“What's cooking, good looking?”
Hayden laughed at the girls' annoyed reactions. He was walking around his campus with his friend livestreaming from his tik-tok account.
“How was that chat? Scale of 1-10, how was my rizz?”
He smiled, looking around with his sweats low on his body, stylish underwear peaking out and his white tee shirt tight on his pecs and biceps, a mic clipped to his shirt collar. His hair was bleached and he walked around with a swagger. He then looked at his phone, reading the chat.
“Man. You guys are harsh… oh. Check this out. Hey! Do you wanna be a part of my livestream?”
“No, not really.”
“Oh, okay. Your loss! Have a good day.”
Hayden turned back to his phone as he walked through campus, disrupting the peace.
“Yooo W's in chat for being kind and respectful. Always gotta ask for consent first.” Hayden said, looking around at his surroundings. There weren't too many people walking around but most that were tried to avoid the guy on his phone with a camera man that he's following around.
“Chat, rate my print.” Hayden stopped moving and stood still, fingers by his chin as the camera took in his whole frame. He was bulging in his sweats, a trademark of gray sweats. He was big and cocky for a reason. He flexed his muscles a bit, showing off.
“... damn, I look tough. Yo chat, don't forget to send gifts…! No, I don't got a sock down here.” Hayden grabbed his junk, visibly filling up his hand. “All natural meat!”
“You're so vile… can you do this somewhere else?” A feminine voice spoke up.
Hayden turned to the offended voice.
“Ha! Where's the girl with the mouth? You talk to me like that, you gotta be on my stream.”
A girl pouted as she walked up to Hayden. She was a Hispanic looking girl, tan skin and a little shorter than Hayden wearing a tight, revealing shirt that showed off her belly piercing and slightly baggy jeans that hung on and showed off her tight ass. She was holding onto some books under her breasts, almost lifting them up.
“Ooo mamasita!” Hayden culturally appropriated.
“You have a real mouth on you, don't you?” The girl grimaced.
“Oh baby. I can show you what I can do with it too.” Hayden smirked, proud of his retort. He puckered his lips and hesitated to bring his hand up in an obscene gesture, but went through with it, creating a v with his fingers, putting his chin in the middle of it.
“My God! Are you fucking serious?” She asked.
“I can even show you how to use yours!”
Hayden grabbed his meaty protrusion, looking at the camera to make sure it's still on him and then rubbed his stomach.
The woman student was appalled. She watched him in awe and knew she had to do something.
“Want me to teach you, mami? And you can teach me some Spanish afterwards.”
“Uhh… haha… you know what. I'll show you what I can do with my lips. What's your name?”
“Hayden! Haha, okay. Show me, girl.”
Jayleen shook her head. He didn't even ask her their name. She tried not to let her disappointment show and Hayden was too excited for the show to care.
She walked up to him and then he met her the rest of the way. He leaned down to kiss her, closing his eyes and that's when she reared back her leg, grabbed his shoulders and slammed her knee hard into his balls with all her force.
Hayden cried out, jumping up to his tiptoes and bending over as he felt his balls getting crunched against his hard body. His vision immediately went white in the sudden explosion of pain in his meaty testicles.
“Oooo! Ooh no, no!” Hayden whined out, eyes watering as Jayleen threw him to the floor, his knees slamming into the ground. The sudden drop caused his balls more pain.
Hayden immediately pulled his hands between his legs and clamped them to his rapidly swelling testicles. Waves of pain smashed into his young body and he curled deep into a ball, eyes watering as he pathetically kicked his legs.
“Daamn!” The cameraman let out, keeping the video on him, then turned to Jayleen.
She looked down at him angrily then spat towards him.
“You fucking bitch! I don't even speak Spanish!”
Hayden's face was getting red rapidly and he started to cough and retch on his knees. Each wave of agony was crushing his balls and twisting his stomach. He felt so insignificant compared to the pain in his balls.
“Yeah, cough them up asshole! Only good thing that mouth of yours is good for.”
Weakly and pitifully, Hayden pulled himself to the bushes so he could throw up in peace. There was no avoiding it he realized. But he forgot to take the microphone off so the livestream heard everything clear as day.
“Gwaaagh… uuuooh… bbbwwaaa… oooo… oooo… BLLLEEAAGGH! BLEEEEGH! UHHH!”
Hayden then spit out some remaining bile in his mouth, whimpering as he clutched his heavy eggs between his legs.
“Ohhh my God. My balls, my fucking balls… ohmg I'm still so sick. Oooh God, please stop.”
Hayden rocked away from the bush. His face was almost purple, veins in his neck outstretching and veins popping. He was seeing stars and each breath tightened the pain in his body. Drove his pain deeper and took more and more out of his soul with each pulse.
“Fuck you and your balls. You deserve worse.”
Hayden weakly rolled to his back, hand uselessly covering his print and trying to massage the pain as his legs shifted mindlessly. Jayleen took the opportunity to approach him and swing her leg into his spread legs while his guard was down. Hayden reacted too late, unable to close his legs or properly cover his balls. His heavy nuts squashed against his pelvis like two waterballoons against a wall.
Hayden immediately silently screamed out but the lungs already left his lungs. He couldn't breathe or see, the white throbbing agony made his stomach completely flip and his legs twisted.
Hayden twitched and whimpered, gasping for air and it was a pathetic scene. His white shirt was drenched with sweat and he was curled tightly in a fetal position, his hands covering his swollen, abused testicles.
“Ahhh… ahhh… f-fuuuhh… my balls… f… fucking bitch…”
The pain in his balls felt world ending and there was nothing he could do about it. As he gained some air back, he immediately expunged it all, whining and sobbing.
“My fucking baallls! Aahhhh!”
Jayleen pouted, confident in the lesson she taught him and walked up to the camera.
“Fuck all y'all for supporting this misogynistic pig! I'd do this to all of you if I could! Jayleen, out!”
Her words were clear but drowned out by Hayden's grueling breathing and coughing into the microphone.
The camera watched her walk away. Her ass swinging confidently as she pushed forward, knowing she's done good in the world. The cameraman cursed under his breath as he turned the video back to his sobbing and coughing friend, who was still curled in a ball. Bulging biceps useless as all he could use his mouth for was to whine about his balls.
“Hayden, you good bro?”
“Mmaa.. m-my… my fucking balls…! She broke my balls! I… I'm dying bro! Uuugh, it hurts so bad… you have no fucking idea…”