Getting destroyed by his ex-girlfriend proved to be a defining moment for Ricky. He never brought up what happened, but he could tell his friends never forgot it either. They looked at him differently, and when he posed for videos with them, they didn't pose with him and stayed on their phones. It made Ricky post more by himself instead.
He posed for videos on Instagram, lip syncing to breakup songs that trashed his ex or made him out to be a player. Sometimes with no shirt on, sometimes after he dried up in the shower. Sometimes even when he hadn’t dried up yet. He started to look at himself differently.
His friends saw it, and noticed how the thirst traps were getting more and more traction, so he started to do them more and more. They talked with each other and watched the latest video Ricky posted.
His shirt was off as he smiled and bit his lower lip gently, staring wantingly into the camera and then lip syncing and swaying with the music. The phone slower got further, more of his light skin visible and the muscles above his chest. Flirting the camera, he looked shocked, lips parted slightly, and a tongue pressed against his teeth. His braces shined and his short bleached hair made him look like an absolute star. He ran his hand down his body and the body tilted down and along his long, lean body musculature, his manhood pointing in his boxers. Ricky smiled at his size and shape, his bulge pushing out like a proud horn and he pulled the phone back to a more normal position and smiled at the camera, continuing to lip sync and dance in his emotions.
“Maan, he’s so fruity what the fuck?!”
"Yo, what is he doooing!?”
His friends, Nash especially, laughed and shook their heads. Nash was a handsome guy with curly hair but, similarly to Ricky, made it a point to look tough. He sagged and had darker skin with hazel eyes. And as he used those hazel eyes to watch and laugh at Ricky’s videos, he saw how many likes Ricky was getting on these videos. Nash found it fake, annoying and started to talk more and more shit about Ricky. Nash would never use his good looks to sell himself out like Ricky was. But Nash couldn’t look away from how many likes Ricky got, and how so many girls at school liked them. Nash realized that although it was fake and cringe, there was something to this. Actually… this might be a good way to get some hoes. Girls would see Ricky, want to talk him and his boys, then they’d win the girls over and boom. Free pussy.
This was made easier when Ricky asked them if they wanted to go to the beach. They said yes and thought about all the beach pussy they could get. They licked their lips and started hyping up Ricky too.
Nash gassed him up. “You ready to get some puss, bruh?”
Ricky smirked and looked down, raised two fingers up by his head, like a pistol, and danced in spot. All the boys glazed him up and suddenly, Ricky felt at home with them again. He was glad he reached out and asked them to hang out; he was sure they didn’t really want to be around him anymore.
“For sure, for sure. Maan, this gonna be lit!” Ricky laughed, pulling on his soft shorts and white tank top. He had on a white chain around his neck that fit an island vibe and looks great on his tank top and skin. His bleached hair and stubble of facial hair that he decided to grow out. Ricky rubbed his chin and the little prickles made him feel like a man. His confidence was swelling. He needed a day like this. Things were lit.
Nash, Ricky and the boys were chilling on the beach. It was a nice day and there weren’t many people here on this side of the beach. They had privacy, which was good for somethings. But they wanted to get girls. They sat there, their bare feet in the sand and chilling with their music loud. They were vibing but Nash thought there’d be more to look at. And then, he saw a group of girls approaching the beach. He smiled and got his boys attention. He was sure they were going to set up close to them. They’re young, hot dudes with fresh music playing afterall. They’d need to get to know them.
But, they didn’t. The girls set up a respectful distance from the boys and got comfortable. Nash tried to get their attention, but they seemed docile and willing to stay to themselves. That’s when he tried to play his trump card.
“Ricky, go get the huz here.”
Ricky had his eyes on the girls too. They were beautiful. White, young, college girls who he hasn’t seen around town before… he wanted them. His boys were gassing him up to go, so despite his nervousness he went over to talk to them.
“Umm… hey girls.”
Ricky swallowed and pulled on his tank top. He smiled like he would in front of the camera and tried to rizz them up.
“So… it’s a great day. Wanna hang out with us?”
The girls looked at each other and giggled, exchanging glances. The blonde in a tight black bikini, whose name turned out to be Lily, looked over Ricky and blushed.
“Why should we? We’re having a good time over here by ourselves.”
Ricky nodded and lifted up his tank top and flapped it to get some sand off it, also showing off his abs as he did so. The girls caught it and waited for him to continue.
“Well, we’re chill, just looking for a good time you know. My boys brought some drinks and can roll up too…”
“Oh? Drugs?” Lily asked incredulously.
“You know it… but we don’t have to.” Ricky started to feel clammy and turned around to his boys, asking for some backup. Nash grimaced and signaled Ricky that he’s on his own. The rest of the boys were a mix of amused at Ricky’s plea for help and frustration that he wasn’t helping them out. Ricky laughed awkwardly and tried to play it off.
“Uhh, anyways. I’m gonna go in the water if any of you wanna join. We’re right over there, okay? Don’t be shy…!”
Ricky said the last bit a little too enthusiastically, and the girls giggled at him. He rubbed his bleached hair and turned to head into the water. Ricky heard the girls laughing louder behind him, and he tried to ignore it. He’s a cool guy. Cool guy’s play it cool.
He dissolved into the warm water and closed his eyes. Ricky let his mind go blank for a moment as he nonchalantly hung out in the water, the water soaking his shorts and shirt as he laid back and floated. His eyes were closed and arms spread as he breathed out slowly. His mind drifted to the girls back there; especially the one he was talking to. She had beautiful, shoulder length blonde hair with girls and her bikini was black; tight and she had such a nice body. Her white body looked so snug and gorgeous. It would be so supple and amazing to feel it in his hands. He wanted her so bad, so he thought about what he could do when he got out. He had to play it cool afterwards, so he couldn’t go over once he left the water.
Ricky thought through his plan as he floated in the water. Once he came up with a plan, he breathed out again and let his mind go blank. The warm water on his body put him at ease, and Ricky laid there with a smile on his face. His bleached hair surrounded by the calm water, he looked perfectly beautiful and at ease. His white chain floated in the water and really pulled together an island boy aesthetic. He laid comfortably as he waited and gathered more aura.
Then, he sensed a disturbance near him and opened his eyes to look. And it was Lily approaching him. He smiled and flipped over, standing in the hip high water now and made his way over to meet her. Where they met, the water was a little below Ricky’s knees.
Lily smiled as she looked over the handsome native boy in front of her. Ricky saw the tank top soaked with water and outlining his abs. He also saw his thin shorts soaked against his thighs and manhood. He realized his clothes were giving him away, but he looked good. Ricky checked her out, knowing that he has a right to. Her breasts were huge in her bikini and it was impossible not to love it. Ricky smirked at her. His smirk was cocky but honest.
The two talked while his boys brought their towels and stuff over to the girls. Lily told Ricky about her and her friends; they are college girls who are vacationing in the area for the week and were ready for a good time. Ricky thought that was sick but didn’t know if she’d like to know he was still in High School or not. He was 18… but he didn’t want to play that game, so he just said how good she looked and flexed with her playfully.
“Oh, Ricky. I feel like I didn’t do a great job with my sunscreen… could you make sure I got my back alright?”
Ricky smiled, nodding his head as she turned around and let Ricky put his hands on her shoulder. Ricky’s male hands rubbed her shoulders and dug his thumbs into her back, feeling for knots and spreading out the creamy layer of sunscreen on her soft skin. Ricky looked for a blemish but he couldn’t find one. Ricky felt her shift her ass back into him as he massaged her. His dick on her firm, engorging ass made Ricky grind into her as he rubbed her shoulders and back.
Ricky felt himself growing in excitement and spoke softly in her ear to see how she feels, if he can keep going. Lily replied positively and pulled her hair to the side, her neck unveiled. Ricky put his mouth in, immersing himself on Lily and she caressed his soft stubble of facial hair. It tickled and both laughed as they moved together, Ricky yearning for more but staying calm. They’re on the public beach in front of friends but he couldn’t hold himself back. His hard rod was pressing longways between her cheeks.
And then, Lily shifted off and moved away from Ricky. Ricky held onto her as she shifted in the water and Ricky groaned as she pulled away from him. Ricky felt unfinished and in need of more; and equally innate, Ricky also felt vulnerable. He was hard and it was pressing firmly against his shorts trying to get released. He reached out and tried to follow her, to pull back in to protect and complete the animal inside Ricky.
“Lily, babe-”
“Did you see where the girls went?”
Ricky tried to lean her hips into his as he shifted awkwardly. He saw his boys and the girls laughing and staring at him. He knew he was tenting too; he felt his cock firmly down in his shorts and speedos underneath. He wanted to press his cock against her but she kept walking away from him, clueless to his plight. He shifted his erection carefully, knowing everyone was watching him. He was embarrassed.
“Babe, please stop moving. I need you-”
“Where are they?” She splashed around in her black bikini. His posture was hunched and a little scared, but mostly frustrated. He didn’t want to be uncool but he really fucking needed her.
“Yeah, they’re right there but I need you girl. Look, what you doing to me…”
Ricky held onto her wrist carefully and tried to shift as he felt his hard cock pressing painfully in his loins. He needed to press himself against her. He pulled his head in closer to her and tried to pull his body into hers. The water on her skin was kissed as he held her wrist. He pressed his groin into her, irresistibly and tenting, begging for Lily to sheath his sword. His face washed with relief when he could, biting his lip and looking at her longingly as she stared at the beach. If she were to look, she’d see a look of appreciation and desire on a face that couldn’t stop itself. And so when she turned to face him, Ricky didn’t care about being nonchalant and wanted her to know where he’s at. He needs some of her attention. He lifted his neck, short bleached hair and a smile in the hot sun’s gaze. He felt like a young animal during mating season. She smiled and pressed her hand against his chest and leaned inwards, towards his strong, attractive and healthy frame. Ricky pressed his throbbing groin inwards as she shifted towards him. His cock was tenting towards Lily as she approached.
However, she yelped and stumbled as she went in and drove a knee hard up into his balls. The knee lifted up, flattening his wet, meaty bulge with devastating impact. Lily felt it all on her knee, the blonde college girl gasped out and reached down to hold him. She pressed her firm bosom against him as he groaned in sheer, deep pain that hit him in waves. His legs wobbled as his eyes bugged out. Ricky’s male frame crumbled down to a crouch as he pulled his hands into his shorts desperately. Ricky realized what happened and immediately went into panic mode.
“No, nooo!” Ricky cried out, his hand pressing firm into his soaked shorts, his cock in his palm but fingers wrapping under his blistering testicles. It felt like they were on fire and ripping apart his insides. He couldn't stay on his feet.
The pain was traumatic and sickening. All of a sudden, everything that happened with Sandra started rushing back into him. He gasped out, trying to lock his toes into the sandy ground beneath but the pain caused him to tremor and whine out.
“Fuck, fuck… my baallls, no, no, nooohoo…”
“Oh my God I felt them! Are you okay!?”
“Fuck, fuck… no, no, no my nuuuts, you cracked them… mmmmph!” Ricky whined, clutching his balls as she held him. He could barely recognize her bikini body through the sickening pain in his balls. They hung low in their wet sack and the pain was sending shockwaves through his system. He stumbled down and sucked in the salty sea water and then jumped up, coughing heavily. Lily helped lead his weak, lanky frame to the coastline as he continued to cough up a storm, one hand clutching his bulging shorts shamelessly. Dragging his feet and clutching his balls, he was dragged to the coastline, coughing loudly as lily couldn’t help but smile as she held Ricky against her body.
Meanwhile, the boys and the girls they got were laughing and pointing at Ricky’s misfortune. But he was too immersed and desperate to recognize anything else. He was coughing out both saltwater and his balls as his knees pushed his bottom up in the air, one hand digging deep and clutching his throbbing, heavy ballsack. His feet digging into the wet sand as he writhed, breathing raggedly.
“Uhnnn… ooghk… unnn fuck, fuck!” The taste of the sand on his lips made him spit as he rolled onto his side, face a twisting mass of pain.
“Oh God, Ricky are you okay?”
Ricky pulled on his wet shorts, cradling his balls as he made shapes in the sand. He was weakly kicking, the smell of seasalt mixing with the bile he felt in his throat and stomach.On such a hot, bright day, Ricky was experiencing incredible agony.
After a minute, the pain was starting to plateau. Though he could still hardly breathe or even open his eyes. It was too much, the bright lights of the day, sensations of the beach and the deep, throbbing pain because of his balls. Ricky continued to take in heavy, slower breaths, trying to get a grip on the sandy beach.
Ricky had no idea what to say or think. He worldlessly whimpered and gasped loudly on the beach, rocking on his knees with wet eyes and dug his fingers deep into the sand.
Meanwhile, the crew made their way over. Ricky looked up and saw them, and barely tried to keep it together.
"Ahhhh she got him!”
”Bro like a fish out of water” Nash exclaimed.
"Oh my God, lily you just castrated him!” A girl cried out, not holding back her smile.
“Oh my God Ricky, let me help!” Lily pulled on his shorts, and Ricky grimaced, shifting against her grasp.
“No, no! Stop, stop it!”
Lily pulled down on his shorts, his pink speedos revealing itself under his shorts as he failed at keeping them up to his waist. He hasn't recovered his strength yet and fighting made his sore balls hurt even more. He just let go of his shorts and curled up, covering his shame in a ball, and now wearing tight pink speedos. He was embarrassed and sick.
“What the hell?” Ricky weakly asked.
“Sorry, I want to make sure you're okay!? Are they okay?”
“Girl… Lily, give me back my shorts.” He asked, reaching out awkwardly with his legs tight together and looking between lily and her friends, and his boys. He was trying to communicate to lily to help him out here but she laughed and threw them to the side.
“Come on, don't be shy! You look good…”
”Bro, it's cool. We're at the beach.” Nash tried to calm him down.
"Yeah, don't make it weird Ricky.” Another boy added.
And Ricky realized he was low key losing aura. He swallowed and loosened his tension. He sunk into the sand a little and breathed out, carefully. Slowly, he pulled back his hand from his bulge and his hearty package was visible. His speedo was soft and his dick was visible and pointing out. His long, thin legs stood naturally apart and his white tank top was sticking warm to his body. There wasn’t much left to the imagination and Ricky’s face was a mask of pain, but the grimace shifted into a proud expression as he stayed true. He defaulted back to the faces he’s been putting on recently, the one he would put on in the instagram videos he posts, and he totally flipped the script. He started to mog everyone.
Ricky adjusted just speedos, squatted slightly and groaning due to his sore balls. He then let it down and it hung on his side, his heavy balls weighing down behind them as his frame stood confidently. He oozed sex appeal, wet from the beach and prime, toasty with his goods displayed.
Ricky tried not to smile or look like he cared as he stood up and shook his body a little bit. Then, holding his balls, shook again with innocence and made a goofy smile, getting the girls to laugh and his boys to gas him up. He let go, hung with confidence and a slight soreness. But he smiled with a blank expression, his teeth and braces glistening and played off his speedos with some skill.
“Oh, that looks gooood. You should've started in this…” Lily flirted, laughing as she pulled up on his skin tight tank top. He laughed with her and helped her take it off for him.
Ricky threw the shirt off and flexed with a smile. His biceps curled as he cockily, but playfully smiled. The speedos he was too ashamed to wear before, suddenly started to feel natural in them. He looked down at his body and knew he looked good. He didn’t feel ashamed and felt himself slotting in with his friends again. He saw Lily smiling at him, with her hands over her head and grooving playfully, her breasts bouncing as he stared at them. Ricky smiled, lifted his arms up and danced carefully with Lily.
Then a sudden, thunderous male barefoot slammed into his balls from behind with his hands up over his head. The foot snapped up and lifted his balls up and Ricky immediately squawked and pulled his hands into his brutalized testicles.
Ricky’s eyes went wide as his mouth opened in shock and betrayal. He had no idea what was happening or why, but he knew that his balls needed covering as he was experiencing tremendous pain. His mind went blank otherwise. His skinny frame collapsed to the floor and ate a mouthful of sand as he collapsed.
It was pure pain. Nauseating, crushing pain. Every fiber of Ricky’s body, every thought in his brain was corrupted by it and he couldn’t breathe. His eyes were clenched shut as they watered and he clutched his balls in his pink speedos. It felt like they got grounded up in his sack, desperately assessing the damage with weak, useless fingers pressing against the meaty organs.
Ricky couldn’t open his eyes or move. He never knew pain like this and couldn’t manage anything through his open mouth gasps. Slowly, he started to taste the sand in his mouth and spit it out. He struggled to gather his breath and felt like he was going to throw up. He curled up and tried not to move; every movement made him feel worse and worse. He had no idea what happened or why it happened. This was somehow far worse than Sandra; though he remembers how afterwards, his friends abandoned him and forced himself to open his eyes and find them.
But he realized that he was left alone on the beach. The friends that were next to him, left him and he was by himself. He painfully looked around to where he remembers they left their towels and saw all of them, including Lily, laughing and pretending like he was never there.
“Fucking… bitch… how… ahhh, so baaadd…” Ricky whimpered, rubbing his sore testicles in his speedos. He looked around for his shirt and shorts, but realized that they weren’t near him. Lily had them by her towel.
Ricky groaned and dug his forehead into the sand as he whimpered and breathed loudly on the ground. He closed his eyes and didn’t move in the burning sun, one hand clutching his balls and the other over his head. The only movement he made was the occasional adjusting of his balls and shifting of his legs; along with any chest raising and falling with his heavy breathing.
Ricky stayed like this for several minutes before he slowly pushed up. He was covered with sand, hands pulled up between his balls and long legs spread wide enough to give him some space. He stayed standing, hunched over as his body adjusted to being vertical again. He looked weak and sore, barely able to stand up. Groaning, he made his way over to Lily and everyone else. The walk of shame was sad and pitiful, but Ricky needed his shorts back.
He said nothing as he made it to them, and they were talking in their own little world. But the talking and laughing stopped once Ricky stood up to them; they were waiting for Ricky to proceed.But he just stayed quiet and reached out for his clothes.
But Nash was quicker, laughing and swiped Ricky’s wet shirt and shorts from him. Nash cockily laughed as he stared into Ricky’s wet, red eyes.. Nash was in his beach shorts, no shirt on and his hairy legs had sand stuck to them. Nash smirked proudly, looked at the girls and winked at them. They giggled as he looked back and smiled at Ricky. Nash didn’t have as firm of a body as Ricky, but he was still ripe and hot. His legs were spread and he puckered a kiss at Ricky.
Ricky tried to hide his grimace as his friend taunted him. Ricky stood quietly, and felt the pain and frustration inside him. He just wanted to leave.
“How’re you balls, Ricky!?” Lily taunted, beside Nash. “Sorryyy, I’m sooo clumsy. But I didn’t kick you that time, you know that right?”
“That’s right. That one was me.” Nash smiled, digging his toes in the ground. “Now fuck off, Ricky. Fruity fucking bitch. Crying in pink underwear ass bitch.”
Ricky pouted and looked down at Nash with growing anger. His knuckles tensed and his brow furrowed.
“You just a bitch. You ain’t gonna do nothing. Go post on instagram to make yourself feel better, pussy. Got bitched by your girl, got bitched by this one. No one respects you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Bark, bitch. You ain’t gonna do shit.”
Ricky grimaced and stood up to Nash, who smiled as his provocation worked. Ricky’s pretty face twisted and he flailed his nostrils. Nash laughed in response, which only made Ricky feel even more furious. He stood up taller, tightened his fists and pressed up to him. His eyes were watering but his face showed how ticked off he was. He was about to blow up.
But Nash also had a tightened fist; his thumb was jammed between his index and middle finger, tightening hard and creating a significant amount of tension. He swung the knot out, knuckle of the index first, into Ricky’s pink speedo and felt it sink into the dense left testicle of Ricky. It was a devastatingly precise nut shot.
Nash felt his knuckle dig into Ricky’s sore orb and Ricky’s angry face immediately twisted in agony. He squealed and doubled over, legs backing up and hands pulled between his legs. He looked like he was scared to drop something between his legs. He looked pathetic. And Ricky wrapped his fingers around his sore testicles, a white burning sensation erupting and digging in deep in his lower body.. Ricky’s legs twisted as he fell hard to his knees. He gasped and his face collapsed into emptiness. He had no thoughts in his mind at that moment outside of the pain. His thick lips parted in a low moan on his knees, then bent over and gasped in hard as tears fell from his eyes.
The pain Ricky was feeling was unbearable. The waves of nausea hitting him were somehow worse with this tap than the knee or kick before. He twisted his legs and shifted thoughtlessly on the ground, his pink trunks pulled on by his hand, trying to protect and shift his left testicle into a position that doesn't feel like they're in a vice grip.
Young Ricky felt it in his stomach too, feeling like he was due to vomit and curled up desperately and kissing the sand one more time.
“Oh no, did that hurt? I barely touched them bro.” Nash teased, looking down at Ricky.
Ricky wasn’t ready to respond, as he writhed on his knees. He couldn’t respond and Nash and the boys realized that this was it for Ricky. They joked and Nash threw Ricky’s shirt to the beach, next to him, and was about to drop his shorts too… but then he laughed and threw Ricky’s shorts to his friends. Most of the girls laughed and the crowd slowly walked away.
Ricky looked up, face purple from the pain and saw them walking away from him. The pain was twisting his stomach and watching everyone walk away from him on the floor… Ricky slammed his hand into the sand and loudly groaned as he tried to push up. Through the sweat and agony, he rocked on his knees and tried to gather momentum. Being disrespected like this made Ricky feel like a total bitch. He can’t let people treat him like this. He cried and did nothing when Sandra kicked him… and he’s doing the same thing now.
The pain was sickening but he pushed up, lips quivering as he tried to put his feet underneath him. As Nash, Lily and the boys and girls walked away laughing, he cried out.
“Heey! HeEEyYY!”
They turned around and saw Ricky, weakly but valiantly standing up. Nash smiled, motioning to everyone as they whispered to each other. Ricky tried to get up to his feet, but with nothing to help him stay up he fell to his knees and grunted as he fell. It made the crowd laugh at Ricky, but that only served to make him more frustrated.
“Why… what did I ever do to you?”
Nash laughed as he walked up to Ricky like there was nothing to it. “Go cry about it. Fuck off, Ricky. You’re just a bitch.”
“Fuck YoU!” Ricky screamed out, standing up rushing over to face Nash with one hand cupping his balls. Nash put his hands out and took a hold of Ricky’s attacking hand, trying to keep him in check. Ricky pushed back but Nash punched him hard in the stomach. Ricky fell to a knee and spit out, coughing loudly. He was gasping and then Nash started raining punches down on him from above and Ricky covered up as some bruised and cut him. Ricky fell to his side, covered up and Nash did not hesitate to kick him in the stomach. Ricky curled up tighter and struggled to breathe. Then, Nash grabbed his head and pulled him up.
“Fuck off, Ricky. Suck my dick.” Nash spat in his face as he pushed Ricky back to the ground and stood over him. Ricky fell back against the sandy beach, mouth bleeding as he saw Nash stand over him, both legs on either side, Ricky sent most of his energy up to send a hard punch between Nash’s legs. Ricky felt Nash’s dick and balls on his fist and Nash cried out, covering up and walking to the side before crumbling to the ground. His eyes rolled and he puckered.
“Oh fuck, he got him in the nuts!”
Nash curled on his side and clutched his balls in his shorts as he groaned loudly.
“Ooof, my balls, fuck, fuck!”
Ricky started to push himself up groggily as Nash curled on the floor, but the boys jumped in to try and hold Ricky back.
“Let me go, let me go!” Ricky cried out. But the friends held him back as Nash was curled up on the ground.
“Uaahh… ohh… fuck, you piece of shit!” Nash groggily croaked.
Nash clutched his balls and curled over with a knee on the ground, staring at Ricky. His breath pounded with each wave of pain from his balls. The girls watched on, talking about how Ricky got the upperhand now.
“Let him go, let him go!”
“Let them fight! Whoever wins can use my tits as an ashtray!” One of the girls cried out.
The guys looked at one another and carefully let go of Ricky and Ricky groaned as was released. They backed up and Ricky took his time to catch his breath on his back. He was hurting and sore all around. His cheeks and shoulders took a pounding from Nash before. He even got his jaw cleanly. And of course his balls are still sore. They felt like 2 heavy bags of sand that pulled on his most sensitive nerves in his stomach. But with time, he recovered. The boys even threw him his shorts back. He put the wet shorts on and Nash got up soon and the two stared at each other. Nash held his balls with one hand then let go, and put up his fists. He carefully squared up and kept his feet moving as Ricky stood up.
Ricky started to feel sharper and finally ready. This felt like the first time Ricky was really able to prepare himself since before Sandra. He squared up and waited for Nash to make the first move.
Nash tried to throw in a left hook but Ricky’s arm ate it. Nash tried to punch again then hit with a combo right at Ricky’s side. The side strike made more contact and Ricky immediately punched at Nash’s face. The strike made partial contact, and Nash responded by running his head in and just raining punches in on Ricky. All sense of strategy developed into brute force by both parties. Ricky and Nash both straight throwing wild punches at each other. Ricky even tried to throw a knee up, and got caught the second time. Nash lifted and slammed Ricky into the sandy beach and drove the air out of the bleached wasian Romeo.
Nash then pulled out and wailed punches on Ricky. A few caught, but Ricky pulled up his arms and then pushed Nash away with his long, strong legs. Ricky’s shorts were riding up on him and the pink speedos underneath were visible due to the wet, thin fabric.
Nash kicked out as Ricky kicked him away and made contact with Ricky’s thighs only. Ricky jumped up and Nash went in for a knockout punch but Ricky ducked underneath it and tried to slam him to the ground. But Nash pushed his foot back and Ricky couldn’t get a grip to lift him. Ricky then tried to punch Nash’s stomach, but Nash twisted and sent a punch south to Ricky. This punch swung full speed and slammed up hard into Ricky’s sensitive testicles without any restraint. His bulge was firmly outlined in the wet shorts. Held in place by the speedo, he was protruding and as the fist slammed up, the swollen lump of Ricky’s dick and balls were lifted up and crushed against his bony pelvis in a loud, sickening impact.
POP
The impact made Ricky’s eyes bust out and shrieked out, knees pulling in immediately. His hands pulled in to protect his jewels and he sank downwards. Nash swung the same punch again, striking Ricky’s stomach hard and crushing any particle of air left in him.
Ricky’s eyes crossed as he fell over and had no air inside his body. He was wracked in pain as the pain peaked to new heights. Somehow, it keeps on getting worse and worse for Ricky. It literally felt like his right ball popped as he fell to the floor. It was violent as he helplessly laid in agony. And Nash jumped down to wail on him still. Ricky pulled an arm up but lifted his ass up as the pain made him twist.
Ricky was soundless as he cried out and felt in total shock from the pain. Nash took a step back and watched Ricky’s bloodied face morph as he twisted in pain. His face was heavy, lips trembling and eyes wide open. Ricky dryly groaned out, pathetically like a death rattle of a sad animal.
He laid on his side, gasped in breath and clutched his balls. He was sure one of them was broken. This pain was shattering and caused his vision to streak in and out.
Nash kicked Ricky’s stomach again, right over where the bruise and welt were already forming. Ricky curled up tighter and Nash took the opportunity to pound Ricky some more. In the state he was in, Ricky could not fight back. Nash beat on him while the boys and girls realized the fight was over.
When Nash was done, he stepped back and Ricky was devastated in a ball. He was tired, agonized and choking on his own pain. Shivering, Ricky was brutalized and bleeding into the beach. Nash signaled to his boys and they hesitantly picked Ricky up by his arms. They brought Ricky up to his knees.
Nash approached and looked down at the victimized Ricky from Instagram. His lip was cut, face was bloodied and stained part of his bleached hair. His body was bruised and his shorts were covered in sand. They were wet but also had speckles of blood on them and suddenly Nash’s hand rushed out and grabbed Ricky’s balls in his shorts.
“Ahh! No, no!” Ricky shook with his arms held to his side. But as Nash applied pressure to his right nut, the same nut that felt cracked, exploded in blinding pain. It felt like Nash was digging directly into an exposed nerve.
Ricky heaved over in immediate pain, his stomach flipping and bile expelled from his stomach. Ricky threw up on the beach, over Nash’s arm. Nash pushed his arm in to try and avoid the vomit, so the pain persisted as Ricky threw up. He tried to twist his thighs on his knees and fall over, but he was held up. Then Nash dug his fingers in deeper, and rearranging the pieces of Ricky’s nut meat in his sack. It was like crushing a chocolate egg, feeling the shell not break, but just fall inwards.
Ricky continued to vomit as Nash’s fingers were wrapped around his fleshy testicles. Nash dug his fingers in and then pulled his arm back. The girls were all screaming about how unbelievable this was. They’ve never seen anything like this.
Ricky’s spit fell to the floor as he loudly gasped for air, twisting in towards the pain.
“Faaa… ahahh… uooogh…!” Ricky groaned out, and another rushing of vomit falling to the floor as the guys lowered him by his arms out of pity. Ricky fell closer to his vomit, spitting more on the floor and desperately heaving out what his body needed him to. The smell of it rising back up through his nose made him feel even more sick. He groaned out, curling his head away from, weak and damaged.
“Pick him up! On his feet!” Nash cried out.
The guys picked up Ricky, lifting him to his feet but he stumbled and could barely stay on his feet. He tried to twist his legs together for a modicum of relief on the pressure from his balls. But as they shook him, the pressure added to his balls made him feel even worse so he just released and dropped his head and arms. He was limp in the arms of the boys, experiencing the worst pain he could possibly imagine. He desperately wanted to curl over and cup his balls but he couldn’t fight them. His arms were sore above him and Ricky’s eyes were wet with tears. He dropped spit in the sand beneath again as he lifted his head up and the boys planted him more steadily, lifting him by his shoulders.
Ricky looked ahead just in time to see Nash savagely swing his foot out in a kick, striking hard into his balls. Ricky saw it coming and time froze as he watched it rising up and up between his legs. His bulge hung between his legs, his half-broken right testicle crying in his sack as Nash’s shin drove up and totally crushed his balls, lifting him up by the force of his attack.
The impact of the kick felt as if a flashbang exploded inside Ricky and at the same time, every nerve in his body got twisted at the same time and then immediately sunk into the pits of acid and hell. Ricky’s cry sounded like a mutated hybrid of animals that failed to survive its birth deformity. Ricky’s body fell totally limp after the kick and the boys looked to Nash for direction. Nash commanded them to try and help him walk over to the girls. The girls all cried and laughed in fear, as they boys playfully tried to drag Ricky by his shoulders over to the girls. But Ricky’s head was down and his feet barely shifted as they pulled. Then, they dropped him and he fell to the floor, a bloodied mess. He was too defeated and pained to make a noise. It was just impossible to exude the energy it took.
Ricky laid on the beach, and then Nash took everyone and left Ricky where he laid. Ricky laid there until he could pull his hands to his testicles and cupped them. He cried and coughed into the sandy ground, shivering on this hot, brutal day at the beach.
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