Tex, Mike, and Dale
An original story by Ro n
Dale tries to manipulate a fight between Tex and Mike to unforeseen consequences
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IT HAD BEEN KNOWN for months around the bunk house that both Tex and Mike had the hots for the same guy: a cute young ranch hand named Dale. And Dale was not above playing one against the other to get special favors around the ranch. After all, Mike was the foreman and Tex the strongest among his fellow cowboys. For a while he played it cool and neither knew about the other’s relations with him, but eventually it all came out into the open and something had to give. Tex was driven in a fury to settle things once and for all by simple force; Mike was more inclined to do in his rival by more subtle means. All the while, Dale instigated conflict and maneuvered the situation for all it was worth for him, and then retreating to the side lines to watch the fur fly! For all his young naïve appearance, Dale was a manipulating son of a bitch.
Everything came to a head one Saturday night. They agreed to have at each other after chow in a no-holds-barred free-for-all in the barn. Everyone was looking forward to a hot evening’s entertainment, and no one more than Dale!
At 8:00 PM they squared off in a cleared area in the old barn. Nearly all the other ranch hands were there in eager anticipation of some hot and dirty fighting. Wagers were being made as to who would get nutted. Tex was the first to appear. He stripped down buck naked, with only his sharp toed boots and his every-present hat pushed proudly to the back of his head. His muscles glistened with sweat in the hot August evening; his powerful arms, well-defined chest, and trunk-like thighs magnificent in their almost over-powering masculinity. But most of all, all eyes focused on the magnificent manhood swinging heavily between his legs: two huge balls pendulous in their hairless sac over-arched by a cock of equally generous proportions, uncut and primitive just like Tex himself. In a few moments Mike strode to the center of the clearing and also stripped down. As his briefs were yanked down, his equally impressive endowment flopped forward. He was somewhat leaner than Tex, but equally masculine and powerful. They had decided it was to be a “trial by tug straps.” Each of the powerful young studs cinched up a leather strap tight around his genitals until the balls bulged in their sacs like hen’s eggs and their pricks became engorged with blood and the veins stood out along the shafts like small ropes. The cock head of Mike’s circumcised prick bulged in crimson glory at the end of his ten-inch shaft. The end of the strap fluttered loose as they jockeyed for position. The rules were simple: There were no rules! The contest would continue until one or the other gave in or lost his nuts to the other. There would be no time out, no referee, and no holds barred.
Dale was in the front row smirking maliciously as the two squared off, crouching with one hand protecting their balls, the other ready to grasp his opponent’s organs or strap. Ready, GO!
Tex was first to take advantage. His hand went out with lightning speed and seized the end of the leather strap in his fist and yanked with all his strength. A yeowl burst forth from Mike’s open mouth as he felt his entire manhood being stretched to its limit. The cords dug into the roots of his genitals, cutting off the circulation and causing his balls to balloon in their tightened bag. In desperation, his own hand flashed forth to grasp the encircling leather around Tex’s vulnerable male organs. It was an agonizing, punishing, dangerous stalemate with each man pulling with all his strength on his screaming opponent’s precious, delicate manhood. Each youth gritted his teeth and tugged and pulled on the other’s strap with one hand as he clawed and scratched at other vulnerable parts of the other’s naked body. Mike brought his sharp nails down across Tex’s heaving breast, tearing at his erect swollen nipples even while his right hand continued to savagely punish the entrapped genitals of his rival. For his part, Tex’s fingers felt around Mike’s handsome face. His fingers sought out his eyes, attempting to blind him. He, too, gripped the leather strap tightly in his fist and pulled on the straining cock and balls until they threatened to tear out by the roots! Each was now screaming in agony as he felt his manhood being pulled from his crotch; as the leather dug into the trapped flesh and yanked the hideously distended genitals to their limits. The balls bulged in their glistening, tight sacs; the veins stood out in bold relief.
Both cocks were rock-hard in pure sexual excitement. Each man knew that the other’s very sex was on the line, to be taken from him in a second’s vicious yank on the leather strap. For what seemed like an eternity to each of them, the savage assault continued. Each felt his own gonads nearly being ripped off. All the pains of Hell were localized at the center of their grinding crotches as each went for the other in deadly earnest. Mike now felt Tex’s thumb digging into the corner of his right eye socket, threatening to gouge out the delicate eye ball. His own left fist desperately sought out the bulging cords of Tex’s neck. His fingers tightened around the pulsing throat, strangling him and threatening to crush the voice box to mush.
Suddenly, with lightning speed, Mike sent his foot between Tex’s legs and tripped the man with a karate maneuver. At the same time he brought up his knee in a vicious blow to the groin. Both holds were broken, and the two now were thrashing on the dirt, clawing and grasping for an advantage. Mike’s right hand slashed along Tex’s ass-crack, between the two full mounds, and down and through the thrashing thighs until he found the dangling balls within his grasping fingers. His fist tightened and the fingers curled around the twin testicles while the thumb pressed between the trapped nuts threatening to burst them in their warm bag. Tex struggled in agony and terror, uttering an animal cry of pain and anguish as he felt his nuts being crushed. Desperately, his own hands fought out Mike’s vulnerable organs. Sharp nails dug into the heaving trim young belly and tore out a handful of curly crotch hair above the flopping genitals. The it slipped down and seized Mike’s protruding sex. His nails dug into the throbbing cock tip just below the glans threatening to tear the magnificent helmet-shaped-head from its shaft. They rolled about the clearing each seeking to un-man the other. Each grabbed and tore at whatever part of the other’s body he could reach. Deep gashes appeared all over the two beautiful masculine bodies. Tex seized and twisted Mike’s left nipple until it nearly tore from his breast; Mike’s hands dug deeply between the luscious, smooth mounds of Tex’s ass-cheeks, forcing first one, then two and three fingers into the stretched hole. With one more burst of strength, he would fist the son of a bitch, tear out his bowels.
With an almost super human burst of strength, Tex lifted Mike up in the air and slung him over his right shoulder. Then he grabbed the end of the dangling strap and pulled the tortured cock and sac of balls back out through his legs and pulled as hard as he could. The blood-engorged genitals turned almost purple. The testicles bulged obscenely and the hard prick stuck straight out. Mike howled in agony upside down and unable to see the torture wrecked upon his manhood. What he could see was Tex’s unprotected cock and balls swinging at eye level. With a desperate last burst of effort he pulled the strap tight with his right hand while his left hand seized Tex’s man nuts. His fingers closed in upon the trapped testicles while his thumb encircled the distended eggs and squeezed! Now it was Tex’s turn to scream in agony as he felt his precious balls at the brink of crushing destruction. Neither would give in as they exerted terrible pressure on each other’s sexual organs. Mike felt his dick and balls slowly being pulled out by the roots as Tex applied greater and greater force to the attached strap. Mike, in turn, was slowly but inexorably crushing Tex’s nuts to oblivion.
In the midst of their mutual punishment, they both were suddenly aware of Dale’s mocking laughter from the sidelines. It suddenly occurred to both of them that they were the unwitting pawns of this little bastard’s manipulations. Tex suddenly dropped Mike onto the ground and stared at Dale. Mike, too, forgot all about the fight of a moment ago and glanced at Tex. They both nodded at each other and grinned and with a single mind, lunged at Dale, who was too surprised to make a move. In an instant, they were both on him. While Mike held his arms behind him, Tex forced his young legs apart, drew back his pointed boot and kicked him full force squarely in the balls. Dale howled in pain and doubled up, frantically trying to protect his groin. Both the men fell upon him: The kicked him in the side, breaking several ribs, in the trim young belly, rupturing his bladder, and finally, again and again in the nuts, pouched snugly in his tight jeans. He let out one final unearthly shriek as his balls were destroyed, still in his jock strap. Tex reached down between his legs, ripped open the fly, lifted the jock strap, and felt for the crushed testicles ruptured in their warm sac. As a final indignity, he clutched his fingers around the bag and slowly twisted it until the cords snapped and the skin tore. Dale’s eyes opened wide and he screamed as he realized that he had been nutted! The fight was over.
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