Saint Bernard Boys: The Gym Part 1

“Nate, would you let me suck your dick?”

“Probably, yeah. Not right now.”

"See, I wish more straight boys were like you."

"Do you now?"

"Yeah. Open to a good time. Also, I find your mean streak to be pretty sexy." 

Nate moved his eyes away from his phone and looked at Jordan. Both were in their Saint Bernard's High School attire, ignoring the class they're in. Jordan's pink hair was looking absolutely fabulous. And his clean ocean eyes looked alive and happy to be making contact with Nate's mocca eyes. 

"Your hair is looking really good today too." Jordan said. 

It's true. Nate's wavey brown hair was looking very good, looking almost blonde. Almost blonde. It isn't blonde, it never was blonde... but at a glance one could assume so. His hair compliments his defined boyish looks, and his slender body looked great too, in his white dress shirt and tight tan khakis. Both hugged his frame well enough. 

"Thanks Jordan. You're looking... mighty gay yourself." 

Jordan laughed lightly. "Thanks I guess." He turned back to the front of the classroom with a smile. It was religion class, and neither boys gave a fuck about it. They're only in this class because their parents feel they'd get a better education if they pay for it. But both set of parents apparently forgot what taxes are for. 

Nate kept his eyes on Jordan. Tight light blue dress shirt, sporting a loud purple tie and tight white khakis hugging his strong legs with no spare space. Nate's mind was focused on something Jordan said to him. 

"You said... my mean streak is sexy?" 

Jordan turned back to face his cute neighbor. "Yeah, I said that."

"How? Paul has a mean streak too, do you find that sexy?"

"No, not really. Paul's more moody. You're always like yourself... it feels different."

"Does it?"

"Yeah... it's hard to describe. But you're sexier." 

"Mr. George, we are all aware that you have strayed far, far from God's light... but please don't distract your classmates." The teacher boredly and loudly spoke from across the room. 

Jordan looked back to the husky teacher who's trying to spread God's word to the 20 or so boys in the class. "Sorry Mr. Green."

As the teacher turned back to the board, Nate shot his fist down between Jordan's legs, punching the flirtatious teen in his balls. This flattened Jordan's ample bulge against the chair below. Jordan gasped and instinctively shot his legs up, banging against the desk with a thud. 

"Mr. George, please curb your enthusiasm." Mr. Green said annoyed, only glancing behind him to confirm it was Mr. George who's enthusiasm needed curbing. 

Jordan croaked as he held Nate's hand that was grabbing his bulge without much  empathy. Nate began to close his fingers around Jordan's meaty package. Jordan's defined face was pained, and was obviously in a state of discomfort. 

"Sorry Mr. Green... won't happen again..." Jordan managed to croak out. Mr. Green raised his eye brow at Jordan, realizing something wasn't quite right. But Mr. Green doesn't get paid enough to care. He turned back to the board. 

Jordan let out another croak as Nate further closed his hand around Jordan's gonads. He tried to close his strong legs, but Nate didn't allow this. 

"Yeah Mr. George... curb your enthusiasm..." Nate whispered in Jordan's ear as he twisted his hand, causing Mr. George's cute blue eyes to lose focus. Nate moved his hand around Jordan's bulge, and found the other sex organ between the boy's legs. Nate kept his eyes on Jordan's face as his facial expression changed from one of pure agony, to one of pain and wonder. Nate rubbed his finger across the head of Jordan's cock, as Jordan closed his eyes and his pain slowly was combated with a sense of pleasure. Jordan's dick started to get hard in Nate's hand as a smirk appeared on Nate's face. A tent began to form in Jordan's khakis. 

"That's not curbing your enthusiasm..." Nate whispered, as he held Jordan's shaft in his hand and started giving Jordan exactly what he wanted in the moment. 

Jordan let out a low moan, careful not to bring too much attention to himself. Jordan was enjoying this interaction, and he did not want Mr. Green to interrupt his fun. Nate watched as Jordan's face was immersed in what Nate was doing to his dick. 

"Ahahahhh..." Fluttered out of Jordan's mouth. Nate knew he had Jordan in the palm of his hand. 

Nate grew bored with the situation quickly, however. He didn't care to pleasure Jordan for too long. Nate soon lowered his hand from the shaft of Jordan's dick, and made sure he found exactly where his balls were. He raised his hand off Jordan's manhood, and before Jordan realized that he was no longer being fondled, he felt his testicles that were laying softly against the chair in his crotch, flatten with sudden authority. 

Nate shot his fist in between Jordan's spread legs. His cock was erect and out of the way, which stretched the fabric of his already tight khakis. This meant there was no where for Jordan's trapped testicles to move, as the two visible lumps underneath his erect penis was pummled into his pelvis. 

Jordan let out a loud yelp as he doubled over, head banging on the desk without a care. Luckily for him however, the bell rang at the same time, drowning out his enthusiasm with the bell signaling that religion class was over. 

"Okay everyone, don't forget to do the readings for tomorrow." Mr. Green said looking around the classroom. His eyes caught the peculiar scene that Jordan was playing out. His head was against the desk, as he appeared to be marching his feet, his hands below the desk. Mr. Green shook his head and sat in his desk, hoping he doesn't have to get back up before his next class starts. 

Nate was smiling as he stood up. He was glad with this situation, and enjoyed it while it lasted. He put his arm around the sexy teenager he just teased mercilessly. 

"Still find me sexy, I hope?" Nate said in Jordan's ear, only loud enough for him to hear. 

Nate took a seat on his desk, looking across at Jordan who's still holding his jewels with his head still on the desk. Jordan's balls were crippling him, unaware that the bell has rung. 

"That was cruel..." Jordan moaned, raising his head to face the cruel smirking tease. "...But yeah... still sexy as all hell." Jordan said, sitting up straight, cringing with the strenuous action of un-arching his back. 

"That's what I like to hear... come on, we gotta head to gym."

"Oh shit, is class over?" Jordan said, looking around, realizing everyone's leaving and Mr. Green is at his computer, trying to ignore everyone who's still not left yet. 

"Ugh... I'm not sure if I can walk thanks to your ruthless personality."

"You can waddle. I believe in you." Nate said, flipping his luscious hair as he turned his head away from Jordan, looking around the room. 

Jordan enjoyed the sight. Jordan went to stand up. As he stood, he held his crotch with his hand. Khakis riding up on him. Jordan cringed and pulled the tight fabric off his body, making it easier to cope. 

"Really hate wearing tight pants sometimes... it looks so good, but it's so damn uncomfortable." Jordan stated. 

"Yeah, I guess. Plus it makes it way more painful when you get busted too." Nate added. 

"Yeah... I realized that..." Jordan said, massaging his bulge. 

"Come on, let's go to Gym. I'll make sure you get there." Nate said. 

"Awww... how sweet." Jordan said rubbing Nate's arm with the hand that was just rubbing his crotch. 

Nate quickly sent a backhand to Jordan's already punished testicles, with a smack. Jordan let out a yelp and doubled over, falling on knees quite quickly. Both hands over his bulge as he moaned lowly, nose inches from the floor. 

"Ughh... that wasn't sweet..." Jordan groaned from the floor. Mr. Green is not entirely unaware of his surroundings, but he doesn't care. Boys will be boys, and he's only here to teach them the word of God. And nowhere in the bible does it state boys cannot be boys, nor does it state that ballbusting is prohibited. Well, it does say that wives may not grab another man's genitals in a fight. But this doesn't apply here, although he did realise Jordan was... a bit more colorful... then God probably wanted him to be. But, Mr. Green doesn't get paid enough to care. 

"Just trying to be as sexy as possible." Nate smiled as he took out his phone. Jordan looked up, and saw Nate daunting over him, looking at his phone. Nate looked slim and sexy in his comfortably tight khakis, and Jordan enjoyed the sight. He especially enjoyed the view. Jordan slowly stood up, without taking his eyes off Nate. When he got back up on his feet, he sent a quick painful tap to the sack of Nate, who wasn't paying attention. Nate grunted and stumbled back, doubled over as he dropped his phone. He let out a long groan as he closed his eyes and grit his teeth, shaking his head. 

"You fucking deser-"

"Don't curse in my classroom, Mr. George." Mr. Green said, still looking at his computer. 

"Sorry Mr. Green." Jordan replied, amused by Mr. Green's specificications for how he gives away fucks. "Me and Mr. Hogan apologize for the trouble."

"It's quite all right. Please go."

"Right away Mr. Green." Jordan said, standing up straight. "Come on Nate."

Nate looked up as his name was mentioned. He looked at Jordan with an annoyed grimace. 

"You're so gonna regret that..." Nate said, as he looked back down to snatch his phone up. 

"Are you gonna punish me Daddy?"

Nate looked back up at Jordan. Jordan was smirking, and slowly backing out of the room, with a hand over his crotch. He looked like he was taunting the wavey teenager. 

Nate slowly stood up, and swiftly sprang with quick determination towards Jordan. Jordan let out a quick "Oh shit." while laughing as he tried to get as far away from Nate as possible. They both jolted out of the classroom, and headed to gym class. Mr. Green shook his head one last time, silently judging the two teenage degenerates. 

We pick back up in the gymnasium. Saint Bernard High School's gym is covered with yellow and green pennants hanging from the ceiling, displaying all their sporting accomplishments over the years with an unmistakable, and superior sense of pride. The sort of pride that fills some students of Saint Bernard High School with a powerful chutzpah. A chutzpah, that convinces each young, tender, male student, that the world around them is theirs for the taking. A chutzpah, that claims that they, are the history in the making. Gloriously, their memory will hang from the ceiling, as their manhood swings freely for all to see and revere, with pride, but delicate carings. One wrong movement, one wrong mistake, and that pride may be lost forever. But they know that they are the winners, they see it with their own two eyes everyday.  

Six Basketball hoops were hanging down, in front of the pennants. One at the front and rear, and 2 on the left and right of the rectangular shaped gymnasium. At any given moment, you would expect to see the heirs of this glimmering world laughing, or competing with one another. All standing out in their own way, including those in uniform. Gym specific uniforms are welcomed, but rarely enforced, which the self-proclaimed princes take as further proof of their royal inheritance

"Everyone, attendance! Please get in formation."

Boredly, Coach Martin stared at his clipboard and found the boxes he had to check.

"Justin Abecrombie?" 

"Present!" 

Justin is nothing, if not enthusiastic. The proud 16 year old is one of the tallest boys in the class, and is well known among his peers. They know Justin for his happy demeanor, powerful presence, dirty, shaggy and slightly longer than medium blonde hair, dark blue eyes and charming aloofness. His white tee hugs his built body, highlighting one of the developing features on this future star. The same can be said about his soft, light blue shorts, which prove to the world, that this fertile young man has inherited something more precious and impressive than just the family name.  

"Liam Blake!?"

"Also Present!" 

Liam is 17, and Justin's best friend. The two know and understand each other delightfully well, are noble members of the wrestling team. However, Liam is paler, his eyes lighter, but just as deep. And his shorter red hair lets Liam look more professional, or rather, mature, than his counterpart. This is further shown by Liam stretching out before the class officially begins. He wants to be prepared His tee is sleeveless, limiting his restrictions, and his shorts are black, limiting potential stains. 

Justin turned to Liam eagerly, and spoke up. "Hey, are you ready for practice later!?"

"Of course bro. Always ready to touch hot sweaty guys in singlets." 

"Haha. That's why you're so happy when Sven doesn't take me away from you, right?"

"Of course. You're the best of us to feel up."

"Exactly. I am the sexy."

Liam laughed as he shook his head, appreciating Justin's understanding. "Plus, if things are getting a bit too tough, a light tap to your boys and I'm right back in control." Liam teased, as good friends do. 

"Whatever. If you can't deal with the heat, you shouldn't stand in the fire." 

Justin flexed his muscles, as it felt like it was necessary. Liam watched attentively as Justin did his best to put on a show for those watching. Liam didn't dare question why Justin was showing off his body, as he knows not to question why good things come to him.

"You know me and Sven are just working you up to it, man. Gotta strengthen those weak nuggets of yours. We can't have you soil the reputation of this amazing school just because your balls are too weak."

"Quiet down Mr. Blake and Abecrombie. You'll have your fun soon. Next, Jordan George?"

"Here!" 

Jordan spoke with a tone that told you what might be obvious at a glance. The token flamboyant was well liked, and was always welcomed among his peers. His pink hair made the room brighter, his jokes were often appreciated and well timed, and his expressions of complimentary appraisal helped rub the Saint Bernard High School students ego's in ways that their egos just love to be stroked. Jordan's blatant appreciation for his peers made him well-welcomed among most of the boys. His attire, a light blue shirt and pink shorts, were perfectly shaded with his loud and modern pink hair, and graceful ocean eyes. 

"Nate Hogan?"

"Yup." 

Nate is not one to present himself in an engaging, or passionate fashion. Nate is bored and monotone in everything he does, always has the impression that he'd be better off not being wherever he's found himself. That's not to mention that he doesn't try to keep up appearances, as his appearance is not one to look over. His frame isn't as bulky as the wrestlers, or as chiseled as Jordan, but his sharp facial structure and well-groomed light brown hairstyle are definite points of admiration. His slender frame compliments him well, and fits his uncaring personality. He is known for acting out in self-interest, especially at the detriment of others, and for that is respected, although not necessarily appreciated, except by Jordan and select others. Jordan loves Nate's confidence and apathetic arrogance, really gelling with his abrasion. Jordan finds it exciting and intoxicating. Nate is aware of it, as he's aware of many things, even if his rusty eyes are elsewhere. His shirt was black and plain, and his grey sweats had that easy air about them, and curved in the right places. 

"Nate, you excited for gym?" Jordan asked. 

"Why would I be excited for gym?"

"Because gym is awesome."

"I'm not a pervert like you. I don't get off at peaking at everyone in the locker room."

"Hey...that's not why I like gym..."

"I also don't care about all the sweaty guys who occasionally take their shirt off."

"...Ridiculous. How do you not care about hot and sweaty boys."

"Because I'm not gay."

"But you said you'd let me suck your dick."

"A dick sucking is a dick sucking." 

"True... whatever. Gym is still awesome."

"Suuurree."

"I think you're just mad because you always get shit on in gym."

"I don't fucking try, unlike some of these blowhards."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." 

Nate glared at Jordan, who intentionally faced elsewhere, hoping Nate would find Jordan's own sass to be inspiring. Nate is one to hold past transgressions against his peers, and uses it as fuel for entertainment. 

Coach Martin ended roll call then looked around, ready to end his day already. 

"Okay. You guys know where the balls are, have fun."

Everyone did know where the balls were and were sure to use this to their advantage. Jordan, Liam, Justin and Nate came together and decided to got all hot and sweaty. They decided to use the biggest balls to have fun. 

"Basketball?" Liam asked. 

"Sure. You and me will destroy Justin and that crapstool." Jordan teased, as he began to move himself around.

"Oh? Nate, you gonna take that?" Liam said with a smirk. 

"I'll take it with my cheeks spread and a smile on my face." Nate sarcastically said with a forced smile at Liam.

"Oh my! I love the mental image." Jordan mused as he laid his head on Nate's shoulder and rubbed his hand on Nate's hip. Nate skittered as he felt Jordan's hand intrude, and everyone but Nate laughed. 

Naturally, Nate had a scowl on as he turned to face Jordan. Without any filtering thought, he sent a ill-tempered backhand to Jordan's white shorts, creating a wet slap to echo as Jordan grunted and fell to his knees. Jordan let out a "oooo" as he held his assaulted manhood, which is not unused to being the center of attention.

"My baaalllss..." Jordan croaked, squinting through the dull, throbbing pain.

"Yeah, those were the targets." Nate replied, as he looked down with acceptance at Jordan. Slowly, the stronger boy stood up and rested his hands on his knees. Breathing slowly, eyes closed. But recuperating. 

"Careful Nate. More of that, and I don't know how useful Jordan will be." Liam joked. Justin who was standing next to Liam laughed at his friends comment. Nate turned his head, raised his eye brow and nodded. 

With a smirk, Nate spoke. "You're right! Wouldn't want that to happen!"  

Nate turned back to face Jordan, and quickly slammed his fist into Jordan's crotch, flattening his balls with sudden determination, just because he could. Jordan let out a yelp and dropped to the floor. He was squirming and gasping on the floor, eyes closed shut. His hands were gently nursing his testicles, and his body was loose in a sea of swift reflexive pain. A pain that Jordan couldn't believe he didn't protect himself from.

"Oh, okay. That works too. I guess we need a handicap if we're gonna make this close..." Liam joked, shaking his head. A part of him found that to be sickening, and the other found it somewhat stimulating. 

"Nah, there's no need for an unfair advantage..." Nate said, walking up to the two wrestling friends, who's eyes were stuck on Nate. 

Nate smiled an alarming smile, and continued. "I got this." And with that, Nate sent an abusive knee to Justin's large package. Justin grunted and quickly covered his bulge with a wide expression on his handsome face. The pain didn't hit him instantly, but he was under no misconceptions. All of a sudden, the all too familiar pain erupted in the young Adonis's lower body. Justin's eyes looked lost as the pain wasted all of his energy, and demanded all of the fit teenager's focus. He slowly fell back onto his soft shorts, and gasped as his head lowered to the floor. His hands were gently cupping his crotch, and his body started to get sweaty. 

"There. Both teams on equal footing, right?" Nate asked Liam, the only one who could respond right now. 

"Uh, yeah, sure. Even if it's not, I'm kinda scared to complain." Liam said, looking down at the two crushed boys, covering his own Irish Potatoes. "You got them really good."

"I know. They probably won't be talking anymore shit."

"Justin was talking shit?"

"Justin always talks shit."

Liam laughed as he looked back down at Justin. He was coughing on his side, writhing, gasping. 

"My fuucking nuuuts..." Justin rasped. 

"Big balls in big pain?" Liam teased. 

"Fuuucck off..." Justin whined, climbing to his knees. He moved his hands over his head and let out a pained moan. "What the fuck dude, why did you do that...."

"Have to even out the handicaps. Your balls are weak enough to make it easy." Nate replied, sitting down. He felt it was going to be a bit before both boys were ready to play basketball. 

"Fuck you dude..." Justin spat as he rolled onto his back, raising a leg with a grimace. His shorts lowered, showing off his muscular thigh, which is normally concealed by decent clothing. He started coughing again and rolled into a ball. 

Jordan wasn't in much better straits. He was breathing slowly, resting his forehead on a forearm. Other hand cupping his aching balls. 

"I agree... fuck you Nate."

"I think you're just mad because you always get shit on in these exchanges." Nate said, mimicking Jordan from earlier. Jordan caught on and looked at Nate from his downed state. Nate was sitting, but smirking arrogantly. Something about the way Nate looked down at him in the moment, made Jordan want more of Nate. Something about his sour arrogance, the way he doesn't care unless he's about to put you down. It's like, being around Nate is a constant struggle, and Jordan finds the tension to rub him just right. 

Jordan looked back to the floor and rolled onto his side, holding himself. The pain was too much to think about much else for too long.  

"Nate, you coming to Mikey's party?" Liam asked. 

"Oh yeah. That's later on, right? Not like, this week..." Nate asked. 

"Yeah." Liam answered. 

"I'll probably be there. Wish I knew what's gonna happen though." Nate responded. 

"Yeah, Jordan isn't spilling any deets."

"It's probably gonna be something gay."

"Oh yeah, for sure. But it's important to Jordan."

"I guess."

"Yeah... really important..." Jordan croaked, pushing himself back to his hands and knees. "You both better be there."

"I'll be there, don't worry. Justin too, I assure you." Liam assured. 

"Great. You won't regret it..." Jordan said grimacing as he pushed himself to his feet. "Jesus Nate, my boys are killing me..." 

"How tragic." Nate responded, indifferently, looking at Justin, who's moved back to his knees. Forehead on the floor, both hands cupping his heavy package. 

"Come on Justin, get up. I'm getting bored looking at you writhing like a bitch." Nate spat. 

"Maybe you shouldn't have kneed me in the fucking balls then..." Justin responded. 

"Maybe you shouldn't have such weak nuts."

"They're not that weak!" Justin asserted unconvincingly. 

The powerful blonde weakly rolled onto his back again, legs spread and hands over his face. You could see the outline of Justin's two large eggs beautifully placed between his legs if you were in the right position. Just hanging there, ready to get cracked. 

"He'll be okay soon." Liam said. "Isn't that right, big boy?"

"Yeah... couple of moments."

If all went as expected, it wouldn't have been much longer until the 4 could start up the Basketball game. Jordan and Justin would be a bit... slow. But they could've managed. But all didn't go as expected. 

These 4 aren't the only ones in this gym class. Other privileged, and self-righteous teenage boys were playing with their own balls. Kicking balls, slapping balls, and tossing balls. Having boyish fun with balls that are designed for play. One group in particular was kicking balls. A soccer ball, to be accurate. One Hispanic kid kicked said ball with professional propulsion, and it soared through the air of confidence in the Saint Bernard High School Gymnasium. 

The soccer ball reached it's destination, and loudly smacked itself between two spread goal-like posts. With Justin's legs spread, and his balls hanging so pleasantly between his spread legs, it couldn't have been much more perfect. 

"OHMYGOD!" Justin yelled out as his eyes bulged out of their sockets, unable to believe his luck. 

Nate, Jordan and Liam burst out laughing at this stroke of luck. Jordan was still holding his package as he related to the experience his male peer was undergoing, but could not contain his amusement. Because who doesn't find a random soccer ball, smacking into a friend's conveniently spread legs to be hilarious? 

Maybe the one who felt the random soccer ball to the balls would, but his opinion doesn't matter. If how he felt mattered, then the excruciatingly nauseating ache in their abdomen and thighs wouldn't be so damn hilarious. Justin was squirming and groaning on the floor. His dark blue eyes bulging out of their sockets, mouth puckering for air as his strong body twisted around uncontrollably. His large hands cupping his hefty, and now swollen testicles.

Liam was also rolling around, but not from pain. He found the scenario so hilarious, he couldn't control himself when standing up. Instead, he shook on his back as his heavy and full laughs swung him around He then remembered Paul's dream some time ago. It had a similar scene to his one, and the connection made Liam laugh even harder. 

"Ho-holy shiit haha... oh my god. That was perfect!"

Jordan was laughing with tears, but holding his balls still. Nate, who was also on the floor laughing, crawled over to the ball and picked it up, hardly able to control his laughter. "Jesus... who did that? I need to congratulate you myself!!" Nate said loudly, with uniquely sincere passion, directed towards the direction where the ball came from. He saw a well figured Hispanic kid laugh as he jogged over. He had stylish brown hair, clean shaven face and hazel eyes, to go along with his soccer body.

"That one's on me, sorry. Misjudged my own strength haha." He said shaking his head. 

"What, no! Don't apologize." Nate insisted, tossing the ball back to him. "It was perfect. What's your name?"

The Hispanic smiled a striking smile. He moved his hand to his under his stomach and rubbed his belly, showing off his strong defined abs along with a hairy treasure trail. "Lucas."

"Lucas? You should play soccer, you'd be a star with a kick like that."

"I am actually. Star soccer player Lucas Hernandez." 

"Oh. Well, I'll have to stop by and see you in action." 

"We have a game next week, maybe you can stop by. It's on campus too." Lucas said nonchalantly keeping the ball up with his feet. 

"We'll see." 

Nate was already bored of the conversation, and turned around before he even finished the sentence. He saw Justin still writhing on the floor, and it made him smile. 

"I don't know if Justin's gonna be ready to play hoops before class is over, haha." Liam said. 

"Totally worth it." Nate said laughing. 

"Obviously." Liam replied. 

Justin erupted in a fit coughing, moving his lower body off the ground. As his fit ended, he let out a moan and dropped to the floor again, his tight ass jiggling well. Jordan and Liam enjoyed the view. Nate was just happy to see someone in pain. 

"What the fuck was that..." Justin asked through the pounding waves of pain. 

"A well placed soccer ball to the gonads." Liam said, creating laughter. 

"A soccer ball? What the fuck, who did that?"

"He told me his name's Lucas. Soccer player, apparently."

"Oh, it was Lucas? Fucking hate Lucas..." Liam said sourly.

"He got worse the more he talked" Nate said.

"Yeah... he's a dickhead." Justin said, coughing after he finished. 

"Yeah. It probably wasn't accidental knowing who it was now. He hates Justin."

"How do you hate Justin?" Jordan asked. 

"I'm not sure. Justin probably said something dumb then forgot about it. Wouldn't of been the first time."

"Won't be the last either." Nate added. 

"I'd hope not. Justin's mouth writing checks that his balls have to pay for is half of the reason I even come to school anymore." Liam said laughing. 

The 3 joked around a bit as they waited for Justin to recuperate. But he eventually was able to get to his feet. 

"You good, Justin?" Liam asked. 

"Yeah, I guess. Ready to destroy you kids." Justin forced a smile, which eased any nerves that might've been. He moved around a bit, like he was juking an invisible enemy with an invisible basketball in his very real hands. He then hopped a little and went for an invisible 3-pointer with his invisible basketball. But his real balls were still truly sore, and gave him a very vivid wave of pain as they bounced off his thigh. Everyone laughed as Justin let out a grunt and fell to a knee. 

"Something tells me Justin isn't going to be of much use." Liam said as he watched Nate's teammate cringe at the slightest of movements. Liam was probably right, Nate thought. 

"Help me up, Liam." Nate said, extending his hand towards Liam. The strong redhead nodded and offered his hand to Nate. He pulled Nate up without much effort, and Nate was brought to his feet quickly and swiftly. He was pulled close to Liam, who gave Nate a friendly pat on his shoulder. Nate responded to this gesture with his own. Nate shot his bony knee up into Liam's soft package in his black basketball shorts. Liam grunted as he felt his manhood get crushed into his pelvis, doubling over Nate's knee. Nate's knee pulled out, and Liam stood there, almost frozen for a moment. He let out a gasp as he moved his hands to his nuts and cupped them softly. He let out another gasp as he closed his blue eyes and dropped to his knees. 

"What...*gasp* the fuck...*gasp*" Liam croaked as he lowered to the floor. 

"You said yourself Justin won't be of much use. If I did that to Jordan, he would've died. Now it's more equal."

Jordan snuck up behind Nate, and tightened his bicep. He bent down at a knee, and sent his bicep up between Nate's legs, WWE style. Jordan pushed his entire arm up, and his fist was soaring towards the sky as his arm banged into Nate's grey sweats and flattened his long, but average sized pair of low hanging testicles into his body. Nate grunted and rose off his knees for a moment, before instantly dropping down with a thud. His eyes crossed as he rolled onto his side. 

"Holy fuck..." was croaked before Nate let out a cough "...what the shit." Nate groaned from the floor. 

"Don't act like you didn't deserve that." Jordan said, moving away and holding his nuts. Both for comfort and protection. He knows Nate's the sort to retaliate. Not that he could retaliate in the moment, as he was pre-occupied with the little orbs of agony he was cradling through his soft grey sweats. 

"Maybe... but that doesn't mean I'm not going to get you back. Faggot." Nate spat, laughing at his own comment. 

"Okay, can we like... save the ballbusting until after the match? We'll never get a game in if we're busting each other." Justin said. 

"Sure. How about... whoever loses, has to get busted by the winning team." Jordan says. "Each winner gets a kick, knee, punch or something on each loser. So each loser gets it from each winner."

"Sure..." Nate croaked. 

"Sounds good." Liam groaned.