It was just after three in the afternoon on Saturday and Travis was standing in the locker room admiring himself in the mirror after a workout. Travis was an Adonis, with more rippling muscles than most guys even realized they had, strong legs and a handsome face that was framed by his neatly cropped hair.
Today Travis had been especially aggressive on the weight bench and his back and shoulders were aching from the effort, but boy did it pay off. Travis flexed, actually getting hard at the stunningly ripped reflection staring back at him. It looked as if someone had Photoshopped the perfect male body, only this was no special effect, it was all real. He was only wearing a pair of grey knee-length basketball shorts that were clinging to him with sweat leaving little to the imagination.
He was so caught up in his self admiration that he didn’t notice the sound of three pairs of feet walking up behind him.
“Fuck!”
Travis screamed in agony and buckled to his knees as an unbearable pain struck the small of his back, right above his bubble butt. Travis didn’t realize it, but he had just felt the sting of a Taser.
Before he could regain his senses two sets of arms were lifting him up from underneath, propping him against the lockers like he was a sack of potatoes, his perfect male form on full display. Travis’ head aches as he slowly regained his bearings.
“Tyler? What the fuck!”
Travis’ voice as venomous as he screamed at the man standing in front of him. He instinctively lunged but was held in place by two other men who were mere shadows of Travis’ exquisite frame but were nonetheless keeping the hunky stud firmly in place. Tyler actually looked a lot like Travis with a handsome face and short brown hair, only he was much heavier and far less muscular.
“You know what, Travis. You think you’re such hot shit,” Tyler laughed as Travis tried desperately to break away from this assailants.
“I’m gonna’ kill you!” Travis screamed. It wasn’t hyperbole.
“So you need your two faggotty helpers? Can’t even face me by yourself?”
Travis was enraged. The veins on his thick neck were bulging and his face was flashing red with pure hatred. He couldn’t wait to see what pathetic attack Tyler had planned so that he could endure it and turn around and beat Tyler’s ass.
Tyler grinned as he revealed a steel baseball bat he had been holding behind his back. Travis sneered and struggled but the two helpers Tyler had recruited were proving to be especially capable for the job.
“You know what, Travis. I’m tired of your shit. And ya’ know what? Everyone else is, too,”
Travis recognized the two men holding him from passing. They were just two equally out of shape guys, like Tyler. Nothing to worry about...
Tyler placed the business end of the bad on Travis’s nose and Travis, feeling both terrified and pissed, braced himself for the horrible nose-breaking blow he knew he was about to get. Tyler wasn’t a muscle god like him but anyone could do a lot of damage with a metal baseball bat against a defenceless opponent.
“What are you gonna’ do, fat ass? Couldn’t even face me alone?”
Travis’ heart was pounding in panic but his outward appearance was nothing but hatred and malicious arrogance as he struggled against his bonds. He couldn't’ even believe Tyler and his goons would even be attempting this...
Tyler rubbed the bat over Travis’ perfect nose reveling in the terror Travis was trying so hard to keep behind his steely-grey eyes.
“I think you need to be knocked down a peg...”
Tyler moved the bad down Travis’ rippled midsection slowly stopping when it rested over the slight bulge in Travis’ shorts.
“... or two!”
Before Travis even heard the words Tyler swung the bat full force into his baby makers.
“Mother fucker!” Travis screamed.
Whack!
“Fuck!”
Whack!
Travis struggled valiantly against his captors, cursing and screaming for help as Tyler used his balls for target practice. Travis’ average sized yet heavy, dense nuts were being slammed with crushing force between the bat and his rock-hard pelvis, each blow landing with gross wet impacts. Tyler truly didn’t care whether or not the arrogant bully’s manhood survived as he treated them as nothing more than baseballs on a stick, striking the swelling bulge with reckless abandon.
Tyler grunted in effort and his eyes flashed with pure hatred as he laid waste to Travis’ junk. Suddenly Travis, in absolute horror, cried out desperately.
“Tyler! I’m sorry, I’m sorry please don’t... ooooh!”
Travis was in hysterics. He could tell this was no ordinary locker room dust up; Tyler was out for blood. The same muscles Travis had just been admiring flexed and strained in an ironically hot display as he tried desperately to break free. For the first time in his life Travis was crying, begging for Tyler to stop.
“Tyler! Please! I’m sorry!”
Whack!
Tyler had Travis’ whole world under his bat and it was about to literally shatter. Travis’ sack was turning an uncomfortable shade of blackish purple and his balls were bouncing wildly, desperate to lessen the agony of the volley of blows. At this point Travis wasn’t even making words, just desperate babbles as the other two men kept him held firmly in place.
Tyler reared the bat back, preparing for another blow when he noticed something quite unexpected. Travis’ cock was starting to grow, and not just grow. Throb.
Whack!
Travis screamed shaking his head no, pleading with his eyes for Tyler to stop. For the first time in his life Tyler actually felt bad for Travis, but he quickly decided he enjoyed watching Travis scream too much to stop. Travis’ nuts were rocketed into his body and Travis nearly wretched as Tyler bounced his now hideously swollen nuts around with the bad. Despite the pain and Travis’ hysterical gyrating to break free, his cock continued to swell. His thick jock cock got bigger and harder until it was its full nine-inch beer-can thick glory, creating an impressive tent in his loose shorts. Tyler took a pause from his beating and placed the bat so that it was resting on top of Travis’ rock-hard cock.
The two goons holding Travis chuckled as Tyler looked with a truly malice look on his face.
“Looks like you’re getting off on this, Travis.”
Travis was sobbing, terrified at what Tyler could do with his cock so close to the head of the devastating bat. Tyler thought for a moment before speaking.
“Tell you what? Since you’re liking this so much, I promise I’ll stop swinging when you blow your load.”
Travis screamed in protest as Tyler swung the bat and collided the head of his cock as if he were hammering a nail. Travis’ eyes cross as the most intense pain he had even experienced racked his brain. Then it happened again. And again.
Travis was silent; he wanted to scream but his brain just couldn’t process what was happening. Instead his handsome face was contorted into an anguished expression with his handsome eyes leaking tears, half-crossed, trying desperately to make eye contact with Tyler. Trying to make a raw connection as one human being to another. Travis had been an incredibly mean bully to Tyler over the years but nothing he’d done deserved this kind of retribution. It was inhuman.
“Ty... please... please.. Stop...”
Travis was losing consciousness as the bat squished and cracked his nuts and cock. Despite everything though, Travis’ cock stayed hard and was actually leaking precum, stimulated by its constant bouncing and -- shockingly -- by the agony in his balls.
Crack!
“Travis, you’re really liking this. But you’d better cum soon or else...”
Crack!
Travis’ body went limp as the bat collided with the underside of his sack, sending his nearly cracked nuts flying into his abdomen. They were literally still sailing upward when they were hit with another blow, and another, and another. Travis’ ball sack was black inside his shorts but his cock stayed rock hard.
“Tyler... no...”
Tyler spit in Travis’ face as he sent the bat crashing into the stud’s thick cock, nearly cracking it in half with the blow. Surprisingly Travis responded with a moan and a shot of precum that made a wet stain in his shorts. Tyler kept it up alternating between beating Travis’ balls and his cock, desperate to finish this sick game in a spectacular testicular rupture.
“Oh... stop... oh!”
Travis opened his mouth and let out a deep, baritone, guttural scream as the front of his shorts were soaked with cum. Every muscle in Tyler's sculpted body shuddered in an orgasm so powerful the two guys holding him nearly lost their grip. Tyler kept smashing Travis’ nuts with bat as his busy balls unloaded a dozen squirts that soaked his shorts and ran down his leg in a thick, white stream. Tyler, to his word, threw down the bat and signaled for his friends to let Travis go allowing the bulky jock to slide to the floor, clutching his junk and sobbing.
Tyler and his friends looked down at Travis as he clutched his battered but still whole nuts, sobbing and curled into a ball.
“Well I hope that taught you a lesson, you bullying piece of shit!” Tyler said as he hawked a loogie onto Travis’ face.
Travis didn’t even protest, nodding in agreement with Tyler, desperate for the three bullies to leave him alone.
“Do you think we can get another load out of him?” one of the goons asked as he picked up the bat and handed it to Tyler.
“No!” Travis screamed as he tried to flee.
He was stopped immediately by a swift kick to the side of his handsome face. He was out cold.
“Yeah, let’s see if we can make the next shots red,”
Tyler said grinning, holding the bat as his friends held Travis’ defenseless, perfect body against the lockers.
