The Unfair Wrestling Tryouts written by Jimmy

 

The Unfair Wrestling Tryouts

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,

I have been working on this story for years. It's changed through many drafts. I am so happy with what the story finally looks like and the other two parts that led to this, and the big changes to the Bartlet team. I hope that you all enjoy.

Jimmy

Logan lost.

The ominous event worried Jayden Gomez, the youngest champion from last year’s wrestling league from Bartlet High School. He was not used to Logan Krueger, his friend losing very often and he decidedly hated it this time.

Coach Anderson starts giving the small gathered group of athlete’s different exercises to do around the gym and by the end of it Jayden had worked up a good sweat. Most of the guys trying out were able to keep up but steadily at the tail end of almost all of the exercises was Caleb trailing last. Jayden was proud that Junior has stayed with him along with Oliver. Gino, however was also closer to Caleb often. Sam Hell didn’t seem to push himself too hard and Jayden knew that Sam could have been at the front of the group if he wanted to, but clearly Sam was fine with staying in the middle of the pack. Doug on the other hand surprised Jayden the most, he seemed tired by all the extra exertion that was required by him and Jayden found himself smirking by the end of the challenges.

“Next, I am going to pair you up against someone to determine how I vote. You want in on the team…impress me.”

Jayden finds himself nodding along to Coach Anderson’s words as he gets paired off with Doug. Looking down the line he nods at the Coach’s choices, most of these are good match-ups. Sam Hell verse his brother, Gino does not surprise him. Aldo and Oliver…not surprised there either. Ending with Caleb and Junior. These make match-ups should really show Coach Anderson what the boys can do.

“Now, I really want to observe each match thoroughly so we are going to go one at a time down the line. Some of you might finish in a minute or so…others might go longer. Keep wrestling until you get a pin or I say so. Ready?” Coach Anderson asks. Everyone seems to be nodding their heads eyes on their opponents across the mat. Start us off Aldo.”

Aldo nods his head, the swimmer who started wrestling a few months ago steps up to meet Oliver extending his hand.

Oliver meets it smiling back. “Aldo.”

“Oliver Jackson, nice to mee—t” Aldo stops talking as Coach Anderson interrupts him midsentence.

“One second! I almost forgot! We have to cup check everyone…every time.”

Aldo grimaces, finishing shaking Oliver’s hands and places hands on hips “Do we have to…I swear I am not…ooooOOOF!”

Assistant Coach Buster smacks Aldo’s package with the back of his hand, knuckles crashing against Aldo’s plump singlet pouch with a hard sideways flick of Buster’s wrist.

“Why?” asks Oliver smiling at Aldo going cross eyed in front of him as Buster’s other hand meets his own singlet pouch with a hearty thunk of the Assistant Coach’s hand. Oliver bends a bit cupping his groin with both hands, his face showcasing that he felt the blow as he winces.

Aldo is on his knees now moaning “Awww fuck…ah…ah…ow….owiee…I thought that you wouldn’t go so…damn hard.”

Assistant Coach Buster gives him a quick shoulder upward and downward shrug saying “Assistant Coach Logan isn’t up yet…so I figured I would take over nut checking for illegal cups or groin protectors.” Buster gives a sly smile as Logan still cradles himself a few feet away looking like he will not be moving anytime soon thanks to him.

“You good?” Oliver asks dropping his hands from his own groin.

“No” squeaks Aldo.

Jayden wants to go check on his friend, but in the current climate he is not sure how his compassion will be taken. Jayden eyes Coach Anderson, who looks impatient checking his watch.

“This is gonna be a different year” Gino whispers into Jayden’s ear and he nods his head in full agreement.

“Not for the better, either.” Jayden whispers back, his lips barely moving as he watches Aldo’s hands rubbing and rolling his nuts gently and with great care as he tries to ease the ache that he is feeling between his legs.

“I don’t know…I think we just have something more to prove. And I intend to do so” Gino finishes, voice still low before stepping back and heading over to get a drink of water from the nearby water bubbler.

 

Aldo VS Oliver

A few minutes later Aldo is back on his feet looking ready. Oliver looks almost bored but waits for him in the middle of the mat regardless. Both are about the same size. Aldo is slightly slimmer and more toned, his abdomen reflecting all the time spent in the water doing laps. Oliver’s shoulders are a bit bigger and along with his chest but still just as lean and impressive as Aldo.

The first to act is Aldo, surprising Jayden as he springs at Oliver arms wide to catch him about the chest. Easily Oliver swings around behind Aldo’s obvious lunge with one hand darting forward quickly brushing past his cock aside as he snatches onto Aldo’s nuts, instantly consuming them with a strong squeeze as he moves into a classic crotch lift.

“Ollllllliver!” Aldo shrieks as he dances around on his tip toes in pain, as Oliver’s lips curl up in a smirk at him. Obviously pleased by his opponent’s predicament Oliver takes a moment to enjoy the feel of his handhold before launching Aldo skywards holding him aloft, while his other hand on Aldo’s lower abdomen holds him firmly in place.

“Oh…is something wrong, Aldo?” asks Oliver quietly, mouth barely moving but Jayden catches every word and he winces knowing that Aldo knows exactly what he is doing.

“Oliver…my balls…fuck! It fucking hurts!” Aldo exclaims, reaching down with both hands to grab Oliver’s wrists, which only causes Oliver to tighten his grip on his trapped testicles.

“Fuck…fuck…fuuuuck mi amigo, mi huveros!” Aldo screams, letting go of Oliver’s wrists and hoping he releases him. Making so much noise causes the room around Aldo to know exactly how much pain he is in, and the gathered boys laugh, Coaches as well. Coach Anderson moves over to his folding chair to take notes on the proceedings although Jayden can barely fathom what he is writing down. The match is quite…self-explanatory.

“You’re not going to fuck tonight, Aldo” Oliver laughs. “This is my very special nutclaw that I have been practicing my whole wrestling career. I know exactly where to place each finger to get the maximum worth of pain…as you can see.” Oliver points out, his enjoyment from holding onto Aldo’s package is clearly evident.

“Oh god please…just let go of my…nuuuuts!” Aldo pleads, as his hands go up in surrender. “I…can’t…go on!” Aldo’s struggling legs go weak and he stops thrashing, as Oliver literally strangles the life out of him with his squeezing fingers.

Oliver chuckles saying “You’re a big strong wrestler, certainly you can take…a little bit more pain?” he asks facetiously, his eyes gleaming with mischief as his fingers work in and out of Aldo’s scrotum, not just squeezing but working on Aldo’s balls like a cat plays with its food…before it kills it. 

“Oli…you’re crushing them” Aldo gasps, his dark eyes wide as his arms fall limp as well by his sides.

Ignoring Aldo’s pleas Oliver continues to crush Aldo’s grapes in hand, his shoulders starting to show a bit of strain as he shakes trying to keep up the crotch lift.

“Yes, I am” Oliver says simply dropping Aldo to the mat on his feet. Aldo’s feet don’t stay up long and he quickly drops to all fours, with Oliver’s arm still buried between his asscheeks. Maintains the hold he eases up a bit as Aldo lowers his head, eyes on the mat.

Snaking his other hand around Aldo’s middle, Oliver latches onto his cock which is amazingly at full mast. Squeezing down harder, Oliver forces Aldo’s breathe to slowly escape and empty from his body as his handhold increases. Oliver flattens the squish nuggets in his fist as he bares down on Aldo’s scrotum a little bit harder.

“You…have to stop” squeals Aldo. “Let go…of my balls!”

“Please” Aldo whispers as Oliver jerks his cock a bit more. A jolt of pleasure shooting through him as Oliver’s fingers slip down to the crowning head of his erection and squeeze the tip firmly.

“Bigger than I originally thought that you could get” Oliver says. “Very girthy indeed” Oliver laughs giving him another tug causing Aldo’s body to shiver.

“Oooooh fuuuck” gasps Aldo at the touch, so soft around his throbbing cock.

“Not gonna lie…I want to see if you can also make a big puddle on the floor. Just like Logan earlier” Oliver says in his ear, his body on top of Aldo’s now pressing him closer to the floor as he squeezes down hard on Aldo’s testicles.

“Oh fuck…no, man…not that!”

Aldo presses up against Oliver trying to fight him off now in earnest. “You’re… you’re taking this too far!” Aldo stammers awkwardly knowing that everyone is looking down at them. “You…don’t have to win…like that. Just pin me!”

“I’m taking this too far, man?” asks Oliver. “I am not the one that is about to spurt his leaky hose. You don’t want to cum…then lose this erection of yours.” Laughter floats around Oliver’s words, and not just from him. Oliver said it loudly for everyone to hear him.

“Fuckkk…just…make it quick” mutters Aldo, the defeat clear in his tone.

“I’ve broken you so easily…in just one move!” Oliver laughs easing up on his squeezing finger’s and concentrating on reaching over and swirling of his thumb around the now completely slicked up head of Aldo’s dick. Like usual Aldo didn’t wear underwear under his singlet so getting a good feel of Aldo’s goods was easy. A few quick swabs oh his thumb cause Aldo’s dick to twitch wildly, and a moan to escape with his out take of breath.

Aldo’s head arches back, and Oliver could tell that it would not take long. Aldo was so hard, his stiffy pulsed and he barely has touched the sensitive organ. “You are cocked, ready and loaded…” jokes Oliver as he squeezes his hands one holding Aldo’s balls and the other his strumming erection.

A groan, low and needing rises out of him and he gasps “I’m…I’m gonna” before he looks up making eye contact with Jayden for a moment that makes Jayden’s own testicles twist in his sack watching the need and desire in Aldo’s pooling dark desperate eyes.

“Your balls belong to me now…just so you know. Every time I wrestle you…this is how our matches will end.” Oliver smirks sending Aldo over the edge as he jerks his hand faster. The first spray of his thick cum explodes from his cock, pressed against the singlet and pulled away pointing straight down blasts onto the mat with a quick splash followed up with two more hard ropes shooting into the same puddle of white cum which grows in size.

“Oooooh fuck…” he gasps, Aldo experiencing the most intense orgasm that he has felt in a long time in his young life, and that is saying something as Oliver’s grip continues to tighten around his balls with every blast of his still churning stiffy.

By the time the last drop has dripped from his cockhead seeping out the singlet material, Oliver’s grip on his testicles is even harder and more demanding than ever.

“Oli…please…mi hueveros” he squeaks, as the pleasure ceases and is replaced instead with the full pain in his loins from Oliver’s perfected nutclaw.

“Just making sure that I got every last drop out of them, bro…I wouldn’t want to cause a back-up. Your pipes needed to be cleaned out.” Oliver chuckles, finally releasing his balls and rolling him over onto his back and sitting on his chest starring into Aldo’s eyes deeply.

“Pinned you.”

“Yes…you did.” Aldo groans, Oliver’s knees trap Aldo’s arms spammed out by his sides keeping Aldo from getting to his very worked over overly sensitive manbits.

 Casually Oliver looks up and over at Coach Anderson. “Well, match over…Coach?”

Coach Anderson smiles. “Yes, I think that will be enough for a while. Why don’t you take Aldo downstairs…to wash-up. He looks like he needs a shower.”

“Sure thing.”

Oliver stands-up and pulls Aldo to his feet. Aldo is unsteady and leans heavily against Oliver who slowly maneuvers him out of the room. Aldo moans with every step, one hand cupping firmly at what must be very sore nuts indeed.

“Next up…the brother’s I think. Caleb and Junior…you’re up.”

Caleb VS Junior

This is not the first time that the brothers have fought, and Jayden has a sneaky suspicion that it will not be the last.

Caleb and Junior are about to start but Assistant Coach Buster grabs their shoulder’s pulling apart the brother’s.

“Not so fast I have to perform the test on both of you first.”

“I’m up now…” Logan says.

The group turns towards Logan who lumbers over, a little unsteady on his two feet.

“You sure that you are up for this, Logan?” Buster asks, clearly wanting to cock knock Logan’s cousins. “I can handle these two.”

“Yes, besides they are my family and I should be the one to test their family jewels.”

Rubbing his hands together Junior says “Let’s go! Hit Caleb!”

“He’s going to hit your balls too, Junior!” Caleb informs his with an eye roll, “You want that?”

“I can take it…but you can’t!” Junior sticks his tongue out, pink like bubble gum and giggles with a laugh.

Caleb goes to make another retort but it’s then that Logan slaps the two right in the family jewels.

“Y—oooOOOOO!” Caleb yodels grabbing his pouch, wincing and falling prone to the mat below.

“Nnnnng!” grunts Junior grabbing himself too, but managing to stay upright as he rubs at his groin. “Not…too bad.”

Logan shrugs, messing with his hair. “Attaboy!” Logan laughs stepping off to the side to monitor the wrestling match with the others.

Coach Anderson turns the page in his notebook and begins to write again in intense swishes of his pen.

“He barely hit you!” Complains Junior loudly, “Are you going to be on the mat like a crybaby all day or what?”

Caleb looks up between his blonde mop of hair that fell into his eyes with pure venom leaking off of him. “I’ll…make you cry!” Caleb says between gritted teeth as he slowly gets to his feet. Junior eyes him and his wobbly legs smirking all along and cracks each knuckle along his left fist.

“Ready princess?”

Caleb’s eyes narrow and he leaps at his younger brother.

Knowing that he could bait him, Junior moves at the last moment grasping Caleb and swinging him around in a full nelson. Both of Caleb’s arms are stuck straight up in the maneuver and Junior pulls Caleb’s are adding pressure. Caleb tries to pull out of the move but quickly finds himself stuck in the pressured move and balks at the intensity and yank of his arms by his younger brother. Junior has been practicing for a while for this tryout and it’s beginning to show.

“You tap?” Junior asks, pulling harder.

“Ah!” Caleb shouts. “Let go of me!”

“So, you tap or what?” Junior pulls harder, pressing Caleb’s chest forward more, and pulling at Caleb’s arms which to his older brother feels like his arms are about to pop out of their sockets.

“Y—yes! Let me…go! Ah!”

Junior does, causing Caleb to stumble onto all fours. Junior crosses his arms standing over his older brother as Caleb hugs his arms around his chest while on his knees; a painful grimace on his young face.

“I haven’t pinned you yet. So get up, bro. We are not done.”

Caleb gets to his feet once again and finds his brother already in a wrestling stance, arms up and flicks his fingers in a ‘Come here’ gesture. Biting his tongue a little Caleb moves a little more cautiously this time towards Junior, his arms still sore.

Junior’s grin increases at his brother’s timidness and he prods him with “Sacred, bro?”

Caleb freezes and growls “You will regret that!” Rushing forward Caleb just locks arms with Junior as his younger brother knocks his legs out from under him in a leg sweep and they fall to the mat, Junior on top pinning Caleb to the mat in barely five seconds.

“Pinned you.”

Junior is above Caleb smiling, his white teeth spread wide in a grin. “Looks like you are being schooled by your younger brother.”

Standing up, Junior puts out a hand to pull up Caleb from the mat. Caleb pointedly ignore this and gets up on his own.

“It’s a three fall mat match…I only have to pin you one more time, or get you to submit again” Junior says knowingly. “Ready?”

Caleb pulls down his singlet, it got bunched around his crotch and when he finishes Jayden notices that he is a little aroused. Ignoring this Caleb nods to Junior. “That was the last time, I am going to pin you three times in a row now.”

“Doubt that.”

Caleb feints rushing in, and Junior falls for it trying to grab him where he thought that he was going to be and kicks out at the back of Junior’s legs knocking him to the floor and earning him his first point. Caleb grins mouthing ‘Yes!’ and drops on top of Junior struggling to pin him. Both hands press into Junior’s shoulder’s which slowly start to crumble downwards and his blue eyes dance with his first win in sight.

“Now I got you!” Caleb says, pushing his knees firmly on either side of Junior’s thighs, his groin is pressed into Junior’s navel and he’s grown harder than ever as he digs his little soldier into Junior’s abdomen. The thin, smooth material covering his penis feels so good. A rush floods Caleb’s senses and he jerks himself a little on Junior whose eyes open wider in suprise. Junior is pressing up against his older brother fighting the almost enviable pin as one of his legs curves and he takes steady aim before thrusting up his knee hitting Caleb between his well-spread thighs.

Junior’s thigh hits Caleb at the bottom of his little sack of marbles smacking the pair and his ass with a hard whack!

Caleb’s tenses, the knee hitting him hard and pinching his scrotum against his pelvis.

“Oh no!” Caleb pants, a quick breath leaves his body as his upper body trembles and Junior rolls him over after giving him a pitying look and pins him. Caleb’s shoulders slam against the mat in a pin with Junior’s knee falling right into the tight crevice between his legs nailing him again with a downward thrust of his knee smooshing balls and cock in one fell swoop.

Junior only smiles, knee digging in firmly against Caleb’s crotch.

Caleb blinks twice and moans “You…my balls…you…uuugh….ugh…no, not my balls…again!”

Laughing Junior rubs his knee firmly against Caleb’s crotch feeling the orbs squish against his hard thigh, and his erection begins to wilt under the compression.

“You lose.”

Junior slides off of Caleb but makes sure to scrap his knee against his brother’s groin and roll his balls under his knee cap which flattens Caleb’s nuggets into thin unnatural disk like shapes before he stands up and moves off to the side grabbing his brother’s ankle and pulling him with him. Not giving Caleb a chance to even get up on his own, Junior yanks him until he off the mat.

Caleb is grabbing his crotch, groaning, eyes crossed as he holds his mangled painfully, throbbing testicles.

“My nuts, my nuts…I am…going to get you back! Ohhh shiit…this…ow…uuuugh!” Caleb moans.

The guys watch Caleb for a few moments, and the struggle of dealing with his nut pain before the next two wrestlers step up.

Gino Gomez and Sam Hell.

Gino Gomez Vs. Sam Hell

 

 

Jayden crosses his fingers behind his back hopeful that his brother is about to do well and gives him a sly wink.

Gino smiles back before turning to face Sam.

Sam Hell seems buffer than Jayden remembers, his chest wider and his pecs have gotten bigger. He looks formidable as his lazy red eyed gaze falls on his brother.

Coach Anderson seems excited about this one. His pen is poised on a new page in his note book, ready to jot down his thoughts.

“Alright, time to do a cup check!” Logan says breaking the mood between the two and starting to get into his new role as cup checker. Logan strikes Sam Hell first, and he barely gets a grimace out of the seventeen year old stud. Sam Hell is stoic and for a moment Logan thinks that he didn’t even get him, or that he missed.

“My Devil coins are stronger than that, Krueger but as you can tell…I am unaffected by your casual check.” Sam Hell crosses his arms and adds “Will you fall over Gino, or stand firm like a mountain, like me.”

Gino Gomez says “That’s so cap, bro. No way that he is not wearing a cup! He barely moved!”

Sam Hell looks bemused and says “Want to get a good feel, Gomez? I will allow you to, if you insist.”

The invitation proves too great from Gino and he steps forward saying “I won’t turn that down” and grabs Sam’s pouch with both hands, sinking into the heavy obvious ballsack. Sam’s balls fill Gino’s hands and he seems impressed as he rolls the weighty balls between his fingers feeling the spongey soft, but firm testicles in each hand.

“Satisfied?” Sam Hell asks with a devilish wink as Gino rolls his nutmeat, but the eighteen year old grips the Devil coins a little harder giving them a slight squeeze. Sam Hell gives no reaction that this hurts, so Gino squeezes a bit harder, increasing the pressure.

Still nothing.

“You are a hard nut to crack, Devilboy.”

“Call me Sam.”

Gino grins a little, and squeezes down hard. Gino’s fingers sink further into the scrotum, the nuts squishing between his fingers and the material of Sam’s singlet twists with creases forming around the center of Sam’s pronounced bulge. The hold tightens some more as Gino uses his thumbs pressing deep into the willing teen’s nut cores and he whistles low impressed that Sam was willing to do this.

“You feel this now?” Gino asks, as his fingers continue to crush Sam’s balls in his twin nutclaws.

Sam’s mouth opens a fraction of an inch and he groans “My…coins, are tougher than steel, Gomez.”

All eyes are on Gino’s nutclaws crushing Sam’s balls, and the growing enjoyment had by Gino does not go unnoticed by the Devilboy as he reaches out poking the growing monster between Gino’s legs right in the sensitive tip of Gino’s erection which points obscenely straight out from his body.

“Your hard…ugh, you like this! Don’t you?” Sam grunts, tapping Gino’s wrists non-verbally telling Gino to stop. “You can…let go now.”

Gino’s eyes are dark, his brown chestnut eyes are filled with lust as his hands continue to roll and squish Sam’s nutbag. The willingness of the Devilboy to take such move proves too much of an invitation for Jayden’s older brother to want to stop now. The nutclaws are firmly applied, Sam’s scrotum is being manhandled and Gino’s inner desire to squeeze his balls proves far too great for Gino to willingly let go his opponent now.

“In a minute” Gino says. “I’m just…getting a good feel for them now.”

Sam Hell growls low “G—Gino ughhh, ugh….that’s enough…my coins…I have proved…myself.”

“Just a little longer.” Gino says quietly, fingers twisting in deeper into Sam’s pouch further than before.

Sam’s red eyes widen in alarm and he gasps, hands tightening on Gino’s wrists like handcuffs. “Gomez…I told you to…my coins!”

Gino gives a mighty quarter twist, yanking up his nut crushing fists and putting Sam Hell on his tippy toes as he squeezes more firmly on the trapped nuggets in his possession.

Logan interrupts with “Gino we haven’t even started the match yet, your tryout match has yet to begin.”

“Who cares about the match, I got the Devilboy’s balls!”

The glee in Gino’s eyes as he hammers his fingers in and out of Sam’s trapped balls, is almost too much for Jayden to stomach and he can tell that he is not alone as Sam’s face turns white as a sheet. Sam Hell’s wounded crimson eyes smolder while Gino’s pulverizes his nuggets, greedily and unrelenting.  Gino’s fingers are sinking in so deep he knows that he has hit the twin centers of Sam’s manhood when he stiffens, eyes crossing comically and his mouth puckers into a perfect ‘O’ and he mewls like a dying animal; all pretense of his invincible devil coins gone. The muscles in Sam’s neck bulge and strain, and he moans “My coins, Gomez…ahhhh…” before turning to Logan Kruger, the assistant to the assistant couch whimpering “C—cup check…cup check him!”

Logan knocks his forehead with the back of his hand, “Oh yeah! My job.”

A stiff backhand slaps against Gino Gomez’s bulge, the pouch crushed up against Gino’s pelvic wall as Logan hits Gino harder than usual then any of his other testing cup checks. Clearly Logan is also ‘lost in the moment.’

Gino groans, his knees locking together. The teenagers cock was so hard that when Logan hit Gino, he did so perfectly against his scrotum, knuckles first with no cock to get in the way and cushion the blow. Gino’s knees bang against each other as he folds over releasing his double nut claw just as Sam Hell gags, tasting bile at the back of his throat.

Gino is on his knees in moments, but Sam joins him there an instant later as both wrestlers hold tightly to their recently assaulted plums.

Jayden sighs in relief and notices the locker room door open, Oliver holds the door for Aldo who limps out, a new singlet on but the material stops at his waist. Bared chest, with a towel over one shoulder Aldo moves cautiously to the mat still wincing as he walks.

Junior saddles up to him asking “How are they hanging?”

Aldo gives him a lingering look, before he plops down on the floor.

Oliver puts and arm around Junior’s shoulders saying “Who won in your match?”

“You need to ask?” Junior giggles, his brother next to Aldo in the fetal position still holding his privates.

The two laugh before turning back to watch the newest bought.

There is not much to look at in this particular moment.

Gino’s cupping his balls, holding tight to his groin wincing “Did…you have to hit…ugh, so hard Logan?”

“No, I guess not.” Logan says cheerfully.

Sam Hell is silent, holding himself but in clear discomfort as his fingers gently rub and smooth down his rounded hanging basket. The stroking fingers are gentle, but still Sam winces at his bruising ballsack and what he discovers as he examines his wounded Devil coins.

“Gomez…that was…unkind.”

Gino looks up, and even in his discomfort manages a quick chuckle. “Yeah, but you were asking for it.”

Sam Hell slowly rises, his dark red eyes gleaming under the florescent lights as his shadow falls over Gino. His muscles are straining, and he is breathing in quick slow bursts trying to clear the pain between his legs, which does not appear to be working Jayden judges by the grimace on Sam Hell’s face.

“Get up…we have barely begun, Gomez.”

Gino looks up, annoyance clear as day on his face as Sam looms over him like a dark shadow of a killer in a horror movie.

“If you insist!” Gino says throwing caution to the wind, as well as the rules and throws up an upper cut aiming for the protruding singlet sack that hangs low between Sam’s coarsely muscled thighs.

The punch is hard, quick and dirty. Sam’s eyes bulge at the contact, and his legs lock together as he lets out a bellowing roar of pure anguish. “AAAAAAaaaah no! Aaaargggghhh!”

Gino Gomez flexes his muscles, and rears back, heels planted firmly as he air lifts Sam Hell into the air his opponents legs running in air as if he can escape before Gino swings him fully around and drops him hard to the mat. Sam Hell bounces up, reaching for his package but not before Gino drops his foot in the center of Sam Hell’s chest pinning him in an obnoxious and illegal maneuver.

“Pinned you.”

Gino let’s up, allowing Sam to roll to one side grabbing his singlet sky blue pouch his eyes squeezing shut and groaning “My coins…my fucking coins…you…uh, uh, uhhhhh!”

The moans of Gino’s fallen foe delights him and he fully grabs his shaft, giving his cock a pull or two as he stands over Sam Hell. The look of desire and pleasure are plain on Gino’s dark features as he gazes upon the moaning teen wrestler cupping himself.

“Come on, Sam. That was only one pin. Besides, your” Gino clears his throat loudly. “Devil coins are indestructible…no that’s not right, infallible? Invisible?” Gino tries to remember the guy’s catch phrase before he gives up. “Whatever you claim it to be your nuts are not that.”

Aldo sits up a concerned look on his face as he watches Sam Hell, and says “I wouldn’t test him, amigo…you won’t like it when Sam gets mad.” The warning is shifted off of Gino’s shoulders easily as he makes a farting noise with his hands.

“Come on, get up and stop playing with your little devil coins.”

Growling Sam rises again “You will regret this, Gomez.”

“That is” Doug says from behind him. “Show ‘em how we win in Midtown, Sam.”

Jayden’s fists are tight, fingers digging into his palms as he watches the Midtown Wrestlers encouraging Sam and egging him on to take on and fight his brother back. A sick feeling begins to spread in his guts, and Jayden rubs his belly absentmindedly as Sam lurches for Gino grasping him in his powerful hands and dragging him in close. Sam bares his teeth in furry, anger rippling off of him as he meets Gino nose to nose and with his hands tightly wound around his brother’s singlet straps rears back his knee.

“Oh no” whispers Jayden seeing the dangerous look in Sam Hell’s fiery gaze as he moves in to knee his brother in a arching swing but Gino’s knee gets meets its target first impaling Sam right to the hilt. The squash of Sam’s nuts against his own body reach Jayden’s ears and he grimaces.

Sam’s eyes widen in complete surprise and he freezes up, Gino now clamping down two double whacks with his fists into Sam’s shoulders forcing him to release his grip on Gino’s singlet straps. Sam does so, and continues to drop to his knees.

Gino watches as Sam grabs his privates, with both hands and he grabs Sam’s face with his mouth open in agony and shoves his pelvis forward so that his hard erection pokes into Sam’s mouth.

The group gasps, and finally Wrestling Coach Anderson steps in clearing his throat. “That’s…that’s not wrestling.”

“What?” Gino says, hands twisting into Sam Hell’s hair as he thrusts his singlet covered pecker in and out of Sam’s mouth before tossing him to the floor. Gino’s manhood is covered in spit and the bright red is damp around his cock as he tilts his head to the side. “Problem…coach?”

“Oh man, Gino…bro. Too far.” Jayden says in exasperation.

Sam Hell is curling into a ball, and coughing. Gaging back disgust, Sam groan “You dirty ass…son-of-a-bitch.”

“Gomez, hit the showers now! You are done for the day.”

Gino shrugs.

“Fine by me, I made my point anyways.”

Turning on his heel Gino marches across the floor guys whispering to each other as he exits.

Jayden is stunned.

Doug is by Sam’s side helping him up, an arm around his shoulders saying “You did…well…at least your match is over.”

Time is almost up, the shared gym is going to be a challenge for all of them. Jayden can hear other kids on the other side of the door and he knows that it must be his turn and he heads to the center of the mat to meet Doug. It feels weird with Gino not here, he was the reason why Jayden joined in the first place all those long months ago.

“Ready to lose, Jayden?” Doug asks.

Answering him honestly Jayden says “I have not lost to you yet. And I don’t plan on doing so today.”

This gets everyone’s attention. The catcalls begin and the hushed OOoooo’s at Jayden’s words.

Ignoring all of that Jayden places his whole attention on only Doug and knows what he has to do today, and beat Doug showing why he should be captain of the wrestling team and not him. Jayden has a lot to prove, and he intends to do so. Right now.

“Hold up!” calls Logan as Jayden and Doug move in to attack each other. Hand’s on their chests Logan stops them. “Cup check, remember?”

Jayden rolls his eyes.

Doug says “I am used to this. Every practice. I can take it!”

Thumping his chest, Doug pushes against Logan’s open palm saying “Do your worst, Krueger!”

Logan laughs, giving his head a shake and cupchecks Doug with a downward thrust while watching Doug’s eyes. Doug sucks in a breath as Logan’s open palm strikes him dead on. Doug’s face falls as his eyes widen in alarm and he grabs his pouch cringing “Awww…that was a good one, I felt that in both of my boys.” Doug does not fall to his knees, but rather jumps up and down, pulling at his singlet around his crotch as he moans a little. “Right in my plums…nasty hit.”

Jayden can’t help but to smile at Doug’s reaction but his lips stop at Logan’s other hand slaps his own bulge. Jayden can taste a metallic trace in his mouth that causes him to stifle his gaging reflex as the old and familiar pang in his nuts cause him to moan. “You… that… was a good one. Boynuts flattened, Logan.” Jayden grabs himself and stumbles to the side accidently.

Logan grabs his shoulder steadying him. “Go on, show them what you got.”

Jayden nods moving to the center of the mat ignoring the pain and the jellylike feeling in his legs as he calls out to Doug. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Doug stomps one foot, giving his head a shake as he turns to face Jayden.  “You may have home court advantage, but that’s all that you are going to get Jayden. Prepare to lose!” Doug flex’s his muscles, and Jayden notices the dark hair under each arm and even some on the teen’s chest above the singlet line. Doug hit puberty hard years ago and looks more man than a teen, and he kisses one bicep saying “I’m going to wipe the floor with you, after all you’re just a swimmer in disguise Jayden. And this…is not a pool.”

Jayden VS Doug

 

Jayden’s eyes roll and says “Just stop talking and show me what you’re made of, Doug.”

“My pleasure.”

Doug comes in with a high kick aimed between Jayden’s parted thighs.

Jayden’s eyes widen, and he knocks it away with his open palm only to see Doug throw up a knee. Twisting at the last moment, Doug hits his thigh and tisks in annoyance.

“Stand still so I can bust your balls!”

Doug swings a fist straight down, and Jayden leaps backwards in a roll coming up at the edge of the mat. Doug rushes in clearly with one goal in mind and mumbles to himself “Well, he asked for it…” Jayden says to himself.

Closing the distance quickly, Doug eyes are on Jayden as he grins wickedly but it’s Jayden move unexpectedly closer and the moment that Doug is in reach drives his knee up into Doug’s groin. The impact is brutal, a sickening thud as his knee connects with Doug’s testicles, crushing them up against his pelvis. The thin Lycra offering Doug zero protection and at worse holding the pair still and exposed to the connection of Jayden’s knee.

“OOOOoooof!” Doug’s breath leaves him a rush, his eyes widening in shock and pain as he stumbles backwards unsteadily.

Before he could make another move, Jayden with his prior experience of busting balls delivers a full-force front kick, his muscular leg driving his foot into Doug’s already throbbing testicles. The hard crack of Jayden’s foot smacking Doug’s singlet pouch lifts him off the ground, his young face contorting in agony. His deep voice coming out in a high-pitched wail.

“OHHHH GOD! M—my balls! My BALLS! Oooooh god!” Doug shrieks, his hands clutching his groin as he crumples to the floor.

Jayden follows pinning Doug, pressing his shoulders against the mat while Doug’s eyes roll back. Successively pinning Doug for the first fall, Jayden stands up giving Doug some space to recover as he writhes on the mat.

“My balls….oh for fucks sake…you…will…ooooh god!” Doug’s pain seems to increase for a horrid moment, and his voice cracks as groans with the intensity of the pain in his balls.

Covering his mouth, Jayden can’t help but snicker at Doug’s loud and over the top reactions and he steps to the side looking over at Logan who is also laughing with a huge grin on his face.

It takes Doug almost ten minutes to finally get up, his bravado is gone and he limps to the center of the mat getting into his wrestling stance opposite of Jayden who has been waiting patiently.

“No more low blows, alright?” Jayden suggests. “Let’s just wrestle.”

Doug’s eyes widen “No way! I am going to get you back for that!”

Jayden sighs, “Your funeral.”

Even though Jayden’s words were quietly spoken and the air conditioning is loudly blowing in the gym, Doug seems to have heard him and moves ford purposely with another upwards kick.

Jayden ready for the move as this was Doug’s opening last time catches his foot in air leaving Doug’s arms wind milling around trying to stay upright as Doug not expecting what came next occurred in his attempt to stabilize himself.

Jayden ‘s fist shot forward, his knuckles connecting with Doug’s balls in a text-book uppercut as Jayden leans Doug’s foot all the way up in a higher kick, stretching his thigh in a hard split in air. The impact between Doug’s legs is instant and brutal. Doug’s eyes widen, a high-pitch yelp escapes his lips. Pain explodes from his groin, radiating through his whole body.

“Fuuuuuuuck! My nuu—uts! Not…again!” Doug’s voice hits an octave that Jayden’s didn’t know Doug could reach. He grabs his bulge, trying to double over but instead falls backwards Jayden going with him. The two slam into the mat, Jayden on top shoving Doug’s shoulders again to the mat in a classic schoolboy pin.

Jayden stands up over him, as he calmly informs Doug “I pinned you again…one more and this match is over. Maybe now we can just wrestle?”

Doug’s world narrows to the pain in his balls and he rolls onto his side, legs curling up. Doug’s breath comes in short gasps. The agony making it hard for Doug to think. He tries to speak, to say something clever but all he manages is another painful whimper. Vision blurring, the throbbing in Doug’s balls is all consuming. He can feel the sweat on his forehead as his whole body reacts to the blow. Doug’s hands tremble as they hold his aching nuts, the pain unrelenting from the third blow given to him by Jayden in such a short time.

Heading to the side of the mat, Jayden again waits for Doug to get up and he briefly wonders having time to think about this why are they doing a tryout like this? What can the coach really learn? Jayden pounders this as he looks up at the clock. “Doug if you don’t get up and soon, this is going to mark the end of our tryout…we are almost out of time.”

Jayden looks over at Coach Anderson who is writing furiously, but pauses sensing Jayden’s eyes looks over at him in what is unmistaken approval of beating down his top wrestler and captain of Midtown.

“My n—nuts…you fucker.”

Doug is on all fours now, breathing haggardly as his back arches up and down along with his breathing. Still in deep pain, Doug gets to his feet. Jayden walks over to him, grasping his hand and pulling him up the rest of the way.

“There now we can fini—sh!”

Doug grabs Jayden’s shoulders before either of them are in a proper wrestling stance and throws up a knee.

Jayden not prepared in the slightest has nowhere to go as Doug holds tight to his shoulders and the blow nails him hard from below. A gasp comes from him, as Doug’s knee meets his bulge crashing into his nuts and squashing them up against his taint. Jayden moans once, his legs wobbling and pressed further out from his body as Doug holds his knee in place, grinding away at Jayden’s groin, further pulverizing and tenderizing nutbag.

Mouth going dry, Jayden tries to push him off but Doug won’t let go of his shoulders. “My turn, Jayden.”

Doug raises his leg a little higher and Jayden can feel his feet being lifted off the floor and the horrible sensation of his body weight slumping down on Doug’s thigh, worsening the move now that his balls are squished even further from his own body weight.

“My boynuts!” gasps Jayden, eyes rolling back as the bright florescent yellow lights blind him momentarily as he stares straight up.

Doug shoves Jayden off of his knee and he falls to the mat below landing on his back unexpectedly cracking his head against the floor. Jayden’s world goes dark for a moment until he takes in a greedy breath.

“Oh…shit!” Jayden blinks to the image of Doug foot raised knowing what is about to happen. “No, don’t Doug” Jayden pleads, his voice breaking. “Don’t hit my nuts!” While he speaks Jayden just manages to raise his hands in an attempt to block the blow, but Doug ignored his pleas completely and brings down his foot hard. Jayden’s fingers graze Doug’s skin but barely stop the descent as Doug’s foot which lands on his vulnerable balls.

Thwack! The room echoes with Doug’s impact on Jayden’s singlet pouch mixing with the high scream from Jayden as his body jerks up gaping at the imprint that Doug’s foot is making in between his legs. The pain is excruciating, a deep ache that seems to pulse from inside of his squished balls.

“Please, stop!” Jayden cries out as his dark eyes bulge in his face. Doug shows no mercy as he strikes again, raising his foot and bring down his sole hit’s Jayden with another stomp. Thwack!

With each hit, Jayden’s balls swell more. Jayden can feel bruising beginning to form on his testicles as the relentless strikes send shockwaves throughout his young body. His dick unbelievably starts to chub up and slowly rises from the pounding that he is taking between his legs.

Doug raises his foot again, but Jayden throws up his own leg hitting Doug square in the crotch.

Doug’s foot hovers in air as Jayden’s foot nestles upward pressing his advance and crushing Doug’s nuts against his pelvis.

“Oh” Doug says quietly, his body quivering and drops his foot aiming for Jayden’s bulge one last time.

Jayden shakes his head “No!” and rolls into Doug’s standing foot sending him down on top of Jayden in a heap. Jayden groans underneath Doug’s weight as both teens grab their bulges rolling off away from each other to cup themselves and prevent anymore low blows.

In between Jayden’s hands, his fingers hold his genitals which throb along with his heartbeat. The pulsing between his fingers shoots up straight into his abdomen and Jayden moans his forehead presses firmly against the blue soft mat, his body shaking from the vicious hits below the belt.

“My nuts…ooo my nuts.” Jayden mumbles softly, trying to stay quiet. Jayden knows that he has some time to recover as Doug does not take hits to his manhood well, but what he does not know is how much time. The thought worries him, because Jayden does not want to take another hit. His latest growth spurt in his groin has left his nuts extra sensitive and he can barely think right now as the agony from Doug’s hard hits pump agonizing pain throughout his body.

Blinking a few times, Jayden finally opens is eyes that he was squeezing shut. Jayden finds Doug in a similar situation in the fetal position moaning and wincing as he cupped hands prod his own testicles.

Jayden takes a few deep breathes. He wants to finish this, and he wants it over now. Jayden does not want to go for another round.

Attempting to sit-up, Jayden feels his world spin and he falls back to the mat below gasping and grabbing his nuts as fresh wave of nauseousness floods him. “Ooooo that’s…damn…this hurts. My boy—nuts…ughhhh!”

Breathing hard Jayden is in a world of torment but the slow chuckle from a foot away causes him to turn as Doug starts crawling towards him on hand and knee. A deep look of need is etched into Doug’s brow as he grins showing all of his bared teeth. “Jayden…you will never be captain, and I am going to show everyone why.” Doug grabs his hips, sliding his body up Jayden’s thighs and yanks Jayden’s hands off of his privates leaving him open and exposed.

“Hard as a rock I see” Doug says moving his butt up some more as Jayden struggles to fight Doug off. Heat radiates from Doug’s crotch as he presses into Jayden’s bulge with his own. The two scrotums are pressed against each other and both boy’s stop struggling to look down at their crotches. Doug’s pouch is big and heavy up against Jayden’s own singlet mound but the damp heat coming from Doug pales in comparison to Jayden’s own girth and size. The large nuts in Jayden’s treasure bag loom larger over Doug’s and the fact that both are right up against the other set makes it easy to confirm who has the bigger set.

Doug stops speaking for a moment as he looks down, pausing to look at Jayden’s and then his own crotch. “How big…are you?”

Jayden decides not to be nice for once, “Your walnuts are nowhere near my plums Doug. But yeah, if you want to know I’m the biggest on our soon to be team. And just like my boyfriend, Chase whose also larger than you…you know what that means. Biggest is top dog here too!”

Doug’s mouth opens to retort, but Jayden thrusts up his hips, arching himself a bit so that his balls rollover on top of Doug’s and the older wrestler can no longer see his own balls as Jayden’s covers the smaller scrotum completely.

Jayden slowly advances more, his erection now aching to prove his worth and as Jayden sit-up, Jayden cock thumps Doug’s own limp noodle and the big thick man meat in Jayden’s Lycra singlet crosses over his adversary. Doug balks at the magnitude of Jayden’s equipment and shakes his head “How are you…” but doesn’t finish his statement as Jayden’s cockhead presses up past his dick and into Doug’s naval, oozing a little droplet on Doug’s blue uniform.

“I’m a growing boy, didn’t you know?” Jayden says toying with him as the two are now facing each other battling for dominance. Doug is losing momentum and steam as his own bulge seems to be swallowed up by Jayden’s vastly larger treasure bag and the heaviness found between Jayden’s legs seems to cause his own balls to shrivel in submission. Totally feeling emasculated Doug’s mouth falls open and Jayden drives him down to the mat, but stopping from pinning him as one hand reaches down to grab Doug’s smaller bulge in hand.

Doug tenses as Jayden lightly squeezes, twisting his wrist and Doug’s nuts but only holding them trapped as he leans down up against his foe saying “This could have been done with no ballbusing you know. You brought this earned, and therefore have earned this.” Jayden squeezes Doug’s balls which he has pulled away from his body so that Jayden can fully crush the trapped nutsack in hand without the squirmy, squishy orbs having a chance of escape.

“N—no stop, Jayden!” Doug gasps, his vision blurring. The agony is back between his thighs, and is all consuming once more, as the deep, throbbing pain reaches down to his very core.

Jayden squeezed harder as Doug’s eyes crisscross and he arches up against Jayden’s body his abdomen pressing into Jayden’s erection. A warmth spread through him, and Jayden had to pause in his squeezing to steady himself. The need to ejaculate was there, but he could push it off… for a bit and he regained his composure and dug in his fingers, sinking them deep into Doug’s very vulnerable and firm manhood.

“Fuckkkk! Ohhh my balls, m—my m-my balls!” Doug curses, his body wanting to sink deep into the mat. As he grits his teeth. “You…you got them both…Ooooh fuck!” Doug pants.

A smile creeps over Jayden’s face and he slams the nutbag against the mat, the balls squishing and flattening as Jayden presses the orbs flat against the ground. Doug shudders, but Jayden says “Look down!” Doug does so and Jayden positions his crotch next to Doug’s so that as he squeezes, Doug can see the bigger manhood’s shadow covering his own smaller one. Doug moans and shakes his head.

“How…I’m…older!” raw disbelief in Doug’s eyes spurns Jayden to press his advantage and with one finger, Jayden pushes Doug flat on his back saying “I win now.”

Jayden drags himself up, giving one last long squeeze that causes Doug to squeal before he stands erect and proud. His hardon is obnoxiously, past his naval and very obvious, but Jayden ignores it as he moves to the head coach.

“Coach Anderson” Jayden starts to say, but the man nods. He closes his notbook, and caps his pen, finished writing.

“I will think about the lot of you, and what is best for the team and ranks. Hit the showers, the list will be posted soon after I speak to Assistant Coach Buster,” Coach Anderson says, putting his notebook in his backpack. “Now scram, before we all get in trouble for going over our time limit.”

The guys start to file out of the room, but Jayden stays still locking eyes with Coach Anderson.

“What boy?” Coach Anderson asks in clear annoyance.

“Every member of my Bartlet team won today, we have all earned our spots. But this tryout was a joke, and you know it.” Jayden’s voice stays steady as he speaks to the older man, head tilted up to the taller man.

“Heh. I learned all that I needed to.” Coach Anderson smiles, but the warmth does not reach his cold eyes.

Before Jayden can say another word Coach Anderson turns back grabbing Doug and pulling him up. “Walk it off, Doug. Show me what you’re made of.”

Logan puts a hand on Jayden’s shoulder. The doors to the gym open as the pair head to the exit.

“What’s going to happen now Logan?”

Logan gives his head a shake. “Not sure, but you all put on quite the show. I’m…proud of all of you.”

Jayden smiles at Logan, cheeks reddening as he opens the locker room door. “We certainly kicked some ass today, huh…coach?”

A wide smile spreads on his face. “Absolutely, captain. Now hit the showers and get cleaned up.” Logan smacks him playfully on the butt. Jayden pushes him back, and runs towards down the hallway, laughing Logan right on his heels.

 

 

~End