Seth Gets Nailed

Seth let out a whimper as he fell in a heap on the concrete steps.  He had attempted to do an ollie and had almost succeeded, before failing the landing and tumbling to the ground.  His rider less skateboard drifted several feet forward, stopping when a lanky black-haired young man named Chad stepped on the back of the board, causing it to flip into the air where it was handedly caught.

Chad openly laughed at the splayed Seth as he approached him.

“Dude, that was epic.  Are you okay?”  Chad asked, his sincerity almost obscured by his laughter.

Seth groaned, his back ached from the fall, but all in all he was no worse for wear.  He dusted off his bright red shorts as he slowly got to his feet, Chad set down Seth’s board to free his hand and offered his friend assistance, his own skateboard tucked under his arm.

Despite being unrelated, Seth and Chad were amazingly similar in appearance.  “Married couples start to look like each other,” his friends would joke, and they weren’t terribly far off.  Seth, 22 and Chad, 23 had known each other for as long as they could remember.  They both had the same devil may care attitude about life, routinely eschewing the strict social norms of their suburban existence.  Both young men were fairly short, only five foot six with slim, almost stereotypically ’skater’ type builds, often disguised under baggy board shorts or ironic graphic T-shirts.  They were also both quite youthful, both in appearance and manners, so neither looked terribly out of place at the municipal skateboard/BMX park, despite the fact virtually every other skater around them were still more likely to be concerned with high school angst than Seth and Chad’s more grown up problems.

“Yeah, well I nailed it yesterday,” Seth said coolly, running a hand through his unkempt, shaggy black hair as he picked up his board.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure, Let me show you how it’s supposed to be done,”

Chad motioned with his hand for some high school aged skaters to clear a path in a large, smooth concrete bowl.  He tugged down on his baggy blue board shorts - presumably because it made him look ‘cool’ - then took his apparently new, highly glossy white skateboard tossed it forward, jumping on it mid-roll as it rolled into the bowl.  Just as the board reached the bottom, he performed a nearly perfect ollie. Two onlookers applauded before moving on.

“Sweet man!”  Seth had to admit as his friend rolled back to him.

“It’s all in the timing…”

“And the board!” Seth interrupted leaning in to study the shiny, relatively long skateboard Chad was perched on.  “Is that an X-Fyre?” 

Chad grinned broadly, the stud on his lip ring glistening in the twilight sun.

“Surely is,”

Seth was incredulous. The X-Fyre, a Tony Hawk inspired masterwork of skateboard engineering, was as understated in its appearance as it was advanced in its design.  The glossy white finish that somehow seemed to never stay dirty was an advanced ultra-strong, ultra-light alloy that was allegedly the same used on the Porche Carrera. The wheels glided effortlessly on space age ball bearings and a nearly unnoticeable Tony Hawk signature — etched into the bottom of the board in solid gold — added just enough bling to justify the X-Fyre’s exorbitant price tag.

“Where did… how? You were barely paying your rent last I knew,”  Seth said, trying to be playful.

Chad rolled his eyes mockingly, “Well, I know a guy who gave me an off-the-truck price. No middle man,”

Seth looked on curiously, by now he’d playfully pushed his friend off the board and had lifted it up. It was so light, it made his regular board seem like it was made of lead.  He studied the intricate details, pausing for a moment as he noticed a series of numbers etched on one of the wheel axels, presumably a serial number.  An unusual step for otherwise innocuous skate boards.

“Dude, can I try this?”  Seth had barely asked the question before he was off, skating as fast as he could toward a series of concrete steps. 

With a leap, he was on the railing, skating down effortlessly until he lost his balance and tumbled forward.  The space age board kept rolling down the rail, landing with a clang. There wasn’t even a scratch despite the fact it had landed on its glossy face and skidded on the rough pavement several feet.  Seth wasn’t so lucky.  His legs opened in a wide ‘V’ as he fell onto the railing. HIs average sized, but very low hanging nuts struck the rail several micro seconds before the rest of him did. They were trapped between his butt and the rail when he landed, crushing them painfully.  Seth’s mouth formed an ‘O’ and an airy, high pitch gasp escaped his lips as he clutched crotch.  Chad stood by, trying to contain a laugh as Seth slowly slid off the rail to one side, tumbling down the last few steps once he did.

“Epic!” came Josh, laughing hysterically as he helped his friend up. 

“There goes Seth Junior,” Josh joked, making two fists, then opening them rapidly to visualize the bursting of Seth’s sex life.  Seth was hardly amused as he rubbed a hand over his crotch, mindful not to show too much discomfort lest he be the ridicule of the cool kids.

Seth and Josh sat together, their skate boards tucked under their arms and the skate park concrete turning purplish pink under the setting sun.

“So, where did you get the X-Fyre?”  Seth asked, this suspicion thinly veiled.

“I told you…” Josh started, his voice drifting as he squinted at apparently nothing in the distance.

Seth looked in the same direction and thought he saw two taller men, about his age, crouch quickly behind a bench.  He squinted to try to get a look at them, but decided they were probably just two new skaters he wasn’t familiar with.

“…I got it from a guy. Don’t worry, I didn’t steal it.”  Josh laughed, though he was clearly not at ease.

They sat chatting for several more minutes, the sky quickly darkening.  The skate park slowly emptied and, by the time it was just dark enough for the lone lamp post in the park to turn on, only Seth and Josh were left.  And the two strangers.  They were standing just far enough away for Seth to make out any features, other than they were either Asian or Latino, taller than he and Josh and wearing jeans and red tight fitting shirts. Even at this distance, their powerful upper bodies were obvious.  The two looked to just be talking, laughing loudly and no longer giving off an intimidating vibe… but Seth still felt uncomfortable for some reason.  It seemed that every time Josh would happen to look in their direction, the two would laugh.  Either it was a strange coincidence, or Josh was holding something back, something that was clearly making him uncomfortable; his train of conversation frequently drifting.

“Anyway, I’m off. Early day tomorrow,” Josh said abruptly, eyeing the two men suspiciously as he made his way out of the skate park.

“Um, bye.”  Seth called after him, taken aback with how sudden Josh had left.  What was up with him?

Seth pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket to send a view text messages before parting. The glare of the phone had temporarily blinded him when he looked back up at the now late evening park, and as he squinted, he realized the two men were gone. He thought he heard a car starting and driving away in the general direction of the parking lot.  ‘They’re gone’, the thought, his feeling of unease lifting a bit.

He stood to leave we he realized Josh had left the X-Frye.  Typical Josh, he chuckled to himself, only he would forget something that had a higher retail value than some high-end home appliances. Seth scooped up the board, tucked his own plain board under his arm and left the park.  Walking along the boulevards was more brightly lit, but was more round about and Seth wanted to get home.  He decided to cut through the woods that butted up to the skate park and lead to his apartment complex.

Although this wasn’t the first time Seth had taken this short cut, it was still amazing how quickly traffic noise and city lights seemed to vanish in the thick cluster of inexplicitly undeveloped land in the middle of town.  Seth and Josh spend hours there as children playing knights and building forts.  When Seth was in the thick of the urban forest, he pulled out his phone and dictated a message;

“Send text to Josh Kennedy - I have your board, you left it in the park,”

The phone beeped to acknowledge it had been sent.  He had only gone a few more feet before the phone chimed again.  Seth looked down at the message with bewilderment:

“DUDE, I’LL COM BACK 4 IT!!”

Seth rolled his eyes and dictated a final message “Send text to Josh Kennedy - It’s okay, I’m taking it to my place,”

The phone beeped again in response, “NO! W8 THERE, WILL TELL U L8TR’

Seth figured he was already closer to being home than he was to the skate park, so he dismissed the message and kept going.

“Josh is that you?”  he called out when he thought he heard twigs breaking under foot nearby.  He looked around, the last few rays of sun just barely illuminating the forest around him.  To his relief he could only make out with appeared to be some kind of burrowing animal a few feet away.

“Paranoid much…” he signed aloud just as he felt himself being pushed to the ground from behind.

Whoever had pushed him did so effortlessly. The lanky skater had barely enough time to outstretch his hands, dropping both skate boards in the process, to catch himself, landing on all fours. 

“Punk ass,” came a gravelly voice with some kind of accent, Asian, but Seth couldn’t determine any more than that…

WHOOSH!

Before he knew what was happening, Seth felt a sharp pain from his crotch. He doubled over, his hands nursing his injured balls, in a fetal position.  Seth rolled onto his back to see what was behind him and saw a six foot tall Korean in his mid to late twenties was standing over him, his leg still extended from the devastating kick he had just delivered between Seth’s legs.  Seth instantly recognized the man as one of the strange figures from the park. The Korean’s upper body was very well sculpted, a tight red T-shirt hugging this broad shoulders and pecs.  His jeans were filled out through the thigh by his well-developed legs.  His hair would probably have been chin-length, but it was highly slicked, coming to a stylish point just in front of this handsome - yet brutally mean - chiseled face. 

Seth scrambled to move away from the towering figure, but was stopped by the feeling of a foot against his back.  He turned to see another man, similar in dress than the other, but a bit shorter and not quite as powerfully proportioned — though Seth knew either one of them alone could totally destroy his svelte, unmuscular frame.  The other man’s hair was bleached a whitish blond, carefully tufted spike protruded from his sculp.

“Don’t move,” came the blonde, his voice softer yet ironically more stern than the black haired guy.

“Is this him,?” the darker hair man asked.

The blonde looked down at Seth, eyeing him hard.  Seth, though trembling, sat very still hoping they would just go through with stealing his phone and the pricy X-Fyre and go their way without hurting him again.

“Yeah, this is him, little punk,” 

STOMP!

The dark haired Korean stomped his foot down onto Seth’s hand-covered crotch.  His cupped hands lessened the impact, but there was still enough force for his sagging gonads to bounce wildly in his shorts.   Seth moaned and fell over.

He could hear the two rustling  nearby.

“X-Z-Z-2-1-2-1… A” the dark haired boy read off.

Seth looked up to see the dark haired man was holding up the X-Fyre, its highly glossed surface was reflective even in the fading sunlight.  He was squinting to read the number that had been etched into the axel.”

“Dumb ass,” the blonde snorted, “you didn’t even bother to take off the serial number this time.”

This time? Seth was totally confused.

“No, that’s not mine..” Seth was silenced by a round house kick to his head from the blonde. 

As he lay spread eagled on the ground in a painful, foggy daze.  What were they talking about, Seth wondered.  One part of what they had said — ‘this time’ — was especially troubling. Apparently they were taking out retribution, wrongly, on Seth for something they thought he had done multiple times before.

“Wait… wait…”

“Pick him up!”  the dark haired jock ordered.

The blonde compiled, roughly lifting a still dazed Seth to his fee, securing his arms behind his back.  Seth struggled, but his soft built was no match for the gym-hardened blonde, who was holding the flaying skater in place with apparently no effort.

“We saw you do it, punk.  Got the shit on camera this time too,”

The dark haired guy pulled a cell phone with an enormous screen out of this pocket, tapped on the screen a few times then held it up so he could see a somewhat grainy video playing on the screen.  It looked to be downloaded surveillance footage in the back of a store, or a warehouse, Seth couldn’t be for certain, of someone who looked a lot like Seth making off with several items, including not one but four still-boxed X-Fyers.  Seth’s heart sank when the shadowy figure in the video turned his head just long enough to face the camera briefly; it was Josh.

Of course Seth could tell himself and Josh apart, but a lot of people routinely got them confused, even in person to say nothing of this grainy video.  The Koreans, Seth concluded, had as far as they were concerned caught ‘Josh’ red handed with the stolen merchandise.  And since this wasn’t apparently the first time Josh had victimized them, it was likely they had been trailing Josh — and by extension him — for some time.

“No, no. That isn’t me…”

WHOOSH! CRUNCH!  WHOOSH - CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

The dark haired man unleashed a volley of sloppily aimed punches to Seth’s crotch.  Seth closed his legs tightly, but his low hanging sack was still a relatively easy target through his shorts. Most of the punches were off, since the Korean was probably assuming Seth’s sack would be higher up in a more ‘normal’ location, but some of them were spot on — and hard.

Seth thought he was going to be sick, his head was spinning in pain.  He tied to plead, but he only succeed in whimpering.  He would have doubled over had the blonde not been holding him so erect.

The dark hair boy stood looking quizzically for a moment, confused by the lack of the feeling of squishy nuts being pulverized under his fist, then reached out and pulled Seth’s board shorts to his knees.  The dark haired jock gasped in genuine surprise at the sight, causing Seth to flush with embarrassment.

His balls weren’t particularly large, but they hung nearly a foot when they were free from his shorts. They were dense and heavy at the bottom of his almost rubbery sack.  The dark haired boy reached out for the freakishly low hanging testicles and clutched him firmly in his fist.  Seth winced as he felt his organs being ground into each other in the man’s fist.  The dark haired man giggled cruelly as he pulled the sack forward. It stretched another inch… then another… and another.  Seth started screaming but was quickly quieted by a hand placed tightly over his mouth by the blonde. He thought this was his chance, since the blonde was not only holding him up with one arm, but Seth’s renewed attempts to break the hold were futile.  The match up of ’skater boy’ versus ‘jock’ was simply too unbalanced.

“Check this out, yo’.  His shit is like fuckin Stretch Armstrong,”  

The dark haired boy had now pulled Seth’s nuts to an astounding 16 inches from his body. Seth screamed into his impromptu gag as he felt the chords connecting his balls to his body being stretched to this limit.

“Hold him still,”  the dark haired boy instructed and Seth could feel the blonde’s stance become even more rigid. 

Without saying a word — or breaking eye contact with a crying Seth — the dark hair boy proceeded to lean backward, pulling Seth’s swollen, stretched sack with him.  Seth let out a horrendous shriek that was only barely contained by the blonde’s hand.  His mind was awash in misery.  This guy was going to rip of his nuts if he didn’t stop… The crushing pressure of the Korean’s tightly clenched fist mixed with the tugging force was almost too much… Seth could feel he was starting to black out…

“Ah, okay, okay. I’ll stop,” the dark haired man said letting go of Seth’s now reddened balls. They bounced in the bottom of their sack, still pulsing from being squeezed.

Seth had just let of a sign of relief when he felt a sharp pain in his balls. Then another!

TWAP! TWAP!  SPLAT! TWAP!

Seth’s ball sack bounced wildly, making a wet ‘twap’ sound each time the heavy balls bounced into the skin of this thigh.  The dark haired jock was mercilessly kicking Seth’s defenseless balls, making awful remarks about how kicking the low hanging sack was like kicking a sparring ball…

“Oh yeah, I blow sparring punching bags apart all the time,” he laughed.  “And I bet this bouncing bag is about to burst,”

Seth was fading in and out of consciousness, but he dark haired man didn’t stop. The blonde had wedged a knee between Seth’s slender legs, forcing them open and keeping the dangling sack even more exposed.

WHAM! WHAM! SPLAT! SPLAT!

The dark hair man kicked Seth’s sack until both testicles were swollen to twice their size, bulging at the bottom of the sack, and turning purplish blue.  He wasn’t sure how much longer they were going to hold up, nor did he care…

Suddenly, the dark haired boy stopped and cupped a hand to his ear.

“I thought I heard someone, let’s make this quick. Bring him over here,”

The blonde hair drug Seth’s now limp body over to a nearby tree stump, With some maneuvering, the hunky blonde was able to position the skater’s body so that his pendulous nuts dangled over, and then rested on the tree stump like a table top.

“Here’s to thinking you could get away with it, punk ass bitch,”  the dark haired boy hissed, spitting on Seth’s face.

Seth stirred slightly then, and awoke in time to see his dangerously swollen testicles resting on the tree stump.  He looked up and saw the dark haired Korean jock was reaching for something in his back pocket.  Seth let out a shriek and began to beg when he saw the man was holding a hammer.

“Keep him still!’

Despite his best effort, the blonde was able to keep Seth locked to his spot, his heavy balls barely moving from their spot on the stump top. Seth knew what was about to happen and his head was spinning with the thought. What the hell had Josh done to these guys?

“Gotta get my aim right,” the dark haired man said mockingly raising the hammer and slamming it down several times over Seth’s right nut, stopping just short of totally crushing it.

Each time Seth screamed into the blonde’s hand and his eyes bulged in anticipation.

Finally the dark haired stud drew the hammer back as far as it would go and sent it crashing into Seth’s swollen right nut.  The hammer head collided with a resounding, sickening SPLOSH and the testicle instantly burst into mush.  The impact had been so hard it had actually left a hammer-head shaped impression into the face of the tree stump.

“Yeah, that’s what’s up!” the blonde shouted in approval. 

Seth was going crazy.  Despite his size disadvantage he was now struggling so hard the blonde was, for once, showing signs of having to put forward an honest effort to keep him in place.

“Now, if you’d just given our shit back…”

The dark hair man deliberately took aim at Seth’s last ball.

“… we would have just stopped at that, but…”

  The hammer sailed through the air with even more force than before.  Seth looked straight down at his half ruined sack, his face locked in horror, affording him a front row seat to his desexing…
  SPLOSH! 
  Seth let out a howl of inhumane agony as he felt his left nut rapidly compress, the membranes crushed and pulverized.  The dark haired boy laughed maniacally and drew the hammer back. He had purposefully stopped short of totally crushing the defenseless orb, instead he only split it open like a huge grape. 
  Seth was sobbing and struggling but he knew the Korean wasn’t going to stop until his baby maker was turned to baby food.
  “Crush it dude! We gotta’ get outta here,” the blonde implored matter of factly.
  WHOOSH!
  CRU–SPLAT!  the hammer came down a final time, not stopping until only a thin layer of goop separated it from the top of the stump.  Pieces of Seth’s mutilated manhood splattered all over the top of the stump and up to Seth’s barely defined stomach.  The blonde let him go then and for a moment Seth just stood there in shock induced silence.  He reached for his nuts, the scrotum had been pounded perfectly flat and the goo inside had burst through. When his hand hesitantly came into contact with the mushy atrocity, his mouth opened so far his jaw hurt and he let out a primal, high pitched scream.
  The two Korean jocks coolly made their way out of sight, casually picking up the stolen X-Fyre skateboard on the way. 
  Seth, still screaming uninterrupted, stumbled backward — literally leaving most of his testicles on the tree stump — and collapsed in mortal agony. 
  In the distance he thought he heard rapidly approaching footsteps, perhaps someone investigating his blood curdling screaming.  He thought he saw a figure in blue board shorts approach…. then all was dark.

Seth gets his revenge in part two.