Convenience store showdown

[mm, ballbusting, castration, slicing, hand crush, commission]

Small convenience store on the street corner was empty. There were two shelves with assorted merchandise, freezers and a self-serve coffee station. The counter had cash register, and mini-stands for chewing gum, lottery tickets and condoms. It was already late, and the rest of the night promised to be lonely and uneventful. Outside, the dusk was setting in, constrasting with the well lit store interrior.

Asher, a slim eighteen year old guy with messy dark hair, wearing a slightly oversized blue shirt, was standing behind the counter. He had started his night shift. His coworker, a friendly girl, whose shift had ended, had gone home. Asher had tried to talk her into staying for a while, without any luck.

Boredom made Asher's thoughts wander around. What would it take to convince her to give him a blowjob behind the counter? What about a handjob? What about a hanjob from a random customer in exchange for a frozen steak? Somewhere, other people had fun, and Asher felt he was left behind.

While Asher was deep in thought the door opened. Two athletic guys walked into the store. Taller one, with spiky blond hair was Hunter. He was wearing a white shirt with matching white running shoes and black jeans. Asher noticed a steel earring in Hunter's ear. Derek was a bit shorter and stockier, with thick eyebrows and well groomed stubble on his cheeks. He wore sleeveless designer shirt that displayed his thick biceps. Both were college students on their way to a party.

"...this dump," one of them said.

"I'll get me a coffee," the other replied.

Neither of the guys paid any attention to Asher. Hunter walked past, while Derek stayed near the counter, where he picked at the shelves with chewing gum, lottery tickets and other small wares. He dug out couple of condoms.

"You really need for those?" Hunter asked.

"What? I might use them tonight."

"I like to fuck cunts raw!"

Asher kept an appearence of indifference. He envied the two college guys. They were talking about girls, probably going to some party. It looked like the silver spoon types, who never had to worry about anything in their lives. It wasn't his business. He kept an eye on them. There was nothing else to look around here anyway.

In the meantime Hunter filled his cup with coffee and put it to his mouth. He sipped from the cup, then spit it on the floor. Asher sighed. Now he had to clean after these two.

"This shit sucks!" Hunter exclaimed.

He hurled the cup across the store, spilling the coffee over the black and white floor tiles. Asher couldn't keep quiet anymore.

"Hey, that's enough!" he spoke up. "Unless you want to clean that up!"

Hunter and Derek turned their heads, as if only now they had noticed Asher.

"Oh yea? What are you going to do, fuckboy?" Hunter asked.

Asher felt blood flush to his face. He dashed out from behind the counter to confront Hunter. Standing in front of college guy, he pointed his finger at the door.

"You know what? You have to leave now!"

Suddenly he felt two arms, belonging to Hunter's buddy Derek, wrap around him from behind. Asher could only stare in shock from sudden confinement. Derek grunted and lifted Asher up, so that his feet were inch from the floor. He could feel heavy breathing in his ear.

"What the fuck!" Asher cried.

"Want me to throw him behind the counter?" Derek asked Hunter.

"No, hold him there," Hunter said. "I want to check, what this fuckboy is hiding."

Then, all of a sudden, Hunter gripped the crotch of Asher's pants and pulled them down around his knees. It revealed black briefs. Hunter examined Asher's groin.

"Hold up his shirt! They are selling some nice plums here!"

"Oh really?" Derek laughed.

They were making fun of Asher's balls. He was aware his balls were quite big, and if not for the tight briefs, they would be flopping around in their large sack, while he tried to wriggle out from Derek's arms. Asher's dick was semi-hard, outline of its juicy head clearly noticeable on top of his testicles under the fabric.

"Yes they are!" Hunter kept going. "Shiny and ripe! Wait a sec, let me check exactly, how ripe!"

He curled his fingers into a fist and punched. Asher screamed, watching in slow motion Hunter's fist fly straight into his soft bulge. It smashed into his balls like a freight train. Pain exploded between Asher's legs. He could feel each individual Hunter's knuckle wedge into his fat nuts. It felt like they were smashed flat against his pelvis.

Instinctively, without knowing what he was doing, Asher kicked up, even as his legs were constrained by his pants. His foot shot up between Hunter's legs and hit something soft. Hunter bent over.

"Fuck! My balls!" he screamed. "You motherfucker!"

He wanted to tear Asher apart. He had the gall to kick him back! Hunter didn't know what was he more annoyed by - the fact that he had been just kicked in the balls, and by how hard the skinny guy's foot felt on his nuts.

"How's your dick, bro?" Derek asked in worried tone.

Asher tried to kick again. He was aiming at Hunter, but this time he missed. He ended up slipping from Derek's arms and, with a loud thud, fell on the floor. His balls hurt like hell. He had another opportunity. Derek was standing above him, with his legs wide. Asher punched up. His fist crushed into Derek's groin, making his nuts fly.

"Arghh!" Derek yelled.

He fell backwards, craddling his balls with both hands. Asher tried to jump up and run behind the counter, but didn't get far. His pants inconvenienced him, and then he felt someone grab his legs from behind. He fell forward, nearly missing counter's edge which could have easily cracked his skull open.

Hunter raised him from the floor and dropped belly-first on the counter. The drop punched the air out of Asher's lungs. His head hung down on one side, legs on the other side of the counter. He could feel the cash register at his side. Somebody had pulled his pants off. His shirt bunched over his head, and he felt Hunter's hand press on his naked back between shoulder blades. Asher realised the undignifying position he was in.

Derek slowly got up, holding hands over crotch. Hunter, while holding Asher on the counter top, tore away his black briefs. Now Asher's dick and balls flopped free between his legs.

"Did you see what this fucker just did?" Derek said.

"Yea, dumbass. He kicked me too, remember?" Hunter replied.

Derek sent a look at Asher's ass.

"Shit, those nuts are big!"

"I told you so!"

Asher's body was almost hairless. Only rare, soft hairs covered his ass and legs, as well as his balls. The tip of his dick, still hard from overall horniness, peeked just below his plump ballsack. Asher felt Hunter's and Derek's hands seize his balls from both sides. The college guys didn't waste an opportunity to fondle the pair of large testicles at their mercy.

The shirt was suffocating him. Asher pulled it off over his head. Now he was completely naked, except for his shoes. He had never expected to see the store floor so close, mere inches from his face, let alone upside down. Asher frantically grabbed at things behind counter, chaotically opening and closing drawers and doors, hurling empty plastic bottles, napkins and other random trash to the floor. He needed his phone to call for help, but it was nowhere to be found. Hunter and Derek were probing his already smashed and hurting balls without consideration for their comfort. He was hearing them talk behind his back.

"I guess even skinny guys sometimes have big nuts," Derek said.

"My balls are bigger than his. What do you think?" Hunter asked.

"Naw... yea. I don't know. You'll have to measure. Maybe mine are bigger."

"We gotta figure out how we'll punish him."

Asher gathered all his energy and dove down behind the counter. He knew it would hurt, but he didn't know his balls slipping through Hunter and Derek's fingers would feel like pulling them through the cheese grater. With a scream and a loud thud he crushed on the floor.

Before Asher could figure out his next move, Hunter grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back up over the counter. Asher threw his arms forward and grabbed the only target that mattered, both college guys' groins. He was seriously prepared to squeeze the living hell out of their balls, when a punch to the temple knocked him out. Asher went limp, this time head-first towards the front of the counter.

"This fucker still has the nerve to go for the nuts!"

"You don't want to know what's going on in perv's heads!"

"First he kicks my balls, now grabs them..." Hunter couldn't believe it. "You know what, let's grab some beer!"

He walked to the freezer and got two bottles of beer from it, tossed one to Derek. Hunter opened the fly of his designer jeans and pulled his dick and balls out. He put the cold bottle to his nuts. It felt good. Asher had left some light impact on his nuts. Nothing that would cause bruising, but rather an irritation. Derek felt the same. He pulled his package out too and cooled it with the surface of the beer bottle. They both had big dicks and balls, as befitting their athletic bodies.

"Phew! That feels better!" Derek said. "What if someone sees us all here like this?"

"Noone will come in here this late. We can do whatever we want."

Hunter contemplated Asher's fate, sliding the cold bottle up and down over his sack.

"This loser deserves to be punished for real. You know... Fucked in the ass."

Derek seemed taken by surprise.

"You mean..."

"I will go for his ass, you can cum in his mouth - those lips will look good on your dick."

"Dude! Fuck a guy like this?"

"And then we can crush his nuts to mush," Hunter said with a devilish smile. "Think of it as removing the competition."

Derek's dick stiffened, and he knew Hunter was noticing that too.

"Fuck! Let's do it!" Derek agreed.

Asher's head hurt. After he had awakened from being knocked out, he let himself come to senses. He hadn't moved. He didn't want to attract attention. Asher had heard what the two college guys were talking about and couldn't believe his ears. Being fucked and deballed was something he never had in his plans. He crawled over the counter and ran for the door.

Both guys reacted immediately. Derek leapt in Asher's way trying to sideways tackle the naked runaway. The fear of losing balls had briefly given Asher acute senses. Asher pivoted to the side, making Derek miss him and crush into a large wire stand with greeting cards. The big guy hadn't got him, but the door was blocked now. Asher dashed, aimlessly, deeper into the store, and ran into Hunter. They both crushed into a shelf with chips bags and sprawled on the floor. Asher jumped up and tipped the shelf over until it dropped on Hunter, temporarily incapacitating him. He then turned back again, ready to dash wherever he could, and saw Derek again.

Derek threw a punch, one that would knock his opponent out for a long time. Asher managed to react and dove down. The fist barely missed him. He saw Derek's full, virile balls dangling in front of his eyes. Asher grabbed a beer bottle, lying on the floor at his feet, and punched up, using the bottle like a baseball bat. Before Derek had noticed the danger, the cold beer bottle smashed into his balls.

"Crash!" the bottle shattered, and turned into a shower of glass.

"Auuggh!" Derek screamed a high-pitched scream.

"Blam!" his body hit the floor.

It felt like a hundred nails were hammered into his balls, all at the same time. Asher got up, hovering over defeated Derek. About a dozen large, dark brown glass shards were lodged in his big ballsack. A couple of smaller, needle-like shards were embedded in the base of Derek's dick. Derek's balls were what Asher had aimed at. It was his balls that had suffered the most, each sliced with several thick glass fragments. Derek was out of the picture, and his ballsack needed urgent help.

Asher wasn't going to leave the job half-done. He raised his foot. He was naked, but he still had his shoes on. Asher stomped down. The sole of his shoe mercilessly pushed the glass pieces through Derek's tender nuts. They slashed them, cutting through the ball meat, each severing off thin and thick slices of testicles. Asher stomped again and again. With each stomp he felt Derek's balls whittle down. He kept going until Derek's didn't have any nuts left. And that felt great. Asher stopped, satisfied with the sight of gooey mincemeat Derek's manhood had turned into. Derek was unconscious, slack-jawed and staring into nothing with empty eyes. There was no competition any more.

Asher turned around and went to the other guy. Hunter had freed himself from the heavy shelf and now was standing up, unsure of what had just happened. Before he could gather his wits, he saw naked Asher in front of him, reaching for his balls.

"Time to pay!" Asher yelled.

Asher's eyes were locked at athletic college guy's ballsack. He grabbed Hunter's family jewels and pressed his fingers down. He intended to destroy them, and he was delivering a mighty crush. He was looking into his opponent's eyes with a winning smile.

"So you thought you can..." Asher said.

He stopped mid-sentence, as his own balls suddenly felt like being crushed in a vice. In his victorious fervor Asher had forgotten that all this time he was naked, his balls completely unprotected against Hunter's retaliation. Hunter hadn't hesitated to return the favor, and now was crushing Asher's balls in return.

"You were saying?" Hunter whispered through the teeth.

Their fingers were digging deep into their enemy's balls. Both guys knew, that, between two of them, at least two testicles will be turned into paste. They both squeezed like there was no tomorrow. It took one second for both of them to become completely covered in sweat. Their forheads and noses touched. Both Asher and Hunter growled, scowled, saliva bubbing on their lips. They stared into each other's eyes, delivering deadly pressure to opponent's most precious glands. Their dicks were hard and pointed over to the opponent. Asher's nut flesh under Hunter's fingers was giving in, so did Hunter's nut meat under Asher's pressure. Their growls stared become fragmented, more high-pitched. Both felt something in their testicles give to the tension, causing immense pain, but they couldn't stop.

Asher felt his eyes involuntarily rolling up. He was close to losing his senses. Hunter's eyes in front were twitching too. There was no more pressure to give, each finger had created a crater in enemy's ball flesh, where it was now embedded. Asher felt he was losing. He was close to the limit, ready to give up his testicles, when, suddenly, the tension on his balls stopped. It was the moment Asher felt he was going to pass out. Hunter's lost his grip and immediately fell on the store's tiled floor. What remained of his ballsack slipped from Asher's grip, crushing the insides even further. Hunter remained still.

Asher took several deep breaths. He felt tears flow from his eyes. He had won. He touched his ballsack. It wasn't as plump and round as before. One ball was horrendously misshapen and bumpy. It bore indents of Hunter's fingers. The other side of his sack was sagging. All Asher could feel was sloshing feeling, painful to touch. The ball was irreversibly gone.

Hunter was laying down, his proud dick still thick and semi-hard over his belly. The skin of his sack carried Asher's fingerprints, that came into view in slightly darker tone. The sack expanded at the bottom, where the mushy goo of Hunter's balls had gathered. Nothing else remained. Asher fell on his knees in front of his opponent. He kept punching Hunter's destroyed ballsack again and again.