“Sup’, guys?” Jason said, entering the dorm room that he shared with four other eighteen-year-old college freshmen. One of his roomies was sitting on a kitchen chair dressed in only his underwear, holding a pillow across his face. His legs were spread wide apart and another guy, blindfolded, was standing across the room ready to lob a tennis ball towards the unprotected crotch of the guy on the chair.

“Nutball, Man, it’s the new Olympic sport,” Clay answered as Robbie overhanded the tennis ball towards Gary, bouncing it off of the boy’s chest. “Were choosing who gets the bedroom to himself next term. Each guy gets three throws, and then he sits on the chair and another guy gets three throws at him. You’re up next.”

“Fuck no!” Jason answered immediately. “It looks kind of faggy to me. Besides, a good shot to the balls might put a guy out of commission for a while, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah right, like your really needing your balls anyway,” Clay commented. They both knew the score there. All five of the roommates had been lured to the college by the excellent scholastic programs and the extremely reasonable tuition rates. The deluxe accommodations had been another selling point. Instead of the barrack-like dorms with community bathrooms and a cafeteria common to other institutions, Clemton College had tiny three bedroom apartments that gave each guy his own bedroom and a bathroom and kitchen that he only had to share with two other guys. They neglected to point out that the fire last year had rendered one whole wing uninhabitable and that bunk beds had been installed in the other units to effectively double their occupancy. Now the tiny units designed for three people housed double that number. Clay and Jason were lucky in that regard, as one of their assigned roomies was shacked up with his girlfriend and they only had five guys in their unit.

The other thing that pissed the boys off was the totally shitty social situation. The school was located in a hick town in the middle of nowhere, and although the college was officially coed there were less than forty female students in the whole four-year school. Some of those were absolute pigs and the ones that weren’t had been quickly snapped up by the football and basketball jocks and the rich kids with the neat wheels and big entertainment budgets. Jason and his roommates had neither cars nor a lot of money for entertainment and they were stuck in a town that was a long bus ride away from home and available girls.

“The last ass I got was when I went home for Thanksgiving,” Jason finally admitted. “Fact is, I don’t even know for sure if Old Willie still even works.”

“Old Willie is so used to your hand he wouldn’t know what to do with a real live pussy anyway,” Vince, the other roommate, interjected. “Since Jason moved in with me I haven’t gotten hardly any sleep. His damned bedsprings squeak all night long.”

That comment caused the normally taciturn Jason to blush. So what if he jacked off at night? Big deal. The other guys did it too, but they hogged the damned bathroom instead. Gary was the lucky one; he had won the draw and had a bedroom to himself this term. He could do any damn thing he wanted without getting heckled by the others.

“Strike two!” Clay announced as the ball bounced harmlessly off of the pillow covering Gary’s face. Robbie removed his blindfold to re-orient himself before putting it back in place and giving the ball another hard toss.

“Bull’s-eye!” Clay said as the ball smacked Gary squarely in the nuts, sending him spinning off on the chair onto the floor where he promptly curled himself into the fetal position, hands clamped to his crotch. “We have a finalist!”

Jason thought that Gary was hamming it up a little rolling around the floor like that. Hell, it was only a tennis ball and Robbie hadn’t even thrown it that hard. Even a direct hit shouldn’t disable a guy like that. Still, he wasn’t about to let anyone hit him in the nuts with anything, even a harmlessly tossed tennis ball. “I’ll pass,” he said. “I’d rather just share a room again instead of taking a nutshot.”

“Chicken!” Clay challenged, “bawk, bawk, bawk.” The room soon echoed with the sound of a chicken coop as the other boys took up the insulting chant. Even the rapidly recovering Gary joined in, and now that he could stand and walk again it was obvious that his shorts were tented out with an erection.

“Okay, shitheads, you win! I’ll play.” Jason finally conceded. “How’s the scoring work?”

“Basically it’s odd man wins,” Clay answered. “If just one guy takes a hit, then he wins. If just one guy doesn’t take a hit, then he wins. If three guys take hits they go to round two. Right now Gary is the only one that has taken a hit. Only you and Vince are left. Fair Enough?”

“I guess so,” Jason finally admitted, although he still didn’t completely understand the logic. Vince hiked up his baggy boxers to define the target area, and then sat down on the chair, spread his legs, and covered his face with the pillow. Jason stood against the wall, made a couple of practice wind-ups, then pulled the blindfold down and tossed the tennis ball towards Vince. It hit the wall two feet away from the seated boy. His next try bounced off of Vince’s chest. He lined up carefully for his last lob, pulled down the blindfold, and let fly. He could hear Vince’s holler of pain even before Clay called out the results, and he raised his blindfold to see the other boy slumped forward in the chair, face while, and hands clenched to his belly.

“Five minute break!” Clay announced, giving Vince time to catch his breath and get back on his feet. Jason would have chickened out at this point and conceded the match had there been any way possible to gracefully do so. He had just seen two guys take shots to their nuts, and even though it didn’t seem to him like that big of deal they both put on a hell of a show. Like all other guys, Jason had taken a few thumps himself through the years, and he knew that although a pop in the nuts hurt like a bitch it wears off pretty fast and no permanent damage occurs. He finally sat down on the chair and spread his legs. His rather tight jockey shorts left no doubt as to where the target area lay.

He placed the protective pillow in front of his face and tried to relax. He couldn’t see or hear anything and didn’t even know that Vince had tossed the ball until he was literally knocked from the chair as the sudden tremendous pain and pressure in his balls sucked the strength from his muscles. He was so stunned that he couldn’t even cry out. He had been hit in the balls before, of course, but before he had always seen the blow coming and had time to steel himself against the expected pain. This was completely different.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Clay announced grandiosely, “We have our finalists! Stay tuned for round two!”

As the pain in Jason’s balls gradually migrated to his belly and finally subsided he became aware that he had an erection. It wasn’t the rock-hard woody associated with coitus or a blowjob, but it was still a boner. That kind of surprised him, and when he was finally able to stand upright he modestly concealed it behind his hands.

“Gentlemen, start your engines!” Clay was really hamming it up now. “Round two of the World Nutball Championship will now begin!

The rules had changed for round two, Jason noted. Clay, reading from a card he had gotten somewhere, told them that this round was to be played with a baseball. Jason was ready to pull the plug on the whole deal when Clay also told them that the ball had to be delivered backward over the shoulder of the pitcher, who was not required to wear a blindfold and could use a small hand mirror for guidance and ranging. The target was now allowed to use a couch cushion for chest protection as well as the pillow to cover his face, and was now seated on the chair nude with everything hanging out. Also, each pitcher now had five throws instead of three.

Gary quickly shed his skivvies, flexed his muscles a couple of times, and finally took a seat. It was inevitable that five guys in a crowded apartment would occasionally see each other nude, but Gary’s cock and balls were a familiar sight to the other boys. He was the only one of the five that had been an athlete and he was proud of the body he had developed competing in high school track and field events. When they had first moved in together he flaunted it a lot, laying around the living room even taking a seat at the dinner table bare-assed until the others got on him about it and demanded that he at least wear skivvies in the kitchen and living room. Jason didn’t think Gary was all that well hung, and he figured if it came right down to a contest he would have him beat. He’d quit doing shit like comparing cock length while he was still in junior high, but Gary still acted like a young adolescent.

Vince picked up the baseball and hand mirror and walked across the room to the designated firing line. He held the mirror unsteadily in his left hand, and finally tossed the ball over his left shoulder, hitting the floor four feet from the chair. He tried three more times, improving with each throw, and Jason realized that although it was a lot harder than it looked Vince would probably eventually get the hang of it. Vince finally loosed his last throw, and although it was obvious to Jason that it would miss, he suddenly blurted out “it’s going in!” causing Gary to suddenly pull his legs together and grab for his crotch even as the ball harmlessly hit the floor.

“ Interference! Take another throw!” Clay announced once the laughter had died down.

“Asshole!” Gary muttered to Jason as he pulled the pillow back up over his face. Vince carefully lined up and took his last throw, and aided by the extra practice shot the ball flew true into Gary’s unprotected crotch.

This time Jason didn’t think that Gary was faking or overreacting as he rolled around on the floor. It hadn’t been a hard throw, but the baseball had a lot more mass than the tennis ball and it had landed exactly in the center of Gary’s proudly displayed scrotum. Gary finally stood up and Jason noticed that this time the boy was neither strutting nor sporting a boner.

Gary stumbled into his bedroom and slipped on a tight jockstrap and then flopped down on the sofa while Vince shed his skivvies and took the hot seat. There was a little bit of good-natured ribbing, as Vince’s luxuriant pubic bush nearly concealed the seated boy’s genitals from view. Jason didn’t really care if he nailed Vince or not; all he wanted was for the game to be over with and a winner announced. He was determined to do his best though, and he carefully lined up and lobbed the baseball over his shoulder five times, never once coming close to the intended target.

“Get ready to ache, Asshole,” Gary commented as Jason stripped down and assumed the chair for the last round. Although he had no intention of nailing them, Gary couldn’t help but notice what a fine target Jason’s balls made. They were on the large side anyway and the recent bop with the tennis ball had caused a slight swelling, so now they flopped outward on the hard wood seat of the chair just almost begging to be smacked. Gary had been nailed and Vince hadn’t, so all he had to do was miss five times and he’d automatically become the odd man, and therefore the winner. He did want to fuck with Jason a little though, as still resented Jason’s antics that allowed Vince the extra throw that had connected.

Gary waited until Jason placed the pillow in front of his face, and then reached up to the bookshelf to retrieve his high school trophy. Holding his finger to his lips to ensure the silence of the others, he picked up the four inch diameter brass ball engraved with his name and pointed to a spot on the floor a couple of feet in front of Jason. He hefted the twelve-pound ball a couple of times, and then lobbed it in a gentle arc toward the point he had indicated. Gary had excelled at the shotput in high school, and although that sport was for maximum distance he knew he could precisely control the ball in the twelve feet that separated him from Jason. He had been working out with the college team, hoping for a spot on the roster next spring, and his arm was in excellent condition. The only problem was that the collegiate shot weighs sixteen pounds instead of twelve, like he used in high school and the one that now sailed with a slight bit of excess velocity towards the unsuspecting Jason.

Jason wondered what was taking Gary so long to make his first toss, and had just about decided to lower his pillow and look, when someone hollered “OH SHIT!” The ball brushed the end of Jason’s cock before crashing into his sagging testicles and on through the wooden chair seat and onto the floor, destroying not only his testicles but also the chair, and putting a large dent in the vinyl floor covering and shaking loose some plaster from the ceiling below.

“Well, I guess that settles it,” Clay said as the paramedics loaded the neutered teenager onto the gurney. “Vince gets the bedroom next term.”