Everyone is above the age of 18
Marshall was standing by Christian, who was feeling a little uncomfortable but trying to be friendly. Christian was Marshall's assigned “buddy” at college. Christian signed up for the system because it would give him a discount and it looks good on his resume. But he really went into this intending to help out a nervous freshman like he was last year.
“So… what's the weirdest thing you've ever done?”
Marshall smiled as he rubbed his hand under his shirt, lifting it slightly. Christian swallowed and tried to look away. He did not expect a freshman like Marshall. He was sure this kid was just joking but there was something about his shorts, how he stood and smiled at him. He was wearing flip flops and his toes were pointing towards Christian. It was a hot, humid day and they were by themselves in the trail near their college.
“Uhhhmmm-”
“Wanna do something crazy?”
Christian looked at Marshall. The shadow of his eyebrows made his eyes look darker than they really are. He had a soft, pale and southern face but an expression and disposition that felt far from innocent. The freshman smiled with his braces and Christian didn't want to do anything with him.
Marshall brought his hand by the waistline of his shorts and pulled at it naturally. Then he stretched out his arm and gestured to the woods around them.
“You know, it's beautiful here…”
“Uhh, yeah I guess. I-” Christian looked around at the nearby forest, trying to find a response.
“Eyes on me.” Marshall insisted. Christian turned his eyes back to Marshall with a slightly agape mouth. He didn't know how to respond but was getting very frustrated.
“I like it when your mouth is open like that haha… I had a dream you know? You were in it and wearing a bra. And those sandals actually.”
“Bro… what–”
“Haha, just joking, just joking! You didn't have any sandals on.”
Christian had no idea what to do. He looked down at his sandals and jeans, wishing he was somewhere else. He was feeling uncomfortable and sweaty right now, and really wanted to head back.
“Uhhh… I'm getting pretty uncomfortable. I'm gonna–”
“Do you want me to suck your dick?”
“...no. I don't. I'm gonna head back.”
“But I'm really good at it. Deadass Bro. No cap. My head game is straight bussin’.”
Christian watched Marshall awkwardly assert himself. He was almost impressed at the balls it takes to be so uncool and weird without a hint of shame.
“Man… I don't want my dick anywhere near you.”
“Come on. I don't use teeth anymore.”
Christian couldn't help but laugh and turn away. Then he turned back to Marshall, who stood there with a heightened sense of confidence.
“You… you are something else… Come here.”
Marshall smiled proudly and with a hand rubbing his flat stomach, approached Christian who was watching him with renewed interest. As he walked up in his shorts, Christian looked him over as Marshall licked his lips.
As Marshall got up to him, Christian whipped his wrist out and slapped Marshall in his balls, his shorts indenting at the point of impact.
Marshall groaned out and doubled over, hands pulled in to his balls and face contorting as the burning pain in his balls started to travel through his body. He doubled over deeper and stumbled, putting a hand to the floor so as to not fall over.
“Uuugghhh… my balls…”
“Sorry, did I ballslap you? Didn't mean you. I swear bro.”
Marshall put both hands to his knees and spread his legs, trying to handle the ache and looked up painfully towards Christian, who was standing there with a hard to read expression. Then Christian covered his own bulge in his jeans for protection.
Marshall pulled himself up, sighing out and with exaggeration held his sore nuts. Scooping them up in his shorts and his other hand up to his stomach.
“Ahh my stomach…. Damn. It's okay though. I don't need them to make you feel good, daddy.”
Marshall waited for Christian to respond but Christian stayed silent and observant. It was quiet between them until Marshall moaned in pain and shifting from the uncomfortable pain in his balls. It was making it's way deeper, less sharp now and more of a residual, damp burn. Wincing, he bent slightly and lifted his shirt with both hands while pressing his hands in to help massage himself through the pain. But he also was obviously wanting to show Christian something to look at with his abs; but Marshall really didn't have much abs. It was almost embarrassing.
Christian quickly threw his fist into Marshall's sore testicles with something more heavy than just a slap. It was a lot closer to a punch. Christian felt Marshall's balls bounce against his knuckles.
Marshall immediately cried out, doubled over and fell to his knees. His fingers wrapped inwards and tried to protect his testicles from further abuse. But the damage was already done and he pulled his forehead to the ground as he whined out as the pain in his balls was swelling inside his body.
“Yeah! That one was intentional.” Christian said clearly.
“Ooohhgg… oooooo… shit, shit… oh dude, the fuuuck?!” Marshall pulled an arm out and held it over his head as he rocked and held his face down. He didn't want to show it as he felt his eyes water and the agony started to get truly grueling.
His body folded over his knees and the pounding waves of nausea made his mind swim. Christian watched from above and then sat down on Marshall's back as he was curled over.
“Weirdest thing I've probably done is punch this pervert twice in the balls then sit on his back.”
“......”
Marshall didn't respond or move. He was in too much pain. Christian rubbed his ass on Marshall's back and Marshall whined, trying to push Christian off, but he was too weak. The freshman gasped out, falling deeper in and struggling with one hand still cupping his balls. His groaning was a sign of battle.
Meanwhile, Christian took the opportunity to take his sandals off. He wondered how his feet felt on the dirt ground, among other things.
“You know though? I've never hit a guy in the balls 3 times in a row. It probably really would hurt, right? That would be pretty crazy.”
“Uuunnnn… you… you're really crazy dude… I… I… I-”
“I think you…” Christian said as he stood up off Marshall, allowing the pervert flirt shift his base back up. He fell onto his side in relief, just to lift his knees up to curl up in a ball. His once pale face was visibly red.
“... think you should shut up unless you want me to kick you in the balls. I mean, unless you're into that kind of thing? Do you want me to kick you in the balls?”
“No, no… please, no.”
“But it's beautiful here! No one is around… if a fucktard vomits in the forest but no one is around to see it, does he really vomit?”
“I'm… they're already so sore. You broke them dude.”
And Marshall meant what he said. His balls were pulsating and the pain was crushing him. It felt like his balls were cracked in half and were jammed up into his stomach. The pain continued and he started to feel sick.
“But you continued to press on with your stupid jokes after I was uncomfortable right? Why shouldn't I keep on crushing your balls?”
“Aaaa… because… I'll still suck you off if you want?”
Christian was appalled and impressed. The balls of this guy.
Marshall smiled from his side and rolled onto his stomach. Both hands were cupping his crotch. Then his eyes rolled as a fresh wave of pain and nausea ran over him. He coughed loudly and raised his ass in the air as he coughed, coughed and hacked on the floor. His thighs were slightly apart as he writhed, hand visible between his thighs and his healthy but simple frame shook with each guttural cough pulling his pain up. The freshman's hands cupping the his sack as it pulsated in sickening, radiating pain. He started to feel his sickness rising from his stomach and froze as he felt he was about to vomit.
“Oh? Oh? Let it out, let it out…” Christian's voice was dripping with mockery. He stalked around Marshall as the freshman with braces heaved on the dirty path.
“Don't get it stuck in your braces! That would suck.”
Marshall coughed, put a hand to the ground to brace himself. Then he put another one out, fully propping himself up and heaved. He gagged then let out a chunk. Then a stream followed. Christian groaned and shook his head, the sight of Marshall throwing up sobering him a little.
“Damn… honestly never seen that before.”
Marshall let out a little more vomit then spit out some more saliva that tasted like bile. Then, he slowly rolled to his side and away from his vomit. His face was red and his arms were up by his body. One hand his mouth as he had to pull the other back to his balls.
“Uuugghh… it's okay. I can still handle you when you take it out.”
Christian watched as Marshall lay there, legs spreading as he cupped himself. He gently flapped his knees as the pain in his plums continued to radiate up to his stomach.
“You sure you can take it all?”
“Mmm… yeah. I just made room.” Marshall blank face curled into a slight smile as he moved his hands from his balls to his stomach, lifting his shirt up again.
Quickly, Christian lifted and pressed his barefoot into the bulge between Marshall's legs. A wet squishy feeling and noise came as Christian's barefoot dug in toes first and put all his pressure down.
“Nuuuuugggg!”
Marshall groaned out and pulled his hands in, neck outstretched as he painfully curled in.
“Nooo… dude, stop hitting me in the nuts!”
Christian laughed and stepped back. “You make it too easy.”
“I… don't deserve this. You're doing too much.” Marshall said, tears in his eyes as he held his squished, bruised balls. It felt like his balls were pin-cushioned by a thousand needles and the pain was really starting to wear him out. He groaned, eyes watering the floor.
Christian thought about a witty reply but couldn't think of anything other than the feeling of Marshall's balls on his feet. Watching Marshall writhe and whimper on the floor after acting so cocky and weird was very rewarding. He had fun imagining what was going on under the freshman's cupped palms.
“How do they feel?”
“Mmph… like… they're broken. Crushed…”
“I bet… crushed your weak points. Haha, felt them on my toes.”
“Mmm… felt your toes on my balls… it really hurt.”
“Maybe. Bet you can take another though.”
“No!” Marshall whined. “No more, it really hurts. It really hurts…it feels like they were caught in a shredder.”
Marshall rocked on his back before shifting to his knees and curling up to try and relieve some pressure.
“Mmm… come on though. It's a beautiful day… what's one more hit? I swear, I won't go hard.”
Marshall looked up at Christian and saw Christian smiling at him. He tilted his head and pressed his tongue against his cheek.
“Can even… have fun when we get back. Or here… if you want…”
Marshall looked Christian over, then put his head back down and moaned. He rocked gently before he pushed up and sighed out.
“You know, you could just let me kiss you instead.”
“Please. A little foreplay first, Marshall.”
Marshall laughed as he stood up slowly and held himself. He was sore; his balls felt bruised and battered and he was weak and tired from the constant aching in his tenders. But Marshal was also feeling freaky and felt like he could play along.
“Okay… be careful with them.”
“Could you take off your flops too?” Christian asked.
Marshall stood for a moment before bending his legs slightly and taking his flops off.
“You’re one of those feet people huh. Wanna smell them?”
Christian didn’t say anything as he waited for Marshall to spread his legs again. Marshall moaned as he spread his legs and pulled his hands up. He breathed out carefully, cringing as Christian lifted his leg up. His jeans pulled up as he bent and carefully pulled his foot into Marshall’s balls with no pressure. Just holding his foot there.
Feeling Marshall’s balls and dick on his foot, Christian gently pressed and rolled his toes in Marshall’s shorts. The warm ovals of meat against Christian’s foot made the sophomore feel excited. He wanted to explore, feel for more and make some pancakes. He just lowered his foot, hesitated for a tense moment and let the air drip with anticipation. It built and then suddenly, with some force, brought his foot back up and then pulled it back quickly, creating a soft meaty echo.
Marshall groaned as his heavy eggs bounced off his pelvis and forced him to bend his body and knees inward, getting smaller and fighting to stay up with his hands shielding his sore testicles. The familiar but still sickening burning white pain started to ache again but he grit his teeth and tried to hold himself together.
The young man then held himself in place and stayed as still as he could. He then let out a groan and pulled his hands away, his body keeping still otherwise.
Christian smiled and moved quicker this time. He brought his foot up again, this time getting Marshall to cry out and curl in towards his center of gravity, his bruising balls. His knees wobbled, but he was just up enough still. He kept his hands away from where they desperately wanted to be. He invited Christian for another kick.
Christian then brought his foot up again quicker and Marshall groaned out, twisting his legs in as Christian kept his foot jammed deep in Marshall's crotch. Marshall groaned as he held onto his buddy’s ankle and whimpered. Christian held his foot in, feeling Marshall’s manhood on his foot so distinctly; his soft shorts offering no protection whatsoever. He held his foot in, pulling it carefully and Marshall whined as his hands held onto Christian’s ankle. Marshall's mind collapsed into the two orbs between his legs, trying to pull his hands through Christian's foot. But he just held the ankle in place until he eventually led Christian's for away. He needed his balls to get back to their normal shape.
Christian pulled his foot back and Marshall pulled his hands into his balls to cover them and looked up. His face was twisted and his lips twisted as the pain was making him act strangely.
But once again, he pulled his hands away from his balls and Christian didn’t wait before snapping his foot in. It wasn’t hard, but it was sharp and intentional. It created a louder meaty thud and Marshall immediately gasped out.
He put his hands quickly to the floor as he fell. Marshall realized there was no way he could stay on his feet. That kick took out all of his breath. He couldn’t hold up his strength anymore, he just lost all of his power. The pain took him over, deep in his stomach and groin. It made him need to lower his hips as he was on his knees and pulled his hands between his thighs and held his sore balls.
“Ahhh! Ahhh… ahhhhhh…”
Marshall whimpered and Christian rubbed his groin as he watched. Marshall’s forehead was against the dirt road, his feet gently kicking the trail. Soles were a little dirty and Christian bent down and rubbed Marshall’s back.
Marshall and Christian held the moment quietly for a minute until Marshall laughed gently. Christian laughed too as Marshall’s head stayed down.
“I… I thought you might kick me harder.”
“I thought about it. But you trusted me.”
“Hmnn,,, thank you.”
“Yeah… thank you too.”
The trail was silent as Marshall was curled over, a deep ache in his stomach and balls as Christian kneeled beside him. A hand moved to Marshall’s hip, feeling his warm, enticing skin. He gently rubbed Marshall’s hip, then his stomach and Marshall sighed out.
But Christian spoke up first.
“I think this was the weirdest thing I’ve done.”
Marshall looked up with a laugh and saw Christian’s bulge not too far from him. He noticed that Christian’s bulge was bigger than usual and saw Christian shift his hips towards him. Marshall reached out and felt what made up Christian’s jeans. He felt his cock and balls, rolling his fingers in and pressing his thumb and index finger around his erection. He was having fun.
“You know, I’m totally gonna uppercut you in the balls when I suck you off.”
“Stop, don’t make me cum yet.”