Warning: This story contains [non-consensual m/m ballbusting] [heavy humiliation] [mentions of cuckolding/cheating] [extreme violence] [rupture/loss of testicles]
(All characters are 18+)
The house party was in full swing, with music blasting from speakers and people sipping drinks and dancing all over the place. Marvin and his girlfriend, Morgan, had just arrived and were making their way through the crowd into the kitchen to grab a couple of drinks.
"Jeez, it's boiling in here!", Marvin said, fanning himself as he approached the kitchen counter.
"I know, I'm sweating like crazy!", Morgan agreed. The gothic beauty stood by her boyfriend's side, squeezing his arm and giving him a little wink as he handed her a red solo cup. "So, what's in this?".
"Whole buncha liquor.", Marvin shrugged and downed his own cup before swiftly refilling it.
"Ah, you just know exactly how I like it.", she giggled and started sipping. The two of them had been a couple for nearly three months now and things were going great. Apart from one minor issue.
"Hey, Morgs! How're you doing?", Lydia, her best friend emerged from the crowd and pulled her into a hug. "You saw him yet? Allen said he's here.".
Morgan let out a sigh, knowing exactly who "he" was. "Yea, I'm alright, love. How about yourself? And no, I've not seen Jahir yet, but I knew he'd show up.", she said, eyeing her boyfriend.
Lydia shook her head. "Ya, I'm well, babes. But seriously, that guy is obsessed with you!". The two girls exchanged a look. "He really didn't take the break-up well, did he?".
That's when Marvin slung his arm around Morgan's shoulder. "Well, can you blame him? Imagine fumbling a girl like Morgan.", he laughed. "Anyways, how've you been, Lydia?".
The three of them got to chatting, quickly moving past Jahir. Morgan's overly jealous ex kept trying to win her back ever since Morgan broke things off, no matter how clear she made it that she was now with Marvin. The Muslim guy was nothing if not persistent. He was the kinda guy who was used to getting what he wants, by any means possible.
He was stalking around the party, looking for his ex and her new fella, already having formed a plan in his head. When he finally spotted Morgan and Marvin, he approached them and tapped Marvin on the shoulder, giving him a sly smile.
"Evening, stud. How's it hanging?", he grinned at Marvin, who responded with an exasperated shrug.
"Evening, Jahir. You need something?", he asked, sounding impatient.
Morgan was so deep in conversation that she missed her boyfriend and her ex squaring off.
"Listen, mate. This silly little rivalry between us has gone on long enough, no? How about we just settle things once and for all? Here, tonight.". Jahir looked cocky and self assured, but Marvin was unbothered.
"Aren't we a bit to old to scrap, lad?", he gave Jahir a condescending look, pulling Morgan closer to himself.
"No, no. Brawling is for idiots. What I'm suggesting is a simple wrestling match. Just a test of strength to see who the better man is. If you win, I'll leave Morgan alone.", he smiled.
Morgan had just realised what was going on and now looked at Marvin, curious how he'd respond. "And... if I lose?". Morgan felt a pang of disappointment that Marvin even entertained the idea.
"Then I'll still leave her alone. She'll just know that she picked the weaker partner, is all.", he shrugged.
"You're not seriously considering this, are you?", Morgan turned to Marvin, seeming slightly exasperated. But her boyfriend was already getting up and began stretching.
"Don't worry, babe. I can take this clown.", he said, stroking her cheek. "And then you'll finally be rid of him.".
The word quickly spread and a large clearing was formed in the centre of the living room. The music was lowered and people formed a circle, drunk and hungry for some entertainment. The crowd largely consisted of young, attractive women, all eager to watch two men face off.
Morgan and Lydia had front row seats, the former visibly annoyed. "This is so childish...", she rolled her eyes.
Lydia was more intrigued. "I don't know, I think it's kinda hot, actually. Your boyfriend fighting for your honour and all that. It's like from a fairy tale.", she smiled, licking her red lips.
"I mean, I guess? I just hope he gets it over with quickly.", she crossed her arms in front of her chest as she watched the two men square off in front of her. While genuinely a bit frustrated by the whole spectacle, she couldn't deny that her pierced nipples started to harden as she pictured her boyfriend grappling and grunting on the floor at her feet. She tried to push those thoughts aside as she waited for the fight to begin.
A girl Morgan wasn't familiar with stepped between the two men and told them the rules. "A simple wrestling match. First one to tap out, loses. No funny business, alright, lads?". She was clearly tipsy and not actually bothered about "funny business" at all. She just wanted a good show, as did most of the women in the room.
"Okay, let's get this over with.", Marvin said, eyes fixed on Jahir. They both wore only a thin t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. No shoes, no chains or rings. This should have been a quick, easy affair.
"Let's.", Jahir replied, looking awfully content. It was almost a bit frightening just how confident he looked, but Marvin knew he could take on the younger, shorter guy. He had nearly a whole head on him and was more muscular than his Muslim rival.
The second the tipsy Ginger gave them the go-ahead, the two men clashed, grabbing at each other and quickly ending up in a heap on the carpeted floor. Both men tried hard to pin the other, gasping and panting and growing sweaty.
Lydia watched with rapt attention, her chest rising and falling with deep breathes. "Gosh, they're really going at it...", she observed.
Morgan barely heard her. She was completely enamoured by the primal display in front of her. Despite her earlier protests, she felt her panties dampen at the sight of the two men fighting for her. "Come on, babe. Fuck him up.", she whispered under her breath.
Almost as if Marvin heard her, he focused his strength and managed to put Jahir into an arm-bar. He had his legs over the younger man's chest and wrenched his arm back with all his might, mouthing at Jahir to give up.
The Muslim stud was struggling, gritting his teeth and wincing in pain. His arm felt like it was gonna pop out of it's socket.
"Damn, he's done for!", a girl said from within the crowd. "Yeah, he's gonna tap out any second", another added. "Shame, I was enjoying this.", spoke a third.
But Jahir was not willing to surrendered. Not willing to take a loss like that. He took a deep breath and swung his free arm over his chest. He managed to wiggle his trapped arm just enough to expose Marvin's crotch and a vicious grin spread across his face. Without warning, he balled up his fist and smashed his knuckles into Marvin's groin, making the older guy grunt in pain.
Marvin's eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he immediately released his hold on his opponent, curling into a ball and whimpering as he cupped his aching balls. The pain winded him and tears began stinging at the corners of his eyes as he rocked himself back and forth on the floor.
The crowd erupted into "ohhhs" and "ahhhs", but no one seemed to take any issues with the cheap shot. Not even Lydia and Morgan. Both of them bit their lips. "Ouch... that looked like it hurt!", Lydia said, panting slightly. "Yeah, that was rough...", Morgan added, feeling arousal spread through her body. She should have been appalled by this, but she couldn't help being turned on by what she saw.
Jahir got up and put his socked foot onto Marvin's head, laughing. "You done already, white boy? That was too easy.", he taunted.
Marvin took a deep breath and wiped his eyes, not wanting anyone to see his tears. He pushed Jahir off himself and slowly rose to his feet, his legs trembling. "You're such a cheap cunt, Jahir... Fighting dirty, huh? Pathetic.", he spat, fury on his face. "I'm going to break your arm the next chance I get!".
Jahir only smiled and got into position again, eager to continue. The crowd roared excitedly, happy that the fight wasn't over just yet.
The two men clashed again, grappling for dominance. However, Jahir was done pretending now. He was in it to obliterate his rival by any means possible, and the fact that no one reprimanded him for the low-blow meant he had free reign to target Marvin's weakest spot. So, without much fuss, he slammed his knee right between Marvin's legs, squashing the white boy's already bruised testicles into his pelvis.
Marvin roared in pain, trying to cup himself as white hot agony shot through his body, but Jahir quickly lifted his knee again, delivering another blow and making Marvin collapse to his knees in a heap.
The crowd cheered, young women pointing and laughing. "Ohhh, fuck! That must've hurt bad!". "Shit, he's gonna break his balls!". "Uhhh, he's gonna be a eunuch by the end of this...".
Morgan clasped her hands in front of her mouth and Lydia let out a little moan. The two women were transfixed by the spectacle.
Meanwhile, Marvin whimpered pathetically and felt a few hot tears run down his face as he cupped his aching, pulsing balls. He felt like he was going to pass out.
"Oh my god, he's crying!", one girl pointed out and a round of laughter spread through the room.
"Awe, did that hurt? Sorry, bitch.", Jahir teased.
Marvin wiped his face and shook as he slowly got up, feeling dizzy. "Fucking stop, man! This shit ain't fair and you're... fuck.", he spat, feeling a sense of desperation set in. He looked over Jahir's shoulder and his eyes met Morgan's.
"Give up yet?", Jahir asked, tapping his fingers.
"Fuck you! I'm gonna snap your neck!", Marvin roared and threw himself at Jahir, murder on his mind.
The two men crashed to the floor and exchanged blows, the wrestling match having turned into something more akin to a bar brawl now. However, due to his previous injuries, Marvin couldn't make any punches connect properly and soon found himself laying face down on the carpet, Jahir's strong arm wrapped around his throat and his hot breath on his neck.
Marvin whimpered as he struggled to breathe, but still refused to give up. He just couldn't. Not in front of all those pretty, young women. Not in front of his beloved Morgan. He gave it his all and tried to break free.
Until Jahir slid his hand underneath Marvin's belly and cupped his unprotected balls through his grey sweatpants. As soon as he felt his rival's strong fingers encapsulate his manhood, he froze.
"Fuck, what the fuck are you do...", he was cut off when Jahir began to squeeze mercilessly. "Oh god! Fuck... stop!", he wailed, but Jahir just tightened his grip.
The crowd couldn't see what exactly was happening, but it was clear that Marvin was in distress. Morgan felt her juices run down her thighs as she observed the scene in front of her and Lydia was practically drooling. "Fuck, he's done for...", she said quietly.
"Give up yet?", Jahir whispered into Marvin's ear, feeling his own cock twitch against his opponent's back. He knew he had won.
"Fuck... yes!! Yes, I give up! You win, just let gooo!", he whimpered, tears streaming down his face. "Please, you're fucking hurting me!".
Jahir loved hearing his rival grovel, but he wasn't done with him just yet. He had hated Marvin ever since he stole his girlfriend from him and he was determined to make him pay. He squeezed even harder, digging his fingers into Marvin's swollen orbs and feeling them tense underneath his pressure.
Marvin began blubbering. There was nothing left of his earlier bravado as he pathetically sobbed into the carpet, begging Jahir to let go. "Please... please... stop! You're going to... fuck!! Stop, Jahir! Please, I can't take anymore!".
Jahir tensed his muscles and twisted his fist, squeezing with all his strength. Through gritted teeth, he whispered into his wailing rival's ear: "I'm going to fuck your girlfriend silly while you cry over your broken, useless balls, loser!".
And with that, he closed his fist completely around Marvin's balls, feeling them rupture and turn to mush in his sack as the newly made eunuch shrieked in pain.
As he pulled his hand from underneath his defeated opponent's body, he felt a warm liquid spread across the floor. Jahir winced and wiped his hands on Marvin's back as he got up, leaving him to curl into a ball and cry hysterically as the puddle of piss grew bigger around him.
"Oh my god, he wet himself!!", the Ginger girl remarked, making the audience erupt into laughter. "No way, he totally pissed himself!", "What a loser, look at him cry for his mommy", "Fuck, he's ruined!", the audience jeered.
Morgan was panting, feeling dizzy with arousal as she watched her ex approach her, stepping over her broken boyfriend's body. "Fuck...", she whimpered.
Jahir grabbed her chin and made her look at him, their eyes meeting. "Still wanna be with him? I don't think he'll be of much use to you anymore.", he smiled cruelly.
Morgan just bit her lip before kissing Jahir passionately, hearing the crowd cheer. She left hand in hand with the superior man, leaving her ruined, now-ex boyfriend sobbing on the floor, desperately calling out for her.
Jahir had proven that he was the better man and Morgan was determined to reward him for his efforts.