My Life In A Gang part 9
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.


9. Bad times for the jeansers 

Since we had taken all equipment from the boys, they had only clothing of boys who were not 
in the HQ at the moment we took it. Therefore all jeanser troops were poorly equipped for one 
or two weeks: While practically all our girls wore cups or groin guards, male or female 
panties or shorts and jeans - everything of best quality! -  most boys run around now in 
underwear only without any protectors. And those boys who had some old and worn-out 
jeans, had no underwear with it, because it was needed for some other boys. Often, one could 
even recognize yellow piss stains ("cock spots") in their underwear or light-blue jeans 
because we had taken even the washing-machines out of their HQ! It was not clear why the 
jeansers didn't simply buy new equipment. Maybe, they hoped to capture uniforms and 
equipment from us or other boy gangs. But this was not going to happen. In contrary: The 
jeansers were now easy victims for us, but also for other boy gangs. - In fact, we were very 
happy that we could fight against boys without cups for the first time after many months. A 
boy's balls are such a perfect and irresistible target! I had nearly forgotten the feeling of 
beating or squeezing a pair of unprotected nuts! It was a nice feeling to grab a jeanser's balls 
through his thin nylon shorts as they mostly didn't even have briefs underneath! Of course, it 
was just for us a nice feeling, not for the jeansers! Therefore, we used these two weeks to train 
our inexperienced recruits in "real" fights. 
Often, a simple closed fist to a boy's balls crumpled him up. One day I saw one our 
youngsters (maybe she was 15) firing off kicks and fist cuffs at her enemy's (a private) balls. 
Even from the distance I could hear how he let out a loud gasp as the girlish hand connected 
with his bulging nuts. I went closer to instruct the girl, because even though she did quite 
well, she still had to learn a lot! The twen-boy was on the ground, while the girl sit on his 
back. I advised her to reach with one of her hands between his legs from behind and grab his 
throbbing balls through his thin nylon shorts. The boy was whimpering in agony while she 
gave his nuts a nice working over.
Two soldiers in shiny white shorts saw what was happening and ran against her. Both guys 
looked quite hot and muscular, just dressed in semitransparent sweaty shorts with regular 
white briefs underneath. Their packages clearly bulged while they ran. I decided that she 
should try to defend herself without my help. She was still on the ground, working on the 
nearly unconscious private. She was stripping off his yellow nylon shorts, pretending not to 
see the attacking jeansers. As the boys reached her, she looked straight up between their 
muscular legs right at those exposed vulnerable packages. As soon as the boys touched her, 
she slammed her fists twice or thrice into both prominent bulges! Both boys were 
immediately unable to fight, their mouths were open in a silent scream. Clutching their balls, 
they he sank to the knees and fell hard onto the side, curled up with their hands pressed tightly 
to the nuts. These fools were completely unprepared and so easily overwhelmed by a tiny 
teenage girl! She got up and stood over the helpless boys. She looked down at their muscular 
bodies rocking back and forth in a vain attempt to fight the pain. She almost had an orgasm 
looking at these now helpless, formerly strong soldiers. Both emitted high-pitched squeals and 
had tears in their eyes. With my help, the girl undressed their nylon shorts as well as their 
dirty briefs. I taunted the guys "I hope you like each other very much!" and put the stained, 
smelly pants of each boy over the head of the respective other boy, so that each boy had to 
smell the cock spots of his mate! Then, I took a pair of cuffs and chained the jewels of both 
boys together, simply by putting one cuff around the privates of each boy.

Some boys who were not in the HQ that day, still had captured girlish jeans and panties but 
didn't dare to wear them after we were so ruling. They rather preferred to share a jeans and a 
pair of briefs with a mate. But during a fight, suddenly a youngster in female recruit jeans 
attacked me. He must be crazy! How could he dare! Even worse: From some coffee stains I 
recognized that that these were the jeans of one of my friends. "You are the one who tortured 
and raped my friend! You will regret it!", I muttered between breaths For luck, he didn't wear 
any protector, thus it was an easy fight: We were locked up in a collar & elbow. While I 
embraced his hips with my right arm for that he could not break out, my left fist slammed 
again and again into his groin. In revenge, he tried to choke me, but this didn't stop me! 
Wham, wham, wham! I could feel how his balls were flattening and softening under my 
pounds! For the last hits, I spread my fingers so that both my index and middle finger, caught 
one ball each with devastating power! His whole body spasmed and finally, he broke down. 
He wore one of these female stretch jeans of very thin material through which you can feel 
any detail. I grabbed for his balls but felt only a pulpy mass. I was not 100% sure, but maybe 
he was one more teenage jeanser whose virility way taken by a female fighter! I laid him on 
the beak and stripped down his jeans. Underneath, he even wore a white female silk thong, 
probably my friend's. My assumption to have him cracked was confirmed when I saw his 
panties soaking with the liquid dripping from his dick!