Cattle Crush (M/M) (by Jamie www.kramtoad.com)

Internationalisation:
football = soccer
cattle crush = squeeze chute
football boots = soccer cleats.

There are probably more, but I think these are the main ones.

This is a work of complete fiction and I have waffled on a bit, I hope
you enjoy it.

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College was a mad time, and being enrolled in a sports course was just
heaven, playing sport almost everyday, different sports each semester,
it was worth having to do all the academic stuff for the physical
parts of the timetable we all enjoyed.

We were all eighteen or nineteen years old, from a mix of backgrounds,
my father had worked as a road repairer, whereas John came from a
wealthy banking family (his family were not too happy that he was not
on a business related course) and in the middle of the mix, fellow
students like Windy - a farmers son.

We all engaged in a bit of horsing around in the changing room after
whatever sport we were learning about and trying, from time to time we
all got a towel flicked into our nuts, or indeed flicked a towel into
one of our classmates nuts. We all took it in good humour, or rather
we accepted it as everyone except the victim found the nut shots
funny. As the college year progressed it became obvious that one of
our number went what was considered "a bit over the top" with his
nailing the others.

Eddie as we called him (he name was not Eddie, we just called him that
because his last name was Stobart) not only nutted us all on a very
regular basis, but he broke the unwritten, unsaid rule - no nutting
before the game. No one else hit his fellow students in the nuts
before exercise, as already mentioned, we all found it funny after the
match, more so if the recipient ended up walking gingerly for a while,
but before exercise interrupted what we all enjoyed - sports.

We were all getting changed into our rugby gear one morning when, I
think it was Keith observed

"Eddie's not here. At least I won't have to guard my nuts until after
practice" he said with a big grin on his face.

That one comment started a whole days conversation, it was all we
talked about before practice, after practice, during lunch, between
classes that afternoon and at the pub after college.

It was decided that Eddie needed teaching a lesson, it was not a case
of payback, we all agreed that the odd tap to the nuts did not do
anyone any harm. It turned out that several of the other students had
asked him to lay-off the before exercise hits and that he had
continued to do them.

The consensus was that we wanted Eddie to be nutted a few times, then
have to play some sort of sport, so he knew how much it hurt and
ruined the play for the player.

The only problem was how to do it, we did not want to hit him before
an inter-college or important game, but likewise, we wanted to hit him
before something fairly important so he still had to play hard. If we
hit him before practice, he would just take the practice session slowly.

In the end, it was decided a game of mud football would be good for a
laugh, basically a game of football in a really muddy field. Windy
said he could provide the venue at his fathers farm, there was a lake
there so afterwards, we could just jump in to get the majority of the
mud off.

The competition aspect was decided that the loosing team would shave -
everything from the neck down! Someone did suggest that should tell
Eddie this to provide an incentive for him to play hard, but not
actually do it. Unfortunately, nearly all of us had consumed two or
three beers by this point, so a sober Ben was overruled. Ben agreed to
go along with it, after all if he was going to be on the loosing team,
he would not be the only hairless one in the changing room.

The "educational" aspect was also going to be partly provided by
Windy's fathers farm equipment. Windy explained (so badly that the
others started to search the internet on their phones) that they had a
cattle crush on the farm. Essentially, the cow walks in one end and
his head gets trapped between two closing doors at the other end,
rendering the animal trapped and allowing veterinary treatment or
branding or whatever farmers do to cattle!

Everyone loved the cattle crush idea.

It was decided that we would play football, during the half time, all
the players would simply pick Eddie up and force him into the device.
Someone would explain our problem with Eddie, to Eddie and then kick
him in the nuts a few times and make him play the second half. Which
he would have to do or face having a neck down shave.

John arrived back from the bar with another load of drinks, John
although from a banking family, was one of the lads. The main
difference is that he was well spoken and obviously intelligent, but
always wore nice clothes. Most of the others were not too bothered if
the tracksuit bottoms they all wore were a bit ripped or worn, but
John always somehow looked like he was wealthy. At first sight he was
just like the others tracksuit, cool haircut (they all spent too much
time on their hair!), nineteen years old, blonde and about 5'10", he
tanned really easily, even in the winter he looked to have a just come
back from holiday. He interrupted the others and asked

"Can we do something about his hair, whilst we are sorting him out?"

The others just burst out laughing, Eddie has the worst hair of any of
them, a sort of frizzy, curly, dark black mess. It would look better
in almost any style as it always looked like he had just got out of
bed and did not have enough time to even run a comb through it.

Eddie had in the past (and even currently) taken quite a lot of stick
about his hair, the others said it was not the right image when
playing other teams. Eddie would love to do something cool with his
hair, but never had the nerve to actually change styles, he had always
had this hair.

"If you can get out of him what style, any style, anything, then I
will get my girlfriend to do it whilst he is still locked up, she'll
get a kick out of it" Dave shouted out to John.

The others agreed, that was a plan. Hair, nuts, mud, footy, shaving,
it was going to be a laugh. We decided to have the match a week on
Saturday, that should give us about 10 days to persuade Eddie,
although we all knew that Eddie would agree to the mud football, we
were not so sure about the shaving.

The mud footy was mentioned to Eddie the next day at college, and he
thought it would be good for a laugh, the losers shaving would be
great, he would nail the opposing team in the nuts as much as possible
so his team won, after that he would be able nail some hairless, naked
nuts in the changing rooms.

During the week, John managed to get some of the other classmates to
have a go at Eddie's hair again, after which, John asked him if he had
ever thought of doing something with his hair. Remarkably candidly,
Eddie admitted he had thought about short and possibly spiky as it
would be easier to manage and dry after a game, but did not feel brave
enough to actually change style.

"Little does he know" thought John.

The day of the match arrived, Eddie was the last to arrive (but then
he would be, we had arranged to get there half an hour early to have a
look at the cattle cage thing). Before he got there, we had decided to
split into teams, obviously the team with Eddie on would be at a bit
of a disadvantage in the second half, there was going to be twenty of
us (including Eddie). Eighteen of us tossed a coin, heads for team A,
tails for team B, it was decided to let Eddie toss the coin to get
into one of the teams, and Devon who did not get to toss the coin,
would go in the other team.

Only after all this, and indeed Eddies flip of the coin, did someone
work out that Devon had a far greater chance than the others of being
on the winning team, as no matter what happened, he would be on the
opposite team to Eddie.

What was done, was done, we could not be bothered working out the
teams again!

Windy then lead us all away from the farm yard to the mud pitch. We
could not believe it, there was an enormous ploughed field, in the
corner of this field was the area that Windy had prepared for us.
There was certainly a lot of mud and not a blade of grass in sight.

Windy explained, that during the last week or so, the area had been
ploughed from each direction to break up the soil, some fantastically
complicated looking machine over on the far side of the field had been
used to remove all but the smallest stones, a digger had been used to
create a couple of deep (4 feet deep!) mud pits and the whole area had
been watered for about a week (he only turned off the water this
morning).

There was a goal at each end of the "pitch" made from straw bales on
either side with a plank of wood over the top, there were a couple of
bales at each corner and one either side of the "pitch" to indicate a
centre line. Although not the same size as a proper football pitch, it
was close. A fairly large clock was propped up on one of the corner
bales.

There was a few bales on the side of the field where we could sit to
put on our football boots and leave our belongings, jackets etc.

We had all done the same, put our footballing kit on and then just put
a tracksuit on top for the journey, that way we could be ready without
any messing about and afterwards, could just remove out muddy shirts
and shorts and put the tracksuit back on. Most of us had even cut down
on the standard football kit, when talking about it Windy had warned
us is was going to very messy and he would be wearing his college
shorts (which were regularly getting muddy and it cleaned off without
any problems) and not bothering with anything under them. College
insisted we all wear jockstraps, but we knew that mud seemed
impossible to get out of the white elasticated fabric, and we did not
really want to write off any underwear, so freeballing it was going to
be. Actually it was really freeballing as college shorts were the
cheapest unlined shorts that they could get their hand on, they just
charged us the same price as branded shorts from the sports shop.

We were all taking this game seriously, none of us wanted to be on the
loosing team, although a number of us now knew as they had Eddie in
their team, chances are they would be shaving a lot afterwards.

Another thing we got slightly wrong was the team colours, it had been
arranged before hand that half would wear blue shirts, half red. That
was fine, but then we did the coin tossing thing and the teams had
mixed red and blue shirts. Ben solved that problem when he just pulled
off his red shirt and swapped it with John's blue shirt. Several
others followed and problem solved.

We were all standing there, all thinking the same "this is going to me
messy" when two players in blue shirts let out an "oomph" sound, a red
shirted Eddie stood there grinning.

"In that case, you can be first on the field, grab him" John said

Most of us descended upon Eddie, I thought at that point we may be
taking him straight to the cattle crush, but we just picked him up and
threw in on to the pitch. He landed with a big splat, and sunk into
the mud about six inches.

We all followed Eddie onto the pitch, god it was muddy, we walked on
and immediately sunk in the mud to about half way up our shinpads.
Playing football was not going to be very easy, moving was not very
easy, we did quickly discover that running was possible without
sinking as much as walking carefully and slowly.

The game was on, the reds were playing really hard, knowing that a
heavily busted Eddie would not be of much use in the second half.

During the game, Eddie tried his best to get better odds for his team,
he tried to grab several blue players nuts, but he was used to doing
so when they were wearing jockstraps and their nuts were nicely,
neatly held in a palm sized package. This time the players were
without any protection, but the uncertainty of location actually gave
them more protection against Eddie.

Eddie did get one of our players good, and if it was anyone but Eddie,
we would have described it as an accident. John was going for the ball
Eddie was doing the same when they collided, in a normal match they
would have stayed on their feet, but the slippery mud turned them into
a heap on the ground. John immediately screamed, as Eddie landed elbow
first onto his nuts.

John rolled into a little ball and gasped for breath.

Eddie extended a hand, saying "Sorry Mate, are you OK"

Which might have been better delivered, if there wasn't a mile wide
grin on his face and a glint in his eye.

"Just wait, you'll get yours sooner or later" John said.

It didn't take long for John to get back on his feet, he did observe
that again no jockstrap may have helped - the impact was with Mr
Lefty, Mr Righty got out of the way, something that a jockstrap may
have prevented.

The ball got kicked towards the corner and three players went running
after it, two of them virtually disappeared into one of Windy's mud
pits. I had visions of quick sand and them becoming trapped, but they
managed, they were just completely covered in mud from the nipples
down. Most of us had fallen over or slipped at some point, so we were
all covered in mud, but we were right, with the exception of Eddie
hitting players in the nuts, this game was good natured and we were
all having a good laugh.

We heard the tooting of a car horn, everyone except Eddie knew that
this was Dave's girlfriend the hairdresser.

Looking at the clock showed about ten minutes left in this half, the
reds were winning 2-0, us blues were not too bothered as they would
have a hobbling Eddie for the second half, but even so, to win we
needed to stop the reds scoring and get three goals, this spurred us
on to having a spirited last few minuted of the first half. Although
the score remained the same.

The goalie nearest to the clock declared the first half had ended, not
time for the interval entertainment, sorry, interval education.

We all walked back to the farm yard, we were filthy, but the majority
of the banter was from the reds towards us blues saying that we were
going to be shaved. They may have been right, but they knew what was
going to happen to Eddie, so were speaking a little too soon to tell.

As we got to the farm yard, Dave introduced us all to Jemma his
girlfriend, she took a good look at Eddie's hair and said

"What a lot of mud, you'll need a good wash" whilst ruffling his head.

"Now" someone said, not sure who.

Everyone swung into action and grabbed Eddie for the second time
today, I think he would have preferred the mud to what happened next.
We had all had a good look at the cattle crush before Eddie arrived
earlier, Windy showed us how to use it, the side cages were folded
down so we could carry Eddie right up to the trapping doors. We
quickly got his head in position
and Windy pulled an enormous lever which closed the door around
Eddie's neck. Eddie now had is head trapped, his torso was bent
horizontal at the waist, and his feet were standing on the ground. All
he could see now was the ground, he could hardly move his head.

The language was blue, from one person, the rest of us were grinning
and laughing. Jemma said could he be moved into a more vertical
position. Windy did point out that cattle do not stand on their hind
legs, but release a couple of catches, and started to lift the whole
door assembly from vertical to more like 45 degrees. Doing this forced
Eddie to be bent at a funny shape, but Windy moved the thing until
Eddie could kneel on the ground in a slightly more comfortable
upright-ish position.

"That's the best I can do luv" Windy said to Jenna.

This was going to be a long half time. Jenna said his hair needed
washing and drying, Windy produced a hose pipe and shampoo from
somewhere and whilst Jenna was do the hair washing, arrived with an
extension lead and hair dryer.

Eddie was all "what you going to do?? ..... no...noo....no....let me
go...." and at one point we thought he was on the verge of tears.

Hair clean and dried, Jenna asked what he wanted doing, he just
repeated his pleading to be let go. His pleadings got worse, when
Jenna pointed out to him, "Tell me, or I will do what the others say"

Lots of ideas were shouted out, all just to upset Eddie, lots of
Mohawk or dye it pink suggestions. Everyone knew that John (who Eddie
had elbowed in the nuts only about half an hour ago) had spoken to
Eddie and that Jenna would follow his directions.

Dave said "John got nutted by him, let John decide" which was a bit of
discrete opening for John to give his, or a shy Eddie's suggestions.

John relayed Eddie's "short, possibly spiky" into "Short with spikes"
he then leant down and whispered to Eddie

"and this is for the nut shot", before getting back up and saying to
Jenna "and blonde"

Eddie was horrified, he now knew what the conversation was about
earlier in the week, but he hadn't said anything about blonde, he
wasn't even sure about spikes or even short. Eddie wondered how he was
going to have the nerve to show himself to his family, he knew his dad
would have lots to say on the matter, if it wasn't for his dad he may
have had the nerve to
change his hair himself.

There was a short conversation and indeed a vote from the others when
Jenna asked, "how blonde? blonde spikes, blonde hair, blond on the top
layer of hair and still dark beneath?"

None of us liked the completely blonde idea, and in the end we went
for blonde on the top layer of hair and retaining the dark colour
under it. A couple the group have that sort of dying and it looked
good on them, we were not here to punish his hair, he would look
better once it was done.

Half time was going to be a good hour long.

Jenna did the cutting, then mixed up some dye and did whatever she
did, and then declared that there was a 30-45 minute wait for the dye
to work, during which time we could have him.

Windy got to work on the cattle crush, doors back to vertical, sides
up, Eddies legs spread out and ankles fastened to the sides using
Velcro straps. His wrists were attached at the front of the device
using more Velcro straps. Eddie was ready.

"it's a shame, with bulls, you can see their balls dangling" Windy
observed.

"Well take his shorts off then, we will be able to see what we are
doing better!" a grinning Dan suggested.

This is where Eddie realised we had more in store for him than just a
haircut.

We all agreed with a nod and a grin. Windy undid the Velcro straps,
then Eddie really started to kick and thrash about, but with a bit of
help, Eddie's shorts were removed. Like most of the rest of us, he too
had been freeballing today which made it a bit easier. The Velcro
straps were fastened again, this time we could all see what Windy
meant, the targets were very
inviting.

We all wanted to give him a kick, but nineteen kicks, all with
football boots on, may have been too much. It was decided that those
who he had nutted today should be able to, plus those that have scored
goals in the first half.

This made three blue players and the two red goal scorers. Afterwards,
it was mentioned that his red team mates could have hit him a little
less than hard to increase their chances of winning the game, but they
both said they hit him as hard as they could as he had hit them in the
past. It did not look like the red played pulled their punches (well
kicks).

Somewhere along the line, someone suggested to take it in turns, blue,
red, blue, red and finally blue, so that is what happened.

We explained to Eddie what was about to happen and why, how we were
not bothered and enjoyed the banter and ball hitting that always
occurred. We explained that before the game was just not on and he was
going to see what it was like to play sport when the second half of
the match was played later, with hurting nuts.

The first kicker would be Roger, he got hit just before the game.
Roger was nineteen, dark haired, with a bit of a beard, he was about
six feet tall and although none of the players were particularly well
muscled, he had huge leg muscles as he was a keep competitive cyclist.

Roger's kicking technique was never that good on the field, and it
probably did not help, wearing football boots on a concrete farm yard,
but he ran about six strides, and launched his right football boot
directly into the highly visible, dangling sack.

Eddie must have hard the clackity clack noise of the boots on the
concrete approaching, but I do not think he was ready for the power
behind Roger's kick. If he hadn't been strapped down, he would have
taken off!

"Fuck" was the only word that came out of Eddie's mouth.

Observing the kick was great, the boot went in and hit perfectly the
dangling sack, every muscle tensed as he tried to curl up, but this
cage was designed for a bull. Eddie just had to stand there. I went
round and looked through the side at his nuts, they were tight up to
his body now, his shirt had moved towards his arm pits as his hips
were above his head and I could see his stomach muscles vibrating,
tensing and relaxing. Eddie was in pain, but he was warned and
deserved it.

I was still looking thought the side of the cage when kick number two
arrived. It was the first red goal scorer, Kev, I don't think there
was any holding back. Before the pain had any chance to subside, Kev
planted this enormous kick into the ball sack. It was only seconds
after kick one (maybe a minute) and the nuts and sack were still
shrunken into his pelvis, but it did not offer any protection. The
laces of Kev's Nike boot went into the nut sack and compressed the
whole thing between boot and Eddie's body.

Again, Eddie's muscles went into a spasm, he was shaking from head to
tow, I was beginning to think that he would not even be able to walk,
yet along play the second half of the game when my thoughts were
interrupted by kick three.

Kick three was again only seconds or so after kick two, this time it
was the other blue player who got nailed before the game. Ben, who
wasn't sure about the shaving aspect of the game, was a short (about
5'8") player, but a really fast player, he was quite a hairy chap
(which in hindsight, could explain his initial feelings about shaving)
and had his hair coloured like Eddie was about to! He only took a
couple of steps before kicking as hard as he could into the now,
non-dangling sack. It meant Ben having to kick high, it would have
been a much better kick if the nuts had been about eight inches lower,
but it was still effective, and the reaction was similar to the
previous two kicks except the howl that Eddie let out.

I could see that Eddie's balls were swelling, his sack was bright,
angry red and I think it was getting fuller from the swelling. It
certainly looked larger, on a positive note, probably easier to hit!

Kick four ploughed in as quickly as the previous three, Eddie's red
team make Jack. Jack always had a grin on his face, more so when
hitting people in the nuts, but this time, I noticed he was really
concentrating as he was running towards Eddie. Again a perfect shot,
despite the sack trying to make itself small and hide away, it was
still visible from behind, more so now it was swollen and red. Eddie
again quivered, and shook, and screamed this time. He was now in so
much pain, tears were freely flowing and was sweating so much that a
lot of the mud that was quickly drying on the rest of us, had actually
washed
off.

The last kick was to go to John, who had thoughtfully arranged for
Eddie to have his hair done, to an even higher specification than he
ever dared hope for. John could still feel that he had been elbowed in
the nuts recently, the pain was more or less gone, but the odd twinge
kept reminding him he needed to kick the target well.

Kick five was a lot longer than the others, so far it had been about
four kicks in as many minutes. John walked up to Eddie and said

"I want them dangling, like they were earlier"

With that, he grabbed hold of the bright red sack and swollen nuts and
began rubbing, pulling and massaging them until they were dangling
again. This must have caused pain judging by the movement of Eddie.

With that John turned to move into position to take his run up, but he
kept walking away, there was a few comments that Eddie must have heard
like "where's he going?". A minute or so later, John returned this
time wearing the astro-turf football boots he arrived in, he indicated
for us all to be quiet, he started running, silently compared to the
noise ordinary football boots made. He got up a good fast speed and
kicked like there was no tomorrow into the dangling red target. I
could see it all, the top of the boot make contact with the under side
of the sack, the top of the sack hit Eddie's main body, the boot
continued on its journey upwards, flattening the sack and its ever
swelling contents between foot and pelvis. I think I heard a thud as
John's boot finally made contact with the pelvis, they couldn't have
survived that blow.

John removed his foot, I could see the sack drop slightly, but I did
not know if any permanent damage was done.

There was no new reactions from Eddie, screaming, swearing, sweating,
and violently trying to curl up.

Windy arrived with an odd looking gadget, a strange cranked hand tool
with a look of rubber coming out of one end.

"Do we need this?" he asked

I was the first one to reply "What is it?"

Windy explained it was used to castrate bulls, the rubber goes around
the top of the sack and the crank tightens it so much
that blood supply is totally cut off.

Someone did say "Oh, yea, he needs that", but fortunately, the rest of
us have a little more sense. You could not go around castrating people.

Windy pointed out "Well, if they are busted in there, we may need to
do it to stop the bleeding"

Windy knelt down infront of Eddie and showed him the device, even
pulling the handle and letting the looped tubing get smaller. I
noticed this made Eddie errect, although no one else mentioned the
errecion, we all saw it.

We were all concerned until Windy got on his hands and knees and made
an inspection of the reddened sack and declared they they were both
OK, just a bit swollen.

Jemma re-entered the scene and checked on Eddie's hair, before
declaring it needed about another five minutes.

We just left him in the cattle crush and re-lived the kickings.
Everyone was laughing and happy, except Eddie, but he needed teaching
a lesson.

Jemma washed his hair, dried it and style it. We released Eddie, who
could just about walk. He looked at his nuts with a massive surprise,
they were huge, but we all knew the swelling would go down and
reassured him he would be OK.

He apologised for nutting before games and said he didn't think he
could play the second half. He was put right about this, he was
playing or chances are it would be shaving time for him and his team
mates.

He had forgotten about his hair, until John said "Hair looks great mate"

"Shit, I can't see it, anyone got a mirror" Eddie asked.

Windy came to the rescue again, opened up and old shed with a dirty
mirror on the back of the door. Eddie looked at himself and like what
he saw.

"Thanks for the colouring mate" he said back to John with a huge smile.

"I didn't go too far with that did I?" John asked.

"I wouldn't have had the bollocks to do it myself, but thanks" Eddie said.

At which point, Ben shouted across "you almost didn't have any
bollocks at all!"

Which returned the atmosphere to a light hearted, happy one.

Mud football resumed. Eddie was very slow, but was deliberately passed
the ball on several occasions to get him running about a bit. You
could see the pain in his face.

At the end of the match the score was a draw, two each. No one had
ever thought of a draw, we all went and jumped in the lake to get the
majority of the mud off and discussed what was to happen next. Ben as
predicted lead the "no one gets shaved camp", whilst quite a few
others were undecided and Eddie, probably predictably wanted everyone
shaving.

In the end it was decided to flip a coin, it worked earlier. After all
sorts of objections, it was decided all twenty of us should flip a
coin, if there were a majority of heads we would all shave.

There were eighteen heads, quite a clear shave indicator.

Windy once again, offered the farms facilities so we all said why not.

A box with 1000 disposable razors was produced, apparently the farm
buys them in bulk for use on the animals (?!), a load of shaving foam
was also produced. We went into another shed which was a large walk in
shower, enough to take all twenty of us. When asked what all this was
about, Windy explained that his father used to produce show animals
and that they were showered and cleaned before shows in this shower.

The only thing the farm did not have was really hot water, the water
was heated by solar panels and was very warm, but not hot.

All twenty of us removed our wet, and still filthy clothes, we always
showered together at college and this was no different. There was a
distinct delay in using the razors, but once a couple started the rest
continued. Everything went, arm pit hair, pubic hair, chest hair, hair
on arms and legs, it all went.

We looked good! There were erections everywhere after the shaving, but
we all agreed, we looked good.

This is where we ran into a problem again, with the exception of the
showers concrete base, there was all sorts of rubbish on the floor.
None of us had brought our clean shoes or tracksuits in to the shower.
We had the choice of either walking on really bad ground (not
recommended by Windy who said there was probably old nails, glass and
other stuff littered around) and walking around nude, or putting our
muddy football boots and shorts back on.

None of us wanted to walk around nude, so on with the soaking wet
shorts and football boots, we were happy to go around without shirts,
especially now, without the little bit of hair we had, we looked well
defined and muscular.

Putting on the cold, wet shorts was pretty unpleasant, then we heard
Windy make a "arrgh" sound, we looked round and saw Eddie with his
hand up the leg of Windy's shorts. He had obviously found what he was
looking for and squeezed.

With a big grin, Eddie said "You guys must try this, Windy's nuts feel
great bald"

Jack who was behind Eddie, slid his hand up inside Eddie's shorts the
same way. Eddie went with a little yelp.

Jack confirmed Windy's findings "He's right, man are they smooth and
warm and really smooth! Holding a pair of bald balls feels great"

One of the others said "No ones crushing my baldy nuts" to which
someone else replied
"fair enough, I will just hold them" whilst grabbing the nuts upwards
through the leg.

Soon, everyone had tried holding someone elses nuts, and nearly
everyone squeezed. The couple who did not get squeezed had quick slaps
in the nuts which the majority thought was only fair.

As a team, that Saturday made us much stronger. We were not team
mates, we were more like brothers. We were closer than brothers, I
would not trust my brother to hold my nuts. I don't know if the nut
holding/squeezing was part of it, or just the fact that the day was
one really good day with lots of humour, pain and a new image for Eddie.

Eddie really came out of his shell that weekend, he was never shy, but
reserved (except when it came to going after nuts). He seemed far more
confident, and all because of a slightly changed appearance.

Before we all left we provided him with all sorts of hair products and
even told him how to use them. I don't know what Eddie's family
thought, but he now looked like a part of the team and after showering
spent too long on his hair like the rest of us did!

Windy did a great job at hosting the event, he didn't have to buy a
drink at the pub for weeks. We all went back to the farm about a month
later for another mud game - mud rugby, that was an epic, much messier
than football. This time Eddie had time to inspect the cattle crush -
I think he would like to see someone else in it and do a bit of kicking.

crush

The sounds of the teacher’s lessons turned to an inaudible murmur as Jimmy stared at the back of Hannah’s peroxide blonde haired head. She was wearing a cute ponytail. He stared closely at the texture of her skin, wishing that he could lick it, wishing that he could lose his virginity to her. He fantasized about her like this every day in this class. He was failing, but he didn’t care. He felt like he was in love with her, but he’d never even really talked to her. The bell rang loudly ending class. Hannah got up to leave, but Jimmy kept sitting there for a moment. She glanced towards him and noticed him staring at her. She quickly looked away from his zitty face. She didn’t want to have anything to do with him. He wasn’t very attractive. Besides the acne, he was scrawny and awkward. Hannah however was very cute and sexy. He didn’t realize though, that she felt this way. He thought she was “the one”.

Jimmy walked back to his locker, irritated with the masses of people walking through the halls. As he walked, he was thinking about Hannah. He knew he had to act if he wanted a chance with her. She was single at the time, but he knew that could change. As he looked through his papers, he realized he had to take action. He made up his mind to ask her out. He was nervous as hell about it, but it had to be done. For the rest of the day he thought about how he would go about approaching her. He played out different possible scenarios in his mind, some ending with good results, others ending in humiliation. He was a self conscious young man, and he wasn’t very good in social situations. That night he tossed and turned in anxiety about what he would say.

That morning, the anxiety started making him a little sick to his stomach. He was worrying about it too much. He couldn’t pay attention during class. After his first class was over, he saw her in the hall. She was wearing short shorts and a cute tank top. His heart started racing, and palms began sweating as he approached her. ‘This is it’ he thought. The anxiety was so intense; it was almost a panic attack. She was talking to a friend when he walked up to her. “Hey Hannah.” He quietly said attempting to initiate a conversation. Hannah didn’t look his way. She didn’t really hear him very well, and wasn’t sure if he was talking to her. His nervousness grew as he waited for her to respond. He looked down at his feet. She looked over at him after a few seconds to see if he was in fact talking to her. She assumed he wasn’t because he wasn’t even looking at her, so she walked away without saying anything. Jimmy turned and walked away quickly, clearly upset to anyone who looked at him. He assumed she ignored him at first, and that made him very angry, but as time went by he started to realize that she may not have heard him. He was up all night worrying yet again. He couldn’t determine whether or not she had ignored him. He ultimately decided that she must not have heard him, but either way, he felt very awkward about it.

After a week or so Jimmy realized he had to try again. What if she hadn’t heard him? It would be as if he never even attempted to ask her out, and he really wanted her. He saw her in the hall, and his heart raced, same as before. He walked towards her, practically trembling. Oblivious to everything but her. He approached her, this time he knew he had to speak up. “Hey Hannah” He awkwardly greeted.

“Hey, what’s up?” She responded in a somewhat condescending way.

“Well, ahh, I was ahm, wondering if you might want to ahh go out with me sometime?” He asked. He didn’t know how to build rapport or ask a girl out. He just did the best he could. Hannah laughed at his awkward proposition.

“What’s your name again?” She asked. He was surprised and hurt that she didn’t even remember his name from class. He didn’t realize that she never paid any attention to him.

“Jimmy” He said, his voice trembling slightly.

“Well, Jimmy, that’s sweet of you, but you’re really not my type….sorry.” She smiled as she broke the bad news.

“It’s ok. Ahh, ok, bye.” He nervously responded.

“Bye” Hannah giggled a little at the awkward close. She turned and strutted away with her friends. Jimmy watched as they walked away. He loved Hannah’s round muscular ass in the jeans she was wearing that day, but more than anything, he was emotionally ravaged from this. He noticed the girls were laughing. One of them looked back at him for a second. He looked away in embarrassment that he was caught watching them. He was sure they were laughing about him. That day Jimmy realized that Hannah was beyond his reach. He was still very sexually attracted to her, but his infatuation with her was now over. He felt upset and angry. He spent all this time feeling love for her, and she had never even really noticed that he existed. He felt like a fool.

Several weeks passed. The school organized a party for all the seniors at a local recreation center. Jimmy decided to go even though his few friends weren’t going. He thought it might be fun and might possibly be a chance to meet some girls. The recreation center was outdoors, and the weather was hot. There was free food and cheap carnival style games. Jimmy was fairly bored after chowing down on the food. He decided to try the batting cages. He had never really tried one before but he played a little baseball when he was a kid. The cages ranged from 40 mph to 90. Jimmy chose 70 mph, but was concerned it might be too fast. Four quarters bought 10 pitches. He stepped up to the plate and prepared himself to bat. The first few balls he missed, then he hit one. Hannah and her friends happened to be walking by at the time when he was batting. They were bored, so they thought they’d watch him. Jimmy hit another ball. The girls cheered. Jimmy was keeping track of the balls, so he’d know when he was done, but the girl’s cheers threw him off and he forgot where he was in the counting. He became nervous knowing they were behind him, and missed the rest of the balls. He counted ten. The way he was batting he had to walk over the plate in order to leave. After that final ball he wanted to get out of there quickly because of his social anxiety with the girls there. Unfortunately for him, his count was off, and that tenth ball was actually the ninth. The final ball shot out as he was walking over the plate. At 70 mph there was no time to react. The ball blasted right into Jimmy’s nuts. At the moment of impact, his eyes shot open wide, he breathed in sharply, and leaned forward slightly. The moment of impact was like a train wreck inside his scrotum. The ball impacted both testicles, but the bulk of the impact was absorbed by the left. His left testicle ruptured upon impact, and the right was badly bruised. He didn’t know this of course, but he knew it was bad. The pain was immediate and Jimmy quickly collapsed to the ground. He had his hands protecting his manhood as he lay in the fetal position. The girls’ eyes shot wide upon witnessing the incident as well. “Oh…my…god.” Britney remarked, followed by the girls all breaking into uproarious laughter. The pain in his testicles was all encompassing. It emanated down his legs, and up into his lower back and stomach. It was making him nauseas. His head was pounding and with each heartbeat his vision went a little black. His mind could not think about anything but the pain. Tears began to well in his eyes; he was dripping sweat and gasping for air. The sound of the girls laughing behind him made it even worse. The girls interjected their laughter with various comments.

“Oh my god, that’s gotta sting.” Hannah laughed.

“Yeah, I hope you weren’t planning on having kids.” Sarah joked. They all thought that one was really hilarious.

“I wish we had that on tape. It’d be perfect for America’s funniest home videos.” Hannah said.

“Yeah, totally.” Britney agreed. They just kept watching him and laughing for several more minutes. They didn’t seem concerned that he seemed to be in complete agony. The pain had not subsided in the least for Jimmy. The heat was making it worse. Hannah signaled her friends to be quiet, and then to follow her. She led them a few yards away from the cage.

“You guys, we have to get that on tape, ya know?” Hannah asked.

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.

“I have an idea.”

“What?” Sarah asked.

“We’ll walk back over to him, then I’ll go in and act all concerned about him. As I’m doing this, you quietly put some quarters in, and you start the camera running. I’ll help him up to his feet and get him in the same position right in front of the machine, then you press the start button.”

“Yeah, but it won’t be the same if you’re holding him up, it won’t look like an accident.” Britney retorted.

“Well we can edit that out later. Besides, even if it doesn’t get on America’s funniest home videos it will still be awesome to have it on tape.”

“True.” Britney agreed.

“Ok, let’s go before he gets up on his own.” Hannah ordered. They quietly walked back over.

“Hey, are you ok in there?” Hannah asked.

“No” Jimmy grunted under his breath. Hannah walked in to help him. She squatted down next to his face. Jimmy could see her panties up under her shorts, but it meant little to him at the moment.

“You need to get out of the heat.” Hannah told him. As she was talking Sarah very quietly slipped the quarters in. The machine was ready, just waiting for her to press start. “Here, let me help you up.”

“No, I can’t” He grunted.

“It’ll be ok, I promise…I’m just gonna walk you over to a tree so you can cool down in the shade. Trust me, it’ll be much better.”

Jimmy didn’t feel like getting out of that position, but the heat was getting to him. He decided that she was right, and allowed her to help him up. She got behind him and pulled him up with her hands under his shoulders. His knees shook as she held him there. He couldn’t stand up without her help at this point. The pain was debilitating him. Hannah pretended like she was struggling to get a good grip, but in reality was moving him into position over the mound. She held him in place, making sure she was in a position where she wouldn’t get hit by the ball if it missed him. She looked at Sarah with wide impatient eyes cueing her to press the button. Sarah pressed it quickly. The first ball shot out. Jimmy saw it coming, but it was impossible to react in time. It slammed into his nuts, hitting both with almost equally devastating power. His left testicle, which was already ruptured, was then pulverized to a chunky mess. The right which was swelling couldn’t take the pressure and ruptured as the left one had before. His mind lit on fire with burning agony. He couldn’t do anything but drop to the ground. He had no strength to hold himself up. Hannah was still holding him up though. He was heavy at that point, but she held him up just long enough for the second ball to rocket out. This second ball bashed into his crotch. His penis blocked the brunt of the blow this time. When it hit, his penis split like a burst sausage. Although his dick absorbed a lot of the impact, the burning in his balls was intensified with this ball. He began violently vomiting at this point. “Ewww” Hannah exclaimed as she dropped him to the ground and got out of the cage. “Did you get it on tape?” Hannah asked, laughing with the other girls.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Awesome.” The girls kept laughing at him.

“This’ll be perfect for America’s funniest home videos.” Brittney laughed. Jimmy couldn’t even register anything they were saying. He was barely conscious. The girls laughed for another ten minutes or so, then got bored, and left him there on the ground.
Jimmy passed out for about 15 minutes or so. When he awoke he was still in unbearable agony, and he dry heaved. An employee happened to see him there shortly after this.

“Oh my God, are you ok?” She asked, clearly stifling laughter.

“No, call 911” He muttered. The employee thought he was overreacting but she wouldn’t deny anybody an ambulance. She called 911 immediately. The ambulance came and two female paramedics took him away. Jimmy was glad to be in the ambulance, but very worried about his testicles. He told the paramedic what happened when they asked. They were both obviously stifling laughter to the best of their abilities. “Do you think I’ll lose my testicles?” He fearfully asked.

“Well, I can’t say for sure, but, to be honest….probably.” She smiled as she told him. “It’ll be ok though, at least you’ll live right?” Jimmy was disturbed now, but he knew that this would probably be the case. Jimmy was still in utter agony. They hadn’t given him any pain medication. The bumps in the ride were hard on him. They finally arrived in the hospital and took him to a room. He waited in that room for an hour, still with no painkiller. After an hour, the doctor came in. She was a chubby but attractive middle aged woman.

“Sorry for the wait, we had some higher priority cases that came up. Some real emergencies, ya know?”

“Uh huh.” Jimmy mindlessly responded.

“Soooo, I understand you had an accident. What happened?” She asked. He proceeded to tell her the story. “Ouch, I bet that hurt.” She laughed a bit.

“Yeah, it still hurts really bad.” He responded.

“How bad does it hurt on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the worst unbearable pain ever, and 1 being no pain?”

“Ten!” He responded immediately. Her brow rose with suspicion.

“I know it’s your testicles, and they’re probably really important to you, but I need you to be honest with me.”

“I am, the pain is unbearable, it’s the worst pain ever.”

“Hmmm, well, I guess we can give you some Tylenol.”

“Don’t you have anything stronger?”

“No, sorry.” Jimmy was pissed, but took the Tylenol which did nothing for the pain. They ran x rays on his testicles finding the left testicle completely destroyed and the right ruptured. The doctor returned to inform Jimmy of the results. “Well, the results are better than I expected but not great. Your left testicle is basically mush at this point, so we’re obviously gonna have to cut that one out. The right one is ruptured, and may have to be removed as well, but, if you’re lucky… and that’s a big if.” She laughed. “Then we might be able to save it, and you may even be able to have children.” She smiled. “All I can say is, don’t get your hopes up. Ok?” She seemed to care very little about his situation. They gave him the anesthetic to knock him out and a paralytic so he wouldn’t be able to move. The procedure involved removing the mush, and stitching up his penis and right testicle. During the procedure the doctor made a joke. “Wow, looks more like peanut butter than a peanut.” The female assistant laughed with her. They finished up the surgery. As Jimmy was waking up the assistant greeted him.

“Good morning.” She chimed. He was so dazed that he couldn’t even think to respond. “How are you feeling?” She asked. Still no response. He could understand what she was saying, but couldn’t formulate a response. “In case you forgot…you had an accident; we had to cut out one of your testicles, because it was destroyed.” She smiled as she informed him, and then strutted away. He watched her plump thighs gyrating back and forth as she left. Around thirty minutes passed and the doctor returned. Jimmy was fully awake now, and his scrotum and penis ached.

“How are you doing?” She asked.

“Well, I’m in some pain right now.”

“Oh, that’s normal; we just cut out one of your nuts after all.” She laughed. Jimmy didn’t think it was funny. The doctor seemed offended that he didn’t laugh so she got more serious. “You still have your right testicle, but it was badly ruptured. I was able to repair it surgically, but it will be in a fragile state for the next month or so. You have to be very careful with it; you may want to wear a cup, because even the slightest blow and, well, to put it bluntly, your sex life will be over.” She smiled with a bit of satisfaction after saying that. Jimmy was very worried.

“Can I get any painkillers?” He asked.

“You really like those painkillers don’tcha?Over the counter Tylenol should be fine.” She informed him. “I’ll need to check in with you in two weeks to decide whether or not we need to cut out righty. K?”

“Ok.” Jimmy quietly and angrily responded. He felt like the doctor was being a bitch, but he was glad it was all over.

“Ok, see ya then.” She responded. He watched her ass as she walked away. At least he could take revenge on her in his mind in this way.

Jimmy bought a cup at the local shopping center. He was scared as hell about losing his right testicle. He wore the cup on a daily basis after that. The pain from the surgery went on for the next week, and all he had was Tylenol, but he bore the pain given the doctor’s refusal to prescribe painkillers. After a couple of weeks he checked in with the doctor and everything seemed fine. “Looks like you got lucky Jimmy; you still have one more chance as a man.” The doctor laughed. Jimmy just looked down. Jimmy stopped wearing the cup a few days after that.

A week or so later, Jimmy was approached by Hannah at school. “Hey Jimmy, what’s up?”

“Nothin’” Jimmy replied. He was angry at her, but still thought she was hot.

“So, I was wondering if you might want to go on a date with me sometime? I actually think your kinda cute now.” A few of Hannah’s friends were behind her, making Jimmy apprehensive, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to miss the opportunity.

“Ok, that’d be cool. Where do you wanna go?” He apprehensively asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, I was thinking…the batting cages might be fun.” Hannah and all her friends laughed. Jimmy got red with embarrassment and anger. She took Jimmy’s hands. “I’m sorry Jimmy, that was mean. I shouldn’t have joked like that.” As she was saying that one of her friends snuck up behind Jimmy, grabbed his pants and boxers and yanked them down to his ankles, exposing his half full sack. The girls noticed the fact that he only had one nut. Hannah’s other friend had a baseball ready and tossed it right at Jimmy’s crotch. She got him dead on in the nut. It all happened so quickly, Jimmy didn’t have time to stop any of it. He was shocked and humiliated. The pain came on immediately. It seemed like it was nearly as bad as the batting cage, but he knew that in reality the batting cage was worse. The pain was still all encompassing. So much so that he collapsed into the fetal position without enough time to even pull up his boxers.

“Oh my God, did you see that? He only has one nut.” Britney remarked.

“Yeah, big surprise.” Hannah laughed.

“I bet he develops a fear of baseballs, huh?” Sarah joked.

“Yeah prolly” Hannah laughed. “Aren’t you gonna pull up your pants loser?”

Jimmy reached down to pull up his pants so Hannah took the opportunity, and slammed her boot right into his ball. They all broke into uproarious laughter as he went to protect himself again, unable to pull up his pants. Jimmy was sure that his last testicle was destroyed now. A sense of dread accompanied his burning agony. The girls left shortly thereafter for fear of getting in trouble. “Bye loser.” Hannah laughed. After they left he quickly pulled his pants up but stayed on the floor in pain for a while longer. He was very worried, but that worry abated as the pain gradually died altogether.

The next day as Jimmy was walking through the halls he was greeted by Britney. “Hey one nut.” She laughed as she walked by him. Some other girls laughed with her. Jimmy walked away quickly in embarrassment, it was clear the word would soon spread about his nut. As time went by he became known as ‘one nut’ throughout the school.

Several weeks later, Jimmy was pulling some books from his locker. He didn’t notice Hannah standing behind him. He turned, and Hannah quickly jammed her boot up into his crotch. He dropped his books and collapsed to the ground. His nut was jammed up into his abdomen, and it hurt like a motherfucker. He was getting fed up, and worried at the same time that this cunt would ruin him as a man. Hannah leaned down. “You better be careful Jimmy, or soon you’ll be the nutless wonder.” She laughed sadistically, spit in his face and flaunted her ass as she walked away.

After that Jimmy was very careful never to let his guard up. He realized now that Hannah was a fucking bitch, and that she didn’t care about him at all. He couldn’t believe he had been in love with her before. He was scared to death of losing his last nut.

Several months later passed with no incident. Jimmy was apprehensive about playing baseball for PE, but it was a requirement of the class to participate. He had actually developed a bit of a phobia of baseballs. Jimmy was waiting in line to bat, when the teacher left to take a piss. Hannah was bored and had been waiting for an opportunity to bust Jimmy’s nut. She noticed that his legs were spread apart, and he was watching the game intently. She grabbed a bat and quietly snuck up behind him. She carefully positioned the bat between his legs close to the ground. She then drove the bat up with all the strength she could muster right up into Jimmy’s last nut. The pain came on quickly with intense potency. This really felt the same as the batting cage. He was certain this was it for his testicle. He collapsed to the ground and vomited. He was moaning and gasping for air. All the girls in the class were laughing at him. The guys were sympathetic, but didn’t want to nark on Hannah. The teacher came back. She chuckled a little. “Oh my. Looks like someone’s had a little accident.” She laughed. “You need some ice?” She asked. Jimmy didn’t respond. He could barely breathe. “Maybe I better call the nurse. Do you want me to call the nurse?” She asked. Jimmy didn’t respond.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Hannah said.

“You’re probably right.” The teacher said. The game went on for a while. After class was over, and he was still on the ground, the teacher finally called the nurse. The nurse took him in and examined him. She instructed him to take off his pants and underwear and then began squeezing his scrotum, which caused immense pain.

“Hmmm…I’m confused, where’s the nut?.....There’s just a sack of mush down here.” She laughed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t joke. We’ll need to get you to a hospital right away though.” She smiled and walked away to call an ambulance. Jimmy knew it was over then. A sense of hopelessness overwhelmed him. The ambulance took him to the hospital and he was seen by the same doctor.

“I warned you to be more careful.” She scolded as she examined his testicle. “Oh well, too late for I told you so’s now, I guess.” She laughed a bit. “I’m sure you’ll adjust to life as a eunuch quickly. Don’t worry.” She smiled. The doctor prepared him for yet another surgery. The nurse gave him the paralytic drug rendering him motionless, but somehow forgot to give him the anesthetic, leaving him conscious and fully sensitive to pain. He realized this after a short time. The doctor arrived in the operating room. He felt the sharp slice of the scalpel cut into the right side of his scrotum, and his mind raced. He wanted to tell them, but he couldn’t speak or move at all. As the doctor cut him open she whistled a cheerful tune. “Wow, it’s a mess down here.” She laughed, as little chunks of his testicle spilled out. “Hope he wasn’t planning on having kids.” She chuckled.

“Or sex.” The nurse added. They both cracked up laughing. Jimmy thought he would die as she scraped the mess out from inside his scrotum. There was about a half a testicle left intact.

“If I stitch this up, it might still function, but it would take a while longer, and it might not even work. What do you think?” The doctor asked.

“I think it’s time for my lunch.” The nurse laughed.

“Yeah, it’s not really worth the trouble.” The doctor laughed as she snipped out the last of Jimmy’s manhood. Jimmy was conscious throughout, but his mind was reeling so much from the pain that he didn’t hear any of the doctor’s words.

After a while the paralytic wore off. Jimmy complained to the doctor that he could feel everything during the surgery. “No, that’s not possible, we gave you ana…” She noticed the anesthetic bottle full on the counter, and started laughing. She called the nurse in from the lunch room. “Do you realize you forgot to give him the anesthetic?” The doctor asked.

“Oh my God….Wow….That musta hurt.” They both laughed. “Sorry Jimmy, it was an accident I swear.” They laughed more.

“It’s ok; everyone makes mistakes, just don’t let it happen again. You can go back to your lunch.” Jimmy was pissed, but didn’t know what to do about it. “Well Jimmy, just so you understand, without testicles you will not be able to have children…or sex....you won’t even be able to get an erection.” She smiled as she told him. “But that’s ok because you won’t really have sexual desire once the testosterone is out of your system, which brings me to my next point. Without testosterone, you will be much less aggressive, you may develop breasts, and your voice will gradually change. The bottom line is…you are now basically a woman…with a penis.” She chuckled. “If you need to see a counselor, I can refer you to one that specializes in sex changes.” She chuckled some more. “Some people pay huge sums of money for this same surgery, so, in a way, you’re lucky. Your insurance covered it.” She laughed more. “Just kidding, you’re probably not very happy about this, but don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You’re not at risk of any further health problems from this. Just be grateful you still have a penis. It will give you the feeling of still being a man.”

The girls at school didn’t know that he lost his last nut for a few weeks, but then his voice started changing. Everyone noticed when they heard him speak. It was painfully obvious. Hannah came up to him in the hall one day. “Why is your voice so high?” She asked. He didn’t respond. “You lost your last nut, huh?” She asked. He didn’t respond. “Was it cause of me hitting it with the bat?” She asked.

“Yes.” He angrily responded.

“That sucks…I’m really sorry. I would make it up to you by going out with you…but…I think that would make me a lesbian.” She cracked up laughing as Jimmy looked down in shame and frustration. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you, you should’ve been more careful.” She laughed. She strutted away leaving Jimmy in his misery with no nuts.

Gym Story

by putadshere

There's a boxing gym near a major office complex where a lot of guys like to go and work out. Some of the most serious workouts go on over lunch hour when a lot of men pour out of the offices to work off the tensions of their jobs. Most of the men that come there are younger, usually not long out of college and working at the businesses around the area.

The gym includes several rings for boxing and wrestling. There is one particular ring toward the back and off to the side that has become used by guys who want to fight with no rules. People call it the "anything goes" ring. It doesn't get a lot of use because some of the guys that have been there awhile have seen other guys really get hurt there and not that many people are into that -- at least not very often.

When you walk in the locker room you can see that most of the men are dressing for workouts and for sparring. Most wear gym shorts with jocks under cups, some wear boxing trunks. A few just wear nylon running shorts with or without jocks. The ones planning to spar usually wear a cup, sometimes with a jock under it.

Today two people are coming in about the same time. Both look really stressed out. Ryan is a large brown haired man probably 6'3" and very well built. He is hairy with just the beginnings of a spare tire. He is probably about 30. He takes off his suit and puts his wedding ring into his wallet which he slides into the side of his gym bag. He looks like he is planning to do some sparring as he gets out boxing gloves but not the heavily padded ones, these gloves let blows be felt, they are just padded enough for the protection of the hands. He is a handsome man, well built, with a hairy chest and a light tan. He first puts on a Bike jockstrap, then a cup holder with the plastic cup over that. He slips on nylon gym shorts, socks and tennis shoes.

Beside him is something not often seen in the gym: a woman. What a woman she was. Her name was Cynthia and I have been dating her for about 3 months. She is gorgeous. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her nipples were protruding through her sports bra. She's not a large girl, and I'm a bit worried for her, but she says she can handle herself. The entire reason she is here is that she wants to prove what she can do in combat for me.

She says " hi" to Ryan. Ryan smiles back. Often the guys match up for sparring in the locker room. She introduces herself to Ryan. Her name is Cynthia. She tells Ryan he is looking for a sparring partner and wonders if Ryan is too. Ryan says he could go for that but is concerned that he is at least a weight class heavier than Cynthia. Not that he cares, he just plans on using this opportunity to cop a feel, and who could blame him. Cynthia tells him that's really no problem if its OK with Ryan.

At this point Ryan asks Cynthia what ring she likes to work out in. The rings are generally divided by skill level so Ryan is trying to get a feel for what level Cynthia is on. Cynthia tells Ryan that she usually works out at home, but she's been having a tough day, she suggests they go a couple rounds in the "anything goes" ring. Ryan reports he's never done that before and doesn't feel too safe there. He has had a really bad day, though and says that really letting go of some aggression might do him good.

He asks Cynthia "How far do you go?" concerned about how serious it could get. Cynthia says "That's the whole point, Ryan, you take it as far as you can take it, if you aren't ready for that, don't get in the ring."

Ryan has seen people in there before and it got pretty dirty. A lot of the action ended up being low blows, even kicks. But he had always wanted to try it and after all , he had at least 25 pounds on Cynthia and was in just as good a shape.

Ryan finally agrees to go to the ring with Cynthia.

Before the fight begins, cynthia comes up to me and holds me close. "Remember, I'm doing this to show you how badly I want you." I kiss her and she smiles, then retreats to the ring.

The two fighters head for the back ring. When they get there, each goes to one corner. Ryan says, "ready?" and Cynthia replies "lets go."

Ryan moves in guarding himself. One of the special challenges of this ring is that the fighters can't just protect the head and mid-section, they have to try to protect the groin as well. Ryan begins with a couple short jabs to Cynthia's head which land hard. Cynthia backs away when the blows land but moves right back in with a punch to Ryan's gut. Ryan stands firm and swings a looping uppercut that lands in Cynthia's thigh.The satin trunks wrinkle up behind the blow. Cynthia starts to double over a bit but quickly recovers.

Cynthia says to Ryan "remember who landed the first low blow, OK?" Ryan just smiled and said: "you remember who lands the last one." Ryan is confident.

After some jockeying around, Cynthia lands a firm punch on Ryan's chin which cocks his head back and brings his arms up. The outline of Ryans cup is visible underneath the red nylon. Cynthia sees a target there. Cynthia follows up with a punch that comes into the side of Ryan's cup, low in the cup. Cynthia has just slammed the right side of Ryan's cup into his right nut. As the sharp pain vibrates through Ryan's body, his face has a look of shock. He looks down as if he is thinking his cup must not be in place. Cynthia smiles, "those things only help with front blows." Cynthia knows that sometimes the cup can be just another instrument of pain.

Ryan backs away, stooped over, trying to get his breath back. Cynthia drives in and lands a near knockout punch in Ryan's bent over face. Ryan goes down to the mat.

Ryan is on the mat on his back, almost spread eagled. Cynthia walks over standing beside Ryan so she is facing toward Ryan's feet. She lifts her right foot and brings the heel of her shoe down as hard as she can on the front of Ryan's cup. Cynthia repeats the maneuver, stomping her heel into the cup. This time there is a breaking , cracking sound.

Ryan screams in pain. His cup was never meant to absorb this much force and now Ryan thinks Cynthia has broken the cup. That was the sound. Ryan's hand, which is already cupping his aching balls, feels under the shorts and realizes that the cup is broken, split from side to side across the front with a jagged edge just under his cock and above his nuts. Ryan rolls over on his stomach to prevent any more blows. He lies there moaning, finally crawls over to the corner and pulls himself up by the ropes. The look on his face says he is very angry.

Ryan lunges at Cynthia but Cynthia catches him with a right to the stomach followed by another left to the face which puts Ryan back on the mat. Though stunned, Ryan is pulls himself up into a sitting position upright on the mat.

Cynthia takes hold of Ryan's hands holding them up. Ryan is sitting on the mat with his legs spread. Suddenly, Cynthia asks "Ryan, do you have any kids?" Ryan looks terrified as it dawns on him what Cynthia is thinking..

"No I don't, we've just started trying. Please no." Ryan starts squirming trying to pull away but Cynthia holds firm.

After getting Ryan under control, Cynthia smiles. "You know, Ryan, there are some of us who think the world already has too many people."

Ryan started to break down in tears because he knew Cynthia was thinking about ruining his manhood and in the position she was now in, Cynthia could probably do it. Ryan started begging, "Please, Cynthia don't do this to me."

Cynthia looked at him and finally said. "Sorry, Ryan, its time for your vasectomy." Cynthia waited till Ryan was looking at her. She liked to look into her opponents eyes when she took their precious manhood from them forever. She loved the feeling of power and domination the terror in their eyes gave her. She loved the pitiful look they got when they realized their manhood was gone. Cynthia had done this before. In fact, she had quite a collection of jockstraps taken off the men who were no longer real men.

Finally, she swung her heavy shoe back and landed it with all her force in the bottom half of the broken cup. No one but Cynthia knew there was a steel plate in the toe of her shoe. Ryan screamed out in pain, but Cynthia held on to his arms. Ryan tried to bring his legs together but couldn't.

The jagged cup had cut into Ryan's sac just above his balls and below his dick, ripping into the chords that connect his nuts to his body and tearing the tubes that carry his sperm to his dick. The nerves are torn and battered and the pain is enormous.

Cynthia starts repeating the kick into Ryan's battered sac. Cynthia kicked into the broken cup five or six times from slightly different angles, trying to ensure that the plumbing in Ryan's ball sac was completely torn apart. She doesn't want any surgeon repairing it.

Cynthia looks down and realizes that Ryan has passed out. The pain was too much for him. Cynthia learned a long time ago that it was better to work directly on the nerves. But she wasn't completely done yet. She reached down and pulled off Ryan's gym shorts, the broken cup, the ripped cup holder and the torn jockstrap that was still partially wrapped around Ryan's nuts. Cynthia saw the jocks were bloody. The broken cup had cut through the flesh as it had ripped and torn the delicate chords and tubes in Ryan's sac.

Now it was time to destroy the rest of Ryan's manhood.

Cynthia drug Ryan out of the ring onto the concrete beside it and rolled him over on his stomach. She reached down and moved Ryan's cock out of the way so his nuts were lying on the concrete floor. She then waited for Ryan to start to wake up. She wanted him to feel this. She wanted him to know who was doing it to him.

After a few minutes, Ryan did stir and Cynthia got in position. She was going to smash Ryan's balls into the concrete with the heel of her boot. She started stomping his balls with her heel. Sometimes she would get just the left one or just the right one, sometimes both.

First the balls started to swell until one crashing heel smashed them both. Ryan's manhood was gone forever and Cynthia was pleased with herself.

Cynthia waited for Ryan to come to, throwing water on his face as trickles of blood ran onto the concrete floor. Cynthia sat Ryan up against the outside of the ring. Finally Ryan started to come to, crying and moaning, begging Cynthia to stop and asking him why she did this to him. Cynthia reminded him who started it. Cynthia turned Ryan over so she could see his face. With the mass that was Ryan's sac lying on the concrete, Cynthia ground her steel toe into it making sure the balls were completely crushed, the chords and muscles torn apart. She wanted to make sure there was nothing left that could be repaired.

Then Cynthia reached into his white satin trunks, moved his jockstrap to the side and pulled his large and well shaped cock through the leg opening of the white satin trunks. She put her left hand on Ryan's head while holding his now hard cock in her gloved right hand.

"You're not a man any more Ryan, and you never will be"
Cynthia returned to me

I want to pop your balls

-Corbin: I wrote this story on a whim after coming a across the profile mentioned in the story. I have no connection to the profile and didn’t collaborate with him on this story. It is a fictionalization and not intended to represent the profile or its owner. If you are curious to see the profile it’s here: http://www.kramtoad.com/site/users/IWantToPopYourBalls.
I enjoy receiving comments and constructive criticism. My email: corbin_crow(at)yahoo(dot)com**

Why would anyone want to meet a person with the profile name "IWantToPopYourBalls"? That question crossed my mind while I perused the survey answers on Kramtoad, a usual activity of mine when I felt a little horny before bedtime. But that profile stuck out to me in an unusual way, both for the singularity of his purpose and the violent nature of his fantasy. I moved on to other profiles and to more vigorous activities soon there after, not giving it another thought, but the seed was planted. Two tissues and a stirring orgasm later, I was soon drifting gently off to sleep.

I suppose I should take this time to introduce myself. My name is Ben, and I'm a 23 year old recent college graduate. I was never clear of my sexuality and I'm still not positive. I've had girlfriends before, never for terribly long plus a few passionate swings with dudes in colleges, nothing official though. But one constant has been my love for ballbusting, a closeted desire I've kept for most of my life. I have a steady job doing something I don't care about but it pays well enough that I can have my own place in the city and a night life on the weekends. I work out some when I get the chance, but I wasn't any kind of a body builder. But I keep myself in decent shape and I've always been big into proper hygiene and style.

As the alarm shook me out of my sleep, my first thought was of that profile I read last night. "Odd," I said, as I was bemused to see my dick bulging obscenely through the sheets–usually a night time jack off is enough to keep the morning wood at bay. I slid off the sheets and looked down my body to see the bulge in my shorts, slightly bouncing with the beat of my heart. I always liked the look of boxer-briefs defining my legs and showing off my cock and low-hanging balls so well, I mean why else did they make boxer-briefs except for aesthetics?

A shower and commute later and my loins were back to their normal relaxed status and I was on to my day. As I typed a boring report on my computer, I couldn't help but let my thoughts stray back to that profile again and I felt a stirring in my pants. What was I doing? With some effort, I managed to focus up and finish my work. On the car ride home, I ran over what I remembered from his profile meticulously and my cock slowly snaked its way down my left pant leg until it was straining against the fabric.

As soon as I arrived home, I raced inside and to the computer to looked up his profile again. "Why on earth would anyone want to be tied up by this guy? He says right here he would just break your balls, especially if you begged him not to," I vocalized to myself. But the scenario was just too much for me, as I almost tore open my pants and, while vigorously patting my low-slung balls, pounded my throbbing cock to orgasm in less than a minute.

This cycle continued for the next few days until Friday. I returned home, ran inside and read his profile again. But this time, I did something I can't explain: I clicked send private message. I simply introduced myself and explained I thought his profile was hot. Silly, he probably will never even reply. As I regained my composure, I whipped out my dick and began lovingly stroking it. A few minutes in I saw I'd received a message back.

"What!" I exclaimed, rushing to read it.

"Dear Ben, Glad you liked my profile. I see you only live a few hours from me, plans for this evening? Here's a great restaurant near my house and my picture so you can recognize me, in case you are interested in talking about this in person. -Brian. P.S. Oh, by the way, please don't jerk off before you come over [wink]."

I was flabbergasted, frozen in time as my dick swelled in my hand. I know they say you should never meet someone online quickly. But the hormones pumping out of my balls thought otherwise. I mean, we were going to be meeting in a public place and he looked normal enough, hot too. Even if he's crazy or a creeper, I can just leave and be down only a few hours of driving. So, against my better judgement, I sent a reply and I hopped into the car.

Arriving at the restaurant, I saw him off in the corner, much hotter in person that his picture did him justice. After general pleasantries we had quite a normal conversation. He was in his late 20s, worked a job similar to mine, and lived in a cool place in the city. Dinner was delicious and we had a lot in common, including our mutual love of ballbusting. Although we were clearly flirting and hitting it off, we never once mentioned the specifics of his profile. A little odd I suppose, but I didn’t care at the time. Thus, when he suggested heading back to his place for some dessert, I accepted wholeheartedly.

After noting the heat in the room, we barely made it inside the bedroom before we were making out with each other. He pushed me back down onto a couch of some kind and I began exploring his body. His shirt didn’t conceal the musculature of his body and I could feel his cock pressing hard up against my leg. I felt his hand slip inside of my pants and begin caressing my rock-hard dick. Around the same time, I heard a click, and froze momentarily, locking eyes with his–my left hand was cuffed to something.

As our mouths were inter-twinned, I was able to make no complaint other than a soft moan. I was overwhelmed with passion at this point, his head leaving mine and tracing down my body, his free hand pulling out my shirt and undoing my belt. Once my pants were open he thrust both hands into my boxer-briefs and hefted out my genitals. I saw his eyes flair when my low hanging balls came into view. His right hand immediately returned to stroking my cock as my hips began firing in rhythm with his movements.

“Why is my hand...” My question was swallowed as his tongue returned to my mouth, swirling about. The concern drifted back away as I was enveloped by pleasure. {Click} My eyes darted as I realized my right wrist was now secured firmly above my head as well. My hips now hastened their pace as I realized my orgasm was impending.

“Why...Why...Why would you... Oh God yes!” My question was lost in my throws of my own orgasm. I came violently, my twitching cock spurting load after load in lines all over my exposed chest. After the third spurt, he released my cock to swing on its own, and by the time I’d reached my seventh weaker spurt, I heard two more clicks in rapid succession. My ankles were now cuffed as well. In my afterglow, I looked at him and saw his devilish expression. As the hormones receded, I realized the error of my ways. I was now his to do with as he pleased.

He silently reached out and began massaging my low-hanging balls, his eyes intently focused on his hands. I could feel him checking every aspect of my scrotum thoroughly; hefting the weight of each ball, groping every corner, pinching the epididymis on the back side, tracing the cords into my body. Because my sac was a slack as I can remember it, he had no difficulty articulating each detail. To my chagrin, all the attention was returning my flaccid dick to its engorged state. The silence in the room and the intensity of this examination drove my blood-pressure sky high.

“I enjoy a little fantasy role-play as much as the next man,” I smiled at him with my a mild panic in my voice, trying to cut the tension. I was answered with a swift punch to my dangling nuts.

“You know what this is,” he replied curtly as I coughed out my air in pain. “This isn’t a fantasy, not any more. Not like I didn’t warn you too, my profile detailed the exact course of events. I mean you meet stranger on a whim? One who you know wants to destroy your balls against your will? I know your type, lonely fellow jerking off to fantasies online. But you can’t blame me, you contacted me. I figured you were all horned up so I just needed to keep you in that state over here, so I told you not to jerk off. Most people don’t listen, most people come to their senses right after blowing their hot load. Sounds like you did too, you just blew it after you’re all tied up right here.” He punctuated with another swift whack to my junk.

“Little late.” He continued, using a pair of sheers to remove my clothing. “I mean you’re the fool that I mentioned in my profile, stupid enough to, after all my warnings, still end up tied up by me. I knew the second I saw your profile and those big loose nuts swinging in your picture I’d love to nut you.” As each article of clothing was cut away, I felt his eyes drinking in my body while he continued. “You’re not the first to contact me, sure, you’re not even the first to come to dinner or my place. But you’re the first to end up in this predicament.

“I’m glad too, closest I came before you was a fat 45 year old twat who blew his wad in his shorts before I could cuff him, he saw the cuffs and bolted. But I’m much happier to ruin your young beautiful bull balls than his fat ass pea nuts. What luck I have! The first guy dumb enough happens to be the hottest, best hung guy of the bunch.” After finishing his monologue he whipped out his own impressive cock and began slowly stroking it.

“Please man, don’t...” I said, gasping in pain. “I’m only 23. I love my balls and what they give me. Please don’t...” I was cut off by a rough backhand to my sac.

“Yes that’s right, follow the script in my profile, beg me to stop. Ask me not to turn that bulging scrotum into a worthless sack of mush. This is perfect,” he cackled. “You already know what’s happening, but I appreciate you filling out my end of the fantasy. I mean I planned it from start to finish: explain the dangers completely in my profile, tell you not to cum beforehand, avoid details at dinner, turn the heat up to keep you sac loose and floppy, get you all horned up and near cumming before I start clicking on the handcuffs. But I couldn’t be sure with all that you’d actually change your mind and beg me to spare them. Remarkable.”

“What you’re doing is illegal! If you let me go now I won’t tell any...” This time his heel colliding brutally with my exposed sack cut me off, sending me rolling back and forth dry heaving in pain, tossing my loose reddened balls back and forth obscenely. With a tug, he yanked the cushions out from under me, leaving my ass up against a hard piece of smooth plywood.

“I think we’ve crossed that bridge already,” he pontificated. “I mean I’ve battered your nuts, locked up you and imprisoned you against your will. And besides, you think I am going to get this close after all this time only to wimp out and give up? You’ve got to be joking. Besides, you are clearly the perfect completion of my fantasy. You don’t know it, but I am also the completion of yours. Why else would you be here tied up? Why else would your cock be bouncing up and down with your heartbeat? You wanted this as much as I do. No more bargaining, just beg me to spare those nuts.” As he finished, he stepped up onto the wood, kicking my legs apart. Once my legs were spread, my nuts flopped onto the wood, resting there. He place his bare foot on both of my balls and slowly increased the pressure.

“Please, don’t turn my balls to mush.” I cried weakly, saying anything that came to my fuzzy mind. “Please I love my big low-hanging balls! I love cumming with them them bouncing up and down around my shaft. Please please don’t ruin my testicles!”

“YES! Keep going, beg me more! Tell me about your balls!” He yelled, increasing the speed of his own jacking and the force he was applying to my testicles.

“They are big and loose, and flop around most of the time. I love to fondle them when I jack off. One of my girlfriends would suck them when she gave me a handjob. I love my balls, please let me keep them. Please don’t pop them!” I begged threw gritted teeth, trying to assist in his fantasy.

Then, his cock exploded cum, launching rope after rope over my face and chest, mixing with the mostly dried cum I’d sprayed there moments earlier, pooling and mingling in my navel. He let up on my balls and breathed heavily. Oh thank god, I thought, he was just horned up like me, putting on airs to scare me to complete his fantasy. I relaxed against the wood and smiled.

“You might think because I came I’m not going to pop your balls, that this was just fantasy–but you couldn’t more wrong.” He said, as cold as ice, staring directly into my eyes.

Suddenly, his foot isolated my right ball and pressed down with tremendous force, his other foot raising off the ground and his body weight resting squarely on my nut. A slight bounce and I heard a small crunch, like the sound of someone’s noise being broken and a stabbing pain in my stomach. I blacked out.

As I came to, I tasted vomit in my mouth and saw him waving something in front of my face. “Don’t think I’d forget smelling salts.” He said, cheerfully.

“My ball! What did you do?!” I hissed at him dryly.

“Don’t worry, it’s only partially ruptured and can be repaired if we get you to a doctor right away. But we’re not going to a doctor.” He said as he stood up and placed the ball of his foot once more on the cracked testicle. With the motion of man putting out a cigarette, he brutally ground the testicle into paste. As the outer membranes were already fractured, it didn’t take much effort to force out the delicate coiled tubules into the sac, turning a damaged but still viable testicle into nothing but a bunch of mush. Not until there was no major pieces still resisting his foot and he could feel the contents sloshing around his toes did he let up.

“Now it’s not worth trying to repair,” he said coyly, his cock once more hard and in his hand.

I was in too much pain to say much, only gasp and pant, shaking my head back and forth. I wish I could black out again like last time.

“Please . . . don’t unman me.” I finally managed to squeak out.

“True,” he replied. “If I left you in this state you would still technically be a man, although only half one. But that wouldn’t be fair to either one of us, honestly. No, I’m going to finish what I’ve started. As I don’t imagine you’ll be doing much talking in the coming minutes, I thought I’d just say how happy I am you came here, how happy I am you let me tie you and let take your beautiful perfect nuts from you. Well, I’ve never been one to drag things out.”

With that, he reached down and grabbed my remaining left ball with both his hands, isolating the testicle between his fingers on one side and his thumbs pressing in the middle, much like a person holds a cookie to break it in half. His strong thumbs bore down directly in the center of my ball meat, relentlessly seeking the soft inside and the fingers pushed upwards and out, as if to meet the thumbs calmly in the middle.

As the pressure grew, a familiar feeling in my loins spread outward, emanating from my balls, as my hips thrust ever so slightly. A softer cartilage breaking sound came once more, followed immediately by a violent twitch of my untouched cock, spraying cum up on to my chin and chest, dripping and mixing with the other loads of cum still pooled on my navel.

Although amused by this, he showed no signs of letting up, a sweat breaking out on his face as veins protruded belying his effort. He focused himself once more and with a tremendous push, his fingers met thumbs and the ball was nearly split in two. From here, it was a simple procedure of using the two hands to coax the broken ball to release its contents into the sac, similar to the last time but with the close up dexterity of two hands. He was surprisingly gentle and deliberate, savoring each step of the destruction.

Unlike the first testicles demise, I was not greeted with unconsciousness this time. Also, he wasted no time between initial rupture and complete destruction, working through bits of shattered testicle until he could find no more substantial chunks. Once he was positive no reproductive capacity remained, he grabbed his cock with one hand and slowly massaged both former testicles in my sac with the other.

He relished the soup-like consistency of all the remained of my manhood and stroked his dick with renewed fervor. Although my head was clouded with pain and shock, I was still distantly aware of his fingers coursing through the mush floating in my scrotum. As a fourth load of hot cum streaked across my chest mingling with the others in my navel just above where my softening cock had fallen, I felt him clamp down on the loose flap of skin remaining of my manhood. If felt as though someone squeezed a bag filled with jell-o squares, slipping and sliding through his tensing fingers. That was the last thing I felt as I drifted into sweet unconsciousness.

Epilogue.

I awoke however many hours later, dazed, in a white hospital room. A nurse, excited to see I was awake, bustled off to fetch the doctor. Through the haze I was able to garner some of my experience. They found me abandoned outside the emergency room, I was seriously injured. Fortunately, due to their fast action, they were able to stop the hemorrhaging and save me from further issues. However, both of my testicles were far beyond repair and had to be removed to prevent necrosis and infection. I could’ve told the doctor that part.

Later, I discovered they also cut away most of my scrotum, leaving only a small bit under my dick. A policeman took down my statement and said they would get the bastard who did this to me. A nurse came in with some pamphlets and told me about life after testicles. It wasn’t all that bad she said. I’m sure she was used to giving this talk to old farts who didn’t need balls that much anyways, but she didn’t change it too much. Testosterone patches. No kids. Got it.

It didn’t take the police long to track down Brian, he used his home computer to send the emails. He had an excellent lawyer though, who managed to convince the District Attorney that this was a simple matter of a consensual sex game gone wrong. The ADA, not wanting to delve into a gay sex fantasy in open court over so simple a case, concurred and offered Brian a plea bargain for misdemeanor assault and battery, dropping the charges of sexual assault, felonious battery, and unlawful detention. In the end, Brian received a sentence of 11 months in jail plus 2 years probation.

Apparently he was from money too, because his parents sent my lawyer a letter offering a settlement of 275,000 dollars to be paid over a series of years in exchange for waiving my rights to sue and a non-disclosure agreement. My lawyer eagerly suggested we take it, and that trying the case in civil court would get less money and cost more over more time, not to mention delving into my very personal losses. So I signed the papers.

Sure, Brian spent a little time in jail–I believe he is getting out next month on good behavior. Sure, I received a pretty decent pay check out of the whole deal. But still, here I am, a sterile freak with a tiny flap of skin where my beautiful balls used to be left to wonder and regret. Why did I send him a message? Why did I go back to his apartment? Why, after he first handcuffed one hand, was I so willing to let him make me cum and tie me up for good? Why did I cum when he broke my last ball? And the most important question of all, why would anyone want to meet a person with the profile name “IWantToPopYourBalls”?