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Ball Punching Brother
by Little Bob (address withheld)
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A story about ball busting sport and the joy of getting
it in the nuts repeatedly. (MM, v)
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Bob is a little guy only 5'6" and 140 pounds, but he
loves to fight and the dirtier the better. He works out
at a boxing gym in a sleazy part of town. It is a small
gym frequented mostly by Hispanics, some blacks and 3
or 4 Anglos. The action in the ring is unusually rough
partly because the "ref" doesn't care but mainly
because the fighters like that way. Some of the
fighters revel in using low blows against another boxer
and winning fights with them.
Bob is one of the best low punchers in the gym and all
of the other fighters has felt the force behind his
ball shots even though they wear "foulproof cups."
Several of the Mexican boxers really get off on trading
low blows with another fighter. They fight as often as
they can in the ring with just a jock no cup. When Bob
tangles with them, he too doesn't wear a cup. He
usually wins by out fouling them and absorbing more
ball shots than they can.
Bob has been fighting for as long as he can remember,
being from the wrong side of the tracks. The neighbor
in the poor part of Chicago where he was raised, it was
either fight or die, so Bob learned to fight at an
early age, about 9 to be exact. He had an older
brother, Mike, who was 2 years older than himself and
also had learned to fight at a young age.
Mike and Bob often rough housed together and were quick
to learn about the weak points of the human body, the
eyes, throat, nerve centers and their balls. Mike was
on the high school boxing and football teams and he
often got to put his knowledge to practical use. Going
for the other's balls whenever possible taught both of
them how to protect their family jewels and how to
crack the other guy's nuts. They kept up their
brotherly fights until Mike graduated from high school
and joined the marines when he was 19.
While Mike was in the marines he often wrote Bob about
the fights in the barracks and showers. He explained
them in great detail, how similar they were to the way
that he and Bob had practiced. And how the winner was
the one that got to the other's balls first, either
with his hand, knee or foot, with a nut cracking claw
being the most common and effective. The marines had to
be careful when they fought because the D.I.'s might
put them in the brig or have them discharged.
When Mike was on leave he returned home to be with Bob.
They talked long into the nights about the fights that
they had either gotten into and won (they never lost),
and what tactics they had used to defeat their
challengers. When they weren't reminiscing they were
fighting, with Mike showing Bob some of the new tricks
that he had learned. But they both concentrated on each
other's balls, punches, kicks and nut claws all being
freely used.
Both of them had tough nuts and even the marines
couldn't change that. They both got off with their
renewed ball bashing and as they traded stories of
their fights. For two weeks they continued to work out
and work each other's balls over. Continuing their ball
toughing and fighting techniques.
After Mike had returned to the Marine base, Bob had
found the boxing gym. He had joined it with the hope of
learning how to box, but it didn't take him long to
find out who were the ball bashers amongst the members.
When Mike called late one night, Bob told him of his
discovery, a boxing gym where fighters actually
practiced dirty fighting tactics and used them openly.
Mike's cock sprang to attention when he heard this and
made Bob promise to take him there on his next leave.
Bob eagerly agreed. It would be two months before Mike
would get another 2 week leave, but he couldn't get the
thoughts of fighters openly fighting for the other's
balls.
Bob was working out 3 times a week, keeping in great
shape, and practicing his favorite pass time punching
another man in the balls. The constant challenges and
no blows barred fights made him very aggressive and he
was thankful that Mike had trained him so well. He
reminded Mike of this every time they exchanged letters
or phone calls.
Mike was glad that his little brother had learned his
lessons so well and was putting them to good use. There
was a large variety of sparing partners at the gym but
Bob gravitated towards those that fought the dirtiest.
He became friends with several of them, three of the
dirtiest Mexican fighters. All four enjoy sneaking up
on each other and punching the other's balls with their
fist, gloved or not. They enjoy feeling their knuckles
dig into another man's balls and watching him double up
in agony.
Bob always beat the others but even Bob would succumb
to a solid well placed ball shot occasionally. He
recovered more quickly than the others because his nuts
had been toughened by years of low blow fighting with
his brother, starting in junior high school. Bob and
the three Mexicans have also had private bare knocks
low blows only bouts after hours, in jocks without
cups. Frequently they have had to stop and allow their
hard-ons to subside before continuing.
Bob got a hard-on every time he unsuspectingly got it
in the balls, in the locker room, shower or in the gym,
but not in the ring or during real fight. In a real
fight he gets rock hard only after he has punched the
other guy's balls into submission.
The four ball bashers traded off fighting with each
other until the competition reached the point that they
decided to schedule a "championship" fight. The "rules"
were simple, NONE. Anything goes, no gloves, no cups or
jocks and no fouls, just two naked studs fighting it
out bare knucks to see who was the best and dirtiest
fighter.
Secretly they talked to anyone who looked interested,
with more that ten competitors it would take several
weeks before the final bout. The four ball bashers
wrecked havoc on the less talented dirty fighters. Low
blows rained supreme with the upper cut between the
legs being the best and most destructive, followed by
the knee lift. Fighter after fighter was eliminated
until it came done to Bob and Pedro.
Bob and Pedro had fought many times before. Bob had
never lost, but Pedro usually put up a hell of fight.
Bob never escaped unscathed, Pedro always managed to
sink his fist into Bob's balls several times during
their bouts. But he never knocked him out with a ball
shot or cracked his nuts. In the locker room or showers
they always traded ball shots, their bare knuckles
slamming into each other's balls no matter who was
there or watching.
But now everything was on the line, "The Dirtiest
Fighter of the Gym," and the looser's ass. All of the
challengers were present, it was warm tonight and they
were all stripped to waist. Their hard muscular bodies
shimmering with a light layer of sweat that washed over
their solid pecs and washboard stomachs, to drip into
their jocks and shorts.
The crowd is getting restless. Most are adjusting their
battered balls in their tight jocks and stroking their
hard dicks in anticipation of the hottest fight of the
year. Bob and Pedro climb into the ring, face each
other and slowly remove their robes exposing their
naked bodies. Their hard cocks are pointing towards
ceiling and their balls are hanging loosely between
their hard muscular legs. Their cocks sway from side to
side as they step to the center of the ring.
The bell rings, there is only one round without time
limit or a finish. Bob and Pedro circle each other
slowly until Bob throws a left jab and follows it up
with his right instep. Pedro is caught off guard as
Bob's instep slams into his crotch, and smashes his
balls.
Fortunately for Pedro his balls have grown tougher over
the last two months because Bob and his interest in low
blows. As Pedro starts to fold up Bob steps forward and
throws an upper cut aimed at Pedro's chin, but Pedro's
straight left reaches his balls first. Pedro's knuckles
slam into Bob's balls and they are both in mild agony.
Bob recovers first as usual. He jumps behind Pedro,
pushes his shoulder forward making Pedro loose his
balance and spread his legs. Bob takes immediate
advantage of Pedro's luckless position and hammers an
upper cut between his legs. Bob's fist connects with
Pedro's balls. His knuckles dig into Pedro's soft
flesh, slamming them forward and against his stiff
dick.
Pedro falls on his face, his hands riveted to his
crotch, clutching his balls. Pedro is in big trouble
but this fight isn't over yet. The crowd is screaming,
half for Pedro to get up and half for Bob to finish him
off. All of them have one hand shoved deep into their
trunks, clutching their balls in sympathy with Pedro
and squeezing their balls vigorously while they stroke
their hard cocks. Bob is going finish of Pedro as
quickly as possible. He likes Pedro. He wants to beat
Pedro but he doesn't want to totally destroy his
manhood unless absolutely necessary. Bob is going to
win or so he thinks.
Pedro his still on his knees, his balls are on fire.
Bob straddles his left leg and takes aim with his right
hand, preparing to drive another upper cut to Pedro's
hanging fruit. Pedro sees Bob's feet, one on each side
of his left leg, suddenly Pedro snaps his left heel up.
Pedro's aim is a little off but his heel connects with
Bob's crotch and balls. Bob falls backwards and lands
on his butt. Now his hands are tightly pressing against
his balls and clutching his hurt nuts.
Pedro turns to face Bob, they are both on their knees.
Their hands are cupping their racked balls, but their
eyes are trained on the other's manhood. Slowly they
crawl towards each other, until they are almost nose to
nose. Bob is the first to strike. He drives his fist
into Pedro's groin seconds before Pedro strikes his
balls. They are now trading punch for ball busting
punch.
Their knuckles are digging into the other's manhood, as
they use their left hands go grab the other by the neck
to brace themselves as their assault continues. Again
and again they trade punches, their fists slamming into
inflamed tissue. Instead of just straight punches, Bob
twists his fist on impact and grinds his knuckles into
Pedro's balls. Pedro his grinding Bob's nuts as well
and even Bob's tough nuts are beginning to swell from
the constant hammering.
Both Bob and Pedro are suffering from agonizing pain as
their balls are bashed and smashed. Bob's superior
conditioning saves him, with one last mighty right
upper cut to Pedro's balls, Bob knocks him out. Pedro
collapses in a heap of ball busted fighter, his manhood
will take two weeks to recover.
Bob is declared the victor. As he stands over the still
unconscious Pedro, Bob starts to pump his mighty cock.
He runs his hand over its entire length until his
battered and bruised balls release their scrambled load
of cum to spatter on the prostrate Pedro. It takes Bob
one week to recover from the championship fight. When
he returns to the gym he is hailed a hero and presented
with a gold plated cup, the engraving reads "To the
toughest pair of balls in the world!"
But today there is a new face in the gym, Steve, a 6'
185 pound blond haired blue eyed hunk. He has heard of
the gym from his friends and he wants to find out for
himself just how "bad" these fighters are, and be
initiated into their ranks.
Steve enjoys a good street fight where there are no
fouls and anything goes. Fighting dirty has been second
nature to him ever since he got jumped by punkers when
he was still in grade school. They beat him up real
bad, blacking both of his eyes, punching his gut,
kicking him in the balls repeatedly but not breaking
any bones or doing him any permanent damage. Several
weeks later when he had recovered they jumped him
again. But this time they were in for a big surprise,
Steve's older brother.
Jeff had taught him a few tricks on how to defend
himself. Jeff was on the high school varsity water polo
and wrestling teams. In both sports your balls are
protected only by a thin layer of cloth and they get
worked over frequently by an opponent. Jeff likes
having another stud go for his balls, then he has an
excuse for attacking their balls unmercifully until
they submitted.
Jeff loved to get into cock and ball fights. He has
beaten so any of the other jocks in school that very
few of them will fight him. But when they do fight,
everyone circles around to watch and get a roaring hard
on, as the two jock studs go for each other's low
hanging balls.
They slap, punch, grab, and kick each other's balls
until one either quits or gets knocked out. When Steve
got beat up, Jeff cared for him. But when Steve showed
Jeff his young tender balls and what the three punks
had done to him, Jeff went into a rage. Jeff wanted to
take the three apart all by himself, but Steve said "I
want to be there and help!" That is when Jeff began to
teach Steve how to fight. Jeff stripped and told Steve
to fondle his low slung balls, to feel the tough
leather sac that held and protected them.
When Jeff said "Now punch my balls as hard as you can
with your fist." Steve was caught off guard by his
brother's strange request, and only tapped Jeff's balls
lightly. Jeff looked at Steve, grabbed his balls
roughly, and said "You can do better than that. Now
punch my balls, hard! Or I'll make you even sorrier
than you are now!"
Steve punched Jeff's balls again and again, while Jeff
continued to grip his balls. He drove his fists harder
and harder into Jeff's balls until they were swinging
wildly between his legs almost reaching the crack of
his ass. Steve was watching Jeff's face for a sign of
pain, but all he saw was pleasure, as cum began to drip
from Jeff's now rigid cock. Jeff straddled Steve's legs
and ordered his brother to kick him between the legs.
Steve was starting to enjoy working on his brother's
manhood while Jeff continued to squeeze and knead his
balls. Steve soon realized that Jeff was in second
heaven as he bashed away at his balls. When Jeff's ram
rod cock shot cum all over Steve's naked gut and chest,
they both sighed in relief. Jeff laid down on the bed
next to his little brother and released his balls.
Then Jeff rubbed the cum all over Steve's tight young
body and fondled his battered balls. Jeff said "As soon
as you are well, I'm going to toughen your balls like
mine, teach you how to fight and then we'll take care
of those three punks that jumped you!"
Steve recovered sufficiently in three days that Jeff
began training his brother. Steve had always looked up
to Jeff and now his brother was going to teach him all
that he had knew, especially dirty fighting and ball
bashing. For two weeks Jeff and Steve worked out
together secretly, after school in the park and at
night in their basement were Jeff had built his own gym
and training arena. Steve learned quickly, because Jeff
was a good instructor, and they both enjoyed being
close to each other.
After the two weeks Steve was not as good as his
brother but he was well on his way to equaling him.
They both got frequent hard-ons from their fights, and
they took turns getting each other off. Steve had fully
recovered from the earlier beating. Jeff knew that
Steve had learned how to fight well enough, so they
went after the three who had attacked Steve.
Jeff followed Steve as he walked into the same area
where he had been attacked. It didn't take long to find
the three bullies, and one of them stood up and blocked
Steve's way. The other two stood up and surrounded the
smaller Steve as Jeff closed from behind. They began
pushing Steve between themselves, when suddenly Steve
punched the biggest one in the balls.
The uppercut caught the punk by surprise and he bent
over in agony, clutching his balls. The other two punks
grabbed Steve's arms and held him up. Steve kicked at
their legs but he couldn't reach their balls with his
foot. Jeff came up behind the punk on Steve's right and
jammed his hand between his legs. Jeff slapped his
balls with a resounding smack and dug his fingers into
the levis clad groin.
Jeff squeezed the punk's balls, slipped a half nelson
on him and picked him up by his crotch adding to the
force attacking his balls. This broke the hold on
Steve's right arm. Steve spun to his left and swung his
knee around the punk's right leg and slammed it into
his balls. Then Steve grabbed the punk in a bear hug
and pumped his right knee into his crotch and balls,
again and again. The two big punks were crying in pain
as the two brothers worked their balls over.
Jeff continued to squash the one's punk's balls with
his strong fingers while his brother switched from
using his knee to using his hand. Steve drove his hand
into the waist of punk's levis, shoving it deeply into
his crotch. When Steve found his balls, he too dug his
fingers into the punk's sac, using the nut claw that
Jeff had shown and demonstrated on him many times. The
third punk had recovered form Steve's nut cracking
upper cut and seeing his two buddies in big trouble
charged at Jeff.
Steve saw him first and lashed out with an instep kick
that landed between his legs and slammed into his
balls. The impact lifted the punk off of the ground.
Jeff rotated the punk that he was holding by the balls
and slammed him down over his bent knee and knocked the
wind out of him, then he turned his attention on the
third punk.
Steve's kick had knocked most of the fight out of him
but Jeff was going to finish him off. The third punk
was bent over clutching his aching gonads when Jeff
drove an upper cut into his hands and smashed them into
his balls again. Jeff moved quickly behind the third
punk, shoved his hand into his levis and found his
balls. Jeff fingers were stronger than the punks and he
was able to force the punk's fingers away from his hurt
nuts. Then Jeff dug his fingers into the punk's sac,
his thumb splitting the twin orbs as he clamped his
fingers shut. With the punk locked in a nut claw, Jeff
lifted him bodily off of the ground by his balls.
The twin nut claws were so effective that both the
punks passed out within 30 seconds, joining the third
in the land of unconsciousness. With the three punks
out of commission Jeff stepped between their legs and
stomped his foot into their undefended crotches, giving
them their just desserts. Steve wanted a piece of the
action and when Jeff was finished he drove his toes
into the remains of their manhood.
While he is working out, Steve sees Bob trading low
blows with Pedro. Steve likes to fight against little
guys, especially the ones that fight hard and dirty.
Bob seems to be a first class candidate. Soon Steve
realizes that most of fighters when they spar really do
fight dirty and use low blows to weaken their
opponents. His cock is straining at the mesh of his
jock and his juices are beginning to soak through the
fabric of his boxing trunks.
Bob is a cocky little son a bitch and loves to fight
with bigger men. The taller they are the easier it for
him to punch their nuts once he gets inside their
reach. Bob favors the upper cut because he can bring it
up under their crotches and rack their balls even if
they are wearing a cup. Bob notices that this new guy
is watching him while he spars and that he has a
distinct bulge in his shorts. Bob thinks that maybe
this new stud is a little shy, so he just walks up to
him and introduces himself. "Hi, I'm Bob." Steve is
surprised but replies, "Nice to meet you, I'm Steve."
With the formalities over with Bob asks Steve if he
would like to spar a little bit? Steve is over whelmed,
and they quickly move off to one side of the gym. They
start their semi-private bout by keeping their blows in
legal territory. As their practice continues their
blows get lower and lower until Bob punches Steve's
balls. Steve yelps with the sudden shock but he returns
the favor to Bob's balls.
While they spar, they start trading fight stories.
Along with the words they demonstrate the tactics that
they used to attack the other's balls. Half an hour
later both of their trunks have large wet spots in
front of their groins because they can hardly contain
their enthusiasm or emotions. They know that they are
turned on to the other and when Bob suggests that they
head for the shower Steve is close behind. Their
lockers are near to each other. Slowly they removed
their sweat soaked shirts, slip off their gym shoes and
socks. They slid their trunks down from their waists
and over their thighs, and stand facing each other
wearing only their bulging jocks. They move nearer to
each other, their eyes riveted on the other's jock clad
basket.
When they are with arms reach they lightly punch the
other's balls. Then Steve slides his hand over Bob's
crotch and fondles his balls. Bob returns the grope,
but he squeezes Steve's balls with his strong finger
and massages them. Steve's head falls back as Bob works
on his balls and Steve begins to squeeze Bob's balls
using an equal amount of force. The gentle squeezes
become harder and harder as the two fighters are turned
on even more. Bob works Steve's jock down over his
muscular legs exposing his cock and balls.
Steve quickly strips Bob of his jock and they are both
naked, hard and ready. They walk into the showers and
adjust the water temperature, as they continue where
they left off. Steve slaps Bob's balls with his open
hand and traps them in his fist. Bob drives his hand
into Steve's balls and locks his fingers around his
loose sac. They release each other's balls and begin to
trade ball slaps. Harder and harder they slam their
hands into the other's nuts. But instead of forcing
their hips back they push their hips closer together
until their stiff dicks are almost touching.
Neither is willing to concede and they slap each
other's balls until they both quit at the same time.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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