by ipso nutso
At the Rising Sun Dojo, students learned Mixed Martial Arts with an emphasis on karate
from Sensei Kiro. Sensei encouraged honor and integrity to all his pupils. Everyone would
spar fairly and cleanlywell unless Senseis back was turned. Thats when students would
sneak in the occasional shot below the belt to their sparring partners. Once the first strike
lands, you can bet there would be more to follow. Every guy wants revenge after getting
nutted.
The two best students at the Dojo were Kent and Marcus. Both men had been studying
under Sensei for a couple years. Kent was 23, 511, blonde, blue eyes, wiry build. Marcus
was 25, 60, black hair, piercing green eyes, olive-toned skin over an athletic frame.
Marcus and Kent were pretty evenly matched in skill and since they were the only black
belts at the Dojo, they were always sparring partners. The two were friendly to each other
but they werent really friends. They didnt have much in common. The most conversation
between the two would be Hows it going? or See you later. No hostilities but
something about being such close rivals prevented them from getting too close.
Although the two men usually abided by Senseis code of honor, they also would throw in
low blows to each other. Kent first discovered their mutual fondness for nut shots during a
sparring session when Marcus accidentally kneed him in the balls. Kent grabbed himself
and hunched over. Marcus immediately said sorry but his grin said otherwise. Minutes
later when they returned to sparring, Kent waited for the right moment to return the favor.
He tried to make it seem like an accident as he delivered a swift kick that flew south of the
border. Having been struck straight in the balls, Marcus doubled over. He was groaning.
Kent immediately felt really guilty that was until he saw the anguished expression on
Marcuss face return to that same grin. Kent couldnt help but smile back. At that moment,
Kent knew the two men shared at least one thing in common.
At first, the nut shots stayed pretty tame between Kent and Marcus, mostly just taps. Little
stings of pain but nothing serious. Both men seemed hesitant to really push the limits.
One fateful night their sparring session took a drastic turn.
Kent delivered a swinging back kick, which Marcus countered with a low kick that
connected square into Kents groin. His balls stung. Enough for Kent to call a time out.
It could have been an accident but again Marcuss wicked smile revealed his intentions.
Kent shook off the pain and re-entered his fighting stance. Kent carefully felt out his
sparring partner, wary of another cheap shot. Marcus launched a roundhouse that Kent
easily deflected. Kent countered with a defensive back kick. Marcus caught the leg and
swung a mule kick right up in between Kents legs. The impact of Marcuss heel nailed
both of Kents nads.
Kent immediately locked his thighs together and started moaning.
Marcus was chuckling. Kent started to walk it off, still nursing his nuts.
Marcus: Sorry, buddy.
Kent: No problem.
But there was a problem. Kent knew that Marcus was gunning hard for his nuts. He
wondered if Marcus was signaling that he was ready to take their little exchanges to
another level. As a well-disciplined black belt, Kent was taught to obey the rules. He
always wanted to fight with honor and integrity as instructed by Sensei. But having just
been on the receiving end of consecutive nut shots, Kent wanted to get Marcus back
badly. He wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face. He wanted to see Marcus clutching
his nuts in agony.
Since Kent and Marcus were the best students, Kent knew Sensei would be paying more
attention to the novice students. Kent and Marcus could enter this contest with minimal
disruptions.
The two men circled each other, taking their time. Finally Marcus struck first. He jabbed at
Kents face, but Kent easily side stepped to avoid. He pivoted and delivered an elbow strike
into Marcuss solar plexus. Kent immediately followed up with a downward palm strike to
Marcuss crotch. Kent could feel both of Marcuss balls rock backwards upon impact.
Marcus let out a loud cough as if hed just received the worst hernia exam ever.
Marcus hunched over and cupped his nuts.
Kent: Ah crap. Im sorry, Im sorry.
Kent truly felt bad. That was the hardest hed ever hit anyone in the nuts. Judging from
how long it was taking Marcus to recover, it was a pretty good hit. Kent thought he had
taken things too far.
Kent: You okay?
Marcus: Yeah, no hard feelings.
Marcus extended out for a handshake. When Kent accepted his handshake, Marcus pulled
him in and gave a quick jab into Kents crotch. Kent clutched his wounded nuts and
staggered backwards.
That was a downright dirty move. All the honor and integrity was being thrown out the
window. Kent knew that this contest would be settled below the belt. He was going to
make Marcus pay.
When the fight resumed, Marcus attempted a front kick but Kent sidestepped and caught
the leg by the ankle. He then used a leg sweep dropping Marcus hard onto his back. Kent
grabbed Marcuss other ankle and spread his legs wide apart. The thin pants fabric
pressed so tightly Kent could have drawn of a map of Marcuss junk. Having the wind
knocked out of him from the fall, Marcus had little sense to protect himself. Kents eyes lit
up at this perfect opportunity. Kent lifted his right foot above Marcuss twin targets and
stomped his foot down full force. Marcus cringed as the pain ruled over him.
Kent could feel both of Marcuss balls roll around beneath his foot. He worked his foot
around, chasing those slippery suckers down until they were perfectly pinned against the
pelvic bone. Thats when Kent leaned in with all his body weight and began wriggling his
foot, grinding down those gonads. Marcus was groaning with each twist. Kent could feel
both of Marcuss testicles squashed beneath his bare foot like a pair of grapes ready to
burst. The pain caused Marcuss whole body to jerk around, but Kent kept a firm grip on
each ankle to prevent him from wrestling out of this position.
Sensei: What is going on here?
Sensei came marching over towards the two. Kent immediately released Marcuss legs.
Marcus rolled onto his side and nursed his aching balls.
Sensei: Kent, you are not allowed to strike below the belt.
Kent turned beet red with embarrassment. He didnt know what to say. Marcus sat up and
did his best to hide his pain.
Marcus: He didnt. It was just a leg lock. Im fine.
Sensei seemed to buy this and walked back towards his other students.
At first, Kent felt relieved that Marcus had covered for him. Then he realized that Marcus
probably didnt want this contest to end before he got back at Kent.
The two men resumed combat. Kent swung a roundhouse kick. Marcus ducked and
caught Kents leg, and delivered a series of painfully precise jabs to the groin. With Kents
leg still trapped in his lock, Marcus began to drive Kent backwards. Kent hopped around
one-legged but could not maintain his balance under Marcuss advance. The two of them
went tumbling down to the mat. Gravity and Marcuss raised knee were not Kents friends
as his nuts were pulverized as Marcus fell on top of him. The pain coursed through his
body.
Kent: Ahh my balls! Get off me!
Kent tried to push him off but Marcus kept him pinned down at the shoulders. Marcus just
smiled, keeping his knee wedged into Kents crotch, he began to rock his knee around
furthering Kents agony. This was the worst pain he had ever experienced. Kent felt like he
was about to pass out.
Kent let out a sharp cry. Hearing him, Sensei ran over.
Sensei: Whats going on? Are you okay?
Marcus rolled off of Kent. Kent clutched his aching package and sat up.
Marcus: Hes okay, Sensei. Just a little knee to the groin.
Sensei: Marcus, such attacks are not permitted here.
Marcus: It was accident.
Sensei looked skeptical. He looked over to Kent who was still wincing in pain. Kent
nodded to confirm.
As Kent took a few minutes to recover, the two opponents stared daggers at one another.
Kent could tell from the look in Marcuss eyes that he was going for the knock out blow.
This was not just some sparring contest. Kent knew he would have to go to any length to
win.
The two men slowly resumed their sparring. They could see that Sensei was keeping an
eye on them to make sure they were fighting fair, so for a while they just went through the
motions. Neither expending too much energy on this little performance. After a few
minutes, Sensei seemed satisfied and finally turned his back on them. Now the real fight
could resume.
At first, both men exchanged only short kicks and jabs, not willing to expose the true
target to his opponent. As the contest drew on they both began to tire and eventually got
tangled up while still standing. The two struggled for position. Marcus trapped Kent in a
headlock. He squeezed hard, cutting off the blood flow. Kent was rapidly losing
consciousness. He had to act quickly before he blacked out. He quickly hammered his fist
down onto Marcuss nuts. Once. Twice. Three times. Marcus was stunned momentarily,
allowing Kent to break free from the headlock. He immediately took advantage of his
position and used his left arm to put Marcus in a chokehold from behind. Marcus gasped
for air and brought up his hands up to free himself. Marcus grabbed Kents arm and
leaned forward in an attempt to flip him. He almost succeeded but Kent manages to hang
on by hugging his right arm around Marcuss chest. Kent knew that because he was so
exhausted, getting thrown to the mat would probably knock him out for the count and
then Marcus would definitely have him by the balls. Kent knew he was going to have to go
for the finishing move. No more holding back.
Kent purposely stepped the two of them around so that their backs faced Sensei and the
other students and no one would be able to see what happens next. Kent then reached his
right hand inside Marcuss gi, running it down his sweaty chest then slipping his hand
under the waistband down inside his opponents pants. Marcus realized a fraction too late
what was going on and grabbed at Kents intruding arm, desperately trying to stop him.
Kent groped around until he could feel Marcuss junk. He accidentally grabbed Marcuss
dick. It felt sweaty, hairy, and thick. Marcus fought wildly and Kent could feel Marcuss
genitals flopping around like a fish out of water. But it was only a matter of time before
Kent had Marcus by his balls. Kent positioned his fingers around until he could feel that
hed trapped both of his opponents meaty orbs within his grip. Marcuss wide eyes met
Kents cruel ones, knowing what was about to happen.
Marcus: Wait, dont-
With that, Kent squeezed with all his might. The pain exploded from Marcuss testicles and
erupted through his entire body. All his muscles locked up. Kent mercilessly clenched
down even tighter on Marcuss nuts as if trying to turn them to mush. Marcus was about
to scream but Kent covered his mouth, muffling his cries. Kent then dug his thumb hard
into Marcuss left testicle. Marcuss muffled cry went sharp and then began to slowly die
out. Marcuss eyes rolled back. His legs wobbled. Kent could feel all the fight drain out of
his opponent. His entire body went limp and he passed out. Kent gently lowered Marcus
down to the mat. When Sensei came running over, Kent quickly withdrew his hand from
Marcuss pants before anyone could see. All the other guys in the class began to crowd
around.
Sensei: What happened?
Kent was again blushing.
Kent: UhI accidentally kneed him in the groin. I think hell be okay.
The guys in the class were snickering.
Sensei: Thats no joke. That can be very dangerous. We need to check.
Sensei undid Marcuss belt and opened his gi so he could breath easier. He then pulled
Marcuss pants down, exposing his battered privates to the eyes of everyone. Kent
warmed to see his handy work. Marcuss balls were purple and swollen to the size of eggs.
Sensei carefully rolled around each testicle between his thumb and fingers. Marcus began
to stir.
Sensei: Theyre not shattered. He should be fine. Kent, since you are his partner, you are
in charge of taking care of him.
Sensei handed Kent a bag of ice and then resumed class. Kent could hardly suppress his
joy before the others walked away. Kent stared down at his defeated opponents naked
body. Kent plucked up Marcuss thick cock and then slapped the bag of ice against
Marcuss aching sack. The combo of the impact and cold sent a jolt through his body.
Marcuss head shot up given the painful awakening. His eyes were mere slits but he
became aware of his position. He was naked. Powerless. His balls had been wasted. His
rival was holding his manhood in his hand as if it were some trophy. That was the
definition of being owned. Kent smirked. Marcus let out a long groan and then dropped
his head back down to the mat.
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