Battle of the Bands

I have a part three of a series to finish but this little story is on my mind instead so I thought I might as well share.

All characters are 18+

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When the MC announced her band as the semi-finalist winner, Gwen celebrated with the other girls, jumping up and down with them and screaming with excitement. But she couldn't deny she was also filled with dread. The other semi-final winning band was fronted by her ex-boyfriend, Ricky. The idea of competing against him and potentially losing to him made her feel sick.

She had pined for the handsome but arrogant singer for months before he asked her out. She fell head over heels for him even though he treated her poorly. He had acted as if she was a servant, a sex doll, or like she didn't exist at all. His penchant for sleeping with his adoring fans never halted despite their relationship and when she finally confronted him about it, he had dropped her, breaking her heart.

Even worse, he was impossible to avoid in the local music scene. She saw him at shows constantly, always with girls, and always with something rude or condescending to say to her and her bandmates.

When the group of happy girls finally separated, Gwen turned to find Ricky himself standing nearby, grinning sardonically. It was as if her bitter thoughts had summoned him. Her smile faded as her eyes scanned her ex. His tight t-shirt showing off his fit body, his red hair, his shark-like smile. She tried not to notice the significant bulge in his tight pants or admit to herself that she was still very attracted to him. She tried to remind herself that he was an asshole, but then he spoke and reminded her himself.

"Congrats, girls!" He said, sarcastically sweet. "Of course, you'll only get to enjoy it until next week when you lose miserably to us. It's really not fair having us compete against each other. Girl bands should really have their own little competition."

The rest of her band merely rolled their eyes at him, or gave him the finger, but Gwen could feel rage building up inside her. All this guy had put her through, and now he turned up to mock her? A plan for revenge suddenly occurred to her. Crazy, but potentially worth it.

"If you're so sure of yourself," Gwen countered, "Care to make it interesting?"

"I would feel guilty taking your money," Ricky sneered.

"I'm not talking about money," Gwen continued, walking toward him. "I'm talking about taking you down a peg. I'm talking about hitting you where you live. Right here." She gave the bulge in his crotch the slightest tap with her palm, making him flinch slightly. For a moment, his arrogant expression faltered.

"What exactly are you talking about?" He asked.

"If you lose, we all get to take a shot at your balls." The other four girls in her band laughed and cheered. They seemed eager to get revenge on behalf of their friend as well.

Ricky looked nervous for a moment but recovered. "Well, we're not going to lose so I don't see why not. But when we win... You know what I want." He looked hungrily at Gwen and her sexy, scantily-clad bandmates.

Gwen had been expecting this from him, but still felt disgusted. "Which one of us?" She asked.

Ricky laughed. "You know me, Gwen. I want all of you. When we win, I get to fuck all of you. And you twice, Gwennie. " He reached out and gripped her ass through her tight mini-skirt. "For old time's sake."

Gwen controlled her temper and pulled away from him. She looked back at her band. A couple of them looked alarmed but they nodded affirmation resolutely, wanting to project the same confidence that he was.

"Okay," Gwen spat.

"I can't wait," Ricky leered, grabbing his crotch, before turning to saunter away.

...

Gwen and her band felt confident about their performance the following week, and the crowd seemed to have loved them. It didn't hurt that they dressed even more provocatively than usual, with Gwen in particular putting her toned legs and ample cleavage on full display. Still, she was nervous to watch Ricky's band perform. They waited back stage as the guys in his band passed them on their way to perform.

"Not bad, ladies, but it won't be good enough to get out of what you owe me," Ricky said. He grabbed his bulge through his tight pants. "I've been saving it up all week for you girls. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm sure Gwennie has told you already, but I'm *very* well-endowed. You're going to be walking funny for a week."

"I think you're going to be the one walking funny," Gwen's bandmate Stacy replied. She was an hourglass blonde and an identical twin to another girl in the band, Rhonda. She was wearing a mini-dress and deadly looking platform boots. "I wore these just for you." She said and winked at him.

Ricky ignored her. "Don't forget, Gwen! I get you twice."

Ricky and the band took the stage to a huge burst of applause from the audience, and Gwen felt her stomach drop. What if this had been a terrible mistake and she would end up sleeping with her awful ex instead of punishing him? Even worse, she would have gotten her band in the position to have sex with him as well, and he would hold it over their heads forever.

But as she listened, she could tell something was off with the band. The drummer was playing sluggishly and out of rhythm with everyone, and the guitarist was flubbing notes all over the place. The overall energy was lacking. It was odd for them to have an off night, but it seemed that way. Gwen noticed the twins grinning mischievously and glared at them.

"What did you do?"

Rhonda grinned at her. "Let's just say me and Stacy owe a couple of those boys a very fun date."

Gwen was amused but tried to look stern. "You shouldn't have cheated! We would have won on our own."

"Of course we would have!" Stacy said. "But I'm not risking having to fuck that cretin. Besides, if he wasn't such a prick maybe his bandmates wouldn't be so eager to throw him under the bus."

As the band wrapped their set and joined the girls backstage, Ricky looked sullen and was quiet, not at all his usual braggadocios self. And for good reason, since it was swiftly announced that Gwen's band had won. The girls celebrated, giving Ricky taunting smiles as his band left him behind, clapping him on the back and snickering.

Ricky tried to maintain his air of confidence, though his nervousness was beginning to show through the cracks of his arrogant demeanor.

"Well, it's a shame I won't be enjoying you ladies this evening," he said, "But you know I have plenty of other girls waiting for me once you get your love taps out of the way." He tried to sound unconcerned but swallowed apprehensively.

"Me first, Ricky," Gwen said excitedly. "Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back. Close your eyes."

Rick sighed but obeyed. Gwen aimed carefully, then drew back her long leg and fired it as hard as she could into the bulge of his jeans, flattening both of his vulnerable testicles up into his pelvis. Gwen shivered with satisfaction as Rick seemed to react in slow motion. His eyes flew open, his jaw dropped, and his hands moved to clutch his balls. He dropped to his knees, moaning.

"Ohhhhh, fuck," he gasped. "Oh my fucking god, that hurts..." The girls giggled and cheered for Gwen's effort. Panic was beginning to set in for Ricky as he realized what was in store for him. "That's way too hard!" He protested. "You can't all do that, you'll break them!"

"So what if we do?" Stacy demanded. "I'm next. Come on, get up. No welshing. " Ricky shuddered, being eye level with her evil looking platform boots, but he shakily got to his feet. "Okay, but listen-"

Stacy cut him off by immediately firing a devastating kick into his balls. Totally unprepared, Ricky dropped to all fours with a guttural groan. Rhonda quickly snuck around behind him, and before he could so much as cover his aching nuts, she kicked him as hard as she could from behind, flattening his balls between her foot and his torso.

Ricky screamed, eyes bulging, and grabbed his throbbing balls. He curled into a fetal position, rocking back and forth and groaning. His face was beet red and his jaw clenched in agony from the assault on his testicles. The girls giggled and whooped and Stacy and Rhonda high-fived each other. Gwen was in heaven watching her arrogant ex suffer, emasculated and weak.

They let him writhe for a few more minutes, then Gwen said, "You're up Kate." Kate stepped up but seemed a little nervous. She was the most petite and shy of the girls.

"Can you stand up?" She addressed his crumpled form uncertainly.

"He might need a little help with that," Stacy said. She and Rhonda hauled him up off the ground by his arms.

"Please," Ricky begged, his usual confidence gone without a trace as he tried to appeal to Kate as the nice one in the group. "Please Katie, don't do this. My balls are so sore and swollen. I can't take anymore. I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson."

Kate seemed to soften. "Aww, poor thing." She stepped up close to him and put her hands on his shoulders and spoke to him sweetly. "It's almost over. You just have to take a little more pain, okay?" She sent her knee up into his sack, hard and precise. She and Ricky both looked down at her knee as she left it buried in his crotch, marveling at how his denim-clad balls bulged around her hard knee. She finally let them drop back into place.

Ricky moaned, his eyes rolling back. Rhonda and Stacy continued to hold him upright by the arms, enjoying how his tortured body shuddered and shook. The last girl, Amber, a voluptuous redhead, stepped up, kicking her heels off.

"Let him fall," she instructed, and the girls unceremoniously let Ricky fall into a heap. Amber went up to him and put a bare foot on his chest. "Lie back," she ordered, pushing him flat. She stood between his legs and kicked them apart farther. She placed a foot on the bulge in his jeans and began to gently caress him with it. Despite his agony, the teasing sensation aroused Ricky, his cock growing hard in his pants. He began to reciprocate the motion, rubbing his frustrated cock against Amber's foot.

"Please," he whimpered, panting. His great need for release was brought instantly to the forefront. "I've held off all week... I need to get off..."

"After all this, that's still where you're mind's at?" Amber asked, laughing. "That's pathetic. Let's see if we can fix that." She raised her foot high and stomped down on his balls.

Ricky screamed and grabbed her ankle, trying desperately to dislodge her foot, but the fresh pain drained the strength from his arms. Amber ground his balls into his groin, enjoying every new, pained sound she could get Ricky to make. Only when he finally gave up and collapsed backward did Amber remove her foot.

Gwen sighed at his limp, groaning form. "Well," she said, "I guess we'd better have a look at the damage." She sat on Ricky's stomach facing away from him and began to undo his belt. The girls gathered around to watch eagerly as Ricky weakly protested. Gwen pushed his tight pants down, not surprised to see he wasn't wearing underwear, and everyone gasped. His balls were bright red and had swollen to the size of oranges.

Gwen moved his limp cock out of the way. "Not so impressive now, is it?" She noted as the girls laughed. She gently lifted his testicles and cradled each one in each of her palms. "Well, they don't seem to be broken. Not yet, anyway." Gwen smiled and her hands curled around them tightly.

"What are you doing?!" Ricky demanded, his voice creaky. "It's over, everyone got a shot at me!"

"But Ricky," Gwen said patiently. "You said that if you won, you'd fuck me twice. So it's only fair I get two turns on you."

"Oh my god," Rick groaned. "Get off me!" He tried to dislodge her but she tightened her grip on his balls, making him shout.

"None of that," she said. "While I have your attention, we're going to work some things out, okay? I never got an apology from you and I'd like one now, please."

"An apology for what?" Ricky spat.

Gwen squeezed harder, her fingers digging into his tortured balls. "For cheating on me."

"Oh, fuck! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, stop!" Rick's voice was shrill.

Gwen increased her grip, the flesh of his balls squishing out from between her fingers. "And for being an asshole to me all the time when we dated."

"Sorry! Sorry!" Rick's voice gasped, just a whisper.

Gwen squeezed even harder. She could feel that his balls were about to burst in her hands. "And for being a dick to me and my band."

Rick said nothing.

"Ricky?" Gwen said impatiently. "Another apology, please, or you can say goodbye to these."

"Uh, Gwen?" Rhonda said. "He's unconscious."

"Oh," Gwen said, disappointed. "Shit." She reluctantly released his balls, letting them slap against the ground. "I guess our fun's over."

"I think it's just beginning for him," Amber said, laughing. "He's going to wake up in a world of pain."

"And he won't be able to fuck for weeks!" Rhonda added, delighted.

Gwen cheered up a bit. "You're right. And if we see him around anymore, we'll just bust him again."

The girls agreed enthusiastically.

"Is it weird that made me kinda horny?" Kate asked shyly. "Let's go party and see if we can find some hot guys!" The girls cheered in agreement and departed, leaving Ricky's unconscious, half-naked, and abused form lying on the ground.