Crime and punishment at the gym

James and Daisy were at their regular late evening gym session.  They preferred coming in the evenings when it was a bit quieter and less hectic.  They were both in their work out gear, but they were just chatting when the gym manager, Marcus, walked over and greeted them.

“How are you Marcus?” Daisy asked, “You look tired”

“Yeah, I am,” Marcus sighed, running his hand through his thick, curly, black hair, “Do you two mind locking up for me this evening?  I’d like to get home a little early and I doubt we’ll be getting anyone else this late.”

“Sure, we’d be happy to lock up for you Marcus,” James replied.

“Great, do you still have the spare key I gave you?”

“I think so,” Daisy said, “Just let me check my bag.”

She jogged off to the locker room and a few minutes later they heard her call back that she did indeed have it.

“Fantastic!  Well, I’ll be off then, have fun and don’t stay too late.”

“Do you think he’s alright?” Daisy asked as Marcus waved at them and walked out of the gym.

“I think he’s a bit stressed.  Whatever it is hopefully it’ll work out in a few days,” James said reassuringly.

They had known Marcus for years, long before he had opened the gym, and he was a good friend of theirs.  When they had heard that he was opening a gym near where they lived of course they had started going there.  Running the place by himself was hard work though and they were happy to lend a hand on occasions like this.

“I hope so,” Daisy said as she wandered over to the treadmills

“James, weren’t you saying the other day you would help me with my technique?”

“Sure thing, dear.”

Daisy got up on the treadmill and started jogging while James watched from the side and pointed out what she was doing well and what could be improved.  After a little while he wandered around to the back of the treadmill.

He frowned a little, “Hmm, your posture isn’t quite right, but I’m not quite sure how to explain it.”

“Well, why don’t you show me then?”

James shrugged and stepped up onto the treadmill, putting his feet on the sides so that they were off the moving surface.

“Here”, he said and gently took hold of her body and adjusted her position slightly.

A soft ‘oof’ escaped James’ lips as Daisy kicked her leg slightly higher and caught him in the groin.  It wasn’t a very hard kick, but the thin basketball shorts he was wearing offered very little protection.

Daisy giggled and James smiled wryly.  “This was just an excuse to get me up here wasn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Daisy replied coyly.

James glanced around quickly.  “I’m not sure we should.”

Daisy groaned melodramatically.  “Come on James, there’s no one else here and it’s almost closing time anyway, no one else is going to show up.”

“Oh, ok then.”

They carried on like that for about half an hour.  There was some real instruction going on, but every so often Daisy would kick a little higher and James’ balls would bounce in his shorts.

James glanced at his watch.  It was very nearly closing time now and he was thinking they should stop soon.  Just then Daisy kicked a little harder and he gripped the bars of the treadmill tight.  His balls were really feeling the kicks now.  They could continue this when they got home if Daisy wanted to.  He was just about to say something when his balls exploded in a tidal wave of pain.  He glanced down to see that a large steel-toed work boot had appeared between his legs.  It stayed there for a moment before dropping away and out of sight again.  He knew he should move and warn Daisy, but the pain froze him in place.  A couple of seconds later the boot reappeared again, thundering into his nuts.  The impact was enough this time to actually lift him off his feet and the pain was so intense a corner of his mind wondered whether his balls would still be there afterwards.  This time when the boot disappeared again his knees gave way and he crumpled to the floor with a crash.

The noise startled Daisy and she turned around.  Fortunately for her she had the presence of mind to jump off the treadmill or she would have ended up in a heap on the floor too.  Unfortunately for James she landed with both feet right in his groin causing him to moan pathetically.  She quickly jumped off him when she realised, but nonetheless all James could do was curl up in a foetal ball holding his nuts.

Their assailant laughed uproariously at James’ misfortune, and Daisy got a good look at him for the first time.

“Greg,” Daisy said, putting as much disdain into her voice as she could, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to Marcus.”

“Yeah, well Marcus isn’t here and I seriously doubt he wanted to talk to you anyway.”

Greg had been trying to get Marcus to sell up for months and Marcus wasn’t budging.  Daisy strongly suspected that Greg had been planning to come just before closing this evening to try to intimidate him.  Greg admittedly was quite an intimidating man.  He was a little shorter than James but he was built like the side of a house.  His t-shirt was tight around his biceps and across his chest and the cargo shorts he was wearing showed off the powerful muscles in his legs.  Muscles that he had just used to drive the heavy, steel-toed work boots he was wearing into James’ unsuspecting nuts.

Greg just shrugged.  “Whatever, anyway I always knew you were freaks,” he aimed a kick at James’ side, “Hey, I thought you liked getting your balls busted?”

“Leave him alone!”

“Why don’t you make me,” he said with a predatory grin.

“Gladly.”

Daisy was absolutely furious.  No one liked Greg anyway, and no one kicked James’ balls but her.  She would never hurt James this badly either, she knew his limits very well and this was definitely past them.  She kicked off her sneakers and took up a karate stance.

“Oh, so the little girl does karate, does she?” Greg said mockingly.  He raised his fists and bounced on the balls of his feet in a classic pugilist’s posture.

Without warning Greg shot out a quick right jab, but Daisy managed to get her arm up and block it.  The impact was still quite jarring though, knocking her back a step.  Daisy knew she was going to have to rely on speed and quick reflexes here.  Greg threw a few more short, conservative punches testing her defences, which she either dodged or blocked and then perhaps getting a bit frustrated he swung his left arm in a wide sweep.  Daisy saw her chance, ducked under it and hit him hard in the chest with the heel of her hand.  It winded Greg slightly, but it also clearly made him angry.

He took a step back and swung his right boot in a roundhouse kick at her head.  She quickly ducked under it, she knew that if she got hit with one of those boots that would probably be the end of the fight.  He tried it again, but this time he hadn’t quite balanced himself properly and there wasn’t so much force in it.  As she ducked again she grabbed his ankle at the top of its arc and pushed toward him.  He was definitely unbalanced now and couldn’t do much other than wave his arms.  With a nice, open target she shot out her own right foot straight into his balls.  He grunted in pain and she threw his foot back.  He fell to the floor heavily and clutched his balls.

“How do you like it!” Daisy taunted.

“You bitch!  You’re going to pay for that.”

He picked himself up of the floor and the two of them circled each other.  He was furious now, but also more cautious and both his feet stayed firmly on the ground.  Greg threw several conservative punches, which Daisy dodged, then he launched a kick again.  This time rather than being aimed high it was aimed at her leg.  She managed to get out of the way but she hadn’t been expecting it and was now out of position and off balance.  Seizing the opportunity Greg roared and grabbed hold of her, spinning her round and wrapping her in a crushing bear hug.

Daisy could barely breathe, but she had one chance.  When Greg had grabbed her, he had trapped her hands behind her and with effort she managed to move them enough that they level with his groin.  She grabbed his nuts with both hands and squeezed as hard as she could.  Greg grunted in her ear and she felt the strength of his hold weaken slightly.  She continued squeezing until his grip weakened a bit more then she jumped up and slammed her head back into his nose.  He let her go completely and staggered back, clutching his face. 

As soon as she was free of Greg’s grip she spun around and drove her foot into his balls as hard as she could.  Now he brought his hands back down to clutch his nuts.  She launched her own roundhouse kick and hit him square in the side of the head.  He collapsed to the floor in a heap, not quite unconscious but definitely severely dazed.

She couldn’t risk him getting back up again, and glancing around quickly she spotted a skipping rope someone had left out.  She grabbed it and used it to tie him to one of the weightlifting machines as best she could.  It was bolted to the floor so there was no chance he’d be able to move it, she just hoped her knots were tight enough.

With Greg hopefully immobilised for the moment she could finally catch her breath and turned back to James, who has now stirring slightly.

“Are you ok, honey?” She asked helping him to sit up.

“Ugh, I think so.  Are you ok?  Where is he?”

“I’m fine.  I managed to get him tied up over there.”

“That’s my girl,” James said with a pained chuckle, “Who was it anyway?”

“Greg.”

“Ugh, that stupid bastard.”

“I know.  But how is everything, y’know, downstairs?” Daisy asked with a worried frown.

“Really sore, I don’t think we’re going to be having any fun for a while,” James said with a weak smile.

“I don’t care about that, I just care that you’re ok.  Let me take a little look.”

She gently pulled down James’ basketball shorts and his boxers.  His balls were swollen and red, and definitely very tender, but everything seemed to be intact.  Daisy grabbed some painkillers from her bag and they sat there for a few minutes until they heard Greg moan.

“Help me up,” James asked, grabbing hold of one of the bars of the treadmill to haul himself to his feet.

Daisy grabbed his other arm and helped him up.

“Are you sure you should be getting up yet?”

“I’ll be ok.  I want to see the bastard.”

He was still shaky, but he didn’t seem to be in danger of falling down again, so Daisy helped him over to where she had tied Greg up.  He checked the knots and tightened them a bit, then sat down on a bench opposite the weightlifting machine.

“What are you thinking?” Daisy asked.

James was eyeing Greg’s boots.  “I’m thinking I want some revenge.  I think there’s still some rope in my bag from when we went rock climbing, can you fetch it for me?”

By the time Daisy got back with the rope James was feeling a bit better, the painkillers were starting to kick in and that helped a lot.  He wrapped the rope tight around Greg’s body, arms and the weightlifting machine, completely pinning him in place.  Then he pulled off Greg’s boots and used a couple of shorter lengths of rope to tie his ankles to a couple of the other machines so that they were spread wide apart and he couldn’t move his legs.  James slipped off his trainers and put on Greg’s boots.  They were a size too small, but he wasn’t going to be wearing them for long so that was not a problem.  Finally, he sat back down on the bench with Daisy to wait for Greg to wake up properly.

The first thing Greg saw when he came back to his senses was James sitting opposite him wearing his work boots.

“Hey, those are my boots!” Then he realised that he was tied up.  “Hey, what are you playing at?”

“I think,” James said dryly, “that it’s time you got a taste of your medicine, that’s what.”

Greg noticed the ropes holding his ankles apart and his eyes widened.  His balls were already a little sore from the fight with Daisy and as James got up off the bench and stood between his legs all he could do was stare at those boots, his boots, and he got very nervous.

“Hey, James man, this is all just a misunderstanding.  I thought you liked that stuff, right?”

“With Daisy, sure, but you aren’t Daisy.”

James flexed the toes of Greg’s boots and Greg winced in anticipation.  Then he drew his leg back and powered the boot in Greg’s balls.  He was still in pain himself so the kick was a lot less strong than the ones that Greg had used on him, but a steel-toed boot meeting your balls is always a painful prospect and Greg swore loudly.  James pulled his foot back and kicked again three more times each impact landing with a meaty thud.

“Please man, my nuts can’t take much more of this, I’m not used to it like you are,” Greg pleaded.

“You should have thought of that before you kicked me and tried to beat up my girlfriend.”

James launched another four powerful kicks into Greg’s balls.  Greg was now moaning pitifully.  James couldn’t help but notice that that the bulge in Greg’s shorts was swelling more than could be accounted for by just his bruised balls.  He took a step back again and regarded Greg for a moment.

“What is it, honey?” Daisy asked.

“You know I think he’s actually enjoying this,” he fired another kick into Greg’s swollen nuts, “And he said we’re the freaks.”

Another couple of kicks later and Daisy could see the tent in Greg’s shorts too.

“I think you’re right.  That must be getting in the way though.  Here,” she leant down, stuck her hand down Greg’s shorts and grabbed his dick, pulling it up so it was trapped by the waistband and out of the way of his nuts.  Greg protested, but she didn’t pay any attention to him.

“Good thinking.”

James powered the steel-toe into Greg’s balls three more times and it was clear Greg was feeling it more now as he howled in pain.  His dick didn’t lose any of its hardness though and actually it was twitching slightly now.

“I wonder if you can kick the cum out of him,” Daisy mused, smiling.  She was quite enjoying watching her boyfriend pound this asshole’s nuts with his own boots.

“Let’s find out.”

Another half a dozen kicks later and they found out as Greg’s dick erupted, coating his chin and chest.  James fired one more kick into Greg’s busy balls, but honestly he wasn’t sure if Greg even noticed.  He shook his head, his anger mostly spent and sat back down, taking off Greg’s boots and placing them between his spread legs.  He and Daisy collected their bags and were just about to leave when Greg came out of his post-orgasmic haze.

“Hey!  Aren’t you going to untie me?”

James turned his head and called back, “I know how much you’ve been bothering Marcus so I think I’ll let him decide what he wants to do with you in the morning.  Maybe he’ll want to have a go too.”

They left a note for Marcus explaining what had happened and locked the door.  Daisy took James’ arm as they walked down the street back home.

“So, what did you think about your first time as a ballbuster?”

“I kind of enjoyed it actually,” James admitted.

Daisy smiled.  “Maybe we can do it again some time.”