Little Pedro vs. Rodrigo - Jayse Version

The story below is the first of a two-parter involving a lot of boxing, wrestling, and ball busting. Both stories revolve around Pedro, a short and supremely hunky muscle stud and undisputed nut-busting champion at his gym.

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Little Pedro vs. Rodrigo

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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Pedro is one hell of a sexy latino stud, devastatingly handsome with dark hair, dusky skin, soulful brown eyes, and a full sensual mouth. Pedro is a little guy at only 5'6", but at 230 pounds of thick and dense muscle, he’s built like a fucking fireplug. The handsome stud loves to fight, and the dirtier the better. 

He works out at a boxing gym in a sleazy part of town. It’s a small gym frequented mostly by latinos, some blacks, and only 3 or 4 anglos. The action in the ring is unusually rough and dirty, partly because the "ref" doesn't care, but mainly because the fighters like that way. 

Some of the fighters revel in using low blows against their opponents and winning fights by seeing who has the toughest set of nuts. Pedro is one of the best low blow punchers in the gym, and all of the other fighters have felt the force behind his brutal ball shots even through the “foul proof” cups that most of them wear for matches. Several of the hispanic boxers, however, really get off on trading low blows with another fighter, and they fight as often as they can in the ring with just a jock strap and no protective cup. Pedro is definitely of this latter category, and he usually wins his matches by being able to absorb more ball shots than anyone else can. The young stud is famous in the gym for having both the biggest and the toughest nuts around. 

Pedro has been fighting for as long as he can remember, being from the wrong side of the tracks and growing up in a very rough part of town. In his neighborhood in the poor part of Chicago, it was either fight or die, so Pedro learned to fight at an early age. He had a brother, Antonio, who was 2 years older than him and a good 5 inches taller. Antonio had also learned to fight at a young age, and his physique was even more massive and muscular than that of his little brother. Antonio and Pedro often rough housed together and were quick to learn about the weak points of the human body -- the eyes, the throat, various nerve centers, and especially the balls. Antonio had been on the high school boxing and football teams, and he often got to put his anatomical knowledge to practical use. Going for the other's balls whenever possible taught both of them how to protect their family jewels and how to crack the other guy's nuts. 

They kept up their brotherly fights until Antonio graduated from high school and joined the marines when he was 19. While Antonio was in the marines, he often wrote Pedro about the fights in the barracks and showers. He explained them in great detail, how similar they were to the way that he and Pedro had practiced. And how the winner was the one that got to the other's balls first, either with his hand, knee, or foot, with a nut cracking claw being the most common and effective. The marines had to be careful when they fought because the D.I.'s might put them in the brig or have them discharged if they were caught. 

Whenever Antonio was on leave, he returned home to visit with his kid brother Pedro. They talked long into the nights about the fights that they had gotten into and won (they never lost), and what tactics they had used to defeat their challengers. When they weren't reminiscing, they were fighting, with Antonio showing Pedro some of the new tricks that he had learned in the marines. They both concentrated on each other's huge balls, punches, kicks, and nut claws all being freely used. Both of them had incredibly tough and resilient nuts, with Antonio’s humongous gonads made even tougher by his time in the marines. Both men had enormous nuts that any man would be immensely proud of, but Pedro’s nuts were truly massive, two incredibly heavy and weighty orbs of beefy ball flesh each the size of a large ripe orange, and Antonio couldn’t believe how much they had grown since he had last seen his kid brother. Both handsome brothers got off with their renewed ball bashing and their traded stories of dirty fights. Every leave, Antonio looked forward to coming home so that they could continue to work out and work over each other's huge balls, continuing their ball toughing and refining their fighting techniques. 

It was after Antonio had returned to the marine base at the end of one of his leaves that the now 19-year-old Pedro had found the boxing gym. He had joined it with the hope of learning even more about how to box, and it didn't take him long to find out who were the ball bashers among the members. When Antonio called late one night, Pedro told him of his discovery, a boxing gym where fighters actually practiced dirty fighting tactics and used them openly. Antonio's thick cock sprang to attention when he heard this, and he made Pedro promise to take him there on his next leave. Pedro eagerly agreed. It would be two months before Antonio would get another 2 week leave, and he couldn't get the thoughts of fighters openly fighting for the other's balls out of his head. 

Pedro was working out 6 times a week and keeping in great shape, his enormous muscles growing even larger and further filling out his short frame. Pedro also spent as much time as possible practicing his favorite pastime -- punching other men in the balls. The constant boxing challenges and no-blows-barred fights made him very aggressive, and he was thankful that Antonio had trained him so well. He reminded Antonio of this every time they exchanged letters or phone calls. Antonio was glad that his little brother had learned his lessons so well and was putting them to good use. 

There was a wide  variety of sparing partners at the gym, but Pedro gravitated towards those that fought the dirtiest. He became friends with several of them, three of the dirtiest latino fighters. All four enjoyed sneaking up on each other and punching the other's balls with their fists, gloved or not. They really enjoyed feeling their knuckles dig into another man's balls and watching him double up in agony. 

Pedro always beat the others, but even Pedro would occasionally succumb to a solid well-placed ball shot. He recovered more quickly than the others, though, because his huge nuts had been toughened by almost a decade of low blow fighting with his brother. 

Pedro and his three latino friends also liked to have private, bare knuckles, low blows only bouts after hours, in jocks without cups. Frequently, they had to pause during these matches to allow their big hard-ons to subside before continuing. Pedro got a hard on every time he unsuspectingly got hit in the balls, whether it was in the locker room, in the shower, or in the gym, but never in the ring or during real fight. The young muscle stud had more control than that. In a real fight, Pedro would only get rock hard only after he had punched the other guy's balls into submission and he could claim his victory. Pedro’s thick bull cock was every bit a match for his colossal cajones, and his frequent rampant boners in the gym were the stuff of legend. 

The four ball bashers traded off fighting with each other until the competition reached the point that they decided to schedule a "championship" fight. The "rules" were simple -- there WERE no rules! Anything goes, no gloves, no cups or jocks, and no fouls, just two naked studs fighting it out bare knuckles to see who was the best and dirtiest fighter. They quietly and secretly talked to anyone who looked interested, and with more than a dozen competitors, it would take several weeks before the final bout could be held between the two toughest competitors. As the competitions began, the four ball bashers wrecked havoc on the less talented dirty fighters. Low blows rained supreme, with the upper cut between the legs being the best and most destructive, followed closely by the brutal knee lift. Fighter after fighter was eliminated until it came done to Pedro and his friend Rodrigo. 

Pedro and Rodrigo had fought many times before. Rodrigo was a hot Latin stud as well, standing about 5’10” and weighing a muscular 210 pounds. The young man was extremely handsome as well, and was blessed with an extra-large set of balls. Pedro had never lost to Rodrigo -- or anyone else, for that matter -- but Rodrigo usually put up a hell of a fight. Pedro never escaped unscathed, as Rodrigo always managed to sink his big fists into Pedro's balls at least several times during their bouts. But he had never succeeded in knocking Pedro down with a ball shot or cracking his mammoth nuts. Their brutal ball play followed them outside the ring as well, and in the locker room or showers they always traded ball shots, their bare knuckles slamming into each other's balls no matter who was there or watching. 

But now everything was on the line -- the title of “The Dirtiest Fighter of the Gym” and the loser’s ass. All of the challengers were present, and as it was a warm night, they were all stripped to waist. Their hard muscular bodies shimmered with a light layer of sweat that washed over their solid, meaty pecs and washboard stomachs to drip into their jocks and shorts. They grew restless waiting for the match to begin. Most were frequently readjusting their battered balls in their tight jocks and stroking their hard dicks in anticipation of the hottest fight of the year. 

Pedro and Rodrigo climbed into the ring facing each other and slowly removed their robes, exposing their completely naked bodies. Both men were rock hard, their big swollen cocks pointing towards ceiling and their huge balls hanging loosely between their hard muscular legs. Rodrigo has a beautiful cock, a big solid piece of meat measuring a full 8 inches in length, but his proud dick is dwarfed by the massive member possessed by the shorter stud. Pedro’s cock was enormous, and looked even bigger on the short man’s compact and extraordinarily muscular frame. The young stud’s bull cock was every bit of 10 1/2 inches long and immensely thick, easily as thick as a beer can, and stuck straight up from his muscular crotch like some mighty spear of flesh. 

The two studs’ big cocks swayed from side to side as they stepped to the center of the ring, and their huge balls swinging like pendulums beneath. The bell rang and the match began; there would be no more bells during the match, as it was limited to one round without a time limit. 

Pedro and Rodrigo circled each other slowly until Pedro threw a left jab and followed it up with his right instep. Rodrigo was caught off guard as Pedro's instep slammed into his naked crotch and smashed his balls. Fortunately for Rodrigo, his big balls had grown considerably tougher over the last two months because of Pedro and his obsessive interest in low blows. As Rodrigo started to fold up, Pedro stepped forward and threw an upper cut aimed at Rodrigo’s chin, but Rodrigo’s straight left reached Pedro’s huge bull balls first. Rodrigo’s knuckles slammed into Pedro's balls, and both men were now in mild agony. 

Muscle bull Pedro recovered first, as usual, and he jumped behind Rodrigo, pushing his shoulder forward and making Rodrigo loose his balance and spread his legs. Pedro took immediate advantage of Rodrigo’s luckless position and hammered a brutal upper cut between the taller man’s legs. Pedro's fist connected with Rodrigo’s big, meaty balls with a loud and resounding SMACK! His knuckles dug into Rodrigo’s soft but resilient flesh, slamming both big balls forward and crushing them against the base of his stiff dick. Rodrigo fell on his face, his hands riveted to his crotch and clutching his sorely wounded balls. Rodrigo knew that he was in big trouble, but this fight wasn’t over yet. 

The crowd was screaming, half for Rodrigo to get up and half for Pedro to finish him off. All of the other fighters had one hand shoved deep into their trunks, clutching their balls in sympathy with Rodrigo and squeezing their balls vigorously while they stroked their hard cocks. 

Pedro decided that he was going finish of Rodrigo as quickly as possible. He really liked and respected Rodrigo, and while he was determined to beat the taller man, he didn’t want to totally destroy the guy’s beautiful manhood unless absolutely necessary. 

Rodrigo was still on his knees, his balls on fire and screaming with pain. Pedro straddled his left leg and took aim with his right fist, preparing to drive another upper cut to Rodrigo’s big hanging fruit. Rodrigo saw Pedro's feet, one on each side of his left leg, and he immediately seized the golden opportunity. Rodrigo suddenly snapped his left heel up. His aim was a little off, but that barely mattered considering the sheer awesome size of his targets. Rodrigo’s heel connected solidly with Pedro's crotch and massive balls, powerfully crushing the two humongous orbs. Pedro grunted in pain and fell backward to land heavily on his muscular butt. Now HIS hands were tightly pressing against his balls and clutching his hurt nuts. 

Rodrigo turned to face Pedro, and they were now both on their knees. Their hands were cupping their brutally racked balls, but their eyes were trained on the other's manhood. Slowly they crawled towards each other until they were almost nose-to-nose, Rodrigo kneeling a couple of inches taller than Pedro. 

Pedro was the first to strike. He drove his powerful fist into Rodrigo’s groin seconds before Rodrigo struck his own balls. The two tough muscle studs begin trading punch for ball busting punch, their knuckles digging deep into the other's already battered manhood. They used their left hands to grab the other by the neck and brace themselves as their nut assault continued. Again and again and again they traded punches, their right fists slamming into inflamed testicular tissue. Instead of just straight punches, Pedro twisted his fist on impact and ground his knuckles into Rodrigo’s balls, maximizing the damage and pain. Rodrigo started grinding Pedro's humongous nuts as well, and even Pedro's incredibly tough nuts were beginning to swell from the constant, merciless hammering they were receiving. 

Both Pedro and Rodrigo were suffering tremendously from the agonizing pain as their balls were repeatedly and mercilessly bashed and smashed, and the amazed crowd couldn’t believe that either one was still standing. 

In the end, Pedro's superior conditioning gave him the edge he needed, as with one last mighty right upper cut to Rodrigo’s swollen and purple balls, Pedro knocked him out cold. Rodrigo collapsed in a heap of ball-busted fighter, and his mangled manhood would take more than two weeks to recover. 

Pedro was declared the victor. As he stood over the still unconscious Rodrigo, Pedro started to pump his thick, bloated, 10 1/2 inch uncut cock. He ran his fist over its entire length with faster and faster strokes, until his battered and bruised balls finally released their huge scrambled load of cum to spatter all over the prostrate Rodrigo. Enormous ropes of thick jizz painted more than a dozen thick streaks of white across Rodrigo’s muscular body, virtually coating the handsome stud in Pedro’s thick, gamey spunk. 

Though Pedro’s humongous bollocks were nearly as battered and mangled as Rodrigo’s, it took the short muscle stud less than one week to fully recover from the championship fight, horny and ready for more brutal ball busting action. When he returned to the gym the next day, he was hailed a hero and presented with a gold plated cup with an engraving that read, “Proud owner of the toughest pair of balls in the world!”