Saint Bernard Boys - Gym: Part 2

Part One 

 

Soon everyone was standing and ready to go. Everyone's balls were hurting, so everyone was on the same level. Jordan and Liam vs Justin and Nate in a game of hoops.

"First to 10?" Justin asked.

"First to 10." Liam replied.

And so, it was first to 10. The 4 boys all got into it, and actually played fairly. Both teams wanted to win, as both teams really didn't want to lose. No one wanted to get busted again after what happened so far. 

It was tied 7-7 when Justin took off his white tee, showing off his hard defined abs and inspiring, hairless body.

"Woohoo! Show it off Justin bay-bay!" Jordan said excitedly.

Liam smirked, and took his shirt off too. Though not as bulky, Liam does not look any worse. Beautiful and hairless, defined and masculine. Jordan was in heaven. He decided to join and and took off his shirt too. Not as strong as Liam and Justin, but he still has much to be proud of. He cares about his appearance and the pink haired hottie looks damn great shirtless. 6 pack, great pecs. Decently sized arms. No one should be complaining about Jordan's body.

"Come on Nate. Join the fun." Jordan said, wanting Nate to take his shirt off. Nate shrugged and put the basketball on the floor. He decided to join in too. A six pack, but much slimmer than the other 3. He's the only one of the 3 who didn't shave completely either, as he had some hair going down towards his manhood over his strong upper body.

"I like it Nate. Looking like a man."

"And you look like a pussy." Nate said, who bent over and picked up the basketball and threw it to Jordan. Jordan and Liam scored last, so they had control of the ball. Jordan dribbled the ball, hunched over. He ran to Nate's left, running past the hairy chested teenager. Jordan and Nate's hair flailed through the air as both ran with intensity, in the name of sportsmanship. Nate tried to smack the ball out of Jordan's hand, but was unable to do so. Jordan ran up closer to the basket, and jumped in the air and shot the ball out at the height of his jump.

The ball would have went in, if it were not for Justin's vertical. Justin ran up to the basket and jumped up in front of the hoop, and smacked the ball back, still in play, but slowly dribbling out of bounds. Nate ran towards the ball and smacked it, getting it into his possession. He turned around to face forward, and moved towards the hoop while dribbling. Jordan was covering him, and Nate moved his back to Jordan, keeping the ball away from him. He feigned to the left, then ran right, tripping Jordan up. Nate ran and threw the ball up to the board, and Justin jumped up and with his 6 foot 3 frame, alley-oop'd the ball with authority.

"YEAAAHHHH!! WOOOO!" Justin yelled, beating his chest, establishing himself as the alpha male. "FUCKING DESTROYED!!" A hyped Justin yelled as he and Nate ran at each other and shared a chest bump.

"Liam, where the fuck were you?!?" Jordan asked his partner.

"Giving these two false hope." Liam responded as Justin got in position for Liam to toss him the ball.

"That was sexy, wasn't it?" Justin said as he caused his pecs to dance. Liam laughed and nodded.

"I'm wet dude." 

Justin's redheaded best friend tossed him the ball. Liam was actually bit wet, but it wasn't in that sense. He was glimmering with sweat. Liam wasn't the only one wet, all 4 boys were wet, and enthusiastic. Justin was dribbling the ball with a smile, looking for an opportunity to run past Liam.

"It's over dude, just let us finish this quickly. I'll go easy on your balls, I swear."

"And throw away the opportunity to crush those gigantic potatoes there?" Liam said, pointing to Justin's crotch. "Not gonna haPPEN!" He said as he quickly ran in and tried to slap the ball away. Justin saw it coming and dazzled with an unexpected pass to himself and ran around Liam. Jordan ran up to Justin and tried to cover him, to make up for his teammates misstep. Justin held the ball in his hand, and twisted his upper body away from Jordan, who was standing with his arms raised in front. Justin bent over, and tried to find a hole in Jordan's defense. He tossed in between Jordan's legs, and Nate ran up and got a hold of the ball. He turned around and steadied himself and went for a shot. The ball circled on the rim, but fell on the wrong side, the ball still in play. Nate ran in trying to catch it, but Liam was there first and took possession. He got in position and went for a shot. This shot went in. 8-8.

"Good shit, Liam." Jordan said, slapping the redhead's firm ass. His black shorts moving with his ass, and bright smile shining.

"Piss easy. They've got no chance." Liam said as he got ready, waiting for Justin to give him the ball.

Justin stood in front and tossed him the ball. Liam dribbled the ball and smiled as he said "It's over now. We're gonna get 2 baskets and your balls are ours."

"Yeah, yeah. Less talk, more losing." Justin teased.

"Does that mean if I talk more, I'll win more?" Liam joked.

Justin laughed and shrugged. "Idk my dude. Test it out and tell me."

"Okay, well. You know, as the brains of this relationship, I'd like you to know that I think you should consider cutting your hair. It looks great the way it is now, messy shaggy looks good on you! It's the kind of hair one can run a hand through and take a healthy grasp of when in an act where a firm grasp of hair would be helpful. Such as sex or a street fight. However, I think you'd look much better with short hair."

Justin laughed and shook his head. "Can we please save this untiOH FUCK." Justin let out as Liam ran past him when he wasn't paying attention. Nate wasn't expecting this either apparently, as Liam was able to get up to the rim with ease and scored an easy point. 9-8.

"Fucking played!" Liam said sticking his tongue out at his best friend. "Seriously though, I think you'd look better with short hair."

"Implying I'm not a sexy beast as is." Justin insisted as he picked up the ball and held it before tossing it to Liam.

"Don't be ridiculous, of course you are. But I think you could pull off a buzz cut so well. A military style hair cut. Mmmm honey, you'd be drowning in pussy!"

Justin smirked and rubbed his hand through his hair. He thought about it as he held the basketball in his hand.

"Don't listen to him Justin, he's just trying to lower your guard." Nate said. Justin turned around to look at his teammate. Nate's skin was glistening as he put his hands on his sweats. He then moved a hand to his package to re-arrange himself. "Focus on game, if we lose another basket, they win, and it's going to be your fault." Nate did not want to get his balls busted. The feeling was mutual, between the two teammates. 

Justin nodded and looked back to Liam. He dribbled a bit then gave the ball to Liam and focused on the the game. 

As Liam dribbled, he tried to run past Justin, but Justin backed up and stood himself in front of his ginger wrestling friend, blocking his path and taking up as much space as he could. Liam contorted his upper body and looked for something to do. He saw Jordan open to his left and tossed it.

Just then, Nate ran between the two and took control of the ball. He quickly turned and ran towards the basket, dribbling the ball along the way as to not travel. He stopped at an angle before the basket, and readied himself for an easy shot. It would've gotten just net, but Jordan sprinted at Nate when he first realized he had control of the ball. As the ball left Nate's hands, Jordan jumped up and slapped the ball out of bounds.

"You fucking dickhead." Nate spat.

"Not gonna score that easily..." Jordan said, as he jogged to the ball and held it in his hands. He pushed his hands in, trying to crush the ball. But this ball was too strong and didn't mold to the pressure between Jordan's hands. 

Jordan threw the ball to Nate, putting it in play, and instantly ran up to cover him. Liam was covering Justin. Nate dribbled and confidently stood, looking for his moment. He slowly walked to his side, and Jordan followed, taking this moment to regain his breath. Quickly, Jordan jumped in to slap the ball, but Nate twisted himself around with ball in hand, and ran around Jordan. Jordan tried to recover and turn himself around and tried to get the ball out of Nate's hand. However, Jordan missed. Well, the assumption is he missed. He didn't smack the basketball, but instead smacked Nate's personal balls with his backhand. Nate let out a grunt and fell to his knees, head on the floor.

"Oh fuck, I didn't mean to." Jordan said laughing. It appeared to be an accident, but it's an accident Jordan's more than fine with. Anytime a mistake allows him to touch a hot guys dick and balls, it's a happy little accident in his eyes. He moved down and wrapped his arm around Nate's extended body with friendly intentions to establish is lack of intent.

"Fuck off..." Nate spat, slapping Jordan's arm away. Nate grunted at the sudden movement, and rolled onto his side, holding his nuts with both hands.

"I'm so sorry, it was an honest mistake." Jordan said, on his knee next to Nate.

Nate ignored Jordan and clenched his mouth and eyes, groaning through pain. He rolled onto his side, facing away from Jordan and moved his arm to the floor in front of him.

"That's a foul, isn't it?" Justin said.

"Yeah, I guess. He'll get a free shot when he feels up to it." Liam said.

"Free shot? We should win off this..." Nate moaned.

"What? After an accident?" Jordan asked, baffled at Nate's request.

"I could be crippled after this... at a complete disadvantage."

"Oh, and we weren't after you busted us earlier?" Liam asked.

"That was evened out. Jordan made sure of that..." Nate responded, remembering his balls getting uppercutted earlier. It didn't do him any favors.

"Haha yeah, I forgot about that. That was a hell of an attack Jordan. It looked real professional!" Liam remembered with glee.

"I know! It felt really powerful, and it was a cool feeling. His balls on my bicep. It was a direct hit, haha!"

"Fuck both of you." Nate spat, pushing himself to his feet.

"Come on baby, we're just having a bit of fun. Lighten up." Liam said.

"Lighten up? You're telling Nate to lighten up?" Jordan asked laughing.

"That's like telling Cosby to stop raping girls." Nate spoke, deadpannly.

"Oh my." 

"That escalated a bit." 

"Yeah... uh, let's move on haha. Whenever you're ready Nate." Jordan said, passing Nate the ball. Nate walked in front of the hoop and readied himself. Jordan, Liam and Justin stood around him, waiting for Nate to take the shot. The sound of the ball bouncing off the floor was like a clock, and everyone was filled with anticipation, wondering what's going to happen next. Nate took a breath then took the shot, getting nothing but net. 9-9.

"Easy." Nate confidently said. Justin walked up to Nate and gave him a playful head rub.

"Yo, don't mess with my hair." Nate pulled away, sounding annoyed.

"Yeah Justin. All Nate has is his hair, can't ruin that." Jordan teased. Nate glared at Jordan, who was laughing and skittering away. "Don't punch my dick please." He said jovially, covering his manhood.

Nate laughed and shook his head. "Last round, let's do this. Loser gets swollen balls."

Jordan went to pick up the basketball and positioned himself between Nate and the basket. He took a breath in then tossed Nate the ball and waited for Nate to make a move. Nate took a step back and switched hands to dribble. Everyone knew this was it. 

Nate bobbed his head rhythmically, waiting patiently for something to happen. Nate feigned a movement to Jordan's left, then instantly juked back to his right, but Jordan didn't fall for it. He stayed in place, and waited for Nate to commit. Nate smirked and stood in place holding the ball up. He positioned himself for a shot, and Jordan panicked and jumped up as he thought Nate would shoot. Nate didn't, and ran to Jordan's right. Jordan let out a "fuck" as he came back down to the ground and tried to follow Nate, but his ankles aren't supposed to move that way, so he fell down. Nate laughed and jogged closer to the basket.

Liam ran up to Nate, and tried to make sure he couldn't score an easy game winner. Nate kept the ball away from him and passed to the now open Justin. Justin caught the ball and extended his strong body as he went for the game-winner. The ball was rapidly approaching the net with a sense of victory spiraling around it. Nate and Justin were about to let out a game winning cheer, but Liam refused to allow this. As the ball came closer and closer, Liam ran at the basket with determination, like his balls were on the line. He jumped at the perfect time, extended his arms at the perfect time, and came into contact with the ball when it was inches from catching net.

Justin and Nate's expression of anticipated glee quickly morphed to an expression of shock. Meanwhile, Jordan's expression of horror changed to an expression of bewildered elation. Liam grabbed the ball and twisted his body mid air. He let out a invigorated and masculine battle-cry as he threw the ball straight down. However, he didn't think the whole scenario through.

Liam threw the bouncy ball straight down at the height of his jump as he became overwhelmed with hype, flexing all of his muscles. And he has many of them. Tightening his body, veins pulsing out, body looking even more powerful than before, even glisteneing in sweat. And as he came down from the moment of fame, the basketball he threw with impressive force came bouncing right back up. Right back up to his black shorts. Liam instantly let out a dry wheeze and pulled his legs together. He dropped loudly to the floor with a thud, feet first cupping his manhood. 

As the ball made direct contact with Liam's large orbs between his legs, it fell straight back down to the floor. The force caused the basketball to bounce back up again, connecting with Liam's face as he was doubled over partially, which caused his head to snap back. Liam fell on his back with a thud.

Justin and Nate proceeded to erupt in contagious laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"AHAHAI-I I CAN'THAHAHAHAHAHOHMYGAHAHAHAD"

Nate and Justin weren't able to focus on anything as they were overcome with hilarity. The ball was rolling slowly towards Jordan who was still on the floor, who was also quite amused with the scenario. But then he realized. The ball was still in play. It never left bounds. The closest it came is going where the sun don't shine. But it even that was technically in play. Jordan picked up the ball and carefully dribbled the ball up to the basket and scored an easy point as Nate and Justin were crying laughter. However, Justin did see the ball in the air and meet the net.

"HA! We won!" Jordan said, trying to talk over the two laughing hotties.

"Oh shit, he's right..." Justin said, trying to stop laughing. But then he looked back at Liam who was on his back, both hands holding his package, and proceeded to laugh again.

"Did you hear me? I said we won. You two lost." Jordan said, walking up to the two who still couldn't contain themselves. Nate rubbed his eyes and focused on Jordan.

"What?"

"While you two were pre-occupied with laughing your asses off, the ball rolled to me. I picked it up and scored."

"Huh? The ball was... out... wasn't it?" Nate asked, turning to Justin.

"No, it wasn't. It just bounced up to Liam's balls than his facehahahahahaha..."

"Yeah, haha..." Jordan started off "...then it rolled towards me. Never went out of play."

"Oh come on... you're serious?" Nate said, not laughing anymore. The reality of defeat ruined his mood.

"Yeah my dude. Your balls are ours! Muhahahaha!" Jordan said with a decent evil laugh.

"Yeah Nate, he's right I think. Doesn't matter, it's worth it to see that comedy of errors." Justin said.

"Oh, I remember reading that in class. Shakespeare's boring as fuck, and Mr. Rivera is a monotone tool." Jordan said laughing.

"Oh, I have Mrs. Jones. She's awesome." Justin said.

"Lucky... she has a huge rack too." Jordan said. He didn't care for her rack, but she was definitely a cool English teacher.

"I know. And I swear she flirts with me too, haha."

"Whatever bro. What does matter, is that you two lost. And me and Liam have your balls now. If he ever recovers..." Jordan said as he turned around, looking at Liam. Liam was moaning from his stomach one hand holding his nuts, the other over his nose.

"My fucking balls jesus. I think I'm bleeding too..." Liam said as he raised his hand off his face. "Yeah, bloody nose, haha... awwww..." Liam said as he rolled over onto his back. 

"Liam, that was fucking hilarious." Justin said, walking over to his buddy.

"I'm sure it was. It was such an awesome save too... then that happened. Ruined everything..."

"Not everything." Jordan said with a skip in his step. "While these two were dying of laughter, I got us our last point. We won, haha."

"Aha! All part of the plan. Distract you with humor, so we get an easy win." Liam said, not convincing anyone.

"Sure buddy. Be glad I find you making a mess of yourself to be as funny as I do." Nate replied.

"Oh, I am ECSTATIC." Liam said, as Justin helped him up. "Now I get to bust both of you. How are we gonna do this?"

Just then, the coach blew his whistle. "Time to get going boys, bell's going to ring."

All the boys started heading to the locker rooms, except for the 4 this story is centered around.

"Well, we could just wait downstairs, right? Luckily for us, gym is our last class of the day, and we have some time before practice starts." Justin said.

"Yeah sure. And, how about you two take your shorts off? Busts in your underwear." Jordan added.

"Why would I agree to that?" Nate said.

"Uhhh... because I just gave you the best laugh you had in a long time? And I'm asking you really, really nicely? Pretty please?" Liam kindly asked.

"Maybe he's just small. Probably scared."

"Fuck off, I'm not scared."

"So prove it. In your tighty whities!" Jordan said.

"They aren't tighty whities... and fine, whatever." Nate said as they all went to the locker room.

They 4 boys sat around and waited in the locker room. Everyone left, but one person.

"Yo, Justin. Sorry about that earlier. Honest mistake." Lucas said, interrupting the 4's conversation.

"Oh yeah. Sure, whatever Lucas."

"Do you not believe me?"

"No."

"Why not?" Lucas said with a confident shit-eating smile.

"Because you're a piece of shit. You always pull shit like this."

"Wow, that hurts. When have I ever-"

"Last year, we were working out. I was doing chin-ups and you punted me in the balls for no reason." Justin replied.

"Haha, I remember that."

"Yeah, me too." Justin spat.

"Well, whatever. Hope your balls are okay big boy, haha." Lucas said, as he turned around and left the locker room. Now the 4 were the only ones there.

"Fucking hate that guy."

"He's pretty cute." Jordan said.

"You think everyone is cute." Liam said.

"Not true. Mrs. Jones is overrated." Jordan said with a smirk.

"That's because she doesn't have a dick. If she had a dick and an Adam's apple, you'd be into her."

"Let's not talk about Mrs. Jones having a dick, let's just get this over with." Justin said, standing up. None of the 4 had a shirt on still, and Justin was about to be the first without shorts either. He bent over and lowered his shorts, showing off too small, white briefs. His bulge was bigger than the underwear. You could see everything outlined, his huge fat dick hanging low, pointing towards his right leg, and his gigantic perfectly round testicles hanging beneath, weighing down his underwear. There was barely enough space to cover everything.

"Daaayuummm..." Jordan said, in awe. "I am...wow."

Liam doesn't want to say anything that he hasn't already said. He's eyed that very scene almost every day, and it never ceases to give him great pleasure. 

Nate didn't say anything but he too, was in awe of Justin's package. He suddenly felt very insecure about his average sized package.

"Your turn Nate." Jordan said, excited.

Nate took a breath and held his hands over the waistband of his sweats. "I swear to god, if any of you spit shit, I'm going to get you back so fucking hard." 

Nate glared around at the three, waiting to see something happen. He saw serious expressions, then felt comfortable to continue. He lowered his sweats and displayed his less impressive package. He was wearing green american eagle boxer briefs that looked okay on him. It would have looked a lot better if he wasn't standing next to an Adonis.

"You look fine Nate." Jordan said sincerely. "Balls are hanging really nicely too."

Nate's average sized dick looked regular, but good, in his underwear. It was clearly outlined as it lied sideways to the left, and his low hanging nuts looked soft and plump beneath. The left one hanged a bit lower. Nate also some hair heading down into his underwear and a decent amount of hair leaving both legs too.

"And I dig the hair too. It looks decent on you."

"Whatever. Let's get this over with." Nate said, hiding his face. He was embarrassed.

"Don't hide yourself Nate, you look fine." Jordan insisted. 

"I know." Nate quickly responded. "Just... come on. Let's get this over with."

"Sure, sure. Rules are-" 

Liam interrupted. "Each of us get either a punch, kick, knee, or something of the like on each of them."

"Can we squeeze?"

"Sure!"

"There has to be a time limit though for squeezes, come on." Justin pleaded. 

"Yeah, that's understandable. How long of a squeeze is comparable to a kick or something?" Liam asked.

"Uhhh... 7 seconds?" Justin said without thinking too much. 

"Sure, 7 seconds."

"Okay. So, since Liam won us the game..." Jordan said with a smile "...he can go first."

"Okay, okay... Justin, Nate move over to the middle of the locker room. And spread out a bit."

The two obliged and moved over to the middle. Justin, dark blond hair, dark blue eyes and exceptionally impressive masculine body on full display. Hairless body, perfectly manscaped. Huge package looking remarkable. Next to him, the less impressive Nate with smooth, boyish good looks and wavey light brown hair. Slim yet strong body. He does have a 6 pack and is defined. But there is no mistaking he dwarfs in comparison to Justin in almost every aspect. Except body hair.

"May I start off with saying, thank you guys for looking so lovely today."

"I look lovely everyday." Justin said with a smile. His hands over his head, and he rotated his pelvis seductively. Liam stared at Justin's package and licked his lips.

"Like what you seEEEEEEEEEOOOAAAAAHHHH" Justin squirmed as Liam quickly grabbed Justin's huge balls in the palm of his hand. Liam kept his eyes on Justin's bulge. He watched as he crushed his hand around the perfectly round orbs and deformed slightly under the pressure his strong hand was putting on.

"6 Seconds!" Jordan cheered. 

Liam twisted his hand, causing Justin to whimper and wiggle his knees, as he felt the power drain out of his body. Justin's hands were firmly around Liam's wrist.

"5 Seconds!"

Liam snapped his hand back, stretching his best friends ball chords. Justin shrieked as he started to fall forward and barely kept himself up.

"4 Seconds!"

Liam increased the pressure, closing his strong masculine hand around the sexy blonde's delicate manhood. Justin closed his blue eyes and let out another whimper.

"3 Seconds!"

Liam looked up from Justin's manhood, and watched his best friend's handsome face contort as he started digging his nails into Justin's meaty orbs.

"2 Seconds!"

Liam started shaking his guilty hand around in circles, just having fun with it. Justin eyes opened and rolled into the back of his head as his mouth opened in a silent scream.

"1 Second!"

Liam tried to close his fist completely, which led Justin to letting out a guttural hacking noise, as his legs started to give in.

"Done!"

Liam let go and Justin dropped to the floor, holding his package. He let out painful gasps as he tried to find his breath, as he rolled around like a fish.

"That... was fun!" Liam said, looking at the hand that just crushed Justin's manhood. He smiled, then looked down at his hot best friend who is unable to do anything but display his gorgeous body, which was being ravaged by the pain his testicles was shooting through his entire body. Entirely immersed in agony.

"I'm not sure everyone would agree with that, haha." Jordan said, holding his package. However, Jordan was enjoyed that a lot. He was looking forward to this. 

Liam turned to Nate, who was starting at Justin uncomfortably, with his two arms crossed by his lower stomach. He knew he was going to feel something similarly nauesating first hand, soon. Liam took advantage of Nate's distracted state, and grabbed his shoulder and shot a huge, knee of retribution into Nate's nads, raising Nate off his feet. 

Nate doubled over and lied his body over Liam's knee, which he kept in place. Nate eyes and mouth wide, his mouth making croaking as he felt his nuts squish into his pelvis and pain start to envelop his consciousness. Liam bit his lip, as he twisted his knee in place, pushing Nate's lower body down with his hand, causing Nate even more pain than he'd already be experiencing. Liam moved his knee out and Nate crashed to the floor face first. Nate pulled his hands in between his legs, and pressed them firmly over his testicles. He whined and rolled around, and coughed out as he curled in. Jordan and Liam were staring at the bulge that Nate was gently holding, seeing it shift around, following the wrinkles that were creasing around his crotch. They looked at his decently defined, hairy abs as he rolled and took pleasure in how Nate's attractive facial structure was scrunching and displaying himself, in this moment of pure emotion. 

"Damn Liam... that was mean..."

"Mean, schmean. I took advantage of my situation to get the most I possibly could. Plus, he deserved it!"

Meanwhile, Nate let out a stressed out grunt and writhed on the floor. Experiencing a taste of what he has coming to him. 

"Sure, sure. Say whatever it takes make you feel better about ruining the sex life of these two amazing boys, who without a doubt would be making some lucky girl very happy."

"Or lucky sock." Liam said, creating laughter between the two.

"Well, you had fun... but I think I'm going to have to wait now. These two aren't going to be ready for awhile..."

"So? Just because they aren't ready doesn't mean you have to wait." Liam said, turning to Justin and Nate. Justin was curled in a ball, kicking his legs, hands protecting his eggs. Nate was also in a similar state. 

"Justin! Stand up, it's Jordan's turn!"

"No, please!" Justin croaked out. "Please, wait."

"Come on, get it over with! We'll be waiting here all day if you had any say about it! Get up-"

"No, it's fine." Jordan said, walking over to Justin. "He can stay on the floor. He has to move his hands though."

"You heard that, friend? Jordan's letting you stay on the floor. All you gotta do is move your hands!"

Justin groaned and shook his head. "But he's gonna break my balls!" 

Jordan laughed and nodded his head. "He's not wrong!"

"No, no he's not..." Liam laughed kneeling next to Justin. Liam took a hold of Justin's wrists, and tried to pull them apart. Justin struggled and begged for Liam to stop. 

"No, stop! Please, please, please-"

"Stop struggling! Just let it happen, Justin!" 

Liam moved his hands lower, and started to peel Justin's fingers away from the mammoth pair of testicles they were trying to conceal. Liam started to unwrap Justin's fingers one by one, and Justin started thrashing around. 

"I got his legs!" Jordan exclaimed, as he grabbed onto Justin's feet, before they started kicking too hard. He held onto Justin's feet well, keeping them just spread out enough, as his nuts were slowly being unveiled for Jordan's longing, glimmering eyes. 

With a sudden pull, Liam was able to pull Justin's hands completely off, and his large, malleable meat bag was ripe for the stomping. 

"No! Please, wait!" Justin begged as he half-heatedly tried to break free. His voice was more commanding than his body movements. Justin was already weak from all the nut pain, and already, painfully accepted his fate.

"Any last words, Justin?" Jordan asked, looking into Justin's begging eyes. Those dark blue eyes looked so scared and big, and Jordan would've loved to look at them for longer. But with the silence, he knew his stare had to go lower, and there he saw Justin's manhood, vividly outlined in his white underwear. With his legs spread, and Jordan looking down, he could make out exactly what it is he wanted to see. 

He raised his leg high, and pushed his heel into those Justin's left walnut, pushing through and into Justin's young body with malicious intent. Justin cried out and froze as he felt his testicle get stomped on, and the pain flooded his gorgeous, but now quite useless, body. 

Jordan kept his foot in there, as he held tightly onto Justin's feet and looked over Justin with admiration. His body was so perfect and built, and with Liam holding back his hands, he was sprawled out and you could really make out so much of him. Jordan couldn't help but pull his heel around in a circluar motion, just to feel more of Justin for longer. He frantically looked between Justin's crotch, his tensing body and his handsome, boyish face, as it grew redder and tighter by the second. 

Mercifcally, Jordan pulled his foot out, and threw Justin's lifeless legs to the floor. Liam let go, and Justin curled up in absolute agony. Justin's eyes watered down, as he weakly kicked his feet and made pained, breathless noises.

"my balls... fucking balls..." Justin managed to croak, lowly and weakly, before he started making unintelligible noises. 

"And you called me mean..." Liam said with a sympathetic expression on. 

"I... don't care right now. That felt amazing! They were so big and fun!" 

Liam laughed and nodded his head. "That's why everyone does it!"

Liam saw Nate behind Jordan, and nodded his head towards him. "And, you get to have some more fun now too." 

Jordan turned around and saw Nate lying on his back, and gently nursing his nuts with his eyes closed. Jordan got to a knee, and put his hand on Nate's thigh. Nate jumped a bit and tried to push Jordan off. 

"Get off me-"

"Chill, Nate. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Like fuck you won't!" Nate spat, feeling cornered and vulnerable. 

"Seriously! Remember before, when you said you'd let me give you a blowjob?" 

Nate looked at Jordan cautiously, then looked at Liam. Then back at Jordan. 

"So, you do remember?" Jordan said, as he reached in towards Nate's crotch. Nate pushed him away and tried to crawl back, but Jordan latched onto his green underwear, and didn't let him go. He pulled it somewhat off him, and Nate had some of his pubes protruding over where his underwear was before. 

"What the fuck, get off-"

"It's either this, or I get to punch your balls in. Which is it?"

Nate cautiously looked at Jordan, and looked pretty hesitant. Nate didn't want to give in, but he really didn't want to get his balls bashed again. He was already hurting.

"Trust me, I'd be fine with either. But, I'd much rather suck you off... you like such a real man..." Jordan mused, looking over Nate's body. Nate looked down, and watched as Jordan's hand crawled over and rubbed Nate's hairy stomach, and slowly lowered. Nate looked up at Jordan and nodded his head. Jordan smiled and pulled down Nate's underwear. Nate's cock was already semi-hard. 

Jordan shoved his head down, and pushed Nate's cock in his mouth, and Nate instantly let out a moan of pleasure, as he lied back and let Jordan work on him. Jordan did everything he could do make Nate feel amazing, and the moans of pleasure, and vibrations, all gave Jordan the confidence to keep on going. Everything he did felt perfect, and Nate responded perfectly. Jordan had Nate in the palm of his hand. 

Jordan moved a hand to Nate's balls, and gently caressed them. He had no intention to hurt him, and just wanted to make sure everything felt as good for Nate as possible. Jordan wanted Nate to appreciate him. Break through that tough exterior, and give Jordan something soft. Something sticky and sweet. 

Jordan slowed himself down when he felt Nate was starting to get too close, then picked back up to keep him reeling. Nate couldn't hold himself back though, and reached the point of no return before too long. 

Jordan felt Nate twitching and prepared himself for what must be coming next. Nate let out a moan of pure ecstasy and shook involuntarily, as his cock exploded and rushed out a stream of semen, pouring down Jordan's mouth. Jordan did the best he could, then pulled Nate's cock out, and had some of his spunk coat his face. Jordan moaned out himself, and began to lick the spunk off his face. Nate's cock stopped erupting and started shrinking back to it's average size. 

"Wow... that was, so gay dude." Liam said, reminding Jordan that he was there. 

Jordan looked up at Liam, catching a breath, the puckering his lips and giving Liam an air smooch. Liam laughed and feigned pride, holding his hands over his heart. 

Jordan slowly stood up and let Nate lie back and appreciate what was just given to him. 

"Anything to say, Nate?" Jordan asked. 

Nate opened his eyes and looked at Jordan as he too caught his breath, and shifted on the floor. His dick and balls were on the floor, recently used and somewhat drained. He closed his eyes and nodded his head. 

"Yeah... you did a good job, faggot."

Jordan smiled and licked his lips again. He appreciated those words, and understood that coming from Nate, those words were very celebratory. 

Out of nowhere, when looking down at the miserable, but hot teenage body sprawled naked on the floor, Jordan saw a foot stomp down onto Nate's long, but average, bare manhood. It stomped over his dick and balls, crushing both into the floor, then dragging their foot back before Nate could react in time. 

Nate screamed out and curled in, eyes shut and mouth blaring as his body rolled and writhed around, cupping his sore and extra-sensitive, drained testicles. He wheezed and attacked the floor, and Jordan stood there in shock. 

"Jordan! Why the fuck did you do that to Nate!?" 

"What!?" Jordan responded, turning to the sound of the accuser. He saw Liam smiling at him, and before he could say anything, he saw Liam duck slightly and then felt a strong smack, bang into his own crotch. Jordan shrieked and doubled over, and toppled to the floor with a hand helplessly trying to guide him to the floor. 

"Don't worry Nate! I got him back for you. That was so disgusting, I can't believe he did that to you!" Liam said aloud, aimed at Nate, who was too busy writhing and trying not to vomit on the floor to be able to respond. 

"Fuck you, Jordan!" Nate spat out, his face growing red and pain still getting worse. He whined out and convulsed as he lied back and let his eyes roll. 

"Liam... what the fuck is wrong with you..." Jordan croaked out from his knees. He looked up at Liam with hurt and pained eyes. 

"Me!? You stomped Nate! I was just getting you back for him!"

"Fuck off!" Jordan spat out, looking down. 

"Hey, don't hate the player, hate the game." Liam laughed as he looked around the empty locker room. All 3 boys were curled and experiencing their own intensity of the same, naturally boyish pain, and Liam was appreciative to have everything in front of him. Then, he heard his phone go off, and opened to check his message. 

"Oh shit, that's right. Justin come on, we gotta get ready for practice."

"Nooo..." Justin groaned out, rolling on the floor. He cried softly, which sounded like it was a beg for mercy. 

"Come on, let's at least get you up. Let's see how we're feeling when we get there, alright?"

"Mmmm... fine... you gotta carry me, bro."

"I'll help walk you there, but you gotta use your legs." Liam said as he bent over and helped Justin get up. Liam used his body as a stand for Justin to latch onto and lean on. Justin's heavy frame was wobbling on his feet, and Liam wrapped one of Justin's huge arms around his neck. Justin's other arm was reaching and gently holding onto his throbbing gonads. 

"Alright, let's go to wrestling practice!" Liam said, being pulled down by the weight of Justin's almost limp frame, but tried to sound excited. 

The two of them left Jordan and Nate in the room by themselves. Jordan watched as Liam and Justin walked away, then got to his feet and slowly walked over to Nate, who was curled on his side. Jordan heard him lowly crying. 

"I didn't stomp you, Nate. Liam did then blamed me for it."

Nate didn't say anything, and continued to lie there. Jordan moved a hand to Nate's back and tried to comfort him, but Nate pulled in and skittered away. 

"Nate, I-"

"I heard you. Shut the fuck up."

Jordan nodded and looked around. There was no one here right now, but he didn't know for how long, this may be the case. 

"I don't know how long we got this room to ourselves bro, you gotta get up." 

Nate opened his eyes and looked around. No one else was there, but he looked down and realized that being naked next to Jordan might not look so good if some random guys came in here. 

"Do you need help up?" Jordan asked. Nate turned to him, and saw a soft expression on Jordan's young face. Nate could read Jordan pretty well in the moment, and felt that Jordan meant what he said. 

"Yes... please. Thank you."

Jordan leaned over and helped pull Nate up, who made it to his feet with a struggle. 

"And... if you tell anyone about this, I'm going to break your balls queer."

Jordan laughed and nodded. "There he is."

"Shut up."

Nate however, was wide open. "Nate is wide open, bro."

Jordan noticed this, and nodded his head. "Okay." He smiled and with care moved behind Nate, trying not to disturb him. Not that it would matter, Nate was a bit gone. Jordan could have beeped like a bulldozer and Nate wouldn't have moved an inch. Jordan took a few steps back and got a good view of Nate's low hanging testicles hanging in their sack. Two decently sized orbs hanging delicately and prominently. Jordan licked his lips, and moved his dick up to stay out of it's way. He didn't want anything to hinder his kick if he could help it.

Jordan took a quick running start and sent a devastating kick to Nate's bollocks. A thwack was made, as Nate's lower body was raised off the floor. As the kick raised him, Nate's world was introduced to an even worse agony than he was already subjected to. This new world made Nate scream a most agonizing wail as he he shot his hands down to his sore testicles. He rolled around, moaning and groaning in agony. His face grew red as his started coughing terribly.

"I think I broke Nate."

"Nah, he'll be okay. Probably. Haha."

"Not gonna lie..." Jordan said, looking down at Nate. His slim body tensing, holding his throbbing testicles. His legs kicking his eyes bulging out, making painful noises. "...Getting Nate like this... is so rewarding. Because you just know he fucking deserves this."

"I feel the same way about Sven. Don't tell him that though, he'd castrate me."

"You can bust Sven? I feel like he's the kind of guy who'd destroy you if you tried."

"I do sometimes. You gotta know when you can, because he's... you know. Sven."

"Yeah..."

Jordan looked back to Justin, who was curled up. He really wanted to bust him.

"Liam, help me with Justin. Hold his arms down." Jordan said as he stood in front of Justin's legs. Liam moved over and grabbed Justin's arms, prying them away from his huge package. Justin was struggling and made pleading noises. Jordan grabbed Justin's ankles and looked straight down at his mammoth package.

"Justin is such a specimen, good lord..." Jordan said, loving this view. Justin's huge package displayed in front of him, his amazing one of a kind body twisting and turning in front of him. Totally at Jordan's mercy. Jordan let go of Justin's left leg, freeing up his right hand. He started rubbing his own cock as he felt pre-cum start to ooze out.

"I'm... gonna whip this out I think... he's begging for release."

Liam looked around to make sure no one else was here. "Be quick. That would be very awkward to explain."

Jordan lowered his shorts and had his large cock at full mast on display. He slowly rubbed it as he looked down at Justin, who was still struggling against Liam's grasp. Justin's strong body squirming around, one leg in Jordan's hand, the other against the floor. His bulge staring right at Jordan. Jordan finds this situation utterly sensual in so many ways. He let out a sexual gasp as he rubbed himself. Jordan moved his foot over Justin's testicles, and slowly pressured down. Justin moaned as he felt his balls get squashed. Jordan put a bit more pressure, flattening Justin's orbs. Justin's mouth opened in a grimace. Jordan lessened the pressure, then added more, then lessened. He kept this going for a few seconds, then really dug his feet down into Justin's nuts. Justin cried out in pain and followed it up with a gasp, as his body started thrashing. Jordan felt himself getting close, and realized Justin might not stay in this situation for much longer, so he went in for the kill. He raised his foot, and stomped it down heel first into Justin's oversized gonads. Justin's head shot up as he screamed an agonizing shriek. Jordan twisted his heel, feeling Justin's balls under squish around under his heel. Justin was yelling, trying to out-power Liam, but Liam tried his best to hold his best friend down from protecting his most delicate possessions.

Jordan closed his eyes and just felt Justin's balls under his heel, heard Justin's cries and came to a climax. His meaty huge cock erupted in a stream of creamy white, falling all over a screaming struggling Justin, as well as on a shirtless struggling Liam, who jumped back at the feeling of warm liquid falling onto him from above.

"What the fuck dude." Liam said, shaking himself, but still trying to hold Justin down. He looked up at Jordan who had his cock in his hand and a very satisfied expression on his face as he dropped Justin's other leg. Liam let go of Justin, who was now able to grab his aching balls. Justin let out a pained whimper as he held his manhood with delicate care. His legs on both sides of Jordan at first, but bringing them up and curling up in the fetal position. Jordan's eyes were shut as his remaining semen dripped out of his cock onto the floor beneath. Liam took this opportunity to show his disapproval of Jordan releasing his load onto him by sending his fist to Jordan's recently empty and extra-sensitive low hanging nuts. He punched them like they were a punching bag, causing them to slap back up against Jordan's ass. Jordan yelped out and doubled over. His moment of ecstasy being interrupted by a swift punch in the testicles. As Jordan's balls snapped back towards Liam's fist, he opened it and grabbed Jordan's nuts with enthusasim. Jordan yelped, and Liam pulled down, dropping Jordan to his knees. Jordan opened his eyes and mouth, letting out a cautious whimper as he felt his testicles get crushed in an unexpected grasp.

"Okayokay, let go dude." Jordan said through pain looking at Liam.

"You got some white shit on me, and that's not cool."

"Sorrysorrysorry, Ididn'tmeantoISWEAAARR" Jordan let out as Liam crushed his nuts without mercy.

"Better be sorry..." Liam said with a smirk. He wasn't too bothered by the cum getting on him. He knew it was an accident, and it's whatever. But he saw this as an opportunity he won't get everyday.

"You got some cum on my shoulder here... and my cheek too somehow. I'd like you to lick it off."

Jordan nodded furiously, willing to do just about anything to get Liam off his balls. Liam moved his shoulder to Jordan so he can lick the cum off. Jordan moved in and licked the salty semen off Liam's shoulder. Liam twisted his hand, creating more agony for Jordan. He gasped and moved his entire mouth over Liam's shoulder and screamed into his shoulder.

"Hey, hey, don't stop now. You still have to lick my cheek." Liam said. Jordan pulled back with a grimace and looked at Liam. Liam turned his cheek to Jordan, and Jordan moved in and licked the semen off of Liam's soft cheek. Liam closed his eyes as he felt Jordan's tongue doing it's thing on his cheek. Liam lessened the pressure on Jordan's balls. Liam turned his head to the pink haired agonized hottie and stared into his light blue eyes. Jordan stared back and felt the same thing, and shared an intimate moment. Both moved in and shared a passionate kiss for some moments. Then Liam pulled away. Jordan moved his hand to Liam's cheek and gently caressed it. Liam, with far less care, closed his hand around Jordan's nuts, causing Jordan to yelp again. Liam tugged back and let go, letting Jordan's nuts go. But before Jordan was able to protect his manhood, Liam sent an uppercut to Jordan's sore balls. Jordan let out a painful cry and fell onto his face. Jordan gagged with his ass in the air. Liam pulled back and stood up.

Liam looked around, and saw 3 crushed boys with crushed balls.

"I love this school."