Serie Marcos (parte 2) Marcos completa su venganza

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Habían pasado un par de meses desde el último incidente entre Marcos y su hermano mayor Raúl , pero en todo ese tiempo Marcos no había dejado de fantasear pensando en reventar las pelotas de su hermano Raúl y continuamente le venía a la mente el sonido que hizo su gigantesca pelota cuándo se rompió . él no quería dejar convertido completamente en un eunuco a su hermano pero le hubiera gustado haberle reventado completamente una de sus bolas. durante esos dos meses estuvo buscando la oportunidad de volver a golpearle en las bolas pero no vio ninguna suficientemente buena, hasta que esa misma noche llegó el momento. ese fin de semana sus padres se habían vuelto a ir de casa, esta vez a los playa, y Raúl invitó a un grupo de amigos para beber y emborracharse dentro de casa mientras Marcos se encerró en su habitación para que no le molestasen. Marcos espero pacientemente a que la fiesta terminara y los amigos de Raúl se fueran. cuando terminó, Marcos salió sigilosamente de su habitación y busco a ver dónde se encontraba Raúl ya que su hermano mayor estaba sentado en el suelo apoyado en una pared con una copa de alcohol en la mano. sin embargo cuando se acercó y se fijó más detenidamente vio que estaba dormido. sonriente supo que dos meses después había llegado el momento de rematar el trabajo que había empezado . se acercó a él y comprobó que estaba profundamente dormido más aún por todo el alcohol que había ingerido. entonces con mucho cuidado empezó a retirarle el pantalón corto de algodón que llevaba puesto, para su sorpresa debajo no llevaba ropa interior al retirarselo como estaba sentado y muy abierto de piernas sus gigantescas bolas descansaron sobre el suelo. Marcos aprovecho su oportunidad para examinar el trabajo que había hecho hacía dos meses en la bola derecha de su hermano Raúl . sabía que estaba suficientemente borracho para que si tocaba ligeramente esa enorme pelota su hermano ni se daría cuenta por lo que la sujetó entre sus dedos y empezó a analizar su superficie y comprobó rápidamente la zona donde estaba rota esa gigantesca esfera , recorrió varias veces de arriba abajo el tejido cicatrizado De esa rotura. Marcos pensó que el muy cabrón tenía gónada completamente funcional. entonces Marcos se colocó de pie entre las piernas de su hermano mayor y mirándole directamente a la cara le dio una bofetada. Raúl se despertó furioso y borracho pero antes de que pudiera decir nada Marcos colocó uno de sus pies sobre sus huevos y entonces le dijo que apartase sus manos y las pusiera detrás de la cabeza. cómo vio que Raúl no iba a obedecer levantó su pie y le propinó un fuerte pisotón. entonces Raúl jadeando le dijo que haría lo que le pidiera, pero que no le hiciera daño y muy dócil puso sus manos entrelazadas detrás de la cabeza . Marcos entonces recoloco su pie y lo apoyo sobre el enorme huevo izquierdo y le dijo a su hermano que llevaba mucho tiempo pensando si rematar su trabajo acabando con su testículo derecho o era mejor reventarle el testículo izquierdo que todavía estaba intacto. sonriendo dijo Marcos que le parecía más interesante dejar permanentemente dañado un testículo que ahora mismo estaba intacto . con gran terror Raúl miro a los ojos a su hermano Marcos y le pidió que por favor no lo hiciera. sonriendo Marcos empezó a aplicar presión sobre el huevo izquierdo de su hermano y le dijo que había estado leyendo en internet qué un testículo medio podía resistir hasta 50 kilos de peso antes de estallar. Marcos le recordó a su hermano Raúl que el pesaba 55 kilos y guiñándole un ojo le pregunto si él pensaba que sus fuertes pelotas durarían y serían más resistentes que la media que decía los textos de Internet. Raúl dijo que no lo sabía y Marcos le respondió que no se preocupase que esa misma noche lo iban a descubrir. antes de que Raúl pudiera hacer nada , Marcos empezó a poner todo su peso sobre la pobre gónada que empezó a aplastarse bajo el peso de Marcos . aguantando el equilibrio levanto su pie derecho cargando todo su peso a través del pie izquierdo sobre el huevo izquierdo de su hermano . entre los gemidos de dolor de Raúl , Marcos noto como se aplanaba completamente esa gigantesca pelota . las membranas intentaban de nuevo contener la enorme masa de tejidos que tenían en su interior esos testículos desproporcionados. para su sorpresa la gonada no había estallado como tenía calculado Marcos , parece que las pelotas de su hermano eran más fuertes y resistentes que las de un hombre medio, pero lo que no sabía ninguno de los hermanos es que con los ligeros movimientos del pie de marcos para mantener el equilibrio se estaban produciendo multiples microfisuras por toda la superficie de la gónada aplastada y se estaba empezando a resquebrajar el cartílago en varios puntos hasta que una de estas pequeñas fisuras fue catastrófica y en un segundo sucedió lo que ninguno de los dos al final esperaba . tan solo unos segundos después de haberse puesto de pie sobre el pobre testículo de su hermano se produjo un profundo chasquido y crujido del cartílago protector del contenido de la gónada desgarrándose, como el que se había producido dos meses antes al romperse su gemelo . sin embargo esta vez el sonido fue todavía más profundo y Marcos noto algo parecido a un pequeño estallido bajo la planta de su pie . la sensación fue todavía más excitante de lo que podía llegar a imaginarse , sabía que estaría haciéndose pajas durante meses pensando en aquel momento. Raúl inmediatamente puso los ojos en blanco y cayó inconsciente hacia un lado por el fuerte dolor. esta vez Marcos se retiró y observó el trabajo que había hecho . con solo mirar la bolsa testicular de su hermano vio lo que había hecho. en uno de los lados un testículo grande perfecto ovalado, mientras que en el otro lado se veía dos testículos menores y sonriendo Marcos pensó que le había hecho un favor a su hermano Raúl, ahora en vez de dos testículos tenía 3, y bruscamente cogió el escroto de su hermano y hundió los dedos en él analizando el daño que había causado. moviendo los dedos comprobó qué el testículo izquierdo de su hermano había quedado partido a la mitad sintió la tentación de con sus propios dedos reventar las dos mitades resultantes pero desistió. Le pareció curioso que esas dos mitades tenían el tamaño de los testículos de un hombre normal. observando los genitales de su hermano quedaba uno con la boca abierta por su gigantesco tamaño . finalmente Marcos decidió llamar a un taxi e irse con su hermano al hospital. una vez allí avisaron también a los padres pero tragarían mucho en llegar desde la playa. mientras llegaban , los médicos metieron en quirófano urgentemente a Raúl para intentar salvar su preciado testículo. cuando salieron le dijeron a Marcos que habían logrado salvarlo pero que habían detectado daños también en el otro testículo causados anteriormente. Marcos le contó al médico y a los padres que el anterior debió de ser jugando en un partido de fútbol y que esta vez se lo encontró tirado en la casa después de la fiesta que había organizado y que seguramente alguien lo habría pisado medio borracho al salir de la casa. parece que la historia convenció a todas las partes y Marcos sabía que cuando Raúl despertarse no diría la verdad porque sería humillante para él. los médicos dijeron que los testículos estaban dañados permanentemente , especialmente el izquierdo, pero que sin embargo el nivel de testosterona se mantendría en los niveles anteriores a la rotura por lo que no tendría que preocuparse por ningún cambio en su cuerpo. sin embargo dijeron que la producción de espermatozoides se habría reducido casi a la mitad debido a los importantes daños que habían sufrido los tejidos tubulares que conformaban los testículos de Raúl y que serían sustituidos por tejido cicatrizante con el paso de las semanas , aunque considerando el enorme tamaño de esas gónadas eso equivaldría a que producirían la misma cantidad de espermatozoides que unos testículos de tamaño normal de un hombre corriente. a partir de ese día Marcos dejó completamente en paz a su hermano Raúl pero ahora tenía que buscar nuevas víctimas.

Serie Marcos (parte 1) Primera experiencia de Marcos

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Marcos estaba harto de su hermano siempre haciéndole la vida imposible. pero una tarde que sus padres se fueron a cenar fuera de casa decidió qué ese era el momento de vengarse por todos los años que le había estado amargando. Llevaba mucho tiempo planeando cómo hacerlo ya que al principio no le pareció nada fácil enfrentarse con su hermano Raúl que era 2 años mayor que él y musculoso como un toro por lo que una pelea directa con él, Marcos la perdería seguro , por eso enseguida pensó en atacar al punto débil que tienen todos los chicos que en el caso de Raúl era un blanco especialmente fácil por su enorme tamaño. las bolas the Raúl no habían parado crecer en los últimos años y ahora era uno de los chicos con los huevos más grandes que todo el instituto, eran realmente gigantescos del tamaño de dos limones grandes y siempre que podía llevaba pantalones ajustados para que se notase su enorme bulto, le encantaba presumir de su masculinidad delante de todo el mundo y eso Marcos lo odiaba porque además sentía unos grandes celos ya que sus propias bolas apenas habían crecido y parecía que ya no iban a crecer más quedándose en unas pelotas del tamaño de un par de nueces , que era un tamaño que no estaba mal pero al lado de las de su hermano Raúl parecían diminutas. Esa tarde Raúl se estaban duchando con la puerta del baño entreabierta , como hacía siempre y su hermano Marcos estaba esperando sigilosamente al otro lado de la puerta. Cuando escucho que el agua se cortaba, Marcos observó por la puerta como su hermano Raúl salía de la ducha. cuándo empezó a secarse el pelo con la toalla de espaldas a Marcos éste no perdió la oportunidad. vio como entre sus musculosas piernas colgaban sus enormes huevos. entro sigilosamente en el baño lanzó su pie hacia atrás para coger impulso y le dio una fuerte patada que dio justo en el blanco en medio de esos enormes huevos sonó una enorme bofetada según impacto la parte superior de su pie descalzo con los huevos y Raúl sin saber qué es lo que pasaba lo único que noto fue el enorme dolor que emanaba de sus doloridas pelotas y sentía como le subía por el estómago dio un profundo grito que por suerte no escucho a nadie porque la casa estaba completamente vacía y antes de que pudiera poner sus manos para proteger sus doloridas gónadas Marcos las agarro más rápidamente desde atrás y con un fuerte tirón las atrajo hacia sí entre las piernas de Raúl . lo tenía directamente cogido por los huevos. Marcos observo las enormes bolas que tenía entre sus manos y lo primero que se le ocurrió fue sujetarlas con su mano izquierda y propinarle un fuerte puñetazo con la mano derecha de nuevo se ve oye otra bofetada seguida de un profundo alarido que metió Raúl. marcos de nuevo quedo embobado observando esas enormes gónadas y mientras Raúl se empezaba a recuperar empezó a gritarle y a insultarle amenazándole que se lo haría pagar muy caro si no le soltaba inmediatamente sus pelotas. Marcos furioso corto sus insultos con otro brutal puñetazo seguido de otro y de otro a continuación Marcos cambio de táctica y manteniendo los enormes huevos en su mano izquierda empezó a aplicar presión con los dedos juntando ambas manos . para su sorpresa los huevos de su hermano parecían de una consistencia más blanda y menos fibrosa que sus propios huevos , parecían ser menos resistentes a la deformación que les estaba aplicando de lo que esperaría de unos huevos normales. Marcos empezó a aplicar cada vez más presión con sus manos juntandolas más y más dejando atrapados entre ellas los huevos de su hermano Raúl . cuanto más juntaba las palmas de sus manos los gritos de Raúl cada vez se hacían más agudos pero a la vez más bajos como si estuviera perdiendo fuerzas. Marcos se preguntaba si sería capaz de juntar completamente Las Palmas pero con unos testículos de ese tamaño veía que era completamente imposible porque llegado un momento a pesar de que al principio le parecían unas enormes bolas blandas y deformables, empezaron a mostrar más resistencia a la deformación hasta que llegó un punto en el que el espesor de las bolas había quedado reducido a la mitad de su tamaño original y ya Marcos no era capaz de juntar más las palmas . empezó a hacer todavía más fuerza poniéndose la cara incluso Roja del esfuerzo y noto como sus Palmas todavía se juntaron un poco más. por su mente empezaron a pasar ideas que había leído en historias en Internet pero que no se atrevía a poner en práctica porque decían que los testículos de un hombre si se les aplicaba suficiente presión o con un golpe suficientemente fuerte podían llegar a romperse . se preguntó si era posible que los huevos de su hermano estuvieran cerca de romperse si aplicaba todavía más presión . se preguntaba que se sentiría y qué pasaría. se romperían a la mitad o estallarían como un par de globos de agua? pensar en esta última opción empezó a excitarle imaginarse esas dos enormes esferas estallando como un par de globos de agua y su hermano nunca más sería un hombre hacer eso le metería en un lío sabía que sería un problema para el resto de su vida y también para la de su hermano que no podría engendrar hijos y su hermoso cuerpo musculoso se convertiría en un cuerpo sin forma masculina finalmente líbero las bolas de su hermano , el cual exhausto llorando y jadeando mareado por el dolor cayó al suelo a cuatro patas paralizado por la horrible experiencia que acababa de sufrir. Marcos pensó que su hermano no había tenido todavía suficiente y más aún cuando le vio allí en mitad del baño a cuatro patas paralizado con los ojos cerrados y sus enormes pelotas colgando entre las piernas tan vulnerables a simple vista. se veía que estaban ligeramente hinchadas por el abuso sufrido y estaban muy rojas incluso se podía observar alguna marca morada . a esa altura propinarle una patada sería todavía más efectiva que la primera cuando le dio a Raúl cuando estaba de pie . Marcos volvió a preparar su pie derecho y con todas sus fuerzas le propinó una enorme patada a esas enormes bolas. en esta ocasión su pie derecho que estaba descalzo golpeó casi completamente la pelota derecha de su hermano Raúl mientras que la izquierda logró zafarse de él poderoso golpe. Marcos noto como su pie aplastaba la gónada contra el hueso pélvico de su hermano el impacto fue tan grande que el pequeño grito que dio Raúl fue más bajo que el sonido de la propia bola al ser golpeada. Marcos excitado por como sentía la bola aplastada volvió a colocar su pie en posición y lanzó una nueva patada que de nuevo impacto sobre el testículo derecho . esta vez Raúl dejo de emitir ningún sonido únicamente quedó con la boca completamente abierta y los ojos casi como si se fueran a salir de las órbitas seguía paralizado por el dolor y no podía tan siquiera moverse para protegerse . en esta segunda patada ambos tanto Raúl como Marcos notaron como el pie todavía avanzo más aplastando aún más el pobre testículo comprimiéndolo a una parte muy pequeña de su tamaño original el sonido también fue diferente como si estuviera golpeando una bolsa llena de gelatina. las membranas de la enorme Gonada apenas eran capaces de mantener unido todos los tejidos internos. los dos hermanos sabían que esa pelota no iba a resistir mucho más y cuando Marcos retiró el pie vio cómo le costaba mucho más tiempo recuperar su forma ovalada natural. incluso no llego a recuperarla completamente quedando la bola ligeramente aplastada . Marcos sabía que no podía seguir golpeando las bolas de su hermano o se metería en un gran problema, pero por encima de eso estaba su necesidad por saber cuantas patadas más resistiría la gónada derecha de su hermano Raúl. Marcos pensó en que sólo le daría una patada más y que la suerte decidirá. la patada que le propinó fue brutal levantando unos centímetros del suelo a su hermano Raúl .ambos volvieron a notar como el pie todavía avanza más profundamente en la dañada pelota derecha además Raúl notaba como el espacio que quedaba entre el pie y el hueso pélvico era casi ínfimo y sabía que si llegaba a tocar, las membranas que protegían su testículo no aguantarían la presión y estallarían . en esta ocasión el sonido que produjo fue como golpear un objeto que ya no la firme ni consistente era como golpear una esfera llena de agua pero además Marcos escucho un crujido cómo de un cartílago rompiéndose. eso sólo podía significar que la cáscara externa de ese enorme huevo estaba empezando a ceder. aunque Marcos se había prometido a sí mismo no darle más patadas a su hermano no pudo resistirse y se preparó otra vez y volvió a lanzar una cuarta patada que impacto de pleno contra el mismo testículo que estaba mucho más rojo e hinchado que su gemelo, y que estaba perdiendo su saludable forma ovalada y sin darle apenas tiempo a recuperarse de la anterior patada por fin en esta cuarta y poderosa patada algo sucedió que fue realmente excitante para Marcos. noto como su pie a cámara lenta penetraba en la enorme gónada aplastándola como en las otras ocasiones contra el hueso pélvico pero en esta ocasión no se detuvo el pie porque no noto la resistencia que notó anteriormente se oyó un profundo chasquido seguido de un crujido y su pie avanzó hasta tocar el propio hueso pélvico de Raúl. Marcos sabía lo que acababa de pasar su hermano ya no era un hombre completo, era un medio hombre y acababa de romper una de sus gigantescas pelotas. había notado perfectamente cómo se rompió bajo la fuerza de su pie y nunca pensó que fuera cierto lo que decían las historias de Internet de que podía llegarse a oír el ruido y el sonido proveniente del interior de la gónada cuando fallaba completamente. Raúl por fin cayó al suelo mareado y agonizante por el dolor y haciéndose una bola se agarró su entrepierna. Marcos no se sentía culpable y sintió como un gran peso que se le quitaba de encima habiendo convertido a su hermano casi en un eunuco se acercó al oído de Raúl y le susurro que no se preocupase porque todavía le quedaba una pelota intacta. sonriente Marcos se fue hacia su habitación dejando a su hermano tirado en el suelo. Marcos iba pensando en cómo habría dejado toda la mitad del saco de su hermano lleno de gelatina inútil e inservible, y como él solo una patada que duró unos segundos esa gigantesca gónada había pasado de convertirse en un signo de la masculinidad de su hermano Raúl a una masa sin forma y estéril. paso mucho tiempo hasta que Raúl empezó a recuperarse y pudo ir arrastrándose hasta la cocina . allí consiguió coger un trozo de hielo y ponérselo encima de su hinchado escroto. se tomó algunos analgésicos y se sentó en el sofá temeroso de que su hermano pequeño volviera a aparecer. con mucho cuidado y mucho dolor empezó a examinarse sus bolas la pelota izquierda estaba ligeramente hinchada y muy roja pero completamente intacta sin embargo sintió la bola derecha bastante más blanda pero mantenía su forma ovalada. pero al recorrerla con sus dedos pudo detectar en su superficie una gran irregularidad que recorría una cuarta parte del testículo en la zona inferior que sin duda se trataba de el lugar por donde se había roto el órgano. por lo que le podía pasar empezó a pensar si tenía que ir o no al hospital. sabía de compañeros que jugando al fútbol habían sufrido lesiones parecidas y que si la rotura no era muy grande podía curarse solo en casa con hielo y antiinflamatorios, pero sin embargo si era grande tenía que ir al hospital a que se la cosieran. no sabria que decir a los médicos y al resto de personas si fuera al hospital, porque decir que su hermano pequeño le había dado semejante paliza sería humillante y como la rotura no parecía demasiado grande, decidió no ir al médico. por lo que en los siguientes días siguió tomando analgésicos y aplicándose hielo por las noches. pronto Marcos descubrió que no había reventado completamente una de las bolas de su hermano Raúl y que se recuperó son necesitar asistencia sanitaria, pero si sabía que había roto una de sus bola y que le había causado un daño permanente importante. Raúl de alguna manera notó que su preciso testículo derecho seguía funcionando. por una parte Marco se sintió aliviado porque podría haberse metido en un problema grande con sus padres si hubiera licuefactado ese huevo pero en sus sueños lo que más le excitaba era imaginarse esa enorme pelota del tamaño de un limón reventada y convertida todas en gelatina.

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This past week sucked so hard even after he managed to convince his parents that he was too sick to go to school. Not that he really had to act that much. He spent most of the week in bed where he pretty much had to remain naked to prevent anything touching the balls. While the pain wasn’t as bad today, this was the worst day by far — for tonight was the night the photo and videos would be shown at the team meeting. How could this even be necessary? Sure, Nate setup this whole thing just so he could beat the shit out of him and presumably hold this video as some sort of ransom over his head. The plan failed, Nate was caught and his 19 teammates saw it all. Fuck. How could his life get any worse? Even if he could go back to school on Monday, how could he ever show his face again. As his mind drifted between his state of misery and playing GTA, a different scene unfolded several blocks away. Four cars carrying 14 members of the Lacrosse Team pulled in front of Nate’s house. Mere minutes earlier, the team watched the video and saw what Nate orchestrated. Fueled by rage, most of them agreed to find Nate and give him a dose of his own Punishment Party. Caleb and Brady confirmed that his parents were still out of town and, in all likelihood, he was home alone. While the boys put almost no planning into this (duh), they did make a couple impromptu decisions prior to leaving school. First, they all brought their crosses. Second, Caleb and Brady would go in first and text when it was safe for everyone else to join them. The door was open as usual and Caleb and Brady worked their way to Nate’s room where they found him lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. “I figured someone would show up after the team meeting,” said Nate without breaking eye contact with the white textured ceiling. His peripheral vision confirmed it was Caleb and Brady who visited him. “Yeah” replied Caleb “So, what’s it gonna be?” “You know how it works. You fucked over the team.” “Yeah, I guess I did” Nate had all week to think about what he did. He saw his teammates at school and avoided them. When they were in class together, more avoidance. And by week’s end, everyone on the team pretty much knew what happened. Maybe the details were sketchy, but everyone knew — Conner got one hell of a PP. What they didn’t know, what no one knew until they saw the video, was the fact that Nate appeared to orchestrate the whole thing. If only he hadn’t insisted Caleb and Brady shoot pics and videos, he could have gotten away with explaining this away. But here he lay, on his bed, knowing he was about to experience his own PP and maybe even get kicked off the team. He could take the beating, but he had to stay on the team. “Does coach know?” “Nope,” said Brady, adding “and it’s going to stay that way” That caused Nate to look at Brady. These guys meant business. “If we do this, am I still on the team?” “Depends on how sorry you are after” Nate was already sorry … well, not for what he did to Conner, but for being sloppy and getting caught. “So before we get on with this, why did you do it? Why did you setup Conner?” “I dunno … it doesn’t really matter” “Yeah, it DOES matter,” said Caleb with ferocity last seen when he was punting Conner’s balls into orbit. “No it doesn’t!” barked Nate. In truth, he could never tell the truth about why he tripped up Conner on the field, leading to the team losing the huge match and his eventual PP. “Let’s just get this overwith” “Fine, have it your way. Get downstairs, now!” emphasized Caleb, grabbing Nate by the arm. “I know the fucking way” sniped Nate as he got off his bed, wearing gray gym shorts, white heel socks and a white v-neck t-shirt. Once in the familiar setting that one week ago saw a pair of nuts almost destroyed, the music was turned on to mask the forthcoming screaming and Nate shucked his clothes. As Caleb and Brady secured the leather wrist restraints to his wrists and ankles, Brady spoke. “Never thought you’d see yourself here, did you?” “Of course not” “We’re not gonna go easy on you just cause you’re the captain.” “I know” replied Nate, expressionless, knowing what he faced. He just wanted to get this over with. After the restraints were tightly buckled, Caleb and Brady stretched Nate’s limbs into the requisite X-pattern, learning from last time’s lesson. They pulled his arms and legs as wide apart as possible and secured to the furthest loop on the chain as their efforts could muster. When complete, Nate’s 5’10” toned body was naked, spread apart and awaiting his own little Hell. He deserved it, but it fucking pissed him off that he found himself here. He was the captain and was the one to dish out Punishment Parties, not receive them. He had no hard-on as there was nothing remotely sexual about this. His 4” limp cock, embedded in a fairly thick bush, lay atop a pair of plump balls. His balls were sensitive to pain, a fact which he mostly forgot but would be reminded of in short order. “Ok let’s get on with it,” started Caleb. “The team has found you guilty of screwing one of its members, and therefore the whole team. You are sentenced to a Punishment Party.” “Yeah, yeah, just get on with it,” quipped Nate with his attitude reappearing. “Shut the fuck up!,” interrupted Brady. “Continue Caleb” Nate was focused on Caleb this whole time and never noticed Brady texting. “As I was saying, you are sentenced to a Punishment Party. As you know, the standard sentence is 10 minutes of punishment administered by each person present. That’s always been done with 2 or 3.” No one could hear the gentle noises upstairs, thanks to the music filling the basement room. “But the team decided on something different this time.” As that statement sunk in, Nate’s focus sharpened and fear swept over him. “Wha .. what?” asked Nate with a dry mouth, pulling in vain at the chains that firmly held his body in the most vulnerable of positions. Just then, forms emerged from the stairs and filled in behind Caleb and Brady. “Fuck! What are they doing here!?” Nate said in total panic. “You can’t! You can’t!” “The fuck we can … and will,” continued Caleb in his most authoritative voice. “You crossed the line, Captain Nate.” as more boys streamed into the large room, filled with looks of anger and wonderment at what they say. Two of the boys gulped at the sight of Nate, in a way hopefully unnoticed by the others. Caleb continued: “And your abuse was so severe that the whole team is going to deliver your punishment.” “Nooooo! You can’t. Get me down from here! Ahhhhhh!!!” Nate was enraged and tried everything he could to free himself and rip the faces off everyone in the room! But escape eluded him and he remained spread out, ready for his balls to be wasted. “Fortunately for you, only 14 of us could make it. So you’re getting off light. And Conner is still at home, recovering from what you did to him.” “You did it too asshole!!!” yelled Nate “Oh yes. Brady and I helped, but because of your fucking lie!” “Now, each of us is going to have 10 minutes to punish you. We’ve also changed another rule. The guys can punish any part of your body they want. But who am I kidding? Everyone’s gonna fuck up your balls. Maybe they’ll even survive your very own Punishment Party, but I doubt it.” said Caleb with a stern, expressionless demeanor that literally scared the shit out of Nate. Nate scanned the room and couldn’t believe this was happening. This was totally unreal. His heart couldn’t be beating any faster. Before him were his teammates, including Brad, his co-captain who approved Conner’s Punishment Party. His face flushed in humiliation. It was then that Nate noticed the corner filling up with crosses (for the uninitiated, crosses are the main pieces of equipment in Lacrosse … long hockey-like sticks with baskets at the end that capture and throw the ball). What the fuck were those doing here?? “You see them? Good.” spoke Brad. “I not only changed the rules so we all get a shot at you, but I told the guys to bring their crosses and to use them as part of your punishment.” “You .. you can’t! They’ll kill me!” blubbered Nate as he was starting to cry with snot running out of his nose. “Oh shut the fuck up you little bitch. You brought this on yourself!” yelled Caleb. Dejected, Nate openly cried with his chin now resting on his muscular, let lean chest. His soft, pink nipples stood rigid in fear and smooth, hairless chest and abdomen quivered with each frightened breath. “I’m sorry. Tell Conner I’m sorry!” Nate pleaded “We will. When we’re done with you. Tyler, got the names ready? Good. Everyone pick a slip of paper from the hat.” William got to go first. He was one of the newer guys on the team and had never seen a PP. He knew about them, of course, but until now they were just a vision in his mind. “Your time starts … now!” yelled Brady, appointed master time keeper. William was two years younger than the senior who stood before him and was understandably timid by his task. But his teammates did what good teammates do — they rooted him on: “Get in there Billy! Kick him in the nuts! You can do it! Come on, make us proud!” and so on. William overcame his fear and got within a couple feet of Nate. He fixated his eyes on the target before him — a pair of balls that were dangling just below the flaccid cock. His gaze was interrupted by a please from Nate: “Please .. go easy on me. You guys are gonna kill me” “Don’t listen to him Billy! DO IT!” encouraged a random teammate from behind. William got a little smile going and set to it. He pulled back his sneaker-covered foot and let it fly into Nate’s crotch. The impact wasn’t very hard but was enough to elicit a grunt from Nate’s lips. “Harder! Harder! Again! Harder!” the fuel of his teammates was intoxicating and had its affect on young William. He reared back again and let loose a far more effective nut crunching kick. This time, Nate took full notice and let loose with an ear-piercing scream that was immediately drowned out by 13 other boys screaming: “Score!” “Ohhhh yyeeaaah!” Several came up to William and roughly patted him on the back and ass, exactly as they might do if he scored on the field. Within a few short seconds, William got back to it and continued with a steady barrage of kicks directly into Nate’s defenseless nuts. Screams from Nate and the team echoed the room. After 5 minutes, William was working up a sweat and threw off his shirt. He was really getting into this. Kick, scream, thrash, kick, cough, kick, agony. And this was only the first boy. During his waning minutes, Brady kept him abreast of how little time he actually had left. As the final minute ticked away, William got more into delivering his punishment, sticking only to ball kicks. But what he lacked in creativity, he made up for in determination. And kick away he did. Almost without pause, William punted Nate’s balls into his abdomen again and again. Nate couldn’t close his legs, despite his frantic attempts. By the end of William’s 10 minutes, Nate hung limp from the chains. His lower abdomen was on fire and his throat was sore from screaming. He had no idea that pain like was possible. He was always on the delivering end of punishment parties, never appreciating how truly horribly this could be. He just wanted to curl up and die. He kept his eyes closed to avoid the gaze that he knew his teammates were directing to him. For his part, William was the hero of the room, being congratulated by all. He certainly started things off with a crunch. When he stepped away, he looked at Nate with pride. Nate was already sweating, coughing, drooling and hanging in obvious pain. Nate’s balls now hung a bit lower and were red from the abuse they endured. He was pleased with himself. “No breaks for our dear captain,” boasted Brady. “Payton, you’re up.” As Payton’s 10 minutes started, he picked up where William left off. His older and more powerful leg catapulted into Nate’s balls, sending them crashing into his immovable pelvis. Nate’s head flew up, his eyes widened and he let out a high-pitched scream that justified he thunderous kick he just received. “Aaaaahhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuccccck!!!” A collective “Ohhhhh shiiiiittt!” echoed the room from the boys who grabbed their crotches in sympathy. “Damn nice kick Payton!” yelled team co-captain Brad. Nate and everyone there knew this round of punishment would be so much worse than the first. Payton’s 17-year-old body played soccer in addition to Lacrosse, so his legs were some of the most powerful on the team. Unlike most teammates here tonight, he brought and wore his cleats. These unforgiving shoes rained destruction upon Nate’s balls as Payton started a long succession of powerful full-leg kicks. Every one of Payton’s kicks was accompanied by a follow-through that lifted Nate an inch or two, despite his tight bonds. Nate was in fucking Hell, acutely aware of the destructive punishment raining down upon his defenseless nuts. All he could do was scream incoherently, beg, wretch and sweat. Every assault added a renewed stabbing pain to his mid-section that found no relief. After several minutes, the room was really getting hot. Fifteen guys sweating from so much exertion filled the room. Boy after boy peeled off shirts until everyone was eventually shirtless and warming up quickly. None of this mattered to Nate. His body was covered in sweat but he was completely unaware of it. His mind focused on one thing only — the unrelenting punishment he was enduring. After Payton’s 10 minutes concluded, Nate was a mess. He had no energy to hold himself up and he just hung there, limp as could be. His balls were another matter – they were dark red, covered in small bruises and were starting to swell. Due to the heat in the room, Nate’s balls betrayed him and hung even lower than before, extending at least 2” below his bush. Nate’s balls were doomed. “Dillon, you’re up. And try to be creative this time!” chided Brady to the laughter of everyone except Nate. Dillon started his 10-minute session by kneeling down in front of Nate, grabbing his hot, swollen, sweaty nuts in one hand and started punching them with his fist. “Dude!!!!” “Whoooaaaa!” “Ohhhhh fuccccck!” yelled the teammates as they reacted to Dillon’s tactic. Putting your hands on a teammate’s nuts was uncharted territory and to see Dillon dive right in and not only grab them, but punch them was a visual none had ever seen! But Dillon had 20 minutes to plot his strategy and he knew this is what he would do. When he knew this Punishment Party was gonna take place, all he wanted to do was wrap his hand around Nate’s balls. Dillon was a closeted gay guy who often lusted after his teammates in the locker room. This opportunity was just too great to pass up. He had no problem punishing Nate; what he did was totally fucked up and he deserved it. But that was honestly besides the point. He got total access to a hot boy’s junk and he would have his fun. While not as devastating as the kicks, the punches were devastating for Nate nonetheless. While he screamed and flailed about in his bonds, he endured the dull pain that came with each punch. The other boys enthusiastically rooted Dillon on, completely unaware that he had a raging hard-on beneath his boxers and shorts. Dillon was in heaven. Nate’s balls were so warm, so slick, so full, so meaty, so perfect. The sweat odor emanating from Nate’s body was like an aroma from the Gods. It just further fueled Dillon’s hormone-crazed assault on Nate’s body. He was relentless — punch after punch of equal ferocity impacted Nate’s balls and each was accompanied by a raspy scream. After about 5 minutes, the shirtless Dillon arose to take a short break. His teammates patted him on the back when all of a sudden Brad yelled out “Dude! You’ve got a huge boner!” Dillon’s hands flew to his crotch trying to cover up his embarrassment. But it was too late. The other boys saw it. “Dude, what the fuck? I know we’re all into punishing Nate, but a hard-on? Really?” “Shut up” was all Dillon could say from his deep-red colored face. “He’s .. he’s a fag!” yelled one teammate. “No I’m not. Shut up!” poor Dillon shouted back. When the boys saw right through his awkward denial, they stopped laughing and became more serious and surrounded him, putting their arms around him. All the while Nate hung at the end of the room, enjoying a brief reprieve. “Dude, it’s okay, “said Dustin. “You know I’m gay. It’s okay man. This is a shitty way to be outed, but we’re with you. Right guys?” “Right, yeah, yeah, we’re totally with you!!” Dillon cried. Hot, sweaty bodies bromanced and the mood was only interrupted when Brady’s timer beeped. “Shit, your ten minutes are up.” said Brady “I’m authorizing an extension for Dillon here. After all, he’s born a new man tonight and I’m giving him a fresh 10 minutes!” boasted the co-captain. The room filled with enthusiastic applause. “Now, being the only other gay guy here, I can totally see only one way to use this 10 minutes properly.” said Dustin. He retrieved a crosse and handed it to Dillon. “And that’s with a good bro fucking!” “Whoaaa!” the other boys flew backwards, trying to escape the burst of gay that spurted from Dustin’s lips. “Hey, Nate needs to be punished and you told us to be creative. This will do both!” encouraged Dustin. “Wow that’s so fucked up dude,” replied Brad, “but I did say be creative. So have at it. Brady, start it.” With the timer started, the boys looked with wide, attentive eyes as Dillon approached the back of Nate’s dangling body with crosse in hand. He led with the stick end, leaving the basket behind him. The stick was about 1” x 1.5” thick and was capped at the end. He knelt down directly beneath Nate’s ass and saw a smooth pair of globes covered in sweat and a rosebud hole clearly visible thanks to his legs being spread so wide. Nate, for his part, was in a mental haze. He heard some of what was going on but processed none of it. He didn’t know there was an intruder mere inches from his asshole. Aside from the tunes blaring in the background, you could hear a pin drop. None one said anything; no screams of encouragement filled the room. Dillon lined up the crosse directly beneath the closed pucker before him. Damn this was hot. So not only did he get to handle Nate’s hot balls but now he was gonna fuck him — sorta. Whatever, he just outed himself with a raging hard-on which then deflated and now stood at attention once again. His mind was going crazy. He took a deep breath, and with hands clutched on the crosse, he shoved straight up with a sudden, very rapid motion. The crosse defeated Nate’s anal opening and ripped his ring as it made its journey into his bowels. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” screamed Nate at this new violation. He had no idea what just happened to him, but he quickly figured out that his virgin hole was on fire. “Holy fuck!” “Oh my God!” “Sick dude!” “Gaaaaay!” were just some of the exclamations thrown about by the teammates. The crosse stopped its upward ascent maybe 8” into his hole and Dillon held it there as he was shocked at what he had actually done. It took some effort to keep the crosse in place as Nate flailed all over the place. But leave it in he did. “So awesome Dillon!” congratulated his gay teammate, Dustin. “Now punish fuck him!” Laughter bellowed in the increasingly hot room. And fuck Dillon did. He rammed the crosse in and out of Nate’s hole for several minutes, watching as blood eventually coated the last several inches of his stick. “Oh gross dude!” yelled one teammate as he saw the condition of the crosse. But Dillon kept at it and was totally enthralled with anally raping Nate with his LaCrosse stick. This was fucking awesome and his hard-on couldn’t have been more stiff. When Brady said he was about out of time, Dillon redoubled his efforts and shoved the crosse in Nate’s now well-lubricated hole with all his might. That time it sank maybe 12” in before Nate couldn’t take it any more and pissed all over the carpeted floor in front of him. “Dude, you made him piss himself!” Dillon removed his cross and Nate’s asshole popped as it expelled the most unwelcome intruder. Poor Nate once again collapsed in his bonds as his ass now leaked not only sweat, but little trickles of blood. “And that, gentlemen, is how we gays punish someone,” said Dustin as he bowed to the room. Everyone laughed. Dillon, for his part, couldn’t believe what happened over these past 20 minutes. Absolutely surreal. He collapsed in a corner and took in the sights, sounds and smells. Justin, Jaycen, Andrew and Josh took their turns next. Justin, who had been the recipient last semester of a Punishment Party at Nate’s hands was not very kind. He not only kicked Nate’s nuts, but he also reared up and kicked Nate several times in the stomach, knocking what little wind he had left in him. The teammates showed their appreciation for his creativity. In the middle of Jaycen’s vicious nut kicks, Nate finally threw up all over himself. The action paused as they looked to see if he was still breathing. He was and Brad resumed the PP after a brief delay. With vomit trickling down his chest, Nate was losing touch with reality and maybe passed out once or twice during these next several sessions. But the boys didn’t let up. Nate needed to be punished and they saw that happened. By the halfway point of this evening’s most unusual Punishment Party, Nate’s balls had swollen to about twice their normal size and they were covered in dark bruises and cuts. It was anyone’s guess at this point if his balls would survive the next 70 minutes. Brad sent a few boys upstairs to bring down water and whatever they could find in the fridge. During the few minute break, they hydrated themselves while looking at Nate’s unconscious body hanging at the end of his own room. Brad threw some water on Nate’s face that woke him up. The first thing to hit Nate was nausea from the unbearable agony and he threw up once again, barely missing Brad. “Pl… please.” sputtered Nate. “I don’t fucking think so Nate. You were gonna destroy Conner’s balls and that might very well be your fate tonight. You will receive all of your punishment. Brady, whose up?” With that clear rejection, Nate started shivering as his blurry eyes scanned the room seeing eyes determined at ruining him. “I am!” Brady started the timer and his team minutes began. He walked in front of Nate’s dangling head and whispered into his ear: “We are not leaving here tonight until your balls are destroyed. Brad doesn’t know. But the rest of us decided. You’re fucked. Too bad I pulled this number cause I wanted to do it myself. But I’ll leave your balls intact so the guys can do the deed” Nate’s skin went pale. He started to cry in defeat. “What did you say to him?” asked Dillon “Nothing.” Brady grabbed his crosse from the corner and Nate puckered his hole closed at first sight of it. “Please .. not that…” “Oh shut the fuck up. I’m not gonna fuck your ass. Though you may wish I had.” Grasping the cross firmly with the blunt end facing forward, he ran towards Nate and rammed the end of the cross into his stretched out stomach. Nate coughed out whatever air he had in his lungs and let out a moan of pain. Brady pulled back and flew the butt of the crosse again and again into Nate’s gut, leaving little rectangular red marks with each strike. At first, a few dozen rectangles assaulted Nate’s slightly muscled abs, slowly wearing them down. The sensation of unforgiving wood on his stomach was so much worse than being punched. The dozens were replaced by more than a hundred and the red marks were replaced by dark blue and purple bruises. By the end of Brady’s 10 minutes punishing Nate, he brutally rammed the cross into his once proud abs more than 500 times. What stood in their place was a solid purple mass of skin, resting atop battered muscles, underscored by a raw agony that amplified the nut pain he already suffered. Nate could barely breathe. He was systematically being broken. First his balls, then his ass, and now his abs. Colton was up next, followed by Michael. Both were young team members and they delivered pretty punishing sessions, but none to the level inflicted by the predecessors. They focused mostly on punching and kicking Nate’s swollen balls, feeling them up (even though they weren’t gay, what hormone-filled boy wouldn’t feel up another guy’s balls given the no-regret chance) and in general keeping Nate in a constant state of agony while he wasn’t passed out. Then it was Caleb’s turn. This is when things turned serious. Everyone knew Caleb was the most serious about getting back at Nate for what he did last week. He was so pissed that he got drawn into the little plot that he STILL didn’t understand. Well, that shit was about to change. “So it comes to me Nate. Conner may be at home nursing the nuts you almost destroyed, but now it’s your turn to pay the price for your stupid fucking plan. Remember these?” said Caleb pointing down to his feet. On his feet were Nate’s size 11 steel-toed boots that he used on Conner. “You almost ruined Conner after only 2 kicks, now I have 10 minutes with these bad boys.” Caleb punctuated his point by grabbing and squeezing Nate’s bloated nuts. “Say goodbye to your balls.” For the second time tonight, the room was dead quiet except for the music. A room full of sweaty, shirtless teammates was fixated on a deadly serious Caleb. None of them stepped in to stop what was about to happen. “Please … I’m so sorry … I … I didn’t mean it. Please don’t kill my balls.” cried Nate as tears and more snot ran down his face, onto his drenched chest and then onto his battered abs. “Please… I’ll do anything!” “You had your chance.” replied Caleb coldly. The room held their breath wondering what would happen. The world slowed down to slow motion. Caleb’s eyes fixed on Nate’s as they stood maybe 3 feet apart. Caleb’s expression was fierce and serious, compared to Nate’s who was wrought with fear. Caleb slowly drew his right foot behind him and with all the force he could muster, sent it, along with the unforgiving steel surface hurling towards Nate’s ample, low hanging balls. It what seemed like several seconds to unfold, really took less than a second. In that time, the tip of the boot impacted the plump balls, capturing both perfectly, sending them straight into Nate’s pelvis. When balls met bone, they stopped their forward momentum, but the steel-toed boot did not stop. It kept moving, slowly flattening the fragile orbs that offered little resistance, until it felt as if steel had come in contact with bone. Still, there was plenty of energy left and the boot propelled Nate’s body upward, lifting it 3” off the ground, all while keeping the doomed balls firmly crushed beneath the pelvis. With the energy now depleted, the boot progressed back from whence it came, eventually allowing the testicles to drop along with the rest of his body. What happened next was remarkable — Nate’s mouth exploded a new round of bile vomit across the room, matching the intensity of the kick he just received. Boys scattered to avoid getting hit. His throat could utter no scream but instead his body started convulsing from the violence thrust upon it. Then, within seconds, he was out cold. The crowd couldn’t believe Caleb actually did it. Their collective mouths hung open as they took in the brutality before them. Caleb dropped to his knees and took Nate’s balls in the palm of his hand. He rolled them around, poking at them looking for fractures. Nate was passed the fuck out and made no movements. “Did you … did they?” uttered Brad, trying to form a coherent question. “Looks like they survived. Good.” “What do you mean good? You were trying to destroy them.” “Nope. Conner’s nuts survived two brutal kicks last week and I hoped he could take one, even after the beatings you guys gave him.” “So … what … what are you up to?” “Nate hasn’t told us shit about why he setup Conner or why he wanted to get him to a Punishment Party, or why he wanted to destroy his nuts. When Nate wakes up, he’s going to know i’m deadly serious about killing his balls. He’ll come clean. If he doesn’t, I fucking *will* end his balls.” “Shit dude. Just … shit.” “Wake him up.” It took a while, but Nate came around. He was groggy, but looked down and asked the only thing he could muster from his barely functional voice: “Are they…?” “They survived the first kick asshole,” replied Caleb sternly. “But they won’t last another. I’ll see to that. I wanted you awake to witness their end” “Please … just please … don’t do this.” “You deserve it” Silence. “You deserve it don’t you Nate?” “I .. I .. no.” “Too bad. We’ve decided.” Nate looked around for sympathy. He found none, probably because they were all in on Caleb’s little ploy and Nate was clueless. “Yes! Yes! I deserve it!! Please … I’ll do anything.” “Really?” Nate perked up a bit at this little chance. “Yes, yes. Anything.” “Fine. I will give you one chance. Tell us right now why you setup Conner. Why you wanted to punish him and why you wanted to kill his balls.” “I… I can’t” “Fair enough.” Caleb backed up and readied what would probably be the last kick of Nate’s balls’ lives. “Waaaaaiiit!” “Better start talking” “I … ok .. ok .. I’ll tell you.” “Conner .. Conner stole Jennifer from me.” “He what?” asked Brad. He couldn’t believe what he heard. “Wait, this is about a fucking girl?” asked Caleb with anger “He .. he … stole her! Jennifer! I loved her!” “Oh my God, this is about a girl. Back up guys, this fuck’s going down.” screamed Caleb in rage. Just as Caleb was about to kick, Brad ran in and grabbed Caleb’s sweaty torso and pulled him back. “He told us and you made a deal. You know team rules.” “But … this fuck!” “Oh I know. This is stupid crazy. Just look at him” Nate’s broken, bruised and almost destroyed manhood stood stretched on display for the team. “He went through all this shit and kept his mouth shut cause some bitch left him for Conner. Un-fuckin-believable.” “And now we all know how much of a loser he really is.” added Brad, who noticed Nate starting to cry once again. “I still wanna destroy his balls for this. But I’ll let him keep them under one more condition — he quits the team. Right fucking now!” “That’s fair. Nate, what’s it gonna be? The team or your balls?” Nate was defeated. He knew it. He was somewhere between conscious and Hell. He was a fucking mess incapable of making any kind of rational decision, but he had to say something. “I .. yeah .. I quit.” he said trying to suck back in his crying. “Good. You fucking suck.” added Caleb “and you can have the rest of my 10 minutes back. I don’t want anything more to do with him.” “Well, that leaves Dustin, Jay and me” said Brad. “Dustin?” “Yeah .. yeah … sure … um, I can go.” Dustin, the openly gay team member, couldn’t believe this. It was so surreal. There was Nate, slowly crying before him, waiting to be punished by three more guys. Things were so awkward now. He didn’t really know what to do. But time was clicking. Like what could he do now? “Yeah, you know … I think I’ll pass.” The rest of the guys didn’t give him shit for us, which certainly would have happened even a half hour earlier. “Ok cool,” said Brad. “So, Jay, it’s up to you.” Jay didn’t mind getting back in there to punish Nate. He handled, crushed and punched Nate’s horribly bloated balls. Just the first touch of them after having been so brutally kicked by the steel-toed boots caused another scream that few thought was possible at this late hour. But scream, suffer and hang in anguish poor Nate did. Jay focused all his time on Nate’s nuts, and while he was nowhere near as brutal as his friends before him, any touching at this point was horrible. He dry heaved a couple times, but his stomach was empty and nothing came up. And then his 10 minutes were up. “Well, Nate,” started Brad as he lifted Nate’s heavy head up by his hair, “it’s come to the end. I managed to pull the last number. You screwed the team. You fucked over Conner. All for Jennifer. Yeah, she’s hot and cool, but you crossed the line. And it cost you. Just look at you. You’re a fucking mess. Your lost your girlfriend. You lost your team. And for what? Nothing. “I’m not going to be an asshole like you and take pictures or video. You can remember forever what happened here. I’m not even going to punish you. You’re not worth it.” He said all of this while never breaking eye contact with Nate. This verbal lashing was just another assault on his body that he endured. Brad was right, he was done. Nate looked once again around the room, no longer caring about how his naked body looked in front of them. The stares earlier were like total joy at seeing him being punished. Now, looks of shame and disgust filled their eyes. He embodied pain, suffering, defeat and now despair. In just over a week, his life was ruined. And he did it to himself. “Get him down.” commanded Brad. Four guys navigated the messes on the floor to untie Nate, where he dropped with a splat on the floor, face first into one of his vomit and piss. He didn’t care. The boys gathered their shirts and crosses and headed out. Caleb said he’d be up in a minute. “Nate, you fucking disgust me” and proceeded to kick Nate in the abdomen with his steel-toed boots. Nate coughed and moaned and flopped around on the floor at this unbearable attack on his already ruined abs. Caleb grabbed his phone and recorded a couple minutes of video, which captured all of Nate’s body as he flailed about, including his broken abdomen, bloated and bruised balls and vomit on the carpet. Caleb removed Nate’s steel-toed boots, threw them on the ground and walked out. Epilogue… Conner finished playing GTA for the evening and was about to drift off to sleep when he saw an e-mail from an unknown gmail address. The subject line read “Vindication” with a link to a Dropbox attachment. He almost deleted it as spam. But he clicked and 5 meg later, a video started to play…

Punishment party (1)

Conner walked with no deliberate speed on this warm summer night to Nate’s house. As he crossed beneath full trees and dull streetlights, the sounds of the rustling leaves and crickets rubbing their legs filled the air. On any other night, this scene might be idyllic. But tonight, not so much. Conner headed to Nate’s house where 3 of his senior classmates prepared for his Punishment Party. Conner knew what he was getting into — afterall, he’d been on the giving end last semester. But this time he was the one who fucked up and cost the Lacrosse team what should have been a huge win. As Conner’s fate and Nate’s house both approached, Conner’s imagination naturally turned to the pain that was about to visit his balls. It was gonna be bad, like real bad. He knew what happened to Justin’s balls under his cruel hands and he knew for damn sure Nate, Caleb and Brady would ensure he remembered this night. Walking through the front door of Nate’s house was different than the dozens of other times. No need to knock. He knew the other guys were downstairs and proceeded there after discarding his shoes. The music blared and the walls shook in the parent-free house. Well, no one would hear him scream. “Hey!!!!! Get your ass in here” yelled a very jovial Nate. “Hey bro, welcome to your Punishment Party!” added Caleb with entirely too much enthusiasm. High-fives among the three guys were plentiful. Conner just looked dejected. This was gonna suck ass. The best he could muster was a muted “S’up?” As the bass thumped to an Eminem song, Conner scoped the basement and saw a pair of chains attached to hooks in the ceilings and another pair of chains attached to opposite walls. No mistaking what those were for. Beyond that there wasn’t much else there. Not that it was needed. The guys were naturally equipped with everything they would need to carry out this punishment. “Ok so let’s get this on,” started Nate in some official-sounding voice. “You’ve been sentenced to a Punishment Party, which will be carried out by Brady, Caleb and I. Since you know how this works, I’ll skip the bullshit. Your balls will be punished by of us for 10 minutes each and you cannot stop it. Ok. Strip.” Conner didn’t come this far to pussy out. He peeled off his t-shirt revealing a chiseled 18-year-old smooth chest and 6-pack abs. Next came his black gym shorts and Diesel boxers. His 4” soft cock and trimmed bush sat atop a set of plump balls that hung down an inch or so. The guys saw each other naked many times, so this was nothing new. They regularly nut checked and towel snapped each other, so hands-on contact was also natural. But this was obviously different. Finally, Conner peeled off his black socks, leaving himself naked and ready. He hopped around a bit, blowing into his clenched hands and mentally readying himself. “That’s the right attitude man, prepare yourself!” chided Brady. “Now get over here.” The three high-school senior classmates went to work attaching leather cuffs to Conner’s wrists and ankles. He was totally vulnerable as his limbs formed an X in the warm basement. The boys looked on with pride at how quickly they secured Conner. His cock swelled a bit to a 5” semi and his plump balls hung nicely, ready to receive their nut-crunching punishment. “Alright, Brady, you’re first. Your ten minutes starts …… now!” exclaimed Nate. Brady stood just in front of Conner and locked eyes: “You screwed us on the field and now you pay for causing us to lose. And you’re gonna pay for that fuck-up with your balls.” Brady, like the other boys, was built for Lacrosse and had legs of steel. Standing a couple feet in front of Conner, he reared his sneaker-covered foot back and then hurled it forward with all his might straight into Conner’s defenseless nuts. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” screamed Conner as his nuts exploded in pain. The four chains held firm as the boy they held thrashed and tried to escape. Brady, Nate and Caleb laughed their asses off. “Nice fucking shot bro!” said Caleb as he high-fived Brady. Conner’s flopping around continued for another minute before he sagged in his chains. His breathing was heavy and the pit of his stomach was screaming. He prepared. Brady took position and took careful aim on those beautiful balls that needed to be punished. Again he delivered a crushing kick, this time hitting Conner’s left nut dead on. “Oooooooohhhhhh fuuuuuucccck!” Conner screamed again at this new unbelievable assault. Again the thrashing continued. Again the pain overwhelmed him. The boys couldn’t be happier. When Conner finally settled down, he completely slumped in his chains, slightly bending his knees. Nate took note. “Guys, get up there and tighten those chains!” Caleb and Brady knew what they needed to do and when they finished this time, Caleb’s body was as tight as could be. His stomach was now sunken and his ribs clearly visible. You could almost see his muscles quiver at the strain of being pulled so tight in four directions. “Now that’s beautiful. Get your phone and take pics of this shit.” Caleb and Brady were like “What?!?” There were never pictures taken of Punishment Parties. It was a team rule. What the fuck. Even Conner snapped out of his daze and looked up. “I said take some pics. This shit’s gonna be seen” “But you can’t. It’s in the rules” protested Conner. “Fuck the rules. I wrote it and I can change it.” replied a defiant Nate. Conner tried again to escape the chains. There was no way. He was getting seriously scared as both Caleb and Brady got their phones out and were preparing to take pics. He was totally naked, chained spread eagle and his balls were on fire. He was freaking out. “Noooo you can’t. Stop!!” “DO IT!” Caleb and Brady followed along; even though this was clearly against the rules, it was hot as hell watching Caleb scared shitless. Surely they wouldn’t post these anywhere. “Noooooo!” followed by a full-body gyration he tried in absolute desperation to escape this horror. There’s no way this could be happening! He was losing his mind! The world moved in slow motion as, standing before him picture after picture was taken of his naked body. OMG his fucking life was over! “Awesome. Now Brady, get back in there and continue punishing him. Brady, start shooting video.” The fuck!? “Are you serious?” asked Brady “God damn right. This fucker cost us the most important game of the season. Not only is he going to get punished, but the captains agreed we’re going to make an example of poor Conner. “That’s right. You heard me. Your punishment is going to be shown at the next team meeting and everyone’s going to see what happens when you fuck us. “Now get in there Brady. Your time’s ticking” Brady couldn’t believe this .. neither could Caleb. But they weren’t about to say no to Nate. So Caleb switched to video mode and started recording. Eminem was still thumping in the background and Conner’s frantic screaming pierced through the music. Before Conner knew what was going on, his balls exploded again. And again. And again. Brady delivered three hard-as-fuck sneaker kicks to his defenseless nuts. The screams were guttural and horrendous to hear and Caleb caught it all. Nate crossed his arms and smiled with a sick, twisted pleasure that his growing hard-on couldn’t hide. A little sadist was being born. The minutes ticked by and the scene unfolded as expected. Brady stuck with kicking, sometimes hitting his left nut, sometimes his right, sometimes both, sometimes missing altogether. But when a clean hit was made, Conner screamed, yelled and cussed at the top of his lungs. Since he was so tightly spread out, he could offer absolutely no protection to his doomed nuts. At some point, Conner completely forgot he was being recorded. His world narrowed to the fog of agony that overcame him. That pit-of-stomach agony that can only be experienced by severe ball torture. This was so much worse than he ever expected. How the fuck was he going to survive two more of these. “Good job Brady. You’ve done your team proud.” Brady smiled at the compliment. Caleb was up next and Brady readied his phone to start shooting video. Caleb put Conner’s red and slightly swollen balls in his hand, feeling them and rolling them around the palm of his hand. With the warm balls firmly in his grasp, he squeezed as he made his point: “Dude, Nate’s right. You did fuck us. And it’s totally sick that your Punishment Party is being recorded and will be shown to the team. I watched as Brady racked and I’m gonna make this a PP to remember. I’m gonna totally destroy your balls” that last statement was accompanied by a hard squeeze. Conner broke out into a cold sweat “Dude, you … you can’t. I’m just supposed to get punished. Like the video is bad enough. Don’t kill my nuts. Pleeeeease!” Conner was a blubbering mess and Nate couldn’t be happier at the little monster he saw before him. “Too fucking bad. Your nuts are going down!!” yelled Caleb. Caleb looked at Nate “Start the timer”. Nate did. “Your ten minutes starts … now!” Lacrossers have super strong legs and Caleb used that to his advantage to attack Conner’s dangling nuts with a fury of kicks with his Converses. The attack was truly barbaric. Kicks landed every few seconds with absolutely no time for Conner to recover. He screamed, begged, scraped his wrists and ankles against the chains until he could scream no more. His voice went hoarse like 5 minutes into his nut punishment. That’s when Caleb wore himself out, stepped back and took stock of the mess of boy before him. Conner’s body was covered in sweat, his head hung down on his bony chest and his nuts were now easily twice their normal size, red in color and littered with several bruises. Caleb was panting from the physical exertion he put himself through and he drank water as his victim hung broken and defeated. Conner was truly a fucked up mess. Nobody could handle a vicious ball attack like this and it was clear this boy was no exception. But no one in the room took any pity on him. If anything, all three boys were fueled by an adrenaline rush that Nate encouraged. After maybe 2 minutes of rest, Conner moved from screaming to a whimper and crying. Brady never stopped recording, making sure to zoom in to catch the tears and snot dripping from his face. For his final three minutes, Caleb continued his over-the-top kicking of Conner’s already horribly abused balls. He tried to crack them with each kick, determined to see at least one of them explode. As his time ticked close to the 10 minute mark, he amped up his kicking, but those tough little fuckers held on and didn’t break. “Godddddddd dammmmit!” screamed Caleb at his failure. “Fuck me!!” Nate consoled his teammate by wrapping his arm around his shoulder: “Awww it’s okay man. You tried your hardest. You’re just a pussy.” “Fuck you” laughed Caleb. At this point, Caleb was barely conscious and his balls were now half-covered in bruises and his body was limp as could be expected in such tight bonds. Brady threw water on his face that Nate commanded him to get. Nate grabbed Conner’s wet hair, pulling his shocked head up to within inches of his face: “Two down, one to go.” “Dude … you … can’t” “Oh yes I can. You know how Punishment Parties work and you will feel my boot on your balls” “My balls … are they still …. ?” Nate grasped Conner’s hugely bloated balls in his hand: “Whole? Real balls?” said Nate with an evil grin. Conner looked dejected as he saw the determination on Nate’s face and his unbelievably agonizing balls encircled by Nate’s hand. He was so fucked. He looked up and saw two camera phones capturing his misery. His 18-year-old life was ruined. He cried. “That’s right asshole. Cry. And learn your lesson. You screw the team and you pay a price.” What’s sad and no one knew is that the loss wasn’t his fault at all. It was actually Nate’s. Nate subtly tripped up Conner as he was about to score. No one saw it happen and Nate totally pinned this on him during the team meeting. Conner figured he just wanted to get him into a Punishment Party but he had no idea why. Well, now he knew. Nate wanted to totally fucked him up. Why hardly mattered at this point. As Nate moved behind Brady and Caleb as they captured Conner’s meltdown, Conner ran through all this shit in his mind and as a couple minutes ticked by, he somehow became determined to be the better guy. He knew Nate was going to fuck up his balls, probably worse than the other two boys did to him. Fuck, he might even leave here ballless and his PP was going to be shown to the whole team. But dammit if he was gonna go down like a bitch. He forced himself to stop crying and compose himself as best as his fit, spread eagle body could. “Yah … I’m here for my … Punishment Party … I know I cost the team a win and a chance for the playoffs and I deserve this.” Caleb turned down the music to catch this on video. “Not gonna lie, I don’t .. like don’t want my balls destroyed … but if that’s what you gotta do to me, do it.” Conner held his tear-covered head as high as he could muster, his arms and legs shaking in raw pain and exhaustion. The two phones all of the speech. Caleb and Brady were blown away. “Nice speech.” Nate couldn’t find the right words. He knew he tripped Conner on the field and that the Punishment Party was his idea. No one knew the underlying motive for all this shit, not even the other team captains, which was fine. But he was gonna see this through. “For your final punishment period, I put my steel-toed boots on.” Conner didn’t notice them earlier but he could see how mean those boots looked. He inhaled fully and slowly exhaled. This was the end of his balls. It took everything he had to keep from crying again. The camera phones had turned to Nate and his boots by this point and the two boys were starting to think this might be going too far. Something was wrong with Nate. But neither was courageous enough to speak up. They looked back at Conner’s vulnerable frame and his swollen, bruised balls and knew they would not survive 10 minutes with Nate’s steel-toed boots. “Get ready asshole.” Nate started the timer and took out his pent-up aggression into a full-force kick right into the easy targets before him. The kick was so forceful that Conner lifted off the ground a couple inches as the follow-through catapulted Conner’s defenseless orbs into his pelvis. The steel-toed boots ensured the swollen balls were also brutally crushed. Conner couldn’t even scream. His mouth opened up, but no sound escaped. His face turned white and his body started convulsing. Nate was enthralled with the reaction before him and the two other boys continued recording but looked at each other, communicating concern without uttering a word. As Nate soaked in the terror he inflicted upon Conner’s body, he readied for another brutal kick. Those weak fucking balls would explode for sure. And deliver a brutal second kick he did. Conner never saw it coming and he was once again slightly raised off the ground thanks to Nate’s powerful leg. This time, Conner’s body took over and unloaded a torrent of vomit all over the floor and on his chest. The convulsing continued and the boys flew backwards to avoid getting hit. Conner was a fucking mess. He lost the ability to scream. He brain shut down and he was a cocoon of agony … and the boys knew it. “Ok that’s it” yelled Brady as he dropped his phone on the table. “Yeah, this is fucking stupid” added Caleb. “Oh no it’s not fucking over. What the fuck is wrong with you two pussies?” screamed Nate. “Look at him! You’re fucking destroying him!” “That’s the fucking point!” “No, it’s not the fucking point. We’re supposed to punish him, that’s it. None of this recording shit or breaking his nuts.” “Oh no you don’t. You two were totally into this like 10 minutes ago. You are NOT pussying out now.” “It’s over Nate.” “No it’s not. You two are off the team. I’ll finish this myself. Get the fuck out! NOW!” Nate was shaking with rage. With that, both Caleb and Brady jumped Nate and beat the ever-living shit out of him. Nate was stronger than one of them, but not the two of them together. By the time they were done, Nate had a bloody lip and bruises all over his body. One of the boys even managed to knee him in the nuts. Nothing compared to the horror Conner received, who was now hanging unconscious with vomit drooling down his hairless chest. “Good thing you told us to record this asshole. The team’s going to see what you did and you are then so fucked.” Nate was too beaten and exhausted to say or do anything. Confident he wasn’t going to cause any problems, Caleb and Brady checked out Conner. The first thing they did was check to see if he was alive. He was. They moved to his balls and took his horribly bloated black and blue balls into their hands and gently rolled them around, pushing their thumb in places feeling for breaks. Conner didn’t move. He was out cold. It appeared they were in tact, which was a genuine miracle. Caleb and Brady turned from punishers to caretakers. The adrenaline and thrill of hurting him turned to concern and even fear at what they had done. They cleaned him up and Conner eventually woke up, but was dazed. He at first couldn’t comprehend his two punishers caring for him, but he was in no condition to fully comprehend what was going on. The only thing he could say, in a raspy, broken voice was “Are they …. ?” “They’re fine. They’re still there. They’re swollen but they feel fine.” said Brady. With those words, Conner relaxed. The boys finished dressing him and helping him out of Nate’s house … as Nate curled up in a corner lost in his own thoughts. A week later at the team meeting, everyone showed except Conner who was still recovering and Nate who was just a no-show.. Caleb and Brady decided to show the videos and tell the stories, knowing it would embarrass Conner. But the truth had to come out. The team started off like “oh yeah!” “Conner got owned!” “Oh fuck dude, that had to hurt!”. Then the tone changed towards the end as Nate’s true colors showed through. Then the room got dead quiet with the two brutal steel-toed boot kicks. “What the actual fuck?!” “That’s it. His ass is going down” said one teammate. “Yeah no shit. Like, he needs a Punishment Party!” added another. “Yeah. But it’s gonna be from all of us!” “Fuck yeah!” And it was on. The mob ruled.

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Phil's Tough Match (Part 1)

by Mr. Phil

 Phil was in the locker room getting ready for tonight's match. He was standing there in his bikini briefs as he pulled his Speedo type trunks over them. He never liked wearing or the feeling of a jock strap so he always wore his favorite bikinis underneath. He always did make sure to wear a protective cup to guard his ponderous balls. Even though his balls were larger than most guys and made an envious bulge in his Speedos, he was just - let's say short in the cock department. That is why he bought an extra heavy duty cup and slipped in between his underwear and wrestling trunks. The large cup curved outwards completely encompassing his balls. But he did have concerns with this match since it was his first submission match and against a wrestler named "the BB CRUSHER". When he inquired about his opponent with his wrestling buddies they purposely misinformed him not to worry about him and that the BB stands for Body Builder Crusher as he is a body builder wrestler. Little did Phil know that BB stood for Ball Busting and that he used dirty tactics and gear in the ring. His wrestling buddies were jealous of Phil's huge bulge at the gym and on the beach as he always received all of the attention from beautiful girls. They never have seen him naked as he always dressed undressed without them. They just thought he was being a snob. Phil checked himself in the mirror before going out to the ring. His muscular body tapered down to his deep blue trunks which were made of shiny spandex-lycra. He turned around to make sure that the material covered completely over the underwear too. He did not want people to see the bright underwear that he privately wears as his buddies only seen him in boxers or plain briefs. Phil went into the ring as his name was being announced and stood in his corner warming up. Crusher was already there and sizing up Phil. He noticed Phil's large bulge in his trunks and figured he was wearing a cup. But that is no problem as he knows how to handle that situation. Since this was a special submission match the ref did not bother checking the wrestlers for hidden objects. He was only there to hear the submission and declare the winner of the prize money. The bell rang with the wrestlers meeting in the center of the ring. Crusher offered a jester for a test of strength. Phil was confident and went along with the test of strength. They locked up in a struggle as they were both evenly matched and ended up with both of their hands up in the air face to face. Phil spread his legs to gain better leverage when suddenly Crusher slammed a loaded knee pad into his crotch. The hard steel insert connected with the cup causing a vertical hairline crack to form in the center of the curved plastic. Phil heard a "thud" sound when the knee connected but did not feel any pain as the cup absorbed the blow. Since that move was ineffective against him, Phil grabbed Crushers arm and whipped him across the ring into the opposite ropes. Crusher rebounded back into Phil's outstretched arm clothes lining him across his chest. This flipped him down laying him hard onto his back. Phil then proceeded to jump and smash down one leg across his already hurting chest. Phil then got up and stood over by Crushers feet getting ready for his next move. Crusher trying to regain his breath looks up to see Phil straddling his left foot. Crusher grins looking at Phil's open bulge and lifts his booted foot right into his crotch. The steel toed boot hits the protective cup; "THUD" - "CRACK" is heard as the vertical crack spreads to the top and bottom edges of the cup. Another quick kick hits again; "THUNK" - "CRACK" as the break in the thick plastic deepens and thin spider cracks form at the apex of the curved cup. Phil staggers backwards from the kicks but his balls do not feel the pressure as the cup absorbs the hits. He wonders why Crusher wastes his energy using low blows when he knows that he is wearing protection down there. He also hears the sounds the blows are making to his cup but does not think anything serious is happening. As Phil staggers back he spreads his feet to keep from falling back into the ropes. Crusher rolls up onto one knee looking up at Phil's crotch. He sees the shiny blue material stretch across the curved cup revealing a wide shadow of a crack in the center. He quickly moves up to Phil grabbing his shoulders and leans in with a swift knee into his groin. The loaded knee pad hits; "THUNK!!!" - " C R A C K" sounds as the cup breaks into two pieces. Phil lets out a surprised "UUUGGHH" as his balls feel the pain this time. He falls back against the ropes with his hands over his crotch. Panic ensues as he not only feels two plastic pieces of the cup but that the curve also busted flat. He feels his large balls press out as they are no longer confined to the cup. With Phil leaning against the ropes holding him self, Crusher smashes a series of arm bars across his chest making sure to hit just under his pecs. Phil starts to sag between the middle ropes pushing his bubble butt out. Crusher grabs in the back for the waistband of Phil's trunks to straighten him up. But he grabs too deep and gets a hold of Phil's underwear band instead. He gives a mighty yank pulling Phil back up and out of the ropes. The audience breaks out laughing as Phil's bright red underwear is wedgied half way up his back. The shiny red material was such a contrast against his deep blue wrestling trunks. Blushing, Phil reaches one arm behind him and pulls the underwear back down and into the trunks. Crusher grabs Phil's arm and whips him into the opposite ropes. Phil rebounds across the ring hitting his pecs against Crushers clothesline. He falls flat on his back from the blow with his arms and legs spread out. Crusher looks down at Phil's crotch noticing the outline of the two plastic pieces over each nut. From a standing position he sticks out his elbow and falls with all of his weight into the center of Phil's crotch. The steel loaded elbow pad connects with the two plastic pieces pushing them deep into the balls. Phil lets out a loud scream and jolts up into a sitting position as the sharp pain explodes in his nuts. His hands fly to his groin as nauseating pain rushes through his body. Crusher stands up grabbing Phil's hair and easily throws him into a corner turnbuckle. Phil's back hits hard making his body slump in pain. Crusher entangles his arms and legs on each side of the ring ropes leaving Phil suspended in the ropes. Phil struggles in a panic as pain racks his body from the blows he received especially the ones to his nuts. He looks down as he feels his balls swelling up from the hits. Crusher looks down at Phil's crotch too, enjoying the scene of his large balls pushing against the plastic pieces forcing them apart. He reaches for Phil's crotch with both hands and grabs the edges of each plastic piece. Then he proceeds to pull them back along with material of the wrestling trunks away from Phil's balls. He starts to step backwards stretching the trunk material with the thick plastic pieces out about four feet and suddenly let's go. "WHAAAP" the plastic pieces smack right back into the balls. Phil screams out from the blow and tries to get free. All he can do is look down as Crusher grabs for the two pieces again. He watches this time as Crushers pulls back even further. The shiny blue spandex stretches away pulling the inner leg bands out too. Since Phil was wearing underwear, his balls were held taught in place. Crusher now was ten feet away from Phil pulling with all of his might. The shiny blue spandex was stretched out so much that the pieces of plastic were showing bright white through the material. Also a slight creaking sound was made as elastic waistband and leg openings were stretched to their limits. "WHHAAAAAPPP" resounded through the arena as Crusher let go. Phil's screams could also be heard as the plastic "protective" cup imploded into his large balls. The jagged edges dug deep into the sacks with only the underwear protecting from them from being cut. Phil was dizzying with pain shaking his head no as Crusher grabbed for the pieces again. This time the spandex was stretched too far as a loud rip was heard. The jagged edges cut through the material leaving gapping hole in front of Phil's trunks. Crusher laughed as he looked at Phil's underwear. Not only were they bright red but on the front over the balls was a pattern of orange and yellow flames with the words "HOT STUFF" written above. Crusher laughed with Phil's buddies as he pointed out the fancy undies and what was written over them. Phil was totally nauseous from his aching swelling balls to being seen in his underwear. Crusher moved over and grabbed what remained of his trunks and ripped them off. A knot of fear filled the pit of his stomach as he realized that he was losing too much - his protective cup - the protection his trunks gave and his precious nuts. Phil was ready to submit and asked for the ref. Hearing this Crusher chopped at Phil's throat causing him to gag and shoved the trunks into his mouth. Then he proceeded to kick Phil square into his unprotected groin. Phil's body jumped and withered as kick after kick smashed into the nuts. Phil's muffled screams could be heard even through the trunks. With each kick his balls would flatten and then spring back out. His balls were swelling at rapid rate and the yellow and orange flame pattern made them even more of an irresistible target. Tears were running down from Phil's eyes from the intense pain and damage his scrotum was receiving. Finally all of his thrashing broke him free from the ropes and he crumpled to the mat lightly holding his battered balls. Crusher came over and grabbed Phil's hair and the back waistband of his bikinis. Phil tried to get up on his feet as felt his underwear being yanked up. The shiny red bikinis wedgied half way up his back causing to pull his swollen balls painfully underneath his legs. Phil was in a panic - his underwear was crushing his balls but if they ripped he would be further exposed. Luckily he was able to finally stand up through all of the pain and Crusher let go of his underwear but not before whipping him into the ropes. Phil was all out of strength and all he could do was rebound back - right into Crushers waiting knee. Again the bright flame pattern was a perfect target for the black loaded knee pad. "SQUISH" sound was heard as Phil's balls somersaulted over the knee. Phil laid on his back almost passed out cupping his balls to make sure they were still complete. The trunks fell out his mouth during all of this as moaning was heard that he submits. Crusher propped Phil up from behind and pulled him up with a hammer lock. He moved one hand to the back of Phil's red bikinis and pulled him around the ring showing Phil's swollen balls in the fancy undies. The shiny red material stretched out and finally gave away exposing Phil's demolished balls. The audience cheered at seeing his bloated almost purplish balls but also laughed at the sight of his cock. Since Crusher was behind him, he did not know what all of the laughing was about. He stopped and propped Phil up against the turnbuckle and started to laugh and mock at Phil's three inch cock sticking out over the huge balls. Crusher then grabbed a ball in each hand and started to squeeze in. Unbelievable pain shot through Phil's scrotum as they were being crushed. Phil screeched "PPPLEEEASE NOOOO - THE'RE ALL THAT I HAVE" Crusher replied "WITH A COCK LIKE THAT YOU DO NOT DESERVE THESE BALLS" and clamped down harder. "NNNOOOOO!!!! I I I SUBBBMITT I I I SSSUBBBBMIT!" The ref finally hears Phil's submission and orders Crusher to let go. Crusher releases with a sharp yank down feeling the swollen and crushed tissue slip through his fingers. Phil crumbles to the mat again holding onto his mangled balls. He can not tell how much damage they are in as they are too sensitive to even hold. The attending doctor is called out to help with the ref to carry Phil to the first aid station.