Friday, March 18, 2016

Day of the champions

Previous parts:
A little secret
Naked Nutball Tournament

Featured in this story: Colin and Kev (click for pictures)

The gym was packed. Everybody wanted to see this match.

The newly crowned Naked Nutball Champion against the all-time record holder with three consecutive titles – quite literally – under his belt. The fact that the latter was the former’s father only added to the hype.

That’s why the event had to be rescheduled. The basement of the dormitory just wasn’t big enough for this kind of crowd.

After organizing the Ballbusting Olympics a little while ago, Kev had enough experience to know that there was money to be made. He had gotten over the fact that Colin had defeated him in the final match of this year’s tournament, and the swelling had gone down since the day a picture-perfect nut-squasher knocked him out and ended his chance of defending the title – and probably of ever having children…

Now he was walking through the gym, watching the excited audience wrestle for the best seats. Kev and his friends were going to make a shit-load of money today…

Like thousands of other people, Kev had placed an online-bet. The odds slightly favored Colin – but Kev had decided to go with his gut and place a bet against his buddy’s balls. Colin’s father was an experienced and skilled nutball player, and Kev was sure that he didn’t care if he ever had grandkids.

Kev opened the door to the locker rooms.

Colin and his father were sitting side by side, bare naked.

There was a strong family resemblance.

Colin was 20 years old, a handsome guy with a muscular body and dark blond hair.

Kenneth, Colin’s father, was in his early to mid-forties, just as handsome as his son. The color of his hair was similar but it was starting to turn grey at the temples.

In the dick department, Kenneth had a slight advantage over his son. His big, meaty cock was a bit thicker and a tiny bit longer than his son’s. But Colin more than made up for that with a pair of big, low-hanging nuts that looked just a little plumper and fatter than his father’s.

“Kev!” Kenneth grinned and hugged his son’s buddy.

“Mr. Decker”, Kev smiled.

“How many times do I have to tell you”, Colin’s father chuckled. “Call me Kenneth.”

“Alright, Kenneth”, Kev smiled. “Ready to crack your son’s nuts?”

Kenneth grinned. “I’m gonna make him wish he was born a girl.”

Kev let out a laugh and turned to Colin. “Your father has a big mouth.”

Colin chuckled. “He has. But he’s all bark and no bite. In a couple of hours he’ll be all bark and no balls…”

Kenneth chuckled. “I bet you’ll sing a different tune when I’m done with him. It’ll probably be in soprano…”

The three guys laughed.

Kev looked at his watch. “We’re gonna start with the opening act in a few minutes.”

Ten minutes later, the audience erupted in cheers and applause as Kev entered the stage.

“Wow”, he chuckled, looking at the crowd. “This is awesome, just awesome!”

Many people were holding signs, some of them simply saying “Kenneth” or “Colin”, while others were a little more original. A group of shirtless jocks held a banner that said “Turn dad’s spuds into sad duds!” which earned laughter and applause when Kev red it out aloud.

After warming up the crowd, Kev announced the opening act. “Welcome to the stage The Incredible Half-Sack And His Ball Of Steel!”

A pale, skinny redhead entered the stage, wearing nothing but a white headband that contrasted nicely with his red hair. His real name was Floyd but everbody at the dorm knew him as Half-Sack after an unfortunate incident at last year’s Naked Nutball Tournament left him one nut lighter but certainly not less adventurous. The incident, commonly referred to as the “Nutsplosion”, had made Floyd a legend on campus, and the gym went wild as he stood in the center of the stage, spreading his legs wide and raising his fists into the air.

Suddenly, the doors opened and a marching band entered the gym, playing a brass-heavy version of the 90s hit “The one and only” while Half-Sack was dancing on the stage, encouraging the crowd to clap along.

In an elaborate choreography, the musicians paraded through the gym and around Half-Sack before lining up behind him and kicking him in the groin from behind.

One by one, the musicians brought their foot up between his thighs, smashing the single nut that was dangling in his half-empty sack into his body while they were playing their tune.

The audience roared with laughter, cheering and hooting, as Floyd’s testicle was bashed again and again and again by the marching band. They elicited all kinds of funny sounds and made his face scrunch up in hilarious grimaces as the pain rushed through his body.

For the grand finale, the guy playing the bass drum, a big, burly guy in his early twenties, played a solo on Floyd’s poor nut with his felt covered mallet, making Floyd’s eyes cross and roll back into his head before he sank to his knees and curled up in a ball.

The performance ended with Floyd getting dragged out of the gym by two musicians while the marching band played on.

“Spectacular!” Kev yelled, and the crowd went wild. “Put your hands together for Half-Sack!” He gestured towards the door where the marching band had disappeared with Floyd.

When Floyd didn’t come out, Kev chuckled. “I guess he’s busy throwing up now…” He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, guys, it’s time for our main event. It’s the Day Of The Champions today. And here they are!”

Loud music began playing as Kenneth entered the gym, bare naked, a huge smile on his face as he waved to the crowd that went wild with cheers and applause.

“Kenneth!” Kev yelled. “The all-time record holder! Three titles under his belt!”

Kenneth took his place next to Kev.

“And here’s the challenger, Colin!” Kev shouted. “Our current champion!”

Like his father, Colin was naked. He flexed his muscles as he made his way to the stage, laughing and raising his fists in a confident victory pose.

Kev turned to his friend. “Are you ready to crush some nuts today?”

“Hell yeah!” Colin roared, eliciting cheers and applause from the audience.

“Kenneth”, Kev turned to the Colin’s father. “what about you?”

“Bring it on!” Kenneth yelled, prompting the crowd to go wild again.

“It’s a special game today”, Kev continued. “Father against son. Can we be sure that you won’t spare your son’s nuts?”

Kenneth chuckled. “There’ll be no mercy. His nuts are toast!”

Kev turned to Colin. “Ahh, that’s what everybody wants to hear from their dad, right?”

Colin grimaced. “Yeah, thanks, daddy…”

Kev laughed. “You got anything to say?”

“Nah”, Colin smiled at his father. “Nobody’s gonna miss those rusty old balls of yours.”

“Hey”, Kenneth chuckled. “What about your mom?”

Colin shrugged. “Maybe I’ll give her a dildo on mother’s day…”

The crowd roared with laughter.

“Alright”, Kev said. “Take your places. We’re about to start.”

Kenneth and Colin sat down a couple of feet from each other, their legs spread wide apart.

“Here are the rules: You play until one of you either gives up or passes out from the pain”, Kev grinned. “Rather simple, actually.” He tossed a coin to determine who had first serve, and handed Colin a baseball.

“Show your old man who’s the nutball champion in the family”, he grinned, patting Colin’s shoulder.

Colin laughed and weighed the baseball in his hand.

His father chuckled and grabbed his plump, heavy balls. “Bring it on, son!”

Colin shrugged and fired the baseball at his father’s groin.

The audience let out a collective “Ooooh!” as the ball met Kenneth’s big balls with a resounding splat.

“Yes!” Colin laughed as his father doubled over in agony.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

His face contorted in pain, Kenneth retaliated with a powerful, precise blow to his son’s manhood. The baseball smashed into Colin’s crotch, flattening the muscular studs testicles against the cold, hard floor.

Colin let out an anguished wail.

“Sounds like Mr. Decker doesn’t want to be a grandpa anytime soon”, Kev joked to the roaring laughter of the crowd.

Kenneth and Colin went back and forth, assailing each others’ family jewels with one nut-shattering blow after another.

It was an even match, with both players scoring an equal number of aces, outs and return winners.

After more than three dozen exchanges, the pain was showing on both faces.

Colin was gritting his teeth, his eyes focused on his father’s manhood. His legs were trembling and he winced whenever a ball came racing towards his jewels, most of the time hitting them dead-on and causing him to squirm and scream in agony.

Kenneth tried to intimidate his son, playing to the crowd with mocking comments about his son’s ability to father children.

But Colin was a very capable opponent, wreaking havoc on the balls that made him, squashing them with well-placed hits and eliciting anguished wails and high-pitched screams from his dad.

Soon, both Colin’s and Kenneth’s balls were swollen considerably. Kenneth’s ballsack had turned an angry shade of red while his son’s scrotum had subtle tints of green and blue on them.

The crowd was loving every minute of the match, cheering and clapping with every nut-smashing hit and egging the players on with encouraging chants and poignant mockery.

When it became clear that the match would not come to an end anytime soon, Kev called a time-out.

“New balls, please!” he yelled, causing the crowd to roar with laughter. “I think we need to haul out the big guns”, he grinned. “After all, we do want to see some real damage, don’t we, folks?”

The audience clapped and cheered.

Grinning at Kenneth and Colin, Kev took away the baseballs and exchanged them with heavy pool balls. “Let’s see what these do to your sex lives…”

“Damn”, Colin mumbled, watching his father weigh the pool ball in his hand.

“Say goodbye to having kids”, Kenneth grinned and fired the pool ball at his son’s nuggets.

It connected with a solid splat, followed by an ear-piercing shriek that had many of the guys in the audience cringing in sympathy.

Grimacing and groaning in agony, Colin retaliated with a perfect hit that smashed his dad’s beanbag dead-on, landing with a resounding squash and making Kenneth howl in pain.

“Fuck yeah!” Colin grunted, fondling his rapidly swelling nuts in sympathy as he watched his father squirm in agony.

“It’s more like ‘Fuck? No!’ if you ask me”, Kenneth quipped weakly, his face contorted in pain.

The crowd roared with laughter.

Kenneth looked at Colin, a weak grin on his face, one hand fondling his nuts, the other one playing with the pool ball. “Wanna give up, son?”

Colin let out a laugh. “No fucking way! I’m in it to win it!”

Kenneth nodded slowly. “Yeah, I thought so…” With that, he hurled the pool ball between his son’s thighs, smashing his tender testicles and making let out a retching cough.

Colin’s face paled and he gasped for breath. “Damn, that was a good one”, he said in a toneless voice before lifting his hand to his mouth as if he was going to throw up.

The next ball hit Kenneth right in the left nut, flattening it like big, meaty pancake and making Kenneth’s eyes cross slightly as he gasped for breath.

“What about you? Wanna give up before I turn your berries into compote, dad?” Colin said with a weak smile.

Kenneth shook his head and smashed his son’s nuts with a perfect hit, crushing both of the fat, plump danglers and causing Colin to let out an anguished squeal.

“Damn, who knew that destroying a family line would be so time-consuming?” Kev quipped. “This could go on forever…”

Colin ignored him and threw the ball at his father. It sailed through the air in a perfect arc before crashing down on Kenneth’s nutsack like a guided missile, squashing the two swollen orbs flat into the ground.

Kenneth’s eyes bulged and he let out a hoarse, wheezing groan. His body twitched violently before his eyes crossed and rolled back into his head as he mercifully passed out.

“Yeah!” Colin yelled and got up, raising his fists into the air as the audience erupted in cheers and applause. “Fuck yeah!” He started jumping up and down, his battered, bloated testicles smacking against his thighs as he did a little victory dance around his father’s passed-out body.

“Eww”, Kev shuddered as he leaned over and tentatively poked at Kenneth’s swollen, bruised nutsack.

Colin laughed and cheered, straddling his father’s face before squatting down and tea-bagging his dad.

Kenneth opened his eyes and squinted at his son’s hairy nutsack that was dangling right in front of his nose.

Groaning in pain, Kenneth brought his fist up, smashing Colin in the nuts and making him let out a soprano wail before doubling over and collapsing on the ground right next to his dad.

Kenneth and Colin curled up next to each other, clutching their balls and moaning softly in pain.

Kev laughed. “I guess there’s no winner in nutball, folks”, he chuckled as the audience clapped and cheered. “That’s it for today. Thanks for coming. And remember to file your application for next year’s Naked Nutball Tournament!”

As the crowd left the gym, Kev helped Colin and Kenneth up and they hobbled to the locker rooms.

A couple of spectators seized their chance to tap them in the nuts on their way out, and Colin and his father found themselves fending off nutshots left and right.

Finally, in the safety of the locker rooms, they sat down next to each other, groaning in pain.

“It was a good fight”, Kenneth mumbled, examining his swollen and bruised balls. He winced as he rolled them between his fingers. “You really fucked up my nuts.”

Colin grinned weakly. “Yeah, you were pretty good as well. I won’t have sex for at least a week…”

They burst out laughing.

Kev was leaning against the lockers. “You two were awesome. You know, I was thinking we could have another event. I’m sure people would love to see you face off against each other in a Roshambo match or something.”

Colin and Kenneth looked at each other.

“Kicking each others’ nuts?” Colin mumbled, grimacing at the thought.

Kenneth shrugged. “Why not. It’s been a while since I scored a field goal, but I’m up for the challenge.”

Kev rubbed his hands. “Okay, let’s set up a date.”

Colin and Kenneth groaned simultaneously.

“Give us a minute, okay?” Colin moaned.

“Give us a month”, Kenneth chimed in, massaging his battered balls, “so our balls can heal.”

Kev shrugged. “Alright. We don’t have to decide today. We’ll see if anybody wants to see you two again, and then we’ll make plans…”


Anonymous said...

Colin is not one of my faves but I do like the idea of son vs dad. I would actually love to see a really hot, cocky kid suffer a humiliating defeat against his old man. I'm thinking someone like Ben or David. Ripe young plums stand no chance against hard old walnuts!

Jimmy said...

That would be very kool!

Alex said...

Thanks for your comments! I'll see what I can do! :-))

Anonymous said...

At last you wrote it, thanks! I liked it, Kenneth and Colin are a great fighting duo, loved the challenge and trash talking but it could have been better and more exciting if they had fought with hands and feet, instead of baseballs.
Since neither won, hope there'll soon be a rematch and they use their fists on each other's balls and dicks, maybe making each other cum at the end...
Anyway, thanks for posting one of the very few father vs son wrestling stories around.

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback! I'm thinking about another sequel but it might take a little time... :-))

Anonymous said...

Hi, any news regarding part 3 with a longer father vs son mutual ballbusting fight? It's been a long time since part 2...

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment! I haven't started working on the story yet but it's on my list of plot ideas :-))

Anonymous said...

Ok, please move it on the top of that list... 5 months is a long time to wait! LOL

Alex said...

I'll see what I can do. :-))

Anonymous said...

Please...some more of Bradley stories! Not necessarily with Logan

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment! Do you have any ideas for a plot? :-))