BIG Steve vs. LITTLE Bob
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 knucks 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 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 as 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 levi clad groin. Jeff squeezed the punks 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 punks fingers away from his hurt nuts. Then Jeff dug his fingers into the punks 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 remove 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.