Ball Brawl - Round 1
#1 of Ball Brawl
This is the first of a series of short stories I have planned on writing for a long time now. They revolve around a ball busting fight tournament
Ball Brawl - Round 1
The brawl pub was packed, it had been a long time since the last season of ball brawl. Six long months had gone by since the last champion of the ring had been crowned. Mack the lion had fought with brutal strength and vicious determination to become last year's champion. Along the way he gained a notoriety for someone who would beat his rivals down, then make them beg for mercy, often he would pin his rivals down and grind there balls, until they begged for mercy. But now he was sitting in his favorite booth along the closest wall to the ball brawl arena. He wore a basketball jersey over his massive body frame, and tan cargo pants on the lower half of his body. At nearly seven feet tall, he towered over the four other males, who made up his harem. Mack's harem consisted of four, very skinny males, a rabbit, fox, deer and a wolf. They sat next to Mack two on each side, sipping away at their margaritas and cocktails and other fruity drinks. While Mack himself drank from a pitcher of beer. The beer pitcher in his massive paws was like a regular sized mug in the paws of a normal sized fur. Mack watched the hustle and bustle at the bar as the furs in attendance lined up to get drinks, while others sat around at their tables and waited. The service was slow tonight. But Mack gets preferential treatment and free drinks because of being the champion. He held up his pitcher of beer, and took a long drink. Before placing the pitcher down. He leaned back and waited for the tournament to start.
After most of the bar patrons returned to their seats to drink there drinks and wait for the brawl to starts. A single average sized female white rabbit, came from the direction of the locker rooms. She was wearing black shorts and a black tank top with the bar's logo emblazoned on it. She walked around to the steps leading up into the octagonal ring, and climbed the stairs and opened the door leading into the caged arena. The arena was raised up about 4 feet above the floor of the bar and surrounded by a cage wall that was about 4 feet in high, and topped with a padded metal bar about 8 inches in diameter. She proceeded to the center of the arena and held up her wireless microphone to her mouth and spoke "Welcome to the annual 2014 ball brawl tournament". A round of applause erupts from the crowd. She waited for a moment for the applause to die down. "Tonight we are starting our first match with a two veterans of the ball brawl ring squaring off against each other. Introducing first long time rookie and arena favorite, Jeremy!" A tall white male rabbit, entered from the direction of the locker rooms, he stood almost 6 feet tall and wore only blue boxer shorts. His body was lean but and muscular, he was all muscle and zero body fat. He entered the ring and flexed his muscles for the crowd before going to his corner to wait for his opponent. Mack watched Jeremy closely, keeping his eyes fixed on him. Last year Jeremy was defeated by another competitor and never got the chance to fight Mack. So he never got the chance to crush Jeremy's balls, to make him beg for mercy. But most off all, Mack considered Jeremy to by the most attractive fighter in the tournament. He kept his eyes fixed on Jeremy's sculpted abs, his tight ass. Thinking to himself, "I want to bend him over a table and pound his tight ass". In fact Mack had approached Jeremy the previous year and asked him to join Mack's harem, but was rejected.
The announcer continued "Jeremy will be fighting a crowd favorite, Zack". A cheetah of about 6 feet tall strutted out from the direction of the locker rooms. He wore blue boxer short on his muscular frame. He had much more muscle mass then Jeremy and was much closer in build to Mack. Jeremy entered the ring and went flexed his muscles for the crowd before going to his corner of the ring to wait for the announcer to start the match. The announcer then proceeded to signal to both fighters to bring them to the center of the ring. Both fighters proceeded to the middle. Now with both fighters standing several feet apart. The announcer began to count down "3......2......1.....GO!".
Zack immediately lunged forward, thrusting his knee at Jeremy's crotch. Jeremy dodged the knee and grabbed Zack's leg, and shoves him backwards, throwing Zack off balance. He quickly charges in and punches the cheetah's groin, smashing both his berries against his pelvis, causing the cheetah to let you a sharp grunt. Zack then took a quick step back and roared, then charged at Jeremy. But Jeremy was too fast he sidestepped the attack and tripped Zack as he flew past, causing Zack to lose balance and stagger head first into the guard rail. Zack smashed his head into the guard rail, and fell flat on his face. He rubbed his sore head with his paw and began to stumble to his feet. When Jeremy slammed his foot up between Zack's legs, smashing the cheetahs rubber orbs against his pelvis. Zack let out a sharp, slightly higher pitched grunt. Jeremy managed to get in another two nutshots, before the cheetah rose to his feet. Jeremy had already backed up and was getting ready to dodge and counter again. Zack thought to himself "He's too fast, I'm going to have to try to fake him out". Zack charged at Jeremy again, this time he had a plan. He lower his fist and feinted an attack against Jeremy's crotch, but was really aiming for the space to the left, where he guessed Jeremy would move to, to dodge the attack. At the last second, Jeremy dodge to the left, but not as far as Zack had predicted. Zack smashed into Jeremy, shoulder checking him against the guard railing. He pinned Jeremy against the arena cage wall, and knocked the wind out of him. Immediately he thrust his knee up into Jeremy's crotch. Jeremy let you a shrill grunt as his berry pouch was flattened against his pelvis by Zack's knee. Jeremy instinctively tried to cup his bunny makers with his paws, but Zack's body was in the way preventing him from reaching his crotch. Wham*, Zack's knee slammed into Jeremy's bunny-makers again, causing the rabbit the rabbit to shudder and let out another high pitch moan. Now Jeremy began to struggle even more. He tried to shove Zack off him, but he was too strong. *SLAM*, Zack's knee crashed against Jeremy's bunny-makers again. Jeremy desperately lashed out a struck Zack in the throat, causing to cough and sputter and take a couple steps back releasing Jeremy from his grip. Zack quickly backed away, grasping his throat with one paw, trying to catch his breath. While Jeremy cupped his aching orbs with both paws, and took a couple staggered steps as he bent over a little bit tried to recover. Both Zack and Jeremy stood on opposite sides of the ring, each one still a little stunned, Zack coughing and trying to catch his breath, Jeremy rubbing his aching orbs, trying to quell the pain. Both of them recovered with seconds of each other. They both rushed each other at the same time. Both combatants thrust there times at the other ones crotch when they met in the center of the ring. Both Jeremy's knee slammed into Zack's kitten-makers and Zack's knee smashed into Jeremy's bunny-makers at the same time, with such force that it echoed through the room. Zack immediately stepped back and grabbed his orbs with both paws, while simultaneously Jeremy also stepped back and grabbed his orbs with both paws. Jeremy took a couple awkward steps, his legs closed, his knees bumping against each other. He dropped to his knees, still gasping in pain. Zack hissed and massaged his balls, he was in too much pain to take advantage of Jeremy who was still his knees cupping his aching orbs. Zack spent about half a minute massaging his sore bean bag, before walking over to Jeremy, who was still on his knees moaning in pain. He was just about to kick the rabbit in the groin. When Jeremy suddenly threw an uppercut at Zack's crotch. He nailed both of the cheetah's testicles against his pelvis. Then with lightning speed, the rabbit opened up his fist and grabbed Zack's sag, and squeezed and pulled down hard. Crushing together both of his fragile berries in the bottom of his ball bag. Zack let out a dull thud as the rabbit punched his sack, then a quiet high pitch squeal as the rabbit grabbed and crushed and yanked his sack. He reached down with both paws and grabbed at the rabbits paws. He tried to pry Jeremy's tightly clenched paw off his bean bag, but it was difficult getting his fingers under Jeremy's fingers. The more he struggle to pull off Jeremy's paw, the tighter his grip became. Jeremy then reached up and grabbed the cheetah's nutsack with his other paw. Now hanging on with both paws he hanged down hard again. Zack let out another high pitch shriek, his knees buckled and he nearly fell over. Jeremy smiled, he could tell the Zack was close to breaking. Only a little bit longer and his victory would be secure. Zack began to panic more, feebly clawing at Jeremy's paws. Every time he managed to get a good grip, Jeremy would yank down hard or twist suddenly, causing Zack to flinch in pain and loos grip of the rabbit's paws. Jeremy yank down again hard, causing the cheetah to topple to his knees. Zack's voice went up in pitch a couple of octaves and his groaning became a pathetic mewling. Jeremy knew he had won, he let go of the cheetah's bruised ballbag, and quickly hopped back to his feet. He immediately stepped back a couple feet. Just in case Zack tried to use Jeremy's own move against him. Zack tried to get up again, put dropped to his knees again, then rolled onto his side and curled up into the fetal position. The announcer begins to count down "10......9......8......7". Jeremy begins to walk around the ring, flexing for the audience, showing off. The announcer keeps counting down "6......5.......4.......3". Zack lays on his side still mewling in pain. "2......1. We have a winner." The announcer goes to Jeremy and holds his paw up. Several assistants emerged from ringside and walk over to the prone cheetah. The pick up Zack and carry him to the locker room.