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Swimming Ballcrushers A ballbusting
fantasy
Leonard, who
supervised terminal competitions, discovered Marco in an underground ballbusting venue. Marco lowered his opponent and spreadeagled him to the floor. The opponent shouted. “Help. He’s
going to crush my balls!” Marco
smiled as he held up the balls for all to see. The opponent screamed as Marco
crushed the balls. Crushing balls was more rewarding than popping balls.
Marco’s
impressive cock and balls aroused the audience. They were stunned when he
crushed the opponent’s balls. The naked opponent lay down on the floor
writhing in pain, mouth wide open. He held up his crushed balls expressing
dismay. Marco was so excited he wanted to crush the opponent’s balls all over
again. Leonard
introduced himself. Marco paid little attention to what Leonard was saying.
His eyes focussed on Leonard’s big balls.
He knew immediately that he must crush them. Exactly when remained to be
seen. Leonard convinced Marco to explore other ballbusting
scenes including the swimming club. Months
later. Marco squeezed his balls. He had good reason. Frank, the swimming club
captain, confirmed ballbusting was an essential
part of the club’s next competition. In particular the swimmers of both
teams were ordered to crush balls before drowning opponents. Marco was
intrigued by the idea of crushing balls underwater. Swimming
clubs competition. The
supplier of coloured swimming caps completely sold
out of stock in all sizes. The club captains were not prepared to postpone
the competition and dismissed alternatives such as leather arm bands. They
decided to do without club markings. Would it matter if team members crushed
balls from their own side? Borso, the other swimming club captain, briefed his team
on attack strategies such as diving and crushing balls underwater, two
against one. He personally liked raising a man upside down such that the
balls are totally exposed for crushing. Both
Borso and Frank were experienced ball crushers. The
team members knew it, accepted that their balls would be crushed sooner or
later. In return they expected to crush balls. Leonard
and Stanley contributed to the competition in a number of striking ways. For
instance, the opening threesome demonstration on opposite sides of the pool.
A competitor held two sets of balls with his left and right hands. The two
men, in turn, grasped his balls. Leonard and Stanley both had whistles. They
delighted in calling “on the count of three…one…two…blow whistles.” The
three men crushed each other’s balls. This was the opening move. They
spontaneously adopted a two versus one position. Leonard helped the pair
drown the third man. Then he raised the pairs’ arms to their Adams apple.
They promptly responded by ducking each other in the water. Stanley’s men
reached out to include his balls in addition to the threesome. Nice try.
Stanley was flattered. He was glad that his balls remained a target. It gave
permission to the team members to crush Leonard’s and Stanley’s balls. The
club captains assembled their members at either end of the pool. When the
whistles blew the swimmers dived in. The pool was deliberately crowded. Six
of Frank’s
team members didn’t expect the assault from underwater. “They crushed
my balls!” was the standard message. That was exactly what the club captains
wanted to hear. Borso joined in a special group which raised a man upside
down. They shared crushing his balls whilst they physically stopped him from
escaping his drowning. Frank
was surprised at the number of group activities—two against one etc.
There was even a random collection of six men in a circle in deep water. They
struggled to tread water as they grasped the nearest balls. From time to time
some went under and swallowed water. The preferred outcome was crushed balls.
This was achieved when extra men pinned the six men from behind. Marco
caught sight of Leonard and remembered his wish to crush his balls. The task
would not be easy. Marco was currently engaged in crushing two sets of balls.
It felt great! Leonard could see that Marco was enjoying it. Leonard
in turn would shortly help out two shy swimmers. They were having trouble
treading water in the deep part of the pool. “Permit me to
guide your hands. You both want to crush balls. Wait until your hands are in
position and I shall call for crushing.” “Go ahead.” Milton,
the first swimmer, found gripping Hector’s balls awkward. Hector’s
erect cock was an obstacle in the road. Leonard solved the problem by
gripping the cock. “That’s it!
Pull harder.” The cock spurted. Hector
moaned as his right hand locked in on Milton’’s big balls.
Milton got excited at the prospect of crushing balls. His hand was now
grasping Hector’s balls. “Ready?” Leonard
said. “On the count of one..two..crush!” Milton
and Hector let out an almighty scream. Leonard smashed their heads together.
Milton and Hector had earnt their drowning. Frank
was thrilled when he read about cowboy posses. He
unexpectedly organised an underwater posse.
Carrying out a posse underwater was a challenge. Five men or was it eight
men? This time the balls of Borso and Stanley among
others met their fate. Borso felt incredible pain.
Stanley expected it. Frank’s posse enjoyed crushing the targeted balls. Before
Frank had time to celebrate he felt an unknown hand grasping his balls
underwater. The hand fumbled for the moment before pouncing. Ouch! Frank
reciprocated. The opponent’s set of balls must have been extra large. Frank had to apply extra pressure before the
balls crushed. Be
careful what you wish. Tommy resented Owen’s personal attacks. He
instinctively decided to crush Owen’s balls. What better place and time than
this swimming pool event. Tommy’s attitude blinded him to Owen’s alpha
strengths. Owen laughed as Tommy stumbled and missed gripping his balls. I
mean Owen’s balls were big. What was the problem? Tommy screamed as Owen
crushed his precious balls. A
couple from Borso’s team shared
similar concerns. They resolved by crushing each other’s balls. Their hand
grips were unbelievably powerful far beyond the routine requirements. In
the absence of both swimming club captains Leonard had a duty to assemble
remaining swimmers. They had a choice. Swim off to a rainbow in the distance
or crush balls. Marco was ambivalent. The remaining five swimmers decided on
a group activity. They lifted a swimmer up exposing his cock and balls. For a
few minutes they played with his cock and balls. Then they crushed the balls,
lowered him backwards for drowning. The four swimmers linked up in a circle
with right hands grasping the balls on the right. The third swimmer proved
difficult; he kept bobbing up and down in the water. Eventually a hand locked
down on his balls. “Ready? On the
count of one…two…crush!” The
group crushing was a big success. The group drowning took time. Marco
swam to the pool side for a moment’s rest. Leonard joined him. “It’s time for
a confrontation. You enjoy crushing balls. So do I. How about we part? Or put
our balls together on the crunching line? Consider.” Leonard
held up his balls above the water. Marco joined in and held up his balls
above water—a
sign of agreement. They parted as Leonard swam into deeper water. Marco
followed. Leonard abruptly attacked. Marco was prepared and grasped Leonard’s
balls ready for crushing. His problem was that Leonardo had complete control
of his balls again ready for crushing. There
was another scenario. “You can be
the next swimming club captain. There is a waiting list to join the club. I
can persuade them to appoint you. Then organise a
gala event for crushing balls. Thirty swimmers. Sounds good, eh.” Yes.
Marco agreed. Thirty or so men crushing balls—macho! Wait one. Maybe
they will crush his balls too. He will risk it |
