Two Nerds, One Jock

A vaulted metal ceiling and an enormous ceiling fan were the only things Max could see clearly as he lay on his back on the factory floor. One minute the twenty-five year old office clerk had been walking toward the factory breakroom and the next he was on the ground. A small group of workers surrounded his splayed, meek frame chuckling like school boys but one laugh stood out amongst the throng. The mischievous, deep laugh of Frank Durbin was so etched into Max's memory that he instinctively winced upon hearing it.

Frank was Max's age but unlike the bookish Max, Frank was a powerfully built, blonde Adonis whose body seemed to have only gotten more ripped since their days together in high school. Frank never missed an opportunity the show it off, either, and he purposefully requested a factory uniform that was a size too small so that his massive biceps literally tore at the shirt's short sleeves and his broad chest filled it out to the point of making the buttons fly off. Frank was unquestionably hot and he knew it from an early age, which didn't bode well for Max or his friend Fabian.

Max and Fabian were close friends and overachieving do-gooders who epitomized the nerd stereotype in high school. Max never went anywhere without his signature cardigan and bowtie as if dressing and acting older would bring the end of high school that much sooner. It didn't. Frank and his buddies on the football team made it their life's mission to harass and pick on Max and Fabian relentlessly. Max and Fabian had been thrown into lockers so often they hardly minded it in the end. Both of the boy's modest nuts had taken literally hundreds of towel snaps in the locker room over the year and it wasn't unusual for Frank to push one of them against a locker and pile drive his knee into their crotch before pretending to apologize for 'falling into them' and laughing.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," Frank laughed once after purposefully throwing a perfect spiral toward Max in the hallway, the heavy football slamming dead-center into his nuts.

Max was straight as an arrow but Frank and his minions never missed an opportunity to harass the openly gay Fabian by spreading malicious rumors about them and hurling all manner of homophobic slurs at both of them. Unlike Max, Fabian seemed to take most of it in stride, but the non stop harassment drove Max crazy. The rest of the bullies seemed to just be having fun and playing the role of the alpha males, but Max picked up on Frank's truly psychopathic tendencies and was eager to be free of him when he graduated and finally fled the small town. That isn't, however, what happened.

Max did indeed go off to college and for four blissful years he was free of Frank. His scrawny body had beefed up a bit and he was finally comfortable enough in his skin to lean all into a carefree geek chic persona. After graduation, however, he wound up right back in his small home town working at one of the last factories in the purchasing department. It wasn't glamorous but the pay was decent and he seldom had to interact with the men on the factory floor whom he had little in common with. As fate would have it, two of those men were Frank, a machinist, and Fabian, a plant manager.

On this particular day, Frank had pretended not to see Max and had stuck a long metal rod into the walkway just in time for Max to trip. Max's head was still spinning from the fall and a hand in the crowd reached out to help him up. The friendly worker smiled genuinely at Max as he headed back to his work station, unaware of Frank's true psychopathy.

"Oops, sorry. I didn't see you there," Frank shrugged.

Max was shocked that everyone seemed to believe him and was just laughing off assault as a harmless, comical accident. The crowd quickly dispersed and Max dusted himself off and continued to the breakroom.

The rest of the shift was uneventful but when he went to open his car door after work, Max's hand recoiled at the sensation of thick, foul smelling grease that had been smeared on the underside of the handle. Frank chortled as he drove by with his convertible top down.

"Don't let him get to you," came a comforting voice.

Fabian, approached and gave his old friend a pat on the back. Fabian hadn't had four Frank-free years like Max and his skin was thicker for it. He no longer cared about Frank's boorish immaturity and had long ago stopped registering his aggressive, flagrant homophobia.

The slights, insults and alleged accidents continued, just like high school. One day for reason's Max honestly couldn't remember because his memory was nothing but a flash of red rage, he finally snapped and punched Frank in the parking lot. Frank seemed stunned but, smartly, didn't even try to fight back since he was pretty sure one blow would have turned Max's face into hamburger. Things went downhill from there until the harassment had reached such a fever pitch that finally Max had truly had enough.

"Don't you think that might be just a bit much?"

Fabian was sitting across Max's kitchen table where he had listened to Max detail an elaborate, painful revenge on Frank. Max shook his head.

"Frank has it coming," Max started.

"What did he think was going to happen? He kept poking the bear and the bear finally woke up,"

"Why do you let him get to you so bad?"

Max ignored the question and continued on detailing his plan on exacting sweet revenge and Fabian, caught up in Max's sermon-like speil about retribution, agreed to help him. It also didn't hurt Max's argument that part of the plan involved stripping the handsome jock and playing with his junk. Fabian had seen Frank's giant, sagging balls in the locker room but never up close and never had he even considered actually touching them lest he end up with a fist-indent to his face. Besides, Frank was even hotter now than when he was a teenager and Fabian didn't want to pass up the chance to see what Frank's prime-of-life body looked like now under his uniform.

The plan was pretty basic, actually, the two would lure Frank to an abandoned storeroom at the factory, over power him and tie him up. After that Max would unload years of pent up, slightly sadistic, aggression on Frank. Max wasn't planning on actually hurting Frank too badly - though if that were to happen so be it - just scare the living daylights out of him to convey in a single meeting the cumulative sum of decades of abuse. After the general plan was sketched out the two spent the next several days working out the specifics.

Finally the day arrived. Being a manager, Fabian had no trouble getting Frank to report to one of the otherwise unused warehouses at the sprawling complex. It was a relatively slow late shift and Fabian told the cocky machinist that he wanted him to spend the shift trying to bring an obsolete thermoforming machine back online. Frank found the request odd, but since it was an overnight shift, it meant double pay just to tinker with an old machine instead of the usual grueling pace on the factory floor.

"Boss wants to increase production, and if we can get that machine up we can increase production without a new line,"  Fabian explained.

"And you're my best mechanic." he said patting Frank on the shoulder and nodding in the general direction of the abandoned warehouse.

The ego stroking was enough to quash any of Frank's trepidation and he dutifully headed to the old warehouse. An hour into his work, Frank was soaked in sweat and his already-tight uniform clung to him like a glove. Being effectively abandoned the building's air conditioning was turned off turning the huge metal box into an oven in the sweltering summer heat during the day and unfortunately for Frank, most of the heat hadn't dissipated even as the clock crept up on one in the morning. 

Franks legs were the only thing visible jutting out from under a huge machine as he sang to himself and skillfully replaced its guts. Frank was an asshole, but Fabian wasn't joking when he said he was truly the plant's best mechanic. He was too absorbed in his work to hear two sets of foot prints quietly approaching. 

"You're toxic, I'm slippin' under! With a taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you don't you know that you're toxic..."

Frank's surprisingly good, baritone rendition of Britney Spear's Toxic echoed through the cavernous warehouse and it was all Fabian and Max could do not to bust out laughing.

"I guess even straight boys love some good pop music," Fabian whispered.

They continued to approach the oblivious mechanic.

"Dude, are you sure about this? Last chance, man." 

Fabian looked at Max pleadingly. Max only grinned widely and Fabian returned the gesture. Then they ran toward Frank, their footsteps now noisily echoing through the building.

Frank slid his mechanic's creeper out just in time to see Max and Fabian running toward him.

"What the fuck... oh. Hey, boss. And boss' wife."

Frank, still on his back, looked up at them and chuckled. Max set down the bag he was carrying as Fabian couldn't help put admire Frank in that position, six feet of burly, blonde muscle with a skin tight uniform leaving nothing to the imagination. His handsome face was covered in sweat and grease and his arms and chest seemed extra pronounce in the dim lighting. Max on the other hand, was only focused on one part of Frank's body. As Frank continued to chuckle, Max rose his shoe and hovered it over Frank's massive bulge. 

"Dude, what are you..."

Frank's eyes bulged out as Max stomped down on the bulge in his tight pants as hard as he could. A deep, guttural scream was only partway out of Frank's mouth when the wind was knocked out of him by yet another viscous stomp. Max wasn't holding back, and though he was only half of Frank's weight it was still enough to flatten his trapped nuts.

"Now!"

Frank cupped his balls as he rose to his feet but was sucker punched by Fabian. Dazed, the hulking jock lunged toward Max only to be knocked back by a surprisingly powerful kick to the nuts. 

"Fucking dirty fighter!" 

Fabian jumped on Frank's back to try and knock him over but Frank only shook him off like dandruff. Max ran at him attempting to connect another punch but Frank just extended his muscular arm and held Max at bay. Fabian picked up a wrench Frank had been using and swung it into Frank's back. The reverb vibrated up Fabian's arm and Frank let out a wail of pain. Max took advantage of the stunned bully to punch him square in the face. The feeling of his knuckles impacting Frank's perfect face was extremely satisfying. So much so that Max delivered another punch with his other fist. Fabian rose the wrench as if he was going to treat Frank's skull like a baseball but Max screamed.

"Fabian no! You'll kill him!"

Fabian paused. It was all the opening Frank needed to turn and tackle Fabian to the ground. Frank held his boss against the concrete with his fist raised over his face and Fabian closed his eyes as he braced to have his face pounded into hamburger. But Frank hesitated. He knew he could literally kill the nerdy plant manager with his bare hands if it came to that, but he was too confused to take any action.

"What the fuck are you doing?"  

Frank looked down at Fabian in almost pleading confusion, hoping that Fabian and Max would just burst into laughter and say they were just horsing around. But something about this seemed wrong. This wasn't a joke...

"Ahhhh!"

Frank arched his back and screamed as Max kicked him as hard as he could in the side of the head. Frank thought he was going to pass out and his daze was all the opening Fabian needed to roll from under him. Frank tried to stand but Fabian lunged onto him, desperately pounding on him with his fists as Max joined in. Frank landed a few good punches but even his muscles were no match to being totally ambushed. The two nerds got Frank against the side of the machine, his knees weak and punches flying when Max dropped to his knees and slammed the wrench full force into Frank's nuts. Frank's eyes crossed and he went to cup his junk only to have his cupped hands - and his junk - slammed by the wrench. Frank was sure one of his index fingers was broken. This really was not a joke....

"Max! What are you..."

Fabian silenced Frank with a brutal punch to his solar plexus. 

"Christ!"

Frank tried to push them away but the two were using Frank's rock hard abs like a punching bag. Every time Frank made any progress, Max would just wield the wrench, not hitting Frank at full force, but enough to signal that it would be in Frank's best interest to submit. Frank roared and used the last of his energy to tackle both Max and Fabian to the ground. He was large enough to pin both of them but the exhausted nerds kept fighting and the three became a rolling, screaming mass of flesh, slamming against the machinery. Max grabbed Frank's soaked blonde hair and slammed his head against the machine. Frank felt Max lifting his head again and he let out a scream of genuine terror at Max's animalistic rage.

THUD 

THUD

Frank thought his skull was going to crack open.

"Max!"

THUD

"Max! Stop!"

Decades of pent up rage flooded out of Max has he alternated between slamming Frank's head into the machine and pummeling his face with his fists. By the time Fabian pulled Max off, Max had a flash of red rage - and no proper memory - of pounding Frank's handsome face into a swollen, bloody mess. Max actually recoiled at the sight of it but quickly remembered the plan. Frank was subdued. Time for the next round.

Frank was whimpering on his knees, totally humiliated by the two nerds. Fabian had never seen Max so violent and his scrawny body actually looked bigger as Max puffed out his chest and towered over Frank.

"On your feet!" Max barked.

Frank stood up, hoping that this revenge beat down was over, but Max just slammed the wrench like a baseball bat between Frank's legs. Frank let out a tortured howl and crumpled back to his knees. Fabian and Max looked around and fetched the heaviest tools they could find, holding them over Frank as they ordered him to stand against the machine.

"Fabian, please... "

Frank was pretty sure the two wouldn't resort to all-out murder but the way Fabian was holding the mallet in his hand and the rage in their eyes made it clear now wasn't the time to take chances. He had seem enough true crime shows to know that the quiet guys were usually the most dangerous.

"Please... please don't hurt me..."

Frank was holding back sobs as he begged the two nerds for mercy which didn't come. They quickly tied his arms above his head with handcuffs attached to the machinery and his ankles were secured to the base of the machine with handcuffs and chains. There was no way Frank could use his arms and - to his alarm - no way for him to close his legs. He was strung up totally at the mercy of the two deranged nerds in a part of the factory no one would find them. Frank's eyes glossed over as he replayed every mean thing he had ever done to both of them, realized how absolutely unhinged the constant abuse must have made them and then - for the first time in his life - Frank was truly terrified. If Max and Fabian were about to exact revenge on even a fraction of his bullying, Frank knew he was in for a world of hurt; or worse.

"Don't kill me. Please!"

Frank tried to maintain his composure, hoping to talk Max and Fabian down but Max only slammed the business end of the wrench into his chest knocking the wind out of him.

"Dude, you'll break his ribs..."

"I don't care!"

Max's geekishly handsome face morphed into something hideous as he slammed the wrench into Frank's gut. He tossed down the weapon and instead used his bare knuckles to tenderize Frank's abs. They were rock hard and Max's knuckles were burning but he didn't care. 

Max recalled the time Frank had pants him at summer camp...

THUD 

He remembered how devastated Fabian was when Frank had called him a 'stupid fag' for the first time...

THUD

Then Max remembered the time a few weeks ago Frank had tripped him in the plant.

CRUNCH

Max grabbed Frank's hulking shoulders and pulled him forward as he sent his knee rocketing into Frank's bulging slacks. Frank nearly wretched as he felt his fat nuts flatten between Max's bony knee and his pelvic bone. He writhed against his restraints but it was no use. The handcuffs were on tight and the giant machine he was strapped to obviously wasn't going anyway.  Frank was panting as Fabian and Max rummaged through the bag.

"Let's get you out of those clothes, shall we?"

Fabian approached Frank with a utility knife and Frank tensed in fear. He stayed perfectly still as Fabian cut off his uniform tossing away the scraps of material until Frank was down to his tighty-whities. Even the straight Max couldn't help but admire Frank's body. A tent was forming in Fabian's pants as he eye fucked his bully. Even with his bruised faced and body, Frank was truly breathtaking and the ridiculously huge bulge in his underwear was a site to behold. Each nut and his fat shaft were clearly outlined by the sweat soak fabric. He might as well have not been wearing anything at all, Fabian thought, so he cut away the underwear too.

"Holy fuck!"

Fabian's cock spewed precum just at the sight of Frank's pendulous, hen's egg sized nuts and thick cock tumbled out. Frank's equipment was pornographic.

"Shame we'll have to ruin these,"

Max casually placed a large metal clamp Frank had been using on the machine over Frank's pendulous nuts. It would only take a few cranks of the handle to close the jaws completely and totally ruining Frank's plans for a family. Just the visual made Fabian's cock jump. But Max wanted more than a visual.

"Fuck! No! No!"

Frank hysterically pulled against his bonds as Max tightened the clamp. His huge balls were crushed between the jaws, slowly battling against each other as the space became smaller and smaller.

"Dude... you're gonna... crush them... flat..."

Fabian tried to convince Max to stop by the visual was just too hot and his words trailed off as he reached into this slacks. Frank was reduced to babbling just when he felt his nuts were going to crack; and then Max let off.

Max did this several times, each time flattening Frank's reddening nuts more and more and each time Frank was convinced that Max was going to finish the job. But the nerd was just toying with him.

"Not so macho now, are you?" Max sneered as he set down the crusher.

He produced a tube of lubricant from the bag and tossed it at Fabian. As planned, Fabian squeezed a generous amount into his hands and began stroking Frank's cock. The jock was mortified as the queer nerd expertly worked Little Frank to its full, astounding fourteen inches. Fabian's slacks were wet with pre as he continued to stroke Frank's shaft. Frank was crying from embarrassment as - despite his conscious effort - his cock continued to grow and spasm.

"Oooh,"

Frank couldn't help but moan as Fabian dropped to his knees and took as much of Frank's cock down his throat as he could. Fabian's throat bulged as inch after inch of Frank's manhood disappeared down his throat. Max was stunned as nearly a foot of cock vanished with apparently no effort down his friend's throat. Maybe he should have taken up Fabian's offer to give him a one-off blow job more seriously...

"Smile for the camera!"

Max snapped several pictures of Frank getting his cock serviced by a guy with his phone.

"Look like you like it!" Max demanded.

Frank feigned genuine enjoyment, even flashing his photogenic smile, as Max continued to gather blackmail material. Of course he would crop out the fact that Frank was constrained; all anyone would see was that the burly hetero alpha male was enjoying a blow job from another man. And Frank's expression wasn't purely for show. Fabian's blow job was amazing and the eager nerd licked, slurped and swallowed Franks' massive tool expertly. If the situation was different, Frank would have really been enjoying it. Max picked up on his bully's genuine pleasure and told Fabian to stop. 

Fabian grudgingly dislodged from Frank's cock and stood up, the huge pole still pulsing in the wind waiting for release.

"Hope you liked that, you may not like the next part too much!"

Without warning, Max pulled out a culinary torch - like the kind used to finish a crème brûlée -and ignited it. Franks eyes bulged and he struggled as Max brought the small flame closer and closer to his massive mushroom head.

"Max... don't..." 

Fabian was too lost in the fantasy to offer any real contestation, instead, his hand was buried in his slacks stroking his cock.

Frank felt the heat of the torch grow more and more until it made contact with his cock. He let out a scream and Max withdrew it just enough so that the radiating heat was incredibly painful without the actual flame touching Frank's tool. He slowly ran the torch back and forth along Frank's shaft, carefully keeping the actual flame just far enough to avoid truly burning him. Max's careful approach was small comfort to Frank whose dick felt like it was on fire. Max ran the flame for nearly ten minutes, making Frank's cock turn red and slightly blister before turning it off and looking deep into his bully's eyes.

"Oh, that was just the beginning,"

Max fetched a plastic baseball bat from the bag and moved toward Frank. Frank's dangling balls made a too tempting target.

WHOOSH

SPLAT

Max was careful not to unleash his whole strength, instead delivery devastating - but recoverable - blows in rapid succession to Frank's huge, swelling nuts. Fabian lubed up his hands and expertly stroked Frank to force his horse dong to stay hard as a rock as his balls felt like they were being pulverized. Max knew Frank was going to be incredibly sore - and hopefully walk with a limp - for days, but at the end of the day Frank was still going to be able to produce lots of Frank Juniors.

"Oh! Fuck!"  

Incredibly, as his balls were being pummeled, Frank's primed cock continued to swell and throb in Fabian's hands.

"I think he's about to cum!"

"Batter up!"

Max no longer cared whether or not Frank would be able to have kids as he grasped the bat with both hands and sent it sailing into Frank's balls. Frank's ball bag was bouncing wildly as the bat collided so hard that the plastic was starting to dent.

"Fuck!" 

Frank bellowed as a rope of cum rocketed out of his cock with such force that there was an audible splashing as it showered Max's shirt. Ordinarily Max would have been repulsed, but he was having too much fun. Frank's body tensed up as he unleashed the largest cum load any of them had ever seen.

He continued to rain genetic-line-ending blows onto Frank's busy balls until the entire tortured orgasm was finished. Max's shirt was drenched and Fabian gasped at the sheer volume of spunk. There was so much that at first Fabian wasn't sure if Frank was pissing or cumming, but the distinctive gooey sheen made it clear Frank had just spewed a geyser of baby batter. Max was incredulous to see that Frank's cock was still raging hard even after the torture and massive load. This guy really needs to be knocked down a peg, Max thought.

He ruffled through the bag and produced a clamp vice with a trigger grip, like the kind used to hold two pieces of wood together. He held it up to Frank's face and sneered as he pumped the triggered until the two clamps compressed completely.  Frank couldn't even imagine his own hefty nuts compressed that flat.

"No! No! Please! Max, I'm begging you..."

Frank pleaded with Max as Max ensnared his beefy right jock nut in the device and compressed it until the testicle was only half it's girth. Then kept going. Frank thought he was going to pass out. Fabian watched in fascinated horror as Frank's nut got flatter. And flatter. And flatter. 

"Max..." Fabian gasped.

Fabian knew there was no trick to the vice. No safety mechanism. Max could squeeze it until Frank's nut actually popped and the look on Max's face made it clear that was about to happen. Max kept pumping the trigger, squeezing Frank's fat orb - lost again in a red rage - knowing that Frank's ball was about to implode. He had just wanted to scare Frank, but the closer he got to ruining the big bully, the more he actually wanted to go through with it. Max was torn between panic at the literal crime he was committing and rage. Rage won out.

"Nooooo!"

Frank's nut was quivering on the brink of bursting open like a grape when Fabian reached over with his free hand and grasped Max's shoulder.

"Dude! Stop!" 

Max kept going. Frank was nearly comatose as he felt the membrane's of his right nut start to give way. It would not be long now.

Frank's head rolled as he eyed Fabian pleadingly.

"Fabian... now..."

Max was dead set on his new goal of totally ruining Frank's nut when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his head.

"What the fuck!"

Max was so stunned that he dropped the vice. Frank's swollen, purple nut slowly plumped back to shape as another blow hit Max on the head.  Max turned to see Fabian preparing to sucker punch him again and gave his friend a confused look as Fabian's fist collided yet again with Max's jaw. Stunned, Max fell to the ground.

There was a loud clanging as Frank pulled his wrists loose from the handcuffs which were not actually locked after all. Fabian dropped to his knees, Frank's huge cock in his face, and quickly undid the shackles at Frank's ankles. 

"What are you doing?"

Max asked dazed as he watched Fabian freeing Frank. Though dizzy, Frank quickly regained his bearings and before Max realized what has happening, he grabbed Max by the hair and hoisted him to his feet. The skinny nerd was lifted clear off the ground, kicking his feet wildly as Frank lifted him effortlessly with one hard. Fabian drooled at Frank's awesome bicep bulging as it lifted Max like he was just a weight at the gym. Confused, Max struggled as Frank threw him against the machine.

"Fabian?" Max gasped.

Fabian shrugged as Frank secured Max to the machinery using the same handcuffs and ankle chains that had just been holding the blonde jock. Only this time all of the constraints were thoroughly secured.

Fabian and Frank looked over the terrified Max as he struggled against the constraints. Whereas Frank had the strength to at least writhe in place, the scrawny Max barely moved as if held in place with a force field.

"Fabian! Fabian what are you..."

Max was interrupted as Frank rose his knee into his crotch. Max's eyes crossed and he thought he was going to vomit as Frank's awesomely powerful leg delivered several bone-shattering blows to Max's goods. To Max's horror, his friend Fabian only watched, his hand still in his pants.

In a rage, Frank grabbed Max's pants and sent shreds of fabric, buttons and zippers flying as he tore Max's pants and underwear off. Max's modest, swollen nuts and shriveled dick swung helplessly between his legs.

Frank balled his fist and pounded Max's stomach so hard that Max thought he was going to actually vomit. 

"Did you actually think you were going to get away with this?"

Frank didn't let Max answer as his huge fist found Max's tender balls. Max screamed as Frank but every ounce of his considerable strength into crushing his nuts. To Max's horror, Fabian seemed to be jerking off even more intensely as Frank used Max's balls like a sparring bag. What Max didn't realize is that the mind-bending impacts were only a fraction of Frank's well-toned strength. Max's screams echoed through the warehouse as his bouncing sack turned bright red under the assault.

"Fabian here was nice enough to warn me of your little plot,"

Frank grabbed Max by the shoulders and pulled his small body forward just as his knee was rocketing forward. Max screamed as he was sure he felt something in his sack pop. The rapid swelling didn't exactly abate his concerns.

"Yeah, he warned me and we made a deal,"

Frank's knee slammed into Max's balls again.

"I said I would stop fucking with him and even get him in good with the guys on the shop floor if he agreed to help me take you down a peg, Max,"

Max was stunned at the revelation as Frank's knee plowed into his junk. A distinct crunching sensation ricocheted through his body as a burning, nauseating pain filled his belly. Frank was easily one hundred pounds heavier than Max and it was pure muscle.

CRUNCH

CRUNCH

Max screamed as Frank pasted his extremely swollen balls into his pelvis.

"See, the deal was, I would agree to take a beat down from you to help you get over your fucked up issues and give you a little win. But if you started to go all psycho we would switch to plan-B,"

Fabian had lusted after Max since high school and even though he wasn't an Adonis like Frank, it was still hot to see him half naked with his low hanging nuts swinging freely. The fact that they were also being pounded by a muscle god was pushing more buttons for Fabian than he realized he had. He pumped his cock furiously as he watched the brutal assault.

"Dude, you were going nuts. If you had just stuck to our plan, Frank would have gotten his humiliating beating and you would have got your jollies..." Fabian started.

"But you took it it too far. Perfect Max finally snapped."

Suddenly, Max found himself flashing through all of the memories between him and Fabian. All of the condescending comments and slights and the way Max rubbed it in when he got accepted to a good university out of state whilst Fabian was left behind. Max and Fabian were two nerds but Max was better looking, smarter and cockier so without even realizing it, Max - and not Frank - had become Fabian's primary bully.  Oh fuck, Max thought.

"Also, Fabian's blow jobs are fucking amazing so I guess I got the better end of the bargain when he threw in that I could use his throat like a sex toy if I helped him out."

Max panicked as Frank plowed his thigh into his nuts, forcing them to compress between Frank's massive thigh and Max's pelvis.

"Fabian!" Max cried out.

Fabian picked up the bat and sauntered toward Max. 

"Do you want to use this?" he asked.

Frank smiled at him and nodded.

"Nah. Why don't you give it a try?"

Max wailed as Fabian slammed the bat dozens of times into his bouncing sack. The plastic bat was dented from the impacts and Max's sack was swollen and bruised. His testicles felt like they were on fire. Fabian was going to take another round at them but Frank motioned him to stop.

"I have an idea, Fabian. I know you wanna' see Max here rock hard, right?

Fabian grinned and squirted lube into his hands.  Max moaned as Fabian jerked his trapped friend to his full seven inch hardness. Max's cock was literally half the length of Frank's and Max was mortified as he was aroused despite himself. 

"Fabian! Please!" 

Max felt his load boiling despite his aching nuts, but his pleasure was quickly overwritten by unspeakable pain as Frank grasped his nuts, one in each hand, and began to squeeze. Max was transfixed on Frank's arms as muscles he didn't even know existed bulged into stark relief. Veins were popping out in effort as Frank squashed Max's nuts into a smaller and smaller space.

Max's svelte body convulsed as Frank's thumbs dug into his nuts. He wailed and begged as Fabian continued stroking him off. The pain coming from this crotch was the only thing Max could think of as his screams echoed uselessly through the factory.

"Please!"

"He's about to cum!" Fabian announced gleefully. 

Max had once casually mentioned that he preferred to jerk off into a condom to contain the mess and ever since Fabian had fantasied about seeing just how much juice his straight, nerdy buddy could shoot. Now he was about to get his chance.

"Frank! Please! Please!"

SQUICK

Max's left nut collapsed just as his cock let out a flood of cum that made even Frank exclaim in surprise. More than a dozen gooey, voluminous shots sprayed Frank and Fabian as Frank focused both hands around Max's last, battered nut. He smiled wickedly at Max as he squeezed, as if Max could see him with his eyes rolled into his head with a mix of pleasure and agony. Max's entire body was convulsing so violently it looked like he was having a seizure as the orgasm rocked every nerve. His toes actually curled in different directions and even the tips of his fingers were tingling.

Fabian kept stroking Max's spewing cock as Frank concentrated all of his energy into permanently ruining the cocky nerd.

"Fuck yes!" Frank bellowed.

CROTSCH 

Max's last nut blew apart in his sack as Frank's hands instantly met no more resistance, but Max's cum shot continued to rage. Max passed out as his still leaking cock slowly deflated, but not before it had showered Frank and Fabian with a bukkake level of sperm.

"Holy fuck!" Fabian gasped.

During Max's orgasm he had flooded his slacks with his own load. He let Max's spent cock fall as he turned to Frank.

"Revenge is a bitch, isn't it?"

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