I was 19 years old when I graduated from community college, joined the Marines, survived basic training. Basic training had took 1 of my four year enlistment. I was anxious to use my skills and see the world. Some world. After graduation and qualifying into the corps, I was assigned to the third Marine Corps. I'd flown to Cambodja as a UN trooper.
When I was in junior high and high school, I developed a reputation as a fighter. I really enjoyed street fighting. I'd go out of my way to jump another guy and give or take a beating. In junior high, I didn't like to take a beating but by the time I got to high school some of the guys were bigger and better than me. By then, I didn't really mind taking a beating because the guy that won knew he'd been in a fight. Most of the tactics were a mix of boxing and wrestling. Often, punches and kicks in the crotch were expected so most of us wore tight briefs or a jock to try to protect ourselves.
Once I got off the plane in Cambodja I wanted some action. Iphia was 18 and I was 19. She had a younger brother, Mike. He was 17 and had a real bad attitude. I knew that sooner or later the two of us were going to kick ass and that was just fine with me. Mike was well developed for a 17 year old, strong and hardbodied. It would be one hell of a fight and one of us would take a beating.
Early one Sunday morning, after our Saturday night movie date and then several hours in the sack at my place, I dropped Iphia off at her older sister's apartment. Mike was waiting and threatened to jump me someplace. I made sure the little man knew I was willing anytime he was.
After running some errands, I decided to go to the park on my bike and turn some laps. I dressed in a tee shirt and my lycra bike shorts and off I went. I rode to the park and cut over to the bike track. I slowly paced myself up to speed. After about the third time around the track I noticed a short dark skinned guy watching me. The next time around the track, I slowed to see who it was. Mike had followed me. Today was the day.
On my next trip round the track, I stopped in front of him and called out for him to meet me in the canyon, a secluded undeveloped heavily wooded area at the north end of the park. No one would be around to bug us. He got a head start because I had to park and lock my bike as there were no bike paths in the canyon area. I knew he'd be waiting for me, my cock pulsed and my ball sack pulled up. God, I loved to fight.
I walked up the path toward the gated park entrance and then veered off onto a narrow trail that lead into the canyon. I knew the place fairly well having jumped a lot of guys in the area. My stomach muscles tightened as the foliage got thicker. As I moved around a tight corner between two trees, I felt a sharp deep pain in my kidney. Mike had jumped me from behind and nailed me in the back. As I reeled in pain, he slammed another shot into my back just below the rib cage. He attained his objective of surprise and instant damage. I was in trouble,
my stomach muscles had relaxed. I had no defense against his fists.
As I stumbled in pain, he slammed a hard right into my guts. I balled up and almost dropped to the ground. He unloaded a right knee to my head. My body popped up but my head was seeing stars. Two left jabs to the head and a right cross sent me down on my knees holding my gut. This was just what he wanted. Mike unloaded a front toe kick into my nuts and I dropped on my side. This punk was good.
Mike was swearing at me. He uncurled me and used both our t-shirts to tie my hands over my head and to a stump. He then pulled my legs apart and sat down using the knees to hold my thighs down on the ground. My lycra bike shorts were a big mistake. Vulnerable body parts it contained were so well defined a blind man couldn't miss.
No words were spoken. A gag, fashioned from the arm of one t-shirt, was placed in my mouth. Mike slid a hand down and pawed at my willie. He played with it through the lycra and it got hard, just like for Iphia. By now, I'm wide eyed with excitement as his strong right hand grasped my crotch in a ferocious ball claw. Like a sprung rat trap, his fingers and palm clamp down harder and harder. I screamed into the gag.
After I recovered, Mike smiled and in full view of my eyes curled his right hand into a tight fist and slammed it into my nuts once then twice. The pain and the stars of light quickly turned to black. I faded into darkness.
Several hard slaps to the face brought me back. I was sour, angry, and still tied up. Mike was sitting on my chest. I was too weak to fight back, I was broken. He had gotten so turned on beating me up that his rod was hard and pulsing. He moved up my chest so this was standing up over my face. I felt balls rubbing on the bottom of my chin. Mike was gently stroking and stroking getting ready to come on me, the ultimate humiliation.
Time for a little revenge. As Mike was stroking away, his crotch was exposed. With a quick snap, I popped my head up off the ground and slam my chin into his crotch. He let out a hugh cry of pain but didn't stop stroking. He reached behind him with his left hand and gripped my nuts in another ball claw. This time he didn't go slow, he just squeezed. I withered in pain as he came in buckets over my face. He released his grip on my balls and started to stoke my hard cock through my shorts. He forced me to shot off in my shorts and soon thereafter cut me loose.
Mike looked at me and said: "Go ahead and keep nailing my sister. I need a punching bag to work out on. Next time I'll cum in your mouth" As he started to get up, he elbowed me in the gut and I rolled over and doubled up. As he got ready to leave, he said: "This is to remember our fight" and toe kicked me in the nuts.
I continued to see Iphis and fight with Mike for the next six months. As time when on, I looked forward to the fights with Mike almost as much as the time spent with Lana. I started winning and when I did I really pounded his nuts. Two young guys pounding the cum out of each other was a sight to see and a real turn on to be part of. Funny thing, Iphia never figured out what Mike and I were doing. I'll bet she would have enjoyed watching.
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