Royal Marines: The demo

Maybe some of you have seen the videos on YouTube of the British Royal Marines doing close quarters combat demonstrations for the public.  If not it's worth doing a search and having a look as there are two moves they demonstrate where one unlucky marine gets kicked in the nuts.  I've thought about writing a story inspired by them for a while, but not had the time. Recently I was chatting with my friend Firefox77788 about it and we ended up writing a story together, so here it is.

Frank grabbed Adam’s foot at the high point of his roundhouse kick and held it there for a few seconds, a grin spreading across his face, before sending the instep of his boot up into Adam’s crotch.  A few minutes later they were on to the sentry takedowns and Sean gave the inside of Adam’s boots a few kicks to make sure his legs were spread well apart, while Ollie gave Frank’s boot a quick polish.  Adam watched as Frank turned and lined himself up behind him, then sprinted forwards, boots thundering against the mat, before driving the toe of his right boot up into his nuts.  Adam closed his eyes and let the video run on, reliving the sensation of that hard boot toe slamming into his balls.

Their squad had been doing a close combat demonstration earlier in the day. It was something they did every few months and mostly it was always a pretty fun day.  There were two exceptions though, the two moves that involved getting kicked in the nuts.  During training they just dealt with it without complaints, but dealing with the pain from a steel-toed combat boot to the knackers when it is just you and your squadmates, and when you have a big audience are rather different beasts.  Since most of the guys really didn’t want to get kicked in the nuts during a demo session they would draw straws for it.

Today Adam had drawn the short straw, for which Ollie and Brad were particularly thankful because Frank was going to be the kicker.  In training no one held back with their kicks.  As the instructors said, the enemy certainly wouldn’t hold back, so you weren’t really doing your buddies any favours by sparing them a few minutes of pain.  That and if the instructor caught you out holding back they’d pull you and your partner out in front of everyone and kick both of you as hard as they could.  Demo sessions were different though and most of the guys did pull their kicks a little.  Not Frank though, Frank would punt your nuts just as hard in a demo as during regular training.  Of course, most of the guys would kick Frank harder in payback, but it didn’t stop him.  Adam would have happily taken Frank’s kicks every time, but he didn’t want the rest of the guys to find out about his fetish.

After the demo was over most of the guys went out to get drinks, but they needed one guy to stay at the youth hostel the unit was renting to keep an eye on the equipment.  Adam drew the short straw for that too, which this time he was annoyed about.  They always had someone recording the session though, and it had already been uploaded, so at least he could keep himself occupied by re-watching it.

Daydreaming about Frank’s boots, Adam didn’t notice someone else walk into the room until a voice right behind him said, “Whatcha watching, Adam?”

The question brought Adam out of his reverie with a start and he almost fell out of his chair as he twisted around to see who it was.  Frank hadn’t intended to induce such a comical reaction, but he couldn’t help bursting out laughing at the result.

“Frank?  What are you doing back so soon, I thought you were out with the others?”

Frank shrugged, “I was, but they decided to go to some club and I wasn’t interested.  Anyway, you watching anything good?”

“Just the recording of the demo.”

“Yeah, they catch my good side?”

“See for yourself,” Adam said, passing him the tablet.

Frank sat there for a few minutes watching the video, but then starting to frown.

“What?” Adam asked, panicking that he might have left something open that he didn’t want Frank to find.

Frank just passed him back the tablet.  The video was paused just before Frank’s boot slammed into Adam’s crotch, running at one quarter speed.

“You didn’t fall”

Adam blinked a couple of times and started the video running.  Usually he let himself fall just after the kick landed.  Maybe he had been looking forward to it too much, but whatever the reason evidently this time he hadn’t, and just as Frank said, he stayed upright until Ollie and Brad grabbed him and threw him down.

“Did I not get you?” Frank asked

“You did, but it takes more than a single kick in the nuts to take me down.”

Adam cursed himself even before he’d finished saying it.  Maybe it was because he could tell Frank was a little drunk, or because he’d been daydreaming about it just now, but either way he would never usually be so forthright.

“Oh yeah?” Frank said with a sly grin, “how many does it take?”

“What?” Adam asked, still caught up in admonishing himself.

“I asked how many kicks it does take to bring you down”

“Uh, I don’t know.”  That was true, he didn’t know how many it would take, though he would dearly love to find out and subconsciously his gaze wandered down to Frank’s feet.

“I reckon we ought to find out”

“You do?”

“Yeah, gotta know your limits.  Isn’t that what the instructors always say?”

“Yeah, that’s true”

“Cool, so we doing this?” Frank said, standing up, though it was more of statement than a question.

“Uh, shouldn’t you put your boots on, y’know, so it’s more like real combat?” Adam asked, waving weakly down at Frank’s civvie trainers.

“Oh yeah, good point!” Frank practically bounded off to his bunk, kicking off his sneakers and grabbing his boots.

Adam could hardly believe this was happening as he watched Frank shoving his feet into his boots and tying the laces.  When he was done, Frank stood up and flexed his toes in his boots.

“Alright Adam, turn around and spread your legs”

Adam obliged.  “Are you going to count or…” Wham!  Adam didn’t get a chance to finish his question as Frank’s boot powered into his nuts.  He let out a startled yelp and stumbled a little, though managed not to fall down.

“I wasn’t ready yet,” Adam grumbled as he massaged his bruised balls through his jeans.

“The enemy won’t give you any warning,” Frank said, chuckling slightly.

Adam just gave a non-committal grunt in response as he spread his legs again.  Frank came up behind him and tapped his ankles a bit wider with his boots. 

This time he braced himself immediately, but Frank counted to three before slamming his boot up into Adam’s nuts again.  Adam groaned and shuffled his feet a little, but otherwise stayed solidly in place so Frank wasted no time sending his boot thundering up into Adam’s groin again.  This time Adam’s groan of pain was a little louder and he had to hold his crotch with his hands for a minute. The instep had caught both his balls this time, which wouldn’t be so bad as at least the leather there was softer than the steel toe cap, but the edge of the toe cap had smacked into his cock - he was going to have a very interesting bruise tomorrow.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding.  Ready for number 4?” Frank asked when Adam moved his hands away again.

“Yeah” Wham!  Adam had barely finished agreeing when the toe of Frank’s boot rocketed up between his legs again, smacking into his jeans with a heavy thud.

“Fuck, my balls,” Adam groaned, staggering slightly.

“You giving up?” Frank said, one eyebrow raised and a slight grin on his face. He’d always enjoyed being able to take down even the toughest looking guys with a well-placed kick.  Finding someone that could actually take it and stay standing was a novelty, and he was certainly impressed, but also determined to show that boot would win out over balls in the end. 

“No, I’m good.”  More than good, this was amazing, even if his nuts would be complaining for the rest of the evening.  He was glad Frank couldn’t see the front of him though, as the tent in his jeans was getting pretty obvious.

“Alright.”  Frank pulled his leg back and let rip with his strongest kick yet.  Unfortunately for Adam the tent in his jeans meant his balls were hanging there defenceless and Frank managed to aim it perfectly so that the toe of his boot went straight up into the bottom of Adam’s sack, crushing his already tender nuggets between the unyielding steel of the toe cap and the solid mass of his own pelvis.

“Fuck!” Adam yelled, black spots dancing in his eyes as his knees gave way and he stumbled backwards.  He never reached the floor though as Frank wrapped his strong arms around Adam’s chest, propping him up against his muscular frame to stop him falling.

Drunk though he was, Frank could tell that Adam was not ok and immediately flipped from cocky dominance to concern. “Shit, I got you man.  I shouldn’t have gone so hard.”

Frank helped, almost carried, him back over to his bunk and laid him down.  “Sorry man, I got carried away.  I ought to check and make sure they’re ok.”

Adam wasn’t really listening as Frank trotted off across the room.  The only thing on his mind was the pulsing agony in his balls.  He’d never been busted that hard before.  The pain was even enough that the tent in his jeans was subsiding.  

“Sorry, couldn’t find the latex gloves, so these’ll have to do,” Frank said as he waved his combat gloves, “I did find a cold pack though.”

Adam blinked at him. “What are you…?” he started to ask, but before he had a chance to get any further Frank had moved Adam’s hands aside, unzipped his jeans and yanked them and his underwear down to his ankles.

Adam was so completely surprised that he didn’t react at all as Frank cracked the cold pack and tugged on his gloves.  Then he felt the rough leather of Frank’s gloves on his nuts as Frank took one ball in each hand, rolling them around and applying gentle pressure to make sure they were still intact.  At least, Frank had probably intended it to be gentle.  Between the thickness of his combat gloves and the lingering effects of the alcohol it was definitely a bit rough.  Not that Adam minded that.  The pain of the last kick was starting to fade into a dull ache and Frank’s slightly rough handling of his balls was the perfect antidote.  Certainly his cock was starting to react to it, whether he wanted it to or not, slowly rising again.

Adam raised his head slightly, looking down his chest to his stiffening member.  Frank had clearly noticed it too and looked past it, locking eyes with Adam and raising an eyebrow.

“I, uh…” Adam started and then trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

“I guess they’re fine, huh?” Frank said, giving Adam’s dick a slap with the back of his hand, which only made it get harder.  Frank raised his eyebrow higher, “You enjoying this?”

“I… erm…” Adam blushed.

Frank gave his right nut an experimental squeeze and Adam winced slightly, but the twitch in his cock was unmistakable.  “You do enjoy this,” Frank said triumphantly, giving Adam’s other nut a rough squeeze.  “You wanted me to kick you in the nuts didn’t you.”

It was more a statement than a question, but nonetheless Adam nodded.

“Bit of a freak, aren’t you?” Frank said, squeezing both of Adam’s balls at the same time.

All Adam could say in response was to grunt in pain, but the response of his cock was clear.

The moment hung for what seemed forever. While Adam was embarrassed, his cock remained rock hard. Without saying a word Frank raised his gloved hand and landed a soft blow to Adam's nuts. The downward movement trapping his balls in the bottom of the sack. Compared to the previous strikes, it was super light, but with his nuts already sore Adam certainly felt it. Again and again, Frank punched Adam’s balls, sometimes switching to rapping them with the hardened carbon-fibre knuckles of his gloves. Each hit landed squarely on its twin targets, and each was a bit harder than the last.

Adam’s cock remained rock hard, a red bruise starting to show where Frank’s steel toe had caught it earlier. After about 5 min of methodical punching the hits were getting heavy. Adam was starting to feel the pressure in his balls build. If this continued, he was going to blow his load, and be very sore for the next few days. He didn’t try to stop Frank though, and Frank had no sign of letting up.

Without warning Frank stopped hitting Adam’s balls and landed 3 hard punches to his hard cock. Squishing it between the hard knuckle and Adam’s body. Adam’s body tried to fold up but Frank threw a hand out to push his chest back down to the bed and used his legs to pin Adam’s. With his other gloved hand, he grabbed Adam’s sack and started to slowly squeeze.

“I've never met a set of balls I couldn’t take down,” Frank said, the cockiness back in his voice. His strong fingers slowly crushing Adam’s balls. It felt like it was a mechanical vice that was slowly but surely crushing his manhood. Adam felt the pressure grow and grow, Frank still pinning him to the bed. Adam’s body bucked and then ribbons of cum shot from Adams dick. They covered his chest, and the gloved hand that Frank was using to hold him down. Frank increased his grip, clearly trying to squeeze every last drop out.  Finally satisfied, Frank let up the pressure on Adam’s chest, he stayed lying there for a while though, his head spinning.

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” Frank said, slightly smugly, sitting back and watching as Adam started to stir.  Then he noticed the cum on his gloves and pulled them off, tossing them onto Adam’s chest. “Go clean those up,” he said, not even needing to make it sound like an order. Frank knew that Adam would do exactly as he said.

After taking another few moments to compose himself Adam got up to go to the bathroom and clean both Frank’s gloves and himself.

“Oh, and Adam,” Frank called after him as he hobbled slowly toward the door.  Adam turned slowly and Frank looked him in the eye, “I think I’ve found my training partner for next time we do sentry drills.”

Adam just nodded.  He didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified as he turned back and continued shuffling toward the bathroom, but either way there was no doubt that his nuts belonged to Frank now.