Dorm Wrestling

Additional Tags: Two Handed Ball Squeeze, Girlfriend’s Nerdy Roomate, Threat of Castration, Late Night Wrestling, Ball Stretching/Yanking, Bare Foot Kicking

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Blackwood Community College, Elizabeth’s & Pepper’s Dorm room

WHAM!

“Ohh!! And Chaotic Cass goes for a falling elbow!”

Flamin’ hot chips and late night pizza mingle together at 10:54 PM as small town Ravenwood college student Alex Adaway ignores his study-guide to instead watch mind numbing cable.

“Fuck yeah Cass! Tear her up!”

Despite being aware of the upcoming calculus midterm with Professor Nolan in 36 hours, he’s just too busy watching the colorful babes in skintight costumes fight on the TV to give a crap about academic responsibilities.

“Whoa! I can’t believe it! Daisy takes it and is STILL pushing through!”

The announcer’s dramatic play-by-play drowns out the furious scribbling coming from the other side of the dorm room’s corner.

“Booo, crush her already dude!”

Alex shouts again, being a number one Daisy hater ever since she almost neutered one of his favorite wrestlers, Garett Gear-Head.

Girl fans still make fun of him for having fragile “Bolts &Nuts” to this day…

“Alex, can you turn that down? It’s getting to be too loud.”

That’s Alex’s girlfriend’s roommate. Honor student and class president, Elizabeth Schnee. A know it all, stuck up, bitch in Alex’s opinion…but a cute smart one nonetheless.

“It’s not that loud,” he says, crunching away at his chips and not making a grab for the remote.

Although Alex isn’t the athletic type, he still wears baggy red basketball shorts with white lines on the waistbands to match his all white and black basketball jersey that’s worn over a red longsleeve. His shaggy brown hair lays loose across his bushy eyebrows as he kicks back on Pepper’s bed while she’s out finishing an essay at the computer lab.

One of his pale skinny legs hangs over the bed’s edge as he continues watching Celebrity Slamdown on the girl’s junky CRT.

On screen, tonight’s heel Cobra Cassie is hissing in her green snakeskin leotard that pushes her fat, jiggly, hispanic tittes up and out to show off the beauty mark on the left boob. While fan favorite Daisy The Diva Dragon, who’s wearing her iconic gold and pink one piece, throws sparkly fake fire at the crowd as her massive ass clenches around the tight spandex.

“Mmm…”

Alex fixes his thick growing boner so it doesn’t poke out too much against his thin shorts. He’s so pent up thanks to Elizabeth’s surprise interruption yesterday between him and Pepper's limited sexy time.

“Whoa mama! Daisy is ripping Cassie’s top off!”

“Damnit Daisy! You…suck!”

Alex bites his lower lip, enjoying the perks of Pepper’s tv getting the best signals for a handful of R Rated channels.

He was hoping tonight would be different and that he’d at least get a handjob to help him unload but luck has it be, he’s stuck with blue balls and an approaching test he was sure to fail…

Elizabeth sits at her desk like a good girl. She’s 5’5 and a perfect student with a signature pink eyeshadow look that highlights her pure focus. Long blonde hair falls over her bubblegum pink hoodie while she works through professor Nolan’s practice problems.

She wears thick square rim glasses instead of her usual contacts, which make her blue eyes stand out alongside her blue painted nails that tap against her wooden pencil.

She tries to focus on her work. Checking off derivative after derivative. But her roommates' annoying boy toy was making her night a pain in the ass.

Not that she didn’t mind having him around…

You see, she sorta had a thing for Alex before Pepper called dibs…so sometimes it’s easier to pretend to hate him instead of staring at him like a sad puppy.

Plus, Alex talking with his mouth full made it easier to remind herself to stay good.

“I’m telling you, Liz, Daisy is washed. I could even take her! With one arm, noooo sweat.”

Elizabeth doesn’t look up. “You got winded opening a jar of pickles last week. So I highly doubt that…”

“That was a fluke,” he says, defensively. “The lid was, like, factory sealed. Military grade.”

“That’s stupid,” she snorts, trying not to laugh at his idiocy as her pencil cracks.

The sound is small but it symbolizes her tipping point. The lead snaps clean off and Elizabeth stares at it with a tight jaw.

Nolan’s limits and integrals had been grinding her down for two hours. Alex’s commentary wasn’t helping. He’s knocking her off course.

Elizabeth sighs and pushes back from her desk with enough force to make the chair creak. The movement makes her gray booty shorts ride up just enough to emphasize the generous curve of her thick pale ass. A fact Alex couldn't help but notice, despite his best efforts to keep his eyes glued to Cassie's sexy theatrics on screen.

“Mm!”

Elizabeth stretches, arching her back in a way that pulls her pink hoodie tight across her chest, causing the fabric to strain over her full, heavy tits. She then walks to her hanging bookbag by the dorm’s door for a new pencil.

She just has to pass Pepper’s bed to get there. Meaning she’d have to get past the distracting slacker making her study night impossible.

Big mistake…

Alex grins as Elizabeth doesn’t make eye contact, lowering her guard as her butt jiggles with each step. His brown hair hides his mischievous eyes as an impulse makes him sit up.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going, valedictorian? You ain’t going nowhere!”

“Eep!? H-Hey!”

Jumping, the short blonde nerd gets goosebumps as Alex suddenly hooks his scrawny arm around her neck and squeezes, throwing her off balance. It’s playful and dumb. A classic wrestler's headlock combo he hadn’t used since high school.

“Let me help you relax,” he says, all fake-tough bravado. Acting like the announcer as he tenses his weak muscles and keeps her wrapped under his arm.

“Alex! You d-dummy! You better let go n-now or—”

Elizabeth blushes and feels her ears burn hot, being pushed up against him like this…it’s overwhelming. All she can see is his long bent knees and the large bulge hanging between his spread legs.

Oh no he smells…good…

“When in the heat of battle, you can’t be too tense! You gotta flow like water but be a bolder in the stream of bloood!”

Elizabeth freezes for half a second, overstimulated by her annoyance with the study guide and the rising heat of being close to her old crush who was being a barbaric male instead of the responsible young adult he was supposed to be.

Something old clicks on. Before he pink eyeshadow. Before the study notes and the polished skirts. Back when she was the tomboy who put her brothers in submission holds first.

Her body moves without asking her brain. She knew how to make him regret being born a man.

“Enough!”

She drops her weight and shoots her left hand up and reaches into his basketball shorts left leg-hole to grab his low-hanging testicles.

Both Of Them.

“Huugh?!”

Gasping, Alex's pupils shrink to pinpricks as Elizabeth's small fingers loop around the sweaty neck of his saggy scrotum with surprising ease.

Elizabeth's fingers twitch against warm manly skin, registering two critical facts simultaneously: first, the absence of any fabric barrier beneath his shorts, and second, the give of healthy testicular meat slipping through her grip like overfilled water balloons.

Oh my god. He has huge fucking balls!!!

Elizabeth gulps.

"Alex…I can’t believe you…you’re seriously not wearing underwear?"

“H-Hey, what are you doing?!”

He tries to tighten his headlock but stops when he feels her thumb press against his spongy nut cords.

“Heh…l-look what I f-found…a pair of stupid, defenseless, balls.”

“O-Oh god wait! No! D-Don’t you dare or I’ll—!”

He tries to pull his hips back but she doesn’t budge and the cracks of his world shattering begins to flood his mind.

“Or you’ll what?”

She squirms against his paralyzed grip, almost breathless. She’s a little hesitant to go further. She has her roommate’s boyfriend’s balls in the palm of her hand and didn’t want to let go! This is something she’s dreamed about so many times. But in…different contexts.

“I’ll…f-fuck, Liz I’ll…”

He chokes, not being able to think as he feels her small blue fingers shift to get an even tighter grip to force his scared testicles to the bottom of his clenching sack.

“Ooohhh p-please don’t!” He begs.

“You won’t do anything…”

Elizabeth’s squishy cheeks glow red and her thighs squeeze together to suppress the growing flame that burns between them.

“…because you can’t do anything…not while I have you by your disgustingly stupid nuts.”

Realizing she has him right where she wants, the woman who’s known to be a good girl shivers in power as Alex comes to terms that he’s her hostage now. Just by how his legs shake she knows she’s scored big time by taking control of his ultimate weakness.

“Huh, they’re so firm” she comments as she lowers her hand to grab his fattest, dangling, testicle.

“Especially l-lefty…do you think I could crush this nut with just one hand?”

“H-Huh?!”

Alex shakes, despite still holding Elizabeth in a headlock, and looks down to see the smart bitch’s blushing smirk.

“You’re the one who wanted to wrestle, remember? So, okay then…let’s see if I can get you to tap out with one hand.”

“No no no! Please Liz, Wait—I was joking!”

The noise that escapes his trembling lips isn’t playful anymore. It’s the sound of a man who's just realized he'd severely underestimated his opponent.

“Cracking Nut Squeeze!”

Elizabeth talks through clenched teeth like it’s a wrestling move. One that’ll have any man crying for their mommies.

"Waitwaitwaittttt—AUUUHHHHH!!!"

Cruuuunch!!!

Alex's entire body stiffens like a deer caught in a trucker’s hellish headlights as Elizabeth's blue nails squeeze his favorite ball like it’s a stress toy at anger management. She didn’t seem to care that it’s one of the most fragile organs on a his wimpy body.

“My Nut!!!”

Finally losing all strength in his legs, Alex crashes down to his knees and Elizabeth follows, keeping her tiny hand wedged up his shorts to keep a firm grip on his trembling eggs.

“Hehe heyyy, w-what’s wrong? You’re about to tap out already, aren’t you?”

She embarrassingly giggles and rests comfortably on her knees too with Alex’s head leaning against her shoulder for support.

“Uuughhh!” He whimpers and crosses his eyes.

He’s barely listening to her mock him as he can only focuses on the fireworks of pain exploding throughout his huge blue balls. But he finds his voice again when he feels a second devilish hand scoop up his right testicle and press a thumb against its center.

“A double nut squeeze should work…” she mutters under her breath in excitement.

“I’m s-sorry Liz! I shouldn’t h-have messed with you! I should have turned down the tv! Please don’t b-break my balls!! Please please please!!!”

Elizabeth feels both of his spunk makers squirm and try to retract from her hands but she refuses to let them escape from her nutcracking grip.

And the worst part? She wasn’t nice about it either.

“Mmm, wow. You reallyyy don’t want me to break your wittle bawlls, do you? Even though I warned you when you grabbed me…”

“Ahhh I know! I KNOW! I’m dumb a-and stupid! But pleaseeee! I n-need my balls back!”

“Hmmph! Then how come you let me grab them so easily? If you didn’t want your breakable nads to get smashed in, you should have protected them better! Now I have to show your balls who’s boss!”

Elizabeth’s glasses are foggy from her heavy breathing as she begins to lean closer to Alex’s shivering crotch to get a good look at what she’s manhandling.

“In fact, let’s see how they’re turning out…”

Her voice pitches up in horrified fascination as she pulls downward sharply, peeling Alex's larger left testicle free first from the leg hole of his shorts.

“Nnughhh!!! H-Help! P-Please S-Someone?! S-Stop This Bitch! Elizabeth! Awhhh!!! You’re Really Hurting My Balls!!!”

Alex's thighs clench together instinctively as Elizabeth's fingers cinch tighter around his exposed gonad but the motion only wedges her knuckles deeper into the crease of his groin, stretching his scrotum further.

“Oh, man I am? I had no idea,” the class president huffs sarcastically even though her heart is hammering in her chest as she works over his precious family jewels like they owe her money.

Not like that’s my whole point right now or anything. Boys are so stupid, She thinks as she holds in a moan from feeling his thick but soft cock press against her wrist, terrified of her.

I could ruin you so easily Alex. Two little ball pops and no more sex for you…

A sissy, high-pitched noise escapes Alex’s throat when his bitchy opponent tugs downward again, this time getting righty to plop down as well which sends lighting up his nervous system like a faulty fuse box.

“Eeek!! Let Go! You Have To Let My Balls GOOO!”

“Not until you tapppp!” She sings, doubling down on both of his gonads in hopes this moment will be burned into his mind forever.

If she couldn’t be the one to drain these huge orbs then she might as well be the one who flattens them like pancakes from time to time.

"Oh Fuck! My Balls! My Balls! Liz!!! My God You’re Going To Rip My Balls Off!!!"

His voice cracks halfway through her name, pitching up into a shrill whimper as she tilts her head, studying his reaction with a horny curiosity.

The television drones on behind them, Cobra Cassie shrieking about a disqualification as she loses her own match. So it’s only poetic, with a broken spirit, Alex finally caves and slaps the ground three times.

“OKAY I TAP! I LOSE, OKAY?! I FUCKIN TAPPED!”

The blue eye blonde smiles up at him and stops squeezing.

“Hehe, see? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

“T-Thank…you—AIIII!!!”

His broken voice suddenly spikes, sharp and panicked, as she gives one last biggggg tug to stretch his gummy testicular cords taut with slow sperm killing pressure before she lets go, letting his ballsack slingshot itself back into his shorts with a sharp—

SNAPPP

“Awwwhhhhhh…”

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Alex falls onto his stomach and face, drooling half unconscious as it feels like his baby makers are rattling their way up to his throat after being kicked by a soccer player.

“H-Hah! I win! Guess that m-means I’m in charge for t-tonight.”

Huffing and fixing his glasses, Elizabeth watches Alex cradle his balls and cry like an idiot. His big fat hangers, now red and shivering in complete fear.

Good. Now he knows his place.

Walking over to her bookbag she gets another pencil and casually steps over Alex’s groaning form. She can’t help but blush again when he lifts his butt into the air and his left nut dangles back out of his shorts again, but this time much more looser.

Tempting her…

“Now turn down the tv or the next kick I give you turns your balls into mush.”

Alex’s broken mind doesn’t compute. “N-Next…kick?”

THWACK

Elizabeth’s blue toes clobber into the softest part of Alex’s left testicle and it’s enough finally enough to make the book nerd moan unapologetic as it sends Alex into a silent screaming pit of ball agony.

“Mmmhmm, fuck.”

Watching Alex twitch and let his swollen nads flop to the ground as he lays flat, she bites her thumb to stop herself from reaching down her shorts.

“Maybe I…should have held back a bit. Sorry Alex,”