The Ginger Kid

"Fucking kids!" Brad cursed as noise from the alley behind his home interrupted his nap. He went to the window, wearing only his boxers, to see what the ruckus was all about.

A group of about five young males, who looked like they should be graduating from high school but decided to waste their afternoon hanging out in an alley, were talking and laughing loudly. He looked closely. The rowdiest one was a big, brawny male, built like a linebacker, who gestured a lot and kept grabbing his crotch as he talked. His bulging genitals flopped about obscenely through the thin fabric. Brad seemed to recall that he lived a few blocs away, was about 19, and dropped out of college to live off his parents' wealth. He was a rude, obnoxious, spoilt brat. and Brad never liked him very much. He debated if he should chase them off or call the cops, and wondered if they would get back at him by vandalizing his home, or worse, if he did.

As he mulled over the decision, a smallish boy of about 14 began walking down the alley. He was about 5' tall, 90 lbs, and had a shock of red hair. As he got closer to the group of teens, they quieted down and focused their attention on him. The burly teen, who at about 6'5" and at least 280 lbs, was four times bigger than the redhead, stood with his arms folded across his broad chest blocking the kid's way.

The bigger boy began making comments and jokes about gingers, and his group laughed derisively at the little redhead. The boy looked down, and remained quiet as the beefy bully continued insulting him. Deciding to torment the tiny redhead more, the bully grabbed him in a headlock and began dragging him around the alley as his posse cheered him on.

Brad's anger began to boil. No one should have to be bullied like that. He decided to confront them but suddenly, the ginger began to fight back. He began driving uppercuts between the hefty bully's thick legs. Stunned by the barrage of punches that blasted his bulging balls, the bully stopped dead in his tracks. The ginger kid struggled, and managed to free himself from his weakened bully's grip. The bigger kid doubled over in agony, clutching his aching balls and groaning deeply. Instead of running away, the ginger kid stood his ground, put up his fists and prepared to fight.

Brad and the gang of teen boys were utterly stunned. The pint-sized redhead had turned the tables on his much larger bully. His dangling testicles and pride wounded, the burly teen decided he would try to beat up the angry redhead to redeem himself.

"You're dead!" he yelled as he rushed at the boy, his ham-like fists flailing wildly.

The ginger kid methodically avoided every clumsy punch from his wannabe bully. The hulking teen's clumsy punches only connected with empty air. As he fatigued, the ginger kid launched a savage but methodical counterattack. First came a wave of punches that slammed into the bigger teen's midsection, vulnerable sides, and rib cage. The hefty teen was weakened further by the pain, and could barely muster enough stamina to fight back and began folding up to protect his trunk. Now that his overgrown bully had been brought down to his height, the ginger boy fired off a round of punches to his unprotected face. Tiny but powerful fists slammed into his pudgy face, turning it into a red swollen, tear-stained mess. Completely stunned, the bully brought his arms up to protect his face. He stood no chance against his supposed victim. The ginger sent a kick that slammed into his vulnerable aching balls, the fabric of his shorts bunched up around the sailing foot, confirming that it hit its intended target and drawing a loud screech from the bully. As the barrel-chested teen doubled over in agony, the ginger kid smacked him in the face with a vicious uppercut. The hulking bully raised his arms to protect his face, leaving his groin unguarded yet again.

The redheaded spitfire then grabbed the oversized teen's brawny arms and drove his knee into his cum-filled balls repeatedly. Brad counted at least 5 strikes to the bully's bobbing balls. The husky teen let out a pitiful moan as he sank to his knees, dazed and in utter agony. His so-called friends ran away, terrified by how the little ginger kid had so badly beaten their "leader".

The ginger kid grabbed a handful of his whimpering bully's hair, glared into his fearful eyes, and ordered him to take off his clothes. The burly teen hesitated, earning a few slaps to his pudgy reddened cheeks. He stood up and immediately obeyed. It was a sight to behold. The ginger kid stood there, his hands on his hips, glaring at his bully who was in complete terror and peeled off every piece of clothing except his boxers.

His pale muscular but slightly flabby body on full display, the hulking bully sobbed as he hung his head in shame. "I said take off everything!" the ginger kid commanded. The bully slowly dropped his underwear, exposing his thick bush of pubes, and dangling balls which had swollen to the size and color of ripe apples.

The ginger kid then made the bulky teen stand facing a wall. The bully sobbed uncontrollably, begging for mercy from the tiny kid he wanted to torment minutes earlier.

Without warning, the cruel ginger reached between the hulking bully's thick pasty buttcheeks and grabbed his bloated balls, drawing a scream of shock and pain from the teen. He yanked the bully's pendulous balls backwards between his ass-cheeks with both hands, crushing the tenderized organs without an ounce of pity. The bully wailed hysterically as the pint-sized ginger mashed his manhood like lumps of clay in his hands.

Brad realized that his cock was hard as a rock. He was extremely aroused by the spectacle of the much smaller boy beating and humiliating his much larger bully. As the sadistic ginger kid crushed his bully's gonads to a pulp, Brad stroked his cock furiously. The pathetic squeals and whining noises the brawny teen emitted in response to his big boy balls being busted soon made Brad unload his jizz. Glob after glob of spunk sprayed from his throbbing cock. Brad's legs turned to jelly from the ecstasy and he dropped to one knee, panting and enjoying the afterglow of his unbelievable orgasm.

The ginger kid released his bully's bruised and battered balls, and the burly teen immediately dropped to the ground like a sack of wet cement. He curled up into the fetal position, sobbing hysterically and nursing his shattered manhood. The ginger kid picked up the bully's clothes, and took them home with him, leaving the big brawny bully naked and utterly humiliated in the alley.

Sumo Busting

I am so sorry that it's been so long since my last post. Work has been crazy busy. I've had a curiosity about sumo ballbusting for some time now, and so here's a short busting story.

The sumo wrestling floor was filled with a bunch of 12 year old boys training and dreaming of a future in professional sumo. The sound of loud grunts and fleshy bodies colliding into one another permeated the atmosphere.

At 17, Ryo was considered one of the starts of his wrestling school. He was massive for a Japanese teen - boasting a bulky 6'5", 360 pound frame. This behemoth was known for easily dispatching rivals in his age group - throwing them to the ground outside the ring before they could even mount an offensive against the juggernaut charging at them. Being the best teenage sumo wrestler in town got to his head, and Ryo was basically an arrogant jerk to everyone he met.

That particular day, Ryo was feeling bored and decided to wander into the area where the 12 year old boys were training. Selecting his victim, a boy a quarter of his size, he strolled up behind the unsuspecting boy and bumped him hard with his large belly. Although Ryo barely exerted any strength, the force of his monstrous mass bumping into the boy was enough to send him tumbling across the mat. Everyone except the unfortunate boy laughed loudly and derisively,

Jumping to his feet, the boy angrily faced the overgrown bully and yelled, "What the fuck is your problem?!"

Ryo just smirked and went up to him, and again used his girthy abdomen to knock him down yet again.

"I'm gonna fucking kick your ass!" the boy barked furiously as he got up.

Ryo laughed at the angry boy and told him "I tell you what, kid, I'm gonna stand right on the edge of the ring here. If you can get me out of the ring, I'll let you kick my ass!" He then started to jiggle his ample butt around to mock his victim.

The boy entered the ring, his eyes burning with revenge and determination. He charged at the oversized bull who just smiled and laughed at the boy's vain attempt to muscle him out of the ring. The other boys laughed at the sight of the boy's small frame pushing and shoving against Ryo's bulky mass. He charged again and again but to no avail. He simply was no match for the much bigger and stronger teenager.

Ryo laughed at the boy's red and sweaty face.

"One more time, kiddo. Come on, come at me again. Maybe you'll be lucky the 20th time," Ryo mocked.

A thought flashed through the boy's head as he eyed two large mounds bulging between Ryo's humongous thighs. He could almost make out the outline of Ryo's meaty balls nicely wrapped in the thin fabric of his wrestling loincloth.

He charged at Ryo again, who had his legs spread wide apart for balance. He stopped about 2 feet in front of Ryo. "Chickened out?" Ryo taunted him. 

Quickly, the boy swung his foot between the bully's hefty legs, aiming for the pair of fragile testicles nestled between them. His foot crashed into Ryo's bulging balls with a loud thwack, and Ryo's smirk immediately transformed into an expression of utter disbelief and shock. Without allowing the bull-like teen to react, he delivered another devastating kick to Ryo's aching balls with a meaty, sickening thud.

Ryo squealed like a little girl as the nauseating pain exploded from his traumatized testicles. He doubled over in agony, his hands hugging his lower abdomen. Being an arrogant jackass, he tried his best not to clutch his balls in front of the stunned audience, mistakenly trying to fool them into thinking that he didn't just have his big boy balls kicked. The now-smiling boy got behind the doubled-over, screaming hulk who still stood on the edge of the ring, beside himself in pain, and pulled down his loincloth.

Ryo yelped in stunned shame as his genitals flopped out in full view of the gathered boys. Derisive laughs and jeers rang out as the other boys pointed out his tiny nubbin of a dick which was barely visible in his bush of pubes, and which looked totally ridiculous in comparison to his low-hanging, golfball-sized testicles. Ryo instinctively bent over to try to pull his loincloth up, but his would-be victim seized hold of his dangling balls between his chubby butt cheeks.

Mewling noises emanated from the massive teen's lips as his victim now crushed and kneaded the fleshy orbs in his hands, sending jolts of pain from his manhood into his brain. He continued to crush the squishy organs in his grip, feeling a rush of power from being able to dominate a much bigger, and stronger male by simply squeezing his delicate, overgrown gonads. After he had enough of tormenting Ryo, who was now hysterically sobbing in agony, the boy began tugging on Ryo's badly aching balls backwards, forcing him to stumble backwards and outside the ring.

"You said I got to kick your ass if I managed to get you out of the ring, didn't you, asshole? he asked the sobbing teen who only nodded miserably, pulses of agonizing pain shooting from his bruised and battered balls in the boy's unforgiving grip.

The boy let go of the rapidly swelling testicles, grabbed hold of the doubled-over teen's large butt, and drove his knee up between the ample butt-cheeks. Ryo screamed in utter anguish as his shattered meatballs absorbed the full force of the knee, and immediately collapsed to the ground in a fetal position, hugging himself and crying uncontrollably.

"No more... please... no more," Ryo whined.

"Oops, I missed. I meant to kick your fat ass. How could I have missed such a big target?" the boy mocked as the stunned crowd looked on in both admiration for the boy, and scorn for the humiliated Ryo.

He then stomped on the fallen wrestler's massive buttocks, and raised his hands in victory before exiting the ring.

Bubba joins a Frat

Bubba, the new pledge at the frat, strode confidently into the college frat house. The former high school football player with his 6'8", 260 pound muscular frame expected to be the superstar of the fraternity. He expected that the entire fraternity would be proud to have such a stud like himself as a member. As he entered the door, the entitled, cocky jock dropped his bags near the front door, raised his arms in the air as though he was some rap star.

"Wassup, bros?" he hollered out.

The other frat members raised their eyebrows and smiled as they observed the arrogant, preening idiot strut about, high-fiving everyone in the room. He was soon interrupted by Jesse, who was a senior of the fraternity.

"Who do we have here?" the shirtless Jesse asked.

"Oh, damn, dude! You're fucking skinny!" Bubba stupidly exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah?" Jesse asked, amused by the blustery meathead.

Bubba immediately pulled off his tee, started flexing his brawny biceps and thick pecs, and then proceeded to poke at Jesse's skinny body.

"Fuck, dude! I can count your fucking ribs!" Bubba laughed.

"That skinny little fucker can kick your ass, big boy," chimed another senior frat member with amusement.

"What?! Kick my ass?! Him??" Bubba laughed cockily.

"Quite easily," Jesse smiled.

"Come on, then, kick it! Come kick my ass!" Bubba mocked, as he turned around, bent at the waist and began wiggling his beefy butt from side to side.

Jesse smirked as the big oaf clowned about with his large rump swinging from side to side. His eyes were immediately drawn to the lump between Bubba's muscular legs. Even with jeans on, Jesse could make out two distinct orbs.

"Big boy has a nice big pair of balls! Well, the bigger they are... the more they hurt!" Jesse thought to himself.

"I'm waiting for you to kick my ass, tough guy!" Bubba taunted as he arched his back more, only to make his ample testicles more visible and of course, vulnerable.

Jesse took aim at the distinct bulge formed by the cum-laden, fragile meatballs and launched a snap kick at his bobbing target. His foot sailed forward and crashed into the unprotected lumps with sickening accuracy. All the guys grimaced as a meaty, audible thwack rang out.

Bubba's smile instantly evaporated, his jaw fell open in shock as he felt the impact of the kick connect with his genitals. A split second later, the pain hit him. A sickening wave of pain and nausea erupted from his traumatized testicles, causing the big man to double over and his knees to buckle. The agony was so intense poor Bubba went cross-eyed and could only make high-pitched mewling noises. He tried to remain on his feet but the pain seemed to paralyze every muscle in his body - all the burly man could do was follow his body's reflexive response to the agony exploding from his balls, and sink to the ground.

Bubba was flat on the ground, his face firmly planted against the cold concrete, his hands cradling his shattered manhood, and his ample buttocks poking in the air. He wanted to scream in anguish but could only manage a soft, low-pitched groan.

"Looks like you really kicked his ass, Jess!" a frat brother cheered.

"I want to personally haze my good friend Bubba for the rest of the year, guys! He's mine!" Jesse answered, as he left the Bubba on the ground, his pride and manhood painfully bruised and battered.

College Wrestler's Pain

Brian, the cocky college jock, decided to try out wrestling expecting that he would easily defeat his smaller opponent. Little did he expect that the little guy would not hesitate to fight dirty. During a throw, he made sure to ram his knee into Brian's large, inviting bulge. Hard. Brian felt his once-proud, plump, laden testicles flatten when his wily opponent's knee smashed them into his pelvis. The cocky jock immediately collapsed in a screaming, miserable heap, clutching at his aching balls.

For more than half an hour, the paralyzing pain exploding from his groin made it impossible for the big meathead to even move. Every movement made his agony worse.

Brian tried to stand up but the nauseating pain in his big boy balls was too much to bear, and he dropped back to the ground, flat on his ass, writhing in utter anguish. He did all he could to stop himself from throwing up.

Even after the event was over and almost everyone had gone home, Brian couldn't even get off the ground. All the cocky jock could do was sob and nurse his shattered testicles in humiliation.

Derek Da Silva Ballbusted

The game is over for Derek once his opponent traps him in a leg-lock and spreads his legs painfully to the point of almost dislocating his hips.

Derek struggles in vain but cannot escape the hold or the pain.

To add to his pain, his opponent coolly starts smacking poor Derek's vulnerable testicles.

Derek whimpers and cries out in pain, but this only makes his tormentor more excited to abuse his bulging balls. He unleashes a barrage of slaps which, although ordinarily wouldn't hurt flesh, result in sickening pain when applied to Derek's sensitive, aching balls.

Ramping up Derek's pain, his sadistic opponent grabs the suffering man's gonads and crushes them, feeding off Derek's cries of agony. He looks into the mask of pain that Derek's face has contorted into as he feels the useless lumps of testicular flesh flatten in his iron grip.

In too much pain, and turned on by the abuse, Derek can no longer resist his tormentor's abuse, even as he strips off his trunks to further humiliate the traumatized hunk. Admiring how swollen and tender Derek's balls had become, he smiles as he gives them another squeeze.

Derek looks into the cruel eyes of the victor, seemingly to plead for mercy. Instead, he continues to crush the poor man's tenderized testicles while smiling sadistically.

Derek howls pitifully as the slaps and smacks continue to rain down on his abused sack, inhumane pain racking his entire muscled body.

Poor Derek tries to crawl away from his abuser but his weak attempt comes to a rude stop when his opponent grabs a firm hold of his dangling testicles...

... and continues hitting the crying man's trapped balls, as Derek's legs spasmodically flail about.

Using his balls as a leash, the victor spanks Derek's muscular ass, further humiliating the sobbing hunk.

The sadistic punishment continues for Derek. His aching, traumatized balls are slapped and squeezed for what seems an eternity. He cries and whimpers but takes the abuse to his balls like a man, refusing to submit till the agony breaks him finally.

The testicular pain is agonizing but obviously turns the defeated Derek on. He passionately kisses his tormentor who crushes his broken balls to a pulp as Derek gives up his male milk one last time.


And that's why I love Derek Da Silva :-)

The Park Brawl

by Darrel L.

Jacob was on his usual evening run after getting off work. He was 29, in great shape and in the prime of life. He lived in a fairly quiet neighborhood inhabited by young families and at around dinner, the park didn't have many people around. As he jogged past a clearing in the woods, he heard some voices arguing and so he stopped for a bit to see what was going on.

Spying from behind some bushes, he saw two kids - one looked like he was bullying the other. The bigger boy was about 16 but was built like a linebacker, about 6'5" tall and 300 pounds, muscular but pudgy. The smaller, thinner boy looked to be about 13, 5'2" and 100 pounds. The bigger boy had grabbed the smaller kid by his backpack and was laughing as he swung him about wildly. The smaller boy was yelling loudly in protest but couldn't do much to stop his oversized bully. The bully finally let the bag go and the boy went tumbling on the grass like a little ragdoll, then lumbered over and stood over his victim, massive legs spread and hands on his waist as he continued to taunt and laugh at him.

Jacob was getting pissed and was about to put the bully in his place when he heard the little kid yell angrily, "Don't you fucking talk about my brother again!!" as he kicked directly upwards between the two bulky legs, nailing his bully right in his vulnerable gonads. Jacob was stunned by the turn of events. The hefty teenage boy appeared just as surprised and let out a low-pitched moan as he hugged himself, doubled-over from the aching pain in his big boy balls. The smaller boy quickly scrambled to his feet but instead of running away, threw his bag aside, and faced his bully with his little fists balled up, ready for a fight.

"You're dead!" the bully croaked, suppressing the blazing pain in his groin as he whipped off his shirt. Clad in basketball shorts, the overgrown bully raised his large ham-like fists as well, his eyes glowering with anger from being so unceremoniously kicked in the balls.

"Bring it on, fat boy!" the smaller boy answered fearlessly.

Jacob wanted to stop the fight, fearing that the smaller kid would be pulverized, but a part of him was mesmerized by the action, rooting for the fearless little wolverine facing the big male bull.

The bully lumbered forward, his fat gut jiggling about and his bulging genitals flopping from side to side as he wildly swung his big fists. If one punch connected with the kid, it would have been the end of him but he managed to dodge every blow. The husky teen continued to throw clumsy punches that only hit at air and he began to tire, his punches growing slower and more awkward. His smaller opponent, probably sensing his massive attacker was winded and vulnerable, launched a fast, furious counter-attack. His punches were not as powerful as the bigger boy's but were deadly accurate, striking the bully's doughy face rapidly and sending him into a retreat. As the bully raised his brawny arms to protect his head, the smaller kid expertly switched targets, his tiny fists lacing into his bully's flabby gut. When the bully lowered his arms, a barrage of rapid, angry punches would instead fly at his face.

Dazed and desperate, the bigger boy spread his beefy arms to try to grab his nimble attacker. Instead of dodging, the smaller kid grabbed his bully's muscular arms for support as he swung his knee between the teenager's thick legs. His knee crashed into the hapless husky oaf's big, bobbing balls, once, twice and a third time as the bigger boy wailed in pitiful agony and doubled over again, clutching his aching, injured testicles. After bringing his overgrown bully to a manageable height, the smaller boy landed a powerful punch to his bully's nose, drawing blood and a loud cry of pain. The bigger boy instinctively brought his hands to his wounded face and straightened up, his legs spread for balance and leaving his battered nards open for attack. The smaller kid swung a deadly kick that smashed into the bully's traumatized genitals with a loud, sickening thwack. A weak, anguished squeal escaped the bigger boy's lips as he dropped to his knees, semi-conscious from the brutal attack on his head and tender testicles. One hand was feebly trying to defend his face and the other barely protected his aching testicles. The smaller boy continued his relentless assault, grabbing a handful of his would-be tormentor's hair with one hand as the other launched a few more punches into his bloodied, doughy face.

He then kicked away the bully's hand, drew back his foot and swung it between the V formed by the kneeling bully's thighs, smashing it into the bigger boy's sensitive, traumatized manhood yet again. His bully's jaw fell open in a silent scream of anguish as nauseating pain exploded from his fragile testicles. He let go off the bigger boy's hair and the hefty teenage crumpled on the grass, barely conscious from the inhumane pain searing his brain. Part of Jacob wanted to stop the furious assault on the fallen teen but the sight of a smaller boy completely destroying a much bigger kid turned him on and he had a raging erection that obscenely tented his thin running shorts. He was completely riveted as he watched the smaller kid pull off the bigger boy's shorts and boxers. Completely naked with all the fight beaten out of him, the bully didn't resist and could only whimper in fear. The smaller boy then took the bully's T-shirt and ripped it into strips to tie his arms behind his back and his ankles together.

He flipped the sobbing bully on his back and Jacob started to precum copiously and involuntarily touch his boner when he caught sight of the bully's bruised, bloated balls which were the color and size of large juicy plums, nestled between his massive thighs and little stump-like cock, likely shriveled from humiliation, fear and pain. The smaller kid then sat on his bully's barrel-like chest in a school-boy pin and stared into the bigger boy's tear-filled eyes.

"Please... please... I'm sorry... please... no more..." the bully whimpered in defeat.

Instead of giving him any mercy, the smaller kid launched a few more punches into his bully's tear-stained, bloodied face and then turned around so that he was facing his bully's busted, purplish balls. Jacob saw a sadistic smile light up the wild little warrior's face as he began to rain down punches on his bully's swollen, traumatized genitals. Loud meaty thuds rang out as his bony little fists smashed into the nerve-rich, bruised, fleshy orbs of testicular tissue and the unfortunate bully could only howl in agony, his beefy body spasming weakly with every blow. Jacob's rational brain told him that he should stop the fight before permanent damage the bigger boy's manhood suffered permanent damage, but his throbbing erection began to pulsate with each punch.

After a few minutes, those meaty thuds began to sound like squishy thwacks as the bully's battered, bruised, and busted nards swelled to the size of grapefruits. The bigger boy was on the verge of passing out but the smaller boy slapped his face around to rouse him. Waking up from the fog of pain, he begged his victim to let him go and promised to stop picking on him. The smaller kid undid the make-shift ropes and commanded his bully to get on all fours with his large, chubby ass in the air. His large frame wracked by miserable sobs, the bully fearfully obeyed his would-be victim.

"Please don't hurt my balls anymore... I wanna have kids... please, man..." the crying bully whined.

Snorting in contempt, the smaller kid took a few steps back, ran forward and swung a powerful, devastating kick between his bully's ass cheeks, punting the unfortunate male's swollen, squishy, dangling gonads with such force that his entire lower body lifted off the ground as he screamed in abject agony. The sickening pain was too much for the bigger teen, and he was out cold as his beefy body flopped back on the grass. Jacob lost control and creamed his underwear and shorts the moment the smaller boy's foot smashed into the bully's oversized balls. As an intense orgasm rocked his loins, his legs buckled and he had to grab on to a nearby tree to prevent himself from falling over.

As he recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm, Jacob saw the bully's large, unconscious frame lying on the grass as the smaller boy walked off in the distance, a spring in his step after vanquishing his much larger tormentor and utterly destroying his manhood. Ashamed of himself, Jacob rushed over to the unconscious boy to check on him. Thankfully, he was alive, only passed out. He reached between the bully's legs and gingerly felt his testicles. His testicles were massively swollen, squishy and very bruised but still intact.

Embarrassed by the wet, sticky patch on his shorts, Jacob decided to run back home to clean off his jizz before going back to the park. He managed to rouse the unconscious teenager.

"Uh... It's ok. Don't tell anyone. I fell..." the boy lied to Jacob as he gingerly pulled on his shorts and limped away in humiliation, wincing and yelping every time his swollen, fragile, dangling balls bumped about.

After the wrestling match...

Wrestling rookie Marco made the biggest mistake of his life when he underestimated his opponent, Jim, the most sadistic, dirty wrestler in town. Jim was a small guy for a wrestler but more than made up for his lack of size by having a cruel tendency to attack his opponents' testicles.

No man had ever beaten Jim in a match, and no man had ever come away from a match without his balls swollen and blazing with nauseating pain. Marco, full of Latino flair and bravado, thought he could easily take on the wiry Jim. The match did not go the way the young Latino expected. A combination of punches, kicks, knees, and elbows to his sensitive, young, dangling balls proved too much for the cocky wrestler. His body and groin wracked with agony, Marco finally gave in, his big bobbing balls were aching too badly for him to continue.

Jim, of course, would never just let his opponent walk away unmolested. He yanked out the helpless youth's genitals out of his skimpy, red shorts and proceeded to admire the damage he had done to his traumatized testicles. To complete his humiliation, Jim stroked Marco's throbbing cock until poor Marco jizzed all over the wrestling mat.

And since Marco was particularly cocky before this match, Jim decided to totally emasculate the young stud by making him lick his own semen off the mat or suffer further agony to his traumatized testicles.