Jordan's Wrong Turn

It's a dark chilly night, and Jordan's walking around town. A ripe age of 18, and very… colorful. He’s died his hair a bright pink and has eyes as blue as the sea. And not the mucky color, you get in some parts of the world nowadays. The blue that you can see through. Jordan always wears colorful clothing when he’s the opportunity, and today, he’s wearing a tie dye shirt and tight jeans that hug his legs like they were his boyfriend. And many would swoon at the opportunity, as Jordan is a very attractive young man. He’s fit, flamboyant and cares about how he looks. And he knows he looks good. Today, he’s on his way to his boyfriend's house, which normally wouldn’t be much a problem thanks to modern day technology, where we have everything we could possibly want at our fingertips. However, the issue with modern day technology is that you need to prepare. Jordan didn’t charge his phone; he forgot to prepare. However, Jordan does not worry. He’s a happy guy, and is sure he’ll get there soon.

“It’s no big deal, I’ll find my way there!” Jordan said, before this story take's place.

However Jordan made a wrong turn.

Jordan tried for a shortcut through an alleyway. Halfway through the alleyway, Jordan see’s there's a guy ahead of him, standing on the walls. He turn his head and looks at Jordan. It’s too dark to see too clearly, but it look's like he’s wearing a hat, along with jeans and a sweater. It is night out, so it’s chilly. This isn’t too unexpected.

Jordan walks down the alleyway, head down. The man gets off the wall and stands in the middle of the alleyway, blocking the entrance. He starts to walk towards Jordan.

“Well shit” Jordan says to himself, and as he turns around and tries not to get mugged. But alas, there was a very large man standing right behind him. Jordan has come to a conclusion.

He is royally fucked.

“Hey guys…” Jordan said trying to sound pleasant, looking at the very large man.

“I don’t want any trouble, I’m just trying to get to my friends house…” Jordan says smiling.

“You mean you boyfriends house, you fucking faggot?” The not as large man behind Jordan said.

“Come on guys, don’t be like this…” Jordan said turning around facing the not as large man blocking his path in the dark.

The large man behind grabs Jordan in a bear hug and says in his ear

“It’s okay little man, we know you like getting your ass fucked. Just let it happen.”

Jordan is struggling in the large man's hug, trying to be set free. He’s kicking and screaming, trying to do anything. The man in front puts his hand over Jordan’s mouth, as to not get others involved.

Jordan’s quite frightened now. He’s bugging out, he’s squirming. He’s scared. He kicks his leg into the man’s groin, making him retract his hands and cup himself.

“HEEEELLLPP, SOMEONE HELP!” Jordan cries out, trying to garner the attention of anyone other than potential murderers and rapists.

“Fuck, he got me in the balls.” Said the man hunched over

He glared at the colorful teen, and sent his fist flying into Jordan’s face. He then grabbed Jordan, and sent his knee up into his tight jeans, flattening his bulge under the pressure

A grunt left Jordan’s mouth, shutting him up.

"You wanna play dirty? I can play dirty too." The man said, as he punched Jordan in the nuts, causing his tight bulge to compress. The man then grabbed Jordan's bulge, which brought a squeal out of Jordan's mouth.

“Listen kid, if you make noise it’s going to get a lot worse for you. You’re in this situation, just deal with it.” The man said annoyed.

Jordan looked into the mugger’s eyes, teary and scared.

“This will fucking suck for you. But it will be a lot worse for you if you struggle. Get it fag?”

Tears streaming down his face, Jordan nods silently.

“Good.” And with that, the man let go of Jordan's balls and used the free fist to throw a punch to Jordan's abs. Jordan coughed and yelped after the muggers knee connected with his aching balls.

“Drop him”

With that, Jordan fell onto the floor, instantly shooting his hands down to his nuts. Moaning on the floor, forehead against the pavement. Jordan’s not feeling too good right now.

They both started kicking Jordan, forming many bruises over his torso. Jordan curled into, and stayed in a ball, trying to protect his head and balls, to moderate success.

“Take his shirt off.” says the leader of the two.

And with that the behemoth tore Jordan’s shirt off his body, throwing it to the side, revealing Jordan’s body.

Well defined, a pleasure to look at. Sadly for Jordan, no matter how good he looks shirtless, it won’t help him here.

The leader grabs Jordan by the chin. and forced Jordan to look at him as he still lies on the floor.

This is the first time Jordan’s been able to focus on one of his assaulters.

The man is ugly.

“I’d feel bad for you. If you weren’t such a flaming homo.” he spit at Jordan, followed with actual spit thrown at Jordan.

“Pick him up again.”

With that, Jordan was lifted off his feet, put in a full nelson by the large man, his toned and fit body on full display. Jordan normally isn’t the kind of guy to shy away from showing his body off, but this is a unique circumstance.

“Spread his legs.”

The large man spread Jordan’s legs with his own.

The man sent his boot flying into Jordan’s groin, causing Jordan to cry out and attempt to cross his legs. The large man kept them in place however.

Another kick was sent into Jordan’s groin, causing Jordan’s eyes to cross as another wave of pain extends through him. A wave of dull, nauseating pain. Jordan starts crying.

"Please... My fucking balls..."

The assailant sends his knee into Jordan's midsection causing Jordan to cough out, trying to double over. The man slapped Jordan across the face, a loud smack echoing throughout the alleyway. Jordan's cheek forms a red-face shaped mark. Jordan's being humiliated.

One more kick was sent into Jordan’s boys causing his muscles to tense and his eyes to roll into the back of his head. Jordan felt like puking. His head hunched over, breathing heavily. Jordan is not having a good day.

The man sends his hands into Jordan’s pockets to find his wallet and his phone. He found them, but he also found something else.

“Fuck man, this homo’s dick is hard! He’s liking this”

It’s true. Jordan’s cock was erect, and a full 7 inches.

“Well, if the fag’s enjoying this, might as well keep it up.”

A knee is sent into Jordan’s babymakers. And another knee.

Jordan was trying to fall over, but he couldn’t. There was nothing he could do but feel excruciating pain, weep, and apparently get hard.

The man sent his hand down to Jordan’s balls, and squeezed. Hard.

A high pitched scream left Jordan’s mouth.

“PLEASE, STOP. MY FUCKING BALLSFUCKING STOOOP AHHHHH” Jordan begged in agony. He can’t take this punishment anymore.

The man sent his other hand to Jordan’s mouth, covering it

“I don’t want to hear you faggot. Just be happy I’m getting you off” the man said, increasing his pressure on Jordan’s nuts.

Jordan’s leaking precum now as a stain forms on his jeans where his head is.

Increasing the pressure, Jordan starts to squirm and scream into the man's hand. The man digs his nails into Jordan’s testicles, and tries to crush his berries with everything he has. Jordan's eyes roll into the back of his head as he knows he’s close to releasing his load.

The man lets go and relief comes over Jordan. But not for long.

A most vicious knee connects with Jordan’s balls, sending his dangling hangers into his pelvis. This finishes Jordan off.

Cum squirts out of Jordan’s cock as the man's knee raises into his pelvis, crushing his testicles with a thud. A strange mix of pain and ecstasy washes over Jordan, the sexy homosexual’s abs tense as his testicles unload out of his dick, causing a large stain in his jeans. His eyes flutter, as he feels defeated and ruined. Jordan lowers his head, hoping this is it.

The man unzippers Jordan's jeans, and drags them down, revealing his tight boxer briefs, outlining his now 5 and a half inch flaccid cock, and swollen, hefty testicles. You can also see the cumstain on his underwear, and the gooey liquid coming down his leg.

The man sends a swift uppercut into Jordan’s nuts, crushing the bulge into his abdomen. A scream comes out of Jordan’s mouth, into the perpetrators hand.

He takes his hand off Jordan’s mouth and takes a few steps back. He’s going to put everything into this.

The man charges forward, and with everything in his power, sends his leg crashing between Jordan’s legs, pulverizing his love spuds, squishing the already beyond tender testicles even further.

Jordan vomited in front of him. Mostly on the floor, but some gets on the man's leg.

“Fucking disgusting” The man said with vomit on his leg. “Drop the faggot”

The faggot drops to the floor, lying in his own vomit, unable to do anything but lie there motionlessly. Weeping in his puke.

The pink haired, blue eyed teen looks pathetic. He’s cum all over his leg, his jeans are around his ankles.  He’s crying, lying in vomit. He can’t go to his boyfriend like this.

But strangely… Jordan’s turned on by this. If it wasn’t evident by the fun juice coming out of him already. But something about being dominated like this, humiliated… something about that gets his rocks off.

The two walk away, back where Jordan came. The man turns around to look at Jordan one more time. He sees him lying there, face down, motionless. Arms at his sides. He sees Jordan’s swollen balls in a pouch between his legs and thinks to himself

“The fag deserves this”

And walks back to Jordan, and with the tip of his shoe kicks both of Jordan’s balls with a loud smack.

Jordan, already in overwhelming, indescribable pain, lets out a wail as he sends his hands to his jewels as he writhes in agony. Getting vomit all over himself.

The men walk away as Jordan lie in the alleyway. Lying in torment, pain all he knows along with his vomit.

Jordan lied there for half an hour cradling his eggs, not moving too much. The occasional cough, and sniffle, but other than that. Nothing. After half an hour, he feels strong enough to move a bit. The pain is still beyond his comprehension, but he can’t just lie there all night. He gets on his knees and breathes heavily. He tries to stand up, but collapses as another wave of intense pain floods him.

“Fuck…” Jordan says under his breathe.

After 10 minutes the pink haired, and purple balled teen gets off the ground, and stands. He stays hunched over in pain, but he can stand now. He brings his jeans up carefully and cringes as he tries to put his too tight jeans on. The pressure of the jeans hurts his sensitive testicles.

“Bad day to wear skinny jeans” he chuckles to himself, as he just puts them on underneath his balls as to not cause too much discomfort. Jordan limps away. using the wall as a crutch.

The reason he left the house was to find his boyfriend's house, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t get there.

Eventually, he painfully walks far enough and finds it. He knocks at the door and his boyfriend opens the door.

“Oh My God Jordan… What happened are you okay?” He sees looking at his boyfriend, face and body bruised, no shirt on, and his jeans halfway down his underwear.

“Not really… I think I need a bath.” Jordan says falling into his boyfriend's arms, grimacing in pain

“Okay Jordan, I’ll run a bath. Let’s go to the bathroom.”

“Thanks Mikey”

Mikey ran a bath, as Jordan started stripping, revealing the rest of his hot body. Mikey noticed the stain on his underwear and asked

“Had some fun without me?” Mikey said smirking, raising his eyebrows.

“Not really…” Jordan said bring down his boxer briefs, revealing his swollen, discolored testicles.

“Oh my God Jordan, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you in the bath.”

“All right, I’ll come in with you if that’s all right” Mikey said with comfort in his voice. Jordan smiled at him as he crawled into the bath.

Mikey sat beneath Jordan in the bath, and held him close as Jordan told him what happened.

“Oh my god Jordan… I’m so sorry…” Mikey said with concern in his voice and tightening his grip on his injured boyfriend.

“It’s okay Mikey… I’m just happy I’m here with you now.” Jordan said cuddling into his boyfriend and smiling looking up at him

Mikey smiled at his cute boyfriend and leaned in for a kiss.

“Don’t worry Jordan, we won’t use your boy-bits today, I’m sure they are still sore.”

“Very sore, haha” Jordan said lightheartedly.

“It’s okay. I still love you regardless Jordan. Just, please don’t get mugged again. I don’t know what I’d do without you…” Mikey said with uneasily.

“I’ll try  not to Mikey, don’t worry. I don’t want to worry you” Jordan said lovingly, laying his head on his boyfriend's chest closing his eyes and feeling comfortable for the first time the entire day.

They fell asleep in the bath, and felt it would all be okay.