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Tom and John had been fierce competitors in every sport since grade 7. Baseball, basketball, football, track, swimming; it didn't matter. They always played against each other, and refused to be on the same team. Both being excellent athletes, their coach was furious that the two would not cooperate on the same team to win their school some trophies. All through high school, their competition kept them on separate teams, always playing against each other. However, once they graduated, they went to different colleges, and both ended up captains of the different volley ball teams.The two colleges were heavy competitors in more than just athletics, so their coaches really encouraged their determination to beat each other. Tom and John would inspire their fellow team members to new heights and fierce, almost deadly, competition before screaming, cheering crowds. One weekend the two teams were playing against each other, and try as they might, neither team could score higher than the other, until finally, after several time extensions, the game was called as a tie. Neither Tom or John could accept this, and so convinced their teams that a private game was necessary to determine a winner. To make it more interesting, and more humiliating to the loser, they would play a game of STRIP volley ball. Each score would cause the losing team to lose an article of clothing. They would play for shirts, then shorts, and finally jockstraps, the losing team ending up naked on the court. The two teams met the next morning on the empty court, and the game began that would have drastic results by its' end. Tom's team scored first, and John's men removed their shirts and threw them down on Tom's side of the net.Tom's team lost the next two plays, and found themselves, to their rage and their opponents' delight, jumping around in nothing but their jockstraps, their pouches jiggling and quivering with their efforts to win the next play. Which they did, leaving both teams, eight hot young men, with their asses exposed, framed by the straps of their jocks. John's team won the next play, and Tom and his men pulled down their jockstraps and each man handed his strap to an opposing team member. John's team was laughing, pointing at the losers' exposed cocks and balls, and snapping the trophy jockstraps at the losers' bare asses, when Tom, furious at losing, had an idea. "We'll play one more game to see if we can win your jocks. If we win, we're all naked. If my team loses, John can shave my cock and balls! What do you say?" John wanted to humiliate Tom so much, he would never compete with him again. "You're on. One more game." The game that followed was the dirtiest, foulest play that any referee would ever have seen. Jock waistbands and leg straps were pulled and snapped; flopping cocks and wildly swinging testicles were grabbed and manhandled. Until finally Tom's team scored. Not waiting for John to step out of his jockstrap, Tom reached forward and tore it from John's body. Brandishing it above his head, Tom did a wild war dance, whooping and shouting and jumping around, his cock semi-hard and slapping from thigh to thigh, his big balls swinging back and forth between his legs as John stood naked, his cock hanging down in defeat, his heavy balls weighing his sac to bob against his thighs. As Tom ran up to him to shove the jockstrap in his face, John said, "You do realize that we're still tied, don't you?" Tom stopped with his mouth open, swallowing a shout of triumph. "So now what do we do?" "You already suggested shaving. How about it. The captain of the team that loses the next game gets his privates shaved. OK?" Tom agreed. Tom lost! After almost fifteen minutes of cocks flopping and balls swinging, ass-grabbing, and scrotum-pulling, Tom's team failed to return the ball, and Tom was pulled into the bleachers and held down as John ran the clippers through his black pubic bush, and played with his cock and fondled his big balls as he shaved with a razor the stubble from his cock and the hair from his hanging sac. John's team was cheering, and even Tom's team-mates were laughing when a smoothly shaven Tom was finally released. All of them naked, everyone was sporting a hard-on by the time a red-faced Tom could cover his bare crotch with his hands. John and his team, and the three players from Tom's team were gathering up their lost jocks and other garments, when Tom called out for them to wait. "I bet my BALLS my team can beat yours! I demand one more game." By now John had had enough. He was becoming really angry now. Tom didn't know when to admit defeat. Gritting his teeth, he strode right up to Tom, grabbed him by his hairless balls, and shouted, "YOU'RE ON!!!" Tom played. literally, like his balls depended on it. And his team WON! Now it was John's turn to be held down, his cock and balls freely handled, stroked and pulled, and finally shorn. Tom held John's golden pubic curls in his fingers and let them blow away under John's nose. John leapt to his feet and threw himself on top of Tom. Their teams finally pulled them apart, swearing, snarling, striking out at each other. They spoke at the same time. "Are you still willing to risk your pathetic nuts?" "Give me one more chance and your balls are MINE!" The other team players by now were getting really worried about their captains. If one of them lost, whose balls would be sacrificed next. They agreed to play if they could dress and that this game would definitely decide the winner. Tom and John weren't interested in anything but cutting each others' balls off. The game began once more. And Tom lost. John pulled a switchblade out of his gym bag and started towards Tom, who turned and ran for the bleachers, and the exit to the locker room. John opened the knife and chased after his victim. He caught up with Tom just as he tried to jump over the railing. With one leg raised to climb over, his big hanging sac of balls swung back between his legs. As it appeared under his ass, John grabbed the big ballsac and viciously slashed at the thin scrotal flesh where it joined Tom's crotch. As Tom tumbled over the railing, he left his balls hanging from John's fist.As he got to his feet, he felt the first flame of pain, and looked down to see his cock hanging limp over his bloody thighs. He grabbed wildly at his crotch feeling the tattered remnant of his severed sac. He fell back on the seat behind him and brought his legs up, his knees to his chin, his feet to his ass, his hands covering his mutilated crotch, and began to cry. John, now sobered, looked at the fleshy sac of balls hanging from his one hand, and the bloody knife in the other, and staggered back. The other players had watched the castration in disbelief. They hadn't thought either captain could be serious. They bolted in all directions, leaving a naked loser and a naked winner behind in different states of shock. One couldn't believe what had happened to him, and the other couldn't believe what he had done. By the time a college guard came upon the two young men, still naked and in shock, it was too late to do anything to help the new eunuch, but they were both taken to the hospital for treatment and therapy. So the next time you hear someone say, "You bet your balls!", RUN LIKE HELL!!!!! |