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Ball busting teams Below the Belt
Many male readers are daydreaming like you. The humidity
makes your chest sweaty. You are wearing the regulation black shorts but no
underpants. You feel macho when you run your hands through the wet hairs.
It’s tempting to run your hands pass the erect cock and grasp the balls. You fantasise that select members of ball busting clubs will
shortly compete in a ball crushing match. The
dirty moves are simple. Insert your hands inside the black shorts, below the
belt. Grasp the balls and crush. Lucky sportsmen can continue and rip the
balls off. The
ball busting clubs shared a private warehouse for their Below the Belt
match. There was an open, circular,
space in the middle. Timber planks surrounded and overlooked the ball
crushing zone. The
sportsmen wear black shorts. The size cut is generous to allow errant hands
access to the balls. The chests range from bare to hairy. The alternate team
wears baseball caps. Oliver,
one of the club presidents, organised the pre-match
inspection of two teams—each a dirty dozen. The sportsmen manhandled
balls before wearing the shorts. Manuel, the other club president, joined
Oliver in smiling at the splendid, erect, cocks outlined behind the black
shorts. No doubt they would spurt during the special event. Oliver,
like all of us, has a fault. He has clumsy hands. He redeemed himself in the
ball busting club. His clumsy hands crushed balls to a t. Manuel
was a born motivator. He persuaded his team to fully engage with the sport
and ignore the danger. Well, not quite. Tom was shy. For this reason Manuel
chose him to open—cannon fodder for crushed balls. The
opening match was one to one. Oliver and Manuel adjusted the grip on the
balls. Addressing
the sportsmen Oliver shouted. “I will
shortly blow the starting whistle. The ball crushing is deliberately below
the belt. You may hear screams of joy and pain. The black shorts are removed
only when the ball crushing and/or ripping is complete. On the count of three..one..two..three!” Tom’s baseball
cap fell off his head as he leaned forward to crush his opponent’s balls. “My balls!
He’s crushed my balls!”
Tom imagined for a moment that his balls were spared. No way! He
shortly felt the blunt hands crushing his balls. The crushing was mutual.
Onlookers cheered. The black shorts fell to the ground. Onlookers could
inspect the crushed balls. Manuel
was relieved as the next section required volunteers. “The next
section is specially for men to crush two sets of balls together. Hands up.” Four
eager men raised their hands. The men were from both teams. Manuel selected
eight opponents. It was just a coincidence but the eight had hairy chests.
Each threesome was quite a sight. The cocks were in full hard mode poised to
spurt. The balls were ready for crushing. Oliver encouraged four sportsmen to
adjust the grip on the balls. It was necessary when the balls were
bull-sized. He wanted them to declare “Ready!” and share in
the excitement. Oliver
preferred the four challengers to take place simultaneously. He had the
patience and the required whistle. The four challengers were thrilled when
their hands grasped both sets of balls. It was only at that moment they realised their own balls were totally vulnerable. Four
opponents had a different view. They looked forward to the crushing of their
balls; they were thrilled and impressed when the one hand did it. The other
four opponents were matter of fact. They just wanted to get on with it and,
yes, crush balls. The
third and fourth challengers grasped bull-sized balls. Crushing them required
a special effort but they did it. There
was very little difference between the strength of the left and right hands.
They both crushed balls. There was a price to pay. Both aggressors tackled
the exposed balls, crushed them and then ripped them. “My balls!” The shouts were arousing. Some of the
onlookers stroked their cocks inside their shorts. One bright spark lent
across, dipped below the belt, and manhandled Manuel’s cock. Manuel reciprocated. The two cocks spurted. A
change of pace for the bare feet. The aggressors stood on the shoulders of
two team mates. They closed in and slid their hands below the belt. Keeping
balance was tricky. Oliver blew the whistle promptly. This time there was a
clear winner wearing the baseball cap. Manuel hugged him when he returned to
ground. The loser was very upset that his balls were crushed. As
a tribute to the club presidents there was a formal procession. Six sportsmen
formed a guard of honour, raised the two of them
above their shoulders and walked across the ball busting zone. The procession
halted. The club presidents now prepared to crush the balls of three
sportsmen. Excessive? Not at all. The sportsmen were excited when the club
presidents fumbled with their balls. One of the three imagined they would
miss out. Oliver and Manuel were experienced and enjoyed the challenge. Oliver
still had his whistle. He agreed to blow it but kept his hands on two sets of
balls. He crushed the balls on the left hand side, moved his hand to the
unattended balls, and applied extra pressure on the right side. They tried to
reciprocate but it wasn’t easy. For a few minutes his balls waited for
brutal hands. He was surprised how painful his own ball crushing was. At the
same time he was elated. He remembered the many balls he had crushed. Wait.
The aggressive hands didn’t let go. He felt his balls being torn away from
the flesh. The experience was shocking but thrilling. Manuel
was satisfied with crushing three sets of balls. He had to admit crushing
balls was great—even his own. He changed his mind at the beginning. The
sportsman thought his balls were safe when Manuel withdrew his hand. He saw
Manuel crush the balls on his left. Then Manuels’
hand returned. “Go on crush
my big balls. Let me warn you. In response I will rip your balls off your
body.” Manuel
tightened his grip and crushed the balls. The
three sportsmen dipped their hands below Manuel’s belt. Their combined
strength tore off Manuel’s balls from his body. Manuel shared this fantasy.
Now it was reality! Wow! Only
three sportsmen were left wearing black shorts. The crushed ball crowd
dragged them together for a threesome. By now their cocks were rock solid and
outlined behind the shorts. “Spurt the cocks!”
Oliver ordered. Three
eager sportsmen slipped their hands below the belt and roughly pulled another
cock. After it spewed they moved their hand to the balls. “On the count
of three..one..two..three!” The
below the belt ball crushing match was a big success. Every ball was crushed. |
