College Tournament IV

Author: Agua

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 OFFENCE, PLEASE DO NOT READ!

The story is about a wrestling fight between boys and girls whereby both sides use unfair techniques. Guess who will win ...

College Tournament IV

After the boys hadn’t won College Tournament III, they were a kind of unwilling to fight the girls again. But also the girls still felt the pain in their tits and between the legs. Therefore, it was discussed to fight in mixed teams now. The girls agreed under the condition that two of them were the team leaders.

The next afternoon, all interested college students met in the park. Tanja and Marlene were chosen as team-leaders. They could chose from a pool of 15 boys and 15 girls always one fighter, and then the other team-leader chose the next. Of course, the toughest fighters – no matter whether male or female – were chosen first. To make it more tricky, it was agreed that the order of fighters during the tournament had to be written on a paper independently by the two teams. So it was not clear who would have to fight against whom. Boy against girl or girl vs. girl or two boys against each other. Since the fighters came from different grades and covered an age range from 18 to 26, it could be in worst case that a slender 18-year-old Chinese girl would have to fight against a muscular 26-year-old black guy!

To increase the pugnacity between the two teams, also the equipment had to be chosen from a pool alternately by the two team-leaders. All boys and girls taking part in the tournament had to strip the clothes and protectors they wore and to throw it on a heap. Now they all stood naked and waited for their leaders to dress them again. Bikini thongs + bras, male tighty-whities, nylon shorts, jeans, wrestling and running tights but also some male and female groin protectors formed the pool from which the team-leaders could chose. Not to over-equip the fighters, only one third of this stuff was free to chose. Alternately choosing a piece of equipment, both leaders tried to arm their teams as good as possible. Since only the one fighter needed to be dressed who had to go into the ring next, the team-leader would hand him or her the clothes and protectors not before the fight. Additionally, both teams hoped to capture uniforms and cups from their opponents.

Team A, lead by Tanja, consisted of 10 boys and 5 girls (6 girls including her) of different ages and races. Predominantly, Tanja had chosen the older, stronger and muscular black and Arab boys (following her sexual preferences!). They had 1 pair of cotton tighty-whities, 1 female silk thongs (+ bras), a worn-out blue jeans, soccer nylon shorts and 1 female groin (pussy) guard.

Team B, lead by Marlene, had 10 female and 5 male fighters. Tendentiously, her team consisted of younger and weaker fighters. Therefore, vicious Marlene had immediately chosen the only male cup from the pool of equipment because the unprotected, dangling packages of the male fighters were the only obvious weakness in the opponent team. Marlene had 2 female bikini thong slips + bras, 2 virgin-white male cotton briefs and the egg-cup, of course.

The tournament was organized in 15 rounds, so that always 2 fighters faced each other. Let the slaughter begin!

1. Team A sent Scott, a muscular black man of 26 years, into the ring. He just wore tight medium blue nylon shorts. Since he was well-hung and his shorts somewhat too tight and short, the head of his cock hung out on his right leg. As he faced his opponent, a beautiful white girl just dressed in red bikini thongs + bra, his cock rose quickly. As he thought about how he would subdue and take this blond slattern, his cock left some visible stains of precum in his shorts. The girl notice the joy of his reproductive organ, but she was not ready for that he intended. Her only aim was to crack his ”joy-stick!”

But in the beginning, she played his game and showed him her obvious interest in a sex-venture. Both fighters approached and Scott didn’t stop her as she reached forward and rested her hand on his genitals. She moved her hand in slow circles adding some more stains from his cock in the shorts. Everyone could hardly believe that Scott even allowed her to slide her hand down the front of his shorts and to examine his reproductive organ. The silence was shattered when Scott screamed out in pain as she clenched tight and squeezed his scrotum. With her other hand she embraced him so that he couldn’t break out and then twisted his balls this way and that, Scott crying in agony. She yanked his balls up forcing him onto tiptoes. Finally she released her grip and took her hand off his shorts. The relief on Scott's face was short lived as she kneed him hard between his legs.

Scott, the magnificent, muscular fighter, doubled in agony and moved his hands to cover his groin. The girl pulled his hands away and kneed him again in the nuts. As Scott stood bent over in agony, she walked around to the back of him and sent a swift kick between his legs from behind. Scott started to sink towards the ground, but the female fighter put her arm around his neck and punched him in the kidneys. She then walked around to his front and pulled him up by his testicles and powered her knee into them once more.

Scott fell to the floor, rolling in agony. Kim kneeled on his chest and landed a solid punch to his battered groin. Scott tried to move his hands to protect himself, but Kim got there first. She roughly grabbed his testicles through his shorts and began yanking and squeezing. Scott was yelling and blubbering like a baby, but she showed no mercy. After a minute she stood up and stomped heavily on his groin, Scott's torso bolted upright and she kicked him viscously in the face, making his nose bleed. Scott's body fell back to the floor where he lay almost motionless.

The magnificent black fighter lay scattered to her feet. His shorts glistened with his precum she had beaten out of his balls. She had already won the fight but to humiliate him even more, she put her left foot on the seat of his virility threatening to destroy what was left. ”Tell the world that you lost against a slender girl, put off your stained shorts and beg me to accept them as sign of surrender!” With broken voice, the beaten man whispered: ”Please accept my capitulation. And allow me to put off and present you my shorts.” Accompanied by the applause of her team, the girl returned to her corner with the shorts in her hand.

2. In the second fight, two beautiful girls faced each other, both just dressed in a bikini consisting of thong + bra. The Arab girl of Team A wore a yellow stretch bikini that contrasted nicely with the color of her brown skin, while the white girl of Team B was dressed in black. Even though team A possessed the pussy guard, the Arab girl didn’t consider it necessary to wear it in fight against a girl who would surely not attack her weak spot!

The girls approached each other. The Arab girl reached out and grabbed a hold of the white girl’s blond hair. She begins to pull on it. The attacked girl let out a soft cry but took her fist and drove it into the Arab's gut. Surprised by the attack, the Arab released her hold and the team-B-girl sent another punch into the lower abdomen of her opponent. As a consequence, the Arab girl fell to ground, holding her aching ovaries! The white girl drove her foot into her opponent’s mid section. Not to give her a chance to recover, the victorious white fighter sent her foot into her foe’s mid section again. ”Oooo! Poor girly, don’t you wear a pussy guard?! Or do you have your menstruation period?! Does your pussy hurt?!”

The Arab girl winced on the ground in pain, her opponent stood above her with spread legs and the arms raised up in victory. She was celebrated by her team and didn’t care anymore about the finished Arab girl to her feet. This was the last chance, the Arab girl had: A bit recovered from the pain in her abdomen, she suddenly stomped upward targeting the white girl’s exposed slit. Point blank! The expression of joy and superiority in the white girl’s face turned into an expression of surprise and pain! Her hands tried to cover her aching cunt, but the Arab got another shot in before! The finished blond fighter slumped to the mat. As before the Arab girl, now the blond fighter lay on ground moaning in pain next to her Arab tormentor.

Even though the Arab girl had finished her, she didn’t feel satisfied and slammed punch after punch into her opponent’s lower abdomen, stomach and groin. Finally, the victorious Arab girl grabbed the white girl’s legs – spread them and stomped her pussy over and over. Blood begun to run out of her thong. ”Who has now her menstruation period, heah!?” The only movement coming from the overwhelmed female is involuntary twitching. The superior brown-colored girl begun to undress her, while the subdued girl let out low moans. The Arab grabbed her blood stained thong and slid it down her legs and took them proudly. Team A cheered in victory, especially the muscle-loaded black and Arab men who were afraid that there team could lose after the catastrophic first fight.

3. According to her prepared list, Tanja (Team A) sent one of her 5 girls – a magnificent, muscle-loaded black girl – into the ring and equipped her with a pelvic guard under her jeans. This female groin guard had a jockstrap design with a hard shield on the front side so that the girl didn’t need further underwear. Her breast were naked and would easily distract any man.

On the list of Team B stood Mark, a normal sized white boy with average package. Originally, Marlene didn’t want to use the male cup, because she was afraid that the other team could capture it and use it to protect their boys. But Mark surely had no chance against this black fighting machine without proper groin protection, especially since her slit was also armored. And the cup (that had a cotton jockstrap and needed no further underwear) was too small for the well-hung black and Arab boys of Team A, anyway. So Mark stepped into the protective jockstrap and wore the captured nylon shorts with it. Thus both fighters stood ready for the fight.

In a standing fight, Mark quickly got the girl into a sweatbox, holding her head in his right arm-pit. To have safe stand, his and her legs were slightly spread. The beautiful black fighter wasted no time but sent some fists against his groin. At every punch, his egg-cup hopped and emitted a loud PLOP. Even though every single strike was not too painful (thanks to his cup!), she would quickly finish him if he didn’t stop her destructive work! Using all his strength, Mark succeeded in throwing her down, even though she was really strong.

She fell on her back and for a moment, her womanhood was exposed. Mark stood above her and sent a kick against her crotch that was, however, well-protected by her pussy-guard. The girl grinned and stomped up between his legs. PLOP! His cup and its’ content hopped. ”Oooogh!” Expression of pain in his face, Mark cupped his hands around his virility and stumbled some steps backwards. Without his cup, he wouldn’t have survived this stomp! His opponent quickly got to her feet, ready to attack him.

His team leader Marlene shouted: ”Smash her tits!” Suddenly, Mark got aware of this tender target, even though she was bare-breasted during the whole fight. Maybe because for him as a men, the most sensitive spot was between the legs. Left, right, left! He sent a couple of punches against her prosperous tits. The effect on the black fighting-machine was devastating! She broke down and rolled into fetal position, helplessly moaning. All the fight was gone off her. She was just a sobbing wreck!

Mark kneed down aside of her abused body and reach for her jeans. In delight, he opened the bottom and zip of her jeans and stripped them down. The black girl was finished and couldn’t do anything about this. But the jeans were not his only prey. His hands reached for the pussy-guard that she wore like a jockstrap. Seconds later, he held it in his hands: Even after only a short fight, it already had a strong female smell that drove him nearly crazy. Mark forced her legs apart to examine her pussy. It was the first time that he saw a black girl naked. She had a shave pussy with protruding cunt-lips. He felt an irresistible desire to rape her. Since both teams considered it as the right of the winner to subdue his opponent, no-one hindered him and he took what he needed. Finally he shot his whole load into her. Proudly he returned to his team with her protector and jeans. Marlene was happy that he brought his own cup and the shorts back home.

4. Kimyung, a slim 18-year-old Korean boy of the B-team, had to fight against Ben, a muscular black guy of 25 years. Both fighters were just dressed in cotton briefs. Kimyung noticed how the front of Ben’s undies puffed out more than his own, or any of the other boys. Ben’s had an arrogant grin in his face as he started to face the much weaker Kimyung. But as he did so, Kimyung swung his arm down and thumped Ben square in the white bulge between his legs. Kimyung felt his middle finger come into sudden brief contact with a dense orb in the white fabric and knew he had struck home. Ben literally squealed. He fell to the floor on his hands and knees, but within a second, his hands were over his magnificent bulge, guarding the source of his manhood from another hit. As he moaned, Kimyung was sure he had hurt his opponent, but not finished him yet.

But Kimyung was experienced enough to know how to go on: Jumping behind his opponent who was still on his knees and bent over, Kimyung guided his hand from behind in between Ben’s legs. He forced his slender hand underneath Ben’s hand till he reached his destination and cupped his fingers around Ben’s nut-sack. While Ben stared and gulped in surprise, Kimyung concentrated on the black boy’s left ball only. Squeezing the love-plum between his fingers, he drove Ben to hysterical crying and shrieking. Within seconds, Ben was hardly conscious and completely finished.

Accompanied by the applause of his team, Kimyung took the stained and smelly briefs of his finished opponent. He left behind the magnificent, muscle-bound but scattered body of the strong black fighter. Ben’s huge package (that normally caused him the envy of other boys and the interest of many girls) had turned out to be a severe disadvantage and dangled now useless between his legs.

5. For team A started Dave, an 18-year-old, normal-sized white boy with slightly undersized package The only thing his team could offer him as equipment, was a light-blue bikini thong. Since he was not at all well-hung, the sparkling silk thong could house his package and stretched alluringly around his boyhood. His opponent was Sally, an attractive black girl of maybe 26 years. She wore the same clothes the black girl in fight (3) had lost: The pussy guard and the tight stretch-jeans. The only, but important difference was that Dave didn’t have a cup like Mark in that fight. Dave gazed at her how she look incredible hot in her uniform, and his cock replied to these allures. The boner was clearly to be seen in his thongs. His black opponent (accustomed to much bigger cocks) just grinned: ”Yeah, enjoy your little cock a last time! Because after this fight, you won’t be able to anymore! I already see you asshole laying down screaming and crippled, after I set your little ballsies on fire just by putting up my knee!” Dave gulped in anticipation of the pain this would cause!

   The fight started and ended fast: Dave saw it coming but couldn't do anything, her leg traveled so swiftly. Sally's kick was so hard (she was really in the mood and enjoying herself tremendously) that Dave bent almost double around her sexy right leg. His light thong didn’t offer any protection. His eyes bulged out of their sockets and he thought he would pass out. As Dave bent double around her gorgeous leg, Sally couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of her beautiful leg causing Dave so much pain. Being the absolute sadist she was, she grabbed Dave by his hair too and used them to pull him towards her. As he moved into her, she pulled back and brought up her knee and... WHAM! a very hard kick to Dave’s nuts. His screams were beginning to become shriller. Sally seemed to like this. She transferred her hands to hold his buttocks in place. Then she loosed off a series of knee-kicks at Dave’s precious family jewels, managing to lift him off the ground with every kick.

   
   

No doubt, this fight was clearly won by Sally. All she had to do was to strip poor Dave and to tug his lifeless body (with the aid of her mates) to her corner.

6. A female thong and corresponding bra is the only equipment Team A has left. Hasan, a well-hung Arab refused to wear it. He would rather fight naked than to run around wearing a bikini thong that is too small to house is huge basket. His opponent of Team B, a beautiful white girl, grinned at his sight: A naked boy without protector and huge, dangling package was an irresistible, infallible target. Of course, she had cared for protection and wore again the pussy-guard under her nylon shorts. Correctly speaking, these were the shorts of the black boy of fight (1), whose cock had left some nice souvenirs, and she had chosen them purposely. She wanted to make the Arab boy nervous by reminding him of the weakness of his tender sex, and in that, she succeeded!

The two fighters squared off facing each other. There was a very erotic feel to the sight of a naked male and slightly dressed female fighting each other. As the fight started, the guy came at the girl quickly and took a swing with his right fist that caught her solidly in her exposed belly. She dropped to her knees and it looked like the fight would end right there. She had put up virtually no defense and looked as if she were no match for the much bigger male. Sensing victory, Hasan threw her down and got on top of her, using his knees to pin her arms.

The slender girl was struggling to get him off and raised her knee up between his legs, in an attempt to push him off. Fortunately, her knee hit him square in the crotch, Hasan let out a sharp cry and rolled off of his foe, curled up with his hands pushed tightly to his groin. The girl quickly got to her feet, but also Hasan was quite tough and stood up, with a pained expression, though. The girl used his dizziness to send a powerful, front snap-kick right in his naked balls. The top of her foot swung up in-between his legs so quickly that he didn't even see it coming. Hasan felt the pain immediately as her foot connected solidly with his unprotected balls. A loud "whomp" could be heard as his nuts got smashed by her foot. It hurt like hell. Hasan’s jaw dropped and I just froze as his testicles began to burn with more and more pain.

The girl held her foot in Hasan’s crotch and yelled, "She shoots! She scores!" Poor Hasan bent over and tried to bring his hands down to his groin, but the experienced female fighter grabbed his wrists. She then quickly retracted her foot and swung it forward into his balls again. Now the pain hit Hasan and he felt nauseous. His blond tormentor managed to get one more front kick in before Hasan fell to the floor and rolled face down to protect his family jewelry from further attacks.

But the vicious girl didn’t waste a second and reached from behind between his legs and grabbed his nut-sack. Hasan tried to prevent her from working on his nut-sack and clenched his legs. Immediately, the girl started to squeeze and ordered: ”Spread your legs!!! I told you to spread your legs!!!” Even though he knew that this was equal to a capitulation, he couldn’t help but opened his legs to provide her full access. She tore the precious prey backwards and squeezed at the same time. Poor Hasan was now in a hopeless situation: If he tried to break out, she would yank off his ball-sack! Her increased squeeze made him dizzy, and his senses started to swim. He hardly understood her question, whether he wanted to surrender and just nodded absentminded.

The fight had ended as expected: The Arab fighter was broken, overwhelmed by his own overexposed masculinity. Some clear liquid drooled from his normally big, but now shriveled cock. The girl was somewhat angry that Hasan didn’t wear anything she could capture. To humiliate him at least a bit, she tossed him around, so that she had better access to his joystick. Her right hand kept his nut-sack under control while her left hand started to milk him. Obviously, she had some routine since it didn’t take long till Hasan spurted the result of his masculinity over his breast. Some droplets also splashed against her body and nylon shorts, thus increasing the collection of stains the black male had left. Maria forced Hasan to slick his own cream, and then she returned to her team.

7. Ützkür, the strong macho Turk of team A entered the ring. As his precursor Hasan, he preferred to fight naked. He showed a set of heavy balls and a well-sized dig, maybe a bit too curved. Again, he had to face a girl wearing groin protector and the captured shorts. Just that she wasn’t white but Chinese and therefore somewhat smaller to him.

He was not even really prepared for the fight when his opponent rushed against him and dropped to her knees right in front of him. Thus, she faces Ützkür's exposed basket and not giving him the time to react, she nailed him with a couple of quick short jabs into the helpless balls. The fight was over within seconds! Like before him Hasan, now Ützkür lay on the ground howling in pain and holding his injured masculinity! The girls (also in his own team!) couldn’t help themselves but started to laugh at the sight of a proud Turkish fighter being easily wrecked by a slender girl. To finish him completely, the Chinese girl grabbed his nut-sack with her left hand and -- Slam, Slam, Slam! -- she pounded her right fist against the captured prey. Ützkür screamed out his submission trying to stop her from pounding his balls into a mash! Gratefully, she accepted his submission.

Since there was nothing to capture, the Chinese girl decided to make him a present: She forced him to lay face down on the ground and set herself on his back. Then, she took a dildo a rammed it into his exposed asshole. The surprised male howled in pain and humiliation! Not only that she had taken his virility by smashing his balls, now she even femalised him by invading and raping his boy-pussy! In and out, again and again she guided the dildo forcing Ützkür to breathe in the rhythm of her pushing.

”I wonder if this is what it is like to be a guy,” she said wryly, as she began furiously humping Ützkür’s ass. It was a complete role reversal: The victorious girl humping and Ützkür sounding a lot like a girl in the meantime.

8. 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 5^th 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.

9. 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.

10. 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.

11. 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 which the triple-bulge of two plums and a gherkin was visible. Not big, but visible. Thomas drove his fist against 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.

12. 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.

13. 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.

14. 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 legs 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.

15. 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 ...