Knights in shining swim shorts (Michael meets Brandon)

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Featured in this story: Brandon (click for pictures)

Most of their team mates had left the training area, just Brandon and Michael were left, goofing around in the swimming pool, relieving some tension after a tough training session.

They were hitting each other with pool noodles, laughing and whooping as the water splashed around them.

They were in their early twenties – Michael was 20, Brandon 21 – and both of them were athletic and muscular, with broad shoulders and narrow waists, the perfect swimmer’s build.

“Let’s get out of the water“, Michael grinned, playfully smacking Brandon’s back with his pool noodle.

Brandon fought back as they made their way to the ladder and climbed out of the water.
Their bodies were dripping with water, their dark hair clinging to their heads, their defined muscles glistening.

With a joyous laugh, Michael smacked Brandon’s butt with the pool noodle, making him yelp before retaliating with a well-placed smack at Michael’s crotch.

Michael managed to dodge the blow by turning away at the last second and running away, followed by Brandon in close pursuit.

Their laughter echoed through the empty hall.

Finally, Brandon caught up with Michael and managed to trip him up, throwing him to the ground.

Roaring with laughter, Michael brought his pool noodle up between Brandon’s legs before grabbing the free end with his other hand and delivering a perfect anal floss to poor Brandon.

Brandon stood on his tip-toes, screeching and laughing uncontrollably, as his swim shorts were wedged in his ass crack.

His balls were painfully pressed against his body, making Brandon let out a laughing, coughing grunt.

Finally, Michael withdrew the pool noodle and took a step back.

His eyes were gleaming with mischief. “En guarde!” he yelled, assuming a fencer’s stance and pointing the limp pool noodle at Brandon.

Brandon laughed as he pried his wedged swim shorts out of his crack. “Fuck you!”

Michael winked at him and smacked him in nuts with the pool noodle, eliciting a shrill squeal.

Brandon covered his crotch with his hands, which gave Michael the opportunity to smack his bare buttock hard.

“Fuck!” Brandon laughed as he moved his hands to his rear to protect his butt.

Of course, Michael immediately took advantage of that by gleefully smacking Brandon in the nuts again.

It was a perfect hit, and it hurt a lot more than Brandon had expected. The end of the pool noodle flattened Brandon’s bulge and rammed his nuts against his body with a resounding SMACK!

Michael

“God!” Brandon roared, coughing and laughing and groaning in pain as he sank to his knees while Michael was laughing his ass off.

“Yes!” Michael yelled, dropping the pool noodle to the ground and raising his hands in a victory pose. “The sword is mightier than the nut!” he declared, his voice dripping with exaggerated pathos.

“You dropped your fucking sword”, Brandon chuckled, reaching for the pool noddle.

Michael opened his mouth to say something, but before he could do so, Brandon’s pool noodle connected with his nuts, silencing Michael as his eyes crossed and he sank to the ground next to his friend.

“Touché”, Michael whispered in a toneless voice, clutching his aching nuggets, as Brandon roared with laughter. “Touché.”

***

The next day after practice, Michael told Brandon to wait in the locker room.

“I’ve got a surprise for you”, he said before leaving Brandon alone.

A moment later, he was back, carrying two very impressive looking steel swords. “They’re called katanas”, Michael grinned, putting one sword on the ground before starting to swing the other one, cutting through the air.

“Whoa”, Brandon said, raising his eyebrows, backing away from Michael.

Michael laughed, pointing one of the swords at his buddy. “Awesome, right?”

“Careful, man”, Brandon mumbled, raising his hands, his back against the lockers.

Michael laughed. “Don’t worry, they’re dull. You don’t think I’d bring a pair of real swords here, right?” He jabbed at Brandon’s crotch with the sword, playfully poking Brandon’s bulging package and making his buddy yelp in pain before bursting out laughing.

With a grin, Michael held out one of the swords, encouraging Brandon to take it.

Brandon chuckled. He rubbed his sore bulge and grabbed the sword, weighing it in his hand.

“Awesome, huh?” Michael grinned.

Brandon chuckled. “Yeah, makes you feel like a knight.”

Michael laughed. “Come on then, let’s have a fight.”

After a couple of playful jabs, they faced each other, pushing the swords against each other in a battle of strength.

Brandon looked at his friend, a mischievous smile on his handsome face. “You know that knights fought dirty, right?”

Michael winked at him. “Everything to win the fight…”

Brandon laughed. “Exactly.”

With that, Brandon brought his leg back and sent it smashing up between Michael’s thighs, flattening the big bulge in his tight swim shorts.

Michael let out a groan and his eyes lost focus as the pain spread through his body.

Brandon let out a laugh – but his gloating was rudely interrupted when Michael retaliated with a well-placed nut-kick of his own, ramming his foot into Brandon’s balls with all the force he could muster.

For a short, hilarious moment, the two young men looked at each other, cross-eyed, their mouths agape, perfect mirror images of each other in a bittersweet split-second of shared male pain.

“My nuts”, they groaned in unison, their strained voices in perfect harmony.

As soon as their eyes had regained focus, they remembered the obvious task at hand: destroying their buddy’s manhood as quickly and as painfully as possible.

The two hot guys sparred like the nut-crunching knights that they were – valiantly, mercilessly going for the nuts.

Michael was the first one to bring his dull sword up between his friend’s thighs, crunching his nuts with the dull blade and eliciting a comically high-pitched wail from Brandon.

Brandon grimaced and fought back with a devastating one-two-punch, smacking Michael’s ass with his sword to distract him, only to land a testicle-shattering kick to his manhood a moment later.

Michael sank to his knees, howling in pain and laughing at the same time.

“Ha haa!” Brandon trumpeted triumphantly, raising his sword and pointing it at Michael. “Do you give up now?”

Instead of an answer, Brandon received a hard sucker punch to the gonads that made his eyes bulge as he doubled over, a long, wheezing moan escaping his lips.

“Never!” Michael yelled and delivered another hard punch to Brandon’s rapidly swelling babymakers.

Brandon’s mouth formed a little O as his eyebrows rose and his eyes filled with tears. “Damn”, he whimpered in a high-pitched voice. “My kids gonna hate you!”

Michael chuckled. ”I don’t think you’ll have any”, he quipped, getting up and bringing the sword back.

A moment later, it connected with Brandon’s nuts.

Brandon’s eyes rolled back into his head. His sex life flashed before his eyes, his unborn children evaporating as his body was crippled by mind-blowing pain.

Michael was laughing his ass off, watching his buddy sink to the ground, his face contorted in utter agony.

He took a victory lap, laughing and raising his sword above his head as he walked around his opponent, playfully kicking him in the ass on his way.

His laughter was cut short, though, when he ran into Brandon’s outstretched elbow that was placed at a very inconvenient height – at least from Michael’s potential offspring’s perspective.

Brandon’s elbow connected perfectly with the big, juicy bulge in Michael’s swim shorts, causing him to drop his sword and sink to the floor right next to Brandon, howling in pain as he grabbed his crotch.

Despite the pain that was radiating from his own battered balls, Brandon managed to let out a laugh. “Your kids are gonna come out cross-eyed”, he croaked, grimacing.

“Yup”, was all that Michael had to say, clutching his hurting manhood. “Definitely.”

They were silent, rocking back and forth on their knees, cradling their testicles, their faces contorted in agony.

“Truce?” Brandon suggested. “For our children’s sake?”

Michael chuckled. “For our children’s sake.”

They shook hands and helped each other up.

Brandon grabbed the waistband of his swim shorts and looked down at his bruised balls. “Damn, they’re swollen”, he mumbled, grimacing.

Michael snuck a peek at Brandon’s big, red balls and laughed. “You should be happy about it. Makes them look bigger.”

Brandon rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”

Michael laughed and pulled down his shorts, revealing a nice, limp cock and a very impressive pair of testicles that had assumed the same color as Brandon’s. “Mine don’t look any better…”

Brandon’s face broke into a mean grin that made Michael grow very alarmed all of a sudden.

Before Michael had a chance to pull up his pants and cover up his vulnerable jewels, Brandon hit them hard with the handle of his sword, flattening Michael’s bare balls and sending him to the ground, wailing and writhing in utter agony.

Brandon roared with laughter, gleefully making fun of his friend.

“Everything to win the fight, huh?” Michael croaked with a weak laugh.

“Exactly!” Brandon laughed as he turned on his heels and headed for the locker room. “See you tomorrow.”

Michael chuckled. “You know that I want a chance to get even, right?”

Brandon let out a laugh. “Sure. Bring your swords.”

“Sure”, Michael grinned. “Bring your nuts.”