Testicle Olympics

[TheBusted]

***Prologue***
“Wasn’t it all worth it? All the pain? All the suffering? All those weeks of chastity?”

Jim just lay back on the bed panting, entirely spent. His freshly blown load was strewn across Ava’s chest.

“Oh my god … that was amazing.”

It was all he could do to utter the words.

“I knew it was a good idea to restrict your orgasms until you medaled at a tournament! I just can’t believe you did it so quickly. I mean, it didn’t even take you two months!”

Jim just nodded, even though that two months had felt like an eternity to him. But he had just finally had the release he had been craving for so long. And his balls still ached from all the abuse they had sustained over the past three days. He was not exactly in an argumentative mood.

Ava lay down on the bed on her back next to Jim. Her tits rose like mountains into the air above her chest, glistening with his jizz. She paused for a moment as she used her fingers to rub the pool of cum he had left on her tits into her skin.

“You know, since you did so well, I think we have to set the bar higher. After today, you don’t get to cum again until you win a gold medal in the Testicle Olympics.”

“What? Starting tomorrow? That’s so soon.”

“Well, then you better enjoy your release from chastity while it lasts.”

Jim looked down, defeated.

“You get a few more minutes to rest; then we’re going again. Where do you want to cum next?”

***Six Weeks Later***

“You’re on in two minutes. Would you please put this on?”

Jim took the bright red ball gag Sarah handed him and placed it in position in his mouth.

“And here’s the coder.”

She handed him a small cylindrical device that had a button on one end.

“Once you’re in position on stage, you’ll press and hold this button to indicate you are ready. Then, if things get to be too much for you, just let go of the button, and everything will stop. Make sense?”

Jim nodded his head that it did. He positioned the coder in his hand so that his thumb was directly over the button. He had no intention of letting go. Not after being denied for six weeks straight. Not after Ava had teased him nearly every day. He was going to do whatever it took to earn his release.

“I need you to wait with me until it’s your cue, at which point I will escort you to the edge of the curtains.”

He stood up and walked next to her at the edge of the back-stage area. As the seconds ticked down, he watched the tail end of the scene playing out in the lights before him.

The competitor on central stage lay in a crumpled heap on the wooden floor. He wasn’t moving, save to desperately cradle what remained of his manhood in his fingers. The announcers’ voices rang out across the stage.

“Wow, what an incredible display of feminine brutality.”

“I agree, Amanda. Those might have been the most devastating knees I’ve seen in all my years at these games. Her opponent, a man some had been calling the next Mr. Iron Balls, has been left completely incapacitated.”

“Nobody expected him to code that fast. And as a result, there is a big hole at the top of the men’s division rankings. It’s anybody’s game, now.”

“I don’t blame him for coding, though. As we can see on the replay, she did an incredible job of making contact with the boniest tip of her knee. If he let her continue for the full 30 seconds, his nuts were surely toast.”

“And that score of 3.7 seconds is going to catapult her to a 1st place tie in the women’s division. She told us before the competition she had invested so much time practicing her technique over the off-season that she almost felt overprepared, and that hard work clearly paid off tonight.”

“We’re going to take a quick break to swap out our competitors; then we’ll be right back with you for the final match of the first round of the 14th annual testicle Olympics!”

Two women emerged from the other end of the curtain and tried to escort the previous competitor off the stage. However, his body hung completely limp, so they each grabbed under one of his shoulders and dragged him off the stage.

“You’re up, Jim. Good luck.”

He took a deep breath (or as deep as he could through the gag), gathered up his confidence, and walked out onto the stage.

At the same time, his opponent, Stacey Adams, emerged from the other side of the curtain. His heart sunk when he saw them bringing out the ball stocks right behind her.

The ball stocks were notorious. Nightmare material. He was going to be tied up, spread eagle, with his balls presented on a wooden platform for Stacey to do whatever she wanted to. Most women used the ball stocks to stand on testicles.

He watched as the same two women from before carried the contraption out. As Stacey instructed, he sat in the chair, resting his pink nutsack on the wooden platform conveniently located between his legs. After the weeks of denial he had been forced to endure thanks to his girlfriend, Ava, his balls were practically bursting with cum. Stacey didn’t need to use a single finger; they were already aching. He watched in horror as she slid wooden blocks into place on either side of his scrotum, effectively pinning his testicles away from his body. They sat exposed on the wooden platform, served up to her as if on a silver platter. And to make matters worse, she handcuffed his ankles and wrists to the edges of the contraption, effectively preventing him from moving at all.

“If you’re ready, Jim, you can press the button to let them know we’re all set. And remember, all you have to do to make it stop is let go.”

Jim took a deep breath and pressed the button as Stacey instructed. The producer motioned with her hands, signaling that they were returning to live television, and the announcers sprung back to life.

“Welcome back folks, I’m Amanda Fingerbottom, I’m here with Rachel Savage, and we’re almost ready to see the beginning of the final match of the first round of the 14th annual testicle Olympics.”

“You know Amanda, I gotta say, I really like Stacey’s chances in this match. She’s an accomplished ballbuster, she’s made an excellent choice by going with the ball stocks, and she’s up against Jim, who’s competing in his first-ever testicle Olympics.”

“I know this is his first appearance at this competition, but I really hope it’s not his last. That man is a tall glass of water. Am I the only one who wants to lick his abs?”

“And that’s not to mention what he’s packing downstairs, which stands at an impressive 7.5 inches when fully erect. Of course, that’s not going to help him here tonight. I don’t think Stacy’s going to take it easy on him.”

“Alright, everyone, they’ve given the signal that they’re ready to begin. Let’s see just how much damage she can cause in 30 seconds.”

Stacey climbed up on the wooden platform between Jim’s legs, careful to keep her toes away from Jim’s scrotum.

“Remember folks, the clock starts when she first makes contact with the “crotch area”, so I like that she’s being careful with her feet to not accidentally start the clock early.”

Satisfied she was in position, she raised her right foot up in the air, then slammed it down directly on his exposed family jewels. Trapped against the hard wood platform, the impact was horrific. She had intentionally made contact with the pointiest underside of her heel, which made an audible “splat” sound as it crunched both of his testicles.

Jim shrieked loudly despite the gag. His eyes bulged out of his head. His limbs fought helplessly against the restraints, but it was no use. He was instantly reeling. It felt like the giant load he had been building for weeks was slushing around in his sack, sending fresh waves of pain as it went. But he knew he had to take it if he had any hope of getting an orgasm from Ava. He was determined to continue. He kept his thumb pressed firmly on the button on the coding device.

Stacey unleashed another brutal stomp before quickly turning her body and balancing the toes of her right foot directly on top of his ballsack. She lifted her left leg off the platform in one smooth motion, balancing her entire body weight directly on top of his testicles. As she did so, the clock in the center of the stage flashed that he had made it 5 seconds – 25 seconds to go.

The seconds ticked away while Stacy slowly, excruciatingly, sadistically flattened his manhood under her feet. She had trapped the swollen tip of his right ball under the base of her big toe, but most of her weight was balanced on his left nad, which was stuck directly under the ball of her foot. While she weighed just over 100 pounds, it felt more like 100 tons to Jim. The life was slowly being squished out of his manhood. The pain was unbearable. His groin was filled with a deep, searing ache as she worked with all her might to force him to code.

15 seconds on the clock.

Jim was halfway there. Not that Stacey had any intention of allowing him to survive the final 15 seconds with both nuts intact. She stepped down off his scrotum but quickly turned sideways, raised her knee into the air, and slammed her foot down directly onto his still-reinflating testicles. Jim convulsed in his restraints but was able to fight to keep his thumb clenched down on the button, signaling he could continue.

She delivered four more violent stomps, liquifying his nads beneath her feet like they were grapes at a winery. Each blow sent shockwaves of pain rocketing through his body. The first three were accompanied by strained yelps through the ball gag, but by the final two stomps, he was too spent to scream. He simply sulked silently, plunging deeper into the pit of agony Stacey was hellbent on sending him to.

10 seconds left.

Stacey was growing visibly frustrated. She placed her foot over his scrotum and lifted her other leg off the platform, once more using every pound of her body weight to flatten his family jewels. But this time, she twisted her foot back and forth. Jim reacted as if she had dropped his balls into a high-powered blender. He screamed, thrashing violently against his restraints as his entire body convulsed in an evolutionarily mandated attempt to protect himself. Not that it was any use in the restraints. Each thrash of Stacey’s footed created fresh explosions of pain as his private parts were turned to jelly under her toes.

5 seconds left.

Stacey eyed the clock. Jim wasn’t coding, despite her most sadistic testicle torture. It was time for her most brutal, unrestrained technique. He was bound to code after that, she figured, if there was even going to be anything left between his legs.

With three seconds left, she stepped off his nutsack for a moment. She gathered her balance and prepared to launch herself into the air.

“You’ve earned this, motherfucker.”

She jumped, at first lifting several inches into the air, then landing heel-first with a sickening squelch on his badly bruised ballsack just before the clock hit zero.

The force was horrific. The crash flattened both his precious plums like empty soda cans, which was impressive given how overstuffed they were with cum. The impact was so brutal that Stacey lost her balance, too jolted by the severity of the blow to stay upright. She fell backward, toppling in such a manner that his left nut got crushed, as if under a rolling pin, as her weight shifted across it. She toppled off the platform as the squishy orb slipped out from under her foot like a cartoon banana peel.

Jim bellowed out a blood-curdling shriek of agony through the ball gag, unaware of the slapstick comedy playing out on his scrotum. The trauma inflicted upon his most prized possessions was too distracting. It felt like there was nothing left. Nothing except for the all-consuming torment where his balls used to be.

While Jim was loudly lamenting the damage to his family jewels, the announcers were laughing their asses off at Stacey’s tumble. She had flipped cartoonishly head over heels as she fell, landing on her stomach in a heap on the floor.

Impressively, Jim had managed to keep his thumb pressed down on the button even as his testicles were annihilated. The clock officially struck zero with him convulsing in his restraints and Stacey picking herself up off the floor. A camerawoman standing on the edge of the stage walked up to center stage to get a close-up view of the action. After watching Stacey get up off the floor and signal that she was OK, she turned and pointed the camera directly at Jim’s scrotum.

He was too consumed by the pain to see the sorry state of his groin for himself. But that was probably for the best. The extent of Stacy’s destruction was evident from even a passing glance. You didn’t need to zoom in with the $6,000 camera they were using to see what had happened. His left testicle, which was particularly painful from taking the brunt of the crushing, had become visibly swollen even less than a minute of concentrated ballbusting. And the skin of his nutsack had turned to a very bright shade of red, a far cry from its pinkish hue before Stacey began her torment.

“Wow, I’m speechless, Amanda. It’s not often you get to see banana peel balls at this level of competition.”

“I just can’t believe Jim withstood all that punishment without coding. We have a new frontrunner on the male side of the bracket.”

“I’ll say. By surviving, he gets to bank the full 30 seconds, which catapults him to first place after one round. Many men can’t bank 30 seconds over an entire tournament, much less a single round.””

“That man has one special pair of testicles. Look at the replay of those mid-round stomps from Stacey. Her technique is perfect. She catches the direct center of his scrotum with her heel, and he gets absolutely obliterated! You can forget about coding; most men would be castrated right then and there, but yet the doctors are signaling there’s no sign of permanent damage.”

“Jim becomes just the third man ever to survive a full 30 seconds in the ball stocks. Incredible.”

“Now the question is, can he do it again? Now that he’s so high in the rankings, he has to go again early tomorrow morning. His orbs must be so tender after all the abuse they just took, and he has to be back here in what, 16 hours? I just don’t know if that’s going to be enough time for him to recover.”

“That’s a great point, Rachel. And making matters worse for him, he’s up against Amber Ripsenoff. She’s got a streak of 27 10-second or less codes in a row, and you just know she’s going to do whatever it takes to keep that streak alive.”

“I just hope Jim gets through that round with both balls intact. After the 30 seconds he just banked, he’s got breathing room to survive a low score.”


***9:00 AM The Next Day***

Unfortunately for Jim, his match with Amber was the first scheduled match of the day. He sat just off stage in the waiting area, right next to his upcoming opponent.

“I saw what Stacey did to you yesterday; that looked pretty brutal. How are they feeling now?”

He knew she was just fishing for any information that might give her an edge in their upcoming match but decided to answer honestly anyway. Maybe she would take pity on him.

“They’re pretty tender. She really fucked me up.”

“How did you survive without coding?”

“My girlfriend really wants me to win this tournament, so I tried to take it for her.”

“She’s a lucky girl.”

“She’s the best.”

“I heard there’s another reason, though.”

“Oh?”

“I heard she won’t let you cum unless you win. Is that true?”

Jim turned away, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He didn’t respond, but his silence spoke volumes.

“I knew it! And that’s why you won silver at the Ballbusting Games two months ago, too.”

Jim stayed silent, yet confirmed her suspicions with an ever so slight defeated nod of his head.

“Wow. So that means it’s been two whole months since you’ve had an orgasm? No wonder you’ve been able to take so much punishment. You’re desperate! I’m going to have to bring my A-game with you.”

His heart sunk as the reality of his looming destruction set in.

“What are you gonna do to me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

The pair sat in uncomfortable silence, waiting for the crew to finish setting up the stage. Amber waited eagerly, anxious to begin cracking Jim’s eggs. Jim, however, hoped they would take their sweet time so that he might have a few more moments to rest. Between the weeks of denial and the punishment he took yesterday, his balls were quite tender.

Much too soon for Jim’s liking, the producer, Sarah, brought the pair out to center stage. A sizeable wooden contraption was waiting for them. Both women helped strap Jim into the device. Once he was in position, he was kneeling with his legs tied widely apart, and his hands tied high above his head. His bright red swollen ballsack dangled freely between his legs, presenting a tempting target for the steel-toed tip of Amber’s boot. His right hand firmly grasped the coding device. He pressed the button with his thumb, sealing his fate by signaling that he was ready to begin.

Right on cue, the announcers sprang to life at the edge of the stage.

“Good morning folks, and welcome to the second round of the 14th annual testicle Olympics. We’re starting today with a good matchup. We’ve got Amber Ripsenoff, a prolific ballbuster with hopes of winning this whole tournament, up against a relatively new competitor who just last night survived a full 30 seconds in his first round."

“I’m excited to see if Jim can repeat that performance. Even before the match, his scrotum looks like it’s in bad shape, but he showed a lot of fight in not coding yesterday, so we’ll see how much more he can take today.”

“Amber’s choice of device isn’t doing him any favors. The spreader is notorious for causing quick codes.”

“That’s absolutely right, Amanda. By forcing the man into a kneeling position with his legs apart, it places the target at a particularly advantageous kicking position. Any kick that’s even close to its target is going to force the testicles directly into the pubic bone, which I’m told is a particularly nasty sensation.”

“I don’t have any balls, Rachel, so I wouldn’t know personally. Based on how men typically react, though, it does seem a bit unpleasant.”

“That might be a bit of an understatement. And she’s chosen a ferocious bit of footwear too – I can’t wait to watch her steel-toed boots liquefy Jim’s testicles.”

“They took so much abuse yesterday, I’m surprised he was even able to show up for another round.”

“Alright folks, it looks like Amber’s just about to ready to ‘kick’ things off. Let’s watch as Jim looks to follow up on yesterday’s stunning performance.”

Jim whimpered in fear in when Amber drew her leg back for her first kick. She took a slow but intentional practice swing with her foot to double check her aim (being careful, of course, not to make contact and accidentally start the 30 second timer before she was ready). Satisfied she was in the perfect position, she raised her leg high behind behind her and held it there, just for a second, to really solidify Jim’s overwhelming sense of dread.

And then, in an instant, her foot swung forward.

Despite all the setup, Amber’s first kick missed the mark. Her aim was too low, and she primarily contacted Jim’s underside, not his scrotum. He grimaced at the force of her blow, but it was nothing compared to what he was expecting. She still touched his groin area, though, so the clock began ticking down from 30.

Her next kick, though, did not miss. It was a spot-on, full-force, excruciating motherfucker of a blow. Her boots’ steel-toed tip drove directly into his swollen, oversized nutsack, crunching his plums painfully into the boniest tip of his pelvis just like the announcer anticipated. The brutal impact sent lighting bolts of agony shooting throughout his body. He seized and thrashed in his restraints, but it was no use. His aching orbs continued to dangle exposed between his spread legs, jiggling in place.

Amber knew just how badly she hurt him. And she wanted to capitalize on the sudden momentum. Before his balls were done rattling in their sack from that blow, she rewound her leg and unleashed another horrifically devastating kick. Even the announcers winced as the resulting squelch rang throughout the room.

It was as if Jim’s soul had been knocked out of his body. His world was rocked as his abused plums immediately filled with fiery agony, once again crushed by the torturous toe of her right boot. His eyes sprung wide open, every muscle in his body working at max capacity without an ounce of organization. A mewling, high-pitched squeal escaped through the ball gag.

Five seconds down. Twenty-five to go.

Amber was in no mood to stop while Jim rocked in pain. She had a score to think about, after all. She took a second to balance, then fired off another excruciating kick, further scrambling his eggs. This one caught the very edge of his testicles. The slippery tips of the organs squished against her steel toe before squirting away painfully. By the time they had swung back into place, her foot was already back, bashing his battered balls once more.

With her next kick, her foot seemed to get buried in his swollen scrotum. His oversized orbs molded around the toe of her boot as it slammed into his crotch. The impact was so brutal, so horrific, Jim was knocked unconscious.

Not that anyone could tell. His head fell limp, but by some miracle, his thumb maintained just enough pressure on the coding device to keep the button pressed down.

Which meant Amber didn’t stop. She kept kicking, landing blow after blow on his vulnerable testicles. The seconds ticked down, but Jim wasn’t reacting; he simply hung unconscious in his restraints as his delicate reproductive organs were bashed from side to side. It’s a good thing, too. If he had been awake, he surely would have wished he weren’t.

Jim finally came to with two seconds left on the clock. He woke up suddenly with a jolt and was immediately overwhelmed by the unbearable agony emanating from his crotch. Before he had time to regain his senses and recall where he was, Amber landed her final, most devastating kick just as time expired.

He was already debilitated. The last half-minute of ball-kicking had been the exquisitely painful cherry on top of all the abuse and teasing he had endured in the previous two months. So this brutal, full force, savage life-changer of a kick created a level of pain he didn’t think was possible. Both of his swollen, oversized, aching orbs crunched against his bony pelvis, flattening to a fraction of their normal size in the process.

The pain finally forced his thumb off the coding device, but it didn’t matter. The full thirty seconds had already passed.

Once again, a camerawoman approached from off-stage and got a close-up shot of Jim’s obliterated crotch. Rather than let him out of his restraints to nurse what was left of his manhood, tournament policy was to leave men locked up another thirty seconds if they didn’t code to let the camera crews get a good shot. Which meant he sat there convulsing as the announcers got a close look at his bruised ballbsack.

“That has got to be one of the most impressive performances I’ve ever seen. Jim just went a full 30 seconds without coding for the second time in a row this tournament! Are we watching a no-code in progress?”

“He has a long way to go before completing the no-code, but if he can survive that, he might just do it. Those were some of the hardest kicks I’ve ever seen in my life. She got off about 20 full force blows. I mean, just look at his mess of a scrotum. Each nad is swollen to two or three times its normal size. The skin is an intense shade of red. He’s still convulsing even now. Yet, he didn’t code! Remarkable.”

“You bring up an interesting point, Rachel. Amber fucked his balls up pretty good; how much more can he take? Most men couldn’t take much more than that.”

“That’s the million-dollar question, Amanda. And, of course, he doesn’t need many more points to secure a podium finish with two max scores in a row. He might choose to tap out early next round to save himself for the finals.”

“We don’t have to wait long to find out what he’s going to do. Since Jim just secured first place, his third and final qualifying round is scheduled for 6 pm tonight.”

“That won’t give him much time to recover. And to make matters worse, he’ll be going up against the first-place female competitor, whoever that ends up being at the end of this round. This is just one of the reasons why it’s nearly impossible to complete a no-code.”

“Alright folks, we have to take a quick commercial break, but stick around. There’s a lot more testicle torture coming up after this word from our sponsors.”

Two assistants rushed in from the edge of the stage and began undoing Jim’s restraints. His hands hurried to his midsection the instant they were free. He desperately cradled his aching sack, but the damage was already done. Being able to hold his devastated testicles did little to soothe the ache.

He was still too consumed by the sensations Amber had left in him to walk off stage under his own power. The assistants dragged him off, leaving him in a crumpled heap just behind the curtain. It’s not that they were heartless (although they were), rather, they were just in a rush to set up the next round.

Jim curled up in the fetal position on the ground where he had been unceremoniously dumped off by the assistants. He lay there for a few minutes, rocking gently back and forth on the floor, as he struggled to recover. Each ball felt like it weighed fourteen tons, and the strength had long gone from his limbs anyway.

After a few minutes, someone came and rolled him onto his back. It was his girlfriend, Ava. She gave him a long wet kiss on the lips as he wept silently.

“Hello sweetie.”

“Hi Ava.” Jim whispered the words. He was still reeling.

“You look so cute writhing in pain, you know that?”

Jim let out a halfhearted snort of laughter.

Ava reached down and wrapped her fingers loosely around the base on Jim’s 7.5-inch-tall erection. She gave it two slow, gentle strokes.

“How badly do you wanna cum right now?”

“So badly …”

“Remember how last time, I only let you cum for a day after the tournament?”

“Yeah …”

“If you pull off this no-code, I’ll give you a second day. And it can be whatever day you like.”

“I don’t know how much more I can take.” Jim whimpered.

Ava moved her hand from his cock to his ballsack, shooing his hands away in the process. She rolled each one of his tender testicles between her fingers delicately but firmly, inspecting the damage. Jim groaned as she did so. Even her gentle pressure was quite uncomfortable.

“Don’t be a baby. You can take more. There’s not even any sign of rupture yet. Besides, it’s nearly three full months until the next tournament. Think about how badly you’re going to need a release from chastity by then.”

Jim just groaned and curled back up in the fetal position. She was right, of course. He was going to be desperate. Truthfully, he was already desperate.


***6:00 PM***

Jim sat just off-stage fully naked, his ball gag and coding device resting right next to him. The searing agony from Amber’s kicks earlier that morning had begun subsiding to just a dull ache. However, after weeks of forced chastity, his swollen, overflowing balls remained quite tender. The small pool of pre-cum at the tip of his dick served as a constant reminder of just how badly he needed a release. Despite the pain he knew he would have to take, he was determined to earn that release this weekend.

He was startled when a familiar face sat down next to him just two minutes before he was scheduled to go on stage. It was Eva, the twin sister of his girlfriend Ava. They had an unusually close relationship. It was so close that Jim was sure she knew every last detail about his little … arrangement with her sister. But what was she doing here mid-tournament?

“Hi Jim! How’s it going?” She asked cheerfully.

“It’s going OK. I’m nervous for what’s about to happen.”

“Are they quite tender?”

“Oh yes. The left one hurts especially bad. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“If it’s any consolation, it’s looked like you have balls of steel for most of this tournament so far. I watched your tape from the first two rounds. You have quite a pair.”

“Why did you watch that?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear? We’re matched up against each other this round.”

“We are??? Isn’t that a conflict of interest or something?”

“Why would it be? Because you’re dating my sister?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, that won’t stop me from bashing in your balls nice and proper. Hell, it hasn’t even stopped her. She’s the one who signed you up for this tournament, remember?”

Jim’s head dropped. He could tell from her tone there was no talking her out of this.

“Just please be gentle with them. We might want to try for kids some day.”

Eva burst out in a fit of laughter.

“Gentle?! No, I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to be brutal. I’ll pop them with my bare hands, if that’s what it takes. I know what you’ve got riding on this. I know you need to win to cum. But, that’s not my problem. I don’t care whether or not you get to empty your pathetic little eggs. I want to win this tournament. So, I hope you’re ready for a whole new world of pain. Don’t even think about getting away with a no-code on my watch.”

“Please Eva, I’m begging you. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Well, then, all you have to do to save your precious plums is let go of that button and it’ll all stop.”

She gestured towards the coding device in his hand.

“But if you keep that button pressed, I don’t care how they’re feeling. I’m going to take your orbs between my fingers and flatten them as hard as I can. I am going to put you in excruciating, agonizing, hellish pain and force you to code. Even if I have to castrate you to do it.”

Jim just looked down, crestfallen. It was clear where her head was.

He didn’t have much more time to sulk, though. A tournament assistant came out from behind the curtain and hurried them both to center stage. It didn’t take long for the announcers to kick things off.

“Welcome, folks, to the third and final preliminary round of this 14th annual Testicle Olympics. Kicking things off is easily the most anticipated match-ups of the tournament, and possibly of the year so far. We have a competitor hell-bent on completing the first recorded no-code in history going up against his girlfriend’s twin sister.”

“I know what you might be thinking – wouldn’t that be a conflict of interest? Sometimes it would be, but in this case, the tournament director has assured us it’s not. Jim’s girlfriend is actually the one who signed him up for the tournament, and she wouldn’t try to pull any funny business to protect him.”

“That’s right, Rachel. We should be due for a good bit of ball-cracking fun. While Jim’s ongoing no-code is of course the talk of the tournament, Eva Whiplash has her own reputation to think about. She’s known as one of the most brutal, unrestrained nut crunchers out there, and she’s dialed up her most reliable technique – the squeeze. It’s interesting, though, that she’s asked that Jim not be restrained in any way.”

“That is unusual for most women, Amanda, but it’s actually not that unusual for her. She told us earlier today that she thinks the restraints actually make it easier for some men to avoid coding. A man’s natural instinct when his testicles are getting pulverized is to use his hands to protect himself. Eva thinks that sometimes that evolutionary compulsion makes it easier for them to take their thumb off the coding device.”

“And I have to say, that theory has been working out for her. She’s worked her way to the top of the women’s bracket, although another no-code from Jim would obviously set her way, way back.”

“Conventional wisdom is that going with no restraints makes it easier for the man to squirm out of the way and protect himself. He’s not allowed to take an overt action to avoid her, but the rules do allow for the involuntary reactions that inevitably follow when a man gets kicked in the nuts. Of course, him protecting himself is less of a consideration with the squeeze technique Eva’s going to be using because she gets to start with her hands on his scrotum. She can make it impossible for him to protect himself by just not letting go.”

“Well said, Rachel. Both competitors are in position and given the signal that they’re ready to begin, so without any further ado, let’s begin the final preliminary round.”

Just as the announcer’s voice trailed off, Eva’s hands clamped down. To Jim, it felt like his balls had been dropped into an industrial blender running at full power as her fingers explored the tender depths of his nut meat.

She found one area that was particularly sore and plunged her thumb excruciatingly deep. After spending a few seconds fishing around in the delicate innards of his manhood, she pulled her thumb back for a split second and pressed again, this time wreaking havoc in a new part of his oversized orbs. She used her thumb like a jackhammer, drilling away at his testicle’s insides.

Jim wanted so badly to code right then and there. The pain was horrific. It felt like her probing fingers were sending lightning bolts of agony from between his legs to the center of his very soul. But he knew he had no choice. Not if he wanted to survive until the next tournament. He knew he would need a release in that three-month break or his balls might actually explode.

So, he kept his thumb pressed firmly on the button as Eva tried to split his spuds in two with her thumbs. He screamed bloody murder into his ball gag and he thrashed about wildly, but he kept the button pressed.

The seconds ticked away, and Eva grew increasingly frustrated. She pressed down harder still, nearly cracking his nads in half in the process. The pressure was horrific. Undisturbed, his testicles would have been two to three times their normal size. But in her grip, they were reduced to barely half of their original height. The countless nerve endings that reside inside those swollen organs were compressed against one another, sending fiery pain signals shooting throughout his body. He lost control of his limbs; they flung about wildly with precisely zero coordination.

Eventually, the timer hit zero just as Eva was finishing a particularly brutal squeeze. Her frustration was quite visible when the timer went off and she realized Jim had completely beaten her. Not that he was in any position to savor his victory. He lay comatose, his body completely rocked by her vicious assault. His testicles were reinflating beyond even where they were just a few seconds ago. Thanks to Eva’s squeeze, they had swollen even further.

Eva stormed off stage as two production assistants came in to where Jim was unceremoniously slumped on the floor in a limp heap. The announcers were quick to begin singing his praises.

“Folks, if you’re just joining us, we just witnessed what has got to be one of the greatest performances in the history of the Testicle Olympics.”

“Absolutely, Amanda. Not only did Jim just complete his third consecutive no-code, he did so against Eva Whiplash, a top five ballbuster in the world. And the squeeze might just be her strongest technique.”

“He is looking a little worse for wear after that quick date with her fingers, though. His nuts look like they’re three times their original size.”

“Which makes it more impressive that he was able to survive without coding, or a rupture. He must be in unbearable pain. Very few men are able to take that much abuse without coding.”
The camera zoomed in close, providing the viewers at home a close-up look at the brutalized state of his scrotum.

“That might be the most impressive pair of testicles I’ve ever seen in person. If he can finish out this tournament with a gold, he will go down in the history books.”

“Eva, for her part, looks supremely pissed. This is the first no code she’s ever given up, and this is going to knock her way down in the standings. She was having a good tournament up to this point, but this will almost certainly be enough to knock her out of the finals tomorrow.”

“Not only that, Rachel, but Jim is dating her twin sister. I’m sure there was more than a little trash talking going on between those two before this round. But only one side’s talking now.”

“That’s probably all Ava. It doesn’t look like Jim’s in any state to be talking after what he just went through.”

***11 AM The Next Day***
“Welcome, folks, to the final round of the 14th annual Testicle Olympics. We have mostly familiar faces competing tonight, but there is one notable new contestant: Jim. He’s only been on the circuit for a few months, and he’s quickly making a name for himself.

“He won silver at the Ballbusting Games and has now guaranteed another medal. He has an excellent chance of making it a gold if he can keep up his ridiculous performance from the first three rounds of the tournament.

“’Ridiculous’ might be an understatement, Amber. He hasn’t coded yet this tournament. No one’s ever gone an entire Testicle Olympics without coding. A no-code famously almost happened twice on the same weekend four years ago at the Crunchathon, so Jim has a chance to go down in the history books if he can pull one off tonight.”

“And there’s some juicy word on the street about what’s inspired him, isn’t there?”

“There absolutely is, Amanda. Rumor has it is that his girlfriend has forced him into chastity and his only chance to cum is winning gold here today.”

“That’s some incentive! Why don’t you tell us what he has to do to take home the gold, Rachel?

“If you’re a long-time fan of the Testicle Olympics, you know the procedure. But for our new viewers, the top three scoring male competitors have been randomly matched with the three lowest scoring female competitors. As you can see, the men have been tied up in the ball stocks, and each woman has a rubber mallet. They will take turns giving one blow at a time. All Jim has to do to take home the gold: be the last man standing. Of course, the opposite is true for the women, where the first to force a tap out wins.”

“That’s a great summary, Rachel. Are there any new twists this year?”

“For the first time, the men aren’t just going to be gagged and blindfolded. This year, their ears will also be covered with a large pair of noise cancelling headphones. That way, they truly won’t be able to tell how their competitors are doing.”

“They also really won’t be able to tell at all when the blows are coming, will they?”

“No, they won’t. This is getting more and more common across the circuit as tournament officials realize how much it maximizes the punishment delivered. Without the headphones, a man might give up early if he thinks his competitors sound like they’re in better shape than he is. Which makes sense – why take the extra punishment if you think you’re going to lose anyway? But, without that knowledge, they’re incentivized to take as much as they can because they never know how close they are to winning. It creates more of what we’re all here to see: ball-busting, nut-crunching, testicle destruction.”

“It looks like we’re about ready to see that in action. All three competitors have pressed their respective buttons, so we’re ready to officially kick off the finals!”

Jim just sat there, off in his own little world. Between the blindfold, headphones, restraints, and ball gag, he was completely unaware of what was going on around him. He didn’t know when the first male competitor had their world completely rocked by the vicious woman in front of him and immediately coded. All he knew was that his own balls lay exposed on a wooden board, and there was another sadistic woman with a large mallet standing in front of them. His body was naturally tense as he knew the blow could come at any moment. He tried to resolve himself to take the punishment without coding, knowing his ability to orgasm hung in the balance. After being denied nearly two months, he was already desperate. The prospect of waiting any longer sounded worse than taking a few blows to the nutsack.

He didn’t know when the second male competitor was hit either. He couldn’t hear him bellowing in to his ball gag and he couldn’t see him yanking desperately against his restraints.

When the first blow did finally come, it was so much worse than he was expecting. His competitor Crystal whacked his balls like she was trying to murder a small rodent. His oversized left testicle naturally took the brunt of things, crunching painfully from the force of her swing. His plums had become so swollen that there was extraordinarily little free space left in his scrotum for them to shift around. So, when the mallet smacked into them, they had nowhere to run and hide. They had no choice but to absorb the direct force of her blow.

Jim shrieked in agony, making an impressive amount of noise despite the gag in his mouth. He thrashed against his restraints, writhing in place from the explosion of pain. The pit in his stomach only growing worse as his innards did somersaults. If he had eaten recently, he surely would’ve vomited. But by some miracle, he managed to keep his thumb pressed down on the button, signaling his ability to continue.

The first female competitor, Vikki, didn’t waste any time going back to work, knowing her opponent was still reeling from her first blow. She raised the mallet high above her head and brought it down as hard as she possibly could on his already supremely swollen scrotum. The squelching sound was quite audible as his squishy gonads crunched against the hardwood surface. Predictably, he seized in agony, the distortions in his face noticeable despite the blindfold. But he didn’t code either. He kept the button squeezed down tightly despite the hellish sensations in his sack.

Jim didn’t know it, but it was his turn again. He was still twitching from the last blow when Crystal’s hammer slammed into his crotch again, completely shattering his world. Both nuts erupted in searing pain as they brutally ground into the wood. He quickly lost all semblance of restraint and screamed at the top his lungs. He felt his nuts crack in his sack and he seriously contemplated coding to get a reprieve from the torture.

But he knew how badly he needed to win. There was no way he could take any more time in chastity, especially after what he’d endured today.

Thankfully, between the ballgag and bulky noise cancelling headphones, Jim’s competitor hadn’t heard how badly he was suffering. The competitor was suffering pretty badly himself. Vikki had done a good job targeting his left testicle each blow, and the results were quite visible. That nad had swollen to at least twice the size of its partner, and it hurt like a motherfucker. Even just sitting there on the platform undisturbed, it sent shockwaves of pain ricocheting through his body. And he was already on the verge of quitting.

Suddenly, just as Vicki was swinging the mallet for a brutal third blow, Jim’s competitor took his thumb off the button, signalling he could no longer continue. Unfortunately, what he couldn’t see was that Vicki had already passed the point of no return on her swing. Barely a moment after his light shut off, her mallet careened into his oversized left testicle with a horrifying squelch.

The impact was catastrophic. The swing itself was quite brutal. Vicki had swung her hips masterfully, managing to impart an impressive amount of force in a relatively quick windup. And she had done a good job aiming: the center of the mallet was directly positioned over his left testicle when the contact occurred. But the cherry on top was that the blow came at the precise instant when the pain from her previous blows was reaching its’ crescendo. His nutsack was already on fire before her mallet found its target a third time. The sensations were so excruciating that he had just thrown in the towel.

As shown in slow motion on the TV replay, the bald face of the mallet made contact with his testicles while completely horizontal. As a result, the slippery organs did not shoot out on any particular direction, escaping some of the force in the process. No, this time, they took the full, direct force of Vicki’s blow. They flattened in place, exploding in shockwaves of pain in the process.

The competitor writhed violently against his restraints. His world shattered. His body was consumed by the overwhelming, incapacitating pain left in his ballsack. The ball gag shoved in his mouth did little to quiet the blood-curdling scream involuntarily forced from his lungs as his most precious organs erupted in pain. Even Vicki felt a small twinge of guilt as his pained convulsions continued an unusually long time.

Once his animalistic screams subsided to a quieter, more dull sobbing, the announcers picked up.

“You saw it here first folks, you just witnessed the first complete no code in the 14-year history of the Testicle Olympics. Jim might have the single most impressive pair of balls we’ve ever seen.”

“That’s exactly right, Amanda. They’re quite swollen and bruised now, but they’ve taken an incredible amount of punishment the last few days. Jim has nuts of steel, and I can’t wait to see how much more he can take at the next competition.”

“Let’s get a close-up look at the damage.”

The girls paused as the camera zoomed in on his battered, oversized scrotum. It was a very deep shade of purple, and his left testicle had swollen so much in such a mis-shaped way that it appeared he had three testicles. All three apparent testicles appeared to jiggle in place as his whole body shivered from the after-effects of the most recent round of torture.

“Wow. It’s a small miracle neither of those orbs ruptured after all that. Not to mention that, if the rumors about his girlfriend are true, those things are just bursting to the brim with cum. He hasn’t had an orgasm in nearly two months!”

“While it’s all smiles in Jim’s camp, it’s heart-break, unfortunately, for our other competitors, but that’s the way it goes at these things. There can only be one gold-medal winner, after all. They can be proud of the abuse they took to get to this point. With a bit more training, they have a real chance to improve upon their showing at future tournaments.”

“That will get lost in the shuffle, no question. We have some rising stars on the ballbusting scene that will get overlooked because of Jim’s ridiculous showing this week. No one has ever completed a no code before, and all eyes will surely be on Jim at the next tournament.”

“Well folks, we’ve got to get to a break. But stick around for more highlights and analysis of everything that happened this weekend, including replays of Jim’s historic performance.”

A red light on the camera flicked off, signalling they were no longer on live air. In one rehearsed motion, several aides rushed in from just off-stage to untie the male competitors. They undid the restraints and dragged each contestant off stage. They took Jim off stage right and the other competitors off stage left. Once behind the curtain, they dropped Jim’s limp body unceremoniously on the floor, where he was all too happy curling up and rocking back and forth in pain.

Ava rushed over to congratulate him.

“Oh my god, you did it! You really won! No-code and all! I wasn’t sure you had the balls, to be honest. How are they feeling?”

He simply let out a pathetic whimper in response. He kept laying on the floor in the fetal position, desperately cradling his aching sack.

“That bad, huh? My sister did swear she nearly broke them in the third round. Well, I hope they’re not too fucked up. We get to spend all day draining them. You’ve earned it.”

Jim was suffering far too much to get up and begin enjoying the fruits of his labor.

“Come on Jim, it’s nearly three months until the next tournament. And your no-code only earned you one day of release. Don’t you want to take advantage while you can?”

Jim nodded that he did. Ava crawled along the floor and sat between his legs. She gently pried his hands from his crotch, exposing the devastated state of his scrotum. Somehow, though, despite all the pain he was in, his cock remained fully erect, standing 7.5 inches in the air. Ava bent down and gave his shaft a long, slow lick. She paused for a moment with her lips barely an inch from the pre-cum covered tip to look her suffering boyfriend in the eyes.

“At least tell me this – where would you like to cum first?”

[johnsmith1980]

Another great story!