Ball Busting Fun

College! Just a crazy time, and hell, it was funny as shit it was. As I looked at him stagger up, standing, his gonads dangling down, between his legs, the tears in his eyes really said it all. He was holding his balls....cupping them...as if by doing so he could alleviate the pain that was shooting through them. I can see he's trying not to puke, and as I watch he sees me grinning. Sure, his turn, and that makes me laugh. "GO AHEAD!" I say....yeah...go ahead.

I turn around, away from him, and face the guys. I spread my legs, wide, and put my hands on top of my head as the rules require. Then I wait, and I smile, grin really, and stare at my friends who are watching with their looks of disbelief. All friends, and they are laughing as they down their beers. It's just a game...a crazy drunkin stupid game, but when you are 19 and in college sometimes you do the dumbest things.

SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

I feel his kick, hard, up and into my scrotum, and it slams between my thighs and almost lifts me off my feet. I laugh...throw my head back and laugh, and then I spin around and grin from ear to ear. He stares and stares.....and his face blushes....and then they are yelling and there is lots of clapping. I laugh again. It's my turn now.

Sure, I challenged him, the big mouth, and he was stupid enough to take me on. It started out the way it always does, the bragging, about who is a real man and who is not. Who has the bigger cock...or who has fucked more women? And who can stand the pain and who is a wimp? I worked him around to the CONTEST idea, and he went for it. Of course, when the room's full of guys and they hear the dare, hear the challenge and laugh as it's made, well, there's really no turning back then. No, there's no turning back once the ball busting begins.

Some money changed hands this time, and that surprised me, but I didn't care. I knew he was stubborn, but so am I. Once the challenge had been accepted things happened fast, and almost before we knew it we were without our clothes. We peeled our jeans off and then our briefs. I wore the high rise briefs, and my pouch bulged within them. He wore the loser boxer types, but once we had them down and off it didn't make any difference.

Soon enough we were staring face to face with our gonads swinging free and clear. He had more hair than me, but even so, he didn't have much. A small patch of hair under each pit, and a thick bush over his cock. There was a thin line that ran up from his pole and to his belly button. Other than that, his chest was smooth, as is mine. Like me, his cock was relaxed and small and I was grateful for that. He did sprout a small wisp of hair on his lip, but it wasn’t much and I had the impression he still wasn’t shaving every day. Well, at least we had that in common! So, we stared, at each other, and our scrotums that were hanging down loose and exposed and oh-so-full.

And of course, unprotected too. I gave him the first shot, and laughed when I took it.

That’s the key, and what the game is really all about. You gotta laugh, and make it fun. Just taking turns, in a crazy game of college fun that will end when one of us backs down. To back down is to lose face, to admit defeat, and while that should be easy to do when your balls have had enough, it's not all that easy when your friends are watching and there are consequences to bear.

I look at him. I can see him stagger, but he prepares himself, and slowly, very slowly I think, he turns around and spreads his legs. Then, once again, I can see his balls hanging there, low, dangling down really like two plums in a bag. I couldn't miss them if I tried. Slowly this time, his hands go to his head, and he is staring at our friends and they are staring back at him. I am behind him. He has no idea when it will come, but only that it will, and he grits his teeth and waits, trying to stay tense and prepare himself for the hit.

I give it a hard, running start, and then, swiftly, I bring my right foot up, fast, as if I'm kicking a football, and I slam it as hard as I can into his dangling orbs. The follow-through is the key to winning. As I hit them, I allow my foot to carry through, driving his balls straight up, into him, the hit so hard that I actually do lift him off the floor. He screams this time, and folds over into a ball, and rolls on the floor as my friends laugh and laugh. It was a good hit, hard, swift, and his balls deliver the pain and he gasps with the feeling.

His turn. I grin, and once again I watch him stagger up....his eyes wide, and yet he is determined. He won't give in. You would think he would...its only hair we have bet, and anyone can see he is suffering. Still, he glances to the table on the right, where the can of shaving cream and the razor waits, to take the pubes of the loser. I can see him linger on it, thinking of giving up perhaps, but the prospect of what would follow is too much for him to take. Still, he's having trouble standing, and his balls are aching deep inside, a primal feeling really, and yet he tries to push through the pain and not give in to it. He's determined, I'll give him that, and so I wave and grin and then I take my position.

Everyone is rooting for me, and they are smiling and laughing as they watch me waiting, full of confidence and grinning as I do. I get into position, almost as if I'm anxious, and I push my legs wide apart and spread them so far that he can's miss seeing my sac. It's a hell of a target I'm giving him, and my friends watching stare and stare. My prick is three quarters hard, bouncing, which surprises me, but what-the-hell I ignore it and wait for him to make his move.

My sac hangs, as it always hangs....and the orbs inside are big and my bag is full. I have a smooth sac, and right now it makes a hell of a target. I put my hands to my head, and then, looking at one of the guys in the eye, I wink and grin as I wait for his hit. He's behind me, and while I can't see him I can sense when he starts to move.

SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Harder this time...who would have thought? I almost fall over...from the impact, and I feel my sac bounce forward, hard, and almost slap my belly before it falls back beneath my legs. I smile...and slowly turn around, and stare him down. He's looking, and I see the fear then, and I give him a wink. I laugh then, and he stares....swallows, and then after that we switch places and I wait for him to take up the position.

Again, I am looking at his ass, naked, the "V" in his back accentuating his muscles. Like me, he's a sophomore, nineteen, and his body is ripped. He's obviously proud of it, and he's worked it to perfection at the gym. Seems a pity almost. Well, he spreads his legs, and I see his balls, and it almost looks like they are bigger than they were. Swelling perhaps? It's hard to say, but they are sure hanging there, loose, his testicles dangling down beneath his legs. He spreads his feet apart, and Parker, our designated "referee" signals for him to spread them wider still. He does, until his feet are on the tape marks that have been put on the floor. I see his balls then, even more clearly, hanging down loose and ready and waiting. His hands go to his head, finally, and as soon as they are there I make my move.

WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!

My kick is hard, harder even than before, and he yells "URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as he buckles once again. He goes down like a rag doll....just folds up with the hit, and then he's on the floor and he's holding his balls, and grunting, and then as we all watch he pukes. He takes in some air, and pukes again, and everyone is laughing and I sense he is done.

"YOU GIVIN' UP NOW JUSTIN?" I asked.

He looks at me, and I see him hesitate. He looks at the can of shaving cream, and the razor and the bottle of baby oil, and then he staggers back to his feet. He tries to talk, but can't really, and so he motions me to turn around and I get the message. I laugh then, loud, and shrug my shoulders. I look down at his noodle, hanging limp as if it's trying to protect his balls as it hangs over them. I stare at his pubic hair and think about what it will be like to watch it be taken. The boy has a thick bush, a lot thicker than mine, and its dark brown like the rest of his hair. He's obviously proud of it, and as I contemplate my win I know it will be fun to watch his expression when we take it.

The consequences of the bet are significant, but not THAT significant. At least not to me they're not. Of course, we had all agreed on the rules before we had started. I guess if it wasn’t for the beer he might not have agreed to them. But now, well, it's just a matter of playing it out until he gives in. Once you give in, the gang of waiting friends will take your pubes, and then your wad, and after that the loser will be made to drink his own load. It might sound gross, but the idea is to make the loser pay. Just shaved and humiliated, that's the idea. But for a college man, nineteen, that’s pretty severe, and of course that's the idea. And, for him now, it's enough to keep him going.

Someone says "Justin's turn!" and it's almost like I can see his determination as he sets his face and prepares to kick me as hard as he can. He's looking at me, trying to see if he is getting to me at all, and from his expression I can tell he is determined to win this at all costs. I smile, and give him a wink and his face goes white. I've got him worried, and I know it.

I spin around, and jump into position, spreading my legs wide and far and placing my hands on my head without any hesitation. I wait, grinning, and everyone stares and I can see there is even some giggling.

SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

He moved fast, and it surprised me. I feel his kick, and he kicked hard and was determined and he gave it all that he had. I can feel all of it, the way his foot goes into the sac, the way it lifts up, fast, and the way the contents inside bounce. I laugh...really hard, and spin around and say "Ahhhhhhh, Justin...that was a good kick!" Then I laugh again...hard, and slap my thigh as I see him stare in disbelief.

He of course thinks I'm trying to hide my pain. Ball busting! It's my favorite game, and just like poker there is the bluff and the hold and the fold, and you have to know when to play your cards and when to throw in the chips and take the loss. Justin is in trouble and he knows it. Still, it's my turn now, and I see his lip quiver as he stares at my foot, the one I will kick him with. We have removed our shoes, as the rules require, but a foot can do a lot of damage and I know how to kick and I don't hold anything back.

I can see him staring, scared, and his mind seems to be racing. Perhaps he's going to quit? He's freaking, and the pain in his face makes it obvious that his balls are sending messages to his brain he can't believe. I can see him thinking....about to give in....he's about to give in and to lose his pubes. Our friends, who are watching, sense it too. Michael Ritter picks up the can of shaving cream, and Bobby has the razor and everyone is smirking. Matt picks up the baby oil, and when Justin sees that his face goes beet red and he swallows, and it's enough to make him change his mind. He shakes his head, and then he moves to the tape on the floor and again, takes up the position.

He's not in a hurry, but he slowly spreads his legs, and after he does he works his hands to the top of his head. I can see that his hands are shaking, and there is a twitch of nervousness in his thighs as well. He's scared, real scared, and yet he is in position and it's my turn once again.

I decide to make the most of it. I wait....and the room tension is so thick you can feel it. Then, as fast as I can and as hard as I can I literally run, as if I'm playing kickball or something, and I make my swing and my entire leg goes to his crotch.

WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

This time, I've kicked him so hard that he crumples, and he almost passes out. He's gasping for air and all he can do is hold his balls and do the dry heaves. He tries to sit up but cant. It's like he can't breathe, and everyone is laughing. He looks down at his balls, and he stares. His mouth is open, wide, and his expression is one of total disbelief. I've hit him, really hard, and he stares wide eyed at his balls as the feeling overwhelms him.

"I give.....oh GOD....oh GOD MY BALLS! FUCK....I QUIT....I GIVE" he says. Everyone laughs, and there is a thunderous applause for me as I through my arms high in the air and signal my win. Then, before he can react, they are on him, dragging him to the pool table where they will take his pubes. He screams, from pain, and I can see that his balls do look bruised. They are a very slight bluish color...and they are swelling. The others don't notice, but I do, as I am sensitive to it, and I can't help but grin. They hold him down, and soon enough the shaving cream is on his crotch and then before he can do anything Bobby's working the razor and stealing his pubes.

He grunts, and he lifts his hips and struggles.....and yet as they hold him down he is powerless to stop what is being done. I stare...laugh....and watch it happen....the feel of the win just making it all worth while. It doest take very long, and soon enough his crotch his bald. Smooth...baby smooth, and he jerks his hips up and down. Next, they work the shaving cream into his balls, and as they do he bucks his hips and fights the pain. His balls are way too sensitive to be shaved, and yet they shave them anyway, running the razor up and down and over his sac, even as he screams from pain as he feels their touch.

His sac is bruised, although the color change has just begun, and so nobody sees the obvious. I notice he grunts and jerks whenever someone touches it or his sac jiggles. Its obviously extremely sensitive to touch. The others don't notice, and once the shaving cream is wiped clean Matt squirts the baby oil over his genitals. He applies it liberally, and as the fluid pours over the cock and the shaved skin the teenager lifts his head and stares with disbelief.

Ryan has moved over to help, and he takes the teens cock and begins to massage in the oil as he rotates his fist. Everyone is laughing. The bet was for the hair and the wad, and now that his pubes are on the floor and he feels it being done to him his face goes red. You can tell he is just totally humiliated as another guy works his cock and everyone around watches and laughs. Ryan pumps his fist over the boy's limp cock, and as he does it starts to grow, in spite of the pain that is radiating from his nuts continuously and without let up. Ryan's fist goes up and down and up and down, faster and faster as he works Justin's meat.

Soon, the boy goes hard, and we all laugh at that. HE can't help it of course, even in spite of the pain in his nuts, and while everyone laughs and watches there is nothing he can do to stop what is happening. He fights, jerks his arms but they are being held, and so all he can do is buck his hips and arch his back. His legs are being held apart, and as he arches his back he pushes his cock up, and into and through the fist that is pumping it. He groans, and the feeling builds, and he starts to scream "NO" as he approaches the shot.

I have moved to the pool table to watch the spoils of my win. Justin is struggling, but he knows he has lost, and as he watches his cock being jerked he realizes there is nothing he can do but get the feeling, even if he would rather not. My own dick is actually hard, and as I look at it I am surprised to see it that way. Oh well, sex is not on the agenda, not for me its not.

Anyway, Justin is watching everything with his eyes open wide, and I reach out to take my prize. Ryan lets go, and gives me a nod, and then I grin and take Justin's cock into my fist. There is something fitting about the winner, holding the cock of the loser like he is some vanquished foe. He stares at me as I take his pole, jutting out from his smooth and bare skin, and then I start to pump his meat. I work his pole, up and down, and as I do Matt squirts more oil onto my hand and over the shaft I am pumping.

Justin groans as he feels the oil and my hand sliding up and down. I am going to steal his wad even as he fights to keep it. As I pump his cock I stare at his shaved balls, watching them, and they have that bluish tinge and I know they are hurting him. They wiggle up and down, jiggling at I work his pole, timed to my thrust as I pump his rod. His balls move up and down, with the jerk - jerk - jerk motion of my fist, and as they do he grunts and grunts and grunts, the pain shooting up through him that has no bounds.

Suddenly, he arches his back, and his nipples go to points. It is time. Matt has grabbed an empty beer glass, and is holding it on his stomach, and I point his cock up, along his belly so that the glass can be slid over the end of his rod. He grunts then, screams then, "Oh...OH SHIT....I"M GONNA SHOOT!!!!!" he says. Then he does.

As he begins to ejaculate his semen floods out of his cock, squirting into the beer glass in lines of cream....shot after shot, and pumping out with a fury. His load is very thick, and copious, but what catches my eyes is its pinkish color. The others don't notice, but I do, and I know there is blood in his cum as I watch him squirt and squirt.

His orgasm last for almost a minute and it’s a huge load and he knows it. Everyone now is laughing, and there is applause as he pumps out his goo. Finally, after he has emptied his nuts, Matt holds the beer class up and we all watch as he pours its contents into a shot glass, filling it to the top. You can see Justin's eyes bug out...as he stares at the big load and knows what is coming. Then, someone presses on the sides of his jaw, and his mouth goes open. They are forcing it wide open, and he can't stop them. I am handed the shot glass, the spoils from the loser, and I look him in the eyes and grin from ear to ear.

I reach down then, and take a hold of his sac, which is still warm and fat and oh-so-soft. He stares back, scared, and then I just move the glass to his mouth and turn it over, dumping his own load down his throat with a single, quick pour. It’s a final indignity, the ultimate in humiliation, and his eyes are wide and his face flushes red with the embarrassment.

At he same time he gags, and almost vomits, but he doesn’t and instead he swallows and then swallows again and then again one more time. While he is swallowing his load of semen, and everyone is watching, I take the opportunity to feel his nuts, and they aren't what they should be. I fondle his sac, and feel it....and immediately I know that it is done. The balls inside are mush, soft as jelly, and they are no longer really balls as you would describe them.

Yeah, I love ball busting. It’s a great game! I let go of his smashed balls then, and leave the table. As everyone watches Justin and laughs at the loser, I reach for my underwear and stuff my own silicon balls back into the pouch in my pants. Then, I pull up my jeans with a smile. He's a eunuch, and doesn’t know it yet. Well, so am I. There are some advantages and that thought makes me grin from ear to ear.

[Authors note: © Copyright March, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]