Punishment party (1)

Conner walked with no deliberate speed on this warm summer night to Nate’s house. As he crossed beneath full trees and dull streetlights, the sounds of the rustling leaves and crickets rubbing their legs filled the air. On any other night, this scene might be idyllic. But tonight, not so much. Conner headed to Nate’s house where 3 of his senior classmates prepared for his Punishment Party. Conner knew what he was getting into — afterall, he’d been on the giving end last semester. But this time he was the one who fucked up and cost the Lacrosse team what should have been a huge win. As Conner’s fate and Nate’s house both approached, Conner’s imagination naturally turned to the pain that was about to visit his balls. It was gonna be bad, like real bad. He knew what happened to Justin’s balls under his cruel hands and he knew for damn sure Nate, Caleb and Brady would ensure he remembered this night. Walking through the front door of Nate’s house was different than the dozens of other times. No need to knock. He knew the other guys were downstairs and proceeded there after discarding his shoes. The music blared and the walls shook in the parent-free house. Well, no one would hear him scream. “Hey!!!!! Get your ass in here” yelled a very jovial Nate. “Hey bro, welcome to your Punishment Party!” added Caleb with entirely too much enthusiasm. High-fives among the three guys were plentiful. Conner just looked dejected. This was gonna suck ass. The best he could muster was a muted “S’up?” As the bass thumped to an Eminem song, Conner scoped the basement and saw a pair of chains attached to hooks in the ceilings and another pair of chains attached to opposite walls. No mistaking what those were for. Beyond that there wasn’t much else there. Not that it was needed. The guys were naturally equipped with everything they would need to carry out this punishment. “Ok so let’s get this on,” started Nate in some official-sounding voice. “You’ve been sentenced to a Punishment Party, which will be carried out by Brady, Caleb and I. Since you know how this works, I’ll skip the bullshit. Your balls will be punished by of us for 10 minutes each and you cannot stop it. Ok. Strip.” Conner didn’t come this far to pussy out. He peeled off his t-shirt revealing a chiseled 18-year-old smooth chest and 6-pack abs. Next came his black gym shorts and Diesel boxers. His 4” soft cock and trimmed bush sat atop a set of plump balls that hung down an inch or so. The guys saw each other naked many times, so this was nothing new. They regularly nut checked and towel snapped each other, so hands-on contact was also natural. But this was obviously different. Finally, Conner peeled off his black socks, leaving himself naked and ready. He hopped around a bit, blowing into his clenched hands and mentally readying himself. “That’s the right attitude man, prepare yourself!” chided Brady. “Now get over here.” The three high-school senior classmates went to work attaching leather cuffs to Conner’s wrists and ankles. He was totally vulnerable as his limbs formed an X in the warm basement. The boys looked on with pride at how quickly they secured Conner. His cock swelled a bit to a 5” semi and his plump balls hung nicely, ready to receive their nut-crunching punishment. “Alright, Brady, you’re first. Your ten minutes starts …… now!” exclaimed Nate. Brady stood just in front of Conner and locked eyes: “You screwed us on the field and now you pay for causing us to lose. And you’re gonna pay for that fuck-up with your balls.” Brady, like the other boys, was built for Lacrosse and had legs of steel. Standing a couple feet in front of Conner, he reared his sneaker-covered foot back and then hurled it forward with all his might straight into Conner’s defenseless nuts. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” screamed Conner as his nuts exploded in pain. The four chains held firm as the boy they held thrashed and tried to escape. Brady, Nate and Caleb laughed their asses off. “Nice fucking shot bro!” said Caleb as he high-fived Brady. Conner’s flopping around continued for another minute before he sagged in his chains. His breathing was heavy and the pit of his stomach was screaming. He prepared. Brady took position and took careful aim on those beautiful balls that needed to be punished. Again he delivered a crushing kick, this time hitting Conner’s left nut dead on. “Oooooooohhhhhh fuuuuuucccck!” Conner screamed again at this new unbelievable assault. Again the thrashing continued. Again the pain overwhelmed him. The boys couldn’t be happier. When Conner finally settled down, he completely slumped in his chains, slightly bending his knees. Nate took note. “Guys, get up there and tighten those chains!” Caleb and Brady knew what they needed to do and when they finished this time, Caleb’s body was as tight as could be. His stomach was now sunken and his ribs clearly visible. You could almost see his muscles quiver at the strain of being pulled so tight in four directions. “Now that’s beautiful. Get your phone and take pics of this shit.” Caleb and Brady were like “What?!?” There were never pictures taken of Punishment Parties. It was a team rule. What the fuck. Even Conner snapped out of his daze and looked up. “I said take some pics. This shit’s gonna be seen” “But you can’t. It’s in the rules” protested Conner. “Fuck the rules. I wrote it and I can change it.” replied a defiant Nate. Conner tried again to escape the chains. There was no way. He was getting seriously scared as both Caleb and Brady got their phones out and were preparing to take pics. He was totally naked, chained spread eagle and his balls were on fire. He was freaking out. “Noooo you can’t. Stop!!” “DO IT!” Caleb and Brady followed along; even though this was clearly against the rules, it was hot as hell watching Caleb scared shitless. Surely they wouldn’t post these anywhere. “Noooooo!” followed by a full-body gyration he tried in absolute desperation to escape this horror. There’s no way this could be happening! He was losing his mind! The world moved in slow motion as, standing before him picture after picture was taken of his naked body. OMG his fucking life was over! “Awesome. Now Brady, get back in there and continue punishing him. Brady, start shooting video.” The fuck!? “Are you serious?” asked Brady “God damn right. This fucker cost us the most important game of the season. Not only is he going to get punished, but the captains agreed we’re going to make an example of poor Conner. “That’s right. You heard me. Your punishment is going to be shown at the next team meeting and everyone’s going to see what happens when you fuck us. “Now get in there Brady. Your time’s ticking” Brady couldn’t believe this .. neither could Caleb. But they weren’t about to say no to Nate. So Caleb switched to video mode and started recording. Eminem was still thumping in the background and Conner’s frantic screaming pierced through the music. Before Conner knew what was going on, his balls exploded again. And again. And again. Brady delivered three hard-as-fuck sneaker kicks to his defenseless nuts. The screams were guttural and horrendous to hear and Caleb caught it all. Nate crossed his arms and smiled with a sick, twisted pleasure that his growing hard-on couldn’t hide. A little sadist was being born. The minutes ticked by and the scene unfolded as expected. Brady stuck with kicking, sometimes hitting his left nut, sometimes his right, sometimes both, sometimes missing altogether. But when a clean hit was made, Conner screamed, yelled and cussed at the top of his lungs. Since he was so tightly spread out, he could offer absolutely no protection to his doomed nuts. At some point, Conner completely forgot he was being recorded. His world narrowed to the fog of agony that overcame him. That pit-of-stomach agony that can only be experienced by severe ball torture. This was so much worse than he ever expected. How the fuck was he going to survive two more of these. “Good job Brady. You’ve done your team proud.” Brady smiled at the compliment. Caleb was up next and Brady readied his phone to start shooting video. Caleb put Conner’s red and slightly swollen balls in his hand, feeling them and rolling them around the palm of his hand. With the warm balls firmly in his grasp, he squeezed as he made his point: “Dude, Nate’s right. You did fuck us. And it’s totally sick that your Punishment Party is being recorded and will be shown to the team. I watched as Brady racked and I’m gonna make this a PP to remember. I’m gonna totally destroy your balls” that last statement was accompanied by a hard squeeze. Conner broke out into a cold sweat “Dude, you … you can’t. I’m just supposed to get punished. Like the video is bad enough. Don’t kill my nuts. Pleeeeease!” Conner was a blubbering mess and Nate couldn’t be happier at the little monster he saw before him. “Too fucking bad. Your nuts are going down!!” yelled Caleb. Caleb looked at Nate “Start the timer”. Nate did. “Your ten minutes starts … now!” Lacrossers have super strong legs and Caleb used that to his advantage to attack Conner’s dangling nuts with a fury of kicks with his Converses. The attack was truly barbaric. Kicks landed every few seconds with absolutely no time for Conner to recover. He screamed, begged, scraped his wrists and ankles against the chains until he could scream no more. His voice went hoarse like 5 minutes into his nut punishment. That’s when Caleb wore himself out, stepped back and took stock of the mess of boy before him. Conner’s body was covered in sweat, his head hung down on his bony chest and his nuts were now easily twice their normal size, red in color and littered with several bruises. Caleb was panting from the physical exertion he put himself through and he drank water as his victim hung broken and defeated. Conner was truly a fucked up mess. Nobody could handle a vicious ball attack like this and it was clear this boy was no exception. But no one in the room took any pity on him. If anything, all three boys were fueled by an adrenaline rush that Nate encouraged. After maybe 2 minutes of rest, Conner moved from screaming to a whimper and crying. Brady never stopped recording, making sure to zoom in to catch the tears and snot dripping from his face. For his final three minutes, Caleb continued his over-the-top kicking of Conner’s already horribly abused balls. He tried to crack them with each kick, determined to see at least one of them explode. As his time ticked close to the 10 minute mark, he amped up his kicking, but those tough little fuckers held on and didn’t break. “Godddddddd dammmmit!” screamed Caleb at his failure. “Fuck me!!” Nate consoled his teammate by wrapping his arm around his shoulder: “Awww it’s okay man. You tried your hardest. You’re just a pussy.” “Fuck you” laughed Caleb. At this point, Caleb was barely conscious and his balls were now half-covered in bruises and his body was limp as could be expected in such tight bonds. Brady threw water on his face that Nate commanded him to get. Nate grabbed Conner’s wet hair, pulling his shocked head up to within inches of his face: “Two down, one to go.” “Dude … you … can’t” “Oh yes I can. You know how Punishment Parties work and you will feel my boot on your balls” “My balls … are they still …. ?” Nate grasped Conner’s hugely bloated balls in his hand: “Whole? Real balls?” said Nate with an evil grin. Conner looked dejected as he saw the determination on Nate’s face and his unbelievably agonizing balls encircled by Nate’s hand. He was so fucked. He looked up and saw two camera phones capturing his misery. His 18-year-old life was ruined. He cried. “That’s right asshole. Cry. And learn your lesson. You screw the team and you pay a price.” What’s sad and no one knew is that the loss wasn’t his fault at all. It was actually Nate’s. Nate subtly tripped up Conner as he was about to score. No one saw it happen and Nate totally pinned this on him during the team meeting. Conner figured he just wanted to get him into a Punishment Party but he had no idea why. Well, now he knew. Nate wanted to totally fucked him up. Why hardly mattered at this point. As Nate moved behind Brady and Caleb as they captured Conner’s meltdown, Conner ran through all this shit in his mind and as a couple minutes ticked by, he somehow became determined to be the better guy. He knew Nate was going to fuck up his balls, probably worse than the other two boys did to him. Fuck, he might even leave here ballless and his PP was going to be shown to the whole team. But dammit if he was gonna go down like a bitch. He forced himself to stop crying and compose himself as best as his fit, spread eagle body could. “Yah … I’m here for my … Punishment Party … I know I cost the team a win and a chance for the playoffs and I deserve this.” Caleb turned down the music to catch this on video. “Not gonna lie, I don’t .. like don’t want my balls destroyed … but if that’s what you gotta do to me, do it.” Conner held his tear-covered head as high as he could muster, his arms and legs shaking in raw pain and exhaustion. The two phones all of the speech. Caleb and Brady were blown away. “Nice speech.” Nate couldn’t find the right words. He knew he tripped Conner on the field and that the Punishment Party was his idea. No one knew the underlying motive for all this shit, not even the other team captains, which was fine. But he was gonna see this through. “For your final punishment period, I put my steel-toed boots on.” Conner didn’t notice them earlier but he could see how mean those boots looked. He inhaled fully and slowly exhaled. This was the end of his balls. It took everything he had to keep from crying again. The camera phones had turned to Nate and his boots by this point and the two boys were starting to think this might be going too far. Something was wrong with Nate. But neither was courageous enough to speak up. They looked back at Conner’s vulnerable frame and his swollen, bruised balls and knew they would not survive 10 minutes with Nate’s steel-toed boots. “Get ready asshole.” Nate started the timer and took out his pent-up aggression into a full-force kick right into the easy targets before him. The kick was so forceful that Conner lifted off the ground a couple inches as the follow-through catapulted Conner’s defenseless orbs into his pelvis. The steel-toed boots ensured the swollen balls were also brutally crushed. Conner couldn’t even scream. His mouth opened up, but no sound escaped. His face turned white and his body started convulsing. Nate was enthralled with the reaction before him and the two other boys continued recording but looked at each other, communicating concern without uttering a word. As Nate soaked in the terror he inflicted upon Conner’s body, he readied for another brutal kick. Those weak fucking balls would explode for sure. And deliver a brutal second kick he did. Conner never saw it coming and he was once again slightly raised off the ground thanks to Nate’s powerful leg. This time, Conner’s body took over and unloaded a torrent of vomit all over the floor and on his chest. The convulsing continued and the boys flew backwards to avoid getting hit. Conner was a fucking mess. He lost the ability to scream. He brain shut down and he was a cocoon of agony … and the boys knew it. “Ok that’s it” yelled Brady as he dropped his phone on the table. “Yeah, this is fucking stupid” added Caleb. “Oh no it’s not fucking over. What the fuck is wrong with you two pussies?” screamed Nate. “Look at him! You’re fucking destroying him!” “That’s the fucking point!” “No, it’s not the fucking point. We’re supposed to punish him, that’s it. None of this recording shit or breaking his nuts.” “Oh no you don’t. You two were totally into this like 10 minutes ago. You are NOT pussying out now.” “It’s over Nate.” “No it’s not. You two are off the team. I’ll finish this myself. Get the fuck out! NOW!” Nate was shaking with rage. With that, both Caleb and Brady jumped Nate and beat the ever-living shit out of him. Nate was stronger than one of them, but not the two of them together. By the time they were done, Nate had a bloody lip and bruises all over his body. One of the boys even managed to knee him in the nuts. Nothing compared to the horror Conner received, who was now hanging unconscious with vomit drooling down his hairless chest. “Good thing you told us to record this asshole. The team’s going to see what you did and you are then so fucked.” Nate was too beaten and exhausted to say or do anything. Confident he wasn’t going to cause any problems, Caleb and Brady checked out Conner. The first thing they did was check to see if he was alive. He was. They moved to his balls and took his horribly bloated black and blue balls into their hands and gently rolled them around, pushing their thumb in places feeling for breaks. Conner didn’t move. He was out cold. It appeared they were in tact, which was a genuine miracle. Caleb and Brady turned from punishers to caretakers. The adrenaline and thrill of hurting him turned to concern and even fear at what they had done. They cleaned him up and Conner eventually woke up, but was dazed. He at first couldn’t comprehend his two punishers caring for him, but he was in no condition to fully comprehend what was going on. The only thing he could say, in a raspy, broken voice was “Are they …. ?” “They’re fine. They’re still there. They’re swollen but they feel fine.” said Brady. With those words, Conner relaxed. The boys finished dressing him and helping him out of Nate’s house … as Nate curled up in a corner lost in his own thoughts. A week later at the team meeting, everyone showed except Conner who was still recovering and Nate who was just a no-show.. Caleb and Brady decided to show the videos and tell the stories, knowing it would embarrass Conner. But the truth had to come out. The team started off like “oh yeah!” “Conner got owned!” “Oh fuck dude, that had to hurt!”. Then the tone changed towards the end as Nate’s true colors showed through. Then the room got dead quiet with the two brutal steel-toed boot kicks. “What the actual fuck?!” “That’s it. His ass is going down” said one teammate. “Yeah no shit. Like, he needs a Punishment Party!” added another. “Yeah. But it’s gonna be from all of us!” “Fuck yeah!” And it was on. The mob ruled.