“This is going to be fun”, Phil chuckled.
The 18 year old redhead adjusted the camera and turned to his companion.
Adam let out a laugh. “You think so? Wait till you are lying on the ground clutching your bollocks and crying for your mommy!”
He was 19 years old, a handsome young man with brown hair, a little taller than Phil, and a little more built.
There was a certain rivalry between Adam and Phil. Phil was English and a very successful and popular football (=soccer) player, and Adam was Scottish and preferred rubgy to football. Both of them were very competitive, and when Phil had come up with the idea to stage a one on one fight and make some money with the recording Adam had gladly agreed.
The room was filled with excitement and testosterone as the two young men prepared the mat.
They had agreed to one single rule: Fight until submission.
Phil was wearing his soccer training gear, and Adam had put on his rugby gear.
“I’m pretty good at kicking balls across the field for ninety minutes”, Phil replied with a smirk. “You’ll see later…”
Adam laughed and stood in front of Phil and spread his legs, framing his crotch with both of his hands. “But you’ve got no experience with these balls!”
Phil brought his leg back and threw a kick at Adam’s groin but Adam managed to jump back at the very last second, causing Phil to pout. “Awww. That would have been a great shot!”
Adam responded by attempting to sack tap Phil but the handsome redhead avoided serious hand-to-nut contact by turning away, making Adam hit him in the butt.
It was obvious that they were both ready to start fighting.
They stood in front of the camera, their arms around their shoulders, bright smiles on their faces.
“Hey there”, Phil said. “I’m Phil. Welcome to the fight between me and Adam.”
“Hi”, Adam waved at the camera.
“So we’re going to fight for your”, Phil continued with a smile, “and I am going to play football with my mate’s balls here.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice to a stage-whisper. “He doesn’t know it yet but he’ll be walking funny for days. I bet that will look hilarious during training tomorrow… His mates are going to have the time of their lives…” He winked at the camera.
Adam chuckled. “Fuck you! YOU’ll be the one walking funny, mate!”
“Ninety minutes”, Phil said with a grin, winking at the camera. “Ninety minutes of ball-kicking action…”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Okay, now it’s my turn. I’m Adam, and this bloody loser has nothing on me. I’m a rugby player—”
“Ooooooh!” Phil cooed in a mocking tone.
“—and I don’t take no nonsense from an Englishman who thinks football is somehow better than rugby. And…” Adam paused for effect, smiling into the camera. “…I know how to kick balls just as well as that guy over there.”
They looked at each other and grinned.
“Let the ballkicking begin?” Phil chuckled and held out his hand.
“Let the ballkicking begin”, Adam replied with a grin, shaking Phil’s hand.
There was a short moment of silence. They looked each other in the eyes. Then, as if on cue, they both brought their legs back and smashed it up between their opponent’s thighs.
In a comically simultaneous reaction, both Phil’s and Adam’s cocky smirks turned into painful grimaces as they let out a strangely melodious duet of moans. They doubled over, their head knocking against each other, as they grabbed themselves, clutching their precious jewels tightly as if some master thief was about to steal them.
“My bloody bollocks”, Phil groaned.
“My future kids felt that”, Adam chimed in, his face contorted in pain.
They looked at each other for a brief moment, their faces filled with a strange mix of pain, malice, amusement and vicious intent.
“Maybe we should just stop it?” Phil suggested with a weak smile.
Adam raised his eyebrows, pretending to think about Phil’s peace offer.
Phil held out his hand, his smile brightening as his hope to avoid a testicular showdown grew, only to receive a earth-shattering kick to his nuts that wiped out all hope in one swift instant.
“I didn’t think so”, Phil managed to croak in a toneless voice before the pain set in and he screamed from the of of his lungs.
“Yeah, sorry”, Adam chuckled, not looking sorry at all.
A moment later, he did, when Phil delivered a world-class kick to Adam’s bulging bubble bag that all but popped those bubbles.
A shrill squeal escaped Adam’s lips, and Phil couldn’t help but laugh out loud despite the pain that was radiating from his own testicles.
“That sounds like it really, really hurt”, Phil said, a satisfied smile on his face.
“You got the boys dead-on”, Adam replied, his eyes watering as he fought through the pain.
“Let’s see if I can turn them into girls”, Phil quipped before launching another hard kick at Adam’s crotch.
This time, Adam managed to dodge the kick and retaliate with a very well-placed nutpunt of his own.
Phil let out a high-pitched, yodeling scream that made Adam laugh out loud.
“Ouch, right in the vagina”, Adam joked, causing Phil to let out a coughing, groaning laugh.
It was a fierce battle, a merciless exchange of eye-watering kicks to the testicles, but both Phil and Adam managed to throw some jokes and make fun of their opponent’s pain in the process.
As the kicks grew harder and the pain grew worse, the jokes grew more personal and more hurtful.
After Adam had landed a nut-crunching kick to Phil’s juicy plums, he declared in a ceremonial voice: “And that concludes the story of Philip Hughes’ fertility. May his offspring rest in peace.”
Phil reciprocated by throwing Adam to the ground and stomping down on his nuts as hard as he could, yelling: “Hughes kicks and Hughes scores! That’s one for England, and zero for Scotland! As a matter of fact, that’s also this poor Scottish lad’s sperm count!”
Adam howled in agony, but with a surprise upward stomp he managed to level the playing field.
His heel crashed into Phil’s groin, flattening his testicles like pancakes and lifting him off the ground screaming in agony.
“Bloody hell!” Phil screamed as he crashed down onto the ground, clasping his battered balls.
“More like bloody balls”, Adam quipped before grabbing Phil’s ankles and spreading his legs in a wide V.
Phil stared at him, his eyes filled with panic. “No! No! Nononono-oughgharghough!”
Adam stomped down on his nuts with all the force he could muster, crushing Phil’s nuts under his sole.
Phil was screaming from the top of his lungs, writhing in agony as Adam’s foot came crashing down onto his rapidly swelling balls again and again and again.
“Let’s see if I can make your balloons go pop”, Adam said with a dark grin as he stomped Phil’s nuts as hard as he could.
Phil was screaming and wailing in pain, trying to grab Adam’s foot in order to stop him from ruining his manhood for good.
Adam managed to get at least two dozen stomps in, causing some serious swelling in Phil’s nuts, until Phil managed to shove him away.
He got an all fours and crawled away, only for Adam to come after him.
“Where are you going, mate?” Adam said cheerfully before kicking Phil’s bruised and bloated balls from behind, lifting his butt off the ground.
Phil howled in pain and collapsed on the floor.
Adam grabbed his ankles again and smiled down at Phil. “Every heard of the show ‘STOMP!’? It’s my favorite!” With that he raised his foot up and prepared to crush Phil’s nuts under his sole.
At the very last moment, Phil managed to free his right foot and kick Adam’s nuts like a mule at a self-expression workshop.
Adam’s eyes crossed and his cheeks puffed as if Phil’s kick had transported his testicles up his throat. He let out a breathless cough, his eyes watering. “Fuck”, he whispered tonelessly.
“Nope”, Phil said dryly. “No fucking for you, mate.”
Phil got up and kicked Adam’s nuts once again, hitting both of Adam’s balls with his instep and making him let out a gurgling groan.
“Is that your sperm you are choking on?” Phil quipped and delivered another hard kick to Adam’s testicles.
Just when Phil was about to launch another nut-crunching kick, Adam landed a hard blow to Phil’s manhood of his own.
Now it was Phil’s turn to gurgle, his face pale and contorted in pain.
“How does your weak sauce taste?” Adam grunted with a nasty grin.
Another kick found Phil’s nuts.
“Could be spicier, huh?” Adam added with a chuckle. “Yeah, well, that ship has sailed…”
Another kick made Phil gag.
“Ooops!” Adam laughed. “Don’t spit it out.”
When Adam kicked Phil’s nuts again, Phil’s eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to his knees.
“Aww, looks like it’s almost over”, Adam grinned.
Phil coughed. He was on his knees, clutching his battered, bruised, bloated balls, his face pale and contorted in pain. “I gi—“
“Shhh!” Adam interrupted him. “Don’t say it.”
Phil blinked. “But—”
“The fight isn’t over until you submit”, Adam grinned. “Right?”
Phil groaned. “Yeah, that’s why I—”
Adam stopped Phil from giving up by kicking his nuts as hard as he could, making Phil double over and wail in agony.
While Phil was dealing with the pain, Adam took of his socks and grabbed some rope.
Before he knew what was happening, Adam had gagged Phil and tied him up, preventing him from ending the fight.
“Now, let’s see”, Adam smiled. “What was it you said before we started? You wanted to kick my balls for the length of a football game, right? Now how long was it?”
Phil looked own, wide-eyed and horrified, as Adam set the timer on his phone.
“A game is 60 minutes, right?” Adam said slowly.
Phil blinked. Sixty minutes was better than—
“Nah, it’s 75 minutes, right?” Adam interrupted Phil’s thoughts.
Phil let out a muffled grunt. Seventy-five minutes was a long time but it was better than—
“Just kidding”, Adam said with a grin. “I know it’s 90 minutes. And there’s injury time – which obviously is called for here, so let’s say 95 minutes.”
In the end, Phil’s torment lasted 124 minutes, after Adam announced that the game would go into extra time…
When Adam pulled the gag out of Phil’s mouth, Phil was a wreck. His nuts were ridiculously swollen and badly bruised, and they were dangling out of his shredded shorts after some foul play by Adam shortly before halftime.
Adam took a selfie with his foot on Phil’s battered balls before sending it to his friend Kev.
Kev’s reply came instantly. “Congratualions! Good game! Looks like a game for the ages. Don’t forget to send the picture to his team mates.”
Adam let out a laugh and looked down at Phil. “Oh, right, your team mates! I almost forgot you have training tomorrow.” He raised his foot and stomped down on Phil’s nuts, causing him to moan in pain before mercifully passing out. “Damn, that’s gonna be painful!”
