Stevie sprinted hard past the finish line with a new personal best. The one mile run in PE was getting pretty easy now, and he liked being faster than most of the other boys. Some of them weren't really liking Stevie's new found speed, though. Devin especially. He was always in front of Stevie, until today.
Devin had watched Stevie rush past him and couldn't believe his eyes. He tried his best to catch up, but decided a little payback was needed when he couldn't get his place back. He rounded up his crew and waited in the locker room for Stevie.
Stevie took an extra long drink at the drinking fountain, a kind of victory drink in his mind. Feeling proud and fit, he strolled into the locker room feeling like a million bucks and sporting an ear to ear smile. As the door shut behind him, Stevie saw Devin with his crew facing him with fists ready and waiting, matching their sneer covered faces. His smile quickly faded and was replaced with wide eyes full of dread.
In an instant, Devin's crew had Stevie in their clutches and escorted him to the end of the locker room, away from prying eyes. They knew they wouldn't be bothered here. Without a word, they began undressing Stevie, leaving his face with a startled look of shock.
Stunned and speechless, Stevie watched in amazement as his clothes seemingly vanished, leaving him standing stark naked in front of the group. Looking down, he realized his package had become a little shy due to this predicament. The group seemed unphased by this and proceeded to lead Stevie to an empty changing bench, which he would soon become very aquatinted with.
The steam soaked bench was slightly cool now, as the showers had been off for a bit. The crew held Stevie's arms and legs down the sides as Stevie lay with his back flat. Stevie raised his head as much as he could to see what was being set up below his waist. Devin had a menacing grin on his face as he took off one of his cleats and began tapping it on the bench right between Stevie's legs, just barely missing Stevie's nuts.
Stevie pleaded and begged Devin to leave him alone, but his plea fell on deaf ears. Devin would be teaching Stevie his place, which would always be behind him in every event from now on. Stevie started to apologise for getting in front of Devin, which made Devin lose his cool altogether and smack Stevie's balls with his cleat.
The cleat bottom was plastic with square ends, but it still hurt like hell. Devin didn't stop with one hit, either. He smashed Stevie's precious orbs three times in a row before pausing to see the damage. Stevie instantly struggled to free himself and cover his aching balls, but Devin's crew held his arms and legs below the bench. As Stevie yelled out in pain, one of the crew covered his mouth.
Devin got an idea. He took off his smelly sock since his cleat was off his foot and busy smashing Stevie's balls. The smelly sock had sweat stains on the sides, and instantly filled the room with the stink of boy feet. Devin motioned the boy at Stevie's head to grab the sock. Once in hand, Devin ordered the sock into Stevie's mouth to shut him up. It certainly did.
Stevie's nose was instantly overwhelmed by the pungent aroma, and he desperately wanted to gag. A quick burst of pain from Devin's cleat to his nuts made him inhale deeply, feeling the burning stench fill his lungs. Stevie's eyes started to water as he tried to yell out but was muffled by the stinky sock. Devin smashed the tip of his cleat down with pinpoint accuracy, striking both of Stevie's nuts simultaneously.
Stevie's head shot up in horror as he watched his little boyhood being pulverized. His chin stuck to his chest and he tried in vain to reach his balls with his face, his last movable part. He saw his tender balls get flattened over and over, with tears streaming down his rosy cheeks. His tiny dick was sticking straight up by now, as if to give his attacker a better shot, much to his dismay.
Devin gently placed the lone cleat on Stevie's busted balls and looked him square in the eyes. He made sure he had Stevie's full attention, as if Stevie could possibly look elsewhere. Devin swore to finish what he started and squish Stevie's balls till there was nothing left if he ever passed him again. Stevie nodded in agreement, desperate for release.
Devin leaned forward on the cleat as it balanced on Stevie's balls, making Stevie's body writhe in agony. A groan of futility escaped his throat as Stevie wished for the pain to end. When Devin had almost all his weight on Stevie's balls, he pressed down quick and hard, just to see what would happen.
Stevie's testicles somehow avoided destruction by slipping between the cleat treads. Devin thought for sure they had popped when he felt the sudden release from under his weight. He grabbed the cleat up, eager to see a flattened and useless testicle, but was slightly disappointed as Stevie's nuts were still intact.
Stevie laid his head back down on the bench, unable to move anymore. Devin motioned his crew to let him go, and Stevie began to curl up instinctively. Just before his crotch was completely covered, Devin flicked Stevie's exposed orbs one last time, which sent Stevie over the bench and landing on the floor, then curling up and rocking back and forth while cupping his abused boyhood.
Satisfied with his show of force, Devin retrieved his sock from Stevie's mouth, which graciously gave up the stinking thing. Stevie whimpered and cried as he wondered if he was even still a boy down there. Devin and his crew left Stevie huddled up as they all walked out of the locker room as though nothing had happened.
Stevie isn't the quickest learner though...
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