Punishment party (2)

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Secure Scaffies: SSL Encryption & Jurisdiction Scaffies encrypted XMPP Client Chat Pictures – How to Embed Videos – Auto-Embedding SoundCloud Audio Track Embedding BB Codes Explained How to EDIT Your Own Post Fancy Signatures Statistics Performance Planned Features Links Elsewhere Move to NL – February 2014 Comments and Feedback Contact Scaffies AdminRegister Tip: Name Start Page (Home) / Forums / Forum: M/M Stories / Punishment Party, the Conclusion Start Page (Home) / Forums / Forum: M/M Stories / Punishment Party, the Conclusion Tagged: Cbt, Humil, M/M, Tort This topic contains 1 reply, has 2 voices, and was last updated by Jamie 4 months, 3 weeks ago. Viewing 2 posts - 1 through 2 (of 2 total) AuthorPosts October 21, 2013 at 09:28 UTC #1958 ZoZ2ZoZ ParticipantIn this age of constant texting, it’s amazing Conner was totally in the dark about the evening’s plans. He was at home lying naked under a single sheet on his bed, nearing the end of his recovery. This past week sucked so hard even after he managed to convince his parents that he was too sick to go to school. Not that he really had to act that much. He spent most of the week in bed where he pretty much had to remain naked to prevent anything touching the balls. While the pain wasn’t as bad today, this was the worst day by far — for tonight was the night the photo and videos would be shown at the team meeting. How could this even be necessary? Sure, Nate setup this whole thing just so he could beat the shit out of him and presumably hold this video as some sort of ransom over his head. The plan failed, Nate was caught and his 19 teammates saw it all. Fuck. How could his life get any worse? Even if he could go back to school on Monday, how could he ever show his face again. As his mind drifted between his state of misery and playing GTA, a different scene unfolded several blocks away. Four cars carrying 14 members of the Lacrosse Team pulled in front of Nate’s house. Mere minutes earlier, the team watched the video and saw what Nate orchestrated. Fueled by rage, most of them agreed to find Nate and give him a dose of his own Punishment Party. Caleb and Brady confirmed that his parents were still out of town and, in all likelihood, he was home alone. While the boys put almost no planning into this (duh), they did make a couple impromptu decisions prior to leaving school. First, they all brought their crosses. Second, Caleb and Brady would go in first and text when it was safe for everyone else to join them. The door was open as usual and Caleb and Brady worked their way to Nate’s room where they found him lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. “I figured someone would show up after the team meeting,” said Nate without breaking eye contact with the white textured ceiling. His peripheral vision confirmed it was Caleb and Brady who visited him. “Yeah” replied Caleb “So, what’s it gonna be?” “You know how it works. You fucked over the team.” “Yeah, I guess I did” Nate had all week to think about what he did. He saw his teammates at school and avoided them. When they were in class together, more avoidance. And by week’s end, everyone on the team pretty much knew what happened. Maybe the details were sketchy, but everyone knew — Conner got one hell of a PP. What they didn’t know, what no one knew until they saw the video, was the fact that Nate appeared to orchestrate the whole thing. If only he hadn’t insisted Caleb and Brady shoot pics and videos, he could have gotten away with explaining this away. But here he lay, on his bed, knowing he was about to experience his own PP and maybe even get kicked off the team. He could take the beating, but he had to stay on the team. “Does coach know?” “Nope,” said Brady, adding “and it’s going to stay that way” That caused Nate to look at Brady. These guys meant business. “If we do this, am I still on the team?” “Depends on how sorry you are after” Nate was already sorry … well, not for what he did to Conner, but for being sloppy and getting caught. “So before we get on with this, why did you do it? Why did you setup Conner?” “I dunno … it doesn’t really matter” “Yeah, it DOES matter,” said Caleb with ferocity last seen when he was punting Conner’s balls into orbit. “No it doesn’t!” barked Nate. In truth, he could never tell the truth about why he tripped up Conner on the field, leading to the team losing the huge match and his eventual PP. “Let’s just get this overwith” “Fine, have it your way. Get downstairs, now!” emphasized Caleb, grabbing Nate by the arm. “I know the fucking way” sniped Nate as he got off his bed, wearing gray gym shorts, white heel socks and a white v-neck t-shirt. Once in the familiar setting that one week ago saw a pair of nuts almost destroyed, the music was turned on to mask the forthcoming screaming and Nate shucked his clothes. As Caleb and Brady secured the leather wrist restraints to his wrists and ankles, Brady spoke. “Never thought you’d see yourself here, did you?” “Of course not” “We’re not gonna go easy on you just cause you’re the captain.” “I know” replied Nate, expressionless, knowing what he faced. He just wanted to get this over with. After the restraints were tightly buckled, Caleb and Brady stretched Nate’s limbs into the requisite X-pattern, learning from last time’s lesson. They pulled his arms and legs as wide apart as possible and secured to the furthest loop on the chain as their efforts could muster. When complete, Nate’s 5’10” toned body was naked, spread apart and awaiting his own little Hell. He deserved it, but it fucking pissed him off that he found himself here. He was the captain and was the one to dish out Punishment Parties, not receive them. He had no hard-on as there was nothing remotely sexual about this. His 4” limp cock, embedded in a fairly thick bush, lay atop a pair of plump balls. His balls were sensitive to pain, a fact which he mostly forgot but would be reminded of in short order. “Ok let’s get on with it,” started Caleb. “The team has found you guilty of screwing one of its members, and therefore the whole team. You are sentenced to a Punishment Party.” “Yeah, yeah, just get on with it,” quipped Nate with his attitude reappearing. “Shut the fuck up!,” interrupted Brady. “Continue Caleb” Nate was focused on Caleb this whole time and never noticed Brady texting. “As I was saying, you are sentenced to a Punishment Party. As you know, the standard sentence is 10 minutes of punishment administered by each person present. That’s always been done with 2 or 3.” No one could hear the gentle noises upstairs, thanks to the music filling the basement room. “But the team decided on something different this time.” As that statement sunk in, Nate’s focus sharpened and fear swept over him. “Wha .. what?” asked Nate with a dry mouth, pulling in vain at the chains that firmly held his body in the most vulnerable of positions. Just then, forms emerged from the stairs and filled in behind Caleb and Brady. “Fuck! What are they doing here!?” Nate said in total panic. “You can’t! You can’t!” “The fuck we can … and will,” continued Caleb in his most authoritative voice. “You crossed the line, Captain Nate.” as more boys streamed into the large room, filled with looks of anger and wonderment at what they say. Two of the boys gulped at the sight of Nate, in a way hopefully unnoticed by the others. Caleb continued: “And your abuse was so severe that the whole team is going to deliver your punishment.” “Nooooo! You can’t. Get me down from here! Ahhhhhh!!!” Nate was enraged and tried everything he could to free himself and rip the faces off everyone in the room! But escape eluded him and he remained spread out, ready for his balls to be wasted. “Fortunately for you, only 14 of us could make it. So you’re getting off light. And Conner is still at home, recovering from what you did to him.” “You did it too asshole!!!” yelled Nate “Oh yes. Brady and I helped, but because of your fucking lie!” “Now, each of us is going to have 10 minutes to punish you. We’ve also changed another rule. The guys can punish any part of your body they want. But who am I kidding? Everyone’s gonna fuck up your balls. Maybe they’ll even survive your very own Punishment Party, but I doubt it.” said Caleb with a stern, expressionless demeanor that literally scared the shit out of Nate. Nate scanned the room and couldn’t believe this was happening. This was totally unreal. His heart couldn’t be beating any faster. Before him were his teammates, including Brad, his co-captain who approved Conner’s Punishment Party. His face flushed in humiliation. It was then that Nate noticed the corner filling up with crosses (for the uninitiated, crosses are the main pieces of equipment in Lacrosse … long hockey-like sticks with baskets at the end that capture and throw the ball). What the fuck were those doing here?? “You see them? Good.” spoke Brad. “I not only changed the rules so we all get a shot at you, but I told the guys to bring their crosses and to use them as part of your punishment.” “You .. you can’t! They’ll kill me!” blubbered Nate as he was starting to cry with snot running out of his nose. “Oh shut the fuck up you little bitch. You brought this on yourself!” yelled Caleb. Dejected, Nate openly cried with his chin now resting on his muscular, let lean chest. His soft, pink nipples stood rigid in fear and smooth, hairless chest and abdomen quivered with each frightened breath. “I’m sorry. Tell Conner I’m sorry!” Nate pleaded “We will. When we’re done with you. Tyler, got the names ready? Good. Everyone pick a slip of paper from the hat.” William got to go first. He was one of the newer guys on the team and had never seen a PP. He knew about them, of course, but until now they were just a vision in his mind. “Your time starts … now!” yelled Brady, appointed master time keeper. William was two years younger than the senior who stood before him and was understandably timid by his task. But his teammates did what good teammates do — they rooted him on: “Get in there Billy! Kick him in the nuts! You can do it! Come on, make us proud!” and so on. William overcame his fear and got within a couple feet of Nate. He fixated his eyes on the target before him — a pair of balls that were dangling just below the flaccid cock. His gaze was interrupted by a please from Nate: “Please .. go easy on me. You guys are gonna kill me” “Don’t listen to him Billy! DO IT!” encouraged a random teammate from behind. William got a little smile going and set to it. He pulled back his sneaker-covered foot and let it fly into Nate’s crotch. The impact wasn’t very hard but was enough to elicit a grunt from Nate’s lips. “Harder! Harder! Again! Harder!” the fuel of his teammates was intoxicating and had its affect on young William. He reared back again and let loose a far more effective nut crunching kick. This time, Nate took full notice and let loose with an ear-piercing scream that was immediately drowned out by 13 other boys screaming: “Score!” “Ohhhh yyeeaaah!” Several came up to William and roughly patted him on the back and ass, exactly as they might do if he scored on the field. Within a few short seconds, William got back to it and continued with a steady barrage of kicks directly into Nate’s defenseless nuts. Screams from Nate and the team echoed the room. After 5 minutes, William was working up a sweat and threw off his shirt. He was really getting into this. Kick, scream, thrash, kick, cough, kick, agony. And this was only the first boy. During his waning minutes, Brady kept him abreast of how little time he actually had left. As the final minute ticked away, William got more into delivering his punishment, sticking only to ball kicks. But what he lacked in creativity, he made up for in determination. And kick away he did. Almost without pause, William punted Nate’s balls into his abdomen again and again. Nate couldn’t close his legs, despite his frantic attempts. By the end of William’s 10 minutes, Nate hung limp from the chains. His lower abdomen was on fire and his throat was sore from screaming. He had no idea that pain like was possible. He was always on the delivering end of punishment parties, never appreciating how truly horribly this could be. He just wanted to curl up and die. He kept his eyes closed to avoid the gaze that he knew his teammates were directing to him. For his part, William was the hero of the room, being congratulated by all. He certainly started things off with a crunch. When he stepped away, he looked at Nate with pride. Nate was already sweating, coughing, drooling and hanging in obvious pain. Nate’s balls now hung a bit lower and were red from the abuse they endured. He was pleased with himself. “No breaks for our dear captain,” boasted Brady. “Payton, you’re up.” As Payton’s 10 minutes started, he picked up where William left off. His older and more powerful leg catapulted into Nate’s balls, sending them crashing into his immovable pelvis. Nate’s head flew up, his eyes widened and he let out a high-pitched scream that justified he thunderous kick he just received. “Aaaaahhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuccccck!!!” A collective “Ohhhhh shiiiiittt!” echoed the room from the boys who grabbed their crotches in sympathy. “Damn nice kick Payton!” yelled team co-captain Brad. Nate and everyone there knew this round of punishment would be so much worse than the first. Payton’s 17-year-old body played soccer in addition to Lacrosse, so his legs were some of the most powerful on the team. Unlike most teammates here tonight, he brought and wore his cleats. These unforgiving shoes rained destruction upon Nate’s balls as Payton started a long succession of powerful full-leg kicks. Every one of Payton’s kicks was accompanied by a follow-through that lifted Nate an inch or two, despite his tight bonds. Nate was in fucking Hell, acutely aware of the destructive punishment raining down upon his defenseless nuts. All he could do was scream incoherently, beg, wretch and sweat. Every assault added a renewed stabbing pain to his mid-section that found no relief. After several minutes, the room was really getting hot. Fifteen guys sweating from so much exertion filled the room. Boy after boy peeled off shirts until everyone was eventually shirtless and warming up quickly. None of this mattered to Nate. His body was covered in sweat but he was completely unaware of it. His mind focused on one thing only — the unrelenting punishment he was enduring. After Payton’s 10 minutes concluded, Nate was a mess. He had no energy to hold himself up and he just hung there, limp as could be. His balls were another matter – they were dark red, covered in small bruises and were starting to swell. Due to the heat in the room, Nate’s balls betrayed him and hung even lower than before, extending at least 2” below his bush. Nate’s balls were doomed. “Dillon, you’re up. And try to be creative this time!” chided Brady to the laughter of everyone except Nate. Dillon started his 10-minute session by kneeling down in front of Nate, grabbing his hot, swollen, sweaty nuts in one hand and started punching them with his fist. “Dude!!!!” “Whoooaaaa!” “Ohhhhh fuccccck!” yelled the teammates as they reacted to Dillon’s tactic. Putting your hands on a teammate’s nuts was uncharted territory and to see Dillon dive right in and not only grab them, but punch them was a visual none had ever seen! But Dillon had 20 minutes to plot his strategy and he knew this is what he would do. When he knew this Punishment Party was gonna take place, all he wanted to do was wrap his hand around Nate’s balls. Dillon was a closeted gay guy who often lusted after his teammates in the locker room. This opportunity was just too great to pass up. He had no problem punishing Nate; what he did was totally fucked up and he deserved it. But that was honestly besides the point. He got total access to a hot boy’s junk and he would have his fun. While not as devastating as the kicks, the punches were devastating for Nate nonetheless. While he screamed and flailed about in his bonds, he endured the dull pain that came with each punch. The other boys enthusiastically rooted Dillon on, completely unaware that he had a raging hard-on beneath his boxers and shorts. Dillon was in heaven. Nate’s balls were so warm, so slick, so full, so meaty, so perfect. The sweat odor emanating from Nate’s body was like an aroma from the Gods. It just further fueled Dillon’s hormone-crazed assault on Nate’s body. He was relentless — punch after punch of equal ferocity impacted Nate’s balls and each was accompanied by a raspy scream. After about 5 minutes, the shirtless Dillon arose to take a short break. His teammates patted him on the back when all of a sudden Brad yelled out “Dude! You’ve got a huge boner!” Dillon’s hands flew to his crotch trying to cover up his embarrassment. But it was too late. The other boys saw it. “Dude, what the fuck? I know we’re all into punishing Nate, but a hard-on? Really?” “Shut up” was all Dillon could say from his deep-red colored face. “He’s .. he’s a fag!” yelled one teammate. “No I’m not. Shut up!” poor Dillon shouted back. When the boys saw right through his awkward denial, they stopped laughing and became more serious and surrounded him, putting their arms around him. All the while Nate hung at the end of the room, enjoying a brief reprieve. “Dude, it’s okay, “said Dustin. “You know I’m gay. It’s okay man. This is a shitty way to be outed, but we’re with you. Right guys?” “Right, yeah, yeah, we’re totally with you!!” Dillon cried. Hot, sweaty bodies bromanced and the mood was only interrupted when Brady’s timer beeped. “Shit, your ten minutes are up.” said Brady “I’m authorizing an extension for Dillon here. After all, he’s born a new man tonight and I’m giving him a fresh 10 minutes!” boasted the co-captain. The room filled with enthusiastic applause. “Now, being the only other gay guy here, I can totally see only one way to use this 10 minutes properly.” said Dustin. He retrieved a crosse and handed it to Dillon. “And that’s with a good bro fucking!” “Whoaaa!” the other boys flew backwards, trying to escape the burst of gay that spurted from Dustin’s lips. “Hey, Nate needs to be punished and you told us to be creative. This will do both!” encouraged Dustin. “Wow that’s so fucked up dude,” replied Brad, “but I did say be creative. So have at it. Brady, start it.” With the timer started, the boys looked with wide, attentive eyes as Dillon approached the back of Nate’s dangling body with crosse in hand. He led with the stick end, leaving the basket behind him. The stick was about 1” x 1.5” thick and was capped at the end. He knelt down directly beneath Nate’s ass and saw a smooth pair of globes covered in sweat and a rosebud hole clearly visible thanks to his legs being spread so wide. Nate, for his part, was in a mental haze. He heard some of what was going on but processed none of it. He didn’t know there was an intruder mere inches from his asshole. Aside from the tunes blaring in the background, you could hear a pin drop. None one said anything; no screams of encouragement filled the room. Dillon lined up the crosse directly beneath the closed pucker before him. Damn this was hot. So not only did he get to handle Nate’s hot balls but now he was gonna fuck him — sorta. Whatever, he just outed himself with a raging hard-on which then deflated and now stood at attention once again. His mind was going crazy. He took a deep breath, and with hands clutched on the crosse, he shoved straight up with a sudden, very rapid motion. The crosse defeated Nate’s anal opening and ripped his ring as it made its journey into his bowels. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” screamed Nate at this new violation. He had no idea what just happened to him, but he quickly figured out that his virgin hole was on fire. “Holy fuck!” “Oh my God!” “Sick dude!” “Gaaaaay!” were just some of the exclamations thrown about by the teammates. The crosse stopped its upward ascent maybe 8” into his hole and Dillon held it there as he was shocked at what he had actually done. It took some effort to keep the crosse in place as Nate flailed all over the place. But leave it in he did. “So awesome Dillon!” congratulated his gay teammate, Dustin. “Now punish fuck him!” Laughter bellowed in the increasingly hot room. And fuck Dillon did. He rammed the crosse in and out of Nate’s hole for several minutes, watching as blood eventually coated the last several inches of his stick. “Oh gross dude!” yelled one teammate as he saw the condition of the crosse. But Dillon kept at it and was totally enthralled with anally raping Nate with his LaCrosse stick. This was fucking awesome and his hard-on couldn’t have been more stiff. When Brady said he was about out of time, Dillon redoubled his efforts and shoved the crosse in Nate’s now well-lubricated hole with all his might. That time it sank maybe 12” in before Nate couldn’t take it any more and pissed all over the carpeted floor in front of him. “Dude, you made him piss himself!” Dillon removed his cross and Nate’s asshole popped as it expelled the most unwelcome intruder. Poor Nate once again collapsed in his bonds as his ass now leaked not only sweat, but little trickles of blood. “And that, gentlemen, is how we gays punish someone,” said Dustin as he bowed to the room. Everyone laughed. Dillon, for his part, couldn’t believe what happened over these past 20 minutes. Absolutely surreal. He collapsed in a corner and took in the sights, sounds and smells. Justin, Jaycen, Andrew and Josh took their turns next. Justin, who had been the recipient last semester of a Punishment Party at Nate’s hands was not very kind. He not only kicked Nate’s nuts, but he also reared up and kicked Nate several times in the stomach, knocking what little wind he had left in him. The teammates showed their appreciation for his creativity. In the middle of Jaycen’s vicious nut kicks, Nate finally threw up all over himself. The action paused as they looked to see if he was still breathing. He was and Brad resumed the PP after a brief delay. With vomit trickling down his chest, Nate was losing touch with reality and maybe passed out once or twice during these next several sessions. But the boys didn’t let up. Nate needed to be punished and they saw that happened. By the halfway point of this evening’s most unusual Punishment Party, Nate’s balls had swollen to about twice their normal size and they were covered in dark bruises and cuts. It was anyone’s guess at this point if his balls would survive the next 70 minutes. Brad sent a few boys upstairs to bring down water and whatever they could find in the fridge. During the few minute break, they hydrated themselves while looking at Nate’s unconscious body hanging at the end of his own room. Brad threw some water on Nate’s face that woke him up. The first thing to hit Nate was nausea from the unbearable agony and he threw up once again, barely missing Brad. “Pl… please.” sputtered Nate. “I don’t fucking think so Nate. You were gonna destroy Conner’s balls and that might very well be your fate tonight. You will receive all of your punishment. Brady, whose up?” With that clear rejection, Nate started shivering as his blurry eyes scanned the room seeing eyes determined at ruining him. “I am!” Brady started the timer and his team minutes began. He walked in front of Nate’s dangling head and whispered into his ear: “We are not leaving here tonight until your balls are destroyed. Brad doesn’t know. But the rest of us decided. You’re fucked. Too bad I pulled this number cause I wanted to do it myself. But I’ll leave your balls intact so the guys can do the deed” Nate’s skin went pale. He started to cry in defeat. “What did you say to him?” asked Dillon “Nothing.” Brady grabbed his crosse from the corner and Nate puckered his hole closed at first sight of it. “Please .. not that…” “Oh shut the fuck up. I’m not gonna fuck your ass. Though you may wish I had.” Grasping the cross firmly with the blunt end facing forward, he ran towards Nate and rammed the end of the cross into his stretched out stomach. Nate coughed out whatever air he had in his lungs and let out a moan of pain. Brady pulled back and flew the butt of the crosse again and again into Nate’s gut, leaving little rectangular red marks with each strike. At first, a few dozen rectangles assaulted Nate’s slightly muscled abs, slowly wearing them down. The sensation of unforgiving wood on his stomach was so much worse than being punched. The dozens were replaced by more than a hundred and the red marks were replaced by dark blue and purple bruises. By the end of Brady’s 10 minutes punishing Nate, he brutally rammed the cross into his once proud abs more than 500 times. What stood in their place was a solid purple mass of skin, resting atop battered muscles, underscored by a raw agony that amplified the nut pain he already suffered. Nate could barely breathe. He was systematically being broken. First his balls, then his ass, and now his abs. Colton was up next, followed by Michael. Both were young team members and they delivered pretty punishing sessions, but none to the level inflicted by the predecessors. They focused mostly on punching and kicking Nate’s swollen balls, feeling them up (even though they weren’t gay, what hormone-filled boy wouldn’t feel up another guy’s balls given the no-regret chance) and in general keeping Nate in a constant state of agony while he wasn’t passed out. Then it was Caleb’s turn. This is when things turned serious. Everyone knew Caleb was the most serious about getting back at Nate for what he did last week. He was so pissed that he got drawn into the little plot that he STILL didn’t understand. Well, that shit was about to change. “So it comes to me Nate. Conner may be at home nursing the nuts you almost destroyed, but now it’s your turn to pay the price for your stupid fucking plan. Remember these?” said Caleb pointing down to his feet. On his feet were Nate’s size 11 steel-toed boots that he used on Conner. “You almost ruined Conner after only 2 kicks, now I have 10 minutes with these bad boys.” Caleb punctuated his point by grabbing and squeezing Nate’s bloated nuts. “Say goodbye to your balls.” For the second time tonight, the room was dead quiet except for the music. A room full of sweaty, shirtless teammates was fixated on a deadly serious Caleb. None of them stepped in to stop what was about to happen. “Please … I’m so sorry … I … I didn’t mean it. Please don’t kill my balls.” cried Nate as tears and more snot ran down his face, onto his drenched chest and then onto his battered abs. “Please… I’ll do anything!” “You had your chance.” replied Caleb coldly. The room held their breath wondering what would happen. The world slowed down to slow motion. Caleb’s eyes fixed on Nate’s as they stood maybe 3 feet apart. Caleb’s expression was fierce and serious, compared to Nate’s who was wrought with fear. Caleb slowly drew his right foot behind him and with all the force he could muster, sent it, along with the unforgiving steel surface hurling towards Nate’s ample, low hanging balls. It what seemed like several seconds to unfold, really took less than a second. In that time, the tip of the boot impacted the plump balls, capturing both perfectly, sending them straight into Nate’s pelvis. When balls met bone, they stopped their forward momentum, but the steel-toed boot did not stop. It kept moving, slowly flattening the fragile orbs that offered little resistance, until it felt as if steel had come in contact with bone. Still, there was plenty of energy left and the boot propelled Nate’s body upward, lifting it 3” off the ground, all while keeping the doomed balls firmly crushed beneath the pelvis. With the energy now depleted, the boot progressed back from whence it came, eventually allowing the testicles to drop along with the rest of his body. What happened next was remarkable — Nate’s mouth exploded a new round of bile vomit across the room, matching the intensity of the kick he just received. Boys scattered to avoid getting hit. His throat could utter no scream but instead his body started convulsing from the violence thrust upon it. Then, within seconds, he was out cold. The crowd couldn’t believe Caleb actually did it. Their collective mouths hung open as they took in the brutality before them. Caleb dropped to his knees and took Nate’s balls in the palm of his hand. He rolled them around, poking at them looking for fractures. Nate was passed the fuck out and made no movements. “Did you … did they?” uttered Brad, trying to form a coherent question. “Looks like they survived. Good.” “What do you mean good? You were trying to destroy them.” “Nope. Conner’s nuts survived two brutal kicks last week and I hoped he could take one, even after the beatings you guys gave him.” “So … what … what are you up to?” “Nate hasn’t told us shit about why he setup Conner or why he wanted to get him to a Punishment Party, or why he wanted to destroy his nuts. When Nate wakes up, he’s going to know i’m deadly serious about killing his balls. He’ll come clean. If he doesn’t, I fucking *will* end his balls.” “Shit dude. Just … shit.” “Wake him up.” It took a while, but Nate came around. He was groggy, but looked down and asked the only thing he could muster from his barely functional voice: “Are they…?” “They survived the first kick asshole,” replied Caleb sternly. “But they won’t last another. I’ll see to that. I wanted you awake to witness their end” “Please … just please … don’t do this.” “You deserve it” Silence. “You deserve it don’t you Nate?” “I .. I .. no.” “Too bad. We’ve decided.” Nate looked around for sympathy. He found none, probably because they were all in on Caleb’s little ploy and Nate was clueless. “Yes! Yes! I deserve it!! Please … I’ll do anything.” “Really?” Nate perked up a bit at this little chance. “Yes, yes. Anything.” “Fine. I will give you one chance. Tell us right now why you setup Conner. Why you wanted to punish him and why you wanted to kill his balls.” “I… I can’t” “Fair enough.” Caleb backed up and readied what would probably be the last kick of Nate’s balls’ lives. “Waaaaaiiit!” “Better start talking” “I … ok .. ok .. I’ll tell you.” “Conner .. Conner stole Jennifer from me.” “He what?” asked Brad. He couldn’t believe what he heard. “Wait, this is about a fucking girl?” asked Caleb with anger “He .. he … stole her! Jennifer! I loved her!” “Oh my God, this is about a girl. Back up guys, this fuck’s going down.” screamed Caleb in rage. Just as Caleb was about to kick, Brad ran in and grabbed Caleb’s sweaty torso and pulled him back. “He told us and you made a deal. You know team rules.” “But … this fuck!” “Oh I know. This is stupid crazy. Just look at him” Nate’s broken, bruised and almost destroyed manhood stood stretched on display for the team. “He went through all this shit and kept his mouth shut cause some bitch left him for Conner. Un-fuckin-believable.” “And now we all know how much of a loser he really is.” added Brad, who noticed Nate starting to cry once again. “I still wanna destroy his balls for this. But I’ll let him keep them under one more condition — he quits the team. Right fucking now!” “That’s fair. Nate, what’s it gonna be? The team or your balls?” Nate was defeated. He knew it. He was somewhere between conscious and Hell. He was a fucking mess incapable of making any kind of rational decision, but he had to say something. “I .. yeah .. I quit.” he said trying to suck back in his crying. “Good. You fucking suck.” added Caleb “and you can have the rest of my 10 minutes back. I don’t want anything more to do with him.” “Well, that leaves Dustin, Jay and me” said Brad. “Dustin?” “Yeah .. yeah … sure … um, I can go.” Dustin, the openly gay team member, couldn’t believe this. It was so surreal. There was Nate, slowly crying before him, waiting to be punished by three more guys. Things were so awkward now. He didn’t really know what to do. But time was clicking. Like what could he do now? “Yeah, you know … I think I’ll pass.” The rest of the guys didn’t give him shit for us, which certainly would have happened even a half hour earlier. “Ok cool,” said Brad. “So, Jay, it’s up to you.” Jay didn’t mind getting back in there to punish Nate. He handled, crushed and punched Nate’s horribly bloated balls. Just the first touch of them after having been so brutally kicked by the steel-toed boots caused another scream that few thought was possible at this late hour. But scream, suffer and hang in anguish poor Nate did. Jay focused all his time on Nate’s nuts, and while he was nowhere near as brutal as his friends before him, any touching at this point was horrible. He dry heaved a couple times, but his stomach was empty and nothing came up. And then his 10 minutes were up. “Well, Nate,” started Brad as he lifted Nate’s heavy head up by his hair, “it’s come to the end. I managed to pull the last number. You screwed the team. You fucked over Conner. All for Jennifer. Yeah, she’s hot and cool, but you crossed the line. And it cost you. Just look at you. You’re a fucking mess. Your lost your girlfriend. You lost your team. And for what? Nothing. “I’m not going to be an asshole like you and take pictures or video. You can remember forever what happened here. I’m not even going to punish you. You’re not worth it.” He said all of this while never breaking eye contact with Nate. This verbal lashing was just another assault on his body that he endured. Brad was right, he was done. Nate looked once again around the room, no longer caring about how his naked body looked in front of them. The stares earlier were like total joy at seeing him being punished. Now, looks of shame and disgust filled their eyes. He embodied pain, suffering, defeat and now despair. In just over a week, his life was ruined. And he did it to himself. “Get him down.” commanded Brad. Four guys navigated the messes on the floor to untie Nate, where he dropped with a splat on the floor, face first into one of his vomit and piss. He didn’t care. The boys gathered their shirts and crosses and headed out. Caleb said he’d be up in a minute. “Nate, you fucking disgust me” and proceeded to kick Nate in the abdomen with his steel-toed boots. Nate coughed and moaned and flopped around on the floor at this unbearable attack on his already ruined abs. Caleb grabbed his phone and recorded a couple minutes of video, which captured all of Nate’s body as he flailed about, including his broken abdomen, bloated and bruised balls and vomit on the carpet. Caleb removed Nate’s steel-toed boots, threw them on the ground and walked out. Epilogue… Conner finished playing GTA for the evening and was about to drift off to sleep when he saw an e-mail from an unknown gmail address. The subject line read “Vindication” with a link to a Dropbox attachment. He almost deleted it as spam. But he clicked and 5 meg later, a video started to play…