Juicing Jack

 The Start of It

Jack was almost vibrating with excitement. Tonight was something he had been looking forward to for almost five years even though he just heard about it a week ago.

Jack had just turned 18 at the beginning of the month and while surfing the internet he came across a message board advertising the underground fights. Luckily he squeaked into the age requirement and immediately signed up.

Standing in his bedroom he admired himself in the mirror and nearly whimpered as he took a breath and forced his hands away from the tent in his black briefs. He was saving up for tonight but his imagination was constantly bombarding him with possibilities that had kept him at least semi-hard for almost four days.

Jack moaned out loud as he peeled his briefs off to take one last look at his throbbing cock and unbruised balls. "You boys are going to get fucked up so hard. Fuck..." The words caused his dick to lurch. He was constantly on the edge now and was only worried the fight would be too short. He wanted it to last until he begged to stop and maybe a while longer.

Jack had always admired his own body. He was rather narcissistic in his personal life but never out loud. He had plenty to be proud of and as he grew more popular the praise grew more frequently.

Jack had started acting at age 11. Immediately he was cast as the cute little boy with the adorable smile. At 13 he landed the role that made him "famous" or as much as a 13 year old could be. Now 18 he was still getting parts and had a very bright future, though if word got out about what he was doing tonight that might change. It was risky but that just made it more exciting.

Coincidentally also at age 11 Jack found out that if he rubbed his cock long enough it felt amazing. By 13 he discovered that apparently every boy, including his costars, knew about it too. On more than one occasion a day of shooting ended with a few of the boys watching porn and doing some private shooting of their own. By the end of his first big film Jack had developed a crush on at least three boys he was working with and wasnt ashamed to let people know he was bisexual. But boys had that special something that Jack had been obsessed with since the first time he was able to shoot a load. Boys had balls.

Jack loved balls. Cocks were great, pussy was great, ass was great. But balls were special. He just loved the way they looked when they bounced around under a pumping cock. The way they felt in his hand when he cupped them in the shower was intoxicating. And on one lucky occasion last summer he was blown away at how good it felt to have an eager mouth pull them away from his body and suck them like hard candies.

That was particularly interesting for Jack because of something he hadn't shared with the world or even his closer friends. It was something he was going to get plenty of tonight if things went well. Jack had a very pronounced ball busting kink.

Jack had been masturbating for about two years when he made his first big movie and started getting hounded by fans. At a promotional event he found himself mobbed by people begging for autographs and photos when, as boys that age will do when there are girls screaming their names and grabbing them wildly, Jack felt himself get hard. It wasn't unusual and not too obvious in his slacks but standing in the crowd he knew as soon as he could get away he would probably go jerk off in the nearest restroom. As the crowd moved there was a bit of a commotion when a fan tripped and caused a bit of a stampede in Jack's direction. Trying to catch a falling autograph seeker Jack felt her elbow before he saw it. Flailing as she went down the young woman's arm wrenched upward and slammed Jack's balls flat against his pelvis.

Instantly he saw stars and stifled a scream as his virgin balls lost their innocence and a few million little Jacks were wiped out. Not wanting paparazzi photos of a hard 13 year old holding his nuts on the cover of a magazine, Jack quickly hobbled away from the group and into the theater to the bathroom. 

He made for a stall at the end and after closing the door he gently undid his fly and lowered his pants and briefs to his knees. His balls were exploding with pain still, this being the first time he was ever victim of a busting and the hit being particularly hard and accurate. He winced as he touched his slightly larger left nut and feared his balls were badly damaged, not realizing the toughness of a pair of growing testicles.

But much more to his surprise and even amusement was his dick. He was as hard as he had ever been at this point in life. And for the first time he could remember he caught sight of a clear drop of fluid at his tip. He knew precum when he saw it but had never produced any of his own that he knew of.

As he stood exposed and in pain in the stall Jack figured he might as well take care of the matter as he earlier planned before facing the people again. As he wrapped a hand around his hard 4" nail he silently hoped his balls were ok and the jerking motion wouldnt hurt too much.

He was half right. The bouncing in his sack instantly made his eyes cross and his knees buckle so that he had to lean against the wall of the bathroom stall. But surprisingly his cock felt amazing and being a horny kid he wasn't going to stop feeling that good for a little nut pain. As he stroked his dick more quickly the pain began to dull and his stroking felt a little less intense. His brain, flooded with hormones and not any rational thought in the moment, made a quick decision and before he could stop himself Jack slapped his balls with his free hand. The sudden flash of pain in his newly busted nuts made him scream this time. As quickly as the scream passed his lips it turned into a deep animalistic moan. Jack forced his eyes open to look down and see his cock spraying thick, short ropes of boy cum onto the floor and even two onto the opposite wall almost four feet away. He couldn't believe he was shooting this much or this far nor could he believe how it felt. This orgasm was indescribable. His balls were throbbing, his head was swimming, his cum felt like hot lava bursting out of his little virgin cock.

That was a turning point for Jack and his budding sexuality. Soon after he began to play around with the idea of trying to recapture this feeling. Fear of pain gave way to curiosity which for a horny teenager it often would and for Jack that meant his nuts were in for some harsh treatment over the next few years. No other kind of orgasm would compare to what his innocent body had just experienced and he wanted more. At 13 years old Jack Dylan Grazer was a ball buster. 

Self Administered

The years since his first accidental busting had been mind opening for Jack. The ways a person could bust their own balls were seemingly endless and the internet had introduced all sorts of fun ways for the teen star to get his rocks off. And while busting himself was perfectly fine there was no doubt that having a helping hand was far more exciting and seemed to lead to much more satisfying orgasms when Jack would shuffle away for a little private time after a good shot to the spuds.

In the intervening years Jack had enjoyed only a handful of nut shots from others. Occasionally rough housing with friends had ended with a well placed knee that sent Jack to the floor clutching his throbbing balls and quickly rising erection. And on one glorious occasion Jack had teased an ex girlfriend until she had grabbed his bulge and gave it a good twist to get him to stop. But most of his busting had been at his own hands.

As Jack stood in front of the mirror admiring the body he had worked so hard to build he tried to ignore the throbbing in his dick and faint pain of the blue balls he had given himself this week. He wouldn't say it out loud but he really enjoyed what he saw. He was thin and a tad lanky but not terribly skinny. He had a flat stomach and the hint of pecs and biceps when he flexed. Other than a mop of dark hair and the ability to grow a mustache, which was currently shaved off, he didnt feel like he had physically aged much since that first elbow to the balls. Other than, of course, being taller and a little better built. Still his junk showed his age and he couldn't help but grin at his own reflection when he flexed his cock and watched it bounce in the open air. Now at 18 his cock was a sturdy 6", perfectly average, and his balls had grown considerably. The tiny targets that took that initial hit had grown into a nice pair of hen's eggs that hung wonderfully low in the smooth sack he had shaved as bare as his baby face.

Jack picked up his phone and opened the camera app. One of the men organizing the fight had asked for proof that Jack knew what was in store. Jack flexed one arm and with the other hand took a full length selfie in the mirror. "These boys can take anything" the email read.

In the last few years Jack's phone had been filled with similar shots of his body. He was proud of his progress both through working out and the growth that came from aging. He sat on his bed, scrolling through the roll and casually playing with himself with his free hand. The earliest pictures and videos were off a fresh faced 11 year old in his little white briefs grinning and flexing muscles that didnt exist yet. Scrolling ahead there was the 13 year old with whisps of hair under his arms and around the base of his perpetually hard little joystick. By 15 Jack could notice his arms filling out and his nuts hanging lower and lower.

His breath caught in his throat when he got to two of his favorite pictures he had taken and he gave a silent prayer of thanks that his cloud storage had never made it to the internet. Both were taken for an ex. The same ex that had once dug her fingers into Jack's balls much to their mutual unspoken satisfaction. That evening Jack had sent her both pictures as an "apology" but was in reality reveling in the arousal his first purposeful bust had caused.

The first was a picture taken over his shoulder. Standing nude in front of the mirror Jack was looking back and giving his dirtiest grin. His bare honey tanned ass flexing slightly (she had really liked his little bubble butt) but more to the point were his plump balls obscenely displayed hanging beneath and between his spread thighs. The second shot was in profile, and what he had learned was referred to as a "money shot". Jack stood with his head thrown back, one hand holding the base of his cock and the other desperately fighting to hold the phone steady as he had snapped a one in a million perfectly timed photo of a thick pearly streamer of cum arching into the air. "That one was all you, babe" he had said. 

That had went a long way towards ending the fight, and the next few times Jack came were at the hands of his soon to be ex. But he admitted to himself none of them were as good as the one he had shot in the mirror thinking about those fingers digging deep into the meat of his manhood and the brutal twist to his nut cords.

Sitting on his bed now Jack was massaging his full nuts and occasionally running a hand up the length of his shaft. He kept swiping through the pictures on his roll and between shots of his own body and nudes of various girlfriends and adoring fans his 18 year old libido refused to be ignored. There was simply no way Jack was going to make it another 8 hours with this hardon constantly bouncing around and not touch it.

His parents were out of town for the weekend and generally when that happened it meant 3 or 4 days of the young teen smoking pot, watching porn, and jerking off in every room and on every surface he could reach. Jack was a perv and didn't apologize for it but was courteous enough to wait until his parents were out of the drive way to strip nude and abandon his clothes until they returned. And of course to wipe his jizz off the floors, windows, and countertops.

With his parents gone the next two days Jack could enjoy himself freely again but not until after tonight. He needed to be primed and full and may need an empty house to recover for that matter. But even so there was no way to stand this tension. His self control was developing much slower than his body and he had to tap the pressure somehow.

Jack walked down to the kitchen, cock swinging in the air and the occasional tiny droplet of precum flying off, small enough not to notice so he ignored his teen essence splattering around his families home. He chuckled slightly at the idea of someone coming home to find he had just coated the whole place in splooge while he lay spent and empty on the coffee table. "Maybe next time, ha."

Jack went to the fridge and got out an ice pack he had prepared for his return. Holding it in his hand his cock gave a lurch. Just the idea of having to ice his bruised babymakers was enough to push Jack's body closer to the edge. "If I don't cum now I'm not going to last tonight at all." But it would be such a waste of what he was certain was already going to be a world class load of teen spunk. Normally Jack came three times a day and never had a dry load, so saving up the last four days suggested a flood was imminent. He put the ice pack directly on his balls and hissed at the cold. He felt his cock relax a bit as his mind wandered. Where would he get to shoot? Do they just beat it out of you onto the floor? Do you get to fuck a guy if you beat him? That was all the more exciting as Jack had only ever had his own fingers in his ass. A ballbusting and an ass fucking? Suddenly the ice wasnt helping and Jack had returned to full mast. "Frozen nuts and a woody. Great. Fuck it."

Jack tossed the ice pack back in the freezer and surveyed the room. He grinned slightly as the idea struck him and he moved towards the center island of the kitchen. "Just get it done and I wont lose any juice this way. No problem." Jack stood at crotch level with the counter top and opened one of the drawers. Lowering his balls into the drawer he closed it slightly and rest his throbbing cock across the black marble. Reaching into the other drawer he picked up the small metallic mallet, never taking his eyes off his own meat.

"You had a choice, Bond, now you must pay" he imitated in his gruffest voice, always the comedian. "No, please, dont tenderize my poor young cock!"

 With a quick downward swish the small hammer fell and a bed of spikes dug into the head of Jack's leaking dick. With a reflex action his hips jumped forward and the drawer slammed shut on the neck of his sack. "FUCK!" Again he slammed the mallet down striking the deeply tanned shaft just below the oozing purple head and again he jumped. "Ooohhhh goddamn!" half screaming half moaning, not the first or last time those sounds had echoed through this house. 

In quick succession he struck down with the mallet and tenderized his hard young meat on the counter top. He only wished someone could see the spectacle of a nude 18 year old in the family kitchen torturing his hard cock and full nuts in broad day light. "Wonder if they would put this in the next film" the thought made him laugh between groans as the spike dug into the head of his cock, small dents appearing and fading as the spongy flesh absorbed the punishment. Each blow brought Jack closer to orgasm and each time the drawer slammed on his cords the sensation was cut off. He had reached a wonderful middle ground and felt like he could spend a whole day beating his meat without having to beat his meat.

Soon he felt a heat and tingle he was extremely familiar with after these past few years and his tactics changed. He concentrated directly on his mushroom tip and struck with more force. With each blow the head flattened and the spikes threatened to draw blood. On every hit he forcefully slammed his hips forward, almost fucking the drawer into crushing his sack and the vessels that would unload his sperm if he allowed it. "I ever fuck someone this hard I'll break their fucking back" ok, he was a little high on himself.

The impending climax was fast approaching. A few more hits with the mallet and Jack dropped the tool onto the counter. Grabbing his lurching cock he spit down on his head and quickly started stroking. It took less than a dozen passes over the bruised head for the orgasm to hit at full force. Jack's eyes popped open and his hip slammed forward once again, this time firmly holding the drawer closed. For a moment every muscle clenched and he stood up on his toes. "FUUUUUCKKK" he screamed out loud as his cock and balls pulsed wildly, his ass and leg muscles flexing to keep him in position, his free hand gripping the far side of the small island.

As the initial high started to wane he broke out into a huge grin. More than once that grin had been called dirty, and usually it was, accompanying perverted thoughts and splashes of cum. His head lolled a bit and he relaxed enough to pull his hips back. His balls slipped from the drawer and his wilting cock gave one last surprise when it fell against his crushed nuts. He gasped a little but didnt lose that filthy smile.

After a beat his vision cleared and he surveyed the damage. Sure enough his shaft and head were a dark, angry red and his head was covered in small dimples. A dark line was present across his sack where the drawer had pinched it repeatedly and if anything his hefty balls were slightly bigger.

 "You fuckers are ready." Looking up at the counter his grin grew even wider. Not a drop had escaped his poor brutalized teen bits. The orgasm was one of his better ones and at peak he had nearly collapsed, saved only by the idea that he might rip his nuts off in the drawer if he had fallen. Not that that wasn't a fucking hot idea to have in itself. Aside from some tiny droplets of precum left from the first few smashes to his head the counter was bone dry.

Jack cupped his balls, ringing his sack with two fingers and pulled his young virile nuts outward slightly. "Still full. Perfect." Admiring his favorite posession he felt his dick twitch. "Not again, you had your fun". Jack retrieved the ice pack and a made for the living room. Sitting down to ice his balls and smoke a blunt or six he resolved to hold himself in check until tonight. One last time he picked up his phone and read the homepage of the site.

"Fucking Fights. Sex, cum, pain, no holds barred. Not for the faint of heart. Bring your best and bust the rest." Jack pulled the ice away and gave his left nut one hard flick. "Mmmm fuck yes."

This was going to be amazing, win or, hopefully, lose.

A Preview

Jack arrived at the warehouse about an hour after sunset. He knocked on the door, gave the promoted password given to fighters, and was ushered to the makeshift locker rooms. He could hear the distant crowd filing in and indistinct chatter from the two dozen or so other people in the locker room. Men and boys of all ages and builds milled about. Jack ignored most of them only taking time to focus on the boys he estimated to be in his age group. Those would be the guys he could be paired with. Somewhere in here may be the boy that would soon be trying to devastate Jack's manhood in front of a crowd thirsty for blood, or more likely for cum.

 None of the other teens really stood out to Jack. Each one was well built and rather handsome, no disappointments to be seen so far. He couldn't help but instantly start fantasizing about what each of them could do to him and what he would like to do in return once he had an audience. Before he could make it to his designated locker he was already hard again, this time making an obvious tent in his khakis. No one seems to notice or care, chances are it wasn't unusual for the younger guys to walk around boned.

Jack sat in front of his assigned locker and began to change. The attire for the fight was up to the participant with the understanding that they would almost certainly end up fully stripped by the end. Jack liked to show off and wanted to make his intentions obvious so he had chose a very simple, one size too small black speedo. He noticed no modesty in the other fighters so without hesitation he stripped and let his hard cock get a little air before stuffing his goods into the small garment.

"Nice pair" came a voice next to him. The words came from an older competitor. Jack figured him to be in his his mid 20s. Handsome, very well built, he wore a singlet with the straps down and Jack gulped slightly when he noticed a sizable bulge was at his eye level.

"Thanks. I hope they measure up."

"Sure looks like it. Guess you're in the new breeds? You got a good set of parts for the younger crowd. You done this before?"

"No. I've never done anything like this."

"Taken a shot before?"

"A couple on accident and one good squeeze."

"Oof" the older man winced with a smile, "you might regret this."

Jack grinned, "Maybe, but to tell the truth, it's kinda hot."

Jack's obvious erection hadn't escaped notice and the older guy chuckled. "No kidding. If you get off on this stuff you're going to have a Hell of a night. But, free advice, try to win."

"What?"

"Don't go out there and just play. If you came here wanting to get your eggs scrambled because it gets you off that's fine, but some of these guys are really competitive. If they think you're not serious they'll probably just grab a limb and work your joints until you give up. You want a real good thrashing you'll need to dish it out too."

"No problem." Jack had never had the chance to bust another guys balls but the fantasy was never far away from his young hormone flooded mind. He truly hoped to be on the receiving end of a good ball beating but he relished the idea of squeezing the life out of a pair of balls in front of the crowd while his opponent begged for mercy.

"Grazer?" Jack looked up to see a slight man with a clip board looking over the crowd. Jack waved him over and stored the bag with his clothes in the locker.

"Grazer? You're in action tonight?"

"That's right."

"Ok. What kind of fight are you wanting?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're fighting tonight but I need to know what kind of fight so I can pair you up."

"Oh, I didnt know there were different kinds of fights."

"There are mixed, standard, and juice fights. Mixed is inter-gender. One man and one woman fight to pin or submission and the winner get to use the loser any way they want for the crowd for 10 minutes. Standard is the same but the men fight men and women fight women. Juice are men versus men but only submissions and the winner gets to juice the loser's balls for the audience."

"Juice. Definitely." The older man Jack was talking to smiled and turned back to his locker. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

"Well, you re new and the juice fights are a little brutal."

"The standard fights sound kinda brutal too."

"Well, yeah, but forcing a person to submit is harder than getting a pin. Hubris makes for some pretty nasty injuries sometimes. You don't want to lose a nut your first time because you're stubborn." The man with the clip board grinned at the way Jack gulped when he considered possibly losing a testicle. Quickly Jack regained his confidence and his pervy grin took years off his face.

"Juice. For sure. Bring on the balls."

"Ok then. You'll be up in about 20 minutes. Good luck."

Jack turned back to his locker and secured the door. Nothing to do now but wait.

"You really are looking to get your spuds mashed, huh?" the older man next to Jack said with a smile in his voice.

"I might win. And either way I'm going to put on a good show. These boys are bubbling full and I'm not afraid to juice some berries myself."

"Good man. And by the way, in a juice fight all the guys know what's at stake so don't be afraid to go low right away. Sportsmanship goes out the window when pride and balls are on the line."

"My kind of fight."

The locker room door burst open and a older man rushed in with a roar. The room erupted in cheers as the obviously victorious competitor slapped hands and asses as he moved through the room. Jack joined in the celebration all the while admiring the man's body. He was maybe 30 and built like a tank. Dark full body tan, hard muscles, a stunningly fat set of loose balls and a fuck stick Jack was immediately envious of.

"Goddamn that was good" the man barked and flexed comically in the circle of onlookers.

"I still got a charge here. Who wants to pop it?" Several of the other fighters shouted in response when the older man pointed to a scrawny twenty something.

"What's your name?"

"Kevin, sir."

"Kevin get over here and get on your knees."

The young man was obviously new and much more nervous than Jack had been, but he immediately obeyed the order and knelt in front of the nude winning combatant.

"Kevin, you're going to get in some practice. You boys want to see Kevin work these balls?" The man shouted the question while wildly shaking his loose balls around by the neck of his dark scrotum. The response was unanimous and Jack noticed a sudden increase in the number of tented pants and exposed erections.

"Ok, boy, you take those spuds in each hand and work em good. You make me cum and that load is yours. You don't" the man knelt down to whisper "and I'll crush your balls into peanut butter right here."

Kevin grinned and licked his lips "Yes, sir."

Taking the heavy shaved sack in his hands Kevin played around to get a feel for the balls first. Just when the man thought he would chicken out Kevin dug his fingers deep into the meat of the older man's balls and yanked brutally downward.

"Ooffff fuck yeah, boy!" He was barely audible over the cheering of the crowd who were now firmly behind Kevin's efforts. The man arched his back a bit and ran his hands over his own hard body while Kevin attacked the core of his manhood.

"Get it, boy. Let me have it." Kevin's efforts redoubled as his stuck out his tongue and concentrated on finding the softest and most vulnerable spots of the meaty testicles to exploit. The man's cock had already been hard as steel from the victory he had for the paying crowd but was now turning darker shades of red and Jack noticed the telltale quiver of a coming orgasm.

"You're starting to shake, Rick. The kid's got ya" an unseen voice called from the crowd followed by more cheers and laughter. At least now Jack had a name to go with the genitals being tortured in front of him.

Jack was lost in the spectacle and didnt notice the sudden hush that came over the crowd. When it struck him he looked away from the damage and saw every man in the room was fixated on Kevin's hands or Rick's face. A cursory glance confirmed the 30 or so men in the room were all rock hard, either straining the fabric of their shorts and singlets or fully exposed and being silently stroked.

Jack nearly joined the impromptu circle jerk but held off. He was too close to give in now. But the entertainment was more than enough to satisfy his boyish curiosity for kinks.

Rick's head was thrown back and both hands had made their way to his chest. Jack could see Rick was tugging and twisting his own nipples to heighten his pain and pleasure. A true pain slut after Jack's heart it seemed. The dirty grin grew wider as the older man shuddered aloud.

"Oooohhh god. You are good, boy. Don't stop."

"I'm not" Kevin said almost automatically, his concentration unwavering until he found just the right spots.

Jack could see the boys hands digging deep into the meat of Rick's plump balls. The fingers were not just deep in the flesh but were constantly moving, trying to slip into the points of Rick's nuts that were softest and most easily broken. Jack could only imagine how much worse that had to hurt than a single deep squeeze. The bulging testicles were continuously forced to change shape around Kevin's thin fingers as Rick groaned in miserable pleasure.

Kevin's eyes flickered to Rick's face every so often to gauge how close he was to his target. A few times he lingered on the 8 solid inches of steel hard cock pointing over his head and fought off the instinct to bite into it. Kevin was a legitimate torturer of men and his own prominent erection said so without words.

Rick suddenly gasped and his head snapped forward. Kevin's left hand on Rick's right nut had found it's place. Kevin grinned slightly, reacting to the familiar sound but not looking up. He continued twisting his right hand into an identical position until he felt his middle finger hit a soft spot at the top of the testicle. Rick let out what Jack took for a whimper before settling himself into a defiant growl.

"Mmmmm fuck yes. Right there."

"You're going to cum, big man." Kevin flicked his eyes to Rick's face and caught his gaze. Rick's eyes were watering slightly and his jaw was clinched tight.

"No. I can take way more."

"I wasn't asking."

 Kevin kept his middle fingers digging deeply into the two soft spots at the top of Rick's testicles where the various vessels and ducts entered the heart of each nut. His other eight fingers formed a firm claw holding the nuts in place and his thumbs aligned exactly opposite his middle fingers. No matter how hard he squeezed or how desperately Rick might jerk away his balls were going nowhere until Kevin let them go.

Only when his fingers were in their final positions did Kevin actually raise his head to look Rick dead on. The room was deathly silent other than Rick's own heavy breathing and now constant moaning and grunting. Jack could almost hear his own heart beating, the sight nearly driving him to his own explosive release before the actual victim. This was fucking incredible to actually see in the flesh.

"Give me your cum." Kevin barely had to whisper for everyone to hear. Jack, and several other men in the room it turned out, were transfixed on Rick's groin and silently mouthed the word themselves over and over. Cum.

Rick screwed his eyes shut, shook his head, and steadied his trembling legs.

"Nnnnnnnoo! No! I'm not giving you anything, boy." He smirked through the pain and Kevin understood before it was said, "You're going to have to take it from me!" Rick screamed again and forced his legs to straighten. The muscles from his ass to his ankles straining against the force tearing at his scrotum trying to stretch it to the floor. His mind pushed away all instinct to protect his reproductive organs as he refused to give an inch to his tormentor. Kevin responded by lethally yanking downward with both arms and Rick's voice hit a new octave.

"Yeah! Give it up, you fuck. You put that fucking nut right here!" Kevin opened his mouth wide and pushed down and away on Rick's ballsack. Rick's cock aimed straight ahead, now a violent shade of dark red from tip to base, the head taught and shiny as a new penny.

Rick's fists shook at his side and his eyes again screwed shut. He gritted his teeth and arched his back. His cock jumped wildly as he felt the first hot surge up his shaft. Rick's cum volleyed across Kevin's face in two quick spurts before Kevin wrapped his lips around just the barest tip of Rick's head. Surge after surge of brutalized nut shot across Kevin's tongue and against the back of his throat.

"Goooooodddaaammmnnnn!" A hard and loud moan escaped Rick's mouth as he laced his fingers behind his head and began to laugh through the pain. His quickly emptying testicles were still being ruinously crushed in the college twink's hands. The pain was mind numbing and on any other night Rick would have either blacked out or been sick on the floor, but the adrenaline of his win and the rush of having milked another man dry only minutes before had spurned him on.

Kevin opened a little wider and took Rick's pulsating head between his lips. He bobbed slightly, making sure to scrape the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Just a little extra dose of danger to let Rick know this orgasm belonged to him. Rick shuddered at the stimulation with an exaggerated "Oohh" and trembled slightly.

Once he felt the shooting stop Kevin pulled back but didnt release Rick's nuts from the deathly grip.

"Any more in there?"

Rick's eyes were closed and despite the crippling pain still tearing at the deepest levels of his testes he smiled.

"I think you got it all."

Kevin pulled down slightly harder and twisted his wrists just a little.

"Hmm, I dont think so." With another hard yank Rick's cock angled down slightly and Kevin swallowed the meaty shaft to the hilt. His nose mashed into Rick's trim bush as he took the now spent and sensitive piece of meat all the way down.

Rick shouted and jumped a little, adding an extra surprise yank to his cords. The hideous nut pain was almost more bearable than the feeling of Kevin's throat forcefully trying to milk a load from the hyper sensitive skin of Rick's post orgasmic cock.

"Oohhh nononono pleeeeease!" Rick was nearly dancing as he desperately tried to free his screaming dick from Kevin's hungry mouth. What had been the height of lustful fixation in the room had turned to riotous laughter from the men watching the older fighter be dominated in such a way.

Kevin finally released the cock and balls of his victim simultaneously and grinned like a schoolboy. Before Rick could cradle his beaten manhood Kevin gave the still stretched out testicles a slap hard enough to be heard of the room full of laughing and jeering.

"Tasty. Next time they're full I want more if you'll have me."

"I'll have you now." Rick leaned in to kiss the young man who had treated him so brutally and headed for the showers. Kevin followed, removing his clothes.

"Holy shit that was hot." Jack was beside himself. If this was an omen of things to come he was never going to want to leave.

"I see that." The man next to Jack snickered a little. Jack had been so fixated he had forgotten his own erection. Looking down he saw his teen hardon had slipped out the leg of his tight speedo and had left itself and his singular right nut fully exposed. He quickly tucked himself away with a boyish chuckle.

"Grazer! You're up!" The man with the clip board was at the door again. Jack felt his stomach drop with nerves. He was ready and more than willing but only now did it feel real. He was about to experience his first real taste of busted balls.

The Fight

Jack walked into the arena space. Bleachers were sat against three walls, packed full, and several dozen people filled the standing space. He figured at least five hundred or so people had filled the room. Surely someone in the crowd would recognize him but he didn't care now. He was way too excited and didnt bother trying to hide the evidence tenting out his tiny black bathing suit.

A loud speaker announced the following was a juice fight to the delight of the crowd. He heard his name announced but couldn't hear any signs that anyone knew him to hear the name. He strained to hear the name of his opponent who entered from a locker room opposite his. "Eddie Hale" was the kids name. Jack could barely believe the boys name was one he was so closely associated with. He smiled his most charming smile as he walked to the center of the thin wrestling mats.

He surveyed the room under the lights and saw little in the way of distraction. Some simple blue mats and a piece of scaffolding were all that stood in the room not covered in roaring fans frantically placing bets. The only real surprise was the number of women in the audience, most of them clad in leather or nothing at all. He saw several obvious couples among the crowd, the women topless or in a few cases entirely nude and the men with them pawing at them or hands buried in their groins. How much of this excitement was from Rick's match previously? Maybe the sight of the two handsome young men in the ring was more arousing than he expected? He supposed he would never know but by the time he was finished he was now determined to cause more than a few nuts to be drained in this room.

Eddie Hale was an emo twink right off an album cover. He was taller than Jack by a head and probably a good twenty pounds heavier. He was shockingly pale and his bleach blonde hair hung in a fringe over his eyes. The eyes were a deep brown or else Jack may have taken the boy as albino. He wore only a pair of red and black boxing trunks with nothing underneath if the slight bulging was any indication. His body was smooth below the eyebrows and Jack took notice of his ribs showing when he breathed and the pale pink nipples on the flat chest. He wasn't as turned on as Jack yet, or if he was he had no dick to speak of. Jack giggled at the thought. Maybe he could stretch out this kid's cock and make it a little more impressive.

"Hi." Eddie whipped his hair out of his eyes, his voice was cordial and high.

"Hi." Jack noticed the boy was looking his body up and down.

"You done this before?"

"No. Have you?"

"A few times. You sure you want to do this?"

"Absolutely."

"Ok, movie star" Jack felt a knot in his stomach. The boy recognized him. After a second Jack realized this emo kid probably lived on horror movies so of course he had seen Jack's face at some point the last few years.

"I'm not going to go easy on you. Hope you aren't planning to film a sex scene any time soon."

"I'll be fine. I'm tougher than I look." Jack gave his widest, most exaggerated smile. He was always trying to be funny and disarming and to that credit Eddie smiled back with a genuine grin.

"Ok then, super star. Might as well show off for your fans now. You won't get another chance."

Jack smelled the trap instantly but feigned ignorance. He wanted to be on the bottom for most of the fight anyway. He turned his back to Eddie and flexed for the crowd. He struck a number of goofy poses to show off a set of muscles that most of the audience wouldn't have been able to see. He stood with his legs spread, knowing the bulge of his speedo had to be showing from behind and braced himself for a strike that never came. He posed and cheered back at the crowd another 10 seconds or so before turning back to his opponent. If he wasnt getting it from the back he figured maybe Eddie would meet him with a hard knee when he turned around. A lesson about turning your back on your adversary maybe. But the knee didnt come either.

Jack only glimpsed Eddie rush up to him. Eddie grabbed Jack's head with one hand and pulled him into a very unexpected kiss. The crowd whooped as Jack's outstretched hands flailed in a panic. This was the last thing he had expected and simply had no idea what to do with his hands.

Eddie swirled his tongue around Jack's mouth and moaned enough for the teen star to feel the vibration in his jaw. After the initial shock Jack found he couldn't deny Eddie was a good kisser. Damn good. Jack started to forget where he was or what he was even doing. His instincts took over as his eyes closed and he found himself returning the lustful moans. Slowly Jack started to close his arms around Eddie, content to give the crowd a show of the two half naked twinks making out under the florescent lights. Eddie grinned against Jack's lips. Jack had sensed the very obvious trap but not this one. Though Eddie now suspected Jack wasn't here for a real fight, he wasnt going to give up the chance to break some movie star spuds.

Jack was almost entirely unaware of where he was when he felt the slender fingers curl around the bulge of his speedo. His eyes shot open as he was violently yanked back to reality. Eddie began to slowly and forcefully build up pressure as he circled the neck of Jack's teen scrotum which, with the fabric of the tiny swimsuit, gave his testicles nowhere to run. With his thumb and forefinger forming a tight ring, Eddie had three other fingers to begin crushing inward on Jack's young nuts.

Jack's moans turned to gasps and a surprised scream, all muffled by Eddie's tongue still in his mouth as Eddie used the other hand to hold Jack's head in place.

Jack's hands were flailing once more as a new panic response set in. Once Eddie felt Jack's scream turn to a painful groan he pulled back from the kiss enough to whisper to his young victim. "On your toes, super star."

Eddie let go of Jack's head and took a step back. For a brief second he let the crowd see that his right hand was in firm control of the bulging black mass of Jack's speedo. Before Jack could react and try to pry the hand away Eddie gave his bulge a sharp twist and viciously yanked upward in a bicep curl motion. Jack instantly hissed at the new pain and stood on his toes to try in vain to ease the tension in his stretched cords. The teen star grabbed at his attacker's hands trying to pry them off only for Eddie to turn his wrist slightly and bend the taught sack backwards. The added pressure caused a stunned Jack to let go of his balls and dance on the tips of his toes in agony.

"Hands on your head, sexy.  We're gonna show off what you've got." Eddie's voice was a lusting whisper the crowd couldn't possibly have made out but it rang in Jack's ears. He had no choice but to obey for now.

Eddie pulled Jack around the ring to deafening cheers. Jack could walk flat footed for a couple steps before crying out and straining to stand on his toes and release some of the tension in his ball cords. Eddie mostly ignored him, screaming into the crowd asking what they wanted to see him do to his helpless victim or, more directly, to his softer parts.

Jack was in nauseating pain but would be flat out lying if he said he wasnt having the greatest night of his life so far. This was everything he hoped and more already. He just made out with a hot guy (kinda) and now that same kid was torturing his testicles in front of a roaring crowd of horny onlookers. Jack's mind drifted to violent fantasies of what the crowd may do to him if Eddie didn't satisfy their bloodlust with the ball busting he was planning to apply.

"Oh God. They may castrate me. What if they think my balls didnt take enough and they want to see one popped? Or what if they dont think I got milked well enough? They could hold me down and stomp my nuts until I'm empty. And would a bunch of horny pervs like this stop at that or would they want more? Oh God what if the whole crowd wants a piece? Two hundred people raping my ass one after the other, each one wanting to make me pop again? God please let me be right!"

Jack was blissfully unaware of the room as Eddie continued to parade the actor for the crowd. He still jumped and cried out at the right moments but his eyes glazed over, lost in thought.

Eddie turned to taunt the young star and sneered. He dropped Jack's bulge and took a breath. It took a few moments for Jack to snap back to reality but only a second for Eddie to launch his right foot in a full back arch to slam into Jack's groin with a hard wet splat.

Jack was knocked out of his senses momentarily. He simply stood with his hands behind his head and his half naked body open and vulnerable before the pain hit his brain and his testicles screamed just slightly quieter than his throat.

Immediately Jack cradled his cracked nuts. His eyes bugged and the ragged scream bellowed across the room. His knees locked and he began to sink to the floor when Eddie threw out his open hand and struck Jack across the throat. Instinctually Jack grabbed his throat and Eddie quickly took the advantage to throw a second thrusting kick at Jack's freshly bruised ballsack. Jack collapsed to the floor coughing, wheezing, and profusely crying.

Once on a dare from an online stranger Jack had dropped a heavy encyclopedia from over his head directly onto his 14 year old nuts. Until this instant that had been the hardest bust his boys ever endured. Now not only had Eddie busted him harder than he thought possible the devil twink had followed it up with a hellish repeat before Jack could even fully understand what had happened to his beautiful young balls.

As Jack lay recovering Eddie taunted the crowd more. This fight had barely started and he could probably end it. But he saw Jack for what he was and knew that despite the tears, and probably some desperate begging to follow, the sexy little bitch boy wanted more. Jack was going to leave here with empty broken balls and enough of Eddie's seed in his holes to keep the boy thinking about him for years to come.

"That dirty little fuck will be tasting me for months."

Eddie straddled over Jack's limp body, flexing for the applause and the sudden increase in cheers when he shook his own bulge with one hand showing off the hard pole tenting his trunks. Eddie couldn't deny Jack was attractive as fuck, more so in person, but he had kept his arousal in check until he saw that beautiful face twist in true agony when he crushed the boy's young spuds into his pelvis. He had grown tired of the acting from the earlier round and shifted into true testicle torturer mode. If his cock was any indication he enjoyed giving as much as Jack enjoyed taking.

He eventually turned his attention back down to Jack. He was going to fuck a movie star in front of his adoring fans and mark the boy for life as the pain slut he was always meant to be. But not yet.

Jack had never taken a busting so bad, but he had taken a lot of busting in the last five years. Far more than anyone would expect. Some form of trauma had been visited upon Jack's growing balls almost daily since that incident outside the theater. The pain was mind numbing but the erection that came with it was as full of brutal young lust as any boy could muster. When Eddie looked down expecting to see a boy on the edge of testicle, and soon sexual, domination he found the dirtiest grin Jack could form and a pair of hands snaking up the leg holes of his trunks.

The surprise of his opponent showing life threw off the reflexes of the more experienced fighter and he was just barely too late to stop the assault. Still posing for the crowd Eddie felt the soft fingers of each hand firmly grasp an individual nut. Eddie gasped a moment before Jack bore down with all the power he could force from his fingers and pulled fiercely.

The crowd roared again when Eddie screamed and doubled over.

Jack pulled his upper body off the floor, supported only by the cords and sinew keeping Eddie's quickly flattening nuts attached to his groin. Their faces met and Jack continued to pull down on the stretching scrotum until his mouth met Eddie's. 

This kiss was much shorter than the one that opened their fight.

"I'm not done yet, handsome" Jack growled under his breath and leaned away from Eddie's agony wracked face. The veteran fighter was in awful pain but refused to fall. Jack continued to squeeze and stretch Eddie's teenage nards, causing him to moan and huff. He was rather impressed that the handsome emo boy didnt collapse under the pain or weight of the bulk of Jack's body hanging mid air held only by his tortured genitals.

Eddie groped frantically at the waist band of his trunks trying to get to Jack's hands. The way he was bent over made it far more difficult than it needed to be but the pain of the teen star stretching his balls left him unable to straighten his stance and reach into his trunks without voluntarily lifting the boy even higher. Eddie was an impressive fighter but dead lifting other boys with only his nuts wasn't in his wheelhouse.

Jack was ecstatic. His balls were throbbing, his heart racing, his mouth watering. From this angle neither the crowd nor Eddie could see he was hard as steel in his tiny speedo, which was itself stretched almost as far from his body as Eddie's balls currently were from his own.

This was the first time Jack had ever held another man's nuts skin to skin. He allowed himself only a few moments to take in the feeling. They were firm but squished rather easily. Eddie had shaved his sack bare just as Jack had done and his balls hung fairly low in the heat of the trunks and ring lights. They felt bigger than Jack's but not by much and Jack's had probably swollen to twice their normal size after those brutal kicks.

Jack imitated what he had seen in the locker room and continuously moved his fingers around, not looking for vulnerable spots really but more to feel the texture of Eddie's testes and to inflict as much damage as he could while he had the chance. He could feel the various structures of Eddie's reproductive organs, bumps and flaps beneath the flesh of the scrotum that channeled fluid to and from the dense virile nut. Jack changed up his handling a little bit, determined to experiment with this set of testicles in ways that the pain prevented him from trying at home.

Jack shifted Eddie's right nut in his hand to better dig his fingertips directly into the meat of the healthy ball. The right nut felt a little larger in Jack's hand and was definitely taking the worst of his machinations. Jack shifted his weight from one hand to another, adding sudden and intense pressure to which ever half of Eddie's manhood was left to hold the teenager's upper body suspended from the mat. Any slack given was quickly replaced by hard twists and yanks in other directions. Jack knew better than to give Eddie any breaks while he was in such firm control.

For his part Eddie was showing amazing stamina to the crowd. Despite the pain exploding in his groin he still kept his feet. Unfortunately the way he was twisted over he couldn't find a way to rescue his screaming testicles. Every time he could almost get his fingers into his trunks Jack would find some new point on Eddie's balls that had escaped trauma and would jam a finger into the spot or try to rip the whole testicle out by it's stretching roots.

The room was getting brighter and his vision blurred. Eddie was familiar with the beginnings of losing consciousness but couldn't let this novice get a knock out so easily. Clearly he had been too cocky and now it was costing him millions of sperm and two nuclear explosions of hot pain in his crotch. Eddie was streaming tears as his screams and growling pleas for mercy grew in pitch. The begging for Jack to not rip out his manhood fell on deaf ears since Eddie hadn't admitted defeat. No mercy would be given until Eddie formally called out his submission so Jack was allowed to go right on stretching Eddie's cords and threatening to tear the teen's scrotum from his body if necessary.

The pain sluts they both were kept the boys rock solid and intense. Jack was so turned on by the feel of Eddie's testicles bulging between his crushing fingers no cries or threats were going to make him stop his assault. He wanted to break this gorgeous emo boy's balls in his bare hands. He wanted to feel them collapse in his palm and have Eddie's heaving smooth sweaty body collapse on top of him. He was going to destroy this perfect twink's boyhood and then fuck him like a cheap whore and the whole world could watch. He had never felt so powerful in his life. So dominant. Every inch of this kid belonged to him and was his to use for pain or pleasure.

But, he had to admit, he wanted more from Eddie. He was going to breed Eddie's tight holes, for sure. But he wanted to see how brutal Eddie's revenge could be for the way his nuts were being taken from him.

Jack let his body fall back but kept his grip on the balls. Before Eddie could take advantage of the loosening on his testicle roots Jack pulled up again. A scream and violent wobble of his knees later Eddie found himself in the same position. But Jack had taken a second to scoot his body further between Eddie's legs and now found his face level with the tent of Eddie's trunks. Jack hadn't stopped grinning since he first felt the fleshy orbs in his fingers but now he bit his lower lip and looked into Eddie's crying, pleading eyes. Eddie was in no state to interpret the glance but felt the rush of cold air that followed. Jack bit into the fabric above Eddie's penis and yanked away. For a brief second Eddie thought he was going to be sick. Surely that ripping sound wasn't what he feared.

Luckily for him it wasn't but his mind only registered the confusion for a moment before Jack dropped again and again just as quickly used Eddie's tortured marbles to perform a sit-up.

The crowd noise cranked up and Eddie felt something he truly wasn't expecting. His eyes screwed shut and he groaned out loud,

"Awwwwwooooooo Nnnnoooooooo!"

The warm wet feeling was familiar from several victories and private moments with more fans and random hookups than Eddie could count. Trying to reach into his trunks was now moot as Jack had torn the garment away and exposed his manhood to the crowd. Eddie was free to pry at Jack's fingers to try and free his testicles but he was now going to lose strength very quickly if he didnt do something. The brutal way the beautiful teen film star had tortured his nuts had left Eddie on edge of busting his load in his boxers already. Knowing the consequences that would follow (having freshly spent balls left in the hands of a boy trying to castrate him) was enough to make Eddie consider giving up before he blew. Continuing a match after an orgasm never worked out for the unfortunate man to have shot his load. The sudden increase in sensitivity was enough to fell almost anyone, Eddie included, as he has found out early in his career.

But he could hold on. Jack may have made him shoot but he had time. Until, that is, the little dirty pervert ripped off his trunks and started to suck his dick!

Jack felt his cock lurch the moment Eddie's penis touched his tongue. He never considered this would be the way he would first taste a cock but it was just so perfectly hard and right there for the taking. He had a gorgeous half nude teenager standing over him, the boys fat churning testes were being crushed in his own bare hands, and he was himself hard enough to drive nails with his dick. The site of Eddie's erection jumping in his trunks with every twist or crushing probe of his fingers was too tempting. He wasn't going to wait for a winner to be decided, plus this would end things faster. So he took the chance.

Eddie's screams had turned to full throated moans. Jack was still hanging from his balls but the feeling of the beautiful young man's lips and tongue exploring his cock was forcing pleasure into his pain. Eddie didn't know Jack's experience but if he was new to this too then he was a natural ball buster and cock sucker. 

Jack bobbed his head on the teen pole as he alternated squeezes on each of the swelling eggs in Eddie's sack. He tasted so good Jack moaned in his own pleasure, not considering the vibration sent a chill up Eddie's spine and rewarded Jack with a throb of the organ and a fresh splash of precum.

"Fuuuuuck stoooopppp pleasssssseeee" Eddie was very quickly heading for defeat. He knew begging wouldnt stop Jack now but he felt too weak to move.

Jack took a breath, tried to relax his throat, and yanked on Eddie's nuts one good time. He felt the purple head push into his throat. Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs and lost his footing. Eddie fell in a heap above Jack's head. The way he fell Eddie's balls were forced from Jack's hands and his cock violently stabbed the back of the boys throat.

Both were left curled up on the ground. Eddie quickly but gingerly scooped up his violated testicles and tried to catch his breath. The pleasure of the blow job was replaced by the pain on the final brutal yank which had served only to force his orgasm to stop and leave him on a razor's edge. His eyes were tightly shut or he may have seen his 7" of thick teen meat throbbing and waving to the crowd when he rolled onto his back. Eddie lay spread eagle on his back, trying to keep any part of his body from touching his genitals. He couldn't cum now because surely Jack wouldn't be down long but this was maybe the break he needed. The shredded remains of Eddie's trunks hung off one ankle but his exposure wasn't on his radar.

Jack was choking and trying to get his air back. Eddie's cock had done a number on his throat but one of his sharp hips had also caught Jack in the nose. His eyes, nose, and throat were all a scrambled mess of pain. His face felt like his sinuses had exploded.

Eddie regained focus before Jack this time. Despite the awful state of his balls his head was still clear. He checked his boys before trying to move towards Jack. His nuts were considerably swollen and his scrotum had legitimately stretched further than he had ever seen it, but the pain that exploded from touching his nut told him his cords were probably still intact.

Arousal and determination drove Eddie to move to attack. He wasn't in any shape to stand yet but Jack was still down on his side and facing away. If Eddie had been a moment slower or Jack a moment faster Jack may have caught him, but just as Jack started to turn to his back Eddie's body crashed on top and pinned Jack face down on the mat. Eddie was thin but heavier than Jack and managed to hold the boy down with the bulk of his body over the middle of Jack's back. Eddie turned himself in a 69 to Jack and pulled his bony knees between Jack's shoulders. Once he was sure he had Jack immobilized he considered options.

Eddie's voice was ragged and would normally take time to taunt the crowd when he had any measure of control but this was more personal. Jack had accidentally edged him almost perfectly and Eddie found himself wanting to play with Jack far more than the match would allow for. He was a little bit smitten with the stars looks and vicious nature. If the treatment had been accidental then Jack had real potential, if it was intentional then Jack was fucking perfect. Either way Eddie decided he wanted him and he would have him. After the match ended and he fucked Jack's cute little ass of course.

Jack struggled to get out of the pin. He couldnt see where Eddie was or what he was doing but he heard the raspy whisper and it sent shivers up his spine.

"You almost ripped my balls off. Now I'm going to fucking crush your grapes into jelly. Say goodbye, super star."

Jack felt Eddie hook his little speedo and yank it down his trapped legs.

"Hmm, nice"

"Wha-" A hard slap across Jack's tan bubble butt elicited a hard yelp. As did the next several dozen firm spanks.

Jack's ass was raw and red when Eddie raised one fist in domination and the crowd roared approval.

Eddie's voice regained a little of it's base along with his confidence.

"Who wants to see him fucked?!"

The crowd shouted their approval as Jack struggled to get out from under his attacker. The spanking and rubbing against the mat wasnt helping his erection  to subside and being taken by his emo paramour was sounding better and better. But the fight wasnt over. Eddie had his knees buried between Jack's shoulder blades but, on purpose or not Jack couldn't tell, he was stretched out just enough that Jack could feel Eddie's cock dripping on his back.

Jack felt filthy in this position and loved it. Just a horny boy stripped and spanked while his top was marking him with precum and controlling him.

Jack kept trying to push his body up enough to turn over but every time he moved Eddie would drive a hard knee into his back and Jack fell again.

"You look tasty."

Jack still couldn't see but had an idea what Eddie was getting at.

As much as Jack's favorite thing on earth was a nice pair of balls Eddie was a butt man at heart. He had three matches that had ended with him busting and breeding his opponent's holes. In his personal life the number was much higher but having an audience for it was special. The intimacy of setting his victim on their knees, wrapping his arms around their lithe bodies, stroking their cocks and kneading their busted balls while he buried his dick to the root was the stuff of dreams for Eddie.

That was always the plan for tonight. When he heard the name of his opponent he scoffed until realizing it wasnt a bad pseudonym. He was actually fighting the beautiful actor he had been admiring for the last five years. Standing face to face with him Eddie had maintained control just barely. He was almost screaming inside and the idea that he might actually fuck the star had caused his dick to jump to attention faster than he would admit. He had Jack ham for the crowd just to get a better look at him and had choked on his own tongue when he saw the little speedo stretched to the breaking point over the boys tight round buttocks. Now having him pinned and stripped he had indulged in a proper corporal punishment of his tan cheeks. Eddie long ago lost count of the swats, transfixed on the bounce in Jack's butt and the way his honey kissed skin turned a hot, angry red under his hand. Clearly no amount of simple butt spankings would make Jack concede the match, but for now Eddie was content to have his way with the boy and indulge his dominant side.

Eddie reached far enough to run his fingers across the soles of Jack's feet and up his legs. Jack stifled a yelp, he very much did not need Eddie to find out he was ticklish while in this position. Eddie rubbed his way up Jack's thighs and kneaded the soft mounds of his perfect twink ass. Jack still struggled but a little bit less. He didn't feel his more vulnerable bits were in immediate danger and the strong fingers massaging his legs and butt muscles felt far better than the sting of the spanking. He buried his head in his chest to hide the contented smile he felt creeping over his face and made a less than solid effort to push himself over again. Eddie didnt bother dropping his knee again but instead firmly grasped a cheek in each hand and spread Jack's virgin hole for the room to see.

Jack lifted his head from the mat.

"Are yo-" The first pass of Eddie's tongue was something Jack would never forget. He had rimmed a couple girlfriends before but never entertained the idea of being on the receiving end. He arrived tonight assuming any treatment his holes might receive would be violent and swift. This was neither and his mind wasnt ready for the shock.

The sudden burst of laughter from the crowd behind him told Eddie all he needed to know. Jack was cute but inexperienced by Eddie's estimation. If anything had ever penetrated his little pink pucker it wasnt much. The way Jack's body had gone rigid told him this was a newer sensation but the laughter confirmed just how new. Without looking he could tell what the scene was. It was something he had seen many times.

Jack's eyes went cross and bugged out like a cartoon. His mouth fell open and trembled. For a few moments his body was completely out of control and reacted entirely on impulse. To see his face would make anyone certain they were being put on. It was way more exaggerated and animate than would seem necessary, but to be fair this was the first time Jack had ever been licked in such an intimate way. Being pinned under a beautiful twink, who before rimming his hole was moments ago viciously spanking his cheeks and threatening to mangle his boy bits, had done quite the job of keeping Jack on the edge of climax. The soft wet tongue rimming his asshole had caused every muscle and nerve in Jack's teenage body to seize up at once and then almost immediately collapse into jelly.

The audience had just enough time to burst out laughing at the expression of shock mixed with sudden pleasure dance across his face before Jack went almost entirely limp. Limp save for his six inches of twink cock that was now so hard one good thrust and Jack was sure he could break the floor beneath him. Jack didnt even bother suppressing the moans and whimpers that escaped him. The jig was up the moment he went board stiff and then melted. He knew the worst was yet to come, and while part of him know he would enjoy that just as much he saw no reason not to enjoy this. "After all, holy shit."

Eddie grinned at the sound of the laughter and wider when he felt the tension leave Jack's body. He kept kneading his fingers into the soft mounds of the boys ass while his gently lapped and prodded at Jack's tight probably virgin hole.

"You like that, baby? Little bottom bitch super star likes giving up his holes? You going to give me this hole to fuck while I ruin your fucking balls?"

Jack groaned and fought to move. The sensation was too intense to overpower but he wanted the fight to go on. He wasnt going to give up while his nuts were safe, it was a point of pride that he only submit if he was in true danger. And he wanted the chance to turn things around and get another shot at Eddie's fat danglers.

"Never. You trying to beat me or date me? Keep eating that ass and maybe I'll only crush one of your nuts when I win."

"That's the spirit! Now let's really play, super star."

Eddie whooped for the crowd and gave an exaggerated kiss to each of Jack's reddened cheeks.

"Now spread em!"

Eddie slapped Jack's thighs and knocked the boy into a half split position still face down. Jack and the audience knew exactly what was to come next and both braced for it in eager anticipation.

Jack's junk was firmly wedged under his body until Eddie, with both hands, reached under him and unceremoniously pulled Jack's cock and balls to stick out below his raw red butt.

"What's it going to be first? Hmm. Left? Right? Middle? The eggs or the sausage?" Eddie was hamming up his playful style to wild applause while Jack could only grit his teeth and wonder which bit of his boyhood was about to be tortured for the room of vicious perverts ogling him.

Eddie playfully poked at Jack's junk. The boy had nice balls and a yummy looking cock considering the way it was bent and half hidden. Jack squirmed with every touch. This wasnt the first time another man had touched his genitals but it was certainly the first time it had a sense of danger behind it. Jack wasnt expecting a firm hand job or even an awkward experimental pawing like his last years of middle school. Each time Eddie grazed one of his testes Jack sucked in a breath and with every light circling of his purple throbbing head he let out a shudder. Eddie was toying with him and truly neither of them wanted it to end. But, all good things...

Eddie leaned in and ran his tongue over Jack's glans. He could feel the boy shudder under him and imagined a groan escape his lips, drowned out by the screaming crowd. He was right. Jack couldn't hold the sound as his eyes fluttered. Eddie was a merciless tease. Watching him work over a victim was mesmerizing but being the victim was otherworldly.

Jack tried again to lift or turn his body only to be stopped by a sudden pressure on his right nut. Eddie lay grinning at the crowd as his thumb firmly held one of Jack's full, virile balls to the floor. He pressed harder and harder until the moans could be heard over the crowd.

"Nononono fuuuuuuck!" Jack screamed from under Eddie as his nut was flattened into the hard mat. Eddie immediately stopped the pressure and switched to Jack's left nut and repeated his assault. Again he hammed for the crowd as the pressure built, this time taking slightly more force before Jack screamed for mercy again.

"You liked working out on my sack didn't you? Doing pullups on my balls? Maybe I should get a little workout in."

Eddie put his wrists together and placed the butt of his palms over Jack's swelling gnards, trapping them between his hands and the floor. 

"Someone spot me!" Eddie yelled out as his pushed down, flattening the teenage testicles under his body weight. Jack screamed out as the crowd counted the awkward but effective pushups. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. For what felt like hours the lanky emo boy squashed Jack's balls flat under his hands while the crowd counted and Jack screamed and sobbed beneath him. Eddie would have felt a little guilty if not for the clear puddle of precum forming under Jack's dark red cock. They were both loving this for very different reasons. Eddie was truly surprised to feel his arms getting tired before Jack lost his resolve. His nuts were visibly swollen and he was on a razor's edge to orgasm but he only screamed and begged but wouldn't call for surrender.

Eddie shifted around to trap both balls under his left hand. He again pushed down, lifting himself up and steadied his weight on both of Jack's throbbing balls. Jack cried out and the crowd behind Eddie cheered to see Jack's beautiful face running with tears and a look of agony mixed with fear. It was a gorgeous site that Eddie prayed someone was filming so he could see it himself.

Eddie put the thumb of his free hand in his mouth and with one quick, unceremonious motion jammed it to the base into Jack's little virgin hole.

Eddie was quite familiar with male anatomy and before Jack could even cry out to the sudden invasion he found the boys prostate and began firmly rubbing circles over it.

Jack screamed out so loud his voice cracked like a preteen. He was seconds away from blowing his load and the sudden rush of adrenaline was enough to buck his body one hard time. Eddie, already trying to balance on two balls with one hand, lost his balance and tumbled sideways. Jack found himself on his side facing Eddie. Striking out purely in self defense Jack drove his knee into Eddie's stomach and hammered his fist into Eddie's crotch, catching his stretched balls several times as well as connecting several firm blows to his turgid dick. The first shot has knocked the wind out of Eddie but the wild and rapid attack on his manhood had nearly caused him to black out when he found he couldn't take a breath.

"Ooohhhhh you broke my fucking balls!" Jack sobbed and moaned as he gingerly cupped his swelling balls. Never in his life did he believe his testicles could be in this much pain and remain intact. He was sure they must be broken but very carefully feeling each one he found nothing unusual other than the swelling. God his nuts were magnificent and he knew it. He kept one hand cradling his scrotum as he crawled towards the wheezing and convulsing Eddie.

The blows to his already bruised testes had Eddie seeing double as he struggled to suck in air. He cupped his goods and wheezed heavily as Jack slowly pulled himself over towards him. Out of instinct Eddie threw a half hearted kick that only barely grazed Jack’s balls with his toes, but after the crushing they had taken it was enough to cause Jack to collapse on the mat and nurse his jewels in agony. Both of the horny, broken teenagers were nearly spent. Their egos flaring as large and vibrant as the swollen blood red hard-ons they sported above their brusing hairless scrotums. 

In time each boy made it to his hands and knees and turned towards one another. They sat back in a hunched position and couldn’t help but smile, taking in the sight. Two steel hard flag poles waved in the air above four spectacularly tough testicles that had already endured more than either of them was expecting. No words were spoken but each knew what the other was thinking. They could each feel their balls churning, ready to release the moment they had the chance. The hellish pain atop the raging hormonal teenage arousal was intoxicating. Each wanted more.

They lunged at one another, determined to end the fight now with what strength they had left and with what resolve their testicles had to hold onto.

The two boys grappled for position, each trying to get a hand around the others shaft or connect a fist with a swinging teste. With each taking care to protect their manhood at all costs they took to more amateurish fighting. Punches to the kidney, punches to the nose, hard shots to the ribs. Neither would buckle. Jack finally got lucky when Eddie took a wild swing for Jack’s face and threw himself off balance. Jack pushed him face down and mounted him from the back.

Jack felt his cock rub between Eddie’s ass cheeks and had to bite his tongue to stop himself from blowing an instant load. He had never been that close to the edge without any kind of buildup. Nothing had made contact with his cock in almost 3 minutes but that single rub across that tight boy bubble butt had almost popped his cork. 

Jack held Eddie down with his weight alone and shifted his lower body to put his right knee firmly into Eddie’s crotch.

“Give up now and I won’t break your marbles.”

“Fuck no. You don’t have the balls.”

Jack lifted his knee as high as he could from this position and slammed it into the V of Eddie’s lower body. The wet splat was audible over the crowd but quickly drowned out by Eddie’s scream.

“Give up before I break your boy bits, baby.” Jack was whispering in Eddie’s ear and much to his shock lightly sucked the boy’s earlobe. The nuclear pain in Eddie’s balls thrumed beneath the sudden lurch of his cock. Jack was playing a very evil game now.

“Never. My balls can take anything you can give them, superstar.” Eddie’s face was stained with fresh tears and beat red but he wanted more. The beautiful naked teen body pressed firmly into his was a dream alongside the living nightmare of that same body destroying his testicles.

Jack reached down with one hand and, much as Eddie had done minutes before, pulled the young mans throbbing erection down below his ass to lay flat and thick on the mat between his angry red nards.

Again Jack raised himself up, almost doing a headstand on Eddie’s back, before violently crashing down and smashing his boney kneecap flush into the dead center of Eddie’s pulsating shaft.

Eddie nearly foamed at the mouth as he screamed in pain. So many amateure boys had come and gone in the arena that only ever saw the balls as a true target. The idea of delivering a brutal punishment to the opponents penis never crossed their minds. Whether this blow was accidental or deadly accurate didn’t make any difference. Jack had delivered the strike perfectly and Eddie was sobbing like a baby as an as of yet unseen bruise began to darken on his seven inches of fuck meat.

“Give up and I won’t snap your fucking cock in half. I want it healthy when I drain it dry in front of everyone.” Jack was still whispering. The visual carnage was for the crowd but this was between them. Jack firmly sucked at Eddie’s neck and slid his hands beneath the boy’s torso. He felt more than heard the groan from Eddie, but Jack was familiar enough with his own body and it’s needs to know the difference between a groan of groin trauma or of pure animal arousal. Eddie wanted Jack so badly in that moment and the feeling was visibly, achingly mutual.

“Do it. Fucking break me. Take my fucking cock and balls if you can. I want it. I want more. Everything you’ve got.”

Jack licked the boy’s neck and flung his body into the air once more. Tucking his knee he pivoted down and brought his weight into the trapped, waiting gonads. Both boys later wished there had been a camera focused on Eddie’s testicles to see just how flat that had been at the moment of impact. Jack swore he felt the concret floor beneath the mat nearly crack his knee cap.

Before Eddie could even scream Jack was already up and coming in for a torturous landing. Again, and again. Five consecutive well placed blows. Teenage testicles and a young man’s cock are simply not designed to take this kind of abuse but Eddie endured all he could. Twice more Jack had nearly broken Eddie’s cock in two, as it continued to stream an almost constant flow of precum into a clear puddle. Twice more the base of Eddie’s shaft had been crushed but was an after thought to his two baby makers being flattened to truly dangerous widths. But a slight nudged to the side had decided the fight.

On his fifth rise Jack had twisted ever so slightly and came down to land directly and only on Eddie’s normaly larger, though now much larger and swollen, left testicle.

“Ok....ok....no more....God please....”

“Tell them. I want to hear you say it, baby.”

“I give!”

The crowd erupted as Jack turned the crying boys head towards him and stuck his tongue into his mouth. Eddie moaned into Jacks mouth until the kiss was broken and then curled into a fetal position to tend to his traumatized genitals.

Jack stood and flexed for the crowd. His slight definition less on display than his red and swollen balls and his throbbing boner. He gave his biggest shit eating grin as he flexed and bounced his cock over his prone opponent, dribbles of his own precum flinging through the air. Both of them had been leaking continuously for the last half of the fight. While Eddie may have been wondering if his balls would ever recover Jack was laughing at the adulation and the thought that he may never get rid of this erection. The thought struck him that even though he had won maybe more than one pair of fully primed teenage balls should be drained on the arena floor.