Fraternity Fight: Those Crazy Kappas!

A guest writer, Mr. G, wrote this great story! It was originally in Spanish but I translated with the help of Google Translate. I hope I captured the brutality and fun of his original. Be sure to give Mr. G feedback and hopefully he'll keep producing more :) 

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The school term had just started but already the boys of the Kappa Sigma fraternity had set up a meeting to choose their new pledges. Unlike other fraternities that had semester-long process to weed out new recruits, Kappa Sigma was more utilitarian in choosing their members. The selection process consisted in pitting wannabe members  against each other in one on one fights where there were no rules and the last standing be admitted into the fraternity.

James, a very handsome, muscular freshman with a golden tan and blue eyes passed down the long corridor that led him to the great room where the whole fraternity was waiting for him. He had been the captain of his old school's football team, which made his body incredibly toned. James was quite impressive and at a glance looked like he could kick any one's ass easily, but for Kappa Sigma the only important thing was whether or not he would prevail in the upcoming fight.

Just a few seconds later, Tristan arrived, a young man with dark blond hair. Even without being as toned as James, he was still a sexy, buff fucker. James and Tristan had played volleyball together in high school, in fact Tristan had been James's friend. So it scared him to see him in the room next to him; he knew that they would most likely fuck each other up.

Once the boys were in the center of the room, Zach, the leader Kappa Sigma began to speak.

"James, Tristan, this is your chance to join Kappa Sigma. Are you ready?"

"Yes!" James and Tristan yelled in unison.

"Well then take off your clothes and start fighting, remember that the only rule here is to be the last one standing!"

Tristan and James were scared, they didn't want to fight each other but their desire to be a member of the elite fraternity - with its lifetime of connections and privilege - outweighed their friendship.

Both boys stepped back from each other. James was the first to take off his clothes, revealing his chiseled abs and meaty eight inch cock that was starting to get hard from the admiring stares. His balls hung underneath the size of two juicy oranges that Tristan knew he would soon be forced to squeeze. Whilst James took off his shirt, Tristan pulled off his clothes and his six inch cock jutted out. There were gasps around the room as the largest balls that had ever graced the Kappa Sigma house tumbled out of Tristan's shorts. 

The boys had barely finished undressing when Zach yelled "Get started!"

Instantly Tristan and James started fighting. Tristan who punched James in the face, but Tristan was soon hit hard in the stomach by James. The fight continued, the two working each other's upper bodies like boxers, for several minutes until James tried to kick Tristan's knee in a bid to knock him to the floor. His aim was off and he mistakenly kicked those two big melons. Tristan screamed in pain and fell to the ground screaming. Even in agony, Triston plotted out his revenge which came swiftly even as he was still on the ground; Tristan sat up and plunged his fist into James' unprotected nuts, making him squeal and cross his eyes as Tristan sprang to his feet.

Those nut cracking blows marked the beginning of the real fight. The two wouldn't stop hitting each other in the nuts with all of their considerable might. Twenty minutes passed and the two had found themselves into something of a stalemate. They were standing in the middle of the arena, sweaty and bruised, both with the other's swollen, sore sack in his hands and squeezing, each screaming in pain but refusing to concede. Their nuts were turning blue, almost purple and both pairs of balls were so swollen that they had nearly doubled in size. Despite that both of their cocks were rock hard. James' had reached its full eleven inches and Tristan's was nine and felt like it was going to fire off the load James was squeezing out of his boys.

"Fuck yes!" someone in the audience shouted.

"Ahhhh!" Tristan yelled as jets of cum soaked him and James.

Realizing how vulnerable he was spasming in orgasm, Tristian quickly recovered and planted a firm knee into James' balls making James fall to the ground in pain. Tristan then proceeded to stomp on James' balls again and again while James screamed in agony, the worse James' sack looked the louder and rowdier the crowd became.

"Crush them flat!" someone shouted.

"Ahhh, stop, Tristan!"

James' pleas fell on deaf ears, and they were too late anyway. Tristan had already crushed James's balls too many times for his tough jock nuts to handle...

SPLAT!

The watching frat boys let out a cheer as James' huge, swollen right nut was compressed so flat that it exploded. Violently. Tristan's feet were stained with blood and pieces of crushed nut. At the same time his nut burst, his nearly foot long cock fired off a big load that showered himself, some of it landing in his screaming mouth, forcing him to swallow some of his own final two-nut load. 

Even in his haze of agony, James knew he couldn't let himself lose, so he quickly got up and grabbed one of Tristan's balls with both hands, barely able to hold the giant thing as he squeezed and squeezed. Tristian tried to escape, kicking James' last nut over and over but his balls were still trapped. 

"Fuck yeah, he has that pledge by the balls!" Zach cheered. 

"Crush it, dude! No mercy!"

"James! No!" Tristan cried, increasingly frantic has he felt his one-time-friend's beefy hands crush his nut.

James was sweating in effort as his massive guns pressed into Tristan's nut. What happened next was inevitable. 

CRUNCH!

Tristan's left ball, the largest any of them had ever seen, was nothing but mush in his blonde fuzzy sack, but the fight was not over yet as neither half-nutted fighter had given up.

"It's over dude!" someone said mockingly to Tristan who was still stunned by the loss of his nut.

James approached his fallen friend and began to throw his fist over and over, punching Tristan's last nut as it started to turn a black color and swelled even bigger. Tristan, screaming in pain, found the strength to kick James' remaining ball mercilessly. The watching frat was going wild as the arena became a blur of sweating, writhing muscle, with fists and feet flying as both pledges screamed in agony as they tried to break each others last ball. James' larger size and Tristian's massive nut being too big a target to miss was starting to tip the scales...

CRUSPLOTCH!

Tristan's ball exploded, showering James' hands and both of their torsos with chunks of Tristan's never-to-be-born children. The biggest balls Kappa Sigma had ever seen were now just a splattered mess all over the two exhausted studs. Tristan let out a guttural scream of a man who knew his family tree had been severed as a truly massive spurt of pink jizz shot wildly out of his deflating cock, mixing in with the testicle matter on his pecs. Tristan stood wobbly, looking like he would tumble over like a dead tree and the watching audience started to encircle them both, deciding that James was the winner.

Unfortunately for James, the declaration wasn't fast enough as Tristan let out a last, devastating kick directly to James' last, hanging nut. The blow took up so much energy that Tristan fainted, so missed what happened next...

CRUUNCH!

James' remaining testicle burst inside his sack. James' eyes crossed and he let out a defeated scream, his hands raced to his groin but it was too late. He grabbed his already ruined nut but all that did was make what was left squirt out of his already torn open bag, the remains landing with gross wet splats on the floor. At the same time his horse cock involuntarily let out a squirt as he passed out.

The fraternity brothers stood in silence. They hadn't expected both of the hunky studs to be totally de-sexed and a few of them were openly upset that their preferred fighter - and future hookup buddy - had been swept out of the sex scene. After a few moments, Zach spoke.

"Well, technically James was a man for a few seconds longer than Tristan so James won!"

There was a cheer of approval.

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After a few hours, both pledges awoke in a hospital. The doctor told them that they both suffered permanent damage to both of their balls and that there was little left to repair. The only choice had been to suction out the gunk and sew up the now empty sacks.

Once the doctor stepped out, Zach appeared to congratulate James on winning the fight.

"Welcome, brother!" he smiled as he handed him a Kappa Sigma badge.

Tristan groaned and buried his face in his pillow.

I strongly suggest you view this illustration by Whistle full-size! Those boys made an absolute mess!

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Here is the original Spanish:

Apenas había comenzado el año escolar unos días atrás, pero todos los chicos de la fraternidad Kappa Sigma ya habían establecido una reunión para escoger a los nuevos novatos. La elección de miembros consistía en ponerlos uno contra uno en una pelea donde no había reglas y el último en pie se uniría a la fraternidad.

James, un muy apuesto chico castaño de ojos azules y con una gran musculatura pasó por un largo pasillo que lo llevó a la gran sala donde estaba toda la fraternidad esperándolo. En su antigua escuela el fue el capitán del equipo de fútbol americano, lo cual lo convirtió en un chico con un cuerpo bastante tonificado. Claro, para Kappa Sigma, lo único importante era que ganarán la pelea en la que James pronto estaría.

Sólo unos segundos más tarde, llegó Tristan, un joven rubio de ojos cafés, quien aún sin ser tan tonificado como James, tenía algunos musculos que lo volvían bastante sexy. Lars es un lindo chico quien practicaba volleyball en su antigua escuela, de hecho era el mejor amigo de James. Por ello lo asustó verlo en la sala junto a él, sabía que lo más probable era que se enferntarían entre sí.

Una vez que los chicos estaban en el centro de la sala, Zach, el líder de Kappa Sigma comenzó a hablar.

"James, Tristan, esta es su oportunidad para unirse a Kappa Sigma, ¿están listos?"

"¡Si!", James y Tristan gritaron al unisono.

"Bien, entonces quitense la ropa y comiencen a pelear, recuerden que la única regla aquí es ser el último en pie"

Tristan y James estaban asustados, no querían pelear contra aquel que alguna vez fue su amigo, pero deseaban ser miembros de la fraternidad con todo el alma, pues Kappa Sigma era la fraternidad más poderosa y famosa de todas, el estar en ella les garantizaba ser populares y algo aun mejor, ser quienes mandaban sobre el resto de la escuela.

Ambos chicos se disvitieron, James fue el primero en quitarse la ropa interior y mostrar su carnosa polla de 8 pulgadas que estaba comenzando a ponerse dura por la conmoción y sus bolas aun sin ser demasiado grandes, eran del tamaño de dos jugosas naranjas que pronto se enfrentarían a ser exprimidas. 

Mientras que James se quitaba la camiseta, Tristan se bajaba la ropa interior mostrando una linda polla de 6 pulgadas, pero lo más sorprendente fue ver que sus bolas eran más grandes que las de cualquier otro chico que había pisado el suelo de Kappa Sigma, eran casi del tamaño de dos grandes melones que fueron cultivados por el mejor agricultor del pueblo. 

Los chicos apenas habian terminado de desvestirse cuando Zach gritó: 

"¡Empiecen!"

Instantaneamente Tristan y James comenzaron a pelear. El primero en dar un golpe fue Tristan quien le dio un puñetazo a James en la cara, pero Tristan no tardó en recibir un duro golpe en el estomago por parte de James. Así continuó la pelea por varios minutos hasta que un James cansado pensó en patear la rodilla de Tristan pero por error le dio justo en esos dos grandes melones que carga en la entrepierna.

Tristan se retorció de dolor y cayó el suelo gritando. Pero no tardó en darle su merecido a James, dándole un puñetazo en la ingle, mientras seguía en el suelo. La verdadera pelea había comenzado y los chicos no dejaban de golpear con todas sus fuerzas, las nueces del otro. Habían pasado veinte minutos y ahora ambos estaban apretando las adoloridas nueces del otro, mientran gritaban de dolor con todas sus fuerzas. Sus nueces eran de un color azul casi morado y ambos pares de bolas estaban tan hinchados que habían duplicado su tamaño original. Mientras que ambas pollas estaban duras como rocas, la gran polla de James había alcanzado las 11 pulgadas y estaba sacando precum, sin embargo la de Tristan aun siendo más pequeña, era de 9 pulgadas y media y estaba a punto de explotar cuando James le da un puñetazo a las bolas de Tristan.

"¡Ahhhh!", Tristan gritó mientras chorros de semen los empapaban a James y a él. No faltó mucho para que Tristan se recuperara y le diera un buen rodillazo a James haciéndolo caer de dolor al suelo. Entonces procedió a pisar una y otra vez las bolas de James, mientras James gritaba de dolor.

"¡Ahhh, detente, Tristan!"

Tristan ya había aplastado con su pie las bolas de James demasiado, cuando ocurrió lo que debía pasar.

¡SPLAT!

La nuez derecha de James se comprimió tanto que explotó dejando los pies de Tristan manchados de sangre y pedazos de nuez, mientras que salía de su gran polla de ahora 12 pulgadas, una gran carga que terminó cayendo en su propia boca y se terminó tragando. 

Aun con tanto  dolor, James sabía que no podía dejarse perder, asi que rapidamente se levantó un poco y agarro una de las bolas de Tristan con ambas manos, la exprimió y exprimió mientras que Tristan intentaba safarse pateando una y otra vez las nueces de James, pero sus bolas seguían atrapadas. Fue enconces cuando ocurrió lo inevitable. 

¡CRUNCH!

La bola izquierda de Tristan que alguna vez había sido del tamaño de un gran melón, ahora no era nada más que papilla dentro del saco de este joven rubio. 

Pero la pelea no había terminado, aun ninguno se había rendido, así que James se acercó a su amigo caído y comenzó a lanzar puñetazo tras puñetazo sobre la última nuez de Tristan, esta comenzaba a agarrar un color negro mientras se hinchaba todavía más. Entonce Tristan, gritando de dolor, acerca su pie a la bola restante de James y la patea sin piedad. Ambos chicos están gritando de agonía mientras

intentan romper la bola del otro. Hasta que...

¡CRUSPLOTCH!

La bola de Tristan explota manchando las manos de James y el cuerpo we Tristan de sangrey pedazos pequeños de lo que antes fue la bola màs Grande que Kappa Sigma había visto. Por último, salió una gran carga de la polla de Tristan que inundó los pectorales del apuesto chico, quien antes de desmayarse daba una último patada a la bola restante de James. 

¡CRUUNCH!

La nuez restante de James se reventó dentro del saco de James, dejando nada más que papilla. Mientras que el chico involuntariamente sacaba chorro tras chorro de su gran polla antes de caer igual. 

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Después de unas horas, ambos chicos despiertan en el hospital donde los doctores les dicen que ambos presentan una ruptura permanente en ambas bolas y que será imposible devolverlas a lo que fueron. 

Una vez que sale el doctor, Zach aparece felicitando a James por haber ganado la pelea y le entrega una insignia de Kappa Sigma y se va.