The gymnastics team at my small upstate New York High School
was hot. The football team, on the other hand, suffered loss
after loss and wasn’t very happy about it. I was one of the
hot gymnasts and as such received the hate filled glares of
the football jocks who couldn’t stand anyone better then them
(which was everyone). One day they hatched a little plan to
put us in our place….
I always stayed late after practice to work out in the weight
room. By the time I left the janitors were usually getting
ready to shut off the lights. Late one afternoon I was on my
way from the weight room to the locker room. As I walked past
one of the wrestlers practice rooms the Captain of the football
team, Carl Wingert, jogged up behind me. He said he wanted to
talk and seemed real serious about something. I figured maybe
he wanted to make peace between the football jerks and the
gymnasts. He opened the door to the practice room and said it
would be more private in there. It didn’t dawn on me that there
wasn’t anyone else around so the hallway was pretty private
already.
So silly trusting me walked into the room and promptly had each
arm grabbed by two guys that were hiding behind the door. I said
something silly like “Hey, let me go!” and they kinda snickered.
The door closed behind me and Carl planted himself about three
feet in front of me and gave me his standard “I’m a way cool
football player and you’re scum” look. There were two others
there besides the ones holding me, each of them giving me the
same stupid look. I glared back at Carl and had just opened my
mouth to ask he what the hell he thought he was doing when
something slammed into my crotch turning my nuts into twin
eruptions of fire.
Waves of pain surged from my nuts up into my belly. I wanted
to stay on my feet but that was not to be since my muscles
turned to jelly and my legs buckled as the guys holding me let
go and I collapsed. I’m sure my body made a nice thud as it
hit the mats but I didn’t hear it. My throbbing balls and my
aching guts had grown to fill my universe, they were all I knew.
Though I did hear faint laughter in the background.
I lay on my side with my knees pulled up to my chest trying not
to breath. That seemed to ease the pain in my belly… just a bit.
I tried cradling my balls in my hands only to learn that even
that gentle touch caused a stab of pain to fly through my balls.
So my hands just hung between my legs.
A couple years ago my younger brother and I were messing around,
chasing each other, wrestling when one of us got ahold of the
other. He hit me in the nuts (by accident he claims) and it hurt
like hell for a couple minutes and then we went back at it. That
little knock in the nads was nothing compared to this. This was
the big time nad popping Real Thing. The throbbing pain my balls
wasn’t going away. My churning belly felt like a giant claw had
been rammed up my asshole and was twisting and grabbing, trying
to pull my guts down into my nut sack. I was not a happy puppy.
Through all that I felt someone grab my legs and yank my sneakers
off…..
I lay there unable to move, not wanting to move, but moving
anyway. Actually, it was someone moving me. I felt one leg
being pulled away from my pain racked curled up body and my
sneaker being yanked off. Then the other leg and the other
sneaker. Pulling my knees back to my chest was all I wanted
to do at that point but I had been rolled on to my back and
my legs were being pinned down. Then someone grabbed my
t-shirt and pulled it up over my head pulling my arms along
with it so my hands ended up over my head. Before I could
react someone grabbed my arms and held them down. It didn’t
matter, my arms were still jello, a two year old could have
pinned me.
I didn’t really understand what was happening because my
burning balls were still the center of my attention. In
some little corner on my brain I realized what was happening
now was not good and this nauseating episode was far from
over.
Then something hit me hard in my belly. My convulsive attempt
to curl up again failed as waves of pain shot through my guts.
The claw up my asshole was doing a good job of it. Then I
realized my shorts were being pulled off. My jock went at the
same time. Whoever was doing it wasn’t being gentle, my balls
got knocked around creating twin stabs of pain that hung in
my nads for a long moment then shot up into my belly. My eyes
filled with tears and I tried to beg, “Please stop”. I suspect
that all that came out of my mouth was a meager gurgle.
I felt my legs being spread apart. Someone laughed. My balls
exploded again.
They had me on my back. Naked. My arms pinned above my head.
My legs spread wide exposing my crotch. There must have been
a bullseye painted on my balls because they took hit after
agonizing hit. I struggled. The pressure on my arms and legs
increased locking me down. I screamed, I know it did. This
time it was a real scream not just a wimpy gurgle. My next
scream was cut short as something was shoved into my mouth.
(I found out later it was my jock.)
Something plowed into balls again. It felt like my balls were
being pounded into mush. Waves of fire swept through my belly
and nausea churned in my stomach. I wanted to puke but nothing
came up. I gagged on my jock, my lungs strained but I couldn’t
breath. My head raised as I tried to spit out the jock and
through my tear blurred vision I saw a guy kneeling next to me.
He pulled his arm back and then rammed his fist into my crotch.
I guess someone figured I was having trouble breathing because
the jock was pulled out of my mouth. (I guess they figured it
would have been uncool if I died.) I gulped air only to have
it blasted back out by the next blow.
My balls were no longer safe and snug in their sack. They had
descended into fiery hell trailing my quivering twisted guts
with them.
Somewhere along the line things started to get gray and the
once awful pain subsided into a dull ache. The lights slowly
dimmed and went out.
The next two days were a fog. I remember feeling sleepy and
comfortably warm. Those were some good drugs. I wish I could
get some more of that stuff. 🙂 After that my balls hurt for
a week and ached for a few more. I only missed two weeks of
practice and was back competing after three even though my
nads were still sensitive. I asked the doctors to check my
ass to make sure the claw was gone. They said there was no
sign of it ever having been there. But I know different.
The jerks that busted me were all expelled. Carl and one of
the others ended up in prison. The football team lost every
game the rest of that season. The gymnastics team and I went
on to win State. I guess their plan backfired even though they
got me pretty good.