Football Bet

Any way my little brother and I lived in a small house with mom, dad had split a few years earlier and we were none the worse for it, mom had an okay job as the county visiting nurse and we got by fine. Mom actually worked for the state and did the “doctoring” for most of the really poor families in both counties.

Our house that was really a small farm, what you might call a hobby farm. There were a couple of fruit trees, chicken coop with a couple of dozen chickens, a big garden and best of all a creek that flowed into a great pond and swimming hole. Right next door was our best friends as kids, Troy who was my age and grade, Marcus about my brother’s age and Rosie the little sister. They lived on a more dilapidated version of our place and the creek formed the dividing line between there place and ours. Oh, by the way they were black.

We played for endless hours while growing up, Troy was my best friend. Marcus was my brother Jimmy’s best friend and we all tried to avoid Rosie at any cost, she was a pest as little girls can be to boys. When the weather was warm enough, usually from April to October, our favorite pastime was the swimming hole. We spent days, weeks and even months of our young lives by that creek and pond. We were generally safe from Rosie at the pond ‘cause her mom didn’t let her go by the water. It was generally just us guys. Naturally out in the middle of no place was would skinny-dip most times. This was true even into young adulthood. We learned how to jerk off together, compared growth, ball size, armpit hair and pubic hair development. Troy being black lived up to the stereotype…HUGH cock by the time he was 16 and added an inch more by 18.

We continued to compare our physical development till the end of college. I never caught up. Troy ended up maxing out at 10.5 uncut inches and fat as a beer can. I max’d at 8 cut inches with a big mushroom head with a veined thick shaft. Neither one of us was shy about anyone seeing us naked while growing up. My mom being a nurse she was very open and answered any questions. Once when we were 15 Troy and I had gotten into some poison oak while being careless around the pond and mom diagnosed and treated it for us. She put on rubber gloves and fully inspected Troy and me and then applied the cream. Troy got rock hard and oozed a puddle of pre-cum, I just got a half-hard-on. Mom took it in stride and said not to worry she’d seen it all and that we should be more careful ‘cause we were gonna really want to use these for their intended purpose in the next few years.

Well, when High School started Troy went to the school in his county and me to the one in mine. We both went out for our respective football teams and both ended up as quarterback. We stayed close friends even giving each other advise and attending games when our schedules didn’t conflict. Then in our senior year there was a conflict that developed. Troy’s High School and mine were going to play for the state championship in football for class “C” schools. This was the biggest thing to happen to either of us, our families and our respective towns. The football teams were being treated like gods. Girls through themselves at us, shops gave us stuff for free it was amazing.

The game was scheduled for Saturday night. There were no classes on Friday afternoon. Instead there was a pep rally in the early afternoon and then we all got to leave for the rest of the day. Me and my team headed over to my house for some fun and horsing around. Late in the afternoon we headed out into the field and ended up at the pond. It was unusually warm that day so I stripped and jumped into the water. Two minutes later the entire team was buck naked in the water, swinging on the tire tied to the tree and cannon balling into the not too cold water. I did notice that it was a bit colder than I was normally used to as there was some shrinkage. Not a half hour went by and we heard someone coming toward the pond. Turned out to be Troy and his team.

They stood on the shore for a couple minutes laughing at the pale white boys in the water. Then I made the mistake of getting out of the water and into Troy’s face, there had been more shrinkage. I took a sever ribbing. After a few minutes though Troy was stripping his clothes off and his teammates followed. Minutes later the water took it’s toll on the black boys. Nature is a great equalizer. We all ended up laying on the grass in the sun talking trash and bragging about shit that hadn’t really happened quite the way we were remembering.

Then we started bragging about how we were gonna beat each other the following night. Talk, testosterone and teenage horneyness caused boners to start popping up. This lead to the inevitable comparing cock size, ball size and bragging about payload. So, boys being boys jerking off soon followed. Nuts started emptying and shortly we had a winner. It was little Billy my team’s field-goal kicker. Billy was about 5’6” 135 lbs more of a gymnast build. He sported an average 6” and proportionate balls. His load was huge. It must have totaled 4 or 5 of the other guys, most of us were sort of embarrassed cause our loads seemed so small. Thankfully he was on my team and that started another round of bragging and posturing.

We wrangled back n’ forth with insults and challenges and then started betting. First the bets were money, then cars or cycles but that would have been a problem as our parents would know we had bet and coaches from colleges would surely find out. Then we started throwing out sexual services, but in the end none of us wanted to take any nut, or at least not admit it in public. Finally we had all gotten so hyped on our skills and prowess that Troy said “I’ll bet my left nut” we beat you. Instantly and insanely I said “I’ll go you better than that “boy” my whole team will bet their left nuts” before we knew it we had all shaken hands and the bet was on. I think we all really wanted to take it back but none of us had the balls to say it, the bet stood.

The next night we showed up for the game. Each team into it’s assigned lock room with the coaches. I don’t think any of us really heard the pep talk, we were thinking about winning and holding on to our balls.

The game started and went very well for us, at half time we were up by 2 touchdowns. We were cock-sure we were gonna keep our matched sets and get a trophy and parade besides.

We were too cocky. Three minutes until the end of the game and the score was 27 to 21, Billy had missed the last field goal. We had the ball and were intent on running out the clock.

I fumbled.

They scored, game tied.

We all looked at each other, we had to pull a rabbit out of hat, but fast.

The other team looked VERY serious.

We lined up for the field-goal attempt.

The snap.

The hold.

The kick.

The ball seemed to move at slow motion, it hung there in the air.

All heads and eyes watched, the stadium was stone quiet.

Then the referee’s arms went up, the extra point was good.

Tears ran down my face. My teammates were in shock. Troy’s team was beyond ecstatic.

As dictated by tradition each team walked in a line by the other an we shook or slapped hands. Troy and I were at the end of teams. When we got to each other we shook hands and embraced. Troy leaned in and said “next Saturday morning in the barn at his house, 9:00 am sharp, don’t be late, everyone there – don’t make us come and collect our bet” I weakly said “we’ll be there”

The next week was hell.

The guys started arriving at my house around 8:00 am on Saturday, everyone was nervous. Lots of speculation as to the fact that this wasn’t gonna really happen and that they were trying to scare us and just make us sweat it out. Maybe they would just punch us in the nuts or make up do some bizarre act.

10 minutes to 9:00 am I took the head, or should I say ball, count. All present and accounted for. We started the walk over to Troy’s.

Troy’s folks and sister had gone to visit his Grandparents for the weekend so his place was perfect. When we got to the barn I opened the man door and walked in first, their team was all there. They were quite and respectful but at the same time superior. We were somber.

We were ordered to strip and complied.

Then the lights were dimmed and a porno started playing on the far bare wall. Troy said we were being allowed the opportunity to shoot one last full load. Being teenage boys with porn playing it wasn’t long before we were all sporting wood and stroking fast and furious. The dirt floor was soon spotted with white sticky spooge. That all lasted about 15 minutes. The lights were turned up and we were told to form a line starting at the door to the tack room. I was told to get to the head of the line. Billy was pulled to the second spot, had he not missed the field goal the game would have gone into OT and the outcome could have been different. It was now really sinking in that this was gonna really happen.

Troy put his hand on my shoulder and directed me forward. I was crying.

The door opened and in I walked.

The room had been cleaned and there was a stainless steel table in the center of the room, rubbing alcohol and other assorted implements of castration.

I was told to lay on the table and spread my legs. My arms were pulled down and strapped to the table legs. My ankles were pulled under the table and cross-tied the leg on the opposite side of the table, I wasn’t gonna be able to move my legs at all. I was still thinking, hoping that this was an elaborate scheme and we would laugh about it later that morning.

Troy knew I was terrified. He came over and put his hand on my forehead. He said that they had talked about not going through with the nutting, but that a bet was a bet and men had to live by their word. I was crying, tears running down the side of my face and choked out “I know” and then “let’s get it over with, Troy”

He nodded his head and turned away. Then he said “we made a special arrangement, just so it is all safe”

He put a thick piece of leather in my mouth for me to bite down on and then opened the back door. The light nearly blinded me. All I could see was a dark shadow figure coming into the tack room. Then the figure came to the side of the table and laid a hand on my forehead and picked up my left nut with the other. Then the individual spoke. “You boys are so stupid, too much testosterone, maybe this will help settle you down”

I recognized the voice, the face became clear. It was MOM. She had been recruited to be the cutter. I sobbed and cried harder.

My balls were smooth, no hair at all so there would be no need to shave. I felt the coolness of rubbing alcohol. Then a numbing sensation, it was only a topical numbing only – no money or access to an inject able anesthetic. I sobbed unabated.

I felt the dull sensation of my sack being slit open, then Troy handed a small plastic bowl to my mom that she placed between my legs. Then she squeezed at the top of my left nut sack and I felt my nut pop free from it’s abode. Soon I heard a bit of a plop and then felt some tugging and the cold of more rubbing alcohol. My hands were then released and my legs freed. Two of the other team members then helped me out to the house.

Twenty-one balls were taken that day.

The next day I laid in bad all day. Jimmy didn’t know what was up. Later that night mom came up to check on my newly emptied sack, after having made the rounds at my teammates homes. After checking me out she called to Jimmy, he came into my room. Mom then said “Jimmy, I want you to learn a lesson from what your brother has done” he said “What did Tom do mom?” “Well, Jimmy, he let his macho ego get the best of him. He bet one of his balls on a stupid football game and lost”. With that she pulled the blanket back and showed my brother my once proud and complete package in it’s current and forever now on mutilated state. With that mom got up and said “you’ll be up and around in a day or two, just don’t do any heavy lifting or strenuous workouts” and then “night boys”

Jimmy stood there pale and speechless. I pulled the covers back over me and looked up at him. He was nearly white as a sheet and kept staring at the place in the blanket that now hid my mutilated genitals. I said “Jimmy, I’ll be okay I still got my right nut” A tear ran down Jimmy’s cheek, he started to tremble. Then he choked out “Tommy, Tommy, I made a bet too. I bet Marcus that my soccer team would beat his team nest Saturday”

I said “What did you bet him Jimmy, what did you bet”

Jimmy was quiet for a few moments.

He then choked out “both” his voice was shaking “Tommy, I bet them both”