BIG Steve vs. LITTLE Bob
 
 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 knucks 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 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 as 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 levi clad groin. Jeff squeezed the
punks 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 punks fingers away from his hurt nuts. Then
Jeff dug his fingers into the punks 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 remove 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.