have just ignored me. But someone actually tried to talk to you. Someone gave you the light of their day, tried to be friendly. And look where it got you. Sniveling, crying, being held up by the strings of you balls. Nauseous. I hope you never forget this, because I never will.”

At the end of sentence, I smash my fist into his precious balls as they squish into my hand holding them both in place

SMACK

A loud smack echoes, as his body convulses.

I let go of his balls and ram a knee into his groin once again. This time I keep it there for a bit, grinding it into his pelvis, making every moment exponentially crippling for the loner.

I lower my knee and shove it upwards once again. This time he pukes all over the floor beneath him.

I move my leg and let him fall face first into his own vomit, shattering his glasses.

How pitifully deplorable

“You’re gonna clean that up you little shit” I say as I grab his face and twist it into the vomit

I throw his face away and he ends up facing up, disgusting vile vomit all over his beautifully handsome face and broken glasses. I take his t shirt and wipe it off for him. I finish off cleaning him with a slap to the face. There’s still some vomit on his glasses

I move his hands away from his balls and he’s too weak to protest

“You really messed up everything…”

I look down at this sexy man in front of me. Unable to defend himself, unable to even mutter anything at this point. I grab his ankles

“You really messed up everything…”

I raise his ankles and look at the ever appetizing eggs and sausage between the two legs. I lick my lips

“If you could take it all back again…”

I stomp down as hard as I can and flatten his package as his eyes cross as he cries weakly

“Strike up the tinderbox…”

I raise my foot and stomp again

“Why should I be good if you’re not…”

I grind my foot into his crushed nuts as I feel them squish around my foot, each ball moving around as I move the pressure around the bottom of my size 12 foot. His eyes roll to the back of his head

“This is a foul-tasting medicine…”

I throw his legs down and take off his yellow underwear

“A foul tasting medicine…”

Reveals his cock and large swollen purple balls. I’ve never been so engrossed in my life

“To be trapped in your Ful Stop…”

I look at him, barely conscious. Shaking his head slowly back and forth, still crying, still whimpering. Absolutely pathetic

“Truth will mess you up”

I eye the bat

“Truth will mess you up”

I look back at his unprotected oversized testicles

“Truth will mess you up”

I walk towards the bat

“Truth will mess you up”

I pick up the bat, and eye the sexiest man I’ve ever seen

“Truth will mess you up”

I walk towards the specimen