It was kempo exhibition week, multiple participants from different dojos and sport clubs were part of a series of exhibition matches and a small tournament. The closing part of the exhibition was between a group of boys between green and brown belts from a kids’ sport club and some black belts from a local dojo. Basically the kids were going to throw an attack all at the same time and the black belts should counter attack simultaneously.
So a line of twelve boys between eleven and fourteen years old had to stand before a line of twelve full grown men. The boy in front of Olivier was a thirteen years old Arabian Mau; due to his species he was of slender frame but the few muscles he had were well toned.
While most of the boys looked slightly nervous at best, the cat was really serious. That was unusual, even if it wasn’t a real match Olivier’s large frame should be at least a little intimidating; easily doubling his weight, and with his 185 cm in height, the grizzly should look like a mountain of muscle to the kid.
After all the participants adopted positions and the signal was given the display began. All the boys started with a right punch aiming the throat; but their opponents moved to the right, caught the boys by the right elbow using the left hand, and with a circular move from the right arm pushed the boys backwards. The young cat looked sore for falling brusquely on his rear, but didn’t take him much time to recover.
Once all the boys recuperated, they adopted guard position and started the next sequence. It started with a left punch aiming the solar plexus, the grizzly bear responded catching the attack with the left hand, grabbing the boy by the uniform collar, moving his left leg behind the boy’s, and throwing him backwards.
While the exhibition developed according to the plan, the cat looked increasingly upset with each sequence. And it was no wonder; during the whole demonstration and practices Olivier had been treating him like a rag doll. Fortunately the exhibition was about to end.
On the last sequence the black belts were meant to throw a side kick and the boys should catch their legs and move circularly, getting the men out of balance and use their weight against them.
When the boys gave the signal the black belts launched an right circular kick, the Arabian Mau caught Olivier leg with both arms; the boy moved backwards while rotating to the left, forcing the bear to move forward before falling on his back, leaving him a little dazed.
Olivier looked up; the cat was still holding his right ankle, but his attention was on the other boys. They were looking at each other and nodded mutually. The bear didn’t understand what was happening, until the boy at the end of the line looked back at the goat he was holding by the ankle.
The wolf boy lifted his right foot before the goat’s astonished gaze. And without hesitation he dug his heel into the caprine’s crotch. The fright was unleashed on the black belts’ faces. The goat cried a silent scream as his face twisted into a unique agony flinch. The grizzly cringed in male sympathy almost feeling the goat pain in his very own testicles, but the horror just started.
Before the lion next to the goat could react, the boy before him crushed his genitals under his foot, reminding him in the most painful way that he had an own pair of gonads to worry about, reveling in the feline’s agony filled roar.
One after another the boys stomped violently on the black belts’ balls, making sure they couldn’t walk straight for a week. And Olivier, still dumbfounded by the development of the events, only was able to watch in silent horror how his companions, one by one, shrieked their lungs out as their gonads got flattened under the boys’ feet.
The nauseous shiver propagating from Olivier’s lower body increased with each stomp, making him understand his turn was getting closer. His gaze returned to the Arabian Mau, he tried to talk to him, he opened his mouth, he tried to tell the kid to stop, but it was too late. The boy was looking at him with his right foot lifted, and with a serious leer he dropped his heel deep into the bear’s cub makers. Olivier’s heart skipped a beat, and after the shock, the pain emanated. Olivier’s muscles tensed as a burning pain left him breathless. He tried to move his hands and protect his genitals from any further abuse but he could barely move.
The cat, still not content with his actions, turned his heel, twisting the ursine testicles underneath. That multiplied the pain Olivier was already feeling. For a second Olivier couldn’t help but visualize the boy’s heel grinding his testicles into ground beef inside their tunica vaginalis.
Once the cat was satisfied, he moved his foot leaving the bear free to savor his own misery in peace.
Oliver, just like the other eleven men in his situation, was rolling on his back from side to side; cupping his crotch in fetal position, fighting for holding back the tears, and trying to ease the suffering spreading from his testicles to his abdomen and legs.
Twelve fully grown men rolling at the feet of twelve pubescents, and twenty-four testicles throbbing in complete agony were the victims of the vicious attack.
The pained groans of Olivier and his compeers were muffled under the spectators’ claps and laughs, which apparently thought the simultaneous groin assault was part of the act.
