My Bf's Ex 01: Meeting Braxton

*All characters and events are entirely imaginary. Braxton is the same character from the BeanerTrainer series.

Edgar: 22yo 5'8"

Carlos: 22yo 5'7"

Braxton: 20yo 5'0"

My boyfriend, Carlos, and I, Edgar, are both gay latinos. We've been together for four months and we've gotten to know each other very well. He talked about how toxic his ex was but didn't mention anything specific. He was just glad to be away from him. His ex was supposed to be in jail, which is why he surprised us when he showed up at my bf's dorm room one night.

My boyfriend and I were cuddling in bed before he had to go to his night shift. His ex then opened the door. His ex still had the door key because he had it with him when he was arrested.

"What are you doing here?" My boyfriend asked his ex.

"I'm out of jail." Braxton responded.

"You can't be here. We broke up months ago."

"Well, I have no place to stay."

I was so surprised when I saw his ex. He was just a scrawny, 5'0" white trash looking guy. My boyfriend made him seem like he was a very domineering and intimidating person. My boyfriend and I are at least 5'7" and definitely stronger than this guy. I'm glad he's not a tough-looking guy. He had some long blond chin hairs that made him look unkempt.

"I know you still love me bitch." Braxton told my bf.

"Fuck off! I'm his boyfriend now." I had to chime in.

"Who's this guy?" Braxton pointed to me.

"He's my boyfriend." Carlos explained.

"Since when do you like latinos?" Braxton asked.

This confused me a bit because Carlos never mentioned not liking latinos before.

"Go away or I'm calling the cops!" Carlos yelled.

"Call the cops then! I know you won't! I know you miss me!" Braxton yelled.

I was now able to see what he meant by how toxic his ex was. He was so mean and rude. I grabbed my phone and started dialing the campus police but my boyfriend stopped me.

"No, just don't give him attention." Carlos whispered.

"See! He still misses me! I bet his dick is hard right now!" Braxton smiled.

"Just go away!" Carlos yelled at him.

"Where's my toys!?" Braxton yelled.

"Oh my god! I threw them away!" Carlos yelled back.

"Liar! I know you still have them!" Braxton said as he started going through the drawers and throwing clothes out.

Carlos and I stayed under the blanket watching Braxton making a mess.

"Fine! I put them under the bed!" Carlos yelled.

"Pull them out!" Braxton yelled.

"You can get them yourself!" Carlos yelled back.

"Make your boyfriend get them!"

"Fine. If it'll make you go away!" I said frustrated.

"They're inside the small luggage." Carlos whispered to me.

I got out of the bed and towered over Braxton. I couldn't comprehend how this small guy has never had the shit beaten out of him. His big mouth made me want to punch him in the face but I just wanted him gone. I get on the floor and search for the luggage. I made two mistakes. One was wearing just boxers and the other was putting myself in a vulnerable position in front of Braxton. I felt Braxton's hand go up my right leg hole and grab my nuts. He pulled them back and I started yelling in pain. I closed my legs but it didn't lessen the pain. I was trapped under the bed with my balls at his mercy.

"These bull nuts are mine!" Braxton said as he slapped them with his other hand.

I was in so much pain but I couldn't move. Braxton was keeping me under the bed by using his body.

"Oh my god! Leave him alone!" My boyfriend yelled at Braxton.

"I see why he's your boyfriend. He's got some huge spic nuts ha ha ha!" Braxton spoke back.

I heard Braxton call me a slur but my balls hurt too much to be angry at that. I just wanted him to let go of my balls. Braxton finally let go of them and my stomach hurt. I still pulled the luggage from under the bed and gave it to Braxton. Braxton grabbed it and just left it next to the bed. I wanted to punch Braxton in the face or gut so bad. Someone really needed to teach this white weakling a lesson.

"Good bitch!" Braxton told me.

"Who the fuck are you calling a bitch!?" I asked

"You! Who else!"

"Get the fuck out before I fuck you up!" I yelled angrily.

"I'm sleeping here tonight."

"No you're not!"

"It's not your room."

Braxton was right. It wasn't my room, it was my boyfriend's room.

"Get out!" My boyfriend yelled.

"I know you miss me!" Braxton kept pushing.

Braxton jumps in bed while Carlos is still on it and pulls the blanket down revealing my boyfriend in just his boxers. Carlos was laying on his side. I was now standing in front of the bed. I see Braxton reach around Carlos and pinch his nipples.

"I know you missed me!" Braxton keeps saying.

I'm shocked to see another bold move from Braxton. Carlos starts to moan, unable to fight against the stimulation on his sensitive nipples. Braxton starts to dry hump my boyfriend as they both lay on their sides. Braxton has shorts on but it still infuriates me.

"Hey! Stop!" I say to Braxton.

"What are you still doing here!?" Braxton says back to me.

I go to the side where Braxton is and I grab him by the back of the shirt. I try pulling him off the bed but he has his arms wrapped around my boyfriend.

"Come on bitch, I have no place to stay." Braxton whispers into my boyfriend's ear.

I was hoping my boyfriend wouldn't sympathize with Braxton but he eventually agreed to let Braxton sleep in the dorm, at least for tonight. Braxton used the other bed because my boyfriend didn't share the dorm this semester. Braxton also moved the luggage with his things under that bed. Braxton also kept laughing at videos on his phone while laying in bed. He had the volume up as if he was the only one in the room.

"Can you shut up!" I told Braxton.

"Fuck off spic!" Braxton told me.

I couldn't believe that he would use that slur. There were two latinos in the room who were much bigger than him.

"That's what I thought!" Braxton cockily said.

"Just ignore him." My boyfriend whispered to me.

"Didn't you hear what he said?" I whispered back.

"He's just a dick."

"Why did you let him stay here?"

"I felt bad making him sleep out on the streets."

"It's not that cold outside." I argued back.

"Don't be mean." My boyfriend said.

I started to grind against my boyfriend's ass in bed but he said he didn't feel like doing that tonight. We cuddled a bit more until he had to get dressed for his night shift. I kissed him goodbye for the night and was now stuck in his dorm with a stranger.

"What were you in jail for?" I asked, trying to make a nice conversation.

"None of your fucking business!" Braxton responded.

"You got a big mouth, huh."

"Fuck off."

"I want you to leave." I tried standing up for myself.

"Your boyfriend let me stay here." Braxton responded.

"I don't care. I don't want you here."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"I'm gonna wipe that smirk off your stupid face."

"You're just a bitch. You don't have the balls to do anything."

"What are these then!?" I pulled my balls out of my boxer's waistband and quickly flashed them.

Braxton just laughs loudly.

"Those aren't your balls. They're mine." Braxton mocks.

"The fuck!" I responded.

"You just need to be tamed like a real bull." Braxton mock again.

"What the hell are you saying?"

I was confused by Braxton's words. I couldn't tell if he was being literal. I just wanted to teach this arrogant white boy a lesson. I decided to sleep hoping my anger would settle down in the morning.

I woke up to loud music and saw it was still dark. I checked my phone and it was just two o'clock in the morning. I turned to check the other bed and saw Braxton laying on his side sleeping with his phone on with loud volume. I started to wonder what was inside the luggage and convinced myself to try and see what was inside.

I quietly got out of my bed and tiptoed close to Braxton's bed. I then bent over to reach under the bed. I couldn't see well under the bed but it seemed like Braxton pushed the luggage up against the wall. I had to crawl a bit more but I stopped when I heard Braxton moving around in his bed. I touch the luggage but then I feel my boxers get pulled down. I feel something going around my balls and then tightening and then being pulled.

"I got you!" I heard Braxton yell.

I couldn't believe it. I fell for this same trap again but this time it felt like something was tied around my balls. I started to grunt in pain and could hear Braxton saying things.

"What are you doing under there!? Trying to steal my shit!?" Braxton angrily said.

"No..!" I grunted with my whole body under the bed.

I was on my hands and knees under the bed and my balls were being pulled behind me.

"Get out of there!" Braxton yelled.

I was easily able to walk back as I threw the luggage out from under the bed. Once my back was outside, I felt Braxton sit on it. He then grabbed my hair and told me to not move. I of course, started trying to throw him off my back but he had a tight grip on my hair and the leash around my balls. It hurt so much that it made me angrier but he only pulled harder. The boxer pulled down on my knees just made it harder for me to try standing up. Braxton would bounce down hard to add his weight and it was starting to tire me out. I hated that he had me in this position. It was completely unfair. I could beat his bony ass. He had to pull a sneaky move like this just to get an upper hand.

"We can do this until you tire out." Braxton calmly said.

I hated his condescending tone. He thought he was going to get his way. It just made me want to throw him off my back even more. His bony ass was starting to hurt my back. My balls and head were hurting the most. The room was dark, which made it feel even more surreal. Eventually I gave in from the pain and tiredness. I stopped trying to shake him off me.

"Are you all tired out?" Braxton said,

"Fuck you." I said tiredly.

"You have a big mouth, don't you?" Braxton said as he pulled my hair back.

"Fuck you!" I said again.

"We can do it the easy way or hard way."

"Fuck you bitch!" I told him.

Braxton starts to move his weight towards my neck and it makes me bow my head down. The rope on my balls is taut and it feels like my balls are going to be ripped off. Braxton squeezes my head with his thighs but he accidentally slips off of my head and now stands on the floor. I pull the rope from his hands and stand up. I look down and see that there is a rope around my scrotum making my balls stick out. Braxton walks towards his bed. He reaches for the luggage and places it on his bed and then calmly sits on the bed.

"Are you fucking serious!?" I told him.

"Come here!" Braxton snaps his fingers and points down.

I thought that this bitch couldn't be serious after all that. Who did he think he was being so demanding? I undid the rope tied around my balls and pulled my boxers on but Braxton still remained sitting down on the bed.

"Come here spic bull!" Braxton demanded as he snapped his fingers again.

I could see Braxton's face in the dark and he looked dead serious. I started questioning why I never did anything back after the two times he caused pain to my balls. I wondered why he wanted me to come close to him. Braxton opens the luggage away from my view. He pulls out something too small to see and then closes it.

"I won't ask again." Braxton says as he motions his index finger for me to come.

I walk closer to him and I tower above him. He remains seated but reaches up to pinch my nipples. It felt good. I liked it for some reason. There was something about Braxton just taking what he wants that made me feel weird. Braxton reaches his hands on his bed and there's a chain sound. He puts one clamp on each one of my nipples and they're attached by a chain. He pulls on the chain a bit and I groan. Why does this feel good?

"You like that?" Braxton says.

"No." I lied.

"I know you do. I'll make you love me."

I groan louder as Braxton pulls a bit harder on the chain. He was sitting right in front of me looking very punchable.

"Get on my lap." Braxton demands.

I shake my head no. I didn't want to get on any man's lap. I don't know how he isn't intimidated by me. I was definitely much stronger than him and he had caused me so much pain earlier. I would never talk shit to a guy bigger than me. He pulls the nipple chain down but I resist. It hurts but it feels so good on my nipples.

"I love a bull that fights back." Braxton said with a smirk.

He was so condescending. I thought of grabbing him and throwing him out of the dorm room but he would probably spend all night knocking on the door.

"It's late. I'm going to sleep." Braxton says.

He removes the nipple clamps and puts it away in his luggage. He zips it close and puts it under his blanket. He turns away from me and lays on the bed.

I go back to my bed and lay down. My balls still hurt just a bit. I started to wonder why my boyfriend never mentioned anything specific. Braxton just seems off. It seems like he's never been told 'no' or 'taught a lesson.' I went to sleep trying to find out what my boyfriend saw in him.