Friday, 19 February 2021

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The hard knocks club part 2


That was good game loved it”, Jarvis whispered as they sat in class. “For some maybe”, Baker sighed. “Yes both new games are good fun tennis and strip poker ball busting”, Poulter said. “Yes having played both now I have to agree”, Jarvis replied. “What will we do tomorrow dinner time?”, Richards asked. “Another game of tennis?”, he added. “No way my balls can't take that kind of punishment two days running”, Baker replied. “How about some knacker fighting but this time naked in the large store shed?”, Jarvis suggested. “Fuck naked we would be very vulnerable”, Richards replied. “But I like the idea”, he added. “I have a way to make it more interesting”, Jarvis said. “How?”, Baker asked. “We play strip poker first one naked has to fight the next two naked”, Jarvis replied. “The winner can watch and enjoy the fun”, he added. “Kinky and horny just like you Jarvis”, Richards said. “Well up for it or not?”, Jarvis asked. “Yeah sounds wicked”, Richards replied. “I'm in”, Poulter said. “What about you Baker?”, Jarvis asked. “OK I'm in to I can't lose two days in a row”, Baker replied. “I fucking hope not”, he added. “Cool naked handicapped knacker fighting it is then”, Jarvis said. “Another first we are getting more and more ways to have fun in the hard knocks club”, Poulter said and they all nodded in agreement.

It rained all day on the Wednesday and they got escorted from the dinner hall to their wet dinner rooms by a teacher before that could slip away so there was no ball busting fun that dinner break and it had to be postponed until the Thursday. On Thursday morning the lessons and dinner couldn't end quick enough for the members of the hard knocks club as they were all eager to try out some naked handicap knacker fighting. After a quickly ate dinner they made their way to the caretakers large storage shed and into the special hiding and meeting place at the back where some old gym mats were stored. The settled down to strip poker eager to see who was naked first and would face two others in a naked handicap knacker fight. After several hands Poulter was the closest to losing having only his T-bag mesh white Y-fronts on. Richards and Baker were both in the vest and pants, while Jarvis had his trousers, string vest and pants on. “Not looking good for Poulter?”, Richards said smiling as the next hand was dealt. “No but it is for us”, Richards replied. “You're not that far behind Poulter either of you?”, Jarvis said. “No but hopefully enough”, Richards replied. They turned over their cards and to Poulter's relief Jarvis had the lowest card. “Getting more even and interesting now”, Baker said as Jarvis removed his trousers stripping to his string vest and pants. “Yes not many rounds left now but I hope you're the first one naked Baker”, Jarvis replied. “Only one way to find out?”, Baker said dealing another hand. They all stared a the singe card face down in front of them particularity Poulter who only had his underpants to lose.

Jarvis Richards and Baker lost their vests in the next three rounds leaving all four of them in just their underpants. “OK some one will be the loser after this hand?”, Baker said dealing the cards. “I hope its you Baker”, Jarvis said. “Yes and I hope its you”, Baker replied. When the cards were turned over it wasn't Baker or Jarvis whose hand the lowest card it was Poulter. “Bad luck Poulter looks like your the loser?”, Baker said grinning. “Yes lets see who the next two are and will knacker fight him?”, Jarvis said as Poulter removed his T-bag mesh white Y-fronts. Baker dealt three more cards while Poulter knelt there naked watching conscious of the other three boys eyes on his small hairless genitals. “Shit its me this time but it could have been worse”, Richards said when he had the lowest card. “Just you and me now Jarvis?”, Baker said dealing two cards as Richards removed his under pants.

What you got Jarvis?”, Baker asked grinning as he showed his card a jack. “A king I win get your pants off you're knacker fighting Poulter with Richards”, Jarvis replied. “No problem this will be fun”, Baker replied removing his underpants. “It will be I'm sure but remember to protect your ginger nuts as Poulter is allowed to fight back you have him out numbered but he can still grab and knacker your balls”, Jarvis said. “Don't worry we will soon have him down and begging for mercy”, Richards replied. “Not that we will show any?”, Baker said. “I don't suppose you would”, Jarvis remarked.

You all ready now?', Jarvis asked. All three of them nodded and moved into the centre of the mats while Jarvis knelt on the sides to watch. “Lets get him Richards?”, Baker said. “Yes lets”, Richards replied and they both went for Poulter. As Baker and Richards lunged at Poulter, he struck out whacking Richards in the balls. “Oh fuck my balls”, Richards groaned grabbing his aching balls. “This is supposed to be a knacker fight not a ball punching fight”, Richards moaned as he dropped to the mats clutching his balls. “Yeah that's cheating”, Baker protested. “As the winner I'm the referee I'll decide what goes and that is OK by me”, Jarvis replied. “OK I'll do him on my own then”, Baker said attacking Poulter. Baker and Poulter came together groping for each others balls with their right hands while defending with their left. “Its your lucky day for the moment Poulter?”, Jarvis said as Baker and Poulter grappled trying to grab each others balls. They fought hard and started to sweat and pant from the exertion even though they were naked in the cool large storage shed. Poulter managed to get hold of Bakers balls first and squeeze them making him groan in pain. “Ah fuck my balls you bastard”, Baker moaned as Poulter squeezed his balls. “First knacker to Poulter”, Jarvis said grinning. “And first ball whack”, Poulter replied as he continued to squeeze Bakers balls. “Yeah that as well too”, Jarvis said. Poulter continued to squeeze Bakers balls as they fought jostling on their knees Baker moaning in pain, Baker unable to get hold of Poulter's balls however hard her tried. “Oh fuck Richards, … get up and help me Poulter has my balls”, Baker groaned to Richards as he lay clutching his balls with both hands. Don't bother Richards I'm enjoying watching Pouter punish his ginger nuts?”, Jarvis said.

Come on Richards fucking help me we are losing this handicap fight when we should be winning”, Baker barked indignantly. “Yeah that would a fun thing to watch you and Richards losing to Poulter?', Jarvis said grinning wide. They fought on Baker unable to stop himself being knackered by Poulter his pleas to Richards becoming more desperate. “About fucking time”, Baker moaned when Richard finally got to his knees face flushed. “Get him from behind then we will have him”, Baker said. Richards out for revenge moved towards Pouter intending to grab him from behind. But Bakers suggestion had warned Poulter that Richards was back in the fight and behind him. “Now you are going to get really knackered Poulter?”, Baker said his face ashen from the ball pain. Poulter watched Baker's eyes they were pointing to his right readying himself and when Baker smiled he acted. Poulter let go of Baker's balls and glanced backward and swung his right fist between Richards legs who was almost on top of him. “OK now you are going to pay Poulter?', Richards said as he went to grab Poulter from behind. “Oh fuck no not again”, Richards gasped in pain and surprise as Poulter whacked him in the balls. Richards instantly dropped to the mast double up clutching his balls.

Wow fucking cool second ball whack to you Poulter?”. Jarvis said excitedly. “Yeah just luck I guess?”. Poulter replied. “Not for long Poulter?”. Baker said grabbing Poulter's unprotected balls with his left hand. Poulter had only left his balls unprotected a for a few seconds while he whacked Richards balls, but it was all Baker needed. Baker grabbed and squeezed Poulter's balls with his left hand before Poulter could get his left hand back over them. Oh fuck”, Poulter moaned as Baker grabbed and squeezed his balls. “Got them now pay back time”, Baker said. “Yeah but only with your left hand?”, Poulter replied. “I still got yours remember”, he added. “Great a knacker off”, Jarvis said. They squeezed each other balls making each other moan in pain. However Poulter had the advantage he'd been squeezing Bakers balls longer and he had them in his right hand so he could inflict more pain and take more pain than Baker could. Baker would have been in trouble as he buckled under increasing ball pain pressure if Richards hadn't come to his rescue. Poulter was just thinking he might triumph when Richards grabbed him from behind. “Games over now Poulter”, Richards said as he grabbed Poulter around the neck and pulled Poulter's right hand off Baker balls. “About time you helped me Richards”, Baker sighed in relief as Poulter let go of his balls. “Now lets do it properly”, he added.

Richards grabbed Poulter's arms and pulled them behind his back leaving his balls at Bakers mercy. “OK Poulter now I can really get to work on your balls”, Baker said swapping hands and squeezing Poulter's balls with his right hand. Poulter groaned in pain as his balls were squeezed hard and struggled furiously but Richards kept hold of his arms. “No Poulter, no escape you're going to be knackered and knackered hard”, Baker said as he continued to squeeze Poulter's balls. “Yes that's the kind I like”, Jarvis said smiling as he watched Baker knacker Poulter's balls hard. “Yeah squeeze the little fuckers rip them off”, Richards said as he struggled to keep hold of Poulter. Poulter struggled hard but couldn't break free and had to endure Bakers hard knackering. “There getting nice and red now Poulter they must hurt?”, Baker said as he continued to knacker Poulter's balls. Poulter only groaned in pain writhing and twisting wildly sweat running off his naked body. “Yeah they certainly look red must fucking hurt?”, Jarvis said.

Hey it must be my turn now?”, Richards said. “In a minute I'm not done yet”, Baker replied. “This is too much fun”, he added as he continued to squeeze Poulter's balls hard. Poulter twisted and writhed helplessly his balls filled with a brutal sickening ache. “I love the hard knocks club its so exciting when someone gets their balls really abused”, Jarvis said his cock rock hard and erect. Baker and Richards grinned their naked cocks rock hard as well. Poulter's face was ashen from the pain but he flushed deep red when he realised his cock was erect and standing up. “Yeah Poulter you just love your balls abused”, Baker sneered staring at Poulter's rock hard cock. “Come on I want my go remember”, Richards said. “OK his balls are yours to punish”, Baker replied releasing Poulter's balls. “You can let go of his arms now “, Baker added. “You sure?”, Richards asked. “Yeah he's in no condition to resist now”, Baker replied. And so it proved when Richards released Poulter's arms he just doubled up and grabbed his aching balls. Baker and Richards changed places. Baker grabbed Poulter's arms and pulled them away from his groin. The hard knackering had weakened Poulter and he was unable to resist Baker who quickly trapped Poulter in a full Nelson completely immobilising his arms. “Hold him still don't let him move”, Richards said reaching for Poulter's red sore looking balls. “Don't worry he's helpless and going know where”, Baker replied. Poulter struggled in Bakers grip his hard cock twitched excitedly as he watched Richards reaching for his balls. “Eager for it Poulter, well don't worry you're going to get it?”, Richards said as he grabbed Poulter's balls.

Poulter groaned as Richards grabbed and squeezed his already aching balls. Not to be out done by Baker Richards really went to town on Poulter's balls squeezing them and twisting them round until they were red and filled with sickening pain. “Yeah Poulter its the hard knackering you and your cock is begging for”. Richards said as Poulter twisted and writhed in pain. “Yeah those little fuckers are history”, Baker said laughing as he watched Richards knacker Poulter hard. “Yeah you're enjoying it so much but watch you don't cream Poulter?”, Jarvis quipped making Poulter blush even more. “Yeah that would be fun to see”, Baker said. Poulter's face was bright red with embarrassment, his face contorted with pain, his balls and stomach muscles filled with sickening pain wished for the lunch time to end as soon as possible. But he had to endure a few more minutes punishment before Jarvis looked at his watch and said they had to stop and get back to lessons. Richards and Baker released Poulter started to get dressed leaving Poulter doubled up in pain. He was still lying there when the other three had dressed. “Come on Poulter or you'll be late?”, Jarvis said. Poulter groaned and despite still being in pain had to drag his clothes on and still red faced and sweating follow the others back into school. They headed for their house rooms the first lesson in the afternoon was a double study period in their house rooms.



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Monday, 8 February 2021

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Apprentice Ball Buster Book 1 First Bustings


 James collected his new apprentice from the managers office as he arrived at work. His name was Gary and he was a fourth year apprentice in his last year, a lot more handy allowing them to get more things done. Gary would be doing six months with James. “I’m James but call me Jim”, James said to Gary. “I’ll take you to the work shop, there’s a locker there for you to use”, James added. He saw that Gary had his tool box and overalls with him. James took Gary to their workshop. “That’s your locker Gary”, James said pointing to the one beside his own. “Put your tool box on the bench”, he added. “Thanks Jim”, Gary replied. James watched Gary put his tool box on the bench then he removed his coat and placed it in his locker. Gary took his jacket off and hung it in his locker. “I suppose we had better get our overalls on and get started”, James said removing them from his locker and hanging them on the door.

  James was twenty eight years old, 5’ 11”, 168 lb, slim but muscular. He had short brown hair and grey eyes. Gary the apprentice was seventeen years old 5’ 9”, 150 lb, slim with a cheeky boyish face. He had blonde hair cut short. James thought that Gary and him were quite evenly matched give or take a few pounds. Although Gary was slim he had that wiry look about him implying that he was stronger than he looked. Well that’s what James could deduce from under Gary hooded sweat top and jogging bottoms. James removed his T-shirt and hung it in his locker. He took down his boots from the top of the locker removed his trainers and put them on the top of the locker. James then undid and removed his jeans hanging them in the locker as well. He stripped down to his red cotton briefs and stepped into his overalls. Gary stood watching him. “Oh I never wear anything under my overalls, .... I get too hot”, James said by way of an explanation. Gary didn’t say anything but his gaze was centred on the bugle in the front of James’s briefs. 

  Gary shrugged and pulled his hooded top over his head and hung it in the locked. He had white tight fitting vest on underneath. Although slim James could now see that Gary had a slim but athletic body, swimmers or cyclists build. James pulled his overalls on and did the bottom three pop studs leaving the front open, exposing his naked torso down to the navel. Gary kicked off his trainers pulled his overalls on and slipped his trainers back on. He left the front of his overall open as well. Over the next week James got to know Gary very well. Gary was good worker and knew a lot about electrical maintenance. James liked working with Gary he had a good sense of humour and he enjoyed the playful banter between them. They seemed very similar with similar interests.

  There was a tradition in the large engineering company they worked for of tradesman abusing their apprentices. James did abuse some of his apprentices usually the arrogant, lazy or cheeky ones. He never did anything too terrible to them unlike some other tradesman, who could be quite sadistic. After the first day sweating heavily in his overalls Gary wore no vest to work under his hooded top. A second equally sweaty day made Gary copy James and strip down to his boxer shorts under his overalls leaving them open to the navel just like James did. “Its more comfortable like this in this hot part of the factory”, James said to Gary as they stripped down and donned their overalls. “Sure is, much more bearable”, Gary replied. James couldn’t help noticing the Gary had a couple of bruises around his navel and Gary had noticed that James had seen them.

  “Its a silly game I play with another apprentice when we’ve have had a few beers”, Gary said. “We punch each other in the belly and see who can take the most”, he added. “OK and could you take the most?”, James asked. “Yes Tom buckled under my third punch, I won”, Gary replied. “Tom’s not very good, never has been but he likes to be punched”, Gary added. “And you?”, James asked liking where the conversation was going. “I like punching Tom its thrilling making him suffer particularly knowing he likes it, I like giving it myself makes it even better”, Gary replied. “Although I quite like getting punched as well its thrilling too, although not as thrilling as punching Tom”, Gary added. James felt his cock stiffening in his underpants as he listened to Gary’s story. He hoped it wasn’t too obvious as he could see the bulge in Gary’s overalls was a little more prominent after is revelation.

  James had wondered and hoped that Gary would be a kindred spirit and share his fetish. James fetish was ball busting, hitting other guys in the balls and getting hit in the balls by them. He had picked it up at his school were it was a long tradition and rife among the boys. James liked mutual two way busting with other guys but preferred to take more than give. There was no way of broaching the subject so the only way to find out if Gary liked ball busting was to try it on him. It was likely though as Gary was already in gut punishment another fetish James liked, with luck Gary would like ball busting as well as gut punishment. There job was to put a new armoured into a fuse board. There was a guard rail in front of the board and it required who ever was working on the board to stand on the middle rail.

   Gary was connecting the cable and stood on the middle rail, as he was using both hands so he spread his legs apart to keep his balance. This was too good and opportunity for James to miss. James used the round plastic handle of his screw driver to tap the bulge hanging down between Gary’s spread legs. “Oh ??? my balls, ... Jim what you doing?”, Gary asked staring down and seeing the screw driver between his legs and realising what had happened.

Just abusing my apprentice its a tradition, don’t take it personally”, James replied. “What? How much more personal can hitting my balls be?”, Gary asked. “True but you’d enjoy me punching you in the belly too much for it to be abuse, so I chose hurting your balls instead”, James replied tapping Gary’s balls again with the handle of his screw driver. “Fuck they ache now, its giving me a sick feeling in the guts”, Gary moaned. “Thought you’d be used to that Gary with your gut punishment fetish”, James said.  “Bastard, ... should have kept my mouth shut”, Gary cursed. “Yes you should have boy”, James replied giving Gary’s balls another tap. “And don’t call me names boy either”, James added tapping Gary’s balls again. “Fuck, ... I’m going to double up in a minute live wires or no live wires”, Gary gasped. “Not as good as this as gut punishing Tom it seems”, James said tapping Gary’s balls again. “Oh ???, ... Jim please, I won’t be able to finish this job if you don’t stop”, Gary said painfully staring own red faced as James sweat beading on his brow from the pain in his balls. “OK Gary don’t take too long or I’ll have to start again”, James replied. “Ok, ... I’m doing it as fast as I can”, Gary said. “My mind is on my balls more at the moment funnily enough”, Gary added.

      When Gary finished he climbed down and grasped the top guard rail hunched over resting his forehead against the top rail. “Still ache do they?”, James asked as he closed the fuse board. “Yes they do quite a lot”, Gary replied. “My stomach muscles are tight and the pain is making me queasy, just like after and good punching but more intense, much more intense”, he added wincing slightly. Gary stayed bent over leaning on the guard rail for about a minute, then slowly straightened up. The fuse board was right down in the basement of the factory and there was a long flight of stair to go up. “We’ve got the other board to do tomorrow”, James said as they negotiated the stairs. “Yes and its your turn to connect it up”, Gary replied. “I get to tap your balls with my screw driver”, he added. “In your dreams boy”, James said. “Fairs fair, ..don’t give if you won’t take”, Gary said.

 “So you fancy yourself as a bull buster now do you?”, James asked. “Starting to like it,... well looks like you do”, James added  glancing at the bulge in the front of Gary’s overalls. “Not so you would notice”, Gary replied. “Shit I’m not am I?”, he asked staring down at his groin. “I wouldn’t have thought being hit in the balls would make me get hard”, Gary sighed softly. “But it does believe me”, James replied. “But that’s what happened when you gut punch isn’t it that’s why you do it?”, James asked. “Yes but really only get hard when I’m punching and hurting Tom, he gets hard when he’s hurting”, Gary replied. “Oh well we can’t have a mystery on hands can we Gary”, James said. “Better make sure”, he added as he lashed out with his left hand and whacked Gary in the balls.

   “Oh ???, ..... not again”, Gary gasped doubling over and clutching his balls. “That make you any harder?”, James asked. “No of course not”, Gary replied lying his cock had stiffened considerably. “That does it I’m going to get you back now”, Gary moaned. “That sounds like a threat or a challenge”, James replied. “Its both, ... but you ???ing leave me alone”, Gary replied covering his balls with his hands and hurrying on up the stairs. James smiled to himself and followed Gary up the stair. James was two steps behind Gary and the made their way up the stairs Gary still protecting his balls with his hands. “You know boy you have to learn how to play this game properly before you issue challenges or threats”, James said as he brought his right fist up between Gary’s legs. “Fuck”, Gary spat and dropped to his knees doubled right up on the stairs almost retching, face white. “Aching are they Gary?”, James asked smiling. “Yes what do you think”, Gary replied painfully. “But not as much as yours will”, Gary added.


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Saturday, 6 February 2021

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Busting Recollections


I'm not sure when and how my ball busting fun with my friend's younger brother Roger. But when I was an apprentice I started to like the idea of my balls being hurt and often whacked my own balls with a carpet slipper, imagining someone else, another boy or girl was doing it to me. My friend Michael, Roger's older bother used to got out drinking to the pub with my older brother and when my when mother and father were also out I invited Roger round to my house and we indulged in some play fighting. After some rolling around the floor and let him get on top of me a few times I asked Roger if wanted a slipper fight. We would both have one of my carpet slippers and hit each other with it. He seemed a little reluctant but agreed and we started and hitting each other lots of times with the slippers. I let Roger hit me more times than I hit him, he targeted my belly, and chest, thighs and buttocks. This was quite exciting and painful as I was wearing thin cotton shirt and quite thin trousers.

Roger seemed to like the game, as he was winning against and older and bigger boy. I can remember enjoying it to, but it wasn't what I really wanted was Roger to hit my in the groin with the slipper and hurt my balls. So after a couple of minutes rest to get our breath back we started again and I deliberately caught Roger some swiping blows to his groin. He was surprised and hurt by the first one but I think he put it down as a mistake, but angered by the second and he and protested loudly. I told Roger he was allowed to hit me there as well I wouldn't stop him. He was still angry but I could see he liked the idea of revenge so we started again. Almost instantly Roger caught me with a swiping blow that brushed my left ball painfully making me gasp. "Lets see how much you like it Dave", he said smiling with satisfaction as he brandished the slipper in his right hand and shielded his groin with his left. It was fantastic and more exciting, as it wasn't expected or anticipated like when I hit myself. The pain in my left ball made my cock tingle with excitement. "Want to play it like that then", I said aiming a whack at Roger's balls, and deliberately leaving my balls open and unprotected.

      My slipper was deflected by Roger left hand and hit against his right thigh. He aimed one at my completely open and undefended groin catching me square on both balls with a fairly hard whack of the carpet slipper. "Fuck", I moaned painfully as both my balls hurt sending sickening but exciting pain seeping from my balls into my stomach muscles. I knelt on hands and knees slightly bent over legs apart, letting the pain subside. To my surprise and delight although it hurt even more he hit me again while I knelt legs open catching me with an even harder whack. My balls had hardly got over the shock of the first whack this made the pain much worse. I moaned as the seething, sickening, but delightful pain in my belly intensified.

With my tingling, excited, cock starting to stiffen towards erection I reached for my slipper to fight back only to take another hard slipper whack to both my balls again. I let out a loud groaned of pain and dropped to the carpet cupping my now badly aching balls. I lay hand cupping my aching balls my stomach muscles tight with sicken ball pain. The pain was bad but it was also very exciting and my cock was getting harder and harder. This was even better then I imagined it to be and much more painful, as I would stop after a couple of whacks particularly a hard one when hitting myself. It was clear Roger wasn't going stop whacking me however much it hurt, just because it did. I think that was the attraction and thrill of playing with another person you lost control, they took it and kept it making you suffer, and you couldn't stop them. "Come get up Dave, ..this slipper fight isn't over yet", Roger demanded. I moaned but didn't move I was in two minds whether I wanted another whack in the balls again. Deep down I knew I did but it was going to be when the pain and eased off a bit. "Come get up Dave", Roger said laying the slipper across my buttocks a few times hard enough to echo in my darkened front room. It was mid winter when we started to play these slipper games and I would draw the curtains and we would fight in the dark. The dark made it more exciting and difficult to see and more important to see Roger slipper whacks coming till it was too late.

      "Hey they hurt I protested feeling my bum cheeks start to smart. "Then get up", Roger replied landing a couple more. But I wasn't ready to get up, my balls were still aching, and now my cock was hard in my thin trousers, the slippering of my bum adding to my excitement. "OK stay there then", Roger said rotating the slipper in his hand. We had both been holding the slippers by the heel and hitting each other with wider softy end. Roger now brought the moulded, harder, heel end down on my bum hard, several times the stinging whacks echoing round the wall with my gasps of pain. "Bastard I said in shock and anger my arse now really smarting and my cock fully erect in my underpants and tight trousers. I grabbed my slipper and got up onto my hands and knees ready attack Roger with it. Roger didn't wait for me to get up he launched into an attack as I knelt on all fours aiming the slipper blindly at my groin, and he was still holding by the soft front end using the hard heel end to hit me. His first whack was high catching me, on my erect cock had making me wince. The second didn't miss catching me full on the scrotum with the harder square heel.

     "Fuck", I croaked breathlessly dropping my slipping and double right over holding my balls. The previous hard whacks had been painful this was a crippler, the harder moulded heel section really hammering my balls. "Oh you cunt", I gasp barely above a whisper the pain was that intense. "Its just part of the game", Roger said with a smile enjoying my suffering. Its funny how boys and men enjoy seeing another man or boy hit in the balls, knowing how painful it is only makes the enjoyment more satisfying.

   "No", I said hoarsely pointing at his slipper. "What?", Roger asked glancing down at it. "Oh sorry", he said with a grin, realising he'd hit me with he hard heel end. I can remember thinking at the time that his apology was a little insincere. "Give me a couple of minutes", I moaned curling up into the foetal position. I lay there for about five minutes until the pain subsidised enough for me to get up. My hard, excited cock had shrunk to little flaccid stud, so I felt less self conscious as I would have been if I'd managed to get up and continue with a full erection. We stood at either ends of the dark room, each peering at the other end trying to locate each other, both reluctant to enter the empty area in the middle and be the first to be seen and no doubt whacked. I heard a sound and sensed a movement at the other end and moved silently into the centre of the room thinking I had Roger. However a few steps in, I took a slipper to the balls Roger wasn't where I thought he was and his were clearly better in the dark then mine. I groaned as pain returned to my balls and lashed out catching Roger on the upper body as he backed away. He moved straight back in catching me with another whack to the balls. "Fuck", I gasped my face contorting as the pain in my balls got worse, but it was exciting me again the pain and the suspense of the slipper duel in the dark was making my cock harden again. Roger disappeared into the darkness, again leaving me to endure the sickening ache in my belly wondering when he would strike again.

   I kept looking round trying to locate Roger in the darkness as the ache in my balls slowly subsided. I waited and peered across the room for a minute or more, then decided to move into the centre of the room to draw him out. I was hoping to see Roger coming and meet him head on slipper ready and give a few whacks back in payment for the last few hard ones he'd given me without taking any in return. I moved into the centre and must have been visible to Roger, but he still didn't emerge from the shadows. I couldn't see him however hard a stared into the shadows but I knew there were a couple of armchairs to hide behind. In the end I had no choice but to adventure into the darker shadows giving Roger the advantage, as he would be able to see me before I saw him. I crept silently until I was beside the first armchair. I peered behind it heart pounding in anticipation I couldn't see anything, he had to be behind the second armchair. As I moved passed the armchair a slipper shot out from behind it and caught me a glancing blow to my right bollock. "Fuck", I gasped grunting in pain, a definite mistake. Roger had been aiming semi-blind and when I gasped in pain it told him he was on target. A second, harder whack lashed out, catching my already aching right bollock making me gasp louder and turn away. I stumbled away, back into the centre of the room hunched over in pain, with Roger in pursuit.

    "I've got you now Dave", Roger said as he chased me brandishing his slipper. He was only a pace or so behind me and I knew I couldn't out run him so I turned to face him. Roger came on waving his slipper smiling as he saw me hunched over, I held my slipper ready in front of me. I watched Roger move in close, right hand holding his slipper out in front of him left hand shielding his groin. I lashed out with my slipper making the first move it caught his left hand and made him curse as the whack was hard, smacking loudly against the back of his left hand. Roger retailed with a sweeping hard whack that caught my left bollock this time making me cringe.

I lashed out angrily missing him completely. Roger calmly delivered hard whack dead centre to my groin catching both bollocks hard. I let out a soft painful gasp and my slipper dropped to the carpet as I dropped to my knees clutching my balls. Roger kicked my slipper away into the shadows in the far corner. Roger dropped to his knees beside me and lashed out at my balls catching me on the back on my hands that were cupping them for comfort. He hit me again hoping I would move my hands, but my balls were hurting too much, particularly the right one. Roger whacked me in the belly very hard making my skin on my belly smart, I was only wearing a thin cotton shirt. I still refused to remove my hands from my groin and I could see Roger was frustrated. He grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked it out of my trousers, pulling the front up so it exposed my belly. I still kept my hands firmly on my balls. Roger lashed out with his slipper whacking the bare exposed skin of my belly filling the room with aloud echoing crack. "Ahh, that hurts you bastard", I gasped. "Good", Roger replied delivering another one right over my navel. "Oooh, you vicious little bugger", I cursed grabbing my shirtfront with both hands and pulling it down over my red smarting belly.

        Roger's slipper caught me hard between the legs hitting both balls hard making me double up as the pain in my balls increased dramatically. Before I could get my hands back down over my balls, Roger landed another whack that laid me right out and I flopped onto my back with my legs slightly apart and my arms on the carpet besides me, making no attempt to cover my aching balls. I was down in pain and without my slipper and Roger had the advantage, it was wonderful, painful, but highly exciting as well, the sort of scenario I used to fantasise about again and again. Real life wasn't as good as fantasy as the sickening pain was more acute and the erotic arousal a little less, but I revelled in it all the same. Roger paused for a few seconds, confused when I didn't try to protect my balls, then lashed out at my groin again with the slipper.

       The hard whack caught both balls again making me gasp loudly almost taking my breath away. The pain was intense and the excitement even more so, my cock now trying burst out of my trousers and underpants. Roger whacked me again catching both balls quite hard, bemused by total lack of defence, but not minded to show mercy. He whacked me several more times making me gasp and groan my legs opening and closing with every whack of the slipper. After at least half a dozen whacks with the slipper the pain became so intense I was forced to roll over onto my back. Roger whacked me between the legs and on in the arse several times frustrated at not being able to get to my balls. "Come on Dave I can't hit you like this its not fair", Roger protested. "It seems fair to me, it would to you too if your balls were hurting so much", I replied wearily. "Well you wanted to play the game I thought you were liking you were letting me hit you often enough. I shuddered had it been that obvious even to him I thought to myself, I supposed it must have been. "Come on I want to play some more", Roger said slippering my arse hard. Then an idea came to me thinking back to my days in the junior school when there was there was the knackering fights. "I can't take any more whacks for the moment but you could knacker me instead", I suggested, my voice trembling with excited anticipation.

    "Knacker you what's that mean?", Roger asked curious. "Squeeze my balls with your hand and make me roll over", I replied even more excitedly. "How do I do that with you like that?", Roger asked. "You can force your hand underneath me and grab them quite easily", I replied sweat beading on my brow and my hard erect cock tingling with excitement. I know I'd seen three boys do it to another boy, they were chasing and trying to knacker him. When he finally collapsed on the play ground in exhaustion, he lay face down legs closed, hands over his balls to protect them. The three boys all forced their hands underneath the boy on the floor groping his balls. He couldn't resist as three hands forced his hands away and they took turns and knackering his helpless balls until they had him in tears from the pain.

     "OK that sounds good", Roger said. "OK I'm ready", I said heart thumping in my chest as I removed my hands from over my balls and lay them either side of my body on the carpet palms down. Roger smiled as he forced his right hand underneath me groping for my balls. First he grabbed my hard cock and squeezed it hard, that was very embarrassing Roger knowing I was hard and it nearly made me come. But he fumbled lower until he felt my balls and clasped them between his finger squeezing them hard. The pain was sickening but exquisite, as my balls were still aching and tender from the slipperings.

     This was now getting very exciting I'd introduced Roger to whacking my balls with the slipper and knackering them and he was very good at doing both. I groaned in pain wondering how much more of this knackering I could endure before I was forced to roll over. Not long I knew and I also knew the moment I rolled over he would start whacking them with the slipper again. I lasted and few more seconds, then rolled over on to my back. Roger was brandishing the slipper in his left-hand ready and waiting. As I flopped onto my back by chest rising and falling as I sucked in air, trying to ease the pain in my aching balls.

     Roger hit me between the legs with the slipper. It was hard and right on target, both ???ing balls again. "Fucking hell", I croaked almost losing my voice as my balls were really killing me. I rolled to the right away from Roger, showing my back to him, moving my balls ways from him. He just moved round to my right and whacked me again. He only caught my left testicle but hard enough to cause shock and anger and I cursed as I rolled onto my belly cupping my balls, coughing loudly, my face ashen from the ball pain. Roger tried to get his hand to my balls from both sides but I wouldn't let him past my protecting hands.

     I stayed like this for a minute or two with Roger constantly trying to get past my covering hands, to knacker my balls, until the intense pain eased off and I felt more excited and less sick and angry. "You little bastard, those were killers", I sighed weakly rolling onto my back my hands still covering my balls. "Move your hands Dave", Roger ordered holding the slipper ready to hit me again. With sweat running down my face I removed my hands from my groin.

Roger gave me a several whacks with the slipper making me gasp and groan. I'd close my legs as the slipper connected, sending more sick but highly exciting pain shooting through my stomach muscles, and then open them again as Roger withdrew the slipped, only to close them again as he hit me again. This went on for about a minute my legs opening and closing on every whack, until I just spread my legs wide in totally surrender my balls hurting too much for me to care and driving my excitement off the scale. Roger finally stopped. "Had enough now?", he asked, "Yes I replied softly. My body was drenched in sweat my shirt stuck to my body my underpants were ringing with sweat and pre-come fluid my, cock so hard it was painful. "I won you lost", Roger said with a satisfied smile. I nodded. "Want to play again another night", I asked. "Maybe", Roger replied thinking for a second or two. "Yeah OK, let me know when", Roger added. "OK I will", I said. Then he whacked me again with the slipper, it was unexpected and therefore doubly painful. I gasped in agony, doubling up, almost puking, the pain was that bad. Roger dropped the slipper and left me double up on the floor and let himself out.  It took me a long time be able to get over the pain in my balls enough to get up. I was glad Roger had gone it save the embarrassment of seeing that I come in my jeans and underpants. I always come when I fantasised about games and meetings like that, but I knew I was hooked now, as I had come actually doing it come from being whacked repeatedly in the balls.


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