Saturday, October 30, 2010

Tony's Revenge

*** Warning, this story contains severe ball busting.***

This story is the final installment in a three-part trilogy that showcases the struggles between our ball busting wrestling champ Tony and Jarret Russo, one of the most popular boys in school and the star quarterback on the football team. If you haven't already, you may want to read A Visitor Comes to Call and The Quarterback's Retribution. before you read this story.


Several weeks had passed since the night Jarret and Jenny left Tony in the abandoned weight room outside the gymnasium. Tony didn't know how long he'd been unconscious, but when he finally awoke his balls were beet-red and swollen. His heart raced as he massaged each orb through his fingers and took a sigh of relief when he'd determined that there was no permanent damage. His testicles felt like they'd been run over by a dump truck, but at least they were still intact.

The hour was late and the school deserted as Tony slowly made his way out of the weight room. The going was slow, as a shiver of pain shot emanated from his groin with each step. After a long, hot shower, Tony got dressed and used the key his coach had given him to lock up behind him.

The next few days passed without much incident. Jenny refused to speak to him at home, and at school, she showed nothing but open contempt. Tony tried to talk to her, but soon gave up after several failed attempts that resulted in her screaming at him.

On the bright side, Jarret Russo seemed to be avoiding him altogether. Tony watched from a distance while the star quarterback strutted and showed off among his friends. Occasionally they would turn and look at him before erupting in a volley of laughter. It made Tony livid, but what could he do? Jenny made it clear she didn't want him interfering into her life, and at the moment, that meant Jarret.

Tony's blood boiled at the thought of that meat-head pawing at his kid sister alone in his car. Why couldn't she see Jarret for what he truly was? Jarret was just using her to get to him. He had to find a way to get through to her, but as the weeks past and no solution came, Tony was beginning to give up.

That was until late Saturday night when his cell phone rang.

When he answered he could just make out the sound of his sister sobbing on the other end. "Jenny? What's wrong?" Tony asked.

Jenny took a moment to take a large gulp of air. "Nothing." She sniffled. "Are you home?"

Tony paused. "Yeah, where are you? Are you alright?"

Jenny began to reply, but her words were soon drown out by her sobs.

"What's going on?" Tony asked as the worry in his voice continued to grow.

I'm alright." Jenny said, still crying. "Can you come pick me up?"

"Yeah, where are you?" Tony yelled into the phone.

"Thatcher Park." Jenny whispered.

"Stay there, I'm on my way." Tony closed his phone and dressed.

In minutes he was out of the house and in his truck. Tony raced through the village streets toward the park, unsure of what he might find when he got there. Within moments he was speeding down the lone dirt road leading into Thatcher Park and pulled into the deserted parking lot. Under a solitary streetlight, Jenny sat on the ground, hunched over.

Tony cut the engine and ran out to her. "Jenny?" He called out.

As he approached, Jenny lifted her head. Her eye's were swollen and her makeup was running down her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" Tony asked.

"Yeah." She was whispered, unable to meet her brother's gaze.

"What are you doing out here?" Tony looked around to confirm that they were alone.

"I was on a date with Jarret." Jenny whispered, her eyes still focused on the ground. "He left me here."

Anger immediately flared into Tony's eyes. "Why?" Tony growled.

"Please, don't be angry." Jenny sobbed.

Tony paused a moment and sat down next to her. "Tell me what happened." He said softly.

Jenny sniffled again and wiped her eyes. "We came here to be alone." She started. "He brought me here before. Mostly we just talked, but a few times we made out."

Tony scowled but Jenny continued on.

"Tonight was our one month anniversary. Jarret said it was special night. He told me I was beautiful and nothing like the other girls he's dated."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"And then he asked me to give him a blow job." Jenny ended abruptly.

Tony grit his teeth involuntarily. Finally after a long pause, "Did you?" He asked.

"No, of course not." Jenny scowled.

Tony breathed a long sigh of relief. "So what happened?"

Jenny shook her head slowly. "He wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. He pulled his pants down and tried to push my face down into his lap."

Her brother's eyes went wide. "What'd you do?"

"I punched him in the nuts until he let go. Then I opened the door and ran out." Jenny sighed and stared out into the darkness. "So Jarret left me here, alone."

"I'm sorry Jenny." Tony was at a loss for words. He wrapped his arm around his kid sister's arm and held her as she quietly wept into his shoulder.


It was late Tuesday night after football practice as Jarret made his way back to the locker room. He'd stayed behind to talk to the coach about the upcoming game and now walked alone through the empty school. He was still wearing his football uniform and his helmet cradled in his arm as he turned the corner, down the long stretch of corridor leading to the men's locker room.

As he passed the open doors of the gymnasium, he heard a slight noise that turned his attention into the darkened entryway. Jarret paused and peered in, but the room was pitch black. After another moment, he turned to leave when a shadow rushed toward him. Jarret had little time to react as Tony's 185 pound frame slammed into him, knocking him into the hallway.

"Piece of shit." Tony growled as he launched his knee between Jarret's muscular thighs. As Tony's leg slammed into Jarret's groin with stunning force, the hollow sound of bone hitting plastic rang out, echoing along the deserted hallway. Shit! Jarret was wearing a cup!

Jarret smirked as he forced Tony back against the opposite wall, his corded muscles rippled as he wrapped his arms around Tony's torso. Tony squirmed to break free, but Jarret gripped him tightly and pulling him close, he slammed his forehead into Tony's nose.

"Fuck!" Tony swore as blood began to trickle down his nose.

Seeing his opening, Jarret brought his fist up between Tony's legs a strong upper cut. Tony grunted as all the muscles in his abdomen tightened and he doubled over.

"What the fuck asshole, didn't you get enough the last time I kicked your ass?" Jarret taunted.

Tony groaned, his hands cupping his crotch as the pain radiated up into his stomach.

Jarret gripped his t-shirt and lifted him up off the ground. "Big mistake coming here."

Tony winced and coughed.

Jarret powered his knee between Tony's legs, driving his hands into his crotch. Tony doubled over and moaned.

Jarret smirked smugly. "What's wrong, never learned how to win a fair fight?" Jarret smirked, knocking his knuckles against the plastic cup.

Tony shook his head slowly and struggled back to his feet. His breath was shallow and his voice ragged. "Just leave me and my sister alone."

Jarret smiled smugly. Then he rushed Tony, grabbing his neck and closed his fingers around Tony's throat. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You're just a fuckin' punk, and after I kick your ass, I'm gonna go to your house and bang that little bitch sister in your bed."

Something inside Tony snapped, and as a result the anger that had been simmering suddenly exploded. In one movement, Tony wrested free of Jarret's grasp and delivered a bone-cracking uppercut into Jarret's jaw, slamming his head back against the cement block wall. With a single thud, Jarret dropped to the floor in a heap.

Tony scanned the hallway to make sure that no one was watching and kicked Jarret in the ribs to make sure he was completely out. Then grabbing Jarret's ankles, he silently dragged the unconscious quarterback into the darkened gymnasium.


Jarret's broad chest and stomach muscles heaved as he awoke. The damp, must smell of a basement flooded his nostrils. Slowly he opened his eyes and peered across the dimly lit room. The walls were bare and there were boxes stacked up against the far wall.

Jarret's head was pounding, and he reached up to touch it when he realized that his arms were secured to the wall. He strained against his bonds, but the knotted rope held firm. It wasn't just his arms, his feet were tied down as well against pipes sticking out of the floor, holding his legs spread wide apart. Jarret struggled to remember how he got there. Still wearing his jersey and shoulder pads from football practice, he suddenly remembered his encounter with Tony outside of the gym. A cold shiver ran down his spine as Jarret struggled in vain to free himself.

"Ah, you're finally awake." Tony was standing in the open doorway.

"Fuck you, let me go!" Jarret roared.

Tony smiled and slowly approached the football stud as he desperately tried to wriggle free, like a fish caught on a hook. "I hope you don't mind, I wanted to finish our conversation in private."

Jarret continued to struggle and curse. "Get me out of this now, or I swear-" his threats cut short when he noticed the baseball bat in Tony's hands.

Tony scoffed. "I'd settle down if I were you, you're hardly in a position to be making demands."

The wicked look on Tony's face chilled Jarret to the bone as he rested the bat on his shoulder. "We've got a score to settle. The last time we were alone like this, you stomped on my junk with your cleats. That was excessive." Tony said flatly.

Jarret's eyes darted down when he realized he was wearing the very footwear. "Look bro, I'm sorry I roughed you up . . . I just, I had to look out for my reputation . . ." Jarret stuttered and winced as Tony slowly swung the bat between his legs and he jumped when the Louisville Slugger connected with his crotch. Luckily for Jarret, his protective cup absorbed the blow. Jarret sighed with relief.

Tony swung the bat into Jarret's crotch again, this time harder and faster, catching Jarret off guard and causing the jock to grunt in surprise. "Listen, just let me go and I won't tell anyone-"

The bat flew down and hit Jarret square in the junk before he could finish the sentence. The quarterback coughed, pulling hard against his bonds.

Blow after blow, Tony continued to hammer away at the trapped football player's exposed groin. He wondered how long Jarret's cup would hold up to constant barrage. Of course in the end, it wouldn't matter - he had a feeling he wouldn't have to wait for long.

Jarret grunted and cringed under Tony's withering assault. Though the cup shielded his genitals from the majority of the strikes, the relentless collisions with the baseball bat left Jarret's gonads sore and bruised. Jarret grit his teeth and looked inward in a desperate attempt to wall away the pain when suddenly he was snapped back into reality by the sound of plastic breaking.

Tony grinned when he heard it, having lost count, he no longer cared about keeping track and slammed the Louisville Slugger into Jarret's crotch again. Jarret cried out and gurgled as Tony sent the bat between his legs again.

The sound of plastic snapping was unmistakable.

Tony continued to hammer Jarret's groin until the cracking noises ceased and the end of his bat found it's mark with a dull 'thud'. Jarret's eyes opened wide and he screamed, his body bucking like a dying stallion.

Tony tossed the bat and knelt down between his rival legs. Jarret was unable to speak and gasping for air, but Tony saw the fear and anger in his eyes. "This all could have been avoided if you'd simply listened to me. I told you to stay away from my sister and did you?"

"I never touched Jenny." Jarret coughed and shook his head.

Tony's eyes blazed at the mention of his sister's name. "That's not the way she remembers it." He replied coldly.

Jarret blinked, deciding on whether to lie. "Yeah, OK you're right, but we never did anything."

Tony shook his head. "You forced yourself on my little sister, and when she stood up for herself, you abandoned her in the middle of nowhere at night."

Jarret gulped. "We were fighting, she told me to leave . . ."

Jarret's body shuddered as Tony reached into the leg of Jarret's shorts and after rummaging around for a few seconds, pulled free the shattered cup. Hairline cracks stretched across the plastic shielding like spiderwebs and a 5 inch split ran down the center. Jarret's eyes widened and he gasped as Tony inspected his handiwork before tossing the cup aside.

"Ok bro, enough, you made your point." Jarret groaned as Tony delved his hands back into Jarret's shorts, sliding his hand up into his jock and cupped the football star's balls.

Tony smirked as he felt Jarret's sweaty nuts rub against his palm and clamped his fist tight.

Jarret gasped. "Fucking fag, let go of my nuts!"

Tony smiled as he fondled and squeezed Jarret's manhood, his two ripe plums hanging heavily in a fat, juicy sac.

"That's the trouble with you meat-heads on the football team; all you want is to have a good time." Tony remarked as he pressed Jarret's nuts even harder.

Jarret groaned as his rival took his testicles to task, twisting and grinding his nutsac with ruthless efficiency. He was utterly helpless and they both knew it. Jarret tried to put on a brave front, but he knew he was in trouble the moment he discovered his arms and legs tied down.

Tony glared at Jarret as he mercilessly pumped Jarret's big throbbing balls. The quarterback's handsome face was contorted in a mask of pain and his square jaw was locked as his teeth were clenched.

A small grunt escaped Jarret's throat and his cock quivered. "Oh, no." He whispered.

Tony grinned fiendishly and kept going.

"Please . . . stop . . ." Jarret pleaded, his dick already twitching. Tony ignored his rival and adjusted his grip just as his cock began to spew, filling his shorts with a big load of his jock-juice.

Wracked with orgasm, the quarterback let out a loud throaty moan that seemed to echo throughout the room.

"Fuck." Jarret groaned, his head drooped down looking spent and exhausted.

Tony smiled, climbing back to his feet and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going? You can't just leave me here!" Jarret bellowed.

Tony was back a moment later holding something small and black. "Don't worry, I've got more activities planned for us."

Jarret's eyes narrowed with fear as Tony reached in his shorts and pulled out his nutsac. In a matter of moments he stuffed one and then both of his nuts through the band. The fit was snug, and caused his balls to bulge down to the bottom of his scrotum.

"What's that for?" He whispered, already fearing the answer.

"You'll see," was Tony's only response as he continued to stretch the trapped stud's poor nuts. When he was satisfied, Tony took aim and smashed Jarret's delicate gonads with his fist.

Jarret shrieked out in pain, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest.

Tony hammered away at Jarret's balls animal-like ferocity while the tight band held his nuggets firmly in place. Tony must have landed over a dozen blows before he stopped to pause and watch Jarret shoot off another huge load of cum in his shorts.

"Ohhh, so soon? I thought you big guys were supposed to be known for having more stamina." Tony quipped, but he got no reaction out of Jarret. The football player was completely out of it. Jarret was nearly unconscious, his eyes were rolled back and slumped back against the wall.

Tony chuckled and bent down to examine Jarret's manhood. His balls were swollen and red. Tony gave them a short squeeze and stood up.

"None of this would have happened if you just stayed away from my sister." Tony said in a low monotone as he stared down at Jarret's sprawled body. Jarret's head snapped back at the sound of Tony's voice and for a few fleeting seconds, the two rivals locked eyes. Tony saw fear and desperation in those eyes, but there was not a hint of remorse.

Tony clenched his fists and lifted his leg until it hovered over Jarret's groin. Jarret's eyes went wide and he frantically shook his head. "No, please . . . please, don't I -"

Jarret screamed as Tony's sneaker jammed down between his legs. Both of his nuts were simultaneously smashed between Tony's heel and the ground. Before Jarret knew what was happening, Tony slammed his down into Jarret's balls twice more. Jarret's whole face went pale and in seconds he was vomiting all over himself. Tony stepped back to get out of the splash zone and waited for the fit to end.

The pain was incredible and disorienting to Jarret. The room felt like it was spinning and the smell of his own puke was making him nauseous. Jarret fought to keep his eyes open, but even that task was proving to be too much for him and slowly he drifted off.

Tony checked to make sure he was out before he untied Jarret's arms and legs. Then he reached down and gently removed the thick rubber band off of his swollen nutsac. Tony was surprised at the ease with which he was able to pull the band off. He paused and was shocked when he discovered Jarret's big reddened sac contained only one ball. Tony worked his fingers from one end to the other, but again he failed to find Jarret's missing testicle. Tony's experience with male anatomy was extensive, and yet several seconds passed before he realized what had happened. What he'd done. Tony swallowed hard as the realization hit him.


The rumors swirled around the halls of Ridgemont High the next day when Jarret Russo was found unconscious in the men's locker room. An ambulance was called and he was rushed to the hospital where it was discovered that he suffered from a ruptured testicle. His doctors and parents were all flabbergasted by his lapse in memory that prevented him from telling them what happened. The only clue, a shattered protective cup was found suggested that the device had failed at some point during football practice and resulted in the injury. Of course, that wasn't true, but Jarret was the only one who knew that - and Tony.

Eventually Tony told his sister what had happened that night he'd fought Jarret to win back her honor. Jenny was shocked at first, but the feeling quickly gave way to gratitude and respect. She hugged Tony tight, with tears in her eyes she whispered, "thank you."

- Jarret Russo is based on Tom Salvitore -

- Jarret tied up -


Nicholas said...

Brutal! And way cool. I love a good nut busting. One can never go too far, really.

The model you based Jarret on is super hot. I'd love to give his balls a go. mmmm

bbmal said...

Thanks Nicholas. I agree, Tom Salvatore is hot. I'd love to find him tied up and give his nuts a workout.