Father & Son

JERRY HAD never liked his old man much. Ever since he could remember he had beaten him when he had returned from a drunken bout at the neighborhood saloon on weekends. Besides, he was a powerfully built, muscular hunk, crude and rough and almost totally unaware and uncaring about his son's artistic temperament. His mother had understood, but she had left years before. Not that Jerry was any wimp! He had been out for track and gymnastics and was all-city champion on the swim team. Actually, what had attracted him to swimming was more the opportunity to see all those beautiful bodies of his team mates as they stripped down and the ability to wear those almost transparent speedo briefs at meets. All of this was lost on his crude slob of a father.

It all came to a head late on Saturday night when Jack had come home stinking drunk and eager for a fight. As usual, he went to Jerry's room and woke him up for some fun and games. "Fun and games" for Jack were punching Jerry around for an hour until he got tired or passed out, which ever came first. Jerry was roused from a sound sleep and found himself being yanked out of bed and dragged to the front room. His father pulled him up to a semi-standing position and gave him a belt to the belly that brought Jerry to full consciousness and sent him sprawling to the floor on his ass. "Hey! You gonna just lie there and take it like a stupid nerd? Ain't you got no fuckin' balls?" Suddenly, Jerry felt a rage he had never felt before. Something snapped in his brain, and before his father knew what was happening, he lunged at his knees and brought him down on the floor. In a moment they were grappling in earnest: pounding, grabbing, scratching at each other's sweaty bodies.

At first his father had the advantage of his greater weight and experience. Jerry felt himself being pinned to the floor with his father's strong left arm while his right hand slapped him in the face. But then, he suddenly realized something: He was nearly a man now no longer the skinny little kid he always felt himself to be. With a sudden lunge, he wrestled free of his father's hold and brought his fist up full force into his father's soft beer-belly. Both the surprise and the force of the blow stopped Jack in his tracks. The surprise turned to drunken rage as he tore into Jerry. "You little shit! Think you're gonna whip your old man, huh? A real MAN? I'll show you how MEN fight!"

Jack fell upon Jerry with a fury, giving him a vicious uppercut to the jaw which sent Jerry's head bouncing into the floor, followed by a left karate chop to the throat which left him choking. Quickly regaining his breath, Jerry grabbed Jack with a bear hug and the two rolled around on the floor, knocking over the lamp table and the floor lamp, each seeking an advantage. Jerry more than made up for his lack of weight with youthful grace and quickness. His gymnast training was giving him the edge. While he held Jack with his left arm across his throat, he directed punch after punch into his ribs and kidneys. After another full-force blow to the gut, Jack knew that for the first time he was in real danger of losing to his son. His whole concentration was now on gaining the upper hand and settling the matter once and for all. He was GOING to win, no matter how! Jerry was straddling him, delivering punch after punch to his mid-section when Jack reached up from the rear and flashed his hands between Jerry's spread legs and went for the full vulnerable basket pouched in his tight cotton briefs. His fingers slid quickly up the smooth thighs until they grasped the bunched testicles held within the cotton confines. Jerry felt the hand groping him in the groin, but never thought that his father would actually deliver such a low blow to his son. In a split second, he knew better! A terrible, radiating pain went through his crotch as Jack grabbed him squarely by the balls and pulled and twisted. He struggled frantically to free his genitals from the torturing fist. Instead, Jack's fist tightened around the delicate organs, the finger nails digging into the scrotum dragging the testicles to their limits and increasing the awful pressure. Jerry wildly went for his father's face and throat and scratched and dug at his eyes and Adams apple in a desperate effort to free his manhood from Jack's drunken grasp. A sharp slash to the throat followed by a gouge to his left eyeball caused Jack to relinquish his grip. The two now rolled over and over, each grasping for any advantage over the other. In his rage, Jack had gone over completely to his street-fighting days: to win at all costs and with whatever low blows it took! His huge knee slammed into Jerry's unprotected groin, sending the balls reeling upwards and sending shock waves into his body. It caught Jerry completely by surprise. He had never experienced such dirty fighting, but he now realized that he was going to have to forget everything about fair fighting and rules and go for any advantage. In his drunken excitement, Jack had left himself open to attack. He was on one knee, about to get up from Jerry's prostrate body, when Jerry saw his chance, sending a vicious blow full force into his father's defenseless crotch. He got an unbelievable thrill from the feeling of his fist connecting with the softness of his father's genitals, feeling the balls give in their heavy-hanging sac to the force of his blow. He suddenly realized how much he had always secretly wanted to nail his father where he lived! Unman the son of a bitch!

They went after each other with wild fury: Jerry from years of abuse and hatred, Jack from a drunken sadistic personality. Freed from any restraint, Jerry went for his father's nuts! With a roar of defiance, he went in with both hands, grasping, digging, squeezing at the enormous bulge his father was always so proud of showing. With a single, wild wrenching grip, he tore the zipper apart from the worn jeans, exposing the delicate, pouched genitals in their sung, warm briefs. The waist band ripped and Jack felt his pants slipping from his body. Jerry was looking directly at his father's groin. With an almost super human hatred, he lunged again at those symbols of manhood, determined to emasculate him! His fingers tore at the fleshy scrotum, found the left testicle in its sac, and seized it, pulling and squeezing the sensitive egg. Jack's voice erupted in an animal roar of pain and rage. He struck back at his son's vulnerable spots. His hands sought Jerry's handsome face and scratched deep gashes down his cheeks, then went for the vulnerable eyes to gouge and blind him. But Jerry wriggled loose and stood up and tried to escape. Jack lunged forward, but tripped on his pants binding his ankles. He reached up in desperation and caught the waist band of Jerry's white briefs and pulled with all his might. Jerry felt himself falling and at the same time felt the safety of his briefs slipping inexorably down his legs, allowing his low-slung, dangling balls to plop out of their protective pouch. Jack reached up from the front with his right hand and from the rear with his left and went for the nuts. Both hands met at their target and began pulling Jerry down by his testicles! Jerry desperately kicked at his father's body. One blow caved in two ribs on his right side; a second caught him in the solar plexus; still another found the center of his beer-belly. As he slipped to the floor, a final vicious kick caught Jack squarely in the nuts, doing real damage to his right testicle. They now rolled around in fury. It was Jack's turn to have his briefs ripped to shreds, to feel his eggs plop forth in unprotected danger as his son went in for the kill. Both men were now completely naked to one another's attacks as they seized each other in a sweaty embrace. In a 69 position, each one's most prized possessions were at the other's mercy. They tore at each other's genitals trying to gain a deadly advantage. Each knew somehow that it was to be a fight to the finish! Jack forced himself on top of Jerry's young body and delivered punch after devastating punch directly into the defenseless balls. Jerry shrieked in agony as he felt his manhood being destroyed, pounded to mush. With a supreme effort born of desperation, he reached up through Jack's legs, found the dangling ball sac swinging heavily, and grasped it with both hands. His fingers found a huge testicle in each hand and went in with a double nut claw. An animal scream erupted from Jack's mouth as he frantically tried to escape from the agonizing pain at his spread crotch. Jerry flipped him over on his ass and subdued him with a violent katate chop to the throat, crushing his larynx. As his father strangled and struggle for air, Jerry again went for his nuts. Both hands found a testicle clenched within the tightening fingers. Slowly he pulled down and out with each hand. The balls were pulled down to the bottom of their sac, their cords straining from his crotch. He squeezed and twisted! The skin of the sac began to rip along the seam separating the balls. With a piercing scream, Jack felt his testicles begin to collapse, the hard outer shell crush into pulp. First the left and then the right one popped. A final twisting wrench ruptured the cords holding the testicles to his groin. An involuntary final orgasm squirted hot sperm over both their bodies. Jerry had won. Jack lay castrated at his feet.

He was free from his father's domination forever!