"Oh, what do we have here?"
Sammy looked over, frightened. He saw Ben grab his battery powered model train. It only had a few train cars, but it was fun because it was pretty big and made cool noises. But Sammy didn't like how Ben was holding it. He held it by the engine up in the air with all the cars still attached, swinging below.
"Unnnnnggh..." Sammy's groin still pulsed with pain.
"Oh, don't worry little guy! I'm not going to break your train, just your balls!"
"Ooooh, nooooo," Sammy sniffled, "not again!"
"Oh yes, this train is always on time. It hits every stop in boyville."
Ben grabbed Sammy's legs and pulled them apart, letting his busted balls dangle down to the floor. He pushed the boy's limp body back to the table and tied each foot to a table leg. Sammy squirmed a bit, but he was so tired and weak he could barely move.
"There we go! That looks like a good train stop!" Ben said, examining Sammy's package. He set the train down on the floor, aiming it right at Sammy's nuts. He turned it on and let it go. The train sped right into Sammy's testicles, knocking them with the pointy guard in the front.
*SLAM*
"UUNGGH!" Sammy's lungs let all the air out at once as he felt the sharp pain stabbing up from his balls into his abdomen. He bent over as far as he could, wincing from the searing, throbbing pain.
"Haha! Perfect shot! Let's make it go faster!"
Ben pulled the train back into position and let it fly again, but it missed its mark. Sammy braced himself for impact and twitched when it only hit his leg. Ben tried a few more times but just couldn't get that lucky shot again. Sammy's face got scared every time the train raced toward his exposed crotch.
"Damnit!" Ben really wanted to make this kid's balls pay. He looked over and saw the train tracks in the next room. He ran over, scooped them up, and set them up in front of Sammy. He left the end open, stopping just inches from Sammy's bare naked balls.
It took a bit, but Ben got the train set on the track with all the cars attached. He turned it on and even started up the sound. He let the train go, chugging down the track.
*Chga-Chga, chga-chga*
*Chga-Chga, chga-chga*
The train got closer and closer. Sammy frowned and shook his head as he watched the train headed straight for his nuts.
*SMASH*
"Oof!" Sammy shuddered with pain.
The train smacked right into Sammy's sore balls again. It was faster this time, being on the tracks, and it hit its targets dead on. Sammy's legs moved in as much as they could, trying to shield his balls.
"Ooh! That one was pretty good! Let's see how fast it can go!"
Sammy whimpered, helplessly.
Ben set up the train again, but without all the cars. Only the engine would be moving this time.
Sammy turned his head to the side, trying to ignore the train altogether. It didn't work. Ben launched it forward and it picked up speed fast. It jumped off the end of the line right into Sammy's sad sack of dumplings.
*CRUNCH*
"OOOH! My balls!" Sammy yelled out with his voice getting more high-pitched.
Sammy started crying. Unable to cover or protect his tender jewels, the pain train derailing right into his nutsack was too much to handle. But then it got worse. The train was still on, trying to chug away. The wheels kept spinning and they were crammed right up in Sammy's crotch. His loose sack got caught and the wheels pulled his balls tighter and tighter until they were stuck.
"AHHH! Oh my God! My balls! Let go of my balls!"
Ben looked up close. The train wheels were humming, trying to move. Sammy's nuts were tight, locked right up against them. His sack was jammed up in the back wheel, pinched. He grabbed the whole train engine and pulled.
"Ooowww! OOOWW!"
"C'mon you stupid train, let go!" Ben yanked and pulled at the train, stretching Sammy's nuts and making the perfect orbs highlighted in the center like a couple of fried eggs.
"I said let GO!" Ben raised his fist high up in the air, ready to punch down on Sammy's stretched out nutsack.
"NO WAIT! NO!" Sammy watched in horror as Ben's fist slammed down onto his balls. It felt like they got smashed completely flat as his sack pulled out of the train wheels at last.
In a super high pitch, Sammy squealed, "ARHHHG!" His mouth was open as wide as possible, letting the singing scream of pain escape his throat for all to hear. The other boys, still sitting around the table, all winced at the sound of their youngest brother getting his balls busted.
With the train back in his hands, Ben looked at Sammy's face. The boy was hunched over, trying to puke.
"Huh. I think there's still just a little life left in those balls. Whaddya say, Sammy? Wanna try one more thing to make those nuts dead?"
Since Sammy's balls were so saggy now, getting them super tight up into his groin could be fun to watch. Yeah, a cold shower and some ice would do the trick.
Or maybe he could just tie Sammy's nuts up to his bed and let him dangle by his balls for a bit.
Or maybe just see what happens when he places a chair on Sammy's nuts and sits down.
Or maybe it would be fun to make Sammy decide.
"How about it, Sammy? Choose one, two, or three. You got ten seconds before I choose all of em!"
Sammy didn't understand what the numbers were for, but he knew he didn't want them all. Quietly, he whispered...
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