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Ball Punching Brother

20 December, 2016 (14:36) | hot gay sex, Uncategorized | By: Gaysexstories

by Little Bob (address withheld)

***

A story about ball busting sport and the joy of getting 
it in the nuts repeatedly. (MM, v)

***

Bob is a little guy only 5'6" and 140 pounds, but he 
loves to fight and the dirtier the better. He works out 
at a boxing gym in a sleazy part of town. It is a small 
gym frequented mostly by Hispanics, some blacks and 3 
or 4 Anglos. The action in the ring is unusually rough 
partly because the "ref" doesn't care but mainly 
because the fighters like that way. Some of the 
fighters revel in using low blows against another boxer 
and winning fights with them.

Bob is one of the best low punchers in the gym and all 
of the other fighters has felt the force behind his 
ball shots even though they wear "foulproof cups." 
Several of the Mexican boxers really get off on trading 
low blows with another fighter. They fight as often as 
they can in the ring with just a jock no cup. When Bob 
tangles with them, he too doesn't wear a cup. He 
usually wins by out fouling them and absorbing more 
ball shots than they can. 

Bob has been fighting for as long as he can remember, 
being from the wrong side of the tracks. The neighbor 
in the poor part of Chicago where he was raised, it was 
either fight or die, so Bob learned to fight at an 
early age, about 9 to be exact. He had an older 
brother, Mike, who was 2 years older than himself and 
also had learned to fight at a young age. 

Mike and Bob often rough housed together and were quick 
to learn about the weak points of the human body, the 
eyes, throat, nerve centers and their balls. Mike was 
on the high school boxing and football teams and he 
often got to put his knowledge to practical use. Going 
for the other's balls whenever possible taught both of 
them how to protect their family jewels and how to 
crack the other guy's nuts. They kept up their 
brotherly fights until Mike graduated from high school 
and joined the marines when he was 19. 

While Mike was in the marines he often wrote Bob about 
the fights in the barracks and showers. He explained 
them in great detail, how similar they were to the way 
that he and Bob had practiced. And how the winner was 
the one that got to the other's balls first, either 
with his hand, knee or foot, with a nut cracking claw 
being the most common and effective. The marines had to 
be careful when they fought because the D.I.'s might 
put them in the brig or have them discharged. 

When Mike was on leave he returned home to be with Bob. 
They talked long into the nights about the fights that 
they had either gotten into and won (they never lost), 
and what tactics they had used to defeat their 
challengers. When they weren't reminiscing they were 
fighting, with Mike showing Bob some of the new tricks 
that he had learned. But they both concentrated on each 
other's balls, punches, kicks and nut claws all being 
freely used. 

Both of them had tough nuts and even the marines 
couldn't change that. They both got off with their 
renewed ball bashing and as they traded stories of 
their fights. For two weeks they continued to work out 
and work each other's balls over. Continuing their ball 
toughing and fighting techniques. 

After Mike had returned to the Marine base, Bob had 
found the boxing gym. He had joined it with the hope of 
learning how to box, but it didn't take him long to 
find out who were the ball bashers amongst the members. 
When Mike called late one night, Bob told him of his 
discovery, a boxing gym where fighters actually 
practiced dirty fighting tactics and used them openly. 

Mike's cock sprang to attention when he heard this and 
made Bob promise to take him there on his next leave. 
Bob eagerly agreed. It would be two months before Mike 
would get another 2 week leave, but he couldn't get the 
thoughts of fighters openly fighting for the other's 
balls. 

Bob was working out 3 times a week, keeping in great 
shape, and practicing his favorite pass time punching 
another man in the balls. The constant challenges and 
no blows barred fights made him very aggressive and he 
was thankful that Mike had trained him so well. He 
reminded Mike of this every time they exchanged letters 
or phone calls. 

Mike was glad that his little brother had learned his 
lessons so well and was putting them to good use. There 
was a large variety of sparing partners at the gym but 
Bob gravitated towards those that fought the dirtiest. 
He became friends with several of them, three of the 
dirtiest Mexican fighters. All four enjoy sneaking up 
on each other and punching the other's balls with their 
fist, gloved or not. They enjoy feeling their knuckles 
dig into another man's balls and watching him double up 
in agony. 

Bob always beat the others but even Bob would succumb 
to a solid well placed ball shot occasionally. He 
recovered more quickly than the others because his nuts 
had been toughened by years of low blow fighting with 
his brother, starting in junior high school. Bob and 
the three Mexicans have also had private bare knocks 
low blows only bouts after hours, in jocks without 
cups. Frequently they have had to stop and allow their 
hard-ons to subside before continuing. 

Bob got a hard-on every time he unsuspectingly got it 
in the balls, in the locker room, shower or in the gym, 
but not in the ring or during real fight. In a real 
fight he gets rock hard only after he has punched the 
other guy's balls into submission. 

The four ball bashers traded off fighting with each 
other until the competition reached the point that they 
decided to schedule a "championship" fight. The "rules" 
were simple, NONE. Anything goes, no gloves, no cups or 
jocks and no fouls, just two naked studs fighting it 
out bare knucks to see who was the best and dirtiest 
fighter. 

Secretly they talked to anyone who looked interested, 
with more that ten competitors it would take several 
weeks before the final bout. The four ball bashers 
wrecked havoc on the less talented dirty fighters. Low 
blows rained supreme with the upper cut between the 
legs being the best and most destructive, followed by 
the knee lift. Fighter after fighter was eliminated 
until it came done to Bob and Pedro. 

Bob and Pedro had fought many times before. Bob had 
never lost, but Pedro usually put up a hell of fight. 
Bob never escaped unscathed, Pedro always managed to 
sink his fist into Bob's balls several times during 
their bouts. But he never knocked him out with a ball 
shot or cracked his nuts. In the locker room or showers 
they always traded ball shots, their bare knuckles 
slamming into each other's balls no matter who was 
there or watching. 

But now everything was on the line, "The Dirtiest 
Fighter of the Gym," and the looser's ass. All of the 
challengers were present, it was warm tonight and they 
were all stripped to waist. Their hard muscular bodies 
shimmering with a light layer of sweat that washed over 
their solid pecs and washboard stomachs, to drip into 
their jocks and shorts. 

The crowd is getting restless. Most are adjusting their 
battered balls in their tight jocks and stroking their 
hard dicks in anticipation of the hottest fight of the 
year. Bob and Pedro climb into the ring, face each 
other and slowly remove their robes exposing their 
naked bodies. Their hard cocks are pointing towards 
ceiling and their balls are hanging loosely between 
their hard muscular legs. Their cocks sway from side to 
side as they step to the center of the ring. 

The bell rings, there is only one round without time 
limit or a finish. Bob and Pedro circle each other 
slowly until Bob throws a left jab and follows it up 
with his right instep. Pedro is caught off guard as 
Bob's instep slams into his crotch, and smashes his 
balls. 

Fortunately for Pedro his balls have grown tougher over 
the last two months because Bob and his interest in low 
blows. As Pedro starts to fold up Bob steps forward and 
throws an upper cut aimed at Pedro's chin, but Pedro's 
straight left reaches his balls first. Pedro's knuckles 
slam into Bob's balls and they are both in mild agony. 

Bob recovers first as usual. He jumps behind Pedro, 
pushes his shoulder forward making Pedro loose his 
balance and spread his legs. Bob takes immediate 
advantage of Pedro's luckless position and hammers an 
upper cut between his legs. Bob's fist connects with 
Pedro's balls. His knuckles dig into Pedro's soft 
flesh, slamming them forward and against his stiff 
dick. 

Pedro falls on his face, his hands riveted to his 
crotch, clutching his balls. Pedro is in big trouble 
but this fight isn't over yet. The crowd is screaming, 
half for Pedro to get up and half for Bob to finish him 
off. All of them have one hand shoved deep into their 
trunks, clutching their balls in sympathy with Pedro 
and squeezing their balls vigorously while they stroke 
their hard cocks. Bob is going finish of Pedro as 
quickly as possible. He likes Pedro. He wants to beat 
Pedro but he doesn't want to totally destroy his 
manhood unless absolutely necessary. Bob is going to 
win or so he thinks. 

Pedro his still on his knees, his balls are on fire. 
Bob straddles his left leg and takes aim with his right 
hand, preparing to drive another upper cut to Pedro's 
hanging fruit. Pedro sees Bob's feet, one on each side 
of his left leg, suddenly Pedro snaps his left heel up. 
Pedro's aim is a little off but his heel connects with 
Bob's crotch and balls. Bob falls backwards and lands 
on his butt. Now his hands are tightly pressing against 
his balls and clutching his hurt nuts. 

Pedro turns to face Bob, they are both on their knees. 
Their hands are cupping their racked balls, but their 
eyes are trained on the other's manhood. Slowly they 
crawl towards each other, until they are almost nose to 
nose. Bob is the first to strike. He drives his fist 
into Pedro's groin seconds before Pedro strikes his 
balls. They are now trading punch for ball busting 
punch. 

Their knuckles are digging into the other's manhood, as 
they use their left hands go grab the other by the neck 
to brace themselves as their assault continues. Again 
and again they trade punches, their fists slamming into 
inflamed tissue. Instead of just straight punches, Bob 
twists his fist on impact and grinds his knuckles into 
Pedro's balls. Pedro his grinding Bob's nuts as well 
and even Bob's tough nuts are beginning to swell from 
the constant hammering. 

Both Bob and Pedro are suffering from agonizing pain as 
their balls are bashed and smashed. Bob's superior 
conditioning saves him, with one last mighty right 
upper cut to Pedro's balls, Bob knocks him out. Pedro 
collapses in a heap of ball busted fighter, his manhood 
will take two weeks to recover. 

Bob is declared the victor. As he stands over the still 
unconscious Pedro, Bob starts to pump his mighty cock. 
He runs his hand over its entire length until his 
battered and bruised balls release their scrambled load 
of cum to spatter on the prostrate Pedro. It takes Bob 
one week to recover from the championship fight. When 
he returns to the gym he is hailed a hero and presented 
with a gold plated cup, the engraving reads "To the 
toughest pair of balls in the world!" 

But today there is a new face in the gym, Steve, a 6' 
185 pound blond haired blue eyed hunk. He has heard of 
the gym from his friends and he wants to find out for 
himself just how "bad" these fighters are, and be 
initiated into their ranks. 

Steve enjoys a good street fight where there are no 
fouls and anything goes. Fighting dirty has been second 
nature to him ever since he got jumped by punkers when 
he was still in grade school. They beat him up real 
bad, blacking both of his eyes, punching his gut, 
kicking him in the balls repeatedly but not breaking 
any bones or doing him any permanent damage. Several 
weeks later when he had recovered they jumped him 
again. But this time they were in for a big surprise, 
Steve's older brother.

Jeff had taught him a few tricks on how to defend 
himself. Jeff was on the high school varsity water polo 
and wrestling teams. In both sports your balls are 
protected only by a thin layer of cloth and they get 
worked over frequently by an opponent. Jeff likes 
having another stud go for his balls, then he has an 
excuse for attacking their balls unmercifully until 
they submitted. 

Jeff loved to get into cock and ball fights. He has 
beaten so any of the other jocks in school that very 
few of them will fight him. But when they do fight, 
everyone circles around to watch and get a roaring hard 
on, as the two jock studs go for each other's low 
hanging balls. 

They slap, punch, grab, and kick each other's balls 
until one either quits or gets knocked out. When Steve 
got beat up, Jeff cared for him. But when Steve showed 
Jeff his young tender balls and what the three punks 
had done to him, Jeff went into a rage. Jeff wanted to 
take the three apart all by himself, but Steve said "I 
want to be there and help!" That is when Jeff began to 
teach Steve how to fight. Jeff stripped and told Steve 
to fondle his low slung balls, to feel the tough 
leather sac that held and protected them. 

When Jeff said "Now punch my balls as hard as you can 
with your fist." Steve was caught off guard by his 
brother's strange request, and only tapped Jeff's balls 
lightly. Jeff looked at Steve, grabbed his balls 
roughly, and said "You can do better than that. Now 
punch my balls, hard! Or I'll make you even sorrier 
than you are now!" 

Steve punched Jeff's balls again and again, while Jeff 
continued to grip his balls. He drove his fists harder 
and harder into Jeff's balls until they were swinging 
wildly between his legs almost reaching the crack of 
his ass. Steve was watching Jeff's face for a sign of 
pain, but all he saw was pleasure, as cum began to drip 
from Jeff's now rigid cock. Jeff straddled Steve's legs 
and ordered his brother to kick him between the legs. 

Steve was starting to enjoy working on his brother's 
manhood while Jeff continued to squeeze and knead his 
balls. Steve soon realized that Jeff was in second 
heaven as he bashed away at his balls. When Jeff's ram 
rod cock shot cum all over Steve's naked gut and chest, 
they both sighed in relief. Jeff laid down on the bed 
next to his little brother and released his balls. 

Then Jeff rubbed the cum all over Steve's tight young 
body and fondled his battered balls. Jeff said "As soon 
as you are well, I'm going to toughen your balls like 
mine, teach you how to fight and then we'll take care 
of those three punks that jumped you!" 

Steve recovered sufficiently in three days that Jeff 
began training his brother. Steve had always looked up 
to Jeff and now his brother was going to teach him all 
that he had knew, especially dirty fighting and ball 
bashing. For two weeks Jeff and Steve worked out 
together secretly, after school in the park and at 
night in their basement were Jeff had built his own gym 
and training arena. Steve learned quickly, because Jeff 
was a good instructor, and they both enjoyed being 
close to each other. 

After the two weeks Steve was not as good as his 
brother but he was well on his way to equaling him. 
They both got frequent hard-ons from their fights, and 
they took turns getting each other off. Steve had fully 
recovered from the earlier beating. Jeff knew that 
Steve had learned how to fight well enough, so they 
went after the three who had attacked Steve. 

Jeff followed Steve as he walked into the same area 
where he had been attacked. It didn't take long to find 
the three bullies, and one of them stood up and blocked 
Steve's way. The other two stood up and surrounded the 
smaller Steve as Jeff closed from behind. They began 
pushing Steve between themselves, when suddenly Steve 
punched the biggest one in the balls. 

The uppercut caught the punk by surprise and he bent 
over in agony, clutching his balls. The other two punks 
grabbed Steve's arms and held him up. Steve kicked at 
their legs but he couldn't reach their balls with his 
foot. Jeff came up behind the punk on Steve's right and 
jammed his hand between his legs. Jeff slapped his 
balls with a resounding smack and dug his fingers into 
the levis clad groin.

Jeff squeezed the punk's balls, slipped a half nelson 
on him and picked him up by his crotch adding to the 
force attacking his balls. This broke the hold on 
Steve's right arm. Steve spun to his left and swung his 
knee around the punk's right leg and slammed it into 
his balls. Then Steve grabbed the punk in a bear hug 
and pumped his right knee into his crotch and balls, 
again and again. The two big punks were crying in pain 
as the two brothers worked their balls over. 

Jeff continued to squash the one's punk's balls with 
his strong fingers while his brother switched from 
using his knee to using his hand. Steve drove his hand 
into the waist of punk's levis, shoving it deeply into 
his crotch. When Steve found his balls, he too dug his 
fingers into the punk's sac, using the nut claw that 
Jeff had shown and demonstrated on him many times. The 
third punk had recovered form Steve's nut cracking 
upper cut and seeing his two buddies in big trouble 
charged at Jeff. 

Steve saw him first and lashed out with an instep kick 
that landed between his legs and slammed into his 
balls. The impact lifted the punk off of the ground. 
Jeff rotated the punk that he was holding by the balls 
and slammed him down over his bent knee and knocked the 
wind out of him, then he turned his attention on the 
third punk. 

Steve's kick had knocked most of the fight out of him 
but Jeff was going to finish him off. The third punk 
was bent over clutching his aching gonads when Jeff 
drove an upper cut into his hands and smashed them into 
his balls again. Jeff moved quickly behind the third 
punk, shoved his hand into his levis and found his 
balls. Jeff fingers were stronger than the punks and he 
was able to force the punk's fingers away from his hurt 
nuts. Then Jeff dug his fingers into the punk's sac, 
his thumb splitting the twin orbs as he clamped his 
fingers shut. With the punk locked in a nut claw, Jeff 
lifted him bodily off of the ground by his balls. 

The twin nut claws were so effective that both the 
punks passed out within 30 seconds, joining the third 
in the land of unconsciousness. With the three punks 
out of commission Jeff stepped between their legs and 
stomped his foot into their undefended crotches, giving 
them their just desserts. Steve wanted a piece of the 
action and when Jeff was finished he drove his toes 
into the remains of their manhood. 

While he is working out, Steve sees Bob trading low 
blows with Pedro. Steve likes to fight against little 
guys, especially the ones that fight hard and dirty. 
Bob seems to be a first class candidate. Soon Steve 
realizes that most of fighters when they spar really do 
fight dirty and use low blows to weaken their 
opponents. His cock is straining at the mesh of his 
jock and his juices are beginning to soak through the 
fabric of his boxing trunks. 

Bob is a cocky little son a bitch and loves to fight 
with bigger men. The taller they are the easier it for 
him to punch their nuts once he gets inside their 
reach. Bob favors the upper cut because he can bring it 
up under their crotches and rack their balls even if 
they are wearing a cup. Bob notices that this new guy 
is watching him while he spars and that he has a 
distinct bulge in his shorts. Bob thinks that maybe 
this new stud is a little shy, so he just walks up to 
him and introduces himself. "Hi, I'm Bob." Steve is 
surprised but replies, "Nice to meet you, I'm Steve." 

With the formalities over with Bob asks Steve if he 
would like to spar a little bit? Steve is over whelmed, 
and they quickly move off to one side of the gym. They 
start their semi-private bout by keeping their blows in 
legal territory. As their practice continues their 
blows get lower and lower until Bob punches Steve's 
balls. Steve yelps with the sudden shock but he returns 
the favor to Bob's balls. 

While they spar, they start trading fight stories. 
Along with the words they demonstrate the tactics that 
they used to attack the other's balls. Half an hour 
later both of their trunks have large wet spots in 
front of their groins because they can hardly contain 
their enthusiasm or emotions. They know that they are 
turned on to the other and when Bob suggests that they 
head for the shower Steve is close behind. Their 
lockers are near to each other. Slowly they removed 
their sweat soaked shirts, slip off their gym shoes and 
socks. They slid their trunks down from their waists 
and over their thighs, and stand facing each other 
wearing only their bulging jocks. They move nearer to 
each other, their eyes riveted on the other's jock clad 
basket. 

When they are with arms reach they lightly punch the 
other's balls. Then Steve slides his hand over Bob's 
crotch and fondles his balls. Bob returns the grope, 
but he squeezes Steve's balls with his strong finger 
and massages them. Steve's head falls back as Bob works 
on his balls and Steve begins to squeeze Bob's balls 
using an equal amount of force. The gentle squeezes 
become harder and harder as the two fighters are turned 
on even more. Bob works Steve's jock down over his 
muscular legs exposing his cock and balls. 

Steve quickly strips Bob of his jock and they are both 
naked, hard and ready. They walk into the showers and 
adjust the water temperature, as they continue where 
they left off. Steve slaps Bob's balls with his open 
hand and traps them in his fist. Bob drives his hand 
into Steve's balls and locks his fingers around his 
loose sac. They release each other's balls and begin to 
trade ball slaps. Harder and harder they slam their 
hands into the other's nuts. But instead of forcing 
their hips back they push their hips closer together 
until their stiff dicks are almost touching. 

Neither is willing to concede and they slap each 
other's balls until they both quit at the same time. 

END

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