Which jock has the toughest gonads?
It is a tradition that each year over the Thanksgiving weekend, for
the college to have a carnival for the general student body to raise
money for the various on campus clubs and for charities. Most of the
students leave to be with their families, but many stay over in the
dorms. The jocks of Sigma Chi and from the various teams stage a
private carnival of their own. Usually it is held at the frat house
where most of them are members, but this year the coaches have
arranged for them to use the old Men's Gym. The main carnival is being
held in the brand new field house, and there won't be any conflict or
breach of privacy for the jock strap clad or naked stud. Each team
sets up and mans one or two booths. Tickets are sold on a selective
basis by the members, only pledges or athletes from nearby high school
teams, boxing, wrestling, water polo and football. All body
contact sports, with tough jock studs, willing to put their balls on
the line, to give another stud's balls a thourough working over while
taking another stud jock's best ball shots like a real man.
The water polo team has set up two booths this year. The first is what
appears to be your ordinary "DUNKING" booth, a hinged seat inside of a
cage suspended over a tank of heated water and a target protruding
from the right side. But this booth is different, the target is the
first clue. It is shaped like a pair of human balls, hanging low and
heavy, beneath the pivot bar. Inside the tank a
steel pipe connects the front panel with the rear, it splits the tank
in two. When the target is hit squarely and solidly with a baseball,
the target rotates and dumps the hapless jock spread legged over the
steel bar. The jock has no way of protecting his crotch and balls from
the impeding impact since he is naked and pumping his rod for all he
is worth. All who try this booth are aware of what is in store for
them when the target is struck. Their nuts had better be tough. Their
cocks are long and hard, as they taunt the ones throwing baseballs.
All the time they are stroking their cocks, they taunt the pitcher
with dirty talk about the size of his manhood, and what they would do
to or with him in private, or on the field of play. They pump their
cocks rapidly, attempting to jack off before the thrower can hit the
bulls eye and split his crotch. If a jock stud gets his rocks off
while someone is attempting to hit the target, then they must trade
places. The one throwing now has to enter the cage and put his balls
on the line, or over the steel bar. This makes for a lively exchange
of targets since everyone must pitch 3 balls at least once during the
evening. Occasionally some stud really wants to prove that he has
tough nuts, or he simply enjoys having his crotch split by the steel
bar and getting his nuts cracked. He may be up there for hours, but if
he is knocked out by a pitch then the pitcher must enter the cage and
become the target. When the jock stud with the cracked nuts recovers,
he is the first pitcher.
The second water polo booth is simular except that the target stud is
tied spread eagled behind a sheet of plexiglass, putting his entire
naked physique on display. The main diference is that the stud can't
play with his stiff dick and jack off, he is completely helpless. An
oval hole is strategically located to expose the stud's balls to the
lead shot filled bean bags that are thrown at his family jewels.
Because the distance is less and the throws must be underhanded, four
solid direct hits out of five to the stud's balls are needed to keep
from being exchanged with the target. Hit his balls five times in a
row and you get to throw again. Hit his nuts ten times in a row and
you can pick a fresh target, anyone, no matter who, even a coach. If,
when his balls are
struck with a bean bag, he shoots his wad then he must be taken down
and exchanged with the thrower. Again this allows for a variety of
different targets.
The boxing team booths are set up in the training room where two
boxing rings are located. At the first booth the studs take turns
being bound with ropes and suspended, naked, from a cross beam where
normally the heavy punching bag hangs.Their hands are tied behind
their backs to prevent any
defense or counter attack. The stud's ankles are tied together to
prevent him from kicking and then loosly tied to the floor to stop him
from protecting himself, while allowing him to swing like a heavy bag
as he is struck with gloved fists. A large sign proclaims: HITTING
BELOW THE BELT PERMITTED TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT!
The second booth is both boxing rings. Rounds are limited to 2 minutes
and fights to 3 rounds, one jock strap clad coach acts as "referee"
but his main job is to declare a winner. There are no weight limits
and few rules to hamper the naked fighters in this ring, low blows are
legal along with knees to the nuts. Basically dirty fighting is the
forte of all who enter the roped circles, alley tactics and locker
room rough housing are the preferred styles. Any stud can challenge
the jock stud in the ring or another member of the team or another
jock. The winner can choose to remain in the ring or force the looser
to defend the ring. The stud who stays in the ring for the most rounds
will be crowned "The Boxing Champion of the Carnival" and receive an
award, a
statue depicting a gloved fist punching a massive pair of balls and
engraved with "The Dirtiest Fighter with the Toughest nuts," at the
atheletic awards banquet along with a full black leather foulproof
cup.
The wrestling team's arena is in their workout room. The mats almost
totally cover the floor and walls. Off to one side there is a place
where a stud can be tied to the floor, on his hands and knees allowing
his balls to swing freely between his spread legs and totally exposing
them. Being tied in the down position prevents the stud from escaping
or defending his balls from any hold or blow that the top stud wants
to use on him. There are two mats for naked no holds barred wrestling,
one for regular locker room rough housing and a second for prankton,
the style of the ancient Greeks. The rules are similar to the boxing
rules, anything goes, no fouls except eye gouges, strangles or chokes.
Again the jock strap clad coach's job is to declare a victor, but only
by submission or KO not by a pin.
The football team has choosen three booths, ring the bell, ring toss
and pass the football. The ring the bell setup has been modified so
that a stud's balls are positioned in line with the flying weight. He
will be strapped near the top of the framework with his balls hanging
free and the rail running up the crack of his ass. An extra piece of
curved steel has been welded to the top of the weight to ensure that
if it strikes his crotch, his balls will be flattened as well, and a
loud scream of agony will puncuate the impact. The striking platform
is adjustable to compensate for the strength of the jock attempting to
ring the stud's chimes. Knocking him unconscious means that it is your
turn to put your balls on the line as the target, but causing the stud
to shoot his wad means that the jock standing behind you must strip
and take his place.
Their second booth is a low raised table where a stud will be
restrained spread eagled and a noose tied around the base of his cock
and balls forcing him to maintain a hard on. The object is to toss the
heavy steel rings over his stiff dick where they will slide down the
rigid shaft and slam into his balls until his entire cock is encased
with the steel rings. Tossing the rings directly into his balls is
also allowed and encouraged. If all the rings land on his cock and
encase the head or the stud blows his load then the jock tossing the
rings may designate a new target. The third booth is equally
imagainative, again the target stud is bound spread eagled but this
time
vertically on a large circular board. The object is to throw small
hard footballs, aiming for the stud's nuts and to hit them with the
perfect pass although his entire body is available as a target.
Sometimes side bets are made by various jocks as to whether one can
hit the stud's nipples or washboard gut or the head of his stiff dick.
But tonight is thursday and the carnival doesn't start until friday.
The coaches and their studs had finished erecting the equiptment when
the star jock of the water polo team, Brian, was jumped by the heavy
weight captain of the wrestling team, Carig. Craig had wanted to even
the score with Brian ever since he lost three rough and dirty cock
fights in a row to Brian in the locker room. Craig reached between
Brian's spread hard muscular legs and grabbed his shaved balls with
his powerful hand, his thumb dug deeply between Brian's huge nuts.
Brian was quick to react and he snapped his heel straight up into
Craig's undefended levi clad nuts, just like he had done to so many
speedo clad studs during water polo matches. The heel kick connected
solidly with Craig's nuts and it broke his grip on Brian's balls.
The water polo coach, Steve, and the wrestling coach, Jim, were quick
to step in and separate the two hot jocks. The head football coach
came forward and stood between them, he shoved one hand into each of
their fully packed levi clad baskets and grabbed their nuts with his
powerful hands.
"Alright! So you two studs each want a piece of each other. Since all
of the work seems to be finished, I don't see why not. Maybe we should
test the equiptment before tomorrow night and make sure that
everything works. How does that sound? Do you guys like my idea. Good!
Now EVERYONE STRIP!"
Quickly, but not silently, thirty five shirts came off exposing hard
muscular chests, arms and washboard stomachs, some hairy and some
hairless. There was fewer than one quarter of the teams present but
that still made for thirty stud jocks and five coaches, more than
enough to test the equiptment and each other. It didn't take much
longer before socks, shoes and pants followed, allowing hard cocks and
low hanging bull balls to swing freely between hard muscular tanned
thighs.
"Now since you two studs seem be hot to trot and open these games,
lets move to the wrestling arena where you two can get down to
business! Anyone who wants to join us is welcome, otherwise you may
use any equiptment or partner that you desire."
Craig and Brian led the way to the wrestling arena, followed by eight
equally hung muscular jocks and the three coaches. All of them with
stiff dicks standing straight out in front of their hairy groins as
their balls swung between their thighs.
Craig and Brian steped onto the mat designated for the prankton as
their entourage surrounded them and formed a large circle. Without
much ado they charged each other, hands held low and reaching for the
other's cock and balls. Their hard bodies slammed together. Brian
rammed his knee solidly between Craig's spread legs and into his bush.
Brian's knee lift raised Craig's feet off of the mat as his thigh
ground and gouged his hairy balls without mercy. Craig reached for
Brian's shaved nuts and grabbed them with his infamous nutcracker
claw. He hoped to defeat Brian quickly as he yanked and twisted
Brian's hairless balls while he squeezed and mashed them with his
powerful grip. Brian howled in pain as Craig tore his crotch apart and
mangled his balls. Brian raised his knee and again jammed it between
Craig's spread legs, this time his knee nearly pulverized Craig's
balls, and broke his ball crushing grip. Brian swung his hand in a
wide arc and slapped Craig's hairy balls with his open palm. The
instant Brian felt his fingers touch his target, he clamped a
vice like nut claw of his own on Craig's nuts. Brian quickly got
behind Craig and tripped him. Craig spralled on the mat with Brian's
nut claw still digging into his huge vunerable balls. Brian was going
to make sure that Craig remembered this fight and wasn't going stop
working over his family jewels until Craig was totally incapicated or
out of commission for at least two weeks.
Brian kept his crotch well back and his balls out of Craig's reach
while he continued to
squeeze and mash his balls. Brian pulled Craig to his knees and spread
his legs. Brian released his ball grab and plowed his knee into
Craig's hanging nuts. Four more times Brian rammed his knee into
Craig's vunerable swinging balls and bashed them into his hairy
crotch. Each time Brian's knee connected Craig yelled in agony. Brian
brought his right arm back and swung a forearm smash underneath
Craig's spread legs. Brian pump handled him viciously five times, his
hard muscular forearm pounding Craig's defenseless balls. As Brian
scooped up Craig's leg and dumped him onto his back, he ended up
between his spread legs. Brian aimed his open hand at Craig's
vunerable balls and slammed it into them. Brian grabbed him by the
balls and ripped his balls. Craig writhed
and twisted as Brian mangled his family jewels, but he was defenseless
and Brian was in absolute control. Brian began to bump his knee into
Craig's hairy crotch while he continued to crush Craig with his nut
cracker. The pain was begining to overwhelm Craig, but Brian wasn't
through with him yet. Craig was crying out in pain and agony, his arms
and legs thrashing wildly, as Brian viciously squeezed and mashed his
balls with his powerful nut claw. Brian knew how to use dirty tactics
to work over an opponents balls and that he could out foul any other
stud at the college. He also fought dirtier than any gutter rat that
was dumb enough to fight with him especially
if it was in a dark alley. He prided himself as being the dirtiest
street fighter at the college, and the "number one" dirty water polo
player in the state, if not the country.
Suddenly Brian released his nut cracker grab, made a fist and drove a
vicious upper cut into Craig's battered balls. Brian's hard bare
knuckles dug deeply into Craig's tenderized nuts as he twisted his
fist, grinding Craig's scrotum with a corkscrew like twist. His meaty
fist landed with more than enough force to crack Craig's nuts all by
itself and knock him out cold. Brian stood up, victorious, and kicked
Craig's lifeless legs wide apart, totally exposing his defenseless
balls, before he stomped and ground his calloused heel viciously into
Craig's vunerable balls four times. For good measure he drew his
muscular leg back and sent his toes pile driving into Craig's hairy
balls one last time. As Craig's nuts cracked from Brian's devastating
ball busting onslaut his cock blasted so hard, that cum splattered his
face and covered his chest and gut with its sticky whiteness.
The eight other jocks and the three coaches were panting after
watching this first ball busting fight of the night. Eleven cocks
dripped as they paired off and prepared to repeat the performance that
they had just seen. Jim, the wrestling coach wanted to revenge Craig's
defeat by cracking
this young punk's shaved nuts and ruining his future just as he had
busted Craig's huge hairy bull balls. Jim, in an emotional angry rage,
jumped onto the mat to fight Brian. His face was beet red and his
powerful muscles bulging, as he seethed in anger. Brian didn't seem
too suprised at Jim's
eagerness to avenge Craig's total defeat and quickly turned to face
this new challenger. He had wanted a fight to an absolute finish with
Jim ever since he had found out that he prided himself on being a
dirtier fighter than Steve, his water polo coach. Brian would teach
Jim a thing or two and take great pleasure in doing it. He wanted to
work over Jim's balls in the worst way, in public or in private. To
destroy Jim's manhood just as violently and viciously as he was able
to, just as he had busted Craig's once proud bull balls. To put Jim's
sex life out of order infront of his own wrestling team and the other
jocks. As a warning to what they could expect if they thought that
they were better or dirtier fighters than the water polo team and why
his nickname was "Buster."
Jim was determined not to make the same mistake that Craig had made.
He didn't rush Brian, but as soon as Brian was within range, he aimed
an instep kick for his huge low hanging balls. Brian sensed what Jim
was planing to do. As Jim's instep kick headed for an abrupt impact
with his bull
balls that swung low and heavy between his spread legs. Brian reached
down and grabbed Jim's ankle as it neared his crotch. Jim knew what
was going happen next, now that Brian had intercepted his suprise
attack. Jim quickly dropped his hands to shield his vunerable balls.
Brian lifted Jim's leg high in the air and launched a toe kick of his
own aimed underneath Jim's exposed crotch and directly for his hairy
balls. Jim's hands were clutching his nuts tightly in anticipation
when
the ball of Brian's foot connected squarely with its intended target,
his family jewels. Jim screamed as a searing pain shot through his
lower abdomen, he thought that his crotch was on fire. Brain swept his
leg behind Jim's other leg and dropped him hard to the mat on his
back. Brian held Jim's leg and then spread them wide apart, exposing
his hairy crotch and balls again. Jim now knew that he was in big
trouble.
Brian kicked between his spread legs, his toes plowed into Jim's huge
bull balls with a sickening thud, followed by a long loud high pitched
scream from Jim's throat. Jim began to plead with Brian, to beg for
his balls. Tears were flowing freely down his face, but Brian calmly
drew his leg back and again drove his toes into Jim's sac. Brian
flipped Jim over onto his washboard stomach and held him in a half
crab. Brian lowered Jim's groin slowly to the mat while he reared back
on his hold, straining Jim's spine and bringing his nuts ever closer
to his heel. When Jim's loose hairy nuts were resting on his heel,
Brian began to grind them with his heel. Brian lifted Jim up about six
inches and began to snap kick his heel into his hairy balls. Brian
ground and kicked his heel into Jim's nuts for three solid minutes. He
kicked his balls at least 100 times Jim was in a real world of hurt.
Brian was doing an expert job of tenderizing his family jewels, slowly
grinding them, as the pain continued to build. When Brian was
satisified that Jim nuts were softened up and he was defenseless, he
released his hold and dropped onto his back.
Quickly Brian shot his arm underneath Jim's crotch and reached for his
balls. When Brian's hand reached Jim's balls, he secured his nut claw,
digging his thumb between the twin orbs. The wrestling coach writhed
and twisted and beat the mat in agony as Brian said, "Now you'll find
out why they call me 'Buster!'" He squeezed and mashed Jim's hairy
balls between his powerful sinuey fingers, rolling his red hot,
swollen nuts between them. Jim was helpless as this young stud jock
mangled his balls with his powerful nut cracker claw. All Jim could
yell was, "My nuts! AGUUUH! You've got my nuts! AGUUUUH! PLEASE STOP!
Your'e ruining me!" Jim continued to beg and plead for Brian to stop.
His arms and legs thrashed wildly as Brian continued to inflict untold
pain and
damage on his family jewels. Brian was slowly increasing the pressure
while he yanked and twisted Jim's sac. Jim was going to pay for what
he had done to his water polo coach, Steve.
All this time Steve had been fighting with one of his own water polo
players, Mike, a stud from the varsity team and Brian's room mate.
They were evenly matched both physically and in ball strength. Their
fight had ended in a draw, but neither had held back. They had both
man handled the other's family jewels with a vengence until their fat
stiff dicks had unloaded copious amounts of sticky white cum. As they
sat up they saw Brian totally dominating Jim. They heard him begging
for his balls, and they saw the look in Brian's eyes as he rentlessly
mauled Jim's balls. Mike called to Brian, "Hey Buster, you got another
pair!"
He looked at them. When he saw Steve and Mike, his two fuck buddies,
sitting there with cum drenched bodies, a broad smile appeared on his
face.
"Coach! Mike! Who won?"
"We both did! It was a good fight, Buster!" Steve called back.
"Come here. I want both of you to be near to me as I work this
fucker's hairy balls over! See how I have his future in my hand! I
have complete control over him. He is mine, his balls are all mine. I
am draining his strength and manhood. It is flowing through my hand,
up my arm and into my balls! His weak nuts are surrendering but my
balls growning more powerful. With each new squeeze more of his manly
power flows into my body. I will bust his balls and steal his jewels
for what he did to you!"
Steve's shaved balls churned with excitement as Brian spoke with his
deep bass masculine voice. His cock stiffened and prepared to unload
again. Jim had met him "privately" in the coach's locker room one
night, and they had gotten into a real dirty cock fight. Steve was
beating Jim decisively, he was about to submit, when Craig from the
wrestling team entered the room. He jammed his arm between Steve's
legs and grabbed his shaved balls with his bear like hand. He pulled
him off of Jim. Apparently Craig was Jim's secret lover and protege.
Jim had trained him well in the art of dirty wrestling and locker room
ball fighting. He was the roughest and dirtiest member of the
wrestling team. He had the muscles and the tough hairy nuts to take on
and defeat any challenger. Craig held Steve up while Jim worked his
hairless nuts over with low blows and knee lifts. After five minutes
of heavy pounding when Steve's balls were softened up, Craig took
over. Craig worked his tenderized balls over even more viciously,
using knee lifts, forearm smashes, upper cuts, and his paticularly
devastating nut cracker claw to mash and bash Steve's balls. He
finally finished Steve off with a series of instep kicks between his
spread legs, each one slamming full force into his family jewels and
crushing them against his crotch until he passed out. Then Craig
rammed his stiff dick up his ass and fucked him, while Jim shoved his
cock down his deep throat and fucked his face. Steve would never
forget that night, and neither would Brian, he had heard the noises of
combat comming from the coach's locker room as he was leaving for the
night. After they had changed to moans of sexual preasure and the
screams of agony had ceased, he entered the room to investigate. What
he found was Steve, HIS water polo coach, being forced to suck the
wrestling coach's big dong while this powerfully built and hung
wrestler, Craig, held
him with a full nelson and had impailed his asshole with his
monsterous cock. He quickly moved behind the wrestling coach and
reached between his spread hairy legs. His fingers found his favorite
target, a stud's balls, and he grabbed them viciously with a nut claw
his thumb splitting Jim's sac. He had ripped Jim's huge low hanging
balls until he had pulled him off of HIS coach. Then he went after the
wrestler, they were evenly matched, both of them were BIG boys. He
slapped
Craig with his open hand as he continued to fuck Steve and nearly
knocked him out with one blow. Craig released his nelson and as he
fell back his long hard cock pulled free from Steve's asshole with a
loud pop. Brian stepped over Steve and drove his heel directly into
Craig's extraordinaryly huge nuts. He stomped Craig's hairy balls with
all his weight and ground them into the hard concrete floor. Then he
stepped back and sent a toe kick into Jim's balls for good measure.
With Steve freed and his attackers clutching their damaged nuts,
curled up in litte balls and moaning in agony, Brian helped Steve get
dressed and they left for his apartment where they would be alone.
Brian massaged Steve's aching and battered body before they made love
and fell asleep wrapped in each other's muscular arms.
Brian had fought with Craig on numerous other occassions, they had a
real feud going. None of fights were one sided because they were
evenly matched and they both fought equally dirty. Brian had more
victories, but Craig refused to give up as long as Brian was able to
defeat him. The coaches had met several other times but no clear cut
champion was deceided. Now it was different, Brian had busted Craig's
balls decisively and was busy cracking his lover's nuts with his bare
hands. Loving every second of it as he tortured Jim's mangled family
jewels for what he had done to Steve, and Steve was taking great
pleasure in watching "Buster" work over Jim's balls, handing him a
crushing defeat.
Brian was really mashing Jim's hairy balls, yanking and twisting them
violently as he continued to rip his balls. Jim's attempts to excape
were growing more feable as his power flowed into Brian's muscular
body. Brian was doing his best to tear Jim's crotch apart.
Jim weakly said, "You dirty puke, I'm going to get even with you for
this!"
Brian suddenly stood up and said with his booming voice, "I'm going to
make you regret those words! I'll give you something to remember me by
for the rest of your life!"
Steve said, " FINISH his balls off, Buster, he doesn't deserve to keep
them."
With that Brian grabbed Jim by the ankles and spread legs apart
forming a "V" that pointed straight at his crotch. Then he brought his
powerful right leg back and punted Jim's balls. Six times Brian's toes
plowed into Jim's family jewels each kick harder than the previous,
each kick demolishing them a little more. Steve crawled over to Jim's
supline body and wrapped his hand around Jim's stiff dick. He began to
jack Jim off, he pumped his hand up and down the entire eight
inches of the slipperly hard cock. Steve timed his pumping fist with
Brian's toe kicks. As his fist slid down Jim's slipperly pole it
pounded against Jim's hairy balls, seting them up and trapping them
for Brian's devastatingly accurate toe kicks. Twenty times Steve's
fist pumped Jim's cock and hammered his balls. And twenty times, just
as the fist reached the bottom of its stroke, Brian's toes slammed
into the same target. Jim's balls were being pounded into mush by the
two shaved stud water polo jocks. Jim's balls were swollen to the size
of oranges, beaten black and blue by Brian's unrelenting and viciously
destructive attacks. Jim was just starting to cum, when Brian came
down with all his weight and landed full force on his defenseless left
nut with
a knee drop. Jim was shooting his wad as Brian's knee plowed into his
left nut and completely pulverized it, flatening it like a pancake.
Brian gouged the mushy remains of Jim's left
nut with his knee viciously, before siting down between Jim's spread
legs. He raised his right hand high over his head and brought his ham
of a fist down with the force of a pile driver. His knuckles slammed
into Jim's defenseless right nut. Jim's right nut popped as Brian
twisted his bare knuckles into Jim's destroyed sac. He grabbed Jim's
hairy sac and felt the results of his expert handywork. Jim was
finished as Brian squeezed the last of his cum from his once proud
bull balls with his most vicious nut cracking claw yet. Brian had
cracked Jim's nuts. It would be a long, long time, if ever, before Jim
would be able to have sex with anyone. He would carry the pain of
defeat for the rest of his life.
Brian wasn't going to worry about reprisals because no one would dare
say a word about the goings on here, or in the locker room. Mike stood
up and wrapped his strong arms around Brian to hug him tightly, their
stiff dicks jabbing each other's groins and shaved bull balls. Then
Mike stepped
behind Brian and let his hands drop to Brian's manhood. He stroked
Brian's big fat dick with his right hand and reached between Brian's
legs to fondle his untouched bull balls. Mike's left hand kneaded
Brian's massive bull balls with his strong fingers and he only had to
pump his iron three times until Brian shot his wad, covering the
prostrate Jim from head to busted balls with cum. Before the three
studs left the wrestling arena to find out what devious things the
other stud jocks were doing to each other, they draged Craig's and
Jim's unconcious bodies across the mats and secured their wrists and
ankles with ropes to the hooks in the floor. Steve called to another
member of the water polo team, and sent him to the coach's locker room
to fetch his shaving kit. The young jock returned and handed the kit
to Steve. He opened it, and took out a small rechargable hair
clippers. Steve handed the clippers to Brian, who quickly went to work
Jim's hairy crotch and balls, removing every hair from them. Brian
handed the clippers to Steve and siad, "Now it is your turnto shave
Craig's worthless balls. Steve didn't stop until Craig entire crotch,
balls, and groin were completely hairless. Leaving their bodies and
cracked shaved nuts
exposed and defenseless for the other studs to use and abuse.
Steve had introduced Brian and Mike to the freedom of shaved balls by
shaving both of them with his straight razor after their first varisty
game. He had also allowed Brian to shave his balls, and he had done
such a good job that Steve had him shave his balls twice a week after
that. Brian got so turned on by shaving Steve's and Mike's balls that
he wanted to shave the entire team's balls too. At first three of the
biggest varsity jocks argued with Brian in a vain attempt to
save the hair on their balls. Brian overcame their resistance by
simply challenging all three of them to a cock fight in the showers.
Buster lived up to his nickname, and bashed their balls easily. He
defeated each of them in turn, and shaved their balls without further
complaint. Soon Brian was shaving the entire water polo team's balls.
They erotically enjoyed the feeling as Brian roughly gripped their
balls and the hard cold steel scraped over their sensitive sacs.
Having
their balls shaved also gave them a slight advantage over their
unshaven opponents, there wasn't any hair to pull from their crotches
or balls. The water polo team's moral and physical performance
improved after Brian started shaving them. Some of the jocks from the
other teams made fun of them. The water polo teams's answer was a
locker room brawl. The water polo jocks over powered and bashed the
other jocks balls and defeated all comers.
No one was using the water polo team's dunking booth even though the
water was ice cold and would add to the punishment of the unlucky
target. Three of the football studs were taking turns and trading
places at the bean bag toss. But they were not tossing the heavy bags
underhanded, they were throwing them over handed and putting all their
strength behind the throws as they aimed for each other's nuts. The
number one stud that was the target was exteemly well hung, his big
shaved balls were hanging low outside the oval hole, and his stiff
dick was trying to reach the ceiling because a fourth stud was behind
him. His large cock buried to the hilt, deep in the first stud's
asshole. He was humping away on this stud, pumping his stiff dick in
and out of his tight ass, even as number one's naked balls were being
struck repeatedly by the heavy lead filled bags. All four studs were
rock hard, both their bodies and their big dicks. The first stud that
was the target, screamed in relief as the fourth stud's cock, that was
buried deep inside his guts, unloaded.
The stud that was doing the fucking slammed number one's hard well
defined hairless muscular body against the plexiglass repeatedly as
his hairy balls emptied their heavy load. Now it was the fourth stud's
turn to become the target, even though his balls were drained, they
still hung low and heavy, an inviting target. The three studs released
the target stud, the one's whose balls had been pounded by the bean
bags and his ass royaly fucked by number four. He curled up in a
little ball and rolled around on the floor for three minutes before he
was able to stand on his own wobbly feet, clutching his aching gonads.
Now number four was tied to the plexiglass, his hairy balls exposed
through the hole. His cock began to stiffen as the number two stud
slid his hard
cock between his ass cheeks and penerated his tight hole.
Number one had recovered sufficiently to slam the first bean bag into
number four's big balls. Soon number one and three were throwing the
bags with an ever increasing tempo against number four's hairy balls,
slamming them against the unyielding plexiglass. Number three's stiff
slipperly dick was sliding in and out of his asshole, keeping time to
the impacting bean bags. After five minutes of having his balls hit by
the lead filled bags and his ass reamed by number
three, number four's jerking cock erupted again. Number two shot his
wad into his guts as number four splatered cum all over the front of
the plexiglass panel, and onto the floor. The three water polo jocks
stroked their hard dicks and tugged at each other's balls before
moving on.
A larger group was at the RING MY CHIMES booth. Already four jocks had
been incapicated their chimes rung, their balls struck repeatedly by
the heavy solid steel weight. They were
curled up tightly in little balls and moaned in agony as they clutched
their battered balls. Their hands were riveted to their crotches,
clutching and massaging their injured manhoods. They had known what to
expect, the challenge of hard cold steel against soft tender nuts and
lost. But even
in their agony they were in ecasty. One had been struck twelve times
by the flying weight squarely in his defenseless nuts and not passed
out. He blasted his on to the stud swinging the heavy wooden mallat,
covering him from head to toe with his cum. But three more, equally
hung, jocks were waiting in line for their turn, to put their balls on
the line and challenge the flying weight. To see how many soild direct
hits their balls could withstand before passing out or
getting their rocks off.
One very healthy football stud was tied to the passing target, his
beautiful naked body fully exposed to the flying footballs. His balls
hung low and heavy between his deeply tanned thighs, and his massive
tool pointed slightly upwards from his dark hairy bush in a gentle
curve. Two of the quarter backs were taking turns throwing the
footballs at him. They would decide what part of his totally exposed
body to aim for, and then trade full power throws. They continued to
throw the footballs until one of them scored a direct hit on the
chosen point of impact, then they would pick a new point of impact.
With so beautiful a piece of young masculine meat exposed before them
to aim for, they concentrated mainly on his huge low hanging shaved
nuts. They would first aim for
his left nut and then for his right nut trying to impail his balls
with the pointed ends of the footballs. The target jock was enjoying
his torment as the small footballs struck and bounced off of his big
hairless balls. The impacts caused his balls to swing wildly between
his spread legs only to slam into the hard back stop with a solid
thump. Again and again the quarter backs took aim and let their passes
fly with unerring accuracy until their target's long hard cock began
to spasm and jerk before sending a jet of jism shooting seven feet.
After his balls had emptied themselves, the two jocks released him
from his bonds and fondled his tough proven nuts. Then one of the
quarter backs climbed onto the back stop and allowed the other two
studs to tie him up. The two jocks stepped back and began the ritual
all over again.
By far the largest group of jocks was in boxing room. One of the
managers had been unwillingly bound and hung up as a punching bag. His
well defined body was an open invitation for anyone who felt like
pounding his fist, gloved or not, into a defenseless well built stud.
Suspended there
helplessly, with his low hanging balls swinging between his legs, he
would be well used tonight. His balls would be the jocks primary
target for their fists and knees. His balls had already absorbed
considerable punishment from the numberous jocks in the room. All he
could do is cry out in pain and agony as low blow after low blow
slammed into his balls, and an occasional jock pumped his knee into
his nuts. The jocks were giving his balls and body no quarter or rest,
whenever one would walk past him they would throw another jab or hook
into his balls or washboard abdominal muscles, digging their knuckles
into his flesh.
Both boxing rings were in use and it as obvious that several of the
jocks had lost, and lost badly. Some were sitting on benches, while
others were doubled up in pain on the floor and clutching their
battered balls tightly. It appeared that here, or in the wrestling
room, was where the most intense and violent public ball busting
action would take place. The rest and possibly the best would occour
in the locker room, at someone's private home or outside underneath
the football bleachers without benefit of an audience.
Both Mike and Brian, along with Steve, liked to mix it up with any
stud or jock, any time and any place. To use their fists, knees and
feet on a tough stud in a fight while defending against his dirty
tactics. To get into a brawl where a knee in the nuts or a low blow
was the best part of
the fight. Their well deserved reputations as dirty fighters stemed
from the numerous back alley fights they had gotten into after matches
and games. They would match tough nuts with any jock during a
competition, or in the locker room or in a private match. They wanted
another stud to attack their balls first because then they would have
all the excuse they needed to attack his balls. They would attack his
balls and not let up until he submitted to their dirty rough house
tactics. They really got off on working over a stud's balls until he
quit. They always won their fights, because they were stronger, fought
dirtier and had tougher nuts than any opponents that they had fought
with, so far. The least their opponents could expect was to be knocked
out, usually with a nut cracker claw or a series of kicks and blows to
their vunerable nuts. They knew what Brian or Mike was capibable of
doing to another stud's manhood. And Brian had proved it, by
what he did to Craig's and Jim's family jewels. Brian, Mike, and Steve
were still horney and ready to challenge anyone to a rough house, down
and dirty low blows alley fight. From the size of the group it was
obvious that they wouldn't have to go cruising the alleys for someone
to fight with. Even though they had reputations for being vicious
dirty fighters, there was always another big bull balled stud that
wanted to be THE ONE that defeated them, it didn't matter which, in a
real no holds or blows barred fight. THE ONE whose balls could absorb
their devastating ball bashing tactics and surive, only to use more
vicious, foul, dirty fighting techniques to crack their shaved nuts.
THAT is what it was all about. Bust or be busted, no quarter asked or
given, just one hell of a fight! This weekend would bring even more
available studs into the fighting arena, but they wanted ACTION and
they wanted it NOW, tonight.
By the time the Carnival opened on friday night, they would have
recover and be ready to fight again with any new stud jock. They
especially wanted to fight with some young well built high school stud
jock with big hairless bull balls. One who was cocky and sure of
himself and his hot tight muscular body. One who was willing to risk
his balls in a fight with a hot college water polo jock. One that
liked to fight real dirty in public or private and would put up a good
fight, to submission. One that would pull out all the stops to win and
fight anything goes and not stop until they were both exhaused or one
was beaten senseless. Maybe they would find a young jock, or jocks,
that wanted to learn their dirty style of fighting and put it to good
use both on the field and off.
Now, tonight, it was time to find a jock who wanted to prove that his
balls are tough and wanted to test their reputation as the studs with
the toughest nuts at the college. They had spoted several likely
candidates, all big muscular studs with big balls. Ones that they had
not fought with before and ones that wanted to get in to a no holds
barred dirty cock and ball fight to a knock out. Word of Brian's ball
busting fight with Craig and Jim reached the room. A member of the
wrestling team, who Brian had been cruising, approached and challenged
him to fight. Brian didn't waste any time in taking this big hunk up
on his challenge. And Kerry was BIG, 6 feet, 3 inches and 258 pounds
of sculptured muscle, with 21 inch arms, a 49 inch chest, legs like
tree trunks, and hung like a horse with the balls of a prize bull.
This was going to be a real ball busting fight and a fight to a
finish, only one of them was going to walk or limp from the ring.
In the mean time, two other wrestlers had challenged Steve and Mike to
fight, their fights would take place after Brian and Kerry were
finished. They weren't any way as big as Kerry, but their bodies were
as powerfully packed with muscles. Hank was 5 feet, 11 inches and 193
pounds of rock hard muscle, with 18 inch arms, a 47 inch chest and
short powerful legs. His cock was 6 inches but his hairy balls were
enormous and swung low between his muscular thighs. As he swagered up
to Mike, his balls swinging from side to side and slapping against his
thighs, he stared directly into Mike's eyes with his penetrating gaze.
They were evenly matched as to height and muscular weight, but Mike's
cock was much larger although his shaved balls couldn't match Hank's
for size, but they were tougher and thats what counted.
Tim, the smallest of the three wrestling jocks, stepped forward and
faced Steve, so close infact that his stiff dick struck Steve's balls.
He was jealous of the water polo coach's handsome features and his
more than ample plumbing. He wanted in the worst way to fight with
this older jock stud and tie his shaved balls in a knot. Tim was 5'9"
and 173 pounds of tough fighting jock to Steve's 6' and 201 pounds of
solid rippling muscle. Steve also out ranked Tim in every physical
measurement, especially his 9" cut cock, and huge turkey egg sized
balls. Tim, with his smaller 5" dick and walnut sized hairy nuts
wanted to crack Steve's eggs. He was going to use every dirty trick
that he knew to scramble those big eggs, if and when he got the
chance.
The challenges were accepted enthusiastically by both sides and a pact
was quickly reached, that if for some reason they couldn't finish
their fights in the ring then they would meet in the locker room or
under the grand stands. None of six were going to back out of the
challenges, no matter who won or where the fights took place. Kerry,
Hank and Tim headed for one corner while Brian, Mike and Steve the
opposite one, the battle lines had been drawn. The other jocks
gathered
around the sides of the ring for a closer view and vowed that only the
two chosen fighters would be allowed in the ring at the same time.
They weren't going to allow any outside interference for any reason,
until there was a winner and a looser.
Brian and Kerry climbed through the ropes and faced each other. The
fight was on. Kerry had wrestled with Craig during team work outs many
times and Craig had educated him well with his dirty wrestling
tactics. They fought numerous times in private, and although Kerry
could over power Craig with his greater muscular strength, Craig
always had him begging for his balls. But Craig wasn't there or in any
condition to help him. He had to face Brian, Craig's and his wrestling
coach's tormentor, alone, one on one. He had not seen what Brian had
done to his friends, he had only heard the results of the fight. Kerry
was capable physically over powering
Brian much like he could over power Craig. Kerry hoped that Craig's
lessons in dirty wrestling and ball bashing when coupled with his
great physical strength and stamina would allow him to overcome Brian
and avenge Craig's terrible defeat. Brian knew that Craig worked out
with Kerry, but he didn't know how much he had taught him in the art
of dirty fighting and wrestling. He would soon find out, first hand.
The two titans wairly circled and analyized each other, neither could
spot a weakness in the other's body or defenses. Brian was a
disadvantage because of Kerry's longer arms and legs and his big
bulging muscles. But Kerry's huge bulging basket and low hanging hairy
balls were an open
invitation for Brian's unscrupulious ball bashing tactics and he
stared at them for a long time, planing and ploting how he would put
this stud out of action. Kerry's gaze also concentrated on Brian's
fully exposed crotch, his long fat hard cock pointing slightly upwards
and his two giant nuts resting at the bottom of his smoothly shaved
sac. They would be the focus of his brutal attacks, he wasn't going to
stop attacking Brian's balls as long as he was able to attack them
unless Brian defeated him first. Neither had fought in a roped circle
before, although both of them had had fanticies about how to use the
ropes to bind a defeated opponent after a fight. They circled closer
and closer in the center of the ring until Kerry sprang at Brian and
wrapped his power arms around his chest and drove a knee lift into his
bush, just missing Brian's huge hairless balls. Brian stumbled
backwards and Kerry fell on him. As they crashed to the mat, Brian
snapped his knee up and jammed it between Kerry's hairy spread legs
and trapped his balls against his pubes. Kerry grunted as Brian's knee
did it damage. Kerry pumped his knee again into Brian's crotch and
this time he didn't miss, it plowed into his undefensed balls. Twice
more knees brutally impacted between spread legs as they exchanged
knee lifts and low animal grunts. Brian forced Kerry to release his
bear hug when he slipped his hands between their tightly pressed
bodies and reached for his nuts. They rolled away from each other and
panted heavly as they massaged their balls. Brian now realized that
his dream of being defeated by some giant stud might come true. Craig
had trained Kerry well, and toughened his nuts in the process. But
even so Kerry's nuts were not anywhere near as tough as Brian's.
The two male animals crawled towards each other, their balls hanging
straight down from their groins and swaying back and forth as they
approached each other. When their heads were almost touching, they
lunged at each other. Kerry wrapped his powerful arm around Brian's
head and neck locked him in a headlock. Kerry put all his strength and
weight into the vicious headlock, crushing Brian's skull and straining
his neck muscles. Brian knew that he must break the hold or else Kerry
would tear his head off and crush his skull. As Kerry reared back and
spread his legs for more leverage, Brian realized that he had exposed
his balls in doing so. Quickly Brian reached between Kerry's spread
legs and grabbed his hairy balls. Brian clamped his fingers onto
Kerry's plumbing apparatus and viciously squeezed and mashed his nuts
with all of his strength. Kerry yowled in pain as Brian worked over
his big balls. Brian yanked and twisted Kerry's sac violently, until
he had broken Kerry's headlock. Kerry reached down and pried Brian's
fingers loose from his balls and then used his powerful leg muscles to
escape from him. Kerry almost went through the ropes as his body shot
forwards, and Brian landed flat on his face. As Brian got to his knees
he spotted the big blond wrestler lying against the ropes. One arm was
holding onto the center strand, his other hand was massaging his big
bull balls. He was kneeling on the mat and his hairy legs were spread
wide apart as he tired to regain his composure. Brian moved rapidly
towards the big hunk and threw a forearm smash between his spread
legs. Brian pump handled Kerry's vunerable balls three times. Kerry
sagged even lower to the mat until his head was resting on it. Brian
had climbed ontt Kerry's back and was reaching around his waist to
attack his cock and balls again, when Kerry stood up. Kerry snapped
his foot up between Brian's spread legs. His heel caught him square in
the balls. Brian slumped towards the mat as Kerry slammed two more
vicious heel kicks into his vunerable balls before he slumped to the
mat. Brian dropped his hands to cover and protect his hurt nuts as
Kerry turned to face him. Kerry was reaching for Brian's hair when he
launched a head butt that landed in Kerry's undefended crotch and
trapped his balls against his
pubes. Kerry fell forward onto Brian's left shoulder. Brian held his
heavy body with his left arm and pump handled his balls with three
hard forearm smashes between Kerry's spread legs, before dumping him
onto his broad back. As Kerry fell to his back, he spread his legs
wide apart for balance. Brian was after his hairy balls in a flash.
Kerry was defenseless and his vunerable balls fully exposed to
anything that Brian wanted to do to them. Brian scrambled between his
spread legs
and jammed his knee violently into Kerry's crotch. He pumped six more
knee lifts into Kerry's hairy balls. Brian did a hand stand and drove
a knee drop directly into his tenderized nuts. The big muscular
wrestler was totally under Brian's control and unable to defend
himself from further attacks as he writhed and twisted in agony. Brian
dragged the fallen titan to his corner where Steve and Mike were
watching. He lifted Kerry up and draped his arms over the top rope,
then
he pulled the middle up and over his head allowing it to snap against
Kerry's large pecs and trapping his arms between the strands. Kerry
was now immobolized and totally vunerable to
Brian's knees, feet and powerful upper body.
Brian was going to work this big stud over and humiliate him
completely infront of the other jocks. He had other plans for this
hunk later, so he would not totally demolish him, only rough him up a
lot. It took four jocks to restrain Hank and Tim, to prevent them from
comming to Kerry's aid. Brian looked directly at them and said in his
deep bass voice, "A deal is a deal! You'll each have your turn just as
soon as I have deceided that Kerry has taken enough punishment!" Brian
turned around and swung his instep up between Kerry's spread hairy
legs and sent it crashing into his defenseless balls. Then he grabbed
his tits and pinched them between his fingers. Brian pumped several
knee lifts into Kerry's exposed hairy crotch and balls while he
twicked and twisted his tits. Kerry was hanging limply from the ropes
as Brian slapped him across the face to bring him to. Kerry was barely
concious as Brian slipped his right hand down the front of his hard
muscular chest and gut and grabbed him by the balls. Brian pulled
Kerry's head towards his rigid tool and forced him to suck his cock,
while he roughly fondled his big bull balls. Kerry didn't like the
idea of being humiliated like this infront of all these jocks and his
team mates, but he didn't have any choice in the matter. Kerry
resigned himself to the task of sucking Brian's massive thick dick,
and licking his shaved balls. Brian leaned over his captive and
whispered in
his ear, "Do a good job on my dick. I swear that I won't bust your
balls if you do exactly as I say. I want you to be around later, in
private! Do you understand me?"
Kerry nodded his acknowledgement and sucked even harder as Brian
released his hair and droped his hand to pump Kerry's hard cock. Kerry
was an excellant cock sucker as Brian was finding out. As Brian shaved
balls contracted and he shot his load down Kerry's throat, Kerry's own
cock erupted like a volcano and bathed both of their washboard
stomachs with his hot sticky load.
Again Brian whispered in Kerry's ear, "I'm going to instep kick your
balls three times. On the third kick pretend to pass out, I'll untie
you and drag you outside the ring. When Hank and Mike have started to
fight then we'll head for the locker room. OK?"
Kerry whispered back, "OK!"
Kerry knew that if he tried to double cross Brian, he would totally
bust his balls. Kerry trusted Brian to keep his word, he had to, there
was no other choice. Brian's instep clipped his vunerable nuts three
times, he made the kicks appear to be full power but he pulled back
just before his foot made contact with Kerry's hairy nuts. On the
third kick Kerry screamed and "passed out," right on cue. Brian untied
him like he promised and dragged his fallen captive from the combat
arena.
Hank and Tim were shocked at how quickly Brian had defeated Kerry.
Hank said, "Bring him over here!" But Brian dared them to come and
retrieve their fallen comrad by saying, "He is
mine to do with as I please for the rest of the night, maybe longer!"
They both smartly backed down and deserted Kerry.
Mike had already entered the ring and was pacing back and forth like a
caged animal waiting for Hank to come and face him like a man. Hank
sliped between the bottom two ropes and charged straight for Mike. He
knew that Brian and Mike were room mates and suspected that they were
lovers. He wanted to get back at Brian for busting Kerry's balls. He
wanted to crack Mike's smooth nuts, to make him pay for the pain that
Brian unleashed on Kerry as he racked his balls. As Hank
charged, Mike snapped his toes towards his hairy crotch and vunerable
balls. Hank was no fool and grabbed his leg, slipping inside the kick.
Hank used Mike's leg as a guide and slammed his hip between his spread
legs and directly into his vunerable crotch. The impact was tremendous
as Hank's entire weight connected with Mike's crotch and balls. Mike's
hands shot for his damaged nuts as Hank tripped him and dropped him
flat on his back. Mike was in a world of hurt and his balls were still
vunerable as Hank continued to hold his leg. Mike was trying to
protect his naked balls with both of his hands from Hank's savage
attack. Hank knew that he had taken some of the fight out of Mike with
his hip check, but he also knew that Mike had tough nuts and would
fight back savagely, if he let him recover. Hank swung his leg and
kicked Mike's shaved balls, three times his bare foot bashed into
Mike's jewels. Mike even though he was hurting looked at Hank and saw
that in his haste, he wasn't protecting his crotch. Mike threw a heel
kick into Hank's undefended crotch that nailed his balls against his
pubic bone. Mike's heel kick speared Hank's balls and lifted his feet
clean off of the mat. Hank dropped Mike's leg and clutched his own
balls in stomach retching agony. Mike's balls were in better shape and
tougher than Hank's, but not by much. They were both hurting and their
fight had only begun. This fight might not last as long as Brian's and
Kerry's, but on the other hand they were of more equal size.
As Hank rolled around on the mat clutching his hurt nuts, Mike slowly
got to his feet while he massaged his bull balls. Mike strode quitely
towards Hank from behind. Hank rolled onto his knees, his head resting
on the mat, his thighs and ankles spread apart and cupping his balls.
Mike saw his target. He zeroed in on Hank's vunerable balls aimed his
right instep between his spread legs. Mike's instep kick connected
solidly with Hank's hairy low hanging balls. Hank yelled in pain as
Mike's foot mashed his balls into his crotch and he fell flat on his
face. Mike had turned the tables. Mike radiply followed up by dropping
to his knees and forcing Hank to spread his legs wide apart. Mike
rammed his finger tips, nukite style, into Hank's sore sac, then he
grabbed his hairy balls and yanked them viciously. Hank howled as Mike
ripped his balls. Again Mike's hand executed a ball grab and he
squeezed and mashed Hank's balls with his bare hand. Mike's thumb was
spliting Hank's nuts, his fingers were cruelly clamped around his
hairy nuts as he tightened his nut cracker claw. Hank's muscular body
writhed in agony and his arms and legs thrashed wildly, trying
despartely to break Mike's death grip on his balls. Mike shifted his
position to Hank's left side, reached under his throat and then bodily
picked him up. Mike held Hank horiziontally, his right hand still
holding onto Hank's balls and his left dug into his throat. The jocks
watching the fight could hardly believe their eyes as Mike paraded
around the ring, holding Hank up so that every one got a good view of
what he was doing to him. Mike started to lift Hank higher for a gut
busting slam, when Hank swung his left arm back and between Mike's
spread legs.
At this point, when all the jocks were concentrating on the action in
the ring, Brian took Kerry's balls in his hand and motioned towards
the locker room and showers. Kerry understood. The two titans quietly
slipped away to continue their personal fight away from all those
watching eyes. Kerry slipped his bear paw like hand between Brian's
legs and fondled his horse cock and bull balls. Hand in crotch they
walked towards the locker room and privacy. They spoke quietly to each
other, Brian told Kerry that their four friends were quite capable of
taking care of themselves.
Kerry agreed, he kneaded and squeezed his master's bull balls and hard
cock. They entered the locker room and headed for the farest end. They
deceided that if they were interupted they would forget their fight
and both go after the intruder or intruders. They shook hands and
kissed as their battering ram cocks bumped and jabbed at the other's
hairy bush and low hanging nuts.
Hank's elbow smashed into Mike's undefended balls. Mike dropped Hank
as he released his twin holds to clutch his balls with both hands
again. Mike fell to his knees and rolled into a small ball, his groin
on fire. Hank got to his feet before Mike could recover, and attacked
him. Hank grabbed Mike's hair and used a knee lift to smash his jaw.
Mike saw stars and fell backwards. Mike laid in front of Hank, spread
eagled, his vunerable crotch fully exposed. Hank was still wobbly, but
when he saw Mike's defenseless body spread out before him, he quickly
kicked Mike between his spread legs. Hank's toes connected solidly
with Mike's vunerable balls. Mike doubled up with the impact and he
rolled around the mat in agony as Hank stood over him. Mike was on his
stomach when Hank kicked him again, this time underneath his crotch
from behind. Again Hank's toes found their target and left their
impression on Mike. Hank was recovering, but Mike was in trouble. Hank
reached down and grabbed Mike's right ankle, lifting his leg high in
the air. Now that Mike's crotch was exposed again, Hank instep kicked
him. Once, twice, three times Hank's instep slammed into Mike's
vunerable balls, flattening them against his pubes. Mike twisted his
body violently in pain as he tried to escape from Hank's leg hold and
vicious instep kicks. Mike's twisting paid off when he managed to
sweap Hank's left leg as he was launching another kick. Hank tumbled
backwards onto his left side. Mike repeatedly lashed out with his left
foot, hoping to land a kick to any vital point of Hank's body. After
missing Hank three times and kicking his legs four others, Mike's heel
finally found Hank's hairy testicles and dug in. Mike flexed his
muscular leg and kicked Hank's crotch as hard as he could. Mike's
powerful thigh muscles threw Hank back five feet, as his foot ground
into his crotch, and launched him into the ropes.
As Mike slowly regained his breath and composure, he saw Hank draped
across the bottom rope. Hank's spread legs forming a funnel that would
assure him that his low blows wouldn't miss their intended target.
Hank was dazed and the rope was digging into his throat as he laid
there vulnerable and defenseless. Mike's shaved balls were swelling
from Hank's punishing blows, and it took him four minutes to recover.
Hank was still spralled out, his legs spread, but he had been
able to crawl off of the ropes. Mike ran towards Hank and punted him
between his spread legs. Mike's powerful toe kick drove into Hank's
vunerable scrotum and plowed into his hairy nuts. Hank's body slid
half way across the mat from the devastating ball kick. Mike charged
after Hank's defenseless body, rolled him over onto his back and
kicked his hairy legs apart. Mike stomped his heel solidly into Hank's
vunerable balls and pinned them to the mat. Mike reached down and
grabbed him by the ankles, then he dragged Hank back across the mat to
his corner where Steve and Brian were waiting. When Mike asked Steve
about Brian, he relpied, "He was right here just ten minutes ago, with
Kerry. I didn't see them leave. They're around he somewhere." Mike was
satisified with Steve's answer and hooked Hank's ankles under the top
turnbuckle suspending him upside down and making him vunerable
everywhere.
Steve said to Mike, "Work that hairy stud over."
Mike replied, "ALL RIGHT! Watch me BUST him up GOOD!"
With that Mike raised his hand high over his head, brought it down and
chopped Hank's exposed nuts with the edge of his hand. Mike's axe hand
chop almost split Hank's crotch in two. Hank's nuts were starting to
swell. Again and again, Mike chopped Hank's hairy nuts, ten times in
all. Mike raised his hand one more time but this time he brought it
down open palmed and fingers spread. His bear hand strike landed
squarely in Hank's crotch. He clamped his hand shut, trapping his
balls with his vicious nut claw. Hank was in agony and screaming at
the top of his lungs as Mike alternately mashed and released his
balls. Hank saw Mike's naked balls hanging vunerablely between his
spread legs directly over his face. Hank desparatly threw an upper cut
to Mike's undefended
balls. His fist found its mark and his knuckles slammed into Mike's
hairless nuts. Mike was caught off guard by Hank's sudden low blow. He
let go of Hank's balls and grabbed his own balls with both hands. Hank
was unable to release himself from the ropes. Mike was quick to
recover from the sneak
attack and return to his dominating position.
Mike said to Hank, "Now I'm going to really work you over! I'm going
to give you everything your worthless manhood deserves and then some!"
Mike opened his final assault with a front toe kick to Hank's tightly
stretched washboard gut. The kick nearly knocked the wind from Hank's
lungs and his body convulsed from the vicious kick to his solar
plexus. Again Mike kicked Hank's gut. Mike wanted Hank to be conscious
as he mangled his
manhood. Mike moved closer to Hank and stood on his hands, pinning
them to the mat and preventing Hank from punching him in the balls
again. Hank yelled as Mike's full weight pressed down on his hands and
prevented him from counter attacking or protecting himself from Mike's
rage. Mike could now attack Hank's hairy balls at will, but only with
hand and upper body techniques. Mike began to use both hands to
alternately chop Hank's vunerable nuts, left, then right, then another
left and another right. After two minutes of Judo chops, Hank's balls
were swollen to nearly the size of large limes. Mike had a strange
look in his eye as he watched Hank's nuts swell from his punishing
blows. Mike smiled at Steve, held Hank's thighs with his hand and
smashed his forehead into Hank's
balls. Mike cocked his arm and aimed his tightly clenched fist at
Hank's nuts. Six times Mike's hard fist plowed into Hank's testicles.
Each time his fist connected, Hank's balls jumped and his cock jerked
and spasmed. A thin tace of clear fluid dripped from Hank's rock hard
cock as Mike continued to beat the fuck out of his hairy balls. Mike's
cock was also rock hard from the excitement of beating the balls off
of this hunky jock. Hank's balls had swollen to the size of
small oranges and were begining to tightly stretch his scrotum. Mike
could tell from Hank's weakening reactions that he was close to
passing out and utterly defenseless. Mike unhooked Hank's ankles and
let him drop to the mat in a heap. Mike dragged him to the center of
the ring and pulled him up on to all fours, his thighs slightly
spread. Mike stepped behind Hank and sent an instep kick flying
underneath his hairy crotch and into his defenseless balls. The impact
knocked Hank flat on to his face. Mike stepped between his spread legs
and punted his hairy balls with three hard toe kicks. Mike didn't
really want to totally demolish Hank's balls, but he wasn't going to
let him off easy either. He rolled Hank over onto his back and kicked
his legs apart
again.
Mike looked at Steve, wondering what to do next.
Steve said, "Go ah
It is a tradition that each year over the Thanksgiving weekend, for
the college to have a carnival for the general student body to raise
money for the various on campus clubs and for charities. Most of the
students leave to be with their families, but many stay over in the
dorms. The jocks of Sigma Chi and from the various teams stage a
private carnival of their own. Usually it is held at the frat house
where most of them are members, but this year the coaches have
arranged for them to use the old Men's Gym. The main carnival is being
held in the brand new field house, and there won't be any conflict or
breach of privacy for the jock strap clad or naked stud. Each team
sets up and mans one or two booths. Tickets are sold on a selective
basis by the members, only pledges or athletes from nearby high school
teams, boxing, wrestling, water polo and football. All body
contact sports, with tough jock studs, willing to put their balls on
the line, to give another stud's balls a thourough working over while
taking another stud jock's best ball shots like a real man.
The water polo team has set up two booths this year. The first is what
appears to be your ordinary "DUNKING" booth, a hinged seat inside of a
cage suspended over a tank of heated water and a target protruding
from the right side. But this booth is different, the target is the
first clue. It is shaped like a pair of human balls, hanging low and
heavy, beneath the pivot bar. Inside the tank a
steel pipe connects the front panel with the rear, it splits the tank
in two. When the target is hit squarely and solidly with a baseball,
the target rotates and dumps the hapless jock spread legged over the
steel bar. The jock has no way of protecting his crotch and balls from
the impeding impact since he is naked and pumping his rod for all he
is worth. All who try this booth are aware of what is in store for
them when the target is struck. Their nuts had better be tough. Their
cocks are long and hard, as they taunt the ones throwing baseballs.
All the time they are stroking their cocks, they taunt the pitcher
with dirty talk about the size of his manhood, and what they would do
to or with him in private, or on the field of play. They pump their
cocks rapidly, attempting to jack off before the thrower can hit the
bulls eye and split his crotch. If a jock stud gets his rocks off
while someone is attempting to hit the target, then they must trade
places. The one throwing now has to enter the cage and put his balls
on the line, or over the steel bar. This makes for a lively exchange
of targets since everyone must pitch 3 balls at least once during the
evening. Occasionally some stud really wants to prove that he has
tough nuts, or he simply enjoys having his crotch split by the steel
bar and getting his nuts cracked. He may be up there for hours, but if
he is knocked out by a pitch then the pitcher must enter the cage and
become the target. When the jock stud with the cracked nuts recovers,
he is the first pitcher.
The second water polo booth is simular except that the target stud is
tied spread eagled behind a sheet of plexiglass, putting his entire
naked physique on display. The main diference is that the stud can't
play with his stiff dick and jack off, he is completely helpless. An
oval hole is strategically located to expose the stud's balls to the
lead shot filled bean bags that are thrown at his family jewels.
Because the distance is less and the throws must be underhanded, four
solid direct hits out of five to the stud's balls are needed to keep
from being exchanged with the target. Hit his balls five times in a
row and you get to throw again. Hit his nuts ten times in a row and
you can pick a fresh target, anyone, no matter who, even a coach. If,
when his balls are
struck with a bean bag, he shoots his wad then he must be taken down
and exchanged with the thrower. Again this allows for a variety of
different targets.
The boxing team booths are set up in the training room where two
boxing rings are located. At the first booth the studs take turns
being bound with ropes and suspended, naked, from a cross beam where
normally the heavy punching bag hangs.Their hands are tied behind
their backs to prevent any
defense or counter attack. The stud's ankles are tied together to
prevent him from kicking and then loosly tied to the floor to stop him
from protecting himself, while allowing him to swing like a heavy bag
as he is struck with gloved fists. A large sign proclaims: HITTING
BELOW THE BELT PERMITTED TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT!
The second booth is both boxing rings. Rounds are limited to 2 minutes
and fights to 3 rounds, one jock strap clad coach acts as "referee"
but his main job is to declare a winner. There are no weight limits
and few rules to hamper the naked fighters in this ring, low blows are
legal along with knees to the nuts. Basically dirty fighting is the
forte of all who enter the roped circles, alley tactics and locker
room rough housing are the preferred styles. Any stud can challenge
the jock stud in the ring or another member of the team or another
jock. The winner can choose to remain in the ring or force the looser
to defend the ring. The stud who stays in the ring for the most rounds
will be crowned "The Boxing Champion of the Carnival" and receive an
award, a
statue depicting a gloved fist punching a massive pair of balls and
engraved with "The Dirtiest Fighter with the Toughest nuts," at the
atheletic awards banquet along with a full black leather foulproof
cup.
The wrestling team's arena is in their workout room. The mats almost
totally cover the floor and walls. Off to one side there is a place
where a stud can be tied to the floor, on his hands and knees allowing
his balls to swing freely between his spread legs and totally exposing
them. Being tied in the down position prevents the stud from escaping
or defending his balls from any hold or blow that the top stud wants
to use on him. There are two mats for naked no holds barred wrestling,
one for regular locker room rough housing and a second for prankton,
the style of the ancient Greeks. The rules are similar to the boxing
rules, anything goes, no fouls except eye gouges, strangles or chokes.
Again the jock strap clad coach's job is to declare a victor, but only
by submission or KO not by a pin.
The football team has choosen three booths, ring the bell, ring toss
and pass the football. The ring the bell setup has been modified so
that a stud's balls are positioned in line with the flying weight. He
will be strapped near the top of the framework with his balls hanging
free and the rail running up the crack of his ass. An extra piece of
curved steel has been welded to the top of the weight to ensure that
if it strikes his crotch, his balls will be flattened as well, and a
loud scream of agony will puncuate the impact. The striking platform
is adjustable to compensate for the strength of the jock attempting to
ring the stud's chimes. Knocking him unconscious means that it is your
turn to put your balls on the line as the target, but causing the stud
to shoot his wad means that the jock standing behind you must strip
and take his place.
Their second booth is a low raised table where a stud will be
restrained spread eagled and a noose tied around the base of his cock
and balls forcing him to maintain a hard on. The object is to toss the
heavy steel rings over his stiff dick where they will slide down the
rigid shaft and slam into his balls until his entire cock is encased
with the steel rings. Tossing the rings directly into his balls is
also allowed and encouraged. If all the rings land on his cock and
encase the head or the stud blows his load then the jock tossing the
rings may designate a new target. The third booth is equally
imagainative, again the target stud is bound spread eagled but this
time
vertically on a large circular board. The object is to throw small
hard footballs, aiming for the stud's nuts and to hit them with the
perfect pass although his entire body is available as a target.
Sometimes side bets are made by various jocks as to whether one can
hit the stud's nipples or washboard gut or the head of his stiff dick.
But tonight is thursday and the carnival doesn't start until friday.
The coaches and their studs had finished erecting the equiptment when
the star jock of the water polo team, Brian, was jumped by the heavy
weight captain of the wrestling team, Carig. Craig had wanted to even
the score with Brian ever since he lost three rough and dirty cock
fights in a row to Brian in the locker room. Craig reached between
Brian's spread hard muscular legs and grabbed his shaved balls with
his powerful hand, his thumb dug deeply between Brian's huge nuts.
Brian was quick to react and he snapped his heel straight up into
Craig's undefended levi clad nuts, just like he had done to so many
speedo clad studs during water polo matches. The heel kick connected
solidly with Craig's nuts and it broke his grip on Brian's balls.
The water polo coach, Steve, and the wrestling coach, Jim, were quick
to step in and separate the two hot jocks. The head football coach
came forward and stood between them, he shoved one hand into each of
their fully packed levi clad baskets and grabbed their nuts with his
powerful hands.
"Alright! So you two studs each want a piece of each other. Since all
of the work seems to be finished, I don't see why not. Maybe we should
test the equiptment before tomorrow night and make sure that
everything works. How does that sound? Do you guys like my idea. Good!
Now EVERYONE STRIP!"
Quickly, but not silently, thirty five shirts came off exposing hard
muscular chests, arms and washboard stomachs, some hairy and some
hairless. There was fewer than one quarter of the teams present but
that still made for thirty stud jocks and five coaches, more than
enough to test the equiptment and each other. It didn't take much
longer before socks, shoes and pants followed, allowing hard cocks and
low hanging bull balls to swing freely between hard muscular tanned
thighs.
"Now since you two studs seem be hot to trot and open these games,
lets move to the wrestling arena where you two can get down to
business! Anyone who wants to join us is welcome, otherwise you may
use any equiptment or partner that you desire."
Craig and Brian led the way to the wrestling arena, followed by eight
equally hung muscular jocks and the three coaches. All of them with
stiff dicks standing straight out in front of their hairy groins as
their balls swung between their thighs.
Craig and Brian steped onto the mat designated for the prankton as
their entourage surrounded them and formed a large circle. Without
much ado they charged each other, hands held low and reaching for the
other's cock and balls. Their hard bodies slammed together. Brian
rammed his knee solidly between Craig's spread legs and into his bush.
Brian's knee lift raised Craig's feet off of the mat as his thigh
ground and gouged his hairy balls without mercy. Craig reached for
Brian's shaved nuts and grabbed them with his infamous nutcracker
claw. He hoped to defeat Brian quickly as he yanked and twisted
Brian's hairless balls while he squeezed and mashed them with his
powerful grip. Brian howled in pain as Craig tore his crotch apart and
mangled his balls. Brian raised his knee and again jammed it between
Craig's spread legs, this time his knee nearly pulverized Craig's
balls, and broke his ball crushing grip. Brian swung his hand in a
wide arc and slapped Craig's hairy balls with his open palm. The
instant Brian felt his fingers touch his target, he clamped a
vice like nut claw of his own on Craig's nuts. Brian quickly got
behind Craig and tripped him. Craig spralled on the mat with Brian's
nut claw still digging into his huge vunerable balls. Brian was going
to make sure that Craig remembered this fight and wasn't going stop
working over his family jewels until Craig was totally incapicated or
out of commission for at least two weeks.
Brian kept his crotch well back and his balls out of Craig's reach
while he continued to
squeeze and mash his balls. Brian pulled Craig to his knees and spread
his legs. Brian released his ball grab and plowed his knee into
Craig's hanging nuts. Four more times Brian rammed his knee into
Craig's vunerable swinging balls and bashed them into his hairy
crotch. Each time Brian's knee connected Craig yelled in agony. Brian
brought his right arm back and swung a forearm smash underneath
Craig's spread legs. Brian pump handled him viciously five times, his
hard muscular forearm pounding Craig's defenseless balls. As Brian
scooped up Craig's leg and dumped him onto his back, he ended up
between his spread legs. Brian aimed his open hand at Craig's
vunerable balls and slammed it into them. Brian grabbed him by the
balls and ripped his balls. Craig writhed
and twisted as Brian mangled his family jewels, but he was defenseless
and Brian was in absolute control. Brian began to bump his knee into
Craig's hairy crotch while he continued to crush Craig with his nut
cracker. The pain was begining to overwhelm Craig, but Brian wasn't
through with him yet. Craig was crying out in pain and agony, his arms
and legs thrashing wildly, as Brian viciously squeezed and mashed his
balls with his powerful nut claw. Brian knew how to use dirty tactics
to work over an opponents balls and that he could out foul any other
stud at the college. He also fought dirtier than any gutter rat that
was dumb enough to fight with him especially
if it was in a dark alley. He prided himself as being the dirtiest
street fighter at the college, and the "number one" dirty water polo
player in the state, if not the country.
Suddenly Brian released his nut cracker grab, made a fist and drove a
vicious upper cut into Craig's battered balls. Brian's hard bare
knuckles dug deeply into Craig's tenderized nuts as he twisted his
fist, grinding Craig's scrotum with a corkscrew like twist. His meaty
fist landed with more than enough force to crack Craig's nuts all by
itself and knock him out cold. Brian stood up, victorious, and kicked
Craig's lifeless legs wide apart, totally exposing his defenseless
balls, before he stomped and ground his calloused heel viciously into
Craig's vunerable balls four times. For good measure he drew his
muscular leg back and sent his toes pile driving into Craig's hairy
balls one last time. As Craig's nuts cracked from Brian's devastating
ball busting onslaut his cock blasted so hard, that cum splattered his
face and covered his chest and gut with its sticky whiteness.
The eight other jocks and the three coaches were panting after
watching this first ball busting fight of the night. Eleven cocks
dripped as they paired off and prepared to repeat the performance that
they had just seen. Jim, the wrestling coach wanted to revenge Craig's
defeat by cracking
this young punk's shaved nuts and ruining his future just as he had
busted Craig's huge hairy bull balls. Jim, in an emotional angry rage,
jumped onto the mat to fight Brian. His face was beet red and his
powerful muscles bulging, as he seethed in anger. Brian didn't seem
too suprised at Jim's
eagerness to avenge Craig's total defeat and quickly turned to face
this new challenger. He had wanted a fight to an absolute finish with
Jim ever since he had found out that he prided himself on being a
dirtier fighter than Steve, his water polo coach. Brian would teach
Jim a thing or two and take great pleasure in doing it. He wanted to
work over Jim's balls in the worst way, in public or in private. To
destroy Jim's manhood just as violently and viciously as he was able
to, just as he had busted Craig's once proud bull balls. To put Jim's
sex life out of order infront of his own wrestling team and the other
jocks. As a warning to what they could expect if they thought that
they were better or dirtier fighters than the water polo team and why
his nickname was "Buster."
Jim was determined not to make the same mistake that Craig had made.
He didn't rush Brian, but as soon as Brian was within range, he aimed
an instep kick for his huge low hanging balls. Brian sensed what Jim
was planing to do. As Jim's instep kick headed for an abrupt impact
with his bull
balls that swung low and heavy between his spread legs. Brian reached
down and grabbed Jim's ankle as it neared his crotch. Jim knew what
was going happen next, now that Brian had intercepted his suprise
attack. Jim quickly dropped his hands to shield his vunerable balls.
Brian lifted Jim's leg high in the air and launched a toe kick of his
own aimed underneath Jim's exposed crotch and directly for his hairy
balls. Jim's hands were clutching his nuts tightly in anticipation
when
the ball of Brian's foot connected squarely with its intended target,
his family jewels. Jim screamed as a searing pain shot through his
lower abdomen, he thought that his crotch was on fire. Brain swept his
leg behind Jim's other leg and dropped him hard to the mat on his
back. Brian held Jim's leg and then spread them wide apart, exposing
his hairy crotch and balls again. Jim now knew that he was in big
trouble.
Brian kicked between his spread legs, his toes plowed into Jim's huge
bull balls with a sickening thud, followed by a long loud high pitched
scream from Jim's throat. Jim began to plead with Brian, to beg for
his balls. Tears were flowing freely down his face, but Brian calmly
drew his leg back and again drove his toes into Jim's sac. Brian
flipped Jim over onto his washboard stomach and held him in a half
crab. Brian lowered Jim's groin slowly to the mat while he reared back
on his hold, straining Jim's spine and bringing his nuts ever closer
to his heel. When Jim's loose hairy nuts were resting on his heel,
Brian began to grind them with his heel. Brian lifted Jim up about six
inches and began to snap kick his heel into his hairy balls. Brian
ground and kicked his heel into Jim's nuts for three solid minutes. He
kicked his balls at least 100 times Jim was in a real world of hurt.
Brian was doing an expert job of tenderizing his family jewels, slowly
grinding them, as the pain continued to build. When Brian was
satisified that Jim nuts were softened up and he was defenseless, he
released his hold and dropped onto his back.
Quickly Brian shot his arm underneath Jim's crotch and reached for his
balls. When Brian's hand reached Jim's balls, he secured his nut claw,
digging his thumb between the twin orbs. The wrestling coach writhed
and twisted and beat the mat in agony as Brian said, "Now you'll find
out why they call me 'Buster!'" He squeezed and mashed Jim's hairy
balls between his powerful sinuey fingers, rolling his red hot,
swollen nuts between them. Jim was helpless as this young stud jock
mangled his balls with his powerful nut cracker claw. All Jim could
yell was, "My nuts! AGUUUH! You've got my nuts! AGUUUUH! PLEASE STOP!
Your'e ruining me!" Jim continued to beg and plead for Brian to stop.
His arms and legs thrashed wildly as Brian continued to inflict untold
pain and
damage on his family jewels. Brian was slowly increasing the pressure
while he yanked and twisted Jim's sac. Jim was going to pay for what
he had done to his water polo coach, Steve.
All this time Steve had been fighting with one of his own water polo
players, Mike, a stud from the varsity team and Brian's room mate.
They were evenly matched both physically and in ball strength. Their
fight had ended in a draw, but neither had held back. They had both
man handled the other's family jewels with a vengence until their fat
stiff dicks had unloaded copious amounts of sticky white cum. As they
sat up they saw Brian totally dominating Jim. They heard him begging
for his balls, and they saw the look in Brian's eyes as he rentlessly
mauled Jim's balls. Mike called to Brian, "Hey Buster, you got another
pair!"
He looked at them. When he saw Steve and Mike, his two fuck buddies,
sitting there with cum drenched bodies, a broad smile appeared on his
face.
"Coach! Mike! Who won?"
"We both did! It was a good fight, Buster!" Steve called back.
"Come here. I want both of you to be near to me as I work this
fucker's hairy balls over! See how I have his future in my hand! I
have complete control over him. He is mine, his balls are all mine. I
am draining his strength and manhood. It is flowing through my hand,
up my arm and into my balls! His weak nuts are surrendering but my
balls growning more powerful. With each new squeeze more of his manly
power flows into my body. I will bust his balls and steal his jewels
for what he did to you!"
Steve's shaved balls churned with excitement as Brian spoke with his
deep bass masculine voice. His cock stiffened and prepared to unload
again. Jim had met him "privately" in the coach's locker room one
night, and they had gotten into a real dirty cock fight. Steve was
beating Jim decisively, he was about to submit, when Craig from the
wrestling team entered the room. He jammed his arm between Steve's
legs and grabbed his shaved balls with his bear like hand. He pulled
him off of Jim. Apparently Craig was Jim's secret lover and protege.
Jim had trained him well in the art of dirty wrestling and locker room
ball fighting. He was the roughest and dirtiest member of the
wrestling team. He had the muscles and the tough hairy nuts to take on
and defeat any challenger. Craig held Steve up while Jim worked his
hairless nuts over with low blows and knee lifts. After five minutes
of heavy pounding when Steve's balls were softened up, Craig took
over. Craig worked his tenderized balls over even more viciously,
using knee lifts, forearm smashes, upper cuts, and his paticularly
devastating nut cracker claw to mash and bash Steve's balls. He
finally finished Steve off with a series of instep kicks between his
spread legs, each one slamming full force into his family jewels and
crushing them against his crotch until he passed out. Then Craig
rammed his stiff dick up his ass and fucked him, while Jim shoved his
cock down his deep throat and fucked his face. Steve would never
forget that night, and neither would Brian, he had heard the noises of
combat comming from the coach's locker room as he was leaving for the
night. After they had changed to moans of sexual preasure and the
screams of agony had ceased, he entered the room to investigate. What
he found was Steve, HIS water polo coach, being forced to suck the
wrestling coach's big dong while this powerfully built and hung
wrestler, Craig, held
him with a full nelson and had impailed his asshole with his
monsterous cock. He quickly moved behind the wrestling coach and
reached between his spread hairy legs. His fingers found his favorite
target, a stud's balls, and he grabbed them viciously with a nut claw
his thumb splitting Jim's sac. He had ripped Jim's huge low hanging
balls until he had pulled him off of HIS coach. Then he went after the
wrestler, they were evenly matched, both of them were BIG boys. He
slapped
Craig with his open hand as he continued to fuck Steve and nearly
knocked him out with one blow. Craig released his nelson and as he
fell back his long hard cock pulled free from Steve's asshole with a
loud pop. Brian stepped over Steve and drove his heel directly into
Craig's extraordinaryly huge nuts. He stomped Craig's hairy balls with
all his weight and ground them into the hard concrete floor. Then he
stepped back and sent a toe kick into Jim's balls for good measure.
With Steve freed and his attackers clutching their damaged nuts,
curled up in litte balls and moaning in agony, Brian helped Steve get
dressed and they left for his apartment where they would be alone.
Brian massaged Steve's aching and battered body before they made love
and fell asleep wrapped in each other's muscular arms.
Brian had fought with Craig on numerous other occassions, they had a
real feud going. None of fights were one sided because they were
evenly matched and they both fought equally dirty. Brian had more
victories, but Craig refused to give up as long as Brian was able to
defeat him. The coaches had met several other times but no clear cut
champion was deceided. Now it was different, Brian had busted Craig's
balls decisively and was busy cracking his lover's nuts with his bare
hands. Loving every second of it as he tortured Jim's mangled family
jewels for what he had done to Steve, and Steve was taking great
pleasure in watching "Buster" work over Jim's balls, handing him a
crushing defeat.
Brian was really mashing Jim's hairy balls, yanking and twisting them
violently as he continued to rip his balls. Jim's attempts to excape
were growing more feable as his power flowed into Brian's muscular
body. Brian was doing his best to tear Jim's crotch apart.
Jim weakly said, "You dirty puke, I'm going to get even with you for
this!"
Brian suddenly stood up and said with his booming voice, "I'm going to
make you regret those words! I'll give you something to remember me by
for the rest of your life!"
Steve said, " FINISH his balls off, Buster, he doesn't deserve to keep
them."
With that Brian grabbed Jim by the ankles and spread legs apart
forming a "V" that pointed straight at his crotch. Then he brought his
powerful right leg back and punted Jim's balls. Six times Brian's toes
plowed into Jim's family jewels each kick harder than the previous,
each kick demolishing them a little more. Steve crawled over to Jim's
supline body and wrapped his hand around Jim's stiff dick. He began to
jack Jim off, he pumped his hand up and down the entire eight
inches of the slipperly hard cock. Steve timed his pumping fist with
Brian's toe kicks. As his fist slid down Jim's slipperly pole it
pounded against Jim's hairy balls, seting them up and trapping them
for Brian's devastatingly accurate toe kicks. Twenty times Steve's
fist pumped Jim's cock and hammered his balls. And twenty times, just
as the fist reached the bottom of its stroke, Brian's toes slammed
into the same target. Jim's balls were being pounded into mush by the
two shaved stud water polo jocks. Jim's balls were swollen to the size
of oranges, beaten black and blue by Brian's unrelenting and viciously
destructive attacks. Jim was just starting to cum, when Brian came
down with all his weight and landed full force on his defenseless left
nut with
a knee drop. Jim was shooting his wad as Brian's knee plowed into his
left nut and completely pulverized it, flatening it like a pancake.
Brian gouged the mushy remains of Jim's left
nut with his knee viciously, before siting down between Jim's spread
legs. He raised his right hand high over his head and brought his ham
of a fist down with the force of a pile driver. His knuckles slammed
into Jim's defenseless right nut. Jim's right nut popped as Brian
twisted his bare knuckles into Jim's destroyed sac. He grabbed Jim's
hairy sac and felt the results of his expert handywork. Jim was
finished as Brian squeezed the last of his cum from his once proud
bull balls with his most vicious nut cracking claw yet. Brian had
cracked Jim's nuts. It would be a long, long time, if ever, before Jim
would be able to have sex with anyone. He would carry the pain of
defeat for the rest of his life.
Brian wasn't going to worry about reprisals because no one would dare
say a word about the goings on here, or in the locker room. Mike stood
up and wrapped his strong arms around Brian to hug him tightly, their
stiff dicks jabbing each other's groins and shaved bull balls. Then
Mike stepped
behind Brian and let his hands drop to Brian's manhood. He stroked
Brian's big fat dick with his right hand and reached between Brian's
legs to fondle his untouched bull balls. Mike's left hand kneaded
Brian's massive bull balls with his strong fingers and he only had to
pump his iron three times until Brian shot his wad, covering the
prostrate Jim from head to busted balls with cum. Before the three
studs left the wrestling arena to find out what devious things the
other stud jocks were doing to each other, they draged Craig's and
Jim's unconcious bodies across the mats and secured their wrists and
ankles with ropes to the hooks in the floor. Steve called to another
member of the water polo team, and sent him to the coach's locker room
to fetch his shaving kit. The young jock returned and handed the kit
to Steve. He opened it, and took out a small rechargable hair
clippers. Steve handed the clippers to Brian, who quickly went to work
Jim's hairy crotch and balls, removing every hair from them. Brian
handed the clippers to Steve and siad, "Now it is your turnto shave
Craig's worthless balls. Steve didn't stop until Craig entire crotch,
balls, and groin were completely hairless. Leaving their bodies and
cracked shaved nuts
exposed and defenseless for the other studs to use and abuse.
Steve had introduced Brian and Mike to the freedom of shaved balls by
shaving both of them with his straight razor after their first varisty
game. He had also allowed Brian to shave his balls, and he had done
such a good job that Steve had him shave his balls twice a week after
that. Brian got so turned on by shaving Steve's and Mike's balls that
he wanted to shave the entire team's balls too. At first three of the
biggest varsity jocks argued with Brian in a vain attempt to
save the hair on their balls. Brian overcame their resistance by
simply challenging all three of them to a cock fight in the showers.
Buster lived up to his nickname, and bashed their balls easily. He
defeated each of them in turn, and shaved their balls without further
complaint. Soon Brian was shaving the entire water polo team's balls.
They erotically enjoyed the feeling as Brian roughly gripped their
balls and the hard cold steel scraped over their sensitive sacs.
Having
their balls shaved also gave them a slight advantage over their
unshaven opponents, there wasn't any hair to pull from their crotches
or balls. The water polo team's moral and physical performance
improved after Brian started shaving them. Some of the jocks from the
other teams made fun of them. The water polo teams's answer was a
locker room brawl. The water polo jocks over powered and bashed the
other jocks balls and defeated all comers.
No one was using the water polo team's dunking booth even though the
water was ice cold and would add to the punishment of the unlucky
target. Three of the football studs were taking turns and trading
places at the bean bag toss. But they were not tossing the heavy bags
underhanded, they were throwing them over handed and putting all their
strength behind the throws as they aimed for each other's nuts. The
number one stud that was the target was exteemly well hung, his big
shaved balls were hanging low outside the oval hole, and his stiff
dick was trying to reach the ceiling because a fourth stud was behind
him. His large cock buried to the hilt, deep in the first stud's
asshole. He was humping away on this stud, pumping his stiff dick in
and out of his tight ass, even as number one's naked balls were being
struck repeatedly by the heavy lead filled bags. All four studs were
rock hard, both their bodies and their big dicks. The first stud that
was the target, screamed in relief as the fourth stud's cock, that was
buried deep inside his guts, unloaded.
The stud that was doing the fucking slammed number one's hard well
defined hairless muscular body against the plexiglass repeatedly as
his hairy balls emptied their heavy load. Now it was the fourth stud's
turn to become the target, even though his balls were drained, they
still hung low and heavy, an inviting target. The three studs released
the target stud, the one's whose balls had been pounded by the bean
bags and his ass royaly fucked by number four. He curled up in a
little ball and rolled around on the floor for three minutes before he
was able to stand on his own wobbly feet, clutching his aching gonads.
Now number four was tied to the plexiglass, his hairy balls exposed
through the hole. His cock began to stiffen as the number two stud
slid his hard
cock between his ass cheeks and penerated his tight hole.
Number one had recovered sufficiently to slam the first bean bag into
number four's big balls. Soon number one and three were throwing the
bags with an ever increasing tempo against number four's hairy balls,
slamming them against the unyielding plexiglass. Number three's stiff
slipperly dick was sliding in and out of his asshole, keeping time to
the impacting bean bags. After five minutes of having his balls hit by
the lead filled bags and his ass reamed by number
three, number four's jerking cock erupted again. Number two shot his
wad into his guts as number four splatered cum all over the front of
the plexiglass panel, and onto the floor. The three water polo jocks
stroked their hard dicks and tugged at each other's balls before
moving on.
A larger group was at the RING MY CHIMES booth. Already four jocks had
been incapicated their chimes rung, their balls struck repeatedly by
the heavy solid steel weight. They were
curled up tightly in little balls and moaned in agony as they clutched
their battered balls. Their hands were riveted to their crotches,
clutching and massaging their injured manhoods. They had known what to
expect, the challenge of hard cold steel against soft tender nuts and
lost. But even
in their agony they were in ecasty. One had been struck twelve times
by the flying weight squarely in his defenseless nuts and not passed
out. He blasted his on to the stud swinging the heavy wooden mallat,
covering him from head to toe with his cum. But three more, equally
hung, jocks were waiting in line for their turn, to put their balls on
the line and challenge the flying weight. To see how many soild direct
hits their balls could withstand before passing out or
getting their rocks off.
One very healthy football stud was tied to the passing target, his
beautiful naked body fully exposed to the flying footballs. His balls
hung low and heavy between his deeply tanned thighs, and his massive
tool pointed slightly upwards from his dark hairy bush in a gentle
curve. Two of the quarter backs were taking turns throwing the
footballs at him. They would decide what part of his totally exposed
body to aim for, and then trade full power throws. They continued to
throw the footballs until one of them scored a direct hit on the
chosen point of impact, then they would pick a new point of impact.
With so beautiful a piece of young masculine meat exposed before them
to aim for, they concentrated mainly on his huge low hanging shaved
nuts. They would first aim for
his left nut and then for his right nut trying to impail his balls
with the pointed ends of the footballs. The target jock was enjoying
his torment as the small footballs struck and bounced off of his big
hairless balls. The impacts caused his balls to swing wildly between
his spread legs only to slam into the hard back stop with a solid
thump. Again and again the quarter backs took aim and let their passes
fly with unerring accuracy until their target's long hard cock began
to spasm and jerk before sending a jet of jism shooting seven feet.
After his balls had emptied themselves, the two jocks released him
from his bonds and fondled his tough proven nuts. Then one of the
quarter backs climbed onto the back stop and allowed the other two
studs to tie him up. The two jocks stepped back and began the ritual
all over again.
By far the largest group of jocks was in boxing room. One of the
managers had been unwillingly bound and hung up as a punching bag. His
well defined body was an open invitation for anyone who felt like
pounding his fist, gloved or not, into a defenseless well built stud.
Suspended there
helplessly, with his low hanging balls swinging between his legs, he
would be well used tonight. His balls would be the jocks primary
target for their fists and knees. His balls had already absorbed
considerable punishment from the numberous jocks in the room. All he
could do is cry out in pain and agony as low blow after low blow
slammed into his balls, and an occasional jock pumped his knee into
his nuts. The jocks were giving his balls and body no quarter or rest,
whenever one would walk past him they would throw another jab or hook
into his balls or washboard abdominal muscles, digging their knuckles
into his flesh.
Both boxing rings were in use and it as obvious that several of the
jocks had lost, and lost badly. Some were sitting on benches, while
others were doubled up in pain on the floor and clutching their
battered balls tightly. It appeared that here, or in the wrestling
room, was where the most intense and violent public ball busting
action would take place. The rest and possibly the best would occour
in the locker room, at someone's private home or outside underneath
the football bleachers without benefit of an audience.
Both Mike and Brian, along with Steve, liked to mix it up with any
stud or jock, any time and any place. To use their fists, knees and
feet on a tough stud in a fight while defending against his dirty
tactics. To get into a brawl where a knee in the nuts or a low blow
was the best part of
the fight. Their well deserved reputations as dirty fighters stemed
from the numerous back alley fights they had gotten into after matches
and games. They would match tough nuts with any jock during a
competition, or in the locker room or in a private match. They wanted
another stud to attack their balls first because then they would have
all the excuse they needed to attack his balls. They would attack his
balls and not let up until he submitted to their dirty rough house
tactics. They really got off on working over a stud's balls until he
quit. They always won their fights, because they were stronger, fought
dirtier and had tougher nuts than any opponents that they had fought
with, so far. The least their opponents could expect was to be knocked
out, usually with a nut cracker claw or a series of kicks and blows to
their vunerable nuts. They knew what Brian or Mike was capibable of
doing to another stud's manhood. And Brian had proved it, by
what he did to Craig's and Jim's family jewels. Brian, Mike, and Steve
were still horney and ready to challenge anyone to a rough house, down
and dirty low blows alley fight. From the size of the group it was
obvious that they wouldn't have to go cruising the alleys for someone
to fight with. Even though they had reputations for being vicious
dirty fighters, there was always another big bull balled stud that
wanted to be THE ONE that defeated them, it didn't matter which, in a
real no holds or blows barred fight. THE ONE whose balls could absorb
their devastating ball bashing tactics and surive, only to use more
vicious, foul, dirty fighting techniques to crack their shaved nuts.
THAT is what it was all about. Bust or be busted, no quarter asked or
given, just one hell of a fight! This weekend would bring even more
available studs into the fighting arena, but they wanted ACTION and
they wanted it NOW, tonight.
By the time the Carnival opened on friday night, they would have
recover and be ready to fight again with any new stud jock. They
especially wanted to fight with some young well built high school stud
jock with big hairless bull balls. One who was cocky and sure of
himself and his hot tight muscular body. One who was willing to risk
his balls in a fight with a hot college water polo jock. One that
liked to fight real dirty in public or private and would put up a good
fight, to submission. One that would pull out all the stops to win and
fight anything goes and not stop until they were both exhaused or one
was beaten senseless. Maybe they would find a young jock, or jocks,
that wanted to learn their dirty style of fighting and put it to good
use both on the field and off.
Now, tonight, it was time to find a jock who wanted to prove that his
balls are tough and wanted to test their reputation as the studs with
the toughest nuts at the college. They had spoted several likely
candidates, all big muscular studs with big balls. Ones that they had
not fought with before and ones that wanted to get in to a no holds
barred dirty cock and ball fight to a knock out. Word of Brian's ball
busting fight with Craig and Jim reached the room. A member of the
wrestling team, who Brian had been cruising, approached and challenged
him to fight. Brian didn't waste any time in taking this big hunk up
on his challenge. And Kerry was BIG, 6 feet, 3 inches and 258 pounds
of sculptured muscle, with 21 inch arms, a 49 inch chest, legs like
tree trunks, and hung like a horse with the balls of a prize bull.
This was going to be a real ball busting fight and a fight to a
finish, only one of them was going to walk or limp from the ring.
In the mean time, two other wrestlers had challenged Steve and Mike to
fight, their fights would take place after Brian and Kerry were
finished. They weren't any way as big as Kerry, but their bodies were
as powerfully packed with muscles. Hank was 5 feet, 11 inches and 193
pounds of rock hard muscle, with 18 inch arms, a 47 inch chest and
short powerful legs. His cock was 6 inches but his hairy balls were
enormous and swung low between his muscular thighs. As he swagered up
to Mike, his balls swinging from side to side and slapping against his
thighs, he stared directly into Mike's eyes with his penetrating gaze.
They were evenly matched as to height and muscular weight, but Mike's
cock was much larger although his shaved balls couldn't match Hank's
for size, but they were tougher and thats what counted.
Tim, the smallest of the three wrestling jocks, stepped forward and
faced Steve, so close infact that his stiff dick struck Steve's balls.
He was jealous of the water polo coach's handsome features and his
more than ample plumbing. He wanted in the worst way to fight with
this older jock stud and tie his shaved balls in a knot. Tim was 5'9"
and 173 pounds of tough fighting jock to Steve's 6' and 201 pounds of
solid rippling muscle. Steve also out ranked Tim in every physical
measurement, especially his 9" cut cock, and huge turkey egg sized
balls. Tim, with his smaller 5" dick and walnut sized hairy nuts
wanted to crack Steve's eggs. He was going to use every dirty trick
that he knew to scramble those big eggs, if and when he got the
chance.
The challenges were accepted enthusiastically by both sides and a pact
was quickly reached, that if for some reason they couldn't finish
their fights in the ring then they would meet in the locker room or
under the grand stands. None of six were going to back out of the
challenges, no matter who won or where the fights took place. Kerry,
Hank and Tim headed for one corner while Brian, Mike and Steve the
opposite one, the battle lines had been drawn. The other jocks
gathered
around the sides of the ring for a closer view and vowed that only the
two chosen fighters would be allowed in the ring at the same time.
They weren't going to allow any outside interference for any reason,
until there was a winner and a looser.
Brian and Kerry climbed through the ropes and faced each other. The
fight was on. Kerry had wrestled with Craig during team work outs many
times and Craig had educated him well with his dirty wrestling
tactics. They fought numerous times in private, and although Kerry
could over power Craig with his greater muscular strength, Craig
always had him begging for his balls. But Craig wasn't there or in any
condition to help him. He had to face Brian, Craig's and his wrestling
coach's tormentor, alone, one on one. He had not seen what Brian had
done to his friends, he had only heard the results of the fight. Kerry
was capable physically over powering
Brian much like he could over power Craig. Kerry hoped that Craig's
lessons in dirty wrestling and ball bashing when coupled with his
great physical strength and stamina would allow him to overcome Brian
and avenge Craig's terrible defeat. Brian knew that Craig worked out
with Kerry, but he didn't know how much he had taught him in the art
of dirty fighting and wrestling. He would soon find out, first hand.
The two titans wairly circled and analyized each other, neither could
spot a weakness in the other's body or defenses. Brian was a
disadvantage because of Kerry's longer arms and legs and his big
bulging muscles. But Kerry's huge bulging basket and low hanging hairy
balls were an open
invitation for Brian's unscrupulious ball bashing tactics and he
stared at them for a long time, planing and ploting how he would put
this stud out of action. Kerry's gaze also concentrated on Brian's
fully exposed crotch, his long fat hard cock pointing slightly upwards
and his two giant nuts resting at the bottom of his smoothly shaved
sac. They would be the focus of his brutal attacks, he wasn't going to
stop attacking Brian's balls as long as he was able to attack them
unless Brian defeated him first. Neither had fought in a roped circle
before, although both of them had had fanticies about how to use the
ropes to bind a defeated opponent after a fight. They circled closer
and closer in the center of the ring until Kerry sprang at Brian and
wrapped his power arms around his chest and drove a knee lift into his
bush, just missing Brian's huge hairless balls. Brian stumbled
backwards and Kerry fell on him. As they crashed to the mat, Brian
snapped his knee up and jammed it between Kerry's hairy spread legs
and trapped his balls against his pubes. Kerry grunted as Brian's knee
did it damage. Kerry pumped his knee again into Brian's crotch and
this time he didn't miss, it plowed into his undefensed balls. Twice
more knees brutally impacted between spread legs as they exchanged
knee lifts and low animal grunts. Brian forced Kerry to release his
bear hug when he slipped his hands between their tightly pressed
bodies and reached for his nuts. They rolled away from each other and
panted heavly as they massaged their balls. Brian now realized that
his dream of being defeated by some giant stud might come true. Craig
had trained Kerry well, and toughened his nuts in the process. But
even so Kerry's nuts were not anywhere near as tough as Brian's.
The two male animals crawled towards each other, their balls hanging
straight down from their groins and swaying back and forth as they
approached each other. When their heads were almost touching, they
lunged at each other. Kerry wrapped his powerful arm around Brian's
head and neck locked him in a headlock. Kerry put all his strength and
weight into the vicious headlock, crushing Brian's skull and straining
his neck muscles. Brian knew that he must break the hold or else Kerry
would tear his head off and crush his skull. As Kerry reared back and
spread his legs for more leverage, Brian realized that he had exposed
his balls in doing so. Quickly Brian reached between Kerry's spread
legs and grabbed his hairy balls. Brian clamped his fingers onto
Kerry's plumbing apparatus and viciously squeezed and mashed his nuts
with all of his strength. Kerry yowled in pain as Brian worked over
his big balls. Brian yanked and twisted Kerry's sac violently, until
he had broken Kerry's headlock. Kerry reached down and pried Brian's
fingers loose from his balls and then used his powerful leg muscles to
escape from him. Kerry almost went through the ropes as his body shot
forwards, and Brian landed flat on his face. As Brian got to his knees
he spotted the big blond wrestler lying against the ropes. One arm was
holding onto the center strand, his other hand was massaging his big
bull balls. He was kneeling on the mat and his hairy legs were spread
wide apart as he tired to regain his composure. Brian moved rapidly
towards the big hunk and threw a forearm smash between his spread
legs. Brian pump handled Kerry's vunerable balls three times. Kerry
sagged even lower to the mat until his head was resting on it. Brian
had climbed ontt Kerry's back and was reaching around his waist to
attack his cock and balls again, when Kerry stood up. Kerry snapped
his foot up between Brian's spread legs. His heel caught him square in
the balls. Brian slumped towards the mat as Kerry slammed two more
vicious heel kicks into his vunerable balls before he slumped to the
mat. Brian dropped his hands to cover and protect his hurt nuts as
Kerry turned to face him. Kerry was reaching for Brian's hair when he
launched a head butt that landed in Kerry's undefended crotch and
trapped his balls against his
pubes. Kerry fell forward onto Brian's left shoulder. Brian held his
heavy body with his left arm and pump handled his balls with three
hard forearm smashes between Kerry's spread legs, before dumping him
onto his broad back. As Kerry fell to his back, he spread his legs
wide apart for balance. Brian was after his hairy balls in a flash.
Kerry was defenseless and his vunerable balls fully exposed to
anything that Brian wanted to do to them. Brian scrambled between his
spread legs
and jammed his knee violently into Kerry's crotch. He pumped six more
knee lifts into Kerry's hairy balls. Brian did a hand stand and drove
a knee drop directly into his tenderized nuts. The big muscular
wrestler was totally under Brian's control and unable to defend
himself from further attacks as he writhed and twisted in agony. Brian
dragged the fallen titan to his corner where Steve and Mike were
watching. He lifted Kerry up and draped his arms over the top rope,
then
he pulled the middle up and over his head allowing it to snap against
Kerry's large pecs and trapping his arms between the strands. Kerry
was now immobolized and totally vunerable to
Brian's knees, feet and powerful upper body.
Brian was going to work this big stud over and humiliate him
completely infront of the other jocks. He had other plans for this
hunk later, so he would not totally demolish him, only rough him up a
lot. It took four jocks to restrain Hank and Tim, to prevent them from
comming to Kerry's aid. Brian looked directly at them and said in his
deep bass voice, "A deal is a deal! You'll each have your turn just as
soon as I have deceided that Kerry has taken enough punishment!" Brian
turned around and swung his instep up between Kerry's spread hairy
legs and sent it crashing into his defenseless balls. Then he grabbed
his tits and pinched them between his fingers. Brian pumped several
knee lifts into Kerry's exposed hairy crotch and balls while he
twicked and twisted his tits. Kerry was hanging limply from the ropes
as Brian slapped him across the face to bring him to. Kerry was barely
concious as Brian slipped his right hand down the front of his hard
muscular chest and gut and grabbed him by the balls. Brian pulled
Kerry's head towards his rigid tool and forced him to suck his cock,
while he roughly fondled his big bull balls. Kerry didn't like the
idea of being humiliated like this infront of all these jocks and his
team mates, but he didn't have any choice in the matter. Kerry
resigned himself to the task of sucking Brian's massive thick dick,
and licking his shaved balls. Brian leaned over his captive and
whispered in
his ear, "Do a good job on my dick. I swear that I won't bust your
balls if you do exactly as I say. I want you to be around later, in
private! Do you understand me?"
Kerry nodded his acknowledgement and sucked even harder as Brian
released his hair and droped his hand to pump Kerry's hard cock. Kerry
was an excellant cock sucker as Brian was finding out. As Brian shaved
balls contracted and he shot his load down Kerry's throat, Kerry's own
cock erupted like a volcano and bathed both of their washboard
stomachs with his hot sticky load.
Again Brian whispered in Kerry's ear, "I'm going to instep kick your
balls three times. On the third kick pretend to pass out, I'll untie
you and drag you outside the ring. When Hank and Mike have started to
fight then we'll head for the locker room. OK?"
Kerry whispered back, "OK!"
Kerry knew that if he tried to double cross Brian, he would totally
bust his balls. Kerry trusted Brian to keep his word, he had to, there
was no other choice. Brian's instep clipped his vunerable nuts three
times, he made the kicks appear to be full power but he pulled back
just before his foot made contact with Kerry's hairy nuts. On the
third kick Kerry screamed and "passed out," right on cue. Brian untied
him like he promised and dragged his fallen captive from the combat
arena.
Hank and Tim were shocked at how quickly Brian had defeated Kerry.
Hank said, "Bring him over here!" But Brian dared them to come and
retrieve their fallen comrad by saying, "He is
mine to do with as I please for the rest of the night, maybe longer!"
They both smartly backed down and deserted Kerry.
Mike had already entered the ring and was pacing back and forth like a
caged animal waiting for Hank to come and face him like a man. Hank
sliped between the bottom two ropes and charged straight for Mike. He
knew that Brian and Mike were room mates and suspected that they were
lovers. He wanted to get back at Brian for busting Kerry's balls. He
wanted to crack Mike's smooth nuts, to make him pay for the pain that
Brian unleashed on Kerry as he racked his balls. As Hank
charged, Mike snapped his toes towards his hairy crotch and vunerable
balls. Hank was no fool and grabbed his leg, slipping inside the kick.
Hank used Mike's leg as a guide and slammed his hip between his spread
legs and directly into his vunerable crotch. The impact was tremendous
as Hank's entire weight connected with Mike's crotch and balls. Mike's
hands shot for his damaged nuts as Hank tripped him and dropped him
flat on his back. Mike was in a world of hurt and his balls were still
vunerable as Hank continued to hold his leg. Mike was trying to
protect his naked balls with both of his hands from Hank's savage
attack. Hank knew that he had taken some of the fight out of Mike with
his hip check, but he also knew that Mike had tough nuts and would
fight back savagely, if he let him recover. Hank swung his leg and
kicked Mike's shaved balls, three times his bare foot bashed into
Mike's jewels. Mike even though he was hurting looked at Hank and saw
that in his haste, he wasn't protecting his crotch. Mike threw a heel
kick into Hank's undefended crotch that nailed his balls against his
pubic bone. Mike's heel kick speared Hank's balls and lifted his feet
clean off of the mat. Hank dropped Mike's leg and clutched his own
balls in stomach retching agony. Mike's balls were in better shape and
tougher than Hank's, but not by much. They were both hurting and their
fight had only begun. This fight might not last as long as Brian's and
Kerry's, but on the other hand they were of more equal size.
As Hank rolled around on the mat clutching his hurt nuts, Mike slowly
got to his feet while he massaged his bull balls. Mike strode quitely
towards Hank from behind. Hank rolled onto his knees, his head resting
on the mat, his thighs and ankles spread apart and cupping his balls.
Mike saw his target. He zeroed in on Hank's vunerable balls aimed his
right instep between his spread legs. Mike's instep kick connected
solidly with Hank's hairy low hanging balls. Hank yelled in pain as
Mike's foot mashed his balls into his crotch and he fell flat on his
face. Mike had turned the tables. Mike radiply followed up by dropping
to his knees and forcing Hank to spread his legs wide apart. Mike
rammed his finger tips, nukite style, into Hank's sore sac, then he
grabbed his hairy balls and yanked them viciously. Hank howled as Mike
ripped his balls. Again Mike's hand executed a ball grab and he
squeezed and mashed Hank's balls with his bare hand. Mike's thumb was
spliting Hank's nuts, his fingers were cruelly clamped around his
hairy nuts as he tightened his nut cracker claw. Hank's muscular body
writhed in agony and his arms and legs thrashed wildly, trying
despartely to break Mike's death grip on his balls. Mike shifted his
position to Hank's left side, reached under his throat and then bodily
picked him up. Mike held Hank horiziontally, his right hand still
holding onto Hank's balls and his left dug into his throat. The jocks
watching the fight could hardly believe their eyes as Mike paraded
around the ring, holding Hank up so that every one got a good view of
what he was doing to him. Mike started to lift Hank higher for a gut
busting slam, when Hank swung his left arm back and between Mike's
spread legs.
At this point, when all the jocks were concentrating on the action in
the ring, Brian took Kerry's balls in his hand and motioned towards
the locker room and showers. Kerry understood. The two titans quietly
slipped away to continue their personal fight away from all those
watching eyes. Kerry slipped his bear paw like hand between Brian's
legs and fondled his horse cock and bull balls. Hand in crotch they
walked towards the locker room and privacy. They spoke quietly to each
other, Brian told Kerry that their four friends were quite capable of
taking care of themselves.
Kerry agreed, he kneaded and squeezed his master's bull balls and hard
cock. They entered the locker room and headed for the farest end. They
deceided that if they were interupted they would forget their fight
and both go after the intruder or intruders. They shook hands and
kissed as their battering ram cocks bumped and jabbed at the other's
hairy bush and low hanging nuts.
Hank's elbow smashed into Mike's undefended balls. Mike dropped Hank
as he released his twin holds to clutch his balls with both hands
again. Mike fell to his knees and rolled into a small ball, his groin
on fire. Hank got to his feet before Mike could recover, and attacked
him. Hank grabbed Mike's hair and used a knee lift to smash his jaw.
Mike saw stars and fell backwards. Mike laid in front of Hank, spread
eagled, his vunerable crotch fully exposed. Hank was still wobbly, but
when he saw Mike's defenseless body spread out before him, he quickly
kicked Mike between his spread legs. Hank's toes connected solidly
with Mike's vunerable balls. Mike doubled up with the impact and he
rolled around the mat in agony as Hank stood over him. Mike was on his
stomach when Hank kicked him again, this time underneath his crotch
from behind. Again Hank's toes found their target and left their
impression on Mike. Hank was recovering, but Mike was in trouble. Hank
reached down and grabbed Mike's right ankle, lifting his leg high in
the air. Now that Mike's crotch was exposed again, Hank instep kicked
him. Once, twice, three times Hank's instep slammed into Mike's
vunerable balls, flattening them against his pubes. Mike twisted his
body violently in pain as he tried to escape from Hank's leg hold and
vicious instep kicks. Mike's twisting paid off when he managed to
sweap Hank's left leg as he was launching another kick. Hank tumbled
backwards onto his left side. Mike repeatedly lashed out with his left
foot, hoping to land a kick to any vital point of Hank's body. After
missing Hank three times and kicking his legs four others, Mike's heel
finally found Hank's hairy testicles and dug in. Mike flexed his
muscular leg and kicked Hank's crotch as hard as he could. Mike's
powerful thigh muscles threw Hank back five feet, as his foot ground
into his crotch, and launched him into the ropes.
As Mike slowly regained his breath and composure, he saw Hank draped
across the bottom rope. Hank's spread legs forming a funnel that would
assure him that his low blows wouldn't miss their intended target.
Hank was dazed and the rope was digging into his throat as he laid
there vulnerable and defenseless. Mike's shaved balls were swelling
from Hank's punishing blows, and it took him four minutes to recover.
Hank was still spralled out, his legs spread, but he had been
able to crawl off of the ropes. Mike ran towards Hank and punted him
between his spread legs. Mike's powerful toe kick drove into Hank's
vunerable scrotum and plowed into his hairy nuts. Hank's body slid
half way across the mat from the devastating ball kick. Mike charged
after Hank's defenseless body, rolled him over onto his back and
kicked his hairy legs apart. Mike stomped his heel solidly into Hank's
vunerable balls and pinned them to the mat. Mike reached down and
grabbed him by the ankles, then he dragged Hank back across the mat to
his corner where Steve and Brian were waiting. When Mike asked Steve
about Brian, he relpied, "He was right here just ten minutes ago, with
Kerry. I didn't see them leave. They're around he somewhere." Mike was
satisified with Steve's answer and hooked Hank's ankles under the top
turnbuckle suspending him upside down and making him vunerable
everywhere.
Steve said to Mike, "Work that hairy stud over."
Mike replied, "ALL RIGHT! Watch me BUST him up GOOD!"
With that Mike raised his hand high over his head, brought it down and
chopped Hank's exposed nuts with the edge of his hand. Mike's axe hand
chop almost split Hank's crotch in two. Hank's nuts were starting to
swell. Again and again, Mike chopped Hank's hairy nuts, ten times in
all. Mike raised his hand one more time but this time he brought it
down open palmed and fingers spread. His bear hand strike landed
squarely in Hank's crotch. He clamped his hand shut, trapping his
balls with his vicious nut claw. Hank was in agony and screaming at
the top of his lungs as Mike alternately mashed and released his
balls. Hank saw Mike's naked balls hanging vunerablely between his
spread legs directly over his face. Hank desparatly threw an upper cut
to Mike's undefended
balls. His fist found its mark and his knuckles slammed into Mike's
hairless nuts. Mike was caught off guard by Hank's sudden low blow. He
let go of Hank's balls and grabbed his own balls with both hands. Hank
was unable to release himself from the ropes. Mike was quick to
recover from the sneak
attack and return to his dominating position.
Mike said to Hank, "Now I'm going to really work you over! I'm going
to give you everything your worthless manhood deserves and then some!"
Mike opened his final assault with a front toe kick to Hank's tightly
stretched washboard gut. The kick nearly knocked the wind from Hank's
lungs and his body convulsed from the vicious kick to his solar
plexus. Again Mike kicked Hank's gut. Mike wanted Hank to be conscious
as he mangled his
manhood. Mike moved closer to Hank and stood on his hands, pinning
them to the mat and preventing Hank from punching him in the balls
again. Hank yelled as Mike's full weight pressed down on his hands and
prevented him from counter attacking or protecting himself from Mike's
rage. Mike could now attack Hank's hairy balls at will, but only with
hand and upper body techniques. Mike began to use both hands to
alternately chop Hank's vunerable nuts, left, then right, then another
left and another right. After two minutes of Judo chops, Hank's balls
were swollen to nearly the size of large limes. Mike had a strange
look in his eye as he watched Hank's nuts swell from his punishing
blows. Mike smiled at Steve, held Hank's thighs with his hand and
smashed his forehead into Hank's
balls. Mike cocked his arm and aimed his tightly clenched fist at
Hank's nuts. Six times Mike's hard fist plowed into Hank's testicles.
Each time his fist connected, Hank's balls jumped and his cock jerked
and spasmed. A thin tace of clear fluid dripped from Hank's rock hard
cock as Mike continued to beat the fuck out of his hairy balls. Mike's
cock was also rock hard from the excitement of beating the balls off
of this hunky jock. Hank's balls had swollen to the size of
small oranges and were begining to tightly stretch his scrotum. Mike
could tell from Hank's weakening reactions that he was close to
passing out and utterly defenseless. Mike unhooked Hank's ankles and
let him drop to the mat in a heap. Mike dragged him to the center of
the ring and pulled him up on to all fours, his thighs slightly
spread. Mike stepped behind Hank and sent an instep kick flying
underneath his hairy crotch and into his defenseless balls. The impact
knocked Hank flat on to his face. Mike stepped between his spread legs
and punted his hairy balls with three hard toe kicks. Mike didn't
really want to totally demolish Hank's balls, but he wasn't going to
let him off easy either. He rolled Hank over onto his back and kicked
his legs apart
again.
Mike looked at Steve, wondering what to do next.
Steve said, "Go ah
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