College Tournament IV  2 
by Agua



The story is a continuation of "College Tournament IV (1)".

ATTENTION! This story contains explicit sexual and violent material incl.
rape, castration and torture and should only be read by adults. If
ball-busting is a matter of offense, please DO NOT read!

Part 2

Team A under the leadership of Tanja had lost the majority of the first 7
fights. Especially the strong black and Arab males had failed. If her team
wasn't able to win the next fights, Tanja and her team would lose.

1)On the list of both teams stood now a girl: For team A started Tina, a white
girl of approximately 25 years. She wore the bikini thong, the last piece of
equipment of team A. Team B sent again a young (18) Chinese girl (Yingyang)
into the ring. She was dressed in the shorts + pussy-guard her team had
captured in fight (3) from the black girl. Since she was the 5th girl to wear
the pussy- guard directly on her slit, its' female smell would make every man
horny within seconds! Tina was somewhat concerned because her opponent wore a
slit-protector, but since Yingyang's tits, throat and stomach were unguarded,
Tina hoped to handle the situation. Both fighters encircled each other.
Yingyang suddenly got behind Tina and shoved her against a table. The corner
of the table was at crotch level, and a wave of pain shot through Tina's
groin. Her body bent in pain over the table and she gagged. Yingyang violently
shove her midsection. Tina was trapped and her light nylon thongs offered no
protection. Her face was red with anger and pain, and her upper body went limp
on the table. Yingyang still pushed Tina's ass tormenting her crotch by the
sharp edge of the table. Tina was groaning in pain. As Yingyang tried to climb
on Tina, she gathered all her strength and rose up so that Yingyang fell to
ground. Before Yingyang could get to her feet again, Tina drove her foot into
Yingyang's mid section with all her might. Though Yingyang wore a pussy-guard,
put it was positioned too low to shelter the whole abdomen so that her tender
ovaries were crushed by Tina's kick. Tina didn't want to give Yingyang any
chance to recover and sent her foot into Yingyang's mid section again.
Yingyang was still down and moaning in pain. Tina quickly sat down on her
stomach where she could take control of her opponent's tits. With her left
hand, Tina reached back and grabbed the front-shield of Yingyang's
slit-protector and yanked it upward. The cords with that the guard was fixed
on the back, were torn along the ass-crack and finally cut like a knife into
Yingyang's slit. Additionally, Tina's right hand gave Yinyang's tits an
effective work-over. Finally, the only thing Yinyang could do, was to
surrender. Tina proudly stripped her. Yinyang's smelly pussy-guard and shorts
were welcome at Team A that suffered from a lack of equipment.

2)Rajid, the only Arab male in the mainly female Team B prepared for the
fight. He insisted to wear the cup, but as he saw the stains the former wearer
had left in the white cotton jockstrap, he demanded to wear a practically
clean bikini thong underneath. After putting on thongs + jockstrap he even
added the jeans to keep his cup in position and to prevent his opponent from
simply grabbing into the jock. His team-leader Melanie was not happy to see
him wear so much of the precious equipment since the stock of Team B was
melting like ice in the sunshine. Rajid's Team A-opponent, a hot looking blond
girl, just wore the blue nylon shorts her team had just captured. The shorts
showed many "creamy" stains of unhappy Scott who had lost fight (1) and his
cream. Like all macho males, Rajid got mad seeing a girl wearing uniforms
taken from overwhelmed men. He immediately run against her and threw her down.
In triumph he laid on her as if he wanted to take her. His cock started to
grow in anticipation, but was hindered by his cup. The girl moaned in pain
from the fall and from the pain her abdomen was experiencing from Rajid's hard
cup. In her desperation, her weak fists flew against his muscle-bound body.
But the only result was a laughter from Rajid. She hugged Rajid's body in a
vain attempt to drag him off her body. On his back, she touched his jeans and
felt the bikini thong he wore underneath. This was her salvation! She grabbed
the thong and yanked it as hard as she could. The thong was torn upward in his
ass-crack, and of course, the material was taken from the front-part! Since
Rajid wore the thong underneath his cup, the ball-protector was useless, and
his left ball got trapped between the thong and his pelvic bone. He howled in
pain, but this sound was for the girl a signal of triumph, and she just
increased her efforts to give him a major wedgie. Inch by inch she tugged his
thong upwards, and the deadly trap closed around Rajid's ball. Finally, all he
could do, was to surrender, and the girl proudly took his jeans, cup and
thong. Rajid still lay on the ground trying to rub the pain from his balls
with both hands.

3)The victorious girl of Team A handed the captured cup and her shorts to her
mate John, a muscular black boy of 24 years. Unlike the Arab who had lost the
previous fight, John had no restraints to put on the cup + jockstrap that had
worn another guy before him. Just that John was much too well-hung for this
medium-sized cup. Thus his Anaconda-like cock was sheltered by the cup, while
his balls hung out and were between the edge of cup and his pelvic bone.
"Again an XXS egg-cup for white and Asian boys!", he muttered and put his
shorts on. His opponent, a beautiful black girl, had well observed John's
problems and grinned in anticipation. She was just dressed in bikini thongs
and bra. The fight was over before it really started: WHAMP! With a swift
groin-kick, the girl finished her enemy. Held in position by his cup, John's
balls couldn't flee >from their deadly trap and were literally squashed
between the edge of cup and his pelvic bone. John's mouth flew open, emitting
a silent scream. He fell to his knees and finally curled up into a ball.
Hardly able to control his motion anymore, his cock released some piss and
precum from his battered balls into the cotton jockstrap. Due to his in fetal
position, the victorious girl had some difficulties to take the shorts + cup,
but finally succeeded. So again, these precious pieces of equipment changed
the owner. The wrecked male fighter was no danger anymore and was left behind
naked. Some liquid still drooled from his cock. "I see you are still wet with
pleasure", mocked the beautiful black girl. Tanja was shocked: The proud,
muscular Arab and black boys, she had put so much hope in, had completely
failed. All of them had been easily overwhelmed by much weaker opponents.

4)Both teams had male fighters on their lists. Thomas, an average-sized, 25-
year-old, white boy started for Team A. he was dressed in these stretch jeans
only in which his package bulged visibly. Team B sent Kwong, a young (18),
slim, Vietnamese boy into the ring. Though, his team had captured the groin
cup, but it was afraid to lose it again. This was of special concern since for
team A another 3 males would have to fight, and Marlene didn't want to give
them a nut- shell! Therefore Kwong was just dressed in white cotton briefs and
the blue nylon shorts his team had captured only minutes ago. Thomas was
somewhat stronger and easily threw Kwong down. He jumped on top of Kwong to
pin him, but Kwong was willing to fight back. He moved his hand between
Thomas' spread legs, wrapped his fingers around his exposed nuts and squeezed.
"I got you by the balls," Kwong explained. Thomas cried out but it didn't stop
Kwong. With some routing, Kwon applied the vicious "Grab, twist and pull!"
technique as good as he could through Thomas' tight jeans! Thomas was in panic
as he felt how soft and tender his balls were, and Kwong even increased the
pressure on them. As much as he could, Kwong begun to twist. "Please let go!"
Thomas pleaded. Kwong just ignored him and grabbed with his other hand for the
zip to open Thomas' jeans. This was the point when Thomas realized that he was
lost if he didn't stop this immediately. Despite the pain in his nut-sack, he
jumped up ripping Kong's hand off his jeans and stumbled some steps backward.
He would need just some seconds to recover. He bent over, his hands firmly
pressed against his injured seat of virility. But Kwong didn't want to give
him time to recover and attacked the helpless Thomas. It was surely just a
matter of some seconds till Thomas would be finished completely. Thomas was
still bent over and as the Vietnamese boy grabbed his head to strangle him,
Thomas looked directly at the glistening nylon shorts in with the triple-bulge
of two plums and a gherkin was visible. Not big, but visible. Thomas drove his
fist into the tender target. Kwong was stunned, his motion haltered
immediately. Without hesitation, Thomas brought himself and his opponent into
the position for a nice knee-shot to his groin. Even though Kwong's balls were
tiny, they were of course highly sensitive. As Thomas' leg met Kwong's dead
center, it drove the air off his lungs. Without any muscle control Kwong fell
to the floor and curled into the fetal position, eyes moist, almost crying.
There was nothing he could do. He was at the mercy of the two tiny eggs in his
shorts sending wave upon wave of pain into his youthful body. He couldn't
think straight; there was nothing but the pain. Thomas added some fist-cuffs
into his opponent's boyhood and took the shorts and briefs of his subdued
enemy. This naked Vietnamese boy was really slim, his skin smooth, soft and
hairless and his apple-ass tight! Of course, Thomas was horny as all the other
participants, and surely it wasn't his fault that he had a boy and not a girl
as opponent! So why not take what was his right?! With these thoughts, Thomas
forced Kwong to lay face down and to spread his legs. As Thomas opened his
tight jeans, his cock jumped out of the zip. Kwong's ass-pussy was an alluring
target. Without prior warning, Thomas thrust his cock into the subdued boy's
rectum. Kwong screamed in pain, but this just increased Thomas' desire to show
that he is the dominant macho that easily takes every submissive slattern, no
matter whether male or female! Finally Thomas came. After a short rest, he
drew his cock out of the other boys' pussy and stood up. Kwongs' asshole was
crowned with white foam. He lied there beaten and dishonored, while his
opponent walked off the ring taking his briefs and shorts.

5)This fight was again a purely female encounter: For team A started Dong, a
Korean girl dressed in groin-guard + bikini bra and the shorts her team had
captured from the Vietnamese boy. Her team-B-opponent was Shaira, a beautiful
Arab girl just equipped with a bikini thong. She would have also worn a pussy
guard if her team had one. But unfortunately, nearly all equipment was in the
hands of team A. Right in the beginning of the fight both opponents got into a
clinch. Shaira sent a swift groin kick against Dong, her foot nicely connected
with the crotch- seam of Dong's nylon shorts. But thanks to her abdominal
protection, the kick showed no clear effect. Dong decided to give Shaira some
of her own medicine and in a favorite moment, she drove her knee against
Shaira's crotch. This surely showed a remarkable effect, since Shaira's thong
didn't offer any protection! Dong "bullrushed" her opponent into a corner. She
slammed knee after knee into her lower abdomen, stomach and crotch. Shaira
slumped to the mat. Without hesitation, Dong grabbed Shaira's legs and held
them up in the air. She raised her foot and drove the heel down into Shaira's
lust-center. Shaira let out a shriek and tried to roll away. Dong, however,
held her tight and then drove her foot into Shaira's crotch even harder. Now
Dong left her heel against Shaira's panties and started grinding. The Arab
girl was beside herself from the pain. After 10 seconds, her thong soaked with
blood along the crotch-seam. Dong withdrew her foot and released Shaira's
legs. Amanda rolled helplessly to her side and cupped her aching crotch.
Shaira still lay on the ground, while the victorious Dong stood above her, a
vicious grin in her face. To strip the helpless girl was easy. With her
thongs, Shaira lost nearly the last piece of equipment of her team. Dong was
honored by the applause of her team as she proudly presented the bloody stains
to her team Shaira had left in her thong.

6)Even though both teams had made their lists independently of each other, now
they had the same combination as in fight one: A muscular black boy (Simon) of
team A faced a white girl of team B (Doreen). Since team B had lost all
equipment except 2 tighty-whities, the white girl only wore a pair of white
male cotton briefs. In fact, these were the same her mate had captured in
fight 4 >from Ben. Of course, they were somewhat stained and smelly after a
well-hung black man had worn them, but Doreen knew that this would distract
her opponent even more. Like her, Simon also put some cotton briefs. He wanted
to put on the jeans (captured from a girl) as well, but since those had a
female style, they were too tight for him (especially in the crotch). So he
preferred to wear the shorts that had changed the owner several times since
fight 1. Unfortunately, the protective cup was in the hands of team B, so that
Simon could not protect his heavy set of balls that bulged prominently in his
tight shorts. Simon didn't waste a second and run against Doreen. She was
somewhat surprised by his sudden assault, and he easily grabbed her throat and
crotch. She replied with an immediate, painful grip on his privates. Despite
the pain on his basket, Simon crotch-lifted Doreen so that her hand finally
released his package. – Not without sending another jolt of pain through his
body! Simon slammed her down hard, driving the air off her lungs and leaving
her dizzy from the impact. Now, she lay on the ground, unable to move, her
legs slightly spread. From his grip, her briefs were yanked upward so that her
red cunt was now visible. Simon's cock replied to her alluring and inviting
pose, especially since her cunt was even wet! Abusing her dizzy status, Simon
threw himself on his helpless opponent. With a firm grip of his right hand, he
secured her arms, while his left hand traveled down to help his boner out of
his tight briefs and shorts. Since he couldn't strip his pants down with one
hand, he simply bowed his boner down and guided it out at his leg. He freed
the entrance to Doreen's pussy from her briefs the same way. Now, he thrust
his plug into her socket. Moaning with pain and pleasure, Doreen tried a last
time to resist him, but Simon, had her arms under control and his body rested
heavy on hers. Both teams glanced at his tight ass that was still covered by
his sweaty glistening nylon shorts as he rammed his sword into her sheath
rhythmically again and again. Finally, Doreen finished her resistance and
followed his motions as far as she could. Both fighters came practically
simultaneously. Simon pumped his slimy cream into her slit, and Doreen
shrieked with pleasure. After he had finished, Simon stood up and left Doreen
on the dusty ground, exposing her cream-dribbling cunt to anyone to see. Of
course he didn't forget to undress her briefs and take them to his corner. His
team congratulated him for this victory.

7)In this fight, a purely Arabian couple of Haleb, a well-hung macho man (team
A), and Shajira, a beautiful, graceful girl faced each other. The girl of team
B had no other choice than to take the last piece of uniform: The
tighty-whities her Chinese mate had worn in fight (4). Her opponent, however,
could freely chose from the huge stock of his team. To humiliate her, Haleb
decided to take only stuff his team had captured from team-B-girls. He put on
the briefs, Simon had captured in the last fight and the female stretch-jeans.
Of course, those were somewhat too tight for his well-equipped package, but
this inconvenience he was willing to take. Shajira was much more agile than
Haleb expected: She was behind him even before he knew what was going on. She
quickly wound her arm around his neck to strangle him. Surprised by this
assault, Haleb fell backwards. Both fighters were now on the ground, he with
his back on her breast. Shajira had still wound her arm around his neck and
strangled him. In this position, he could do nothing. Therefore he stopped all
resistance and lay calmly on her. Shajira used his "cooperation" and threw his
body off hers. Quickly, she sit on his breast with her arms pressing against
his arms so that he couldn't move. Her face looked at his exposed groin, her
ass was close to his face. To humiliate Haleb even more, she shoved her
abdomen into his face so that her asshole was now on his nose. In fact she
even intended to piss on his face! But suddenly, a jolt of pain shot through
her beautiful body: Haleb bit in her cunt-lips that drove her to hysterically
shrieking. In unspeakable pain, Shajira rolled off her opponent, cupping her
aching pussy. Not to give her a chance to recover, Haleb shoved her to the
edge of the ring where he could bind her hands against a post. He forced her
body into a doggy position and punished every trial to break out with a
precise cunt bust! With delight, Haleb stripped her male cotton briefs. The
virgin-white color was disturbed by yellow stains on both male (front) and
female (between the legs) position. Then, he slammed her legs apart so that
her pussy and asshole were even more exposed. In fact, the fight had turned
her on so that her intimate area was wet! Haleb opened his tight jeans were
his boner already waited to be freed. Dominant and male as he was, he didn't
hesitate a second to bump and grind her! As he recognized that she was about
to cum even before him, he withdrew his sword from her pussy and rammed it
into her ass-hole! After her first pain and surprise, she begun to enjoy the
"ride". Of course, her rectum was much tighter than her worn out pussy so that
the stimulation for Haleb was much more intensive. Both twens came nearly
simultaneously. Haleb shot his load into her ass-pussy. Since her rectum could
not house this amount, it run out as Haleb withdrew his cock. The abused
female fighter hang powerless in her bonds. Her cunt and ass- crack glistened
with various liquids. Still showing a semi-hard-on, Haleb left the ring taking
the briefs of his subdued opponent.

8)The last fight was the decisive one: Both teams had now won 7 fight. So the
last fight would determine the winner! For team A, a hot-locking, young (18)
Italian boy entered the ring. He was dressed in shorts and jeans. Underneath
he wore the female groin guard to have at least some protection, since his
team possessed any uniform item except the egg-cup! He faced the gorgeous
blond Swedish girl Susanne. She was naked -- except that she wore the male cup
+ jockstrap that he needed so urgently! But how could it help her: Her real
cunt and asshole was not covered by the guard, just her Venus mound. Well, it
would at least dampen some kicks and punches targeting her crotch, as well as
his pussy-guard could take the bite off her attacks even though it was not
designed to house a fully developed male package. And further, seeing her wear
a captured male cup also had a psychological effect reminding him of the
weakness of his own sex and awaking all the images in his mind of his mates
that had failed against weaker girls even though they had worn this cup. How
could he win then, without proper protection for his most tender organ? And
his opponent even encouraged his pessimist thought: "As I see, you are wearing
a female pussy- guard and female stretch-jeans?! Don't worry, when I'm through
with you, you'll be a girl!" Her vicious kick got him off-guard and found its'
tender target: Though his pussy-guard was curved at this point to shelter a
girl's Venus mound, of course it didn't provide enough room to cover a mature
male package. So his precious virility was crushed between the pelvic guard
and his pelvic bone. "Ooooo!" Giorgio's hands reached down to cup his injured
lust-center. Such a blow without protection would have finished him, but
wearing the slit-protector, the pain was somehow bearable. Susanne used his
disorientation to reach down for his pussy-guard. As she got an edge of it,
Susanne yanked it upward as hard as she could. This technique is unfair enough
against a girl since the cords that fix the guard on the back will tighten and
tear in her ass-crack and pussy, but for a boy it's even worse: His ball-sac
that lay more or less comfortable in the small pit for the Venus mound, was
yanked upward as well and even trapped and crushed between his pelvic bone and
the cords! Giorgio already howled in agony, but Susanne even increased her
efforts! For better effect, she rushed her knee up into his package. This was
more than Giorgio could take; he broke down, hardly conscious. It would have
been easy for Susanne to finish her enemy and to win the fight, but obviously,
she enjoyed the game and wanted to play with him somewhat longer. So she just
used his helpless situation to strip him and to put on his clothes: The
pussy-guard, of course, and the stretch-jeans. Both fitted her perfectly. She
just left him the nylon shorts. She threw the male cup that she didn't need
anymore to her team. "OK, boy, get up!" Giorgio still lay some minutes moaning
and motionless on the ground before he got to his feet again. He put on the
shorts Susanne had left him and stormed against her. Both fighter immediately
got into a close fight, and Giorgio was able to get her in a kind of bear hug
from behind. His both hands cupped her tender tits and he applied the "Grab,
twist and pull!" technique. As he did so, Susanne's back arched and she
yelped. To defend, her hand reached into his shorts and felt immediately at
home. Susanne began to crush and twist his naked balls. That surely hurt!
Susanne taunted her victim: "How does it feel to have your nuts twisted?".
Poor Giorgio couldn't answer, but tried to continue his destructive work on
her tits. It was just a question of what is tougher: A pair of female tits or
a set of twisted balls? The answer came quick since after a short period of
torture, Giorgio passed out. Susanne loved the fact that guys have balls, that
she could twist them and pull on them and a man can't do anything about it.
But she was also a bit disappointed: "What a wimp! Who wants to be the next?!"
So this last fight ended as the first: A team-A-boy lay scattered on the
ground while a team-B-girl stood over him posing victory and resting her foot
on his source of manhood – just in case! Susanne waited another minute till
his shorts had soaked even more with the precum that drooled from Giorgio's
battered cock, before she took them. In these fights, the shorts had been worn
by many boys and after stomps against his virility everyone had added some
nice stains, so that these shorts were now a report of hapless male privates
whose owners could not protect them from furious female fists, knees and feet!

Team B had won 8 of 15 fights. The result was tight but clear. The male and
female fighters of team A had to hand out all uniforms they still possessed
and to go home naked. Team B triumphed for having captured a huge pile of
clothing: T-shirts, shoes, jeans, but also male and female underwear and
protective armament. We'll see whether they can use it for the next College
Tournament ...