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GRUDGE MATCH JACK WAS JUST ABOUT FED UP with the shit he had been taking from some of the gang members who hung around Sam's Gym where he worked out several nights a week. They were continually putting him on_making lewd remarks about his physique, causing him to lose his rhythm when lifting weights, and, worst of all, sneaking quick grabs at him in the steaming shower room. Once last week one of the guys had managed to slip his hand between his well-muscled thighs and let his fingers slide up the inside of his legs until he almost brushed against the heavily hung bag of balls that dangled as he soaped himself under the hot water. By the time he managed to get the soap out of his eyes, the guy was gone. He couldn't even count the ~~~~~~ of times that a hand slowly felt his well shaped bubble-butt. Still, he hesitated to say or do anything about it. He was alone in the gym without any real friends and they, on the other hand, were a close-knit gang, one step up from delinquents, with macho-looking leather jackets and pants and a semi-smirking grin. Last night, however, things finally came to a boil. Jack was in the process of lifting weights and had just thrust several hundred pounds in the air with his legs spread far apart for balance, when Greg passed by and very deliberately placed his hand around the straining pouch of Jack's posing strap, giving it a gentle squeeze. Jack lost his control and the weights crashed to the gym floor with a tremendous bang. "That DOES it, pecker head," Jack screamed. "Keep your fuckin' hands to yourself or I'll give you an experience you won't ever forget. When I'm through with you I'll use your Goddamn balls for bookends!" "Yeah? You and who else? Talk's cheap, shitface. You wanna back up that big mouth of yours with action?" "Just name the time and place, and I'll be there," Jack yelled back. It only took a minute before the rest of Greg's gang had surrounded Jack, and there was little he could do but put up or shut up. And so he had committed himself to a grudge wrestling match the following night after hours at the Gym. One of the gang members had a key, and there would be no one there by Jack and his opponent_and his friends! So, now he found himself getting ready for the big match. Greg was already there, stripped to his skin-hugging briefs. In spite of himself, Jack felt a sexual stirring in his groin as he took in the handsome sight of Greg's basket threatening to rip through the tight spandex pouch. The bulge was monstrous, with both sperm-filled eggs clearly separated by the coiled nine-inch dong! If it hadn't been for the seriousness of the match, Jack would have actually enjoyed the opportunity of getting close to Greg's handsome young body. In any other situation, it probably would have led to some good hot sex. But not THIS night! Jack silently stripped down to his wrestling singlet, which, like Greg's, accentuated more than hid his more than adequate endowments. The tight spandex caressed his well-molded breasts, his muscled belly, and his rounded butt. His hard nipples showed through the cloth. If anything, his crotch was more provocative even than Greg's! Jack was enormously proud of his masculinity and especially the pair of male nuggets that hung down in splendor nearly to his knees and yet almost completely filled the hairless sac which contained them. His circumcised dick was nearly as thick as his wrist and arched over the twin eggs like a fleshy canon already to shoot its load. None of this was concealed in any way by the flimsy singlet which only served to pouch his jewels obscenely on display. None of this was lost on Greg who had been trying to lure Jack into contact with him for months. The rest of the gang hovered around the two combatants as the rules were laid down. Actually, there WERE no rules! A no-hold-barred grudge match without time outs until one or the other was unable to continue. They stared into each other's eyes as they crouched, and there was a yell to begin: Each dug in immediately desperately seeking the smallest advantage in the other. There was no hesitation on either part to go for the dirtiest holds. Greg went in directly for the nuts, reaching through Jack's spread legs from behind to grasp the prominently displayed balls in a death grip! In retaliation, Jack went for his opponents eyes, scratching at his eyeballs trying desperately to blind him. With a roar of pain, Greg relaxed his hold and in an instant, Jack took advantage of Greg's momentary distraction and left loose with a tremendous right to Greg's unprotected groin, initiating a high-pitched scream of agony as his huge balls were nearly flattened against his pubic bone. "NOW you're gonna get, you fuckin' son of a bitch!" Greg screamed in anger. Each fell upon the other and they rolled and thrashed about on the dirty gym mat. Each pair of genitals suffered squeeze after squeeze of crushing intensity; each felt that his balls were on the line and that one slight mistake would mean the end of his masculinity. Suddenly, Jack felt the thrill of getting Greg right where he lived! Felt his fingers tightening around his pouched treasures. With a cry of triumph, he tightened his grip and slowly began to crush Greg's manhood into history, when he suddenly felt himself being lifted off of Greg's struggling body. In a moment he found himself being held by two of the gang members, his arms pinned to his side and his shoulders pulled back, arching his body and pushing out his groin and his provocative genitals. Greg scrambled to his feet and looked at the struggling Jack. "Hey, no fair ganging up on a guy," Jack screamed. "Tough shit!" Greg sneered. "Hold the little bastard while I teach him not to fuck around with me." As Jack struggled in anger and fear about what was to come, Greg took hold of the straps of his singlet at the shoulders and ripped the flimsy stretch fabric from his body. The straps ripped and the crotch tore apart, allowing his full young balls to suddenly drop down to their furthest extension and his spongy dork to plop forth, completely exposing his young body totally naked. "Let's see how tough you really ARE," Greg sneered evilly as he reached down and grasped both of the swinging nuts in one hand and the thickening cock in the other. "How 'bout it, guys, shall I un-man the son of a bitch?" "Yeah, man, castrate the bastard!" one of the two holding Jack screamed. "OK, pretty boy, get ready for a rush. In a couple of minutes your balls will be history!" Jack struggled desperately in their grasp as he felt Greg's powerful fist begin to close in on his nuts. Greg locked his thumb between the testicles and the groin and pulled the eggs down as far as the sac would allow and then slowly brought his powerful fingers together slowly cutting off their blood supply and then beginning to crush the tough outer shell. He deliberately took his time, savoring every second. Jack began to scream as he felt the inexorable end to his manhood. It was as though his whole manhood was slowly fading away as the warm pulsing testicles began to rupture. The outer membranes of first the left, then the right gonad gave in, followed by the complete collapse of the organs as one, then the other was crushed into mush, accompanied by an unearthly scream of horror and loss. Then he passed out. They left him there to be discovered the next morning as Sam opened the Gym at 9:00.
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