Saint Bernard High School sat in the same place it’s been
sitting since it was erected all those years ago. Since then, many different
boys have come and left, joked and laughed, studied and slept, passed and failed, and of
course, as it is an all boys High School, sacked and cried.
These things will keep on happening, and there isn't much that can be done to change that. This is because, boys will be boys. Especially when there aren't any girls around. The only thing that can stop boys from being smelly and silly is a reason for them to be something different. Without girls, most boys wouldn't find a reason.
However, just because there is no reason for boys to be decent at Saint Bernard High School, doesn't mean that there is no reason for us to follow them. Stories aren't told of decent people. Stories are told of people who excite us.
Greg the Freshman, probably isn't the first person who comes to mind when you think of excitement. Small, nerdy, and nervous, Greg has a book bag bigger than himself and a mindset that is reminiscent of a sheep who believes it's entire future is dependent upon the numbers he receives in the sheep development factory.
In fact, the only thing that really 'excites' anyone when they think of, or look at Greg the Freshman, is the exciting idea that he has been gifted an above average facial structure and a decent frame. There's also the exciting prospect of exceptional numbers which signify high marks, if you're into that sort of thing.
In fact, the only thing that really 'excites' anyone when they think of, or look at Greg the Freshman, is the exciting idea that he has been gifted an above average facial structure and a decent frame. There's also the exciting prospect of exceptional numbers which signify high marks, if you're into that sort of thing.
Greg is certainty one of those people, and he wants to be able to get to Ms. Andersen's Bio class on time so he can excite himself. The word 'excite' works in a couple double different ways here, considering how often her clothes tends to 'excite' her young teenage students. However, these two reasons are not the only reasons why Greg, the cute nerdy freshman, wants to be able to get to Ms. Andersen's class on time. If he can get to her class on time, that means that he hasn't had the exciting honor of interacting with Sven.
Sven, the Captain of the Wrestling Team, is an exciting person. He is strong, handsome, loves to enjoy himself, and has a tendency to do whatever it is he wants to do. He does have a history of manipulative behavior, and a history of not expressing his emotions in a healthy manner. These things lead to an exciting experience, but Greg wants absolutely nothing to do with that. This is because, when Sven sees Greg, Greg knows that his young developing testicles will be assaulted without much regard for Greg's personal well being.
The first two times the two came across each other, the interaction ended with Greg crying in the fetal position, feeling overwhelming nausea and whimpering under the rays of embarrassment that comes from being forced to writhe on the floor thanks to a 'buddy' torturing you by using your most personal and vulnerable body part in front of the entire school.
Unlike the rest of us, Greg is trying to avoid more situations like these. Despite how much we'd love to see this, Greg isn't going to let us see it.
Honestly, Greg is quite selfish.
Honestly, Greg is quite selfish.
Instead of going down the corridor that he knew Sven would command, he went down a different direction. The young brown haired, scrawny and pasty white boy walked down the stairs, leading to the first floor, walking with several other students, with whom he has no known relation to, outside of being a boy in the same school.
On the first floor, Greg turned and walked down the hallway, towards his Biology class. He kept his eyes on the walls, trying to see if he saw a tall, bulky Scandinavian who had two small balls etched in his pupils. Greg could not find one.
After a few moments, Greg began to feel safer. He felt grateful that Peter, his new-found friend, gave him this idea. It saved his balls.
Then, right when Greg felt safe and let his guard down, he felt a hand grab his crotch.
"AAHHWHATHEFUCK!!" Greg screamed out as he jumped and shot his hands down, trying to protect his delicate balls. His balls still were a tad sore, and the fierce grab re-sparked the feelings. He bent over and tried to follow the accosting hand up to see Sven's confident, and handsome face.
But, what he saw was not a confident and powerful Wrestling Captain. Instead, he saw a smiling, bespectacled kid of his own age, one that he can call a friend.
"IT'S JUST ME!! HAHA!!!" Peter, with an attractive but acne tainted face, laughed, pulling his hand back and letting go of Greg's developing manhood. Peter was happy to feel it, and valued the contents he held.
Greg let out a sigh and felt some relief wash over him along with a dull ache. Although it wasn't a harsh, ill-meant grab, his nuts were still feeling the effects of Sven's affection. Greg shook his head and moved himself back first to the lockers with his hands holding his crotch.
"Jesus dude... scared the fuck outta me..." Greg said with a grimace as he sank down slowly.
"Oh come on, I barely put any pressure down!" Peter said with a smile.
"Dude, they're still sore! Sven broke them..."
"Oh? Let me feel them again, maybe I can fix them!"
"Uh, no. Thanks." Greg said as he looked up at Peter. Peter's acne held face did look excited to help Greg, and showed this by the action of offering his hand out to help Greg stand up. Greg looked at Peter's outstretched arm, covered in a white dress shirt and moved a hand out to take Peter's.
Peter helped Greg up, looking down at his equally white shirt, but then looked down at Greg's baggy tan khakis. He wished they were tighter, but Greg seems to like some space down there.
Peter feigned a sack tap by pulling his hand back and whipping it towards Greg's crotch. Greg reacted late and pulled his lower body, back and moved his hands in after Peter already stopped his backhand a few inches from Greg's young balls.
"Dude, you woulda died!" Peter laughed at Greg. Greg shook his head, but felt relieved after his life flashed before his eyes.
"I would of fucking killed you!" Greg laughed with a smile. He glanced at Peter's tighter and lighter shade of tan khakis. He saw his opportunity. With a quick motion, he slapped his backhand into Peter's crotch, flattening Peter's freshman dick and balls. Peter yelped and fell on his knees quickly, not having a choice in the matter.
"Ugh my nuts..." Peter groaned on his knees. Greg laughed and felt a sense of pride, feeling Peter had it coming.
"That's what you get for squeezing my junk!" Greg said, getting Peter to laugh. In his nasally voice, Peter moaned again, pushing himself up. His pants were tight on him, and riding up on his legs and ass.
"I barely touched you, pleb..." Peter groaned with a grimace.
"Maybe you shouldn't touch my dick then?" Greg responded.
Peter nodded and quickly threw a punch at Greg's unsuspecting crotch. But once again, Peter held his hand before it made contact, but this punch actually made contact with Greg's pants. But nothing more. Greg, once again, responded late.
"Jesus..." Greg said as he laughed and pulled himself away.
"You would of actually died if I didn't have a heart!" Peter said, feeling regret that he didn't use that opportunity to touch Greg's junk again.
"All right, no more please. My heart is is pumping..." Greg said cupping his crotch with one hand and holding his chest with the other. Peter laughed and moved his ear to Greg's chest.
"Oh shit, I can hear it!" Peter said impressed.
Then, the bell rang.
"Oh shit, we gotta get to class!" Greg said, moving down the not too crowded hallway. Peter followed him, and the two ran to class.
Class started, and so began the next period. There isn't anything exciting in Ms. Andersen's Biology class (unless you find scantily clad female teachers exciting), so instead, we will pick up in a different class. A class that Nick and Nate share.
"Does anyone want to do the homework on the board?" Asked Mr. Barns. Mr. Barns is a Math teacher at Saint Bernard High School.
Most would agree that Math is a very unexciting class. Excitement comes from unexpectedness and pleasure, neither of which most see in Math. Some, however, are blessed and find such monotonous and unchanging variables to be exciting. Nick, nor Nate, are not one of those people.
Most would agree that Math is a very unexciting class. Excitement comes from unexpectedness and pleasure, neither of which most see in Math. Some, however, are blessed and find such monotonous and unchanging variables to be exciting. Nick, nor Nate, are not one of those people.
Nick was asleep at his desk, and Nate was drifting in and out of consciousness. Nate normally wouldn't find it difficult to fall sleep, but he plans on sleeping when he gets home and doesn't want to ruin it, so he really wanted to stay awake for this College Algebra class. Nate realized he had to find something.
The wavy and moody young man pushed himself up in his desk, and outstretched his body, like one who just woke up. He yawned and ran a hand through his naturally wavy hair, which is certainty one of the most exciting aspects of Nate's appearance. Which isn't to say that the rest of him is boring, as he has a very handsome face and a sexy slender body. It's just that his hair tends to be what people focus on first.
Nate looked around with dreary eyes and saw his sleeping buddy. Nick's head resting on his arms, his strong body slowly breathing rhythmically. Nate followed Nick's body and saw his legs were just closed enough to create a visible and obvious mound between his legs. Nate realized that could be something exciting.
Nate moved his left hand down between Nick's legs and sat it right in front of Nick's crotch on the chair. Nate decided what he wanted to, by tapping his fingers on the chair and moved his hand up and down to help move his mind along.
Mr. Barns' eyes feel on Nick and Nate. He saw that Nate's hand was under Nick's desk, and saw motions moving up and down, and the teacher tilted his head. He decided not to say anything, shook his brains and turned back to the board to do the math problem that no one seemed to of done.
Then, Nate pulled his hand in with unabridged viscosity and hammered Nick's mound of man meat.
Nick stirred, dazed but certain something might of just happened.
Before Nick was able to be aware long enough to come to any conclusions, Nate raised his fist and brought it down with a slam. Nate's pinky finger flattened Nick's left nut like it were a pancake, thanks to the efforts of Nate's left arm.
Nick realized what happened at the exact moment Nate felt his finger crush his friends testicle.
Nick's black haired, handsome face opened wide as his legs closed around his friends intrusive fist. A hack out of his pretty mouth and a bulge of his grass eyes, Nick interrupted Mr. Barns lecture with terribly loud whining and banging of his feet, forgetting completely that he was even there.
"Nick and Nate! Why are you interrupting the class?!" Mr. Barns asked annoyed.
Nick croaked and held his crotch with both hands, as he looked up at the questioning Mr. Barns with a sick expression.
"Mmmmm... sorry Mr. Barns..." Nick groaned, as Nate sat up straight in his chair holding a light smirk and protecting his nuts from any retaliation.
"You don't have to care... but... I don't want to know! Just don't interrupt the class again!" Mr. Barns exclaimed with annoyance.
Nick nodded as he moved a hand up to his annoyed stomach, rubbing his flat but hard belly with care. He turned his scrunched face to Nate, whose confident smirk told Nick everything he needed to know.
"What the fuck bro..." groaned the hurting jock.
"I was bored. And you were asking for it." Nate flatly replied in his deep monotone voice.
"I was sleeping you asshole..."
"And wide open. Don't be so stupid next time."
Nick frowned and sat back, stretching his frame. Regret washed over him in the form of agony, as he quickly whimpered and doubled over the desk, clutching his throbbing nads.
"Dude, you got them dead on..."
"That was the point. It's no fun otherwise." Nate said, growing disinterested again.
Nick moved an arm over his head and sat there, boiling in throbbing nut pain with his eyes closed.
The two boys sat at their desk without saying anything to each other. Nate yawned a couple times, and Nick made occasional pained noises.
Eventually, Nate grew bored with doing nothing and couldn't find the power to stay awake much longer. He hunched over his desk, and not so slowly drifted off to unconsciousness. Nick realized this after not too long, and looked his mean-spirited friend over.
Nate lied on his forearms, covered by his light blue dress shirt. He decided against wearing a tie today, and his hair was looking as luscious and modern as it's known to. His slender frame looked vulnerable in his sleep, and Nick followed it down to his tan khakis, that were too baggy to be considered tight, but too slim to be considered baggy. Nick sees that Nate's legs were open, and still felt a sickening ache in his own recently assaulted testicles.
Excitedly, Nick moved his right hand between his buddies legs, swung his fist up pulled it in with energy and purpose. Hoping that this hurt Nate as much as it hurt him.
Nick felt his strong hammer-fist slam into Nate's crotch, and knew he hit what he wanted to. A mound of his dickhead friend's personal meat was felt under Nick's fist, and he felt it compress and mold under his personal expression of justice.
Nate sleepily groaned and began to feel motivated to move. However, just like Nick was, Nate wasn't fully aware as he awoke from his slumber. Before Nate reacted correctly, Nick swung his fist back out, almost hitting Nate's desk, and pulled it in with all the power his bulging right arm covered in white was able to muster. Nick's hand hit Nate's crotch so hard, pulling his fist through Nate's medium sized dick and balls, crushing them against his pelvis, that Nate's body was pushed back by the force, scraping his chair against the floor. Nate's eyes bulged out, his legs pulled together and he pulled his hands into his crotch as he fell to the floor.
"Oh my gAAWWWDD!!" Nate cried out loud, taking over the entire classes attention. Some found this to be exciting and laughed to show their approval, while Nate lied on his knees with an increasing sense of immense torment and jumbled moans.
"MR. STEVENS! WHAT DID I SAY!" Mr. Barns cried out with hands raised.
Nick turned to Mr. Barns with a smile he couldn't hide and shook his head. "Sorry, but he deserved it! He did it to-"
"I don't care if you killed your stupid puppy! I said not to interrupt the class again! Go to the principles office! And take Mr. Hogan with you!"
Nick laughed as he looked at Nate curled on the floor. Nate's legs were moving up slowly as his hand tried to comfort his horribly assaulted testicles. Nate's face was red and he sounded to of had horrible issues breathing.
With the sounds of gasping and strained coughing in the background, Nick responded. "Mr. Barns, I don't think Nate can move right now..."
Mr. Barns took a moment and stared at Nate. Nate was groaning on the floor, and watched him cough and writhe in agony, and Mr. Barns realized that Nate couldn't move on his own.
"Yeah, you're right. Carry him to the office with you." Mr. Barns said flatly. The class laughed again as Nate continued to writhe on the floor.
"Mr. Barns, I don't... know if-"
"Don't tell me you can't do that. I've seen you pick up Ezekiel in the hallway!" Mr. Barns exclaimed, referring to a notoriously heavy black kid who's a part of the Football team with Nick. He's also the man who crushed Justin's balls not so long ago. "Don't you dare tell me you can't pick up Nate! Don't you dare!" Mr. Barns said with enthusiasm. The class laughed and Nick shrugged and shook his head in defeat.
"Do I-"
"Unless you want me to give both you and Nate a plethora of detentions, then yes. Leave my class, please." Mr. Barns said, standing firm. The class snickered and Nick sighed as he stood up, gently holding his balls as he got prepared. He put on his backpack, and then went for Nate's backpack too, and held that over his shoulder. Everyone watched as Nick bent over, and wrapped his arms under Nate's prone body, as he lied on his side, curled up.
"Come on Nate, we gah-ta go..." Nick said, to the laughter of the entire class. Even Mr. Barns chuckled.
Nate groaned as Nick lifted him off the floor like he were a child, and let out a "I fucking hate you...", to even further laughter. Mr. Barns responded by saying "Language, Mr. Hogan..."
"Oh fuck off! My balls are-" Nate interrupted himself, coughing in Nick's arm. Nick lifted Nate's arm over his head and held his other hand over Nate's belly.
"Woah, Nate. Let's not curse out our kind Math teacher." Nick said cringing at Mr. Barns. Mr. Barns laughed and turned back to the board and continued his lesson, pretending to ignore Nate's words. Mr. barns understands how overwhelming a nut shot can be, and he doesn't blame Nate for it. But he still wants him and Nick out of his classroom.
The class laughed and waved bye at the two boys who have been banished from Mr. Barns College Algebra class. Nick carried Nate out and into the hallway, as Nate couldn't walk on his own accord thanks to Nick's aggressive payback.
Nick was told to go to the office with Nate, but Nick felt that since this was the last class of the day, he had no reason to do so. Plus, he knows Mr. Barns is a pretty cool cat. So, he decided to do something a bit more exciting.
"Nate, you wanna go home?" Nick asked his dangling friend, who's being held off the ground, as he was holding his balls in nauseating agony.
"I want you to suck my fucking dick..." Nate spat at Nick, with his face still scrunched in unabridged aguish.
Nick laughed and shook his head. "You deserved that, you got me first! And you even said it was my fault for leaving myself open. You had that coming Nate, I'm sorry."
Nate moaned defeated, and just wanting to lie down.
"Whatever... I just want to lie down." Nate said sickly. Nick nodded, and began to feel a bit bad. He really hit Nate hard.
"Alright. I'll go find Paul. I'm sure he doesn't want to be in class anymore." Nick said, as he looked for Mr. Polka's class. He knows it isn't too far from Mr. Barns class.
Nick looked into each class as he went down the hallway. He found Mr. Polka's class pretty quickly.
"Alright. I'm gonna lie you down here, okay?" Nick said softly. Nate moaned in response. Nick bent over and carefully let Nate down on the floor. Nate sat down against the wall next to the door, and held both of his hands over his crotch. Nate slowly lied against the floor and got as comfortable as he could, considering the pain he couldn't ignore between his legs. Nick then put down Nate's bookbag next to it's owner, giving both of his shoulders some respite.
Nick got the to door, and looked into the window on the door. He saw his brother and Cody somewhat close to the front, and tried to get Paul's attention, which turned out to be difficult to get without being too obvious. He wondered if he could get Cody's attention maybe instead, since he was sitting next to Paul. However, Cody was focused on the board, so that was unlikely. Nick palmed his face and remembered that he could just text Paul. He pulled out his phone and texted Paul.
"Bro, come on. Me and Nate need to go LEAVE! PLS?"
Nick looked up into the window to watch Paul. Paul stirred and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his phone, held it in his lap and read it. Paul raised his eyebrow and looked up. He saw the window, and found his twin staring at him. Nick smiled and waved for Paul to come.
Paul shook his head and put his phone back in his pocket. Nick pleaded and held his hands in front of his face, begging Paul. Paul sighed and looked to be considering. He raised a finger and nudged Cody. The two looked to be talking, and Cody quickly shook his head, but Paul kept it on. Cody laughed, but shook his head again. Paul responded by holding his arm around Cody's arm and tapped Cody's book. Cody laughed and nodded his head. He said something else, then closed his notebook. Paul looked back at the window and gave Nick a thumbs up. Nick laughed and gave a thumbs up back.
"All right. We got a ride. You gonna be okay?" Nick asked sincerely, as he bent over to check up on Nate.
Nate glared up and saw his friend bending over to check on him. Nate shifted and moved his hand out for Nick to help him up. Nick gladly helped pull Nate up to his feet. Nate groaned as he stood up and felt his pain spread for a moment. He hunched over, and Nick held Nate carefully, making sure he doesn't fall over.
"I gotcha Nate. You're okay." Nick said, rubbing Nate's back.
"You're good, you're ARWW GAWD!!" Nick belted out as Nate reared back and uppercutted him in the balls when he saw the opportunity present itself. Nate's fist disappeared in the meaty and impressive mound between Nick's legs, crushing the full package in Nick's tight fitting khakis. Nick curled up over Nate's fist and slowly fell to the floor as Nate pulled his fist back and held his own, less impressive crotch, watching Nick collapse to the floor.
Nick fell on his knees, both hands holding his balls. He began gasping as he rolled onto his side and flopped around with bulging lost eyes. Nick continued to display his overwhelming affliction as Paul and Cody walked out of the class with their bags. Their eyes instantly diverted to Nick on the floor, not expecting to instantly see something so exciting.
"He was not like that a few seconds ago, I swear!" Paul said with a laugh.
"Fucker deserved it! Nearly made me vomit in Math class..." Nate said, sitting against the wall, holding himself up with his calves, and hands cupping his crotch.
"Not sure if anyone deserves that..." Cody said with a nervous laugh, as he watched Nick writhe in disarray, sounding like this half of the twins might be sick and die soon. Cody understood the feeling and had his hands holding his own balls, cupping his boys in sympathy and worry.
"Mmmm...Hmmhmmm... my fucking nuts oh gawd..." Nick let out as his leg rode up and he hit the floor and flopped about.
"Well... Nick said you two wanted to go home?" Paul asked, turning to Nate. Nate nodded.
"Yeah, I think so... I wanna lie down now." Nate said looking up.
Cody took out his phone and raised it up, smiling and taking a picture of himself. He decided this would be an okay time to keep up his snapstreaks with all his best friends.
Paul, Nick and Nate felt a rumble in their pants. Paul took out his phone and saw Cody sent him a selfie. He smiled and looked down at Nick. He bent over, put his head near his twin, put on the biggest and most enthusiastic smile he could concoct without cracking his chin and snapped a selfie with his sick looking brother. He raised up and sent the picture.
Cody watched, and laughed, then opened the picture on his phone when he saw the notification. The notification was a picture of his best friend smiling large at the camera, and his best friends twin's face in the exact opposite expression. One of a sick frown, his eyes lost looking elsewhere and a red sweat filled face.
Cody laughed and screenshotted the picture.
"Best streak picture evOH!" Cody cried out, as Nate slapped Cody's nuts while he wasn't paying attention. Cody's phone flipped to the floor, as his face puffed out and he slowly fell to the floor. Cody's white dress shirt covered upper body spread out in an incline, as his tight fitting tan khaki covered lower body rose up. Paul smirked as he stood behind Cody, and saw his hands cupping his bulge from behind, creasing up his a tad tighter than perfect khakis, due to the cupping hands holding onto his crotch. This angle excites Paul, and was glad to see his hot best friend hold it.
"Alright Cody, you always want me to keep our snapstreak up, so here you go buddy. Let's take a selfie together!" Nate snarked as he painfully took a lie on the floor, next to Cody. Nate pulled his underwear off his nuts for a bit, then held his balls for comfort for a moment, taking a short breather. Then he pulled out his phone, moved his face next to Cody and forced a smile. Nate frowned as Cody moved his face before he could take the picture. Nate pushed Cody and held his face down, causing Cody to grunt and whine at the force. Nate then turned Cody's cute face with his uncaring and disrespectful hand.
"Look at the camera, dipshit. This is for you." Nate bitterly stated. Paul laughed and smiled, as he watched Nate express his abusive personality.
Cody groaned and shifted his legs as he coughed next to Nate's face. Nate yelped, and jumped back as he felt Cody cough on him.
Nate pushed Cody on his back and threw his free hand in under Cody's hands, grabbing his balls with angry determination. Cody yelped out and held his hands over Nate's as his eyes bulged out and mouth held open in horrifying awe. Paul laughed took out his phone, and made sure to take a video of this situation, which appeared to be getting more exciting.
"Smile with me Cody! Better make this a good one for your streaks, right?!" Nate said with a surprisingly enthusiastic smile.
Cody looked up at the camera with a wide, surprised and scared expression. Nate snapped a picture and was very happy with it. It caught both boys faces, and even caught Nate's hand holding onto Cody's crotch. You could really see Nate's fingers pushing into Cody's bulge.
"Yo Nate, send me that, would you?" Paul asked, as he posted the video to his snap story.
"Sure." Nate said, sitting up and letting Cody hold himself in respite. "I know how excited this makes you. It would be rude of me to deny you." Nate said with a wink at Paul. Paul frowned and shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Paul said, unconvincingly.
"All right, let's go. I kinda wanna go and see a movie now. I wanna watch the new Avengers again, if it's still out." Nate said, standing up.
"I thought you wanted to go home and lie down?" Paul asked, screenshotting the picture Nate sent him.
"Yeah, but I'm in a better mood now." Nate blankly replied looking around at Nick on his back, and Cody on his belly. Both holding their balls.
"But are they?" Paul asked.
"Who cares. They'll come along if we want to. Cody's a pushover, and your brother told me he wants to see it again too."
"Me too man, that movie was so damn good. I don't know if I can handle it, like, emotionally though, haha..." Paul laughed lightly, feeling a heartstring get pulled at the memory of the movie.
"Don't be a pussy. It was a perfect ending."
"It was! That's why it hurt so much!"
"I guess. It was really good, especially for a shitty Marvel movie."
Paul shrugged and laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get them up."
Paul bent over to rub Cody's back and get his attention
"You gonna be okay Cody?" Paul asked.
"Hmmm... yeah..." Cody moaned in pain. He turned into his side and groaned, shifting around. Paul smirked and turned to Cody's face. Cody opened his eyes and smiled at Paul. Paul grew warm and smiled back. He rubbed Cody's belly and stood up, offering his hand. Cody took it and was pulled up, but whimpered and inched towards the floor. Paul held Cody's chest up and made sure he didn't fall.
"I gotchu Cody, you're good." Paul said, much like Nick said earlier to Nate.
"You're good, you're good." Paul said helping Cody stand up.
"Thanks man."
"Me and Nate wanna go see The Avengers. Wanna watch with us?"
"Again?! Dude, I don't know if I want to go through that again..." Cody said in two different sets of pain.
"I know Cody, trust me, I know." Paul said, holding Cody with comfort, trying to soothe both nerves at once. "Thano-"
"Hey, hey! Don't say it out loud, what if someone hears who hasn't watched it yet?"
Paul laughed and pulled his body up over the hunched over Cody. "Dude, it's been such a long time and we're the only ones around-"
"Doesn't matter. No spoilers until it gets released on DVD." Cody asserted. Paul laughed again.
"Fine, fine.
The two turned to Nick and Nate. Nate held his crotch with his hands, and his other hand on Nick's back.
"He's okay?" Cody asked.
"Yeah. He'll be fine." Nate said, pulling his hand away.
"Yeah... good enough." Nick said, standing up. Nate helped him up with helpful tug on his shoulder.
"You're coming with us, Nick?" Cody asked.
"Yeah, of course!" Nick said looking up with a forced, but still somewhat sick looking smile. "New Avengers movie was so good! I was excited the entire time, and I need to see it again! There was just so much. Plus, I need to sit down for a few hours haha..."
"Awesome! I love it when we get together and do things!" Cody said in a wholesome tone. Nick and Paul smiled, and Nate smirked, looking away.
"Yeah, totally. Let's go before someone tells us to get back to class." Paul said, pushing everyone along.
Nick and Nate picked up their bags and the 4 walked to the parking lot. Turns out, the day was pretty exciting for our students from Saint Bernard High School.
Then, Nate pulled his hand in with unabridged viscosity and hammered Nick's mound of man meat.
Nick stirred, dazed but certain something might of just happened.
Before Nick was able to be aware long enough to come to any conclusions, Nate raised his fist and brought it down with a slam. Nate's pinky finger flattened Nick's left nut like it were a pancake, thanks to the efforts of Nate's left arm.
Nick realized what happened at the exact moment Nate felt his finger crush his friends testicle.
Nick's black haired, handsome face opened wide as his legs closed around his friends intrusive fist. A hack out of his pretty mouth and a bulge of his grass eyes, Nick interrupted Mr. Barns lecture with terribly loud whining and banging of his feet, forgetting completely that he was even there.
"Nick and Nate! Why are you interrupting the class?!" Mr. Barns asked annoyed.
Nick croaked and held his crotch with both hands, as he looked up at the questioning Mr. Barns with a sick expression.
"Mmmmm... sorry Mr. Barns..." Nick groaned, as Nate sat up straight in his chair holding a light smirk and protecting his nuts from any retaliation.
"You don't have to care... but... I don't want to know! Just don't interrupt the class again!" Mr. Barns exclaimed with annoyance.
Nick nodded as he moved a hand up to his annoyed stomach, rubbing his flat but hard belly with care. He turned his scrunched face to Nate, whose confident smirk told Nick everything he needed to know.
"What the fuck bro..." groaned the hurting jock.
"I was bored. And you were asking for it." Nate flatly replied in his deep monotone voice.
"I was sleeping you asshole..."
"And wide open. Don't be so stupid next time."
Nick frowned and sat back, stretching his frame. Regret washed over him in the form of agony, as he quickly whimpered and doubled over the desk, clutching his throbbing nads.
"Dude, you got them dead on..."
"That was the point. It's no fun otherwise." Nate said, growing disinterested again.
Nick moved an arm over his head and sat there, boiling in throbbing nut pain with his eyes closed.
The two boys sat at their desk without saying anything to each other. Nate yawned a couple times, and Nick made occasional pained noises.
Eventually, Nate grew bored with doing nothing and couldn't find the power to stay awake much longer. He hunched over his desk, and not so slowly drifted off to unconsciousness. Nick realized this after not too long, and looked his mean-spirited friend over.
Nate lied on his forearms, covered by his light blue dress shirt. He decided against wearing a tie today, and his hair was looking as luscious and modern as it's known to. His slender frame looked vulnerable in his sleep, and Nick followed it down to his tan khakis, that were too baggy to be considered tight, but too slim to be considered baggy. Nick sees that Nate's legs were open, and still felt a sickening ache in his own recently assaulted testicles.
Excitedly, Nick moved his right hand between his buddies legs, swung his fist up pulled it in with energy and purpose. Hoping that this hurt Nate as much as it hurt him.
Nick felt his strong hammer-fist slam into Nate's crotch, and knew he hit what he wanted to. A mound of his dickhead friend's personal meat was felt under Nick's fist, and he felt it compress and mold under his personal expression of justice.
Nate sleepily groaned and began to feel motivated to move. However, just like Nick was, Nate wasn't fully aware as he awoke from his slumber. Before Nate reacted correctly, Nick swung his fist back out, almost hitting Nate's desk, and pulled it in with all the power his bulging right arm covered in white was able to muster. Nick's hand hit Nate's crotch so hard, pulling his fist through Nate's medium sized dick and balls, crushing them against his pelvis, that Nate's body was pushed back by the force, scraping his chair against the floor. Nate's eyes bulged out, his legs pulled together and he pulled his hands into his crotch as he fell to the floor.
"Oh my gAAWWWDD!!" Nate cried out loud, taking over the entire classes attention. Some found this to be exciting and laughed to show their approval, while Nate lied on his knees with an increasing sense of immense torment and jumbled moans.
"MR. STEVENS! WHAT DID I SAY!" Mr. Barns cried out with hands raised.
Nick turned to Mr. Barns with a smile he couldn't hide and shook his head. "Sorry, but he deserved it! He did it to-"
"I don't care if you killed your stupid puppy! I said not to interrupt the class again! Go to the principles office! And take Mr. Hogan with you!"
Nick laughed as he looked at Nate curled on the floor. Nate's legs were moving up slowly as his hand tried to comfort his horribly assaulted testicles. Nate's face was red and he sounded to of had horrible issues breathing.
With the sounds of gasping and strained coughing in the background, Nick responded. "Mr. Barns, I don't think Nate can move right now..."
Mr. Barns took a moment and stared at Nate. Nate was groaning on the floor, and watched him cough and writhe in agony, and Mr. Barns realized that Nate couldn't move on his own.
"Yeah, you're right. Carry him to the office with you." Mr. Barns said flatly. The class laughed again as Nate continued to writhe on the floor.
"Mr. Barns, I don't... know if-"
"Don't tell me you can't do that. I've seen you pick up Ezekiel in the hallway!" Mr. Barns exclaimed, referring to a notoriously heavy black kid who's a part of the Football team with Nick. He's also the man who crushed Justin's balls not so long ago. "Don't you dare tell me you can't pick up Nate! Don't you dare!" Mr. Barns said with enthusiasm. The class laughed and Nick shrugged and shook his head in defeat.
"Do I-"
"Unless you want me to give both you and Nate a plethora of detentions, then yes. Leave my class, please." Mr. Barns said, standing firm. The class snickered and Nick sighed as he stood up, gently holding his balls as he got prepared. He put on his backpack, and then went for Nate's backpack too, and held that over his shoulder. Everyone watched as Nick bent over, and wrapped his arms under Nate's prone body, as he lied on his side, curled up.
"Come on Nate, we gah-ta go..." Nick said, to the laughter of the entire class. Even Mr. Barns chuckled.
Nate groaned as Nick lifted him off the floor like he were a child, and let out a "I fucking hate you...", to even further laughter. Mr. Barns responded by saying "Language, Mr. Hogan..."
"Oh fuck off! My balls are-" Nate interrupted himself, coughing in Nick's arm. Nick lifted Nate's arm over his head and held his other hand over Nate's belly.
"Woah, Nate. Let's not curse out our kind Math teacher." Nick said cringing at Mr. Barns. Mr. Barns laughed and turned back to the board and continued his lesson, pretending to ignore Nate's words. Mr. barns understands how overwhelming a nut shot can be, and he doesn't blame Nate for it. But he still wants him and Nick out of his classroom.
The class laughed and waved bye at the two boys who have been banished from Mr. Barns College Algebra class. Nick carried Nate out and into the hallway, as Nate couldn't walk on his own accord thanks to Nick's aggressive payback.
Nick was told to go to the office with Nate, but Nick felt that since this was the last class of the day, he had no reason to do so. Plus, he knows Mr. Barns is a pretty cool cat. So, he decided to do something a bit more exciting.
"Nate, you wanna go home?" Nick asked his dangling friend, who's being held off the ground, as he was holding his balls in nauseating agony.
"I want you to suck my fucking dick..." Nate spat at Nick, with his face still scrunched in unabridged aguish.
Nick laughed and shook his head. "You deserved that, you got me first! And you even said it was my fault for leaving myself open. You had that coming Nate, I'm sorry."
Nate moaned defeated, and just wanting to lie down.
"Whatever... I just want to lie down." Nate said sickly. Nick nodded, and began to feel a bit bad. He really hit Nate hard.
"Alright. I'll go find Paul. I'm sure he doesn't want to be in class anymore." Nick said, as he looked for Mr. Polka's class. He knows it isn't too far from Mr. Barns class.
Nick looked into each class as he went down the hallway. He found Mr. Polka's class pretty quickly.
"Alright. I'm gonna lie you down here, okay?" Nick said softly. Nate moaned in response. Nick bent over and carefully let Nate down on the floor. Nate sat down against the wall next to the door, and held both of his hands over his crotch. Nate slowly lied against the floor and got as comfortable as he could, considering the pain he couldn't ignore between his legs. Nick then put down Nate's bookbag next to it's owner, giving both of his shoulders some respite.
Nick got the to door, and looked into the window on the door. He saw his brother and Cody somewhat close to the front, and tried to get Paul's attention, which turned out to be difficult to get without being too obvious. He wondered if he could get Cody's attention maybe instead, since he was sitting next to Paul. However, Cody was focused on the board, so that was unlikely. Nick palmed his face and remembered that he could just text Paul. He pulled out his phone and texted Paul.
"Bro, come on. Me and Nate need to go LEAVE! PLS?"
Nick looked up into the window to watch Paul. Paul stirred and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his phone, held it in his lap and read it. Paul raised his eyebrow and looked up. He saw the window, and found his twin staring at him. Nick smiled and waved for Paul to come.
Paul shook his head and put his phone back in his pocket. Nick pleaded and held his hands in front of his face, begging Paul. Paul sighed and looked to be considering. He raised a finger and nudged Cody. The two looked to be talking, and Cody quickly shook his head, but Paul kept it on. Cody laughed, but shook his head again. Paul responded by holding his arm around Cody's arm and tapped Cody's book. Cody laughed and nodded his head. He said something else, then closed his notebook. Paul looked back at the window and gave Nick a thumbs up. Nick laughed and gave a thumbs up back.
"All right. We got a ride. You gonna be okay?" Nick asked sincerely, as he bent over to check up on Nate.
Nate glared up and saw his friend bending over to check on him. Nate shifted and moved his hand out for Nick to help him up. Nick gladly helped pull Nate up to his feet. Nate groaned as he stood up and felt his pain spread for a moment. He hunched over, and Nick held Nate carefully, making sure he doesn't fall over.
"I gotcha Nate. You're okay." Nick said, rubbing Nate's back.
"You're good, you're ARWW GAWD!!" Nick belted out as Nate reared back and uppercutted him in the balls when he saw the opportunity present itself. Nate's fist disappeared in the meaty and impressive mound between Nick's legs, crushing the full package in Nick's tight fitting khakis. Nick curled up over Nate's fist and slowly fell to the floor as Nate pulled his fist back and held his own, less impressive crotch, watching Nick collapse to the floor.
Nick fell on his knees, both hands holding his balls. He began gasping as he rolled onto his side and flopped around with bulging lost eyes. Nick continued to display his overwhelming affliction as Paul and Cody walked out of the class with their bags. Their eyes instantly diverted to Nick on the floor, not expecting to instantly see something so exciting.
"He was not like that a few seconds ago, I swear!" Paul said with a laugh.
"Fucker deserved it! Nearly made me vomit in Math class..." Nate said, sitting against the wall, holding himself up with his calves, and hands cupping his crotch.
"Not sure if anyone deserves that..." Cody said with a nervous laugh, as he watched Nick writhe in disarray, sounding like this half of the twins might be sick and die soon. Cody understood the feeling and had his hands holding his own balls, cupping his boys in sympathy and worry.
"Mmmm...Hmmhmmm... my fucking nuts oh gawd..." Nick let out as his leg rode up and he hit the floor and flopped about.
"Well... Nick said you two wanted to go home?" Paul asked, turning to Nate. Nate nodded.
"Yeah, I think so... I wanna lie down now." Nate said looking up.
Cody took out his phone and raised it up, smiling and taking a picture of himself. He decided this would be an okay time to keep up his snapstreaks with all his best friends.
Paul, Nick and Nate felt a rumble in their pants. Paul took out his phone and saw Cody sent him a selfie. He smiled and looked down at Nick. He bent over, put his head near his twin, put on the biggest and most enthusiastic smile he could concoct without cracking his chin and snapped a selfie with his sick looking brother. He raised up and sent the picture.
Cody watched, and laughed, then opened the picture on his phone when he saw the notification. The notification was a picture of his best friend smiling large at the camera, and his best friends twin's face in the exact opposite expression. One of a sick frown, his eyes lost looking elsewhere and a red sweat filled face.
Cody laughed and screenshotted the picture.
"Best streak picture evOH!" Cody cried out, as Nate slapped Cody's nuts while he wasn't paying attention. Cody's phone flipped to the floor, as his face puffed out and he slowly fell to the floor. Cody's white dress shirt covered upper body spread out in an incline, as his tight fitting tan khaki covered lower body rose up. Paul smirked as he stood behind Cody, and saw his hands cupping his bulge from behind, creasing up his a tad tighter than perfect khakis, due to the cupping hands holding onto his crotch. This angle excites Paul, and was glad to see his hot best friend hold it.
"Alright Cody, you always want me to keep our snapstreak up, so here you go buddy. Let's take a selfie together!" Nate snarked as he painfully took a lie on the floor, next to Cody. Nate pulled his underwear off his nuts for a bit, then held his balls for comfort for a moment, taking a short breather. Then he pulled out his phone, moved his face next to Cody and forced a smile. Nate frowned as Cody moved his face before he could take the picture. Nate pushed Cody and held his face down, causing Cody to grunt and whine at the force. Nate then turned Cody's cute face with his uncaring and disrespectful hand.
"Look at the camera, dipshit. This is for you." Nate bitterly stated. Paul laughed and smiled, as he watched Nate express his abusive personality.
Cody groaned and shifted his legs as he coughed next to Nate's face. Nate yelped, and jumped back as he felt Cody cough on him.
Nate pushed Cody on his back and threw his free hand in under Cody's hands, grabbing his balls with angry determination. Cody yelped out and held his hands over Nate's as his eyes bulged out and mouth held open in horrifying awe. Paul laughed took out his phone, and made sure to take a video of this situation, which appeared to be getting more exciting.
"Smile with me Cody! Better make this a good one for your streaks, right?!" Nate said with a surprisingly enthusiastic smile.
Cody looked up at the camera with a wide, surprised and scared expression. Nate snapped a picture and was very happy with it. It caught both boys faces, and even caught Nate's hand holding onto Cody's crotch. You could really see Nate's fingers pushing into Cody's bulge.
"Yo Nate, send me that, would you?" Paul asked, as he posted the video to his snap story.
"Sure." Nate said, sitting up and letting Cody hold himself in respite. "I know how excited this makes you. It would be rude of me to deny you." Nate said with a wink at Paul. Paul frowned and shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Paul said, unconvincingly.
"All right, let's go. I kinda wanna go and see a movie now. I wanna watch the new Avengers again, if it's still out." Nate said, standing up.
"I thought you wanted to go home and lie down?" Paul asked, screenshotting the picture Nate sent him.
"Yeah, but I'm in a better mood now." Nate blankly replied looking around at Nick on his back, and Cody on his belly. Both holding their balls.
"But are they?" Paul asked.
"Who cares. They'll come along if we want to. Cody's a pushover, and your brother told me he wants to see it again too."
"Me too man, that movie was so damn good. I don't know if I can handle it, like, emotionally though, haha..." Paul laughed lightly, feeling a heartstring get pulled at the memory of the movie.
"Don't be a pussy. It was a perfect ending."
"It was! That's why it hurt so much!"
"I guess. It was really good, especially for a shitty Marvel movie."
Paul shrugged and laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get them up."
Paul bent over to rub Cody's back and get his attention
"You gonna be okay Cody?" Paul asked.
"Hmmm... yeah..." Cody moaned in pain. He turned into his side and groaned, shifting around. Paul smirked and turned to Cody's face. Cody opened his eyes and smiled at Paul. Paul grew warm and smiled back. He rubbed Cody's belly and stood up, offering his hand. Cody took it and was pulled up, but whimpered and inched towards the floor. Paul held Cody's chest up and made sure he didn't fall.
"I gotchu Cody, you're good." Paul said, much like Nick said earlier to Nate.
"You're good, you're good." Paul said helping Cody stand up.
"Thanks man."
"Me and Nate wanna go see The Avengers. Wanna watch with us?"
"Again?! Dude, I don't know if I want to go through that again..." Cody said in two different sets of pain.
"I know Cody, trust me, I know." Paul said, holding Cody with comfort, trying to soothe both nerves at once. "Thano-"
"Hey, hey! Don't say it out loud, what if someone hears who hasn't watched it yet?"
Paul laughed and pulled his body up over the hunched over Cody. "Dude, it's been such a long time and we're the only ones around-"
"Doesn't matter. No spoilers until it gets released on DVD." Cody asserted. Paul laughed again.
"Fine, fine.
The two turned to Nick and Nate. Nate held his crotch with his hands, and his other hand on Nick's back.
"He's okay?" Cody asked.
"Yeah. He'll be fine." Nate said, pulling his hand away.
"Yeah... good enough." Nick said, standing up. Nate helped him up with helpful tug on his shoulder.
"You're coming with us, Nick?" Cody asked.
"Yeah, of course!" Nick said looking up with a forced, but still somewhat sick looking smile. "New Avengers movie was so good! I was excited the entire time, and I need to see it again! There was just so much. Plus, I need to sit down for a few hours haha..."
"Awesome! I love it when we get together and do things!" Cody said in a wholesome tone. Nick and Paul smiled, and Nate smirked, looking away.
"Yeah, totally. Let's go before someone tells us to get back to class." Paul said, pushing everyone along.
Nick and Nate picked up their bags and the 4 walked to the parking lot. Turns out, the day was pretty exciting for our students from Saint Bernard High School.
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