THE KARATEIST
 
       Jim had a burning desire to stomp Bill into a grease
spot because he was jealous of him. Bill was a 6'1" 170 lb
Karate expert, built like a Greek God with a deep golden tan,
8" cut cock, solid muscular surfer's body, tight gut and trim
ass, long blond hair, and easy going life style. Jim was almost
exact opposite: 6'3' and 230#, strong like a bull but with a
pot belly that was larger than his chest, bald, and except for
his arms was as pale as Casper the Ghost. He was trying to live
a "Champagne Lifestyle" on a cheap Beer diet. Jim had some
imagined goal of being "King of the Hill" and had to physically
prove it to everyone that he is biggest mother fucker in the
valley and will squash anyone just to prove it. Jim actually
had the largest inferiority complex of anyone a normal person
would care to meet in real life.
      Jim, dressed in cheap "levi's", T-shirt and cowboy
boots, had cornered Bill in a small local bar and challenged
Bill to "step outside" so that they can settle their
differences, like real men. At first Bill, dressed only in
shorts, tank top and sandals, refused saying that he has no
desire to fight, but Jim being drunk and the biggest asshole in
the bar continued to harass Bill with comments about his
manhood and his lousy choice of friends. Bill, his massive
muscles bulging with tension and hate, gave in and they both
stepped outside.
        As they stepped outside Jim hammered his powerful fist
into the middle of Bill's muscular back driving Bill forward
into a parked car. As Bill regained his senses he turned to
face Jim but was met with a solid right cross in gut,
staggering him again. Bill threw a right jab but Jim blocked it
and countered with a left jab of his own that landed on Bill's
shoulder. Bill, now regained his fighting stance and let out a
kai yell and front kicked Jim in the gut missing Jim's groin
only by inches but knocking the some of the wind out of the fat
slob. Bill moved in rapidly and followed the kick with a
flurry of punches, several landed in Jim's face bloodying his
nose, and knocking out two teeth, Jim blocked the other
punches. Jim next kicked Bill in the shins to distract him into
lowering his guard so that he could go to work on Bill's face
to soften him up, before really putting the boots to Bill.
            Bill barely moved his leg in time but still caught
part of force in the shin. Bill stepped back sightly, lifted his
left leg and kicked Jim squarely in the crotch with his instep,
racking up Jim's balls with his ankle. Jim screamed about
"DIRTY FIGHTING" and attempted to drive is right fist in to
Bill's groin. Bill blocked the punch and drove his right knee
into Jim's gut, causing Jim to retreat a short distance. The
two combatants began to circle each other to try and find a
weakness in the other's defenses as neither fighter wanted to
make a fatal mistake and loose this fight, because the "winner"
would totally demolish the looser.
            Suddenly Jim lunged a Bill, slammed his thigh into
Bill's balls, grabbed Bill in a bear hug and picked him up with
the hope cracking some ribs and throwing Bill to the ground to
knock the fight out him and where he would be an easy target
for Jim's boots. Bill now countered by grabbing Jim's nuts with
his left hand and massaged them brutally, while working his
right hand free. Bill with his right hand now free began to
claw and rip at Jim's face, nose and eyes. Bill continued to
hammer blows into Jim's face and the top of his bald head until
Jim released him. Jim immediately attempted to throw Bill to the
ground using a hip throw, but Bill moved too quickly and got
away from Jim in order to catch his breath and plan his next
moves.
          Bill moved in and attempted a spinning back kick to
Jim's head, but Jim ducked to avoid the kick and threw a punch
at Bill's low hanging balls that were fully exposed to such a
counterattack (because Bill wore no jock or briefs). The punch
only grazed Bill's balls and he was only temporally distracted,
not dazed or knocked out like Jim had hoped for. After finishing
the kick Bill spun around and again kicked Jim with an instep
kick to the groin that did not miss it's target and slammed
Jim's nuts into his bony crotch. Jim grabbed his aching gonads
and screamed in pain. Bill then started to rain fore fist
punches into Jim's face and tiger mouth strikes into his throat
while his knees pumped a tattoo into his crotch and balls. Bill
knocked Jim to the ground with one mighty combination upper cut
to the jaw and nut cracking knee lift between the legs. Jim
fell flat on his back and cracked the back of his head on the
hard ground. Bill knee dropped into Jim's solar plexus while he
gouged Jim's groin and balls with his toes. Bill then grabbed
Jim's balls with his right hand and clamped his powerful nut
claw around them, while he hammered Jim's gut and face with his
bare knuckled left hand (Bill being left handed had more
strength in his left hand). Whenever his punches drove Jim to
far away, Bill simply dragged him back into range by pulling
and stretching his balls.
       After all signs of resistance stopped, Bill dragged
Jim's limp body over to the chain link fence that closed off
the back of the bar from the neighbor's property. Bill found
some short pieces of rope and proceeded to bind Jim's wrists
together. Then he looped a longer piece between them and threw
it over the pipe that ran along the top of the fence and
hoisted Jim up until he was "standing." He tied off the rope so
that Jim remained suspended with his feet dragging on the
ground before he spread Jim's legs and tied them to the fence.
Then Bill stuffed a rag into Jim's mouth to muffle his yells,
then he tied a rope around his head to hold the makeshift gag
in place. With Jim immobilized, Bill slipped his hands into
Jim's open shirt and ripped it apart. Bill felt the crotch of
Jim's levis and when he found a weak spot he jammed a finger
into the hole. Then he shredded the heavy denim covering and
protecting Jim's balls. Bill undid Jim's leather belt and
pulled it free from his waistband, then with one hand on each
side of the fly of Jim's levis, he ripped Jim's pants off and
pulled the tattered remains down over his thighs. Bill plunged
his hand deep into Jim's briefs and clutched his balls with in
a powerful nut claw, and massaged and crushed his balls without
mercy. Bill yanked his hand free and ripped Jim's sac at the
same time. Then he hooked his fingers into the crotch of Jim's
briefs, with one mighty pull Bill shredded the thin white
fabric, and Jim's cock and balls dropped free, hanging
impotently between his legs. Bill's more than ample cock,
although not fully stiff was threatening to burst through his
tight shorts, and expanding even more as Bill anticipated the
final destruction of this asshole's most treasured
possessions.
      Jim was starting to regain consciousness, although he
was still very groggy after being beaten by Bill. He tried to
clear his head and his vision slowly returned. As the cobwebs
cleared from Jim's mind, he finally realized what a
predicament his big mouth had gotten him into. Jim struggled
with his bonds, he yanked, twisted and turned trying to loosen
his bonds and break free. Jim's face went ash white when Bill
who had been sitting in the shadows resting, suddenly stood up
and moved into the dim light. Bill laughed at Jim's attempts to
free himself and began to taunt and tease him. Jim's face
grew beet red as Bill told him about his friends and what cheap
sluts and whores he ran around with. How they were the sleaziest
broads in town and that he thought with his brainless cock.
Bill told Jim that his taste was divided between his toes and
his asshole, and their aroma was strong enough to choke a horse.
Bill was working Jim into a rage, the blood vessels were
standing out on Jim's forehead and arms as he fruitlessly
strained at the ropes holding him. Bill was beginning to tire of
this game and wanted to get to finish what Jim started.
        Bill slowly swaggered up to his captive until they were
nose to nose, then Bill spat in Jim's face. Jim was furious but
helpless to prevent Bill from doing what he pleased. Bill
slid his left hand over Jim's thigh, his fingers just barely
touching his skin until he reached Jim's crotch. Jim was
seething with rage and embarrassment as Bill slipped his fingers
under Jim's sac and fondled his twin fruits. Jim was turned on
with Bill's gentle touch. But Bill had other ideas and clamped
his fist shut around Jim balls and stretched his scrotum
towards his knees. Jim sank his dentures deep into the gag in
his mouth as he tried to scream in agony. Bill released Jim's
balls and they snapped back to slam into his hairy crotch with
a dull thud. Bill looked Jim square in the eye and grabbed his
balls again, this time with his thumb separating them as he
started to squeeze and crush them with his powerful nut cracker
grip. Jim's eyes were watering and the tears were starting to
run down his face as Bill increased the pressure and worked
Jim's balls between his fingers. Bill told Jim "You ain't seen
or felt NOTHING yet! I'm goin' to make you wish you were dead
before I'm finished with you."
      Bill let his hand drop from Jim's balls. When his hand
was by his side, Bill suddenly swung it up between Jim's legs
and slapped Jim's crotch with all his strength flattening Jim's
balls against his pubes. Jim thought that he would vomit as the
sharp pain raced through his groin and reached his brain as his
balls were slammed against his crotch. Bill stepped back as Jim
convulsed in agony, a raging fire had been kindled between his
legs, and Bill was not about to let it die out until all of
Jim's fuel had been consumed. Bill had an evil sneer on his
face as he watched Jim contort in agony. As the initial shock
was wearing off, Bill started his methodical assault in
earnest. He dug his fists into Jim's soft gut, alternating
lefts and rights between his navel and groin, softening him up
for what was to follow. Bill suddenly grabbed Jim's tits and
yanked on them, twisting them in different directions while he
pumped his knees into Jim's crotch. Bill dug his hard bony
knee caps between Jim's outstretched legs and slammed his balls
with the top of his muscular thighs. Bill let go of Jim's tits
and slammed his right elbow into Jim's jaw, on the reverse
stroke he drove the back of his elbow into the side of Jim's
neck. Bill drew both of his hands back and shot them into Jim's
armpits, digging in his fingers, searching for the nerve
centers there. After gouging Jim's pits he grabbed a hold of
Jim's hair and ripped out two hand fulls, denuding them. Then
Bill shot two open hand claws to Jim's pecs and clawed them
unmercifully and again pumped his knees into Jim's balls
bouncing and battering them further.
      Jim was on the verge of passing out when Bill stopped
his initial attacks to rest. Bill stepped back to admire the
damage he had inflicted on Jim's worthless body. Large dark red
marks and bruises were already forming were Bill's finger tips
and knuckles had ruptured the underlying blood vessels. Jim was
in a world of hurt, but this was only a foretaste of what was
to follow. After a short break Bill concentrated his fists on
Jim's already battered face, alternately punching his large
knuckles into the remains of Jim's features, breaking his nose,
cheek bones and jaw. When Bill had finished pounding Jim's face
to a shapeless bloody pulp, he began to methodically work over
every square inch of Jim's body. He slammed his fists and
elbows into Jim's ribs, liver, solar plexus and groin. He used
five finger claw hands to gouge and rip Jim's biceps, gut and
throat before stepping back so that he could start using his
powerful muscular legs and calloused feet. Bill knew that Jim's
knees were bad from playing football in school and he was
determined to make them permanently useless. He drew back,
turned slightly to one side and drove a vicious side kick into
Jim's left knee breaking it like a match stick, then he stomped
the right knee. Jim would have collapsed but his hands were tied
over his head and as he fell both of his shoulders were
dislocated. Bill liked to use high spinning kicks and now he
unleased them on the helpless Jim, landing them in his face,
ribs and softened gut. He dug toe kicks and front kicks into
Jim's gut, striking every inch of Jim's beer belly. He
alternately kicked Jim's ribs and groin, his toes sinking
deeply into the soft flesh and damaging Jim's internal organs.
With most of Jim's ribs either cracked or broken, his gut
quaking like a big bowl of jello, Bill again relented.
       Jim was in sad shape, he was begging for Bill to stop.
But Bill knew better, he wasn't going to stop until Jim was
totally demolished, just like Jim had demolished so many others
in previous fights. Bill wanted to crack Jim's nuts with his
bare hands and feet, to see this "big man" cry and beg, to
suffer the ultimate defeat. Jim's balls had been an inviting
target along but Bill had purposefully avoided them. He
stepped closer and ran his hands over Jim's battered and broken
body, whispering soft, comforting words to ease Jim's fears. He
caressed Jim's stiff dick and low hanging balls, stroking them
gently. When Jim was relaxed and thought that maybe Bill would
cut him loose, Bill intertwined his fingers into hair in Jim's
groin, seized his bush and denuded Jim with one tremendous
yank. Then Bill hammered a vicious upper cut into Jim's balls.
He ground his knuckles into Jim's sac, twisting and grinding
Jim's nuts. Jim was caught by surprise, now he knew that Bill
was going to finish him off. Again and again Bill's fist
slammed into Jim's nuts, his bare knuckles grinding them with
each twisting punch. Bill switched tactics and began pumping
solid knee lifts into Jim's crotch and groin. Bill was enjoying
himself, and the bulge and wet spot in his shorts proved it as
it grew even larger. Bill's favorite way of ending a fight was
to crack his opponent's nuts. Bill had done it many times
before, and gotten a real charge out it each time, but those
fights had been "fair." Bill had never completely demolished a
looser of a fight the way that Jim often did, but now he was
going to destroy Jim's sex life. Bill stepped back to gain
kicking room. He measured the distance and zeroed in on his
target.
          The first kick he used on Jim's balls was a toe kick,
Bill dug his toes into Jim's sac and felt his toes squish Jim's
twin orbs. Then he drove his instep between Jim's legs, his
ankle trapped them against his pubic bone with a sickening
thud. Bill timed his kicks so that both he and Jim could savor
the ultimate destruction of a man and his family jewels. Jim's
balls were swelling from Bill's punishing attacks, his sac was
discolored and bruised black and blue. Bill continued to slam
his bare feet in to Jim's gonads, his toes crushing and
pulverizing them a little more with each violent impact. After
twenty kicks Jim's nuts were swollen to the size a tennis balls
and stretching his sac to the bursting point. But Bill didn't
stop, he was determined to bust Jim's nuts. Bill took a half
step backwards, and using his powerful leg muscles drove his
instep into Jim's nuts while yelling "SCRAMBLED HUEVOS" at the
top of his lungs, He continued to slam his foot between Jim's
legs until his family jewels were pulverized into diamond dust.
After turning Jim into a bloody capon, Bill stripped off his
wet sticky shorts, and began to stoke his long hard cock. It
took only two or three full strokes of Bill's left hand to
unleash his greatest orgasm ever as he groped Jim's demolished
nut sac and felt the remains of his squashed testicles. Bill
squeezed the mush of Jim's manhood between the fingers of his
right hand, savoring the total destruction he had wrought.