September 29, 2020

School Fighting Day

***Fairly hardcore!***

School Fighting Day, By Agua

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In our school, boys and girls were taught in separated classes. One day, we were in the age of 17 or 18, the boys provoked the girls, "You got a nice pussy. I would like to screw you!"

The girls discussed a little while and explained, "You can take one of our girls if you guys are able to defeat us in a fight. If we win, we are allowed to screw one of you." The boys didn't really understand what this meant, but agreed.

The next day ten couples, consisting of one boy and one girl, stood ready to fight. All the girls wore a dark blue bikini (top and slip) and nothing else. The boys all had black Lycra bicycling tights on, neither a slip under it nor a T-shirt. Three boys were afraid of unfair fighting techniques and additionally wore a protective cup, a simple hard plastic cup that they had put into their tights. Honestly speaking, all the girls and boys looked young, slim and somehow hot.

1. The first couple of one girl and one boy started the fight. She could clearly see the position of his balls from the bulge of his Lycra tights. As he was somewhat stronger than she was, he simply threw her down. She laid now on her back, the boy sitting on her stomach. Her hand went between his widely straddled legs and grabbed his boyhood. The boy moaned as she squeezed his balls and he quickly surrendered. As a sign of victory, she took his pants, which she wore now over her bikini slip.

2. Now all the boys knew what tactic the girls planned to apply. Therefore, the next boy didn't want to play long games with her but finish the fight quickly. He thought to fight as unfair as the girls did. After the fight started, he immediately kicked her in the groin. She groaned with pain, her hands cupped her aching pussy. She had lost the fight and the boy took her bikini slip to wear over his Lycra tights. The boys were yelling and applauding as he took her slip.

3. The next boy had a cup. After the glorious victory of his mate, he felt invincible with his groin protector. The girl could clearly recognize he was wearing a cup from the large and homogenous bulge in his pants. She knew she had to act quickly. She approached him very quickly and, before the boy could even react, her hand went down into his shorts under the cup. It took her just a second to find and grab one ball. As she squeezed it, the boy had a stupid expression in his face but couldn't say or do anything. The other girls shouted, “CRUSH!” By this victory, the girls had captured another boy's pants and - even more important - a cup! For the girls, the captured cup was the proof that they could easily win, even against protected boys.

4. The cup was handed over to the next girl who put it into her bikini slip. (Against a direct kick or blow, a cup offers good protection for a girl, too!) The boy, who didn't wear a protector, didn't care about the clearly visible bulge in her slip and ran against her to throw her down. She fell onto her back, the boy on top of her. When they hit the ground, the boy's balls made hard contact with her cup. He groaned. The girl quickly put her legs around his hips and started to tear him back and forth over her cup so that his balls were well crushed. Not only the weight of his own body but also the tractive power of the girl's legs pressed upon his balls that were trapped between his body and her cup. After 10 or 20 seconds, the boy slipped into unconsciousness. Some of the girls got wet at this sight. What excited them most was that boys could be broken with their own protective armament. After the girl took his bicycling tights, the naked and unconscious boy was tugged off the wrestling area by his comrades.

5. Now both fought without protection. Somehow they got into a 69-position, i.e. the face of either was in the crotch of the other. From the smell of her pussy, the boy got a stiff dick. His hard cock was directly in front of her nose, so she simply bit into it. The boy was roaring with pain and surrendered. Another boy was naked, while a girl wore his pants.

6. The next boy had a cup. The girl didn't wear one, but she had already an idea how to crack a protected guy. She approached him quickly and tried to pull down his pants. She succeeded only partly as his Lycra shorts were too tight. But at least his cup was a bit out of position. She held him at his hips and rammed her knee twice or thrice into his crotch. Every time his cup jumped against his groin and made a hollow sound, “Plop! Plop!” But even though his cup was not fixed properly and the hits were very unpleasant, her attacks were not as painful and effective as she thought them to be. The boy just pretended to have a lot of pain and let himself fall on his back. As he laid there, his balls cupped with his hands, the girl positioned herself standing, grinning with widely spread legs, over him. Suddenly, the boy's foot kicked her full force between her legs!

The girl moaned; her hands tried to cover her aching slit; she went down on her knees. The boy jumped up, making a victory pose. He rearranged his cup and pants and was already about to take her slip. But the fight wasn't over yet! Though in agony, the girl was willing to crack this guy and win this fight. She defended and both were fighting on the ground now. They were in a 66-position (the classic love position) with him on her so that she couldn't attack his boyhood. Her arm was free to grab his back and to go from behind into his sweatpants, but too short to reach for his balls. But at least she could grab an edge of his cup! With three or four sudden and powerful jerks, she pulled his cup out of his pants. At every jerk the boy groaned with pain. Now his most sensitive part was unprotected! The girl threw the cup to the other girls who yelled and applauded. The boy was so surprised by her action that she could partly break free from his hold. But when she tried to stand up, he could clasp her from behind and pull her down, so that she was now on him with her back on his breast while he lay with his back to the ground. His hands unpleasantly squeezed her tits. Suddenly the girl stamped her heel into his groin! He roared with pain. Now the girl stood up and positioned herself between his spread legs. She fell on her knees so that her knee crushed his balls. The last thing he heard was that all girls shouted, “POP!” before he slipped into unconsciousness. The naked boy was pulled away by his mates while the girls triumphed for having the cup and the tight pants captured.

7. The next couple fought without protective armament. He managed to get her into 66-position (love position) so that she couldn't attack his sac. With one hand, he held her so that she couldn't move; his other hand found the way around her butt to her pussy. His fingers got under her slip, entered her slit and started to stir around unpleasantly. She moaned with pain and started to squirm and writhe. She was already about to surrender when she remembered that even a boy has a pussy - his asshole! Her free arm went to his back and down into his pants; her fingers entered and attacked his asshole. The expression of superiority and arrogance in the boy's face was replaced by disbelief and surprise at first and later by pain. His fingers immediately released her pussy. Like her before, now the boy was writhing in pain. To get rid of her, he turned sideward, involuntarily offering her his unprotected crotch. With a full force blow of her fist to his groin, the girl finished and won the fight. The boy got sick and some liquid droplets escaped from his cock. The girl proudly presented the droplets of piss or precum - or whatever she had beaten out of him - to the other girls.

8. The girl recognized that the boy was wearing a cup but she was sure she could handle it. The boy quickly attacked her and threw her down so that he laid in the classic sex position on her. Again, he was too close to her to be attacked by hand or knee. As he laid on her, she could hardly move. Additionally, his cup pressed upon her groin area and caused her major pain. In her desperation, she whispered to the boy in his ear that she found him cute and sexy and would like to feel his cock in her slit. She started to kiss him intensively and he replied. The boy now started to move rhythmically back and forth. She was able to push him gently sideward. From the huge bulge in his tights, she could recognize that he had a stiff one and that his hard cock had already moved his cup out of position. That was her chance! As a cup protects best against attacks from front, but is relatively weak at blows from below or side, she hit several times full power sideward against the cup. With every hit, the cup jumped sideward and his nuts were crushed. This way, the girls captured the last protective cup of the boy’s team, as well as another Lycra short, which the girl wore as sign of victory over her slip.

9. The captured cup was given to the next girl; maybe she could repeat the technique used against boy #4. Her opponent was very careful, as he had well seen what had happened to boy #4. Somehow he was able to get her down on her breast while he lay with his breast on her back in a kind of 69-position. So his face was close to her cute butt and his balls were in an unreachable position somewhere on her neck. His hand went between her legs under her slip and cup where it tortured her pussy. Finally, she had to surrender as she could neither break free nor attack his sac. The boys applauded and yelled in triumph as at least one cup could be reconquered.

10. For the last and decisive fight, both teams equipped their fighter with a protective cup. (Even for the girl it was important to protect her groin.) The boy additionally wore the captured bikini slip over his Lycra tights to provide better fit for his cup. After short standing fight, both lay in a 66 love position. Their cups were positioned side by side and were a kind of interlocked. By pushing him sideward, the girl tried to bring the boy's cup out of fit. In fact, the lateral pressure on his cup caused the boy extreme discomfort, but he could break free and pull her around so that she was now over him. His hand got into her slip under her cup where he with his fingers tortured both her pussy and asshole. (Seemed the boy had learned from girl #7!) She moaned with pain, but didn't surrender. With a sudden move, she could break free and jump up. As the boy had held her before, he was pulled upward by her jump and was now on his knees in front of her. With her leg, she kicked to his groin, but the kick was absorbed by the cup. His hand went to her bikini slip, pulled it sideward so that the cup fell out. Now she was unprotected! With his hand, the boy hit her full force into her slit. The girl covered her crotch with her hands and bent over. With a destroying fist blow to her tits, the boy finished and won the fight. The girl lay in agony holding her pussy and breast.

Balance of the fights: The boys could only win three of ten fights. Two boys (#4 and #6) had to go to hospital as one ball was ruptured. One of the next days, the girls claimed to screw one boy since they had won the majority of fights and that was how it was agreed some days ago. The girls choose boy #7 for he was a real hottie. He had to bow over a table; two girls pressed his chest on the table and held him. Another girl came from behind, pulled down his pants – and suddenly she screwed him from behind! He couldn't believe it! She had buckled on a plastic cock like the one you could buy in any sex shop! While the girl was raping him, he was moaning and crying with pain and humiliation. He was violated by a girl! The other boys didn't say anything, but everybody was happy that it wasn't his ass-pussy, which was bumped and ground.

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Another School Fighting Day

Some weeks after the fighting event, the boys claimed revenge and the girls agreed another fight. Every team consisted of 5 couples of 2 fighters, so that always 2 boys had to fight against 2 girls. As a rule it was accepted that every team was allowed to have 3 groin protectors. Thus, all 10 girls wore a dark blue bikini composed of a bra and a thong slip, whereby 3 of them had a female groin protector (a so-called pelvic guard) under their slip. This pelvic guard is a narrow foam-rubber strip which goes from the stomach down between the legs. Even though it is light and flexible, it adsorbs direct hits nicely. On the backside it is fixed with two rubber strips going from the pussy right and left side over the butt back to the front. -- The boys recognized that none of the girls took care for breast protection.

The boys just wore dark blue sparkling nylon shorts and underneath it a jockstrap of the same color. No shoes, no shirts. The shorts ended where the legs start and were so tiny that without jockstrap the privates of at least some guys would have hung out of the short! The girls were happy to see this as these shorts would insure them an easy access to the boy’s privates. Many of the girls really wanted to wear them, too. And they were sure, they would get them! According to the rules, 3 boys had a hard plastic cup in their jockstraps. Now the fight could start:

1. At the first fight, the boys fought without protector as the boy-team was afraid to lose one of the precious cups already in the first fight. One girl, however, wore a pelvic guard. The boys attacked this girl at first. One of them held her from behind while the other boy ran from front against her. She stomped with her heel between the legs of her opponent behind her. With the same foot she gave the attacking boy in front of her a direct groin kick. Both boys went to ground, moaning and holding their balls. While the boys lay down in pain, the girls were giggling and making fun of them. But the fight wasn’t over yet. After they had recovered from the pain, the boys got up and each of them attacked one girl now. The first boy got the protected girl into a sweatbox holding her head with both arms in the height of his right hip. As her arms were free, she grabbed with her left hand from behind between his slightly spread legs and started to squeeze his balls. In order to revenge, his right arm -- by now holding her head -- went to her butt and further to her pussy. But there was nothing to grab at! Additionally, he couldn’t reach under her cunt protector! While his hand was still rubbing her ass looking for a target, she kept on squeezing his nuts. She knew very well that no boy can stand this technique longer than some 30 seconds. Breathing and staying conscious became more and more difficult to him; he could even hardly recognize his surrounding anymore. Finally, she finished the fight by a hit with her other, right fist to his groin. The boy was completely messed-up and slipped into consciousness.

Meanwhile, the other boy was more successful and had the other girl under control. The feeling of superiority excited him sexually, so that he took out his hard cock and started to rape her. To enter her slit was not difficult as the narrow thong slip could be easily pulled sideward. The girl simply let it happen as she couldn’t defend at the moment, anyway. Additionally, she knew that boys get tired after tossing off. And so it was: After his orgasm, the boy was suddenly silent and powerless. Now, she started her revenge against his naked nut sack. Without listening to his requests and high-pitch wails she merciless squeezed him dry till the boy lost consciousness. After both boys were defeated, the girls captured their nylon shorts and even the jockstraps. The naked and unconscious boys had to be pulled off the ring by their mates.

2. The next girls wore the captured sparkling nylon shorts over their thong slips. One of them had a pelvic guard under her slip. The boys got nervous to see their female opponents in the uniform of their own, now naked mates. One of the boys had a cup in his jockstrap. The unprotected boy attacked the protected girl, and due to his higher physical strength he controlled her in the beginning: In a standing fight he tried to get her down. He had already forced her to bend over, and his breast pressed on her back. But suddenly he felt an elbow between his legs. Two or three times, her elbow hit hard his groin. For a boy, this technique is so incredible painful that he is unable to move or fight. Finally, the boy went down to his knees paralyzed with pain. Now, she wanted to help her friend who had major difficulties against the “cupped” guy: He had forced her to the ground into a kind of 69-position and tortured her pussy. His cup pressed her face and prevented her from biting his privates. Despite his protector she could smell the typical odor of a boy’s crotch. As his legs weighed on her arms, she couldn’t defend. So the other, successful girls wanted to support her. But when she approached the fighting couple, the boy who was already on the ground suddenly attacked her from behind. With a cuff of the edge of her hand to the boy’s groin (chop from behind), she sent him to the ground again where he laid in agony for the rest of the fight. Now, she finally could help her friend who was already crying with pain. From behind she grabbed underneath the boy’s short, jockstrap and protector and started to work on his balls. (Girls call this technique "nut claw".) The boy began to moan and to make funny convulsions, but he couldn’t do anything about it. The girl, who was by now in a hopeless position, could break free and felt now her superiority as the boy had obviously no chance against two girls.

Now the girls applied a technique which they had already trained in advance, the "boy-sandwich": The boy was turned sideward so that he lay between the two girls like a piece of meat in a sandwich. One girl held him from behind while the other -- formerly tortured -- girl cared for his protective cup. She took it out of his jockstrap and after showing it to her applauding team she put it into her bikini slip. The boy knew very well what would happen now. The girl with the cup lay down on her back, and the boy was forced to lay down on her. The girls made sure that his balls were positioned on her cup. Now the other girl sat on his butt and started to ride on the boy so that his nuts were ground between his body and the cup. After some seconds, the game was over for the boy. He was only dead meat; his eggs were crushed by his own egg-cup! His nicely sparkling gym shorts started to get moist with some droplets from his cock. The girl with his cup now stripped down his shorts and jockstrap. The sight of his shriveled cock and some cum drooling from it made her feel complete. Both girls were happy to have another two shorts and jockstraps plus their first cup captured!

3. Now, both girls were equipped with a female groin protector and boy-shorts of course. The girl-team could easily afford to equip its fighters well because they still had 3 female guards and 1 boy-cup. However, only one of the boys was protected. Both girls attacked the protected (“cupped”) boy and didn’t care for the other one. One of the girls held the guy from behind while the other girl kneed him again and again into the groin so that his cup made a hollow plop sound with every hit. But their technique was not so effective as the girls thought and as one would have guessed from the loud plops, because most of the force was absorbed by the cup. The boy suddenly freed his arms and grabbed for the pelvic guard of the girl behind him: With a powerful jerk he pulled it so high that the rubber strings which fixed the guard on the back cut like a knife deeply into her slit. (For a boy, this would be called a major wedgie!) She went to her knees holding her aching pussy. The other, unprotected guy who was not attacked by now, cared for her: She was unable to defend when the boy took her boy-short, bikini thong and pelvic guard. Meanwhile the other (protected) boy fought against the other girl. Both combatants wore groin protectors so that several kicks, knees and fist cuffs showed only minor effect on both sides. But as he was somewhat stronger than her, he was able to get her down so that he was sitting between her spread legs while she lay on her back. This way, she was unable to close her legs, and the boy stared amazed at her exposed crotch around which the sparkling nylon short nicely tightened. Though fascinated from this view he attacked her exposed pussy: The boy simply pushed her pelvic guard sideward so that his hand could enter and torture her pussy. He dug his thumbnail into her clit. As his fingers worked her clit even harder, she winced and moaned. After a short time she surrendered so that both girls lost their thong slips, shorts and pelvic guards.

4. The girl-team had now only one pelvic guard left which one of the girls wore. The other girl simply took the captured boy-cup from fight #2. -- For a girl it’s easy to protect her groin with a boy-cup while the captured pelvic guards were useless for the boys. Again, both girls wore captured boy-shorts, even though one of them was still somewhat wet from the crushed boy of fight #2. To have some reserves in case of a lost fight, the boy-team armed only one of their fighters with a cup. The unprotected boy who had to fight against the girl with cup was very afraid of the "hard bulge" in her thong slip as he still remembered very well what had happened to his mate in fight #2. His fear made him fight ineffectively so that she got him to the ground where he laid on his back. She stood over him and held his legs, each one with one arm. He urgently requested her not to do what she planned, by she simply replied him that this is a chance she couldn’t miss. Then, she held his legs well spread and stomped with her leg 2 or 3 times full force into his groin. Immediately, the game was over for this boy! He slipped into consciousness and even started to piss! The girls had already seen that same liquid drops could come out of a boy’s dick after a powerful strike to his privates, but never this! Meanwhile, the other couple fought on the ground. The girl lay on her back; the boy was on his knees bent over her and his hands weighed like iron on their arms, so that she was unable to break free. With her knee she slammed several times against his crotch. His cup jumped at every strike, and even though this situation was unpleasant to him, it was not threatening. To finish this and to put her under pressure, his knee went from the ground in between her legs and lasted now on her crotch. But because of her good protection (pelvic guard) she hardly recognized this. The boy needed a fast idea how to crack this girl! And suddenly he got it: Why attacking her armed groin while her breast was unguarded? With his fist he slammed full force against her tits. (Boys often underestimate the fatal effect of this technique on a girl, because boys are only sensitive between the legs.) The effect on the girl was fatal! After these two fights, one boy was unconscious and pissed wet while one girl laid in agony holding her tits. So there were only two fighters left, both equipped with a boy-cup and a boy-short. "Why not repeat what worked out fine?" thought the boy, and started the fight with a direct fist cuff against her tits. The girl was surprised and in pain so that she couldn’t react anymore from now on. The boy quickly jumped to her and with a powerful jerk he pulled the cup out of her slip, causing her additional pain in the crotch. The girl was still unable to do anything and just stood there with slightly spread legs. The boy went behind her and kicked from behind full force into her pussy. This was too much for her: The pain shot to her slit. She moaned, her hands went down to her crotch, she bent over, fell on her knees and finally on the ground. Both girls lay now moaning on the ground. The boy was the hero of his team when he took their shorts, slips and protectors. The girls were both so messed-up that they could leave the ring only with help of their mates.

5. Instead of their jockstraps, the boys wore now the captured bikini thongs because these tight slips provided a better fit for the groin protectors. Additionally, it was definitely humiliating for the girls to see their opponents fight in slips which some minutes ago still covered the pussies of their mates. The boy-team had all 6 groin protectors (3 male + 3 female) now. After two won rounds they were sure to win the whole match. Therefore, only one boy had a cup while the other -- also to humiliate the girls -- wore one of the captured pelvic guards. Such a pelvic guard is more or less a foam-rubber strip which goes from the stomach down between the legs. On the butt it is fixed by means of rubber strips on the left and right side. As it doesn’t offer any cavity for the nut-sac, the boy’s dick was under the foam-rubber while his balls were right and left of the narrow guard. The girl-team had neither protectors nor nylon shorts so that their fighters were poorly equipped. The "cupped" boy attacked one of the girls from behind and holding her with both arms, he squeezed her tits. Though her arms were hindered, her hands were free enough to go down in his shorts into the thong and underneath his cup. With one hand she quickly found a target while her other hand pulled out his cup with a sudden jerk. Though in pain, the boy could break free. While the girl put the captured cup into her thong slip, the boy was given another cup by his team. Some girls from the audience claimed this to be illegal, but as there weren’t any rules about this, the fight went on.

Meanwhile, the other boy with the pelvic guard was able to get his opponent into a sweatbox holding her head under his right arm. With his left arm, the boy controlled the left arm of the girl, but her right arm was still free. So she hit with her right fist into his groin but the effect was rather poor: As the balls of this boys were quite small and the foam-rubber of the guard rather thick, his balls were somehow "in the shade" of the foam-rubber strip so that she just hit the guard and not his eggs. She tried a second time, but no success. Now she had an idea: This time she hit with spread fingers to his groin so that her fingers didn't touch the guard but each one was safely meeting a ball left and right of it. The effect on the boy was fatal!

Meanwhile, the other -- and now again "cupped" -- boy got his female opponent into the 66 (love) position. But before he managed to lay closely on her, she was able to bring her hand between his and her body. Again, her hand found the way down into his short, bikini slip and cup. With a safe grip she had his nut-sac under control. From his convulsions and the movements of his tight ass, the other girls and boys could see how she was working on his balls. She turned around each ball and squeezed them from different directions. As his head was side by side with hers she could hear from his moaning which techniques were especially effective. After some time she was tired of that. She took out his cup and handed it over to the other girl who put it also into her thong. Also his short was taken away so that the boy now just wore the bikini thong. The girls gave the boy some seconds to recover. Now a new game started in which the unprotected, nearly naked boy had to fight against two girls with protective cup. He tried to avoid a direct fight, but they caught him quickly. The girls were so close that he could feel one cup on his ass from the girl behind him and another hard cup on his balls. With experienced grips, the girls made his dick hard, tore his stiff-one out of the thong and bowed him down painfully, just for fun. Finally, they put him on the ground, so that he lay on his back. One girl sat with spread legs on his breast, so close to his face that he could smell her pussy despite her cup. The other girl kneed on his balls till he had scrambled eggs and lost consciousness. Again, an outstanding victory for the girls!

According to the rules, the result was clear: The girls won the majority of fights and again would have the right to chose one boy for punishment. But the boy-team asked for an additional fight to have one more chance. As fighting and cracking a boy was really fun for the girls, they agreed under the condition that only gym shorts were allowed as only piece of clothing for both male and female fighters. It’s clear that for this decisive fight only winners of former fights were selected: The girl-team chose the victorious girls of fight #1 and #2, while the boys took their heroes of fight #3 and #4.

6. The two boys had only their nylon shorts, nothing under it, so that their dicks even hung out a little bit off the short. The girls didn’t even wear a bikini bra, so that her tits were free and the sparkling boy-shorts nicely stretched over their pussies. One couple begun with a standing fight which continued on the ground after the boy threw her down. The other girl of the second couple was physically somewhat stronger so that she could dominate the boy: He lay on his beak and she sat on his face so that he got a hard-on from the smell of her pussy. Without undressing his shorts she took his stiff one out off the shorts simply by bowing him down to where the pants ended. Then, she started -- quite tender -- to play with HIM when he suddenly bit into her crotch. She groaned with pain and was unable to fight anymore. So the boy could break free and support his mate. The other couple was still fighting on the ground, but as the second guy arrived the situation changed in favor of the boys. Now the boys applied the sandwich technique so the one boy lay to each side of the girl. One boy held her arms so that she was unable to defend. A guy from the audience threw a hand brush into the ring which the boys used now to torture the girl. They pulled her shorts sideward so that her pussy lay free. Now, the broomstick was inserted into her slit and twisted around. She cried in pain but the boys didn’t stop. Both boys got a hard-on from this. Meanwhile, the other girl had recovered from the clit-bite and carefully approached the guys so that they didn’t notice her. With a sudden and strong grip from behind into the crotch of each boy she took control of them. Both boys were paralyzed with pain and couldn’t defend. She started to crush their balls making both boys convulse. She squeezed long enough to make sure, the boys would be unable to fight anymore.

Now, the revenge of the girls begun:

The girl whose pussy was tortured sat on the back of one boy, her face looking at his crotch. She didn’t waste much time to slip off his shorts but just pushed it a little sideward so that she could reach his asshole. Then, she inserted the broomstick into his boy-pussy! The boy begun to groan and cry in pain, but she twirled, twisted and pushed the stick deeper and deeper into his pussy! The same guy who had dominated a girl in fight #3 by torturing her slit was now under control of a girl with a broomstick in HIS slit! The other girl cared for the boy who had bitten her before. Again, he was on his back while she sat on his breast. This time, she took care that he couldn’t reach her sensitive crotch. With a sudden twitch she took out his still stiff cock bowing him down to the boy's leg so that he slipped out of the shorts. He stood rock-hard before her, supported by his shorts which were tight enough that HE could not slip inside again without help. This time, she wouldn’t be as tender as before! The girl begun to bow, twist, wangle and twirl his stiff till the boy cried in pain. With a sudden, powerful tug she finall broke his hard dick. His whole penis quickly got a red color. By the way, this boy was the former hero of his team from fight #4. And the girl who had caused him now a shaft rupture was the same which was raped in fight #1 and which had already revenged cruelly.

Balance of fights: At least, the boys could win 2 in 6 fights. But at which price! Four boys had to be rushed to the hospital immediately: The boys of fight #1 (who raped the girl), #2 (crushed by his own egg-cup), #4 (who had pissed after a direct stomp) and #6 (with the broken shaft). And the other boys didn't feel much better. Even many of the girls were still in pain. Especially the losers of fight #4 still lay on the ground with aching pussy and titties. Nevertheless, the girl team claimed their legal reward after the won battle. They chose the boy who had worn the pelvic guard in fight #5. Meanwhile, he had quite well recovered from the direct hit against his both balls. The girls decided to shave him at first. So, he was held by 3 or 4 girls while another girl shaved his pubic hairs! He was really afraid that they could hurt his cock! Finally, one girl shouted: "Don't forget his pussy!" And the boy was turned around for that he was shaved even around his asshole. The girls examined his asshole and found that he had nice cunt-lips. In fact, he was the first guy with a shaved pussy! Afterwards, he had to lie on his back and his dick was tied off by means of a cord so that he got stiff involuntarily. Now every girl ridded on the boy's stiff till she had her orgasm. For the boy it wasn't so funny because the tight cord prevented him from tossing off. As the blood circulation was hindered, his dick quickly started to ache. After the 2nd or 3rd girl, he was already in a lot of pain, but some more girls took him before they finally released his red swollen dick.

END

The Football Game

The Football Game

By Unknown

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I will never, ever forget my first ball busting experience. It happened when I was a senior in high school. I was captain of the football team, and I was talking with some of my guy friends before the big football game against our big rival. It was in the parking lot of school, before we had to go get suited up. Anyway, we were standing there by my car, talking about our sexual escapades with women. I was telling the guys how I got some at least three times a week from my girlfriend, Clair. We started comparing breast sizes, how good they gave head, etc., when we had to go get ready. As we were walking back to the locker room, I turned and noticed that a girl was sitting in a car near mine, listening to what we were saying the entire time. She looked daggers at me and then made a fist with her hand, as if she were squeezing something. I turned and ran back into the locker room.

Anyway, after the game was over, and I had gotten changed, I walked back to the parking lot and was talking with the guys some more. Anyway, they all left, then I went to go get in the car. I put my key in the lock, but it wouldn't turn. The parking lot was empty; everyone had gone home, so I couldn't get help. Suddenly from under my car crawled this girl that I had seen earlier. Without saying a word, she planted her foot squarely in my balls.

I felt like I was going to throw up for a while. I just stood there, clutching my balls, and finally fell over in the parking lot. Suddenly three other girls appeared from out of nowhere. Two of them grabbed my arms, and the other grabbed my right leg and pulled it, making my throbbing balls an even easier target for this mysterious girl.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Again and again she kicked me, with lightning fast kicks each seeming more powerful than the last. The girls holding my arms started dragging me toward the side entrance of school, while the other two just laughed and taunted me. As I neared the door, I saw through clouded vision a figure standing at the door. As I got closer I realized that the woman was Ms. Pritchard, a femi-Nazi chemistry teacher. I had her for Chemistry a year ago, and she gave me detention constantly for the rude remarks I made about women in her class.

Ms. Pritchard turned and opened the door, and the girls dragged me inside. Her classroom was right next to the door, so it didn't take long for them to drag me into there. I noticed that she had put two hand-chains on the wall. I was too weak to resist as the girls hoisted me up and hooked my hands to the chains.

"Not the tough, macho man now, are we Ridge?" Ms. Pritchard said as the girls quickly yanked off my shoes and pulled my jeans off. "We'll see what you think of us women when your rocks are smashed." She then said to the girls "Ladies, let me take the first *crack* at him." She then approached me and swung at my groin with a shattering underhand. I screamed as she connected with my aching jewels, and she laughed wickedly. I didn't know that she had that much strength in those fifty-year-old arms. The other girls took turns kicking, kneeing, and punching me in the balls until I pleaded with them to stop. Instead, Ms. Pritchard took a bandanna off her desk and tied it around my head, like a blindfold. I couldn't see a thing, and that made the kicks seem even more powerful, because I didn't know when the next one was coming. I felt sure that I was sterile by now. I felt an odd, bloody sensation coming up the back of my mouth. I tried to struggle, but there was no use. The repeated blows increased the throbbing of my balls and seemed to increase the girls' enjoyment.

I heard a new person enter the room, but I didn't recognize her voice. One of the girls took off my blindfold, and I suddenly realized that it was Clair. She walked over to me and smirked. "You didn't know that I was sitting in Darla's passenger seat, listening to everything you said about me, did you?" "I'll bet you never think about sex again after tonight!" With that she grabbed my balls and literally began to squeeze the life out of them. Then she tore off my underwear, and all the girls marveled at my black and blue nutsack. "Look at how bruised it is, Betty!" said Darla, the girl that hhad been in the car. "Imagine how it must feel on the inside!"

Ms. Pritchard then got two pieces of thin plastic cord from her desk and she proceeded to tie them around each nut. Soon I had two pieces of string hanging from my ballsack; each tied securely around one of my jewels. They were tied so tightly that there was no risk of them slipping off, and Ms. Pritchard had put about seven knots in each one. The girls took them and began pulling with all their strength.

I felt like I was going to die! Then, the situation became even worse. While one of my balls was stretched almost to its limit, Ms. Pritchard would take a ruler and smack it strongly! The waves of pain shooting up my body was intense. About the third smack caused me to faint.

When I woke up, I was still chained to the wall, with Ms. Pritchard and the girls sitting at a table drinking and laughing. I looked down at my battered nuts and saw that the plastic cords were still there, and were both tied to a 15-pound black stone that I remember Ms. Pritchard using in her class. As I regained consciousness, I became aware of the pain in my jewels again. I started to shake and tremble, the pain was so unbearable. One of the girls saw that I had awakened. “Well we think you've learned your lesson so far, ball-less,” said Betty as she untied the 15-pound weight from the strings. "Wait, Betty, we should give him something as a reminder that the next time he says anything chauvinistic about women, he'll have his balls completely busted." said Darla. Believe me, I did not need a reminder. The girls talked in the corner for a while, and then arrived at a decision. They came over to me and Darla grabbed the right string, while Betty grabbed the left. They pulled downward, stretching my balls almost to the breaking point. "There, ladies." said Ms. Pritchard. She quickly tied the right string around my foot, which made me cry it hurt so much. "Keep quiet. When you start walking, you'll really be in pain then." she said. She did the same with the left, tying both strings over my socks. The other girls released me from the chains. I fell to the ground to relieve the pulling pressure on my nuts. The girls dragged me up, and put my underwear, pants, and shoes back on me. I was in incredible pain as they forced me to walk to the far end of the room and back. I began to cry and scream and pound the walls, pleading for them to release me.

"Here are the rules, boy,” said Ms. Pritchard. "You will keep the strings tied to your feet for one week. At any time during school, the girls or I have the right to inspect you for the strings. If you aren't wearing them, I promise you that your balls will be permanently destroyed. The same thing goes if you tell anyone about this. UNDERSTAND???" I feebly nodded in agreement. She then grabbed my crotch and threw me out of the room.

I struggled to get back to my car, and then drove home. Everyone was asleep by the time I got home, so I went to bed. I untied the strings from my feet, knowing I couldn't bring myself to put them back on the next day. I took about four Advil and went to sleep.

The next day, when I went to school, I met up with some of my friends. We were talking again, and I looked around to make sure any of the ball-breakers weren't listening. We were talking about women again and laughing. I was so busy talking with the guys I didn't see the stern countenance that was suddenly behind me. I turned quickly and gazed upwards, right into the face of Ms. Pritchard.

The worst school. Period.

The worst school. Period.

By BallbustingTales

*

My name is Jacob Russel. I got sent to a re-educational school, because I was terrible to everyone, harassing teachers, female students and such. Do I feel pity for them? Nope, not a chance. My stupid parents were ''So disappointed in me and blah blah blah.'' I don't really care. I don't even know where the hell they are sending me to. The bus stopped. I was the only one there, besides the driver.


''Good luck out there. It's tough out there.'' The driver said.


''Thanks. I can feel that this will suck horribly already.'' I said.


''Probably. Stay strong.'' He replied, and drove off.


I was now standing in front of a pink school. Weird colour, but okay. They had a symbol, allow me to describe it to you. It's trash. Heh, but if you want to hear how it looks, sure. It's a female hand with pink polished nails, pulling down a guy's balls. That is inside a female gender symbol. Harsh, maybe it won't be as bad as I thought. I read the name of that school. ''Normal Universal Tolerant Sympathetic Humorous Ordinary Teachers.'' Oh, I got it. If you connect the capital letters, you get ''NUTSHOT''. Nice. I went inside. I was greeted by the principal, I presume. She was smoking hot! She had a long blonde ponytail, a pretty face, green eyes, grey uniform with a nice cleavage, a short grey skirt, black peep toe high heels, and she had grey nail polish. She had very sharp nails on her hands. She looked dangerous, but damn, is she sexy!


''Hello, you must be Jacob. I was contacted by your headmaster, and no worries, you'll be a nice boy. Eventually...'' She said in a nice tone of voice. She had a nordic accent, interesting.


''I'll try my best ma'am.'' I said.


''Wonderful! Oh, how informal of me! I forgot to introduce myself! Apologies. My name is Ms. [Nutshot].''


Alright, her name is Natasha. Fitting.


''I see... Well, where should I go now, Ms.?'' I asked Natasha.


''Let's see... Oh! You have Biology now. Follow me.'' She tasked me, and so I followed. I was walking behind her, and saw her amazing butt.


''Um... Jacob? Can you hear me?'' She asked.


I must pay more attention. After all, the name of the school sounds rather scary. ''Yes, I am sorry Ms.'' I apologized.


''It's okay.'' She said and smiled. ''Are you ready to meet your class?'' She asked.


''I guess Ms.'' I was rather sick of how polite I must be, but whatever. ''Alright! Here we go.'' And then she opened the door.


The biology teacher was even hotter! She had long brown hair, brown eyes, a beautiful face, she had the same uniform as Ms. Natasha, with big cleavage, which got along nicely with her big breasts, but the colour of her uniform was blue. She had great, long legs. She wore high heels as well, but with a bigger needle, and her foot was clearly visible. She had a very nice looking dark green nail polish. We walked in.


''Jacob, meet Ms. [Yourballs].'' She said. Okay, so Ms. Yordels. Strange name... ''I am pleased to meet you, Jacob.'' She said, and smiled at me.


''My pleasure.'' I said, and bowed.


She looked happy, and was probably thinking why was I even sent here. ''I think that all of you girls will get along with him. Goodbye!'' She said, and walked away. Now I noticed one tiny thing. I am the only guy here. And if the school's name is ''NUTSHOT''... Oh my.


''Ummm, should I take my seat, Ms.?'' I asked the hottie.


''Actually, Jacob, I could use you for something.'' She said.


Use me, huh? I don't think I like where this is heading.


'Please, come forward, to me.'' So I did. ''We were just studying the male anatomy, you see. So, we could use a model...'' She said seductively. ''So if you could take off your clothes...'' She asked me.


Geez! Naked, in front of her?! I began to do so, and could hear the girls giggling. They clearly liked this school, a lot. I had almost everything stripped, except my underwear.


''Dear, if we are talking about male anatomy, we can't miss out the penis and genitals.'' She said mockingly.


All the girls laughed. When I began to take off my underwear, all the girls laughed, or were just whistling jokingly. A few minutes in this school, and I am already naked.


''Thanks, Jacob.'' She said, and winked at me. ''Now, Gwen, please show us the weakest point of men.'' She said, and a girl with short green hair, blue eyes, medium sized breasts, a big butt, sandals and yellow nail polish stood up, and was walking to me.


''As you wish, Ms.!'' Gwen said happily, and delivered a swift kick to my balls.


''OWWWW!'' I screamed.


Ms. Yordels said the following: ''See girls? All it takes to bring a man down is a kick to his genitals. Thank you Gwen, you can sit down.'' She said, and Gwen sat in her chair. ''Now girls, what can you tell me about a man's penis?'' Ms. Yordels asked.


All of the girls raised their hands. ''Me, me, me!'' Said a girl with glasses, blue eyes, brown hair, and white nail polish. I now noticed the uniforms of the girls. A bit of cleavage, all of them were pale blue, a short blue skirt, and sandals. Just an outfit for ballbusting.


''Yes, Courtney?'' Asked Ms. Yordels.


''A man's penis is his reproductive tool. They can make us, girls, pregnant, if we allow them so. Some men have it smaller Also, it's a vulnerable point of men.''


All the girls began clapping. Ms. Yordels said: ''Wonderful. Courtney, if only all girls that don't go to our school would be like you. Smart, and cunning. Could you show your techniques on Jacob's penis?'' She asked Courtney.


Oh no. Please, let this nightmare stop. Courtney stood up, and walked to me. She punched me in the penis.


''OUCH! KNOCK IT OFF!'' I yelled.


''Hm. Jacob, you are not supposed to talk back. You can scream and such, but you must not stop a girl from doing her job. Since it's your first time, it's the first time, you only get your genitals squeezed.'' Ms. Yordels said.


She came to me, and grabbed my balls. She squeezed them hard, digging her nails deep in.

''OWWWWWW!'' I yelled, while the girls were laughing. She finally stopped, and the bell rang.

''Hm. It seems the lesson ended now. What a shame. Alright, you are free to go, to your next lesson, goodbye!'' She said, sat down, and crossed her legs. She looks so hot, but she is so dangerous!


''E-excuse me Ms., which lesson do I have now?'' I asked her.


''Ah, of course. Let me see... You are with class BB-4U... Your main teacher is Ms. Nutshot...''


''Wait, isn't her name Natasha?'' I asked again. ''Ahahaha... No, no... Her name is Ms. Nutshot, she pronounces it like, due to her accent.''


''Oh, I see...'' Truly a ballbusting surname. Was it given at birth? ''So your name isn't... Ms. Yordels, right?'' I asked her.


''Once more, no. I am Miss Yourballs.'' She said and smiled, while I got the innuendo. Miss your balls. Oh my. ''You have gym class now, Jacob. And... do you want me to show you, what happens to students who don't do what they should?''


I was a little scared. ''O-okay...'' I said, and went closer to her. ''Look there! Do you see them?'' She said, while pointing her finger at it.


I looked closer, and saw it. Balls. She had guys' balls stored in jars.


I ran out of there as quick as I could. I was still naked, though. I saw the principal, Ms. Nutshot.


''Excuse me, can you lead me to the gym class?'' I politely asked her.


She took a moment to look at my crotch, giggled, and then nodded, so I followed her again. We walked to a huge class. Not the others you see in your classic schools, this one was really strange. They had a big mat in the middle, and several girls were kneeling there, in karate gis. I suppose that they were meditating?


''Hey, [Groindestroyer], could you get here?'' Ms. Nutshot yelled at a young, black haired girl, that had her hair done in a big pigtail.


She was very fit, and had some tremendous breasts. Her butt was even better. And then, her feet. She was barefoot, and had a black nail polish. She wore almost nothing, only a black top, with very little to cover, and black sweat pants. So her name sounded like... Gainoyer...? That sounds ridicolous... Oh yeah, her accent makes it sound all so innocent. It's Groindestroyer. Jesus. Miss... let's call her Groiny, approached us.


''Hello, Natasha.'' She said.


Huh, so her name IS Natasha! She just happens to be named... Natasha Nutshot. It sounds very nice though, no denying that.


''Who's this naked boy?'' She asked Natasha.


''He's the boy they sent to us for... Re-education. From the Blue Sky High.'' Natasha replied.


''Ah, this one. Well, you can go now Natasha. I'll see what I can do with him.'' Groiny said, and Ms. Nutshot left. ''So you are Jacob. Jacob Russel. Come with me, I'll get you your outfit.''


I then obeyed her orders, and went with her. Groiny opened a door, and there were tons of clothes to choose from.


''Let me see your penis, please.'' Groiny said absolutely calmly.


I took my hands off my crotch. She grabbed it, but didn't damage it further. ''So... small size, huh...?'' She whispered, thinking I didn't hear that.


Ouch. Not only my penis, but also my feelings.


'Hmmm, this one should be for your style.'' Groiny said, and handed me a strange outfit.


It was red, and looked like some sort of a... Hard to describe it, really. ...ninja outfit? Yes, like that. But it only covered parts of your legs and hands, and it was not a full body suit, it also left you barefoot, but that's not that important. I put it on. It fits me perfectly, I love it!


''Okay, is it too tight?'' Asked Groiny.


''No, Ms. it's great!'' I said, and she smiled.


''Wonderful. Now, if you will, come with me back, to the training area.''


I walked by her side once more. I stared at her butt, I couldn't help myself. ''Please, don't look at my butt like that. It's inappropriate.'' I was startled. How did she see that?


''I am so, so, so sorry Ms.!''


''Apology accepted, now please, head in.''


So I did, and I saw one of the girls on that mat. She had long black hair, green eyes, a pretty face, pink nail polish, and she was in her fighting outfit, which was a karate gi. Groiny signalled me to go to her. I set my foot on the mat, and stood in front of her.


Groiny yelled: ''Bow!'' We both bowed, and then she yelled: ''Now, fight!''


Oh. Should I fight with a girl? Like seriously. A strong guy like me? No way. I mean, it's an easy win so, sure! I threw a punch at her, she dodged, and delivered a kick to my balls, right with her barefoot! Come on! That's isn't fair! She then continued, and kicked me twice more. I was holding my balls, and decided to unleash a kick. I kicked with all my might, she ducked, and punched me in the nuts. OW! All the girls were laughing at me.


Gwen yelled: ''You can't even beat a girl? You are truly a loser, Jacob. Go, Cherry! Pop his balls!''


So Cherry was the name of this girl, destroying my crotch. I tried to punch her, but she was too skilled. A knee to the groin! BOOM! A kick between my legs, BOOM! And for the grand finale, she got me on the ground, and grabbed my balls. She then squeezed. HARD. ''Mercy, please, please!'' I begged. Gosh, I am a wussy. She stopped.


''As you wish, Jacob.'' She said, and stomped on my crotch. Groiny came to her, held her hand, and proclaimed her a winner. As a punnishment for losing, I was their dummy for training. And yes, you can surely guess where they aimed. BALLS! Especially Gwen. She was just so delicate at this, but it was hurting too much.


The lesson ended, and Natasha Nutshot came to me.


''Hey Jacob. I forgot to guide you to your apartment. Come with me, now.'' She said.


''A-alright...'' I responded in pain. Natasha led me through me a long, dark corridor, then we went by an elevator, and arrived at the highest point. She walked in front of me, and opened a door with number ''843'' on it. The room was grim, and really just terrible. There was one guy sitting on a bed. He waved at me.


Natasha also said: ''This will be your room from now on. Any questions?'' Nutshot asked strictly. That was surely a heel turn. Not on her high heel, but when I first got there, she was all nice and fun, and this is likely her real personality.


''Yeah, when will I go home?'' I asked her.


''Hmph. We'll see. And one more thing.'' Nutshot said, and kicked me in the balls with her heel.

''Ouch! What for?'' I asked her.


''Simple. You are too brash. Never, and I repeat never, talk back to me. And you better prepare your balls for tomorrow. Bye, and sleep awfully.'' She said, and walked off, slamming the door, and locking us in. What a bitch.


''Hi. I am Benjamin. I see that you too have to be here. I feel pity for all of us guys here.'' That guy said.

Seems like a nice guy, we better work together.


''Sup, name's Jacob. What happens to guys who break the rules, Ben?'' I asked him.


''Well... All of us know about the story of Will, the freedom bringer for us. Believe it or not, he actually managed to improve the situation, and a LOT. By that I mean, guys here were literally castrated, as you could surely see in that Ms. Yourballs class. She was a much higher ranking teacher back then, and she would just cut off a guy's manhood if he looked wrong at her. One guy had enough, and started a rebellion. He was William. William Flores. A hero to us. He managed to overthrow the headmaster, which was terrible, and all of the guys escaped. Except Will. He stayed, so others could run away. He fought with the headmaster, Ms. Kickthedick, and won. Will was then imprisoned by Ms. Yourballs, but made a deal with her before. It stated that no teacher, nor girl, should be allowed to castrate a boy, and that Kickthedick would be expelled forever. Ms. Nutshot suprisingly accepted that, but Will is still deep down in this horrible building...''


Wow! Now that's a story. That Will must've been a great person... ''That's really interesting! So, how about we start a re-'' I began to say something.


''Shush! There are cameras everywhere, Jacob!'' Oh crap. ''Don't worry, none in this room anymore.'' He said and smiled, showing me a malfunctioned camera. ''They don't care at all about our situation, they are just heartless. They turned off several cameras, and don't really bother fixing it. We have some good luck being there.''


''I see, well that's cool! So, Ben, do you have a plan?'' I asked him.


''Indeed. I do. I have connections with a lot of guys here. We have some neato plans, check it out!'' Ben said, and handed me a blueprint of Phase No. 1.

''That's impressive!'' I said. It showed that one guy should sneak into the maintence room, turning all of the cameras in the process. He would then possibly take care of the girls there, and then, he would push a button to unleash all the prisoners... Um, us.


''Thanks! It's all made possible by a cool guy, he's our greatest spy. His name is Arnold. You'll meet him later, surely.''


''Alright! But right now, we should get some sleep right?'' I asked Ben.


''Indeed! Good night Jacob, and one more thing. Will you be on our side in the battle of freedom?'' Ben said.


''Sure, mate. Gladly! We will be free!'' I replied.


''Great! Good night!'' He said, and turned off the light.


We will be free. We will, and we will make them pay. Especially Ms. Yourballs, and Natasha Nutshot. They will know pain.