Friendship Has a Price

Ken and Jared had been best friends since childhood, and unlike other adolescents, they maintained their friendship throughout high school. After graduation, the two friends were enjoying their last weeks together before they parted ways and started college at separate institutions. Ken's parents worked during the day, so they spent most of their time there. At the moment Ken was rummaging around his closet in search of his basketball.

"Found it, lets go." Ken said after pulling the ball out from under a pile of clothes.

"Yeah, hold on." Jared said seated at Ken's computer.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ken asked.

"Nothing, just checking last night's score." Jared said.

"The Phillies ate it, 2-5." Ken said impatiently.

"I know, I'm checking the pitching stats from last night." Jared replied without removing his gaze from the screen.

"Forget about it, come on, lets go out and shoot some hoops." Ken said, obviously getting anxious.

"Alright, give me a sec." Jared said typing rapidly. When only half way through punching in the website, another site from the history popped up: http://www.ballbustingboys.com. Jared lifted his eyebrow and clicked on the link. It appeared to be a male porn pay-site. Jared was shocked, he'd been Ken's best friend all his life assuming he was straight.

When Ken saw what was on the screen, his heart leapt into his throat. How could he have forgotten to clear the history? Ken's mind raced with plausible explanations or denials.

"Dude, what is this? You're gay?" Jared asked.

"No . . . no, no, no, that's just . . . well . . . you see . . ."

"Ken, it's OK. I just thought I would have known by now." Jared said lightly and smiling.

"I'm not gay." Ken said as his thoughts turned to panic.

Jared heard the desperation in Ken's voice. "Dude relax, I don't care."

"I'm not. I'm not gay." Ken insisted furiously.

"OK, OK I believe you . . . but this looks pretty gay." Jared said laughing.

Ken almost lost it. "It's not a gay site, it's . . . dedicated to ballbusting."

"Did you just say ballbusting? Is that what I think it is?" Jared asked with a chuckle.

Ken scowled back at him. "I guess," he shrugged.

"So let me get this straight, there are sites out there for guys who get off on other guys getting smashed in the junk?" Jared began scanning the webpage.

"Yeah." Jared said.

Jared stopped and looked at his friend, "I don't know Ken, that's more disturbing than you being gay."

The joke had been meant to ease the tension, but it only made Ken feel worse. He had kept his ballbusting fetish a secret for years. He wanted to tell Jared, but he was afraid it would ruin their friendship. He dreamed about busting his friend's balls all the time, a fantasy he masturbated to frequently, but their friendship was more important.

"Listen, I'm sorry you saw that. I don't know why I like it, it's just this weird thing I'm into. I still like girls . . ." Ken was desperate.

"Dude, I know but this is . . ." Jared's words trailed off. "I'm just a little surprised, that's all."

The two friends sat in awkward silence.

"So, you like getting hit in the nuts?" Jared asked.

"Not really, no." Ken said, "It hurts too much."

Jared laughed. "Yeah."

"Come on, lets go out and shoot some hoops." Ken said changing the subject.

"Sounds good to me."

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The next day the two friends met up and went to the mall for several hours. Ken was still a bit uncomfortable about the day before, but Jared wasn't acting any differently then he always had. On the ride home he was telling jokes and exaggerated stories about the girls he had been with. Ken had heard them all before, but that didn't matter - everything was back to normal.

The ride back to Ken's house was long, so after a while even Jared ran out of old stories, he decided to confide in Ken about some trouble he had gotten into. Jared had a notorious reputation for driving fast and loose, a reputation that had gotten him in quite a bit of trouble with the police and his parents.

"So you never told your parents about the speeding ticket?" Ken asked.

"I can't, it's my third ticket. I already know, if I tell them they'll take my car away." Jared said. "I can't go away to college without a car!"

"OK, so don't tell your parents." Ken replied.

"Yeah, but I don't have the money to pay it, I'm screwed." Jared said.

"How much is it?" Ken asked.

"$150." Jared replied.

Ken chuckled. "You're right, you ARE screwed."

"Hey, don't laugh, I am in trouble here." Jared said. "Can't you lend me some money?"

"No way." Ken replied. "You still owe me from last month."

"I know, and I'll pay you back as soon as I can! You know I'm good for it." Jared said.

"Sorry pal, I don't think you've ever paid me back." Ken said smiling.

"Come on, I have to send the money in by the end of the week! I'm dying here." Jared looked defeated.

"Sorry." Ken repeated.

Jared slouched back in his chair looking frustrated. Ken was the only person he knew that could come up with the money in time, there had to be a way.

"What if I traded you for it?" Jared asked looking out the window.

"You don't have anything I want." Ken said laughing.

Jared was quiet for a while and then tried again. "Those websites you go to, you know, guys getting kicked in the balls, how much do they cost?"

Ken was caught off guard. "I don't - what does that have to do with anything?" Ken's stomach tightened. It was stupid for him to think Jared had forgotten about the previous day, but why was he bringing it up now?

"I was just thinking, you know . . . you have to pay for those websites." Jared said. "And you're wasting your money, you could pay me."

"What? What are you talking about?" Ken asked defensively.

"Dude, I'm asking you how much you'd pay me to kick you in the nuts." Jared said in a flat tone.

"What? You're serious, I - no way." Ken replied.

"Come on," Jared whined.

"No." Ken replied. "That's not how it works anyway, the money goes to the guy getting bus- , uhh kicked." Ken replied.

"Oh . . . really?" Jared sat quietly for a moment and then asked, "OK fine . . . so . . . how much would you pay to kick my balls?"

Ken nearly drove off the road. It was too good to be true, Jared just suggested something he had fantasized about since puberty.

"Jared, that's crazy." Ken tried to say something else but couldn't think anything.

"I'm serious. What, aren't you interested?" Jared asked.

"Yeah, but-"

"But what?" Jared cut him off.

"But you're my friend." Ken said sincerely.

"I don't care, I need the money one way or another, either you can pay me or give me a loan-"

"I don't think you ever paid me back in your life." Ken interjected.

"So I'm saying there's another option." Jared said.

Ken wondered if this was some sort of prank, but Jared was as serious as he'd ever been. As if reading his mind, Jared pressed the matter further - "Dude, I'm desperate."

Ken's heart began to race. He desperately wanted to bust Jared's balls, the money wasn't the issue. He worried that this might change their friendship forever, but it was just too good to pass up.

"Alright," Ken said. "We'll do it back at my place."

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When they got back they found Ken's house empty. After grabbing a few sodas from the fridge, the two teenagers head up to Ken's room. Everything had already been worked out in the car, Ken would give Jared the money he needed after he was given a chance to bust his friend's balls.


Ken led Jared up to his bedroom. Closing the door behind them, they stared awkwardly at each-other for a moment. "So, how do we do this?" Jared asked.

"Well, um . . . I don't know." Ken said. For the first time, he noticed that Jared looked nervous, a detail that had never entered Ken's fantasies.

Jared had a runner's body, a fact he was proud of. He had a tall, lean frame and handsome looks made women melt. Dressed for summer, he was sporting a T-shirt and a pair of blue nylon jogging shorts. Ken pointed to them, "I don't know, do you want to start by taking off your shorts?"

"No way, I'm not getting naked. Christ, this already sounds gay, I don't-"

"Hold on, hold on, I'm sorry. What you're wearing is fine." Ken said. "Just, just give my a sec, I need to check something." Ken said. He left Jared standing at the door as he absently fondled the bulge in his shorts. Ken walked over to his computer and checked back to see if Jared was watching. Preoccupied with his own thoughts, he didn't notice Ken activate his webcam.

Ken walked back over to his friend. "I just needed to make sure I had the money. So, how about we start with a kick?" Ken asked.

"Whatever dude, let's just do it." Jared said apprehensively.

"Great, why don't you spread your legs a little?" Jared did as he was told and stood tall, leaving a large gap between his legs.

"Can you show me where your nuts are?" Ken asked.

Jared's response shocked him. "You can check for yourself, you're paying after all."

Ken's hand grazed Jared's junk through his shorts until he found his target. Taking aim, he stepped back and kicked Jared right in the balls. Jared groaned quietly from the impact.

"Are you OK?" Ken asked.

"Yeah, you got my nuts pretty good, but I'll be alright." Jared groaned while bending over and massaging his balls.

"Can I try again?" Ken asked.

"Hold on, just give me a sec," Jared croaked. He remained bent over for another minute, trying to cope with the discomfort. Then when he was ready, he straightened up for the next kick.

Ken took aim a second time and slammed his foot into Jared's groin. It knocked the air out of Jared's lungs, causing him to groan loudly and double over once more. Ken watched as his friend suffered, and though some part of him felt guilty, another part of him begged him not not to stop.

Ken had expected Jared to fall to the ground and clutch his battered balls, but he managed to remain standing even after a second kick. Jared's handsome face was contorted in pain as he fought to catch his breath, yet his legs remained locked in position.

Ken quietly snuck behind his friend, and rammed his shoe-clad foot between Jared's legs, squashing his nuts with an audible 'thud.' The third strike on his manhood proved to be too much for Jared to handle. He cried out and collapsed on the floor as his legs buckled beneath him. Jared clutched his busted balls and moaned in agony.

"My balls . . . oh . . . my fucking balls . . . " Jared continued to whimper as he tried to comfort his nuts.

After Jared recovered, Ken asked him how he was feeling. "Are you OK?" Ken asked.

"Dude . . . you just punted me in the balls . . . I think you made me sterile." Jared moaned.

Ken laughed in spite of himself. "No I didn't."

"Fine, tell that to my wife when I find out I can't have kids." Jared groaned. "We're done, right?"

"Almost." Ken said smiling. "Don't worry, you're doing great!"

Jared groaned in frustration. "Man, I don't think I'll be able to stand for a while."

"No worries, you can stay where you are." Ken replied.

"Just give me another minute, alright?" Jared fondled his sore nuts a few more moments. He hoped he would be let off easy, but Ken wanted another crack at his jewels. After another minute, he signaled he was ready.

"We are going to move on to some punches next, OK?" Ken asked.

"OK." Jared whispered.

Ken knelt next to his sitting friend and pushed knees apart for better access to his crotch. His target, the ample bulge in Jared's shorts stood out prominently between his muscular legs. He raised his clenched fist, and after a moment's hesitation, he sent it crashing down .

"Oww!" Jared yelped. "You missed, that was my dick!"

"Oooh, sorry about that," Ken said. He tried again, aiming lower this time, his fist sunk into Jared's soft bulge. Jared groaned and tried to shield himself, but not before Ken got in one last strike. Having found his target, Ken drove his fist into Jared's tender testes once more, grinding his poor friend's nuts deep into his pelvis. Jared shrieked and gently cradled his throbbing manhood.

"Got'em that time!" Ken yelled triumphantly. Jared muttered something incomprehensible as he attempted to ease the discomfort between his legs.

Ken waited several minutes to let Jared rest. He had taken quite a bit of abuse from Ken, but his friend had one last surprise in store.

Ken instructed Jared to lie back and remain relaxed, a near impossibility considering the circumstances. Ken checked to make sure his friend's eyes were closed, and then he pulled up Jared's shirt, revealing his flat, muscular stomach gleaming in sweat. Ken's dick stiffend as he took in his Jared's body.

Before Jared new what was happening, Ken reached into his friend's blue nylon shorts, grabbed a hold of Jared's naked testicles and yanked them out into the light for inspection. Jared's walnuts hung low in his sac and were covered in light wisps of hair.

"What the fuck-" Jared's protests were cut short as Ken's fist smashed down into his naked balls.

"Oh . . ." Jared moaned.

'Wack,' Ken's fist crushed Jared's balls into his palm a second time.

"Ugh," Jared groaned.

Ken crunched his friend's nuts a third and fourth time. Each time Jared moaned as his bloated balls pounded down into a pulp. Jared's body became rigid as muscles began to cramp and nausea was induced all while Ken continued to batter away at his manhood.

"Dude, you're getting hard . . ." Ken was pointing at the hardon straining in Jared's shorts.

"Oh . . . fuck . . ." Jared whispered through clenched teeth. Ken decided to change things up and squeezed Jared's pink baby-makers, gently at first and then building with pressure.

"Ohhh . . ." Jared moaned as his dick grew rock hard and slipped out of his shorts. Ken increased the pressure on his manhood, grinding each nut against the other. Jared pleaded with Ken, but he could not be stopped. With his resistance completely eroded, Jared threw back his head and moaned while Ken continued coax the cum out of his sore balls.

"Oh, God, oh God . . . Fuck," Jared whispered as his cock twitched and balls churned. Jared groaned as his dick erupted thick spurts of hot cum into the air. Ken pumped Jared's precious orbs until every last drop was released. Totally spent, he let Jared lay back and rest while using a shirt off the floor to wipe his friend's spunk off his hands.

"Fuck . . ." Jared groaned as he clutched his tender nuts. "That wasn't part of the deal," he whispered.

"Yeah . . . who knew you would get so into it?" Ken smiled.

"Whatever dude, it feels like I'm sitting in a puddle. Can you lend me some underwear?" Jared asked.

Ken retrieved a pair of boxers from a nearby pile and handed it to his friend. Jared pulled off his old shorts and wiped himself down. He took a moment to inspect his swollen balls before slipping on the borrowed underwear.

"How do they feel?" Ken asked.

"Sore, and empty, thanks to you." Jared said. "We're even now, right?"

"Definitely," Ken replied. He walked over to the desk and secretly turned off the webcam. He walked back over to his friend and handed him the money.

"Can I get you anything?" Ken asked.

"Yeah, got any ice?" Jared replied.

- Jared was inspired by Tiago Botega -