My Life In A Gang part 4
By Agua
The story is about tough fights between a girls' and a boy gang. Exploiting a boy's "weak spot" often helps the girls.



This story contains explicit sexual and violent material incl. rape, castration 
and torture and 
should only be read by adults. If ballbusting is a matter of offence, please DO 
NOT read. 


4. Boys vs. Boys

One day we observed a fight between the jeansers and another boys' army. (We 
called them 
the sport guys as they always wore shiny running or exercise Lycra tights or 
compression 
pants and tight spandex swimming trunks as underwear.) The order of the colors 
for the 
different ranks was exactly vice versa compared to the jeansers: The sport 
rookies wore black 
running tights, soldiers dark blue, privates red, corporals medium blue and so 
on.
This day we observed a troop of 4 rookies led by a private which had to fight 
against 4 
jeansers' soldiers commanded by a corporal. We had already seen fights like this 
before: 
Traditionally the boys of both armies preferred karate techniques, but never 
attacked the groin 
of their enemies. But it seemed as if the jeansers had learned from their fights 
against us:
One sport rookie attacked a jeanser with different karate kicks to his head and 
body (always 
above the belt) that the jeanser nicely blocked. To have a safe standing, both 
boys stood with 
slightly spread legs. In a favorable second, the jeanser sent a straight kick 
between the spread 
legs of his enemy! The sport guy cupped his hands around the clearly visibly 
bulge in his 
tights, bent over and started to howl and cough! Finally, he dropped to his 
knees for some 
seconds, then fell to the ground where he laid coiled up to a ball for the rest 
of the fight. - 
Wow, a real nutcracker!
Another sport guy attacked a jeanser with a karate kick to his head. The jeanser 
cached his leg 
so that the sport guy had one leg on the ground, the other in the height of his 
enemies' head. 
Now the jeanser rammed his elbow several times against the well exposed privates 
of the 
sport rookie! He broke down, just puking and coughing, unable to fight or to 
move! The sport 
boy sobbed like a baby!
A young sport rookie (maybe he was 16) had managed to get his enemy into a sweat 
box. The 
jeansers response was a swift grip from behind between the spread legs of his 
opponent. For 
his age, the sport boy was well developed, so that his package was an infallible 
target! Seems, 
the young boy had never experienced such a powerful ball-squeezing as he was 
screaming 
over and over! Finally, he couldn't help but surrendered. 
The other two fights ended similarly: The jeansers attacked the balls of their 
enemies and 
because those were not at all prepared for this technique, they had no chance at 
all. Even the 
private leading the troop, a muscular black boy in tight red Lycra exercise 
shorts, had to 
surrender. The jeansers bonded the arms of their captivates. Unlike with fights 
between us and 
the jeansers, this time the jeansers didn't seem to be very interested in 
inspecting the 
underwear and privates of their prisoners. Just the youngest was forced to bend 
over, his shiny 
black spandex tights were stripped down, and he was screwed by two jeansers. One 
of them, 
an Arab stallion, had a huge cock that really tore up the virgin asshole of the 
sport boy. From 
our safe position on the hill, we enjoyed this scenario, especially since the 
young boy was 
howling in pain. In fact, one of my girls enjoyed this scenery this much that 
her jeans and 
underwear soaked in her juices.
After the rape was over, we decided that we should help those sport guys. Not, 
that we liked 
them very much, but the jeansers were our enemies, and it was good to have 
another boy 
army as friend or at least not against us. I was a corporal and commanded 10 
girls organized 
in two groups of 4 rookies led by a private. I thought that it's not to 
difficult to run this 
operation, because we were twice as many fighters as the jeansers. (The sport-
guys were bond 
and couldn't inject into the fight.) Surely, the jeansers wore cups, otherwise 
they would not 
have attacked the sport guys this directly. Therefore I ordered my girls to fix 
their own 
protective equipment properly. We approached the jeansers carefully always 
hiding in the 
bushes. Just as we were close enough, we rushed against them. The surprise-
effect was with 
us! The soldiers were thrown down, mostly one girl sat down on the boy's breast 
fixing his 
arms with her legs. The other girl stripped his jeans and cup down. The love-
plums of any 
boy, who didn't quickly surrender, got a special treatment! 
I wanted to fight personally against the jeanser corporal. (My both privates 
were close to me 
to support me in case of doubt.) Amazingly, he didn't wear a cup! But I had a 
Taekwondoo 
cup, which I had captured some days ago. He was strong enough to throw me down 
and to lay 
on me. He grabbed my both arms, but now, he had no hand free to attack me 
further. When he 
realized I wore a cup, he immediately tried to avoid any contact between his 
abdomen and 
mine. Seems, my cup caused him pain. - This was a chance I had to take! I 
managed to turn 
him around so that I laid on him. Now, I used my armored abdomen as rammer 
against his 
balls! He screamed in pain and got weaker and weaker! Finally, I rolled and 
mangled over his 
malehood like a rolling-pin over dough! After he had passed out, I opened his 
jeans. His light-
blue nylon shorts had wet stains of piss and precum. I took them proudly.
Meanwhile, all jeansers were naked and under our control. The bond sport-guys 
looked 
stupidly: They had never seen a girl fighting, and especially not with these 
nut-cracking 
techniques! We freed them and gave them the naked jeansers as prisoners. (Of 
course, we 
kept the captured equipment.) Now, the sport-guys were even more astonished. I 
told them 
that this present is a symbol of friendship and that we count on their support 
whenever we are 
in difficulties. I asked the young sport guy who had been screwed whether he 
wanted to 
revenge. He agreed and chose the Arab stallion to be bumped and ground. We 
helped him to 
keep the Arabian calm. The cock of the young rookie was somewhat smaller than 
those of the 
Arabian but still quite big. And the asshole of the Arabian was still virgin, so 
that he was 
crying in pain while he was taken!

Some months later, I observed a fight between a jeansers' group and a sport 
team. Meanwhile, 
the sport guys had learnt from their defeat and were equipped with cups in their 
compression 
shorts and all the other protective gear. In the last time, we were not always 
victorious. Often, 
some of our troops were overwhelmed by a jeansers' team, their equipment was 
stolen and 
they were raped. Therefore we often saw boys running around in captured jeans 
and panties. 
Female rookie-jeans could be recognized from the lacking bottom-pockets and 
their more 
female cut. Female jeans were mostly stretch jeans of thin material that fitted 
tight to the 
body. In these tight female jeans the boys' butts looked even hotter! Nowadays, 
the jeansers 
hired younger and younger boys (from 16 years on), many of them were equipped 
with 
captured female jeans and underwear. And also this jeanser team consisted of 
young rookies 
in female recruit jeans. While formerly during fights between boys, any hit 
below the belt was 
regarded as "unmale", now the boys on both sides tried to abuse the "weak spot" 
of their 
enemies. Since these jeansers didn't wear cups, the well protected sport guys 
were in 
advantage and made the jeansers howl in pain when they attacked their groin by 
kicking, 
squeezing or fisting. Rarely a jeanser succeeded in grabbing underneath his 
enemy's cup. 
After a short but painful fight, all young jeansers were under control. As the 
sport team was 
superior in number, every jeanser was dominated by one or two sport boys. Since 
we girls 
were not easy victims anymore, the boys of all gangs run around horny, looking 
for sexual 
relief. Therefore meanwhile, it seemed to be usual that captured boys were 
screwed, also to 
humiliate them! The sport guys quickly found that their captured enemies wore 
female jeans 
and panties: "Oh, look I got a girl, here. She has a small cock but a nice pussy 
underneath her 
panties!", shouted the sport guys. The jeans were quickly stripped off despite 
the last 
resistance. Then, the young jeansers had to go down into dog position. It was 
easy to tug away 
the female panties or thongs most jeansers wore underneath, for that their 
assholes were free 
to be bumped and ground! All the young rookies with their virgin slits were 
shrieking in pain 
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