POPS! - The Cocky Jock

Hunter was the star of the team, a quintessential alpha jock.  He was beefy, buff but not overly chiseled with thick dark hair and come-hither eyes. He was attractive without being some unobtainable version of male perfection.  

It was a hot summer day and he was walking around his apartment wearing only baggy gym shorts, his broad torso glistening with sweat and his big, heavy balls swinging free in the loose fabric.  Hunter had just poured himself a glass of lemonade when he heard a rapt on the door. Hunter, thinking nothing of it, opened the door and was surprised to see Chase standing in the threshold. Hunter knew Chase just in passing, a blonde jock from the baseball team who could have passed for his twin.

“So you think you can just hit on any girl on campus?”  Chase demanded, showing his way into the apartment and slamming the door behind him.

Hunter was genuinely confused, his adorable face twisted in confusion.

“What are you...”

Hunter’s words were cut short as Chase reached out and grabbed Hunter’s ample nuts through the thin fabric and squeezed.  Hunter shuddered, dropping his lemonade and reached for his crotch but the slightly larger Chase had the element of surprise on his side.

Hunter moaned as Chase increased the pressure, leading Hunter literally by the balls against a wall where the two jocks stood eye to eye, panting. In another context it might have looked like Hunter and Chase were about to make out, but Chase’s eyes burned with rage.

“So, you thought you could just fuck my girlfriend and get away with it?”

Chase squeezed harder and Hunter gasped, clawing at the big jock’s arms.

“What are you... oh!”

Chase wasn’t trying to hear excused and squeezed even harder, crushing Hunter’s massive hairy nuts in his fists.  He slowly started lifting his arm and, to Hunter’s terror, he was starting to be lifted along the wall by his balls. Hunter was wailing and begging Chase to stop but Chase kept right on squeezing.

“You don’t remember? Red-headed girl at the bar last weekend? You took her home and fucked her brains out, remember?”

Hunter’s eyes grew wide with realization. Chase was right, he had met a smoking hot ginger at the bar last week and fucked her all over the house, but she never mentioned a boyfriend.

“Dude... dude... I didn’t know she never said.... Fuck!”

Chase had lifted Hunter off his feet, gripping only his balls and was driving his thumb into Hunter’s left nut.  In a panic Hunter screamed and punched Chase but but his blows seemed like they were hitting a manequin.  Chase hardly flinched.

“Well, tell you what, Hunter...”

Hunter almost vomited as Chase’s fist closed tighter.

“...let me just make it a little harder for you to fuck...”

Hunter screamed and clawed frantically at Chase’s beefy arms. His left nut was being crushed and...

SPLOTCH!

“Fuck!”

Hunter screamed as his left nut caved in, exploding in his over-sized sack.  His handsome eyes crossed and his mouth formed a silence ‘O’ as he stared at Chase in shock.

“I think you get my point, stay away from my woman, bitch.”

Chase released his grip on Hunter’s half ruined sack and laughed as the beefy jock slid to the floor in agony.  Without another word Chase left the apartment leaving Hunter to nurse his battered junk.